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flourishandblctts · 3 years

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Home || 𝓒edric 𝓓iggory

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There were countless nights you lay in your bed letting the duvet cover the cold from you but it never seems to leave you alone, you toss and turn and try to find the right spot to fall asleep but this voice that calls you over and over again it will always make you cry out for his name in the silence of the night.

Many have thought it would be easy to forget the boy who had the sun and stars around him, that in the room he lights up the whole atmosphere and he was someone you’d never forget crossing paths with, those smile, laugh, his voice and his grey eyes that reminds you of the moon.

The moon, the moon that you look up to every now and then it was cold outside but you couldn’t careless because that moon up in the sky brought tears in your eyes, shutting everything off around you as you close your eyes and try to reminiscent the days that had left you behind.

Suddenly opening your eyes you woke up in a familiar room, it smelt sweet and masculine at the same time, she was wrapped around a gray duvet and to her surprise she was wearing Cedric’s quidditch jumper she looked around and everything seemed normal as if he never left.

The door suddenly swung open revealing Cedric with his hair damped and a towel around the back of his neck as he wore a black shirt and gray sweatpants, his eyes met yours he instantly smiled seeing you awake “Good morning darling.” he plopped himself next to you and kissed both of your eyes and nose until he was kissing you all over your face causing you to giggle. You were lightly pushing him away but you enjoyed it when Cedric was like this and he just loves to shower you with all his love and affection he has for you. As he pushed you down to his bed and both your hands on his he looks down at you while that gorgeous smile never left his lips and his eyes shone like the moon at cold night. “Let’s come down everyone will be looking for us.” You nodded and he helped you up getting ready and he always love doing your hair ever since you taught him he likes doing your hair because he’s so proud he can do braids now. Standing in front of the mirror fixing your uniform Cedric stood behind you wrapping his arms around your waist as he placed his chin up top your head with a smile plastered on his face you looked up at him and just giggled at the sight of him like this.

The day went by but it felt surreal, was this even a dream the last time you check you were outside admiring the moon but you just woke up being in his room and him being completely here, next to you, talking to you, beside you, and now as the night comes he insisted you sleep beside him which you did. ‘if this was a dream I’d never want to wake up from it’ you thought to yourself and snuggled closer to Cedric as he moves closer to you and his arm tightly wrapped around you as it made you feel safe around him.

The sunlight crept in behind the curtains, afraid that it was all a dream afraid to turn around and see him gone and that you slept in the cold again. You turned only to see Cedric still asleep, his eyes shut and his lips slightly parted you admire him a small smile made it’s way to your face you traced his nose, eyebrows, cheek bones, and down to his lips. He suddenly grabbed your wrist which took you by surprised and he shot his eyes open laughing at your reaction “I have been awake I was just waiting for you, but I must say I loved how your traced my face baby.” He kissed your hand and pushed you back down to his bed the duvet covering both of you as it was going to be a long Saturday morning. The two of you decided to take a picnic outside he was carrying the basket while his other hand held your hands, you smiled at him as you both went to your spot which it was the one surrounded around roses he loved the smell the flowers produced and he told you roses reminds him of you because you love roses especially the pink ones. You suddenly remember when he was chasing after you before you two ever started dating he would leave pink roses for you until you said yes to him being his girlfriend. It was until everyone was gathered around the great hall you sat next to Cedric who seemed to be anxious about something “is there something wrong Ced?” You asked him placing a hand under his chin making him look up at you as your eyes meet he just shook his head and rubbing your shoulders up and down “It’s nothing love, I’m fine.” You didn’t want to believe but you just decided to let it go.

It wasn’t until Barty Crouch Sr. was talking beside Dumbledore, and you remember this was the Triwizard but you forgot who were in the games all you could remember was Fleur and Viktor being there, until it was time to announce who were going to participate in the games you zoned out trying to wrack your brain until it hits you-

“Cedric Diggory!” You cried out causing everyone to look at you at the sudden outburst even the rest of the professors looked at you as fear was written all over your face, “you can’t join! Take him out.” You begged but then another note came out and Professor Dumbledore took it in his hands “Harry Potter” this was happening again but you thought you can save Cedric this time, “Professor it’s a trap Harry isn’t in the right age someone might have done that!” You said and the great hall was completely silent but your pleas could be heard from where Viktor, Fleur and Cedric were. ��She seems to upset over something Diggory.” Viktor said looking at Cedric who was both hurt and confuse at your reaction to him participating in the triwizard, he expected you’d support him instead of pleading the professor to take him out. Nothing worked you tried everything you could to take Cedric out of the triwizard but all you could do is make sure he was alright running up to him when he got burns from the dragon, not leaving his side making sure he was close to you it’s beginning again the nightmares. You sobbed from your pillow until it was soaked with your tears, you over slept and forgetting it was the 3rd task and Cedric was looking for you but you weren’t next to your friends Katie Bell and Angelina, you were nowhere to be seen. He even whispered next to his dad Amos Diggory.

“I haven’t seen her I just want to see her before the games.” Cedric said looking upset that the games might start and him not being able to see you first, in your dorm it was one of your dorm mates waking you up until you heard the canon shoot you suddenly bolted up, you mentally scolded yourself for crying all night and ended up being knocked out asleep you made your way sitting next to Katie and Angelina who looked at you “I overslept, where is he what’s going on?!” Your voice scared the two as you seem to be anxious over something “Y/n calm down it just started and Cedric was looking for you he asked for 15 minutes before the games start but they couldn’t wait any further more.” Katie said as she munch down at her chocolate frog and Angelina was eating Bertie Botts passing you one but you shook your head not feeling like eating and waiting for them to come out, Minutes pass your thoughts run wild and your heart thumping rather fast as Fleur was out and next was Viktor, he was still inside this made you even nervous if you should tell them or not because this had happened before and you don’t want to lose Cedric again. You jolted up and ran to Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore, “something feels terrible inside the maze I’ve seen it before like a vision or a dream-” “Y/n the games is a dangerous one so please take a seat-” You didn’t like to be cut off but they should get it direct then “Cedric will die if you don’t take them out, Voldemort and the rest of the death eaters did this I know it, I’ve seen it so please take them both out of there.” You pleaded and everyone was looking at you for mentioning such to your own boyfriend’s death and Voldemort’s, Amos looked at you as if he believed you he went down and grabbed your arm but it wasn’t harsh rather gentle as he seem to be in disbelief “is this true? Please if it is take my son out.” Professor Dumbledore suddenly stood up but then the band started to play music causing you to turn your head and saw Cedric was alive and Harry who seemed to be happy that the two of them got the triwizard cup together.

Not wasting any time you ran to Cedric and he opened his arm as your body collided with his you let out your sobs and he was rocking you back and forth, he was warm and you felt his breathing on your neck as he kissed your temple whispering “it’s okay I’m here, I’m here.” He was here. Here with you around your arms.

“Darling please open your eyes, it’s time to come home.” You opened your eyes only to be greeted by the round full moon shining in front of you, you felt someone behind you-you turned to see Cedric’s ghost smiling at you like he always does when he sees you, walking closer to it but slowly it faded away into the cold night.

“It has been years and your still the one I love Diggory, you still have my heart.” You said to yourself but realize a yellow and gray scarf was wrapped around you but it only made you smile because this was his scarf that you never gave to him but he loves it when you wear his clothes.

In the morning, your daughter was getting ready for her to return to Hogwarts she had dark brown hair and gray eyes a striking similarity to Cedric it was no lie that she is Cedric Diggory’s daughter she was in Hufflepuff like her dad and she was the seeker of her quidditch team, everything she was is very similar to her father. “Ready to go honey?” she stood up and took her trunk walking to Kings Cross and through platform 9 and 3/4 she saw her friends as he waved at them you smiled at the sight of your daughter who made many friends like Cedric did as well, she turned to you and ran up and hugged you tight.

“Take care mom, I’ll see you in the holidays and I promise to write back.” She spoke rather fast as she was out of breath, you pushed her curls back and kissed her forehead. “I love you more sweetie, don’t do anything that will cause me to have a letter about your behavior.” Both of you laughed soon after the train was off and you watched her go, “You’d be so happy to see her Cedric.” You wrapped yourself with the yellow and gray scarf around you and walked out heading to work, as usual. The life you lived on after Cedric’s gone.

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weasleydream · 4 years

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The life and grief of Percy and Y/N Weasley - Part 4

Here we are for the fourth part! As you will see, things are slowly becoming darker and darker... But I love this part! In fact, I think it’s one of my favourite.

Also, let’s pretend Episkey only works with broken bones (because honestly I can’t remember if it’s the case)

I have forgotten for the previous chapters but the original idea is from @mostmediocreravenclaw <3

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Their first job

When I was little, I used to think my Hogwarts years would be peaceful. I saw myself playing Quidditch, spending sleepless nights with Percy while talking about everything and nothing, being the perfect older sister for Ron and Ginny when their time at school with us would come. Well, all my seven years had proven me wrong. At the end of our sixth year, Ginny had disappeared and had been taken to the Chamber of Secrets. Percy had taken the responsibility to warn our parents, and it had probably been the most difficult thing in his life. Our very last year had been marked by Sirius Black’s breakout from Azkaban and the presence of Dementors around the castle.

I guess that explained why I was kind of relieved when Percy and I passed our NEWTs. We had both had excellent results, and the Ministry of Magic’s doors were wide open in front of us. Percy wanted to be Minister for Magic. It was his ambition since we were little: all his hard work at school, his implication into his prefect and Head Boy jobs, everything he had done until now, he had done it to fulfil his dream. I was confident: one day, our Minister would be called Percy Weasley.

There was a time when I would have the same ambitions as my twin, but eventually, I understood I wasn’t meant for a big career. I was too shy, too introvert, and I had troubles with standing the anxiety. Plus, if Hogwarts had learnt me one thing about myself, it was the fact that I loved taking care of magical creatures. It was something I shared with Charlie, one of my older brothers. My excellent results in Care for Magical Creatures, both for my OWLs and my NEWTs, had permitted me obtain a job in the Beast Division of the Department for the Regulation and Control for Magical Creatures.

I was placed into the Dragon Research and Restraint Bureau. It was honestly the division I wanted the most to be in, and I was quite glad I had been accepted. However, my days weren’t really eventful. No one let me go in the field, and all I had to do was classify some reports. Sometimes, I found reports from Romania, where Charlie worked, but I had never seen one of his.

My free time consisted in few things: I spent as much time as possible with Percy, who was Barty Crouch’s assistant, but his free time was much more rare than mine and when he wasn’t here, I read some books and old reports I took from the Department archives. It was really interesting, and I didn’t learn only about dragons. One day, I had found informations about a service for werewolves support. When I had asked Dad about it, he had answered with a shrug. “It was useless, no one never manifested. It’s been dissolved a few years ago.”

I was currently sitting on my desk, a book about the different species of dragons in the hands, when someone knocked at the door. I looked up to see Percy. He seemed exhausted and was holding a report in his right hand and a paper bag in his left one.

“Mind if I eat with you?”

I glanced at my watch. 3:00 p.m.

“You haven’t eaten yet?” I asked, concerned.

“No.” He sighed.

I gestured him to come and made some place on the desk. Percy practically fell on the chair and yawned longly. I took the report and read out loud its title, amused.

“Cauldron bottoms? Very interesting.”

He rolled his eyes and started to recite why it was so important, because the accidents could be serious, bla, bla, bla.

“Relax Perce, I was just joking. You’re worrying me, though. When was the last time you slept an entire night?”

He took a big bite in his sandwich, obviously not wanting to answer. This was one of my twin’s biggest flaws: he was too much invested in what he did and didn’t mind threatening his own health. I always had to remember him to take care of him, even if he didn’t really listen to me. However, I had to admit I had the same problem.

“It feels like we haven’t eaten together since forever.” I said. Percy nodded.

“I know, I’m sorry for that, Y/N. But, you know, Mr Crouch knows he can count on me and I don’t want to disappoint him.”

“You won’t, don’t worry. I trust you for that and I’m sure he does too.” I smiled softly at him. I was still sitting on the desk, and I just had to extend a hand to ruffle his curly hair.

Percy’s ears became red and he couldn’t help but grin. He always reacted like that when someone complimented him, and I particularly loved being the one making him blush. My way to show him I loved him. He looked at the picture of a dragon in front of him, probably looking for another subject of conversation. He seemed to eventually find one and asked me with a small smile:

“Do you know when Charlie will arrive at home?”

Charlie, along with Bill, would join us at the Burrow and everyone except Mum would go to the finale of the Quidditch World Cup. I was pretty sure Hermione and Harry would be here too.

“I reckon he’ll be here in a week or so.”

“Bet you’re gonna spend hours talking about dragons, am I right?”

“Probably.”

We kept talking about the World Cup, wondering who would be the great victor. It was a current conversation around the diner table since Dad had announced us we would go. When Percy glanced at his watch, half an hour later, he jumped off the chair and barely took the time to tell me he had to finish his report before storming out. These scenes were quite frequent with him, but it didn’t really bother me. I just wished I could spend more time with my twin.

Two weeks later, the Burrow was crowded. Bill and Charlie had arrived a week ago and Hermione and Harry the day before. Percy was right, as soon as he had arrived, Charlie and I had started a passionate conversation about dragons and it had lasted for hours. I had also spent a lot of time with Bill, listening his thrilling adventures in Egypt. It was good to see the family reunited like this, but no one could be happier than Mum.

Mum was a very strong woman. I had always wanted to be like her. When it came to her family, she could be a true lioness, but she also always became so emotional. When Charlie had arrived - he was the first one - and had taken her in his arms, she had cried like a baby.

Her happiness didn’t prevent her from getting angry at Fred and George, though. The first time, she had scolded them because they had given a Ton-Tongue Toffee to Harry’s cousin. This time, she woke me by yelling something about their OWLs and their inventions. I groaned and glanced at the window. Merlin, the sun wasn’t even visible, and Bill, Charlie, Percy and I still had a few hours before apparating in the campsite with Dad and the others. Understanding there would be no use to try and sleep again, I left the room, careful to be quiet, and joined Mum in the kitchen.

“Already up, dear?” Her cheeks were still red from anger.

I just groaned in answer and started to eat some bacon. Then I helped her with a few chores which maintained me busy until our hour of departure. We said goodbye to Mum and apparated at the entrance of the campsite. We asked for our emplacement and joined Dad. Eggs and sausages were boiling on the fire. We were eating when Ludo Bagman arrived, warned by Dad’s signs.He proposed us to bet on the match, and Fred and George took the opportunity to show one of their inventions, betting all their savings in the same time. Dad wasn’t pleased, along with Percy who thought it was inappropriate to show the false wand to a member of the Ministry, even if it was Bagman.

When Barty Crouch arrived, Percy immediately jumped on his feet and proposed him some tea, only to be called Weatherby once more. Fred and George obviously found it hilarious and I glared at them, hoping they would catch the message and stop. It was something really vexing for Percy, and he didn’t take it well at all. Of course, they ignored me and kept teasing him until the moment when we finally reached our seats in the stadium.

I didn’t think the match would be so short, but it barely lasted an hour. We were all heading to our tents, talking animatedly about Krum’s performance. We sat around the little table, mugs with hot chocolate in the hands. I was debating with Harry about one of the penalties when Ginny fell asleep and Dad told us to go into the tents. My little sister snored loudly as soon as her head touched her pillow, but I was still too excited to close my eyes. It was the same for Hermione, and we both sat in my bed.

Hermione was younger than me, yet I had always appreciated her, since her first year at Hogwarts. We were quite similar at the time, but she had grown and we were now a bit different. I still considered her like a good friend, though.

“So, how’s your work at the Ministry?” She kept her voice quiet to not disturb Ginny.

“In fact, it’s boring. No one let me see dragons, my days are spent reading reports.”

“Oh, sorry… And Percy? He seems really implicated.” She remarked, amused.

“He’s way too much. “ I muttered. “He doesn’t really sleep and is always stressed.”

Hermione shrugged while telling me he would eventually relax. She yawned and went to bed, wishing me good night.

It seemed like only a few seconds had passed when Dad barged in the tent, yelling we had to wake up. I jumped off my bed.

“Take care of the girls Y/N, there are Death Eaters!”

No time to dress up. I grabbed a jacket and slipped in it. I was still in my pajamas when I got out of the tend, my wand firmly hold in my right hand. I urged Hermione and Ginny toward Fred, George, Ron and Harry and joined Percy. He was next to Bill and Charlie, rolling up his sleeves. When he saw me, he grabbed my wrist.

“Y/N, you’re going with them.” He nodded toward our younger siblings.

“No way.” I hissed. “I stay with you.”

He was obviously on the verge of arguing but finally gave up. He perfectly knew I could be stubborn when I wanted to.

“Okay, but you stick with me.”

I nodded and followed him between the flaming tents. People were screaming, and I could see the muggles that directed the campsite levitating. Their two children were there too. I groaned in front of this awful sight and ran behind Percy toward the responsibles. I cast as much spells as I could, trying to distract them long enough to rescue the muggles. However, their wands were producing green flashes of light, and they didn’t care about who was touched. The flames were higher on their passage, the campsite felt like a hell on earth.

My heart stopped when I heard a woman screaming. I quickly turned around: she was holding a baby pressed against her chest and was facing two Death Eaters. Without thinking about it, I ran toward her and placed myself in front of her.

“Go!” I screamed.

I was now alone against two. Fortunately, they didn’t seem to be the smartest of the group, and they were still laughing when I petrified the first one. The other stopped, shocked, and tried to disarm me. I quickly created a shield in front of me, and I was trying to tie him up when he send me in the carbonized tents behind me. I caught my breathe and yelled as loud as I could.

“STUPEFY!”

The Death Eater flew back and landed in a burning tent. I got up, wanting to find Percy, but a sharp pain exploded in my ankle. Great. By now, the fights were over and a terrible silence had taken place, only interrupted by the flames crackling. I was only wearing a short and my bare legs were covered in cuts. I limped toward the woods, where I knew I would find my younger siblings. The pain was almost unbearable when I reached the first trees, and it became excruciating when Percy almost jumped on me and we fell backwards.

“Y/N where were you? I told you to stay with me! I was so fucking afraid!”

“You’re swearing? You must have been terrified!” I joked.

He looked up to me with tear in his eyes. His face was concerned, in fact it was one of the first times I saw him that anxious.

“Sorry Perce, but this woman, with her baby… I couldn’t let her face two Death Eaters alone and -”

“You fought against two Death Eaters?” He interrupted me. “Alone?” I nodded. “For Merlin’s sake Y/N, are you crazy? You could have died!”

“But I’m still here. I’m too skilled to die, my dear.”

I wanted to reassure him, but the dangerousness of my acts slowly crept in my mind. He was right, I could have died. I threw my arms around Percy’s neck and he pressed me against him.

“It’s okay.” he murmured.

Dad kneeled next to us and stroke my hair.

“You’ve been incredible, Y/N, but Percy’s right. You shouldn’t have done this.” I nodded once more, not daring to look at him. “Are you hurt?”

I mumbled my ankle was painful and Percy immediately murmured Episkey but nothing happened.

“It’s not broken, you will have to wait until we’re at home. Mum will know what to do.”

He helped me getting on my feet and supported me on our way to the tents without a word. He led me toward my bed and left. Just before getting out, he stopped and murmured:

“Don’t ever scare me like that, Y/N. I don’t want to lose you.”

We slept a few hours - or we tried to sleep, because I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing the Death Eaters - and took a portkey before the dawn. Percy was next to me, helping me walking, and we were a few steps recessed from the others. We saw Mum running outside, hugging Dad then Fred and George. When she saw Percy and I arriving, she rushed toward us and hugged us. Then she placed herself on my other side and we made our way to the kitchen, where she quickly healed my ankle and we ate a needed breakfast. When Dad announced he had to go back to the Ministry, Percy approved and told he would go too. He was back to his pompous self, as usual in front of our family, but I didn’t hear what he said after because the exhaustion took over me and I fell asleep, my head falling in my now empty plate.

The following week had been very difficult for Dad and Percy. Both cancelled their holidays and spent all the days at the Ministry. Dad always came back a bit later than Percy, but my twin had a lot to do with all the accusations against Barty Crouch, along with the secret preparation of the Triwizard Tournament that would take place at Hogwarts. Some tensions appeared between Dad and Percy, along with Hermione who got angry as soon as someone talked about house elves. Personally, I had to face Fred’s and George’s glares. It seemed like they hadn’t appreciated mine at the World Cup, when I wanted them to stop teasing Percy.

The Triwizard Tournament brought me back to Hogwarts for the first time in November. Charlie had sent me an owl, asking me to join him in Romania before the 20th of November. He showed me the reserve he worked in, and it was the very first time I saw real dragons. It was awesome, these creatures were majestic, their beauty was terrifying and enchanting. I helped him and other wizards to bring them to the Forbidden Forest, next to Hogwarts, and paired with my brother in order to control them. Hagrid arrived an hour later with the Beauxbatons director. We talked with him, mainly about Harry whom we were all worried about. And to say he was in danger was an understatement. Once in front of the ferocious Hungarian Horntail, he seemed really small and defenseless. I was biting my nails next to Charlie, who was ready to intervene if things turned bad. However, Harry cast a spell and his broom arrived. After an amazing flying demonstration, he caught the golden egg, beating the three previous Champions.

The second time I went back to the castle was for the Christmas Eve. I had heard Barty Crouch was sick and I knew Percy replaced him for many things, including the Triwizard Tournament. Of course I was happy for him: it was a great occasion to be remarked and maybe to get a promotion. However, I hadn’t seen him in weeks and I really missed him. That’s why, when I had received an owl from him inviting me to attend to the Yule Ball with him at Hogwarts, I had almost screamed of joy.

The Great Hall was decorated with silver frost and plant guirlandes hanging from everywhere. Percy stood straighter than ever as we reached the table intended for the Champions and the jury. He wore a navy blue robe, bought especially for the occasion. My dress was quite simple, it was burgundy red and also brand new. I sat between Percy and Madame Maxime, looking curiously at the Champions. The four of them were accompanied by someone, and I recognized Hermione with Viktor Krum. I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she blushed. Harry came next to Percy and the both of them talked about Barty Crouch. I started a conversation with Madame Maxime: she seemed pleased to see my admiration for her horses.

After the diner - which was excellent, as usual - the Champions went to the center of the Great Hall and started to dance, the music being played by the Weird Sisters. Of the corner of my eye, I saw Dumbledore asking Madame Maxime to dance with him. A few seconds later, a particularly pretty Durmstrang boy came in front of me and took my hand. I glanced at Percy, who was glaring at the boy, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t because it was an unacceptable behaviour. Not from me, anyway. I danced with the guy and when the song ended, Percy appeared behind me.

“Do you want to go for a walk in the gardens?”

I smiled and followed him. Soon, the strange restraint vanished and we were talking about everything and nothing, recalling good memories from when we were young and wondering who would win the second task. We didn’t stay outside for too long, though, because the air was freezing. We headed back to the Great Hall and passed next to Fred who was dancing with Angelina Johnson. George was nowhere to be found, Ginny was dancing with the clumsy boy who had forgotten to give back the Sorting Hat at the beginning of his first year and Ron was sitting next to Harry, obviously angry. Percy and I sat at an empty table, still chatting. Other boys asked me to dance with them, but I refused each time, wanting to spend some time with my twin. It had clearly been a long time since the last time he had forgotten about his work, and I wouldn’t give up on him.

Indeed, I didn’t give up on him at the Ball, and I didn’t give up on him either after Barty Crouch’s disappearance. Percy had to submit to an interrogation about the orders he received by owl. It was very difficult for him, and the worse arrived with the letter who indicated him he wouldn’t be able to judge the third task.

“You can come with Bill, Y/N and I.” proposed Mum during the diner. “We will spend the day with Harry. The poor boy will need a bit of distraction.”

“No, thanks Mum.” Percy answered sadly. “I’m not sure it would be a good idea.”

I was sure he didn’t want to come face to face with Cornelius Fudge, but we couldn’t force him. He got up, leaving his plate half-full of mashed potatoes, and climbed slowly the stairs.

“Mum, I think I won’t come either. I don’t want Perce to stay alone.”

She sighed and nodded. I didn’t follow him, knowing he needed space. My decision didn’t seem to please him because as soon as I told him I wouldn’t go to Hogwarts, the morning of the third task, he got angry.

“I don’t care about what you say, Percy.” I had grabbed firmly his wrist before he slammed the door in front of me. “I stay with you, you have no choice.”

Finally, I managed to cheer him up by babbling on about dragons for hours. He listened to me, finally getting interested, and even asked me to lend him some books.

“Perce?”

We were both lying in our beds and reading.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t worry for your place at the Ministry.”

To be continued

Part 5

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Anaticula Pt 58

A flash of blonde through the crowds in King’s Cross Station had you frozen in place stepping out of the gate. Staring right at you and the curious teens around you was none other than Charlie. Ginny and Ron rushed over and Hermione lingered at your side while Harry struggled in fixing his sweater under his jacket. Draco and Neville behind you patted your back and you sighed drawing closer while Charlie’s eyes looked over Barty in his smirking path to sling his arm over your shoulders after adding his scarf around your neck realizing you’d forgotten yours. Snape behind him joined you all on the stroll out to the Knight Bus stop. Into the cold breeze you went and stood catching Charlie’s gaze in his asking, “Ready for the big game?”

You nodded remembering the game in the first week of January, “Ya. Moran says it shouldn’t be too hard, just the weather might be an issue, but we’re used to playing rough in the winter.”

Charlie nodded and worked himself closer to you continuing the conversation on Quidditch to keep what had been the most casual conversation between you since your contact had broken in your dating Sebastian. His name was never mentioned and he was skirted around and yet while you made your way home Charlie seemed to be plotting a way to work himself between you and Barty for the final walk home and path inside your home. Though granting you a break to go upstairs for a nap Bill caught your uncertain glance up to Charlie and he snatched him away to lure him into a conversation with him and Fleur.

Sighing deeply you lit the fire in your fireplace removing your boots to climb onto your warming bed feeling your eyes drooping shut already. In your nap with Opal curling up under your arm your father came upstairs and grinned peeking into your room and slipped inside. Carefully he covered you up and after a long night shift he spread out behind you and draped his arm over your back closing his eyes glad you were finally home again.

Dinner wasn’t any different, even stealing a seat at your side between the twins Charlie seemed to be trying to mend things and get onto a better footing with you. For whatever reason it was you tried to remember that behind that charming smile of his were the words that could have you crying thousands more tears when he would no doubt leave you again. Still you missed your friend and tried to remain friendly, between practices feeling him shadowing your steps.

Christmas had to be celebrated early this year as so many of your group would be called off to distant corners of the world for work or otherwise. A hearty dinner bled into the usual music filled bout of presents, all through it the room for you grew blurrier and blurrier in the downing of more drinks.

The yearly shot turned to ciders and pints after that soon shifting back into a bottle of wine you carried up to your floor. The memories were fuzzy, and from your giggling steps turning to the hall for your room was the last clear image. Not the turn from your door, not your knock on Charlie’s door to tell him off for bothering you with his jealousy or even how your argument turned to a fiery kiss issued by him ending with the wine bottle being finished between heavy make out sessions leading to so much more.

In the silent sitting room Harry had brought the men in for a conference on all his worries.

Remus, “Riddle has chosen Vincent Crabbe for a mission?”

Harry, “I know it sounds mad.”

Regulus, “He would never choose any of the Crabbes after they attacked Jaqi.”

Sirius, “Has it occurred to you Snape was simply pretending to offer Vincent help, so he could find out what he was up to?”

Harry, “That's not what it sounded like.”

Tonks, “Perhaps Harry's right, Remus. To make an Unbreakable Vow, it's...”

Arthur, “It comes down to whether or not you trust Dumbledore's judgment. Dumbledore trusts Snape, therefore I do. “

Harry, “Dumbledore can make mistakes.”

Remus, “You're blinded by hatred.”

Harry, “I'm not.”

Remus, “Yes, you are.”

Sirius, “People are disappearing, Harry, daily. We can only place our trust in a handful of people. If we start fighting amongst ourselves, we're doomed.”

Harry, “Then why doesn’t Dumbledore trust Jaqi?” They all look at him open mouthed. “He keeps asking me to get close to Slughorn even though Jaqi’s already told him what she knows about the Horcruxes. Barely talks to her at all, and when he does in the halls he turns away like he’s busy.”

Remus, “I’m certain-,” he sighed, “It must just be hard, knowing all the people he’s known, Grindlewald, Riddle, and he missed the signs when they were turning.”

Arthur, “Surely-,”

Remus shook his head, “I know she’s not turning. She’d be the last, what I am saying, is that like the rest of us Harry, he is afraid, and perhaps, to him, for the time being some distance is best to keep a clear mind.”

Harry, “But he’s been pushing her away since she got back from Azkaban,”

Arthur’s lips parted and Tonks said, “He did seem different, after. Acted so aloof about the whole matter afterwards with her.”

Arthur, “Either way, hold the course. For Jaqi’s sake at least, try not to do anything reckless.”

Harry, “What is going on with her? How can we? She’s all over the place these days.”

Remus nodded, “Yes, and that is why we must follow her plan and not be reckless. This is how we protect her in return, plans have been set and she keeps tabs on Riddle to keep them all according to plan.”

Harry nodded and headed to the kitchen for some more cocoa, where he found Arthur, “Are you all right, Mr Weasley?”

“We're being followed, all of us. Most days, Molly doesn't leave the house. It's not been easy.”

“Did you get my owl?”

“Yes, I did. If Dumbledore's traveling, then that's news to the Ministry but perhaps that's the way Dumbledore wants it.” After wetting his lips he continued, “As for the other matter, I know a bit more. I sent an agent to Borgin and Burkes. I think, from what you described what you and Ron saw in summer the object is a vanishing cabinet.”

“A vanishing cabinet?”

“They were all the rage when Voldemort first rose to power. You can see the appeal. Should Death Eaters come knocking one simply had to slip inside and disappear for an hour or two. They can transport you anywhere. Tricky contraptions though, very temperamental.”

“What happened to it?”

“The one at Borgin and Burkes? Lucius bought it.”

Harry’s brows furrowed glancing through the doorway to Lucius who was smiling in a conversation with Barty and Hermione. “Why would they need that?”

Arthur tapped Harry’s shoulder passing him a bag of marshmallows for his refilled cocoa, “Because Jaqi is heading the evacuations.” Harry’s lips parted, “There are safe havens, you know. She finds out who they want, and we have House Elves sneak them away.”

Harry eyed Regulus in his approach to steal some of the marshmallows and asked, “Do you think Dumbledore is after the Horcruxes? That’s why he keeps traveling?”

Regulus chortled, “He can search all he likes but me and Jaqi found them all.” He looked Harry over, “Why do you ask? Jaqi’s told him that.”

Harry, “I don’t think he’s taking anyone’s word for it.”

Groggily your eyes cracked open and as Charlie snored behind you your body propped up on you elbows making your jaw drop realizing you were naked. A telling soreness below your waist had you easing out of bed ignoring the throb in your head, a break in the snores had his arm looping around your middle and in his sitting up he scooted you onto his lap kissing your cheek just making your skin want to crawl. “Sneaking away?”

Glancing back at him you said, “I have my trip to Paris.”

Huffing against your shoulder he stole a warm peck there and hummed in his move to kiss your cheek, “I’ll see you after then, when you get home.” You nodded and he plopped back onto the bed and watched you pull on your clothes and hold your shoes in the trot to the door. Crossing the silent chill filled hall you made it to your room and slipped inside making your way to your shower that flicked itself on.

Sniffling behind your hands covering your mouth you called your doorway to head to the office in the Chamber of Secrets. In your rack of venoms you found a vial of venom you brought back to your bedroom to add a few drops to the bottle of juice you had left there the night before for when you woke up. In an instant your hangover was gone and you sent the vial back to its rack and sent the doorway away in your striping again.

The bag for your trip was already packed and you grabbed the jeans, sweater, socks and underwear you had set out the day before carrying the pile in to leave on the counter by the sink. Under the warm water you huffed feeling just how sore you were as you washed the few remaining specks of blood and dried dribbles of what you didn’t care to know from between your thighs. You did love Charlie, it had been imagined a time or two your first time, but never stemming from your being so completely drunk that you would just have it be over with in a drunken fling with your oblivious ex. Closing your eyes you tilted your head back to wash your hair letting the warm water rain down on you. It had happened and now you just had to deal with the aftermath of it.

How he would act now, if he had gotten what he wanted and now simply take off, or if he would go full tilt into a relationship with you and possibly confirm he was readying to be with you always, or whatever painful grey matter in between. The only plus, the torn condom packets and used latex in the trash bin giving you on top of your birth control supplements a good confirmation you would not get pregnant from this.

It had to be a quick shower, and once dried again you fixed the sleek simple makeup on your face after brushing your teeth and gargling away what you hoped to be all traces of Charlie’s scent on you.

Layer by layer you were covered and you fluffed out your curls around your shoulders deciding on white blonde for your disguised shade, grabbing your bag you sighed and headed down to join whoever was up for a freakishly early breakfast. Letting your bag float to the front door you paused and stepped out onto the back porch through the double glass doors seeing Barty up and alone, a cold gust of wind blowing your hair back into the door that you closed behind you. “Can’t sleep?”

In his thick wool trench coat, scarf and hat Barty smirked at you equally as bundled saying, “Smells like snow.” He chuckled in looking out at the white blanket coating everything as far as the eye could see inside your protective dome, “Well, more snow.”

You let out a weak giggle and he looked you over, “Did you sleep? You seem troubled.”

When your eyes met his again his lips parted seeing the tears in your eyes, and you tearily whimpered back, “Other than getting so drunk that I slept with Charlie-, just peachy.”

His move closer was caught by Charlie on his way back from having gotten up to pee noticing you outside along with his hugging you making Charlie snarl and go to throw himself back onto his bed.

“Oh Love.” As you burrowed into his open jacket he folded around you nestling a hand into your chilling hair. “It doesn’t have to be the end of the world you know.” Sniffling in looking up at him he smiled at you, “First times are terrible. And no doubt things will be awkward in finding out what happens next. He is an idiot you know,” Making you giggle as his hands cupped your cheeks, “Until then Love, you are off to Paris for Christmas.” At the uncertainty in your gaze he said, “I can go with you if you wish.”

“You would do that?” He nodded, “I don’t want to spoil your break though-,”

He shook his head, “Not a chance of that, Love.” In your pausing glance over his face he asked, “What is that look for?”

“You must be so disappointed.” His lips parted, “You come to Hogwarts to find me after living through the Dementor’s Kiss, assuming I’m so incredible, and I’m like this.”

For a moment his eyes flinched narrower then he closed the distance kissing you on the lips. Inching up on your toes in the alluring kiss you melted into a hum from him came just moments before his breaking the kiss to catch your gaze again still keeping his hold on your cheeks, “I love you so much more for every break and crack in that porcelain mask of yours the world put on you. You are not broken, you are not weak, you are impossibility personified. Chaos contained in flesh and blood, and Riddle has no clue what sun he has been circling for all these years. Because Darling, you are space matter readying to go supernova, there is no telling what you could do, and they should be afraid, so very afraid of what you could warp this world into. I will never be disappointed in you, and I will never leave your side for as long as I am welcomed by you.” A stray tear was brushed away by his thumb and he grinned at you, “Come now, Paris.”

His hands lowered and he led you inside straight to the kitchen where you both found Snape making breakfast he set out for you three with a flash of a grin. Taking the seat on your right he said, “I was tasked to sneak a request for some of your hair before you go.” Your gaze shifted to him in a sip of the tea he set down for you, “So this is me being sneaky, may I collect some?”

You nodded and he reached up into the center of the side of your head for a spot least likely to be spotted and he cut a pinch of your hair he eased into a vial he corked and pocketed then flashed you another grin, “Should I ask?”

Snape raised his own mug, “For plausible deniability, not yet.”

You nodded and raised your fork making Barty smirk in your saying, “Fair enough.”

…

Papers in hand you and Barty strolled through the Wizard Train station crossing the ocean between England and Europe and made your way to the gate after tickets had been stamped and you bags had been loaded into the luggage car. Straight to the enclosed box you made your way in the sea of gasps and autograph requests to privacy where you plopped onto the cushioned bench where you snuggled against Barty’s side in his move to prop your legs on his lap to stroke your chilled thighs.

A long ride later and back into another blizzard you took the ride in the waiting car with a driver holding your name proudly. Barty however drew a few confused glances in the mirror once inside and you couldn’t help but smirk trying to picture just what your relatives would say. On your lap his hand found yours and you pointed out all you could see until the car turned down an alley and a knob was turned lifting the car into the air as it shielded itself. Over the city you eyed the other flying cars joining you in the same direction off towards what seemed to be the same island in the distance. The closer you got your other hand laid over the back of his deepening his grin as you asked in French, “Are we heading for the island?”

The driver nodded, “Yes, Miss Black, that island is the Pearisiyiea estate.”

“The whole island?”

“Two thirds of it yes, the large estate up top and there is a small Wizarding village surrounding it they hold the deeds for, the remainder of the island is owned by the Delacour family.”

“Ah, no wonder they said they spend most holidays together.”

Barty murmured to you lowly, “I bet Fleur will miss it this year.”

With a smirk you replied, “Well she said she’d be along tomorrow.”

Barty chuckled, “No doubt missing a certain redhead.”

You giggled so to yourself in your landing among the line of other cars on the snow capped bridge appearing out of thin air leading to the island. “No doubt, he does dote on her so.”

Following the trail of cars you watched the palace atop the peak lit up by lanterns in the lightly falling snow blocking out the sun, reaching up Barty tilted your hat on your head keeping it from falling off when your curls had moved under it when you leaned forward to get a better look at a statue of a man holding something on his back too undistinguishable by snow. Turning your head again you straightened up to settle back at his side smoothing a thumb across the back of his only worsening the pain in your chest at what had happened the night before. Bringing him here would no doubt bring up certain questions of why you would bring him to meet your maternal family, besides the fact of being taken young into the Death Eaters and locked away without a trial to Azkaban Barty was an amazing choice to bring home.

Twelve perfect NEWTS, Professor in an amazing Wizarding school you two worked in. A man who seemed to be absolutely devoted to you, without the slightest flinch hearing what you had stumbled into with another man. A man who had suffered so much just as you had, and become so absolutely wonderful he deserved someone to flaunt him as much as he loved to do with you, even if it was pretend.

Straight up to a covered entrance you were driven and you wet your lips and watched the man at the door among the others in uniform approaching to ease the door open for you who paused and tilted his head and his grin flinched out in seeing you behind the strange man he didn’t know. Barty led the scoot out at your release of his hand with one but his kept hold of the other and on his feet he stood to watch you find your own footing to watch the other uniformed men turn to greet you especially.

Behind your car the other guests took note of you in your casual stroll up the carpeted steps into the warm palace. Chatter surrounded you and the uniformed man behind you hurried past you with your bags in hand to take up to your room.

A call of your name turned your head and one of your great uncles approached you for a quick hug then looked to Barty with a quick grin, “This is David.”

Barty grinned in shaking his hand as he said, “Pleasure to meet you David, I am great uncle Eric.”

Barty replied, “Pleasure to meet you as well, Eric.”

Eric smirked, “Good, you are fluent, mother will be pleased.” Their hands released and his head tilted to the side, “Come, I will give you the tour,” leaning in he whispered, “Mother is focusing on the tree once again. Does this each year, fusses over it nonstop until all the guests are here then she rushes in to make her grand entrance. We’re all glad you could make it this year, last year we had to replace the windows in the Eastern Wing, big scuffle with some Thrush charms, or we’d had hosted everyone like every year. Took some doing to find the right cursed ornament Trina picked out by mistake.”

After a weak chuckle from you his brow inched up in your curious glance up at him and you asked, “I have a, sort of surprise for them, I um, would there be a time I could talk to them alone? Might not be best in a crowd.”

He paused as you came up on his brother Roderick who asked, “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

You glanced between them with your hair and eyes mint green and shook your head as Barty tried to bite back his chuckles, “No! Just, well, it’s a gift. Just, they might not take it well.”

Roderick smirked at your hair shifting back to silvery blue and eyes back to normal, “Doubt it if you picked it.”

You wet your lips, “It has to do with something I found, of Suzienne’s.”

Together they said, “Oh,”

And you nodded, “Yes, so I thought crowd might not be the best.”

They smirked at you, “Well, after the Ball tomorrow night we open the presents. Just us family, you can show them then.”

You nodded and Eric said, “They’ll love whatever you brought.”

“Everyone always says that but one pair of Snarfalump socks and suddenly that unanimous love flees the house.” Making them both chuckle in your giggling smile.

Together the pair guided you through the home introducing you and David to their guests grouped up in their various favored sitting rooms, mainly being the other top pureblood families in France. Mixed between them more than a few professional Quidditch players who all greeted you fondly and asked where Fleur was.

Apparently that was the big topic, how your home compared to theirs and just how their dear one had been acclimating to life in England, but all of them were glad to have had such a close family friend for her to stay with and help in her finding her footing out on her own so far from home.

David came next, asking all about his family and his rehearsed back story previously unused for so long finally got to be tested. Just a few names seemed to be changed and with his family line being left to him there was none to challenge him or your enchantment to change his name to keep his academic achievements through the magical world.

Just as the brothers had said all the guests had arrived and through the double doors muffled calls of Vivien’s name was being called making you giggle as Barty drew your attention to your great uncles motioning you over. Next to the fireplace you joined the rest of your relatives with Barty keeping firm hold of your hand whispering to you in latin stirring up giggles from you about a portrait he had seen earlier reminding him of a book he had read as a child he just remembered the title to after trying to for ten minutes.

In the sea of relatives you caught the couple’s eyes scanning over them and their grins deepening seeing that you were among them. Though a stolen glance at the man who was holding your hand came in their move to greet their guests. Once they had all been greeted you came next with tight hugs given before the pair looked to Barty and you couldn’t help but giggle again making them look to you in the shaking of your head marking your apology for the personal amusement of their expressions.

Barty grinned saying, “I’m David, Tennant, Sirius and Regulus were needed at the Ministry, thought I might steal the chance of being Jaqi’s plus one. You have a lovely home.”

Ollivier shook his offered hand and asked, “Thank you. We saw you last year.”

Barty nodded, “Yes, you did.”

Vivienne, “What do you do for a living?”

“I teach, at Hogwarts too, Muggle Studies.”

Ollivier, “Muggle Studies, you are from a Muggle line then?”

He shook his head, “Not at all. A lesser pure blood line than the Noble House of Black, but pure just the same.” That seemed to calm the pair, “I managed to get perfect scores on all twelve of my NEWTS and they had need of a Muggle Studies Professor. Always room for change in the future if need be. Just like Jaqi, we really are qualified for any post really, just a matter of availability.”

Vivienne looked to you, “Are you enjoying teaching?”

“Teaching yes, the actual grading portions not so much.” You said with a giggle making her smile a bit wider, “Still embarrassingly missing a few ‘Professors’ or questions from time to time, but I am getting better, even started awarding and deducting points. Only took three months.”

Ollivier, “I am certain you are doing marvelous, and we have been watching recordings of your games, which we have purchased from your shop.” In a more than impressed tone he asked, “How ever did you manage to create those Quidditch boards?”

You giggled again as the Quidditch pros came to join the conversation saying they loved the models they used to practice their new plays visually before trying them out in person. Clearly your ‘little shop’ they had imagined you having with the twins was something so much more than they had hoped and it was all a credit to you and your unmatched mind in their opinions. The group conversation blended into a break to bring out an apparent yearly set of games leading to your sharing an obnoxiously large armchair with Barty by your great grandparents allowing them to keep talking to you between your turns.

An odd pause had you looking up however in the splitting of the crowd to head up to their rooms, up onto your feet you stood and looked up at Eric when the couple seemed to vanish, he grinned at you both saying, “It is time to dress for dinner. Do not worry, a gown has been chosen for you, one of the traditional ones for the photos after, with a set of dress robes for David here.”

He turned guiding you through the curved staircases and halls up to your suite with windows open revealing the snow falling outside, lit up by all the white even without the sun shining through the windows. Looking out a window you said, “I bet it’s gorgeous in the spring.”

Eric chuckled, “Careful,” you turned around, “Or mother might insist you stay for your summer breaks too.” Making you giggle as he pointed to the closet, “Your clothes are in there. Dinner is in twenty minutes, the silver boxes are more gifts they hoped you would wear.” He glanced between you then closed the door behind him.

With a mischievous grin Barty back stepped to the closet he eased the sliding door open on only to clap his hand over his mouth at your squeak at the Victorian style pale blue ruffled sleeveless dress on a dress form inside. The front detailed in embroidery in silver of holly leaves and the back with layered sections of white ruffling along the skirt under the big poof of them over your backside connected by a single line of them down the middle of your back to help hide the zipped there. On the island next to the form two silver boxes sat, one with nude platform heels secured by two crossing straps similar to a pair they had seen you in before just in a different color making you smirk. Opening the other box your heart skipped in Barty’s whistle at the massive sapphire heart outlined with diamonds on a diamond chain. Softly you mumbled, “Oh, wow.”

Turning your head you smirked seeing his robes set up on a set of hangers you inspected closer making him chuckle at the pale blue silver holly patterned material matching your gown. “I feel spoiled.”

Shaking your head you reached up to remove your hat you set down on a hook above where your bag was seated. Shrugging out of your coat the realization of his doing the same made your stomach clench, a feeling you shook off and hung up your jacket. Removing your boots came next with your socks and as you reached to undo your belt he said in tugging the bottom of his button down shirt from his jeans under his sweater, “I can go in the other room if you like?”

You shook your head, “Nah, besides, I’ll need help with that zipper.” Making him chuckle.

“Yes you will.” He said tugging his sweater up over his head he set aside to be joined by his button down shirt next as you pushed your pants down and set them on the bench. Standing upright again with feet overlapping due to the cold carpet under your feet as you pulled your sweater up revealing your silver matching set of panties and bra you were glad to have chosen over the much darker violet pair. Turning around your eyes fell to his scarred back he caught your stare at in the mirror and said, “From my father.” Your eyes rose to his when he turned, “It’s alright, Snape’s been helping me to get rid of them. Just hurts to do them all at once.”

“Belt?”

“Rod.” Your lips parted and he stepped closer to the displayed gown in just his briefs decorated with the Grinch carrying a stolen tree across his backside and a green hand holding an ornament across his groin matching his ornament coated socks making you smirk, at your expression his face twisted into a smirk, “I was not expecting for you to see my briefs. Always wear themed ones.” You giggled in his levitating the form out of the gown he lowered and he stepped closer saying, “Keep giggling and I’m kissing you.”

With a wide smile you said, “Oh yes, because that is such a terrible threat coming from you. If you wear those I can just imagine what festive habits Sevy is keeping under wraps. No doubt just pretends to be all stoic but there’s just an explosion of garland and glitter every chance he gets.”

Barty leaned in making you giggle again as he said, “You have no idea. Come on, hop in.” Keeping hold on his shoulder you stepped into the gown he helped ease up around you like a perfect glove before you held the chest up and turned for him to zip it up your back while your hair twisted itself into an elegant bun with braids crossing over it and helping to secure it around the hair pins from your bag. Turning in front of the mirror you couldn’t help but giggle, “All about the butt isn’t it.”

Barty laughed bouncing into his pants he secured and turned smiling at your holding up his shirt and then jacket he pulled on and adjusted before your turn to add your shoes only adding to the effects of the curve accentuating gown. In a hum by your ear he reached around you lifting the necklace, “last touch,” easing the chain around your neck he secured it and grinned at you took in the full reflection as your hair settled to its natural silvery blue complimenting the outfit in his brushing your loose bangs behind your ear to kiss your cheek. “Perfection.”

Turning around you looked to his cravat and started to secure it for him saying, “Thank you. I don’t know what I’d have done without you.”

His eyes locked with yours and he said “You would have been magnificent.”

Giggling again you said, “You better stop complimenting me or I’m going to kiss you.”

When you turned around he smiled at your back saying, “Radiant,” making you pause and turn around in his smirking step closer, “Spectacular,” he said stepping closer in your widening smile, “Breath taking,” He stepped closer again and began to lean in, “The most wondrous-,” His words muffled against your lips when you kissed him and eased your hand up around his neck freeing him to snake his arm around your back drawing you closer to him.

Muffled chatter in the hall broke the kiss and you whispered, “Careful, I may just get used to this game.”

Sweetly he kissed you again, “Kiss me any time, Love.”

Dinner led to pictures and then to a shift into the sitting rooms again for tea. A brushing of your fingers along Barty’s hand on your lap however seemed to lull your mind off to who knows where. Alone in a castle made from what looked to be from branches and trees woven together inside a mountain filled with golden streams of light casting rainbows from strips of colored glass between arches above sat quietly muffling the room around you. Each step you took brought you closer to an empty throne atop a set of stairs coated in a thick silk blanket, something told you to turn around and when you did your eyes fell on the more serious of your blondes. Again you tried and failed to move or change anything, but a kiss on your cheek snapped your eyes from silver to purple again in time for you to notice Ollivier’s concerned stare that had caused Barty to snap you out of your dream. Flashing Barty a grin you whispered, “Sorry.”

He shook his head and kissed your cheek again and whispered into your ear, “They’re discussing carnivorous plants. I think they want you to jump in again.” With the folding of your hand around the back of his you listened to their conversation and caught their grins when you jumped into the conversation mentioning a few positives on a few you remembered Neville talking about wanting recently. When bed was called for you eyed Ollivier’s lingering and you strolled over to him leaving Barty by the door and caught his grin, “Sorry, I tend to zone out sometimes.”

“You are sleeping well?”

You nodded, “I am doing better.”

His hand rested on your shoulder and he said, “You would tell me? If something was wrong?”

Weakly you chuckled worsening the concern in his gaze until you said, “I’m a natural Seer.” Making his lips part, “The silver eyes, it’s a hard door to close. Recently, I’ve been having these dreams about places I’m going to travel to, and people I’m going to meet. I didn’t mean to worry you. It, just happens sometimes.”

He nodded then said, “I do hope when you travel there finally you might bring us back pictures?”

You grinned up at him saying, “In one of the dreams I bring you all with me.” Widening his grin, “You look tired,” you sad patting his arm, “I’ll see you in the morning. Happy Christmas Eve.”

He smiled at you, “Same to you. We send breakfast up to the rooms, so feel free to stay in bed as long as you need. Family tradition so we can finish prepping it all and then we meet at noon for the start to the Ball. Guests are normally gone by sunset. The boys mentioned you brought us gifts, you didn’t have to.”

“I know. But I think it is something, special, I couldn’t keep to myself.” He lowered hugging you then pulled back in your final good nights when he stole another few glances back at you on his way to join his brother in the doorway who he chatted with upon reaching him.

Changed into a sweater and shorts you joined Barty in the bed and plopped back on your back staring up at the ceiling when he asked, “Where did you run off to?”

You glanced at him with a smirk and waved your hand summoning your dream journal that flipped open revealing the room you had seen, “Here,” his lips parted rolling onto his side looking at the shifting view of the entire room ending on the throne, you turned the page, “Then I turn and they’re behind me.”

“what happens?”

You shrug, “I am inviting him to dinner, then I walk away through my door. That’s all.”

Barty smirked, “Wasn’t he one of the ones in the bog?”

You nodded and giggled closing the book, “Him and the other one, they mostly just stand there, staring.” The book zapped back to your bag again and you rolled over resting your head on his arm he took as a sign to pull you into his chest and nestle around you.

“Interesting.” Making you giggle again. “You do like the strong silent type don’t you?”

“Who knows, they might be the type to open up and never shut up, who knows.”

“When do you think you’ll meet them?”

“best I can figure, two, three years. Riddle’s dead.” He glanced down at you catching your eye, “In the dreams my mark is showing.” Making him nod then settle around you again.

“Not that long to wait then, Love. Can’t wait to meet them.”

Making you smirk and snuggle more into his chest, “You and me both.”

His arms laced around you tighter as you drifted off and not an hour later a slip of paper appeared in his view reading simply, “Driftwood” that burned to nothing making him grin and hold you tighter closing his eyes knowing you were a sliver safer after what had been done.

Pt 59

#HP Crossover #Barty Crouch Jr x oc #Christmas Break #Visiting Family #Meet the Family #One Night Fling #Charlie Weasley

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the history of the second son of lestrange

CHARACTER’S FULL NAME : Rabastan Lestrange

CHARACTER’S AGE / BIRTHDAY : 22 / April 14, 1957

OCCUPATION : Unspeakable. Rabastan was recruited to the Ministry just after leaving school and the idea of such a job appealed to him on many levels. It was prestigious, it was respected, and the secrets at his disposal were like none he could find anywhere else.

WAND DESCRIPTION : 13¾ inches, walnut, phoenix feather core.

WHY THIS CHARACTER? : I think I can have a lot of fun with Rabastan. He walks this kind of line between being outwardly crazy (a la Walden or Barty) and being that refined type of diabolical that you see in the “Sacred 28” Pureblood men (Lucius, Rodolphus, Atticus, etc.) He has that arrogance of youth about him, as a second son he doesn’t have the weight of the Lestrange name on his shoulders, and the passion to want to prove himself. There’s almost a sense of invincibility about him. Which is not to say that he is invincible. He’s not. He’s just twenty two and stupid and thinks he’ll never die. He is unapologetic and fierce which allows for so many fun options. I mean, this is the guy who tortured the Longbottom’s with such intensity that they lost their minds. That — is not normal levels of evil. That is something else. He, along with his brother and his sister in law, were also the only Death Eaters to search for the Dark Lord after his downfall. His conviction and his loyalty are unerring, there is little he wouldn’t do to achieve his goals.

AFFILIATION : Rabastan is a Death Eater and a proud one. It is the one thing he’s done the same as his brother and father before him. There was a time when the part of him that longed to be anything other than “the youngest lestrange” rebelled at the idea of joining the Death Eaters just because his brother and father had but in the end, he did it because he wanted to. Because he believed in what they stood for. And if it meant being in his brother’s shadow again, well everyone had to make sacrifices. It didn’t mean he had to make them gracefully.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT THE WAR? : Rabastan is young, the idea of war excites him. Sure he believes in the outcome he is fighting for but he also enjoys the fight himself. He is firm in his beliefs that some are better than others and he would more easily kill a mudblood child than harm his prized horse. He is the sort of man who volunteers for missions and will often do the things others are too hesitant to do. Even if it means enduring lectures on cautiousness and refinement from his older brother.

WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S GREATEST AMBITION? : He’d like to say his greatest ambition is to rid the wizarding world of those not worthy to be a part of it but Rabastan is not so noble. His greatest ambition is the feeling of power. He likes to feel like he’s in control and, in the event he cannot be in control, he wants no one to be.

HEADCANONS : 1. Rabastan doesn’t suffer from “the spare” syndrome, which is to say, he doesn’t feel insignificant or slighted or jealous of Rodolphus’ place. It takes some of the weight off of him and it allows Rabastan to feel in control of his own life. If someone were to ask him if he’d trade places with his brother, he’d laugh in their face. 2. He hates to fly. When he was a kid he never liked the feeling of being suspended the air supported by nothing more than a plank of wood and it’s not something he’s ever really gotten over. He didn’t play Quidditch in school, not even pick up games, and to this day prefers literally any kind of travel over brooms. 3. Rabastan is bad at emotion. It’s not that he doesn’t feel them, he just has a very hard time processing them and the deeper the emotion, the harder it is to connect to it. He has become very good at mimicking emotion because of this. He knows how he is supposed to act and behave from watching others. When he does manage to make sense of an emotion, though, it rocks him. 4. Tinkering with spells is a hobby of his. He likes to manipulate them, to adjust them, to improve them. He considered a career in spell making but he’d rather keep his creations to himself. He doesn’t crave the notoriety of creating new spells, he prefers the advantage having unique spells gives him. 5. Rabastan is what some would call “a fucking asshole.” That’s the clinical term. He’s cocky and egotistical and very much enjoys using his name to justify all of his actions. He’s not particularly kind to those he doesn’t deem worthy. Unless, of course, there is something he wants from them. 6. Authority and Rabastan are not the best of friends. Rabastan values his independence and he bristles at nearly anyone who has the audacity to tell him what to do. The only person whose orders he follows without argument is the Dark Lord — and even that just means he doesn’t argue to his face. 7. When thinking of sons of pureblood families, many conjure the image of a cool and collected man, refined, judgemental, and snide. Rabastan is only some of these things. Snide, of course, and judgemental, but the similarities end there. Rabastan is loud. He talks too loud and says too much, he is too rough around the edges, he laughs to abruptly and too often.

EXTRA INFORMATION : Star Sign — Rabastan is an Aries, the first sign of the zodiac. Aries is known to signal the beginning of something energetic and turbulent, both words that could describe Rabastan. Aries are known for striving to be the best, for being active, for sometimes acting even before they speak.

“Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better. I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam and no one in her right mind would make my home her home. My heart's an autoclave. When I try to open up to you, I get completely lost. Houses swallowed by the earth, windows thick with frost. And I reach deep down within but the pathways twist and turn and there's no light anymore and nothing left to burn.” — Autoclave by The Mountain Goats

BIOGRAPHY

Two to three children was a typical number among the families of the Sacred 28. Though the modern times trudged on, tradition was harder to shake among the wizarding world and even more so among those families of the purest blood and largest bank accounts. The old saying, an heir and a spare, wasn’t a rule persay but it was always good practice in families with huge inheritances and far too many branches to keep track of. On the morning of April 14, 1957, Rodolphus Lestrange Senior and his wife, Valeria Travers gave birth to their second and final son, following tradition and ending for them what was only ever a marriage of convenience. Oh they certainly played the part of esteemed husband and wife but they were rarely more than friendly with one another. Theirs had been a marriage of politics, not of love. The best that could be said for them is that neither was particularly miserable.

This was the home Rabastan was raised in. A home devoid of that warm and comforting feeling that one begins to associate with “home” as they grow. Rabastan’s house always felt more like a museum than a place of refuge. However, knowing nothing else, this didn’t phase the youngest Lestrange. He simply grew without a need for attachments like sacred spaces and childish hideaways. One wouldn’t think to look at Rabastan but he was someone who had an overly developed imagination and his childhood was to blame. Without the frippery most children had in the form of playrooms and yards and games, Rabastan found amusement in his own mind. He read often, though he didn’t particularly enjoy it or not, but he thought endlessly. There was a time when his parents thought it was possible that he would end up in Ravenclaw what for all the questions he asked.

But Rabastan’s destiny always pointed towards Slytherin. His thirst for knowledge was not for knowledge’s sake alone but in order to best understand how to get what he wanted in the way he wanted. Even from a young age there was something Rabastan always knew and it was what he wanted. What he had to learn as he grew was what to do when what he wanted was something he could not have. Luckily, being a Lestrange, that list was small and it didn’t happen often that he had to choose duty over desire.

When Rabastan got to Hogwarts, it was no surprise to anyone when the hat placed him beside his older brother at the Slytherin table. Rabastan flourished in Slytherin house, his ambition was well matched and he was surrounded by his own kind. Children from the Sacred 28 whom he’d known since birth, other purebloods who perhaps didn’t make the list of high society but were still cut from a similar cloth. Rabastan fed off of these influences, shaping and molding the man he would be as he interacted with all different kinds. He developed a small circle of close friends and it was only the closest of those that grew to knew Rabastan at his most natural and comfortable.

Rabastan came on the heels of his brother to school and felt the need to make it clear to everyone that the Lestrange men were not two of a kind. Where his brother was more refined and cautious, the perfect model of the Sacred 28, Rabastan was unpredictable and hedonistic. He reveled in all he was and all that his name guaranteed him. He excelled at school when he put his mind to it, showcasing a brilliance in the things that interested him and a complete lack of care when things did not. In his later years at school, he was the organizer of more than a fair share of common room parties and developed a reputation for the skill with which he not only avoided detention but caused a fair few to do his time for him.

He was examining possible career choices in his seventh year when the Ministry approached him about a career as an Unspeakable. The idea appealed to him for many reasons. It was something completely shrouded in mystery and the chance to be one of the few wizards in the world with such access was something Rabastan couldn’t pass up. Unspeakables were also among the highest respected members of the Ministry, thanks to the mysterious fog in which they carried out their careers. It did not take much wooing from the Ministry to win Rabastan and after graduation he began his career in the Thought Chamber.

Also following graduation, Rabastan followed his father and brother into the ranks of the former Knights of Walpurgis, by that time called Death Eaters. It wasn’t an easy decision for him, though. Rabastan recoiled anytime he was faced with the idea of doing something merely because it was expected of him. Rodolphus was the perfect son, Rabastan had the distinction of being what his mother called a “wild spirit.” That wild spirit, though, found itself at odds when it came to the Death Eaters. Yes it was something expected of him, something his father and brother had already done, but it was also something he wanted for himself. Rabastan agreed with all the things the Death Eaters stood for, blood purity and a distaste for those of dirty and tainted blood, the belief that only those of the oldest bloodlines should maintain power, the idea that witches and wizards had lived in secrecy for too long, cowering for fear of mere muggles. With the exuberance of youth, Rabastan poured himself into work for the Dark Lord. A Ministry official and an Unspeakable, he was a font of information for the powerful wizard to whom he pledged his allegiance and he struggled to rise quickly through the ranks.

Firmly in his place among the Dark Lord’s followers, successful in his job at the ministry, all that was left for Rabastan was to leave behind childish romance and fulfill the one obligation his family actually expected of him. Marrying someone they deemed appropriate. His betrothal to Lavinia Rowle was worked out quickly and announced with pomp and circumstance. To say Rabastan was pleased with the arrangement was a complicated statement. Of possible choices, Rabastan didn’t mind Lavinia. He’d even go so far as to say he enjoyed her company. But it was the one thing he was being asked to do simply because he was a Lestrange and it was expected of him and that was something he disliked. He hemmed and hawed at the match, going so far as to inform his potential betrothed of his displeasure. But for all his complaining, it was on of the few things he was unable to talk himself out of. So he resigned himself to it and entered into it as his parents had before him, looking for a partner and perhaps a friend but not expecting more. When he got more, it shook him to the core. And then, before he knew it, it was gone. She had left him with the first scandal he didn’t know how to talk himself out of, a heart he hadn’t known could break, and far more questions about himself than he felt entirely comfortable with.

PARA SAMPLE

It had been Bellatrix who told him Lavinia had been in the bank. She hadn’t been the one to mark his fiancée — if she had been not even her marriage to his brother could have protected her from Rabastan’s rage — but she had been in charge of the group that had. He didn’t have the time to fight with her about who it had been, he could deal with that later. What he had to deal with now was the fact that his fiancée bore the word TRAITOR on her arm and he had to deal with all that that implied. For one, she was meant to be his wife. His parents had chosen her for her family, her purity, her perfection and now she was marked as a traitor. It was a fire he would have to put out. He could hear his father already, calling for the arrangement to be annulled and for a new wife to be found. When they’d first been betrothed, Rabastan would have been of the same opinion. But now?

It would take every argument and ounce of finesse he had to keep Lavinia in his life.

Second and exponentially more dangerous, the Dark Lord had chosen those to be marked himself. The invitations had been sent out with his approval. He had chosen Lavinia for that Mark. Defying his parents Rabastan could do, but the Dark Lord? The younger Lestrange was unfamiliar with the feeling called fear but he thought that perhaps that cold wave of nausea in the pit of his stomach when he thought of that defiance was what people referred to when they said they were scared. He pushed it down, indulging it would do no good. If he was to find a way out of this, it was through logic and not emotion.

He stormed through the streets on the way to St. Mungo’s, cloak billowing behind him. He was still fuming from his discussion with Bellatrix, a discussion that nearly ended up in curses flying as she informed him with a smile of his fiancée’s fate. Only because his brother stood physically between them did Rabastan restrain himself from taking his anger out on the wild haired witch. Inside the lobby, the smell of terror assaulted him and he had to fight to keep himself from sneering. Around him, those who had been marked filled the halls. He spent a moment watching not the victims but their family members, seeing the relief and worry on their faces. Some stood at the information desk with panic alive on their features. He twisted his features into a similar expression and joined them at the desk.

“My fiancée. I’m looking for my fiancée. She’s here, they said she was here.” He faked the tone of concern with disturbing accuracy and the witch behind the desk fixed him with a sympathetic look.

“Her name?”

“Lavinia. Lavinia Rowle.” He was directed to her room and he hurried there through the throngs of people. Only when he had reached her room and found that she shared it with no one did he let the expression drop.

Except it didn’t, not entirely. Because beneath all of it was the third third. He loved her — and now she was lying in a bed in St. Mungo’s face pale and drawn.

“Are you alright?”

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