#where can I get that timeturner thing

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Challenging fate (Tom Riddle x reader)

soulmate!au

Chapter 1

Masterlist

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Epilogue

Description: There were a lot of unexpected things happening the day of the Battle of Hogwarts. Being send back into the past to change the course of history was definitely one of them.

No idea where I got the motivation from, but I’ve written a Tom Riddle soulmate!au fanfic over the last weeks and I think it’s ready for you to read! Gonna upload it day by day, just to thoroughly proofread everything. Also, the reader is Hufflepuff and Hermiones sister

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Everyone was gathering in the castles courtyard absolutely exhausted and shook from the battle that took place. You were standing in the back, next to Susan and Luna, being anxious of what was to come. Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall were stepping next to you, looking just as tense. You could see Hermione looking around the silent crowd before locking eyes with you, her shoulders relaxing a bit. She respectfully made her way through the crowd to the back where you were standing. „Are you okay?“, your sister asked pulling you into a tight hug. You just nodded and added: „You?“ She also nodded before taking your hand and standing next to you.

The crowd of Voldemorts army was filling the courtyard and your eyes were following the Dark Lord himself until he finally announced: „Harry Potter is dead!“ Your gaze immediately shot to Hagrids figure and then noticed Harry’s limp body in his arms. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened in shock. No. No this wasn’t possible. Did you…did you just lose? Harry was dead? But before you could really realize what happened you were pulled back into the castle by Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall, Hermione walking next to them. „What-“, you tried to question them, but Professor McGonagall shook her head in warning and you continued to hurry down the corridors.

When you reached the door to her office - which was suprisingly untouched by everything that happened - she muttered something under her breath and pulled the door open, before ushering you in. Once inside she whispered something to the door again and then turned around with a troubled face. „We should be safe here for now, let us sit down“, she urged you after a few seconds of thoughtful silence. While you sat down at the couch and armchairs to her left, Professor McGonagall retrieved something that looked like a letter from her desk. Hermione next to you was holding onto your left hand with a desperate grasp, and you could tell she was willing herself not to cry right now. You were getting more puzzled by the second.

„Before you ask what is happening here“, Professor McGonagall started and broke the seal of the letter, before taking it out and handing it to you, „this is a letter from Professor Dumbledore explaining everything, dear.“ You reluctantly took it from her, not having any idea what this could be about and what could be this important, considering Harry was dead and your friends and family were probably dying out there. After casting a look at the Head of your house, Professor Sprout - whose face was just as devastated - you finally started to read the letter with shaking hands.

Miss Granger,

If you are reading this, It probably means the worst possible outcome of these dark times did in fact occur. This means you are our last hope to save everyone.

To explain this I need to tell you, that our dear Professor Trewlaney made a prophecy about you, just like she did about Harry.

This prophecy is about your soulmate, more accurately about who your soulmate is. And this is precisely the reason why you can change our fate, because your soulmate is Tom Riddle. Now, do not fret Miss Granger, you do not have to go to the person Tom Riddle is today, no really - nobody could expect that much of you.

I entrusted my timeturner to Professor McGonagalls care, and we are not talking about the timeturner your sister used, no this one I constructed so that one can go back way more than just a few hours and so it is possible to stay in the past as long as needed. I also considered the detrimental effects timetravelling can have on reality, so I made sure that reality will only shift in ways that are acceptable - what this means exactly, I ask you to leave to my judgment.

I regret deeply having to burden you with such a task, I wish it did not have to be this way. But please remember Miss Granger, the Tom Riddle you will encounter in the past is not yet the Lord Voldemort that exists in this time, but your soulmate. There is still time to prevent this fate and I sincerely hope finding his soulmate will be the way. Fate works in interesting ways and maybe this is exactly what was supposed to happen from the beginning.

Best of luck Miss Granger.

Totally stunned you raised your head after reading the letter for a second time. You’re what? And you were supposed to go where and do what? This had to be some sort of nightmare, surely you were sleeping. „I’m so sorry (Y/N)“, Hermione told you with a chocking voice, her tears running down her cheeks, „Professor McGonagall only told me earlier today, so that I could come here with you, I swear I had no idea.“ Finally realizing this wasn’t a dream and you thought about how you did in fact have to go back in time to get Voldemort to decide against becoming the dark wizard he was today and instead choose you. This sounded crazy, like downright insane, and silently a few tears rolled down your cheeks. But you couldn’t not do it, if this meant saving everyone.

„I’m so sorry dear“, Professor Sprout said with a caring voice and squeezed your shoulder lightly. „I…don’t know what to say actually“, you finally opened your mouth with a shaking voice, „this is insane, but obviously I’ll do it.“ McGonagall gave you a nod and a compassionate smile, before going back to her desk and rummaging around in the drawers. „Let’s just hope this’ll actually get him to change his mind“, you let out a shaky breath and McGonagall came back with the timeturner and another letter in her hand. „Professor Dumbledore asked me to tell you that once you feel like you…changed Riddle - for the lack of a better word - you can decide if you want to stay in the 1940s or if you want to take Riddle back here with you“, she said and after you started to hear loud screams and explosions from outside again, she hastily secured the timeturner around your neck. „In the 40s this is Dumbledores office, he should be there“, she added, handing you the letter, “just give him this letter and everything will be sorted out.“

Your big sister pulled you into bonecrushing hug, but you hugged her back just as hard. „Be careful and come back okay? I love you“, she cried before letting you go. „I love you too Mione“, you sobbed before coming face to face with Professor Sprout. „You’re not in Hufflepuff for no reason dear, I know you can do this - your way“, she smiled and pulled you into a hug too. Finally you faced Professor McGonagall who handed you the letter. „Try to remember that you’re going to meet Tom Riddle and not Lord Voldemort“, she advised you and after a second of consideration, pulled you into a hug too. “Oh and don’t worry dear, all three of us in this room will remember what happened, no matter how everything might change, Professor Dumbledore made sure of that”, Professor Sprout added, and you were glad that they would remember, because honestly you didn’t want to be the only one left that did. After something exploded right outside her office, Professor McGonagall quickly took the timeturner into her hands and turned it a few times.

Before you could utter another word the world around you became blurry, and you clutched the letter tightly. Just as fast as the blurriness started it stopped and your eyes took a second to focus on your surroundings. When the office finally came back into focus Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout and Hermione were gone. Instead the room was arranged completely different, with furniture made from dark wood, and it was already dark outside, the room only being lit up by candles. At last your eyes fell onto Professor Dumbledore, who was sitting at a desk in the back of the room, a stunned expression on his face. You wiped away the last of your previously shed tears and silently made your way over to him. „P-Professor I have a…letter for you“, you stuttered, slightly overwhelmed with the situation. Dumbledore took the letter from your shaking hands, his face a little sceptical.

„Please have a seat Miss“, he gestured to the armchair infront of his desk. It’s not like you were awfully close to him in the future, but hearing his voice and seeing his face again (even if it was much younger) was not helping your overwhelmed situation. Although seeing him did give you some sense of security, because even if you travelled 50 years back in time, there was at least one familiar face. Professor Dumbledore seemed to be done with the letter and looked up at you with raised eyebrows.

„Miss Granger, is it?“, he asked with a gentle smile. You could only muster a nod, fidgeting in your seat. „My name is Professor Dumbledore, but seeing as you came here from the future I figure you might already know me“, he added slightly amused, which put you at ease, your shoulders losing some of their tension. „I do sir, it’s nice to see you again“, you finally mustered a smile, and regarding how your day has been going so far, that was a great victory.

„Miss Granger from what I have gathered you must have had a very exhausting time today“, he started gently, „so I plan to make this as quick as possible so you can head to bed. First things first, you should know that you landed in 1942, more precisely it is Friday the 4th of September. The term started on Tuesday, so we will get you sorted into a house with Headmaster Dippet in private. I can see you belong to Hufflepuff, but we still need to get you sorted again - just to not veer off the tale we are going to tell the school. Ah yes, the tale, Miss Granger here in 1942 you are the granddaughter of a dear friend of mine, who mournfully just passed away. And because until now she homeschooled you - and there are no other relatives of yours still alive - I decided to step in and enroll you here in Hogwarts.“

„But…Professor, I am muggleborn, how was my ’grandma‘ supposed to teach me magic?“, you timidly asked him. „Ah you caught me I knew I forgot something“, he smiled at you, „My future self did in fact write, that she is supposed to be your adoptive grandmother, you were orphaned at birth and luckily adopted by a witch. I do not expect anyone to inquire too much about this though, people tend to shy away from topics like that. Anyway, try to stick to this information to the best of your abilities and possibly try not to stick out too much, I can only guess how different the world is in 50 years time.“

„Okay sir, I’ll do my best“, you promised taking a deep breath. „I am sure you will“, he nodded his head, before getting out of his chair. „We need to go inform the headmaster now and get you sorted, but first we need to fix that uniform.“ Dumbledore pulled out his wand and with a quick movement of his hand, your torn and dirty Hufflepuff uniform transformed into a different one, a plain white blouse and a simple black dress with a pleated skirt. The tie around your neck changed from the yellow of your house to black, just like when you weren’t sorted yet back in first year. Your calves were clad in white kneehigh socks and your shoes changed into black sandals, which were closed off in the front.

„I am going to prepare a suitcase with everything you need and have it brought up to your dorm by tomorrow morning, but now we should really head to Professor Dippet“, Professor Dumbledore announced and made his way to the door of his office with you on his tail. Stepping over the threshold of the office and out into the corridor, you made your way into 1942.

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The sorting in Professor Dippets office went by quickly, he readily believed everything Dumbledore told him, expressing his sincerest condolences to you. You gotta admit, it was weird to be sorted again (and obviously the outcome was still Hufflepuff). Now Dumbledore was showing you to the Hufflepuff Commonroom where the Head of the house was supposed to be waiting for you. „We need to discuss your timetable tomorrow after breakfast Miss Granger“, Dumbledore told you with a slightly mischievous look in his eyes. „Of course Professor“, you answered while you two were rounding the corner to the corridor that held the entrance to the Commonroom.

Waiting infront of the barrels was a short heavy wizard. He was wearing yellow robes and had a mustache whose ends pointed upwards. He did kind off remind you of Professor Sprout to be honest, he was giving off the same friendly touch she had. „Ah hello! You must be Miss Granger if I’m not mistaken?“, he asked when his gaze caught you coming near.

„Yes I am sir“, you politely smiled at him and shook hands. „It’s very nice to meet you, I am Professor Hutton. I’m happy to have such a friendly addition to my house, I’m sure you’ll do great here!“, he introduced himself overly enthusiastic. „Thank you Professor “, you replied clasping our hands infront of you. „Thank you for accompanying her here Albus!“, Professor Hutton directed the word at Professor Dumbledore. „You are welcome Harvey, have a good night you two“, Dumbledore replied slightly nodding his head before turning around and leaving.

„So I am going to show you the Commonroom really quick before you go to bed, it really is late already! Miss Bones - a student you will be sharing a dorm with - should be already waiting for us“, Professor Hutton announced before knocking on the right barrel, and leading you into the deserted common room. It really did seem to be late already, the clock on the wall showed it was eleven thirty.

„Ah Miss Bones!“, the Professor said and lead you to the red headed girl that was getting up from one of the armchairs at your arrival. „Good evening Professor!“, she greeted him and then her eyes fell on you. This had to be Susan’s relative, and you had to admit they kind off did look alike. „Thank you for staying up so late! Please let me introduce you to (Y/N) Granger, she was just sorted into our house! Tragic story really, her grandmother just passed and she has no one else so Professor Dumbledore quickly enrolled her with us - he told me her grandmother was an old friend, yes yes“, Professor Hutton quickly recounted your supposed life story for the girl who smiled at you compassionately.

„It’s nice to meet you, I’m Edith. I’m really sorry about your grandmother“, she introduced herself and held out her hand for you to take. „Thank you, it’s nice to meet you too“, you shook her hand and gave her a smile. „Alright, yes, so Miss Granger this is the Hufflepuff Commonroom and the doors on the left and right lead to your dormitories“, Professor Hutton explained and gestured around the room, „Miss Bones I think it would be best to take Miss Granger to your dorm right now, it is in fact very late and we can discuss any necessary details tomorrow.“

„Alright Professor, have a good night!“, she waved as he left back through the entrance. „Well come on, I guess you are exhausted! I heard your day was really chaotic“, Edith showed you the way through the door to the girls dormitories and went into one more to the back. „Yes it certainly was, I’m just glad I can get some sleep now“, you said with a tired smile and saw that the curtains of the other beds were all drawn shut.

„That seems like a good idea, here this is your bed! If you want to I can wake you up tomorrow morning so we can go to breakfast together?“, Edith discarded her dressing gown before sitting on the bed right next to the one that she pointed at. On your bed was an old-fashioned nightgown out of white cotton. „That would be great thank you so much!“, you were happy that she seemed so nice, having to make new friends - as to not be totally alone - was another obstacle on this whole mission.

„Perfect! Good night then, if you need anything you can just wake me“, she got under the cover and after a „Thank you, good night!“ from you, she drew her curtains shut with a flick of her wand. You quickly discarded your new uniform and changed into the nightgown before handing the clothes over the back of the chair next to your bed. Finally you laid down on the bed and drew the curtains shut too. Eventhough this day was absolute insane, you were so exhausted that you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

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This chapter was more like the basics, but don’t worry Tom’s going to be in the next part already <3

#harrypotter #hogwarts #tom riddle #x reader #tom riddle x reader #voldemort #the dark lord #slytherin #soulmate!au #soulmates #soulmate #hermione #granger!reader #hufflepuff #hufflepuff reader #time travel #time turner

[werewolflupin7]

Wolfstar in au

Part 1 - Where the fuck I'm?

Sirius pov:

"Where are we going going, Monty?" A small boy recently escaped from his traumatizing family asked his best friend's father out of curiosity.

What the hell are we doing in the ministry? Well it isn't like that he hate wondering how large is the ministry is. He had read in his books his cousin Andy had gave him. He know that there are 10 levels here. And all 10 of them have different chambers and all which he didn't mind to read.

They were in the lift as they were going to 2nd level. Felamont turned looking at an adorable kid who raised with the worst parents any one can ever have with kindness and fatherly love which the young boy required. "We are going to report your summer with your parents to auror office, kiddo" he said.

"Okkay" Sirius said covering his vanurable emotions which he felt whenever he try to remember his last summer.

"You all right, Sirius?" Monty asked with genuine concern on his face but not pity, which made Sirius smile a little which might not reached his blue eyes.

"Yeah. Monty" he said, surprisingly louder and cheerfully than he intended.

"Ughh... I want to ask you something. Please try to understand it. Okkay?" Filament asked as he went out off lift following Sirius behind him. Not meeting his eyes as he knelt on front of him in the side.

"Okkay I guess" he was concern cause Monty knelt only when he really want something important to talk about.

"Well me and Effie want to adopt you as you know... your family and all are not good for you. And Effie and also me can't stand their ruthless behaviour towards you" he stated choosing some proper words to describe what he actually want.

None of them (Potters) can ever see their small kid in that condition ever again. They can do anything to save him from-

"Really?" Sirius asked out of excitement?, amusement?, relief?, or keeping him away from his house which was never gone to him? Felamont can't get it.

"Really. If you want to, of course" he said looking directly at his blue eyes "Please Sirius, we can't see you in that state ever again. You are as preicious as James is to us. You are also our kid. And we really want to adopt you. Not out of pittying but you know we have actual care for you"

Sirius can't understand how to feel about this . He really want to get adopted by James's parents. But-

He hug him. Tightly. Can't believe on his fortune. "I also want to be your son, legally" he said but his voice ruffled in his to be soon father's shirt as he was still hugging him.

They continued the walk towards aurors department as Monty filed about Sirius condition and he listened everything silently, replying questions they were asking while felamont continued.

"Well Felamont stay here as I want to talk about it little more so we can perform further things" he said to Monty, diverting his hazel eyes to Sirius he said " you can take a round of here if you want to only on this level"

Sirius nodded getting up from where he sat and walked out off the office and start wondering around the hall.

By the book Andy had given him, he start to wonder that where Brain Room might be and also Room of doors and other.

He get on the lift with some old wizards who were talking about someone stole one of the timeturner from ninth level.

At 7th level this old age wizards get off of the lift and Sirius continued his journey to 9th level. He entered in one door randomly and start to walk ahead. It was dark there and only blue light were coming from somewhere. He continued walking there and noticed that he was in the Room Of Doors. "Where the fuck I'm?" He muttered to himself. He noticed those black doors which lead to different departments of the ministry.

He continued walking ahead and opened another door. There were many selves something looking like machines on them. He wonder a round before picking one machine and noticing it properly.

The urge to press the button of it was more than going back to 2nd level and find Monty. Someone is coming, he can hear the footsteps of it as he try to put it back but unfortunately pressed the button of the machine and his head started to spin. It was hurting like his first flu-travel. He closed his eyes and was standing just there. Nothing happened? Really is he just there? His hand still holding that machine as he tried to figure out what the fuck just happend? Oh Merlin! What the fuck was that machine? Was it- no it can't be. No yes there's a room of it but he can't be on that room. He can't be in the Time Room. He can't just used..... TimeTurner.

Note : This is my first fanfic. I hope you'll like it please vote if you like it and there will be others part and I'll post as soon as I can l. There will be plot twist and a lot of things. Sirius black is in the Harry's era as a 5th year student!!

#where the fuck I'm #remus as professor and sirius as student #sirius black in harry's era #timeturner #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #ginny wealsey #professor×student #wolf×dog #marauders's era #marauders #harry potter in au #james potter #lily evans #regulus black #peter pettigrew #drarry #hinny #jily #jegulus #romione #remus×sirius

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Secret Relationship (6) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

2021 (ao3) - ALeeHolmes

Summary: Dan and Phil are on stage about to tell everyone about their secret relationship when...

all that kindred eyes can see (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Teachers Dan and Phil figure that they could quite easily keep their relationship secret while working at the same school. It's only for half a year after all. But the keen eyes of a trio of friends soon start to pick up on little hints and clues. It's a good thing the students mostly just want to admire their love and figure themselves out along the way.

anti-social (ao3) - silentdescant

Summary: “I literally can’t fathom wanting to be down there right now,” Dan says as he leans over the balcony to watch the pool party happening far below.

Dan Howell (ao3) - AlexLester98

Summary: Dan is 17 and pansexual. He has a secret boyfriend named Phil and a lesbian best friend named Kat. Everything seems perfect until prom night when both are hospitalised, after that everything goes to shit.

Grey Areas And Expectations (ao3) - celestialfics (orphan_account), danthrusts

Summary: When Mr. Howell and Mr. Lester both start their first years of teaching in America at the same time, the students notice their mutual British accents and immediately get to work snooping, observing, and theorizing. The curiosity of the students added to the constant “threat” of fellow teacher Ms. Christensen equals nothing short of a chaotic school year full of memes, plants, and maybe a little bit of needed privacy in the teachers’ lounge closet.

Happy Accident - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan is doing a live show and when he accidentally doesn’t end it, he ends up showing something that the viewers weren’t supposed to see.

I can't hide it anymore (ao3) - Justahumbletrashcan

Summary: Dan doesn't want to keep his relationship with Phil secret any longer.

Just one more thing (ao3) - HanBan

Summary: Dan and Phil have been dating for a year, but Dan is afraid to tell his parents. Of course, Phil is the understanding fluff we know, but things get awkward when Dan's parents invide them over for dinner....

Libertas Volandi (ao3) - Im_Innocent_I_Swear

Summary: Phil Lester hates his boarding school. He hates how he has no friends or how he always gets bullied. He hates getting laughed at by everyone, or getting called names. And he absolutely hates his new roommate. Dan Howell. It must've been some lousy trick from fate as the two absolutely despise each other. But now they have to share a room, they realise they actually have a lot in common! Phil now knows it was the best trick fate pulled on him yet as this Dan Howell guy, is not an asshole after all. He's not that mean, he's not a bully, he's not horrible. But he's also not human. The two boys fall in love, and Dan knows that he's not allowed to fall for a human. But how bad can it be? It's just a little fun. No one will die from a little fun like this... Right?

Make me (ao3) - Zhuletta

Summary: Phil Lester should know that if your enemy says ‘Shut up!’ you shouldn’t answer ‘Make me’. Pastel!Dan Punk!Phil High school AU

Music is my heart and soul (ao3) - Edgy_Trashbag

Summary: Okay I'm doing the song Fic thing where you put your music on shuffle and write oneshots based on the song. The first chapter is just the list and the chapters onward of that will be the one shots

Of Timeturners And Nifflers (ao3) - rainbowchristy

Summary: Inspired by @laurainlilac’s Hogwarts Professor Au tweets/art.

only for a season (ao3) - kay_okay

Summary: Dan takes a breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, cell phone clutched in his hand. They’ve only done this a handful of times, but when they’ve been thousands of miles apart, not a few feet, not when they’re actively trying to hide their relationship from an entire tour of people for two months. He shifts in bed, awake now but dream lingering behind, like if he concentrates hard enough he can still feel Phil’s hands on him.

He’s started it now, so at this point there’s really no turning back.

The Admiral's Birdcage (ao3) - QuietBubbles

Summary: Daniel, an orphaned ward, has never set foot outside the Great House at the top of the High Street. His guardian, the powerful Admiral Malock, grows ever more obsessed with him, and hatches a terrible plan to keep him by his side forever. With Daniel approaching his twenty-first birthday and longing to see the world, Malock will go to any lengths to keep him prisoner. But when Philip, a young clerk, discovers Daniel trapped in his birdcage, a secret friendship leads quickly to love. Though there is danger at every turn, Philip knows he has to set Daniel free… Alternative Victorian England. Old-fashioned romance, fluff, obsession, danger, and smut. Also a cute kitty! Enjoy!

Waking Up Naked (ao3) - phandoe

Summary: Dan wakes up next to Phil.

What He Wants (ao3) - bestelitecouple

Summary: Dan Howell always gets what he wants.

From the car he was given on his sixteenth birthday, to the job as president of the Drama Society in Year Ten, Dan has everyone wrapped around his finger. He likes to do things a very specific way, his way, and he’ll do anything to keep it that way. Even if it means fucking Phil Lester until his ass falls off in order to keep the auditorium for the Drama Society. At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself. (Or in which Dan and Phil are both presidents of different honors societies that have to share the school’s auditorium and work together for the production of the spring musical. Dan, being a brat, comes up with a dumb plan to get it back, which works fine, until his feelings come into the mix.)

Youth (ao3) - MaeTaurus

Summary: Dan and Phil go to Japan spur of the moment.

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[itsaliveblog]

Fourth Wing is EXTREMELY Dramione.

Why is this NOT the first thing anyone says about this book?? Like the vibes alone are unmistakable?!

Data under the cut

Castle with four quadrants that correspond directly to the hogwarts houses lol. Violet was training to be a ravenclaw and ended up with the conniving slytherins (arguably riders could be gryffindor but I think they’re the infantry). Hufflepuff healers obv.

She uses her smarts to do well in things she’s not adept in, relies in others to train her in this new world (older students being purebloods vs muggleborn).

Unusual hair that gets referenced all the time for no reason and love interest is obsessed with.

Older friend who’s buff and athletici and they haven’t seen each other in awhile(Dain=Krum imo)

Xaden is a dick with a permanent tattoo associating him with the Bad Guys (Dark Mark)

Character analogs: Sawyer=Ron, Rhiannon=Harry, Cedric=Liam, Ridoc=Seamus

They kiss against large stones (aka where Hermione decks Draco) and in the snow (aka where Draco gets “jealous” of Ron).

In general plot terms: a secret threat that the establishment is trying to hide/downplay.

Her power is a gold timeturner dragon lol

For fanfic hallmarks we have: every chapter a cliffhanger, some chapters randomly shorter than others (I can just FEEL the “sorry for the short chapter!!” author notes lol). Randomly introducing integral characters super late because you forgot to add them in early and can’t really edit already published chapters (Liam), randomly dropping established characters who are boring/unpopular (Sawyer)—both of which work in fanfic as these characters are pre-established and are more like set dressing than parts of the story.

Also I’m betting her nickname was either Danger, Painger, or Hurtmione lol.

#fanfic with the serial number filed off #like the shadows thing and quadrants could be Shadow and Bone but the characters have no viable analogs. They’re all bitchy children lol #tattoos are definitely acotar-ish but too childish to be azriel/oc or even rysand/oc #if it didn’t start as dramione i will eat my flight leathers #did I hate it?? idk lol #I do wonder if this started as hippogriff riders or if the gryffons were the hippogriffs and they were dragons all along

[overthetopmountsllcnv]

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[petrifyhq]

can you talk a little more about the politics of both factions? what is the public perception when it comes to the order and the knights?

absolutely! the knights are an open secret of a secret society; think one of the final clubs at a school like harvard. they’re highly exclusive and the inner workings of the group aren’t known to the broad public, but the members aren’t necessarily a secret. if people care to keep track of who the knights are, they can do so pretty easily. 

the knights have been around since tom riddle died and his followers formed a group of their own, and since then the organization has been used as a networking society for purebloods. having an in with the knights allows for career mobility, family alliances, and power acquisition post-hogwarts. the knights’ generally believe purebloods are better than people of other blood statuses, but in a passive way. there’s no real malice in what they do. they want to hold all the power because they have always held all the power, so who else could better run the world than them? 

you’re liable to see some people in this world wrinkle their nose at how many high-ranking ministry officials have knights’ marks, or have siblings or parents who were knights. important positions at various entities in the wixen world (like gringotts, the prophet, and the WWN) are likewise usually held by those with an in with the knights. non political half-bloods or ‘lower level’ purebloods might not be aware of this, since the policies enacted by this status quo wouldn’t impact them too much. this is a world without war and without a movement to exterminate muggleborns, so how much this bothers people can be a character-by-character thing! 

conversely, the order are a pretty recent organization, having only formed a few years ago when dumbledore stepped down as headmaster following his return from timeturner shenanigans. they’re a pseudo political organization — they don’t have a strong foothold in the ministry (yet!) due to how most of it is run by members of the knights, but dumbledore still holds a lot of sway in wixen society so they’re not without any power at all. 

most of their work to date involves hosting town-hall type events where they invite all people who are interested to come hear people advocate for blood equality. members who are still students likely hold meetings of their own at hogwarts, despite not being an official school-sanctioned club. they pass out leaflets, post up infographics. they organize rallies for blood equality and boycotts for businesses known to discriminate against non-purebloods. blood equality has, for the most part, not been much of an issue. again, this is a world where no one is trying to get rid of muggleborns! they’re still considered a valid part of wixen society, even if purebloods look down on them, so the movement has only really taken off since dumbledore’s return from a time when things were far more dire for muggleborns.

the order are not a secret society. whether members keep their order status a secret is up to them, since there is a sliding scale of involvement; someone who only helps write leaflets and participates in boycotts is less public than someone who attends rallies and hands those leaflets out. those knights members high up in the ministry probably don’t even consider them a threat. being a member of the order is seen by them as being in one of those environmental groups who hang around sidewalks asking for signatures. it’s seen as nice that they believe in their case, but also seen as silly that they believe they’re doing anything. 

I know this ended up being a whole essay, so please feel free to reach back out with any further questions! I’d be happy to get more specific if you need anything else. 

#answered. #faq. #marauders rp #hp rp #harry potter rp #marauders era rp #marauders rpg

[lifeofkaze]

Now that I finally got a real life face claim (instead of a gaming character 🙈) for my other MC Ava Campbell, I want to start on her and Charlie’s story so bad.

This is escalating.

SOMEBODY MAKE ME STOP

#L writes #kinda all at once? #wtf is happening #maybe finish one thing first? maybe? #where can I get that timeturner thing #all the wips #pls send help

[inbetweenhours]

braindead and thinking of karlnapity but hogarts au

obviously Sap is gryffindor and Quackity is slytherin. I’m not really sure for Karl since i see people typically putting him to Hufflepuff but honestly i think a ravenclaw case could be made for him.

Sapnap is a pureblood (i think the whole dteam is pureblood in theory and tehy grew up together). Bad the dad is a teacher of something i dont care enough to think about rn i just want to include him. Skeppy too but again idk.

Q for halfblood maybe? idk if halfbood is the term in this senario because idk if i think he’s necessarily half human, but i think he should have some magical creature blood in him like a harpy or something cus of course i do. 

Karl is muggleborn methinks because i think the idea of his having very potent magic abilities and scaring the fuck out of his human parents is funny and on brand. Alternatively halfblood with one magical parent masquerading as human would be cool. I hc humanized Inbetween and otherside ocs as his mosm regularly so that could factor in fun. Another alternative is halfblood/pureblood Karl who was raised by his muggle parent/ adopted by muggle parents for one reason or another. I think maybe at some point ofr plot reasons he gets cursed and it gives him memory issues. That or someone, like a parent or someone vital, repeatedly uses the obliviate charm on him for reasons and it’s starting to really affect him long term. Maybe if i go with halfblood where one parent is pretending to be a muggle its like, they have completely integrated to muggle society and are obliviating karl and their partner when weid magic shit happens up until Karl knows he is magic and needs to be sent off at which point maybe the parent is hiding something/ still working in the wizarding world but in a way that is either illegal or otherwise secretive and Karl is just too curious for their own good and keeps getting obliviated when he uncovers his parent’s work. Give the guy a timeturning maybe to further fuck things up who knows

whole as karl plot aside Sapnap plays quidditch obviously. Totally signed up for the tri wizard tournament (though idk if he actually got picked). idk some funky stuff can happen! 

idk gimmie thoughts i kinda like the brain puzzle of this au

#karlnapity #karl jacobs #sapnap #quackity #hogwarts au #dsmp #hourspost

[writingsofspn]

Innocent - Remus Lupin x Reader

Remus and Y/N are old friends and old lovers, turned astray. They meet again, both teaching at Hogwarts - and are reunited with an old friend.

Y/N = Your Name

This fic is gender neutral:)

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You knocked on Remus’s door lightly, expecting his voice to grant you access to his office so you could talk to him about what had been playing on your mind all week - all year, in fact.

‘Remus?’

There was no reply. You knocked a bit harder again and waited a few seconds before you slowly opened the door.

Chaos. As per usual.

A smile graced your lips looking at his messy, disorderly office. Everything had a place though, you knew that. You looked at his desk and saw a very familiar piece of parchment laying there. You audibly gasped. The parchement unlocked a memory you forgot you had. You moved forward and lightly brushed your hands across the worn face of the paper, your memory doing dances in your head. You took your wand from your pocket and said the all-too familiar words and the parchment lit up. Your eyes scanned the expanse of paper until you found the name you were looking for, and what you saw absolutely floored you.

Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. Together.

Your mouth opened and you rushed from the office, making your way to the willow as quickly as you could. You touched the knot and crawled through the tunnels you knew too well until you reached the shack, and listened out for voices. You could hear murmers from the closest bedroom and you snuck up to the door, careful not to any make noise. You peaked through the crack in the door and saw three of your students, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley - you rolled your eyes, always the three of them. There were two voices that distinctly belonged to two men who were once very important to you, one in particular.

You listened as Remus told the story of his time at Hogwarts, and about what headmaster Dumbledore had done for him during his time there. You thought about Hogwarts and the time you had there, along with Remus, Sirius, Peter and...James. You lowered your head, deciding to open the door and show yourself. The door creaked and all five heads turned your way. Sirius raised his wand quickly but lowered it as soon as he saw your face, a glimpse of a smile shadowing his face.

‘Y/N.’ He said so simply, yet so emotionally.

A surge of emotions you didn’t expect hit you with a full force, and you moved forward to embrace Sirius in a long-awaited hug. You caught Remus’s eye over Sirius’s shoulder and he gave you a kurt nod, his gentle eyes telling you everything you needed to know - Sirius was innocent.

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‘He’s innocent, Remus. I know it.’ You shouted, your hands throwing themselves around in exasperation.

‘Y/N please don’t take sides. I don’t want to believe it either, and I never thought anything like this would happen but it has and I can’t see any other explanation. We’re going to have to believe it, because how else would...he have found Lily and James?’ Remus replied, clearly upset. He was confused, even more so than you. Sirius was his closest friend, aside from James, and he didn’t know what to think.

‘What about Harry? What is he going to do now? We can’t leave him with Lily’s sister, she’s bloody awful. We need to take him in, Remus. We can’t leave him.’ You changed the subject, trying to take your mind off Remus’s incredible narrow-mindedness at Sirius.

‘Y/N, you know he’ll be better off with that family. They legally have rights to him, and we don’t. The only other person with legal rights to Harry is...Sirius.’ Remus reasoned, and this only infuriated you further.

‘For Merlin’s sake, Remus. How can you be so bloody narrow-minded? You KNOW it wasn’t Sirius who did this, I know you do. How could it be? Lily, James and Harry meant more to him than life itself. Could you just open yourself to the possibility it wasn’t him?’ You shouted, on the verge of crying. You got upset when you were angry, it was natural.

‘Y/N. It was Sirius. How could it be anyone else?’

He stunned you silent for moment. How could he believe your best friend, Sirius Black, would ever do such a thing as to betray you and your friends like this?

‘I know you don’t mean that, Rem. You’re just emotional. You can’t mean that.’ You shook your head.

He folded his arms and stared at his shoes.

‘I...I can’t be here if you’re going to think like that.’ You said, taking a few steps back from him. You took a deep breath in to try and stop your tears falling. Remus looked angry, and he looked down and brushed a hand down his face.

‘Then go.’

Those three words hit you like a truck. You swayed on the spot, dumbfounded. You stared at each other for a few moments, but it felt like hours. Flashes of the morning sun spread across your entwined hands, laughs as you twirled round the common room to cheesy music he’d found at the second-hand shop and kisses stolen behind closed doors and when no one was looking crossed your mind. You felt as if the wind had been knocked from your chest, and a seething rage filled it instead. He moved towards you, seemingly sympathetic.

Fuck.

You moved away from him sharply and marched upstairs, throwing as many of your belongings you could find into a bag. Remus didn’t attempt to stop you, but simply waited at the top of the stairs until you were satisfied you had everything you needed. You pushed past him in a blurry, enraged manor. You heard him follow you down the stairs, and stop when he saw your hand hovering over the doorknob.

‘Y/N, we can fix...’

‘Come back to me when you realise the truth.’ You flung the door open and slammed it behind you. He made no attempt to follow you, and you cried as you made your way further down the street, hearing no noise behind you.

That was the last time you saw him, until he turned up at Hogwarts at the beginning of the year, well over a decade later.

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‘Sirius. I never believed it was you. Please. I tried. I really tried to prove it wasn’t you. Please believe me.’ You muttered into his shoulder, holding your old friend tight.

‘It’s okay Y/N, Remus has told me what you have done. It’s okay.’ He said softly, moving away and running a finger across your cheek.

‘You’re in on this too?’ Harry croaked, turning to look at Ron and Hermione; a look of shock across all three of their faces.

‘Harry, let us explain. Please.’

You told him everything that had happened. About your time at Hogwarts with his mother and father, and about the consequences of that fateful night at Godric’s Hollow. Sirius interjected at points with his thoughts, as did Remus. Finally, you moved to Peter.

‘But what’s my rat got to do with anything?’ Ron said rather agitatedly, said rat squealing and writhing in his hands.

‘Because Ron, your rat is not a rat. He is a human, and a wizard. And he goes by the name Peter Pettigrew.’ Remus said gently, pointing to the rat.

After some heavy convincing, Ron gave the rat over and you performed a spell to return Peter to his snivelling human form and get what he deserved.

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You sat inside the castle, watching the night sky move along from your office with the old window wide open as you let the smell of the summer night drift through. You cast an eye to the moon, a familiar movement that had become habit over the years. You watched the tiny sliver of the moon cast it’s bright light over the grounds of the school, and your mind became encompassed with the events of the previous night. Harry and Hermione had told Remus and yourself what they had done, about the timeturner and letting Sirius go. To say you were relieved was an understatement, but anger and guilt still hung over you as you thought about Peter Pettigrew still walking free while Sirius was forced into hiding.

‘It’s a fine night, is it not?’

Remus spoke behind you. You jumped slightly, not having heard him enter. You looked in his direction, taking in the man you’d missed so dearly. He looked tired and worn down, much older since the last time you’d seen him. His clothes were worn, and you noticed new scars littered across his face and neck. Your heart ached still, even after what had happened. You remained silent and stared at the floor, not really sure what to say.

‘Are you alright?’ You decided to ask. You’d been apart for many years, but your concern for the man you still loved remained ever-present.

‘I’m just glad no one was hurt.’ He replied sullenly. You watched as he shuffled his feet, crossing his arms and looking everywhere but where you sat. A few moments passed, the silence engulfing the both of you to the point it became unbearable.

‘Did you want anything, Rem?’ You winced at the nickname that hadn’t left your mouth in years. You felt guilt after you said that, feeling as though you came across cold. You didn’t want that, in fact you wanted anything but that. You got up and moved to the front of your desk, perching on the top and crossing your ankles and keeping your eyes firmly trained on the floor. You’d faltered, not knowing whether to excuse yourself or remain silent. However, he decided for you.

‘I wanted to say that I’m sorry.’

You froze, not expecting those words to hit your ears. You remained staring at the floor, not really knowing where to start. You saw his feet move closer and you lifted your head to look at him.

‘Don’t be sorry, you didn’t have any control over what happened last night-’ You started, but was soon interrupted.

‘I didn’t mean last night, Y/N. I meant I’m sorry for what happened since the moment you walked out of our door 14 years ago.’ He put a hand on your desk, fingers inches away from touching yours.

‘Oh.’

‘What happened 14 years ago was perhaps the moment I’ve regretted most in my life. I let what we had go because I couldn’t see past my own mind at the possibilities. You have no idea how many times I’ve written letters to you and summoned an owl, only to throw it away; especially when I heard you had started teaching at the school.’ He recoiled his hand, putting both into his pockets as he spoke, doing that thing he’s always done when he’s nervous.

You watched him for a few seconds, biting the skin on your bottom lip, unsure of what to say. In that moment, it all became so clear. You’d lost 14 years with the man you’d loved most because you’d both been so stubborn minded and stupid.

‘I’m sorry I left, Remus. I’m sorry I never wrote to you, or came to find you. I’m sorry I left.’ You blurted, your tongue seemingly taking over for you. Your cheeks went red, and you sat up a bit straighter in anticipation of his reaction. However, he remained still and silent. You carefully studied his face, looking for a hint of how he was feeling. He lifted his eyes and a warm smile spread across his worn face. You moved forward and put your arms around his shoulders and hands behind his head, fingers weaving into the greying hair at his neck. His arms encircled your waist and you felt him inhale deeply. You shut eyes momentarily, taking in a feeling you hadn’t felt for a long time - love. True, innocent, desperate love.

You pulled away first, looking at his face and tracing your finger gently across the new scars you’d never seen before. He stopped your hand, taking it in his and pressing a small kiss to your palm. You made eye contact and in that moment, you knew you had him back - and this time, you weren’t letting him go.

#Remus lupin #professor lupin #david thewlis #Harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #Remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x y/n #professor lupin x reader #lupin #lupin x reader #maurauders era #maurauders #andrew garfield #maurauders fan cast #golden trio #fanfiction #harry potter world #fantastic beasts #fbawtft #draco malfoy #hermione granger #professor Remus Lupin #hp #Harry Potter imagine #harry potter fanfic #fic #professor x reader

[missdawnandherdusk]

A Silent Night

Hufflepuff!Reader X Draco

Am I allowed to look at her like that? Could it be wrong When she's just so nice to look at?

I'd never tell No, I'd never say a word And oh, it aches But it feels oddly good to hurt

Chapter One     Chapter Two    Chapter Three

Summary: Winter break promises soft moments in the snow and laughter... or does it? There’s a darkness looming ahead and it’s harder to escape now than ever before. It doesn’t help at all with how you two feel about another.

A/N: Alright! Y’all told me to follow my heart so here’s about 7k words of a winter holiday that has fluff and angst. Also She by Dodie was on repeat as I wrote this (the lyrics are above). If you’re like me and need music to read, give that song a shot. Also I 100% stan Narcissa in this chapter. There were a lot more cute moments I wanted to add, and rewrote a lot of this, so if you want a headcanon list of things that were going to happen let me know! (Welcome to Christmas in the middle of the summer)

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Miss Y/n,

It delights me that you have invited us to your home for the holiday. Draco speaks adamantly about you whenever his father is not around. I must apologize for having him keep you from his father’s knowledge. I know it pains him to have to keep you hidden, but I fear at the moment it is for the best.

I must thank you for your understanding and kindness. The burden that he bears is steep and I wish nothing more to see him through it and to keep him safe. You have taken years off of his eyes and heart and now I can begin see my young son shining through.

Draco and I will accompany you for the holiday. Lucius will be away all of the winter holiday and I feel as if it would do Draco some good to see you as it aided him over the summer holiday. I have written a letter to your mother as well, so she is aware. Draco will arrive in the morning of the 24th and I shall join him later in the evening for dinner.

You are a bright and wonderful young wizard with a heart so pure to see what I see in my son. The same thing that keeps us both fighting for him. Thank you for everything you have given. I am in your debt for bringing back my son even for a little while.

Narcissa Malfoy

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I read the letter again as I sat in bed late at night. Tomorrow would be the day that Draco came for Christmas and butterflies had a permanent residence in my chest. I put the energy to good use and spent the few days scrubbing the entire house top to bottom and decorating every square inch. Mother taught me a few new cleaning spells to use and I was getting pretty good at them.

The morning came and I was up before the sun making sure that everything was perfect for when Draco would get here. Not that I thought he would judge me for anything out of place, but I had a sinking feeling that he hadn’t had a proper Christmas in a while, and I wanted things to be almost perfect if not completely.

Keeping myself busy with peeling and cutting apples for a pie, I heard the doorbell ring and almost tripped on my way to opening it.

Draco was there, an amused smile on his face as his eyes darted over my form.

“Hi,” I breathed out, grinning.

“Hello,” His expression was amused and his voice quiet. “Nice apron,”

I flushed, remembering I donned my grandmothers cooking apron that had tiny little snitches buzzing about the fabric.

It wasn’t fair that he looked so angelic on my front porch, almost at home among the snow. He was a bit more formal than I was used to seeing him: a blazer and turtleneck all in dark colors. It only enhanced the contrast of his pale features and the snow. I led him inside, closing the door. Shedding his jacket and setting down his bag, he followed me to the kitchen where I continued to chop apples. He took one, unpeeled from my pile and took a bite.

“Those are mine,” I baited. “Now you have to help,” As if it were the only option.

“Oh, I do? Do I?” He smirked, taking another bite and grabbing a knife.

He watched me for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure what to do before he began to slice the apples the way I did, narrowly missing his fingers a few times. I tried hard not to laugh as I finished chopping up two to his half of one.

It earned me a small pout from him. Laughing this time, I pecked his cheek and took our harvest and a large bowl filled with the rest of the filling ingredients and tossed them in, mixing them with my hands until they were all incorporated evenly. Draco studied me all the while.

“Can you hand me a pie crust from the fridge?” I asked, rinsing my hands. Frowning at the refrigerator he opened it and scanned the shelves.

“Middle shelf, blue ceramic,” I hinted.

He pulled the right dish out and set it on the counter. I lifted the bowl of filling and started to pan it into the doughy crust.

“Here,” I nudged him and nodded to the precut strips of dough on the counter. “We weave them to make a lattice.”

I showed him how to do the first few then left him to it, watching his slender fingers with such care create the woven pattern. Taking a fork, I pressed down the sides of the dough, sealing them then placing the pie in the fridge to be baked later.

“I think that was the most muggle thing I’ve ever done,” he muttered softly, pulling me into his arms properly for the first time since he arrived.

“Not too bad I hope?”

“Nothing unbearable,” he teased.

“Oh, Draco,” my mother greeted making us jump apart. “I didn’t hear you come in darling,”

“Mrs. Y/l/n,” Draco greeted politely.

“It’s so nice of you to join us. Y/n has hardly been able to keep quiet about your arrival,”

I flushed red and rolled my eyes nonchalantly and Draco chuckled, offering his hand for my mother to shake.

“Thank you for the invitation,” I recognized the tone he use: the same one that was present at the Ball from the summer, the one he used when he had someone to impress.

“None of that, really,” My mother scoffed pulling him into a hug that made me laugh. “You’re family here,” She insisted the turned to me. “Well cookies still need to be made before tonight, Y/n you know what to do. I’ll be out for a bit,” my mother gave me a hug before hurrying out the door.

“Cookies?” Draco mused sounding unsure.

I grinned and took out the ingredients to make sugar cookies from scratch and taught Draco how to make them. He padded around my small kitchen in cashmere socks. It warmed my heart to see him so domestic.

Rolling out the dough, I started to press the cookie cutters into the thin confectionary and Draco crowded next to me, taking another cutter and stamping the dough. Preheating the oven, I left him to cut out the little shapes as I began to work on peeling potatoes and sweet potatoes.

“Don’t you have house elves?” He asked, leaning against the counter, finishing his apple, watching me.

“No,” I spoke softly. “Father never liked the notion, and I guess mother kept it that way...” I took a breath in. “And these skills aren’t the worst things to know,” I smiled. “Will you start dicing these?” I gestured to the peeled potatoes with my peeler.

“I suppose,” He mused, picking up the same knife we had used for apples and began to cut the potatoes into small cubes.

When the oven went off, I got up and slipped as many trays of cookies as I could into the oven and set the timer. Throwing the cubed potatoes into a pot, I filled it with water about half-way and set it on the stove to boil.

Draco followed me around the kitchen all morning, helping where he could, confused about some things I did, but there was an explanation for everything. Around lunchtime my mother returned, arms filled with parcels and packages. Last minute shopping I supposed. She shooed us out of the kitchen and outside after lunch.

After a short argument—I didn’t see a need for things like gloves, a scarf or a beanie, but Draco put his foot down and bundled me up—Draco and I were both clad in winter gear and walking outside along the few acres that my mother and I shared together. Our hands intertwined; we didn’t speak much, just enjoyed the quiet moment together. The butterflies in my chest fluttered happily.

“Want to let Pinnae fly?” He asked, thoughtful.

“Maybe later,” I leaned against him. “Don’t wanna fly when you’re still on the ground,”

I caught his eyeroll in the corner of my vision and the redness on his cheeks darken slightly.

“My mother is quiet taken with you; you know.” Draco gave off-hand.

I hummed in acknowledgement thinking of the letter sitting on my bedside table. We meandered around the grounds, heading back to the front porch and inside to warm up.

“Reading anything riveting?” Draco teased as we curled up in the den by the fire.

I laughed softly and stood, taking his hand. I ignored his questioning and led him to the room adjacent from mine: my studio. The entire back wall was covered in floor to ceiling bookshelves holding all of the books, both muggle and wizarding, I had collected over the years.

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Draco stared at the wall of books and trinkets. Some he recognized: old textbooks from prior years and items like a Sneakscope and Timeturner. Some things were clearly muggle: the pictures that didn’t move or the snow-globes that weren’t enchanted.

He had never seen so many muggle books resting so peacefully next to wizarding books. Some were new and the gold leaf still shined at him whereas others were dull and faded and he could barely make out the titles. Carefully he ran his fingers over the spine of the nearest book.

“Pride and Prejudice?” He muttered, frowning looking at the cluster of Jane Austen books.

“Sense and Sensibility is better,” You mumbled, and his eyes flickered to the well-worn book beside its sister. “And it’s too complicated for me to try and pay attention to right now. Get out of Jane Austen,” You advised, pulling him a bit further down.

“Of Mice and Men?” He mused, looking at the smaller book that was also well worn. 

“Ugh,” You scoffed. “Awful ending.”

“Then why are you keeping it?” He gave you a pointed look.

“Not all books have happy endings, it would be stupid to only keep the ones that did,” You whispered softly.

His eyes followed the names of the books not being able to distinguish one from another— Animal Farm, The Princess Bride, Catcher in the Rye, Lord of the Flies, The Great Gatsby, The Scarlett Letter, The Crucible, The Phantom of the Opera, Fahrenheit 451. His eyes passed over your Chronicles of Narnia collection, one book missing—the one that he had.

“Romeo and Juliet?” His eyebrows furrowed.

The name was familiar to him for some reason. The book nested between Taming of the Shrew and Macbeth.

A laugh bubbled through your lips, a quiet amused sound.

“That’s worse than Pride and Prejudice,” You giggled. “Have you ever read Shakespeare?”

His eyes flashed to yours. You knew that answer. No, of course he hadn’t. Rolling your eyes, you took the book of the shelf and flipped to a random page of the wellworn book.

“Tis but thy name that is my enemy;

Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. 

What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, 

Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part 

Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! 

What's in a name? that which we call a rose 

By any other name would smell as sweet;”

You looked at him and he blinked, his mind unravelling the words. It was almost worse than Divination books.

“They’re plays,” You explained. “Takes a lot of studying and there are versions that have a bit more updated English, but well,” You shrugged and slipped the book back into its place.

“Are they all like that?” He asked, looking at the row of Shakespeare books.

“Pretty much,” You sighed. “Here,” You reached across him and next to your Austen books, pulled out a book. “This should be a good book to read.”

“A Christmas Carol?” He read the title off the faded cover.

“It’s a classic,” You took his hand again and he let you lead him downstairs and back to the small sitting room with the lit fire and curled up on the couch under an afghan.

You began to read A Christmas Carol, and again he was lost in your words and expressions:

“Marely was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge’s name was good upon ’Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to.

Old Marley was as dead as a doornail.

Mind! I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a doornail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a doornail”

Just as you began to read of the first ghost that came to Scrooge on Christmas Eve, your mother came into the small den.

“Y/n, Draco’s mother will be here within the hour, you need to get ready,” She eyed your casual attire of jeans and an oversized sweater.

You huffed and handed Draco the book, he kept the page and watched you head upstairs, sulking only slightly. It was such a you thing to do—complaining about being taken away from your book and forced to prepare to socialize.

Your mother hovered in the den and took a seat at the armchair adjacent to the sofa he resided on. He tensed, ready for backlash against the something he must have done wrong, but an amused smile reached your mother’s lips—one that he had seen on you more than a fair share of times. You didn’t look much like your mother, the only thing Draco found was that you two shared the same smile.

“I have to thank you Draco,” She spoke softly. “She is my entire world since her father passed, and I always feared that she would never let herself open up. You have done her a lot of good, and I know that her father would approve of you,” There was your smile on her lips again.

“I must thank you as well,” Draco spoke in the same soft manor. “For allowing her to be with me and for Pinnae. I know she probably would have found a way to do it anyway, but it means the world to her to have your support, as it does to me,” His eyes met the same shade as your eyes as he looked up—another similarity. “And I must apologize for the last month of summer. I thought I was keeping her safe by keeping her away,”

“All is forgiven, darling,” The pet name on your mother’s lips reminded him of his own mother’s habit. “Merlin knows I’ve tried to keep her from things to keep her safe... but she has a way of finding herself there anyway,”

“She is stubborn like that,” Draco mused, thinking of the first night that he knew of your Animagus.

“Yes, she is,” Your mother sighed.

“Is she staying healthy?” He asked. “I know she has a habit of not keeping warm,” 

Your mother mulled over the question then spoke.

“The winter has been affecting her more than before, she’s up half the night and sleeps half the day.” There was a soft sigh in her voice as worry blossomed in Draco’s chest at the new information. “She’s getting enough sleep and enough to eat, but I do worry about her. Ever since the change, she’s a bit more spontaneous in her sleeping habits.” The latter information pacified some of his worry.

“It’ll probably take some time for her to figure out,” He said mostly for his benefit. “But she won’t be alone in doing so,” He vowed.

“I know,” Your mother rose, smiling at him once more. “She might not have many friends, but the ones she does have are the most loyal I’ve ever seen,”

He nodded, thinking of Abby and even Pansy.

There was a chime from in the house and your mother rose heading to the foyer. Draco knew that it would be his mother at the door and stood as well. Greetings were made and just as your mother was about to call up to you, you descended the stairs, in a deep green dress he had never seen before. The fabric hugged you to your waist where it then flowed loosely to you knees. The long sleeves and high collar gave him comfort that you would be warm. The sheer black stockings you had paired with the dress seconded that comfort.

Draco gaped at you, deciding that he loved you in green. The night of the summer ball flashed in his mind and the green dress you wore then. He knew that it was stupid to give into house colors with you but Merlin you looked great in Slytherin colors.

“Mrs. Malfoy,” You greeted with the same decorum as the Ball.

“Miss Y/n,” His mother smiled. “It has been too long my dear,”

You flushed and looked down, coming to stand beside him, your hand slipping into his as your mother led the lot of you all into the dining room. It was just as immaculately decorated as the rest of the house, though nothing was overdone or gaudy. It was simple, classy.

Your mother must have taken over cooking to allow you to spend the rest of the day with him, explaining the heavenly smells that emitted from the kitchen all day. There was something different about the food at your home. It was a bit messy and not all of the dishes matched and not everything was perfect, but Draco almost preferred it that way. He had spent too long in perfection; it was nice to have something new.

His mother spoke respectfully to you, asking you about your classes this year and how they had gone. A few times he had to nudge you before you slipped up about Pinnae accidently. Draco would never get over how much his mother absolutely adored you. You had stolen into her heart the same way you had his. If only you could do the same with his father.

As dinner ended, you rose to clear the table, and he joined you, having never done such a thing in his life. You set things carefully on the clean counters of the kitchen and it only took a few trips to rid the table of dinner and replace it with dessert.

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I kept my eye on Draco all throughout dinner, worried that something might go wrong. Narcissa proved to be no trouble and his father was never in the topic of discussion. I still knew that Draco missed his father the same way that I missed mine on the holidays.

“Well, I must thank you for your hospitality, but I’m afraid I must be off now,” Narcissa rose gracefully with a kind smile. “Draco, be home before too long yes?”

Draco gave a curt nod as my mother saw Narcissa to the door. Draco slumped beside me, both of our facades falling.

“Well, that could have been worse,” I mused.

He chuckled and rubbed his face. I could see the weariness in his features.

“Dray?” I asked softly.

“When did everything get so complicated?” He mumbled.

I sighed and laid my head on his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and wrapped an arm around me.

“At least there’s presents? And Christmas? And us?” I offered. He hummed in acknowledgment.

Now that it was the Christmas season, I could officially watch The Sound of Music—a Christmas classic at home.

Draco studied me as I set up the DVR and hit play, curling up beside him on the couch. Since it was winter, the sun had set some time ago, leaving us in a soft darkness. The credits began to roll, and I laid my head on Draco’s shoulder, curling under an afghan.

“This is ridiculous,” He muttered halfway through.

I shushed him. I felt him sigh as his arm draped around my shoulders.

“Are you two ready?” My mother asked, coming in with three mugs.

“Ready?” Draco murmured in my ear as I sat up.

“Presents?” I grinned. “We do them on Christmas Eve, it’s our tradition. Then we undecorate on Christmas Day.”

“What?”

“Her father always insisted that as soon as Christmas is over all the decorations should come down. So, we take them down tomorrow.” My mother explained, handing us both mugs.

With the parcels covered in shiny paper distributed, I watched Draco marvel at the number of gifts in his lap. I nudged his shoulder letting him know that it was alright to start.

I started with my mother’s present to me—a new cloak that was a silvery white, matching Pinnae’s feathers. I thanked her and undid the recognizable paper from Abby’s gift. It was a leather-bound photo album. Frowning, I opened the cover and saw Abby and I as little kids dressed up as princesses. I smiled at the photo and ran my hand over the giggling girls. I looked over to Draco, wanting to show him and I paused; he was lost deep in the delicate pages of my gift to him: the entire Narnia collection in one leather bound book.

“It’s charmed,” I explained softly. “If it’s not me or you to open the book it reverts to an old book of spells,”

“Really?” He sounded surprised, not looking up from the carpet pages of finely detailed artwork. 

“Mom helped me with the magic,” I stole a glance her way and she was beaming at us.

She stood quietly and gave me a look, leaving us alone in the den to have a few last moments alone.

“You mean you didn’t read me the first book?” He muttered.

“Well, you walked in on me reading the second one,” I poked his side. “Here, this is from Abby,” I placed the photo album between us.

I opened the first page and he laughed at the picture of Abby and I. “You were such a dorky kid,” He chuckled.

“Yeah well,” I rolled my eyes.

The next page was our first day at Hogwarts, my hair was still impossibly long as Abby and I sat together on the Hogwarts Express. I laughed and pointed out Draco sulking in the background of the photo.

“Creep,” I teased.

The photos were a mix of muggle and magic, some moving, some static. Abby and I through the years: getting sorted into Hufflepuff, Christmases, summer vacations. Then there was a page that didn’t hold a photo, but a note:

From Ernie, Blaise, Hannah, Emme, Pansy and me~

The next page held a photo Draco and I at the third task, sitting in the stands. I felt secondhand awkwardness from the two of us in the photo. It was minutes before my entire world ended... or had just begun. The next photo was two of us in the hospital wing, fast asleep in each other’s arms. I ran my fingers over the photo.

Draco took the book from my hands and studied the photos, drawing the album closer to his face. I looked over his shoulder as he slowly flipped through the pages. Each of them was dated and titled:

Draco chasing off after Y/n, Yule Ball, June 21st

Draco and Y/n, Yule Ball, June 21st

Hogwarts Express, Draco and Y/n are prefects, Sept 1st

Draco staring at Y/n and smiling, Sept 13th

Draco and Y/n walking down the hall Sept 19th

Hogsmeade Trip, Oct 5th

Halloween, Hufflepuff Common Room, Oct 31st

Gryffindor v Slytherin Quidditch match, Nov 2nd

Draco fighting Harry, Nov 2nd

Y/n worrying over Draco after the fight, Nov 2nd

Draco and Y/n sleeping together again, Nov 3rd

Late night studying, Dec 12th

Draco and Pinnae, Dec 18th

There was another note at end along with the picture of the four of us the day Pansy found out about Pinnae in the snow:

Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn on the light.

Tears well in my eyes as I rested my chin on Draco’s shoulder. He flipped a few pages back and untucked the photo of us sleeping together in the hospital wing. His slender fingers brushed over it before slipping it into the middle of his new book.

“That’s mine,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his neck softly.

“Not anymore,” He smiled. “You have good friends,”

“We have good friends,” I corrected him softly, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“We do,” He shifted, closing the book and setting it with his before reaching into his coat and pulling out a small satin box. “This is from me,”

I stared at the box and with a shaking hand I took it, thumbing it open. Inside was a small locket with a shifting roaring lion engraved onto the front of it and familiar words onto the back:

“He isn’t safe, but he is good,” was written in a delicate script.

“Draco, I can’t take this,” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes at the emotions that rushed in my chest at the thought and love he put into the small gift.

“You can,” He pressed. “And will. Here,” He took it from my hands and released the locking mechanism.

A scene sprung to life before me, a halo of light. Balanced on top was a forest with dancing fawns and dwarves and centaurs around a bonfire. Lyre and flute music radiated from the scene. The sight shifted to a lion roaring atop a broken stone table. Then to a familiar ship on the high seas with a dragon circling it. A battle between a man and a snake in front of a silver chair. Then again, a lion, standing tall, proud.

“Draco,” I whimpered out, closing the locket and throwing my arms around his neck. “Thank you, thank you,” Tears fell down my cheeks as I buried my face in his shoulder.

His arms curled around me as he pulled me close.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen, or what the future holds,” He murmured. “But don’t give up on me.”

“Never,” I vowed. “Course he’s not safe,” I pulled away, running a hand through his hair. “But he is good. He is king,” My fingers softly stroked his cheek.

With the locket hung around my heck, Draco and I curled up together, watching the end the Sound of Music. My fingers toyed with the locket, rubbing over it again and again, afraid that it might just disappear.

I had to bid him a good night as the hour got later and we were together on the front porch alone. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I reached up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He responded immediately and pulled me close deepening the kiss, his hot breath mixing with mine. He tasted like tea and apple pie, a sweet intoxicating flavor.

Draco’s hand slipped down to the small of my back, pressing me against the warmth of his body. My fingers tangled and tugged at his hair earning a low throaty sound to emit from his chest. I responded with a soft mewl.

He pulled away, his hot breaths panting across my face. 

“Happy Christmas,” He breathed out.

“Mhmm,” I hummed out. “Christmas, yeah,”

He chuckled and pressed his lips back to mine fleetingly. 

“Goodnight, Feathers,”

“Night, Dray,”

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Draco melted into his bed that night, watching the photo of you and him sleeping peacefully. There was an amity about the both of you, there was no worry or fear on his face and yours was smiling softly as you clung to him even in your sleep. It was almost as good as the book you had given to him.

Your mother’s present was lying beside him on the bed. He wasn’t supposed to show it to you, your mother had said: it was your father’s wand.

He sighed and looked at the note that came with it: 

~

Draco,

This was her father’s wand. She doesn’t know that I still have it. And she doesn’t know that it belongs to you as soon as you turn sixteen.

Lucius Malfoy killed Walter Y/l/n.

Lucius forfeited the wand, but it will respond to you. It has been a burden to me all of these years but perhaps it can find some peace with you. This is a secret that I share with you. This wand is unique: it knows to protect her, and it is loyal to you.

Keep her safe, I pass her and this wand to you, one Slytherin to another. You will always have a home in among this family.

~

He sighed and laid back in bed, twirling the wand in his hands. It was similar to his own in length. Birch with a unicorn hair. He wanted to be bitter towards your mother for keeping this secret from you, but the words she said earlier stopped him:

“Merlin knows I’ve tried to keep her from things to keep her safe...”

Was this keeping you safe? This secret that he now held? He knew that if nothing else, it had kept you a pure heart. He couldn’t imagine you’d ever give him a chance if you knew what his father did. He wondered what would have changed...

The morning came along with the small Christmas that he and his mother shared together. It was a quiet affair. He had gotten her a new bottle of ink and a golden quill for her drawings.

“This is from your father,” Her tone held disdain as she handed him a small velvet box. “It belonged to his father and now he passes it to you.”

Nested inside was nothing like the gift he had spent months making for you. Instead it was a weighty silver ring with the Malfoy crest on it. Slipping it onto his finger, the enchantment took place and resized to fit him perfectly.

“Any word of when he will return?” Draco asked, somber. 

“January 10th.” His mother sighed.

Draco nodded and drifted to the sitting room that held his piano and began to play familiar Christmas melodies before shifting into his mother’s favorites. She sat behind him on the sofa, working on her embroidery as he played. His melody shifted into something new. He frowned, knowing that it wasn’t anything that he had learned before.

“Composing?” His mother mused.

He didn’t comment. Instead he chased the melody that was fading from his mind, desperate to bring it back. Then he realized that his mind was chasing after you. You were his melody. With you at the forefront of his thoughts, he spent the next few days playing and writing the composition down. When he was certain that it was perfect and represented everything that you were to him, he smiled to himself.

Draco could still have you when his father was home. He would have no idea the melody was wrapped up in you.

“It’s beautiful,” His mother commended. “She’ll love it. You can play it for her tomorrow when she visits,”

And he did. With you sitting beside him on the piano bench, he played your song to you. You were absolutely mesmerized and asked him to play it again. Without knowing it, you had taken something else his father had forced him into and turned it into something beautiful.

Sitting in the rose garden as the stars came out, the year changed. A new beginning, and you were beside him. It was a muggle tradition, but he did kiss you when midnight came. Not that you’d complain.

When you pulled away from the gentle kiss, he about said something that he had forbidden himself from ever saying. No matter how sweet you were, how kind, how long you stayed, how loyal, no matter how much he cared for you, missed you when you were gone, and vowed to keep you safe, he couldn’t say what he wanted to.

He couldn’t tell you that he loved you.

He couldn’t trap you like that. He knew his future was dark and it loomed over him. He wasn’t going to tie you to him like that.

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I held my tongue, a thousand confessions waiting to be unfurled. But I would wait. I would wait until Draco was ready to hear them. I didn’t let myself think that a few months would change everything that had him tied down and scared. I wouldn’t coerce him into anything. I would give him time to figure out his emotions and I would wait for him to heal.

Because I loved him.

And I would love him while I waited. I would love him while he healed. I would love him as he went through darkness and despair. I would love him as years of neglect and abuse untied him. I would love him until he was ready to love me.

So, I didn’t say a word.

I spent the next week over at Draco’s, like I had in the summer, but this time, we were working on spells. Everything that I had learned from D.A. I taught to him. His mother suggested to invite Pansy and Abby over as well during the afternoons to join our efforts.

It was a lot easier to cast Disarming and Stunning spells on Pansy and Abby than it had been on Draco. Narcissa joined us one afternoon, watching us, guiding and aiding where we were failing. Draco was losing focus too easily, Pansy needed to work on her wand movements, Abby needed to pronunciate more and I needed to put my heart behind wanting to perform the spells.

“You’re thinking about them incorrectly.” Narcissa stood behind me. “Think not about the intention to attack what’s in front of you, but to protect what’s behind you. Draco, come,”

Narcissa and Draco switched places, he was standing behind me and she was before me, her wand out and raised. I took a deep breath in, understanding what she meant. I had no ill will against her, but I would protect Draco.

We bowed, entering a proper duel. She cast a hex and I blocked it easily, before rebounding it with my own jinx. She deflected it effortlessly and almost knocked me down with a Stunning spell.

“Mean it Y/n!” She coached. “You want to protect him!? You want to save him!?”

“Mother!” Draco argued.

“No,” I panted softly. “I can do this. She’s right,”

I blocked her jinx that in my deflection almost hit Draco, who dropped out of the way thankfully. Enraged I turned back to her.

“Impedimenta!” I shouted. 

And it worked.

She was frozen in the snow. 

“Expelliarmus!”

Her wand flew from her hand. Beaming, I undid the Impediment Hex and picked up her wand which had landed in the frost by my feet.

“Very well, my dear,” Narcissa glowed. “There is a fighter in you yet,”

Draco picked me up in a twirling hug and Pansy and Abby were all cheering. We went back to dueling, now it was more for fun than work. Narcissa watched us still, encouraging and teaching us. Until she tensed, the color draining from her face.

“Bellatrix,” She hissed, vanishing from the backyard.

Draco cursed and grabbed my hand, pulling me behind the nearest shrub. With the cloak that my mother had given to me for Christmas, I almost blended in with the snow. Pansy and Abby were crouched down with us.

“Y/n, you need to get out of here,” Draco’s eyes were fixed on the house. “Now.”

“But what about Abby?” I squeaked.

“She’ll be fine,” Pansy nodded to me. “Bella likes me, she’ll be safe with me,” I met Pansy’s stark green eyes and an agreement passed between us.

Nodding, I tried to keep my breathing under control.

“Pinnae!” Abby whispered at me as if it were obvious. “Get out of here Y/n!”

I looked at my friends and closed my eyes, morphing into Pinnae and taking perch deep within the shrub.

“Don’t go until we’ve cleared the house.” Draco ordered.

I chirped and watched them all head towards the house, disappearing inside. Then I took off into the sky.

_____________________________

“Draco, darling,” Bellatrix cooed wickedly. “You remind me so much of your father,” 

“Aunt Bellatrix,” He greeted politely.

“Well, aren’t you going to introduce me to your little friends?” Her wild eyes flashed to Pansy and Abby.

“Bella,” His mother chided. “Draco was just seeing them off. And you know Parkinson. The other is a classmate.” Her voice left no room for more questions or argument.

His mother gave him a stern look and he quickly ushered Pansy and Abby through the front door. His eyes immediately scanned the skies for you. He thought he could make out your form perched on one of the barren trees, but he couldn’t be sure.

“Pansy,” He started.

“I’ve got it. Abby will talk to Pinnae. We’ll give word that she’s safe.”

Draco nodded and headed back inside, pacing the halls. He headed to his bedroom and slammed the door, casting a Silencing Charm on the room before letting out a roar of frustration. He didn’t know how much time passed as he paced the room but jumped when there was a chirp from his window.

He relaxed when he saw that the owl wasn’t you, but a screech owl, a letter tied to it’s ankle.

 ~ Malfoy,

Pinnae is home.

Parkinson

~

Draco sagged in relief and threw the letter into the fire lit in his hearth. Just once in his life he wanted a day where nothing would go wrong. He just wanted to be happy and safe with you. Was that too much to ask?

Apparently, it was for the last few days of the winter holiday. 

Epilogue:

“The Dark Lord is adamant about his recruitment,” Bellatrix purred. “A fine young mind to mold into the ways of the Dark Lord.”

“He is my son, Bellatrix.” Narcissa snarled. “He is not of age until the summer. When that time comes the choice belongs to him and him alone. Until then, you have no business here,” A cold glare passed between them.

“Do I sense disloyalty?” Bellatrix tilted her head, mocking a pout. “The Dark Lord does not tolerate disloyalty, sister mine,”

“I do not belong to the Dark Lord, sister mine,” Narcissa gritted out. “Or have you forgotten?”

“No,” She scoffed. “A foolish mistake. Who else deserves loyalty but him?” 

“My family,” Narcissa snapped. “And my son.”

“I am your family!” Bellatrix shouted. “Have you changed your mind about the war perhaps? Deciding to follow the footsteps of our dear sister? Or perhaps our outlawed cousin? You were admirable little sister, before you went off and married that foolish Malfoy.”

“I will not stand here and allow you to speak of my husband or my son in such a manner. You have no business here Bellatrix. Leave this place.” Narcissa’s tone was ice cold.

“His time will come Cissy, and he will belong to the Dark Lord,”

A loud crack and Narcissa was left alone in the cold house once more. 

“I wouldn’t be so certain,” She whispered to the empty room.

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Chapter 5

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Harry Potter’s Sister Cliches

Alright so I wanted to look up some cliches and see how they compare, if they exist in my line of fics and if they did, how have I done them justice. All credits to this cliche list go to @/Purplemist14 on Wattpad from the third chapter of ‘Everything Wrong With HARRY POTTER Fanfictions’. I may do some more of these, but we’ll see. 

Of course, featuring dearest Willow-Violet Potter along with spoilers for future unreleased books so, you have been warned!!

1. The sister always has red hair and green eyes. Basically the exact replica of Lily.

- Alright, so, I’ll admit, I did fall down the trap of blessing Willow with the red hair and green eyes, and it is mentioned many a time throughout the fics that she looks like her mother BUT here’s a fun fact, if we were to rid her of the red hair, green eyes and obscene amount of freckles, she does actually look quite similar to James, arguably more so than Harry, specifically her smile of all things. In other words, the only reason she looks like her mother is because of the red hair and green eyes. Dye her hair and give her coloured contacts though along with a pair of glasses and she will basically just look like a freckled version of James Potter.

2. Either Harry’s twin, a few months younger or almost a year younger in the rare case.

- Willow is eleven months younger than her brother, although this fits timeline wise. She was also quite obviously an accident - Lily and James wanted another kid, but not during the time they were living in for obvious reasons. Of course she was not told this information, and either way she was loved by her parents and godparents.

3. Either dropped off at an orphanage, taken to Minerva, Remus or Snape, or just completely forgotten about until she starts Hogwarts.

- This is where the first cliche is really broken. Yes, she is initially taken in by Severus (later revealed that this was a plan done by Voldemort, as since discovering the kid existed he was like ‘hey she could turn on everyone she’s supposed to love and serve me’ and so wanted her to be taken in by his most faithful Death Eater) but, contrary to what most fics have, this f*cker abandons her with the only people he knows where to put her and that’s with Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy!! Some people who have not read the series or my previous posts may be confused as to why they would ever even consider taking this half-blooded kid in, but I’ve explained before and will do it again; Narcissa is a mother, she has very maternal instincts which have been seen throughout the main HP series, and Willow, at the time was barely five months old. To add to that she was found practically dead on their doorstep having been left out in the freezing cold with nothing but a thin blanket overnight. Narcissa was prejudiced, most definitely, but completely heartless? No (I mean, she risked her life to save Harry’s life in DH). And she was sure to make Lucius raise Willow the same way they were raising Draco because Narcissa was also a Black; I think she can see well enough and feel well enough what it’s like to be raised different from the other siblings.

She is, upon turning eleven, adopted by Remus but of course, naturally, he is her godfather and therefore rightful guardian, later parent.

4. She has a lightning scar on any other part of her that isn’t her neck, aka, the Girl Who Lived trope.

- Completely eradicated. Voldemort was there to kill Harry, not Willow. It’s as simple as that. Read your canon children or, if you really want to do this trope, please for the love of god develop a suitable plot in which this can take place.

5. Sorted into either Gryffindor or Slytherin.

- Now this one I did use BUT the thing is, the house she was sorted in matches with her personality and traits (Slytherin). So in this case it’s excusable, but if it’s just being done for the hell of it ... yeah, I’m not impressed.

6. Socially more active and is friends with the Trio, the Malfoy gang, the Weasleys and almost the entire school population.

- Guilty as charged, although once again I have done it in a way that makes sense according to canon. She considers Draco a brother because they spent eleven years being raised together; Crabbe and Goyle aren’t even friends of Draco in this fic, as Draco ultimately grew up a little less prejudiced knowing who and what Willow was; yes, Willow is friends with the Weasleys, specifically Fred and George, but none of their relationships are the whole nice straightforward sh*t you read about in every other fic. The three of them have perhaps the most complicated relationship between them ever (toxic to some degrees, sometimes even, especially as the 2WW takes place), something actually realistic that keeps to all of their characters. Now when it comes to the trio, Willow isn’t really friends with either Ron or Hermione?? She was one of Ron’s better mates to begin with, as he was one of the first friends she had, but they drifted apart more as they grew (and also after they broke up because Willow was honestly left pretty heartbroken after that), and Hermione, well, she’s only ever really been a mutual up until Willow’s fifth year and her sixth when they begin to form more of a friendship due to her (Hermione) being so alone all the time, and Willow needing someone that can emotionally support her when need be.

7. Sister nearly always replaces Hermione in the trio.

- Willow barely ever interacts with the trio. I could honestly count all the times they properly interacted on my fingers. 

8. Loneliest person alive, if she’s in Slytherin she’s bullied, and nearly always ends up in dangerous situations.

- In the series Willow is never actually alone, although feels that she is during her later teenage years, due to the simple reason that no one can truly understand what she has to put up with (also she does sorta force herself to be allienated from others, due to wanting to protect them and keep them out of harms way). She is bullied, yes, but once again it’s entwined into the canon, and by her fourth year no one f*cks with her because they all know that if they do she will not hesitate to bite back and hard. Now I suppose she does end up in dangerous situations, but once again, it isn’t always, and when she does it fits the canon. 

9. Always falls for Draco Malfoy.

- I was guilty of this in the very first drafts, 100% but now that I’ve grown and matured and learnt to understand characters more all I can say is that a) they’re basically siblings (covered in a previous point) and b) you honestly cannot convince me otherwise that Draco is one of the gayest beings in existence. Like you cannot tell me this f*cker isn’t at least a very male-attracted bisexual. You just, you can’t. It’s not possible.

10. Or the other love interest is Cedric Diggory.

- Literally ew. I could not, for the life of me, think of Willow and Cedric as a couple. Best buds? Hell yeah. F*ck buds? No way. They loved each other, sure, but it was purely platonic.

11. Lily’s brain, James’ attitude, brightest witch of her age.

- It is true that Willow has higher-above-average intelligence for someone her age but, here’s the thing, she’s autistic! This is never explicitly mentioned until the eighth book, which partially follows her adult life, but, yes, she’s canonically autistic (as is Remus Lupin, Arthur Weasley and, he isn’t autistic, but James Potter has ADHD). Now when it comes to personality and traits, I’d say she’s a healthy mix of both, but there is also that bit of influence from the Malfoys (she is, to say the least, quite prejudiced towards house-elves, for example). There was also a sub-point about knowing hexes and spells and jinxes which can only be found in restricted books, but both Narcissa and Lucius were quite proud to have a kid as smart as her, and if she wanted to learn something, they just let her, which meant there was a LOT of her reading in the library at the Manor about all of the Dark Arts and objects and such like that.

12. Involved in every major event that takes place in the books, and she always saves the day.

- Once again, guilty as charged, although it all works with the established plot and characters and in her case the later things happen from a different and arguably more entertaining perspective (the perspective of a teenaged, forcbly created Death Eater who’s trying her best to save her friends and family while also not accidentally getting murdered by Voldemort in the process). She also never actually saves Harry. I don’t think there’s ever a time where she saves Harry from anything really, especially not the major things that have been mentioned in the HP series.

13. Minerva gives her a timeturner and she goes back to fall in love with Tom Riddle.

- I’ve never actually seen this cliche before, but oh god if this is one that anyone out there uses, once again, please read the canon; Tom Riddle cannot fall in love, timeturners only work for minutes at a time, not to mention if future Riddle saw MC time would f*ck itself up, and also that is a bit creepy imo (the whole MC with Riddle thing).

14. Hermione and Ginny are made jealous individuals who would do anything to rid the sister.

- No chance this will ever happen, nor has it ever happened. That is very OOC, thank you very much, and you ain’t seeing me take characters OOC unless the canon can make up for it.

15. Ron and Neville are never paid attention to; more or less just desperate crushes.

- While it is true that both Ron and Neville are in relationships with Willow at different times, this serves the plot and their character developments. They are also not forgotten about; Neville is barely mentioned after the break up as neither of the two have the courage to interact with one another again (until after the war where they become friends again) and Ron, as I mentioned, slowly drifts out of Willow’s friend circle, after the break up and as they grow older and develop different personalities.

16. Draco Malfoy is OOC.

- Anyone who has read my so far published books knows that Draco, seemingly is a lot better behaved in my series (which, to a degree he is), but all I have to say for this is that once Harry crushed the dude’s heart to bits in the summer before fifth year, this motherf*cker became one of the biggest d*ckheads you would ever meet. Usually he didn’t mean to be, but the dude lost the love of his life, and of course soon after war shit was happening; basically he was more or less going with the flow of things, but yeah, no, Draco sucked, a lot, in the later WV books. Until after the war and his mental state is a little healthier, but until that point, from age 15 onwards, he was more or less of the asshole you see in the HP series.

17. Severus Snape does not hate her.

- Haha, lol. Snape absolutely despises Willow, because she’s never let him live down the whole ‘leaving her on the doorstep to die’ business and you know, she sees enough of how much of a c*nt he is to other students and she may as well give him a taste of his own medecine.

18. All the professors adore her.

- There is only one, and that is Minerva, but even then that isn’t made a major thing until book four. Aside from that, every professor treats her the same way they treat their other students, as they should.

19. Hagrid is not mentioned, or barely mentioned ever.

- The only reason for this in my series is that he is not pivitol to the main plot. If he was, it would be a different story, but he isn’t, so there is no real need to mention him.

20. Cho Chang is either the best friend or Cedric’s possessive girlfriend.

- Too tired to go further into detail with this, but there is a whole-ass character arc I have for Cho in the series, that abides by canon and plot and character and actually does her justice. 

Anyway, this was really fun to do, I think I’ll do some more but we’ll see. I’m tired now - it is sleepy time. Goodnight guys!

#harry potter #hp #willowviolet #wv #draco malfoy #drarry #remus lupin #other characters i'm too tired to mention

[devdevlin]

“Don’t cry. Everything’s going to be okay” I feel like this is more sinister Tom than a sincere Tom...

Ummmm WHY do you ask me to do these things, you KNOW how much I love evil Tom and you KNOW how carried away I get with him ahaha (big warning here for bad Tom being bad and a traumatised, returned timetraveller Hermione)

Hermione pushed the front gate open and hurried up the front path, tackling the porch steps with a spring in her step.

The healers wouldn't give her any more potions? No problem. She could brew a potion for dreamless sleep in her sleep. She'd picked up everything she needed from Diagon Alley—even a shiny new benchtop cauldron—and was ready to start brewing. She had everything she needed: bottles, for preparing enough of the potion to keep her sleep dreamless for at least a month at a time; enough ingredients to ensure she wouldn't need to pester the apothecary for at least three brews; a fresh ladle, because hers had gotten so mangled from her years at school that it was almost in two pieces; and she'd even picked up some treats for Crookshanks that were out on special.

A successful shop, indeed.

She pulled her key from her pocket and let herself into her family home, not bothering to be quiet or careful as she did so.

It was a Thursday, and it was only her Mum home at this time of day, anyway. It wasn't like she'd be interrupting anything.

"Mum?" she called, unwrapping her satchel from around her shoulder and hanging it on her designated hook next to her father's unworn hat he'd bought on their last family trip.

There wasn't a reply, and so, Hermione assumed her mother must've been at work in the kitchen. She could never hear anything over the sound of their kettle.

She sighed and tucked her wand away in her bag, before trekking though the living room toward the kitchen.

"Mum?" Hermione repeated, voice echoing. "Mum, I'm ho—"

Hermione barely made it to the kitchen doorway before she froze.

At the sight before her, her blood instantly ran cold. Her mother was in the kitchen, all right, but she wasn't alone.

And who she was with, was not her father.

No, sitting calmly opposite her mother with his long legs neatly crossed was the face of the man she left behind six months ago after her catastrophic incident with the timeturner at the Ministry. The one she'd barely managed to escape, the one she thought, wished, prayed she'd never see again.

"Hello Hermione."

Her breath hitched. His voice was just as she remembered it, the same smooth, lifeless tone that still haunted her in her sleep, and it was solid. It was clear in a way that her dreams weren’t, and when Hermione blinked, he didn’t go away.

"It's been a while."

Hermione didn’t dare to breathe as her eyes passed between Tom and her mother, over the set table between them, the still-steaming pot of tea.

It wasn’t possible.

It wasn’t possible, and yet—

"M..." She swallowed, and in the quiet kitchen, it sounded oddly loud. "Mum?"

Her mother sipped at her cup of tea and stayed silent, not showing any sign of having heard her.

"Mum?"

Her voice had the beginnings of panic in it, and across from her mother, Tom smiled.

It didn't reach his eyes.

"Why don't you join us?" He gestured to the pot of tea, to the empty chair beside him. "Jean was kind enough to make some tea and some scones. There's plenty left for another cup."

Hermione stayed where she was, eyes trained on her mother. "What... what have you done to her?"

He didn't answer her. Instead, he tapped his fingers impatiently against the tabletop, and said, "I think we have quite a bit to catch up on, don’t you? Sit down, and we'll talk."

Hermione remained in the doorway, muscles refusing to shift.

Tom sighed impatiently through his nose and turned to her mother. "Jean, darling," he said softly, and her mother glanced up, hummed receptively. "Would you mind taking my cup over to the sink for me?"

"Of course," her mother said brightly, and still without showing any sign that she'd noticed Hermione in the doorway, she sprung up and began to clear the table.

"Mum?" Hermione tried when she passed her. "Mum, can you hear me?"

As if she were invisible, her mother passed her as if she weren't there at all.

"Mum?!"

Hermione's accusatory eyes turned back to find Tom watching her.

He raised his eyebrows suggestively before giving his attention back to her mother. "Oh, and while you're over there, Jean, I'd quite like it if you were to open your cutlery draw and fish out the sharpest knife you own."

Hermione’s pulse thrummed loudly in her ears. "Stop it. Whatever you're doing to her, stop it."

Tom didn't respond, and her mother obediently clawed through the top draw under the kitchen island.

"Tom." Her mother didn't stop, and Tom stayed silent. "Tom, stop it. I mean it, stop."

The corner of Tom's lips quirked. "Do you have it, Jean?" Tom asked after a moment, still ignoring Hermione.

"Yes," her mother chimed happily before she turned back toward Tom to show him a long knife with a white hilt that she'd found. "I've had this one since John and I were married. It was a gift from his grandmother. We were very lucky she made it, really. She passed away only two months after..."

“Tom.”

Tom continued to ignore Hermione and when he smiled at her mother, it was almost warm. "Yes, that is most fortunate. Family is… so important." he said, and then without turning his head, his eyes met Hermione's. "Now Jean, I'd like it if you would use the knife to remove one of your fingernails."

"No, no, Mum—"

"Which one?" her mother asked, speaking over Hermione.

"Oh, whichever one you'd like, it doesn't bother me which," Tom answered pleasantly.

"Mum!" To hell with it. Hermione forced herself to move, to step past Tom and toward her mother to take the knife from her herself. "Mum, don—"

"Take another step, Hermione, and I'll have her cut her own throat."

At once, Hermione halted.

And then, without anyone to stop her, her mother started on her own index finger.

Her mother was under the Imperius curse—she had to be—and though she obeyed Tom’s will obediently, she still screamed at the pain of it, and she still clutched her bleeding hand to her chest when she was finished.

Hermione felt like she was going to vomit.

When she turned back to Tom and found that he was smiling at her, the feeling only grew stronger.

"Oh." Tom cocked his head to the side. "Don't look at me like that, like I've just skinned a kitten before you. Sit down, and your mother will be perfectly fine."

Her mother whimpered and sniffed from behind her, and Hermione glanced back to see her blood dripping down onto the tile.

"But... her hand—"

"She's hardly going to bleed out, Hermione," Tom said in mock amusement as though she'd just said something he thought was very stupid. "Now sit."

Hermione was shaking now, but she did as he said, and with each inch that vanished between them, her stomach twisted.

She took the seat he’d gestured to, and that close up, she could see the lighter flecks of brown in his eyes, the individual hairs of his eyebrows, the faint, but present light freckling on his nose—all of the things that she’d once been drawn to, all of the things that had once convinced her that he was human.

But she’d been wrong—so, so wrong—and now, they were the same things she’d been trying so desperately to forget.

When she was settled, Tom scooted closer, close enough that his knee brushed against hers, and leaned toward her with his elbows on the table.

"Hey. Come on, don't cry." He reached out and wiped the tear from her cheek with the pad of his thumb. His touch was warm and pleasant, but like everything else he ever did, it was lie. "Everything's going to be okay. I'll be more than happy to leave your mother be if you help me."

She blinked back the building water in her eyes and forced herself not to give in to the urge to get up and run. "What… what do you want?"

His eyes searched her, drifting back and forth between her own, and he tightened his lips in a way that almost seemed melancholic. "Do you remember Abraxas’ wedding night, at the reception at the manor?”

She gave him a single, stiff nod.

“You were beautiful that night.” He whispered the words softly, as if to a lover, and Hermione tasted bile. “And I don’t mean because of the dress, or the makeup, or even the way you wore your hair up, though it did suit you.”

The tip of his finger trailed along the skin of the back of her hand, and she wanted to cut it off of him.

“It was… you were so open. You were so angry with me, and you were just… magnificent. It was the first time I saw you, and to be completely honest with you, Hermione, I haven’t been able to get you out my head ever since. Not you… or what you said to me.”

Hermione tightened her jaw, his reference to that night in the fifties—the one she wanted to forget more than any other—cutting her like her mother’s knife. “Get to the point.”

Tom smiled and glanced at her lips. “You told me I would die. You accused me of being short-sighted, and foolish, and that I would induce my own demise." His whisper was so quiet now that she almost had to lean in closer to hear him. "What I want from you, Hermione… I want you to help me make sure that that does not come to pass, this time."

“No,” she said at once. “No. I won’t. I’ll never—”

“Jean?”

The sudden increase in volume of his voice made Hermione flinch, and from over by the sink, her mother’s whimpers quietened. “Y-yes?”

“Do you still have that knife?” asked Tom.

“Stop it. Tom, please. Your problem is with me, not her, please, don’t—”

“Yes, I-I do.”

“Pick it back up for me, would you, Jean?”

“Okay. Okay, fine!” Hermione snapped. “I’ll do whatever you want, just let her go!”

While her mother did as she was told, Tom’s eyes flicked back between them. Then, after a long moment, he eventually said, “actually… go and clean your hand instead, would you?”

Hermione let out the breath she was holding.

“I… yes. Yes, th-thank you,” her mother stammered before stepping over to the sink.

They sat in silence, and it wasn’t until her mother had her hand fully underneath the stream of water from the tap that Tom turned back to Hermione.

And then he grinned. “I just knew we’d come to an agreement.”

(lmao yes yes I know this is essentially a diet version of trap forty four. What can I say, I liked the premise of him following her back to her time so much I wanted to write it twice haha)

#tomione #harry potter #fanfiction #tom riddle #hermione granger #my writing #fanfic #thanks for the prompt anon #i love youuuu #❤️❤️ #ask me anything

[spookyrobbins]

what have we done (can i be undone?)

pairing: bellatrix x hermione

description:

in the midst of the hogwarts repairs, hermione granger comes across the absolute last person she expected to see.

xx

bellatrix black wakes up to hogwarts in ruin and the year is certainly not 1968.

chapter seven.

honey, you’re familiar

links: ao3 || ffn

Hermione fidgeted with her wand as she walked towards the hospital wing, absently tracking the various groves and scratches. At some point, she figured she’d need to get a new wand that wasn’t intrinsically connected to a dark witch, but Ollivander was still in St. Mungo’s recovering and Hermione wasn’t willing to settle for a lesser wandmaker. 

The walnut wand had been unresponsive at first, given that Ron had been the one to disarm Bellatrix. But Hermione seemed to have won it over with sheer willpower by the end of the Battle of Hogwarts. Ollivander had described it as unweilding. It certainly had served her well, despite her reservations about all the evil it had done. It was first and foremost incredibly powerful, practically radiating magic. Admittedly, Hermione’s knowledge of wandlore was limited, so she wasn’t sure if that was a result of Bellatrix’s power or the wand itself. 

The wand certainly made Hermione question the origins of Bellatrix’s seemingly inherent evilness. Bellatrix Black seemed like a spoiled, prejudiced brat, but she didn’t seem evil. More like Draco Malfoy. But the walnut wand was a dangerous warning of the potential Bellatrix had for darkness. In most folklore, the walnut tree was associated with witches of darkness and evil deeds. And while the use of a walnut wand can benefit a most intelligent witch, it can easily bend towards dark magic in the right hands. 

The Blacks seemed to ooze dark magic as Hermione could attest. Their properties and belongings were practically all cursed or dark. There was a deep seeded blood-prejudice that outpaced practically every other pureblood family. And yet, Hermione wasn’t sure if such sweeping conclusions were fair to the Blacks. 

Of course, Bellatrix Lestrange had been a homicidal sadist of the highest order, but Bellatrix Black didn’t seem to that extreme. Sirius had been good; he had been a Gryffindor, for God’s sake. Even Draco, despite his brattish behavior when they were younger, wasn’t evil. He had done bad things, but he wasn’t evil. Narcissa Malfoy saved Harry and likely all of their lives a mere week ago. Tonks had been as far from evil as any person Hermione had ever met. And that left of course, “Mrs. Tonks?” Hermione yelped as she all but ran over the older witch. 

“Hermione! You must come at once! Where is Minerva? That, that monster…” A harsh sob fell from Andromeda’s throat. “That monster, she, she was in the… in the…” 

“Okay, just breathe, Mrs. Tonks,” Hermione spoke softly, carefully moving to touch Andromeda. “Easy does it.” Andromeda inhaled shakily, her hands twitching at her side. “In and out. That’s it.” 

“We don’t have time for this. She’s loose in the castle!” 

“Mrs. Tonks-” 

“Hermione,” implored Andromeda, “That bitch is here!” 

“Mrs. Tonks!” Hermione winced as she raised her voice. “I’m sorry to raise my voice, but there’s something you should know. The person you saw isn’t Bellatrix Lestrange.” 

“Then what? What kind of sick joke is this?” Andromeda’s hand curled around Hermione’s left wrist, her nails biting into her skin. The word carved onto Hermione’s skin throbbed painfully. 

“It’s not a joke. I swear on my parents. It’s not.” 

“Explain,” Andromeda all but hissed. 

Hermione exhaled shakily. “She’s from 1968. She’s not Bellatrix Lestrange.” 

“1968? When in 1968?” Hermione hesitated and Andromeda’s nails dug deeper. “This is important, Miss Granger. When in 1968? Because there is a big difference between the spring and the fall of that year.” 

“May of 1968.” 

Andromeda relaxed back with a sigh. “How?” Her voice was barely above a croak. “How is this possible? Timeturner?” 

“It’s more complicated than a timeturner unfortunately. She is physically and mentally from May of 1968, but spiritually, I suppose, she is the person that was buried last week. Professor McGonagall has been trying to work out how it’s possible. But she is not displaced from time.” 

“Does she remember what she’s done? The horrors she’s committed, what she’s taken from me, from so many people.” Andromeda’s shoulders shook with a contained sob. 

Hermione had to fight back tears as the image of Remus and Tonks seemingly asleep in the Great Hall rose unbidden. “No. She only remembers up to the night of the ninth of May, 1968. A Quidditch party. Nothing after that.” 

Andromeda let out a half-sob, half-chuckle. “The Quidditch party. She went upstairs with that American girl, the radio star. She used to be so happy.” A wistful look crossed her face, even as silent tears tracked down her cheeks. “But how is she here? I don’t understand.” 

“I’m sorry, we don’t know.” 

“I thought it was all over,” mumbled Andromeda. “I thought it was finally over.” Years of anguish and devastation crossed Andromeda’s face. Hermione’s heart ached for Andromeda. She had held Harry as he cried after he spoke to Andromeda, but that didn’t prepare her for the devastation in Andromeda’s dark eyes. “I have tried to hate her for so long. The things she’s done. The things she’s done to me and my family….” With the haunted look in the older witch’s eyes, it was clear to Hermione that she wasn’t just speaking about Tonks’ death. “Why would she get a second chance? Why? When my, my Nymphadora won’t see her son grow up. When Ted died alone and afraid.” 

Hermione impulsively pulled Andromeda into a hug, desperate to comfort the older witch. “I’m so, so sorry.” Hermione struggled to find words, the pain of losing so many still so fresh. Every day since the second had felt as if the world should be collapsing in on itself. She couldn’t even imagine the pain Andromeda was experiencing. “You don’t have to do this.” 

Andromeda clung to Hermione as sobs racked her body. Hermione patted her back gently. Hermione could barely believe that any of this was happening, but she knew it was so much worse for Andromeda. She couldn’t even comprehend the pain of losing a child, of losing a husband. 

“I hit her. Oh sweet Merlin, I hit her.” Hermione barely managed to catch Andromeda as her knees buckled. “I hit her. She was bleeding. I’m no better, I’m as bad as them.” 

Hermione felt that she had only scratched the surface of the trauma of the Blacks. This wasn’t just about the war and the Death Eaters and Voldemort. There were things buried so deep that they might never have come to the surface if it wasn’t for this bizarre bit of magic. 

“She was bleeding?” 

“She looked so hurt, like I betrayed her. I hit her. Oh Merlin.” 

“Andromeda, where is she now?” 

“She ran off. I hit her.” 

Hermione’s mind was racing. If Bellatrix managed to get out of Hogwarts, it would be pure chaos. It would be impossible to stop somebody from hurting her or capturing her or worse, killing her. That line of thought knocked the breath out of her chest. Did she care if Bellatrix got hurt? When did that happen? 

“I ought to send a message to Professor McGonagall to let her know. Expecto patronus!” A silvery otter burst forth from her wand. “Please tell Professor McGonagall that Mrs. Tonks is here and that Bellatrix is somewhere in the castle and we’ll find her, but it would be prudent to check the castle’s boundaries.” The otter nodded before bounding off. Hermione focused back on Andromeda, but her gaze was fixed on the wand in Hermione’s hand. “Mrs. Tonks?” 

“That wand. That’s her wand.” 

“Er, yes, it is.” 

“How?” 

“When we were held at Malfoy Manor,” Hermione swallowed audibly, phantom pains lingering in her body. “And then escaped, we took some wands. I had to take polyjuice potion to break into the Lestrange vault so I took Bellatrix’s.” 

“And it works for you?” 

“It does now.” Andromeda’s eyes widened. “It’s a stubborn and powerful wand.” 

“Ollivander described it as dangerously full of potential,” said Andromeda, almost in a trance. “I remember the day she bought that wand. It was the first wand she tried and finally, her magical outbursts stopped. Magic always came so easy to her.” Andromeda shook her head. “You don’t think she could’ve left the castle?” 

“I hope not. The wards around the castle are minimal at best still. They were completely broken and the auror department is struggling to keep up with all of the Death Eaters on the loose, so there hasn’t been a chance to rebuild them completely. Hopefully, McGonagall and Kingsley can get to them before she gets a chance. Would she have gone back to the Slytherin common room?” 

Andromeda pinched the bridge of her nose. “I don’t know. I suppose. It’s what she knows.” 

Hermione nodded, grateful to have a purpose. “We’ll check there first then.” 

xx 

Bella clutched at herself, her nails biting into her skin painfully. It felt as if the world was pressing in on her. The darkness that kept overtaking her threatened the edges of her vision, but she fought against it. 

How could Andromeda, of all people, hit her? 

She called her a monster. She hated her. 

Her sweet Annie hated her. 

A sob was ripped from her throat, echoing around the empty tower. 

If Andy called her a monster, she must have been. 

Bella curled in on herself as tears poured down her cheeks. 

xx 

“Merlin, I haven’t been here in so long,” Andromeda said with wonder as the pair stepped into the Slytherin common room. 

Hermione glanced around the dungeon room. She much preferred the warmth of the Gryffindor common room, but she could see the appeal of the darkness and quiet. The common room had been left essentially as it had been after the Slytherins had collected their belongings, or in the case of those who sided with Voldemort, packed and shipped out by the elves to their homes. Only a few scattered bits of paper and books remained. 

Andromeda wandered over to the trophy case in one corner as Hermione looked around for any trace of Bellatrix. 

“Christ,” murmured Andromeda. Hermione whipped around, surprised to hear such a Muggle phrase from a witch. Andromeda chuckled wetly at the reaction. “I lived with a Muggleborn for almost thirty years, Hermione.” Hermione managed a smile. “I had forgotten what she used to look like.” 

“Bellatrix?” Hermione asked as she joined Andromeda at the cabinet. Andromeda pointed to a photo framed in silver. Sure enough, there was Bellatrix as she had appeared days ago, but rather than seeming terrified or angry, she just had a smile on her face. The photo Bellatrix had her arms wrapped around two taller boys while the rest of the Quidditch team cheered around them, one of them holding up the Quidditch Cup. The expression on Bellatrix’s face, it was that same prideful, knowing smirk that she associated with Sirius. 

“This was from her seventh year. Probably the last time Bellatrix was genuinely happy.” Hermione twisted to look at Andromeda. Her mind was quickly filled with memories of Bellatrix Lestrange shrieking with glee as she taunted Neville and ecstatic screams of ‘I killed Sirius Black!’. She practically had to shake herself to rid herself of those memories. “I mean, the last time Bellatrix Black was happy. Whatever she did later, those things.” A shudder passed through Andromeda’s body. 

“We ought to keep looking for her. Where there any places she might have gone if she was upset?” They had only started with the Slytherin common room in hopes that Bellatrix may have returned there. 

Andromeda closed her eyes. “The Astronomy Tower. She’s probably in the Astronomy Tower. She used to spend hours up there when everything with- when everything got too much.” 

xx 

Bella lay on her back, still trying to regulate her breathing and her heartbeat. Her chest ached painfully to the point it felt like she couldn’t breathe. 

Thankfully, the stars didn’t change just because it was 1998. A long habit of hers had been to find as many constellations as she could. It gave her something to focus on. 

She traced the shape of Corvus, counting each star carefully. Cygnus was close by. Bella had always thought it was fitting that the crow, a symbol of bad luck and death, was so near to Cygnus, a symbol of darkness for her entire life. 

He must be long dead by now. He couldn’t touch her. He couldn’t hurt her. 

But just thinking of him caused the panic to rise in her chest again. 

She could only barely make out Perseus, it having moved away almost a month ago. She probably was almost imagining the stars to be there. It was always one of her favorites along with its pair, Andromeda. 

But as she located where the stars should be, Andromeda’s words echoed in her mind and her cheek throbbed painfully. It was as if all her breath had been stolen and her ribcage was about to crack. 

“I’ll always keep you safe. I’ll always keep you safe.” The words she had repeated for as long as she could remember were the only thing keeping her some semblance of grounded. “I’ll always keep you safe.” 

She must have started crying again at one point as the wind cut across her wet cheeks. 

The words became slowly jumbled and broken as she sobbed once more. 

“Always keep you safe. Always.” 

At the sound of footsteps, she tried to move behind the cabinet she used to hide in, but apparently somebody had redecorated in the past thirty years. She reached for her wand, but realized she must have left it in the hospital wing. Biting back a curse, she turned to face whoever had found her. 

“Annie?” She hated how weak she sounded. She was the strong one. She wasn’t weak. 

“Trixie...” Andromeda spoke softly, almost as if she expected Bella to explode. She took a few steps forward, but Bella backed away quickly. The cut on her cheek pulsed. As Andromeda stepped forward, a beam of moonlight fell on her face, revealing wet tracks on her cheeks. 

The lines on her face shocked Bella to her very core. She looked like Andromeda, particularly in the eyes, but she seemed tired and aged beyond what Bella could comprehend. 

“‘Trix, let me see your cheek.” 

Andromeda slowly reached out with one hand, moving as if she was approaching a feral animal. Bella flinched away. 

“Bella, please, you’re bleeding.” 

That sparked something within Bella. “Because you hit me! We promised never to hurt each other!”

Fury and an emotion Bella didn’t recognize rose in Andromeda’s face. “Do not speak to me about hurting each other, Bellatrix!” But before Bella could respond, Andromeda inhaled sharply, seemingly coming to peace with herself. “Trixie, please just let me help you. I know you’re scared. Just let me at least heal your cheek.” When Bella didn’t move, Andromeda drew her wand. “Why don’t we sit down?” The pair settled on the floor. Andromeda gently cupped Bella’s chin, turning her face to examine the cut. “What’s the last thing you remember from 1968?” 

“A Quidditch match, I hurt my ribs because of my moronic beater. We had a party. I went upstairs with Elnora Hawke. You disapproved. That’s it. And then I was here.” Bella focused less on her words and more on examining her sister before her. 

She looked...old. It was too strange. Lines creased around her eyes and mouth that weren’t there before. But even more than that, there was so much sadness and pain in her dark eyes that Bella had never seen. Andromeda had always been so thoughtful and careful, while Bellatrix had been reckless and foolish. 

“How did I die?” 

Andromeda’s reaction was more than telling. She gasped, then immediately looked away from Bella. “I don’t know.” 

“You’re lying. I can always tell when you’re lying, Annie.” Bella twisted to try to meet her sister’s eyes. “Andromeda, please, no one will tell me anything. What has happened?” When Andromeda remained silent, Bella let out an irritated hiss. “This is all dragon shit. I don’t want to be here! I don’t want to sit around while everybody lies and twists everything around me. I’d rather be back in my last year of Hogwarts than sitting around with a fucking mudblood watching my other move!” Andromeda’s lips formed a tight line that was all Druella and far too close for Bella’s comfort. “What, Andy? That mudblood has been on me since I got here. I don’t even know her. She should know to respect her betters. Ah, Andy!” Andromeda’s fingers tightened around her wrist.

“That is enough, Bellatrix.” 

Bellatrix’s eyes narrowed in frustration. “What happened to you? Last week, I saw you laughing along with Jen King when that mudblood boy fell down the stairs. That dopey Hufflepuff.” 

“Enough, Bellatrix. The world is different.” 

“Clearly,” mumbled Bella, almost disturbed by the vehemence in her sister’s voice. 

“Trixie, shut up.” 

Bella swallowed down the lump that was starting to form in her throat. She watched her sister as she murmured the spells, focusing on her eyes. In anyone else, she wouldn’t have noticed, but she knew Andromeda better than she knew herself. Or at least she used to. But there were tears in Andromeda’s eyes and as always, that broke Bella’s heart. 

So she sat dutifully silent. 

“There. Try not to touch your face for the next hour or so, but it won’t scar.” 

“Thank you, Andy.” 

Andromeda patted her cheek. “It’s been a long time since I had to patch you up.” 

“Probably for the best.” She tried to smile, but she was sure it appeared more like a grimace. “I don’t know what’s happened between us in the past thirty years, but I am so glad to see you. Everything, everything since I woke up here has been so strange and unfamiliar. No one will tell me anything. McGonagall is trying to figure everything out and then, did you know Aunt Walburga’s elf works here? Kreacher, the nutty one?”

A crease formed in Andromeda’s brow. “The one who wanted his head put on the wall?” 

“That’s the one. He works in the kitchen. Threw himself at my feet, wailing about not betraying the Blacks and blood traitors and mixed breed pups.” Bella chuckled at that. But Andromeda remained stonefaced. “I tried to talk to him, but they wouldn’t let me.” 

“Sometimes it’s better not to know, Trix.” 

Bella rolled her eyes. Andromeda was just always so careful. “I suppose the elf has always been nutty, but really, blood traitors? And Sirius and Reggie are both dead? Are they actually dead or did they do something idiotic like marry filth?” 

“Christ, Bellatrix. You just don’t stop do you?” Andromeda stood abruptly to her feet. 

Bella lept to her feet. “Christ, Andromeda?” She sneered mockingly. “What are you the blood traitor? Saying filth like that?” At 16, the Andromeda Bella knew would’ve backed down, trying to make peace with her sister. Apparently, the older Andromeda didn’t care for that as she advanced threateningly towards Bella. 

“Yes, Trixie,” she snarled, spitting out the childhood nickname like poison, “I’m the blood traitor.” 

Bella’s eyes went as wide as teacups, her heart dropping into the floor. Not her sister. She wouldn’t do that. What would their parents think of that? How was Andromeda still alive? “No, no, no.” 

“Oh yes,” Andromeda was mere centimeters away from her face as she spoke, “I married a Muggleborn. I’ve lived with a Muggleborn for almost thirty years. I had a child with a Muggleborn. Am I filth to you, Bellatrix?” It was as if Andromeda had torn her heart out of her chest. Bella was giving up everything for Andy. She was giving up her future, her freedom and Andy threw it all away for a mudblood? 

“You’re lying.” 

“I swear on, on,” Andromeda’s voice cracked painfully, “my daughter that I am not. I would never lie about this, Bellatrix.” 

“How could you?” 

“How could I be happy? How couldn’t I be happy away from the Blacks? Away from you and our father?” 

This is what Bella had always feared. Was she going to become her father? He had long been afflicted by a cruel madness. He was a sick bastard who loved nothing more than inflicting pain. 

“From me, Annie?” Bella curled back on herself, her eyes filling with tears. The oppressive blackness from before started pushing in on her vision. The screams started up again. “No! No! Get out of my head!” Bella clawed at her hair, trying to fight off the darkness. 

Andromeda’s eyes went wide and she stepped back quickly, assessing the situation in front of her. As Bella stumbled, Andromeda stepped forward to catch her. Andromeda cradled her in her arms, guiding them to the ground again. “Reste avec moi, Trixie. Je suis ici. Je suis ici. Tu es en sécurité. Je te promets que tu es en sécurité. (Stay with me, Trixie. I’m here. I’m here. You’re safe. I promise you’re safe).” Andromeda smoothed her fingers through Bella’s wild curls, moving on muscle memory alone. “Look at the stars, Trixie. Just look at the stars.” 

Bella desperately tried to find the stars, but the darkness kept coming. She tried to focus on the feeling of Andy holding her. It was all she wanted for the past few days, but Andy… Andy… 

“What’s going on?” Granger burst into the room, her wand in her hand. The girl was hazy, a mere figure in dark clothes, but it gave something for Bella to focus on. “Andromeda?” 

“Come here, I need you to help me stabilize her magical core.” Andromeda motioned for Granger to join her. The girl dropped to her knees, knocking into Bella slightly. 

Spots kept appearing in her vision and a bone deep cold settled in her bones. “S-s-so cold.” 

A look passed between Granger and Andy that Bella couldn’t understand in her state. 

They were speaking, but Bella couldn’t hear. There was so much screaming in her head. 

Then there was light around her body and she was floating, how long was she floating for? Hours, days? It felt like it would never end. 

And then there was darkness, but it wasn’t as oppressive anymore. It was more like a tight hug. Or the warmth when she and Andy built a blanket fort in the wardrobe, hiding from their father. Safe, warm, loved. 

“Bellatrix?” A soft, sweet voice was calling to her. She blinked slowly, light pouring into her vision. There was Granger, just like always, right next to her. “Hey there, just keep getting your eyes open. Almost there.” 

Granger was perhaps the most frustrating person she had ever met, but in that moment, Bella was so grateful for her. “‘Ranger, what happened?” 

“We had to stabilize your magical core. There’s some ancient magic attached to you.” 

“Annie?” 

Granger averted her eyes, which was all too telling. Bella may not remember the last thirty years, but she remembered the fight with her sister. “She had things to take care of at home.” 

“With her mudblood?” To her credit, Granger didn’t even flinch. 

“Bellatrix, both Andromeda’s husband and daughter are dead. She’s taking care of her grandson.” Bella’s stomach dropped. “She’ll be back in the next few days to look further into what’s happening to you. She’s the top of her field. She’ll figure it out.” 

Bella scoffed, “You don’t need to tell me my sister is brilliant. I know that, Granger.” Granger rolled her eyes. “I saw that disrespect, Granger.” 

“Yeah, what are you gonna do about it, Black?” Granger said with a chuckle, settling back in her chair with a book. 

“What’re you reading?” 

“Advanced Transfigurations Applications in Charm Building.” 

“Read it to me?” Bella hated how small she sounded, but she needed something not in her head. 

“Sure,” said Granger, flipping to the beginning of the book, “To understand any advanced magic, one must first look to the fundamentals of magic. Firstly, the external and internal magics…” 

“You have a nice voice, Granger.” 

“Just rest, Bella.” 

“‘s the first time you called me Bella, Granger. I think you like me.” 

“Don’t get used to it, Black.” 

But when Bella looked over at the other girl, she had a soft, almost fond smile on her lips. 

#bellamione #bellatrix x hermione #bellamione fanfic #hpfanfic #whwd* #** #lmk if anyone wants the rest posted on here i think only a couple chapters are up #:)

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there was a fic rec’d earlier this month, but i cant seem to find it now lol. could you please help? its where draco is stuck in a time loop and falls for harry during said loop and he gets an owl that remembers him through every time loop and he’s supposed to do a speech during a ministry funcion thing

Anon #2: Hi friend!! First i'd like to thank you for your work!! You enrich the fandom experience for all of us. I read the most amazing fics based on you recs! I'd also like to ask for your help! I'm looking for a time travelling fic but groundhog day style. Unfortunately I don't remember many details, but it was a very funny fic. Draco was supposed do give a speech but he's been messing with a timeturner, it's all I can remember. Hope you and your lovely followers can help me! ❤

I feel like it’s this one, nonnie :

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop [E, 70k]

It’s Potter’s fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It’s been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco’s getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he’s falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?★ H/D Erised 2014

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I hate it when I buy a book and I struggle to finish it... especially when it was previously my favourite in the series.

I breezed through Prisoner of Azkaban and I don’t think it was just because I’d read it before. I adored the plot- Harry finally walked out on the Dursleys, the return to Hogwarts was so suspenseful, there’s Lupin (who’s the BEST, I was gutted that he had to leave), CROOKSHANKS, Hagrid teaching, Buckbeak, Ron and Hermione’s quarrel- which was sympathetic for both sides, the timeturner, the Marauders, the humour, the twists, the foreshadowing, and Sirius Black! All of it was amazing and I was so excited to read Goblet of Fire.

So, in the GoF movie, we get the scene with the poor old gardener Frank, and then we cut to Harry waking up from his ‘nightmare’ at the Burrow. I know they probably used the Burrow as a starting point due to pacing. In the book, Harry actually wakes up at Privet Drive, worries about his nightmare and decides to contact Sirius. This is great!

But then he goes downstairs and sees Dudley, who’s been placed on a diet... which is just uncomfortable to read. Ron tries to call Harry on the telephone, which is actually funny, and the Weasleys come to collect Harry in the most wizard way possible. Mr Weasley calls Vernon and Petunia our on their horrible guardian skills (thank you, Mr Wealsey), and things start to get a bit better from there.

Harry goes to stay at the Burrow (Why he can’t just live there full time I’ll never understand- how can two horrible muggle guardians protect Harry more than the wizards family who clearly loves him?) and Hermione is there too with Crookshanks! And Ron has a tiny new owl called ‘Pigwigeon!’ Even better!

Then they’re all off the the Quidditch World Cup. It’s great that we get to see all the wizards camping and a lot of other students from Hogwarts!

The Quidditch game starts and... we get the Veela mascots for Bulgaria. I’m not a fan of them. Honestly, I’m not really a fan of Quidditch (but that’s coming from someone who isn’t interested in sports in general). I didn’t mind the previous Quidditch matches at Hogwarts as there was always something else happening with the plot at the same time. E.g. Harry’s rivalry with Draco or Sirius coming to watch Harry’s match.

But I just found the World Cup match to be boring whenever I wasn’t rolling my eyes at the Veela or feeling sorry for poor Winky the house elf.

Finally, I start getting into the story again when the kids return to Hogwarts. I managed to read up to the part where Alastor Moody makes his entrance-

Aaaaand then JK Rowling makes another tweet. *sigh*

I'll just keep trying to slog through GoF while looking wistfully are other fantasy books I could be reading.

#How do I tag this #I’d forgotten about Cho Chang #I can’t remember much about her other than she’s good at Quidditch? #Same with Cedric Diggory #And i also have to take Cursed Child into account because I read that too #Where Albus and Scorpio go back in time to try to save Cedric and meddle with the tournament #Argh #When does Sirius show up #And can we have more of Hagrid and Crookshanks

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