#*His dad is a muggle and mom is a witch*
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The lion, brave and might,
What is it that he sees,
When walking in the candle light,
Under the beautiful Christmas trees?
I am... sorry, what?
*Meech has to read the poem twice, thrown aback by the format. Somebody spent time writing poetry? For him? About... Christmas presents?*
We all know that it's the family members and sometimes friends that lay gifts under a Christmas tree. Uh, not lay, why did I say lay, you're not ducks or chickens...
*He groans and frowns.*
You get the idea. I don't have many friends and my family is rather small. Perhaps my parent will come visit but the kind of jobs they have are especially difficult this time of year. So if there's anything I'd wish to see under a tree this year, it'll be something practical. New robes, socks, sweater, shirt... Writing supplies, I am so short on parchment and ink... Listen. I don't even have a wand of my own, this one was just given to me by... er, my great aunt.
I don't have much. But I also do not need much. Do not worry about it.
#d. h.#asks#hogwarts legacy rp#hogwarts legacy mc#*For the lack of a better canon explanation and Meech actually not being allowed to really know*#*His parents are international spies who work in both muggle and wizard spaces*#*His dad is a muggle and mom is a witch*#*And if you're wondering why they are not helping Meech and his gramps with his late great aunt's debts and paying for things*#*It's that they have no actual idea*#*They pay for school and give money for school supplies*#*But most of it goes for living expences*#*And Meech and gramps cannot tell the truth because they don't want Meech's mom to get upset at her aunt's passing*#*They always come up with excuses*#*Truth does come out year 7 and that's when Meech has to seriously start studying*#*But I like having him a poor peasant for rps*#*Meech is also terrified that his mom might start digging into his great aunt disappearance and find out that it was Meech's fault*#*And since Meech has no idea what he did that night he is terrified that he could've actually been the one to kill her*#*Sorry it's a bit heavy hahah*
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THEO NOTT: DATING HEADCANONS
A/N: Theo is practically irrelevant to the HP series and almost entirely fan made, so this is just how I characterize him. Anyway, here’s my second favorite boy (right behind Tom).
His reputation doesn’t mean as much to him as other pure-bloods and Slytherins, so you being in a different house or being a half-blood/muggleborn isn’t going to deter him from wanting to be with you.
Will not introduce you to his father if he has any say in it, ESPECIALLY if you’re anything other than a pure-blood.
Might be hesitant to introduce you to his friends because if they offend you he will not hesitate to confront them about it, but would rather not get into a fight with his friends if he can help it.
Would 110% fight another witch/wizard over you. Typically just hexes them, but if another wizard takes it too far he’s more than willingly to fight the muggle way.
Controversial: doesn’t smoke that often, only once a day after classes end, but always invites you. He likes to hear you talk about your day, doesn’t matter how “boring” you thought it was.
Lover boy through and through. You are this man’s everything.
You once mentioned that your father used to write your mom love letters and how sweet you thought it was. So for the next 2 weeks Theo gave you little love notes throughout the day everyday.
He’s on the quiet side, so you’re the one carrying the conversation usually, but does chime in to make sure you know he’s actually listening.
Doesn’t come from a loving family, so will greedily eat up any kind touch/word you give to him.
Absolutely melts if you make/buy him any type of jewelry. He has so much money and could afford the most expensive jewelry the wizarding world has to offer, but would choose the cheap beaded bracelet you made him instead any day.
The type to do self-care with you. Face mask? Cool. Manicures? He already has a color picked out. Need help with your hair? Just tell him what to do.
Like everyone he is still human and does have negative traits.
Theo knows he is witty and has a sharp tongue when provoked and he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. So he’d rather you be angry that he’s not taking the conversation about how you feel seriously than hurt your feelings.
Theo wishes he could say he trust you completely, but his upbringing has left him with trust issues. There’s always a little voice in the back of his mind saying you’re going to fuck him over or leave him one day.
Tries his best not to listen to it. But can’t help but read into your every move, so if he gets suspicious of you that’s when the petty side of him comes out.
It pretty much consists of him accusing you and bringing up things you’re insecure about / struggling with.
Only stops if you walk away or as soon as he sees your tears.
Will apologize, but his apologies are a little on the awkward side, so they feel insincere.
Controversial (again): not kinky in bed, he’s actually fairly vanilla. The kinkiest thing this man does is fuck you from the back. Is willing to experiment though if you really want him to.
Uses typical pet names on you: babe/baby/love. But if he’s looking to tease you he calls you ‘princess’.
Father/Marriage bonus:
GIRL DAD!!! GIRL DAD ALERT!!!
Almost threw up when he first held her because of adrenaline and fear of accidentally dropping her.
Is pretty hands on, helps in any way he can when he’s not working.
Spoils his daughter to hell and back. No one tells his little girl ‘no’.
Married you a few years after your daughter is born. You two had been together since your years at Hogwarts, but the both of you wanted to take it slow as you were both still young. When you got pregnant it was honestly an accident, and once the baby was born you were so wrapped up in being new parents that marriage wasn’t crossing either of your minds.
#anyway#my pookie deserved a list#I love talking about this man#theo nott#theo nott x y/n#theo nott x you#theo nott x reader#theo nott imagine
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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader
Word Count: 4.3K
Warnings: none
Prompt: You meet Sirius and Regulus at a family vacation in the Caribbean, but things don't go as planned and you end up losing contact once the trip is over. Years later your family moves to England and you get accepted at Hogwarts where you finally meet Sirius once again, along with all of his friends. One of them with a mysterious secret, that you'll uncover as you embark on your own Hogwarts adventure.
Chapter 1: Summer Breeze
2 years ago - Summer 1974
Every summer holiday, your parents would take you on some elaborate vacation to a different place. This summer was no different from that, except that they’d contacted some of their old friends in England to plan a trip together. Your father was set on making you more fluent in English and had the brilliant idea to force you onto making some English friends.
While you weren’t too excited about spending your summer with a pure-blood family, since your mom had not-wizarding grandparents, you decided you were not going to be a snob and actually try to make some friends. Your parents never told you that the Blacks didn’t know about your mom’s ancestry though, especially after your great-grandmother made a huge effort to hide that side of the family when the racist stuff started getting worse. It wasn’t a secret to you, only to the rest of the world.
“Are you ready sweetheart?” Your mom asked, looking stunning in her white beach dress.
You closed your suitcase and nodded, walking towards her and your dad in the centre of your living room. You stood in a circle and in the blink of an eye apparated in a completely different place. You were in the middle of a giant Lobby, looking straight toward the front desk. It was an open space, there were fountains in the centre and large logs of wood holding a stunning ceiling with floating balls of some wood-like fibre, you could hear the waves crashing onto the shore somewhere in the distance. It looked elegant yet rustic at the same time. On the side of the Lobby, a metal plate spelled
Mayan Occultum Hotel
The #1 Hotel for Witches and Wizards in the Caribbean:
Costa Maya
Followed by 5 shining golden stars that spun around every couple of seconds. Your father had his head up and looked around to try and find his old friends.
Sirius had been dragged to this. While to anyone a vacation in the Caribbean might sound like a dream, to him it was no other than an absolute nightmare, not because he disliked the beach, in fact, he quite fancied the idea of spending some time relaxing under the sun after the finals, the issue here was that he wasn’t going with his friends, no James, No Mooney, no Wormtail. No, he was on a FAMILY vacation, which meant he’d have to spend like 2 weeks locked up in a hotel in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of people that hated him. He threw in as many muggle-like clothing items he’d gotten from Andromeda into his suitcase, just to spite his parents and hopefully keep the other wizard family, the one that had the brilliant idea to invite his family to the hotel to come along with them, at bay. He was not interested in making new friends, he was not interested in talking to any that were of his parents at all. After all, they probably would be no other than a bunch of Slytherin snobs.
By the time his mother called him down to the chimney to travel through the floo network, he’d even made sure to add in a pair of Doc Martens to his suitcase, the most punk thing he had gotten his hands on thus far, all thanks to Moony who’d showed him how to order things from a catalogue. He was wearing a leather jacket, ripped black jeans and a pair of Converse shoes, not a very beachy outfit, was it?
When his mom saw him she almost ordered him to go back upstairs to change but Orion said they were late and basically pushed Sirius onto the chimney. He was the first to arrive, Regulus was next, with a very suitable wizard attire, his parents had come soon after.
Once your dad spotted Orion among the crowds he went straight to greet him, your mom followed alongside him and you lagged behind just a bit.
“It’s wonderful to see you again, Orion, you look as dashing as the last time we met,” your father said.
Orion chuckled lightly “I could say the same about you Silas! This must be Avis,” he said as he turned into your mother “I remember as if it was yesterday when you wrote me that you’d found the love of your life.”
Now it was your father who chucked “Walburga,” He nodded towards her, she set her hand out and he gave a courteous kiss. Had they forgotten to tell you were meeting royalty or something? Your parents were rarely this formal with his friends.
Regardless of the odd formalities, you stayed behind them as they caught up, “These are my children,” Orion said pushing forwards two boys, one dressed as a wizard and one with very muggle-like clothes, “This is Sirius,” He pointed at the taller boy, “and this is Regulus,” he said pointing at the smaller one.
Up until then Sirius had maintained a disagreeable face but had been polite enough to your parents so as not to seem like an ass, at least they weren’t overly dressed, they looked like a normal family on vacation, not like they were going to the queen’s wedding at the beach. But his expression changed when your mom moved to the side and he saw you for the first time.
“This is my daughter, (Y/N),” Your father said, placing a hand on your back and pushing you just slightly forward.
“You’ve got yourself a beautiful young lady, Silas, why have you been hiding her behind you?”
“Our (Y/N) is a bit shy,” Your mom excused.
“Just like our son,” Walburga said as she placed a hand on Regulus’ shoulder, with a huge suspicious smile growing on her face. You would’ve taken a step back had it not been for your father’s hand still on your back, Sirius noticed. He’d straightened his back right after you appeared in his field of view, he almost felt self-conscious, of his outfit (probably because of how hot it was), of his hair, he hated feeling that way, but there was something about you, he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Curiosity, it had to be that. He was curious about you.
You responded with an awkward smile, by then your father was already pulling Orion toward the front desk to check in.
“So (Y/N), What year are you in?” Walburga asked, you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was, in a dangerous sort of way, sharp features, a smile that even if it looked kind, hid something behind it. Like a mermaid luring you in before she drowns you, you thought.
“I’m starting my 4th,” You replied politely, trying to hide how intimidated you felt while talking to her.
“Oh,” she said, sounding almost a little disappointed “Like Sirius.” Had she said her child’s name with disdain or was it just your imagination? Perhaps it had something to do with the way the boy dressed.
“I’m sure they’ll become great friends,” your mom said looking at you, then at Sirius and then back at you.
Walburga nodded but did not look very happy with the idea of you making friends with her older son. Regardless, you’d been interested in talking to the boy the moment you spotted him from the distance, he looked like the vocalist of a rock band. If it had not been for the fact that your parents introduced you to him, you might have lived on assuming he was some sort of celebrity.
In the midst of the awkward silence your father and Orion came back. Your father smiled towards you, almost apologetically “Sweetheart there is an event for couples on the other side of the hotel, Orion and I thought it would be good to spend some time there to catch up, would you mind exploring the rest of the hotel with the boys?”
Well, there goes your family vacation, makes sense after all, your father had been looking for an excuse to move back to England for a while, maybe he’d talk to Orion about the ministry jobs available, Orion did have the politician look going for him. You forced a smile “Not at all Dad, it’ll be fantastic to get to know them,” you hoped that did not come out as ironic as you meant it. Although Sirius' snicker from behind gave you the impression it was not like that.
Your dad handed you and the boys a map each “We’ve enhanced them, that way we can always find you.”
Your smile only tightened but you kept it until they were out of sight. Once you made sure they were far enough you pulled your wand out and murmured “incendio,” causing your map to slowly burn itself, you let it drop once the fire was too close to your hand.
“Did you just use magic? Aren’t you 14?” Regulus asked with a frown.
You turned to him with a smile “There are many qualified wizards around us,” you responded opening your arms to gesture at the amount of people surrounding you “Besides, this hotel is part of the Occultum line, anyone that has studied at least until year 2 is permitted to use magic–” After hearing this words Sirius used incendio to burn his map as well, you raised your eyebrows towards him and then continued “–that’s why my parents picked it, they wanted me to spend some time practising spells for the next year.”
Regulus only settled his map on a nearby suitcase that was soon sent flying away, presumably towards its own room, proving how unnecessary the magic you’d both used had been “I heard there was an orchestra at noon, maybe we can go there?” He suggested.
“Sure, I guess…” You said before grabbing a pamphlet that mentioned all the activities the hotel had going on that day, but one seemed a tad more interesting “What about his one tho?” You said pointing at something written on the paper.
“A muggle movie screening?” Regulus asked with a grimace, Sirius, on the other hand, seemed a lot more interested in it.
“Let’s do that! Sounds fun!” Sirius decided, took the pamphlet from your hands in an action that would’ve been rude had he not done it with such grace, and started walking towards the direction the pamphlet indicated.
“Not sure Mom and Dad would like that,” Regulus argued as the two of you followed, lagging behind Sirius only slightly.
“Of course, they wouldn’t,” You agreed with him, but caught up with Sirius soon after “Regardless, dear Reg, is not like they’re going to know, we all got rid of our maps.”
His frown didn’t leave his face even after he caught up with you, walking by your side, instead of his brother’s. Weird, you thought.
“And don’t even think about telling dear mommy and daddy about it Reggie!” Sirius warned.
Regulus didn’t fancy how quick you’d gotten comfortable with giving him a nickname, regardless he decided to go with it, it was probably better to stick to Sirius to make sure he didn’t cause some mischief that would have the three of you grounded for the rest of the summer, or your lives, whichever came first.
The three of you arrived at the “cinema” area quickly enough. “Well, even if the movie is bad, the experience will be authentic.”
“You’ve been to a cinema?” Asked Sirius impressed.
“Last summer while I was in New York,” you explained, “very similar to this one, ‘bit more run down.”
“And your parents allowed you?” Asked Regulus, almost judging.
“Perhaps they would’ve If they’d known,” you replied with a mischievous smile.
The three of you walked to the stall and asked the lady attending to give you 1 large bowl of popcorn and three butter beers. The lady grabbed a large bucket and threw some kernels inside it, followed by a block of butter and a sprinkle of salt, she then murmured “calidium.” Hot air started coming from her wand, heating the kernels and having them pop in front of your eyes.
You leaned in closer to Regulus and whispered “They didn’t have that in the cinema I went to.”
The lady continued with her task and started serving the butter beers when Sirius decided to speak up.
“What’s the sorting hat popcorn?”
“You spin the thing, and a block of candy will come out, we add that to the corn before popping and when it does, it becomes sweetened popcorn with the colour of your house, it’s inspired by the Hogwarts sorting hat,” She explained.
He nudged you, “You should try it, see which house you’d be in if you studied with us,” He said with a smile.
“That’s ridiculous, random candy cannot be as wise as the sorting hat,” Regulus complained.
You shrugged “Seems like a fun deal,” You said, walking towards the fun-looking machine and spinning the wheel. A dark block of candy came out and you handed it to the lady. After she performed the same spell as last time, minus the salt, the popcorn started to pop, turning into different shades of grey, gold, green and silver. You turned to the boys “Which house is that?”
“Seems like you’re in between,” the lady replied. “The popcorn is not as accurate as the sorting hat I’m afraid.”
“In between what?”
“Slytherin–“ started Regulus.
“–And Gryffindor.“ finished Sirius, the air seemed to tense up in that minute and you just had to do something, so you threw your fist inside the bucket and grabbed a couple of them, popping them in your mouth.
“Who cares? I highly doubt I’ll ever be in Hogwarts anyway,” You said as you grabbed one of the buckets and your mug of butter beer. “Can I also have some of those?” You said pointing toward the every flavour beans, the lady nodded and handed you a box.
“The movie starts in 15 minutes,” said Regulus after looking at the time in the giant magical clock.
“Excuse me, what’s a magic projection?” You asked the clerk near the door.
“It’s the movie, but with special magical effects, like things that come out of the screen and several other effects, it’s immersive,” he explained and you nodded, definitely not like the muggle cinema you’d been to before.
“I didn’t know such a thing existed.”
“It’s a program in development, a very talented new-maj called Drey started bewitching films just 2 years ago, they became very popular in the industry, and this is one of her newest projects.”
Before Regulus could open his mouth Sirius spoke “That sounds fantastic! Can we walk in already?” He asked with the most charming smile you had ever seen and after the clerk nodded he dragged you both inside.
“I’m still not fascinated by this idea,” Regulus complained.
“Don’t be such a party popper Reg,” You said, throwing a popcorn at him. He brushed it off his coat and started looking at the ads on the screen.
You then threw one in the air and caught it with your mouth, it’s something you’d seen muggles do in the theatre you had been to last year.
“Shoot one,” Sirius said, you shot a popcorn and he’d easily caught it, he then winked and motioned for you to send another one. You did, but the third time you grabbed an every flavour bean instead, he also caught it and bit on it with ease, grimacing right after.
“Treason!” He said after forcing it to go down his throat “I demand her head!” he added while exaggerating his expressions in a very Alice in WonderLand Queen of Hearts-like attitude, then he relaxed again “That was awful, and no warning either!” You just laughed in return, “no wonder the popcorn wanted you in Slytherin” he said, Regulus rolled his eyes.
“What flavour was it anyway?” You asked, to drive the conversation away from the house topic, which clearly was a sensible one.
“Your mom’s,” he replied. After understanding the implication of his answer you gasped and playfully hit him on the arm “Sorry, sorry, It was something like sewer water or something, one of the worst I’ve had in my life.”
Regulus looked at the box and then at you “You want one too?” You asked politely, while there seemed to be some kind of tension between the two boys, neither of them seemed particularly evil, or mean, if anything Regulus was rather shy compared to his loud brother, almost like he did not want to get on the bad side of his parents, something Sirius didn’t really seem to care much about. He quietly nodded to respond to your question and you shot one towards his face, it unfortunately didn’t land on his mouth and fell to the side. He was about to call it off but you didn’t let him. “It’s ok if you don’t get it the worst I’ve had in my life.”
“Peaches,” he replied with a smile.
“Unfair,” Sirus said as he crossed his arms and took the box from you “It’s your turn.”
“I’m terrible at catching with my mouth,” you warned, but he threw one at your face anyway. It landed on your eye, thankfully you closed it first.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” He said, grabbing your face with his two hands to check if you were ok. Did he not know about personal space? “You OK?” He was so close you could smell his breath, it was minty and fresh, despite having had popcorn already.
“Yeah, I’m good,” you said, shaking him off and picking the jelly bean from your shirt, where it’d fallen after attacking you “Got fast reflexes,” you said before popping it in your mouth, you grimaced.
“What was it?” Regulus asked.
“Lime I think, it was very sour,” you said, turning towards him “Guess you’re the lucky one between the three of us.” Regulus smiled awkwardly as a reply and then the screen turned on.
A lady showed up on the screen “Welcome, witches and wizards, this is the newest rendition of the magical cinema series. Welcome to this incredible adventure in which you will face a terrible creature, the dangers of the sea and the world as told from a muggle perspective. There will be a lot of water, hope you brought your bathing suits.” She disappeared shortly after and then the titles started rolling in.
It was actually a beach movie, funny when you remembered that the beach was just a minute's walk away from where you stood. And it was definitely NOT like an ordinary muggle film, there were splashes of water in your face, things crawling on your seat, smoke, smell and even the shark would get out of the screen and swim all over the room. It was thrilling, to say the least.
When the move was over the three of you were soaked, the boys had their fluffy hair clinging onto their faces as you walked out of the theatre. But they also looked happy, Sirius was thrilled, unsurprisingly, but even Reg seemed at ease, even if he had gone to a “muggle thing”.
“We should go see the beach now,” Sirius said.
“Just hope Larry Vaughn is not the mayor here,” you responded and cracked a laugh from the two brothers.
The three of you then walked towards the beach area, there were lounge chairs with umbrellas on top, some beach beds and a stand where you could ask the house elves to bring you different special drinks. As you were sitting down in one of the chairs you overheard some wizards passing by. And you couldn’t help but to be enthralled by their conversation. Regulus was sitting by the end of the bed, looking wearily at the sea and Sirius was taking off his jacket and laying it on the back of the bed for it to dry with the wind, he was rocking a David Bowie shirt underneath. “Hey (Y/N) do you want anything from the–“
“–Shhhh,” you said as you gestured for him to listen to the conversation as well.
“Yeah, the ziplines were amazing, it’s fantastic the hotel counts with muggle transportation all the way to the parks,” one of the wizards said.
“Do you think we should go again,” asked the other one.
“No, Mom said we’d go to the ruins tomorrow, something about magical vestiges or whatever.”
That’s when you stood up “Hey!” You said with a smile “Sorry, we kinda overheard you talking about the… what did you call them? Zip lines? We were wondering what park you were referring to.” You really could be charming when you wanted to.
“It’s Xplore,” one of the boys replied.
The other grabbed his backpack and handed you a brochure “I took this one from the park, maybe it helps,” he said with a bright smile as well.
“Thank you, you’re a darling,” you said before going back to your beach bed, sitting on the side, next to Sirius, Reg was still sitting on the end of the bed, but he clearly did not like where the conversation was going.
“You even got them to give you a brochure?” Sirius mused.
You shrugged and set it on the centre of the bed, opening it up just to realise it was in Spanish.
“Reg speaks some Italian,” Sirius said motioning towards his brother.
“I’m not translating any muggle propaganda.”
“It’s NOT propaganda,” you argued, “regardless I came prepared,” you said as you took out your wand, waved it and whispered “tradussere.” The letters of the page started changing and soon enough it was all in English.
“I thought you needed to speak the language to be able to do that,” Reg said.
“You do, and I can only manage to make it last a couple of minutes, so we better hurry,” you replied.
XPLORE
Jungle adventure park with zip lines, amphibious vehicles, whitewater rafting and underground rivers.
Prices start at $1500 MXN
Experience a true adventure on your trip to Mexico by flinging through ZIP lines, swimming on underground sacred rivers and riding amphibious vehicles in the Mayan rainforests.
On the brochure, there were also photos with people wearing climbing gear and helmets. People swimming in dark but beautiful cabins, it really looked like an adventure-filled experience.
You and Sirius gave each other a look after reading “WE HAVE TO GO,” you said to each other at the same time.
“No, we don’t HAVE to do anything,” said Reg “In fact, we CAN’T.”
“Come on Reggie, it sounds super fun,” you argued, trying to convince him.
“Mom and Dad would kill us before letting us go,” he reasoned with Sirius “You don’t need to make things worse between you and them.”
“I do, especially if they act like racist bastards,” Sirius bit back defensively.
“Sirius,” Reg said with pain in his eyes, clearly he cared about his brother, but Sirius seemed to be too pissed off to even consider that.
“I…” you thought about it for a second “They don’t have to find out…”
“What?” Reg asked, turning his face to you.
“We just have to pick a day that’ll be very busy for them and go then, one with many activities. Besides I’m sure my father and yours are just so eager to catch up that we won’t see them much this summer…”
“I’m not gonna do it,” Regulus said with conviction “It’s a terrible idea, you shouldn’t do it either,” You were far too excited to notice the fear in Regulus' eyes, had you been more observant, maybe the mess you’d get into later could’ve been avoided.
“Clam down Reggie, it’ll be in and out, they’ll never find out,” Sirius reasoned, “We need to be perfect in picking the day,” he said turning towards you.
Regulus denied with his head and pulled a book out of his bag as you and Sirius continued planning your escapade.
You’d be in charge of the money exchange process since you already had done it before and knew how the entire process worked, Sirius would make fake muggle passports for the two of you, so you could get rid of the parental signs and age requirements they ask for in the park, Regulus, as he’d said before, would stay, but he’d make sure to cover for you in case you parents started looking for the two, he was still against it, but you had convinced to at least do that for you.
After days of careful planning, the opportunity finally presented itself, your parents would have a very busy schedule with some magical presentations happening at the hotel and the three of you would have the day to yourselves.
“So… tomorrow, we have everything?” You asked Sirius.
He nodded “Fake passports, the money, the bus that’ll take us there. We’ll depart at 7, the park opens at 11 because it’s a Tuesday, but we’ll be dropped off at the city and from there, we have to take a taxi or something to get to the park.”
“Perfect.”
“You know, you can still call it off,” said Regulus, peering from his book, “At least consider it tonight.”
The two of you turned towards him, every time the subject came up, Regulus would say something similar “It’ll be ok Reg, just promise you’ll cover for us,” you pleaded.
He took a deep breath but turned his face towards you and nodded unconvinced “Just be very careful, you don’t know how angry our parents can get.”
You took that as an exaggeration, after all, Sirius had played it as such for the longest time. You couldn’t have been more mistaken. You should’ve listened. But the idea of a day full of adventure next to Sirius was just too intoxicating for you to pay attention to the alarm system activating in your head, after all, the minute you’d met Walburga you’d known something was wrong with her.
“We’ll be fine, Reg, stop acting like a chicken,” Sirius said, diverting your attention again.
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Dozed Off - Harry P. x Reader
You arrived at Kings Cross station, bags in hand. The crisp Autumn air flew through your hair. Your knuckles were white, strongly grasping the handles of your bag.
You see your friend, Hermione, standing with her parents, speaking with another Hogwarts student.
“Granger!” You call out, standing on your tippy toes so she can see you better.
“Oh my goodness, Y/N!” She responded, her face lighting up. She runs to you and wraps her arms around you. You set your bags down and wrap your arms around her as well. “How was your summer?” Hermione asked, helping you with your bags. “Not long enough, surely. I actually packed so last minute I didn’t get much sleep.” You admitted, chuckling to yourself. “You really should do better with your sleep schedule, Y/N, sleep is your brains best friend-!” Hermione went on about how I can help my brain.
You then see another familiar face, Harry Potter. You and Harry never had classes together, so you never had much conversations even though you've known each other for years. He greeted you and Hermione. "Has Ron arrived yet?" The boy with the messy black hair asked. Hermione shook her head. "No, not yet, Y/N and I were just talking about our summer, how was yours?" She asked.
"Oh, you know- brilliant, the Dursley's are always the best family to be around." Harry said sarcastically. Hermione frowned. Harry waved it off. "It's fine, Y/N, how as your summer?" Your head perked up.
To tell the truth, Harry Potter always had you in awe. He was fearless, intelligent, and charismatic; characteristics you felt attracted to. "oh, it was- you know-" You stammered. Hermione gave you and ornery smile. She knew. Before you could finish, Ron Weasley, your red-haired and freckled skinned friend came running to your group.
“Hermione! Harry! Y/N!” He exclaimed, giving you all a group hug. “How was your summer?” Hermione asked Ron. “It was fine, mostly playing Quidditch with Fred and George.” Ron smiled.
“Well, I’d love to stay and chat, but Ron and I have to sit with the Prefects on the train, we will see you two once we get to Hogwarts.” Hermione politely explained, grabbing Ron by his arm. Ron rolled his eyes. “Hermione I just got here-“ he started to argue, but she was pulling him away. I chuckled as the pair bickered.
“Well then, would you like to sit with me?” Harry asked, pushing up his glasses awkwardly. “Sure, sounds good.” You said, unable to keep eye contact. Harry was very handsome, he had grown into his looks quite a bit. He had gotten a haircut, although his raven hair was still messy. His glasses were taped together in the middle, and his skin was fair. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green.
Both you and Harry boarded the train, and found a compartment to sit at. “So, Y/N-“ Harry started as he put both yours and his luggage above your seat on the shelf. “We’ve never talked much, have we?” He asked. You shook your head. “What was your childhood like?” He asked. Deep question, required some thought.
“Well, my moms a half-blooded witch, my dad is a pure-blooded wizard, so it wasn’t a surprise when I levitated for the first time.” You chuckled. Harry’s eyes shined, he took a seat next to you. “What’s it like growing up in the muggle world?” You asked. Harry shrugged. “Kinda boring compared to the magical world. I’m sure it wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t living with the Dursleys.”
You and Harry talked for about an hour about your childhoods, embarrassing moments, and funny stories. Your eyelids started to get heavy. “Godric. It’s been a long day.” You yawned and stretched. Harry was tired too, he took off his glasses for a moment to rub his eyes. “I suppose this has been a long train ride. You’re just very entertaining I haven’t noticed.”
You blushed, “Why thank you, golden boy.” Harry’s lips curled into a smile. Your eyelids were getting heavier, and you felt yourself getting more and more sleepy.
Harry’s POV:
Y/N’s head was swaying left and right, until I softly pushed their head onto my shoulder, which then fell into my lap.
They were out like a light, very quietly snoring. I chuckled to myself. Why have I waited so long to get to know them? My hand gently went through their hair. I had a small bag on the floor next to my feet, with a quilt. With my wand I swished and flicked and the quilt unfolded itself and softly covered Y/N; leaving their head on my lap.
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My Favorite Girl || Sirius Black
Summary: Sirius Black(if you don't mind) or Aaron Hotchner with a new girl that has a cochlear implant. At some point it could be damaged and they learned sign to surprise her!
A/N:I didn’t specify which sign language since all I know is ASL (American Sign Language) and after some reading I’ve learned that BSL (British Sign Language) is completely different! Almost as if they were two different languages which is fascinating. So, I didn’t want to butcher that! Also, we’re selectively ignoring the ‘muggle devices don’t work at Hogwarts’ rule, this does. Hope you enjoy. Very fluffy and extra sweet. As always, thank you for the requests!
Pairing: Sirius Black x Y/N
Word Count: 4.5k +
“What’s got you so nervous love?” Your mum wrapped her arms around your sunken shoulders. She’d spotted you sitting down at the edge of your bed just staring at the wardrobe looking rather glum. It wasn’t like you at all. You were the happy go lucky twelve-year-old that just got her letter to go to Hogwarts only a month ago. Your parents had known. A wizard came to explain that you were born a witch and what it all entailed. How the magical world existed and how you were now a part of it.
It was great and all until you the night before you were leaving for Kings Cross Station, to the Hogwarts Express for the first time. A witch came to collect you and your mom taking you to Diagon Alley. She was a representative from Hogwarts that helped guide first year muggle born students through the transition between the muggle world and the wizarding one. You understood when she handed you the list of things you needed. Half the supply list looked foreign, the books especially. What was transfiguration? Did potions really mean making potions? It was all too much all at once for you.
You knew you’d be going in far behind. There were other first years who grew up with magic like it was nothing. They were used to it, there was no novelty to it anymore. Not only did you have to overcome that, but you also had to overcome being the weirdo with a hearing impairment. The wizard that came when you were a baby even offered a healer to come take a look. The healer tried but said there wasn’t much that could be done. Magic can only go so far.
You’d grown up nearly deaf until you were able to get scheduled for surgery. You and your family had learned sign language to compensate until you got your cochlear implant surgically installed. After that you’d learned how to communicate through speech once you could finally hear. It was like learning an entirely new world. You loved it. How magical it really was to hear.
“Hello!” An overly excited black-haired boy smiled and waved as you sat across from him after getting sorted into Gryffindor. You weren’t sure if that was the best house, but it seemed like a decent one from the rumblings you’d heard on the train, “I’m Sirius. Sirius Black.” The long-haired boy named Sirius stuck his hand out for you to shake. How proper you noted.
You shook his hand gently while introducing yourself, “Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” You spoke quietly, unsure of the entire situation. How was it that yesterday you were sitting on the couch with your mum and dad in the muggle world and now tonight you were here? It was blowing your already overstimulated mind.
“It’s nice to meet you Y/N. How brilliant is this all?” He gestured to the magnificence of the ceiling of the Great Hall decked out in candles not even noticing your implant. It was impossible to see already due to the small size of it, especially when your hair was down like it currently was. Maybe you really didn’t have much to worry about. Maybe you could just be a normal first year like the rest of them.
You nodded excitedly suddenly so much less afraid, “It’s wonderful. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.” Your eyes scanned above you at the hundreds of candles that flickered above everyone, “Won’t the wax melt on us though?”
His eyes studied you as you fully took in its magnificence. He laughed at your innocent question, “Muggle born? They’re enchanted, it won’t drip on us.” He asked with genuine curiosity. Sirius had quite literally never met a muggle born witch. His parents forbade it. And they reigned supreme in every aspect of his miserable pure blood life.
You nodded suddenly a little afraid after heading the warnings from the witch who took you Diagon Alley. She told you there was a pecking order. Pure bloods were the cream of the crop. Half-bloods got some respect. And muggle borns were… less than desirable to the elite pure bloods. It also didn’t help that there wasn’t that many of you to begin with. It was far more likely for a witch or wizard to come from a wizarding family. You were already the small minority. The anomaly with a defect. How fun. Poor little British girl.
“Yes, I’m a muggle born.”
He grinned ear to ear, “Well, I’m going to show you everything I know. It may not be much but it’s something.”
“Really?” You leaned closer to him. He felt warm. He radiated warmth. His smile drew you right in. Sirius Black. You had a feeling you wouldn’t be forgetting that name for a long while. If not ever.
He nodded his head quickly, “Absolutely. You’ve got my word Y/N.” He wanted nothing more than to make friends. To fit in. Because he knew he was in for it the next time he saw his parents. He wasn’t too thrilled for the letter he was bound to receive in the next few days. An utter disappointment he was sure. He was a pure blood. He should’ve been in Slytherin. But that damn sorting hat had other plans.
Before you could respond a brown-haired boy with crooked glasses slid onto the bench next to Sirius, “Hi! I’m James!” He gleefully smiled taking in the other first years around him.
The rest was history. You fell into quick friendship with the girls of year one after the first few nights in the dormitories. Particularly Lily and Marlene. The three of you formed a trio quickly. It quickly felt like a big sleepover every night.
You’d also fallen into fast friendship with boys in your year too. Lily couldn’t stand them after James had taken a particular liking to her and never seemed to stop pestering her. Dorcas and Marlene thought boys were beneath them and never have them a chance leaving just you to form the friendship. If you weren’t with the girls you were with the boys. You couldn’t believe how nervous you were before getting to Hogwarts. Everything felt so easy and far too much fun for it be school. How lucky you felt.
“What’s that?” Sirius poked the top of your ear. Ah, it was about time one of them spotted the device on your ears. It’s been nearly two months into your first school year before he noticed. You’d gotten lazy and pulled your hair into a bun.
You found a rhythm with everybody. You’d grown close to Lily quickly, other than the boys that was of course. The girls knew about it within the first night. It wasn’t very easy to hide the device when you had to take it off and make sure it was charged. They were incredible with it all. They even learned basic signs so that they could talk with you if they needed to once you took them off. They made it easy, and you truly couldn’t be more grateful.
“It helps me hear.” You set down the quill that you were using to write your essay with. Potions, you had to write a damn essay on the history of some potions master. How dreadful. Slughorn claimed it’d give you all a newfound respect for the great art of potions making.
Sirius sat down across from you at the library table. Normally, he’d never be caught dead here. But he knew it was a Tuesday at six o’clock and you always did homework at the library then. He’d figured it out after a few months of getting to know you. Figuring out your structured routine quickly.
He genuinely liked you. You were far too sweet for the horrors of the wizarding world and the wretched pure bloods Slytherin. He’d tried his best to shield you from it. You didn’t deserve the snide looks and comments you’d received. Hell, no muggle born deserved it. But he could still see the saddened expression on your face when a Slytherin boy would yell ‘filthy mud blood’ across the square right at you. He saw the hurt that crossed your features before you bravely put up a wall trying to ignore it. If there was one thing he knew within the first few months of knowing you was that he’s never felt so protective over anybody. Not even his own brother. It’s like he was bound to meet you. Bound to shield you from the hatred you didn’t deserve.
“You’re hard of hearing?” He didn’t realize how goofy he sounded using such mature language as a twelve-year-old until he saw your goofy expression making fun of him. You were cock eyed and wondering why in the hell he sounded like your grandpa. You’d both laughed quietly not wanting to get kicked out by the ornery old librarian.
You nodded slowly, “Always have been. Birth defect not even magic can fix.” You sighed wishing that you’d have been the exception. But no. Your ears were too damn deformed to get to work right. Magic couldn’t create a new cochlea. It could only attempt to fix what was there. So, it was muggle medicine you needed. It was muggle medicine you got.
He got up from his seat quickly plopping down in one next to you. He leaned over inspecting the apparatus that fit right to your ear, “It’s muggle?” He asked curious about the whole thing. Why hadn’t you told him? Had he not made you feel like a friend? Were you embarrassed?
You nodded careful not to hit him as you turned your head back away from his view, “Yeah. It’s called a cochlear implant. Uses vibrations or something to help me hear.”
He nodded moving away from your ear. Giving you your personal space back, “Makes you look cool.” Sirius nudged your shoulder seeing your unease surrounding the conversation. If there was one thing he was a pro at it was picking up emotion. Coming from such an emotionless family he had to know how to read anything. Pick up on anything. It was his only survival mechanism he learned in such a soulless upbringing. He noticed how you stiffened up when he asked about it. How you got seemingly uncomfortable within an instant like he’d just found out your deepest darkest secret.
You laughed softly, “Hardly, I’d say.”
He shook his head, “Trust me. It’s wicked. Makes you look part robot.”
You shook your head with a bright smile across it. You didn’t know what he was doing but you sure did enjoy it, “Is that really a good thing?”
He nodded, “I say so. And that’s really all that matters.” Giving you that signature Sirius grin you looked at him curiously. He was so different than any of the other twelve-year-old boys his age. It made you wonder about him. Wonder what his story was.
“Sure Sirius. That’s all that matters.” You shook your head as laughter bubbled out of you. He always got you smiling and laughing. A pro at turning any situation right around.
“Hey, you said it.” He tossed you a wink before ruffling your hair and running off. As quickly as you’d grown in your friendship with Lily your friendship was exploding with Sirius. The two of you were tied at the hip.
Your first year ended with you not wanting to get off the train at Kings Cross. You gave each of the boys and girls the biggest hugs before finding your parents. Promising to write them throughout the summer. You made sure to give Sirius the longest hug of them all. He was your comfort. The one you ran to when you needed help. A bond had formed your first year with the boy. A bond that you’d hoped could never be broken.
Fourth year was brutal. The Slytherins went all in on the bullying. Especially his cousins. You were now the filthy deaf mud blood freak. They targeted your implant because of course they did. They were bullies. Mean, evil people that picked on you because it bothered Sirius deeply. You seemed to be the things that got him worked up the most. Unlucky for you that you became their prime target of harassment. Lucky for you that Sirius was now essentially your bodyguard.
It bothered him so much he launched a full-on assault on the Slytherin common room and dormitories. The marauders, as they now called themselves, left you out of this one knowing you would tell them it was a step too far. Even Remus didn’t think it was too far. Not after the nasty insults he’d heard thrown at you earlier in the day. They’d seen you like a sister now. That protective nature was spread across all the boys. When you were hurt, they were hurt. And they weren’t the kind to stand by. Not these boys.
So, they snuck in using Polyjuice Potion, rigged the place with exploding dye and waited. They sat outside the hallway grinning ear to ear when they saw the entire dormitory explode out the dungeon door. Each person coated in hundreds of different colors. Unfortunately for them the dye wouldn’t wash off for a week. Not that the marauders cared. Not after they hurt you. Remus only felt a twinge of guilt for the Slytherin’s who didn’t partake as they were just casualties of the bigger picture.
You eyed the marauders the next morning after seeing almost all of the Slytherins coated in dye. Sirius only tossed you a wink before turning back to James. That was all the confirmation you needed. Even if you didn’t necessarily approve of the prank you knew you were loved by them. Those boys loved you dearly and you loved them just as much. It was moments like those that made you feel more than lucky with the friends you’d found here. You’d never cease to count your blessings.
Seventh year didn’t start out too wonderful for you. You’d woken up in the middle of the night having to use the restroom. Without much thought you’d taken the implant and placed it on your ear. You knew better than to take it off the charger when it wasn’t fully charged. The damn thing malfunctioned when it didn’t get its way. Muggle medicine wasn’t the most reliable at times.
What you didn’t expect was for the thing to completely break. A loud noise pieced your ear before you heard nothing at all. Shit. One side seemed to be working but the other was dead silent.
You turned on the running water only to hear muffled silence. Fuck. This couldn’t be happening right now. You walked down to the common room to take a better look at the device without waking any of the girls up. You sighed when you read the clock on the wall, five in the morning. This is just what you wanted to be dealing with at this hour.
You broke down into a soft cry feeling overwhelmed by the situation. Why now? Why after years of never having a problem with the usually amazing device did it decide it wanted to malfunction. You let a few tears fall before patting you face dry. You needed to focus. How could you fix the transmitter? You pulled it off the top of your ear along with the processor and microphone to make sure everything was working right. The only problem was it looked like everything was working right. All the usual lights were on. You felt the inevitable headache coming on strong from the sudden imbalance in hearing.
Panic began to bubble in your chest. Was something wrong with the device that was implanted in your ear? More tears fell as you let the anxiety of the situation consume you. You still had your other ear that seemed to be working fine. But nothing sounded right. Everything was muffled.
“Hey,” You felt a cold hand clamp down on your shoulder sending you nearly flying off the common room couch.
“Jesus Sirius.” You gasped unsure of how you actually sounded. Everything was muffled and hard to hear. It’s like you could hear but you couldn’t decipher without the other ear working. You saw his lips moving but you could vaguely make out what he saying to you. Trying to read lips was difficult with such low light coming from the always glowing lanterns that were scattered about the common room.
Even more panic began to rise as you realized you really couldn’t hear that well without the device working. Shit. You’d have to go home and have a muggle doctor look at it. You doubt any magic would work on a vibrational contraption.
Sirius saw your red laced eyes and the recent tear streaks that went down your saddened face. His expression downturned at the sight. He’d always loved you. But it wasn’t until recently that he realized he was devastatingly in love with you too. For the last seven years you’d been at his side, like James, through thick and thin. Even though you weren’t an official Marauder he’d considered you one. He made sure the guys included you in on everything. Even if it pissed James off. Sirius didn’t care. He simply adored you.
You didn’t give a damn about his name, Black. You’d started Hogwarts too naïve to know how scandalous it was that he was sorted into Gryffindor with the group of first years. It wasn’t until Remus gave you the run down about the sacred eight families that you realized how shocking the entire thing was. It didn’t deter you though. You’d treated him all the same. And he loved it. You kept him grounded. Even through the myriad of women he went through, you always were there for him. You always would be. Even if you couldn’t have him as a boyfriend you decided a long time ago you’d always be his best friend. No matter how hard it could get. And it got hard. Specifically, when all you wanted was for him to hold you in his arms, but he was hung up on another girl. That was heartbreaking.
You pointed to you ear and then the pieces you were holding in your hand. You mouthed, ‘I can’t hear you.’ You didn’t want to speak. It didn’t sound right. You couldn’t tell if you were whispering or yelling. The loss of hearing disrupted your reality significantly.
He turned his head unable to read your lips. He grinned ear to ear knowing he could try and communicate with you through sign language. Ever since you’d shown him the cochlear implant your first year he’d slowly learned. He was determined to learn sign language. Especially since you told him it was your first language. The one you were most comfortable in. You never needed to use it though, so he’d kept it in his back pocket.
Before he could respond though you’d already written on the back of an old flyer sitting on the coffee table reading, ‘It broke. I can’t hear.’ You pointed to the pieces of the device in your hand.
He nodded walking over to you slowly. It was now or never. He went for it. He signed, “Can I look?” He was probably going to sound like a child communicating knowing he never actually practiced with anyone. He never told a soul. Not Peter, Remus, or James. It was his little secret. Something he wanted to keep to himself. Between the two of you. Something special the two of you could share.
You nodded just in sheer shock from witnessing him communicating through his hands. You handed him the pieces, not that he had a bloody clue what he was looking at before looking up to you.
You were wearing a small smile. The pools of tears that were there moments ago had seemed to vanish in an instant, “When did you learn?” You asked back hoping he’d be able to read as well as he was able to speak it.
Should he tell you? He knew if he did that he’d be crossing the line. That friendship line that he’d been teetering with you for the last school year. It wasn’t his fault he was so blind before. But he felt too late. Like you’d both go off and do your own thing and never see one another again. You only had seventh year left. That was it and then you were off. It didn’t seem possible to him. He didn’t want to hurt you. That was the last thing he wanted to do.
That’s how he knew he loved you deeply. He’d rather not pursue you in the chance that it could hurt you. He was usually the selfish one. This was perhaps the least selfish thing he’d ever done. And it hurt him, his lack of action. He was always the doer. He never waited. He got what he wanted. But you? You were worth the wait. Even if he had to wait another twenty years. He’d do it. He loved you. Loved you so hard.
But on the other hand, what if he was hurting you by not telling you? What if he just needed to make it your decision? He was tired of playing it coy and distracting himself with meaningless dates and disappointing one-night stands. He let his hands move without thinking much more, “First Year.”
Your mouth dropped just slightly as you registered his words, “Really?” You asked after a moment of consideration.
He nodded his head minutely at the state of shock on your face. Shock turned to gratitude. Gratitude turned to more tears rolling down your face. Happy tears. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back for you.
It was hard just being his best friend. Even though you’d decided so long ago you’d always be there. It was so difficult always hearing him go on and on about damn near every girl within a grade of the group. You’d have to sit there and listen about how he’d impress them to get them into bed. It hurt but you’d learned to ignore it. It was Sirius. That was all. He was your friend and nothing more. You could wish and pray and hope all you’d liked but it never seemed like it could happen.
But this? This was beyond your wildest imagination. He’d went out of his way to learn sign language… for you? You knew it wasn’t easy. You spent countless nights crying when you were growing up because you couldn’t understand it. But he’d learned it. Just for you. Only you. That was love.
The tears that spilled now weren’t of the frustrated kind from earlier but of that overwhelming sense of love. Of such a divine happiness you didn’t think you’d ever receive. But here you were eyeing Sirius with all the love in your heart. He’d learned a damn language for you.
He walked over quickly brushing the tears away from your face. Taking a step back he signed, “What’s wrong?” Before engulfing you in the warmest hug you’d probably ever received outside your mum. You’d completely melted into him feeling his all-encompassing warmth. And for a moment you’d forgotten about the broken implant. You just felt so euphoric.
You shook your head wiping away the last bout of happy tears, “Nothing. Thank you.” You signed back at him. You wanted that hug again. That warmth. You wanted him.
“You’re my best friend. My favorite girl.” He didn’t really know how to go further but you nodded in understanding. You’d realized he’d do just about anything for you. Best friend. God how you wished it could be boyfriend though.
This time you’d pulled him back into that hug. Giving him a big squeeze. You were surely going to go over the deep end if he didn’t reel you back in quickly. It wasn’t often that you’d let your emotions get the best of you. But when you felt and heard that painful noise and then nothing it sent you into a spiral of emotion.
After you let him go he rubbed your shoulder gently, “Let’s go talk to…” he trailed off not sure how to continue. He mouthed ‘McGonagall’ hoping you’d get what he was talking about. You nodded in quick agreement. If there was anybody who would know what the hell to do it was her.
“Thank you.” You signed once more before the two of you went to go wake the older witch.
His smile could really change the trajectory of any day. You savored that beautiful grin that rarely came out so fully. Instead of responding he simply wrapped you back into him for the third time in as many minutes.
This time he held you for so much longer though. Held you tightly in his arms almost afraid to let you go. He felt so fucking dumb for not realizing what he had right in front of him. How incredible you were to him throughout the years. How you were his person. James was his best friend for forever. You were his person though. You were it.
He rubbed a gentle hand down your back utilizing the height difference to his advantage. He smiled warmly when he saw the visceral reaction you had from him touching you. You seemed to simply soften into his embrace. He’d certainly make a note of that. He was very much enjoying the position he’d found himself in with you. Holding you tightly to his chest.
He was always so bold but the thought of kissing you seemed to paralyze him. He’d have to take it slow just for his sake. He didn’t want to make a complete fool of himself. Sirius knew that you wouldn’t give a damn if he did though. You’d seen him though it all. Been there with him though everything. Every high you experienced with him and every low you comforted him. He couldn’t say the same was reciprocated and he wanted to slap himself for that. It was a miracle you hadn’t given up on him truly. He’d never fail to count his lucky stars.
After the lengthy embrace he pulled apart. Brushing the straggling hair out of your face he nodded to the Head of Gryffindors chambers at the base of the stairs.
Sirius offered you a hand for comfort still holding onto the small devices ready to explain and translate for you to McGonagall. Happily accepting his offer, you placed your much smaller hand in his. The way he looked at you sent a shiver down your spine. You knew he loved you in that very moment. You knew you were in for a very exciting lifetime with just that look alone. Oh, how you couldn’t bloody wait.
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OPPOSITES ATTRACT | TOM RIDDLE X READER | SERIES
PAIRING: Tom Riddle x Reader, Mattheo Riddle (Tom's younger brother), Voldermort is Tom's dad.
SYNOPSIS: Tom and Y/n grow up at Hogwarts together, but what happens when Voldermort finds out who Y/ns parents are?
WORD COUNT: 760
WARNING(S): none yet, just a met cute between Tom and Y/n, Mattheo is a year younger than Tom so he's not mentioned yet.
AUTHORS NOTE: Literally stumbled onto Slytherin boys tiktok and became obsessed! so this story came out of it lol.
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SERIES MASTERLIST | HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST
It was a crisp and sunny morning at King's Cross Station as the students prepared to board the Hogwarts Express for their first year at the esteemed school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Among the bustling crowd of excited young witches and wizards was Y/N, a teary-eyed and anxious girl who had grown up in the muggle world but had always dreamt of attending Hogwarts. Her mother was a pure-blood witch, and Y/N idolized her, longing to be more like her mother in every way.
Y/N's heart was heavy with a mix of excitement and fear as she hugged her mother goodbye. It was the first time she had been apart from her for an extended period, and the thought of being on her own in the wizarding world was overwhelming. She wiped away a tear and whispered, "I'll make you proud, Mom."
Meanwhile, a short distance away, Tom Riddle stood with an air of confidence that was unusual for an eleven-year-old. He was nothing like his father, a cruel and abusive man.
Tom had no desire to follow in his father's footsteps, and he had spent countless hours in his father's extensive library, teaching himself magic to escape the dark legacy of the Riddle family.
The platform was a flurry of activity, students hugging their parents and excitedly chattering with friends.
As Tom made his way to the train, he noticed a young girl crying in front of the bathroom door. Y/N had locked herself in, tears streaming down her face, feeling the crushing weight of leaving her mother behind.
Tom raised an eyebrow, slightly annoyed by the display of emotions.
He had always prided himself on his emotional detachment. He had mastered a few spells from his father's library, and he didn't hesitate to use one to unlock the bathroom door. As the door swung open, he barely noticed Y/N inside.
Startled, Y/N looked up at the stranger who had just entered the bathroom. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and sniffled. "Who are you?"
Tom didn't bother to introduce himself. Instead, he replied, "Crying in here won't change anything. You're going to Hogwarts, whether you like it or not. Cry somewhere else."
Y/N's eyes welled up with fresh tears at the coldness of his words. She had expected some kindness or reassurance in this new and unfamiliar world, not this. Tom's unsympathetic attitude only made her sob harder.
"You don't understand," she stammered between sobs, "I've never been apart from my mother. This is all so new and scary to me."
Tom didn't have time for such sentiments. He turned to leave, muttering, "Figure it out, then," and he stormed off to find his compartment on the train.
Y/N watched him leave, feeling more alone and lost than ever. She wished her mother were there to comfort her, but she had to face this new chapter of her life on her own.
Tom Riddle, the boy who seemed to have it all together, had just shown her a harsh reality of the wizarding world – not everyone would be kind and understanding.
As the Hogwarts Express chugged along, Y/N continued to cry in the bathroom, hoping that she would eventually find her place in this magical world and prove herself to her mother.
Tom Riddle, on the other hand, began his journey with a determination to distance himself from his father's legacy, unaware of the profound impact he had already made on the teary-eyed girl locked in the bathroom.
Next Chapter (Coming Soon)
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masterpost of fics
Harry Styles:
SNL (Harry Styles X Famous!Reader)
Citrine (Witch!harry)
Sweet as Honey (boxer!harry)
parts: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18.
Heal (wolf!harry)
mute!harry
7 missed calls (car accident)
historical au (farmhand)
prince!harry
witch harry and yn
baseball harry
harry erectile disfunction
secret pregnancy trope
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
stepdad!harry not being legal guarding of r kid
single mom r
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teen dad
fairy!harry
Spencer Reid
period stain
police officers check out pregnant yn
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sr and r kids set them up
sr and r exs, they have a kid
r is witness, dating sr
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regulus black
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r and reg live with serious during war
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steve harrington
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sh going crazy for boobs
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omega steve
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misses you
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Rotations
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Battison
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I have a request!!! I've had this idea rattling around in my head for a while. I've tried to write it, but I keep getting stuck!
So, essentially, the idea is Reader x George where the reader's dad is a vampire who got cast out of the vampire kingdom and found the love of his life, the reader's mom, a witch. So the reader is part vampire, part witch. I can't decide if I want the reader to be more powerful or less powerful than a regular vampire due to the magic that's also in her veins. I want the story to be focused around George catching Reader drinking a bag of blood sent by her parents and asking about it! Reader is defensive until she realizes that George isn't being rude, just curious. Then it's really fluffy about Reader opening up about how hard it is to not share her real heritage with her friends!!
If you don't want to do this, that's totally okay, I just can't stop thinking about it and I think you'd execute it really well!!!!!
As always, much love!!!!!
Sanguine Moon
Thank you for sending in such a fun idea!💗
George x fem dhampir!reader, platonic with the possibility of something more
Warnings: mentions of drinking blood, a few curse words
~•~
Y/N waited until she was alone before pulling out the bag of blood wrapped neatly in the package that had arrived this morning. Sighing, she undid the cap, wishing she hadn't forgotten her special drinking glass at home during her recent visit. She detested drinking from a plastic bag. There was just something so uncouth about it. If she had to drink blood, Y/N reckoned she could at least do it with a bit of style.
Oh, well. There's nothing for it now.
"Bottoms up," she muttered to herself and gracelessly upended her weekly ration. She'd barely gotten a taste when the door flew open. "There you are, Y/N! I was looking - " George froze, eyes wide as saucers as he took in the scene before him.
~•~
Y/N lowered the bag, wiping a trickle of blood from her chin. Dammit, how could I forget to lock the door?
"Um... is that what I think it is?" George stepped toward her, his stare focused squarely on the object in her hands.
"I don't know," she attempted to cover the bag. "What do you think it is?"
"It... um... it looks like blood," George stammered.
A million retorts raced through her head, each more ridiculous than the last. So she went with the most mature thing she could think of. "So, what of it!?" She snapped, jutting her chin out.
The redhead blinked, taking a tentative step toward her. "I didn't mean anything bad by it. It's just that it's not every day you walk in on your friend drinking blood, you know?"
"Oh. Right," Y/N's face burned a bright vermillion. "No, I don't suppose you do."
An awkward silence settled over the room. "So, uh," George began, moving to sit beside her. "Are you like a vampire or something?"
Y/N let out a long breath. No point in trying to hide the truth now. "I'm a dhampir," she said bluntly.
"A dhampir?"
"Half vampire, half human," she explained.
George's eyes lit up. "So, one of your parents is a vampire?"
"Yeah, um, my dad."
"And your mum's a..."
"Witch."
"Wow, that is so cool, Y/N!" George's mind whirled with a million different questions. "Do you have any special powers? Like turning into a bat, or super strength?"
"Ok, first off, vampires do not turn into bats. That's a myth muggles came up with to explain why some bats drink blood," she explained. "But as for the second one, I am stronger than the average human."
"Like how strong?" The corners of George’s mouth quirked up.
Y/N shrugged and took a sip of blood. "When I'm at full strength, I could carry the whole Gryffindor Quidditch team in one go," she confessed, then paused for a second, trying not to giggle at George's "deer-in-the-headlights" expression. "And I can see in the dark. Like no light at all, pitch-black dark." She took another sip. "Also, I can fly without a broom."
George's mouth fell open. "Seriously? Without an incantation?"
"Mhmm, since I was four years old." Y/N's apprehension had faded, and she was now openly gulping down the bag of blood.
"Could you, like, take another person with you?" George asked with a sheepish grin. "Flying, I mean."
Y/N smiled. "When I'm finished with this," she held up the half-empty bag. "Yes, I can." She then took another swig. "Would you like me to take you flying?"
"Hell yeah!" George grinned like a fool.
~•~
George held tight to her hand as they soared upward and away from Hogwarts. The warm air of late spring grew colder the higher they ascended. He was glad he remembered to grab his jacket.
"I never realized how relaxing flying can be," he commented. "Usually, when I'm up in the air, I'm either playing Quidditch or acting like an idiot with Fred."
"It's one of my favorite things to do. Sometimes, late at night, when I can't sleep, which is often, I'll come out and fly for a while," she smiled, then looked down. "C'mon, let's go down here. I wanna show you something."
She sat them down gently, making certain George stood steady before she released his hand. "What is this place?" He asked, turning around in slow circles.
"It's the ruins of an old muggle castle," Y/N said. "I don't know anything about it other than it's from the Middle Ages, I think. This turret is all that's left."
George nodded and peaked over the side, taking in the stone rubble that lay in heaps all around it. "It's a good place. Quiet. Away from people."
"That's why I like it. It's a good place to think or just unwind," she said, leading him over to a large wooden chest. "I brought this up here last year." Y/N tapped the huge lock with her wand, and it clicked open. "Here," she lifted the lid and pulled out a thick velvet blanket. "Lay this out. I'll bring the pillows."
~•~
They lay there watching the stars for a long time before George turned on his side and asked the question that had been burning in his mind since he discovered Y/N was a dhampir. "Does anyone else know your secret?"
"Only Dumbledore and McGonagall," she shook her head. "I don't think parents would be too keen on sending their kids to school with a half-vampire. I might go on a blood sucking rampage or something." She rolled her eyes.
George said nothing, but his mind wandered back to last year when the Headmaster hired Lupin to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts and the subsequent fall-out when it came to light that he was a werewolf. "I'm sorry you have to hide who you are," he said.
"It's ok. I've learned to play the part of a nice, normal human quite well," she gave him a sad smile. "But it just gets so fucking exhausting having to put on a show day after day. That's why I like coming here. I can take off the mask for a little while."
The redhead nodded. "And what about vampires?" He asked. "You don't have to hide from them, do you?"
"No," she sighed. "But my family isn't welcome within the sanguine community either. My dad was ostracized when he married my mum. Any vampire who takes a human partner is cast out for blood betrayal."
George rolled his eyes. "Gotta keep that precious bloodline pure. Fucking ridiculous."
"Yeah, it is..." Y/N exhaled a long suffering sigh. "But it's the law of the land. And it isn't changing anytime soon."
"Well, I, for one, don't care that you're a dhampir," George smiled and threw his arm around her shoulders. "And your secret will always be safe with me. I promise won't tell anyone. Not even Fred."
"Thanks, George," she leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You don't know how much of a relief it is to finally have a friend I don't have to hide myself from."
"Hey, what are friends for," he grinned ear to ear, a deep crimson blossoming across his freckled face. "If not to trust them with our deepest darkest secrets."
~•~
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Can't Help Falling In Love With You
Fred Weasley x gn!halfblood!reader
*written more towards fem side
*house neutral
Summary- Slow dancing to muggle music on Valentines Day with Fred.
Warnings- fluff, cheesy romance, idk what else
You opened up the record player you brought from home the last time you went to visit your parents; your mother was a witch while your father was a muggle. The decided to raise you in the muggle world until you were of age to receive your letter to Hogwarts.
Your parents had kept all of your old vinyl's which you were very happy about, your dad said he wanted to just donate them or give them to you grandma for a yard sale, but you mom talked him out of it.
"So how does this work?" Your boyfriend asked over your shoulder,
You picked up an Elvis vinyl out of the case, skimming through the songs until you found the one you were looking for. "The vinyls are made out of a type of glass, and when it makes contact with the needle the music come out of this here speaker, to dumb it down."
He nodded, pretending to finally understand what you were telling him, you used to listen to the album all the time when you were younger, so you had all of the grooves memorized. You pressed the button for the record to start spinning then put the needle around the middle of the record.
"Wise men say, only fools rush in,"
You hold out your hand for him to grab, you pull him in the middle of the room and start swaying along with the music,
"But I can't help falling in love with you,"
He starts spreading kisses along your face, causing you to let out a small giggle, he grabs your lower back the dipping you, you thought he was going to drop you for the fun of it, but he instead pulled you back up, pulling you towards his chest.
"Shall I stay? Would it be a sin,"
You start to take in his cedar scent, besides from the music everything was silent, Fred and George had closed the shop up early because George had a date, and the two of you decided for a long much needed break.
"If I can't help falling in love with you?"
You held onto his shoulders, fiddling with his shirt sleeve, gazing out the window at all of the couples walking by the window while they leave Diagon Alley, most of the girls holding chocolates and teddy bears.
"Like river flows, surely to the sea, darling, so it goes,"
Lights in the other stores began to go out, the owners walking outside to lock them, some stores, like the twins' store, had an upper level, so as each of the lights went off another set came on.
"Some things are meant to be,"
He brushes pieces of your hair behind your ear, holding his hand firmly against your head. He let go and grab one of your hands, pushing you back and spinning you around, the pushing you back once more to spin you into his chest, making you laugh out loud again.
"Take my hand, take my whole life, too,"
You took your back away from him and turned to face him, "Happy Valentines Day, love." He said to you, kissing your forehead. "Happy Valentines Day, Freddie."
"For I can't help falling in love with you."
I love Elvis
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DP x HP Crossover Prompt
Okay so I don’t know why I need this but I do and have been thinking about it a lot.
There aren’t that many fics where Draco and Danny are brothers but I am so here for it. Hear me out. Not twins per say , a couple years apart and Danny is most likely younger. Listen…
Danny stolen as a baby, hired by someone who lost much in the war and wanted to give the Malfoy’s what they ‘deserved’. As a way to teach then a lesson the hired kidnapper decides to leave them with muggles, but not just any muggles, witch hunters. That’s right, the Fentons continue their ancestors work of hunting the supernatural, specifically witches.
Due to some spell or artifact, Danny is unable to be tracked and the Malfoy’s are forced to believe their second son is dead. It isn’t until their son’s name is written on the envelope for his Hogwarts letter because magic. Danny is eleven and Draco is in his fourth year.
The Malfoy parents, Severus Snape who is also the boy’s godfather, and a Ministry official all go to the address on the letter and find the Fenton’s. As a whole they are not impressed with the Fenton parents or their eccentricities.
They establish they are there to talk about the boy that lives there and the Fentons are confused but sure “oh you mean our son Danny!” Both of the Malfoy’s and Snape sneer at the plebeian name which of course the Fentons don’t notice.
They call him down and Danny slows to a stop as soon as he looks over the ‘guests’. Because yes he’s made friends with the local clockmaker who is kind of a grandfather to him and is a squib. He confined in the older man about the weird things that happen around him sometimes and Clocky has answers and explains about magic. Danny knows that these people are wizards and witches. Was this about his Hogwarts letter Clocky told him he should be getting? Do they know what his parents do for a living?
Narcissa and Lucius on the other hand are staring at this boy in recognition. The coal colored hair and jawline were unmistakably from the Black side of the family. The straight nose and body shape however came from the Malfoy side. A perfect mix of both parents.
Introductions are made and they can see the understanding in the boy’s eyes when Snape says he’s the potions master at Hogwarts. The Fentons don’t catch it, but they were studying the boy with hawk-like attention.
“Potions?” The large Fenton asks suspiciously.
Before they can start explaining why they were really here, the boy, their boy speaks up nervously.
“He means chemistry! They call it differently because Hogwarts is a special school,” he lies without remorse.
Yes, this was their son.
“Special school? Like for gifted students?” The woman Fenton clarifies.
Danny glances at them anxiously.
“Yea! Like that.”
The parents don’t ask him how he knows about Hogwarts even though this should be his first time hearing of it. Instead the woman turns to them in confusion.
“Then why did you ask for Danny? Did you mean our daughter?”
“Oh! Jazzy-pants is super smart, already reading college books I tell ya!”
They don’t notice Danny’s face crumble and his confidence wither right in front of them. Narcissa wanted to tear these people apart for being responsible for the bright light in his gorgeous crystal blue eyes dimming in self-doubt.
“Actually, it is different than you are thinking, we are wi-“
“Mom, Dad, did you tell them what you do?” Danny interrupts urgently.
“Young man-“ the Ministry official continues.
“That’s a great idea, Dann-o!”
Which leads to explaining they are witch hunters and they all just stand there processing what they were just told and figuring out how to go about this. And they look at Danny who gives them a ‘see?’ look that explains the interruptions. He was protecting them.
Oh he was definitely their son.
Danny eventually goes with them because duh and he finds out the name he was born with.
“Corvus? Like the constellation? The crow?”
Narcissa is so proud of her son, he already knows the stars and the story to his name.
There are some bumps in the road with Draco and him getting along, and yelling at Lucius for mistreating the elves because they have feelings too, and adjusting to wizarding life in general.
Danny (Corvus) mets Tucker, a squib who was kinda in the same boat as him with learning this whole world, and Sam, a pure blood witch who’s parents were both Hufflepuffs but her grandmother is a seer and she might have inherited that gift.
Danny on the other hand seems to have gotten a gift from his mother’s side as well. Necromancy. Thus starts their adventures of skirting around the professors to learn magic for each of them that are not encouraged. Danny with necromancy, Sam with her seer abilities, and Tucker finds an interest in runes and arithmacy.
Don’t know about an actual plot but I think the idea could have potential. It’d also be funny if all three of them get sorted together in either Slytherin or Hufflepuff. And Draco trying to be a good brother, has warned him about a bunch of things before going to Hogwarts, one of them being Harry Potter and the golden trio. The first time Danny and his friends meet the golden trio, Ron makes a comment about him whether it’s about him being another snake or another Malfoy. Danny just blinks and they just look at each other.
“My brother was right about you. You guys are bullies.” And walks passed them, Sam shoulder-checks him and Tucker gives them the stank eye.
“WHAT”
Draco just being fiercely protective of his little brother he thought was dead. Danny being the baby of the family and the parents actually trying to do better to make him happy.
I just really enjoy this for some reason.
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Steddie Hogwarts Au?
I need someone to take the internet away from me.
I have massive writers block, but my brain also has this stupid- stupid idea I don't have the energy to write between My two WIPs- but god.
My Non-binary ass is truly trying my own patience at this point.
The massive urge, to write a Steddie Hogwarts Au???
(Fuck JK Rowling)
But it's- like, not through the years, and it literally doesn't involve the actual cast of HP, because fuck that- that's boring.
Yeah Dark wizards, but more like Dark forces kind of thing.
Tw: Child abuse, child death (unnamed child)
Anyway-
Stevie- Born into a very rich, pureblood family- all Slytherin's or Ravenclaw's. At least on his father's side, his mother is French and she went to Beauxbatons-
Steve's got a, King Steve thing going on- Quidditch chaser, and he's good at it. He's the top of his class in Charms but not really anywhere else, and he's is a perfect. (so I'm thinking 6th year-) He's the third year and under "whisper" the younger years flock to him, it's on the down low. But he's really good with kids. Crying because of Tests? You miss your Parents? Steve's got you, just quietly and out of the way.
Eddie is a half-blood, father is a muggle, and his Mom is a Witch. Her line of families jumps from houses to houses, no real lineage to uphold. Wayne was a Gryffindor. (That's not important to the story, but it's important to me)
Eddie is the guy to go to if you are in need of something. He'll walk you to class if someone bothering you, he still stands on the Tables in the great hall at Lunch. It's a commonly know thing that if anyone needs anything that Eddie will help without asking too may questions. No matter what house. As long as you aren't a bully. (there is asshole tax, but he respects the grind)
Steve is a Slytherin (Hang in there with me please. I promise I'm not a lunatic)
Eddie is a Gryffindor (That's a brave boy, he's a reckless boy, and a man with a lot of courage.)
I haven't fully figured out the like semantics, lore and general details- because I'm desperately trying to refrain from writing anything.
But I'd say 5th or 6th year- (6th or 7th for Eddie) Steve's brutality attacked.
It's in a Muggle Village within a few hours of walking of the Harrington Manor- and Steve goes down there when he needs to get out that house, with a pocket full of Muggle Currency and no Wand. When his Dad is pissed off and not above hexing or cursing his own kid. When his Mother is passed out drunk in the sitting room.
He always gets the same thing, Hot Chocolate from the little family owned Café that's better than any house Elf could ever make- The Woman and her wife adore Steve and he hasn't had to pay since he was 7. He always leaves the amount in the tip jar.
Walks to the candy store two fronts down, and buys whatever the little group of kids pressing their hands all over the window out front whatever they want with what's left over in his pockets.
Like he always does.
Might be The Party, might be just a group of Muggle children. It's not even a magical attack. It's not an attempt to kill the heir to an incredibly wealthy house. It's just some muggles who took offense to Steve's and a group of little kids existence.
However it does maul up half of his face, his ribs and his hands. The blunt force trauma of the attack leaves him with little of his hearing left.
The assault almost kills him. (Despite his attempts to keep the angry attention all on him. It does kill a little boy, Steve sees his head split open on the pavement every time he so much as blinks.)
He doesn't talk much either after. Little things, yes or no- but that's about it. And that's far in-between. He won't tell anyone what actually happened, or at least can't.
Anyone who wants the story has to get it from the Muggles who looked on in Horror- and the man who called emergency services.
Both his parents had already written him off as useless before- but not even more so.
When he returns to Hogwarts for the School Year, he's basically been abandoned and shunned by the rest of the pureblood peers in his house and in the other houses. His friend group wasn't restricted to one house, but all of them leave him when it's clear he's a shell of a human being and can't use him to further themselves in Wixen society.
not when he can hardly hear and refuses to talk.
They come back to school, and Steve ends up "The Outcast" A worse Fate than Eddie "The Freak" Munson.
It doesn't help that Hargrove who before hadn't liked Steve but they had the same friends- but they kept mostly to themselves- just steps to kick the dog while it's down. Tells Steve loudly, and aggressively that his "Pretty face and pretty words couldn't save him. He was taking his crown." Pushes him around, mocks him, all but bodily removes him from their compartment on the Train.
It hurts more when no ones says anything about it.
A lot of the kids from years previous are unnerved by his appearance, and the next set of first years are terrified of him.
And that's only the Train ride, the carriage ride (he can see the thestrals now), and Welcome Feast.
By the time they get down to the Dungeon and under the lake to the common room- The Castle refused to let him in. He's left stranded in the chilled hallway, and no one cares.
He doesn't know where his trunk is, his things, and his Cat even are. Steve bathes in the Perfects bathrooms as is his right with his position, Sleeps in fits. In History of Magic, and sometimes empty classrooms between his classes, and homework. Uses quick cleaning charms on the robes he wore when he first arrived.
Steve see's it as his atonement for letting that little boy die.
Eddie's actually the one to notice somethings far more wrong that Steve just being traumatized. The younger boy was completely withdrawn and almost totally ostracized from his house and no matter how many other students attempt to reach out. Eddie watches as they are all treated with a almost hostile kind of fear.
Slytherin and Gryffindor share History of magic. 5th, 6th and 7th years took it together, (staffing issues) so Eddie watched more than once as Steve's pale, scarred up face- develop even deeper bruises under his eyes.
It's a sudden thought, one that he makes on his own and without talking to anyone about it- not even thinking to owl his Uncle for advice. That he was going to befriend Steve Harrington, and make sure the dude actually got some fucking sleep.
It takes weeks, Eddie walks him to and from Classes whether the younger boy wants him to or not when he realizes that, the reason there's been a lack of bullying in the younger student body is because almost everyone has been targeting Steve.
He keeps a notebook within that he only ever uses to talk to Steve with. Takes in stride every single little giggle he can pry out of the others lips. He celebrates Steve making noise in response to him talking in the privacy of his dorm room.
Steve sits with him at lunch, and sometimes breakfast if he can find the boy before classes start. He's a strike of green among Red. The Gryffindor's take to Steve slowly but fall in line with Eddie glaring over his shoulder.
Gareth tells him that he's Harrington's guard dog one day, and Eddie takes that in stride too. Steve needs a guard dog with the way Hargrove looks like he wants the brunette 6 feet under.
It's halfway through October when Eddie realizes that Steve can't get into his own common room.
He beats himself up over it for the rest of the year too- because he notices that there's a roughly done patch on Steve's robes sleeve- and Eddie hates that it takes him almost a week to recognize the same spot.
See, Eddie made the patch. Because it was Eddie's fault that Steve ripped a hole in his robe anyway. They'd been walking along the edge of the Forbidden forest, Eddie talking, Steve laughing. (he was pretty, with or without the scars- Eddie was all but tripping over himself to see that smile. No matter how weak it was)
Steve had tripped, because Eddie had knocked their shoulders together. Ripped up his robes, and scrapped up his arm. Eddie was quick to clean that up first, he hadn't liked the way Shell Steve had come back at the sight of the blood covering his skin.
Eddie took the cloak when they parted ways at the Great Hall after dinner. Steve had been hesitant, but handed it over. He returned in after staying up for far too long with a patch of soft green cloth. Eddie knows he could have repaired it with magic- but, there was something in watching Steve's whole face light up at the sight of it.
At first- Eddie had just thought Steve had just really liked the patch, that Eddie had fixed it. But then the weekend came, and he realized for the first time. That he hadn't seen Steve out of uniform the entire time so far. And that the washing day had passed and Steve was still wearing the same clothes.
He waited a week, the same.
Eddie had no idea what he was supposed to do. Steve clearly wasn't being either allowed in the common room, didn't have extra clothes- But, other signs pointed to other things.
That Steve couldn't get in the common room. Broken quills, lack of notebooks, the change of clothes- the same robes. How he always slept in History of Magic when Eddie knows before that the other didn't. They'd shared the same class for awhile now.
Eddie hates, hates that he doesn't bring it up to Steve- but he knows enough now that Steve would just ignore him on the subject, and blow him off and hide for weeks.
it had happened about something before-
So Eddie went to his Head of house for the first time since 1st year.
Steve's pulled from all classes for two weeks, he's not even on the castle grounds. Eddie looked, and Eddie asked.
When Steve comes back, he looks a little healthier, and he comes back in Hufflepuff yellow. Eddie smiles wide when he slips onto the bench at his elbow, stares at the new soft looking sweater under his robes, and the pants with yellow thread.
His eyes find the green patch on the sleeve. Leans over and presses a kiss to the youngers temple.
It doesn't magically get better. Steve still doesn't talk, he talks some now, short sentences 2 or 3 words at most. (his longest so far is 6 words and Eddie kissed him on the nose for that one, right on a scar).
But only with Eddie, and eventually with Robin- a girl in Hufflepuff who attaches herself at Steve's hip and declares herself his bestfriend.
They don't start officially dating until just after Yule either. Eddie kisses him in the middle of the Great Hall after Steve gives him the biggest laugh he's heard out of the other since the beginning of the year.
There's bad days, and worst days, but the good days- the good days make it worth it. School is hard, on both of them. Its harder when Steve returns from Yule with less words than when he left. It's hard when Steve sometimes finds himself sleeping in empty classrooms out of mindless habit.
It's hard when sometimes all Steve can think about is drowning, can see the boy whose name he doesn't know, but his body he can never unsee.
It's hard when Eddie graduates.
It's hard for the both of them knowing that Steve will have to go back just one more time.
Steve Stays with Eddie and Wayne over the summer between his own 6th and 7th year- only goes back to his parents the first week and arrives on their doorstep at 12 in the morning with tears running down his face, his trunk and cat in hands and never goes back.
Eddie works in a small bookstore, and Steve joins him when he finally graduates. They both learn Sign Language, for days when Steve is completely non-verbal, and because it's easier on his brain.
And Eddie loves him.
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I clearly thought about this far more, than I had wanted to. And Now that I've written it down I have even MORE Ideas.
This was counter productive to my plans of just spitting out the idea.
I was just-
"Traumatize Steve Harrington who doesn't fit in his house anymore and the castle just pushing him out- and Steve seeing that as a "this is what you deserve for failing to protect a child who didn't deserve to die- this is what you deserve for not being fast enough, for being too stupid to bring your wand-" and not as a.
"This house won't help you in your journey anymore,"
but when has magic ever been like, straight forwards. And then ofc Eddie's here. :)"
This was far longer than I thought it was, I'm so sorry-
I'm emotionally invested in this Au now- Damnit.
#steddie#steve harrington whump#steve x eddie#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things au#Hogwarts au#hoh steve harrington#stranger things magic au#liv is losing their mind#hurt steve harrington#I am mean to my favorite okay-#steve harrington#eddie musnon#steveddie#Eddie munson whump#selective mute steve harrington
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HP FESTS: Dreomione Fest (Part 1)
Dreomione Fest 2022:
Secret Moments, Crowded Room by slytherindiaries - E, WIP - Theodore bloody Nott is who Hermione has to share her dorm with for all of Eighth Year. In the first few hours since living with Theo she’s learned that for one, the handsome, dark-haired Slytherin is a relentless flirt. And two, where there is Theo Nott, there is Draco Malfoy.orWhere Head Girl Hermione Granger learns that Head Boy Theo Nott is a flirt and a meddler and is dating Draco Malfoy...and they want to date her too.
Transfer Student by SarahFraser - E, WIP - Ilvermorny student Hermione Granger is expecting to start her seventh year, but instead her mom is shipping her off to live with her dad and his wife, Lily, and her step brother, Harry. Needless to say she's unhappy about it and not expecting much of a good year. Enter two hot bisexual Slytherin boys.
Treasured Skies by sobsinashell - E, WIP - Draco Malfoy was a student during the Wizarding War. Now a professor at Hogwarts, the threat of war rises again with the return of Lord Voldemort and he fears for the safety of the students, particularly a Muggle-born Gryffindor witch and her Slytherin wizard.
A Surrogate Story by SarahFraser - E, WIP - There was only one thing in the world that Theo Nott couldn't give his husband, and that one thing was a baby. With the help of his co-worker turned friend, Hermione Granger, the dream that had been slipping away finally became possible. And when she appeared in his home, Theo is quickly faced with the realization that maybe he needed more than just her friendship.
In The Wake Of Things by Stein048 - G, one-shot - A bittersweet one shot, where Theo loses his memories.
Out of the Dark by greenappleofhiseye - M, one-shot - Still reeling from the war, the 8th years are blindsided when they face a house resorting upon their return to Hogwarts.Amidst dealing with their grief, Draco, Theo, and Hermione are still facing unresolved demons as they navigate this new world. Could they be what each other needs to crawl out of the darkness?
Scents & Insensibility by Ceilidhchaos, SarahFraser - E, one-shot - Theo Nott and Hermione Granger were made into werewolves in an Auror operation gone wrong post-war, resigning from their Ministry positions after they discover they are mates, and they live a quiet life in a cottage deep in the forest, until Hermione runs across Draco Malfoy in Diagon Alley and discovers that she has a second mate. Chaos ensues.Includes Art by Roseheira
Snake Lords and Wolves by Ceilidhchaos - M, WIP - Hermione Granger is sorted into Slytherin in 1991.Twenty years earlier, Sirius Black was also sorted into Slytherin.Canon Divergence.Main Pairing: Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott/Draco Malfoy
Revenge Beckons by Ceilidhchaos - E, WIP - At the end of Freedom Calls, Hermione, Draco and Theo were living safely in their castle in the Carpathian Mountains after an especially blood soaked escape from Azkaban. Hermione had just discovered that she was expecting the triad’s first baby. Her nervousness about being a new mother found a place of fixation, keeping her baby safe by making sure the people responsible for her partners going to prison were punished…appropriately.
Salvation and Ruination by KiraAnn (Know_It_All_2008) - E, WIP - Draco and Theo meet the Dark Lord's Daughter. She's nothing like they expected her to be.
Drawing Conclusions by swishand_fics - not rated, WIP - It just so happens that the shop comes with a tattoo parlor attached- and a pair of interesting attendants.
Under Their Protection by Stein048 - E, WIP - Draco and Theo return to London after being retired to the country for several years, only to find out that things are not as they were. A twist on ABO;She felt hot. Her body was on fire. Skin glistened, her shirt damp and clinging to her skin.
“Shh, we got you,” Theo purred, fingers tangling into her curls and tilting her head back, as if to soothe her. Her heart raced, beating against her chest. Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. “We’ll take care of our perfect little Omega,” Draco crooned, catching her pleas with a heated kiss.Tags will be updated/edited as I go. New chapters posted monthly.
Portions for Foxes by grrrranjolras - E, WIP - “Malfoy?” “Granger?”
They stared at each other in horror for a beat before Hermione realized that she was still standing there in the nude. With a panicked yelp, she ripped a blanket from the pile to wrap around herself. “What are you doing here? Why am I naked?” “You? Why am I naked?” The pile of blankets began to laugh. Hermione’s eyes shot down, the sound clearly not having come from Malfoy. A tousled mop of curls with a lethal smile and ridiculous dimples emerged next to Malfoy’s shoulder. “It seems we’re all naked.”
Nott A Wise Arrangement by Ceilidhchaos - E, WIP - Theodore Nott was an evil man. After all, he had committed patricide at sixteen to take control of the family business.He'd done one good deed his whole life: sending Draco Malfoy away from the violent world they had both been raised in.When Narcissa's death brings Draco and his girlfriend, Hermione Granger, back to Los Angeles, Theo decides that his good deed deserves a reward. And Theo knows just what his reward is going to be. He won't let what he's always wanted slip through his fingers again.A Mafia AU - Dark Romance -Main Pairing: Theo Nott/Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger (WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, RAPE/NON-CON, CHARACTER DEATH)
On Holiday by kayoh - not rated, 2 chapters - A lot of History Many idiots
Can they find love?
This Close to Love by dodgerkedavra - E, WIP - Much like nature, magic loathes emptiness. A thing’s existence also creates a corresponding absence. A gap that must be filled. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, vanquished the Dark Lord, and…What? The world moved on? Magic didn’t notice an absence where there was previously a presence? Everything was rebalanced, just like that?No.The Dark Lord was replaced.Draco took his place.Unless it's all just a twisted fantasy...
What If It's Him? by dodgerkedavra - M, one-shot - One question haunted Draco and Hermione through their very public and very commented-upon engagement, and through their private wedding ceremony that had nonetheless been commented on by every single person in the Wizarding World.And that question was:Where was he?He, being one Theodore Nott, who had disappeared three years ago, just after a night they’d all spent together at Draco’s townhouse.
Lollipops And Pigtails by MirabelleCherry - E, one-shot - In the land of Gods and Monsters, I was an angel looking to get fucked hard...A brief moment in time, a punishment, a lollipop and a turning point...
No coward soul is mine by SmallSherbert - M, one-shot - Returning to Hogwarts should be easy and eighth year should be the easiest yet; No Voldemort and no looming threat but Hermione finds that a normal teenage life is far scarier than facing dark wizards and saving the world. Her logical brain is no match for rampant hormones and a fickle heart.Or the one where Hermione's life is turned upside down and she decides to fall in love with not one but two wizards.
Love and War by Highladylily - E, WIP - "Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop." - H.L. MenckenTags will be updated consistently with each update. Please check them and take them seriously. The dove is dead.
Stars By The Pocketful by MirabelleCherry - E, WIP - Glimpses at a relationship and how lives entwine set to music.
Bon Anniversaire by Ivy_and_right - E, WIP - no summary
Elements of Time by tiny_reader - E, WIP - Five Years after the Battle of Hogwarts, four people come together to try and fix what was broken. The bonds they've created with each other will make them stronger than before, but what secrets will they uncover in the past? Who can they really trust to help save their world?
Metanoia by Ngida - M, WIP - Metanoia (noun): The journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life.Or the story of how three minds, hearts and selves change their lives for one another.
Shadow of a Dragon by Ceilidhchaos - E, WIP - After the war, Draco Malfoy marries Astoria Greengrass, but their marriage is anything but happy.The loneliness feels like it might kill him.Dreomione end-game
Wicked Relief by Motherof4dragons - E, one-shot - “My boobs hurt,” I whine and press my arms tighter against myself. “Now we’re going to be late because I have to go pump.”“You knooowwwww,” Theo starts, and my eyes snap to his.They’re glittering, his lips tipped up in a naughty smile. It makes butterflies burst in my belly and my breathing hitch in my chest. I never thought I’d be such a weak-willed woman that a man with a pretty smile would get my knickers in a twist. Of course, that was before I met him.He’s so bloody beautiful, and he knows it too, and the rat-bastard uses it to get what he wants.Right now…“I could help you out if you wanted.”
Obliviate by Forgive_Me_Severus - M, WIP - Barrister Hermione Malfoy-Nott is a forced to be reckoned with, in and out of the courtroom - until a vengeful pureblood stuck in the Old Ways causes her whole world to collapse with a simple twist of his wrist.-An Obliviation Story-
Mother's Milk by KiraAnn (Know_It_All_2008) - E, one-shot - Theo and Draco come to Hermione to ask a sexual favor of her. She finds she can't refuse her boys.
Part of Their World by WritingFicariously - M, WIP - In a world where the Wizarding World and the Muggle World are kept completely separate, one girl dreams of what could be.A modern retelling of The Little Mermaid.
Masked Shadows by Jadezdominion - E, one-shot - The war has been over for 10 years. Light has reigned over the Wizarding World and peace abounds for the most part. So please explain to me why two Death Eaters are looming over me in full robes, masks, and are abducting me at wand point?!? How is this happening to me? Where are my husbands?(My Prompt Choice was: CNC Death Eater abduction) (WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, RAPE/NON-CON)
In-Discretions by Most__Ardently - E, one-shot - Draco comes home from a week away to find his pets have disobeyed him and broken a few rules as well. Punishment must be doled out.
Of Deceit and Lies by KiraAnn (Know_It_All_2008) - E, one-shot - The Dark Lord punishes his daughter. Unknowingly, he uses her boyfriends to do it. Read the tags and authors notes. (WARNINGS: RAPE/NON-CON)
the present is worth it by Mariana_Monteverde - T, one-shot - It was just a party, their oldest's birthday party, but some news will change their lives forever!
Others United by Jadezdominion - E, one-shot - It’s been four years since the fall of Voldemort. Hermione has watched as everyone moved forward with their lives yet it seems the United Wizarding World she envisioned and fought for was a fairy tale. The ‘others’ as most call them are still left to fend for themselves, ignored, or ridiculed. Hermione is sick of her day job and the bigotry. What is it she fought for again? Then she sees him and hears what’s happened. That’s the final straw.
Leave the Night Behind by Severus_please - M, WIP - “What do you mean you aren’t going, mate?” Blaise’s voice drips with incredulity, or maybe it’s just the copious amounts of firewhiskey he’s been drinking since we all settled in here at Malfoy Manor. “What was the point of even coming back to Britain?
Freedom Calls by Ceilidhchaos - E, one-shot - The war lasted for seven years and spies like Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott and Severus Snape were instrumental in finding the horcruxes and ending the war. Despite that, after the war the Ministry decided on a zero tolerance policy for those that bore the Dark Mark.So Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott are serving life in Azkaban, and Hermione Granger is about to sacrifice everything to get them out. Dark!Hermione. (WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, CHARACTER DEATH, RAPE/NON-CON)
For Want of a Vanishing Cabinet by Ceilidhchaos - E, one-shot - Events of 5th year don't happen until 6th year as Harry’s occlumency lessons are more successful. Voldemort doesn't manage to trick Harry. Sirius lives. The prophecy remains in the DoM. Instead at Bill and Fleur's wedding there is a Death Eater attack. Kingsley and Moody are killed, but Lucius and Thoros Nott are arrested and taken to Azkaban.Seventh year becomes the new sixth with the vanishing cabinet drama and the plot to end Albus Dumbledore. However it's not just Draco who has been tasked with the vanishing cabinet, Theo is forced to help as well. Hermione doesn't believe Ron and Harry that Theo and Draco are Death Eaters despite their father's actions. And this is where we find ourselves. (WARNINGS: RAPE/NON-CON)
Go hell for leather by prima_vera - E, 2 chapters - Hermione Granger loves racing but she doesn't affiliate herself with any of the club houses scattered over London, not even with Harry's own fraction. However, meeting two handsome men she was competing against might just change that.
Stick Shift by mrschanandlerbong - E, one-shot - Theo, Draco, and Hermione take a drive in the country one summer night.
Darker Roses by Honeyfraggle - E, WIP - Hermione is on sabbatical from her old life and not looking to return. Draco and Theo sow seeds for a plan to see if their obsession could be a happy ending for everyone. No kittens are harmed as the story unfurls.
Need You Now by AuroraNyx - M, WIP - a twist on the ever popular Hogwarts 8th year fic.a romance begins to bloom the summer before 8th year after a chance encounter between Hermione, Draco, and Theo. But with Hermione off to Hogwarts for her 8th year, Draco forced to stay home as part of his probationary terms, and Theo caught somewhere in between, will absence make the heart grow fonder or will this potential triad fizzle out before it really has a chance to begin?Written for Dreomione Fest's 8th Year Prompt
Club for Uniquely Neglected and Tempted Souls by AlaskaDiGioia - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger only wanted two things - well, three things.1. To cure her favorite schemer of a painful magical injury with the help of her two roommates. 2. Her roommate: Theodore Nott 3. Her roommate's boyfriend: Draco MalfoyWith close continuous contact with two unmated alphas causing her to present as an omega, she might just get her wish.Two out of three isn't bad.
A year and a day by emotionalsupporthufflepuff - E, one-shot - Theo is living happily with Hermione Granger when he gets the notice that Draco is being released early from Azkaban. He loves them both, but will they be able to get along?
Queen of Infinite Space by Severus_please - T, one-shot - Theo's POVIt’s still dark in the bedroom when the noise wakes me, Dray’s arm heavy across my chest. The sheets on the other side of the bed are still tangled up but are cool to the touch. Mia must have been out of the bed for a while.The noise is coming from the kitchen and as I wake a little more I realize there are smells coming from that way as well.A look toward her Muggle clock by the bed shows 3:17 in big blinking numbers.Oh Merlin.
Shadows of the Rose Court by KiraAnn (Know_It_All_2008) - E, WIP -The Rose Court is rising. A prophecy has been spoken as the Dark Lord Returns. A triad looms on the horizon. As the Dark Lord's daughter finally takes her place in his court, intrigue and mystery surround her as she starts to build a court of her own.Do you feel that? That electricity in the air? The raw power emanating from Scotland that scares even the Minister of Magic? That's the power of the Rose Court.
Accidental Bonds by Ceilidhchaos, SarahFraser - E, 5 chapters - A drunken one night stand with the Golden Girl and two Slytherins has more consequences than they intend.
Petrichor and Vanilla by Ceilidhchaos - E, WIP - Theodore Nott comes into his creature heritage. Heading back to Hogwarts for eighth year, he discovers that he has not one but two mates on the Hogwarts Express.
Present for Three by SapphireBee - E, one-shot - Theo arranges a sexy Christmas present for himself and the two people he likes to fuck the most. Only, his favourite woman is not allowed to know who his favourite man is.
Red Wine by niuniul89, Vera_Verto - E, one-shot - ”I've never shared with another man… in any way.” Draco muttered, more to himself than to her. Hermione nodded in understanding. ”And I‘ll admit, I might have a problem with that.” ”I understand, but I just wish you would dare to do something new and... maybe even crazy. Besides, you know that if you don't like it, all it takes is one word and we can back out, okay?” He raised his head and glanced at Hermione blushing. ”Just trust me, as always.”
Crimson Kiss by KiraAnn (Know_It_All_2008) - E, WIP - There's a vampire or two lurking at Hogwarts. An offer for an extended education program as well as the Head Girl position. So why is Hermione so entranced by the journals of Morgan le Fay when she has so many other things to deal with?
Handcuffs by BexYZ - M, one-shot - Blaise's care package comes with a few surprises.
Five Golden Rings by smokyquartz - E, one-shot - Draco wakes to an alternate reality where he is married to much more than he bargained for.
O Christmas Tree by Highladylily - E, one-shot - Theo wants to decorate the Christmas tree after work. Draco didn't bank on what kind of tree it would be.
Whisper to a Scream by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger wasn’t the vanilla and innocent girl that many people think she might be. She had sought out therapy after the Second Wizarding War and then soon after she found herself in love with two Slytherins from her youth at Hogwarts, the redeemed Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott. But, Hermione wanted more in their relationship. She wanted to explore more things within their sexual relationships and test to see how far the two men would go to please their curly-haired witch.
Its Complicated by SarahFraser - E, WIP - Hermione Granger's life has taken a bit of a turn. After completing her eighth year at Hogwarts, she's gone on to become one of the most talented healers that St. Mungo's has ever seen. Along with her partner, Draco Malfoy, professionally her life couldn't be better. Her personal life, however, leaves little to be desired.
She feels stuck in an engagement to Ron Weasley, all because they share a child together. While Hermione loves Rose dearly and Ron is an amazing father to her, Hermione doesn't feel that spark when she looks at the man. She does find that spark however, on a late night, with another wizard. After finding herself falling into bed with her partner, Hermione wakes up in a rush to find none other than Theodore Nott sitting and watching her, and he's decided that he also wants her, and Hermione wants him. To make this situation worse, Draco is also married and has a son just a few months younger than Rose. And to top it off, Hermione finds herself sitting in her bathroom looking at the diagnostic telling her that she's pregnant, and she's not entirely sure what wizard is the father.Needless to say, its complicated...
Mt. Ypovivázo by Ivy_and_right - E, one-shot - It is said that a man can want for too much. In King Draconis’ case, it was true.He’d demand for his servants to fetch wine made from the rarest grapes, drape him in the richest hand-woven fabrics, uncover precious gems for his crowns and find him the most beautiful women to take to bed. And they would do so loyally.Those servants loved their king dearly and showed their appreciation for his fair hand in any and all materialistic ways they could think of.One of his liege lords even handed over his own son, Theodoros, for the King to do with as he pleased.But King Draconis' head was easily turned and on a visit to the Altar of Hermione, his War Goddess, Draconis fell over his feet with lust for her, needing to make her his too. To corrupt her to the ways of man.Who could have predicted that his meddling with the Gods would end in punishment? Rough, endless, degrading and humiliating punishment. Though what nobody expected was for him to enjoy it.
All Purebloods Must Die by Sniper_Jade - E, one-shot - When Voldemort was abandoned by his mother in the orphanage instead of growing to resent his muggle father he instead resented his mother and grandfather. He vowed to eradicate all purebloods.On that dark and stormy night on the 31st October 1981 the child he went to kill was Draco Malfoy. The pureblood scion of the Malfoy line.Now almost 16 years later Voldemort has come back into his power. Purebloods are hunted and persecuted. Treated less than human. Theodore Nott and Draco Malfoy are on the run and in hiding. They fear for the life of their muggleborn friend Hermione Granger and the delicate line she walks in the new regime.
The Imperius Experiment by Dark (Chelonie) - E, one-shot - Theo Nott is fascinated by the Imperius Curse. He convinces his partners to use it on him.
Two Pink Lines by Ceilidhchaos - E, one-shot - Hermione didn't expect to end up on the Head's bathroom floor staring at a muggle pregnancy test. She also didn't expect the test to be positive.
Snow on the Beach by RavenclawGreen28 - E, one-shot - It's Hermione wedding day. She's almost ready when two people sneek into her room. Neither one of them her groom. Draco and Theo want her to leave her fiance Thorfinn at the alter. Have her come home with them so they continue what they had. Can they give her a reason not to marry Thorfinn?
Found by sobsinashell - E, one-shot - For his crimes during the war, Draco was exiled to the Muggle world. Theo followed him. Hermione found them.
Let It Be Time by Ivy_and_right - E, WIP - Three months after the end of the war, Hermione writes to Draco to ask if she can come home to him. He wants nothing more only, while she's been in hiding, he has sought comfort in the arms of Theo who has no knowledge of any of it. Not even the little boy who shares Draco's eyes.
It's A Match! by GardenAtTwilight - E, one-shot - Hermione decides to download Tinder and swipes right on Draco & Theo.
Burn by Ceilidhchaos - E, one-shot - Hermione returns for 8th year as a changed woman with two lovers of similar taste.
The Gryffindor, In the Broom Closet, With a Blindfold by ghanima77 - E, one-shot - Theodore Nott has a surprise for Hermione in the broom closet. One that she is very excited to receive.
Broomsticks, Dragon's Breath, and Teenage Boys by JCOBryan1990 - E, one-shot - One person doing the whole eye rolly breathing thing at her was one thing, all four of them... No Hermione Malfoy-Nott quits, she just quits.
Little Pink Things by fairyofthesnakes - E, one-shot - One week without magic, that was the bet. Magic for work was allowed, any unnecessary magic during that one week would count as an automatic loss. Unknowing to Draco, his consequences for losing the bet are better than he imagined. A dirty Dreomione one shot.
Chrysanthemums by Ceilidhchaos - T, one-shot - Chrysanthemums A Darker Languages of Flowers Story June 30, 1997 Chrysanthemums represent optimism and lost love.
One Witch, Two Wizards by Dawn_2020 - T, one-shot - Hermione, Draco, and Theo attend the Hogwarts 10 year reunion and surprise everyone
County Road by JCOBryan1990 - E, one-shot - While waiting out a storm that ruined their picnic Draco, Theo, and Hermione find an interesting way to pass the time in the back of Theo's new muggle SUV
A Secret Among Stars by Ceilidhchaos - E, 5 chapters - Hermione, Theo and Draco have kept their relationship and family secret for more than ten years. What happens when Hermione's former best friend uncovers their secret?
Threo by Ivy_and_right - E, one-shot - Theo believes himself lost or broken, wanting and desiring a chance to see himself in the flesh with his own eyes. He's terrified for what the loves of his life might think of his request - to discover what it's like to be with him in every sense - but he discovers something far more essential to his being. Something that he now knows to have been there all along.
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George Weasley Adopts Daniel Page And His Siblings
That’s it. That’s the post. George would be the BEST father. And one that could handle having squib children, due to his father raising him to enjoy muggle things
And he can always just ask Hermione for help
He can also just bail Daniels older brother out, since you know he’s stupid rich
And Daniel will be raised by one of the greatest potion masters around, because he and Fred had invented potions for shits and total giggles
He would also be raised by a very big and loving family
You also know George will do what he can to help Daniels mom when she gets out of Azkaban
George x Daniels Mom? 👀
Give me that found family shit
That “The step dad that Stepped Up” trope
New ship unlocked
George x Kaleena Page
Daniel Weasley has a ring to it
Just saying
Like think about it
Let Kaleena escape her abusivo husband and have a good man
Let her be proud of her witch roots
Let the kids be kids
Let them embrace their magic roots
It’s a happy concept!
Let them be happy 😭
#harry potter magic awakened#harry potter#hpma#magic awakened#Daniel page#hpma headcanon#hpma au#hpma daniel#hp magic awakened#hp#George Weasley#mr weasley#George Weasley x Kaleena Page#kaleena page#Reggie page#Esme page#page family#George Weasley will kick Daniels dad#show me them beefing#kick his ass#just beat him#bam bam#beat the dead beat!#rest in pepperoni#you asshole#spits on you#bleh#crackship#and proud#emotional straight ship
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Guys new charecter pitch:
Seamus Finnigans mom
“Dads a muggle, mums a witch, but of a nasty shock for him when he found out.”
(Detailed headcannons below)
What we know:
Left the Wizarding World sometime after Hogwarts
Didn’t talk about it for a while (trauma?)
Had a son named Seamus who acts like that
Is Irish
Has a sibling (source: Seamus discussing cousin who does magic)
Took Seamus riding through the countryside on a broomstick throughout his childhood
Potential names:
Claire Finnigan (my favorite)
Cleo Finnigan
Cassie Finnigan
Finn’ (nickname of her last name, doesn’t use her first name) (I’m gonna refer to her like this cause it’s short)
Potential Blood Status:
Muggleborn or half-blood (elaborate headcannon about Seamus’ cousin in relation to Finn’s blood status)
Potential House:
Hufflepuff (based on the fact we have like no Hufflepuffs, but also look at her son, tell me it wouldn’t make sense his mother was a Hufflepuff)
Quidditch? Yes, Seeker
Potential friendships:
Mary? In the “Mary is Deans mom” headcannon this would be fun to play with, both of them leaving the Wizarding World together and raising their sons as best friends, or simply both leaving the Wizarding World and their sons meeting at Hogwarts
Peter, potentially. I think this really stems from the fact that whenever there’s an extra person I think they should be friends with Peter so he had a life
Pandora! I think they would get along because Finn would have a bit awkward but extremely kind and friendly personality and her and Dora would vibe
Amelia Bones as… mentor! I headcannnon Amelia as a Hufflepuff in Alice, Frank and Narcissas year so I think it would be fun to see her also act as a mentor to Finn like they all do in their respective households.
I don’t think she ever got that close with the core Marauders, except for Peter, because they were all very intimidating to her. I do think she got along quite well with the Ravenclaws. I think this also fits well because Amelia and Sybil were very close (according to my mind and one mutual that said so), so as Amelia spent a lot of time with the Ravenclaws and decided to introduce this scared quiet Hufflepuff to them.
#too many thoughts guys#I don’t have a way to make her a real fannon charecter#but she’s there in my heart#seamus finnigan#marauders era#marauders era women#pandora rosier#pandora marauders#peter pettigrew#mary macdonald#amelia bones#claire finnigan
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Hannah Abbott
Hannah Abbott was a half blood witch who was sorted into Hufflepuff in 1991, in the same year the famous Harry Potter came back to the Wizarding World and was sorted alongside her but ended up in Gryffindor.
Hannah and her classmates usually had to clean whatever Harry Potter did in the school, and while they hated Dumbledore's favoritism with Harry and Gryffindor, they were glad that in their third year and their fourth year Harry was safe.
Hannah always tried to be fair, even if sometimes she was too angry or hurt to be good with the people who were mean to her friends, but she always defended them.
Her best friends were Susan Bones and Ernie McMillan and they were called the Citrine trio.
She came out to them first by telling them that she was bisexual and they gladly supported her, and beside them the most supportive person she met was her mom, Ethel Alinac, a muggle born who had married her dad Edward Abbott.
The experience of her mom as a student made Hannah aware that people would look down on her for having muggle blood, as well as that she had to look for her value only on herself.
It was a cold morning in Herbology class in 1996, Professor Sprout was giving the instructions when Dumbledore, the headmaster, called Professor Sprout, moments later they called for her and told her what she never imagined she would have to go through.
Her mom had been murdered by Death Eaters, and they hurt her dad.
Hannah traveled home immediately and took care of her ailing father as well as she started training in order to be a better fighter and a better healer so that she could avenge her mother.
And in those times she was able to gather her strength and cast a corporal patronus: a brown bear.
She grew to be grumpy resentful after that, even with Susan Bones and Ernie McMillan but they never gave up on trying to help her and all their efforts were worth it when Neville Longbottom who had always been kind to her tried to get closer and be her friend.
Not an easy task since now she pushed away everyone, but the ever optimistic and sweet Neville kept coming back every time she tried to be away from him, and when they had to fight in the Battle of Hogwarts, Hannah was petrified by the sight of Neville under the spell of Voldemort by burning the sorting hat but got relieved and proud by seeing Neville break away and behead Nagini, Neville also got happy when he saw Hannah conjure her beloved brown bear patronus and to see she could find her light among all the darkness they were in.
When everything ended they went to each other to talk and walk.
- You were fantastic today Neville- mumbled Hannah
- You were too, you saved me by casting your patronus, thank you Hannah - Neville said as he gave her a sweet and small smile
- Thank you for always being there, even if I was a pain in the ass, you helped me a lot.-
- I wanted to be there for you, I know how it feels to no longer be able to talk to your mother - Hannah felt a little guilty, Neville's parents were still alive but they were insane and no longer recognized himself and yet she dared feel no one understood her when Neville already knew and that he always tried to give his best and not be resentful, the contrary of her.
- I want to apologize for taking you for granted before, I was a monster, I realize you lost your family too and I really appreciate you and I still want to be your friend.
- You are my friend Hannah, and I want you to know I appreciate you too and you're not a monster, you were grieving and learning how to deal with your pain like the rest of us.
Neville and her got even closer than before after that conversation if it was possible and soon they realized they felt stronger in each other's company and as she got to be a healer in Hogwarts and the new owner of the Leaky Cauldron and him the new teacher of Herbology in Hogwarts they started a relationship, and 3 years later Neville bent on one knee and proposed and Hannah said yes.
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Hannah indeed learnt to be better as she acknowledged that she had to recognize and feel her emotions not suppress them, and her brave and humble acts earned her a memorial tribute in Hufflecrew along Susan and her other classmates.
#hufflecrew#hufflepuff queen#hufflepunk#hufflepride#hufflepuff#hannah abbott#half blood#muggleborn#hogwarts#hogwarts houses#susan bones#ernie macmillan#citrine trio#the battle of hogwarts#second wizarding war#the wizarding world of harry potter#wizarding world#wizarding society#harry potter headcanon#harry potter#neville longbottom#gryffindor#gryffinpuff#Youtube
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unconditionally | part one
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prologue
september 1st, 1974
your parents had just dropped you off at platform 9 ¾ for your very first year at hogwarts.
you hugged them tightly and bid them goodbye, their arms lingering around you before you finally stepped onto the hogwarts express.
you looked around for an empty compartment, feeling intimidated by the much taller and older students bustling through the train. this would be your first year at hogwarts and you were feeling a mix of emotions, ranging from excitement to nervousness.
you poked your head into several compartments, your presence being unwelcomed by those who sat in them. you frowned and walked over to the next compartment, looking inside to see a red haired girl and a black haired boy sitting inside.
"do you two mind if i sit here? everywhere else is full," you politely asked them.
"sure!" the girl happily exclaimed as the boy nodded, a small smile on his face as you sat down next to him.
"i'm lily evans," the girl said as she extended her hand to shake yours. "and this is my friend, severus snape."
you shook her hand before looking over at severus, who shyly shook your hand.
"hello, i'm y/n," you told the duo as you sat back in your seat. "what year are you two in?"
"we're both fourth years," severus replied as he quickly smoothed out the wrinkles in his robes. you noticed that his robes looked older and dirtier than yours and lily's, and unlike most people who would instantly judge him, you felt sorry for him.
"oh, i'm only a first year," you replied with a timid smile. "what houses do you two belong to?"
"slytherin," severus proudly replied as lily said, "gryffindor."
"ah, my dad's a ravenclaw. my mom is a muggle. i'm hoping that i end up in ravenclaw like my dad," you grinned.
"i'm muggle born, so i'm the only witch in the family," lily told you.
"i'm also half blood," severus softly told you as he looked over at you. "my dad is a muggle and my mom's a witch."
"i'm glad that we all have muggle ancestry in common. my dad told me that there's been a lot of pure blood supremacy happening recently," you cautiously informed lily and severus. "my parents almost didn't let me go to hogwarts since they've been hearing about a lot of bad things happening in the wizarding world."
"hogwarts is the safest place on earth," lily reassured you. "it's not like anything bad could happen there."
"speak for yourself," severus mumbled as a tall, light brown haried boy with round glasses opened the door of the compartment.
"hello, lily. you look quite lovely today," the boy brightly told lily, who blushed a little and quickly looked away. the boy then looked over at you and severus, a smirk crossing his features.
"ah, looks like snivellus got himself a girlfriend," he chuckled.
"don't call me snivellus," severus replied as he looked down at his tattered shoes. "and she's not my girlfriend. we've only just met right now."
"that wasn't very nice of you to say, james," lily sternly told the boy.
james snorted and quipped, "don't tell me you're sticking up for a fool like him, lily."
"that's not nice," you bluntly informed james, staring directly at him. "did your parents never teach you proper manners?"
an awkward silence fell upon the compartment and severus looked up at you with wide eyes. james glared at you and spat, "i didn't ask you for your opinion."
"and none of us asked you to come into our compartment and be rude," you cooly retorted.
james gaped at you and then looked over at lily, asking her, "well, what do you want to do, lily? come sit with my friends and i or stay here with these two losers?"
lily quickly looked between you, severus, and james, before indignantly telling james that she'd be staying.
james scoffed and left, shutting the door behind him. severus was trembling slightly, his cheeks red as he avoided your gaze.
"thank you," he breathed, clutching onto his robes as he sighed. "i've never been able to stand up for myself against james. he's bullied me for years now. luckily, lily has defended me before, and it feels good knowing that someone else is doing it now too."
severus then looked up at you, smiling wryly. you smiled back, feeling yourself blush lightly. you honestly thought that he was cute and you found yourself staring at severus for pretty much the rest of the ride to hogwarts, grinning every time he let out a small laugh or smiled.
upon arriving at hogwarts, you were sorted into ravenclaw. you joined the other ravenclaws and waved at lily and severus from where you sat.
from that day on, you grew close with the both of them. although they were three years older than you were, you enjoyed spending time with them. the three of you would often sit down by the lake and talk, or attend the school quidditch matches together.
you and severus grew particularly close and developed soft spots for each other. severus didn't like a lot of people, yet he held you close to his heart.
however, your hopes of severus ever liking you back came to a screeching halt when he told you one day that he liked lily.
"you do?" you quietly asked him, shock written across your face. the two of you were sat in the great hall doing your history of magic homework together. lily was talking to a professor across the room, severus' eyes lingering on her before he turned back to you to whisper, "yes, i do. that prick james potter likes her too."
you processed his words and bit your lip; lily wouldn't date james since he was very rude, but that didn't mean you had a chance with severus. he had literally told you earlier that day that you were like a little sister to him.
you sighed quietly and replied, "well, hopefully it works out between you two." you forced a smile onto your face before resuming your homework, thoughts racing through your mind as you wondered what to do.
you thought that severus would get over lily, but you were very wrong; by his fifth year, he still liked her.
everything changed for the worse during that year, though.
you and severus were sitting down by the lake one afternoon, practicing spells with each other. lily was taking a test for her divination class, so she was unable to join the two of you.
you were in your second year now and were at the top of your class, so you helped him with the more challenging spells.
"snape!" a familiar voice called across the lawn. you froze, turning around to see james potter approaching with his gang of friends. severus instantly stood up, drawing his wand.
"don't worry, i got this," you hastily told him as you stood up. severus shook his head but you insisted that you were fine, huffing loudly as you pointed your wand at james, watching him approach.
"expelliarmus!" james suddenly shouted, catching you and severus by surprise. you watched as both your wand and severus' wand flew from your hands, the two of you exchanging panicked looks.
james then flicked his wand and severus was suddenly floating up into the air. "you asshole!" you fumed at james, rushing towards him with your fists bared. your wand was halfway across the lawn, so you decided that a nice, swift punch to his nose would teach him a lesson. before you could slam your fist into his nose, you heard a shout of "everte statum!" before you were sent flying backwards.
you landed hard on your back, wincing as you frantically reached around for your wand. you watched in horror as james sent severus higher and higher into the air.
"who wants to see me take snivelly's trousers off!?" james guffawed as his friends cheered and hollered behind him.
"james potter!!" a shrill voice echoed from across the lawn. you looked up to see lily running over to the scene, her red locks flying behind her in the wind.
"oh, you've come to watch the show, haven't you?" james smirked as severus struggled above him. "go out with me and i'll let snivellus down."
you tightly grabbed your wand and pointed it at james, shouting out the same spell that had sent you flying backwards.
james went flying into his group of friends, tumbling down the lawn. severus fell to the ground, letting out a cry of pain as he cradled his wrist. lily made it over to him before you could, trying to help him up.
severus sat up slightly, coldly looking up at her before he spat, "i don't need help from filthy little mudbloods like you."
lily gasped and backed away. your eyes widened, watching as james rejoined the scene, a slight limp in his step. to your shock, lily quickly walked over to james, a sheer look of betrayal and anger on her face.
"see you later, snivellus," she pompously said before walking away with james and his friends.
severus laid back down with a sob and you rushed over to him, looking down at him with great concern.
"oh my goodness, are you okay!?" you worriedly asked him.
"no," he sniffled as you helped him sit up. he was crying and he quickly wiped his tears away, his cheeks red and his hands trembling.
"why did you call lily that?" you then asked him, surprised that he would say such an awful thing.
"i-i didn't mean it!" he cried as he rubbed his sore arms and legs. "i was angry and humiliated by james and it just slipped out! lily is never going to love me now, i'm a fool."
you sighed and gently picked a few leaves and pieces of grass from severus' hair, mumbling to him, "you have to go apologize to her, sev."
"i know, but i can't. not when james is around," he sighed as he tearfully looked at you. "do you think lily will ever love me now that i've done this?"
you felt a prick of annoyance and jealousy in your heart; you still wanted severus to like you, but he was so deadset on chasing lily.
"i don't know, sev…" you trailed off. severus sighed and hugged his knees to his chest, burying his face in them. "i don't know if she'll ever love you now," you carefully added.
severus' head shot up and he narrowed his eyes at you, and you stupidly decided to continue.
"you called her the worst of names for a muggle born wizard. i don't- don't think there would be a way of ever coming back from that, especially since she ran off with james right after you called her that," you carefully explained.
"are you saying that i'll never have a chance with lily, y/n?" severus defensively asked you.
"i- fuck," you sighed, rubbing your temples. "it's just that lily isn't ever going to love you, severus! i'm the one who loves you!" you finally burst.
severus' mouth fell open and he shakily stood up, staring at you in disbelief before he quickly walked away.
that was the last time you ever spoke to severus.
you and him drifted apart and you never spoke to lily again. you made new friends and flourished at hogwarts, earning top marks every year and becoming captain of the ravenclaw quidditch team. you also ended up earning the title of prefect and eventually head girl later on.
as happy as you were, you still regretted bursting out on severus.
you heard rumors of him getting heavily involved in the dark arts and how he was a death eater in the making. you were shocked at the news and made it an extra point to avoid taking the same corridors as him to class.
you carried your guilt with you throughout the rest of your years at hogwarts, and you hoped that one day you and severus could get along again. you two were once very close and you craved that bond with him again.
your only hope was that he'd forgive you.
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chapter one
september 1st, 1994
years after you graduated from hogwarts, you were still bothered by what you had done.
you wrote a letter to severus one day, sincerely apologizing and hoping that he could forgive you. you sent the letter to his home in spinner's end, hoping that he was still living there.
you didn't hear from him for months and became convinced that he hated you, until one day you received a letter back. in the letter, he stated that he had forgiven you and missed you, hoping that you two could someday rekindle your friendship and keep your falling out where it belonged - in the past. he also added that he had defected from the death eaters and that lily was dead.
you were shocked to find out that lily was dead; you had recently heard about harry potter, the boy who lived, yet had no idea that lily was his mother.
you wrote him back and told him all about how much you've missed him and how you'd be teaching at hogwarts next fall. to your utter surprise and delight, you found out that he was the potions professor there. this would finally be your chance to reunite with your best friend after so long, and although you lost your feelings for him, you still greatly cared for him.
you stayed in contact with severus in the months leading up to your arrival at hogwarts, you were now finally starting your first day as the new defense against the dark arts professor. you wanted to help put an end to the pureblood supremacy and the tragedies that dark magic has caused over the years, and you knew that taking up this position would ensure you and your students with the skills needed to defend yourselves.
you were glad to know that snape had defected from the death eaters and you wholeheartedly accepted that side of him; you were raised to not judge others based on their mistakes and pasts.
you walked into the great hall ten minutes before the start of term feast to mingle with your fellow professors.
professor dumbledore had informed you ahead of time that the defense against the dark arts teaching position was cursed and that you'd only be able to teach for a year, so you wanted to make the most of your time here.
the large wooden doors of the great hall suddenly opened, and you looked over to see more professors walking in, brightly chatting and laughing with each other.
the last one to walk in was snape, dressed in all black and his hair still long, and he froze when he saw you.
"excuse me," you said to professor mcgonagall as you wrapped up your conversation with her, quickly walking over to snape as a smile began to tug at your lips. your walk turned into more of a sprint and you flung yourself into snape's arms, shock coursing through your body as you instantly recognized the familiar warmth of his embrace. you held onto him tightly, letting out a shuddering breath before you began to cry.
"oh, severus," you quietly said as you looked up at him with watery eyes. "i've missed you so much, i-" you cried more, unable to finish your sentence.
snape gently hushed you, giving your frame a gentle squeeze as he whispered, "i missed you too, y/n."
he looked around to see the other professors curiously watching you and snape embrace, but he paid no mind to them, now focusing on the feeling of tears rolling down his cheeks.
"it's been way too long," you mumbled into his chest. "i can't believe we've finally reunited."
snape didn't say anything, humming softly as he held you. his heart pounded in his chest as he became overwhelmed with emotion, nuzzling his face into your air to stifle his sobs.
"sev," you softly said, his nickname feeling familiar on your tongue like it belonged there, which to you it certainly did. "please don't cry too much."
"i'll try my best," he chuckled as he looked down at you, fully taking in your appearance now. "you look…different," he slowly added. honestly, he thought that you looked beautiful. you were taller now yet still a bit shorter than him, and his attire was a stark contrast to yours; snape always wore dark colors, mostly black and sometimes a dark gray, while you opted for more pastel and soft colors. you were wearing pastel blue robes and a white headband, your features decorated with soft makeup.
you laughed, wiping your eyes as you asked him, "is that a bad thing?"
"no! it's not," snape instantly answered. "it's just that the last time i saw you, you were twelve, so you look quite different now."
you nodded, just now realizing how long ago that was. "yes, it's been too long, sev." his nickname felt familiar on your tongue like it belonged there, which it certainly did.
"it sure has been," snape pleasantly agreed with a smile.
a wave of sadness and longing suddenly crashed over you and you cried only harder, letting out more sobs. snape was startled, breaking the hug to look at you.
"what's wrong? what happened?" he worriedly questioned you.
"i just missed you so much," you tearfully told him. "i was honestly miserable without you. i tormented myself over lashing out on you and didn't forgive myself for it until only recently. i felt like a horrible person."
snape sympathetically patted your arm before he gently pulled you back in for another hug, rubbing your back as he mumbled, "i missed you too, y/n. i can't explain how grateful i am to see you again, and i hope that we can rebuild our friendship."
you looked up at him to see that his eyes were still watering; the last time you saw snape cry was after he had called lily a mudblood.
"we will," you confidently told him with a smile. "no matter what happens, we'll stick by each other this time."
snape nodded in agreement, humming softly before he broke the hug. "now, before the other professors see me crying," he said as he quickly wiped his eyes. "how have you been, besides miserable?"
you inhaled a shaky breath and wearily smiled up at him as the two of you began to walk towards the head table at the front of the great hall.
"i've been quite busy, actually. i recently completed auror training at the ministry of magic. the minister told me he'd have the position ready for me after i leave hogwarts," you proudly told snape. "i was torn between becoming a full time auror or a professor and i told the minister this, and he allowed me to take up the position of defense against the dark arts professor since he said that hogwarts hasn't seen a good and reliable professor in years."
"an auror? that suits you quite well," snape commented. "you've always been so passionate about fighting for what's right and protecting others."
you grinned, taking your seat at the head table. snape instantly sat down next to you and you continued the conversation, "what about you sev, how have you been?"
"i've been alright, i suppose. a lot of things have happened that i'm not quite ready to tell you about yet," he told you, lowering his voice. "but i can assure you that i'm not in any sort of danger, considering my past."
"that's good, because i will not hesitate to hex someone who dares to mess with you," you seriously said as snape gave you a crooked smile
"the students will be entering in a few moments," dumbledore announced to you and your fellow professors. "tonight is a special night, so please listen closely to my announcements."
"what does he mean?" you asked snape as the doors to the great hall opened and a bustle of students came in.
"you didn't hear? the triwizard tournament is taking place at hogwarts this year," snape replied.
you've heard of the triwizard tournament before yet had no idea that it was happening at hogwarts this year, so you were excited to witness it first hand.
"good evening!" dumbledore cheerfully announced as the students took their seats and the first years nervously got in line to be sorted into their houses. "before we get started tonight, the first years must be sorted into their houses."
you fondly watched the first years be sorted into their houses, cheering extra loudly for those who were sorted into ravenclaw. snape merely clapped, nodding at a few of the newly inducted slytherins.
once the sorting ceremony was over, dumbledore continued with his announcements.
"first things first, i'd like to introduce your new defense against the dark arts professor, professor y/l/n!" he declared. you stood up from your seat, grinning at the students and the other professors. you caught snape's eye and your grin widened before you sat back down, smoothing out your robes.
"this year, hogwarts will be hosting two guest schools for the triwizard tournament!" dumbledore continued. "they are beauxbatons and durmstrang!"
the doors opened again to reveal a group of young ladies dressed in pastel blue dresses and hats. they pranced their way into the great hall, a tall lady following behind them.
a lot of the male students whistled and hollered at them, especially those from the slytherin table. snape gave the slytherins a distasteful look, shaking his head.
followed by the ladies were a group of tough, surly looking men dressed in fur coats and dark uniforms. behind them was an unpleasant looking man with gruff features. he wore a long, white coat and a black fur hat. his eyes zeroed in on snape and snape scowled, looking away.
you suspiciously stared at the man but your attention was drawn away from him when one of the durmstrang students suddenly cast a phoenix made out of fire. the students gasped and cheered, all eyes on the man as he went up to dumbledore and hugged him.
"who is that?" you whispered to snape as you watched the two men embrace.
"igor karkaroff," snape grumbled. "he's a terribly vile person."
you frowned, watching karkaroff converse with dumbledore.
"he better not try to start something with you, sev," you told snape in a hushed voice. "i will not hesitate to fight him."
"i can handle him myself, thank you," snape plainly replied as you sighed.
you knew that snape could be stubborn sometimes and knew that he wanted to come off as strong and independent, but that wouldn't ever stop you from defending him.
"as part of the triwizard tournament, three students will compete head to head in a series of various, difficult tasks," dumbledore said. "the goblet of fire-" he pointed to the large goblet sitting near him "-will be where students who wish to participate shall place their names. however, only students aged 17 and older are allowed to participate."
the students gasped and began to loudly boo dumbledore's words. snape rolled his eyes, peering into his empty wine glass and frowning.
"silence!!" dumbledore shouted. the students quickly quieted down, allowing dumbledore to continue speaking.
"these rules must be followed. an age line will be drawn around thr goblet to prevent anyone who is underage from putting their name into the goblet," dumbledore sternly said.
the students still seemed to disagree with the rules dumbledore that had put in place, judging by the disgruntled looks on their faxes.
once the feast was over, you and snape headed out of the great hall and to your rooms.
"i'll see you tomorrow," you told snape as you gazed down at him from the grand staircase; your room was up in ravenclaw tower while snape's was in the dungeons.
snape softly nodded, giving you a small smile before he walked away, his cloak dramatically flowing behind him.
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chapter two
you taught your very first class the next day; it was a group of fourth year gryffindors and slytherins.
harry potter was in your class, along with his two friends hermione granger and ron weasley. they were well behaved students and quite intelligent as well.
"you seem discombobulated, mr. weasley? is everything alright?" you asked the ginger haired boy as he shakily sat down at his desk, a distressed look on his face.
"professor snape is a nightmare," ron confessed to you. "i just had his class before this one. he smacked me over the head for incorrectly making a potion."
you frowned; you didn't like the sound of snape's behavior at all and made a mental note to talk to him about it.
"i'm sorry he did that, mr. weasley. i will talk to him about his behavior," you reassured him.
"don't! it's fine!" ron worriedly pleaded you. "i doubt he'd listen anyways, especially not to someone who has the position that he wants."
you raised an eyebrow at ron. "what do you mean by that?"
"snape's always wanted to teach the dark arts. i'm surprised he didn't give you a dirty look at dinner the other night. in fact, i think i saw you two chatting," ron wearily explained.
"snape and i have some history together. we went to hogwarts together and have recently reconnected with each other," you replied. "yet i had no idea that he wanted my position."
"of course he does. everyone knows that he’s always wanted to teach the dark arts," hermione piped in.
you slowly nodded, remembering how you had heard all of the rumors about snape becoming involved in the dark arts. you never thought that he'd want to be a professor, though; you'd always pictured him doing more hands on work like potions, like he was now, considering he was at the top of his potions class in hogwarts.
"well, i'm still going to talk to professor snape about his behavior," you firmly told ron. "anyways, let's get started now, shall we? please open your textbooks to chapter one, page 7."
the lesson went relatively well; draco malfoy shot some snarky comments at harry a few times and you'd have to put him in his place, but other than that, everything was fine.
after class, you had a ten minute break before you'd be seeing the fifth years. you headed down to the dungeons, greeting students as they passed by you on their way to their classes.
you approached snape's classroom and saw that the door was closed. you gently knocked, hearing snape drawl, "who is it?"
"y/n," you replied. the door opened moments later and you were hit with the strong yet pleasant smell of boom berries. snape looked down at you, his lips curling up into a smile.
"what is it that i can help you with, y/n?" he quietly asked you.
"oh, i just want to talk to you about something. may i come in?"
snape hesitated for a moment before letting you in, leaving the door slightly ajar behind you in order to clear out the smell of the boom berries. his classroom was dark, several shelves lining the walls. each shelf held glass containers filled with some sort of strange item, like animal flesh or seaweed.
"i had an interesting conversation with mr. ron weasley earlier," you carefully started.
snape watched you with an unreadable expression, leaning against his desk as he crossed his arms over his chest.
you continued, "he told me that you haven't been quite nice during your potions lesson. is that true, severus?"
snape curled his lip, unfolding his arms and sighing. "but he was-"
"i understand that you may get frustrated with your students, but that is no excuse to treat them poorly," you firmly cut him off. "i know that you're better than that."
"you don't understand what i have to deal with, y/n," snape groaned. "all of my students are dunderheads and-"
"sev," you softly said. "don't make excuses for your behavior. you were bullied before, so don't be a bully to your students."
snape stiffened, raising his eyebrows. he crossed his arms over his chest again and hung his head.
you gave him a sympathetic look and slowly approached him, gently placing a hand on his arm. snape's head shot up and he visibly relaxed, yet only slightly.
"don't be so hard on yourself about this, okay? i just- just don't want your students to feel what you felt when you were being bullied," you advised him.
unbeknownst to you, harry was outside the door, about to come in when he heard you and snape talking.
he raised his eyebrows, pressing his ear to the door as he listened carefully.
"i don't know what's wrong with me," snape blankly replied.
"nothing is wrong with you, i pro-" you started to say.
"but you implied that i was a bully," he snapped. you lowered your hand from his arm and took a step back.
"that's not what i meant. i'm trying to persuade you away from becoming one," you quickly explained.
snape brushed past you, his cloak whipping around his slender figure. "i know what's best for me, y/n," he curtly said.
"if you do, then why won't you listen to me?" you challenged him.
snape froze, biting his lip and then frowning. "how do you know what's best for me?" he retorted.
"because i've helped you numerous times before and every time i have, something positive has come out of it. i- i care about you a lot, sev. you mean a lot to me, even after all of these years and the time we spent apart. i don't want you to become something that i know you're not," you truthfully said as you looked up at him with hopeful eyes.
harry's eyes widened, leaning further against the door. the door suddenly swung open and harry fell to the floor of the potions classroom.
yours and snape's heads whipped towards the door, seeing harry laying on the floor with a horrified look on his face.
snape instantly strode over to harry and picked him up by the back of his robes, sneering at him as he spat, "what exactly are you doing here in my classroom, mr. potter? were you eavesdropping outside of the door?"
"professor-" harry started to explain, looking over at you with panic on his face. "i- i was just coming to ask you a question about the homework."
snape narrowed his eyes at him, easily reading harry's thoughts and concluding that harry had indeed been eavesdropping; it was all that harry was thinking about at that moment.
"ten points from gryffindor, mr. potter, for not keeping your nose in your own business," snape spat, letting go of harry's robes. harry dropped to the floor, nearly losing his balance. "get. out."
harry scrambled out of the classroom, nearly tripping on his way out. snape cursed under his breath and then looked over at you, his cheeks flushing.
"that was a justified punishment," you told him. "i wonder how much harry heard…"
"whatever he heard, he better not go around blabbing it to his friends," snape grumbled. "our business is our business, not potter's."
you grinned at snape and said, "i agree. now, if you excuse me, i'll be returning to my class now."
you went to leave but before you exited his classroom, you turned around and said to snape, "there's nothing wrong with you, okay? just remember that."
snape smiled slightly, nodding as he watched you leave before he closed the door.
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chapter three
you found yourself spending a lot more time with snape than you had imagined, yet you were greatly enjoying it.
snape's attitude always changed when he was around you; he'd laugh and smile and even crack a few jokes. around others, he was gloomy and looked just about ready to jump in front of the hogwarts express.
snape had just missed you so much and he was just to grateful to have someone as tender and loving as you back in his life.
you and him were sat down by the lake one day, reminiscing on all of the positive memories that you two shared, purposefully leaving out the negative things.
"remember when i nearly fell off the stairs in my second year?" you laughed.
"i thought we were only supposed to be talking about positive memories."
"but it was funny!" you insisted as snape rolled his eyes.
"you have a strange sense of humor," he told you in a teasing manner.
"that's what makes me unique," you proudly said. "you know, i miss our days as kids. i especially miss the days we'd race in the courtyard to see who would get to play gobstones first."
"I'd always beat you," snape smugly said. you laughed and shook your head, replying, "not always. i beat you o couple of times before."
"whatever you say, y/n," snape chuckled as he picked a lily from the grass, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. "i miss lily," he softly added.
you sympathetically patted his hand and nodded. "to be honest, i miss her too. the three of us had fun together while our friendship lasted, wouldn't you say?"
snape quickly nodded in agreement. "yes, we did. things were just a lot more fun and enjoyable as children. growing up and maturing too quickly really does something to a person."
"i know how it feels. after hogwarts, i was thrust into a reality that i wasn't exactly prepared for. as i grew older, though, i began to love life and see that there will always be hope and happiness waiting for me when i need it."
snape smiled and carefully put the lily down back into the grass, laying it next to the other flowers. "you're quite the intellectual, i must say. some people would say your grand optimism is overwhelming, but i think it's refreshing, considering i've been surrounded by nothing but negativity for the past few years."
"who exactly would say that?" you curiously asked snape.
"probably filch," snape said, referring to the grumpy old hogwarts caretaker.
you laughed loudly, leaning your head against the very same tree you and snape sat under so many times in the past. "i'm glad my optimistic outlook on life makes you feel better, though. it's not always easy to see the positive in the negative."
snape contently sighed and leaned his head against the tree as well, the two of you looking up at the sky and watching the clouds.
"that one looks like my patronus," you said as you pointed up at a cloud that resembled a cat's head.
"a cat?" snape asked as you nodded.
"a tonkinese cat, to be exact," you happily explained. "i've only ever cast it during auror training when we were taught how to fight off dementors."
"mine is a doe, yet i don't see any doe shaped clouds, unfortunately," snape said with a frown as he carefully examined each cloud.
"a doe? that's cute."
"yes, it's the same as lily's."
you nodded, figuring that the doe represented his love for lily. you knew just how deeply snape loved lily and you felt sorry for him that he had to lose her in such a tragic way.
"my father's patronus is a calico cat," you added. "what's ironic is that he's allergic to cats and so am i."
snape laughed at that, grinning at you as he said, "at least your patronus won't trigger your allergies."
you nodded and grinned back at him before the two of you sat in comfortable silence, admiring the sky together.
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chapter four
you struggled keeping your students focused in class, considering that they were all so excited for the upcoming triwizard tournament.
all of their focus went straight out the window when harry's name somehow ended up in the goblet of fire.
you found yourself in a room with the other professors after the incident, watching as dumbledore roughly grabbed harry and angrily asked him, "harry, did you put your name in the goblet of fire??"
"no sir!" harry gasped. "i swear that i didn't! i don't know who did!"
"professor dumbledore, i think that we should take a logical approach to this situation instead of simply accusing harry of putting his name in the goblet of fire," you meekly told dumbledore.
dumbledore slowly turned to face you, a displeased look on his face.
snape loudly cleared his throat and said, "i agree with professor y/l/n. any illogical approaches will only prove to be insufficient."
everyone in the room immediately looked over at snape, surprised to see that he was defending harry and agreeing with a fellow professor.
"very well then," dumbledore said with a resigned sigh. "i will open up an investigation on this matter. however, even if we find out who really put his name in the goblet of fire, harry will still need to participate in the tournament. the rules cannot be broken."
"that's perfectly logical," snape sarcastically mumbled, only loud enough for you to hear. you let a giggle slip and masked it with a cough.
"the tournament is extremely dangerous, albus. is there any other way to resolve this issue?" professor mcgonagall nervously asked dumbledore.
"i'm afraid not, minerva. harry will just have to greatly prepare for the tournament," dumbledore said as he looked over at harry. "he must improve and use all of his physical and mental strength for the tasks ahead."
harry gulped and nervously looked over at you and snape with pleading eyes, almost like he was asking you two for a way out of this.
the professors began to clear the room and before harry could leave, you stopped him.
"harry, if you need any help at all, my door is always open," you kindly told him. "i know how scary this must feel."
"thanks, professor," harry said, almost in a daze as he slowly left the room.
"dumbledore wants to follow the rules when rules are meant to be broken," snape quietly commented as you and him left.
"rules are meant to be followed, actually, but in this case it would've been nice if they had been broken," you sighed.
snape looked down at you with that signature smile/smirk combo of his. "you do know that you don't always have to follow the rules, right?"
"i'd prefer to keep my morals in check, thanks," you laughed.
"even when we were in school together you were terrified of even accidentally breaking a rule. it was quite…." snape trailed off, his voice growing quiet at the end of his sentence.
"quite what?" you curiously asked him.
snape's lips moved but no sound came out, and you couldn't quite read his lips.
"sev?"
"endearing," snape finally said, his cheeks as red as the robes of the gryffindor student who was walking in front of you two.
your heart swelled at his words and you looked away to hide your quickly reddening face. endearing. the man who appeared stoic and cold, and who you just happened to used to have a crush on, had just called you endearing.
"thank you," you breathed, awkwardly clearing your throat afterwards. "i'll see you at dinner tonight."
"of course," snape said with a nod. "i'll see you."
you practically ran to your room after that, passing by the ravenclaw common room and a group of ravenclaw students standing around and laughing.
you tore open the door to your office, closing it shut behind you before heading across the room to another door that led to your room.
you flung yourself onto your bed and screamed into your pillow for a good ten seconds before rolling onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. your tawny owll, gizmo, flew in just then through the open window next to your bed. he dropped an envelope onto your chest and hooted at you before settling onto his perch that sat by your dresser.
you picked up the envelope, seeing that it was from your dad, who worked as head seer in the department of mysteries at the ministry of magic.
you quickly opened it, pulling out the letter and reading it.
dear y/n,
i am writing to inform you that a fellow seer at the ministry has informed me that dark times are ahead of us, yet the when, where, and who of this situation are unclear at this time. in order to not cause a panic, please withhold this information from others until further notice. i know cornelius fudge won't believe me, but i trust you and know you'll keep this secret safe as you deserve to know it.
thank you for your cooperation.
your heart sank and you folded the letter, placing it back inside the envelope before putting it on your nightstand. your thoughts instantly went to voldemort; who else could the seer have been prophesying about?
you were tempted to inform dumbledore of this news, considering that it would be best for him to know and prepare extra safety measures for hogwarts, but you knew that you couldn't.
you already knew that you'd feel horrible for keeping such a secret from those around you, but you also didn't want to disobey your dad. you knew that bringing this to the attention of others would indeed cause panic, and when people are panicking, they make irrational decisions based on their emotions.
you hopelessly looked over at gizmo, who ruffled his feathers and hooted at you.
"you're lucky that you're not a human," you sighed to your owl as you gently pet him. "you don't have to deal with all of these things. you just nap and fly around."
gizmo lovingly nibbled on your finger and you smiled, petting him once more before getting ready for dinner.
the great hall buzzed with chatter of harry's name being in the goblet of fire. harry was clearly distressed and hardly touched his food. you gave him a sympathetic look from where you sat before turning over to look at snape, whose eyes were carefully watching karkaroff.
"why are you staring at karkaroff?" you asked snape after forking roasted potatoes into your mouth, savoring the succulent flavors on your tongue.
"i have a feeling that he's going to try to do something," snape lowly replied. "like what?" you curiously asked him.
snape deeply inhaled and shook his head. "i can't tell you, nor am i ready to tell you."
you frowned and nodded; you obviously weren't going to pressure snape into telling you, yet you couldn't help but be curious.
"how were your classes today?" you asked snape, taking a sip of your wine.
"they were okay. a first year hufflepuff melted their cauldron today. i couldn't help but give them detention," snape bitterly replied. "but i wasn't too harsh with them, so that's a step in the right direction."
"i'm proud of you for trying," you sweetly told snape. snape's eyes and expression softened; no one has ever told him that they're proud of him, and his heart rate began to accelerate after hearing your words. he smiled to himself and tried to ignore the heat rising in his body.
"you okay?" you asked snape, noticing how dazed he suddenly seemed.
snape quickly nodded and shoved a forkful of food into his mouth, choking afterwards. you patted his back, helping snape regain his breathing. snape's mind was racing; he's always had a soft spot for you, so you telling him that you're proud of him had him over the moon. although he's always been one to mask his emotions, he couldn't stop the smile that appeared on his face.
you and snape quietly chatted with each other about your days, feeling the lingering eyes of a few professors on the two of you. snape shot them a dirty look and they quickly looked away, yet they began to whisper to each other.
"if only we could take points from professors for being nosy," you laughed as you finished up your dinner. "i don't know why they were staring at us so much."
"they have nothing better to do," snape said as he rolled his eyes. "anyways, what do you think the first task in the tournament will be?"
"hopefully something not too intense. i'm really worried about harry," you nervously confessed.
"all of the tasks will most likely be intense. students have gone missing or been injured in the tournament before, or worse, died," snape replied.
you bit your lip and whined quietly; the thought of hogwarts losing a student made you feel sick to your stomach.
after dinner, you and snape lingered in the corridor for a bit, talking and laughing quietly with each other.
snape felt light and calm; your good heart was infectious, and it was beginning to slowly rub off on him.
as he walked to his room that night, he thought back to that day years ago by the lake when you had told him that you loved him.
no one has ever loved snape before in his entire life and he suddenly realized that he had taken your love for granted.
whether your love for him was platonic or romantic, snape didn't know, but he did not want to lose it or lose you again. in fact, he wanted to grow even closer to you and deepen the close bond that you two have always had, despite the years of being apart from each other.
you didn't know it, but snape's gratitude for you was overflowing out of his heart at this point.
although you and him had only been reunited for a few days, it felt longer.
it truly felt like you and him had never said goodbye to each other in the first place.
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chapter five
a week before the first task was scheduled to begin, the third year and older students went to hogsmeade over the weekend. you and snape had been asked to chaperone, so you and him bundled up in your warmest clothing and headed out.
"you'll be losing your house fifteen points if you keep up with those antics of yours, weasleys!" snape scowled at the fred and george, who were trying to drop chocolate frogs down the coat of a fourth year. the twins rolled their eyes and pretended to put the frogs away, yet you saw them take them out again a few minutes later, prompting snape to swiftly take fifteen points from gryffindor.
"they don't act up at all in my class," you laughed to snape.
"must be nice," snape sighed as you and him walked behind the students, who were all happily chattering with each other as they made their way into the different shops in the village. "they only know how to cause trouble."
"if i ever caused trouble like that, i would've been grounded. my parents never tolerated any sort of misbehavior on my part," you told snape as you and him entered the three broomsticks to escape the cold. you were instantly hit with the sweet, comforting smells of butterbeer and freshly baked goods, inhaling deeply as you smiled.
"so you've always been a good girl, then?" snape asked as you and him sat in a booth in the corner of the restaurant near the fireplace.
you knew that snape meant it with innocent intent, yet his question had your cheeks feeling as hot as the fireplace looked.
"yes, i have been. i've grown to not tolerate misbehavior either," you quickly replied as a tall, blue haired waiter approached your table.
"good morning, what would you two like?" the waiter asked as he pushed his horn rimmed glasses up on his nose.
"can i have a medium butterbeer and a slice of apple pie, please?" you asked, surprised when snape ordered a plain black coffee.
"do you not like any sugar or creamer in your coffee?," you asked snape.
"my tastes buds can only tolerate black coffee," he simply said. "besides, i need something to get me moving."
you nodded, saying, "i'll share my apple pie with you, if you'd like."
"apple pie with black coffee sounds like an interesting combination, especially because one thing is bitter and the other is sweet," snape said, smiling slightly. "i'll try it."
"i miss coming to hogsmeade as a student," you sighed as you rested your chin on your palm. "we never went together, did we?"
snape shook his head. "no. i only went once, though. i didn't really like it. my anxiety was flaring up the whole time," he sadly explained. "i feel okay right now, though."
"i'm glad you're feeling okay," you smiled; snape struggled a lot with anxiety, something he told you about after you had found him in the middle of an anxiety attack in a dead end corridor. it had occured a few weeks before you and snape had your falling out. "i know how much your anxiety has affected you."
"it's just another thing i have to deal with," he said, pursing his lips. "along with my incompetent stude-"
"severus."
"what, y/n?"
"they aren't incompetent," you told him with a small nudge to his shoulder as snape glared at you.
"whatever you say," he mumbled as he drummed his fingers on the table.
your food and drinks arrived a few minutes later and snape reluctantly drank his coffee after putting a piece of pie into his mouth.
he choked and coughed, shaking his head as he said. "that was a bad idea."
"really? now i want to try it," you mischievously said as you grabbed his class from him and wiped the rim of it with a napkin.
"i just said it was a bad idea. why would you want to…" snape's voice grew quiet as he watched you consume the coffee and apple pie with ease, not being phased by the strongly contrasting flavors at all.
"see? that wasn't so bad," you told him, taking a sip of your butterbeer afterwards.
snape shook his head again, stunned by your antics. "now i want butterbeer," he sighed as he called the waiter over.
you smirked, drinking your butterbeer as you looked around the restaurant. there were a handful of students there, a few of them looking over their shoulders at where you and snape sat before turning back to their table and whispering to each other.
you knew exactly why everyone was whispering; they were most likely shocked that someone was getting along with snape because of his reputation and demeanor, but all the whispering and staring was making you uncomfortable.
"can we go after this?" you whispered to snape once he had received his drink. "people are staring."
"for each minute they stare equals one point that i'll take from their house," snape announced rather loudly, which prompted the students sitting nearby to quickly stand up and leave.
you chuckled as snape asked, "still want to go?"
"yes, if you don't mind. i want to go to honeydukes."
snape agreed and you and him left a few minutes later, heading across the street to honeydukes which was nearly bursting with shoppers.
"i'm just going to get dark chocolate and then go stand in the corner," snape awkwardly said as he carefully made his way through the crowd of customers.
you laughed and followed him, picking up some caramel cobwebs and bertie bott's every flavor beans on the way.
snape did a double take when he saw an edible dark mark lollipop on one of the display shelves, quickly looking around to make sure you weren't nearby. you were on the other side of the aisle, chatting with one of your students about the selection of sweets.
snape frowned at the lollipop and then quickly walked away from it, pushing memories of his death eater days out of his head. he grabbed a small box of dark chocolates to suffice.
when he was a death eater, he wasn't an enthusiastic one whatsoever; he had just been weak and vulnerable and wanted to find a group of people who'd accept him, but he started to get involved with the wrong people which ultimately strained the relationships he had with you and lily at the time.
snape stood in the corner of the store and watched everyone in the shop laughing and talking with each other, feeling his eyes continuously stray over to where you stood.
when you were both children, snape became very protective of you and even considered you to be like a little sister to him. he could feel his protective instincts coming to life once again as he watched you, almost like he was expecting danger to come swooping in at any moment.
"ready to go?" your voice suddenly asked, starling snape out of his thoughts. he must've looked away for half a second because suddenly you were at his side.
he quickly nodded and the two of you went to the register to pay. as you and him left, it had begun to snow.
"the snow is beautiful," you marveled as you watched the snow gradually accumulate on the buildings and trees. "i love this time of year."
"this weather gives me an excuse to lock myself up in my room all day and read by the fireplace," snape said as he opened his box of chocolates, unwrapping one and putting it into his mouth.
"sounds like my typical day," you beamed at him as you and him walked through the snow covered village. in the distance stood the infamous shrieking shack, the sight alone giving you the chills.
snape looked at it too, a deep sigh passing his lips as a wave of memories washed over him; he clearly remembered when he had been led in there as a prank by sirius black. in the shack, snape came face to face with remus lupin in the middle of transforming into a werewolf.
"are you alright? you look upset," you observed, studying snape's facial expressions.
"i'm alright. no need to worry about me," he said with a pained smile. "let's just keep on walking."
you nodded and you and snape continued your stroll through hogsmeade, eating your sweets and letting the snow embrace your figures.
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chapter six
the first task was stealing a golden egg protected by a dragon.
harry came to your classroom a few times before the first task for emotional support, which you gladly gave him. you wished him the best of luck before he joined the other students in a tent outside of the stadium where the task was being held.
you joined snape and the other professors and students in the stands, feeling so nervous that you might pass out.
"this is inhumane," you mumbled as you watched the first dragon struggle against the chains it was secured to. "that dragon should be out free and living its life."
snape slowly nodded, his eyes flickering over to you for a moment. you were wearing pastel pink robes today, which ironically matched your office decor. you had your hair tied up into small space buns, your ears adorned with small, silver hoop earrings.
snape thought that it was comical how different your aesthetics were; his attire was gloomy while yours was cute. he felt like it perfectly matched your personalities.
the tournament began and you were so jumpy and nervous throughout the whole thing that you found yourself clutching onto snape's arm.
snape looked over at you and awkwardly patted your leg, trying to calm you down.
you couldn't bare to watch when it was harry's turn, jumping every time the dragon growled or roared.
"are you alright, professor y/l/n? would you like to me escort you from the stadium?" professor mcgonagall worriedly asked you from your right.
"i'm fine, minerva. just nervous," you told her with a pained smile, feeling snape's hand suddenly tug at your robes.
you looked over at him and saw that he was looking up at the sky. you followed his line of sight and saw that harry's broomstick was zooming down towards the stadium.
harry instantly jumped onto it when it got close enough, flying around the dragon and dodging its flames. much to everyone's utter shock and horror, the dragon broke loose from the chains and flew out of the stadium, its tail ripping through the canopy that you and the professors sat under.
you screamed and ducked your head into snape's chest, keeping it there until the dragon and harry had flown away from the stadium.
"y/n?" snape softly asked you. you quickly looked up at him, meeting his eyes.
"do you want to leave?" he asked. you instantly shook your head. "i'm okay. i want to make sure that harry gets back in one piece."
a handful of professors and students noticed how quickly you had hidden your face in snape's chest; to them, it was odd that anyone would want to get so physically close to snape.
after many harrowing minutes, harry safely returned and snagged the golden egg, earning an uproar of cheers and applause from the stands.
you congratulated harry and the other competitors on accomplishing the first task; you seriously couldn't have been more proud of them.
you and snape decided to go to his room and unwind after the first task; it induced a lot of anxiety in you and snape didn't want you at the stadium any longer, so he instantly took you to his room after the first task had concluded.
"thank you for caring for me," you told snape as the cup of warm tea that he had brewed for you hovered over to you. snape gently flicked his wand, causing the cup to slowly lower into your open hands.
"you don't have to thank me for that, y/n," snape replied as he began to brew his own tea. "i have never really been cared for before you came into my life. i've always cared for you, though, especially after you started to stick up for me against james," snape continued. he was rambling at this point, but he wanted to make it clear to you that he wasn't this heartless asshole that everyone at hogwarts portrayed him to be. "even after our argument, i continued to care for you since you've always been such a big part of my life.'
snape found it quite easy to express his emotions with you, considering how much you meant to him. sharing his emotions with others, though, was often a tedious and difficult task.
"i care for you a lot too," you happily said. "and love you too, of course."
there it was, the L word again. the word that ruined everything in the first place.
you didn't want to hold back from expressing your love for snape, though. you felt a lot of strong platonic love for him, but you wouldn't be surprised if you one day fell for him again just like you did as a kid.
"it feels good to have someone like you in my life, y/n. it truly does," snape graciously told you. "i know i haven't always been the best person, but i promise you that i am not just my mistakes."
snape could feel his insecurities starting to bottle up and he quickly stopped talking before he trauma dumped all over you.
you smiled and said, "your mistakes do not reflect who you are as a person. everyone makes mistakes. what matters is that we make a conscious effort to learn from them."
snape nodded in agreement, his head feeling fuzzy; he was becoming pleasantly overwhelmed by all of your kind words. he tried not to feel sorry for himself, but growing up with an abusive father and neglectful mother really shaped and changed his perspective on life and himself.
he never thought that someone would actually be able to withstand him and his trauma, but you did, and for that he was grateful for.
"my mom once told me that learning to love and accept all versions of yourself - past and present - can be a life-long process," you told snape, placing your cup down on the coffee table. "she's a muggle therapist, so she's had a lot of clients who have struggled with loving and accepting themselves. she told me that the most important thing is to try, even if it's just a little. even if you try only 5%, it shows that you're strong, because you're willing to look at both the good and bad sides of yourself."
snape was in awe of what you were saying; he had never met someone so wise, mature. and well articulated before. no wonder you were sorted into ravenclaw.
"y/n, that's…" he started to say, at a loss for words.
you laughed quietly and said, "awesome? specular? life changing?"
"all of the above," snape finally said. "i don't know how you manage to put up with me."
"it's easy. behind those dark robes and stoic expression is a warm-hearted, gentle man who i'm lucky to have in my life. you have your faults but so do i, and i will always unconditionally accept you. you deserve that acceptance. you deserve happiness. you've been through too much," you told snape as you stood closer to him, placing a hand on his arm and patting it. "you deserve every ounce of goodness in this world."
snape felt like he could either burst into tears, implode, or both; you were telling him everything that he's always wanted to hear his entire life. your words went straight to his heart, which was already feeling too much all at once. one of the feelings, though, was something that he hadn't felt in a very long time; it was giddiness and a flicker of joy and affection.
"thank you," snape whispered. "i…" he trailed off, too many words at the tip of his tongue. he didn't know how else to word his gratitude, so he just nodded at you.
"of course, sev," you mumbled, sighing happily and collecting your cup, making your way to the conjoined kitchen to wash it.
"i got it," snape quickly said, stopping you. "you go on now, i'll take care of the cups. classes resume in fifteen minutes."
you nodded and thanked him, your gaze lingering on him before you left his room and made your way through the cold, quiet dungeons.
once you had left, snape nearly dropped the cups as his hands were shaking. he felt strangely warm and tingly all over and his heart was racing. he used his wand to levitate the cups towards the sink, his mind buzzing with thoughts of you and what you had told him.
draco malfoy and his two friends, crabbe and goyle, passed you on your way up the stairs, sniggering to each other and whistling at you.
you stopped halfway up the stairs and turned to face them, loudly announcing for everyone nearby to hear, "five points from slytherins."
"for what!?" draco exclaimed. "we weren't doing anything!"
"for catcalling your professor, mr. malfoy," you calmly replied. "go on now, you three."
the three males huffed and rolled their eyes, walking away and shoving a second year slytherin girl as they walked past her.
"another five points!" you shouted, sympathetically patting the girl's shoulder as she quickly walked past you.
you shook your head and rubbed your temples, feeling a headache starting to conjure just from that interaction with draco and his friends.
you didn't see it, but snape had exited his classroom while you were telling off the boys. he roughly grabbed onto the three males and snapped at them for acting so immaturely. he then took ten points from slytherin, totaling twenty points being taken from slytherin in just a few minutes.
snape angrily mumbled to himself as he returned to his room; he was head of slytherin house and expected the members of his house to behave better.
snape knew that you didn't witness him taking more points from slytherin and that bothered him; he was very worried that you'd end up hating him like everyone else did, and he wanted to prove to you that he wasn't as horrible as others perceived him as.
he tried not to worry, but snape was always prone to worrying about every little thing, especially when it concerned him.
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chapter seven
as the weeks passed, you and snape only grew closer. the two of you would spend hours in the library at nighttime, browsing through the restricted section and picking out the most interesting books for each other before heading back to his room to read them.
you and him would also have deep conversations about anything and everything, and snape was always excited to tell you all about his favorite potions and what he was currently brewing. not only did your find his passion for his work fascinating, you also thought it was attractive in a way.
you felt different around snape now, like you were walking on clouds all the time.
even on the weekends, you and him would sometimes go to hogsmeade together for butterbeer that the both of you would sneak back into the castle, just to drink it while you and him sat by the cozy fireplace in his room and read.
all of this time you and snape had been spending together didn't go unoticed, which sparked sudden bouts of rumors from professors and students alike.
"have you seen the way snape is looking at her? i think he fancies her," you heard hermione whisper to harry and ron during one of your lectures.
you blushed, making it seem like you were reviewing something that you had written on the board, but you continued to listen. you felt like a hypocrite for eavesdropping, but this matter did concern you after all.
"snape can feel things? i don't know whether i should be shocked or disgusted," ron mumbled.
"both," harry told ron. "they've been growing closer over the past few weeks."
"imagine them going to the yule ball together! a greasy git dancing with a beautiful, intelligent woman like professor y/l/n," ron dramatically sighed.
the yule ball. you had completely forgotten about the ball and it was happening next week. you were going to attend, of course, yet you were far too nervous to even consider asking snape if he wanted to go with you.
"mr. weasley, can you please tell me the basics of hex-deflection?" you suddenly asked ron as you turned to face him.
ron's eyes widened, panic crossing his face as he had not been paying attention at all.
"blimey, that's- um, well, you see-" ron tried to explain. hermione rolled her eyes and answered for him as harry shook his head.
"thank you, miss granger, but next time i'd like your friend to answer and not be calling his potions professor a greasy git," you said in a clipped tone.
harry laughed and quickly masked it with a dramatic cough, burying his face into his elbow. hermione's eyes widened and the other students jeered "oooo!" as ron's face quickly reddened.
"sorry, professor," ron mumbled as he looked down at his lap in shame.
"i expect better behavior from you, mr. weasley. name calling is not tolerated in my class, let alone outside of it either," you sternly told him.
harry and hermione were exchanging wide eyes glances; your words only further confirmed their speculation that you and snape had something going on.
ron apologized again, which saved him from losing gryffindor five points. you continued with the lesson, feeling slightly on edge for the rest of it.
you had a free period after that lesson and you decided to mark papers during that time. you were marking a particularly lengthy essay when you heard a knock at your classroom door.
"who is it?" you asked, your eyes scanning the run on sentences that the student had written.
"you know," a familiar baritone voice said from the other side of the door.
you immediately stood up, nearly knocking over your ink and quill as you hurried to the door. you opened it and grinned widely upon seeing snape there, letting him in.
"have you heard what everyone is talking about?" snape slowly asked you.
"yes, i obviously have," you laughed. "they're shocked to see that you're getting along with someone who is teaching the class that you've always wanted to teach."
"i was going to tell you that," snape admitted as he picked at his cuticles, a nervous habit of his, but he was especially nervous around you now. "it's unfortunate that you had to hear it from others."
"it's alright. something else more exciting will happen and people will stop talking about our personal lives," you reassured him.
snape silently nodded, taking a look around your classroom. "i remember my very first day here in this class," he reminisced as he slowly ran a hand across one of the desks in the front of the room. you watched the way his long fingers caressed the wood, the sight causing something in your lower stomach and heart to stir.
"do you really?" you breathlessly asked him. snape drew his hand away from the desk and nodded. "yes, it was quite an interesting day. i already knew about most of the hexes and curses, so the other students became…wary of me."
"but you didn't use any of those, right?" you hopefully asked him.
"i did," he reluctantly admitted. "yet i most treasured the ones that i invented myself."
you remembered when snape would tell you all about the spells that he had invented, captivating you as he gave you all of the details about them and how they worked.
"i invented something myself," you proudly said. "while i was training at the ministry, i became fascinated with inventing spells and i actually developed a wizard form of birth control. the spell is quite easy to cast, actually."
"really? a birth control spell?" snape curiously asked you.
you nodded. "yes, i wanted to make things easier for witches who didn't want the stress of well, you know- accidentally getting pregnant."
snape smiled at you and lowly replied, "you're a clever girl, aren't you?"
something inside of you shifted when snape said that, like your brain was short circuiting and your insides were melting.
"i suppose so, yes," you wheezed, your body suddenly feeling very warm. "i mean, i am a ravenclaw. you could've been in ravenclaw too, you know. you're intelligent and created your own spells."
"mm, i feel as if i fit slytherin more," snape shrugged. "although, you are the cleverest ravenclaw that i've ever met."
you absolutely knew that harry and his friends would be having a field day if they heard what snape was saying right now.
"and you're the most ambitious slytherin that i've ever met," you sweetly replied. "do you want to use some of that ambition towards helping me mark these papers?" you motioned towards the pile of papers on your desk.
snape playfully rolled his eyes and agreed, grabbing a chair from a nearby desk and sitting down next to you.
"i had my students write an essay on hex-deflections," you explained to snape as you handed him an essay to look over. "those are very important to know. i'm sure you already know plenty about them."
"i do," snape confirmed with a sly smile. he picked up one of the essays, which belonged to draco.
"mr. malfoy seems to not know the difference between they're, their, and there," snape dryly said as he frowned down at the paper.
you snorted and grabbed your quill, taking off a few points from draco's paper.
"so," snape slowly started as he leaned back in his chair. "the yule ball is coming up."
you nodded, too focused on marking draco's essay to reply.
"are you going?" he asked you, a hint of hope in his voice.
"yes, i am. are you?" you replied, dipping your quill into your ink.
snape nodded. "only because dumbledore wants everyone to mingle," he scowled.
you laughed and said, "so you don't think you'll enjoy it, then?"
"depends," snape simply replied.
"depends on what?" you questioned as you finally looked up at him.
"you'll see," he mysteriously said.
you sighed, knowing well that snape wouldn't tell you. he helped you mark the essays for the rest of the free period before he dramatically left your classroom with an extra swoosh of his cloak.
deep down, you were still hoping that snape would ask you to the ball even though professors didn't usually go in pairs.
at the end of the week, professor mcgonagall led the gryffindor students into a room to tell them the details of the yule ball. she asked you and snape to join in order to monitor the students and make sure that they were paying attention.
"now, who would like to demonstrate a proper ballroom dance?" professor mcgonagall asked after she finished explaining the ball. not a single student answered, all of them avoiding eye contact with mcgonagall.
"professor snape and professor y/l/n!" professor mcgonagall suddenly said, a few laughs coming from the students. "why don't you two come to the center of the room and demonstrate for the students?"
you hadn't even been paying attention half of the time, too busy making sure that the weasley twins weren't goofing off in the corner.
"minerva, i don't think that's-" snape tried to say, but mcgonagall simply waved him off and said, "don't be silly, severus! come now, you too, y/n."
you and snape shared a mutual look of panic and embarrassment as you two awkwardly walked to the center of the room. a student whistled and another chuckled, and you swore you heard the weasley twins say something along the lines of, "i bet this will be snape's first time ever feeling the touch of a woman."
snape scowled at the students who were acting up before he turned to you, his lips pressed into a thin line as he fiddled with his fingers.
"well, go on now!" mcgonagall promptly said, giving the small of your back a push. you stumbled forward into snape's chest, gasping when he steadied you by your waist.
"i'm sorry," you mouthed to snape, apologizing for nothing in particular. snape didn't say anything, simply placing his hand on your waist. you slowly placed your hand on his shoulder and then intertwined your free hand with his.
filch started up the record player, an elegant orchestral piece filling the room. you didn't move at first, too panicked to even comprehend that snape was holding your waist.
snape moved first, gently swaying yours and his bodies. you caught up with him and stumbled a bit, cursing under your breath.
you could barely look at snape as you and him danced, the sound of the music being drowned out by the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.
"are you alright?" snape's deep voice drawled in your ear as he lowered his head slightly. you jumped, nodding quickly.
"your face is very red," snape informed you.
"really? i couldn't tell, even considering how hot my face feels," you sarcastically replied. snape smirked and swayed you again, humming to himself. you finally looked up at him and met his eyes, smiling as you instinctively squeezed his hand.
snape pulled you closer to him, getting lost in the music as he looked down at you. he felt something stirring in his stomach, that familiar, pleasant feeling of butterflies when he was around someone he found to be attractive.
"everyone else grab a partner and join!" mcgonagall suddenly announced, earning groans from the male students and happy gasps from the female students.
you forgot where you even were as you gazed up into snape's eyes, letting the music and the intimacy of this very moment consume you. you could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on you and snape, but you could care less at this point.
you felt safe in snape's arms just like you always have, and you were disappointed when the music stopped.
"good job, everyone!" mcgonagall cheerfully announced. "you'll all do fantastic at the ball!"
the students scurried out of the room, the girls giggling amongst themselves as the boys groaned in annoyance.
"severus and y/n, dumbledore said he'd like to see professors going in pairs this year," mcgonagall casually said as her and filch went to leave. "i'll be surprised if you two don't go with each other."
there was a twinkle in her eye that caught your attention, watching as she smugly smiled before her and filch left.
"you're a good dancer," you suddenly told snape as you and him left.
"as are you," he replied, sticking his hands the pockets of his coat and swallowing thickly. "i'll see you at the yule ball, then?"
you grinned and nodded. "i'll see you."
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chapter eight
you were racked with nerves the evening of the yule ball.
you asked professors mcgonagall sprout to help you get ready, and they both came readily prepared with makeup and other items.
you hardly saw snape all day since you had been so busy with your lessons, so you were excited to see him tonight.
you had specially bought a dress from diagon alley for the occasion; it was a stunning dark blue dress decorated with silver stars and moons with mesh sleeves. it was floor length and you paired the dress with black pumps.
"you're going to love how you look," professor sprout excitedly told you as you sat in front of a large mirror in her room. your eyes were closed, feeling the softness of a makeup brush tickle your cheekbone.
"you can open your eyes now," mcgonagall said from behind you. you slowly opened your eyes, smiling when you saw your dolled up reflection in the mirror; you had on nude lipstick and warm blush, which both paired nicely with your light brown eyeshadow. your hair had also been done up with a couple of strands nearly framing your face, and the moon-shaped earrings on your wars seemed to glow in the light of the room. you were truly in awe of how amazing you looked.
"severus is going to fall in love when he sees you," professor sprout teased you.
you blushed and shook your head. "don't be a tease, pomona. severus and i are just going as friends," you insisted.
"as friends? severus always looks like he's died and gone to heaven when he's around you," mcgonagall giggled.
you sighed and then thanked the two ladies for helping you get ready. before you could head down to the great hall, mcgonagall exchanted your dress to make the stars and moons twinkle.
you passed by several excited students as you made your way to the great hall, who all complimented you on your attire. you thanked them and then went to search for snape, yet it was hard to spot him at first with the crowd of students standing outside the hall.
you then spotted snape, who was wearing his usual black attire, yet this time it was more formal; he wore his signature high collared coat, black dress pants, and black dress shoes, his clothing perfectly hugging his small waist. his hair was neatly combed as well, parted in the middle in its usual style.
snape's eyes widened when he saw you and you smiled softly at him as you gracefully descended down the grand staircase. a few students stopped talking and very obviously stared at you approaching snape.
"good evening," you greeted snape. "you look quite handsome."
color instantly rose to snape's cheeks as he kept his eyes on your face, mesmerized by how stunning you looked.
"thank you, y/n. you look beautiful," he softly mumbled as he gazed at you. "would you like to go in now?"
you nodded as snape offered his arm which you instantly took. you and him walked into the great hall, which had been completely turned into a winter wonderland. three large snow covered pine trees sat at the front of the room, the tip of the largest one nearly touching the icy ceiling, which had been enchanted to snow. the walls were covered in blue ice, and several large tables were scattered around the room.
"good evening, professors!" hermione cheerfully greeted you and snape as she appeared at the entrance of the great hall with her date, viktor krum. behind her were harry and ron with their dates, the patil twins.
"good evening, miss granger! your dress is lovely," you complimented hermione as you looked at her elegant pink dress. snape smiled a little at hermione and nodded in her direction.
"thank you, yours is as well," she happily replied before she was whisked away by viktor. harry, ron, and the patil twins then passed by you and snape, the girls giggling with each other while harry and ron pointedly stared at you and snape.
"many people look shocked to see us together," you observed as snape escorted you to the front where the other professors were gathered.
"of course they do," snape rolled his eyes. "they never thought that a greasy git like me would appear at the yule ball with a woman."
"you're not a greasy git," you instantly replied. "whoever says that is just jealous."
the corners of snape's lips twitched up into a smile, his hand finding the small of your back and resting there as he guided you through the crowd.
the simple touch had your knees nearly buckling and you forced yourself to remain calm, greeting your fellow professors and the students.
the four triwizard champions then walked in with their dates, conjuring cheers and applause from everyone. they would be dancing first before everyone else would join in.
the four couples took the center floor. professor flitwick began to conduct the orchestra and graceful music filled your ears.
you joyfully watched the couples dance before looking over at snape, who was visibly nervous. he anxiously toyed with the cuffs of his sleeves, tensing up when karkaroff went to stand next to him.
"sev," you whispered to him, drawing his attention towards you. "don't be nervous."
snape briefly nodded, swallowing thickly as he saw mcgonagall and dumbledore join the couples on the dance floor, a handful of students following them.
inhaling a deep breath and then exhaling it, snape rolled his shoulders and then shyly asked you, "shall we dance?"
you eagerly nodded and took his hand, letting him guide you out onto the dance floor. snape instantly put his hand on your waist and the two of you followed the same procedure that you had performed in front of the students and mcgonagall.
no one was paying much attention to their dance partners anymore, instead focusing on you and snape. frankly, they seemed mortified to see snape smiling.
"they're staring again, aren't they?" you sighed to snape as he protectively pulled you closer to him. uncontrollable feelings surged through your body feeling snape so close to you, and goosebumps ran across your skin.
"yes, but they'll stare more in just a moment," snape said before he swiftly lifted you in the air for a moment, perfectly in sync with the other dancers.
you let out a hearty laugh and grinned at snape. snape's arm fully embraced your back, pulling you much closer now. you accidentally stepped on his foot and snape cursed silently as you mumbled countless apologies.
"it's okay," he reassured you with a smile. "just keep dancing."
you nodded and happily moved with the music, your joy practically radiating off of you. never in a million years would you think that you'd be ballroom dancing with snape, but it was already becoming the highlight of your week.
you and snape maintained eye contact with each other throughout the dance, closely holding each other. it felt like the butterflies in your stomach had also traveled to your heart, and you recognized the familiar feeling of an attraction beginning to form. when you felt that you immediately thought, "here we go again," as you momentarily reminisced on the crush you used to have on snape.
there was a sudden, surprising change in the music; heavy and chaotic rock replaced the graceful sounds of the orchestra, and all of the students started screaming in excitement. the change in music pulled you out of your thoughts and you pulled away from snape.
snape rolled his eyes at the music and you giggled, the two of you easing your way out of the pulsing crowd.
"we should go dance somewhere more private," you suggested to snape as you took a swig from a bottle of water.
"sounds lovely," snape pleasantly agreed as you and him exited the chaos of the great hall.
you and snape found yourselves in the courtyard, marveling at how snowflakes delicately painted the trees, shrubs, and carriages.
snape immediately grabbed your waist, almost like it was his favorite thing to do (which to him, it absolutely was, but he wasn't going to tell you that).
yours and snape's laughter echoed through the evening air, the muffled sounds of the rock band inside filling the quietness.
"i really like spending time with you, sevy," you happily sighed as you leaned your head on his chest as he swayed you.
"likewise, y/n," he hummed as he picked a few snowflakes out of your hair.
a sudden feeling of deja vu washed over you when snape did that; it reminded you of when you picked leaves and grass out of his hair after he had fallen to the ground in his fifth year.
you looked up at snape, your lips slightly parted. snape's hands stilled on your waist, not having realized that he had been gently massaging it.
as you looked up at him, you studied his features and realized just how handsome he was. he had a large nose and a sallow face that most people would find unattractive, but you thought those features of his were the most handsome things ever. even his clothing; dark, mysterious, and alluring, only fueled your rekindling attraction for him. not to mention that deep voice as well and his gentleness when he was around you.
snape started to move again, twirling you around so quickly and suddenly that you landed straight onto your back, snape falling on top of you. you winced, a sharp pain radiating through your back for a few moments before it ceased.
"i am so sorry!" snape exclaimed as he gazed down at you, panic written across his face.
"it's okay," you laughed, quieting down when you realized how close you and him were to each other. snape's face was in close proximity to yours and his eyes flickered down to your lips for a moment before he shook his head, standing up and helping you up too.
"snape!" a gruff voice suddenly called from behind you, startling you and snape and pulling the two of you apart.
you turned around to see karkaroff standing there. he menacingly looked over at snape, completely ignoring your presence.
"karkaroff," snape said coldly, his hands falling from your waist. he quickly leaned down to whisper in your ear, "go inside, y/n. i'll see you later, okay?"
you quickly nodded and walked past karkaroff, but instead of going inside, you hid behind a pillar near the courtyard and listened to the conversation between snape and karkaroff. you had a bad feeling about this karkaroff guy and wanted to make sure that he didn't do or say anything to hurt snape.
you heard footsteps nearby and looked to your left to see harry also hiding behind a pillar. you and him looked at each other, your eyes widening simultaneously. you pressed your finger to your lips, nodding at harry before walking further down the corridor.
"it's happening again like before!" karkaroff snapped at snape as him and snape walked from carriage to carriage. snape opened each one, trying to catch students up to no good in order to get them in trouble. "and soon neither you or anybody else will be able to deny it!"
snape swung open a carriage door and then promptly closed it afterwards, smoothly replying, "i told you already, igor, i see no reason to discuss it."
"discuss what?" you wondered to yourself as you carefully peered around the pillar.
snape's eyes zeroed in a rocking carriage nearby, sprinting over to it and yelling out an incantation that broke the glass.
snape tore open the door and quickly ushered out a female and male student. "ten points from hufflepuff, fawcett! and the same for ravenclaw, stevens!" he snapped at the students as they scurried away.
"it's a sign, severus!" karkaroff roughly said as he stopped snape in his tracks. snape brushed past him with an eye roll. "you know it is!"
"i don't know what you're talking about," snape curtly replied as he walked over to another carriage.
"really?" karkaroff slyly asked snape as he approached him. "then perhaps you don't mind rolling up your sleeve?"
karkaroff moved to grab snape's sleeves but snape quickly raised his arms, directly staring into karkaroff's eyes.
"you don't fool me, severus! you are scared! admit it!" karkaroff seethed as he glared down at snape.
snape slowly lowered his arms, raising his chin as he calmly replied, "i have nothing to be scared of, igor. can you say the same?"
karkaroff hesitated for a few moments before he slowly backed away, quickly leaving the courtyard afterwards.
you exhaled a breath that you didn't know you were holding, looking over at harry. he looked as shocked as you were.
snape started to leave the courtyard and harry ran, heading back inside. you followed behind him and passed by the great hall, heading down into the dungeons.
you entered snape's room just moments before he did. his chest was heaving and he looked quite angry, slamming the door shut behind him.
"are you okay?" you asked him as he strode over to his bed and sat down, biting his lip.
"i'm fine," he lied, rubbing his left forearm and gritting his teeth.
you sat down next to him on his bed and rested your head on his shoulder. "you can tell me anything, you know," you gently reminded him.
"i know," snape deadpanned. "karkaroff just pissed me off."
"i'm sorry he did," you mumbled as you went to rub snape's left forearm like he was.
snape drew his arm back and you raised your head; he was looking at you with a serious and distressed expression. he knew that you were eventually going to see or ask about his dark mark and he didn't want to hide it from you forever, even if it put him at risk of many dangerous things. it started burning while you and him were dancing in the courtyard, which sent panic surging through him.
with a reluctant sigh, snape brought his arm forward, slowly rolling up his left sleeve to reveal his dark mark.
you gasped, looking up at snape with wide eyes. he looked away, embarrassed that he had such an awful thing tattooed onto his skin.
"sevy," you whispered as you delicately touched the mark, slowly running your fingers over it and tracing the shape of the skull and snake. snape looked back at you, his heart nearly bursting out of his chest.
"it's okay," you reassured him. "it's okay. i know you're not a death eater, anymore and-"
"it was burning," snape informed you through a tight jaw. "while we were dancing outside. something is going to happen."
your hand dropped from the dark mark, a flicker of anxiety coming to life inside of you. "i'm going to keep you safe, then," you promised him. "like i always have."
snape gave you an exasperated smile, watching as you resumed your movements on his dark mark. you caressed it before grabbing snape's arm, raising it to your lips before you slowly kissed the mark.
"i accept you for who you are," you breathed. "always have and always will."
snape shivered lightly when he felt your smooth lips on his warm skin; he hasn't felt the touch of a woman in so long, the last being when he was in his early death eater days and would go to the pubs looking for someone to cherish him for a night.
"thank you," snape whispered, his heart heavy with emotions while anxious words sat heavy on his tongue.
you placed his arm down and then embraced him, rubbing his back soothingly.
you knew that voldemort would be returning soon and you vowed to do anything to protect the man you loved.
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chapter nine
you found yourself in 40 degree weather a couple of weeks later, shivering as you stood in large wooden structures with the students and professors.
the second task was retrieving something you lost from the bottom of the great lake. the four champions readily stood at the edge of the platform below, waiting for the gun to sound so they could jump into the water.
"here," snape said as he took off his cloak and gave it to you. you began to insist that he keep it on but snape refused, smiling as he watched you bundle yourself up in his cloak.
it smelled like old books and snape's scent and the warmth of his cloak quickly enveloped you.
"i think potter was raiding my private stores for gillyweed," snape bitterly said as he gazed down at the champions below.
"are you sure? or are you just assuming that?" you genuinely asked him.
snape gave you a stern look and then smiled, looking away as he began to chat with mcgonagall.
the gun fired, signaling the four champions to dive into the lake. the champions had an hour to retrieve what they lost, and you were highly considering returning to the warmth of your room to curl up by the fireplace and read a book.
to pass the time, you and snape talked about what plans you had for the summer.
"i'll be heading home to london and taking a bit of rest before starting my job at the ministry," you told snape. "how about you?"
snape shrugged. "probably just read books all summer and create some new potions. i'll visit lily's grave as well." snape still loved lily after all this time and was still traumatized by lily's death.
"i'll join you," you told snape. "i haven't visited her grave in a while."
"thank you. it'll be nice to have some company for once," snape smiled. "at spinner's end i'm always alone. i'm highly considering moving from there, though. that place has too many horrible memories for me."
"i understand. do whatever will make you happiest," you encouraged him.
you suddenly heard the voice of your dad and turned around, seeing him walk up to dumbledore.
you excused yourself and quickly walked over to him, eagerly greeting him.
"hello, y/n. i assume you've been following what i told you?" he asked you with a knowing look. although he was your dad, he always spoke to you in a formal manner, especially when working.
you nodded. "yes i have."
"good," your dad said as he adjusted his tie. he then looked over at dumbledore and then back at you, sighing as he said, "yet i do think it is time to inform dumbledore."
"inform me about what?" dumbledore suspiciously questioned him.
"about the return of vol- he who must not be named," you instantly piped in.
dumbledore's eyes widened as your dad confirmed, "as y/n said, he who must not be named is returning. a seer at the ministry told me that dark times are ahead of us, and the other seers and i put together the pieces and concluded that the dark lord will be returning."
"do you know when?" dumbledore worriedly asked him in a hushed voice.
he sadly shook his head. "i do not, unfortunately. however, i advise you to immediately tell the other professors and expect the unexpected."
you watched as dumbledore walked over to the other professors, whispering to them about what you and your dad had just told him. snape seemed unphased by the news as he had already known about it, but his eyes worriedly darted over to you as dumbledore spoke.
"are you going to be alright?" you asked snape as you and him walked away from the others to talk.
snape wordlessly nodded, anxiously gripping the railing of where you two stood. you didn't say anything more, staring down at the lake with him.
the second task ended sometime after, with harry tying with cedric diggory. snape wasn't feeling well, so you and him quickly headed back to the castle to relax.
"hello professor y/l- are you wearing snape's cloak?" ron gasped at you as you and snape passed by him.
you gave him a brief nod, hearing him laugh as he ran over to harry and hermione to tell them.
you and snape went to your room, where your lit the fireplace with a wave of your wand. gizmo sat on his perch, looking over at snape before flying towards him and settling himself onto his head. snape gave your owl a disgruntled look and then looked over at you for help.
"gizmo, don't do that to guests," you laughed, waving your owl back to his perch.
snape smiled warily at gizmo as he sat down in the white armchair by the fireplace, rubbing his hands together for warmth.
you sat across from him on your bed, the two of you listening to the crackle of the fireplace and the light whoosh of a winter's breeze right outside the window.
"when i officially assume my duties as an auror, i'm going to make it my top priority to make sure that no dark forces try to enter hogwarts," you confidently informed snape. "the minister will assign each auror to a specific task force, but i'll ask him if i can just-"
"don't risk your life for me," snape cut you off. you raised your eyebrows at him and he continued, "i don't want someone else that means a lot to me to die because- because of me."
"what do you mean because of you?" you questioned him, thinking hard to yourself. something clicked inside of your brain and you gasped. "were you responsible for lily's death?"
"no!" snape exclaimed, crossing his arms over his chest. "it's a very complicated story, but i guess i'll tell you now. this will only be one part of my story, though."
"when i was still a death eater, i was ordered by lord voldemort to eavesdrop on dumbledore and trelawney. all i heard was that a boy born at the end of july of that year with parents who thrice defied voldemort will cause his downfall. naturally, i told voldemort this, and at the time he only learned of two boys who met the requirements; harry potter and neville longbottom. so voldemort-"
snape stopped speaking, starting to become choked up. you rushed to his side and rubbed his back, gently pushing his hair out of his eyes. snape shakily inhaled a breath before slowly saying, "voldemort went after harry because he saw him as more of a threat to him. lily sacrificed her life for harry, y/n. that is why i feel responsible for her death."
snape was silent for a few moments before he completely broke down in your arms, his body shaking from the force of his cries. you held him closely and stroked his hair, whispering soothing words to him.
"you didn't know that the prophecy would be about harry. you shouldn't feel bad over this," you soothed him as you grabbed his hand and reassuringly squeezed it. "it's not your fault."
"it is my fault!" snape suddenly cried as he tore away from you. "i'm a terrible person, y/n! how could you even stand being around me? nobody likes me. i'm just a disgusting, unlovable person."
your heart broke at seeing snape so upset, racking your brain to find the right words to say. "you're none of what others say you are. you're you. you're not terrible. you're not disgusting. you're not unlovable. you're my sevy and i accept you and all sides of you. i need you to remember that."
snape hopelessly looked at you, tears trickling down his pale cheeks as he sighed. "i'm sorry," he murmured.
"don't be," you whispered as you wiped away his tears with your thumb. "i'm going to keep reassuring you and reminding you that you're perfect just the way you are. whoever disagrees is a reflection on them. not you, not me, or us."
us. a union of two. togetherness. that's what snape wanted- no, needed with you. he needed to become one with you. you were so good and gentle with him and he knew he was going to regret if he ever lost you again.
snape slumped onto your chest and sniffled, smiling when he felt your arms wrap around him.
he honestly didn't know what he did to deserve you.
as you held him, snape's heart began to flutter in the way it did when he saw someone he thought was attractive or he'd hear the voice of someone he cherished.
that voice being yours, of course.
snape wasn't entirely sure if he was starting to develop an attraction for you since he had a bad habit of doubting his emotions, but whatever he was feeling made him feel better at that moment.
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chapter ten
"when are you going to confess to ol' snape, professor y/l/n? do i need to slip a love potion into his morning coffee for you?"
the voice of george weasley caught your attention. you had been walking down the corridor heading towards your classroom when the weasley twins started teasing the life out of you about snape.
"why is my personal life suddenly the business of you two?" you impatiently questioned george and fred.
"well, it's quite obvious that snape's got the hots for you. i think you two should just start going out," fred eagerly told you. "i mean, i don't know what you see in him, but george and i will support your decision!"
you rolled your eyes and told the twins to get to class. after they walked away, you leaned against the nearest wall to steady yourself.
you knew that you shouldn't trust the words of two notoriously mischievous students, but a lot of people have been speculating that snape is attracted to you.
"that's probably because they've never seen him get along with someone so well and you being a woman just makes them assume that there's more going on," your thoughts explained to you as you internally argued with yourself.
you also thought about how snape still loved lily; could he even possibly become attracted to you when he still loved her?
you sighed and shook your head, heading to your classroom to teach your next lesson.
meanwhile, snape was down in his classroom, teaching his sixth years about amortentia - the love potion. he brewed a batch of it to use as an example for his lesson, explaining that what someone smelled in the potion is what attracts them.
"what do you smell, professor?" one of his students asked him with a teasing grin.
snape looked down at the sheen, pinkish purple potion, sniffing it a bit. he instantly recognized what he smelled, which made his heart leap.
"coffee," he slowly started to answer, biting his lip. "rain and…perfume, floral perfume, to be exact."
he could smell your perfume. snape suddenly felt lightheaded and hastily told his students to start working on their assignments before he quickly sat down at his desk.
he stared at his reflection in an empty potion bottle sitting on his desk, astonished at what he had just discovered. he watched his face flush pink in his reflection, his mind spinning.
he hadn't felt an attraction for someone in so long, so naturally he was panicking. smelling your perfume in the amortentia ceased his doubts and only confirmed what he was truly feeling.
"professor snape, what is the-"
"not now, mr. whitlock," snape curtly interrupted his student. "just look it up in your textbook."
he didn't mean to snap at his student, but he was now so preoccupied in his thoughts that he was in no mood to answer questions.
after class, he nearly yelled when he saw you in the corridor, almost walking straight into a wall.
"you seem a little lost," you giggled as you caught up with snape to walk next to him.
"i'm not, thank you," he lowly said. "how was your class?"
"it was good, and yours?" you answered as you balanced the stack of textbooks that you carried in your hands.
"eventful, to say the least."
"how was it eventful, sev?"
snape suddenly stopped walking, his shoulders tensing as he tightly said, "i don't want to talk about it."
you slowly nodded, surprised when snape suddenly turned the other way and left your side.
you shrugged, figuring that his students had gotten on his nerves again. you just hoped that he was okay.
you spent your afternoon tutoring a few of your struggling students while snape spent his having a midlife crisis.
he intensely stared at his reflection in his bedroom mirror, testing himself to see if he smiled every time he thought about you.
he smiled each and every time, which led him to let out an exasperated noise as he gripped his hair.
his doubts began to creep up on him; what if you didn't share his feelings? what if you were only able to put up with his trauma and mistakes for so long?
snape didn't want to burden you at all. although he was extremely grateful for your kindness and unconditional acceptance, the last thing he wanted to do was become too much to handle.
after you finished tutoring, you decided to go visit snape. you knocked on the door of his classroom and he let you inside. the first thing you noticed were the overwhelming scents of strawberries, flowers, and old books.
"do you smell that?" you asked snape as you sat down across from him at one of the large brewing tables.
"what?" he said, sounding dazed as his eyes flickered away from your face.
"how do you not smell it? it's very strong… i smell strawberries, flowers, and old books," you said, raising your eyebrows when snape began to suddenly cough quite loudly.
you didn't notice the cauldron of amortentia sitting on his desk, which explained why you smelled those things and why old books was one of them.
snape smelled like a walking library since he was almost always reading or carrying a book with him. you always loved the smell of books, especially old ones, and you became a bit too excited when you found out that snape smelled just like them.
"sorry," snape apologized as he silenced his sudden bout of coughing. "my throat is a bit dry. would you like some water while i get some?"
before you could even answer, snape conjured up some water and glasses for the two of you, filling them with a wave of his wand before giving you your glass.
you were feeling suspicious about snape's sudden odd behavior; he kept staring pointedly at the cauldron on his desk, visibly panicked.
"what's in that cauldron?" you questioned as you stood up from the table. snape didn't reply, his eyes widening as he watched you approach the cauldron and look inside of it.
the scents became even stronger and you recognized the liquid inside, your growing smile instantly falling.
"oh," you blankly said. "oh."
you slowly turned to look at snape, realizing what exactly had just happened.
"i have to go," you abruptly announced, running out of his classroom without a second thought.
"fuck fuck fuck fuck," you mumbled to yourself as you rushed to your room. "i fucked up."
snape had to have noticed that you indirectly confessed to him via amortentia. who else smelled like old hooks? absolutely nobody. snape had to be aware of his own scent.
once you were in your room, you wallowed in your embarrassment, thinking of what exactly to do and say next.
"i can never talk to snape again," you thought out loud. "or see him again. i'm too mortified by what i've done."
gizmo watched you anxiously pace around your room with his big black eyes, flying over to you and landing on your shoulder.
you feebly smiled at your owl, giving him a pet before he gently nibbled on your ear, which was his way of showing affection.
"i don't know what i'm going to do, giz," you loudly sighed to your owl. "i should've never gone into his classroom."
gizmo rubbed his face on your cheek before flying off of your shoulder and out the window, presumably to the owlery to go eat.
as much as you wanted to avoid snape from now on, you knew that it would be immature and cowardly. you had to own up to your feelings whether you liked it or not. although you were extremely embarrassed, you didn't want to mess up your friendship again. you'd never forgive yourself if you did.
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chapter eleven
you saw snape at dinner that night, awkwardly sitting down next to him.
snape watched you out of the corner of his eye, chewing slowly on his food.
after you had ran from his classroom, all he thought about was how you smelled him in the amortentia. he was still trying to process it.
"it's a nice evening, isn't it?" snape suddenly said, making you jump in your seat.
"yes, it is. for once it's not freezing cold," you said rather quickly. "anywho, the third and final task is approaching. are you excited?"
"i suppose i am. it just means getting back to our normal schedules after it's over," snape said as he swallowed his food. "i'm not necessarily too fond of change."
"change can be challenging, but what matters is how we approach it and deal with it," you advised. "for example, if any sort of change occurred soon, i would approach it positively and with open arms."
you were badly trying to allude to your indirect confession from earlier; if snape felt the same, you'd gladly accept that change to your life.
"i've never understood how you've always been able to be so positive," snape sheepishly admitted. "isn't it difficult?"
you nodded. "it can be, but i myself would rather stay away from any and all negativity for the sake of my sanity."
snape felt slightly envious as he listened to you since he wanted to learn how to be more positive, yet his outlook on life and his circumstances have unfortunately always been grim.
"if only we lived in a perfect world. no wars, no death, nothing negative," you continued in a sad voice. "but you have to take the bitter with the sweet."
"but you have to take the bitter with the sweet." something clicked in snape's head when you said that. it made him realize that no matter how bitter the outcome might be whenever he decides to tell you how he felt, the sweetness of being attracted to you would still remain.
"i feel like i've only experienced bitterness in my life, but i have to admit that you've provided me with sweetness," snape shyly said as he picked at the food on his plate with a fork.
"like i've said, you deserve every ounce of goodness in this world," you beamed. "you are truly worthy of such wonderful things."
you and snape looked up at each other then, your eyes meeting as you two smiled at each other.
snape continued to look at as he tried to spoon some tomato soup into his mouth, completely missing his mouth. the soup spilled onto his robes and he cursed, frantically wiping his clothing with his napkin.
you laughed quietly, shaking your head and grabbing your napkin to help wipe his robes.
snape was embarrassed, avoiding eye contact with you as you helped clean him up.
"you'll need to give them a wash," you told snape as you watched the red stain on his robes only sink further into the fabric. "i'm assuming you have another pair of robes to wear until then?"
snape nodded, looking down at the stain with a pout. "my entire wardrobe consists of robes and the occasional scarf and sleepwear."
you smiled and patted his chest, sitting back in your seat. snape placed a hand over where your hand had been, the ghost of your touch lingering on his clothing.
after dinner, snape carefully studied his batch of amortentia, the scent of your perfume even stronger now. the smell was overwhelming yet pleasant to snape, and he found himself basking in the scent as he read some of his students' essays.
he washed his robes later that evening, looking through his wardrobe. he saw a dark gray scarf, grabbing it and running his fingers over the soft fabric. he hadn't worn it in a while and decided to wear it on his evening stroll through the hogwarts grounds.
snape changed into clean robes and his scarf before heading out into the evening. it was a cool and clear night, a pale crescent moon shining like a silvery claw in the night sky. owls flew overhead on their way to and from the owlery.
anape went on these walks whenever he needed to clear his head, but the thought of you remained stagnant on his brain. he sighed and made his way down past hagrid's hut, walking along the edge of the forbidden forest.
"severus?" your voice softly said from behind him.
snape turned around to see you standing nearby, wearing a long white coat over your lilac robes.
"good evening," he greeted you with a nod. "what are you doing out here so late?"
"i could ask you the same thing. i just came to clear my head," you explained as you walked over to snape to walk next to him.
"i came for the same reason," he smiled as he looked over at you. "i like your coat."
you looked down at your coat and stuck your hands inside the pockets, the thick fabric instantly warming them. "thank you. i like your scarf."
snape ran a hand over his scarf as he said, "oh, this old thing? i guess it's okay, but it does keep me warm. thank you, though."
you nodded, admiring the beauty of the sky and the tall, dark sycamore and pine trees of the forbidden forest.
"have you ever been inside the forest? i know it's a dumb question since it's forbidden to enter, but i'm curious," you said, breaking the silence between you and snape.
"only a handful of times," snape truthfully admitted. "it was terrifying. i had decided to take care of magical creatures as an elective class in my third year since none of the other elective classes seemed interesting. i encountered a lot of strange and creepy creatures, but the class was actually very helpful when it came to figuring out which properties of a certain creature would be best for potion making."
"what sort of properties?" you curiously asked him, genuinely interested in what he had to say.
"for example, the beautification potion requires unicorn hair and fairy wings. it makes the drinker very beautiful, but i don't think everyone needs to drink it," he casually explained as he swallowed nervously.
"i agree. there are many beautiful people out there. i can see why someone would want to take the potion, though, especially if they wanted to feel less insecure or something," you thoughtfully replied.
"you know, i do know a woman who's a perfect example of someone that doesn't ever need to take the potion. she's stand-" snape abruptly stopped speaking in the middle of his sentence, a sudden harsh cold washing over the two of you.
you stopped walking, pulling your coat closer around your body and shivering. "what were you saying, sev?" you asked him as your teeth began to chatter.
snape didn't reply, slowly drawing his wand from his coat as the coldness only increased. he studied the atmosphere around him, searching for any sign of a winter's breeze that could be causing such a sudden change in temperature.
you suddenly felt very sad and hopeless, your chest tightening. "i don't think something's right," you worriedly told snape as you drew your wand. "we should go-"
you were cut off by your own scream when a dementor suddenly swooped down on you from behind, grabbing ahold of you and coming face to face with you, its chilly breath crawling across your skin.
snape gasped and raised his wand at the dementor, fearfully watching as it began to suck your soul out of you.
"expecto patronum!" snape shouted, a glowing doe shooting from the tip of his wand. the doe charged towards the dementor, quickly chasing it away. you fell to the ground with a cry, landing hard on your hands and knees.
"y/n!" snape exclaimed as he ran over to you. the doe circled over the two of you before disappearing, leaving behind a faint sparkle in the air. "oh my god, are you okay!?"
"yeah," you weakly replied, looking up at snape as you rolled onto your back. "everything hurts."
"oh god, okay-" snape panicked as he helped you up, picking you up without hesitation. you hooked your arms around the back of his neck and clung onto him, sobbing quietly into his neck.
"it was so scary," you bawled as snape hurried back inside the castle, heading straight to the hospital wing. "i don't know why it went after me. that's never happened to me before. it felt like all of my happiness was being sucked away..."
snape tightened his hold around you, snapping at a few students who were wandering the corridors past their curfew. he took points from their houses, ignoring their wide eyes and loud gasps as they stared at snape carrying you.
"you're safe with me, y/n. dementors won't ever hurt you again," he soothingly whispered to you. "you're going to be okay."
snape was in tears by the time he arrived at the hospital wing, telling madam pomfrey about what happened.
"the dementor only attacked her for a few moments and she fell very hard to the ground after it let her go," snape rambled as he watched madam pomfrey ease you onto a hospital bed. "she's going to be okay, right??"
"yes, severus, she's going to be okay. i need to check for anything that might be sprained or broken, but she will be okay," pomfrey reassured snape as he anxiously paced by your bed. "how high did she fall from?"
"about a foot," snape replied as he quickly grabbed a chair from the other side of the room and promptly sat down next to your bed. "i know that's not very high, but she fell very hard and-"
"severus, she will be okay," pomfrey reminded him. you looked over at snape and smiled at him, placing your hand on his.
"she's right. i don't think i have too many injuries," you mumbled to him as pomfrey checked your wrists and ankles for anything sprained or broken. "stay with me?"
snape nodded, vowing to stay with you the whole night. pomfrey concluded that you only had a sprained wrist and a scraped knee. you were feeling very lightheaded and nauseous, so you were advised to stay in the hospital wing overnight.
snape's panic and fear ebbed out the discomfort he had felt when the dementor appeared, but he clearly remembered how it felt like all of his happiness had been snatched away.
snape couldn't sleep, watching you doze off as he slowly stroked your hair. he didn't want to take his eyes off of you, paranoid that a dementor would appear at any moment.
you turned over in bed, facing snape now. you snuggled your face into your pillow and shuddered, sleepily reaching around for your blanket with your eyes closed.
snape pulled the blanket over you, making sure it fully covered you. you smiled in your sleep and stilled, sighing contently.
snape smiled too, slowly placing a hand on your cheek. your skin was still cold from the dementor and it made his heart hurt to think that such a horrible thing happened to you.
snape leaned forward in his chair, swiping your hair off of your forehead before he delicately placed his lips there, kissing your forehead softly before he pulled back.
you stirred and mumbled something in your sleep; you were dreaming of snape, specifically about how strong his arms were and how protectively he held you.
"sevy," you mumbled. "need you."
snape's heart skipped a beat, his hand dropping from your cheek. you need him? his mind went two ways; into the gutter and into a more innocent, wholesome place.
"like you so much," you sleepily confessed as you rolled onto your back, yawning.
snape's heart skipped a beat again and he placed a band over his chest, listening to the echo of his heartbeat in his ears. he's always known of your habit of talking in your sleep; one time during your first year at hogwarts, you invited lily and snape to your house for a sleepover during christmas break. snape distinctly remembered hearing you mutter something in your sleep about the shepherd's pie that you had for dinner earlier that evening.
snape sat back in his chair, his body pulsating with excitement. however, the excitement was quickly replaced by guilt. he felt guilty for hearing your confession since you weren't aware that you had done it, and he began to worry that he was somehow taking advantage of it.
he shook his head and tried his best to get comfortable in his chair, making himself go to sleep before more guilt could consume him.
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chapter twelve
you woke up the next morning feeling a bit better, smiling when you looked over and saw snape still by your side.
he was asleep, slumped down a bit in his chair with his head lolling to the side.
you started to get out of bed, wincing and stopping when your wrist began to ache. madam pomfrey walked in and you told her about how your wrist still hurt.
"you'll need to wear a splint for a couple of weeks, then," she told you as she steadied your wrist and began to slide the splint onto your wrist. "it'll help prevent further damage, but make sure to take it easy."
you thanked her, watching her smile softly at snape sleeping before she left again.
you checked your watch, realizing that breakfast would start in about thirty minutes. you didn't feel very hungry though as you were still shaken up by the dementor attack.
snape moved in his chair a little, his eyes fluttering open. he sleepily smiled at you and sat up, yawning.
"did you sleep okay?" you asked him as you sat across from him on your bed.
"i did. did you?" he replied, pushing his hair out of his face and yawning again.
"i guess so. i had some very vivid dreams," you laughed quietly as you looked down at your splint. "thank you for staying with me overnight, by the way."
snape noticed your splint and frowned at it. "of course, y/n. i didn't want to leave you here alone."
you flashed him a twinkling smile before getting out of bed, stretching your arms and legs. your back popped and you moaned in relief, rolling your neck and shoulders.
snape stood up and stretched as well, contemplating whether or not to tell you that he heard you talking in your sleep. he knew that if he never told you, he'd never be able to become more than just friends with you.
"let's go," you told snape once you had finished stretching. "i want to go get some fresh air."
snape hastily nodded and left the hospital wing with you, figuring that he'd just have to tell you at another time. you and snape stepped out onto the grounds, staying close by the castle.
the morning was dewy and a bit cold, like it had rained overnight. in the distance you could see the giant maze being magically set up in preparation for the third task.
"i can't believe that the tournament is ending already," you sighed to snape. "although it's been stressful, it was fun to watch."
"it wasn't fun when the dragon's tail nearly hit us," he deadpanned.
you giggled and leaned your head on his shoulder, snuggling up to him to get warm. snape suppressed a loud shout of excitement when you did that, protectively wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
"i'm craving coffee," you suddenly announced.
"black coffee?" snape hopefully asked.
"sure, why not?"
before it could get any colder, you and snape went back inside. although you hadn't been outside for long, you already felt better.
you still weren't feeling hungry so you just grabbed a coffee from the kitchen, graciously thanking the house elves before you and snape headed to your room.
"are you not going to eat?" snape wanted to know as he sat down next to the fireplace.
you shook your head. "if i do eat, it probably won't be until later. all i can stomach right now is coffee." you then took a long sip of your coffee to emphasize your point.
"i'm surprised that you enjoy dark roasts," snape commented as held his hands in front of the fireplace to warm them. "you seem more like a vanilla latte type of girl."
"are you saying that because i have a very soft and gentle aesthetic?" you chuckled.
"well- yes," snape coyly replied. "you remind me of a lot of soft and gentle things, in fact."
that piqued your interest and you eagerly sat down next to him, leaning forward and nodding for him to continue.
"well, you remind me of tulips," he sheepishly said, rubbing the side of his face. "and clouds. strawberries too, since i know you like them. perfume too, of course. floral perfume."
"well, floral perfume is what i wear all the time, so it's natural that reminds you of me," you blushed, biting your lip. "wanna know what scent reminds me of you?"
snape nodded snd you simply said, "old books."
snape's eyes widened, remembering how you had ran out of his classroom after saying that you could smell old books. he also happened to have amortentia sitting on his desk at that time.
snape gulped and asked, "well, want to know something interesting?" you nodded.
"i heard you say something in your sleep last night."
snape wasn't thinking straight, deciding to risk it all and just tell you everything.
"and what was that?" you quietly uttered, your room gradually becoming a bit too warm for your liking. the combination of the heat on your cheeks and the heat coming from the fireplace had you feeling hazy.
snape greatly hesitated, knowing he'd need to be straightforward with you in order to get anywhere.
"that…that you need me, y/n. i heard you say that you like me," snape stated so quietly that you almost didn't hear him.
you nearly fell off of your chair, steadying yourself as you proudly informed him, "well, it's true."
you bit your bottom lip so hard that it began to hurt, having no idea where this sudden boost of confidence and boldness came from.
snape's breath quickened, lightly gripping the armrests of the chair and carefully declaring, "i smelled your floral perfume in the amortentia, just like how you smelled my scent before you left my classroom."
you released your lip from your teeth, your lips parted as you breathily answered, "yes, sev. it's true."
the tension in the room was already growing, ascending to the climax of the moment.
"i…" you didn't finish your sentence, watching as snape's face came closer and closer to yours before his lips finally graced yours.
the flutter in your heart only increased when snape's lips met yours, only being able to focus on the feel of his lips; they were rough and a little dry and you could taste the slightest hint of spearmint on his breath.
snape's hand bunched up your hair on the back of your head, holding your face closer to his as his other hand found its place on your hip.
snape pleasantly invaded all of your senses; you felt intoxicated by his scent, his lips, and the little sounds of content he was making.
your lips eagerly moved with his, your hands clutching the front of his robes. snape's breath softly tickled your chin and he hummed, tracing random shapes into your hip as he placed n arm around you to pull you in more.
you slowly slid onto his lap, straddling him and running your fingers through his hair. snape gasped lightly into the kiss, holding your waist as he pulled away for a moment to breathe before claiming your lips again with his.
your ears fully tuned into the sound of the crackling fire and yours and snape's breathing, your nose picking up every trace of snape's scent and just him.
snape pulled away moments later, his chest gently rising and falling as he gazed at you. you licked your lips a few times, still feeling the touch of his mouth.
snape cupped your cheek and pecked your lips, smiling as he whispered, "that was lovely."
you giggled and hid your face in the crook of his neck, kissing over where his pulse point was and feeling his heart quickly beating against your mouth.
snape hugged you tightly against him, leaving small kisses along your hairline. the two of you didn't say anything much after that, enjoying each other's presence and the joy of that moment.
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chapter thirteen
just a couple of days later and the death of barty crouch sr., whom you had spoken to several times before during your auror training, rocked your world. you were shocked and saddened by the news, yet it also put you on further high alert for the events to come.
"i'm scared," you quietly confessed to snape as you and him headed down to the stadium for the third and final task. "so many things can happen."
"i know, y/n. honestly, i'm scared too, but i'll make sure to keep you safe and sound," he promised you, his hand brushing against yours as you and him walked.
you grabbed his hand and held it, putting on a calm demeanor as you waved to your fellow professors and greeted them.
they all quickly noticed you and snape holding hands but didn't say anything, simply smiling at the two of you as you all sat down inside the stadium.
the maze loomed nearby, the hedges thick and tall and hiding who knows what inside. your grip on snape's hand tightened, a telltale sign of you becoming overly anxious. snape noticed and wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you close.
you barely heard dumbledore explain the rules of the third task, too focused on trying to keep your anxiety under control.
the third task began and you allowed yourself to relax a little, watching the maze practically swallow up the four champions as they walked inside.
"who do you think is going to win?" snape asked you in an attempt to get your mind on something else.
"harry, hopefully. he's very brave and deserves this victory," you said as you scooted closer to snape, nearly on his lap at this point. "cedric diggory has been doing very well too, though."
snape nodded, massaging your waist absentmindedly. "whatever happens, everything will be okay," he whispered to you, and you knew he wasn't referring to the tournament anymore.
you sighed and sadly placed your head on his shoulder, a habit that you recently developed. it made you feel safe whenever you did that, since it allowed you to become physically closer to snape.
about ten minutes into the task, red sparks shot up from the maze, signaling that someone needed help inside the maze.
a few professors cautiously made their way inside the maze. snape held you back before you went to help, telling you that you needed to allow yourself to fully relax.
it was boring waiting for a champion to come out of the maze, so you struck up conversations with snape and the students around you to pass the time. the students were hesitant to talk to snape because of how he's treated them in the past, but snape actually got a few words out of them, mostly by telling them what their next potions lesson would be about.
you honestly lost track of time, too focused on conversing and laughing with those around you to notice the fear stricken expression on snape's face. he suddenly drew back from the conversation, gripping his left forearm as he gritted his teeth.
"sev? what's wrong?" you asked him with great concern as you put your full focus on him.
"it's burning!" he answered you in a panic as he held his foreman harder, cursing.
your stomach dropped and you frantically looked around, expecting to see voldemort swooping down on the stadium. all you saw were viktor krum and fleur delacour being escorted from the maze and back to their respective headmasters.
there was a beat of silence before harry suddenly appeared on the grass by the stands, clutching the triwizard cup. next to him laid cedric diggory, staring lifelessly up at the sky.
everyone began to cheer and clap, the cheerful tune of the hogwarts march joining the sounds of the crowd. however, the joyful mood quickly dissipated when fleur delacour suddenly screamed and dumbledore noticed that harry was sobbing.
you watched dumbledore rush over to harry, attempting to pull him away from cedric's body as harry sobbed out protests. dumbledore finally let go of him, bending down to his level as harry cried out, "he's back! voldemort is back! cedric asked me to bring his body back, i couldn't leave him there!"
dumbledore's eyes widened in horror, looking down at cedric and just now realizing that he was dead.
you and snape immediately rushed down to the grass, joining dumbledore and harry. those still in the stands were too stunned to move, shock written across their faces as they all watched harry sob and clutch onto cedric.
amos diggory, cedric's father, came running over to his son, wailing out, "that's my son!! my boy!!!"
"harry, come with me," you gently told him as you grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the scene.
"no!" he shouted at you, trying to break free of your grasp. "i have to stay with him!"
your heart broke seeing harry so distraught, but you knew that you couldn't just leave him here. you exchanged a tearful look with snape before you took harry with you out of the stadium, trying your best to soothe him.
snape found you in your office with harry. you were giving harry warm tea and wrapping a blanket around his shoulders. snape was panicking, neglecting the searing pain in his forearm as he rushed over to you and harry.
"are you alright?" snape quietly asked harry as he looked down at him.
harry looked up, surprised to see snape there. he quickly shook his head and sniffled loudly, his body trembling as he tightly clutched onto the cup that held his tea.
snape placed a hand on harry's shoulder for a moment before pulling back to look at you, instantly escorting you to the side to whisper in your ear, "i have to go soon."
"go where? you can't leave now!" you gasped, looking over snape's shoulder at harry, who was blankly staring down at his feet.
"i have to go, y/n!" snape shouted in frustration. you flinched, murmuring out an apology.
"no, it's fine," snape whispered as he kissed your temple. "i'm sorry. just- just be safe, okay? i'll be back."
you silently nodded, giving him a tight hug before he left your office in a hurry.
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chapter fourteen
the atmosphere at hogwarts after cedric's death was painfully solemn.
final exams and all other school activities were canceled because of the recent events. snape had returned late that night of cedric's death, refusing to tell you where he had gone and what he had been doing. this frustrated you greatly, but you didn't press him for any more information.
everyone gathered in the great hall on the last day of the school year to give a heartfelt speech about cedric's life and death.
when dumbledore mentioned that cedric died at the hands of voldemort, snape's hand found yours and securely held it. you squeezed his hand, wiping away your tears with a tissue. you felt lost, unsure of what was to come next for hogwarts and the wizarding world in general.
you sadly packed your bags later that day, knowing you were going to be replaced by another professor at the start of the next term. you were going to miss teaching and miss your students, but you still had your job at the ministry to look forward to.
"why are you packing?" snape casually asked you as you and him stood in your room later that day.
"did you forget that i'm leaving?" you tearfully asked him, sniffling loudly.
snape shook his head. "no, but i did ask dumbledore if you can live here at the school. he said you can stay in my room with me."
you dropped the sweater that you were in the middle of folding, running over to snape and throwing your arms around him.
"gosh, sev. what would i do without you?" you mumbled as you kissed his cheek.
"probably be miserable," he teased, patting your back. "i just didn't want us to be separated, especially not now with voldemort being back."
you sighed happily and hugged him tightly, feeling so grateful for snape and all he's done for you.
you moved your stuff into snape's room, immediately claiming the left side of his bed as yours and cuddling him the moment he laid down.
snape was touch starved so he gladly accepted your cuddles, laughing when you practically enveloped yourself in his cloak as you laid beside him.
"i wonder who's going to teach defense against the dark arts in september," you sighed as you laid your head on snape's chest, keeping his cloak around you.
"whoever it is, i bet they won't be half as good as you," snape reassured you as he combed his fingers through your hair. "you're a great teacher and you'll be an even greater auror."
"thank you, handsome," you smiled as you left a kiss on snape's cheek. snape let put a strange, squeaky noise when you called him handsome, blushing furiously as he looked away.
"you're very handsome. in fact, you're the most handsome man i've ever met," you giggled as snape hid his face in his pillow, clearly embarrassed. "it's true, sev."
snape looked up at you and cracked a smile, kissing the side of your head repeatedly. he then rested his head on your chest and you played with his hair, holding him as the two of you became comfortably wrapped in his cloak.
as you laid with snape, your only thoughts were of what would happen next. with voldemort back, you were unsure of how safe you and everyone else in the wizarding world would be.
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