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ilyasorokinn · 7 months

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thank the donkey , ross macdonald

note, okay, originally, there was going to be a big halloween series, but i couldn't think of anything that really spoke to me and i wasn't inspired, but i was inspired to write for ross. so, this is my contribution to the holiday. this is my new personality trait, get used to it. also, lmk if you like this little family because i do and would like to write more if you'd want to see it :) another note, i tried to find photos of the costumes but couldn't so please just use your imagination :) last note, dedicating this to vee (@abiiors)! i was inspired by your dad!ross, so in my world, ross is also a girl dad and names his daughters after flowers lol love ya <3 pair, ross macdonald x reader summary, poppy macdonald is upset her dad is working on halloween. her dad is even more upset he has to work. so, he does the best he can to make the night special for her. warnings, kids/children word count, 1240 words (a little short, i know. but i promise it's sweet!)

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Halloween, no matter how old you were, was your favorite holiday. When you were growing up, most of the other kid's favorite holiday was Christmas, not you. Maybe it was that your parents went all out, or maybe it was that they let you eat all the candy you wanted, but it left a lasting mark on you.

So, when you had your first daughter, her second Halloween (the first you really celebrated with her), you went all out. You and Ross dressed up as poppies and Poppy was a gardener. She had no idea what was going on but she found it hilarious that her parents were wearing weird big flower things on their heads.

Now, Poppy was four, and her little sister, Willow, was 10 months old. Poppy had inherited your love for Halloween and by August had her Halloween costume planned. She wanted to match with you and Ross which made you a little sad, knowing that Ross would have to work on Halloween.

When you did tell her he was working, she was sad but her mood brightened a little when you told her she could still dress up for the show.

She was very adamant about being Donkey from Shrek, so you did your best to make that happen. The band loved the idea of Shrek, so they each decided to follow in your daughter's footsteps and dress up as a different character and assigned themself different characters.

Poppy was Donkey, Willow would be Puss in Boots, Gabbriette would be the Fiona to your Shrek, Matty would be Lord Farquaad while George, Adam, and Ross would be the Three Blind Mice. John would be the Dragon, Jamie would be Pinocchio, Polly would be the Big Bad Wolf and Gabrielle would be the Fairy Godmother.

Poppy was completely oblivious to everyone's costumes and was just excited to get to dress up and eat candy all night.

On the day, you walked around Detroit and got her some candy from a couple of stores that were handing it out before you headed over to the arena for soundcheck, one of Poppy's favorite parts of the concerts. She got to go on stage and dance around with her uncle and dad.

Before the show, after Ross helped you dress the girls, and after he'd left to get himself ready, Gabbriette came in and watched the girls briefly while you got ready, and took pictures of you and the girls before Willow started to cry. You soothed her then slipped headphones onto both her and Poppy. Poppy's headphones had a pair of donkey ears glued on and Willow's had a pair of cat ears.

You heard the intro to the opening song and held Poppy's hand as you walked to the side of the stage where you watched the show. Willow sat in the baby Bjorn comfortably and watched from the stage with wide eyes.

"Mommy." Poppy gasped when she saw the band dressed up as the characters from her favorite movie.

"I know." You gasped with the same enthusiasm as you bent down to her level, "Look at Uncle Matty." You giggled with her when she saw what he was wearing.

Ross looked over to the side of the stage and waved at Poppy, who giggled and waved back shyly. Poppy couldn't stop smiling as she looked at the band's costumes.

Somewhere in the middle of the set, Matty finally addressed the crowd and addressed their crazy costumes, "Now, I know we look a little crazy right because we're missing our main characters, but I'll have you know this idea was formed because of my little goddaughter. She loves Shrek, and I mean, who doesn't?" The crowd cheered at that.

"So, the littlest MacDonald is Donkey and her mom is Shrek. Strange, I don't know how we got there, but here we are." He shrugged, keeping everything about your daughter vague because he knew you and Ross didn't want people knowing too much about Poppy or Willow, "So, anyways, everyone thank Donkey for this genius idea." Matty and Ross looked over to the side of the stage where Poppy was beaming at the sound of the cheers.

The rest of the show went on as normal and right before Ross turned off the lights, Poppy ran onto the stage and over to her dad, which sent the crowd into a frenzy because Little MacDonald, Donkey herself, was on stage. The lights were strobing so there wasn't a clear image of her face which was why she was on the stage in the first place.

Ross picked her up and carried her over to the giant light switch that would turn off the lights on the stage. He waited a few seconds before he gave her a nod and she pulled the lever, shutting the lights off on the stage.

He carried her offstage and once she was in the safety wings, she was off and running to greet her uncles and godfather. Ross removed Willow from the Bjorn, surprised that she was still awake because it was way past her bedtime.

Now baby-free, you gladly accepted the drink Gabbriette was handing you, "She's gonna be up a while, isn't she?" Ross asked.

"I'm hoping for a sugar crash," You smiled, watching George pick up Poppy and run around with her like an airplane, "You did amazing tonight, by the way." You nudged him.

"Yeah, I had a donkey and an ogre to impress." He teased.

"I'm gonna save the smack in the head for later because you're holding my baby." You narrowed your eyes at him.

"I love you, too." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you followed everyone else into whichever room would be used as the afterparty room.

You rolled your eyes, "I love you, too, even if you're mean to me sometimes." In response, he placed a kiss on your head.

When you made it to the room, Matty was standing outside with Poppy, who was pouting, "Why can't I go in?" She whined.

"It'll ruin the surprise, Pop." He explained, tapping her on the head, "You like surprises, don't you?" She nodded her head enthusiastically, "Then just wait a second." Poppy turned to you and frowned.

"Listen to your uncle, flower," Ross told her. She frowned and crossed her arms, "Just wait a second." He laughed.

A few seconds later, Matty opened the door and nodded over to Poppy, "Cmere." She skipped over to him, gasping when she saw what was in the room.

The best part of Halloween, in any kid's eyes, was trick-or-treating, and everyone knew that Poppy was a little upset she was missing it, so in the biggest room in the arena, everyone spread out with little bags of candy, creating a makeshift version trick-or-treating.

"Here's your bag." Matty handed her a big bag before tapping her on the head once more. She didn't need to be told twice before she was running into the room from person to person, gathering candy.

You looked over at Ross, who was smiling with pride, "You planned this, didn't you?"

"Halloween's her favorite." He shrugged, before producing your favorite candy bar from his pocket, "Like her mother's." He kissed your head again, smiling as Poppy giggled.

"You're amazing, Ross MacDonald, you know that?" You smiled up at him.

"Says you." He nudged you, smiling equally as big and squeezing your shoulder.

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alrightbuckaroo · 6 months

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Thanksgiving is a week away and I do not have the time to write a Thanksigiving story (even though I'd love to, we need more Thanksgiving settings) so instead, I present some 126 Thankgiving head-canons:

Owen has deigned himself the host of Thanksgiving and everyone tells him to finally take advantage of the chance to eat as unhealthily as he wants to.

Nancy and Tommy both agree to bring dessert - Tommy brings homemade blondies and Nancy brings store bought vanilla cupcakes. "Don't look at me like that, TK. I did "bring" them."

Carlos calls Andrea to let her know that she's invited to the 126 thanksgiving and Andrea tells him that she already knows, Owen invited her first.

Grace reprimands Carlos over how long it's been since he's been online and she's been stuck kicking everyone's ass in Overwatch all by herself.

Mateo, Carlos, TK, Paul, Judd play touch football after dinner. Owen is invited to join but he's still the only one gnawing on the vegan turkey roast that no one else wanted to eat.

Judd keeps nodding off after dinner to the sound of Spaghetti Westerns while Charlie lies on his lap. He keeps waking himself up and telling everyone that he's just resting his eyes.

Paul is in charge of the dinner party playlist - it's a jazz mix with Miles Davis, Bill Evans, Nat King Cole, Sarah Vaughan, Ella Fitzgerald and Chet Baker. He finds a way to sneak Frank Sinatra's Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas somewhere in there.

Marjan's recently started taking pottery classes with Joe and she brings over homemade dishes to hold the sides. Marjan's looks perfect, Joe's not so much.

Tommy and Andrea have both been obsessed with the same telenovela and Grace has to tell them both to stop spoiling it; she hasn't caught up just yet.

Carlos, without a doubt, plays peek-a-boo with Charlie.

TK spends a good ten minutes trying to convince Tommy's girls to ask Tommy for a bearded dragon so Lou II can have someone to play with.

Paul and Mateo break the wishbone - Mateo wins and wishes for more wishbones.

Both Owen and Judd agree that Carlos should be the one to carve the turkey, something Gabriel always used to do during the Reyes Thanksgiving.

Mateo and Nancy are both cheating at Phase 10 and the other one knows it but they both don't mind.

On the drive back home, TK makes an awful pun about the 126 being #SquashGoals and while Carlos acts like he hates it, he not so secretly loves it.

#sadly put much more thought into this than i should have LOL #911 lone star #911 ls #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #owen strand #grace ryder #judd ryder #tommy vega #nancy gillian #paul strickland #marjan marwani #mateo chavez

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pinkpinkstarlet · 4 months

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guys I need more people to ramble about and hyperfixate with over my atsv beauty and the beast au and my atsv enchanted au bc ITS TAKING ME OVERRRR

like beauty and the beast au but Jeff doesn’t get cursed by an enchantress because he’s an asshole (being honest he would not be that much of a dick) but AARON WANTS REVENGE AGAINST JEFF FOR CUTTING TIES WITH HIM AND USES HIS PROWLER ESQUE POWERS TO TURN HIM INTO A BEAST AND CURSE THE REST OF THE CASTLE. Or wait even better WHAT IF ITS A TASK ASSIGNED TO HIM BY KINGPIN AND HE RELUCTANTLY STILL DOES IT HOLY SHIT

and then there’s Rio being Belle and MIGUEL BEING GASTON HOLY SHIT HE’D BE SUCH A JERK and imagine like idk fucking Peter b as LeFou LMAO.

also omg imagine the rest of the spider society being the utensils or some shit OMGGGG like Jess being ms potts SKFHSKDHSKDHD

and also the scene where the beast transforms back into a human and belle has to take a second before she really recognizes him when looking at his eyes and they kiss but with Rio and Jeff 🥺🥺🥺 I can’t it’s so cute skfhskdhskdhd

also I feel like as a beast Jeff would kinda be more like a bear mixed with a wolf or something but it’s mostly bear qualities lolol

ok ok NOW ONTO ENCHANTED IM NOT FINISHED

IF YA’LL HAVE SEEN ENCHANTED YOU KNOW HOW THIS IS GONNA GO

So Rio is Giselle, and Jeff is Robert. That’s extremely expected. But here’s the interesting thing: GABRIEL (like Miguel’s younger brother) AS PRINCE EDWARD AND-

CONCHATA AS NARISSA

THE FUCKING POTENTIAL THIS HAS Y’ALL CANT FATHOM IT AKFHSKDHSKDHSJD

also like imagine that scene like after the “so close” scene (the most romantic scene in any movie ever btw) where Narissa shows up as a disguised old woman again and pursuades Giselle to eat the apple but with the characters we have in this au. Like thinking of Rio being extremely devastated that she can’t see Jeff ever again and that she actually wants to be a real woman in the real world. Her old fairytale life doesn’t feel right anymore, and she loves Jeff and she loves New York. And then Conchata comes here being like “you could forget everything that’s happened here, like it never happened” and manipulates her with the idea of being miserable while having to be with someone she doesn’t love forever. AND THEN THE SCENE WHERE ROBERT KISSES AND WAKES UP GISELLE AFTER EDWARD’S KISS DOESN’T WORK BUT WITH RIO AND JEFF OMGG!!!!

also Rio saving her man from dragon!conchata omg THIS IS MELTING MY BRAIN IN A GOOD WAY SKDHSJFHDJ

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carlos-in-glasses · 7 months

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An update to the list!

I'm blown away by the fact that anyone would give their precious time to my fics - I want you to know that I always strive for it to be time well-spent. Thank you, thank you. I'll update this list as more fics are posted. Running from most recently posted to the first❤️:

Search And Rescue - (15k, E) - On their first Valentine's Day as husbands, Carlos surprises TK with a trip to adopt a retired police dog.

Where All This Love Comes From - (107k, E) - TK reflects on meeting Carlos after years of addiction and self-destruction, while Carlos seeks closure by uncovering two unknowns: The identity of his father’s killer, and how his father truly felt about Carlos as his son.

You Can Leave Your Hat On - (6k, E) - The heating breaks in the loft so TK and Carlos find another way to stay warm.

Suddenly, in the Silence – (10k, E) - TK wonders if he's being haunted by Gabriel, while Carlos questions his faith.

Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines – (14k, E) - A coda for 3x08 that also explores how 9/11 impacted TK and Carlos as children.

Release the Hand to Relax the Animal – (15k, E) - TK and Carlos have tantric sex.

When Soulmates Swim – (53k, E) - A season 1 canon compliant AU. TK and Carlos find each other and themselves when they each take up swimming.

The Centre of the Maze – (21k, M) - TK and Carlos have never been on the easy path, but all have lead to the wedding.

With Infinity Folded Into It – (8k, M) - After TK proposes, Carlos remembers the first time they said I love you. And he bakes a babka. Sort of.

Fire Island – (12k, M) - TK and Carlos visit the legendary Fire Island and learn from an older couple about life at the height of the AIDS crisis.

The Light of Our Life – (2k, T) - A coda for 4x12. Carlos buys TK a bearded dragon.

The Heart Behind the Shield – (34k, E) - A coda for 2x08 and 4x04 combined. Carlos and TK work through their kidnapping traumas and Carlos and Gabriel share an important moment.

Afterglow of a Supernova – (13k, M) - Carlos and TK have dinner with Carlos’ high school crush and his wife. Insecurities rise and jealousy ensues in an unexpected way.

Man to Man – (15k, E) - A coda for 2x12. In 2010, Carlos comes out to his parents. In 2021, in the aftermath of the housefire, Carlos feels more empowered to talk to Gabriel and embrace his life with TK.

Chasers – (13k, E) - A coda for 3x13. TK is alone with Cooper, Carlos is alone with his thoughts. Both recall times they’ve chased the next high, other men, or each other.

The Ruins of Wonderland – (14k, E) - The severe winter storm doesn’t happen as forecast and Austin receives a manageable snowfall – without TK plunging into a frozen lake. Nancy’s 126 hang goes ahead. TK attends, but so does Carlos…

In Your Adorable Glasses – (4k, T) - Carlos is struggling to find the perfect poem for the wedding; TK tries to help but sits on his glasses.

Wrestling Angels – (8k, M) - Carlos wishes he could invite his seventeen-year-old self to his wedding to TK.

A Naked House – (8k, M) - TK, Carlos and the 126 attend a murder mystery event in which a real murder takes place and TK vanishes…

Teardrop on the Fire – (11k, E) - TK discovers a birthday card Carlos had written for him during their breakup.

Bath Time and Black Magic – (7k, E) - Carlos is naturally upset after being kidnapped by a satanic cult, so he and TK have a bubble bath and talk about it.

A Rainy Day in Austin – (5k, T) - A 3x15 coda. TK and Carlos drive to the greenbelt to release Lou.

Sensitivity – (5k, M) - TK opens up to Carlos about his past, and Carlos finds himself falling for him even harder.

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mybutcheredtongue · 6 days

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I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

post azkaban sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO (see full series list here)

1994

The waiting is killing you. Killing you. The glassy surface of the Black Lake is still and unmoving, showing no signs of life beneath its waters.

At least with the dragon task you were able to watch Harry as he dipped and dived, roaring and cheering for him...but here, you just have to wait. Agonisingly wait for that messy mop of black hair to emerge.

"Come on, come on..." you mutter anxiously, drumming your fingers on the bench beneath you. "Where is he..."

"I'm sure he'll be up soon," Remus assures from beside you, his eyes fixed on the lake too. "He's clever. So clever to use that gillyweed! Ingenious, really."

You're so glad Remus was able to come out for this task. Otherwise, you think you might have jumped into the lake after Harry already.

"That's what you think," you say. "I just hope he isn't half as daft as his father."

"He isn't," Remus replies firmly. "But he's just as brave."

Well, he's definitely brave anyway. Resourceful, quick-thinking, yes. Clever — perhaps not so much. You recall the time he handed up astronomy homework that said the sun revolves around Earth in a counter-clockwise movement — a conclusion that you have absolutely no idea how he came to.

Fleur was the first to come back, she returned ages ago, though without her hostage. She had emerged with several cuts across her face, her robes tattered and torn after she had been attacked by Grindylows. Madam Pomfrey has been busy dabbing at her with different ointments and ingredients for the past while.

A great splash and a large gulp of air reaches your ears and your eyes search for the source of the sound — Cedric Diggory's head is now bobbing just above the surface of the lake, with a drenched Cho Chang in his arms as they make their way towards the land. You clap loudly for him, proud to see one of your students be the first back with their hostage, but still worried for Harry. Your gaze quickly returns to the lake and once again, you wait.

While Cedric and Cho are given towels and are getting dried off, a solid five minutes passes and Viktor Krum is next to break the surface of the lake, though his head has been oddly morphed into some kind of half-shark. Hermione is bobbing beside him, looking very pale as her teeth chatter. He pulls her to the land and you get out of your seat, hurrying over to her with Remus in tow.

"Alright, Hermione?" You ask, grabbing one of the thick blankets and draping it over her shoulders.

"Y-yep!" She smiles at you, teeth clashing together with the cold, her hair dripping freezing droplets of water onto her shoulders. "Hello, M-mr Lupin!"

Remus gives her a smile. "Hello, Hermione. Lovely to see you again."

Just Harry left.

Everyone waits, anticipating the arrival of the last champion any moment now.

"What is he doing down there?" You muse, worry lining your voice.

"Perhaps he's fallen asleep," Remus jokes and you elbow him, giving him a very unamused look.

"I don't find you funny, Remus! I actually find you incredibly unfunny!" You snap. "You shouldn't joke about that."

"He will be fine," Remus continues. "Seriously. Dumbledore wouldn't let anything bad happen to him, you know that."

"He's let plenty of bad things happen to him before," you scoff, clicking your tongue.

Then, to your immense relief, Harry's head finally splashes to the surface, holding onto Ron and...also onto Fleur Delacour's hostage, her younger sister.

Cheers and screams arise from the crowd, and Harry and Ron start to pull Fleur's sister through the water and up onto the bank, where the judges are standing.

"Gabrielle! Gabrielle! Is she alive? Is she 'urt?" Fleur shouts hysterically as she fights to free herself from Madame Maxime's strong grip.

You have to laugh when you see Ron's older brother, Percy, grabbing hold of his brother and dragging him to the bank fussily.

Madam Pomfrey immediately seizes Harry, throwing another thick blanket over him and pouring a searing-hot potion down his throat. Steam gushes out of his ears.

"Oh, thank goodness, Harry!" You exclaim, giving him a quick hug. "I thought you were never going to show up!"

"She thought of every single thing that could've gone wrong and seemed to believe that they had all happened to you," Remus tells him, grinning mischievously. Harry smiles back. "Good job, by the way. Very clever to use the gillyweed."

Hermione is of the same mind. "Well done, Harry! You did it, you found out how all by yourself!"

"Well — " he pauses momentarily. " — Yeah, that's right."

Dumbledore, who had been hunched over at the side of the lake, deep in conversation with what looks to be the chief merperson, now straightens up and addresses the judges. "A conference before we give the marks, I think."

The judges all go into a huddle, whispering together. Madam Pomfrey fetches Ron and plops him down beside Harry, throwing a blanket around him.

Fleur Delacour makes her way over, escaping Madam Pomfrey's clutches. "You saved 'er," she says breathlessly to Harry. "Even though she was not your 'ostage."

"Yeah."

Fleur swoops down and kisses Harry twice on both cheeks, causing Harry's pale skin to now turn a furious shade of crimson. You have to bring your hand to your mouth to stop your laugh, sharing a glance with Remus.

"And you too, you 'elped — " she says to Ron.

Ron looks extremely hopeful, enthusiastically saying, "Yeah, yeah, a bit — "

Fleur kisses him too and you don't miss the way Hermione looks positively furious, turning away and clicking her tongue disapprovingly. Ron looks delighted, watching as Fleur departs to go find her sister once again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached our decision. Merchieftainess Murcus has told us exactly what happened at the bottom of the lake, and we have therefore decided to award marks out of fifty for each of the champions, as follows..."

Everyone in the stands go quiet, listening intently to what Ludo Bagman is saying.

"Fleur Delacour, though she demonstrated excellent use of the Bubble-Head Charm, was attacked by grindylows as she approached her goal, and failed to retrieve her hostage. We award her twenty-five points."

Applause.

"Cedric Diggory, who also used the Bubble-Head Charm, was first to return with his hostage, though he returned one minute outside of the time limit of an hour. We therefore award him forty-seven points."

"Viktor Krum used an incomplete form of transfiguration, which was nevertheless effective, and was second to return with his hostage. We award him forty points."

Karkaroff claps extremely hard, looking especially superior. You feel the urge to push him into the lake.

"Harry Potter used gillyweed to great effect," Bagman continues. "He returned last, and well outside the time limit of an hour. However, the Merchieftainess informs us that Mr Potter was first to reach the hostages, and that the delay in his return was due to his determination to return all hostages to safety, not merely his own. Most of the judges — " Bagman shoots a particularly nasty look at Karkaroff, " — feel that this shows moral fiber and merits full marks. However...Mr Potter's score is forty-five points."

Your heart leaps and you turn to beam at Harry, clapping enthusiastically. "Oh, brilliant, Harry! Well done!"

Harry has a large grin on his face, smiling at Ron and Hermione as they voice their praises.

"The third and final task will take place at dusk on the twenty-fourth of June," says Bagman. "The champions will be notified of what is coming precisely one month beforehand. Thank you all for your support of the champions."

⁠✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。

The weather is surprisingly nice and sunny for once, though you suspect it won't last very long. Yesterday there was such torrential rain you thought the castle might blow apart, and now it is blissfully calm and still and bright. You take advantage of this luck to sit out in the grounds under a large tree, reading a book and writing a letter to your parents.

You used to come out to this tree all the time as kids. A very specific one — not far from the banks of the Black Lake. You, Alice, and Lily would sit on the grass under it chatting and doing homework (or pretending to do it) whenever the weather allowed. Sirius and the rest of the boys would often interrupt these sessions to pull pranks, flirt and just generally annoy you.

You say annoy, but they didn't really. Your heart used to leap when you'd see Sirius strolling down towards you with his very Sirius swagger, knowing that he was heading straight for you and no one else.

"Professor!"

You look up, turning your head to see your three favourite students heading towards you, Harry leading the trio with a scrap of parchment in his hands.

"Hello, you three," you say with a smile, shutting your book closed to give them your full attention. "Something up?"

Harry hands you the parchment, and you instantly notice that the contents are very short, and that you recognise the messy handwriting.

Be at stile at end of road out of Hogsmeade (past Dervish and Banges) at two o'clock on Saturday afternoon. Bring as much food as you can.

"That...are you telling me Sirius is in Hogsmeade?"

"Sure looks it, doesn't it?" Hermione says.

"That twat," you say tensely, handing the parchment back to Harry. Hermione raises her eyebrows. "I mean, really, it's as if he's asking to be caught!"

"That's what I said!" Harry agrees heatedly.

"Look, he's made it this far, hasn't he?" says Ron. "And it's not like the place is swarming with Dementors anymore."

You bite your lip, thinking. "I suppose you have a good point, Ron. I'll save my berating for Saturday."

You heart is thrumming in your chest, excitement coursing through your body. You'll get to see him. Really see him. Though you want to give out for his recklessness, you secretly want to praise him for it. All this risk, just to see you and Harry? How sweet.

Stupid, really. But sweet all the same!

You should probably take a quick trip home before you see him, bring him some of his own clothes from the house. You do have a few of his shirts and jumpers in your chambers, but you usually wear those to bed and you're not sure if you're too keen on giving those away.

"Well, I can handle the food, no problem," you say to them, stretching out your arms. "Bitsy will be delighted...I'll wait outside Dervish and Banges for you and we can all go together."

Harry nods. "Do you think he's actually going to be there? Or will it be some weird kind of magic again?"

You chuckle, shaking your head. "He'll be there this time. Don't know what exactly he's planning, but he'll be there."

Later that day, you stand in front of your second group of fourth-years for their astronomy class. Slytherins and Ravenclaws tonight.

"Let's see...Ms Parkinson, can you tell me the difference between an umbra and a penumbra?" You look down at Pansy Parkinson, who startles immediately and tears her eyes away from whatever she was reading under her desk.

"Uh...well..." she looks to her friend beside her for help and you sigh, shaking your head.

"Parkinson, what are you reading?" You ask.

"Nothing."

You raise your eyebrows. "Doesn't look like nothing to me. Hand it to me and start listening, please."

Pansy sighs, pulling out a magazine and reluctantly handing it to you. You glance at the cover: Witch Weekly.

You toss it on your desk and return to your lesson, not missing the way Pansy Parkinson tosses dirty looks your way for the rest of it. At the end, you expect her to come up and collect the magazine once again, but instead she just hurries out of the tower with her friends.

"Parkinson, your magazine!" You call, but she doesn't return for it. You shrug, picking it up yourself and leaning back in your chair, idly flicking through the pages. Most of it is pure sensationalism, a few recipes here and there, some ads...and then there's one article that catches your eye.

HARRY POTTER'S SECRET HEARTACHE

A boy like no other, perhaps — yet a boy suffering all the usual pangs of adolescence, writes Rita Skeeter. Deprived of love since the tragic demise of his parents, fourteen-year-old Harry Potter thought he had found solace in his steady girlfriend at Hogwarts, Muggle-born Hermione Granger. Little did he know that he would shortly be suffering yet another emotional blow in a life already littered with personal loss.

Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to have a taste for famous wizards that Harry alone cannot satisfy. Since the arrival at Hogwarts of Viktor Krum, Bulgarian Seeker and hero of the last World Quidditch Cup, Miss Granger has been toying with both boys' affections. Krum, who is openly smitten with the devious Miss Granger, has already invited her to visit him in Bulgaria over the summer holidays, and insists that he has "never felt this way about any other girl."

However, it might not be Miss Granger's doubtful natural charms that have captured these unfortunate boys' interest.

"She’s really ugly," says Pansy Parkinson, a pretty and vivacious fourth-year student, "but she'd be well up to making a Love Potion, she's quite brainy. I think that’s how she's doing it."

Love Potions are, of course, banned at Hogwarts, and no doubt Albus Dumbledore will want to investigate these claims. In the meantime, Harry Potter's well-wishers must hope that, next time, he bestows his heart on a worthier candidate.

You're seething. Absolutely livid. You're going to kill Rita Skeeter. What a disgusting, low-life bitch.

I mean really, how desperate for a story does she have to be that she decides to get scoops on teenagers? You're currently envisioning picking up that vile crocodile-skin clutch of hers and smacking her across the face with it.

Poor Hermione and poor Harry! You just hope they haven't seen that article.

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The sun shines upon your exceptionally heavy bag, full of food, and on the other in your hand, full of Sirius' clothes. He's all you've been able to think about this past week. Of course, he's all you ever think about, but you've just been brimming with so much excitement at the prospect of seeing him you haven't been able to focus properly on anything.

You feel young again, like you're going on your first date with Sirius once more. How wonderful it would be to relive that perfect day. You'd gone to Hogsmeade together on a snowy day in January, you went to the Three Broomsticks, totally snogged —

But today, you're going to be accompanied by your godson and his two friends.

Perhaps not as romantic as you would hope.

"Merlin, what have you got in there?" Ron asks in amazement when they near Dervish and Banges, taking in the sight of your bulging bags.

You shrug. "Clothes and food. Nothing too fancy."

Ron raises his eyebrows at you.

You sigh, clutching the bags tighter and the four of your start walking down the street, to the edge of the village. The winding lane leads you out into the wild countryside around Hogsmeade and towards the large mountain beside it.

"Have you been out this way before, professor?" Hermione asks curiously, looking around her in wonderment.

"Oh, plenty of times," you reply. "We used to go exploring every time we came to Hogsmeade. Now, if I know Sirius, I know exactly where he'll be..."

You turn a corner and spot a stile at the end of the lane. Sure enough, waiting for you there with his paws on the topmost bar, is a very large, very shaggy black dog, who is carrying a bundle of newspapers in his mouth and looking very familiar...

"Hey, Sirius," Harry greets when you reach him.

You feel your heart leap at the very sight of him, chuckling when he sniffs your bag and wags his tail in approval. He turns and starts to trot away from you, and you quickly clamber over the stile to hurry after him.

Sirius leads you to the very foot of the mountain, where the ground is covered in boulders and rocks. It's easy for him, of course, with his four legs, but the rest of you find it considerably more difficult and as you climb higher you find yourself out of breath.

For nearly half an hour you follow him, following a steep and stony path, the sun beating down on your already sweaty skin. You can feel the straps of your bag cutting into your shoulders and your feet starting to burn.

"I'm going to strangle you when this is over," you shout, and Sirius barks once indignantly. "Harry, you should've brought your broomstick."

Harry laughs and mutters something in agreement, continuing to follow after Sirius.

At last, Sirius disappears from sight through a narrow fissure in the rock and you reluctantly squeeze through it, finding yourself in a cool, dimly lit cave. Tethered at the end of it, one end of his rope tied around a large rock, is Buckbeak. You bow to him, and after scrutinising your for a moment, his front knees bend to you. Hermione rushes forward to stroke his feathery neck, but you're too focused on the black dog, which has now transformed into your husband.

He's wearing the same raggedy grey robes he was wearing when he first escaped Azkaban. His hair is longer than it was when you and Harry had talked to him in the fireplace, and it's become matted and knotted again. He looks very thin.

"Food!" He says hoarsely after removing the old Daily Prophets from his mouth, looking to you pleadingly.

You toss the food bag at him and immediately his face lights up when he pulls open the drawstring, pulling out a a chicken drumstick and tearing into it.

"Thanks," he says. "I've been living off rats mostly."

"I can tell," you say, worry creeping into your voice.

"I can't steal too much from Hogsmeade; I'd draw attention to myself."

He grins at you and you sigh, opening up the other bag of clothes and pulling out a shirt, inspecting it. Sirius looks surprised to see it.

"These might be a bit big on you now..." you say, moving to hold it up in front of his chest, clicking your tongue thoughtfully. "But anything's better than those dirty robes you have on."

"I was trying to look edgy."

You snort, rolling your eyes and returning the shirt to the bag, holding it out for him to take.

Sirius smiles at you, his expression softening as his eyes flicker over your face as if he's committing it to memory for the umpteenth time. "I missed you," he says quietly.

"I missed you too," you reply, leaning up to give him a light kiss on the lips, conscious of the fact that Ron, Harry, and Hermione are still here with you, before pulling away. He sits down on the cave floor, patting the spot beside him.

You smile, sitting down and motioning for the kids to join you.

"What're you doing here, Sirius?" Harry asks.

"Fulfilling my duty as godfather," Sirius says simply, pulling another drumstick from the bag and starting to eat it. "Don't worry about it, I'm pretending to be a lovable stray."

He grins again, but upon seeing the anxious look on Harry's face, he says more seriously, "I want to be on the spot. Your last letter...well, let's just say things are getting fishier. I've been stealing the paper every time someone throws them out, and by the looks of things, I'm not the only one who's been getting worried..."

He nods at the yellowing Daily Prophets he'd thrown on the ground, and Ron bends down to pick one up and unfold it.

"What if they catch you? What if you're seen?" Harry asks, and you share in the worried look on his face.

"You four and Dumbledore are the only ones around here that know I'm an Animagus," he says, shrugging.

"You shouldn't have come, Sirius," you say quietly. "It's far too dangerous."

"I'm careful, love. I know how to take care of myself," he reassures you, though you're not fully convinced.

Harry and Ron are busy reading over the newspapers' headlines.

"I have so much to tell you," you say, a small smile spreading over your face, before your shrug. "Good and bad things."

"I can't wait to hear about them," Sirius replies genuinely. "Everything. I'll listen for days."

You open your mouth to start relaying everything to him, but Harry speaks before you and you quickly shut it, remembering the more important things right now.

"They're making it sound like Crouch's dying," says Harry slowly. "But he can't be that ill if he managed to get up here..."

"Wouldn't be a big loss," you mutter bitterly.

"You don't like him?" Ron says curiously.

"Not one bit," you say, grinding your teeth angrily. "You know he's the one who sent Sirius to Azkaban?"

Ron's surprised expression, along with Hermione and Harry's, tells you they did not.

"What?"

"You're kidding!"

"She most certainly is not," Sirius says, his expression darkening. "He used to be Head of Magical Law Enforcement, don't you know?"

"And he used to be my boss," you add, wincing.

"Wait, you worked in law enforcement?" Hermione asks curiously.

"Sure did. I trained to be an Auror but I never completed my training because of...well, everything."

"And you never went back?" Harry questions.

"Never. You think I could work for that horrible man ever again?" You spit, feeling your blood boil. "None of my co-workers ever looked at me the same after that night, anyway. It was awful."

"Like at the World Cup..." Harry mutters thoughtfully, remembering.

"What happened at the World Cup?" Sirius asks immediately, giving you a questioning look.

"Nothing, Sirius," you say dismissively. "Crouch was just being as difficult as he's always been."

"Did he say something to you?" You can see the worry on Sirius' face, his protectiveness showing through. You can't help the small part of you that's happy to see that he's worried about what could've happened.

You bite your lip, hesitating. "He accused me of casting the Dark Mark."

"What?" Sirius says indignantly. "Why would he ever think that?"

"Sirius." You give him an obvious look, holding up your left hand and wiggling your fingers, the gleaming gems on your wedding ring twinkling in the light. "Why do you think?"

He raises his eyebrows, a guilty look passing over his face. "I'm sorry."

You squint at him, perplexed. "For what, Sirius? You know well you're not the one who needs to apologise."

"Well — "

"Sirius," you say firmly, but giving him a soft look all the same. "Don't feel guilty for any of that, please. None of this is your fault. Besides, you know I'm well fit to take care of myself." You grin at him at the last bit, and he smiles back, a slight chuckle escaping his lips.

"My brother's Crouch's personal assistant," Ron tells Sirius. "He says Crouch is suffering from overwork."

"Mind you, he did look ill, last time I seen him up close," says Harry, eyes still focused on the paper. "The night my name came out of the goblet..."

"Getting his comeuppance for sacking Winky, isn't he?" says Hermione bitterly, an edge to her voice. "I bet he wishes he hadn't done it now — bet he feels the difference now she's not there to look after him."

"Hermione's obsessed with house-elves," Ron mutters to you two in exasperation. Sirius, however, looks quite interested.

"Crouch sacked his house-elf?"

"Yeah, at the Quidditch World Cup," Harry replies, and he launches into the tale of the Dark Mark's appearance, and Winky being found with Harry's wand in her hand. When he finishes, Sirius gets up and begins to pace up and down the cave, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"Let me get this straight," Sirius says after a while. "You first saw the elf in the Top Box. She was saving Crouch a seat, right?"

"Right," Harry, Ron, and Hermione say together.

"But Crouch didn't turn up for the match?"

"No," Harry answers. "I think he'd said he was too busy."

Sirius continues to pace around the cave in silence, and you have to smile at the concentrated look on his face, a look you've seen a million times before but not for a long time.

"Harry, did you check your pockets for your wand after you'd left the Top Box?"

"Erm..." He pauses, thinking. "No. I didn't need to use it before we got into the forest. And then I put my hand in my pocket, and all that was in there were my Omnioculars." He stares at Sirius for a moment. "Are you saying whoever conjured the Mark stole my wand in the Top Box?"

"It's possible," says Sirius.

"Winky didn't steal that wand!" Hermione insists.

"The elf wasn't the only one in that box," says Sirius, his brow furrowed as he continues to pace. "Who else was sitting behind you?"

"Loads of people," says Harry. "Some Bulgarian ministers...Cornelius Fudge...the Malfoys..."

"The Malfoys!" Says Ron suddenly, so loudly that his voice echoes all around the cave. "I bet it was Lucius Malfoy!"

"Anyone else?" Sirius asks.

"No one," says Harry.

"Yes, there was, there was Ludo Bagman," Hermione reminds him.

"Oh, yeah..."

"I don't know anything about Bagman except that he used to be Beater for the Wimbourne Wasps," remarks Sirius, still pacing. "What's he like?"

"He's okay," says Harry. "He keeps offering to help me with the Triwizard Tournament."

"Does he, now?" Sirius frowns deeply. "I wonder why he'd do that?"

"Says he's taken a liking to me," Harry shrugs.

Sirius hums thoughtfully.

"We saw him in the forest just before the Dark Mark appeared," Hermione tells him. She nudges Harry and Ron. "Remember?"

"But he didn't stay in the forest, did he?" says Ron. "The moment we told him about the riot, he went off to the campsite."

"How do you know?" Hermione shoots back. "How do you know where he Disapparated to?"

"Come off it," says Ron incredulously. "Are you saying you reckon Ludo Bagman conjured the Dark Mark?"

"It's more likely he did it than Winky," Hermione says snippily.

"Told you," Ron says in annoyance, looking meaningfully at you and Sirius. "Told you she's obsessed with house — "

Sirius holds up a hand to silence Ron. "When the Dark Mark was conjured, and the elf had been discovered holding Harry's wand, what did Crouch do?"

"Went to look in the bushes," Harry replies, "but there wasn't anyone else there."

"Of course," Sirius mutters, pacing up and down. "Of course, he'd want to pin it on anybody but his own elf...and then he sacked her."

"Yes." Hermione's face is flushes and her she raises her voice venomously. "He sacked her, just because she hadn't stayed in her tent and let herself get trampled."

"Hermione, will you give it a rest with he elf!" Ron snaps.

Sirius shakes his head. "She's got the measure of Crouch better than you have, Ron. If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals."

Sirius runs a hand down his face, clearly thinking hard.

"All these absences of Barty Crouch's...he goes to the trouble of making sure his house elf saves him a seat at the Quidditch World Cup, but doesn't bother to turn up and watch. He works very hard to reinstate the Triwizard Tournament, and then stops coming to that too..."

"It's not like him," you finish, and Sirius nods.

"My thoughts exactly. If he's ever taken a day off work for illness before this, I'll eat Buckbeak." He turns to the kids and begins to explain. "He was tipped for the next Minister of Magic. He's a great wizard, Barty Crouch, — "

You scoff quietly.

" — powerfully magical, and power-hungry, too. Oh, never a Voldemort supporter," he says, reading the look on Harry's face. "No, Barty Crouch was always very out-spoken against the dark side. But then a lot of people who were against the dark side...well, you wouldn't understand...you're too young..."

"I think they know far more than they let on, Sirius," you say knowingly, winking at the trio. "Give it a go."

A grin flashes across Sirius face and he shrugs. "All right, I'll try you. Imagine that Voldemort's powerful now. You don't know who his supporters are, you don't know who's working for him and who isn't; you know he can control people so that they do terrible things without being able to stop themselves. You’re scared for yourself, and your family, and your friends. Every week, news comes of more deaths, more disappearances, more torturing...the Ministry of Magic's in disarray, they don’t know what to do, they’re trying to keep everything hidden from the Muggles, but meanwhile, Muggles are dying too. Terror everywhere....confusion, panic...that’s how it used to be."

He describes it perfectly. You remember the fear and the horror, the constant fear that you'd go to sleep one night and it might be your last. The worry that you'd kiss Sirius goodbye in the morning to go to work and that you would never return that evening.

Sirius gives you a meaningful look, as if reading your mind, before continuing. "Well, times like that bring out the best in some people and the worst in others. Crouch's principles might have been good in the beginning — I wouldn't know."

He gives you a look and you shrug.

"He was all about morals and honour, all about his principles...but he changed," you say. "Towards the peak of the war, he became less about morals and more about fighting violence with violence, I guess. When he got more power in the Ministry, he started to give us harsher orders. Authorised us to use Unforgivable Curses against suspects — encouraged us, even. Gave us the power to kill rather than capture. Some of the things he did...at times, he was no better than a Death Eater himself."

"He had his supporters, mind you — " Sirius adds, " — plenty of people thought he was going about things the right way, and there were a lot of witches and wizards clamouring for him to take over as Minister of Magic. When Voldemort disappeared, it looked like only a matter of time until Crouch got the top job. But then something rather unfortunate happened..."

He smiles grimly.

"Crouch's own son was caught with a group of Death Eaters who'd managed to talk their way out of Azkaban. Apparently they were trying to find Voldemort and return him to power."

You remember reading that in the paper. Headlines upon headlines about Barty Crouch Jr and the jeopardy caused to his father's position.

"Crouch's son was caught?" Hermione gasps.

"Yep," affirms Sirius, returning to his seated spot on the ground beside you. "Nasty little shock for old Barty, I'd imagine. Should have spent a bit more time at home with his family, shouldn't he? Ought to have left the office early once in a while...gotten to know his son."

He begins to wolf down a large piece of bread casually.

"Was his son a Death Eater?" Harry asks.

"No idea," Sirius answers with a shrug. "I was in Azkaban myself when he was brought in. This is mostly stuff I've found out since I got out. The boy was definitely caught in the company of people I'd bet my life were Death Eaters — but he might have been in the wrong place at the wrong time, just like the house elf."

Something in your gut tells you it wasn't 'in the wrong place at the wrong time'. Barty Crouch Jr was a few years below you at Hogwarts, and he had always creeped you out. Strange guy, something about him always rubbed you the wrong way.

"Did Crouch try and get his son off?" Hermione queries.

Sirius gives a laugh that sounds more like a bark. "Crouch let his son off? I thought you had the measure of him, Hermione! Anything that threatened to tarnish his reputation had to go; he had dedicated his whole life to becoming Minister of Magic. You saw him dismiss a devoted house elf because she associated him with the Dark Mark again — doesn't that tell you what he's like? Crouch's fatherly affection stretched just far enough to give his son a trial, and by all accounts, it wasn't much more of than an excuse to show how much he hated the boy...then he sent him straight to Azkaban."

"He gave his own son to the Dementors?" Harry asks.

"That's right," Sirius says, a grim look settling on his face. "I saw the Dementors bring him in, watched them through the bars in my cell door. He can't have been more than nineteen. They took him into a cell near mine. He was screaming for his mother by nightfall. He went quiet after a few days, though...they all went quiet in the end...except when they shrieked in their sleep — "

"Sirius, please," you say shakily, shuddering. The thought of Sirius in that abhorrent place — it makes you feel sick. Makes you feel absolutely sick to your stomach, and the deadened look in your husband's eyes makes you feel even worse. "Please, t-that's enough."

He blinks, as if remembering where he is, and his eyes ghost over your face for a second. You see him become more grounded, his eyes brightening slightly again. He eyes find yours and he holds your gaze, a silent apology passing through it.

"So...he's still in Azkaban?" Harry says.

"No. No, he's not in there anymore. He died about a year after they brought him in."

"He died?" Harry repeats in disbelief.

"He wasn't the only one," Sirius says bitterly. "Most go mad in there, and plenty stop eating in the end. They lose the will to live. You could always tell when a death was coming, because the Dementors could sense it, they got excited. That boy looked pretty sickly when he arrived. Crouch, being an important Ministry member, he and his wife were allowed a deathbed visit. That was the last time I saw Barty Crouch, half carrying his wife past my cell. She died herself, apparently, shortly afterward. Grief. Wasted away just like the boy. Crouch never came for his son's body. The Dementors buried him outside the fortress; I watched them do it."

Sirius picks up the flask of water you had brought for him and drains it instantly.

"So old Crouch lost it all, just when he thought he had it made," he continues. "One moment, a hero, poised to become Minister of Magic...next, his son dead, his wife dead, the family name dishonored, and — so I've heard since I escaped — a big drop in popularity. Once the boy had died, people started feeling a bit more sympathetic toward the son and started asking how a nice young lad from a good family had gone so badly astray. The conclusion was that his father never cared much for him. So, Cornelius Fudge got the top job, and Crouch was shunted sideways into the Department of International Magical Cooperation."

There's a long silence. You gnaw on the edges of your thumb nervously, feeling your stomach twist and churn. Voldemort ruined so many lives, caused so much pain and hurt in the world. And Azkaban — the very name makes you heart tick fearfully faster. Something in Sirius' eyes tells you any amount of time spent in that place is something you never forget.

"Moody says he's obsessed with catching dark wizards," Harry tells you.

"Yeah, I've heard it's become a bit of a mania with him," Sirius remarks, nodding. "If you ask me, he still thinks he can bring back his old popularity by catching one more Death Eater."

"And he sneaked up to search Snape's office!" Ron says triumphantly, looking at Hermione for praise.

"Yes, and that doesn't make any sense at all," says Sirius, deadpanning.

"Yeah, it does," Ron pushes excitedly.

Sirius shakes his head. "Listen, if Crouch wants to investigate Snape, why hasn't he been coming to judge the tournament? It would be an ideal excuse to make regular visits to Hogwarts and keep an eye on him."

"Good thinking, Ron, but I don't think it's Crouch who's been sneaking into Snape's office," you say.

"Well, who do you think?" Harry asks.

"Professor Moody," you reply. "I don't think he trusts Snape."

"So, you think Snape's up to something then?"

"Well — "

"Look, I don't care what you say, Dumbledore trusts Snape — " Hermione buts in.

"Oh, give it a rest, Hermione," Ron snips impatiently. "I know Dumbledore's brilliant and everything, but that doesn't mean a really clever dark wizard couldn't fool him — "

"Why did Snape save Harry's life in first year, then? Why didn't he just let him die?"

"Look, I think you've both got a point," Sirius says in an act of mediation. "Ever since I found out Snape was teaching here, I've wondered why Dumbledore hired him. Snape's always been fascinated by the Dark Arts, he was famous for it at school. Slimy, oily, greasy-haired kid, he was," he adds, and Harry and Ron grin at each other.

You nod, grimacing. "He knew more curses and dark spells when he arrived at school than half the kids in seventh year, and he was part of a gang of Slytherins who nearly all turned out to be Death Eaters. Real creepy bloke, if you ask me."

Sirius holds up his fingers and starts to list off names. "Rosier and Wilkes — they were both killed by Aurors the year before Voldemort fell. The Lestranges — they're a married couple — they're in Azkaban."

You wince. "The sickest of the sick, those Lestranges."

Sirius nods. "Indeed. Avery — he wormed his way out of prison, from what I've heard — "

"Said he was acting under the Imperius Curse," you tell him. "Been free ever since."

"Of course," Sirius says bitterly, sighing. "As far as I know, Snape was never even accused of being a Death Eater — not that that means much. Plenty of them were never caught. And Snape's certainly clever and cunning enough to keep himself out of trouble."

"Snape knows Karkaroff pretty well, but he wants to keep that quiet," says Ron.

"Yeah, you should've seen Snape's face when Karkaroff turned up in Potions yesterday!" Harry agrees quickly. "Karkaroff wanted to talk to Snape, he says Snape's been avoiding him. Karkaroff looked really worried. He showed Snape something on his arm, but I couldn't see what it was."

At once, you and Sirius look at each other, same ideas whirling in your heads. You squint your eyes sceptically, shaking your head ever-so-slightly. Sirius runs a hand through his dirty hair, shrugging.

It's something the two of you have always been good at. Being able to communicate silently, whether right beside each other or on opposite ends of a room. You just know exactly what the other is thinking.

"If Karkaroff's genuinely worried, and he's going to Snape for help..." Sirius stares at the cave wall, and then voices a sigh of frustration. "There's still the fact that Dumbledore trusts Snape, and I know Dumbledore trusts where a lot of other people wouldn't, but I just can't see him letting Snape teach at Hogwarts if he'd ever worked for Voldemort."

"Why are Crouch and Moody so keen on getting into Snape's office then?" Ron says stubbornly.

"Moody is keen on getting into everybody's office," you say simply. "I'm not sure he trusts anyone at all. No matter how much time you've spent with him." Your mind flashes back to the hurt you felt that night he dismissed you, and you inhale deeply. "And as for Crouch...I have no idea. It just doesn't make any sense, does it? The illness, not showing up to the World Cup, not judging the tournament..."

A silence falls as you mull over these questions, fiddling with your ring absent-mindedly while you think.

"You say your brother's Crouch's personal assistant? Any chance you could ask him if he's seen Crouch lately?" Sirius asks.

"I can try," Ron says doubtfully. "Better not make it sound like I reckon Crouch is up to anything dodgy, though. Percy loves him."

"And try and find out whether they've got any leads on Bertha Jorkins while you're at it," Sirius says, glancing down at a copy of The Daily Prophet. He looks at you. "Love, what about your cousin, the one that works at the Ministry? Could you ask her?"

"Who, Mandy?" You say, scoffing. "Mandy doesn't talk to me anymore, Sirius. She doesn't want to be associated with me whatsoever because she thinks I'd damage her reputation."

Sirius raises his eyebrows, but says nothing. He heaves an enormous sigh, clearly exhausted, and rubs his shadowed eyes.

"What's the time?"

You glance down at your watch. "Half three."

"You guys better get back to school," he says to the kids, getting to his feet. He offers you his hand and you gratefully accept it, allowing him to pull you up off the ground.

"Now, listen..." He looks particularly hard at Harry. "I don't want you lot sneaking out of school just to see me, all right? Just send notes to me here. I still want to hear about anything odd, but you're not to be leaving Hogwarts without permission; it would be an ideal opportunity for someone to attack you."

"No one's tried to attack me so far, except a dragon and a few grindylows," Harry jokes, but Sirius is having none of it and scowls at him.

"I don't care...I'll breathe freely when this tournament is over, and that's not until June. And don't forget, if you're talking about me amongst yourselves, call me Snuffles, okay?"

The three nod, say their goodbyes and squeeze through the gap in the rock, leaving you and Sirius in the cave alone.

"Same goes for you, too, you know," he says, turning to you.

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~Lucy Dulap (my whb mc) introduction~

Backstory:

After their parents die at age 10, Lucy gets adopted by the Kim family. Minhyeok was 13 when the incident accured and he was the closest thing Lucy has to a friend. Lucy became very dependent on him, not being able to stay alone in a room without Minhyeok in it as well. Since Lucy was just begining middle school when their parents died, they never became friends with anyone, being a socially ackward recluse.

At 13 years old, Lucy found some of Minhyeok's older brother's erotica and started reading it to try and cope in other ways than staying around Minhyeok 24/7. This evolved into a porn dependency where Lucy would constantly look for more of it, and harder and darker version of it.

While cleaning his search history, Minhyeok notices the worrying amount of stepcest fanfictions Lucy was consuming and he realised that they might have a crush on him. Feeling extremely guilty and disgusted by this, he tries very hard to push Lucy into communicating with people outside of him and their school mates.

Since Lucy used to do acting when they were little, Minhyeok always encouraged them to get back into it, so Lucy decided to get into debating and public speaking. Lucy always found it easier to talk with people on stage than to actually try and have a conversation with them. Every time someone showed interest in Lucy, she would feel very uncomfortable and run back into Minhyeok's arms.

Main story:

When Lucy turned 18, Minhyeok was trying to think of ways to make them socialise more and become more independent, but Lucy took that as Minhyeok wanting to get rid of them.

Trying to soother their nerves, Lucy turned to their only source of comfort other than their brother, porn. While trying to masturbate in peace, Gabriel showed up and tried to murder Lucy. And if it weren't for their pesky older brother and Satan he could have pulled it off.

Satan brings Minhyeok back from the dead and takes Lucy to Hell to save the world. When Sitri kisses Lucy forcefully, they slap him over the face hard and glare at him with discust and fear. Didn't work, Sitri got it as a compliment.

While the gang was walking through Gehenna, Lucy fainted. They were rushed to Paradise Lost imidiately where Gamigin was placed as their head doctor. When he got close to them to try and use his powers, Lucy weakly raised their hand and caressed Gamigin's face, whispering "pretty boy" before fainting back.

Gamigin.exe has stopped working. He heals Lucy but stays around them for a bit longer to make sure they're fine. When he realises that Lucy isn't a demon nor an angel, but a human he starts to freak out. He's so excited to meet a human for the first time.

Gamigin says that Lucy was diagnosed with anemia and that they need at least two weeks of medical survailence to make sure they're all fine. If any of the other healers in Paradise Lost try to get close to Lucy's room he blocks it and reasures them that he can take care of it. They still barge in and introduce themselves to the infamous child of Solomon.

Gamigin spends most of his time with Lucy just talking. Gamigin loves how good of a listener Lucy is and how attentive they are to details. Lucy is just confused as to why someone would want to talk with them all of a sudden. They stayed quiet for the most part, but Gamigin was used to quiet people.

At some point, Buer pulls him over and tells him that he's scaring the hoes with how loud he is and that he should try being a bit less excited around Lucy since they were probably very confused by the whole situation. But when Gamigin went inside their room to try and act less like himself, Lucy pushed three CDs to his chest.

Lucy: I heard you like dragons... I like dragons as well due to these movies... wanna watch them with me?

Gamigin: YES!

They watched the "How to train your dragon" trilogy and they both started obsessing over the films. Buer would have to tell them that it's late and they should both go to sleep because they never stopped talking about the movies.

After the two weeks went by, Satan started demanding that Lucy be returned to Gehenna so they can continue their objective. But neither Gamigin nor Lucy wanted to get seperated, so Gamigin ran to Lucifer and begged to be let outside of Paradise Lost, to be able to acompany the child of Solomon in their quest. It started off as a no, but after seing how Lucy and Gamigin cryed after being seperated, Lucifer let Gamigin out of the country for the first time. Lucifer sent a threat to every other king warning them that if Gamigin gets hurt in any way, he will take it as a war invitation.

Gamigin's quest is to see the world and learn more about the different cultures and people of Hell while making sure that Lucy stays alive and well. Now, two people that have never gone outside their comfort zones, Lucy and Gamigin, need to tackle the task of breaking contracts with all of Hell.

Lucy and Gamigin start dating imidiatly and they learn how a healthy relationship is supposed to be like on the go.

When Lucy gets kidnapped by Leviathan, Gamigin is the first to burst down the door of the castle and demand that they be freed. When Valefor and Bimet arrive, they already find Lucy and Gamigin trying to barter with the Hades crew.

Themes:

For every country, Lucy has to learn an important lesson about adulthood:

In Gehenna, they learn how to be assertive and make sure their needs are met. I think Sitri in particular would ignore Lucy's requests to not be called by Solomon's name. Lucy finally snapped at some point and told Sitri that if he doesn't stop, they'll never come back to Gehenna. Being able to say no is something Lucy struggles with and an experience in Gehenna would be a great way for them to learn that.

In Tartaros, Lucy understand that they are talented and wanted. Not only with Mammon making them his master, but with everyone in Tartaros being impressed with their attentiveness and marketing abilities. Bimet specificly enjoys discussing future ad campains with Lucy since they always provide good feedback.

In Hades, the lesson is how to live with trauma and how to overcome some of the chalanges that come with being a trauma survivor. Both Lucy and Leviathan learn this lesson simultaniasly and they both start forming a sort of parent-child relationship. They don't love eachother, but they don't hate eachother either. It's complicated and they're still figuring it out.

In Abyssos, they learn what their limits are. Gamigin learns to loosen around alcohol and drugs and Lucy learns that they have absolutely no tolerance for either. Even though Beelzebub's the king of gluttony, the last think he wants is Lucy dying from an overdose he encouraged.

In Niflheim, they learn how to prevent burn out and how to control high stress situations. Since Lucy participates in a lot of extra curriculum activities, they tend to get overwhelmed with work and in this part of the story they learn how to stick to a scheduel and actually relax.

In Abaddon, Lucy learns how to suck cock how to maintane a romantic relationship. This is where Gamigin and Lucy realised they never kissed and they struggle to do it because it needs to be perfect since its their first time.

Design:

I can't draw so you have to settle for picrews

Lucy's mom used to braid their hair in the front and now they do it every day as a show of respect for the dead. They tend to wear very fancy clothing, usually black or white, and a loose tie that used to belong to their father. Has a thing for star patterns and only wears earings with a star shape.

General facts (should have probably put this first):

Name: Lucy Dulap

Gender: Non-binary

Age: 18 (11th grade)

Nationality: Romanian (of course)

They can speak Romanian and English fluently and they do French as a hobby. Speaks a bit of Korean but only knows common words like please, thank you and big brother.

Plays Pokémon Showdown religiously and even won a small online turnament. Pokémon is a special interest of theirs and they really want to participate in a regional championship.

They want to become a zoologist because they love looking at animals existing in their natural habitat. A bit scared of having to learn latin for that.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb mc

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