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When They realize they love you.

Showcases Harry, Draco, Ron, Neville, Luna, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, Severus, and Tom.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pronouns: gender neutral

TW: Some light cursing(??) mentions of getting injured.

When they realized they loved you

Harry Potter

After a quidditch game, Harry is one of the best seekers Hogwarts had ever seen, so naturally he’d win the end game of the year! As he caught the Golden snitch everyone around him erupted in chaos as people cheered and screamed.

The Gryffindor team immediately lowered their brooms to the ground as victory seeped in.

An hour later Harry made his way to the common room, as he entered his dorm there was a breakout of praise and song as they basked in another year of glory.

Harry made his way over to you, Ron, and Hermione. But was pushed back when you ran at him full speed and roped him into a hug.

As he hugged you back a blush blossomed onto his cheeks.

He could definitely get used to that.

Draco Malfoy

During a late night talk, It was nearing 3 Am and you and Draco laid on his bed, You’d been up for ages it seemed as the two of you talked about nothing in particular.

The topic had landed on your alls grades as you vented about hoe Snape had failed you on the last quiz,

“I just don’t understand how you can do so well in his class! It’s impossible” You exclaimed.

“Oh Y/n, don’t you know? I’m too good to fail.” He smirked at you.

You stared at each other for a second before you burst into a fit of laughter,

As Draco stared at your laughing face his heart skipped a beat.

Even if life wasn’t great sometimes, you really made it better.

Ron Weasley

When he’s jealous, A burning feeling blazed in his chest as he saw Hermione and Krum at the dance. How dare she! After all he and Harry had done for her? And she goes and makes friends with the enemy?

He huffed himself further into his seat as Harry left him to go get some punch.

A shadow loomed over him, making him look up, Staring into the face of Y/n.

“Hey Ron, Are you doing alright?” You said, taking a seat where Harry had been.

“Yeah, I’m fine- This night has turned out to be right bollocks though.” He crossed his arms further.

“Well…I already talked to Harry and he said that it’d be okay if we wanted to get out of here.”

Ron quickly looked over towards you, “Get out of here? Yeah, cmon, let's do it.”

He led you out of the dining hall and outside into the courtyard, As you two stood under the moonlight, Ron only had one thought.

He had never seen someone more beautiful than you in his life.

Neville Longbottom

While hanging out in the greenhouses, “And this one is called a venomous tentacula- It’s something used in potions quite frequently, but very dangerous. So please be careful!”

Neville went through each of the plants, telling you what they did and how they grew, as he ranted to you, he looked up to see you staring at him lovingly.

He stuttered his way through the next three plants as he blushed harder than a Weasley.

He never realized before how nicely your eyes lit up when he started to speak, well, he could get used to that.

Luna Lovegood

Patching her up after she got hurt, Most thestrals were loving creatures, honestly! But like any other animal, they did get hostile.

Luna just so happened to catch one of the thestrals while they were in a bad mood.

You rushed to the Ravenclaw common room as soon as you heard what had happened.

Answering the riddle, you entered the dorm, looking around for Luna.

“Oh hello, Y/n” Luna smiled serenely from one of the navy couches.

“Luna! Oh, are you okay? I heard you got quite the nasty scratch from a thestral.

“Hmm? Oh, yes I did.” She showed you a red mark on her forearm.

Pulling gauze out of your bag, you sat down next to her and gently grabbed her arm and started to patch her up.

Looking at you while you worked your magic made her feel a sense of calm, how strange.

Hermione Granger

Helping you with homework, The two of you had been in the library for hours now as Hermione tried and failed to help you wrap your head around a spell for charms class

As Hermione pointed towards one of the many books she had gathered she showed you the motions to mimic.

”Ok, Y/n, Now you try.”

As you moved your wand a blue luminance came out, you had finally done it!

“Yes! You did it!” Hermione cheered before quieting down with an embarrassed look.

The smile you gave her was as bright as the morning sun in Hermione's eyes.

Why is her heart beating so fast now?

Remus Lupin (young)

Chilling by the Black Lake, You laid in the soft grass as the sun started to set, you had been reading a muggle story to Remus as he laid his head in your lap.

“And they all lived happily ever after, The End.” You slipped the book closed and looked down at him.

“So, whaddya think?”

Remus smiled up at you, “I loved it. Your voice is so soothing to listen to.”

You blushed and looked away, “Only because I have such a good listener.”

Now it was his turn to smile as you looked on smugly.

He all the sudden shifted and tackled you onto the ground, You laughed as you playfully fought against him.

Remus had never felt so…peaceful in his life.

Sirius Black (Young)

Helping him pull a prank, “hahah! I cannot believe James let us use the cloak! Oh this is gonna be amazing!” Sirius whispered to you as he hid you both under the invisibility cloak.

You giggled along with him as you two played out your plan, to finally prank Remus!

“Alright here's the plan, we sneak up behind him, you cast Rictumsempra (tickling charm), and then I'll tackle him from behind! It’s genius!”

As you sneaked up on Remus you silently cast the spell, The werewolf started to laugh and dropped the book he was reading,

Sirius sprang out of the cloak and pulled Remus down to the ground.

“You win! You win!” Remus laughed as Sirius started to roughhouse him.

“Whoo! 50 points to Sirius!” Sirius raised both arms into the air as you revealed yourself from the cloak.

“Yeah!” You exclaimed as Sirius celebrated with you.

He never wanted this to end.

Severus Snape (young)

Stopping Potter and his gang from bullying him, “Snivellus! You can’t hide from us forever!” James called out as he and the marauders stalked towards Severus.

“Not today Potter! Leave me alone!” Severus yelled back as he tried to get away from the other boys.

“Hey Potter! Didn’t you hear him!? Leave him alone you insufferable twat!” You fumed at james and his friends.

Severus stared at you in awe as James sheepishly apologized to you before shooting him a nasty glare.

You turned towards him and asked if he was okay, he just nodded.

“Cmon Sev, Let’s go and get something to drink, yeah?”

“Okay, yeah.”

You led him to the Hogwarts kitchens and had the house elves prepare them tea.

As you talked to him and made him laugh he could forget Potter and his friends.

Tom Riddle

When It’s the last day of school, The train would be here any second now, another year at Hogwarts over, another summer back at Wools.

His bitter thoughts lessened when you walked up to him, “Hey Tom.” You said softly.

“Hello.”

“I hope you enjoy your summer, I’ll admit I’m gonna miss you.” You nudged his shoulder.

He looked at you, “Oh please, L/n, Don’t get all sappy on me now. He brushed you off but paused when he heard a sniffle.

Watery eyes looked at him, You really did care for him, didn’t you?

Without another word he pulled you into an embrace, It was just for the summer, He wasn’t leaving you just yet.

But under all his biting remarks and thoughts, Tom really was going to miss you.

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Chapter Two

Ravenclaw!OC x Slytherin Boys

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Twila wakes up with a groan, flopping her face back over into the pillow and just barely fighting the urge to fall back asleep. With another noise of protest, she pushes herself up, fluttering her eyes open to look at the setting moon just outside her dark window. Each second she sits there, attempting to gather the strength to grasp the day, the sky only turns a slightly lighter shade of navy blue.

She stretches, groaning as her tired legs bring her body to a stand and over to her luggage to find clothes. Once dressed, she quietly exits her dorm, rubbing her tired eyes as she watches for any awake students or patrols. She remembers Jewel mentioning the Slytherin Common Room being in the dungeons. She’d look there for this old detention room.

She lazily trudges down the many, many steps the castle holds, her cloak just barely sweeping the floors as she passes by each empty hall. It’s nice to see the castle without all of its inhabitants about. Even the paintings are quiet and asleep, hopefully the infamous ghosts are as well.

Eventually, she finds a dimly lit stairwell leading down towards a wall with two rusted gold colored snake torches. She descends down the stairs before standing at the bottom of them and staring at an empty wall. Surely something would have to be here. It’s too big an area, too many hallways leading to this exact spot for it to be nothing but a crossroad. She looks down, noticing another snake symbol built into the very tiles that make up the floor. The Slytherin Common Room must be near. With one last look at the empty wall, she begins down another dim lit hallway.

She treads lightly, careful not to make noise, and careful to watch her surroundings for any magic that might frighten her in the darkness. She turns a corner slowly, backing away with a jump as she sees a faint figure standing at the end of one of the corridors.

“Ah! There you are, Twila.” Ah, Ms. McGonagall. With a smile, Twila begins walking towards her, her shoulders now relaxing as the professor's face slowly comes into view. “I was beginning to worry you had lost your way. It is such a big school after all, especially for a new student.”

She chuckles at her words. “Yes, it is.”

Ms. McGonagall extends her hand, ushering me to her side. “Come. Professor Snape is waiting inside.” She reaches for a rusted iron gate door, before pulling it open to, yet another, dark and eerie hallway, much smaller than the other corridors however. Twila follows her to a dead end, seemingly an old classroom, now mostly bare with torn banners, splintered benches, and cobwebs. And then, behind an old tattered desk, they see the infamous man along with the Headmaster. “Severus, Professor Dumbledore, this is Twila DeLuna. Our newest Ravenclaw.”

A sense of panic washes over Twila as she feels somewhat overwhelmed with all three of them having their eyes on her.

“Ms. DeLuna, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.” Dumbledore greets.

She gives him a small bow of respect as she warmly smiles back at him, though considering their exchange of letters over the summer, it is clear to Twila that he has extreme worries towards her. Just like Ilvermorny had.

“As promised, Professor Snape will be helping us dissect your situation, and we are always around to ensure your time spent here is most comfortable. We are very pleased to have you here at Hogwarts, Twila. Now, we shall leave the two of you to discuss. Good luck.” Ms. McGonagall finishes, smiling at Twila before walking towards the door.

“Thank you, Severus.” Headmaster whispers to Professor Snape, before bowing to Twila with a smile. “Welcome. We will do our best to help you. Always.” And with that, he exits the room as well, leaving just Snape and her.

Despite Twila’s dread, she was not the only one feeling anxious towards this meeting.

Professor Snape had spent his entire evening studying the little information he had about this girl in the short amount of time given to him. The deed had already taken a toll on him and he had yet to even begin. However, she has a rare case indeed, and he would be lying to himself if he said no part of him is invested, but he can still hardly grasp why it is his duty to handle the situation as opposed to a real professional.

With a sigh, Snape slowly makes his way back behind the desk. He keeps his eyes down, sitting in the desk’s chair almost as if he’s not even aware the girl is in the room with him. He picks up an envelope, similar to the one that had been given to Twila. He pulls out its contents and glances over the words while she stands there, waiting for him to address her, lecture her, tell her good morning, but nothing. Twila notes that his letter had already been torn open, and considering the worn folds and slightly torn edges, it had been read countless of times.

“I know why you have been sent here. To Hogwarts.” He states, still having yet to glance up from the letter.

Twila shifts uncomfortably in the dark and cold room, not knowing the most appropriate way to act, stand, or respond.

He pauses, trying to think of the best way to ask this question while staying polite and non-threatening. “I was also told, you weren’t very honest about it at Ilvermorny. Is this true?” He asks, finally setting down the paper to peer into her eyes with his dark, sullen ones.

Now she gulps. “It’s not the easiest thing for a child to admit to.”

He nods slightly. “That is understandable. It’s alright, I’m not angry with you. I won’t force you to tell me everything, but we will need some information to properly move forward.”

She looks at him, somewhat untrustworthy and remaining silent.

He looks back down at the desk with a sigh. Snape realizes Twila may have developed a fear and lack of trust with strangers due to the things he had read about her past. He’ll have to take a different approach. “Have you lived in the U.S. your whole life?” He asks suddenly.

Twila’s eyes perk up at this. She studies him for a moment. “Yes.” She nods hesitantly. “I grew up in Minnesota, but a few years ago my mom and I moved to New Orleans.”

He simply nods at this. “What was it like living in Minnesota? Did you enjoy it there?” He asks, satisfied with her previous answer for she seemed to be talking more.

She lets out a quiet, dry scoff. “No.” She answers, almost surprised by her own blunt honesty.

Snape, too, finds himself surprised by her response, eyeing her as if to study her character. He takes a moment to process this before speaking again. “And what do you find so unappealing about it?”

“The memories.” She answers quietly, almost instantly.

The professor considers her answer for a long while, before asking her another question. “Do you prefer living in New Orleans?”

She nods. “Very much. More culture. More wizards. More food.” She chuckles to herself at the last part.

He eyes her in thought at this answer, fiddling with a left behind, dried pen on the desk. She’s continuing the conversation. Maybe if he stays on the topic of life, she will open up more. “And your family. You live with your mother, correct?”

She nods.

He nods back. “And your father?” He asks softly, almost knowingly.

She shifts uncomfortably, looking away before shrugging.

His face seems to deepen as he reads her body language. “Did… something bad happen?” He asks cautiously.

She shrugs again. “No… I just– don’t know him.”

“I see.” He looks at me quietly. It could be nothing, but something in her answer makes her suspicious enough for him to press further into the subject. So, before she can change or avoid the matter, he asks another short question.“Why?”

She holds back a grumble, finding herself suddenly annoyed at the little therapy session she got herself into. “I stopped asking a long time ago.”

He remains quiet for a while, looking into her eyes in the silent room. He notices the sadness behind the smile she shows. He wonders if he should press further. It is clear to him that this is a sensitive topic for her and he wants to be as respectful as possible while still getting answers from her. “Did you move to New Orleans for a fresh start?” He asks.

“Something like that.”

Snape notes her evasiveness. The fact that she doesn’t give him any straight answer proves to him there’s more than she is letting on. He lets out a deep sigh, somewhat annoyed at playing detective with her. He knows it will be rude of him to continue digging where clearly she does not want him to dig, so he decides to shift the conversation once more. “Did you enjoy your time at Ilvermorny?”

She laughs softly at this. “No.”

Snape raises a brow in intrigue, leaning forward to press both his forearms into the desk. “Is it okay if I ask why? I’ve heard Ilvermorny is a good school.”

“Not for everyone.” She says, her eyes filling with a deep sense of story, sorrow, and darkness.

His demeanor softens somewhat, eyes flashing with memories of his own experiences when it came to gaining his education. He feels a sudden sympathy towards her. “I’ve heard you had excellent grades at Ilvermorny. Was magic easy for you?”

She shifts again. “Not always…”

Yet another sensitive subject. She’s avoiding something, something big, and he is fed up with tiptoeing around it when he hardly needed to be here to begin with. “Then what exactly was causing you so much trouble?” He asks directly with a stern voice. He wanted a real answer from her.

She gulps at his change of tone, feeling like a child that has just gotten scolded by a parent. “I, um…” She attempts to begin. “I was a late bloomer, but… I developed fast. Faster than I could handle… and it was hard- hard to control. And I got bullied. A lot.” She swallows down a lump in her throat, not making eye contact with him. She doesn’t know why it’s so hard for her to talk about, but it’s the first time she’s really sharing this story with anyone.

He notices her avoiding his gaze, struggling to find her words. As he had expected, school related trauma, much like his own. “Did something happen, Twila? Something that you’re trying to avoid?” He asks straightforwardly, but in a gentle tone.

Her eyes suddenly feel empty as she stares down nothing in particular on the floor. She speaks quietly, but darkly, shamefully. “I looked for help in places I shouldn’t have.”

Although cautious of the many things this could mean, he leans back in satisfaction, finally feeling like they are heading somewhere. He has a new understanding of something. He thinks about her answer for a while. “What exactly do you mean?” He asks in a calm tone, hoping to get her to open up, but she can’t seem to find her voice.

He is to get nowhere today, though he still thinks the conversation went well, despite it being unfinished. Perhaps it’s best to let their conversation settle for the day and speak again another time. He sighs. “Alright.” He stands from his spot, leaving the conversation where it is. “Class will begin shortly. I recommend we leave before the students exit their common rooms. It was nice speaking with you, Twila. We shall continue this at our next meeting.”

Twila stands, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in, relieved that their meeting is over for the day.

He reaches to shake her hand, which she accepts hesitantly, before she watches him exit the classroom. He stops just before the door can close, catching it with his heel. “Come along, now.” He says with an impatient tone. She quickly races towards the door, exiting the room with him.

She walks with him down the hall until she sees the familiar cross section with the snake torches. She turns around to face Snape again, but when she does, he’s gone. Twila hums to herself, brows furrowed in confusion as she looks around for her teacher, but he is nowhere to be seen. She stands in the hall alone as she hears the distant sounds of feet shuffling and voices mumbling. The students are waking.

She strides slowly to her next class, seeing as she has the time. She takes a scenic route to Charms, strolling around the castle and looking at the paintings and decor as one student comes out of the common rooms, then 10, then 100, then more.

Surprisingly, Twila is not the first to enter the classroom. In fact, a decent amount of students are already seated and speaking amongst themselves. She sees the familiar short blonde waves that adorn Celia’s head, barely contrasting with the yellow of the girl’s uniform. Celia smiles as her friend enters and gestures to a spot next to her. Twila makes her way over, but not before she recognizes another face.

Ominis sits on the opposite side of the classroom besides another young man she didn’t recognize quite yet.. She feels the push to go over and greet her new friend, however she hears Jewel’s words echo through her head and decides against it, continuing to sit next to Celia instead.

Could Gaunts really be that bad? She asks herself, now cautious of the stranger she had only met the day before, curious of what dark secrets lie behind his seemingly kind face.

In the corner of her eye, Twila notices Ominis and his friend speaking. The stranger listens to Ominis speak for a moment before looking Twila’s way. She glances at him as he studies her, but she turns back to Celia just as quickly. It is clear that Ominis was speaking about her and she had caught the attention of his friend. However, she chooses to ignore it and sets down her notebook to write notes as, head of her house, Professor Flitwick begins his lecture.

Twila jots down a last sentence about a concealment charm the professor had mentioned. She'll have to look more into that later. Then, she packs up her things, following Celia out the door, but not before passing by Ominis first.

“Hello, Twila.” He greets softly.

“Hey.” Is all she responds back, before guiltily exiting the room. However, something was not making sense to Ominis.

Out into the hallway, Twila parts ways with Celia to stride to her next class, after the latter bids the young girl good luck. An ‘interesting choice of electives’ as Jewel would put it, however what Twila had left out was she was not only taking Arithmancy, Divination, and Ancient Runes, but that she was taking N.E.W.T. level Arithmancy, Divination, and Ancient Runes. A secret to spare her the embarrassment of being ‘extremely Ravenclaw’. Sure she is one, but they needn’t know how much of one.

She enters the classroom, 7 students total sitting in chairs across the room. A bystander would not think someone like Twila would be interested in such a class, let alone the brains to fly through it. She sticks out like a sore thumb, especially with being outnumbered in a room full of… academic looking boys, let's just say.

The boys whisper amongst her, watching as she sits down and finds a blank sheet of parchment to write on, however, Twila blows this off with ease, much more interested in the information this class would present her with. As class goes on, Twila can hardly put her pen down, constantly scribbling down different thoughts and ideas about runes that come to her mind as the professor speaks.

After lunch, Twila heads to her last class of the day, Transfiguration, which she is not at all excited for, and for the second time that day, she sees Ominis, sitting in the back of their third shared class. However this time, they are both without their friends.

She quietly sits beside him, her hands in her lap.

“Hey, Twila.” He says cautiously, remembering her acting strangely towards him just a few hours before.

“Hello.” She responds rather shyly, and those are the only words they exchange the entire class.

When the professor dismisses the room to work on their reading assignment, Twila shuts her book with a deep sigh, slouching down into her seat exhaustedly, mind already having been spent from her previous N.E.W.T. classes.

Ominis opens his mouth before shutting it again, turning his head towards the front of the classroom. This lasts for approximately 3 seconds before he turns back towards the girl. “Twila, is something the matter?”

She looks at him for a moment, studying his worried brows. She lets out a breath. “I suck at Transfiguration.” She states bluntly.

He chuckles at her response. “Most don’t really have a knack for this subject. I’m sure you’re not the only one.” He reassures her.

“Luckily I have next hour open to study more.” She says, sitting up in her chair to gather her papers and pencil.

His face seems to light up at her words, his body straightening out as he faces her. “As do I. Would you like to study together? We can go to the library.” He offers.

Twila smiles at this. “Sure. I’ve been dying to see what this library looks like.”

His face brightens even further. "Oh, you'll be in for a treat. The library is huge. It's full of ancient scrolls and tomes, you’re going to love it."

She smiles softly, struggling to believe the things Jewel said about this boy.

As the clock strikes 3:05 the class is over and the two both leave the room together. Their way to the library, Ominis asks her a question, trying to get to know her better. “So, you said you’re from America?” He asks curiously.

She nods. “Yeah, I grew up in one of the northern states.”

“The North? What is it like there?” He asks, as they slowly make their way through the lush green courtyard.

“Cold.” She chuckles.

He chuckles along with her. “I bet it’s very cold during the winter, isn’t it?”

She shrugs. “I suspect it’s not too different from here, same latitude and all. Though I’m not sure how weather works in the wizarding world…” She trails off in thought with a raised brow.

He furrows his brows at this suggestion, before finding himself now pondering the possibilities of magical influence on the weather. “Perhaps it may be different. I’ve actually never given it a thought.” He shakes his head before he too gets lost in his own mind. “Anyways, tell me about your family. What are they like?”

She picks at the ribbing of her sleeve. “Well…” She begins reluctantly. “I live with my mom… that’s about it actually.”

Ominis notices a hint of sadness in her voice as she speaks of this. “I take it you grew up with just your mom?” He asks with a concerned expression on his face.

“I grew up in my grandmother's house actually. I used to have a huge family. We were a loud bunch; wild and, debatably, insane at times, but things were fun. Eventually my grandma passed and everyone kinda just… went away. Now it’s just my mom and I.” She finishes softly.

Ominis tilts his head towards the floor. “I’m sorry. I know how hard it is to lose someone.” His eyes almost seem a lighter shade of blue as he says this. “You said your family was wild? Did they cast all sorts of crazy spells when you were growing up?” He asks with a smile.

She chuckles at this. “U-uh… yeah.” She answers quietly, but he notices the hesitation in her voice. Ominis ignores the urge to pry, instead guiding her into the quiet but abnormally large library, where they find a table to seat themselves at. As they enter, Twila’s jaw drops as she darts her head to and fro to take in all of her surroundings.

Ominis takes her silence as awe, smiling when he hears her astonished ‘whoa’. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He says with excitement in his voice.

“Yeah…” She says breathily, slowly dropping into her seat as her eyes stay glued to the ceiling. Eventually, she brings herself down enough to bring out her transfiguration book like they had intended to do, carefully skimming over the page in silence.

Suddenly, Ominis turns to Twila. “May I ask you a question.” He says in a calm voice. Her head perks up from the book, turning towards him. He nearly hesitates, but his concern gets the best of him. “Sorry, but I must ask. Why were you acting so strange this morning? You seemed bothered? Did I do something to upset you?” He asks genuinely.

As she hears this, she sighs, letting her hand fall flat against the book. “Someone… told me that I should stay away from you because you’re… a Gaunt. But, I don’t want to believe that you’re a bad person.” She admits nervously, hoping that, if it’s true, he won’t take advantage of the fact that she trusts him.

He is surprised by this revelation. Although he is aware of the reputation and rumors that go around because of his family name, he is shocked Twila had discovered them so quickly and been nearly affected by them. “I see.” He says disappointedly, wondering just who would tell her to go to such extreme lengths. “Well, whoever told you that is quite mistaken. While it is unfortunately true the reputation my family has, I assure you I am against their practices and have gone as far as disowning my home because of it. I don’t want to be like them…”

She nods softly, feeling guilty for bringing it up. “I can tell you don’t.” She states empathetically.

He smiles. “I am glad you understand. You would be one of few to separate me from my family name. But, it is alright if you still feel cautious to get close. I understand it will take some time for you to trust me.”

Twila frowns. “I do trust you, and I’m sorry for making assumptions. I just don’t know who to trust anymore, especially when it comes to those on the opposite side of the world. Hogwarts feels like a new dimension to me.” She chuckles sadly, taking another look around the foreign library.

A light chuckle emerges from his throat, fondly smiling as he imagines her situation. “Hogwarts is indeed a new dimension to explore and the people are quite different from American witches and wizards. I suppose it’s a bit difficult to trust anyone nowadays though.” He says with a slight shrug. “Do you feel homesick at all?”

“A little.” She says, running her finger over the thin textbook pages. “But in a way, I’m kind of glad to be away for a while.”

He furrows his brows, interest piqued from this. He feels as though there is more to be said behind her words, but again, he refrains from prying. “How do you find Hogwarts compares to Ilvermorny so far?”

She shrugs. “Honestly, it’s not too different on a basic level. Hogwarts is definitely older though. It has far more history and traditions, a lot more prestigious as well. My friends warned me of the different social classes at Hogwarts and I admit I’m still a little nervous about it all. It’s so different from how we see things in America.”

He takes note of her anxiousness as she speaks, but again his curiosity is piqued. “In America, things are much more relaxed, I presume?”

Twila’s cheek grows raw as she nibbles on the inside of it, finding the right way to put her words. “In a way, yes. But in many ways, no.” She leans back in her chair, pondering over her home country's issues. “In America, we tend not to care much about blood status. A wizard is a wizard, to most anyway. But while America isn’t particularly prejudiced against half-bloods or muggleborns, they are very prejudiced against muggles. It just became legal, only a few years back, that a wizard and no-maj could marry again. But, clearly, there are issues still, considering the new laws they are trying to pass.” Ominis raises a brow at this for her to continue. She sighs. “Some people want to pass a law that states any magical child with muggle parents be taken from their families once they receive their magic. That way the parents are never exposed to our world.” She finishes with a frown.

Ominis is completely stunned to hear this, feeling that America sounded more like a dystopia than anything. “They want to take away the children from their parents?” He turns to Twila, disgust and confusion building in his voice.

She lets out a dry chuckle. “That’s America for you. It’s not the first time they’ve passed some crazy, inhuman law, trust me, wizarding world or otherwise.” She rests her head into her hand, slumping over the desk.

However, despite Twila’s casual nature towards the subject she is clearly more than used to, Ominis can still barely wrap his head around this new information. “Do muggleborn children have no say in the matter? Surely the parents would protest, do they not?”

She shrugs once more. “I believe they wish to obliviate the parents, that way they’d never even remember they had a child in the first place. Then they throw the child into a wizard orphanage or something.” Twila didn’t look into the law too much, the little bit of information she had heard was enough to make her feel extremely distant from her own community.

He looks at her in horror, just the idea alone sounding terrifying to him. “That’s awful. I can’t imagine living with no memory of my own family. How can they justify this type of hatred?”

“The same way people over here can justify murdering muggleborn, I suppose.” She answers sadly, remembering all the things Jewel mentioned about the Death Eater population that used to reside here only a few years ago.

Ominis goes quiet, sighing at her words as he understands America’s logic just a little bit better now after considering his own experiences on the large island he himself grew up on. “Are muggleborns treated like that in America as well?” He asks with concern.

“Not by the government anyways. MACUSA claims they’d be protecting muggleborns with such a law, and I think they actually believe that too. It’s muggles they despise so deeply, all because one man a hundred years ago tried to expose the wizarding world and they haven't been the same since.”

He nods. “What about your family? Are they okay with you coming to Hogwarts and being with muggleborns and half-bloods?”

She pauses for just a bit too long and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “Of course… My family has no problem with them or muggles. We see everyone as equal.”

He lifts his head, studying her words carefully. “I see.” He responds quietly and calmly, but not in a convinced manner. He considers everything they had talked about so far, her views, her family, the way she acts, her hesitancy, then it clicks in his mind. “I see.” He repeats once more as everything comes together more clearly now, but he decides not to reveal anything so as to not make her feel uncomfortable. “Shall we continue studying?”

For a moment, Twila is caught off guard by him switching subjects so suddenly, yet is more than happy to go along with it. However, she is much more cautious with her reading, on edge and waiting for him to press into the previous subjects again at any moment.

Once studying for a while, Twila checks the time. “I think dinner’s starting soon, should we head out?”

“Already?” Ominis asks, stretching from all the studying they had done today. “I can walk with you there if you’d like.” He offers with a kind smile.

She smiles back, standing with him as they both collect their things and head out of the large room. They walk with a slight awkward silence between them, as Ominis contemplates what he could say to her. Before he can gather the courage to say anything, they arrive at the entrance of the Great Hall. “Well, I think my friends are waiting for me. But-...” She pauses for a moment. “Would you like to meet every Tuesday after class to study? We could make the library our spot?” She suggests with a smile.

Ominis is caught off guard by this suggestion at first, considering his previous growing suspicions of her. Nonetheless, he accepts happily. “That sounds like a great idea, Twila. I would like that.”

Her smile grows at this. “Sounds good. See you in Charms tomorrow.”

And with that, she heads to her table, her three friends all waiting for her there. They ask her about her day and she tells them, leaving out just little minute details about her new friend whom she had agreed to meet with regularly now.

#black fanfiction #poc #oc fanfiction #harry potter #hp #ravenclaw #slytherin #draco malfoy #severus snape #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #mattheo riddle #tom riddle #wizarding world #hogwarts #hogwarts legacy #shadowed fates

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Fic Masterpost

Oh, boy. Okay. Here we go.

I have written literally hundreds of thousands of words of fic, and this is where you can find it! Consider this a kind of annotated bibliography.

Harry Potter

Lionheart

Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger | 300,000 words and counting

How Draco Malfoy met a girl on a train, ruined his life, started a war, and ended one.

Notes: Oh, honey. This is my baby. The longest fic I've ever written, the currently running one, and the one I'm most fond of. A Gryffindor!Draco AU that retraces all 7 books. Slowburn Dramione (SLOW, slow burn, a simmer, currently more like a suntanning) with Golden Quartet vibes. I pre-write all the books and then release them in weekly updates, kinda like a serial publication, so you always know when your next hit is coming!

Volume I, "Green and Golden," composed of Years 1-3, finished early in 2023. It's currently releasing Volume II, "Son and Heir," which just finished the first act of Year 4.

The Climb

Harry Potter, Severus Snape & Harry Potter | 22,000 words

"...in the event that I, Lily Evans Potter, and my husband, James Potter, become deceased," read Albus, "I do hereby name Severus Snape as sole legal custodian of my son, Harry James Potter, until such a time as he comes of age." He folded his glasses on the table. "Fuck," said Severus, with feeling.

Notes: An unexpected brainworm that I had while compiling a Severus playlist for Lionheart, which rapidly spiraled out of control. It's a "Severus raises Harry" fic, which I never had a taste for until I started writing this — I realized there was so much more juice in the narrative idea than I'd realized. I like how I use voice and style here; I think I made a real leap in technique between SWHTWW and this one.

Other

the scenes which hold the waking world

Six of Crows, Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa, Matthias Helvar/Nina Zenik, Jesper Fahey/Wylan van Eck | 70,000 words

Thirty million dollars for a secret. That's the payout for Kaz Brekker, the most dangerous, ruthless, and talented extractor in the dream industry — if he can manage it. But to have a chance, he needs the best. That means finding a team willing to attempt the impossible: a knife-wielding cat burglar, a college dropout with perfect aim, a sullen ex-Navy SEAL, a drop-dead gorgeous former Soviet spy, and the estranged son of their rich employer. If they can avoid killing each other, they'll go down in history. If they can't, none of them may wake up again.

Notes: This was my first novel-length fic, and I'll always have a soft spot for it. It's an Inception AU with the vibes of Leverage meets Ocean's 11, with a side of psychological trouble and codependency. Read if you like spy movies, heist stories, or dangerous criminals whose Achilles heel is being unable to stop talking shit to each other.

someday we'll linger in the sun

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, Namor of Talokan/Shuri | 40,000 words

As the legends have it, after she earned the blessings of Bast, the Princess Shuri took a god for a lover. The legends say less about what happened in between.

Notes: Another drabble that spiraled wildly out of control. (You may notice a theme.) I watched Black Panther over Christmas break and thought, "Wow, that's an incredible storyline that didn't actually happen, wish someone would write it." Technically unfinished, but I think the existing chapters serve as a complete story. Unfortunately, no plans to come back to this one; I might mark it as finished at some point, because it feels settled to me.

it's a western, henry

Dimension20: Fantasy High, Riz Gukgak/Fabian Aramais Seacaster | 10,000 words

Nobody fantasizes about kissing goblins in the moonlight, or taking them out on ice cream dates after class. Especially not beautiful half-elves on the bloodrush team, who could have anybody they wanted (and probably do). It's the beginning of a bad joke. A goblin and a half-elf walk into a tower... And the goblin ends up slain on the floor while the half-elf walks out with the princess.

Notes: My first fic, which started as a writing exercise. A character study in fantasy race relations and a love story between a nerd and a jock in which the jock is the anxious one. Working title for a while was "it's not easy being green," before I found the fancy Siken line. I still think there's some good humor in here, and I like rereading it from time to time.

#dramione #harry potter #six of crows

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iammyownsaviour · 1 year

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@sapphicmicrofics will continue for this month of May and I’m still participating in it, but I’ve decided to make a masterlist of all the fanfics I posted for HP Sapphic Microfics through the month of April (or with April prompts). I’m dividing the masterlist by ships just like the fanfic’s blog navi. And I want to let my thanks here for @siriusly-sapphic the host of this event that I’m completely in love with. Now, I hope you guys appreciate my work!

IAMMYOWNSAVIOUR MASTERLIST

GOLDEN ERA / PRE-MARAUDERS

you put your arms around me and I'm home | Eileen Prince/Euphemia Potter | 176 wc

Eileen is in an abusive marriage and Euphemia wishes she was brave enough to get her lover out of that. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

the ghost of a smile | Rolanda Hooch/Helena Ravenclaw | 100 wc

Every morning, Rolanda Hooch did her flying practice before classes. And every morning, Helena Ravenclaw would watch her. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

MARAUDERS ERA

the comfortable arms of a sister | Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Narcissa Black Malfoy | 76 wc

The first thing she sees in the morning is Bellatrix's big black hair. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

sisters know best | Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Narcissa Black Malfoy | 126 wc

Every now and then Bellatrix and Narcissa go to the graveyard to fuck on Lucius' tombstone.

don't you go and tell me that you love me while you're leavin' | Bellatrix Black/Narcissa Black | 219 wc

Narcissa is leaving Bellatrix behind to marry Lucius but Bella can't let her Cissa go.

big red eyes | Lily Evans/Narcissa Black | 155 wc

No witch is powerful enough for what a vampire's red eyes is capable of. Narcissa's glad that Lily isn't an exception. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night | Lily Evans/Pandora Lovegood | 153 wc

"Hey, I didn't mean that. I'm not laughing because I don't want you to kiss me, but 'cause I waited so long for you to finally do that I was starting to think maybe you never would." Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

I wanna brainwash you into loving me forever | Lily Evans/Trans Fem!Severus Snape | 252 wc

"I already changed my name, so I think the next thing to do should change the way I look too." Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

you regret me and I'll regret you | Narcissa Black/Trans Fem!Sirius Black | 123 wc

Ever since their first kiss, Narcissa didn't spoke to Sierra.

LIGHTNING ERA

you'll find the real thing instead | Daphne Greengrass/Pansy Parkinson | 120 wc

"I still can't believe she ditched you like that. I love Astoria, but she was so wrong. You're much better than Draco, in every way." Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

me, her and the ocean | Fleur Delacour/Ginny Weasley | 397 wc

Fleur's divorcing Bill and Ginny takes her and the kids to the beach for a day off, she tries not to but Ginny can't help but still love Fleur even after all those years. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

yeux rouges | Fleur Delacour/Hermione Granger | 200 wc

Hermione brings work home and Fleur couldn't be more mad about it.

your love should be celebrated | Fleur Delacour/Luna Lovegood | 69 wc

Luna loved every single part of Fleur, even the ones she didn't want her to see. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

I found love in the graveyard of spirits | Fleur Delacour/Luna Lovegood | 100 wc

Fleur and Luna go to the same graveyard for different reasons and end up enjoying each other's company.

world class piece of art | Fleur Delacour/Padma Patil | 100 wc

Padma takes her french girlfriend Fleur, who never went to that museum, to The Louvre for the first time. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

if we survive the great war | Ginny Weasley/Hermione Granger | 100 wc

Hermione and Ginny reunite minutes after the end of Hogwarts' Battle.

too cute to look hot | Ginny Weasley/Pansy Parkinson | 120 wc

Ginny puts Pansy's gang leather jacket thinking she might look just as hot as her girlfriend in it, but that doesn't work out the way she wanted to. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

such a heavenly creature | Ginny Weasley/Nymphadora Tonks | 70 wc

Ginny's convinced her girlfriend is a heavenly creature.

weird but beautiful | Hermione Granger/Luna Lovegood | 140 wc

Luna loves to go to the beach in winter, she says the snow makes it more beautiful. Hermione can't understand the appeal of it, but she lets her girlfriend drag her there every time. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

what a bliss to kiss your caramel lips | Hermione Granger/Padma Patil | 170 wc

As much as Padma loved her girlfriend, not even she could stand Hermione Granger when she was trying to be the smartest in the room.

I'm gonna marry you anyway | Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson | 146 wc

"I swear she only laughs when you're around. What's your secret?"

I will lead you back home | Lavender Brown/Padma Patil | 80 wc

It's been a long time Padma last heard Lavender's laughter, since her sister's death... Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

NEXT-GEN ERA

I'll meet you in our place in the graveyard | Delphi/Victoire Weasley | 125 wc

There's something morbid about how Delphi only wants to meet in the graveyard, Victoire thinks. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

the fight for you is all I've ever known | Dominique Weasley/Lily Luna Potter | 86 wc

Fighting is all Dominique has ever known, either for herself or those she loves. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

just please don't ever change | Rose Weasley/Victoire Weasley | 220 wc

Rose highlights her hair to make her parents mad, but she also wants to know if her girlfriend Victoire approves it.

I swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover | Rose Weasley/Alice Longbottom II (OC) | 233 wc

The Weasleys witness a cute (but kind of gross) moment between their cousin Rose and her girlfriend Allie on Hogwarts Express. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

CROSS-GEN

The Woman in The Leather Jacket | Bellatrix Black/Luna Lovegood | 50 wc

The woman in the leather jacket is the one she chose to love.

I wish it was you instead | Narcissa Black Malfoy/Astoria Greengrass | 100 wc

Astoria wonders if is really cheating when Draco's inside of her and all she can think about when she looks at his beautiful blonde hair is his mother.

POLYAMOROUS

the center of our universe | Astoria Greengrass/Narcissa Black Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson | 143 wc

Lucius dies and Narcissa finds love again in Astoria and Pansy.

let we love you (just as he did, perhaps, even more) | Cho Chang/Luna Lovegood/Padma Patil | 100 wc

Post "The Goblet Fire" - Cho doesn't remember when it started or if she was awake when Luna and Padma first came to sleep embraced with her. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

maybe kissing slytherin girls wouldn't be that bad | Daphne Greengrass/Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson | 224 wc

Hermione hides in the bathroom to get away from getting bullyed by Pansy and Daphne but she discovers something about them, maybe about all Slytherin girls.

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Hello! I’m Demon, 23, and I live in the EST zone. This ad will be short and sweet, as it’s really more of an interest check and a dragnet for writing partners rather than a thought-out and fleshed-out plot(I am hoping to share the building of that with you). I’m going to list a short number of requirements/preferences right now:

you must be 21 or older to roleplay with me.

I prefer a 3rd person/past-tense format. I write comfortable between 3-7 paragraphs but can often do more, if my partner matches or comes close to the length of whatever I write. Visa versa, I tend to match my partner’s length per post. My starters always tend to run long, however.

I love a mix of wholesomeness and angst. I am open to and very comfortable with various dark themes, as well as smut/ERP as long as it doesn’t dominate the story. You should know that my characters are submissive types, regardless of how meek or fiery their personality is. Further details can be discussed privately.

I play male/non-binary/non-hetero-normative characters and I also prefer MxM pairings. Very rarely, I will play an AFAB character, but don’t count on it.

I roleplay mainly on Discord, but can be flexible for various platforms.

Now, onto my list of pairings, these can work with original characters.

x our characters are merfolk/sirens x I play a merfolk OC against your pirate OC(historical fantasy plot, think Pirates of the Caribbean) x One of us plays a merfolk against a scientific researcher/journalist/wildlife photographer/cryptid hunter.

I just really like merfolk, mmkay? And pirates. I love pirates. In fact, let’s have more pirates.

x Pirate captain(you) against my French Navy captain OC. He’s a big barrel of fun in a very small, sassy package. If you write this plot with me, I will be your biggest fan.

Aaaand I’ve got some fandom pairings I really want as well. I mean, REALLY want. I’m going to put cute little stars around the roles I will play, if I have a preference.

x Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass(Tim Burton) human!Cheshire Cat x Mad Hatter

x Encanto / Coco Crossover Bruno Madrigal x Héctor Rivera

x The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom Link x Ganondorf

x Potterverse Severus Snape x Fae OC

x The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Dragonborn!OC x Sheogorath x Sanguine

And finally, some various fandom fixations just to throw them out there. Harvestella My Little Pony: FiM(I know, I know, but Luna and Discord are super cool. I would love a Discord to my Luna). Venom Outlast My Pride Watership Down The Addams Family(1991, of course, because… WHEW. DAMN. What I wouldn’t give to be in a wholesome and loving throuple with my healthy marriage goth icons).

That’s almost it. But, there is a post on my page that contains a Google Doc, as a bio for information relating to myself as a writer/roleplayer. It also includes a list of likes/limits for ERP and a writing sample at the end. Please do check it out if you would be so kind. If you like what you see here, don’t hesitate to reach out to me. If I don’t answer for a bit, it’s just because I’m sleeping or doing something, but I’ll get back to you soon. Have a lovely day/night~

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Tales of Stealing Silver - A World Borne

Tales of Stealing Silver - A World Borne https://ift.tt/yqEwYiV by XxKibaxX I'm not sure what to say about this. Pirates of the Caribbean meets Harry Potter vibe. Just a fun series of misadventures, budding romance, and lots of failing at 17th-century English. Plus Draco in a Naval uniform; need I say more? Words: 4814, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Tales of Stealing Silver Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Daphne Greengrass, Lavender Brown, Rubeus Hagrid, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Gregory Goyle, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Percy Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Katie Bell, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Colin Creevey, Astoria Greengrass Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood/Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson/Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Daphne Greengrass/Neville Longbottom, Minor Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley - Relationship Additional Tags: Attempt at Humor, Dramione endgame, Alcohol, Mild Sexual Content, Alternate Universe - Historical, Navy vs. Pirates, Enemies to Lovers, Only one hammock, Stealing, Minor Violence, References to Tobacco Use, Peacock Peril, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Raging Sexual Tension, Draco in a Naval Uniform, BAMF Hermione Granger, BAMF Draco Malfoy, Wine is Adult Juice, Heavy Language, Canon? Yes we have canons..., Lord Severus Snape (also in a Naval Uniform), Late 17th Century, Treasure Hunting, Theo will be protected at all costs via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/V7mEMrQ July 20, 2023 at 06:44PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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The Stars on The Staircase Chapter 34- Forever Alone With Our Secrets

At last I have a new chapter of The Stars on The Staircase for you all! Read it on Ao3 or on Wattpad.

As we turn down the path that leads to the ending we stop to look back on where it all began and that begs the question, what does it all mean? In this chapter we get a flashback from Severus which I originally intended as a bonus chapter but as I started thinking about where the story was going I felt like including it because it shows how from the beginning they were isolated in a way, just by the having the secret of their feelings for each other.

(I would be remiss not to thank Chel for everything from spell checking to being a snaddy confessional booth.)

For a preview I have chosen the beginning of Severus’s memory which is Halloween Night, the night before Chapter one aka the night before the bathtub.

The Memory of Severus Snape October 31st 1989

Don’t look at her. Don’t look at her. Don’t look at her. Was the repeated refrain in my mind during the annual Halloween dance. An interesting deviation from the usual ‘ this is insufferable’ that was my normal repetition . I acted as chaperone on the edge of the room of giddy students, trying to watch without looking at one specific student.

I didn't really need to look. She was thinking about dancing with me. I could see her in her own mind’s eye. There was no reason to get caught looking at her, when she supplied a version of herself straight to my mind. I would be caught if I looked, because she never stopped looking at me.

Suddenly her daydream of dancing with me is interrupted. A fast song, her friends have pulled her onto the dance floor. Now it’s probably safe to glance. Fuck. Even now, in the crush of the entire student body jumping and shimmying, our eyes lock into each other.

I break eye contact just in time to save the punch bowl from tampering. “Mister McPherson, surely you aren't about to add any unsanctioned liquids to that bowl. Given your history with potion making, I think we can both agree it would be unwise to attempt it.” I threaten and the boy scurries off.

I don’t turn back to the dance floor for fear of accidentally looking at her again. I keep my eyes on the punch. That’s my job. I sigh and stare into the depths of the bowl. Then my eyes catch on the dress of the person getting themselves a glass. Gold stars on navy blue fabric, the ultimate irony.

I look up at her. Standing either side of this aggressively decorated punch table I finally look directly at the source of my stress. My chest hurts, swallowing seems difficult. Why does she have to be so beautiful all of a sudden?

It had been almost a whole school week of suddenly admiring the way her nose looks from the side, the way her eyes change when she’s smiling or asserting herself. In fact, I’m quite sure I knew absolutely nothing about her personality before Monday, but now I was following conversations with her and being needlessly proud when she did not allow herself to be stepped on. I am extremely certain that before Monday I never found the colour of her hair to be worthy of notice, let alone the way it looked in different lights.

I wasn’t sure where to look at her, her expectant face, her lips scrunching up in preparation for expulsion of words, this was entirely too cute so I looked down. I forced my eyes not to linger on her breasts, her waist or her hips though my eyes did have such a tendency to want to cling there.

Her calves and ankles, beautiful too. So frequently I had forced my eyes down there, I was worried I had become obsessed with them. The way the swoop of her leg came in at the ankle bone had so often been studied by my eyes in an attempt not to look anywhere else that I positively salivated with the need to kiss those ankle bones.

“Happy Halloween, Professor.” Greets the girl I was absolutely not meant to think about the way I was constantly thinking about. I looked at her face and tried to respond. My mind was empty of the usual inane platitudes, I could only think to demand an array of photographs of her. I wanted to see twenty five of her from the week before this to compare to now. What had happened to her? Was this a problem in my own mind? Was this a beguiling kind of magic?

Surely she did not look like this before this week. Was she part Veela or something? I didn’t think their magic was so active as to produce stars, more a passive effect. Surely if she was part Veela we would have all been warned of this, to help prevent her from getting into trouble from the unwanted attention of others.

I become aware I am staring at her face, not answering her. What had she said? I can’t handle her eyes so I turn and leave without saying anything to her.

“He thinks you’re a big creep. Won't even speak to you for fear of encouraging you and your stupid unhinged affections.” She scolds herself in her head. I cringe at making her think she is the problem. I am most definitely the problem, as only one of us is strictly not supposed to be having these feelings.

I go find Charity and ask to trade places. I would rather supervise the haunted hallway and send nasty illusions through the floating black curtains to frighten students than watch them wrapping their arms around each other. The haunted corridor does not bring relief, other than not hearing her thoughts. I’m still churning with the picture of her in my mind. Why did there have to be a school dance this week, why did she have to be out of uniform? I’m going to be tortured with mental images of her all night. I just know it.

I take out my tension on several students who don't see me as I linger in the darkness, sending images of demons and monsters to chase them away from my spot in the middle of the corridor.

“Violet! Violet!? Don’t leave me alone in here.” Her voice is so recognizable to me now. I find my feet walking toward it.

“Violet I love you… but I cant fucking belive you ditched me in here to snog Daniel Smith. I dont mind your slutty behaviour except when I turn around in a creepy haunted house and you’re fucking gone!”

I walk past the place her friends are tangled up in an alcove. I should take points or separate them, but I’m too busy looking for her in the black swaths of fabric Flitwick and Charity have charmed to shift around this corridor like moving walls of darkness.

“Violet!” She whispers angrily. I find her, but keep away. I can see her through one of the fabric drapes. I can feel how scared she is through our new connection. At first it perplexes me but then I understand, she hates being startled. Her nerves about finding something in the maze that jumps out seemed to have her not really moving forward.

There’s a growl from the other side of her, just one of many illusions and charms set up in here. She turns to move away from it and I don’t have time to shift position before she comes crashing into me. She almost screams as she runs into me, but suddenly her head snaps up and we’re looking at each other again. This time in the dark, surrounded by gray floating cloth and silly cackling laughter noises, demons roaring and music designed to make your hair stand on end.

“It’s him…Why is he everywhere? This wouldn't be half as hard if he didn’t show up around every corner!” She thought. She had run into me with her hands outstretched and for just a couple of seconds her fingers tangle into the front of my outer robes, sink into the fullness that falls from my shoulders, and I can feel her taking in the texture before she snaps her hands back away from me in a moment of awareness.

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rinalouu · 10 months

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-> return to the harry potter masterlist - here

-> note: each character has their own navi and list since imagines are pretty small and i plan to make a lot! some are friendly, some are romantic.

-> character navi. -> harry potter - here -> ron weasley - here -> hermione granger - here -> draco malfoy - here -> fred weasley - here -> george weasley - here -> neville longbottom - here -> luna lovegood - here -> cedric diggory - here -> sirius black - here -> remus lupin - here -> severus snape - here -> more to come

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction

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ravencounsellor · 1 year

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What is Erestor's sense of fashion like? How does he use clothes/appearances to help him in his work, both in SA and the TA? Does he have a preferred style and is it what he wears to work in?

Okay okay okay so this took a while for me to get to bc I wanted to be specific but didn’t have the time so here it is now !!!!

Erestor’s sense of style changes throughout the years. In the Y.T. as a member of one of the richest houses of Valinor Erestor was always dressed luxuriously. Sapphires were a signature of the House of Lúlë and so the family was always adorned in the gems. He was most often dressed in royal blue, silver, and white.

In the First Age as a scribe in Hithlum Erestor had something of a uniform; a blue tunic, simple leggings, and brown belt with his tools. It was something simple, warm, and easy to get around in.

In the second age as a member of Gil-Galad’s court, Erestor begins dressing in finer things again. It is befitting of his station, he missed it, and a prosperous peace had finally been won after many hard-fought years. Right? Most often he is seen in navy blue, black, and gold. He also had clothing for his work as spymaster; all black and concealed.

In the third age, Erestor runs out of fucks to give and dresses primarily in simple black robes. It's the simplest, easiest, most comfortable, and aligns most with his aesthetics by then. On the daily he really do be dressed like a Severus Snape mfer. The most pop of color you’d ever see from him would be brown or dark blue. aka the last pic below is a shocking amount of color from Erestor in the third age

thank you very much for the ask!!! :D

#headcanon #first age verse #second age verse #answered

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michasnape · 2 years

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She moved lightly across the hall carpet, twirling her small, lean but shapely body. Her pale, slightly full thigh rose to the top of the ceiling, pointing to the huge hanging crystal chandelier. The wind outside with the windows open made the material tinkle, like a soft melody accompanying her rhythm.

Asta Shane knew she was being watched, even with her eyes closed, she knew when he was watching her. Feeling my body burn, she inhaled deeply, feeling that nervous, excited edge descend from her accelerating chest to her navel. Her breathing hitched, her muscles began to tingle violently, almost messing up her steps. She never shied away from being watched by him, without any shame, her face heated with tension, never embarrassment. Then a contented smile escaped freely from her flushed, sweaty face, her back to her father and him.

"Your steps are getting better every day. Keep practicing, dear." her father praised, pride in his voice.

Asta stopped and turned to her father, staring at him amused.

"You don't know ballet, Dad." she replied jokingly, drawing a smile from his father.

Daniel Shane drank from his common whiskey, without fire, because he was not adept at everything from the wizard world. He was a half-blood in secret. Everyone might think that rich family carried gold in their blood as much as anything inside their mansion. But no. A dirty, hidden part of it ran through the veins of everyone there, including his old friend, Severus Snape. Asta's godfather.

"I know what a stubborn little creature you are when you want to be excellent at something. I have no doubt that you are more than a step ahead of the other girls." Daniel sipped from the amber liquid, directing his gaze with a proud glare at Severus. "Don't you think she'll make a talented and successful witch?" he directed his question at his friend.

Severus brought his dark eyes back to his goddaughter, crunching his jaw and twisting his fists under the table. Her navy blue tulle contrasted with her almost snowy skin tone. In black tights, tightening and lining her hips and contouring her firm, small breasts pointed right at him. The damned hard nipples he noticed and mentally cursed. The transparent pantyhose from her feet to her waist. Black high-top trainers, which she had already broken in to make her tiny feet fit. Her almost white blonde hair curled into a tight bun, exposing her reddish, angelic, soft face, unmarked. The man moved his eyes up to hers, which glowed with anticipation, aware that she was loving that attention. Asta was no innocent angel, he well knew.

His cock hardened, clenching in his social trousers, pulsing violently.

Asta shivered, swallowing dryly.

But she didn't want to run away from there. It was the first time he'd given her some lingering attention, which she'd been seeking for months, when she realised that her eyes didn't see him as her goodfather, her brain didn't process him as a goodfather. But a man who was causing strange things inside her. And when she stopped blaming herself, Asta began to play along, until he bit back. She wanted him more than warm dreams, his own fingers touching her at dawn, and dirty imaginations. Asta wanted reality in a room, now his fingers. And everything she mentally staged, that he could make happen.

"Yes." Severus answered Daniel, husky and rough, still studying Asta's tempting form, how she adorned that pure image just to tease him.

How wicked was it to desire someone you held in your arms and then watched her grow beautifully? When she grew up and many years later started playing, he took it very well. Then she planted inside him a damned urge to touch her wickedly, without any fatherly image. He had no hell of an intention of being a father to her. That was too much. He wanted to be her fucking first man. Only limited to that, if she was so well hunting to be touched and taken by him.

His cock moved again, stirring and so stiff it was unbearable to bear that tightness. No relief. Fuck, he cursed mentally. Little devil.

He was a dead man.

Severus Snape was a dead man because Daniel Shane was standing right in front of him as he practically devoured her with his narrow, malicious eyes.

"Asta, will you continue your lovely dance in your room?" Daniel suggested, fondly.

Her shoulders slumped and Severus noticed the slight frustration that quickly seized her. But she obeyed. She agreed with her head and started walking, disappearing down the long corridor in front of him.

A void filled the professor, only the trace of her sweet perfume in the room indicating that she was there, leaving him high.

Daniel cleared his throat, leaving the crystal glass on the table.

"She's late because I've ignored the invitation since she was eleven, I never thought she was ready. But now, I'm sending her to Hogwarts after the vacations."

Severus's eyebrows drew together.

"It's too late now, isn't it?" the professor retorted.

Daniel denied it.

"It never is, though it was completely my mistake for holding her at home for so long. She has grown up smart and clever, she could have a promising career in any Ministry post when she graduates. And you will help me by keeping your eyes on her for me while I am not around."

Ah, that's the devil dragging his gold through hell to lure and tease a sinner, Severus thought, annoyed.

His cock didn't settle still and Severus swallowed his Adam's cock with difficulty, almost unable to look him in the eye.

"You're going to do it, aren't you, Severus? You're the only man I trust for this. I can't let her lose her future inside that house. And you will look after her, because you are her godfather. You swore to take care of her from the moment she was born." Daniel smiled, trapping him completely in that uncomfortable reminder.

I'll remember that, you can be sure of that.

Severus swallowed his pommel again, guilt beginning to tighten in his clothes. He was hard as stone for Asta, facing her father, who had cared for her and protected her from the evil of the world with such effort.

He was the damned one.

And he drank all the liquid from his glass, burning his throat, sending shocks into his brain, dampening his muscles.

Severus stared hard at his old friend.

"Certainly." he replied hesitantly. "I'll take good care of her."

Daniel's smile, unaware of the ideas he was creating for Asta that he was hiding in the back of his mind, bothered Severus so much that he immediately rose from his chair and offered his right hand to his friend, ending that visit so close to bringing him to heaven and then torturing him. Because she was far from him. It was just him and his guilt, staring at her father.

The professor pulled his cloak forward from its rigidity.

"I will honour my title. And the pledge I have sworn to you." Severus promised, firmly.

Daniel shook his hand tightly, sealing the deal.

The professor appeared in the room, leaving the curious itch that was Asta.

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