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Hey, sweetie! Could you do something for “Being Harry Potter's twin sister?”. You know... Their whole trajectory, their discovery of Sirius and Remus (who might be her godfather). She has an unusual friendship with Neville and the Weasleys (especially the twins and Fred, who she has a crush on and is fully reciprocated with). Thanks for the attention 🌷🩶.

Being Harry Potter's Twin sister Headcanons:

Paring: Fem!Reader x Brother!Harry Potter, Fem!Reader x Fred Weasley.

Summary: your life as the chosen one's sister.

A/n: so I might split this up with each year. Sorry this took so long and it's not edited.

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So I feel like you and Harry would be totally different, and it might sound stereotypical, but you look like your mom with your dad's eyes.

Also you do have a scar, I looks like Harry's but it's on your wrist.

Most muggles and wizards forget your twins beacuse you look nothing alike.

With Harry I think he trusts adults a little too quick, with the treatment the Dursly's caused I think you'd have major trust issues. You only really trust Harry.

Harry is almost extremely over protective of you and sometimes thinks he's the older brother because he happens to be taller and five minutes older. “you know I'm five minutes older than you, right?”

“why does that bloody matter?”

Harry would do anything to keep you safe from Dudley and the other Dursley, I think Petunia would be harsher on you because you remind her so much of Lily and Dudley just think it's a game to terrioz you.

“keep your hands off her!” Harry shouted and pushed your cousin off you aching body.

People Don't know how relieved you were to get your Hogwarts letter.

Year one:

Like I said before you don't trust people as easy as Harry does, so when Hagrid came to rescue you two you were very reluctant and let Harry do most of the talking.

I'd say the Dursly's treatment causes you to be jumpy and very much aware of your surroundings, meaning you were hiding behind Harry when Hagrid came by.

But you learned to trust him during the trip to Digon Ally, he got Harry an owl and you a Ferrett named Seeley.

You also discovered your wand was related to The 'murder' Sirius Black's wand.

The first person you'd actually meet first is Fred and George, Hagrid had taken you to a candy shop in Digon ally and you both were after the last box of all flavor beans.

“you go ahead” he smiled when he saw you flinch back. “no, you” you respond.

Fred shook his head with a smile and handed you the colorful box. “no, you shouldn't take things from a pretty lady” that made you blush and take the box nervously.

And saved by the bell wizard, Harry called your name. “I got it go... Bye”

He didn't even get your name. Fred watched you run away with hearts in his eyes. George looked at him confused when he saw no candy in his hands.

“Georgie, I think I'm in love” he smiled like an idiot.

George, not knowing how to respond smiled.

When you got to Hogwarts you met Neville Longbottom and Draco Malfoy.

You had found Neville's Toad Trevor and was the one to return him. I think Neville would be star struck with you, your kindness to him and how pretty you were, he definitely had a crush on you immediately.

With Draco he just had infatuation, with Fred and Neville it was actual attraction(Neville more at the time) but with the Blonde Slytherin he saw you as someone he could get back at his parents with. The daughter of Lilly and James, Lucicus hated them and his eyes it would be a perfect opportunity to rebell a little.

You saw right threw him, you may not trust people immediately, but you do like to get to know them before you pass judgment. Draco lost your judgment as soon as he disrespected Ron and the rest of the Weasleys.

“listen you little Ferrett, leave Ron and his family alone”

I don't think the twins would take you being teased lightly, Fred didn't really care what Draco thought about him but him saying something about you or George is usually the last straw.

Anyway, the sorting hat didn't know what house to put you in. He was stuck between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. “your a lot smarter than people give you credit for...your also brave, maybe even braver than your brother”

The hat did consider your feelings, he didn't just put you in Gryffindor because you were afraid to be separated from Harry, he did because he wanted to prove how brave and strong you were.

Gryffindor was ecstatic to have both Potters, especially Fred and George. They both cheered with the rest of their house mates and gave you the empty spot next to them.

With that I think you'd have your own trio, you are very close to Hermione and Ron both, but your defently best friends with the twins.

Your also close with Neville, people might think your a body guard and would even teas him for it, but you actually love Neville company and think he's tougher than he relizes.

Some people might not realize you got on the Quidditch team beofer Harry, you became a Chaser.

During your first game the twins wouldn't leave your side, Fred was afraid you'd get hurt. I think the whole team was considering you were a first year.

Harry's broom was the only one that was supposed to get jinxed but you got in the way. You got swang around like crazy while the twins and Oliver tried to help you. It drove Harry crazy he couldn't help you, but he had his own jinxed broom to deal with too.

Ron and Hermione of course thought it was Snape, but it wasn't. He was concentrated on helping you... Even more than Harry.

You remind him of Lily... like a lot, so I think it would make him less biter towrds you. Yeah it'll hurt him to see you at first, but I think he wouldn't be harsh on you like he is Harry.

During the holiday we know Harry saw your parents in the mirror of erase, but as much as you loved your parents I don't think that's what you saw. You can't change the past, so you just wanted some kind of family. So when you looked in the mirror you saw the Weasleys.

You and the twins had been extremely close, especially Fred. During the holidays Molly sent you a sweater with your initial and Fred got you a paracord bracelet with a heart charm. He and george had matching ones(minus the heart) so at the time it was friendship bracelets.

When you went to see the mirror by your self Professor McGonagall cought you, she really liked you and thought you were a bright student. You don't get to show it much because Hermione always beats you too it.

Speaking of professors and Hogwarts staff, I think Hagrid would help you discover your love for animals and magical creatures. Which ment you were pissed when Draco ragged about Hagrid's baby dragon.

Your love for magical creatures also helps you and the golden trio get passed Fluffy the three headed dog.

You and Hagrid bonded over talking about animals and you guys grew closer because of that.

It still bewilders Ron how you saw innocents in the dog and though he was cute.

You didn't want to go back to the Dursly's, but with the events that transpired this year you were afraid to stay at Hogwarts too, but you couldn't help but love the place, as dangerous as it was it was also safe and full of wonderful people.

Year two:

So for starters I think Doby would annoy the hell out of Harry's sister and I think she would be pissed off he was at the Dursly's warring them instead of Ginny or Hermione or even Colin.

So when you got back from Hogwarts you and Harry did have to share Dudley's second bedroom, it was cramped and always hot, but it was better than living under the staircase.

So, remember when the Dursly's tried to stop Harry from going to the Burow with the Weasley's? Well Harry did get in their little blue Angler, but when he did Vernon grabed you causing Fred to jump through the window and get you.

Molly would be so happy to see you again and even kinda embarrassed Fred. “y/n darling, I'm so glad your hear... Fred hear wouldn't shut up about you all summer”

“mom!” Fred look embarrassed while George was trying to cover his laughter for his brother's sake.

The burow is big but it's also cramped at times, so you and the twins share a room, your best friends and your comfortable with each other. Your just kids right now and there's no dirty thoughts to it just three best friends having a sleep over.

Thoses night Fred found out about your nightmares, George is a heavy but one night you woke up Fred when you were tossing and whimper beacuse of them. You only remember your parents death in your dreams and currently your adventures from last year.

Fred comferted you through out the night. He didn't make you talk about it, just held you. George teased you guys when he woke up the next morning and saw you guy cuddling. You guys let it slide since he didn't know the situation.

But, During your stay I think you'd grow closer to George, your both the quieter of the twins and are usually the followers. You would tell him you hated all the attention being Harry's sister brings.

Fred would get jealous, really jealous but he loves you both too much to bring it up. George knows how much Fred cares about you and your relationship with George is strictly Platonic.

George knows Fred like the back of his hand and he told him that. “you know we're just friends, right? I'd never hurt you like that”

Speaking of friends, since it's ginny's first year you and the twins are all pretty protective, which ment you were about to kick Draco's teath out when he was hassling her at the book shop in Digon ally.

“touch her and it'll be the last thing you ever do”

You also despise Lockheart, You and the twins spend most of the year messing with him. Especially when it comes to quizes about himself.

“my favorite smell isn't the ass of a hairless dog!” Lockheart yelled after reading our answers.

You broke your arm during the Quidditch match where Draco and Harry we're going add it. The people and the teams were too busy watching your brother to realize you got knocked off your broom.

Fred cought you before you could hit the ground and he took you to madam Pomfrey with George and Hagrid's help.

That day you realized since you weren't the chosin one like Harry you weren't that inresting. But that didn't matter to your closest people. To Fred you were the greatest thing to ever enter hogwarts.

He stayed with you the entire time and helped you with assignments till you got better.

You weren't part of this year's adventure. You were too worried about taking care of Ginny and Hermione.

Years 3:

So after the whole blowing up aunt marge incident you went to the Burow(in this universe you go straight there).

You told the twins about aunt Marge and they couldn't stop laughing. You now call it "the incident" and it kinda became inside joke, Ginny getts annoyed with not knowing what it means.

“you keep saying 'the incident'! What doses that mean?”

You did find about Sirius black and that he was Harry's godfather. You would think he'd be yours too but really it was never confirmed since Lilly wanted Remus to be the godfather.

Remus told you about the once playful argument that James and Lily had about that. I think you'd grow really close to Remus.

He's the first adult you trusted immediately. You tell him everything and he becomes the first ever real father figure you've ever had.

Aurther is kinda of a father figure but you don't want to see him that way since your in love with his son.

Anyway, you find out about Remus being a werewolf just beacuse you were wondering around on a full moon, you weren't scared like a normal person should be which suprised him. You promised to never say anything.

It got annoying when Hermione kept asking werewolf questions when she started to have her suspicions.

You were relieved when you found out Sirius didn't actually kill your parents. You found out Sirius was really fun to be around. While Remus was a shoulder to cry on or sortof a body guard, Sirius was c comedic relief and learned how to make you and Harry laugh.

Year 4:

Your fourth year is when Fred and you really started to act on your feelings. When you went to the Quidditch world cup, Fred kissed you after your favorite team won.

Since death eaters showed up it was short lived and you guys didn't really speak of it till later.

You didn't try to get your name in the goblet of fire like your two best friends, nor was your name put in there.

It was bizarre... You wanted to do it just to prove you were just as brave and important as Harry. Fred helped you relize how important and loved you were during the last two summers, but since your name didn't get put in there like Harry's you felt pushed to the side lines again.

Fred was a little bit upset at your mindset. He didn't want you thinking you were useless but he also didn't want you in danger.

“why would you want to! It's dangerous, I don't know what I'd do If you got hurt!”

Then it turned into an argument. “I want to do It because I'm tired of being in his shadow I want to prove I'm just as strong! And why dose it matter if I was in the tournament or not?”

“beacuse I love you! The Wizarding world might not have chosen you but I do... And I know we're just kids but I do know that I love you”

Your heart melt and if felt like all your walls came crashing down. You knew you were important to him, but it finally clicked that you were is first choice from the beginning. No Harry, no chosin crap, he just wanted you.

You had your first real kiss in mouths. A rough but passionate kiss. He poured so mush love and emotion in it, he wanted to prove he wanted you and only you.

Then you became a couple, a few side problems kinda showed up. Hermione and Krum, then you and Neville... He wanted to asks you out so bad but then he finally had the confidence to ask you out he found you and Fred kissing.

You knew when something was bothering Neville, he became stand-offish and wouldn't really talk to you. When he confronted you all his emotions came out. He told you everything and even end his rant that he rather have you as a friend than not having you at all.

“but then I realized our friendship means more to me than anything, I'm happy for you and Fred but I don't want to lose my best friend”

“You won't...”

The Yule Ball was so much fun, you of course went with Fred and everything was perfect.

Having Cedric die was hard, you wernt close to him but having him die made you appreciate you brother again. You two became distant since you felt put on the side lines, but when you thought about Harry dying you couldn't help but cry.

“you and me against the universe” Harry said after you talked about it to him. “I'll always protect you and I'm sorry if you felt like I pushed you away”

Harry really did feel bad, but he felt even worse when he found out about you and Fred. He's been so busy he didn't even know you have a boyfriend for like three months.

He was happy for you both, he trust you'd be treated right and didn't feel like he had to put up an over protective brother facade.

Year 5:

So Remus is defently over protective and put the fear of murlin in Fred, but he knew Fred was a good guy.

You and Fred also worked hard to get Tonks and Remus together. You knew how much he loved her but he wouldn't act upon it.

Also with Voldemort back you were eager to join the order of the Phoenix, even if you weren’t old enough. And you better believe Fred would be right behind you.

“I'm in” you said.

“NO!” Remus and Sirius both said at the same time.

Okay so it's your fith year and Fred's last year, it's kinda of upsetting but it just encourages you guys to make the most of the year.

You love helping the boys sell their products and even help come up with some new ideas.

Rather the product are safe or not your usually the one to sell the product to fellow classmates, especially the females. George says to can sell a drowning man water.

The year was great... Till the pink monster showed up and started changing everything.

She got under Fred's skin like crazy and Umbridge knew it, he didn't really care what she did to him, took away one of his prank toys he doesn't care he'll just make a new one but what he didn't lightly is when you had to endore one of her detentions.

You didn't want the boys knowing or worry Fred and Harry. He accidentally found out when he grabed your soar hand the wrong way.

“I'm gonna end her!”

You had to grabe him and convince him if he did anything he'd get kicked out of school... Which he didn't care.

You knew about them dropping out and you even help plan their excape.

After they left Fred wrote to you almost every day, filling you in about the shop and telling you about the success.

You couldn't be more proud of them and even planed on working there that summer but the end of there made you forget about it.

Sirius had died protecting you, Bellatrix was about to use the same spell on you that she used on Mr. And mrs. Longbottom. Neville tried to protect you but Sirius bet him to it the only cost was his life.

During the summer you mostly stayed with the twins and worked at the shop, things got better and Fred worked hard to cheer you up.

He loves spending most of his time with you and doesn't really care if people see.

“your not supposed to get handsy with the staff” you joked.

“I won't tell if you want”

Year 6:

Not Much happened... That concerned you at least. You spent most of your year hanging out with Neville and Luna.

Harry and the other two were to busy worrying about Draco and you just didn't have the energy to care.

You quite the Quidditch team after an acadent last year so you usually helped Luna or who ever narrat the game.

You did worry about Draco though, he looked so alone and no one really cared, all Harry cared about was proving he was doing something wrong.

He grew so much respect for you when you found him crying, you didn't judge him like he expected... Just let him cry.

You filled Fred and George in about the closet stuff and how the school is going down hill.

After the school year you went home with the twins after Dumbledore's funeral, as awful as it might sound you weren't too affected by his death. You felt like Dumbledore never really cared about you or your brother.

Year 7:

So you spent most of the Summer paining and decorating for Billy's wedding, it was a good distraction.

During the battle of the seven Harry's George protected you because the death eaters would expect you to be with Fred, George got his ear blown off because he was protecting you.

After the wedding got ambushed you ended up going with the golden trio, Fred tried to go after you but Charlie stoped him I'm fear for his brother.

You spent most of the time listing to the radio with Ron, making sure George or Fred's name isn't mentioned.

During the battle of Hogwarts the twins didn't leave your side.

“you okay freddie? Y/n?” George asked.

“I'm scared” you admitted. Fred pulled you to his side and held you while George held your free hand. “I won't let anything hurt you”

When things got really heated during the battle you got separated from the two, you and George ended up meeting up in what used to be the charms room.

You started to panic when you didn't see Fred. “Wait, where's fred”

George couldn't stop you and ran in search for him, before you could even register what was happening Fred shielded you from a killing curse.

Even if your brother won the battle you lost the love of your life, you didn't really want to see anyone except George and even that hurt... Looking at his face and seeing the same eyes and freckles.

George promised if anything happens to Fred he'd make sure you'd be alright.

Super mega happy ending:

So if you chose this ending Fred didn't die, you guys got betten up but that's all.

A year later you guys got married and you worked as the care of magical creatures professor at the school, during the summer you worked with your husband and brother-in-law.

You had twins, a boy and a girl. Fred cried when he found out you'd he having twins.

George and Angelina were of course the god parents.

You are very protective of your kids, always making sure they're okay and on the anniversary of your parents death your twins sleep with you.

Your daughter is just like Fred, a total minnis in the best way possible, your son is the quieter one... Much like you and George.

Your twins joined the Quidditch team and got sorted into Gryffindor like every other Potter and Weasley.

You couldn't be more happy or proud of your family.

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oxydiane · 1 year

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The first time Harry unwraps a birthday present that doesn’t make him want to cry after uttering a tight lipped ‘thank you’ he is nine.

He is turning nine and not waking up in the cupboard under the stairs. He is turning nine and doesn’t have to watch over Dudley’s bacon on the stove and bite his lip as he watches Aunt Petunia scoop a much more abundant portion of eggs in his cousin’s plate. He is turning nine and the carefully wrapped box in front of him is much bigger than anything he had been allowed to keep in his cupboard.

Sirius Black sits in front of him, a nervous smile on his face.

It seemed to be a default for his godfather, Harry thinks. That’s the same nervous smile he had sported when he showed up at Privet Drive announcing he was taking Harry away.

Harry had hidden behind the door, then, quietly listening to Sirius explain his name had recently been cleared and he was Harry’s rightful guardian. He used a lot of big words, explaining carefully as if he had prepared a speech ahead, as if he had got ready for a fight.

He doesn’t need to fight anyone, the Dursleys are all-too-eager to give him away.

Harry packs all his belongings in record time, there hadn’t been much anyways, and he walks out of Privet Drive, number 4 hand in hand with his godfather.

He walks out of Privet Drive, number 4 for the last time and that had felt like a dream come true already.

‘So? Aren’t you going to open it?’ Sirius asks, pushing the gift towards Harry.

Harry nods. ‘Thank you.’

‘No need to thank me already, you haven’t even opened it,’

Harry blinks, confused. Aunt Petunia didn’t like it when he wouldn’t thank them for each thing he was given, from Dudley’s worn out socks to the broken clothes hanger he had unwrapped on his sixth birthday. But Sirius wasn’t Aunt Petunia.

He scratches the tape on the side of the box, careful not to ruin the wrapping,

A surprised sigh escapes his mouth when he sees what looks like a box of LEGOs. It was a big box too, and he knew LEGOs were expensive. But after a second look he realises that it had nothing to do with the bright red toys Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would buy Dudley, because the pictures on this box moved and bright gold letters spelled out ‘Build Your Own Quidditch Pitch!’

‘I didn’t really know what you’d like,’ Sirius speaks to fill in the silence, he scratches the back of his head with one hand looking rather bashful. ‘I know you probably don’t know much about Quidditch, but your dad loved it, so I thought—‘

‘My dad loved it?’ Harry bites his tongue when he realises he’s interrupted his godfather. He didn’t want him to be annoyed or mad at him but the mention of his dad, and to know what he loved—

‘Yeah, his room used to be full of these gimmicks,’ he says fondly and Harry breathes a sigh of relief, because Sirius wasn’t mad he had interrupted him.

He looks back down at the box, the golden letters and moving figures flying all over the cover. His dad used to love this? He was holding something that his dad used to love.

He doesn’t notice it, the way tears start welling up his eyes, at least not until Sirius stands up looking alarmed.

‘Shi— I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you don’t like this? It’s okay, we can go out and you can choose anything you want as a special birthday treat, okay? We can throw this away—‘

‘No!’ Harry is shocked by how loud his voice is. His arms wrap protectively around the big box on the table and he shakes his head violently. ‘I love it!’

Sirius seems to calm down at once, and Harry feels his hand gently rest against his head and twist his hair.

‘Alright, I’m happy you liked it, sprong,’

‘Loved it!’ Harry insists, eyes still wet.

‘I’m happy you loved it.’

Harry relishes in the soft touch, something he was still trying to get accustomed to.

He was nine years old, and he got a birthday present.

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marauderverse · 4 months

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With Love//F.W x Reader Pt.2

Summary: Y/n Dursley of number 4 Privet Drive hates her life. That was, of course, until the summer before grade 9, after an oddly charming redhead and his brothers helped her cousin escape. it was probably a good thing he forgot to return that key.

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The second time Y/n Dursley ever formally met Fred Weasley was the summer before year 12 when the Weasley family got stuck in her electric fireplace.

She had known they were coming; Harry had been babbling about the quidditch World Cup any chance he could since he got the letter from Ron.

Even though she had no idea what on God's green earth a Bludger, Quaffle or snitch was, she would happily listen to him go on and on about it.

“I am not wearing that,” She stated, placing a hand on her hip and glaring at her parents.

“But you must,’ her mother insisted, thrusting the ghastly dress in her direction.

It was a horrid shade of yellow, with frills and lace that made her eyes hurt.

“I would rather drink bleach and stick pins in my eyes than wear that,” she said, mustering up as much disdain in her voice as she possibly could before pushing past her mother.

Petunia let out a scournful gasp as her daughters words.

Y/n continued her way up the steps and to her room, which she stayed locked up in for the remainder of the evening. She hated it when her parents got like this.

What were they trying to prove?

Who were they trying to impress?

She huffed, flopping down onto her bed, teenage angst oozing from her annoyed frame.

She turned, opening her bedside drawer and fishing out the thick stack of letters shes collected over the past year. She unlopped the rubber band and began shuffling through the yellowing parchment.

She hadn’t intended on exchanging letters with Fred weasley as long as she did.

It started off with him simply returning the key to the cupboard under the stairs, and her sending him back a thank you note. Things seemed to just snowball after that.

He was fascinated by the prospect of muggle life and muggle school, and she the idea of growing up in an all magical family.

She had learned so much from the letters they exchanged. Things that harry would conveniently forget to tell her;

Like when all the bones in one of his arms disappeared, or how he can speak to snakes. Fred explained the intricacies of the wizarding school system, about the O.W.Ls and the N.E.W.Ts. in return she explained the muggle school system which wasn not unlike the wizarding one.

She complained about her crazy family and he complained about his brothers.

She knew he was coming to pick harry up tonight, along with his father, George and Ron.

She knew about his plans with his brother to open a wizard joke shop. He said that it was refreshing to talk to someone that wasn’t his twin about the shop. She loved receiving the letters from him everyother week, it was just about the only thing that kept her sane in this god forsaken house.

She was determined to get out of here as soon as she graduated highschool. Move away from Surrey and move to the heart of London. She’s always wanted to live in the city.

She was alerted to the presence of the Weasleys by a loud banging and crash, followed by screaming and yelling. She shoved the letters back into her draw, leaping up from the bed. Stopping to fix her hair in the mirror before leaving her room.

As she stepped out of her room she almost ran straight into someone.

“Careful,” he said, gently grabbing her forearm as to stop her from falling.

She looked up, grinning at the boy before her. It had been almost two full years since she had seen him face to face, save the passing looks they shared when she picked harry up from Kings Cross at the beginning of the summer.

“You seem to have an affinity for destroying my house,” She said, mind drawing blanks on really anything else to say.

He simply grinned, letting go of her arm.

“I don’t do it on purpose, i promise,” He said.

They seemed to stare at one another, neither knowing exactly what to say.

She noticed he was considerably taller than last time, his hair was longer and his jaw seemed stronger.

“Oi, stop flirting and come help me,” His brother called from Harry’s room.

She felt her face heat up at the insinuation, before looking away and making her way down the steps.

She stopped, not being able to stifle a slight laugh at the sight before her. The typically pristine living room was covered in broken drywall and chipped paint. Her family covered in the white powder, tarnishing thier nicest sunday suits.

"Ah, this is your other cousin, is it, Harry?" said Mr. Weasley, turning to face the girl in the door frame.

"Yep," said Harry, "that's Y/n" He and Ron exchanged glances and then quickly looked away from each other; it seemed they were sharing intelligence that y/n was not privy to.

She ignored the glare her parents were sending her.

She ignored the way her brother gasped as she grasped Mr. Weasley’s hand shook it. She exchanged a knowing smirk with her cousin at the look her father sent her.

"Having a good holiday, Y/n?" he said kindly.

“Yeah,” She sighed, “I Start mt GCSEs this year so you know,” She said vaguky.

“Right,” Mr. Weasley said slowly, turning to look at Harry for clarification.

“They’re like the muggle equivalent of O.W.Ls Mr. Weasley,” Harry explained.

“Ah yes,” He said, clapping his hands together in understanding “very important, my sons, Fred and George did their O.W.Ls last year, only three owls each can you believe that,” he said, exasperation evident.

“Oh my,” She said, unsure of what exactly that meant but certain it wasn’t great by the tone of his voice.

As though summoned by the mention of their names, Fred and George came back into the room carrying Harry's school trunk. They glanced around as they entered and spotted Dudley. Their faces cracked into identical evil grins.

"Ah, right," said Mr. Weasley. "Better get cracking then." He pushed up the sleeves of his robes and took out his wand.

y/n watched as the res of her family the drew back against the wall as one.

"Incendio!" said Mr. Weasley, pointing his wand at the hole in the wall behind him. Flames rose at once in the fireplace, crackling merrily as though they had been burning for hours. Mr. Weasley took a small drawstring bag from his pocket, untied it, took a pinch of the powder inside, and threw it onto the flames, which turned emerald green and roared higher than ever.

"Off you go then, Fred," said Mr. Weasley.

"Coming," said Fred. "Oh no - hang on -" A bag of sweets had spilled out of Fred's pocket and the contents were now rolling in every direction - big, fat toffees in brightly colored wrappers. Fred scrambled around, cramming them back into his pocket, then gave the Dursleys a cheery wave, stepped forward, and walked right into the fire, saying "the Burrow!"

Aunt Petunia gave a little shuddering gasp.

There was a whooshing sound, and Fred vanished.

"Right then, George," said Mr. Weasley, "you and the trunk." Harry helped George carry the trunk forward into the flames and turn it onto its end so that he could hold it better. Then, with a second whoosh, George had cried "the Burrow!" and vanished too.

"Ron, you next," said Mr. Weasley. "See you," said Ron brightly to the Dursleys. He grinned broadly at Harry, then stepped into the fire, shouted "the Burrow!" and disappeared.

Now Harry and Mr. Weasley alone remained.

"Well . . . 'bye then," Harry said to the Dursleys.

y/n moved forward, embracing her cousin.

“Be safe okay, don’t get yourself into too much trouble,” She said.

“I won’t,” He promised, although they both knew that was a lie.

“Don’t die and remember to write to me or I’ll go crazy,” she said, stepping away and breaking their embrace.

But as expected, Y/n was the only one to say goodbye to Harry, the rest of the dursleys didn't say anything at all. Harry moved toward the fire, but just as he reached the edge of the hearth, Mr. Weasley put out a hand and held him back. He was looking at the Dursleys in amazement.

"Harry said good-bye to you," he said. "Didn't you hear him?"

"It doesn't matter," Harry muttered to Mr. Weasley. "Honestly, I don't care."

Mr. Weasley did not remove his hand from Harry's shoulder.

"You aren't going to see your nephew till next summer," he said to her father in mild indignation. "Surely you're going to say good-bye?"

Her father’s face worked furiously. The idea of being taught consideration by a man who had just blasted away half his living room wall seemed to be causing him intense suffering.

But Mr. Weasley's wand was still in his hand, and she could see the unease in her fathers face as he eyed it suspiciously, before he said, very resentfully,

"Good-bye, then."

"See you," said Harry, putting one foot forward into the green flames,

At that same moment, however, a horrible gagging sound erupted behind him, and Aunt Petunia started to scream. Y/n wheeled around. Dudley was no longer standing behind their parents.

He was kneeling beside the coffee table, and he was gagging and sputtering on a foot-long, purple, slimy thing that was protruding from his mouth. One bewildered second later, she realized that the foot-long thing was Dudley's tongue - and that a brightly colored toffee wrapper lay on the floor before him.

their mother hurled herself onto the ground beside Dudley, seized the end of his swollen tongue, and attempted to wrench it out of his mouth; unsurprisingly, Dudley yelled and sputtered worse than ever, trying to fight her off.

Their father was bellowing and waving his arms around, and Mr. Weasley had to shout to make himself heard.

"Not to worry, I can sort him out!" he yelled, advancing on Dudley with his wand outstretched, but Petunia screamed worse than ever and threw herself on top of Dudley, shielding him from Mr. Weasley.

"No, really!" said Mr. Weasley desperately. "It's a simple process it was the toffee - my son Fred - real practical joker - but it's only an Engorgement Charm - at least, I think it is - please, I can correct it -" But far from being reassured, her family seemed to became more panic- stricken; Petunia was sobbing hysterically, tugging Dudley's tongue as though determined to rip it out; Dudley appeared to be suffocating under the combined pressure of his mother and his tongue; andtheir father, who had lost control completely, seized a china figure from on top of the sideboard and threw it very hard at Mr Weasley, who ducked, causing the ornament to shatter in the blasted fireplace.

"Now really!" said Mr Weasley angrily, brandishing his wand. "I'm trying to help!"

“Dad, let him help,” Y/n shouted back, ducking out of the way of another china ornament.

“You stay out of this, child!” He called.

She turned to Mr Weasley, an apologetic look on her face.

It was another five minutes of this back and forth. More China being smashed, and more and more tears and screams before they finally relented and allowed Mr Weasley to help Dudley.

As soon as his tongue was back to normal, her family stepped out of the room, muttering about ‘these people.

“I’m sorry about that, my dear,” He said, flicking his want and repairing the broken ornaments.

“No, don’t be; it’s incredibly entertaining for me. I should be the one apologising. I’m sure you know already, but my family is kind of crazy,”

“Well, it was nice meeting you; Harry speaks very highly of you,” he said.

“Really? Well, it’s good to know he doesn’t think I’m crazy,” She laughed lightly.

She watched as Mr Weasly stepped into the flame, repairing the wall and electric fireplace. A muffled ‘the Burrow!” Could hear a loud whoosh, and he was gone.

#fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley #harry potter imagine #harry potter fandom #harry potter

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insomniacirl · 2 months

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Thinking about the sibling dynamics within the Marauders era- in canon and/or fanon (and the spot that's kind of in-between yknow)- thinking about Lily and Petunia and the strain magic put on there relationship and how horrible growing up without your sister at your side must've been, the wound that was punctured between them, the death of their parents, the growing pains.

Thinking about how the Marauders were all only children, barring Sirius- who had one of the most interesting sibling dynamics with his younger brother out of all of them. The younger brother who he left behind in the house that was killing them both, the younger brother who was their mother's 'good boy', the younger brother who fell onto the opposite side of the war that Sirius was fighting so hard to keep everybody he loved alive in. Sirius was Regulus' understanding of magic, Sirius was the protector- until he wasn't. And then he was the survivor and Reg was all alone. Sirius hates himself for still loving his younger brother, because he knows what side he chose- but he died before he could understand that Reg had followed in his footsteps and sacrificed his life to save them. To save the light and the magic his older brother had held, starry eyed for so long. The peace Regulus had seen in his hands and gaped at in awe, when he was young, when his brother was the closest he knew to something holy.

And the Black sisters, their cousins- one mad, one chained to a husband she didn't want and the last an escape artist just like Sirius. The girls were just as strictly disciplined as the brothers- but they were together. Sisters have to be pulled apart by the hair, nails, hips and teeth before they stop clinging to one another- but they learnt in that house how to survive alone in very different ways. Andromeda and her escapism, holding her head underwater until she can't breathe anymore and then tearing away to find air. Bellatrix and her laughter to drown out all the other noise, the cruelty that came like second nature, the constant awareness- the way she'd flinch. Narcissa, who's safety lay in discipline, back straight, chin up, no blinking. Flight, fight and freeze.

This is such a ramble it makes like zero sense but I have so many thoughts about them- AND THE WAY THAT JAMES FALLS INTO THE BROTHER ROLE SO EASILY??? I'm insane over them, sorry- anyways.

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Okay but Perunia, Vernon, Dudley, and Harry with Dursley!Reader who receives their own acceptance letter to Hogwarts??

Maybe the Reader is the younger cousin to Harry, being the only one in the family who has ever treated Harry like a human being and is good to him, standing up for him whenever their brother or parents berate him or torment him. Really they’re the closest thing to a sibling he ever had, making them the only good thing about being at Privet Drive. Heck, they even offered up to share their room with Harry so that he wouldn’t have to be in the cupboard under the stairs anymore. They’re also the only one who has given him birthday presents and little treats to make up for a birthday cake. Or they convince Petunia to help them or at least let them make Harry a birthday cake, even if it’s just a little birthday cupcake.

Given that the Reader is younger than Harry, maybe one or two years at least, he would have already been accepted to and in attendance at Hogwarts himself by the time they got their letter. Imagine his excitement at the fact that his favorite cousin is magical like him and that they’ve been accepted to come to school with him. He’s overcome with giddiness while the Dursley’s are reeling in their worst nightmare coming true.

Sure, there were some magical abnormal occurrences that took place when regarding the Reader but it couldn’t have been magic. It was NOT magical whatsoever! At least that’s what Petunia and Vernon stand by, but in reality they’ve been in complete denial about the fact that one of their children is just like Harry. It would honestly be a similar reaction to when Harry got his first letter and trying to hide the Reader/runaway with them so the letters couldn’t find or follow them. But Harry wouldn’t let that happen, he’s going to get his cousin to Hogwarts one way or another.

I definitely feel like Petunia would be conflicted. This is her child after all, her baby and they’ve ended up being just like her late sister. She feels terrible even thinking of turning her back on her own child but they aren’t ‘normal’ anymore. She may even feel some of that old jealousy that she held towards Lily when she turned out to be magical creeping it’s way back into her. But how could she be jealous and resentful of her own child? It’s not their fault! If anything this was all Lily’s doing from the grave to ruin something that Petunia held dearest. But Petunia wouldn’t allow this new development to ruin her relationship with her child. No, she would be there for them. Vernon on the other hand may need some coming around to. Dudley wouldn’t even know what to do, yet what to even think about the situation.

Imagine the Dursley’s and Harry taking the Reader shopping for their school supplies. Harry is happily dragging the Reader around everywhere they need to go for their supplies, their list in his hand as he does so. Meanwhile, Petunia, Vernon and Dursley are all trying to keep up behind them as they’re overwhelmed with so much abnormality and oddities surrounding them. Harry enjoys every second of it. But what he enjoys the most is the look of awe and amazement in the Reader’s eyes at everything around them.

Petunia would be extremely emotional when it came to the Reader leaving on the Hogwarts Express. She wouldn’t be able to contain herself. Everything she’d been holding in would come out in that moment as she tightly holds on to her child before they have to leave her for awhile. Vernon and Dudley are probably out waiting for her in King’s Cross Station, Vernon not wanting to take that final step into the wizarding world by entering the magical gateway. Not to mention he would have totally broke down watching the magical train leave with the Reader and he wouldn’t want Petunia or Dudley to witness that.

Harry would be on the edge of his seat when the Reader is getting sorted. He hopes and prays that they end up with him in Gryffindor but he would support them ending up in any other house. Even if it were Slytherin but he hoped they wouldn’t end up there. No matter what Harry would support and protect his cousin, especially if Draco were to make them his new target to bully. Harry will throw hands without hesitation and rearrange Draco’s ferret face if he said or did anything to his cousin. Not to mention the Reader would have Ron, Hermione, the rest of the Weasley’s and a good majority of the Gryffindor House to back them up and look out for them too.

Also, the Weasley’s totally adopt the Reader into their family and they get their very own special Weasley sweater. Molly adores them, especially since Harry’s spoken so highly and positively about them out of the family he has left. Honestly, they’re they only one of of his muggle family that he speaks about at all.

Imagine one of the Slytherin purebloods falling for and becoming yandere for Dursley!Reader and Petunia, Vernon, Dudley and Harry having to deal with that. Like, imagine Pansy Parkinson or Blaise Zambini showing up randomly at the Dursley’s house or something just wanting to see the Reader/be close to them and getting to witness what these muggles are really like. One visit, most likely only a few minutes in and the romantic!yandere already decides that yeah I need to get my darling away from these people.

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stop-ugly · 7 months

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✨HEADCANONS✨

Harry loves his adoptive fathers very much, but he also knows everything about his real parents. There are pictures of Lily and James in every room.

Harry spent his childhood with rock music.

As soon as the next new model of a children's broom appears in stores, Sirius tries to buy it for Harry right away. Remus does not approve of such actions and believes that Sirius spoils his godson.

Quite early, Harry begins to show the character inherited from...... Lily. Sirius pretends to groan that there are two bores in this house now.

Sirius still spends every full moon with Remus, and Harry stays with his aunt Andromeda.

At first, Remus continued to look for work, but he was refused everywhere because of lycanthropy. In the end, Sirius got tired of it, and he forced his husband to stay at home, because, thanks to the inheritance of the Potters and Blacks, they do not need money.

Every Halloween, Remus, Sirius and Harry go to the Potter's grave.

Once wolfstar tried to come to Dursleys. They wanted Harry to meet his cousin. Petunia and Vernon turned out to be homophobic as well as wizard-hating. And Dudley was a spoiled bully. Harry didn't want to go back to that house.

In this universe, Harry does not try to hide his scar, because Sirius diligently teaches his husband and son that you should never be ashamed of yourself.

One day, Harry tells Remus and Sirius that he would like to have a brother or sister. And before Remus can start a Conversation™, Sirius interrupts him: "Harry, you may not have noticed, but we're gay."

Harry is a Gryffindor.

Remus had instilled in Harry a love of reading.

Harry feels comfortable in both the magical and muggle worlds.

In fact, Harry's character remains the same, but, thanks to supportive parents, he does not have that low self-esteem, hero syndrome and a huge sense of duty to the magical world. And he is no longer so easy to manipulate.

He also wants to become an animagus, but Remus insists that Sirius can only begin training Harry when he is at least 14 years old.

Harry is still great at Quidditch, but now he doesn't end up in the hospital wing after every match.

Harry has detentions much more often than in the canon, thanks to the love of pranks and adventures inherited from Sirius.

And yeah, in this universe, he's much more in touch with the Weasley twins. Although his best friends are still Hermione and Ron.

Harry is VERY cheeky.

Severus hates Harry even more than in the canon because of the character traits of Remus and Sirius. It's mutual.

Do you know what Hogwarts lacks? THE PARENT-TEACHER CONFERENCES.

I can see Severus scolding Harry in front of all the other parents, and Sirius is instantly furious and expresses doubt about the potion master, who can't make himself a shampoo.

Sirius thinks there's no point in coming up with new jokes when the old is still gold. AND HE'S SERIOUS.

One day after a parent-teacher conference Lucius is very rude about Sirius and Remus ' relationship. Narcissa leads her husband away, giving Wolfstar an apologetic look. Sirius is not offended, but he comes to the next conference in a rainbow-colored robe.

Remus was wearing a bisexual badge.

Dumbledore liked it.

Lucius sat red-faced throughout the conference, and as soon as it was over, he apparated away. Narcissa just laughed and suggested that her brother should have dinner together sometime.

When Hermione's passion for protecting the rights of magical creatures wakes up, Harry suddenly becomes interested too and inundates her with questions about possible solutions to the problems of werewolves.

Hermione puts two and two together, and the next time she sees Remus, she notifies him of her guess, and also expresses her full support. Remus was embarrassed but pleased.

When Harry came out to his adoptive parents as a bisexual, Sirius exclaimed happily, raising his hands in the air: "WE'RE GOING TO THE PRIDE!!"

Sirius presents himself as Casanova and the king of flirting, but when Harry needs love advice, he ALWAYS goes to Remus.

When Harry has a crush on Draco, Sirius wonders who exactly he inherited his love for the nasty Slytherins: Lily or James?

There's no way Harry's been cleaning up school shit all these years on his own. No, Harry has fathers, and they won't leave him. Never ever.

#i posted it before but as a reblog of my own art so no one actually saw #so i decided to try again without changing anything #so it's an old text yeah #but i still like it #harry potter #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar #jily #lily evans #james potter #marauders

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whinlatter · 1 year

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think (harry/ginny) | a microfic

day 13 of @hinnymicrofic | prompt: think

He showers quick, tries to scrub the train off him. Snorts at the sight of Vernon’s large bottle of hair-thickening shampoo. Having stared at his uncle’s head all the way back from London, he reckons Vernon’s due a refund.

There's some lurid deodorant of Dudley's - hair gel, too, looks cheap and shit. He feels a stab of pity for whichever poor girl his cousin’s trying to scrub up for these days. Dudley trying to pull, he thinks with a laugh, Christ. But thoughts of pulling lead to thoughts of girls, which lead, inevitably, to thoughts of Ginny.

He shoves the hair gel back on the shelf. Adds Dudley pulling to the don’t think about it list he’d started making on the train, somewhere around the Cumbrian border, when Ron had offered him a Caramel Kappa, Ginny’s favourite, and he’d wanted to throw up all over the chess board.

The Dursleys had waited all of two seconds after he’d slammed the car boot shut before speeding off to dinner at some miserable gastropub off the M3. Suits him fine, wants to be alone. He stabs a fork through the plastic film of his ready-meal, makes sure to puncture the yellow reduced sticker Petunia's left on for his benefit, and watches the bright white of the mashed potato atop the shepherd’s pie whirling around in the microwave.

You know, it’s made from real shepherd, he’d said to Ginny once. That’s such a dad joke, she’d said, and he’d said I wouldn’t know and she’d said Potter you get one dead dad joke a day and you already used today’s up at breakfast. Shepherd’s pie is on the don’t think about it list, then, he thinks, just before he burns his fingers sliding the ready meal onto a tray. Probably best add cottage pie, too, same idea. Maybe all savoury pies, play it safe.

He flops down on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table, eats straight from the hot plastic as he flicks through channels. The nine o'clock news is all budget this, Hong Kong that, Tim Henman out at Wimbledon. The nine o’clock news is not Dumbledore's dead, Snape murdered him, there’s a war on, Harry Potter's dropped out of school to go hunt bits of Voldemort's dismembered soul.

Dropped out of school, he thinks. Scandalous, delinquent. What d'you reckon? he asks the Ginny in his head. Harry Potter, troubled dropout? Do anything for you? The Ginny in his head laughs. It’d be fun if she were here, he thinks, curled up next to him on this ugly sofa, taking the piss out of Petunia’s cushion covers and Dudley’s wrestling trophies. Imagines taking her up to his bedroom, pointing out the lamp Dobby whacked himself around the head with. But then the Ginny in his head looks at him and says I never really gave up on you and I knew this would happen in the end, and it all bursts, shatters into a hundred dusty pieces.

He chucks the rest of the meal in the bin, adds dropping out of school to the stupid list. Might as well add the budget, Hong Kong and Tim Henman, why not.

Turns off the telly, goes upstairs and lies on his bed, fully-clothed, staring up at the ceiling, because on the walk from the living room to his bedroom the list has expanded to include his trunk (train, Hogwarts, Ginny), his jumper (still smells a bit like her on the left arm, pathetic), and Hedwig (how does it feel knowing your owl prefers me, Potter?).

He stares out of the window for a while, eyes next door's new extension, which sort of works - ugly nothing suburbia - until he remembers the twins and Ron at the window in a flying Ford Anglia, zooming him off to the Burrow where a little red headed girl is blushing and sticking her elbow in the butter dish and god, this really is shit, isn't it, they weren't lying. She knew then, of course she did. He's never been good at thinking of nothing, has he, and he's thought about her as he falls asleep every day since about October, so what chance does he have now?

He's dreading the dreams the most, knows they'll be unbearable. Almost hopes he dreams of lockets and green light and dead headmasters. Can't be worse than bright brown eyes, freckles on a bottom lip (how do you even get freckles on your bottom lip, Gin? Don't be jealous of my freckles, Potter, just because your skin's so boring), the smell of her hair (what do you mean my hair smells? What is that supposed to mean? Why are you laughing?) and the sound of her laugh and her gasps and the sound of her breathing, soft, lying beside him under the cloak on the lakeshore. Looking down under the table at dinner, seeing her thigh next to his on the bench, hand on his knee, body drawn to his, magnets, magic.

When he wakes groggily the next day - crick in his neck, still in his jeans - his first thought is: he's overslept. He’s missed Ginny on her way down to breakfast, going to be late for Potions, fucked it.

But no, of course not. There’s no Ginny, no breakfast, no Potions. Might still have fucked it, though, who's to say. Don't, he tells himself, as he heads for the bathroom to scrub the night off him, just don't think about it.

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Broken Souls - Severus Snape

Pairing: Severus Snape x Soulmate!Reader

When Harry Potter was four years old, Dudley Dursley demanded a sibling. A sister to be precise. Petunia and Vernon immediately fell in love with the idea of a daughter to spoil as much as their perfect son and headed off to the orphanage, Dudley in tow. And while Dudley got a new sister that day, Harry got a cousin that didn’t treat him like shit.

Then in one of life’s great ironies, shortly after your sixth birthday (which was the day before Harry’s) you proved to be just as much of a ‘freak’ as your cousin when Dudley wouldn’t stop picking on Harry. Your hands fisted at your sides and your brother found himself suddenly twenty feet away as you screamed at him to stop.

Of course, your new family refused to believe that you had been the cause and blamed poor Harry even when you told them it was you. When one too many unexplained things occurred when he wasn’t around, they were forced to admit the truth. You, their baby girl, their sissy, were a ‘freak’. When your so-called parents tried to treat you with the same level of love and affection they showed their nephew, Dudley forbade it. You were still his sissy even if you had caught Harry’s freakishness. And wasn’t that a fantastic theory? Harry was to blame for it all. As such, it only made sense that he pay the price for your freakishness.

It was no surprise then that by the time the two of you received your Hogwarts’ letters that Harry hated you almost as much as the rest of your family. All in all, it made life rather lonely. Even when you came to Hogwarts, Harry immediately became part of the trio while you remained a loner. Then in your second year Luna Lovegood joined you in Ravenclaw and the two of you became instant friends.

At the beginning of your fourth year, Harry had been particularly nasty to you one afternoon. His hatred of the fact you’d spent most of your summer with the Lovegoods’ seeping into his sharp words. As usual, you said nothing in response, simply standing there and taking his abuse. Suddenly, Harry’s tirade cut off and a heavy hand fell on your shoulder.

“Twenty-five points from Gryffindor for verbally attacking another student, Potter.” Professor Snape’s rumbling deep voice eased some of the tension from your shoulders. Potions was your favorite class and you’d always liked the prickly professor for some reason. “Fifteen more for your language.”

Harry glared and his mouth twisted as he prepared to argue, but Hermione tugging on his arm stopped him. Giving you one last nasty look, he turned and stomped away.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Thank you, professor.” Your voice was soft, barely there as you tried desperately not to give into the threatening tears.

He made a sound of agreement before squeezing your shoulder gently. “Come with me, Ms. Dursley.” He left his hand on your shoulder and steered you to his office in the dungeons. Once you’d made it inside, he led you to chair. “Sit. Are you comfortable with me shutting the door?”

You nodded your head. “Of course, professor.” Not only did you trust the man implicitly, there were wards on the castle that immediately alerted the headmaster if a student should be attacked. Not that they seemed to do much good half the time, you admitted to yourself.

As he took the seat behind his desk, a tea service appeared and he poured you a cup before passing it over for you to prepare it to your taste. “Now, explain to me, Ms. Dursley, where this animosity between you and Harry Potter comes from.”

That was the first of many meetings you would have with Severus Snape over the years. At first they were infrequent, once a month or so but by the time you returned to Hogwarts for your fifth year, it had become a weekly occurrence. Now you were three weeks into your final year and you were avoiding Severus like the plague. He was bound to notice, of course he was. He wasn’t an idiot. But you had no idea how to go about having the conversation you needed to have with him.

While your seventeenth birthday had brought the expected magical maturity, it had also brought an unexpected creature inheritance. It had taken the rest of the summer for you to learn how to hide your ears and tail. Just as you thought everything was going to be fine, school resumed and it took exactly one half of a potions class to realize Severus Snape was your mate. Merlin. Sometimes you swore Magic hated you.

He should have come to the same conclusion when you did, if not before, but he’d said nothing to you about it. Maybe he wanted to ignore it, to pretend you weren’t his mate. The thought hurt more than you thought it would.

You were cleaning up at the end of another potions lab when the professor passed by your desk. “Remain after class, Ms. Dursley.”

You sucked in a breath and his heady scent swamped your senses. “Of course, professor.”

Once the room emptied, Severus headed toward his office as he motioned you to follow. He didn’t spare a glance in your direction. You sat in your usual chair and watched him prepare your tea the way you liked it. It was only after he leaned back in his seat with his own cup that his gaze met yours.

“Now, why are you avoiding me?” That smooth, sultry voice wrapped around you offering a comfort you didn’t realize you needed.

You coughed a little on your drink and shook your head. Your cheeks heated as you denied his words. “I’m not.”

He snorted. “Bullocks.”

You crinkled your nose in distaste at the expression which made him smile ever so briefly. You sighed and sat your cup on the edge of his desk. “Do you really not know?”

His brows lifted at that. It was obvious he had no idea what you were referring to.

Your hands tangled together in your lap as you cleared your throat. You tore your gaze from him as you revealed your cat ears and tail. He came to stand beside you in the long stretch of silence that followed. “May I?” he asked quietly.

You nodded in agreement though you weren’t entirely sure what he was asking permission for. That question was answered when his long fingers ran over the tips of your ears. They twitched beneath his touch. In a swirl of robes, he was back in his seat and you risked a glance at him. There was nothing but curiosity in his gaze. You bit your lip, drawing his gaze before he met your eyes again.

“Neko?”

“Shadow neko,” you corrected.

He sucked in a breath in surprise. “Those are incredibly rare.”

The corner of your lips lifted slightly at the awed tone. “I’m aware.”

“What did Gringotts say?”

You leaned back in your seat and crossed your legs. This wasn’t a discussion you wished to have with him. With anyone. Eventually, yes, but not when you were still coming to grips with it yourself. “Those tests are incredibly expensive. Well beyond the ten pounds in my pocket.” The only way you had even been able to attend Hogwarts had been through their fund for indigent students.

His brow furrowed. “Why didn’t you say? I would have paid for it. You need only ask.”

Your cheeks heated again. “You know why.” You were too proud to beg or even ask for help from a friend. It was a trait shared with the professor so you knew he’d understand.

“Very well,” he agreed after a moment. “None of this explains why you are avoiding me, however.”

You took a deep breath and dug up the little Gryffindor bravado you kept buried under your Ravenclaw smarts. “You’re my mate.”

If you hadn’t been watching when you said the words you would have missed the brief flash of warm hope in his eyes. As fast as it came, it was gone to be replaced with cold hatred. Your chest grew tight and your stomach sank.

“Get out.” His voice was so soft you barely heard it.

Fear flooded through you. He couldn’t reject you. He just couldn’t. You had anticipated him being unhappy. After all, you were student even if you were of age. And you were just you. There was nothing special about you. But the two of you had the greatest conversations. You got along well. You had thought – hoped – he liked you at least a portion of how much you liked him.

“Sever—”

“It’s professor, Ms. Dursley. Now, get out.”

You were frozen in your shock. “But, professor, I don’t understand. Please.” You hated the plea in your voice, the tremor in your hands.

“I had a mate and lost her many years ago the same night your idiot cousin somehow survived.” He gave you a moment to process his words. It couldn’t be true. He was your mate. You knew he was. Your head spun in confusion.

He fisted his hands on the desk and pushed himself to his feet to scowl down at you. “I thought better of you than to resort to such cruelty. I am unsure what you hoped to gain other than your own entertainment at my pain at being reminded. I feel no connection to you. No bond. At this moment I can’t even say I like you. In fact, I wouldn’t be your mate for all the galleons in Gringotts after this little stunt.”

With that, he swept from the room, obviously too impatient to wait for you to leave. You sucked breaths into your tight chest hoping for some relief. Hot tears flowed down your cheeks and dripped into your lap as a sob wracked your body. You stumbled to your feet and into a shadowy corner of his office. With a thought you found yourself in your room where you immediately collapsed on the bed and cried yourself to sleep.

In the days that followed you became another specter in a castle full of them. Your quiet figure would move from class to class, keeping yourself pressed against the walls as you went doing your best to stay out of the way. Luna stayed your constant companion but you didn’t seem to be talking to her either. You sat at the table during meals but pushed the food around on the plate, eating the minimum required to keep you functioning.

After a week you no longer bothered to conceal your ears and tail. It took so much energy. So much more than you could spare. Your scent also changed to the sweet scent of an unmated submissive to signal to alphas you were available. Not that you would pick any of them. Snape may be certain you weren’t his mate, but he was yours. Your neko wanted no one else. Would accept no one else.

You were on your way to class when you found yourself surrounded by five Gryffindors. Two of them were alphas but you couldn’t place any of them. You didn’t care enough to. One of the alphas stepped closer while his friends hemmed you in. “Hello, little neko.”

You curled in on yourself even more than usual. Your shoulders hunched in an effort to make you seem smaller than you already were and your arms wrapped around your waist. “Hello. Please move. I’ll be late to class.”

“Oh, you’ve got plenty of time. Don’t be like that. We just want to get to know you.” He kept his voice sweet, coaxing but the vibes you picked up from him were anything but nice.

When you ignored him and tried to push past, he grabbed one of your wrists and tugged you into him. You pushed against him, but his grip was too firm. “Let go.”

Before he could respond, a deep voice interrupted. “I believe she told you to release her.” Severus Snape to the rescue.

The boy immediately released you and took a step back, his hands up in a gesture of faux innocence.

“Twenty points from Gryffindor for harassing another student. A submissive at that. Each.” They groaned but dare not say anything as Snape would only make it worse. “And a week’s detention with Filch. Two for you, Thomas. Go.”

The boys scattered as you wrapped your arms back around yourself. You kept your back turned to the professor, unable to look at him.

“You must know that as much as the use of magic in the halls is frowned upon, you are allowed to defend yourself,” he finally said.

You gave a nod though you still didn’t face him. “Yes, sir.”

“Next time I expect you to do so.”

“Yes, sir.” You hurried off then, needing to get to your class and away from the man that already haunted your every moment.

In your potions class that afternoon, you kept your head down and focused on your brewing. The potion, while complex, was one you had brewed before. Professor Snape moved through the students, checking their work and lecturing when needed. He came to stand by your desk and you did your best to ignore him until he’d been there for several minutes without saying anything. “Can I help you, sir?”

“What. Is. This?” he bit out as he tugged back the sleeve of your robe to reveal the dark bruising around your wrist from your earlier encounter.

Your face heated as you covered the mark. “It’s from before. It’s fine.”

“It is not fine.” He swept away from you in a twirl of his robes. “Detention tonight, Ms. Dursley. Immediately after supper.”

“Yes, sir.”

At the end of the class, Severus’ gaze followed you as you left the room. He was still furious that you’d been injured to the point of bruising. His reaction was out of proportion to the injury. He knew that but couldn’t seem to do anything about it. It was taking everything in him to not track down Dean Thomas and teach him a lesson about how to treat a submissive. Especially one as precious as you.

The potions master groaned and dropped his head into his hands. He hadn’t lied when he told you that he felt no bond with you. There was no connection there. There couldn’t be. While some creatures may get the opportunity for another mate should the first die, Vampires weren’t one of them. One life mate for the longest lived species of them all. Oh, the irony. Of course, once the bond was complete, one mate wouldn’t outlive the other anyway, their lives and souls intertwined completely.

He had been less than truthful about his feelings for you, however. He’d always had a soft spot for you from the moment you first walked into his class. As you grew and changed, so did his feelings for you. For a time, he’d thought about pursuing you after you left the school but then you’d turned out to have an inheritance which meant you had a mate. He wouldn’t rob you of that. He couldn’t be that selfish. Not with you.

When you’d told him that he was your mate, he’d had a brief moment of happiness before he remembered that was a possibility that was taken from him many years ago. You weren’t the first student that thought it would be amusing to tell the dungeon bat he was their mate. Ha, isn’t that funny? But you…Merlin, that had hurt more than he thought possible. At the very least, he’d imagined the two of you were friends. But friends weren’t cruel to one another. The didn’t play with one another’s feelings.

He sighed and cast a quick tempus realizing he’d been brooding longer than he intended. Realizing the meal was nearly over, Severus requested a light dinner from a house elf. Once he’d finished eating and started brewing a batch of pepper-up potions for the infirmary, he realized you were late.

Leaving the potion under a stasis spell, he started for Ravenclaw tower. He was interrupted by the arrival of Dumbledore’s patronus summoning him for a meeting. He clenched his jaw in irritation but headed for the old man’s office. He arrived to find the other three head of houses but no headmaster. Severus rolled his eyes. Albus would be late for his own meeting.

He shifted his gaze to the diminutive Charms master. “Filius, one of your eagles failed to show for detention.”

Flitwick frowned. “Who?”

Severus crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. He didn’t wish for you to be in trouble with your head of house, but he was concerned for your wellbeing after the incidents of the day. “Dursley.”

“Ah, just who we’re all here to discuss. Thank you for bringing her up, Severus,” Albus said as he swept into the room and took his seat. “Lemon drop?” he offered and everyone shook their heads.

The Ravenclaw head of house bounced in his seat a little. “What about Ms. Dursley?”

Albus hummed. “Ms. Dursley has left Hogwarts for the time being. Hopefully she will return before winter break.”

There was a stunned silence until McGonagall broke it. “Left? What do you mean she left? It’s her NEWTs year, Albus.”

He folded his hands together on his desk and peered over the top of his glasses. “I am aware, Minerva. However, it was brought to my attention by a concerned classmate that Ms. Dursley’s mate has rejected her. As she is a submissive neko, you are all aware of the issues this can cause. Myself and Ms. Pomfrey felt it in her best interest for her to take some time to recuperate.”

Severus snorted in disbelief.

Albus arched a brow. “Is there a problem, my boy?”

“Ms. Dursley is operating under the mistaken belief that I am her mate.”

“Are you certain you aren’t?” Pomona Sprout asked.

“Of course, I’m certain. Do you think I would risk refusing her if I wasn’t?” Really, did his colleagues think so little of him?

“Severus Snape, what did you do to that girl?” Minerva snapped at him, but Severus didn’t answer her.

His attention was currently locked on the old man behind his desk. The one who winced when Severus said he was certain. The man who now wore a look that was a cross between shame and calculation. Albus pursed his lips and stared at his desk rather than meet anyone’s gaze.

“What did you do?” Severus asked. His voice was low but lethal.

Dumbledore’s eyes jerked up to meet the potion master’s. “Now, my boy, you must realize that I was only trying to help.”

“What did you do?” he asked again, drawing the words out this time.

The headmaster licked his lips nervously. “You have to understand that you were so distraught by the time I found you after the attack. I did what I thought best.”

“Albus,” Minerva said with a sour expression, “answer the bloody question.”

Severus gave her a nod of thanks before turning his attention back to Dumbledore.

Albus sighed. “I placed a block on your mate bond.”

Everyone in the room was deathly silent as they stared at the man in fervent disbelief.

He rushed to explain himself. “You were devastated after Samhain. Weeks passed and you were barely functioning. I thought if I blocked the link so you couldn’t feel it, it would ease some of your pain. And it did. You weren’t yourself, but you were so much better.”

“My mate died! Of course I was devastated. I had every right! You had no right to take my grief from me. No right.” Severus had never felt more disgusted at this old coot than he did at that moment.

The other three heads of house made noises of surprise. “Lily was your mate?” Sprout asked.

He closed his eyes and shook his head before looking back at them. “No. Cassiopea Lestrange. Bella and Rodo’s daughter. Aurors attacked and burnt the cottage they were living in the same night the Potters died. Cassie was a babe. She was in her crib on the top floor, right where the fire started. They couldn’t get to her. It’s why they attacked the Longbottoms. They were part of the raid that killed their only child.”

Albus winced and dread filled Severus. He didn’t want to ask but he had to know. “What?”

The headmaster cringed and curled in on himself as he tried to hide. “We couldn’t allow the child to grow up on the Dark side. For the greater good, she couldn’t be allowed to remain in that house.”

Snape staggered back as a feeling of absolute betrayal swamped him. “You ordered them to kill my mate?”

Albus’ brows shot up and he held his hands up. “No, of course not, my boy.”

“I think you better explain, Albus,” Filius stated with a furrowed brow. None of them were liking what they were hearing from their headmaster.

The old man sighed again. “Alice and Frank were working with the order. They took the child to a safe location and started the fire to make the Dark believe she was dead. Unfortunately, they were driven insane before they told anyone where they placed the girl.”

Severus’ knees went weak and he fell into a chair some conjured up beneath him. His hands trembled as he felt true hope for the first time since he’d lost his mate. “Are you telling me she’s been alive this whole time? She’s been alive and alone for sixteen years?”

“Initially I believed your grief to be for Lily Potter. It was much later when I discovered your mate was someone else. By then, it had been much too long. There was no hope of finding the child. I felt it was better to allow you to continue to believe she was completely beyond your reach.”

Tears fell from onyx eyes. “That wasn’t your choice to make.”

“You would have obsessed over her,” Albus argued. “You had other matters you needed to focus on. It was for the greater good.”

Snape snarled. “Fuck you and your greater good, old man. I’m not your puppet anymore. I quit. And get this bloody block off of me.”

“My boy—”

He shoved himself back to his feet. “I am not your boy. Remove it or so help me I will have you up on charges with the Ministry and the vampire council for interfering with a mate bond.”

Albus’ sigh was completely defeated. “Of course.” He moved his wand in a complex pattern and muttered several phrases in Latin. After a moment, Severus suddenly felt lighter, freer. Whole. Even if he could feel that annoying persistent ache telling him his mate was too far away. But that meant she was alive. Alive and very much his. Merlin, he was going to kill this old fool.

“Where is she?” he asked.

Dumbledore furrowed his brow. “I told you, we don’t know.”

Severus rolled his eyes. “Dursley.”

“She went home.”

He shook his head immediately. “She wouldn’t. She hates it there.”

“Perhaps Miss Lovegood would know,” Filius suggested. “I’ll ask her and get back to you as soon as possible.”

“Thank you.” And in a flash, Severus was gone, using his enhanced speed to take him to his rooms. He wished to be packed and out of Hogwarts as soon as possible.

He was surprised to find your best friend sitting on the floor outside of his office. “Miss Lovegood?”

She gave him a dreamy smile as she got to her feet. “Hello, Professor. Or should I not call you that any longer?”

He had long ago ceased questioning how the blonde knew the things she did. “Where is she?”

Luna tilted her head and looked him over. Her eyes shone with a clarity she rarely possessed. “Why?”

“Please.” His voice broke with the word. He couldn’t explain this to her. Couldn’t get out the words through the knowledge that he may have irrevocably injured his mate. He just needed to find you. To confirm you were who he now thought you to be. He couldn’t let another day go by without you in his arms.

She hummed and shrugged. “She went home.”

He shook his head. “She wouldn’t return to the Dursleys.”

“That was never her home.”

“Your place then?” It had to be. There was nowhere else for her to go.

She gave another soft smile and shook her head. “She’s always welcome but daddy’s in South Africa looking for whumplesnuffles.”

Snape blinked. What in Merlin was a whumplesnuffle? “Then where?” He sounded desperate, he knew it, but he didn’t care.

“Daddy was most curious when her creature inheritance came through. Took her to Gringotts himself.”

His brow furrowed. “She told me she hadn’t been tested.”

“Did she?” she said before heading down the hallway. Severus could only watch her go as he tried to recall the conversation with you in his office but the exact words escaped him. Damn it. He huffed a breath and entered his rooms to pack. He had no desire to return here if he didn’t have to.

Mere hours had passed when Severus found himself standing in front of the gate to Lestrange manor. He hesitated, staring at the once familiar home. It had always been overly large in his opinion. Of course, Bella had thought so too. That’s why the family had been living in their cottage rather than here with Rodo’s father. Severus shook the thought away.

He hoped this is what Luna had been trying to tell him. That you were his Cassie and you’d come home. But what if he was wrong? That’s why he hesitated. What if you weren’t her? What if he never found her? But why else would you claim to be his mate? It was the only thing that made sense.

After taking a deep breath for courage, he laid his hand against the gates. Evidently, he was still keyed into the wards as the gate silently swung open to admit him. He made his way to the door which opened as he neared it. A familiar looking house elf watched him with a tilt of its head. “What cans Mopsy bes doings for you, Mr. Snapsey man?”

The corner of Severus’ mouth twitched. “Hello, Mopsy. I am hoping your mistress made her way home. I need to see her.”

The elf’s eyes narrowed. “They said Mistress Cassie was dead. Hows she come home if she dead?”

He hummed in agreement. “That is what they said. Is she here?”

“I thinks you better come in. Youse not well thinking dead peoples be here.” With that she stepped back to allow him in the house. “Youse waits here.” The elf disappeared with a pop.

Severus closed his eyes and tipped his head back with a groan. Mopsy hadn’t explicitly stated you weren’t here, but it wasn’t looking good. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Maybe you were just another student and his mate would be forever lost to him.

“Why are you here, professor?” Your soft, sweet voice startled him from his contemplation.

His eyes flew open and his spine straightened. He looked you over from top to bottom. How was it you looked so much worse than you had even that afternoon? His heart ached at the knowledge that he was the cause of your unhealthy appearance. But now that you were here in front of him, there was no question that you were his mate, his Cassie.

When the silence stretched, you wrapped your arms across your stomach and hunched your shoulders as if that could protect you from the world around you. Protect you from this man in particular. You kept your gaze turned from him, not wanting to see that look of hatred and sadness he seemed to don whenever you were around lately. And it would probably be worse as he’d obviously been sent to “fix” you.

You rolled your eyes at the thought and took a step back. “There’s no reason for you to be here, professor. I assure you, I will be fine in time. You can return to your duties.”

“Wait,” he said, his voice sharp, quick.

You jerked your head up in surprise and met his gaze. You couldn’t place the emotion on his face as he gave you a crooked smile. “Why?” you asked with a tilt of your head. If he was feeling guilty, you didn’t want to hear it. You had no interest in making him feel better when you still felt like shit.

He ran a hand through his hair and took a step toward you. When you made to move again, he held his hands up in a placating gesture. “Why did you tell me you hadn’t been tested?”

“I didn’t. I merely stated that the tests were expensive. Xeno paid when he realized what sort of creature I was. I wasn’t exactly thrilled to discover who my parents were. As if Harry needed another reason to hate me.” You shrugged and turned to head toward the sitting room. Severus could either follow you or not. When you arrived you made a beeline for the small bar at the side of the room and poured yourself a healthy serving of Dragon Brandy. “Help yourself,” you told Snape as you took a seat.

He lifted the bottle you’d used and sniffed it. He nodded in appreciation and poured himself a glass before sitting in the chair across from you. His tongue traced his bottom lip as he studied you for a moment. “You had to know I wouldn’t care about your parentage.”

“I had a feeling you wouldn’t and I intended to tell you after we’d dealt with the issue of you being my mate, and…well, you know how that went. Why are you here, Sev—professor?”

He shook his head. “Not professor. Not anymore. I tendered my immediate resignation.”

You arched a brow at that. You knew he hated his job but were surprised he’d leave it so abruptly. “Why?”

Severus took a deep breath and licked his lips before launching into the story of his mate and Dumbledore’s unwanted, bumbling interference. You were horrified by the time he finished.

“You thought me dead for fifteen years?” You’d been suffering thinking he’d rejected you but you couldn’t fathom thinking he was gone forever. The heartbreak you would feel.

“Sixteen.” His voice nearly broke and he cleared his throat. “It’s been sixteen years.”

He crossed the room in long strides and knelt in front of you, taking your hand in his. “When you told me that I was your mate, I had a brief moment of happiness before I realized it was impossible. My mate was gone. And as much as I might wish for you to be her, I thought it impossible. If I could chose anyone to be tied to for eternity it would be you.”

He lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist before laying your hand against his cheek and closing his eyes. “I am so sorry for the things I said. For not finding you all those years ago. I can only hope to make it up to you.”

You studied him for a long moment. “You hurt me, Severus.”

He winced as if the words physically pained him. “I know.”

You lifted your free hand to cradle his face. “Don’t do it again.”

Then your lips found his. You smiled against his mouth as pure euphoria flooded through you. If there had been any lingering question as to your identity it was long gone. There was no doubt you were the potion master’s mate.

With the connection between you affirmed, all the broken pieces of your heart settled back into place. It was still tender, still fragile, but for the first time since his rejection, you believed it could be healed. Severus deepened the kiss as he pulled you from the chair and into his arms. A moment later he was sitting on the floor with you straddling his thighs as the two of you desperately tried to get closer.

Finally, you pulled back and rested your forehead against his. “You can’t hurt me again, Sev. Not like that. I won’t survive it a second time. I thought I’d lost you before I’d even had you.”

He leaned back and lifted your chin so you were looking in his eyes. “I will cherish you every day for the rest of our lives. Just love me and I will give you everything you desire.”

You grinned. “The only thing I need is you. Just you.”

He kissed you again, short and sweet. “And you have me, body and soul.”

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Harmony Summertime Madness Prompt Spotlight! ~ 💖 Finding Your Soulmate!

Prompt:

In the magical world, you find things your soulmate loses.

Harry has always find little pieces of notes and study guides, occasionally books would turn up in strange places. He didn't realize what it meant until he went to the magical world and found out that magic always brought lost things to their soulmate.

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Harry Potter who lived at Number 4 Privet Drive in the cupboard under the stairs with his atrociously behaved relatives was unique for many reasons. Strange things happened to him even when he tried his best to behave. Sometimes things moved through the air around him or disappeared or in one memorable instance, his hair reappeared after he was given a really bad haircut.

Some of the strange things stayed on his mind longer than others though. The appearance of items around him that he had no memory of getting. His first memory of it happening, although the memories may have been influenced by his Aunt Petunia’s ranting was finding the perfectly fluffy stuffed orange kitten under his bed.

It had been so soft and huggable. Harry’s clothes and bedding were cast-offs from his cousin and the fabrics were usually thin and worn by the time he used them. So the small plush orange kitten had been a treasure. Even as young as he had been then he knew as soon as he held it to his chest that his aunt and uncle would take it away if they knew.

Harry would limit the time he allowed himself to touch it, only pulling it out when he absolutely needed it, or to be with him while he celebrated his birthday. Which of course had been the downfall of the kitten, who he had never named.

Dudley had heard him singing his birthday song and flung open the little door letting out a yell of triumph when he found Harry clutching the small plush. His Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had interrogated him thoroughly on where he had stolen it from, refusing to believe he had found it under his small bed.

They had thrown it in the trash and locked him in the cupboard for a week. He still missed that kitten sometimes. But he had found other things, small things where they shouldn’t be such as a bookmark covered with Perwinkle flowers. Of course, Harry hadn’t known what they were called and had to investigate quite secretively at his school library to figure it out.

It didn’t make sense for it to be there, under his pillow. His aunt, uncle, and cousin were definitely not readers, although his Aunt Petunia was named after a flower he knew. He had thought very briefly of asking her but didn’t want to risk getting accused of stealing again so kept silent on the topic, carefully tucking the bookmark away.

The next item had been a shiny red button found in his shoe. The button was unusual and heavy as if it was made from some type of stone, and not just a regular old button like the kind that were always missing from his shirts and jackets. It was harder for Harry to figure out what the button was made of, and he looked at books about rocks and stones for ages trying to place it.

When he turned eleven something happened that made everything else in his life make sense. He wasn’t just a normal boy, he was a wizard– and his parents had been wizards too! His magic had been making itself known all those years getting him into trouble. How strange that his magic had given him such little items though the years though. Tentatively while out with the giant of a man who had revealed everything and gotten him his first birthday cake he asked, “Hagrid?”

“Yeh?” The giant looked down on him with the perpetually kind expression that he hadn’t shown at all to the Dursleys.

“Some things I can figure out why my magic did things. Like when it helped me regrow my hair. But sometimes it did strange things! Like why would my magic bring me buttons and bookmarks and things?”

Hagrid frowned thoughtfully. “Did you need a bookmark or button?”

“Well… I suppose? I mean I guess those are useful things and I was always missing buttons…”

“See! When you get to Hogwarts you’ll learn all about it! Don’t worry!”

Harry smiled up at him. “Yeah okay.”

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With a disgruntled sigh, Hermione Granger pulled a mashed-up Quidditch magazine from her satchel. Why would Ron have given her this? Boys were so weird.

She snatched the offending magazine out and stomped down to where Ron and Harry were busy being not busy playing exploding snap with Seamus and Neville. “Ron! You left your magazine in my stuff! Why would you even put it there? You two are always losing your stuff and leaving me to find it—”

“I lose my stuff properly! When it's gone – it's gone.” Ron boasted, strangely prideful of the fact. “It’s always Harry’s stuff! Get on him!”

Harry looked up from the game with a sheepish smile, Hermione was always finding his things, and he swore he didn’t put them where she found them! He looked at the familiar magazine he had misplaced the week earlier. “Sorry. Yes, that’s mine!”

Hermione softened a little at that handing him the magazine. “Okay, well, be careful with your things okay?”

“Sure Hermione, thanks.” He smiled at her.

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Harry reached blearily under his bed for his shoes, his eyes only half open since he was blind anyway without his glasses. His hand encountered something cool and round instead and he frowned as he grabbed it holding it close to his face with his left hand while his right reached for his glasses.

It was a perfume bottle. How weird. He looked around at the other boys in the dorm. It was obviously a girl’s perfume bottle, the color and design didn’t seem like something a boy would have – but then what would he know about it?

Looking around again to make sure no one else saw him he spritzed the bottle on his arm and sniffed cautiously.

Immediately the memory of the last time he had smelled that came to mind. It had been at the Yule Ball and he had been at the base of the stairs trying not to gape as Hermione glided down the steps looking very different than she usually did.

“You–you look beautiful.” He had sputtered trying not to sound like an idiot. Hermione had grinned at him and hugged him tight and he had smelled this perfume.

It was Hermione’s perfume bottle. How had it gotten under his bed?

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5th Year

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“I could be doing so much more than they let me— they are all too cautious—” Sirius groused as he followed Harry to his room at Grimmauld Place.

“You know the ministry is still corrupt. It’s would be dangerous if they catch you, plus I can’t wait until summer maybe we could do something together!” Harry bounced on his bed while Sirius stopped near his dresser fiddling with his things.

“Maybe your little friend will make us some more polyjuice potion,” Sirius suggested slyly. “I’d make sure she didn’t turn into a kitten this time.”

“Do not ever tell her I told you that,” Harry warned sternly. He had been a bit too excited with his correspondence to Sirius and telling him everything that happened in his life and some things he didn’t want repeated.

Sirius grinned. “Cross my heart and hope to die!”

Harry winced.

“Oh don’t be like that.” Sirius turned toward the dresser having spotted the strangest collection of things in a box. He picked up a heavy red button weighing it in his hand. “Carnelian.”

“What?” Harry got up seeing Sirius had picked up something. “Oh, those are my found things.”

“Your found things?”

Harry shrugged. “I think sometimes my magic makes things for me to find. Or I think that’s what I was told about it. Like accidental magic.”

Sirius frowned. “That doesn’t sound right. Who told you that?”

Harry scratched the back of his head. “Uh, Hagrid?”

“Right.” Sirius paused not commenting on the source of the information. “So tell me about these found things?”

Sirius watched as his godson talked about all the things in the keepsake box, his fingertips touching the items affectionately. The more Harry spoke, the more certainty and the happiness Sirius felt for Harry grew harder to contain as a smile spread across his face.

When Harry finally paused, holding the carnelian button, Sirius asked, “Harry has anyone ever talked to you about soulmates?”

Harry wrinkled his nose. “Uh no?”

“I don’t know about in the muggle world, but in the magical world soulmates exist. It’s very rare magic so it’s not often talked about.”

“Okay.” Harry drew out the word not sure what his godfather was getting at.

“Magic will tie two people together and it helps us find the person at the other end by giving us little clues.” Sirius tapped Harry’s hand. “If I’m right, that was something your soulmate lost and magic it brought it to you.”

Harry made a disbelieving sound. “No, I’m just — I don’t know things just appear near me. I always find Hermione’s stuff somehow too you know —”

“Hermione?”

“Yes like even once I found her earring in—” Harry trailed off meeting Sirius’ knowing gaze with wide eyes.

“Do you find anyone else’s things?”

“Not like that.” He whispered, clutching the red button harder. Soulmates? Harry dashed out of the room, running to the hall where Hermione was staying. “Hermione!” He pounded on her door to get her to open it.

The door flew open in seconds, Hermione looking around a bit panicked. “What! What? Are you okay? What’s happening?”

Harry held the button in her face. “Is this yours?”

Hermione went almost crossed-eyed at how close Harry held the small red thing to her face before she jerked back and snatched it out of his hand. “Really, Harry, if you’ve found something of mine you could have just given it—” She stopped looking at the button.

Harry didn’t know how he felt as he stared at Hermione inspecting the button, his heart was beating too fast and his entire body felt jittery like he was plugged into an electrical socket. “Hermione?”

“This is so bizarre,” Hermione said softly running her thumb over the button. “When I was nine my mother bought me this white sweater with the most beautiful little red buttons. It was my absolute favorite and I wore it all the time but once when we were out somehow I lost a button. How did you even…”

When Harry just stood there staring at her, Sirius decided to give another nudge. “Hermione, this may seem like a peculiar question… but did ever find strange things when you were younger?”

“Oh yes,” Hermione said absently still absorbed in trying to figure out how Harry had managed to find the button she had lost before she even met him. He found her things frequently but that was just because they were close friends… but this….

“Can you show us?” Sirius asked when Harry remained silent staring at her.

“Well, alot of it was strange stuff. Broken toys and socks with holes…” Hermione turned walking slowly to her bag. “There were some things I kept though.” She gave a small laugh. “I don’t know why I just couldn’t throw it away.” She reached into her bag pulling out a small toy soldier with a scratch across its eye.

Harry’s face lit up at the sight. “That was my favorite for ages!” He exclaimed reaching for the small toy. He had used to pretend it was his friend as they both had scars on their faces.

Hermione handed it over a little hesitantly. It had been with her so long even though it was Harry it still felt strange to let go of it. She turned the button around and around in her hand as she tried to figure out what it meant.

Sirius observed both children’s baffled expressions with barely suppressed glee. He didn’t think he had felt this happy for someone else since he had spent the whole day preventing Prongs from walking into walls after Lily said yes to marriage. With absolutely no tact he told them both, “Congratulations! You’re soulmates!” He paused thinking. “Although you should probably wait to get married until after we take care of this dark lord business.”

“What!” Harry and Hermione yelled in unison, clutching the lost things that magic had given to their soulmate.

Sirius held up his hands, a grin spreading across his face. “Oh well, maybe I can be persuaded for sooner, I’ve never met magical soulmates before, after all.”

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