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minawritesfanfic · 8 months

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Neville Longbottom x Reader

A flower and a fairy

Word Count: 3,700+

Summary: You start finding notes at your seat before class, each note has a floral scent and sweet words written in it. Each letter is sweeter than the last, it just has you dying to find out who they’re from.

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Class droned on like usual, I always found it hard to focus in Divination. The room had a way of lulling you to sleep and it didn’t help that it took an Olympic workout just to get to the classroom. Plus Professor Trelawney talked on and on with her words going in one ear and straight out the other, It was just hard to stay attentive when I had more important or well interesting things to focus on, like my secret admirer, or Gardenia as he likes to call himself.

Our interactions started roughly a month ago, at first it was simple notes going back and forth. Gardenia would leave a note on my seat before class and inside would be a silly or interesting plant fact, and in return, I’d leave the note where I found it with either a fact of my own or a silly drawing sometimes relevant to the fact. Just a silly light-hearted back and forth between two strangers but eventually it grew a bit more intimate, two weeks ago I received my first poem from them. It was beautifully written and even now I find myself rereading it sometimes, and I definitely do not keep it with me in my pocket. I just happened to have it with me today, my hand crept over to it and I silently recalled the poem.

In gardens where courage takes its bloom, my heart whispers secrets, no longer in the gloom. A shy Gardenia, thriving in the sun, with feelings it wishes to let come undone.

In the garden, there was also a dazzling fairy. Their smile is like magic and their laugh makes the flower’s heart rate erratic. But every word that the fairy speaks, is filled with a tender grace, captivating the flower's heart in a soothing embrace.

Like Gryffindor's lion, the flower's courage may rise, to face the unknown, and eventually to meet the fairy's enchanting eyes. Yet still, the flower hides in the shade, not yet ready and very much afraid. Maybe one day when the moment is right, this flower will let his affection take flight.

For now, the flower waits between these carefully written lines, hoping that through these words his true intentions will shine. A flower who sees the wonders of the fairy albeit behind rosé tinted eyes, the flower cherishes the fairy every time they come by.

My fairy, my light, for you, my heart dances, both day and night. I can only hope that one day I might have my fairy by my side.

Like I said it was a beautifully written poem that honestly still tugs at my heartstrings weeks later, It was also the first letter that cued to me that this secret messenger had a crush on me. I was incredibly flustered when I first realized it, especially since I had been in a class like I was now. With a new letter that was unlike the ones, I’d received before.

Inside there was no poem, fact, or any of the usual ramblings of Gardenia. Instead, there was a riddle, I hadn’t gotten the chance to read it yet as today Professor Trelawney made today's lesson very interactive. I was just thankful that class was supposed to end soon, the curiosity had been eating away at me this entire time. I couldn’t help but wonder what made him send me a riddle, what the riddle was about, whether I would even be able to solve the riddle, and why now had he decided to send a riddle?

My prayers were answered when Professor Trelawney dismissed me, and as quickly as I could I left the class. I balanced my books in one hand as I pulled the letter out from my other pocket, quickly reading it as I walked the halls.

In pages bound, magic's whispers dwell, a tale untold, its secrets to unveil. Heroes and villains dance in its ink, a world of wonder, where dreams link. Find this book of legends and lore, in Hogwarts' library, it shall be restored.

It seems Gardenia was sending me on a treasure hunt to the library. I had an idea of which book he might be referring to but I couldn’t be sure until I got there. So I decided to go to the library since I had some time to spare. I was kind of excited and wondered what I would find in the library.

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So it turns out there are a lot of books that fit the description of the riddle, and I've gone through most of them. I groaned into my arms as I laid my head on the table, I don’t even know how long I’ve been in here at this point nor how many books I’ve gone through. Who knew that the library had so many books on the history of Hogwarts, certainly not me. I planned to wallow in my failure and let the curiosity eat me alive when a familiar voice called out my name.

“What’s got you in such a stifling mood?” Hermione asked as she stood over me, a curious expression played across her face.

“I just learned how much I hate riddles and scavenger hunts. Mostly because I seem to suck at them.” I said sitting up and letting out a heavy sigh, Hermoine just looked even more confused as she sat beside me setting her books down on the table.

“What are you talking about? Riddles, a scavenger hunt, what is going on?”

“It’s a long story but I have a secret admirer? Today they sent me this riddle,” I passed her the letter with the riddle on it. “I just can’t seem to find the book they’re hinting at.”

“Are these all the books you’ve tried so far?” She asked as she handed back the letter and gestured to the pile of books on the table beside me.

“Yeah, I checked all the pages but there’s nothing.”

“Of course, those are all generic history books. I think your admirer was referring to a history book that fixates on a specific event, like that incident at the Yule ball several years back.” I watched Hermione curiously as she walked away disappearing into the library.

She returned after a minute with a smaller book, unlike the others it was much newer and delicately taken care of. I opened the book up carefully and immediately on the first page was another letter, I took it out and showed Hermione. I set the book down and we read the next riddle together.

In Gryffindor's embrace, find a cozy space, where courage resides, in every chase.

Lion-hearted souls gather, warmth in the air, a heart of friendship, where memories are shared.

Seek the den of bravery, where heroes meet, unlock the secret, the common room's treat.

“I guess I’m going to the common room?”

Hermione walked with me to the common room, we talked as we walked which I really enjoyed. I wasn’t as close with her as Harry and Ron were so I rarely saw her most days, so small moments like this where we could talk for even just a few minutes meant a lot to me. But when Harry and Ron exited the common room she went off with them. I was a bit sad but waved her goodbye with a smile anyway and continued on my mission. It was probably best I solved the riddles on my own, if I could that is.

I walked into the common room as always it was warm and sunny inside, it always made me feel pleasant and sleepy. I looked around the common room and noticed three new things, a new plant on the table in the back, a new piece of wall tapestry, and a bowl of candy. I debated which to check first, the plant would make sense because of how often Gardenia mentions some type of plant. On the other hand, it can’t be a coincidence that there’s all of a sudden a bowl of candy in the common room.

I decided to check the plant first, it made the most sense and wasn’t bound by a coincidence. I walked over to the plant, small white flowers were poking out from between the brush of leaves. If I remember correctly these were gardenias, I felt more solid in my decision now. I spun the pot around carefully on the table, I was really thankful there was no one in the common room right now. I bet I look a bit odd over analyzing this potted plant, but there didn’t seem to be anything hidden in the leaves. I carefully picked it up and found a note card underneath it, I grabbed it and set the pot down.

The riddle you seek is not with me

I frowned and sighed but continued searching, I made my way to the bowl of candy. I grabbed one of them eating small round chocolate candy, when I bit into it a splash of caramel spilled into my mouth. That definitely soothes my mood, I picked up the bowl of candy but there was nothing underneath. It was a clear bowl so I looked at the bottom of it. And there was the note, I set it down and dug my hand into it grabbing the letter from the bottom.

I grabbed a few more of the chocolate candies I tried before and brought the note with me as I sat down, For the first time the outside had something written on it. I read it before opening it up and reading the contents inside.

Your last riddle

Where nature's bounty blooms and thrives, a verdant paradise, where life derives. Flowers of myriad hues leave so green, a sanctuary for plants, a gardener's dream. In the heart of greenery, love's whispering tune, Gardenia awaits, hoping to see the fairy soon.

I felt my heart beat a bit faster as I finished reading the riddle, my scavenger hunt all this time was to find gardenia. I had a hunch but now that the reality was right in front of me, I was starting to freak out. What would I even do when I got there, what would I say? What would they say? All it took was a single riddle to have me flustered, confused, excited, and terribly nervous.

Still, I found my feet moving on their own as I walked through the many hallways of the castle to the greenhouses. I tucked the riddle away and fiddled with the wrapper of unopened candy, anything to distract myself from how wildly my heart was beating in my chest. Which only raced harder once I stood outside the row of greenhouses, I felt my throat go dry and my hands get clammy. Most of the greenhouses were empty besides the plants that grew all over the inside of them, though I could just barely make out the figure of someone in one of the further greenhouses.

I don’t even know why I’m nervous, it's not like I’m the one about to confess or anything. Yet I still found myself hesitating to approach, I just stood there beside the greenhouse where Gardenia likely was. He was crouched down, likely tending to one of the lower plants, thankfully he couldn’t see from where I stood. He raised to his feet and moved to tend to another plant, though his back remained facing me. All I’ve managed to see of their face so far was slivers of a side profile, so it’s hard to tell who it is.

“Is there anything I can help you with dear?” I felt like my heart nearly burst out of my chest, I jerked my body around to find Professor Sprout behind me.

“I uhm well-“ I fumbled over my words glancing from her to the greenhouse trying to form even the semblance of a proper sentence, I took a deep breath and tried again. “I was told uhm to meet someone here…?”

“Someone, do you not know who dear? I think I know who you’re looking for, likely my student aid Longbottom.”

I thought for a moment before responding, I instantly recognized the name since I heard it during a few of my classes but then I realized Neville was one of Hermione’s friends, we’d talked a few times before albeit briefly. Though considering that he’s a student aid for the herbology teacher, the plant theme makes a lot of sense now. I felt my nerves calm slightly, for some reason having the name and face of this once mysterious admirer before our meeting calmed me somewhat.

“Yes, not someone but Neville. He told me to meet him here, I just hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Oh not at all, he should be finishing up soon. I’ll leave you to it then dear, I’ll be in my office if either of you needs me. Good luck.” I waved goodbye as she walked away, I let out a relieved sigh and turned back to the greenhouse.

Neville was no longer crouched down on the far side of the greenhouse, he moved to the other side and stood carefully spraying the leaves of a plant I couldn’t identify. Though I had a clearer view of his face now, he had a relaxed and content expression as he tended to the plants. It was kind of cool watching him work as he skillfully took care of the plants, I found myself in a sort of trance. Though I figured it was best I entered the greenhouse sooner rather than later.

I stepped up to the entrance opening the door carefully, As I stepped inside I again had a view of his back. Now that I was actually inside I had no idea what to do now, do I wait until he realizes I’m here do I say something? Though I was shaken from my thoughts when I watched him slip, I hissed and winced at the fall. He groaned on the floor, I stifled a laugh as I approached. Though my laughter came out freely when I managed to slip as well, apparently greenhouse floors are obnoxiously slippery.

I laughed as I lay on the floor eventually sitting up and turning to look at him, Neville looked over at me with a flurry of emotions on his face as well as a clear coat of red on his cheeks. He sat up quickly and just stared at me his mouth agape, and lips moving as he tried to formulate a sentence. I decided to speak first since it was clear he needed a moment.

“Hi, Neville or Gardenia was it? I definitely didn’t expect us to both tumble on our first meeting, I wish I had known the floors were this slippery.” I said with another laugh more nervous than before as I met his gaze, a coat of red on my cheeks as well.

“Hi…” Was all he said in response still thoroughly flustered I assumed, I felt bad for being comforted by his nervousness. It was just nice knowing it wasn’t just me.

“Hello,” I responded as I climbed up off the floor and offered him a hand. “Need a hand?” He looked from me to my hand before taking it.

I helped him up though we both faltered slightly, nearly slipping again. He mumbled out a quiet thank you as we stood there clutching onto each other trying not to fall again, Once he had his footing Neville pulled away. Now that there was some distance I could get a proper look at him, his face slightly pudgy matching his almost doe-like eyes and button nose, I smiled up at him breathlessly still feeling a bit nervous as well.

“I wasn’t sure that you would come.” He said quietly for a moment once he composed himself somewhat.

“Well, it’s not like you gave me any reason not to. Though I struggled a bit with that first riddle, so I almost couldn’t.” I said with a nervous laugh, which was starting to become a habit just to fill the slightly tense silence looming in the room.

“I’m sorry, I had help with that one. I’m not very good at riddles. I hope the rest were easier.”

“They were so much easier, I have a few questions though. Why gardenias and why a scavenger hunt?” He turned red again and avoided my gaze.

“Uhm well I guessed that you might like a scavenger hunt, I’m sorry if you don’t though. But I’ll answer your other question after you read this.” He pulled out another letter and handed it to me before his hands came together in front of him. He fiddled with his robe idly as I unfolded the letter.

Fairy, enchanting, and ethereal, in your presence, my heart's aurora unfurls. Your grace and light, a celestial glow, with every moment, my love for you grows.

In dreams and waking hours, you reside, a muse, a spark, someone I yearn to have by my side. Your laughter, a melody, so sweet and rare, it fills my world with joy beyond compare.

In your eyes, I find a universe's embrace, a magical connection, an infinite space. With trembling words, I must now confess, fairy, my heart beats for you, and no one else.

For in this realm of love, so pure and true, fairy, my soul finds solace in you. You shine brighter than any other, with a beautifully unique ethereal glow. There is only one thing that I wish to know, and it’s if you’ll be mine?

I just stood there staring at the last line, occasionally my eyes flicking up to other parts of the poem. My face was a clear shade of red again, I didn’t know what to say. I just read it over and over for a while, I could see Neville shifting nervously in front of me through my peripheral vision.

“Gardenias are most commonly known for their wonderfully scented and waxy white flowers, they symbolize a variety of things: trust, purity, clarity, peace, hope, or even renewal. In this case, though, they symbolize secret love. Though I also like that they can also say ‘you are lovely’…” He explained quietly, filling the silence with his voice, I finally looked up from the letter at him.

We just stared at each other, both unsure what to say. I had been slowly developing feelings for my secret admirer and now that he was in front of me confessing his feelings in the way we talked to each other before melted my heart. I just couldn’t find the words to express myself, I found my lips moving to speak like his had just a while earlier. That's when I got an idea, Actions speak louder than words right?

I tucked the letter away with the others and reached my hands out to cup his face, his face was warm and red. His eyes widen as he watches me carefully, partially confused and thoroughly flustered. I lean up towards him, our faces close, and I can feel and hear his breathing hitch.

“Can I kiss you..?” I didn’t know that his eyes could get any wider and I laughed again as he nodded his head yes.

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips gently against his, his lips were soft against mine. He practically stood there like a statue not moving as I kissed him but he did at least kiss back, his lips pressed against mine. His long hair tickled my forehead and the warmth of his cheeks spread through my hands to the rest of my body. Eventually, I pulled away and smiled at him, he was even redder than before with a big smile.

“I wasn’t sure how else to respond, but it’s a yes,” I said with a smile causing his smile to grow even wider than before, he pulled me into a hug.

We hugged for a while in the slightly foggy and damp greenhouse, both of our cheeks red as tomatoes in the garden. Neither of us said anything for a long while, we just held each other listening to the other’s breathing that filled the silent room. It was a quiet moment where we were surrounded by plants and love. Out of the time I’d spent here at Hogwarts, this moment had to be the most magical moment I’ve ever had.

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“You knew?! You cheeky bugger!” I said tossing some dry food at Hermoine who just laughed and blocked it.

“It wasn’t like I could tell you, that would’ve ruined all the fun!” She said picking up the food I threw at her and throwing it back. I caught it in my mouth chewing grumpily.

“Whateverrrr.”

I looked over at Neville who laughed and gave my hand a small squeeze under the table. Harry and Ron were at the table with us as well, We ended up hanging out all together at the Three Broomsticks Inn. I hadn’t really hung out with Harry and Ron much since they were always running off stealing Hermione from me, but they were Neville and Hermione’s friends so I had ample opportunity to hang out with them now. They were as troublesome as I heard, though they were still sweet guys who I could tell cared about their friends.

“Are we having a food fight?” Ron asked as he threw a fry at Hermione and Neville, I laughed watching the mini food fight.

“Cut it out, the barmaid is glaring at us!” Harry chastised quietly.

“Yeah, really mature Ron. Food fights are for children.” Hermione said in a playful but mocking tone.

“I’m still young, not quite yet an adult. So of course I’m doing kid things, and how come I’m the only one getting lectured here? I wasn’t even the first one to throw food!” He said with a huff gesturing to me.

“Well you’re the one who brought up a food fight, Ron, they weren’t trying to start a war with food unlike you.” Neville chimed in, I smiled at him thankful for the support.

“Thank you, Neville, I’m far too old for food fights now anyways.” Ron rolled his eyes at us all before eating another fry.

The banter was light-hearted and fun, which fit the warm cozy vibe of the inn. Unlike outside where it was cold and the windows were frosts over from the winter air. We all ate, drank, and talked for a long while enjoying each other's company. This was the most I had wholeheartedly laughed in a while, I could get used to hanging out with them all. I had expected things to be awkward but it was far from it, especially with Ron he was welcoming and friendly right out of the gate. Nudging Harry to do the same, he eventually opened up as well. It was just a really nice time and I couldn’t be happier surrounded by good company and a lovingly sweet boyfriend.

Eventually, we all parted ways, the trio heading off on some new adventure leaving Neville and me to enjoy each other’s company. We walked through the streets of Hogsmeade just peeking into the windows of the shops, there were a variety of trinkets and items displayed in them. We didn’t end up going into any of the shops though, just walking around aimlessly.

“I never did get to ask… but why fairy?

“What? Oh uhm well there was this time when I saw you outside the greenhouse by Hagrid’s hut, you were in the pumpkin patch and as I got closer I could see you interacting with the fairies. You looked so beautiful and smiled so brightly, I just couldn’t keep my eyes off you…” He said shyly as his cheeks turned red but he didn’t avert his eyes and stared intimately into my own.

I smiled up at him feeling my cheeks turn red as well, I squeezed his hand with a smile. “Ahh, that’s sweet though I’m a bit embarrassed. I hadn’t thought anyone saw that, let alone remembered it way after the fact.”

“Well I’m glad you worked up the courage too, I really do like you, Neville. A whole lot, I was honestly surprised you knew who I was beyond one of Hermione’s friends.”

“I could say the same thing, everyone only really thinks of Harry and Ron when they think of Hermione. They forget about side character friends like us it seems, though I kind of prefer not having all that spotlight. Everyone knows who you are, sounds frightening.” He shivered dramatically to emphasize his point, I nodded and laughed agreeing with his point.

“Frightening indeed, I prefer to be off in the limelight with you. That way I can do things like this without it ending up in the paper.” I stopped walking and pulled him towards me.

Like the day we met in the greenhouse I cupped his face and pulled him towards me, we kissed standing off to the side of the path. It was a bit chilly out and it had just started to snow. Neither of us had worn hats so snow started to pile up in our hair. Despite the coldness of the snowflakes trickling down onto our faces in liquid form we still stood their kissing, unlike the first time his hands had found their way onto my waist holding me tightly. As if he thought that if he let go I’d disappear like the melting snowflakes in his hair. After a few more moments we parted lips and he smiled a big dopey grin at me.

“We should probably head back to school, I wouldn’t be surprised if this were a snowstorm.” I nodded in agreement and we continued our walk now with a destination in mind.

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withlovesteve · 9 months

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Harry Potter Character Letters are back in stock!

If like me, you love to fully immerse yourself in your favourite fictional places - then I think you’ll love these.

Completely personalised and as detailed as you’d like, with no idea being too big or too small🤍

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enigmaticemperor · 1 year

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#21 You stole my heart but I’ll let you keep it

I've always been a sucker for Hinny writing letters during the war, just never to send them.

Written for @hinnyfest

Dear Gin,

I don’t know how to start this, and I know I don’t have the right, but I wish you were here. We have figured out the last piece of the puzzle, which is the mission Dumbledore left us, and it will all come to an end very soon. And I don’t believe it will end favourably for me, whatever the outcome.

I want you to know the days we spent together were some of the best of my life. It was like living someone else’s life. And I don’t mean just the blissful days after the Quidditch final. You talked to me about Sirius and helped me grieve the summer after the fifth. We would just sit together under our tree and talk about the Quidditch season, our quidditch games and everything else. I don’t remember a time when I laughed more than when you did that impression of Snape. And Trelawney. And Umbridge.

I remember brushing the hair out of my eyes and being awestruck at how your hair would shine a fiery red, orange, brown and gold all at the same in the sunlight. How your beautiful chocolate brown eyes would twinkle in mirth, and the corners of your lips would turn up ever so slightly. How your laugh would sound like nectar to my ears.

I even remember how you kicked some sense into me when I was brooding and how you helped me talk to Sirius under Umbridge’s nose. I should’ve known it right there when you handed me that Easter egg. We could’ve had much more time together. Months, years, maybe. What I’m trying to say is that you stole my heart, Gin, but I’ll let you keep it.

I hope you’ll find happiness and someone who treats you the way you deserve.

Yours,

Harry.

PS: I’m so proud of you for trying to steal the Gryffindor’s sword and restarting the DA, but I really hope you wouldn’t put yourself in danger like that.

Harry smoothed his hand over the letter, reading it one more time, hoping that Ginny was alright at Muriel’s. He placed it in his mokeskin purse, safe in the knowledge that it would never reach her.

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wizardingwondersemporium · 3 months

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No seriously don’t we all feel this way?

#harry potter #hogwarts houses #letters #gryffindor #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #explore #draco malfoy #hermione granger #ron weasley

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sincerelyyoursg · 10 months

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congratulations on 200 gabi!!

could i get ice coffee - send me your character and any scenario/au you can think of and I'll make a little moodboard :)

with ron & having a black cat gf?? 🫶🫶

thank u cora! i hope you like this <3

he's adorable <3 take care of urself baby!

gabi's 200 darlings! (summer's version)

#gabi's letters!#moots <3 #cora 🍯#gabi's 200 darlings!#ron weasley #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley x you

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ihsnamih · 2 years

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#harry potter #dumbledore #hogwarts #ron weasley #hermione granger #uncle vernon #snape #professor mcgonagall #professor flitwick #philosopher's stone #sorcerer's stone #hogwarts letter #1st september #Hagrid

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dramioneasks · 2 years

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Light Mark by TotallyTalia - E, 42 chapters, Words: 140,176 - No one has ever found the cure for Muggle Obliviation, but if anyone can do it, it's Hermione Granger. After five years of researching after work and using her status as a war heroine to gain access to Europe's most prestigious wizarding libraries, Hermione's hit a wall when it comes to her research. However, after running into Draco Malfoy one night in Muggle London, the path of Hermione's research takes a turn that she hadn't expected when she set out on this journey.

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digitalstardust · 1 year

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Christmas Special - Day 1: A Pot of Poinsettia

A pot of flowers stood at your doorstep. Red, blooming and gorgeous.

'Just like them', You thought, a subtle blush blooming across her cheeks.

They were beautiful and coincidentally matched your doormat. Your doormat was red, green and gold with checkered designs on it. It caught your eye whilst you were out shopping for Christmas decorations the other day and you had decided that it was going to become your new doormat.

You bent down to pick the pot up and fumbled for the keys to the door, desperately hoping that you hadn't dropped them somewhere. Relief washed over them when you pulled out the set of shining silver keys.

You pushed open the door and were immediately attacked with beautiful Christmas decorations. You grinned. It was exactly the effect they wanted the decorations to have. Although it's been a week since you hung them up, they never failed to set a smile on your face whenever you admired them.

Setting the pot on the table, you took off your heavy coat and hung it up behind the door.

'I wonder who brought this?' You pondered, going through all possibilities in your mind. In the end, you just gave up and hoped that it was your crush.

At the mere thought of your crush, your mouth widened into a smile. They were wonderful and beautiful and you fell for them years ago, back when the two of you were still in school. Although you weren't sure if they liked you back, you still held the tiniest hope in your heart that they did.

You picked up the Poinsettias to admire them again. They were beautiful, really, and you were pretty sure that they had been enchanted in some way or another. The petals seemed to glow and their strong color shone boldly.

A letter dropped out from the pot, much to your surprise.

"How did it even get there?" You muttered, turning the pot around to see if there was a hidden compartment anywhere. After five minutes of searching, you chalked it up to magic and opened the letter.

'To my dearest Y/N,

Did you like the Poinsettia? I hope you did. I was walking through the market the other day when I saw the flowers. They reminded me of you so I brought them as a gift.

Do you know what Poinsettia represent? You know, a long time ago, the ancient Aztecs considered them to be a symbol of purity, and somehow it has become the symbol for Christmas.

Every time I look at them, I am reminded of your soft smile and it makes me want to hug you like there's no tomorrow. I treasure our memories at school together more than anything. I love you more than the sun and the moon combined, and every thought of you makes me smile brighter than every star in the sky.

Even though you might not like me back, Merlin's beard I hope you do, I wish that I can have this Christmas to tell you just how much I care for you, starting with the pot of Poinsettia.

Love,

Santa'

You couldn't help but laugh. Santa? The one and only Santa Claus, or Saint Nicholas? It was quite obvious that they put a ton of effort into hiding their identity and in your opinion, it was quite effective.

You chuckled and put the letter in the drawer of your nightstand. Little did you know, many more notes were about to come.

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FINALLY! MY FIRST SHORT FIC IS DONE(well not my first one but the first one in the Christmas Specials and the first one on this account)

How was it? Please comment and I stand by what I said: If you have any ideas PLEASE TELL ME and I will try to include them in the following specials!

Don't forget to comment, like and reblog! It helps a lot for authors starting out like us!

Love,

👑EV👑

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hogwartscomfortletters · 2 years

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Hello! Requests for letters from your comfort HP characters are now open!

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wellpresseddaisy · 2 years

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Letters from Petunia

Part 6

"Shouldn't we go back to make sure Hermione's all right?" Harry stopped for a moment. The dining room had gone much too quiet.

"Mum said the best thing to do when Hermione got so mifty was just let her have some time. She needs to…I dunno…rework her ten-year plan." Ron explained. "She'll feel better after she uses up tons of parchment."

"Well, yes, but…" Harry started and stopped, sighing.

They went through the cased opening into the dining room and confronted quite the sight. Aunt Petunia, at the far end of the room, spoke quietly with a group of goblins, Dudley shadowing her. Mrs. Weasley, with Ginny and the twins beside her, kept up a running diatribe about houses with minds of their own. Professor Snape stood just beyond the doorway, clearly fuming. Harry didn't think he'd ever seen the man so incensed.

"Potter." He spat.

"Yes, sir?" Harry asked politely. "I don't think there's anything I've done in the last ten minutes, other than deal with Kreacher. Er, tea in the upstairs drawing room in thirty minutes, Mrs. Weasley." He added.

The Weasleys looked between Aunt Petunia and Professor Snape and decamped for the drawing room.

Harry wished he could go with them.

"What is your explanation for this." He thrust up his left sleeve, showing an arm bare of the Dark Mark.

"I don't have one. I mean," Harry spoke quickly, the dark look on Snape's face spurring him to explanation. "My forehead sort of exploded and so did Kreacher's cupboard and he said something evil was in it…"

"And?"

"Well, maybe the family magic doesn't like evil things?" Harry tried. It was the only thing he could come up with. "Don't know what it was in the cupboard, but we know my scar was up to something."

Snape mouthed 'doesn't like evil things' while looking like he thought he'd wasted his entire teaching career

"Could be healing." Ron mused. "Looked at all of those things as…as a blight, or something. Family magic is wretchedly touchy, 'specially on transfer."

"Ron knows more about family magic stuff than I do." Harry shrugged.

Snape pinched the bridge of his nose and obviously stamped hard on his fury. "I am currently a spy, Potter. What can I not do if I am no longer marked?"

"Er, yeah." Harry agreed. "It isn't as if I did it on purpose, Professor. It's done something to Hermione's ten-year plan, too. Sorry you got caught in…this." He gestured at everything in general.

"Magic goes all cattywumpus around Harry, sometimes." Ron added, trying to help. "You sort of have to go with it."

Snape opened his mouth, paused, and just closed it again, shaking his head. He looked a bit like he was just really seeing them for the first time.

"I'll call the headmaster and see what he thinks." He snapped.

"You'll have a place here, sir." Harry didn't know where the words came from. "House Black did you an injury, even if the magic didn't know it, and House Black will make it right."

Snape blinked at him.

"I thank you." He replied gravely. "Is there a Floo I might use? The kitchen is currently closed to anyone not your house elf."

"Er, we'll find one?" Harry scratched his nose. "I think she's just a bit annoyed that she was left on intruder mode for so long. Kreacher, do you have just a minute?"

Kreacher popped into the room wearing a miniature apron. "Yes, your Grace?"

"I'm very sorry to bother you when you're busy, but is there a Floo connection available anywhere?" Harry asked.

Kreacher brightened a bit at anyone noticing he was busy. He cocked his head, thinking a moment. "In the old Potions laboratory in the basement. Mistress sealed the room, so you will need to unseal it. Go through the baize door, down the stairs, and all the way back "

Harry blinked as Kreacher popped back out. "He certainly sounds better. Didn't think most elves had such good grammar. Ron, you coming?"

"Why is Weasley joining us?" Snape asked.

"Er, he promised the disembodied spirit of the Black Family ancestors and the Black Family Magic, that he'd um, walk the path with me and be as my brother. Right Ron?"

"Yeah." Ron agreed. "So we start right now. Hermione's locked up in the library, but she promised to, er, order his world and protect family knowledge for future generations, so I think we're both on the right track.

The three of them set off, Snape having been rendered speechless for a moment. Really, having worked at Hogwarts he ought to have been used to much weirder things than this.

The stairs weren't hard to find since they were just past the kitchen (through the door that wouldn't open for Mrs. Weasley). As they went into the basement, wall sconces flared to life, lighting the way. Harry patted the nearest wall and murmured his thanks. It seemed the thing to do.

With the sconces lighting the way, finding the old lab was easy enough. Harry paused at the door, waiting for inspiration. A film of magic slicked over it, oily and dark. He really didn't want to touch it.

"Don't suppose you could just clear that off?" He asked the nearest wall.

Snape sighed, loudly, and wondered, not quite under his breath, if Granger held all of their brain cells.

The door, disappointingly, remained magic-slicked. Harry reached forward and willed himself to put a hand flat against the door panel. He felt his magic well around him, surging to meet the foreign power.

"The Head of House Black commands you open." He didn't recognize his own voice. "You and your magic are not welcome here. Toujours Pur, Walburga. You failed to honor the family motto. You polluted your own magic. Your time in power is done."

The slick, oily barrier tried to climb his arm, but Harry held firm. Instinctively, he called to the Black family magic. Warm and bright, like one of the candles in the Great Hall, it rushed about him, subsuming Walburga's with a bright flare.

"Hnh." Ron muttered. "Expected that to be, y'know, more. Good light show, though."

Snape sighed behind them.

"Just, hang on a minute." Harry, not quite trusting that it could be that easy (because his life didn't work that way), looked about for a stick.

There was a broom helpfully leaning in the nearest corner. He took it up and carefully poked at the door. It swung open, sconces lighting inside. Harry waved the broom in the doorway. When nothing happened, he tried his hand.

"Think it's clear. Er, Professor Snape has express permission to be here and I'm pretty sure this'll wind up being his lab. Just…make sure you let him up when he's done." Harry told the ceiling.

He led the way into the lab, followed by Ron and Snape. Once it seemed clear no one would die a horrible, lingering death, he tugged Ron's sleeve.

"We'll just leave you to your call, Professor." He said, and backed out of the room. He thought, perhaps, Professor Snape was a bit like Hermione.

#letters from petunia #hp society/the ton #hp the season au #hp the season/the ton au #harry potter #severus snape #ron weasley

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whinlatter · 1 year

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chapter three of beasts coming very soon out now!

would you like some vibes? 🌙⚡️🌧️🌑 💭 📝🐺🌛

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art credits: stroke of a pen drawing by ronald bolofsky | vitruvian werewolf by k-zlovetch | the daily prophet by nathanthenerd

#get ready for love letters sleepless nights flashbacks and a new feathered friend #girls goin back to school & goin thru it #clues and easter eggs (with tiny snitches)#beasts #ginny weasley #harry potter #hinny #hermione granger #ron weasley #romione #remus lupin #postwar #post-DH #vibe check

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kaz2y5baby · 2 years

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#harry potter fandom #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #harry ron hermione #hedwig #letters #professor mcgonagall #albus dumbledore #hogwarts #ministry of magic

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toothfa-1-ry · 8 months

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DRACO MALFOY IS A LOSER (in the best way possible)

Draco Malfoy is always portrayed as such a confident, cocky and arrogant way but I DISAGREE

My Draco Malfoy is a loser agenda is never going down.

The same Draco Malfoy who makes sure that you eat something before class but he's too busy making sure you eat that he sometimes forgets to eat

The same Draco Malfoy who would try braiding your hair (but fails miserably)

The same Draco Malfoy who you caught watching hair tutorials at 4 am in the morning

The same Draco Malfoy who says that he doesn't want to watch muggle movies with you because "it's so boring" but watches them anyways and ends up quoting them everytime

"that green scarf looks so fetch on you babe"

"what?!"

"sooo fetch!"

The same Draco Malfoy who thinks that your dying whenever you catch cold

*coughs*

"oh my god are you dying?"

"what no- Draco I just have a-" you cough again

"oh my god your dying"

The same Draco Malfoy who doesn't like anyone touching his hair but if it's you he doesn't mind

The same Draco Malfoy who believes that he should be in a loreal ad after you showed him one in your rectangle glowing box (your phone)

The same Draco Malfoy pretends to hate it when you force him to do skincare but secretly he loves it

The same Draco Malfoy who was caught writing a love letter to you at 5 am in morning by Matteo and Theodore (they always make fun of him now)

The same Draco Malfoy who asks Pansy what he should wear to your date 5 hours before the actual date

The same Draco Malfoy who (tried) asking you the muggle pick up lines he heard Ron saying to Hermione

"is you dad a baker? Cause your such a pumpkin pie- I mean apple pie- wait? Pecan pie?"

The same Draco Malfoy thinks that green apples are superior to red apples for the sole reason that they are green

The same Draco Malfoy who had to be hyped up by all his friends for 5 hours straight in his 3rd year just for him to go and say hi to you and then run away.

The same Draco Malfoy who had to be (again) hyped up by all his friends for 2 days straight just to ask you to be his Yule ball date

The same Draco Malfoy who lip syncs to Mariah Carey in his dorm

The same Draco Malfoy who once challenged Blaise to a duel in his 2nd year except he never showed up (apparently he overslept)

The same Draco Malfoy who apolagized to you when you guys kisses for the first time, apparently it was his first time too

The same Draco Malfoy who would secretly listen to you and Pansy gossip and then later ask you what you guys were talking about

"what do you mean Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter kissed?!"

"yea..infront of Ron too"

"what!!"

The same Draco who would ask you to kiss him goodnight every night or else you might have bad dreams

"kissing me goodnight is like your lucky charm y/n"

"suree babe"

#hogwarts #harry potter #Harry potter x reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #hogwarts imagine #harry potter imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy fanfic #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy fluff #slytherin #slytherin boys #harry potter fluff

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bloopy-writes · 2 months

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Weasley family headcanons cuz why not

Percy was the first person to find out Fred and George were serious about opening a joke shop because he saw them struggling to understand legal documents the common room. He never told their parents but he did sit with them and explain what they would need and they always took his advice even when they stopped talking to him

Charlie’s favorite little sibling is Ron and Ron sends the most letters to Charlie

Mr Weasley used to reserve special days once a month to take Ginny out and do whatever she wanted for a day

Fred and George only play the most pranks on Percy because they know he doesn’t actually hate it. And late at night he comes by and gives them tips or fixes spells for them. He’s their favorite brother but no one can tell.

Ron and Ginny tried baking once to surprise Mrs Weasley but almost made the oven explode

Ginny accidentally turned bill bald when she was a toddler and he told her to go to bed. He still holds a grudge over that.

Bill and Charlie and Percy meet up once a month as adults to keep each other updated about life.

Mr and Mrs Weasley are both amazing at dancing and unfortunately all their kids suck at it

One time in his first year Fred broke his ankle racing George to the dining hall. Percy gave him a piggyback ride to the hospital wing. Years later Fred returned the favor when Percy collapsed from exhaustion studying for his newts.

Ron can tell the twins apart he just pretends not to so that he can annoy them

Mrs Weasley and bill are the best chefs of the family but George is the best baker.

#ron weasley #ginny weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #bill weasley #charlie weasley #percy weasley #molly weasley #arthur weasley #the weasleys #harry potter headcanon #harry potter #bloopy’s headcanons

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unmarlou · 3 months

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can’t catch me now.

pairings. mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary. your disappearance alongside the golden trio during the rise of his father leaves mattheo hallow.

lacy says. this came to me in the middle of the night lol. also does the summary make any sense. i hope so.

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in all of his seventeen years of life, mattheo had never felt more miserable.

the mahogany desk that sat below his drumming fingers had gotten more use these past weeks than ever before. the stack of unsent letters on the right edge - sealed, addressed, marked with love - saw to that.

his gaze followed nothing as his calloused fingers continued. his mind was wandering again, to the crevices of his memory, pointing out the smallest details.

the way your shoes clicked when you walked down the corridor. the smile you would quickly throw over your shoulder when you saw him, which he knew you knew drove him crazy. your skin underneath his fingertips even in the most innocent moments.

but no matter how much he wished and pretended, the wood of the desk would never be as soft as you. having pulled himself out of his mind and looking at the stack of letter to his right a sudden burst of anger flashed inside him, willing him to push the envelopes off, rip them, maybe even burn them.

but the feeling left as quick as it came when he thought of seeing you again, telling you he always held out hope, and having the letters to prove it.

your leaving had eaten him alive and swallowed him whole. waking up was labor in a life without you.

sitting back in the leather upholstered chair, he began enveloping the new letter he had just finished, same as all the rest. sealed, addressed, marked with love.

the malfoy manor was cold and every room, bleak. it didn’t help that his fathers presence drained the life out of an already stale environment - he had never even seen his father or mother previous to this year, his mother to prison and his father to a mystical state just as he was born. but now that they were finally in his life, he found it incredibly hard to even be in the same room as either of them. his mother’s crazy eccentricities made him scowl and his father was just plain difficult to look at.

which meant that he spent most of his days in his room, alone with his thoughts. he didn’t think it just chance that your disappearance coincided with that of harry potter, hermione granger, and ron weasley. you were friends with them before ever giving him a thought, he knew that, however it didn’t stop his heart from the pain of where your loyalties laid.

more than anything he just wished you had said something, given him some sort of sign as to where you were going, or what you were going to do. the last conversation you two had rang in his ears as if it was just yesterday.

though summer, the nights still carried a breeze that caused the skin to react. mattheo had just received a letter, your letter, that gave him clear instructions.

mattheo,

meet me in the fields at midnight

don’t tell the others.

yours,

y/n

his body gave a reaction only you could ignite, a smile he hadn’t cracked since last he had seen you began on his face. giving the owl, which he noted wasn’t yours, a small treat just for delivering the letter of a lifetime, he read it over once more. midnight, you had written. he stretched to see the grandfather clock in the corner, which was on the brink of striking the perfect time.

he started down the hall, his movements swift and conscious not to step on the wood planks prone to noise. he quickly found himself in the field, he knew exactly which one - there was only ever one that you two shared - with its tall grass and closely boarding trees. the breeze seemed to have picked up, all life swaying to one side. he wished he had worn long sleeves.

inside the manor, a clock began to ring.

soon the sound of apparition - a loud crack - caused him to turn around, and there you were. you were already looking at him, god did he love when you were already looking at him. for a second the two of you just stood looking at one another, admiring what you so dearly missed, before you ran over and threw your arms around his neck.

every thought, every worry, every bad feeling mattheo could’ve ever felt washed away at your touch. wrapping his arms around your body, there was a relief in his own he didn’t realize he needed.

your hands trailed to the sides of his face and as you pulled back from the hug, you brought your forehead to his. he let out a sigh, his arms still rested around your waist, a place they felt most comfortable. your thumbs brushed his soft yet scarred cheeks. the world could wait just a bit longer.

if by habit or compulsion he began leaning down, but just as he did, you backed out of his arms, with your hands moving down to his, holding them. confusion struck him, his desire to feel you stronger than anything else - but at the soft smile on your face and the brush of your hands, it only lingered in the background.

your head tilted slightly to the side, taking in his features: the lines on his cheeks he couldn’t help accompanied by the smile only reserved for you, the curls that fell perfectly even on a bad day, and the mark on his nose which seemed to be new…

“how are you?” your voice was softer than intended, but in the middle of night seemed appropriate. regardless, it was a sound that could’ve coursed him into anything.

quick to answer, he said, “fine… besides theodore snoring through the walls.” his voice was always louder and carried, not something he ever seemed to notice; when asked, he once stated that with how little he talks, he wants to make sure he’s heard.

you laughed, a genuine one. his heart picked up at it, he had always been able to make you laugh but it never stopped making him nervous. your hands gripped his a bit more, and he returned.

“how’re you…?”

you seemed to be searching his face again, and if it wasn’t for his longing of you, any other day he would’ve told you to stop. slowly you took a breath, “better now.”

the tall grass below brushed harshly against your legs, causing you to glance down, and in the same vein, catch a glimpse of mattheo’s left forearm. you grimaced, quickly turning your head up and in the opposite direction. reading your expression, he dropped his left hand from yours immediately, and tried tucking it behind him - feeling ashamed. he wished he had worn long sleeves.

you spoke again, now not whispering, “i miss you.”

something told him you didn’t just mean the time you two spent apart.

trees continued to rustle and the temperature dropped again. only he seemed to notice. he reached the hand, that was still holding yours, up to graze the goosebumps that covered your arm. your skin was no longer soft.

his fingertips still trailed, and when he looked up to see you, you weren’t looking at him. instead, you too looked up, at the sky. it wasn’t unusual for you to stargaze, moments would get away from you - the stars and moon more captivating than anything on earth - only this time, there wasn’t any to be seen. the sky was dark with clouds and in the distance thunder rumbled. the wind blew stronger.

“you should be getting back… try and uh… beat the storm.” his lame attempt at cutting the tension. you both knew it. his cold hands reached up to your face, wanting to feel warmth again. coming back to him, you leaned into his hand. his heart gave as he watched your eyes close against him. he willed himself to say it, because in this moment he meant it but nevertheless he continued to just watch.

with another deep breath, you pulled away and stepped back. it pained him, you were right there yet still out of reach. he needed to say something more, “i’ll see you soon, okay?”

suddenly you looked straight into his eyes and a child-like grin took to your face - he imagined himself telling you to stay right there, running inside to find a camera, and photographing you in this moment to keep forever - and you laughed, air out of your nose and smile growing wider, “if you can catch me.”

and all in one moment, you turned with your back now to him, threw a quick smile over your shoulder, and disapparated. leaving him to the grass, trees, and wind.

having mulled it over time and time again since it happened, mattheo had since realized that that was your saying goodbye. and that had you given him that last kiss, you probably - maybe - wouldn’t have left. but now it was winter and all there was to do was think.

the grandfather clock chimed, 3pm. he hadn’t intended for time to get away from him, though that happened a lot these days. pushing the chair against the floor, he stood and reached to the back of it to retrieved his coat. it was his turn to patrol.

staring into the lit fireplace as he wrangled his coat on, he remembered he promised to start putting it out when leaving, but then again, he wouldn’t mind it all going down in flames. and within just one step in his bedroom and the other, he disapparated.

“oh. you again.” scabior turned quickly, before going back to picking his nails. a horrible habit mattheo couldn’t stand to watch.

he now stood in the middle of the english wood, in a group of snatchers. no doubt it was narcissa’s idea, she was always concerned for the children. mattheo figured she just wanted them to get out, not going to school and being kept in - although a mansion - a claustrophobic environment was dreadful, he guessed she sensed that. no other adult there could. certainly not his parents. so this is what they decided, each day one of them would go to monitor the snatchers, keep them in line, help them out, report back to his father. and today was his day.

he didn’t do much. it was mostly what he always did, stood around and watched. he knew the snatchers walked on eggshells around him, felt the need to be on their best behavior but that didn’t necessarily mean they liked him. they liked lorenzo because who didn’t? and they liked pansy because she was a girl, though it made mattheo borderline sick to think of what they said or thought about her. however, he was sure that they did appreciate his staying-out-of-the-way.

feeling something in his hand he looked down to see his letter. he hadn’t even noticed he was holding it the entire time, slipping his mind in his rush to leave. he cursed himself, sucking his teeth and slightly clenching his jaw. he swiftly opened his jacket and stuffed it in his inside pocket, giving himself a reminder to return it to its rightful place once home.

they walked on, surveilling, scabior and another one (he couldn’t be bothered to learn their name) continuing a nonsensical conversation, that almost made his eye twitch. all he wanted to was get back to his room, back to his thoughts, back to you.

he didn’t even care how pathetic he sounded. when in his mind, he was back with you.

the cold nipped at his face as he trudged on, his hands buried deep in his pockets, and his chin digging into the top of his coat as he stared down at where he walked. soon, they heard a crack followed by a voice.

“get down!”

they each got low to the ground and mattheo gritted his teeth at how stupid it was - he felt stupid and bet he looked it too.

he wasn’t paying attention enough, just watching as all the rest of them did, and followed as they slowly rose to the approaching sound, and soon, unbeknownst to him, they were face-to-face with a boy he knew all too well. his ginger hair gave him intense whiplash.

in an instant his eyes were searching behind ron. his heart was booming in his chest and ears, it felt like everything had dropped inside him. scanning the trees, he saw flashes of harry and hermione. as horrible as it may of sounded, he couldn’t give less of fuck that they were there. his eyes followed up the hill, moving frantically, looking at every tree and every branch, until finally… he spotted you.

you hadn’t seen him. the only thing you knew was you were caught. your fingertips had gone completely numb and you were almost certain if it wasn’t the highest stakes possible you could keel over and throw up.

“well don’t just stand there, snatch ‘em!”

immediately you had turned on your heel, and started running.

mattheo grabbed the single guy headed for you and shoved him in the direction of the others. he pushed him fervently, and pointed towards harry making sure he went away. then, started up the hill after you.

the ground was covered with pockets of snow, mostly half melted. all the leaves were dead and under your shoes, meaning no hiding. your legs burned from the inside out and you watched your feet, intent on not tripping. you could feel whoever was behind you was catching up.

mattheo hadn’t ran in a very long time, but he was not going to let his stamina - or lack thereof - get in the way. he would chase you till the end of the earth if he had to. you threw spells behind you without looking, half he had to dodge and half the trees couldn’t dodge. he knew he had to drive you far enough away, where they couldn’t see or hear you. and so he continued behind.

throwing your arm with wand-in-hand backward, you couldn’t bring yourself to even peer over your shoulder, fearing if you did, that it would slow you down. you tried to think of a way to circle back, you knew you were going in the opposite direction of harry, ron, and hermione for too long. you even considered shooting sparks into the air.

“y/n!”

the world had stopped. when your body came to a halt you were almost certain the world had too. your breath came out before you in a white cloud, over and over again. wondering if someone was toying with you, you gripped your wand harder. but when no one came tackling you to the ground, you wondered if you had just imagined it. if your longing for mattheo was so visceral you were now hearing him. and sure, you had heard him before, in your head, right as you were drifting off to sleep, or your most lonely nights, but never clearly in the middle of the day while you were wide awake. maybe you were dead.

slowly turning on your heel, you looked up. and there he was, already looking at you. god did you love when he was already looking at you. the burning in your body was no longer from running but from him.

he knees almost gave out. looking at you for the first time in what felt like lifetimes, he could barely form a full thought. he hadn’t spoken your name aloud since before the last time he saw you, and yet, it still felt perfect. regardless if his mouth was dry, his throat scratchy, and stomach whirling. it would never not sound perfect for him to say.

he searched your face. you were still you, and he thanked every god he could think of for it. he immediately wondered if your shoes still clicked, if you still smiled over your shoulder, and if your skin was still soft in the most innocent way possible.

looking up at him, he was still him. he wasn’t smiling, but you were sure if he did the lines he couldn’t help would still be there, his curls still fell in the most perfect way, and the mark on his nose seemed to have scarred over, no longer new.

he watched, intent on never looking away so long as you were in front of him, and your gaze broke from his face down to his left forearm. only this was a different place and a different time. colder than last, and he was wearing long sleeves.

your eyes found his again - it wasn’t hard considering his hadn’t moved - and he was wearing an expression that you weren’t used to. although mattheo, the back of your mind told you, you still missed him.

neither of you were sure how long you had been standing there. it didn’t matter however, it was unspoken that you’d stand there for the rest of time if you could. he’d be lying if he said the thought of grabbing your arm and apparating back to manor with you in tow didn’t cross his mind. but he knew that wasn’t how this was to end.

as he unzipped his coat, you eyed his every move. still watching in his periphery, he noted how you didn’t grip your wand at him, slight relief coming to his aid. no matter what happened, you always trusted mattheo.

he reached into his inside pocket, his frozen hand finding warmth, if just for a second, and grabbed the letter. sealed, addressed, marked with love. he absentmindedly ran his thumb over the wax seal as he extended his arm out to you.

it took a second for everything to register, looking at his hand holding an envelope and back at his expectant face a time or two, you finally reached a shaky hand up and took it. his chest couldn’t help but lurch at your shaking hand, wanting to hold it, enclose it in whatever heat he could muster. looking at the situation he could safely assume you hadn’t been in real comfort in a long time.

now withholding an envelope with your name scrawled across it in mattheos handwriting, you turned it over once, then looked back up at him. it hit you so suddenly that there were a million and one things you wanted to say to him. needed to say. when you opened your mouth, nothing came. yet, there seemed to be a look of understanding etched on his face.

“go.” he tried his best to sound firm, to sound like what he was saying didn’t feel like a stab in his own back. but he knew you knew.

you stood admiring him for just another second, and as much as you wanted to kiss him if you did, you probably wouldn’t leave.

stepping back from him with a worlds worth of weight in your chest, you looked straight into his eyes.

and disapparated.

leaving him to the branches, trees, and wind.

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