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Surprise! We're Making Love

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this is my first real like... real smut fic? so do take that into consideration [and please be nice to me lol] but also feel free to send me a message if you have any feedback or pointers.

this is a fic based on this trope that was sent to me by @bobluvbot like a million weeks ago and became my hyper fixation for far too long. I finally decided to put it into words. thanks to @unstablereader for championing me as I wrote this and convincing me it was decent enough to post lol

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

CW: smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, coming inside of someone, AFAB reader, reader is a Pureblood Slytherin, has hair long enough for Rem to feel it on his shoulders when you're straddling him, reader has hair texture that sticks to you when wet, mentions of smoking weed and being high, mentions of drinking and alcohol, mentions of arranged marriages, use of mudblood and blood supremacy

Remus doesn’t know how exactly this thing started for him.

Perhaps it was the day after a full moon when he forgot to lock the door behind him to the Prefects Bathroom and you let yourself in, nearly fully stripped before you realised he was sitting in the steaming, bubbling pool-sized tub with a spliff hanging lazily from his mouth.

“Circe’s tits!” You screeched as you hastily pulled up your towel to keep your modesty. “You didn’t think to alert me to your presence, Lupin?” You sneered half-heartedly at him as you tried to regain your composure.

“Sorry.” Remus chuckled, voice gravelly from a mixture of last night’s howling and tonight’s smoking. “My brain is moving a little slowly right now.”

You looked between him and the spliff and sighed. “Think you’ll be much longer?” You asked him quietly, cautiously, reticently. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen you look so dejected.

Slytherin princess; though you never really let that dictate how you treated people, just that it levelled you with a certain notoriety within the school. You were the only one who could talk sense into Barty Crouch Junior; Pandora Rosier’s biggest defender and advocate; Snape, Mulciber, and Avery’s biggest adversary; the one who encouraged Regulus Black to reach out to his estranged older brother; and the least likely to enact revenge on the Marauder’s for their pranks.

Though Remus had never shared more than a few words with you in passing, he knew a lot about you. In addition to the aforementioned qualities, you were a Pureblood, the eldest daughter and heiress to your family’s name and fortune, Prefect, received top marks in Charms and Transfiguration, and hated the Sacred Twenty-Eight.

Knowing all of that made Remus rather rueful that he hadn’t spoken to you before now.

“Listen, this tub is nearly the size of an Olympic swimming pool.” Remus started, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion. “It’s big.” He clarified. “I don’t mind...sharing if you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable; otherwise, I’ll pack up and leave it to you.”

He didn’t really want to leave; not whilst he was still nursing his post-moon hangover and the warm water was finally starting to relieve some of the tension in his bones. But you looked forlorn, and damn Remus and his bleeding heart, he’d give it up if you needed it.

“I don’t want to kick you out... you were here first.” You murmured, apparently weighing your options in your head.

“I will leave if you want, L/N, but I’m more than willing to share.”

You searched his eyes for what, Remus wasn’t sure, but you seemed to come to some decision. You threw your head back and let out a strangled groan which Remus was certain was more for dramatic effect than it was indicative of any real ire.

“Fine, turn around.”

Remus smirked at you and tried to ignore the protesting of his joints as he stood in the pool and turned to face the opposite wall, allowing you to drop the rest of your clothes and your towel and sink into the water.

“Okay...” You whispered quietly. “You can sit back down now; thank you.”

Perhaps it had begun then; he’d offered you a puff from his joint, causing you to move closer to him. He was a gentleman and avoided noticing the way your breasts sat high on your chest, buoyant in the bubbly and fragrant waters.

He ignored the feeling of your elbow brushing against his. He ignored the way your hair, damp from the steam and humidity, stuck against your skin. And he definitely ignored the way that as the weed started to affect you, you leaned your head onto his shoulder.

What he couldn’t ignore? When you asked him what you could do to help him.

“Help?” Remus asked you bemusedly, jostling his shoulder and forcing you to sit up and return his gaze.

“Yeah; you seem tense, stressed.”

Remus let out a confused chuckle from his nose. “That’s really not anything you need to worry about.”

You laughed back at him, nudging him with your elbow. “Lupin.” You chided. “You were willing to give up your private pool time, you’ve shared your weed with me, and you’ve let me intrude on your bath; let me worry about it.”

And he doesn’t know how you did it, he’s not even sure he remembers how the rest of the conversation went – one moment the two of you were sitting an entire swimming pool apart and pretending the other wasn’t there, and the next moment he was sitting on the edge of the pool with his hands tangled in your hair as you took him in your mouth.

“Christ, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He tried warning you, tapping your shoulder to get your attention.

Like the watery siren that you were, all you did was moan and take him deeper, and in another moment, he was spilling down your throat.

Remus was sure he looked absolutely wrecked; naked, soaking, exhausted, a few fresh wounds from last night, and his permanent eye bags a more dramatic purple today on account of his lack of sleep last night.

Not you though; somehow even though you’d just done all the work, you looked ethereal. Wet hair pooling in the water around you as you sunk into the suds up to your collarbones, your lips swollen and glistening from your fantastic work if you asked Remus, and eyes a mischievous magnet nearly luring Remus back into the pool completely against his will.

“Godric, you’re good at that.” He breathed embarrassingly. Thankfully, you only laughed at with him.

“I’m sure you meant that as a compliment, Lupin; but it sort of sounds like you’re calling me a whore.”

Remus cackled at that, thankful that his time in the water eased the soreness in his ribs before doing so.

“If you give me a few moments, I’ll return the favour dove.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You offered, moving back to the other side of the pool to retrieve the book you’d deserted in favour of pot, and then in favour of cock. “I’ll just take an I.O.U.”

Or maybe it started at the Ravenclaw afterparty following their win against Hufflepuff. You showed up with your friends fashionably late and clearly having pre-gamed to some extent if Barty’s uncoordinated movements were anything to go by.

He noticed you every once in a while, flitting around the party with various friends, dancing to various tunes, participating in various games over conversations; but something was different about you. You weren’t as...glowy.

Your smile never met your eyes, and your laughs weren’t carefree – not like they were in the tub. Not like they ought to be.

But hey, you helped him when he needed it, and he did technically owe you.

He brushed past you and gently pulled on your elbow as he continued moving. When you turned back to see what had happened, he nodded toward the exit.

He didn’t bother turning around to see if you were following him, he just carried on down the stairs of Ravenclaw tower before turning the corner to an empty corridor.

“Oi, Lupin; your legs are longer than mine. Slow down!” You called.

He didn’t realise at that time how much it meant to him that you had followed; hindsight being 20/20, and all.

“Where are we going?” You queried as you caught up and walked in step with him.

“You’ll see.” He said simply, cutting across the hall and opening the door to an empty classroom.

“Going to teach me how to translate Ancient Runes, Lupin?” You joked, though your affect was clearly lacking.

“I’m going to help.” He responded simply, leaning backwards against the professor’s desk.

“Help?”

“Right.”

You smirked and raised a singular perfectly manicured eyebrow at him, looking him up and down with a suggestive glance.

“What exactly are you to help me with?”

“You seem worried, tense.” He repeated your exact words from the tub a little over a week ago.

You offered him a half smile that, once again, never met your eyes. “That’s not something you need to worry about.”

He offered you a soft smile in return. “I do owe you, though.”

Remus doesn’t know what it was that convinced you to accept his offer. One moment he was leaning casually against the professor’s desk as you watched him warily from the door to the classroom, and the next moment he had you splayed out on the desk before him with the skirt of your dress bunched up around your waist and his head between your legs.

Now, it’s important to note that Remus is a humble and modest person. In fact, he’s really quite self-conscious. He didn’t come from a notable family and compared to his friends he was basically a pauper, he was scarred and tall and lanky, and due to his lycanthropy, he avoided meaningful relationships; meaning that whilst his friends all enjoyed relationships and situationships, he stayed religiously single.

All that being said, there was something Remus knew to be true that he felt worth bragging about.

He was fucking good in bed.

So his ego was properly stroked when you threw your head back so hard that it made a painful whacking sound against the wood of the desk with just the first stripe of his tongue through your folds.

Like a man starved, he buried his face between your legs and hardly ever came back up for air. He pulled your hips flush to his chest with your legs thrown over his shoulders and his arms hugging your thighs that he used as earmuffs.

Remus could easily call this one of his new favourite places to be, especially with the sinful sounds escaping your mouth.

He used his thumb to tease your clit, thrusting his tongue in your hole a few times before bringing it back out to run through your lips.

“Oh, Merlin!” You cried, causing him to chuckle, which caused you to flinch slightly at the feeling of his cold breath against your cunt.

“Come now, L/N; you know that’s not my name.”

You let out another cry as he wasted no time diving back in, his nose rubbing at your clit as his tongue continued its assault.

Remus’ efforts were rewarded in the form of you cumming on his face and your body falling limp below him.

He allowed you to catch your breath as he fought to catch his own, ignoring his knees crying in protest from having spent the last however long supporting his weight on the hard stone floor.

“Oh gods.” You breathed finally, opening your eyes and stealing a shy glance at Remus, still stationed near your core.

He smiled wolfishly at you. “Better?”

You laughed; a real, hard laugh that had been missing from you all night. “Much.” You agreed readily, accepting his outstretched hand and sitting up on the edge of the desk and pushing your skirt back down to cover yourself. “Thank you, Lupin.”

Remus shrugged nonchalantly as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a snap of his fingers, pushing open a window with a flick of his wand. “What are friends for?”

You snorted inelegantly; a far cry from the proper Pureblood heiress you’d been raised to be as you pulled your panties back on and took careful, albeit slightly wobbly, steps to join him at the window.

“Are we friends now?”

“Were we not friends before?” He countered, offering you a drag from his smoke that you easily accepted. He was sure his lips, tongue, and now the end of his cigarette still tasted like you.

“I didn’t think your kind was supposed to be friends with mine.” You offered, not looking at him as you passed the cigarette back.

“Blood status, really L/N?”

You scoffed derisively. “Please, Lupin. Give me some credit.”

It seemed to Remus that you looked almost hurt at his insinuation.

“I meant Gryffindor’s and Slytherin’s.”

“Perhaps we can be the first.”

“Do many of your friends see you naked, Lupin?”

Remus grimaced at that. “Honestly? More than I’d like, yes.”

And there it was again, that uninhibited laugh. Remus felt vindicated in his task for this evening.

“Alright, friends then.” You agreed, reaching out for his cigarette and taking a long drag before returning it to him. “Let me know when you might need my help again, Lupin.”

“Likewise.”

And maybe it was the day that he had Avery pinned against the wall by the collar of his shirt for calling a first year Hufflepuff a Mudblood.

There was blood dripping from Remus’ nose onto the collar of his uniform shirt from an elbow to the face as he spat various threats promises of pain and maiming, when he felt a gentle hand on the small of his back.

Due to the tension radiating through Remus’ body considering how close it was to the moon, his first reaction was to throw an elbow behind him. He thanked every deity possible that you were shorter than him when you ducked expertly to dodge his assault.

“Let him go.” You said simply.

Remus felt his brows furrow as he let out a protesting grumble.

“McGonagall is coming.” You continued.

Remus looked from you back to Avery who was now smirking at him. If Remus left now, Avery would tell McGonagall what Remus did; if Remus stayed, he could tell McGonagall what Avery had said.

“He won’t say anything.” You argued - as if you had heard Remus’ internal conundrum - causing Avery’s face to fall and both boys to whip their heads to you.

“And why the bloody hell won’t I, L/N?” Avery spat.

Your eyes moved from Remus’ to Avery’s where they took on a horrifyingly cold quality, no doubt the result of your cold and indifferent parents raising you like a proper Pureblood heir.

“Because I know where you sleep.” You spat lowly.

Remus watched as Avery fought to remain defiant, but as he heard the sound of McGonagall’s footsteps approaching, let out a frustrated groan.

“Fine. Sod off.” He barked, pushing Remus away from him roughly and stalking off towards the Slytherin dungeons.

Remus angrily picked up his book bag and began stalking down the corridor in the opposite way.

His blood was boiling, the tension in his shoulders and neck was starting to give him a headache and every step he took aggravated the matter.

He turned hastily around a corner when the strap of his book bag was pulled off his shoulder.

“What?” He hissed when he turned to see you with the other end of his strap in your hand.

“This way.”

“L/N.”

“Lupin.” You countered severely, voice intoning no nonsense.

Remus allowed you to drag him by his bookbag like a dog down a seemingly abandoned corridor and into an empty classroom before you locked the doors and threw up a silencing charm.

“What are you doing?” He muttered admittedly far more petulantly than you presently deserved from him.

“Helping.” You answered simply as you began undoing your school tie.

“I’m fine.” He spat, plopping himself down roughly into a chair.

“Right.” You said sarcastically. “And you wouldn’t have continued to punch the first arse you saw on your way back to Gryffindor, huh?” You asked as you started pulling off your top and exposing your lacy black bra. “And I may not be an expert, but you’re a long way from Gryffindor tower which means your chances of running into an arse were really rather high.”

Remus held his hands up to his face and pinches at his temples, trying to stave off the incoming migraine and the overwhelming urge to tell you to fuck off, which he knew he really didn’t want to do.

Suddenly you were in nothing but your bra and panties, kneeling before him and fussing with his belt.

“This really isn’t necessary, L/N.” He offered without much fervour.

“What are friends for?” You asked quietly as you pulled his belt from the loops of his trouser.

“You don’t have to.”

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked pointedly, pausing your movements and looking up at him. You were giving him a choice; an out. Did he want to blow off some steam, or did he want to spend the rest of his day pissed off and tense?

Did he want you to stop?

“No.” He admitted.

Your eyes softened, though everything else about your face remained impassive as you undid the button and zip to his trousers and began encouraging them down his legs.

He decided to give up on his temper tantrum and assist you in the unenviable task of disrobing him and pulled you up into his lap.

“I don’t need anything.” You squeaked as he had you straddle his lap, your hair falling over your shoulders and tickling his own from your place above him.

“I’m not going to get in a fight and be a selfish lover all in the same day, L/N.” He said in faux admonishment. “Friends look after each other, yeah?”

And he’s not sure what swayed you. One moment he had you perched precariously above him as he gently nipped at your neck, and the next moment he was brutally thrusting up into you with no lack of desperation.

“Fuckin’ hells you feel amazing.” He grunted as you mewled above him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes screwed shut causing Remus to worry momentarily.

“Are you okay?” He asked breathlessly. You moaned in response and dropped your chin onto his shoulder.

“Hey, dove, you okay?” He asked again, pulling you from him and slowing his movements.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop, Lupin.” You barked before you pulled his face to yours by the ends of his hair for a searing kiss.

He grinned somewhat maniacally into the kiss and lifted you from his lap as he stood with his cock still lodged deep within you and perched you on the edge of the desk.

“You’re a bossy girl, aren’t you?” He taunted, pushing roughly into you from this new angle and causing you to cry out. “You like telling men what to do, dove?”

You gasped as Remus found the magic little spot he’d been searching for and he doubled down in his thrusts with renewed vigour.

“That’s okay.” He continued, brushing a strand of hair away from your face that had gotten stuck in some of your lipgloss. “I like being told what to do.”

“Please! Please, please please.” You whined, a pretty sheen of sweat dusted your skin and began to pool on the divot of your collarbone.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me.”

“Working on it.”

You were apparently coherent enough to laugh at that which was torture for Remus who was currently hanging on by a fucking thread as your giggles caused your cunt to clench torturously around his cock.

“Come on, pretty girl. Come on, cum for me, yeah? You’re close; I can tell. Cum for me.” He started chanting, moving his hand that was currently holding your knee up near his ribs to rub circles around your clit.

“Cum for me, L/N.”

“Oh fuck.” You shouted as your orgasm tore through you; Remus felt almost sick from the effort not to follow you over the edge immediately, wanting to help you ride out yours to fruition, but your walls pulsating around him left him very little control over the matter.

“Fuck.” Remus growled, and unfortunately that was the only warning you got before slammed into you once more, twice more, and was then spilling inside you causing your cunt to grow impossibly more wet and warm.

You let out a desperate breath and fell forward into Remus’ chest; he was ashamed to admit how much he relished in the intimacy - ignoring the very intimate act that had already taken place.

“Fuck Lupin, you’re an animal.” You breathed out with a laugh.

Remus let out a surprised bark of laughter as he looked down at you.

“You have no idea.”

And if it wasn’t any of those, perhaps it was a few weeks later, when Remus saw a regal looking owl fly into the Great Hall over the Slytherin table, and with a grand war cry dropped an important looking letter in front of you, causing the rest of your table to fall silent.

Remus watched as Regulus Black’s jaw tightened and Barty Crouch Junior’s spoon fell back into his porridge as they watched you open it.

Remus watched as all colour seemed to drain from your face and your jaw fell slack, though not open.

The rest of the Hall seemed completely unaware of the turmoil taking place over at the Slytherin table; everyone but Remus and, apparently, Sirius Black.

“Shit.” Sirius whispered under his breath quietly, alerting neither Peter nor James who were currently in a heated debate about whether pumpkin pasties or sugar quills were the better treat from Honeydukes.

“What is it?” Remus asked him quietly. Sirius seemed nearly surprised that Remus had noticed, though schooled his expression quickly.

“Marriage announcement, she’s been betrothed.” He sneered the word, his nose actually wrinkling in disgust. “‘Sold off’ is a more appropriate term. It’s too bad, I quite liked her.”

Remus didn’t really like the feeling that settled in his stomach when he considered you being married off, but he didn’t have time to think on it too hard before he watched you storm over to Avery, Mulciber, and Snape before grabbing the former by the nape of his neck and slamming his head down into the table.

Remus was up and over to you in an instant with Sirius close behind, beaten only by Barty and Regulus who had the advantage of proximity.

“You miserable fucking wanker! You’ll fucking rot for this!” You screamed as Regulus fought and nearly lost in his battle of holding you back as Barty began sparring with your newfound enemy.

“I’ll fucking kill you for this Avery! You watch your fucking back!” You screeched. Regulus - for what reason, Remus couldn’t know - thought now a good moment to put you down, and as you launched yourself once again for what he was sure was Avery’s jugular, Remus threw you over his shoulder and took off out of the Great Hall.

“Put me down!” You shouted.

“No.”

“Fuck off, Lupin.” You cried, grabbing at his jumper and slamming your fists into his lower back as he took the stairs two at a time.

“You’re fine, L/N.”

You squealed and began kicking your legs out, causing him to use both arms to pin them to his torso.

“Stop it.”

“Put me down!”

“Stop it. Stop fighting me.”

“I hate you.”

“That’s fine.” He said, though it felt anything but. But he knew, you weren’t really mad at him, you perhaps weren’t even really mad at Avery.

“I hate you.” You said quietly this time.

“That’s alright.”

You had given up on your fight by the time Remus got to his destination. He was sure his shoulder in your stomach was causing you issues and the blood had to have been rushing to your head, but you remained placid as he hoisted you back up right and set you down on the floor of the Astronomy tower.

Your face was wet and your hair was a mess as you took gasping breaths.

This was beyond Remus’ wheelhouse when it came to you; he was good for eating you out, blowing off some steam, quickies, and the odd toke or two, but this? This was beyond his area of expertise.

He decided to sit down beside you - both your backs pressed against the cold stone of the castle in a way he was sure felt good against your skin that was sizzling and crackling with fury. He didn’t say anything; there was nothing to say, nothing that he could say, and nothing he’d really know to say at a moment like this. Perhaps he should have left you to your friends; to the Purebloods who got it. Though, Regulus seemed willing to let you help Barty kill Avery, so perhaps it was better that you were up here with him instead.

That's what he’d tell himself for now.

It could have been minutes or even an hour before you finally took a deep, shuddering breath.

“Why’d you do that?”

“Do what?” Remus asked quietly.

“Stop me.”

“You stopped me first.”

You let that sit in the air as you looked out into the horizon.

“What do you need, L/N? What… what can I do?” He begged desperately.

Remus was certain the entire school could hear the sound of his heart breaking at the devastated expression that graced your face when you turned to make eye contact with him; your eyes seemed to beg Remus for something but he couldn’t decipher what it was that you were asking of him.

“I want to…to forget.” You sobbed. “I want to not think, I want to turn it all off for a fucking, god’s damned minute. I want it all to stop.”

“Okay.” He offered readily.

“I want it to stop.”

“Okay.” He repeated, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m right here.” He encouraged you. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need to forget.”

“Okay.” Remus said again, pulling at your hand and encouraging you into his lap. “I’m right here; take what you need.”

And Remus wasn’t sure what went through your mind as you searched between his hazel eyes. One moment you were carefully perched above him in his lap; tear tracks staining your cheeks and eyes full of sorrow. And in the next moment, your uniform skirt was hiked up and panties pulled to the side, and Remus’ belt was undone and his trousers were pulled low around his thighs as you bounced up and down on his cock like it was the solution to all of life's problems.

Remus wished it were true, he really did. But if all he could do at this moment was help you turn your brain off and forget the unpleasantness waiting for you back in the castle for just a little bit, then that’s what he would do.

You had your face shoved into his neck and he was quite sure you were biting down on the junction between his shoulder and his neck - in an attempt to quell your moans, your crying, or just out of frustration, Remus didn’t know, and quite frankly he didn’t care either way. You grinded down onto him and he felt you applying pressure to your clit against his pelvic bone, prompting him to start rubbing it with his thumb.

“You can let go, gorgeous. No one’s here.” He whispered.

You bit down harder in response and began riding him with an air of desperation.

“I’m right here.”

And then he felt it. First, he felt your tears fall onto his shoulder, then he felt your teeth break his skin, and finally he felt your walls clench around him.

You stayed latched onto him; your arms around his waist, your hands clenched into the fabric of his jumper, your teeth on his skin and your cunt on his cock as he thrusted up into you and found his own release with very little effort on account of the aftershocks still shuddering through you.

You sat like that for some time afterwards; the gentle breeze causing goosebumps to cover each of you as the sweat began to cool on your skin, and Remus rubbed circles into your bare thighs with his thumbs.

Unfortunately - for reasons Remus wasn’t willing to ponder on at present - you pulled away, a string of spit connecting your lips to the place on Remus’ neck he was sure now adorned the shape of your teeth.

“Sorry.” You rasped, running a hand over the newest of many wounds now decorating his skin. He didn’t want you to be sorry, though, he thought perhaps this might be his favourite one; it wasn’t the result of some hideous monster who took out its rage on him, but instead marked a tender moment between him and his…friend.

You pulled your wand to cast a healing charm over it when Remus grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t.”

Your reddened and swollen eyes looked at him inquisitively, causing Remus to flush in embarrassment.

“Leave it, I’ve already got so many; what’s one more?” He tried to joke, though he could tell as you looked back down at the bite mark, it fell flat.

“I’m sorry.” You said again, and Remus shook his head.

“Don’t be.”

“Thank you.” You said quietly, looking into Remus’ eyes imploringly, as if trying to convey your gratitude through your very soul. “For stopping me.”

This moment suddenly felt too charged for Remus; it was different somehow, something had happened, though he wasn’t sure what.

Not then, at least.

“That’s what friends do.” He said noncommittally. “It was an I.O.U.”

He managed to force a small smile out of you for that, and he was grateful.

So perhaps it was all of those together, in addition to the many blowjobs, many quickies, many quiet, loud, rough, or awkward fucks the two of you had in between.

But maybe…

Maybe it was the way your smile lit up the room when Barty or Pandora said something particularly outlandish or funny; your laughter echoing through the halls like an invitation to experience a secret joy that only you and your friends knew about.

Or maybe it was the way you seemed to be the only one who could weasel a smile, a laugh, or a fond eye roll out of the notoriously cold and apathetic Regulus.

Or maybe it was how a dimple in your left cheek only appeared when you were particularly proud of an achievement you made or a grade you received.

Or maybe it was the kind way you sheltered the younger Slytherin’s from the brunt of the Marauder’s pranks without impeding their more good natured ones.

Or maybe it was the way you hexed McLaggen for hitting on Lily Evans, and then again for calling her a filthy Mudblood when she refused his advancements.

Or maybe it was the way that you could always tell when Remus was feeling sad or low and needed help, needed something, needed you.

And fuck.

He needed you.

Remus wasn’t exactly sure how this thing started for him.

One moment you were on your hands and knees in his bed and he was fucking into you from behind; his body curled around yours as he rubbed at your clit expertly to push you over that edge for the third time tonight. And the next moment you were spread out and pliant beneath him, head thrown back in ecstasy as he lazily pushed into you.

He didn’t often get moments like this; moments to just sit and admire you.

This thing he had with you, it was delicate, precarious. It was precious. And he wasn’t going to go fucking it up by forcing it to be something it wasn’t.

You were friends.

You were friends who helped each other.

You were friends who have seen each other naked; who have tasted each other’s sweat, skin, flesh, blood, and cum.

You were friends who have spent time with each other, on each other, and in each other.

You were friends.

That’s what you had agreed to, that was the arrangement, that was all this was supposed to be.

And then Remus’ stupid sodding heart had to go and fucking yearn for you.

It ached to sit beside you in the library without it being a precursor for one of you to be on your knees in the stacks moments later.

It ached to ask you about your day for the sole purpose of getting to hear about it and not just as a means to help you take your mind off it by bending you over in an empty classroom.

It ached to watch you, uninhibited throughout the day, without it causing grief, or angst, or hungry looks being exchanged.

It ached to taste your lips without tasting the leftover sex from previous actions.

It ached for you to climb into the shower with him after this, to throw on one of his ratty old band tees, and to stay.

It ached for you to stay.

He wanted you to stay.

But you guys were friends.

And that was enough, it had to be enough. He would make it be enough.

So sue him; sue him for taking this extra moment to admire your form below him, when you were only his in this moment. Sue him for memorising the way your hair pooled around your head like a halo even after all the tugging and ruffling that it has been subjected to. Sue him for watching the way your breasts bounced with each gentle thrust of his hips, the way your ribs expanded and contracted with each breath, the way the two of you fit so perfectly together; your body accepting him with grace and ease as he slotted the two of you together over and over and over again.

He ached for you.

And damn him - damn him and his bleeding heart and this beautiful girl beneath him - he reached out to pull a strand of hair that laid plastered to the side of your sweaty face.

He didn’t just ache for you.

He yearned for you.

He loved you.

He was in love with you.

And Godric only knows how far gone he was or for how long now. But it didn’t matter; none of it mattered. All that mattered was this ethereal being that, for just this moment, was all his.

He doesn’t know how long your eyes had been returning his gaze. He supposed it didn’t matter, because he knew; he knew it was written all over his face.

He may as well have been flashing a neon sign on his forehead: “My name is Remus, and I’m wildly in love with you”. And if the sign hadn’t been enough, he was sure his actions were.

There was no longer any desperation in his actions; no destination in mind as he slowly pulled out of you and pushed back in again. His hands weren’t placed in precise locations to elicit a specific reaction of any sort, but rather roved languidly over your body in meticulous worship.

And if that hadn’t been enough, he was sure that the way you were staring deep into his eyes, into his soul; you saw. You knew.

The jig was up.

He had been outed.

Your eyes widened minutely and began to flit around Remus’ face as your grip on his arms stationed on either side of your body loosened.

You knew.

Though it was all for naught at this point, Remus scrunched his eyes closed as if he could save any of his remaining dignity; not that there was much left.

This was it, it was all going to be over.

He lowered himself over your body and pressed his face into your neck, hiding like the coward he was as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

Gently, tentatively, he felt you press a cautious hand between his shoulder blades and another to the nape of his neck.

Somehow, the tenderness in your touch hurt more.

He came with a strangled cry, feeling humiliating tears fall from his eyes as he filled you up for what he was certain would be the last time.

He melted into your hold and cried silently into your shoulder, and you let him.

Your hand that was stationed between his shoulder blades never moved, but your hand in his hair kneaded gentle, soothing circles into his scalp.

He wanted you to stop; he wanted you to stop because this was all he really wanted... to be here, with you, like this.

He wanted the rough and the fun and the biting and the hair pulling, sure. But he wanted the gentle, the soft, the affection, and the innocent intimacy, too.

That wasn’t fair though; it wasn’t fair to you. You never asked for it, and you never offered it.

You never asked for it.

You never offered it.

He decided that he’d been hiding in your neck for far longer than he had any right to, and slowly pulled his face away from its sanctuary.

He looked up at you through his curls in shame to see you had tear tracks down your cheeks too.

What a fucking mess.

He was a fucking mess; and he’d dragged you down into it.

He slowly pulled out of you and summoned a tissue to clean up the cum leaking from your folds. You hissed at the sensation and he whispered an apology before pulling on a pair of pyjama pants and throwing you a t-shirt that he hoped to fucking God was clean, and sat on the edge of James’ bed; facing you, though his head was bowed in shame.

“I’m sorry.” He offered pathetically, knowing it was not even close to helpful in this situation.

“When…” You started, voice both gravely from the sex and tight with emotions as new tears fell. “When did this happen?”

He didn’t have an answer; he didn’t know. He couldn't say.

“When,” you tried again. “When did this change?”

Your face fell into your hands as you began to cry in earnest.

He wondered what part of this upset you the most; the loss of this friend that you had in him? The pressure to offer him more than you were willing to give? The feeling of guilt over not being able to return his feelings?

You didn’t seem to be waiting for an actual answer from him, but were rather voicing the thoughts running through your head as they came to you.

“I should go.” He whispered, even though this was his room, even though you were wearing his shirt.

“Don’t.” You demanded harshly, eyes blazing with a fire he never imagined ever being shot at him. “Don’t you dare leave me here like this; not after that.”

He nodded quickly, sitting back down on James’ bed as you wiped angrily at your face.

He wished you wouldn’t; he wished you’d be more gentle.

He didn’t get to wish things like that, though.

“When, when did this become love?” You asked in a mixture of shock and bemusement; the thought of an equation you couldn’t solve was clearly insulting to you.

Remus shook his head in disgrace. “I’m sorry.” He offered weakly.

You scoffed out a sarcastic laugh. “Sorry for what, exactly? Making me fall in love with you? Making me fall in love with you and not telling me about it?”

“You... too?” He rasped, looking at you with a slack jaw.

“Fuck.” You seethed, standing up and beginning to pace the dorm room for a few moments as you seemed to think back on the entire duration of this situation.

“When!?” You demanded again after a few moments.

“I don’t know.” He admitted honestly, placatingly.

“Fuck.” You paused in place, bringing your hands to your mouth. Remus hated it, but you paused right in front of the hearth, causing your form to be illuminated by an ethereal glow. He thought you looked beautiful.

“I’m sorry.” He said, for daring to even think such a thing.

But, maybe…maybe if you loved him too, he could think such things?

“Fuck.” You said again, still staring unseeingly at the wall of his dorm as you stood in nothing but an oversized shirt in the middle of the room.

“What-” Remus started, taking a cautious step towards you as if you were a wild animal poised to run at any given moment. “What do you want, Y/N?”

Not one muscle in your body moved save for your eyes as they shot over to him.

“Anything.” He whispered.

I’ll give you anything you want; be anything you want. Say it and I’m yours. I’m yours.

I’m already all yours.

“I need to pee.” You said plainly.

Remus’ chest deflated in relief that you weren’t asking him to obliviate this memory from your mind.

“And then…” You took a shuddering breath that made Remus want to fold you up and keep you safe in his breast pocket for the rest of his life. “And then I want to talk. About this, okay? Please?”

Remus nodded quickly, readily, so unbelievably willingly.

“Don’t leave, please. Please be here when I get back.” You whispered; eyes, voice, and body language far more vulnerable than he ever remembered seeing from you (and ever cared to see from you again).

“Always.”

And he kept that promise.

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Snape. Needs little imagination to ship him with literally everyone, even the giant squid. Of the very few pairings I don’t think have been covered with him yet… (though they probably have been and I’ve missed them in the delight of the more unhinged pairs!)

- Snape/Molly

- Snape/Umbridge

- Snape/Charity Burbage

- Snape/Barty Crouch Jr

- Snape/Barty Crouch Sr

- Snape/Slughorn

- Snape/Neville

thank you very much for the ask, anon - and i hope you have indeed seen the masterpiece of shipping snape with the giant squid, the dream of the fisherman's wife by eldritcher.

there are a couple of these i've answered before - charity burbage/severus snape and severus snape/horace slughorn - but as for the rest...

severus snape/molly weasley

this also got a shoutout from a second mystery anon:

as i've also said when thinking about the concept of shipping snape with arthur, and molly with both sirius and lupin, something which is really undervalued by the fandom is the domestic role molly and arthur play within the order - and the way that [especially] molly's domestic labour in both grimmauld place and the burrow is central to the order's ability to actually do its work.

and this is - on the one hand - things like cooking and cleaning for the order, but it's also expressed through the emotional comfort we see both molly and arthur provide to order members, especially tonks and lupin in half-blood prince.

snape's canonical refusal to engage with the order as a community - i.e. by not eating with them - is a metaphor for the isolation he's forced into by his role as a spy, as well as a way for the narrative to keep the reader unsure about where exactly his loyalties lie. it's also - obviously - because he's a bit of a dick.

but something i think is really underappreciated about molly is her canonical willingness to take in waifs and strays. i think you could do something really nice with the idea of her forcing snape to socialise with the order - to eat and to be comforted - then leading somewhere further.

especially because it gives me the chance to clamber onto my soapbox once again, and say that snape - since the doylist text regards him as something approaching a hero [no matter what the rest of us think] - encapsulates the series' view that the only form of love which is properly valuable and transformative is love rooted in suffering and sacrifice. the series really undervalues the sheer power of love-as-comfort - to its detriment.

but a love story which begins with a lonely, cold, hungry man being given a bowl of soup is no less of a love story than that same man enduring misery in solemn silence. if you ask me.

severus snape/dolores umbridge

i reckon she was into it - which is why she was trying to flirt with him over steaming cauldrons full of veritaserum - but snape was horrified [after all, pink really doesn't go with his aesthetic].

barty crouch jr./severus snape

yes, absolutely.

obviously, crouch-as-moody's "if there's one thing i hate, it's a death eater who walked free" line - once you move past the fact that it's an amazing misdirect - is primarily referring to the fact that he hates any death eater who got out of going to azkaban after voldemort's disappearance by claiming to have been under the imperius curse, and that he will be horrified when harry tells him that voldemort was compelled to forgive these men lest he have no core support.

but i think it's also worth noting that "moody" says this line just after he's been beefing with snape about how there are "spots that never come off" - and that it is snape, rather than karkaroff [a much more obvious traitor], who bears the brunt of his ire throughout the year he's undercover.

in half-blood prince, snape suggests that voldemort was pretty pissed off to discover him working at hogwarts when he came to the castle chilling cutely on the back of quirrell's head. undoubtedly, voldemort then instructed crouch to have a good look at what snape was up to during goblet of fire, and crouch must be the source of voldemort's conviction that snape is "one who i believe has left me forever... he will be killed, of course".

and something very interesting about barty crouch jr. is that the sheer possessive derangement of his obsession with voldemort outpaces even that displayed by bellatrix. he is desperate to be voldemort's favourite - and to be honoured by him above all others.

as i've written a lot about elsewhere, it's clear that snape occupies a fairly special position in voldemort's inner circle, in that he's the dark lord's exception in terms of social class - the poor but brilliant half-blood who evidently reminds voldemort of himself. snape evidently receives quite a lot of voldemort's attention prior to 1981 - and he's able to regain that position with relative ease after voldemort's resurrection.

and this is the sort of thing crouch would have been raging about - both in the first war ["why is he more interested in this greasy half-blood than me?"] and in his year undercover ["why is he always going on about me finding out about snape's loyalties? i'm loyal enough!"].

the erotic potential of obsessive, competitive jealousy is something i am highly interested in, and - as i think when it comes to pairing snape with regulus - it would make this ship slap.

barty crouch sr./severus snape

the other side of the "if there's one thing i hate, it's a death eater who walked free" coin is barty crouch sr.'s obsessive desire to catch the death eaters who got away with their first war crimes, even after the ministry commits to looking the other way and pretending voldemort's dead and gone.

and, since it seems pretty clear that snape's acquittal following voldemort's disappearance was based on pretty tenuous evidence and forced through only by the strength of dumbledore's personal influence in the wizengamot, crouch being convinced snape was a loyal death eater - and being determined to go to extraordinary lengths to prove it - is a concept which immediately compels me.

and - once again - we find ourselves recognising the erotic power of obsession...

neville longbottom/severus snape

i have an unshakeable fondness for the idea that snape survives the war and remains at hogwarts as headmaster, which means not only that he doesn't object to neville's appointment as herbology teacher but also that he finds himself forced to interact with him on a daily basis.

forced proximity of any kind is a hot trope - and the fact that someone with snape's interest in potions would have to have a close relationship with the herbology department in order to get his hands on their stash of magical plants means that there is a ready-made springboard for these two to have to get to know each other... better than they were expecting.

should neville go for it? fuck no. but he's never struck me as someone with particularly good self-esteem.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #unhinged and deranged ships #severus snape edition

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The Black Family Restoration

The Black Family Restoration https://ift.tt/37shUIb by Anonymous The Wizarding world wasn’t able to heal after the damage Voldemort caused. With the help of Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger managed to travel back in time. Sirius only wonders how everything happened, how he is once again within the clutches of his family and the heir to the Black family, and who his mysterious cousin Hermione is, as she seems to fix problems Sirius didn’t even know existed in the first place. Pov: Sirius Black is once again the Black heir, Orion Black is on a killing spree, Walburga Black is busy searching for the perfect wife for her perfect son, Dumbledore and Voldemort are paranoid about being at the end of Orion Blacks famous ire and Hermione is busy saving the world. Regulus is happy to watch from the sidelines. Words: 6351, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Orion Black, Walburga Black, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Andromeda Black Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks, Albus Dumbledore, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Severus Snape, Molly Weasley, Dorea Black Potter, Charlus Potter, Euphemia Potter, Fleamont Potter, Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Amelia Bones, Barty Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Pandora Lovegood, Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Harry Potter Relationships: Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Sirius Black & Black Family, Orion Black & Regulus Black & Sirius Black & Walburga Black, Orion Black/Walburga Black, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter, Regulus Black & James Potter, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Charlus Potter/Dorea Black Potter, Euphemia Potter/Fleamont Potter, Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Regulus Black/Original Character(s), Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black/Hermione Granger, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange & Narcissa Black Malfoy & Andromeda Black Tonks, Alice Longbottom/Frank Longbottom Additional Tags: Sirius Black Lives, Protective Sirius Black, BAMF Sirius Black, Good Parent Walburga Black, Good Parent Orion Black, Regulus Black Lives, Black Family-centric (Harry Potter), The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Black Family Feels (Harry Potter), Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sane Bellatrix Black Lestrange, BAMF Regulus Black, Lily Evans Potter & Severus Snape Friendship, Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Pureblood Society (Harry Potter), Pureblood Politics (Harry Potter), First Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Hermione Granger & Harry Potter Friendship, Morally Grey Sirius Black, Morally Grey Hermione Granger, Warning: Orion Black, Sirius Black is Lord Black via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/WDLbl8w December 24, 2023 at 01:11AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 3 months

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The Other Evans Girl [Part Twenty Eight]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character, Sirius Black x Daisy Evans, James Potter x Lily Evans

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Jasper Thicknesse, Barty Crouch Jr, Mulciber, Walden McNair

Word Count: 4417

Rating: Mature

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many, but it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sisters as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: Hogwarts, Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Marauder’s Era, Teenage Angst, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Crying, Loss of Virginity, First Wizarding War, Love, Kissing, Teenagers, James Potter is a bit of a dick, Hogsmeade, 1970s, Fighting, Loss of Parents, Grief, Babies, Injuries, Gore, Harm, Christmas, The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress // NYE Lily’s Dress // NYE Daisy’s Dress // Lily’s Ring // Daisy’s Ring

Notes: Okay so I’ve been working on updating this and I’ve finally gone through all the chapters already written before I start writing more. It’s changed a lot so I’ve decided it’s just better to completely re-upload it.

If you want tagging let me know

LINK TO AO3 // LINK TO PINTEREST // LINK TO ALL PARTS

After their deal was made Mrs Potter led the girls to the room in the annexe that Daisy had previously inhabited in summer. Daisy longed to go and see the boys and apologise for being so rotten but from her tone Euphemia seemed to be confining them in for the night.

‘Daisy, I know you’re familiar with everything so I’ll leave Lily in your capable hands. All your things are here so I’ll leave you to unpack. If you need anything just shout for Bonney and she’ll be right in, I’ll ask her to prepare you both something to eat,’ Euphemia said, watching them with a sad smile as they looked around their room their attention going back to her as she said, ‘try and rest. We’re just a corridor away if you need us.’

As soon as the door closed behind her Daisy sighed, only just realising she’d been holding her breath since they’d come in, and then down on the double bed, her eyes skimming over the stacks of her stuff tucked in the corner of the room that the boys had brought in earlier. She was tired and sad, and if truth be told, a little hungry. Not to mention that she wanted to speak to the boys, Sirius in particular, as none of them deserved how harsh she had been. Lily was busy checking out the Potter’s spare room but as she turned around she found Daisy watching her.

‘Are you mad at me?’ Lily said not looking at her twin as she took a seat on the bed beside her. ‘No,’ Daisy said honestly, her ire had waned now, ‘I understand why you did it…if anything it was a good thing.’ ‘I can’t believe they offered to help us,’ Lily said, still in shock. ‘I know,’ Daisy said, though knowing just how much they’d done for Sirius she wasn’t surprised in the least. ‘I mean, it’s a good thing we can stay in school and keep the house. And Tuney and Vernon will be happy they’re not having to run the house and their flat,’ Lily said, again trying to convince herself it’d all work out. ‘I don’t think that’s what Vernon was worried about. Probably can’t wait to get his hands on that cash,’ Daisy grumbled. ‘Well, whatever they want to do with it it’s no business of ours,’ Lily said, as always playing both sides between sister’s though she couldn’t deny Daisy probably had a point. Though in an effort to get away from that topic she reverted back to her shock and said, ‘I just feel guilty I mean they’ve been so lovely to us and we hardly know them.’ ‘Honestly? I think they just like that James has someone you know?’ ‘James has got everything,’ Lily scoffed, ‘look at this house!’ ‘Yeah, but money’s not everything we know that,’ Daisy mumbled sadly, ‘besides the way she is with us, his friends, I think they would’ve had another kid or two if they could.’ ‘Maybe, I suppose they’re a bit older than other parents. I guess it’s none of our business,’ Lily said, feeling guilty for speculating given how kind they’d been. ‘You’re right,’ Daisy said before she cracked a smile, ‘this does mean one thing though.’ ‘What?’ Lily asked. ‘You are gonna have to be nice to James now.’

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Daisy woke with a start caused by a loud and sudden bang that yanked her out of the first peaceful night’s sleep she had had in over a week. She sat bolt upright in bed and looked around, spotting a house-elf she didn’t know the name lugging a bag of her laundry out of the room, not noticing they had disturbed her. A glance at the clock told her she had slept for almost twelve whole hours which was probably why she was actually feeling rested for the first time in an age. After chatting with Lily she’d had a bath, changed into fresh pyjamas and enjoyed a hearty bacon sandwich in bed courtesy of Bonney. Whilst Lily went through her things for school Daisy had watched her, listening to her witter on about her plans for revision the first week back, before slipping into a sound sleep.

Now she was awake though she found the room was different. Everything had been tidied away, their suitcases now gone, as was Lily she noticed. That didn’t surprise her, even during the holidays she wasn’t one for sleeping in, and realising she should probably do the same Daisy climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. After a quick wash and brush of her teeth and hair she changed into a new outfit. It was nothing fancy, just a pair of jeans and a thick jumper but it felt good to be in clean clothes for a change. Though when she checked her appearance she was shocked by the face looking back at her. Her eyes were no longer bloodshot and though there were still light bags underneath they were nowhere near the suitcases they had been a few days ago. Still, with a new outfit and her hair brushed so it fell neatly around her face she actually looked presentable for a change.

‘It’s a wonder what a good night’s sleep can do,’ she thought as she exited the room. As she got outside she found the corridor was deserted, as was the games room and the drawing room, the places she’d expected to find her friends. Figuring they’d appear at some point she headed to the kitchen where she found Bonney who offered her breakfast which she declined and a cup of tea which she accepted.

‘Where is everyone?’ she asked the small elf bustled around, readying the cup and kettle for her tea. ‘Master and Mistress Potter have gone to town today, miss. And Master James and his friends are in the orchard,’ she squeaked, as she finished up pouring her a drink. Daisy thanked her and then headed out towards the drawing room, allowing her to get back to the cleaning she’d been doing before she’d disturbed her. It was brighter in here than last night now that the curtains on the large French windows were pushed back, allowing the low winter’s sun to shine in. She looked out, trying to see her friends flying along the treeline of the orchard but she couldn’t spot them, realising they were no longer out there as the door opened and Sirius came in.

He was dressed in flying gear that was a considerable two shades darker implying he was sodden though she hadn’t noticed the rain looking outside. His clothes were also darkened by the amount of mud on him as was his face though she could still see his cheeks and nose tinged with pink under the dirt. He wasn’t looking at her, seemingly preoccupied with something so much so he didn’t notice she was there until he almost walked into her.

‘Dais,’ he said, smiling as he realised she was standing there. Her heart thudded, relieved that he didn’t seem to remember or mind how much of a cow she had been. ‘Hey,’ she said, ‘quidditch?’ ‘Yeah, me and the boys decided to have a two-on-two lucky for us Lily took your place as a ref,’ he smiled. ‘Maybe that’s what she thought being nice to James was,’ she chuckled. ‘Ah, I thought she was oddly jovial though I couldn’t tell because she doesn’t grumble as much as you do,’ he smiled. ‘Well by all means you can have her,’ Daisy said, laughing along before the pair of them silent. Daisy was going to apologise but she didn’t have a chance to as four rowdy teenagers, all in a similar state to Sirius, entered stealing focus. Their faces were red from the cold and their clothes sodden from the rain though Lily was drier than the rest opting to wear her big coat rather than flying robes which looking at them seemed to have been the best option.

‘Well, well, look who’s arisen,’ James chuckled walking over to where Daisy was standing and pulling her into his side for a hug though Daisy pushed him away stating, ‘ew you’re all sweaty and wet.’ ‘That’s the musk of a well-played game Dais,’ James chuckled grabbing her and forcing her face into his armpit until she prodded him hard in his side which made him let go. ‘You’re disgusting,’ Daisy chuckled pulling away and moving to stand behind Sirius as a shield. ‘Padfoot’s not much better of an option,’ James said. ‘Yeah, at least James isn’t covered in blood,’ Peter jibed. ‘Covered in blood?’ Daisy asked worriedly, moving so she could see him properly. ‘It’s nothing,’ he said as her eyes roved over him eventually landing on the place he’d been staring at when he came in. She grabbed his hand which was sporting a nasty gash on the palm and frowned.

‘What happened?’ Daisy asked anxiously. ‘It was an accident,’ Sirius said quietly, placing his hand over hers in an effort to soothe her as well as hide the wound from view. ‘We were playing by the rules,’ James explained, ‘which we don’t normally bother with.’ ‘It’s my fault, I asked why they didn’t play like they do at school so they got all the balls out and well I didn’t realise that a bludger doesn’t distinguish between players and the referee,’ Lily said meekly. ‘That’s why we don’t usually bother with it,’ Remus said. ‘It’s no one’s fault,’ Sirius insisted seeing the worry in Daisy’s eyes, ‘I’ve played with them before not like I don’t know what to do.’ ‘I just got in the way,’ Lily admitted, ‘it would’ve been my head if James hadn’t pulled me out of the way.’ ‘Don’t thank me Padfoot was the one to knock it into next week,’ James said. ‘Yeah, he knocked it so hard it splintered the bat!’ Peter added giddily making Sirius grit his teeth as he realised what his excitement was doing to the nervous girl in front of him.

‘That’s what hurt you?’ Daisy asked worriedly, not noticing she was still holding Sirius’ hand. ‘Yeah but it was nothing honest,’ he said quickly stopping whatever Peter was going to say. ‘You could’ve been really hurt,’ Daisy said worry evident in her voice, ‘all of you.’ ‘It was nothing. Right guys?’ Sirius said staring pointedly at all three boys who added murmurs of agreement as they realised what he was getting at. ‘Yeah but it’s not going to happen again. We’ll just play as we normally do right guys?’ James said. ‘Yeah I prefer it that way anyway. Besides it’ll be fine once we’ve got a proper bat. I bet that one is about a hundred years old,’ Remus said. Even Peter seemed to get the message as he added, ‘we’ll have to ask your mum to get a new one next time she’s in town.’ ‘Good idea Pete,’ James said. Fortunately she seemed to settle with their reassurance at least enough to realise she was still holding Sirius’ palm which she dropped quickly, offering him a weak smile before she followed James in the direction of the kitchen.

It didn’t reassure her completely though because she couldn’t help but think about it. He could’ve been hurt; Lily could’ve been hurt. One wrong move and two more people she loved were gone forever. And that was something she couldn’t help worry about.

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Sirius stood under the scorching water of the shower allowing its warmth to seep into his bones, warming him from the outside in. Once inside the house the girls and boys had gone their separate ways, the latter heading to get changed. Whilst they’d headed upstairs James had rabbited on at him about a new Quidditch move he had been devising and Sirius nodded along though he wasn’t really listening. Luckily for him, Peter held onto every word that James uttered so his presence wasn’t too missed when he excused himself to the bathroom.

Though his hand stung when he held it under the water he did so anyway allowing the warm water to clean away the dried blood and mud that had clung to the gash in his hand until finally it started to run clear. However as the cut became more apparent he realised the wound was deeper than he’d anticipated now he was inspecting it. His mind went to Daisy, as it often did, suspecting she might have been right to worry. He didn’t blame her either as it wasn’t as though he didn’t spend all his time worrying too, always about her, though admittedly it had lessened a little bit after seeing her today. She looked better granted not one hundred per cent herself but close enough it made him feel better. As the water started to become a little cooler he decided to hop out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist as he left the bathroom, a plume of steam following him.

‘Bloody hell mate, save some hot water for the rest of us,’ James said, pushing up onto his elbows from where he had been lying on the bed. ‘There’s plenty left,�� Sirius said sitting down on the armchair in the corner of the room. Since the boys had arrived Sirus had vacated the spare room he had been permanently occupying and bunked in with James. ‘How’s the hand?’ James said, sitting up properly as Sirius shucked a pair of underpants on under his towel. ‘Not too bad, where are the boys?’ Sirius countered. ‘They got changed and went for some lunch, they didn’t want a shower,’ James said. ‘Yeah, lucky for them neither of them got chucked off their brooms into the mud,’ Sirius said, moving to grab a pair of jeans to change in to. ‘Yeah, and lucky for you neither of them mentioned that bit of the story to Daisy eh?’ James said, making him pause to look back at him. Sirius’ eyes narrowed as he asked, ‘what you’d rather I’d tell her the truth?’ ‘Maybe you should,’ James shrugged. Sirius scowled, ignoring him as he pulled his jeans on and then a t-shirt. Once he was dressed he looked at James and said, ‘you saw her face when I told her about the bat splintering I didn’t think I needed to add that after launching it I fell twenty feet off my broom.’ ‘Caught by me,’ James said. ‘Yeah, two people rescued from danger. You’re a hero mate,’ Sirius chuckled. ‘And I can’t even brag about it,’ James said. ‘Well I’m sure Lily’s very grateful,’ Sirius said with a wry smile. ‘I’ll take that as compensation eh?’ James said with a cheeky grin. ‘Maybe you should ask for a kiss at midnight tomorrow, huh?’ Sirius chuckled as he shrugged a jumper on. ‘I’d like to start the year without a dead arm but sure,’ James said rising from the bed. ‘I don’t know,’ Sirius shrugged, ‘she seems a lot more lenient with you these days.’ ‘Speaking of, how’s the plan on telling Dais going?’ James said. ‘It’s not the time,’ Sirius said, sitting back down on the chair to put on some socks. ‘Mate,’ James sighed. ‘She’s just lost her parents. Hardly the time to be burdening her by bearing my soul is it?’ Sirius reasoned, thankful putting on his socks gave him an excuse not to look at James who was watching him disapprovingly. ‘I don’t know I just feel like you’re making excuses,’ James admitted as he climbed off the bed, ‘I mean you’ve gotta tell her some time and god knows she could do with some good news right about now.’

And before Sirius could argue James walked off into the bathroom. Sirius only looked up when he heard the door close fully, flopping back onto the armchair with a sigh as his mind whirred. Should he tell her? In fact he’d already planned to tell her tomorrow anyway. Over Christmas, before he’d started worrying, he’d decided that his pining had gone on long enough and to save her being the only one who didn’t know about his feelings or having to explain why the mystery girl he’d lied about didn’t make an appearance he’d decided to tell her the truth. But that was before the bombshell that had hit. Before she’d been put through the ringer and was already confused about her life as it was anyway. Now it wouldn’t be fair to Daisy to laden her with more confusion whilst she was grieving.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sounds of voices below in the hall. Figuring there was no point waiting for James he headed downstairs and found everyone sitting in the kitchen around the island with mugs of hot chocolate in front of them and a tray of sandwiches in the middle. He slid into the seat beside Daisy who smiled at him before turning back to Remus who was telling them about his Christmas.

‘I’d only gotten to the bit where the Gandalf and Saruman are going to fight when my Dad insisted we go and see my grandma and forbid me to bring it,’ Remus said. ‘Oh my god, you’re nearly at one of my favourite parts!’ Lily said enthusiastically. ‘What’s this?’ Sirius said. ‘Some boring book Lily bought Rem for Christmas,’ Peter said looking bored, the plate of food in front of him surprisingly not enough to alter his mood.

‘It’s not boring!’ Remus and Lily protested in unison. ‘You say that but until Sirius came in I was asleep with my eyes open,’ Daisy ribbed making Sirius smirk. ‘God forbid we try and inject a bit of culture into our group,’ Lily grumbled, missing the way she had included herself as part of the group even if Daisy hadn’t. ‘Don’t bother Lil,’ Remus said, ‘I’ve tried for the past six years.’ ‘We have culture!’ Peter protested. ‘Yeah, Dais and I have a good knowledge of every muggle rock band,’ Sirius said. ‘Yeah, and Sirius, James and Peter could tell you every single winner of the quidditch world cup since 1874,’ Daisy said proudly, ‘you’re just snobby.’ ‘Who’s snobby?’ James said coming into the kitchen, now clean though his hair still held its trademark unruliness. ‘These two,’ Daisy said thumbing at Remus and Lily. ‘We’re not snobby!’ Lily said, ‘but I am happy to change my stance on the remark, you’re very cultured.’ ‘Well that’s something,’ Peter chuckled as James sat down and was immediately flanked by two house elves who gave him a plate of sandwiches and mug of hot chocolate. He took a small sip and winced as the boiling beverage seared his tongue before he said, ‘well whether we have culture or not won’t matter when all of the wizarding world’s high society rock up here tomorrow night.’ ‘Yeah but having Pete talk to the minister of magic about the ins and outs of gobstones rules might be a laugh,’ Sirius chuckled.

As Daisy looked at them laughing about the party she realised she had completely forgotten about it and now it was in the forefront of her mind she realised something else. She had no desire to go. Doing this had been hard enough and though she’d felt okay seeing people for the first time in days she figured seeing all of wizarding high society might not be the same. Sirius seemed to notice the way she had frozen next to him and glanced at her which she caught him doing, offering him a weak smile of reassurance before her gaze dropped to her mug which she picked up in order to have something to do. The gang talked a bit more about the party, though Daisy neglected to participate, and planned what they were going to do once released from their obligations. Sirius noted her quietness but said nothing, deciding he was going to have a word with her later.

Unfortunately, he didn’t get a chance to speak to her much as Fleamont and Euphemia returned home shortly after and insisted the children helped prepare for the party tomorrow. James grumbled that they and the house-elves could get everything done much quicker with magic but Euphemia insisted they do it the muggle way which Daisy found helpful, as it kept her mind occupied. Whilst the boys put up decorations in the drawing room the girls helped Euphemia make plates and plates of nibbles and finger foods ready for tomorrow. And as evening fell everyone had found a rhythm in which to work which meant each job was ticked off the list in quick succession. Just as Lily and Daisy finished filling the dozens of vol-au-vents they had made Fleamont popped his head around the kitchen door and informed them dinner was ready. The girls wrapped up the rest of the food and followed him to the dining room where everyone was already sat, mountains of food laid out on the table.

‘Come on girls,’ Euphemia said on the end of a chuckle, ‘I’m surprised these boys haven’t had my hand off.’ ‘We’re growing lads,’ James protested. ‘Yeah, and we worked till our fingers bled,’ Peter ribbed. ‘I’m surprised we’re not skin and bone,’ Sirius added as the girls descended into their seats. ‘And here I was always told having a girl would be hard work,’ Fleamont chuckled. ‘They’re good as gold dear I always said that,’ Euphemia chuckled smiling at the twins. ‘I’ll not take this to heart, eh?’ James chuckled. ‘I always said you’d look good as a girl,’ Remus said earning a laugh from around the table.

Lily blushed deep crimson at the indirect compliment whilst Daisy dropped her gaze to her plate, surprised as a familiar pang of grief reared its ugly head. Whilst the boys took their entrance as a cue to tuck in Daisy kept her head down hoping to fend off that horrible feeling. She didn’t know why it had come now, for most of the day she’d managed to push it out of her mind but the normality of a family dinner, the laughing and joking washed her with sadness.

She thought it might be Eupehmia’s words, triggering a memory from years ago when her parents had been joking about having another baby.

Her parents had always told them about how they’d wanted three children; it was just that the twins had gotten them there a little sooner than planned. And whilst they’d assured them they wouldn’t have traded how things had worked out for the world they’d joked about having a boy to finish off their little family.

As a child Daisy had been excited by the idea given she was a tomboy in a house full of girly-girls. She smiled as she remembered the younger years of her life, when she and her dad would spend hours together playing football in the garden or when he would take her fishing with him even though she could never sit still long enough to catch anything. She thought about how all of that had disappeared once they had gone to Hogwarts. Of course they’d never meant to drift apart but spending three quarters of the year at school meant that spending time with one other became harder and harder. Had her Dad missed his tomboy when she morphed into the woman she was? Had her mother told Petunia how she missed them but never let on when they were home? Had they been upset when she didn’t come home for Christmas last year? Did Lily tell them that instead of spending time with them she chose to spend it here, with her friends?

Her brain was spiralling, she had zoned out unaware that Euphemia had said something to her and Lily was now nudging her trying to get her attention. As she came to she realised everyone was looking at her, awaiting an answer she couldn’t give. Sirius was watching her from across the table, his brow furrowed in worry, and as her chest squoze tighter she felt weaker which meant the glass she didn’t realise she had been holding slipped from her glass and collided with the fine China plate, splintering both into pieces.

‘Daisy are you okay?’ Fleamont said with alarm, his hand touching her shoulder to try and get her to zone in. ‘Dais?’ Sirius said urgently but Daisy didn’t say anything. Instead, she slid from her chair, unresponsive to the chatter around her and ran from the room. Lily stood up as she disappeared out the door, making to follow her twin but Euphemia stood also and looked at the redhead with a sympathetic smile. ‘I think it’s probably best if we leave her be sweetheart,’ the older witch said gesturing for her to sit back down before she flourished her wand, causing the plate and glass to restore themselves into their normal forms and fly back into the Welsh dresser. Lily nodded and sat down quietly though her appetite was now gone.

‘Do you think she’s okay?’ James said sadly, though admittedly he was watching Lily instead of Daisy. ‘Griefs a funny old thing,’ Fleamont said through a mouthful of bread. ‘Monty please don’t speak whilst you’re eating,’ Euphemia chastised looking sternly at her husband before her gaze turned to her son, her hand on the back of his as she said, ‘I’m sure she’s fine sweetheart. Probably just a little overtired.’ ‘It’s the first day she’s spent doing…well, anything since the funeral,’ Lily admitted. ‘Well that’ll be it,’ Fleamont said smiling at the redhead reassuringly. Lily returned it. ‘Yeah, I mean she’s been busy all day,’ Peter reasoned. ‘Probably just hit her all at once,’ Remus added looking in deep thought about it. ‘Shouldn’t one of us go and see if she’s okay?’ Sirius asked, hoping one of them would support his idea and allow him to go and check on her. ‘Best not, old boy,’ Fleamont said, ‘best to leave her with her thoughts for the night. There’ll be plenty of time to reopen old wounds another night better to let the lass mull it over herself.’

‘Dad’s right best just let her go at her own pace,’ James said, though as the words left his mouth and his gaze met Sirius’ the pair of them realised what that meant. And to Sirius’ relief James nodded signalling he understood.

Sirius wasn’t going to tell her.

Not yet.

SIRIUS BLACK/SERIES TAGS

@maeisafangirl @mysteriouslydelicateface @caitlin1996 @imthebadguyyy

#my writing #the other evans girl #sirius black #sirius black x ofc #sirius black x daisy evans #sirius black fic #hp fic #marauders

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darkouter · 5 years

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barty’s dysfunction, caused by the imperius curse lasting for such a long duration, making him sometimes incapable of mundane tasks and organized thought patterns while recovering because it fried him neurologically and otherwise further triggered his psychosis, just always has me like

MY BOY DESERVES TO BE ABLE TO AT LEAST DRAW WITHOUT BECOMING FRUSTRATED BY HIS DISCONNECTED PERCEPTION AND INABILITY TO TRANSLATE REALITY COHERENTLY ONTO PAPER LET HIM LIVE...... HE RECOVERS ENOUGH BUT THAT STILL HURT ME HORT..... him and his art is pure let him.... let him have t His,,

hot take: i hate crouch and im glad he got boned

#| OOC: HEY GHOULS!#im tired and sad #i have more to do but that one really made me sad and i think i wanna sleep im t ired #me: i feel down so send me memes to make me feel better #also me when the meme prompts me to write sad shit bc barty is a sad man: curb your enthusiasm theme . mp3 #| HC: BARTEMIUS CROUCH JR.#puttin this in the tag cause idk how much ive mentioned abt this on me blogue here #u can't convince me that someone can just bounce back COMPLETELY fine after over a decade of the imperius curse #obviously he isn't fine for other reasons given his manic bullshit but that's inherently tied to this too #it's also a testament to how brilliant my son is because he still did shit superb despite how fucked up he was !!!

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racfoam · 2 years

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Harry being a little shit in the what-if P2

Harry is either really stupid or really brave. She is about to find out.

“I want a cat,”

Lord Voldemort stares. Harry keeps the gaze. “I’m bored, I want a cat.”

“You have Nagini to keep you company,” said Voldemort smoothly.

“Nagini’s your pet. Unless you can get Hedwig, I want a cat.”

“Will you feed it?”

“Of course I’ll feed it. I’m not a kid.”

“You’re fourteen.”

“Soon to be fifteen. How does it feel, to have kidnapped a fourteen-year-old girl?”

Damn it. She quipped him this early in the morning... Too bad Harry didn’t care. She had nothing to lose. If Voldemort refused... Well Harry would just order Barty to get a cat. Barty listens to her. The Crouch heir has a soft spot for her.

“It’s fine, Barty,” said Voldemort, a shark-like smile rising on his face. He leaned forward in his seat. Under the illumination of the light, Harry realized how truly red his eyes were. How dangerous. How threatening. Harry swallowed quietly, but remained strong and sat straight under the piercing, crimson gaze. “My Harriet is testing where the limits of my tolerance lie. I won’t discourage it. It will be fun.”

“Let it be so,” said Voldemort silkily. “Tell Barty which breed, gender and colour you want. It will be your birthday present.”

Harry nodded.

The next day, Barty went to pick up the cat. When he returned, Harry excitedly took the cage and opened up the doors. “He’s perfect!”

Voldemort froze. He stared down at the cat Harry held under the front legs, presenting the cat to the Dark Lord like Mufasa did Simba. The cat had no fur. It was completely white, and slender.

“I notice an uncanny resemblance with me.” said Voldemort, not letting the fact Harriet personally requested the cat slip his attention.

“Yeah,” said Harry. “There’s one glaring difference.”

“Eye colour.” said Voldemort. The cat’s eyes were blue.

“No,” said Harry bluntly. Staring up at Voldemort, she said without a single stutter. “I like Mutton. I don’t like you.”

Voldemort’s slitted nostrils dilated with rage as he inhaled. Before he could reply or much better, grab the feline and snap its neck for having Harriet’s affection, Harriet brought Mutton to her chest, coddling it (that cat was dead meat walking) to her chest, and brushed past him, back into her room.

“It does have an uncanny resemblance with you, my Lord.” said Barty, trying to fix the situation, feeling his master’s growing ire.

Voldemort didn’t speak to Harry for a week, fuming, glaring at Mutton each time he saw him, held in Harry's arms.

#hp fic #female harry potter #my fic writing #harrymort #tomarry

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crouchjr · 3 years

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( boda: zephyr & barty )

La euforia no duró más que la ceremonia, las fotografías y un par de charlas con los invitados. El ánimo que envolvía a Crouch desde entonces era más serio de lo que acostumbraba mostrarse ante las personas, finalmente se culminó la espera de sus padres. No sabía que era lo que más le daba rabia: sucumbir ante los deseos de su padre o encontrarse dentro de la farsa del matrimonio que le repugnaba. Había dejado de contar los vasos que ha consumido. ― ¿A qué hora planeas marcharte de aquí?―preguntó al primer invitado que notó. El hombre miraba su vaso y después hacia la persona―. ¿Me puedo ir contigo? Solo tienes que dejarme en un sitio.

#startergolden #bueno por si aun hay puristas por ahí uwu

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starbonessiren · 3 years

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So I just thought of a cursed (maybe it's not maybe it's just crack) Harry Potter au where it's just the younger way more version Dan Mandel (I think that's his last name) from Dan vs as Harry Potter.

I mean imagine the chaos! Like For sure Draco ends up on the vengeance list but like the occasional "civil" ( i say civil loosely because Dan would probs just drop kick him and take it) convos, would be either full on fist fights or like a shouting match and it would be hilarious, because he has something Dan needs to exact vengeance on another poor soul.

Snape would probably also end up on the vengeance list just for picking on him during the first lesson. Or he would be a role model to Dan for pettiness since Dan would see the extreme amounts of pettiness and be in awe. Either way it'd be great.

Imagine like Dan befriending the twins tho. The pranks for anyone who has wrought dan's ire would be semi-deadly (at least by muggle standards).

Would absolutely befriend Neville and Luna. Dan defending Neville from slytherins and Snape alike. Defending Luna from everyone in the most ridiculous way possible.

Also as we all know Dan is extremely Paranoid so during P.S. he would absolutely be paranoid of Quirrel.

Be suspicious of everything in C.O.S. attempting to beat the shit out of lock heart. Then blowing up the chamber after Tom riddle pisses him off

Immediately call out Remus out on being a werewolf and knowing Sirius personally on the first week, then having no one believe him. So when Snape says anything about it, it's assumed Snape is just trying to get Remus fired.

Learning that Lily Potter was just as petty as Dan is then feeling a little bad about calling him out and then realizing Dan had just given Remus an alabi of sorts.

Cussing everyone out after being picked for the tournament and attempting and failing to break the goblet of fire.

Putting the least amount of effort into the challenges.

Dan attempting to fist fight moody/ Barty Crouch Jr or at least learn his ways in paranoia

Actually setting up a fist fight with Umbitch and people placing bets

Teaching the others about weaponry, bombs, and other dangerous shit.

Not falling for Moldie's bullshit vision

Calls out dumbledore on putting him with Petunia in the first place, and the other bullshit Albus has put him and his friends through. ( We support dumbledore slander in this house hold)

I honestly love this concept and think this would be chaotic as all hell. Anyway this all I have for the au feel free to add more. Please tag me in any fanfics for this concept would love to see what you guys come up with.💕

#april 21 2021 #dan vs revival #dan vs reboot #harry potter #harry potter au #Dan vs Harry Potter #Dan vs au #dan vs #golden trio era

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letysara00 · 3 years

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Hola queridos lectores y fanáticos, bienvenidos un día más a este blog donde se publicarán datos interesantes, información, historias, etc. De series, libros y películas, el día de hoy compartiré mis opiniones acerca de un tema muy trágico para que puedan conocerme un poco más y veamos que tanto tenemos en común. Será mi top de “las 10 muertes más trágicas de la saga Harry Potter” según mi punto de vista y el porqué.

Comenzamos…

10. Alastor Moody, alias “Ojo loco”

La primera vez que tuvimos la oportunidad de ver a Moody fue en “Harry Potter y el cáliz de fuego”. Realmente era el impostor Barty Crouch Jr en clase, sin embargo pasando el tiempo con las demás películas y libros pudimos conocer al Moody original y notar que su personalidad era única. Era un hombre que demostró ser fuerte y valiente con un interés por proteger a Harry a toda costa, lastimosamente no se vio más, simplemente avisaron que había muerto sin descubrir su paradero, en mi opinión murió como el hombre valiente sin miedo a nada que era.

9. Albus Dumbledore

Se que muchas personas pueden pensar que él debería de ir más abajo en el top, ya que supuestamente fue la muerte más trágica para varias personas. En mi opinión Dumbledore fue un gran mago, muy sabio, astuto e inteligente, ese hombre parece que todo sabía. Sin embargo, tomó muchas malas decisiones a lo largo de su vida, también pudo ayudar más a Harry y no lo hizo, si lo ayudó bastante pero pudo haber resuelto varias cosas sin complicar a un niño como Harry, aún así fue un gran personaje y su muerte merece estar dentro del top.

8. Hedwig

Así es, a pesar de que Hedwig solo fuera una lechuza, fue la compañera de Harry durante tantos años. Básicamente era la única cosa viviente que lo acompañaba cuando vivía con los Dursley, ademas que fue muy triste la reacción de Harry y como solo cayó del cielo a la nada sin saber de su paradero.

7. Severus Snape

Muchos pensarán que Snape debería de estar dentro del top 5, lo que no saben es que el mismo cabo su propia tumba. Se les olvida que el no quería que Harry viviera, de hecho a él no le importaba que Voldemort asesinara a Harry y a James, lo único que quería era que mantuviera a Lily con vida lo cual fue algo muy egoísta de su parte. Sin embargo, he de admitir que todos estos años estuvo al pendiente de Harry, a pesar de tratarlo mal siempre lo cuido por Lily, ademas entiendo la parte de que nunca tuvo una vida feliz, su infancia, adolescencia y adultez fueron muy trágicas y nunca pudo estar con su amada Lily.

6. Dobby

Dobby solo apareció en dos películas, sin embargo en los libros fueron más las veces que escuchamos de el, básicamente Dobby fue esclavizado casi toda su vida hasta que Potter lo liberó de los Malfoy. Es muy triste como murió salvando a su amigo Harry y sus últimas palabras fueron muy emotivas, claro que nos encariñamos con el personaje y su muerte es digna de estar en este top.

5. Nymphadora Tonks

A Tonks casi no tuvimos la oportunidad de verla en las películas, sin embargo tenía una personalidad muy carismática y graciosa. Además al leer los libros sabes un poco más de su vida y lo trágica que fue su historia amorosa con Remus, lo más triste fue que murió cuando apenas tenía un hijo pequeño (Ted Lupin), al cual desgraciadamente no pudimos ver en pantalla, incluso en la película me molesta mucho que no le hayan dado importancia a su muerte.

4. Cedric Diggory

Como olvidar la muerte de mi Hufflepuff favorito, Cedric solo apareció en “Harry Potter y el cáliz de fuego”, aunque su participación sólo haya sido aquí eso no quita la gravedad del asunto. Lo triste de esta muerte es que Cedric era solo un joven mago que tenía por delante un gran futuro que lamentablemente se fue a la basura en la prueba final del “torneo de los tres magos”. Su muerte significó además el regreso del innombrable por lo que aún fue más trágica, y no olvidemos como su padre Amos Diggory lloraba inconsolablemente por la pérdida de su hijo de tan solo 17 años, sin dudarlo una de las peores muertes.

3. Remus Lupin

La muerte de mi merodeador favorito me marcó demasiado, es que la vida de Remus fue muy trágica, empezando por su problema licántropo. A los 4 años fue mordido por el hombre lobo Fenrir Greyback, el cual le dejó una maldición de por vida, el se sentía inseguro hasta que finalmente conoció a su grupo de amigos los cuales lo aceptaron. Al momento de la muerte de James y Lily su vida volvió a ser miserable, hasta que conoció a Tonks. Sin embargo fue una historia de amor muy trágica ya que el creía que no la merecía, hasta que finalmente se arreglaron y pudo ser feliz con ella. Al momento de ellos apenas tener al pequeño Ted, murieron trágicamente, y ni siquiera se le dio gran importancia a su muerte. Sin duda uno de mis personajes favoritos.

2. Fred Weasley

¿Quién no ama a los gemelos Weasley? Exacto, y es por eso que esta muerte me afecto demasiado al ser Fred uno de mis personajes preferidos. Fred dejó una huella enorme en nuestros corazones con todas sus ocurrencias junto a George, la verdad es que fue una muerte innecesaria y desgarradora. Ver a Fred muerto mientras los Weasley lloraban, y lo peor, ver a George sin su gemelo y saber que nunca más pudo conjurar un patronus ya que sus únicos recuerdos felices eran con Fred fue muy triste.

Y por último…

1.Sirius Black

¿Cómo olvidar a la última familia que le quedaba a Harry? A pesar de no ser parientes de sangre, era su padrino. Sirius no tenía nada en su vida y fue muy trágica su muerte, despreciado por su propia familia, 12 años en Azkaban y dos años de fugitivo para finalmente morir brutalmente asesinado por su prima Bellatrix. Recordemos que lo único bueno que él tenía eran sus amigos, los cuales fueron asesinados y luego se le culpó a él de esto, cuando finalmente Harry supo que era su padrino tenían planes de vivir juntos y ser una familia finalmente, lástima que no pudo ser así. Sin duda la muerte más trágica en toda la saga a mi parecer, y no olvidemos los gritos desgarradores y el llanto de Harry, simplemente brutal.

Y eso sería todo, muchas gracias por visitar mi blog, espero que encuentren esto interesante y que haya podido resolver sus dudas, nos vemos hasta la próxima.

Bye besos!

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olivers-cocoapuffs · 10 months

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James and Barty in late calls and redbulls

#Also just darksun in general #late calls and Redbulls by regisdrowning on ao3 #james potter #barty crouch ir #darksun #the marauders #the slytherin skittles #Spotify

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astrid-delacour · 11 months

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incorrect marauders quotes as things my friends have said (part idk anymore)

Mary: there’s reggie (mocking)

James: Reggie!

Peter: REGULUS! *points dramatically* JUDAS??!! YAY OR NEY!?

Marlene: Mommy

Peter: excuse my slur but ....

James: *apologized to a rock*

Barty: I have the biggest microscopic penis

Evan: his hands could eat yours for breakfast

(this was all part of the same long disturbing conversation)

Barty: i licked it so its mine (talking about a fictional man)

Evan: NOT EVEN THE CABBAGE CAN CONSOLE ME

Barty: i bite the bastards to claim them

Barty: PLUS LOOK AT HIM

HES SO LICKABLE

Barty: HE LOOKS LIKE HE WOULD BE FLAVORED

Barty: i would lick his pecs they look chewy

Barty: Reg won’t fact check my ass!

Evan: Barty just spawned from the chaos

Sirius: being sent to hell is being cancelled by god

Marlene: Dorcas like chocked me with her things bro

Lily: I’m sure you enjoyed that

Marlene: I did

Dorcas/Barty: I mean sure it’s a federal crime, but I’ll do it

James: I’m peer reviewed autistic

Peter: please dont hit me with your magnet stick

James: I would become religious for breadsticks

Evan: he has posture like a question mark

Barty: maybe it’s the texture maybe it’s autism

Evan: he’s chill except for the occasional war crimes

Barty: I’m like if a guy liked guys but not in a gay way

Evan: Pandora, do you want to get kicked in the balls

Pandora: I have balls???

Marlene: I used to have blue hair and pronouns before I discovered I had pronouns

Sirius: your mom let’s you have whatever pronouns you want?

Pandora: don’t lick his ass

Regulus: my general presence is a shovel talk

Barty: i could have been BEHEADED it was AWESOME

Dorcas: i can't decide if i want her tongue or if i *want* her tongue

Sirius: my closet is dark and not full of penises because I was in denial

Evan: he’s so white his mom had an affair

Evan: Pandora get your boob out of my closet!!!!

Barty: I’m about to whip you where your butt has been

Barty: hold on I have to find my whipping pajamas

Peter: we stan the fuckboi/gym bro lesbian relationship

Barty: honestly a woman is a red flag if she doesn’t have a dick

Barty: I don’t fit in a chickens ass

#marauders #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #all the young dudes #regulus black #barty crouch ir #evan rosier #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #lily evans #pandora lovegood #mary macdonald

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petrificushq · 4 years

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+ ONE CONNECTION

ALICE & BARTY CROUCH (NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO & JORDAN CONNOR) is searching for their HALF SISTER. they’re called MÍTRA / UTP CROUCH and are a fifth/sixth year from any house. they look like COURTNEY EATON / KAYLEE BRYANT / FIVEL STEWART / UTP and applicants do (not) need to get in touch.

details: henrika jörgensdóttir and bartemius crouch married quickly, with children on the way even quicker. consequentially it didn’t take long for hearts to grow distant and eyes to wander at least on henrika’s part, with little mítra crouch as proof of this. while barty snr is now aware of this fact, alice, barty jnr and most importantly mítra herself are unaware of this fact. a bit of a party girl and a wild child, with a reckless streak a mile long she sees this as the source of her parents ire rather than the fact she’s the result of an affair.

#appless rp #marauders rp #marauders era rp #harry potter rp #open rp

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thegoldenyearsrp · 5 years

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LA CAÍDA DE LORD VOLDEMORT.

→ parte II: la muerte de marlene mckinnon.

5 de septiembre, 10:25 p.m.

“Una foto.”

Marlene McKinnon guardó la fotografía en la bolsa de su chaqueta tras susurrar aquellas palabras. Las risas se apagaron esa noche mientras los miembros de la Orden del Fénix desaparecían del lugar, la casona abandonada tornándose en un sitio que siempre recordarían. Aún risueña, se apareció en un callejón cercano, dispuesta a ir a la parada del bus muggle para regresar a casa. Los buenos recuerdos permanecían impresos en la imagen resguardada en su bolsillo.

La curva en sus labios persistía débilmente bajo la luz intermitente de aquel foco que iluminaba a aquellos esperando el autobús. Con la mirada pegada al suelo, Marlene rememoraba lo ocurrido. Un par de pasos provocaron que su visión se elevara. Un anciano hombre le hacía compañía ahora. Por pura intuición le sonrió, a lo cual él devolvió la sonrisa.

“Los jóvenes disfrutan de la noche, ¿eh?” Preguntó aquel desconocido, emitiendo calidez con su gesto. Marlene pensó que seguramente intuyó que venía de una fiesta.

“Como dicen, la noche es joven, ¿no?” Respondió la blonda con otra sonrisa, dedicándole un breve vistazo al señor.

El extraño no dejaba de sonreír. “Es joven” respondió tras un momento el mayor. Marlene notó una pizca de añoranza en las pupilas de aquel sujeto. Seguramente estaría recordando su juventud; aquellos tiempos alocados, llenos de decisiones impulsivas, carcajadas que terminaban por hacer doler el estómago e instantes que parecían interminables. “Buenos tiempos” el hombre asintió.

“Sí, buenos tiempos” concordó la blonda, a la par que una vez más alzaba sus labios a medias. Sus ojos pasearon por la ciudad nocturna, personas transitaban, algunos automóviles cruzaban, pero era el silencio la mayor frecuencia ahí.

Minutos después, el hombre apuntó con su sombrilla al suelo. “Me parece que algo se te cayó” indicó, y Marlene agachó la vista para toparse con la foto de la Orden del Fénix. Por suerte estaba volteada y no se veía más que la blancura de la parte trasera, nada más.

Con presura, la rubia la recogió.

“Oh, sí, gracias” respondió, esta vez guardándola con mayor cuidado. El hombre le extendió una sonrisa suave y Marlene se limitó a sonreír de vuelta, sin decir nada más.

El autobús arribó en los siguientes segundos y la rubia abordó al igual que el anciano. Lo último que recibió de su parte fue otra sonrisa, a la cual McKinnon respondió de la misma forma. Todo era sonrisas. La rubia buscó un asiento. Se aseguró de que la foto estuviera cautelosamente guardada. Suspiró aliviada al notar que así era, recargando su cabeza contra el respaldo del asiento. Disfrutó el resto de su viaje.

5 de septiembre, 11:16 p.m.

Una pequeña nube guardaba el mensaje que Alexius Carrow susurraba a su varita. Permanecía parado ahí, en medio de aquella calle abandonada y oscura, igual que su alma.

“Marlene McKinnon, mi señor. La rubia. Es parte del grupo. Sospecho también que-”

La nube flotó hacia su destino, con el mensaje inconcluso. La varita cayó al suelo en un golpe seco e inesperado.

Alexius Carrow fue arrollado por un automóvil. Un par de jóvenes muggles ebrios lo arrollaron. Perdió la vida instantáneamente.

Sí, la noche era joven.

22 de septiembre.

escrito por dannie ( @lene-mckinnon )

Marlene siempre había sido muy unida a su familia, por lo que desde que se fue a vivir a la misma casa que sus mejores amigas, prometió reunirse con sus hermanos y sus padres dos veces al mes para una comida familiar y una típica convivencia. En aquella ocasión la fecha era el 22 de septiembre, el lugar la casa McKinnon, como siempre. Marlene llegó un poco tarde, pero traía un enorme pastel de chocolate, el favorito de todos. La puerta se abrió, dejando ver a Andrew McKinnon con una sonrisa idéntica a la de su hija, el cual no tardó en tomar el postre que la chica traía en las manos para después abrazarla. “Llegas tarde, pequeña” le susurró su padre, para después besar su frente con ternura.

Una vez dentro de la casa, Rebekah no tardó en encontrarse con su hija e igualmente rodearla con sus brazos, para después observarla con detenimiento. “Has crecido” le expresó, sonriendo de manera dulce. “Oh, no. Son sólo unos tacones nuevos” expresó Marlene sonriendo. Hace unos días había ido de compras para encontrar el atuendo perfecto para aquella ocasión. La conversación pronto se vio interrumpida. “¡Lene!” Expresó en un grito Katherine, para luego correr a encontrarse con su hermana menor y abrazarla, gesto al cual pronto se unieron Adelaide, Eloise y Ryan, todos mencionando cuanto habían extrañado a su pequeña y caprichosa hermana. Marlene tenía una sonrisa en su rostro, pues había extrañado en demasía a todos y cada uno de ellos.

Una vez que los saludos terminaron, todos los McKinnon se reunieron en la cocina para terminar de preparar la comida. Las anécdotas y chistes no faltaron, todo era paz y amor entre ellos; una tierna y sencilla reunión familiar en la cual nadie esperaba lo que pasaría dentro de unas horas. Pronto la cena estaba lista y todos reunidos en la mesa. Empezaron a disfrutar la comida cuando una explosión sucedió y el humo y el silencio reinó en la habitación. Los segundos pasaban hasta convertirse en minutos y Marlene se encontraba inconsciente en el suelo. “¿Están bien?” preguntó con la preocupación en su voz una vez despertó, pero el silencio fue la respuesta. La preocupación era la emoción que reinaba en el cuerpo de la rubia. Con trabajos se levantó y empezó a caminar por su casa, esperando encontrar a su familia pero no encontraba nada, y pronto una risa rompió el silencio.

Marlene corrió en dirección del sonido y se encontró con uno de esos tontos enmascarados riendo detrás de la mascara y sosteniendo el cuerpo inconsciente de su hermana Katherine. “Déjala en paz” expresó a la par que buscaba su varita en el bolsillo de su pantalón, pero claramente se la habían quitado. “Oh, pero si esta fiesta apenas comienza” expresó la enmascarada para después reír, una risa que le helaría la sangre a cualquiera. “Es mas, Marlene, llegas en el momento justo del inicio del show.” Bellatrix Lestrange (quien se encontraba tras la mascara) despertó a Katherine, la cual observó a su hermana con miedo. “Lene, vete de aquí” le suplico la mayor, pero tan terca como siempre, y con el odio que sentía por esos estúpidos, la hicieron quedarse e incluso correr hacia ella y empujarla con fuerza. “Oh, eso lo cobrará tu hermanita” expresó Bellatrix con un tono de voz frío, para luego lanzarle un Crucio a Katherine, logrando que esta chillara de dolor y que Marlene en parte lo sintiera, tratando de acercarse. “¡¿QUIERES APURARTE?!” se escuchó que alguien gritaba desde el piso de abajo. “¡AY, YA VAMOS!” Bellatrix no tardó en tomar a la chica de los cabellos para llevarla hasta la sala donde otras seis figuras enmascaradas se encontraban junto a toda su familia tirada en el piso, todos ensangrentados.

La escena horrorizó a Marlene y le arrebató lagrimas de sus ojos. “Déjenlos en paz, ellos no tienen nada que ver” prácticamente suplicó en un misero intento de salvar a su familia. “¿Por qué íbamos a hacerlo? Son unos traidores cómo tú, y lo merecen. Sabemos que eres parte de ese dichoso grupo y tenemos un mensaje para ustedes: No pueden derrotarnos” expresó la figura que se encontraba en el centro. “¿Podemos ya seguir con esto? Me estoy aburriendo” expresó Bellatrix, aventando el cuerpo de Katherine con los otros. Tomó a Marlene para dejarla inmóvil con un hechizo. Pronto, todos a la par, empezaron con las torturas a los McKinnon. Los gritos eran la peor tortura para Marlene y las lágrimas no dejaban de caer por sus mejillas. “¡DÉJENLOS, POR FAVOR!” Gritaba llena de frustración, pero obtenía como respuesta las risas de varios de ellos.

El tiempo pasaba y la tortura seguía. Uno a uno los cuerpos de su familia perdían el conocimiento. “Acabemos con esto de una vez” expresó una de las figuras, que pronto tuvo la aprobación de las demás, y seis rayos verdes acompañados de aquel maleficio golpearon a su familia. “¡NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” gritó Marlene, aún sin poder moverse. Pronto observó como las seis figuras se acercaron a ella. “Al menos dejen de ser cobardes y muestren quienes son” espetó la rubia con odio, pero recibió un Crucio y luego otro, así hasta que los seis la habían torturado. “Podríamos hacerlo. Total, ¿qué va a decir una muerta?” Expresó una de las criaturas con una voz orgullosa. Pronto las seis mascaras cayeron, revelando a sus portadores: Bellatrix Lestrange, Alec Selwyn, Lucius Malfoy, Barty Crouch Jr., Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange y Baptiste Travers, todos con una sonrisa perversa en el rostro. Fue lo último que Marlene observó pues pronto un Avada Kedavra, proveniente de la varita de Travers, la golpeó, dejándola en el piso.

Crouch se encargó de colocar los cuerpos en la sala para los aurores, junto con un mensaje para aquel grupo.

22 de septiembre, 10:55 p.m.

Un ataque a la casa de los McKinnon.

Las lágrimas empapaban los ojos de Dorcas Meadowes, auror, que se aferraba al cuerpo sin vida de Marlene McKinnon. Había dejado de exigirle que despertara, así como de sacudirlo; ahora sólo lloraba escondida en el cuello de la fallecida, meciéndose de adelante a atrás con él. Alice Longbottom, auror, gritaba desgarradoramente a su lado, abrazada por su esposo, Frank Longbottom, también auror.

Alastor Moody, jefe de aurores, soltó un amplio suspiro mientras avanzaba por el lugar. El olor a muerte esparcido por todos lados. Merlín.

Su pie izquierdo pisó algo.

El hombre bajó la cabeza. Se agachó para encontrar un pedazo de papel manchado en sangre y situado a lado de la pila de cadáveres. Desdobló el mismo, encontrando una frase:

“La guerra no perdona.

Una menos.”

Escuchó exclamaciones de sorpresa en seguida. Entonces alzó la vista hacia el agujero en el techo de la casa, espacio a donde todos miraban.

La serpiente y el cráneo resplandecían en el cielo cual banderín de victoria. Una señal de que aquí se había luchado y ganado una batalla.

Moody retornó la vista hacia el frente. “Expecto Patronum” susurró y de su varita relució un animal. “McKinnon está muerta. Dejaron un mensaje… Mataron a toda la familia.”

El animal corrió fuera de ahí, llevándose el mensaje consigo, misiva dirigida a Albus Dumbledore. Moody respiró profundamente mientras lo veía desaparecer.

La marca tenebrosa resplandeció unos minutos más encima de ellos.

. . .

Los estaban cazando.

#rp español #rp en español #rpg español #roleplay hispano #rp hispano #orderofthephoenix #( el fin de la guerra )

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becausetherearestars · 5 years

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Sit Down, Lucy Dear

Chapter Ten of Lord Thanatos here

Hadrian stiffened as he sensed his mate walking into the room. His hands tightened around the waist of the girl on his lap. The scent of both his donor and mate in the same room was driving the young Vampire crazy, especially since his mate had not yet been claimed and was surrounded by potential threats.

“Luna this is going to be harder than I thought.” He ran his nose along the line of her neck, breathing in her scent, salivating at the steady beat of her pulse under his touch. An impulsive decision and a quick wave of his hand put a privacy ward around the pair, blocking them out from the rest of the Peverell Manor sitting room.

“You know, my Lord, you could just tell him.” His little moon bared her throat more, drawing a soft growl from Hadrian.

“I will not force this kind of connection on him Luna, you know that,” he said as his fangs dragged along her skin. “He will come to me when he wants me.”

“Of course he will, my Lord.” She gasped as his long fangs pierced her skin. Blood, hot and sweet rushed into Hadrian’s mouth as he sucked at his donor’s pulse. He pulled away after a few mouthfuls, delirious look on his face as he licked the wound closed, pulled down his wards and leaned back in his chair.

Across the room, his beautiful blonde mate looked at the pair with unmasked jealousy written across his face. Hadrian knew he wouldn’t have to wait long before either he or Draco snapped.

Severus was waiting in the Peverell Manor sitting room, surrounded by students he had never even pretended to like, his Lord and two of the least annoying Death Eaters.

Severus was tired.

It had been a very long two days and he had this terrible feeling that whatever Hadrian Peverell had decided to do to wreak havoc on the world would, at some point, involve Severus cleaning up Peverell’s mess or saving his stupid hide. Again.

Severus was, however, dedicated to the Dark and the Dark Lord’s goals. And if his Lord believed that Hadrian Peverell would be instrumental in achieving those goals, Severus would do as he was told. It was what he was best at, after all.

And if Albus Dumbledore came away from this with barely a scrap of his current power and social standing, Severus would be an extremely contented man.

Sitting next to Severus on a large bronze and blue couch was one of the only people Severus would think to call friend, Lucius Malfoy. Severus was intimately acquainted with the less than stellar aspects of Lucius’ personality and therefore was not remotely surprised when the blonde man stood up suddenly and pointed an accusing finger at Hadrian Peverell. An extremely stupid thing to do in Severus’ eyes, considering said Vampire was currently in the presence of his Donor and his inner circle. Threatening Vampires in front of what they considered theirs was, generally, just a horrible idea if you wished to keep your blood inside your veins.

“I need some explanations,” Lucius said bluntly and Severus wondered, not for the first time, how this man made it into Slytherin. He could see Draco a few chairs over thinking something similar and felt a surge of pride for his godson. He was much more sensible than his father.

Peverell, who had been in a deep discussion with Barty Crouch Jr., of all people, while he wasn’t not-so-secretly draining the blood out of Lovegood, turned from the younger Death Eater and raised a hand to quell Crouch’s snarl in Lucius’ direction. “Yes, Lucy dear, what can I explain for you?”

The Malfoy Lord’s face flared at the nickname and Severus was amused to note the Dark Lord snorting into his whiskey glass, clearly enjoying the entertainment. Even though the Dark Lord was back to being as sane as he was when Severus pledged his loyalty, if not saner, the Dark Lord still enjoyed the humiliation of his followers every now and then. Or maybe it was just Lucius.

“You!” Lucius spluttered out and Severus could see Draco’s face getting increasingly more mortified. His father was about to make a fool of himself. “How did you do this?” he gestured wildly around the room, “Do you really expect me to believe you have been deceiving us all this time?”

Severus thought that, yes, Peverell had most likely been deceiving them all this time and that he, along with the entire wizarding world, had severely underestimated the wrath of an intelligent and powerful young man. Severus was glad to be on Peverell’s good side and was not going to be doing anything, any time soon to change that position. No matter how much he hated the boy’s father.

“Well Lucy,” Peverell drawled, a hint of a growl lacing his voice. “As I have proven to you already, you don’t know me.” The arm wrapped protectively around the Lovegood girl tightened and Peverell’s eyes flicked briefly to Draco.

“As far as I can see, the likelihood of me deceiving you of all people, and getting away with it, is considerably more likely than your ego is able to admit. So, I will ignore this rude outburst and kindly ask you to return to your seat before you see what threatening me in the presence of those that are mine will do to you.”

Severus noticed the young Vampire’s eyes flick to Draco yet again and a sense of dread worked its way into his stomach. He had a feeling Peverell knew exactly who his mate was and was going to be especially irritable until that bond was claimed. Lucius was sure to be on the receiving end of a lot of Vampire ire when Draco was around if he continued to deny Peverell’s authority.

Lucius sat back stiffly on the couch and glared at the young Vampire, shrinking back slightly when a growl rippled through the air. Severus did not fail to notice the slight blush that appeared on Draco’s cheeks at the show of dominance the Vampire displayed and knew there was already nothing he could do to stop his godson from eventually bonding with, possibly, the most powerful creature in the world. At least he couldn’t aim any higher.

“Perhaps, Hadrian, we should explain a little more before poor Lucius here loses his head?” the Dark Lord said, unsuccessfully hiding his smirk behind his whiskey glass once again. Lucius shrunk further back into the couch as he remembered the Dark Lord was present in the room for his outburst. Severus wanted to pity his friend, but couldn’t deny that Lucius got himself into these situations all on his own.

“Are all those things people talk about true?” Draco asked. “Like did you really stab a Basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor?” Severus was admittedly quite excited to find out what the Golden Boy had actually got up to during his years at Hogwarts. People worshiped the ground he walked on and, despite the proof sitting in front of him that Hadrian Peverell was nothing short of brilliant genetically, Severus wanted to know what more Dumbledore had been hiding from him concerning the boy.

“Well,” Peverell started, “there was the Philosopher’s stone in first year. Dumbledore had it all planned out to trap Tom and test me at the same time, but he obviously didn’t count on me having a mind of my own.”

“I managed to make a cheap replica of the stone, steal the real one and get a vow of non-combatants from old grumpy-face here all before Christmas. The test at the end of the year was all for show and I’m honestly still baffled that the man was so completely fooled by an eleven year old and a clinically insane wraith. He really is getting old.”

Looks of approval were shared through the room. “You made a Philosopher’s stone that was convincing enough to fool Dumbledore?” Severus said, looking at Peverell like he had never seen him before, and in truth he probably hadn’t. He had realised in the past two days that the Harry Potter Dumbledore had essentially described for the world was nothing like the young man in front of him.

“Well yeah, but it never would have worked as one.”

Severus didn’t even want to think about the dismissive tone Peverell used when saying that. This boy always managed to give him a headache, secret prodigy or not.

“Second year was all Lucius really, wasn’t it Tom?” Hadrian said. Eyes full of mischief as the Malfoy Lord paled considerably and shrunk even further into the couch. Severus decided that he needed to have a chat with Narcissa. They needed to keep a closer eye on the blonde prat before he got himself killed.

“Indeed,” Tom said, “he should be exceedingly grateful that you and I were working together already because that year could have ended very painfully for him.” Lucius glanced at Peverell with, what was probably a pleading look, and Peverell couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes, well, I had a wonderful time conversing with your diary my dear and, even though I had to deal with the major temper tantrum at the end of the year, I have to say it’s one of the most engaging conversations I’ve had with you.”

Gasps came from both Malfoys and Severus who were shocked beyond belief that someone would dare talk to their Lord in that manner. Barty just smothered an amused snort, slightly more used to the way the two Lords interacted, but never willing to incur either of their wraths.

Severus noted that Peverell’s followers were gazing at the Vampire with awe in their eyes. There was no doubt that the boy had them completely in his pocket and he wondered if this was what it was like when the Dark Lord himself was at school. What a terrifying thought indeed.

“I never did kill the basilisk, Draco, but I did find the sword of Gryffindor while I was down in the Chamber.” Peverell said gazing intently at Severus’ godson with a look in his eye that confirmed his earlier suspicions. He was going to have to look out for anyone that would become a threat to the blonde boy, lest he have to deal with a potentially homicidal and extremely protective Vampire. “I’ll show them both to you one day, if you like?”

Draco nodded emphatically and Severus sent up a prayer to whatever gods were listening that the world would survive Hadrian Peverell and Draco Malfoy working together.

“Third year was a clusterfuck completely the fault of Peter fucking Pettegrew.” Peverell snarled and Severus had to agree with him on that one. The little rat was possibly the most hated man in all of magical Britain for all the trouble he’d caused. “Can I have him by the way?” Peverell asked, turning to the Dark Lord with a questioning look.

“He’s already in the dungeons waiting for you, my dear,” the Dark Lord said with a smile that could cut diamond. Peverell only smiled back just as sharply.

He adjusted Lovegood’s position on his lap and began talking to the room again. “Tom had begun sending me nutrient potions and food the summer before so I was stronger that year than the ones before. The Dementors were a pain though.” Peverell said and Severus was once again hit by the realisation that he had been brewing potions for the boy for a very long time, and was likely one of the only reasons he was alive and healthy right now. It was a strange feeling for Severus and he wasn’t sure how to feel after so long actively hating the brat.

“I found out Pettegrew was the traitor from Tom the year before and had no idea why my godfather was so intent on getting in to Hogwarts until I saw the stupid rat’s name on the Map.”

“What map?” Draco asked and Severus was glad he wasn’t the only one who picked up on that and wanted to know more. He didn’t want to seem curious after all.

“My fathers, Remus Lupin and Pettegrew made a map of Hogwarts when they were in school. It shows not only where everything is, including secret passageways and whatnot, but also where every person in the castle is. It can’t be fooled by polyjuice, animagi or invisibility cloaks and is really quite handy at insulting people.” The stupid brat had the audacity to wink at Severus then and he had the quell the instinctive urge to take ten points from Gryffindor.

“I can still confiscate items when we get back to Hogwarts, brat,” Severus said to the bane of his existence. “And give you detention.” He added just because he could.

“Ah, but Severus, then I wouldn’t let you use it,” the boy smirked at him and damn if he wasn’t a little bit tempted. “And what would be the fun in that?” Severus scoffed dismissively but said no more on the matter undoubtedly confirming his desire to see, and thus use, the possibly ingenious creation of the thrice damned Marauders.

“That year ended as all others have, with a showdown between that year’s ‘great threat’ and my ‘friends’. The Weasel, Granger and I ended up following Pettegrew and my godfather to the Shrieking Shack where my information from Tom was confirmed and Pettegrew was revealed to the rest of the Golden Trio. We were interrupted by Lupin and Severus and it all went to shit from there.”

Peverell looked a little exasperated, and Severus really couldn’t blame him. If he had gone through half of the ‘challenges’ Albus Dumbledore had put the boy through, he’d be a little exasperated too. Perhaps more so, but he doubted he was seeing all of Peverell’s emotions right now.

“We decided to take everyone up to the castle to sort everything out legally and then the full moon came out. Lupin is a werewolf, you see, and after nearly thirty years of taking the wolfsbane potion every full moon, without fail, he ‘forgot’ that night.” Severus’ eyebrows rose, he hadn’t thought of that. He’d always been too busy disliking the wolf on principle.

“I’m convinced Dumbledore had some interference, and knew exactly what was going on in the Shack, because after being attacked by a werewolf and ambushed by over a hundred Dementors, Dumbledore sent me and Granger back in time to save a Hippogriff and an Azkaban escapee. Both of whom could have been saved by Albus-I-hold-a-position-on-every-board-imaginable-Dumbledore with little effort on his part. In fact, I have all but confirmed that Sirius wasn’t allowed to be free in Dumbledore’s eyes because it meant I would legally have a closer blood relative than the Dursley’s.”

Lucius looked shocked and Severus hoped he wasn’t going to say something stupid again. “Sirius Black is a blood relative of yours?” Draco looked intrigued as well but Severus noted that everyone else in the room seemed to know what this meant. He hated being in the dark like this.

“Yes, my Grandmother was a Black from the main line. And, when I was born, Sirius blood adopted me and named me his heir. He knew even then that he would produce no heirs himself and I have always been like a son to him.”

Lucius looked enraged again. Severus really had no idea why this made any difference to the man’s life, or why it made him angry, despite the knowledge there was a child who shared blood and genetics with the stupid Black mutt. “You’re the Black heir?” Severus’ blonde disaster of a friend said incredulously and Severus had to stop himself from lowering his head into his hands and groaning in despair. Lucius really was too prideful sometimes. He had no right to his wife’s former family’s title despite his insistence.

The haughty look Peverell sported now told Severus exactly how he felt about his inheritance being questioned by a Lord of lower standing. “No, Lucius,” the young Vampire purred, “I’m the Black Lord.”

The blonde was standing up again before Severus could stop him, his face contorted in rage. “You don’t deserve such a title,” he sneered and Peverell just leaned back in his seat seemingly at ease with the situation. Despite this, Severus could see the tenseness of his shoulders and was sure the Vampire would be at Lucius’ throat within a second if he were pushed too far. “That title belongs to my son, not some filthy halfblood.”

The room was silent except for the slightly ragged breathing coming from the Malfoy Lord. Severus was shocked. He could see Draco was shocked too.

As was the Dark Lord. And Peverell’s followers.

Barty looked positively murderous.

Hadrian Peverell did something completely unexpected. He laughed.

A loud, probably genuine laugh that seemed to increase the tension in the room rather than ease it.

“Is that right, Lucius?” Peverell said, his voice turning dangerous as he passed the Lovegood girl to Barty and finally stood. He was taller that Lucius only by a centimetre or two but he seemed to tower over the Malfoy Lord as his magic whipped around him. “I have purer blood than you could ever hope to have, Lord Malfoy.” The title was said with such condescension that Severus would bet his best cauldron even Lucius could pick up on it.

“I have the blood of a Most Noble and three Most Ancient and Noble Houses running through my veins and I am the Lord of all four of them. You speak to me as if I am below you, but one word from me and your family name becomes synonymous with dirt throughout the British Isles. Every name I hold is older and richer and more respected than the Malfoy name and, if you push me Lucius, I have thousands of years to watch as every Malfoy who thinks themselves better than me falls. And they will know it is all your fault.”

Severus watched as his friend’s face got considerably paler as Lord Peverell continued to talk. He re-organised his mental schedule to make sure he spoke to Narcissa as soon as possible. He didn’t think Peverell would ruin Draco but he had to make sure Lucius knew his place.

“I am a full-blooded Living Vampire and therefore the literal top of the magical hierarchy, Lucius. So much more than the diluted Veela blood you try to hide from the world while you preach blood purity like you aren’t a hypocritical idiot who doesn’t know when to shut his mouth.” Peverell was in Lucius’ face now. Fangs bared, eyes glowing and magic choking the air from the room. Lucius was fucked if he didn’t stand down and Severus hoped he knew that.

“The only reason I haven’t already taken action against your disrespect, Lucius, is because your Lord likes you for some reason that I will never understand. I do not want to ruin your son and the pride he has in your Family name but I will if you continue to push me. Do you understand Lucius?”

Lord Peverell stalked back to his seat and sat in the most elegantly lazy position Severus had ever seen. One ankle crossed over the other leg and arms spread on the arm rests, he looked sculpted by the gods, like a predator wrapped up in the most beautiful and dangerous package they could come up with. Lucius was fucked.

“Yes, my Lord,” Lucius said meekly, attempting to retreat to his seat when Peverell cleared his throat.

“No, Lucius, I think you should address me with my full title tonight.” Peverell said, malice veiled behind a pleasantly sweet expression. Severus thought it was likely more terrifying than the anger he displayed just moments before. “That would be Lord Peverell-Ravenclaw-Black-Potter, to you,” the young Vampire said and Lucius’ eyes widened.

“Heir Slytherin as well if you don’t mind,” the Dark Lord said darkly and Severus was sure Lucius would be facing the wrath of their Lord at some point in the near future. Why he couldn’t just keep his mouth shut and act like a Slytherin, Severus didn’t know.

He sneaked a look at Draco and sighed at the mortified look on the Malfoy heir’s face. Likely he could not believe his Father would lack even a modicum of tact or decorum in any situation. Especially in present company.

Lucius bowed then, low and deep. Just a fraction higher than he usually would for his sworn Lord. His face deathly pale and displaying the full depth of his regret at speaking out of turn. “Yes my Lord Peverell-Ravenclaw-Black-Potter, Heir Slytherin. I apologise.” Peverell nodded his approval and Lucius slunk back to his seat. He was likely to remain silent for the rest of the night.

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