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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 days

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plot twist, Fenrir Greyback is on Voldemort's side because Tom saved him from Hagrid's parenting

Anon's referring to this post.

You know...

I have nothing to say.

Nothing.

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #rubeus hagrid #anti rubeus hagrid #fenrir greyback #meta #headcanon #opinion

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starrylayle · 23 days

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To all those shippers that depict Sirius as a self-absorbed, short, fem twink with a flare for dramatics -- and Remus as a tall, angry, buff, dom werewolf daddy -- go ahead, it's a fully rounded dynamic! You're actually shipping Gilderoy Lockhart x Fenrir Greyback though! Remember to tag correctly folks! Hope this helps 🥰 🥰

#remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #marauders era #wolfstar #marauders hcs #anti fanon #gilderoy lockhart #y'all this is a joke btw #yes these characterisations annoy me #but at the end of the day we're all obsessing over the fucking harry potter series #i just enjoy being a hater #but also....#maybe consider ur not actually a sirius stan but a gilderoy one?#lmaoo i need to chill #anyways #anti marauders fandom #kinda.....?#fenrir greyback

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ylieke · 1 month

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"Remember me?"

I was deeply impressed by the fact that lycanthropy was meant to be a magical allegory for blood transmitted diseases, such as AIDs. So yes, Fenrir gave Lupin an STD, when he was a little kid. So much to unpack here....

#my art #harry potter #harry potter fanart #remus lupin #fenrir greyback #fenrir #lupin #warewolves #young lupin

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popcornhee · 1 year

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There will always be stars in my drawings, because sirius will always be there for him.

#marauders #marauders fanart #moony #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #padfoot #remus lupin #wolfstar #all the young dudes #atyd remus #atyd sirius #greyback #fenrir greyback #fenrir

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lulublack90 · 2 months

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Prompt 25 - Invincible

@jegulus-microfic February 25 Word count 994

Previous part First part

Regulus was waiting outside Rosier House. He’d wait outside until he spotted Lily Evans. She was James’s friend. If he told him his theory, she’d never be questioned. This was too important for sentimentality.

Hours passed before he spotted her. He stepped out of his hiding place just as she passed him.

“Evans,” He spoke clearly. She spun around, wand raised, and fired a stunning jinx at him. If he hadn’t been such a proficient duelist, she’d have knocked him off his feet. However, he was, and she didn’t. “I only want to talk, Evan’s. No need for violence.” Lily did not lower her wand.

“What do you want, Black?” Her scowl was giving Regulus’s a run for its money.

“I just need you to answer a few questions for me.”

“And why would I ever tell you anything?” She still had her wand in her hand and twitched it up slightly.

“Because if you don’t, I’ll tell the Order that you regularly sneak into Rosier House. A house of known death eaters. Don’t think that will look good for you, will it?” Regulus watched as her pale skin went paler.

“Please. They don’t know about Pandora, please.” She begged.

“Then answer my questions.” She nodded. “Have you told Pandora any information you shouldn’t have?”

“What? No! We don’t talk about stuff like that.”

“So you haven’t been passing information to the Death Eaters?”

“What? No. I’d never do that!” She fully raised her wand this time. “What are you getting at Black?” Regulus took no notice of her defensive stance.

“There is a spy amongst the Order, and I had to check it wasn’t you.” Well, at least that was one down.

“Why would you care about that?” She questioned.

But before he could answer her, the mirror heated in his pocket. “One moment, please. I need to take this.” He ignored Lily while he flipped it open.

“Hey Reg, I’ve got some news. Dumbledore agreed with everything. He’s asked that we arrange a meeting to figure out how to track down the H—”

“James, shut up!” He hissed, cutting James off. “I’m not in a secure location.”

“Shit, sorry.”

“How quickly can you get to Rosier House?” It would be easier to do this now if he could make it. “Bring Sirius if you can.”

“It’s safe, right?” James looked worried. He didn’t trust Evan and Barty as much as Regulus did. He sighed and handed the mirror to Lily.

“Tell him it’s safe.”

“Lily?”

“Oh, hi, James. Erm, yes, you’ll be safe here.” She quickly handed the mirror back to Regulus. “Can I go now?”

“Yes, but I want you and Pandora in Evan’s room in…” He looked at James, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, erm, give me an hour. What about Peter?”

“What about him?”

“Well, he’s one of us, isn’t he? So, should I bring him along? Dumbledore said we need as many people as possible.” Regulus wasn’t happy about this. He’d always thought Pettigrew was a weak, weaselly person.

“Does he know Sirius’s current status?” He asked, thinking this would be a good way to narrow down his answer.

“No, I haven’t seen him to tell him,” James admitted.

“Then no, James.”

“But, Reg—”

“No, James, it’s too important.” James groaned but didn’t push it.

“I’ll be there in an hour.” He said, and then he was gone.

“You have an hour, Evans,” He told Lily, “Tell the others when you go in. I need to go pick up one more person for our little group.” With that, he apparated to a secluded clearing in a forest in the midlands.

In moments, he was surrounded by grubby men and women. Regulus ignored them.

“Lupin you about?” He said calmly. Remus pushed through the other wolves to stand opposite Regulus.

“How’s it going, Black?” Remus had a few new scrapes on his face and arms, and he was covered in forest, but other than that, he looked alright.

“You coming then?” Remus nodded. He closed the gap between them.

“Remus!” A voice rang out across the clearing. Remus seemed to shrink. “You have three hours. Be back before then, or we’ll hunt you down.” Remus’s head bowed low.

“Yes, Fenrir.” His voice was quiet. Regulus grabbed his arm and apparated them away.

“Go get a shower, Lupin, you need it,” Regulus ordered when they arrived at Rosier House. Remus didn’t even fight. He went straight into Evan’s bathroom.

A blur of black curls raced across the room at Remus when he emerged from the shower. Sirius clung to him with tears streaming down his face, making Remus wobble and fall onto the floor. Neither of them seemed to care.

Regulus gave them a moment while he greeted James with a bit more decorum while they were in company.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “Sirius, we need to get started. We only have two and a half hours before Remus needs to be back, or we put him in danger. The quicker we get through this, the more time you can have with him.

Sirius pulled himself together but refused to let go of Remus. Regulus made a start.

“We believe Voldemort has created Horcruxes. If this is true, he is invincible.” The silence in the room was deafening. “Unless we track down and destroy them. That is now the job of everyone in this room. I can not express how important it is that no one outside this room finds out what we are doing. You can tell no one. I don’t care who you think you can trust. If they aren’t in this room, you don’t tell them anything. We’re all that stands between Voldemort winning or losing.”

He felt the determined shift of the room, and he let himself believe they were going to win. James wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

“So, where do we start?” James smiled at him, proud of how far Regulus had come.

Next part

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mirroredmemoriez · 2 months

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Werewolves designs and other shit

Got bored- Remembered I have free choice to make posts on anything I want... So here I am with opinions no one asked for. As the title suggests, it's about werewolves. Starting off, I don't believe I need to explain what a werewolf is. However, I'll put it out there that in most descriptions and depictions it's meant to be a humanoid wolf. I say this because you'll find that in some movies or books it's just a person turning into a giant wolf with no human features or movement such as standing on two legs. (Or like a minotaur situation where the body is a human, but the head is a wolf.)

Here I've collected just human references and anatomy- This is so I can make comparisons and such. Humans vary heavily in the way that we look, due to things such as lifestyle and genetics. At base level, of course we're HUMAN. However, things like our body types, hair texture, eye colour or shape and yada yada all can change the way we look and create differences between us and somebody else.

This is the same for wolves, though maybe not as noticeable compared to humans? Mostly things like their size, coat colour or thickness and etc is what separates them from one another. Looking at their head shapes also can show what species they may be. Generally, they're a pretty lean animal seeing as wolves are known for their running endurance to hunt prey. Being too big would slow them down... I mention this because some depictions of werewolves people make them too muscular in my opinion? It's like they're hairy body builders. Speaking of werewolves- Let me try draw this post back to where I started it! First I wanna look at almost shifted werewolves, so not fully transformed.

(Also I will be using depictions and characters which aren't labelled necessarily as a ''werewolf'' but share many features or similarities. For example, Bigby from The Wolf Among Us.) The common things we usually see is an increase in hairiness, canine growth and eyes becoming highlighted- Usually yellow, though sometimes the werewolf maintains their natural eye colour. We also have ears becoming pointed and the area around the eyebrows and forehead starting to protrude more. All of these things when done right I enjoy in a werewolf design! Though, it's a given that some do it better than others... One of my favourite werewolf designs and transformations has to go to the movie An American Werewolf In London.

This to me is one of the PEAKS of werewolves in media. I could probably make a full post on just this movie... It's one of the most iconic designs and for good reason. Not to mention, I love practical effects, especially in horror. One of my dreams is to make a movie with them. Enough gushing though. What do I like? Well, it's grotesque nature really. A transformation shouldn't just be BAM you're a ball of fur in my eyes. The amount of change is crazy and so glossed over.

The transformation literally has bones extending along with all the muscles and tissues alongside. Don't even get me started on what the organs may have to be doing? A human heart could not support a werewolf body, it just wouldn't be big enough... That muscle would literally have to increase in size to be able to deal with the power behind the body of a wolf. Yes, I'm aware they're supernatural and I shouldn't try heavily to apply science to them... However, I don't care? A TRANSFORMATION WOULD BE HORRFIC AND PAINFUL, SO IT SHOULD BE SHOWN AS SUCH! It's also why I headcanon that turned werewolves have the chance of just dying straight up with their first transformation, compared to ones just born as a werewolf because of how extreme the change is. Anyway! Some more designs.

I think what some suffer from, is leaning either too close to a human and or leaning too close to a wolf? They can't find a balance and at times it's like a worse rendition of the Cats movie.

Like here, the werewolves from The Quarry almost lean into some classic vampire depictions. The teeth I like! But the lack of hair and flatter snout just means it's not really screaming WEREWOLF at me.. More so a general mutant. (QUICK ADD! A flatter snout doesn't always break a design. It's just when other features such as hair are also lacking that it starts becoming less wolf in nature to me.) We've also got a more recent werewolf to look at... Which is Enid from the Wednesday show. Because fucking hell, that was a disappointment? She ended up looking like a mix between the Ice Age baby and Diego the saber tooth tiger.

They did her so fucking dirty... And it would actually be very simple to fix! This could be salvaged- It just wasn't. Somebody saw that design and green lit it and whoever you are, why? I think I'll end this here now because I've reached the image limit... If anyone has any questions about certain things I've mentioned, feel free. I also want to state that this is pure opinion and by no means supposed to spread hate towards anything? It's your world, if you wanna draw your werewolves like the Sims 4, who am I to stop you? THIS IS MAL OUT! AND IF YOU'VE READ ALL OF THIS YOU'RE SOMEHOW MORE UNHINGED THAN I AM CURRENTLY. (I MAY MAKE A PT 2 AS I DO HAVE MORE THOUGHTS AND MENTIONS TO MAKE.)

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not-rab · 1 year

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Regulus smiles under the mask and says, "you're a dark creature, but you're not a dark wizard; you're only trying to be. It's in your name that you're grey after all."

"I'm a dark shade of grey, boy", Greyback replies furiously, but Regulus just smiles again and says ", do you know what's darker than grey though?" before removing his mask and relishing in the way Greyback's eyes widen in surprise.

"Black."

JUST OMG REMUS AND REGULUS FRIENDSHIP 😭😭🫶🫶

(IF YU WANT TO READ THE FIC ITS “Whatever happened to the young, young lovers” BY “georgia_sk”)

#regulus black #reggie black #regulus deserved better #jegulus #remus lupin #moony #the marauders #marauders era #marauders #rosekiller #wolfstar #sirius black #fenrir greyback #werewolf #slytherin skittles #dead gay wizards #fanfic #black family

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thistlecatfics · 3 months

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Could I hear about Remus/Fenrir please?

I started writing this after a week where multiple clients were processing the feeling of going back to someone who had hurt you and the shame of that experience (even though it's so incredibly normal and common!) I'm not really sure what I want to do with what I've written (if I want to make it into a coherent one-shot or incorporate it into a larger wolfstar fic), but here's some of it!

Remus/Fenrir

Trying to take power from your abuser

Feeling monstrous

Letting Fenrir fuck him was easier when he was drunk, but even when he was sober it was all Remus could think about now.

Dumbledore talking about increased security for Muggle gatherings suspected to be targets of attacks had Remus thinking of Fenrir’s teeth – yellowed and sharp and repulsive and enticing all at once.

James asking him if he was doing alright had Remus considering the sharp inhale Fenrir made when he was turned on and nothing was going to stop him.

And Sirius -

Sirius only touched Remus when he was drunk, and Remus wondered if Sirius was to himself as he was to Fenrir. The desire to fuck the monster so humiliating that it took a thick layer of firewhiskey to tolerate.

Sirius was drinking more than Remus was, and Remus might have been drinking more than he ought to, but Sirius held his liquor well and always showed up to his assignments full of energy no matter how little sleep he may have gotten the night before.

The war was wearing on Remus. The werewolves were wearing on Remus. Lying to his friends about the werewolves – the werewolf – was wearing on Remus.

Staying with the wolves extra nights of the month, well past when Dumbledore needed him to, gave him a few more days of not lying. Well, not lying to anyone he cared about.

(He didn’t care about Fenrir.)

(When he told him wizarding society had rejected him totally and the truest part of himself was drawn to the pack, to the wolves, to him he was lying.)

(He was lying.)

Remus was a good liar. He didn’t lie to Dumbledore because that would have been impossible. He lied to James and told him, yes, he was alright, just tired, just worried. He lied to Peter, telling him, yes, he cared about Peter’s mother and wasn’t it so sad. He lied to Sirius without his words telling him, yes, this is fine, all I want is a drunk fuck twice a month, yes I believe you when you say you’re alright when I know you were shooting out curses to your family. He had enough selves tied up in trunks in his mind that it wasn’t even lying to himself. Each part was telling the truth, even if they contradicted.

Remus Lupin was a wizard. Remus Lupin was getting fucked by Sirius Black, drunk and beautiful, and was making excuses for him and why his curses never seemed to strike the Death Eaters with raven-black hair. Remus Lupin was a werewolf. Remus Lupin was getting fucked by Fenrir Greyback and making excuses to stay with the pack longer so he could get fucked again by the monster who turned him.

If he chose to lay for Fenrir. If he chose to pull off his robes and stand naked for Fenrir with his scars exposed, the the unhealed bruises and scratches from the moon exposed, with bony limbs exposed, with his cock, humiliatingly half-hard already, exposed, then he was not Fenrir’s victim.

Maybe this time it’ll be different. Maybe this time it won’t hurt. Maybe this time the physical pain will be cleansing and he’ll wake up tomorrow anew.

#fenrir greyback

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dramioneasks · 2 months

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The Best Mistake - Chels_Writes_a_Fic - E, 26 chapters, Words: 127,444 - Hermione Granger does not make mistakes, at least not often. After making the biggest, dumbest, most horrible mistake of her life, Hermione must deal with the repercussions while keeping her relationship with her Auror partner, Draco Malfoy, strictly professional. He, of course, has other plans. Amidst a resurgence in Death Eater activity, the likes of which Britain hasn’t seen since the First Wizarding War, Hermione will come to realize that the mistake she’s made with Draco might not be so bad at all. It just might be the best mistake.

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toomanyfandoms-notenoughfics · 8 months

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Celestial Beings

Chapter Five: Small Freedom

Characters: Reader, Molly Weasley, Sirius Black, Lucius Malfoy, Fenrir Greyback, Remus Lupin, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley

Summary: Nightmares lead to simple dreams, and (y/n) finally gets out of her cell.

Word Count: 3,565

Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Child abuse, Trauma dreams, mentions of torture, drowning

Reminders: @rainychaosmiracle

“Fear, despair, anger, hatred. Simple, easy-to-manage emotions.” a disembodied voice lectured. “But only if you have the strength to do so. Otherwise, you’re no better than those mud-bloods and half-breeds. And what would your father say if he saw you like this?”

(Y/n) looked up, a broken mirror showing a small, bloodied child. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to scream but no sound came out. She tried to stand, to move anything other than her head, but to no avail. Her limbs felt like lead, too heavy to lift.

“Poor (y/n), can’t even stop sniveling for a moment, can you?” Lucius appeared behind her in the mirror in a puff of black smoke. His hand grabbed at the back of her neck, squeezing tight. “Look at yourself, the mess you’ve made! You’re a failure! Incompetent, foolish, nothing more than a cockroach to be squashed beneath someone’s foot!”

The scene changed as he threw her to the ground, the black room turning into the gardens at Malfoy Manor. It was nighttime, a full moon illuminated the sky as she made her way through the hedge maze. The sound of a twig snapping behind her made the hairs on her arms stand up, fear rushing through her veins. She whipped around only to be met with the snarling face of Fenrir Greyback. His face contorted in an expression of wicked pleasure, hands grabbing her arms and pulling her towards him, close enough that his putrid breath was searing her nostrils.

“Lookie here, my favorite chew toy.” He growled, claws digging into her flesh. “Now come on, be a good little bunny and run. I want to have some fun.” he pushed her towards a path, causing her to stumble into the green walls to catch herself. She turned to run, but then everything changed again.

This time she was in a quarry with Lucius, on a boat in the middle of the water. He was covered in water and she was gasping for air, her hair wet, hands tied behind her back. He hoisted her up over the edge, throwing her beneath the water, and watched as she sank. She tried to use her feet to swim up, but they had been tied together as well. Her lungs felt like they were on fire, that they would explode, her head was pounding.

Sirius jumped when he heard it, (Y/n)‘s scream. She was thrashing in her sleep, eyes shut tight. He scrambled out of his chair and tried shaking her awake.

“(Y/n) wake up!” He started to shout as he shook her. “(Y/n), you’re safe! (Y/n)!”

She woke up after a few more seconds, pushing Sirius away like he was the one causing her nightmares. She looked around the room, getting her bearings. She looked at Sirius who was as pale as a ghost, his eyes wide.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you.” she apologized, clenching her fists. “Had a bad dream, I thought you were… someone else for a second.”

“Are you okay?” Sirius questioned, taking in a few deep breaths. “You were thrashing around, screaming like you were being killed.”

“I’m fine, just a bad dream is all.” (Y/n) assured, trying to get her breathing under control. She rubbed her face, helping to calm herself. “I feel so, so stupid for scaring you like that. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“Hey, no it’s okay.” Sirius gave her a comforting smile. “I get them too, it just happens sometimes.”

“No, I should be better than that. I need to be better than that.” (Y/n) stood up and walked over to her desk. “I’m not supposed to be scared anymore, I’m supposed to be scary.”

“It’s human to be scared, it’s a normal reaction.” Sirius told her. Remus and Molly both rushed into the room, looking sleepy and confused.

“We thought… didn’t someone scream?” Molly asked, curlers in her hair still. Sirius pointed at (y/n), who was unfolding her piece of parchment and scribbling something else down.

“I’m fine, he’s fine, no one is seriously injured.” she said in a monotone voice. “I may have pushed him though, and judging by how he keeps rubbing his elbow he’s gonna have a bruise or two.”

“What the hell happened?” Remus demanded, frantically looking between (y/n) and Sirius. “Someone explain something!”

“She was having a nightmare, a terrible one by the looks of it.” Sirius admitted. (Y/n) glared at him, picking up a light book and throwing it towards him. “Merlin’s beard! They aren’t going to think you’re weak or whatever!”

“Stop telling people things about me! I’ve had enough of you lot all whispering around me, treating me like I’m as fragile as a pixie’s wing!” (Y/n)‘s face was red, whether from embarrassment or anger no one was certain. “I never said it was a nightmare either, just a bad dream! That’s all it was, a bad bad dream that I’ll never have to live through again.”

“(Y/n), Sirius is right, it doesn’t make you seem any more weak.” Remus sighs exasperated. “Throwing a book like a toddler however…”

“Remus Lupin, you’re not helping!” Molly shushed him, lightly slapping his arm. “You two boys go finish whatever you need to finish, wake up the boys and have them start too. Go on, hurry it up!” the older woman commanded, waving the two men out of the cell.

“I’m fine, you can go too if you want.” (Y/n) lied, wiping a few stray tears from her eyes. “You’ve still got your, erm what are those exactly? It’s on the tip of my…Curlers! Go and take them out, before your hair gets all tangled and whatever.”

“Oh my hair’ll be fine, dear.” Molly snapped her fingers and the curlers vanished, her hair falling down around her face gently. “Now be honest with me, I won’t tell the boys either, what’s wrong?”

“Mrs. Weasley I truly want to tell you, but I’m in enough trouble as is.” (Y/n) looked the woman in her eyes. “I just can’t risk anymore retribution from, You-Know-Who. Or Lucius. I can’t.”

“Oh honey…” Molly ran over and hugged the young woman tightly, gently petting her hair down. “Honey, I know it’s hard to come to terms with, but I don’t think he would act any differently even if you escaped and figured out all of our plans. Telling us about your bad dreams hardly seems consequential.”

(Y/n) had very rarely experienced anything close to the caring nature of Molly Weasley. Narcissa Malfoy was the closest thing she had had to a mother, and her priority had always been her own son. The small act of kindness that Molly had given her was more than enough to cause her to burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. She let herself feel everything she had been bottling up over the past month and a half or so.

“It’s okay, let it out honey. Just let it all out.” Molly assured her softly.

Neither of them knew how long they were like that, but by the time (y/n) stopped a younger redhead girl and a curly-haired brunette were at the door with breakfast. The brunette knocked on the concrete wall, startling the two women.

“Sorry to interrupt, Mom, but we brought breakfast.” the redhead said, holding up two plates of eggs and toast. “Sirius told us to bring them down for you.”

“That’s alright Ginny, dear. Just set them on the chair next to the door.” Molly pointed at it. “And Hermione, will you be a lamb and grab up the dishes I left here last night? I meant to do it this morning but I’ve been a bit busy.”

“Of course, Mrs. Weasley.” the brunette smiled, nervously glancing at (y/n) as she gathered the dishes. “Profes- sorry, Remus and Sirius also told us to tell you that they should be finished by lunch. The twins are double-checking a few of the spells and Ron is testing from outside.”

“Thank you, girls. Will you two tell Sirius and Remus to come and get us when they’re ready? I imagine (y/n) might want at least her books to be brought up with her.” Molly smiled, still partially hugging her.

“With?” (Y/n) clarified, confused at the plans. “You mean that you’re all actually letting me out of this room?” she sniffled lightly, rubbing her face clean of any tears or snot.

“Did you think we were lying?” Molly asked, looking at her. “We were being honest when we said we could find a way to give you some freedom. It’s not a lot, you’ll mostly be moved from one small cage into a much bigger one, but it’s the first step.”

“Mom, are you sure about this, especially with Har-”

“Yes Ginny, I am. Tonks will also be coming shortly too, next week I think.” Molly cut her daughter off abruptly. “Besides, the entire Order has taken a vote, we came to an agreement and this is what that is. I understand your reluctance, but that is no way to behave in front of (y/n). Now go on back upstairs, both of you. Hurry up!” she called after them, listening for the sound of their footsteps to have dissipated. “Sorry about that, she’s just overly cautious.”

“It’s fine, I’m just still trying to understand why you’re all letting me out in the first place.” (Y/n) said, taking the plate Molly handed her. She took a bite out of the toast, face grimacing slightly. Molly followed suit, politely spitting the chewed-up toast out onto her plate.

“Either Ginny hasn’t ever listened to a single thing I’ve told her about cooking, or Ron made breakfast, in which case I wouldn’t eat the eggs if I were you. He can cook dinner pretty well, but he’s always struggled with breakfast.” Molly set her plate to the wide and chuckled. “Now, how are you feeling?”

“I don’t know.” (Y/n) admitted, pushing the plate of food toward the end of her desk. “I’ve never really been good with my own feelings, not that I was ever given the chance to be. Lucius maintains the idea that emotions are the same thing as a poison dagger, they’ll kill you if you touch them.”

“I wish I could say I was surprised by that, but it is fairly obvious to anyone who meets him.” Molly starts folding the pile of clothes (y/n) had in the corner. “And I’m sure your father is even worse, Lucius is a coward and truly only follows whatever You-Know-Who tells him.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty true.” the younger woman concedes. “I guess, what I’m trying to say is I can’t tell what I’m feeling. I think I’m feeling a lot of things all at once, and they’re all not mixing well. I just wish that I was strong enough to… I don’t know, do what I want instead of worrying about what my father had planned for me.”

“So do something small first.” Molly yawns. “If telling us how you’re feeling is still too out there for you, start small and work your way up. Start with a small want, something easy that if he found out wouldn’t result in whatever various torture method he would think up.”

“Even small acts would cause that.” (Y/n) groaned, head resting in her hands now. “Every mistake, no matter how small, results in the same thing; punishment.”

“Well then, if it’s all going to end the same way, why not just do it anyways?” Molly asked, eyeing her. “I don’t mean to sound pushy, but if talking about how you’re feeling and also divulging secrets gets you the same level of punishment, why bother?”

“I-I don’t…I guess I’ve never really thought about it. It’s just what I’ve always done.” (Y/n) opened the book she was reading from the night before. “I’ll think on it. Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.”

“I’ll be right back, I’m just going to run these up the stairs and set them by the door. Is that okay?” Molly held up the pile of folded dirty clothes. (Y/n) nodded, turning the page of her book.

Molly quickly made her way up the stairs, giving (y/n) some time to think alone for once. The Weasley woman opened the basement door and set the clothes right outside it. She caught a glimpse of Ron and waved him over.

“Will you put these in the laundry room, dear?” Molly smiled sweetly. “I don’t want to leave her down there alone for too long.”

“Course I can.” Ron looked tired, his hair uncombed and wild. “Mom, how do you all think this little idea is going to work?”

“I’m not sure…” Molly answered honestly. “Hopefully there will be very few issues, although with how their imprisonment started, I doubt it. I think we’re all going to have to be very patient for a while.”

“Does that include her?” Ron hissed, eyes narrowing at the steps. “She’s his daughter after all, I don’t really see how-”

“Ronald Weasley!” Molly exclaimed. “If I find out you’re causing any undue issues with her, or helping along everyone’s paranoia I will put you in your own cell for a month, see how you react.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just-”

“Just what? Go put those in the laundry room and finish helping Sirius and Remus. Go on! And if you so much as-” Molly was wagging her finger at him.

“Step a toe out of line, yeah I know, Mom.” he finished glumly. “I’ll be on my best behavior, swear it.”

“Oh, you better! Make sure your brothers and sisters know it too, I will not be having any of you upsetting the delicate trust she has put into us so far.” Molly said, shutting the door to the basement and continuing to mutter to herself as she returned to the room.

After a few hours of very little small talk, mostly Molly trying to start a dialogue, and (y/n) finishing the book she was reading, Remus appeared in the doorway, his hair ever so slightly ruffled. He smiled at Molly, looking excited about something.

“Sirius is finishing the last touch-up of her room, and then we’ll be ready. He even got Kreatcher to help some.” Remus beamed.

“I’m right here!” Sirius called from the stairs. Everyone in the room heard a ‘thud’ sound, followed by a string of curse words. Sirius appeared beside Remus, his hair pulled into a loose bun. “Ignore that, I didn’t fall.”

“Sure, you gracefully laid down suddenly, right?” Remus joked.

“Well, are we ready, Moony? Got to take down the barrier before she can, you know, go upstairs.” Sirius held up his wand.

“Course I am.” Remus faked being offended. They shut the door, and from the outside took down the barrier. (Y/n) watched the walls turn to regular concrete, no longer glowing a blueish hue. Remus opened the door and stepped in. “Now, before we bring you up I’m assuming you have questions?”

“Rules?” (Y/n) asked, looking between him and Sirius.

“No sharp objects unless supervised by Sirius, Molly, or myself. There are rooms that you won’t be allowed into, a few have barriers on them, but not all. No trying to hurt, scare or kill anyone. No asking Kreatcher for anything, unless someone is dying.” Remus listed off about ten more rules, and Sirius was counting them on his fingers. There was a total of twelve rules.

“Sounds reasonable. How far is my room from here?” she turned to gather her unread books.

“It’s in between my room and Remus’s. The second floor of the house, so two floors above us.” Sirius told her.

“And last question for now, how many people live here?” (Y/n) raised an eyebrow.

“Currently, eight of us, nine including you,” Molly affirms. “My husband stays sometimes, usually for about a week before he has to head back home for work, but you won’t see him for a while. Right now it’s the three of us, the girls that you met earlier, and three of my sons. I’ll introduce you later today.”

“If that’s all, would you like to actually leave this room, or would you prefer to keep standing there?” Sirius asked, grabbing her books out of her hands.

“Fine, can you just, give me a second? I didn’t actually believe you when you guys were talking to me.” she took a deep breath, straightened her shirt up, and popped her knuckles. “Okay, I’m good now, just needed to mentally prepare a bit more.”

Remus carried her sleeping bag and blanket, along with her pillow and her box of graphite. Sirius was barely managing all the books, only dropping a couple up the stairs. Molly was following behind (y/n), breakfast plates in one hand, her other holding onto the railing.

Remus opened the basement door leading to the very back of the kitchen. (Y/n)‘s eyes squinted, not use to the amount of light pooling in from outside. Molly must’ve noticed, waving her wrist and the curtains drawing close.

“You all really put some effort into these barriers, huh?” (Y/n) chuckled. “The ones downstairs were simple but meant for a smaller space so it worked, these are intricate. Kind of pretty to be honest. Although I might suggest double-checking the floo network, there’s about three different ways I could get in still.”

“We’ll get right on that then.” Remus made a mental note. “Well, this is the kitchen, you probably won’t be in here often.”

“He’s trying to say that he thinks you might poison us given the opportunity.” Sirius jokes. “Can we hurry a bit? My arms are starting to give out with these books.”

“I am wanting to see my room, we can do the tour afterward.” (Y/n) suggests, earning a grateful smile from Sirius.

“Of course, let’s go before Pads topples over.” Remus heads towards a door opposite of where they came out of, and up the stairs taking a left on the second floor. Everyone else followed him, Sirius falling behind momentarily. “This is my room.”

Remus had pointed toward a dark grey door, the constellation for Lupus on it, just missing a single star. He pointed towards one further down the hall, tucked away in a corner. It was pure black, partly scratched at the bottom, and had the image of a giant star on it along with a nameplate that read ‘S.O. Black’.

“I feel like that one is fairly obvious, but it’s Sirius’s. Which makes this one,” Remus stopped at a dark green door, golden shooting stars on the top half. “Yours. We repainted it, hopefully, you won’t mind the colors.”

(Y/n) opened the door, revealing a very sizable room. There was a queen-sized canopy bed along the left wall, an ancient dresser across from it, two large windows with a bench for a ledge, and a chair on either side of the bed. The walls were a marbled juniper green, with gold as the accent. The bed itself was a sea foam green, the canopy black with tiny cascading golden stars.

“It’s beautiful…” She looked in awe, slowly walking over to the windows. While she could still see out of them, the barrier spells impeded her sight slightly, making it look like frosted glass that had a red tint to it. She pressed her hand against it, watching the barrier change shades, going from a normal red to a dark intimidating maroon.

“So you like it then?” Sirius asked, setting down her books on top of the dresser.

“Very much so, it’s way better than my room at the manor,” she admits, turning around to face them all. “Would it be possible though to get a bookshelf in here? It would be perfect next to the window, right by the dresser.”

“I’ll see what I can find.” Sirius seemed pleased with himself. “Now, it’s lunchtime and everyone is going to be downstairs in the dining room soon, did you want to join us or stay up here for a little bit?”

“If it’s alright, I think I would like to be in here for a while. I don’t think I can handle too much all at once, you know?” (Y/n) sat down on the bed. It was incredibly soft and pillowy. “I’ll come down for dinner though, don’t want to make the kids any more nervous than they probably are.”

“That’s alright.” Remus nodded, setting her stuff in the chair closest to the door. “Completely understandable, you’ve gone from a small cell to a newly furnished room, just take it in for a bit. If you need anything just come find one of us, we’ll probably be meandering about after lunch.” he smiled softly. Molly waved goodbye as she left to go get lunch ready.

(Y/n) pulled out her piece of parchment and grabbed a graphite pencil, shutting the door partly as she sat down on the bench. She smiled softly to herself before unfolding the paper. She quickly wrote down the words “Maybe they aren’t horrible.” She folded the paper back up, sticking it in between the mattresses of her bed.

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦}~~

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The Wolf in My Head -Klaus M.

(Harry Potter Cross-Over)

Warning: Smut and Primal Play (Chasing)

Word Count: 6.8k

Summary: After the war, the battle at Hogwarts, the hunting Horcrux's and watching people she considered friends die, Y/n was ready to find a little peace in her life. She moves to America after some...advice...from a Professor, where she meets her mate, after a little bump in the road known as Damon Salvatore. What happens when Y/n gets a visit from someone she never thought would get out of Azkaban? Can her mate save her?

"This is getting ridiculous Damon, I'm your girlfriend! The least you can do is talk to me!" I shouted at him in the middle of his living room.

"I've been trying to save Elena, like I have to go do right now, Klaus has her and is using her in his ritual!"

"Then tell me that, talk to me, don't ignore my calls for a week and pretend I don't exist! You think I would have a problem with you helping Elena?"

"Yes!" I could see him getting more and more angry but it was like I couldn't stop yelling at him, he's been ignoring me for a week, and now it's as if we're not even together anymore. We were closer than anything since he first moved to town and now it's like it's all over. I had half a mind to hex him into next week. I was a witch, though he wouldn't know that, I never trusted him enough to tell him, thank god I didn't, and even though around here being a witch is common, not a wand wielding one who attended Hogwarts for 7 years. I had just come back from my last year and the war when I met Damon, and fell in love with him, or at least, I thought I did.

"Why? Why would that bother me? She's my friend!"

"Because I'm In Love With Her!" He yelled and we both froze.

"You...You love her?"

"Y/n, wait-"

"Elena? Your brothers girlfriend? So what? You used me? I was just some fuck until you could be with her?" He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to, I knew the answer when I looked into his eyes. I turned away from him before taking off out the door into the woods. I was going to run back home, but somewhere in my downpour of tears, I lost where I was and just ended up sitting down. Probably not the smartest thing to do in the middle of the night on a full moon, but I honestly didn't care anymore. After everything that had happened in my life, I really thought it was going to get better...being friends with The Chosen One wasn't easy, a new fight for our lives every year, but with Harry, Ron and Hermione, I never minded. Once the war was over, I ended up sitting with Professor Trelawney who had been injured, I had just brought her something to eat when she went rigid. 'He will find you.' If that being the first thing out of her mouth didn't scare me to high hell I didn't know what would. 'After centuries of searching, centuries of pain, he will find his love in you. You will be the reason his cold, undead heart beats again.' Her voice was distorted, almost growling but not completely which made her choke when she finally stopped, looking at me confused. 'I'm sorry dear girl, have you been speaking?' I left after that, moving to America, needing an change and knowing it's where most vampires chose to reside, my friends supporting me completely and agreeing that ‘centuries’ had to mean a vampire. She gave me hope back in an aspect of my life I thought was never possible, thinking I was going to die fighting death eaters one day made a love life through the last few years seem pointless, but she gave me hope, even if he was a vampire as it seemed...I should have known she was wrong,she always was...right?

I don't know how long I sat there and cried, a few minutes, or hours, I couldn't even tell, but at some point I found myself falling asleep against a tree, just as I was drifting off I heard a voice that snapped me awake again. "Niklaus! Stop! Y/n? Is that you child?" I looked up to see Elijah standing above me, before locking eyes with a wolf flanking him. He made this adorable whining sound when he looked at me and before I knew it he was covering my face with sloppy wet kisses.

"Hey, hey! Dog slobber! Stop!" I laughed and he whined, laying on my lap, looking up at me.

"That's...strange." Elijah spoke and I was confused but shrugged it off, trying to get up, before I quickly realized this wolf wasn't going to move.

"Help?"

"Niklaus, let the lady up. What are you doing out here? It's not safe at night, you should go inside." He instructed as Klaus huffed, standing up and making sure not to step on my legs, sitting beside me, breathing hot dog breath on my face instead.

"I would, but I'm kind of-" I cut myself off as I looked up and saw my house right through a few trees. "That's my house...I got lost outside my house...I am the definition of pathetic." I sighed before walking off, only to be followed by wolf!Klaus. "What is he doing?"

"Following you. I believe my brother has imprinted on you. It's something he was incapable of doing until tonight. Basically you're his-"

"Mate." I cut him off, stunned. "Now's not a great time for this okay, so take him, and get back to whatever you were doing before. I broke up with my boyfriend like 2 hours ago, I don't need a mate right now." I heard a loud whine from beside me but ignored it. "Besides, he's a wolf right now, he won't remember this later right? Just don't tell him, I'll make sure he never sees me again." I didn't give Elijah the chance to respond before I walked through my back yard, into my house and collapsed in bed as soon as I entered my room.

The next day I found myself curled up under a blanket on my couch, watching old movies and eating ice cream. I had been doing this since I woke up. Somewhere around noon, as I was getting a new tub of ice cream, and refilling my soda I heard my door bell and walked to the front door. I opened it to find a bouquet of flowers and a heart shaped box of chocolate on my porch. I was about to toss them away, assuming they were from Damon before reading the note. 'I could never forget you. My love is forever yours. -NM'

NM? Oh my god. How could Klaus have remembered last night? I thought werewolves never did! Maybe him being a hybrid made it different...damn.

I grabbed a vase and my wand before putting the roses into it. "Aguamenti." I said, filling the vase slightly and placing the flowers on my living room table, before going back to my movie. I decided half way through my movie I probably needed actual food at some point today, so I through on an outfit and walked over to the grill, ignoring the Daily Prophet sitting on my table reading 'Escaped Death Eaters Found Hiding in America'. Maybe if I had read it, it would have saved me a lot of problems. I ordered quickly to go and sat at the bar drinking, waiting for it, rolling my eyes as I heard someone sit beside me a few moments later. "I'm not in the mood." I hissed.

"Sorry love, just wanted to introduce myself, I'm Klaus." I looked up from my drink quickly, looking into the face of the hybrid himself.

"Damn, why do you have to be attractive?" I groaned, dropping my head on the bar and he chuckled, rubbing my back.

"I'm pleased you like what you see love."

"What do you want from me? Huh? 'Cause frankly, I'm getting tired of guys pretending to be in love with me, so whatever you want, get it over with."

He looked stunned, and slightly hurt at my words. "I don't want anything more or less than you Y/n, and I will wait as long as I have to. You are my imprint, my mate, and I truly do love you, but if you tell me who hurt you I would be more than happy to kill them." I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped me as he said this, I then grabbed my food and began walking out. "Are you planning on pretending nothing happened?"

"Yep." I said, yet he continued following me.

"I will live in agony every day, a werewolf without his mate may as well be dead." My mind froze upon hearing this, seeing faces in my mind, flashing back to a time I would rather not relive...the war...the moment I killed Fenrir Greyback's mate...the moment I killed Lavender Brown...I could still hear his horror filled screaming in my dreams, but he had turned her and convinced her to join Voldemort, she came at me...what else could I do?

"I know...I really do, but trust me when I say that's so much better than being mated to me." And I truly believed it was.

"No, I don't believe you, stop walking!" He demanded and I listened, hating myself and the pull he had over me. "So this isn't about you being mated to me, this is about you having terrible self-esteem?" I glared venomously at him, before turning and continuing up my street and onto my porch. "That came out wrong, but still! There's nothing wrong with you love, please listen to me?" I then found myself spun around and a pair of soft lips against my own. I dropped the bag I was holding in order to wrap my arms around his neck, feeling my hips meet his as he held my waist to him tightly. I was in the middle of the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced, but unfortunately...I need air. I pulled away, breathing deeply, smiling as he nuzzled his face into my neck. "Please don't give this up?" He pleaded and I sighed, kissing him again.

"Fine, if not just because that was the best kiss I've ever had in my life." I laughed, watching his face light up.

"Come on, I'm taking you to dinner." I rolled my eyes, inviting him in and getting ready for a date with my...mate...wow, that's weird to say. He took me to a cute little diner and we spent the evening getting to know each other. "I want to thank you for giving me a chance, but im confused as to why you didnt want to. I assumed it was because of who I am but that’s not it, so why? Don't you feel the mating pull too?" I nodded and I honestly did, my chest had felt tight since I left him and Elijah the night before but since seeing him again it had stopped, not only that but every time he smiled at me my heart fluttered. "Then why did you want to deny this? It's clear from how you speak that the problem isnt me...why do you think you don't deserve to be loved?" He saw right through me and I cursed the mating bond for that.

"Its kind of a long story...you need to understand I'm trusting you with my biggest secret." He nodded, leaning forward slightly as I pulled my wand from my boot and his eyes went wide.

"Youre a wand wielder?! That was completely unexpected. Though it doesnt answer my question." I shrugged.

"You heard about the recent war in the wizarding world?" He shook his head, it's shocking that people can be completely ignorant of it. "A dark lord rose to power many years ago and was killed by a baby. A boy named Harry Potter. He murdered Harrys parents when he was 1 because of a prophesy saying Harry would kill him basically. His mother saved him, sacraficed herself, and in that moment when Voldemort tried to kill him the curse rebounded, killing Voldemort. Though he had a safety net. He created Horcruxs." I smiled at the look on my mates face when he didnt understand. He paid, despite my insistence to pay for myself and walked from the restaurant holding my hand before getting into his car. "A Horcrux is an object in which one conceals a part of their soul, making them unable to die. Voldemort had 7. Its a truly horrible, dark form of magic, but thats how he came back. One of his servants, they were called Death Eaters, brought him back and he tried taking control of our world. Harry stopped him. Harry, Ron, Hermione and I searched for months, tracking the Horcruxs, before destroying him. He died at our school, where the final battle took place, it was a blood bath, so many dead, and for what? Just because some crazy man wanted to rule the world..." At this point Klaus had driven me home and was helping me from the car but he never once stopped listening to me. "Ive done some truely horrible things, and I dont deserve a mate Klaus. You deserve someone so much better."

"What did you do thats worse than all the things I've done." I cringed, feeling as if someone was squeezing my heart as I thought about someone killing Klaus and leaving me alive. We haven't known each other a day and I already feel like this. No one deserves this...not even someone like Fenrir Greyback. I threw my arms around his neck, holding him tightly to my body.

"Trust me, you don't want to know."

"Y/n, I-"

"Not right now okay? Im not able to talk about it yet. Please respect that?" He nodded, pulling back from the hug and making me look at him.

"Of course, I won’t ask again, as long as you promise to give us a chance." I knew I couldn’t say no to him, no matter how hard I tried to.

"Okay...you'll just have to put up with my moments of self doubt." I agreed, making the biggest smile appear on his face.

"I love everything about you, and nothing will ever change that." God, I hope thats true.

Nik and I spent nearly everyday together now that I agreed to give him a chance. He went away periodically, changing his hybrids now that I helped him fix the problem with them, figuring out how to make it so he no longer needed Elena's blood, and I found myself feeling more and more lonely each time he was gone, the bond growing the more time we spent together.

I was currently in my kitchen, cooking dinner for the two of us, knowing he would be back any minute, when there was a knock on the door. I was confused as he never knocks, but I put the knife down as I walked to the door. "Did you forget your key again babe? I keep telling you to-" I was cut off by a fist in my nose just as the door swung open. I opened one eye as I tried to get up from the floor, seeing my worst nightmare staring me in the face. "Greyback..."

"Witch. Lovely to see you again. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time." He growled, casting a spell and covering me in chains, making me unable to reach for my wand. "Today is the day I will finally have my revenge, but I promise not to do this too quickly, we want it to hurt now don't we?" I shook my head as he walked passed me and into the kitchen, coming back with my knife. "A year I've been without her. A year of constant torture and agony. You deserve so much worse than I can give you, but i will try none the less." I hissed as the blade dug into my collarbone, sliding all the way down to just above my nipple, making him laugh as the blood began soaking my shirt, before sliding it across my cheek next.

"The Lavender I knew would have rather been dead than be what you made her!" I knew it was true, and I think on some level so did he as he snarled, pulling my hair back and sinking his fangs into the back of my neck where it quickly began burning much stronger than any of the cuts on my body. He brought the knife back to my skin next and this went on for a few moments, another cut on my stomach, across my hips and one down my left thigh before anything happened. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye as my boyfriend arrived at the still fully open front door, staring for a moment before punching the wolf in the back of the head, knocking him out. He was about to finish him off before I spoke.

"Nik! Get these off of me! Hurry!" I insisted, trying to ignore the pain in my neck and he broke the chains before biting into his hand and giving me his blood. I felt the gashes in my skin close quickly, even the bite, though it still burned slightly before I jumped up, grabbing my wand and pushing him to the door.

"Wait, where are we going?"

"To call the aurors, to send him back to prison."

"Why dont you just let me kill him?"

"Because he's an Azkaban prisoner, and I have to follow wizarding laws, which means sending him back." I was about to cast a patronus when i felt a curse him me full force in the chest, knocking me backwards.

"I wont go back to Azkaban. The only reason I'm still alive is so that I can kill you Witch, then I will slip into peaceful oblivion and join my mate once again."

"I get wanting to be with your mate, but thats no reason to try and take mine with you!" Klaus growled at him as I sat up from the grass. Fenrir stared at him, stunned, before looking back at me and laughing out loud.

"She’s your mate? My condolences. It must be terrible having to live with a mate who gets her jollys murdering others mates!" I stood, feeling Klaus' eyes on me.

"What is he talking about?"

"You didn’t tell him?" Fenrir cackled. "She killed my Lavender, murdered her right in front of me and didnt even have the decency to kill me aswell."

"If you remember, I tried to, you ran off." He snarled, pointing his wand at me but I disarmed him quickly.

"You killed his mate?" Klaus was looking at me as if he couldnt believe what he was hearing.

"It wasnt as straight forward as that, but I did tell you I wouldnt make a good mate. You are right though, I should have made sure to kill you after killing your mate. Avada Kadavra!" I exclaimed, watching him fall to the ground as a green light hit him. I then spelled his body away knowing someone somewhere would find it and alert the aurors, but it wasn't about to be me. I then picked up the long silver lined wand he had left behind and tucked it into my boot along with mine until I could put it in my trunk.

"Can you explain what the fuck is happening now?" I sighed, nodding, feeling myself lifted before being carried upstairs. I washed the blood off of myself quickly in the shower, taking special care of the bite which had healed as much as it was going to and left a scab to scar over, which was something not even Nik's blood can heal, before changing and going back downstairs. "Talk to me love."

"She was my friend." He looked at me confused. "His mate. Lavender. She was sweet, and loving, and naive. She didnt know anything about werewolves really, but she couldn’t deny the bond she felt. She had always wanted someone to love her, a month before she had her first real heart break when my friend Ron dumped her, and she did everything he wanted from the moment she met him. She became a Death Eater, killed innocent muggles, and helped him attack Hogwarts in the war. He destroyed everything that was Lavender Brown the day he met her. She came at me and I killed her, like she would have me. I would have killed him as well but he ran away. I told you, i don’t deserve a mate, let alone one like you."

"Y/n, look at me." I sighed, doing as he asked and feeling his hands on my face. "It was not your fault. There's a lot to say for the power an Alpha can have over his mate, and he definitely was an Alpha, especially if she's a wolf too...was she?" I nodded.

"He turned her." The look of utter confusion on his face would have been adorable if it weren't such a serious moment. "Lycanthropy is real, it's a disease humans can contract that turns them into a 'werewolf'. Not completely wolf like, you look exactly like a wolf. They look almost human like still, can walk on two legs...fucking scary as hell."

"No more werewolves here, anyone with that disgusting disease shows up here again and I'll kill them." I knew it was already too late for that, just because he wasn't a wolf at that moment, doesn't mean his bite won't effect me, Ron's brother suffered wolf like symptoms upon his run in with Greyback and that was further from the full moon. I wouldn't turn, and I knew that, but I also knew whatever was going to be different, wasn't something I would be able to hide from a werewolf, let alone my mate. "Seeing you at the mercy of another Alpha did something to me Y/n, something instinctual that I didn't know I had. I need you love, Now." His voice changed as he said the last word and I felt a chill straight down my spine, my need for him rising to a strange new height. We had only been dating for a month and a half and only began being intimate about 2 weeks ago, both of us wanting our relationship to be about more than just our physical attraction, which we most definitely had. But now, as he sat before me, hands now on my thighs and eyes staring into mine intensely, I grew wet, smelling something delicious. It didn't take me but a moment to figure out it was him that I was smelling when something inside of me snapped and I lunged forward, pinning him to the couch and grinding against his hard length. He took pause as I did this, clearly shocked as I had never been very forward in sexual situations, and seemed to be racking his brain for the answer when I saw his nostrils flair once, twice, three times and he growled. My brain was becoming fuzzy, my bite burning like crazy, and I had an inkling of what was going on.

I had become good friends with Fleur after she married Ron's brother Bill, and we had talked several times about his effects after his run in with Greyback. He obviously doesn't change on the full moon but he has wolf-like characteristics since he was bitten 2 weeks before the full moon, one of which seems to be an instinctual need for your mate that can occasionally dominate your thought process. The way he explained it to her was his brain gets foggy and he can't think straight, his body almost completely taking over the...situation, leaving him with an animalistic need to fuck her. She likes it, which is why Bill has no problem with it, but I knew I had to stop.

"Y/n...why do you smell like that?" I knew in that moment he caught another Alphas scent on me and he didn't like it at all, the shower should have washed his scent off me and since it didn't...he had figured it out, I knew he had. He pushed me to the other side of the couch, now on top of me with his hand around my neck. I hissed as the tip of his finger brushed against my scabbed over skin and he turned me quickly so he could see it, snarling in a way I had never before heard. As he did that I felt myself become even more wet and knew I needed this to stop, mustering up all my strength to shove him off of me. Unfortunately I had a lot more strength now than I did an hour ago and he was shoved off of me, and across the room.

"Nik...I'm scared." I told him when he jumped up, snarling again and it seemed to give him pause. "Why is this happening?"

I could see him working to calm himself down and somewhere deep down I was touched that he was fighting his dominant instincts so he could help me with my fear. "You were turned by another wolf...I don't know much about his kind, but as my mate, you want me to mark you...you need it...crave it...your body is responding to my need as well...I need to show you who you belong to now that you smell like him. Have I ever given you reason to fear me?" I shook my head as he stepped closer and my brain grew foggier as his scent overtook me once again. "Just relax and feel...it's okay to fall into it with me...I know what you want instinctually and I will give it to you...but you know what I want too...it's okay to give into me Y/n..." I stood as he stepped closer and he stopped as I stepped closer next, giving me a moment to figure it out which I appreciated. He has had a long time to figure out his instincts, I'm new to it and trusting him with everything I have. I sniff the air as I get closer, becoming addicted to his musky scent almost immediately. "Do I smell nice little kitten?" His voice had dropped 2 octaves and I could hear the growl behind it making me nod as I finally got to him, sniffing his neck now which was just above my sight line as I was several inches shorter than him. His arm came around me and pulled us together so my chest was pressed to his and I found it easier to smell him.

"Smell like woods...pine trees...bourbon...blood...smell like..."

"What?"

"...Alpha." He groaned, leaning his head down and sniffing at my neck too, my scent having changed I'm sure.

"Still smell like Y/n...mint...soap...raspberries...something...something spicy. Always been there but more now..." I nodded, knowing what it was.

"Magic, has a spicy smell to creatures...I..." I whined, no longer willing to talk as my mind became...almost dizzy. I could see and feel everything and I had control but not completely. I let that feeling take over, trusting Nik to take care of me and the moment I did I felt it, an almost...presence in the back of my brain and I heard her voice. Lupin had once told me he could hear his wolf sometimes, when he was in control, he would talk to him or sometimes even for him. 'He wants us! Mate wants us! Give him what he wants!' 'What does he want?' I tested the water, seeing how I communicated with her. 'Run! Wants you to run!' 'He's a hybrid, he would catch me in seconds!' 'Not about catching...chasing...wants to chase! Run!' In that moment I made a choice that would impact our relationship forever...I listened. Just as Nik's fangs descended and I felt he was about to bury them into my neck I ducked under his arm and took off towards my back door.

"Thank you kitten, for making it interesting." I pulled the door open and ran through the trees in my back yard, the woods becoming thicker right away but somehow I was navigating it like a pro. I could hear him behind me and knew he wasn't running nearly as fast as he could, he was enjoying our game of Hunter and Prey. When he began closing in on me I figured the game was over but she had other plans. 'Slower! Duck!' I did as she said and nearly fell, watching Nik hit the ground as he tried to lunge at me. He looked up at me, clearly impressed and I smiled, happy to make my alpha proud of me. 'Go!' I didn't even think about it as my body did as it was instructed and I realized how into this I had gotten as my body was almost moving of its own accord. As I kept running I saw the edge of a cliff drop off and about 20 feet in front of it was the other side which made me think this game was over and as I heard him chuckle behind me I realized he knew as well. 'Jump.' 'What?!' 'Jump!' 'No! Are you crazy?! I'm human!' 'Not human! Not anymore! Jump!' She was growling harder now and I realized I was going to do it just as my Alpha did. "Y/n! It's time to stop kitten, you can't make that and you know it!" 'Prove him wrong! We're strong, worthy mate!' 'Yes I am! I am worthy! I'm a good mate!' I slowed for a fraction of a second, making my Alpha believe I was quitting and heard him slow down as I pushed my legs harder, reaching the edge, and leaping, pushing my legs as hard as I could and if I'm being honest I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again and landing hard, rolling a few times before looking behind me to see my Alpha had stopped at the edge, his jaw slack and his eyes wide.

"Don't tell me I can't! Good mate! Worthy mate! Can do anything!" My voice wasn't necessarily deeper as I spoke, more distorted, gravely and somehow a higher pitch. It was her voice that I didn't know could come out of me. His head tilted to the side and his eyes darkened. 'Run! Now! Gonna catch us!' 'He's all the way over there, we're fine.' I was proven wrong quickly as he bent his knees and seemed to use no effort at all to jump after me. By the time I had even moved to begin turning around he was on me, pinning me to the ground immediately. As his arm came to move my head I turned it, digging my teeth into him, quickly tasting blood though he had my throat almost instantly as I tried to get away, struggling as hard as I could.

"We're done with that kitten, Alpha loved it but you lost, and now you're mine. My beautiful, worthy mate." My body sang as he said this and I stopped fighting him almost immediately. Not a moment later my throat began...vibrating? 'Happy! Alpha made happy! Purring! Make him happy!' "You are just full of surprises kitten, don't you sound so pretty for your Alpha, singing all nice for me." He was talking to me so sweetly and yet ripping at my clothes like an animal, tearing my shirt from my body.

We had only had sex 3 times before, only 1 of which wasn't a 'quicky'. Our first time together, exploring each other was very gentle and loving, he was kind and respectful and worshipped my body until I could take no more. The other 2 times were in public, one in the grille where he had me ride him at our table in the back and the other in a bookstore where he took me on a date, he had pinned me against the wall and wrapped my legs around his waist, thrusting into me faster than before chasing his release, but this moment was unlike any we had ever had.

His lips connected with my collar bone as he tossed my torn shirt to the side, nipping at my skin as I grabbed his shirt, tearing it right down the middle. I had never felt this kind of attraction in my life, my need for my mate now at a primal level that I never knew existed but he seemed to have the same need for me as he tore my bra off next. I wrapped one of my legs around his and shoved, rolling us over so I was on top, finally getting his shirt completely off before I was pinned down again. "What do you think you're doing kitten?" He growled, biting again, his fangs not on display and his dull teeth leaving nothing but a soon to be bruise in its wake.

"Skin, touch...need to touch Alpha." I reached my arms around him and dug my fingers into his skin, scratching my way down and hearing a savage growl come from his throat.

"Touch all you want kitten, but don't try to move me again or I'll give you a bite you won't soon forget." I don't think he realized that was just incentive for me to do it again.

"Please? Alpha, please?" I begged, lifting my hips and trying to grind into him but he moved with me to keep it from happening, making me whine in need.

"Please what kitten?" He was nipping and biting his way down my body and stopped with his face right in front of my crotch, his nose trailing up my pussy, making me whimper with my pants and panties in the way. He took a deep breath, kissing my clit over my clothes and taking in my scent. "You're soaking wet for me, my little mate."

"Please fuck me? Alpha please?! Can't take it anymore, need to be yours!" There were now tears leaking from my eyes, sexual frustration combined with the bite mark on the back of my neck that was burning.

He chuckled and I huffed, trying to pull him closer. "You are mine kitten." I wrapped my leg around his again, trying to get him to bite me, needing the burning to stop and he grabbed my leg, pinning it back to the ground. "What did I say would happen next time?"

"Bite me! Please! It burns Alpha, make it stop! Need you!" He looked down at me, shocked and reached towards the mark on my neck, his hand covering it and cooling the skin down instantly.

"Okay kitten, alright. Alpha will take his time with you later if that's what you need." I nodded frantically, my wolf shouting in the back of my mind, my instincts going crazy, my body frustrated and horny and my neck on fire, it was all becoming too much for the first time and Nik understood quickly that that's what my problem was. I knew he wanted to take his time with me but I was touched that he would wait for that so I could feel better. He tore my pants off, my panties joining them on the forest floor as he pulled his off too. "Hold still kitten, Alpha is going to fix it." He thrust into me almost painfully and didn't pause for even a moment, thrusting into me like a man possessed. "You've thought about this before haven't you love?" I whined, not able to form a coherent sentence at the moment but knowing he was right. "Didn't need to be a werewolf to want me to treat you like my bitch." I knew I wasn't going to be able to last long, especially now that he was talking like this, but I suppose that is his point. Alphas bite their mate in a moment of euphoria for the both of them, which is when they mate for the first time. "Wanted this since the moment you found out what I was, haven't you?" I was now actively trying not to explode, legitimately feeling that I was going to spontaneous combust. "Wanted your Alpha to hold you down..."

"Alpha, please-"

"Rut you..." I yelped as he thrust particularly hard and at this point, his speed had to be compared to that of a jack hammer. I never would have been able to even imagine being fucked like this.

"Can't hold it in anymore...please...so close Alpha..."

"Breed you..." That was all it took. The coil like tension in my belly snapped and I've never come so hard in my life. I wrapped around him like a weed as his fangs sank into my flesh and I howled, many feelings overtaking my body, relief and ecstasy being the most prominent. I felt him finish as well, filling me up more than ever before and I was panting like a dog in heat, still clinging to him, nuzzling his neck in my after glow. He held me tightly, rolling us so I was on top now and comfortable on him, not the ground. We stayed there, just completely comfortable with each other for probably about 20 minutes before I sat up, stretching my body and pulling myself off of his, sitting beside him. He sat up as well, pulling my back to his chest and kissing my neck over his new mark and making me shiver. "I love you Y/n, completely and whole heartedly."

"I love you too...and you know...if you had talked to me about it, even if he hadn't bit me, I would have done this for you." He looked at me, surprised. "Wouldn't have been the same I'm sure, but if you had told me you wanted to play hunter I would have happily given you that...just talk to me about it." He nodded once.

"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, it's a strange thing and-"

"But I'm your mate. It can be as strange as you want Nik, I love you and I want to make you as happy as you make me. I...I know I'm kind of inexperienced and awkward sometimes...I'm only 18, I grew up in boarding school, wizarding boarding school but still, I've never really had a real relationship and...I get nervous that I'm gonna do something wrong and disappoint you, I-"

"Y/n, you could never disappoint me. I know I'm significantly older and more experienced, but that doesn't matter to me. You're my mate, you were made for me in every way, you are and always will be the best sex I've ever had. This was...wow. I've never felt like you just made me feel, not in 1000 years of life. I don't want you to be nervous about anything we do, and if you are, just talk to me. I will always take care of you...in every way." I giggled as he growled in my ear before reaching for my torn pants. "I think we're going to be traveling back home without them unfortunately." I snorted.

"Maybe you are." I pulled my wand from the hidden pocket I have in all my pants that I use when I don’t have my boots and smirked, pointing it at my clothes. "Repairo" I watched as my clothes began to fix themselves and I quickly began getting dressed. Nik cleared his throat and I smiled, doing the spell once again on his clothes before we began walking back home hand in hand. "So, breeding huh?" I looked over at him and saw the faintest blush on his cheeks.

"Sorry, I-" I shook my head.

"Nothing to be sorry for, I liked it, though if you finishing inside me is going to be a thing for us I should probably look into birth control if you don't actually want something to happen." He sighed, kissing my hand delicately.

"Love, I'm a vampire. It's not possible." I snorted.

"Klaus, you're a hybrid now. Part werewolf, werewolves can have kids. You can't tell me which side is stronger than the other. I've seen weirder things happen in the world to supernatural creatures is all I'm saying." He pulled me to a stop and I looked up to see a shocked yet...hopeful face.

"You think it could be possible...you think I could have a child?" I shrugged.

"I have some friends who could help us figure it out, we would really need to think about that, and measure the potential danger for me to carry a hybrids child, however it's likely that it would just be a little harder than it would be for a normal werewolf. I'll send Hermione a patronus and see what she can find out about-" I was cut off by my mate lifting me into his arms and kissing the daylights out of me.

"Not only do you think it's possible, but you're willing to have a baby with me...I don't know what I did to deserve you Y/n Y/L/n, but I'm never letting you go."

"I don't know what I did to deserve you either...but I really must thank Professor Trelawney..."

(Wolfs Voices-

Klaus' wolf speaking

Y/n speaking to her wolf

Y/n's wolf speaking)

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

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Prompt 16 - Tear

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“It’s too dangerous, Reg. You’ve only just gotten back. They’ll be watching every move you make.” James tried to be gentle, but each word was like a stab to his chest. Regulus felt the tear drip down his cheek but didn’t have the energy to wipe it away. “Oh, Reg love, I’d be there in a heartbeat if it wouldn’t put you in danger.” Regulus nodded sadly. He understood he really did. But that didn’t take away the feelings he had. He’d gotten so used to being around James again in that last week, even when it was awkward. Heck, he’d even enjoyed being around Sirius. He wanted out of Voldemort’s clutches. He just needed to figure out how to do that without putting anyone he cared about in danger.

“How’s Sirius?” He asked. Fenrir would have wasted no time in collecting Remus. Fenrir had been after him since before he left Hogwarts.

“He’s okay. Remus is still with us. We think the failed takeover of the Ministry might delay Voldemort’s plans to enlist him. He’s brushing up on his wand-less magic in the meantime because they’ll probably take his wand as soon as they take him as a precaution, and he needs to be able to defend himself.” James was skirting around his question, which probably meant Sirius was a mess. His brother wore his heart on his sleeve and always had done. He wouldn’t be still again until Remus had finished his mission and was safe in Sirius’s arms. Regulus was just glad he’d have James to help him through it, and he never thought he’d feel that way, ever.

James had helped bring the brothers closer again, and Regulus felt the loss of Sirius as well. He never thought he’d long to be back in that dank little cellar, but for the first time in years, he’d felt safe and happy, well apart from his first day where Moody had interrogated him, but other than that, he’d been able to breathe. Here in this house, he was alone.

“He doesn’t suspect me. I managed to pass his legimancy tests twice.” He told James, changing the subject.

“That’s good, Reg. Just be careful, okay. Don’t push it.” Regulus was sure James hadn’t meant to treat him like a petulant child, but Regulus couldn’t help sulking.

“I need to go, love,” James said, sadness creeping over his features. “I’ve got a meeting.” Regulus forced a smile.

“Okay. — James?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” He hadn’t said it in so long, but he still felt the warmth those three words had always brought when he’d said them as a boy to James. James’s face softened.

“I love you too, Reg. Always have, always will. Be safe, okay? Don’t do anything reckless.”

“I’m not Sirius,” He returned to sulking.

“You’re more alike than you care to admit. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Check you’re alright.”

“Bye,”

“Bye, love,” James’s image vanished, and Regulus felt lonely. Another tear escaped from his eyes. He roughly brushed it away with the sleeve of his robes.

It was late now, but he decided he needed to be around someone, and the only people he could stand who wouldn’t arouse suspicion were Evan and Barty.

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