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krumione · 5 months

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“The very first time I saw you Harry, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar, but by your eyes. They’re your mother, Lily’s. Yes. Oh, yes. I knew her. Your mother was there at a time for me when no one else was.”

#hpedit #lilyevansedit #hp #lit #gryffindoredit #litedit #paleedit #palemakers #paleresource #palenet #palesources #mysticalpale #fandomaestheticnet #type: graphic #ch: lily evans #house: gryffindor #era: marauders #*#*graphics

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orderoftheavengers · 4 months

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Cosmic!

Summary: While getting ready for her first year at Hogwarts, Kamala Khan discovers her grandma's old wand in the attic, and unlocks her own Jinn heritage.

House: Gryffindor

Blood Status: Halfblood and “half-breed”

Species: Human/Jinn hybrid

Wand: Deodar Cedar, 6 inches, Djinn hair from her great-grandmother

Broom: Cleansweep; has since upgraded to crystal air-steps

Patronus: Marbled Cat

Specialties: Conjuring, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Divination

Sorting:

It was a tossup between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, due to her craftiness and imagination. But Kamala's true power is daring, and her true desire is to join the heroes she idolizes.

Jinn:

The Khans are an average half-blood wizarding family—muggle father, magical mother. While getting her trunk together for her first year at Hogwarts, Kamala finds an old chest in the attic that belonged to her estranged grandmother, containing some interesting items: a Gryffindor scarf, a bangle, and an elegant wand. Her controlling mother demands she forget all of this "junk" and use the boring wand they bought from Ollivander. But Kamala sneaks the effects onto the Hogwarts Express with her. She rides the train with her muggleborn friend Bruno, and her half-blood friend Nakia, a third year Gryffindor Prefect. At the Sorting Ceremony, Kamala and Bruno go into Gryffindor and Ravenclaw respectively.

During her first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, Kamala discovers that her grandmother's wand can do things no other wand can. And her bangle is a Portkey. Bruno analyses the wand and discovers that its core is a Jinn's hair, from someone sharing DNA with Kamala. With Bruno's help, Kamala begins uncovering her buried family history. Kamala practices her new magic on the roofs of Hogwarts. At one Care of Magical Creatures class, she saves Fleur Delacour's irritating nice Zoe from a rabid niffler, and gains an ally. During a fight in Hogsmeade with some evil Jinn, Kamala discovers that the Portkey bangle is also functionally a time-turner, and completes a Stable Time Loop to save her half-Jinn grandmother as a child. Also on Kamala's tail is a zealous Ministry of Magic agent named Dolly Stoher-Umbridge, Dolores's less interesting niece. The most incompetent agent in Ministry history, Umbridge 2.0 spends the entire school year failing to capture Kamala, then loses her job after nearly blowing up Hogwarts.

Mom finally comes around and supports Kamala joining the Order of the Avengers, even making her new robes. Kamala then does some missions for Mad-Eye Fury, with Carol Danvers and Monica Rambeau.

Patronus:

Kamala leaps and bounds through the air in the constraining urban landscape very much like a small cat hunting in the rainforest, trailing her long scarf like the marbled cat’s exceptionally long tail. She has a cat's disdain for doing as she's told, but also a feline's stealth to break the rules under her opponent's nose. She is overall harmless, yet hunted simply for standing out.

AN: I've yet to see "the Marvels," but I'm looking forward to when I do. I enjoyed "Ms. Marvel," and meant to do this entry a while ago.

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hhartes · 1 year

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My final goal is gaslighting everyone into believing wolfstar has always been canon

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus x sirius #sirius x lupin #atyd remus #remus loves sirius #remus lupin #remus angst #the noble and most ancient house of black #marauders era #the marauders #gryffindor

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theinsomniacindian · 5 months

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Indian Chaotic Academia Pt. 1

Wanting to wear jumpers and hoodies but changing your mind after looking at the daily temperature

Scoring 97% in English in your board exams but your spoken English makes you sound like you are an illiterate crackhead

Messy yet (somewhat) intelligible handwriting

A weak spot for old Bollywood songs regardless of your personal taste in music

Wanting to study in a park or a cafe but you can't as they're too loud and busy

Adrak chai is the solution to everything

Muting the class WhatsApp group so you can read angsty fanfiction at 3 a.m. without alerting your parents

Buying several highlighters but still end up using blunt pencils to mark important study material

At some point, a B is the best grade you'll ever find in your report card

Reading the Mahabharata at the back of the class in the same way you would read a modern novel ("Nooo, why did he have to die 😭")

Coming up with ideas for study charts but never actually making them

The poem you have to learn in your regional language class is actually your favourite childhood song

Getting the 'Slytherin house' that always comes last in every school event

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7s3ven · 4 months

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LAST CHRISTMAS. tom riddle

( master list )

IN WHICH… Tom can’t fall in love, he shouldn’t be able to fall in love. So why does he love Y/N L/N with her yellow robes, doe eyes, and her obsession with snow so much that he’d kill anyone in his path to get to her?

Minor warnings : Not proof-read, kind of long, dark Tom Riddle, somewhat yandere

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“It may be hard to believe, but there was a time where Voldemort loved someone. He was young… barely eighteen. He loved her so much… that he would kill for her. So he did. He killed every boy interested in her and every girl who tormented her. And then he turned on her. Nobody knows what happened to sweet Y/N L/N. Maybe he killed her, maybe she got away… or maybe she stayed with him and let him taint her heart.

He was a boy who knew nothing of real love while she was a girl who wanted nothing but that.”

Tom couldn’t fall in love. He physically shouldn’t be able to fall in love. He wouldn’t let himself to fall in love. He would not allow himself that wretched moment of weakness his peers all seemed to suffer from.

Every day it was always, “Riddle, will you go out with me?” His answer was always no yet these lovesick girls never learned. They all flocked to him like annoying seagulls to a single, lonely chip.

“Excuse me,” A hand suddenly tapped Tom’s shoulder. He turned around, almost glowering at the girl in front of him. Before he could reject her, she spoke up. “You, uh, left this, Riddle.”

Of course, she knew his name but he didn’t know her’s.

She held out Tom’s precious diary and he was quick to snatch it out of her grip. He observed it, narrowing his eyes slightly before he subtly nodded. “Thank… you…” The words felt strange rolling off his tongue. He had never thanked anybody. He hesitated because he didn’t know her name.

“Y/N L/N.” She uttered, smiling.

“What?”

“My name is Y/N L/N. You seemed confused… so I thought you didn’t know me.”

Tom’s eyes flickered to the prefect badge pinned proudly to her robe. He arched an eyebrow. “You… you’re a prefect?” He questioned. He had never seen her at the meetings, which was strange because he noticed everyone.

“Yeah. Head girl.” Y/N beamed again, hardly offended by the fact that Tom didn’t know her despite them being counterparts.

Tom found it strange how he didn’t know her. He was supposed to considering she was the head girl. Tom observed her, staring at Y/N’s Hufflepuff uniform and the yellow ribbons intertwined with her braided hair.

“Right.” Tom muttered, clearing his throat.

“It was a pleasure talking to you, Riddle. I’ll see you around.” Y/N was the first to walk away. Tom wasn’t used to that because normally, he did that. He stared at Y/N’s back, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Everybody was frightened by Tom’s cold demeanour, but not Y/N. She had approached him so casually without a second thought.

Tom shook his head, sighing under his breath. “Hufflepuffs.”

The next time Tom stumbled upon Y/N was when she had been cornered by three Slytherin girls. He recognized the ringleader as the girl he had rejected last week.

“Stay away from Tom.” The silver-haired girl grumbled, invading Y/N’s personal space. Y/N didn’t seem at all phased. She just smiled as she stared into the girl’s bright blue eyes.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Y/N questioned, innocently tilting her head to the side.

“Just stay away from Tom, got it?” The Slytherin girl repeated, her glare hardening.

Tom cleared his throat from behind the trio, making his presence known. “Is there a problem here?” He asked, arching an eyebrow.

The trio of Slytherin girls instantly recognized his voice. “Riddle!” The ringleader exclaimed, jumping. She nervously smiled. “We were just helping L/N here. She needed help with… uh…” She trailed off, her eyes wildly darting around.

“Her makeup!” One of her friends piped up, “She likes a boy and wanted our help!”

The third girl quickly nodded and grabbed Y/N by the shoulders, pushing her forward. “Isn’t she pretty? Imagine how pretty she would be with makeup!”

Tom’s stare hardened. He glanced down at Y/N, his lips pressed into a thin line. “She’s pretty enough as is.” He spoke, reaching out to grasp a strand of Y/N’s hair. “Well, I’ll be needing her. Prefect business, you understand?” Tom ripped Y/N from the girl’s grasp and led her down the long, winding hallway.

“Do you always have to deal with those pests?” Tom questioned, looking at Y/N once more.

“They aren’t that bad. They were worse in first year.” She smiled but that didn’t comfort Tom.

“You shouldn’t let them push you around. I’ll talk to them and make sure they never bother you again.” Tom furrowed his eyebrows.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” Y/N uttered, but Tom didn’t hear her. He was already walking off, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. Y/N frowned. “I hope he doesn’t kill them… he looks like the type.”

Y/N sighed, shaking her head. “No. He wouldn’t murder anybody. He’s the head boy.” She walked off in the opposite direction, quietly humming under her breath, unknown to the horrors Tom was committing with his damn pet snake.

Y/N strutted into the Great Hall, ready to eat dinner and gossip about useless things with her friends. But when she approached her companions, she was overwhelmed with their questions.

“Y/N, did you hear about the attacks?”

“I heard those three Slytherin bullies were targeted.”

“Well, they kind of deserved it. It’s not like they’re fully dead. They’re just stone.”

Y/N sat down, confused. “What happened?” And asked, tilting her head to the side.

Bella was the first to explain. “You know those three Slytherin girls who are always picking on you? They were all found turned to stone.” She looked around to make sure nobody was listening before she leaned forward and whispered, “The professors say it wasn’t a hex so they don’t really know what to do.”

“Oh… that’s…” Y/N couldn’t muster up any words. She glanced over at Tom, who was drinking out of his golden goblet. He locked eyes with her and his lips twisted into a cruel smirk.

“Did they find the perpetrator?” Y/N questioned, looking at Bella.

“No. I heard a few students talking about some sort of chamber but I wasn’t close enough to hear anything else.”

For the rest of dinner, Y/N was distracted by the way Tom kept glancing over at her. She felt a sick feeling in her stomach and she tried to convince herself that Tom played no part in this whole mess.

“I think I’m going to go to bed early.” Y/N stiffly smiled as she drank the last of her water from her cup.

Y/N quickly stood up, speed-walking out of hall. She heard someone following her and she spun around, hoping it wasn’t Tom. Luckily, it wasn’t.

It was a Gryffindor boy with messy black hair and stunning blue eyes. He grinned at her. “Y/N L/N, right?”

She slowly nodded.

“Listen, I’ve been interested in you for a while and I don’t want you to feel inclined to accepting my offer, but I would love if you would come to Hogsmeade with me.”

Y/N awkwardly smiled. “Ah, sorry, I’m a little busy. Maybe next time?” She suggested, trying to brush past the boy. But he grasped her wrist

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“You heard her the first time. She’s busy.” Tom had walked to stand behind the boy, towering over him with a mean glare.

“Right.” The Gryffindor thickly swallowed, “I’ll be on my way, then.” He scurried off, almost tripping over his robes.

“You didn’t have to scare him off.” Y/N murmured as she spared Tom a look before resuming her walk to the Hufflepuff common room. Tom followed after her, which unsettled Y/N.

She should have been placed in Gryffindor with how brave she was to eventually confront Tom. “What did you do with those Slytherin girls?” She softly inquired.

She heard Tom chuckle. “I didn’t do anything. Trust me.”

“It’s a bit hard to trust you when you smirked at me like that.” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

“I never touched those girls. I merely gave them a warning before leaving them. And next thing I know, they were turned to stone. Some Ravenclaw first year found them.”

Y/N stared into Tom’s eyes, looking for any indication that he was lying. It was a bit hard to read him considering he barely had any emotions. But there was a gleam in his usually blank eyes.

“Okay.” She whispered, despite not fully believing him.

Tom had ended up walking Y/N to her common room and she politely nodded. “Good night, Riddle.”

“Call me Tom. Good night, Y/N.”

Rowan, the poor Gryffindor boy who had asked Y/N out, was the next target. Though, he wasn’t found turned to stone. His body was entirely mutilated and Y/N took pity on the third year girl who had discovered his body in the bathroom.

Y/N sat with Bella, pushing her food around on her silver plate. On instinct, she glanced at Tom. He had that same infuriating smirk and this time, he slightly raised his goblet. His actions made his friends laugh.

“I’m leaving for class early. See you at lunch, Bella.”

Her friend hummed, too busy staring at a boy from across the room to notice Y/N’s uneasiness.

Y/N stiffened as she saw Tom stand up out of the corner of her eye. She tried to speed walk away but he easily caught up to her.

“What did you do do him?” She asked, referring to Rowan. He had no enemies and Tom was the only person Y/N could think of. After all, the head boy hadn’t seemed too pleased to see Y/N talking with Rowan.

“Accusing me again? There’s an actual murderer on the loose and instead, you’re pointing fingers at me?” Tom let out a small scoff while Y/N silently stared up at him. “I’m head boy. Do you really think I would decapitate a body?”

“Nobody said anything about the body being decapitated.”

“I saw it. As head boy, I was at the scene.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes while Tom mentally cursed at his mistake. Hufflepuffs were usually easy to gaslight, but not Y/N. And that annoyed Tom.

“They’re still observing the body but I wouldn’t be walking alone if I were you. This attacker seems to be targeting people who are,” Tom took a step closer to Y/N, “All alone.”

Tom cunningly grinned as he shrugged. “Enjoy your walk, Y/N.”

Y/N didn’t want to take any chances with Tom since he was her prime suspect. But if he was the murderer, why wasn’t she his next victim? She was alone and the castle was deserted. Now would be the perfect time.

Tom chuckled as the cogs in Y/N’s head started moving. He was going to strut away from the Hufflepuff but Y/N was quick to grab his sleeve.

“Walk me to class.” She demanded. For the first time in a long time, Tom felt his cheeks heat up. And strange enough, he felt a jolt of lightning pass through his body when Y/N’s grasped him.

He concealed those odd emotions. “With pleasure.”

Potions was their first class. Usually, Gryffindors and Slytherins were put together but this year the school decided to mix it up. Classes were now decided on a student’s academic record. And lucky for Tom, all of his courses were with Y/N. Never had he been so glad that one of his peers had almost beaten him for the spot of top student.

Y/N tried to sit away from Tom but he dragged her to a table near his friends. She nervously sat down, tapping her foot against the floor.

She could feel someone burning holes into her back with their glare and Y/N looked over her shoulder, locking eyes with a Ravenclaw girl. She sneered at Y/N.

The H/C-haired teenager slowly turned her head to look at her textbook, but her peace was short lived when a cauldron came crashing down on her head.

It hit her with such force that her head jolted forward and slammed against the wooden table. A sickening crack was heard and the class went silent.

Tom and his friends were the first to react. Avery lifted Y/N and helped her sit up. Her nose was heavily bleeding and the crimson liquid dribbled down her chin, staining the pages of her new and crisp book.

Malfoy held his hands underneath her chin to catch most of the blood while Avery dapped at Y/N’s nose with the sleeve of his robe.

Rosier grabbed the cauldron, slamming it back down in front of the Ravenclaw. At that very moment, Professor Slughorn entered.

He observed the bizarre scene, effortlessly piecing everything together. “Tom, my boy, please escort Miss L/N to the hospital wing. You may bring Mr Avery and Mr Malfoy with you. Rosier, Mulciber, Nott, Lestrange, I want a full explanation of what happened.” Slughorn turned to the Ravenclaw, “Miss Li, I will also require your explanation.”

Hyehi Li, the girl who had thrown the cauldron at Y/N’s head, was gone. She was found by the Ravenclaw Quidditch up on the roof, impaled onto a sharp spear. The students of Hogwarts were growing restless. Parents wanted to collect their kids but the murderer could be anybody, staff or student. Therefore, it was imperative that the professors worked fast to track the attacker down.

Y/N sat in her dorm, thinking to herself. All of the people attacked were connected to her. The three Slytherin girls had bullied her, Rowan had somewhat flirted with her, and Hyehi had injured Y/N. And Tom was there to witness all three incidents.

There wasn’t anybody else who could be doing these things. Y/N was also aware of Tom’s fascination with the dark arts.

It was Christmas Eve and since the school couldn’t technically hold the students in the castle over the holiday, they had no choice but to let them go.

Y/N’s parents were on a trip right now, so she had to stay behind. Not many students wanted to stay at Hogwarts, but Y/N knew Tom and his posse would be roaming the halls.

She was nervous to walk out of the common room, but she was hungry, even at this time when it was close to midnight, and the kitchen was so close.

“L/N!” A voice Y/N didn’t recognize suddenly called out. She turned around, watching a Slytherin boy jog towards her. She recognized him as a year below her.

“Ah… you shouldn’t be talking to me, it’s not safe.” Y/N had come to the conclusion that any boy or girl who teased or flirted with her was in serious trouble if Tom ever found in.

“Why? I just wanted to say happy Christmas Eve. And thanks for helping me with my homework this year. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

Y/N stiffly smiled and nodded her head. “You’re welcome. Good bye.” Y/N wanted to leave but the boy blocked her path.

“Do you have anybody to celebrate Christmas with? You’re always welcome in the Slytherin common room. Riddle seems to have taken a liking to you.”

Speak of the devil, Y/N could hear Avery’s loud laughs from just around the corner. And where Avery was, Tom and his friends were sure to follow.

Y/N’s eyes slightly widened. “Please leave me alone… for your sake.” She whispered, trying to brush past him. But the boy didn’t seem to sense the urgency in Y/N’s voice as he grabbed her shoulder just as Tom came into sight.

A feeling of dread overcame Y/N as Tom approached the pair. “Onyx.” He greeted the boy by the last name. “What business do you have with Y/N?”

Onyx, as oblivious as ever, smiled. “I was just thanking her for helping me. And I was going to invite her to spend Christmas in the Slytherin chamber.”

Tom narrowed his eyes as he slowly nodded. “… I see. We’ll have to finish decorating the tree then. Come on.” Tom guided Onyx with a firm hand on his back. Y/N’s breath trembled and finally having had enough of being connected to all the murders, she silently followed Tom and his friends and Onyx.

There was a loud bang and as Y/N peeked around the corner, she almost gasped. Avery, the supposed sweet boy who had helped her with her bloody nose, had just knocked Onyx out cold.

“Let’s get this over with quickly. I have some matters to attend to.” Tom pulled out his wand, pointing the tip at Onyx. “Avada Kedavra.” There was a blinding flash of green light and then all was still.

Y/N stumbled back. She quickly sprinted off, making sure to be quiet and not leave anything behind. She burst into the Hufflepuff common room and began to wildly knock on every door.

“Why is no one here?!” She exclaimed, pounding her fist against the wall. “The headmaster and Slughorn are gone too! And Dumbledore- Wait, I can tell Dumbledore!”

She rushed to the exit but crashed into a tall figure. She fell back, hitting her head.

“You didn’t think you would actually get away, did you?” It was just Tom this time. His friends were nowhere to be seen.

Y/N scrambled back but Tom easily outstretched a hand, grabbing her collar and pulling her up. “I got you a gift.” He said, handing Y/N a narrowly wrapped present as soon as the clock struck midnight.

“If it’s part of a body, I don’t want it.”

Tom merely smiled. “Open it and find out.”

Y/N opened the lid a tiny bit, jumping when she saw a pure white snake inside. It hissed and bared it’s sharp fangs at her.

“Sweet dreams, amour.” Tom uttered, stepping forward and knocking the present out of Y/N’s grasp. The box fell and the snake swiftly slithered over to Y/N’s ankle. “I love you.”

He harshly pressed his lips to Y/N’s just as the snake opened its mouth and sank its fangs into her flesh.

“Is this really the best way to do it?” Avery questioned as him and Lestrange pulled a wooden plank from their dorm floor. “We could just hide her dead body in a closet. Though, eventually, her corpse is going to rot and stink.”

Tom, from his position on his bed, tilted his head to the side. “Who said anything about her being dead?”

Nott arched an eyebrow and laughed. “She’s not actually alive, is she? Because stuffing her in there would be cruel.”

“Since when did you care about being cruel?” Tom retorted, “To be honest, I’m not actually sure whether she’s dead or not. I checked her pulse and there was none but her heart is still beating. It’s… strange. And fascinating.”

Tom’s lips curled into a smirk.

Y/N was shoved beneath the floor boards right next to Tom’s bed. He lay down, closing his eyes and listening to the dull thumping beat of Y/N’s heart.

All that happened last year. Y/N’s body was never found and Hogwarts lost a bright student. Tom’s friends could never hear Y/N’s heartbeat but Tom could.

He heard it at night when he was cramming in some late night study.

He heard it when he was kissing another girl in his bed and it reminded him of who his heart belonged to.

He heard it as he descended into a dark madness that not even Dumbledore could stop.

And he heard it as he yelled the very same spell he had yelled at Onyx on that fateful night at Harry Potter. Up in the castle, Y/N’s body still lay shoved deep under.

As Tom Riddle, now known as Voldemort, faded into nothing, he could hear Y/N’s heartbeat get louder and louder and he was reminded of what he had done to the sweet Hufflepuff.

That was her last Christmas and she had spent it under the floor, dead but not fully, never to be found or seen or heard from again.

“Last Christmas, I gave you my heart… but the very next day you stuffed it underneath the floorboards with the rest of my corpse until the sound of my heartbeat intensified your descent into madness.”

#tom riddle #harry potter x reader #hogwarts houses #slytherin #hufflepuff #gryffindor #ravenclaw #tom riddle x reader #voldemort #lord voldemort #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #xreader #malfoy manor #draco malfoy #ron weasley #harry potter fanfiction

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acewitch-writes · 4 months

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I love Canon Remus and all of his flaws. Enough of this "Casanova of Gryffindor Tower" BS, Remus is the cowardly lion of Gryffindor tower. He values bravery because it is something that he lacks and yet still strives to be. He has an ingrained sense of shame and self-loathing and an inferiority complex that stems from society's contempt and marginalization towards Lycanthropy, a condition he was cursed with from a very young age. He wasn't a leader, he was a follower. A blind follower who believed to his core that he was unworthy of love and respect because of what he was.

Which opens the door to what I believe to be Remus' greatest flaw: His unwavering, unquestioning devotion to Albus Dumbledore.

I think Remus saw Dumbledore as the perfect encapsulation of Good. He was everything that Remus desperately wanted to be, everything that society was determined to believe a werewolf could never be. And maybe, if Remus could earn (and cling to) Dumbledore's favor and make him proud, he would prove to the world and himself that he is Good, too, in spite of his lifelong curse.

Remus felt that he owed Dumbledore a debt he could never hope to repay for allowing this chronically ill little boy into his school when no werewolf before him had ever been given such an opportunity. So many of Remus' choices in canon stem directly from this imagined debt that he had dedicated his life to paying. Hell, he didn't even hold a grudge against Snape for OUTING HIM to the entire wizarding world simply because Dumbledore trusted him.

Remus trusted Dumbledore wholeheartedly. And Dumbledore personally saw to Harry's placement with the Dursleys. Why should Remus have considered, for even a moment, that Harry wasn't safe? Certainly far safer than he would have been with a monster in close proximity, as Remus believed himself to be. In his mind, staying away from Harry was what was best for Harry. Until Dumbledore needed a favor, that is.

It's reductive to suggest that Remus failed Harry (and by extension, James) for putting his trust in Dumbledore to do right by Harry. James and Sirius trusted Dumbledore, too. They all did. Stripping away all of the nuance and blaming the abuse Harry suffered on Remus is simply unfair. NO ONE helped Harry, not even those who were fully equipped to do so, and Remus was the farthest thing from being equipped to take that on, what with being an impoverished werewolf living in a society that reviles his very existence. The only person who could have saved Harry from the abuse was the very man that placed him in that home, the very man that Remus revered with blind conviction.

#canon Remus is so complex and interesting #he's spineless and soft and consumed by self-loathing and fear #I think he was drawn to Sirius and James and Gryffindor House in general for the same reasons he was devoted to Dumbledore #He was quick to believe that Sirius was guilty because he had no confidence in himself to make his own judgement #He considered himself to be an inherent monster battling endlessly to supress his evil nature #and therefore placed all of his faith in those he believed to be Wholly Good #Reducing his character to “selfish manipulative coward” is a disservice #Also erasing these flaws in favor of the Fanon cocky asshole alpha male wattpad werewolf Remus is a massive disservice #remus lupin #marauders #character study #Canon Remus Defense Squad #i could rattle on and on about this topic for hours

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reggieblackdiary · 2 months

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I need a hug from James Potter. That’s it.

#marauders #hogwarts houses #jegulus #regulus black #wolfstar #gryffindor #james potter #sirius black #slytherin

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ecstarry · 12 days

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@jegulus-microfic / voice / 355 words

“He doesn’t have the right voice,” Regulus stated firmly.

Barty bursted out laughing along with Evan, “What does that even mean?”

They had spent all night trying to figure which Hogwarts bachelor would be Regulus’ best match. They started by house and went through the list of every student from sixth and seventh year. Even the most handsome and brilliant students apparently were not good enough for Regulus.

There was always something. Too short, too tall, too dumb, too full of himself, too anything.

“At this rate the only other boys we haven’t gone through is your brother, and I’m guessing that’s another Black tradition you are no longer following. Then we have Lupin, but you don’t seem like the ‘stealing your brother’s boyfriend type’, and of course there’s Pettigrew which you never have the patience for. And finally-” Barty paused and his eyes widened. He slowly approached Regulus, who was trying his hardest to conceal the flush creeping through his cheeks.

“Well, all that’s left is Potter. But I never thought you to be the ‘falling for my brother’s best friend’ type either,” Barty remarked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Regulus couldn’t help it; a small smile appeared at the corner of his face at the mention of James’ name. He was perfect. James had just the right height, and he was brilliant but not arrogant about it, he was funny and attentive and truly perfect. And his voice – Regulus loved it almost as much as he loved his smile.

He was so obviously and pathetically in love with him that his little reaction was enough for his friends to know just how enamored he was.

“I can’t believe this! Regulus Black, member of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, practically the prince of Slytherin, is in love with the golden boy from Gryffindor?” Barty teased loudly.

“I am not!” Regulus retorted, though his tone was anything but convincing.

“Tell that to your face,” Evan quipped, earning a playful glare from Regulus.

“Fuck off,” Regulus rolled his eyes, but a bright smile peeked through—one that only James Potter could provoke.

more microfics here

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hinatastinygiant · 4 months

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Brewing Affections

ONESHOT: Brewing Affections ~ Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Smut, Angst

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"Hurry up, Garreth, we're going to be late!" you groan as you look behind you while your brother struggles to take out his wand from his robe.

"Relax sis, we still have a whole five minutes," he retorts.

You sigh. "It's not a short walk to the potions room, you know," you reply, rolling your eyes as you turn back around. "You always make us late."

"Do not!" he retorts.

"Oh really? Last week, we were almost 10 minutes late to charms, and the week before, we were 15 minutes late, and the week before—"

"Okay okay, I get it!" he grumbles. "We'll make it, though. Besides, who's going to care?"

You sigh. He doesn't understand the importance of being punctual. You, on the other hand, are a stickler for being on time. It's the one thing you don't need to be smart to do at this school.

Finally, after a seven-minute walk, you arrive only slightly late to Professor Sharp's potions class. The two of you stand by your cauldrons with the other 7th year Gryffindors who tell you that Sharp is still writing something down on his desk, and hasn't begun. Unfortunately for you, this causes Garreth to stick out his tongue at you and say, "I told you so!"

You scoff, "Whatever."

The two of you get ready for the lesson, pulling out your vials, measuring spoons, and ingredients. But when Professor Sharp is finally ready to start class, he clears his throat and begins to explain that today's class will be slightly different. "Today," he says with a bit of a proud grin on his face, "I will be pairing you up with different partners. Good practice for some of you who can't seem to get along with the other houses in here."

"I swear to god if he pairs me up with that wannabe pretty boy Sallow," Garreth begins to complain to Leander on the opposite side of where you sit, "I'll fucking quit this class."

You roll your eyes. Garreth has always had a rivalry with Sebastian. It's not really a rivalry, but more so that the two are complete opposites of each other. You don't usually pay it much mind. They're both on rival quidditch teams, and have different opinions on nearly everything so it's pretty normal. However, the fact that they're both so competitive makes their arguments much worse.

"Now, please listen carefully, for I will not be repeating myself," Professor Sharp continues, "When I call your names, you will go sit across from your partner. Understood?"

There are a couple of quiet mumbles of "Yes Sir," before Professor Sharp continues.

"Mr. Cromwell, with Ms. Jones."

"Lucky Cromwell," Garreth nods to Leander.

"Ms. Huxley, with Mr. Prewett," Sharp continues. "Hm, then I'll have Ms. Weasley with Mr. Sallow."

Garreth's head immediately turns to yours and he mouths, "Better you than me."

You, however, just shake your head and shrug your shoulders. It's not a big deal to you, even though the two of you can't get along, you'll at least be able to get the job done.

You watch as Sebastian slowly makes his way across the classroom to your station. You're not sure why he's moving so slowly, but you think it might be his ego weighing him down.

"Better keep your hands to yourself, Sallow," Garreth whispers to him with narrowing eyes. "Touch my sister and you're dead."

"I think you better tell her that," Sebastian smirks as he leans against the table, "She's the one who couldn't keep her hands off of me yesterday."

Your eyes widen. What the fuck is he talking about?

"What the hell are you talking about?" Garreth's voice is rising. "You lying—"

"Hey hey," Leander holds his arm out in front of him, "Don't get yourself in trouble with Sharp."

Sebastian is smiling to himself as the four of you watch Professor Sharp call the rest of the class to their new stations. Once Garreth is gone, you're left to deal with Sebastian on your own. It's then that Professor Sharp gives directions, explaining that he will be giving each table their own, unknown potion and are expected to brew it before leaving the room. "Teamwork," he tells the class. "Will be imperative to completing this potion I promise you've never attempted to brew before. And, I have a feeling it will take some time," Professor Sharp shakes his head.

You try not to ignore how close Sebastian is getting to you as Sharp passes out instructions on a small piece of paper. Once you receive yours, you read it aloud to Sebastian.

"You know those directions are never accurate," he sighs once you finish, picking up way too much Serpentine Shadowroot than needed.

"Are you serious? I don't think Sharp would give us a mystery potion with incorrect directions," you shake your head as you snatch the shadow root from his hand.

"Yes, I am serious. You must not be familiar with Sharp's techniques then. Remind me, are you new here? Do you need me to teach you, Y/N," Sebastian grins, leaning in close.

You roll your eyes. "Don't pretend like you know him better than anyone else. You're always trying to prove yourself to everyone."

"And what's wrong with that?" Sebastian asks.

"You're so annoying," you shake your head as you measure out just the right amount of shadow root.

"You really want us to fail, don't you? Are you trying to spend extra time with me, Weasley?" he then asks you, his smirk only widening on his face.

"Merlin's Beard, you just can't help yourself, can you? I'm pretty sure I've made it fairly obvious I'm not interested in you flirting with me right now, Sallow," you grumble.

"Oh? Not right now?" he repeats. "So does that mean I've got a shot later?"

"Shut up, Sallow. Just read the damn directions again," you shake your head.

"Why? So you can be a goody two shoes and do all the work? That's what all your friends see, don't they?" he begins to provoke you.

"No," you shake your head. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't?" Sebastian laughs. "I think I know you and your friends a lot better than you think."

"You don't know me," you roll your eyes.

"You're right. But I'm willing to learn," Sebastian smirks.

You don't even bother replying, you just roll your eyes and reach past him to get the next ingredient. "No, that's not next!" he suddenly shouts, causing you to pull back your arm so quickly that you bump your elbow against your cauldron and spill the contents onto the floor. You glare at Sebastian as the rest of the class stares in your direction.

"You ass, what the hell was that?!" you exclaim, reaching over and grabbing his shirt collar.

"I didn't mean—" he starts to defend himself.

Just then, Professor Sharp approaches and clears his throat. You let go of Sebastian and place your hands on your sides. "Apologies, Professor, but-"

"Save it, Weasley," he shakes his head. "I suppose the whole family really is the same. I thought you were different. To the Headmaster's office. Both of you!"

***

"Back again, Sallow?" Headmaster Black shakes his head when he sees the two of you begrudgingly enter his office. "You really need to stop getting yourself sent here."

"What? But I don't always come," Sebastian insists. "Scribner lets me go almost every time!"

"Oh does she now?" Black nods his head as though he had no previous knowledge of this. "Well, she must have been feeling particularly nice then."

You can't help but chuckle quietly to yourself as Sebastian gets reprimanded. You've only ever talked to Headmaster Black a few times over the past few years, and it was only really because of what happened to your parents in Hogsmeade two years back.

"I understand the situation with your sister, Anne, and wanting to help find a cure for her seemingly unmanageable illness, but this is not the way of doing things," Black continues.

"Yes, Sir," Sebastian sighs.

Your smile fades as Sebastian hangs his head down low. You didn't realize just how poorly his sister was doing, and judging by his reaction, you can only assume the worst.

"Now," Headmaster Black begins to address the both of you, "What was the incident today in potions?"

"She—" Sebastian immediately begins, before you cut him off.

"I bumped my elbow against the cauldron and knocked it over, causing Sebastian to get in trouble for my mistake," you explain.

"No, no, no," Sebastian insists. "That's not what-"

"But that is the truth," you insist, looking at the Headmaster, "I'll gladly accept whatever punishment you deem appropriate."

"Very well," he sighs. "20 points from Gryffindor. Now, leave. I have no need for further discussion with the two of you."

"Yes, Sir," the both of you respond in unison.

As you walk out, Sebastian leads the way, not bothering to turn back or wait for you as he heads toward the Slytherin dorms. "Sebastian!" you call out hopelessly, but it isn't until you run in front of him and hold out your hand against his chest that he stops.

"What?" he snaps.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. I didn't know that's why you were acting the way you were," you sigh. "I didn't realize that-"

"Piss off," he replies coldly, shoving his shoulder against yours as he continues walking.

"Please," you insist, following after him, "Listen to me, will you? I'm trying to apologize, you jerk!"

"Why?" he asks, stopping in his tracks. "Why are you apologizing?"

"Because," you reply, "I didn't realize. I didn't know that was the case. But I know what it's like to lose someone I love."

"Anne isn't dead, idiot," he grumbles before walking away. You decide not to chase after him again.

***

"Hey, Y/N," Garreth taps your shoulder. You and the rest of your Gryffindor friends are sitting in the Great Hall for dinner, but all you can think about is the events earlier in the day. "You're going to the game tomorrow, right?"

"Huh?" you look at your brother and nod. "Yeah, yeah, of course."

"Who are you rooting for?" Leander asks.

You look at Garreth who passes you a smirk, though he doesn't let anyone else see it. He then makes a kissy face, mocking the way you know Leander feels about you.

"Gryffindor," you laugh, hitting your brother in the chest. "I'm a Gryffindor, why would I cheer for Slytherin?"

"Oh, yeah, well, I know that. I just thought maybe there was a certain Gryffindor you were interested in, is all," Leander blushes, avoiding eye contact with the rest of the table.

"I don't think there is," you answer coldly before going back to your trance. You can somewhat hear the laughter that erupts from the rest of the table at Leander's expense, but you don't pay it much care.

"Oh, that reminds me," Garreth then calls to you, "what happened in the headmaster's office with Sallow? He didn't throw you under the bus, did he?"

"No," you shake your head as you glance past him at the Slytherin table on the opposite side. "But I did cost us 20 points."

"Fucking serious?" Garreth grumbles as he turns his head to face the rest of the Slytherin table.

"What is it, Garreth?" you ask, still looking over as well.

"They're all just fucking pricks," he growls.

Sebastian isn't hard to spot at the table. He's rather tall and has a commanding presence, and that's not even counting his enviously soft hair and strong jawline. He sits, unbothered, as he talks to his friend Ominis Gaunt. When Garreth turns back around, you keep your gaze fixated on the handsome Slytherin. You didn't realize it at first, but the way he treats everyone is almost like a defense mechanism. It's like he tries to gain everyone's love because he's afraid he won't get enough somewhere else.

When the two of you catch eyes, he doesn't smile, but instead, his eyes widen. It's like he's surprised, or maybe he's nervous. Maybe he's embarrassed about what happened in the hallways, or the potions classroom. Either way, you avert your eyes before anything can happen.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Garreth then asks you softly. "Nothing happened to you, right?"

"No," you reply, your voice in a whisper. "I'm fine. I think I just need some air."

You quickly excuse yourself from the table and head outside. It's a bit colder than usual tonight, but the weather is still quite pleasant. The moon is bright, and there are some clouds scattered across the sky. You decide to walk around the school grounds for some time until you finally arrive back at the courtyard.

It's empty, you note. It must be past curfew already. You're not quite sure how time passed so quickly, but it did. However, before you can head inside, you spot someone sitting on the edge of the fountain. It's Sebastian.

Seeing him makes you hesitate. You don't know what to say, really. You wish you could apologize for being weird earlier in the day, but the last time you tried, it didn't go over so well. Instead, you approach him quietly.

As you get closer, you notice that his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are red. He looks sad, almost. Is he crying?

"Are you alright?" you ask him.

"What?" he responds, quickly wiping his eyes as he looks up at you. "Y/N, what're you doing here?"

"Uh, I'm not really sure," you respond softly. "Mind if I sit?"

Sebastian nods and scoots over slightly, allowing you to join him.

"Is everything okay?" you ask, your eyes glancing towards his.

"Yeah," he nods. "Why?"

"I just wanted to make sure," you answer as you reach into your cloak and pull out a small handkerchief. You then gently hold it out to him and allow him to take it from you.

"Thank you," he says, reaching out his hand.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, not really saying much of anything. "Is there anything I can do?" you finally ask him.

"Not unless you know of a cure for Anne," he scoffs.

"Sorry," you shake your head. "But I do know what it's like to see someone you love be in pain. Two years ago my parents were in Hogsmeade when a large troll appeared and caused some trouble. They were caught in the crossfire. There was nothing I could do."

"I'm sorry," Sebastian frowns.

"It's alright," you shake your head. "The point of telling you that wasn't to have you pity me or anything. It was just to show that I know what it's like. You've got someone to worry about, but you should take comfort knowing that she's still here."

"Do you miss them?" Sebastian asks, looking at you.

"Every day," you nod.

"I know I would, too," he sighs. "If Anne were to-"

"We don't have to talk about that," you shake your head.

"Sorry," he sighs.

"No, it's okay. But it's getting late, we should head back inside," you sigh.

"Y/N," Sebastian suddenly reaches out and grabs your wrist. "Thank you. For sitting with me. And listening."

"No problem."

***

The next afternoon you walk down to the common room where the rest of your Gryffindor friends are dressed in their house's colors. Everyone is chanting about how the quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin is the most important game of the season and that they need to beat Slytherin. Once everyone is ready, you head out and make your way to the quidditch pitch.

When the game is about to start, the crowd is abuzz. They're excited for the game to begin. It's the only time the entire school can be unified and on the same team. But before the game begins, Leander Prewett, dressed in his Quidditch uniform, approaches you with a pale face.

"Leader?" you begin, but before you can ask him why he's not getting ready for the game, he bends over to his left and vomits up whatever he had for lunch.

"Shit," you grimace. "Are you okay? Do you need some help?"

"No, I'll be fine," he shakes his head.

"You don't look fine," Cressida, one of the other 7th year girls, remarks.

"Cress, not now," Leander grumbles. "Y/N, please take my broom to Garreth. He said he's been wanting to use it so figured I'd give it to him since I can't play."

"Yeah, sure, but, uh, you really didn't need to walk all the way out here to give my stupid brother your broom. He's got his own," you sigh.

"Well, maybe I also partially wanted to see you," he smiles.

You chuckle softly. "I'll get this to Garreth. You go back to your room and rest."

As Leander nods, you walk to the side of the pitch toward the Gryffindor locker room. However, finding yourself preoccupied with thoughts of the night before, you enter the locker room and come face-to-chest with a tall, muscular Slytherin. Shit, you mutter to yourself, you've walked into the wrong room.

As you take a step back from the situation that you'd quite honestly love to be a part of in any other situation, you realize that the bare chest belongs to none other than Sebastian Sallow who's only dressed from the waist down. Finding yourself embarrassed, you look up and away from him before apologizing.

"Ah, hey there, Y/N," he calls out to you, grin ever present on his face. "Don't worry, it's not the first time a girl's seen me shirtless. You can look."

You roll your eyes. "Not interested."

"Are you sure about that?" he questions, his tone playful. "Oh, that reminds me, I wanted to let you know how grateful I am for what you said to me last night. You definitely did cheer me up and now I'm ready to kick some Gryffindor ass."

After he speaks, the rest of the men in the locker room erupt in an uproarous cheer. A few of them whistle as they crowd Sebastian, but you can still manage to spot the wink he sends your way before getting enveloped by his excited teammates. You roll your eyes as you walk out. Maybe you shouldn't have taken the fall for him in Black's office yesterday.

***

After returning from your delivery to Garreth, you walk up to the stands where the rest of your friends have saved you a seat.

"What's up, Cress?" you ask, taking your seat beside your friend who is folding her arms over her chest.

"Imelda," she grumbles, "is such a narcissistic bitch."

"What'd she do this time?" you sigh.

"She's the reason why Leander can't play!" Cressida exclaims.

"No way, are you serious?" you question.

"Yes! She gave him some weird potion so he'd get sick and not be able to play. We saw her on the way up to the stands laughing as she drank some kind of pink concoction. When I called her out, she just laughed and walked away," Cressida shakes her head. "It's fucking despicable."

"Oh wow," you reply. But before you can say anything more, the whole crowd shouts in an uproarous cheer. The game is beginning.

As the players fly around, hyping up the crowd before they play, Sebastian's broom stops just in front of where your group of friends happen to be standing. "I swear," you grumble, "this guy is fucking everywhere lately."

Cressida chuckles and nudges you in the shoulder before her breath suddenly hitches. Sebastian, his broom still stopped in front of the section where you are, blows a pink-lipped kiss towards you.

"Oh, Merlin's Beard," she gasps, grabbing your arm and holding it tightly. "He's flirting with you."

"Piss off," you mumble, trying to hide your embarrassment, "He's just an ass."

"He's so fucking cool," Leander shakes his head. You look at him in confusion as he gazes at Sebastian like a lovesick puppy.

"Why are you still here?" you ask with a nudge to his side. "Go home, Prewett!"

Finally, the lanky Gryffindor takes your advice and returns to his dorm room to rest. You're thankful. At least you can finally enjoy the game without worrying about him.

The crowd begins to cheer again when the game starts. Both teams fly around and try their best to score as many points as they can. But about halfway into the game, lightning strikes and the balls begin to act up.

"Think they're going to stop it?" Eric Northcott asks the group.

"No way, they can't stop it now!" Hector Jenkins adds.

"But if they don't, someone could get really hurt," Cressida adds.

That's true, you think to yourself. You're worried about Garreth, especially because he's not even on his typical broom.

Soon, your worry only intensifies as one of the Bludgers begin to act erratically. The crowd turns to panic as it rushes past the fifth row.

"Fuck," you breathe out. "It's headed right towards where Sebastian is!"

"Come on, Y/N, let's get out of here!" Cressida calls out to you.

"I'll be right there!" you reply, watching as they rush off before jumping down to the pitch. In all of the pandemonium, Sebastian gets knocked off his broom and nobody else seems to notice. "Sebastian!" you shout, running as fast as you can to his side. When you finally reach him, his body is bruised and bleeding from the fall. "Hey, Sebastian," you call to him, kneeling beside his body. "You need to get up."

"No," he groans, "I can't. Fuck, get the hell out of here, Weasley. It isn't safe."

"Hold on," you tell him, fumbling around in your clothes for your wand. Then, without another word, you Floo both you and Sebastian out of there. For some reason, the place your brain takes you to is the Room of Requirement.

When the two of you arrive, the room shifts into a sort of medical room. You immediately stand up and rush around for whatever bandages you can find. Sebastian manages to make his way over to a cot where he lets out a deep sigh.

"What the fuck was that?" he grumbles.

"I'm not sure," you reply.

"And why the fuck did you take me with you?" he continues.

"You were hurt and needed help," you retort, pulling out a vial of wiggenweld and some bandages.

"So what? Why did you help me? What happened to hating me?" he questions.

"I don't hate you," you answer. "You're just an ass sometimes."

"Oh yeah?"

"Don't make me regret saving your ass," you shake your head as you lift up his head and place a pillow beneath it. "Now drink."

"Are you serious?" he asks.

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"There are a million things wrong with that," he answers.

"Well, you're not really in the best position to be telling me what to do," you scoff as you place the vial in his hand. Sebastian begrudgingly drinks it as you dab the blood off his head with a damp towel. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

"You're so frustrating," he sighs, relaxing against the pillow as you accept the empty bottle back from him.

"Better to be frustrating than an asshole who leaves you bleeding out in the pitch," you smile to yourself. "Now get up, I'm bringing you to Nurse Blainey."

"No!" he quickly insists.

"No?" you look at him.

"Please," he shakes his head, reaching out and taking hold of your arm.

"Why not?"

"She's going to have a fit about it, and I don't want her yelling at me again," he replies. "I've been there too many times this semester. I don't want the lecture. Especially not with you there. Black will certainly have my head."

"Well what do you want me to do then?" you roll your eyes as you fold your arms over your chest.

"I dunno," he shrugs, hissing in pain when he accidentally moves his shoulder, "but maybe we could just stay here."

"Seriously? You're really going to be a baby and make me stay with you here all night? There's no way," you shake your head.

"Why not? Is it 'cause of before? I meant what I said, Y/N, it's not the first time a girl's seen me with my shirt off," he smirks as he attempts to sit up on his own.

You groan to yourself as you sit beside him on the bed. The two of you talk for a while, mostly about your siblings. You don't argue at all, just talk like genuine friends for the first time. Eventually, you begin to feel tired. It's only natural, considering the events of the day.

"Do you want me to walk you back to your room?" he asks softly, slightly waking you up from your half-slumber.

"Hmm?" you grumble, looking over at him.

"Do you want me to walk you back?" he asks again, a small smile growing on his face.

"Mhmm," you nod, "yeah, but, um, could we maybe wait one more minute?"

Sebastian chuckles as he stands up and grabs you by your hand. You feel suddenly a bit more awake as he pulls you to your feet and allows you to stand so close to him this time without saying anything to ruin the moment. "Come on, let's find the way out of here."

The two of you look, you really do, but neither of you can find the exit. "Are you sure there was a door?" Sebastian asks.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I mean, it's supposed to take you wherever you need it," you shrug. "Maybe there was no door because we don't need it. We just need to sleep."

"Does that mean the room is telling us we should sleep together?" Sebastian raises an eyebrow.

"That's not what I said," you grumble.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry," he chuckles. "But, um, are you okay with staying here?"

"I guess so," you sigh. "There aren't any other options, right? But there's only one cot."

"Don't look at me like that," he shakes his head. "I'm not going to make you sleep on the floor. I'm a gentleman."

"Sure you are," you roll your eyes.

"Oh, come on, Weasley, I thought we were over all that animosity," he shakes his head as he takes a step toward you. "And don't worry, that threat from your brother is clearly engraved in my brain. I won't touch you. Promise."

"I wasn't worried about that," you shake your head.

"Oh, really?" he chuckles. "Good. Then we should probably get some sleep."

With a sigh, you turn away from him and reach down to the hem of your shirt. Before you pull it up, you stop and look over your shoulder.

"What is it?" he asks.

"Stop watching," you insist.

"Oh, right," he laughs, shaking his head as he turns the opposite way to presumably do the same. You quickly take the opportunity to strip down and put on the shirt the room offers to you. It's a long shirt, which is fine. But the problem is that the shirt has no shorts to match. You take what you can get, though, and turn back to face Sebastian.

Your face heats up at the sight, and you hate yourself for it. Sebastian has nothing but boxers on, and he's already lying face-up on the cold floor.

"I won't look," he says, gazing up at the ceiling. "You can join me if you'd like."

"I'm good," you scoff, sitting on the edge of the bed and crossing your arms.

"Okay," he nods, his voice soft.

"Sebastian," you begin.

"Yeah?" he replies.

"Thanks," you whisper.

"What was that?" he asks, a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Don't make me repeat myself, Sallow," you shake your head.

"Alright," he responds. "I'm going to sleep. You should, too."

You don't respond, just lay down on the cot and shut your eyes. However, despite how hard you try, you can't fall asleep.

After what feels like an eternity, Sebastian speaks up. "Y/N, are you still up?"

"Uh huh," you answer, your eyes still closed.

"Can't sleep?"

"Not really," you shrug, opening your eyes and looking at him.

"What's on your mind?" he asks.

"I'm not sure," you tell him.

"Want me to keep talking to you until you fall asleep?"

"That might be a good idea, Sallow. You could bore me to sleep," you scoff.

"Oh, really?" he chuckles.

"No," you shake your head. "Talking to you is actually... kinda nice."

"Wow," he laughs, "you know, I didn't think we'd ever get along."

"Me neither," you answer honestly. "But it's not as bad as I thought, I guess."

"Yeah," he agrees. "I like being friends with you, Y/N. And if you need to talk, I'm here for you. And I won't tell anyone. I promise."

"Okay," you nod.

"And, hey, thank you again for saving me out there. That could've been really bad," he sighs.

"I didn't want anything to happen to you, Sallow," you answer softer this time.

After that, silence befalls the two of you again, but in your mind, the silence is so overwhelmingly loud.

You're not sure what it is, but something inside you forces you to grip tightly onto your blanket and sit up from the cot. You take a few steps and kneel down beside where Sebastian is trying to sleep. He looks over at you, puzzled, but waits to hear what you have to say before making any remarks.

You feel so stupid in your mind, but without a single word, you bend down and press a soft kiss against his lips. After the fact, you quickly pull back, your face hot as the fire whisky you drank the last time Gryffindor won a match.

"Weasley, what was-"

"Sebastian," you interject, "do you like me?"

"I don't know," he replies honestly. "You make me feel so many things."

"Do you want to find out?" you ask quietly.

Sebastian answers by grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap. His hands slowly run up and down your body before finally settling on your thighs. When he kisses you, it's hungry and desperate, like he's been holding it back all this time.

"Shit," he hisses as you bite his lip, pulling his hair. "You're a fucking tease, Weasley."

"Shut up, Sallow, and touch me," you grumble, kissing his neck before he has a chance to respond.

"Merlin, you're fucking incredible," he breathes out as his fingers slip underneath the hem of your shirt. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"I wouldn't be on your lap otherwise," you reply, leaning back a little so he can lift the shirt over your head.

"Fuck, look at you," he growls. "So fucking beautiful."

His hands trail up to cup your breasts, allowing the weight of them to fill his palms. His thumb traces around your nipple, and your head falls back as you let out a soft moan.

"Sebastian," you whisper, gripping his shoulder. "Don't stop, please."

He leans forward and begins kissing down your chest, his lips trailing between your breasts before reaching the space between them. He licks a line from the top to the bottom before gently sucking your skin, earning a small whimper from you.

"Sebastian, please," you beg, pushing your hips down against his. You can feel his hard cock against you, and it drives you wild.

"What's the matter? Impatient?" he smirks.

"You're an asshole," you reply, moving your hand down his warm torso and allowing your fingers to linger above the band of his boxers.

"Yeah, well," he replies, his hands resting on your hips as he pushes his erection up against you. "I just can't help that."

You smirk and kiss his lips once more before leaning back and allowing him to hover above you. "Do whatever you want to me, Sebastian," you whisper against his ear. "I'm yours."

"Fucking hell, Y/N," he curses before his hands grab your sides, pulling your hips against his. He grinds his hips into you, and the friction drives you mad.

"More," you moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "I need more, please."

"You're such a good girl," he breathes out. As he whispers words of praise in your ears, you look up at the ceiling and notice your reflection in the glass. Your eyes widen and a shiver runs down your spine.

"Sebastian," you gasp, your fingers curling tighter into his hair.

"What is it?" he asks, his hands still on your hips.

"The ceiling," you mumble, turning your head. "It's reflecting everything."

"I know," he chuckles.

You playfully shove him back as you realize that he must've been watching you this whole time, despite saying he wouldn't.

"That's fucking embarrassing," you scoff as he pulls himself closer to you again.

"Sorry," he chuckles. "I couldn't help myself. I did try my best to keep my eyes off, but I couldn't. You're just too gorgeous.

"I like hearing you say that," you admit quietly.

"I'm glad," he replies. "Now, come here."

You lean forward, expecting another kiss, but instead, he rolls you over. You now lay on your stomach, and he kneels behind you. "Do you have any idea how many times I've fantasized about seeing you like this?"

"Really?" you ask, looking over your shoulder at him while his hands slowly caress your ass.

"Absolutely," he nods. "You drive me wild."

As your face heats up, you bury it into the blanket beneath you.

"Don't be embarrassed," he tells you, leaning forward and grabbing a fistful of your hair. "I want to hear everything. No holding back."

"Okay," you breathe out.

Sebastian's hand trails down your spine and stops right above your ass. "Tell me, have you ever done this before?"

"Y-yeah," you reply.

"Who was it?" he asks.

"Doesn't matter," you shake your head.

"Hmm," he hums before bringing his hand down to slap your ass. "That's not what I asked."

"Sebastian-"

"I'll only ask once more, Y/N. Who was it?"

"Eric," you mumble.

"Interesting," he remarks. "So, is that why he always makes sure to sit near you?"

"No," you answer.

"Did he touch you like this?" he then asks, his fingers slipping beneath your panties, between your folds, and gently circling your clit.

"Ahh, Sebastian, fuck," you whine, trying to push your hips back against his hand.

"Answer me, Y/N," he demands.

"Yes," you nod, biting your lip.

"What else did he do to you?" he asks, his fingers tracing over your wet cunt.

"He-" you stop, a whimper escaping your lips when his fingers slowly pump inside you.

"You're so wet," he remarks, his voice low. "I doubt you could get this wet to just anyone, Y/N. How many times did you fuck him?"

"I-I'm not sure," you stutter as his fingers begin to work faster.

"Oh, you little liar," he shakes his head.

"Twice," you blurt out, and his fingers stop their ministrations. "Just twice, okay?"

"And did he ever make you cum?" he then asks, his breath hot against your ear.

"N-no," you shake your head. "Only-only once."

"Well, we'll see if I can do better than that," Sebastian chuckles.

"What?" you gulp, not quite sure if you heard him correctly.

"I said, we'll see if I can make you cum harder than he did."

"Fuck," you groan, closing your eyes.

"What was that, Y/N?"

"Please, Sebastian," you beg, pushing yourself up on your elbows.

"What do you want, baby girl?"

"I want you," you whine, trying to push your hips back against his fingers. "I want you to make me come."

"Good girl," he chuckles, his other hand rubbing your clit as his fingers continue to pump in and out of you.

"Sebastian!"

"Come for me, princess."

Your orgasm rips through you and causes your legs to tremble. "Shit," you curse.

"Are you alright, baby girl?" he asks softly.

"Yeah," you nod, and you can feel the smirk on his lips as he plants a gentle kiss on your shoulder blade.

"We're not done yet," he reminds you, his fingers slowly moving away from your cunt and toward his mouth. "Turn around."

You watch him lick his fingers, tasting you, and it sends a chill down your spine. "You taste incredible, baby girl."

"You're an ass," you grumble.

"Don't you know how to take a compliment, darling?" he chuckles, his eyes locking with yours as he grabs your ankles. He pulls them apart and kneels between them, his face hovering inches away from your dripping pussy.

"Sebastian," you whisper.

Sebastian hums in response as he sticks out his tongue and drags it up and down your slit. You whimper softly and try to squeeze your thighs shut, but Sebastian grabs them and forces them open.

"Don't be embarrassed, darling," he coos.

"Shit," you shake your head, grabbing the sheets beneath you and fisting them into your hands.

"You're so fucking hot," Sebastian groans, his mouth working fast against your cunt.

"Fucking hell, Sebastian," you cry out.

"What's wrong, baby girl?"

"I'm so sensitive," you shake your head, your hips squirming against his face. "You're making me crazy."

"Good," he chuckles, his hands sliding underneath your thighs and lifting your legs over his shoulders.

The room begins to spin around you, and your mind is lost in a fog. Everything feels like it's happening so fast. The feeling of his mouth and fingers is enough to drive you wild, but his tongue is absolutely insane.

"Fuck!" you scream, arching your back as he slips two fingers inside you.

"You like that?"

"Yes," you gasp, your nails clawing into his skin.

"You want more?"

"Yes, yes, fuck, yes," you whimper, tears forming in your eyes.

"Tell me, baby girl," he smirks, his fingers moving faster, his tongue moving slower, "who makes you feel this way?"

"You," you answer, biting your lip.

"Louder, baby girl. Tell me who makes you feel this way."

"You do!" you yell.

"Again."

"You, Sebastian," you nod, tears streaming down your face. "Only you. You're the only one that can make me feel this way. Please, Sebastian, please."

"Please what, Y/N?"

"Fuck, please don't stop," you cry out.

Sebastian, finally satisfied with your answer, moves his tongue and fingers faster. Your eyes roll back and you can barely breathe. You feel as if you're drowning, and the only thing keeping you afloat is the feeling of his hands on your body.

With a scream, your whole body spasms, and your muscles tighten. Sebastian's fingers slow down and eventually stop, but his tongue continues. He takes his time licking you clean before pulling away. "Mmm, you're so fucking delicious," he smirks.

"Fuck, I hate you," you groan.

"No, you don't," he smiles.

"Shut up," you grumble as the two of you shift your positions.

The next thing you know, Sebastian's standing above you while you're on your knees, holding your hair and fucking your head. You close your eyes and take all of him, moaning against his length.

"Fucking hell, Y/N, the things you do to me," he hisses, his grip on your hair tightening.

You moan against him and swallow him down, gagging a little as his tip hits the back of your throat.

"Shit," he gasps.

Your head bobs up and down his shaft, and his cock throbs in your mouth.

"Fuck," he grunts, "you're going to make me come."

You pull off him and lick the tip of his cock.

"Fuck, such a little tease," he growls, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. "Don't think that just because we're doing this, I'm going to be nice to you."

"I don't expect you to be nice to me," you reply, smirking as his eyes widen. "But you're not the only one who can tease."

You take his cock into your mouth again, and his hands move to the back of your head, holding you in place. His hips thrust forward and back, fucking your throat.

"God, you're a little slut," he groans, his cock twitching in your mouth.

"Mhmm," you nod, pulling him deeper down your throat.

"Fuck," he hisses.

He pulls his cock out and strokes it quickly, and his come shoots out onto your face. It covers your cheeks and your nose. You make no attempt to open your mouth until he's completely done.

"Damn, Y/N, I didn't know you liked getting dirty," he chuckles. "Go ahead, you can taste it."

You stick out your tongue and lick the tip of his cock. He groans as you clean his shaft.

"Fuck, I could watch you do that all day," he shakes his head.

Once you're finished with him, you pull back and gaze up at his half-lidded eyes.

"Shit, baby girl," he smirks, kneeling down and cupping your face. He leans forward and glides his middle finger across the mess on your face before telling you to open your mouth. Without hesitation, you part your lips, and he pushes his finger in. You suck it, cleaning off the bitter fluid, and his cock twitches as he watches.

"You're amazing," he tells you, kissing your cheek. "Come here."

He guides you to your feet and leads you to the edge of the bed. He sits down and pulls you onto his lap.

"So, what happens now?" he asks.

"I'm not sure," you shrug.

"Well," he begins, "I suppose we should go to bed. It's late, and tomorrow is a new day."

"That's true," you nod. "But you haven't fucked me yet."

"Do you want me to?" he asks, his hands sliding up your thighs and squeezing your ass.

"Yes," you reply, biting your lip.

"Good," he smiles, "because I'm not done with you, baby girl."

The two of you laugh as Sebastian rolls you over. You lay on your back, your head resting on the pillow, and Sebastian hovers above you.

"Are you ready?" he asks, stroking himself above you.

"Idiot, get a condom," you smirk as you push him off of you. "I thought you said I was the impatient one."

"Oh, right," he chuckles, grabbing his wand and conjuring up a condom.

"Hurry up, Sallow," you tease.

"Merlin, you're a bossy one," he groans.

"Yeah, yeah, just hurry," you roll your eyes.

Sebastian slips the condom on and leans forward, placing a soft kiss against your lips.

"Are you ready, baby girl?" he asks, his lips lingering near yours.

"Mhm," you nod, biting your lip.

Sebastian reaches between the two of you and positions his cock at your entrance.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he breathes out, kissing your neck and slowly sliding inside of you.

"Ahh," you whimper.

"Fuck, so tight," he groans, pushing further inside. "You're so perfect."

"Sebastian," you gasp as his cock fills you. "Slowly..."

"Don't worry, darling, I've got you," he smiles, leaning down and capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

His hips move slowly at first, his cock stretching and filling you with every thrust. But as time passes, he begins to move faster.

"More," you pant, "I need more."

"You like that?"

"Fuck, Sebastian, fuck me harder," you beg.

"God, Y/N, the way you say my name," he growls, slamming into you. "It drives me crazy."

Sebastian reaches his right hand up to yours and grips tightly. You look up at him with wide eyes as his thumb strokes the back of your hand.

"Do you feel that?" he asks.

"Yes," you nod.

"I'm so close, baby girl. Fuck, I'm so close."

Your eyes begin to water as you glance down between your two bodies. He's so deep inside you, and it feels amazing.

"Come for me, Sebastian," you whimper, biting your lip and clenching around him.

"Shit, Y/N, I can't believe I waited seven years for this," he pants. "Merlin, and I'd do it again, too, just to get the chance to see you like this. To feel you."

His grip on your hand tightens as he pushes himself as deep inside of you as possible. Your orgasm rips through your body, causing you to cry out.

"That's it, darling," he whispers. "I'm right there. Come for me."

Sebastian thrusts one more time, and you feel his cock pulse inside of you as he comes.

"Fuck," he groans, collapsing beside you. "That's so worth getting hit with Weasley's crucio curse."

"Can you not talk about my brother right now?" you smile as you roll to your side to face him.

"Right," he nods, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Sorry."

"It's okay," you tell him, tracing the lines of his abs.

"That was fun," he tells you. "I do hope that wasn't a one-time thing."

"Yeah," you agree.

"Good," he smiles, placing a kiss against your forehead.

The two of you spend the night talking, and you end up falling asleep in each other's arms. You hate to admit it, but you do enjoy spending time with him... And it's not until the next day that you feel the repercussions of sleeping with a Slytherin.

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The following morning, you appraoch the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall to a bunch of worried faces.

"Where the hell have you been?" Garreth asks as you sit beside down beside him like nothing out of the ordinary happened the night befoer.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you scoff, reaching for a plate of roasted potatoes in front of you.

"You didn't come back to the room last night," Cressida remarks. "Where'd you sleep last night?"

"Uh," you mutter as you try to avoid the conversation by drinking a large cup of orange juice.

"Y/N," Garreth begins, "where did you sleep last night?"

"Well," you begin, setting your glass down and looking over at him, "I slept somewhere else."

Leander nearly chokes on his apple juice as he realizes the meaning of your words.

"I told you not to do anything stupid!" Garreth shouts.

"And I didn't," you shrug.

"You're unbelievable," he groans, shaking his head.

"Who was it?" Cressida asks you curiously. "Was it Northcott?"

"Couldn't've been him," Leander shakes his head. "He was with us."

"Well if nobody was missing from the Gryffindor dorms then that means..." Cressida trails off. "Y/N! You didn't!"

"Wait, what're you implying?" Garreth intervenes. But before anyone can say anything else, the Slytherin quidditch team approaches where you are all seated.

"Hey there," Imelda smirks at your brother. "How's everyone's breakfast? I hope you're enjoying it since it's the last one you'll be eating."

"What's that supposed to mean, Reyes?" Garreth scoffs, looking up at the girl.

"Nothing," she replies, her smile growing. "But, uh, Sallow has something he wants to give back to your sister."

You've never seen Garreth's head whip around so fast in your life when he realizes what Imelda is implying. When he notices the sorry look on your face he stands up and glares across the table at Sebastian. "YOU DIDN'T!"

"Um, Garreth, let's just go outside and-" you try to reason with him as you grab his hand

"No!" he replies, pulling away from your reach.

"Garreth, please," you beg.

"Not a chance in hell," he scoffs. "I'll fucking kill him, Y/N!"

"I didn't realize it was going to be like this," Sebastian shrugs, his hands tucked into his pockets.

"What did you think was going to happen?"

"I didn't really think about it, Weasley," he answers with a shrug.

"Yeah, that sounds like you," Garreth sneers.

"Listen, man, it's not what it looks like," Sebastian begins, his hands coming up in front of him as if to defend himself for Garreth's inevitable attack. "What I mean to say is, I thought Y/N would have already told you. I, uh, actually do like her."

"You can't be serious, Sallow," Leander speaks up, a frown etched across his face. "There's no way. You're a snake. A vile, evil, despicable snake, and Y/N doesn't belong with a Slytherin."

You, Sebastian, and Garreth all roll your eyes at Leander's comment. "Stay out of this," Garreth grumbles.

"No," Leander insists, stepping closer to Sebastian. "This isn't right. This isn't fair."

"Why not?" you question, turning to him.

"Because... because it just isn't," Leander replies. "He's a Slytherin, and you're a Gryffindor, Y/N."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Everything," he shakes his head. "You're our friend. Not his. I won't lose you to-"

Before Leander can say anything more idiotic, Sebastian waves his wand and effectively shuts Leander up with a silencing charm.

"I know what you said, Weasley, and I can understand why you wouldn't want me being with Y/N, but the fact is, she does like me," Sebastian shrugs.

"And why should I trust you?" Garreth sneers.

"Honestly," Sebastian begins, taking a deep breath, "I have no idea, and if I were you, I probably wouldn't. But ask her for yourself."

When Garreth turns to you, your whole body tenses up. How much more embarrasing could this get? You're attracting attention from nearly the whole room and the last thing you want is to be the center of the school's gossip.

"Is he telling the truth, Y/N?"

"Yeah," you sigh, your gaze landing on the ground. "He is. As much as I'd rather not admit it."

"Why?" Garreth asks.

"Because... because..." you shake your head.

Garreth sighs. "Fine, Y/N, if being with a Slytherin obsessed with dark arts and practicing the Unforgivables is what makes you happy, then I can't stop you. Just, promise me that I won't ever have to see the two of you... together."

"Gross," you grumble.

"I don't practice the Unforgivables..." Sebastian says while scratching the back of his neck, as if he's trying to convince himself.

"Yeah whatever," Garreth sighs as he sits back down. "Are you sitting with us or not?"

Sebastian's smirk widens as he sits down across from the two of you. The look on Cressida's face is priceless as she scoots over to make room for him.

"Oh, I'm definitely sitting."

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the-colourful-witch · 9 months

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My favourite baddie: Ginny Weasley!!!⚡️🌻✨ I don’t believe in movie Ginny, I stay true to book Ginny, where she has an actual personality and guts 🙃⚡️

#illustration #illustrator #hogwarts #harrypotteruniverse #characterdesign #characterart #harrypotterart #characterdesignsheets #harrypotterdesign #ginny weasley #harry x ginny #gryffindor #gryffindor pride #bronze trio #hogwarts houses #hogwarts aesthetic #hogwartsdesign #hogwartsart

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incorrectquotesharrypotterv · 6 months

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Draco: *laying on a pool chair, unconscious*

Theo, panicking: They're not breathing!

Pansy: I'll give them mouth-to-mouth!

Draco: *opens one eye,* Ew no! Let Y/n do it! *Closes eye*

Blaise:

Steve:

Pansy:

Ron:

Theo:

Hermione:...

Y/n: GET OUT OF THE WAY, MOTHERFUCKERS!

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7s3ven · 24 days

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Tom and Matteo as brothers au!

Tom Riddle who really did love you but knew that so did Matteo. With the last remaining bit of kindness in his heart, which admittedly wasn’t much, Tom rejects you so Matteo could fill his place.

But when an argument goes down between the brothers one night at a party where both of them are a little tipsy, you come up as their main topic.

“She chose me!” Matteo yelled.

Tom faltered and with his head tilted up and his eyebrows raised in such a condescending way, he sneered. “Did she?”

#matteo riddle #matteo riddle x reader #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle #slytherin #hp #hp fanfic #hp prompts #story ideas #hogwarts mystery #hogwarts houses #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #gryffindor

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𝐘𝐨𝐮!

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝙣𝙚

James Potter x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

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Summary: In which James Potter is beyond shocked to see you introduced as the newest Order member. After all, to him, you’re nothing but a cruel, cold, pureblooded Slytherin

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: House stereotyping/prejudice (I think that's it, if not, let me know please!)

A/N: The inspiration for this came while I was reading @ellecdc's Sirius Black x Reader series called Come Back, Be Here and it was such an amazing read! Go read it if you haven't already! <33

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The Order of the Phoenix, a secret society founded by the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, was gathered once again in another secret location. All the members were seated in their respective seats, looking at the Headmaster to begin speaking.

“Thank you all for coming on such short notice.” Dumbledore said, his voice bouncing off the walls, “I received a tip that revealed a death eater meeting is to take place tonight, not too far from Diagon Alley.” He said. “I will have to arrange a few members to be sent to scout out the meeting, but before that, I have an important announcement.”

Everyone in the room exchanged glances, a nervousness settling for what could be bad news to be revealed.

“I have recruited a new member, who has already proven what a great asset she will be to our team.”

“Who?” Sirius asked.

Albus Dumbledore gestured towards the door, “Come in.”

You strutted in, dressed in dark clothes with your wand twirling between your fingers as a smile sat upon your lips.

“You!”

And two sets of chairs screeched as two individual wands were directed at you.

“What are you doing here?!” James shouted, Sirius nodding as he backed his best mate.

“Charming. Quite a nice welcome you’ve all prepared for me, Headmaster?”

Dumbledore’s blue eyes twinkled as he directed his gaze from you to the pair of Black and Potter.

“Wands down, boys. Y/n L/n will henceforth be joining us from today.” He said, declaring it to the whole room.

“But, Professor!” James exclaimed, “Y/n’s a Slytherin!”

“Gee, thanks for noticing.”

James glared at you before he turned his eyes onto Dumbledore, his expression having turned into one of desperation. “You can’t possibly let her join!” He practically begged. “They’re all the same, the treacherous snakes can’t be trusted!”

Dumbledore opened his mouth to reply but you beat him to it.

“Well not everyone can be so dimwitted that they would end up in Gryffindor.” You said, making both James and Sirius scowl.

"We are very intelligent, thank you very much!" Sirius interjected, making you shoot a look in return that said are you really though?

“Plus," You continued "Not everyone is the same because even a lion could be a snake in disguise.”

James’ eyebrows furrowed together, “What do you mean to imply by that?”

You merely shrugged, earning a scoff from James.

“That’s enough now.” Professor McGonagall called out sternly, making both you and James fall quiet and take your seats.

“Now that we have exchanged small pleasantries,” James and you loudly scoffed, “Onto the mission. I will be sending out Remus Lupin, James Potter, Benjy Fenwick, Dorcas Meadowes and Y/n L/n.” Dumbledore gently smiled, “This tip was given by Y/n herself and this proves how much of a help Y/n’s addition to the Order will be.

A cry of protest sounded from the young Potter, “Headmaster! How can you believe her? For all we know, she could be sending us into a death trap!” James exclaimed, glaring at you, who stood up with a scoff.

“And that is the exact reason I am coming along! If something happens, I will be there too!”

“Nope! Not happening! Headmaster, I refuse to go if she goes!” James said.

“Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said, “Stop behaving so childish. Miss. L/n will be going and that is final.”

James grumbled and muttered, “Fine.” Knowing by now that Professor McGonagall could get real scary when she needed to be.

“Good, now get going.”

James glared your way to which you only smirked at him, irking the young Potter even more.

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The mission was partially successful as like the tip you had given, there was a death eater meeting. However, they sensed the presence of Order members too early and before you all could even cast a spell their way, they had gone.

Most of the Order had been kind and accepted you in, after all, if Dumbledore trusted you, what reason did they have not to? Well, everyone except for Sirius Black and James Potter.

Especially James Potter.

He loathed you. Simple as that. Your mere existence irked him, like it has been since your shared days at Hogwarts. You always had a way that managed to annoy him, and he had been always determined to get under your skin every time he caught sight of you within the castle.

James wasn’t sure when it started but the interactions between the two of you had become frequent since fifth year. He despised you for being a Slytherin, after all you were just like the rest, acting as if you were superior. But it was also the way you winked at him or that teasing smile that crawled onto your lips. Or how you would speak in a playful tone, flicking your hair over your shoulder every time you walked away or how you twirled your wand teasingly between your nimble fingers.

It infuriated him.

Everything about you annoyed James Potter to no end.

Henceforth, why he was so against your arrival into the Order and how he was determined to get at you every chance he could get.

"Wow, L/n, I'm surprised you haven't melted yet." James said later one evening at an Order meeting.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, "Meaning?"

"Meaning my burning hatred towards you, I was expecting you to have skedaddled out of here."

You gave him a weird look, "Well, that genuinely made no sense, Potter. Now excuse me." You said, returning to your conversation with Remus.

James grumbled, turning towards his best mate, "Moony! Stop hanging out with her!"

Remus let out an exasperated sigh, "Listen, Prongs, I love having you as a friend, truly I do, but if you're going to keep this up, I won't hesitate to hex your arse off the planet."

James stared at his best friend, dumbfounded, while you doubled over laughing.

"Moony," James muttered out hollowly, "How could you? You're my best friend!" He accused Remus in an over dramatic manner.

"And Y/n is also a friend of mine."

This threw James off completely, "She's WHAT!?"

"A friend. She was nothing but polite to me throughout school and I have no reason to be rude to her."

You shot Remus a smile of gratitude before moving your gaze to James, eyes turning cold as you stood up.

"I love to annoy you, truly, but I find it unfair how you're always taking out what most of my house has done against me. Not everyone is the same. I'm not like them." You breathed out, your voice wavering near the end.

James suddenly felt a weird sensation wash over him and he watched you turn around and go.

"Mate," James looked at his friend, his attention snapping from you to Remus, "You don't need to be so mean to her. She has gone through a lot."

James scoffed loudly, "I doubt that."

Remus gave his friend an expression of what looked like pity and exasperation. He patted James on the shoulder before walking away. James stood there, lost within his own thoughts. He shook his head vigorously after a few seconds.

No, to him you were merely one of them. You were from a family of death eaters. You were from the house that turned out all the dark wizards. You were just one of them and nothing more. And he hated them all.

"I hate you." He whispered.

Although, James' perception about you would be challenged as the next Order mission would bring an unexpected twist.

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A/N: Ok, so I had this idea of this one scene and I was planning on just a oneshot but instead I decided to go ahead and make a mini series, just so I can write more about James and Reader in this enemies to lovers sort of trope. I've never really written for James before, so I hope you all liked it and stay tuned for the next one because it's going to be good! Love you all and take care! <33

Love, Serina ❤

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