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aidensm8 · 4 years

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Random vampire AU ramble just cause it was too tempting

Setting:

All the light sides are vampires, the dark sides are hunters

Patton is head of his own vampire manor

Remus and Roman were born human twins (still a prince and a duke)

Janus is a shapeshifter who became a hunter to protect his friend from a demon that friend made a deal with

Logan is the average working human

Virgil is also a normal human who wanted to make a legacy and so he ran away and became a hunter

Storyline:

Patton’s is a pureblooded vampire who owns his own manor, he has gargoyles and other newer vampires to serve him

Logan is a regular human who was stressed about work, he one day runs into the dark woods in a fit of anger when his boss and coworkers piss him off

Logan cools down but then realizes he’s lost

A creature finds Logan, severely injuring him

Patton is out on a hunt when he stumbles into Logan. He feels pity and asks Logan if he can try to save him

Logan says “I doubt there’s anything you can do to save me but yes…” while hoping the stranger meant giving him a merciful death

Logan is surprised when he awakens in a fancy room, his wounds seemingly gone. He feels a huge wave of relief that he’s alive but is now anxious of what to do when he goes back home. He’s panicking but tries to calm down to figure out his situation

Studying his surroundings, he notices that the room has no mirrors

His thoughts are interrupted when one of Patton’s “servants” come to check on him. They give him spare clothes and tell Logan that they’ll inform the master that he’s awake

When Patton enters the room, Logan’s worries are calmed. He recognizes Patton as the stranger who saved him and asks him what he did

Patton apologizes profusely and tells Logan that he is a vampire now

Logan is shocked but now trying to figure what to do, how his job would react

Patton offers to let Logan stay with him, to be his advisor or keeper of the archives

Logan takes a moment to think, he has no friends nor attachments to his human life. He has a chance to feel happy, but knows the feeling of guilt from “running away” from his duties will haunt him

Patton reads his emotions, sensing the guilt, and assures Logan that he’s free to start over, to choose what’s best

Patton gets up to leave since he has duties to attend to, but will return to check on Logan later

As time goes on, Logan is feeling settled in his new role in the manor, doing an excellent job at maintaining the archives

Patton regularly checks on Logan to see how he’s doing until one checkup, Logan asks why Patton cares so much about him, why he saved him

Patton’s response brings Logan to tears. Patton holds Logan close, giving him words of assurance and love, and at that moment, Logan silently vows to himself that he will protect Patton with the 2nd chance of life he has given him

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Moving on to the twins’ side of the story, Roman and Remus are still prince and duke

Roman is crowned prince but recently, discourse has happened and their father, King Creativity, had made some mistakes to warrant the people wanting the royalty removed

The king makes the mistake of pissing off a vampire, who vows revenge against King

King is immediately worried and gets more security on himself

He made the mistake of letting the twins wander alone in the back gardens, where the vampire attacks them

Remus was the intended target since he was the dark duke, seeming to be a perfect addition to the vampires

But Roman draws his silver sword and intervenes

In a moment of spite, the vampire takes Roman with him to the woods, dropping his sword

Remus chases after them, now wielding the sword, and when he finds the vampire leaning over the unconcious form of his brother

Remus fights off the vampire. As they leave, they mockingly laugh at Remus, asking him “Who will take the throne now? Surely, they wouldn’t want a bloodsucker on it”

Remus looks over Roman, realizing that he had changed

Roman wakes up, and now they’re both worried on what to do next. Either way, this was a loss for their lineage

Patton was on his own hunt when he runs into the twins

Noting Remus’s sword, he asks from a distance what was wrong

Patton felt a wave of protectiveness on him, seeing a vampire so close to a weapon that could harm them

Remus is poised to defend Roman, asking Patton what he wants

Patton tries to calm him down to let him know that he just wants to help and explains to them that from what he sees, Roman was a vampire

Roman is panicked at this, but Patton offers to take in the prince

Remus tries to stop this, but Patton argues that Roman needs someone to help him figure out this new life

Roman is also hesitant, but knows that only tragedy awaits them if they return home. He asks “what about my brother?”

Remus withdraws, realizing Patton is right, but knows he can’t return home either so Remus decides that he’s going to pursue being a vampire hunter to protect his brother from other vampires and hunters

Roman is worried about this but Remus assures him that he’ll find a way, as he always does

Patton takes Roman home with him, and Remus takes his leave to begin a new journey of hunting evils, he will be the evil they fear

Years pass, and Patton is very protective of Roman as he is like a son to him

Logan also views Roman as a son, and is protective of him, but is more protective of Patton

Remus meets Janus during one of his missions, and they quickly became hunting buddies

Remus figured Janus wasn’t human, and Janus admits

Janus suspects Remus isn’t just a messy hobo, as he noticed that Remus had some grace in his gestures and way of speaking, seeming like he is very much educated though his usual manner of speaking seems like the opposite

Virgil and Janus were old friends

Virgil finds that Remus does have features that seem very much royal, but brushes it off since Remus acted so weird

Virgil doesn’t agree with Remus’s messy methods, but stays nice for Janus’s sake

Virgil wanted to be bold, and so he tries to go on a mission alone

Virgil meets Roman, and is entranced by the vampiric prince

He realizes how much he looked like Remus

He can’t find it in him to attack Roman, and Roman, smelling Remus’s scent on Virgil, cautiously asks him who he is, using his vampiric power of persuasion

Virgil tells him that he’s a hunter who wants to make a legacy for himself

Roman tells him that not all legacies end welp (such as his and Remus’s), and leaves

Virgil takes in Roman’s words, realizing he had a point. He decides to try to find Roman again just so he can talk to him, but for now, he returns to the inn where he meets up with Janus and Remus

He tells him about meeting a vampire and wanting to deal with it alone

Remus wants to come, but Virgil insists not to

Janus convinces Remus to just let Virgil do as he wants, and they leave

After a while, Virgil finally finds Patton’s manor

The servants are alert and attack him until Roman pops in, seeing Virgil, and asks them to let Virgil be

He asks Virgil to leave, but Virgil doesn’t want to lose Roman again

“You can’t lose what you never had”

Virgil looks defeated, but Roman gives him a forhead kiss, “but perhaps one day, we’ll have each other”

Virgil blushes, but is now outside. He leaves, but he finds Roman waiting for him where they first met, and they start slow with small conversations which escalate to “May I hold your hand?” then to “May I kiss you?”

Virgil realizes maybe he doesn’t want to be a hunter anymore. He tells Janus about his thoughts of wanting to settle down, which Janus finds suspicious

So when Virgil meets with Roman, he says he has a surprise for later, giving Roman a quick kiss before leaving

Roman is confused but watches as Virgil heads to the direction of the manor

He is about to follow him but Janus pins him down by surprise, thinking Roman may be a shapeshifter since he looked just like Remus but cleaner

Janus tells Remus to help him but when Remus recognizes who Janus is holding, he attacks Janus to get him off his brother

“Remus, what the fuck, that shifter is using your face”

Remus stands protectively in front of Roman

Remus explains that the vampire was his brother and the reason why he became a hunter

Janus is shocked at this, but calms down as he realizes that this may be a revelation for Remus’s background and motives

Roman and Remus hug as they tell each other how much they missed the other, telling stories of what had happened

Janus is just there, until Remus remembers and introduces him as his boyfriend, joking about the whole “in-laws sure do love attacking each other lmao”

Roman is shocked, but is open to meet the person who had been taking care of his brother in his absence

Meanwhile, Virgil had asked to meet with Patton

Patton agrees and Virgil now sits in his office/grand hall

Virgil explains that he wants Patton to turn him into a vampire

Patton agrees and Virgil becomes a vampire himself

Remus, Roman, and Janus had decided to go back to the town so the brothers can catch up since Roman was very excited about seeing Remus again

Later that night, Remus fell asleep first and Janus and Roman get to talk. It’s a bit tense since their first interaction was a fight

They apologize about the fight before and they find they have many interests in the same field, even having near equal acting prowess

Janus then moves the conversation along to ask for Roman’s blessing in proposing to Remus

Roman is happy for his brother and agrees

Roman is happy to stay the night so he can have more time with his brother

Virgil was waiting for Roman to return at the manor, and when he didn’t return, he got worried. Patton tries to assure him that Roman tends to have little misadventures that last a few days, but Virgil was still anxious

In the morning, he decides to return to the inn to pick up his stuff

Janus and Remus woke up before Roman did and Janus gets to talking about them, and how much he looks forward to Roman being his immortal brother-in-law

Virgil returns and seeing upon seeing Remus and Janus hovering over an unconcious Roman, has his anxieties assuming the worst and he goes feral protective

Caught off-guard, Remus and Janus didn’t stand much of a chance. When Janus tries to ask Virgil what he’s done to himself, Virgil doesn’t respond, carrying Roman back to the manor

Uh…. fuck, this ramble got long o_o

So I’ll pause now, thanks for taking the time to read if you made it down here. I may consider making a part 2 (for when Logan meets Remus, Virgil and Janus making up, Patton being a dad to all of them, etc) but anyways, that’s all for this post

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baelllamyblake · 6 years

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Safe and Sound. ( Bellamy Blake x reader )

Request : Bellamy and the reader were very close but they had a huge fight about his mission in Mount Weather and she was super angry at him (and Clarke) cause she thought that his life is not worth of risk. And she was very hurt in bombing in Tondc and she was in coma for couple of days. And when she wakes up she is very desorientated but it's the moment when everyone are coming back. So some emotional reunion, angst and stuff? Thanks!

Word Count : 2,208

Warnings : Angst, cursing, weird rushed fluff ??? sorry

A/N : okay so idk if the coalition brand happens after mount weather but lets just say it happens before lmao sorry & sorry it took me so long to post this i just got so super lazy & wanted to be done with it but thank you so much for requesting !!! this was really great to write !! i really appreciate it !!

FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED SO FCK ME UP WID IT<3

“ You and Clarke are not going, I won’t allow it. “ You commanded sternly, your arms crossed firmly over your chest. Bellamy was about to march straight into Mount Weather, thinking it was going to be a simple breeze. His hands balled into tight fists, his knuckles turning an unhealthy white.

“ Our people are in there, Y/N! We have to save them! “ Bellamy barked loudly, his fist slamming on the metal table besides him. The lamp, along with various blueprints, rumbled slightly from the sudden force. You watched him throw his childish tantrum without even flinching, nothing could phase you. Your rock hard nerves were fried the day you got speared by a grounder.

“ It’s a suicide mission, Bell. Your life just isn’t worth the risk! “ You reciprocated with just as much ferocity as him. You clashed viciously like lions trapped in a tiny cage, you had half a mind to slap some sense into Bellamy. What he was planning to do was ludicrous and completely reckless. “ But go ahead, get yourself killed. I’ll be in Tondc. “

You stormed out of the room without a word, leaving Bellamy behind in the cold dust. You refused to believe that Skaikru was blindly placing their trust in the hands of their attempted murderers. This was an blatant ploy for betrayal and Bellamy was horribly oblivious to it.

He forcefully knocked over a nearby lamp off the table, its cool material clanged along the solid floor. You breezed down the halls of the Ark, eventually exiting outside into Camp Jaha. The fresh air gave you temporary contentment, the anger boiling in your veins soon resided.

You swiped the red tarp of the makeshift medical bay aside, a deep sigh flowed out your lips. Abby chuckled quietly, her nimble hands rearranged the tools of her trade into a neat and organized workspace. You plopped onto the gurney, watching Abby manuever around the area.

“ Is it Bellamy? “ Abby questioned, her lips pursed tightly as her eyes shone with worry. You nodded silently, anxiety ate away at your chest. He and Clarke were going to go to Mount Weather, despite your advice and protests. However, you couldn’t do anything about it so it is what it is. “ We just have to trust them, Y/N. They know what they’re doing. “

“ I hope you’re right, Doc. “

“ Be careful in there. If you and Clarke die, I won’t ever forgive you. “ You teased Bellamy with a smile, your rancor for him leaving for Mount Weather melded away when you stood next to him. You handed him a backpack of supplies and embraced him in a tight hug. You took in the natural, warm smell of your love, it was going to be awhile before you would get another whiff of it. “ Seriously. I need you to come back. “

“ I promise you that I will be alive and well when this is all over, Y/N. Stay safe in Tondc, ambassador Y/L/N. “ Bellamy spoke softly, his large hand stroked your hair as his lips planted a lingering peck on your forehead. He pulled away slowly, his hand encasing yours in his. “ May we meet again, love. “

“ May we meet again. “ You waved goodbye, instant dread filled your chest as you watched Bellamy hop into the jeep. You let out another heavy sigh as the jeep roared to life and drove away, already yearning for Bellamy to return back home.

Time to head to Tondc.

“ How are you taking in all of this? “ Kane piped up, his eyes glued to the dirt road in front of him. You stared out the window, the towering trees flew by in a blur.

“ Not great. I’m an ambassador of peace yet I refuse to think that Lexa is truthful with her intentions of helping us win this war. “ You answered skeptically, it made your skin hot even thinking about it. Bellamy had a chance of being sacrificed at the expense of Commander Lexa saving her people without even saving yours.

“ We just have to trust them, Y/N. We can’t do much but patiently wait. “ Kane replied, his words reflected those of Abby’s. You scoffed quietly and kept your eyes on the passing treeline, your fingers feeling the bumpy scar of the Skaikru brand upon your forearm. “ Y/N, being a good leader means knowing which battles to fight. “

You were anything but a good leader. You refused to let Bellamy save the rest of Skaikru for your own selfish needs. Yet, he was probably already dismantling Mount Weather from the inside.

“ Tell me this was Lexa. Please, Clarke? Please tell me this wasn’t you? “ Abby pleaded, her hands latching onto Clarke’s biceps in an iron grip. Tondc was engulfed in ash and flames from a sudden explosion. The painful ringing in your esrs drowned out the nearby screams of agony coming from grounders.

“ I wish I could. You can’t tell anyone about this. If anyone finds out we knew, the alliance of the twelve clans will break. We’ll lose the war. “ Clarke swallowed nervously, you could almost hear her mother’s heart breaking from her rib cage. Abby’s eyes grew glossy with sadness, what had Clarke done?

You faded in and out of consciousness, unaware that a large piece of debris was crushing your right leg. Your face was splattered with cuts and bruises by bits of shrapnel from the explosion. Your vision was rendered hazy, figures were moving blobs with red and yellow streaks of fire.

“ You crossed a line. Their blood is on your hands. And even if we win, I’m afraid you won’t be able to wash it off this time. “ Abby stated grimly, her words reached the deepest core of Clarke. Yet, she was completely used to it, Clarke had seen things she could forget but never would. It was inevitable that something tragic like the bombing of a city would happen. “ Don’t worry; your secret was safe with me. “

You eventually succumbed into unconciousness, slipping into a coma. Abby had your body delivered back to Camp Jaha where you slept like a rock for almost three full days. Bellamy couldn’t stop thinking about your wellbeing, were you even alive?

It was 1 P.M. Camp Jaha was on the horizon of those who made it out of Mount Weather alive.

You shot into an upright position, your lungs desperate for a large gasp of air. Sweat suddenly beaded on your hairline while chills ran up your neck. Your mind was running a hundred miles per hour while your eyes shots in all directions, attempting to take in your new yet familiar surroundings.

Home?

The nausea set in instantly with each second you were awake. You immediately regurgitated whatever was in your stomach which was virtually nothin but acid. Your chest heaved for oxygen while your skin yearned for Bellamy’s comforting touch. Was he even alive?

You dragged your feet off the bed and onto the cool floor. Your right leg was painted with the richest purples, the darkest blues, and the most unsettling yellows. It ached agonizingly with even the slightest movement, what happened in Tondc?

“ Oh my god, Y/N, you’re awake! “ Abby exclaimed joyfully, the sudden rise in her pitch caused you to wince sharply. She rushed to your side, gently examining your leg and other surface wounds. Abby clasped your hand in hers, a loving smile appeared on her face. “ I thought you were never going to wake up but I’m so glad that you’re okay, Y/N. You’re my favorite helper after all. “

She embraced you in a hug only mothers could do. You instantly soothed, the ache in your knee lessened with each passing second. Moms are so cool, what would you possibly do without Abby? Nothing, that’s what. You and a lot of other people would probably be dead if it weren’t for Abby’s work of miracles.

“ What happened in Tondc? “ You asked curiously, realizing how scratchy and parched your mouth was. She handed you a cup of water, Abby came so prepared! Seriously, what would you do without her?

“ A missile was launched on the city. We’re suspecting that Lexa knew about the bombing but decided not to tell and let us, especially you and Kane, suffer the consequences. “ Abby practically lied through her teeth, the guilt began to chew at her heart. Yet, she promised Clarke that she wouldn’t tell another soul, not even you.

“ Ah, I see. “ You answered solemnly, your distrust for the grounders was further solidified. What else was to be expected? “ Is Bellamy here? “

“ I’m not sure but we can go check. How does that sound? “ Abby questioned reassuringly, your eyes twinkled happily as you nodded vigorously. She wrapped your arm around her neck and steadily walked you out into the courtyard of Camp Jaha. Your knee was screaming for a break but you refused to until you knew for sure that Bellamy was home.

You sat patiently on a bench by the front gates, all you could do to occupy your time was to people watch. Occasionally, an old acquaintance would ask if you were doing okay and even sit next to you to chat. Man, this was boring. The only person you were interested in talking to was Bellamy and no one else.

He was tired of walking, all Bellamy could reflect on was how many innocent citizens he murdered just a day ago. However, the damage was done and his people were alive in the end. Bellamy couldn’t wait to flop into bed and attempt to sleep for eternity.

Survival is hard sometimes!

Camp Jaha was just a few strides away. You were just a few strides away. Bellamy’s hand tightened on the gun grip, his heart accelerated in nervousness. In a few moments, he would soon find out whether or not you lived through the bombing. Instead of a wave of relief washing over him as he walked through the metal fence, Bellamy’s breath hitched in his throat and his palms started to sweat. He didn’t know why but the edgy feeling felt nostalgic. It was almost like the time Bellamy first set eyes on you.

You were laughing loudly with a friend, almost joyful to have landed on this shithole of a planet. The delinquent camp seemed less dreary with you around and everyone just seemed to gravitate towards your sunny personality. His heart skipped a beat every time you accidentally bumped into him or even said hello with that wonderful smile of yours. As time went passed by, your vibrant character seemed to fade away and become more calloused. Your innocence and curiousity turned into violence and terror.

Besides the point, you were happily chatting with an old friend. Time started to move backwards to the moment where you were blissfully unaware of the dangers that existed throughout the trees. Bellamy tried to stay as possibly still as he could, afraid of disturbing you and your only moment of solace. He assumed himself to be the utter reminder that Earth really sucks.

You waved goodbye to yet another aquaintance looking to making small talk. Why won’t these people realize that just because you’re sitting alone doesn’t mean that you’re lonely? You sighed out heavily and turned your head to the right only to see Bellamy standing there like a deer in the headlights.

“ Bellamy! “ You screamed estatically, practically leaping from the bench and into his arms. He caught you before you tumbled to the ground as your knee gave out from the sudden momentum. You peppered his face in quick kisses, his signature smile grew on his features. “ You don’t know how much I missed you, Bell. Let me guess, the grounders retreated and so did Skaikru then you two went back in and saved everyone like true heros? “

“ Something like that. “ Bellamy mumbled quietly, his eyes averted to his weathered boots. He had to euthanize a whole colony of innocent people, including children but you know, something like what you said. You wanted to ask what happened but he seemed like he didn’t want to divulge on it. What traumatized him so?

“ I’m lovin’ this color on you, by the way. You look hot. “ You steered the conversation in a different direction, avoiding the touchy subjects.

“ You think so? “ Bellamy quiered, his hands pulling at the white material as to examine it more closely. You hummed in affirmation, watching the love of your life gush over his new outfit. God, he is so fucking adorable!

“ Yeah! It compliments the death machine slung on your shoulder. “ You teased him, slyly winking at Bellamy. He breathed out a chuckle, you always unusually managed to lighten awful situations with your dark humor.

“ Let’s go to bed, Y/N. You can tell me how you got that limp of yours. “

“ Anything you want, love. I’m just glad that you’re here. “

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thoseofgreatambition · 6 years

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lost

@partyiinthedungeons: during the battle of hogwarts, oc (harry's girlfriend) gets injured and loses her memory. So Harry have to make her fall in love with him again, and he have to tell their story but maybe he hides some bad parts of the story and it may cause some drama, something like that

nonnie: If you aren't too overwhelmed would you please do “don’t worry, i’ve got you.” and “no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.” with Harry Potter himself? Thank you and sorry

wordcount: 2K

genre: hurt, comfort, romance

pairing: harry x roxanne (oc)

description: hurt in the blast that almost killed fred, roxanne suffers from some rather severe memory loss. some bits are there-- she knows harry. she knows hogwarts. she knows her name. the rest though, like her relationships after halfway through fourth year, are a mystery. she believes that they were dating-- or are, depending on how you view it. her best friends tell her that she was dating harry, and she believes them and him though she doesn’t remember. the question now is how do they fall back in love? the better question is does harry tell the whole truth?

a/n: this took a while! i’m sorry about that. this is a reward for @partyiinthedungeons for winning my 500 follower giveaway! she won a 2k-2.5K of a canon character x her/oc story, with the plot of her choice. i’ve decided to roll another request in here because it fit so well. i hope y’all like it! also 2nd person bc it was easiest lmao.

Harry wondered if this was what it was like-- to truly have his life come crashing down upon him.

He walked into the Great Hall, and saw you lying there unconcious, on a cot next to Fred, your head covered in blood as Madam Pomfrey hovered above you, kneeling and waving her wand over your wounds as she muttered spells underneath her breath. It felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs, and it wasn’t until he heard you let out a long groan of pain that relief flooded his body.

He was fighting for you. Fighting to know that you’d be safe. It was why he’d refused to take you with him. It was why he hadn’t told you about the horcruxes.

All of that, all of it would have been for naught had you died. Harry stumbled over and knelt beside you, quick to smooth down your hair as gently as he could without harming you. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

“Harry?” your voice was slurred, and he could see your pupils were two very different sizes. “Wha’s happ’n?”

“You were hurt, Roxanne.”

“Wha?” you let out a whine, as Madame Pomfrey began to reset some of your bones-- your hand instinctively reaching out and clutching Harry’s. Your fingernails dug into his skin so hard that they left bloody crescent shaped cuts into his palm. “’m scared.”

You didn’t know what was happening. It all seemed like you’d been wrapped up into a wool blanket. Darkness dotted your vision and everyone’s words seemed like they were far away and heard through cotton balls stuffed in your ears. You knew Harry was speaking, and you knew he was Harry-- but your knowledge stopped about there.

Still, you felt him stroke your hair some more and press his lips against your bloody forehead. “No one will hurt you ever again, as long as i’m breathing.”

He watched as your eyes fluttered shut, and looked towards Madame Pomfrey in fear before she shook his head. “Don’t worry Harry dear. She needs her rest. I’ll make sure she’ll be alright.”

“You’re sure she’ll be alright?”

There was a small smile on the witches’ face as she looked toward the much younger man before her. “I’ve healed plenty of children after getting whacked in the head. You can only imagine what I’ve seen. She’ll be alright, Harry. We’ll get her to St. Mungos after the battle is over, and you’ll see.”

After the battle was over.

Instead of if.

Harry was about to speak, until he heard an all too familiar voice fill the hall.

“You have fought valiantly, but in vain. I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity. Harry Potter, I now speak directly to you. On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you, rather than face me yourself. There is no greater dishonor. Join me in the Forbidden Forest, and confront your fate. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man, woman and child who tries to conceal you from me.”

The looks around the hall were those of fear, and he saw out of the corner of her eye, Molly clutching Ginny to her all the more tightly.

As much as Harry loved you, and as much as he wanted to stay by your side, he knew he was unable to do so.

He was the Chosen One, and with that came responsibility.

As he stood up he accepted the fact that he wouldn’t be able to see you through your healing after this-- if all of this worked the way he hoped.

But you would be safe.

His friends would take care of you.

And Harry forced himself to be content with that.

When the battle was over, the first thing Harry saw to was to make sure you were taken safely to St. Mungos. He was hopeful, after what Madame Pomfrey said. When you woke up a few days later, he couldn’t help but grin ear to ear. “Roxanne.”

Your entire body felt heavy, and your eyes hurt from the light around you. “Harry?” that was Harry right? Something didn’t feel right.

Why the hell was he holding your hand?

“What’s happening?” you weren’t sure if you were focused on the show of affection or the fact you were in a hospital-- St. Mungos, you assumed-- but you hoped your question would offer you some sort of explanation.

“You got hurt in the battle.”

Your blank stare was a bit confusing for him, especially seeing as you looked at him like he’d said that he’d just got done playing Quidditch on the moon. “What battle?”

There were a few moments where Harry realized that he should have expected this-- you not remembering the battle at first, or possibly ever. The healer warned him that something like that was possible. He chuckled a bit. “There was a War. Voldemort came back, and we fought him off.”

You flinched at the name that passed his lips, and Harry found himself a bit worried. You, along with him had started calling Voldemort ‘Voldemort’ instead of ‘He who must not be named’ right before you’d started to date. “Harry you shouldn’t use that name.” your voice was hushed, as you tried to process all of this, “When did he come back?”

“In our fourth year.”

There was a look of horror that spread upon your face-- as you quickly looked down at yourself. You were no longer the teenager that you remembered yourself being. “What year are we now?”

Harry hesitated, realizing that this meant you didn’t remember starting to date him in your fifth year. It also meant, that he was most certainly about to cause you a sincere amount of distress. He reached out to take your hand but you quickly snatched it away.

“Tell me!” Your voice was shrill, and he flinched back just a bit from it.

“You’ve just finished your seventh year.”

There was a long moment of silence, as you let the words sink in. As you realized that you’d lost three years. Three years that you weren’t sure you’d ever get back. You’d grown up overnight and there was no going back to innocent days. Long gone was the time where you simply wondered if Harry would go with you to the Yule Ball, and the innocent boy you knew wore the expression of a world wearied man.

He looked older than his years.

For a second he thought you might be taking the news well, until the vein in your neck began to jut out, your eyes began to water, and you let out a long wail that brought to healer running towards your room. When Harry tried to wrap his arms around you, you screeched and pushed him away. “Roxanne--”

“No--! No! No!” your breaths came out in gasps, and you sucked in air too quickly. It was too much. It was a bad dream. You’d wake up tomorrow and go to potions and Lavender would laugh at you for having such a silly dream before trying to discern what it meant about your future.

The healer rushed in and quickly shoved Harry out the door while he tried to soothe you. The door slammed in his face, and as he turned around he saw Molly looking at him sympathetically.

“What do I do?”

Her heart strings were tugged on just a bit, the poor boy. She didn’t care what the proper ‘coming of age’ age was-- seventeen was still a child. He didn’t need this. Like she always had, she reached out for him like she would one of her children and smile as he walked in to allow her to embrace him.

Molly smoothed his hair, and let out a hum, trying to muffle the shouting coming from your room as you tried to make sense of the news delivered to you. “Give her time. She’ll remember and things will get better. She just needs time, Harry.”

It was three long days before you let Harry come and visit you. When he walked in, he immediately noticed that you looked much older than you did before. Your eyes seemed sunken in and you looked quite pale. “Are you alright?”

“Parvati and Padma told me everything.” Well-- what you thought was everything. What happened in the Triwizard tournament. Dumbledore’s army. The war. How Harry went away for your seventh year along with Ron and Hermione to find a way to defeat Voldemort.

That Lavender was dead.

That Colin was dead.

You had-- apparently-- been fighting side by side with Fred Weasley when a wall had exploded. You’d gone to visit him down the hall and had a surprisingly pleasant chat. It was quite nice, to have some things be like you remembered them.

The Twins being funny was one of those things.

You watched Harry as he slowly approached you, like he would a wounded animal who was at risk of darting off instead of allowing themselves to be assisted. “Everything?”

“Yeah.” there was a pause, “Well, I think it’s everything. I know they said we were dating.” another pause, as you grit your teeth, wondering if past tense was the correct one to use. Did amnesia constitute breaking up? Did it mean that you weren’t dating anymore? Certainly you still had a crush on Harry, but that was the boy you’d known a long time ago-- and you weren’t sure if that would hold true now. “Are dating?”

“We were, right before the battle.” he found himself wondering the same thing you were. “Are, if you’d like. But that’s not important right now. You getting better is a lot more important. So don’t-- don’t worry about that. I’ll be here to talk if you’d like, but we don’t need to pick back up.”

That hurt to say, damn near broke his heart, but Harry wouldn’t have felt right immediately trying to press things back to the way they were before. He loved you, and he’d thought that once all of this was over you two could live a normal life, but pressuring you into it?

That was wrong.

You seemed to consider his words for a moment, before you finally spoke. “When did we start dating?”

Padma and Parvati had told you quite a bit, but it sounded a lot more like you were getting an abridgment of your life read back to you. You wanted to hear it from a first source.

He smiled a bit as he took a seat at the edge of your bed, watching as you scooted yourself up into a sitting position. “We started dating in November of our fifth year. A little before Halloween.” He didn’t bring up how terrible your first date had been. Between Umbridge and DA meetings you’d both been too frazzled to properly enjoy Hogsmeade, and it had all been pretty damn awkward.

It had gotten a lot better though, at least. You’d been nice enough to give him a second chance.

“And we’ve dated ever since?”

That was a loaded question-- before he’d left to hunt the Horcruxes you two had one hell of a row. A big enough one that he’d wondered if you two were still dating while he was away. But when he’d come back you’d immediately jumped into his arms and kissed him so hard it was like he’d never been away.

“Yeah, we’ve been dating ever since.”

Was this bad? Should he be telling everything that happened? It seemed like that would be impossible to do at once.

He was pondering just that when you spoke up, and Harry found himself faced with the decision right at that very moment.

“Tell me everything about us, Harry.”

He stared at you for a long while, not sure where to start or what was worth not telling.

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

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