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I feel like a big part of the reason people believe El can’t be happy without Mike is because of how poorly “The Lost Sister” landed with the audience. El’s s2 plot wasn’t about the supernatural, it was all about who El is, what she wants, and how she feels. It didn’t really do much to push the main plot and is kind of more of a side story. I’ll admit, I’ve skipped it more then once when I’ve rewatched, but now after s4, I’m realizing how much that episode actually did for her character.

What El wants most in life is a home and a family. It’s brought up a lot throughout the episode, and is the main reason why she runs away. She feels like she’s missing a family, which is why she leaves to find Mike, her mom, and then Kali. She’s looking for somewhere that feels like home. We get the parallel of Mike, Hopper, Becky and Kali all offered her a home, which was exactly what she wanted. Mike at the end of s1 said she could live with him in his house, and specifically mentioned his mom, another thing El wants. When Hopper first brought her in, he said the cabin would be her new home. Later, when he’s telling stories about himself, El asked if she had a mom, and started crying when he said she was gone. Then El finally finds her mom, and runs away to see her. Becky then shows her the room that was supposed to be hers, and says this would be her home. Even with Kali, she kept saying that their meeting was what her mom wanted, and also claiming she was home.

Hopper betrayed her by lying and taking away her TV, she ran away. Becky betrayed her by calling the police, and she ran in search of a different family without a seconds thought. Kali betrayed her by trying to force her to kill someone, and by getting in her head and showing her Brenner. So she ran back to the first family she ever knew. El didn’t trip Max out of romantic jealousy, it was her feeling replaced and betrayed. That’s why the moment comes back when she’s thinking of things that make her angry when she tries to move the train. Every other memory in that scene is one of her feeling like she had her life taken from her, which is exactly what she felt when she saw Mike with Max. This also lines up with how Mike feels, he didn’t want Max in the party because he felt like he’d be replacing El.

Also worth noting is the reason why she didn’t kill the man in the apartment. She saw a family photo on the ground. She was looking at the kids. She realized that if she killed him, she’d be taking away their father. Despite how much she hated him for what he did, she knows how much it hurts to lose a parent, so she refused to let Kali kill him as well.

Then there’s the whole monster theme. El was watching Frankenstein on Halloween night, specifically the scene were a small girl is asking the monster if he wanted to play with her. El isn’t the girl in this scene though, she’s Frankenstein’s monster. Robin in Surviving Hawkins talked about the Frankenstein book, and it’s really cool how it parallels El’s story. Robin says the quote: “He (the monster) was scared and confused and left to fend for himself, which doesn’t excuse things but I think the whole point is that pretty much everyone behaves in monstrous ways” Similarly, El has hurt people whenever she gets scared or angry. Like Lucas in s1 right after he claimed she was a monster, he and Mike started fighting, so she threw him out of anger. S4 she hit Angela after she ruined her day, and later called herself a monster. Mr. Hauser then asked Robin who she thinks the monster in Frankenstein was. Robin then states: “Well, Frankenstein for starters, the doctor I mean, playing God like that pretending that scientific innovation is more important than humanity.” This is clearly talking about Brenner, as we see El face him and say she wasn’t the monster, it was him. Brenner pushed aside his humanity for the sake of innovation, stealing kids from their homes, numbering them, imprisoning them, and often hurting them when they disobeyed. All for the sake of making them stronger.

Kali understood that others saw people like herself and El, as well as her band of outcasts, as monsters. Instead of trying to prove herself to anyone, she embraced it. Like El, she had been betrayed and lied to by people she called her family. She explained to El that no one would see her as anything other than a monster. Kali believed the only people who wouldn’t, were other people who society viewed as a monster. Which is why Mike saying she wasn’t a monster despite her throwing Lucas, and despite the fact that she opened the gate which took Will away, was such a profound moment in her life. For the first time in her life, El was treated like a person. That moment was a big part of the reason why she decided to go back. Because of that, she realized Kali was wrong, that there were people out there who would love her and see her as a person rather than a monster. Her last line in the episode was: “I’m going to a friends house. I’m going home.” Her whole s2 plot was her looking for a home, and she found it.

This is why she doesn’t need to be romantically with Mike in order to have a happy ending. El’s goal in life was never to find romance. It was always about family, which is why she asked if Mike would be her brother right before he kissed her. If anything, him kissing her diverted her from the life she truly wanted. All she ever wanted from the start was a home. A mother. Friends. Family. To be normal. To feel like she belonged in the world. She wandered the Wheeler house envious of Nancy's life. She wanted to be pretty like her, with big family and close friends. The end of s4 is the closest she’s been to having all of that. She’s back at the cabin, her first ever home. Hopper is alive and is officially dating Joyce, her mother. She’s surrounded by friends and family who love her. The only thing missing is Max, the person who told her she could take control of her own life, and was the only one that made her feel normal. Mike may have been the one to tell her she wasn’t a monster, but Max was the one who told her she was human, hence the “Am I your pet?” line. Max showed her the world, how to discover what she liked, how to let go of all the stress and pressure and simply have fun, and most importantly, that El shouldn’t have to be afraid of what everyone else thought. They could be silly and weird together, simply because it made them happy. No one could control who they were or what they did, because they made their own rules in life. Max showed El that there was more to life than what everyone had been telling her.

This opened the door to her realizing she didn’t need Mike. Mike was the first person to ever show genuine love and care for her (excluding Benny since he died so quickly) and she was attracted to that love. She spent her whole life being abused and scared of people, and couldn’t remember a time when she knew kids her own age. So to feel like she was loved and safe for the first time ever, of course she’d want to stay close to him. She spent that whole year thinking Mike was the person for her, because she wasn’t allowed to go out and discover who she was. Mike was all she really knew, other than couples she saw in soap operas and romance movies. Max was the very first person to say she didn’t have to be with Mike. We even saw El looked at a picture of Karate kid, showing that she was starting to show interest in people other than Mike. Her world was expanding outside of him for the first time. This was progress for her. Seeing the world outside of Mike meant she was discovering new interests, such as Wonder Woman, photo booths, shopping, games, and dressing up. She was learning about herself without him because she couldn’t do that while she was with him.

El needs Mike in her life in order to have a happy ending, but they don’t have to be together for her story to have a satisfying end. El can have everything she ever wanted out of life without dating Mike, or anyone.

#I love el #her story is so well done #I want to see her with a bunch of new hobbies at the end of the series #she just wants to try everything #Not a monster #el hopper #eleven #mike wheeler #byler #elmax #kali stranger things #the lost sister #milkdud bones #anti milkvan #platonic elmike #elmike

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Protego Pt 3 - Half

Posting Pt 3 of this mini series. hope you like it and do let me know what you think if you are so inclined. More fun to come with this era and group. All I’m posting today to let everyone enjoy. :)

“Full up.” A twiggy shaggy brown haired boy said. He'd slid between the open train car door. Ruining the plan both James and Sirius made. Bent on being the one to tussle their way to sharing the ride with those redheads. In front of their faces, both boys willing to sit on the floor if they had to, the glass windowed door was shut and locked sending them elsewhere. Along the way to actually trade names and see who the fellow loser belonged to.

Right around the cunning teen turned. Lips parted in a successful puff of air to help a grin form in greeting the twin girls. Both partly hidden behind the dark haired boy, that had moved to block them in the door scuffle. “Remus,” he spoke first to the other shaggy sandy haired boy nearest to the window the trio looked to in confusion. Hand extended, they began a brief clasp more than a shake. Each greeting the familiar face during the contact returned then dropped. Enabling the now named Remus to fix his baggy cardigan around himself to sit down.

“Junior,” the part of his name spoken had the instigator smirk. As it revealed Remus had only heard what the former was called by his father inside the Ministry.

“Glad to see a familiar face.” Next his hand was offered to the round glasses, corduroy and tweed clad boy on the other side of Remus. “Diggory, right?”

“Yes, Amos.” The bowl hair cut around this new boy's face shifted mid nod. Then stilled in a quizzical look at the taller boy, whose hand Amos released. “But your name isn’t Junior? Right?”

“Barty." Barty replied and right away turned his body to reach around Severus to offer his hand right to Jewels. “Crouch Jr. Pleasure to meet you.” Through the glass barrier behind him more slow passing teens stole their own glances inside the car. Many already had peered inside of on their way past, all eager to see what those before them had noticed and had to keep stealing partly obstructed looks back at once passed.

“Jewelia Evans,” the girl replied in an uncertain tone to the timid offer of her hand. Reluctant to take his hand as if he was a snarling dog, unable to take her eyes off his direct stare.

“Our dads work together in the Ministry, different fields, er, Remus Lupin and Amos Diggory.” Right away his eyes snapped to Lily at the pull of the hand out of his so Jewels could cling it to her belly, and blindly ensure it was intact still by means of her spare hand. “You are?” Again his eyes darted to Jewels and back again.

When Barty's eyes were off her Jewels looked to Remus in the flinch of a wave her way she returned. Not noticing the slip of her natural dead on purple eyes Amos fixated on their alluring green shade. Until they fell on his grinning self and became purple to Remus’ new green view.

“Lily Evans,” the sister said proudly, even from behind Severus. Smiling as she did so mid subtle stretch to straighten up her posture in doing so.

Off Jewels Barty's eyes snapped to Severus, still unmoved from his place as a wall blocking Lily whose hand was taken next. “Brother? Triplets are rare here.”

“Neighbor,” Severus answered flatly. Still staring directly in the shared brown eyed half curious half protective staring contest.

“Sevy,” Jewels softly uttered in a poke to her best friend’s arm that broke the stare as both looked her way.

“Eyes,” Lily sharply muttered. Bumping her body into her sister to force them both onto the seat to help hide the shift back to look identical to Lily. Avoiding once again being the one to stir up whispers about the pair. To stop the first try to call them freaks and ruin their chances to make friends here. Gaze fixed upon the floor Jewels sat. Lost to focus of her mind on every inch of her body to get control again after being startled into the reveal. A look of fear glint across her face in doing so. A look Remus felt stab at his chest from a fellow secret keeper.

“Severus Snape.” He drew focus of Barty and Amos back onto himself in declaring his name and tightening the grip on the hand still locked in Barty's. A move that had the other half of the newly introduced pair smirk back at him.

“There’s a fifth year,” calmly Remus spoke. Those now emerald eyes landed on him to the knock of his weathered shoe into her new polished pair, “can do that with his eyes.” the rest of the sentence spoken in a gesture of a finger to both of his own blue pair.

Awkward and curious a grin tugged onto Jewelia’s face to ask softly, “He can?”

Remus nodded, “Maybe you’ll be sorted to his house. I’ll point him out.”

Lily smiled, “Can’t wait to be sorted. Make new friends.” Settling better into her seat to make room for Jewelia she’d noticed was pinned into the corner of the booth and the wall in the hasty plop to sit down.

Severus broke the contact first and sighed in lowering himself down to sit beside the girl he loved. Still watching as Barty claimed his seat beside Amos, who had now righted his own clearly hand me down jacket around his sticky self. “Where do your parents work?” Barty again was looking right at Jewels, who tried not to blush at being the focus of this odd boy’s attention. As she’s usually be forgotten beside Lily back home. “Haven’t seen you about. Don’t sound from the North or anywhere near the isles.”

“Uh, Daddy works in Tax Law, Mummy is a Pet Groomer on the side.”

That had Barty narrow his eyes and Severus state the obvious, “Their parents are Muggles.”

And between them Barty looked and let out a disbelieving chuckle, “No, you can’t be serious.” Unable to believe one with such a magical and inherited allure affecting the attentions of so many could come from mere Muggles.

“That, is what our parents do.” Jewels said haltingly.

“The Prefect sent to speak with us said Muggle-Borns are quite common.” Lily argued to help break any focus off her sister who might let slip another reveal of her eyes to the staring boys.

“Barty be nice,” Remus interjected and had Barty look his way and scoff.

“I am being,” he looked back to Jewels saying, “I’m not insulting you. Just, caught me off guard.” And he looked to Severus asking, “Muggle-Born too?”

“My mother is a Witch.” Severus sighed and relented more, “Works in a book editing company. My father has many seasonal trades.”

“Where was your mother sorted?” Barty asked with a smile, “Mine were Slytherin and Gryffindor. Mum broke out her red and gold scarf today.” Adding a chuckle to how happy she seemed in the send off as the train began to let off a whistle and jerked from its stationary place to leave the platform.

“Slytherin.”

“Take it she’s not the Snape?” Barty asked with brow raised.

“Eileen Prince,” Severus answered and the boy grinned.

“Kicked my dad out of the dorm once, literally. Never let’s go of a reaction like that.” Over the sisters he looked again and spoke with the boys to his right next, “Where your parents after for you two?”

Remus answered flatly, “Anywhere but the forest.” And Barty chuckled to the turn of Remus’ eyes to the window to avoid thoughts on being sorted, and how he would keep his other side to himself. Amos spoke up on his own parents' hopes. Then Barty dove into sharing more on the houses for the girls and broke out stories he’d heard from older friends, relatives and his parents about the school. The start of a gap bridging conversation, that more than once would lure out slips of those same color changing eyes on the very giddy Jewels. Who hoped to be making friends that could last for the next seven years. Every detail memorized to be written down later in both their diaries and letters home.

“Who are you?” Bellatrix Lestrange asked Jewels. Who'd just apologized for bumping into her arm on the way to the numerous first years in a swarmed mess to be lined up for the boat ride ahead.

“Jewelia Evans,” she replied. Almost sounding like a question at the break in her voice to the intently staring girl who had noticed those same eyes right away.

“Be nice to the Muggle-Born Bella.” Barty spoke up as he came to take Jewelia’s side. Kindly patting the startled redhead’s back to comfort and show support.

“Don’t lie to me, Crouch.” Bellatrix uttered. And when he stepped away from Jewels he led the darker haired witch aside. To stop what he knew could only escalate and make the Muggle raised girl more uncomfortable.

“Right up to the front,” Lily urged and tugged both sister and Severus along into view of Rubeus Hagrid. The groundskeeper who helped the trio into a boat one at a time. Every inch of his half giant frame ready to catch any child with uncertain footing.

“Why are we taking boats?” Jewels whispered to Severus to Lily’s settle into the front seat of the boat. The question made Rubeus smile and offer his hand next to her.

“Never quite got a response myself my first year. For the view, my guess.” His reply accented with a chuckle.

“Gryffindor!” Proud Lily was the first of the trio sorted. And to the shock of everyone there the next child with the nearest birthday was called. Not Jewels who smiled at the sister she assumed to be joining at the clapping table soon. A belief shared by the boy who went to take a seat at the same table. Leaving room for the identical sister between him and Lily for that assumption.

“Slytherin.” Severus off his turn at the stool was watched by the still lingering sister. Her being whispered about by many throughout the crowd to be sorted and those at their assigned tables. Without a glance back on his path to the clapping table to take up the seat beside a soon to be named, dual hair colored, Narcissa Black.

Barty had even gotten sorted. And gave the anxious girl a pat on the arm on his way towards his seat at the Slytherin table. Once there he asked the girls beside Severus to kindly scoot over so he could sit down. All so he could ask the best friend, “Why wasn’t Jewelia called after Lily?”

“Jewels was adopted.” The answer dawned on Barty and those within earshot at the much welcomed explanation.

“Oh that clears it all up,” and Barty let out a relieved chuckle, “No Muggle could pull that off.” Instantly luring Severus to look directly at him. Instead of James Potter and Sirius Black who had been inching closer to the girl left behind Remus had been keeping equally anxious company in their wait.

“Hmm,” three minutes the sorting hat sat silent atop her head. No longer in deep reflection but merely in awe at the odd slew of tongue twisters Jewelia had been reciting in her mind to not be a multicolored mess right now in front of the entire student body and staff at the wait for where she belonged.

“Ahem.” Minerva spoke up and the hat opened its cloth fold eyes.

“Yes Minerva?” It replied and arched its head to peer at the Professor who had moved closer to see if she might help move things along.

“Her house?” Minerva asked.

“Aha, yes, a fine adornment for Ravenclaw. Fair penchant for tongue twisters to boot.” Minerva smiled in relief to the eruption of noise from the silver and blue adorned table. Every one of them more than glad to make room for the girl who stumped the hat for so long. Relief swelled and spilled violently throughout the hall and crowd just to leave Jewels so far from Lily and Severus.

“Sirius Black.” The name that came next, another name the girl didn’t recognize out of those left. One by one to be called while she was at a table filled entirely with strangers to her. Friendly but strangers no less.

Through the crowd during the final few, Remus by her was spotted. He drew her focus to a grey feather embroidered black jacket wearing teen seated a bit farther down the Ravenclaw table. To the older teen from his eyes Remus' fingers moved. Right away her lips parted in remembering the fact that had many at her table check between the first years and warn the fifth year of being talked about.

Ted Tonks, who she’d later be able to meet when he helped to guide her and the other first years to their tower. One of the Prefects she’d have ample time to build up the nerve to talk to. Right when his eyes landed on the overly quiet first year he assumed to be nervous he urged his eyes to flicker a few colors mid sudden sprout of his natural ears into those of a bear around his black pointed hat, to try and make her smile. The shock of which had her eyes instantly change to purple widening his smile. Right to her glass she looked so he could have an angle of her eyes that looked green and he let out a chuckle. Forcing his ears and hair back to normal. He straightened up on his seat to share with his friends around him the obvious reason why he was pointed out to her.

Mentally he made note to talk to the girl even if he had to wait for the walk up to the tower to do so. Let her know that even without her sister to room with she wasn’t alone. Sure he was the only one able to change like her he knew of. But amongst the other female student body there were those the boys could feel an unyielding pull to gawk at and shadow to be in their company. Just as soon as she stopped focusing on her sister too engrossed in conversation of the two boys who tried to get inside the train car earlier.

Much like her sister Bellatrix, Andromeda Black, beside her boyfriend Ted, kept a lingering stare at the first year who seemed to have Slytherin's eyes. Marking them as relations of a most perplexing variety if she was born from a pair of Muggles. Yet somehow of stronger connection than the Black line to have inherited that one feature. Those questions would have to wait though as the new girl would be early to bed to rest for the first day of classes and the pair of Prefects were off to their first meeting of the year.

*.*.* Jewels *.*.*

On break between Transfigurations and lunch the first years were let loose to roam the halls at their fancy. Jewelia and Severus walked alone, hoping to find a sunny place to sit and wait as Lily was halls away having a word with the Potions Professor on a weird reaction her hand had to an ingredient to see if it needed a quick remedy or not.

Severus broke the focus she had on more students whispering and nodding her way from the other end of the corridor by saying, “The moody one came down to our dorm last night. Has a cousin in the room across from mine, let him in and gave him a blanket for the couch in the common room.” Jewelia’s brow rose at the curious notion of the perplexing Sirius Black. The boy who seemed to be gaining popularity amongst Gryffindors thanks to his new friend James Potter. A clearly well off Pure-Blood from a family nearly as old as the Black Family. The pair now firm in a group of four boys including curiously enough Remus. The boy who kept to himself nearly as much as she did, somehow tangled up with the pompous Potter Lily now mentioned daily in his tries to get to know her better. “Apparently not all is going swimmingly between the pair.”

Clearly Jewels was on edge, or so he heard, having checked in with a few older Ravenclaw students who said the young eye grabbing co-ed was not being the most talkative since being split from Lily and himself. Even more so when she would take spare time each night after curfew to write to another mysterious sister not attending here others had bets on what magical school she had been accepted at if not here.

And just like a bad egg being stepped on a voice like a foul scent filled the air of the space announcing James Potter here to spoil the assumed calm afternoon. “Mind the balloons Snivellus, wouldn’t want to spoil your only tailored piece of clothing to your pitiful name.” James mocked aloud mid explosion of a balloon charm he cast that coated Severus in colored powder reeking of papaya.

A crack of a broken nose followed and the smug peacock dropped to a hard fist colliding with his face by none other than the now red and gold eyed glowing girl in love with the target of said prank. Bloody handed Jewels stood glaring at the prankster who enraged her. Goading cackles and noises from the students milling by muffled in her ears as her body stood ready to hit him again if he went for his dropped wand. That hand in a fist while her other arm remained locked around her books she hoped to keep in good order for their price for years to come. But not a moment later a startling authoritative shout drew a visible flinch from several.

“EVANS!” Minerva shouted in a determined stride that way. Under the ruckus the sound of Jewels’ books she let free to hide and flee muffled, same as the disappointed sigh from Severus, who bent to collect them to join his own on his way to find where she had raced off to. Unnoticed by Sirius’ wide eyes that followed the clap of hands over the beginnings of a beak on Jewels’ face and her race away. “Soon as you find her send her to my office!” Minerva instructed.

Sirius moved past bloody nosed James to ask the flustered Professor en route to speak to said groaning boy bent forward collapsed onto the stone floor clutching at his throbbing face, “Muggle-Born, right?”

“I beg your pardon, Sirius?” she asked ticking her brow upwards.

“Jewels, she’s supposed to be Muggle-Born?” He clarified the question that nearly everyone of well off lines had asked themselves. A puzzle in human form, showing traits of beings that could not be found ever in Muggle lines causing many to insist they heard from others Severus himself said she was in fact adopted both solving and not solving the perplexing puzzle.

“I don’t rightly see the worth-,” she tried to say but was cut off.

“I think she’s half Veela.” He said dropping the Professor’s jaw. In a pinch of fingers mid tug of that hand away from his lips he motioned a hand to elaborate his point, “Beak, and she glows, and the temper.”

Minerva huffed. Just now realizing the most logical reason why the young girl had been coming off possibly as owner of an unnamed chip on her shoulder requiring spare effort. “That, is a possibility.”

He nodded and said, “I’ll find her a book on it.” Order free he made his way to the library leaving behind James and lanky Remus, the latter leaned against a wall snickering at the sudden change of goals in Sirius. All at this proof of their week long debate on why Jewels seemed to be unmistakably irresistible to look away from. Peter alone was the one to help guide James to the Hospital Wing.

Softly Sirius cleared his throat on the other side of the bathroom Jewels was pretending to not be inside of. With his arm nudged the door open enough to levitate the book inside. “I’m sending a book in, don’t damage it or anything. Librarian Pince will raze the school to the ground if her collection is damaged. Thought you might need a few answers.”

Before he guessed it would the door opened and his wide eyed self peered on at the pink cheeked girl with still golden pupils, who held the open book facing him to show what could only be named as an inhuman creature. Two legged but with wings and a bird head to match the talon ended feet and sharply clawed thick knuckled fingers of the rage filled beast. “I am not-,”

“That’s a full Veela,” he blurted out. Then gestured at the stuffed miniature cow shaped stool at his side that she looked to then back up at him again, making him sigh and step aside to reveal a chair with legs that didn’t match in length. “I’m still only able to make wobbly chairs, that’s got four even legs.”

Softly she huffed and eased out of the door to plop down on the cushioned animal stool in demand of answers. Down onto his chair he lowered, extending the plant of his feet at the tilt of the chair to one side he ignored the motion to explain this fuller to the girl who had absolutely no clue what had been happening to her. “Half Veela don’t fully change like that, it, depends on the family line, some countries have different traits. I think it’s twelve chapters in, talks about half Veela. They do have powders for the glow, perfumes for the allure of others, and some shops do have charms to help, with the,” his hand rose to gesture out of his mouth like a beak just making her bashfully cover her mouth with a hand.

“I didn’t mean it, like that,” onto her shoulder his hand moved. “It’s a nice beak, at least the base of it, haven’t seen it full on yet.” At him her eyes glared and he choked out a laugh and cleared his throat again. “James, he can be like my Mum sometimes. Just a light switch. Sudden ignition, no reasoning required. You can’t,” he said and felt his voice taper off in the lock of his eyes on hers to just stare at the eyes so unlike any half Veela line he’d heard of before, but rang close to his own.

The shove into his arm that had him rock unsteadily on his seat snapped his thoughts back to the present. “Stop doing that, everyone in my dorm already stares at me.” Muddled in self pity and uncertainty of what to do with the name of this supposed condition of hers she dropped her eyes to the book now open on her lap. Freeing a full look at the roots of her hair that began to bleed out lime green.

“You’re a Morpher too!” Up at him again her eyes snapped, this was her turn to be the wide eyed one. “Super rare mixture! No wonder the reaction is so reflexive when you get upset!”

“What?” she asked squeaked. Up he stood gesturing his wand, pulled from his pocket, at the cow stool that levitated behind him to head for the library not far away from this rarely used bathroom. “I can walk…” she stammered out with hands and feet locked on the stool to not fall off at the same time.

“Best you stay on the stool or you might hit someone again. Professor wants to talk to you still you know, trouble maker you.” He joked, turning his head back to flash her a quick wink trying to calm her down in the wait of this newly added fact.

But at the end of the proper aisle inside the library he helped her down to share the system to her organizing the rows on various conditions that were inherited through magical lines. “Metamorphmagus. Gobblety gook word for shape shifters. Your body hits a rage and that kicks off to fill out what the blood knows to be a hidden side of you.” Pulling out the proper book he had been in search of.

Up at him she looked and timidly asked, “They don’t, lock those up, do they?”

Over her face he looked in concern and shook his head. “No. No they don’t. Muggles might not ever think they’re actually real outside of science fiction or fairy tales, but they are, just regular people who are able to change how they look, people, animals, creatures even if they practice enough. Like that Prefect Tonks who’s dating my cousin. So maybe, now you know what’s going on it might help, with the-,”

“You lift your hand I’m going to punch you.” She said luring a wide smile across his face.

“Detention, in the least. Now, I’m gonna take you to Professor,” and he moved to the side of the stool to pat the head on it winning a sigh from her in return for the action. “Or I could be labeled an accomplice and end up in the desk beside you. And think of the misery in that, spending an entire evening with me at your side.” That had her plop back onto the cow and he smiled again, “Thank you, from the deepest cockles of my heart for sparing me and yourself the cruelest of evenings party to my company in shared misery of the foulest of tasks.”

“A bit thick,” she muttered and he chuckled, going to check out the second book for her to borrow so he could hover her to the stern but understanding Professor. Who for most of the time until dinner would share all she could to fill in gaps, including hand over an order form for some Veela products to help with the most troublesome traits Minerva herself would foot the bill for and keep up to date on check ins to see how they would help in day to day issues. Sheepishly the teen spoke up to Minerva’s inquest on any more questions to ask, “Does any of this help with the nightmares?”

“Nightmares?” Minerva asked straightening up, “Concerning what precisely?”

“There’s a woman, and she’s locked away, alone, I keep seeing her. She can’t get out. She looks like me.”

Minerva over the top of the desk leaned in to rest a hand on top of Jewels’, “How often do you have this dream?”

“Seven years. Few times a month in the least.”

Minerva’s mouth opened a moment and she nodded, prompt to stand on her feet and offer a hand. “Come with me. Divinations Professor Onai is best to play council to these dreams of yours, and if not her we shall inquire upon a Centaur of the herd in the dark forest.” A possible Seer of limited capabilities, just foreboding dreams apparently linked to a single trapped woman they couldn’t name in any way was the given and unhelpful prognosis. The solution, nightly rituals to help and dampen the frequency of said dreams at least were added amongst the new tasks for detention each night until the window of punishment had run out.

Tricks easy enough for her to carry on all on her own, but not alone, soon she would make good on her self made plan to sneak into the forbidden forest to find the Centaur herd and see what they might have to draw out of the dream. A plan successful in that she got her answer, the trapped woman is a ghost of some power to her past. A guiding spirit instilling warnings of things to avoid muddled by lack of knowledge on how to share the pain precisely beyond the dividing veil. To the Muggle side of her upbringing it rang closer to a guardian angel, and like their biblical counterparts were equally terrifying as beautiful, so the fact these warnings came to be nightmares shifted a bit less unsettling once seen through that light.

To get out of the castle proved to be a simple task. Sneaking back in however was how she got caught. That trip would spur on a month more detention, through which her absent humming observed by Flitwick would begin a change to her life in a way she would have never guessed while being a student in this magical place.

Pt 4

#Harry Potter #Marauders Era #Jewelia Evans x Severus Snape Unrequited #Severus Snape x Lily Evans Unrequited #Sirius Black #James Potter #Remus Lupin #Peter Pettigrew #Regulus Black #Minerva McGonagall #Librarian Pince #Metamorphmagus #Veela #Muggle-Born troubles #Not a Monster #Long fic #rewrite #Sibling drama #teen drama

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Raph’s Journal chapter 9: World of What the Fuck

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Special thanks to @rebel-hamato for helping come up with this idea

“Thirteen… fourteen… fifteen…”

That’s me. Counting my reps out loud cause if I do it in my head, I’ll lose count. Oh fer those of you who are new ya better check out tha last few pages at least. This will be a real treat. So I’m in the zone right? Doin’ upper body which was always my favorite when my kid brother Donnie comes runnin’ up ta me as if tha Chrysler buildin’ was on fire.

“Raph, RAPH! Oh my gosh you’re not going to believe this shit!”

He’s got that high pitched squeak to his voice that I like when he gets excited so, I stop what I’m doin’ ta entertain him a moment.

“What is it this time Donnie boy? What’s got those ants in yer pants huh?”

At this point I’m straddling’ my weight bench lookin’ up at him.

“Ok… okay. You know the three pieces that Krang needed? To build the arch capacitor? Well I have managed to replicate those three pieces individually and…if my calculations are correct… if we place them together with enough electric force, we could open up our very own portal. Raph… this is huge!!”

I eye him as I’m wiping the sweat from my face, tryin’ my damndest not ta laugh but this guy I tell ya, he never quits. Never ceases ta amaze me either an so I decided ta at least check out this arch capacitor he got off Wish.

“Careful now. Each piece must be set accordingly. This machine will create a forcefield around the arch capacitor whilst I have electric current running through it, observe.”

Brainiac makes sure I set all these heavy pieces in their proper place. Hell he could have just asked me if he needed help liftin’ this shit. But no it’s always some spectacle. No matter. I stepped back to get a look at what he was doin’. That capacitor began to glow a bright purple and the forcefield took on a deep blue hue.

“Cool story bro but one thing is missin’… yer fuckin’ portal.”

I began ta chuckle a bit but before I could even cough out another word, he adjusted tha electric current to full strength.

“Donnie are ya sure about this?”

I insist as he stands there all stoic and shit like he’s got it all figured out.

“Ok Dr Jekyll.”

A flash of bright light caused us both to step back and this bolt of electric current or somethin’ kinda bounced out of tha capacitor and traced what looked to be a triangle into mid air. We both stood there in total shock before Donnie finally spoke up.

“Isn’t marvelous?! We could go literally anywhere in the universe! All thanks to me. We’ll come on then, let’s go explore shall we?”

He steps toward this triangle thing and I’m thinking to myself somethin’ just ain’t right about this.

“Donnie don’t be so sure…”

And he’s gone. Just disappeared into this bright shiny electric goop lookin’ shit. There was only one thing I could do an that was ta go after him.

“Ok ok… you can do this. No regrets no fear.”

I always pump myself up before doin’ somethin’ I know is goin’ ta scare tha shit out of me. Just my thing. I stepped inta tha goop an found myself steppin’ out inta what felt like grass. It was grass, in a clear opening in some woods some damn where. There was no sign of Donnie.

“Donnie!! Donnie!!!”

I’m yellin’ out ta only god knows who at this point. I turn back ta make sure tha triangle was still in that same spot, then turn back around only ta find this massive umm elf? No no he’s not an elf. He’s got pointy ears like one, but teeth like a umm bulldog? A saber tooth cat yeah. That. And then he’s got this head full of gorgeous hair wow it’s really… oh shit ohhh shit he’s chargin’ me! Holy fuck holy hell what do I do DONNIE?!?”

This massive bulldog hair guy swings an even more massive axe just barely slicing a piece of my bandanna off.

“I suppose that’s your friend? Such a pity.”

Oh dear christ and he can speak! Of course he can. My line of sight returns to my front grasping fer any type of escape when I see this slender tree. I reach my hand out fer it, swingin’ myself into tha other direction as this huge beast whips right past me. Holy fuck. He’s fast and he’s pissed. I reach fer my sais at my hip just in time to melee tha fuck outta this guy. My arms are shakin’, muscles tense an strugglin’ ta break free of this guys death grip… I had to move fast. One slip of my foot and I was free from him and his axe. I took my stance holdin’ my ground an when he came back fer a second time he upper decked my face so hard I was seein’ stars. Nevertheless I kept fightin’, tha mother fucker had my brother an I wanted him back.

Until this very day I had never met another person with so much rage. Other than Leather Head but you’ve already heard that story. I managed ta flip tha axe out of his hand so now it was merely a fight of brute strength. I threw my sais into tha ground pissed as a fuckin’ hornet.

“Come on mother fucker! Show me whatcha got!”

He came at me, both our bodies crashin’ together like two rhinos. At one point he had had his grip around my neck and I felt light headed. I began loosening my grip, fingers tearin’ anywhere at him ta get him ya let go as I began ta see darkness. I could feel myself passin’ out but then somethin’ happened that I did not expect. He releases his grasp around my neck, I’m choking relentlessly as he lifts me up to face him and just as I took in another breath… his lips landed on mine. I was in shock mainly because I literally almost died but tha fact that he was actually a really great kisser despite the twin tusks he had.

My body feel limp into his, my fingers now diggin’ through those lovely locks of his cradled his head as I slipped my tongue through my lips and deepened tha kiss. I could feel all his anger, all his frustration, all his stress… everything was exuding through him sexually and no one better ta understand this need he had than myself. He wasted no time palmin’ tha massive erection I had through my shorts an my hips gave way ta his advances. My own hands took on a mind of their own as well, slippin’ down his smooth chest littered with surprisingly soft hair. My fingers followed tha happy trail down ta his waist where he was more than willin’ tha help me de-clothe him. His cock was massive. As massive as mine and I got a huge cock it’s actually embarrassin’, so ta see someone who has just as much as I got ya give was a real treat. I couldn’t help but ta break tha kiss an slip ta my knees.

His bulbous head was drippin’ with precum an I so graciously lapped it up, swirlin’ my tongue around tha spongy tip as he let out a needy moan.

“I’ve never had anyone do this before.”

I hear him but I don’t stop, my hand cuppin’ an fondlin’ his massive balls gently as I took his head inta my mouth with a light suckle.

“You’ll like it. I promise. This is better than fightin’ hm?”

I hum up at him, wrappin’ my free hand around tha base of his shaft ta lift his cock up then lickin’ tha sensitive under ridge. My hand begins pumpin’ him and his breathin’ becomes pantin’. He was like a sated animal. It was tha hottest shit I’ve ever seen an he got even harder the more I stroked him. I had ta take every inch of him. It wasn’t a want it was a need. I released his balls, lining the head of his cock up with my lips as I arched my neck back. My free hand slipped beneath my pants, grippin’ my own cock for some much needed relief as my lips slowly bobbed down ta tha base of his cock. Oh he was gaggin’ me. My throat was burnin’ it was stretchin’ so hard. My eyes began ta water but again I held my ground, creatin’ a suction so powerful I’d put Dyson ta shame. I retracted, pullin’ tha loose foreskin gently with my mouth then bobbin’ forward again until my throat got used to its occupancy. I could feel his steeled cock thrustin’ eagerly inta my wantin’ mouth. God he was beautiful like this.

“No…. Not yet. I… I don’t want to cum yet. Not like this.”

His voice was low, husky an full of want as he guided my face from his cock. He began to kneel down to me and as our faces met once more, so did our lips. His kiss was warm and aggressive an I could feel him guidin’ my body ta where he wanted me. This… this was different. Up to this point I had never been a bottom before but for some reason with this guy I had to let my guard down completely if I wanted this to happen. And I did oh dear god I did. My cock was literally pulsing for him, slapping up against my plastron with tension… ready an needy for attention as I slipped ta my hands an knees.

“Come on big guy. Ya know ya like whatcha see hm?”

I spread my thighs a bit an curl back my broken tail, exposin’ my tight rear entrance with my balls hangin’ tight up underneath my tender gooch. Was I nervous? Hell yeah I was. I had never taken anything this massive before up my ass but fer him I was willin’ ta submit. He wrapped his hand around my danglin’ cock, now with one thick ass strand of precum stringin’ from tha head of my dick to tha ground. Man I never wanted someone so bad as I did him at that moment. My eyes pinched shut an a chur ripped from my body as I felt him stroke my pipe, all anxiety or fear went straight out tha window as I arched my back an started rubbin’ my ass cheeks along his girth. I was hot, I was horny, I was ready fer him.

I could feel him grippin’ tha base of his cock an once again lining it up with my hole. I winced a bit as I felt tha pinch of his head sinkin’ down inta my tight squeeze an I could feel him stretchin’ me. I let out a repressed moan as I felt him fillin’ me, it was the fullest I’ve ever felt. My knees an legs began to shake until he bottomed out, allowin’ me ta rest fer a moment an adjust ta his size. He leaned over me, this guy being every ounce as big as I was… it was comfortin’. I felt his free hand grip around my neck once more, quidin’ my face ta his as our lips locked again fer a third time and his hips retracted. Oh my fuckin’ god I was seein’ stars again from this guy. I moaned needily inta his mouth fer more and he gladly obliged. His hips began to jut up inta me, my fingers diggin’ down inta tha earth and my toes were curlin’. I could feel how wet my tight back door had gotten fer him as he slid his cock in an out of me with ease.

“Harder… please… MORE!”

I’m beggin’ fer him an his hips are showin’ me no mercy. Through our grunts and moans you could hear our two bodies slappin’ together echoin’ through the what seemed ta be an empty Forrest. His hand on my cock matched tha pace of his hips. I could feel his steeled cock at the ready deep inside me each time he’d thrust forward. I felt tha band deep within my belly begin to burn. He pumped harder and fucked me faster until I was squabblin’ an squealin’ beneath him, fightin’ my own release and when I finally let my guard down… ta actually be ta first one ta nut instead of bein’ tha aggressor… here comes Donnie!!

“Raph RAPH!!! Oh my gosh you are not going to believe this!! We are in The World Of…

what the fuck?!?”

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt #tmnt raphael #bayverse #tmnt donatello #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #world of warcraft original character #world of warcraft #durotan #monster lover #not a monster #raphs journal

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