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A Daring Prefect (Amit Thakkar x Reader) - Part One

Summary: Amit and Reader are in an established relationship. One night, the reader sneaks out of their common room to go to the Forbidden Forest. Amit catches them and is angry because Reader promised not to go on dangerous adventures anymore. However, Reader is on a mission and needs to see the Centaurs. Amit reluctantly chooses to accompany Reader since he knows they won’t be dissuaded from their plan.

This story can be read as a continuation of the headcanons with Amit I wrote.

This story will have two parts.

Reader’s gender, house, and appearance are not specified.

Noiselessly you crept along the polished floor of the Central Hall, hiding behind a banister to evade the searching glances of the Prefects that stood guard at the doors to the library. You were crouched on the staircase, concealed by the Disillusionment Charm. You had just made your way through the Transfiguration Courtyard and were hoping to reach the end of the Central Hall so that you could turn left to go toward the Bell Tower. From there, you could easily reach the Grounds of Hogwarts and leave the school. If you got past the Prefects in front of the library, everything else would be a cinch.

You had snuck out of school more than a dozen times, and it had become routine for you to slyly walk past oblivious authority figures. Your little game of Hide and Seek had never been discovered, although rumors were circulating in school that you were prone to leave Hogwarts Castle past curfew and frequently violated the school rules. Your best friends – Amit, Natty, Sebastian, Poppy, and Ominis – knew these rumors were true, but they would never tell on you. Also, you were too clever to let yourself get caught, which included developing methods to evade Professor Weasley’s perceptive eyes and endless questions. She definitely knew what kind of mischief you were up to, but no matter where your missions brought you, you didn’t leave behind any evidence against you.

This time, the mission of the day, or rather night, was to ask the Centaurs in the Forbidden Forest about healing herbs for Mr Pippin, who was working on a new potion to heal injuries. Apparently, his competition with Fatimah Lawang had got a little out of hand, and they were trying to invent potions to outdo the other.

Breathing evenly, you peeped over the edge of the last stair leading up to the fountain in the middle of the Central Hall, watching the Prefects. Two Prefects – one a Slytherin, the other a Hufflepuff – were conversing intently in front of the left library door about Herbology and the best way to grow Chinese Chomping Cabbages. Three more Prefects – two Gryffindors and a Ravenclaw – were huddled closely in front of the right door, sharing goods from Honeydukes.

Quickly, you cast Depulso at the left library door, which swung open and collided loudly with the wall. Confused, the Hufflepuff and Slytherin Prefects turned around and examined the door, calling, “Is someone there?” When their backs were turned to you, you sprinted toward the fountain, hiding behind it and breathing a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, your little distraction got the attention of the other Prefects. They, too, were perplexed. Suspiciously, they looked around. One of the Gryffindor Prefects walked over to the Slytherin boy and Hufflepuff girl, who were trying to identify the source of the loud collision. The girl walked downstairs into the library to investigate.

“What was that?” asked the Gryffindor Prefect, but the Slytherin boy only shrugged his shoulders.

“Peeves, maybe.”

“We should search the library, too. Just to make sure no one snuck into the forbidden section.” The Gryffindor patted the shoulder of his friend encouragingly and followed the Hufflepuff student. Looking to his green-robed friend, who walked down the stairs rather reluctantly, he said, “It’s probably that Sallow boy again. He never knows when enough is enough.”

You smiled to yourself. Tomorrow at breakfast you would sooo tease Sebastian about what you just heard.

The Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students in front of the right library door dispersed. The other Gryffindor student now guarded the door to the library that had been left unattended.

Confidently, you raised your wand, casting a basic Charm on a book stack next to the Ravenclaw student. Scared, she jumped and turned around frantically. You took that chance to sprint toward the stairs leading to the doors of the Greenhouses. However, while you ran in a crouched position, you slowed down anxiously. You heard light footsteps descending the grand stairs behind you. And it must have been your lucky day because obviously, it was no one else but your boyfriend Amit Thakkar. He could not see you! You promised him to abstain from dangerous adventures outside the castle. However, based on his light jog, his black hair swaying slightly due to the motion, and his carefree expression, Amit didn’t notice you. With a pounding heart, you ran down the stairs in front of you as quickly as possible and hid next to them right as Amit passed the fountain.

Indeed, it must have been your lucky day… Amit didn’t see you nor did he look like he suspected anything. But you swore that you saw him gazing at you and narrowing his eyes suspiciously when he came down the stairs. Well, phew… you have officially prevented a relationship crisis.

You calmed your palpitating heart, not daring to move as Amit struck up a conversation with the other Ravenclaw Prefect.

“You look pale. Are you alright?” Amit crossed his arms and examined the books that were sprawled out at the girl’s feet.

“Yes… I am fine.” The girl laughed brightly – brighter than was appropriate – and brushed her hair behind her ear. You could only hear and not see her, but you were sure that she was blushing, falling victim to the Amit Effect. The very thing that made you fall for your boyfriend in the first place. “It’s just that the door to the library swung open a minute ago… And well, it did so just like that. No one caused it. And now the book stack tipped over…”

Amit’s voice sounded beyond wary when he answered, and you were certain that he brought his hand to his chin. “…Is that so?”

You didn’t waste more time and turned left to get to the Bell Tower, thinking about Amit as you strode along the corridors.

Perfect Amit… His grades were flawless, his social skills were impressive, and he exuded reliability and calmness. In other words, he was exactly what you needed. You loved the thrill of adventure and the rush of adrenaline in your veins, but what you loved, even more, was the security Amit could offer you and always offered you whenever you came down from your high. He was your solid rock amidst chaos and kept turbulences at safe distances.

Of course, Amit was aware that this was one of the reasons you fell in love with him, but although he knew how much you liked the combination of a thrilling adventure and his calmness, and although he knew how imperative this combination was to you, he never encouraged you to seek out danger. In fact, he was so done worrying about you all the time that he made you promise to turn your back on “the dangerous life” – that’s what he coined your lifestyle. At first, a big argument ensued, and you told him to go back to his telescope and leave you alone, which made him cry – Amit was a sensitive and soft young man; he was the green flag in your relationship while you often were the red one. But you two could never stay separate for too long, and it just hurt to have an argument. Eventually, you reached out first and apologized. Well, and you vowed you would live the life of an ordinary student (pretending you didn’t rescue Hogwarts from Ranrok and like you didn’t possess ancient magic).

What was the harm anyway? It couldn’t hurt to have a regular sleeping schedule. Well actually, your current behavior was potentially risking your relationship with Amit and his trust in you. So, there was the harm. But he would never know that you broke your promise from two months ago which you only adhered to for two weeks anyway. How would he know?

You reached the big double doors leading to the Grounds of Hogwarts when you heard someone clearing his throat behind you. You froze instantly and withdrew your arm that was about to push the doors open. Carefully, you glanced over your shoulder, seeing Amit standing a few feet in front of you, his arms crossed. An angry look was plastered on his handsome face.

Oh, no. Here we go.

You saw no point in trying to get out of this one. You broke your Disillusionment Charm and stared guiltily up at Amit.

Accusingly, he looked at you. He seemed to be angrier than hurt which relieved you somewhat. “You promised, (Name).”

You looked to your side, scratching your neck awkwardly. “I know, Amit. I am—”

“No!” He closed the distance between you and grabbed you by your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. “I don’t want to hear it! If you felt truly sorry, you would have never broken your promise in the first place. You would have foreseen how you would have felt in a situation like this one! You would have never betrayed me like that.”

Exasperatedly, you groaned. “Amit, feelings don’t affect us causally. Only if that were the case, would you be right, and I would have never lied to you.”

Amit shook his head. Offended, he poked your chest with his finger repeatedly. “Don’t. Be. Cocky. I’m a Ravenclaw. I know that.”

Annoyed, you tried to push Amit away, but he clung to you like a moth to a flame. Besides, you didn’t want him to let go, and even though his dark eyes were boring holes into your soul, you couldn’t help but marvel at their beauty.

“How long?” His mouth moved slowly as he repeated sternly, “How long?”

Ashamed, you mumbled, “One month and two weeks.”

“Wha—” He brought his hands to his head and took a few steps back from you. He pointed his hand at you like an angry mum chastising her child. “You have been lying to me for this long?”

“Amit, I—” You tried stepping toward him, but his hands made sharp motions in the air like he was cutting something with them.

“No, no, no! I don’t want to hear it!” Tears were collecting in the corners of his eyes, and he sniveled softly. “But why, (Name)? Did our promise really mean nothing to you?”

Suddenly, unpredictable anger surged through you, and you couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth that you had been meaning to say for a while but never dared to do until now. “Our promise? It was my promise!” Angrily you clenched your fists around the fabric of your robe. “I had to promise to you to refrain from risky outings outside the castle because you wanted to feel reassured about my safety.”

Agitated, Amit paced back and forth, one hand grabbing the thick hair at the back of his neck. “Is it because I am not Sebastian?” His other hand ran nervously across his face. “Because I am not as daring as him?” He came to a halt abruptly and turned to face you. “If you want him, leave me be and never show your face again.”

Tears shot down your cheeks and you didn’t even care to hide them or dry your face. “Gosh, Amit… You are not listening!” You grabbed him by his collar and pulled him down to look properly into his eyes. You saw that he was just as hurt as you were. “I told you again and again that I love you just the way you are. You are my favorite person. I want you and not Sebastian!”

However, Amit’s thoughts had taken on a life of their own, and he was indeed not listening to your words. Desperate, he grabbed your wrists; your hands were still holding onto his collar which had become your lifeline in this argument. “What do you even mean by that I wanted to feel reassured about your safety?" Amit asked, exhausted. “Do you mean to say that you just made that promise to appease me? You made that promise for me and never for us?”

You bit your lips, tasting the salt that your tears left in their wake. “Well, yeah… I promised because I love you, but I found out pretty quickly that I cannot neglect a vital part of myself. It is in my nature to explore and fight. And as much as I love you, I cannot change for you. Either you accept me as I am, or you don’t. In the latter case, we have to break up.”

Defeated, you looked down, seeing your small feet standing in front of Amit’s large ones. Your shoulders shook and your grip on Amit loosened. Your hands were threatening to fall numbly to your sides, but before they could, Amit pulled you into a hug that was so tight that your face and hands were pressed flush against his chest. Gently, his hand cradled your head, and the other found your back.

“But I want you, (Name). Only you.”

You wanted to reply, but the sound of approaching footsteps woke you from your romantic hug and what would have been a reconciliation.

You were both full-on panicking as you broke apart and looked frantically for a hiding spot. Eventually, you spotted a statue and pulled Amit behind it, casting the Disillusionment Charm on you to make you almost invisible.

“Right…” Amit gave you a vexed and offensive side-eye. “You would know everything about hiding, wouldn’t you?” He lifted his wand, casting a Disillusionment Charm on himself, too.

“What is that supposed to mean?” The space behind the statute was narrow. Your back was pressed against the wall and your chest was touching Amit’s torso. You were so close that you could feel the even rise and fall of his stomach and ribs as he breathed.

“Well, you using the Disillusionment Charm demonstrates how you sneak out of the castle.” His warm breath fanned your face. Quietly, he mumbled to himself, “Why am I even hiding? I am a Prefect.”

You snorted. “You needed a demonstration to figure that out?” You tried crossing your arms but quickly gave up due to the lack of space. Instead, you lowered your hands to your sides where they accidentally brushed against Amit’s, who grabbed them gingerly despite your argument. “It is the most practical method there is,” you continued, “I guess, your little Ravenclaw brain failed you there.”

A growl that marked the inception of his stubborn and witty reply reverberated through his chest, sending chills down your body. Amit had to smother the words that were beginning to form, though, because the footsteps that you had heard earlier, walked past your hiding spot. Sneakily, both of you risked a glance to see who was steering toward the Grounds of Hogwarts and leaving the castle late at night. As Amit turned his head to look over his shoulder, you leaned forward, looking past him. To your surprise, you saw Professor Weasley opening the great double doors, giggling to herself, and holding a letter in her hand.

“A late-night rendezvous,” she hummed, delighted. “How risky.” The doors fell shut behind her with a loud bang.

“Impossible,” Amit breathed in disbelief.

“Well, the most unexpected events happen at night.” You shrugged, unimpressed. Breaking the Disillusionment Charm, you left your hiding spot. “See you tomorrow, Amit. I have something to take care of.”

“Wait!” Your Ravenclaw friend held you back by your arm and his translucent figure took on a solid shape again. “I think you owe me an explanation. I could have exposed your shenanigans in the Central Hall when I saw you creeping from the fountain to the stairs you hid behind. What are you up to now?”

“Wow,” you rolled your eyes. "You sound just like Ignatia Wildsmith.”

Amit lifted his eyebrow. A disappointed twinkle simmered in his eyes. “Can you be serious and not sarcastic for once? I truly worry for you.”

“Fine.” Your shoulders slumped forward, and you dropped your tough act. With him you could just be yourself, so why did you try to push him away with peevish remarks? “I am heading to the Forbidden Forest to—”

“The Forbidden Forest!?”

“To meet up with a Centaur called Dorran to ask him about healing herbs.” Briefly, you explained to Amit, whose expression slowly shifted from appalment to amazed astonishment, that you were helping Mr Pippin with a new potion recipe.

“A Centaur?” Amit mumbled in disbelief and his astronomer’s heart beat faster. “I— Well, you know that… I mean, I am responsible for escorting you back to your common room, but…” He got lost in his own thoughts, thinking hard and staring at nothing in particular. Before long, he snapped his fingers excitedly. “Yes, I know! I will escort you to your common room after we have been in the Forbidden Forest together to meet Dorran and enquire about these healing herbs.” Amit’s large hands straightened his robes, and he adopted an imposing stance. “I cannot pass this chance to meet a Centaur. They know the stars better than anyone. I will approve of this excursion of yours solely for educational purposes. And because I have to make sure that my boyfriend/girlfriend/partner does not come to any harm.”

“Aren’t you chivalrous?” Smiling and winking at Amit, you grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the castle. “Have you forgotten about that time I took you to a Goblin mine to translate construction plans? You didn’t appear as brave back then.”

“Don’t remind me, please.”

“There will be spiders in the Forbidden Forest. Lots of them.”

“But you will also be there. Logically speaking, you are the real menace, and you happen to be on my side, meaning I am in capable hands.”

Laughing playfully, you pressed a kiss to his cheeks.

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malfoyx · 1 year

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- Draco Malfoy Lockscreen

Hope you like it >.< (Happy New Year♡)

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy icons #malfoy #slytherin house #slytherin pride #draco malfoy wallpaper #draco malfoy lockscreen #slytherin wallpaper #slytherin lockscreen #slytherin supremacy #draco lucius malfoy #harry potter lockscreen #harry potter wallpaper #Harry potter #potterhead

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julesart04 · 4 months

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Severus Snape 🐍

#marauders #all the young dudes #fanart #harry potter #my art #marauders era #illustration #70s #severus snape #slytherin supremacy #always

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fallensapphires · 6 months

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Hogwarts Houses: Slytherin

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folks use any means

To achieve their ends

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youareprobablynott · 1 year

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Auror Draco Mafoy ✨ birthday gift for amazing Musyc

#hp fanart #illustration #draco malfoy fanart #auror draco malfoy #draco malfoy #slytherin supremacy

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jiangyanlissidepiece · 1 year

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AU where Remus Lupin KNOWS what abused pureblood kids look like, and he immediately instinctively becomes very protective over all the damaged ass pureblood bitches in Slytherin.

And they’re like? Parental validation?? For free???

They’re protective over him but insist they don’t actually care about him but also Rita Skeeter talked shit and they were ready to go to WAR.

(When Hermione traps Rita in a jar she becomes their messiah. They keep giving her random shit that she finds out are like?? Priceless family heirlooms?? She’s very confused.)

(Also Pansy is totally developing a crush and it’s adorable)

Sirius gets out of Azkaban and he’s just confronted with Remus’s lil army of kids and he’s just like “when did you procreate?? And why so MANY”

(He gets like 20 shovel talks)

Once they figure out the whole animagus thing, TOO MANY OF THEM decide they NEED to be able to help Remus during full moons bc they can’t be worse than SIRIUS

(They’re kind of assholes to their new stepdad)

Minnie is just over here wondering why almost the entirety of Slytherin is dead silent for a whole month

#remus lupin #remus x sirius #wolfstar #remus fluff #remus is tired #remus lupin as a single father of far too many jaded slytherins #they keep calling him DAD #he makes them meals n shit #slytherin #slytherin supremacy #harry potter #harry potter memes #dad Remus Lupin

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rose-lunaire · 4 months

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tell me why all stories portraying slytherin boys are about a soft hufflepuff or a ditzy revanclaw girlie making them a whipped mess. like, i really can't grasp the idea of fundamentally different people working out so well, especially in a high school setting.

where are my badass slytherin queens, who don't shy away from taking action and seducing the man of their dreams?!

#i am deprived #please im begging #send me asks #i want to make it right #slytherin supremacy #slytherin boys #slytherin #slytherpride #draco malfoy #theodore nott #enzo berkshire #blaise zabini #mattheo riddle #girl power #slytherin girls #femme fatale #hogwarts au #rose-lunaire #personal rant

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sailorgoon13 · 1 month

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#slytherin #slytherin pride #Slytherin wallpaper #wallpaper #Hogwarts houses #Hogwarts houses wallpaper #ai generated #ai image #ai artwork #slytherin squad #slytherin supremacy #slytherin aesthetic

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jacobscursebreakerlilsis · 9 months

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“Girl you really got a hold on me so this isn’t just puppy love”

#hogwarts mystery #merula x mc #merula x jacob's sibling #merula snyde x mc #jacob’s sibling x merula #harry potter hogwarts mystery #harry potter #hphm #jacob's sibling #slytherin mc #hphm mc #slytherin #slytherin pride #slytherin reader #slytherin supremacy #merula snyde #Spotify

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cocowritesstuff · 1 year

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corvus oculum corvi non eruit

Meet my Harry Potter (au) OC 🖤💚

Name: Lyra Solène Lestrange-Weasley

Nickname(s)/Titles: Ly, The Slytherin Sweetheart, Little Lestrange, Mademoiselle Lestrange, Madame Lestrange-Weasley

DOB: Jan 13th, 1979

House: Slytherin

Quidditch? Yes

Position: Keeper

Family: Bellatrix Lestrange (mother), Rodolphus Lestrange (father), Narcissa Malfoy (aunt & godmother), Lucius Malfoy (uncle), Andromeda Tonks (aunt), Draco Malfoy (cousin), Aradia Malfoy (cousin), Nymphadora Tonks (cousin), Rabastan Lestrange (uncle), Theodore Nott Sr. (godfather)

Loyalty: Death Eaters (forced/“defected”), The Order of the Phoenix, The Dark Triad, Slytherin House, Herself

Wand: 10 inches exactly, alder wood, dragon heartstring & “switch-like,” flexibility

Patronus: was unable to produce one until age 20, when she did, it was a Capuchin monkey.

Marital Status: Married George Weasley in 2002

Residence: Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire (school days), 12 Grimmauld Place, London (post graduation/wartime), Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire (wartime/post-war), Lestrange House, Mayfair, London (post-war)

Occupation: Student (formerly) Socialite, investor, philanthropist (post war), eventually went on to work in Wizarding Crisis Management, making her a direct hindrance at times to the DMLE and Ministry.

Background: The s*rial-killer’s daughter of the Wizarding World. Born with a gift for Occlumency yet cursed with a name almost as notorious as the Golden Boy himself’s, but for all the wrong reasons, this Slytherin aristocrat dedicated her immense reserves of ambition, cunning, and determination into ensuring that her peers, along with the rest of society, would never, ever view her in the same light as her parents. Due to her charismatic and overall easygoing, if not slightly aloof and arrogant personality, as well as her behavior throughout her school years, she became known amongst her peers both sincerely and insincerely alike, as The Slytherin Sweetheart, and was known throughout Hogwarts as one of the more approachable members of the snake house in her time. However, as the events of the Second Wizarding War began to unfold, it became apparent that in times of hardship, blood often runs thicker than water, and she and her mother had far more in common than either of them had originally anticipated— to neither one of their benefits.

random shit-

Lyra has an Alder wood wand which speaks to her natural aptitude for nonverbal magic, which she began practicing her first year and mastered by her fourth. She is also a natural born Occlumens, which helped her tremendously during the war.

Her favorite spell is crucio, just like her mum’s. She unfortunately has a natural gift for Dark Magic, and is able to use it in limited amounts without it entirely corrupting her soul and mind (something that she gets from her father and uncle, as it runs in the Lestrange family— obv Bella was driven mad by it sooo… sorry NHOB).

She, like most Purebloods, follows the Old Ways of magic (i.e, celebrating Pagan holidays, using ceremonial magic, etc.), something she gets from Narcissa. Litha is her favorite holiday.

Lyra is a small constellation which is often represented by a bird, such as an eagle or vulture, carrying a lyre through the night sky. This ties into how the symbol for the Lestrange family is a bird (raven/crow), and the lyre is a musical instrument favored by Apollo, and when placed in the hands of Orpheus, was said to produce the most enchanting and beautiful music with the ability to charm anyone, even inanimate objects. This relates to Lyra’s personality, and how she is known as a very good talker, able to slither her way in and out of any situation using only her words.

Lyra & George’s relationship is loosely based on Orpheus and Eurydice— one loses the other due to circumstances beyond control, and makes a seemingly impossible journey in order to get them back.

She was handed off to Narcissa and Lucius right after she was weaned, and her mother was incarcerated not long afterwards. As she was raised by the Malfoy family, she considers Aradia and Draco to be her siblings rather than her cousins. She did not remember what her mother looked like, and only had 3 conversations with her father before he died. Due to this, she considers Narcissa as her mother, and it is reciprocated. Narcissa adores her, as Lyra is more interested in knowing how to network and thrive in society, which was greatly utilized after the war, and Aradia, her other daughter, is much closer to Lucius and more interested in learning how to be the next Malfoy Heiress.

Her patronus memory is when George stood up to Molly and defended her to the Weasley family. It was the only happy memory she had that did not have any negativity/impurity attached to it on her end.

The Lestrange Family words are not just a motto, they are a fatal blood curse on every member of the family, that typically lays dormant, as its sole focus is prohibiting them from ever doing anything directly to intentionally betray or turn against a member of their family. Due to this, she could not testify against her parents. However, due to his involvement in helping Lyra and Aradia escape Malfoy Manor, she testified for her uncle, Rabastan post-war and this led to him receiving a reduced sentence in Azkaban, followed by permanent house arrest… unfortunately, she did not predict him having to live with HER, due to her being his only kin. Rabastan spent most of his time keeping to himself, and eventually began to unlearn his bigoted ways. He died soon after as a man on the pathway to complete reformation.

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fanfictionlibrary · 1 year

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After Hogwarts (Sebastian x Reader)

A Hogwarts Legacy fanfiction

The reader's house, gender, and appearance are not defined.

It was your seventh year at Hogwarts, and in about two months you and your classmates would be taking your N.E.W.T.s. The classes and your self-study sessions have never been so stressful. The teachers were constantly reminding you that these exams would decide your future. A future in which you would grow into even more outstanding witches and wizards than you already were. Honestly, the teachers were very encouraging, and aside from the headmaster, Professor Black, who looked at all of you like you were Troll Bogeys, the other Professors were sad that the graduation of your year was right around the corner. Although the Professors had to say goodbye to seven-year students every school term, the departure of you and your friends seemed to pain them especially. That was no wonder, considering that you and your classmates had been involved in a series of dangerous events that led to the demise of well-known dark wizards and finally to the Battle of Hogwarts.

However, you, as students, were so caught up in your studies and the stress resulting from these that you barely had the time to lament your Hogwarts experience. And none of you really wanted to. Thinking about it felt like multiple stabs to the ribs – and you as the Hero of Hogwarts knew what you were talking about. Defeating poachers, dark wizards, Ashwinders, Trolls, goblins, and the menaces Ranrok, Rockwood, and Harlow personally, you knew what pain felt like and saw absolutely no glory in being a hero. Nonetheless, you loved the thrill of fighting and adventure.

This was why you found yourself in a secluded section of the library on the second floor, thinking about your life after Hogwarts and being torn between two job options. Naturally, before the N.E.W.T.s, all students had to organize and apply for apprenticeships and jobs, because Hogwarts made sure that there was no graduation without a clear future perspective. The school helped the students with finding an occupation in the labor market by offering job orientation programs. And when you attended one of these programs in your sixth year, you decided to become an Auror. It was not far-fetched, and honestly, everyone had expected it. At the beginning of your seventh year, you applied for Auror training, and obviously, you were accepted. It didn’t even need Officer Singer to vouch personally for you, something she had been doing repeatedly after you defeated Cassandra Mason, who sold her shop in Hogsmeade repeatedly and drove the new owners insane. No, everyone had heard about your great deeds.

But you couldn’t help but wonder whether you really wanted to be an Auror. Of course, the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins during a precarious battle was beyond this world, but Aurors were known for dying young. For the first time, you felt like you wanted to lead a secure, stable life that was defined by regularities and routines. That was why you were staring so intently at the piece of parchment lying in front of you on the table. Last night, right before going to bed, an owl from Professor Hecat was delivered to your dorm room, presenting another job offer. Curiously, you had read it:

I am writing this letter late at night and do not have time for formalities. I would like to come straight to the point. I have a job offer for you as a teacher for Defense against the Dark Arts. If you take the job, you would start work next school year. It seems that I must retire early, earlier than I would like to. Which makes it important for me to find an honorable and responsible successor. I have already talked with the faculty about this job offer, and they all agreed unanimously that you fit the job description for a Hogwarts professor impeccably well. Even Professore Black acceded. You have not only experienced the perils of the Dark Arts and fought them, but you also have incredible social skills. It would be a shame if you didn’t teach students and accompany them on their journey to greatness. You would make a splendid teacher. Now, if you are interested, come and see me today or tomorrow. But if I don’t hear from you by then, the headmaster will have to start searching for my successor officially.

-Dinah Hecat

You stuffed the letter in your bag, deciding to consult your best friend, Sebastian Sallow, on what to do, and made your way to Professor Ronen’s Charms class. Sebastian certainly would offer good advice. After all, you have been through severe hardships together. You helped him with overcoming the sadness and loneliness that engulfed him after he had killed his uncle Solomon and after Anne left Feldcroft, stating that she loved him but couldn’t forgive him nor bear to see him.

Forgiving or not forgiving Sebastian was never a question to you. In your opinion, Ominis was partly right when he said that someone needed to mean the three Unforgivable Curses to cast them successfully. By no means did Sebastian actually want to kill his uncle; the regret and panic that was written on his face right after he had cast the Killing Curse were enough for you to be certain; he was just utterly frustrated that his uncle had given up on Anne. He reacted impulsively when he cast Avada Kedavra, meaning that the wish to hurt someone mustn’t be rooted as deeply into someone’s consciousness as it is generally believed. Besides, you could just use Incendio or Diffindo multiple times to achieve the same result. An impulsive thought was enough to torture, take someone’s will away, or kill. The core of your wand probably determined the strength of an Unforgivable Curse, too. A dragon heartstring turned to the Dark Arts more easily than a unicorn hair.

You must know about what causes an Unforgivable to be cast successfully. You were enchanted by the Dark Arts, too, and used them on multiple occasions whenever you strolled through the forbidden forest or had a heart-to-heart duel with dark wizards. You were glad that the Professors didn’t know about your dark tendencies – otherwise, you would have never received a job offer for a teaching profession. Lately, you had resolved on using the Dark Arts only in situations that absolutely required them. You needed more stability in your life and would not seek out danger for the sake of it any longer. You wanted to put your foot down and settle.

You were passing through the transfiguration courtyard when Amit and Poppy spotted you. They waved excitedly and ran over.

“Are you heading to Charms, too?” asked Poppy in her soothing voice.

“Yes, I am,” you replied, smiling at Amit and Poppy as they walked next to you.

Amit chuckled, straightening out his Ravenclaw robes which he always kept neat. “I bet Professor Ronen can’t wait for the final exam in Charms. He always says that he wants us to tackle the exam like we were fighting a ghastly spider.” Amit grimaced, disgusted. “Actually, I prefer a quill and an exam sheet to a spider anytime.”

“Definitely,” you commented, giggling with Poppy. Together the three of you entered the Astronomy wing and made your way up the stairs to the Charms classroom, but before the door to the Transfiguration courtyard closed fully, it was swung open again, and a sarcastic voice was carried over to your ears.

“Were a spider to see you, Thakkar, it wouldn’t even bother to eat you,” remarked Ominis, and you all halted in your steps to let him catch up with you. “No one wants to swallow something that smells like cowardice.” The Slytherin boy held his wand up, its tip glowing red. Imelda Reyes followed behind him, her arms crossed and her chin tilted haughtily as she stared down Amit. There was a rivalry between Slytherin and Ravenclaw students that was absolutely vicious. It was an endless battle between ambitious cunning and studious wisdom.

“Cut it out, Ominis,” you said. “That was not even remotely funny.”

Next to Sebastian, Ominis Gaunt was your closest friend. “How would you know what fun means? You always laugh at Sebastian’s jokes,” Ominis countered.

“No, I don’t,” you huffed, looking at your feet, letting your hair fall in front of your face to conceal your blush from your friends, who grinned knowingly.

“You and Seb should just confess already,” complained Imelda as you all set in motion to reach class on time. “I mean, what is the harm? It is so obvious that you have feelings for each other. Did you know,” Imelda turned to you, raising an eyebrow, “that you said Sebastian’s name last evening when you fell asleep in the library? I wonder what you were dreaming about.” She winked conspiratorially at you. She was your best wingman – or rather wingwoman – but she had become a little too confident after she passed the tryouts for Puddlemere United. You were glad that she could pursue her passion after Hogwarts but desperately wished that she would tone down her matchmaking aspirations in the school halls where everyone could hear her.

“Really? She did say his name?” asked Ominis. “That is interesting. Then there must be something that you and Sebastian are not telling me.” You didn’t know what the future ministry officer walking next to you was insinuating, but when you saw his devilish smirk, you didn’t want to know. “Do you and Sebastian use telepathy to communicate, perhaps? Because he fell asleep about the same time as you in his bed and kept moaning.”

“Oh gosh!” You covered your red face with your hand, ignoring Ominis’s self-indulgent smile and Poppy and Imelda’s teasing as they exploded into laughter. However, you nodded when Amit mumbled that he would rather spend his time learning Gobbledegook than listening to mediocre innuendos.

Compared to you, Poppy and Amit were sure of what they were going to do. Poppy would become a caretaker for magical beasts, traveling around with an organization formed by the Ministry for the protection of said wonderful creatures. And Amit, who was even more obsessed with stars and the night sky than he was in his fifth year, would go abroad to Japan to study the constellation of the sky there and teach Astronomy at Mahoutokoro.

When your little group entered the Charms classroom, Professor Ronen greeted all of you enthusiastically. “Come on in, come on in! The final exam won’t wait for you to be ready, but you have to make sure that you are prepared instead!”

All of you took your resigned seats, meaning you went over to Sebastian, who was already waiting for you, waving as a charming, genuine smile adorned his features. You were so distracted by the cute freckles littering his face and his sharp features that had lost some baby fat that you only noticed the remnants of Floo Powder on his shoulders when you sat down next to him.

“Where have you been?” you asked worriedly, hoping he hadn’t given into his old habits and left the castle in search of danger. After Solomon’s death and Anne’s distant behavior, Sebastian scoured the wild, seeking out life-threatening situations to feel alive again. Often, you had to save his sorry ass and tell him that he was allowed to be happy, allowed to have a nurturing life. Although you taught him to live in the present and not in the past, the guilt he felt about Solomon’s death was still gnawing on his heart and soul. If it weren’t for you, Ominis, and the prospect of him and Anne reconciling, he would have given himself up and probably turned to the Dark Arts entirely.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured, knowing what you were thinking. “I helped Penny in your shop. Last night Fastidio caused his usual wreckage. But this time it was so bad that Penny asked if I could help her. So, I did and managed to return for Charms just in time.” You thanked him with a loving smile. Sebastian had become quite the handsome man and grown into his body; he towered over you easily when you sauntered through the halls together, and his broad shoulders shielded you from view when you walked behind him.

The lesson began, and Professor Ronen initiated the revision phase for your final exam.

Maybe Ominis was right, and you and Sebastian did possess some sort of telepathy. While Ronen went through the theory of the spells Depulso and Flipendo, Sebastian moved his knee to touch yours, scooting closer, arms brushing against each other. Indeed, you were helplessly and desperately in love with each other, but so far, little touches, teasing, light banter, and flirting had been enough to satisfy you. After all, you were still young and trying to define your identities. Also, both of you were hyper-independent. A defined relationship would only interfere with your preferences for a free, independent lifestyle. Besides, you saw each other in school every day. Which was about to change soon. Maybe being just friends wasn’t enough anymore…

“Alright, class!” Professor Ronen clasped his hands together. “I know how important it is that students work at their individual pace. And as a teacher, it is my duty to respect the heterogeneous student body. Therefore, feel free to use the rest of the lesson to learn alone, with a partner, or in groups. Whatever you prefer. You can study the theory of Flipendo or Depulso and practice the spells. You can stay inside the classroom or go outside to the hallway.” Professor Ronen’s fascinated and glowing expression turned into a serious one as he rubbed his hands together, staring at the class. In an ominous voice, he threatened, “But trust me when I say that you don’t want to know what consequences will follow if I see you slacking off.”

Most students formed groups and filed out of the classroom, practicing in the hallway. Sebastian and you stayed seated. Simple spells like Depulso and Flipendo were child’s play to you, and you pretended like you were reading about the theory in your books. Clearly, you were bored. Soon you heard the loud voices of your classmates echoing through the classroom and being carried over from the hallway as they commanded their wands to perform magic. Professor Ronen sat down at his desk and corrected tests.

“You know that already,” began Sebastian quietly, staring deep into your eyes, “but I am utterly grateful that you let me stay in your shop and live with you and Penny over the holidays these past years. It gave me a purpose and helped me to move forward. You helped me. I’m glad I only need to return to Feldcroft when I must.”

Sneakily, you glanced at Professor Ronen. He was immersed in his work and oblivious to your conversation. “You know I would do anything for you, Sebastian.” You squeezed his hand briefly before withdrawing it and placing it back on your book like an attentive student.

Nervously, Sebastian rubbed his neck. “Also, I just received confirmation from St Mungo’s Hospital. My apprenticeship as a healer will begin two months after graduation.”

You could barely conceal your excitement at the news. “That is wonderful, Seb!” You knew how much he wanted to become a healer.

“I know so much about healing and magical maladies already due to my excursions to the forbidden section of the library,” he commented and absentmindedly brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear. “I am unable to save Anne, but maybe I can help others that are in need. I want to use magic to nurture life… not destroy it. I have done the latter already, and I repent it deeply.” A shadow clouded his face.

“Seb, you will be a great healer. I just know,” you said softly, intertwining your fingers with his and not letting go this time. “But know that you cannot save everyone. I don’t want to see you succumb to your obsessions again.”

“I won’t. I promise.” Suddenly, he exhaled shakily. “Since we are already talking about obsessions, there is something I need to tell you.”

“What have you done?”

“Wha— Nothing!” He crossed his arms, letting go of your hand in the process, and sulked like a little child. But his expression became serious again as his hand ran through his hair and then scratched his arm nervously. Suddenly, he appeared to be insecure. You didn’t know Sebastian like that. Solicitously, he placed his hand on your thigh and you began to panic. Hastily, your head whipped around to Professor Ronen, but he was humming the school hymn while eating chocolate frogs and marking tests.

You breathed a sigh of relief and met Sebastian’s dark eyes, losing yourself in their depth.

“You are an obsession of mine, too,” Sebastian confessed. “And lately I have been wondering what would become of us after graduation. Honestly, I don’t want you to become an Auror. That job is dangerous. I am not invalidating or underestimating your abilities. I know what you are capable of, but the thought of you winding up hurt, lethally wounded even in St Mungo’s or dying… It kills me. I love you with all that I am. I want to live my life with you. You challenge me and help me to become the best version of myself. I am irrevocably enticed and consumed by you—”

Sebastian’s heartfelt speech was interrupted when an agitated Amit burst into the classroom and yelled, “Professor Ronen, quick! Garreth Weasley went too hard on the Depulso charm and catapulted Everett Clopton down the stairs, who then collided with Leander Prewett. They are unconscious!”

“Oh goodness!” Professor Ronen swallowed a chocolate frog hastily, hurrying out of the class with Amit. The other students left the room and followed curiously.

“Only at Hogwarts…” mumbled Sebastian next to you, shaking his head. “Can you hear Ominis’s malicious cackling, too? He is going to have a field trip with this. He never liked Prewett.”

You did, but right now you didn’t care. If there was one thing you learned from fighting poachers and dark wizards, it was that you should always use a distraction to your advantage, whether it was caused by extraneous forces or yourself. You grabbed Sebastian’s cheeks, connecting your lips with his. Funny enough, he was not in the least taken aback. He just went along with it, and honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way because that was a typical Sebastian reaction. One of his hands cradled your head, and the other wandered to your lower back. As your lips moved in synch to the symphony of your beating hearts, finally performing what they have been destined to do all along, you knew exactly which occupation you would exercise in the future.

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