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aureliayaxley · 4 months

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'Cause we are living in a material world And I am a material girl

Basic Information

Character name: Aurelia Theodosia Wilkes Yaxley Age & Birthday: 23 & July 26th Gender & Pronouns: Cisfemale & She/her Occupation: Socialite Blood status: Pureblood Previous house: Attended Beauxbatons Previous Affiliation: Neutral but Death Eater leaning Face claim: Nicola Peltz Positive; Charming, Intelligent, Well-Bred, Witty Negative: Cruel, Fickle, Manipulative, Spoiled

CHARACTER SUMMARY:

Murder TW, miscarriage TW

Aurelia Theodosia Wilkes was born on a particularly hot day after three days of labor to Adeline Wilkes, a former model and socialite, and Zephyr Wilkes, a barrister who ran his own firm. Zephyr had his heir in their son Ambrose, and Adeline was overjoyed to have a perfect doll to mold into her image. While the Wilkes family wasn’t a part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, their family could trace their lineage for generations and were well respected amongst Pureblood society. Zephyr was the most popular barrister in Pureblood society, and Adeline was well respected for her charitable donations and for knowing the right people. Hailing from France, Adeline insisted that the family split their time between England and France, allowing the Wilkes children to have friends in both England and France. On the outside, it seemed that Adeline and Zephyr were madly in love but the reality inside of their Kensington townhouse was quite different. When the couple wasn’t fighting, they gave each other the silent treatment, leaving the children to act as messengers to the other parent. It was confusing for Aurelia to see her parents act so loving in public, but then to be so cold at home.

Despite the tension at home, or perhaps because of it, Aurelia and her brother were spoiled by their parents. Both Zephyr and Adeline wanted to be the favorite, and they used their wealth to lavish the children with gifts. Nothing was ever too good for the Wilkes children, and they were often among the most well-dressed children at events, and they always seemed to have the newest thing. From the moment that Aurelia could talk and walk, Adeline began preparing her for a future as a Pureblood wife. The Wilkes dreamed of marrying Aurelia to a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Aurelia was already beautiful, but Adeline wanted to ensure that she was just as well brought up as the likes of the Blacks and Lestranges, so she would spend hours drilling Aurelia on how to be a proper lady. It was boring work, and Aurelia often wished that she could be playing with her brother instead, but rebellion wasn’t something that she thought was an option. And why would she want to rebel when her mother always ended their lessons with a new pretty dress or trinket?

When the time came for Aurelia to start her magical schooling, it was decided that Aurelia would attend Beauxbatons like her mother, while Ambrose attended Hogwarts. Adeline had always wanted her daughter to attend Beauxbatons because she believed that the school in France was more refined than Hogwarts. Alongside her daily courses in magic, the students at Beauxbatons went through a rigorous fine arts curriculum of art, dancing, and social graces. She missed her brother, but she thrived at Beauxbatons, taking charge of the girls in her year, she rose to the top of the hierarchy and she enjoyed ruling the girls She would often show off the trinkets that her parents sent her and give them to the other students to gain favor and to buy their loyalty, the way that her parents had always done with her and her brother.

On her seventeenth birthday, her parents announced that she was betrothed to Maximilian Yaxley. He was a few years older than her, and his family was wealthy, a part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, and a perfectly good match for her. Aurelia had long accepted the fact that her parents would choose her husband for her, and she recognized that he was perfectly fine. But Aurelia had not told her parents or her brother that she had secretly been seeing a Beauxbatons student named Éliott, a halfblood student who came from a middle-class family. She knew deep down that things could never work out, and she was too spoiled to ever be content married to Éliott and that she was simply having fun with him. The announcement of her betrothal caused panic because she realized that the rest of her life had already been planned out for her and she had no say in what was to come. Aurelia caused a bit of a scandal when she graduated from Beauxbatons and refused to come home. Adeline Wilkes had to come to Paris and drag her back home to England and her wedding.

She married Maximilian despite her little rebellion and she settled into the role of a Pureblood wife, putting the drama of her romance with Êliott behind her. The nature of her husband's allegiance to the Dark Lord was kept from her until she discovered his robes and mask. It wasn’t a surprise, she had known that her father and brother had joined the cause, but somehow knowing that her husband was involved left her worried. What would happen to her if he got caught, especially when she realized that she was pregnant? The thought of having to fend for herself because her husband got caught, especially when it became evident that their side might not be the winning side after all. It was stressful but somehow brought her and Maximilian to an understanding. It might not have been love, but they had a companionship and things were comfortable. She had their first child, a daughter that they named Noêmie, and hoped that eventually, they would have a son as well.

Shortly before the Dark Lord fell Aurelia’s world fell apart. She was pregnant again, and they were hopeful that it was the son that they had dreamed of. One night in February, her mother came to her home hysterical, telling herself and Maximilian that her father had been arrested by the Aurors and their townhouse had been ransacked. Aurelia was hysterical, and Maximilian jumped into action to try to find out what the charges were. It turned out that her father had been caught murdering someone at the Dark Lord’s bidding, and he was facing life in Azkaban without the ability of parole. The news that the famous and respected barrister had been a Death Eater and a murderer was all over the Daily Prophet, and the Wilkes name was tarnished. Ambrose was under suspicion because of their father’s conviction and her mother lost their townhouse, forcing her to move in with Aurelia and Maximilian. That February became even worse when she miscarried, leaving her even more devastated.

When the Dark Lord fell, Aurelia was partially relieved, after everything had happened with her father she didn’t want to lose her husband or brother too. She hoped that things would settle down, and they could go on with their lives, even though they were all devastated at the loss of what could have been. With every day, Aurelia worries that the Aurors will come for her husband or her brother and that they will join her father in Azkaban, but on the outside, she is trying terribly to act like everything is okay and nothing is the matter. On Christmas morning Aurelia gave birth to a son, Laurent, and she is hopeful that maybe things are going to turn out okay.

#( biography )#riddikulus;intro

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 4 months

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CW: Homophobia and Misogyny.

The Black Empire always had an heir. Someone to rightfully take the Company's leadership. The rightful owner of everything. President and Master of all the Empire.

Heirs were always found in the Black Blood. Pollux Black was the heir of his time, winning his cousin Artucus for being older, having more money and power. And when his father died, he became the owner of everything only at 26.

Cygnus Black, Pollux's first, was expected to take his place. He had done everything right. Got top marks in school, got top marks in Uni. He married a rich girl from an important French family. He was his father's rightful hand. But he failed in one thing: He wasn't capable of giving Pollux a male heir. Three beautiful daughters, he had. And he adored them. But they would have to grow up and marry some blokes. And their children would have other name. They couldn't be the heirs simply because the family company could not belong to another family. The Lestranges? The Malfoys? They were all after it. Shame Bellatrix wasn't a boy. She had the intelligence and the interest.

Alphard Black, Pollux's second, was a complete disappointment. He didn't want to marry. He refused to establish a family, give his father some heirs. He also was not interested in the company as he should. He lived to party and travel. He was a lazy man. Pollux got even more disappointed when Alphard died single and childless. All that he left were secrets. He turned out to be a homosexual. And his name was never mentioned by his father again.

It was a surprise and hope that his younger daughter, Walburga, got pregnant at nineteen. At first, it was a disappointment. She had no use for the company. Pollux wanted to send her away to marry someone important to make business with. But the pregnancy stopped those plans. Pollux was furious, willing to get rid of the unwanted child and then send Walburga to some convent. But then Pollux discovered the baby was Orion's. His cousin's only male. The incentuous surprise gave Pollux hope. The baby to arrive would be pure Black. Black-Black. And that was perfect for an heir. He only hoped it was a boy.

Orion and Walburga got married and pleased Pollux giving him not only one. But two male heirs. That gave them points. They only had to raise them to be the best. Perfect for a leader, intelligent for business and gallant to marry well and breed children.

As the boys grew, their parents noticed the eldest would be perfect for the job. Sirius had a tough temper, he was an extrovert, sure of himself, flirtatious and very intelligent. The problem was he was too rebellious. He became Orion's favorite. Orion wanted to please his Uncle and have the company to himself. So when he had to be strict and harsh with his punishments, he was. He wanted to turn Sirius into a tough man.

He taught him how to be strong, to not show emotions, to fight, to drink and how to treat women. The problem was that Sirius spent a lot of time with Alphard. And Orion suspected he would be a bad influence for his son. He was turning his son into a faggot like himself.

On the other hand, Regulus, became his mother's favorite. He was the opposite of his brother. He was shy, insecure and soft. Orion blamed Walburga of turning her son into a puffy softy boy. Rumors around the family said Regulus would turn out to be a fag. So of course, he wasn't considered to be the heir. Though Walburga wanted him for it, always making Sirius look bad, Regulus didn't show the strength his grandfather wanted.

That was until Sirius ran away. It was after a strong discussion with his parents that he said he had had enough. After that, he developed strong feelings for a boy, his best friend, Remus Lupin. Orion expected Sirius to come back and take his place, after all, he thought he was only ina rebellious phase he would come out of.

Meanwhile, Walburga wanted for Regulus to take his brother's place. But Regulus didn't want to. He grew up to hate his pretentious family. That was until Regulus found out what his father wanted to do to his brother. (manipulative him and leave him with nothing so he can beg to come back).

Everyone underestimated little Reggie. But he planned to be the perfect new Heir everyone was expecting. He surprised Orion, he surprised Walburga and the rest of the family. Sirius thought his brother had been manipulated into becoming what they had expected from him, and that made him angry and sad.

But in reality it was all Regulus's plan to protect Sirius from the family. And also uncover the nasty and illegal things his father had been doing. Regulus turned out to be a spy against them. And he became a hero.

#My headcanon about the Black Family and the issue with the heir #They are very misogynistic and homophobic #I love their Lore though they are so interesting #marauders #maraudersera #marauders headcanon #the black family #the black heir #pollux black #cygnus black #bellatrix black #andromeda black #narcissa black #alphard black #orion black #walburga black #sirius black #regulus black

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inlumenhq · 1 year

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Alecto Macnair, 27, Slytherin alum, Florence Pugh fc, TAKEN.

Birthday: June 3 Gender & Pronouns: Cis-female, she/her Occupation: Owner of Banshee’s Breath Pub in knockturn alley Sided with: the DE’s, marked

personality

Positive Traits: Adventurous, energetic, loyal, observant, colorful Negative Traits: Boisterous, erratic, fiery, impulsive, pugnacious

past

Alecto wasn’t a planned or wanted child. They were a surprise addition to the heir that the Carrow’s needed. This would have frustrated Alecto more if Amycus hadn’t technically been the older child, and would have always been the heir. In actual fact, the whole situation enabled Alecto to live a rather chaotic, and enjoyable life. Of course, Alecto’s mother tried to tame them, seeing Alecto as a way of marrying into a respectable family and knowing the qualities that would prove successful. But Alecto was untamable. Their mother had practically given up by the time the twins got to Hogwarts. They had quite an unruly and chaotic reputation, and that was not going to change.

Alecto didn’t immediately look for a job after graduating, managing to manipulate their father into buying an empty storefront in Kncokturn Alley. Alecto may not have been great with magic but they were able to manipulate people into dedicating their time to them. The storefront has been paid off, just waiting for Alecto to decide what to do with it.

present

The last thing on Alecto’s mind had been finding a spouse. But Walden Macnair was someone that they had just clicked with. As a pair, they have made a lethal combination within the Dark Lord’s' forces. Whilst Alecto had initially taken the mark just for the chaos it would enable them to have, they quickly found themselves falling in place alongside Walden and Bellatrix in pairings to do the Dark Lord biddings. For a person that had been born unwanted, it feels good to be up there on the top.

connections

Walden Macnair - The marriage was a setup that no one in the pureblood community would have expected to balance out. Walden has proven to be a doting spouse and hides an intensity that can match Alecto’s. They make a great pair and have proven to be one of the stronger forces in the Dark Lord’s cause.

Bellatrix Lestrange - Bellatrix has taken Alecto under their wing, determined to mold the younger death eater into their prodigy. The pair is pretty lethal, balancing out each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

Artemisia Selwyn - Despite not being in the same year or house at Hogwarts, Alecto and Artemisia have been best friends since they were little. They were as inseparable as the Carrow twins were. Of course, that has all changed now. Alecto has pulled away a little, not because they truly want to but because it’s expected that they will. The Dark Lord used Artemisia as a warning and Alecto cannot pity them for that reason.

Bios and posts that reference Alecto Macnair can be found by clicking this sentence.

suggested fc’s

Anya Taylor Joy, Eleanor Tomlinson, Florence Pugh

#Alecto Carrow #Alecto Macnair #con. walden #con. bellatrix #con. artemisia #de #c #taken #de: t

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dracowars · 3 years

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LOVED YOUR TOM RIDDLE. Can I please request a arranged marriage au where yn is in love with him but he hates her so when she decides to let him go or someone else wants to marry her, Tom finally realises he’s in love with her. happ ending :))))

my heart belongs to you | tom riddle

pairing: tom x black!reader

word count: 3,3k

summary: where tom and y/n are in an arranged marriage

a/n: i'm so sorry for being so inactive recently, uni is taking its toll on me.. i had to do a bit of research for this one and also tom is a pureblood here!

warnings: toxic relationship, violence

universe: harry potter

“Get out of my sight, will you?”, he angrily snaps at you out of nowhere, for the third time already on this still very early day. Furiously, he stomps past you, pushing you to the side harshly, the filled glasses on your tray swaying dangerously. Knowing that you should just leave him alone, you stand there completely frozen at the door, still feeling the breeze on your skin after he stormed past you.

The glasses clink on the serving tray as you try to keep your trembling hands under control, but you terribly fail while tears shoot into your eyes. A lump forms in your throat and you gasp in desperation, losing your composure after hearing the front door slam shut.

Slowly, you slump down and therefore with a loud rattle let happen what could have been foreseen already: a thousand shattered pieces of glass scattered across the floor around you while you cower against the wall, your elegant dress pulled over your knees, your forehead leaning against it. Heavy sobs rock through your body and tears find their way down your cheeks, dripping from your chin onto the expensive fabric of your dress.

You just wanted to spend some time with him. Together, in the house of your parents, who went on a daily trip with their close friends early in the morning, all part of the most notorious popular pureblood families in the wizarding world – the Nott’s, the Macmillan’s, the Malfoy’s, the Lestrange’s. And if his parents were still alive, probably with the Riddle’s as well.

This is primarily the reason why you even are in this position right now; crying and huddled in the living room because your fiancé hates you profoundly.

After graduating from Hogwarts last year, the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you, descendant of the pureblood Black family, got engaged to Tom Marvolo Riddle, the last living heir of the Riddle’s. He would offer you a good future, they said, and you would never have to worry about anything again.

But nobody knows that in reality, your own beloved fiancé really does not want to have anything to do with you. He does not even want to stay in the same room as you.

You can’t explain why he acts like this towards you. You do not know why he harbors such an abysmal hatred for you and any clear-headed, rational person would have done something about it long ago. Unfortunately for you, you feel the exact opposite for him.

Your heart belongs to him and only to him.

You have liked him since you first met him at Hogwarts, back in 1938, when the two of you were sorted into the Slytherin house. This initial friendly liking has quickly evolved into something more than that over the years and lead you to where you are now, at a point where you would have never seen yourself back then.

You have already tried everything to convince him that you are not as bad as he seems to think. Every morning you bring him his breakfast, you give him everything he needs. Even when you were still at Hogwarts, you always looked after him, finished his homework for him when he was too busy to do it by himself, and helped him pass all of his exams.

And not once did you hear a thank you. Not then and not now either.

Slowly gathering your thoughts together again, you rub the long sleeves of your velvet dress over your damp face, wiping away all of your tears before you get up on shaky legs and begin to clean up the mess that you have created. After you went back to the kitchen with the broken pieces and some injuries on your hands, your gaze longingly slides out the window.

Outside, the sun stands high over the magnificent garden of the mansion, making the clear water in the fountain shimmer in its bright light. A gentle breeze blows through the air and rustles through the perfectly cut trees that line a small path through the garden.

The loud, excited voices that suddenly roar through the house snap you out of your daydream and you quickly wipe the blood from your fingers before you step into the huge marble entrance hall. You arrive at the front door just in time to open it for your parents, who, to your surprise, did not come back alone. You are amazed to find not too familiar faces in front of you as they climb up the stairs to the door where you are still standing.

“And that has to be Y/N. Oh, how you have grown!”, an older man smiles friendly at you and you return his smile with a certain uncertainty in your face.

“Darling, we brought guests over for dinner today. You surely remember the Lestranges?”, your father announces happily and only now do the faces that you have seen at numerous balls and celebrations seem familiar again. Especially one.

“Reinhard?”, you ask in amazement when you spot him standing behind his parents, a big smile on his face when he sees you.

“Y/N, how nice to see you again”, he grins, carefully pushing his way past your parents in order to slightly bow venerably to you, taking your hand in his to place a kiss on the back of it. “It has been some time.”

“I am sure you have a lot to tell each other”, your mother mentions in a sweet voice, but before she can continue, she watches how your facial expression changes from one second to the other as you look past them, out into the yard.

Next to the carriage with which they have returned, Tom is standing now, petting one of the splendid noble white horses before he joins all of you.

“Tom! There you are, I was already wondering where you went”, your father says, visibly pleased when he too spotted his future son-in-law, drawing everyone’s attention to him.

“Reinhard?”

“Tom?”

Within a few seconds, the two former best friends lay in each other’s arms, obviously happy to finally see the other again.

“Let us go inside. We want to show you our newest masterpiece of art in our wonderful collection, come on”, your mother announces happily and leads the Lestranges inside, but not without turning around to you once more. “The children can catch up on what they have missed.”

“I can’t believe it! You are really here, Tom. Man, you look even better than at Hogwarts”, Reinhard laughs, playfully pushing Tom to the side while you watch them in silence. “What are you doing here with the Blacks?”

“They kindly took me in”, Tom lies to him and for a moment you think he threw you a glance out of the corner of his eyes after uttering these words. His statement makes Reinhard realize that you were still there with them, who had apparently completely forgotten that you were even there.

“I am so happy to see you again, Y/N!”, he grins and takes a step closer to you, probably to be able to take a closer look at you. “Still just as beautiful as I imagined. And just as smart, I guess?”

Reinhard’s sudden compliments make you blush and your cheeks glow, which is why you nervously avert your gaze from him, directly falling on Tom, who looks at the scene in front of him with incredible resentment.

Unlike Tom, Reinhard was always there for you. You spent a lot of time together in your school days and if your parents had known about your close friendship, you are sure that he would have been your fiancé by now. Which, to be honest, does not sound bad anymore right now.

And yet your heart still belongs to Tom.

When you all sit together at dinner later in the evening, where your parents are talking about irrelevant things like Ministry of Magic, you keep making eye contact with Reinhard, who seems to be staring at you.

“Is there something on my face?”, you ask uncertainly and put your glass back on the table when you can no longer bear his piercing gaze.

“No, no, not at all. I was just wondering how a beautiful witch like you could have become so much more stunning”, Reinhard winks at you, causing you to swallow hard. You are not used to getting compliments, especially not from a handsome young man like him. Before you can answer to him, however, there is a loud clink and you startle, your eyes immediately fixed on the cause of the noise.

The glass, which you have certainly placed far away from the edge, is now lying in your lap, the little liquid that was still inside now spread over your elegant evening gown. You move your chair back in shock when, in the corner of your eye, you see how Tom puts away his wand. And not only did you notice Tom just now, but the rest of them follow your gaze.

“Tom, darling, how about you tell our guests how you and our daughter got to know each other”, your mother suddenly prompts him, not even realizing that he has just deliberately spilled your drink on you. But why did he in the first place?

„I would love to“, Tom puts on a really believable smile that no one but you questions and starts telling them how you met and fell in love with each other. He tells one lie after another, explaining the web of lies that you have spun around you over time to make your relationship as credible as possible, at least in front of other people. And suddenly nobody cares about you or your still soaking wet dress anymore.

“What a wonderful story”, Mrs. Lestrange applauds and everyone else seems to be completely enthusiastic about Tom’s fairytale. To top it off, he then reaches across the table to take your hand in his, just like a real affectionate couple would do.

You lower your gaze as he gently strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, trying your best to not show how uncomfortable you are. Oh, how much you wish that this were real, that Tom would actually treat you like this when you are alone, the same way as he does in front of your parents.

But he does not and deep down you know that he will never do.

“So, you are engaged?”, Reinhard scrutinizes the statement of his former best friend, his eyes focused on you suspiciously, as if he is expecting an answer from you and not from Tom. A slight pressure on your hand makes you flinch and look up.

“Y-Yes”, you force a smile onto your lips, whereupon Tom seems satisfied with your answer, letting go of your hand again with a - what seemed to you like a – disgusted expression on his face.

An uncomfortable silence spreads between the three of you, which is drowned out by the loud conversation of the adults on the other side of the table. Finally, making up your mind, you clear your throat loudly and get up from your chair, gaining everyone’s attention in a matter of seconds.

“Excuse me, I have to go freshen up for a moment”, you explain with a slight polite bow before turning away to leave the dining room.

“Reinhard, would you be so kind and help Y/N”, Mr. Lestrange asks his son, who stands up with furrowed brows, apparently just as surprised about this sudden request as you, but then follows you out into the hallway with no further objection.

“I really do not need any help, thank you”, you try to get rid of him as you walk up the large staircase leading to the first floor together, only wanting to be alone.

“Dinner like these are totally boring anyway”, he chuckles softly and shows no intentions of leaving your side any time soon, which is why you do not even try to search for further arguments. He follows you to your room where you are able to tear yourself away from him to put on a new dress while he waits outside in front of the door.

With an equally elegant burgundy red dress you step out of your room after a few minutes, Reinhard’s eyes greeting you with a sparkle.

“Wow”, he breathes out barely audible and takes you hand without asking to swirl you around, causing your dress to fly around gorgeously. Unintentionally, warmth rises in your face again and your hearts makes a barely noticeable jump inside your chest when he looks deep into your eyes after catching you back in his arms.

The loud clearing of a throat behind you makes you turn around in shock, only to see that Tom himself is now standing at the end of the corridor, not seeming very enthusiastic.

“We did not see you there, Tom”, Reinhard disguises his obvious nervousness with a laugh, acting like Tom had just caught you in doing something he should not have seen. Tom, however, does not even react to his words, but looks past Reinhard at you, his eyebrows raised meaningfully.

But when you do not move under his piercing gaze, his facial expression changes and he quickly approaches you, Reinhard instinctively pushing you behind him so that you can only see Tom approaching further over his shoulder. Before neither you nor Reinhard can say or do anything, Tom has already pulled out his wand and aims it directly at Reinhard, who flies back through the air only a few seconds later, hitting the hard marble floor at the end of the corridor with a thud.

“What the-?!”

“Come with me”, Tom orders, now standing directly in front of you. When you stubbornly refuse, he suddenly grabs your wrist to pull you away from there. No matter how much you fight against his firm grip, you cannot tear yourself away from him as he pulls you into the closest room, which turns out to be the library.

Once there, you can finally free yourself from his tight grip, but before you can reach for the doorknob to leave immediately, he locks the door with a spell. Angrily, you turn to him, despair written all over your stunning face.

“What is this supposed to be, Tom? Let me out of here, now!”, you command him in a loud voice, not caring if anybody can hear.

“What did he want from you?”, he asks you urgently and steps closer to you. Since the door is in your back, every possible escape route is blocked, and you are caught.

“We just talked to each other, you know. Like normal people do”, you answer irritably and cross your arms in front of your chest, not in the mood to justify yourself, especially not in front of someone who does not care about you at all and not after what he has done.

“But that did not look like it.”

“Tom, stop it.”

“You belong to me and nobody else!”

These words coming out of his mouth echo loudly through the dark library, his face wrapped in an eerie candlelight. Before you can even control yourself and fully process what he said, you severely slap him.

Frightened by your own horrible deed, you immediately pull your hand away, your gaze filled with fear, but the anger that keeps building up inside of you winning the upper hand after all.

“How dare you call me your property?!”, you scream in rage and tears form in your eyes because of your uncontrollable anger. However, Tom needs a moment to collect his thoughts after your heavy smack before he can answer you.

“You are my fiancé”, he spits out coldly, a touch of shock in his voice, apparently not expecting you to react like this.

“And that does not make me nowhere near your property! You never treat me like your fiancé anyway, so why now all of a sudden?!”, you bicker at him, your voice loud and constant, even though you would like to flee from this situation right away if you were able to.

But Tom does not have an answer.

“Fine, okay. If you have nothing to say to me, like you never have, then I will go back now and ask my parents to end this damn failed engagement and engage me with someone else who truly cares for me!”

Suddenly, without letting you time to catch your breath after your outburst, he presses you with your back against the door completely, his hands tightly grabbing your wrists, a little too tight for your personal liking.

“You mustn’t do that”, he softly whispers, his head lowered as if he does not dare to look you in the eyes.

“What is stopping me?”, you hiss, still full of anger and – probably for the very first time – hatred towards him.

But when you feel his lips on yours all of a sudden, all of these emotions evaporate and all that remains is your racing heartbeat, which is being repaired at this very moment. You never would have thought that at some point in your life the moment would come when Tom Marvolo Riddle, who absolutely loathes his fiancé, kisses you.

After kissing you, he looks straight into your eyes, and the Tom you met in 1938 is standing in front of you again. The Tom you fell so deeply in love with.

“I can’t explain it to you”, he finally breaks the silence, his gaze directed to the floor as he moves away from you, giving you enough space to breathe regularly again. You, however, do not say anything but just stare at him.

“I was not aware that I am capable of feeling such feelings for someone. I am unfamiliar with this feeling and I did not know how to deal with it, Y/N. I treated you badly because I did not want it to be true, I did not want to accept it. I could not imagine having feelings for the little nuisance that has always been running after me”, Tom explains, choosing each and every single word very carefully, trying to put his emotions into words which does not really work the way he would like it to. But that is how you know him. You know that this confession must be extremely difficult for him, but you can’t help but feel a sense of relief inside of you.

“When?”, you ask and manage, with this tiny little word, to make him look up at you. “When did you know?”

“Since I have been here. You served me every day and took care of me, even though I wanted to push you away from me with all of my might. You have already helped me so many times in the past without me even asking, you have always accepted me for who I am”, he desperately tries to but his feelings into words, asking himself what he is even doing right now.

“Tom..”

“No, I have to sincerely apologize to you. I had no right to treat you the way I did. And also today.. when I saw you with him and how well you got along, it finally became clear to me. Reinhard has felt something for you since our school days, I know that even though I could never understand, but now I do. I understand why he fell in love with you”, Tom continues without breathing, pouring out all of his feelings that he has hidden for so long.

“I understand if you want to dissolve this engagement and I will not stop you if that is what you want”, he quickly adds, looking at you with desperation in his eyes. He already prepares himself for the worst when you are the one getting closer to him this time.

“Idiot”, you smile slightly and place a gentle kiss on his lips while he looks at you puzzled. “I love you, I thought you knew that.”

“I know, but-“

“But nothing”, you interrupt him and take his hand to lead it to your fast pounding heart. “It always belonged to you.”

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Dramione - Bonding Magic/Soulmate/Creature!Fics

These are some of my favorite tropes. I’ve put this list together so I can keep up with what i’ve read and can give the link to others. Some of these stories are older and may be OOC. As always check tags before you start reading. In no particular order.

A Certain Step by Darkrivertempest

Frustrated with the Minister for Magic and in possession of two left feet, Hermione is forced to take dance lessons. Under her instructors, she not only learns to move with grace, but gets more than she bargained for in the process.

Shifted by hiccupfound

Three years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Voldemort has gone deep into hiding behind the protection of the remaining Death Eaters. The few surviving Order Members are given one Death Eater to assassinate to draw Voldemort out for the Final Battle. Ginny is given Bellatrix Lestrange, Harry takes Antonin Dolohov.

Hermione has Draco Malfoy.

All that is Rare by smithandbarrowman

In the wizarding world, it has long been assumed that men are Alphas and women are Omegas. However, when Hermione Granger discovers that assumptions are rarely factual, her status as one of only a handful of female alphas that has ever existed has men falling at her feet.

But there’s only one man she wants, and like the male alphas before her, the hunt is on until he bears her mark.

A Thing With[out] Feathers by senlinyu

Hermione is determined to have her cake and eat it too. Since arriving at the Ministry, she’s been on an unswerving path to the top. When a workplace accident leaves her with Veela wings attached to her back, her plans are derailed. Why is this happening to her? And why is Draco so interested?

All You Want by senlinyu

Eighth Year at Hogwarts was supposed to be Hermione’s. And it is, just not in the way she expects.

Before the Veela Breaks You by Lostinthenightrain

A year since the war and nothing is the same. Draco Malfoy finds himself fighting a beast within him - awakened after the war. His heritage coming alive and wanting the one thing he cannot have - a muggle born Witch who has every reason to hate him for all eternity. Not that he wants her... but she may be his only saving grace in the darkness.

The Binding by Curly_Kay

“Okay, what we know so far.” Hermione listed, "One, our magic is drawing us together. Two, we can use each other’s wands. Three, there were actual sparks when you touched me."

After an infant binding ritual magically joins Hermione and Draco to counteract the Black family blood curse, they must navigate the secret binding through their years together at Hogwarts.

Let There Be No More Curse by lexiatel

100 years ago, The Malfoy Heirs were cursed by only enabling them to provide just one heir for each generation after. That is until two people fool around, after having consumed too much alcohol.

Bonds to Endure by Amebb42

The Battle of Hogwarts goes awry for both sides. The Death Eaters take prisoners, including Hermione Granger. As punishment for Narcissa's betrayal and Draco's failures, Voldemort forces Draco to marry Potter's mudblood, ruining the Malfoy's pureblood line.

There are sides to choose, escapes to be made, old and new relationships to work through, ancient magic to rebirth, new magic to create, and a war to win.

Lovesick by sweetestsorrows (katschako)

After his ruts become too much to bear alone, Draco resigns himself to finding a rut assistant—an omega who will offer aid him twice yearly, when he cannot prevent the cycle any longer. It's meant to be a business arrangement, organised by the most highly rated clinic in the country. He doesn't realise just how intimate it can be to spend a rut with an omega and, even though he's warned of it ahead of time, he finds himself becoming attached.

The only problem? His omega has a past of her own, reasons for keeping him at a distance. Whether or not a connection exists between them, Hermione is unwilling to even entertain the idea of anything more than a professional relationship. However, in spite it all, Draco remains undeterred.

What will happen when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?

Bonded by Ahimadala

Draco Malfoy had always known that he was going to be an Alpha, like his father and his father's father. What he didn't know was that the day Hermione was tortured under his eyes, something never seen before in the magical world happened: their magic created a bond.

Being an omega was a rare privilege among young purebloods girls. The gene was disappearing even in the oldest and purest families. So how was it possible for that trait to show up in a muggleborn girl?

Blood Rights by uselessenglishmajor

“There has not been a Malfoy who has been unwed past the age of twenty-five for more than sixteen generations.”

Hermione Granger—renowned lawyer in the defense of magical creatures, scourge of the Ministry, and unrepentant virgin—is about to take on the case of a lifetime.

Damn Your Love, Damn Your Lies by AdAsttra

Draco's a Veela, Hermione is his mate. The only problem is that he hates her.

A Season For Setting Fires by mightbewriting

Torture smells like spring.

Like daffodils and tulips and snowdrops. Like the bouquets brought inside from the manor gardens to lend their life to cold stone walls that house criminals. Easter mixed with madness makes sense in this twisted landscape; Draco’s only chance at survival is to endure it. He knows this. But that doesn’t quell the twitching in his calves, the flexing in his fingers.

Granger lifts her hand off the floor and Draco nearly loses his lunch, stomach churning as he watches her extend her arm, reaching through the translucent cord, reaching towards him. He tries to blink it away, blink blink blink, but both she and the cord are stubborn, persistent things.

The Armistice Act by rainsrabble

The next generation will be half blood or not at all. An over-reaching marriage law is passed.

Safe Home by khakis

“Speaking of things that I wouldn’t ask of you if it weren’t vitally important to how we want to proceed with this investigation…” Harry trailed off, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose in a familiar gesture. After a long moment, he opened his eyes. “The house is a two bedroom,” he said, as if that explained anything.

Hermione just watched him, her pulse suddenly racing. Her subconscious was making a panicked sort of squawking parrot noise, having figured out something essential that her sleepless brain hadn’t yet come to grips with.

“Hermione,” Harry said. “Malfoy is going to the safe house, too.”

Something in the Water by tasteoftheforbidden, venus woman and giant saurian (grayglube)

There must’ve been something in the water. There had to be! Because no way in hell were they biologically, chemically, and physically compatible.

There was just no fucking way.

Bond by HalfwayThrough

Years into the war, Hermione is trapped for an entire night between a broken wand and a Death Eater. She leaves tangled in a web of strange bonding magic and lycanthrope that blurs reality and makes her second guess everything.

Devotion of the Heart by sweetestsorrows (katschako)

From the moment Draco met Hermione, they were inseparable. A fondness and preference for one another during childhood bloomed into a love most devout. Once Draco presented as an Alpha, one thing became apparent: Hermione was his mate. He would find happiness with no other. Yet, despite a certain, unspoken understanding between them of a future together, the circumstances of her birth threatened to tear them apart...

For what is true love against the machinations of a scheming father, one who holds their entire future in his hands?

The Sacrifices We Make by LR_Earl

After Harry Potter falls in the final Battle, a desperate Order of the Phoenix needs Draco Malfoy's pack of werewolves to defeat Voldemort. Hermione plans to offer the reclusive Alpha the one thing he can't refuse: a child of his own. But sometimes we find ourselves in the sacrifices we make.

Need by melanoradrood

It's the screams that catch him. The screams he can't escape. The screams that follow him, rip at him, tear apart his very soul and soak into his bones. It's the screams that keep him awake at night.

It's the screams that make him think he is going mad.

He's determined to avoid getting killed, to make the most of his second chance. But he has to find the screams, to prove to himself he's sane. And in doing so, maybe he'll figure out why Hermione Granger looks like she's as mad as he is.

Wishbone by ScornedScarlet

"Can you hear my thoughts?" Draco's head snapped up when she asked this. Was she hearing his too? "Yes," she replied. She gulped. "We broke the Wishbone." Draco was speechless. Luckily, he didn't need to speak for Granger to answer his question. "We're in each other's minds now. Are you happy?"

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Draco Malfoy has been forced into hiding due to his failed attempt at killing Albus Dumbledore. There is a bounty on his head from both sides. In an attempt to better aid the Horcrux hunt Hermione seeks out a magical artifact that will grant her infinite wisdom. An unfortunate meeting during Dumbledore's funeral derails her plan by leaving Hermione and Draco bound together by each other's thoughts and minds. While overcoming each other's prejudices and pasts, the two must secretly work together to mitigate/break the bond as the Second Wizarding War wages on around them. Post HBP AU, Wartime.

The Silvery Light of the Amber Moon by Ghastly_lemons

Draco Malfoy has had a hard few years, forcing him to rethink a great deal about what he believed. One night when his father comes to him to celebrate what he sees as a wonderful plan, Draco realises that he has no time at all to stop it.

Phoenix Rising by Peanutbuttertoast

During Fifth Year, Hermione's magic becomes unstable and Harry discovers the Dark Lords secret. As Hermione learns hidden truths of her family's past, secrets abound all around. Hermione must deal with her past, present and future all the while trying to adjust to her new powers and the reality of finding her perfect mate. A mate chosen by Prophecy.

Push by SeptimaBode

There's a thin line between love, hate, and accidents...all it took was a little push.

Blood Traitor by Zalia84

Draco Malfoy has been living a lie to protect the girl he loves. He has inherited the Veela gene and on his next birthday he will become the first male Veela for three hundred years.

The Reluctant Veela by sapphirephoenix

Draco Malfoy has come into his father's Veela legacy, and is fighting it at every turn. The Fates aren't giving him an inch though, and neither is Hermione Granger, his destined mate!

Stripped Bare by Kittenshift17

Dragged to Malfoy Manor, Hermione is tortured for information on Harry's whereabouts. When the Cruciatus curse proves useless, Bellatrix settles on a heinous course of action to loosen her tongue. Forced to come together under threat of death, Draco and Hermione are about to learn there is more to their relationship than hatred.

Addicted to You by Kittenshift17

An act of kismet whilst herb gathering sees Hermione interacting with an unknown werewolf. When he bites her while she is in her animagus form, he sets into motion a twisted destiny that binds them together as mates. With Remus and Sirius there to help her through, Hermione's biggest worry is finding out the identity of the werewolf who marked her.

The Deal by Snowflake_Dazzle

In order to win the war, Hermione strikes a deal with Draco Malfoy. Who turns out to be a Veela.

Awaken Mine Soul by otterlyardent

The events that occurred over Easter Hols at Malfoy Manor brought about a completely unexpected turn of events. With Hermione under Bellatrix's wand, Draco and his parents realize just how important she will be to their family. A change of heart among other things leads to the pair spending the summer together, getting to know one another without blood prejudice standing in their way. Will it be magical, or will it all end in tears?

Unequivocal by irene_doe

Hermione thought her biggest issues this year would be being stuck in a dead-end job and not quite getting along with her new officemate, Draco Malfoy. However, the Ministry is about turn her tidy and contained life upside down with the announcement of the new Marriage and Family Law, and there's more trouble brewing as outbursts of uncontrolled magic begin to wreck havoc in the office.

Draco has been reassigned to Corporate Services after an Auror mission went spectacularly sideways; at least, that's what he's telling everyone. The truth is hardly as straightforward and Granger has him increasingly on edge, so naturally, he was only too pleased to learn of the new Law that was going to out him as a Creature to the woman he loves.

Bite First, Ask Questions Later by Daredevilsinthedetails, Kaylessi

Their world was at a boiling point. Currently, 25% of the magical world consisted of born Alphas and not a single new English Omega had presented since Halloween of 1981. Aggression, possessive behavior, and battles for dominance between the Alphas were making magical Britain a relative warzone. A laundry list of nefarious deeds by one deemed to be light and the cure to all of their problems resting on the shoulders of three unsuspecting students…what could go wrong?

All Yours by sweetestsorrows (katschako)

On his 21st birthday, Draco collapses.

What was once a well-kept family secret is sure to disrupt his life in many ways; though, none will be as bothersome as the fact that his mate is Hermione Granger, of all people. While the years since the war ended have seen their antagonistic rivalry morph into a distant acquaintance, Draco is certain that she'll never agree to completing the bond required of a Veela and their mate. Why would she, after all he put her through when they were children?

Nocturnus by In_Dreams

When an underground power stirs in France and threatens the fragile post-war balance in England, Draco steps into a seat of power to which he is the heir by birthright, determined to protect his family. Intent on justice, Hermione volunteers for the role of his partner and adviser, neither of them aware of the ancient and twisted web of chaos they're about to walk into.

Dangerous by sunalso

Life is, at last, safe and stable for Hermione. She knows who she is and who she loves. Until something starts to follow her in the dark and she finds she might not know herself at all.

Winged by In_Dreams

Hermione is pursuing a research study on dragons in Romania when, one day, a particular dragon arrives at the sanctuary. Only it isn’t a dragon – it’s Draco Malfoy.

Enchanted by fungumunguss

Hermione had learned, from the mere presence of him, that he was her mate. When an unlikely event brings the two of them together for a lost cause, Hermione and Draco find themselves in a delicate situation. For Hermione, her veela begins to threaten a mutiny, and for Draco, old feelings long buried begin to resurface.

Can Draco let go of the past to find peace? Will Hermione let go of her pride to be happy?

Business Partners by Debboluh

Andromeda Tonks approaches Hermione with an idea to start an orphange and community centre for children and families who have been affected by Voldemort’s werewolves, other extra-magical children and families are more than welcome! But what secret is their potions master hiding? And will Hermione ever find out? Draco's mood swings are giving Hermione whiplash, first he doesn't care and then he offering his own house!?

Draco Takes a Mark by diamonddaydream

"The fact that Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were mad for each other was the worst kept secret at Hogwarts."

Retelling of The Half-blood Prince as a Dramione story. Crookshanks brings Draco to Hermione after she's brought back cursed from the Department of Mysteries. Knowing the relationship they've carried on in secret since the Yule Ball is about to be tested, she inscribes an ancient love charm onto his left arm with surprising consequences which may affect the course of the coming war. Continues the story "Dancing with Draco " or reads fine on its own.

The Fires of Beltane by Arionrhod

One night each year, romance is possible between even the most unlikely people. Can a certain professor affect the lives of two students in order to possibly change one's fate?

A Tale of Two Veela by Bunnyhops

The Malfoy men are not the only Veela walking around.

The Mountain and The Sea by AlexisDanaan

Hermione Granger was perfectly happy with her life, her job as a Healer Trainee, her ugly cat and her cute little house in the countryside. And then Draco Malfoy had to go and mess that all up, typical git.

Divination for Skeptics by olivieblake

The latest in magical advancements is an enchantment that reveals the bearer’s romantic compatibility with another person. Effectively eliminating uncertainty from dating, the charm can tell you whether or not you’ve found The One with a precise, Hermione Granger-approved calculation of traits and preferences. It’s a foolproof method of predicting relationship happiness. It’s also, for Hermione, positively dreadful news.

Every Part of Me by PotionChemist

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy have been hiding a secret for the past five years. Something brought them together during sixth year and then the war ripped them apart. Four years after Voldemort’s defeat, Hermione is married to Ron Weasley and Draco has recently married Astoria Greengrass. When they reconnect at the annual Victory Ball, Hermione tells Draco something about himself that he never knew, and it explains why he’s been dreaming of her since he let her go…

Is it possible that Fate herself tried to unite the two sides through Hermione and Draco? How did all of this begin in the first place? Can their damaged bond be repaired five years later?

Silver and Gold by emotionalsupporthufflepuff

Hermione returns to Hogwarts for her final year to figure out what comes next for her. One night, in a harmless game she learns the person who is supposed to be her soulmate is in the room...

Edge by phantonym

“N-no. Omega aren’t — they’re not real.” She’s squirming, pressing herself against him as she talks. “They’re a myth.”

“You sure, Granger?” His voice is low. He says her name with a slow drawl as he slides his fingers against her dripping knickers. “Did you ever bother to check? Or did you just assume? I have to admit, as a teenage boy, I was curious to find out. Where do you think half-breeds come from?” He leans close enough to whisper. “Did you think being fucked by a troll is something witches volunteer for?”

Granger blinks as though the idea hasn’t occurred to her until just then.

He steps closer until there’s barely any space between them. She’s rocking her hips rapidly against his hand. Desire pools in his lower abdomen as his cock begins throbbing in time with his pounding heart.

On the Other Side by murtagh799

"I ingested veela blood last week and all I want to do now is fu- I mean have sex with you!" He really didn't seem pleased with the idea.

This Curse to Bear by frostykitten

"You're going to help me kiss all the girls in Hogwarts until I find the one that's going to save my life?" He asked. She wrinkled her nose in distaste, knowing she was going to regret this. "Yes." Draco's a Veela, Hermione helps him find his mate.

A Silver and Gold Lining by AnneM.Oliver

She was everyone’s golden girl. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. However, people weren’t always as they appeared on the outside, especially when you had to consider ancient Nordic lore.

Couplage by msmerlin

When the Ministry decreed all persons with Veela heritage must make the pilgrimage back to Les Champs D'accouplement for a mandatory two week stay to their most sacred grounds, Draco was far from happy. Little did he know his connection to the Veela Queen and just how upside down his world would turn after his short stay.

Don’t Touch My Mudblood by SkyeSloane

Okay, so I thought that being part Veela would be a damn good thing. But having that Mudblood Granger for a mate has proved to be deplorably dangerous to my health.

Cold Side of the Moon by RZZMG

Released from Azkaban and tossed into the Forbidden Forest for Voldemort’s entertainment, Hermione Granger must escape the predators and survive for eight days to earn her freedom.

A History of Magic by longdistance

He’s to do what’s expected of him. She’s agreed to introduce him to eligible witches during the Ministry’s five year celebration of the end of the war: A History of Magic. However, the course of true love never did run smooth. Fate has thrown a wrench in his mother’s plans. Or did it?

Initially Yours by HufflepuffMommy

Upon waking up on his 18th birthday, Draco Malfoy noticed three small letters on his wrist: HJG. That same day, Hermione Granger also woke up with letters on hers: DLM. "What does it mean?" she asked quietly. "It means… we're soulmates."

Inked by Littlesixx

Draco Malfoy wakes up in a world where everyone has a soulmate … Everyone except him and, it turns out, Hermione Granger.

Love and Other Misfortunes by SenLinYu

Following the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione Granger has devoted her career to the rights of magical beings and works reluctantly with the sardonic ministry lobbyist, Draco Malfoy. But there is ancient magic at work in the aftermath of the War and its consequence will be severe if Hermione fails to look up from her legislation and notice it.

Love of a Mate by CJRed

Draco Malfoy has a secret that Hermione Granger has forgotten. Time and fate collide as two people learn to love each other and the world learns to accept the lovers without knowing their secret, they are mated.

Not To Me by naarna

The War is over, Voldemort defeated, and everyone settling into their post-War lives, with Hermione taking up a position at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Yet, when she comes across Draco’s name in the confidential register of creatures, she leaves everything behind to go off on a search for him…

One Eighty by Summer by cmcferreal

Four years after the War, Hermione has a successful career and a violent ex-boyfriend. After a confrontation at the Ministry she also has something else: a magical bond that runs blood deep.( if you want to read this ask me for a pdf)

Sour Grapes by liliansilver

Five years after the war, Draco and Hermione meet by chance as she wanders into a French vineyard and finds a shirtless, barefoot Draco Malfoy hiding out unbeknownst to the wider wizarding world. He’s ashamed of his past misdeeds, and she’s been recently humiliated by her soon to be ex-husband. Neither are aware that their lives are about to be inexorably linked, forever.

Star-Crossed by HeartOfAspen

A prophecy handed down the Malfoy line for generations revolves around Draco, throwing a wrench into the life he’s trying to rebuild. Even more perplexing, it somehow also seems to involve one Hermione Granger?

Trust the Magic by CordeiliaOllivander

When Draco Malfoy discovers that Hermione Granger is his soulmate, he feels like nothing in his life could possibly be as wrong as this. Hermione feels that the last person she would ever love is Draco Malfoy. When he shows up unexpectedly explaining that their meant to be, will they both see that they’re just two broken halves that really do fit together?

Truth to Triumph by RZZMG

“It’s all a game, Hermione—one you must learn how to play if you’re ever to snag a well-to-do husband someday.” – Hermione Granger is determined not to live the life her wretched mother expects of her. That includes not falling in love with the rich, powerful, sexy, clever Draco Malfoy, who also happens to be Pansy Parkinson’s boy-toy.

The Reason by Akshaya

Labeled by her peers as the brightest witch of the age, Hermione had no problem landing a prestigious professor’s position at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Having recently recovered from a failed relationship, the last thing on her mind is falling in love…Until he enters her life for the second time, and on brand new terms. ( if you want to read this ask me for a pdf)

The Wrong Strain by Colubrina

Everyone knew what veela were. Veela were magical creatures, breathtakingly beautiful, who captivated men with a single look. It would have been nice to have been that strain. Instead, Hermione Granger was infected by another. Instead of captivating all men, she was captivated by one. She’d die without him. She was already in almost constant pain.

Unity by PalmettoBlue

“Don’t you get it, Granger? We will belong to each other.”

Winterborn by Singtoangels1

Draco Malfoy, bored and on house arrest after the war, has no desire to help the Ministry of Magic solve the mystery of a plague called the Green Death. Fate has other ideas.

The Library of Alexandria by SenLinYu

The Library of Alexandria is not for just any witch or wizard. Many bookworms may try but few are permitted to pass through its doors. The books residing there are ancient and powerful and, if one happens to make a mistake, the consequences can be rather— novel.

This, Too, Is Sacred by HeartOfAspen

An ancient power has required generations of purebloods to pledge their lives to the blood pact. Draco has long known he was born to uphold this tradition… but Hermione’s parents have secrets, hidden details about her heritage, and soon it will be her turn to cast in with fate.

Mission Dispel by LadyBlack3

It is the year 2008 and trouble is brewing in Europe. Now part of an elite secret service team, Hermione and Draco come across an old foe who leads them to discover a threat to their world greater than Voldemort himself. Once again they undertake a mission together, but will this one prove fateful?

Not Quite Dark Magic by hiccupfound

Five years into to the war, the Order is pulling ahead after ages of drastically losing. Draco Malfoy notices. He wants in. He offers himself as a double agent, but the Order requests more. They’ve created a new spell that binds two people’s magical cores together in order to make a nearly unbeatable pair of duelists. Draco agrees to bind himself to the person most compatible with his magical core. Even if it is Hermione Granger.

Left Behind by Lifespassion

When the chandelier crashes down at the Malfoy mansion Dobby apperates without one member of the group: Hermione. Suddenly Draco finds himself doing things he never imagined just to try and keep her alive.

Charmed to You by CJRed

Hermione comes up with a charm that allows 'bonded soul' matches, something that has been unheard of for generations. What will Hermione do when her own magic matches her with Draco Malfoy?

#dramione #dramione fanfiction #dhr #draco x hermione #dramione soulmates #dramione veela #dramione werewolf #dramione a/b/o #leah reads fanfiction #dramione bonding

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Full Name: Bellatrix Callidora Lestrange née Black Gender: Cis-female Pronouns: She/her Age: 31 Birthday: April 19th Sign: Aries Blood type: pureblood Hogwarts house: Slytherin Relationship Status: Married to Rodolphus Lestrange Positive Traits: loyal, strong, intelligent Negative Traits: cruel, unpredictable, stubborn

full bio under the cut

Summary of traits:

From the moment she was born to Druella and Cygnus, Bellatrix was told she must be loyal and faithful to her family. Simply fall into line with everything her parents asked of her and her life would be easy, not that it wasn’t already as she had been fortunate enough to be born a Black. And she kept true to that value, she knew as the eldest and future heir that there was more that was expected of her compared to her sisters. She knew she would be the head of the family should anything happen to their parents, she knew that she was to be married one day and continue the line of heirs, she knew that she had to show the world that the Black family was in power for a reason. No slipping up. Which led to lessons from both her parents on how she should be acting to the world, Druella wanted her to be dressed as a proper lady of the house, someone that men would easily fall to the feet of wishing to be married to her. Something she begrudgingly went along with for as long as she could until Narcissa came along and could be the dress up doll her mother always wished for. But on the other hand, Cygnus believed that despite her gender, he needed an heir that was strong and could carry the weight of the family without a problem. So, he began to instill in her that emotions were for the weak, never let her enemies know what she was thinking because then she’d be one step ahead of them. This mentality only grew within Bellatrix, especially as she went off to Hogwarts, she never let anyone fight her battles nor would she let them defend her. She was her own woman that more than capable of handing the mess herself. From her father she also learned that intelligent was everything, it came in all shapes and sizes, and she needed to prepare herself as much as she possibly could. When at school she did her best in her classes, but not enough to be top of the class, why make herself a target when she could stick to the average level and let her enemies underestimate her worth. It has been assumed that because of the tough teachings and the tough love outlook her parents drilled into her during her childhood that Bellatrix has little to no compassion for anyone. For the most part that is true, she had only chosen a few people within her circle that she shows any true kindness towards but being at Hogwarts as well as joining up with the Death Eaters has only led for her cruelness to grow to its full potential. The Dark Lord had always welcomed her cruel streak with open arms so there was no reason for her to reign in that chaos. With cruelness like hers, Bellatrix knows she is as unpredictable as they come. She won’t shy away from saying what she wants or doing what she wants, something that her and her mother always fought about the most. Now that she’s married and a well-known Death Eater, there’s no reason to impress anyone to be her partner. With her anger growing from her escape, one can only assume she’s just a ticking time bomb waiting to explode again.

Growing up:

Born to parents who were openly prejudice against blood traitors and mudbloods alike, Bellatrix knew there was a set path for her made long before she was conceived. She was to be the heir, despite not being born a male, and she could be expected to continue the family line successfully. From the minute she could walk and talk, her mother made it her mission to teach her daughter the proper way she should act when presented to the world. Chin up, shoulders back, smirk gracing your face, and being the lady she was supposed to be. What Bellatrix took from that was don’t speak unless spoken to, don’t give your opinion on any social matters, just smile and act pretty. And it was quickly discovered that image of Bellatrix is not one she wanted to hold for the rest of her life. Something Cygnus picked up on quickly before the explosive fights began between the two women. Thankfully as her father swept her under his wing under the impression he could show her the ropes of the world, her mother had turned her attention to her younger sisters, and everything moved along smoothly. Most of her free time was spent in her father’s study listening to his thoughts and concerns about the world, listening to his stories about how great the world once was and how soon enough things would be settled again. It was these moments with her father that paved the path she would take once she started her schooling.

It was no surprise when the sorting hat had barely grazed her head before shouting Slytherin, there was no other place for a Black to be sorted. Now surrounded with individuals who were taught it all just like her as well as the individuals that they were told were lesser than them, muggleborn wizards and half-blood witches, meant all that cruelness could be released. She formed a small group of likeminded friends, immediately proving herself to be the leader, as they targeted those that they were told were not worthy of the magic they were gifted. She was a terror to everyone, strutting through the halls with a snarl across her face and her head held high. Bellatrix knew she was better than everyone and she made sure to prove it, bullying other students, talking back to professors, earning letters home based on her behavior. Letters she was sure gave Druella heart attacks and hoped made Cygnus proud. Everyone knew her name and everyone knew to step aside when she walked by the brunette was reveling in the fear she was creating. When Andromeda followed behind her, she tried and tried to make her sister follow completely in her footsteps but always knew deep down that Andromeda was not the type of person she was. Alice was another matter, one she refused to acknowledge as anything more than a fluke in the Rosier blood. How was it that her mother’s maiden family were so weak to produce a traitor when Evan had come out as such a shining star. Trying to keep hopes high when Narcissa joined them, it was obvious the youngest of the three sisters seemed to follow her eldest sister more but not the same. Yet again when it was time for Sirius to join the lot of them, to be blunt, shit hit the fan. Bellatrix was furious and outraged that she was ever related to yet another traitor and she always went out of her way to make her cousin’s life hell just as she had with Alice. In her mind, it was as though Sirius and Alice were no longer her family. Her family was those that found themselves beside her in Slytherin, her family was those who kept to each other and were there for each other, her family was loyal. And because something in their heads was different from the rest of them, Sirius and Alice were now written off as nothing more than the blood traitors they found themselves befriending. Even with Regulus now being the last to join the family at school, Bellatrix found herself forever focused on those who she now found herself estranged from. Part of her now feeling ashamed and sorry for Regulus and Evan to have to admit that they were the brother of such abominations.

During the war:

Upon graduation from Hogwarts, Bellatrix found the next step was finding a job or getting married. The former she felt she wanted nothing to do with as the state of the Ministry was quite questionable and she didn’t want to associate with the failure that was impending on that front. So that left her with the latter option, something that delighted her mother entirely. But Druella didn’t get the easy process of finding her daughter a husband that she would’ve liked, Bellatrix made sure to put up the most fighting she could. She didn’t want to be married yet, she didn’t want to be the proper pureblood wife that her mother was, there was more for her out there than being someone’s little wife. Her reputation from Hogwarts seemed to have carried far into the real world and many men that her parents presented were terrified of such an outspoken wife. Something about not being able to control someone like her is what they all said. Not that Bella had a problem with that, it gave her more time to search for that something more she had always been hoping for.Such a thing finally came to her in the form of Tom Riddle. Someone along the same social circles had mentioned a group forming to shape the wizarding world back into what it once was. Purebloods being at the top of the ladder again, running the world, and pushing those lesser to the side. Everything that Bella had once been told about and what she still wholeheartedly believed it. She had used whatever connections necessary to push her way front and center before Tom Riddle, who was beginning to use the name Lord Voldemort. He was persuasive and charming and didn’t need much to convince Bella to join his forces. Even he could see the proper the witch possessed and the eagerness she had to prove herself as a strong individual. She gave over her life to be a good soldier to him and even improved her standing by bringing him names of individuals who would join up with him as well. What started as the point of recruitment and contact for any potential Death Eaters, Bellatrix slyly moved her way up the ranks to become one of the Dark Lord’s most trusted servants. And as she fell deeper into the world of the Death Eaters, it seemed that the perfect husband had presented itself.

Rodolphus Lestrange was a part of a good family, a pure family that could do with some influence down the road, and her parents approved. Rodolphus was one of the few prospective that didn’t try to silence her or try to turn her away from the work of the Dark Lord, if anything he was eager to be beside her. A marriage that began for mostly show and a sign of unity that now has formed into a good partnership between the two. They understood one another without a question and with Rodolphus joined up right next to her, they became a couple that should not be messed with. It had seemed like so many things were going right for the witch only for things to turn south so quickly.

Andromeda was caught intertwined with a mudblood. It didn’t take any of them long to find the poor wizard and Bellatrix held back no hesitant to raise her wand in his direction, the most powerful of torture curses she could muster falling from her lips. Everything had disappeared around her, her only focus on keeping the strength of her curse going. The anger she felt for having another traitor to the family, anger for a stupid mudblood being able to trap her sister into such a betrayal, anger that she couldn’t see any of this coming. It was like all those lessons and teachings about how family was the most important thing were falling through in her mind right now. If family was so important then Sirius wouldn’t have been sorted into Gryffindor. If family was so important then Andromeda wouldn’t have strayed from what was expected of her. If family was so important then they would’ve all been together like they were when they were young.

Andromeda’s threat was the only thing that stopped her, a small part of her still wishing for her sister to realize that this life with a mudblood was not for her. But with her sister holding strong for the wizard at the end of her wand, Bellatrix knew she had to play this smart and come out on top. She gave her sister an ultimatum with such narrowed eyes, doing what was asked of her and she would keep her distance. If this family appeared as normal as possible, she’d keep up her end of the deal and with Ted’s life on the life she knew her sister would follow. Although as time went on the elder woman believed at some point Andromeda would turn and she would finally get to have her fun with Edward Tonks.

Andromeda’s betrayal, despite her now following what was asked of her, changed everything within Bella. Her family were turning their backs on her left and right, she had begun to question them all. What was stopping her younger cousin from changing sides or Narcissa from following behind their sister and finding another life outside of the Death Eaters? It took some time but when the smoke had cleared and things had settled, Bella knew that, besides Rodolphus, she couldn’t be loyal to her family anymore. Not when things were changing and improving so quickly with the Dark Lord. If she wanted to be his best soldier, then she needed to give all her loyalty over to him. The Dark Lord wouldn’t betray her, he had his plans to achieve, and they very much aligned with what she wanted. So, without hesitation she offered up a well-kept family secret to him, it was for the greater good that the Dark Lord knew of Narcissa’s power. For all they knew that could be the key to winning this war, so she told him all about her sister and how young the woman was when she had been when she first began to experience such power, the approving smirk that greeted her settled any nerves she had about selling her sister out. At the end of the day, she was here to serve the Dark Lord, everyone else was a second thought to her now.

The present:

The Dark Lord falling to Albus Dumbledore was the worst thing Bellatrix had ever had to witness. Watching her Lord fall to such an incompetent wizard had driven the rage within her to all but explode. She needed to find an outlet for her anger, she originally wanted to attack Dumbledore himself for releasing the final blow but her husband was quicker about pulling her away. Whispering to her that there were other ways they could go about their anger, other people they could use to pass along their message and come out on top with their duels. Her mind raced and raced to think of a perfect target, the perfect example to send back to Dumbledore that not everyone was going to come quietly with his reign, and she finally found it in her cousin Alice Longbottom and her husband.

The only regret that Bellatrix has from that fateful night of torturing Alice and Frank was that she slipped up. She wasn’t the most powerful in the room, if she had been she would’ve been quick to silence the child or quick enough to grab Rodolphus and escape. But her emotions had clouded over everything. Her anger and fear and anxiety about losing the Dark Lord had resulted in their capture and arrest. So, when the time came for her questioning, she threw everyone she could under the bus. In her mind that was the perfect plan for her to push the blame away from herself. Rodolphus, Rabastan, Barty, Regulus, and Alecto, all the names were thrown from her mouth as quickly as she could.

Sure, she knew at the end of the day it wasn’t going to stop her from going off to Azkaban, hell the Longbottoms had seen her and Rodolphus’ faces. There was no escaping that fact. But she could take down as many of her peers as she could. So, when she was walked down the halls of the prison seeing all the faces she knew would’ve joined her, the simmering anger grew as she failed to catch the sight of her cousin. She could see her husband and his brother and Alecto and Barty, but where the hell was Regulus? Was this just another point of her family betraying her yet again or did Regulus have something else up his sleeve? The questions ran wild as the days passed and still no sight of her dark-haired cousin. It confused her entirely how he had found a way to wiggle himself out of trouble but failed to get her out as well.

When the timing was just right and things aligned so perfectly, Bellatrix was ready to get out of the prison. Joining up with her husband and brother-in-law first, none of them knowing where the safest spot for them to hide out would be nor did they know what had been going on in the Wizarding world since the arrest. With Sirius, Andromeda, and Alice being the traitors they were, there was no desire to seek them out now while she was on the run. Of course, she could’ve disappeared off with Evan but who knows if he had been questioned on any activity either, so Bella turned to the one place she knew had yet to betray her in any way so she headed to Malfoy Manor. Fully expecting to seek shelter with Narcissa and Lucius with open arms.

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fanficflaneuse · 4 years

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Princess Charming And The Gentleman in Distress

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A/N: I wrote this for my beautiful friend @the-hufflefluffwriter who loves Lucissa and helped me explore this ship. I loved writing this and I hope you like it as well <3

Lucius x Narcissa

Word count: 1530

Summary: Narcissa asks Lucius on a date.

Ever since he had gotten to Hogwarts, Lucius Malfoy walked about the school grounds like a dandy. He was handsome and intelligent, qualities he knew he possessed and was not afraid to flaunt them in and out of class. He kept mostly to himself and talked to a very selected few. This rubbed most students the wrong way, as they assumed the was just another stuck up, entitled pureblood.

Which he was, to an extent.

Lucius was raised to be the perfect heir of a long line of (mostly) pure blooded wizards and witches, after all. He behaved with the propriety and decorum he was expected to, but that was not the reason why he wouldn’t engage with most people.

In reality, he knew he wasn’t half as charming as he imagined himself to be. He could get really dorky about things he was passionate about, like potion making or reading. He was an expert in lots of random things. He knew the events of the XVI century’s witch hunts and Anne Boleyn’s biography by heart. He loved animals, especially peacocks and learned every fact about them. He was kind-hearted, sensitive and open to new ideas, characteristics his father scorned.

Through the years, Lucius had curated an image of perfection he wasn’t willing to lose. And he wasn’t going to let anyone use his true colours against him like his father did.

So, as he walked to the prefects’ carriage, his shiny new badge pinned to his robes, he procured to maintain his composure. Nobody could’ve guessed how proud and excited he was about his new position. His mask of poise fell for a minute when he saw who the other Slytherin prefect was.

Narcissa Black was probably the most popular girl in their year. She was beautiful and dignified, with the aristocratic flair that accompanied her last name. She was also brilliant and had a way with people that made her the centre of attention wherever she went. She was a beater and the star of the Slytherin quidditch team. Narcissa laughed and the world stopped to listen. She was everything Lucius tried to convey and wasn’t.

They had never talked to each other. Narcissa had a lot of suitors, but the only two boys she really talked to apart from her teammates were Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, who dated her older sisters.

As he sat next to her, one single thought crossed his mind: Salazar, this is going to be very, very awkward.

…

“So, are you really thinking about filling your manor with albino peacocks?” she asked, laughter in her voice.

“Of course! They are beautiful, noble creatures. Once I’m the owner, I’ll have them everywhere,” he answered humorously and yet dead serious.

“What a joy to whoever marries you, Malfoy.”

As the months went by, Narcissa and Lucius struck up a very particular friendship. Little by little, he opened up to her. She was endeared by every arbitrary piece of knowledge he had to share with her. She loved how he listened intently to whatever she had to say and he’d ask real questions without ever being nosy. Narcissa found someone who understood her insecurities, someone who not only valued her wittiness but always had a perfect comeback for her. They were overly dramatic together, balancing the etiquette demanded by their families with playfulness.

Their nightly rounds suddenly became the highlight of their weeks. Every day, Lucius would try to find more creative ways to flirt. As the friendship grew, so did his attraction for Narcissa and he was dying to ask her out.

“That could be you, you know?” he said smugly.

Narcissa looked at him, an eyebrow raised. She knew Lucius liked her; he wasn’t subtle at all. And she liked him back, but she knew better than to show him that. Her sisters had taught her well.

“Oh, I know that approach too well, Malfoy. My mother warned me about guys like you.” She crossed her arms playfully.

“Oh, really? So, she warned you about handsome, intelligent and absolutely talented guys like me?” he shot back.

Narcissa laughed, a full-blown laugh that left her breathless. Lucius felt satisfied.

“No, you fool. She told me about those men, too eager to get a proper lady for a wife and a line of mistresses and bastards on the side,” she said dramatically.

It was Lucius’ turn to look at her as though she had gone mad. “And I am one of those?”

“Definitely.”

“Cissa, I can count with one hand the amount of people I talk to. If anything, you are the one who might be searching for a proper gentleman for a husband and a line of lovers on the side,” he countered.

“Not going to lie, I definitely like that idea. The swap of gender roles sounds refreshing,” she beamed back.

He shook his head as a smile played on his lips. “You’re going to be the death of me, Narcissa Black.”

Narcissa smiled. They were already walking back to the Slytherin common room. She knew everything her sisters had told her about not showing too much interest. Andromeda was particularly adamant about this; she had shown the slightest bit of interest for Rabastan and he acted smug for months before asking her out. But she wondered how long she’d have to wait before Lucius made a move. Narcissa didn’t know many more nights of playful banter she could take. Patience wasn’t her forte, as much as her father told her it was the most important quality to cultivate.

Her heart was beating fast on her chest when they arrived to their common room. She decided to get over with it already.

“Cissa.”

“Take me to Hogsmeade next weekend,” she blurted out. Her tone was demanding, not allowing the least beat of doubt to show on her features.

Lucius nodded slowly, not able to disguise his surprise at her bravery.

…

Lucius offered his arm to Narcissa, who linked it with hers. They were very close to each other, enough for her to notice how her date was shivering. It was snowing as they walk to Hogsmeade. Narcissa took the necessary precautions when she chose her garments for the day. She looked beautiful, as always, but she was also properly dressed for the weather. Lucius, on the other hand, had sacrificed comfort for style and now he was freezing to the bone and pretending like everything was fine.

Narcissa could tell he couldn’t wait to arrive at Madam Puddifoot’s and get his hands on steaming cup of tea. She decided it was her moment to act gallantly; she had asked him out, after all. She took off her green scarf and put it around his neck. Once again, Lucius was taken aback by her attitude, but he couldn’t deny the scarf made a big difference.

They smiled at each other sweetly, but she knew she couldn’t let this opportunity pass. She was loving the whole “princess charming and gentleman in distress” situation.

“You know, Malfoy? I love seeing you in my clothes.”

Lucius’ face was already too red from the cold for Narcissa to notice the blush, so he decided to play along with her. “You’ve seen nothing, Black. I’d look fabulous in one of your skirts.”

She giggled. “That confidence makes me think it wouldn’t be the first time you wear someone’s skirt.”

“It would be,” he said, “I’m just so handsome I can pull anything off.”

Narcissa rolled her eyes playfully.

“Your confidence, on the other hand, makes me think it isn’t the first time a guy uses your clothes,” he retaliated.

“Oh, it’s definitely not the first time,” she said offhandedly, noticing how Lucius’ confident smile vanished from his beautiful face. “My cousin Sirius looks so pretty in my dresses. You have no idea!”

Lucius snorted. He pushed the door to Madam Puddifoot’s. A tinkle announced their arrival. The place was tacky and over the top, with ribbons and frills in every possible pastel colour. It was, anyhow, classier than the Three Broomsticks and Lucius had wanted to take her on the very best date possible.

As they sat down, Lucius inched forward and whispered something that could’ve probably scandalized any other proper lady he knew: “You’d look great in my clothes, Black.”

“Oh, Malfoy,” she retorted, her smile hinting an incredibly witty response, “you’ll have to go to hell and back before I wear your clothes.”

…

Lucius woke up to an empty bed. He sat up, scanning the room in search of his wife. He noticed sounds coming from the bathroom and laid back, waiting for Mrs. Malfoy to emerge. Narcissa came back to their bed wearing Lucius’ robe. He smiled at the sight and open his arms for her. She gladly complied and snuggled to her husband.

“You know, Cissa?” whispered Lucius, never missing the chance to mess with his wife.

“Yes?”

“Going to hell and back wasn’t half as bad as I thought it would be,” he teased.

Narcissa filled the room with the wholehearted chortles only reserved for her husband and Lucius couldn’t feel any happier.

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motherfuckingmaneater · 7 months

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What’s your favourite iteration of Bellatrix and Rodolphus’ relationship?

This is so hard to answer because I’ve seen them written so well by so many authors. My top two favourite iterations are:

School friends, best friends from childhood, Rodolphus has always had a thing for her — Bellatrix agrees to marry him when the time comes, but it’s entirely her decision. Rodolphus is over the fucking moon and the happiest wizard to ever exist. They marry and it’s blissful though Bellatrix is never really as interested in him as he is in her they fuck a lot and it’s always always good for them both. They decide they don’t really want children plus it’s never something that crops up in conversation plus they’re soldiers in a war. He doesn’t know about her affair with their Master for some time — either until his suspicions catch up with him or he’s outright gaslighted by Bellatrix into thinking he’s mad for such a suggestion and that’s their Master and she’s just his student. Rodolphus realises a few years later but he doesn’t care so much because ultimately it means he gets a piece of the favour and he’s an excellent soldier anyway and always remains in Voldemort’s good graces. They go to Azkaban together after searching together. When they escape he still adores his wife and still thinks she’s the most beautiful witch to have ever lived. He’s a little resentful about Delphini but he’s not angry. He adores the kid anyway (much to his and Bella’s surprise). Ultimately he’s a very loyal and devoted husband who understands Bellatrix and never tries to change her. He’s devastated when she dies but after his third escape from Azkaban (this man is an underrated fucking legend for that shit btw) he finds Delphini and is very much a loving father-figure to her, he’s instantly ‘Uncle Rod’ again. He tells her everything about her mother and father and even names her heir of the Lestrange fortunes. He dies peacefully as a very old man in his armchair by the fire, never fully over Bellatrix but glad for the company of Delphini who is very much a daughter to him — and reminds him of her mother.

He’s much older than her, about her father and Voldemort’s age. She meets him while she’s a student of Voldemort’s. Rodolphus had never married and never wanted to. He expected Rabastan to continue the Lestrange bloodline. Rodolphus is surprised when Bellatrix shows interest in him but he doesn’t reject her at all, in fact he’s sweet on her almost instantly. they realise quickly neither of them want children and he doesn’t want a house-witch. It’s perfect. With Cygnus’ permission they start courting and within a year they’re engaged. He makes a lot of effort (Voldemort is slightly sickened, Cygnus is very happy) during this time. In another year they’re married and it’s the wedding of the century. Rodolphus thinks he hit the jackpot — he’s handsome, no doubt, but he has grey in his hair and he’s started forming wrinkles on his skin. She’s gorgeous. She’s grey eyes and long black hair, tall, slender, wickedly cruel with her curses, excellent at magic and not at all a house witch. She’s the Black family’s crown princess and she’s all his. Only, she isn’t really. He knows that — he’s discussed things with Voldemort before, he’s a clever man, he’s hitched on that they’re no mere teacher and student. He’s not offended the Dark Lord has slept with his wife to be, he’s not even offended that it’s something that’s going to continue. He looks up to Voldemort despite that he was only a year above him, what does he care? Bellatrix and Rodolphus have a very happy marriage. She’s affectionate, likes setting her nails into him, likes playing rotten bloody games with him, adores hunting with him and she plays to his every desire in return for him satisfying her every whim. He loves her. He spoils her absolutely rotten. They never have children. Delphini is a very very welcome addition to their family despite that her name is Black and not Lestrange. Bellatrix’s death almost kills him, he is a ruin of a wizard. He dies during his final imprisonment in Azkaban, likely of heart-break.

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mumufic · 3 years

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Some additional notes on characterization

For The Three Sisters, I’m trying to write a coming of age story with a lot of rather abnormal elements (hello, time travel and first Wizarding War!) and since I want to write the characters I have here growing into who we eventually come to know of them when they’re older, I guess you can expect:

Some of them start out rather ignorant. Sirius and Regulus (when he does appear for longer than a cameo, he’s a little shit, and not a particularly likable one) come to mind here, because of their family background. The thing is, despite the fact that Sirius is obviously progressive and inclusive, he wouldn’t really know how to frame a lot of things in ways that wouldn’t be offensive unless someone taught him how to. Kids learn by example, and the only example of words and reasoning he has are his parents and other relatives, and all of them are bigots. I’ve already covered his use of the word “mudblood” in my previous post. There’ll come times when he sounds a little like Malfoy: a little elitist, a little braggadocious, especially when it comes to his family’s privilege. And the thing is, in some ways, this is perfectly understandable too. The Black brothers in this story have had very little socialization with other children, and when they do, it’s also to other extremely privileged, magical kids. So expect some level of schooling (ok, a lot levels of schooling) for Sirius. I expect James would suffer from this as well, probably even worse than Sirius, in some respects. James has been brought up in a tolerant and loving home, but he’s an only child whose parents doted on him so much, he’s become a little arrogant. I want to be able to show them growing from their arrogance and ignorance organically, because I don’t think they come out of the box being the wonderful, loving people Harry knew in the books.

Some of them can be very mean-spirited. Petunia, Holly, James and Sirius all fall in this category. We already know about Petunia because of her actual characterization in canon, and I don’t want to do away with that. I’m writing a Petunia Evans redemption arc, yes, but I don’t want to do a personality transplant with her, so yes, she can have a mean streak, even once she’s shown to start becoming an actual likable person. Holly doesn’t have a mean streak - that isn’t how Harry Potter is characterized in the books, but when it comes to anyone associated with the Death Eaters, her hatred knows no bounds. Remember that as far as she’s concerned, Snape killed Dumbledore without remorse, Lucius Malfoy tried to curse her when she was in second year, and Bellatrix Lestrange killed her aunt and uncle, however much she disliked them, right in front of her. Her anger, the meanness, it comes from a pretty damn deep well of pain, no matter whether she chooses to dwell on it or not. On top of that, she’s still a Horcrux here, and that Horcrux? Actively corrupting her. James and Sirius played canonically mean-spirited pranks on people, that James only stopped doing when he started to mature right around seventh year, and there’s little indication that Sirius actually stopped being rather mean at all. All that dumping on Peter? Canon provides evidence. Just check Snape’s Worst Memory and The Prince’s Tale, not to mention how Sirius displays an astounding lack of remorse over the fifth year prank he played on Snape that nearly resulted in Snape’s death. And you know what, I like writing that. I don’t expect 11- and 12-year-old kids to be little angels. They’d be hella boring to write if they were.

Some of them can be rather fickle. I’ve got upcoming chapters where Holly and Sirius are like this, Holly mostly pertaining to what she wants to do about the war, and Sirius about manners, decorum and respect. Let’s unpack this. Holly is a 17-year-old trapped in an 11-year-old’s body. Her last memory from her timeline is waiting to start her quest to hunt Horcruxes, a quest Dumbledore entrusted her, in order to end the war. She gets transported back in time, trapped in a much younger body, and treated by everyone as if she was in fact eleven, even by the people who know she’s older. Suddenly, it’s like she’s a little kid again, and people expect her to act like a kid. Nobody wants her to be all grown up, and all the company she keeps are young kids. Yes, she should know better than to engage in childish arguments and fights, but she’s so immersed in being a kid again that her maturity starts stagnating, and at times, even regressing, because she’s suddenly have to reason with kids, which means she constantly has to put herself in a kid’s mindset in order to understand where they’re coming from. Doing shit like that everyday, with no rest to be what you truly are? It’s a mindfuck. Before long, you start forgetting that you’re something else and not what you’re pretending to be. That’s what’s happening to her here. There are occasions when she’s forgotten that she’s older, she’s more mature. She starts acting like the children that she has in constant company. She’d feel bad about being petty in hindsight, but not while it’s going on. And I think that’s valid. As for Sirius, I’ve got some bits of exposition sprinkled in about how his upbringing was like besides the blood supremacy rhetoric, and believing that the Blacks are owed the world. Sirius learned manners, decorum and respect from Andromeda (it’s in Chapter 7: The End of Summer) and by all accounts, Andromeda was a rather strict teacher. So we can expect Sirius to be mostly formal, even a little stiff, have impeccable manners, and the perfect polite gentleman in normal conversation. So why does he try to high-five Remus when Remus fell over Holly? Well, he’s still eleven, and he’s seen James applaud bad behavior, and probably thinks it must be fine then because James thinks it’s fine. He’ll applaud it especially if he thinks it’s either retaliatory or mean to Slytherins, because he obviously hates them.

Some of them can’t seem to make up their minds as to whether they like someone. So this will crop up a lot in second year, primarily on Holly and Sirius, and to a certain extent, Remus. Holly basically thinks the boys are all gross. She’s 17, they’re 11. Kids are gross. Remus is a kid with a crush, who responds to said crush in a pretty healthy way: he engages with them, talks to them more, looks out for them, but absolutely will not say anything or do anything about his crush. Why? Well, the easy answer is that he’s a werewolf, and Remus has been fed all his growing up years about how lycanthropy is contagious (Lyall Lupin was extremely prejudiced against werewolves, until his own son was bitten, so there’s every likelihood that Remus would have internalized a lot of his father’s rhetoric, especially after he was bitten, leading him to decide that he must not be allowed to procreate. As a child, that’s equivalent to not being allowed to even have crushes or have their crushes like them back.) Sirius is a bit strange to write. He doesn’t actually have a crush, but his parents have made a proposal on his behalf, one he hates. He doesn’t want it, but at the same time, it consumes him to find that the person his parents have intended for him doesn’t appear to want him, when they should! He’s the Heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black! They should be privileged that the Blacks even want them for him. But at the same time, he’s utterly repulsed by the idea of having to marry someone, be with someone he might not even care for. Man, that’s hell of a lot of spoilers, but all of it’ll make sense when second year comes around.

And, I think that’s all the meta I can come up with for this fic for now. I’m sure I’ll be back, wanking on here again some time later to talk about other aspects of my fic.

My dilemma now: I feel like I had so much happen in second year that I’ve nothing to write bout in third year. So you know what you’re going to get for third year? Puberty.

Yes, that means zits and periods.

#the three sisters #fanfic writing #fanfic update

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milf-lover42 · 4 years

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Bellatrix and Azula are the same character, change my mind

As most people can tell, Bellatrix Lestrange is my all time favorite character. I might get new favorites every time I watch a new show, and they all share a general similarity (let’s face it… I have a type, and if you’re reading this here on tumblr dot com… you do too, don’t lie). However, no character has ever come close to beating Bellatrix for top spot. And then I watched A:TLA for the first time a few weeks ago. I didn’t watch it as a kid, I was just young enough (2003 babeyy) that I wasn’t watching tv when it was on. Azula is obviously my favorite from this show, and is also the only character to ever come close to Bellatrix’ spot in my heart. But thinking about this and all the headcanons that people have made for the Black family dynamic… it seems like a pretty straightforward connection. Azula is essentially just a young Bellatrix.

Almost all of these Black family headcanons have been taken from fanfictions I have read over the years, and so the credit goes to their respective authors. Many overlap so I cannot pinpoint each author to each one, and it has been a while since reading some of them. Most notable of these would be Glass Silence by Zarrene Moss. There are many more fantastic stories I have drawn from but I couldn’t remember every fanfiction I’ve read to pick out each detail. For all the Azula stuff, I am drawing from Hello Future Me’s video on Youtube “The Psychology of Azula | Avatar: The Last Airbender”. If you want to spend an hour watching that I highly recommend it. Basically none of this is mine, I’m just using the headcanons and research of others to tie Bellatrix to Azula.

Let’s start with their family dynamics. Bellatrix is the oldest of the Black sisters, and has no brother. Although not stated in canon, (because apparently she’s too minor a character to deserve a backstory) it is presumed that all the duties of a male heir fell to her in a way. Marry young and marry a rich pureblood, carry on the family name and power, and secure a high social standing. Pureblood society is extremely archaic, if the treatment of muggle-borns is anything to go by, so we can safely assume that they are a very patriarchal society. Cygnus and Druella Black almost certainly wanted a son to carry on their name, especially given Walburga and Orion had both Sirius and Regulus. We can also assume that they weren’t exactly the kindest parents. At best, Druella was a silent wife subjected to abuse from her husband and ultimately was unable to keep her children safe; at worst she actively joined Cygnus in abusing their children. Each of the sisters have a unique way of dealing with this.

Andromeda handled it by running away, completely rebelling. She fell in love with Ted Tonks, a muggle-born. I doubt this in itself was an act of rebellion, I think she simply realized how stupid blood supremacy was after speaking to him. Once she fell in love it’s clear she wanted to break away from her family so that she could marry him. Clearly her parents knew, and it’s likely she told them herself. Given Ted was a muggleborn I can’t imagine her parents reacting with a simple, “No he is beneath you, we forbid it.” They probably acted harshly in an attempt to make it stick in her head that the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black would not associate with m*dbloods. Either she ran away or was kicked out, but either way she stayed with Ted and didn’t listen to her parents.

Narcissa shut off and blocked all her emotions. Obviously as an adult she actively practices the same beliefs her parents did, but as a teenager I don’t see this as being who she was. As an adult she is very cold and unemotional. The only person she truly cares about is her son, Draco. She cares about Bella still, she just doesn’t show it because she wasn’t allowed to as a child. As for her feelings toward Lucius... it is unclear. Depending on where you stand, she either could have been forced into a marriage with him, or they were in love as teenagers and got lucky enough that their parents arranged for them to marry each other. My personal opinion is they were forced. I think Lucius was supposed to be married to Andy but when she ran away, the Blacks had to hold up their end of the deal with the Malfoy’s and so Narcissa was married off to him. She embodies the whole “Ice Queen” personality. In order to cope with the trauma and her unwanted marriage, she just blocked all emotion to keep herself sane, only showing it for Draco.

And then we come to Bellatrix. Bellatrix, who had too many expectations to live up to, so many roles to fill, and no positive reinforcement from parents who just abused her if she messed up. She felt everything. She was the oldest and cared greatly for her younger sisters, and probably did her best to take any of the abuse that was going to be given to Narcissa or Andromeda. She used herself as their shield because they were the most important thing to her. Even after joining Voldemort and going insane she makes it very clear how she feels about Narcissa. Bellatrix would follow Voldemort's orders to the ends of the Earth, but the second she is asked to trust Snape, she says that Voldemort has made an error in judgement. Cissa wants to go to him and ask him to keep Draco safe, but Bellatrix advises against this. Only when her sister is in potential danger does Bellatrix doubt her master. Even at the height of her insanity her sister is the most important thing to her. We can assume as a child she felt the same for Andy. In fact in my opinion she never really stopped caring about her until Azkaban, I think she pretended to hate her when she came out about Ted Tonks, but only did so so that Andy would run away and live her life with the man she loved. She was safer away from their parents anyway. It didn’t matter if Bellatrix thought negatively about muggle-borns; she just wanted her sister to be safe. After going insane however, she truly seems to hate Ted for being a muggle-born, and she kills their half-blood daughter Nymphadora.

In order to cope with the trauma of her childhood Bellatrix used all of those emotions as fuel for her magic. She is an incredibly powerful witch and is massively intelligent (although why she didn’t just use Legilimens on the Golden Trio will baffle me forever… it would have been so simple…). However because of this coping mechanism, she is driven insane. It’s not instant, in fact it probably took years (probably that stint in Azkaban, lads) for the insanity to fully develop and take hold. All of that exposure to Dementors would have forced her to relive the trauma of her childhood over and over, while taking away the happy memories of her sisters.

Bellatrix was given a support system to break away from her family. Now it’s not a good or healthy one, but it is one nonetheless. After being treated so poorly by her parents, and forced into a marriage with Rodolphus, she needed freedom. When Tom Riddle comes along and praises her skill and offers her a spot as his best lieutenant? Of course she’s going to take that. Finally some recognition, and a good amount of safety. Not to mention missions and tasks given to her and others to her husband that mean she doesn’t have to be around him. Bellatrix was mistreated by her father and mother, but probably always wanted her father’s recognition. Her mother probably preferred Narcissa because she could be groomed into the perfect pureblood wife. Bellatrix latched onto Voldemort to gain recognition, praise, and power. But I can imagine as a teenager, having a complete breakdown at least once, especially after being told she’d be married off to Rodolphus. Demolishing her room with magic, windows breaking, personal items being thrown either by hand or by magic, and screaming and crying at the end. Very similar to Azula’s breakdown in her final scene.

Now we come to Princess Azula. She has an older brother, Zuko, but is always given the limelight. She receives a ceremonial headpiece that she is always seen wearing, but Zuko does not. He might be the boy, but he isn’t expected to take the crown. Azula is even named after her grandfather Azulon, who was Firelord. She was always expected to be the next Firelord over Zuko. Her future was never her own. She is a firebending prodigy, always showing off her skills, whereas Zuko falls behind. She is favored by her father Ozai for sure, but she is never truly praised. She is simply a means to an end to him. She was always expected to be the best. Although it isn’t shown in the TV series, in the A:TLA comics Ursa and Ozia’s relationship is depicted as abusive. He cuts her off from her family saying that he is all she will need.

There are theories as to whether or not Azula has a Machievellian personality type, or ASPD or NPD that could have been a root cause of her diminishing sanity, and after looking into those they seem very plausible. She lacks empathy, she emotionally manipulates everyone, and she has a messed up sense of right and wrong. Altruism just doesn’t make sense to her, and emotions are not genuine, simply stories made to get your way. Ursa rewards empathy, love and trust, which is why she clearly favors Zuko. But Ozai rewards power, cunning, and loyalty. They are complete opposites so it is not possible to please both of them. If she has any of these mental disorders it would be impossible to please her mother, so she focused on making her father proud. But Ozai never really shows any level of praise towards her, so she constantly tries to better herself. If she isn’t perfect, she’s failed.

At the end of A:TLA, Ozai forces her to stay behind in the Fire Nation. He says it’s because they need a Firelord because he will be leaving. Azula is disappointed to not partake in the final battle, but it’s what her father wants, so she obeys. However, he only leaves her so that he can become the supreme leader of everyone, or “Phoenix King”. Azula doesn’t really get a promotion, just a fancy name. In the finale, she is shown as her mental state quickly deteriorates. Her perfect image is gone, her hair is not up, her makeup undone, and she is paranoid that everyone is out to get her. This is the beginning of her breakdown. When she is unable to put her hair up by herself, she cuts her bangs. Her hair is all of a sudden asymmetrical, which is unheard of. She then starts to hallucinate. By the time she fights Zuko and Katara she is extremely unstable, and the fact that she can actually still bend is incredible, because it requires control of your emotions. She instead manages to use her emotions to fuel her bending. At the end when she is defeated, she finally breaks. Her bending is out of control, and she is left screaming and crying.

Azula never had anyone take her under their wing and give her the recognition she craved. Zuko had Iroh. Bellatrix had Voldemort. If Azula had been introduced to someone like Voldemort she would have gone down the same path as Bellatrix. Likewise, if Bellatrix hadn’t been introduced to Voldemort she would have ended up broken just like Azula. Their stories aren’t identical obviously, but there are some strong parallels that place them together, so I can see them as the same person with different outcomes to their story.

Does this stupidly long character analysis have any significant purpose? Nah, not at all. But like… I’m clearly right so… yeah.

#bellatrix black #bellatrix lestrange #azula #princess azula #azula deserved better #A:TLA #A:TLA azula #bellatrix black lestrange #druella black #cygnus black #narcissa malfoy #andromeda tonks #guys im not crazy i swear #i just feel passionately about these characters #bellamione

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rodclestrange · 3 years

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Rodolphus Corvus Lestrange

ϟ. → brett dalton : cis male : he/him : quidditch team owner : whatever it takes by imagine dragons ϟ did you see rodolphus lestrange ? you know , 35 year old pureblood who was a slytherin . some say rod can be quite intelligent but are known to be . they are aligned with the death eaters . maybe that’s why they remind me of tailored suits, expensive whiskey, smell of fresh grass . ϟ penned by jace : 23 : acst : they/them

PRE HOGWARTS

The heir to the Lestrange family. Born in the family manor, announced to the world in the traditional way of owls being sent to notable families announcing his arrival to the world. Rodolphus Lestrange was destined to be notable, his father assured it.

He took his position as heir to the family incredibly seriously and when his little brother came about he took it upon himself to be the best example. His clothes were perfect, his hair never out of place and his attitude that of a perfect little pureblood boy.

Rodolphus very rarely wanted in life. He was given anything he needed or wanted, all he had to simply do was ask. Expect one thing, his father’s attention. No matter how hard he worked Rod could never get him to pay him much mind, only at social events where it mattered.

He worked his butt of to earn his father’s affection. Taking an extra language lesson despite already speaking French and English fluently. He took piano and cello lessons. Only ever earning a small nod from his father

HOGWARTS

The hat barely touched his head when it cried out “Slytherin!” The Lestranges had been Slytherin for countless generations.

He did well in school. He was charming to those he deemed worthy and didn’t bother with those he didn’t. It was obvious from day one that he believed deeply in pureblood supremacy even if he never uttered it out loud.

Rodolphus continued to fight for his father’s attention during school. His desire to prove himself to him left him with no boundaries. As soon as a betrothal was mentioned he jumped at the opportunity knowing it would make his father happy. He didn’t care who, as long as it was worthy in his father’s eyes. Bellatrix Black. She was perfect.

AFTER HOGWARTS

He joined the Death Eaters as soon as he could. It suited him perfectly and his interest in dark magic. In the public eye he played the good citizen, concerned for the wealth fare of all but those close to him knew it was fake.

At 26 he became the owner of the oldest quidditch team in the league despite not caring for quidditch at all. Owning a team with the kind of pull that Puddlemere United had over its dedicated fans meant if he played his cards right he could come out on top of this thing in more ways than one.

Wanted Connections!

Pureblood buddies: Maybe not the same age as him but someone(s) he has met over the years and actually likes the company of.

Terrorised in school: Someone he gave a lot of grief to or bullied during school.

Exes 0/3: Girls he was with before being married to Bella. Probably wasn’t super serious in his eyes because he knew he would be married off but maybe your character didn’t know that or thought differently?

#muddywaters.intro #vague af BUT HAVE THIS

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nevillel · 4 years

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⧼ chella man, trans man, he/him / ask by the smiths + the scent of sun-hot grass under your trainers as you tromp off for an afternoon of exploration, the darkness of the night before only in the back of your mind, not following you into the light; the cable-knit sweater flecked with old housepaint and frayed at the wrists that substitutes for the embrace for which you can’t voice your need; collapsing to your knees on the blood-stained cobblestones because it’s over, it’s over, but then why does it still follow you?⧽ ━━ hey, isn’t that NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY-FOUR year old pureblood WIZARD is a GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a HERBOLOGIST WITH A SMALL SHOP IN DIAGON ALLEY. i’ve heard they can be quite COURAGEOUS & COMPASSIONATE, but i don’t know… they came off very BASHFUL & RETICENT in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?

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quick stats

name: neville longbottom age: 24 gender: male. he is not married to any particular concept of masculinity, but he only uses he/him pronouns and the terms wizard, son, boyfriend, etc. sexuality: he doesn’t use a label for his sexuality, but he often prefers emotional connections first. he could fall for people of any gender. blood status: pureblood and most assuredly a blood traitor. despite this, however, he lives in a very wix-y way without a mobile phone or a television. he’s not opposed to technology, just not very good with it. hogwarts house: gryffindor. he thought he was sorted wrong for a while, but he was always proud of his house. and then he pulled out the sword of godric gryffindor and killed a snake, so that’s that. patronus: incorporeal, though it can still be powerful and effective when he casts it with enough determination. wand: purchased before ollivander’s disappearance. 13 inches, solid yet a bit yielding. cherry wood with a unicorn hair core profession: herbologist. has learned hands-on, not professionally certified. small business owner. researcher residence: a small studio flat above his shop pets: none. hasn’t gotten another toad since trevor ran away from him at the lake. tends to feed the stray cats of diagon, kind of wants a dog likes: tea, hugs, springtime, the outdoors, sturdy boots and flannel, writing and receiving letters, soup and sandwich deals, spending quiet time with friends, emotional openness, cooperation and solidarity, hand-made gifts dislikes: fancy clothes, dishonesty, cruelty, superiority, severus snape and bellatrix lestrange, getting too drunk or using drugs, quidditch statistics talk, flying on brooms, having to transfigure anything, being the center of attention for too long, uneven spots on the cobblestone

biography

[Triggering subjects in backstory include dysphoria, trauma, bullying, body image issues, child abuse, drowning, torture mentions, mental health.]

The Longbottom family is an ancient one with origins in China, their surname once Liang. However, a branch has been established in England for centuries, and they are a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight with a complicated sense of pride about it. Their historical alignment has not been as consistent as some families; they didn’t always Sort to one House, they married into families on both sides of many divides, they were both agricultural and urban in turns.

One consistency was that for several consecutive generations, Longbottoms married other purebloods of East Asian descent. Alice, whose family is Jewish, was an obvious deviation from the pattern, but Frank had fallen for her so emphatically and they were such an ideal match that no one really stood in their way. And they were so happy together, for the time they had together as two independent people taking on the world as a pair.

A baby was born to Frank and Alice Longbottom on July 30, 1996, as the seventh month died. Brave Aurors who were focused on the war, Frank and Alice were nevertheless doting and attentive parents. They had always been prepared for the possibility of war leaving their child behind, and their wills named the fearsome Augusta Longbottom, matriarch of the ancient Sacred Twenty-Eight family, as alternate guardian. When tragedy struck, Augusta took her grandchild to the Longbottom lands in Lancashire.

Growing up, the Longbottoms’ living heir very quickly realized that he was a boy. While a traditional pureblood in many ways, Augusta was also fiercely progressive, and she aimed to smooth his journey as much as possible. Great care was taken to scrub mentions of his assignation at birth and his deadname from all records, and a Hogwarts letter came for Neville, which would have been his parents’ first choice of name for the boy they didn’t know they would have.

While the family was supportive of Neville’s trans identity, they were less understanding about his struggles with magic. For a long time, it was thought that Neville was a Squib. His uncle Algernon “Algie” Longbottom threw him off of a pier in Blackpool in an effort to get him to manifest his magic. The impact ruptured his eardrums, and while there was an easy magical fix to the injury, Neville was too scared to tell anyone for a long time, and he experienced partial hearing loss. While Healed, Neville still likes to use signs and body language to communicate sometimes. He’s curious about the use of signing for spell-casting without vocalization or wands and has wondered before whether that would help him with some magic with which he still has difficulty.

During his time at Hogwarts, Neville’s physical transition followed a schedule similar to puberty with Poppy Pomfrey helping administer the Attisgali Corrective Draught in the appropriate doses. There were stretches during his seventh year when the supply chain for Potions ingredients was disrupted. Because of this, on top of everything else, that year was when he felt the worst dysphoria he has experienced before or since.

Because of the nature of his transition, it is not necessarily public knowledge that Neville is trans. It can be assumed that family members, close friends, and romantic connections are aware. Additionally, people who are old enough to remember him being born may be aware. As a result, while Neville was bullied throughout his school career for his awkwardness and ineptness, he did not face specifically transphobic harassment. The fear was always in the back of his mind, however, forming a complex interaction with his insecurities and trauma. He’s always been sure that he was male. He was just never sure whether he was man enough.

He helped defeat Voldemort by slicing the head off of Nagini and then killing him at last along with his friends and comrades of Dumbledore’s Army. Theirs was a bittersweet triumph, but at last, Neville knew in his heart that he was a man that would have made his parents proud. Nevertheless, he still struggles with self-worth, including body image issues on occasion. He’s trying to do the positive self-talk in the mirror thing, but sometimes he’d rather just exist.

The hope of green growing things means everything to Neville. Pomona Sprout was a mentor for him at Hogwarts, and he still conducts research with her. However, he has chosen to be based out of London instead. He opened his shop in Diagon Alley shortly after graduating from Hogwarts, and despite Augusta Longbottom’s disapproval of his relatively soft career compared to his parents’, he decided that he wanted to honor them by naming his shop Frank & Alice’s Fine Flora.

His shop is a small establishment with a magically Extended greenhouse-like backroom for growing both commercial plants and plants of other use, such as Dittany. At the front of the shop, he sells both domestic and exotic plants, magical and ordinary, including flowers, herbs, and vegetables, both magical and non-magical in nature. He also lives in a flat above his shop. On the side, he provides consultancy and input on everything from illegal seed possession on the Ministry’s behalf to ailing trees on the trees’ behalf. He sometimes journeys around London and the United Kingdom for field research on native plants and to collect seeds. He is also interested in venturing further afield, but recent events have made him stick more closely to London.

His parents also tie him down to London. He goes to St. Mungo’s and spends time with them as often as he can bear. They do know him and they do love him. He’s convinced of that. But he hasn’t given up hope, not entirely, that they might be healed one day, and he might know them as they were before their torture by Bellatrix Lestrange.

He is one-third leader of Dumbledore’s Army in its third reincarnation, and he takes his duties extremely seriously. Neville has more confidence in himself now, and he certainly believes in the power of their collective action against the forces of darkness rising again in their world. He does not, however, put a lot of faith in institutions, including but not limited to the Ministry of Magic and the Daily Prophet. This mistrust does also sometimes extend to people older or in greater positions of authority than himself.

In his mind, he and his peers have been let down and failed one too many times by them. Neville would rather they take matters into their own hands as they did before.

Neville remains in contact with many friends from Hogwarts and has made many new ones. He’s still a bit awkward and frequently forgetful, terminally clumsy, and not the world’s most skilled wizard apart from his reflexes when dueling and his exceptional aptitude for Herbology. While he hasn’t been able to bring himself to attend support group meetings, he’s always slowly processing and healing from everything that has happened and continues to happen. He’s more forgiving of past transgressions than others, and he feels that he can occasionally reach out across the aisle. He has no tolerance for bullies, however, and although he is gentle-natured, that is a vehement position for him. Largely a pacifist, he’s also not afraid to fight for what is right, yet again.

plotted/played connections

(alphabetical by first name)

alicia spinnet - close friend. appreciates her warmth and looks up to her. is letting her teach him to fly draco malfoy - diagon alley neighbor, since they work in the apothecary. considers a colleague, still a bit uncertain about where they stand, but they’ve had some oddly illuminating conversations dudley dursley - slightly suspicious around him but trying to be open-minded ginny weasley - his best friend. has a matching cactus tattoo with her that they can use to communicate emotion. merry lestrange - doesn’t know it, but she’s his cousin. unexpectedly saved his life. very curious to know who she is oliver wood - they were never quite in the same circles in school, but they have mutual respect for each other. susan bones - likes her personally, wary because of her senior position in the ministry for someone their age. they fought over her not rejoining the da. sybill trelawney - former professor. thinks she’s a bit strange, respects that. does not know that she made a prophecy that once potentially pointed to him--unbeknownst to everyone, it turned out that neville was also a boy born in july with the power to defeat the dark lord. viktor krum - secret pen pals. the two most awkward men on the planet.

wanted connections

augusta longbottom! if you bring her, i’ll love you forever, and we can renegotiate anything above. family - longbottom cousin! should be at least part-chinese. see wcs! professional connections - herbologists, people who work with magical creatures, other diagon alley shopkeepers, potential collaborators friends - i love a good friendship thread! feel free to assume friendship but i’ll also happily plot. enemies?? - death eaters and their allies. people who used to bully him and haven’t turned that around. also, people on the ‘same side’ as neville but who believe in different methods and approaches to the point where they butt heads. past partner - neville chooses not to label his sexuality, but this could be someone of any gender. if not someone who was a friend, it was likely something with an emotional level to it, possibly long-term, as neville isn’t really one for casual. if a friend, it could have been one awkward kiss or date.

any - i’m always open to other ideas!

(header img credit @ ofmccnlight)

#nox.intro #updated 10.6.2020

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notrodolphus · 4 years

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GENERAL INFORMATION ➤

Full Legal Name: Rabastan Entlain Lestrange Nickname(s): Rab, Rabunctious (from himself), Rabblerouser (from himself), Mr. Vanity (from himself), Ugh Him (everyone else) Age: 18 Gender & Pronouns: cisgender male, he/him Sexuality: disaster poly pansexual prince.

Date of Birth: 11 August 1960 Horoscope: Leo Hogwarts House: Slytherin Nationality: Dual Citizen of the UK and France Occupation: Having received explicit permission to do whatever the fuck, Rabastan has decided to do exactly that after graduation. It’s not like he actually has to earn money. In his heart of hearts he would love to do something relating to animals (professional hippogriff cuddler?) but, realistically and -- more importantly -- easier, modeling is a path already paved in offers for him. There’s an endorsement opportunity for Rogues Robes that he’s been considering for a while. Summarized in One Word: Extreme

APPEARANCE ➤

Faceclaim: Rome Flynn Height: 6′1″ Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Noticeable Features: Broad, giddy smile with a side of dimples. Also dat ass. Typical Outfit or General Fashion Sense: loud patterns, has never once worn a solid color that wasn’t offensively bright, and a distinct preference for androgynous styles. He clearly borrows (enlarged) blouses from Narcissa when he’s looking to be formal. Does not own sweatpants.

HISTORY ➤

Hometown: Rabastan was born in Paris, France but spent most of his childhood traveling everywhere else. The estate in Wiltshire, however, holds the fondest memories of playing with friends from other important families while their parents were busy doing whatever parents did. The expansive, lush, secluded hills were the perfect playground for them to teeter within that delicate balance of growing up too fast and not at all. Financial Status: disgustingly rich Spoken Languages: French and English, bits of Italian and Spanish from his travels. He’s also fairly decent at Mermish, but doesn’t know it because the Great Lake mermaids refuse to let him know it. Bad Habits:

Drinks too much

Addicted to nicotine

Never brings his own quills, if you sit next to him bring extra or he’ll annoy you about it the entire lecture

Cannot stop himself from touching other people’s stuff

Will not be the one to move out of the way if you’re on the same path coming from opposite directions

FAMILY BACKGROUND ➤

Mother: Melisende (née La Trémoille), a pureblood witch and Beauxbaton alumni. Met Tiernan Lestrange one time when she was fourteen, and married him when she was eighteen.She is a fixture in every society event and created the Protego Omnis Foundation in an effort to fund and research magical maladies as well as spread awareness and the potential dangers of muggleborne diseases.

FC: Anika Noni Rose Father: Tiernan Lestrange, youngest son and heir of Corvus Lestrange VI and Clarisse Tremblay. Works as an Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries.

FC: Colman Domingo Sibling(s): Rodolphus Lestrange. Despite their wildly contrasting differences, Rabastan loves and looked up to his brother immensely. He only competed with him in childhood because he thought it would be the thing that brought them closer together. He trusts Rodolphus’ judgement more than anyone else’s in the world and would follow him anywhere. Pet(s): A very fat, very tiny fieldmouse named Señor Mortimer von Theobald. Usually found in Rabastan’s pocket or scampering around in his little ball that Rab got one of the Ravenclaws to make for him (charmed to repel owls, cats, and acromantulas). Grandparent(s): Corvus VI and Clarisse Lestrange have since retired to the Paris family estate where they drink wine all day and prepare for the time they will willingly waltz themselves down to sleep forever in the Cimetière du Père-Lachaise Lestrange Mausoleum. Cousin(s): Wiped from any significant record, Corvus Lestrange VII, the eldest son of Corvus VI and Clarisse, does not have children and if he did Rabastan would never have met them. ‘Do not associate with burnt stains on the tapestry’ is a rule he actually follows.

MAGICAL ABILITIES ➤

Wand: English Oak, Unicorn tail, 13’’ and supple Patronus: While Rabastan has the capacity to produce a patronus he does not yet have the skill to produce a corporeal one. He’s got a plethora of memories to choose from though, as anything and everything that can be remotely deemed ‘happy’ is bathed in blindingly amplified light. If he ever manages to focus down enough to learn how to cast a full one, it would be a hummingbird. Boggart: Rodolphus, but colder and harsher than ever. Rodolphus, but in an image of strength and power and darkness that he can’t ever hope to mirror. Rabastan doesn’t like thinking about it much, but when he’s drunk and spacing out sometimes his mind wanders and begins to piece together the distressing realization that his greatest fear is that he’ll never be of the same caliber as his older brother, that he couldn’t keep him from going too far down that path – and that that might just get him killed someday. OWLS:

Care of Magical Creatures - O

Herbology - O

Charms - E

Potions - E

Transfiguration - A, begged McGonagall to consider him into the sixth year NEWT class but dropped it in the middle of the semester

Defense Against the Dark Arts - A, continued through the NEWT course anyways because the professor in their sixth year was a family friend

History of Magic - E

Ghoul Studies - E

What Kind of Magic do They Excel at: Magic that he can feel is what Rab loves the most. It’s why he does pretty well in Charms despite his careless view on studying; magic that feels like an accomplishment, that has fantastical results intrigues and captivates him. He loves to take pleasure in what he can do.

PSYCHOLOGY ➤

MB Type: Entertainer - ESFP-A Entertainers love the spotlight, and all the world’s a stage. Utterly social, Entertainers enjoy the simplest things, and there’s no greater joy for them than just having fun with a good group of friends. Though it may not always seem like it, Entertainers know that it’s not all about them – they are observant, and very sensitive to others’ emotions. People with this personality type are often the first to help someone talk out a challenging problem, happily providing emotional support and practical advice. However, if the problem is about them, Entertainers are more likely to avoid a conflict altogether than to address it head-on. Entertainers are welcome wherever there’s a need for laughter, playfulness, and a volunteer to try something new and fun – and there’s no greater joy for Entertainer personalities than to bring everyone else along for the ride.

Enneagram: Type 9 - 98% Match Type 9 is also called The Peacemaker. Nines like to keep a low profile and let the people around them set the agenda.

Type 7 - 88% Match Type 7 is described as The Enthusiast. Sevens want to have as much fun and adventure as possible and are easily bored.

Type 2 - 87% Match Type 2 can be described as The Giver. Twos want to be liked and find ways that they can be helpful to others so that they can be loved and belong.

Moral Alignment: True Neutral A neutral character does what seems to be a good idea. They don't feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such a character thinks of good as better than evil-after all, they would rather have good neighbors and rulers than evil ones. Still, they’re not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way.

Archetype: 47% Performer Taking center stage comes naturally to the Performer, whether at the water cooler or in front of an audience. They are magnetic and know how to inspire.

37% Caregiver Friendly, sincere, and compassionate, the Caregiver finds their reward in helping others. No one could ask for a better best friend.

16% Tastemaker The Tastemaker is always on top of the trends—or starting their own. Their sense of style is second to none and their taste, impeccable.

Temperament: Sanguine Sanguine people are boisterous, bubbly, chatty, openly emotional, social extroverts. In our distant past, the sanguine members of the pack might have played a supportive, encouraging, social role. They would have been the glue that kept the group together. In modern society, you might see them as entertainers, singers, dancers, or perhaps simply as the energetic people at parties.

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