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Prompt 27 - Birthday

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James arrived at his parent’s house the next morning with Sirius in tow.

“Jamie!” Effie greeted him enthusiastically. Throwing her arms around him and hugging him so tightly, she lifted him off the floor. “Happy birthday, darling!”

“Hi, Mum,” James beamed, feeling the love his mum gave him. She put him back on his feet and grabbed Sirius. “Hello, Sirius, sweetheart. How are you? You haven’t been around for ages, darling.” She released a guilty-looking Sirius.

“Sorry, Effie. Moody wouldn’t let me out, and then we’ve been busy.” He pointed to James. “I promise I’ll make it up.”

“Don’t be silly, Sirius. You don’t have anything to make up for. Just make sure you pop in when you can. We’ve missed you.” She smoothed his hair in a motherly way and herded them into the kitchen, where Monty was fighting with a frying pan.

“Effie, my love.” He didn’t need to say anymore as Effie swooped in and rescued the pan from him. He kissed her on the cheek in thanks and then rounded on his boys.

“You don’t write, you don’t visit?” He joked as he scooped them both into his arms in a bone-breaking hug.

Lunch was a jolly affair. Effie had cooked all James’s favourites and baked him a Victoria sponge cake. He blew out the candles after a rendition of Happy Birthday, and they sat in the living room enjoying a slice of cake and a cup of tea.

Monty handed James a small pile of gifts, and Sirius pulled out a bottle of Ogden’s best firewhisky from Godric knows where complete with a huge red and gold bow.

“We can crack it open tonight.” Sirius grinned, waggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, are you having the girls over? How lovely.” Effie smiled as she watched James open the rest of his presents. He looked up at Sirius before he answered her.

“Erm, no. Just me and Sirius. The others are busy.” He wasn’t sure if they were busy or not, but he couldn’t exactly tell his parents about the party his Death Eater friends were throwing him.

“Oh, what a shame. I do miss Marlene and her crass mouth.”

“Mum!” James cringed. For some unknown reason, his mother doted on Marlene, especially when she said the most outrageous things that you don’t say in front of your friend’s parents.

They spent the rest of the afternoon chasing each other around the back garden on their brooms. They finally came back indoors, tired and sweaty but very much looking forward to the party later.

“We’re going to get off, Mum,” James said as they walked back into the house.

“What’s the rush? You and Sirius are just going to be alone drinking. Why not stay here, and I’ll make you my famous hangover breakfast for the morning?” They shuffled awkwardly.

“Leave them be, Effie. They’re young men. They’re probably going round town.” Monty came to their rescue, giving them a cheeky wink as he ushered them towards the door. “Don’t leave it so long next time, boys.” He said as he hugged and kissed both of them before Effie could get her hands on them.

“Happy birthday, darling,” Effie squeezed him. They waved goodbye as they apparated back to Sirius’s flat.

A quick shower and a change of clothes, and they were ready for Evan’s.

Everyone was waiting for them when they arrived.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” They chorused as they dragged the pair into the ballroom. It had been decked out with hundreds of balloons that drifted around the room, illuminated by the fairy lights artfully looping around the room.

They’d set up a table with food and drinks on it. In the centre was a beautiful golden cake decorated to look like a snitch. It had delicate spun sugar wings that fluttered gently as though the cake were flying.

“Wow, guys, this is amazing. Thank you.” James couldn’t believe how much effort they’d put in for him. It hadn’t been very long ago that they’d have happily hurled curses at him, let alone plan a birthday party for him.

Regulus tucked himself under James’s arm and handed him a small flat box. He gladly accepted it. It was very light, and he couldn’t even guess what could be inside it. He opened the black box, and there, nestled inside, were season tickets for Puddlemere United. His eyes went wide.

“There’s two in there,” Regulus told him. “Hopefully, after the war is over. I’ll be able to use the other one. Until then, I suppose you can take my idiot brother.” James wrapped him in a hug and kissed him passionately.

“Thank you, Regulus. It’s my favourite gift ever.” He kissed him again, enjoying the pink flush that coloured Regulus’s face.

“Oi, and what about my gift?” Barty came over, breaking them apart.

“Barty, you got him broom polish.” Regulus rolled his eyes at his friend.

“Yeah, the best broom polish on the market. His broom’s going to be so smooth he’s going to slip right off it.”

Sirius got the music playing, and then they were dancing.

“James couldn’t believe he got to spend his birthday with his closest friends and his boyfriend. This was shaping up to be his best birthday ever, and when Regulus reached up and whispered in his ear and pulled him out of the room and upstairs, he decided it definitely was his best birthday.

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asktheheirofslytherin · 2 years

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Did COVID do you in, my Lord? Do we need to perform a gross spell to revive you? Just say the word and it will be done.

No, no, I am very much alive.

Apparently, however, my death eaters cannot seem to survive even ten days without my guidance. There are a number of... mishaps... I am in the midst of clearing up.

I shall return shortly. In the meantime, know that Lucius' hair will grow back, Travers' hand will not, and Avery is permanently banned from the threstral stables.

#voldemort #travers #Lucius #avery #thestral #death eater drama #death eaters #lmao #sorry ive been mia lately #i caught a cold immediately upon full recovery from COVID #and no im not going to crazy maskless parties im getting these illnesses from family #sigh #my immune system is low rn for reasons #maybe ill live in a bubble

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alhaithamsproperty · 10 months

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| i have no idea where he came from, but i know i love the hp fandom so much cuz like damn thanks now i got another comfort character

Theo Nott x Reader

+ his friends x reader <3

some of these are angsty bc let’s be real, a relationship with him wouldn’t be a happy sailing all the time

🐍 theo mr. possessive nott — he’s not very talkative, not very outgoing, not very showing, until someone tries to lay a hand on you

“i fucking hate it when he looks at you,” he says every time someone looks at you. he lost a lot as a child, he’s over-protective and overly needy when it comes to you, because finally he has a person he feels love towards — he doesn’t want to lose you too.

so someone even thinking about becoming close to you? no.

🐍 gets into fights a lot… like a lot

🐍 doesn’t know how to handle his anger so he’d often take it out on you (ends in either unfortunate fights or fortunate make outs, or both)

🐍 either rly chill or rly angry

🐍 he loves his friends, wouldn’t ever say it out loud, of course, but he’d die for them, or kill for them, they are his family — super happy you get along with them well <3

🐍 sometimes a bit too well — you and mattheo could tease him for the entire day and say stupid shit and jokes and he’d grow extremely annoyed over it (he loves you both)

🐍 mattheo being super protective over you whenever theo’s not there, he’s like a brother to you

🐍 trusts his friends around you buuut will kiss you every now and then just to remind everyone 🙄

🐍 the train ride to school at the beginning of the year goes like this; theo, mattheo, blaise, draco, enzo and you, but the cabin’s only made for four people, so it’s you on theos lap and enzo squeezed between mattheo and draco because you all refuse to separate… you all listen to dracos complains the whole time

🐍 you and him couldn’t care less about dracos fights with potter and his friend group; theo genuinely does not give a fuck and finds it a waste of time, and you don’t mind the potter group that much so you just don’t participate and often disappear to spend some time together in the forest

🐍 both of you see thestrals and come to deep forest spots to just sit in the grass and watch them

🐍 he notices a lot of things — notices when you are cold and will give you his jacket, scarf or his school robe, he notices it when you go quiet, and just makes sure he’s there with you until you are okay again, he notices when someone makes you uncomfortable and he’ll make sure to make their day a living hell, notices when you like something, when you mind something, when you sound happy or really sad, usually knows what to do to help you

🐍 neither of you is a fan of parties and it usually ends bad if you end up going; theo gets too wasted OR gets himself into another fight, and you don’t handle big groups of people well

🐍 he doesn’t actually enjoy parties at all, he just goes for his friends and status… and you just go for him

🐍 blaise being the hero and distracting you with jokes and his witty remarks so that you wouldn’t focus on the big loud crowd and the fact that theo disappeared somewhere (enzo is clueless and tries to drag you to dance with him — blaise almost punching that guy bc he’s just so dumb)

🐍 theo having the audacity to get mad at you after he returns with a bloody nose and a split lip and seeing you laugh at blaises jokes

“yeah whatever, spend the night with him for all i care”

🐍 you end up crying, he ends up finding you after like five minutes after he said that bc the guilt was eating him alive (also he didn’t want you to spend the night with blaise and he did, in fact, care)

🐍 jealous makeout that night and later on just laying in bed, while you both stare at the ceiling and play with eachothers fingers and hands, and explaining to him how him leaving you alone in a big crowd made you feel anxious and how blaise actually helped a lot, and him agreeing on not going to parties any time soon

🐍 already called you “my girl” “mine” “my baby” a lot but uses it a lot more after that party, especially during heated moments

🐍 might sound ironic but he gives off extremely calm energy when you get to know him, that guy that gets into fights and has bruised knuckles all the time and gives everyone a death glare, is the calmest person you’ve met when you are alone with him

🐍 he likes books — reading together is a big quality time and comfort for him <3

🐍 book shopping dates where he’ll get you the books you want

“oh, i’ve read this, it’s a classic in muggles world,”

“oh,” you keep reading the back of the book for a while, “it sounds interesting,”

he smiles and just takes it from your hands to get it for you, and does this every single time you look at a book or talk about a book

🐍 staying up late in the slytherin common room reading and talking and listening to the fireplace

🐍 he likes to lay on your chest

🐍 you like to wrap your arms around him, and he loves it when you do that, makes him feel safe

🐍 tired studying sessions where you both go “screw it” and lay in bed, cuddle, make out and play with some silly spells like letting your patronus run around (the only happy memories he uses are with you and his friends)

🐍 sneaking off at night just bc it’s thrilling to make out in dark halls full of ghosts

🐍 getting caught and losing house points only to do it again the next night

🐍 astronomy tower dates sound cool at first but everyone goes to astronomy tower to have dates, so eventually you find your own secret spots

🐍 he’s horny 24/7, it had to be said

🐍 doesn’t know how to talk about his emotions so he’ll either show it by being affectionate physically or by protecting you all the time

🐍 will just grab you and start kissing you passionately whenever he feels like it

🐍 you missed so many classes because of him… but oh well

🐍 definitely has a thing for risky makeouts, the danger of getting caught and getting in trouble turns him on

🐍 does that thing where he’ll put a hand on the table corner just so you wouldn’t accidentally hit yourself

🐍 stands in front of you whenever there’s a bigger group of people (especially after what you told him after that one party, he just does it subconciously now)

🐍 mattheo knows too and they’ll just both shield you with their bodies

🐍 switching ties together <3 it doesn’t matter, the student ties are all the same but it’s the feeling that counts

🐍 wearing his scarf as well

🐍 stroking your thigh in class, during dinner, lunch and breakfast in the great hall, mf will sometimes leave a little peck on your neck and have no shame

🐍 doesn’t care about other people, at all, he’s careless when it comes to anyone beside his few friends or you, makes you feel special <3

🐍 he has a lot of mental breakdowns, especially from all the death eater stuff, and won’t allow you to comfort him (eventually he will, but it’s hard for both of you — takes him ages to open up to you)

🐍 yeah, death eater bf — it’s not always easy

he even tried to push you away when it came down to it, but he just couldn’t, so now he tries to keep you away from all these things as much as he can

🐍 he’s good at potions, helps you out a ton

🐍 “hey nott, pair with me?” cuz they all know he’ll save their asses in potions assignments

🐍 “nah I’m with y/n” automatically 🥰🥰

🐍 again, library dates sound cool until you realise everyone goes to study dates in the library, so you’ll end up borrowing books and studying in your room together, undisturbed

🐍 with that being said, there’s usually not much studying…

🐍 “hey, uh— about yule ball,”

“yeah i don’t really care,” he’d mumble while reading a book.

“oh...” your voice would drop. his eyes would look up and study your expression. he’d end up asking about suits and which one to get later that day.

🐍 yule ball actually being a lot of fun <3

🐍 idk but like matching all black outfits to yule ball with his friend group >>>>>

🐍 he’d eventually get bored of the event and drag you out to the quidditch stadion to sit on his lap in the cold night and make out. he’d mumble how perfect you look and how lucky he is, and he’d make sure you feel good (skilled fingers bf)

🐍 ron tried to flirt with you once and he broke his nose

🐍 a guy from ravenclaw tried to flirt with you once and he broke his whole face

🐍 neutral on PDA — he doesn’t see the appeal but he also doesn’t care about others so if he feels like kissing and touching you, he’ll kiss and touch you

🐍 you’re not like him, if someone tries to flirt with him, you don’t go around breaking peoples faces and yelling, rather you shut off and drown in anxiety, he notices so he keeps his role of the “mean guy thats friends with other mean guys” and straight up tells the girl to fuck off (holds your hand right after and shows a bit more PDA that day)

🐍 he doesn’t smile much, which only makes his smile prettier. you love it when you make him smile or chuckle

🐍 holding eachothers hands a lot — it’s just a reminder that you are both there, whether it’s in class, during lunch, watching quidditch, walking down the hall, he likes to feel you are there with him

🐍 his friends just call him nott and people that he’s not close with call him theodore, so you calling him just theo feels somewhat special, and it makes him feel warm inside

🐍 does a thing where he’ll stare at you calmly and make you blush and go “whatt?!” and he’ll just chuckle and say “nothing, my girl’s just pretty”

🐍 all six of you hanging out around the castle or the forbidden forest at night and him squeezing your hip or leg whenever it’s really dark so others wouldn’t see

you teasing him back by pretending something scared you and hugging him real close and ‘accidentally’ brushing your body against his

you both end up frustrated as fuck

🐍 doesn’t say i love you often but when he does he really means it

i love him sm it’s not even funny anymore.

also do ya’ll think lorenzo knows he’s now completely out of nowhere a face of some random slytherin character? 😭 like that thought of him finding out is just funny to me idk

#lorenzo zurzolo #theodore nott #theo nott #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #slytherin #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #blaise zabini #lorenzo berkshire #theo nott smut #theo nott imagine #theo nott imagines #theodore nott smut #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott imagines

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ellecdc · 1 day

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A Man with a Plan.7

prologue // p1 // p2 // p3 // p4 // p5 // p6 // p7

Remus Lupin x whimsical!reader - Hogwarts Era (no Voldemort) - Soulmate AU

CW: angst, discussion of Black and Crouch shitty parenting, accidental attempted drowning/belief of drowning -> please note: there are always happy endings here on ellecdc

Amelia Bones didn’t like to think of herself as a particularly stupid girl, but she couldn’t deny she probably looked pretty foolish right now.

She was just about as pathetic as any school-aged girl got over their first crush – which was to say was very pathetic. The worst part of all of it was that she really sort of did this to herself.

She couldn’t deny that Remus had always been very clear that he was interested in nothing more than casual sex; he never invited her to breakfast, he never asked her out on dates, he never even invited her to parties. But that never stopped her from wanting those things.

And for a while, she was able to pretend it was fine.

She was able to pretend that when he didn’t kick her out of bed right away and allowed her to stay the night, that it meant he actually wanted her there. She was able to pretend that when he approached her at a party, it was because she had always been his first choice. She was able to pretend that when he grabbed her and rushed into a broom closet, it was because he just couldn’t stop thinking about her and needed her just as desperately as she needed him.

But she was only fooling herself.

And to add insult to injury, it appeared that Remus wasn’t completely averse to feelings, relationships, or dating; he just didn’t want that with her.

“And have you noticed how sweet he’s been on that freak L/N?” Shirley sneered from Amelia’s left as they all watched Remus smile sweetly at you and pass you a cup of something at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.

“You should start offering palm readings, Amelia. Maybe then he’ll find you odd enough to keep around.” Added Silas, earning snickers from the entire friend group.

“Ha ha.” Amelia deadpanned, tossing her half-eaten toast onto the plate in front of her.

The bitter taste followed her around all day after that. She swore she could hear the sounds of Remus and his friends snickering all day, and if she happened to hear your serene voice echoing in the hallways, she knew that chances were that Remus wasn’t too far behind.

Remus was everywhere; and wherever she was able to avoid him – you seemed to show up. As you walked into the library in which Amelia was currently holed up in, she swore she was a thestrals hair away from using her quill to put herself out of her misery.

Amelia was able to see her friends from her current table but had opted to sit on her own in order to focus on the difficult Care of Magical Creatures essay, knowing that sitting with Silas would result in a rowdy game of gobstones in no time – library or not.

“Oi! L/N! What kind of voodoo spell did you cast on Lupin, huh?” Shirley called to the girl, earning her a round of snickers from the friend group. Amelia cringed, noting that you were currently alone and very clearly minding your own business.

“Hello Shirley.” You offered, albeit much less jovially than your usual sunny disposition.

“She asked you a question, freak.” Silas barked aggressively.

“Oh, leave her be.” Coraline chided in faux sympathy. “We all know she doesn’t have the attention span for voodoo practices; she’d need a brain larger than a goldfish for that.”

You looked away from the group who were now all belly laughing at your expense when your eyes met Amelia’s; her gaze already trained on you.

“Hello Amelia.” You said softly with a gentle smile gracing your lips as you approached her table. Amelia regarded you cautiously, though she hated to admit that she found it extremely difficult to feel defensive in your presence.

“Hi Y/N.” Amelia sighed, looking back down to her textbook.

“Have you gotten far on the essay?” You asked kindly, peering over Amelia’s textbook. She really wanted to be vexed at your intrusion in her studies, at her table, in her life, but she found she really couldn’t muster the effort.

“No... I, uhm. I’m finding this quite difficult, honestly. I’ve still got a foot of parchment to go.” She admitted begrudgingly. You hummed in agreement.

“It likely doesn’t help that it requires an understanding of the mating habits of the frost snails, which we haven’t covered in class.”

Amelia’s head snapped up to consider you. “Really?”

You nodded.

“Helga...I thought I had lost the plot! I was certain I had missed something in class to feel this lost.” Amelia admitted looking back down at her parchment feeling slightly elated to know that she at least wasn’t a complete fool in this area of her life.

“You can find everything you need to know on page 246; the rest of your paper should come along nicely.” You offered, smiling kindly at her. Amelia was sort of annoyed at the pleasant feeling that you elicited from her, but again she couldn’t muster up the energy to be particularly vexed.

“Thank you, Y/N. I would have been quite lost without your help.” She relented.

Your smile grew at that as you stood taller, preparing to walk away. “Oh, I’m sure you would have managed just fine Amelia. You’re quite the witch, you know.”

And with that, you floated away.

Amelia supposed that if there was anyone in this school who would be able to convince Remus Lupin to break all of his rules, you’d be a shoo-in.

Amelia decided then that it was actually quite an honour to have ‘lost’ to a witch like you.

Remus felt silly wandering the grounds in search of you. If he was a man of more restraint, he would try harder to control himself; but he decided there was no use in denying Moony, or himself, of you.

Thankfully for your part, you didn’t seem to mind all that much.

Remus’ life had been flipped upside down twice recently: once when he found out about his soulmate bond, and again when he came clean to you about his lycanthropy. He found he felt... freer, safer, grounded if that made any sense at all.

And though his regular anxiety surrounding the full moons seemed to lessen, his anxiety surrounding you seemed to grow each day the closer he got to the full. It was almost as if Moony was convinced he could feel every beat of your heart – it sped up momentarily, something upset you, you’re catching your breath, you’ve fallen asleep – and though Remus felt incredibly disturbed and admittedly creepy to be capable of assessing all of these things from Merlin knows how far away, it brought Moony immense comfort to be able to sense you safe.

He tried not to overwhelm you with his constant presence as Moony (and begrudgingly, himself) would much prefer, but with the full moon approaching, Remus decided it was better for everyone not to fight the urge to be close.

Remus had (quite embarrassingly) searched the entire castle for you to no avail and had even resorted to asking Regulus (who was accompanied by Barty) if he knew where you were.

Barty had scoffed at him. “Figures you wouldn’t be privy to her schedule yet, Lupin.” He sneered, emphasising his last name as if it were a dirty word.

Regulus rolled his eyes at his friend and let out a sigh. “She goes down to the Black Lake every afternoon to bring a gift to the mermaids, Lupin. Now if you don’t mind, I find Barty to be far more pleasant company when he’s not whining about people dressed in red and gold.”

Well, Remus didn’t have to be told twice. Moony was very excited to leave his present company to find ‘MINE!’.

Remus was admittedly not a huge fan of the moniker Moony had chosen for you, but he was very tired of arguing with The Wolf.

As Regulus had promised, Remus finally found you crouched down at the edge of the dock on the Black Lake, tracing shapes into the water’s surface with your hands.

Perfect. Good. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Remus couldn’t exactly disagree with the sentiment.

You were alerted to Remus’ presence by the wooden planks shifting below his feet.

“Hello Remus!” You cheered in that gentle and serene way of yours; Remus couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“Hello Y/N, what are you up to?” He asked as he stood above you. You began to squint up at him and Remus quickly shifted over in order to shield your eyes from the sun.

“I’ve been trying to befriend the mermaids.” You explained, returning your gaze down to the water. “Each day I try to bring them trinkets.”

Remus hummed in acknowledgement and crouched down beside you ignoring the burning sensation in his knees. “What kind of trinkets?”

You hummed in thought before you answered. “I think anything shiny works well. Sometimes if I’ve lost the pair to an earring, I’ll bring it to them. Or crystals and gems are nice too.”

“And what do you get for your efforts?”

You turned to consider Remus bemusedly; your brows were furrowed but you were still smiling, nonetheless. “Do you only ever do things for the sake of a potential outcome, Remus?”

Remus figured he ought to feel properly chastised, but he was just too happy to be talking to you in order to do much about it. “I guess so.”

You hummed and assessed his face before turning back to the water. “Do you often feel disappointed?”

“I feel like we’ve already determined that my planning skills are not conducive to success, no?”

You smiled to yourself at that as you continued playing with the water. “It’s true that I’ve set out with a goal to befriend the mermaids. But whether or not they return that friendship, I will have succeeded.”

“Wouldn’t you think that you’d have better luck from in the water?” He queried, causing your lips to purse as you let out a disappointed sound.

“Perhaps; if I knew how to swim, I’d certainly try.”

Moony reared his big old head again at that, and Remus quickly stood and gently helped you stand and pulled you closer to the middle of the dock, away from the edge you’d been inhabiting.

You giggled at him; the first real spontaneous emotion he thinks he had ever heard from you, and it caused Remus’ heart rate to speed up double time.

“You needn’t worry, Remus.” You expressed solemnly. “I’m very careful.”

And for that, he and Moony were glad.

“Where are you headed now?” He asked instead, hoping to begin steering you away from the Lakes edge and towards solid ground.

He could tell by the subtle lift at the corners of your lips that you had caught onto him, but were gracious enough not to call him on it.

“I believe I’m to meet Bartemus and Regulus in the Slytherin dungeons for a bit.” You admitted, causing Remus to wrinkle his nose and Moony to growl in protest.

So many of the words you had used in that sentence were displeasing to Remus, but you were willingly stepping off the dock and walking towards the castle with him, so he didn’t feel he had any right to complain.

“What are you headed to now?” You asked in turn, catching Remus off guard.

What was he going to do now? The only thing he’d planned on doing was finding you, and he’d done that.

“You know; I’m not sure.” He admitted.

You chuckled at him and began telling him about Barty and Regulus’ plans for the afternoon; and although he was displeased at the content, he was very pleased listening to the sound of your voice.

He hadn’t realised he’d been subconsciously leaning into you or brushing your hand with his until you confidently yet gently took his hand in yours and continued to lament about Barty’s poor study habits without missing a beat.

Remus found himself feeling very lucky to have you as his soulmate.

Remus’ feeling of luck ran out quickly when he found himself stepping down the last stair into the Slytherin dungeon to figuratively hand you off to your friends.

You must have noticed Remus’ hesitation to let you go when you gave his hand a gentle squeeze and smiled kindly at him. “Perhaps we can meet in the library after supper? I have a Care of Magical Creatures essay to edit.”

And Remus was certain that was a lie; he was quite sure you were long done that essay, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“That’d be very nice.” He agreed.

“Alright, alright, Lupin. Move along, would you?” Barty grumbled as he made his way over; Regulus rolled his eyes at his friend and actually offered Remus a somewhat apologetic expression.

“Barty.” You chided lightly with a smile. “Be nice, yeah?”

Barty grumbled petulantly, muttering “that was me being nice.” But he acquiesced to your request in the form of keeping his mouth shut until Remus had ascended the stairs.

True to your word, you approached the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall when you were finished eating with a kind smile on your face.

Unfortunately for poor Moony (Remus), your presence led to questions from James, who, upon hearing you were working on edits for the essay in Care of Magical Creatures, insisted he join (seeing as he hadn’t even started it yet). Of course, not one to ever be left out, Sirius was quick to offer to join.

And since Remus, James, and Sirius were all going to be in the library, Peter figured he may as well tag along.

Though Remus was feeling rather petulant about the final attendance of your study date, Moony was feeling very chuffed about his whole pack being together.

He forced Moony to lie down and be quiet as he listened to you try to help James with his essay (read: pretty much write it for him).

Remus was surprised how well you seemed to settle into his group of friends, and in turn, how his friends seemed to settle around you.

James seemed to be able to sit still for a longer period of time if it was you he was conversing with, Sirius seemed less inclined to argue with everyone about everything, and Peter seemed far more comfortable in asking you follow up questions than he was with anyone else the group had spoken with before.

Unfortunately, things didn’t seem to want to go smoothly for Remus today.

The sound of your name being called over and over and over again in a hushed tone interrupted your sentence on why the mating cycle of frost snails was dependent on the growth pattern of shrivelfig fruit as Barty came rushing over.

“I’m sorry,” he started breathlessly, surprising the absolute fuck out of Remus. “I forgot to tell you earlier; I got a letter.”

Remus watched as your face turned grave; your expression far more severe than he’d ever seen it before.

“Did you burn it?” You asked darkly.

“Not yet.” Barty admitted.

“Bartemus.” You chided quietly, looking like your heart was breaking a little bit.

“Merlin; do you really need Y/N to check your mail for you, Junior? Couldn’t this wait until later?” Sirius grumbled, never looking up from his own Runes translations he was currently working on.

Remus was surprised he didn’t hear your neck snap with the speed at which you turned your attention away from Barty and back to the table where you glared severely at Sirius.

“Sorry Treasure.” Barty commented quietly, patting your shoulder. “I’ll catch up with you later.” Before he left the library.

Remus felt his heart drop…no…he felt your heart drop as you turned to watch Barty disappear behind the stacks in the library.

“Sirius Black.” You began quietly, causing all the boys to cringe at the use of his full name. “Tell me; how do you usually feel after receiving a letter from your father?”

You had once again returned your attention back to the black-haired boy, but any of the softness and serenity that the boys were used to seeing when it came to you was nowhere to be found.

Sirius didn’t seem to have an answer for you as his eyes darted nervously between his friends.

“Is your father kind? Loving? Understanding? Does he tell you he’s proud of you? That he’s glad to have you as his son? That it’s an honour to share his name with you?”

“No.” Sirius finally said quietly.

“And who helps you with that?” You asked. “When you had nowhere to go, and no one to turn to; who helped you with that?”

Remus heard Sirius swallow around what was likely a growing lump in his throat. “James.”

“Then call me James, Sirius.” You said emphatically, standing and beginning to pack your things.

“Wait, dove. Where are you going?” Remus started reaching out a tentative hand to rest on your wrist.

You slowed your movements but didn’t stop. “I have a Sirius to comfort, and a fire ritual to perform.” You explained simply. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

And with that, you turned and disappeared into the rows of books.

“Way to go, Pads.” James grumbled as he began organising his half-written parchment. “You managed to upset a perpetually happy person, and now I’ll never finish this essay.”

“Well how am I supposed to know everything about that crazy bastard?” Sirius finally blurted out defensively.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough damage, brother?” The voice of Regulus Black drawled as he stepped out from behind the stacks.

“Make it a habit of spying, brother?” Sirius sneered back. “Tell me; was it my conversations you were concerned with, or Juniors?”

Remus watched as Regulus’ jaw tightened minutely as he seemed to consider his next words.

“I’m not telling you this for your own sake, nor for Barty’s. But, if Y/N is important to any of you, there are some things you ought to know.” He started.

Yes. Important. Mine. Important. Moony chanted, sitting at attention.

“You know the fire that was caused by a magical experiment that went wrong a few years ago in Ottery St. Catchpole? That was Y/N’s house. Both her parents died in that fire.”

James’ head reared back as Sirius sucked in an uncomfortable breath.

“She lives there with an elderly house elf as her only family. The house elf and Barty.”

“Junior lives with Y/N?” Remus asked quickly; too quickly. He was immediately embarrassed.

“Junior lives with Y/N.” Regulus parrotted. “You know, Sirius, the Black’s aren’t the only family who practice Unforgiveables on their children.”

Regulus seemed to allow that to sit in the air for a moment before he continued.

“And you aren’t the only one who needed a friend to run to.”

“I’m sorry, alright?” Sirius admitted, though he couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact with his brother.

“I don’t think you are, Sirius. I think you’re feeling properly chastised, and have no qualms painting Barty as the villain in every story all because of the school colours he happens to wear. You were so upset when our family accused you of being sorted into the wrong house, but you are the one who continues to view houses as wrong.”

Sirius looked up at his brother at that. “I am sorry, Reg. I didn’t know.” He admitted earnestly.

“I’d thought that maybe…maybe out of everyone, you’d understand him the best… he reminds me a lot of you, you know. Stop - don’t look at me like that.”

“Reggie, I am trying, but you’re pushing your luck here.” Sirius groaned.

“I just wanted to let you know.” Regulus continued, though he seemed to be saying that to Remus. “Y/N is wonderful. And accepting, and understanding, and wholesome, and open minded. But she will protect her own. If Evans has to learn to put up with the lot of you for the sake of Potter, you’re going to have to figure out how to put up with me and Barty, because I can assure you that Barty isn’t going anywhere.”

Hearing Regulus’ message for what it truly was, Remus made a mental note:

Do not come between you and Barty.

You found the weather to be quite refreshing today as you made your way to the edge of the Black Lake.

You felt poorly for Bartemus; you didn’t understand what the point of Crouch Senior continuing to write to his estranged son was, or what he sought to accomplish.

Perhaps it was just to upset Barty, which upset you even more.

But, you’d performed the “fire sacrifice” as Barty often called it, and burned some white sage to cleanse the energy after disposing of the horrid letter.

And today was a new day.

There were hardly any clouds in the sky, the grounds were quiet as most students were still in class whilst you had a free period, and Barty had offered you a family heirloom to offer the mermaids today.

You had no sooner lost sight of the Crouch signet ring as it sank to the depths of the Black Lake when the sun in the sky was blocked from behind you.

You turned to see the figures of Silas, Shirley, and Coraline from Hufflepuff standing over you.

“I know you said she had a brian the size of a goldfish, Coraline, but it seems she rather wants to be a goldfish.” Shirley commented with a malicious smile.

“Returning home to the Grindylow’s, L/N?” Silas jeered.

Your mother always told you to ignore the mean words; to smile and stay kind when people got mean.

“What?” Coraline cooed in faux sympathy. “Kneazle got your tongue?”

“You better start talking, witch, because the way I see it; you’ve hurt one of ours.” Silas barked.

“Hurt?” You asked as you stood up, trying to sift through memories of your recent interactions with Hufflepuffs only to come up empty.

“Don’t play dumb; you totally stole Lupin right out from under Amelia.” Coraline explained.

Your heart fell; you certainly hadn’t meant to do that, you hadn’t even realised they were together. You never meant to hurt Amelia, and you were sure Remus must just hate you for this if it was true.

“Amelia is twice the witch you are; Lupin deserves better than some ditzy airhead.” Shirley spat at you.

Amelia certainly was a nice witch; she was competent, powerful, and quite pretty. She was normal too, not like you; you were odd, a freak.

“Why do you think he was spending all that time with Amelia when you two first started talking? He didn’t want you, L/N.” Coraline stressed.

He didn’t want you.

That was perhaps true. He didn’t choose this soulmate bond; and he didn’t choose you.

He had seemed more than disturbed in the beginning.

Perhaps he was only being nice to you now because he was simply no longer resisting the bond.

No one should have to live like that; to live their life out of force and obligation. Not Sirius, not Regulus, not Barty, and certainly not Remus.

“I don’t think you heard me.” Silas said as he took a menacing step towards you, and he punctuated every word with a sharp jab of his finger into your shoulder. “Stay. Away. From Lupin.”

And then he used his whole body to shove you backwards, and you were plummeting into the cold dark water of the Black Lake.

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pepsichrry · 2 months

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Theo Nott Headcannons/Information

Information:

•Theo was mentioned in the Harry Potter books (The Philosopher’s Stone, Order of the Phoenix).

•He is only referred to as ‘Nott’ during the sorting ceremony in book 1.

•He isn’t mentioned until book 5 as one of the only three students in the Care of Magical Creatures class who are able to see Thestrals, meaning that he had witnessed somebody die. He supposedly found it unpleasant as he watched one eat and he wasn’t fond of the creatures.

•His appearances in the books are described as ‘weedy’ and ‘stringy’ meaning that he is likely canonically tall and thinly built.

•It is unclear when he is born, but it is said that his father was an older or elderly man who had been previously involved with the Deatheater Army during the First Wizarding War.

•Theodore was mentioned by Hermione in 1996 as one of the group of Slytherin boys whose fathers had been outed as Deatheaters by the magazine ‘The Quibbler’. His reaction seemed to differ from his friends as his reaction was the only one which was not specifically threatening or negative, suggesting indifference.

•At the end of his Fifth Year, Theodore Nott Sr. was captured in the Department of Mysteries as a member of Deatheater forces who participated in a raid of the Department and was exposed as an escaped Deatheater.

•With his father in Azkaban and his mother seemingly dead, it is unspecified who cared for Theodore during the summer holidays.

•In sixth year, Theodore was not asked to attend the Slug Club due to his fathers involvement with the Dark Lord, this is because of Professor Slughorns inquiry about Theo’s family from Blaine Zabini, who was later invited to the Club.

•Theodore was one of the few students who progressed to N.E.W.T level Potions. They seemed to poke fun of Hermiones Blood-Status and were skeptical of the effects of Amorentia.

•He attended his Seventh year at Hogwarts and was treated well due to his Blood Status.

•At the Battle of Hogwarts, it is unclear whether he joined Voldemorts side or Evacuated, but since he is not shown or mentioned defecting to the Deatheaters before the Battle, we can assume that he didn’t end up fighting with the Deatheaters.

•It is also mentioned that he was later taken into custody for owning illegal Timeturners. We can infer from this that he could possibly have made them with dark magic, or he bought them for a hefty price. (Said in TCC, so possibly not Canon).

•Theo is mentioned to be very intelligent, but more of a Loner, since he didn’t participate in many groups like the one led by Draco Malfoy.

Headcannons:

•Theodore watched his mother die when he was young, leaving him in the sole care of his father, who was a cold and bitter man.

•Theo didn’t have many friends when he was younger except for Draco Malfoy, but he opened up slightly more at Hogwarts, though he still liked his alone time.

•He had a set path for him created by his father. He was supposed to work in the ministry and provide for a family, but Theo wanted to be a Potioneer like his uncle and much of his other family on his mother’s side.

•Theo’s mother left all of her belongings to him, and made sure that his father wouldn’t be able to take possession of any of it. In his inheritance, he gained a large portion of money and an estate in rural Italy.

•His mother was from Florence, Italy and was married to his father through an arranged marriage, where she suffered abuse from Theodore Nott Sr. She died slowly due to a failed suicide attempt.

•Theodore had trouble connecting with people because of his parent’s relationship and the things that he’d witnessed in his childhood. He feared becoming his father more than anything, so he did all that he could to prevent it from happening.

•He’d never had a real relationship and never would despite how many girls he’d slept with. He didn’t want a commitment.

•Despite how quiet he was, Theo was a very funny person and to his friends, he was often the life of the party

•Theo was prone to addiction and often used unhealthy coping mechanisms like smoking, drinking and drug use, though he only took drugs at parties.

•Much like Draco, Theo took the Dark Mark as a punishment for his father’s mistakes, not out of willingness. He received it a week after his fifteenth birthday and struggled to adjust.

•He was 6’2” feet tall

•He tanned very nicely in the summer, leaving him with smooth, olive skin just like his mother’s.

•During the Battle of Hogwarts, Theo ran away with Blaise Zabini, purely because he wanted to avoid fighting people that he’d previously called friends.

•As his life went on, Theo learned from his mistakes and prejudices and slowly but surely became a better person. He was clean by the time he was 20.

•As a request from the Dark Lord, Theo created a Timeturner for him. But since he’d learned how to do it, he created more and gifted one to the Malfoy Family and kept one for himself. He didn’t use it to change the past, but he’d travel back to his old house to watch his past, specifically, to watch his mother, trying to piece together parts of her life and his. It was the only way of truly knowing and remembering her because he was so young when she died.

•Theo died before he turned 30, ending the Nott family line. He’d died alone after taking his own life to avoid being sent to Azkaban for his possession of illegal Timeturners.

•He lived a life of longing for love without receiving it. Secretly, he wished for a loving relationship and a family, but he didn’t want to repeat the cycle of abuse that he was trapped in. He felt that his family line didn’t deserve to be continued, he felt that he was atoning for their sins by ending it.

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basiatlu · 7 months

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Thanks everyone for taking part in my poll yesterday! Here is the curated and then randomly sorted prompt list for my Harry Potter Drawtober! ✨ oooooooh~ aaaaaaaah~

You can view all of my prompt drawings also on Ao3 [here] - I would greatly appreciate the spare kudo, there ♡

Here is the list typed out in case the graphic is difficult to see:

1.) Necromancy 2.) Moon 3.) Scarf 4.) Possession 5.) Cauldron 6.) Cat 7.) Shiver 8.) Constellation 9.) Potion/Poison 10.) Memory

11.) Ghost 12.) Devil's Snare 13.) Nightmare 14.) Trick o' Treat 15.) Misfortune 16.) Bones 17.) Ritual 18.) Stuffed 19.) Leaves 20.) Blood

21.) [House] Elf 22.) Thestral 23.) Werewolf 24.) Feast 25.) Lost 26.) Melt 27.) Costume 28.) Pumpkin 29.) Pollen 30.) The Veil 31.) Sickening

Alternative Prompts: The Grim, Hallow, Party, and Vision

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Open to any media/medium/maestro- honestly it’s fine if no one else takes part I just wanted a list for myself HAHAHA 💖✨ mine will mostly be drarry related but we will see where the list takes me. Oh oh also my bday is on Friday the 13th soooo if you were to do one please do it then and of course you guys can hop around and just do a couple days and not be crazy about it. This is so casual my dudes.

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sheeple · 8 months

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Miracles don't exist | 19: The Department of Mysteries

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Use of crucio / blood A/n: The fact that y'alls comments saved Sirius' ass [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

"Can you see them?", you ask in a whisper as Theo and you watch how the DA flies away on the Thestrals. He shakes his head, finding the sight of his schoolmates flying away on thin air very fun to see.

You grab his hand and make your way towards one of the leathery beasts. Theo unsurely lets you place his hand on nothing and gasps as he feels something. It's... weird. Almost hairy.

"Do you feel it?", you whisper again, eyes flickering from the brown-haired boy towards the Thestral.

He nods wordlessly. He reaches out his other hand, an amazed smile on his face. "It's wonderful." He looks at you in amazement. But his smile soon drops as he remembers that you can see them. "I'm sorry..."

You shake your head and turn your head towards the edge of the forest. "Don't worry. Let's warn Dumbledore that the DA is on its way to the Ministry. Maybe he can notify the Order of what Harry has seen."

Theo nods and the both of you hurry out of the forest. But before you set foot on school grounds, the hair on the back of your neck stands up straight.

Stopping, you turn around and peer around the dark of the forest. Something... calls you in. It's like someone or something is calling your name.

"Do you hear that?", you ask, turning towards Theo. But the boy look around confused, only hearing wood noises.

Suddenly, a dark smoke cloud comes barreling towards you and you scream. Theo grabs your hand and the both of you start to run towards the castle. You strip over a tree branch and your hand slips from Theo. A yell leaves your lips as you feel something grab you and lift you up from the ground.

You vaguely hear Theo call out your name in panic before the world completely goes up in smoke and chaos. It feels like you're travelling a million miles per hour, swirling through the air like a tornado.

When you're finally dropped you crawl away, trying to keep your dinner inside. It's almost as bad as apparating. You flip around and shuffle away from the figure until your back hits a wall.

The figure disappears like it's called and you're left alone in the room. It's round with black tiles and a giant arch in the middle of it all, some sort of weird white thing floats in the arch. Faint whispers are seeming to come from it, but you can't understand what they are saying.

Just as you stand up to approach the arch, you hear something woosh through the air before five figures drop out of nowhere. You quickly hide behind a stone and try to make yourself as small as possible. You search your pockets and let out a silent breath of relief as your wand is still in your pocket.

The five turn out to be the DA, all looking bloodied and bruised up. Harry and Luna can hear the voices, just like you. The same people who can see Thestrals. Has it to do with seeing Death, maybe?

There is banning coming from somewhere and the five quickly draw their wands. But it is no use as the same smoke that kidnapped you start to attack them. They yelp and struggle and when the smoke disappears, it's only Harry laying on the ground, clutching some ball.

The other DA members are all held by Death Eaters. You spot Mr Nott and your mo... Bellatrix Lestrange. She holds her wand painfully against Neville's neck and looks like she is playing with her prey. Hermione is closest to you, her hair tightly in the grip of a man you've seen a few times over the summer and at the Christmas party. She whimpers.

Uncle Lucius appears out of the darkness, his cane clicking on the ground. "Did you actually believe? Were you truly naive enough to think, that children stood a chance against us?" He holds out his hand towards Harry. "I'll make this simple... for you, Potter. Give me the prophecy, now. Or watch your friends die."

You've never seen your uncle act like this before. Yes, he would be foul at times when he didn't get his way. But now he's just flat-out evil.

Harry looks around, blood dripping from his nose and his glasses slightly askew.

"Don't give it to him, Harry!" Neville is the only one to speak up. Bellatrix hushes him with a poke of her wand.

Uncle Lucius still stands awaiting with his hand open, and Harry places the ball. It once glowed brightly, but now it turned dull in your uncle's hands.

As your uncle revels in holding the ball, a white smoke appears from behind him and Sirius emerges. Lucius turns around to see who has arrived.

"Get away from my godson", says Sirius and punches your uncle. He flies and so does the orb, and it lands on the ground, breaking into million pieces.

That seems like a sign and other Order members start to join the fight, knocking the Death Eaters away from the children and firing spells left and right, knocking out Voldemort's followers.

Seeing as chaos breaks out, your hiding place is no longer secret and you jump out, pulling Hermione down.

"Wha- what are you doing here?", she asks bewildered as the others join the both of you, all looking at you confused.

"I don't know", you huff, firing blindly from behind the stone, "someone took me."

The cackle of Bellatrix Lestrange, while she flies around, makes the hairs on your arm stand up straight.

As Sirius and Harry battle and disarm a man and your uncle, you see Bellatrix land on top of a stone, malicious content in her eyes. You jump up and before she can yell out the first letters of the killing curse, you hit her with Dipulso and she loses her footing.

Harry, Sirius, and Bellatrix all look surprised to see you there. "You traitor!", she bellows and advances upon you.

You turn around and bolt out of the room, down a corridor and end up in the main hall. All the while Bellatrix chases after you, one curse after the other barely missing you.

Another set of footsteps hurry after you but you're too concerned about getting to the exit, that you don't dodge when you need to and Bellatrix hits you in the back with the Cruciatus curse.

You fall to the ground and cry out in agony, memories of the day the Dark Mark was forced upon you. You crawl away but another spell hits you and you flip over, harshly landing on your back.

"I should have killed you when I got the chance!", she screams, stepping on your left hand and a sickening crack can be heard. "You are not deserving to be his heir!" You wail out in pain, kicking and screaming to get her off your broken bones.

A spell knocks Bellatrix off of you and Sirius kneels by your to check out your hand while another Order member holds her at wand point. You try and protest to get Sirius away from your arm. You don't want him to see the mark. You don't want him to hate you. Be disappointed in you.

"Let the girl be, Bellatrix", comes a whisper from behind you and you turn your head. Scrambling from your seated position, you look scared at Voldemort.

He appears out of nothing, his voice haunting. "We're all young and weak once, aren't we?"

Green flames erupt from one of the fireplaces and out comes Dumbledore. It flips Voldemort's attention from you to the headmaster, and you're quickly pulled away by Sirius.

"You shouldn't have come here, Tom."

A great battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort. Fire against Water. Light against Dark. Good against Evil. With one final show of power makes Voldemort all the widows explode and he sends the chards towards Dumbledore and Harry. As it seems like Dumbledore's not defeated, with one final look disappears Voldemort in a swirl of sand and glass.

You whimper and clutch your arm tightly to your chest, trying to suppress your already-flowing tears. Sirius appears before you and takes your face in his hands. "Are you further hurt? Any glass?"

You shake your head, your eyes roaming over the DA members now running into the main hall, their eyes flickering between Harry and Dumbledore to Sirius and you.

He helps you on your feet and supports you to sit on the edge of the fountain. You turn towards Dumbledore. "Did Theo- is he okay?"

"Get them out of here", orders Dumbledore to the Order members while turning around to greet the Ministry workers and the Minister of Magic, ignoring your question.

Harry gives you a look while you are whisked away to a fireplace and the world gets engulfed in green flames.

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animentality · 7 months

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Luna Lovegood is a terrible character in the Harry Potter books but one of the most endearing characters of the movies.

Luna in the books comes across like a total moron. She's quick to anger and be upset when someone says you're nuts, even though nothing she says makes sense. She has her moments where she's kind of interesting but mostly exists to be a goddamn idiot.

At least movie Luna comes across as spacy and absentminded, but wise beyond her years.

The scene where she feeds Thestrals raw meat and tells Harry not to be so quick to push away his friends, because it makes him less of a threat, is genuinely one of the best character establishing scenes in the entire movie series.

It actually flattens every other interaction Harry has with Luna in the books.

It's also funny because they have more chemistry in the one scene than he and Ginny have across the entire series too.

Both in the books and the movies.

Harry pretty much just likes Ginny because she's hot and because she's a jock. She has some funny lines but he's such a non character that it doesn't make sense for her to like him at all.

It's not like Harry is funny or interesting. It's one of the weakest aspects of Harry Potter, that the protagonist has the personality of a sock.

I also think Luna comforting Harry after Sirius died is done better in the movies than the books too.

It might just be the actors or that the director/writers of the movies understood the assignment better than jkr ever did.

Making a spacy character is fine, but one who's just a blathering moron, and never having Harry really appreciate her for who she is, just reeks of bad characterization.

Even that small cute scene where Harry invites Luna to the Slug Party is way funnier and cuter than anything the books ever did with Luna.

I also don't care much for Harry Potter shipping, and never have, but Luna and Neville are weirdly cute in the movies too.

I think the dopey but hard working and earnest character fits with the spacy but wise character pretty well.

They're both oddballs and they had small but interesting interactions here and there, mostly just in the fifth movie.

Anyway.

Tldr, never liked book Luna.

But movie Luna was cute as fuck.

#anti hp #luna lovegood

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mrsarnasdelicious · 5 months

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EAC 3 - November 3 - 5

What a weekend y'all....

What a travel, firstly. I took the eurostar from Schiphol or Charles de Gaule. I had orginially planned to meet up with @sihtricfedaraaahvicius, but it was soo busy we could not move from our assigned seats. We met once we left the train and crossed the airport in search of a bus that would bring us to the hotel, which we did not find. So instead she ordered us an uber-ish ride, which also was half an adventure.

But we got to the hotel in the end and we had a full welcome commity waiting for us. It was so good reuniting with all the people I met in the Nowalls discord and grew close with after Dortmund. It was like coming home to so many loved ones. I also met a great many new friends and took many of them into my heart.

I received a few wonderful gifts from my friends.

After settling into the hotel, we went to the mall with a group, which was rather chaotic. We had lunch there and I found a Thestral figurine.

Once back from the mall we hung out at the hotel for a while and I changed into my 'party' clothes; white jeans, white tank, hard rock london shirt and black thin cardigan. I looked good, NGL.

While waiting in line for the cocktail party, I met Lucile, who is now my bestie. We supported each other through our nerves and when I felt a litlte faint. This was mostly because I hadn't eaten or drank enough. After two glasses of cola, I was most certainly feeling more perky.

[Photo credit by Lucile]

First at our table [us being Rike, Gemma, Lucile and I and later Carlotta also] was Jacob. Young man was carrying a cup of tea, going 'how British am I, I brought tea to a champain party.' which was too cute. I tried to guess it was fennel tea, to which he said he wished it was fennel, but it was mint. I told him my late granddad was also named Jacob and showed off my newest tattoo. Jacob liked the tat a lot.

Second was Tim and I am still not used to that thin ear ring. It suits him, but somehow still surprises me when I see it, every time. He asked us about halloween and I want to ask him about Fallen, but the convo did not go that way.

I am not sure of the order after this, so bear with me as I sort of wing it.

Stefanie was 'omg you have Eadith hair' right away and I was very awkward about taking the compliment on my hair, even though I am quite confident about my hair.

Eliza started about halloween, but it meandered and she ended up spotting my tattoos. My hands were admired and she was like 'Arnas is gona scream the moment he sees these' and she was not wrong...

James decided he wanted to ask us a question and he asked us what film had most influence on our lives. I of course said Harry Potter. The Wizarding world has absolutely been formative for my passion for stories in all forms. James defo loved that answer.

Christian talked mainly with my friends, demonstrating his talent for languages. I couldn't help getting lost in those beautiful blue eyes, though.

I don't remember what Ossian talked about, I just remember that he came in for a hug right away.

Harry talked about his appearance on Nowalls' first live show, which was a good little laugh. He also remarked on how the cocktail party felt much more posh than it actually was.

Mark greeted me with 'your hair has grown' which made me feel some type of way. I mean, this man remembers enough of me to recall an approximation of my hair length. We then talked about his moustache and how most of us really disliked it.

Last to our table was Arnas and he came in loud. I scolded him for it and he went on a whole spiel about how he still had all the gifts I had given him and how he kept it all on his nighstand and that I was too hard on him. He took a good look at my tats and said mine looked so much better than his on the show, which is of course absolute nonsense, but I appreciate the effort. He comlained about missing the eurostar, because he missed the boarding time. I asked himif he had checked his ticked for the boarding time, which of course he said he hadn't, like a true ADHD man. When he made to leave, I pulled out my rings to put them back on and this absolute man holds out his hands (only later I realised the missed opportunity for me to put a ring on this guy and forever joke about him being my fiance). I go 'Excuse!?!' and he sasses me back with 'wat wil je?'

There was a group photo after that and we were ushered out to await the werewolf games.

Werewolves was an invaritable mess.

I was in a village with Mark, James, Jacob and a reasonable measure of my friends. Barely anyone had ever played the game and the GM was very basic in the story telling.

I had quite a good back and forth with James before the game got started and he was pretty down for having me GM, but I knew that would not be in the cards. No, in the cards for me was the Witch.

We first got a round of introducing our 'characters' and then it was right off to the first night. Cupid matched my friend Angela with Mark, completely at random, but Angela suspected it was me. The werewolves were allowed a victim right after, which happened to be me. I resurrected myself with my potion and the day started. Mark had the bright idea of all putting their hand down and raise your hand if you are a villager. My autism needs computing time, so I was of course the last to raise my hand and I was once more set to die.

I got to spectate the rest of the game. It was quite a mess and Mark ended up either fogetting he was matched with Angela, or going into his role too deep, because he decided to off her and then he had to go too, because the lovers cannot continue the game if one of them dies. Mark and James were the werewolves and James ended up surviving the whole game on his own and thus winning.

We had some time after that and ended up playing word chain for a good while, until we took another group photo and I rough housed with Angela and Jacob a little bit.

After the games there was a viewing of SKMD, but I was very tired, so Mary and I headed to her friend's flat. The friend was not home that night, so we could get some fangirling in before sleep.

We got up early in the morning, because I had to be in time for the selfie lounge.

I had the selfie lounge with everyone's favourite Sihtric-fic writer. So we waited together and once admitted sat on the last chairs of the first line of chairs. It looked like an AA meeting at first, but once the guests came in, it was more like a fashion runway. Especially Arnas enjoyed showing off.

@sihtricfedaraaahvicius and I stuck together and we even got a selfie with the both of us and Eliza and with James, which was very sweet.

I noticed that most of the guests had to be sort of directed towards us, because we sort of stayed on one side of the room. I am not the person to just accost the guests for a picture.

We got pics with all the guests, but I did not get to the plans I had. No due selfie with Arnas and no Sihtric + Sigtryggr for my friend. I'm sorry bestie. We also both got an Eys hug, which was adorable.

Arnas was the before last to come to us. He had a good back and forth with my friend, but to me he said 'our lives are so intertwined now' and that is genuinly all I recall he said to be in the Selfie Lounge. The sentence most certainly had a running up, but I can't recall it.

My friend said, once we left the Lounge that Arnas enjoys getting a rise out of me. Gee thanks, Guy...

After the opening ceremony, I lined up for the photo op with James.

I left it up to James to make up a pose and he decided he wanted to pretend to take a pic of me, which turned out cute as much as imaginative. Another friend says it looks like he is using the force on me instead, which is also a fun interperation.

I felt very at ease around James, not at all nervous. He is so sweet and kind.

Secondly I had the photo op with Stefanie. We did s simple, sweet hug and I quite like the pic. Stefanie is so wonderful and sweet and I can't wait to see her again. Hopefully next year!

And then I had Arnas' Photo OP...

I still had some nerves about him, so I came up to him a bit tense. 'Oh we're going for nervous, are we' he told me and I just could not let him tease me, so I tried to pull him over.

And he went with it, giving me some pressure in return even.

And then came my moment, the individual meeting with Arnas.

Good gods, this man. He asked about my daughter and what her thing was now. We had a small confusion about miffy/nijntje until I indicated the bracelet I had given him in Dortmund, that is when the dime dropped. It really warmed my heart when he asked about her.

I gave him his giftbag and we just spent the five minutes calmly going through it, along with some small talk. He loved the Jellycat plush, proclaiming he'd take it everywhere and wanted some weed to go with the donuts I brought him. So next year we are bring him edibles.

He was also ravingly enthusiastic about the scribble-drawing Fayen made him and even took a selfie with it. I have yet to recieve it though, hoping he did not forget, Don Chaot!

Then it was time for me to get some autographs and first was Stefanie. She is just such a lovely person to talk to. She gave me a sweet hug and even asked me to sign the rose photo and Nowallsona pics I brought her. I hope she'll return next year because I soooo wana talk to her and hug her again. (Woman Crush Wednesday fo sho!)

I went to Eliza next and that woman is an absolute queen. She said that I attract people to me with my sweet and warm personality and that meant so much to me. She also gave me the sweetest hug and I swear I fell in love a teensy tiny bit with the woman, because Gods she is just everyone's hype woman and I feel that on a spiritual level!

Then I went to James and he sort of got me stumped, and I don't know how, guess I was hit with his awesomeness all of a sudden.

I got a big hug and he wanted me to sign my rose photo for him and he was just so sweet and there were too many things I had wanted to ask him, but I forgot all of them, because he is just too sweet and kind.

Next I went to Timothy, who looked like he was about done with his day. I asked him if he was okay and he admitted to having had a coughing fit a few minutes before. We talked a tiny bit and he gave me a sweet hug.

I saved Arnas for last that day and my Gods was I not disappointed by what he gave me. I told him he would hate me for what I was going to ask of him, but he was such a good sport about it, telling me knew what this is for. He did his very best and I am actually so enamoured with his handwriting. I adore it.

He gave me a big hug as well and that was a good end of the day.

The next day I had the Marnas shoot I had purchased the day before, first.

I told Mark they had artisic liberty/liscene and they set to work right away. Mark grabbed my pendant, yelling that I was not a real Dane and Arnas jumped right in, knowing that I am indeed a mostly Norse leaning Pagan. That was a lovely little nod to what I had told him in Dortmund, which warmed my heart as well.

Swiftly afterwards I had my OP with Mark and I asked him for a big squeeze. And let me tell you, this man has made up for his loosey goosey hug from Dortmund ten times over. What a squeeze, I adored it!

The photographer had to tell me to lower my shoulder for some reason, but hey, the photo is defo one of my best so far. I am not at all nervous around Mark anymore, after having scolded him, haha.

I had myself a double with Arnas, because I could not choose if I wanted something sweet or something bookspo, so I got myself an extra OP.

First was the sweet one and Arnas offered me his arm and I swear I did not mean to look like I was ready to take my mans home, but here we are.

The bookspo one is the one that really got to me, though.

I asked Arnas to pretend to be angry with me, explaining it was for the book I was writing. And by the Gods did he deliver, shouting 'not this again Tessa, I told you not to do this' or something much like it, grabbing my hand firmly and making an angy Sihtric face. In the moment it was exactly what I needed from him.

Once the photo was shot, he petered off to the side and I was so in my feels that I backhugged him, which made him chuckle and nudge me to go in a gentle way.

After lunch it was time for my Marnas polaroid, my favourite moment of the entire weekend.

I was the first to show up, so I got to be the first in line, before anyone with prio. Sometimes it pays off to be anxious early. I got to see James get his stuff ready and watch Mark and Arnas get themselves amped up. I think they spotted me, because they started to overshout each other.

Mark won.

I sat down between them and Mark asked if I had something in mind, which I obvi did not. So Mark goes 'I am going to look at you very affectionately.' He's set the edge. And Arnas walses his arse right over it with 'I just realised I am madly in love with you.'. HAHAHAHAHAHIMNOTOKAY.

James had left the safety on his camera and it took him like four tries to realise this, but I was happy enough to sit between these two warm men, looking at me like I was the best thing since sliced bread.

Afterwards I got sent two pictures by about all my friends on several insta pages with two different angles from my polaroid. My favourite is on top of the post and the second one is below.

There after I went to Jacob for a signature and got a sweet hug from him as well. I told him I'd whisk him away and adopt him. He said he would not be able to breathe in my luggage though. We had a little laugh together and he was very happy with his gifts.

Ossian was next. Got my hug in, told him I wanted to adopt him and he wrote a very sweet message in my booklet.

He is so adorable.

Later when I was in line for Harry, he came over to Nat for a goodbye hug, which warmed my heart so so so much!

Then I went to Eysteinn, telling his I smelled something about free hugs.

Eysteinn was very gentle and kind and gave me another loosey goosey hug. But I also got the feeling he wasn't fully at ease. I am not sure if that was me or the entire situation.

Next up I went to Christian.

He is such a darling. He loved his afirmation card and we had a lil back and forth about creating your own joy and that he doesn't really agree with carpe diem and is more a crea diem kind of guy.

He gave me a sweet hug and wasn't really good at me telling him he has stunning blue eyes, he made a joke about blaming his parents for it.

Thereafter I lined for up Harry.

I was a few paces behind @charming-merlin who made Harry's fanbook. It was such a well made all round piece of art and I adored Harry's reaction to it, he was so so so happy and so impressed and I have hardly ever seen a man filled with so much awe and delight. All kudo's to her.

Harry tore into my bag of gifts right away, too and I got a big hug as well. He is such a joy to talk to and his hug was real tight.

And off I rushed to Mark.

Mark was already standing on 'my side' of the table, which was great for handing him his gift bag. He loved the Nowalls shirt and the pepernoten.

I got two hugs from Mark. One was for practise and one was for real. He was such a good sport about it and we had a brief little chat. He is genuinly a delight to be around and I just want this man to be my friend!

And last, but not least, of course I had to go to Arnas one more time.

Or ... two times, because I forgot my selfie so I had to line up again like a dumbass, but Arnas was very sweet about it.

I told him a little bit about the inspiration for my book and asked him to write something motivational for when I have writers block. He listened closely, which sort of messed up his writing, but I love it all the more because of that.

I got in a few more hugs and the selfie turned great!

I had an amazing weekend, making new friends and meeting so many lovely people. I laughed and loved so much and I fell in love a little deeper.

Thank you, friends and fabulous people for Paris!

#eac3 #the last kingdom #everlasting adventure 3 #nevastalgia #arnas fedaravicius #mark rowley #james northcote #stefanie martini #eliza butterworth #jacob dudman #Ossian Perret #timothy innes #christian hillborg #harry mcentire #eysteinn sigurðarson

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Week 48

keysmash by AllThisAndLoveTooWillRuinUs

Rated T. 46k. Wolfstar

Unknown number (sun, 9:03 am): hey settle an argument chocolate milk in cereal is innovative and cool, right?

Remus (sun, 9:07 am): it absolutely is not who tf are u

Unknown number (sun, 9:08 am): first of all, fuck u and second of all i told james u said yes anyway that’s what u get for living in my phone

Sirius texts a wrong number, Remus faces some fears, and things get better.

I Just Can't Stay (Away) by @theresthesnitch

Rated E. 28k. Jily

It's the perfect meet-cute on the plane. They kiss in the airport, and promise to see each other again soon. Then, they find out the devastating truth: their parents are getting married. That should be the end, but it turns out, James and Lily have a hard time forgetting about their new step-sibling.

The waiting room by @wanderingbandurria

Rated M. 10k. Wolfstar

Running away doesn’t solve your problems, Remus knows. He still tries after the death of his mother. This is a story about grief, recovery, and love.

Or,

Remus meets a kind stranger in his therapist's waiting room. They talk for five minutes each time, until one of them is called in.

When The Party's Over by sweet_s0rr0w

Rated E. 5k. Drarry

Parties aren't quite so much fun when you're accidentally bonded to your sworn enemy. At least, that's what Harry thinks at first...

push and pull you down m0stlyvoid

Rated E. 5k. Drarry

Harry's resigned himself to petty, inconsequential cases and no real connection to his job at the Auror department—after all, what else would he be doing with his time? He's not happy, not really, but that hardly matters. A chance encounter with a mostly-naked Draco Malfoy exposes him to an entirely different world, one much more colourful than the lonely one he currently occupies—but at what cost?

The Beauty of Thestrals and Other Unseen Things by @writcraft

Rated E. 63k. Drarry

Harry has terrific friends, an amazing girlfriend and his job as Head Auror enables him to work on challenging cases and Ministry reform. He just wishes he could work out why he’s been so out of sorts.

When Draco Malfoy is arrested for gross indecency, Harry’s comfortable life begins to unravel. He’s forced to decide if it’s worth risking everything for love in a world where following his heart is a criminal offence.

#fic recs #fanfic #hp fanfic #wolfstar #ao3fic #drarry #wolfstar fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #drarry fanfiction #drarry fic

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•HIS LONGING FOR MY HUSBAND•

DRACO MALFOY + MATTHEO RIDDLE + HERMIONE GRANGER

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❥ Request?: I wrote this one on request from my Instagram a while ago (see msg above).

❥ Summary: Hermione finds out about Mattheo having feelings for Draco - and herself having feelings for both.

❥ Author‘s note: This one is like a small part of a dream coming true for me. I loved writing it. I‘m thinking about writing it in Draco+Mattheo+Y/N(?).

❥ Word count: ~4170

❥ I DO NOT ALLOW COPYING MY WORK, NOR POSTING IT SOMEWHERE ELSE. MY WORK IS ALREADY POSTED ON WATTPAD AND AO3.

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The first time Hermione had noticed Mattheo looking at Draco differently than it had been for years, was at a garden party at Mattheo's house.

Hermione and Draco were standing under one of the large white parasols which were set up in the garden. She was just sipping from Draco's wineglass, when she looked over his shoulder and caught Mattheo red-handed.

Mattheo was standing directly across from them, leaning against the wall of his house, smoking. His eyes gave way to his thoughts. If Draco had turned around that very moment and looked him in the eyes - only Merlin knew, what he would have found there.

But Hermione saw his gaze and while she couldn't read his mind like Draco could, she saw the lust that flashed in his very eyes as Draco turned and placed his glass on the table next to them. Mattheo eyed Draco so tensely that he didn't even realized that Pansy had come up to him and had started talking.

When Pansy tapped him on the shoulder for not responding, Mattheo looked away from Draco and accidentally looked straight into Hermione's eyes. He immediately realized she knew it.

She stared back and couldn't help but smile, knowing that Draco had always thought Mattheo was attractive - But neither of the boys wanted to admit that there were other things than just 'normal' monogamous relationships with one man and one woman.

Draco was talking about his work and some paperwork he was supposed to have done in four days, when Hermione saw Mattheo walking over to them. His steps were slow and his eyes almost pierced Draco's back. Hermione tried with all her strength to keep her thoughts to herself, wanting to see how the evening would turn out.

Mattheo greeted Draco by placing his hand on his shoulder and patting it gently. He was laughing and making a joke about Thestrals. To anyone else it would have seemed innocent but Hermione saw him bite his lip and his hand trailing down Draco's chest as he lifted it from his shoulder.

Her eyes wandered to her glass which she had now picked up from the table and she studied the red texture of the wine, shimmering in the dusk light. She listened to Draco and Mattheo innocently but an idea had already formed in her mind.

She wanted them both. She wanted to feel them, to fuck them, to own them. She wanted to hear Draco's name out of Mattheo's mouth and she wanted to see Draco indulge in a fantasy, he'd never had the opportunity to live until now.

She just didn't know how she could make it happen.

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It was already evening when Mattheo said goodbye to the last guests - the last ones except for Hermione and Draco.

Mattheo was just closing the front door with a slight movement of his hand when he noticed Hermione shamelessly lasciviously taking a seat on his large, black leather couch. Draco couldn't take his eyes off off of her, as she sat there in her dark green dress that was pulled up to her thighs. She had crossed her legs slightly with the one foot on the floor on tiptoes.

She looked as innocent as she definitely wasn‘t.

Her other foot tapped to the beat of the soft music coming from the radio that was placed on the antique wooden table next to the door to Mattheo's bedroom. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth slightly open and a soft sigh made it out of her mouth at that moment.

Draco stared at Hermione and didn't notice Mattheo stepping up behind him. Mattheo stopped a few inches behind Draco and inhaled his scent, his eyes never leaving Hermione. Then, as if nothing had happened, he walked around Draco and lightly elbowed him in the side.

“That was a good party, wasn't it?,“ he laughed mockly, more to get Draco's attention than for any other reason. Hermione opened her eyes and looked over at the two men - almost in surprise. They weren't standing far from her.

“Mattheo..,“ she said in a softly tone and in a voice that made both men immediately look back at her, “..you could visit us tomorrow. Draco has discovered that he seems to enjoy fumbling half-naked on his new motorcycle.“

After all, her expression was innocent, as were her movements, but Draco saw exactly where she was getting at.

He looked into his wife's beautiful eyes and by Merlin, he wished he could have taken her right here and now - right there on the couch. On Mattheo‘s couch. With Mattheo watching them.

Hermione gave him that kind of look which made her irresistible to him and he could feel how much it aroused him. It took him a lot of strengh not to run over to his wife and fuck her right on the spot.

“I don't know.. what are you thinking about it, Draco? The two of us, half-naked and tuning up a motorcycle?“ An innocent smile played around Mattheo's lips. It was in complete contrast to what his eyes were showing.

‚Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.‘

Draco could hear Mattheo's thoughts in his mind. It was the first time he had let him inside his head in ages.

‚Take me. Please.‘

Draco gulped. He tried not to show anything to Hermione. He was still standing there with his body turned towards Hermione and Mattheo beside him. Their shoulders were nearly touching. Draco would have loved to turn around to Mattheo.

‚You can have me. I'm your’s.‘

Mattheo's thoughts in Draco's head grew louder and louder. He couldn't concentrate on anything other anymore.

Hermione watched the scene intently. She could tell from the way Draco clenched his fingers in a fist and then stretched it out that he was bound by Mattheo. She knew that not much was missing for him to give in to him, but she also knew that this wouldn't happen this evening. She would have to talk to Draco first, because without her permission he would never get involved in anything else then only them two.

“See you tomorrow, Mattheo. Around 7pm?“

Hermione's voice literally cut through the air and tension between the two men. Mattheo cleared his throat. “Of course. See you tomorrow then.,“ he whispered. His voice was shaky. After a few seconds Mattheo turned around and escorted his last guests for the evening to the front door.

‚Tomorrow?‘

Draco heard Mattheo‘s question in his head, just as Mattheo slowly closed the door behind the two of them.

Hermione took his hand and as his fingers wrapped around hers, Hermione opened her mind to him. It wasn't a long walk home, so they walked. They spoke wordlessly, Hermione thinking and Draco reacting with his body language.

‚He wants you.,‘ Hermione thought. Draco squeezed her hand lightly as a sign he had heard her.

‚What's stopping you? I could see you struggling not to give in to him.‘ Draco sighed softly, almost silently. He shrugged his shoulders. He didn‘t know what to say.

‚I want to see it.‘ Hermione just thought it with no other words to not mislead the statement. ‚I want to feel you both.‘

Draco now stopped and turned to face Hermione. “Did I get that right?,“ he asked his wife. Hermione didn't even bat an eyelash when she said it out loud again.

“I want to feel you both. I want to see you fuck him.“

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At 7 p.m. sharp there was a knock on the large glass front door that had separated the Malfoy's home from the rest of the world for several years already.

Hermione opened the door for Mattheo.

She had come up with an special idea for this warm summer evening. Draco had disappeared outside to the garden for over an hour ago already.

If Mattheo walked through the Manor and through the other glass door in the huge bay window which leads to the garden, he would spot Draco with nothing on but only wearing black sweatpants.

Hermione was wearing her long, red sundress which had a slit on one side, that started right at her waist and went down to the bottom. She was tired of looking innocent. Tonight, she wanted to be anything but that.

At least she hoped so.

“Good evening, Mattheo.,“ she whispered attractingly, as he stepped through the door into the Manor. He tried not to stare at her bare skin, but he noticed that she wasn't wearing any underwear. It was unmistakable - no matter where he placed his gaze on at her body. She looked amazing standing there, barefoot and with her long loose hair falling in curls over her big breasts.

“Hello, Hermione.“ Mattheo swallowed hard. In fact, he had never seen his friend's wife like this before. He couldn't help but wonder what lay underneath the thin layer of fabric which she used to hide her curves with from other people's eyes. Hermione smiled.

“Draco is outside in the garden. You surely want to see him first?,“ she asked him with an innocent expression on her face. Mattheo didn't take his eyes off her bare hips. „I wouldn't mind staying here a little longer..,“ he breathed.

„Would you like a drink?,“ Hermione asked him, leading the way towards the kitchen. „I've got a really good brandy in my cupboard..“

“Brandy sounds good.,“ Mattheo answered her, with more than desire for the drink in his voice. And Hermione.. she liked the feeling he gave her with it.

Slowly she opened the cupboard that hung over the kitchen counter. It was where Draco kept his most expensive brandy and whisky. “It‘s really good.. it‘ doesn‘t taste too tart.. and has a fruity note..,“ Hermione began to explain to Mattheo - But Mattheo was staring out of the window. Hermione followed his gaze.

He was staring at Draco.

Draco was kneeling next to his motorcycle, working on one of the wheels.

“I know what you want.,“ she said with a slight undertone in her voice that immediately drew Mattheo's attention back to her. “Your facial expression can't be mistaken. You‘re almost drooling, looking at him.“

She turned away without waiting for an answer and picked up one of the glasses on the wall cabinet to fill it with expensive brandy. Mattheo really didn't know what to say. He felt bad the night before after the two left. Mostly because he was afraid that his friends had felt completely different about the situation than he did. He may have misunderstood Hermione.

“Do you want me to leave?,“ Mattheo asked Hermione. But she just shook her head, causing her brown locks to fly slightly around her head. Then she laughed and handed the glass to him. “No, quite the opposite. I already told Draco..,“ she replied while reaching for another glass. “I can't wait.“

She didn't look at Mattheo as she was saying these words.

Mattheo‘s gaze lingered on her for a long time, before he did finally take a sip of his brandy and looked back at Draco in the garden. “What did he reply to that?,“ Mattheo demanded, his excitement evident in his voice and without taking his eyes off the man.

“He didn't need to say anything. Just seeing his breathing pick up speed when I told him I want to see you two fuck was enough.“

Hermione tapped on the kitchen window cautiously. The sound surprised her husband slightly, so that he looked over to the window, confused.

Noticing not only Hermione in the kitchen but also Mattheo, his expression changed immediately and he got up from the grass he had been kneeling on.

His muscles seemed to dance in the glare of the evening sun as he moved. Even Hermione wondered how she deserved him and his body. She called herself lucky every time she took Draco‘s clothes off or kissed him.

Her gaze rested on his hip. A moment later, as he stepped out in front of the bike, Hermione could see that he wasn’t thinking about the motorbike the whole time.

He definitely had indulged into more hotter thoughts.

Draco raised a hand in greeting and pointed to the right, where the door of the terrace was separating the garden from the house. He made his way there and with every step the bulge in his pants became more than obvious.

Hermione pulled Mattheo with her by the sleeve. “Come, go greet your host.,“ she laughed softly. Mattheo didn't need to be told twice. He was at the door before Hermione, right when Draco who had kicked off his shoes and was stepping into the living room. “Hello, Mattheo.,“ Draco greeted him and kissed Hermione passionately.

‚I want you to kiss me like that.‘

Mattheo pushed himself into Draco's head, causing him to flinch at his words. Draco's lips didn't break away from Hermione as he opened his eyes and stared at Mattheo, who had come up behind Hermione.

Draco looked at Mattheo's lips, and actually for a moment imagined what it would be like to kiss him. His grip on Hermione's waist tightened. How badly he wanted to kiss him too..

Mattheo was only a few inches away.

Hermione opened her eyes and caught the look her husband was giving his friend. She broke away from Draco. “Kiss him.,“ she breathed into Draco's ear, after slowly getting up on her tiptoes and bending towards him. Draco kissed her forehead slowly, not looking away from Mattheo.

A heartbeat later he bridged the space between them in only one step.

Mattheo's mouth was slightly open, his lips glossy, his breathing fast and shallow. His heart was beating like crazy. He had been waiting for this moment for years already. Even if he had never admitted it to himself: His desire for his friend grew more and more over time - until he could hardly bear it anymore. That‘s why he told Draco the evening before.

Draco looked Mattheo straight in the eyes as he ran his hand through his hair, pulling his head towards him. The room around them seemed to pulsate, so loud echoed their heartbeat in their ears.

Finally - after what felt like an eternity - their lips touched.

Hermione couldn't help, but admit that the sight of the two men drove her insane. They kissed with a passion Hermione had otherwise only experienced from Draco when he fucked her.

Hermione‘s hand, which she had used to brush her hair out of her face a second ago slowly wandered down her body. He didn’t take her eyes off her husband. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter the longer she watched them.

It was like being addicted. Hermione couldn't stop.

Draco's left hand had meanwhile travelled down Mattheo's back and was gripping his perfect ass. Mattheo moaned softly into Draco's mouth, which only made him harder..

Suddenly, Hermione stepped up to the two and put her hand on Draco's shoulder. Almost reluctantly he broke away from Mattheo and looked at her. A smile played around Hermione's lips. “I'm going upstairs.,“ she said softly. “Will you two be following?“

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Hermione walked into her bedroom and immediately pulled the dress over her head, only to drop it on the floor. The wetness between her legs had become unbearable for her, and with a soft sigh, she sank down on her bed. She ran her fingers over her nipples which instantly stiffened and wondered when her husband would be coming upstairs with Mattheo.

Her thoughts kept turning to the scene of how passionate her husband had looked while kissing Mattheo. She could feel the heat only too well that this thought triggered in her midst. Lost in thought, she slipped her hand between her legs and moaned softly at her own touch.

The next moment the bedroom door opened.

Hermione turned her head slightly, still moaning, only to see her husband standing in the doorway, breathing heavily and dragging Mattheo behind him. He barely walked a few steps into the room when he pulled Mattheo to him and caught his eye.

“Get on your knees, love.,“ he breathed. Mattheo immediately did as Draco asked.

Draco slipped his pants off his hips and they fell to the floor without much effort. Out came his perfect cock, thick and veiny, and Hermione was almost a little jealous that she wasn't in Mattheo's place now. She was still lying on the bed, but now had her legs apart so that Draco could stare at her most intimate part. Her gaze met her husband's.

‚I'm almost losing control.‘

Draco parted his lips slightly in response to her question and licked his tongue across them. „Not now. I want you to cum on my cock, when I fuck you.“ His tone was assertive, just as Hermione was used to from him.

He turned back to his - now - lover. “Open your mouth, love.,“ Draco cooed with a lascivious grin to Mattheo, who was kneeling in front of him and looking up at him with a longingly expression on his face.

Draco grabbed his hair again when Mattheo finally opened his mouth and let Draco's full length slide down his throat. Draco groaned softly, as did Mattheo. His moans grew louder the more he ruthlessly fucked Mattheo's throat. They completely forgot everything around them for a minute..

“All you could think about since last night was 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me' and how you moan my name.,“ Draco said to Mattheo and his voice grew darker as he became more aroused.

Hermione pulled her fingers out of her slit and slowly got up from the bed. With a few steps she was beside them and kissed Draco passionately.

“Oh fuck, Mattheo.,“ Draco moaned his name into her mouth. Hermione chuckled. “Look at him Princess, look how well he's taking me.“ He spoke with an effort and Hermione could see his longing for release in his eyes. “Do it.,“ she whispered in permission into Draco's ear.

Mattheo had his eyes half closed and was moaning with every thrust. “Fuck Mattheo, this feels so good.,“ Draco moaned again, his thighs shaking. “I want you to say my name.“ Mattheo groaned more and he said Draco's name, but the sound was muffled. Draco gripped his hair tighter. “Louder.,“ he commanded him.

“Draco!,“ Mattheo moaned again, as Draco pulled his cock out of his mouth for a second. 'You're my good boy.,“ Draco whispered, admiring the saliva dripping from Mattheo‘s chin and picking up where he left off. Hermione kissed him again and slid her hand up to his butt, to press him even tighter into Mattheo's mouth.

“I'm so close, wait until you can taste me, wait.. soon..,“ Draco tilted his head back, “I'll fill your throat and make you swallow all my pureblood cum.“ Draco moaned with lust as he took a few final thrusts down Mattheo's throat, filling his mouth completely. And the good boy Mattheo was, he swallowed it all.

Hermione thought, she would tear apart in lust.

Draco opened his eyes and looked at Hermione. “Fuck me.,“ she whispered and pulled her husband to the bed with her. “Kneel down on the bed, princess. It's your turn now.,“ Draco said, pushing her forwards slightly. Hermione knelt down on the bed facing him. “Open up, wife.,“ he commanded, putting his cock to her lips. Hermione grinned and willingly opened her mouth.

Mattheo came into sight from behind Draco.

“My good girl.,“ Draco moaned softly as she started sucking him, “Suck me, make me hard again.“

Mattheo wrapped one hand around Draco's waist, to tease his nipples and used his other hand to slide Draco's cock even deeper into Hermione's mouth. He bowed his head and placed small kisses on Draco's throat and neck.

Draco moaned more and more loudly. “You both are so fucking addicting, oh fuck..“ He was momentarily overwhelmed with all the impressions, Hermione blowing him so well and Mattheo rubbing his hard cock against his back.

“Does this feel good, Princess? Moaning all over my hard Deatheater's cock, and taking it like the good little slut you are?“

Hermione felt dizzy with pleasure. She wanted to feel him. Deep in her, where he belonged. She forced words to the front of her mind, just for him to hear it.

‚Fuck my cunt now, finally..‘

Draco pulled his cock out of her mouth. 'Lie down.', he said to Mattheo, in a tone, that left no room for contradiction. Mattheo slowly lowered himself onto the bed, not taking his eyes off Draco. “Blow his cock.,“ Draco demanded of Hermione. She hesitated for a moment, but then lowered her lips over Mattheo's hard cock with a big grin. “Oh Merlin.,“ Mattheo groaned as Hermione started sucking him into her mouth, “Your wife is a goddess.“

Draco let out a soft laugh. “I'll fuck you, until you can't walk no more, Hermione, until everything you can say is my name.“ Hermione swallowed, Mattheo's cock still inside her mouth.

“Hermione,“ Mattheo groaned, “Hermione, this is so good, please don't stop.“

Draco climbed onto the bed behind her and placed his cock right in front of her entrance. “Today you are our fucktoy, Princess.,“ he said before shoving himself deep into her tight pussy. She tensed, about to come. “Draco,“ Hermione moaned, “Draco!“

“Yes, do it again, I want to feel you squeeze my cock with your tight pussy.“

Draco fucked her with hard thrusts, banging his cock against the walls of her pussy, but he didn't stop. He knew how much Hermione loved that feeling. “You're my fucktoy, my cock looks so perfect in your sweet cunt, I can't stop watching it.“

“Draco.,“ Mattheo suddenly whimpered, “I'm coming, I can't hold it any longer.“

As soon as he said those words, he came right into Hermione's mouth, who was moaning Draco's name so loudly, that Mattheo's cum ran out of the corners of her mouth back onto his dick.

“Oh fucking hell, I love how you scream my name, and he is looking so perfekt cumming for us, bloody Merlin, I'm going to pump all my pureblood seed into you too, Princess..“

Draco pulled her off Mattheo. “You want to be our little whore, don't you?,“ he breathed in Hermione's ear, „Come on my lap.,“ he said louder this time, his voice demanding and dark. She knew what this meant. Draco lay flat on the bed and pulled Hermione onto him. “Finally..,“ Hermione breathed as she lowered herself onto his cock. Draco leaned forward and kissed her greedily.

As she started riding him, her screams got louder and louder. He clawed his fingers into her ass and caressed her breasts which were bouncing up and down. “Faster, princess, come on, squeeze every drop of cum out of me with your tight pussy.,“ he whispered to her. Hermione was no longer paying attention to him. She rode herself to the climax, she finally wanted salvation, she couldn't wait any longer.

Draco glanced over at Mattheo, who was laying on the bed next to them, watching him jerking off his cock. He kept his eyes on him as he spoke to Hermione. “Tell me how much you love my cock, fucking you so hard, wife.“ “So much, Draco.“ Hermione could barely speak.

“Love, look at me, I want you to look at me, when you cum.,“ Draco demanded of Mattheo. Mattheo opened his mouth in a silent scream, spurred on by Draco's words and his eyes were still locked with Draco's when his load shot out of his cock, directly on the bed and over Draco's thighs, who smiled and let his thumb run over Mattheo's mouth. “Don't pause, Princess, keep going.,“ Draco demanded again, turning to Hermione.

“Are you coming, Princess?,“ he moaned in her ear, “Are you coming? Tell me how does it feel to know, that I'm gonna fuck you 'til you black out?“

Hermione sat up on his cock, his words making her feel unbelievably hot. “Not yet.,“ he commanded her. “Wait.“

She whispered his name over and over, almost like a prayer. “Draco..,“ she whined and kept urging, “please let me cum!“ Her screams grew louder, as he entered her without pausing and hit her in her sweetest spot. “Not yet, princess.,“ he moaned, trying to control himself.

She wanted him to lose control.

“I can't hold it anymore..,“ she almost yelled, as he squeezed her nipple lightly, making her see stars. He slid his hand to her neck, his thumb on one side of it and the other fingers on the opposite side, squeezing it tightly, leaving traces of his fingernails on her skin. She moaned, before losing control of her breathing, but tried anyway and realized how much it turned her on. She caught his gaze and when he finally looked at her, she opened her mouth in desire and he understood. “Now cum for me, Princess. Run all your delicious liquids down my dick.“

Hermione completely lost control. Her screams were so loud, that they rang in the two men's ears. „“Your cunt feels so amazing, I'm almost there Princess, keep going, I want to see your sweet ass bouncing up and down my cock.“

“I'm coming..,“ Hermione yelled. “Me too, Princess, come with me.,“ Draco replied, unable to breathe because all of his pleasure.

Mattheo slid over to them and started kissing her neck, biting and leaving marks of him on her skin too, and reached between her legs and began rubbing her most sensitive area.

And Hermione came. She came so hard, that she actually fell unconscious on top of Draco for a moment, after her high-pitched screams had penetrated the whole manor.

Draco kissed her forehead. When she regained consciousness after a few seconds, she saw him kissing Mattheo again.

“Next time I'll fuck you.,“ he said to Mattheo and moaned into his mouth.

Hermione couldn't help, but smile.

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Prompt 6 - Scent

@jegulus-microfic March 6 Word count 886

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Regulus pulled his sleeve up to reveal the snake and skull tattoo wriggling sickly on his skin.

“This has to be a coincidence. Right? He can’t possibly know.” Evan looked to Regulus.

“I don’t know. We need to get to him fast, though.”

They raced out of the tunnel and up to Dumbledore’s office. Dumbledore had opened the floo network for them so they could get back to Rosier House after they had finished what they were doing.

He appeared out of a side door and asked for a debrief. Evan and Barty shuffled uncomfortably. They hadn’t actually seen Dumbledore yet since they’d joined Regulus.

“Evan, Barty and I have been summoned. We will have to debrief later.” Regulus told Dumbledore before stepping towards the fireplace.

“We’ll stay.” James offered.

“So will we,” Pandora said, stepping forward. “That way, I can tell those three what was said.” This was acceptable to all parties, so Regulus smiled sadly at his brother and kissed James quickly before he disappeared into the emerald flames.

They checked each over quickly, especially Regulus, as any sign of blood would be a dead giveaway. They arrived barely half an hour after they had been summoned. Regulus glanced around. They weren’t even the last ones to arrive.

Evans's father came storming over when he spotted them.

“Why has it taken you so long to arrive? I have been asked where you were.” Regulus watched as Evan shrunk under his father’s glare. Barty’s jaw tensed as he held back what he wanted to say to Rosier Sr. There were very few people that Barty was careful around, and Evan’s father was one of them.

“Sorry, Father, we were gathering potion supplies with Regulus, but it was in an anti-apparition charm on the area.”

“And it took you half an hour to get here?” Evan’s Father sneered. Regulus moved to Evan’s side.

“Sorry, Mr Rosier, that was my fault. I travelled a bit further in than we had originally planned, and we got rather muddy in our search for the ingredients I required. So we returned to your beautiful home to make ourselves presentable before we arrived.” Mr Rosier smiled a sickly smile at Regulus and bowed his head slightly to him.

“My apologies, Lord Black. If I had known Evan was with you, I would have said take all the time you need.”

“Thank you, Mr Rosier. Next time, we will endeavour to arrive in a more timely manner.” Regulus replied.

The wolves arrived after that, making a lot of noise and disturbing the quiet chatter of the Death Eaters. Remus broke away from the others after asking permission from whichever wolf was in charge of them.

Regulus heard one of them say.

“Sure, Lupin, you can go play with your little friends, but remember, when we say come, you obey.” Remus had dipped his head in submission before he limped over to Regulus.

Regulus looked him over. He was so bony.

“Hi,” He smiled at them, happy to see them. Barty reached up and pulled a twig from Remus’s hair.

“Is forest chic in this year, Lupin?” He asked with a snicker. Remus shook his head but chuckled. It turned into a hacking cough that alarmed Regulus.

“That doesn’t sound good, Lupin.” All Regulus could think of was how worried Sirius would be when he told him if he told him.

Remus sniffed the air, his nose crinkling, as he inhaled a scent.

“Regulus, why do you smell like blood?” He leaned closer, sniffing at Regulus to confirm he was correct.

“I don’t know what you’re on about Lupin.” He shot a worried stare at Evan and Barty. Remus came closer.

“Are you hurt or something?”

“Thestral.” That was all Regulus said, and Remus stepped out of Regulus’s space and stopped asking questions.

Voldemort walked in, followed closely by Bellatrix, Rodolphus and Lucius. The room fell silent as they waited for him to start talking.

“Welcome, my dear friends.” He began, opening his arms wide in greeting. “I hope that you are all well. I have called you all here tonight to tell you we have dealt a devastating blow to the Order. We have destroyed multiple drop zones for much-needed supplies.” Bellatrix began cackling and dancing about. Regulus rolled his eyes, unable to restrain himself. “I have also been informed that Sirius Black is still alive and well and has been hiding like the coward he is.” Regulus felt Remus stiffen at his side, and the few people who knew about his relationship with Sirius turned to stare at him, including Voldemort.

Remus looked around at the eyes fixed on him and spat on the floor.

“Please, master, let me kill him. Let me kill Sirius Black.” Bellatrix crooned in her scraping voice. She flung herself at Voldemort’s feet. “Please, My Lord.” Voldemort looked down at her with a sneer.

“Patience Bella. I am sure you will get you’re chance at him.”

All Regulus could think was that someone had mucked up. Someone had told the spy that Sirius was alive because they’d been so careful with keeping him out of sight. Sirius always hid under James’s invisibility cloak if he left the safe house. Which meant someone had let it slip that Sirius was alive. And Regulus thought he knew who.

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A Dance for Two (SebastianxOminisxFem!Reader)

So... I have been replaying HL and this little idea crept into my head and I did my best to write it down. First ever time writing smut and first ever time writing fiction, so please forgive any errors in my writing. I also never use tumblr so I don't know the conventions of stuff here, lol.

All characters 18+, Content warning: praise kink, cunnilingus

You checked your watch and cursed gently. It was nearly time.

Taking a moment to check yourself over, you leaned into the mirror and applied a dab of lipstick with a handy charm that Dryad, one of the more senior dancers, had taught you when you first started. Your lips were left shiny and a wicked red, mimicking the flush one might get in the heat of the moment with a passionate lover. In any case, it flattered your choice of outfit for tonight- a new one which you had just picked up. A custom-made lingerie set comprised almost entirely of black straps and buckles, and installed with a handy charm to prevent any unsavory wizards (or witches) from gaining a glimpse of anything you weren’t willing to show.

“Get a move on, Pixie!” another dancer- Thestral- called out, smacking your ass as she shimmied past. “Busy night tonight. I saw another bachelor party,” she wrinkled her nose.

Nodding, you strapped your boots and hurried along after her.

The club was busy tonight, you noticed with interest, as you made your way to your usual spot on the stage. Usually this early there were wizards here and there, but there was a certain electricity about the crowd tonight. You lost count as your eyes skimmed the faces. The lights were dimmed and the thrums of a familiar, primal beat filled the air as you gripped the pole with both hands and arched your back, tossing your hair and doing a small twist of your hips. Just an easy warm-up to get the nearby wizards interested enough to part with some galleons once you did some more complicated tricks. You lifted your lips in a smirk as you hooked your knee around the pole, lifting yourself off the ground into a gentle spin, allowing your other leg to trail around you extended, getting lost in the music.

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Nearby, two wizards sat- whom you would have recognized if you had been able to make out the details of their faces. The first, with tousled brown hair and glinting eyes, leaned into the other, who had blonde, neatly coiffed hair and startlingly light eyes.

“You won’t believe this, Ominis,” the brunette breathed, his voice catching over the words.

Ominis tilted his head with interest as the other continued, “You remember our friend from Hogwarts. The one who disappeared after graduation?”

Ominis stiffened in surprise. “What about her?” he asked cautiously.

“She’s nearly 15 feet from us, dancing and dressed in the most filthy outfit I have ever seen.”

“Describe it to me,” Ominis all but ordered, his voice deepening in a way that made his companion chuckle richly as he heard it. Sebastian leaned into him, his hand running over his friend’s thigh as he spoke.

“It’s impossibly made. Just a bunch of straps covering up the important bits. I can imagine us taking turns unbuckling each one. Imagine her begging for us to go faster as we take our time, slowly unwrapping her.” As he finished this thought, he jerked his hand off of the other’s thigh and stood up.

“I’m buying us a dance. And a stiff drink,” he declared as he turned to make his way to the bar. “Stay here and enjoy the music. I’ll be right back.”

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Leaning back into the air, you relished in the feeling of being inverted and the rush that accompanied the feeling of weightlessness as the world spun by. The lights of the club twinkled and flashed as you turned. Spreading your legs wide while holding yourself upside-down and spinning was a challenge, and your arms burned as you held yourself in place. The sweat on the palms of your hands threatened to see you slipping down. But this was the final trick of the set and the steady clink of galleons filling your corner of the stage made the exertion worth it. You pulled your legs shut and loosened your grip enough to slide down, coming down onto the palms of your hands and kicking your legs backwards to do a small handstand onto the floor, as the final pulses of music signaled the end of the set. You caught eye contact with the dancer next to you and shared a grin, as you both swept the earnings into your pouches to be counted later.

You surveyed the crowd as you stood up, gently arching your back and feeling your muscles ache gently as you gave them a reprieve. One of the bartenders, Isabelle, a gorgeous brunette, caught your eye as she made her way up to you. She tossed you a room key which you caught and she pointed to one of the back rooms. “You seem to have an admirer,” she teased, winking at you. “He seems to be your age. Really fit; not like the usual sort. And he says he has a friend with him.”

You raised an eyebrow at her. “That should make this interesting then. Hope they tip well,” Isabelle gave you another grin and waggled her eyebrows at you. “Tell me all about it! After!” she called after you. You turned to make your way to the back rooms, lazily waving a hand in her direction.

The back rooms of the club were quieter, and the music was dimmed as you stepped through the doorway separating these rooms from the main room of the dance floor. The décor was nice enough, you supposed, comprised of red carpet and soft candlelight, casting the area in a romantic glow not entirely fitting of the actions that took place in these rooms. But, you mused, whatever it took to separate wizards, and the occasional witch, from their galleons.

You took a deep breath to steel yourself before grabbing the brass key and sliding it into the keyhole of room number 2. As you entered the room, you let out a small gasp of shock as you took in the sight of the men within. These were faces you recognized from your time at Hogwarts. “Ominis?” you asked, “and Sebastian?”

“That’s right, love,” Sebastian chuckled, his legs stretched out before him as he leaned back comfortably on the sofa.

You noticed with interest that the two of them looked quite cozy on the sofa. Ominis was leaning onto Sebastian and running his hands down his arm, before hooking his hand onto the other’s chin and pulling him in for a searing kiss.

You blinked in surprise. “I always thought you two had a thing for each other, but what are you doing here?”

Ominis laughed, pulling away from Sebastian, his lips slightly swollen and parted. “We paid for a dance, Pixie,” he teased. His familiar voice had an edge to it that you didn’t quite recognize, but which sent a slight shiver down your spine which ended in your core.

Flushing in some embarrassment, you slowly walked towards them. You noticed Sebastian leaning forward with interest, his hands placed on his knees as he observed you.

“Come a bit closer, love,” he crooned and he crooked his finger, “Don’t be shy. We won’t bite, unless you as us to.”

You stopped in front of him and appraised him. He looked similar to how he did in school, you mused, with tousled, boyish hair and an impish grin. But seeing him now, having grown into his features as he matured, sent another jolt of arousal through you. Reaching out your hands with a bit of hesitation, you placed them onto his shoulders and gently lowered yourself onto his lap facing him. You watched his eyes as he admired you, they were darkened and glittered dangerously.

“Good girl,” he whispered into your ear as he leaned back. His eyes flicked over to Ominis, who had a matching look of arousal and anticipation on his face.

It was hard not to make a noise at that, and you stiffened in embarrassment, looking between the two of them.

Ominis chuckled. “Don’t you know, we’ve always been interested in you. We used to talk about you at school. You were the source of many of our mutual fantasies.”

“Don’t be shy, love,” Sebastian murmured again, into your ear. “Come here and give us the dance we paid for.”

You must be losing your mind, you decided, as you slowly gyrated your hips in time with the music. The course material of Sebastian’s pants felt incredible as you slowly glided over them.

“She looks so pretty,” Sebastian mused, leaning into Ominis. “The way she moves her hips is… exhilarating. It makes me wonder what other sorts of things she can do with her hips” Ominis grinned once more and turned his head towards you. “Seeing as I can’t see” -at this Sebastian groaned and rolled his eyes- “Come here and let me feel you.” You picked your hands up off of Sebastian’s shoulders and turned to the other, who also was, you noticed, incredibly handsome. His features were recognizable to you but sharpened and more refined with age. His hair fell into his eyes and he seemed to relax as he pulled you onto him. You settled into his lap and leaned back, arching your back and running a hand through your hair. His hands skimmed along your waist and neck, travelling upwards before twisting into your hair and pulling gently. You gasped in surprise, before letting out a soft noise of pleasure.

“Do you like this?” Sebastian murmured into your ear, coming behind you and running his hands along your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Yes…” you admitted, resting your head back against his chest, which was solid and muscular against you.

He smiled a boyish and familiar smile before grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. His lips were plush and warm against yours. Your lips moved softly together for a moment, in a chase kiss, before he let out a sharp noise and opened his mouth, his tongue sweeping into your mouth and brushing against your tongue. It felt too good, you mused, and your cunt clenched as your kiss deepened and you reveled in the taste of his mouth. Arousal washed through you sweetly, leaving you panting slightly and flushed with desire. With little warning, you felt two hands come to your chest and Ominis’ fingers pinched and rolled your nipples through the fabric of your bra, sending shocks of pleasure through you.

“You have such pretty tits,” Ominis stated, grinning as he heard your mewl in response.

Pulling away from Sebastian, you looked into his eyes as the two of you parted. He looked flushed as well, and his eyes glinted dangerously. “Let Ominis have a taste of your mouth,” he demanded. You were only too eager to comply and you swiveled on his lap to kiss him. He groaned into your mouth as you kissed, and you noted with pleasure that he was adept with his tongue as well, using it to gently massage your own.

Sebastian fell onto the sofa next to you, watching as you kissed. He lightly palmed his cock through his pants as he watched the two of you together. “Will you let us take off this wickedly sinful outfit?” he asked, his eyes dark and his voice taking on a quality that sent another jolt of arousal through you. You nodded eagerly, causing him to chuckle darkly. “Two kisses and she’s so eager, Ominis,” he teased, sending a sharp smack to your ass, “It makes you wonder how she’ll respond to other things.”

You almost felt your eyes roll into your head at that and made another keening sound into Ominis’ mouth. You could feel his lips quirk as he kissed you, clearly enjoying this.

“Start here,” you all but panted, gesturing vaguely to the large buckle at the side of your hips. Sebastian batted your hands away.

“We choose where to start, love,” he chided.

“Why don’t we make her more comfortable?” Ominis mused, and he helped lay you onto the sofa. You fell back with a sigh onto Sebastian’s lap, looking up at the two of them eagerly. Sebastian ran a finger down the center of your chest and popped open the buckle holding your bra together at the front. As he revealed your chest, he gently palmed your right breast and squeezed it, feeling its weight.

“You know,” he mentioned with amusement in his voice, “Our Pixie has filled out since we left Hogwarts.”

“I noticed that as well,” Ominis replied, cupping your left breast in his hand.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “How do you even know?” you demanded, “You’re blind!” Ominis chuckled, “I did hug you, you know. Many times. And I have Sebastian to thank for describing your lovely tits to me and providing the visuals, as it were.”

You groaned in frustration, though this quickly turned to one of pleasure as Sebastian began to gently pinch and roll your right nipple between his fingers. “I told you we talked about you in school,” he reminded you, and you could tell he was grinning even with your eyes closed.

It was an interesting thought- the two of them discussing you and pleasuring themselves-, you mused, as you arched your back into his hands, chasing pleasure as the two men laved attention on your breasts. You wondered what kinds of things the two of them got up to together in the boys’ dormitory at Hogwarts when you all were younger and still at school. At least, speaking for yourself, you had pleasured yourself before tucked into your bed at school following evenings in the Undercroft with the two of them. “I thought about you as well,” you admitted.

“Oh really?” Sebastian grinned. “Share your thoughts with the class, Pixie. Ominis likes it when you talk”

You flushed in embarrassment as he used your stage name. “I always thought you were both sexy. And those times the three of us spent cozied up in the Undercoft... I always wondered what kinds of things we could get up to.”

“Let us show you one of our fantasies,” Ominis urged, and you gasped as he ran a hand down your inner thigh, gently stroking the sensitive flesh there. “We used to talk about taking turns eating your cunt and we wondered how good it would taste.”

“Yes please,” you breathed, reaching out your hands and pulling Sebastian closer to you. He was all too eager to comply and he leaned down, his breath hot against your neck as he ran his tongue along the skin under your left ear. While he did so, you felt Ominis’ breath against your cunt as he knelt onto the floor and settled between your legs. “Spread your legs, love,” he asked you, nipping at the skin of your thighs. His hands gently urged your legs apart as you relaxed and revealed yourself to him. His fingers skimmed along the fabric of your panties before finding the buckles which popped open with a click and caused the scrap of fabric to fall onto the sofa. “You look like you were made for this” Sebastian whispered into your ear, his breath warm and his voice rich as he spoke to you. “Your legs spread open and your cunt on display for us.”

With your panties removed, Ominis ran a finger along your slit teasingly. “Oh, Sebastian,” he murmured. “She’s drenched.”

Sebastian groaned and his cock, already pressing into your back as you laid onto him, twitched and jerked in response to the others’ words and for how much you desired the two of them.

With that, Ominis began to softly lick at your folds, teasing you with soft laps. You whined in response and lifted your hips chasing greater pressure. Sebastian returned his attention to your nipples as he continued to whisper wicked things into your ear.

“That’s it. Good girl. Look at you so eager to receive his attentions.” You could only moan in response, bucking your hips again as the other continued to lightly tease your clitoris.

“More,” you demanded, before sighing in relief as Ominis seemed to take pity on you and began to lick you with more pressure, focusing on your engorged clitoris. His tongue expertly applied pressure in a steady rhythm, and you spread your legs wider as you chased the pleasure he was giving you.

“Let us make you feel good,” Sebastian murmured, continuing to squeeze and pleasure your nipples, somehow matching the rhythm that Ominis was setting with his tongue. “Keep making those pretty noises and let Ominis know how well he’s doing”

You let out a sharp cry as Ominis’ tongue made gentle, firm circles onto your clitoris, and your legs began to shake as you felt the pleasure beginning to build. His tongue was soft and smooth against the delicate folds of your cunt, and every sweep of his tongue along your slit caused you to jerk your hips to encourage him to apply further pressure. His hands were large and his grasp was strong as he held your hips down, his fingers digging into your hips and bruising the softness there. The inability for you to move caused the pleasure building in your gut to increase as he continued his expert ministrations. He circled, sucked, and nibbled on your clitoris, moaning into your cunt as he devoured you. And suddenly with no warning you felt your orgasm crashing around you. You felt your back arch sharply and your legs shake as you rode out the pleasure, a litany of moans and disjointed words leaving your lips. Ominis lightly tongued your clitoris as you came, prolonging the waves of pleasure and riding it out with you.

“She tastes so good. Tangy and sweet. Even better than we imagined she would,” you registered Ominis say, dimly and with a far-away quality, as you closed your eyes and reveled in the delightful bonelessness and satiation that the orgasm brought you.

“I want to have her cum on my mouth next time,” Sebastian mused, running his hands up and down your arms as he brought you down from your high.

Regaining awareness, you looked up at Sebastian and admired the arousal you saw, his eyes darkened with desire. “When can next time be?” you asked and shared a grin with him.

“Well, what time do you get off work?”

#sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy au #smut #my brain wouldn't stop until I wrote this down #reader x sebastian sallow x ominis gaunt #reader insert #female reader #x you

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jilymicrofics · 1 year

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Today’s submission is a bit different - another non AO3 submission!

Author #13 | Title: alcohol | Not Rated

Prompt/s: alcohol

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The world shifts dangerously under his feet; James tumbles back inside the Common Room, all thoughts of joining his friends for breakfast leaving his mind. He can't stomach any food at the moment; in fact, the very thought of food makes his inside churn and all he wants is his bed again...

"Hey."

He turns around, which is not the best idea in his current state; his inside makes another turn now when his gaze finds Lily Evans' face, though it is a spin far more pleasant than anything the alcohol has caused him so far.

"Hey." There, one word, he managed it.

She shifts her weight from one foot to another. "How are you?"

"G-great."

She doesn't seem to believe him. "Black had enough firewhiskey last night to light a Guy Fawkes bonfire."

Her words made no sense to him, so James just watches her face, as careful as he can to not cross any of the lines that he’s been observing so diligently lately. Evans doesn't look mad; in fact, James almost thinks she seems amused, so he finds himself just admitting, "I feel like a thestral just walked over me."

"How is that for a rite of passage?" She asks, almost laughing now; some lost part of him remembers Sirius calling getting drunk on the 17th birthday the most important rite of passage there was for adulthood. James hadn't known she was paying attention. "Here, I've got something for you."

And she hands him a potion.

"It’s for your hangover—consider it a birthday gift, James." He freezes. Evans places a strand of her hair behind her ear, not quite looking at him now. "You were nice last night.”

“Was I?” He tries to force his mind to remember, but there are only glimpses of his birthday party, and none of them involve Evans, something that is unforgivable. “Should I repeat it?”

She laughs softly. “No, I don’t think you should get drunk so soon again, give your liver a break.” A quick glance at him. “You just said you were sorry for acting like a toerag before.”

“Oh.” His head hurts. “I am, really.”

“I know.” She looks sad for a moment. “That makes all the difference.” Then Evans forces a brave smile on her face. “Aren’t you heading down to breakfast? This potion works better if you eat something.”

“Ah, sure, yeah.” He bites his lip for a moment. “Thanks for the—ah, for this birthday gift, Evans.”

“Don’t mind—and I thought we had agreed last night to treat each other by first names. Unless that was just the alcohol talking?”

“No,” he says, rushed, heart pumping in his chest. It takes all effort to keep his face from a grin. “No alcohol, Lily.” It’s almost a test, but she doesn’t seem upset by the way he calls her name. “So—thank you, Lily.”

Her smile seems more natural now. “You are welcome, James.”

The sound of his name on her lips is far more enticing than anything he has drunk the night before.

#jilymicrofics events #mystery microfic may event 2023 #jily #jily fic #james potter #lily evans #jple

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sitp-recs · 1 year

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Hi, please help, I beg!

I just had to rage quit a fic with Draco pining over Harry and going "oh, he doesnt want me, of course", "why would he ever return my feelings", "i should tell him but that will ruin our friendship for sureeee", etc....for 30 chapters (at least! 60 more till the end😅) My fault, of course, I should have quit ages ago. Anyway, can you recommend Draco that knows his worth, knows he's a catch, knows he's hot and smart and most importantly knows that Harry knows all those things too and can see perfectly well that Harry WANTS him back.

Hi anon! I see you have strong feelings about Draco 😂💜 you’re a champion for reading 30 chapters of slow burn, my body literally cannot take it. Personally I adore a quirky, proud Draco but I also think it makes sense to see him a bit wrong-footed and insecure when he’s around Harry, considering his/their past. In any case here’s some sexy and confident Draco for you, I hope you enjoy!

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#asks #anon #drarry reclist #confident Draco

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dropsofnightshade · 11 months

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Recapping Chapters 76 - 80

Day Six of the DAYS Gathering:

Harry attends his second Quidditch workshop in the morning, and then after lunch he has the second half of his Wandcraft workshop. The students go outside to conduct the ritual to attempt to bond their chosen core to the wood they have prepared. They encounter one of their hosts, Juliette Vayssière, who is there to guide them on where to conduct the ritual and also to witness it.

Harry is able to successfully complete the ritual, creating a yew wand with a thestral hair core. He is left exhausted from the process. Madam Alarie pulls him aside to talk — she tells him he has a gift for ritual magic. She offers him an apprenticeship with her, to commence when he turns seventeen. Wandmaking apprenticeships last for five years, which is a big commitment. Harry is not sure what he wants to do, but Madam Alarie encourages him to think on it — he has plenty of time to consider his options.

Harry is tempted to keep the wand he has created; he feels attached to it. However, he knows instinctively it will not work as well for him as his holly wand. He knows it is destined for someone else, and so he agrees to sell it to Madam Alarie.

That evening is the ball to wrap up the end of the DAYS gathering. Harry and his friends end up arriving later than planned, and they have to split up onto seperate tables. Harry and Daphne have no choice but to sit on a table with Finn Vogel, and some of his friends.

Finn behaviour continues to be frustrating, but Harry doesn’t actually mind the other boy’s friends. One of them, Jan, is a Durmstrang boy sponsored by the Sowa family. When Harry asks if he knows Kasia and Malina, he confirms he does. He mentions Kasia’s uncle Piotr Sowa is famous for being the youngest duellist to ever win the European tournament.

Harry and his friends have a wonderful night on the dance floor, and at the end of the evening Harry and Daphne take their time walking back. Mischa offered to take them to the after party, before realising they are probably a bit young.

Harry parts ways with Daphne, and heads to the boy’s section of the dormitories.

He encounters a shocking scene — Blaise has another Altomare-sponsored boy pinned up against the wall, wand in hand. When they become aware of Harry’s presence, Blaise is horrified.

After the other Altomare sponsored boy has left, Blaise letting him go, Harry presses his friend for answers. Blaise refuses to say anything, begging Harry not to ask him. Harry realises Blaise is scared.

They are interrupted by Liam coming out of the dormitory, having heard noises. Blaise leaves soon after — Liam checks in on Harry to ask what happened, but Harry doesn’t answer truthfully he doesn’t even know what happened.

Day Seven

On the final morning of the DAYS gathering, everyone gets up to pack and spend some final moments together before parting ways. Harry spends time with Daphne, her roommates, and his own roommates. They chat about birthdays, and Harry realises he never RSVPd to Draco’s birthday invitation. He could not attend due to being in France, and he had mentioned it in the last week of school to Draco. But he had not responded to the actual invitation. Harry feels terrible, and resolves to apologise to Draco when he gets home.

Harry also learns who sponsored each of his new friends.

There is a farewell lunch, and then everyone is saying their goodbyes to head home. Harry and Daphne need to find Karin Battenberg in the courtyard to be escorted back to their families, but Harry is on a mission to find Blaise before he goes. He tells Daphne he needs to use the bathroom and slips away.

He tracks Blaise down, finding him standing a short distance away from the crowd. He confronts Blaise, but the other boy implores him it is not a good time, and he needs to go. Harry is hurt, but he agrees to leave. However, before he can do so, a man and woman arrive.

Harry’s magic reaches out to both of them, and the closest he had felt such a feeling was around Blaise. He notices how scared Blaise is at their arrival, which raises his hackles.

He learns the woman is Amara Zabini, Blaise’s mother, and the man is Dante Altomare, Blaise’s sponsor.

Amara Zabini reveals herself to have the same ability as Harry; she has wandless magic like him. She also uses Legilimency on him to inform him telepathically, ‘I see you’.

Blaise insists Harry needs to go, and the adults allow him to leave. Before he goes, Blaise hugs him and whispers in his ear to stay away.

As Harry leaves, he feels Amara’s magic reach out to him and touch him. Her magical touch hurts, and as he flees through the crowd it’s almost as though he can still feel it touching him.

Harry arrives back to Karin, who takes he and Daphne back to the hotel in Paris their families are staying at.

Harry confesses to Sirius, Arcturus and the Greengrass family what happened, and they are furious on his behalf. Harry theorises Blaise and his mother might be related to the Altomare family, based on the fact their magic felt the same way to him as Dante Altomare’s did.

Sirius makes Harry promise him that he will stay away from Blaise. Daphne is expected to not see him outside of school.

Harry meets with Nikolai Drozdov, and sees Mischa again. Nikolai affirms he is happy to teach Harry, and Dora too for that matter. They eventually agree that Harry and his guardians will travel to Russia over the Yuletide school holidays that year for a couple of days, to allow Harry to begin his Metamorphmagi training. If all goes well, he might be staying with the family for a longer visit over the summer holidays next year.

Meanwhile back in Britain, Draco is aware his parents are fighting. He is also upset at Harry for forgetting to RSVP to his birthday invitation, and has been talking with Theo and Pansy who are encouraging his anger and resentment.

Narcissa and Lucius have a tense confrontation, where Narcissa is demanding an answer out of Lucius for an ultimatum she gave him. He had until Harry returned from overseas to decide. She is demanding he make an Unbreakable Vow, to do everything in his power to advocate for Harry, and to protect him. After her sister Bellatrix implied the Dark Lord might have returned, or be returning, Narcissa has been on high alert. She wants Lucius nowhere near Harry without assurances.

After a tense stand off, Narcissa agrees to compromise. She will not ask for the Unbreakable Vow, but she does ask that he sign a binding contract. If he harms Harry, aids another to do so, or stands aside knowing harm is coming to Harry, Lucius will surrender custody of Draco. He will also forfeit all assets to Narcissa. She threatens to walk out on him if he does not agree to her terms. Lucius, backed into a corner, agrees.

Once Narcissa has left, Lucius reflects on the diary on his study bookshelf, the strange item the Dark Lord gave him years ago. For a moment he considers moving it somewhere, but he quickly dismisses the thought.

It is revealed that the diary is attempting to influence Lucius, using his moments of emotional vulnerability to breach his Occlumency shields. The diary is aware it needs an easier target though.

Harry is back in England and aware Draco is upset with him. He focuses on his Runecraft intensive course with Rosie, and visits Neville too. Neville has decided to have a birthday party, and mentions inviting Blaise. He notices Harry’s strange reaction to the mention of the boy, and asks Harry what is wrong. Harry can’t tell Neville the truth, but he explains things are weird between he and Blaise right now, and he can’t see him. Neville is worried but understanding, and confirms he will let Harry know whether Blaise plans on coming.

A week after returning to England, Aunt Cass comes to visit Harry and his guardians. They inform her about the incident with Amara Zabini, and she agrees to share what she knows about the woman. However, because Harry has not yet learned Occlumency, he will not be allowed access to hear anything. He does though get confirmation from Aunt Cass that she believes Amara Zabini is part of the Altomare family.

A few days later, Harry wakes in the middle of the night to noise downstairs at Grimmauld Place. Narcissa and Draco have arrived seeking shelter for the night — the Ministry have raided Malfoy Manor. Sirius insists on travelling to the manor to assist Lucius, and Narcissa is extremely grateful for her cousin’s support.

Narcissa is convinced the raid has something to do with the Battenberg family. Arthur Weasley signed off on the raid, and his sister-in-law is Karin Weasley née Battenberg. The following morning the Tonks family arrives and Pollux Black too. They are all there to support Narcissa and Draco, and to wait for news from Lucius.

Harry and Draco are able to make amends, with a little help from Dora mediating.

Sirius arrives, and informs everyone that he, Lucius and Gareth Greengrass met with Amelia Bones to report the incident and lodge a formal complaint. Madam Bones was furious, however Arthur Weasley’s actions were technically legal. It is unlikely he will suffer worse than a reprimand.

Narcissa decides it is time to return to the manor, but Draco is reluctant to go. Narcissa lets him stay at Grimmauld Place, and goes home alone. She and Lucius discuss the situation, and Narcissa asks if Lucius does not still have some sway with the Minister. Lucius reveals any goodwill he had with Fudge was torn to shreds when the Battenbergs took aim at their family. Lucius has been trying, unsuccessfully, to meet with Fudge for some time. His attempts have always been rebuffed, and the latest excuse provided by his office is that the Minister is busy entertaining the chairperson of the Berlin Trading Board. That same organisation has all but blacklisted Lucius, on orders of the Battenberg family.

Lucius has realised how important it is to surround themselves with people they can trust and rely on. He agrees to sign the contract Narcissa has prepared for him, and Narcissa is relieved. However, Lucius thinks privately that Narcissa is naive to think the existence of the contract, and repercussions if Lucius breaches it, will satisfy the Blacks. If the Blacks find out they kept the return of the Dark Lord from them, they will not be forgiven.

Harry has an appointment with Specialist Healer Evelyn Byrne, to check if there was any damage from his encounter with Amara Zabini. At first, they try to keep the real purpose of the appointment vague, but when Evelyn pushes back about not continuing the appointment without good cause, Arcturus makes the call to tell her the truth.

He does not give her the name, but he confirms someone entered Harry’s mind without his consent recently. Evelyn presses for more information, and the identity of the perpetrator, but the Blacks refuse to say who it is. They insist the person is dangerous, and they do not know how far their influence reaches.

Evelyn lets it rest for now, but warns the Blacks if she has any doubts in the future that Sirius and Arcturus are not acting in Harry’s best interests, she will report them. The examination reveals no damage or lingering influences on Harry’s mind.

Harry enjoys Neville’s twelfth birthday party, as Blaise had replied to say he was still in Europe and unable to attend. On his own birthday, he does not have anything planned, but he enjoys opening his letters and presents from friends both near and far, including his new friends from the DAYS gathering.

Arcturus and Sirius were taking him to dinner and then a Quidditch match, and Harry arrives at the restaurant to find a surprise waiting for him; the Greengrass family, Ezra, Neville and Draco are present. He is touched, and excited to have dinner with everyone. Daphne, Astoria, Neville and Draco come with Harry and his guardians to the Quidditch match.

Shortly after his birthday, Harry has a sleepover with Draco at Malfoy Manor. Draco tells Harry that his parents have been fighting over the holidays, but they are doing a lot better now. He also tells Harry that his father has been struggling to maintain business connections around Europe, because he has upset a powerful German family.

Harry knew the Battenbergs had been displeased with the Malfoys and Notts for the ways their Heads had voted, but his guardians had kept him in the dark about the extent of the difficulty for either family.

That night, Harry struggled to get to sleep. He decided to get up and ask a house elf for either a Dreamless Sleep potion or some tea to encourage sleep. When he calls for a house elf, he encounters one that is familiar to him — Dobby.

Dobby appears to have some sort of meltdown around Harry at the simplest expression of kindness, and another house elf appears to send Dobby away and assist Harry instead. Harry asks the new house elf, Jaffa, if Dobby is normally like that. Jaffa admits Dobby is different, but that does not mean he is unable to serve the Malfoys. Jaffa does not seem to want to talk about it any further, and so Harry drops the topic. He asks for some tea, and Jaffa prepares it for him and leaves him.

As Harry drinks his tea, he becomes aware of his magic humming underneath his skin, acting in the way he had only experienced on sacred dats when near ritual magic. He pays proper attention, realising the restlessness tonight had something to do with the reaction of his magic to something in Malfoy Manor. He felt called, in the same way he had felt around Slytherin’s Locket.

Before he could explore it further, Draco and Narcissa come bursting out of Draco’s bedroom — another Ministry raid is about to happen and they have to leave now. Harry, Draco and Narcissa manage to leave without encountering any officials, Jaffa getting them out to Grimmauld Place safely.

Word arrived a day or so later that the Notts had been raided too that same night. There was an emergency meeting of Morgana’s Court called to discuss the matter. The debate had revolved around the Nott and Malfoy families’ belief that the Battenbergs were influencing Ministry politics, and the rest of the members of the Court evaluating whether there was any concrete evidence. Even if there had been something more than a suspicion based on Arthur Weasley’s involvement, there was arguably not a lot anyone could do if it was true.

Harry wondered though if his guardians and the Greengrass family too, might be able to persuade the Battenbergs to leave the Malfoys and Notts alone. It would have to be handled delicately though.

A letter arrived from Dion Lykaios, the boy writing to Harry as he had promised he would at the DAYS gathering. He asked how Harry had settled back home, what he had been doing on his holidays, and if he was looking forward to starting at Durmstrang. It was all very nice but generic, with the exception of the final lines of the letter, where Dion reminded Harry that if he ever visited Greece, he was welcome to visit Dion and be shown around by the other boy.

Harry arranged to meet up with Hermione and her parents to accompany the girl doing her Hogwarts shopping and catch up. No one could escort him though in his own family, and he agreed to go with the Malfoys, although he was hesitant at the idea of Narcissa and Lucius meeting Derek and Jean Granger.

On the day, Harry notices Lucius has the item on him that was calling to Harry the other night. Harry disguises himself with his Metamorphmagus ability, to avoid being recognised.

They get to Diagon Alley, and see the Grangers waiting on the steps to Gringotts. Harry has a bad feeling about introducing the Malfoys to the Grangers, and suggests they part ways so the Malfoys can get on with their shopping. Narcissa and Lucius readily agree, and Harry meets with Hermione and her parents alone.

Hermione’s parents are disappointed to not meet the Malfoys. Derek Granger in particular expresses his desire to meet Narcissa — they are distantly related of course. Harry offers to make introductions later today if that is something they want, realising it is not his responsibility how either couple might react.

Inside Gringotts, they spot the Weasley family arriving, and there is a tense moment when Arthur Weasley notices Derek Granger exchanging Muggle money, and draws attention to it. He is reigned in by Molly though, and Harry and the Grangers make their escape.

At Flourish and Blotts there is a sign out front declaring author Gilderoy Lockhart will be signing copies of his book that day. Hermione is eager to go, and so they decide to come back later.

When they return, they find a huge line outside. Harry can also sense the presence inside the shop of the item Lucius bought with him, and figures Lucius must be at the bookstore. While they are waiting there is an incident inside the shop, and Lucius storms out with Draco in tow. Neither notices Harry in disguise, with the Grangers.

Strangely, Harry feels like the item is still within the shop, and not with Lucius.

As he leaves with the Grangers, he becomes aware of the presence moving closer to him. He spots the Weasley family nearby, and his attention zeroes in on the cauldron the Weasley daughter is holding. He realises the item is, inexplicably, in her cauldron.

Without much time to think about his actions other than the strong feeling he needed to seperate her from it, Harry’s magic instinctively heated the handle of the cauldron to force the girl to drop it. It rolled, books spilling out.

Harry moved over under the guise of helping her, attention on one book in particular. He noticed she seemed confused by the book, and it convinced him that the item was not meant to be with her.

He picks it up, and it is like a homecoming to him.

Harry tells the girl that he dropped it earlier in the crowd, and thanks her for finding it. She is very shy, and eager to know if Harry is attending Hogwarts. She is disappointed when he tells her he is not.

Harry gets away with the book, lying to Hermione too that he dropped it earlier. The Grangers escort him to meet the Malfoys, and seeing how upset Lucius was earlier Derek suggests they meet the Malfoys another time. Harry agrees.

Fortunately that decision was made, because Harry overhears Lucius speaking in a derisive tone, mentioning Muggles. He learns Arthur Weasley and Lucius had a physical altercation in the bookstore.

Narcissa and Lucius speak cruelly about the Weasley family, and Harry is uncomfortable.

As soon as he gets back to Malfoy Manor, he gets Narcissa to take him home to Grimmauld Place. Once he alone in his room, he investigates the book he picked up. He learns it is a diary, and despite trying numerous spells on it, it remains blank.

The magic coming from the diary was unmistakably dark, and it hummed strongly with ritual magic. The dark magic coming off of it also reminded him of the way Blaise, his mother Amara, and Dante Altomare’s magic felt to his senses.

Harry realises there is a sentient presence within the diary, and although he knows he should tell his guardians, he hesitates. He feels the diary could be connected to the Slytherin family in some way, as the locket was, and that could be the nature of the draw to both items for Harry.

He uses runecraft on the first page of the diary to see if he can uncover any more information, and is surprised when it disappears. Words appear, asking him if he is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin.

Harry feels vindicated about his suspicion that the diary is linked to the Slytherin family, and starts writing back.

He learns the presence within the diary is called Tom, and the real Tom created the diary to preserve memory and knowledge for the heir of Slytherin. Harry is curious about there being a possible claimant, but also wary it could well be Voldemort himself, if the theory is right that he is a Gaunt.

Tom meanwhile is troubled by Harry. He knows Harry is capable of wandless magic, like himself. He suspects Harry might be a relative of his, based on the other boy’s magical strength and his Parseltongue ability. He realises he needs a far more subtle approach than attempting to seize control of the mind of the person holding the diary. In this form, he had the ability to manipulate other’s emotions as well as the ability to skim the surface thoughts of anyone holding the diary, assuming they were not an Occlumens.

Tom learns much in his early days with Harry through these means, in particular about his future self. He learns about Slytherin’s Locket, apparently stolen from his future self and hidden now with the Black family. He learns his future self attempted to kill Harry as a baby, and did succeed in killing his parents. He learns Harry survived that night because his mother used blood magic to sacrifice her own life for Harry’s. He learns there is some sort of prophecy between he and Harry, but he is not sure of the specifics.

Tom offers to teach Harry about the Slytherin family, which Harry is eager to learn about. He tells Harry there is a portrait of Salazar Slytherin hidden at Hogwarts, but Harry is dismayed to admit he is attending Durmstrang. Tom is frustrated by this.

Tom also shares that Salazar Slytherin had an aptitude for blood magic. He offers to teach Harry how to practice blood magic, as a means of cementing his usefulness to Harry and keep the boy coming back to the diary.

With each passing day that Harry writes in the diary, Tom’s strength grows.

Meanwhile, Gareth meets with Lord Shafiq to discuss what happened with the intermediary who was meant to establish communication between the Drozdov family and the Blacks. He learns there was an administrative failure on the Ministry’s part, which resulted in the intermediary closing their file.

Gareth also learns that Fudge’s office has ben interfering in the work of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. The two men speak candidly about the need for the families of the Sacred Twenty-Eight to set aside old differences to unite against a common enemy. They both agree to endeavour to persuade their seperate camps to come to the negotiating table.

Sirius takes Harry to Berlin to be fitted for his Durmstrang uniform. There, Harry encounters Finn Vogel and an adult with him. There is no opportunity to properly speak, but Finn tells Harry he will see him at school soon. His attitude is just as challenging as it was at the DAYS gathering.

Harry says his farewells to all his friends and loved ones as he prepares to leave for Durmstrang. He is taking an International Portkey to Bergen in Norway with Arcturus and Sirius on August 30th. The ship for Durmstrang departs on the 31st.

It is hard to say goodbye to Daphne in particular, who he feels he has always had by his side.

The night before Harry leaves for Norway, Tom contemplates his plans for the future. He intends on building rapport with Harry, and continuing to glean as much information as possible from the younger boy. For now, he is content to watch and wait, his strength building with each passing day.

#recap #dark heritage

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