Harry Potter AU

its fleur and bellatix fighting at the battle of hogwarts and molly pushes fleur out of the way to fight bellatrix, she then shouts, “NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU BITCH” and fleur just stops bc mrs weasley first thought of fleur as a shallow person who only liked bill for his looks and now shes like my daughter and fleur just 


Yin and Yang (Pt. 1)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: mention of torture (on Stiles)

Word Count: 2620

Notes: I’d like to thank my buddy @finding-beauty-in-my-pain because she’s always listening to my crazy story ideas and in return often gives me the best ideas back. Thank you for all your puns and keeping up with my rambling <3 :D

“A what?!”
Yeah, maybe you had to admit that it wasn’t that big of a surprise that there was yet another supernatural being in Beacon Hills.
Just thinking back to the last year, there had been all kinds of Werewolfs, Banshees, Berserkers, Onis.
Hell, Stiles had even gotten posessed by a demon once!
But as Deaton had just explained to the whole pack, it appeared that apparently witches could now officially be put on that list too.
You could already feel the headache creeping up in the back of your head.
“You are literally telling me that now that that dick of a wannabe werewolf finally got sucked into hell, we have to fight a witch? Are you-”
“Okay, but wait a second,” Stiles interrupted your sentence, “are we talking about sweet disney witch kind of evil or Bellatix Lestrange kind of evil?”
Your best friend hissed playfully at the punch against his shoulder.
The veterinarian narrowed his eyes at Stiles and you, before turning his attention back to Scott.
“Witches don’t necessarily have to be evil. We don’t know much about the one that is hidding in the preserve, but just to be sure that she’s a light witch, we have to talk to her.”
“Am I the only one thinking that this doesn’t sound like the best idea?”
And with one single sentence you had everyone’s attention.
“Whoa, just saying!” You rose both your hands in surrender at their faces, until Stiles decided to speak up in your favour.
“No, I’ve got a bad feeling about this too.”
Your snoorting laugh didn’t go by unnoticed by the pack but your eyes were fixated on the taller boy on your right.
“Really Stiles? You think now is a good time for Star Wars references?”
He placed his hand on his chest where he thought his heart had to be and gave you the most sulky look he could muster, which in the end made him look more like a cute puppy than anything else. “Your teasing hurts me.”
Stiles frowned at your laughter and shoved you gently into Scott.
“I don’t care what kind of drama we are involved in, there’s always time for a Star Wars reference and besides, nobody would have noticed if you hadn’t said anything. You are the only one who gets them anyway, which is a shame, really.”
“Guys!” Lydia scolded the both of you.
Her arms were folded in front of her chest and her furrowed brows made you look down as soon as her stare crossed yours. That women knew how to scare people.
The soft “Sorry,” spoken by Stiles and you in unision, was the last comment either one of you gave that night.

“I can’t believe that I’m actually friends with you!”
You crashed Roscoe’s door close and ran after Stiles, who was already disappearing between some dark trees that led into the woods of Beacon Hills preserve.
“You were the one telling Scott that his plan of talking to the witch was stupid.”
Stiles laughed as he looked over his shoulder and catched you glaring at him.
“And you could have stayed at home. I didn’t force you to come with me.”
“And letting you go check out that Witch’s gingerbread house all by your own - without any supernatural help?! Do you think I’m mad?”
Stiles stopped dead in his tracks and made you crash full force into his back.
“Said human #2”
He turned around and … was he actually smiling down at you?
“Stiles I swear to god, one of those days I’m actually going to kill you. No Werewolf, not Derek. I’m gonna steal Kira’s belt and gonna kill you myself!” trying to clarify your message, you bore your pointing finger right into Stiles’ chest and tried to keep your heartbeat steady, before reminding yourself that there were actually no werewolf around that could catch up on your secret.
“Your glare is getting impressive. Derek would be proud.”
He had deserved that smack against his head, and was it for his smirk only.
You’d tried to keep your eyes narrowed and your expression firm but Stiles reaction didn’t made either one easy.
Stiles expressive face wasn’t new to you, since the both of you had been friends for years, but the pain, shock and just that little bit of offence thrown into the mix of emotions, shown on Stiles’ face in a period of just about 2 seconds, broke that frown right off of your face and made you chuckle instead.
“Ha ha, very funny, (y/n)!”
“Yes, actually. Totally funny. You should’ve seen your face!”
Stiles turned back around and went on walking away from you.
You kept standing on your spot, giggling at your friend, until the loud hoot of an owl startled you into running after Stiles, who was already chuckling at your behaviour.
“Just shut up, Stiles!,” crossing your arms in front of your chest you tried to glare once again at the Stilinski boy, but he was simply pulling you into a side hug while he kept on walking. “Oh come on! You love me!”
No, I’m IN love with you. “You’re an idiot.”

You tried to get some warmth back by rubbing up and down your arms with your cold hands, but they really only reminded you of the gloves, Lydia had given you for your Birthday two weeks ago and that you’d forgotten at home.
The sky looked terryfing, huge storm clouds keeping the stars from shining through. the sound of thunder in the distance often made you look up at the dark sky and not even Stiles flashlight was able to make all the huge trees around you look less creepy.
You had never realized just how scary the preserve could be in the middle of a cold autumm night.
You pulled your phone out of the pocket of your hoodie to check the time.
It was a few minutes after 1 A.M., which meant that you had been following Stiles around the woods for almost two hours now, and besides the permanant goose bomps that were gracing both of your arms, because of your scary surroundings and the cold night air, you slowly grew tired too.
“Stiles, can we please go home now? We can talk to the others tomorrow, tell them that we think talking to the witch is a stupid idea.”
“Come on, 10 more minutes!” He wasn’t even looking at you.
The sound of a cracking branch made you grab Stiles’ arm in fear. Something felt wrong.
He finally turned around and you waited for the grin to appear on Stiles face, because laughing about each other just was your thing, but instead of showing you his stupid dorky smile, he frowned at you instead.
“Whoa, you okay?”
He gently placed his hands on your shoulders and gave you a concerned glance “If you really want to go home, we’ll go back to the jeep. We can find this dumb witch tomorrow.”
You took a last look around the dark woods before looking back into Stiles’ eyes and giving him a nood as an answer.
Something felt wrong and you really could go on with your life, without finding out why.
The taller boy gave you a last reassuring smile, before interwining your hand with his.
Stiles took a first step into the other direction, but something behind your back made him stop in his tracks, his eyes going wide.
Another branch cracked behind you.
Now you were really scared.
You slowly turned around and were greetened by two cat-like, orange glowing witch eyes, fixating the both of you in her wicked stare.
Stiles pushed you behind him.
“This dumb witch could easily turn you into a rat, if she wanted to!” she tried to keep her voice low but her angry undertone sent chills all over your skin.
Before you could say anything, Stiles started yelling at her.
“I hope you know that we have a real alpha as our pack leader! He’s going to go after you as soon as you hurt any one of us. I bet he’s already waiting somewhere to attack.”
Stiles was going to get you killed.
Her screeching voice made the sky erupt into a heavy storm.
Rain started to pour down on you and the loud thunder had you shaking like a leaf. Not even holding onto Stiles hand could calm you now.
Bright flashes of lightning were lighting up the sky and you were finally able to see her whole expression and her body, almost glowing in the scary light of the storm.
Her dark ankle-lenght dress was drenched in water and her hair was sticking out in all directions. You knew she was fuming and her black eyes were furious.
“Who would have thought that witches could be such drama queens.”
Your eyes widened in shock at Stiles words. Was the boy mad?!
Trying to pull Stiles with you and maybe get him to run away, you didn’t notice the wicked grin on the woman’s face. Not until her evil laugh made you look back up again, and you felt like her smile was even worse than her furious eyes.
“You want drama? YOU CAN HAVE IT!”
Closing her dark eyes, she rose her hand towards the sky and new lightning brightened up the trees above you.
“Stiles, please move! We have to run away!,” but it was too late.
With a swift movement of her hand, one of the thunderbolts was rushing down the trees, right into your direction.
You closed your eyes and waited for the strike to come, but before anything could happen to you, Stiles shoved you out of harms way.
Your eyes opened automatically at his touch and you tried to reach out for him but something pinned Stiles against one of the huge trees, only a second before the bright bolt could hit him.
After the ground under your feet had stopped trembling, because of the impact the bolt had had on it, you tried to get back up from the ground, ignoring your now grazed jeans and the cold water splashing into your face and onto your grazed skin, but with another motion of the Witch’s hand, you were lifted into the air.
You tried to get free of her hold, going as far as yelling at the witch to let you go, but none of it was working. She had left you unable to do anything, besides watching her interaction with the boy that meant everything to you.
The drenched boy tried to get free from her magic grip but he was just as powerless against it as you had been and it scared you.
The two of you always kept your stupid adventures to yourself.
Scott didn’t knew that you two had gone out tonight. Nobody did.
You were alone and you had no supernatural or magical powers, like all of your other friends did.
You were just human.
“Oh, you don’t like it when I involve your pretty girlfriend, do you?”
“I’m going to kill you! I swear to god, if you hurt her…”
Of course Stiles was always the first one to risk his own head by talking too much.
“Stiles! I’m fine just don’t make her angry.” turning your head away from your friend and looking at the witch, you tried to ignore Stiles’ dirty glare, that he was giving the other woman. “We never wanted to disturb you or invade your space. Just please, let us go and we’ll leave you alone.”
She just laughed at you and looked back to the boy.
“If I were you, I’d listen to the girl, Stiles. In a situation like this, a big mouth like yours is only going to make things worse, or do you actually want me to get really ugly?.”
“Wow, like even uglier than you already are?”
In any other normal situation, you would have smiled or even laughed at Stiles’ words but right now you had the urge to slap him for his big mouth.
Stiles’ sudden gasp made you look back up in shock.
You looked over to the crazy woman and watched her smirking at you, before your eyes traveled down her outstretched arm.
With every movement of her fingers, Stiles’ face screwed up in more pain until it eventually became too much and he started screaming.
The sound of it alone made you feel sick and you were tearing up immediately. “NO! NO, DON’T HURT HIM. PLEASE!”
Once again you tried to get free from her hold but it had no use. She was too strong and she gave you no other chance, but watch what she was doing to your best friend and it felt like she was torturing you too.
Once the screaming had finally stopped, you closed your eyes. You tried to set your focus on the heavy rain, that was still crashing down on you, while listening to the loud sound of thunder above you, just so that maybe you could keep your tears contained somehow, but Stiles was still panting heavily and pulled your attention straight back to him.
“Y-you know,” he breathed out, “if I had sand up my ass i’d be bitchy too. It’s -it’s not your fault. … get it - sandwitch?”
Something inside of you cracked at that.
“Stiles, shut up! JUST SHUT UP!”
You were scared and angry, but it seemed like not even torture could make Stiles stop joking around! Everything came crushing down on you and new tears came rushing down your face.
“W-why c-can’t you ever separate the jokester asshat from the quiet smart guy who knows when to keep quiet!? You’re going to get yourself killed one day …you’re going to get us both killed, if you don’t stop right now!”
Maniac laughter filled the air and with one simple movement of the black-haired woman’s hand, the rain finally stopped. The dark clouds in the sky above you dissolved into nothing and within seconds, Stiles and the witch dissapeared behind a thick wall of fog.
That’s when the witch finally let go of you.
A hiss escapted your lips, as your ankle hit the root of a tree, after you had landed on the forest ground with a loud thud.
Leaning against a tree, you pulled your legs up against your chest and tried to take a look around, but the fog was too heavy, to see anything.
You couldn’t hear anything anymore either and your now drenched clothing weren’t able to keep any warmth inside.
“Stiles?,” you called out, as you tried to stand back up, but nothing came back.
You finally had to call Scott.
But before you had the chance to even look for your mobile, the fog started to lift and as you took another look around your surroundings, you realized that you were standing alone in the middle of the preserve.
Goose bumps, that had nothing to do with the cold night air blowing against your shivering body, creeped up your skin.
“Stiles? Are you here?!”
Your voice echoed through the seemingly empty forest and with shaking hands you tried to grab your phone out of your back pocket, so that you could finally call Scott, but it slipped right out of your hands.
Two hands were gripping after it, before you had the chance to get your hands on it yourself and a scream of horror went through the woods, as you found two boys, that looked exactly like your best friend, looking shocked back to you.

Thinking About You

Harry Potter x Reader

Request: Can you do a Harry one in the ootp where you go to the ministery with them and you like harry, after bella killed sirius and dumbledore fights voldemort and harry has this inside fight w voldemort and he sees his friends family he sees you and cute? 

A/N: Sorry guys, this ended up being very dominated by Harry. It was the only way I could get the entire scene and memory/vision shit in. I hope you guys like it anyway. :)


Your name: submit What is this?

“Harry!” You yelled, casting a shield charm as the death eater threw another spell your way. Harry didn’t seem to hear you, as he fought against Lupin, whose arms were locked around Harry’s body.

“No! NO!” Harry yelled, his eyes fixated on the ghostly arch.

Bellatrix’s laugh echoed off the stone walls and you saw Harry’s head snap towards her.

“Harry, no!” You yelled, shooting a stunning spell at the death eater before running after Harry, who had taken off towards Bellatrix, a deathly glaze in his eyes.

A shot of green light zoomed past you, causing you to duck on reflex. You shot a spell back at them and snapped your head towards the door. You could after Harry, or stay here and help your friends.

“Dammit, Potter.” You muttered, turning your back on the door as you ran to Tonks’ side, who was battling two death eaters.


“I killed Sirius Black! I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK!” Bellatrix cackled, “HA! ARE YOU COMING TO GET ME?!”

“CRUCIO!” Harry yelled, a red light shooting out of his wand and hitting Bellatrix, who fell to the floor.

Bellatrix whimpered, turning on her back as she looked up at Harry, who was huffing as he stopped near her, his wand still aimed at her.

“You’ve got to mean it, Harry..” A voice whispered in Harry’s head, “She killed him. She deserves it…”

Bellatrix gazed up at him, a small smirk adorning her features as she noticed Harry struggle, his head whipping in spastic motions as he attempted to rid himself of Voldemort’s voice that resounded in his head.

“You know the spell… Harry…” 

Bellatrix started giggling. Voldemort’s ghostly body glided towards Harry, his face the only clear limb as the rest of his body flickered like smoke.

“Do it.” 

Voldemort’s voice was no longer in Harry’s head, Harry realised with a jolt, turning around with his wand raised. With a grunt and a swift flick of his arm, Voldemort forced the wand out of Harry’s hand, sending it clattering to the floor.

Harry froze as Voldemort looked at him with something close to disappointment, seeming almost bored as he faced his opponent. “So… weak.” Voldemort hissed.

There was a rush of green flames in one of the portals and Dumbledore stepped out, his face solemn as he glanced at the trio. Voldemort’s stance changed, his face falling slightly in disguised fear as he glanced at the only man who ever scared him.

“It was foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom.” Dumbledore spoke calmly, his wand in his hand as he steadily approached Voldemort. “The Aurors are on their way.”

“By which time, I shall be gone.” Voldemort stepped backwards, creating a distance between himself and Dumbledore, which seemed to give him some confidence as a smirk grew on his face, “And you… shall be dead.”

Dumbledore pushed Harry down, as he swung his wand sending a ray of red light towards Voldemort. This collided with the blue light shot from Voldemort’s wand, sending sparks flying. The air crackled as Dumbledore forced his power through the wand, trying to disarm Voldemort, who fought back with the same vigour.

Sparks of lightening escaped from Voldemort’s wild magic, hitting the stone walls behind which Harry hid, who covered his head with his arms, curling in on himself for protection.

There was a sudden absence of power and Harry hoped for a brief moment that Voldemort had given up. Voldemort raised his hand to his mouth, a flame of untameable fire spiralling in his palm before he sent it flying. The ball of fire shrieked as it morphed into a large snake. The flaming snake hissed as it turned it’s attention to Dumbledore, who stumbled back slightly.

Voldemort cackled at Dumbledore’s show of fear, the laughter sounding odd from a man who rarely laughed. The snake lunged it’s giant head towards Dumbledore, who with a flick of his arm, sent the head of the snake barrelling into the ceiling. With a few more arm movements, Dumbledore had destroyed the snake, instead forcing it into a wall of fire which he sent in Riddle’s direction…


“Nice one, Tonks.” You grinned at her, as the body-bind curse hit the death eater opposite you, sending him falling to the floor.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Tonks grinned, twirling her wand in her hand, “How did you get so good at duelling?”

“Dumbledore’s army.” You shrugged, “Harry has been teaching us.”

“He has, has he?” Tonks grinned cheekily, raising her eyebrows teasingly at you.

“Shut up.” You muttered, a blush rising to your cheeks. You had previously admitted your crush on Harry to Tonks, who took every moment she could to tease you about it. “Crap.” Your eyes widened in realisation, “Harry went after Bellatix!”

Tonks froze, her eyes growing as she stared at you. “GO!” She urged.

You took off, the rest of your friends following behind you.


Harry squirmed on the floor in pain and Dumbledore turned to him, crouching down at his level. Harry’s eyes darted towards Dumbledore’s, and Dumbledore started at the sudden light blue of Harry’s eyes.

“You’ve lost old man…” Harry’s voice was raspy as he spoke.

Dumbledore’s eyes widened as he recognised the voice as Voldemort’s.

“AH!” Harry threw his head back in pain as he tried to fight off Voldemort, his mind flashing through all his memories.

His mother screamed as she slammed the door closed, young Harry in her arms. Sirius was hit by the killing curse, his face portraying no pain as he stumbled back. A flash of green and Cedric’s body hit the floor, his eyes lifeless and dull. A flash of white light and suddenly Harry saw a Dementor hovering above him, it’s faceless head growing nearer to him as it reached out. A flash of green, Cedric’s body was thrown by the killing curse. Sirius fell back into the ghostly archway, his body disappearing from view.

Harry grunted from pain as he tried to expel Voldemort from his mind, his eyes still that light blue.

“Harry,” Dumbledore said softly, reaching out to him.

Harry screamed in pain as another group of memories hit him.

Mr Weasley’s body hit the floor, multiple wounds littering his body. Your body was thrown as a flash of green light hit you in the chest. Voldemort’s face appeared in Harry’s mind.

“So weak.” He spat. 

Harry saw himself back in the Gryffindor common room, staring at the flames that crackled in the fireplace. Another flash. Harry was sitting on his bed, his head snapping sharply from side to side.

“So… vulnerable.” Voldemort hissed.

Another flash. Harry stood in an empty classroom which contained nothing except for a mirror, in which Harry’s reflection stared back at him. The moonlight filtered through the dusty windows and Harry felt pain flare up in his neck once again. He shook his head violently to get rid of it.

Harry started in surprise as Voldemort looked back at him in the mirror, dressed in the same clothes as Harry.

“Look at me.” Voldemort ordered.

A flash of light, Harry saw your eyes as they blinked, crinkling in happiness.

“Harry.” Dumbledore muttered softly, “It isn’t how you are alike, it is how you are not.”

Harry screamed in pain as he arched his back.

Voldemort grinned at him, pointing his wand at Harry.

Harry glanced up at Dumbledore, who looked at him with a hopeful gaze.

“Harry…” Dumbledore said softly.

Harry stopped squirming, his body lying still on the floor, his hand or leg occasionally twitching.


You ran into the Atrium, flanked by the other members of Dumbledore’s army who had joined to fight.

Broken glass crunched under your foot as you slowed down upon seeing Harry, Dumbledore partially blocking your view of him. You stopped and let out a ragged breath, Dumbledore was back, he’d help all of you. You were safe now.

Harry’s eyes roamed over the group, and as Dumbledore shifted you saw the damage Harry had been through. There were cuts on his face, and he seemed to struggle in his own body and instinctively you moved forward to heal him.

Hermione reached out and grasped your wrist gently, stopping you from moving further. You glanced back at her and she shook her head, seeming to see and know something you did not.

Your movement caused Harry’s eyes to dart towards you, and you gazed at him sadly, wincing when he groaned in pain again, throwing his head back.


Hermione ran towards Harry, capturing him in a hug. A white flash. Harry was back at the Burrow at age eleven, and he and Ron shared a humorous glance. Lily smiled, her green eyes glittering at Harry as she stood by her husband James, who grinned down at his young son. 

Flash! Harry was in potions class, you opposite him as you stirred your potion, you glanced up at him and upon seeing him staring at you, you blushed, a smile tugging at your lips before you looked back down, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

Harry was in Grimmauld place, his godfather standing in front of him. Sirius reached out and pulled Harry into a hug.

Harry was with Hermione and Ron in Hogsmeade, they stood in the snow laughing.

Harry saw you throw your head back as you laughed at something Ron had said, your eyes catching Harry’s across the room. A white flash. You smiled at Harry as you passed him, your hand gently squeezing his shoulder as you walked past him. Flash! You ran your hands through your hair as you sat down for breakfast in the Great Hall, a tired yawn escaping your lips. Harry thought you looked beautiful.

Flash! You were in the room of requirement, learning how to cast your patronus. On your seventh attempt, a silver streak escaped the tip of your wand, barrelling into a doe, which pranced around you, causing you to laugh in wonder.

Flash! Ron, Hermione and you sat in front of the fireplace, the golden flames reflecting off you as you all laughed merrily.

Your laughter echoed in Harry’s head as the pain numbed.

“You’re the weak one,” Harry spoke, his eyes focused on the ground, “And you’ll never know love,” Harry’s eyes snapped to your face instinctively, and you gave him a small smile.

Voldemort’s sadistic smile fell from his lips and he lowered his wand slightly.

“Or friendship,” Harry’s eyes moved towards Ron and Hermione, “And I feel sorry for you.”

The Dementor pulled back, seeming to retreat. A flash of green encased Cedric’s body as he was thrown in the air, his face lifeless as he hit the grass. The giant fire snake created by Voldemort moments before flinched back, a startled hiss leaving it’s mouth. 

Harry screamed in pain once more and you flinched, locking your joints in place to stop from running to him.

Time seemed to be moving backwards; A flash of light focused to the air above Dumbledore as he clasped it.

Harry punched the glass that contained Voldemort, destroying his reflection. Voldemort flinched back, but immediately swung his wand once again. Harry punched the mirror again, and Voldemort screamed from pain, his arm falling as he flinched back.

Harry could feel Voldemort withdrawing from his mind.

Harry punched the mirror again, feeling no pain on his enclosed fist as the mirror shattered. Sirius wrapped his arms around Harry in the doorway upon which Remus leaned, a small smile on his face as he watched the reunion. You threw your arms around Harry’s shoulders, pulling him into a hug, causing a small warmth to bloom in his chest.

Suddenly, the air around Harry swirled, the dust creating a small vortex around him. 

Time seemed to still. The dust particles slowed down, and no one moved. Your body was frozen, your arm outstretched as you tried to reach to Harry and force yourself from Hermione’s grasp, where she clenched the material of your jacket in her hands.

Harry panted in relief as he felt the pressure on his lungs disappear. Voldemort approached Harry, leaning at the waist to look down at him.

“You’re a fool, Harry Potter.” He hissed, “And you will lose…everything.”

There were multiple crackles of green flames as the members of the Ministry emerged from the fireplace, starting when they saw Voldemort, who disapparated with the wind.


“Hey, Harry.” You smiled softly, as you caught up with him, “Hello, Luna.” You greeted.

“Hi, Y/N.” Luna greeted softly, a bunch of papers in her hand.

“Hey.” Harry smiled at you, the look in his eyes softer and different. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks and you forced it down.

“What’s wrong Luna, I thought you were coming to the feast?” You asked, your crows furrowing in genuine concern.

“I’ve lost all my possessions,” She said in her usual, whimsical voice, “Apparently people have been hiding them.”

“That’s awful.” Harry said as you walked with Luna, who was going to stick another poster up.

“Oh, it’s all good fun.” She smiled. “But as it’s the last night, I really do need them back.”

“Do you want any help finding them?” You offered.

Luna shook her head, smiling softly at you. She turned towards Harry with a genuinely sympathetic face, “I’m sorry about your godfather, Harry.” She reached out and clasped his hand, squeezing it gently.

You forced down the jealousy which flared up. Luna knew of your crush, and she was a trusted friend, she wouldn’t make a move on Harry.

Harry glanced down at their hands, his eyes darting to your face, which you purposely kept stoic and facing forward. But Harry knew you too well, he knew ever tick and he also knew that your eyes were the biggest tell of your emotions. He felt a small warm spark in his chest as he saw disguised jealousy in your eyes. 

Luna let go of his hand and you relaxed visibly, prompting a small smirk from Harry.

“Are you sure you don’t want any help looking?” Harry asked softly, thankful to have a friend like Luna.

“That’s alright,” She shook her head, “Anyway, my mom always said the things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end.”

You smiled softly, Luna truly was one of a kind. She glanced up and you followed her gaze, your lips tugging upwards as you saw a pair of converse dangling from a hook above an archway.

“If not in the ways we always expect.” She turned towards you, “I’ll think I’ll just go have some pudding.” She raised her hand in farewell and you smiled at her before she skipped off to the Great Hall, leaving you and Harry alone.

Harry’s eyes snapped towards yours and a smile threatened your lips as Harry looked at you confused, before his face fell slightly.

“Hey,” You muttered softly, gently nudging his shoulder with your own, “I’m sorry about Sirius.”

Harry smiled softly, sighing deeply to recollect himself. “When.. Voldemort was in my head,” He started, his eyes gazing into yours, “I had these.. these memories. And you know what I saw?”

You shook your head gently, your eyes darting down as Harry reached out and grabbed your hand.

“I saw Ron and Hermione, my family, but I also saw you.” Harry admitted. Your eyes whipped to his in surprise. “It got me thinking. The prophecy said some things that made me realise that I have to live whilst I still can.”

“Harry, you’re not dying any time soon.” You said sharply, “Voldemort has me to get through before he gets to you.”

This caused Harry to smile, “I know,” He said softly, “That’s why I was wondering… if you would like to go on a date with me sometime?”

Butterflies erupted in your chest and you gave him a small grin, barely containing your happiness, “I would love to.”

“Great!” Harry grinned. He faltered for a moment, as if contemplating something. You were about to ask him what was wrong when he leaned closer, kissing your cheek softly.

A slight blush rose to your cheeks and Harry grinned at the effect he had on you, tugging on your hand as he led you towards the Great Hall,

“Let’s go get some pudding.” He said, you could hear the smile in his voice.

Gif: (X)

So now i’m crying , cause I just saw the trailer and stupid Molly is à bitch ! Bellatrix should not die! Gaaah stupid , stupid Molly i hate Molly , Bella would have kill Molly but j.k felt that she killed to many “good” caracters! I hope i made it clear that i don’t like Molly! Åh bellatrix , we all do love you !

But just think about this…

Bellatrix not really liking her family’s beliefs. Thinking Sirius has got it right. But she hasn’t really got the courage that he does. All she know is just being obedient. So she does what they say. She becomes a death eater, and her sister hates her for it. Only five months later does Andromeda run away.

Bellatrix cries all night.

And them she meets Tom Marvolo Riddle. And he’s handsome, even if his looks had drained a little. And his charm was astounding, completely hypnotizing. So she slowly falls in love, and is slowly brainwashed into forgetting her morals- no matter how weak they are.

And then her love is killed by a child, so she goes slightly crazy. She tortures the Longbottoms until they are more insane than she. She only feels the tiniest bit of remorse. She is sent to Azkaban and while being escorted to her cell, she sees her younger cousin- Sirius Black. The remorse suddenly doubles.

Years pass, and she’s in the Department of Mysteries. And everything is kind of a blur. And then she sees a bright green light go from her wand to him. To her cousin. Then he falls through the veil. He’s dead.

Bellatix Black’s last thread to reality is cut. Anything and everything she loved is gone. Her morals, her sister, her first and only love, her cousin. Her wonderful cousin. The rebellious one. The funny one. The one who could’ve saved her if only she had asked.