IMAGINE DRACO AND HARRY GOING TO THIS SUPER IMPORTANT MINISTRY GATHERING, ALL DRESSED UP, IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE WIZARDING COMMUNITY. THEN, HARRY GETS HELLA DRUNK AND STARTS GRINDING ON POOR STARSTRUCK DRACO AND IT TURNS INTO HOW YUURI AND VIKTOR MET FROM YURI! ON ICE. JUST PICTURE IT. DRACO JUST FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE SINNAMON ROLL ALL OVER AGAIN
warning: many time jumps, I’m sorry if it’s confusing but it’s necessary.
The last few years had been perfect. More than perfect. You had met amazing people and were fortunate enough to call them your friends. To top it all off, you had an amazing boyfriend. Maybe that made it worse, not that it mattered. Not that any of it mattered. Not anymore.
“This isn’t your fight! Go home, go back to America, it’s safe there at least for a while longer Y/N!” Remus snapped, his voice breaking. Your fists clenched at your sides, tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried to keep your composure.
“This is my fight, don’t you dare tell me it isn’t,” you whispered, the words just barely reaching his ears. “I have people here that I care about, I have you here, does that mean nothing to you?”
“It means everything to me, you mean everything to me! I can’t let you stay here, I can’t,” he sighed, lacing his fingers through yours, “please Y/N, go home, be safe.”
“I am home, you aren’t getting rid of me that easily,” you smiled sadly up at him as you gave his hand a soft squeeze. Looking back now, maybe you should have listened.
It was loud, too loud. You couldn’t hear anything he yelled to you. Hexes and killing curses flew around the room, one never more than a few steps away. James was injured, not badly, but enough. Blood was matted in his hair, dripping down the side of his face. You bet you didn’t look much better. With his back pressed against yours, the two of you tried to hold off the Death Eaters just enough to apparate out. All you needed was a few seconds. Another curse flew past your face, slicing your cheek as it went. Before you had time to react James had a hold of your hand and was disapparating.
You stumbled as the two of you landed, your hand instantly coming up to touch the gash on your cheek. You looked over, your eyes meeting his. He gave you a crooked smile, a laugh falling from his lips. You shook your head, laughing along.
“Nice job out there Potter.” you praised, your words breathless. He nodded, placing his wand in his pocket as he stood up to his full height.
“You too Y/L, let’s get back to headquarters before they came looking for us yeah?” He suggested, offering his hand to you. You took it in yours, preparing for another disapparation.
“What happened, are you okay?” Remus ran up to you as soon as you landed, his hands cupping your face gently. You pushed his hands away chuckling softly.
“I’m okay, don’t worry about it.” You leant forward, pressing a light kiss to the worry lines on his forehead.
“I love you,” he whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.
“I love you too.”
“A wedding in the middle of a war? Are you insane?” You couldn’t keep the smile from your face, even as you tried to sound disapproving.
“Have you met James? I’m pretty sure his middle name is insane,” Lily giggled, looking over at her fiance fondly.
“It’s Fleumont actually Evans, I can’t believe you’re marrying my best friend and you don’t even know his middle name,” Sirius clicked his tongue from James’ other side, earning a laugh from everyone in the room and a smack on the shoulder from Lily.
“I think it’s smart,” Remus added, everyone turning to look at him as if he had grown a third head, except James of course, who had proposed the idea not two hours before. “You never know what is going to happen, it is a war after all. It’s terrible to say, but who knows if any of us will survive this. Isn’t it better to do it now, while you can? While you’re happy?”
You looked up at him, everyone mumbling their agreement. It was in that moment you knew you wanted to marry him. You weren’t going to get that chance now, were you?
Your head was pounding. You could feel everything. The blood rolling through your veins, the air passing into your lungs. Everything.
The knees of your jeans were ripped, the skin exposed. The cement cut them every time you shifted your weight as if that would help you anymore. You knew it was over. They had captured you and wanted you to fight for them, with them. Use your lycanthropy to their advantage. The more you fought it, the worse they became. Before long you wouldn’t be around for them to torture anymore.
“She isn’t going to break, should we just bring in Remus?” Fenrir asked someone, his smile sadistic as he gripped your chin tightly in his hand and forced you to look at him.
Remus. You felt your blood boil at the sound of his name, tears gathering in your eyes. His name didn’t belong in a place like this. He was too good for this place. You gathered the last bit of energy you had and spit into Fenrir’s face. He jerked back, disgust covering his features.
“Bring me Remus.”
You were falling in and out of consciousness for what felt like weeks. It had probably only been a few days realistically. When you came to this time, Remus was crouched beside you, desperately removing your binds.
“It’s okay Y/N, I’ll get you out of here just hold on,” he promised, his tears hitting your cheeks. You shook your head, trying desperately to warn him. Your mouth was too dry, the words wouldn’t come out.
“Tr trap,” you tried to tell, your voice coming out in a rough whisper. He looked down at you with furrowed brows, still trying to untie you.
“No it’s okay baby, you’ve been gone so long you’re just confused it’s okay,” he shushed you, placing a kiss on your forehead as he undid the last knot. He pulled you to his chest, letting out a sigh of relief.
“What a lovely little reunion we have here,” Fenrir chuckled as he walked in, that same sadistic smile on his lips. Remus tightened his hold on you, instantly drawing his wand. Before Fenrir could react, he had apparated the two of you home.
He laid you on the couch, throwing up a few protection wards before kneeling down beside you. He brushed your hair from your face, a sad smile on his lips.
“You’re home, you’re safe, I told you didn’t I? You are okay,” he whispered, tears rolling down his face again. You reached a hand up shakily, brushing away his tears.
“I love you,” you whispered. You were safe. He was safe. Everyone was safe.
“I love you too, stay here I’ll get you some water then we’ll get you in a bath okay?” You nodded and he gave you a small smile before running to the kitchen. You glanced over at the table, trying to take in the fact that you were home, safe.
October 30th 1981. You had been gone for almost a year and he hadn’t once given up hope. Maybe things would finally be good again.
Pairing: Marlene x Lily (BrOTP), Jily (James Potter x Lily Evans)
Prompt:“His ego is so visible, I can almost watch it grow.” From this prompt list (number 63).
Notes: It’s messy as fuck. And unbeta’d. So there are probably way too many word written wrong and grammar mistakes. But hey, I wrote again!
The thing with writer’s block and procastination is that you never know when it’s going to explode in your face. And it did. Explode, I mean. But I’m stronger and I prevailed against the dark monster that ate my words away.
@jilylicious Seda, my dear, this is my gift to you. I know, your day is long gone but I tried. I hope you like it and that you had an awesome birthday, because you pretty much deserve it.
“So I heard you and Potter quite get along these days”
Lily tilted her head to a side and looked blankly at Marlene, who was biting the nail from her right thumb like it treathened her well-being. There was a glint of someting mischevous on her brown eyes that brought back memories of how Sirius got bald for a week and how Slughorn got his nerves so worked up that dismissed her from detention hours earlier. A shiver went down her spine. Marlene smirked knowing what she was doing to her, the bitch.
“I hope you also heard that we have to get along, since we do patrols together”
“I’m not buyin that Lils and you know it,” yes, she knew it. But it was worth the try. “You can be amicable, work pals, patrol bros, respect each other as much as mentally wise possible. But you,” a finger with cracked blue nail polish pointed at her sharply, “and whatever is you’re doing with him,” the same sharp finger pointed accusatory towards the other side of the library, where Potter was looking at the two of them like an over-excited puppy drunk in felix felicis. The biggest smile Lily have ever seen on his lips. What a weirdo. She mentally scolded herself, she shouldn’t find that adorable, “is not just for the sake of being a good and proper headgirl.”
The silence stretched between the two of them.
Lily wanted to object and tell her she was deadly wrong but knew better than that. Marlene was by her side since day one year one, when she told Lily that her red hair was ugly and Lily trew the book she was reading at her head. It was their trademark: they were painfully honest. And the thing was that even if in this exact moment it felt hideous, Lily loved that about them.
She looked back at Marlene, who was twisting a red lock of hair between her fingers smudged with ink.
“And what do you suggest I do?”
“Lils, I think we agreed to never ask my advice about anything in life,” Marlene smirked and let go of her hair, looking down at the book in front of her. It was in the same page as 20 minutes ago and wasn’t going to change anytime soon. “You’re the one with the brains, I’m the one with the mouth, remember?”
“Stop it,” Lily scrunched her face in disgust. “That sound more obsene each time you say it.”
“Where is the lie,” Marlene sing-songed while starting to flip pages without really looking at them.
Lily snorted and looked back at Potter, who was socking Sirius in the arm while the latter was laughing his ass off. As usual. She bite the inside of her cheek trying to stop her face from breaking into a smile that wasn’t welcome. She was miserably failing. Stupid Potter.
“Scandalous, miss Evans,” Marlene fake gasped at her side, giving her an excuse to smile for something else than how stupidly adorable the contrast between blush and black rimmed glasses were on Potter’s face. “The model student falling for the bad boy. Sounds like one of those muggle books you read at night,” those books were Tuni’s but for Marlene that wasn’t even the point.
“He’s not a bad boy anymore,” the words slipped so easily from her mouth that she wasn’t even sure it was her the one who talked. “He changed.”
“Debatable,” Marlene bumped shoulders with her, letting her head fall into Lily’s shoulder. “You should go for it instead of daydreaming,” she could feel those brown eyes burning into her soul, “Daydreaming is my thing, not yours.”
Lily rolled her eyes and let her head fall over Marlene’s. “I keep asking myself why we are friends”
“No, you don’t,” she was right. She didn’t. Marlene was probably one of the best decisions she ever took in her life.
“His ego is so visible, I can almost watch it grow,” and wasn’t that a cheap attempt to shut the conversation down in her favor.
“And you got some serious issues since you find it endearing,” Lily gaped, trying to come up with something to say. No. There was nothing. Bloody hell. “There’s midly judging here.“
"You can’t judge me, you had a crush on Sirius”
"I was young,” the voice of her mom echoed in Lily’s mind telling her that being young and in love means making mistakes. Marlene mistake was falling for a broken boy that was far gone for another guy. Lily’s mistake was finding Potter entacing. In comparission, Marlene’s one was the lesser of two evils. “Stop judging my life decisions and do something about yours or I’ll take the matter into my hands, and Merlin help you,” and wasn’t that a terrifying thought.
“Grief have five stages: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance,” she looked over Marlene, who was now picking at her nails with her quill.
“You better hurry into the last two before we get old,” she furrowed her nose, “I can pull old and foxy but I’m not sure you can pull red and wrinkles.”
“I can’t even begin to tell you how disgusting that is,” she started gathering the parchments and books to leave. If the last 30 minutes told her something, was that neither of them were going to finish their homework.
“Less than your undeniable feelings for Potter,” she fluttered her eyelashes and pouted her bottom lip in what should be an angelic expression but landed flat into diabolic. “I have tissues and we can get some chocolate for the cry party”
Lily squinted her eyes at her for a moment, just to look away a second later and gaze towards Potter again. His eyes weren’t on her now, immersed into whatever he was talking to Remus. But hers were on him.
She took in sight every little quirk, from ruffling his hair to scratching his cheek. The way his mouth moved way too quickly to read his lips. The little scrapes on his arms that could be from quidditch or from retreating after a prank. How his shoulders tightened and slumped. Even the way he moved his hands around to emphasize.
It felt like watching him for the first time since they met.
And wasn’t that weird? She thought there wasn’t anything to see. A boy who was far gone into her. Who picked fights because he could and made pranks because he wanted to laugh. A boy who didn’t see consequences nor mistakes and she avoided like the plague. Now it was different. He was different. Everything changed and she couldn’t stop looking at him.
Marlene cleared her throat. “Lily? Cry party on your honor?”
I need fanfics and fanarts and fancasts and fan-everything for Astoria Greengrass Malfoy, because she was the best damn part of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child and we never even got to see her in it.
Give me this kind-hearted, equality-loving Slytherin woman who defied the Malfoy family and saw the good in Draco when very few could. Who raised her son to be a sweet bean amidst terrible rumors and her own frail health.
Astoria is so loved by the other characters that it’s ironic she wasn’t loved at all by the author who created her. Please spend time on this wonderful human being and give her all the love she deserves, thanks.
BEN SOLO! HOW DARE YOU JOIN THE DARK SIDE? I AM ABSOUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER'S NOW HAVING TO FACE THE FIRST ORDER, AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER *TOE* OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME! And Rey, dear, congratulations on mastering the Jedi mind tricks and lightsaber. All the Resistance and I are so proud.