i remember my mother telling me i needed to burn my harry potter books

Achluophobia: Friday

Title: Achluophobia: Friday, Part 1 of 4
Author: @piecesofscully
Rating: PG-13 - Strong R
Timeline: Mid-season 7
Notes:  A HUGE thank you to @bohoartist for holding my hand through writing this, sending encouraging feedback when needed, and just being a badass beta in general.  Media credit to @bohoartist as well. I don’t deserve you.  So much love to @kateyes224 my baeta, for polishing my words and making them better.


Yellowed porch lights from neighboring houses punch orbs of brightness into the colorless night that hangs heavily behind the living room windows.  

“Lindsey!”  Her mother’s voice carries down the stairs to the couch that Lindsey sits on.  Joey, her younger brother, glances at her over his tower of Legos that perches atop the coffee table.  Ignoring his glare, she pulls her comic book closer to her face, her eyes straining to make sense of the jagged lines of the drawings at a too-close distance.

“Linds!”  She hears her mother’s sing-song call again.

“Mom’s calling you, you should answer,” Joey says as he rummages through the plastic toy pieces in front of him, before settling on a long red plank and places it at the top of his creation.  Lindsey chuckles and rolls her eyes as she snuggles herself deeper into the couch cushions.  Her little brother is the personification of innocence with his bright blue eyes and freckled cheeks, both of which lend credence to his invariably angelic attitude.

“She’ll come down and get me if she needs me.”  She can feel his eyes on her still as she nonchalantly flips the page of her book and smirks.  “Lighten up, punk.”

In a flurry, their mother enters the living room with her arms full of dirty laundry and her curly mahogany hair wisping wildly in every direction.  Recently laid off from her job as a bookkeeper, her days are spent doing laundry, meal-prepping for the week ahead, and whirling throughout their house like an F5 tornado with a purpose.

“Didn’t you hear me calling you?”  she asks, her voice as weightless as the flowy blouse she’s donned.

Lindsey shakes her head ‘no’ as her little brother speaks.  “She did.”

“Tattletale,” Lindsey mumbles. Joey shrugs.

Their mother sighs, and then chuckles as she flits around the furniture, dusting here and there with a stray sock.  “Linds, you really need to remember to blow out your candles before falling asleep.  You’re gonna burn the house down.”

“I like the light,” Lindsey responds as she flips a page of her book.

“Well, then we can get you a night-light.  A night-light won’t catch the curtains on fire.”

“Mom!  I’m fifteen, I can’t have a night-light.  If my friends saw that, it would be like freaking social suicide.”

“Language, please,” their mother warns.  “You know I don’t like it when you say freaking.  That’s just another variation of a cuss word, and we don’t talk like that in this house.”

“I have a night-light,” Joey offers.

“You’re eight, no one cares if you have one,” Lindsey replies.

“Linds, being afraid of the dark, at any age, is nothing to be ashamed of,” her mother says as she crouches and begins to pull stray socks from underneath the couch, tucking them to the heap of clothing under her arm.  “I know plenty of adults that sleep with the bathroom light on.”

“I’m not afraid of the dark!”

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Puppy Love

Originally posted by ofallingstar

Character: Harry Potter (Year 2)

Prompt: None

A/n: I was watching the Harry Potter weekend this television channel runs like once a month and I’m doing a book report on Chamber of Secrets and I came to realize how much I love the earlier installments of the series both book and film. Plus first love fics are always cute.


“Don’t come back inside until I tell you to!” Shrieked Aunt Petunia as she all but shoved Harry outside. “I have to make this dinner perfect for the Mason’s and I can’t have you lolling about the kitchen getting in my way!”

Harry walked aimlessly out of the front garden as he made his way to his bench down the street, muttering about how wretched his day was going and it wasn’t even midday.

He continued to sulk until his ears perked as he heard a familiar voice that made his cheeks and neck begin to burn.


He whirled around to find you sitting among your sunflower bushes, a place he often saw you from his bedroom window or on the rare occasions the Dursley’s took him out of the house.

You had lived on the other side of Privet Drive for as long as he could remember. But he had never really spoken to you until the previous year when he saw you at the Sorting Ceremony.

Harry’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he heard your name and even more so when he saw you in the flesh, sitting on the stool, waiting to be assigned to a house.

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Save Me.

Originally posted by nobodycaressowhat

Requested: No.

Word Count: 1,516

Pairings: George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Torture?

“Detention!” The high shrill scream caught me off guard, slowly shrinking into my seat, a big grin grows on her face as a small giggle escapes her mouth running shivers down my spine. Looking over towards the boy who sat to my left, he gave a small smile and nothing more.

“This goes as a warning to all of you. Anyone, who speaks out of turn and disobeys an order will be given immediate detention with a punishment to match the crime.”

“Crime? You think high school student are committing a crime by speaking out of turn?” I question and she frowns. “I don’t think you want to push it Miss Y / L / N.” she hisses and I just scowl. “Professor, you and I both know that there something bad going on at Hogwarts and it would be best if we could learn how to defend ourselves, rather than just learn it in theory.”

“Miss Y / L / N, If you speak out of turn one more time, I will be giving you six months detention.” She yelps, the sound making me cringe as I huff and slump back down into my chair. “Just be quiet, don’t make things any worse than they already are.” The lanky red head beside me says, his brother nodding silently in agreement on the other side.

“Thanks George, I’ll remember that in detention.” I mumble and he just shrugs a small smile on his face. “Just don’t do anything else that’ll get you in trouble.” He finishes and I just look down at the book on my desk.


“Professor, you wanted me to meet you.” I say walking into the overly pink office, where the short lady sat behind her desk, a cup of pink tea in her hands and a creepy smile plastered on her face.

“Yes, yes. If you wouldn’t mind taking a seat in the chair over there, and then we will begin.” She says motioning to the chair in the corner. I nod and place my bag on the ground beside the chair and take a hesitant seat.

“Miss Y / L / N, it has occurred to me that you do in fact have muggle parents.” She says and I nod slowly squinting my eyes at her. “You know, I’m not a big fan of witches with mixed blood, it often makes them more useless than they were before. I knew you mother back in the day, she was a bitch that one—“

“Don’t you dare say anything about my mother. She is a better witch than you will ever be.” A loud crack is heard around the room as he palm intercepts with my face, harshly.

“I have had enough of you, and your silly remarks.” She says her face turning a bright pink as her voice seems to go up an octave or two. Grabbing a small letter cutter from her desk she walks over to me pulling the sleeve up to my elbows before giving me a gruesome smile pressing the knife to my forearm.

“What do you think I should write?” She coos pressing the knife deeper into the flesh. “I know the perfect word.” She says her hand moving slowly has she carves the letter deeply into the skin of my arm.

The skin was burning as she pulled away the smile continuing to grow on her face. “I think you are well aware of the meaning of this word and I suggest you listen to it.” She purrs pushing some hair behind my ear.

“Now for the next part of this detention, you will be asked some questions and failure to answer will result in immediate punishment.” She instructs and I nod slowly keeping as quiet as possible, my hand pressing tightly against the wound on my forearm.

“What activities has Harry Potter and his fellow classmates been participating in?” She question and I just gape. “I-I don’t know.” I stumble on the words and she frowns.

“Wrong answer.” She hisses before pointing her wand towards me a light of red wrapping around my body as a sharp pain wraps around my bones, letting out a loud screech I thrash against the pain trying to get it to stop. Thirty seconds was enough to get me breathless and faint.

“Now we will try this again. What activities has Harry Potter and his fellow classmates been participating in?” She says and I just let out a low whimper as I repeat the same answer. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, and even if I did I would never tell you anything.” I hiss back, my muscles tensing, preparing myself for the pain. Her face grew darker as she flicked her wand the red flicker being the only thing I saw, clenching my eyes shut and let out another painful cry.

“Professor Umbridge!” The door bursts open, Professor Snape walking in his wand at the ready as he disarms the short lady. A tall red head walk through the door next, the lanky boy running straight to where I sat my arms clawing at the arms of the chair as I try to forget what happened.

“Y / N. Y / N, it’s me George, please I need you to open your eyes for me.” His voice was distressed as he places his hands lightly on my own stopping their movements. Flinching away from him he takes his hands off me before placing them lightly on my cheeks.

“Please, just open your eyes for ten seconds, thats all I need.” He says and I nod slowly opening my eyes slowly the sight of him making me want to bury myself in a whole.

“Mr Weasley, you might want to consider escorting Miss Y / L / N to the hospital wing. And If I were you I would do it quickly. The cruciatus curse will not only shut her down physically, but if she doesn’t receive medical attention in the next ten minutes, her mind will shut itself down.” Snape hisses and George nods before pulling me tightly against him, one arm under my thighs the other around my back.

Lifting me from the lounge he being his way out of the office and to the hospital wing continuously asking questions along the way.

“Listen to me Y / N once we get you all cosy in a bed you can sleep but for now you need to keep talking to me, okay? Can you do that?” He asks and I nod making him smile.

“Madam Pomfrey, we have an emergency.”George yells and the lady comes running out of her small office, shock on her face as she ushers him towards a bed. “Mr Weasley, I suggest you wait out in the hallway.” She says tapping softly on my face before pulling my arm towards her, her face twisting in disgust.

“I can’t leave her, not until I know she will be alright.” He says and she just shakes her head before scurrying back into her office the sound of glass tapping being heard.

“Y / N I wont leave unless you want me to. But please don’t close your eyes, just keep watching me okay.” He says and I let out a small nod.


Opening my eyes slowly and blinking several times I look beside me seeing a sleeping George Weasley, his head resting on the edge of the bed, his hand gripping mine tightly.

“He’s hasn’t left for three days. We’ve had to assign someone to bring him food.” Madam Pomfrey say coming over with a small tray with a sandwich, orange juice and some potato chips. “I’m so sorry dear, I couldn’t stop the scaring, but the food will help with the healing, and you have some medicine besides you to take after you eat.” She say motion to each thing as she went along.

“Oh and you might want to wake the poor boy up, he’s basically gone mad while your were asleep.” She finished before going back to the office.

“George? Georgie wake up.” I coo shaking his shoulder lightly as he jumps from his seat wand in his right hand eyes darting around the room. “George, over here.” I say and his eyes stay wide as he turns to face me, a big smile casting over his face.

“You…you’re…how…awake?” He says his sentence not seeming to form. “Yes George, I am awake and well.” I say and he flops back into his chair his eyes watering.

“I’m so glad… I though you would leave me.” He whispers and I send him a worried look as he sits up straight bringing my hand into his.

“George, I would love to tell you how perfect you are, but you haven’t gotten proper sleep in days, according to Madam Pomfrey and I know you love to sleep. So how about we meet later after you’ve had at least eight hours rest.” I say and he frowns but stands up slowly.

“I’ll be back after dinner.” He says leaning forward, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before hesitantly walking away.

A / N

As you may have noticed the Twins are my favourites and considering I have no requests yet there will be many stories about them coming out.

Embarrassed (Remus Lupin - Marauders Era)

Request: Hi i was wondering if you could do something from the marauder era where remus goes on a date and the guys keep trying to make him do something humiliating, thanks btw i love your blog

(Decided to try first person because I’ve noticed how many times I had to use the word ‘you’ before!)


A warm, gentle breeze swept across the castle grounds, tenderly caressing my face as I nervously walked towards the small but beautiful village of Hogsmeade. Today was the day of my date with Remus Lupin- the quieter member of the Marauders- and just the thought of it was causing a huge, uncontrollable smile to plaster itself across my face.

Upon entering the Three Broomsticks, I immediately noticed the lanky boy with sandy brown hair sat in a booth towards the back of the pub. He sat anxiously fiddling with the sleeves of his cinnamon-coloured sweater. As I approached, his gaze focussed on me, a lopsided grin etched across his face.

“Hey Remus!” I gave a small wave before sliding into the booth next to him.

“Y/N,” he whispered, “y-you look really pretty.”

I could feel my cheeks burning from his words.

“Thank you,” I smiled, “I really like your sweater!”

His cheeks tinged with pink as he muttered a thank you. I took a sip of the Butterbeer that Remus had ordered for me prior to my arrival, before starting a new conversation.

“Tell me about yourself. Hobbies? Interests? Family?”

"Well, I’m Remus John Lupin, my father is Lyall Lupin and my mother is Hope Lupin. I’m an only child but James, Sirius and Peter are like brothers to me.” Remus smiled absentmindedly whilst talking about his friends, “I enjoy reading books, eating chocolate and sometimes playing pranks with the boys.”

"I love pranking!” My eyes lit up as soon as he mentioned the word. He seemed amused by my sudden exclamation.

“The one I’m most proud of would have to be…” I trailed off, deep in thought. “The time I dyed Lucius Malfoy’s ‘luscious locks’ pink!”

“THAT WAS YOU!” Remus cried, between fits of laughter. “We got blamed for that and were given detention everyday for a month!”

“Oops?” I giggled, remembering the Marauders’ shocked, angry faces at being accused of a prank that they hadn’t actually performed. Although, the annoyance didn’t last very long as everywhere they went, students were high-fiving them or congratulating them. They seemed to enjoy the attention.

After the two of us sobered from laughing, Remus lifted his mug to take a gulp of Butterbeer when it suddenly flung out of his grasp and onto my lap. I instantly felt the warm substance soak my clothes and looked up to see Remus’ horrified expression. I heard laughter erupt from a nearby table and didn’t need to turn my head to know it was the other three Marauders.

“I’m so sorry, it was an accident. I didn’t mean to.” Remus stumbled over his words, blushing frantically and grabbing napkins to try to soak up the drink. I just giggled at the boy.

“It’s fine, Remus,” I smiled sincerely at him and pushed the napkins away. “We don’t need those, there are spells for this kind of thing!”

I pulled out my wand. Muttering the incantation, I felt my clothes dry in seconds and sighed with relief. “Let’s get out of here.”

After browsing round a few shops, Remus and I decided to enter Honeydukes. The shop was filled with Hogwarts students, purchasing new and exciting candy.

“I have a slight obsession with Honeydukes Best Chocolate!” Remus smiled, taking a few bars off the shelf.

“Who doesn’t love chocolate?” I laughed as we paid for our items and walked back into the town.

The two of us slowly strolled around the small village, in a comfortable silence, occasionally commenting on the surroundings. I took a chance and laced our fingers together, glancing up to see a blush burning on Remus’ cheeks.

Suddenly, I felt Remus’ body lurch forward as he fell to the ground, dragging me down on top of him. I heard the same familiar laughter from behind us but instead of reacting, I chose to focus on Remus. His face was only a few inches away from mine. I glanced between his lips and his gleaming eyes, before leaning in further, closing the gap between us. The second our lips touched, a overwhelming feeling of joy spread through my body, causing me to smile against his lips. The kiss only lasted a few seconds but it was amazing. We pushed ourselves off the ground, looking behind me to spot three gob-smacked boys. I smirked at them and gave them a look to say 'I know what you’ve been doing’, which caused them to turn and speedily walk in the opposite direction.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

Remus blushed and muttered something along the lines of “I’m going to kill them” under his breath before turning around and pressing his lips to mine one again.