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Hogwarts House Friendships

Gryffindor x Gryffindor
“Remember that one time when we went to-”
“Yeah and we ended up-”

Gryffindor x Hufflepuff
“I’ve always loved snow and snowboarding sounds fun, but…”
“Okay, let’s do it”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here to keep you safe”

“Somehow, I don’t think that I’m the one who’ll get hurt…”

Gryffindor x Ravenclaw
“There is a 98.46% chance of getting hurt”
“I guess I just have to be the 1.54%”

“That’s not how-”
“Too late”

Gryffindor x Slytherin
“You suck”
“But you swallow”

“Did you just-”
“… I love you?”

Hufflepuff x Hufflepuff
“Guess who got all fifty Disney movies?”
“… You know what this means?”

“Disney marathon slumber party in an hour. Let’s do this.”

Hufflepuff x Ravenclaw
“Ugh… But I’m in the middle of a book”
“C’mon you need to go socialize”

“But but but”
“And have you been procrastinating to read again?”

Hufflepuff x Slytherin
“I swear that bitch is going to suffer”
“Shh it’s okay you can do that when you take over the world”

“I mean I just hate when people judge me because of my family”

Ravenclaw x Ravenclaw
“Dude when you’re done with that book I have another one”
“Ahh yes please gimme”


*content silence while snuggling and reading by the fireplace*

Ravenclaw x Slytherin
“So I may or may not have intercepted this coded message…”

“Let’s do this”

Slytherin x Slytherin
“I’m fine don’t worry”
“… I know you’re not”

“C’mon, I have some lavender oil and butterbeer. That’ll help.”



“Yes, nana,” replied Teddy sleepily as he yawned. It was a warm summer morning and he wasn’t used to waking up this early during summer.

“You’ve got mail,” said Andromeda with a grin on her face. “Want to open it?”

“Is it–”

“I don’t know,” she said with her eyebrow raised. “You are eleven after all.”

Teddy jumped from his bed and ran to where Andy was standing with a letter in her hand, no sign of his exhaustion from mere minutes ago. He didn’t wait for her to stretch out the letter, he snatched from her, his eyes filled with wonder.

He turned the letter around and saw the crimson wax seal stamp with the Hogwarts emblem on it. He tore it carefully, afraid of hurting whatever was inside. He pulled out the letter and dropped the envelope on the floor.

Dear Mr. Lupin,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Teddy’s eyes grew twice the size and he looked up at his grandmother with such glee that Andromeda couldn’t help but get tears in her eyes.

“I wonder which house I’m going to be in,” he said as he read the letter once more. “I hope I’m in Gryffindor like my dad.”

“Well,” laughed Andy. “Your mum was a Hufflepuff and there’s nothing wrong with other houses, you know.”

“You were a Slytherin, right?”

“I sure was.”

“And Grandpa?”

“He was a Hufflepuff, too,” she replied as her eyes drifted off remembering the first time she saw Ted Tonks in 4th year with his yellow and purple scarf around his neck laughing at a joke one of his friends had told. “And you know Aunt Luna is a Ravenclaw.”

“I know but I’d rather be in Gryffindor or Hufflepuff,” he said with a sad face. “You know, like my parents.”

“The Sorting Hat is an incredible object dear,” said Andy with a soft smile. “I’m sure it will put you in the best house for you. So… pancakes for breakfast?”

“Yes!” exclaimed Teddy and he went back in his room to put his letter on his desk as his grandmother left for the kitchen. He then ran down the stairs to the kitchen hoping she was making the pancakes with magic. He wasn’t disappointed to find plates and eggs flying around the kitchen once he entered.

They spent their breakfast talking about Hogwarts and the houses. Andy explained how the school wasn’t the way it used to be anymore. How Slytherin was such a mess when she went to school but slowly got their reputation back. Teddy had always been interested in the Wizarding World but recently his curiosity over Hogwarts had been overwhelming which required Andy to tell the same stories over and over again but she wasn’t complaining. The way Teddy’s eyes shined with happiness was worth it.

“Nana,” began Teddy excitedly. “We should let Harry know that I got the letter!”

“Ah, you’re right.”

With that Andy summoned some parchment and a quill and wrote to Harry about Teddy’s letter. In five minutes, their owl had left the house to go to Godric’s Hollow.

“Now, I have something to show you,” said Andy as she sat down on their sofa in the living room and Teddy climbed next to her as he looked up at her expectedly. She was holding a very thick photo album in her hand. “Your grandpa liked taking pictures the muggle way.”

Teddy smiled and got comfortable next to his nana, he knew this was going to take some time but it was his favourite thing to do with Andy, looking at the old pictures of his mother.

“This album is from the day she got her letter and onwards,” she explained as she slid her fingers softly over the picture of her daughter. “Back when she still used black hair.”

“She looks like you when she has black hair,” pointed out Teddy looking longingly at her mother at the age of eleven. She was smiling at the letter she was holding in her hand. Teddy had seen many pictures of his mum with different hair colours but never with black.

“I always thought she looked more like Ted,” she said smiling at the memory of her daughter and husband. “You look like them a lot as well.”

“You think so?”

“I know so,” she answered as she tapped on Teddy’s nose softly making the little boy giggle. “You are more like her than you can imagine and I’m not even talking about the metamorphmagus abilities you have.”

“This is from before we went to the King’s Cross to send her off,” sighed Andy. “We tried talking her out of it but she wasn’t having it. So she went to school with half purple and half yellow hair.”

Teddy was laughing at the picture and thinking about doing the same thing in his second year, it didn’t matter which house he was in.

“I’m going to do it, too,” he said finally after he stopped laughing and Andy rolled her eyes.

“Of course you are,” she teased. “Like mother like son, right?”

They didn’t talk for a while after that and kept looking at the pictures. They weren’t moving like regular pictures did but Teddy appreciated them still. Andy explained when the pictures were from every now and then but other than that both of them were lost in their thoughts. It was such a heavy burden for a eleven year old Andy thought but she showed the pictures she had. She thought Teddy deserved to know who his parents were and Andy was one of the few people who can show him. She wasn’t going to deny him that.

“Her face stays the same all the time though,” said Teddy.

“I loved her for that,” replied Andy with a small laugh. “Her eyes and her hair changed all the time. She did it unintentionally when she was a baby so even I don’t know what colour her eyes are but she never changed the way she looked permanently even though she could.”

“I would never do that either,” said Teddy proudly. “Do you know what colour my eyes were?”

“No dear,” admitted Andy. “The moment you looked into your dad’s eyes, they turned amber and changed every time someone you liked held you.”

“Oh,” mumbled Teddy. “I like amber though.”

“I like amber, too,” she agreed smiling warmly at Teddy. “When you have my pale grey eyes you look so much like your Uncle Sirius, like you do right now.”

Andromeda got lost in the memory of his cousin and how much he would have loved Teddy. Teddy looked like Sirius but was more like Regulus on the inside and the memory of the younger Black boy turned Andy’s stomach upside down. Even since she found out what he did, she couldn’t stop thinking about how she didn’t do enough to save him or how Sirius died not knowing what his little brother did. Andy shook his head in an attempt to get rid of these thoughts in her head.

They were slowly coming to the end of the album. As she was looking at all the pictures of her daughter with her friends and family, she saw a drop of water fall down on the album. She lifted her head up to Teddy and gasped unwillingly as her eyes filled up with tears.

“Teddy,” she whispered softly. “You don’t have to try to hold it in when you are with me, you don’t ever have to do that.”

“I just–”

“I know dear,” she confessed. “I know photographs aren’t enough. I know it will never be enough and I’m sorry.”

“I just wish I could show them my letter,” said Teddy. “I wish she could share my excitement with me and tell me I will be a Hufflepuff no matter what Dad says.”

Teddy looked guilty for some reason but Andy thought she would let him do the talking, she never tried to make him feel better when he was crying because she never knew what to say.

“I love you, nana,” he continued through his hiccups. “I love you so much but I miss them, too.”

“Never think I will replace them Teddy, not Harry not me. We will never try to.”

“I’m so lucky to have you but I just wish I had them as well,” sobbed Teddy, his head on his grandmother’s chest as she stroked his pick hair softly.

“Me, too, Teddy,” sighed Andromeda. “All of us do.”


“I came as soon as I saw the–” began Harry but stopped cold in his tracks. “Teddy your hair…”

“What?” said Teddy before he ran to the mirror. He had bubblegum pink hair that looked fluorescent with his pale skin. “I didn’t– I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“You look so much like her,” babbled Harry as he looked at his godson with so much wonder in his eyes. “It suits you Teddy.”

“I-I can’t look in the mirror like this everyday,” he said as he pressed his palms on his eyes. “I need to change it, it’s like seeing her. I can’t do that.”

He closed his eyes and focused on changing his hair to whatever colour, he didn’t care he just wanted it to change. When he opened his eyes he had bright blue hair and he thought it was a good tribute to his mother without giving him so much pain.

“I think this is better,” he smiled a little after he saw the concern in his godfather and nana’s eyes.

“Yes it is,” replied Andy as he hugged him tightly. “You are such a strong boy Teddy, I don’t know where the Sorting Hat will place but I feel like he’s going to have a hard time.”

“I think purple would look amazing on you,” grinned Harry before he kneeled down to give Teddy a hug. “However, any house would be lucky to have you.”

“Thanks Harry,” he mumbled.

“Now, I want to see your letter, can you go and get it for me?” he asked and Teddy’s eyes lit up instantly.

“Of course,” he replied before running off to his room.

Harry took the time to bring some water for Andromeda and sit down on the couch with her.

“Are you okay, Andy?”

“It hurts me to see how much pain he goes through every time we do something like this,” she explained. “But he wants to do it, I don’t know what to do. Maybe I shouldn’t do this for a while.”

“No Andy,” objected Harry softly. “I think it’s a part of the healing process. I would have given anything to know more about my parents even if it gave me pain.”

“You’re right,” said Andy wiping away the tears from her eyes just as Teddy ran into the room and jumped on Harry’s lap with the letter. Harry read the letter intently and gave it back to Teddy.

“So I was wondering if I could come to the Diagon Alley with you guys when you go. We can visit Uncle George and eat ice cream,” offered Harry to a grinning Teddy. Teddy lifted his eyes up to his grandmother to ask for approval.

“Well of course you could Harry,” said Andy before smiling warmly at the both of them.

“We can even look at brooms,” Harry whispered to Teddy and he giggled in response.

“No,” came the voice of Andy from the kitchen and Harry winked at Teddy making him go into a giggling fit and the sound of it made Andy feel better in a matter of seconds.

Favorite Tomione Stories


Ultima ratio by Winterblume
Ultima ratio - the last resort. At last the day of the Final Battle against Lord Voldemort has come. Harry, Ron and Hermione fight bravely against their nemesis - but then something goes wrong. And Hermione finds herself alone in a precarious situation.

Somewhere in Time by Serpent In Red
Sent back in time by a mysterious person and trapped in the past with a missing Dumbledore and an overbearing, charismatic Dark Lord, they had no idea how much they could dabble with before the world they had known shattered into pieces.

Tied for Last By: Speechwriter
Hermione is killed by Voldemort, and is now dead. Well, sort of. Turns out that death is a little more complex than she knew… Ignores epilogue and last 50ish pages of DH.

Nightmare by provocative envy
COMPLETE: A broken time turner shouldn’t have sent me back so far. It was unprecedented. Stepping on it-smashing it-nothing should have happened. At most, I should have lost a week. At worst, I should have disappeared altogether. I shouldn’t have traveled back fifty-two years; half a bloody century. This should not have happened. HG/TR.

Masters of Manipulation by Nerys
A true manipulator will control the universe, but who will achieve the wanted mastership? Hermione suddenly finds herself opposing Tom Riddle in a quest for knowledge banned by the founders of Hogwarts. Can she stop the heir before he becomes invincible?

Shared Flame by Lady Miya 
It all started when two normally clever individuals both had a really lousy day. 

Have You Ever by Lady Moonglow
With the war looking bleak, the Golden Trio, Ginny, Draco, and Lavender go back to Tom Riddle’s 7th Year to destroy Lord Voldemort once and for all. What Hermione DIDN’T count on, however, is a shared common room, a curse, and a crazy little thing called love.

Daddy Dearest by ImmortalObsession
Lady Hermione isn’t quite right in the head. Her kingdom resides in a manor full-of-monsters. She has regular conversations with the Devil and fancies a dark knight who wants to kill her in her sleep. If not for the wonderful library, she might have lost her wits completely by now. Instead, she passes the time with music lessons and plots of murder.

The Hogwarts Christmas by OrbNerysDax
Christmas is a time of peace and joy, and most of all, presents. Do Tom and Hermione get what they want or what they need?

Romantic Idealism by Meowmers
She falls in love with him when she’s 12, but by the time she’s 17 she wants him dead. For Tom Riddle, its vice versa. Tomione. AU. M for a reason.

A Big Ball of Wibbly-Wobbly by Colubrina
The war is over, the good guys have won, and Hermione Granger goes to sleep in her lovely flat only to wake up in 1953 in the bed of someone she’d really much rather were dead. “I’m working on the ‘kill Lord Voldemort now, work out the temporal paradox issues later’ plan,” she tells him. He laughs. Tomione. 

Linen Rope by Brightki
Hermione is an upper sixth student at the highly elite Hogwarts School, and she needs extra hours working in the school’s science labs for her pre-admission to Oxford the next year. However, she has to get the approval from the chemistry teacher, Dr. Snape, as well as the support of the man in charge of the science department - Dr. Tom Riddle. (Non-Magical/Modern AU)

War Paint by provocative envy 
COMPLETE: It was small, slim, about the length of her hand; the leather cover was soft, the sewn-in binding was crisp, and the thick vellum pages were empty. 'Tom Marvolo Riddle’ was printed in ancient, flaking gold leaf across the front. He had been a Slytherin, a prefect, and head boy in 1944. She had checked. HG/TR. 

A Nose That Can See by Colubrina
Hermione Granger has found herself inexplicably tossed back into time to Tom Riddle’s Hogwarts. And he’s a Veela and, wouldn’t you know it, she’s his mate. Could life get worse? But he seems to have an endless supply of out-of-season fruit so it can’t be all bad, right? Tomione. Major character death, musical theater, and all that fruit. COMPLETE.

Allure by Meowmers
“Granger,” He seethed, as if he had any right to be angry while he was covered in blood on her doorstep. “Invite me inside.” Her nails dug into the polished wood of the door and she contemplated slamming it in his face. “Absolutely not.” Modern Vampire AU. Tomione. Also a splash of Drarry because I needed that in my life rn.


Please, Save Me by Winterblume
AU Tomione. No time travel no time turners. - 'Are you not scared of him? Tom Riddle has got a rather peculiar reputation. But I’m sure it’s all stupid talk. He’s Head Boy after all.’ - 'What kind of a reputation’ - 'Er… he's… well, he seems kinda dark.’

A Fall Through Time by Ariel Riddle
A/U Tomione In a future dystopian society, Muggles are enslaved to their Pureblood masters who greedily drain the earth of its resources resulting in humans being on the brink of extinction. Muggleborns are hunted. Hermione must do what she does best-survive and adapt. Until that is, she is given an opportunity to go back to when it all started and rewrite history.

Bodyswitch by Winterblume
Hermione’s in hell and all her nightmares have come true. She’s turned into a brainless bimbo and is failing all her classes quite spectacularly. Her teachers have, in fact, already given up on her and just sit back and watch her flunk all her NEWTs. Yes, it’s nothing but hell for Hermione. On the upside, things can hardly get any worse. Right?

unsphere the stars by cocoartist
When you can’t change time, but you can’t go forward, what is left? Hermione learns how to be the protagonist of her own story. [EWE]

Stepbrother by cherry cup 
AU. The Grangers adopt a young Tom Riddle, and seal their daughter’s fate forever. Set in the 30s-40s. 

Murderer’s Maze by ibuzoo
A new killer causes a worldwide media sensation by committing crimes so depraved, that they’re creating a global panic. Only Special Agent and Consulter Hermione Granger can stop the killer—if she can solve his most complex and terrifying puzzle. Will she see through his game before her time runs out? Or will she lose herself in his maze of terror?

The Prisoner by Nerys
Imprisoned, Lord Voldemort is considered a threat of the past. His knowledge is desired by many. Yet, his offer is for one person only: Hermione Weasley-Granger.

Persephone by
Better to be the right hand of the devil than in his path. Better still to be the consort of Hades than a part of his collection of souls. Ten years after Voldemort has won the war, Hermione reaches a breaking point and shreds the flow of time to change her future. If she can’t change the world, she will change her place in it. - Extremely dark Tomione/Volmione. Warnings inside.

Bound by Sharkdiver1980 
When Hermione is sent back in time to 1947 after attempting to destroy a Horcrux, she finds herself forcefully subjected to a new law, Proclamation no.1682, otherwise known “The Marriage Law”. it had obviously been repealed almost as quickly as it was instated, which is why she had never heard of it; The problem was, she had already been assigned a husband. 

Unsinkable by Speechwriter
He: a young man long since raised from poverty, now on the verge of inheriting a magnate’s business in the 1910s. She: an impoverished young woman on her way to start a new life in America. In short: Tom Marvolo Riddle, Hermione Jean Granger, and one voyage on the RMS Titanic - and how it would change their lives forever.

Hermione’s Diary by Radiant Innocence
What would happen if Ginny Weasley had never had Tom Riddle’s diary? What if the Horcrux still existed, and was found by Hermione? What happens when the Dark Lord becomes intrigued by Hermione, and pulls her into his past? Read and Review!

School Days by Meowmers 
They meet on the playground. Ron told her that if she doesn’t fight for herself no one will ever leave her alone so she’s just trying to follow his advice. “Are you crying?” He asks. She musters all the fury in her 7-year-old body and channels it into her voice when she speaks through the tears. “So what? I’ll still kick your arse.” Tomione. AU. Rated M for future chapters. 


Professor Riddle by jadepresley
“When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love” - Horace Slughorn

The Black Veil by NerysDax 
Samhain: When the veil’s at its thinnest, the impossible will occur. Up is down, down is up. Everything can be achieved by those the Goddess values. COMPLETE

The Darkness Sings to Her by Ariel Riddle
From beneath the cover of the water, or from behind a rock a ways from the shore, she would find herself lurking behind the waves and sneaking surreptitious glances whenever she could. AU Dark Fairytale with a Tomione twist. Oneshot.

Youth in Retrospect by provocative envy
ONE-SHOT: She’s buying a box of condoms when she meets him. HG/TR.

Quid nove sub sole by LeanaM
“They say history repeats itself, but that is not entirely true. History isn’t circular, it is more like a spiral. Similar events may take place over time, but they are never exactly the same. Sometimes they are smaller. Sometimes they are bigger. Sometimes they start the same, but the result is completely different.” Historical AU. Dark. Tomione/Gin'n'Tonic. One-shot.

A Lovely Night by Meowmers
“Please don’t ask me to dance,” She said, her fingers fluttering across her skirts, “Societal expectations dictate I must, I’m afraid,” He said, and there was something so familiar in the feel of her hand, in the warmth her eyes sent him. CINDERELLA AU THAT LITERALLY NO ONE ASKED FOR BUT I MADE BECAUSE I AM LITERAL TRASH ENJOY 

Master of Mort by PierreJ
A place for multiple pairings, romantic one-shot/stories and love with just a splash of angst. Come on, this is me.

Playing Cupid by Meowmers
“I’m beginning to think that I would love to hear you scream.” Tomione. Regency AU. Rated-M.

-art cred @ariel-riddle (I just played with it)

need you / sirius black

anon request. the end of this is heart wrenching and i apologize in advance for the needy, sad sirius. my heart hurts why did i do this to myself

word count// 1,713

Christmas Eve had arrived and traditions were commencing in your half blooded household. The house smelt strongly of freshly baked cookies mingled with the pine wafting off the tree that was brightly lit and beautifully decorated. Your Mother had charmed wooden spoons to mix batter together whilst pans or bowls washed themselves in the sink and you couldn’t help but laugh when a spoon nearly hit your Muggle Father in the head as it flew to the soapy water to be washed. You watched with admiration as your Dad grabbed your Mom from behind and began to dance to Winter Wonderland, twirling and dipping her while she pretended to be annoyed, but you saw the pink in her cheeks and the budding smile.

The angelic sound of your mother’s giggles drifted into the living room where you were curled up on the sofa, a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you like a cocoon. The sight of your dad dipping her made your thoughts drift to your boyfriend, Sirius Black, whom you had been dating for a little over a year. His relationship with his parents didn’t come close to the bond you had with yours and merely thinking about the glum look on his face as he parted from you at the train station made tears gather in your eyes.. You curled the blanket tighter around yourself and rested your chin on your kneecaps, wanting nothing more than for Sirius to spend Christmas with you rather than in the cold Black household.

In bounded your father, flour in his hair and a gentle smile on his face. He sat beside you and brought you into his chest as if he knew what was bothering you. His head rested atop yours and you smiled ever so slightly at the feeling of being a little girl came over you again. “Why the long face, squirt?” He asked and a genuine smile formed on your face at the old nickname that he resurfaced.

Your head lifted from his shoulder, chest heaving as you sighed. “I’m just upset that I’m spending Christmas with family and Sirius is probably alone.”

“Ah,” He hummed knowingly and raked his fingers through your y/h/c tresses. “His family isn’t the nicest, are they?”

With a mere shake of the head, you pulled your legs closer to your chest and stared sadly at the glowing tree across the room. The small bulbs of light began to blur until a tear plummeted down your cheek. Your dad squeezed you to him and wiped your tears like he had done so many years ago. You mustered up the most pitiful of smiles as you looked into his warm and welcoming y/d/e/c irises and whispered shakily, “I just want him here with me. I want him to be happy and I know he’s not right now.”

The room grew silent for a few moments, only the sound of your oblivious mother singing to carols from the kitchen filling the barren space.  Your heart was physically aching for Sirius and all you wanted was for him to be where he belonged. He belonged with you and he deserved to have a joyous Christmas like you knew Lily, Remus, and James were having.

“Why don’t you bring him here then?”

Glancing up at your father in surprise, your mouth gaped open a bit. “I can’t just show up to his house!” You exclaimed.

“Why can’t you?” He smiled down at you gently, his aging face appearing youthful and happy. “I want you to be happy, squirt, and if bringing him here will do that then we sure as hell will do it.”

Salty tears dried in an instant and a smile quirked your lips into a smile. You wrapped your arms around your father’s neck and felt like crying tears of joy. “Thank you, Dad. You have no idea how much this means to me,” You whispered against his shirt and tried to hold back more waterworks.

He rubbed your back soothingly and chortled. “Go get him, kiddo.”

Standing in front of 12 Grimmauld Place had your nerves on edge. The building seemed to loom over you threateningly and the street’s dim glow only added to the frightening aspect of it. You found yourself wringing your hands anxiously for you knew what lie on the other side of the home before you and your heart skipped a beat when your eyes landed on the window belonging to Sirius’ bedroom. Never faltering from his window, you scrounged up the courage to stalk up to the front door and knock thrice. 

It was silent on the opposite side of the door and you wondered if they were even awake. The thought was forgotten as soon as the ebony colored door flung open and revealed a very stern looking Walburga Black. Your blood ran cold at the sight of her displeasured expression and you could feel yourself sweating despite the impeccably cold night air. It wasn’t the first time you’d met Sirius’ mother and she did not like you dating her son one bit seeing as how you mucked up the pure blood ideology she had drilled into her brain. You, however, were there for one thing only and that was to save your boyfriend of the horrid household. 

“Y/L/N,” She practically spat, her face contorting as if the name left a bad taste in her mouth. “What are you doing here?”

Straightening your posture and wiping your clammy palms on your leggings discreetly, you tilted your chin up as confidently as you could muster in front of such an intimidating woman. “I’m here to see Sirius. May I co–”

“Absolutely not. I suggest you go back home right now,” She retorted snootily.

You frowned, but refused to leave until Sirius was with you. “Please, Mrs. Black. Can’t I see him just for a moment?”

“I realize that Sirius associates himself with mudbloods in his own time at Hogwarts and such, but I will not allow it under my watch and certainly not in my house!”

“I am not a-a… mudblood, Mrs. Black,” You replied calmly. “I’m a halfblood.”

Her lip curled in distaste and snorted as if you had told a joke. “I’m afraid that’s no better, Y/L/N, now if you would please stop wasting my time. I have–”

“Whose at the door? I thought I heard Y/N,” Sirius called from inside the house and you grew exceptionally giddy at the sound of his footsteps drawing near.

“No one, Sirius,” She barked and tried to close the dark wooded door in your face, but he stepped into your line of sight before she could.

The surprise on his face made you smile, but you could see the underlying fatigue and sadness. Sirius shoved past his fuming mother and pulled your shivering body into the house, shutting the door behind you. His arms wrapped around your quivering frame and you melted into him, his incredible warmth radiating off and onto you. His chin rested on top of your head and he found himself sighing contentedly after days of being utterly miserable. 

“Sirius Orion Black,” His mother growled. “She needs to leave this instant. I will not have this in my house.”

You felt Sirius tuck you tighter into his chest and you buried your face into his shirt, breathing in the woodsy scent of him mingled with faint cigarette smoke. “If she leaves, I leave,” He spat bitterly.

“I assume you’ll be leaving then,” She said in the most tranquil tone of voice you had heard yet. 

“Gladly,” He growled and with a swish of Walburga Black’s wand, a bag of his things landed beside them.

Despite knowing how horrible his family was, you couldn’t help but feel a grief deep within you that he was leaving because of you. The Black lineage was certainly not the best, but they were still his flesh and blood. Therefore when Sirius tangled his fingers with yours and pulled you out into the snowy night, your heart sank a bit lower when his mother shouted out five more poisonous words before the door slammed shut. 

‘Don’t bother ever coming back.’

It was silent outside 12 Grimmauld Place. Snow drifted from the sky peacefully as if a storm hadn’t just brewed on the very same street. Fingers still intertwined with Sirius’, you looked up at him to see he was already looking down at you. The white flecks of snow landed in his dark hair and his heavy pants of air came out in clouds of fog and he looked ethereal. His cheeks were warm to the touch and with your free hand you cupped one of them, stroking the rosy skin delicately. Sirius despised his family, but you saw the tiny bit of sadness seeping through because the bond that family had was supposed to be forever. 

The bond between him and the Black’s had been broken for a very long time. 

“Are you okay, my love?” You whispered lowly, almost inaudible. 

His palms landed on your hips and he tilted his head further into your hand that laid on his cheek. “Of course I am,” He muttered and trained his attention on the snowflakes gathering in your hair. “I-I…”

A tear fell onto his cheek, landing near the spot your hand rested on his face. You kissed it away gingerly and heard Sirius whimper before more tears followed. Without a second thought, your arms wrapped around his neck and his went to your waist, crushing you into him.

“I know, love,” You hummed into his ear and raked your digits into his hair lightly. “It’s okay. I’m here, always.”

“Need you,” Sirius croaked in your neck. His voice shook and tears dripped onto your skin. “I love you so much, baby.”

You swore you could hear your heart crack even further. 

“I’m here, my love,” You repeated softly and kissed just under his ear. “I love you too, Sirius. More than you’ll ever know.”

Snow continued to fall as you cradled the boy you loved in your arms. You held him in the middle of a sidewalk on Christmas Eve and you’d continue to hold him and love him unconditionally until the end of time. Sirius Black deserved just that and more. 

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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger
Words: 3,718
Soul-Mate AU
Part 1 of my Marked Series on AO3
Note: This is my very first drabble I have officially posted on AO3!! I hope to do longer drabbles like this now along with headcanons, so I would really appreciate the support. Harry and Pansy’s story will be posted next. Thanks so much for always being there to read my stuff! You are all fantastic. x

The first thing Hermione read when she found out she was a witch was a book on soul-mates. It was the one she was drawn to when she faced her first wizarding bookshelf in Flourish and Blotts. She found the theory that wizards had one true love laughable at first, until she let her secret sappy romantic heart take over. It gave her something to look forward to, it gave her hope for a connection she always yearned for.

She had spent most of her life feeling so misunderstood, would this be the answer? Would it really be like finding her other half? What would her mark look like? Would it actually happen, or was it truly just a theory?

It was amazing to her that when you touched your soul-mate for the first time, you went through an excruciatingly painful process. As soon as your skin met, the skin over your heart would be cut into a symbolic mark representing your soul-mate. As years would pass, it would darken with age until it was black. It was supposed to represent that true love never dies, because your mark would never leave. It would become a part of you forever.

Although this phenomena had apparently existed since the beginning of wizard-kind, it was still considered theoretical. It was hard to prove if your mark was real or just a tattoo, because some people would get tattoos to convince others that their relationship was true. It became a way of proving your love to the world, but most people that were truly marked did not share their marks with everyone. It was private, and they liked to keep it a secret with their soul-mate.

Hermione could only conclude that finding your true soul-mate was a rare occurrence, and she hated herself for feeling false hope, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to find someone that understood her unconditionally, because no one in the muggle-world ever understood her, not even her parents. She learned quickly during her first two years at Hogwarts that most people in the wizarding world didn’t understand her, either. Maybe she was always meant to be misunderstood, but that did not stop Hermione from trying to make contact with as many people as possible. All she had was hope.

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If he could, he would stare at her all day. He thinks that this—scrunched face, untidy curls, and bitten lips—could not get any better, any more beautiful, but then she turns her head, eyes gleaming and locked with his, and she chuckles at his empty parchment spattered with lazy blotches of forgotten ink, she sighs: “I doubt Snape counts that as an essay,” and he feels himself falling, right before he flies.

For an art trade with talented @littlechmura! Go check out the Dramione piece she did for me and do it now!


request: “Could you do a George x reader where reader is an American Ilvermorny transfer and she is going to the burrow and meeting his family for the first time and is really worried about meeting them because she’s doesn’t know how they would react to him dating an American” — by anon

a/n: another george imagine, yaaas! thank you for requesting this because i’ve been thinking of making an imagine like this as well and was happy when someone requested. hope you like it. x


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anonymous asked:

What if James Potter didn't reach Snape on the night of the prank? What happens next?

He was taller than he’d been when he left last summer, and his slim bare feet poked from the bottom of the bed, the hospital sheets barely covering his supine form.  His dark hair was splayed across the starched white pillow, and his black eyelids fluttered in his sleep.  He mumbled on occasion - his pale lips barely moving, his newly deepened voice murmuring softly, and his hands grasping anxiously at his coverings.

She toyed with the frayed edges of her robes until his large roughened hand covered her slender fingers.

“Stop that, love.”

“I can’t…”  Despite her best effort, her voice shook.  “I can’t, Toby.”  She glanced at her husband, his jaw still set in a grimace. He looked formidable, but she knew Tobias Snape better than any other, and his eyes betrayed his fear.  Although his frightful temper commanded respect in the backstreets of Cokeworth, Hogwarts was a very different world.  

Still, Tobias Snape was no coward.  His arm tightened around his wife’s shoulders.  “He’ll be right, love.”

“Now, I think we both know-”

Eileen’s voice was like steel.  “I want to hear you say it.”

Dumbledore faltered, his half smile almost slipping, but then he composed himself.  “My dear-”

“She’s my dear, not yers,” Tobias said, rising from his seat to stand in front of his wife.  “An’ I know yer can do all sorts with that stick, an’ Lord knows, I know yer ain’t scairt of me.  But if our lad deserves owt from all this, he at least deserves that you say it.  To his mother.”  He moved to Eileen’s side, and glared at the older man, his eyes as dark as his son’s.  “Say it.”

“…it was an unfortunate accident.”

“You did not know, perhaps?” Eileen stared levelly at her old Transfiguration teacher.  “No. Of course you knew.  And the rest of the staff, they knew as well, I assume?”

“The boy deserves an education.”

The fury built inside her. “At the expense of my son’s life? Didn’t you have a responsibility for his education as well?  For his wellbeing?”

Dumbledore polished his glasses.  “It was an accident.”

Tobias balled his fists and shoved them deep into his pockets.  “If it were an accident, then how can yer promise it ain’t gonna ‘appen to anyone else’s lad, eh?  Yer ain’t gonna ‘ave any other parents in ‘ere, apologisin’ to ‘em?  Not that yer’ve apologised ter us yet, might I add.”

“It is unfortunate, but ultimately, Severus shouldn’t have been-”

“I’m not listening to this,” Eileen said, standing, and looping her arm through Tobias’.  “I am not listening to you blame my son for you inviting a dangerous werewolf to live at this school.”

Dumbledore moved swiftly in front of the pair, blocking the exit from his study.  “I must assure you, had my precautions been adhered to and acted upon, there would’ve been no harm-”

“Tell me this,” Eileen hissed.  “How did my boy know where to look?”

“I believe…”  Dumbledore took a deep breath.  “I believe the boy confided in one of his housemates.  The folly of youth.  And I believe one of the other housemates led your son into danger.”

“Sirius Black.”  Her accusation was swift.

Dumbledore twitched.  “And tell me, Madam Snape, what makes you suggest Master Black?”

“I know you think that we’re…”  She halted, gripping Tobias’ arm more tightly.  “Because we live amongst the Muggles, because Tobias here is a Mugg-”

“I do not hold such prejudices.”

“Our lad talks,” Tobias said, softly.  “Not often. Not much.  But he mentions ‘em.  And that’s enough for us to know, yer see.  Coz if yer dunner mention much, an’ when yer do, all yer say is Sirius Black this an’ James Potter that, then yer know.”  His voice grew in volume.  “So if his mam knows, an’ I know, then you lot ‘ere must know an’ all.”

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Regret Me [Draco x Reader, Four]

A/N: okay its exactly 4 AM so this sucks but its fluff but its bad fluff sorrrryyyy

Word Count: 1,598

Summary: Part Four to Break Me

Warnings: Angst, forgiveness, like one curse word

Tags: @fandomlover03 @tiny-strawberry- @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night @1amorales1 @missidontknowwhatimdoing @weasleyswizardwheezs @canadianbirdie @all-theesee-fandoms

Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Five


Originally posted by nellaey

It was not happening again. 

It was not. 

At least, that’s what she tried to tell herself. 

There she watched from afar, heart clenching and nerves wracking. Her stomach felt queasy, as if someone had dropped pounds of steel in it. 

Her boyfriend of a month and a half blushed and smiled happily with another. 

A stunning girl, really. Her figure was slim and athletic and her face held an innocent smile yet a sense of maturity to it. Her hair was a familiar shade of red, a typical Weasley trait. 

(Name) knew her. 

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Durmstrang!Draco AU

Based on this post and this post. (They’re amazing!)

“Father, we need to talk.” Draco says one day as he politely sits in front of Lucius’ study desk.

“Yes, Draco?”

“Do you know this year is the year when The Triwizard Tournament will be held?” Draco asks innocently, being sly is one of his strongest suits, so he will hold onto that until his father agrees to his desire.

“Yes, I am quite informed about that. May I ask why did you bring it up?” Draco maintains his posture to ooze confidence and certainty.

“I wish to watch the tournament, Father.” Lucius looks at him sharply at that.

“Draco, are you aware of what you’re asking right now?”

“Yes, Father. I am quite informed about the details and rules, but I still want to watch it.” Lucius narrows his eyes at Draco, but Draco keeps his foot on his ground, showing his father that this is not open for discussion. Draco wants to watch the tournament –no, he needs to watch the Tournament- and so, he will.

“And may I ask why this becomes very important for you?”

“You turned down my invitation to Hogwarts, Father, it’s only fair that I get to see the castle once since I have become a very good student at your chosen school.” Draco throws his ace card.

“Draco…” Lucius sighs, “we have been over this fight a dozen of times.”

“Yes, and we have established that I’m not at Hogwarts because of your personal reasons. Father, let me be there, and I will let go of this grudges. I will still cheer for Durmstrang anyway.” Draco shrugs nonchalantly; he can see the resolves in his father’s eyes crumble. Lucius closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose before sighing, and staring back at Draco.

“Okay, fine, but this will be the end of your Hogwarts obsession. I will see what I can do.” Draco lets himself smiles at that.

“Thank you, Father.”


Somehow pulling connection is one of the best things a Malfoy can do, especially when Lucius is a very close friend of Igor Karkaroff, Durmstrang’s Headmaster, and also ex Death Eater. On the day Durmstrang leaves to Hogwarts, Draco is also boarded on the ship. Well, Draco’s connection is also seemed very wide as he’s witnessed to be chatting with Victor Krum’s inner circle inside the ship, -yes, Victor Krum, one of the best and the youngest Quidditch players the Wizarding world has ever known of.

They arrive at Hogwarts, just with a spare hour or two before the first night dinner feast is going to be held, giving them less than the much needed time to settle down and get ready for their entrance. Draco is on the very back, being the last one that will enter Hogwarts’ Great Hall, wearing the Durmstrang red coat with pride, two torches on his hand, ready for their closing attraction. Helen is four steps ahead of him, winking from her shoulder to Draco, definitely oozing confidence and power. Draco only rolls his eyes; Helen is one of his closest friends since they are actually in the same age. She also forced her parents to let her be here because she wants to finally meet Albus Dumbledore –Hogwarts’ Headmaster, her favourite wizard of all time.

Beauxbaton has finished their charming entrance, and now the Headmaster himself is presenting the Durmstrang students. Igor Karkaroff walks inside with something that only can be described as an aura of power and danger. Victor and the rest of the line come right behind, smashing their staffs to the stone floor, creating magical spark while projecting their pride of Durmstrang. Helen walks in, many eyes turn towards her as she creates sparks and lines of fire with her short staffs –both powerful and graceful, her charming eyes sweep the room as her lips lift up in a small smirk, fire illuminates her dark red hair, and red coat brushes the air with a strong gracefulness. Helen moves like a fucking feline, and she bloody knows how gorgeous and dangerous she is. Draco steps into the room, long legs leap in strong, powerful motions, body twirls and flips in the air, both hands creating large burst of fire by blowing his torches, and just after everyone is finished with their tricks, Draco smirks as he creates a living, flying dragon with his fire, letting the creature swoops the place before vanishing with a wide circle of fire on the great hall ceilings.

Draco finds one intense stare being directed at him, two green orbs that holds his eyes captive, hidden behind glasses, but definitely projecting a sense of awe. Draco smirks before bowing while still maintaining the gaze between him and the boy with spectacular green eyes. Draco’s smirk only gets smugger when the boy’s cheeks reddened, and he abruptly cuts the eye contact, now staring intently at his black robe. Draco Malfoy wants the green eyed boy.


Harry Potter. The green eyed boy with disheveled jet black hair whom Draco fancy is Harry bloody Potter, The Boy Who Live, The Boy Who Killed The Dark Lord, and now one of The Triwizard Tournament’s champions. Draco is not quite sure as how he will get closer to the boy, but he’ll get his chance. For now, he’ll let himself be impressed that Harry Potter is the youngest Triwizard’s champion this year despite the rule about being 17 or older.


Harry Potter is feeling some very bizarre things in his life right now, more bizarre than getting almost killed by a dark powerful wizard three years in a row, much more bizarre than Ron being mad at him for being in the tournament which could actually kill him. Harry thinks he just might fancy a boy. A boy. How bizarre is that? At first he believes that he had a crush on Cho Chang, but then this boy swooped in with his bloody agile legs and with all the bloody dragon fire, he took a look at the boy, and just like that, he is trapped inside the sharp grey eyes, which was illuminated by the fire. He was bloody gorgeous, if Harry might have a say in how he looked like that first night. And Harry thinks, he might just fancy the boy.

But the boy gets closer. At first, he’s just always lounging with Krum and the other red haired girl, but then he starts getting closer. And closer.

“The name’s Draco Malfoy. You must be Harry Potter.” He started one morning after sitting down beside Harry in the Gryffindor table, offering a hand to shake and a smile. Harry swore he looks more gorgeous up close, with sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and bright grey eyes. Harry takes his hand, and he was absurdly reluctant to let go. The next thing that surprise Harry is he supports him, like he’s actually one of Hogwarts’ students instead of Durmstrang. He yells for Harry’s name when he was fighting the dragon in the first task, and he wears the Go, Potter! pin on his coat before the second task even starts.

“You’re supposed to cheer for our champion, Malfoy.” Harry has heard the red haired girl reprimands him in a tired voice one day. Draco Malfoy then cheers for Krum, but he also wears the bloody pin to support Harry.

Holy beard of Merlin, how can he not fancy the Durmstrang git?


“Going to the library again, Viktor?” Harry has heard Malfoy’s voice one day before he makes his turn on the hallway. His feet stops before his mind can catch up, his hands stop Ron, forbidding him to move even one step. Harry watches Malfoy and Krum both walking leisurely in the hallway, Malfoy snickering about Krum going to the library to see the famous Hermione Granger everyday while Krum is admitting defeat in silent with a red face. Harry smiles softly, he likes the way Malfoy’s platinum hair glows under the sunlight, with his coat neatly fastened –he looks calm and collected, but also strong, and little bit dangerous. Harry Potter likes it all. Ron groans heavily beside him.

“Not you, too!” Harry blinks dumbly at Ron.


“Look, I’d understand if it was Krum, with him being all strong muscle and Quidditch top player, but that ponce, Malfoy? Really, Harry? He’s like this snobby arrogant little shit, you know that.” Ron says, which makes Harry frowns.

“We all act like little shits sometimes, Ron.” Then Harry grins while resuming his walk and dragging Ron with him by the shoulders. “Cheer up, it’s not like he fancies me too, you know?” But oh boy how wrong he was, because two weeks later Draco Malfoy is boldly striding to intercept Harry’s track on the hallway before he can get inside his dorm.

“Malfoy.” Harry nods with a polite smile as he doesn’t quite know what to do. Malfoy smiles right back with an unusual anxiety inside his grey eyes. Harry decides that nervousness does not fit with Malfoy’s feature. “May I help you?” Harry finally asks when Malfoy doesn’t say anything. Draco takes a visible gulp before asking.

“Harry Potter, would you do me the honor to escort you as a Triwizard Champion to the Yule Ball?” Malfoy once again offers his hand for Harry to take, but this time Harry is rendered speechless. He feels like he has been gob smacked by something hard on his face.

“W-wh-what?” he stutters quietly, eyes wide at the blond boy in front of him, the subject of his crush, and the biggest factor of him feelings many bizarre things. “WHAT?” Harry finally explodes, which makes Draco smiles as he rolls his eyes. He takes one step closer to Harry –Merlin, too close, this is too close! And then another one until they barely have any space between them. Harry can feel the heat of Draco’s body, Draco’s warm breaths are grazing the shell of his ear, making Harry’s spine shivers delightfully –weird, but delightful. Harry realizes that he doesn’t want Draco to step back. Until Draco suddenly talks right beside Harry’s ear, voice quiet and low, making Harry’s breath stuck in his throat.

“I say, would you go to the ball with me, Harry Potter?” Draco dares his luck and lets his lips brush Harry’s ear in a feather like touch. Harry’s breathe hitches once more, which makes Draco steps back with a wide smile on his face. Harry can only gulps twice in a desperate attempt to dampen his throat, before looking back at the calm and composed boy in front of him. Harry needs to get out of here.

“Y-yeah, okay, yeah.” Harry stutters quickly before running to the Fat Lady painting, saying his password, and finally locking himself safely inside the Gryffindor common room. Fuck, this is not good. Harry has a crush as big as the Durmstrang ship toward the little ponce, called Draco Malfoy. Fuck.


Draco waits for Harry in front of the Great Hall that has been transformed into a very beautiful ballroom, full with white lights, and white dance floor, one table is full with glasses of wine, and the other with self refilled glasses of water. Viktor waits for his date patiently beside him, huh Draco never thought he actually has the guts to ask Granger to the ball, but then Viktor also bet Draco doesn’t have the gut to ask Harry to the ball. Helen is already inside with two of Durmstrang’s boys, she doesn’t need a date, she has two bloody gorgeous bodyguards beside her for the night. Viktor finally smiles widely as the beautiful lady descends from the stone staircase, wrapped in a gorgeous blue dress, with her hair curls softly, framing her heart shaped face, Hermione Granger definitely has outdone even many girls tonight. Draco smiles politely as Granger nods at him. All those shenanigans somehow make Draco missed the entrance of his own date.

Harry Potter looks bloody gorgeous in dress robe. His hair for once is tamer than the usual –still disheveled, but looks sexier than the usual I-don’t-have-a-time-to-actually-brush-my-hair. The green eyes looks brighter, more captivating than ever. Draco’s feet move on their own accord until he stops in front of the boy.

“You clean up nice.” Draco smiles at him. Draco takes note on how easily flustered Harry is, his cheeks redden in a matter of second.

“Uh, uhm…” he clears his throat before continuing “You too, look nice, I mean.” Harry stutters once again which makes Draco grins. He likes making Harry at lost for words. So, like the well bred pureblood that he is, he leans down to kiss Harry’s hand, before offering his arm for Harry to take. When he finally holds Draco’s arm, it feels like Harry is holding for his lifeline, Draco smiles at him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you trip on your first dance.” With that Draco walks inside the Great Hall, escorting the one and only Harry Potter in his arm.


After the Yule Ball, Harry and Draco are rarely seen alone. They got oh so much closer than they can imagine. Harry loves Draco’s company, Draco has somehow become an escape, something calm, and strong, something that tethers Harry to his sanity. Draco offers him the break that his mind needs from all the deadly tournament challenges, or most importantly from his weird dream that includes Voldemort, while Draco sees Harry as a comfortable companion. Someone’s different, someone that doesn’t belong with all the uptight traditions of being a pureblood. Draco learns a lot of things with Harry, things that sometimes are being push aside by the pureblood to achieve their personal goal, things like kindness, and friendship, and humanity.

They talk, and talk, and talk. They basically talk about everything. It somehow feels nice to have someone they can talk to about everything and anything without being judged by their own peers. So they talk, and they take walks in the Forbidden Forest, and then they talk some more. Comfortable companionship turns into uncertain touches, and finally it turns into holding each other. Harry instigated the first hesitant fingers loop when they were just leisurely walking inside the school ground, but Draco didn’t pull away, so fingers loop became hand holding in the end. But Draco instigated the first full body holding. Harry was telling him about how not all muggles are good muggles, just like wizard, and he gave the Dursley as an example. After Harry has to stop talking to keep his voice from breaking, Draco just stood up and trapped Harry inside his embrace. That day, Harry finally recognize Draco’s scent as he buried his head on the boy’s shoulder –sage, lemongrass, and oddly something that Harry can only describe as Earl Grey tea. Draco only tightens his embrace as Harry takes a full whiff of Draco’s scent, keeping it inside his mind.

Time is never relevant when you’re busy. You’re busy saving your life, you’re  busy keeping yourself sane, you’re busy sorting out your feelings, you’re busy mourning for a friend, you’re busy telling everyone about a grave danger that has come back. Harry knows that time is never relevant in his life, in the end he would only find himself in the last page of the book, in the end he’ll stand waving goodbyes to many people. This time he regrets all the time that feels irrelevant, this time he regrets for not making more time with Draco Malfoy, instead he got caught up with evil wizard trying to kill him and the death of a very good wizard. Harry has lost his time to actually making worthy memories that doesn’t give him any nightmare with Draco Malfoy.

The Triwizard Tournament is over, Harry has won, Cedric was murdered, and Mad Eye Moody was locked down six feet underground. Now, the Beauxbaton and Durmstrang needs to go back to their respective school. Harry is sad, but he is not alone. He has said his goodbye to Fleur and her sister, he also has said his farewell to Krum, but he hasn’t seen the only one that he actually needs to say goodbye to. Draco Malfoy is nowhere to be seen. So, now Harry is in one of the less crowded hallway with Ron and Hermione, looking at the Pegasus carriages bringing the Beauxbaton’s students home.

“You okay, Harry?” Hermione asks.

“Yeah, yeah, I will be eventually.”

“You have said your goodbye?” Ron asks concern. Harry shakes his head with a sad smile on his lips.

“Can’t find him.”

“It’s okay, mate. It’s summer holiday now. Do yourself a favor, forget him and find yourself a nice bloke, yeah?” Ron grins which makes Hermione slaps his arms, but Harry is smiling. Yeah, everything is gonna change now.

“You will write to me, won’t you?” Hermione asks, her voice is shaking a little bit. They start walking away from the wall.

“Blimey, I won’t have time to write you anything ‘Mione!” Ron exclaims.

“You’ll write to me, though, Harry.”

“Oh yeah, everyday for the entire holiday, as many as you—” Harry is smiling at Hermione, but his words stuck in his throat as he suddenly see Draco leaning on the wall at the end of the hallway. Harry can’t quite believe his own eyes, but Draco straightens his posture and smiles charmingly as he walks straight to Harry, ignoring everyone else in the room. “I thought you’d left.” Harry finally breathes.

“Cannot leave without saying goodbye, can I?” Draco once again closes the distance between them, but this time stopping face to face with Harry. Grey eyes hold the green captive, and Harry feels faint with the sheer passion inside Draco’s eyes. With tenderness Harry couldn’t quite imagine, Draco’s finger trails on Harry’s jaw, lifting his chin softly in the end before leaning in. Soft lips touch Harry’s lips hesitantly before diving in for a searing kiss. One breathtaking kiss that makes Harry’s toes curls inside his shoes, and forget about the world beside the space between the both of them. In the end, Draco lets the kiss becomes slower, mapping Harry’s lips with his tongue, and slowly pulls back. Harry is in a daze, his face flustered, lips red and almost swollen by kisses, his hair is the most disheveled Draco has ever seen, his glasses is fogged, but the brilliant green peeks out behind the glass. Draco decides that he loves seeing Harry like this.

“I’ll see you again one day, Harry. This year has been the highlight of my life.” Draco once again leans in to kiss Harry’s cheek, and then he starts walking away. Harry can only stares at Draco retreating figure, he doesn’t quite sure on what to say, but Draco turns back again to face him, and start walking backward. A grin is plastered on his face. Grey eyes look warm under the sunset light. “Write to me, Harry! Everyday for the entire holiday and even much longer! I’ll wait for your letters!” Draco grins as he half say half yell the sentence. Harry smiles at that.

“Will do! Everyday for as long as you want, as many as you want!” Harry feels his eyes waters a bit. Draco Malfoy is surely something else, something so out of this world that somehow belongs in Harry’s life. With that, Draco nods and then he runs; disappears from the hallway, boarding the ship he came with on the first September, going back home with the Durmstrang’s students.

I will see you around, Draco Malfoy.


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Another imagine, I hope this one is better than the first one. Also, english is nor my first language, so if you see there any mistakes, let me know so I can fix them, thanx :))

imagine: You and Draco are best friends but things change rapidly when he starts dating Pansy Parkinson and your friendship with him is going down.


“What the heck is wrong with you?” you asked your best friend, Draco, as soon as you both entered his dorm. “You’ve been acting so weird, Malfoy.”

“i have no idea what are you talking about, Y/N.” he said not sounding as innocently as he tried to. “There is nothing wrong with me, we both know that I am perfect.” he smirked as he sat on parapet, you quickly follow him. It was your spot. You two always sit there whenever one of you needed to talk.

“Don’t you dare to lie to me like that ever again.” you rolled your eyes and looked directly into his grey eyes. “Come on, Draco, you know you can tell me everything, right?” you asked.

“I know I just-“ he stopped as he looked at you and after a few seconds of a silent staring, he frowned. “Okay, there is this girl-“

“I KNEW IT!” you screamed and pointed your finger at him. “Ha! I know you too well.” you smiled proudly at yourself. “Sooo, who is this unlucky girl?”

“Very funny, Y/N.” he said but did not answer your question, which made you mad.

“Tell me, Malfoy, who is it?” you asked once again, now in more serious and deadly tone.

“Nope, not telling you anything, darling.” he smiled probably pleased by teasing you like this.

“Ew! Keep those hufflepuff nicknames for that girl.” you said disgusted. “Seriously, who is it?”

“Not telling you.”

“Tell me, NOW!”

“Nope, sorry, darling.” he smirked.

“You’re seriously messing with your life now.” you snapped, getting more and more angry with every second.

The two of you were always, like literally always sharing everything, whenever it was about your parents, school, or anything else..You knew everything about each other and now, there was some girl who Draco decided to fancy and everything was suddenly different. And you didn’t even know her name yet.

“Yeah, of course.” he rolled his eyes.

“What is your problem? First you tell me you fancy someone and then you just decide to keep your bloody mouth shut?! I thought we were telling everything to each other.” you jumped off the parapet you were sitting on and made your way to the door.

“Y/N, come on!” he called after you but you didn’t stop. You just left his room and locked yourself in your own dorm, which he had no access into right now.

After a minute or two of knocking and calling your name, Draco decided to give up and left, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You had no idea why did this upset you so much. It was just some other girl on Draco’s list. Probably some stupid pureblood Slytherin or Ravenclaw. Draco had a lot of those girls, but it never lasted longer than two weeks.

But now, something seemed different about this girl. And you couldn’t for the love of god figure out what.

One week later, you were still avoiding Draco as much as you could. He was trying to catch up with you all the time, in classes, at lunch, dinner, in the common room and every single evening he was knocking at your door. Yet, you didn’t want to talk to him.

“Hey, how is it possible,Y/N?! And why didn’t you tell me?” snapped your friend one morning at Great Hall.

“What the hell are you talking about, Y/F/N?” you asked confused.

“Oh god, he didn’t tell you?!” she screamed surprised but with smile on her face.

“WHO DIDN’T TELL ME WHAT, EXACTLY?” you were getting mad again.

“Draco! How could he not tell you that he is dating Parkinson?! I thought you two are guys sharing everything.”

It was like a knife to your heart. You could literally feel Pansy Parkinson’s pig nails soaking in your heart and it made you wanna puke.

“So Parkinson is that girl.” you mumbled to yourself. “A few miles under your level, Malfoy.”

And then you saw it. You saw them.

Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson entering the Great Hall hand in hand with wide smiles on their faces. You and that pig face girl hated each other since day one at Hogwarts, so there was no surprise when you felt offended by Draco that he is dating her.

“Well, why didn’t he tell you?” asked your friend again.

“Malfoy and I are not at good terms right now.” you explained shortly not want to talk about it.

“Looks like he already found someone to replace you.” you liked your friend, but now you just wanted to punch her right in the face.

“Be that kind for once, Y/F/N, and shut up, okay?” you smiled sarcastically at her and before she could reply, Parkinson cut her off.

“Hi, Y/N, a bit lonely, aren’t you? Now, when Dracie and I are dating, you better get use to it.” she smirked standing right above you still hand in hand with Draco, who was just pretending not to be there.

You stand up from your seat. “I am seriously very happy for you, Piggie, but don’t be surprised when one day he will betray you like you were nothing in his life. It’s some kind of habit he has.” you smiled deadly at her ignoring Draco staring at you and before one of them could say anything else, you were gone.

“Malfoy and Y/L/N.” said Snape pairing you and Draco in potions class the other day.  You frowned and waited for his ass to get to your table so you could start making Amortenia, the most powerful love potion.

“Hi, Y/N-“ he started carefully but was cut off by your cold voice.

“Save it, Malfoy, I don’t have time for whatever you wanna tell me.” you said not looking at him and made your way for the ingredients.

Both of you kept silent. You were as good at potions as was Draco so there was no need to talk. You knew what you were doing and so did he. It was always like this. You two didn’t need words to understand each other perfectly. Well, things change.

“Y/N, come on, you can’t ignore me forever!” he frowned sadly.

“Really? Because that’s exactly my plan.” you still refused to look at him so you kept cutting your ingredients.

“I miss you, Y/N, I really do.” you closed your eyes as he said those words. Something in you wanted to hug him and tell him that you miss him too, more than he could know, but you didn’t do it. Your pride didn’t let you.

“Then you can go to your girlfriend. I am sure she can make you forget about me easily.” you smiled at him deadly.

“it’s not like that and you know it.” he said and grabbed your wrist as you were trying to find your way as far away from him as possible.

“Miss Y/L/N, is there any problem?” asked Snape.

“No, sir, sorry.” you apologized. “Let me go, Malfoy.” you snapped at the blonde boy.

“No, you’re not running away from me. Not this time.” he said and still hold your wrist. “Professor, actually I think I should go with Y/N to the hospital wing, she can barely stand on her own feet.”

Snape just nod and no longer payed attention to any of you. Draco made his way out of the classroom grabbing you with him.

“She can barely stand on her own feet? Really? So now your main priority is to splash my reputation in toilet? Well done then, Malfoy.” you spat when you were at the hallway. Draco let go of your arm and you were ready to get back to class, but he pushed you gently against the wall and pressed his body slightly against yours so you had no chance to run away.

“Get away from me, now!”

“You’re not going anywhere until we figure this out.” he said calmly. His face was only few inches away from yours and you couldn’t help but shiver a bit.

Of course you two were physically close to each other in the past, but it never made you feel like this.

“There is nothing to figure out. We are done.” you snapped looking right into his eyes.

“Why are you so mad at me?” he asked ignoring what you just said. “You were never angry at me like this, never, and now you want to end our friendship because I got myself a girlfriend? What is wrong with you?”

“Are you kidding me right now? What is wrong with me? You seriously don’t understand, do you?”

“No, I don’t, so explain it to me!” when he was so close to you, you could see a light bags under his eyes. His hair was not as perfect as usually and his lips were dry.

“That’s the problem, Malfoy. You don’t understand.” he slowly let go of you and made one step back. For a second you could swear there was a flash of fear in his eyes.  “You always did, no matter what, you understood me, and now? You just don’t. Not anymore.”

All My Love

Request: can you do one where u and Fred and George have been friends since first year and now it’s around the time of the you’ll ball and Fred starts flirting with Angelina and you get kind of jealous then like during the yule ball he asks you out to be his girlfriend

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader


The Yule Ball was such a huge topic of conversation throughout Hogwarts right now. Even Hermione, who normally had her nose stuffed in a book, gushed to you about her and Krum, and what she should wear.

“Oh, pipe up, (Y/N)! You’ll get a date, you’re loved by everyone here.” Hermione grinned to you from across the bed. You two were sitting in her bed in the dorms, both invested in the topic of conversations that swirled around Hogwarts as a storm rattled outside.

“Hermione, just because you like me, doesn’t mean everyone here likes me. Ron and Harry don’t count here.” You rolled your eyes at your best friend, who rolled them right back at your after your remark.

“Shut up, I know a certain someone who’s taken a fancy to you..” she smirked, and you felt yourself jump a little.

“What? Who?” You rushed.

“A certain ginger boy..” She went on.

“Shut up, we all know Ron’s in love with you, Hermione.” You laid back against the headboard.

“No,” Hermione’s face flushed a little, “Not Ron. Fred Weasley.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You’ve known the Weasleys since first year, when Mrs Molly Weasley helped you and Harry access platform 9 ¾ to get to the train. You’ve always loved the family, but Fred Weasley, you liked in a different way than the rest.

“You’re lying,” You muttered, feeling your cheeks warm up. Thank god it was dark and only the fireplace was on as the rain rumbled on outside.

“Would I lie to you about this? Come on, trust me! Ron said he heard Fred talking to George about how gorgeous he thought you were. Talk it up with him, flirt a little. Be playful. I’m certain he’s into that. Just be yourself, and I know he’ll grow a pair and ask you to the ball!” She clapped her hands happily and got off the bed, “You and Fred would be so cute! You’re like, this shy girl who’s incredibly smart and gorgeous and he’s like, the school troublemaker, and he’s loud. It’s a match made in heaven!”

You rolled your eyes, “Alright, fangirl. I’ll see if I can flirt, but we both know I can’t.”

“With a face like yours though, you shouldn’t need to flirt. Boys adore you. Or make him jealous!” She smirked, and then changed the topic to something about what Snape said in class today that she wanted to point out so badly, but didn’t want to lose points for Gryffindor.


It was breakfast time in the Great Hall and the entire atmosphere was buzzing, everyone was in a good mood. You sat between Harry and Fred (due to a persistent Hermione) and you were starting to feel nervous as to how exactly you’d flirt with Fred to make him more comfortable asking you to the ball.

“(Y/N), Draco’s staring at you,” Ron said through a mouth full of food from next to Hermione who looked disturbed.

“Git,” Harry mumbled.

“Oooh, get it (Y/N)!” Hermione giggled, and you rolled your eyes laughing, and you understood she was trying to get Fred jealous (as she mentioned last night.)

“Do I smile? It’s kind of awkward.” You muttered to her while Harry and Ron mentioned something about Quidditch.

“No, you ignore him, don’t stoop to the level of Malfoy,” Fred said in your ear and Hermione winked at you without him noticing.

“I mean he’s a real git but he’s not an ugly one..” You trailed off, and before Fred could answer, his attention was turned to Angelina, who took a seat next to George (who was across from Fred.)

“Morning, Angelina!” Fred piped up, and you smacked your face with your palm, thinking you might have taken the Draco thing too far. Hermione gave you a sympathetic smile and passed you a small chocolate covered strawberry, which you took from her and gulped down.

You stayed silent for the rest of breakfast, listening to Fred and Angelina flirt it out like no one was listening, and when he ended up asking her to the ball, you slammed your drink down and got up, walking out of the great hall, telling Harry and Ron you felt sick, and they gave you sympathetic nods before Hermione stood up and followed you out.

Once you guys got to the Gryffindor common room, you sulked into the couch.

“WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME!” You groaned and Hermione sat next to you.

“He’s not worth you being upset over! Come on, cheer up!” She rubbed your back as your stared at the fire.

“You said he liked me,” You mumbled, looking over at her as she lowered her gaze to her fingers.

“Sometimes, guys get scared when they’re with a girl they like. You saw how Ron was when he asked me to the ball,” She chuckled, making you grin thinking of when Ron asked Hermione to the ball, unaware of the fact she was going with someone already.

“Fred doesn’t seem scared with Angelina, though,” You sulked like a little girl.

Hermione stood up and grabbed your hand, “That’s because he doesn’t like her that way! Come on, you have a dress already so cheer up, and worst case, go with Harry!”

“Harry’s the most famous wizard in the world, plus he’s in the triwizard tournament, pretty sure he can get any girl he wants, Hermione.” Hermione groaned and at the moment, Harry and Ron walked into the room looking concerned.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?” Ron asked, plopping down on the couch next to you. With your permission, Hermione told Ron and Harry about your little ‘heartbreaking situation’ and Harry agreed to be your date to make Fred jealous, which Hermione grinned at and Ron looked sick.

“My brother? Really? Don’t need you laggin’ about our house once you two start dating. You’re at our house enough as it is.” Ron chuckled.

“You love me, Ronald Weasley.” You patted his head, and he grinned.

“You’re not wrong.”


It was finally the day of the ball, the past week dragged by so slowly. You and Hermione had finished getting ready. You wore a silver, floor length gown that had sparkles near the bottom, and short sleeves that came off the shoulders. Your (y/h/c) hair was curled in a vintage style and your simple makeup really made a difference, and you were happy. Hermione looked gorgeous as well, and as you two made your way down the stairs of the Great Hall, you saw Harry and Ron gape from the bottom of the stairs, making you two giggle.

“Wow..” Ron started before getting dragged off by his date.

“You two look absolutely amazing,” Harry smiled at the two of you, as you both thanked him.

Viktor Krum came over to take Hermione’s hand and kissed it, telling you you looked lovely before walking off with her, and you could see the pink on her cheeks making you giggle.

“Shall we?” You asked Harry before making your way into the Hall, and wow was it gorgeous. You were admiring it intently, until Harry interrupted your thoughts.

“Do you want something to drink?” He asked, letting go of your arm. You nodded with a smile and he dissapeared into the crowd.

“(Y/N),” You heard your name from behind you and came face to face with Draco Malfoy, who looked pretty dashing, “You look beautiful.” He said and you blushed a little, “Too bad you went with Potter, we could have been the best looking couple here.” He smirked.

You felt an arm around your waist and turned to find Fred Weasley staring down Draco, “Shove off, Malfoy,” Draco rolled his eyes and didn’t feel the need to argue with him, before walking off.

“Fred, he wasn’t going to do anything. He knows better.” You said softly, loving the feeling of his arm around you.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you.” He whispered, eyes lingering on yours, and your heart sped up a little. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Harry coming back, but he stopped in his tracks and winked at you when he saw the position you and Fred were in.

“Come on, it’s no big deal,” You giggled as Fred leaned in a bit and you stepped back, “Wow, wait, aren’t you here with Angelina? Don’t swoop in like this.” You saw his face fall.

“No, no, I mean yes I’m here with her but,” He sighed, “Only because I didn’t have the courage to ask you. Seeing you here with Potter, it’s killing me.” He looked down at his feet before looking back at you, “I know it sounds cheesy, but I’ve liked you for a really long time, and we’ve been friends and I don’t want to ruin that which is why I may not have shown my interest. But seeing you, looking absolutely ravishing tonight by the way, but seeing you with Harry and Malfoy, it hurts.” He finished, and you blushed.

“I understand completely, you big goof. I feel the same way,” You said and he grinned and kissed your hand. You felt bad for Harry, ditching him like this, but you saw him chatting it up with some Ravenclaw girl before Fred dragged you to the dance floor.

“May I have the dance?” He bowed down with a smirk.

“Of course.”


Customer: What is it with you kids and your labels!?!

Me: ….. you think we want to have labels? We use them as shields against a society that doesn’t listen to No.

Customer: Well fine. But don’t shove it in everyone else’s face, am I right?

Me: You’ve been coming to this store for 8 months now and know almost nothing about me, correct?

Customer: …. yes?

Me: But I can fix that rather quickly. I’m a Slytherin, INTP, Aromantic, Asexual who borders on being Schizoid.

Regular Customer sitting at close table: Holy shit, everything makes sense now!

Me: *points to the Regular* My point.

Customer: *stuttering*

Me: We use labels to cut corners in getting to know a person in a fast paced and impersonal society. Not because we want to seem like special, unique little snowflakes.

Coworker: If you haven’t researched those labels it basically means that she is a mildly evil robot who can be defeated with a hug from the right person. Relatable to a cat.

Me: ………. She’s rude but not wrong.


“the idea for this imagine came to me while listening to the song ‘give me love’ by ed sheeran and reading sirius imagines. the song is so cute and just… asdfghjkl. this request is gonna be in multiple parts by the way. also, i was the anon that had the really long request but was lazy, so here it is. it might have mistakes. the background of this idea is that the reader was close friends with all of the marauders and sirius black and the reader became lovers around their 5th year. they continued this relationship up until sirius was taken to azkaban (p.s. reader is basically harry’s godmother). they also planned on getting married and starting a family at some point (they’re mEANT to be okay). reader was unbelievably upset about this and knew something up because the man she loved wasn’t like that. the reader and remus sent owls to each other talking about what happened. also, reader didn’t have any serious relationships with anyone else while sirius was in azkaban, just maybe a quick hookup here and there. skip to the point when sirius escapes, drawing attention to the reader. once again, remus and reader sent owls to each other discussing the matter. reader didn’t know when she’d see sirius again or if she ever would see him again because the first place most would look to find sirius was at their house since they were a well known couple. here is basically the plot: harry, hermione, and ron find out about their relationship from remus and try to secretly set them up, neither one knowing about this plan to be reunited, when they find out sirius is a good guy. or maybe remus sets them up. anyways, they do finally reunite (LOTS of fluff. like a lot of hugging & kissing & crying, especially from reader) before sirius leaves with buckbeak. sirius explains to the reader about what actually happened that night and how he escaped from azkaban. reader is eventually told that he has to leave to go into hiding. reader is very upset because she just finally got to see him for the first time in like twelve years. sirius then suggests that she should go into hiding with him, and she says yes because who doesn’t like a happy ending?? i’m so sorry that this is extremely long and very specific!!! 💓”

hi there anon; thank you for your request. i hope this is okay for you, i spent a long time writing this; i’m sorry that it spent so long in my inbox. also thank you to @parchment-scribbles and @harryputsthedindraco for putting up with my endless whining about this fic. xx

Word Count: 6.8k

Sunlight fought its way through the glass panes of the ancient classroom. Small rainbow spectrums rested against the stone bricks that gave the room its basic structure. Thirty first-year students stood against the back wall waiting for their name to be called out, a small gesture which would show them where they would have been seated for the rest of their school year. Some listened carefully while the Professor called every name, to try and learn the names of their classmates; others zoned out and avoided eye contact with everybody until their name was called. Sirius Black was one of those; he was adamant when he first walked into the dusty abyss that nothing in that room could have ever interested him. Charms classes were the only lessons that he currently shared with the Slytherins; the ones who sneered whenever he walked past them or screamed that he was a blood-traitor. He did not share the same beliefs as his evil family; at just the young age of eleven, Sirius had developed his own opinions and attitudes, ones which disagreed with everything the Black’s had worked hard to build upon over the last century. For Sirius, the only option left was to put on a facade, one that showed that he didn’t care about what others thought of him; he couldn’t show anybody that he felt any differently.

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To my Dearest Regret, With Hope

Request: Listen. I’m legit bawling. I’m crying. My heart has been broken and scarred. You did that! I need a part 4 please or I might just die, M. Your writing is gonna kill me someday, you queen of angst, you. AND other sweet comments! THIS IS A PART OF THE To Newt, With Love series

Word Count: 2,627

Pairing: Newt x Reader

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Tag List: @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @gemininomad @fangirlingandcrying @adellyhatter-blog @ryeosomnia

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Newt stares at the brick house in front of him, taking a deep breath before dipping his head and walking toward it. The leather case in his hand bounces against his right leg with every quick step he takes. He times his steps, falling into the same familiar rhythm as the creak of the neighbor’s porch swing.

Climbing up the three hole-ridden steps, Newt curses under his breath. He pauses at the top and sighs. It’s now or never.

The door slams open halfway through his third knock. He nearly smacks his mother in the face as he stumbles forward, but she just ducks under his hand and wraps her arms around his stomach.

“Erm, hi mum.”

“You finally remembered I’m alive!”

Newt rolls his eyes over his mother’s head. “I never forgot it. That would be hard with all the owls you kept sending.”

She steps away from him, leading him into the house. “How could I not send them? You never replied. I didn’t know if you were getting any of them.”

Newt pulls the door shut behind him as he steps inside. “I’ve been busy.”

“I know, I know,” Mrs. Scamander waves her hands, walking down the hall to the kitchen, “Your animals mean more than your own dear mother.”

“That’s not true.” He follows her, eyes trailing over the pictures of him and Theseus at various ages, hanging in rotting frames on the cream walls.

“Well, you aren’t very good at showing that, are you? Come in here, I just finished baking some biscuits.”

Chuckling at a picture of him and Theseus grinning ear to ear in front of the ocean, stacks of shells balanced on their sopping curls, Newt heads into the kitchen. It hasn’t changed much since he was young. The same dog and cat salt and pepper shakers sit above the stove. The same row of flower vases with the same nine vases are lined up on the far counter, like soldiers ready to march at any moment. The same wooden frames hold up the same moving pictures.

Well, almost all the same pictures. Newt tries not to see the different faces in three of the frames, changed courtesy of Theseus.

“How have you been, honey?” Mrs. Scamander sets a cup of tea and a plate of two bite-sized biscuits down in front of Newt.

“I’ve almost died five times since I last saw you.” He fights a smile at his mother’s frown as he bites into a biscuit.

She falls into the chair across from him. “Do you want to kill your mother? Merlin’s beard, Newt, didn’t I raise you better?”

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Fox and the Hound

Prompt: Ok I never requested anything to another writer, so I feel like I should for the first time, hoping I’ll get one of your free slot ! Can I have a fluffy story with post-Azkaban Sirius ? Like the reunion between him and his s/o after 13 years apart because of damn Peter Pettigrew ? I need some Sirius Black love in my life, please ? :-). I think I saw you were writing for HP so hope I’m not mistaking…Anyway. Here. Love your work by the way :D.

Requested by: ellana-ravenwood

Fandom: Harry Potter

AN: I am so picky about Harry Potter fics, but this was so much fun to write.

When the news had reached you of his escape, you’d been more than a little flustered. Everyone knew about the two of you. And despite the years, and what he’d done, you’d never been able to shake what you’d felt for Sirius Orion Black.

You’d been the muggleborn Hufflepuff, and Lily Evan’s best friend. He was the pureblood Gryffindor. You were quiet. He was loud. You’d avoided him like the plague, and he hadn’t noticed you were alive. Until you had pulled his ass out of the fire. You’d redirected Severus Snape the night he’d lured him down to the whomping willow. You knew what the marauders were up to on those nights. You and Lily had snuck peeks more than once. You’d also handed him his ass.

You had gone on a ten minute tirade about responsibility, and kindness, and not stooping to his level. And when everything was said and done, as you stood there breathing heavily and red in the face, he had asked you out. The rest had been history.

The two of you had eloped shortly after Lily and James had gotten married. The four of you, Remus and Peter had been your own kind of family. Closer than blood. You’d been happy despite the war. You’d stayed in hiding in the muggle world, while Sirius undertook missions as an Auror. He’d come home every night tired, but with a smile on his face.

You never got to see Harry. Lily and James had gone into hiding right before he’d been born. But she had sent pictures and letters. It had done little to stave off the isolation you felt. But it was enough. Only Sirius knew where they were. He’s bring back stories of how big Harry had gotten, and his achievements. You longed to know your godson.

And then that night had happened. The aurors had stormed your home, and you’d been taken into custody. They had held you for three days until you’d been cleared. By that time Harry had disappeared, Sirius was in Azkaban, and you were two months pregnant.

Dumbledore had refused to tell you where the baby was. He’d insisted that Harry was safe and loved and that was all that mattered. You knew better. And with the magical courts not an option, you went to the muggle ones. You’d found him with Lily’s sister. Her family had been more than happy to hand him over, and you’d been more than willing to take him.

You had found a place in the muggle world, and with the Black family vaults at your disposal, you had nothing to worry about. You set your magic aside, and you raised your godson, and your son as muggle as possible. But fate was a strange thing, and when Harry’s Hogwarts letter came, you were tempted to burn it.

Pomona had been quick to show up. Your old head of house had been one of the few people you’d stayed in contact with. She had pleaded with you, until you knew you had no choice but to send Harry and then your son, Elijah, off to Hogwarts.

And now here you were, right back at the place everything had started. You greeted the scarred man with a smile. Remus was quick to open his arms for a hug, and you took it gladly. His words were kind, “You did good Y/N.”

You take a seat, “I don’t know about that.”

He gives you another small smile, “You were only nineteen. And in the span of one night you lose your closest friends, your husband, and gain two children.”

You swallow thickly, “I did what had to be done Remus. Why did you call me? Are my boys?”

“Flourishing. Harry and Elijah both look just like their fathers.”

A small, sad smile takes over your lips, “They’re the best parts you know? Of Lily and James, and of me and Sirius.”

“What if I told you Sirius was innocent.”

Your head shoots up, “I’d tell you not to tease me Remus.” He simply hands over the map, and what you see there makes you burn with anger. You meet his eyes, “We need to go.”

He shakes his head, “I need to go. I need you to keep watch. If he tries to escape.”

You nod sharply, “I’ll catch the rat. Don’t worry.”

You watch from the trees. The first sight you’re met with is one of Harry and Elijah supporting Sirius. Your knees go weak at the sight. You have to force yourself to stay back. And when things go awry, you’re ready. You don’t worry about the children, Severus has them, and despite his history with your husband, the man owes you. One glance tells you he’s ready to pay.

You focus on Pettigrew. As he reaches for the wand you fire off a spell. You’re rusty, but your aim is still good. The wand flies out of his hand, and you petrify him. You turn to Severus, “Get them inside the castle now. Quickly Severus.”

You can see your sons’ stunned expressions. You quietly turn to the battle going on. Confident that Peter is down for the count, you let the change come quickly. It’s your first time on four paws in nearly thirteen years.

You’re smaller than Sirius, but faster. You scurry up his back and onto Moony’s face, chittering away as you go. There’s a sense of familiarity there, and slowly the wolf calms down.

When he retreats into the forest, you jump back onto Sirius’ back, and then to the ground. Your fox stares at his grimm, before you both turn back.

He stares at you, a small smile on his face. He breathes your name “Y/N.”

You feel the tears streak down your face, “I’m so sorry Sirius. I should have known, I should have known.”

You keep repeating the statement as he wraps his arms around you, “Shh, Oh my sweet  vixen. It’s not your fault, and it was my fault that they died. We changed secret keepers to Peter. I didn’t tell you in an effort to protect you. I’m so sorry.”

“You spent thirteen years in Azkaban. I didn’t even give you the benefit of the doubt!”

“You’d just lost everyone you cared for. You had a child to take care. Your husband had been convicted of murder and you were … you were pregnant. I could take care of myself. I’m fine. I swear.”

You take a shaky breath, “You’re not going back in there Sirius Black. I’m not letting it happen. Our sons need you. I need you.”

He wipes away your tears, “Do you still love this old hound dog Y/N?”

You nod, “With everything I have.”

He kisses you, “Then we’ll make up for lost time. I’ll get to know our sons. And we’ll protect them together from here on out.” You simply nod, and cling to him. Cherishing the strength and the warmth of his arms.


request: “after that first one i need more draco/julian 😩😩 maybe they didn’t obliviate team flash after that whole reunion and they stayed in central city and the golden trio comes to visit for christmas so all of team flash walks in on them using magic to make the west house more festive and they’re all mesmerized and it’s just a wonderful christmas with the wiz gang back together again?? thanks so much again for the other one and tbh your account is a blessing to this website omfgggg <3” — by @fuckkoffcourtney

a/n: that must be the biggest compliment i have ever received ever! thank you so so much for those kind words 💖 and to be honest, i live for this crossover because the flash and harry potter are two of my main fandoms 😂 (p.s. this is going to be long af again and changed it up a little bit again too)

p.s. albus severus, lily luna, and hugo are not born yet in this imagine



    Team Flash learned to accept the truth after a couple of weeks of being introduced to Y/N Potter. They were surprisingly understanding about Y/N’s and Draco’s case that it was like nothing happened. Though there were times when they still couldn’t help asking questions, like what the hell was Hogwarts or were unicorns really real. As the days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, they already treated Y/N as a part of the team as Y/N already treated them as her second family.

    Meanwhile, Draco could never be more happy now that they were together again. She immediately accepted his offer when he asked her if it was okay if they were going to share an apartment, Y/N even rolling her eyes and saying that he didn’t have to worry because she wasn’t going to let him go out of her sight ever again; Draco smirking and pleased. He also started to get handy with his wand once more, which was kept inside its box for years, as well as slowly returning into his old self again — minus the bad attitude, of course.

     "I wish I was a wizard.“ murmured H.R. as Y/N helps him with the decoration inside the cortex, a wand in her hand as she commands the ornaments to place themselves around the room.

    Y/N chuckled. "You’ve said that for the sixth time since I decided to join you.”

     "Because I really want to. Why do you think I always have these two bad boys around?“ he brought out the sticks that he always brings around him.

     "Nice try, H.R., but you don’t really possess magic.” said Draco as he suddenly enters, smirking when he saw his girlfriend was there.

     Y/N smiled. “Now, Draco, don’t talk like that. Of course, H.R. has magic! Just the different kind though.” she chuckled.

     Before H.R. could respond, an owl abruptly soared above their heads, Cisco running after it in complete annoyance and frustration. “Bad bird! Bad bird!” shouted Cisco as he flaps his arm in the air. “I told that little owl that his kind are not allowed inside this building, but he won’t freaking go outside!” he complained.

     Y/N and Draco shared a look and as if on cue, a letter fell on top of Y/N’s palm. The owl hooted then, exiting the cortex at once just as Cisco hoped, much to his confusion.

     He furrowed his eyebrows, pointing at the red envelope in Y/N’s hand. “Did that owl just delivered a message and left like nothing happened?”

     "Yes, Cisco, it’s one of the ways wizards use to communicate with each other. I’m surprised people still use them.“ said Draco just as it began to smoke. "Though, Y/N, you might want to open that quickly because I’m 100% sure it’s a howler.”

     She widened her eyes. “Shoot, of course, it is.” she hastily opened it.

     The letter floated in midair as it stretched, Cisco and H.R. now moving behind the couple in utter amazement and fear of what they were seeing in front them. It seemed like just when they think they’ve seen it all, the wizarding world proves yet again that they are completely wrong.

     “Y/N Potter!” Hermione’s recognizable voice was heard when the letter opened its mouth, the tone of her voice making it obvious that she was mad. “I can’t believe that after I agreed on letting you stay with Malfoy, you haven’t bothered to make any contact with us at all —”

    “Hermione, don’t scare her away —” said Ron in the background.

    “— even until now that it’s so close to Christmas! I miss you so much along with your twin brother, Ron, and Ginny. Not to mention your nieces and nephews. But no worries now, I just sent you this letter to inform you that we’ll be visiting Central City to meet you.”

     Ron piped in once again. “We’re bringing the kids!”

     "And we haven’t really told Harry about this plan but I know he’ll agree. See you in a couple of days!“ finished Hermione as the letter bursts up into flames, its ashes falling down on the ground.

      Cisco dropped his jaw. "What was that?”

     "Weasley and Granger?“ asked Draco instead.

      Y/N nodded. "More like just Weasley. They’re already married, you know.”

     "What was that?“ asked Cisco again, staring at the pile of ashes on the floor.

      "A howler. It’s like a voice message but like through a letter.” explained Y/N before chuckling softly.

      “Cool.” said Cisco and H.R. at the same time, raising their eyebrows and looking at each other weirdly.

      Draco rolled his eyes. “So, about them coming, do you think they meant it?”

      Y/N breathed out a heavy sigh. “Yes, I do. Which means we need to fix up the apartment because quite frankly, you still need their approval.” She teased.

     "Of course, I do.“ frowned Draco, crossing his arms.

      She chuckled, patting his chest affectionately before taking out her wand again to continue on decorating — both of their thoughts on how their Christmas was going to be now upon the news.

      "Wait, so Y/N’s brother saved everyone from a nose less and bald psycho?” repeated Barry after Draco explained everything about the Second Wizarding War, Y/N and H.R. now doing the meals since they were the only ones who were passionate about making Christmas truly merry.

      Cisco, Caitlin, and Iris were also chatting with Barry and Julian, hot chocolate inside the mugs that they were holding while Wally and Joe were at the dining area and helping themselves with some eggnog.

     "Yeah, to sum it up, apparently.“ mused Draco, now standing up and approaching his girlfriend who seemed to be such in a nervous state.

     She has been extremely quiet since the moment she woke up early in the morning. Draco knew that she has been overthinking about her family’s visitation today and he also knew that she was stressing it out a little bit too much. Wrapping his arms around her body from behind, Y/N let out a rather loud yelp that made him chuckle and kiss her neck.

     "Not funny.” said Y/N, playfully slapping his hand while she finished washing the last of the pans they previously used for cooking.

     Draco smiled. “You’re nervous, aren’t you?”

     She sighed, turning around to face him. “Immensely. I haven’t really talked to Harry after running away that night. And after he knew that we were dating each other back then, something just wasn’t the same anymore.”

     "I’m sorry.“ said Draco. "I know if I hadn’t been such a jerk at Hogwarts then this wouldn’t be too complicated.”

     "It’s all in the past. What matters is right now, love.“ assured Y/N.

     "Let’s just hope Harry thinks the same way.” replied Draco, making Y/N raise her eyebrows for it was the first time she ever heard him regard her brother by his first name.

      A knock on the door interrupted their moment and Y/N snapped her attention towards it, the rest of the Team Flash doing the same. Mindlessly untangling herself from Draco, she half-ran to the said door and pulled the knob before surprisingly getting knocked over by a tight embrace, unmistakingly bushy hair from Hermione blocking her line of vision.

     "Oh, Y/N!“ exclaimed Hermione just as she pulls away, a chuckling Ron behind her who was holding their only daughter, Rose, on his arm. "How are you?”

     Y/N grinned. “I’m good, Hermione. You?”

     "Never been better.“ She grinned in return, stepping sideways to let Ron enter wherein he gave Y/N a one-armed hug.

     "Nice to see you again, Y/N. We actually had to travel here by a real airplane because little Rosie here isn’t exactly fit for side-along apparating — tell me, though, who is this Flash that we kept on seeing on the billboards?” asked Ron.

     Y/N laughed and subtly glanced at Barry who was grinning. “He’s a superhero, you know, people who have super abilities.” Her eyes travelled behind him. “Where’s Harry and Ginny?”

     Just in cue, they came into full view and Y/N locked eyes with her brother. He gave her a genuine smile and she couldn’t help but run towards him, engulfing him in a suffocating embrace. Harry chuckled, stroking her hair affectionately and pulling away.

     "Harry, I’m so sorry about that night —"

     "Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything wrong.“ Harry cut her off. "Let’s just forget about it. I’m just happy to see you happy. Even if it’s because of … him.” His gaze flickered at the blonde boy inside the apartment, Draco watching them silently as if contemplating about joining them.

      Y/N grabbed Harry’s wrist upon the reminder and dragged him forward to follow her. “Come on now, this feud between the two of you should have ended long ago ever since you know what.”

      Draco stared at Y/N before sighing, looking at Harry who was already in front of him and extending a hand out. “I suppose as her brother and for saving my life once, you’d earn my respect, Potter.”

     "And for making her happy, I guess you too earn my respect.“ said Harry, shaking his hand.

    "Well, look at that. Two of my favorite boys, getting along.” teased Y/N, marching towards Ginny then who brought along James and Teddy along with them, hugging them as tight as possible.

     As Draco looked at the sight in front of him, where both of the people he had come to know of in the past and the present was gathered, he couldn’t think how this Christmas was going to be more interesting at it is. But just seeing Y/N so happy and grinning, he didn’t mind — not at all.

anonymous asked:

Any sterek Harry Potter aus?

Hey there! We actually have a hidden tag on our blog that you can definitely check out, it’s harry potter au! Since we already have enough recs, we’ll add it to our tag navigation page!

Nonetheless, have some other fics that we read in the last few months!


you fill my lungs with sweetness by bibliosexual

“Okay, fine,” Erica holds up her hands, “don’t listen to me, continue to pine forever, spend the entirety of winter break being ‘just friends’ with him in a castle full of mistletoe, see if I care. But if, on the other hand, you actually want to be even a little proactive about this, I have a plan.”

On the anti-venom properties of tentacula roots by ElisAttack

“I didn’t know you were interested in herbology,” Derek says trying and failing to ignore the fact that Stiles read his dissertation. He’s pretty sure he’s redder than a toadstool.

“Dude, I work in a greenhouse.” Stiles sends him a cheeky grin. “Of course I like plants.”

Or the one where Stiles asks Derek out on a poorly disguised date.

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uncommon alliances [draco malfoy]

request:  “ wowowow ive only read one of things youve written (idk if youve written more but still) and i already love your writing, since you taking requests, can you do something with the reader being rons twin sister and draco is interested™ in her and pansy is like wingwoman as fuck, but not to draco, to the reader, like theyre lowkey friends, you can take it where ever after those things tho.. thank you ❤️” - @reading-vs-reality

word count: ~1800

a/n: awww, thanks!! sorry this was sitting in my inbox for so long! i got a lil carried away with the “reader is ron’s twin” part and wrote tons (like 5000 words worth) of domestic relationship building between reader, ron, hermione, harry and ginny / the background between pansy and reader’s friendship. it might be posted later if i feel like it, but for now, this is what you got! thanks for reading and sorry if this isn’t what you wanted!

summary: sitting around a table in hogsmeade is the best place to find out secrets. also, reverse psychology ALWAYS works on a slytherin.

part zero

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Alex’s Sorting

Prompt from the lovely @iamdeltas – “Maybe something about when they first get sorted into their houses, and Alex is really upset about being in Slytherin.”

(Note: in this minific, Kara came to live with the Danvers a few years earlier than she did in canon, so before Alex was sorted.)

Eliza would have been most pleased with Ravenclaw.

“Oh, the good you can do with that mind of yours, Alex, why would you ever put that to waste?”

Alex supposes Eliza would be okay with Gryffindor, too, because even though that’s the House for those “hard-headed ruffians would put brawn and ego before brains and forethought,” a little bravery would help her protect Kara better, wouldn’t it?

And hell, herself.

Though that never seemed to be a consideration of Eliza’s.


Eliza just wouldn’t believe it. And, frankly, neither would Alex.

Before Kara came to live with them, she thought of herself as a toss-up between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

Her father always was telling her how selfless she was. How willing to put other people before herself. The way she loved, hard, fierce, with everything she had.

And she had a lot.

But then Kara came to live with them, and Eliza cornered Alex into being a third parent for her little sister, and then Jeremiah…

Everything she’s had to be, everything she’s had to bury, everything she’s had to become…

She’s got no chance at Hufflepuff, now.

She knows that.

But Slytherin?

Eliza would send a Howler for sure.

Because “Alexandra, it’s a disgrace to this family, to have such hatred in our midst” and “don’t you know their reputations, Alexandra, how could you possibly embrace those parts of yourself?” and “what on earth will Kara do when she gets to Hogwarts? Because they certainly won’t accept her into that elitist House of yours.”

Alex won’t comment on the irony. It’s always useless, anyway.

She’s useless.

Useless, because the Sorting Hat hears her pleas for Ravenclaw.

“Well you certainly have the brains for it. My my, what smarts there are in here.”

But that’s not all the Hat has to say.

“But courage, too, oh my dear, the courage of a lion indeed.”

And the damn Hat still isn’t done.

“So much buried in such a young heart; so much determination to do right by your sister, your mother, the memory of your father… Slytherin would serve you well, you know – oh, now now, resistant to the idea, I see – they’ll teach you to look out for yourself, you know, and the people you love, instead of looking out for the people you love at the cost of your own life – “

And it’s that.

That idea – the idea that she can protect Kara, and also, somehow, learn to look out for herself, too – that makes Alex’s brain buzz. That makes Alex’s heart leap.

That makes the Hat crack into a muffled smile and shout, “Slytherin!”

But she still cries in the bathroom.

Still cries when she slips away from the other first years, because she knows, lord, she knows, that when the owl post comes in the next morning, it is not going to be pretty.

Hogwarts was supposed to be her escape.

And now it’s just going to be something else she’s done wrong.


The voice is small and the voice makes her crying stop cold. Makes her freeze and makes her heart do something she’s never felt before.

“What?” she snaps from inside the stall, and she thinks maybe the Hat was right about her, after all.

“It’s Danvers, right?”

“Who’s asking?” she snaps again, but even she can hear that her words are muffled by snot, by tears, by agony.

“Uh, sorry, I don’t mean to get in the way. I um… I’m Maggie. Sawyer. Maggie Sawyer. And I saw you slip away from the other Slytherins and I thought maybe… I thought maybe you could use a friend. Or something.”

Alex scoffs, still inside the stall, still not able to put a face to this name.

But she does remember the name.

And it figures, it really does.

“Hufflepuff, huh?”

She can’t see the girl, but she can feel Maggie bristle, can hear it in her voice.

“That a problem?”

Alex cracks a smile, and she’s glad this Hufflepuff girl can’t see. She rubs her eyes and she wipes her nose on the sleeve of her robe, and she unlocks the stall.

Her heart leaps, and she’s not quite sure why.

The girl is pretty. The girl is more than pretty.

She’s got these deep eyes, and this cute ponytail under her hat, and she’s got these adorable dimples. Alex can tell because the girl – Sawyer – smiles when Alex pops out of the stall.



“So is it a problem? Me being a Hufflepuff?”

“Not if it’s not a problem that I’m a…”

“Is that why you’re crying?”

“I’m not crying.”

Maggie just looks at her, and somehow there’s no judgment on her face.

“Well, I don’t know much about… all this. But I met this boy, James – he got sorted into Gryffindor, we sat together on the train – and he says sometimes Slytherins are the bravest and smartest and most selfless people. That you can’t tell who someone is by the color of their tie.”

“You’re a strange one, Sawyer – anyone ever tell you that?”

Maggie chuckles, like she knows Alex means it like a compliment – because she does.

“Only every day.”

They giggle softly, almost sadly, and they jump when the bathroom door opens.

“Oy! First years, aren’t you supposed to be with your Prefects?”

“I… I got sick. Too much pudding at the Feast. Threw up. Sawyer was helping me.”

The strikingly beautiful, older girl in Gryffindor robes, with a gleaming Head Girl badge, arches a careful eyebrow, like she knows Alex is lying, but she doesn’t mind.

“Alright you two. Come on, I’ll show you to your common rooms. Well, as far as I can go through the dungeon, anyway, for you – Danvers, is it? – and to the kitchen for you. Sawyer, right?”

“Yeah. Um, thank you…”

“M’orzz. M’gann M’orzz. Come on then. You can continue this risque inter-House friendship in the morning.”

Alex gulps, and Maggie does the same.


Ten minutes ago, the thought was relatively foreign to both of them.


Now, the morning is suddenly something to look very much forward to.