there is a room in the department of mysteries

There is a box of photos of the DA.

They begin at it’s first meeting in the Hog’s Head, with Harry looking regal as he explains its purpose, Hermione watching Harry as if to see if he’ll say her words, or his own, and  Ron glaring daggers at anyone who looks about to say something rude in the face of the stoic child soldier talking. 

There are photos of meetings, with Neville falling backwards onto pillows, Luna delighted over her first patronus, Harry looking at his students’ progress and looking older than a fifteen year old has any right to. 

There are photos of the six DA students in the hospital wing after their night in the Department of Mysteries, beat up and bloody, Ron and Neville hosting new scars, Hermione journaling frantically and trying to figure out what it all means, Ginny’s hand on Harry’s back as he mourns Sirius. 

There are photos of Neville’s recommencement speech, rousing students from all four houses and telling them the importance of defending themselves, photos of Luna sitting with a group of second years and explaining why they aren’t learning this in class anymore, photos of Ginny demonstrating a Shield Charm so perfect it sparkles in the stale air of the Room of Requirement. 

There are photos documenting student injuries, tiny cursive underneath explaining the circumstance of every Crutiatus Curse. 

There are photos of fourth year Hufflepuffs perfecting the Sectrumsempra curse on a Room of Requirement dummy, looking angry but proud. 

There are photos of the Battle itself, of Death Eaters falling and students sobbing against walls, of teachers rallying their students like troops and siblings choosing sides. 

The photos stop with one of Antonin Dolhov, with green light shooting towards the boy holding the camera. 

Neville keeps all of Colin’s photos in his office. On the days where he wonders why he’s teaching at all, he pulls them out to watch the student’s side of the Second Wizarding War. 

And he remembers. 

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[2/15] movies: Harry Potter And Order Of The Phoenix (2007)

“There is a room in the Department of Mysteries, that is kept locked at all times. It contains a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible than death, than human intelligence, than forces of nature. It is also, perhaps, the most mysterious of the many subjects for study that reside there. It is the power held within that room that you possess in such quantities and which Voldemort has not at all. That power took you to save Sirius tonight. That power also saved you from possession by Voldemort, because he could not bear to reside in a body so full of the force he detests. In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.”

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Harry Potter AU where Draco joins the order in 5th year and Harry teaches him how to cast a patronus. Obviously, no one else trusts him because “maybe he’s a spy for the death eaters” and” he’s hated us forever he just wants to get us in trouble with Umbridge” but eventually Draco proves himself. This leads to Draco telling the golden trio that his father has some secret plan that involve the Department of Mysteries and convinces Harry not to go to the Ministry after Harry’s ‘vision’ (Sirius lives!!!!!) and it’s not Cho that Harry kisses in the Room of Requirement. 

the fall

Sirius Black knew what stunning felt like. He had been stunned several times by the likes of Lily Evans, Remus Lupin and even James Potter when he didn’t behave as he should. He knew what it felt like ever since he was 9 years old because sometimes he just didn’t know when to shut up. So when Bellatrix’ spell hit him, he felt that familiar tingle all over his body, soon he’d fall to the marble floors of the Department of Mysteries, he would feel the cold of the marble all over his skin and Harry would continue duelling for him, he was as good as James was, he could handle that git Malfoy himself.

When he lost his balance, he heard familiar voices that didn’t belong to anyone in the room with him, calling his name, telling him to be careful. They sounded like.. James? 

Sirius felt his body become weightless as he fell backwards, the last thing he heard was Harry’s piercing scream and Bellatrix’ chanting.

I killed Sirius Black. I killed Sirius Black. I killed Sirius Black.

He was falling like you would fall in your nightmares and wake up suddenly from the pull but this time he didn’t wake up. He kept falling like he threw himself from a tall building, it was like the time stood still but he kept falling. When he finally reached the ground he didn’t crash as he should have but he landed gracefully, which didn’t sound very much like him. Sirius felt hard ground behind his back but it wasn’t cold like the marble would have been. He couldn’t really be dead, could he? Bella liked to exaggerate things and Harry could have screamed about something else. Sirius was almost completely sure Bella hit him with a stunning curse, was he weak enough to die from a stunning curse?

Sirius didn’t dare open his eyes as the reality settled in, he didn’t hear Harry or the others in the room, not Moody’s orders nor Tonks’ rapid duelling, he didn’t hear Remus’ strong curses either. For the first time in his life, or his existence was a better choice of words now, he wanted to hear Bella’s screeching voice.

“Siri?”

Sirius felt like he was shot in the head. His eyes flew open as he heard the familiar voice of his little brother. Regulus was extending a hand for Sirius to take but Sirius ignored it and pushed himself up. Second shot, this time through his heart. James Potter was standing right there, in flesh and blood. Was this his heaven? As he was thinking about what was going on, Sirius saw the taller boy running to him as his wife slowly walked behind him.

James looked the same as Sirius had left him on the floor that October night, his hair perfectly messy and glasses still crooked. Lily glowed the way she did before the war, the beauty of her heart somehow always reached the surface. They were as Sirius had left them and they were not real. How could they be? When had Sirius been that lucky?

James threw himself at Sirius and Sirius felt himself melt because the way James hugged him hadn’t changed in all those years either and Sirius could feel the warmth radiating from him. If this was a dream, how did he feel that? James kept mumbling “I’m sorry” quietly as he held Sirius tighter. He had replayed James’ hugs millions of times in his head when he was locked up, they always made him feel safe and of all the things that could have happened to him, he never expected this. When James finally pulled back, Sirius could see the warm honey eyes of his brother looking back at him glistening with the tears he was trying to hold back.

“I’m sorry,” whispered James once more. “I’m so sorry you had to live like that and it’s all because of us.”

Sirius didn’t know what to say, did it even matter if he was a part of his imagination? He then stared at Lily who had his hand on her mouth as she always did when she was about to cry, he could see her chin trembling as she tried to keep it in.

“You should see this,” she murmured and pulled Sirius by the hand and now Sirius was looking at Harry who was running after an ecstatic Bellatrix for revenge leaving Remus behind. “I don’t know how he will heal after this.”

“He will Lils, he has so much of you in him.”

Sirius had no idea what was going on, if this was real or not but seeing Harry like that was the second most hardest thing he had to endure. He was so broken, almost as broken as his Moony was, Sirius could feel it from wherever he was. He could hear the way is heart shattered into sand sized pieces but he knew, he knew Harry would get better. He knew his godson. In the two short years he got to share with him, he had seen him grow more and more like James with a heart of gold and he was sure, Harry was strong enough to get over him, too. 

Sirius finally looked away from his godson, seeing that Dumbledore was there and he would be alright, he fixed his gaze on James who was standing right next to him.

“Are you real?” asked Sirius, he couldn’t help but touch James’ face and shoulders and all of them a proof that his brother was standing right in front of him after all these years.

“Yes.”

It was Sirius’ time to hold on tight, it could be a lie but he didn’t care, he might be dead but he didn’t give a shit because he had his Prongs back. As stupid as it may sound, Sirius didn’t feel like he was dead, he even felt alive because he had already died on 31st of October fifteen years ago when he had seen James lying on the floor life drained from his eyes. 

“I tried so hard to take him, Lils,” said Sirius as he was staring at Lily Evans’ green eyes and smiling at the thought of how they were the exact same of the boy downstairs. “I never wanted him to be taken to Petunia’s and I’m so–”

Lily hugged Sirius so genuinely, Sirius knew it was her way of telling him that it wasn’t his fault. 

“We should be the ones apologising to you,” said Lily in between her hiccups.

“For what exactly?” challenged Sirius because he really couldn’t see any reason for them to be sorry for. It was all his fault.

“You had to live in Azkaban for twelve years because of us Pads, you lived with those creatures and I watched you, how you lost your senses and your soul–” James began but Sirius raised his hand to shut him up.

“What are you on about?” asked Sirius angrily. “I am the reason you two are– are- are here.” He wouldn’t say the other word, it had been almost fifteen years and Sirius never used that word when it came to James.

“But you were-”

“Nothing makes up for the fact that I was a coward for backing out of being the Secret Keeper,” confessed Sirius as he took a deep breath, he had never said that out loud before. He was a coward and he got his brother and his wife killed because he couldn’t just step up for once. “It should have been me and I should have died for you after all the things you had done for me.”

“I didn’t do those things for you to die for me Pads, I did them because you deserved them. Just like you deserved a happy life, with or without us,” argued James as he pushed his glasses up to rub his eyes softly. James Potter didn’t like crying, Sirius remembered clearly.

“We can play the blame game forever Jamie, just for once in your life, let me take the fall for you because this time, I need to,” begged Sirius. “Also we forget who the real culprit is because we are like that, we never let another take the fall.”

James smiled warmly at him and Sirius tipped his head to the right to look at Regulus who was now hiding behind Lily, there was no point in avoiding him anymore.

“And may I ask what the hell you are doing here, Reggie?” demanded Sirius angrily. Regulus didn’t belong where James and Lily were, he didn’t deserve to be in the same place as them.

All three of them went silent, Lily and James were most possibly communicating telepathically and Regulus was just staring at his pale hands.

“He died so maybe someday someone might defeat Voldemort,” said Lily quietly and Sirius felt his world come crashing down around him, Lily wouldn’t have lied to make him better but how was that possible? The last time he checked Regulus was a Death Eater. He walked straight to Regulus to look into the identical grey eyes as his, it was almost like looking in a mirror.

“You did what?”

“I never planned it to be a suicide mission Siri but it was. He had-– I still can’t say his fucking name.” Regulus steadied his breathing and picked up from where he left off. “Voldemort had tortured Kreacher and left him to die. I just– I couldn’t find you anywhere so I took the matter in my own hands and ended up here.”

Sirius just gaped at his little brother. The boy he had blamed for being a pawn to his mother had died because of the small possibility that someday someone might defeat Voldemort and Sirius just assumed he died miserably.

“I am so proud of you, Reggie.”

Sirius saw the smile on Regulus’ face widen as he smiled back at him but he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“I am sorry because I wasn’t there for you and because I didn’t protect you from them,” apologised Sirius. “I wasn’t a good brother to you because I was busy being a good brother to Jamie. It never occurred to me that I could do both and I am sorry for that.”

“You were what kept me here Siri, you were the reason I never moved on because I wanted you to know that I didn’t disappoint you,” babbled Regulus as he played with the loose strings of his clothes. “I did that to make you proud and to make up for all the things I did.”

“You are not leaving, are you?”

“No, I won’t leave before I see that man defeated,” replied Regulus with disgust in his voice.

Sirius pulled his brother in to bone crushing hug like he did when they were around 10 years old Walburga was having a particularly cruel day, Sirius hadn’t hugged Regulus like that since he was 12 and Merlin, it felt good.

“James?”

Sirius could hear the panic in Lily’s voice, not a lot of people knew that but Sirius knew Lily like the back of his hand, okay maybe his left hand but he did nevertheless. Sirius walked with James and Regulus to where Lily was standing rigidly and he saw Harry was now in the Headmaster’s room. Sirius and James had spent considerable time in that place.

Sirius looked down at his godson, he was wreaking havoc in Dumbledore’s room and yelling at the Headmaster with so much anger that Sirius felt like Harry got his temper from him, Sirius had never been subtle about showing his anger however this was different. Harry was yelling because of him and how he had had enough because apparently Sirius’ absence was the last drop for him and Sirius felt his heart drop to his stomach, he still had his heart after all, albeit not beating.

“Can I, um, see Moony from here?”

One question was all it took and before others could reply, Sirius could see Remus, Merlin knows where, with a good supply of Firewhiskey by his side as he stared into oblivion. Sirius slowly realised he was in the room where he kept Buckbeak, why would he shut himself up in that miserable place? Remus was rocking back and forth, Sirius hadn’t seen him do that since he was thirteen, he did that when he couldn’t handle everything going on around him.

He’s gone, he’s gone again. He’s gone.

It felt like all Sirius did was disappoint. The black sheep of the family, the coward that got James and Lily killed, the useless brother and constantly absent lover. Sirius hadn’t realised up until now that being with James meant that he would be without Remus. He had disappointed the man who loved him yet again, he never could do right by Remus and he had left him alone, again

The pain of Loss, The  Joy of Resurrection.

Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather’s wasted, once handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind, then fell back into place.

Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange’s triumphant scream, but he knew it meant nothing- Sirius had only fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second..

And he did. His cocky smile placed perfectly on his face and he stumbled back through.

‘You have to try harder than that, o cousin dear.’ He grinned. Bellatrix let out a cold cry of fury before turning to sprint out the room. She wouldn’t get away again, not like this, so Harry turned on his heel and sprinted after her.

Sirius Black not dying in the Department of Mysteries. Instead he lives, Voldemort is exposed and his name is cleared. His time on the run is over and now he can really, truly, begin to heal.

• Sirius Black buying a new house for him and Remus, one to call home. He keeps Grimmauld Place, but only for the Order to use as headquarters. This new home is a small house in the countryside just outside a muggle village, him and Remus are very comfortable there and so is Harry.

• Sirius Black downright refusing to allow Harry to stay at the Dursley’s for more than one night before dragging him away, especially after all he had been through that year. Harry beyond happy with his new bedroom, that Sirius and Remus had taken extra care in designing for a teenage boy. “ No Sirius, Harry cannot have a draw of ‘mischief items’ are you trying to get us killed?!” “Well you got to give him a shelf of interesting textbooks, as if he is gonna read that stuff!”

• Sirius Black promising Harry his room would still be here when they sent him off to spend the remaining three weeks of his summer with the Weasley’s, and that he would come back for Christmas.

• Sirius Black and Remus Lupin working through 12 years of love. building back that trust and connection they had all that time ago.

• Sirius Black having nightmares about Azkaban and being trapped back at number 12, only to be comforted by Remus at night with a cuddle and whispers of solace .

• Sirius Black personally brewing and buying Wolfsbane potion for Remus and his transformations, saying he would easily spend 10x more just to ease his pain in any way.

• Sirius Black and Remus Lupin going to the Weasley’s with Harry for Christmas enjoying themselves immensely whilst looking fondly at Molly and Arthur and their big happy family.

• Sirius Black hearing about Harry’s obsession with Draco and laughing with Remus about it. “James will be groaning away up there, both his brothers and his son are gayer than can be!”

• Sirius Black hearing Harry’s real concerns about Draco and frowning with Remus, letting harry voice his feelings and thinking of Regulus and how young he was.

• Sirius Black and Remus Lupin talking one day at the table about how wonderful the children of this generation are and how hard this must be for them.

• Sirius Black and Remus Lupin rushing as fast as they could to Harry and Hogwart’s aid when they hear.

• Sirius Black holding Harry when they see Dumbledore’s body and screaming at the rest of the Order with Remus standing solemnly by his side when the hear of Snapes betrayal.

• Sirius Black growing more and more worried about the war he is in after Moodys death and how powerful Voldemort is becoming. Just like before.

• Sirius Black not understanding at all why Harry refuses to go back to Hogwarts next year, why he insists Dumbledore gave him a job to do. Sirius fighting with Harry about this many times.

• Sirius Black, Remus and Harry all attending Bill and Fleur’s wedding together, where the Death Eaters attack and Harry leaves with Ron and Hermione. Sirius is distraught and Remus blaming Sirius and quickly vanishing on his own to try and find them again.

• Sirius Black being conflicted when Remus returns saying that Harry is safe but won’t come home until he has done what Dumbledore asked him. He is upset but just happy that the two people he loves most in the world are safe.

• Sirius Black that night talking with Remus about what a great person Harry has grown up to be, how strong he is and how proud James and Lily would be of their son. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin realising at that moment what they had both known for a while. They wanted a child of their own.

• Sirius Black and Remus approaching their good friend from the Order, Nymphodora Tonks, to see is she would be open to being their surrogate.

• Sirius Black being over the moon when she says that of course she would, providing she could be a part of the child’s life, Remus laughing and saying that he and Sirius would love that. Sirius just sat there beaming.

• Sirius Black and Remus being so happy, but also so worried about Harry and his safety.

• Sirius Black having the best day of his life when Teddy Lupin (Sirius refused to pass on his surname) is born on April 16th 1998 and laughing when he sees he has inherited his mother’s abilities. He only wished at least one Potter could have been by his side when it happened.

• Sirius Black rushing once again to Harry’s aid without a second thought. To the Battle of Hogwarts. Fighting with Remus by his side once again and feeling the energy of the Battle. Feeling destroyed as he stared at the body of Teddy’s mother lying on the floor and vowing to anyone who would listen that his son would grow up knowing what and incredible woman she was, feeling despair that she would never be a part of his life like he had promised.

• Sirius Black feeling like he was dying in Azkaban all over again when he saw Harry being carried by Hagrid, and feeling weightless when Harry rose again.

• Sirius Black seeing the murderer of his best friends, the destroyer of Harry’s life and the true meaning of evil finally defeated. For the first time in 20 years knowing everything was going to be okay again.

Sirius Black not dying in the Department of Mysteries but going on to be a happy and fulfilled man. Being in love with his werewolf, James’ son and his own. Sirius Black growing old with his family and friends around him and after many, many years of joy, finally leaving this world to go see Prongs.

Fleur and Tonks were best friends for the last two years of Tonks’ short life. 

They met one night after the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, when Tonks came by the Diagon Alley flat to talk to Bill about ramped up Hogwarts security. Bill greeted her at the door with a hug that rivaled the way he hugged Ginny, and a kiss on the forehead he worried too late might give his girlfriend the wrong idea. Fleur happened to be over, cooking, and the three of them had their meeting over dinner, and then talked in Bill’s weird little sitting room until nearly morning. 

Bill clearly loved Tonks like a little sister, and for good reason - Fleur had never met anyone half so funny. Tonks loved seeing Bill with a girl who could hold her own, and found (and reported later in a letter to Charlie) that Fleur was not only strong, but “freakin’ delightful.” It was the start of a fierce, important friendship that lasted from that night on, through Tonks’ dark months of unrequited love, both of their weddings, all of their fear. 

Fleur grieved her death as much as she grieved Fred’s, although she’d always miss them differently. Their friendship had been a bright spot in the war, and Fleur would be forever grateful for that first night in Bill’s liminal little flat. 

WWI, WWII & PTSD in Fan Fiction: A personal rec list

Read the tags of each fan fiction. There might be triggers. All Johnlock.

ACD Holmes

Soldier’s Heart by Piplover: After his return from his three years’ “death,” not all is as it should be for Holmes. The road is long ahead, but Watson will always be there to walk it with him. > PTSD!Holmes & PTSD!Watson. There are more wars than those on the frontlines. Highly reccomended. It’s like “Kissing Sherlock Holmes”, only gayer. That’s possible. (85k, explicit) (http://archiveofourown.org/works/152297/chapters/218438)

The Hungerford Wreck by @mistyzeo (explicit, 9k): The Great Western Railway wreck of 1898 kills twelve and injures nearly two hundred. Sherlock Holmes is among that number and it affects him more deeply than he realises. Fortunately, he’s on very good terms with his physician. (http://archiveofourown.org/works/4059682) > PTSD!Holmes; railway wreck; sex as medicine


SHERLOCK (TV)

Bring me back to life by yalublyutebya (51k, explicit): After being injured on the Front, John Watson is sent to Craiglockhart Hospital for psychiatric treatment and finds himself sharing a room with the mysterious Sherlock Holmes. >> WWI, PTSD!Watson; drug addict & convicted homosexual!Holmes; read it read it read it.

Love or What you Will by @miss-frankenstein (32k, teen and up audiences): John is an English professor who specializes in War and Post-War Literature and Sherlock is the brilliant yet impossible Ph.D. student assigned to be his TA because no one in the Chemistry Department is willing to put up with him. And - somewhere between Waugh and Plath, e-mails and takeaway, novels and villanelles - they fall in love. >> about war poetry & PTSD, academia!AU

One Night in December by Holly Sykes (Artemis8147) (126k, explicit): London, 29th December 1940, 8 pm. The London Blitz reached its nadir with the bombing of the City of London and the area around its most beloved landmark, St. Paul’s Cathedral. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes meet as the flames blaze and roar all around them. But who is that dark-haired young man and why is he risking his life in such a careless manner? This is what Doctor Watson is wondering, as he eventually becomes enmeshed in a mystery that will take him away from his dreary, hopeless life and plunge him into the secret life of wartime London. […] >WWII, murder mystery; no-period typical homophobia

Enigma by @khorazir (WIP, 17/20 chapters; ca. 195k; mature): It’s the autumn of 1941, war is raging in Europe, German U-boats are raiding Allied convoys in the Atlantic, the Luftwaffe is bombing English cities, and the cryptographers at Bletchley Park are working feverishly to decode their enemies’ encrypted communications. One should consider this challenge and distraction enough for capricious codebreaker Sherlock Holmes. But the true enigmas are yet waiting to be deciphered: an unbreakable code, a strange murder, and the appearance of Surgeon Captain John H. Watson of the Royal Navy. >> WWII, PTSD!Watson; codebreaker AU; amazing story, amazing fan art

Rosethorne by suitesamba (WIP, mature, ca. 80k): John Watson, WWII army doctor, is injured in the line of duty and can no longer wield a scalpel. Sherlock Holmes, Britain’s best code-breaker, is side-lined by his own devastating injury. In a work inspired by Frances Hodgson Burnett’s “The Secret Garden,” the two men must find meaning and purpose in a world which seems to have taken away all they hold most dear. But of course, it really hasn’t. >> WWII, codebreaker!AU, “The Secret Garden” crossover (?), war injury

Two Two One Bravo Baker by abundantlyqueer (read by @aranel-parmadil: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5805433/chapters/13380190) (explicit; 114k): Captain John Watson of 40 Commando, the Royal Marines, is assigned to protect and assist Sherlock Holmes as he investigates what appears to be a simple war atrocity in Afghanistan. An intense attraction ignites between the two men as they uncover a conspiracy that threatens everything they’ve ever known, but Sherlock is as much hunted as hunter, and everyone close to him is in deadly danger. Can he solve the case in time to save himself and John? > Pre-Canon; War Story; soldier!John

Northwest Passage by krypteria (read by @lockedinjohnlock-podfics http://archiveofourown.org/works/5862562/chapters/13512910): Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn’t truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes. “The essentials of their relationship distilled through solitude.” –review by Alicat >> PTSD!John; soldier!John; sort of Pre-Canon (95k, explicit)

And because I can:

WAR HORSE

Roses of Picardy by splix (76k, explicit): Captured in battle, Major Jamie Stewart faces an uncertain fate. > WWI, war story & love story; queer soldiers and no major character death; aftermath of war (injury, mental illness (PTSD?)). Yes, it‘s the soldiers portrayed by Benedict Cumberbatch & Tom Hiddleston. Read it (anyway).

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anonymous asked:

Ok so what if MC used to work for C&R International and Jumin before showing up into the RFA, and Jumin didn't recognize/realize it at first? How would he react when he finds out? I live for flustered Jumin, honestly.

So like…this blew way out of proportion? Like I really planned on keeping this a short and sweet scenario but when can I ever keep myself short, am I right? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic!

|| REQUEST ARE (ALWAYS) OPEN!! ||

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Rating: General 
Warnings: A little cursing, but that’s all
Categories: F/M
Relationships: MC x Jumin
Word count: 3800


“You’re resigning”, Jumin asked her, hands folded on the table in front of him. Jaehee nodded. “Yes, I am. I think it is time for me to leave. I’ve gathered valuable experiences over the past two and a half years, but I think I’ve finally reached a point in my life where I’ve learned enough. I want to start my own business. Nothing big, just a little cafe.” Jumin eyes her, expression stoic and untelling as it usually is. Still, Jaehee likes to think that after spending so much time working by this strange mans side she finally understands him a little bit and somehow that thought makes her proud. She knows that you are the only person that truly unravelled him, but at least she’d cracked him. “I see”, he eventually said, effectively stopping Jaehee’s train of thoughts. “I will have to make the announcement in the following meeting and find a replacement as soon as possible.”

Jaehee felt like a heavy weight was lifted off her chest. This job had been one of the most infuriating, frustrating and draining jobs she’d ever done and yet it would have pained her to know that Jumin didn’t give her the blessing to leave the company and start a new chapter in her life. In fact, she could have sworn that there was just the faintest of smirks curling around his lips and for one Jumin Han that was a big step into the right direction. “You mustn’t worry about that, Mr. Han. I took it upon myself to look through possible candidates within the company, as I see them to be most suitable. They already know how C&R International works and have experience. According to the Chief of another, smaller department there is a Chief Assistant he would highly recommend. Apparently she hasn’t missed a day of work for as long as she’s worked here until a couple of weeks ago where she took less than a handful of sick days. And even then she handed in all the work she had to do.”

Jumin listened to what Jaehee said, thinking everything over. He wasn’t particularly fond on hiring another female Chief Assistant. Even though his father had calmed down after everything that had happened with Glam and Sarah it wasn’t to say that he wouldn’t go after his next assistant. Not to mention that he was not very fond about the idea of having to explain to her – like he had to Jaehee – why she had to cut her hair, wear formal clothes at all times and fake glasses as well. It was tiring and taking away time he could spend more productively. Still, if Chief Assistant Kang believed that mans word and the girl was really that good at her job, he should probably give it a try. At least he wouldn’t have to read through a thousand and one applications and resumes. “Alright. Tell him to send me her resume. I don’t need anything but that. If I like what I read I’ll tell him as much so he can introduce her to me at the next meeting. Thank you for going through the trouble of finding a replacement for yourself. I would have found it bothersome.”

Jaehee nodded and retreated, leaving Jumin alone in his office. It was nice to have been praised and thanked for once, but she sincerely hoped that she’d actually done the right thing. Frankly Jaehee had no idea who that mystery Chief Assistant was. After she’d mentioned that she was leaving C&R international to a couple of colleagues Chief Yie had approached her. He’d started to talk about that amazing Chief Assistant he had that absolutely deserved a promotion after she’d basically doubled the revenue of her department. Jaehee was quite sure that the only reason Chief Yie had suggested the girl was because he feared she’d otherwise get his position and he’d face either demotion or being fired. Of course she hadn’t mentioned as much. After all, it was a win-win situation for both him and her. The sooner Mr. Han found a replacement the sooner she could focus on planning her little café. Chief Yie kept his position, Mr. Han had a replacement and she was free.

The next day Mr. Han called all the Chiefs into a big meeting. He planned to announce Jaehee official resignment as well as see for himself whether that girl he’d been recommended was any good. Jumin read through her resume and work performance and had to admit that he was quite impressed. Apparently she’d started at C&R at the age of sixteen as an intern. Even then, despite still attending school, she’d performed so good that she’d gotten hired by the time she turned seventeen. She worked while attending university and got her first promotion after obtaining her degree. Over the next years she’d gone on to earn one promotion after the other until she’d become the Chief Assistant of the fashion department. Her resume also stated that while fashion wasn’t her primary goal nor passion she’d learned quickly, adapted and never once complained about it. She hadn’t even attempted to change the department despite being offered a different position due to loyalty to Chief Yie.

Apparently the only reason she was considering it now was because he’d told her to and Jumin admired such loyalty and obedience. She’d make a mighty fine Chief Assistant, maybe even as good if not better than Assistant Kang. The only thing that Jumin found confusing was that he’d never even heard of that young woman. The resume was strictly work related so he neither had a name nor a picture – he rarely looked at the ‘personal’ files when looking for candidates – but this one got him curious. He’d been sure that he knew all his employees at least by name but looking at her file he was proven wrong. Despite her performance being meticulous he could not say he’d ever even seen that woman, which probably made her only the more desirable as a possibly assistant. Discrete, invisible and hard working were the perfect traits. When Assistant Kang had told him that she was resigning he’d been worried but all of a sudden he found himself feeling excited.

Everyone had gathered in the conference room, quiet rumble filling the room. It died down the second Jumin entered the room, closely followed by Assistant Kang. Silence fell as he stepped to the front of the room, everyone including his father, looking at him with anticipation. At first the meeting started like any other would. All the heads of their respective departments discussed increase or decrease in revenue, possibly reasons and solutions. Nothing overly exciting happened. Especially now that Jumin and Chairman Han had finally gotten out of the press and everything had returned to normal. That was until Jumin announced that Jaehee was leaving C&R International. There was an audible gasp amongst the others, although Jaehee knew better than to think she would be missed by any of them. She hadn’t had the time to form any meaningful bonds within the firm and frankly, she didn’t mind. It was their shock speaking. To think that anyone would ever so much as consider leaving such a lucrative job was beyond their comprehension.

That was when Chief Yie decided to stand up, announcing that he would go and get his Assistant now. Jumin have him a short nod and the older man practically shot off to go and get her. A mere minute later footsteps and quiet walking could be heard. No one could really make out the most of what was being said, but it sounded a lot like the woman was begging Yie not to do this while he was hissing at her not to be ridiculous. Jumin frowned, confused at what was going on until Yie stepped back into the room, hand wrapped around the woman’s wrist he was practically dragging along. Her long, brown hair was falling openly over her shoulders, fringe covering a lot of her face as she was vehemently looking down. She was wearing trim clothing that was both formal as well as very appealing as it showed off her perfect, slender figure and just enough of her long legs to make it interesting. Mainly because Jumin very much recognized both the body and the legs. 

Yie let go of your wrist, instead gripping your shoulders and pushing you in front of the entire room so everyone could see. It felt embarrassing, being paraded and shown off like that. Especially considering that your fiancé and soon to be husband was standing in front of you with your best friend by his side, and you didn’t even have to look up to know that they were staring at you with wide eyes and shock written all over their face. You swallowed, entire face heating up with shame as you stood in front of the entire board room of C&R International – including your soon to be father in law – with your boss swooning over how great of a worker you are and how you deserved the position. No one knew that you were that mysterious fiancée Jumin Han apparently had. Nor did said fiancé know hat you’s forked for his cooperation for even more years than his very own Chief Assistant. You really couldn’t think of a way to make this situation any more uncomfortable.

Your boss did, though. Yie had always been an idiot and poor worked. The only reason the fashion department hadn’t gone down years ago had been because of you. You didn’t even care about fashion that much, but it had been a steady job and paycheck and tuition was very expensive these days. So when he suggested for you to present the logistics of that month to the board room it wasn’t because he was proud of your hard work, but because he himself didn’t know shit about what was going on in his own department. He knew that you did, though, so now he made it your time to shine. Just a couple of months ago you would have preened and happily done so. You would have died to stand in front of the board room and present your hard work and yourself. Now though there really was no place you’d like to be less than this particular room in that particular situation. “Mr. Yie, Sir, I don’t think this is a good idea”, you whispered desperately. “Don’t be silly, girl. Just do as you are told.” Strike.

You could practically feel the anger coming off of Jumin, even from the other end of the room. He was fuming and you knew that if Yie continued to treat you the way he usually did he’d find himself without a job rather soon. “Sir, I’m begging you, please don’t ask this of me.” The man snorted, glaring at you. “Don’t be ridiculous and do your job”, he hissed at you loudly. With that he stormed off to return to his seat, leaving you standing alone in front of the presentation that had been opened up behind you. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. If he wanted a presentation, he would get a presentation. Your straightened your back, held your head high and proceeded to look into everyones eyes before locking with Jumin’s. You gave him a short smile before all emotion was replaced by perfect professionalism as you began the presentation. You could feel Jumin’s eyes on you the entire time, filled with wonder and fascination about that new side of you he’d never seen before.

You were quick, precise and well informed. Everything about you radiated energy and strength to the point where even the most disrespectful and misogynist of the men in the room were silenced. No one dared to interrupt you, dares to speak or so much as breathe too loudly as your presence filled the room. Jumin had never found a woman more attractive in his life than he did you in that exact moment. He loved your innocent, gentle and caring side to bits and pieces. It was that side that had drawn him in. That side that had gotten him through the darkest of moments. However, this new side, the strong almost dangerous one was bordering on arousing. He could feel his heart beat faster as he listened to your every word without hearing anything at the same time. You were like a tiger and the dangerous jungle had been claimed by you and you only. 

“Thank you for your attention. I would like to use this gracious opportunity to thank my boss, Mr. Yien, for recommending me. It will be my outmost pleasure to accept the new job offer and finally get out of that pathetically taken care of department I am currently working for”, you spat, glaring daggers at Yien. Jumin gasped, surprised by such harsh words. Then his demeanour changed, melting into pure satisfaction as he leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, to watch you tear your boss apart for disrespecting you the way he did. “I’ve been working for the fashion department for many years now and never have I ever encountered a man that incompetent and lazy. He asked me to do the representation today as he himself has no idea what it is about. I researched and composed it all by myself as I have been doing for years. His workload is thrown off onto me and the other assistants whom he disrespects and sexually harasses on a daily basis.”

“You little bitch, how dare you spread lies about me like that. Have her removed”, he shouted at the security men, obviously aggravated. You merely smiled, folding your arms behind your back. His head was bright red, sweat gathering on his forehead. When the men didn’t move your smirk grew, almost devilish, as he grew angrier and angrier. “I said have her removed! Why the fuck aren’t you taking her away.” Jumin snorted out a chuckle, covering his mouth to muffle the sound. “I think, Mr. Yien Sir, the reason for that would be that they do not dare to touch the company heir’s future wife”, you explained, calmly. You knew you had the upper hand and you were enjoying every last moment. His face fell as realization dawned on him but Jumin felt no empathy at all. He’d been eager to chew him out himself, but watching you do it yourself was much, much, much more satisfying.

“When I’d asked you politely, begged you in fact, not to do this you didn’t listen. I tried to protect you, you see, as I felt sorry for your pathetic being. Now, however, you’ve lost all my compassion. I did some digging and found out that beside not working properly you also quite frequently seemed to use company money for private businesses as well as evade certain taxes, which is why you were satisfied by staying in a smaller department, as no one ever digs deep into those. Well, I did. So, I hereby declare, for everyone to hear, that in the name of C&R International I am suing you for sexual harassment at the workplace, heavy tax evasion as well as fraud. I’m not familiar with the legal system, but I am quite sure that you are facing a couple of years of prison. Now please, gentlemen, would you do me the honour and remove that scumbag from this meeting room? I would prefer not to have such useless people working for my husband-to-be.”

This time the security men didn’t hesitate. They walked over to Yien and dragged him out of the room, ignoring his cursing and screaming. The second the door closed behind them you sighed, shoulders sagging. You hadn’t planned on any of this and while you didn’t mind holding presentations those were usually prepared and practiced on your part. Improvisation had never really been your thing. The sound of a chair moving was what ripped you out of your thought and you looked up to see Jumin standing up. You swallowed, shyly looking at your fiancé who once more had one of those unreadable expressions. “Would everyone please leave the meeting room. I would like to talk to my fiancée in private, please. The meeting is over. Thank you for your participation.” It didn’t take more than that for everyone to get up, gatherer there things and hurry out, leaving you alone with Jaehee, Jumin and his father.

When you started to apologize Jumin instantly cut you off, shaking his head. When your eyes met, he was smiling at you. Actually, grinning would be the better word, bright and excited like a little school boy. You’d never quite seen him like that. “You were magnificent! The presentation was perfect and the way you took down Yien was…I dare say sexy”, he said, chuckling in a way that made the hairs in the back of your neck stand up in the best way possible. “God, I cannot believe I never noticed you before. To think that I could have had you all these years, that you were in my reach all this time. It’s infuriating. Only the more reason to be grateful that I got the opportunity to see you in your prime like this.” You blushed, smiling shyly. “I tried…to tell everyone. I really did, but I didn’t know how to bring it up.”

Jumin walked around the table and towards you, pulling you into a warm, tight hug. Hands resting on his chest you melted against him, burying your face in his chest as well. “Is that why you were so desperate to leave when you stayed at my place? Because you were worried about work?” You nodded against his chest, so relieved he wasn’t mad you felt like crying. “I wanted to tell you but…I didn’t want you to think that I was with you to ride some sort of coattail. When Yie mentioned a promotion into Jaehee position I instantly said no, but he basically forced me. I wanted to work my way to the top by myself but now -”, you spoke quietly before Jumin interrupted. “And now you’ve made it. You didn’t ride any coattails and yet coming next week you’ll be by new Chief Assistant.” You looked up then, eyes wide and questioning. You couldn’t believe it. You’d been working towards that goal for years and yet…it didn’t feel right at all. 

“But…I’m the one who encouraged Jaehee to quit. I would feel bad for taking her position.” That is when Jaehee cleared her throat, getting both of your attention. “You have nothing to worry about, MC. When you told me to quit you didn’t do so to get my position but with my best interest in mind. I know that for a fact. You told me to follow my dreams and thanks to you I am finally brave enough to do just that so you should too. I didn’t enjoy working here for the most part but you seem to really like the job and we all know that you love Jumin dearly. I think the two of you working together could work out better than any other assistant. He’ll listen to you and respect you while you’ll be able to support and help him. So please, MC accept my position. I could have not wished for anyone better to take over for me”, she said, smiling happily at the both of you.

“You heard her. Please accept the offer, my love. That way we can be together every second of the day and I’ll never have to worry about you anymore. You’ll be safe and provided if you stay by my side and even when I have to go on business trips I can take you along without feeling guilty”, he pleaded, cupping your face and caressing the tender skin with his thumbs. Your eyes locked and there wasn’t a fiber in your body that was capable of denying this man anything. Let alone when he looked at you the way he did in that moment; like you were his entire world. So you smiled and nodded, reaching out to return the tender kiss. “If it is alright with your father I’ll be happy to be your new Chief Assistant.” Of course Chairman Han didn’t mind at all. If anything he’d be delighted to get to know his future daughter in law. Everyone’s problems seemed to be solved.

Jaehee resigned officially a couple of days later and opened up her new café. You and Yoosung helped out as much as you could in your free time. You also talked Jumin into invested, not for profit but to help a good friend. The rest of the RFA had been rather shocked at the announcement but it quickly died down. No one was really surprised that you and Jumin couldn’t be apart even for a couple of hours. Admittedly Zen was fuming for another week and even showed up at C&R International just to check on you. He found you and Jumin talking over coffee you’d gotten at Jahee’s, relaxed and beaming at one another. He left without you even noticing, finally realizing that his worry was not necessary at all. Mr. Chairman quickly learned to adore you. Not only did you make his son happy, but you were also a highly competent and good worker. A real profit for the company.

The happiest, however, was Jumin. He’d never even considered asking you to be his assistant but now he couldn’t imagine anyone more perfect. He never had to fear his father making any advances. He never had to fear betrayal or having to replace you. He got to protect you while simultaneously allowing you to keep your job like you’d asked him to. You were a great worker and reduced his stress by not only cutting his workload in half, but making him relax and smile throughout the entire day. Really, he’d never been happier to go to work then when he did so with you right by his side. “Say, now that I am your assistant, should I call you Mr. Han and Sir as well”, you’d asked one day, grinning cheekily. Jumin had chuckled in reply, husky and warm in ways that caused butterflies in your stomach. “No, my love. You only have to call me that in the bedroom.” He’d winked at you before returning to his work, seemingly unaffected while your face felt like it was burning up. Oh my, working with Jumin sure would turn out interesting…and you were looking forward to every single part of it.

To Join These Men in Holy Matrimony

A fic for the wonderful @educatedinyellow and @daisynorbury.


Sherlock Holmes is a contradiction, an enigma, a force; at once the most generous spirit and the most self-contained man I have ever known. I’ve heard heaven and hell in his instrument; I have watched him grieve, and struggle, and triumph; I have known more of him, I think, than anyone on earth. Yet for years I’d learned nothing about his boyhood, nor his fears, nor his future hopes, nor his father’s name. He seemed to want nothing but the present moment. I had felt his odd immanence as a mystery; a sense almost of faerie magic about him, as though he were a man outside time. I never felt it as a lack until I knew he loved me.

I remember the day the letter came, and the change began. It was less than a year into our affair. The whole thing was miraculous to me, and yet to anyone’s eye we would have appeared the same as ever; only behind closed doors, and in the quiet of the night, was everything new. A mizzling fog had crept over the city, rendering the cold grey outdoors inhospitable, the glow of the hearth wholly heart-warming. Holmes and I had already passed several very comfortable hours settled in our chairs before a roaring fire, in the homely half-light of a stormy day, with books and tea and hot buttered toast, when the bell rang. Mrs. Hudson’s voice could be heard answering, and a minute later Billy thundered up (his enthusiasm indicating excessive boredom belowstairs) and rapped sharply at the sitting room door.

“Come in,” said my boy, muzzily, from behind a fragile and enormous map of old Yorkshire, dated 1774, which he was studying for purposes as yet undisclosed but apparently enthralling.

Billy entered, equipped with a sealed envelope and an expression of purpose. Holmes waved a delicate, desultory hand, and the envelope and expression were brought to stand behind his chair.

“Yours, sir.” Billy looked as though he were loathe to leave us without knowing the import of the letter, but Holmes took it behind the map and did not emerge.

“Billy,” I said, and held out a handful of coins. We’d had several profitable cases the week before, and the day was dark and drear enough to fray the nerves of any active, healthy boy cooped up indoors. “Run to the corner store for some candy. Get what you like. Bring back toffees for Mrs. Hudson and ribbon candy for Anna.” Anna, bright, curly-headed, fourteen years old, helped in the kitchen three days a week. Billy was entirely smitten: stricken red-faced and silent when she was in the room. He flushed straight up, on cue.

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir!”

“Wear a muffler!” I shouted after him, as he departed. In his excitement he looked likely to forget even his coat and overshoes. Holmes laughed behind his paper.

“He’ll catch cold,” I said, defensive.

“He’s a great boy of twelve,” said he, “and you’re a mother hen.” He peeked out above the map at last, twinkling; winked at me, and laid it aside, and took up the letter from his lap, and plucked a butter knife from the tea-tray to serve him for a letter opener. “Let’s see what mysterious mess of iniquity we’ve been sent now. I hope it’s worthwhile.” In another moment, however, he had examined the handwriting and the return address, and his expressive face went quite blank.

My beloved is a showman before friends, a professional with strangers, and an enigma even to me; he likes little to show himself startled before he has had time to understand things. So I waited quietly until he had read the letter through twice, and then dropped his lovely head down heavily upon the chair back, to regard the firelight dancing across our low ceiling, with a queer, wistful expression. I said, “Is it a case, then?” Clearly it was not; there was every indication that this was personal news, or a private missive, at least, and from someone unexpected. But I had not yet been made privy to the annals of his past, except in apparently careless remarks regarding old sparring partners and comrades at university; our friendship was old and rich, but our love affair was new. So I waited to learn how much he wanted me to know.

“No,” he said, “it’s my brother.”

I might have guessed; anything involving family turned him quiet and strange a while. I’d no idea what had become of his parents, or where stood his family home, or how he and Mycroft Holmes could have lived fifteen miles apart for fifteen years, in the same city, and still barely speak, in spite of a deep and abiding affection.

“Was it sent from the Diogenes? Is he all right?”

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Jamie was glad to be out of the Lallybroch estate. He loved his family dearly, but his sister’s brood left much to be desired in the ‘quiet department.’ He found it much harder to write with a baby in his lap, or a toddler at his feet. And he needed to write as much as possible these days.

He had authored a few books in the past ten years, ranging from mystery to thriller to comedy. Although never placed on a best seller list, they had garnered enough attention to adequately supply his income. Such as it was, that income left no room for a house of his own until recently.

His sister Jenny didn’t mind helping him in the beginning. It was his dream to be an author. Who was she to stand in the way of her baby brother’s dream? She sheltered him, fed him when he needed. But as time wore on, her own little family grew. First, it was just three adults in the large estate: Jamie, Jenny, and her husband Ian. Quickly, though, she bore children, one right after the other it seemed. Three babies under 5 (“And one on the way!” She announced the previous evening).

And Jamie’s large figure just took up too much room.

Of course, Jenny would never say that. She would never kick him out of the house. But he saw the relief in her shoulders when he told her he had bought a house.

It was the first time he had been alone in a long time.

***

The house was modest, located at the dead end of a sparse neighborhood. Dark brick, two bedroom, two bath. One story. Small, but Jamie didn’t much. It was just him, anyway.

His whole life was packed in–surprisingly few–boxes, stacked in all the crevices of the house. Cloudiness crept over his mind; moving was exhausting. Pulling off his clothes, he slumped into bed–a mattress on the floor–and fell quickly asleep.

***

Sleep didn’t last long for Jamie, however, for a noise woke him in the dark. He groped for his phone, curious as to the time. 3:24 am. The noise continued…

Bang…

Bang…

Bang…

Like knuckles on hollow wood. Jamie jumped out of bed, cursing the idiot knocking at his door at 3 in the morning. But, as he entered the small foyer, he saw out the windows that there was no one there.

Bang…

Bang…

Bang…

The noise seemed to come from behind him, then. He turned quickly, faced with nothing but moonlit darkness. Was someone in his house?

Carefully, quietly, he snuck into his kitchen, grabbing a carving knife out of one of the boxes. Surely, no one would be so dumb as to…

A creak came from his right, as if someone stepped on a loose floorboard. Still, there was nothing. No breathing, no shadow. Nothing.

It was silly of him, he knew, but he was frightened. Abandoning all hopes of subtlety, he flipped the light switch. He flipped all of the light switches, checking every room with the knife still in hand.

But, again, he found himself face-to-face with complete… nothingness. He was still totally alone.

Ambiguous

For @ff-sunset-oasis​ because of this.


1979

Lily Evans lost her baby.

It happened so early, she hadn’t even realised she was pregnant.  

There was no test, no celebration, and consequently, no proposal.


1980

Severus Snape strolled past the Hog’s Head.  He jangled the coins in his pocket, but he knew there was barely enough for a pumpkin juice, let alone a butterbeer, or a firewhisky, so there was no point in venturing in.

“Excuse me!”  A wild haired woman needlessly pushed past him, thumping him into the wall as she bustled in to the inn.  Severus frowned after her as he straightened his robes, and carried on his way.

If he’d followed her in, he’d have seen her take to the stairs.

If he’d followed her up the stairs, he’d have seen her enter a private room with none other than Albus Dumbledore.

If he’d seen Albus Dumbledore, he might have lingered outside, listening at the lock.

But Severus Snape had no money.  So Severus Snape did none of these things.  Instead, Severus Snape pulled his robes more tightly around him, and headed for home.


1981

Trelawney’s prophecy sat on the shelf in the Department of Mysteries, and gathered dust.

On Halloween, the prophecy shook slightly, expectantly, as if it was awaiting new information – but none came.

The next day, the prophecy was grey.  An Unspeakable silently removed it, and threw it into the ‘unfulfilled’ pile.


1982

It was unthinkable that the resistance kept fighting.  They were outnumbered 20 to 1, then 25 to 1, then 30 to 1.

Nobody had run the numbers this month.  It didn’t bear thinking about.


1983

The Ministry had fallen.  Hogwarts had been taken.  The Order had fearfully forced Dumbledore into hiding.  Remus Lupin was shackled at the Ministry.  Alastor Moody was dead.

Lord Voldemort was the wizarding world’s new leader.  He was flanked by his mysterious Death Eaters, their faces covered by their gleaming masks – but everyone of her age group knew who was amongst their number: Sirius’ brother, Regulus.  His cousin, Bellatrix.  Her sister’s husband, Lucius Malfoy – and her own husband, and his brother, the Lestranges.

There were other names, but they meant nothing to the younger members of the Order:  Rosier, Nott, Goyle, Wilkes, Rowle, Karkaroff, Yaxley. She couldn’t remember any others.  She wouldn’t have been able to pick them out of a line-up anyway.

There was one man she looked for.  She scoured the newspaper, desperately searching for a hint of the boy she’d once known, but she was never able to find him.

“Not able to find him,” James had pressed, angrily, tapping the newspaper, “or not willing to find him?”


1985

Remus was put to sleep under the Dangerous and Dark Creatures Act of 1984.

Peter was missing, presumed dead.

Sirius had used Regulus’ beloved House Elf, Kreacher to summon him to Grimmauld Place.  Neither man had made it out alive; but without a survivor to tell the tale, neither side could claim the victory.

“Victory.”

Lily didn’t know what she was fighting for anymore.


1989

She wrapped her thin coat more tightly around her as she wandered through the deserted mill town.

“Cold?”

The familiar voice sent a shiver through her, and she turned, half expecting to see a gleaming mask.

She didn’t expect to see a thin man in Muggle attire.  She didn’t expect to see a thin man in blue jeans, and black boots, and a terrible woolly jumper.

“You can have it,” he said, shrugging the garment off.

“I’m not sure I want it,” she laughed.  He held it out for so long, she took it from him.  She could see raised black hairs on his arms, and gooseflesh creeping beneath his short sleeves, but he refused to take it back.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know if I should tell you,” she said, warily.

“You’re absolutely right.” He gave her a watery smile.  “Constant vigilance.”

Lily’s heart thudded in her chest at hearing Moody’s words coming from his mouth.

“Keep the jumper.”

And he was gone.


1992

She threw her wand in the river, and moved south.

She called up Petunia, and told her the truth.  The new truth.  They’d cried together in a coffee shop as she’d pretended that the wizarding world didn’t exist.  That she’d had a breakdown.  That her parents had been trialling a bizarre method of therapy.

Petunia knew it was rot.

But Petunia wanted to believe it.

So she’d cleared out Dudley’s second bedroom, and the four of them made an ordinary happy family in the suburbs of Surrey.


1996

He stood outside.

Petunia was washing the dishes.  Lily was drying.  They both saw him at the same time, and the plate being passed between them slipped clumsily from wet fingers and crashed onto the tiled floor.

“What do you want?” she’d hissed, angrily, the dew from the grass soaking her sandal covered feet.

“I’ve come for my jumper.”

“What does that even mean?” She stared into his unfathomable black eyes and pounded her fists against his chest.

And with a crack, he was gone.

She turned, and the back door was closed.  “Tuney?”

Petunia’s hard face appeared at the window.  “I can’t pretend if you can’t keep your story straight.  I’ll leave your belongings by the front door.”


1997

“How?” she whispered, as the man served her in the local supermarket.  

“Have you got my jumper?”

“I asked you what you meant, and you left.”

“Walk with me,” he said, closing his checkout.  

“What are you doing? You can’t just do that!”  She watched in astonishment as he closed the till off, and strolled to the door.  “You’ve got a line of customers.”

He shrugged.  “I don’t work here.”

She never worked out if he meant he’d quit on the spot, or whether he’d never worked there to begin with.

But she still followed him.

“What happened to constant vigilance, eh?” he asked, lighting a cigarette, and offering her the pack.  

She shook her head.  “Are you still in that world?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“…yes.”

“Yes.”

“Are you still on his side?”

He smirked.  That familiar almost sneer looked out of place on his much older face.  “That depends on who he is, doesn’t it?”

She fell silent.  She thought about asking him again, and then decided she’d rather not know.

They went back to her place.

The next morning, he pulled on his jumper.

It was 29 degrees outside.


1998

The Department of Mysteries was mostly unmanned.  Research wasn’t seen as a priority in the new world order – not when there were Muggleborns to process.

Vice Minister Umbridge saw the Department as a non-entity.

Which is a pity.

Because a fully staffed Department of Mysteries might have seen a prophecy shake, and then flash through the colours of the spectrum.

Even a grey prophecy on the ignored, unwanted, unfulfilled pile.


1998

She gave birth to a tiny black haired boy, with a scrunched up nose, and tiny red fists.

“Will they know about him?”

“Yes, if he’s magical.”

“How will they know?”

“The Hogwarts book.”

“How do we keep him safe?”

He looked at her sadly.


1999

“What do you mean, there’s a prophecy?”

“He told me.”

“And who is he, Severus? Who is he?”  

She held Harry to her chest, and sobbed.  


1999

Halloween hadn’t been a thing before she’d entered the wizarding world.  

60s Muggle Britain hadn’t been known for trick or treating, or costume parties, or carving pumpkins. Everyone was focused on November 5th, building bonfires, planning community firework parties, and fetching a penny for the guy.

But at the turn of the century, Halloween was a thing for British Muggles.

“Nice costume, mister!”


1999

His mark burnt so badly, it bled.

She grabbed his jumper and wrapped it around the wound, trying to stem the bleeding.  

“It’s no use.  He knows where we are.”

She grabbed Harry.  “What do we do?”

He kissed her soundly, and handed her his wand.  “Go without me.”

“I can’t!”

“It’s me he can trace. Not you and our boy.”

“I won’t.”

“You will!  Take Harry and side-along!”

“I don’t, I don’t remember-”

“The three Ds!” he yelled.

She gripped his wand, the magic unfamiliar and unstable in her hand.  

There was a loud crack, and the room filled with light.

love is a room, that’s what is it

blaise zabini & mrs. zabini character study
2527 words ; read in ao3

1980.
blaise zabini was born during a rainy and humid day in the middle of november, his cries echoing through the zabini manor in the south east of london. his father was a ministry employee of the department of mysteries, and his mother was this beautiful and charming witch who had lived some of her life in a small town in the island of sicily, in italy.

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In 2001 i spent 5 months with Kristen Stewart on the set of Panic Room mostly holed up in a space the size of a Manhattan closet. We talked and laughed for hours, sharing spontaneous mysteries and venting our boredom. I grew to love that kid. She turned 11 during our shoot and on her birthday I organized a mariachi band to serenade her at the taco bar while she blew out her candles. She begrudgingly danced around a sombrero with me but soon rushed off to a basketball game with the grip and electric departments. Her mother and I watched her jump around after the ball, hooting with every team basket. “She doesn’t want to be an actor when she grows up, does she?” I asked. Her mom sighed. “Yes … unfortunately.” We both smiled and shrugged with an ambivalence born from experience. “Can’t you talk her out of it?” I offered. “Oh, I’ve tried. She loves it. She just loves it.” More sighs. We watched her run around the court for a while, both of us silent, each thinking our own thoughts. I was pregnant at the time and found myself daydreaming of the child I might have soon. Would she be just like Kristen? All that beautiful talent and fearlessness … would she jump and dunk and make me so proud?.

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anonymous asked:

#31 Sirius please? I'm sorry XD

#31. Last kiss….why do you guys do this to me omg D: (it’s ok though I love writing sad stuff…this is a little different from other kiss requests I’ve done today so I hope y’all like it!)


The first time you kissed him, everyone laughed, because you were young and sitting in a circle pretending your butterbeers were alcohol and daring each other to do stupid things.  Remus was wearing a pair of boxers on his head until his next turn, Peter had admitted to stealing at least 20 galleons from his mum’s purse over the last year to buy chocolate frogs, and James had dared Lily not to say one mean thing about him for the rest of the game, much to her dismay.  Peter dared you and Sirius to kiss, which was scandalous because girls had cooties back then, but you and he had the same exact style of quill and at 11 of course that means you’re meant to be.  You kissed and made “blech” noises and Sirius made a show of wiping his mouth off on his sleeve.

The second time was in fourth year and you slapped him when his hand slipped under your shirt.  

Two years later after drinking a lot of what definitely wasn’t butterbeer, you kissed him again the same way, only this time you let his hand wander and yours did too as you both started to find your way around each others’ bodies that you would soon come to know so well.

You kissed him on October 31, 1981 at precisely 5:32 in the evening after you got home from work, and you remembered it clearly because it was one of the last times you were truly happy.  Mere hours later, your entire world came crashing down.

12 years later you weren’t sure if he remembered how to kiss, so you didn’t try, you just held him in your arms and stroked his hair and thanked any god there might be that he was back with you again.  His hair was longer, his skin pallid and loose on his gaunt face, and angry lines of blue tattoo ink spidered their way across his chest and back, artistic scars from his time locked away.  But he was there, and he was alive, and you still loved him and he you, and when he fell asleep on your chest you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead for the first time in over a decade.

The final kiss you shared wasn’t special and it wasn’t romantic.  It wouldn’t even be memorable were it not for the fact it was the last.  You were in a rush, tearing around Number 12 Grimmauld Place in search of your wand, because something had come up, something about the Department of Mysteries, and Sirius’s godson Harry was in danger.  Members of the Order were darting about left and right, some had left already to help and Sirius was beside himself because the Weasley boy’s mother was telling him he couldn’t go, he musn’t dare.  You nearly barreled into him at the bottom of the stairs after retrieving your wand from his room and he looked you in the eye desperately.  You knew better than to back Molly’s demands up, for Sirius would go with or without permission.  His eyes were filled with a kind of wild anticipation–he did not want Harry to be in danger, of course, but he was also thrilled at the thought of getting out of the house for something, anything.  “Come on, love,” he said solemnly, and pecked your lips as he had done so many times before.  You barely even had the time to kiss back before he pulled back and you both Disapparated.  You had no way of knowing he’d at last left Grimmauld Place behind him for good.


I’m so sorry guys

Cait :)

anonymous asked:

Drarry; 26 from the prompt list please!

drabble prompt list


“Remember our first date? When you took me to Starbucks and it took me fifteen minutes just to choose a flavor of Frappuccino? I was never sure about anything, never. But I was so fucking sure about you!”

Draco glared over the top of Potter’s head at the sappy couple sitting a few seats down the bar from them. Working doubles for the Ministry usually meant working with Potter, which also usually meant they went to breakfast at the diner down the road from the office for a mid-shift break. For the early hour, there were more people in the diner than they usually saw, a few unfamiliar faces mixed in with the regulars like them. Potter read the muggle newspaper and was blissfully unaware of the embarrassing moment they were privy to, and Draco would not stand to endure it alone.

“If we’re not careful we may get sprayed with coffee very soon,” he said, crossing his ankles on the bar stool below him.

Potter had a bit of steam on his glasses from the heat of his tea when he looked over at him. “What/”

Draco rolled his eyes and jerked his head ever-so-slightly over towards the women with their fingers intertwined. The exclamation by the one furthest from them had prompted the other to shush her and start speaking under her breath in a rushed tone.

“You’re an Auror, Potter,” Draco said. “I’m sure you can figure this one out.”

It was Potter’s turn to roll his eyes. “Leave them be, Malfoy. I’ve seen them here a few times before.”

“Doesn’t excuse the fact that she is likely to propose to that girl over a greasy spoon counter.”

“Shove out of their business,” Potter retorted sharply. Any ounce of his previous calm evaporated just as the line of steam left the bottom of his glasses. “I’m going up to pay and heading back to work.”

Draco wasn’t sure what he’d said that had incited Potter so much, so he let the Auror go up to pay as he neatly piled their utensils and mugs together for the waitress to collect. He rarely understood Potter and had learned to pick his battles.

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Mistletoe- Percival Graves

Pairing: Percival Graves/OC

Prompt: “Let’s get you to bed.”

Warnings: Fluff for days!

A/N: Sorry for the wait! Holidays got a little crazy. This one may deserve a part two? Let me know what you think! :)


It was my third time celebrating at MCUSA’s annual holiday party, and all the mistletoe hung overhead did nothing to put the brakes on my already racing thoughts. As I caught sight of the handsome director of magical security from across the room, I couldn’t help but wonder yet again: was Percival Graves as smooth as kisser as he looked? Because there was no way a man that charming, that handsome, was a bad kisser. I mentally kicked myself…I had hoped a strong drink would put those thoughts to bed, but instead the fire whiskey had had the opposite effect. Now I couldn’t stop thinking about the annoying, inappropriate crush I had on my co-worker.

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anonymous asked:

What are the brain scars? (Sorry if you have answered this question before)

So remember when the squad was going through different rooms at the Department of Mysteries and fighting Death Eaters in OotP book? And Ron got attacked by some sort of tentacled brains from the Thoughts Chamber, and it was said in the books that the attack left Ron scarred :)

And I also added Hermione’s scar for the first time, the thin cut across her throat from Bellatrix’s knife. I used to forget about that scar, I’ve drawn post-DH Hermione before, and in the majority of those drawing you can’t see her neck that well so it doesn’t matter, but there are some drawings where the scar could be visible but I just forgot about it and didn’t draw it, so I hope it won’t happen again in the future! :D Same with Ron’s scars :)