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  1. The Locket | Slash | Regulus Black/Harry Potter
  2. Hero | Slash | Harry Potter/Reid Garwin | Crossover with The Covenant
  3. Wish | Slash | Orion Black/Harry Potter
  4. Crush  | Slash | Ned Banks/Harry Potter| Crossover with Ghost Whisperer
  5. Tattoo | Slash | Jack Hodgins/Harry Potter | Crossover with Bones
  6. His | Slash | Blaise Zabini/Harry Potter
  7. Fancy | Het | Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
  8. The Yule Ball | Het | Harry Potter/Cho Chang
  9. Just a Dance | Het | Harry Potter/Padma Patil
  10. Plans | Het | Oliver Wood/Heather Potter | female!Harry Potter
  11. Management | Slash | Gabriel/Harry Potter | Crossover with Supernatural
  12. Second Chances | Slash | Alphard Black/Harrison Riddle
  13. The Power That Be | Het | Thor/Hannah Potter | Crossover with The Avengers and Thor | female!Harry Potter
  14. Sparks | Threesome | Robb Stark/Hanabelle Potter/Jon Snow | Crossover with A Song of Ice and Fire, and Game of Thrones | female!Harry Potter
  15. Vows | Het | Charlie Weasley/Hailey Potter | female!Harry Potter
  16. Decisions  | Het | Tony Stark/Autumn Crocus Evans | Crossover The Avengers and Iron Man | female!Harry Potter
  17. Jumbled Sentences | Het | Harry Potter/Susan Bones
  18. Truthful | Het | Harry Potter/Lavender Brown
  19. Breakfast in Bed | Het | Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley
  20. Of Questions and Quotes | Het | Neville Longbottom/Violet Potter | female!Harry Potter
  21. Gorgeous | Het | Harry Potter/Ronnie Weasley | female!Ron Weasley
  22. To Have and To Hold | Het | Regulus Black/Hollis Potter | female!Harry Potter
  23. Stand by Me | Het | James Potter/Saturn Black | female!Sirius Black
  24. Meeting  | Het | Gary Oak/Holly Elder | female!Harry Potter | Crossover with Pokémon
  25. Family | Het | Thor/Haven Potter | Crossover with Thor | female!Harry Potter
  26. Adoption  | Gen | Tony Stark and Pepper Potts and Harrie Potter | Crossover with Iron Man | female!Harry Potter
  27. Strength in Honor  | Het | Robert Baratheon/Helaena Stone | Crossover with A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones | female!Harry Potter
  28. Darkest at Midnight  | Gen | Andromeda Tonks and Cassie Black | Crossover with Twilight
  29. Promises | Het | Harry Potter/Rosalind Black | female!Regulus Black
  30. Catch Me, If You Can  | Neal Caffrey/Hattie Winters | Crossover with White Collar | female!Harry Potter
  31. Rebellion | Het | Felix Delacour/Honorine Potter | male!Fleur Delacour, and female!Harry Potter
  32. Don't Be Reckless | Het | Cedric Diggory/Hastings Potter | female!Harry Potter
  33. Loyalty | Slash | Abraxas Malfoy/Harry Potter
  34. Her Past | Het | Loki/Darcy Lewis | Crossover with Thor and The Avengers | female!Harry Potter is Darcy Lewis
  35. Write to Me | Het | Tom Marvolo Riddle/Hadley Potter | female!Harry Potter
  36. Queen of the Crossroads  | Gen | Hecate and Helena Potter | female!Harry Potter | Crossover with Supernatural
  37. Chasing the Sun | Gen | Apollo and Helia Potter | Crossover with Percy Jackson & The Olympians | female!Harry Potter
  38. Sands of Time | Het | Regulus Black/Hedera Slytherin | female!Harry Potter
  39. Those Words | Het | Cedric Diggory/Hazel Potter | female!Harry Potter
  40. Perchance to Dream | Het | Oliver Wood/Hattie Potter | female!Harry Potter
  41. First Choice | Het | Severus Snape/Jamie Potter | female!James Potter
  42. Escape | Gen | Sirius Black and Rana Black | female!Regulus Black
  43. Take a Chance | Het | James Potter/Narcissa Black
  44. Them Against the World | Gen | Sirius Black and Narcissa Black
  45. Realization | Het | Lucius Malfoy/Bellatrix Black
  46. Light Up and Have Fun | Gen | Alicia Spinnet and George Weasley
  47. Time and Place | Het | Dean Thomas/Padma Patil
  48. Learning Curve | Het | Oliver Wood/Demelza Robins
  49. Kiss the Girl | Femslash | Lavender Brown/Hermione Granger
  50. Something About Him | Het | Bill Weasley/Fleur Delacour
  51. Farewell | Gen | Sirius Black and Regulus Black
  52. Discount | Gen | James Sirius Potter and Roxanne Weasley
  53. Magic in Fire and Blood | Gen | Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Snow, and Neville Longbottom | Crossover with A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones
  54. Special Meaning | Het | Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood
  55. Their Future | Het | Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
  56. Betting Pool | Gen | James Potter and Sirius Black
  57. Rush of Emotions | Gen | Teddy Lupin, Andromeda Tonks, and the Potter family
  58. Bright Smiles | Het | Dean Thomas/Pansy Parkinson
  59. You're Right | Gen | Sirius Black and Lily Evans
  60. The Language of Flower | Femslash | Hermione Granger/Daphne Greengrass
  61. Changes | Het | Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
  62. With You | Het | Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
  63. Study Date | Het | Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
  64. Sounds Like a Trick | Het | Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
  65. Their Future Together | Het | Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
  66. Control | Het | Seeley Booth/Haley Potter | Crossover with Bones
  67. Death | Het | Loki/Hulda Potter | female!Harry Potter | Crossover with Thor and The Avengers
  68. Take It | Het | Deforest Greengrass/Halesia Potter | male!Daphne Greengrass and female!Harry Potter
  69. Agreement | Slash | Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter
  70. First Friend | Het | Draco Malfoy/Holly Potter | female!Harry Potter
  71. The Will to Live | Het | Caradoc Dearborn/Jamie Potter | female!James Potter
  72. Interest | Het | Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger
  73. A New Family | Slash | Charlie Swan/Harry Potter | Crossover with Twilight 
  74. Hear Me Roar | Gen | Daphne Greengrass and Astoria Greengrass | Crossover with A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones
  75. Rolling in the Deep | Het | Rabastan Lestrange/Andromeda Black
  76. Secrets and Lies | Gen | Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley, Dudley Dursley, and Harry Potter
  77. Rumor Has It | Het | Gilderoy Lockhart/Rita Skeeter
  78. To Tell the Truth | Het | Pietro Maximoff/Holly Stark | female!Harry Potter | Crossover with The Avengers

 

Coming Soon....

  • George Weasley/Luna Lovegood
  • Fred Weasley and George Weasley | Crossover with A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones
  • Abraxas Malfoy/Druella Rosier
  • Loki/female!Harry Potter | Crossover with Thor and The Avengers
  • Parvati Patil/Blaise Zabini
  • Alphard Black/female!Harry Potter
  • Charlie Weasley/Harry Potter
  • Cedric Diggory/Percy Weasley
  • Luna Lovegood and Jon Snow | Crossover with A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones
  • Marietta Edgecombe/Percy Weasley
  • Apollo/female!Harry Potter | Crossover with Percy Jackson and the Olympians
  • Tom Riddle/Myrtle Warren
  • female!Harry Potter and Severus Snape
  • Lucy Weasley/Lorcan Scamander
  • Robb Stark/female!Harry Potter | Crossover with A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones
  • Harry Potter/Cho Chang
  • Tom Riddle/female!Harry Potter
  • Daphne Greengrass/Seamus Finnigan
  • Ron Weasley/Elia Sand | Crossover with A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones
  • female!Harry Potter/male!Hermione Granger
  • Cho Chang/Lavender Brown
  • Draco Malfoy and Rhaegar Targaryen | Crossover with A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones
  • Molly Weasley II/Lysander Scamander

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Regulus Black/Harry Potter
Warnings: slash; alternate universe; and time travel
Prompt: (Item) Horcrux


001. The Locket


 

Harry Potter glanced around. He definitely wasn’t at Grimmauld Place anymore. Wherever he was was some kind of cave judging by the looks and sounds of things, and feel of the damp air. Looking around he found himself on an island in the middle of a large body of water.

“Water, need water,” he heard someone saying.

He frowned and grabbed his wand while stuffing the stupid locket into his pocket. He made a mental note to destroy the locket later. He made his way as quietly as he possible could to the source of the voice. He found a young man, maybe seventeen or eighteen years old, laying on the ground. Glancing at the young man, he found it strange how much he looked like Sirius.

“Where’s a cup?” Harry asked.

The young man turned his head to look at him before repeating, “Water, need water.”

Sighing, Harry glanced around looking for a cup. Not finding one he transfigured a stone into a cup as best he could. Casting the water spell the cup filled itself up. Placing it to the stranger’s lips he helped the man drink it.

Taking a closer look at the young man, Harry realized he did look like his godfather. This man was much younger than Sirius, but stood about half a head shorter. He had the same ebony black hair color and smoky grey eyes.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“Reg-Regulus Black,” the man slowly answered. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before snapping them back open and jumping up. “What are you doing here ?” he demanded. “How did you get here?”

“I was cleaning,” Harry replied.

Grey eyes narrowed, silently demanding Harry explain.

“I was cleaning my godfather’s house,” he began, “the batty old house elf wouldn’t do a thing. When I grabbed this locket,” he said pulling it out his pocket, not noticing Regulus’ eyes widened, “I ended up here.”

“W-who’s your godfather?” the young man asked.

Harry eyed the man before shaking his head, “I can’t say.”

“Is it Sirius Black?” Regulus asked.

Emerald eyes widened.

“I never thought he’d return,” he said. “What’s your name?”

“You mean you don’t know?” the fifteen year-old asked as he brushed his bangs over his scar.

Regulus frowned and shook his head. Taking a few steps forward, he cleared the boy’s bangs to take a look at the scar. He ran his pointer finger over it. He recognized the feeling of the scar, it was a horcrux. Glancing down into the emerald, he knew the boy had no clue.

“No one’s ever touched it before,” Harry said. “I’m Harry Potter.”

“I thought the only Potter left was James,” Regulus stated.

“He was my dad. He’s dead, so is my mum,” Harry told the Regulus. For some reason, Harry just knew that he was telling the truth about not knowing about him.

“How’d he died?” he couldn’t bring himself to distrust the boy. His body language said he spoke the truth, or at least the trust he believed it to be. Regulus also noticed several of Lily Evans’ features in him, like her eyes, her nose, her cheekbones, her lips.

“Voldemort.”

Reaching out, Regulus grabbed a hold of Harry and pulled him close. Harry wrapped his arms around the old man. Leaning towards each other, their lips met. Unknown to either of them, they disappeared from the cave and reappeared in drawing room of Grimmauld Place.

“REGULUS!” shouted Sirius Black in disbelief at the sight of his brother kissing his godson.

The pair broke apart and glanced around them.

 

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Fandoms: The Covenant, and Harry Potter
Pairing: Reid Garwin/Harry Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; slash; homophobic slurs; and mild violence
Prompt: (Word) Pool


002. Hero


 

 

The first time Harry Potter had noticed Reid Garwin was when he and a friend of his, Tyler Simms, cheated a few guys out of money playing pool. It was his first night working at Nicky’s , so Harry chose not to interfere. Nellie had advised him against getting involved with the pool hassling with something about “other Sons” and “take care of it”.

Harry couldn’t help but notice the curve of Reid’s back or his long arms as he leaned over the pool table, lining up his shot. Harry stood off to the side watching as Reid tried to make the impossible shot. The blond hit the white ball and sunk both the seven ball and the eight ball, winning the game for him and Tyler. Then the fight started up and quickly as it started it ended when two other guys - Caleb Davners and Pogue Parry - interfered.

The next few times Harry saw Reid around the bar were when the blond was hitting on anything that walked his way. Usually the blond didn’t get what he wanted - or at least what Harry amused he wanted. It wasn’t until after New Years’ when Reid hit on him with a gleam in his eyes, something Harry had never seen when the blond hit on women.

“I’ve seen you watching me,” the blond began, smug smirk in place and arrogance laced into his words while his eyes shined with hope, “and I’ve gotten say that you’ve got great taste.”

Harry’s emerald eyes narrowed as the seventeen year-old senior continued to talk.

“Can I get you anything?” Harry asked, interrupting the blond after a few minutes.

The blond froze, his hazel eyes widening a little. He glanced over in the direction of his friend, Tyler. Harry watched the two of them have a silent conversation from a distance. In the end, Reid threw one last look at Harry something dancing in his hazel eyes before returning to his friend.

Harry watched him leave in confusion. Something was up with the blond.

After that night, Reid and Tyler didn’t return to the bar on nights he was working.

The next time Harry saw Reid was at the big Spencer versus St. Adams’ swim meet in April. Harry had attended with Hermione to cheer on Hermione’s younger sister, Perdita who was a sophomore on the Spencer swim team.

Reid had won all of his events: the hundred yard butterfly and the hundred yard individual medley. He had even helped set a new record for both the two-hundred yard and the four-hundred yard medley relay with his friends Tyler, Pogue and Caleb.

After the meet, Harry was hanging around waiting for Perdita and Hermione in the parking lot when he heard shouted words and fighting. Without a second thought, Harry left his car and walked off in the direction the nose was coming from.

When Harry found the scene, he was enraged. Two of the St. Adams’ swimmers held Reid as three others took turns beating him up.

“You should just do the world a favor and die, Fag ,” spat on of the swimmers as he punched Reid’s jaw.

At the sound of the word ‘fag’, something snapped inside of Harry. With the help of his magic he had four of the guys beaten up within ten minutes. He watched the five of them run off with slightly glee before turning his attention to Reid, who was struggling to stand up.

Harry walked over and helped the blond stand up. He was surprised when Reid didn’t push him away, but didn’t dwell on it too long.

“Are you alright?” he asked gently as he helped Reid walk to the parking lot.

The blond mumbled something that Harry didn’t catch.

“Reid!” three people shouted as Harry heard running come towards them. He glanced over to see Reid’s three friends, Hermione and Perdita come running towards them.

The three males slowed down as they approached and got a good look at Reid. Each quickly wore a mask of anger.

“What happened?” demanded Caleb.

“A few St. Adams’ guys were beating him up,” Harry replied.

“Matthews,” hissed Tyler as he took his best friend’s other side.

Caleb, Tyler and Pogue quickly took Reid from Harry, but not before the blond gave Harry a kiss, and loaded him into Tyler’s Hummer.

A week and a half later, a smirking Reid Garwin stood across from Harry with a wad of cash from his nightly pool hassling. “Wanna catch a movie or something?” he asked.

Harry didn’t even bother to comment that the blond didn’t seem the movie date type as he nodded.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Orion Black/Harry Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; slash; time travel; mentions of future mpreg; mentions of violence and murder; and out of character!Blacks
Prompt: (Theme) Saving Sirius


 003. Wish


 

Harry Potter curled up on with Buckbeak in the master room as he hid from everyone in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Tears leaked from his emerald eyes as he thought about the recent loss of his godfather. He still couldn’t believe that Sirius was gone. He choked back a sob as he tried to force himself to refrain from crying.

He turned his emerald eyes to the window and gazed out at the stars. He quickly caught sight of a shooting star and recalled his Aunt Petunia’s word to Dudley when they were kids. “If you wish on a shooting star, it’ll come true.” It was one of the few mentions of magic Dudley got as they were growing.

“I wish I could save Sirius,” Harry muttered to the star. His emerald eyes shined with tears until the star was out of sight and Harry was overcome with the sudden need to fall asleep.

 

...

 

Harry awoke what felt like minutes later by the pressure of something pressed against his throat. He opened his eyes to find himself staring at four wands. The owners of those wands were a middle aged a couple and a teenaged wizard and a teenaged witch. Each wore a carefully placed mask of indifference, but Harry could see the curiosity burning in the teenage witch’s and wizard’s eyes.

“Where are you from?” demanded the middle aged wizard, his grey eyes narrowed at Harry as he carefully watched the teenager.

Harry frowned at the question, clearly confused.

The middle aged witch glared at her husband before turning her kind blue eyes back to Harry. “We know you’re not from our time,” she said softly. “What year are you from?”

Harry’s emerald eyes widened. Had he traveled through time? But how what that possible? Hermione said time travel was impossible without out the use of a time-turner. “I’m from July 1996,” he replied. “Where I am?” he asked.

“The Black London Townhouse - Grimmauld Place,” replied the middle age witch. “It’s July 12 of 1946.”

Harry’s eyes widened. He was over fifty years in the past.

“What’s your name?” barked the middle age wizard.

Both of the teenagers perked up at the question.

“Harry Potter,” he replied.

“That’s a muggle name,” stated the teenaged witch.

Harry was about to open his mouth to reply that he was a half-blood when he remembered he was in the Black house and according to Sirius his family believed in blood purity.

“Behave Lucretia,” the middle aged witch scolded her daughter. “Do you know what your pureblood name is?” she asked, turning her attention back to Harry.

Harry frowned and shook his head.

“Surely your parents told you,” snapped the middle age wizard.

“They were murdered when I was a baby,” Harry replied.

The two witches gasped at his reply and lowered their wands. The middle age witch looked at Harry with something shining in her eyes.

“We’ll just have to give one,” the teenage wizard said, speaking up for the first. Copying his mother’s and sister’s actions, he to dropped his arm. His smoky grey eyes stared into Harry’s, reminding the time traveler of his godfather’s eyes.

“That we will,” the middle age wizard agreed with a nod.

The middle age witch smiled at Harry. “I’m Melania Black,” she said. “These is Arcturus Black the Third and our children Lucretia and Orion the Third.”

Harry’s emerald eyes widened. If he remembered correctly Orion Black the Third was Sirius’ father.

“Walburga,” he began, catching the four Blacks’ attention, “is your wife then, right?”

Orion scowled while Lucretia let out a small laugh, Mrs. Black smiled and Mr. Black’s eyes narrowed.

“No, that would never happen,” Mr. Black said. “Walburga’s our cousin - my children’s second cousin.”

“Where did you get an idea like that?” asked Lucretia, laughter laced in her voice. She behaved un-Black, according to Sirius’ description of his relatives.

“Sirius,” Harry replied, his emerald eyes beginning to tear.

“Who would that be?” Orion asked, tried not to snap at the mysterious time traveler. He would never Walburga as his wife, especially now after seeing Harry. He was going to have this Harry as his future spouse.

“My godfather,” Harry replied. “I think he was your son.”

“‘Was’?” repeated Melanie. “What happened - happens - to my grandson?”

“He was killed in June,” Harry replied. “It was my fault. He died trying to save me.”

Mr. Black lowered his wand as he watched the time traveling teenager begin to cry.

Mrs. Black gasped at the fate of her future grandson and pulled Harry into a hug.

“How did he die?” demanded Orion, his eyes narrowed. He didn’t like the fate of his son.

“He was murdered by Bellatrix Lestrange,” Harry replied as leaned into Mrs. Black hug. Her hugs felt nice, better than Mrs. Weasley’s had ever felt. “She was his cousin.”

“My daughter would do that?” Lucretia asked, disbelief in her voice and her eyes widened in fear.

Harry shook his head. “She’s Cygnus and Druella’s eldest daughter. You never had any children, according to Sirius you and Ignatius were murdered in 1961 around the time Regulus was born.”

Mr. Black made a note to insure Druella Rosier would not marry into the Black family. He would not have her children murdering his future heir.

“D-did Sirius say how I died?” Lucretia asked, her eyes still wide. She was supposed to die in sixteen years at the age of thirty. At least she didn’t have to worry about telling her dad she was dating Ignatius Prewett.

“I think in a Death Eater attack on Diagon Alley,” Harry answered, his eyes narrowed as he tried to recall everything his godfather had told him about his messed-up family. The more time Harry spent with these four Blacks’ the more he found his godfather’s words to be false about his family. The Blacks’ were treating him nicely.

“What’s a Death Eater?” asked Mr. Black. Whatever it was, he was going to see to there never being any of them.

“What this Regulus you mentioned?” Mrs. Black asked, her eyes shining with hope. “Is he another grandson?”

Harry nodded at Mrs. Black. “He was Sirius’ younger brother,” he answered. Orion paid more attention and leaned in closer. “He died in 1979 while serving Voldemort.”

Orion’s eyes narrowed. His youngest son died at the age of eighteen and his oldest son was killed by his cousin at the age of thirty-seven. He had a lot to change.

“Who’s this Voldemort?” demanded Mr. Black.

“The Dark Lord,” Harry replied. “He raises to power in the fifties, I think. His followers are the Death Eaters.” He pulled himself further into Mrs. Black’s arms. The feeling of her holding made him feel oddly safe, a feeling he wasn’t use to feeling.

Mr. Black’s eyes narrowed. He had a lot of planning to do. He would see to it that this Voldemort, Dark Lord or not, ever rose to power and his Death Eater were nothing more than an idea.

“Voldemort’s real name is Tom Riddle,” Harry added.

Lucretia’s eyes widened at the name, while her brother started to foam with rage.

“Tom Riddle as in the Slytherin?” she asked. Riddle was in the running for Head Boy this next year.

“He’s the Heir of Slytherin,” Harry corrected her.

“I thought he was lying about that,” Lucretia said.

“We’ll talk about this later,” Mrs. Black ordered. “It’s been a long morning and we need to take care of Harry here.”

 

...

 

Orion nodded on the door of his father’s study and waited for his father’s reply of ‘Enter’, which came a few seconds later. The Black Heir opened the door and slid inside. He took the few steps over to the front of his father’s desk. Mr. Black looked up from his parchment and motioned for his son to take a seat while he finished writing.

A few minutes later, Mr. Black put his quill down and turned his attention to his son.

“I want to bond with Harry,” Orion declared, getting straight to the point. His smoky grey eyes stared into his father’s.

Mr. Black nodded. He had expected this much. “He’ll be an excellent edition to the family,” he said.

Orion smirked. It was all the blessing he was going to get from his father.

“I’ll need more than two grandchildren,” Mr. Black said. “From what I’ve gathered Sirius was born sometime prior to 1960 and Regulus in 1961. You know your mother would like at least four.”

Orion nodded. He liked the thought of having more than two children with Harry and he knew his mother wanted numerous grandchildren since she had been unable to have more than two children.

 

...

 

Harry stared at Orion, unsure of what to do or say. The Black Heir remained in his place as he stared at Harry, waiting for an answer.

Biting his lip, Harry thought of Sirius and the future he knew. By agreeing to marry Orion there was a chance Sirius would never exist, but Harry shook his head. Sirius would exist, it just wouldn’t be his godfather Sirius, it would be his son Sirius. He would do this. He would marry Orion Black and save Sirius, from both Bellatrix Lestrange and his terrible childhood.

“Yes,” Harry whispered.

Orion smiled at him, his smoky grey eyes sparkling with happiness. He quickly pulled Harry into a kiss.

 

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandoms: Ghost Whisperer and Harry Potter
Pairing: Ned Banks/Harry Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; slash; original characters; and legal drinking
Prompt: (Word) Billiards

 


004. Crush


 

 

Ned Banks stole another glance at raven haired man at the pool table. The blonde recognized the other man from around Rockland University. Turning his eyes back to his friends, he met a pair of amused grins from them.

“What?!” snapped Ned.

Brandon made a kissing face while Cassie laughed and hit her boyfriend on the arm.

“Just go talk to him already,” Cassie said with an encouraging smile.

Ned took another glance over his shoulder and met a set of familiar emerald green eyes. He quickly turned back to his friends with a pink blush painting his cheeks. Brandon and Cassie shot him grins again before turning their on each other, trying to force him to confront his dark haired crush.

Ned took a few deep breaths before turning back around. He frowned and tried to control the surge of jealousy rushing through his body. Some bleach blonde and her three bottle blonde friends were flirting with his crush. The four were barely dressed and all touching the green eyed man.

He glared at them before turning his attention back to his drink. His thoughts wondered to his not-so secret crush. Ned knew the dark haired man was Britain and he was a double Pre-Med and Psychology major with a Biology minor. He spent long hours volunteering at Rockland Memorial Teaching Hospital. He was friendly to everyone, but had only three close friends. From what Ned learned his name was Harrison, but he found the name too formal for his mystery crush.

With a shake of his head, Ned tried to clear his thoughts. He stole another glance for his shoulder and found the dark haired was no longer by the pool tables. Taking a quick glance around, Ned found his crush had disappeared. Grabbing a hold of his glass he quickly finished the rest of his bitter beer. He stood up, throwing a few dollars on the table and walked out of the bar.

Stepping out into the cold February weather, Ned increased his pace as he walked towards his car. As he neared his silver SUV, he noticed a figure leaning against the driver’s side. With a frown he continued walking towards his car. He could tell the figure was male, but not much since the street was dimly lit.

“I was wondering when you’d come out,” the man said as he pushed off of Ned’s car and turned to face the blonde.

Ned felt his cheek reddened and he found himself unable to reply.

His crush chuckled and took a steps towards Ned. “Edmund Charles Banks,” he said with a smirk. “You’re an undeclared major with a three point seventy-five GPA and strong interest in supernatural studies - especially those of ghosts and the afterlife. A close friend of Professor Eli James. You’re a local, still living at home with your mother and you work part-time for Melinda Gordon at her antique shop. You’re one of the school radio DJs. You’re favorite color’s green - because of my eyes.” His smirk widened and Ned felt his cheeks reddened. He had no clue how he knew all this stuff. “You’re a loyal friend.”

Ned nervously shifted from foot to foot as his crush glided forward until they were inches apart. He could feel the other male’s breath on his cheek.

The Pre-Med’s smirk turned into a smile as he leaned forward and whispered into Ned’s ear, “I’ve also heard you’re an excellent kisser.”

Ned felt a pair of lips met his and his eyes slid close as returned the kiss. His raised his arms and wrapped them around the other male, pulling him closer. They broke apart a few minutes. Ned rested his forehead against his crush’s and stared into his emerald green eyes.

“Call me Harry, all my friends do,” he said. He smirked before adding, “Though I hope we’ll be more than friends.” He pulled out of Ned’s embraced and walked over to the passenger side of Ned’s SUV with his smirk still in place.

Ned’s eyes widened as he pressed the button to unlock his car before hurrying over to the driver’s side.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandoms: Bones and Harry Potter
Pairing: Jack Hodgins/Harry Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; slash; mentions of femslash; mentions of het; mentions of alcohol and drinking; and out of character
Prompt: (Item) A new tattoo


005. Tattoo


 

Jack Hodgins hissed in pain when a random person ran into his arm. He glared at the kid, who quickly ran off. He shook his head and turned back to Zack and Dr. Brennan. The three of them were on their way into the bar to meet the rest of their team after solving a case.

“Dr. Hodgins, are you alright?” asked Zack Addy, as the trio entered the bar.

“I’m fine,” Hodgins replied, trying to dismiss his friend’s concern. When the kid ran into his arm, it had hurt a lot, but that was only because of his new tattoo. He had had the one of Angela removed when he began dating Hadrian Potter-Black. The first time they slept together, it had been rather awkward after Hadrian had seen the tattoo and Hodgins had been forced to explain it was his ex- girl friend. And, just recently, Hodgins had a new of Hyacinthus tattooed there.

As the three scientists joined their friends, Hodgins noticed that Angela was there with Roxie, her girlfriend. The pair stole a glance at him before moving a little closer together. Hodgins merely ignored them. He was over Angela now, he was crazy about Hadrian in fact, but he still had yet to tell his friends about them. He was pretty sure that Zack didn’t even know about Hadrian, even those his boyfriend practically lived in the mansion.

The group of seven friends and co-workers - plus Roxie - talked and drank at a table while Hogdins sent Hadrian a text with the address of the bar. Maybe it was time the team met him. Before he had a chance to returned his cell phone to his pocket, Hodgins hissed as a drunk twenty-something bumped into him and sent both of them to the ground and his cell phone out of his hand. That really hurt.

Hodgins growled at the drunken young adult as his laughing friends pulled him up and continued to guided him out of the bar. Zach and Booth helped Hodgins to his feet as the groups attention centered around their fallen friend.

“Dr. Hodgins, are you alright?” asked Camille Saroyan.

“I’m fine,” Hodgins declared as he shook Booth’s and Zach’s hands off of him.

“That’s the second time,” Zack stated, “that Hodgins has reacted when someone came into contact with his arm.”

“That arm?” asked Angela Montenegro, pointing at the arm the drunk young male ran into. She looked a little uncomfortable. She knew it was the arm with Hodgins’ tattoo - the tattoo she still thought was of her.

“Yes,” replied Temperance Brennan. “Perhaps we should check to make sure everything’s alright.”

“It’s fine!” exclaimed Hodgins, quickly - a little too quickly judging by the look Lance Sweets was throwing at him. Hodgins refused to groan. He really hated that kid at times - and this was one of them.

“Nonsense,” declared Special Agent Seeley Booth with a smirk. “Let’s check.”

Hodgins scowled at the FBI agent. He was getting back at the scientist for earlier.

Zack, Booth and Brennan all then continued to remove Hodgins’ jacket from his arm and roll up the sleeve of his long-sleeved shirt.

“Why do you have a Griffin tattoo?” asked Zack.

Angela made a noise, but Hodgins didn’t pay any attention to her.

Someone approaching the group chuckled.

Hodgins glanced over and he smiled. Hadrian Potter-Black was approaching the group with a drink in-hand. Hadrian smiled at his boyfriend, his jade eyes sparkling with laughter.

The multimillionaire scientist shook his friends off as he moved to greet his lover. He pulled Hadrian into a kiss in front of the group, effectively introducing them to his someone special. The pair pulled apart a handful of seconds later and Hodgins laced his fingers with Hadrian’s before pulling the younger man towards to table.

“Guys, this is Hadrian Potter-Black,” Hodgins said as Hadrian leaned against him and nodded to his lover’s friends.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Harry Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; slash; homophobia; and bashing of Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Hermione Granger
Prompt: (Word) Revenge


 006. His


 

 

Blaise Zabini glared at the redhead hussy as she touched his Harry. Weasel and the Mudblood sat opposite them as they tried, and failed, to talk to Harry. Blaise smirked as Harry slid away from Ginny Weasley. Her face turned pink at something Harry said before he turned away from her.

He turned his dark eyes to Weasel and the Mudblood as they continued to fail in talking to Harry. The Golden Trio, or whatever they were, was no more. They hadn’t been friends since Harry’s name came out of the Goblet. Most of Gryffindor turned on Harry, not believing him when he said he hadn’t put his name in the Goblet. Their words and beliefs had hurt Harry deeply and that was unforgivable - no one was allowed to hurt Harry Potter.

He glanced back and forth between the Weaselette and Harry’s former best friends. He couldn’t decide who need to pay first. No one was allowed to touched Harry except for Blaise because Harry was his . They made a deal. Blaise smirked at the thought. The deal was rather simple. He had to help Harry with the Tasks and remain loyal and Harry would be his. Blaise also vowed to protect what was his. Of course the help Harry needed with the Tasks would come from Blaise’s older half-brother, Damien, who was willing to help for a price.

That decided it, Blaise smirked. The Weaselette would pay first. It would be rather easy. His dark eyes turned back to Harry and met emerald ones. Harry smiled at him softly before turning to talk with Longbottom, Bell and McLaggen - Harry’s new Gryffindor friends.

Blaise glanced at his friends and nodded to them before standing up and walking over to Harry’s side. He didn’t have to glance over his shoulder to know Tracy Davis, Daphne Greengrass and Theodore Nott had followed him. Longbottom, Bell and McLaggen all greeted him with a nod while Harry smiled up at him.

“What do you want, Zabini?” demanded Weasel, his face turning red.

Blaise chuckled a little. Was it really that easy to annoy the Weasel? If it was then Blaise understood Malfoy’s amusement in it.

“We’re over here to eat with his boyfriend, Weasley,” replied Tracey Davis, her hazel eyes narrowed at him.

“Zabini’s a poof?!” the Weaselette said, her face forming a look of disgust.

Harry turned his attention to the youngest Weasley and narrowed his eyes at her. Blaise smirked. Any sort of relationship she could possibly had with Harry was now ruined. While Blaise was possessive, he did want Harry to have friends - he just happened to prefer pureblood, or Wizarding raised, friends for Harry. The Weasel and Weaselette were now official out with their reaction, even if they didn’t know they were reacting to Harry as well.

“I always thought there was something weird about McLaggen,” the Weasel announced, eyeing the fifth year boy.

The Mudblood and the Weaselette nodded in agreement.

“Harry, you really should sit over here,” the Mudblood said in a demanding tone and her eyes narrowed.

“Yeah, you should sit by me,” the Weaselette said, sounding like she was trying to purr, as she tapped the seat next to her - the seat Harry had moved away from. “You don’t want to catch anything,” she added in disgust as she eyed Blaise.

Harry’s emerald eyes were ablaze with passion and narrowed.

“Let it go, Harry, it’s not worth it,” Katie Bell said softly to Harry. She wasn’t really sure why she was trying to reason with Harry. The younger Weasleys and Granger deserved everything Harry - and Blaise - were about to give them.

“You better watch it, you three,” growled Fred Weasley as he passed and glared at his younger siblings. Blaise raised an eyebrow and watched the older Weasley twin walk down the table towards George and Lee Jordan, whom were in a close embrace. Maybe the Weasley twins would be willing to help a Slytherin out - or at least a Slytherin with Harry in mind.

“Harry, don’t listen to Bell,” Ginny demanded, her face reddening. “She’s trying to confuse you. She’s only after your fame and money. I know it!”

Katie turned and glared at the third year girl.

“Because she’s like you?” Harry asked, facing the Weaselette with a raised eyebrow.

Ginny’s face flushed, the color clashing with her hair. “N-no, of course not, Harry,” she denied. “I love you ! I don’t care about your fame, your fortune, or your titles. I care about you, Harry.”

Harry shook his head. “I know you’re lying,” he stated. “Katie’s my friend and Cormac’s girlfriend.”

“You mean Longbottom’s the poof!?” exclaimed the Weasel, turning redder. His eyes turned to Neville, filled with disgust and loathing. “I thought your love for plants was weird, but it makes sense now. No normal man would spend so much time gardening.”

Daphne Greengrass laughed a little, crossing her arms. “Nev’s as gay as you are,” she informed the Weasel.

“I’m not a poof!” Weasel declared, his voice loud. By now everyone in the Great Hall was paying attention to the Gryffindor table. “They’re freaks , and unnatural , and shouldn’t exist . They should be killed !”

Up at the professors’ table, Blaise noticed the Headmaster, Professors Snape, McGonagall and Sprout getting up. McGonagall’s lips were barely visible while Snape’s face looked like he ate something sour, Sprout was glaring , and Dumbledore had a cold look in his blue eyes. Maybe the rumors about Headmaster Dumbledore were true, then.

Acting quickly, Blaise bent over and pressed his lips to his boyfriend’s. Harry’s let out a squeak of shock before responding.

“Mr. Weasley, Ms. Weasley, and Ms. Granger, we’ll be seeing you in my office, now ,” announced the headmaster as he walked passed.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
Warnings: alternate universe; het; mild bashing of Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley; and bashing of Rita Skeeter
Prompt: (Character) Rita Skeeter


 007. Fancy


 

 

Harry Potter watched closely as his best friend showed him the Summoning Charm yet again. He was detracted. He couldn’t concentrate on anything Hermione was trying to show him. Taking a deep breath, Harry tried to clear his mind and focus on Hermione - amazing, kind, his best friend Hermione Granger. With the First Task looming over his head, one would assume Harry would have mastered the Summoning Charm by now. After all, he was up against a dragon.

“Harry, are you even paying attention?” demanded Hermione, her brown eyes narrowed and arms crossed as she stared at her best friend.

He glanced at her narrowed eyes, which were filled with fear, annoyance and something Harry couldn’t place.

Hermione sighed and dropped her arms. “You really need to learn this, Harry,” she told him gently.

He nodded, half paying attention.

“Let’s take a break,” Hermione announced as she stretched and walked around the unused classroom.

Harry’s emerald eyes followed her every move.

A few minutes later they resumed working on the Summoning Charm. Hermione remained patient while she watched Harry try to practice the charm.

 

...

 

As Harry stood in the Champions’ tent, watching the others and trying not to panic, his shot over to the direction of the door. He could have sworn he heard Hermione. He walked over and listened a little closer.

“Harry?” whispered Hermione.

“Hermione?” he replied, his voice quiet and eyes darting over to the other champions.

“Good, it is you,” she said, sounding a little relieved.

Harry hummed something, unsure of how to reply.

“Just remember,” began Hermione as she explained how to do a Summoning Charm. again. “Will you be alright?” she asked, her voice breaking a little.

“I’ll try,” Harry promised.

A second later, Hermione had launched herself into his arms. Harry did his best to hold her and try to comfort her. He glanced over at the other champions, only Viktor Krum had caught sight of Hermione.

Harry quickly turned his attention back to his best friend - his only friend. His arms tightened around her a little and he pulled her closer. Hermione clung to him harder.

“You have to be okay,” she babbled, crying a little. “You have to make it out of the task alright, so you can take me to the Yule Ball.” She glanced up at him, her brown eyes full of tears.

Harry raised one of his hands from his waist and brushed a few tears away. Without a second thought, he leaned in towards his friend and pressed his lips against hers. Hermione froze for a second before kissing Harry back.

The pair leapt apart when they heard the long voice of Rita Skeeter enter the tent. Harry glanced over at the reporter and pulled Hermione into a corner. He didn’t want that lady anywhere near him or Hermione. He didn’t trust her and he didn’t even want to give her another chance to write something about him.

“What you doing in here?” demanded Viktor Krum, his Bulgarian accent thick and his eyes narrowed. “This a place for champions - and their friends - which you are neither of.”

Rita smiled at Krum, probably trying to be flirtatious, but looked rather silly. “I’ll just come back later than,” she tried to purr as she ran a hand over Krum’s crossed arms before exiting the tent.

Harry slowly loosened his arms around Hermione and wrapped them around her waist. She leaned into his embrace and laid her head on his chest.

“I’ll see you later,” she promised a few minutes later as she slipped out of the tent when the headmasters and Tournament officials entered the tent.

 

...

 

After the First Task Harry was joined by Hermione in the champions’ tent as Madam Pomfrey. As soon as she entered, she had made a beeline straight for Harry’s side. She took his hand as soon as she joined him on the bed and smiled.

“You were amazing,” Hermione muttered as she leaned against his shoulder.

Harry unlaced their fingers and wrapped his arm around her waist. They shared a small smile and sat in silence as they watched Madam Pomfrey tended to her other patients.

“You said something about the Yule Ball,” Harry commented quietly to Hermione as Madam Pomfrey thrusted a potion towards him.

Hermione blushed a little and eyed Harry nervously. She had said that early, but she didn’t except Harry to remember it. She nodded, trying to decide what to say.

“What is the Yule Ball?” he asked. It sounded like something he could take Hermione, but he didn’t know what it was.

“Harry! You were amazing !” declared Ginny Weasley as she zoomed to Harry’s side. She smiled as him, trying to act half shy half flirty.

“Nicely done, mate,” Ron Weasley said awkwardly as he half smiled at his...form...current best mate. He knew that it was only a matter of time before Harry forgave him and they were back to being best friends. His eyes turned to Hermione. She would play an important role in making sure Harry forgave him. After all, Hermione was the future Mrs. Ronald Weasley. As he watched the bushy haired female, he felt a surge of jealousy rush through him. Why was she friendly with Harry? How long had this been going on? His eyes narrowed as he watched the pair. Something was up and it had to end now .

Harry glanced at the pair of siblings before turning his attention back to Hermione. He wasn’t really sure where his friendship with Ron stood. He still wanted to be friends with the redhead, but in order for that to happen Ron needed to grow up. He also had to figure out where Ron felt about Hermione. He had a feeling Ron felt something towards Hermione.

As the four of them continued to wait in silence, Ginny smiled at Harry, Harry and Hermione sat in their own world and Ron glared at his two closest friends.

 

...

 

Harry glanced up from his Defense essay as Hermione sat down next to him. They shared a smile as Hermione took out of her Runes textbook and started reading. The pair allowed themselves to fall into a comfortable silence as they continued to do their homework. A few weeks had passed since the First Task and they still had yet to figure out where their friendship stood. They each wanted more than friendship, but they hadn’t had a chance to talk about it. With Ron around, they hardly had anytime to just the two of them.

After a few minutes, Hermione glanced up from her textbook and over at Harry. She smiled softly at her best friend and blushed a little. She really wanted to figure out what their relationship was. She would admit to fancying Harry.

“The other day,” Harry began, “you mentioned something a Yule Ball?”

Hermione glanced over at him, and noticed his blush. “Yeah,” she nodded. “It’s the ball on Christmas Day. As a Champion, you have to open it with your d-date.”

Harry looked up from his homework and turned to face his best friend. “Hermione, will you go with me?” he asked. Taking a deep breath, he quickly added, “As my date?”

Blushing, Hermione nodded.

Harry smiled and reached out with his hand for hers. He laced their fingers together and glanced shyly back up at her.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Cho Chang
Warnings: alternate universe; het; original characters; and teenage girls
Prompt: (Setting) Yule Ball


 008. The Yule Ball


 

Blushing, Cho Chang nodded. She smiled at the young man, who smiled back. She had a date for the Yule Ball! A date with a Champion ! Cho giggled a little when she thought about it. She was pleased to see the young man's cheeks turn pink.

“I gotta get to class, but I'll see later,” Cho promised as she turned and ran off in the direction of the History of Magic class. She had to tell her friends! No one would believe it. She let out a little squeal as she raced up the stairs.

She entered her History of Magic class a little late, but Professor Binns didn't even notice. Taking a place next to her friends, Cho grinned at them. Marietta Edgecombe and Haley Cooper stared at her.

“What's got you so happy?” Haley asked, her green eyes narrowed.

“I've got a date for the Ball,” Cho announced, pleased with the news. She was going to be thrilled for days . This was probably the best thing to ever happen to her. She had to write her parents. Her mum would be proud.

“Shut up!” Haley exclaimed, her eyes wide. “Who asked you?”

Marietta smiled at her friend, but said nothing. Cho tried to ignore her friend's dismissal, but it hurt a little. Boys usually paid more attention to Marietta than her. Sure, Cho knew was pretty and she was on the Quidditch team, but everyone knew she was tomboy. Not many boys wanted to date a tomboy.

“I'll tell you later,” Cho promised, smiling at Haley.

The day of classes quickly passed by and Cho was still thrilled about her date, even though she had yet to tell her friends. As they sat down to dinner, Haley claimed to spot next to Cho.

“Tell me!” begged Haley, her eyes wide and pleading.

“Harry Potter,” Cho admitted, her cheeks turning pink. She had had a crush on him when she was younger, but when Cho turned thirteen she decided to move on. Harry Potter would never be interested in a girl like her, he would want someone like Marietta. Marietta was pretty, from a rich Pureblood family, and she a girly girl.

“No way!” Haley gasped, her eyes widening. She squealed before hugging her friend. People turned to look at them.

Cho blushed when she caught Harry Potter's green eye. She sent him a smile before returning her friend's hug.

“This is the best news ever!” Haley declared as she pulled herself out of the hug.

“What is?” asked Marietta as she sat down across from them with her friends.

“Cho's date for the Ball,” Haley replied, smiling.

“Who asked Chang?” snorted Marietta's friend, Lynn Craig.

While Cho might be popular, Marietta had more friends than she did. Marietta's friends hung around Cho because she knew the guys on the Quidditch team and guys liked talking sports with Cho. While guys talked to Cho, they dated Marietta and her friends.

Haley opened her mouth, but Cho shook her head, silently telling her friend not to say anything. She didn't want Marietta and her friends to know. They would find someway to be mean about it, like they had Cedric last year.

“A guy in Gryffindor,” Haley replied. “No one too special.”

Lynn fake smiled at Cho. “Marcus asked me,” she bragged. She quickly fell into a discussion with her friends about Marcus, her boyfriend of two months now.

Haley and Cho shared a smile before eating dinner.

 

...

 

Cho Chang spun around, giggling. She had never felt so beautiful before! She stopped and stared at herself in the mirror, admiring her new dress robes. When Cho had told her mum who asked her to the Ball, her mum had sent new dress robes. Originally, Cho had brought her dress robes from her cousin's wedding. A lovely white set, but, according to Cho's mum, they made her look washed out and pale. For the Ball, Cho needed something amazing . Hence the new dress robes.

The new dress robes were a light gold color with a darker gold pattern. The design was a traditional Chinese robe with long sleeves and a slit on the left side that ran up to Cho's knee. In addition, Cho's mum had set a pair of matching dark gold heels, a pair of pink earrings and a book on makeup charms. For Christmas, Cho's father had sent her an heirloom hair ornament. It was a golden comb with a white lily. It had belonged to Cho's great-great-great grandma and was passed down when the daughter became of age.

“You look amazing, Cho,” declared Haley Cooper. She looked lovely in her own lilac dress robes.

Cho smiled at her best friend. “Where's Dave meeting you?” she asked.

Haley rolled her green eyes. “Hell if I know,” she said. “Let's get you to your date though.” She offered Cho her arm and escorted her best friend from the bathroom.

Entering their dorm room, the pair was greeted by chaos. Clothes were thrown everywhere, parchment littered the floor, and their roommates were finishing themselves.

“Cho!” greeted Lynn Craig with a fake smile, catching sight of the Ravenclaw seeker. Her fake smile fell when she studied Cho's dress robes. “Where did you get those?” she demanded, her face turning a little red. It clashed with her strawberry blonde hair.

“Her mom,” replied Haley. “Aren't they lovely?”

The other girls in the dorm turned to look at Cho.

“Amazing,” replied one of the girls.

“Who designed them?” asked Marietta Edgecombe, studying the robes.

“Edgar Abigail,” Cho replied.

“Never heard of him,” Marietta said, dismissively, turning back around to the mirror. “Have fun with no one special date.”

Edgar Abigail was a brand new designer, it wasn't surprising that most people didn't know who he was. He was the son of Cho's mum's best friend and Cho's childhood babysitter.

Cho and Haley quickly exited the dorm room and made their way through the school towards the Great Hall. Standing among the people in the entrance hall was Harry Potter dressed in light green robes with his hair styled. Next to him were Viktor Krum and Cedric Diggory. Cho let go of her friends arm and approached her date. She smiled at Harry when he caught sight of her. He took a step forward and held his hand out.

Slowly, Cho laced her fingers with his hand and allowed him to pull her to his side.

“You look beautiful,” Harry said, his eyes lingering on her hair ornament. “It's lovely.”

“Family heirloom,” Cho explained, raising her hand to the ornament. She smiled, again.

 

...

 

Cho Change watched as the entrance hall emptied and the students filed into the Great Hall. She leaned against Harry as she caught sight of her best friend and their dormmates. Haley Cooper was with her date, Dave Humphreys, and smiled encouragingly before entering the Great Hall. Haley was the only person Cho had told about her date. As far as their dormmates knew she was going with a guy in Gryffindor, but that was it.

When the last of the students entered, Professor McGonagall rounded up the Champions and their dates. Fleur Delacour was with Roger Davies, Cedric Diggory was with Padma Patil, and Viktor Krum had Hermione Granger on his arm. Professor McGonagall organized the Champions with Fleur in the lead and Viktor, Cedric, and Harry behind.

When the doors opened and the Champions walked through, Cho felt her cheeks heat up. Harry smiled at Cho and she hugged his arm tighter as she heard people whispering. As she walked through the beautifully decorated hall, Cho glanced over the sea of students. She didn't see her best friend, but she caught sight of a few of dormmates. Marietta Edgecombe's face was red and Lynn Craig stood next to her with a matching face.

Harry followed the other Champions and led Cho to a table where the others sat down. He pulled her chair out for her before sitting down himself. Slowly people began ordering food and conversation filled the Great Hall.

“I like your hair piece,” Padma Patil told Cho from the other side of Harry.

Cho smiled. “Thanks,” she said, blushing a little. “It's a family heirloom.”

Padma's eyes widened. “The yuri ?” she asked.

Cho nodded. The hair comb was infamous among Pureblood families of Asia descent.

Padma smiled, eyeing the hair ornament.

“How did Cedric ask you?” Cho asked, changing subject. Next to her, Harry perked up a little and next to Padma, Cedric smiled.

Padma glanced at Cedric and they exchanged a smile. “He spent me a singing letter,” she replied.

Cho smiled at her housemate. She was happy to see Cedric with someone. Glancing over at Harry, her smile widened. She reached over and laced her fingers with his.

“How long have you been together?” Padma asked, watching their interactions.

“Not very long,” Harry replied, blushing and squeezing Cho's hand.

Dinner continued with small talk between the two couples and a few comments from Hermione and Krum. Before Cho knew it, it was time to start dancing.

Looking into Harry's eyes, Cho danced and smiled at her date. She was surprised when the first dance ended and they continued dancing. She half expected Harry to step on her foot, but he had to do so.

A number of dances later, Cho led Harry off of the dance floor and over to the butterbeer before taking a seat at the table where Haley was seated. As soon as Cho sat down, Haley slid over.

“I'm Haley, Cho's best friend,” she introduced herself as she held her hand out to Harry.

“Harry,” he said, shaking her hand.

Haley smiled at Harry. Turning to Cho, she asked, “Having fun?”

Cho nodded, taking a slip of her cool butterbeer.

Cho and Haley talked for a few minutes before Haley stood up and drug Dave back onto the dance floor.

“You're close,” Harry commented.

“Yeah,” Cho admitted, nodding her head. “We don't really get along with our dormmates.” She sighed, “Teenage girl drama.”

Harry looked a little confused, but nodded.

Cho smiled and laughed a little. “It helps to be a girl to really get it,” she explained. “Haley's been my best friend since the first week of our first year. She helped me feel better about being homesick and the other girls making fun of me.” Cho smiled sadly at the thought of her first year. She was ready to pack up and go, and the girls in her dorm hadn't helped any with that. “She's even the one who got me to tryout for the Quidditch team my second year.”

Harry smiled at her and reached over to squeeze her hand. “Hermione's my best friend these days,” he said with a shrug. “Things have been distant with Ron since the start of the tournament.”

Cho nodded. She had noticed that Harry was spending more time with his bushy haired best friend. She felt a little silly for being jealous because it sounded like Hermione was just his best friend, and not some secret crush or something. “Can we dance some more?” she asked, changing subjects.

Harry smiled and got up, holding his hand for her. Cho took before dragging him back onto the dance floor.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Padma Patil
Warnings: alternate universe; and het
Prompt: (Word) Dance


009. Just a Dance


 

Padma Patil crossed her arms as she watched the dancing couples before turning to look at her date, Ron Weasley. When her twin, Parvati, had told her that Ron Weasley needed a date for the Yule Ball, she was a little excited. She was positive it would be an amazing evening.

It wasn't.

Leaning farther back in her chair, she spotted her twin happily dancing with Harry. Didn't Parvati remember that she had a crush on Harry?

Glancing at her date, Padma knew she wouldn't be doing anything tonight. Ron was too busy glaring at Krum and Granger to pay any attention to her. Padma wasn't trying to be selfish or anything, but she wanted someone to pay attention to her. As the middle child, she was regularly overlooked at home. As a Ravenclaw of average intelligence, she wasn't spared extra attention by her housemates or professors. As Parvati's twin sister, she was ignored in favor of her identical twin sister.

She just wanted someone to pay special attention to her.

Padma turned her attention back to the dance floor were she noticed her twin sister was dancing with a Durmstrang student. Looking around the Great Hall, Padma spotted Harry getting a round of butterbeers with Krum and Granger.

With drinks in hand, the three came towards her and Ron.

Granger took the empty seat next to Ron with Krum seating next to her as he glared at the redhead. Padma's heart skipped a beat when Harry sat down next to her.

“This is a little awkward,” Harry said with a chuckle, taking a sip of his butterbeer. He held a butterbeer out to Padma, which she took.

She sipped her butterbeer as she listened to Granger with Ron and Krum, and Harry talk to her. She turned to glance at Harry when he stopped talking.

She knew that look.

He was bored with her. Everyone got that look after she didn't talk with them.

“D-d-dance with-th m-me?” she asked, shyly.

Harry sat his butterbeer down and got up before holding his hand out to Padma. Blushing, the Ravenclaw took his hand. He led her onto the dance floor and placed a hand on her waist. Blushing and not looking her pair in the eye, Padma smiled as she danced with Harry.

A few hours later, the Weird Sisters were done playing and the remaining students slowly left the Great Hall. Padma shyly smiled at Harry as they exited.

“I-I had-d f-fun-n,” she whispered as the entered the silent entrance hall. “T-thank you-u, for-r d-dancing-g with-th m-me.”

Harry kissed her cheek and headed back to the Gryffindor Tower while Padma went towards the Ravenclaw Tower.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Oliver Wood/Heather Potter  
Warnings: alternate universe; het; and female!Harry Potter (Heather)
Prompt: (Situation) love at first sight


 010. Plans


 

 

Oliver Wood had known since he was fifteen that his future wife would be Heather Potter. They met when Heather was eleven and joining the Gryffindor Quidditch Team as their Seeker. From the moment, he laid eyes on her, he knew she was the one. After meeting her, Oliver knew it was only a matter of time until she was old enough and they could fall in love.

The next three years of Oliver's schooling went by. His interactions with Heather were limited to Quidditch. While he longed to have more of a relationship with her, he didn't want to risk the future he had planned for them. If they were too close and Heather saw him as a brother-figure like youngest Weasley, then there wouldn't be much of a future between him and Heather.

Upon his graduation from Hogwarts, Oliver headed off to play professional Quidditch for a few years. Since he was the youngest of three sons, the duty of carrying on the family name and image was left to his brothers. When he and Heather married, Oliver would be expected to take the Potter name and act as Lord Potter. If Heather wanted him to be Lord Potter, then he would, but she wanted to be Lady Potter and attended to the duties of Lord Potter, then he wouldn't stop her.

After graduating, Oliver watched from afar as Heather continued to grow. He knew from the Weasley twins that in addition to their youngest brother being interested in Heather, Malfoy, Diggory, Flint, Davies, and a few other students were as well.

Oliver felt confident knowing that the Slytherins and Ronald wouldn't stand much of a chance. Heather saw Ronald as a brother, and a majority of the Slytherins were rude to her and her friends. Heather wasn't the type to hold a grunge for too long, but she would want a proper apology for her friends before she really took a Slytherin seriously.

It was a rain morning in June after the Battle of Hogwarts and the end of the Second War when Oliver next saw Heather. She was walking through Diagon Alley, looking lost. She had changed a lot since he had lost saw her. Gone was the awkward eleven-year-old with too big glasses, oversized clothes, and messy hair. In her place was a seventeen-year-old with fashionable glasses, tamed and styled haired, muggle clothes that fit, and too old eyes.

Heather looked up and caught Oliver's eye. He smiled, and she softly returned it.

 

 

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Fandoms: Harry Potter and Supernatural
Pairing: Gabriel/Harry Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; slash; and Gabriel's form of justice
Prompt: (Situation) Revenge against the Dursleys.


011. Management


 

There were times when Loki missed being Gabriel, the Archangel. Those times were few and far between. Whenever that feeling came, he looked for a distraction -- a really big distraction.

Between dodging the Winchester brothers and avoiding angels, he needed the biggest distraction ever . This drama with the end of the world was blurring the lines between Loki and Gabriel. At the moment, he was more Gabriel.

Gabriel searched all over , and he found a distraction in Little Whinging, Surrey, England. A boy named Harry Potter. He had been dealt a horrible hand in live. Gabriel started by befriending Harry. Harry was rather smart. He knew Gabriel wasn’t a normal human, muggle as Harry knew him. With Harry in his hold, it would be easy to seek revenge.

First on the list, were his relatives: Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley wouldn’t know what hit them. He started with little things. Vernon forgot important dates of meetings, and he left important documents at home. Petunia’s roses and garden were perfect , and she couldn’t get any gossip on her neighbors. Dudley’s little gang was slowly losing members. The boys’ parents were finding drugs and other questionable items in their sons’ rooms.

Gradually, Gabriel upped it against each person. All too soon, Vernon was being audited for use of company finances and the police were investigating complaints against Vernon for various things, from money laundering to blackmail. Petunia’s house couldn’t get clean, her garden was slowly dying, she wasn’t invited to any social gatherings, and the neighbors were gossiping about her. Dudley was expelled from Smelting, he was facing legal trouble, and he had no friends. While this went on, none of the Dursleys noticed the bills weren’t being paid and someone stole the identity of Mr. and Mrs. Dursley.

Before the month of July was over, the Dursley name was ruined. Vernon was fired from his high profile job and he was facing criminal charges. Petunia was disgraced, her life was falling apart. Dudley was arrested, and his former victims had stepped forward. Most were pressing charges, and some were suing for damages. Number Four Privet Drive was in foreclosure, and all the Dursleys savings were gone.

Truth be told, Gabriel wanted to do more. He decided against it because he knew how much their reputation mattered to the Dursleys.

With the Dursleys taken care of, Gabriel had the wizarding world next. He wasn’t sure where to start, there were many people. Gabriel had decided he would accompany Harry to Hogwarts.

 

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Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Alphard Black/Harrison Riddle
Warnings: alternate universe; slash; and mentions of off-screen character death
Prompt: (Situation) A new life for Tom Riddle.


 012. Second Chances


 

When Mrs. Cole opened the door on New Year’s Day, she didn’t expect to find a young boy with large green eyes, dark hair, and pale skin waiting for her.

“Have you seen my mommy?” he asked with pleading large green eyes.

“Who’s your mother, child?” Mrs. Cole questioned. She had a feeling this child had been abandoned on the orphanage doorstep overnight.

“Merope Riddle,” the child answered. “She was having the baby last night.”

Mrs. Cole’s eyes widened. She remembered Merope since the young woman had died last night giving birth to her son. “I’m sorry, child,” Mrs. Cole began, uncertain of how to proceed.

The boy’s green eyes widened and tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. “Something bad happened, didn’t it?” he asked.

Mrs. Cole nodded. “She passed away like night,” she explained.

“What about the baby?” he asked.

“Your brother’s inside,” she said. “Come on.”

The boy smiled as he followed the matron into the orphanage. Hopefully this would work. By coming back in time, Harrison was hoping to provide Tom a second chance. This, also, gave both of them a chance at a family.

 

...

 

By the end of the week, the Riddle brothers were moved into neighboring rooms. Harrison didn’t want to be too far from his little brother, and Tom seemed to enjoy his brother’s attention.

As the years passed, the brothers grew up. Harrison played the role of protector and teacher while Tom was student, eagerly listening to everything his big brother said. Away from the orphanage staff and other residents, Harrison taught Tom about their magic. The first lesson was about the secrecy of their magic. No one else could know. The second lesson was not harming others with their magic.

While Tom could keep the magic secret, he had trouble understanding how his magic hurt others. Every time Tom hurt the other orphans with his magic, he was disciplined by older brother.

 

...

 

When Harrison turned eleven, a man named Horace Slughorn arrived to the orphanage to offer him a place at a boarding school he worked at. Mister Slughorn was startled to learn Harrison and Tom already knew about magic, and he nearly fainted when he heard them speaking Parsletongue.

Eager to learn their ancestry, Mister Slughorn took the siblings to Gringotts. After taking a test, Harrison was Heir Slytherin and Heir Peverell with Tom declared his heir.

When Harrison started Hogwarts in September, Tom watched from the Staff Table as his brother was Sorted into Slytherin. For the time being, Mister Slughorn was acting as the guardian to the Riddle brothers, and he had started the adoption process.

 

...

 

When Harrison was a fifth year, he started Alphard Black. Harrison remembered learning about Alphard from Sirius, and Harrison wanted to give him a better future.

At the time they started dating, Alphard’s parents and his sister had a problem with him dating a mudblood. Orion, the Heir of the Black, was pleased with the arrangement because he was interested in Harrison’s younger brother, Tom.

Before Alphard turned seventeen, his parents threatened him with disownment if he didn’t end his relationship with the mudblood. With the blessing of Lord Black, Uncle Arcturus, Alphard remained in a relationship with Harrison. While Pollux disowned Alphard as his son, Uncle Arcturus took him in as a ward, allowing him to keep the Black name.

Upon Harrison’s seventeenth birthday, he took up the name of Lord Slytherin. Everyone who previously thought he was a no name mudblood quickly changed their tunes, including Alphard’s former parents. However, it was too late for them.

 

 

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Fandoms: The Avengers, Harry Potter, and Thor
Pairing: Thor/Hannah Potter   
Warnings: alternate universe; het; and female!Harry Potter (Hannah)
Prompt: (Scenario) Thor is the power "he knows not"


013. The Power That Be


 

When Hannah Potter was fourteen, she met Thor in a small town in New Mexico. While it wasn't love, it was something. Hannah was smitten with Thor and he was drawn to the young witch. The summer ended with Thor kissing Hannah before he returned home. After Thor left, Hannah fell unconscious.

The next three years at Hogwarts passed normally – well, normally for Hannah. Fourth year had a deadly tournament where she was forced to complete against older and more experienced students. The tournament ended with the death of Cedric Diggory, and the return of Lord Voldemort. Fifth year saw a horrible professor placed in the school by the Ministry while the government continued to deny the return of Lord Voldemort. The year ended with Hannah leading a group of students into the Department of Mysteries to save her godfather, but in the end the mission led to his death. That night, Hannah learned about the prophecy tying her to the defeat of Voldemort. Sixth year was slow with Hannah learning about Voldemort's history and the horcruxes. That year saw the death of Dumbledore at the hands of Severus Snape.

Hannah skipped the out on her seventh year to hunt the horcruxes were close friends, Ron and Hermione. Their adventure fell apart when Ron departed, leaving Hannah and Hermione behind. A week after Ron left, Hermione followed.

Left behind, Hannah found herself alone. After two weeks on her own, Thor showed up. Together, they continued hunting the horcruxes. Their adventures led them to Hogwarts, where their arrival started the Final Battle.

During the battle, Thor barely left Hannah's side. He preferred to keep his beloved within an arm's reach. After Hannah killed Nagini, Thor attacked Voldemort. A few hits from Mjolnir brought the end of Voldemort.

Upon Hannah and Thor's defeat of Voldemort, the Wizarding World hailed Thor as their hero. Several people tried to trick Thor into marriage or contracts, much to his annoyance.

 

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Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire, Game of Thrones, and Harry Potter
Pairing: Robb Stark/Hanabelle Potter/Jon Snow
Warnings: alternate universe; threesome; het; slash; female!Harry Potter (Hanabelle); cousin incest; spoilers for Season Six; mentions of sexual situations; and Catelyn Stark is a bitter woman
Prompt: (Pairing) Robb Stark/female!Harry Potter/Jon Snow


014. Sparks


 

It was no secret Lady Catelyn Stark hated her gooddaughter and her goodson, the spouses of her eldest son, Robb Stark. Hannabelle Potter and Jon Snow were unworthy of her son. They were ill suited for being married to the Ward of the North.

Lady Catelyn glared at her gooddaughter as she laughed at something Benjen Stark said. Hannabelle was gorgeous with her fiery red hair, pale skin, and bright green eyes. She had first appeared at Winterfell a year ago in the arms of Jon Snow. The bastard had found her unconscious in the snow and he rushed her back to Winterfell, leaving behind a hunt. Jon hovered as Maester Luwin tended to the girl, refusing to leave her side longer than an hour.

Ned Stark forgave Jon when he learned why his son left the hunt. He had rewarded he for doing a job well done.

When Hannabelle awoke, she began inseparable from Jon and Robb, by extension. She joined the boys in their fighting lessons and she would spur against the men in the yard. It was clear Hannabelle had prior training with the way she twirled, dodging attacks, and the grace she moved with. According to Master-at-Arms Rodrick Cassel, Hannabelle fought with a fighting style he was unfamiliar with.

There were times when Hannabelle would join Sansa and Arya for lessons. While she knew how to sew and cook, she cared little for either.

At first, Catelyn didn't mind the presence of the girl at Winterfell. She seemed to drive a wedge between Jon and Robb, much to Catelyn's satisfaction. Hannabelle and Jon were close, and Robb took issue with it. Catelyn felt Robb had always been to close to his bastard brother. During this time, a serving girl had caught Jon and Hannabelle in a passionate embrace.

Unfortunately, the distant between Robb and Jon was short lived. Arya happily announced the pair had made up at dinner one time. The following day, Sansa spotted Robb kissing Hannabelle with Jon nearby. That was when Catelyn started to grow disenchanted with Hannabelle. Clearly, Hannabelle was after Winterfell and becoming Lady of the North. She started off with Ned's bastard before moving onto the heir.

Before Catelyn had a chance to confront the girl or confined in her husband, Bran and Rick walked in on Robb in bed with Hannabelle and Jon. Rick was happy to inform everyone that he saw Jon and Robb kissing with Hannabelle between them.

Word reached Ned, and he was furious until Arya explained the three married themselves in front of the godswood. As far as Ned and the North were concerned, the three were married. The only thing that mattered was Robb and Jon being half-brothers, but Ned cleared the issue up. Apparently, he lied about Jon – and he had lied to Jon the boy's entire life. Jon was the bastard son of Brandon Stark, Ned's older brother and Catelyn's betrothed. He had lied to protect Brandon's legacy and to spare Catelyn's feelings. With the marriage between Jon, Robb, and Hannabelle, Ned felt it was time to tell the truth.

 

 

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Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Hailey Potter   
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Harry Potter (Hailey); mild sexual situations; teenage marriage; and age difference (fourteen and twenty)
Prompt: (Character) Charlie Weasley

 


015. Vows


 

What were they thinking sending students up against dragons?

These were the same dragons the Ministry of Magic classified as Beasts with a flee on sight recommendation.

Why would they want to send students up against dragons?

Way this some kind of entertain?

Hailey sighed. She had a plan on how to deal with the dragons, but she wasn't looking forward to the First Task – or any of the Task in the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

Leaning against the stadium, her shoulders slumped as she thought about this blasted tournament. Why would the adults want to bring back a tournament as deadly as this? Based off of the First Task, the goal might be to kill each and every Champion.

With a shake of her head, Hailey's gaze dropped to the ground. She wanted nothing to do with this tournament. Unfortunately, she was being forced to compete against her will. Didn't her concept mean anything?

All Hailey wanted was to enjoy a low-key year at Hogwarts, like normal students got to. After three years, she had learned that her Hogwarts would be eventful and adventures, the kind other students longed for.

When Dumbledore announced the Tri-Wizard Tournament, Hailey felt a sense of dread in her stomach. While she didn't want anything to do with the tournament, she started searching for any and all information she could find about the tournament. For some reason, Hailey knew she would be entered into the tournament, in was just her luck – well, technically, her bad luck. As she reseached, Hailey tried to unconvincingly to dash her paranoia.

Her prediction came true on Halloween when Dumbledore announced her name as the Fourth Champion. The announcement was met with silence as Hailey was forced out of the Great Hall. The next morning, everyone knew Hailey had entered her name to be in the spotlight. She couldn't sit back and let something happen at Hogwarts without being in the center of it.

The last month had been the loneliest of Hailey's life. She knew what it was like to have friends. One day they were there, and the next, they were gone, glaring and whispering about her.

Due to the crashing loneliness, Hailey spent her time on homework and research. She hadn't found a way out of the tournament, but she wasn't going to give up. She had until the start of the First Task. By watching the Marauders' Map, Hailey noticed several names appear on the edge, near the border with the Forbidden Forest. One of the names was Charles Weasley , and Hailey only knew one Charles Weasley, though he preferred Charlie. After spotting his name, Hailey had a feeling she knew what the First Task was – dragons.

Charlie worked with dragons.

Sometime near midnight, Hailey decided to take her broom out for a last night fly. She made a point to fly over the Forbidden Forest several times, searching for the dragon handlers and the dragons. From above, she spotted four dragons. She took careful note of each dragon's coloring, characteristics, and attitude. By lunch the next day, Hailey knew what the four dragons were. From there, she devised a plan for each of them.

Hailey closed her eyes as she leaned back against the stadium, her head resting near a wooden post. Last night she found a way out of this tournament, but it was too late. There wasn't anyone she could turn to for help. This was a permanent solution. There was no such thing as a divorce in the Wizarding World.

If there was time, Hailey was interested in someone. They met over the summer, and there were sparks between them. Hailey could remember the feeling of kissing him, hidden in the shadows.

“Hailey,” a familiar voice whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Opening her eyes, she turned to look at him. “Charlie,” she whispered, a blush forming on her cheeks.

Charlie Weasley wore a smirk as he leaned in closer to Hailey. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against hers with his hands settling on her lips to draw her closer.

Hailey leaned into the embrace as she wrapped her arms around Charlie's neck.

Pulling back, Charlie rested his forehead against hers. “I've missed you,” he whispered with a smile.

Smiling in reply, Hailey whispered, “Same.”

“I saw you the other night,” he stated, “flying overhead.” Moving his hands, Charlie felt something in the pockets of her jeans. Without a word, Charlie reached in, retrieving a folded piece of parchment.

Hailey watched Charlie with a raised eyebrow. In the short time they had known each other she became use to Charlie's overly familiar tendencies.

“Let's see,” he muttered, removing his other hand from Hailey to open the parchment. After it was unfolded, Charlie returned the hand Hailey's hip, keeping her close.

Eyes widened, Hailey had forgotten she had that piece of parchment in her pockets. Closing her eyes, Hailey leaned her head against Charlie's shoulder.

When he finished reading over the parchment, Charlie leaned and crashed his lips against Hailey's.

The reaction startled Hailey. Her eyes flew open as she returned Charlie's kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Charlie pushed Hailey up against the side of the stadium.

“Magic to magic, I bind myself to you, for now and eternity,” Charlie said, his breath against Hailey's face. “I vow to love and cherish you, for now and forever. We seal this vow with a kiss.” His eyes sparkled.

Hailey's eyes widened. She recognized the vows as marriage vows.

When Hailey froze, Charlie started to back away.

When she saw a close of rejection flash across his eyes, Hailey quickly acted by pressing her lips against his. She felt her magic surge before entwining with Charlie's. The kiss ended a moment later.

“You're mine, Hailey Potter,” Charlie Potter announced to his wife with a grin.

 

 

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Fandoms: The Avengers, Harry Potter, and Iron Man
Pairing: Tony Stark/Autumn Crocus Evans
Warnings: alternate universe; het; older!female!Harry Potter (Autumn Crocus); mentions of underage drinking; mentions of teenage pregnancy; mentions of miscarrying a pregnancy; mentions of violence; James Potter is a jerk; and sibling (younger brother) is the child of the prophecy
Prompt: (Pairing) Tony Stark/female!Harry Potter


016. Decisions


 

The relationship between Tony Stark and Autumn Crocus could be summed up into one word: strange. While there was that muggle saying about no relationship being easy, Autumn knew that relationship between her and Tony would never be “easy.”

They met when Autumn was a graduate student at MIT when she was sixteen. Tony had heard about her project and was interested. He was one of many interested people, but he was the only one welling to sign a contract and a check with multiple zeroes. Autumn was trying to build a magically ran laptop. Her research wasn't going well when they met, but Tony recognized her genius. He was willing to fund her research and her project in exchange for sole rights. It took Autumn a year and a number of blow ups before she accepted his offer. To this day, Autumn still didn't have a magically ran laptop – or any electric device. She was able to build a magic-safe laptop and a magic-safe tablet, which has since been turned into a Stark laptop and a StarkPad.

At nineteen, Autumn started working for Stark Industries and running the magical branch of the company under Tony's supervision. She, also, started sleeping with Tony. A year later, Autumn was living at Tony's Malibu beach house four days a week, and pretending she wasn't in love with him. She was convinced that nothing could scare him off faster.

Then Tony went to Afghanistan for a demonstration. He was showing off his new Jericho missile system to the military, and he went missing when his security escort was attacked. He was missing for months. While Tony was missing, Autumn tried to move on with her life. She moved back into her small Orange County apartment full-time, buried herself in her research, and started dating Jason.

Eventually Tony was found alive and returned to the United States. For one long weekend, Autumn fell back into bed with Tony. Afterward, she returned to apartment and continued dating Jason. It turned awkward, but Jason didn't seem to notice. The relationship ended soon afterward. Autumn continued to ignore Tony's advances and the way his hands lingered on her back or on her hips. News came out that Tony was Iron Man, but that didn't change much in their relationship. Autumn respected Tony a little more, and she helped him design a magic-safe version of his Iron Man suit, and they collaborated on the arch reactor. It was naturally immune to magic. They were continuing to study it since it might be the source of a magically ran electric device.

About six months later while Tony was in the middle of his meltdown, they spent a wild weekend together in Miami. It didn't change anything between them until two months later. After a trip to the healer's, Autumn found out she was pregnant with a boy. She planned on naming him Elliot Anthony Evans. She had managed to tell Tony about her pregnancy, only to see him wonder off with a dazed expression and celebrate his birthday the following day. That was a party Autumn was glad to have skipped.

A few days later, Autumn was at the Stark Expo as Justin Hammer showed off his Hammer-bots, which were knock-off wannabes of Iron Man, and War Machine. The Hammer-bots and War Machine started to go rogue or something. The event turned into chaos and the crowd was trying to escape. In the panic of the escape, Autumn was shoved and pushed in the crowd. She took out a few of the Hammer-bots by hitting them with pulses of magic, causing them to malfunction. Stark Industries had sole rights to her research and products. Autumn was taken out by a few bullets while saving a kid wearing an Iron Man mask as a Hammer-bot opened fire. Shortly afterward, she blacked out. Apparently, she was carried out by the kid's uncle and rushed to the hospital. Somewhere before making it to the hospital, she had miscarried.

She woke up two days after the Hammer presentation in a private hospital room to Tony at her bedside. He had held her hand as the doctor told her she had lost the baby and she would have trouble conceiving in the future. Tony remained by her side until she was released from the hospital and taken to Tony's beach house instead of her apartment.

For a stressful four months, Tony and Autumn worked on their relationship. It was a difficult time period. They both grieved the loss Elliot and tried to fix their relationship. There were days when Tony would lock himself in his lab for days at a time, and there were days Autumn would lay in bed all day, and there days when they fight over nothing and days when they couldn't keep their hands off of one another.

After those four months, Tony gave Autumn a key and hired a moving company to move all of her things while she was in Boston, visiting her mom and giving a keynote address at MIT. When Happy picked her up from the airport and took her to the beach house, where she found some of her belongs scared around the house, she hadn't been pleased. She was happy to move in with Tony, but a discussion would have been nice. But she changed her mind when Tony showed her her private labs – and they christened them.

That led to where Autumn and Tony to where they were presently. It was some type of committed relationship, but it wasn't labeled. Autumn did dream she would one day become Autumn Crocus Dorea Stark.

“There's a bird upstairs, I assume it's for you,” Tony said, sounding frustrated. “It won't let me near it.”

Autumn frowned. Why would there be a bird upstairs?

“It's a Tyto alba , Dr. Evans,” Jarvis said, “a common barn owl.”

That caused Autumn to raise her eyebrows. Bird messengers, usually crows or pigeons, were uncommon nowadays. They had all but disappeared when Stark Industries released the StarkPad and the Stark laptop in the magical community.

“Who would send me an owl ?” she asked, walking towards the lab door. She shook her head, walking out of her lab and up the stairs.

When she was the ground floor, Jarvis directed her to the deck. One the deck, perched on the railing was a brown barn owl. It was grooming its wings and glancing around at the beach. The owl looked ruffled and tired. Autumn didn't spare the owl's appearance much thought.

She walked out onto the deck, drawing the owl's attention. Walking over to the owl, she spotted the parchment – who used parchment anymore? – on the owl's leg. The owl stared at her and blinked a few times before holding out its leg. Autumn removed the parchment unfolded it. The address made her eyes narrow and caused her to frown.

Ms. A. C. Evans

Master bedroom, Stark Beach House

United States of America

Autumn was looking over the parchment when she heard Tony step onto the deck behind her. He removed the parchment from her hands without a word. She turned to staring at Tony as he looked over the parchment.

“I thought you people didn't use this stuff,” Tony said, breaking the seal.

Autumn's emerald eyes narrowed. “We don't,” she snapped, taking the parchment from his hands. “Only people in Europe still use 'this stuff.'”

Her eyes narrowed and she glared at the parchment. Only people in Europe still used parchment. Her mom, Lily, was from England, and her biology father still lived in England. Back when Lily got pregnant, James Potter wanted nothing to do with her or the unborn child. Since Lily was only a fourth-year student at Hogwarts and the “alleged” father didn't want anything to do with the unborn child or Lily Evans. Lily was expelled and her wand was snapped. She returned to her parents house, and took her A-levels and her O-levels through a homeschool program. She gave birth to Autumn Crocus Dorea Evans on July 31. After Lily earned her high school diploma and took a series of tests, she was accepted into Georgetown University. Lily had packed up and moved across the Atlantic Ocean with her young daughter. While attending Georgetown, Lily completed her magical education and got a new wand.

“Europe?” Tony repeated, his eyes widened a little as he stared at the letter. He knew a little about Autumn's connections in Europe, specifically England – about as much as she did.

Autumn didn't say anything. She stared at the parchment before unfolding it. Taking a deep breath, she started to read the letter.

 

Dear Ms. Evans,

We regret to inform you that your father, Lord James Charles Potter, and your stepmother, Lady Amelia Mary Bones Potter, have been admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital for the Magical Maladies and Injuries' Janus Thickery Ward for long-term spell damage. On October 31, Lord and Lady Potter were attacked at their vacation home in Godric's Hallow. Both Lord and Lady Potter were tortured into insanity by extreme use of the Cruciatus Curse.

Due to Lord and Lady Potter's hospitalize and their lack of a will, the Wizangamot has selected you as the guardian of Oscar Potter, Amelia Potter II, James Potter II, Charlotte Potter, and Suzanne Bones. Oscar and Suzanne are currently attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where they are in first years. Amelia, James and Charlotte are in the care of Albus Dumbledore.

At your earliest convince, please come to the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Children and Family Services to fill out the paperwork and take custody of your half-siblings and step-cousin.

Savannah Kingston

Department of Magical Children and Family Services

 

Autumn read the letter a few times before handing it to Tony. He had impatiently waited for her to finish reading it. She wondered back into the house and over to the fully stacked bar. She poured herself some scotch and downed it. The access to alcohol was a benefit to living with Tony. Autumn was approaching her twenty-first birthday, so she couldn't legally consume alcohol.

“What are we going to do?” Tony asked, placing his hand on her back.

Autumn rubbed her forehead. She had noticed Tony said 'we' and not 'you.' A small smile forced on her face. She took a deep breath and shook her head, “I don't know.”

She turned around and faced Tony. The letter was in his hand, and she took it. “I don't know why they would chose me,” she admitted, speaking softly.

Tony guided Autumn over to the couch and they sat down.

Autumn sighed, leaning against Tony.

As far as everyone in magical Britain was concerned, Autumn Crocus didn't exist. She was a bastard child, and only illegitimate child born of the Potter line in over a hundred years. People rarely acknowledged her existence, and when they did, it wasn't good.

“Your schedule is clear for the next two days,” Tony pointed out. He didn't want children, but these ones were old enough to look after themselves.

Autumn sighed and slid down farther on the couch. This whole situation was crazy. “I don't know,” she muttered.

“You can use the jet,” Tony offered, “and Pepper.”

Autumn offered him a small smile. “She's the CEO,” she stated. Pepper might like a small trip to London and a chance to go shopping, but she didn't have the time. “But I'll take the jet.”

Tony offered her a small smile and reached out to grasp her hand before leading her up to the master bedroom.

 

 

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Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Susan Bones
Warnings: alternate universe; and het
Prompt: (Character) Susan Bones


017. Jumbled Sentences


 

Susan's eyes narrowed before playing along with Harry. Her wand movements for nearly perfect.

Harry offered her a smile, feeling a little guilty. He was basically using her as a human shield to hide from another girl. There was a reason he chose Susan over another girl – or anyone else. He liked Susan. She was quiet, pretty, and loyal. As far as Harry knew, she had said anything against him.

 

...

 

In the following weeks, Harry found himself seeking Susan out. In general, he seemed to be gravitating towards her. While she was soft spoken, she spoke up if she had something to say.

Through Susan, Harry started learning more about the Wizarding World. Most of what he learned was related to pure-bloods and society: customs, traditions, culture, and duties. There was a lot he learned about his own responsibilities to the House of Potter and the House of Black.

Because of these lessons, Harry started making inquiries with Gringotts over owl – and he exclusively used school owls, much to Hedwig's annoyance. It was because of Susan, Harry started to learn more about his heritage. The more he discovered, the more he realized Dumbledore had failed – and how Sirius had failed him.

 

...

 

It took a month for Harry to ask Susan out to Hogsmeade. This was the first weekend trip since they had become close.

Asking her out was awkward. Harry stumbled over words as he tried to form complete sentences, often stopping in the middle of one sentence to being a new and better sentence. He stuttered, all the while growing more red faced in embarrassment.

In the end, Susan said yes with a smile and a small blush of her own.

 

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Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Lavender Brown  
Warnings: alternate universe; and het
Prompt: (Scenario) Lavender notices something about Harry.


018. Truthful


 

The most important thing Lavender Brown noticed about Harry Potter was his truthfulness. She had never heard him tell a lie or omit the truth. She had known him since she was eleven and she never heard him lie.

It took her awhile to figure out why.

Lying came easy to most people. There were some people who lied every time they opened their mouths, and there were others that in an effect to protect others' feelings.

Lavender started to piece things together when she heard about his relatives, the Dursleys. While Harry didn't say much, Lavender heard from others, like Harry's roommates about his muggle clothes and the Weasley twins about the bars on his windows. When they were in third year, Lavender heard about the lies the Dursleys told Harry about his parents.

It was then she figured it out and she understood. The Dursleys had a large influence on Harry's life. They had shaped it, though Harry might deny it. The Dursleys lied, so Harry didn't.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to gather all of her courage. One way or another, she would learn where she stood. It was important.

“Harry,” she whispered, last one night in the empty common room with the firing slowly dying.

Turning his head, Harry looked at her.

“I love you,” Lavender whispered, balling her hands into fists. “Can you ever love me back?”

Harry staring at her, remaining quiet.

The silence made Lavender's heartbeat speed up as her nerves started to increase.

“Yes,” he whispered with a nod.

Lavender smiled. That was all she needed to know. “Will you go with to Hogsmeade this weekend?” she asked.

He said yes.

 

 

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley
Warnings: alternate universe; het; and family orientated
Prompt: (Scenario) Harry and Ginny with their children. Bonus points Teddy.


019. Breakfast in Bed


 

Harry relaxed a little – the fear of fire had vanished when his spotted the tray in the children's hands.

“What are the rules about cooking?” demanded Ginny, eyes narrowed at her children.

James winched, but didn't reply.

Next to him, Teddy rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. His hair turned from black to orange to lavender to lime. “That's exactly what I asked them,” he muttered, yawning a little.

“Why did you disobey?” Ginny asked, eyeing the three younger children. While she trusted Teddy to look after his younger siblings, the poor boy was getting over a terrible cold. She frowned, eyeing her eldest child. “Sweetie, come here,” she ordered, tapping the bed.

Teddy moved forward and he sat on the edge of the bed.

Ginny frowned, looking over him. Teddy was looking better, but he was still running a fever.

“We're waiting,” Harry said, glancing at James, Albus, and Lily.

“We made breakfast in bed,” Lily beamed.

Ginny looked at her younger children with narrowed eyes. While it was thoughtful, it wasn't the best decision.

“Join us,” Harry said, enlarging the bed.

James, Albus, and Lily eagerly crawled onto the bed.

James put the tray the nightstand next to Harry.

With a grin, Harry passed the food around, handing their younger children the burnt eggs and bacon. Ginny was given a piece of toast with peach jam while Harry took a piece with grape jam. Teddy was handed a glass of orange juice and some fruit.

Harry ate his toast with a grin as he watched James, Albus, and Lily struggle to eat the burnt food. It seemed like a fitting punishment.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Violet Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Harry Potter (Violet); and Draco Malfoy is a meanie
Prompt: (Scenario) Neville Longbottom asking female!Harry Potter out.


 020. Of Questions and Quotes


 

 

Violet Potter bit her lip as Neville Longbottom neared. He was red faced as he approached. She quickly turned her attention back to her book.

When he reached her side, Neville stopped moving and he turned to face her. “Violet,” he said, his voice soft.

Looking up from her book, Violet offered Neville a smile. “Yes, Neville?” she asked.

“I-I,” he said, fumbling with the strap of his bag as he nervously shifted from foot to foot.

“Move it, Longbottom,” demanded Draco Malfoy, shoving Neville to the side.

Malfoy's entourage of Slytherins laughed as Neville stumbled.

Smirking, Malfoy turned to face Violet. “Potter, you, me, Hogsmeade this weekend,” he demanded.

“No,” Violet said, turning back to her book. She had no romantic interest in Draco Malfoy.

Eyes widening, Malfoy stared at Violet in shock. “What did you say, Potter?”

“No,” she repeated, “as in, I won't go to Hogsmeade with you.”

Growing red in the face, Malfoy stomped forward. “Why not?” he demanded.

“I don't want to,” Violet answered, turning a page in her book.

“Try the poem, Malfoy!” a Slytherin suggested.

Malfoy nodded. “A violet by any other name would smell as sweet,” he began.

Violet slammed her book down as she glared at him, green eyes sparking with fire. “First of all, it's a 'rose',” she spanned. “And secondly, do you know how that play ends?”

“Of course,” Malfoy said, rolling his eyes. “The muggles get married.”

Shaking her head, Violet turned to Hermione Granger.

“It ends with Romeo and Juilet dying,” snapped Hermione. She took it as a personal insult when someone messed up a Shakespeare play.

Malfoy gaped before turning to looked his Slytherin entourage. “Why didn't you tell me that?” he demanded, his tone accusing.

“I didn't know,” yelled a Slytherin.

“I never finished it,” a shrugged a Slytherin, turning to his classmates.

“It's boring,” added another Slytherin.

Hermione's eyes narrowed at their lack of interest in Shakespeare. She took personal offense because she liked Shakespeare. It was something her parents raised her with and her parents loved Shakespeare. They even named Hermione after a character from The Winter's Tale .

“The answer is still no, Malfoy,” snapped Violet, opening her book.

Malfoy left in a huff with his entourage following close behind.

“V-Violet,” Neville said, his voice softer than before.

Turning to look at him, Violet offered him a soft smile. “You were saying something,” she said, a hopeful tone in her voice.

Neville nodded, his cheeks turning red. “I-I wanted to ask you to Hogsmeade,” he said.

“I would love to,” Violet said, closing her book.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Ronnie Weasley
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Ron Weasley (Ronnie); mild bashing of Molly Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Hermione Granger; and Ginny Weasley makes poor decisions
Prompt: (Scenario) female!Ron Weasley has a crush on Harry Potter as does her little sister, Ginny. Who gets Harry?

 


 021. Gorgeous


 

Ronnie Weasley bit her lip as she looked over her dress robes. They were hideous. According to the letter, these robes belonged Uncle Bilius. Why would her mom send her men's dress robes?

A tear slid down her cheek as she continued to look over the robes. Ronnie knew she wasn't the prettiest. She was tall with a flat chest and short hair, but she was girl . Didn't she deserve women's dress robes?

Throwing the dress robes onto her bed, Ronnie crossed her arms as her gaze drifted to the letter. The sight of the letter sent a wave of tears streaming down her face. It was times like this when Ronnie hated her mother. Since Ginny expressed an interest in attending the Yule Ball, Molly Weasley sent her precious daughter the set of dress robes Ronnie made herself. When she left for Hogwarts, the dress robes weren't finished, but Molly promised she would finish them before sending them to Ronine.

The plan changed when Ginny decided she wanted to attend the Yule Ball with her crush, Harry Potter. Molly bent over backwards to tell Ginny in her quest to win the attention and affection of Harry Potter.

Turning away from her bed, Ronnie hugged herself. It wasn't fair! Ronnie found an old set of dress robes in the attic when she was cleaning. No one else wanted them, and Ronnie wanted a nice set of dress robes for herself. She spent hours working on them. And just like, the robes were gone and given to her little sister.

It was no secret Ginny was the princess of the family. Everyone doted on Ginny. She was daddy's little girl and mummy's special princess. Meanwhile Ronnie was just Ronnie. She wasn't anything special.

The door opened and laughter was heard as her roommates entered the dorm.

"What are those?" demanded Hermione Granger, pointing at the dress robes on Ronnie's bed.

Ronnie said nothing as she bit her lip. It was no secret Granger hated her for some reason.

" Those are traditional dress robes, Granger," snapped Lavender Brown, glaring at the muggle-born.

"Well, that doesn't make them any less hideous," laughed Granger, eyeing the robes in distaste.

Lavender rolled her eyes.

 

...

 

"What happened to your other robes?" Lavender asked, later than night when Granger was gone.

"The usual," replied Ronnie, close to tears. "Mum gave them to Ginny."

Lavender scowled. She knew Mrs. Weasley was always taking Ronnie's things give them to Ginny. There were times Mrs. Weasley went as far as to spend extra money on Ginny so the younger girl could have nicer things. In Ginny's first year, Ginny got a new wand.

"We'll fix these," vowed Lavender, picking up a sleeve on the robes.

"How?" Ronnie asked, turning to look at her friend. Lavender and Parvati were her closest remaining female friends. The other girls had abandoned Ronnie when they all started crushing on Harry Potter, Ronnie's best friend. The only girl Harry showed an interest in was Ronnie.

 

...

 

The following two weeks passed with Ronnie, Parvati and Lavender working on the dress robes. Lavender and Parvati were determined to send Ronnie to the Yule Ball in a set of gorgeous dress robes. Their friend deserved it.

They out help from Dobby, an eager and friendly house-elf. With the other house-elves, Dobby would find extra robes and fabric. Dobby would bring everything to the girls and he would watch in glee as they created a new set of dress robes.

 

...

 

This year, the Yule Ball was held on a Saturday, the day before winter holidays would begin, allowing all students to attend the ball and head home for the holidays. There were a lot of changes this year, all celebrating the defeat of Voldemort and the end of the war.

Ronnie, Lavender, and Parvati got ready together in the Room of Requirement, away from their roommates and the other girls in Gryffindor Tower.

With help from Lavender and Parvati, Ronnie had her hair styled in an up-do and her makeup was done. Lavender and Parvati laughed at some of Ronnie's facial expression while they worked on her. Ronnie was a tomboy with limited interests in female past times. In fact, Ronnie loved sewing and designing, and her favorite subject was timeless dress robes.

The three of them left the Room of Requirement together, headed to the Entrance Hall, where they were meeting their dates. Lavender and Parvati were attending the ball with Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom.

In the Entrance Hall, Ronnie spotted Ginny flirting with Harry Potter. She was hanging off of his arm and pushing her breast into his side. Ronnie felt her eyes sting at the sight of Ginny's dress robes. The robes had been restyled with a tighter silhouette and deeper neckline.

Harry was engaging with Ginny, nodding along to whatever she was saying and his eyes were fixed firmly on her face.

Taking a deep breath, Ronnie walked into the Entrance Hall with Lavender and Parvati. Dean and Neville straightened up at the sight of their dates and they rushed over to greet them.

The slight commotion drew Harry's attention – along with Ginny's irritation. Harry smiled when he saw Ronnie. He pushed Ginny away from him before he walked over to Ronnie.

"You look gorgeous," he whispered in her ear, sounding breathless.

Ronnie left her cheeks warm and she smiled.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Regulus Black/Hollis Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Harry Potter (Hollis); and time travel

 


022. To Have and To Hold


 

 

Hollis Potter had a talent for getting into unexplainable situations. She survived the Killing Curse, she was the youngest Seeker in a Century, and she was the youngest Triwizard Champion. Honestly, Hollis had no idea how any of this happened, it just did – no matter what Snape said.

While she was assigned to clean the drawing room at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, it happened again. Hollis had picked up an odd locket. It was made of gold and weighed a good amount, and was a large, oval shape. On the front of the locket there was an “S” made out of green jewels, most likely emeralds.

Hollis was staring at the locket when it happened. There was something about the locket that called to her. As she looked over the locket, she found it odd that such a locket would be in the drawing room of the Blacks' residence. She knew that the Black family colors were black and purple, and all of their jewelry was made out of silver or white gold, and their family jewel was onyx. Nothing in their family history would explain why there would be an “S” on any of their family heirloom jewelry. The family had a long history of being sorted into Slytherin, but the Blacks' were distantly related to Morgan Le Fey, who was related to Rowena Ravenclaw.

As she studied the locket, Hollis failed to notice the magic leaking from it. It was residual at first, but when it touch her magic, it steadily increased. Hollis didn't notice until she felt it wrapping around her. The feeling didn't make her feel uneasy. It made her feel complete and safe, which made her alarmed. She never recalled feeling like this. It was so natural feeling that it made her feel uncomfortable.

No one else in the room noticed what was going. Mrs. Weasley was sorting through the rubbish pile while her children and Hermione Granger were cleaning varies selections of the room. Before Hollis could alert them to what was going on, she was being pulled away.

It felt like a port-key, but not at the same time. She was being pulled away by the locket and she couldn't release it. The pulling sensation increased and seemed to pick up speed. She clutched her eyes shut, and she was being to experience breathing difficulties.

As quick as the pulling feeling came, it started to disappear. The speed fell, Hollis could breath normally, and her eyes remained shut. A few seconds later, her bare feet met ground – rocky ground. Hollis opened her eyes and found natural darkness. She squinted, looking around. It would appear that she was in a cave of some kind.

Inside of the cave – or what she believed to be a cave – she was on an island or something surround by water, lots of water. In the far off distance, it looked like there was another landform. Hollis eyed the distance and contemplated trying to swim it, but decided against it. She was a decent swimmer and there was something about the body of water that made her uneasy.

Hollis turned around, looking over the island or whatever she stood on. It was rather small, about twenty feet in diameter. The surface was rocky, and uncomfortable to stand barefoot on. She let out a gasp when she felt the rocky surface cut her feet.

She grimaced and stopped moving. She was facing the middle of the island. There was a stone basin. At the foot of the basin there was form that wasn't the island. Hollis tried to carefully walk over to the basin, to get a better look. On her walk over, she reached into her pocket for her wand, only to find it missing. She silently cursed herself. It was back at her bedroom at Grimmauld Place.

As she slowly approached the form, she noticed it was human shaped. Stopping a few inches away from the person, Hollis spent a few moments watching it. The form looked male based off of the broad shoulder and the athletic build that lacked certain curves. The person appeared to be breathing.

Slowly, Hollis crotched down and reached out to shake the person's shoulder. Hopefully he had information on where she was and how she could get back to Grimmauld Place. Before her fingers could brush against his shoulder, a hand shot out and caught her wrist. The person pulled Hollis towards them and rolled over. During this, Hollis dropped the locket.

Within in seconds, Hollis was on her back with her head pounding from bouncing off of the rocky surface, and she was staring up a familiar face. This person – who was male – had shoulder-length black hair, and striking grey eyes. His body was well-built. He bore a strong resembles to Sirius. He was straddling her, which kept her pinned to the ground, with one hand holding both her wrists above her head, and the other hand had a wand pressed against her throat.

“Sirius?” Hollis whispered in desperation, tears filling her eyes. She was in pain, and she was starting to feel scared.

The male above her narrowed his grey eyes. His grip on her wrists loosened, but he didn't move. “Who are you?” the male hissed, his voice was rough and darker than her godfather's.

“H-Hollis,” she replied.

“How did you get here?” he demanded, staring down into her jade eyes.

“The l-locket,” Hollis answered. She knew it sounded farfetched, but it was the truth. She had the feeling if she lied, things wouldn't go well.

The male stared at her with narrowed eyes, his eyes roaming over her face. “What locket?” he demanded, there was a guard look in his eyes.

“It was gold and had an 'S' made out of emeralds,” she explained.

Realization flashed through his grey eyes as his wand pressed farther into her throat. “Where is it?” he hissed, his grip on her wrists tightened.

“Over there,” Hollis replied, moving her eyes in the direction from which she was pulled. “I dropped it when you grabbed me.”

His eyes narrowed, and he glanced over in the direction she came from. He saw something laying on the ground a few feet away. He moved his right hand, the one holding the wand, off of her throat and silently summoned the locket. With a shaking right hand, he looked over the locket. As he inspected it, his grip on Hollis' wrists tightened.

“Where did you get this?” he demanded in a hiss, his voice sounding low and dangerous.

“The drawing room in Number Twelve Grim–” she began to replied.

“–mauld Place,” he finished with her. His eyes were narrowed and hardened. He stared down at her in silence. The only noise in the cave was coming from the water and the wind.

Below him, Hollis started to shiver. She was starting to feel rather cold. Her clothes were damp, and didn't cover much. Her shorts were rather short, stopping at mid-thigh level. She had cut up a pair of Dudley's old jeans, they were like seven years old. Her shirt was a long and thin, light green blouse with lace designs and semi-puffy sleeves that Aunt Petunia had bought her at a thrift store a year ago.

“How did you get here?” he asked, his voice less harsh. His grip on the locket tightened.

“I picked that up,” Hollis replied, nodded to the locket in his hand. “We were cleaning the drawing room, and that was in a glass case.”

The male stared at her for several seconds. Without a hint of warning, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Hollis froze in shock for a few seconds before something warm bloomed in her chest, causing her to shyly kiss back. Hollis never kissed anyone before, including Neville Longbottom who escorted her to the Yule Ball last year, but both Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger had. This was like neither of them described. Ginny's first kiss was long and passionate while Hermione's short and sweet.

He pulled back a few inches and stared down at Hollis. There was something intense in his eyes, which made Hollis blush. He sat back and released her wrists, and he stood up a few seconds later. Holding out his hand, he pulled Hollis to her feet. Once she was standing, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Hollis felt comfortable and safe in his arms, which was weird given their situation a minute ago.

“How do you know Sirius?” he muttered in her ear, his breath warm.

Hollis pressed herself close to him, trying to gather more heat. She had the feeling that she could trust him, like when she met Ron Weasley on the Hogwarts Express first year and Hermione Granger after the troll incident. It hadn't failed her yet. “He's my godfather,” she whispered.

His grip on her tightened.

“He's a good person,” she whispered. “He didn't do the things he was accused off – betraying my parent to Voldemort or killing those muggles and Pettigrew. It was all Pettigrew,” she explained, shedding a few tears.

The male's grip loosened and rubbed a hand up and down her back. “I know he's a good person,” he said with a chuckle. “He was the white sheep of the family.”

Hollis grew a little confused. Did this man know Sirius? Before she could ask, he was speaking, “He's my older brother.”

Hollis thought for a moment. Sirius had explained the family tree when she found it. “Regulus?” she said, leaning back to stare up at the man.

He nodded, his expression grim. “We've never met I take it,” he said, sounding lost.

She shook her head. “According to the Black family tree, you're dead,” she explained. Thinking about the Black family tree brought back Sirius' words about his brother. Hollis pushed herself away from Regulus.

He looked depressed, and he tried to reach out to her.

Hollis slapped his hands away, glaring at him. “You're a Death Eater,” she whispered, tears running down her face.

“Not a loyal one,” Regulus said. “By coming here, I betrayed the Dark Lord.”

Hollis glanced around, the cave didn't look like much.

“He hid this here,” he explained, holding up the locket. “I wanted to find and destroy all of his horcruxes.”

Hollis shivered, wrapping her arms around herself in an effort to get warm.

Regulus took a few steps towards her, and wrapped his arms around her again. Hollis leaned in towards him, wanting the heat. She hated the cold or being cold, it brought back memories of the Dursleys'. Aunt Petunia had had her wash the shed in the middle of winter, and Uncle Vernon made her walk home from school in a thin windbreaker.

“You don't know what we are, do you?” Regulus asked, his voice sounding depressed.

Hollis shook her head. He claimed he wasn't a loyal Death Eater, so they weren't enemies, but they weren't allies. But she had a feeling that these weren't the answers he was looking for.

Regulus sighed, but didn't say anything.

“What are we?” Hollis asked.

Salit animae ,” Regulus replied, tightening his arms around her.

Hollis thought for a moment. That phrase sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it. She remained silent, hoping that Regulus was translate or explain.

“Soulmates,” Regulus whispered in her ear.

Hollis froze in shock. They had studied soulmates – salit animae – in History of Magic briefly her third year. The last known case of soulmates was in the 1800s, between Delphin Malfoy and Roger Flint. Soulmates would explain why she felt safe with him, how he knew she was lying, and it might explain why she was pulled to him.

She wrapped her arms around Regulus. Leaning her head up, they kissed once more. Regulus kissed her back passionately. They separated a moment later.

“Here,” Regulus said, holding the locket out to Hollis. His arm around her waist tightened, pulling her closer.

Hollis removed one of her arms from around Regulus and reached up to touch the locket. That's when it happened again. The locket pulled them from the cave and to wherever. Hollis dropped her hand from the locket and wrapped her arm around Regulus when it picked up speed. Regulus arm was back around a second later. He held her close.

Like last time, the speed decrease and stopped a little later. When they stopped, Hollis looked around, relieved to the drawing room she had been cleaning with Mrs. Weasley and the others. Currently, the only other in the drawing room was Kreacher. The house-elf was supporting through the pile, muttering to himself about blood traitors and mudbloods.

“Behavior yourself, Kreacher,” Regulus ordered, loosening his grip on Hollis.

Kreacher whirled around, his eyes widened at the sight of Regulus. “Master Regulus?” he said, stepping towards the man.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: James Potter/Saturn Black; and past one-sided James Potter/Lily Evans
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Sirius Black (Saturn); mild language; nice!Narcissa Black; and mentions of evil!Black family

 


023. Stand By Me


 

 

The turning point came over the holidays. The second day of the Winter Holidays, James Potter was done moping – not that he would admit to moping in the first place. It was time to get over it, and it was time to move on with his life.

The day, most people never thought would never come, arrived. James Potter was moving on from Lily Evans. For years, James had tried and failed to win the heart of the beautiful and kind Lily Evans, but she had no interest in James. Lily seemed to hate the very sight of James. She rarely gave him any time, and she only paid attention to him if James sought her out or Snivellus started something.

Upon their departure from the Hogwarts Express at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, James had tried to bid her a farewell and wish her happy holidays when Lily glared at him and wished he would drop dead. She said it with such loathing it broke James' heart.

At the age of eleven, James met Lily and her family at King's Cross as he was boarding the train. Her red hair and green eyes caught his eye, but it was kindness and friendliness to other students that peeked his interest.

Upon introducing himself to Lily and her friends, James was met with rude comments from Severus Snape, which he returned. Lily didn't take too well to her best friend being insulted and she jumped to his defense. After their first encounter, Lily Evans had a strong dislike of James Potter. Over the following years, that dislike grew and grew.

Now that he had decided to move on from Evans, James needed to focus on other things. There wasn't another witch who had caught his eye. Upon his return to Hogwarts in January, James would pay more attention to the other female students. There had to be someone new for him.

In the meantime, James turned his attention to his schoolwork. He would rather go flying, but it was below freezing outside. Today was a good day to spend inside. Besides if he completed his schoolwork now then he would have more time to plan pranks when he returned to Hogwarts.

 

...

 

Apparently James didn't have to wait until his return to Hogwarts to look find someone new. While shopping in Diagon Alley, a few days later, James saw Saturn Black. He spotted her running up to the rooms above the pub in The Leaky Caldron.

A frown crossed his lips at the sight. A pub was no place for an underage witch or wizard to live. While James and Saturn were once close friends, they hadn't seen each other in years. Saturn was removed from Hogwarts by her parents before their third year. According to popular rumor, Saturn was betrothed to an older wizard who didn't want her to finish school.

Interest peeked, James decided to wait in pub. What was Saturn doing here? While he waited, James took a seat, facing the stairs, and he pulled over the day's copy of The Daily Prophet.

After an hour or so, Saturn deceased the stairs, allowing James a better look at his old friend. She had grown. James remembered Saturn as a short girl with pale skin, dark hair, and grey eyes. At the age of sixteen, Saturn had a tall and slender figure with pale skin, silky dark hair, and bright grey eyes. She dressed in second-hand robes.

At the sight of her, James stood up and he slowly approached his old friend. When Saturn caught sight of him, her eyes widened.

“Heir Potter,” she greeted with a bow of her friend.

James frowned. The Saturn he knew never called anyone by their titled, let alone a friend. “Heiress Black,” he said, returning the greeting.

Saturn flinched at the use of her title. “It's Miss Black,” she muttered, her eyes focused on the ground. It was important he knew the change in her title – in her status – so he would use the proper title.

His frown deepened as James debated what to ask. He wanted to know what happened or what changed because this wasn't the carefree, fun loving girl he remembered. Instead of asking a question, James settled on saying, “It's nice to see you, again.”

Saturn froze at the comment before she slowly lifted her head. Her grey eyes met his hazel eyes. That wasn't what she expected to hear. “You too,” she whispered, tears entering her eyes. Oh, how she missed James and Hogwarts.

“Do you want to grab some ice cream and catch up?” James asked, his face flushing. This was the first time he asked another girl other than Lily out.

Saturn bit her lip. “I can't,” she replied. “I have to get to work.”

James' curiosity interested. “Mind if I escort you?” he asked, offering her his arm.

With a blush, Saturn nodded and she accepted the offered arm.

“Where I am taking you?” he asked as they neared the brick wall.

“Rosa Lee Teabag,” she replied.

James knew that shop since his mother liked it. She enjoyed a pot of tea there every time she visited the Alley.

 

...

 

James returned to Diagon Alley everyday to visit Saturn, usually at Rosa Lee Teabag while she was working or after she got off work. It took a little work to reestablish their friendship. They avoid the topic of Saturn's current situation because James didn't know how to ask the question and he wasn't even sure if he should ask, meanwhile Saturn didn't want to talk about it.

The topic was came up when Narcissa Black spotted the pair together. She waited until James was alone before confronting him.

“What's your plow?” she demanded, the moment James dropped Saturn off at work. Her eyes were narrowed and she had her hands on her hips.

James started at her with narrowed eyes. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

“Don't play dumb with me, Potter!” Narcissa hissed, crowding into James' personal space. “What are you doing with Saturn?”

“Talking to her,” James replied, his tone a little hard. How was this any of her business?

“Leave her alone,” Narcissa demanded.

“How is this any of your business, Black?”

“It's not, anymore ,” she snapped, “not since Arcturus discovered she was a bastard.”

James' eyes widened as he felt his stomach drop. Being declared a bastard would explain a lot of Saturn's current situation: leaving Hogwarts, living at The Leaky Caldron, becoming Miss Saturn Black, and her job at Rosa Lee Teabag.

“But I make this my business,” Narcissa continued, “because Saturn's family – no matter what Arcturus says about it. Blacks stand by one another.”

Listening with half an ear, James' mind was whirling. If Saturn was branded as a bastard then she had until her seventeenth birthday to bond with someone. At seventeen, she would lose her family magic and she would slowly deteriorate without new family magic.

For someone like Saturn, who was the heiress of a Noble House, she would need marry into a family of an equal or higher status to maintain her magic. Since she was disinherited before her fifteenth birthday, one of the important magical inheritance birthdays, she would need a powerful source of magic.

Without even bothering to acknowledge Narcissa, James walked away. He had a plan, and he needed to act quickly. If he remembered correctly, Saturn's birthday was on the twenty-three of December, which was tomorrow .

 

Chapter Text

Fandoms: Harry Potter, and Pokémon
Pairing: pre-Gary Oak/Holly Elder
Warnings: alternate universe; het; and female!Harry Potter (Holly Elder)
Prompt: (Fandom) Pokémon featuring new Alola Pokémon

 


024. Meetings


 

The first time they met, he was thirteen and she was sixteen.

Gary Oak had recently arrived to the Sinnoh Region to study under Professor Rowan. Professor Rowan was a close friend and a mentor of his grandfather, Samuel Oak, and he was famous for researching Pokemon evolution.

After moving to Sandgem Town, Gary was eager to explore the Sinnoh Region. There were new Pokemon to study, and plenty to learn. Professor Rowan partnered Gary with a young researcher named Holly Elder. According to the professor, Elder was finishing her dissertation. She was interested in the adaptation of Pokemon, specifically the way Pokemon adapted to different environments.

On an overcast day in June, Gary met Holly Elder. She was taller than him at five foot five inches with slightly tanned skin, dark hair that she kept pulled back in a braid, and bright green eyes. She wore a pair blue skinny jeans with brown hiking boots and a white tank top underneath an orange vest, with an orange backpack. The orange vest had various pockets. Gary noticed a square shape in one pocket with a field notebook and black pen in another.

“You must be Gary Oak,” the young woman said with a smile. “I'm Holly Elder.” She held out her hand, “Pleased to meet you.”

Taking it, Gary offered the young woman a half-smile.

Dropping his hand, Holly retrieved the square shaped object from her left front pocket. She tapped a button, separating the object into two parts with a holographic screen forming in the middle. “I figured we could start in Oreburgh City,” she explained. “A few fossils were recently unearthed there.”

She tapped a few times on the holographic screen before angling it towards Gary. “They're were two distinct kinds – Skull Fossils and Armor Fossils. Skull Fossils are believed to have belonged to Cranidos.”

A gray, dinosaur-like Pokemon appeared on the holographic screen. It had a hooked beak, red irises, and a hard, blue, dome-shaped head with four spikes on the back off its head. There were three claws on each stubby arm. Each foot had three forwards claws and one backwards claw. It had a large spiky, blue pattern on its back with a short tail.

“Cranidos, the Head Butt Pokemon,” a computerized voice said. “Cranidos lived in the deep woods about one-hundred million years ago, and its cranium is as hard as steel.”

“Is that a Pokedex?” Gary asked, eyeing the sleek machine. Holly laughed as she nodded yes.

“Armor Fossils are believed to have belonged to Shieldon,” she continued.

The holographic screen showed a small, yellow ceratopsian-like reptile Pokemon. Shieldon had white toes and a white bump on its back. It had a dark-gray elliptical face with a prominent white rim around its eyes.

“Sheildon, the Shield Pokemon,” the Pokedex said. “The skin on its face is very hard, and it has a habit of polishing it by rubbing against trees.”

“How far is Oreburgh City?” Gary asked.

“Several days,” Holly replied with a shrug. “Jubilife City is about four days away, and Oreburgh is another four or so.”

Gary stared at the researcher, his mind whirling a bit. They were walking. The idea of walking from one place to another was a little foreign to Gary. Thanks to his hired chaperon, he drove everywhere in Kanto and in Johto.

With a sigh, he asked, “When do we leave?” This was a new adventure, and that meant trying new things.

“We can leave in an hour,” she smiled. “I needed to pack a few things, and grab my Pokemon from the Nurse Joy.”

 

Chapter Text

Fandoms: The Avengers, Harry Potter, and Iron Man
Pairing: pre-Thor/Haven Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; female!Harry Potter (Haven); het; de-aged!Loki; good!Loki; and reformed!Thor; and Odin's [horrible] parenting
Prompt: (Scenario) Thor meets female!Harry Potter while searching for his brother.

 


025. Family


 

 

“Who are you?” Haven Potter demanded, her green eyes. Her wand was grasped tightly in her hand as she stared at the uninvited visitor.

The unwanted visitor was tall, over six feet, with a muscular build, slightly tanned skin, and shoulder-length blonde hair. His eyes were narrowed as stared at her. “I am Prince Thor of Asgard,” he answered. “Where is my brother, Loki of Asgard?”

Haven's green eyes narrowed farther. There was no man by the title of Loki of Asgard, but she did have a son named Loki. “There is no one here by that name,” she stated. It was truthful since her son was named James Loki Potter and he went by Loki Potter.

The blonde's eyes tightened. “You lie,” the man said, as if stating a fact. “He was seen here.”

Haven tightened the grip on her wand. There was no way someone could see into her property. She had the best warding money could buy, and she strengthened the wards herself through Runes and Blood Magic. It was impossible for someone to see into her property.

“What does your brother look like?” she demanded, glaring at the man.

“He is tall with dark hair and green eyes,” the man replied, indicating the height with his hand, some around five foot and six inches tall.

“This Loki of yours doesn't sound familiar,” Haven said. He did. Haven had seen a man matching that description for all of two seconds before he started to shrink and de-age before her eyes. That man was no more. In his place was a six-year-old boy with dark hair, green eyes, dimples, and a love for learning. There was no way anyone was taking her son.

The man narrowed his blue eyes, staring at for a moment. “You don't speak the truth,” he stated.

Haven stood her ground, green eyes narrowed as stared back at the man. “Who are you?” she demanded, mentally kicking herself for not asking sooner.

After another exchanging, Thor left with a promise to return.

 

...

 

It took Thor a month to return. In that time, Haven waited a week for his reappearance, which never came. After another week, she felt it was safe.

They were playing outside, within the wards around Haven's large property when Thor made his appearance. Haven had stopped short when she saw Thor. He stood near the backdoor with his arms crossed.

“Prince Thor,” Haven greeted, her voice cold.

“Where is my brother?” Thor demanded, his eyes narrowed.

“As I told you last time,” Haven said, “there is no one here named Loki of Asgard.”

“He's here,” Thor stated, walking up to her. “He was seen here.”

“Whoever told you that is wrong,” she said. “There is no Loki of Asgard here.”

Thor stared at her, unconvinced.

“It's only me and my son, James,” Haven explained.

Sighing, Thor's shoulders slumped. “You have no idea where my brother is?” he asked, desperation in his tone.

“None,” Haven lied.

“Mummy, have you seen Gelato?” asked James Loki Potter as he ran around the corner.

Haven watched as Thor stared at her six-year-old son. His blue eyes widened in recognization.

“He's probably sleeping,” Haven told her son, turning to look at him. Gelato was four-month-old kitten, and he spent most of his time sleeping and eating.

Loki's green eyes widened at the sight of the visitor. He ducked behind his mom's legs, trying to hide for the tall man.

“T-that,” Thor stuttered, staring at the child hiding behind Haven.

“This is my son , James,” she stated, glaring at him.

Thor's blue eyes narrowed. “That's my brother ,” he stated. “I would know him anywhere.”

Loki peered around Haven's legs, staring at the strange man. He recognized the man from his dreams. “I don't want to leave,” he said, drawing the attention of his mom and the man.

No one is going to make you leave,” vowed Haven, running her hand through his dark hair.

Gathering his courage, Loki left the safety of his mom's side, walking across the yard to the man. Thor , his mind supplied him. His big brother, Thor .

“I like it here,” he said, looking up at the tall man. “Mummy's teaching me magic, and she doesn't care I spend all day reading or that I don't have any friends.”

Staring down into Loki's wide green eyes, Thor considered his brother's words. If he took Loki back to Asgard, Loki would be doomed to repeat his childhood, only he would be trapped even further in Thor's shadow. Looking at those green eyes, Thor couldn't detect anything other than innocence, child-like wonder, and endless dreams.

“Can I come visit?” Thor asked, kneeling down to eye-level with Loki.

Loki tilted his head to the right, staring at the man. He was sincere, and he didn't seem like he was going to take Loki away from his home. “Yeah,” he nodded, “as long as my mummy doesn't mind.”

Both Thor and Loki turned to look at Haven.

Haven glanced back and farther between the pair. While she wanted Thor around, she found it difficult to say no. Thor was his brother, and family was important. Haven had taught Loki as much. “It's fine,” she said, offering her son a smile.

 

Chapter Text

Fandoms: The Avengers, Harry Potter, and Iron Man
Pairing: pre-Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Harry Potter (Harrie); and mentions of child abuse
Prompt: Pepper Potts is the cousin of little Harry Potter.


026. Adoption


 

 

It was all Tony's fault. At least, it was easiest to blame it all one Tony.

Pepper Potts had left Malibu for two weeks to visit her mom and her stepfather in Florida. When she left, Pepper hired a new Personal Assistant for her boss, Tony, and she left JARVIS with specific instructions to call her if Tony did anything stupid.

Long story short, the new Personal Assistant only lasted four days before he quit. On the fifth day, Tony did something beyond stupid and JARVIS neglected to call her.

Apparently, Tony decided it was a good idea to adopt Pepper's five-year-old niece, Harrie Potter, from Pepper's horrible half-sister, Petunia, and her husband, Vernon. Tony handed over a large cheque in exchange for complete custody of Harrie – shared custody between himself and Pepper. The Dursleys happily signed all the paperwork in front of them.

Pepper didn't learn about the situation until she arrived to Tony's beach house on Monday morning, ready to removed Tony's bed-buddy from the property. Instead of finding a bimbo sleeping in Tony's bed, she found a five-year-old girl playing ball with Dummy in Tony's workshop.

“What's going here?” Pepper demanded as she entered the workshop with coffee and food for Tony.

“Good morning, Miss Potts,” JARVIS greeted her.

Tony glanced up from his computer screen. “Pepper,” he smiled.

“Who's this?” she demanded, pointing at the little girl.

“That's Miss Harrie,” JARVIS answered.

Pepper placed her hands on her hips. “Where did Harrie come from?” she demanded.

“Sir adopted Miss Harrie from Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,” JARVIS answered.

“Tony!” Pepper said, turning her attention to her boss. “Why did you adopt a child?”

“Because she needs a good home,” Tony replied, focused on his computer screen. “Your sister wasn't providing that.”

Pepper opened her mouth, then shut it as she thought about what he had said. “Which sister?” she asked. She had two half-sisters, Petunia and Lily. She hadn't seen either of them in years.

“Mrs. Petunia Dursley,” JARVIS answered. “She acquired custody of Miss Harrie after the death of Mrs. Lily Potter.”

Pepper's mouth fell open at the answer. Lily had dead. “W-when did Lily die?” she asked.

“Mrs. Lily died almost four years ago,” JARVIS replied. “She and James Potter were murdered on Halloween.”

Feeling lightheaded, Pepper took a seat, turning her attention to her niece. Despite the early hour, the little girl was happily giggling and playing with Tony's robot. She had dark hair and green eyes.

“Harrie,” Tony called, turning his attention away from the screen. “Can you come here?”

The little girl looked from her game. She smiled before walking over to Tony's side.

“Harrie, this is Pepper,” Tony said, motioning to the woman. “She's your new mom.”

Harrie looked between Tony and Pepper before offering Pepper a shy smile. “Hi,” she whispered before burying her face in Tony's pant leg.

“Hi,” Pepper said, returning the smile.

Harrie peaked over at Pepper for a few seconds before she ran back to the corner where Dummy was waiting with the ball in claw.

“Why did you take her?” Pepper asked, moving closer to Tony. She glanced over at Harrie, again. The little girl was obviously to the conversation taking place between the two adults.

Tony sighed, turning away from his work. “They were abusing her,” he answered with a frown.

“What?” Pepper asked, trying to picture Petunia – sweet little Tunie – abusing the only child of Lily – brave Lily.

“JARVIS, play the footage,” Tony ordered, keeping his eyes locked on Pepper.

On the screen behind Tony, Pepper watched as Vernon and Petunia entered the lobby of the main Stark Industries building. There were two children with them, a large boy and a small girl dressed in large clothes. The screen froze on the image on Harrie before zooming in on her shoulder, where the large shirt had slipped and revealed a large hand-sized bruise.

Pepper watched the footage. Tears entered her eyes as she tried to picture Petunia and her large husband, Vernon, abusing the small little girl. It was something she couldn't understand.

“After confirming she was your niece,” Tony explained, “I paid them half a million dollars to sign over custody to us.”

“Us?” Pepper repeated with a raised eyebrow.

“Sir is her new father and you're her new mother,” JARVIS answered.

 

Chapter Text

Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire, Game of Thrones, and Harry Potter
Pairing: Robert Baratheon/Helaena Stone
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Harry Potter (Helaena); and reincarnated!Harry Potter
Prompt: (Fandom) A Song of Ice and Fire


027. Strength in Honor


 

Helaene Stone was the bastard daughter of Alys Arryn and King Aerys II Targaryen. Alys served as one of the king's mistress for a year and a half – around the time of the queen's miscarriages in 263 and 264 AC. Aerys sent Alys away when he heard of pregnancy, declaring her bastard was no child of his.

Under the seventh full moon of the year, Alys died after giving birth to a silver blonde haired girl. Alys lived long enough to name her new daughter Helaena. After a moon's turn, the young babe's eyes settled on indigo in color. There was little doubt this babe was a Targaryen – a bastard Targaryen.

Helaena was raised by her Uncle Jon. While it was no secret she was a bastard, there were whispers among the Vassal House Lords that Jon would have his niece legalized and she would become the Heir of the Eyrie. Some of those Lords were offering their sons as a match for Helaena.

For eleven years, Helaena grew up in the Eyrie before King Aerys II summoned his daughter to King's Landing.

 

...

 

From a young age, Helaena was aware off her past identity. Helaena was reincarnated. In her last life, she was Hariel Jane Potter, the Girl-Who-Lived and the Woman-Who-Won. She fought and won a war against The Dark Lord Voldemort.

Since she retained her memories and magic from her last life, Helaena was rather intelligent. At a young age, she started reading through the numerous books in the library. She learned everything she could about this new world she called home, starting with Ser Artys Arryn when he defeated the Griffin King, the last of the First Men of the Mountain Kings. Afterwards, Ser Artys took the Eyrie and he became the first King of Mountain and Vale.

The Arryns ruled as the Kings of the Mountain and Vale until the Targaryen and their armies came in the War of Conquest. While the Arryns and their army were able to repulsed the Targaryen invasions, they bent the knee in the end.

After learning the history of the Vale, Helaena learned about the rest of the Seven Kingdoms – the North, the Reach, the Stormlands, the Riverlands, the Westerlands, Dorne, the Iron Islands, and the Crownlands.

In between her reading, Helaena made a point to work on her magic. While she maintained her magical abilities, she had to train to restore her abilities. She started off by channelling her accidental magic to move objects. Once she gained some level of control over her accidental magic, Helaena started using wandless magic by using the incantations.

 

...

 

Turning to look at her dress, Helaena Stone frowned at the colors – red and black. These were the colors of her “House” – if one could call it that. With a sigh, Helaena turned her attention to her new room. She didn't want to be here.

She wanted nothing to do with Red Keep, King's Landing, and the Royal Family. All Helaena wanted was to return home – home to The Eyrie with her Uncle Jon Arryn and the Knights of the Vale. It was first home Helaena found – in this world. Just before she left, Uncle Jon had acquired two wards, Robert Baratheon of Storm's End and Eddard Stark of Winterfell. In the short time they spent together, Helaena felt as though she was making friends.

A knock on her door pulled Helaena from her thoughts. She eyed the door, trying to decide if she wanted to answer it or pretend to be a sleep. There was a strong temptation to ignore the knocking, but Helaena knew better. Uncle Jon had raised her so. She owned it to Uncle Jon and The Eyrie to behave. No matter what these people said, she was an Arryn. As High as Honor were the words taught to her at a young age.

With another sigh, Helaena forced herself to her feet and she crossed the room to open the door.

“Your Grace,” Helaena greeted, pulling herself into a clumsy curtsy. Off all the people, she hadn't excepted the queen to knock on her door.

“Helaena,” Queen Rhaella Targaryen greeted with a smile.

Helaena forced herself to return the smile, feeling strange. Why was the queen here? Surely, she had more important things to do than socialize with the bastard daughter of her husband.

Without asking permission, the queen forced herself into Helaena's room. She looked over the room, taking in the white and blue decorations around the room.

“How are you settling in?” the queen asked, turning her violet eyes to Helaena.

“Well enough, Your Grace,” Helaena lied. She had only started unpacking, despite moving in several days ago.

The queen said nothing as she stared at the young girl.

Helaena found herself fidgeting under the queen's gaze. “Can I help you, Your Grace?” she asked.

A frown crossed the queen's face as her violet eyes continued to wonder over her husband's bastard daughter. “I merely wanted to see you,” the queen stated.

“Why?” Helaena found herself asking before she could stop herself. A dark blush covered her cheeks after the word left her mouth. “Sorry, Your Grace,” she mumbled in apology, bowing her head. The silvery blonde covering her face as she tried to hide herself from the queen.

“I was curious,” the queen answered.

Helaena said nothing as she peered at the queen through her silvery hair. What was the queen curious about? As far as Helaena knew, she posed no threat to the throne since she would never inherit the Iron Throne as a bastard daughter.

A few seconds later, the queen left, leaving Helaena feeling confused.

 

...

 

Over the next few years, Helaena learned to adjust to life at court. While several of the noble women looked down on Helaena for being a bastard, most of them learned to hold their tongues.

Rhaegar Targaryen didn't let anyone look down upon his half-sister in his presence. He didn't fault his half-sister for being born a bastard. It wasn't her fault their father was horrible. Aerys cheated on Rhaella of his own free will. When they were younger, Rhaegar and Helaena were close. Both had a love of reading and songs. While Helaena had no talent with singing or playing an instrument, she was always eager to listen to her half-brother play the harp. After Rhaegar turned six and ten, they started to grow apart as he grew obsessed prophecies.

Even Queen Rhaella was fond of her husband's bastard – she had taken a strong liking to the girl.

During her life at court, Helaena witnessed King Aerys burn men, women, and children alive for various crimes, most of which were minor crimes. In between burnings, the king divided his time between ranting about dragons and finding a suitable wife for Rhaegar. Helaena wasn't considered a worthy match.

In the end, King Aerys selected Princess Elia Martell of Dorne to marry his son. It was a big celebration, and every Paramount family sent a few members. Helaena was pleased to see her Uncle Jon. With him were several Vassal Lord, and his two wards, Robert and Eddard. During the celebrations, Helaena had the privilege to meet Lady Lyanna Stark of Winterfell, the younger sister of Eddard and the newly betrothed of Robert.

 

...

 

The marriage between Rhaegar and Elia lasted a few years. Their union produced two children, Rhaenys and Aegon. Princess Elia died from childbed fever a few days after the birth of Prince Aegon. It seemed that the only people to mourn the loss were Rhaenys, Queen Rhaella, and Helaena.

Within six moons, Prince Rhaegar announced his new marriage to Lady Lyanna. This was a union that wasn't blessed or approved off by either King Aerys II or Lord Rickon of Winterfell.

In order to appease the Stormlands and Robert Baratheon, King Aerys offered his bastard daughter as a wife. She would be legalized as Helaena Targaryen on their wedding day.

 

...

 

On her wedding day, Helaena Targaryen wore a traditional Targaryen maiden cloak as she walked towards Robert Baratheon. Their wedding was taking place in the Great Sept of Baelor, under the orders of King Aerys II.

As she walked, Helaena held her head high. While she cursed Rhaegar for dooming her to this marriage, she headed into with honor – the honor installed in her by her Uncle Jon.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandoms: Harry Potter, and Twilight
Relationship: Familial - Andromeda Black Tonks and Cassie Black (OFC)
Pairing: Charlie Swan/Cassie Black (OFC)
Warnings: alternate universe; original characters; and mentions of female!Harry Potter (Hayley)
Prompt: (Fandom) Twilight


028. Darkest at Midnight


 

Stopping the rental car, Andromeda Tonks double checked the directions and the address against the address on the house. She glanced back and forth between the house numbers and the paper a few times. Once she was positive she had the correct address, Andromeda shifted the car into park.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled the keys out of the ignition. She started at the house for a moment before she opened the door. Stepping out, Andromeda surveyed the house. It was hard to believe a member of the House of Black lived here.

The place was a simple two story house with a basement. It was painted a dark gray with white trim and white shutters. The landscaping was simple with a few rosebushes and some potted flowers, providing pops of color to the house. From the outside, the house appeared to be rather basic, nothing spectacular. It was a simple muggle house in a small muggle town.

Taking a deep breath, Andromeda closed the car door before walking towards the house. Given who lived in the house, it made sense it was in a muggle town, though it didn't explain why the house was so plain and simple looking. There was nothing elegant or spectacular, like members of the House of Black were known for.

Stepping onto the porch, Andromeda reached out and rang the doorbell. She tried to wait patiently for someone to answer the door, but she was a bundle of nerves. The only reason she was here was because Sirius Black had sent her when he learned the existence of Bellatrix Lestrange's illegitimate daughter.

A moment later, the door opened.

“Can I help you?” asked a man with narrowed brown eyes. he was in his thirties with curly brown hair and a matching mustache. He stood tall, around six foot, with an average build.

“I'm here to see Cassiopeia,” Andromeda answered, studying the muggle. She was aware her niece was seeing a muggle, but she hadn't expected the man to be this old or for them to be living together.

He stared at Andromeda with narrowed brown eyes. “Do you mean Cassie?” he asked.

“I prefer to use her given name,” Andromeda replied. It seemed that her niece disliked her name, a trait shared with Andromeda's own daughter. “Could you please inform her that her Aunt Andromeda is here?”

The man's eyes widened a little. He opened the door a little wider before taking a step back, inviting Andromeda inside the house.

Offering the man a small smile, Andromeda stepped inside.

The interior of the house was spacious with an open floor plan. There were running hardwoods through the main floor, which were stained a dark, rich brown. The first room was painted a soft blue color. Along the walls, there were dozens of frames photographs.

The man walked off, headed towards the back of the house as Andromeda admired the photographs.

There were several pictures of Cassiopeia growing up. Andromeda recognized a few of her niece's foster parents, Albert and Bertha Anderson. Albert was Ted's muggle cousin, but they were close friends. When she was trying to hide Cassiopeia, Andromeda knew the Andersons' would love and care for her like their own child.

Additionally, there were some photographs of Cassiopeia and the man from earlier. There were some of Cassiopeia with Nymphadora, Ted, and herself. There were a few of the man with a young girl, who looked like his daughter.

A few moments later, a dark haired female with grey eyes came into view. She smiled at the sight of her aunt as she waddled her way to the older woman.

Andromeda's eyes narrowed as she took in the sight of her pregnant niece. Despite living in the muggle world, Andromeda had trouble adjusting to the social norms, such as pregnancy outside of wedlock. She was raised as a member of the House of Black and a pure-blood young woman. While some couples engaged in premarital sex, it was discreet. The action itself was frowned upon.

“Auntie!” greeted Cassiopeia as she neared her aunt. She held her arms out with a large smile.

Andromeda smiled softly as she hugged her niece. It was a little awkward with her niece's belly in the way. Andromeda was happy to see the young woman.

Cassiopeia stepped back and she walked towards a nearby couch. She sat down before placing her feet on the coffee table. With a smile, she padded the spot next to her, inviting her aunt to sit down.

Andromeda took the offered seat with a smile.

“It's good to see you,” Cassiopeia said with a large smile. “I wasn't planning to invite you over until the renovations were done.”

“It's a lovely house,” Andromeda commented. While it was a little plain for her tastes, Andromeda could tell Cassiopeia was working hard on designing it.

Cassiopeia's smile widened with the praise. “Charlie wanted to give me my dream home,” she said, rubbing her belly. “We're hoping everything will be done in time.”

“How far along as you?” Andromeda asked, staring at her niece's stomach.

“Almost seven months,” Cassiopeia replied with a smile. “We're excited.”

“Any ideas on names?” Andromeda asked, curious. She hoped that Cassiopeia would continue with the Black family tradition.

“A few,” the pregnant woman answered. “My favorites are Lyra and Venus for a girl, and Leo and Mars for a boy.”

Andromeda returned her niece's smile.

“What do you want?” Cassiopeia asked. “I know this isn't a social visit because you usually call ahead and arrange it.”

Andromeda's smile faded a little. “We have a new head of family,” she explained. When Arcturus Black was the head of the family, he didn't care about the family members, only the family's assets.

Cassiopeia bit her lip as she nodded. She knew this day would come.

“It's Sirius Black,” Andromeda continued to explain. “He saw the Tapestry.”

“What was his reaction?” Cassiopeia asked, her voice a little cold. While she was a Black, she had never had much to do with the family. She was the family's hidden secret. The squib born to Bellatrix Lestrange and Tom Riddle.

“Curious,” Andromeda answered. “He knew you were Bellatrix's bastard.” Hence the reason she had the Black for a last name. A bastard was given the mother's maiden name. “His curiosity only grew when he learned more about you.”

“What does he want?” she asked, a mixture of nerves and curiosity.

A smirk crossed Andromeda's lips. “To welcome you into the family,” she answered, pulling a letter from her pocket. “Officially, you are named his Heir.”

A frown crossed Cassiopeia's lips as she took the letter. “I thought pure-blood families were ashamed of squibs,” she said, confused.

“Sirius is rebellious,” Andromeda explained. “He cares about family and he wants to fix our image, but he doesn't care about the traditions and legacies.”

Cassiopeia nodded, turning the letter over in her hands.

“This is from Narcissa,” Andromeda said, holding out another letter.

Cassiopeia took it with a smile.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Rosalind Black
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Regulus Black (Rosalind); and reincarnated!Regulus Black
Prompt: (Character) Regulus Black

 


 029. Promises


 

 

All Regulus Black knew was thirst. He was so very thirsty. He couldn't remember such a time he had ever felt so thirty. All he could think about was how thirsty he was, and how much he wanted that water. There was plenty of water surrounding the island he was on. But there was some reason why he wasn't drinking the water.

Why wasn't Regulus drinking the water?

He eyes the body of water, trying to remember. However all he could remember was how thirsty he was.

As he crawled towards the edge of the island, all he could about was the water and how much he wanted the water. When he neared the edge, he hesitated. There was a reason he wasn't supposed to drink this water, and he couldn't remember why.

But he was so thirsty.

Whatever the reason, it was very important that he didn't drink the water.

His attention was quickly diverted to the water. Reaching out, he dipped his hand into the water, running his fingertips over the top of it. Withdrawing his hand, he cupped his hands together before dipping them into the water. As Regulus withdrew them, a hand reached out and dropped ahold of him.

 

...

 

The last thing Regulus excepted when he died was to open his eyes and find himself face to face with his brother. Sirius' expression was gentle and loving looking as he ran a finger over Regulus' cheek. A few seconds later, Sirius pulled his hand.

“Is this her?” asked James Potter as he appeared over Sirius' shoulder.

“Yeah,” Sirius replied, his voice thick with emotion, “this is Rosalind.”

“Rosalind?” James repeated, glancing over at his best friend.

Sirius nodded as he started rocking his arms. “Marlene loved Shakespeare,” he explained, “and Rosalind keeps to the Black family tradition.”

James nodded. “What's her full name?”

“Rosalind Marlene Black,” Sirius answered with a sad smile.

“She's gorgeous,” James stated. “Too bad Marlene will never get to see.”

A solemn look settled on Sirius' face. “At least I have Rosalind,” he whispered, his eyes dropping down onto his newborn daughter.

Against his will, Regulus was to doze off. It would appear though he had been reincarnated – as his own niece. This was going to take a lot of getting used to.

 

...

 

On the thirty-first of July, James and Sirius decided to celebrate the birth of Hadrian James Potter with several bottles of firewhiskey while Lily and Harry were in the hospital. The mother and the newborn were due home the next morning.

“I have the greatest idea!” announced Sirius in a slurring tone, finishing his bottle of firewhiskey.

“What?” James asked, sounding equally drunk.

“We should betroth our children!” Sirius stated, opening a second bottle of firewhiskey.

James thought for a moment. “That's a great idea!” he agreed. “We should.”

“We should what?” Sirius asked, turning to look at his friend.

“We should betroth Harry and Rosie,” James said.

“That's a great idea!” cheered Sirius with a grin. “We should do it now.”

“Okay,” James said, “I'll find some parchment.”

The two drunk best friends quickly got to work writing a betrothal contract for their children.

 

...

 

Things didn't turn out the way James and Sirius planned. On Halloween, James and Lily were murdered by Lord Voldemort, and Harry was pronounced to be The Boy-Who-Lived for surviving the Killing Curse and defeating Voldemort. A few days later found Sirius thrown into Azkaban for murdering over a dozen muggles and Peter Pettigrew, and his betrayal of the Potters.

As a result, the newly orphaned Harry Potter was placed in the care of his maternal aunt, Petunia. Petunia was married to Vernon Dursley, and together they had a son named Dudley. The Dursley couple was obsessed with being normal. They lived in the small suburb of Surrey called Privet Drive with two cars. Vernon was employed at a large company while Petunia remained at home to care for Dudley and look over the house.

Meanwhile, young Rosalind was placed in the custody of the Ministry of Magic. They didn't know what to do with her since her father was in prison and her mother was dead. Her maternal family was, also, dead, murdered by Death Eaters. Rosalind's maternal grandmother, Walburga Black, wanted nothing to do with the bastard spawn of her horrible son. In the end, Rosalind was taken in by Arcturus Black, her paternal great-grandfather.

 

...

 

When Rosalind turned eleven, her Great-Grandfather Arcturus sat her down and he told her about the marriage contract between her and Harry Potter, created by their fathers. Rosalind found the idea to be rather funny, but she accepted her fate. After all, she would only marriage Harry after she destroyed the Dark Lord's horcrux – and when she found out whether or not he had more than one.

Rosalind was interested in meeting Harry Potter. No one knew where he was – except for Albus Dumbledore and, possibly, a few individual closest to Dumbledore. For the time being, Rosalind would have to wait to meet Harry at Hogwarts.

That day also brought the arrival of her Hogwarts acceptance letter.

 

...

 

It took a few weeks before Great-Grandfather Arcturus and Great-Great-Aunt Cassiopeia were able to escort her to Diagon Alley. Armed with her supplies list, Rosalind was forced to wait in the lobby of Gringotts while her relatives retrieved the money. Rosalind rarely went down to the vault since she tended to get violently ill on the ride down and back.

While she was waiting in the lobby, Rosalind was people watching. Her eyes widened when she recognized a head of messy hair. It was the Potter hairstyle on a boy around her age. The boy with the messy hair had pale skin, green eyes, large glasses, and he wore oversized clothes. That had to be Harry Potter.

A frown crossed Rosalind's face as she mentally compared Harry to his father, James. At the age of eleven, James was tall with a slightly larger build, meanwhile Harry was short and scrawny in comparison.

The boy was in the company of Rubeus Hagrid, the Groundskeeper at Hogwarts. Rosalind had a few fond memories of Hagrid. He was kind and he had a vast knowledge of magical creatures. Hagrid was kind to everyone, ignoring their house. Rosalind had a feeling that Hagrid wouldn't treat her as warmly this time around since she was the daughter of a traitor.

Squaring her shoulders, Rosalind approached the pair.

At the sight of her, Hagrid tensed a little.

“Hello, Heir Potter,” she greeted with a curtsy.

Harry's green eyes widened, and he glanced at the half-giant.

Rosalind's eyes narrowed. It would appear as thought Harry didn't know much about the Wizarding World or pure-blood culture. Someone was neglecting their duties as Harry's guardian.

After a moment, Harry turned and offered Rosalind a smile. “Hello,” he said, “who are you?”

“I'm Heiress Rosalind Black,” she answered.

A moment later, Arcturus and Cassiopeia were returning to the lobby. Arcturus quickly spotted where his great-granddaughter was and who she was talking to. As quickly as he could, Arcturus strolled over to her side with Cassiopeia a few steps behind him.

“Hello, Hagrid,” Arcturus greeted when he was close enough.

“Lord Black,” Hagrid said, his tone a little cold. While the Blacks weren't his favorite family, he did trust them despite the number of Death Eaters the family produce. There were a few good Blacks, like Dorea Black and Regulus Black. Arcturus and Cassiopeia were among the decent Blacks, even if Hagrid wasn't fond of them himself.

He looked between the three Blacks and Harry before he turned to talk quietly with the boy. Harry nodded to whatever the half-giant was saying.

Turning back to the three Blacks, Hagrid spoke, “I know what ye'r after. Here's hi' money.” He handed over a pooch to Arcturus. “I'll b' seein' ya at Hogwarts, Harry.”

Harry nodded, offering a small smile.

“Harry, these is my Great-Grandfather Lord Arcturus Black,” Rosalind introduced, “and this is my Great-Great-Aunt Cassiopeia Black.”

“Hello,” Harry said, shyly.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter and White Collar
Pairing: Neal Caffrey/Hattie Winters
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Harry Potter (Hattie Winters); and Mozzie's real name
Prompt: (Word) Thief


030. Catch Me, If You Can


 

 

There were every few things Mozzie was protective about in his life. The top of the list was his niece – the only child of his brother. While Mozzie was fond of Neal Caffrey, he didn't like the way he was eyeing his niece – and to make matters worse, Hattie was eyeing him back. Mozzie didn't know how to deal with this.

He wasn't ready to face the reality of his niece liking someone – let alone dating. In the ten years they had together, Hattie had never expressed an interest in another man – or woman, Mozzie was open-minded.

Mozzie's eyes narrowed as he watched Neal lean in close to Hattie, whispering something in her ear that had the young woman blushing and nodding her head. Neal smiled, tucking a piece of dark hair behind her ear.

While he didn't like – not one bit – Mozzie wasn't going to interfere. He had never seen that look in Hattie's jade eyes before and she had a mixture of emotions – happy, nervous, excited, anxious, shy, fear, and lust.

Turning his attention away from the pair, Mozzie shuttered. He had no interest in knowing that much about his niece and Neal. Mozzie turned his attention to something else, trying to ignore his empath abilities. His empath abilities were the limit of Mozzie's magic since he was a squib with very little magic.

 

...

 

Originally, Mozzie was born Theodorus Fleamont Potter. He was the only son of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter. Everything was great. He had loving parents.

But everything changed when Mozzie turned three. His parents were concerned since he hadn't shown any signs of magic. So, they took him to Saint Mungo's Hospital, where their family healer discovered he was squib. Things changed dramatically after that. Fleamont and Euphemia went from loving parents to cold and distant overnight.

As cruel as it sounded, Mozzie became their dirty little secret. A squib born into the Potter family – the first one in several centuries. While Fleamont and Euphemia loved their son, they couldn't handle the shame of having a squib in the family. After a long conversation, they decided to stage the death of Theodorus Potter before leaving Theodore Winters at a muggle orphanage. Fleamont and Euphemia convinced themselves it was for the best because they wouldn't have to tell anyone about Theodorus – and they could protect the memory of their beloved son – and Theodorus would be able to have a normal, muggle life.

Four months after learning Theodorus was a squib, everything was prepared. Fleamont and Euphemia were taking their son on a family vacation to the United States. They left their son at an orphanage in Detroit under the name Theodore Winters – which was Euphemia's maiden name – before heading to Los Angeles where they tragically “lost” their son in the ocean. With heavy hearts, Fleamont and Euphemia returned to England to carry on with their lives. Within a year, they had a new son, James Charles Potter.

Despite the bitterness he felt for Fleamont and Euphemia, Mozzie kept himself informed about their lives. He was thrilled to learn he had a younger brother. While they never met, Mozzie did love his brother. Through James, Mozzie got Lily and Henrietta added to his small family.

A few days after Fleamont and Euphemia died, Mozzie sent a long letter to his little brother. James wrote back within a month. The pair exchanged letters once or twice a month until James' death at the hands of Lord Voldemort.

After his brother's death, Mozzie headed back to England for the first time in over two decades. He had to find his niece – his only family left – and he had to investigate the “death” of Lord Voldemort. Despite what the newspapers reported and what the government claimed, Mozzie didn't believe his niece killed the man. It was simply impossible for a fifteen-month-old girl to a kill a dark wizard as old and experienced as Lord Voldemort.

Deciding to focus on Lord Voldemort, Mozzie started by investigating the man's past. There wasn't much available, but Mozzie knew a good place to start – the man's wand. Lord Voldemort was known for using a yew wand, and yew wands were uncommon in Magical Britain. Armed with a copy of the wan registry – courteous of the Ministry of Magic through a bribed employee – Mozzie got to work.

He tracked down every person – and the records on each person – until there was only one name left: Tom Marvolo Riddle. Riddle attended Hogwarts, where he was Sorted into Slytherin and he was a model student with glowing praise from professors and students alike. In fact, some of his fellow Slytherins claimed Riddle was their Heir of Slytherin – which Mozzie investigate. For such a promising student, Mozzie was surprised to learn Riddle took a job as a shop assistant for Borgin and Burkes.

Riddle worked at the shop for a few years before he quit. He quit after the death of Hepzibah Smith, a wealthy customer who was killed by her house-elf when Hokey put poison in her mistress' tea. At the time of her death, Caractacus Burke was attempting to buy back an antique he sold her years before – the Locket of Salazar Slytherin.

Looking into the records of Smith, he found her family claimed a few things were stolen – both the locket and the family heirloom Cup of Helga Hufflepuff. There was little doubt in Mozzie's mind that Riddle killed Smith, framed her house-elf for the crime, in order to steal both the locket and the cup.

Interacted in Riddle's claims of being the Heir of Salazar Slytherin, Mozzie turned his attention to Riddle's past and the descends of Slytherin. Riddle grew up in Wool's Orphanage – a muggle orphanage located in London. According to the vague records, Riddle's mother, Merope Riddle, died after naming him – Tom Riddle for his father and Marvolo for her father.

Armed with the names Merope and Marvolo, Mozzie scoured the descends of Slytherin. He found one family: the Gaunts from Little Hangleton. The family consisted of Marvolo and his two children, Morfin and Merope. Both Marvolo and Morfin sent time in Azkaban – Marvolo for assaulting Bob Ogden, a Ministry employee, and Morfin for using magic on muggles and assaulting Ministry employees.

With the trail transcripts and notes, Mozzie hit the jackpot. Morfin had one favorite muggle: Tom Riddle, Senior. The reason Morfin was fixated on Tom Riddle, Senior, was because of his sister's crush on the man.

While Marvolo and Morfin were in Azkaban, Merope married and ran off with Tom Riddle, Senior. They weren't together long before Tom Riddle, Senior, returned home to his parents, Thomas and Mary Riddle.

In the summer of 1943, when Riddle was fifteen, Morfin was charged and sentenced to life in Azkaban for the murders of the Riddle family – Thomas, Mary, and Tom Senior. One thing Mozzie noted the records was Morfin laminating about the loss of his family's signet ring. At September, Riddle wore a new ring, which he claimed was a family heirloom connected to Salazar Slytherin.

Anyways, after Riddle left the employment of Borgin and Burkes, there were no records. Riddle was listed as dead in 1950 – one year after his disappearance. That same year, Lord Voldemort began his rise to power.

After all of his searching, Mozzie was convinced Tom Marvolo Riddle and Lord Voldemort were the same person. In fact, he became certain when he found Tom Marvolo Riddle was an anagram for I am Lord Voldemort .

With his research on Voldemort done, Mozzie turned his attention to immortality. It took him two years to find a promising lead: horcrux. Mozzie was willing to bet the trophies – the ring, the locket, and the cup – were turned into horcruxes, meaning Voldemort had three, at least.

Mozzie sent his findings to Amelia Bones of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. While Mozzie didn't trust the corrupt Ministry, he was willing to trust a few of the employees, including Bones. She was against Lord Voldemort and she was opening to capturing Death Eaters, but she believed in the use of force when necessary.

With his research complete, Mozzie was ready to turn his attention to searching for his niece. He decided to focus on Voldemort for her safety because he knew his niece had a target on her back. Lord Voldemort and his followers wanted her dead while the rest of the Wizarding World saw her as their Savior. Mozzie didn't want anyone of them to get their hands on her.

After learning Sirius Black was imprisoned for killing thirteen people – Peter Pettigrew and twelve muggles – and betraying the Potters to Voldemort, Mozzie focused his search in the muggle world, starting with Lily's family. Mozzie knew next to nothing about Lily's family. He only knew her maiden name, Evans.

It took Mozzie several months to find records on the current Lily Evans, born on the thirtieth of January of 1970. This Lily Evans was born to Forest and Dorothy Evans in Cokeworth, Midlands. The couple had another daughter, Petunia, born on the thirteenth of October of 1965. Forest and Dorothy died in a car accident in 1989 when Lily was nineteen – a few months after she married James.

Mozzie focused his attention on Petunia Evans, though she was now Petunia Dursley. She was married to Vernon, a drill salesman for Gunning's, and the mother of Dudley, who had just entered primary school. Together, they lived in a small suburb of Little Whinging, Surrey, called Privet Drive. In all the records he found, Mozzie found no mention of his niece.

Interested in the family, Mozzie decided to spy on them. He sent four days watching them from the comfort of Number Three, located next door. The owners of Number Three were away on vacation. On the fifth day, Mozzie spotted a young girl with dark hair tending to the plants in the backyard of Number Four.

At the sight of her, Mozzie knew that was his niece. He was enraged. She wore large clothes that were several sizes too big, and she was tiny, barely looking like she was five. After seeing Henrietta, Mozzie got to work on devising a plan to steal her. While the Dursleys wouldn't care, Albus Dumbledore would. During his stay, Mozzie noticed Arabella Figg kept an annoyingly close eye on Number Four, and Mozzie knew a knealzer when he saw one.

 

...

 

Unfortunately, Mozzie was forced keep Henrietta with her horrible relatives until she was eleven. He would take her when she left for Hogwarts. She disappear at King's Cross Station before boarding the Hogwarts Express.

In order to keep an eye on his niece, Mozzie bought Number Five. While he hated the idea of living in a suburb and leaving New York City, he was determined to take care of Henrietta. After buying the house, he bullied Vernon and Petunia into being nicer to Henrietta. While she remained in Number Four, Mozzie took over caring for her. He paid for her to attend a private primary school that would provide her with a good education.

Outside of school, Mozzie paid for several activities, including gymnastics and karate. With Henrietta's small size and speed, she would make an excellent thief. All she needed was the training, which Mozzie was providing in the form of gymnastics, acting, painting, and computer lessons. With the lessons and Mozzie's influence Hattie would have the skills of a thief, a grifter, a forger, and a hacker while knowing how to defend herself.

 

...

 

On the first of September, Mozzie put his house up for sell before he headed to London. He didn't care what the house sold for as long as it sold fast. From London, Teddy and Hattie Winters departed for New York City.

In New York City, Hattie attended muggle school during the day and she had magical lessons at night and over the weekend. She continued with gymnastics. Over the next seven years, Mozzie continued to oversee her education as informed individual, a witch, and a thief. Once she discovered Mozzie's plans, Hattie left their apartment for a week before returning. While she was interested in helping Mozzie, they were going to target people who deserved to be robbed and they would help the people their mark had hurt.

Hattie started stealing by helping Mozzie pickpocket businessmen around the city. Slowly, her jobs increased until she was helping Mozzie stealing jewels, paintings, and money.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Felix Delacour/Honorine Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Harry Potter (Honorine); male!Fleur Delacour (Felix); and Cedric Diggory is mean
Prompts: (AU) Genderbent / Rule 63; (Pairing) Harry/Fleur

 


031. Rebellious


 

 

Her hands clenched into fits as she watched the flame of the Goblet of Fire flare up again. This marked the fourth time tonight. This meant there was a fourth champion. At the sight of those flames, the hall grew silent.

All week, Honorine Potter had a feeling this would happen. Taking a deep breath, she waited for Headmaster Dumbledore to retrieve the piece of paper and read the name aloud. She had a feeling she knew whose name it would be – it would be hers.

“Honorine Potter,” the headmaster read, his voice echoing in the quiet Great Hall.

Whispers broke out as the students started talking.

Taking a deep breath, Honorine crossed her arms. She wasn't getting up, and no one could make her.

Next to her, Hermione Granger started to pushing her friend. “Go,” she hissed.

“No,” Honorine snapped, glaring at her friend, “because I didn't enter.”

“That doesn't matter,” Hermione whispered. “The sooner you get up, the sooner this will be over.”

“And sooner I will get to compete in a deadly tournament,” Honorine whispered. “As long as I don't accept the parchment, I'm not entered.”

From the moment Dumbledore had announced the Triwizard Tournament, she had started researching the tournament and magical contracts. Just because the Goblet of Fire selected her name, it didn't mean she had to compete. By accepting the parchment – the very one the Goblet selected – Honorine entered into a magically binding contract that would force her to compete. She had twenty-four hours to accept the parchment before the Goblet would selected a replacement.

“If you're sure,” Hermione whispered, glancing at their housemates. Most of them were staring at Honorine.

Leaning forward, Honorine placed her elbows on the table. Her green eyes were narrowed, and her hands were curled into fists.

“Miss Potter,” called Professor McGonagall as she walked towards her student, “come with me.”

Lips twisting into a scowl, Honorine wordlessly got up from the table and she followed her Head of House. It would be useless to argue with the woman.

Professor McGonagall led Honorine up to the headmaster, where the man offered Honorine the piece of parchment.

“I'm not accepting that,” Honorine stated, shoving her hands into her pockets.

Dumbledore sighed before motioning Honorine towards the door where the other champions left.

With a glare, Honorine walked off to the door. She entered the room with a scowl, keeping her hands in her pockets.

“Potter?” Cedric Diggory said, a moment after she entered. He looked at the fourth-year student with narrowed gray eyes. “What are you doing in here?”

“I don't know,” Honorine replied, glaring at the Hufflepuff.

Behind Diggory, the other two champions were watching the exchanging. Neither Viktor Krum or Felix Delacour were sure how to act.

“Why are you here?” Diggory asked. His gray eyes narrowed further. This was his year – this year was about Hufflepuff. Eager for the spotlight and the attention, Potter couldn't let anyone else have attention.

“I don't know,” she repeated.

“Did you enter?” Diggory demanded.

“No, I didn't,” Honorine answered, “but someone else entered my name.”

“Who entered your name?” Felix Delacour asked, glancing between the pair of Hogwarts students.

“No idea,” Honorine replied, fighting the urge to blush. Delacour was handsome with his long, silvery blonde hair, and those dark blue eyes. He was tall with slim build and pale skin.

Diggory scowled. “She entered herself,” he stated.

“Why would I?” Honorine demanded, whirling around to look at the Hufflepuff.

“She has a point,” Viktor Krum said in agreement. “She is famous.”

“And I have no interest in the money,” she added. Glancing over at the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang champions, she decided to walk over to join them. At least they were pleasant.

Diggory glared at her as he reached into his pocket to withdraw his wand. He shot a wordless Vomit Hex at her back.

The hex was blocked by a wordless Shield Charm from Delacour. He glared at the Hogwarts champion. That was no way to act. Throwing a hex at someone's unsuspecting back was a cowardly move.

When she saw Delacour pull his wand out, her green eyes widened before she turned around in time to witness Diggory's hex hit Delacour's shield. Honorine froze in shock, staring at Diggory. While they were Quidditch rivals, she had thought it was a friendly rivalry – like the one she shared with Cho Chang. It appeared that wasn't the case.

Diggory's face turned red and he raised his wand, which had Honorine scrambling to grab her own. Before either of them could act, Krum sent a wordless Full Body-Bind Curse at Diggory.

Honorine watched as Diggory was paralyzed, his arms and legs snapping together before he fell backwards. She stared at his unmoving.

Turning around, she offered Delacour and Krum a smile, “Thank you.”

“You're velcome,” Krum said, putting his wand away.

Honorine had finished walking over to the pair when the door was opened. Headmaster Dumbledore led the group of adults into the room. The group was arguing amongst themselves. Both Madame Maxime and Headmaster Karkaroff wanted the Goblet to select a second champion for their schools.

“I'm not competing,” Honorine muttered, crossing her arms.

Both Delacour and Krum looked at her.

“I haven't accepted the parchment,” she explained, narrowing her eyes at the arguing adults, “so I haven't entered.”

Neither of the champions seemed to understand what she was talking about.

“Did you research the selection process?” she asked, trying to resisting the urge to roll her eyes. With a sigh, she explained, “By accepting the parchment, you've entered the tournament and the magically binding contract. I haven't accepted the parchment, and I have no plans to. After twenty-four hours, the Goblet will select a new champion.”

The three watched the arguing adults for a few more minutes. None of them had noticed Diggory, which amused Honorine.

Yawning, she cast a Tempus Charm. It was eight. All she had to do was sleep for the next twelve hours and hide until after dinner, then she would be free. No Triwizard Tournament for her. Of course, in order to sleep, she needed to find a bed. There was no way she was returning to Gryffindor Tower for the night.

“I'll see you on Monday,” Honorine said with a wave. Hopefully the house-elves wouldn't mind her sleeping in the kitchens tonight.

 

...

 

It was rare Felix found himself at a loss of words, but tonight was one of those occasions. It was all Honorine Potter's fault. She wasn't anything like Felix was expecting.

Like most European magical children, Felix had learned about Honorine Potter. There wasn't a lot of known facts about her. As a baby, she had dark hair and green eyes. Some people said she looked like her mother, Lily, with dark hair. In all honesty, Felix had assumed Honorine would be a spoiled pure-blood princess – despite being a half-blood.

Instead, Honorine was quiet and polite. She didn't act like she was better than anyone, and Ravenclaws were eager to share. They said she was smart, ranked somewhere in the ten of her year, and she was best friends with a muggle-born witch named Hermione Granger. When Emilie came back with food from the Gryffindor table, she spoke of how nice Honorine was.

When she entered the antechamber, he was surprised. The actions of Cedric Diggory had further surprised him. Diggory was hostile and rude, demanding things of Honorine after she barely set foot into the room. He even shot a hex at Honorine's back.

After hearing Honorine explain her plan to avoid the tournament, Felix found himself attracted to the younger girl. While she was beautiful, it was her personality that Felix liked.

She was bold, daring, and rebellious. Instead of accepting her place in the tournament, she was rebelling and avoiding the tournament.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Cedric Diggory/Hastings Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Harry Potter (Hastings); alive!James and Lily; and no Voldemort or Death Eaters
Prompt: (Relationship) A strong friendship between Hermione and female!Harry.

 


032. Don't Be Reckless


 

 

Hastings Potter followed her best friend, Hermione Granger, to their table in the library. The table in the back, dusty corner of the library had been theirs for years now – since the beginning of first year. The table was out of sight and out of the way, and it was the best place to hide from everyone.

Things at Hogwarts had never been easy for Hastings. Her mother, Lily, was the Muggle Studies professors while her godfather, Sirius, was a flying instructor. Hastings' older brother, Markus, was the star of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and all around popular. Hastings' younger brothers, Bart and Chase, were pranksters in training – and also in Gryffindor. Hastings was a Ravenclaw, she preferred to spend her time reading indoors. She only had three friends – Hermione, her best friend, Luna Lovegood, her self-pointed little sister, and Neville Longbottom, her god-brother.

Hastings and Hermione quickly dropped their schoolbags on the table. While Hermione started pulling out books, parchment, quills, and ink from their bags, Hastings wondered off looking for some other books they needed. As she walked through the library, Hastings heard some giggling. She didn't need to look to know it was a group of girls. Giggling girls might one of three things: one, Markus was nearby; two, Viktor Krum was nearby; or three, Cedric Diggory was nearby. Right away Hastings eliminated her brother. Markus wouldn't be caught dead in a library, including the one at home. From experience, Hastings knew both Diggory and Krum spent time in the library. They, along with Fleur Delacour, spent hours pouring over various books, all preparing for The Triwizard Tournament.

Hastings didn't care enough to look around for either Krum or Diggory. She had other things to do. Skimming the books, Hastings grabbed the three volumes of Agatha Greengrass' Transfigurations series, and two other books. Glancing around, Hastings frowned. Where was H. E. Gamp's Foundations of Transfigurations?

With a sigh, Hastings started looking around. The book wasn't where it was supposed to be. Either someone had it or it wasn't put back properly. Personally, Hastings was willing to bet the latter. Gamp's book was old, and most people wouldn't think to use it for anything. Hastings and Hermione decided it would be a perfect source for their Transfigurations project. They were researching the Five Principle Exceptions to Gramp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration. They were debating whether to research food or money. It was impossible to Transfiguration either.

After a few moments of searching high and low, literally, Hastings found the book on the top shelf two bookcases over. The shelf was too tall, much to Hastings' annoyance. She was a modest height of five foot three inches, but she was the shortest girl in her year.

With sigh, Hastings tried to think. She couldn't summon the book or cast any spell since her wand was in her bag, which was over with Hermione. Unlike her brothers, Hastings maintained the manners her parents and grandparents had taught her as a child – the same manners her brothers were taught and, currently, forgot about. Therefore, attempting to climb up the bookcase was out.

“Need any help?” someone asked a few feet away from her.

Looking to the right, Hastings found herself staring at Cedric Diggory, the Hogwarts Triwizard Tournament.

Before Hastings could even reply, Diggory reached up and grabbed Gamp's book. He held it out to Hastings with a smile.

“Thanks,” Hastings muttered, reaching out to take the book.

“Need any more help?” Diggory asked, still smiling.

Hastings shook her head as she studied Diggory. She could, kind of, see the appeal of him. Over the last year, Hastings had overheard a number of her dorm mates and other female students discussing Diggory's attractiveness. Watching him, Hastings kind of understood – but not completely. Guys like Diggory didn't go for girls like her. The only exception was her parents, which – as Sirius put it – was because James was head over heels in love with Lily at first sight.

Offering Diggory a small smile, Hastings turned and walked back towards Hermione and their table. When she was rows over, she stopped for a few seconds. Clutching her books, Hastings' felt her heart skip a beat.

Hastings took her time as she wondered back to Hermione and their table. When she arrived, she found her best friend organizing their notes, books, and other supplies. Hastings handed Hermione the stack of books she collected and she watched as her friend organized everything.

 

...

 

Over the next few days, Hastings caught sight of Diggory several times a day, which was unusual. While Hogwarts was a large castle and there was a couple hundred students in attendance, Hastings didn't cross paths with students outside of her House or her year too often.

It was odd. Hastings usually, only, caught sight of Diggory in the Great Hall during meals. Once or twice a week they would pass each other in the hallway.

Now, Hastings crossed paths with Diggory four or five times a day, and Diggory was making a habit to talk to her. Most of the conversations were short, merely a handful of words – which was Hastings' fault since she didn't know how to talk to Diggory or why Diggory would want to talk to her. Diggory smiled, no matter what Hastings said or acted, and he came back for another conversation, making her heart skip a beat.

Hastings found her reaction to be irritating since she thought she was beyond this crush. Honestly, it was cliché. She wasn't the only girl in the castle with a crush on Diggory. Both Hermione and Luna knew about her crush.

 

...

 

“Morning, Hastings,” Diggory said, falling in step next to her as she walked towards the library.

Hastings bit her lip as she felt her cheeks heat up. “Morning,” she whispered, ducking her head.

“Are you excited for the First Task?” he asked, moving in a little closer to her.

Looking up, she caught his grey eyes. “Kinda,” she replied with a shrug. “Any idea what the Task is?”

Diggory shook his head. “None,” he said. “It's a secret.”

“Best of luck,” she said.

“Thanks, Hastings,” Diggory said. “I'll see you later.”

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Abraxas Malfoy/Harry Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; slash; mentions of murder and suicide; mentions of off-screen character death; and character resurrection
Prompt: (Pairing) Abraxas/Harry

 


033. Loyalty


 

After the Final Battle, Lucius Malfoy was sent to the Kiss while Draco Malfoy was killed – murdered by Dennis Creevy. After the death of her son, Narcissa fell into a depression which ended her life. The Malfoy family, once mighty and elegant, was gone. Another pure blood family died out.

Unlike most pure blood families, the Malfoy family had an enchantment cast upon them. It would bring one of the ancestors back. No one knew how it worked, or even if it worked. Rumors were whispered that Brutus Malfoy was brought back during the Witch Trails to save the Malfoy family, but there was no way of confirming it. Records from that time were spotty and chaotic.

It had been a normal day at Hogwarts for those attending after the war ended when Headmistress McGonagall appeared in front of the school during lunch with a new student, Abraxas Malfoy. Rumors were circulating that he was the bastard son of Lucius and a no name whore. He was sorted into Hufflepuff, which was a huge surprise.

Abraxas was greeted with mixed reactions. Some people were nice to him, judging him for himself. After all, he had nothing to do with the war. Others were mean and rude, judging him for his family. The Malfoy family was evil, everyone knew it, and it was only a matter of time until Abraxas showed his true colors.

In Hufflepuff, he proved to be a model student and a model Hufflepuff. He was loyal to his housemates, his school, and his family name.

One day in the beginning December, Harry met Abraxas in the library. Ron and Hermione were off snogging in a corner, and Ginny was dating a Ravenclaw in her year. Harry had found a table in the back of the library and pulled out his homework. Harry preferred to be alone these days, and the shadowy corners of the library were perfect for avoiding people.

Harry had been sitting there for an hour when Abraxas rounded the corner with a few books. His eyes narrowed at Harry, but he continued walking. He placed his books on the table and sat down without a word. That day, no words were exchanged between them.

They continued to meet at that table everyday. After three days, they spoke. Harry borrowed a quill since his broke. The next day, Abraxas presented Harry with five new quills. They spoke again, this time about the upcoming holidays. A pattern arose. Everyday they met, Abraxas presented Harry with a gift, and they got to talking, learning a little about one another.

That year for Christmas, Harry decided to stay at Hogwarts. The Weasleys' were going to France to spend the holidays with Fleur's family. Hermione went home to her parents, and they were headed to Australia or something.

There weren't many students that remained at Hogwarts that year. There were ten in total. To Harry's surprise, Abraxas was among them. Whatever there was between them came out on Christmas Eve. They were in the Room of Requirements, which Harry had decided to show Abraxas.

They had been sitting in front of the fireplace when Abraxas leaned over and kissed Harry. It was simple, just a brush of the lips. After that night, they started dating. Ron and Hermione were surprised to learn they were dating, but supportive. Harry suspected that Hermione had something to do with Ron's attitude change, but he welcomed it.

On graduation day, Abraxas proposed. They were married in July, on the summer solstice. After their wedding, Harry learned about the enchantment . Over the next few years, they found and blood adopted children. The first was Romulus Malfoy, then came Leo Black followed by Iris Potter and Marion Peverell.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: The Avengers, Harry Potter, and Thor
Pairing: Loki/Darcy Lewis
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Harry Potter (Darcy); redeemed!Loki; mentions of mind control; mentions of child abuse; mentions of child neglect; James and Lily are horrible parents; Michael is a brat; misguided!Dumbledore; minor violence; mentions of off-screen character death; and loving!Dursleys
Prompts: (Pairing) Loki/female!Harry Potter

 


 034. Her Past


 

Darcy Lewis glanced up from her laptop when Loki entered the kitchen. Their eyes briefly met before Darcy turned her attention back to her computer. Loki said nothing as he retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge.

It was odd having Loki live Stark Tower with the Avengers. No matter what SHIELD and Captain Eye-Patch said, it was Stark Tower, not Avengers Tower. Tony Stark built the tower, and he paid to house the Avengers without any assistance from SHIELD or the government.

Tucking a piece of hair behind her hair, Darcy glanced up at Loki before turning her attention back to her laptop screen. She sighed, staring at the blinking cursor. These project wasn't going to write itself, but she had little motivation to work on it right now.

Reaching out, Darcy closed the lid of her laptop with a shake of her head. It was pointless to work on it right now. Darcy grabbed her cup of coffee, taking a long sip. Her gaze drifted over to Loki. She was still trying to get use to Loki – everyone was.

After the Battle of New York, Thor returned to Asgard with Loki. According to Thor, his mother Frigga determined something was wrong with Loki. While Loki was infamous for his mischief and trickery, acting a planet and trying to enslave entire species was something new. Somehow, Frigga found Loki was under some kind of mind control. At the urging of his wife and his eldest son, Odin had the best healers attend to Loki and oversee his care. It almost a year and half before Loki was released, determined to be back to himself.

Darcy understood mind control better than most people, except Clint Barton and Loki. She knew this Loki wasn't the Loki she had experience with. It was difficult to put aside her previous feeling as she got to know this Loki – the real Loki.

“There's something different about you,” Loki said, his eyes narrowed.

Darcy's head snapped towards him. “What do you mean?” she asked. There was nothing new about her. Her hair, her glasses, her clothes, and her makeup were the same.

“Your eyes are different,” Loki commented as he left the kitchen with his bottle of water.

Darcy froze at his words, feeling a cold sweat overtake her. As she sprung into action, Darcy dropped her cup of coffee as she scrambled to grab her cell phone. Holding it up to eye level, she turned the camera on before switching the camera lens to the self-viewing mode. Taking a few pictures of herself, Darcy tapped on the icon to view her recent photographs.

On the first photograph, Darcy zoomed on her eyes, checking the left before the right. In the corner of her right Darcy found a sliver of green. Her stomach dropped at the sight. Her potion was fading.

That potion was supposed to last thirty years . It only lasted six.

Darcy's cell phone slid from her fingers.

 

...

 

It took Darcy an hour to move, but she quickly sprung into action. She ran to her room where she changed her clothes before leaving the tower. She needed to get a new potion, which meant a trip to Liberty Avenue, the magical district of New York. Luckily, Darcy would enter using the subway system, allowing her to avoid apporation.

When she arrived to Liberty Avenue, Darcy headed directly to the potions shop. She quickly ordered the potion she wanted before handing over her credit card for half the payment. It was half upfront and after upon completion.

Due to her eagerness, Darcy failed to notice the tail she picked up as she left Liberty Avenue and headed back to the subway. When she stepped into the crowd, Darcy felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning her head, her eyes widened and her stomach dropped.

“What do you want, James?” she demanded, her eyes narrowing into a glare at her father.

James' eyes narrowed. “It's father,” he barked, “and you would do well to remember it.”

“It hasn't been 'father' since I was one,” she stated, batting his hand off of her shoulder, “and you decided you liked Michael the most.”

“Don't bring your brother into this,” snapped James.

Darcy rolled her eyes. “Because your precious savior can do no wrong,” she said, in a mocking tone.

Eyes narrowed farther, James glared at his daughter. “Watch your tone,” he demanded, his voice in hiss.

“No,” Darcy said, challenging James, “I don't think I will.”

Reaching out, James slapped her.

Darcy touched her reddened cheek as she glared at her father. “What do you want, James?” she repeated her earlier question.

Lips twisting into a snarl, James reached out and grabbed her wrist before activating a portkey.

 

...

 

Loki was the first one to notice Darcy went missing. Out of all the inhabits of the tower, Darcy was his favorite human. He sought her out multiple times a day. They shared passing looks and small conversations. At first, Loki thought Darcy was working on her thesis, which was why she missed dinner. The next morning, Loki found her laptop on the kitchen island. By lunch, he was worried. After quick word with JARVIS, Loki knew Darcy was last seen leaving the tower yesterday, shortly after their conversation about her eyes.

Jane Foster was informed of her missing intern by Thor and Loki, who were seeking information about places Darcy visited in the city. When she learned Darcy left the tower and hadn't been back in a day, Jane was worried. Together with Erik, the group searched Darcy's favorite locations around before rejoining at the Central Park Zoo. There was no Darcy to be found.

Alarmed, the group of four informed the rest of the Avengers. Tony Stark got to work with JARVIS, searching the city for any sightings of Darcy within the last twenty-four hours. Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff did whatever spies do when a friend went missing.

Within an hour, Tony found footage of Darcy disappearing from security cameras in the subway. She literally disappeared on screen. One moment, she was arguing with a man and the next, the pair of them were gone – as in poof without the smoke.

Loki followed Barton to the exact spot, where he sensed use of mortal magic. He knew from Heimdall there was a hidden entry to a mortal magic shopping district somewhere in the city.

It a few days to gather all of the information, which SHIELD kept under lock and key. Fury was forced to personally inform the Avengers and their friends of the Wizarding World. The man who grabbed Darcy was determined to be James Potter. James Potter was famous for being an auror and the father of an English celebrity, famous for surviving a deadly curse.

With that information in hand, a team was sent to England. The team consisted of Loki, Thor, Barton, and Romanoff.

Luckily, it only took Loki two weeks to track James' magic signature to a hidden house in London, England. Together, the team of four broke in.

 

...

 

Darcy was held hostage by her “family” and their friends for two weeks before the Avengers showed up to rescue her. As far as Darcy was considered, only two members of team were needed for a group to qualify as the Avengers – well two or more.

In those two weeks, Darcy was forced to endure James, Lily, and Michael. None of them had changed. While James and Lily tried to play nice, Darcy would tell it was fake and forced. Neither James and Lily wanted anything to do with their daughter. If Lily and James weren't with her, Darcy was forced to endure time with someone else from the Order of the Phoenix.

Out of the large group, her favorite was Severus Snape. The man would sneer at her a few times, but they would sit in silence for hours. It was great.

During the time, Darcy learned a lot had changed since she left. The war against Voldemort and his Death Eaters wasn't going well since they had been in a stalemate for two years. Somehow, the Order had learned Michael wasn't really the Boy-Who-Lived, the real savior was James and Lily's missing daughter. For a year or so, the Order had been searching for Rose Potter. It was pure luck James found her in Liberty Avenue that day.

 

...

 

The rescue team showed up, Darcy was in magic class. She had a Hogwarts education to catch up on and then she had to learn more advance magic. Today's magic class was Defense, taught by Sirius Black, Michael's godfather. Technically, Black was always Darcy's godfather, but he made it clear Michael was his only godchild when Darcy was eight.

Darcy was thrilled to sit back and watch as Sirius was beaten up by Thor and Mjolnir. The sight made her smile. In the end, the four members of the Avengers had beaten everyone in the Headquarts. Someone managed to send a message to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore arrived in time find the Avengers with Darcy.

“We need her,” he pleaded, explaining the long war with Voldemort. Dumbledore told them about the prophecy, stating only Darcy could kill him.

While the Avengers wanted nothing to do with the group that kidnapped their friend, their sense of justice made them think. It wasn't right to leave the innocent people to suffer in the crossfire of this war.

“What do you want to do?” Loki asked, turning to look at Darcy.

“She will help us!” demanded James, sneering at the group.

“She has to fulfill her duty,” added Michael with a smirk.

“She owes us!” Sirius stated.

Numerous people in the Order of the Phoenix nodded along.

Darcy glared at the group. She didn't owe them anything . They had done nothing for her. When James and Lily decided she was squib, they dumped her on Petunia's doorstep. Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley had been a great family. They took her in and they cared for her. Petunia freaked out when she found Darcy had magic, but she continued to love the little girl. Shaking her head, Darcy cleared the thoughts of the Dursleys from her mind. Thinking about them and their deaths always made her cry.

Taking a deep breath, Darcy remembered what her mom taught her. Petunia taught her to be strong woman. “I don't owe you anything,” she stated, loathing in her tone. “If anything, you owe me, but I want nothing to do with you.”

“Watch yourself,” Lily Potter said. “I can make Petunia forget all about you.”

Darcy glared at the woman. Turning to Loki, she demanded, “Get me outta here!”

Without a word, Loki took Darcy in his arms and they disappeared.

Barton and Romanoff exchanged a look. They knew the story of Darcy's family. Vernon discovered a shady business deal between his boss and the Irish mob that sent the family into hiding. For their own safety, the British government had them placed in the American Witness Protection. The Dursley family of Vernon, Petunia, Dudley, and Rose became the Lewis family of Victor, Elizabeth, Darien, and Darcy.

While their past never caught up with them, Victor, Elizabeth, and Darien died in a car crash when Darcy was fifteen, leaving her an orphan.

 

...

 

In the end, Darcy decided to kill Voldemort. She wasn't doing for the Potters or the Order of the Phoenix, she was doing it for the future muggle-borns and half-bloods. They should have a chance at a better future.

The Potters and their friends deserved nothing – with the exception of Severus Snape. Snape deserved a good retirement away from Europe. Luckily, Tony Stark needed someone to run his new potions business. Ever the businessman and genius, Tony figured out a way to mass produce potions.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Tom M. Riddle/Hadley Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Harry Potter (Hadley); and Ginny Weasley is a brat
Prompt: Somehow the dairy ended up in the possession of Harry.

 


035. Write to Me


 

 

Upon returning to Ginny Weasley's room, Hadley Potter frowned when she noticed a small black book on her bed. What was that doing there?

Crossing the room, Hadley picked the book up. There was T. M. R. written in silver ink on the front cover. She turned it over before opening the book. As she thumbed through the blank pages, Hadley realized it was a journal, not a book.

What was this doing on her bed?

With a sigh, Hadley dropped it onto her covers. Hopefully Ginny would remember to grab it before she went to bed tonight.

“Hadley, are you coming?” called Fred Weasley from the bottom of the stairs.

Opening her trunk, Hadley reached in and retrieved her broomstick. “Coming,” she called back as she shouldered her Nimbus 2000 before she turned to leave the bedroom.

She lingered in the doorway, eyeing the journal.

When she returned to Ginny's room that night, the journal still sat on her bed. Hadley frowned as she glanced at Ginny. Didn't that girl know how to pick up her belongings? Hadley understood she wasn't too thrilled to have someone else staying in her room, but Ginny was eleven and she should know how to pick up after herself.

After changing into her pajamas, Hadley placed the journal on the nightstand before crawling into her bed.

 

...

 

Five days later found Hadley frowning when she spotted the journal in her trunk. How did that get in there? Her eyes narrowed as she removed the journal from her trunk. Why was Ginny going through her belongings?

Hadley was rather possessive of her limited belongings. Most of what she owned she had acquired within the last year. There were very few thing worth keeping from her childhood with the Dursleys'.

With a sigh, Hadley dropped the journal onto Ginny's bed before she turned her attention back to her trunk. She would be departing for Hogwarts in two days. Hadley liked being perpared and she liked being early – things she had learned from her childhood since the Dursleys' were ran late.

After checking over her Cloak of Invisibility and her photo album, Hadley gently placed her broomstick in the trunk. The cloak and the photo album were two of her most prized possessions.

 

...

 

“Get your stupid journal to yourself,” snapped Ginny as she chucked the journal at Hadley when the second girl entered the room.

The journal bounced off of Hadley's chest.

Hadley glared at the girl. “It's not mine,” she said, bending over to pick up the journal.

“It sure isn't mine,” Ginny said, glaring at her unwanted roommate. “If you don't want then throw it in the fire.” Without another word, Ginny stormed out of her bedroom.

Hadley frowned, watching the redhead retreat.

Glancing down at the journal in her hands, Hadley thumbed through it again. She eyed the blank pages before sliding the journal into her pocket. Since Ginny didn't want, Hadley decided to keep it for herself. Since the cover had the initials of T. M. R., it wouldn't be connected to her. This journal would allow her some anonymity.

 

...

 

There are times I hate my life , Hadley wrote in the journal as the Hogwarts Express drove through the countryside. I don't have any family worth mentioning, and I don't have any close friends.

She wrote about her childhood, everything from her cupboard to wearing Dudley's old clothes to Hadley Hunting to the way Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon treated her.

I've never told anyone, but I hate muggles, she added with a scowl. Muggles shouldn't be allowed to have custody of magical children.

As the ink dry, Hadley leaned back against the window. She closed her eyes, wishing to be back at Hogwarts already.

 

...

 

Over the next few days, Hadley wrote in the journal. She wrote about anything and everything from her parents to her professors to her classes. As she wrote everything, she felt a weight being lifted off of her shoulders. She was sharing things she never thought she would before.

When Hadley opened her journal on Saturday morning, she was shocked to find a neat handwriting at the bottom of her latest entry. Her eyes widened and her heart started to pound at the sight of the handwriting.

Where had that writing come from?

It was impossible for someone else to use her journal since Hadley kept track of it. She kept it on her most days, and if it wasn't on her than it was in her bag. While she slept, Hadley kept it under her pillow. Since she was a light sleeper, she knew none of her roommates had tried to take it.

Forcing herself to take a deep breath, Hadley read the entry.

Could pour a bottle of ink on the next page? I don't want to deserve your entries.

Hadley read over the short entry a few times before she turned the page. Taking out her blue ink, Hadley poured it on the empty page. She grabbed her hand incase she needed to vanish the ink, but she watched with wide eyes as the page absorbed the ink.

Once all the ink was absorbed, Hadley watched writing form on the page.

Thank you!

She watched as the writing formed paragraphs that stretched four pages. The person, Tom, told Hadley about his life. Like her, he was an orphan and he was raised by muggles. Instead of having relatives alive, Tom was raised in a muggle orphanage, where the staff and the other children hated him. He tried to avoid returning to the orphanage – Wool's Orphanage – each summer. He was forced to return summer after summer, no matter.

 

...

 

The school year flew as Hadley and Tom communicated day after day. Tom helped her with homework and he suggested numerous books for her to read. He was determined to help Hadley adjust to the Wizarding World so she could thrive.

For the first time, Hadley wasn't dreading her return to the Dursleys this summer. She had Tom with her, and he cared about her, unlike her relatives. With Tom by her side, the next few weeks with the Dursleys' shouldn't be too bad.

Thanks to Tom, Hadley knew she could leave Number Four after her thirteenth birthday. As an orphan from a pure-blood family, she would be eligible to claim her status as Heir Potter. As Heir Potter, she could be granted special privileges, like using magic outside of school and she would be able to look after herself. All she needed to do was find someplace to stay for the summer.

 

Chapter Text

Fandoms: Harry Potter and Supernatural
Relationship: Mentorship – Helena Potter and Hecate
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Harry Potter (Helena); dark!Harry Potter (Helena); demon!Dean Thomas; and demon!Hermione Granger
Prompt: (Theme) badass female!Harry Potter

 


036. Queen of the Crossover


 

 

Growing up, Helena Potter was groomed by Hecate to become the next Keeper of the Crossroads – she was Hecate's Champion. Hecate had acted as the Goddess of the Crossroads for millenniums. With her other duties and responsibilities, it was all too much. She decided to make Helena Potter her Heir to the Crossroads when she was summoned by James and Lily Potter on Halloween in 1989. Lily had miscarried their first child and due to complications she was unable to conceive another child. Desperate for a child, the couple turned to every type of magic for an answer. They found it in the darkest of magic: a crossroads deal.

When Hecate was sensed who was trying to make a deal, she went to take it personally. She usually had her underlings create and manage the deals, but this was a special case. These were two light magic users seeking a deal, and it was deal that touched part of Hecate's old heart: two parents longing for a child.

She had agreed after discovering a link between their child and a prophecy and a greater destiny. After all, the Potter family was Death's Chosen. Their family was destined for greatness. This child would be destined to defeat Tom Riddle, who was a thorn in several gods' and goddesses' sides.

 

...

 

On the thirty-first of October of 1981, two years after making the deal with Hecate, Lord Voldemort showed up at the Potters' house. He briefly dueled James before killing the man, then he found Lily with Helena in the nursery. He killed Lily before trying to kill Helena. Due to Hecate's magic and being the last Potter alive, the Killing Curse rebound and hit Lord Voldemort, separating him from his body and attaching a piece of his soul to Helena.

After that night, Helena was known as the Girl-Who-Lived. On orders of Albus Dumbledore, Helena was placed with her only remaining relatives, the Durslery. She lived there for five years until she started primary school. A month later, Vernon and Petunia Dursley were found dead in their house, and they were killed in a violent manner. Dudley was taken in by his Aunt Marge Dursley, and Helena was adopted by her dark eyed school teacher, and they moved to London.

 

...

 

Helena Potter was a gift from magic herself. Helena was Hecate's Champion, and the goddess of was the embodiment of magic. Hecate started grooming Helena at the age of six. While Helena acted like a little girl, she had two demon body guards everywhere she went – including Hogwarts.

 

...

 

During her Hogwarts years, Helena did what was expected of her. She was Sorted into Gryffindor where her two closest friends were Dean Thomas, a muggle-raised half-blood, and Hermione Granger, a muggle-born. The three were inseparable. In reality, Dean and Hermione were two of Hecate's strongest and loyalest demons acting as Helena's body guards. Over the years, the three had become friends.

Over her school years, Helena had numerous adventures: saving the Sorcerer's Stone in her first year; defeating the basilisk in the Chamber of Secret in her second year; dealing with Sirius Black and dementors in her third; competing in and winning the Triwizard Tournament in her fourth, and witnessing the return of Lord Voldemort; leading five students to the Hall of Prophecies in the Department of Mysteries, where they battled Death Eaters, in her fifth year; learning about the horcruxes in her sixth year; and saving the wizarding world from Lord Voldemort and becoming the Master of Death in her seventh year.

After defeating Lord Voldemort, Helena left the British wizarding world for the United States. While she wasn't ready to take over, Hecate wanted Helena to start managing the crossroads. So, at the age of eighteen, Helena started at X-Roads, Inc., in the customer services department. She was charged with looking after the deal, making souls were collected after ten years and the individual's had their deals fulfilled.

When Helena found deals weren't fulfilled, the contracts were null and void, freeing the individual. If the person was still alive, they would be allowed to carry on with their life, and if they were dead, their soul was released from hell – as long as they were deemed worthy of heaven.

Helena found several deals didn't meet the requirements. Most didn't allow the individual ten years, which was a key requirement Hecate set forth. Some deals were good for a year and others were good for a month. All of them were null and void.

In her time in the customer services department, Helena got a good feel for several of the crossroads demons. Lilith fancied herself in charge, and Crowley was good at following orders. Both of them were hungry for power that wasn't theirs. It was only a matter of time before Helena would have to teach them otherwise.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandoms: Harry Potter and Percy Jackson & The Olympians
Pairings: Apollo/Lily Evans Potter, and James Potter/Lily Evans Potter
Relationships: Apoll and Helia Potter; and Leto and Helia Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Harry Potter (Helia); and Harry is the child of Apollo
Prompt: (Scenario) Lily and Apollo have a child together. What happens to that child after the deaths of Lily and James?

 


037. Chasing the Sun


 

 

James and Lily Potter looked down at their newborn daughter. She had pinkish peach skin with ten figures and ten toes. Her eyes were closed as the young babe slept. A few pieces of red hair covered her scalp.

She was perfect.

Both her parents fell in love with her at first sight.

“What should we name her?” Lily asked, glancing over at her husband. They had been debating names for months.

“Apollina,” James whispered, running a finger over his daughter's cheek.

Lily nodded. “I was thinking Helianthus.”

“Helianthus?” James repeated with a frown.

“Sunflower,” Lily explained, smiling down at their daughter.

“Helianthus Apollina,” James suggested, glancing between his wife and their daughter.

With a smile, Lily nodded.

 

...

 

From overhead, Apollo smiled down on the couple and their daughter. Apollo was as much her father as James was. Helianthus would be a good hands with Lily and James.

 

...

 

It was a warm summer day. Apollo walked the streets of Privet Drive, looking at houses, yards, and cars that looked the same, one after another. It was like these people had never heard of individuality.

He came to stop in front of Number Four – the house his daughter lived in. Apollo didn't care much for Zeus' laws, but he usually followed them. However, he made an exception for Helianthus. As the God of Prophecies, Apollo knew his daughter had a hard life ahead of her – a tale worthy of any demigod – and it would end with her death at the age of seventeen. Apollo didn't want that for Helianthus – and either would Lily and James.

Apollo spent a few years planning. There were many things to consider before taking his daughter away from Lily's awful relatives. With planning in place, Apollo decided it was time to retrieve his daughter.

Turning into a raven, Apollo flew up to a neighboring roof and he watched. He watched as Vernon Dursley left the house, and he headed to work in his car. A few hours later, Petunia Dursley left the house with Dudley, headed to the neighborhood pool.

Flying to another roof, Apollo watched as his daughter tended to the garden in the backyard. Her red hair was pulled into pink-tails and she wore oversized clothes with dirt smeared across her face.

When Helianthus finished with the backyard, she moved to the front yard. She weeded, watered, and trimmed the plants before entering the house through the backdoor. Apollo flew onto the windowsill, and he continued to watch as Helianthus tended to numerous chores.

After several hours, Petunia and Dudley returned home with Vernon a few hours behind. As the sunset, Apollo left.

 

...

 

It took a few weeks before Apollo found an opportunity to approach Helianthus. He visited and watched over her a day or two a week, and he would send other ravens or pythons when he couldn't visit.

It was Dudley's birthday, and no one wanted Helianthus around Number Four. So, Petunia threw the girl out of the house with instructions not to return until it was dark or else. Apollo watched as Helianthus walked to a local park, where she sat herself down on a swing. After a few minutes, Apollo approached the swings.

“Hello,” he greeted her, “do you mind if I sit?”

Helianthus turned her head, her hair falling away and relieving the bruise on her cheek. After a few seconds, she nodded.

Apollo was angry at the sight of the bruise. A mortal dare hurt his child! Forcing the anger away, he sat down on the swing and he smiled at his daughter. “Thanks,” he said. “What's your name?”

She was quiet for a minute before answering, “Am I s'pose ta talk to strangers?”

“What did your parents tell you?” Apollo forced himself to ask.

A sad look passed through her eyes. “Nothin',” she replied. “They're dead. But my aunt told my cousin not ta talk to strangers.”

“What about you?” he asked.

Helianthus shrugged, her eyes darkening. “Aunt Petunia don't care 'bout me,” she replied. “She'd be happy I'm talkin' to you.”

Silence fell between them.

Helianthus looked at him with a thoughtful look on her face. A smile crossed her lips – a cruel smile that didn't belong on the face of a child.

“I'm Helianthus, but call me Helia,” she said.

Apollo smiled, unsure of her smile.

“Are ya gonna take me away, now?” Helia asked, her smile widening.

The question caught Apollo off guard.

“I've seen ya around, watchin' me,” Helia explained. “If y're not 'round than it's one of ya' spies – the ravens or the pythons.”

Despite his best efforts, his smile widened. It had been awhile since one of his children was this smart. “Do you believe in magic?” Apollo whispered. His powers more than mere magic, but explaining Greek mythology to a six year old would be harder.

Glancing around, Helia nodded. “I'm not s'pose to,” she answered, “'cause Uncle Vernon says there's no such thing.”

“You don't believe your uncle?”

Helia snorted. “He's a big dummy,” she answered with a smile.

Silence fell between them again. Helia pumped her legs a little, gaining some motive on her swing.

“Ya didn't answer me,” she said after several minutes. “Are ya' gonna take me away?”

“Do you want to leave?” Apollo asked.

“Yeah,” Helia answered, straightening her legs and dragging her feet through the ground to slow the swing.

“But you don't even know me,” Apollo pointed out. He found it very uneasy one of his children was so eager to leave their families with a stranger.

Shrugging, Helia looked at the ground. “I know a little,” she answered. “'Ccording to the pythons, y're Apollo, God of the Sun. They say you're nice.”

“The pythons said that?” Apollo asked. It had been centuries since one of his children under pythons.

“Yep,” she nodded. “The snakes know lots of stuff.”

“Do you believe them?”

Another shrug. “It makes sense. I studied some 'thology in school. I 'member Apollo was the God of the Sun, Medicine, Music, and Knowledge. I think you's be Apollo. Pythons and ravens are some of his symbols.”

Most people forgot that Apollo was the God of Knowledge while everyone remembered that Athena was the Goddess of Knowledge.

“How do you remember that?”

“I 'member lots of stuff.” She paused for a moment. “Like ya use to visit me 'fore my parents died. Ya called me Darling Sunflower.”

Apollo found himself surprised and impressed.

“I 'member my parents sayin' you were my dad.” She turned to look at him with a frown. “Is it true?”

Nodding, Apollo watched her.

Her frown grew. “Where ya' been?”

“Watching over you,” he answered with a sigh. “I'm not allowed to interact with my children.”

Helia perked up. “I got siblings?”

“Yeah, several.”

Helia smiled. “Why aren't ya' allowed to see us?”

“My father's law.”

“I 'lways thought Zeus was cool, but I change my mind.”

 

...

 

Apollo and Helia spent a few hours at the park, talking and getting to know one another. Despite how she spoke, Helia was a smart girl. She was smarter than a lot of people thought, and she spoke like that to throw people off. After all, she sounded unintelligent than others would underestimate her.

“Can we leave now?” Helia asked with a frown. It was sometime in the afternoon.

Offering her a hand, Apollo nodded.

She took the hand with a smile.

The pair disappeared in a flash of light. If any mortals saw them, they would think the pair walked off together and climbed into a car.

 

...

 

It would be years before anyone noticed the disappearance of Helianthus Potter. Vernon and Petunia never reported her missing. A week and a half after Dudley's seventh birthday, the Dursleys suddenly moved away. According to the neighborhood gossip, Mister Dursley got a promotion.

Mrs. Figg reported the moved to Albus Dumbledore, but the man wasn't overly concerned. The blood wards weren't tied Number Four, they were tied to Helianthus' home. As long as she was with her family, she was fine.

It would be Minerva McGonagall who first learned of Helianthus' disappearance when she wrote the annual Hogwarts acceptance letter. There wasn't one written for the Potter heiress. This would launch an investigation with the Ministry of Magic, and in turn the Muggle police.

Muggle records would show Helianthus was last seen at the end of first grade year in Little Whinging. Unlike her cousin, she was never enrolled in a new school. The Muggle investigation would conclude the Dursleys murdered their niece, and Vernon and Petunia Dursleys were delusional. They were convinced their niece was “freak” of some kind and they believed in magic.

 

...

 

Apollo entrusted his daughter to his mother's care. There was nothing preventing a grandparent from caring for their demigod grandchild. Leto was overjoyed to take her granddaughter in. Helia was a kind and thoughtful girl.

Helia Potter grew up in New York City, attending the best private schools and living in the penthouse with her Grandmama Leto. Her dad was busy with work, and her mother and her stepfather died when she was young. Through her Aunt Artemis, she had a number of honorary cousins.

Artemis and her hunters adored Helia, often trying to encourage her into becoming a hunter herself. While there was nothing wrong with being a hunter, Helia wanted to get married and have a family someday, which hunters couldn't do.

 

 

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Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Regulus Black/Hedera Slytherin
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Harry Potter (Hedera); time travel; and Harry is the Heir of Slytherin and Ravenclaw
Prompts: (Character) female!Harry Potter in (Theme) Time-travel

 


038. Sands of Time


 

 

It a far amount of planning before Hedera Potter came up with a plan. She had been stuck in 1977 for six months. Long story short, there was an accident in the Department of Mysteries involving a new prototype time-turner. It was all Ron's fault. If Ron hadn't split his pumpkin juice then that unspeakable won't have tripped and lost hold of the time-turner, which hit Hedera and broke, leaving her trapped in the special time sand.

After arriving in January, Hedera spent the first month trying to find a way home. She snuck into the Department of Mysteries to research at night by using the Hallows – the wand to disable the wards, the cloak to hide herself, and the stone to summon a look-out to alert her if someone was coming. In the end, she couldn't find a way to return to her time.

It took Hedera a week to mourn the loss of her former life. She spent the week in an upscale muggle hotel, ordering room service and watching television.

On the eighth day, Hedera left the hotel room and she took a trip to Diagon Alley. Over a pot of tea with the latest edition of The Daily Prophet, Hedera was struck with an idea as she read about the latest attacks of the Dark Lord.

A wicked grin crossed her lips, Hedera got to planning by conjuring parchment and a pen – even after years in the Wizarding World, she still preferred a pen to a quill. Ignoring the rules of time travel, Hedera decided to meddle in time. She was going to change everything she could.

Over the next three months, Hedera planned everything out before she got to work. The first thing she had to do was de-age herself using an illegal potion that was difficult to make and required rare ingredients. The next step was establishing an identity for herself.

With the use of the Elder Wand, it simple enough to use the Imperious Curse to compel people to get the ingredients, then she used the Memory Charm to alter their memories. It took a month to track down all of the ingredients. The brewing process took another month.

 

...

 

In June, the newly turned sixteen-year-old Hedera headed to Gringotts for an Heritage Test. For a fee of twenty galleons, the goblins were happy to perform the test using a special potion – it was a potion that was known to a handful of goblins, and under the 1227 Treaty of Chapel, the potion was considered to be a secret of the Goblin Nation.

“This way, miss,” sneered a goblin, pulling Hedera from her thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, Hedera pretended to be nervous as she followed the goblin through the corridor to double-set of doors. The doors led into a small office with a large desk, three bookcases, and numerous weapons displayed on the wall.

“Lord Hammersteel,” the goblin greeted with a bow of his head.

“You're dismissed, Boglor,” Hammersteel stated.

The first goblin, Boglor, left without another word.

Turning his attention to the human, Hammersteel ordered, “Sit.”

Hedera sat down as her eyes fell onto the items of the desk – a needle, a bowl, a quill, and a few pieces of parchment. There was green liquid in the bowl, which Hedera assumed to be a potion.

“Prick your finger,” Hammersteel ordered, gesturing to the needle, “then place seven drops of blood in the bowl.”

Picking up the needle, Hedera jabbed the needle into her left index finger. Holding her hand over the bowl, she counted as blood slowly dripped out of her finger. After the seventh drop, she pulled her hand back.

The potion reacted immediately. It changed from green to an opaque black, looking like black ink.

The goblin dipped the quill into the bowl, where it observed the liquid before Hammersteel placed the quill onto a piece of parchment.

Leaning forward in her seat, Hedera watched in fascination as the quill started to write, filling one piece of parchment after another with words.

 

Name: Hedera James Potter
Date of Birth: Thirty-first of July of 1981
Age: Twenty-six
Father: James Charles Potter
Mother: Lily Margret Potter, nee Evans
Godfather: Sirius Orion Black
Godmother: Alice Marie Longbottom, nee Monroe

 

Lady of House of Potter (by Blood, through father)

 

Heir to House of Peverell (by Blood, through father)
Heir to House of Ravenclaw (by Blood, through mother)
Heir to House of Slytherin (by Magic, through Conquest)

 

Member to House of Hufflepuff (by Magic, through Unity Pact)
Member to House of Gryffindor (by Magic, through Unity Pact)

 

Representative to House of Gaunt (by Magic, tied to House of Slytherin)
Representative to House of Gryffindor (by Will, tied to Unity Pact)

 

Eyes widened at the results, Hedera slowly looked up at the goblin.

Hammersteel wore a large grin, displaying several teeth – sharp, pointy teeth. “This is very interesting,” he stated. “I think I should summon Lord Charlus Potter, don't you, Lady Hedera?”

With nothing better to do, Hedera offered the goblin a small smile as she shrugged.

Hammersteel continued to grin in response.

 

...

 

An hour later found Boglor, the same goblin as earlier, led a man into the small office. This man was tall and lithe with pale skin, messy dark hair, and hazel eyes with glasses. He wore tailored robes – from the sight, Hedera knew they were expensive robes due to the fine detailing. From his clothing and mannerisms, Hedera knew he was pure-blood.

“Good for you to join us, Lord Charlus,” Hammersteel said in greeting to the man.

“Why was I summoned?” Charlus Potter demanded as he took a seat. He glanced between the goblin and Hedera.

“I would like to introduce you to Lady Hedera James Potter,” Hammersteel said.

Charlus turned his attention back to Hedera, carefully looking her over. “There's no Lady by that name,” he stated.

“Not according to this,” declared Hammersteel, sliding the parchment containing Hedera's results to Charlus.

“I have no interest in my brother's bastard,” he stated without looking at the parchment.

Hedera's eyes narrowed as she turned to glare at the man. Biting her tongue, she forced herself to remain silent.

“She isn't related to the late Lord Fleamont,” Hammersteel stated, “but if you have no interest than I'll keep this.”

As Hammersteel reached out to grab the paper, Charlus snatched it up. He glared at the goblin before he dropped his eyes to the parchment.

“What is this?” Charlus demanded, glancing between the goblin and Hedera as he slammed the parchment down on the desk.

“The results of your granddaughter's Heritage Test,” Hammersteel gleeful boasted with his grin full of teeth. “As you know, the results are never wrong.”

Charlus' eyes widened as he turned to look at Hedera. His hazel eyes slowly traced over her features – as if he was seeing her for the first time. “How?” he asked, his voice quiet.

“I don't understand the question,” Hedera said.

“How are you here?” Charlus asked, his voice increasing in volume. “Time travel on that magnitude is impossible.”

Shrugging, Hedera sheepishly answered, “It was an accident.”

She was met with two looks of disbelief.

“It's not like magic advanced that much in the next thirty years,” she stated, rolling her eyes.

 

...

 

Things moved rather quickly after that. Charlus adopted Hedera into the Potter family as Hedera James Slytherin of House of Potter. When her body aged up to seventeen, she would be able to claim her position as Lady of Houses of Peverell, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Outside of Charlus and Hammersteel, only Dorea Potter knew the truth. She was vital to their lies.

The official story offered was Hedera was the goddaughter of Dorea Potter, nee Black, left in her care by Margret Jameson, the true heir of Salazar Slytherin. They were friends through the Exchange Program offered during Dorea's second year when she attended Castelobruxo Institute of Magic. After the death of Margret, Charlus and Dorea adopted Hedera into the House of Potter.

James Potter welcomed Hedera with mild enthusiasm. He didn't care too much one way or another. She was a year younger, and James had little interest in females that weren't Lily Evans. Unlike James, Sirius was thrilled to meet Hedera. He regularly flirted with her, trying to get her to agree to a date.

Before she knew it, the first of September had arrived. Hedera boarded the Hogwarts Express for the first time in a decade. It felt weird. She hid herself away in a compartment, which she warded against entry by others and she spelled to be ignored.

 

...

 

Regulus Black was seated at the Slytherin table. The first years were Sorted, and everyone was waiting for the feast to begin. He watched as Headmaster Dumbledore discussed something with Professor McGonagall before the woman left the Great Hall. That was odd.

Before Regulus got a chance to dwell on it, Professor McGonagall returned with a young woman following her. The pair walked up to the headmaster, who stood to greet them. Headmaster Dumbledore greeted the young woman with a smile and a handshake.

“This year Hogwarts is pleased to welcome home one of our own,” the headmaster stated, turning to address the students. “May I introduce Miss Hedera James Slytherin of the House of Potter.”

Whispers broke out in the Great Hall as the students started to converse amongst themselves. It had been centuries since a descendent of the Founders attended Hogwarts.

“Following tradition,” the headmaster continued, “we will begin Miss Slytherin's Sorting.”

The hall quieted. While everyone knew she was a Slytherin, every house wanted her. It was the privilege of having a descendent in their house.

Hedera Slytherin sat down on the stool and Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hart on her head. The brim of the hat covered her eyes.

Everyone watched for a few minutes as the Sorting Hat sat on top of her head. While part of her face was exposed, her expression remained neutral, betraying nothing.

“Slytherin!” the Sorting Hat declared.

On cue, all of the Slytherin students leapt to their feet as they cheered.

Hedera removed the Sorting Hat as she stood up from the school. With her head held high, she walked to the Slytherin table, allowing Regulus his first real look at her. She was average height with slightly tanned skin, a slim build, dark hair, and green eyes.

She stopped at the end of the table, her green eyes scanned the occupants. Her eyes landed on Regulus as a smirk crossed her lips. She resumed her walk, stopping next to Regulus.

“I hope you don't mind, but I want that seat,” she stated, a challenging tone in her voice.

Regulus shot a glare at Hazel Greengrass as she scrambled to move.

“Thank you,” Hedera said as she claimed the seat for herself. Turning to Regulus she offered a smile. “I think we'll be great friends.”

 

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Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Cedric Diggory/Hazel Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; female!Harry Potter (Hazel); het; soulmates; soul identifying marks; Cedric Diggory is mean; and angst with unhappy ending
Prompts: (AU) Soulmate

 


039. Those Words


 

 

Hazel Potter bit her lip to keep from sodding. She still couldn’t believe it. For a moment, she was happy -- so happy. It was all coming together. For a moment, it looked like she would have a bright future -- the future the words on her arm promised.

Green eyes fell onto her sleeve. With a slightly shaking hand, Hazel pulled the sleeve. Underneath the sleeve were the words that promised her a future -- a future with love. Almost everyone was born with a soulmark. The soulmark were the words an individual first said.

Hazel’s words had comforted her for years. When she had a bad day or when the Dursleys remarked upon no one ever loving her, Hazel turned to her words. These words presented someone out in the world -- someone would someday love her. No matter what, Hazel was reminded of someone loving her.

Running her fingertip over the words, Hazel traced them. These words would no longer offer comfort or represent a future with her soulmate.

Careful, careful. Just sit down. That was quiet the nasty fall you took there .

After all, Cedric Diggory didn’t want the Heir of Slytherin to be his soulmate -- to be his future.

These loving words were followed a week later by hurtful words, denouncing her and denouncing any possibility of a future together. So mote it be! Cedric Diggory swore on his magic, taking an Unbreakable Vow.

Against her will, a sob escape her lips as tears fell onto her words.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Oliver Wood/Hattie Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; female!Harry Potter (Hattie); and het

 


040. Perchance to Dream


 

 

The first time they met, Oliver Wood was dismissed from Defense Against the Dark Arts by Professor Quirrell to meet with Professor McGonagall. Out in the hallway, he found his Head of House waiting with small first year girl fresh from her Flying class, complete with a school issued broomstick in hand.

“Wood, I've found you a Seeker!” declared Professor McGonagall with a grin. She motioned to the first year.

The first year, a girl with long and messy dark hair and glasses, looked confused as she glanced between the professor and the older student.

As Oliver watched the first year, he was interested in what Professor McGonagall saw in her. With her build and stature, she was the first size to be a fast Seeker.

“Well, come on,” Oliver said, motioning for the first year to follow him.

The girl had difficulty keeping up with his long strides, but she didn't complain.

“How long have you been playing Quidditch?” Oliver asked, glancing down at the girl. Hopefully her parents could spend her a broomstick because the ones from school sucked. She couldn't be able to catch the Snitch with that broom.

“I haven't,” she muttered.

Oliver frowned. He didn't understand her answer. She hadn't what? “Come again?” he asked, trying to remain polite.

“I haven't played before,” she answered.

While he didn't like her lack of experience, it couldn't be helped. Some parents were overprotective and they didn't allow their children to play Quidditch until they were attending Hogwarts. “How long have you been flying?” he asked.

“A day,” the girl answered.

Oliver stopped, turning to stare at the first year girl in shock. “A day?” he repeated.

Biting her lip, the girl nodded as she grew nervous. Her grip on the school broomstick had tightened and she looking around, as if mapping an escape route.

“Why did McGonagall bring you to me?” he asked, crossing his arms. He knew Professor McGonagall had a reason because she loved Quidditch and she was the pleasure of winning the Inter-House Quidditch Tournament, stealing the Cup away from the Slytherins and Professor Snape.

“She caught me flying,” the girl replied.

“During your Flying class?” Oliver was confused. Why would Professor McGonagall watch the first year class? Last he checked, they were that desperate for a Seeker.

“I, it,” the girl stuttered. “She saw me catching Neville's remembrall,” she said meekly, holding up a small remembrall, “while Madam Hooch took him to the Hospital Wing.”

“Was that your first time on a broom?” he asked, feeling overwhelmed.

The girl nodded.

Oliver stared at her for a moment, slowly processing everything she said. She had never flown before today and she probably only had the basic lesson before catching the remembrall.

“Let's go,” Oliver muttered as he resumed their course to the Quidditch pitch. He needed to see this girl in action.

The rest of the walk to the Quidditch pitch was silent. When they arrived, Oliver instructed the girl to wait for him as he ducked into the Gryffindor locker room to retrieve his broom. Due to his rush, Oliver forgot his broom the night before.

With his broom in hand, Oliver rejoined the girl on the pitch.

“What's your name?” Oliver asked with a frown. He couldn't recall Professor McGonagall mentioning it.

“H-Hattie,” the girl replied in a whisper.

“Well, c'mon, Hattie,” Oliver said as he mounted his broom before kicking off the ground.

Hattie carefully studied his actions before she mounted the school broom. She kicked off of the ground, slowly ascending in the air.

“Fly a lap,” Oliver ordered. He needed to see what he was working with in terms of form.

Biting her lip, Hattie leaped right on her broom. A few seconds later, she was steering left then going up and down.

All the while, Oliver watched her actions with a frown. She didn't look too promising. He watched as she worked on steering the broom for half a lap before she got the hang of steering. With a little effort, she completed the first lap before flying the first half again. Once she was done, she flew back over Oliver.

As she neared, Oliver saw the smile on her face and the excitement in her eyes. At least she liked flying.

“How'd I do?” she asked, excitement in her tone.

“Not bad,” Oliver replied. It was painfully clear she lacked experience. He had a feeling this wouldn't be a good match, no matter what Professor McGonagall said.

“Do you think you could teach me?” she asked, looking sheepish.

“Didn't you learn anything from Madam Hooch?” Oliver asked. Did he look like the bloody Flying instructor? He was a Quiddith captain, not a teacher.

“She taught us how to a mount a broom,” Hattie answered, her smile turning into a frown. “She had to take Neville to the Hospital Wing before she could teach us anymore.”

Oliver found his eyes widening at the girl's story. All she learned was how to mount a broom before Professor McGonagall caught her. “Pay attention,” he ordered, deciding to give the girl a quick crash course. At the very least she needed to learn the safety procedures.

Hattie smiled and nodded.

The quick lesson turned into an afternoon spent on the Quidditch pitch. Hattie was eager to learn, and she soaked up everything Oliver told her. After an hour of listening, Hattie grew restless and she started steering her broom in circles as she listened.

“How do you need me to tryout?” Hattie asked.

Oliver glanced over at her. What did she need to tryout for?

“Aren't I supposed to tryout for Seeker?” she asked with a frown. “I thought that's why McGonagall brought me to you.”

Since she wanted to tryout, Oliver wasn't going to argue with her. Technically, she was already on the team. “You need to catch the Snitch,” Oliver answered with a frown. There was no way he was letting her try while she was riding a school broom. She needed to borrow someone else's.

Diving down to the ground, Oliver dismounted his broom before he headed into the Gryffindor locker room. While it was rude, he opened up all of the lockers, looking to see if anyone had left their broomstick behind. He found one in Katie Bell's locker. He glanced over her Comet before deciding it would do. Next, he grabbed the set of practice balls that belonged to the team. With some difficulty, he hauled everything out of the locker room.

Out on the pitch, he found Hattie flying around. At the moment, she flying up and down, performing a series of dives. As he watched her, Oliver knew she would be an excellent choice.

“Hattie!” he called as she pulled out of a dive.

She glanced over before flying towards him. When she got close enough, she dismounted the school broom with a few stumbles.

“Here,” he tossed his broom at her. He felt it was already irresponsible of him to take Katie's broom without her permission. It would be worse if he lent it to someone else.

Hattie took the broom, shooting a confused look as she placed the school broom aside.

“You'll need something faster,” Oliver promised as he opened the ball case. He pulled the practice Snitch out before setting it a slower speed. With the Snitch in hand, Oliver took off into the air on Katie's broom.

Hattie followed behind him.

Once they were facing one another, Oliver released the Snitch.

With wide eyes, Hattie watched as it zoomed around the field. After it was released, Hattie was taking off on Oliver's broom to chase it.

Oliver waited, watching as Hattie flew up into the air to scan for the Snitch. Five minutes later, Hattie was speeding off in a dive. Growing a little bored, Oliver steered Katie's broom around the field. He watched as Hattie laughed and chased around the small golden ball.

A full thirty minutes after he released it, Hattie was triumphant in catching the Snitch and she returned it to Oliver with a wide smile.

“Very good, Hattie,” Oliver said, finding himself breathless as he looked into her green eyes.

“When can I go again?” she asked, eagerness in her voice.

“I don't know,” Oliver admitted as they returned to the ground.

Hattie frowned at the answer.

“You need to get a broom, first,” he explained before she could say anything. “We'll talk to McGonagall.”

Despite the frown, Hattie eagerly agreed. It was clear she wanted to fly. After putting everything away, Oliver escorted Hattie to the cupboard where Madam Hooch stored the school brooms before they headed to the Great Hall for dinner.

It wasn't until later than evening Oliver learned his new Seeker's full name. He dropped Professor McGonagall's office to inquire about a broom for Hattie.

“She takes after her father,” Professor McGonagall boasted with a grin and a sparkle in her eyes.

“Who?” Oliver asked.

“Henrietta Potter, of course,” the professor replied. “I can finally see something of her parents in the girl.”

“Hattie?” Oliver asked, a little confused. He knew the Girl-Who-Lived was a Gryffindor, but he hadn't thought Henrietta Potter, the Girl-Who-Lived, and Hattie, his new Seeker, were the same perosn.

Professor McGonagall nodded, seemingly trapped in her own memories. “I thought she would be an outstanding student, like Lily, or a troublemaker, like James.”

A few minutes later found Oliver walking back to the Gryffindor Tower, his head swirling as he tried to process the news his Seeker was Henrietta Potter. It was crazy!

 

...

 

That night marked the first of many where Oliver found himself dreaming about Hattie – his Seeker. This dream was innocent. Thanks to Hattie, Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup and they beat everyone, including a large victory against Slytherin. Over the next two years, the dreams remained innocent.

Everything changed the summer after Oliver graduated, when he ran into Hattie at the Quidditch World Cup. She was dressed in cut-off shorts with a tank top and a pair of sneakers with long hair pulled back in a french braid.

“Oliver!” she greeted before throwing her arms around him.

Oliver returned the hug, feeling awkward. He was checking her out! When she was younger, Oliver knew she was cute and adorable, but he didn't think she would grow up to be this beautiful. He knew she would only get better with age.

Holding her close, Oliver was overcome with a sense of longing. He wanted Hattie.

As he released her, Oliver thought back to all the time they had spent together. As if taking a Bludger to the head, he realized he cared about Hattie. Maybe he wasn't in love with her, but he easily could be. All he needed was time.

“Will you write me?” Oliver asked, his tone soft.

“Of course,” Hattie promised before she ran off with her two friends, Granger and Ronald.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Severus Snape/Jamie Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; female!James Potter (Jamie); het; mild bashing of Lily Evans; and Severus Snape is out of character
Prompt: (Character) James Potter in (AU) Genderbender

 


041. First Choice


 

 

Jamie Potter pressed her lips together in a frown as she watched Severus Snape talking to Lily Evans. It was obviously Evans didn't want to talk to Snape, but she was nodding along like she cared. Jamie knew from Evans' body language – she was leaning away from Snape, her eyes weren't looking at him, and her smile was forced.

With a sigh, Jamie turned her attention back to her Potions' essay. She needed to find a few more books before she could began to write it. Biting back a sigh, she stood up and headed towards the card catalogue since she didn't know where the books were. Unfortunately, the card catalogue was a few feet away from where Snape and Evans were talking.

“–you interest?” Snape asked, an eager look in his dark eyes.

Evans' smile turned from forced to mean. “No,” she answered, shaking her head.

Snape's face fell. “Why not?” he asked.

“Because girls like me don't go out with guys like you,” Evans explained. “Sev, you matter to me, but I will never date a Slytheirn.”

Jamie peaked over her shoulder to look at Snape. His face was blank. Why was Snape interested in Evans? There were better girls available. She bit her lip as she debated her course of action – whether or not to interfere.

“I'm so glad you understand,” Evans said with a smile, her first real one of the conversation. “Now, do you want work together on that Potions' assignment?”

Her hand tightened into a fist as Jamie came to a decision. She turned around. “Sorry, Evans,” she said, “but Snape already agreed to work with me.”

Both Evans and Snape turned to look at her. Surprise flashed over Snape's face before he returned to his blank face while Evans' eyes narrowed.

“What are you talking about, Potter?” demanded Evans. “Severus always asks me first.”

“Not anymore,” Jamie said, “because we're already working together.”

Evans looked between Jamie and Snape with narrowed green eyes. “Severus, is this true?” she demanded, turning to her childhood friend.

Snape's dark eyes fell onto Jamie. “Yes,” he answered, “Potter is my first choice.”

A sense of excitement rushed through Jamie. She was his first choice . As soon as the feeling came, it disappeared. She wasn't his first choice because his first choice was always Evans.

Evans stormed without another word.

“What potion are we doing, Potter?” Snape asked, turning to look at Jamie.

“I was thinking the Polyjuice,” she answered, a blush forming on her cheeks.

Snape nodded, walking forward to look through the card catalogue.

“My idea was to brew two versions,” Jamie explained. “One with the standard ingredients, and the second with fresh ones.”

“Why?” Snape asked, thumbing through the records.

“I'm think there would be a different reaction with the fresh ingredients,” Jamie replied, “and the ones I'm tending to should be superior.”

Turning to look at Jamie, Snape asked, “Why me?”

Her blush darkened as Jamie fought the urge to duck her head. She was a Gryffindor and she would handle this head-on with courage. “Because you're my first choice,” she answered in a soft tone.

There was an unreadable expression on Snape's face before he led Jamie to Madam Pince.

 

...

 

After successfully completing their potions project together, Snape started seeking Jamie out for further projects. Each time Snape sought her out caused Jamie's heart to skip a beat. As they worked more together, the better Jamie got to know Snape. Knowing Snape's interest in Defense and Dueling, she passed his name along to Edmund Ellis, the world's leading dueling instructor and an old family friend. Edmund was looking for new students, specifically ones interested in Masteries.

Jamie kept her actions a secret because she wasn't positive how Snape would react. While this wasn't charity, it wasn't something he applied for on his own. This type of apprenticeships were rare and cost a good amount of money. Edmund wasn't like most masters, he wanted students with passion and the drive to succeed over students with money connections, and power family name.

All she really did was offer Edmund a lead on a possible student. From there, Edmund would decide whether or not to look into the student. Edmund would make his decision based on academic records and teacher references.

As the year spend by, Jamie forgot about the letter under the looming threat of OWLs. These exams were critically important. A lot of her future hopes and dreams relaid on the results.

 

...

 

“Potter!” called Snape as he stalked up to her in the Great Hall. He was glaring and there was a piece of parchment gripped in his hand.

Jamie turned, offering her classmate a smile. Despite the look on Snape's face, Jamie maintained her smile.

“What is this?” Snape demanded, thrusting the parchment out towards her.

Taking the parchment, Jamie skimmed it over. It was an acceptance letter from Edmund Ellis. “An apprenticeship?” she asked, glancing up from the parchment. She offered Snape a sheepish smile.

Snape's glare increased. “And how did I get it?” he asked, his tone soft and dangerous.

“You earned,” Jamie answered, looking back down at the letter. “You have excellent grades, good teamwork skills, leadership skills, and your OWL results are promising.”

Snape continued to glare.

Shrugging, Jamie added, “I sent Edmund your name, but you earned it.” She offered Snape the letter back.

His glare softened, slightly. “Why did you do this?” he asked.

“I know you're interested in Defense and Dueling,” Jamie explained, “and Edmund is looking for new students. I thought you would be a good candidate.”

“Thank you,” Snape whispered before he turned around and walked back to the Slytherin table.

Jamie smiled to herself as she headed towards the Gryffindor table.

 

...

 

The summer passed with Jamie practicing her Quidditch skills, as both a Chaser and a Seeker. She was hoping to earn the position of Seeker this next school year. In between practice, she completed her summer homework, and she started studying for her classes next year. Jamie was determined to do well in Transfigurations, Charms, and Arithmancy class.

Jamie heard plenty from most of her friends. Sirius Black moved in, and her parents unofficially adopted her, Remus Lupin was visiting family, Alice Monroe was dating Frank Longbottom, and Marlene McKinnon was modeling for Witch Weekly.

She was upset not to hear from Snape, but she knew he would be busy with his apprenticeship. Edmund Ellis was notorious for working his apprentices hard.

 

...

 

Jamie didn't see Snape until the second of September when they had classes together. She hadn't recognized him at first, and she only recognized him Professor McGonagall called on him at the beginning of classes.

A blush quickly formed on her cheeks as she looked her friend over. This summer had been kind to Snape. He grown six inches to a good height of six foot one inch. His body had gained muscle definition, and his skin had healthy tan. The changes continued to Snape's shoulder length, dark hair that was neat and shiny instead of greasy.

After Transfigurations was dismissed, Jamie ran up to Snape in the hallway, eager to talk to him about his summer. As she neared him, Evans jumped onto Snape's arm, leaning in towards her childhood friend.

Jamie sighed as she watched the pair walk away. It looked like Snape got his girl. At Snape was happy, Jamie reflected with a forced smile.

 

...

 

“Potter,” Snape greeted a few days later when he found Jamie in a small table at the back of the library. He sat his bag down and pulled up a seat.

“Snape,” Jamie smiled, trying to ignore the way her heart skipped a beat. This was stupid. She needed to get over this crush on Snape. It wouldn't do her any good.

“I'm thinking we should try to brew the Felix Felicis this year,” he said, pushing a book towards her.

Jamie pulled the book closer as she scanned over the page. There were handwritten notes in margins detailing short cuts in the brewing process. “Sounds good,” she said. She glanced up at Snape, “Would you rather work with Evans?”

Snape's face closed off at the mention of his childhood friend. “Don't you want to work together?”

“Well, yeah,” she said, “but I'm sure if you want to.”

Reaching out, Snape placed his hand on top of Jamie's. “It's like you said,” he whispered, “you're my first choice.”

Jamie felt her cheeks burn. “Really?” she whispered, desperation in her tone.

Severus smiled before leaning forward to pull Jamie into a kiss. “It's like you taught me, Jamie,” he muttered against her lips.

With a smile, she pulled him back into a kiss.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Relationship: Siblings – Sirius Black and Rana Black
Warnings: alternate universe; gen; female!Regulus Black (Rana); Black family is evil; mentions of child abuse; and bashing of Walburga Black
Prompt: Sirius took his [sister] with him when he ran away.


042. Escape


 

 

Rana Black flinched, looking away from her brother. She couldn't recall a time she had ever seen such a cold look on his face. While the look wasn't directed at her, the sight of it was unsettling. Sirius was meant to smile and laugh, not to look cold and murderous.

“Come with me,” Sirius said, his tone hard.

Sneaking a look at her brother, she whispered, “Why?”

Sirius' cold look melted into an unreadable expression, looking every bit the Heir Black their parents wanted. “Because you aren't safe here,” he answered. “Look at what mother and father do to you.”

Sirius surged forward, causing Rana to flinch. He shoved the sleeve of her robes up, revealing her right arm. He had a tight grip on her as his grey eyes took in the bruises and the scars from the Blood Quill, I will act like a respectable pure-blood witch worthy of the House of Black. I know, understand, and will fulfill my duties for the glory of my house.

Rana closed her eyes and she turned away from her arm. She knew what her parents did to her – she knew better than anyone.

“Ray,” Sirius whispered, his tone gentle, “mother and father give you these.” He ran his thumb over the words and the bruise.

Peeking her eyes open, she stared at her brother through her lashes. Rana bit her lip, think about what to say. I deserve it . I should know better than to dream . I know what's excepted of me. The words were stuck in her throat, trying to escape.

Rana said nothing as she turned her attention to her right arm, taking in the words scarred onto her arm and the bruises from the cane. She didn't want to suffer that, but if she left than she would lose everything.

“Who would want me?” she whispered, tears entering her eyes. All Rana ever dreamed of was a family – a loving husband and children. As a daughter of the main branch of the Black family, Rana was considered cattle to be sold to the highest bidder. If she born into a different branch, Rana might have a chance at a good husband.

Sirius' expression softened. “I'll find someone,” he promised.

Rana stared at her brother. “Okay,” she whispered.

Without another word, Sirius pulled her with him as he flew up to their bedrooms. Instead of heading to his own room, Sirius entered Rana room. He grabbed her trunk and he quickly started packing her belongings. Rana stood behind him as she watched her brother. When he was done with Rana's trunk, Sirius closed and locked before he took it and his sister into his room.

On Sirius' bed sat his trunk, all packed and ready to go.

Sirius pulled out his wand and he cast to spells, shrinking both trunks. He placed the trunks in his pocket.

“Where's your wand?” he asked, turning to his sister.

“Father took it,” Rana whispered. Upon their return from Hogwarts, Orion took his daughter's wand as punish for her poor grades, though most people would consider Exceeds Expectations and Outstandings to good grades. She was expected to obtain all Outstanding and be ranked first in her year, not third between a blood traitor and a mudblood.

“You'll get a new one,” Sirius promised. He walked forward and he pulled his sister into a hug.

 

...

 

Sirius and Rana remained in Sirius' bedroom until midnight. Rana followed her brother as he led her from his room down to kitchen. The pair walked as quietly as they could, forced to escape the house without magic.

From the kitchen, Sirius headed to the backyard. He began planning his escape when he arrived to Grimmauld Place. The door was unlocked and the alarms were disabled. Original, Sirius had planned to escape by himself, but he couldn't abandoned Rana to their parents. Poor, sweet Rana would wilt if she remained alone with Orion and Walburga.

Once they were outside, Sirius and Rana moved quickly. Walburga was a paranoid witch and she had several curses and alarms spread around the house. When they reached the fence, Sirius stopped and he lifted his sister up. Rana grabbed onto the top of the fence and she heaved herself up before swinging a leg to the other side. As she shifted her weight to her hands, she swung her other leg over. Taking a deep breath, Rana lowered herself a little slower to the ground before letting down. She landed on her feet before falling over.

Sirius followed a few seconds behind her. He picked himself up before offering his sister a hand, which she took. Hand and hand, the pair ran several blocks away before Sirius pulled out his wand to summon the Knight Bus.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: James Potter/Narcissa Black
Warnings: alternate universe; het; good!Narcissa Black; and Sirius Black is protective
Prompt: (Scenario) James Potter has a new crush.

 


043. Take a Chance


 

 

For the tenth time that day, James Potter caught his eyes straining over to the Slytherins – currently, it was the Slytherin table during lunch. Forcing his eyes back onto his plate, James thought about his situation.

After six years, James had moved on from Lily Evans. Unfortunately, his newest crush was even more hopeless than the last. What would Narcissa Black, the Ice Princess of Slytherin, want to do with him? In addition, there were rumors circulating that Narcissa was betrothed to Lucius Malfoy over the summer.

Fighting the urge to look over at the Slytherin table, James tried to turn his interest back to Lily Evans – the safe option. After six years, James had come to accept he would never have a chance with her, but he still tried – the classic Potter hardheadedness, according to his mother.

James turned, his gaze on Lily Evans. She sat several feet away, talking and laughing with her friends. She got a haircut over the summer, her red hair cut to shoulder length. Personally, James preferred her long red hair. In fact, his new favorite was long, blonde hair.

As if sensing his gaze, Evans turned to meet his eyes. She scowled at the sight of him before resuming her conversation. With a sigh, James turned his attention back to his plate.

Maybe Evans wasn't the safe option, but she was a better option than Narcissa. At least with Evans, James understood he never stood a chance.

“Are you alright, James?” Peter Pettigrew asked, eyeing his friend.

“You've been out of it, Prongs,” Sirus Black agreed.

“I'm fine,” James replied, “just thinking about all the homework.”

Sirius and Peter both groaned at the thought of their pile of homework, which was only continuing to grow.

While Peter seemed to accept the answer, Sirius eyed his best friend. He knew that was a lie or it wasn't the whole story. He knew James pretty well, and knowing his friend, he would be getting some answers in the next few days.

Sneaking a peak over at the Slytherin table, James watched as Narcissa poured herself a glass of water as she conversed with Peony Greengrass and Sabrine Zabini. As he watched her, James reflected on the meaning of her name. In Greek Mythology, Narcissus was a vain man who fell in love with his own reflection. As a flower, narcissus flower represented vanity.

In all of his observations, James found that Narcissa didn't life up to her name or the meaning of the narcissus flower. While she could be self-centered, she made time to help younger students adjust to the castle and to assist them with their schoolwork. Narcissa was a good student, falling somewhere in the top ten in their year. When it came to speaking, Narcissa spoke with a gentle tone using truthful words.

Thinking about it, Narcissa Black was the type of woman James wanted to marry: caring, gentle, good with children, and self-assured. She knew what she wanted, and she knew how to get it.

Seated across from James, Sirius watched his best friend with narrowed eyes. He knew that dopey look on James' face and those eyes. It was a face that used to be associated with Evans, but it was now directed to his cousin. Knowing James, he would treat Narcissa right, but Sirius needed a little time to adjust to the idea of James and his cousin.

 

...

 

A week and a half later found Sirius ready to kill James. He continued to act like a love-sick puppy, pining away from a far. If he wanted Narcissa to notice him, James had to ask her out. As far as Narcissa knew, no one was interested in her outside of Lucius Malfoy.

“Just ask her out already!” Sirius snapped at dinner one night as he slammed his fork onto the table.

Several heads turned towards Sirius. He glared at most of the people until they returned to their previous activity.

Turning to his best friend, he explained, “She's single. Ask her out or move on.”

James stared at his best friend, opening and closing his mouth a few times. “Who?” he finally asked.

Closing his eyes, Sirius counted to ten. What was it with James and being stupid in love? It was like his brain stopped functioning when he fell in love with someone new. “My cousin,” he answered, opening his eyes in order to glare at his best friend, “Narcissa is single.”

James opened and closed his mouth a few times before he settled on saying, “Single?”

“Yes,” Sirius confirmed, speaking at a slow pace.

James glanced over at the Slytherin table for a few second before he turned his attention to his dinner. He quickly finished his piece of chicken before drinking the rest of his water. After he was done eating, he got up and walked across the Great Hall.

Sirius watched his movements, rolling his eyes.

Over at the Slytherin table, James stopped next to Narcissa. “Miss Black,” he said, drawing her attention.

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Yes?” she asked.

“I was wondering if you would accompany me on a picnic tomorrow?” he asked.

Narcissa stared at James for a minute before replying, “It's raining.”

James nodded. “The Astronomy Tower is warded,” he explained.

“Alright,” she agreed.

James smiled, looking a little goofy.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Relationship: Cousins – Sirius Black and Narcissa Black
Warnings: alternate universe; and Gryffindor!Narcissa Black
Prompt: (AU) Different House

 


044. Them Against the World


 

 

“Black, Narcissa!” called Minerva McGonagall as she looked up from her roll of parchment at the group of new students.

When her name was called, Narcissa Black squared her shoulders and lifted her head up before walking forward. This was the first impression people would remember her by. She was determined to show fearlessness and elegance before her Sorting, unlike some of her year-mates had shown nerves and shakiness. Those were a good first impression.

As a daughter of the House of Black, Narcissa was held to high standards. She was the youngest of her three sisters and she was the youngest female in her family. It was her duty to leave a flawless first impression before being Sorted in Slytherin. It was the best way to secure a good pure-blood marriage for her. Her parents had their sights set on either Lucius Malfoy or Sirius Black.

Unfortunately for her family, Narcissa disagreed with their plans. She wasn't going to be the Slytherin Ice Princess they expected her to be. Narcissa had decided she wouldn't be a Slytherin when Lucius Malfoy was Sorted there. She wasn't going to be in the same House as Malfoy, and no one in the family could make her.

When she was seated on the stool, the Sorting Hat was lowered over her eyes, blocking her view of the Great Hall and the numerous students. Taking a deep breath, Narcissa forced herself to remain calm. She was nervous. She would be the first Black to break the tradition of being Sorted into Slytherin.

“Interesting, very interesting,” the voice of the Sorting Hat whispered in her ears. “You're ambition is worthy of Slytherin.”

“Not Slytherin!” Narcissa demanded, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't want to go to Slytherin, and she would be damned if she let this Hat force her there.

“I understand, child,” the Hat said, a chuckle in his voice. “I'm just trying to decide where to put you. You won't do well in Hufflepuff, and you're not much of a Ravenclaw. That leaves Slytherin and Gryffindor.”

“A Gryffindor I shall be,” Narcissa stated. She didn't have much against Gryffindors, but they weren't the smartest individuals. That would be changing as Narcissa joined them.

“I wish you the best of luck in GRYFFINDOR!” the Sorting Hat said, shouting the last word.

The hall filled with silence as Narcissa took the Hat off before passing it to a stunned Professor McGonagall. With her head held high, Narcissa stood up and she walked towards her new housemates. A few Gryffindors traded looks before a weak clapping followed.

As Narcissa took her seat, her eyes drifted over to the Slytherin table, where her sisters sat. Bellatrix had her eyes narrowed, glaring at her youngest sister, while Andromeda raised an eyebrow, studying her younger sister.

Turning, Narcissa found her cousin, Sirius Black, staring at her with wide eyes and his mouth open.

“Black, Sirius,” Professor McGonagall called, pulling his attention.

With one last glance at Narcissa, Sirius turned and walked up to the stool for his own Sorting.

A moment later, Sirius was joining Narcissa at the Gryffindor table with a sheepish grin.

“At least we're in this together,” Sirius whispered as he sat down next to his cousin.

Narcissa smiled. “Us against them,” she agreed.

“Bet I get the worst howler,” he said.

“Only a fool would take that bet,” Narcissa stated. “Aunt Walburga is something else.”

They shared a laughed before they turned their attention to the Sorting.

 

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Bellatrix Black
Warnings: alternate universe; het; and original character (Ivy Greengrass)
Prompts: (Character) Bellatrix Lestrange; and (Emotion) Jealousy

 


045. Realizations


 

 

At the start of her second year, Bellatrix Black fell in love. It would take a few years for her to realize it, and a little longer to admit it to herself. He was a first year with white-blonde hair, grey eyes, and pale skin. His stance and posture screamed pure-blood heir. It wasn't until Minerva McGonagall called his name that Bellatrix learned who he was: Lucius Malfoy. Like his family, Lucius was Sorted into Slytherin.

Over the next three years, Bellatrix found herself obsessed with Lucius. He was the leader of Slytherin in his year, and he was a top student, falling somewhere in the top five of his year. Lucius knew how to act like a Slytherin: cunning, resourcefulness, and ambition. From what Bellatrix had heard and gathered, Lucius had interests in pursuing a career in Spell Crafting.

It wasn't until a Hogsmeade in her fifth year, Bellatrix started to realize that she had feelings for Lucius. She saw him kissing a Hufflepuff girl in the Three Broomsticks. The sight of the action enraged Bellatrix. She ended up storming out of the pub, leaving behind her friends as she returned to the castle.

“What's going on with you?” demanded Ivy Greengrass, cornering Bellatrix in their dorm later that night. “Why did you take off like that today?”

“I don't know what you're taking about,” Bellatrix lied.

Ivy crossed her arms, glaring at her best friend. “Tell me the truth,” she stated.

Bellatrix looked at her best friend. She shrugged, “I don't really know. I saw Lucius kissing that girl and I got angry.”

Ivy stared at her friend for a long moment. “Is that what's going on with you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What are you talking about?” Bellatrix asked, staring at her in confusion.

Tilting her head, Ivy studied her friend. “You'll figure it out,” she promised with a smile. She left the dorm without another word.

Bellatrix watched her friend left with a growing sense of confusion. What was Ivy going on about?

It took Bellatrix a few months to figure it out. She watched as Lucius went from dating the Hufflepuff to dating a Ravenclaw to another Hufflepuff. Each time she heard about Lucius dating someone she was overcome with a sense of anger. She figured out that anger was jealous.

She was jealous. What was she jealous of? Was it Lucius or those girls?

Bellatrix quickly determined it was the girls because she really liked Lucius. The realization dawned on her a few weeks before the end of the term.

At first, she denied it. Why would she like Lucius Malfoy?

Over the summer, Bellatrix was able to admit it to herself. She fancied Lucius Malfoy.

When she returned for her sixth year, Bellatrix knew she wanted Lucius for herself. She was determined to try to get him. It was improper for a witch to approach a wizard about dating or courting. Despite protocol, Bellatrix decided to approach Lucius. She was a typical witch. Bellatrix waited two weeks before approaching Lucius in the corridor.

“Are you taking anyone to Hogsmeade next week?” Bellatrix asked.

Lucius looked at her with narrowed grey eyes. “No,” he answered.

“Good,” Bellatrix said with a smile. “You'll be taking me.”

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Relationship: Friendship – George Weasley and Alicia Spinnet
Warnings: alternate universe; gen; McGonagall got high off of catnip; George Weasley learns teenaged girls can be scary; and chair safety
Prompt: (Character) Alicia Spinnet

 


046. Lighten Up and Have Fun


 

 

Crossing her arms, Alicia Spinnet shot a glare at George Weasley. This was all his fault! She scowled when George cheekily grinned and waved at her. Turning her head away from him, she decided to ignore him since he couldn't take this seriously enough.

Professor McGonagall was on a warpath, and no one was safe. Someone slipped her catnip while she was in her animagus form, and she got stoned. While high on the catnip, McGonagall showed up at her fifth year Transfigurations class, instead of teaching she used her heightened sense to find food the students were sneaking around.

This was one class shared between Slytherins and Gryffindors that would go down in history because they teamed up to watch their cat-professor guzzle anything she could find. Fred Weasley, George's identical twin brother, had ran down to the kitchens to find milk and tuna.

Unfortunately, Fred was spotted as he returned to the classroom. Professor Sprout was leaving the Hufflepuff common room when she saw Fred leaving the kitchens. Sensing something was amiss, Sprout followed him all the way back to the Transfigurations classroom where she heard the combined laughter of the Slytherins and the Gryffindors. Given the rivalry between the two Houses, Sprout knew something was wrong.

Five minutes after Fred entered the classroom, she followed him in. Sprout was at a loss of words when she spotted her colleague guzzling milk in front of the cheering students while they raged a debate on what to give the cat-professor next.

Nonetheless, Sprout put an end to the activities. She picked up the cat form of her colleague before assigning each and every student detention. Without knowing what to do, Sprout was forced to dismiss the class, much to the students' enjoyment.

Later that day found a sober McGonagall seeking answers and vengeance. Since Sprout saw one of the Weasley twins leaving the kitchens, she started there by assigning both Fred and George numerous detentions, to be served with Filch. After Fred and George were in detention, the professor turned to the twins' friends and accomplices – Lee Jordan, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia. When none of them confessed to the crime, or implicated the twins, McGonagall assigned them detention as well.

Tonight Alicia and George were serving detention with Professor Trelawney since McGonagall was running out of other professors and punishments. The Divinations professor hadn't bothered to show up, yet.

“C'mon, Alicia,” George said. “Lighten up and have some fun.”

Alicia turned back to look at George, shooting him a nasty glare. “Fun? You wanna have some fun!” she demanded, her voice increasing in volume. “How about we tie the Giant Squid's tentacles together? Or we trick the house-elves into serving breakfast food at dinnertime? Oh, how about we lock Filch in his office?”

“Can you slow down some?” George asked, scribbling away on a piece of parchment.

At a loss for words, Alicia glared at friend as she stood up before shrieking.

George looked up, meeting her eyes. His life flashed before his eyes based off of the look on her face. Never in his life had George seen someone so mad – including his mother. “Joking, joking,” he said, holding his arms up.

That did nothing to calm her down, and it seemed only to make her a little madder. Alicia advanced towards her friend from across the room.

The closer she got, the more George started fearing for his own life. “C'mon, Alicia,” he begged, “you don't want to do this.”

Stopping in front of George's desk, Alicia slammed her hands down. “I don't know what I want,” she hissed, leaning in close to George.

As she leaned in, George leaned back. Unfortunately, he leaned too far back and his chair fell over. He fell backwards, thinking about all of the pranks he never got to pull and all of the victims that were spared.

Alicia found herself calming down as she watched her friend fall backwards. She found herself laughing as George scrambled up.

“Come off it,” George snapped. “It's not that funny.”

“But we're finally having fun,” Alicia teased, “isn't that what you wanted?”

Unable to form a response, George crossed his arms and he glared at his friend.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Dean Thomas/Padma Patil
Warnings: alternate universe; het; Lavender Brown lives; mentions of gore; mentions of death and murder; mentions of dead bodies; and mentions of femslash
Prompt: (Ravenclaw Student) Padma Patil

 


047. Time and Place


 

 

During the Battle of Hogwarts, Padma Patil fell in love amongst the bloodshed and the death. At the beginning of the battle, she was working with her twin sister. They had sworn to remain by one another's side during the battle, but they were separated when Parvati Patil ran to aid her friend, Lavender Brown, against Fenrir Greyback, barely sparing a word to her twin sister.

In fact, Padma hadn't noticed until she pushed out of the way by a Killing Curse. As she laid on the ground, she caught sight of Parvati and Lavender fighting against the werewolf. While Padma couldn't fault her sister in aiding her best friend, she was bitter. Parvati left her exposed and vulnerable. If it hadn't been for Dean Thomas, Padma would have been killed.

“You alright?” Dean asked, glancing down at her.

“I'm good,” Padma replied in a daze, “thanks to you.”

Dean smiled. “Someone has to look after you, Padma,” he said as he stood up. Once he was standing, he offered Padma his hand.

Taking hold of his hand, Padma was pulled to her feet and she felt a rush of emotions. “You know who I am?” she asked, dumbfounded.

“Of course,” Dean answered, firing a hex at a nearby Death Eater.

Following his actions, Padma resumed her spell casting.

“I've got your back,” Dean promised, his breath warm against her ear.

Padma fought the urge to shiver. This was not the time or the place. She had to save these emotional reactions for later, after the battle ended.

The pair continued to fight back to back for the remainder of the battle. Dean was never more than an arm length away, though he preferred to fight at Padma's side, facing in the other direction. As the battle raged on, Padma was filled with a surge of energy. She couldn't give up. Dean was counting on her.

Between duels and spells, they shared a few words. Padma didn't know that much about Dean. Everything she knew was limited to what she had observed in class, and what her sister shared. She knew he was a Gryffindor and he was in her year. His best subject was Charms, and he hated using a quill. Last year, he briefly dated Ginny Weasley. According to her twin sister, Dean was an artist.

When the fighting died down, Padma remained by Dean's side instead trying to find her sister. While she wanted to find Parvati, Padma wasn't willing to leave her new partner exposed. Dean didn't deserve that. They were a team, and they had one another's back – which was something Parvati hadn't understood.

She remained by Dean's side as she looked over the dead bodies in the Great Hall. She saw a few classmates, including her roommate Su Li and Remus Lupin, the defense professor from her third year.

Padma forced herself to remain by Dean when the Dark Lord boasted about the death of Harry Potter and Hagrid presented the body. Reaching out, she took ahold of Dean's hand as she refused to give into the hopelessness that threatened to overwhelm her. She couldn't allow Harry's death to be in vain.

Dean gripped her hand back as they watched Neville Longbottom pull the Sword of Gryffindor out of the Sorting Hat and used the Sword to kill Nagini, the Dark Lord's snake. That move inspired the crowd of people to keep fighting.

As Padma fought with a renewed sense of purpose, she continued to guard Dean's back, just as he had hers. While she was fighting, she saw Dean freeze as he stared at something. When she turned to look, Padma knocked Dean out of the way of a curse.

“It's Harry!” Dean exclaimed, looking at Padma with wide eyes. “I saw Harry. He's alive!”

Padma's eyes widened. She wanted to dispute that claim with Dean, but this was Harry Potter. He had survived the Killing Curse as a baby, and it made sense he could do it again.

Instead of talking about Harry's survival, the pair got up and they resumed fighting. They could have this discussion later, when the battle was over. Padma refused to consider the possibility they wouldn't win. The fight continued until Harry triumphed over the Dark Lord.

“We did it!” Padma told Dean as she leaned against him, suddenly feeling drained.

“We did,” Dean agreed before pulling Padma into a kiss.

Despite feeling tired, Padma returned the kiss. This was her first kiss, and it was perfect.

When they felt the Great Hall, Padma hold Dean towards the Room of Requirements, determined to get some sleep. As they walked along the corridor, they were intercepted by robin.

“I'm waiting in Gryffindor Tower,” Parvati voice came from the robin. “Come find me.”

Padma scowled at the robin as it disappeared. She wanted to reunite with her twin sister, but she was mad at her. Parvati's actions had felt her exposed, and if it wasn't for Dean then she might be dead.

“Come on,” Dean whispered, throwing an arm around her shoulders. “There are beds in there.”

Unwilling to fight him, Padma allowed Dean to led them to the Gryffindor Tower.

In the common room, Padma found her sister entangled with Lavender on a couch in front of the fireplace. The pair was sound asleep. Padma stared at them for a minute she headed to the staircase.

“Aren't you coming?” she asked, turning back to look at Dean.

“Yeah,” he agreed, sprinting up to follow her.

Together, they headed into the seventh year boys' dorm. That was the first night Dean and Padma shared a bed. They were both too tired to do anything but sleep.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Oliver Wood/Demelza Robins
Warnings: alternate universe; mentions of original characters; and het
Prompts: (Character) Demelza Robins; and (Character) Oliver Wood

 


048. Learning Curve


 

 

She lived for the rush that came from flying on her broom. Growing up as the middle child of five, she was often overlooked, which Demelza Robins enjoyed. Her father focused on teaching Cadan and Nessa were well behaved while her mother focused on the twins, Massen and Goron. They didn't try to, but her parents let Demelza slip through the cracks. In addition, she wasn't close to any of her siblings. Cadan, the eldest, was a studious Ravenclaw determined to become an Unspeakable. Nessa, the older girl, was interested in finding a good husband and playing house. Then the twins had little interest in playing in the dirt and fighting.

Demelza fell in love with flying when she was five by picking up her brother's discarded birthday gift. Neither Cadan and Nessa had an interest in flying or in Quidditch. The first time she flew, Demelze clung to the broomstick for dear life, barely flying four feet above the ground. Despite the overwhelming sense of fear, Demelza continued to fly until it was fly. She went outside, day after day, to fly until she was flying twenty feet off above the ground. By then she laughed carefree, enjoying the breeze. Once she comfortable with flying, Demelza decided to challenge herself. She started doing tricks, like dives and swerves she seen in professional Quidditch matches.

When Demelza got her Hogwarts acceptance letter, she dreamed of playing Quidditch for her House team – and eventually turning professional. Upon her arrival to Hogwarts and her placement in Gryffindor, she learned the House team was full and they were a good team. Despite her dreams being dashed, Demelza continued to fly. One day, she would play for the Gryffindor team.

In her second year, Demelza brought her old broomstick to school. She spent long hours on the weekend flying around the Quidditch pitch. Early one Saturday morning, she made a friend.

“You're pretty good,” Oliver Wood told as she dismounted her broomstick.

Demelza's brown eyes widened at the sight of the seventh year. “T-thanks,” she stuttered, trying to offer the older boy a smile.

“What position do you play?” Wood asked, glancing over her.

She shrugged. “I've never actually played,” she answered. “I think I'd make a good Chaser.”

“Or a Seeker,” Wood added. “You're small enough to be fast.”

Demelza smiled. “I won't play until my seventh year,” she said. “If I can play Chaser than I'll play in my fifth year.”

Wood stared at her for a moment. “Come back here after lunch,” he ordered. “You can run some drills.”

Her eyes widened at the offer. “I will,” she promised. Practicing Quidditch after lunch meant she would stay up late tonight finishing her Potions essay, but it would be rather it.

There was a lot to learn, and she could learn from Oliver Wood and current Gryffindor Quidditch team.

That after lunch found Demelza walking onto the Quidditch pitch. In the center, Wood stood with the Weasley twins and Katie Bell.

“You'll be throwing the Quaffle back and forth with Katie, dodging Bludgers,” Wood explained.

“Any scoring?” Demelza asked.

Wood shook his head.

Kicking off the ground, Demelza flew a lap around the Quidditch pitch before bringing her broom next to Bell.

The afternoon passed quickly with Demelze getting the hang of handling the Quaflfle – catching it, throwing it, carrying it – and she had a natural talent in dodging Bludgers. By the end of the afternoon, she had managed to impress both Wood and Bell.

 

...

 

True to her word, Demelza showed up for tryouts in her fifth year. This year had an increase in people trying out, including students from other Houses and younger students that lacked experience. The increase was related to the new Quidditch Captain, Harry Potter. Most of the attendants were eager to meet the celebrity and talk with him. Some others, like Romilda Vane, wanted to impress Potter with their Quidditch skills or they wanted Potter to save them from a fall.

While Demelza hadn't played in the “real” game of Quidditch, she spent the last few years practicing. After the initial training session with Wood, Bell, and the Weasley twins, Demelza continued to practicing with a few members of the older Gryffindor Quidditch team. She continued to pass the Quaffle around with Bell, and later Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson. She practiced throwing the Quaffle through the hoops with Wood, and she played dodge the Bludger with the Weasley twins. The only person she hadn't practiced with was Potter since he was the Seeker.

There was one thing Demelza was certain of: she knew how to fly.

Long story short, Demelza sailed through the tryouts and she earned a position as Chaser on the Gryffindor team along side Katie Bell and Ginny Weasley.

 

...

 

Despite the age difference, Demelza's first real crush was on Oliver Wood. He was the dashing Quidditch player that led the Gryffindor team to the Quidditch Cup – the first since Charlie Weasley graduated.

After their first meeting, Demelza's crush grew. Taking inspiration from her older sister, Demelza acted the opposite of her when Nessa liked a boy. While Nessa played shy and coy, Demelza continued to act as she normally would, loud, tough, and outgoing.

Since they only interest they shared was Quidditch, Demelza mostly talked Quidditch with Wood. It was easy to tell Quidditch was his biggest passion, and he was determined to play professional. After his graduation, Wood went on to play for Puddlemere United as Keeper.

Her actions seemed to pay off by the time she was nineteen when she earned a position on the Holyhead Harpies, the professional all-female Quidditch team. While she was only second-string, Demelza knew she would play in a professional game. Her wish came true in a match against the Chudley Cannons, which was still one of the worst teams in the league. For that specific game, the Holyhead Harpies played their second-string team, allowing the first-string players to rest for the next game and allowing the second-string to gain experience.

The game lasted two hours with the Harpies leading in scoring when the Cannons' Seeker caught the Snitch to end the game. Despite catching the Snitch, the Harpies won by several goals.

“You played brilliant today,” Oliver Wood greeted Demelza after the game.

Her eyes widened at the sight of her and she felt her heart skip a beat, much to her annoyance. Here she was thinking she was over her schoolgirl crush on Wood, but apparently that wasn't the case.

“Thanks,” she said, offering him a smile.

Wood returned the smiled as silence fell over the part.

“Do you want to grab a butterbeer with me?” he asked, a moment later.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lavender Brown/Hermione Granger
Warnings: alternate universe; femslash; Lavender Brown lives; Colin Creevey lives; and mentions of het
Prompts: (Gryffindor Character) Lavender Brown; and (Setting) Gryffindor Common Room

 


049. Kiss the Girl


 

 

The group of older students cheered as Ron Weasley descended the stairs from the seventh year boys' dorm carrying two horrid hats – if rumors were to be believed, the hats belonged to Albus Dumbledore and they were left to the school after his death.

“It's time for drawing!” Ron declared, waving the hats around.

Seated next to the fire, Lavender Brown sighed. This was a new tradition started by Hermione Granger in an effector to lift spirits up amongst the older students – fifth year and above. The tradition, called Trial by Fire, was performed every night Friday and Saturday night. The blue hat with fish patterns held a piece of parchment with the name of eligiable every Gryffindor student, and the glittery plaid hat held a piece of parchment with actions on them.

At the beginning of the year, each student fifth year and above filled out a piece of parchment with their full name, and second with a daring act. Afterwards, the parchment was collected and placed in the correct hat. Each piece of parchment and each hat was charmed and jinxed with magic compelling the chosen one to fulfill their daring act. Until the chosen one fulfilled their act, a new person and new action couldn't be selected.

The reason Lavender was opposed to the Trial by Fire was because it was humiliating to the chosen person. Lavender had witnessed Neville Longbottom showing off Luna Lovegood's kinkers, Ginny Weasley giving Colin Creevey a lap dance, Dennis Creevey drinking milk until he puked, and Demelza Robins being a Slytherin for a day.

Sighing, Lavender leaned back as she waited for the torture to begin. The sooner it started, the sooner it was over, and this couldn't end soon enough. “Let's get on with this,” Lavender muttered.

“I know, it's so exciting!” Parvati Patil stated. “I'm hoping Hermione gets embarrassed next.”

Heather Wood, the sixth year Prefect, reached into the blue hat and retrieved a piece of parchment. With a grin, she announced, “Hermione Granger.”

The gathered crowd cheered, eager to witness this. This was the first time a Prefect had been selected.

Glancing over at Hermione, Lavender was intrigued, against her better judgment. She didn't want to see her roommate embarrassed or anything, but it would interesting to see what daring action Hermione was given. Honestly, Lavender hoped it was something tame like skipping class for a day or declaring her undying love for Professor McGonagall.

Lucas Monroe, the other sixth year Prefect, pulled a slip of parchment from the plaid hat. “Kiss your crush,” he read.

Hermione's face turned beet red and her eyes widened.

“Draw another one!” Ron demanded, crossing his arms. It was well known the relationship between Ron and Hermione was short lived, and no one knew the reason.

Personally, it was a piece of gossip Lavender wanted to know.

“You can't,” Hermione whispered, “it's against the rules.” She looked around the common room, taking in all of her housemates. Slowly, she stood up from the couch, patting Harry Potter's arm as she went.

Lavender watched as Hermione walked across the Gryffindr common room towards the students gathered around the fireplace.

Several people looked hopeful Hermione would kiss them, much to Lavender's annoyance. Honestly, most of these people were only interested in Hermione for horrible reasons: she was best friends with Harry Potter, she was a genius, and she was hero from the Second Blood War. None of these people saw Hermione as the brave, smarting, and kind person she was. Lavender saw it.

Lavender was pulled out of her thoughts as a hush fell over the common room. Glancing around, she found Hermione standing a foot away, biting her lip and looking nervous with a light blush covering her cheeks. She watched Hermione took another step forward before dropping to her knees.

“Sorry, Lav,” was all she heard before Hermione leaned it and kissed her on the lips.

Lavender's eyes widened. Hermione liked her.

As quick as the kiss started, it was over with Hermione fleeing up to the dorm. Lavender watched her go, feeling hurt. Why would Hermione leave like that?

Lost in her own thoughts, Lavender failed to notice Ron turning red and the group of onlooking students be spent away by Ginny and Harry.

“Lavender!” Parvati said, shaking her best friend.

“What?” Lavender asked in a daze as she looked at her best friend. Over Parvati's shoulder she saw Harry and Ginny.

“I asked how you were,” Parvati said, sounding a little defensive.

“I'm fine,” Lavender replied with a frown. “Why wouldn't I be?”

“Because you kissed Granger!” yelled Camille Fawley, a fifth year.

Ginny and Harry turned to glare at the fifth year.

“So?” Lavender demanded. “There's nothing wrong with that.”

You sure didn't act like that,” Fawley continued to heckle.

Lavender's eyes narrowed. There was barely any time to return the kiss or pull Hermione close before she left. “It's mildly shocking,” she stated, “to find out my friend and roommate returns my crush.”

Fawley's eyes widened and her mouth fell open. “W-what?” she said.

Standing up, Lavender rolled her eyes. “You heard me,” she declared, marching across the common room to the stairs.

Behind her, Lavender heard Parvati join Harry and Ginny in berating the fifth year. She would have to explain everything to her best friend later, but it was a relief to know Parvati supported her.

Gathering her confidence and her courage, Lavender ascended the stairs up to the seventh year girls' dorm. She formed herself to take a deep breath as she entered the dorm. The sight that greeted her broke Lavender's heart.

Hermione was face-down on her bed, sodding into her pillow.

Gently, Lavender closed the door behind and she walked over to Hermione's bed, where she took a seat without asking.

“Go away, Ginny!” Hermione demanded between sods. “I want to be left alone right now.”

“It's not Ginny,” Lavender said, placing a hand on Hermione's back.

Hermione's head shot up and she looked over her shoulder. Her brown eyes widened. “L-Lavender,” she choked out.

Reaching out, Lavender whipped a few of Hermione's tears away without saying anything.

“L-look, I would appreciate it if we pretended the kiss never happened,” she whispered, turning her head away from Lavender.

Lavender frowned at the action and Hermione's words. “What if I don't want to pretend?” she asked.

Hermione flinched at the question. “I just need until Monday,” she said. “I'll ask Professor McGonagall to move me to a different dorm.”

Frowning, Lavender thought over what Hermione was saying. Her eyes widened. Was it possible Hermione thought Lavender was disgusted by the kiss or something? Well, she wasn't. It took her a few seconds to form a plan.

“I think,” she whispered, leaning close to Hermione, “we can do it better.”

Hermione turned to look at with a confused look on in her brown eyes.

Smirking, Lavender leaned forward and she pressed her lips against Hermione's. She felt Hermione freeze, and she placed her hand against Hermione's head, trying to deepen the kiss. A second later, Hermione began to respond by placing a hand on Lavender's neck, pulling the girl closer. When they pulled apart, both of them were breathless. Hermione leaned her forehead against Lavender's, staring into the other girl's hazel eyes.

“What does this mean?” Hermione whispered, sound vulnerable.

“Whatever we want,” Lavender answered, “but we are exclusive.”

Hermione smiled before pulling Lavender into another kiss.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Bill Weasley/Fleur Delacour
Warnings: alternate universe; and het
Prompt: (Character) Fleur Delacour

 


050. Something About Him


 

 

The first time she spotted him, he was talking with Harry Potter and a short, plump, redheaded woman. Based on the red hair, Fleur Delacour assumed the handsome man with long red hair and the dragon fang earring and the woman were related – most likely mother and son.

Throughout the conversation with her parents and Gabrielle, Fleur found herself repeatedly looking over at the redheaded man. There was something about him that drew her in. She couldn' look away for long.

On her umpteenth glance at him, the redheaded man caught her eye. He smiled and winked at her before turning to talk with Potter. The action found Fleur blushing, something that was highly unusual for her. She didn't blush! She made others blush.

She would make him blush!

A thrill ran down her spin as Fleur found herself thinking about this as a competition.

Staring at him, Fleur waited for him to look back at her.

It took five minutes for him to look over, and their eyes met.

Fleur smiled as she mouthed, “Let's find somewhere private to talk.”

His blue eyes were fixated on her mouth, causing Fleur's smile to turn into a smirk. He nodded, his eyes glancing over at his mother and Potter before returning to her.

It took the redhead another hour to approach her. He found her in the entrance hall, an hour before the Third Task was scheduled to start.

“I'm Bill Weasley,” he said as he approached her.

“Fleur Delacour,” she said with a smile.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Relationship: Brothers – Sirius Black and Regulus Black
Warnings: alternate universe; and mild angst
Prompt: (Character) Regulus Black

 


051. Farewell


 

 

He stood in silence as he watched his brother. While he wanted to refuse the reality of the situation, Regulus Black knew this was a long time coming – more than five years, despite what Walburga might claim.

Sirius Black was leaving, and he wasn't coming back.

This marked their farewell – at least until they returned to Hogwarts.

If he had to guess, Regulus would say this had been coming for seven years – since Walburga and Orion discussed the possibility of betrothing Sirius to Narcissa Black. Anyone with half a brain knew that was a horrible idea. So, at the age of ten, Sirius started distancing himself from the family.

“Don't forget this,” Regulus said, stepping into his brother's room. He held the key to Sirius' trust vault.

At the sound of someone else's voice, Sirius whirled around with his wand at the ready.

Regulus and Sirius stood still for a moment, their eyes locked.

Slowly, Sirius lowered his wand. His grey eyes fell on the key. “Thanks,” he muttered, taking the key. He looked at the key in the palm of his hand before his hand curled into a fist. The clenched the key tightly. While he wanted nothing to do with the Black family, Sirius knew he would need the money – money for school tuition and supplies, money for food, and money for a place to stay.

Regulus nodded, turning his gaze to his brother's bedroom. The room was a mess, more so than usual. The dresser had drawers sticking out at odd angles. There were clothes and parchment flung around the room.

“Do you have everything?” Regulus asked, breaking the silence.

Sirius glanced around the room. “I think so,” he answered with a shrug.

Turning to look at his older brother. “Best of luck,” he said with a nod.

Taken back a little, Sirius opened and closed his mouth twice before forming a reply, “Yeah, thanks. You too.”

The brothers shared a long look before Regulus span on his heel, exiting the room. He fought the urge to look back as he closed the door.

It was for the best it ended this way.

This marked their first farewell.

 

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Relationship: Cousins – James Sirius Potter and Roxanne Weasley
Warnings: alternate universe; and original character (Marvin Jones)
Prompt: (Character) Roxanne Weasley

 


052. Discounts


 

 

Crossing her arms, Roxanne Weasley fought the urge to tap her foot or roll her eyes. Her parents had worked hard to teach her and Fred good customer service skills. It was important for Roxanne and Fred to be seen behaving well because they were the future of Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes. It was their father and Uncle Fred's beloved legacy, and it would all be theirs one day.

“Which should we get?” James Sirius Potter asked his best friend.

“The Snack Boxes?” Marvin Jones said with a shrug.

James sighed. “We need something for pranks!” he explained. “I'm thinking the Big Box of Fireworks or the Portable Swamp.”

“The fireworks?” Marvin said.

“James,” Roxanne said, “hurry up and chose!”

“How about a discount?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Roxanne gagged at the sight. Screw good customer services. She did not want to deal with this. “How about no!” she said, placing her hands on her hips as she glared at her cousin.

“C'mon, I'm family,” whined James, pouting.

“There is no family discount,” Roxanne crossed her arms.

“But Fred gives me one!” James said.

Roxanne raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah, how much?”

“Twenty-five percent,” James grinned.

Roxanne smiled. “Thank you, I'll be sure to tell dad,” she said, “and there's still no discount.”

James opened and closed his mouth a few times.

“I've decided!” Marvin declared. “Let's get the fireworks.”

Roxanne quickly handed Marvin the Big Box of Firework as she took the money. She handed over the change. “Don't come back too soon!” she said, walking away from the counter.

Someone else could deal with the customers. She didn't get paid enough to put up with her younger cousin flirting with her. She shuddered at the thought. James was nowhere near the lady's wizard as he thought he was.

 

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire, Game of Thrones, and Harry Potter
Relationship: (Familial) Neville Longbottom and Daenerys Targaryen and Jon Snow
Warnings: alternate universe; het; reincarnated!Neville Longbottom; incestuous relationships (brother/sister); mentions of war and violence; Queen Rhaella Targaryen lives; Lyanna Stark lives; Jon Snow is a Targaryen; original characters (Alys Mormont and Naerys Snow)

 


053. Magic in Fire and Blood


 

 

It was a dark and stormy night when Prince Lucerys Targaryen was born. He was the third surviving son of King Aerys II Targaryen and his sister-wife Queen Rhaella Targaryen.

While he couldn't open his eyes, Lucerys heard the sounds of his mother in labor as she birthed a second child, a daughter named Daenerys. As Queen Rhaella pushed at the maester's orders, the attendants in the background could be heard talking in hushed voices about the queen. She had lost too much blood and she wasn't likely to survive the birthing.

The thought of loosing a second mother made Lucerys' heartbeat faster. He hadn't even met this mother. The only memories he had of her were the sounds of labor and screams of birth and the hushed voice naming him Lucerys and his twin sister Daenerys.

“Bring me my son,” the queen ordered, her breathing labored. “Bring me Viserys.”

An attendant quickly left the room as the maester tried to get Queen Rhaella to relax.

“I shall relax when I'm dead,” the queen told her, her tone hard. “Giving me my children. I would like a moment with all of them before it is my time.”

The maester did as ordered, placing Lucerys and his twin sister in the arms of the queen. A moment later, the door opened with the attendant and Prince Viserys entering the room.

“Come, my darling,” the queen ordered.

Viserys approached the bed, sitting next to his mother. “Are these–?” he began to ask, his voice painfully young.

“These are your siblings,” the queen said, cutting her son off, “Princess Daenerys Targaryen and Prince Lucerys Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone.”

Viserys frowned. “But Prince of Dragonstone is my title,” he whined.

“Not anymore, darling,” the queen told him, her tone serious. “You are now and forevermore King Viserys Targaryen, the Third of His Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm. Do you understand what that means?”

“It means father is dead,” Viserys answered. “I'm now the king.”

“Yes, you are,” Queen Rhaella told him with a proud smile. “You must protect your brother and sister, and together you must reclaim our throne. Promise me.”

Viserys nodded, determination in his eyes. “I will, mother,” he vowed. “I'll look after Luke and Dany, and we'll take back our throne.”

“Good boy,” Rhaella told him. She leaned back, losing her remaining strength.

In her arms, Lucerys cried, refusing to lose Rhaella. They needed her – he needed her. He was lost in this unknown world, and he needed an adult to guide him – as did his new siblings. They were too young to be alone, to be orphans. And she was asking too much of Viserys. He was young, though the newly named Lucerys didn't know how young. Next to her brother, Daenerys let out a cry.

“Your Grace,” the maester said, “let me take them.”

“No, not yet,” the queen whispered. “Just a little longer.”

Little by little, the queen's grip grew weaker.

Lucerys cried longer, trying to keep ahold of his new mother. He couldn't go without a mother again. As his crying grew louder, the storm grew more furious with the winds hollowing and thunder booming and lightning flashing. His wails reached their climax as lightning flashed. A second later, the queen's grip on her children tightened.

 

...

 

From the moment of his birth as Lucerys Targaryen, he knew who he was – in this life and in his last. In his last life, he was Neville Franklin Longbottom, the snake killer and Second Blood War veteran. He fought side by side with Harry Potter against the Dark Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

In this new life, Lucerys was reincarnated with his memories and his magic. His magic seemed to be more powerful, given the act he performed moments after his birth. He would do everything in his power to protect his family. While Westeros were their birthright, he wanted his family to be save, the Iron Throne be damned.

 

...

 

A few days after their birth, Queen Rhaella boarded one of the remaining Targaryen ships with her children. Somehow, she was saved. After birthing her children, Queen Rhaella was ready to greet the Stranger. Even though she wasn't ready to die, she would have accepted death. Death would reunite her with her beloved son, her parents, and her grandparents. While her heart longed to see them again, Queen Rhaella knew it wasn't her time.

As she laid in bed, recovering from the birth, Queen Rhaella began to plan. The war was over and Robert Baratheon won. It was only a matter of time until someone came to retrieve her and her children from Dragonstone. The queen was willing to bet her crown it would be Robert's brother, Stannis, that came.

Being formed to flee their home was hard, but Rhaella knew it was needed. They would head to the Free Cities in Essos. She had some contacts, people that would help her. Some of them would help because they were friends, and others because they owned the queen a debt.

With the assistance of Ser Willem Darry and a few trusted men, they began to pack. They would be in exile for years. The very thought pained Queen Rhaella. As the services packed, Queen Rhaella had messages sent to the remaining true Kingsguard – Ser Gerold Hightower, Ser Oswell Whent, and Ser Arthur Dayne. They were missing, last seen in Dorne. They had a duty to their king. Their services were needed. They would need to train their new king. War would be upon them in a matter of years when Viserys returned to claim the Iron Throne.

Once Rhaella would stand and walk, they departed Dragonstone on The Dragon's Rage for Braavos in the Free Cities. Braavos was the location of Lady Alys Mormont and her daughter, Naerys Snow, the bastard of King Aerys II. Lady Alys was one of the people that owned Queen Rhaella a debt. The queen had smugged Alys and her newborn daughter out of the Red Keep and into Braavos, where she was set up with a small household and a stipend.

 

...

 

It was six moons into their stay in Braavos before Queen Rhaella received an answer from the three members of the Kingsguard. The answer came in the form of their arrival with Lyanna Targaryen and her young son, King Aemon “Jon” Targaryen.

“He is the one true king,” Ser Gerold Hightower told her.

I am king,” Viserys said, glaring at the knight.

“You are the second son of King Aerys,” Ser Gerold explained, “and Aemon is the son of Prince Rhaegar, the Heir of the King. Aemon was king from the moment of his birth.”

Queen Rhaella listened with a frown. It was hard to dictate the line of suggestion. After the deaths of King Aerys II and Prince Aegon, Viserys was the oldest male Targaryen alive while Aemon was the son of the heir, Prince Rhaegar.

“Viserys, came over here and meet your nephew and your good-sister,” the queen ordered.

Lyanna was a young woman of eight and ten years old. She was pale with slim build, dark hair, and gray eyes. There were dark circles around her eyes. According to Ser Arthur Dayne, she had a difficulty birth, coming close to dying of childbed fever, much like Queen Rhaella had.

After Viserys met the newest members of the Targaryen family, Queen Rhaella had Prince Aemon placed Prince Lucerys and Princess Daenerys. Viserys was sent to his tutor for lessons while the queen settled in for a long discussion with her new good-daughter and the three members of the Kingsguard.

 

...

 

In the end it was decided that Aemon had the better claim to the Iron Throne, but they would wait to make a decision until the boys were older. All four of the children would be educated in politics and warfare. A good king needed to lead his people into battle and how to serve the realm. Thus for the time being Aemon and Viserys would be known as Prince Aemon and Prince Viserys while Rhaella was the Mother Queen Rhaella. Ser Gerold and the queen would make the decision about king after Aemon's five and ten birthday.

 

...

 

In this live, Lucerys grew up with siblings – two sisters and two brothers. There was Naerys as the eldest being two years older than Viserys, and Viserys was eight years older than Lucerys, Daenerys, and Aemon. Lucerys and Daenerys were a moon and a half older than Aemon. At a young age, Lucerys and Daenerys adopted the nicknames of Luke and Dany while Aemon liked his Stark name of “Jon.”

As the eldest, Naerys Snow kept the others in line. She wouldn't tolerate any snide comments from Viserys, who still fancied him as king. Naerys was talented at sewing and she was skilled with a sword. She took after her mother with dark hair and pale skin.

Viserys was a brat, loudly proclaiming himself the king and above the others. While he knew how to fight, Viserys preferred to send others into fights instead of going himself. He didn't like numbers or reading. When he took back the Iron Throne, Viserys would appoint people to fight and advice him. These weren't skills he needed to learn. He looked like a typical Targaryen with his silvery blonde hair and lilac eyes.

Luke was closest to Dany and Jon. He was content to be a prince. He had no interest in ruling and commanding others as a king. With the knowledge and experience of his past live, Luke was considered a genius with how quick he learned his numbers and letters, and he was a skilled fighter. He was best with a sword. Luke favored his mother in looks with his silver blonde hair and sapphire eyes.

Like her twin, Dany preferred the company of Luke and Jon to Viserys and Naerys. Out of all of them, Dany had the best head for politics and decision making. She knew how to fight with a sword, but she liked a bow and arrow. Dany had silver blonde hair and purple eyes.

Jon was closest to Dany and Luke though he was solemn. He sat through his lessons, trying to learn everything he could. Out of them all, Jon was easily the most talented with a sword. He moved with a sword like it was an extension of his arm. He looked like Lyanna with his dark curly hair and pale lilac eyes. Apparent from his appearance, Jon was a Targaryen evident in his tall bone structure, high cheekbones, and his long fingers.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood
Warnings: alternate universe; and het
Prompt: (Word) Flower

 


054. Special Meaning


 

 

Luna Lovegood smiled when an owl landed in front of her. It was a non-descriptive barn owl, looking like one of the several school owls. She petted the owl, running her fingers over the brown feathers.

“What did you bring me?” she asked, her voice gentle and close to cooing. Luna handed the owl a piece of bacon as she untied the parchment from around his foot. She was surprised by the weight of the letter.

Unfolding the parchment, Luna found a short message and a charm bracelet. She glanced at the bracelet before turning her attention to the letter. The letter was written in small and neat penmanship, and the handwriting looked familiar.

 

My dearest Luna,

Please take this as a token as my appreciation. I want you to know how much you mean to me.

 

With a gentle smile, Luna flipped the parchment over, looking for some kind of a signature. There wasn't a name, an initial, or some kind of a symbol. There was nothing.

Done with the letter, Luna folded the parchment and she placed it in her pocket before turning her attention to the charm bracelet. The bracelet and each charm were constructed out of sterling silver, and it was the perfect size to fit around her wrist. There were seven charms on the bracelet: a fern, an ivy, a lilac, a tulip, a hawthorn, a snowdrop, and a rose. While Luna was no expert, she knew she knew each plant and flower had a special meaning.

Smile in place, Luna got from the Ravenclaw table and she skipped out of the Great Hall, headed for the library. While her Herbology textbook was in her dorm, she knew she would find better books and resources in the library.

In the library, Luna made her way to the Herbology section where she glanced over the various books before settling on Forrest's Guide to the Plant Kingdom. Flipping through the book, she quickly gathered the information she wanted. A fern symbolized sincerity, an ivy as friendship, a lilac as early love, a tulip as a declaration of love, a hawthorn as hope, a snowdrop as friendship, and a rose for love.

Satisfied with the information, Luna returned the book to the shelf before leaving the library, headed to Ravenclaw Tower. Since it was Saturday, she planned to finish her homework before taking a stroll along the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The reminder of the weekend passed uneventfully. Luna finished her homework, and she continued her search for a crumple-horned snorkack. Getting the bracelet on Saturday morning was the highlight of her weekend.

 

...

 

After getting the bracelet, Luna began to ponder over the identity of the sender. She liked to believe the sender was really a secret admirer based off of the short message. Every time she read the letter, a sense of warmth filled Luna. Someone out there cared about her.

The list of suspects was short, centered around the people Luna had the regular contact with, eliminating casual acquaintances and her best friends, Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter. There was something familiar about the handwriting, meaning Luna had to have seen it before. While she had seen it, she didn't see it often enough to recognize.

Acting like a muggle detective she read about in Sherlock Holmes, Luna did her best to seek a peak at every suspect's handwriting. Her secret admirer wasn't Hermione Granger or Ronald Weasley. Those results didn't surprise Luna since the pair was trying to figure out their relationship – Luna's galleons were on Ron going back to Lavender Brown, and Hermione ending up with someone as intellection as herself, like Terry Boot or Percy Weasley.

From there, she went through her roommates and the other Ravenclaws she spent time with. None of them were a match, including Rolf Scamander such to Luna's dismay. She didn't dwell on it for long before moving onto the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins she regular saw, most of whom she shared classes with.

Luna saved Gryffindor for last, wanting her secret admirer to be a certain someone special. It took her long and agonizing two days to find Neville's handwriting. After stealing his Herbology notes, Luna compared the handwriting in the safety of her four-poster bed late at night. That night, she fell asleep with a smile.

 

...

 

Two weeks after she reserved her charm bracelet, Luna entered the Great Hall carrying a small bouquet of red roses. With a smile, she skipped over to the Gryffindor table, where Neville was sitting across from Harry and Dean Thomas.

Without asking, Luna took a seat next to Neville and she placed the bouquet of roses in front of Neville. Luna smiled at him before grabbing some waffles and pouring herself a cup of tea.

“L-Luna?” Neville said, looking at her wide eyes. “What are these?”

“They're roses,” Luna answered, putting strawberries on top of her waffles. “Aren't you supposed to know your flowers?”

Neville opened and closed his mouth a few times as he tried to form a reply.

“Since they're red roses,” Luna continued, “you should know those mean love. I couldn't find a flower that means 'I love you, too.'”

Luna smiled as she watched Neville turn red, and she heard stuttering from Harry and Dean.

“R-really?” Neville asked, his voice a little soft.

“Of course,” she answered with a smile before leaning in to kiss him. It was a simple brush of the lips before Luna turned her attention to her waffles.

Next to her, a goofy grin settled on Neville's face as he watched Luna before trying to eat his own breakfast. He had some difficulty eating since his fork kept missing his mouth.

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Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Warnings: alternate universe; het; and not Weasley friendly
Prompt: (Pairing) Draco/Ginny

 


055. Their Future


 

 

“Have you told them?” she asked, her voice soft and resigned. Her tone lacked all hints of accusations, slowly dwelled and faded from previous conversations.

Draco Malfoy walked into their classroom and sat down next to Ginny Weasley on the desk. This was the first time they had been together, jus the two of them, in a few weeks. The last time was two days before the Winter Holidays, which Draco went home for and Ginny remained in the castle with Harry Potter for.

“What makes you think I didn't?” Draco asked, his voice soft. He stared at the redhead.

“Well, you're here, aren't you?” Ginny asked, shaking her head. “If you told, you would either be off with a healer at St. Mungo's being checked for curses and potions or you would be at home. I know how your father feels about my family.” She laughed, sounding bitter.

Reaching out, Draco took ahold of her hand. “I did tell them,” he whispered.

Ginny's head snapped over at him. “Really?” she asked, her voice full of hope.

He nodded, explaining, “My father had Healer Fawley over within the hour.”

Jerking her hand away, Ginny stood from the desk. “What did he find?” she demanded, her eyes narrowed.

“Nothing,” Draco answered, sliding off of the desk.

“Then what?” she asked, her voice soft and her eyes pleasing.

“I'm done hiding,” Draco replied, walking over to her. “And I think you're forgetting who has the real power between by parents.”

Ginny tilted her head, silently asking, as she allowed Draco to wrap his arms around.

He smiled. “My mother wants me to be happy,” he explained. “It took her a day, but she accepted our relationship and she's thrilled I love you.” He laughed a little, “She's already planning our wedding.”

Slowly, Ginny returned his smile before pulling him in for a kiss.

“My mother wants a summer wedding at the Manor,” Draco told her. “So, Ginerva Molly Weasley – Ginny, will you marry me?” he asked, whispering in her ear.

Brown eyes widened before she shouted, “Yes!” Because all of Ginny Weasley's new dreams and desires were coming true. She was getting a new family.

As one could predict, her family hasn't reacted well to the news of her dating Draco Malfoy. Her dad had been shocked silent before he went out to his workshop, where he shut the world out, and her mom had shouted and raved about Ginny's old dreams of becoming Mrs. Ginny Potter, the wife of Harry Potter. Out of her brothers, Ginny hadn't heard anything from Ron or Percy in a few months. Bill and Fleur sent a letter, but nothing else, while Charlie continued to write her and George was distant. At least she still had one of her brothers – two, if Harry counted, and as far as Ginny was concerned he did count as a brother.

Draco responded by pulling her into a long kiss.

When they separated, he leaned his forehead against hers. “I love you,” he whispered.

“What day is your mother thinking?” Ginny asked, eager for their wedding day. From what Draco had said, it sounded like it was only six to eight months away.

“The twenty-first of June,” Draco answered. “Bonding on the Summer Solstice will strength our union.”

Ginny nodded, her mind whirling. That was six days after their graduation – and less than five months away. “I can't wait!” she declared before pressing her lips against her fiance's.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Relationship: Friendship – James Potter and Sirius Black
Warnings: alternate universe; het; and not Lily Evans friendly
Prompt: (Character) Sirius Black

 


056. Betting Pool


 

 

Watching as James Potter wondered over to Lily Evans, Sirius Black rolled his eyes. His best friend was an idiot hopelessly in love with the wrong girl. James had hopelessly pursued Evans for five years now. Back in their first year, James merely wanted to be friends with the pretty redheaded girl. In their third year, James fancied himself in love with her and he became determined to date her and make her fall in love with him.

As James' best friend, Sirius did his best to support his friend in his hopeless endeavors to win the favor – and eventual love – of Lily Evans, despite his own personal feelings on the matter. While Sirius would admit Evans was smart and beautiful, he wouldn't say she was the nicest person. When it came to her closest friends, Evans was blind. She noticed every time James and Sirius targeted Severus Snape, but she failed to notice everything Snape did to them that led to James and Sirius childishly retaliating.

With a sigh, Sirius tried to turn his attention to his textbook. There was a big Charms test tomorrow, and he ranked it more important than watching James try and fail to woo Evans.

“When will you learn, Potter?” Lily Evans shouted, drawing the attention of everyone in the Gryffindor common room, Sirius included. “I want nothing to do with you!”

James stared at Evans for a few seconds, his eyes hardening. “You could simply say no, Evans,” he said, his tone growing cold.

“Like you understand the meaning of the word no,” Evans spat, glaring at him. “You never leave me alone – no matter how mean I am to.”

Listening to her words, James' eyes turned cold. “I know the meaning of no,” he stated, “but you've never used the word no.” He shook his head, a look of disgust growing on his face. “All you're ever said was to leave you alone or your friends alone.”

Evans' face slowly turned red, a shade that clashed with her hair. “I have told you no, Potter, several times!” she declared.

“You never have,” Alice Monroe stated, seated on the couch next to Evans. She turned red when Evans' head snapped towards her. “You've asked James to leave you, and he left. You asked him not to talk to you, and he did.”

“You've even told him to drop dead,” added Hazel Brown from across the common room. “He didn't actually do that, but he left you and your friends alone.”

Evans' face grew redder as she looked around the common room, taking in everyone that was paying attention to her conversation with James.

“Well, he should know not to talk to me, by now,” Evans stated, crossing her arms.

“As you wish, Evans,” James stated. “I'll leave you alone from now on.” Without another word, James turned and walked back to his friends.

An awkward tension filled the common room.

“Who had April of fifth year in betting pool?” demanded Avery St. Claire, a seventh year.

“Let me check,” answered Valeria Pierces, pushing her glasses up on her nose as she thumbed through a large book that Sirius recognized at The Log, which was a betting book of Gryffindor.

According to house legend, The Log was started by Regine White over the Sorting of Haeric Gryffindor when several students started waging on his future House. From that bet onwards, most were recorded in The Log . Only the logger, the appointed keeper of The Log, could decide official bets.

After a minute, Valeria made a sound of triumph. “Marlene McKinnon,” she answered.

A murmur broke through the common room. Up until this September, Marlene McKinnon was Evans' best female friend. They had a following out sometime between the end of fourth year and the start of fifth year.

“What's my prize?” Marlene McKinnon asked, walking forward with a large smirk.

“One and twenty-three galleons, ten sickles, and five knut,” Valeria said, reading from the book, “and several items.” She quickly started writing a list. No one other than the logger was allowed to read from the book.

“Awesome,” Marlene said with a smile.

“You will receive everything within a fortnight,” Valeria promised, handing the list of items to Marlene. “I need to owl Gringotts.”

Marlene's eyes sparkled as she read over the list. “Hey, Potter,” she shouted, glancing over at him. “How 'bout a double date? You, me, Black, and Pierces.”

“Depends,” James answered, “who would my date be, you or Pierces?”

“How'd you know it's not Black?” she asked.

James opened and closed his mouth a few times before shaking his head.

Next to his best friend, Sirius stared at Marlene with wide eyes. “Sorry, Prongs,” he said, “I just don't feel that way.”

Smiling, James hit his best friend on the back. “I feel the same way,” he declared.

Most of the common room erupted into laughter as James and Sirius turned to start at one another. During the laughter, Marlene crossed the common room over to James and Sirius.

“I was thinking you take me, James,” she said with a smile, “since I know Valeria likes Sirius.”

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Relationship: Familial – Andromeda Tonks, Teddy Lupin, and the Potter family
Warnings: alternate universe; mentions of het; and feelings

 


057. Rush of Emotions


 

 

When the first of September dawned with clear skies and a shining sun, Teddy Lupin awoke with feeling nervous and excited. It was an important day. He was off to Hogwarts. Today was the first day of his magical education.

After checking over everything in his truck and getting dressed in muggle clothes, Teddy headed downstairs to have breakfast with his grandma, Andromeda Tonks. A sense of sadness filled Teddy at the thought. This would be his last meal with Grandma Andromeda in a few months. After today, the next time they ate together would be in December when Teddy returned for the winter holidays.

Forcing a smile onto his head, Teddy walked into the kitchen where he found a scene of chaos as Grandma Andromeda flipped pancakes, Uncle Harry diced fruit, and Aunt Ginny wrangled her three children.

“Good morning, Teddy,” Ginny Potter greeted with a smile as she handed her daughter a cup of orange juice.

“Morning, Aunt Ginny,” Teddy said, returning her smile with an honest smile of his own. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We came to see you off,” Aunt Ginny answered, taking a fork from James. “James Sirius, what have I told you about stabbing your brother?”

Watching Aunt Ginny scolded her eldest son helped Teddy relax. While he would miss this and these people, he would treasure these memories and this sense of family. Teddy walked over to the counter where he poured himself a glass of orange juice.

“Good morning, grandma,” Teddy said, wrapping an arm around the older woman.

Andromeda smiled down at him as she returned the hug. There were a few tears in her eyes.

“What's wrong?” Teddy asked, his hair changing from brown to blue.

“You've grown so much,” Andromeda replied, her tone filled with emotions. “I can't help but return Nymphadora's first trip.”

Teddy wrapped his second arm around his grandma. While he knew grandma loved his mom, thinking about Nymphadora made her sad. Teddy hated seeing his grandma sad. Grandma Andromeda was meant to be happy and smiling.

“Why don't you greet Harry and play with your cousins?” Andromeda suggested, patting her grandson on the back.

Teddy nodded, stepping back from their hug. Turning, he found Uncle Harry mixing various fruits together in a fruit salad.

“Good morning, Uncle Harry,” Teddy greeted his second favorite relative – grandma was the first favorite and no one could ever take her spot.

“Morning, Teddy,” Harry Potter said with a smile, reaching down to ruffle his godson's hair as it changed from blue to sunny yellow.

After indulging his godfather for a few seconds, Teddy batted the man's hand away before changing his hair style from messy to spiky.

“Are you excited?” Uncle Harry asked, smile still in place.

“Yeah,” Teddy answered, a wave of butterflies filling his stomach. The nervousness started to set in again.

“What House do you want to be in?” asked Harry, setting the bowl of fruit salad aside. It was ready.

Wordlessly, Teddy shrugged before turning his attention to his cousins. “Lily, do you want more juice?” he asked.

Lily Luna Potter looked between her empty sippy cup and her older cousin with wide green eyes. She nodded, holding out her cup. “P'ease,” she added, casting a quick glance at her mom.

Taking the cup, Teddy filled it with orange juice before putting the lid back on and handing it to his three-year-old cousin.

“T'anks,” Lily said with a smile before dripping the sippy cup to her lips.

“Teddy, do have any pumpkin juice?” James Sirius Potter asked with a frown.

Before Teddy could answer, a sippy cup hit the back of James' head.

“He doesn't,” Albus Severus Potter answered. “'Cause, 'member, he's al-gic to pum'kins.”

James' eyes widened. He forgot that Teddy couldn't have pumpkin juice, and Aunt Andromeda didn't keep any in her house. “Mom!” he shouted, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck.

“Yes, James?” Aunt Ginny asked, setting the table.

“Al hit me with his cup!” he said, trying to start crying fake tears.

“Albus Severus Potter!” Ginny said, turning to her youngest son. “What have we said about throwing things?”

“Not to,” Albus replied.

“You will be punished,” Ginny told him, “when we get home.”

Albus nodded, smiling. At least he would get to see Teddy off.

Pouting at the lack of punishment, James stuck his tongue out at Albus. Unfortunately for James, his mom saw him.

“James Sirius Potter,” Aunt Ginny said, “you'll be joining him.”

Albus beamed. At least he wouldn't be in trouble all on his own.

“Who wants pancakes?” Uncle Harry asked, drawing everyone's attention. Using his wand, he finished setting the table, complete with a large platter of pancakes and a bowl of fruit salad.

“Me!” all three of his own children said.

“Teddy, how many?” Harry asked, laughing at his own children.

“Three.”

A minute later, Teddy was handed a plate with three buttered pancakes.

“Thank you, Uncle Harry,” he said, reaching for the maple syrup. He poured a generous amount on top of his pancakes before he started eating. Around him, Harry passed a plate to each of his own children before serving the adults.

When Teddy finished his pancakes, he quickly scooped some fruit salad onto his plate. His grandma wouldn't allow him seconds without having some fruit first.

“Can I have some more, please?” Teddy asked. Looking up, he found Uncle Harry was busy feeding Lily.

“Of course,” Grandma Andromeda answered.

Teddy passed the plate to his grandma. “Two, please,” he requested.

Andromeda placed two pancakes on the plate before returning it to Teddy. “You can less syrup this time,” she stated.

Sighing, Teddy did as he was told. While it was phrased as an option, he knew it was an order. His grandma liked to monitor his sugar intake and make him brush his teeth. If he got another cavity, he would get to visit Aunt Hermione's parents at the dentistry instead of taking a potion. As far as Grandma Andromeda was concerned, if he wanted to keep all his teeth than he needed to take good care of them.

Breakfast passed too quickly for Teddy's liking. When everyone was done eating, grandma waved her wand, spending all of the dishes to the sink before they started watching themselves.

“It's time to go,” grandma announced, pulling on her outer robe.

Teddy headed up to his bedroom to retrieve his trunk. Casting a long glance around his room, Teddy was overcome with several emotions – nerves, excitement, anxiety, loss, and terror. It was an overwhelming rush of emotions. Going to Hogwarts was a huge step, and, in all honesty, Teddy wasn't sure if he was ready for it. Why did Hogwarts have to start at age eleven? What was wrong with age thirteen or fourteen?

Sighing, Teddy took a seat on his bed, reaching to gather his courage. He had to have courage, right? His dad was courageous and brave. It made sense for his son to, right?

A knock on the door drew Teddy's attention. Looking up, he saw Uncle Harry.

“Can I come in?” his godfather asked, his tone gentle and his voice low.

“Sure, I guess,” Teddy answered with a shrug. He switched his gaze to his hands. For some reason, he didn't want to look at his uncle. It was the same feeling he had when grandma got him in trouble.

Harry walked into the room and took a seat on the bed, next to Teddy. “What's going on?” he asked.

Teddy remained silent for a minute or two, contemplating his answer – tell the truth or lie. Lying would be easiest, but he was raised to tell the truth. “I'm scared,” Teddy replied, his voice above a whisper.

“There's nothing wrong with that,” Harry told him, wrapping an arm around Teddy's shoulders. “I remember I was scared.”

Teddy's head snapped up, his eyes wide as he stared at his godfather. It was hard to imagine the Great Harry Potter – the Boy-Who-Lived, the Man-Who-Won, and a fearless auror – being scared.

Laughing, Harry squeezed his godson's shoulder. “I was new to magic,” he explained. “When Vernon dropped me off at King's Cross, I had no idea how to find the platform. I would have been lost if I hadn't ran into Molly.”

As he listened to his godfather, Teddy perked up. His nerves had calmed much. There was still one thing he was scared of. “What if I'm a Slytherin?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Harry answered with a shrug. “I will love you, no matter what. Besides, your grandma was a Slytherin.”

At the reminder, Teddy felt his nerves calm. He had forgotten Grandma Andromeda was a Slytherin. She didn't talk about her own Hogwarts days that much, preferring to focus on her daughter's or listen to someone else's stories.

“Right you ready to go?” Harry asked, standing up.

Nodding, Teddy leapt to his feet. “We should hurry,” he said, grabbing his truck. “I don't want to be late.”

The pair walked downstairs where Ginny and Andromeda were waiting with the children. Teddy walked over to his grandma to side-long apparate to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. The only ways to reach the platform were through the muggle side of King's Cross and apparition.

When they arrived onto the platform, Teddy's eyes widened at the sight of the long, scarlet Hogwarts Express. It was like the stories, but at the same time it was so much more. Looking at it, Teddy found excitement growing. Caught up in the train, he was vaguely aware of the arrival of Harry, Ginny, and their children behind him.

“What do you have to go?” demanded James in a whiny voice. “I don't want you to leave.”

Turning to his cousin, Teddy offered him a small smile. “I'll write,” he promised, “and if you like, I can send you special letters.”

James' eyes widened at the thought, and eagerly nodded. At the age of five, James was beginning to read, and the idea of his own letters was amazing . It was something he wouldn't have to share with either of his siblings.

Smiling, Teddy pulled his cousin into a hug before moving onto hugging both Albus and Lily. Each of them was sad to see him go, and Lily was crying. After giving Aunt Ginny a hug, Teddy turned to his godfather.

“I'm gonna miss you,” Harry whispered in his ear, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Me, too,” Teddy said.

“And remember, it doesn't matter where you're Sorted,” his godfather said as they separated.

“My turn, young man,” declared his grandma, her voice breaking with emotion. There were tears streaming down her face.

Teddy threw himself into her arms.

The pair shared a long hug before Teddy pulled back. “I'll send you a letter tomorrow,” he promised.

“I look forward to it,” Andromeda said with a smile. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, grandma,” Teddy said.

“Go on,” his grandma said with a laugh, waving her hands. “Go find a compartment and make some friends.”

On cue the whistle blew, signaling the time. The train was scheduled to depart in a few minutes.

Grabbing ahold of his truck, Teddy walked onto the train. He passed a few compartments before finding an empty one, which he claimed for himself. Since he couldn't lift his truck, Teddy didn't see the point in trying to store it in the overhead area. Instead, he pulled it up against the window. Before taking a seat, he tried and failed to open the window.

Looking out the window, Teddy watched as students ran onto the train. It took him a few minutes, but he spotted his family. Unknown if they could see him, Teddy waved.

All too soon, the train was pulling out of the station, headed to Hogwarts. Barely a minute into the journey, the compartment door opened.

Glancing over, Teddy found himself staring at a girl around his age with dark hair, grey eyes, and pale skin. She was dressed in black robes, and she was breathing heavy, like she was winded from running.

“Do – you mind,” she said in between pants, “if I – sit here?”

“Go head,” Teddy answered with a smile.

Slowly, the girl returned the smile as she took a seat on the bench across from him.

The pair sat in silence for a minutes as they watched the city of London speed by out the window.

“I almost thought I wouldn't make it,” the girl declared with a smile.

“If you missed the Express, you could also floo to Hogwarts,” Teddy told her. It was one of his countless fears in the days leading up to his departure. Grandma Andromeda made plans for each fear, trying to lessen his worries.

“If I missed it, I wouldn't have come,” the girl said, crossing her arms as her voice grew softer.

Teddy frowned. Why wouldn't she be able to come to Hogwarts? “I'm Teddy Lupin,” he said, holding out his hand.

The girl stared at his hand for a minute before grabbing it and shaking. “I'm Delphini Riddle,” she said, “but you can call me Delph.”

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Dean Thomas/Pansy Parkinson; past Dean Thomas/Padma Patil; and past Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson
Warnings: alternate universe; het; and mentions of character death
Prompt: (Pairing) Dean/Pansy

 


058. Bright Smiles


 

 

Watching as his daughter laughed and played with the other children, Dean Thomas felt himself relaxing, for what seemed like the first time in months. Ellie was having trouble adjusting to, well, everything. Her life had changed dramatically in the two years. It started when Padma Thomas was diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer. The first six months, Dean and Ellie were forced to watch as bright and loving Padma slowly wasted away, losing weight rapidly along with her hair, but her love never faded.

After the death of her mother, Dean and Ellie were hunted by memories of her around the house. There wasn't a room untouched by memories of Padma – Dean could remember debating paint colors in most of the room, and there were the times when Padma and Ellie would run around the house together as they smiled and laughed. It took Dean four months of nightmares and countless nights of sleeping with his daughter before he decided it was time to move. Now, finally, after settling into their new house in Raven's Peak, things seemed to be falling into place.

Dean smiled as he watched Ellie playing with children her own age. Ellie was dark skinned with her mother's dark hair, dark eyes and dimples. She loved the color yellow, insisting on wearing it every single day. Today was no different with Ellie wearing a bright yellow headband.

He continued to watch Ellie for a few more minutes before his gaze dropped to his sketchbook. Fingering his pencil, Dean eyed his sketch. He had recently started drawing pictures for a children's book. This children's book was based on stories he told Ellie about the beautiful Princess Mira. Princess Mira was a fierce warrior witch that Dean had created, shortly after Padma's death.

A few minutes after he started drawing, Dean looked back up. Quickly finding his daughter, he watched as Ellie played with another little girl around her age. This girl had pale skin, short brown hair, and silver eyes. Dean watched the pair of girls for a moment. They were sitting in the sandbox.

As he was watching them, Ellie glanced over at them. She smiled before jumping to her feet, pulling her new friend with her. The pair of girls quickly ran across the park to Dean.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Ellie called as she came closer.

“Ellie, Ellie!” Dean responded with a smile. He sat his sketchbook aside, knowing his daughter would demand all of his attention.

“Daddy!” Ellie said, her tone slightly whiny. She pouted, slowing into a walk.

“Yes, Ellie?” Dean asked.

“Can Flora and her mummy come to lunch with us?” asked Ellie with a smile.

Caught off guard by her question, it took Dean a moment to respond. “That decides on Flora's mum.”

“I'll ask her,” Flora promised, offering a smile.

“But, daddy, can they come with us?” Ellie asked.

Dean sighed. “It's alright with me as long as it's alright with Flora's mum.”

The answer cheered both girls up.

“Well, come on, daddy,” Ellie urged, trying to get him to move faster .

Smiling fondly, Dean deliberately slowed his movements down, taking his time to gather his things and return everything to his bag.

“Daddy, faster!” demanded Ellie, childishly stomping her foot and pouting. She needed this to work out and fast.

Dean said nothing as he continued to gather his belongings. Everything was packed up within five minutes. When he shoulder his bag, he turned to face the two girls.

Ellie was beaming and Flora smiled. Flora led the way to her mother with a spring in her step with Ellie and Dean following a few steps behind them. The young girl led them across the park where she stopped in front of a woman seated on a bench.

At the sight of the dark haired woman, Dean frowned. There was something familiar about her, but he couldn't place it. From her seated position, Dean couldn't determine her height. The woman had long dark brown hair pulled in a ponytail, and she had pale skin. She looked up from her book when Flora approached her, allow Dean a glimpse of her blue eyes.

“Mummy!” Flora greeted with a smile.

“Flora,” the woman said with fondness in her tone. She smiled at her daughter.

“Mummy, can we go to lunch with Ellie and her daddy?” Flora asked with large and pleading eyes.

The woman frowned, glancing over at Dean and his daughter. Her eyes widened. “I don't know, sweetheart,” she said. “We can't just invite ourselves along.”

“It's alright, Mrs. Flora's mummy,” Ellie said, walking up to her friend's side. “My daddy said it was alright, as long as you wanted to come.”

“Really?” the woman said, something changing in her voice tone. She looked over at Dean.

Dean nodded, trying to figure out where he recognized her from.

The woman looked over at her daughter and Ellie, both of whom were staring at her with large, pleading eyes. With a sigh, the woman answered, “Yes, Flora.”

Ellie and Flora cheered, celebrating their victory.

Dean smiled fondly as he watched the pair while Flora's mum returned her book to her purse and she stood up from the bench.

“Where are we headed?” the woman asked, smiling at Dean.

As he stared at her, Dean slowly started to recognize the woman. “Are you Pansy Malfoy?” he asked.

The woman's blue eyes widened.

Carefully, Dean watched the woman, studying her reactions.

“I was, and it's Parkinson, again,” she confirmed. “And you're Dean Thomas.”

“Do you know each other?” Flora asked, her silver eyes widened.

“We attended Hogwarts together,” Dean explained, “and we were in the same year. Your mum was a Slytherin, and I was a Gryffindor.”

“Wow!” Ellie said, excitement in her tone. “Can you tell us stories?”

“Maybe after lunch,” Pansy said with a weak smile, “if we're still going.”

Dean nodded. “There's a little cafe around the corner,” he explained.

Pansy smiled.

The group of four exited the park before crossing the street. Ellie grabbed Flora's hand, eagerly pulling her new friend along with their parents following behind them.

“How have you been since...everything?” Dean asked, a little awkward.

A year after graduating from Hogwarts, Pansy had married Draco Malfoy. Within three years, their marriage fell apart and Draco divorced Pansy to marry another woman. While he didn't know most of the details, Dean felt sorry for her.

Pansy tensed a little, eyeing him with suspicion. “Flora's the only good thing to come of it,” she answered, her voice a little cold.

Dean nodded. “She's seems like a sweet girl,” he said.

At his words, Pansy relaxed a little.

“What about you?” she asked. “I heard you married Padma in 1999.”

Dean's smile turned sad. “We had a great time together,” he said, his tone a little bittersweet. “She gave me Ellie and six amazing years.”

Pansy frowned. “Did something happen?”

Nodding, Dean explained, “Padma passed away from cancer, almost eighteen months ago.”

“I'm sorry to hear that,” Pansy whispered.

Dean said nothing in response. He still had difficulty talking about her illness and her death, even months later.

“Daddy, can I have the fruit salad?” Ellie asked.

“As long as there aren't any mangos,” Dean agreed.

“I know that, daddy,” Ellie said, rolling her eyes.

Dean ruffled her hair. “It's important to remember,” he said.

Ellie pouted, nodding.

“What's wrong with mangos?” Pansy asked.

“I'm all'gric,” Ellie answered, having difficulty pronouncing the last word.

Pansy frowned, looking at Dean for clarification.

“She's allergic to latex,” Dean explained, “which somehow makes her allergic to mangos and some other fruits.”

“Like what?” Pansy asked with a frown.

“Avocados, papayas, tomatoes, soybeans, and coconuts,” Dean listed, “that we know of.”

“That sounds severe,” Pansy said with sympathy.

“We're managing,” Dean said with a shrug. “A lot of it is trail and error. If she eats something and has a reaction, then she's likely to be allergic.”

Pansy nodded, uncertain how to respond.

They arrived to the cafe a moment later. Dean held the door open, allowing Ellie, Flora, and Pansy to enter in ahead of him. Although the case was called Sunnyside Cafe, it was more of a restaurant.

“Dean, Ellie!” greeted the teenage hostess with a smile at the sight of the regulars. “How are you today?”

“We're good,” Ellie answered with a smile.

“How many today?” the hostess asked, noticing the group of four people.

“Four,” Ellie replied, holding up four fingers.

The hostess smiled, grabbing two regular menus and two children's menus and some crayons. “Right this way, please.” She led the group of four to a table next to a window. The table was set for four people with silverware and napkins.

Ellie and Flora quickly claimed two seats, leaving Dean and Pansy to sit across from them. After everyone was seated, the hostess passed out the menus and the crayons. The two children eagerly tore into their crayons and started coloring while Dean and Pansy looked over the menu. A moment later, the hostess stopped by with tray of water. She placed a glass in front of each of them.

“What do you recommend?” Pansy asked, glancing over at Dean.

“That depends,” he replied, “on any dietary restrictions and food preferences.”

Overall, lunch passed quickly. Ellie and Flora enjoyed their coloring while Dean and Pansy decided to talk, catching up with one another instead of sitting in awkward silence and ignoring each other. By the end of lunch, the two young girls declared themselves the very best of friends.

“I guess I'll be seeing you soon,” Dean said after lunch as they walked out of the cafe.

“Tomorrow morning at the park,” Pansy promised with a smile. “I'll bring tea.”

 

 

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Relationship: Friendship – Sirius Black and Lily Evans
Pairings: (one-sided) Sirius Black/Lily Evans; and (endgame) James Potter/Lily Evans
Warnings: alternate universe; het; original characters (Hazel Brown and Valeria Pierce); not Severus Snape friendly; and James Potter/Lily Evans endgame

 


059. You're Right


 

 

It was a sunny day in August on a visit to Diagon Alley when Sirius Black first met the love of life. She was short with pale skin, freckles, long red hair, and vibrant green eyes. She was standing a stool in Madam Malkin's, being fitted for her school robes.

Sirius stepped up onto a stool next to her. “Are you headed to Hogwarts as well?” he asked her.

The girl glanced over her shoulder, her green eyes carefully inspecting him, before she answered, “Yes. I'm the first witch in my family.”

She was a muggle-born. If anyone in Sirius' family was around, he would be in trouble for socializing with her. “So, you didn't know about magic before your letter?” he asked. He wondered what that was like.

“No,” she replied, shaking her head, “my best friend told me. He's a wizard, and his mum's a witch.”

Sirius nodded. “I'm Sirius Black,” he said with a smile.

“I'm Lily Evans,” she smiled, showing her lovely white teeth.

At the sight of her smile, Sirius felt his heart skip a beat. It was breathtaking.

 

...

 

Thoughts of Lily Evans and her breathtaking smile filled Sirius' dreams for the next few weeks. He was looking forward to reuniting with Lily either on the Hogwarts Express or at school. Sirius hoped they were in the same House, which filled Sirius' desires to be placed in a different House than Slytherin.

At the age of seven, Sirius had decided he didn't want to be Sorted into Slytherin when he realized how Slytherin was twisting his cousin, Bellatrix, into a horrible and nasty person. Sirius remembered when Bellatrix was fun and bright, and she would spend time playing with Sirius and Regulus. Slytherin was turning her into a cruel and selfish woman who was determined to succeed, no matter the cost of other people.

Since then, Sirius wasn't sure which of the remaining Houses would be the best fit for him. There was Ravenclaw for the intelligent and creativity. Then there was Hufflepuff for the hardworking and loyal. Finally, there was Gryffindor for the brave and daring. Out of the two remaining Houses, Sirius was pretty sure he would end up in either Hufflepuff or Gryffindor.

On the first of September, Sirius followed Cygnus Black with their three daughters on the journey to King's Cross Station via the Floo Network. His parents, Orion and Walburga, were too busy to escort their eldest son to the Hogwarts Express. Sirius shared a quick hug with his little brother, Regulus, under the watchful eye of their house-elf, Kreacher, before pulling his trunk to the sitting room, where his uncle was waiting.

On Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, Sirius watched as parents shared a tearful farewell with their children, most filled with hugs and kisses. Meanwhile, he stood next to his uncle as the man lectured his daughters on their duties and responsibilities to the family. Bellatrix Black stood, nodding along with everything her father had to say while Andromeda Black had her arms crossed, rolling her eyes, and Narcissa Black listened with wide eyes, hanging off of her father's every word.

As Sirius tried to ignore his uncle, he looked around the platform, trying to catch sight of Lily's red hair and green eyes. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of the girl. He could barely wait to see her again.

“I will see you in December,” Cygnus Black said as he nodded to his daughters and his nephew. He left without another word or a hug.

Resisting the urge to sigh, Sirius picked up his trunk as he headed towards the train. It was time to find a compartment. If he got luck, he could get one away from his cousins and the various pure-blood children.

A smirk bloomed across Sirius' face as he thought about his plans for Hogwarts. This would start off with a bang at his Sorting when the Sorting Hat placed him in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor instead of Slytherin. He could hardly wait! After the Sorting, Sirius would befriend his various muggle-born and half-blood roommates, further driving his mother crazy. The very thought of Sirius socializing with “lesser” people would keep her up at night. From there, the possibilities were endless!

On the train, Sirius picked an empty compartment in the middle section. With some difficulty, he managed to load his trunk into the overhead storage bin. Due to the limited options, Sirius looked out of the window, looking in the crowd of people for a redheaded eleven year old girl with green eyes. Determined to find her, Sirius spent the next hour looking for any sign of Lily Evans on the platform.

When the train was pulling away from the platform, Sirius was forced make himself comfortable for the long journey to Hogwarts.

A few minutes into the journey, the door to his compartment opened. Sirius looked over, hoping to see Lily. Instead he found a short and fat boy, around his age, with mousy brown hair and watery blue eyes.

“C-can I sit here?” the boy asked, his voice quiet.

“If you want to,” Sirius answered with a shrug. While it wasn't the company he wanted, someone was better than no one.

The boy offered Sirius a small smile before scrabbling into the compartment. He shot the door, and he took a seat across from Sirius. “I-I'm Peter Pettigrew,” he whispered.

“Sirius Black,” said Sirius with a half-smile.

 

...

 

Sirius didn't catch sight of Lily until they were following the giant man down to the boats. He was forced to watch as Lily climbed into a boat with two other boys and another girl. He glared as he followed Peter to a different boat.

As the boats glided across the lake, Sirius tried to find Lily when he was distracted by the sight of the castle. It was amazing. Sirius stared at it with wide eyes, and he heard the other occupants of the boat gasp and whisper at the majestic sight. The rest of the trip across the lake, Sirius focused on the sight of Hogwarts, swearing to remember this moment – and that image – forever.

All too soon, the boats were docking and the giant man was leading the large group of first years inside of the castle until they met with a woman in emerald robes with a pointed witch's hat. Her dark hair was pulled back and styled in a tight bun, and she had green eyes.

“Thank you, Hagrid,” the woman said with a nod. She spoke with a Scottish accent. Sirius recognized her as Professor McGonagall from his cousins' stories. In fact, she attended school with his father and several other relatives.

“Yer welcome, Minerva,” the giant man said with a heavy accent that Sirius couldn't identify. He walked passed the woman.

“Welcome to Hogwarts, the Welcoming Feast will begin shortly,” McGonagall began, her gaze sweeping over the group of first years. “Before the feast begins, you will all be Sorted into one of the four Houses – Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. While you are here, your House will be like your family.

“You will attend classes with your Housemate,” she continued, “eat together, sleeping together, and you will time in your House common rooms. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphants will earn you points, and your infractions will lose you points. At the end of the year, the House with the most points will be awarded the House Cup.”

She paused for a moment, staring at the group of students. “The Sorting Ceremony will begin in a few minutes,” she stated. “I will return for you in a few minutes. I suggest you use this time to smarten and prepare yourselves.” Turning, she left the group of first years in the small antechamber.

“H-how do you think they Sort us?” asked Peter, glancing around at the large group of students.

“I don't know,” Sirius lied with a shrug. He knew about the Sorting Hat thanks to the countless stories handed down from generation to generation in his family. It was one of the luxuries of pure-blood families.

“My brother told me we had to fight a troll,” boasted a boy with dark hair and blue eyes.

“H-how are supposed to fight a troll?” whimpered a girl with strawberry blonde pigtails and grey eyes. “We don't know any magic.”

“Typic mudbloods,” sneered a dark skinned boy with dark hair and narrowed black eyes.

“What's a mudblood?” asked a girl short straw blonde hair and brown eyes.

“It's a horrible term for muggle-borns,” answered a dark skinned girl with a dark hair styled french braid and silver eyes. “It means dirty blood.”

Whispers and conversations filled the antechamber as the group started talking amongst itself. Sirius looked over the students, trying to find Lily. Where was she?

As he heard the door open, his grey eyes fell on Lily and the boy she was talking to her, signaling the return of Professor McGonagall. Was that the wizard friend she mentioned? He was a little taller than Lily with pale skin, a hooked nose, shoulder-length dark hair that was oily and greasy looking, and black eyes. He wore a sneer as he spoke to Lily.

“Pair up, and form a line,” McGonagall ordered before Sirius could walk over to Lily's side.

Without another word, the professor turned and she started to lead the long line of first years out of the antechamber. Sirius fell in step next to a girl with blonde hair and hazel eyes, a few rows behind Lily and her friend. Too busy looking at the back of Lily's head, Sirius barely noticed when they entered the Great Hall. It was a large room with four long table running across the room. Elevated on a platform was a large table at the end of the room where the numerous staff members were seated. Place in front of the staff table was a stool and a worn hat. Sirius recognized it as the Sorting Hat.

When they approached the platform, the woman had the large group of students crowd around. Once everyone was gathered, the Sorting Hat began its song. Sirius listened with half an ear as looked around for Lily.

“When I call your name, come forward,” ordered Professor McGonagall as she unrolled a long sheet of parchment. She began with “Abbott, Abigail.”

Sirius watched in mild boredom until she reached “Black, Narcissa.” His cousin stepped forward.

“Slytherin!” shouted the Sorting Hat.

The Slytherin table exploded in applause as Narcissa removed the Sorting Hat. As she walked over to the table, she nodded at Sirius with a small smile.

“Black, Sirius,” was called next.

Sirius walked up and he took a seat on the stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head and it fell over his eyes.

“My, my,” the Sorting Hat said. “Aren't you something? A Black that doesn't want to be in Slytherin.”

“Any where else,” Sirius whispered.

“But Slytherin is perfect,” the Sorting Hat said. “You're ambitious and cunning. You have what it takes to be an excellent Slytherin.”

“Not Slytherin!” he hissed.

“Not Slytherin, you say, but it's a perfect fit,” the Sorting Hat continued to say, “but alas, I must put you somewhere. You're smart, but you're far from Ravenclaw martial. While you're hardworking, you don't know where your loyalties lie. Then you're brave, for wanting to defy your family's traditions. Don't forget, you're ambitious and cunning and driven, the perfect Slytherin.”

“Not Slytherin!” Sirius hissed, repeating himself. “Any where else but Slytherin.”

“Fine, fine,” said the Sorting Hat, “not Slytherin. Ravenclaw is out. That leaves Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.”

“Either is fine,” Sirius promised, feeling a weight lifted off of his shoulders. There was no Slytherin in his future.

“Best of luck in GRYFFINDOR!” the Sorting Hat said, shouting the last word.

Silence filled the Great Hall as Sirius removed the Sorting Hat. He handed it to a stunned Professor McGonagall.

She looked at Sirius with wide green eyes as she watched him get up from the stool.

Sirius' gaze locked on the Gryffindor table as he walked towards his new House. This would be his new family. His old family would distance themselves before outright disowning him. It was only a matter of time until Orion caved to the demands of his wife and his father, and he disinherited Sirius as his Heir.

As he approached the table, a few people started clapping, offering a weak applause. Forcing himself to keep his head up, Sirius took a seat.

“Bolton, Rosemary,” was called after Sirius, and the Sorting continued.

Sirius was pleased to see Lily Evans joined him at the Gryffindor table. She took a seat next to him with a small smile.

“Why was everyone so surprised when you were Sorted here?” she whispered as the next student was called.

“Most of my family ends up in Slytherin,” Sirius explained. “I'm the first Gryffindor in family history.”

Lily listened with wide green eyes.

After being hushed by an older student, Sirius and Lily returned their attention to the Sorting. Sirius was surprised when Peter Pettigrew took a seat across from him because Sirius thought this boy would end up in Hufflepuff. Peter offered Sirius a meek smile.

When the Sorting ended, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and he said a few words before the feast began with the food appearing on the table.

 

...

 

It wasn't until the next day when Sirius got to meet his roommates. After their long day and the Welcoming Feast, everyone went to bed. Sirius had passed out the moment his head touched the pillow, and he enjoyed a soundless sleep.

Due to the numerous first year boys, they were separated in groups of six per dorm. Sirius shared his dorm with Peter, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Frank Longbottom, and Kenneth Bell. Sirius had a bed between Peter and Potter, across from Lupin.

“L-let's head to breakfast,” Peter said, turning to Sirius after he pulled on his robes.

Sirius nodded. That was a good idea as any. With any luck, he would be able to eat fast enough and get his schedule before his loving mother's howler arrived. Knowing his mother, it would come today or tomorrow at breakfast.

“Can I tag along?” asked James Potter. He was a little taller than Sirius with messy dark hair and hazel eyes with glasses.

“S-sure,” Peter replied with a smile.

Potter smiled as he led the way out of their dorm and into the common room.

Sirius smiled when he spotted Lily and two of her roommates waiting in the common room.

“Sirius, good morning,” Lily said with a smile. “These are Hazel Brown and Valeria Pierce.”

“Come on,” he said, inviting them along, “we're headed to the Great Hall.”

Lily and her two roommates looked at them before agreeing to come.

“Do you remember the way?” Lily asked, falling in step next to Sirius.

I sure do,” Potter replied with a proud smile as he shoved something into his pocket.

“As do I,” Hazel Brown said, falling in step next to Potter. She had short blonde hair and blue eyes.

The walk to the Great Hall passed with Potter and Brown trying to out run on another while still trying to lead their group. Sirius and Lily were amused by their actions, each one cheering on their new roommate. In the end, Hazel was the first one seated at the Gryffindor table.

 

...

 

By the end of the first month, Sirius and James became best friends, bonding in detention and planning a few pranks on the first year Slytherins. The first year Slytherin had taken to bullying and tormenting Sirius. The group was led by Edward Avery and manipulated by Narcissa Black. They, also, included Severus Snape, Lily's friend. Snape was rude to both of them.

James took the House is family personally. He acted in defense of Sirius every time the Slytherins started something. In fact, James was tired of reacting, and he had taken to starting the conflicts. Those actions landed James and Sirius in detention.

Outside of James and Peter, Sirius had befriended Remus Lupin. He was painfully shy and antisocial. Most days, Remus barely said more than thirty words, and most of the speaking was when professors called on him in class. One thing that was clear about Remus was his intelligence.

 

...

 

“Why are being mean to Severus?” Lily demanded, cornering Sirius in the common room. It was an early morning in December.

“I'm not,” Sirius answered. He could remember a single time he was mean to Snape without Snape starting something. In fact, there were times Sirius was trying to protect him because he was Lily's friend.

“Yes, you are,” Lily stated, placing her hands on her hips and narrowing her green eyes. “You and Potter – you're bullying him!”

“How?” Sirius asked, rising his voice. “We have never started anything with Snape. He's always starting something with us.”

“No he isn't,” Lily said, her voice raising in volume. “Severus isn't a bully.”

“I'm not saying he's a bully,” Sirius told him. “I'm saying anytime we fight, he is starting it.”

“You're lying!” Lily stated. “Severus has told me everything .”

“Did he tell you he stole James' Transfigurations essay last week?” Sirius demanded. He would understand that Lily and Snape were close, and he respected their friendship because Lily was important to him – and he knew Snape was important to her.

“He didn't!” Lily denied, shaking her head.

“Well, he did,” Sirius explained, “and if he told you otherwise then he's lying.”

“Severus isn't a thief or a bully, and he isn't a lair,” she stated. “You're a lair!” Without another word, Lily turned and she stormed off to her dorm.

Sirius stood still, due to shock, as he watched Lily leave. Why didn't she believe him? Sirius didn't lie. He was taught to tell the truth, no matter what, because lying was dishonest and dishonesty was unbecoming of a pure-blood. That was one of the few lessons of value his mother taught him.

After their fight in the common room, Lily stopped hanging around Sirius and James. She stayed in the company of Hazel and Valeria, and she still hung around with Snape. Seeing Lily with Snape left a bitter taste in Sirius' mouth. Every time Snape caught Sirius looked at him and Lily, Snape would wrap an arm around Lily's shoulders and smirk in Sirius' direction.

 

...

 

In the middle of their third year, Sirius was faced with a hard decision. His best friend, James, developed a crush on Lily, the same girl Sirius had liked since he was eleven. Sirius could fight with his best friend for Lily or he could support James' crush was trying to steer him towards another girl.

Knowing how Lily felt about both Sirius and James, Sirius decided to support James' crush. It wasn't like Lily would give either of them the time of day while they were attending Hogwarts. All Sirius had to do was wait until they graduated before pursuing Lily himself.

In supporting James and encouraging him to pursue Lily, Sirius found a small part of himself rejoice each time Lily rejected James. How many public and humiliating rejections would it take before James moved on? Honestly, Sirius thought it take two or three, but James went back each and every time. After two years, Sirius was questioning James' crush. It was clear James really liked Lily, and his feelings showed no signs of fading.

 

...

 

“You were right,” Lily whispered as she sat next to Sirius in the library. Her voice was quiet and she sounded broken.

Sirius glanced up from the Transfiguration textbook. “About what?” he asked.

“About Severus,” she answered, her voice cracking.

“I am sorry,” Sirius whispered. He was. He remembered how important Snape was to Lily back in their first year. That year, Lily chose Snape above her other friends, including Sirius and Valeria Pierce. She believed in him, and Snape played on that as he manipulated her.

“Thanks,” Lily said with watery smile as a few tears streamed down her cheeks.

Sirius said nothing as he placed a hand on top of hers.

“What did he do today?” Lily asked.

“He stole Peter's notes,” Sirius replied, “before ridiculing him.” He shrugged, “You know how self-conscious Peter is, and Snape crossed the line by tormenting him before OWLs.”

“You could've handle it better,” Lily muttered, pulling out her review notes for Potions.

“We could have,” agreed Sirius with nod.

 

...

 

It their seventh year, Sirius' worst nightmares started to come true. Lily did return James' feelings.

“Can you say that, again?” James asked, staring at Lily with wide hazel eyes.

James , can you escort me to Hogsmeade this weekend?” Lily asked with wide smile.

“Y-yes!” James answered, his voice loud.

Lily laughed in response.

James wondered off in a daze with a stupid grin on his face.

Sirius remained frozen in his seat as he watched the scene unfold.

Lily watched James leave with a fond smile before she took the armchair next to Sirius in fornt of the fireplace.

“You were right, again,” she declared with a smile.

“About what?” Sirius asked, turning to look at Lily. He could feel his heart starting to break. She liked James.

Lily liked James, his best friend.

The girl he loved, liked his best friend.

“About James,” she replied, smile in place. “He's a great guy, and I can see that now.”

“Oh,” Sirius said. If hadn't supported James would Lily have given him a chance?

“It's official,” Lily said with a laugh, “I am forever following your advice.”

Sirius forced himself to return her smile, like he forced himself to support their relationship despite his own feelings for Lily.

 

...

 

The hardest day of Sirius' life was the wedding day of his best friend. James was marrying the love of his life – both James' life, and Sirius' life. No one knew about Sirius' feelings for Lily. That day, Sirius' duty was two fold. He was serving as James' best man, and he was walking Lily down the aisle. Honestly, Sirius wanted nothing more than to stay in bed all day. It took all of his energy to leave his bed and get dressed.

“You look beautiful,” Sirius whispered when he saw Lily.

Lily blushed, running her hands over her muggle wedding dress. The top was form-fitting with a beaded bodice and a sweetheart neckline, and the bottom was long and flowing. “Thank you,” she said, glancing in the mirror. “It was my mum's.”

Nodding, Sirius wasn't sure what to say. Lily's parents had died two years ago, a month before they graduated from Hogwarts.

“Sorry,” Lily muttered, whipping a few tears from her eyes. “Today is supposed to be about happy things, not sad things.”

“It's both,” Sirius said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Today's the beginning of the rest of your life as Lily Potter.”

With a few more tears and a laugh, Lily agreed before she fixed her make up.

“Are you ready?” Sirius asked, as he escorted Lily to the gardens.

“Yes,” she replied without hesitation before they stepped out of the double doors.

With a heavy heart, Sirius escorted Lily down the aisle to the man she loved. Everything in Sirius was wishing he stood in James' place. After handing Lily off to James, Sirius moved to take his place next to James, as his best friend and his best man. That was where he belonged.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Daphne Greengrass
Warnings: alternate universe; femslash; mentions of het; and mentions of infidelity
Prompt: (Object) Flower

 


060. The Language of Flowers


 

 

Hermione Granger hummed to the song on the radio as she watered the various flowers. It was a slow day and the other employees were off on lunch while Astoria Greengrass cried her eyes out over her cheating fiance, leaving Hermione alone in the store. While it was against store policy, Hermione wasn't going to complain. She enjoyed moments like these, where she had time and space to herself.

Using the squirt-bottle, Hermione smiled as she watered the roses. Despite the cliché, the red roses were her favorite. These roses had the best scent. She fingered the red petals as she squirted water onto each flower. After the roses came the orchids and the sunflowers followed by the lilies.

Lost in her task, Hermione failed to hear the bell above the door ring as someone entered the shop. Even though it was the lunch hour, the shop wasn't usually busy during this time.

“Excuse me?” someone asked from behind Hermione, startling her.

Jumping at the sound of someone's voice, Hermione turned around. She offered the guest a smile as she tried to greet them. “Good afternoon, welcome to Greengrass' Florists,” she said. “How can I be of service today?”

The guest was an attractive blonde woman. She was tall with a lean build and pale skin. Her long blonde hair was curled, and she had big blue eyes. She was dressed in a business causal manner with black skinny slacks, a white blouse under a soft pink cardigan, a pair of nude pumps, a large necklace, and a black purse.

“I need to send a bouquet,” the woman stated.

Hermione nodded, placing the squirt-bottle in the front pocket of her smack. “What's the occasion?” she asked, motioning for the woman to follow her.

“A break up,” the woman answered with a smile. “My sister's fiance is a cheating smug bag.”

This was an unusual request. “Do you want this bouquet to convey a certain meaning?” Hermione asked. She had a few ideas, but it was best to start with what the client wanted.

The blonde frowned. “Not really,” she answered with a shrug. “It's a just a giant 'fuck you' to Draco.”

Hermione smiled, nodding. “I have an idea,” she said cheerily.

The blonde raised an eyebrow.

Motioning for the blonde to follow her, Hermione started walking around the shop. “I'll to special order some of the flowers,” she said, “but I have the perfect bouquet in mind. Is there a budget to be conscious of?”

The blonde shook her head. “Not really,” she replied.

“We'll start off with some geraniums,” Hermione explained, grabbing a pen and a notepad. “We don't carry those, but it'll only take two days to get them in. Any colors in particular you want?”

The blonde shook her head. “Why geraniums?” she asked. “They're a plain and basic yard flower.”

Hermione smiled, looking up at the blonde. “That they are,” she agreed. “They mean stupidity.”

Blue eyes brightened at the meaning. “That's a good start.”

“Next will be foxglove,” Hermione continued, “and I'll need to place an order for those as well.”

“What do those mean?”

“Insincerity.”

“What's next?”

“Meadowsweet.”

“Isn't that a weed?”

“It is, and it means uselessness.”

The blonde brightened with each flower. “What else?”

“Only two more,” Hermione answered, placing the notepad down, “and we carry those particular plants.”

Hermione led the the client over to the carnations.

“Yellow ones mean 'you have disappointed me',” Hermione explained with a smile.

“I didn't know that,” the blonde muttered, her blue eyes flickering between Hermione and the yellow carnations.

“And finally, there's orange lilies,” Hermione said, moving to the section of lilies.

“What do those mean?”

“Hatred.”

“This'll be perfect!” the blonde declared with a wicked smile.

“And it gets better,” Hermione said.

The blonde looked at her.

“This bouquet is less than thirty dollars,” she stated with a smile. “If you're interested, we can add others – betrayal, resentment, hostility, and apathy.”

“I think this is perfect,” the blonde smiled.

The pair moved over to the counter where Hermione got to work placing the orders as they talked about the arrangement of the flowers.

“I don't even care,” the blonde said, rolling her eyes. “I just want Draco out of my sister's life.”

Hermione nodded, noting the name. There was something familiar about it, but she couldn't place it.

“When do you want these delivered?”

“On Friday,” the blonde replied, scribbling down an address, “while he's at work.”

It took another ten minutes for Hermione to finishing processing the order. “Do you want a card included in the delivery?”

“No,” the blonde said with her wicked smile, “I've got something planned.”

“How would you like to pay?”

“Credit card,” the blonde answered, pulling a card out of her purse. She handed it to Hermione with a smile.

Hermione returned the smile as she ran the card. As the machine processed the card and printed the receipt, Hermione spotted the name on the credit card: Daphne Greengrass. Everything was beginning to make sense.

Her eyes widened and she glanced up at the woman.

Daphne smiled back at her. “I'm thinking we should offer your bouquet,” she said. “It will be a big hit.”

Slowly, Hermione returned the smile.

“What's the story behind it?” Daphne asked, leaning against the counter.

Blushing, Hermione explained, “Me and Luna created the bouquet when we learned someone was cheating on our friend Ginny.”

Daphne nodded, smiling still in place. “Is there anyone special in your life?”

Eyes widening, Hermione felt her face heat up. She shook her head, unable to form a response.

“Great,” Daphne said. “I know a great sushi place. How's Thursday?”

“I'm done with school at six,” Hermione replied with a shy smile.

“I'll pick you up at eight,” Daphne promised. She scribbled something down before passing it to Hermione. “Call me.”

Nodding, Hermione quickly agreed before giving Daphne her number.

“See you Friday,” Daphne said with a wink before she left the flower shop.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
Warnings: alternate universe; het; and unfriendly to Zacharias Smith
Prompt: (Setting) The Leaky Cauldron

 


061. Changes


 

 

Opening The Daily Prophet, Hermione Granger scowled by the headline and the accompanying photograph. Zacharias Smith stood arm and arm with Horace Slughorn, both of them grinning as they waved between shared smug looks. The headline across the top of the photograph read “The Passing of the Baton, From One Potions Master to the Next: Zacharias Smith is the New Potions Professor at Hogwarts.”

While it was childish, Hermione still held a grudge against Smith, stemming from their Hogwarts years. In their fifth year, Smith pushed for the “real story” of the Third Task, despite believing the lies of The Daily Prophet . Others backed Smith, declaring they had a right to know the truth. During the meetings of Dumbledore's Army, Smith was openly critical of Harry's teaching methods and his lessons plans, declaring most of the spellwork to be beneath him since they already learned it.

The following year, he continued to feel entitled to the “real story” of the Department of Mysteries. Even worse, Smith abandoned the members of Dumbledore's Army during his seventh year by aligning himself with Alecto and ? Carrow, interested in protecting himself and the good name of his family. In the that Battle of Hogwarts, Smith was among the first to flee, even pushing first years out of his way in his haste to leave.

Worst of all, Smith sold his “heroic story” of the Battle of Hogwarts to the media for several galleons. He stole stories from other people, including Neville Longbottom and Dean Thomas.

As far as Hermione was considered, the best thing Smith ever did was be in the right place at the right time when Ginny Weasley used her Bat-Bogey Hex on him in front of Professor Slughorn in their sixth year.

Sighing, Hermione focused her attention on the other articles, like the one about the upcoming wedding between Luna Lovegood and Rolf Scamander next week. In fact, the wedding was the entire reason Hermione was back in Britain. If it wasn't for the wedding, she would still be in Sydney, Australia, with her parents.

“Anything good?” Harry Potter asked, taking a seat next to her.

“Not really,” Hermione answered, shaking her head. “Hogwarts has a new Potions professor.”

“Who?” he asked, reaching out and stealing a piece of toast off of her plate.

“Zacharias Smith,” she answered, trying to keep the loathing out of her tone. For some reason, Hermione couldn't find it in her to move on from the past.

Taking a bite of the toast, Harry frowned, as if he was trying to place the name.

“He was in a Hufflepuff in our year,” Hermione explained, fighting a fond smile. It would seem that he had troubling remembering all of their old classmates.

It took a moment before Harry said, “The obnoxious coward?”

Hermione nodded, recalling the nickname Rita Skeeter bestowed upon Smith in her own articles about the Battle of Hogwarts.

“Mornin', Harry,” greeted Hannah Longbottom as she approached the pair with a smile.

“Hannah,” he smiled. “How's Neville?”

“He's good,” Hannah answered, placing a glass of water in front of Harry. “He retired from the Aurors last year, and he's studying to get his Mastery in Herbology.”

“He always loved plants,” commented Hermione, folding the newspaper. She sat it aside.

“Pomona is excited,” Hannah continued to say. “She's talking about retiring in a few years, leaving Neville to teach her classes.”

Hermione frowned at the mention of Pomona Sprout retiring. When she retired, Hogwarts would be in need of a new Head of Hufflepuff, and there was currently one other Hufflepuff alumnus on staff – a certain new Potions professor. At the thought, Hermione glared at the folded newspaper.

“You saw the news?” Hannah asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” Hermione replied, looking up her old classmate.

“Pomona and Minerva are talking about hiring Susan as the Defense professor next year,” she said with a shrug.

“Is leaving the Aurors?” Harry asked.

Hannah nodded, explaining, “Her and Justin want to start a family.” She smiled at the couple, “Harry, what can I get you?”

“Toast,” Hermione answered, shooting a smile at her boyfriend.

“With oatmeal, strawberries, and scrambled eggs,” added Harry.

“Coming right up,” Hannah promised as she shot the order off of the cook. “So, how long are you staying?” she asked, turning back to her old classmates.

“A week and a half,” Hermione answered, taking a sip of her tea. “We came for Luna's wedding, and we figured it would be a good time to visit.”

“Are you staying here the entire time?” Hannah asked, glancing around the interior of The Leaky Cauldron.

“Until Wednesday,” Harry replied, stealing another piece of toast off of Hermione's plate.

Hermione playful rolled her eyes at his actions. “Ron and Lavender get back from the Bahamas,” she added.

“I thought they got married two years ago,” Hannah commented with a frown.

“It's their baby-moon,” Hermione explained, putting into a piece of sausage. “Their first kid is due in March.”

Hannah nodded, making note of a baby-moon. She would have to convince Neville to take one before their first child. It sounded like a good excuse for a vacation.

“Until then, let me know if you need anything,” Hannah promised with a smile.

“When did you start working here?” Hermione asked, glancing around the place. A lot had changed since their Hogwarts years.

“Five years ago, December,” Hannah answered, leaning against the bar. “Tom wanted to retire, and I decided to buy the place.”

Hermione's eyes widened. She didn't know Hannah owned the place.

“Since I didn't like the pub feel,” she explained, “I changed it to a restaurant. I wanted a place that brought more than drinkers.” Motioning to the back, “The first thing I did was remove the entrance.” She wrinkled her nose at the thought.

Glancing behind her, Harry and Hermione nodded in agreement. On their first visit, the brick wall turning into an archway to reveal Diagon Alley had been amazing. In the years following, it was a pain trying to remember the correct combination of bricks to tap. In place of the brick wall was a long sliding accordion door, pulled off to the side, allowing a full view of Diagon Alley and easy access between The Leaky Cauldron and the alley.

Hannah smiled. “Parvati Patil helped me design it,” she said with pride.

A second later a floating plate arrived behind Hannah. Turning around, she took hold of the plate and she brought it over to Harry before placing it down on the counter.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
Warnings: alternate universe; and het
Prompt: (Location) Shrieking Shack

 


062. With You


 

 

Harry Potter sat down on a rock as he looked over at the Shrieking Shack. He found himself wishing for his godfather, Sirius Black. The Shrieking Shack was the place Harry returned meeting Sirius at for the first time – though he knew he would have met Sirius when he was younger since he was a close friend of his parents and he was Harry's godfather.

This year was crazy. A few weeks ago, Harry was entered in a deadly competition against his will, and he was being forced to complete. Since he knew next to nothing about magically binding contracts, Harry had little choice other than complete or risk losing his magic.

“Here,” Hermione Granger said, handing him a hot chocolate. She took a seat next to him on a neighboring rock.

“Thanks,” Harry muttered, taking a sip of the warm drink.

“You're welcome,” Hermione said with a smile. Her smile quickly turned into a frown as she looked over at her best friend. “I, uh, I ran into Hagrid,” she muttered, staring down at her drink. “He, uh, he wants to talk to you, tonight.”

Harry shrugged. The only thing he had planned tonight was visiting the common room like Sirius' letter instructed.

“Uh, he wants to show you something.” Hermione continued to explain, “and he said to bring your cloak.”

“Which cloak?” Harry asked. He had a feeling it was the Invisibility Cloak.

“You know the one,” Hermione answered.

Harry nodded. “Did he say what this was about?”

“Not to me,” Hermione answered, “but I heard him talking to Madam Maxime about the First Task.”

A feeling of anxiety started to fill Harry. This Tournament again. It was like there was no escaping the blasted Triwizard Tournament.

“I've been doing some research,” Hermione said. “The First Task usually tests courage, and it offers a clue about the Second Task. The Second Task tests resourcefulness, and the Third Task tests resourcefulness.”

“Thanks,” Harry muttered.

“In between the First and Second Tasks, there's the Yule Ball,” Hermione added.

Harry looked at his friend with a frown. “Yule Ball?” he repeated.

Nodding, Hermione explained. “It takes place on Christmas Day. As a Champion, you're required to open the ball.”

Harry resisted the urge to groan. Out of all of the events, the Yule Ball sounded the simplest, but this entire Tournament was a nightmare.

“Thanks for all your help,” he said, placing a hand on her knee. “I don't know what I would do without you.”

A blush formed on Hermione's face. “You're welcome,” she whispered. “You know I'm always with you.”

Harry watched as Hermione pressed her lips together, an indicator that she was thinking hard about something. He was curious about what, and he found himself staring at her lips.

After a moment of silence between, Hermione turned to look at her best friend. She forced herself take a deep breath before she leaned in and pressed her lips against Harry's.

Harry felt his eyes widened at the actions of Hermione. He barely spared a thought to the shock that ran over him before he returned her kiss.

The kiss lasted a minute before they parted.

“What does this mean?” Harry asked, reaching out and placing his hand on her leg.

“Whatever we want it to,” Hermione answered with a smile. “I want it to mean we'll see where this will go.”

Harry returned her smile. “Sounds good,” he agreed before pulling her into another kiss.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
Warnings: alternate universe; and het
Prompt: (Setting) Hogwarts Library

 


063. Study Date


 

 

Gently placing a book down on the table, Hermione Granger sighed as she took a seat. Even though it was only October, Hermione knew studying for her Defense OWL would be difficult with the new Ministry-appointed Defense professor, Dolores Umbridge. The woman had assigned a terrible textbook, and she didn't teach them anything – other than not to question the Ministry, and it was best to run away instead of preforming magic.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione tried to calm herself. Thinking about Umbridge and Defense made her angry.

Opening the book, Hermione started to write a list of things she needed to review and learn on her own, in regards to her Defense OWL. Luckily, Defense was the only class that required extra work on her part. The other professors were competent in their subjects.

An hour later, Hermione was startled when Harry Potter dropped into the seat across from her. He offered her a smile before pulling out his Potions textbook.

A sense of pride filled Hermione as she watched her best friend start his homework. Hermione knew she nagged him and Ron endlessly about their homework and their studying. It was nice to see Harry start without her telling him to.

Silence fell over the pair as each got absorbed into their own work.

“Can you over my essay later?” Harry asked, breaking the silence awhile later.

Hermione looked up from the book. She glanced down at the essay in question. “Sure,” she replied. “Would tomorrow work?”

Harry thought for a few second before nodding. “It's due Monday,” he said. “If you can look it over tomorrow then I have the weekend to rewrite it.”

Hermione smiled. “Sounds good,” she said. It took a few years, but Harry had learned to plan and prioritize his homework and his study. She frowned at the thought. That didn't sound right. It was better to say Harry learned the importance of planning out of homework strategy. She smiled. That sound much better.

“What are you working on?” Harry asked, eyeing Hermione's book. It was the correct size to be 'little reading.'

“Defense,” Hermione answered, glancing down at the book. “I'm making a study plan.”

“Want any help?” he asked.

Smiling, Hermione quickly agreed, “That would be great.”

Harry stood up and he moved to a chair next to Hermione. Taking her quill and parchment, he looked over her list, crossing a few things out and adding more. “We need to work on the basics,” he whispered, adding the Disarming Charm, the Stunning Spell, the Shield Charm, and a few others.

After editing the list, Harry added the Patronus Charm. “How's that?” he asked, looking at his friend.

“It's a good start,” Hermione answered with a smile. Harry returned the smile, and she felt her heart skip a beat. Gathering the famous courage of Gryffindors, Hermione leaned forward and she pressed her lips against Harry's.

She felt Harry froze for a moment before he placed a hand on her neck, pulling her closer.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
Warnings: alternate universe; het; next generation characters; James Sirius Potter is a brat; Lily Luna Potter is the eldest child; Rose Weasley and Albus Severus Potter are twins; and there is no Hugo Weasley in the Potter family
Prompt: (Setting) Flourish and Blotts

 


064. Sounds Like a Trick


 

 

“Can we go yet?” whined James Sirius Potter as he looked at his father. He was so done with this bookstore. It sold books, and books were that interesting. He didn't understand why they were still here.

“No, James,” Harry Potter told his son. While he understood James' interest in leaving, they weren't leaving until everyone was done. Currently, that meant everyone but James was still looking.

“But, dad,” James whined, “I wanna see Uncle George.” James was a miniature version of his dad with messy dark hair, glasses, and green eyes.

Closing the Defense book, Harry added it to his small pile. “You know your mom won't let you buy anything,” he reminded his son.

James scowled. “She doesn't have to know,” he said, crossing his arms.

Harry smiled fondly as he watched his oldest son. At times like these it was hard to believe James was thirteen. He lacked the majority his older sister, Lily, had. Then again, James acted like his namesakes – according to the regular letters from Headmistress Minerva McGonagall. James Sirius was a lot like his grandpa and Sirius Black when they were young Hogwarts students.

“Since you spent all your money on a new broom, she would,” Harry said, walking down the aisle of books.

Following his dad, James frowned. As a reward for good grades, his parents paid five galleons for each Outstanding on his report card, and James earned six out of seven. He spent that money, plus most of his savings and bit extra from his dad, on a broomstick. Like his dad and grandpa, James wanted to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team and lead them to the Inter-House Championship.

“I'll do extra chores,” James promised, cutting his dad off in the aisle, as if trying to block him in.

“You already are,” Harry said. “Your broke Al's chess set, and you owe your mom the money for the replacement.”

Frowning, James tried to think of a way he could earn money and fast . He needed new supplies for the pranks he was planning to pull.

“Can I get a loan?” James asked, sounding hopeful.

“How much, and what are you willing to offer as collateral?” his dad asked, amusement in his tone.

James thought about what he wanted to buy, how much it cost, and factoring in the discount he got. “I need twenty-seven galleons,” he said, partly guessing.

“The collateral?” asked Harry, walking passed his son.

“My collection of chocolate frog cards?”

“Denied.”

“But why?”

“I don't think your cards are worth twenty-seven galleons, and there's no guarantee you would pay off your debt in a timely manner.”

James groaned. “What do you want?” he demanded, glaring at his dad.

“It's not what I want,” Harry explained. “It's what you have that I think it worth the price.” Without another word, Harry carried on looking at the books.

Scowling, James crossed his arms. This sounded like a trick.

“What's got your panties in a bunch, squirt?” asked James' older sister, Lily Luna Potter, as she ruffled his hair.

Turning, James glared at his older sister.

Lily smirked in response. While she took after their dad in looks, she had the bushy hair of their mom. Most days, Lily pulled her bushy dark hair back in a bun.

“It's none of your business,” James snapped, glaring at his perfect older sister.

“It you say so, squirt,” Lily said, pulling out a Defense book. Outside of looks, Lily took after their mom – only with their Grandma Lily's temper. Lily was studious, more interested in books than Quidditchs or boys.

“Don't call me that,” grumbled James, crossing his arms.

Rolling her green eyes, Lily side-stepped her brother as she picked up another book. She read over the back before opening it. After a moment, she added it to her enchanted basket.

James' eyes widened at the sight of her basket. There were a lot of books in there. “How can you afford all those?” he asked.

“Perfect grades, perfect attendance, perfect reports,” Lily answered, returning a book to the shelf, “with the added bonus of mom paying for some.”

As he watched his sister move down the aisle, James thought. There had to be someway he could convince one of his parents to loan him the money or give him the money. At the moment, James wasn't too picky since he would get the supplies he needed to survive at Hogwarts.

“Whatever it is, just forget it,” Lily called over her shoulder.

James scowled at her back before he resumed his walk around the bookstore. Without anything else to do, James thought it was a good way to kill time.

In the Ancient Runes section he found his mom with the twins. Hermione Potter was looking over the latest edition of some research journal or another while Rose and Albus Potter were reading their first year textbooks. Rose had the Potions textbook while Al had Herbology.

As he watched his mom and the twins, James wondered how he could be related to nerds and bookworms. Even his dad enjoyed reading and learning.

Sighing, James shook his head.

Hermione glanced up and she looked over at her oldest son. She frowned as she took in his downcast expression. “James, what's wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing, mom,” he answered.

“You lie worse than your dad,” Hermione stated, placing the edition issue of The Journal of Ancient Runes in her shopping basket. Glancing at her youngest children, she said, “Rose, Al, go find Lily and your dad.”

“Why can't James?” asked Rose Nymphadora Potter with a frown. “I'm busy reading.”

“Come on, Ro,” Albus Severus Potter told his sister. “We can read more at home.”

Rose's frown grew in a wordless response. She was the only child that took after Hermione in looks with her bushy brown hair and brown eyes.

“All of your quills and tabs are at home,” Albus reminded his sister. Like James, Albus took after their dad in appearance with his messy dark hair and green eyes. Unlike James and Harry, Albus didn't wear glasses.

Rose's brown eyes widened. She quickly shoved her book into her mom's basket before grabbing hold of her twin brother's arm. “Let's go,” she said, pulling her brother off in a different direction.

“Now, James,” Hermione said, turning her attention to him, “what's wrong?”

James took a moment to debate his opinions: lie, flee and hide, tell the truth, or remain quiet. In the end, he decided to see if his parents told him the truth. They always said tell the truth was important and it was well rewarded. “I need money to buy supplies from Uncle George,” he said.

Hermione closed her eyes as she shook her head. She should have known. He was just like Sirius Black. “Did you talk to Fred?” she asked.

James shook his head. “He's still mad at me,” he replied.

“How do you know if he's still mad at you?” Hermione asked. “You haven't spoken this summer.”

Wordlessly, James shrugged. Fred Weasley II had sent him a letter or floo-called to see if they could hang out. They were best friends.

“Have you tried talking to him?” Hermione asked. She could almost feel the headache coming on.

“No,” James muttered. “He said I was the worst.”

Punching the bridge of her nose, Hermione mentally counted to ten before replying, “Did you think to apologize?”

James responded by shrugging his shoulder as he continued to sulk.

“You should that,” advised Hermione, “and try doing something nice for him.”

“Will it help?” James asked, turning his hopeful green eyes towards his mom.

“It's a good place to start,” she replied. “You said some mean things.”

“Yeah, I know,” he muttered, wanting to roll his eyes.

“Let's go,” Hermione said, walking towards the front of the store. It was time to check out.

“Where are we going next?” James asked, falling in step next to his mom.

“Ollivanders',” Hermione replied. “Albus and Rose need their wands.”

James groaned at the answer. That would take forever .

“There you are,” Harry said in with a smile. He pulled his wife in for a kiss.

“Eww, gross, dad,” James complained, shaking his head. He quickly moved away from his parents. They could be so embarrassing.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
Warnings: alternate universe; and het
Prompt: (Setting) Madam Puddifoot's

 


065. Their Future Together


 

 

It was with great reluctance that Harry Potter returned to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop after his first disastrous date there with Cho Chang back in his fifth year. Next to him, Hermione Granger giggled as they entered the tea shop. The bell above the door jiggled, announcing their arrival.

“I thought you were joking,” she whispered, glancing around. Her brown eyes sparkled with amusement as she took in the tacky and frilly décor. The windows were steamed, obstructing the view of the outside. There were several tables spread around the shop. Each table had two chairs was decorated with a tablecloth, lacy napkins, a rounded sugar bowl, and two teacup on saucers.

Next to her, Harry cringed as he took in the familiar decorations. There were times these very decorations hunted his nightmares.

Giggling, Hermione led her boyfriend to a small in the back of the tea shop. It was a little difficult to navigate around the shop due to tables and chairs. Once they were seated, Hermione glanced around the shop for a few more minutes before turning to her boyfriend with a smile.

“Do you know what this reminds me of?” she asked with a giggle.

Harry shook his head as he fidgeted with his hands.

“Umbridge's office,” Hermione whispered with a smile.

Returning the smile, Harry agreed. “That's what I thought, last time,” he told her.

Reaching out, Hermione placed her hands on top of her boyfriend’s.

The pair stared into one another's eyes for little before they started laughing.

Around them, other couples shot a glare their way.

Hermione glanced around, frowning as she looked for a server of some kind. Surely someone would be along to take their order. A top of honeysuckle tea sounded good, and it would go lovely with some scones or another pastry. She didn't see anyone, much to her irritation.

“Where do you wanna go after this?” Harry whispered. While he was eager to leave, he wanted Hermione to have a good time, enough if it meant staying here longer.

“Probably Honeyduke's and the Three Broomsticks,” Hermione replied with a shrug. Honestly, she didn't really care. All she wanted to do was walk around Hogsmeade with her boyfriend.

Silence fell over the pair as Hermione continued to wait for the server to appear. This was ridiculous! It shouldn't take this long to get some tea!

As she waited, her started to tap her fingers on the table top.

Across the table, Harry watched his girlfriend with a fond smile. He knew Hermione well enough to know she was getting irritated by her actions. Reaching out, Harry took ahold of her hand.

Hermione was startled when she felt Harry take hold of her hand. She turned and offered him a smile.

“Any plans for the holidays?” Harry asked. While they were dating and they were best friends, they hadn't spoken about their holiday plans this year, and December was only two weeks away.

“My parents want to visit Sydney,” Hermione answered with a strained smile, “and they've asked me to come.” Since the end of the Second Blood War, her relationship with her parents was strained. While they understood her actions, it was hard to forget what she could do with her magic.

“That's great,” Harry said with a smile. Since Hermione had restored their memories, her parents had gone to Sydney on vacation once or twice a year. This was the first time they had asked Hermione to accompany them.

Hermione's smile remained strained. “Yeah, I guess,” she muttered.

“Andromeda invited me over,” Harry said quickly, trying to keep the conversation from turning awkward – or at least anymore awkward.

“How is Teddy?” Hermione asked, her interest peaked. Harry and Andromeda exchanged weekly letters with Harry writing about school and asking about his godson, and Andromeda sending letters filled with stories about her grandson and her daughter.

“He's good,” Harry replied with a fond smile. “He can change the shape of his ears.”

Hermione returned the smile.

A comfortable silence fell over the pair.

“We haven't really talked about it,” Harry began, “but I was thinking about making Teddy the heir of the Black family.”

Frowning, Hermione was a little confused. She had assisted from time to time with duties as Lord Black and the affairs of the Black family, but she didn't really feel it was any of her business. It a second for something to click in her brain as her hand flew to the chain around her neck.

A blush formed on her cheeks when Hermione remembered the ring she had placed on the chain. It was the engagement that belonged to Harry's mom, and it represented Harry's promise of their future together. This was a decision that did affect their future together, and none of their children would be able to inherit the Black family lordship, which Hermione was fine with.

“I think that's a good idea,” Hermione said with a smile. “Teddy is a logical choice, and Andromeda will make sure he is prepared.”

Harry flashed her a smile of relief.

Hermione played with the ring for a few second before she forced herself to release the chain and return her hand to the table.

Feeling her stomach growl, Hermione glanced around the tea shop for that blasted server. She frowned, getting fed up. They had been here for awhile, and there was still no sign of anyone coming to greet them – let alone take their order.

“Come on,” Hermione snapped, standing up, “we're leaving.”

Eagerly, Harry leapt to his feet. The sooner they were out of here, the better. “Three Broomsticks?” he asked, following his girlfriend to the door.

“Of course,” Hermione answered. “We should've gone there in the first place.”

 

Chapter Text

Fandoms: Bones and Harry Potter
Pairing: Seeley Booth/Haley Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Harry Potter (Haley); dead bodies; mentions of murder; mentions of violence; overprotective!Teddy Lupin; and mentions of NCIS crossover
Prompt: (Pairing) Booth/female!Harry

Requested by Misschief_Managed.

 


066. Control


 

 

Haley Potter hummed as she cleaned the bones, ignoring the others around her. It was a busy day for the FBI and the Medico-Legal Law of the Jeffersonian Institute. Someone had found an unmarked gravesite with ten bodies, all in various stages of decomposition. The site was still being investigated and more bodies were being found. This case was big. Doctor Brennan and Doctor Saroyan had brought in four of the interns for this case.

Then the media learned about the gravesite and the case exploded. Every news network and newspaper and blog was running the story, and the FBI was being flooded with tips from around the world. The most popular theories were a mafia graveyard or a dumping ground for a serial killer.

Personally, Haley knew it was nothing nefarious. It was simply a family's graveyard. The family had been burying people there for a few centuries. There were a total thirty-six people buried there.

“Please be careful with him,” the spirit of Mary Williams begged as she hovered next to Haley.

Haley nodded, briefly making eye contact with the spirit.

Mary offered her a smile. “That's my beloved Charles,” she explained. “He died a month after we were married then I was forced to marry his older brother, James.” She shook her head. “James was a horrid man – jealous, mean, and bitter. The only good thing about our marriage was my precious Charlene. James wanted nothing to do with her, only our sons. Those boys turned out just like their father.”

Haley made note of the spirit's words. Maybe there was something nefarious afood here, but in small doses. The death of Charlie Williams sounded suspicious. Then there were Mary's words and tone about her second husband and their sons.

“I took good care of them,” she muttered, her tone dark. “James Junior was the worst.”

As she resumed her humming, Haley wished there was a way she could control the Resurrection Stone better. After she defeated Voldemort, the Hallows fused with her body in the resulting magical explosion. Her abilities to control each Hallow was different.

She had decent control over the Elder Wand, allowing her to preform wandless and wordless magic as will. There was complete control of the Cloak of Invisibility, allowing her to disappear and reappear at will. The Resurrection Stone was a completely different story. Haley had no control over it. Most of the time, the Stone reacted around dead bodies, like now.

“Do you have anything of interest of report, Miss Potter?” Brennan asked as she entered the room.

The appearance of Doctor Brennan scared Mary off, much to Haley's relief. There was something about that woman that annoyed and there was something off about her. Haley would need to look into Mary Williams.

“Not much, doctor,” Haley replied. “I've swabbed everything and sent the samples to Hodgins and I sent a sample of DNA to Doctor Saroyan.”

Brennan nodded, looking over the cleaned bones.

“I think most of the bodies are related,” Haley muttered.

Brennan raised an eyebrow, glancing at her newest intern. “Explain,” she stated.

“Most of the bodies seem to share the same cheek and nose formation,” Haley explained, pulling up pictures of the various skulls on the nearby computer. She pointed out the key features, things she had picked up from the various spirits.

Nodding, Brennan promised to have Saroyan compare DNA samples. Without another word, Brennan left to check on Clark Edison in the neighboring room.

Haley smiled. She was the first intern assigned to the case and Clark was assigned after her. They each claimed a bone room, forcing the other two interns, Daisy Wicke and Vincent Nigel-Murray, to share the platform.

“I summon thee Charles Williams,” Haley muttered, focusing the spirit of this body.

A young man appeared. He glanced around and his eyes fell on the bones. “What's going on?” he asked.

“I'm investigating your death,” Haley muttered, keeping her voice low. She didn't want to become known as the intern who talked to bodies. She didn't to take after Uncle Ducky anymore. Being in the same business was enough.

Charles nodded, staring at his bones. “I was sick,” he said. “I started getting sick a lot, and it got worse and worse.”

Haley nodded, her mind whirling. From the limited information she had it was starting to sound like poison. Hopefully Hodgins could determine what kind with the samples she pulled.

 

...

 

Thirteen hours later found Haley leaving the Jeffersonian. As an intern, Haley didn't have much of a life outside work and writing her doctorate dissertation. That wasn't completely true since Haley was due at the Mallard household in a few hours for Sunday night dinner.

Haley yawned as she walked towards her car. This case was over in terms of discovering all of the bodies and determining most of them were related. Some of the bodies – Charles, James, James Junior, and a few others – showed signs of poisoning. Hodgins was analyzing samples, trying to determine the poisons used.

“Hey Potter,” called the voice of Agent Seeley Booth.

Turning her head, Haley spotted the agent running towards him. She offered the man a small smile. “Agent Booth,” she greeted.

“Got any plans tonight, Potter?” Booth asked with a grin.

“Dinner,” Haley replied with a yawn. She had enough time to return to her apartment to catch a nap before she was due for dinner. A nap sounded excellent.

Something in Booth's expression. “Anyone special?”

Haley nodded, digging her keys out of her bag.

Since her head was turned, she didn't see Booth's fist tighten or a frown form on his face. “Maybe we can get together another night,” he said.

“Sounds great,” Haley said, tossing a smile at him.

 

...

 

Four days later, the Williams case was wrapped up. James, James Junior, and a few others were killed with arsenic. A look into the family's records revealed large life insurance policies that were collected after the death of each person, expect for Charles. Each policy listed Mary Williams or Charlene Morrison nee Williams. Charles Williams died from some type of chronic illness that Hodgins didn't identify.

To satisfy her own curiosity, Haley summoned the spirits of both Mary and Charlene for answers. Both women confessed. Mary killed James out of revenge for the death of Charles. She went onto kill her sons when they turned out to be just like their father. Charlene was raised by her bitter mother, and she used arsenic poisoning as a way to eliminate other people – just as her mother taught her.

After the Williams case came another – there was always another case.

 

...

 

A few days before Christmas, Haley was shopping with her godson, Teddy Lupin, at the grocery store, she needed to pick up a few things for the holiday gathering at the Mallard residence. Haley was happy to celebrate with other people because it made the holiday season better.

As Haley was grabbing a peppermint ice cream from the freezer when she spotted Booth looking at frozen meals. She frowned.

“Booth,” she greeted, pushing the cart up next to him.

Booth glanced up, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her. “Potter,” he said with a smile. He looked over her cart. “Having a quiet night in?”

“Kind of,” Haley answered with a shrug. “What about you?”

Booth's smile fell. “More like a quiet week,” he responded in a bitter tone.

“I thought you had Parker for the holidays,” Haley said.

“Change of plans,” Booth muttered. “Rebecca took him to visit her family in New York.”

Haley frowned, pressing her lips together. She knew Booth was devoted to his son and he enjoyed spending time with Parker. “Do you have any other plans for the holidays?” she asked.

“Not really,” Booth replied with a shrug. “I figured I would enjoy whatever game with some beer.”

“Would you like to join me?” she questioned.

Booth looked shocked at the question. “Are you sure?”

“I won't ask if it was,” Haley told him. Ducky wouldn't mind the extra company.

“Then if you're sure, I'd be happy to,” Booth said. “Should I bring anything?”

Haley's green eyes narrowed as she recalled her shopping list and the menu. “Dessert and wine couldn't go amiss,” she replied.

“Anything in particular?”

“Personally, I love a good cheesecake and Mascot.”

“Mascot?”

“It's a sweet wine, perfect for dessert.”

Booth laughed. “Could you help me find a good Mascot?”

“I'd be happy to.”

The pair shared a smile.

“Haley, I found the root beer,” Teddy said, stopping at her side.

“Thanks, Teddy,” she said with a smile, ruffling his dark hair.

He put the soda in the cart, frowning at the sight of Booth. “Who's that?” he asked.

“Teddy, this is Agent Seeley Booth,” Haley said. “We work together.” She glanced at Booth, “This is my godson, Teddy Lupin.”

Teddy eyed Booth with a growing frown. “Why do ya like Haley?” he demanded. His eyes flashed amber.

“Teddy!” Haley exclaimed, staring at her godson with wide green eyes. “You're not supposed to ask that. We work together.”

“That doesn't matter,” Teddy said. “He likes you. I can smell it.”

Booth raised an eyebrow. That was a strange British expression. “I like her because she's kind, funny, and intelligent,” he answered.

“Are ya gonna ask her out?” Teddy demanded.

“Someday,” replied Booth.

“As long as Haley agrees, you better treat her right,” Teddy stated, crossing his arms.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: The Avengers, Harry Potter, and Thor
Pairing: Loki/Hulda Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Harry Potter (Hulda); Hulda is the Master of Death; Hulda is a sassy witch; and mentions of Doctor Who crossover
Prompt: Loki meets female!Harry when trying to get Death.

Requested by Alairia_Young and TheFatedReader.

 


067. Death


 

 

Hulda Potter was enjoying a peaceful afternoon on a sunny beach in The Bahamas. She was lounging on reclined chair with a mixed drink in hand. This was a vacation, and this was a vacation she earned. She deserved it. Being the Master of Death wasn't easy.

Honestly, it was hard to call what she did being “the Master of Death” because most days she was Death. Death was off enjoying retirement somewhere in the multi-universe. Last she heard, Death was traveling around in a police box with a doctor.

The Wizarding World had the tale of the Deathly Hallows wrong. Death created to Hallows to find an heir – someone to take over while Death enjoyed relaxation. When Hulda defeated Voldemort and took full ownership of the Elder Wand, she became the heir.

Her training started off in dreams with Death judging her – making sure she would be worthy of the power and responsibility. After the dreams, she met Death in a cafe in Muggle London. From there, Hulda was trained and Death disappeared into a police box.

As she laid on the beach, enjoying the sun, Hulda felt an annoying pull. Something was tagging on her magic. Hulda ignored it, but the tagging grew more persistence. It quickly pissed her off.

With a snarl, Hulda stood up. She threw her mixed drink into the sand before storming off. Away from prying eyes, she waved her hand to magic change her clothes from a bikini to a dark jeans, an olive green top, and a black leather jacket. Closing her eyes, Hulda allowed her magic to lead her to whoever was trying to summon her.

 

...

 

After his fall to Earth, Loki found himself unable to access his magic for weeks. After two months, he had enough magic to preform a ritual. He selected a ritual to summon Death. Death could broker his deal to kill people and have the humans worship him with Thanos.

When Loki preformed the ritual, he found himself waiting for Death. A prince of Asgard didn't deserve to be kept waiting . Death was going to get it.

It took thirty minutes before Death arrived.

Only it wasn't Death.

Loki wasn't familiar with Death, but he was pretty sure Death was an attractive female human with dark hair and green eyes and pale skin, holding a tumbler with alcohol.

“Who are you?” Loki demanded.

“It's customary to introduce one's self first,” not-Death replied, her tone filled with snark.

Loki snarled at her, trying to intimidate an answer out of her.

She merely raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “I'm waiting,” she stated.

“I am Prince Loki of Asgard,” he said after a few seconds.

“Well, Prince Loki of Asgard,” she began, her tone mocking, “what did you summon me for?”

“Who are you?” he demanded. “I didn't summon you. I summoned Death. You're not Death.”

She raised her eyebrow up further. “As far as you're concerned, I am Death,” she stated. “But you can call me Hulda.”

Loki laughed. “ Hulda , you're not Death. I've met Death, and you look nothing like Death.”

“Death is on vacation,” Hulda said, uncrossing her arms to place her hands on her hips. “ I'm in charge.”

“When is Death getting back?”

Hulda pulled out a rectangle device out of her pocket. She tapped on it for a few minutes. “Maybe in a century or two,” she said, slipping the device back into her pocket.

“Get me Death. Now!

“Not gonna happen – for several reason. Chief among them, I don't want to. Now, I'll say this only once: what can I do for you?”

“Death. Now.”

“No. Try again.”

The pair glared at each other as silence fell over them.

“If you don't want anything, then I'm leaving,” Hulda stated.

“I need you to broker a deal with Thanos,” Loki said. “I need an army.”

Before Loki was done speaking, Hulda pulled her rectangle device out and she tap away on it. “No can do,” she said. “Thanos is on the list of beings I'm not allowed to associate with.”

The answer made Loki clench his teeth as a rage filled him. He had never felt anything like this before – including with Thor.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Deforest Greengrass/Halesia Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; het; male!Daphne Greengrass (Deforest); and female!Harry Potter (Halesia)
Prompt: (Trope) Genderbender with two characters

Requested by Pumba2110.

 


068. Take It


 

 

When the Triwizard Tournament was announced during the Welcoming Feast, Deforest Greengrass since an owl to his aunt, Ivy, who worked for the Department of Education seeking information. It was easier to get information from a source than the library. Luckily, Deforest had a source.

Within a week, Deforest had packets of information, about the Tasks and past Tournaments. There were always three task and a ball held on Christmas Eve. The ball explained why Deforest had a brand new set of dress robes. When he learned of the ball, Deforest's blue eyes drifted over to Gryffindor table where Halesia Potter sat with her friend, Granger and Weasley.

He would have to act quickly to get Halesia to agree to go with him. She would be someone a lot of people were interested in asking. While Deforest and Halesia didn't have much of a relationship, they were civil with one another. They worked together in Potions regularly, and Deforest had never said anything bad to or about Halesia and her friends. He had gone as far as to silenced Malfoy a few times.

On Halloween, Deforest was surprised when Halesia's name came out of the Goblet of Fire. He knew from the wide eyes and terrified expression that she wasn't expecting that. He was one of the first to believe that she hadn't entered.

What sane fourteen year old would want to compete in a deadly tournament with older students?

Deforest watched as most of the students turned on Halesia, again. Gryffindor students were led by Ron Weasley, Slytherin by Draco Malfoy, Ravenclaw by Cho Chang, and Hufflepuff by Zacharias Smith.

A few weeks later, Deforest spotted Halesia in the library surrounded by piles of books. She was franticly looking through them, jumping from one to another.

“What's wrong, Potter?” he asked, picking up a book – How to Tame Your Dragon – and glanced at a few others. Why was Potter looking up dragons?

Her green eyes met his blue ones. “The First Task is only days away,” she whispered.

Glancing over the books, Deforest pulled out a chair. “Dragons?” he asked, thumbing through How to Tame Your Dragon .

“Nesting mothers,” muttered Halesia.

Deforest swore under his breath. Nesting mother dragons were serious business. His mind whirled as he watched Halesia drop one book in favor of another. An idea struck him.

“You're taking this too seriously,” he stated.

Halesia's expression grew panicked and enraged.

Holding up a hand, he quickly explained, “You only have to try . Using the magic you know, can you think of any strategies to get past the dragon?”

Frowning, Halesia sat the book down as she thought over his words. “Maybe a Summoning Charm,” she muttered.

Deforest nodded, pulling out a piece of parchment. That was a start.

Together, they listed each and every spell Halesia knew and those she could easily learn and master in a few days. Next to each spell uses were written down. The Levitation Charm could be used to broke something on top of the dragon's head.

 

...

 

Deforest sat with Tracey Davis and Blaise Zabini to watch the First Task. He was uncharacteristically nervous and fidgety. Being his closest friends, both Tracey and Blaise had noticed. They both chose to ignore it, knowing their friend would explain later. All they needed to do was get Astoria to ask and Deforest would cave, unable to deny his little sister anything.

He watched in silent glee as Fleur and Viktor got their eggs, each making mistakes, and as Diggory failed to retrieve his own. Halesia had thought about warning him, but Deforest had quickly detracted her.

Halesia appeared on the field. She raised her wand to cast the Summoning Charm on the golden egg itself. Much to everyone's surprise, the egg went soaring into her hand. While Halesia completed the task quickly, she received a total score of 34, placing her in third – only a few points ahead of Diggory.

 

...

 

The day following the First Task, Deforest met Halesia at their table in the library. She offered him a shy smile as she presented her golden egg.

“Don't open it,” she whispered, passing him the egg. “It's a loud screeching noise.”

Deforest nodded. He would need to listen to it later, but he could wait a few days or weeks. The Second Task wasn't until February.

“Has anyone told you about the Yule Ball?” he asked, pulling out their Potions homework.

Halesia frowned, shaking her head.

“It's a special ball that happens on Christmas Eve,” he explained. “The Champions and their dates open it.”

“D-dates?” Halesia repeated with wide green eyes.

Deforest nodded.

Halesia shook her head, blushing. “But I've never been on a date,” she whispered, her tone sounding a little whiny. “I don't want this stupid ball to be my first one.”

Her words had Deforest perking up. “Then, Halesia , you do me the honor of attending Hogsmeade with me?” he asked.

Green eyes widened. “Y-yeah, why not?” she answered with a small smile and a blush.

While that wasn't the exact answer Deforest wanted, he was taking it. She agreed. That was the important thing.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; and slash
Prompt: (Pairing) Cedric/Harry

Requested by HarricIsLife.

 


069. Agreement


 

 

When he was young, Cedric Diggory remembered a time when Mary Diggory had her old friends James and Lily Potter over for afternoon tea in the middle of the night. From the red faces and giggling, Cedric figured grown ups were weird because tea was not that interesting. Lily had learned she was pregnant, and she would be going away for a long time. Before they left that night, the two created a betrothal agreement between young Cedric and their unborn child. At this time, Cedric was almost two.

While his parents raised him knowing there was a betrothal agreement in place, Cedric was ten when his parents explained it to him. When James and Lily's son, Harry, turned eighteen, they would marry. The next year when Cedric left to Hogwarts, his parents would be allowed to take Harry in. So Harry could become a member of the family, and he could get to know Cedric.

It wasn't until Cedric turned eleven that he learned his betrothed was Harry Potter , the Boy-Who-Lived. Amos and Mary instructed their son not to tell anyone about his betrothed being Harry Potter. Because of their serious tones and the expression on his father's face, Cedric promised.

At the age of nine, Harry didn't understand what betrothal or marriage meant. All he understood was he was leaving his relatives, the Dursleys, and he would never have to return again. Harry was happy with that. He and Cedric became friends, writing letters to each other during Cedric's time at Hogwarts.

When Harry started Hogwarts two years later, he used the name Harrison Evans. He was Sorted into Hufflepuff, like Cedric. Amos and Mary wanted to keep Harry's real name a secret. Harry didn't understand it, and Cedric was starting to. There were some people who were obsessed with Harry. If people learned about the betrothal agreement it would endanger Cedric, his parents, and Harry.

 

...

 

During his sixth year, the Triwizard Tournament came to Hogwarts. Cedric thought about entering, but he decided against it. While Headmaster Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic said the tournament was safe, it still had a long and deadly history. Entering for money and glory wasn't worth the risk.

Cedric and Harry joined the rest of Hufflepuff as they cheered for Angelina Johnson, the Hogwarts Champion. While she had difficulty with the dragon in the First Task, she glided through the water in the Second Task, and she earned a ten minute ahead start for the maze in the Third Task. In the end, Fleur Delacour won the Triwizard Tournament for Beauxbatons – and Angelina won the heart of Viktor Krum for herself.

The highlight of the year was dancing with Harry at the Yule Ball. It was one of their first dates. Since he was raised knowing about the agreement, Cedric only wanted to date the one person he was promised to.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Holly Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; het; female!Harry Potter (Holly); Draco Malfoy is out of character; and mentions of puke
Prompt: (Pairing) Draco Malfoy/female!Harry Potter

Requested by ameve2.

 


070. First Friend


 

 

Nervously biting her lip, Holly Potter entered Madam Malkin's as Hagrid had instructed. The man had left her standing outside as he ran off to the Leaky Cauldron needing something to sooth his stomach after the ride at Gringotts. Holly couldn't blame the man. She hadn't like that ride either. In fact, it made her puke.

Looking down at Dudley's hand-me-down shirt, she frown. There was dried puke on the front of her shirt. How could she walk around like this?

Holly was far from vain, but she understood the importance of one's appearance. There was extra pressure added now that she learned of her title in the Wizarding World. She was the Girl-Who-Lived, and people treated her like a celebrity. Celebrities were suppose to walk around with puke stains.

With a sigh, Holly had little choice but to enter the robe store. She didn't know any magic so she could fix the stain herself, and she wasn't sure if she could walk up to anyone and ask them to fix it. There was a chance the person would curse her or something. She needed to learn who she could and couldn't trust.

As she entered the store, Holly could feel someone eyeing her. Looking over to the counter, there was woman with a pinched expression and narrowed eyes. The woman glared at Holly, making her shrink within herself.

“I'd like to buy my Hogwarts robes, please?” Holly told the woman behind the counter.

The woman sneered, “We don't serve your kind here, girl. Get lost!”

Holly's narrowed. She was use to this treatment from the Dursleys', not strangers. This woman didn't even know her. “I was told I could purchase robes here,” Holly stated. She had to try and stand up for herself because no one else would.

“You'll have better luck at a second-hand store,” the woman told her. “We only accept paying customers , not free-loaders.”

Holly heard a few people snicker. Turn to glance at the right, she saw a few other employees and customers, smiling and laughing. Biting her lip, Holly willed herself not to cry.

“What's going on here?” demanded a boy's voice.

“I apology for the disruptions, Heir Malfoy,” the woman said. “I'm trying to send this girl on her way. Clearly, she's not the sort we want in this fine establishment.”

Holly clenched her eyes shut as the woman spoke with such disgust for her. How could someone be so cruel?

“How can you tell she's the sort you want?” the boy identified as Heir Malfoy asked.

Opening her eyes, Holly glanced over to see her savior. He was a little taller than her with pale skin, silver eyes, and platinum blonde hair.

“I just can,” the woman explained. “Look at her: shaggy and unwashed hair, stained and large clothing that's obviously second-hand and Muggle, and her shoes don't fit.”

Heir Malfoy's face tightened as the woman spoke. “If you're going to judge your potential customers so harshly, then I will shop elsewhere,” he declared.

The woman glared at the boy. “You're more than welcome to,” she said. “Maybe you can take your new friend with you as you leave.”

Heir Malfoy nodded. He took ahold of Holly's hand as he led her out of the store.

“T-thank you,” Holly whispered as they stepped out into Diagon Alley.

“You're welcome,” he said, looking Holly over.

“I-I'm Holly,” she said, offering her hand. “Holly Potter.”

His silver eyes widened at her name before taking her hand. “I'm Draco Malfoy,” he said. “It's an honor to meet you, Heiress Potter.”

Holly frowned. “What's that mean?” she asked. She had never been called Heiress Potter before.

“It's your proper title,” he explained. “As the last surviving member of House Potter, you'll be Heiress Potter until thirteen when you become Lady Potter.”

“I don't really understand,” she said, feeling stupid. “I new to all of this.”

Draco frowned. “Is this your first time in Diagon Alley?” he asked, sounding a little confused.

Holly nodded. “I just learn I was a witch a few hours ago when Hagrid got me,” she explained.

Draco's eyes widened. “You mean you didn't know about magic before today?”

Nodding, Holly felt herself blush.

“I think we should find my parents,” he declared, grabbing her hand. He led her through Diagon Alley towards the bookstore before taking herself inside and up to a woman with blonde hair.

The blonde woman was tall and elegant looking with her hair styled in an up-do. She had gray eyes.

“Mother,” Draco said, drawing her attention.

The woman smiled at her son before she looked over at Holly. Her eyes narrowed slightly.

“Draco,” she said warmly, “who's your friend?”

“This Heiress Holly Potter,” he said. “Heiress Potter, this my mother, Lady Narcissa Malfoy.”

Lady Malfoy raised an eyebrow. “You have your father's cheekbones,” she said.

“R-really?” Holly asked in a hopeful tone. Her eyes lit up at the mention of her parents. There was so much she didn't know.

“Mother, Heiress Potter could benefit from your tutelage,” he explained.

“What kind?” his mother asked.

Draco paused for a moment as he thought of the appropriate response.

“Any,” Holly answered. “I just learned I was a witch.”

Lady Malfoy's eyes narrowed. “Who raised you?” she asked.

“My aunt and uncle,” Holly replied, her tone soft. “They're Muggles. Apparently, they knew all about magic and my parents and they never told me. My uncle hoped he could somehow make my magic disappear.”

Gray eyes narrowed further as Holly spoke. “How did he try to remove your magic?”

Holly shrugged. She learned not to talk about the Dursleys and their abuse. Either no one would believe or they would forget.

“Well, let's you fitted for robes,” Lady Malfoy announced as she led the two children out of the bookstore.

“We can't go back to Madam Malkin's,” Draco told his mother. “Mrs. Fawley was rude to Heiress Potter.”

Lady Malfoy nodded as she led them to a different robe store. Holly barely had time to glance around the interior of the store before she was taken into a fitting room with two female assistance with Lady Malfoy ordering a full wardrobe be done for her.

As she was poked and prodded, Holly resulted she had made her first friend. Draco didn't even know her and he was nice to her. He took her to his mother to make sure she was taken care of. Lady Malfoy was so nice to her. As she was being fitted, Holly vowed to be a good and loyal friend for Draco.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Caradoc Dearborn/Jamie Potter
Warnings: alternate universe; female!James Potter (Jamie); het; major original characters (Caitlin Bones and Roger Abbott); and mentions of violence, death, and war
Prompt: (Pairing) Caradoc Dearborn/female!James

Requested by RebBe10 .

 


071. The Will to Live


 

 

Caradoc Dearborn was raised in a pure-blood household, taken into the Bones family as a ward. His mother died when he was young and his father ran off before he was born. He was a half-blood, the son of a muggle-born mother and a pure-blood father, according to Caitlin Abbott, nee Bones. Caitlin was the woman who raised him until her marriage to Roger Abbott.

Growing up in the Bones household, Caradoc grew up with the other Bones children and the children of the Bones' closest allies – the Abbotts, the Longbottoms, and the Potters. Out of all the children, Caradoc liked little Jamie Potter the most. She was a small and pale girl with a head of messy hair and large hazel eyes. She was a quiet child, more interested in reading than playing with her friends. Since he was a few years older, Caradoc was happy to sit with Jamie in the library, reading in silence.

Like most magical children, when he turned eleven, Caradoc went off to Hogwarts to begin his magical education. He was Sorted into Ravenclaw. He kept in contact with the Bones family through letters and he would send one to Jamie every once in awhile.

In his fourth year, Jamie Potter arrived to Hogwarts. She had grown, becoming tall and slim with messy hair and glasses. She wore a large smile and she laughed when talking with others. Like most Potters, Jamie was Sorted into Gryffindor.

Their shared years at Hogwarts found them interacting some. Jamie would join Caradoc in the library with her textbooks, homework, and questions. She smiled at him in passing or offer a wave across the Great Hall.

Graduating from Hogwarts brought a lot of changes to Caradoc's life. Mainly, his identity. Apparently, he was the bastard son of Caitlin Bones and Arthur Earl. According to Caitlin, Arthur Earl was a half-blood and he ran off to the United States in search of fame, glory, and riches when he learned Caitlin was pregnant.

When he learned the truth, Caradoc felt a wealth of emotions, betrayal being the strongest. Instead of lashing out and say something, he walked away from the situation being non-confrontational. It took a week to work through his thoughts and feelings before reaching a decision. By being raised in the Bones household, Caradoc understood the shame and stigma attached to a witch who had a child out of wedlock. To save Caitlin's reputation and allow her to have the child, the real identity of the child had to be kept secret. He was interested in getting to know Caitlin better.

They started small, afternoon tea in Diagon Alley or a dinner at Bones Manor. After a few weeks, Caitlin started bringing her husband, Roger. Unlike most wizards, Roger welcomed his wife's son into his life and those of his children. To keep the rouse of Caradoc being the Bones' ward, he was called cousin by his half-siblings.

A few months after graduating Hogwarts, Caradoc went off to Paris to study under Edmund Ellis, a world renown Duelist and Defense Master, for his Mastery in Defensive Magic with the blessing of Caitlin and Roger. They were even footing the bill for the mastery.

Caradoc didn't return to England until he was twenty-one. He had two Masteries in Defensive Magic and Warding, which brought several employment offers – including the position of Defensive Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, which he politely declined. Instead, Caradoc took an entry level position at Gringotts, which would fast-track him through Curse Breaker training and get him stationed in Egypt.

A few weeks after his return to England, Caradoc joined the Bones and Abbott families in attending the funeral of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter, who were killed by Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. It was at the funerals where Caradoc got his first look at Jamie Potter all grown up. She was a stunning young woman with pale skin, a slim build, curly dark hair, hazel eyes, and she looked like the perfect pure-blood lady.

“How are you holding up, Lady Potter?” Caradoc whispered after the services were over and most of the guests were leaving.

Jamie stared at him with his hazel eyes before answering, “Well enough. I'm the last Potter and I need to fulfill my duties.”

The way she said it made Caradoc frown. When she was younger, Jamie didn't want to be a good pure-blood lady. She wanted to travel and fight the bad guys before settling down to have a family.

It took a long conversation with Caitlin and Roger before Caradoc had an idea. He cared about Jamie and he wanted her to be happy. Both Caitlin and Roger agreed that remaining in England and being a good pure-blood wife wouldn't make Jamie happy.

“You should take her Egypt,” Caitlin said.

Caradoc was caught off guard.

“If you leave the planning to us, you can be on your way by the end of the month,” Roger said, sharing a look with his wife.

“Think about it,” Caitlin told her son, “you will stop at nothing to make her happy. I raised you to be a kind and considerate young man.”

“Not all marriages are founded on love,” Roger added, taking ahold of his wife's hand, “but it's easy to fall in love. Ours was founded out friendship.”

Caradoc remained silent as he listened. They made some good points. Before he approached Jamie with the idea of marriage, he would want to reconnect and make sure they got along.

“Give me a few weeks before you start planning anything,” he told them.

When he returned to his apartment, Caradoc sent Jamie an owl with an invitation to join him for tea. The reply came the next day. Jamie would be waiting at Rosa Lee Teabag at three o'clock on Thursday, in two days' time. Their first tea together was filled with long pauses, awkward silences, and tension. Despite that they met again the following week for tea, which went better.

At their fourth afternoon together, Jamie wore a frown.

“Why are you asking out?” she asked bluntly.

The question caught Caradoc by surprise, but he knew it was only a matter of time before Jamie asked. All fun and joking aside, she was straightforward and blunt person who valued honesty.

“I'm interested in you,” he answered. “I wanted to reconnect before saying anything.”

“Why?” she asked.

“If you don't get along then there's no point to pursuing a relationship.”

“No. Why are you interested in me ?”

“Because I care about you. I want you to be happy, and the Jamie I remember didn't want to be the pure-blood wife, she wanted action and adventure.”

She quiet for a moment before asking, “Why do you care about me?”

“You're my friend,” he replied with a shrug. “You were my favorite person growing up.”

The topic was dropped, but there was a change between them. Jamie would reach out, placing her hand on top of his, or she would lean into his arm. When talking, she was more relaxed and opened.

Everything changed on Halloween when Lord Voldemort launched an attack on Diagon Alley. Twenty people were killed, and over fifty were injured. Whispers started circulating about the ineffectiveness of the Ministry and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Something needed to be done. Voldemort and his Death Eaters needed to be stopped. Within a week, Headmaster Dumbledore sent out invitations to former students about his group, the Order of the Phoenix, which would combat Voldemort and Death Eaters.

Jamie wanted to join.

“Don't,” Caradoc told her. “This vigilant group is against the law. Amelia was just promoted to Deputy Head and Alastor Moody was made Head Auror. Have faith in them.”

Jamie frowned. She wanted to do something – she wanted to fight.

“Why?” Caradoc asked her. “What do you have to gain?”

She didn't have an answer.

While the Ministry started to become more effective, it was slow. People were dying and families were murdered in their houses. Jamie was targeted, escaping Voldemort for a third time in her young life.

“Marry me?” Caradoc asked, holding her close the next day. “Marry me, and we'll leave Britain. It's safer in Cairo.”

Jamie nodded with tears in her eyes. She wanted to stay and fight, to defend her beliefs and her allies. But she wanted to live more. She wanted a life away from the violence and uncertainty that plagued Magical Britain.

They were married within a fortnight and they left for Cairo two days after the wedding. While Caradoc worked at various dig sights, Jamie turned her attention to Transfigurations. Caradoc wanted her to decide when they would have children. She would do most of the work and any children of theirs would carry on the Potter name.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger
Warnings: alternate universe; het; and mentions of pure-blood customs
Prompt: (Pairing) Viktor/Hermione

Requested by Kaister .

 


072. Interest


 

 

The first time he noticed Hermione Granger was in the library. Viktor was seated at a table in the back of the library at a table with piles of books. He didn't know how long his hiding spot would remain hidden, but he planned to enjoy the solute and quiet for as long as he could.

It was a muttering to herself that drew Viktor's attention as he looked up from his homework to a find a young woman scanning the nearby bookshelves. He watched as she walked along the bookcase before coming to a stop and pulling out a book. She smiled, tucking the book under her arm. With her book, she turned. Her brown eyes met his. For a second, Viktor waited with a sense a dread as her eyes widened. Quickly, the young woman spun on her heel and walked away, leaving Viktor alone.

He sat there shocked for a moment before pulling himself out of it. It was clear she recognized him, but she decided not to approach. If he didn't know any better Viktor would say she was ignoring him.

This the first time two years someone had deliberately ignored him.

 

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After their first eye-lock in the library, Viktor caught an eye out for the bushy-haired witch in Gryffindor colors. He was curious. It was unusual for young women not to approach him, asking for an autograph or a date or a betrothal agreement.

As hard as he tried, Viktor didn't see much of her around Hogwarts. He caught glimpse of her here and there – in the Great Hall during mealtime, in passing at the library, and as she dashed through the halls.

 

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The second time he saw her was in the Champion's tent before the First Task. She entered the tent, flinging herself in Harry Potter's arms as she whispered with him. At the sight of them and their close interactions, a sense of jealousy and envy overtook Viktor. He had no clue where these feelings came from. These were things he wasn't use to feeling, anymore.

He watched as Potter and the girl finished their exchange. Their conversation was cut short by the arrival of Rita Skeeter and her photographer. The judges entered the tent a few minutes behind the reporter.

The first real clue Viktor got on the identity on Potter's friend was Granger, which Dumbledore called her. While he was no expert on European pure-blood families, he was willing to bet Miss Granger was either a half-blood or a muggle-born.

In fact, he would prefer her to be a half-blood or a muggle-born over a pure-blood. Viktor, himself, was a half-blood – the second son of a pure-blood witch and a half-blood wizard. While he was raised in the magical world with pure-blood customs and practices, Viktor liked the idea of marrying a muggle-born. It stemmed from his Grandfather Victor Krum, a British muggle-born. Viktor grew up idolizing his grandfather. While his parents were busy with his older brother and older sister, Viktor was raised by his paternal grandparents, Victor and Sofia.

 

...

 

Armed with the name Granger and a few galleons, Viktor learned everything he needed to and more from Tracey Davis, a fourth year Slytherin. According to Davis, Hermione Jean Granger was tied for top student in their year. While Granger knew her theory, her practical work was holding her back. Granger was a muggle-born, daughter of two muggle healers that specialized in teeth. Since Halloween of their first year, Granger had been best friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Granger was right-handed, she used navy blue ink, and she liked fruit salad.

 

...

 

In the days after the First Task, Viktor kept a close eye out for Hermione. The Yule Ball was coming up and he needed a date. There was only one witch he was interested in. He just needed the opportunity to approach Hermione. It would help if he could get to know her, person to person, before asking her out. While Viktor liked her, he wanted her to like him.

Viktor decided to approach her one afternoon in the library. This was the first time he had ever approached a girl before. There was flurry of butterflies in his stomach – worse that when he played his first professional game of Quidditch – and his palms were sweating. He couldn't recall a time he had felt like this before.

He wasn't even this nervous when he fought the dragon last week!

Doing his best to recall the “proper pure-blood wizard” lessons from his childhood, Viktor still couldn't come up with a way to approach Hermione. To the best of his memory, those lessons never covered how to date a witch out – there were plenty of lessons on how to approach a witch's parents about a betrothal agreement.

In the end, he decided on the spur-of-the-moment. Hermione was seated in the library, and Viktor decided to join her – without an invite and without asking. He merely walked up to the table, pulled a chair out, and sat down.

Hermione's brown eyes narrowed before she turned her attention back to her book.

The first day passed in silence in between them.

In fact, that's how the first week passed.

It was Hermione who broke the silence between them.

“Can I help you?” she asked on Monday of the second week. Her eyes were narrowed and there was an underlining tone of annoyance in her voice.

“No,” Viktor replied. His heartbeat picked up speed as they spoke.

“Then why are you here?” she asked. Her tone was sharp.

“To sit with you,” Viktor answered. His heartbeat started to increase.

“Do you want anything?”

“To get to know you.”

“Why?”

“I think you're interesting.”

 

...

 

After that day, they started to talk. It was usually small talk, about their days or the weather or food. As they started to get more comfortable, their conversations turned a little more personal. Hermione asked for assistance on her studying and she told Viktor about her childhood. In turn, Viktor offered book references and he spoke of his love of Quidditch and his grandfather. They spoke of their friends. Viktor was relieved to learn Hermione saw Harry Potter as a brother, and she had no romantic interest in Ron Weasley.

After three weeks, Viktor asked Hermione to be his date to the Yule Ball.

She agreed, on the condition they keep it quiet. Hermione had no desire to targeted by other witches, who wanted Viktor for themselves.

 

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Fandom: Harry Potter, and Twilight
Pairing: Charlie Swan/Harry Potter; mentions of past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley; and mentions of past Charlie Swan/Renee Swan
Warnings: alternate universe; slash; mentions of het; Teddy, James, Albus, and Lily are aged up; Albus and Lily are twins; Renee is a horrible parent; and Bella is a decent character
Prompt: (Scenario) Charlie and Harry meet and fall in love.

Requested by Kit.

 


073. A New Family


 

 

In a small town like Forks, Washington, there was a small populations and the same stores and restaurant, most of which were handed down between the family. It was uncommon for someone to move to town and open a new store or restaurant without living there a year or two. That being said, Marauders' was an unexpected and welcome addition. It was small little diner that had amazing coffee and a wide arrange of food that was open twenty-four hours and hired locals.

Harry Potter moved to town in early February of 2000 with his four young children. He was handsome man with dark hair, emerald eyes, and he was British. It was easy to see why he was a quick hit with the ladies. He decided to move to Forks after the death of his wife, Ginny.

When he first moved to town, Harry bought a large property a few miles outside of the town where he began construction on his family's new home while he rented a three-bedroom house a few doors down from Charlie Swan.

As the family's house was being built, Harry purchased the diner in Forks that he began renovating in March. By June, Marauders' was open and Harry hired local high school students as wait-staff along with a few other women. By July, the diner was a huge success. The prices were fair and the food was amazing. It was a local hotspot.

Charlie Swan became a regular. Harry offered a discount to local police, paramedics, and firefighters. He called it thank you for everything you do. In turn for the discount, most of them tipped extra, which the wait-staff enjoyed.

Since he was a regular and he kept odd hours, Charlie quickly befriended the owner. Harry made a point to stop by the diner in the late hours while his children were home sound asleep with his elderly uncle Mister Kreacher. According to Harry and his children, Mister Kreacher was antisocial and he didn't like to leave the house.

“How are the children?” Charlie asked one evening as Harry joined him in a booth.

“Good,” Harry answered with a smile and pride. “Teddy passed his spelling test, James has gone two weeks without biting anyone, and the twins are walking.”

Charlie returned the warm smile. He loved listening to the other man talk about his children. It was clear Harry loved and adored them. Listening to him made Charlie long for his own daughter. Bella wanted little to do with him these days. “A whole two weeks? That sounds like a record,” Charlie said.

Harry laughed. “It is,” he agreed. “The previous one was nine days. If James keeps this up, I promised him the possibility of a puppy.”

Charlie joined in the laughter. “Only the possibility?” he asked, his tone teasing.

Harry flushed. “We all want a puppy,” he admitted, “but the children need to earn the privilege.”

 

...

 

A few weeks later found the additions of Padfoot and Moony to the Potter household. Padfoot was a hyperactive chocolate lab, and Moony was a silent husky. The two puppies were commonly seen around Marauders'. The puppies were well-behaved. They were popular amongst the diners and the staff.

 

...

 

Since Charlie lived down the street, he found himself strong-armed into joining the Potter family for several occasions, usually dinner and game nights. Any night he wasn't at work, Charlie was with the Potter family. Spending time with Teddy, James, Albus, and Lily filled his heart with joy, lessening the ache and longing of his own daughter.

In November of 2001, the Potter family's mansion was completed. Harry and his children called it a manor, which had to be British for “mansion.” They were moved in within a week. A week later, Harry showed to drag Charlie over for dinner. Those were the longest and saddest weeks Charlie had experienced in years. He missed Harry and the children.

“The kids haven't seen you in two weeks,” Harry scolded him on the drive over. “We're worried.”

Charlie sat in the passenger seat in silence, overwhelmed by the thought of joining his new family.

That night after dinner and games, Harry drove Charlie home. Before climbing out of the SUV, Charlie pulled the other man into a kiss. He was relieved and overjoyed when Harry eagerly returned the kiss.

“You're welcome anytime,” Harry whispered between kisses. “We want you around.”

“Forever?” Charlie asked.

“Yes,” Harry answered before the kissing grew more heated.

 

...

 

April found Charlie moving within the Potter family. He moved in two weeks after learning magic was real. He couldn't bare the thought of leaving his family and his partner . They trusted him with such an important secret, making it clear how much they valued the addition of Charlie to the family. After moving in, Charlie met Mister Kreacher. It was easy to understand why the house-elf wasn't seen around town.

Unable to sell his house, Charlie had it renovated before renting it out to a local family. That summer, Harry and Charlie officially joined their families by getting married in Vermont. Bella was invited to join in the celebration, but Renee didn't allow it. She didn't want her daughter exposed to such vile things as homosexuality. It was a sin against nature.

With Harry's support, Charlie filed for custody of Bella. Leaving her in Renee's care was a bad idea. The woman wasn't a good choice. In July of 2002, Bella Swan moved to Forks, Washington, joining her father, stepfather, and step-siblings.

While Bella wasn't fond of the cold weather, she was excited to have siblings. It was a new experience for her, and it was something she had longed for. Bella was welcomed with open arms. It was a difficult transition for everyone, but it worked out. She was let in on the secret of magic, something she was eager to learn more about.

Together, the two men and their five children began a new family.

 

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Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire, Game of Thrones, and Harry Potter
Relationship: (Friendship and Sisterly) – Daphne Greengrass and Astoria Greengrass
Warnings: alternate universe; reincarnated!Daphne Greengrass; mentions of non-graphic childbirth; mentions of war and violence; and reincarnated!Astoria Greengrass
Prompt: (Scenario) Daphne Greengrass is reincarnated in Westores as a member of a Great House.

 


074. Hear Me Roar


 

 

It was with great shock that Daphne Greengrass found herself being born, again. The last thing she remembered was an artifact exploding. As an Unspeakable for the Department of Mysteries, Daphne investigated and worked with strange and unknown artifacts on a daily basis. Then, the moment, Daphne could hear someone telling Lady Joanna to push before she felt someone pulling. Then she was wrapped in something and handed off to Lady Joanna and someone called for Ser Tywin.

“Mi'lady, what's her name?” a male voice asked.

“We'll have to wait for my husband, Maester Jasper,” Lady Joanna said, cradling her newborn daughter close to her chest.

A little later, a door opened and Daphne was handed off to someone else.

“It's a daughter, mi'lord,” Lady Joanna said. “What would you like to name her?”

Lord Tywin thought for a moment before answering, “Daelilia Lannister.”

All too soon, the newly named Daelilia was passed back to her mother.

 

...

 

Daelilia Lannister was an odd child. She was quiet, rarely crying. With some difficulty, she adjust to sleeping through the night. According to the wet nurse, she made noises when she was hungry and a different noise when she needed to be changed. Daelilia was happiest to be held, listening to the adults talk. She would smile and giggle, happily laying still as a baby could.

Everyone was surprised when Daelilia started talking at the age of ten moons and she was walking by the age of thirteen moons. At the age of three namedays, she was reading and writing. When her younger siblings were born in 266, she was speaking with full sentences and proper gammer.

 

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Adjusting to life as Daelilia Lannister was a long process. It was unbelievable embarrassing to be an infant again, and she had to choice but to adjust. She was relieved to find she maintained her magic. In last hours of the night, she would practice trying to talk and hold herself up and using her magic. During the day, she would play the role of quiet and gentle baby.

From what she gathered, she was born into an important house in a different world. She was a Lannister of Casterly Rock, and she was someone of importances. Her father served as Hand to the King, a position of prestige and power.

Listening to her parents and their servants talk, she understood that her parents had high expectations of her. Her mother, Joanna, wanted her to marry one of the sons of her beloved and dear friend Princess Mariah Nymeros Martell of Dorne while her father, Tywin, wanted her to marry Prince Rhaegar, the crown prince and heir to the Iron Throne and son of his friend, King Aerys II Targaryen.

The conversations about her marrying Prince Rhaegar ended with the birth of Princess Aemma in 264 AC. It was common practice for a Targaryen prince to take a sister-wife. Instead, her parents turned their attention elsewhere, considering Robert Baratheon of the Stormlands and Brandon Stark of the North.

Understanding her role and what her parents wanted for her, Daelilia took to being the perfect lady. She understood what was expected of her.

 

...

 

Daelilia was delighted by the arrival of her younger siblings, twins named Cersei and Jaime by her parents. Her father was quite with Jaime, his son and heir, while her mother whispered about the beauty of her newborn daughter. Personally, Daelilia was happy to have younger siblings.

A few moons after the birth of Jaime and Cersei, Daelilia and her Aunt Genna Lannister joined her father in King's Landing. Tywin wanted his daughter to socialize with the royal children, hoping to endear her to Queen Rhaella and Prince Rhaegar. Prince Rhaegar had a younger sister, Princess Aemma, close to Daelilia's age. She was the most likely candidate to marry her brother, but Tywin still held hope that his own daughter could sway the crowned prince's interest.

At the sight of Princess Aemma, Daelila was filled with endless joy. She would know that magic anywhere . It was the magic of her little sister, Astoria.

They met in secret that night.

“I'm so happy to see you,” Daelilia told the princess, hugging close. “How did you get here?”

“Same,” Aemma replied with happy tears. “When you dead, I couldn't bare the thought of loosing you. So, I followed you.”

“Why?” Daelilia asked, pulling away a little. “You were set to marry Draco.”

Aemma shrugged. “You're more important,” she explained. “You mean more to me than any boy ever could.”

The pair shared a smile.

 

...

 

Queen Rhaella was pleased by the quick friendship between Princess Aemma and Lady Daelilia. The young princess had taken to calling her new friend “Dae” and Daelilia called the princess “Ae” in return.

A few months later, Lady Joanna arrived to the capital with the twins. The family found a home in the Tower of the Hand. Lady Joanna and Queen Rhaella enjoyed afternoon together, watching as their older children played together.

“I'm glad Aemma and Daelilia are such close friends,” the queen told Joanna one afternoon.

The words surprised Joanna. She smiled at the queen, telling her, “I look forward to the day Daelilia becomes a lady-in-waiting to the princess.”

Queen Rhaella watched their daughters making flower crowns. “I don't believe that will happen,” she said.

Joanna frowned. “May I inquire as to why?”

“I believe Aemma will the Lady Wife of a Lord Paramount,” the queen stated. “My husband is the discussing the possibility of marrying Aemma to his favorite cousin's son and heir.”

Joanna's eyes widened as she took in the queen's words. That meant Prince Rhaegar would be in need of a different bride. “Well, I hope Daelilia and Aemma remain good friends, nonetheless,” she said.

While the topic was changed, Joanna remained surprised. She told her husband that night, and Tywin smiled. There was a chance their daughter would be queen.

 

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Rabastan Lestrange/Andromeda Black
Warnings: alternate universe; het; and infidelity
Prompts: (Pairing) Rabastan/Andromeda; and (Length) 339 words to 359 words

 


075. Rolling in the Deep


 

 

Rabastan Lestrange fell in love with when he was fifteen. She was beauty with dark hair and gray eyes, and her smile lit up the room and it made his heart skip a beat. After pursuing her for a few weeks, Andromeda agreed to date. Eventually, dates turned into a relationship that produced a betrothal contract. As far as Rabastan was concerned, everything was perfect and it could only get better.

In their seventh year, their perfect and happy relationship started to change – more specifically, Andromeda started to change. It started in their sixth year with little things – being late to a study date, taking an extra second to lean into an embrace, and freezing up when they kissed. Rabastan noticed each time Andromeda tensed or took one second too long, but he didn't try to think anything about it.

As sixth year turned into seventh year, Rabastan began to doubt his life relationship. There was something going on with Andromeda, and she refused to talk about it. As difficult as it was Rabastan tried to respect her privacy and give her space, thinking she needed to work through something.

Unfortunately, that seemed to make things work. The distance between Rabastan and Andromeda grew big, little by little – lie and omission. As their once healthy and happy relationship deteriorated, Rabastan tried to remain rational.

There had to be a reasonable explanation for Andromeda's actions.

One night when he was headed back to the Slytherin common room after studying the library, he came across a sight that broke his heart. Andromeda Black – the love of his life and his betrothal – was kissing Ted Tonks in a deserted corridor.

The very sight made Rabastan's blood boil as he watched Andromeda lovingly smile and pat Ted on the arm. What was so special about Ted Tonks? He was nameless mudblood, destined to be a boot-licker at the Ministry. Whereas Rabastan was a handsome and wealthy pure-blood with a secured position at the Ministry

Rabastan remained still, his eyes narrowed as he watched. He knew the moment Andromeda caught sight of him. She froze with her eyes widened and her skin turning pale.

 

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Fandom: Harry Potter
Relationship: Familial – Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley, Dudley Dursley, and Harry Potter
Pairing: Vernon Dursley/Petunia Dursley
Warnings: alternate universe; het; Vernon is a wizard in hiding; Dudley is a wizard; and the Dursley family is loving and caring
Prompt: (Scenario) Harry was raised by the loving Dursley family, where both Vernon and Petunia are keeping secrets.

Requested by TheFatedReader .

 


076. Secrets and Lies


 

 

A few months after graduating from Hogwarts, Veremund Sewlyn put his Ravenclaw intelligence to work as he thought about his future. He was the last of his family's male line. With his parents dead and his sister declared a squib, he was the only one that stood between his family line and extinction. He knew the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters wanted to recruit him. If he rejected the recruitment, Veremund would be as good as dead – and the family line with him.

Veremund had no interest in joining the Dark Lord in his mission to kill Muggles and eliminate Muggle-borns. While Vermund believed witches and wizards were superior to Muggles. But he did believe all witches and wizards were equal – there was no difference between Muggle-borns and pure-bloods. They all had magic, and the future of magic was through them. Unlike most pure-bloods, Vermund believed squibs were important. Of course, his opinion could be bias based on his older sister, Marjorie.

Needing to clear his head, Veremund went to the Muggle World to visit his sister. When their parents discovered she was a squib, they bought a large piece of property in the English countryside. They built a nice house on the property with all of the Muggle amenities and best magical protection. As Marge grew up, their parents sent her to the best schools in England, wanting her to have the best future possible.

Marge welcomed her brother with open arms. Being a year apart in age, they were close growing up. They were able to remain close as they got older. Magic didn't get between them, their parents didn't allow it. When Veremund went off to Hogwarts, he exchanged two or three letters a week with his sister.

The visit with Marge proved to be useful. Veremund came to a decision regarding his future – and that of his family. He couldn't join the Dark Lord and the Death Eater. It would be disrespect to the legacy of his grandparents and it would be against his conscious. His grandparents, from his mother's side, had fled Germany, forgoing their own graduation, to seek safety in England. Therefore, Veremund Sewlyn needed to disappear.

With assistance from Marge, her connections, and Gringotts, Veremund was able to create a new identity in the Muggle World as Vernon Dursley, the younger brother of Marge. Over the course of three years, he received a Muggle education before enrolling in the university to studying business and finances.

 

...

 

In his new life as Vernon Dursley, he tried to be as normal as possible. He learned by observing other Muggles, watching Muggle entertainment, and forming his own opinions. The most important part of being a normal Muggle was falling in love and getting married. The idea was rather foreign to him. Growing up in the Magical World, he was betrothed to Andromeda Black. Their agreement was broken when she ran off with a Muggle-born named Ted Tonks. Another agreement hadn't been made before the death of his parents at the hands of Death Eaters during an attack on Diagon Alley.

During his last year at university, Vernon met Petunia Evans. At the time, she was the receptionist for the Business Department, having graduated two years before. Over the course of two years, they dated. On their second anniversary, following Vernon's new position at Grunning's, he proposed. While he didn't know if he was in love with Petunia, Vernon was fond of her and he wanted a future with her. The idea was surprising since he wasn't the fondest of Muggles. But as a Muggle, he should marry a Muggle.

 

...

 

They had been married for three years when the Dark Lord was defeated. Vernon only knew when he encountered several happy witches and wizards in the mist of celebrating. Learning of the Dark Lord's defeat filled Vernon with relief and happiness. He could return home!

The thought filled him with panic. In order to return to the Magical World, he would have a to leave the Muggle World. He didn't mind that idea, but it would mean telling Petunia the truth about everything . He feared his wife's reaction. Would she fear him? Would she accuse him of using his magic on her?

In the six years of their relationship, Vernon knew he loved his wife and he wasn't sure what he would do without her. The day passed with Vernon thinking about his future. There was just more than himself to consider. He had a wife and a son.

 

...

 

The next day, things began to change. It started with the arrival of Petunia's nephew on their front porch. Who, in their right mind, would leave a young child alone on a porch in the middle of the night? Petunia altered between quietly crying and glaring.

Vernon didn't know the whole story, but he knew there was something going on between his wife and her sister. There was some kind of rift in their relationship, but Petunia wasn't forthcoming on the details. Petunia and Lily barely interacted that Vernon saw.

After the birth of their son, Petunia spoke of trying to reconnect with her sister. They exchanged a few letters. Any change of a rekindle died with Lily. But the arrival of Lily's son brought something a second chance.

“We need to keep him, Vernon,” Petunia whispered, tears in her eyes.

“Of course, Pet,” he told his wife, holding her close. “He's family. I wouldn't dare send him away.”

Petunia smiled through her tears. There was something off about her smile that caused Vernon to frown.

“Why do you think I would send him away?” he asked.

The question made Petunia freeze. “I-I didn't know what to think,” she whispered. “We haven't discussed the future of our family.”

Learning Petunia didn't know Vernon would care for their nephew made him irritated, but he couldn't fault her. She was true. They hadn't discuss the future of their family too much. They had Dudley, but they hadn't talked about anymore children. As the last of his family, Vernon wanted to have multiple children, hopefully two sons and a daughter.

“What is your nephew's full name, again?” Vernon asked. He remembered the lad's first name was Harry.

“Harrison James Potter,” his wife answered.

 

...

 

With the addition of Harry to their family, there was a long adjust period. Harry and Dudley got along well. During the day, Harry was a quiet and sad baby. It was clear he kept looking around of his parents, Unc'a Paddy, Unc'a Mooney, and Unc'a Wormy. He cried some. At night, Harry was easily lulled to sleep, but he would woke up crying at odd hours of the night. The sound of Harry's cries would awaken Dudley.

Vernon and Petunia took turns tending to the children. When they would each turn the room, Harry and Dudley would be the same crib and toys would be floating overhead. It was clear that the presence of Dudley helped sooth Harry.

Since they hadn't told one another about the existence of magic, both Petunia and Vernon came to the wrong conclusion. Vernon was convinced Dudley was using his magic to sooth his cousin while Petunia was convinced it was Harry. In reality, it was both of them. Harry would apparate himself to Dudley's side and Dudley would make the toys float, trying to distract his cousin.

 

Chapter Text

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Gilderoy Lockhart/Rita Skeeter
Warnings: alternate universe; het; and infidelity
Prompts: (Pairing) Molly/Arthur; and (Length) 333 words to 353 words

 


077. Rumor Has It


 

 

Reading over her notes, Rita Skeeter smiled. This next article would be excellent, and it would get her one step closer to that position as a columnist. While Rita loved finding dirt on the others and blackmail people, she was eager for the chance to be a different kind of journalist – a real journalist. Honestly, she was tired of reading gossip – of being a Gossip Correspondent.

Smile in place, Rita picked up her quill. She rolled it between her fingers before she pressed it the parchment and started scribbling away. Lost in the words she was writing, it took Rita a few minutes to pull herself back into the real world when she heard someone calling her name.

When she looked up from her parchment, Rita found herself staring at one of the many faceless interns.

“What?” she snapped, eyes narrowed. This intern had better have a good reason to interrupt her work.

“I was hoping you could look over this, for me,” the mousy intern explained, holding out a piece of parchment.

“What is it?” Rita demanded, impatiently. She had better things to do than babysit the interns.

“It's a gossip piece,” the mousy girl explained with a grin.

“On who?” the older report asked, rolling her eyes. These interns were ridiculous.

“Gilderoy Lockhart,” the intern replied.

Rita froze at the mention of her partner's name. “What about him?”

“His torrid love affair with Gwenog Jones.”

“There's no such affair.”

“I have pictures.

The statement made Rita freeze and her blood run cold. “Let me!” she demanded.

With a wide grin, the intern handed over her piece of parchment a few photographs. Rita read over everything, her eyes narrowed and the blood rushing through her ears. When she was done reading it, Rita stood up before storming to the floo. Gildeory had some explaining to do.

Gilderoy Lockhart greeted Rita with his award-winning smile. “Love,” he said.

“What's going on between you and Gwenog?” Rita asked.

“Nothing,” he said. “We're simply friends.”

“Explain this,” Rita demanded, tossing the photographs in front of him.

 

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Fandoms: The Avengers, and Harry Potter
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff/Holly Stark
Warnings: alternate universe; female!Harry Potter (Holly Stark); Harry is the child of Tony Stark; Pietro Maximoff lives; not Wanda Maximoff friendly; and Steve Rogers is a flawed person
Prompt: (Theme) Pietro lives; and (Theme) female!Harry is the daughter of Tony Stark

Requested by LivinLife and ameve2.

 


078. To Tell the Truth


 

 

The first time Pietro Maximoff caught sight of Holly Stark, he was in a rundown bar with his twin sister. Holly was at some red carpet event or another, smiling while she gave an interview. Wanda snarled at the sight of the dark-haired heiress.

“Who is she?” Pietro asked, eyeing the young woman. She was rather beautiful with dark, curly hair, emerald eyes, and red lips. She wore an expensive purple cocktail dress, and there were diamonds around her neck and in her ears.

“Holly Stark,” Wanda growled, her lips curling into disgust. “She's the daughter of Tony Stark.”

Pietro nodded, absentmindedly. He didn't completely understand his sister's fixation against Stark for the death of their parents. The weapon that killed them was a Stark missile, but that didn't mean Stark was responsible. Of course, he knew better than to bring this up to his sister. Following the deaths of their parents and other family members, she had grown unstable. There was something about her fixation on Stark that kept her somewhat focused.

At that tim, Pietro was twenty-one and Holly was eighteen.

A few days later, Pietro followed his sister's lead in enlisting in some rebel group. Wanda didn't say much, but she claimed the group leading the fight against their enemy . For some reason, Pietro hadn't asked too many questions. It probably had to do with the fact that they were being offered food, shelter, and clothes.

 

...

 

The first time Pietro Maximoff met Holly Stark was three years later when he and Wanda fled Ultron's service. Wanda had learned the truth behind Ultron's motives, forcing them to seek an alliance with the Avengers. Upon their visit, Holly happened to be visiting her father.

“You!” she missed at the sight of the twins. Her green eyes seemed to glow in anger as she glared at the pair.

“Relax,” Steve Rogers told her. “They're here to talk.”

Holly shook her head. “I don't care why they're here,” she said. “They won't be staying.”

Steve glared. “I'm team leader,” he reminded her.

“And this is a Stark property,” Holly countered, crossing her arms. “And as a Stark, I say they aren't welcome here.”

Wanda glared at the dark haired young woman. “You can't tell us what to do,” she argued.

“You're right, I can't,” Holly agreed.

Wanda smirked, feeling superior.

Pietro glanced between his twin sister and Holly.

“But I can tell them what to do,” she stated. “If I say you're trespassing, then you are.”

Pietro could tell that Wanda's temper was escalating. Before he could do anything, she lashed out with her red mist. A superior smirk crossed her lips as she aimed the red mist towards Holly.

Holly's emerald eyes narrowed as she raised her hand, deflecting the attack back towards Wanda. She shot a red light from her fingertips. The red light hit Wanda, causing her to fall to the ground straight and stiff.

“Now, explain to me why you're here,” she ordered, turning to Pietro. Her eyes were narrowed.

Taking a glance at the still form of his twin sister, Pietro locked eyes with Holly and he began to talk, revealing the true motives of Ultron and the reason they should trust them in the fight against Ultron to save all live on Earth.

 

...

 

The first time Pietro Maximoff kissed Holly Stark was a spur of the moment decision. He was running high from his near death experience and their victory over Ultron. Holly returned the kiss before punching him in the face. Despite the throbbing, Pietro couldn't help but smile.

The smile fade when he joined the Avengers for a press conference. Tony Stark took the responsibility for creating Ultron.

“That's incorrect,” he said, speaking up. He closed his eyes, asking his parents for their love and support as he betrayed his sister – his only remaining family in the world. “My sister used her power to manipulate you into creating Ultron.”

His statement drew all kinds of attention to him and Wanda. Reporters shouted questions as the other Avengers looked over at him. Tony's eyes were narrowed and he wore a thoughtful expression.

All too soon, Pietro was ushered away from the press conference by a woman named Maria Hill. She had plenty of questions for him and she was joined by a few other people. They wanted to know about Wanda, her powers, how she got her powers, which led to a discussion about Hydra and their experiments and his involvement with Hydra. Pietro answered the questions as best and honestly as he could.

Why did he join Hydra?

He followed Wanda. Wanda said they would get three meals, a safe place to sleep, clothes, and they could make some money. Having nothing, it was a temping offer. They weren't the only ones to join. There hundred others.

What happened to the others?

They died from the experiments. There were so many , some with medical equipment, some with serums and potions, and some with Loki's staff.

Who were the other people?

Pietro only remember the names of two people: Sofie and Annette Krum. They were young twins, kidnapped while their family was on vacation. He knew Hydra caught meticulous records.

 

...

 

After the questioning was offer, Maria Hill introduced him to a defense team. People were out for blood – his and Wanda's. Since Pietro was cooperating and honest, Tony was footing the bill for his defense team.

Pietro wanted to ask about his twin sister, but decided against it when he saw the pinched expression on Maria's face. Knowing his sister, Wanda was blaming everyone else for her current situation – including him since he had betrayed her.

For his own safety and a sign to the people, Pietro was housed at the United Nations in New York City during the investigation. While he was technically a prisoner, he had decent accommodations: a cell with a comfort bed, three meals a day, time outside, and access to television and the internet.

For his own good, Pietro had decided to avoid the internet and the television. He didn't want to know what people were saying about him and his sister.

During his stay, Holly Stark visited him. She brought a few gifts, including food and a few books. She would stay and talk, sometime playing a card game with him.

“Why did you tell the truth?” she asked after a few visits. She wore an expression of curiosity.

“Because it's the right thing to do,” he explained with a shrug. “Your dad deserved to know it wasn't his fault.”

Holly nodded, a thoughtful look on her face, before changing the subject.

 

...

 

A year and a half later, Pietro was released from the United Nations' custody onto American soil with a green card. There was a car waiting for him as he walked out, ignoring the reporters as they shouted questions.

Climbing into the backseat of the car, Pietro found Holly Stark waiting for him. She greeted him with a kiss before he could close the door.

“Take us to the Tower, Hap,” Holly told the driver.