Too Late [h.p]

too late [h.p]

word count: 1.9k

pairing: harry potter x reader

warnings: lots of angsttt

a/n: i don’t really like how this turned out but its long and it took me awhile so i’m going to post it. feel free to leave feedback!!

request: no, just something i came up with. 

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you glared harshly at the two adults who had made your life a living hell. amycus and alecto carrow, two new professors at hogwarts, who had claimed responsibility for disciplining students. you hadn’t bothered to keep track of how many times you’d been tortured by the two, but at this point, it didn’t really matter. 

currently, you were missing an emergency meeting called by the headmaster (though you refused to address him as such) because you’d simply helped heal a first year after they’d been punished. it seemed as though a lot of the older students at hogwarts had been doing this frequently. it was mutually agreed it was much better that you’d get hurt over the younger students.

especially you. being the partner of the infamous harry potter had its upsides, everyone knew you from harry, which you really never minded, and you loved him. you’d been through so much together, you thought nothing would break the bond you’d made with him, until now. 

with your current situation, you couldn’t help but think it would be better if you weren’t together, at least as publicly as you were. you’d get special ‘treatment’, though that’s hardly what you’d call it. to put it simply; you were the carrow’s favourite target.

maybe things wouldn’t have been so bad if he were here to comfort you, to keep you safe. to tell you it would all be okay. but he wasn't there. he’d left you behind. he’d taken hermione and ron to find and destroy the horcruxes, and left you without even a goodbye. you understood that he wanted to keep you safe, but you wanted to do the same for him as well. 

besides, hogwarts didn’t feel like home anymore. it was more so a prison than anything, and it definitely wasn’t safe.

the carrows cackled as they hit you with curse after curse, you doing your best as to not cry. it always made things worse, you’d learned numerous times. “crying is a sign of weakness, they’d say, “we have to toughen you up.” 

now, you’ve trained yourself to sit quietly through your punishment, as much pain you went through, it would only get worse the louder you were. you’d experienced the cruciatus curse so many times, you were beginning to feel numb through it all.

finally, the two got bored of you and sent you on your way. you’d stood tall leaving the room, but once you were out of site, you broke down crying. you weren’t sure how much more of the torture you could take; you were only 17, a child. you put on a brave front for the younger years, but you were still only just a young witch. 

you sat there, knees pulled to your chest as you cried quietly, as the pain agonizingly slowly faded. while your tears dried, you sat in silence for a moment before you heard the carrows coming down the corridor. you quickly ducked behind a pillar and pressed your back to it, not wanting anyone to see you in this state.

“someones spotted potter in hogsmeade!” they whisper-shouted, walking briskly through the hall. 

“i’m aware. we must prepare, the time is coming.” the other voice replied. you couldn’t quite makeout who was who, but it didn’t matter. you were more focused on what they’d said. harry had been spotted? you hadn’t heard from him since he’d left, but surely if he was to return you’d know, right? no, it mustn't have been him; you knew better than to get your hopes up in a time like this. 

and what were they on about? ‘the time is coming?’ your head hurt trying to process what you’d just heard. you waited for the pair to walk out of sight before getting up, using a quick spell to fix your appearance and made your way to the great hall.

on the way, you weren’t paying much attention and before you knew it, a body slammed into yours. you didn’t realize who it was until you looked down and registered the long, fiery red hair cascading down her back. “ginny?” you asked, confused. 

she’d obviously been in a rush of some sort, and the youngest weasley looked up at you concerned. “y/n! i-i’ve been looking.. for you.. everywhere!” she panted, out of breath. 

“woah ginny, slow down! what's going on?” you asked, but before the ginger haired girl had a chance to reply, screams were heard all throughout the castle, and a large commotion was heard as students flooded the staircases. “what the hell?” 

“y/n, it’s about harry.” ginny said, a nervous expression on her face. as the swarm of students headed their way, you grabbed her and pulled her aside. 

“tell me whats going on!” you exclaimed, overwhelmed and frustrated. 

“he’s back. he’s in the castle.” the younger girl said, leaving you speechless. 

“he’s.. here? harry’s here?” you suddenly felt something you hadn’t felt in the longest time; hope. you almost left right then but ginny grabbed you before you could. a confused expression found its way onto your face and she sighed. 

“y/n, snape knows. professor mcgonagall is securing the castle now.”  at this, she froze. they wouldn’t secure the castle unless..

“ginny, what are you saying?” though she thought she knew the answer, she was really hoping she was wrong. 

“y/n, it’s time. the war is here.” 

she explained everything that had happened in the great hall, and that harry had set off somewhere to find the diadem. you’d thanked her, told her to be careful (she said the same to you) and headed your separate ways. you could barely move among the sea of students, and soon you find yourself being pulled out by someone. 

“y/n! can you help me evacuate all the younger students? we can’t let anyone get to them.” cho begged, and as much as you wanted to find harry, you knew what was more important at that moment and followed her. 

by the time you rounded up all the students who didn’t wish to fight or were too young to fight, you stepped out to a window to see the barrier cracking. you looked at cho and nodded, her doing the same. 

you both knew what was coming. you were never the closest of friends, but you got along well and never disliked each other. you gave her a quick hug, muttering “stay safe” and leaving her to find harry before it was too late.

you searched all the staircases, hearing screams and spells being shot left and right. you stopped momentarily to help a few outnumbered students on your way, and nearly gave up hope when you finally got a glimpse of fiery red hair you recognized immediately. 

“ron!” you called, running down the steps to meet him. he turned, an expression of relief on his face as you hugged him tightly. you let go and hugged hermione, the three of you panting hard and despite the situation, were genuinely happy to see each other. 

“is he here?” you asked, hope lacing your voice. 

“he’s..” hermione hesitated, and you only now realized the tears staining both their faces. 

“where is he?” you asked, frantically.

a sudden commotion outside caught your attention, and the three of you ran outside. before you, stood voldemort and his followers. 

you glanced over to hagrid, seeing him holding a strange figure and before you had the chance to process, you heard voldemort speak. 

“harry potter.. is dead!” 

you refused to believe it, but as hagrid stepped forward, you knew it was true. you felt your heart breaking, falling to your knees, silent tears cascading down your cheeks. 

you felt numb. he was dead. the love of your life, the only thing that kept you going; was dead. 

the rest of the world tuned out to you, you felt hermione and ron pick you up off the ground and hold you, but you weren’t listening. and then what happened next passed in a blur, harry jumped out of hagrid’s arms and a whole blown fight had started again, and you’d lost sight of harry. 

you felt hermione and ron tugging you inside; you were clearly in no state to fight. they brought you into the great hall where madam pomfrey was tending to the wounded and had you help her; making use of your limited abilities whilst your shock wore off.

you only came to your senses when you heard a young girl’s scream, and giving madam pomfrey a quick look (to which she understood), you grabbed your wand and began helping as much as you could. upon running across the castle, you saw draco fleeing. “malfoy.” you muttered, loud enough for him to hear. 

he froze, turning to you. no words were spoken, until you decided to speak. “why’d you do it draco?” 

“i-” he hesitated, looking around. “i had no choice.” you pitied him, and opened your mouth to speak again, when draco looked behind him, his eyes blown wide. 

“y/n look ou-” you felt a sharp pain fill you, before you collapsed to the ground, your eyes shutting.

draco watched as his aunt laughed maniacally and sauntered off, as if she hadn’t just killed someone. he looked down at your lifeless body, and his figure wracked with sobs. you were dead, and it was potentially his fault. his classmate; you may have been potter’s significant other, but he couldn’t leave you here. 

you deserved better. 

he scooped you up and disapparated to the great hall, in a secluded corner. he gently put you down where you would be seen and left without another glance.

it was over. it was finally over. they’d won. voldemort was dead. the students of hogwarts slowly flooded into the great hall, all finding their families and mourning over the lost. harry, ron and hermione were sat with the weasleys, saying their goodbyes to fred. 

harry had been looking for you since he’d arrived and had yet to see you. he politely excused himself from the weasleys, allowing them their space and went to madam pomfrey, who seemed to know the most, 

“excuse me, madam pomfrey? i know you’re busy, but have you seen y/n?” the matron looked at the boy with a sad expression. she glanced over to your body, his gaze following and his heart stopped. 

“i’m sorry, dear.” with that, she offered a small smile and went off to finish helping the others.

he stood frozen in the middle of the great hall, the place with so many happy memories of not only the two of you, but with ron and hermione as well. now he felt nothing but pure sadness staring at the place where you lay lifeless. ‘this is all my fault’ was the only thought running through his head, he couldn’t bring himself to even see your body. 

hermione walked over, “is everything alright harry? did you find them?” he couldn’t even bring himself to speak, instead she followed his gaze and a gasp left her lips. she pulled harry into a tight hug. 

“it’ll be okay harry.” she said, though she didn’t sound convincing. nothing was going to be okay now. all he’d ever wanted to do was protect you. but he was too late, and now you were dead. all because of him. 

“i was too late.. i’m sorry.”

color [f.w]

word count: 1.6k

pairing: fred weasley x slytherin!reader

warnings: swearing maybe?

a/n: i’ve been swarmed with work lately, but i’m doing my best to get out requests frequently. should be back on a regular writing schedule soon :)

request: Hey hey can I get a Fred request? With a Slytherin reader? Um maybe just like a little cliche dorky soulmate au where a person can't see the color of the other person's eyes until they make eye contact? It would be lovely if you did :) (requested by @just-gotta-be-me)

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you listened with a forced smile as your best friend droned on about how beautiful the color blue was, rolling your eyes subtly as you tried your best to look interested in the conversation. she droned on about how brilliant the different shades of blue were; the ocean, the sky, and her favorite, the blue of ravenclaw house. 

over the summer, your friend had met their soulmate, who was (unsurprisingly) a ravenclaw in your year. she ranted on, excited about the entire encounter. you didn’t blame her, really. blue was a magnificent color, you couldn’t even imagine not being able to the color of the sky for the entirety of your life.

you luckily, didn’t have this problem. your soulmate didn’t have blue eyes. you hadn’t decided if it was a blessing or a curse, but it was known to all at a young age, that one was not able to see the color of your soulmate’s eyes until they met yours. 

it never really quite made sense to you, but you never questioned it really; everyone else seemed to cope with it, so you tried to as well. besides, you’d discovered in your first year that you couldn’t see the color ‘brown’, and everyone had reassured you it wasn’t anything to miss out on. 

you’d only sometimes wished you could actually see the color of the great hall walls, rather than a dull gray that somewhat ruined the warm welcoming feeling the room gave everyone else.

the train came to a stop, causing you to sigh. as happy as you were for your friend finding her soulmate, hearing her talk about it as much as she was had you jealous. you were going into your fifth year at hogwarts, and as you and your friends reunited on the way to the castle, it seemed as though everyone in your year had already found their soulmate. 

you kept your mouth shut on the carriage ride up to the school, though everyone was too caught up in the chatter to really notice. you were fine with it that way; you really weren’t in the mood to try to explain yourself and deal with all the fake sympathetic looks.

you stepped into the great hall, sighing in relief as you took in the atmosphere. buzzing students, young and old alike, everyone simply happy to be back at the castle. 

though many wouldn’t admit it, hogwarts was a second home to all of its’ students. you were somewhat in a daze when you heard your friend call you over to the slytherin table, and smiling you made your way over, sitting in the spot they’d saved for you. 

“you know, y/n..” your friend whispered as the crowd settled down, preparing for the sorting. you gave them a questioning look, their tone nothing but mischievous. “you should keep an eye out. maybe your soulmate is right here in hogwarts, waiting for you.” at this you rolled your eyes. 

“odds are, if they attended this school, don’t you think we’d have met by now?” you fired back. your friend went to reply, but was cut off by dumbledore commencing his speech.

your friend let the topic slide for the rest of the sorting and dinner, which you appreciated greatly. you were getting quite annoyed with the whole ordeal. surely, if you were meant to have found your soulmate, you would’ve already. 

shaking your head slightly to yourself, you tuned into your friends’ conversation and pushed the thought of your soulmate to the back of your mind. you enjoyed the rest of your meal catching up to everyone’s summer experiences and sharing your own, excited to be back with your second family. 

before you knew it, dinner was over and it was time to head to the dungeons. you wished your few outer-house friends goodnight, and joined the crowd of students attempting to leave the crowded room. 

you somehow lost your friend within the chaos of trying to exit the room, (though you weren’t too worried, as it happened nearly every year), and simply tried to push your way towards your dorms. you’d just escaped the mass of students when you stepped on something slippery, losing your footing completely and collapsing on the floor with a thud. 

a chorus of laughter arose from behind you, causing you to turn and stare daggers at the pair of redheads who were struggling to catch their breath. you knew of course who they were; fred and george weasley, the two infamous hogwarts pranksters. 

you’d never had the pleasure of encountering them as they were a year older, and in that moment, you’d wished it stayed that way. 

“funny, is it?” you snapped, standing up and brushing yourself off. the two boys glanced at each other, and then nodded in agreement, chuckles still leaving their mouths. 

“yes, actually.” one of them spoke, looking you up and down. “slytherins do have the best reactions to our pranks.” you rolled your eyes, ready to leave and head to bed. 

the one who had yet to speak grabbed your arm, turning you playfully. “may we have the pleasure of knowing your name miss-” he trailed off, just as your angry eyes shot up to meet his. 

a pounding feeling shot through you both and you quickly pulled your wrist out of his grasp. 

you froze, eyes dancing along the walls that used to have no color in absolute wonder. “wow.” you breathed, entranced by the delicate ‘brown’ color everyone talked about. 

you would admit, it was not as beautiful as blue or green, but it suited the castle’s detailing perfectly and suddenly everything felt right. a curious look permanently in your eyes as you soaked in the color you had never experienced. you saw the school in a new light.

fred was not much different. he stood dazed, but the only thing he focused on was you. he took in your figure, drinking you in. you were absolutely beautiful, and he couldn’t believe he’d never seen you before. 

you looked around in wonder, while his eyes were glued to you. he thought your expression was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. 

fred turned to george and lee to ask what the hell had just happened, but they were nowhere to be seen. he frowned, and when he turned back to look at you, your gaze had found his again. 

“hi.” you said, your anger suddenly non-existent. 

“hi.” fred repeated, as you both took a step towards the other. you looked at each other in silence, before he spoke. “merlin. if i’d known my soulmate would be this beautiful, i would’ve looked harder.” you blushed, taken aback by the comment. 

you shrugged, internally shaking off your nerves as you thought of a quick reply. “your loss, i suppose.” he quirked an eyebrow, impressed. 

“you know, i do think i asked for a name.” he smiled, extending a hand. 

“y/n, y/n l/n.” you said, a mischievous grin on your face. 

“‘m fred weasley, but by the look on your face when georgie and i pranked you, you already knew that.” at this, you rolled your eyes, earning a chuckle from him.

the two of you were off in your own little world, the corridor nearly empty at this point, leaving the two of you alone. “i can’t believe my soulmate is a gryffindor.” you teased, though you both knew there was truth behind your sentence. 

fred seemed unphased, snapping back quickly. “no offence taken, i never expected my partner to be a slytherin either.” he said it so casually, leaving you the perfect opportunity for some revenge earlier. 

you raised an eyebrow, “who ever said i was your partner?” fred looked confused at the statement.

 “well we are soulmates, are we not?” 

you laughed, looking at him with adoration. you slowly stepped closer to him, inching your lips teasingly close to his. he looked you in the eyes once more, before leaning forward, and mere seconds before your lips touched, you pulled back, leaving a frown on fred’s face. 

“oh weasley, just because we’re soulmates, doesn’t mean i’m not going to play hard to get.” you smirked, blowing him a quick kiss and sauntering off to the dungeons. 

you turned around briefly to see his stunned, yet slightly impressed expression. “it’s almost curfew. might want to get climbing.” you winked, slipping down the stairs in pursuit of your common room. 

fred stood in the corridor, processing everything that happened. he’d just met his soulmate. he had a soulmate. and she had been here all along, right under his nose.

someone clearing their throat brought him out of his thoughts, turning around he was faced to face with professor dumbledore. “i do believe you should head to your dorms, mr weasley.” he spoke, winking at fred and disappearing back into the great hall. 

fred blinked, before shaking his head and starting up the moving staircases. “game on, l/n..” he whispered, smirking as he walked towards his common room.

you plopped down in your bed, sighing as you leaned back, looking at the ceiling. “where have you been, then?” your friend remarked, you sighing contently. 

“i met my soulmate.” you said casually, hearing everyone in the dorm room shoot up and wait impatiently for your story. you told them a story, though it lacked much detail, including who it was. you were vague, only telling them it was a boy from another house who they knew of. 

of course, they continued guessing, but you only shook your head, laying down to sleep. as you glanced around the dark room, you were suddenly missing the warming brown tone of the rest of the school. 

usually the dungeons were your favorite place in the castle, but after tonight, you were sure that would change. and just like that, you discovered your new favorite color.

happy [ p.p | h.g]

word count: 1.0k

pairing: pansy parkinson x hermione granger

warnings: mentions of war / loss.

a/n: a little bit short, but I wasn’t really sure where I was going with this one. *italics = flashback*

request: hello!! recently found out about you and i LOVE your fics! can you write pansmione fluff? like them waking up together on a weekend and making breakfast? living together in an apartment with their cats and being soft and so in loveee (requested by anon)

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pansy groaned, rolling over in hopes of finding her beautiful lover, only to see an empty indent in their bedsheets where she used to be. this wasn’t an unusual occurrence, hermione was known to be an ‘early bird’ as she liked to call it, one of the muggle terms she’d taught pansy sometime during their years together. 

when the two of them started dating, it shocked many people; their friends, families and even witches and wizards they’d never even met properly. everyone they knew disapproved of their relationship, but neither of them cared all that much. 

not anymore, anyways.

the day they met was a memory pansy treasured, she remembered it like it was only yesterday. they were fresh out of hogwarts, after the war. she could recall her exact thoughts the moment she’d laid eyes on hermione.

pansy shuffled into the old building, shuddering at the wind behind her as the door closed. she took a seat in a familiar booth, looking across to where her best friends used to be. the thought alone brought tears to her eyes; she hadn’t seen any of them since the war. hell, she wasn’t sure if they were even alive anymore. 

the door swung open again, the small bell dinging, snapping her out of her stupor, looking at the door. she gawked as the girl walked in, sitting at the bar and ordering a butterbeer. the girl looked around, eventually stopping and locking eyes with pansy. her jaw dropped, and pansy was sure her expression mimicked hers perfectly. 

what pansy wasn’t expecting, however, was for hermione to make her way over. “may i sit?” she asked, gently. pansy nodded, though she wasn’t entirely sure why. 

during their school years, the two never fully got along; their house rivalry (and the fact that hermione was a muggleborn) got in the way of any potential relationship. 

“how’ve you been?” hermione asked, taking the girl slightly aback. 

“uh, a-alright considering. how about you?” a gentle sympathizing smile from hermione had eased her nerves and an all too familiar feeling bubbled in her chest.

she still wasn’t particularly sure why the ex-gryffindor girl decided to sit that day, but she couldn’t have been more thankful she did. pansy was sure she hated her up until that day, but she supposed the war changed everyone’s perspectives. it certainly changed hers; the things she went through and saw scarred her, and she learned in a very harsh way that blood status was worth nothing when it came down to it. 

the strongest witches and wizards were those who applied themselves, those like hermione had her eating her words from the past 7 years. pansy wasn’t quite sure why hermione forgave her for all the insults or the years of bullying, but she had a heart of gold, and pansy was sure she didn’t deserve her.

she whined quietly, not loud enough to be heard from the kitchen, which from the smell wafting into the room, she’d determined her beautiful girlfriend was. she hummed as she threw off the covers, gently padding over from their shared bedroom and locking her arms around hermione’s waist. 

“g’morning” she muttered, leaning her head against hermione’s back. she spun around, kissing pansy lightly on the forehead, smiling down at her. 

“good morning.” against her wishes, hermione gently pulled pansy’s arms off of her, directing her to sit on the couch and put one of their favourite tv shows on so they could enjoy their breakfast together.

their two cats, minerva and filius found their way into the room, hopping up and settling down next to her in their regular spots; pansy on the left side of the couch, minerva and filius in the middle, and hermione’s currently empty spot on the right. 

pansy turned on the tv, something that still felt somewhat foreign to her. she’d adapted well to hermione’s lifestyle, no longer wanting to associate herself with her past life and values. sometimes she did feel out of place, but hermione helped her adjust to the new life fully.

hermione came over shortly after, handing her girlfriend a plate and sitting down. their breakfast was spent laughing at each other’s short jokes and the television program playing in the background, simply enjoying the other’s company. 

they spent most days on their own; usually one of the two was out working, running errands, or spending time with family/friends (though that was only hermione), and it seemed like the two never got a day to themselves. they both understood though, life after the war was troubling, and the two had to play their part in rebuilding the foundation of wizarding world.

today however, neither were feeling particularly eventful and mutually decided on a lazy day. “can we get back in bed and cuddle?” pansy gave her best pouty face; the one hermione could never say no to. 

with a sigh of defeat in return, pansy jumped up and held her hand out for her girlfriend to take, which she did with a smile. she allowed pansy to pull her back to their shared bedroom, and the two of them jumped on the bed, laughing as it bounced underneath them. they crawled up and slipped under the covers, looking at each other with bright smiles. 

“i love you, hermione granger.” pansy whispered, gently brushing a piece of hair out of her face. 

hermione blushed bright red, but whispered back shyly. “and i love you, pansy parkinson.” 

filius and minerva found their way onto the bed, settled down at the girls’ feet. the two giggled, sitting up against their headboard and allowing the two cats to sit on their laps. 

they spent the rest of their morning cuddled up, enjoying the presence of the other and their cats. after the war, they weren’t sure they’d ever find happiness, but they found it in each other. they were content with what their little family had become, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

heartbreak [s.b]

word count: 2.7k

pairing: sirius black x hufflepuff!reader

warnings: underage drinking, swearing, ANGST.

a/n: omg look at me actually doing a request a month and a half later.. oops?

request: Hey! :) I'd like to request an imagine with Sirius. The reader is hufflepuff and she's great friends with all the marauders, closest to Sirius. But what he doesn't know is that she's in love with him. She talks to one of the other marauders about it and he can't help it but to tell Sirius about it. You can decide what Sirius does and how he reacts to this information, you decide how it ends :) (submitted by @imagining-hogwarts)

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it was unusual, you would admit. many around you found it strange that a presumably quiet hufflepuff like yourself, associated and were friends with the wild and mischievous group of gryffindors, also known as the marauders. you yourself still questioned why and how you became friends with the unlikely group. 

you were sat in the library one day, working on a particularly tricky essay for potions with your partner, lily evans. all was going well, you thought, until you heard the creaking of the door and peeked up to see a group of gryffindor boys walking into the room. 

you heard lily groan, and gave her a questioning glance. “that’s james.” she muttered, rolling her eyes.

the two of you had been paired for a week or so now, with new arrangements given by your professor. you weren’t too happy about it in the beginning, but lily had turned out to be one of the sweetest people you’d ever met. your study sessions turned into late night chats, and you two quickly became friends. 

thus, you had heard all about james potter and his ‘slight’ crush on lily, as well as his three companions who never seemed to leave his side. 

of course, you knew of them before; the four were notorious for getting an alarming amount of detentions for who knows what. you had never personally met the four, being in different houses did cause a bit of a division within the school and you really never had much reason to interact with them otherwise. 

perhaps you’d had exchanged a word or two in classes, but other than that, you knew nothing about them. nor did they know anything about you.

the group made their way over, james in the front and the others following behind, making jokes about their friend’s unsuccessful attempts to woo lily. 

“hey there, lily!” he flirted, sliding into the seat next to her. you were baffled at the bluntness of the situation, but you supposed gryffindors did things much differently than hufflepuffs generally did. you turned to the other three boys, who were trying not to burst out laughing at lily’s unamused expression. 

sirius turned to you, quirking an eyebrow. “and who may you be?” he asked politely, and you smiled shyly. 

“y/n l/n, i’m lily’s potions partner.” remus, sirius and peter introduced themselves to you, and you hardly noticed when the redhead next to you stormed off, her books and quills completely gone. 

“well, that could’ve gone better.” james muttered, sighing and turning to you. “i’m james.” he introduced, sticking out a hand. 

you smiled, a giggle escaping your lips. “i got that much from lily.” with a grimace, james looked at you sheepishly. 

“all good things, i hope?” with that comment, you laughed loudly, ending in the five of you being kicked out of the library; which only caused more laughter amongst you. thus beginning your friendship with the marauders.

you bonded over that day, and treasured it greatly. as the year went on, you spent more and more time with them (much to lily’s disapproval), and found yourself growing quite close with sirius in particular. 

you thought nothing of it at first, surely it was because the two of you simply got along better than the others, and they always found themselves preoccupied (james with lily, remus with his studies, and peter.. doing whatever peter did), allowing the two of you to get closest. 

it wasn’t until after a quidditch match you realized you wanted more than a friendship with the boy. 

it was an intense, highly anticipated match of gryffindor versus ravenclaw, and the tension in the school had been high. the two teams were severely competitive, this year in particular they were practically clawing at each other's throats off the pitch. 

you and remus sat in the stands, cheering on james and sirius. sirius flashed you a wink, and you playfully winked back. in the end, it was close, but the snitch was caught, and gryffindor won the game. which in turn, meant a celebration in gryffindor tower.

the night was thrilling; being a friend of the marauder, you were easily let into the party without much argument. you weren’t the only one from another house anyways, you saw various ties of yellow, green and even a few blue (though very little, ravenclaws were super competitive and were likely not in the mood to party), and you didn’t feel as isolated as you thought you would. 

the drinks were flowing, glasses of firewhiskey being passed around and for someone who rarely drank, you were certainly having a lot. you weren’t really sure why, maybe it was the fact that sirius and james were downing cup after cup and you were feeling the vibe, or maybe it was the stress from your upcoming o.w.l.s. you didn’t know, nor did you care at that moment as you soak in the feeling of the buzzing alcohol in your system.

remus came over, seeing you drinking more than you could handle, taking away your cup. you frowned, but didn’t object. you glanced around the room, looking for a certain curly-haired wizard. 

“where’s sirius?” you hiccuped, remus looking at you concerned. 

“he’s over by the drinks table.” your eyes jumped to the table, only to see sirius flirting with a girl and your smile dropped. “oh.” 

remus followed your gaze, confusion overtaking his features before it began to set in what was happening. “y/n, do you.. maybe.. like sirius? as more than a friend?” 

you rolled your eyes, “no, why would you think-” you cut yourself off with a gasp, as you watched sirius’ lips meet someone else’s. 

remus saw the look of hurt and heartbreak on your face, and he sighed, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the room. 

“i think i should get you back to your common room.” he muttered, and without a word of protest, you allowed him to pull you back to the hufflepuff common room, and you gave him a tight hug before heading up to your dorm, and thanks to the alcohol still swimming in your system, you fell asleep nearly instantly. 

remus made his way back to the common room quickly, careful to avoid any potential prefects who were wandering about. the group had memorized the route they took each night, so it wasn’t a difficult journey and he easily made his way to the fat lady portrait, muttering the password and stepping back into the lively party. 

sirius spotted him immediately, rushing over and swinging an arm around his friend’s shoulders. “moony! where ya been? where’s y/n, weren’t they with you?” he frowned, glancing around for the yellow uniform you wore, only to find nothing. 

“took they back to they dorms. they had one too many.” remus joked, and sirius bought it easily, a chuckle escaping his lips as he shook his head. 

“shame, but understandable. they don’t hold liquor well!” with a forced laugh and smile, remus decided he shouldn’t be the one to tell sirius how you felt, especially not when he himself found out from a drunken state. he would wait until you were ready to tell him yourself.

it was getting harder and harder for remus to keep his - well, your - secret. the first day after the party, you’d completely avoided the group of unsuspecting boys. they thought nothing of it- you were probably off studying for your o.w.l.s or doing something important, since you were such a busy and hardworking student. 

the second day, you had potions with them. you came in at the very last second, sitting with lily across the room. again, nothing unusual, until the second the word “dismissed” left your professor’s lips, you were gone. 

they were confused, but assumed you had something to do before your next period. it wasn’t until the third day, they realized you were avoiding them. you’d saw them on the staircases on your way to charms, and the moment your eyes met james’, you turned and took another route to your destination. 

of course, this caused much conversation among the four boys. had they done something to upset you? clearly, you didn’t want to talk to them, but they hadn’t the slightest clue why. well, three of them didn’t. 

remus, however, knew exactly why you were acting as you were. he didn’t blame you, either. he saw how distraught you were over sirius, and his heart ached for you. 

he only wished you would tell sirius, and all could be resolved, but instead, he was stuck lying to his best friends, and was forced to act like he was just as clueless as the rest of them. 

the fourth and fifth day after the party were no different than the others; you still hadn’t said a word to any of them. they’d tried everything; trapping you in a hallway, bombarding you in classes, hell, they even tried to get lily to tell them what was wrong; but they hadn’t got anywhere. 

remus was losing his mind; secrets were not his forte, and he was dying to tell his friends and to put an end to the distance in your friendship. you may have been closest with sirius, but you were friends with all of the marauders, and they all missed you. remus included. 

it was the sixth day, when remus snapped. the four were sitting in their common room late at night, everyone was slowly clearing out of the room and heading to their dorms, though the boys were comfortably staring at the fire. they all felt a sense of longing; they hadn’t gone two days without talking to you the whole year and they missed you dearly. 

“what d’you think we could’ve done to have them avoid us?” sirius muttered, his gaze set firmly on the fire in front of him. remus bit his lip, averting his gaze to his hands. 

“i dunno. it must’ve been pretty bad though.” james frowned, “i wish they would just tell us instead of acting like we don’t exist.” the boys collectively sighed, and sirius hesitantly spoke up. 

“do you think it’s just something to do with them? maybe it’s not us-” something in remus snapped, and he couldn’t stop himself anymore. 

“no, it’s definitely not because of us. but it is because of you.” 

a silence fell around the room, the three boys gawking at remus. no one was sure if it was because of his outburst, or the shock of what he said. 

“because of me?” sirius squeaked, suddenly feeling very guilty, though he still had no idea what he’d done. 

“yeah, because of you. they’re bloody in love with you, have you really not realized?” remus sighed, realizing he had no choice but to tell the truth and come clean. not that he wanted to keep it in any longer - he needed this division between you to end. sirius was frozen in place, james choked on the pumpkin juice he was casually sipping at, and peter fell off his chair. 

“they’re what?” sirius stuttered, and remus shook his head, standing up and without another word, heading up to their shared dorm. peter, sensing a one-on-one best friend talk, scurried after remus, leaving sirius and james to talk amongst themselves.

the two boys sat quietly, sirius’ eyes never once leaving the fire, and james’ gaze was glued to his best friend. he thought his love life was tough, but at that moment, his bad luck with lily seemed like a very minor issue. 

“are you okay?” james asked, and at that moment, sirius didn’t know how to respond. 

“they.. they love me.” he repeated, as though he was still trying to process the words. and he was. he didn’t know how to answer. james had never seen his best friend so conflicted.

“well, how do you feel about them?” james questioned, unsure of how to comfort the boy. sirius took a moment, thinking it over. suddenly he felt the need to rethink every moment the two of you shared; late night conversations in the kitchens, small smiles passed from across the hallway, and your infamous hugs. 

he missed it all so much. he missed you so much. the longing he’d felt over the past week had been eating at him, and now more than ever, all he wanted was to talk to you. 

without so much as another glance to james, sirius stood abruptly and left the common room, ignoring james’ questioning. though curious, james didn’t follow; sirius was grateful for that much. 

he sped his way through the castle, easily weaving through the prefect-safe paths he’d memorized his first year. he had his mind set on one specific place; the astronomy tower. he remembered you vividly telling him on various occasions it was your “thinking spot”. 

he wasn’t sure what was telling him you’d be there, but he had a gut feeling and figured with being as desperate as he was, checking wouldn’t hurt. he wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep with all on his mind anyway.

though he had a feeling, he still froze on the steps as he heard soft sniffles coming from the top of the tower. he gulped, stepping up quietly and peering over the platform, only to see you curled into yourself, eyes trained on the stars illuminating the sky. 

“i could hear you coming up the stairs, you know.” you muttered, pulling sirius out of his daze. he shook his head, climbing the rest of the way and standing at the top of the staircase. 

“should’ve listened when you told me to pick up my feet.” he joked, only to be met with silence. he sighed, sitting down and resting his back against the nearest wall, still a reasonable distance away from you. 

“i wanted to talk to you.” he spoke quietly, as if you were fragile and could break in an instant. you supposed you must’ve looked as so. had it been anyone else you would’ve left by then, but sirius had seen you in this state countless times and you couldn’t be bothered to try to hide it from him. 

as much as you were avoiding him to save yourself from further heartbreak, you missed him. he was your best friend above all else, and without him you didn’t know what to do. he was everywhere, and it was getting harder and harder to stay away. 

so when you saw him reach the top of the stairs, against your better judgment, you had no desire to leave.

when you said nothing, he took it as a cue to continue. “y/n, remus.. he told me about you.. how you feel about me.” he coughed, and you sighed, unphased. 

“i’m surprised he lasted so long.” you half-joked, forcing out a laugh. “it’s okay, sirius. i know you don’t feel the same- and that’s okay.” you spoke, and you wished so desperately that he would argue, tell you he felt the same. but he never did. 

he only turned his gaze to the ground, kicking at the stone flooring. “i’m sorry.” he whispered, and your heart felt like it had been put back into place, only to be ripped out again; though you were determined not to show it.

“i told you it’s okay.” it took everything within you to hold back your tears and keep your voice steady, and by some miracle, you were managing well. 

“i miss you, sirius, i do. but i can’t keep pretending i don’t feel like this, as much as i don’t want to. i just need some time. i do want to be friends still; hell, i can’t imagine my life without you in it, no matter in what way; but i need to let myself heal first.” you spoke calmly now, and you could see the pity in his eyes. his mouth opened and closed, looking for the right words. 

“please.” you whispered, and with a nod, he stood. he turned to your small figure out last time, gulping as he spoke the last words you were going to hear from him for a very long time. 

“i didn’t mean to break your heart. i’m sorry.” and when you heard the door close behind him, ensuring he was long gone, you broke into a fit of tears. and at that moment, you were sure you would never ‘heal’ the way you needed to; he would always hold a special place in your heart. and you were right.

the boy on the train [p.p]

word count: 1.4k

pairing: peter pevensie x reader

warnings: TRIGGER: anixety, anxiety attacks. please do not read if you are not comfortable with the following.

disclaimer: this is not in any way 100% accurate to an attack, everyone is different and this is mostly based off of personal experience. please know you’re never alone and you are so loved. <3

a/n: first narnia imagine, please let me know what you think in asks/replies. any feedback is appreciated!

request: maybe, if you're comfortable, Peter from Narnia with an s/o that has really bad social anxiety and/or anxiety in general?

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[ TRIGGER WARNING: ANXIETY ]

the train station was your least favourite place. you were never one for crowds, and especially not one for socialization. you wished dearly you could be like others, speak out and make friends with the children at your stops who rode the train next to you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. 

the overwhelming nature of your anxiety steered you away from any interactions with anyone you weren’t well acquainted with, and there were not many of those people. instead, it became routine to keep your head low, fidgeting quietly with your hands in an attempt to avoid human contact until you arrive at your stop. it wasn’t ideal, and it wasn’t pleasant, but it worked all the same.

it had been a long day at school, with exams just around the corner you decided to stay a bit later to speak one-on-one with your maths teacher. you didn’t exactly excel in the subject, but you definitely could not find it in yourself to ask questions during class. 

the sole thought of speaking out brought a wave of nausea to wash over you, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. you rather opted to wrote down your ‘stupid’ questions, and saved them for the end of the day when all the students had cleared out. 

you hadn’t realized just how long it was going to take however, as it was now nearly time for your regular train home to depart, and the next wouldn’t come for another hour. you briskly thanked your teacher and rushed to your locker, throwing books and pens in your bag hurriedly before zipping it up, slamming the door and practically throwing yourself outside, running as fast as you could to the nearest station, silently praying you wouldn’t miss your one-way home. you quickly descended the stairs, muttering some small “sorry”s and “excuse me!”s. 

you just barely slid through the closing doors, a relieved sigh escaping your lips. your relief only lasted a matter of seconds, however, because your whole ‘scene’ had managed to attract the attention of most of the cart, and you suddenly felt very aware of their eyes on you. you stood frozen, like a deer caught in the headlights, as tears sprung to your eyes and fear suddenly consumed you. you felt like you were drowning. 

you shrunk down, turning your back to the sea of students watching and hopelessly attempting to focus on your breathing, eyes screwed shut. ‘it’s fine. you’re fine.’ you repeated in your head, trying to calm down.

a tap on your shoulder had you tense up, shooting straight up and turning to see a boy standing before you, concern lacing his features. his eyes grew wider as he saw you in your full state, gently taking hold of both your hands, pulling your attention to him. “hey, hey. it’s alright. look at me.” 

instead, your gaze dropped to the ground, thoughts of how embarrassing this was rushing through your head. “look at me.” he repeated, firmly. you did as you were told, tears now freely running down your cheeks and your body shaking visibly. 

his gaze was soft, calming; but it was intently on you, and you only. “breathe with me.” he coached, and you tried your best to follow his movements. it took a few minutes, him soothingly coaching you through your pain and slowly, but surely, you felt your breath evening out and bit your lip, trying to halt your crying. 

he reached into his jacket, pulling out a handkerchief and offering to you, which you gladly accepted, wiping your tears. the two of you stood in silence for a few moments as you cleaned yourself up, him waiting patiently for you to collect yourself.

you finally sniffled, looking up properly at your hero. he wasn’t super tall, but was taller than you with beautiful golden hair, and soft blue eyes. his eyebrows were furrowed into an expression of concern, and his lips were pursed. 

he looked about your age, you decided, and you swallowed hard. this man was absolutely gorgeous, and he was kind; he took time out of his day to help you through an attack. you were speechless in every way.

you stared for a moment, realizing your actions and moving your gaze to the floor, a sudden heat rising to your cheeks. “are you alright?” he spoke softly, and looking up at his dazzling blue orbs, you shot him a very forced smile. 

“yeah?” you tried to answer, but it came out as more of a question, and the crack in your voice said it all. his frown deepened, and instead of looking at him, your eyes danced around at all the unwanted eyes watching you, and you shrunk more into yourself. 

the boy seemed to take notice of this, and his gaze followed yours, seeing all eyes on you. he clenched his hands into fists, surprising you. “oi, mind your business would ya?” he yelled, and in turn some murmurs were heard, before quickly, the regular sound of chatter seemed to bounce through the train and all attention from you was gone. well, almost all attention. the boy in front of you still watched you as though you were made of porcelain and could break at any given moment. 

you finally felt the constricting feeling in your lungs lessen, and you looked up to your savior, his gaze intently focused on you. “thank you.” you managed, your voice quiet in contrast to the loud chatter around you, but it made the boy smile. god, his smile was even more beautiful than you would’ve thought. 

“don’t thank me, i was only doing what was right. i’m peter, by the way.” he stuck out his hand politely, and hesitating, you reached out for it, shaking it. 

“y/n.” maybe it was the way you were entranced by his appearance, or maybe it was the way he helped you, no questions asked, when he hadn’t even known your name. you couldn’t explain it, but this boy made you feel warm, almost safe. 

you weren’t used to talking to anyone, let alone a complete stranger on the train, but there was something about him that made you want to open up to him, to get to know him. 

“so, are you alright, really?” he asked, after a moment’s silence. you thought about it, and you suddenly realized since he’d found you, you hadn’t done any of the regular ticks to distract your mind of your anxiety; hair pulling, hand fidgeting, nothing. your features lit up into a proud smile, and you beamed up at peter. 

“yes, actually. i think i am.” he looked a little bit confused, but smiled nonetheless, proud that he was able to comfort you. 

you two chatted on for a little bit longer, before he looked behind him and saw three people looking expectantly at him, standing by the doors. the train slowed to a stop, and he sighed. 

“this is my stop, i’m afraid.” you frowned at this; you didn’t want your time to end. he smiled reassuringly, “i’ll see you tomorrow, i hope?” he asked hopefully, but you heard a slight nerve to his voice, and you saw the three behind him burst into a fit of giggles. 

his face reddened, and you mimicked his reassuring expression. “i’d love that.” you muttered, and with that, he waved. slipping off the train, who you would later find out to be his siblings, followed him in tow. 

the loss of his presence brought back a sudden overwhelming feeling, but you closed your eyes, picturing peter and repeating his comforting words in your head, and you felt the tension in your muscles relax. 

you were the next stop, you could make it. you found yourself lost in thought, and before you knew it, you were stepping off the station, head facing the ground, and making your way back to your house. 

the next day, you faced the same anxious feeling suffocating you as you sat with your head leaning against the window, your bag tucked neatly under your seat. it was only when the doors to the next station opened, that your gaze turned, your eyes meeting with his beautifully blue ones. smiles illuminated both your faces, and your worry was suddenly forgotten. 

and just like that, you found yourself sitting with the boy every day and night on the train, and very quickly you learned, you didn’t actually hate taking the train nearly as much as you once thought.

proud [h.p]

word count: 1.5k

pairing: harry potter x diggory!reader

warnings: angst, cedric’s death

a/n: i changed the request a little bit, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless! *italics = a dream*

request: Hii luv can u do a Harry x reader where is Cedrics younger sister who is dating Harry and she goes along with the trio to find the huxorucs and instead of Hermione it’s the reader! And she gets flashbacks of her brother! And u can do the rest! Hope this isn’t too much!! (Can this be fluffy plz!) love u (requested by anon)

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“please be careful.” you pleaded to him, a sinking feeling weighing down on you. 

“i will. i always am.” he said, his boyish smile easing you slightly. 

“i love you ced. i’ll kill you if you get yourself hurt.” you said jokingly, though the uneasy smile on your face told you true feelings. 

he sighed, pulling you into a hug. “y/n, i promise. i’ll be okay. this is what i’ve been training for; it’s just an enchanted maze. how dangerous could it be?” 

“no!” you cried, seeing his body hit the ground. “cedric!” you wailed, your legs giving out under you and falling to your knees. he couldn’t be gone. he promised. he promised he’d be okay. 

you distantly heard your father scream and run towards the middle of the field, and you somehow found it in you to follow him. you wanted so desperately to stop yourself, the image of his lifeless body forever engraved in your brain. 

you kept running with shaking legs, tears blurring your vision as you fell into your father’s chest soaking his coat with tears.

your eyes snapped open, your face dripping with sweat as you jerked into a sitting position. you panicked, glancing all around the tent and finding a small relief when you determined where you were. though it didn’t last long, because you remembered why you were here in the first place. 

you slipped out of bed, careful not to wake the others as you stepped out of the tent, stretching as you did so. you sat down on a rock, allowing the cool air to hit your skin and relax you slightly. it was just another nightmare. a recurring nightmare of a real event, but still, just a nightmare.

it was hard moving on. your brother meant everything to you; seeing him lying dead in front of you was the most heart-wrenching thing you’d ever felt, and were sure you’d ever feel in your entire life. 

you remembered it so vividly, the nightmares frequently reminding you of that night, though in reality it had happened nearly three years ago. everyone told you to give it time, ‘it’ll get easier’ they said. unfortunately for you, time did nothing but make you miss him more with every passing day.

you snapped out of your trance when you heard crunching footsteps. you looked in the direction of the source, one hand immediately flying to your wand in your pocket, when you saw it was only harry, and someone following him. you squinted, and gasped once you saw who it was. 

“ron?” you whispered, taken aback. he’d left in a fit, and you certainly didn’t expect to see him back here. you knew hermione wouldn’t take it well either. the two approached you, both dripping wet. 

“where the hell have you been?” you asked ron, defensively. hermione was your best friend, and currently she was in the tent, away from the three of you. 

“it’s a long story.” he answered, and you angrily shook your head when something caught your eye. 

“what’s that, then?” he held up the sword of gryffindor, you gasping when you saw it. “how did-” you started, but you were interrupted before you got a chance to ask. 

“what is going on out here?” hermione asked, storming out of the tent and freezing when she saw ron. “you-” she was speechless, and an awkward silence fell upon the four of you. 

“ron, give me that.” you stormed over, snatching the wand. “harry, do you have the locket?” he nodded, and you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the forest. “we’ll be back. neither of you better leave.” you said sternly, and you and harry made your way deep into the woods.

“put it down.” you demanded, and harry gave you a look. “harry, i mean it.” he sighed as he did so, coming towards you. 

“you don’t have to do this.” he told you, gently taking your free hand in his and caressing your cheek with the other. you leaned into his touch, huffing slightly. 

“i do.” you whispered. “i have to, for him.” harry tensed at the mention of your brother, but he knew he couldn’t stop you from doing this. if you felt this was what’s right and this would bring you a sort of closure, he couldn’t bring himself to take that away from you.

you and harry hadn’t been close before the incident, in fact you’d never really spoken. he was the most popular boy in your year, and you’d hardly had any classes together. once he became a triwizard champion, you’d grown to dislike the boy (though you did defend harry to your brother when the pins spread around). 

when cedric died however, you both went through an incredibly traumatizing experience. you, of course, in losing your brother, and harry in having watched him die. he’d found you crying one day in myrtle’s bathroom (he’d been crying too) and ever since you two had bonded and started going to each other for help with coping. 

one day he’d kissed you, and from then on, a relationship was formed.

harry wasn’t stupid, and he wasn’t oblivious either. he knew about the nightmares and the constant reminder of him. all he could do was hold you and make it go away. 

knowing this locket would likely spring out something relative to cedric, he was terrified to allow you to do this, but he also didn’t have it in his heart to stop you. you needed this. you needed closure, and you certainly weren’t going to get it any other way. your brother had died such a brutal death, you never truly got to say goodbye. 

harry knew partially the only reason (besides himself) you’d come to find horcruxes was to get your own revenge on voldemort. this locket was that revenge, and with hesitation, he stepped away from your frame and distanced himself from the locket.

“when i speak, the locket will open. don’t listen to anything it may say; none of it is true. you can do this.” he spoke with such confidence, you nearly believed he felt that way. deep down however, you knew harry, and he was terrified. you were too. 

you nodded, taking a deep breath and raising the sword, preparing for the worst. harry sent you a smile, gulping nervously as he began speaking silkily in parseltongue. you weren’t sure what you were expecting to jump out of the locket, but it wasn’t what had formed in the darkness arising from the locket.

“y/n..” he snarled, seemingly stepping closer to you. “look at you. pathetic. what have you done here? have you helped at all?” you couldn’t think straight anymore, looking wide-eyed at the figure who so resembled your brother, frozen in shock. 

“you’ve done nothing to help them. you’ve done nothing to avenge me. you can’t even break a tiny little necklace. you’re weak.” you raised the sword, your fear being overtaken by shame and anger. “i’m disappointed in you.” 

with those last haunting words, you swung the sword as hard as you could, smashing the locket and destroying the horcrux within. you dropped the sword, dropping to your knees again, like all those years ago.

harry raced over, wrapping his arms around your frame and holding you tight. “you did it, love. you destroyed a horcrux.” he beamed, and you couldn’t help but smile. you did destroy a horcrux. you assisted in killing voldemort. 

you kissed harry, him reciprocating quickly, before grabbing the sword and locket. the two of you made your way back to ron and hermione, his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder. you were beaming; all you’d ever wanted after cedric’s death was to make him proud and avenge his death, and you finally felt like you’d done that. 

you made your way back to see ron and hermione arguing, rolling your eyes. “can you two stop yelling at each other for two minutes so we can have a nice reunion?” you said sarcastically, smiling at them both. they blushed, and against hermione’s better judgement, you had a sort of group hug. 

“that’s one less horcrux to deal with.” harry sighed, hermione and ron frowning. 

“don’t we still need to destroy it, mate? ron asked, and harry smiled proudly at you. 

“have i forgotten to mention y/n destroyed it already?” 

the two looked at you in a mix of confusion and pride, eventually settling in pride. “when the bloody hell did you do that?” ron asked, laughing lightly. 

“whilst you two were too busy arguing, obviously” you sassed, the four of you bursting into laughter. you all cast some final protection spells and headed inside the tent, harry’s arm never moving from you. he couldn’t even imagine the pain you’d gone through destroying that locket and he was so proud of you. 

you spent the rest of the evening celebrating that you now had one less horcrux to find and destroy, the weight of the upcoming war was relieved for one night as the four of you allowed yourselves one night to simply forget about the issues at hand. 

and for once since that day, you could finally say you fell asleep with a smile on your face, thinking about how proud cedric would’ve been of you. strangely, you felt more connected with him than you had since it had happened, and a sense of calm wash over you as you drifted off to sleep.