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Oh hello, I just wanted to tell you that what you wrote is amazing! I read it over and over and couldn't stop reading. You are soooo amazing! *((Ugly crying😭❤️))*

And umm.. I would like to share about the imagination in my head about Dark Harry Potter. He joins the Lord Voldemort and betrayed all his friends. When the war ended, the Lord's side Voldemort wins. Everything is in chaos but Harry ignores it all because he only cares about the reader, his old girlfriend. (Harry still loves the reader even though the reader hates Harry.) He might have requested that the Lord Voldemort gave the reader as a reward to him after the war. Something like that, and ummm, a drama that is both bitter and sad and angry at the same time full of longing for each other? A rough and sad lovemaking? 🥺

hi! thank you so much for requesting! i hope you enjoy!

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader AU (18+)

summary: dark!harry's all-consuming anger successfully tempts him to join voldemort in the war, sending you, his girlfriend, away in an attempt to keep you safe. years later he asks for your return, and is met with bitterness and rage as you struggle to navigate your feelings for each other in a post-war world.

c/w: smut!!! angst!! slow burn! mentions/threats of weapons, violence, abuse, and death/murder. smut is all the way at the end (grinding, oral, penetration, submissive!harry & dominant!reader) lightly edited, not book/movie/canon accurate

word count: 12.6k

a/n: this is giving me manacled x star wars and i love it lol, so so so much fun to write. i tried to make the reader more angst-y and dominant than normal, so if you like this please let me know! sorry if the plot doesn't make much sense. i also started school this week so please be patient with me! going to try and start posting shorter blurbs/headcanons between requests <3

harry was standing at a window in the lord's manor, watching the street below him as people sulked aimlessly by. it was a typical, gloomy day, the clouds gathering heavily above. it had been raining for weeks, maybe even months at this point, and it was beginning to cast a permanent gray shadow across the city. not even the weather could escape the tragedies of the war.

though harry chose to not dwell on the war, he felt its lingering effects. even from his lofty spot in the comfort of the lord's castle, which he barely left anymore. its walls had become harry's second skin. so long as he had everything delivered to him whenever he desired, it was disgusting to him to even think of stepping outside.

yet still, harry could see the abandoned and damaged shops just outside the lord's gates lining the courtyard along the cobblestone streets. the burnt remains of what once was. the sunken-in faces of the remaining people in the city. the lack of light, the lack of life, the lack of magic.

there's a part of harry, a weak cry from deep inside his repressed past, that feels bad. he was once a young wizard with bright eyes walking the streets of these same shops. he once enjoyed the sounds of shared happiness, and found solace in the fact that despite his lack of, there would always be joy in the world around him.

however, as harry grew older, and the circumstances around him shifted, he found himself getting angrier more often. not just on a weekly basis over small interactions or mistakes, but all the time, from the moment he was awoken by his nightmares to the moment he fell back into them. harry simply had no room inside of him left for anything else. it was just anger. pure, unbridled anger that only caused annoyance at first, then small outbursts of irritation after a while, and, eventually, he couldn't look at anyone or anything without wanting to physically destroy it for no reason other than he was just angry.

harry was angry at the world for having magic in it in the first place. he hated the divide it caused between muggles and non-muggles, pure bloods and half bloods. he was angry that divide is what took his parents from him before he could even properly know them. he was angry he had to grow up in abuse and neglect under the guise of 'safety'. he was angry he never received an apology, an admittance of guilt, not even a hint of closure for the past that was still controlling his present.

the boy who used to risk his life to save hogwarts and the students inside of it would eventually be the same one to let them fall.

when voldemort came back, and harry's anger was at its worst, he knew there was a connection. he didn't know about horcruxes yet and he certainly didn't know he was one. and yet he knew, somewhere deep inside him again, that it wasn't a coincidance. there was a reason his anger was consuming him, and the reason was voldemort.

after cedric's death, harry had begun to spiral. the nightmares were worse than before, he felt deathly paranoid constantly, and couldn't escape the intruding memories of the graveyard. though harry had managed well enough afterwards, still suppressing his rage, he couldn't hide the change in his personality from those closest to him. ron and hermione were the first to bring it up, but, of course, harry had snapped and told them to mind the business that pays them. despite his resistance, they tried until the very end to help their best friend see through his anger, to remember what was right and wrong.

however, once sirius was dead, it was all over.

harry had simply lost any hope that was left within him. watching sirius fall through the veil, his eyes lifeless and cold, was like watching harry himself die. he didn't think he could get any lower, and then he watched the only family he had left be cursed just within his reach.

harry was never the same after that. when he sat in bed late at night staring at the marauders map in his lap, he thought about how much he hated this life that's been made for him. the boy who lived, the scape goat, the hero, our only hope. it was crushing. harry was just a boy. he wanted to live a normal life.

but he knew he never could. not after tom riddle, not after cedric, not after sirius. even if everything went away tomorrow and harry could just attend his classes and be with his friends, nothing would change. he would still be alone, he would still be angry, and he would still suffer from his traumas. what was the point in fighting for good or living to see the end when you would always end up alone?

except, harry wasn't alone, really. he had you.

if there was one thing in this lifetime, one thing throughout this entire war that could have saved harry, it was you.

you and harry had been classmates for a year or so before really getting to know each other, and started dating not long after. when you were around, harry knew there was something worth fighting for. though he may feel angry and everything and everyone and everything everyone said, harry could never truly be mad with you. it's like when you looked at him the anger was muted, numb, deep inside him, and as soon as someone would interrupt it was bubbling at the surface again.

you were worried about harry, of course, and saw the effects his anger had on his relationships with everyone else around him. besides you.

he remembers you clearly, still to this day, and just how upset you were anytime he lashed out. if he'd felt anything other than anger at that time, it would've been guilt. guilt for hurting you, for scaring you. guilt, but not guilty enough to stop.

the anger was stronger.

even when you asked him, begged him, please, harry, please stop letting your anger win, and even when he promised, swore on his own grave, that he would try harder to stop for you, he never did.

harry was beyond angry. he was spiteful. all he had ever been was kind, a pushover who gave everyone the respect he was never graced with. he's saved strangers who wouldn't spit on him if he was on fire. he's lost his family in their sacrifice for the greater good that now rested upon harry's 16 year old shoulders.

he was beginning to think the fight wasn't worth it.

not only did the fight for good no longer seem worthy to harry, the fight against it only seemed to become more enticing. why should harry continue to risk his life and sanity when there would always be fights of blood purity? why should he be the hero everyone else has always wanted him to be?

for a long time, the answer was you. you were reason enough for harry to keep fighting, to keep his anger under control. when he looked at you things made sense for just a moment, his suffering was worth it to see you alive and well. until it wasn't.

everyone has a breaking point, and harry felt like he had finally reached his. as the war had geared up to a point of no return, harry had to make a decision. he had always assumed his decision was already made for him since birth, but he soon realized he never actually had to follow this path set for him in the first place. he was free to do as he pleased. he wasn't dumbledore, he wasn't his parents, he wasn't even the hero everyone thought he was. he was angry. he was spiteful.

worse than that, harry was vengeful.

so, when he met voldemort in the woods during the battle of hogwarts to accept his death, harry instead offered him a proposal the dark lord simply couldn't refuse. harry potter, his living horcrux, would become his successor upon his death. harry would fight with and for voldemort, training to become the most powerful dark wizard in history, and to finally let tom riddle rest well knowing the world was in just as dark, evil hands as his own.

though voldemort was skeptical at first, naturally, as harry expected him to be, he could eventually see the darkness within harry nearly consuming him whole. he was as serious as death itself. he no longer had the desire within him to continue fighting for, what he saw as, a lost cause. voldemort was rather pleased with this news, though never expected harry to come around like he did. he hadn't even considered it, really. but who was he to deny his own successor?

upon harry's return to hogwarts with voldemort and his death eaters in tow, every single person who watched was stunned into silence. even mcgonagall, who had been instructing and encouraging the students all night in their fight, had become speechless and teary eyed at the sight. ron had to catch hermione, who nearly fell to the floor.

but nobody was as upset as you were.

you had already been sobbing watching harry walk off into the woods towards his own death thinking you would never see him alive again. only to watch him emerge from the same treeline with the enemy by his side. it's like you got kicked in the gut. you would've almost rather never seen harry again.

"harry!" you had screamed in a broken voice as he crossed the bridge, voldemort's snake slithering at his feet. you were running to him, breaking through the multiple arms that tried to hold you back.

voldemort tried to raise his wand to you, but harry had stopped him, telling him to let him handle it. he was suspicious at first, still not fully trusting harry's intentions just yet, but was reassured by the sinister look in his eyes.

harry looked at you. he remembers feeling a twinge of that same guilt from before, the tiniest spark of hope deep within his rage. he really did love you, at least at some point he did. you would've made all of this worth it, you would've been the reason to keep going. but not even you were reason enough anymore. for so long he had been ready to take his revenge on the world that failed him.

"harry, what are you doing?" you had asked him, voice shaking. you were almost whispering, your eyes nervously glancing towards voldemort every other second in fear for your safety. harry grabbed your hands but you pulled them back, a look of disgust coming across your face.

"come with me." harry had told you. your look of disgusted transformed into shock, anger, confusion, and guilt. there were mumblings coming from the crowd of students behind you. "what?" you had asked, nearly breathless at this point, your eyes searching him for answers.

"come with me, [y/n]. i want you by my side as i become the most powerful dark lord in the world." harry explained, taking steps towards you with an excited grin on his face, his eyes still dark with corruption. you were still in shock when he grabbed for your hands. he kissed your knuckles softly with a quiet, "i love you,"

he had meant it, but not like he used to.

it took a few moments of silence and some tense eye contact before you pulled your hands away, letting the tears fall again as you attempted to gather your words. "you can't do this, harry. i will never join the dark lord. you know this isn't right, why are you doing this? why? why?" you're practically begging for an answer as harry looked away, an irritated expression on his face, clenching his jaw together. your hands reached for his shirt and jacket, trying to shake some sense into him as you grasped them tightly and pulled him closer.

"don't you love me?" you had asked him in the most heartbreaking, soul crushing voice. your words were weak, but your sentiment was palpable. you were bloody, dirty, covered in scars from fighting, holding harry close to you as you begged him with wide eyes. not too much earlier in the year he would've folded immediately looking at you, so innocent and desperate, his last bit of hope in the world.

but it was already far too late.

"take her to azkaban," harry had announced, angling his head back to the deatheaters behind him, keeping his eyes locked with yours. your grip on his clothes loosened and shocked gasps came from the crowd. harry looked at voldemort, who was a bit puzzled by the situation, but backed up harry's real nonetheless. "you heard the boy," he snapped towards the men behind him.

the deatheaters walked towards you as you stepped away from harry. "no, no, no, stop!" you were screaming, trying to back away from them, but they had grabbed your arms aggressively and began dragging you towards the bridge. "[y/n]!" a few students had shouted, running towards you before their attempts were blocked by a wave of voldemort's wand. the students fell to the ground, watching helplessly as you continued to fight your way out of the deatheaters' grasps. harry stood still, emotionless, completely stoic as he heard your desperate wails and calls for his name disappear into the woods behind him.

the rest of that night or day or whatever it was has since been completely blocked out of harry's mind, forever. his rage had reached a level he didn't know was possible. all he could recall anymore is the blood, the screaming, the running, and the light of his wand in his hand. many students and professors died during that battle at his hand, along with voldemort's and the deatheaters'. the castle was then burned to the ground, signifying the end of the battle. hogwarts had never stood a chance.

and, now, harry stands in the dark lord's manor, staring at the abandoned buildings lining his street, and he's thinking of you.

he often wondered how life would have been if you had joined him that day. though his years since have been packed with death, fights, destruction, and chaos, there were moments alone or in peril where you crossed his mind like a gentle breeze. a simpler part of his past, a light in his darkness. your soft, kind eyes, wide with shock as you back away from him, fixated on the deatheaters coming to collect you. your sweet, melodic voice screaming and breaking as you were dragged away, fighting for your freedom. harry could remember the moment perfectly despite everything else in his life being a blur.

he wonders how you would have filled the role as his partner in crime after choosing him. two dark lords unstoppable against the forces of the wizarding world, fighting 'good' and spreading evil just as he had been this whole time. would you have succumbed easily to the temptation? would you be as dark as harry was? could you maybe even be darker?

but harry knew it was a fruitless endeavor from the beginning. he had wanted to ask you anyways, to at least give you a chance to make the decision to be with him, even if he already knew what your response would be. harry was a bit let down at first, hoping maybe there was enough love between you to push morals aside, but he knew he would never be that lucky. part of why he fell in love with you way before his anger began was your commitment and dedication to what you believed was right. that same trait would be the driving force behind his decision to lock you away.

harry knew you. and he knew you wouldn't stop fighting until your body gave out, and maybe even after that. he may have lost you by sending you to azkaban for the foreseeable future of the war, but he'd rather know you were safe somewhere solitary than spend his years wondering where your dead body had been rotting into the dirt all this time. though azkaban was desolate, dark, isolated, and torturous, it allowed harry to sleep at night thinking of your still-beating heart resting safely behind those impenetrable walls.

lately his nights had become more restless, though, as the thought of you still residing in azkaban began to sit with him. he didn't feel guilt, really, he knew it was what was ultimately best for you. but he did miss you.

after the war had died down and voldemort took his place as the rightful dark lord of the world, harry's anger began to subside for the first time in years. rather than rage fueling his insatiable desire to destroy, he felt incredibly numb and disengaged with everything around him. the desolate streets and grim sky and abandoned city outside the windows began to fit his mental state more and more. for the first time since he was a teenager, harry could see past the anger.

and all he wanted was you.

so, harry had reached out to the dark lord, who spent most of his time at his new ministry castle across the country from the old manor he let harry watch over. they communicated every so often, checking in on business and social matters, but otherwise never had to meet in person. 

harry sent him a letter asking for your release and direct delivery to his household, barring from reason. he felt after the war he had lead with and for voldemort, he owed harry a singular favor all these years later.

it only took 2 days for a confirmation letter to be sent back to harry, signed by voldemort himself, dating your arrival for the next day.

harry had his house elf, jinx, make up your room, asking her to be sure it was comfortable and clean before your delivery tomorrow afternoon, and to also provide plenty of options for dinner.

harry spent all night thinking about you, wondering what you'd look like after all this time. how similar or different you would be from what he remembers. how you'd react to seeing him. he knew you well enough to know you wouldn't react well, likely needing an extended period of alone time to adjust being here before he'd ever get a civil moment with you. but he was up for the challenge, otherwise he'd never ask for your return in the first place. he was releasing his anger, and instead building his patience, if not just to hold you one more time.

there was a delicious smell filling the mansion as the clock drew nearer to your arrival. harry was dressed better than he had been in years, and had jinx make the usually desolate looking building feel warm and inviting. fireplaces roaring, warm lamps flooding the hallways, and the grand dining table set to perfection for 2 particular guests.

harry didn't want to make it too obvious, but it was hard for him to hide how excited he was to see you again. even if you were different, even if you hated him, all he wanted was to see you in person, his eyes locking with yours for the first time since the day you were dragged away at his command.

once the hour was upon him, harry could hear footsteps and voices on the second floor. his heart leaped, setting down his glass of wine before heading for the stairs.

"let go of me, let go of me," a strained voice was crying down the hall, the sounds of a struggle coming from harry's left. he saw two house elves, rather squat and bulky, holding onto the arms of a frail body covered in a simple striped prison dress.

one elf turned to harry and gave him a devilish grin, "ah, there's the man himself!" he growled, his partner turning as well. "sorry we were late, mr. potter, someone here wasn't too keen on leaving azkaban, for some reason," he apologizes, pulling at the arm he's holding.

you slowly turn your head and stop struggling, your eyes wide with fear and mouth dropped open. "harry?" you whispered to yourself, your knees nearly giving out beneath you before the elves aggressively pulled you back up.

the first elf groans, rolling his eyes at you. "where can we put her, huh?" he asks, his tone impatient. harry pulls a few gold coins out of his pocket and hands them over to both of the elves. "right here is just fine. thank you, boys," he tells them.

the elves happily accept the tips and drop you to the ground, quickly disappearing in a flash.

you're left heavily breathing on the floor of the hall, sniffling and groaning in pain before diverting your attention to harry. your eyes were still wide, your eyebrows creased in confusion as you tried to move yourself further away from him on your hands and knees.

harry gave you your space, but watched intently as you nervously increased the distance between both of you. your hair was long, tangled, greasy, and falling around you like a curtain. you were smaller than he remembered, your eyes sunken in and cheeks more hollowed than before. you were pale, and visibly dirty. the soles of your feet were nearly black.

harry felt a pain in his stomach, his blood pressure rising imagining how you lived inside the walls of the prison. he couldn't identify the feeling. it was different from anger, but it wasn't far off.

as you continued to back up, your eyes shifted to a widow on your right. you slowly gained the energy to lift yourself and reach for the window, throwing it open before attempting to stick your hand out.

your hand hit the open window like you had never moved the glass barrier. you continued trying to stick your hand and head out, hitting at the invisible barrier with all your strength, making frustrated sounds.

"there's a spell on the house, love. you can't leave, just for now, until we can work things out," harry tried to explain gently as you continued trying to escape. he took a step towards you and you stepped away, leaning on the wall for support as you began to cry harder.

"get away from me, get away, what the fuck, what the fuck is happening," you tried to shout at him, your faced turned away and other arm putting distance between you and harry. you were gasping for air, your voice stressed and broken, shaking your head as you tried to continue backing up into the wall.

harry still attempted to give you your space. he hated to see you like this. you were so defensive and scared of everything going on around you. he wanted to give you time to calm down, but felt you needed to know what was going on.

"[y/n]," harry said, causing your head to snap towards him with curious eyes. your arm lowered slightly, your knees still weak beneath you. "listen to me, okay? just for a second," harry tried to ask kindly. he hadn't realized just how long it had been since he talked to someone this gently.

you continued to stand defensively, your eyes scanning harry up and down nervously as your breathing slowly started to still.

harry sighed, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before turning his attention to you again. "i know this is a lot, and i know it's confusing," he starts, his voice unexpectedly shaky. "but i asked voldemort, and i had you released from azkaban. i figured you may like a warm place to stay, so i had you brought here,"

you still looked confused for a moment before you narrowed your eyes, your arm coming up once again to defend yourself. "what are you talking about? where are we?" you asked harry suspiciously, still scanning him from head to toe.

"my manor. well, the lord's manor, but, essentially mine," harry says a bit awkwardly. you gave him a look of disgusting, leaning further into the wall for support. "why would i want to be here? with you?" you practically spat at him with hatred in your eyes. harry was unaffected.

"i know you don't. but there's nowhere else to go. i promise." harry tells you solemnly. your eyes widen a bit again, a flash of fear coming across your face, but the anger quickly returns.

"i'd rather live in rubble than prop my feet up in the dark lord's manor," you say sharply, taking a step towards him in attempt to intimidate him. though you weren't much shorter than harry, you were weak, and tired, and he wasn't necessarily afraid of your threats.

he took a step back anyways, giving you more space. "look," he says, his eyes turning to the floor before he can steady his breathing and reply. "it's just for now. if you really don't want to stay, i won't make you." he says softly before returning his eyes to yours. they're not as bright as he remembers them in his dreams about you.

"but," he says, causing your jaw to clench. "you will stay until you're well again. and it's not up for debate." harry tells you firmly, his tone not as gentle as before.

you swallow harshly, your stomach growling audibly as the smell of the food downstairs begins to settle into your senses.

harry notices this and smirks to himself before quickly returning to a neutral state. "now," he announces, straightening out his blazer. "until the food is ready, there's a room made up for you just down this hall and to your left. it has a bathroom, and clothes. take all the time you need." he says before promptly turning on his heels and heading downstairs, his heart still racing from his encounter with you.

sitting in the living room watching the fireplace in front of him, harry eventually hears the door of your new bedroom click open and swiftly close. not long after he can hear the plumbing rumble as you take your first shower. he smiles at the fact that you're finally in his life once more, even if the circumstances were completely unusual.

harry's nearly concerned and wanting to send jinx to check on you after 2 hours of running water before it stops, the sound of the bathroom fan taking its place. harry's relieved.

"jinx, could tell our guest the foods ready," harry tells the elf as she brings the last tray from the kitchen to the dining room. she nods to herself, shuffling up the stairs sluggishly.

harry's pouring another glass of wine in the kitchen and decides to pour you one as well. on his way into the dining room, he sees you standing in the entryway. you're dressed in a large jumper, oversized pajamas bottoms, and your hair is still rather wet plopped into a bun on top of your head. your skin is rubbed raw, your cheeks still flushed pink as you analyze the table full of food in front of you.

harry smiles at your shocked gaze, your stomach growling again as he tries to hand you your glass of wine. you turn your nose at him, taking a step back. he smiles curtly and heads to his seat, setting your glass with his.

"figured you might be hungry," harry says as he sits down, his plate made for him already. he looks at you, arms still crossed, nose turned away, but eyes peeking at the endless food at your disposal. he can tell you're trying to keep your guard up, but your stomach hasn't stopped rumbling since you came downstairs.

he gestures to your chair just across from him, a plate made for you as well. you look at him, your eyes curious but expression still tight. you carefully take a step closer to the table, but you're still weary.

harry gives you a sympathetic smile. "after tonight you can have any meal you want in your solitude. i just thought i'd be nice and host my guest for the first night," he tells you, catching your gaze.

your curious look quickly turns to one of anger. "i'm not your guest. i'm practically a prisoner again." you hiss, your eyes boring into his with contempt. harry can sense the rage building inside of you. he's familiar with the feeling.

though you were different in so many ways, your dull eyes and lifeless voice, you were also similar in your determined attitude. you had always been the type to stand up and take charge, which harry completely admired and was impressed by. he found your beauty to be most potent in your strong will and cunning mind.

he admired you for just a moment, looking down at him with enough hatred to send shivers over his body. you looked so young, your skin supple and smooth under the light of the candles and fireplace, your hair falling loosely to frame your furrowed brow. you were just as pretty as he remembered, even if your expression always contained a hint of sadness and fear around him.

harry simply smiles softly, sitting back in his chair. "i prefer guest," he says teasingly. you suddenly snap at him, grabbing for his steak knife and pushing your arm to his neck against the back of the chair, holding the point of the knife to the side of his neck.

if looks could kill, the knife would've been unnecessary. your eyes were nearly black as you shakily push against harry's throat. "let me out of here now or i swear, harry," your voice cracks saying his name. "i swear i'll fucking kill you," you spit, leaning further into your grasp him on, your jaw clenched tightly.

harry, to your surprise, just chuckles to himself, not even struggling to breathe as he looks up at you deviously. your eyes widen just before you feel your arms start to move for you, as well as your legs. your neck is strained as well, an invisible force pushing you away from harry as the knife drops from your hand.

you're suddenly released from the mysterious grasp, and you choke out a breath, looking back at harry. he's smirking, but trying not to let you see as his pointed hand lowers from you. he fixes his shirt and chair, gesturing again to your seat across from him. "as thrilling as that was, love, not yet. i'd like you to stay here for at least a month before i consider placing you elsewhere." harry states, picking his knife back up to place on the table.

you stare at harry incredulously. "a month?" you ask, your face turning red again. you take another step towards him but you falter in fear of him using the same force as before to stop you. you stumble as your mind races to gather your thoughts. "how…you…i'm not staying here for a month! this is insanity! how could you send me away like that and just bring me back like it was nothing? a shower and a plate of food and suddenly those 5 years in azkaban never happened?"

you're now shouting at harry with a broken voice, your emotions on high as the tears threaten to fall again. harry watches you, just watches, and simply gestures to your chair again. "just join me," he insists.

you go to yell again, but harry sternly interrupts. "we can discuss this another time. please. sit down." he commands from you.

your mask drops for a moment, a look of fear crossing your face before diverting your eyes away completely to your chair. your stomach growls again, your hand covering it to hide the sound.

it takes a few moments until you slowly make your way to sit down, glancing at harry before taking your seat. harry begins eating silently, and, not long after, you're digging into your first real plate of food in years.

harry can't help but smile to himself subtly watching you indulge yourself for a moment, the mask slipping again as you gratefully shovel spoonfuls of food into your mouth with a sigh of relief. he was glad you were eating, even if he had to put up a bit of a fight to convince you.

as harry finishes up, you're still making your way through your second plate. he stands, grabbing your attention and making you curl back into your seat. "jinx," he calls out before sipping the last of his wine. jinx comes to the table and grabs harry's glass and plate, turning to take them to the kitchen. 

"[y/n], this is jinx," harry motions to the elf, who gives you a warm smile. you return the smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. "if you ever need anything, anything at all, don't be afraid to ask her. she lives to serve," harry tells you proudly, earning a slight look of disgust from you before returning a smile at jinx.

"this was a lovely dinner, ms. jinx, thank you so much, truly," you thank her honestly. she bows to you slightly before continuing her way through the doors to the kitchen.

you shoot harry a glare. "the harry i knew would've never kept a house elf," you say, your words dripping with disdain. harry ignores your statement, turning to the stairs before ascending them.

he leaves you alone at the dining table, closing himself off in the master bedroom for the night. just as he's finishing up brushing his teeth, he hears your door click shut. that night he fell asleep feeling more reassured than he had in years knowing the pretty girl he couldn't keep his mind off of was asleep just down the hall from him.

it had been a few weeks since harry moved you in, and he rarely ended up seeing you in the mansion. you were often locked away in your room, or taking showers, and harry only ever saw you when you were finishing up a meal with jinx.

you had become quite close with her, it seems, which harry found sweet. he was worried at first that you may be using jinx as a way to find an escape from the house, but after a while without incident, harry realized how silly the idea was. you truly could connect with anyone.

one of the only other times he saw you, though, was when he passed by the open library one night. harry had been restless, thinking about his past in depth, feeling emotions he couldn't place, and decided to watch the sunrise to clear his head. he took a quick glance through the doors before spotting you curled up on one of the couches, a book in hand, fast asleep beside a warm lamp.

harry stopped, taking a moment to admire you from afar. you had gained some weight back being here, which harry loved to see. your cheeks were full and rounded, your hands not as frail, and the color was coming back to your skin. your hair looked impossibly soft under the light, sprawled everywhere around your angelic, sleeping face. harry couldn't help the cheesy smile that overcame his face. he was just happy that you were okay.

outside of that, harry spent most of his time alone, thinking about you. you hadn't reached out to him yet, which he expected, but was surprised when a month came and went and you still didn't confront him. he hadn't made his decision just yet, so he didn't have an answer for you even if you had asked him. he saw you were doing better, but still wasn't confident in letting you go. not just for selfish reasons, of course, but he wanted to be sure you were equipped enough to live on your own.

but, harry had to admit, his heart raced when he heard your soft footsteps pass his door to the stairs. his mind went blank seeing your figure standing in the dining room with jinx, chatting over a plate of snacks together. his blood ran cold when he heard your soft giggle from somewhere in the mansion. like a beautiful ghost haunting his past.

harry knew even before he sent his letter to voldemort that his feelings for you had never truly gone away. deep under his rage, his unforgiving heart, his cold blooded nature, his love for you had always remained. but he was learning to accept your departure if you chose to do so. a final goodbye to the most beautiful part of his unsightly life. harry wasn't sure he could handle the idea.

he was struggling with his thoughts, the constant back and forth he was feeling about you. at first harry was sleeping better with you there knowing you were safe, but now he stayed up late worrying himself sick over the decisions he had to make now that you were actually there.

sitting in bed, staring at the rising sun through his window, harry's mind was exhausting him. he hadn't slept all night and could feel the effects setting in. slowly, he stood from the bed and slipped on his house shoes along with his robe. he quietly leaves his room to not disturb you so early just down the hall.

he walks to the opposite end of the hall towards the balcony, and takes his usual seat facing the sunrise.

harry contemplates here most mornings, but never comes to any radical conclusions. he doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know what's best for you anymore. he knows he selfishly wants you all to himself still, but also knows you deserve to live the life you want no matter what his opinion is. it's the same conversation with himself every time, and it leaves him confused and upset for keeping you here like he is. even if his heart is in the right place.

his thoughts are interrupted by jinx, who offers harry a cup of tea. he thanks her, but quickly calls her back to ask a question. "jinx, um…[y/n], how is she doing?" he asks.

jinx, a quiet house elf, gives harry a smile, and pats his shoulder. her smile is warm and reassuring, as well as her hand. as she walks off, harry smiles to himself a bit. he's not completely satisfied with the answer, but he takes what he can get.

finishing his cup of coffee with the sun shining over the horizon, harry turns to head inside before being met with the sight of you standing at the open doorway of the balcony. 

you're dressed in a simple long sleeve pajama shirt along with comfortable pants, your arms crossed as the morning chill sets into the air. harry's a bit startled at first, but gives you a polite smile, diverting his eyes and walking around you to leave you be.

"harry," you said softly, turning to him.

harry's heart dropped, but turned to you promptly with eager eyes. the way you said his name, your soft voice, he was already so captivated by you.

"can we talk?"

now harry was worried. this is what he's been afraid of since you got here. he's not ready to answer you. he doesn't know what he's going to say when you desperately ask him to leave and never come back.

"of course," he says calmly, gesturing to the balcony so you could sit together.

once you've joined him in watching the sun, you two fall into a somewhat comfortable silence as the soft wind whistles past.

"i never thanked you," you said quietly after a while, almost a whisper in the wind. harry looked at you, looking at the sunrise. your face was radiant. you were brilliant in the light of the sun, your hair still impossibly soft and beautiful, falling around you, following the flow of the air. harry was overwhelmed with the beauty your presence held in this moment. "you never had to."

you glanced at harry, studying his expression, before turning back to the sun. "it's also been a month." you state coldly. harry's gaze drops, sighing. "57 days, technically," he mumbles.

a few moments of silence pass again, leaving harry an anxious mess in his seat. he tried to think of a gentle way to let you know he still needed time to decide what to do. a way to tell you without putting his life at risk to your anger.

"well, as much as i hate to say this, you were right," you say, still watching the sunrise in deep thought. harry was shocked by your words, immediately sitting up in his seat to get a better look at your face.

you were stoic, your eyes fixated on the scene out beyond your reach. "what?" harry asked, not believing his own ears. a small smile crept to your lips, the first one he's managed to see himself since you've been here. his heart aches at just the hint of seeing it again.

"don't make me say it again, potter," you try to say threateningly with that small smile, your eyes falling to your lap.

harry is stunned into silence, watching you with careful eyes. "but, you were right. i needed time to be healthy again." you said to him, your back still turned. harry stayed quiet, allowing you to continue. "i was angry with you. i still am. i don't think it'll ever stop," you inform him, the coldness returning to your voice. "but," he was preparing himself for the rejection, the questions, the begging.

"i'd like to stay, if you'll have me," you offer in a slightly embarrassed tone, your face turned the other way.

to say harry was shocked at your request is an understatement. he was expecting you to have a plan to take him out if he had rejected your request to leave yet. he never considered the idea that you might actually want to stay with him.

"i'll have you forever, if you let me," harry respond, a small smile on his face as well. you shoot him a warning look. "not forever. just until i feel well again." you tell him, your voice cold once more. you turn back to the sun, now completely over the horizon. "figured you owe me that much," you say in an accusatory voice.

harry just smirks to himself. you could never be soft for long when he was around. but he appreciated that you felt you could ask him to stay, though you never had to in the first place. harry really would have had you forever, if you'd let him.

"stay as long as you need to." he says.

you glance back at him again, your eyes softer this time. you're analyzing him for a moment before turning to him a bit. "it took me a long time to understand why you sent me to azkaban," you tell him, your voice steady and emotionless. harry just watches you, admiring the light surrounding you.

"you would've never stood a chance in destroying the world had i been free," you state, your eyes still examining him. harry offers you another small smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes the same way. "you knew you were weak," you say.

harry's now analyzing your expression, your words swimming around in his mind. "i did," he admitted to you. "it was just easier if i knew where you were all this time," he says breathlessly.

your eyes narrow at him once more, the anger returning to your body language. "easier for you. i would've never done the same if the roles were reversed." you snapped at him harshly. harry believed you. he thought about it a lot in his nightly battles with his own mind.

"you're right," harry stated, still admiring you in your anger. you were upset, but gave harry a questioning look. your eyes softened only a bit. "i think about it all the time," he admits to you gently.

you're a bit puzzled by his admittance of guilt, but don't let it stop you. "i hope it haunts you at night the way it haunts me," you say sharply, your eyes dark.

"always has," harry says to himself, only making you more angry. "you poor thing. must've been so tough relaxing in this mansion knowing i was rotting away in solitary confinement." your voice is strong, powerful, a contrast to the broken words you gave harry your first day here.

"it was," harry says simply, sensing your rising impatience with him. you stood from your seat, towering over him as he continued watching you in wonder. "you evil little rat. you're just lucky my magic is restricted by this spell. i would've killed you in your sleep that first night." you threaten him, gesturing to the protection spell around the castle and balcony.

harry wants to stop himself, but can't keep the smirk off his face. this only angers you more, pulling your arm back and slapping harry square across his face.

he doesn't react, instead allowing himself to stay facing away from you. "i hate you," you state weakly, your hands balled at your side. harry looks at you, the smirk still playing on his lips. "i know," he says softly.

you frustratedly sit back down, turning to look back at the sunrise once more.

a long silence settles over you two, listening to the sounds of the city as it awakens around you. eventually, you stand, turning to leave harry alone on the balcony. you pause before you leave.

"i still never thanked you, harry." you speak softly, your back turned to him. he looks over at you, your curves glowing in the morning light. "you never had to," he replies, and you're off down the dark hallway.

for the next few months, you and harry live together amicably. he sees you around more often as you start to leave the confines of your room. of course the library was a place of solace for you, but he started to see you more in the living room, on the balcony, or in the dining room enjoying jinx's company. for a while you two exchanged polite greetings, simple glances and acknowledgements, before asking about each other's days, or commenting on the weather. it was agonizingly slow for harry, but he was breaking through your walls one way or another.

one day not long after you'd slapped him on the balcony, you sat in the living room with harry, across from his seat on the couch. he was surprised by your presence, but gave you a small smile over his book anyway. "jinx tells me you've been acting different," you'd stated bluntly, watching his face for a reaction.

harry put down the book he was reading, giving you his attention. "have i?" he asks. you were always examining him, your eyes critical but curious at the same time. "she says your anger used to be terrible. even worse than i remember." you lead him on.

harry bit his lip thinking about the years where his rage was at its worst. he tried not to dwell on them, and instead tried to focus on the newfound emotions consuming his life. but he couldn't deny the path of destruction he'd left while seeing red.

harry eventually nodded, his eyes distant. "it was," he admits, his voice just as lost in thought. you shifted in your seat. "you let it ruin everything, harry." you said softly, leaving him looking at the floor in disappointment. "i know," he admitted.

the silence between you was palpable. harry felt the weight of it on his shoulders before you spoke again. "i would hear about the things you did while in azkaban. the guard would tell me even after i asked him to stop." you inform him. harry can still feel your eyes shooting daggers at him.

"for so long i fantasized about being the one to kill you, to finally put an end to voldemort." you said wistfully. harry glanced at you, seeing a longing look on your face. "how brave of [y/n] to put her love aside to kill the dark lord's apprentice." you said in a mocking tone, leaning back in your seat.

harry watched you, imagining you in azkaban, dreaming of putting an end to his life, while he dreamed of freeing you. it was a fair trade, he thought, and not one he would argue against at this point. and it didn't go unnoticed that you mentioned your love for him, either.

"you still can," harry says, causing you to snap your eyes back at him. "excuse me?" you ask with a sneer. harry puts his book to the side and sits up, his feet planted on the ground. "kill me, that is. it's not impossible." he tells you with intrigue.

you're staring at him incredulously, your eyes always searching him. "you're…you're kidding, right? i mean, you took my magic while yours seems to be highly skilled. you really think i'd stand a chance?" you ask with a sarcastic laugh.

harry stands from his seat, taking achingly slow steps around the coffee table towards you. "yes, while your magic is weak, you are not, [y/n]. i've gone out of my way to keep the knives, fire pokers, swords, and hundreds of books on potions and charms out for your use, at any time, have i not?" harry questions you, getting closer now. though you would normally pull back from him, you stay seated, trying to process his words.

standing just before you, harry admires the curves of your face against the light of the fire. "with your nimble step and cunning wit," harry lifts his hand to gently put his fingers to your chin. the first physical contact he's had with you. unless you count the time you held that knife to his throat. "you could gut me like a pig before i even have the chance to squeal," harry's voice is soft but dark, your breathing caught in your throat at the contact.

as he backed away, harry could see the physical effect he had on you. your nervous blinking, your jaw tightening, hands trembling; he found it sweet he could still do that to you, even if you claimed to hate him.

after that day, harry felt less tension between you two. maybe being vulnerable around you made you realize he was never a threat to begin with. he didn't want anything from you, and he didn't care if you never wanted anything from him. as long as you were safe, that was all he cared about. he hoped you were starting to understand that.

though conversations between you were still tense and cryptic, there was a sense of unspoken comradery that felt nostalgic to you both. your serious, brooding angst matched with harry's calm, collected coldness made for an interesting match. it was never the same as before, you were both fairly aware it wasn't ever going to be, but there was an undoubted chemistry that still lingered from your teenage years together.

however, something else that always lingered during your interactions is your distaste for harry's actions. at any chance you can, you poke and prod at his past, partly to understand, he assumes, but also to test his limits. you were always cautious and suspicious of his submissive behavior when it came to this kind of confrontation; how could someone who was, at least at one point, so evil, so cruel and heartless, become so nonchalant about their past? who wipes out entire cities just to 'not dwell on it'?

this was always a point of contention between you, even if everything else until that point had been somewhat playful. it never so much upset harry as it riled you up, bringing strong emotions to the forefront, causing you to lash out at him. though he always stayed calm, he also always seemed to listen. he never disagreed with your feelings or sentiments, if anything he agreed with your hatred for himself. it's like that day in the living room when he tempted you with his death, and yet you never took the bait.

harry rather enjoyed watching you work yourself up, and admired how quick you were to defend yourself. he never wanted to upset you, of course, but sometimes he couldn't help his cheeky responses knowing it would get a look out of you that made his heart jump. it might not be the most gentlemanly thing he does, but something about your anger excited him. it was nothing like his vengeful rage from the past, but it had its own potency that ran a chill down his spine. harry was so used to everyone cowering away from him in fear of his power that he relished your open aggression towards him. it was thrilling, and it was exactly what he needed.

harry tried to remain respectful of his guest, but having such a beautiful mind and body occupy his space with him was hard to ignore sometimes. his eyes would wander, as well as his thoughts, and he had caught himself fantasizing about you a few too many times to admit. you were stunning, of course, you always had been, but there was something about you now that elevated your beauty in harry's eyes. maybe it was the dark, unforgiving coldness of your eyes, or the strong scowl that your expression rested in, or the underlying anger that was ready to bubble over at any point, but harry was completely infatuated with who you had become.

he knew how hypocritical it was for him to admire the parts of you that were forced out in your desperation to survive the decision he made for you all those years ago. though you seldom mentioned your years in azkaban, harry could see and feel the effects it continued to have on you. they weighed on him heavily, and though harry wasn't one to regret what's happened in the past, he wished he could've figured out another way to protect you at the time. a way that didn't dim the light inside of you the way that it has been.

but still, that light was there. when you smiled to yourself at your own quips, when you admired the food jinx prepares you, when you lost yourself in your books, harry could physically feel the light radiating within you. it was familiar, like an old hug from a friend, and was unmistakably beautiful.

sometimes he felt like a teenager again, discovering the parts of you that made him fall in love in the first place. your natural charm, your captivating eyes, the innate draw he felt to you simply by being in your presence. it was unlike anything he's felt for another person, before or since meeting you. but rather than two teenagers flirting over study dates, you were now two closed off adults with a complicated history and 'break up', if you could even call it that. it was nothing like the past, yet it was entirely too similar.

you and harry had been sitting in silence together in the living room, reading your respective books, enjoying each other's company. it was one of harry's favorite things to do with you now, and one of the only ways you two could be together without it ending in tension. neither of you talked, neither of you made noise outside of the occasional chuckle or gasp at your readings; it was a peaceful excuse for harry to be near you, and sometimes admire you from over the pages.

this night, however, you broke the traditional silence by asking harry a question you'd been keeping to yourself. "harry," you started. he loved the sound of his name in your voice, it was invigorating to listen to.

harry turned his head to you, his book still in his lap, noticing you've long since placed yours on the table beside you. "[y/n]," he responded with his typical smirk, returning his eyes to his book.

you cleared your throat a bit, your ankles crossing in front of you. "how often did you think of me," it was more of a statement than a question, your tone not as cold and questioning as it typically was.

harry knew what you meant, of course, and waited a moment before answering you. "i'd never stopped," he said simply. it was true, and it still is.

you turned to look at the fireplace, your knees bouncing out of the corner of harry's eye as he pretends to continue reading. "but you never came back for me," you stated. harry's eyebrows furrowed, glancing at you again before looking away to leave you with your words. "you left me there to die," you said, that familiar coldness returning to your tone.

harry let out a sharp breath. "that was never my intention, and you know that." he says without a reaction. you become visibly irritated, your jaw clenching with your fists. "you never thought about me," you insisted, your words heavy with contempt.

harry shut his book and threw it beside him, leaning towards you. you turned to glare at him, your nostrils flared. "i was lucky to sleep one full night in the last 5 years without a singular dream of you." he tells you, his voice as steady as his eye contact. "you haunt me like a ghost, [y/n]. you always will."

you're looking at him questionably as you stand from your seat across from him, now making you way to him. "good. i hope you never forget about what you did to me. i won't." you hiss at him, your cheeks turning red. harry's mind races with you towering over him, leaning back in his seat to fully enjoy the view.

"how could i forget about you?" he quips, that same damn smirk making you grit your teeth. you take another, heavier step towards him, your fists trembling at your sides. "stop fucking doing that," you spit threateningly.

harry cocks his head to the side, looking you up and down. he likes seeing you like this, even if it scares him a bit. "what?" he asks, pushing you even further.

you step between his legs and lean into his face, only leaving a few inches between you. "that, you fucking creep. is this funny to you?" your voice is raised now, the anger finally starting to boil over again. "not at all," harry says, still smirking at your reaction.

"then wipe the smirk off your face and stop doing this to me, harry." you instruct him, leaning back to cross your arms in front of you. harry's biting his lip, not able to resist the lustful thoughts he's having of you in this situation. "doing what, exactly?" he asks, curious what you mean.

"this, all of this, harry. you look at me like a starving animal. you watch me around the house like a stalker. you say you think of me all the time and yet you've only so much as touched my chin." you rattle off, clearly frustrated with these thoughts you've kept inside. "you bring me back here and have me live like a princess when there's people outside who live like animals because of you and what you've done," you continue to raise your voice at him, now getting yourself completely worked up.

harry just watches you, like always, not disagreeing with any of your sentiments. as he normally doesn't, he knows you're a smart girl.

"and you're still fucking looking at me like that," you growl, your arm comes across his neck once more, like the first night you were here, holding him against the cushions of the couch.

harry doesn't stop you, as he never does, and instead enjoys the feeling of you kneeling between his legs in an attempt to further choke him. "i swear on my own life i'll still kill you, potter. what the fuck do you want from me?" you interrogate him, your dark eyes searching him for answers.

the smirk on harry's face only grows, causing you to push further into his throat. it's ironic how much he wants from you right now that would only further put his life at risk in your hands.

"i…never wanted…anything…" harry chokes out. he knows he's stronger than you and could easily escape your grasp, but he enjoys the feeling of letting you have control over the moment, and over him.

"that's a fucking lie," you say through gritted teeth, getting nose to nose with harry. "tell me what you want." you insist.

harry's heart is racing, his mind going blank from the lack of oxygen, and an inconvenient erection growing through his trousers. he could tell you so many things he wants, how many nights he's spent imagining you on top of him like this once again. he knows it would only anger you more, and he was almost tempted by that thought alone.

after a few moments of harry struggling to keep his eyes focused on you, you could feel something against your thigh that caught your attention. glancing down, your weight on harry's throat lessened enough for him to breathe slightly. you looked back up at his eyes with a look of confusion and shock before quickly returning to anger.

"seriously? are you fucking turned on right now as i'm threatening your life?" you ask him with disgust, slighting pulling away. harry's cheeks flush as he tries to catch his breath, your arm still resting across this collarbone. he stays quiet, his eyes glancing between you and his lap.

you scoff at him. "you're so pathetic, potter. how you were ever a leader of anything is a mystery to me." you ridicule him, an amused smirk coming across your own face.

your condescending attitude only fuels harry's excitement more, trying not to let his expression expose how much he's enjoying this.

"it's almost like you want me to kill you," your voice is quiet but dangerously cold, giving harry goosebumps as your breath falls across his blushing face. he tries to stop it but his body can't resist a low whine being forced from his throat.

your eyes fall to his lips for just a moment before you lean into them, surprising harry with a hungry kiss as you relax your weight onto his body. more moans escape harry's mouth as you roughly force your tongue past his lips. his hand naturally finds your waist, but you slap it away harshly with your free hand. "no touching." you warn him, your lips brushing against his.

"yes ma'am," harry responds.

you give him a look, you other leg kneeling beside his as you straddle his thigh, your skirt falling perfectly over his knee. "i still hate you," you growl, choking him against the couch once more. "i know," harry says breathlessly, staring at you like a helpless puppy.

forcing him into a suffocating kiss, you eventually let harry breathe as your lips find his neck, your teeth sinking into his skin and hands grasping his shoulders tightly. he groans at the pain, earning a slight roll of your hips on his leg. harry wants nothing more than to touch you right now, guiding your hips into his body, pleasuring you like he's wanted to for so long. but for now, he's just glad you're kissing him, and enjoys the feeling of your breath against his bruised skin.

"shirt off." you command, sitting back to observe the puddle harry's become in your grasp. he wastes no time taking off his sweater, throwing it behind him as your eyes trace over his scarred torso. your cold gaze softens at the sight, your fingers tracing the healed wounds carefully.

for a moment, when you glance at harry through your eyelashes, he feels that same love you shared as kids. the soft, innocent admiration that came with inexperience. for just one moment, nothing was complicated, and there was no history. you were discovering harry all over again, like he had been with you.

the moment didn't last for long as your gaze hardened once more looking at him. you stood from your straddling position, much to his disappointment. he was ready for you to end the moment and leave, but you didn't.

"on your knees." you instructed him. again, harry wasted no time as he sunk to his knees in front of the couch, eye level with the hem of your skirt. he looked up at you eagerly, hardly believing the privilege he had to see you above him like this.

harry's heart was racing as you lifted your skirt to expose your panties to him. his eyes never left yours, his breathing hitching at the beauty just in front of his face. his hands were patiently folded in his lap, aching to grab every part of you.

you slowly lifted one thigh onto harry's shoulder, reaching down to take the glasses off his face for him, setting them to the side. "now," you told him, your voice seductive as you lean your weight into him once more. harry holds his shoulders steady, his mouth close enough to your soaked pantines to nearly taste you already.

"let me ride your face," you coo, your hands finding their way to his cheeks as he continues staring at you with hungry eyes. "it's the least you can do for me," you smirk, your voice still chillingly cold and cryptic.

harry lets out a sigh of relief and desperation, eyes glancing at your panties before returning to your gaze. you slowly push his open mouth onto you, not able to hold back a sound of relief yourself.

harry's eyes flutter shut as your hips roll onto his face, losing himself in your smell and taste. your fingers tangle into his hair to keep him in place, soft, breathy gasps falling from your lips as you watch from above.

after a minute you become too desperate and pull your panties aside, instructing harry to hold them as you force his mouth onto your dripping pussy. harry listens like a good boy and holds the fabric, his hand also taking the chance to grip your inner thigh. a deep moan escapes your throat at the feeling.

harry's tongue quickly works its way across your arousal, enjoying every part of you as he pushes himself further into your pussy. your hands try to pull his hair back to relieve some of the overwhelming feeling, but harry doesn't let you control him for once. he's desperate to please you, his hunger growing the more of you he's allowed to have.

harry's other hand grabs for your skirt to hold it above his head, opening his eyes to meet your gaze. your face is twisted in pleasure, lips bitten, eyes glazed over as you watch harry disappear between your legs.

harry moans at the sight of you, sending shivers across your skin. you moan, biting your lips closed, your hips stuttering against his mouth. "fuck," you mumble, earning another moan from harry as his tongue circles your sensitive clit.

a hand rushed to your mouth as you attempt to hide your filthy noises, the feeling making your eyes roll back. you're trying to mask your pleasure, but harry can see right through you.

you finally successfully pull his mouth off of you, lips swollen and wet as his head rests in your grip. "good," you say breathlessly. your voice falters a bit. you take your thigh off harry's shoulder, again, much to his disappointment.

"sit," you tell him, gesturing to the couch once more. harry complies, returning to his spot on the couch behind him. you reach forward and unbutton his pants, pulling them down a bit with his assistance. you can see his erection through his briefs, causing you to smirk a bit before returning to your neutral expression.

"no touching," you remind harry as you position yourself to straddle his hips, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. harry's sure you can hear his heartbeat racing under your control.

you start grinding your soaking wet panties against harry's clothed cock, your mouth falling open with his at the sensation. the light of the fire behind you leaves harry with the beautiful sight of you glowing in his lap, your warm skin pressed against his as your breathy moans fall into his neck.

harry can hardly take the teasing any longer, his moans becoming needier the harder he gets under you. "fuck, [y/n]," his voice is deep with desire, his head rolling back once your roll your hips into him harshly. you moan at the sound of your own name, your hands returning to his shoulders as your nails dig deep into his skin.

"that's right, say my name," you smirk, grinding into harry at a faster pace. "so pathetic," you remind him.

harry continuously lets your name fall from his lips as you watch him, a helpless, desperate mess beneath you. he loves the feeling of letting you use him him any way you want to.

soon you can't wait much longer, and you pull out harry's cock from his briefs. the feeling of your hand grasping his shift makes harry's hips buck up involuntarily, silently asking for more.

you can't help but chuckle at just how eager he is. you're more than enjoying the control and effect you have over him.

"now," you say again, causing harry to look back at you with needy eyes. "you're gonna let me use you until i cum," you tell him, teasing yourself with the feeling of him against your wet pussy. harry's eyes nearly roll back again as he nods for you, his lips parted with uneven breaths.

you slide harry inside of you, adjusting to the feeling as harry's head falls back once again in pleasure. "so fucking wet," harry sighs softly, nearly whining. once your hips lower completely onto his length, you start to ride harry slowly, still adjusting to him. he's a full blown whining mess beneath you, his chest flushed and heaving as your pussy tightens around him.

you take in the sight of him, your eyes exploring every sweaty part of his body as you continue riding at a slow pace. you unwrap your arms from his shoulders, leaning back into your hips. "take my shirt off," you tell harry.

his eyes open again, looking at you eagerly. his hands nervously begin lifting your shirt, holding the fabric carefully between his fingers, and savors the sight and feeling of pulling it off of you, his eyes glancing at your chest before locking with yours again.

"so beautiful," he tells you, your skin looking deliciously soft in the warm lowlight. "i know, now be quiet," you shut him up, picking up the pace of your hips.

harry's eyes narrow at you, the intoxicating feeling of you wrapped around his cock only making him hungrier for your pleasure. the sight of you bouncing in his lap, your breasts just in front of his face as you lean your hands next to his head on the back of the couch.

"open," you tell harry.

he doesn't have to be told twice before his lips part, his tongue eagerly waiting for you. you guide your nipple into his mouth, your hips rolling onto harry's cock in circles. his teeth and tongue tease the sensitive skin, your pussy gripping harry even more and earning a low growl from his chest. his hands remained at his sides, but he wanted nothing more than to feel you everywhere on top of him.

you start riding harry once more, his teeth still gripping your nipple making you whine at the feeling. "fuck," you let the word slip out, your own teeth sinking into your bottom lip. harry's more than aroused at your reaction to him, his cock aching inside of you to release.

you pull harry's head back by his hair, forcing him to look up at you. you reach for his glasses that you sat down earlier, returning them to his face delicately. harry appreciates the gesture and can better see the pleasure in your eyes, a soft smile falling across his lips.

"so pretty," he whispers. he can see the blush you try to hide, looking away from his eyes and down at your hips.

you start groaning in frustration, your grip on his hair tightening, causing harry to wince. "you're gonna make me cum," you tell him through broken moans, your thrusts becoming uneven. harry can feel you tightening around him again. he groans at the feeling, your name slipping from his mouth again and again. this only makes you fall apart more, high pitched whimpers coming from you as you chase your high.

you soon sink into harry's neck, your cries of pain and pleasure falling across his skin as your legs start to shake. you can't even form words as your body feels the waves of intense pleasure from each thrust onto harry's cock. your hands move to his shoulders again, holding onto him for stability as you continue to ride out your climax.

harry grows impatient at the feeling of your orgasm and watching you break down into him. he finally grabs for you, moving your hips to the couch beside him, staying inside you while you gasp at his movement. he kicks off his pants and adjusts himself between your legs.

"harry," you try to protest, your voice weak and shaky. "just let me do this, darling," he growls, his hips becoming flush against yours as he pushes his cock completely inside of you. you let out a gasp, your hand slapping over your lips once more.

harry hungrily digs his cock deeper inside of you with each slow thrust, his hands holding himself up above you as he watches his cock easily slide in and out of your soaking wet pussy. he folds your legs back as he sinks even deeper into you.

"holy fuck," he groans, his breathing heavy, hands gripping the back of your thighs to keep himself steady. "so beautiful, [y/n]," harry tells you again, his droopy eyes focused on your face twisted in pleasure.

you look at him, your eyes full of lust, but still cold as ice. "i…hate you," you remind him through strained breaths, struggling to take his entire length, still glaring at him.

this pushes harry over the edge, his hips quickening until he feels himself start to unravel. he pulls out of your warm pussy and cums on your stomach, groaning at the sight of you below him.

you gasp at the feeling, looking at harry with shock. "did you just cum from me saying i hate you?" you ask, your tone mocking his desperation. harry nods, still stroking his cock slowly, his other hand remaining on your thigh as his moans quiet down.

"you're disgusting," you tell him coldly, but harry can see the smirk on your face and the lust in your eyes. he watches you below him, smirking in return.

"and you love it."

Request from an anon: ravenclaw reader x Harry where she meets James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, etc for the first time when coming over for a holiday dinner or something?

A/N — hello Nonnie! This actually cuts off right before they meet so if you want a part two with them actually meeting just request and I’ll be happy to write it for you <33

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“You’re sure the house apparel is okay?”

The words tumble out your mouth as you smooth out your blue sweater for the fifth time over the ten minute walk back to Harry’s Parent’s house. You thought meeting his family after your date instead of before would ease some of your nerves, but the opposite had occurred. Dinner had giving you more time to ponder over all the things that could go wrong.

While you don’t doubt that his family is just as amazing as he is, meeting them is working you up a little. For some reason, meeting them just feels so official. Not that you aren’t sure about Harry. You plan to cling to his side until he’ll no longer have you. (Which you hope is a day that’ll never come.) It just sends a kaleidoscope of fast-fluttering butterflies to your stomach to know things were getting serious. That he was serious about you.

“I’ve told you, it’s fine.” He squeezes your hand And kisses the side of it. The affection is almost enough to make you drop the anxiousness completely. “They won’t pay much attention to your sweater. And even if they do, you look great. Better than that. You look perfect.” His words bring a warm flush to your cheeks as you nibble on your lip, now with something akin to bashfulness.

“I just want this to go—“

“—perfectly, I know.”

His smile is calm and kind, like you’re being completely reasonable and not freaking out over nothing. “If I’m honest, I don’t see how it could go any other way. You’re perfect, so everything you do is just as. By extension.” A sheepish giggle bubbles from your throat as you squeeze his hand. “Science?” You tease as your shoulders start to relax “Hardly. Everything you do is magic,” he stops walking to give you a little smirk. “Literally.” You reward him with another, louder and more boisterous, laugh. (Next time he wants to go for full belly.)

As you approach his house, you look at him one more time for reassurence. He presses his lips to your cheek. “They’ll love you. Seriously, what’s not to like?” He kisses your other cheek. “And even if they don’t—which won’t happen—they’ll have to warm up to you because I really, really like you. More than that. I love you.” Your eyes widen like saucers, but he chooses is to ignore it for now. “So this’ll be fine, yeah?” He doesn’t wait for your answer as he pushes the door open, dragging you and your saucer eyes through the door.

The First Meeting||Harry Potter

Par: Harry Potter x Você

Sumário: Quando a novata no mundo mágico conhece Harry Potter pela primeira vez em Hogwarts

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N/A: Essa é a primeira fanfic que estou postando no Tumblr, então seria muito importante para mim se você deixasse sua opinião aqui.

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O dia começou chuvoso, o que não é uma surpresa considerando que eu estou na Inglaterra, mais especificamente na cidade de Londres. Porém eu, como uma imigrante de terras quentes, considero dias de chuva má sorte, pois sempre algo de errado acontece.

E para o meu desespero, hoje era para ser perfeito.

Faz apenas um mês que descobri ser uma bruxa e para a minha felicidade, não tem nada relacionado com nariz pontudos e pura maldade. Aparentemente a única semelhança são os chapéus, já que nos dois momentos em que estava ao redor de bruxos de verdade, vi várias pessoas usando.

Minha família, em sua maioria, sendo católica completamente devota, não aceitou a minha nova realidade tão bem, para não dizer que foi um inferno na Terra. Resumidamente, se eu fosse, não iria poder colocar os pés em casa novamente, pois não iam abrigar uma pecadora bruxa.

Aquele senhor barbudo foi gentil o suficiente para me ajudar a encontrar um outro lugar para ficar, enquanto meus pais pensariam melhor sobre o assunto. Embora não consegui agradecê-lo ou ao menos falar depois de ser expulsa da minha casa, ou antiga casa.

Estou hospedada no Caldeirão Furado desde então, mas por causa dos últimos acontecimentos da minha vida, apenas saí para comprar os materiais. Ser uma bruxa tinha me custado muito e eu não estava pronta para encarar isso, até ontem. Eu demorei bastante para decidir se iria para Hogwarts ou não, porém agora a certeza que fiz uma escolha certa estava crescendo no meu peito.

Logo após tomar meu café da manhã em uma das mesas do bar, esperei sentada pelo responsável que iria me acompanhar até a estação Kings Cross, onde eu deveria pegar um trem. Eu soube disso no mesmo dia que descobri o mundo mágico mas só hoje fiquei ansiosa por esse motivo. Devo admitir que imaginei que iríamos voar, obviamente todas as histórias mentiram para todas as crianças não-mágicas da Terra.

Poucos minutos depois, um homem de turbante apareceu pela porta e caminhou em minha direção, sua expressão não mostrava nenhuma emoção em particular ao entrar e nem ao me ver sentada, porém o que me assustou foi a fragilidade e o receio em sua voz.

- Senhorita Garcia, bom dia, está pronta para partir? - ele se apoiou em uma perna enquanto olhava preocupadamente ao redor.

- Sim senhor.. está tudo bem?? O banheiro é daquele lado - eu não apontei para não ser duas vezes inconveniente mas não consegui segurar minha curiosidade enquanto olhava a expressão dele mudar.

- Será uma viagem breve mas devemos ir andando para não ter risco de perder o trem, vamos - sua postura ficou repentinamente rígida e seu rosto pareceu abalado mas dessa vez, guardei meus pensamentos para mim.

Ao menos ele foi gentil o suficiente para me ajudar com as duas malas, que estavam bem pesadas pela quantidade de livros que estavam ali dentro, quis pegar alguns extras de História da Magia para conhecer mais sobre aquele mundo.

E ele não estava errado, o caminho foi rápido apesar da chuva fina e das ruas molhadas. Não conversamos além das formalidades, descobri apenas que ele é um dos meus professores desse ano, professor Quirrel e nada mais.

Assim que meus pés deram um passo para dentro da estação, o homem se despediu com um aceno na cabeça e saiu para seguir seu próprio caminho com uma expressão esquisita, mas não me importei com isso por mais de 2 segundos.

Respirei fundo e comecei a andar seguindo a pequena aglomeração de pessoas que possivelmente ia trabalhar em outra cidade, já que não conhecia o caminho até as plataformas. Sinceramente não pensei que daria certo até ver os números das placas e logo apressei o passo, pois a minha estava mais a frente.

- 7 ... 8 ... 9 ... 10?? - parei de andar no mesmo instante em que percebi aquele erro, não tinha nada entre o 9 e o 10 - Não acredito nisso…

Permaneci parada encostada na parede olhando ao redor como se procurasse alguém, mas na verdade queria encontrar um milagre ou ao menos um anjo que pudesse me dizer o que fazer nessa situação.

Milhões de pensamentos passaram pela minha cabeça no intervalo de 2 minutos, a maioria deles negativos, até que algo chamou atenção para fora do meu desespero, ou melhor, alguém. Uma cabeleira ruiva tinha acabado de atravessar a parede, foi tão rápido que mal acreditei nos meus próprios olhos.

Mais duas pessoas fizeram o mesmo antes que eu conseguisse fechar minha boca e andar até lá, em passos incertos e trêmulos. Eles não tinham me notado e agradeci mentalmente por isso, porque não iria conseguir pronunciar uma única palavra certa. A notícia boa é que com certeza eram bruxos, pela forma que se vestiam e a conclusão mais lógica é que saberiam o caminho certo.

Aguardei todos atravessarem para me aproximar daquela parede, não consegui ouvir a conversa mas notei que a forma certa de entrar é correndo. Novamente respirei fundo e olhei ao redor procurando ver se alguém estava reparando na minha presença, com a estação cheia, a minha resposta veio como um rápido não.

Fechei os olhos e corri uns três passos curtos até sentir uma sensação diferente de tudo que senti até o momento. A parede de pedra pareceu ter se transformado em uma parede de vento e facilmente consegui chegar até o outro lado. Imediatamente abri meus olhos depois de ouvir o som de um trem e ao olhar para o lado, ali estava ele. O Expresso de Hogwarts, estava escrito logo na frente da locomotiva.

Só precisei de 10 segundos para reparar na diferença, as roupas eram definitivamente diferentes e tinha uma quantidade absurda de crianças e adolescentes, à medida que fui caminhando para mais perto da entrada do trem, mais pessoas iam aparecendo, de uma forma que eu não sabia explicar.

A viagem foi tranquila até Hogwarts, encontrei um vagão vazio assim que cheguei mas logo os lugares foram sendo ocupados e acabei dividindo a minha cabine com mais duas meninas, logo notei que eram irmãs e esse foi o assunto inicial da nossa conversa. Elas foram legais e me ajudaram a entrar no contexto atual do mundo bruxo, explicando o básico sobre Hogwarts também.

- E ele está aqui, o garoto que derrotou você-sabe-quem vai estudar com a gente! - a mais velha das morenas falou de forma empolgada com um sorriso enorme no rosto.

- Uma das minhas amigas me disse mais cedo que encontrou com ele no corredor, como será que ele é? - a mais nova perguntou mesmo sabendo que nenhuma de nós saberia a resposta.

Esse tópico permaneceu por um certo tempo, até elas decidirem dar uma volta pelo trem enquanto eu lia, aproveitando um tempo em silêncio. Honestamente, eu não ia gostar de estar na pele desse menino, não só por causa das tragédias na vida dele, mas também pela quantidade de atenção, comentários e teorias sobre ele.

Mas não posso negar, gostaria de conhecê-lo, quem não ficaria curioso depois de tudo que estava sendo comentado?

Pessoas entraram e saíram do vagão onde eu estava sentada e procurei manter uma conversa decente com todas, mas só me mexi realmente quando dois estudantes mais velhos vieram avisar que deveríamos trocar de roupa, pois estávamos chegando. Preferi esperar pois uma multidão apressada de alunos queriam ir primeiro, então acabei sendo uma das últimas a me vestir, porém uma das primeiras a sair.

Durante todo o caminho a vista tinha sido impressionante mas nada tinha me preparado para a visão que tive ao me aproximar do lago, onde deveríamos nos reunir. Tinha escurecido e não estava chovendo, a luz da lua refletia na superfície da água do lago negro como um espelho e quase fiquei triste ao notar que íamos atravessar de barco, pois aquela imagem ficaria embaçada.

Só consegui ver o contorno de um castelo enorme do outro lado mas já era suficiente para comprovar todo o esplendor daquele lugar e por uns segundos fiquei paralisada absorvendo a beleza de tudo à minha volta, até que uma voz me trouxe para a realidade.

- Apenas 4 pessoas em cada barco, crianças! E escolham bem quem vai remar, sem brigas dessa vez - olhei de relance para o homem gigante que falava animadamente com alguns alunos antes de me sentar em um espaço vazio.

Assim que chegamos ao outro lado, nos juntamos em um pequeno montinho nas escadas de entrada do castelo para ouvir uma das professoras. Eu permaneci atrás e em silêncio pois estava prestando atenção, até que vejo alguém passar ao meu lado e um sinto um pé em cima do meu, pisando por vários segundos com força.

- Aiiii! Não está vendo que eu estou aqui?? - falei indignada porém o mais baixo possível olhando para o garoto ruivo ao meu lado.

- Eu...me-me desculpe, eu não te vi - ele respondeu sem nem me olhar direito, seu rosto ficando tão vermelho quanto a cor de seus cabelos.

Pensei em responder mas como a professora ainda estava falando, preferi apenas concordar com a cabeça aceitando as desculpas. Só então percebi que chamei atenção de mais dois alunos, uma menina cacheada que lançava um olhar desaprovador para o ruivo mas sorriu para mim gentilmente e de um outro garoto moreno, que ao notar meu olhar desviou para o outro lado imediatamente.

Não demorou mais de 15 minutos até estarmos dentro daquele salão incrível, em vez de um teto de concreto igual ao lado de fora, logo acima da minha cabeça estava o céu estrelado mais bonito que eu já tive o prazer de ver, com velas flutuantes para completar a visão. Para o meu alívio, não parecia uma coisa comum para a maioria dos primeiranistas, que conversavam baixinho entre si então não fiquei parecendo uma idiota admirando sozinha.

Fomos instruídos a permanecer em uma fila, eu não tinha ideia do que ia acontecer então me distraí olhando para as estrelas, que nunca me pareceram tão alcançáveis até esse momento, eu gostaria de poder ir até lá em cima e tocar ao menos uma, mas seria impossível.

Andamos devagar até parar diante dos outros estudantes, que estavam distribuídos em 4 mesas, meus olhos não saíram do céu iluminado e por consequência, não notei que estava muito perto do menino na minha frente.

Ganhei meu primeiro mico do ano em menos de 10 minutos, porque pisei na capa do garoto à minha frente. Todas as consequências disso passaram muito rápido diante dos meus olhos. Em um segundo eu tinha me desequilibrado e caído, mas essa não é a pior parte. Sem querer eu puxei a capa dele para trás, o garoto se desequilibrou e caiu junto comigo, de costas para mim. Doeu, demais mesmo. Não mais que o peso da minha humilhação e da vergonha, porém ainda sim doeu.

Meu rosto ganhou um tom rosado enquanto eu rezava silenciosamente para ninguém ter reparado, porém não foi isso que aconteceu. Hoje não estava sendo o meu dia de sorte com certeza. Consegui ouvir metade do salão rindo e metade sussurrando, então eu soube com toda certeza que tinha deixado uma grande impressão para as pessoas e uma maior no chão de Hogwarts.

- Desculpe.. eu estava distraída - falei o mais baixo possível olhando para o teto e novamente para ele.

Ele não me olhou por mais de 2 segundos antes de desviar o olhar para aquela mesma direção e voltar novamente para mim. Seu aceno foi mínimo mas perceptível e logo se levantou, coisa que eu havia me esquecido de fazer naqueles poucos segundos.

O que me surpreendeu mais do que qualquer coisa nesse último mês foi a sua mão estendida para me ajudar, não demorei para aceitar a ajuda e assim me levantei e arrumei as minhas vestes tentando não demonstrar choque. Esse foi um ato de gentileza que eu não poderia esperar dos meus irmãos, considerando como ficariam irritados numa situação dessas, mas além da vergonha, não consegui ver um pingo de raiva em seus olhos verdes.

- Me desculpa mesmo… - falei mais uma vez, alto o suficiente para que apenas ele me escutasse.

O diretor tinha chamado atenção de todos, então a maioria tinha parado de rir, embora aquele ruivo de antes, faltava rolar no chão de tanto rir mas que parou logo depois do mini soco que o moreno deu nele.

- Tudo bem, será só mais um motivo para as pessoas falarem de mim pelas costas - ele me deu mais um pequeno sorriso de lado mas o seu tom não era dos mais felizes.

- E porquê?? Eu te vi antes mas não tive tempo de perguntar o seu nome - perguntei curiosa pois não tinha conhecido ninguém importante no mundo mágico até então.

Antes que ele pudesse me responder, os nomes começaram a ser chamados e as crianças caminhavam até o banquinho, onde o chapéu era colocado em suas cabeças. Depois disso ele não me respondeu, ninguém mais teve coragem de dizer uma palavra pois estavam muito ansiosos para chegar sua vez e também curiosos, assim como eu, para saber qual casa o famoso Harry Potter iria.

- Potter, Harry - convocou a professor com uma expressão séria porém serena e com um brilho diferente no olhar.

A partir daí os sussurros não tão baixos dos estudantes recomeçaram e eu, que já estava na mesa da Lufa-Lufa, só pude ficar surpresa ao notar que o menino com que eu arrastei para a minha vergonha, na verdade era o próprio Harry. Não tive coragem de encará-lo por mais de 5 segundos, novamente a vergonha me consumiu ao notar o tamanho do vexame que eu paguei.

Só voltei a olhá-lo quando a mesa da Grifinória irradiou em vivas e risadas assim que ele foi sorteado para lá e então nossos olhares se cruzaram pela última vez naquela noite.

Baile de Inverno|| Harry Potter

Par: Fred Weasley x Você//Harry Potter x Você

Sumário: Faz um ano que você tem um crush enorme em Fred Weasley, mas nunca teve coragem de confessar isso para o ruivo. O que vai mudar quando o Baile de Inverno acontecer em Hogwarts? 

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  O quinto ano de Hogwarts não poderia estar sendo mais confuso e maluco, as estudantes de Beauxbatons  e os estudantes de Durmstrang tinham acabado de se acomodar no Salão Principal, quando o diretor fez o anúncio que ia ser a alegria/desespero de todas as garotas. Isso mesmo, sem meio termo. 

- Junto ao Torneio Tribruxo, também acontecerá o Baile de Inverno, assim como está na tradição - ele disse calmamente como sempre, com um sorriso no rosto. 

 A professora McGonagall explicou os detalhes mas minha mente já estava longe, obviamente o meu caso é de desespero, não por falta de confiança mas sim de oportunidades. Só tinha um garoto que eu gostaria de convidar, mas como eu faria isso se nem mais de uma palavra nós já trocamos? Eu não gostaria de ir com um estranho, um amigo no mínimo. 

Eu já tinha 5 anos dentro de Hogwarts, por que não fiz nada ainda? Essa é fácil, dois motivos muito simples. Somos de casas diferentes, eu como uma corvina não tenho muitos amigos grifinórios, infelizmente. É muito cômodo formar um círculo social restrito à própria casa e eu era uma criança tímida, alguém pode me julgar??  

Eu lembro claramente do dia que o vi pela primeira vez, foi o mesmo dia que consegui a minha primeira amiga grifinória. 

 Eu estava caminhando apressada pelas escadas até o primeiro andar, onde fica a biblioteca. Não seria surpresa para ninguém mas dessa vez era mais urgente, faltavam duas semanas para a época de provas do 4º ano e eu não me sentia pronta para a prova de Aritmancia. 

Mal tinha colocado os pés no corredor quando ouço duas vozes empolgadas conversando, não precisei olhar mais de uma vez para saber quem eram. Os gêmeos Weasley tinham formado sua própria fama rapidamente em Hogwarts, os únicos que não gostavam deles eram os alvos de suas brincadeiras, ainda não tive esse azar, e provavelmente seus adversários da Sonserina.

Era a primeira vez que tive chance de vê-los sem uma roda de pessoas ao redor querendo comprar seus produtos limitados ou seus próprios amigos por perto, e eu não imaginei o que esse pequeno momento iria causar em mim.

Embora fossem idênticos, um em específico tinha me chamado atenção. Eu não sabia dizer qual era o nome dele e nem tive tempo de perguntar, pois eles passaram andando para outro corredor, oposto a onde eu estava. 

Foi o sorriso caloroso dele e os olhos brilhantes, que me encantaram naquele momento e mesmo que nenhum dos dois tenha sido para mim, não consegui esquecer e eu tentei. 

Mais tarde naquele dia, eu tentava achar um livro específico de Aritmancia quando reparei em Angelina , grifinória e um ano mais velha do que eu. Difícil não reconhecer já que ela também é popular, estando no time de quadribol mas nunca nos falamos realmente, até esse momento. 

- Você está no 5º ano?? Eu nunca te vi em nenhuma das aulas - me lembro dela dizer olhando para minha mão, na qual eu carregava um livro de poções avançado.

- Ah não, eu gosto de adiantar algumas matérias quando acabo de estudar - respondi tranquilamente com um pequeno sorriso enquanto pegava meu livro, bem ao lado da cabeça dela. 

- Então você é boa em poções? - ela perguntou me olhando e eu apenas concordei com um aceno antes dela continuar - e você poderia me dar uma ajudinha?? É um pouco difícil prestar atenção com Fred e Jorge lá - ela completou com uma risadinha, como se lembrasse de algo. 

A partir daí nos encontrávamos na biblioteca quando não tinham treinos e durante essas duas semanas nos aproximamos bastante, mas não ao ponto de misturarmos nossos círculos sociais e sairmos todos juntos. 

 Me virei para encarar Angelina, que mesmo estando distante encontrou meu olhar e sorriu, ela sabia que eu sentia alguma coisa por Fred Weasley mas nunca disse o quão profundo esses sentimentos eram ou ela já teria dado um jeito de me ajudar há muito bem atrás. 

Reparei que ela fez um dos sinais que inventamos para nos comunicar, aquele quis dizer que íamos conversar mais tarde no meu dormitório e eu apenas assenti antes de começar a comer. Pena que eu não notei ter chamado a atenção de um certo ruivo, por causa da minha conversa silenciosa com a garota.

Nos meses que se seguiram, por causa do nome do Harry ter saído no Cálice de Fogo e a primeira prova estar por perto, o clima ficou extremamente tenso dentro da escola e a animosidade com o baile esfriou. As pessoas comentavam todo tipo de absurdo e eu fazia o que podia quando algo desse tipo acontecia na minha presença, porque me incomodava muito. A escola toda estava contra o Harry, basicamente e eu tinha deixado claro que aquilo era ridículo, mesmo não conhecendo o garoto direito. 

Por causa disso, acabei me afastando de alguns amigos que discordavam de mim e achavam que Potter queria chamar atenção mais uma vez, mas a parte boa é que acabei passando muito mais tempo com Angelina no Salão Comunal da Grifinória, ela sempre me dizia a senha embora a mulher gorda não gostasse tanto assim. 

Hoje é sábado e um desses dias, saí cedo do meu dormitório pois não tinha nada para estudar e caminhei sem pressa pelos corredores praticamente vazios. Parece que é uma regra, os adolescentes não saem antes das 9 da manhã da cama. Vi a garota sozinha no meio da mesa da Grifinória então caminhei direto para lá, me sentando ao seu lado. 

- Bom dia Angie - cumprimentei com um sorriso animado enquanto dava uma olhada na mesa já cheia  

- Sonhou com os 10 N.O.M.S hoje, é? - ela sorriu para mim antes de completar - ou foi com um certo alguém? 

Senti o meu rosto esquentar enquanto ela ria da minha cara, as manhãs em que estamos de bom humor geralmente começa com essas provocações matinais e depois seguimos para o mesmo tópico…

- Quando você vai convidar o Fred para o baile? Você sabe que em relação a perceber sentimentos, ele é lento - ela insistiu assim como em todos os dias que eu fizesse alguma coisa.

- Ele já deve ter sido convidado uma hora dessas, falta quase um mês - dei a minha resposta mais comum a ela, em alguns dias eu dizia que iria convidá-lo, mas isso nunca aconteceu. 

- Ele está disponível ainda mas em algum momento não vai estar mais! Você realmente quer ver ele dançando com outra garota? - ela me olhou desafiadoramente mesmo sabendo a resposta.

- Se eu prometer que dessa vez eu vou chamar ele para ir comigo, você me deixa comer em paz?? - eu perguntei segurando o olhar dela e recebi um sorriso satisfeito em troca. 

 Às vezes nem eu compreendia o porquê de toda essa enrolação, em alguns momentos eu só queria poder confessar os meus sentimentos e se eu fosse rejeitada, só ia seguir em frente. Mas então eu chegava perto dele e não conseguia, ao menos assim eu tinha esperança. A grifinória em mim vai ter a coragem hoje, graças a Angelina e a minha promessa idiota. 

Aos poucos os alunos foram chegando e entre eles estavam nossos amigos. Alicia Spinnet, Dino Thomas, Olívio Wood e Lino Jordan. Logo desceu o trio, Harry, Hermione e Ron e em seguida, Fred e Jorge com o bom humor de sempre. 

- Bom dia garotas - os dois piscaram para nós ao mesmo tempo com um sorriso de quem acabou de aprontar.

- Bom dia - respondemos juntas mas com reações diferentes, Alícia simplesmente ignorou, eu me controlei para não ficar vermelha e Angelina só sorriu mais.

Fred sentou duas cadeiras para a esquerda à minha frente e Jorge ao lado dele, não tinha jeito algum de falar com ele durante o café da manhã e eu agradeci por isso, mas me arrependi logo depois.  

- E você não virou homem ainda para chamar alguém, Ron?? - ouvi a voz nada discreta de Fred falar, interrompendo a minha conversa com Lino.

Obviamente todos ali viraram para prestar atenção, a implicância entre eles sempre era algo divertido, principalmente pela manhã. 

- Você não tem um par também, cadê a SUA coragem Fred? Está com medo de levar um não?? - eu nunca tinha visto Ronald Weasley com um sorriso tão satisfeito no rosto e nem uma expressão tão indignada no mais velho. 

- Eu vou te mostrar a coragem, olhe e aprenda Roniquinho - ele tinha feito questão de se levantar e prendi minha respiração ao vê-lo olhar na minha direção, não podia ser...

- Ei Johnson, quer ir ao Baile de Inverno comigo? - ele perguntou tranquilamente, sem perceber as minhas expectativas e um pedaço do meu coração se quebrando.

Ela respondeu que sim depois de me olhar rapidamente, eu não me importei dela aceitar. Eles são amigos e eu já sabia que ela queria ir com Jorge, por isso não tinha aceitado nenhum convite até agora. Eu já tinha pensado em como ia ser se essa situação acontecesse, na minha cabeça foi bem pior. 

Os próximos dias seguiram com poucas mudanças em relação a Fred, em todos os momentos se eu pudesse evitá-lo, eu evitava. Não por raiva ou qualquer coisa do tipo, eu queria tirar o meu foco dele. Eu tinha recusado 2 convites porque não tinha me imaginado com outro cara, e isso ia acabar. 

Eu e Alícia tínhamos acabado de voltar de Londres, fomos olhar algumas opções novas de vestidos, pois muitas meninas iriam às lojas bruxas por perto. Mal pisamos no Salão Principal quando Hermione passou furiosa e um tanto chateada, nem nos cumprimentou como sempre fazia.

- O que vocês fizeram para deixar ela tão aborrecida?? - perguntei encarando Harry e depois Ron, antes de me sentar ao lado de Harry.

- Eu só disse que ela poderia acompanhar um de nós - explicou o ruivo enquanto devorava a comida no seu prato.

- Agora? Falta um mês, eu também teria ficado brava - ambos me olharam sem entender e eu tive que respirar bem fundo - vocês não entendem nada sobre garotas, não é?

- Ela se sentiu a última opção, ninguém ia gostar de se sentir assim, é óbvio, deveriam ter convidado ela muito antes - Ali respondeu sem paciência, enquanto a realização pareceu atingir o rosto deles. 

O ruivo pareceu refletir por 3 segundos antes de voltar a comer como se nada tivesse acontecido, então sobrou apenas nós três para conversar.  

- E o seu par Harry? A Mcgonagall vai surtar se você tiver sozinho para abrir o Baile - comentei enquanto pega um pouco de sopa para mim. 

- Eu não achei a garota certa ainda… - ele respondeu um pouco desconfortável e olhou para o lado como se tivesse lembrado de alguma coisa. 

- Não querendo me intrometer, mas já me intrometendo, vocês podiam ir juntos. Apenas como amigos - ela completou assim que viu o garoto nos olhar petrificado mas relaxou logo em seguida.

- Não tem problema para mim, eu estava pensando em não ir, mas assim ao menos poderia ser divertido - eu falei com um pequeno sorriso e ele concordou com a cabeça. 

 Pelo resto do mês, eu acabei ficando mais próxima dele e consequentemente do casal mais insuportável que já existiu. Eu adoro a Hermione e o Ron, mas como duas pessoas conseguem ser tão teimosas? Eu não sei, é um mistério mas ao mesmo tempo, foi um bom entretenimento e eu consegui me desligar dos meus sentimentos por Fred. 

Estava chegando perto do horário de começar o Baile e eu mal tinha parado para pensar que ia ser obrigada a lidar com Angelina e Fred dançando juntos, mesmo que eu jamais tivesse tido ciúmes dos dois antes, a cena não me parecia agradável. 

Dei uma última olhada no espelho, escolhi um vestido de veludo vermelho, longo, com mangas e uma fenda até altura da minha coxa e que definia o meu corpo na medida certa. Eu estava me sentindo incrivelmente bonita do jeito que eu estava e nada podia acabar com o meu bom humor, nem o meu crush não correspondido. 

Combinei de encontrar meus amigos perto da escada e lá estavam eles, Hermione com um vestido rosa conversando com Vítor Krum mais afastada, Ron estava para explodir a qualquer momento e Harry como sempre, parecia tentar achar uma desculpa para sair dali e eu preferi ajudar nisso. 

- Oie meninos - eu disse tranquilamente parada no primeiro degrau da escada e eles como estavam de costas para mim, deram um pulo de susto e não consegui segurar a risada.

- Você não pode chegar assim e assustar os outros, eu quase tive um ataque… - o ruivo colocou a mão no coração dramaticamente, parece que o ódio se esvaiu também.

- Todo mundo vai descer pela escada, vocês deveriam estar fofocando em um lugar mais discreto. É sobre a Hermione de novo, né? - perguntei na maior cara de pau sem ligar para as reclamações sobre o meu comentário. 

- E por que eu ia perder meu tempo falando de uma traidora?? - o rosto dele foi de branco para vermelho em poucos segundos, parece que a raiva tinha retornado.

- Eu só sei de uma coisa, não podemos nos atrasar, né Harry?? Aliás preciso falar com você rapidinho - nem deixei que ele concordasse e puxei seu braço para um canto sem ninguém. 

- Alguma coisa aconteceu? - ele disse enquanto ajeitava o seu óculos e eu só neguei com um sorriso, deixando ele ainda mais confuso. 

- Eu só queria te dar uma folga do furacão Ronald Weasley mas se você quiser voltar para lá, não me importo - eu disse desviando o olhar dele para trás do seu ombro e lá estava, uma imagem clara do ruivo brigando com uma aluna inocente.

- Na verdade, alguns minutos sem ter que ouvir as grosserias dele é ótimo, não que ele seja um amigo ruim, mas às vezes é um pouco...demais  - ele respondeu com um pequeno sorriso de agradecimento.  

Ficamos conversando por mais alguns minutos antes da Mcgonagall anunciar oficialmente o começo da festa, onde nós teríamos que dançar primeiro. Tínhamos ensaiado algumas vezes, então não passamos tanta vergonha, embora a minha vontade fosse de rir com as lembranças que me vieram à cabeça e pude ver o mesmo nos olhos de Harry. 

Depois desse momento, os outros campeões também dançaram com suas parceiras e em seguida, a festa realmente começou. Eu preferi evitar dançar além do necessário, pois isso sim seria vergonhoso mas não significa que não aproveitei. 

Eu estava sentada em uma mesa com Harry e Ron porque aparentemente o par dele não estava muito feliz, mas resolvi não entrar nesse assunto. Até que vejo Angie se aproximar e colocar a mão no meu ombro descoberto.

- Podemos conversar por um momento?? - ela disse e pela sua expressão, parecia ser importante. 

 Confirmei com a cabeça e como os dois continuatam conversando entre si, preferi não interromper e só fui com a mais velha até um canto com menos gente. 

- Aconteceu alguma coisa? - perguntei calmamente e notei que ela olhou para a direção onde Fred e Jorge estavam com mais uma garota.

- Sim, eu já sabia que seria uma bagunça completa, já que você queria vir com uma pessoa e eu com outra, mas eu acho que tem como consertar a tempo - ela contou voltando a me olhar.

- Eu não sei Angie, só com um vira-tempo e um pouco de sorte, daí eu conseguiria chamar ele para vir comigo. 

- Foi errado mas eu acabei de ouvir ele comentando uma coisa com o Jorge, que deveria ter pensado melhor e te convidado. Eu já estava reparando faz um tempo, eu tinha quase certeza que ele gostava de você e eu acabei de ter a prova - ela disse com um pequeno sorriso e logo em seguida pegou a minha mão e continuou - não quero ver vocês dois sofrendo atoa.

 Eu mal sabia o que responder então preferi demonstrar da melhor forma que eu consegui, ou seja, com um abraço mesmo não sendo muito de abraços na maior parte do tempo. 

- Obrigada por ter me contado mas acho que eu vou ser obrigada a roubar o seu par agora - respondi com um pequeno sorriso e me afastei dela novamente. 

- Algum dia eu te perdoo por isso, mas essa conversa fica para depois - ela piscou para mim e se afastou para o outro lado da festa. 

 Respirei fundo e assim que voltei a olhar na direção onde os gêmeos estavam conversando, percebi que já não tinha ninguém ali e não pude deixar de ficar decepcionada. 

- Me procurando, amor?? - uma voz muito conhecida por mim falou, numa distância mínima das minhas costas e eu imediatamente me virei.

- Na verdade sim, mas você veio até aqui, então deve ser importante - respondi com um sorriso sem me deixar abalar pela sua proximidade, já que não era incomum da parte dele tentar me deixar frustrada com esse tipo de provocação.

- Desde quando algo que eu tenho para dizer não é importante?? - ele falou com uma voz indignada mas seu sorriso o denunciou - vamos dar uma volta, o que acha? Aqui está muito cheio -  ele disse e logo segurou a minha mão, como eu poderia recusar um pedido desses? 

 Eu apenas concordei com um aceno e então saímos do Salão, caminhamos, ainda de mãos dadas, até o jardim. Tenho certeza que isso não deixou de passar pelos olhos atentos dos meus amigos, mas não era de pensar nisso. 

- Eu sei que nos conhecemos de verdade apenas esse ano - ele começou a falar e então parou de andar - mas eu realmente comecei a gostar muito de você - sua voz mais suave e até um pouco incerta. 

- Claro que sim, viramos todos amigos rápido - respondi com um sorriso satisfeito, talvez fosse maldade mas eu estava adorando esse momento e não queria que acabasse tão rápido.

 Ele olhou para o lado e respirou fundo antes de voltar a me encarar nos olhos com uma expressão mais leve.

- Está se divertindo, não é? É bem engraçado, não é? - ele perguntou e pude ver seus olhos brilharem, o tipo de brilho que aparece quando ele acaba de fazer uma pegadinha. 

- Sim, eu estou. Como eu poderia não estar quando deixei Fred Flertador Weasley frustrado? - eu respondi segurando a vontade que estava de rir, pela situação e pelo novo apelido que inventei. 

- Eu tive uma ideia muito mais divertida amor, você vai gostar - ele disse com confiança.

 Antes que eu pudesse perguntar o que era, uma das suas mãos encontraram o meu rosto e a outra minha cintura, me puxando mais para perto. Um segundo depois estávamos dando nosso primeiro beijo, o primeiro de muitos que estavam por vir. 

Helpless||Harry Potter

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Summary: You are one of the students of the Beauxbatons commission and like the others you are determined to win the Triwizard Tournament but instead of the Goblet of Fire, you ended this season at Hogwarts with something better . 

Word Count: 2,0 k  

N / A: This story is based on the Helpless of the musical Hamilton and if you want, I recommend listening to the song along with the lyrics.

Part II 

Ooh, I do, I do, I do, I do (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Hey! Ooh, I do, I do, I do, I do (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

 I have come to be known for some characteristics over the years. For most of my colleagues, determination and patience, but for my family and especially my sister, I was always going to be a hopeless romantic. 

But then we heard about the Tournament and I would have to concentrate fully if my name came out of the Goblet of Fire, so I decided to leave this side of me in France. But that change did not last more than a few hours. 

Boy, you got me helpless

Look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit

 We were all sitting at the Ravenclaw table while the director finished announcing the Triwizard Tournament formalities and I couldn't be paying any less attention. From the moment I entered that room, a pair of bright brown eyes caught my eye. I couldn't help noticing the incredible amount of redheads on one table, but only one of them left me with a different feeling that I didn't know until now. 

Of course, I didn't spend much time looking. My goal here is very specific, I would not have time for distractions as my name could be called up tomorrow. 

- Of course, to travel to a swamp on the other side of the world, you're going to have to give up putting your name in the cup, right? - my sister asked in an irritated tone of voice and I had no idea why or what she was saying.

- Oh sure, I think it's a great idea, sis - I replied with a smile as I looked back at the director, but he was no longer standing - has he finished? Has he talked about the Yule Ball too?? - I asked, looking back at the older one. 

- Yes, why are you acting like this? Eat a little, I think the trip didn't do you much good - she replied with a worried tone, leaving the anger aside. 

I agreed to a nod and concentrated on the French food that had been kindly prepared for our arrival, but my eyes kept looking back at the table where he was one last time. 

I'm helpless

Down for the count, and I'm drownin 'in' on

 The next day, during the morning there was a circle of students around the Goblet of Fire but as soon as we arrived, they made room and then each one of us put the paper with our name in there. I chose to be the last in line, because I was in no hurry and for a single reason. He was there again. 

The same eyes, but now I could see more closely and without having to worry because it was not in my direction that they were. The boy was having a lively conversation with some other students and his own twin. 

After my turn passed, I walked over to where a friend was standing because I also wanted to see the rest of the competition, that's not exactly what happened. 

I admit it was a funny scene to see the two of them being thrown two meters out of that circle but at the same time, I was a little worried. 

I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight

We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night

 After a few months, we were finally at that ball that promised to be one of the best events of the year and perhaps the decade at Hogwarts. A lot of things changed in the meantime, the first was that I wouldn’t be the champion but I was vehemently rooting for Fleur, the second thing is that a minor had entered the competition and that turned this castle upside down and finally, I had managed to get close to that redhead. To be fair, me and Alexia. We both agreed that only an idiot would voluntarily sign up as a minor, this caught the attention of Harry Potter's friends and himself. 

In fact I learned his name, it's George, it's easy to tell when I can see his face. From the back, I don't have much of a guarantee and it's hard to see them standing still somewhere, so it's even more difficult for me that way. 

Laughin 'at my sister as she's dazzling the room

Then you walked in and my heart went, "Boom!"

 I had been invited by some boys before accepting to come with a student from Durmstrang, I confess that I hoped to be invited by George but I preferred not to risk waiting. 

I looked for my sister with my eyes and it was not difficult to find her, she was dancing with her own partner in the middle of the dance floor, impossible not to notice. They were even a beautiful couple, but I knew she was interested in someone else, I just didn't know who. Just as I hadn't told her about my feelings yet. 

My attention changed completely when I saw the door to the Great Hall open and the unaccompanied Weasley twins came in. My heart stopped for a second and I could feel it beat faster, some questions crossed my mind. I hadn't seen them before, did they come alone? Hope had returned. 

Tryin 'to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom

Everybody's dancin' and the band's top volume

 The slow song was over but I only noticed it when I saw the girl in front of me and then I smiled, trying not to lose sight of George but didn't go like that, since I was on the other side of the dance floor. 

- You were having fun out there, weren’t you?? - I asked with a smile, giving up looking over her shoulder, so I just focused on her face. 

- Yes, and where is your partner? You should be having fun too - she replied leaning against the wall beside me. 

- He said he was going to talk to his friends but so far he hasn't returned - I couldn't hide my indifference, because I never had to hide anything with her.  

Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine

Grab my sister and whisper: Yo, this one's mine

- I know he wasn't your first choice, so who is it? I’m willing to know - his gaze left me and scanned the party full of people, looking for who could be right for me. 

- I wanted to make sure he was interested in me before I told you. It's George, from the first moment we arrived here for the first time - I didn't try to hide my smile or my passionate look when I finally found the redhead again. 

My sister made her way across the room to you (ooh)

And I got nervous thinking

"What's she gonna do?" (Ooh)

 In a moment, she was beside me with an expression I didn't recognize and a second later the brunette was walking towards the other side of the dancefloor. 

- Alexia, what are you going to do… - I didn't even try to speak out loud, because the music was incredibly loud for anyone but me to hear. 

To my horror, she walked towards the Weasleys and I

paralyzed. One of my sister's characteristics comes down to doing basically everything for me, I already knew that nothing bad could be in her intentions but that didn't relieve my nervousness. 

She grabs you by the arm

I'm thinkin ', "I'm through" (ooh)

Then you look back at me

And suddenly I'm helpless

 I couldn't look away even though I looked crazy to those outside, so the two stepped aside a few meters and I could hear my heartbeat increasing by the second. 

Would I like to be able to hear them? Certainly, but before I could think better about it. He looked directly at me. 

Oh, look at those eyes (look into your eyes)

And the sky's the limit

I'm helpless (I know)

Down for the count and I'm drownin '

Helpless (I am so into you)

 Few things in life have left me so nervous as that moment when George Weasley was walking towards me, with that smile on his face, the kind of smile I hadn't seen yet but perfectly matched his features. 

She accompanied him halfway and winked at me before returning to the dancefloor. I didn't know what to expect but I would thank her forever, if that was what my hopeless heart was telling me. 

Look into your eyes (I am so into you)

And the sky's the limit

I'm helpless

I know I'm down for the count

And I'm drownin 'in' in

 The night ended perfectly and I almost felt like it was fate, because his partner ended up dancing with my partner. So they didn't even care for a second about being "abandoned", not that I was going to let this opportunity just slip through my fingers. 

He was cute and kind, we danced and talked a little bit alone before going back to our friends. 

But this time it was different because we were never so close to each other, I couldn't help but notice his arm around my shoulder, making me stay even closer to him. 

That was my signal, the signal that this night meant something more to him too. 

One week later

I'm writin 'a letter nightly

Now my life gets better, every letter that you write me

 A week later, I had come to Paris with Ale to spend the Christmas holiday with our parents, but it didn't mean that we would lose contact. At that point it was past midnight when I was replying the letter I just received. 

The owl that brought it was barely able to flap its wings when it arrived here and as it was freezing outside, I left it in the cage with mine to rest. She drank some water and practically passed out, poor thing. 

- As I was saying, he really cares about you. Who wouldn't want someone like that? - she said after reading the letter I received. 

- You will find one of these soon, there is a whole group of boys waiting for the chance of their lives to show you that - I replied with a smile while thinking of the right words to answer, everything had to be extremely perfect.  

Laughin 'at my sister 'cause she wants to form a harem

I'm just sayin ', if you really loved me, you would share him

Ha!

- Yes, but still, it is not enough - she replied pouting but then smiled as if an idea had crossed her mind - we shared everything, why not that too? - She completed folding the letter and I just laughed. 

- That's the only thing we can't share in this life and you're too jealous to share someone - I replied laughing even more at the expression she made. 

- I'm going to sleep, just don't take too long to answer this letter, ok? Tomorrow we will all go out together, in case your little head has forgotten - she gave me one last hug before leaving, but I noticed that the light in her room was on for a while longer.

 Many other things happened afterwards, but my hand is hurting and my ink is running out, so I'll leave the rest for later, ok? I promise don't keep you waiting to know what's happens next. See you tomorrow, dear diary. 

Harry Potter Masterlist

Tetrachromat ||Harry Potter

Pairing: Cedrico Diggory x Reader // Hermione Granger x Reader

Summary: In a world where you can see 100 million different shades, every day means a new discovery. But among so many, you find something completely different in someone

Word Count: 2,6k

N / A:  tetrachromatism or tetracromacia comes from the mixture of two words of Greekorigin,"tetra" means "four" and "Chroma" which means "color". A tetrachromat person has 4 cell cones, instead of 3 which is more common, and this makes him sensitive to a wider color spectrum. 

Part II

 I had just come home after a tiring day at work, when I came across a scene that I hadn't seen in a long time. There was a brown owl on the steps of my house, I looked around and then walked over to it, took the letter that was tied to one of its legs, and a few seconds later I saw it flying across the London sky back to Hermione, after all there is no one but her that I know in the Wizarding World. As she was waiting for me there for a long time, I'm sure my parents haven't arrived yet, as they would have let her in. 

I left my bag on the sofa and sat down to read it immediately, I hadn't heard from her in over a year and sometimes I feared the worst had happened. The last thing I received was a warning, she had told me that she couldn't get in touch because she had an important mission to do and that when it was over, we could talk again. 

“Dear friend, 

It has been a week since the war ended, the Wizarding World is turned upside down but we are at peace and rebuilding ourselves now. I'm sending this letter to let you know that I'm going to visit my parents' house in a few days and I would like to see you too. After lunch next Saturday it seems like a good time. 

I have more things to tell you than I can put into words, I would also like to ask you a favor, but we can resolve this later. 

 With love, Hermione. ”

This visit was only the first of many. We talked as far as she could tell me, some issues were still sensitive and very recent and I obviously respected that, but even without many details, knowing the things that happened was difficult to process and she also respected that. 

We started seeing each other more than once a week, my parents managed to help locate Hermione's parents very easily, since our families have been neighbors and close friends for a long time. That was the favor she asked for and I immediately agreed. 

Over the course of two months, things were returning to their proper place and I had been officially invited by the brunette to visit their version of London and of course, I accepted. I was looking forward to that day, in the last letter I received, she told me that she would like to introduce Harry and Ronald, her boyfriend, to me. It is strange to think that I had heard everything about them, literally everything that happened at Hogwarts I knew from letters, but that we never actually talked. 

On the day that the visit was finally going to happen, I was more nervous than I had imagined. At 9 am, I was just getting ready when I heard a huge noise in the living room and for a few seconds I was scared, until I remembered that the girl warned me that this would happen. 

I could hear my parents' voices downstairs and I didn't even have to worry about hurrying, the only thing that caught my attention were the steps on the wooden stairs and then a light knock on the door. 

- Come in, Mione - I replied calmly, knowing who I was as I finished putting on my boots. 

- It's really impressive how you always guess right - she replied with a smile and came in, sitting next to me. 

- It's not very difficult, nobody in this house really knocks on the door before entering, although I keep complaining about it - we both smiled at my comment and I continued - I thought you were going to bring Harry and Ronald - I commented getting up and she immediately laughed , leaving me confused. 

- It is weird to hear you saying "Ronald" so formally, it seems that you do not know him- she explained to me and I had to laugh too.

- I think so too, but as I don't know him personally, it doesn't feel right to be informal, I can't explain it, but anyway, I'm ready to go. 

 We said goodbye to my parents before apparating to a street with several different stores. We walked a lot and it was nice to see how people were happier after all the terror that happened. 

Many people stopped to talk to Mione, she tried to disguise it but I noticed perfectly how well it did her, as if the whole sacrifice was worth it because no one would have to suffer or be afraid anymore. 

It was only at lunchtime that we met with the others at a restaurant, that I had to insist a lot to go and exchange my money because Hermione wanted to pay, since I was the guest of the day. 

Along the way, I noticed how this London is more normal than I imagined it to be, I have to look closely to see the less drastic differences.

- Is it true that you see different colors from everyone ?? - the redhead asked unable to hold himself and I just laughed at Hermione's indignant expression - Ouch! What? It’s not true? - He put his hand behind his head, where he had been slapped by the brunette next to him.  

 We had come in less than 5 minutes ago, I thought it was going to be a lot more uncomfortable than it really was. Right after the introductions, Ronald asked me that question and I admit that I was a little surprised. I had no idea that Mione talked about me for them. 

- It is true, colors work in a different way for me. Around everything there are colors popping out before my eyes - I tried to explain as easily as I could with a smile. 

- Around people too ?? Around us now, have colors ?? - his eyes sparkled with excitement when I agreed - what do you see around me ?? - he added with interest in his voice. 

- Many shades of red, blue and orange - I said after analyzing him for a few seconds.

- Hey, it reminds me of that book you gave me. The psychology of colors - her smile opened immediately when she remembered.

- Psychology? It couldn't have a better word for a title? Nobody in their right mind would read that - Ron leaned back in his chair and Harry's posture changed, as if he expected what was coming. 

- That book has the meaning of each color, I like to think that colors describe people but since you are not interested, I will not say it - the two went from water to wine in a matter of seconds.

- We are interested, how could I not have been told about this before ?? - The brown-eyed boy looked at her as if he had been terribly betrayed. 

- We had bigger concerns Ronald, since the first year you two took me into trouble that could have cost our life or our expulsion - she stared at him seriously and not a trace of remorse stamped his face.

- But you don't regret living all these adventures, right? It was fun at least, most of them - he replied leaning over to her with a wide smile. 

- Well, some choices could be decided much more sensibly, we weren't that much of a child - she said moving away to the side as the other approached - what are you doing, Ronald? - her cheeks burned a light pink. 

- What is the definition of red? - Harry said suddenly, taking my attention from the couple next to me, he looked as comfortable as I did. 

- Well, usually strong emotions. Passion, love, anger .. I see it in all of you, but it is not up to me to point out exactly what it means in each case - I said looking at the three since I received attention from the lovebirds. 

- And do you have proof of that? Is it really true ?? - He asked me again, even more curious. 

- In terms of colors and meanings, yes, but as there are few people with my condition, no researcher has identified the relationship of colors with what is around them. I like to believe it's true, so far it's not wrong and I have tested it several times. 

 We continued talking animatedly, even after our orders arrived. The topic of colors continued until everyone was satisfied with their definitions and then they decided to tell me some mini adventures that they lived together, which I still didn't know about. 

- And after all this episode with the spider, he had the courage to say that they didn't do it wrong, as if my head had almost been eaten by mistake - Ron said with wide eyes while gesturing non-stop. 

 We all laughed but I lost focus on the conversation as soon as two men stopped by our table, clearly father and son or something, due to the clear age difference. Both had friendly smiles on their faces, but the youngest one caught my attention the most. 

I just managed to hear an echo in my head of what the conversation was about, I obviously wasn't looking at him because it would be rude and it's not the kind of thing I would have the courage to do shamelessly. 

- We haven't seen each other in a while, Mr. Diggory, oh by the way, this is a friend of mine - Mione nodded at me and I smiled, just before I introduced myself and they did the same.

 Cedric, it’s his name. I remained distracted by my own thoughts until a tap on the shoulder woke me up, they were no longer there but I could tell they were at a nearby table. 

- Hey, I was talking to you - she said with an expression of indignation and a little bit of concern too - oh, finally back to this planet - she completed it as soon as she got my attention again. 

- What were you going to say, Mione? - I felt my face heat up but I tried to hide it as much as possible, the less attention for this moment of mine the better.

 The brunette decided to leave the questions for later and I thanked her internally for that. After we finished eating, it was just the two of us again since apparently both of the boys had plans for the rest of the day. 

- Did something bother you earlier? You didn't even look at us - I heard her say as we walked out of the restaurant.

- Yes, but you don't have to worry about that, I just needed a few seconds to put my head in place - I hadn't even realized what that could mean until I saw the smile on her face. 

- Was just one "hello" enough for your head to get out of place? Not that I'm judging, that's usually how it was at Hogwarts - her tone was a little bit malicious and I instantly slapped your arm. 

- It was nothing like that, I had never seen anyone or anything with so many colors before. He had a rainbow of colors, I couldn't even process it properly - I used the lowest tone I could, after all we were still in public. 

- Are you sure?? Your vision may have confused him with the whole background -  the rational side spoke first and I shook my head - well, it doesn't seem like a coincidence. Cedric has always been the definition of Hufflepuff, I couldn't think of anyone else who could be a rainbow, literally speaking - her smile returned even more prominent. 

 As a last stop, we went back to Diagon Alley because apparently the desserts there were the best. I was about to find out if this is true or not, when Hermione told me she was going to get a book, which really isn't a surprise to anyone, so I enjoyed my chocolate cake alone, sitting at one of the round pink tables. 

- Hey, I didn't expect to see you here - it definitely wasn't a female voice, so as I looked ahead there he was again. 

- I would go anywhere to have such a good cake - we both smiled and I motioned him to sit on the currently empty chair - and what is your reason? I asked with one eyebrow raised. 

- I'm working as a house elf today, my dad ordered a huge order here and I came to get it - maybe I had paid more attention than necessary to his smile, but who can judge me?

- I don't want to disturb you, it must be important - I tried to be the most sincere in those words, but most of me wanted his presence for a few more minutes. 

- He won't mind waiting longer, I couldn't miss the opportunity to spend a few more minutes with such a beautiful girl - he dared to wink at me. 

 Before I could answer, the cashier who also owns the place came to our table personally and what she said made me blush hard. 

- Hello, your father's order is ready, Mr. Diggory and we also have a special promotion for couples, if you are interested - her smile was loving. 

 Cedric was as speechless as I was, both overflowing with redness in our face and the lady did not seem to understand the situation at all, she brought another menu with options for couples to our table before leaving us alone again. 

- This is not what I expected to happen, but this colorful cake looks really good - I blinked slowly and couldn't resist it, I had to laugh and the confused expression on his face made me laugh even more. 

- That was a very HufflePuff way of dealing with the situation and, by the way, you should try it. It suits you after all - I commented before eating my own cake. 

- Do you study at Hogwarts too? I mean, studied when it wasn’t destroyed. 

- Oh no, I'm not a witch. I know a lot about it ‘cause of Hermione, apparently you're quite popular - again I noticed the pink on his cheeks increase and I must say, it's amusing  to watch. 

- Not quite popular for sure, what else you know about me? - He regained his confident posture and raised an eyebrow in my direction. 

- Not beyond what I have already implied, but I would love to know more if it’s okay for you.

 Where did I get that confidence from? I'm not sure, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity and my attitude seems to have taken him by surprise as much as me. The words disappeared from his mouth as I grinned. 

- Is there a problem Cedric? - I was having more fun than I expected this afternoon. 

- I should have asked you out, but you were faster - he said so seriously frustrated but my only desire is  just to laugh.

- Oh, do you want to go out with me? I meant to get to know each other as friends - he stopped to analyze me and I tried to be serious but before he apologized, I held his hand - I was just kidding, I would love to go out with you - I winked at him before letting go. 

- You are really ... my heart is not going to have a minute of peace from now on, is it? 

- I will try to take it easy on you Diggory, but I don't know if I will be able to do it for long.  

 An hour later I left to look for Hermione with a promise from Cedric, we would meet again next week.

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Helpless II || Harry Potter

Par: George Weasley x Reader

Summary: You are one of the students of the Beauxbatons commission and like the others you are determined to win the Triwizard Tournament but instead of the Goblet of Fire, you ended this season at Hogwarts with something better. 

Word Count: 2,0 k  

N / A: This story is based on the Helpless of the musical Hamilton and if you want, I recommend listening to the song along with the lyrics.

Part I

As I had promised, here I am to tell everything that happened after the first Christmas with George Weasley in my life. 

 After Christmas, we returned to Hogwarts, as we would remain there until the end of the Triwizard Tournament and I couldn't be more excited about the course my life had taken, although it wasn't always easy. 

Our classes continued normally in the huge carriage that brought us and I couldn't even think of my notes falling, especially if it reached my parents' ears that the cause of this had been a boy, they would freak out. But who said George would understand this? 

- I promise we will be back in time for you to finish this boring activity of ... what is it? I do not believe that I am being left aside for a potions essay - he said after straightening himself in the chair next to me, but the false disappointment remained on his face. 

- The longer you continue to distract me, the longer it will take me to finish - I replied calmly without taking my eyes off the parchment and I know very well that it bothered him even more. 

- Okay, I tried to do it the easy way but I have no other choice, Miss Aubert - I looked at him with one eyebrow raised as the redhead stretched his arms. 

I didn't expect him to tickle me and even less that we were going to be expelled from the library because we were getting in the way of “who was really there to study”

- Well, now you have plenty of time, don't you? - He smiled and I had the impression that the entire hall lit up, but that didn't change the fact that I was angry. 

- You are unbelievable George Weasley - I started walking faster through the corridors and I could hear his laughter and his footsteps approaching perfectly. 

- And you're going to have to do better than that to get rid of me, love - I felt your arm around my shoulder and I couldn't help smiling.

  - Love? This is new - I noticed the redness running down his cheeks, this is something I don't see often, so I enjoyed the moment as much as possible - everything alright, love? Is it hot? 

- Let's leave these materials in that mega carriage before we go to Hogsmeade - he took my hand and pulled me out into the garden while I laughed a lot. 

This was one of the best days of our relationship, first because from then on he started calling me love and second, because it was our first date, officially. 

A month later, the entire castle already knew about the new couple of the moment and of course, all the Weasleys who studied there were the first to write it down, after all we didn't try to hide anything from anyone. At least he didn't try. 

I could classify my father as a bit of a protector in the best of circumstances, so I vehemently pleaded with Alexia not to comment on this in any of the letters she sent home, and I thought I had managed to keep this topic away from them. 

Two weeks later

In the living room stressin '

- I'm really sorry, I didn't even realize that I told about you guys... they are downstairs - her eyes overflowed with guilt.

- It’s okay Alexia, it was going to happen eventually but I just didn't expect it to be so soon - I left my boyfriend's warm embrace and walked over to my sister, then hugging her too. 

- There is no reason to worry, if there is one thing that a Weasley does well is to conquer, who would resist this charm? - He pointed to himself with a smug smile and then I knew we would be fine, because I know how determined he can be.

My father's serious look poured cold water in my happiness, I always hated that look. When I was a child and I had done something wrong, he would not say anything to me, he just stared at me and then left me grounded, as if he had been too disappointed to speak. The worst feeling my sister and I ever experience is this, knowing that we disappointed them. 

My father's stone-faced

While you're asking for his blessin’

 We both sat on a relatively distant couch while the redhead took control of the situation. I don't know what my parents expected to find, but I'm sure I saw the surprised expression on my mother’s face. At any moment I thought it would be difficult to win her over and he seemed to realize it too. 

The three of them were seated, I couldn't hear anything they were saying and it was making me more nervous every second. 

- I was thinking, what is the worst thing he can do? You are already of age, they will have to accept - my sister insisted and I would agree but my mind had already wandered to the worst possible options. 

Before I could respond properly, they stopped talking and then George came over to our couch with a calm expression. 

- They want to talk to you now,  family stuff etc. I'm going to wait here, okay? - I got up immediately and felt his hand squeezing mine gently before he sat where I was. 

I'm dying inside as you wine and dine

And I'm tryin 'not to cry

'Cause there's nothing that your mind can't do (ooh)

- Why didn't you tell us, honey? Is there anything else we don't know? We have always given you the freedom to speak freely with us - my mother asked, holding my shoulder gently. 

- Because it was too early for that and because I knew you two were going to exaggerate. Was it really necessary to come here for this? - I was trying my best to contain my frustrations or this conversation would change to an agitated discussion. 

- Of course it was, how would I know if this boy is suitable for my daughter? I don't know his family and I try to maintain a good relationship with all the good families here - both my father's voice and his gaze were firm on me. 

- Love, you are a judge. It's a good sign not to know the Weasleys than to know for a bad reason, isn't it? - and for this and other reasons that I love my mom. 

- Well, I suppose so but.. - he was going to keep thinking about excuses for not approving George at all and we both knew that - but, our train leaves in a few hours and I won't spend more time than necessary here, so let's go ahead - she completed getting up and dad looked at her wordlessly. 

My father makes his way across the room to you (ooh)

I panic for a second, thinking, "We're through" (ooh)

- You're absolutely right and that's exactly what I'm going to do now - he too got up and his walk to my boyfriend passed slowly before my eyes. 

- I don't think it was a good idea to press him like that, he didn't even think about it… - I said more to myself than to the woman next to me, but she heard it anyway. 

- He wouldn't do anything to make you sad on purpose, let's just ... - she immediately stopped talking.

But then he shakes your hand and says, "Be true" (ooh)

And you turn back to me, smiling, and

 I could barely believe what my eyes were seeing, my dad shaking hands with the redhead and smiling, as if it hadn't had no problem at any time. Soon after, my parents said goodbye to us and left. 

- I warned you, there's nothing a Weasley can't do - there were a few moments that I saw him with a smile as big as this one. 

- Well, at least this is over and we can go back to normality - I couldn't help but hug him, very relieved.

- And why were you so worried? Your dad was incredibly reasonable, I was expecting something much worse - his hands were running gently through my hair and I could stay like that all day. 

Helpless

Look into your eyes

And the sky's the limit

I'm helpless

- He sure is, but sometimes he also crosses the line a bit. Aren't your parents like that? - I asked resting my chin on his shoulder. 

- Well, my mom may be a little protective, but she will love you, not as much as I do, but it will be enough - I pulled away so I could analyze his face. 

- And do you love me that much? - I didn't even try to contain my smile while asking this, we hadn't said I love you to each other yet, only indirectly.

- Of course, darling - he came closer to me and kissed me, the kind of kiss that speaks more than a thousand words and I didn't have to struggle to understand each one of them. 

Down for the count (hoo)

And I'm drownin' in 'em

Helpless (that boy is mine)

That boy is mine

- It's still early, there's still time to go to Hogsmeade - he said after giving me one last peck and holding my hand.

- Yes, we can meet the others there too - I turned to ask Alexia to go with us, but she was no longer there, so we were completely alone. 

We walked hand in hand the whole way, it turned out that we only met our group of friends at the end of the day, when Fred, Katie, Lino and Angelina entered the Three Broomsticks and joined our table. 

We took the opportunity to tell what had happened that afternoon. After a few hours had passed, I even thought it was funny and everyone made fun of it except Fred, who decided to boast himself with his brother. 

- If you had chosen the handsome twin, this would not have happened, darling. He would just need to take a look to know he wouldn't have found a better man for his daughter - he winked at me before taking another sip of his butterbeer.  

- With a look he would be sure that you are the definition of a problem, which it’s the 100 reason why I don't regret my decisions - I replied with a smirk as everyone laughed, even himself. 

- You hurt me this time, what a cruel woman you’re dating George - he put his hand on his heart and his expression became the most dramatic I have ever seen in my life. 

- Is it a requirement to be quite dramatic to be part of the family, right? At first I thought it was an English thing but I realized that it's just you - again we all laughed and I felt a strong arm go around my shoulders. 

- Don't worry love, in that case you will definitely be accepted  - he was still laughing and it was my turn to put my hands on my heart, I didn't expect a direct attack from him. 

- George Weasley, who said I’m dramatic ?! - I gave his arm a light slap and completely ignored our friends' laughter and Fred's approving smile as well. 

Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit

I'm helpless (helpless)

Down for the count and I'm drownin 'in em (yeah)

 The rest of the year brought me many moments like this, it also brought some difficult moments because life is not only made from ups but as we were, most of the time, beside each other, even the worst moments became precious memories, which I would keep with all the esteem in the world. 

There are a lot of things that I couldn't say or that I couldn't put into words at the moment, but even so, I hope he knows the change he has made in me. 

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Tetrachromat II || Harry Potter

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader

Summary: How would Cedric react when he discovers your little superpower?  

Word Count: 1,5k

N / A: Tetrachromatism or tetrachromacy comes from the mixture of two words of Greek origin,"tetra"means "four" and "Chroma" which means "color". A tetrachromat person has 4 cell cones, instead of 3, which is more common and this makes him sensitive to a wider color spectrum. 

Part I

 It was exactly two weeks ago that Cedric and I were going out, as I worked as a teacher and he was trying to follow his father’s steps at the Ministry, we agreed to meet on the weekends and in the meantime we exchanged several letters. 

Today is a Friday and I was expecting the last father to pick up her daughter so I could lock the classroom and go home. 

- Miss Wright, look at my drawing! It’s you! - The smiling girl got up from the plastic chair and came running excitedly to my table. 

- It is beautiful my love, you will be an incredible artist in the future - I replied with a smile, giving a brief pat on the top of her tiny head before she waddled back to her place. 

I took one last look at the stick pink woman before folding it carefully, but something caught my attention before I put the paper in my folder, it was as if my world had been filled with colors all at once.  

- Cedric? - before I knew it, my legs guided me to the half-open door, where he had knocked a few seconds after I recognized his presence.

My mind passed through a whirlwind of thoughts but my mouth did not open once. 

- I didn't think I was going to surprise you at that point - the sincere smile remained on his face - your father brought me, lucky me that he was home at this time - I could see a different gleam in his eyes when he looked at my dear student. 

She was looking at us since the door opened, her curiosity would not allow her to miss a second of the scene that passed before her eyes. 

- Is that your boyfriend, Miss Wright? He's more handsome than I expected - I felt the redness take over my cheeks and it didn't seem to matter to them. 

- Cedric Diggory at your service, and what's your name, miss? - he said as he approached the round table where the little girl was still seated, and then he held out his hand towards her, leaning about her height.  

- Marie - her little hand found his and her face was not far from mine, his charm could even conquer a stone and worst of all, he was aware of it. 

- It is a pleasure to meet you Marie - he straightened his posture and walked slowly to the nearest wall, decorated with various drawings and activities that we had done during this year, analysing them carefully. 

My agitation was gradually fading and again the silence reigned in the room for a few seconds, someone else was present with a knock on the door. 

- Daddy! - the man’s face lit up when he saw that little ray of sunlight running to embrace him and for a few seconds I witnessed a kind of love that is not found anywhere. 

- Hi my love - he picked her up with only one hand while the other was busy holding a black briefcase with no details - I'm sorry for the delay, Miss Wright, it won't happen twice.

- No problem Mrs. Jones, I understand that sometimes work is really complicated. Have a nice day and see you tomorrow Marie - I waved and the last thing I saw was her little hands waving back before the door was closed. 

I noticed a movement behind me and then I remembered that I was not alone as usual, when I turned around I found Cedric sitting in my chair, dedicating his attention to the drawing in his hands. 

- You forgot to mention that you worked with extremely adorable children - he didn't look up to speak to me, still focused on the paper.

- I am quite sure that I wrote this at some point, although most of the time it is the complete opposite. You were lucky today - I replied calmly approaching him with a small smile. 

- Does this mean that I should come again ?? - his hands went around my waist and brought me closer to him, even though he was still sitting on the chair. 

- Hmmm, considering that the whole class will end up knowing that anyway, why not? You didn't tell me you were good with children - I said as my fingers roamed through his locks.

- I didn't know it myself, it seems that it is a new talent discovered. You can make me your assistant any of these days - his expression was calm and satisfied, at a point I hadn't seen yet.      

- I'm going to think of a way for the coordinator don't deny this idea, but for now, we have to go Ced - I spoke seriously but I didn't try to get out of that hug, which is one of the best hugs I ever had the chance to receive. 

- Doesn't someone have to come clean before that? - His voice was muffled because his face was pressed against my belly while his arms remained firm around me. 

- The class is spotless, so it's not necessary, but I'll only be able to move if you let me go… Cedric! - I laughed softly as soon as I saw his expression of disappointment but he soon let me go. 

It was already around 4 o'clock, the sun was covered by clouds in the sky and a cool wind gently blew the leaves from the trees. I didn't realize that Cedric had stopped walking, as I was still enjoying the calm until I heard him. 

- How did you know I was at the door? - I turned around with a frown, finally noticing the distance between us.

- What do you mean? - questioning was my first instinct but soon the realization passed through my face, so he had heard me. 

- You guessed it was me at the door, how did you do that? You are not secretly a witch, are you? - his long steps soon reached where I was, his gaze never left my face. 

- Well, I already thought about that possibility but unfortunately not. I was waiting for the moment to tell you that. It's a little difficult to explain ... - Ced remained silent but took my hand.

- I have a rather special feature, not the talent of guessing things, but I see the world in a different way - I took a deep breath before continuing - the colors work differently for people like me.

- And how is this related to the fact that you see through the walls? - the amusement in his voice made me smile.

- I saw your colors first, this is the hard part to explain but basically everything here has color around itself, including both of us - I was unsure of what to expect from him, considering that many people considered me a liar or a freak when I told them this fact about me.  

- Really?? This is like a superpower! Why didn’t you mention it before? This sounds pretty cool - his face went through several emotions at the same time, but none close to what I expected. 

- Well, not many people know about it, I didn't know what your reaction would be - without trying, I was smiling broadly. 

- And what are my colors? It would be quite ironic if one of them is yellow - again his right arm found its way to my shoulders and we started walking again. 

- I've never seen this before, but you're all of them Ced. It was the first thing that caught my attention about you - the surprise on your face was evident and he smirked. 

- All of them? Well, that explains why you barely managed to take your eyes off me when we first met - and then I stopped walking. 

- What?? Certainly not, I remember the exact opposite of that - I crossed my arms looking at him and he had the audacity to laugh

- It is so easy to provoke you, come on missy anger, we have a date to go to - he took my hand and guided me far away from there.  

Later on, while we were eating, this topic returned and I confessed that people's negative reaction had made me extremely insecure and so, whenever possible, I tried to live like a normal person would. 

- You will never be normal but the way you see the world makes you more beautiful in my eyes and in the eyes of those who care about you too. It can be difficult but let's focus on that - he told me with his usual sweet voice and loving eyes. 

And in that moment, for the first time, I completely understood why he was a rainbow to me. 

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All Too Well||Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader/Sirius' Daughter

Summary: The Second Wizard War was over more than a month ago and everybody had scars that might never be fully healed. This is not a new concept for you, you lost everything you once had.

Warnings: The whole thing is really angst

Word Count: 2,2k

A/N: I absolutely loved to write this fic, it is my first request so I'm a bit nervous haha. I hope you all enjoy!

I was used to the pain, both physical and emotional. After a week of Tonks and Lupin's funeral, everything was empty and the pain was numb, I had no hope that this would end anytime soon.

Largo Grimmauld's house had stayed for me, but after everything that happened, I couldn't even think of putting my feet there. To be fair, anywhere I could possibly go would have memories that are too painful to bear, so I rented a room in the Leaky Cauldron until I had an idea of ​​what to do with my life. I just didn't imagine it would take so long for that to happen.

Almost a month after the War was over, I had the willpower to go to the bank, as I was the last Black alive, everything that was in the coffers of those horrible people was now mine and they needed my consent to make the transfer.

To be honest I wish I had set fire to everything but unfortunately I needed money, my savings were almost over but I swore, even as a new millionaire, that I would not use anything more than necessary and that as soon as I had a job, I would return every penny, the minimum to make my father proud.

The next step took a few more days, visiting the abandoned house at Largo Grimmauld. For a few seconds I waited to see Kreacher there, which is really ironic, his bad mood would be the most comforting thing for me at the moment.

The pictures continued to scream, the mess was still in place, nothing new. There was no way I could live there at all, the few months I spent there were only possible because my father was there, Harry was there and obviously Mrs. Weasley's food helped a lot.

I haven't seen her since the Battle of Hogwarts, I knew that no Weasley would be against my visit, after all we were allies and even friends but I couldn't make it. They are dealing with their own losses and I know that He is there too.

He, it’s been a long time since I didn’t think about him or at least I wanted to fool myself thinking so. In the past year nothing has been able to take the eminent worry out of my heart, not for me but for him.

As I looked around the dusty room, I realized the stupid idea I had, here was the climax of my relationship with Harry.

- They would be very proud, you know - I said quietly looking at the brunette in the corner of my eye, he was looking at that picture again - not only because you are fighting as you can but because you are still you, you are still Harry, only Harry.

We were silent for a few seconds until I could see his green eyes staring at me in the pitch of the cold night, with only one lamp on and then he smiled, for how long I didn’t see his eyes shine so brightly?

- I guess only you think so but that's okay, I like just being Harry with you - he took one of my hands and we stayed like that, in silence, a moment of peace and quiet.

I felt an overwhelming urge to cry but I didn't allow myself to. Not after all this time that I was fixing the broken pieces of me. I took a deep breath and looked around, even though I knew there would be no one there, I went upstairs to my room.

Big mistake again, I already knew what would be waiting for me up there.

- Harry, what are you doing here ?? My dad will kill you if he finds out you are in my room! - I was in shock with the little love he had for his own life, since Sirius' room was right next to mine.

- And who said he needs to find out? In fact, we are not doing anything inappropriate, I just… - he didn't want to admit it, but it was always obvious, the dark circles under his eyes gave away his sleepless nights.

The only thing I did was make room on the bed, which was enough to make him smile and lie down with me. We didn't sleep, we just kept talking until the tiredness won us over but even without sleep, I felt that I was helping in some way.

I walked calmly through the room, it was the same way I had left it, the bed untied and the light blue paint already peeling, I opened the closet and started to take some clothes off the hangers.

I was sure that I would return there, that everything would work out, that I could somehow form a home at some point and how wrong I was...

The third step towards my full recovery was one of the most difficult decisions I had to make. Admitting that there was no more space for me in London, that I was alone and I could do nothing about it, that I needed to leave everything behind and start over once and for all.

In the meantime, I often visited that house. I was not ready to let go, even the things I hated the most there, which is basically everything.

The last step was to say goodbye, so I visited Tonks and Lupin’s grave, I also visited Andromeda for the first time and finally met Teddy Lupin. He was adorable as I had imagined, with his mother's colored hair.

I said that I needed to be away for a while and she replied the only thing I didn't expect to hear.

- I understand dear, but know that you can always have a home here with us - her voice gave me a comfort that I didn't know I needed until then.

- I will remember it fondly and I will really come back, I want to be in the life of this little one here, if you let me - and then, her response came with a motherly hug, I couldn't contain myself anymore.

I couldn't take the weight of the pain alone and she didn't say one word until I calmed down. If I wasn’t as broken as I knew I was, I wouldn't have left her house anytime soon.

Apparating in front of the Burrow wasn't the most difficult part, even though I didn't completely master the apparition. I changed my mind at least 10 times before I reached the door and another 5 times before I knocked.

The sky was completely black, but the storm clouds covered the view of the moon and stars, no sound from inside the house was made and so I tried again and waited patiently.

- Y/N… my dear, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? Come in, you must be cold - the red-haired woman was wearing a purple robe and the only change I noticed was her tired eyes and lacking the natural glow inside them.

- I'm sorry for suddenly appearing here Molly, I wanted to say goodbye - I spoke as soon as I entered the room, almost as cold as outside.

- Are you moving dear? You should have warned me before, I could have made you a farewell party - she guided me to the kitchen and I was sure I wouldn't leave without a cup of tea.

I tried to stay as calm as possible, but I couldn't convince my heart to do the same. The sofa, the dining table and even the stairs...

- RONALD WEASLEY COME HERE NOW - the irritated voice of the matriarch echoed across the walls of the house, giving goosebumps to those who were unused, that is, Harry and me.

- It's always like that? - I asked slightly intimidated to the boy with glasses next to me.

- You haven't seen anything yet - said Ron as he passed us on the stairs and went down to face his mother's anger over some mess he had made.

We were 12 years old and I couldn't say that we were close friends, who would be friends with the daughter of a murderous traitor? Why did they invite me? I didn't even remember.

- And where do you want to go? I've heard of several good places to live in the countryside - the smell of tea brought me to reality and then I noticed his gaze under me.

- Well, I'm going to spend some time in the United States - I replied with the confidence that still remained in my body, if it had been in another situation I would have found the expression of surprise on her face really amusing.

We stayed for a few seconds in silence drinking tea until she answered me a little more calmly.

- If you're sure, I can only tell you to take care and keep in touch. I understand that this adaptation period has not been easy for any of us. If that's what you need to heal yourself ... - her face fell a bit and I noticed right away.

- Do you want to hear about the place where I'm staying? - I asked with a small smile and little by little she got excited again.

As I did not want to bother her beyond the point I already was, after the tea we said goodbye with a hug still in the kitchen, when we arrived in the living room we hugged again and I had the same feeling as when I hugged Andromeda earlier. I never had a mother and after so long, it seems that I got two maternal figures who really cared about me.

- Don't forget to send me a lot of pictures, okay? - before I could answer, we both turned around as soon as we heard a noise on the stairs.

There was no one there and even if there was, it would be difficult to distinguish a silhouette in the middle of the darkness formed in that area, but for a few seconds I managed to see an unowned foot before it disappeared.

- I really need to go Molly, can you tell the others that I'll be in touch soon, please? - she confirmed with a smile and I left without giving a second look at that staircase.

Why was he spying and listening to the conversation? My life has been around the actions of Harry Potter for a long time, but it has been years since the direct contact was over, until now. Why now? Why do I have to remember him again? Why do I have to walk around being a shadow of what I once was?

- Can you sit down and talk to me? - His voice sounded irritated for no plausible reason.

- Oh sure, do you want me to sit and listen to all the reasons why you don’t love me anymore? Do you want to put more salt on the wound or what? - my usual sarcasm was multiplied by 1000, even though I knew that Harry hated that.

I didn't wait for an answer and immediately left his empty dormitory towards the Gryffindor common room, which by luck or a lot of planning on his part, was also empty.

- You know that I have strong feelings for you, but not as befor- can you grow a little at least once? - his steps came behind me and I felt his gaze piercing my back, until I couldn't take it anymore and I turned to look at him.

- You already made your point clear yesterday Harry, if you want to break up alright, but I will not be silent hearing about how you fell in love with another girl- and for the first time he did not answer me back - Yeah, do you really think that I wouldn't notice? I was the first to see it, believe it or not. My mistake was to close my eyes and pretend that everything was fine between us.

He found no words to answer me and I was too tired to hear anything else.

- I will return your things and you can feel free to do whatever you want to, our conversation is over.

Some women passed behind me in the bathroom, I knew what was going on in their heads, "what's wrong with her?" or "why is she crying?" but I didn't mind and kept looking straight into that foggy airport mirror.

As soon as the door slammed and I knew I was alone for a few minutes, I closed my eyes and then made a promise to myself.

- I'll be back and I won't even remember why I had to forget you in the first place.

Harry Potter Masterlist

One Shots

Tetrachromat (F)

Tetrachromat Tetrachromat II

In a world where you can see 100 million different shades of color, every day means a new discovery. But among so many, you find something completely different in someone.

One Shots

Helpless (F)

Helpless Helpless II

You are one of the students of the Beauxbatons commission and like the others you are determined to win the Triwizard Tournament but instead of the Goblet of Fire, you ended this season at Hogwarts with something even better.

The bet (F)

You had a normal life at Hogwarts, until the Weasley twins decided they weren't going to leave you alone anymore, and what was the reason? You would give five galleons to anyone who knew the answer. 

Blurbs

More Than Friends (F)

Fred Weasley had been your best friend for 5 years now, little did you know that your feelings for him are reciprocated and destiny will make sure that you'll discover that.

One Shots

Yule Ball (F)

It's been a year since you had a huge crush on Fred Weasley, but you never had the courage to confess it to the redhead. What will change when the Winter Ball takes place at Hogwarts?

The bet (F)

You had a normal life at Hogwarts, until the Weasley twins decided they weren't going to leave you alone anymore, and what was the reason? You would give five galleons to anyone who knew the answer. 

One Shots

The First Meeting (F)

Your life takes a 360º turn when you discover that you are a witch and that you are going to study and live in a world completely different from yours. In the midst of so much change, you meet a boy who is feeling the same.

All Too Well(A)

The Second Wizard War was over more than a month ago, everyone left with scars that might never be fully healed, this is not a new concept for you.

Worth The Pain - Part of the Soulmate series (F/A)

It's been days since your 15° birthday, yet still not a single sign of your soulmate mark, but fate it is not that cruel and have its plans made for you.

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Fred Weasley Masterlist

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George Weasley Masterlist

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Cedric Diggory Masterlist

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Draco Malfoy Masterlist

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Ron Weasley Masterlist coming soon

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