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HP Fic Rec Masterlist

CW: some fics include smut, but from the ones I’ve read, those sections aren’t essential to the plot and when I’ve skipped them the story has still made sense to me:)

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Draco/Harry -

 A little bit confused but not at all surprised by indigospacehopper

When auror-in-training Harry Potter accidentally drinks a truth potion, he’s sent straight to St Mungo’s for their expert potions master to help him. The problem? Draco Malfoy is the expert potions master, and he’s having far too much fun taunting Harry about his problem. However, more sinister things are afoot and whilst Harry and Draco bicker and flirt, dark forces prepare to make their move…

It Started With A Handshake by i_dont_read

One year after the war, Draco Malfoy is fresh out of a three-month term in Azkaban. As part of his parole, he's back at Hogwarts as an eighth year student to finish his studies. All Draco wants to do is lie low and make it out of Hogwarts in one piece, but when he finds that he's forced to room with none other than Harry Potter, that proves to be much more difficult than Draco anticipated. After a particularly eventful detention together, Harry and Draco must reconcile their relationship. What started as a volatile feud eventually becomes something much deeper than either of them could've imagined. The question is, will Draco ever come to terms with his feelings, or will he be left pining forever in secret?

red and green are complimentary colours by ace_0fhearts

After the war Hermione manages to convince Harry to go back to Hogwarts for his eighth year. Expecting an uneventful year of classes and rooming with the other Gryffindor boys, he’s surprised when McGonagall tells him he’ll be sharing a room with Draco Malfoy. Now Harry has to get through a year of arguments and awkward silences. Or he would, if Malfoy would stop ignoring him and moping around the castle alone.

The July Tree by oknowkiss

Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor hail… nor well-meaning friends, nor questionable communication skills, nor seven years of hating each other’s guts can keep Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy from falling in love.

Draco/OC -

The Girl Who Lived by missingnote

A miserable childhood of neglect, Harper Potter needed someone to teach her the ability to love in order to overcome the darkest wizard of all time. She just wasn't expecting that someone to be the guy who taunted her every quidditch match.

Training Wheels by dyiansobrien

In their four years of knowing each other, Draco Malfoy and Amora Buckley have never managed to see eye to eye. However, when the pair are locked in the library overnight together, things start to change between them. And neither of them like it. Throw in Harry Potter's not-so-subtle crush on Amora, the fact that her cousin is Hogwarts' golden boy Cedric Diggory, and that her mother is the Muggle Studies professor and things are bound to get even more complicated...

You Found Me by wildermind54 (one of my fav fics ever)

The epic saga of Guinevere Easton and Draco Malfoy’s romance from their younger years as they struggle with family, growing powers, and growing up.

Choose Me Instead by dreaming_about_fanfictions

Pretending to be in a relationship with Draco Malfoy to get back at your ex might have not been the smartest idea you ever had. Especially now where you should be focusing on your last year of Hogwarts. However, you are just pretending. There's no way in hell you'll actually catch feelings for someone like Malfoy... Right?

TBR:

Draco/Harry -

The Complexities of Us by indigospacehopper

The Dustless Mirrors by sugarplumsenpai

The day you bloomed by Soliblomst

The Silence of Your Love by malfoypolix

there will be time, there will be time by waterwings

Not So Different by Nightstar_Fury

Rules and Rivalries by Taylorisnotcute

Spinning Fouettés by hdbang_mod

As The Tide Pulls by TracingPatterns

Loverboys by corvuscrowned

Protected By Your Love by heartsfromheaven

Harry Potter and the End of the Line by use_it_well

survival is a talent by ShanaStoryteller

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop

Crimson and Clover - A tale in canon by dontthrowsticksatme

Lily's Boy by SomewheresSword

Draco/OC -

Queen of the Night by dragonchallenge

Lover of Mine by unleeshedd

Bruised & Broken // Draco Malfoy by kiiia

Bound by Blood and Mind by CaityBrooklynnn

An Unexpected Ally by hollyjanepeters

I Can't Sleep (D.M. x O.C.) by bruhdawg

Cruel Fates by capricornbaby_0

Harry/OC -

Eyes of Violet by macadoodle1996

𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 by cottonsoxs

to be continued and expanded upon...

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last updated: 23rd january, 2024 newest: evermore latest chapter

rules for requesting: ✮ disclaimer: i do not do smut, i can do dark themes such as stalking, etc. requests are open.

draco malfoy melt your heart genre: d. malfoy x fem!oc. best friends to lovers! slow burn! warnings: bullying, violence, kissing, cursing, very bad editing synopsis: as only first years, they know nothing of what's to come. julianna candy thought everything would be normal for her years at hogwarts, but what with meeting draco malfoy, tagging along adventures with harry potter and learning about her parents' history, she couldn't be more wrong. neville longbottom - none yet. george weasley evermore genre: g. weasley x fem!oc. friends to lovers! warnings: none yet. synopsis: if you can't find some common ground with anyone, even with your own twin sister, it can get pretty lonely. it's a good thing for genesis heath that she finds a boy who understands her completely, even with just a few words. ron weasley - none yet.

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Hogwarts

Synopsis: Like any other, she hopes to have power. Coming from a noble house in the wizarding world, that should've been an obvious privilege but for her, it was exhausting to achieve.

In her first life, she committed a crime that she was unable to fix even until her last breathe. Unfortunately, that followed her to her next life. In this life, she was determined to fix her mistake but it resulted to her being pushed off the edge of death. Finally, on her third life, she could care less about it and wanted to live a peaceful life. However, it seems as though her past have chased her even in this life. 

She is Xing Forest, the unfavored child of time yet loved by people.

Prologue

" Have you ever realized how similar we are? The only reason we have to live on is for power." A gentle voice uttered out into the black night sky.

The man in front of her could only listen without daring to say a word.

Noticing his silence, the women smiled. " That used to be our reason of befriending each other... yet also the reason of us standing here." As she said that, she pointed her wand to the man in front of her.

" Why are you not doing anything?" She muttered out.

" What would you expect me to do?" The man said, body still static.

The woman paused for a moment before laughing out loud, " To be honest with you, I do not know. I’m pathetic, aren't I?"

" You know that it is not true, Xing."

" You think so? If I were not pathetic, we would not be here, Tom."

" You are not!"

" Do not worry, Tom. I shall be as elegant as a slytherin when ending this."

At her words, the man felt his heart clenching. " Xing? What do you want do?"

Xing only smiled, " I am trying to fix my mistake." Her grip on her wand only tightened.

" AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Thinking she was aiming for him, Tom could only shield his eyes. Moments after the spell was incanted, Tom realizes he was still alive. Opening his eyes, was a devastating sight.

" XING!"

Regrets - 1.1

Hogwarts

Synopsis: Like any other, she hopes to have power. Coming from a noble house in the wizarding world, that should've been an obvious privilege but for her, it was exhausting to achieve.

In her first life, she committed a crime that she was unable to fix even until her last breathe. Unfortunately, that followed her to her next life. In this life, she was determined to fix her mistake but it resulted to her being pushed off the edge of death. Finally, on her third life, she could care less about it and wanted to live a peaceful life.

However, it seems as though her past have chased her even in this life.

She is Xing Forest, the unfavored child of time yet loved by people.

Looking out of the window, Xing could hear the birds singing upon the rise of the horizon. As she enjoys the smell of the early morning, she sipped on a cup of tea.

Xing was currently in Nanjing visiting one of the tea stores near the Xuanwu Lake. This may seem like any other ordinary day, but Xing was expecting a particular letter today.

" Yueyue, when do you think the letter will arrive?" Xing strokes her cat's head as it yawns and nibbles her finger. The act made her smile.

Xing was currently on vacation in Nanjing during her summer break. To say that is was relaxing was an understatement, if Xing had the choice of living here permanently, she would have but life was never that giving.

Recently, she fell in love with this little tea shop situated near the Xuanwu lake. The view of the lake from here was simply mesmerizing combined with the early morning mist makes it impossible for Xing to get bored of the scenery.

As she continues to look out into the lake, an owl flew into her view. Expecting it, Yueyue hopped down from Xing's lap to let the girl stand up. Waiting until the owl have dropped off the letter and left, Xing finally picked it up.

Xing smiled at the familiar feel of the letter and the emblem of the wax seal. Gently opening the letter, she took her time to read its content before looking at the cat.

" Yueyue, looks like its not too different from last year but we should still visit Diagon Alley to pick up a few things." A thought suddenly popped into her head. " Ah... should we visit the market for the wizard folks here first?"

As Xing walks through the different vendors selling all sorts of products, Xing realizes how different it is compared to the past--as well as the haggling of prices. Even though it has been a long time, Xing find it amusing of the haggling culture here.

After haggling down the prices of a few items, Xing walked back to her accommodation turning a blind eye on the stares that she was getting. Since the start of her trip, she was already getting curious yet weird stares from those around her. Part of it due to her young age, part possibly due to her own appearance, and possibly due to the strange items that she was carrying. Of course, Xing was walking down a muggle--or as they called them here, non-wizards. streets carrying magical items. Surely, it would piqued the interest of many eyes. Besides, the wizard population here is scarce compared to Britain, not many will recognize her being a witch.

Upon arriving at her accommodation, Xing started packing her belongings into their respected luggages.

Xing sighed, the trip here has been very welcomed but it is now time to return to busy Britain. Taking out her wand, Xing casted a spell to quickly clean up her room so it can be used during her next break.

" Xiaoyu." Xing called out. After a moment, a loud pop echoed through the space before a house elf appeared in front of her.

" Mistress have called Xiaoyu." The house elf bashfully answered.

Xing smiled, " It is time for my departure, you have done a great job in taking care of this mansion. I thank you for you efforts."

Hearing her gratitude, Xiaoyu shakes her head in denial. " Xiaoyu does not dare to accept Mistress's thanks."

Expecting her to response in a similar fashion, Xing brought out a little bracelet. " You may deny it but I hope this gift shows my sincere gratitudes."

Too shocked to react, Xiaoyu only stood there and let Xing put the bracelet on her hand.

" Do not be too shock, I expect you to continue to take care of this place until my next visit here."

" Yes, Xiaoyu will do her best."

" Good, now shall we go downstairs?"

" Reducio" Xing chanted as all her luggages shrunk down so she could easily carry it down the stairs.

Stepping out of the mansion, Xing took a step back to admire the place. " Xiaoyu awaits Mistress next visit."

When I see you again (Fred Weasley x Reader)

PART 1.

female!reader, Gryffindor!reader

Summary: It takes place during the Second Wizarding War, months after Bill and Fleur's wedding. Reader is on the run after her family has been caught by the Snatchers. Loosely following cannon.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader (mentioned)

Characters: Dean Thomas, Fred Weasley (mentioned),George Weasley (mentioned), Ted Tonks (mentioned)

Warnings: war, mentions of death, angst, english is not my first language so there might be grammatical mistakes, capital letters, etc.

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It was the break of dawn. You did not dare to travel during the day in case any Snatchers might be creeping around. However, travelling at night seemed even more terrifying considering that’s when dementors, inferi and other dark creatures were most active. You were on your own for months, travelling from place to place, never staying anywhere more than just a few days. You did not think it was wise to come back to the Godric’s Hollow, and all the safe houses provided by the Order seemed to be heavily protected by charms and spells, so you could not find any of them. You spent most of your time travelling through the countryside. Camping in the woods or hiding in abandoned muggle houses. The latter was a lot riskier since the streets were often infested with dementors. Muggles didn’t know what was going on since they couldn’t see them, but the terror they felt by their presence was enough to chase most of them away from their homes.

You were intentionally avoiding all magical places you could think of. You knew there was no place you could go to be completely safe, but there was no way you would not run into a Death Eater in the middle of the Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade. You didn’t even dare to try to go back to the Burrow. To be honest, you feared what you might find there if you did.

Your hiding tactic was going quite well, in fact, you had gotten quite skilled at protective spells and charms and were even getting better at transfiguring objects into something edible. However, being cut off from the rest of the wizarding world had its downgrades. There was no way for you to hear any news of your friends and family. You occasionally turned on this muggle invention called television, but since muggles weren’t really aware of what was actually going on, they weren’t broadcasting much useful information. A part of you was glad, at least you heard no familiar names amongst the ones of missing muggles. But sitting there, completely cut off from everything and everyone, was getting more and more exhausting, and quite frankly, you believed it would be a lot less terrifying to actually get caught by a Snatcher.  

After careful consideration, you decided to go back to your family’s vacation home. The last time you were there, the village was crawling with trolls and acromantulas, but that was months ago! Surely, it must have been cleared out by now! And if not… well you would cross that bridge when you get to it.

So, at the break of dawn, you gathered all of your most valuable things, your wand, a cloak and a couple of tin cans you found in one of the houses you were hiding in, and disapparated.

Two seconds later you felt yourself landing face down onto something sharp and cold. A painful groan escaped your lips as you felt your nose had just been hit by something that felt like a brick. You then realised you didn’t land face down, but instead, bumped right into a tall stone wall you assumed used to be a part of someone’s home. You lifted your wand and quietly whispered:

“Episkey!”

The pain stopped almost instantly only to be replaced by a shocking realisation the moment you turned around to see where you were.

You were exactly in the place you wanted to be, only the place looked nothing like it was supposed to. You were thankful for the absence of trolls and acromantulas, but the reason for their absence was that there was absolutely nothing around that they could possibly prey upon. There were no people, no roads, houses or plants… it was a wasteland. As you turned around trying to find any shape of something that used to be your old vacation home, a terrifying thought had crossed your mind. A thought you were trying so hard to push away for months.

Where… are they?

Tears began to fill your eyes and before you could stop you let out a desperate, heart aching sob. It felt like a punch to the gut. Your legs were no longer listening to you, and you collapsed to the ground.

“Please… please…! Where are they? Someone… anyone…?” you sobbed.

A part of you hoped that someone or something would show up and help you. A Patronus, a house elf, a bird…  at this point you would even greet a troll with open arms

But no one was coming to save you. There you were, all by yourself, in the middle of the rubble that used to be your family’s backyard. During the months of running and hiding you had not once felt as alone and hopeless as you did in that moment. You crumbled completely, thinking of all the people that meant anything to you. You parents, younger cousins still being forced to attend Hogwarts, friends you last saw during Bill and Fleur Weasley’s wedding. Oh, what you would give for just one familiar face showing up, picking you up the ground and embracing you, telling you everything was going to be okay. Telling you all of them were alive and well. That your parents escaped the Snatchers’ grip and were somewhere in a safe location. That your cousins were able to escape this now dreadful place that used to bring you so much joy during your school years. That your friends were somewhere out there, searching for you and wishing you were with them. But no one was coming, and by the looks of it, no one was going to.

You considered just staying there, in the middle of a wasteland. Crying yourself to sleep and hoping to die before you must wake to this dreadful reality.

However, after the tears have dried out, you managed to pluck up all the remaining strength and bravery that was left in your malnourished, sleep deprived body, and somehow, stand back up on your trembling feet. You took a deep breath and forced yourself to take a step forward. Then another one. By the third one you were on the verge of collapsing yet again, but then, something unexplainable happened. You blinked in confusion.

You realised you no longer knew where you were. You knew you were travelling somewhere, that there was a reason for you to be standing here, in the middle of nowhere, but you couldn’t for the life of you remember what it was. You looked around, hoping to gain some clarity, but it was useless. It was as if someone had just gone inside your head and altered your memories. A surge of panic went through your body. You turned back around and returned to the place you were standing two seconds ago. And then you remembered. You remembered everything you knew a moment ago. This was your vacation home. You came here to find someone. Anyone. How could you possibly forget that?

You took two steps forward again, and your mind went blank. Once again, you blinked in confusion and frustration.

What is happening?

You took two steps back again and remembered.

Two steps forward, forgot.

Two steps backward, remembered.  

Through the cloud of bewildering uncertainty caused by this development, another thought hit you like a train wreck. A thought that caused you to feel a spark of something you hadn’t felt in a really long time. A spark of something you never thought you’d feel again. Hope.

A shocked giggle escaped your lips.

It was a spell!

A cloaking spell! Someone was hiding right there in front of you, in your own house! That’s why you couldn’t remember anything when you walked forward. Someone was there, perhaps watching you at this very moment. Someone who didn’t want to be found. Which could only mean…

“Mum?”, you called out.

“Dad?”

No one answered.

“Please, if anyone’s there, it’s me, Y/N! Your cloaking spell is very strong, I can’t see anything!”

You waited patiently for someone to answer, but no one did. You thought to yourself that perhaps it wasn’t such a great idea to be standing here screaming. What if it wasn’t one of your own? What if it was a trap? But you pushed those thoughts away. You were way too tired and desperate to be questioning this miracle that has presented itself.

So what if it was a trap? Nothing can be worse than this uncertainty! You sat down in the rubble and stared at the seemingly blank space in front of you, your eyes scanning every detail of it in hopes of seeing someone appear.

“Maybe they didn’t hear me?”, you thought to yourself.

But before you could do or say anything else, a muffled, but somehow familiar voice yells out something in your direction. You tried to stand up, but before you could do that, the same voice exclaimed,

“Petrificus Totalus!”

Your entire body stiffened up. You couldn’t move. Your eyes widened in terror as you heard footsteps approaching. Then, a figure appeared in front of you. You could see his face clearly.

It was the last person you expected to see there, and yet, despite the fact he had just petrified you, you were never so happy to see anyone in your entire life.

It was Dean Thomas.

...

Dean was just being careful; you couldn’t blame him for that. However, lying there petrified, without the ability to speak, was getting really frustrating. You thanked your lucky stars that it was a classmate and not a Death Eater standing in front of you, because now that you’ve thought of it, that could’ve easily been the case. You should’ve been more careful.

Dean circled around you like a vulture, his wand still up and pointed at you. He examined your face, the clothes you were wearing and your wand. He took the little bag you were carrying and emptied it. When he realised there was nothing in it except two portions of canned beans, he finally sighed in relief and whispered,

“Finite Incantatem!”

Your body relaxed.

“Dean!”

Your mouth was dry and the words that came out of it sounded like a squeak, but you did not let that bother you. Not in this moment.

“Dean, it’s so good to see you…”

“Not so fast!”, he whispered and pointed his wand back at you, “First tell me who you are!”

“You don’t know who I am?”, you asked in confusion.

That was highly unlikely. Dean and you weren’t exactly the closest of friends, but you did know each other. You spent five years in the same common room, often chatting about muggle movies and music, not the mention all the times you spent helping him and Seamus Finnigan with their homework. Two years ago, you even attended the same secret club at Hogwarts called Dumbledore’s Army.

“No, I know who you are”, he said heavily, “I just want to see if you know it”.

You blinked.

He wants to be sure it’s not a trick.

“Oh… okay…”, you started, “My name is Y/N Y/LN. I was in the Gryffindor house at Hogwarts, two years above you. I… I used to watch you argue with Oliver Wood about soccer! Yes, you were saying it’s a more exciting sport than Quidditch… until he accidentally knocked over a candle and almost burnt down the entire Gryffindor tower”.

The memory of that made you chuckle. It felt like centuries ago! Even the corners of Dean’s lips flickered like he was holding back a smile.

“Yeah… do you remember what happened next?”, he asked, still not entirely convinced.  

“Yes… McGonagall rushed in and put out the fire… nobody wanted to tell her who did it and Fred and George blamed it on Peeves…”.

You cleared your throat. The mention of Fred and George Weasley felt like a stab in the heart. You rubbed your eyes before tears could come out, trying to make it seem like a nonchalant action, but Dean wasn’t fooled. However, this subtle burst of emotion at the mention of your two best friends seemed to convince him it was really you, and he finally lowered his wand.

He put his hand on your shoulder, and you threw yourself at him, pulling him into a hug. He was a bit startled by this action, but in the next moment he wrapped his arms around you and returned the embrace.

“Dean… what are you doing here?”, you asked after finally letting him go.

“I’m in hiding, of course”, he said.

“Yes… but what are you doing here?”, you pointed at the wasteland around you.

“Oh, right…”, he smiled apologetically and whispered, “The Unseen Village 32”.

For a moment you were standing there in confusion. Then, two very long seconds later, a large yellow building appeared right in front of you. Before you could stop yourself, you cried out in amazement. It was your family house, a bit rugged and damaged, but it was definitely still standing!

You were lost for words. Dean took you by the hand and led you through the front door. The inside of the house was almost completely preserved.

“It’s a Fidelius charm”, he explained, “I’m the secret keeper of this house, nobody can find it unless I tell them the location”.

“Fidelius?”, you raised your eyebrows, “Isn’t that like, really advanced magic?”

“Well, yes…”, he scratched the back of his head, looking almost embarrassed, “But I had some time to practice it. Ted Tonks taught me how to do it before he… you know”, a flicker of pain appeared in his eyes.

“Ted… Tonks? Nymphadora Tonks’ father?”.

You knew Nymphadora Tonks was a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Her family home was one of the safe houses the Order was using during the night Harry Potter was moved from Little Whinging.

Your home in the Godric’s Hollow was one of the safe locations as well. In fact, it was the house in which Arthur and Fred Weasley showed up. You could see their faces as clear as day. Arthur was bewildered, shaking, and rushing through your house, trying to get to the Potrkey as soon as possible. Fred was on the verge of tears.

 “What happened? What’s wrong?”, you kept asking.

The words that followed your question still haunted you to this very day,

“Someone’s been hit. We think it’s George”.

Dean’s voice pulled you back to the current moment.

“Anyway, this was the only house that was still standing after the acromantulas have cleared up… or so it seemed. You never know, there might be others out here, using protective spells and what not…”

“Right…”, you shook your head, trying to focus on his words, “Well, it’s a very powerful spell. Thank Merlin you came out, I would’ve driven myself insane trying to figure out why my mind is suddenly going blank”.

“Sorry for petrifying you, I had to be sure it wasn’t a trick”.

You nodded,

“I would’ve been offended if you hadn’t”, you said teasingly.

Dean chuckled.

“Well, I knew you were out there, they mentioned you the other day in the PotterWatch”.

You shook your head in confusion.

“In the what?”

Dean seemed just as confused as you.

“In the… PotterWatch. You have been listening to PotterWatch, right?”

“Dean, I have no idea what you’re talking about”, you said sincerely, “You’re the first person I’ve talked to since I ran away”.

“What… you’ve been on your own this entire time?”

“Yes”

“Well how did you… how did you make it?”, he was baffled.

You shrugged.

“Honestly… I don’t know. I’ve been avoiding crowded spaces and scavenging for food… I’ve gotten pretty good at protective charms as well”.

Dean looked almost impressed. You blushed.

“Blimey! That’s… I wouldn’t have lasted three days on my own”, he said.

“Aren’t you on your own now?”, you asked.

He smiled sadly.

“I was with Ted until recently…  Oh!”, he jumped up, startling you, “That reminds me!”

He looked around the room and rushed towards something that was sitting at the small coffee table next to the dusty red sofa on your right. It looked like a small, dirty box. He took the box in his hands and started tapping on it with his wand while mumbling something.

“Oh, I’m sure it was… Padfoot? No… Fawkes! No, hang on…”

After a few minutes of tapping and mumbling, he yelled out in excitement,

“Ah, there it is!”

You heard a couple of muffled voices coming from the box.

It’s a radio, you realised.

The voices were getting louder and clearer, until finally, you recognised who they belonged to.

“…to introduce our new correspondent, "Rodent"!

“I'm not being Rodent! I told you, I want to be "Rapier"!”

“Fred!”, you cried out and grabbed the radio from Dean’s hand.

You couldn’t believe it. It was Fred. And George! They were alive! They were fine! Oh, it felt so good to hear their voices! You felt a warm, excited feeling spreading through you, as if your heart finally started beating properly again.

“Oh alright, "Rapier"! Could you tell our listeners the various stories you've heard about the Chief Death Eater?”

“Yes I can. As our listeners will know, unless they've taken refuge at the bottom of a garden pond…”

This made you chuckle loudly, as tears were filling your eyes yet again. However, this time you didn’t try to stop them, and instead, you just let them silently slide down your cheeks.

“…You-Know-Who's strategy of remaining in the shadows is creating a nice climate of panic! Mind you, if all alleged sightings of him are genuine, there must be nineteen You-Know-Whos running around!”

You didn’t even pay attention to the words he was saying. They weren’t important. Who cares about You-Know-Who? Who cares about Death Eaters? Nothing was as important as the fact that you could hear Fred Weasley’s cheerful voice coming from this small, dusty box. You savoured every sound it made, clenching it firmly in your grip, like you were afraid the voice would disappear if you didn’t.

After a few minutes the broadcast had ended. You raised your eyes to meet Dean’s, almost as if you were silently begging him to bring the voice back. Dean was leaning on the doorway, clearly a bit uncomfortable, but wanting to let you have your moment with the radio. You felt a bit embarrassed. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke gently,

“This was from a few weeks ago… I actually wanted to show you another one…”

He carefully took the radio from your hands and started tapping on it again, mumbling words that you realised were passwords to access the radio line.

“Ah, yes… this one”, he handed you the radio again.

You sat down at the red sofa and placed the little box near your right ear with the nervous excitement.

“Well, dear listeners, we have a very special announcement today that might lift up your spirits”, you heard George’s voice say.

“It has certainly lifted ours!”, Fred continued.

“We are very happy to inform you that a group of our favourite “Undesirables” and muggleborns has just been rescued from the Ministry and is currently transferred to a safe location”.

“The freed are alive and well and mostly unharmed”.

“Mostly unharmed? What does that mean, mostly unharmed, Rodent?”.

“Well, “Tentacula” …”

“Tentacula!?”

“It means that all off them have managed to keep all of the limbs they had before they were captured!”

“So, if someone was missing a leg before…?

“They didn’t grow it back, but they did most likely keep the other one!”

“What are the names of the freed, Rodent?”

“I told you, it’s “Rapier”!”

“Sorry, Rapier!”

“Well…”

You were clinging onto the radio for dear life while listening to the names Fred was listing. Your heart was racing. You heard lots of familiar names, some of them were your friends, your acquaintances, people you’ve only met once, people you studied with at the library at Hogwarts…

“And of course, last but not least…”

You clenched your jaw in anticipation. When Fred said the names of your parents, a quiet sob escaped your lips.

They are fine! They are fine! They are alive and they are safe! Everything is alright!

Fred’s voice suddenly deepened in uncharacteristic seriousness.

“However, even though Mrs. and Mr. Y/LN are safe and sound, their daughter Y/N is still presumed to be missing”.

“What would you say to Y/N if you knew she was listening?”, George’s voice asked.

“I’d tell her that her family is alive and well and desperate for news of her whereabouts. As are quite frankly, all of us here at the PotterWatch”.

“Well, there you have it, dear listeners! On that note we are ending this very special episode of PotterWatch!”

“Protect yourselves”.

“And each other!”

“And as always…”

“Support Harry Potter!”

You were still holding onto the radio a few minutes after the episode ended. Dean didn’t say anything, and you were grateful for that. You were still savouring the words you just heard. Fred and George’s voices. The names of your friends that were confirmed to be freed from the Ministry. The names of your family. You didn’t even realise you were shaking until Dean gently put his hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him in a surprise, as if you had completely forgotten that he was still there. He smiled at you softly as you put your hand onto his and squeezed it. There was only one thought on your mind. You looked straight into Dean’s eyes in a sudden burst of determination and said, in a quiet but clear voice,

“Dean… We have to find them”.

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hey betches. i was reading a wtm on wattpad with mcux hp and it was a natasha x oc where the oc was like addicted to drugs. and i can't remember what it's called but i really freaking liked the book. any help???

if it helps i think the fc was zendaya??

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