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Professor!Tom Riddle would 100% fuck you on his desk for multiple reasons. You did well on a test of his? A reward for trying so hard! You’re doing poorly in his class, he’s making you count how many times he had edged you within the past hour. Had to deal with a disrespectful student or parent? He’ll bend you over his desk as he digs your hips into the wood.

This rlly falls into the issue with the sexualization of Twins, too.

Bro, idec know anymore at this point, I am tired of seeing sibling character x reader x sibling chatacter (for example: fred weasley x reader x George weasley, that's just an example) Even if the poly is just the two siblings sharing the other person, it's disgusting. No, NORMAL siblings would ever think of sharing someone. Most of the people who read this shit r probably just wierdos. I promise you ppl who have siblings would never agree to someone if they said, "Can I date you and your sibling?" And if you think differently, ur weird. The reason isn't just a sexual reason (that's just plain disgusting, no normal siblings want to have a threesone or whatever with someone else siblings r very repulsive in that with each other) It can also just be a romantic reason. Just being in a relationship with the same person as siblings is gross. The same thing goes for Obey Me, especially Beelzebub and Belphegor. There have been lessons where it literally mentions how whichever one of the Obey Me brothers wouldn't be okay with sharing you with another brother, but people so desperately want that to not be the case. Especially that one lesson where Belphie mentions in his sleep how he actually isn't okay with sharing MC with Beel, but people r always like, "Oh! If they talk this out, it could work!" Bro, no 😭, except that he doesn't want to, you can't have both of two r siblings. It's utterly disgusting. The times that Obey Me have moments where they're like, "We can share MC." Is all for the money frfr, there has been many lessons signaling that they actually aren't okay with that. The parts were they mention sharing has usually been in events (money grabbing 👀.) I am tired of reading Obey Me fanfic and then when I get to Beel it's like- "Beel & Belphie, why not both :)))" mf i don't want "both" I'm not a weirdo. And I'm only making this post because it's EXTREMELY NORMALIZED that it's literally impossible to ignore it. Not even fictionally, even in real life, ppl who r poly with siblings.. Nahh bruh, even if those siblings aren't dating each other, they got some weird incest shit going on, especially if they both have sex with you at the same time, mental hospital. Me and my siblings and I always mention how disgusting it is, the same thing with my friends who also have siblings. This isn't a matter of "Oh, their all consenting adults they can do whatever." I will gladly tell any p3dos, Zoophil3s, and inc3sts to |< Ý $ no questions asked if you think I'm being dramatic, please exit. If I see shit like this I'm literally just gonna either block the person or report them (which is so much work considering since it's so normalized is fucking everywhere), or literally just say shit. No actual siblings would do this, y'all.. You just really want both of them, and that's fine with other characters that r not siblings (for example if u wanna be poly with Diavolo and Lucifer go ahead), but when their siblings your fr putting a weirdass fantasy in ur head that they r okay with it n shit. And with actual Inc3st ships I've seen literally so many ppl say it's ok (most of them ended up being only children not a suprise), and at this point my stomach hurts and I feel literally sick. I just enjoy the sibling relationship, beel and belphie . Meanwhile, the comments r like, "Me when I want both," mf touch grass.

Anyways yeah I'm just irritated at this point cuz it's so normalized that it's just everywhere so I felt I needed to speak out abt it because it completely ruins the mood when I'm just tryna enjoy shit, and I'm not rlly good with words so sorry if this is layed out wierd or something. I can't be the only one who has siblings and is weirded out by this (obv not cuz I talk to ppl irl who mentions how weird it is). If you have siblings, please put yourself in a situation where someone wants both u and ur sibling at the same time.

You people are acting like those creepy people in real life who go up to twins and r like "Threesome?"💀💀💀

Im ready for the weirdos after me

Me watching the most random ass cartoons I find because the cover has an attractive character, enjoying the cartoon, but there's no (barely any) fanfiction and barely any fandom:

(I just want the himbo to love me😔)

(Mostly talking about a random ass hot wheels cartoon)

(This may or may not be me asking for fanfic of this show 😼)

please can you write a sequel fic to enzo’s breakup song blurb, it was so good😭 i’m not even an enzo girlie but that did something to my heart ❤️‍🩹

n e e d y o u n o w

Includes : Lorenzo Berkshire

Genre : Angst, slight fluff?

Warnings : Light cursing, hints of toxic Enzo

Based on : Need You Now by Lady A

A/N : Thank you so much for the request, I hope you like it!!

It's a quarter after one

I'm all alone and I need you now

Her hands trembled as she read the letter. She had found a yellow envelope on her bed, immediately recognizing the handwriting detailing her name.

It had been four weeks since Lorenzo Berkshire had abruptly ended things with the young girl, and while he tried to pretend as though they were friends and he didn’t break her heart, she cut off all contact with him. She successfully managed to alter her schedule to where she would never see him in class nor the halls. And now, he had seemingly snuck into her room and laid a letter on her bed.

She wishes she could say that she doesn’t miss him, that she wanted nothing to do with him. But she’d be lying. She misses him like hell. She never thought she would fall in love so quickly, especially with the Slytherin boy. Yet, here she is. About to read the letter that would shatter all the walls she had built and would reopen all her healing wounds.

She opened the envelope, and read the contents of the letter.

Said I wouldn't call, but I lost all control

And I need you now

“My Dear Y/N,

I know you want nothing to do with me after how I left things, but, I’ve come to regret my decision. I miss you. Before you write me off as an ass, please know, that I love you. And, I broke up with you because I was scared. I was scared of how you changed me, even if it is for the better. I was scared because I never thought I could be loved the way you loved me, and I thought I didn’t deserve it. I still think I don’t deserve it.

But, I realized I am a fool. A fool who is irrevocably in love with you, and who wants a second chance.

Please, meet me in the Astronomy Tower tomorrow after curfew.

Much love,

Enzo.”

Tears were streaming down her face by the time she finished the letter. She didn’t know how to react or how to think. Should she meet him? He did break her heart and now seemingly want her back, and if this was one of her friends she’d tell them not to go back, that they’re better off. But, she can’t live with herself if she doesn’t at least show up to hear what he has to say. She decides she’s going to sleep it off, and decide the next day.

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It is 10 at night, past curfew, and she finds herself pulling her cardigan tighter around her as the chill from the Astronomy Tower cuts through to her bones. She felt stupid for even considering going to meet Enzo, but she couldn’t pass it up. Although she wishes she didn’t, she is madly in love with the boy.

Footsteps echoed up the stairs, and for a minute, she feared Filch had discovered her and would reprimand her for being out past curfew. However, the steps belonged to Enzo, her heart clenching at the sight of him. He looked surprised, as though he didn’t think she would actually show.

They stood staring at each other for a couple of seconds, sadness flooding both their eyes. He was first to break the silence.

“Thank you, for coming and giving me a chance to explain.”

Her heart dropped to her stomach after hearing his voice. She managed to avoid him for so long, she forgot how much she truly missed and yearned for the Slytherin boy.

When she didn’t answer, he continued, “I miss you, love. I know, it sounds ridiculous, but, it’s true. I was a fool for leaving you.”

“You didn’t just leave me, Enzo, you broke my heart. You broke all the faith and trust I had in you.”

She watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “I know. And I don’t even deserve you hearing me out. But, what I said is true. I was scared. I still am. I’m scared you’re going to realize you could do so much better and leave.”

“So you left me first?” Her voice grew louder as she spoke. “You should’ve come to me and talked to me about this, Enzo! But instead, you made me feel like complete garbage. I felt so heartbroken and stupid for ever thinking I could trust you. My friends constantly told me what a bad idea this was, but I didn’t listen! I gave you a chance, and look what you did!”

Tears began flowing from his eyes, her words felt like knives digging into his heart. “I know, love, and I’m so sorry. All I ask is that you give me one more chance. Give me one more chance to prove myself to you, and, I promise, if I mess up, I will never bother you again. Please.” She hated how his words affected her. He looked and sounded so sincere, she couldn’t help but lean towards accepting his apology and taking him back.

She thought his words over for a while, and, finally, she decided. “I’ll give you one more chance. But it’s not going to be easy. We can be friends first. Then, if I feel as though you are truly sincere, I’ll consider going out with you again.” She stepped towards him, “I am giving you one more chance, Berkshire. Don’t ruin it.”

With that, she walked off, a smile threatening to make its way onto her face. Although it wouldn’t be the same, she needed him as much as he needed her. Besides, it would be fun watching Enzo beg for her forgiveness.

And I don’t know how

I could do without

I just need you now

Amortentia - T. Riddle

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Pairing : Tom Riddle x Slytherin! Reader

Warnings : Tom is not Voldy, he’s his son, and this is set during the Golden Trio, so, not very movie accurate

Genre : Fluff, soulmates implied, or, where an unexpected scent comes out of an all-too-famous potion

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The potions classroom was alive with the chatter of students. Everyone was buzzing with the anticipation of their next project. Snape had declared that, on that day, they would be brewing Amortentia. None of the students failed to share their excitement and anticipation for the highly known potion, some even hoping to discover their one true love through its scent.

Y/N, however, had no such expectations. All she wanted was to brew the potion and get the grade.

Cauldrons sat in front of them in pairs, and she expected to be working with the Gryffindor next to her, yet, Snape seemed to have other plans.

“Students, I will be calling off your names in pairs, they will be your partner for the project,” he spoke in his monotone voice. Y/N was stressed; she prayed she wouldn’t get paired off with someone who would potentially hinder her grade.

After reading out the names of half the class, she heard her name being called along with “Tom Riddle.” The classroom fell silent. Her heart stopped. They had interacted here and there and she didn’t care that he was the Dark Lord’s son, but, he was so intimidating that the girl couldn’t help but feel nervous. She watched as he gathered his things and moved into the previously occupied seat next to her.

He gave a curt nod, barely sparing her a glance. She caught a whiff of his cologne, damn, she thought, he even smells good.

After being told to begin, the pair worked silently. They both knew what was required of them for the potion, and both pulled their weight. She was quite happy they weren’t speaking much, not because she didn’t like him, but, because she didn’t want to embarrass herself by saying something stupid.

They added the final ingredients to the cauldron and watched as the liquid turned a bright pink. They waited patiently as Snape walked by and examined their work, giving a small hum of approval. “Twenty points to Slytherin.” She couldn’t help the smile that graced her face, making eye contact with Tom and giving an appreciative nod.

After all the potions were brewed, some faring better than others, came the time to smell the potions. As she leant in, all she could smell was Tom’s cologne. It smelt of parchment and leather, a combination she found to be quite enchanting. She was, however, annoyed of his closeness as she attempted to smell the potion. She looked up quickly, about to ask him to step back, when she saw the empty chair next to her. Tom wasn’t next to her, no, he was standing at least six feet away, speaking with Professor Snape.

She was shocked. It couldn’t be, could it? Why was she smelling none other than Tom Riddle in her Amortentia. As if sensing the topic of her thoughts, Tom’ eyes drifted onto hers, locking her in a trance. He seemed to understand what was happening and the source of her shock, yet seemed entirely unfazed by it.

Her eyes didn’t stray from his as he walked to their shared table and took a whiff of the Amortentia. Again, he seemed completely unfazed by what he smelt, eyes never leaving hers.

Finally, their trance was broken as Snape dismissed the class. Her feet felt as heavy as bricks as she made her way out of the dungeon and towards her friend’s common room, trying to process everything that happened.

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“Oh, come on! We both know what this means!” Y/N was currently sprawled on her best friend Hermione’s bed, listening as she tried convincing the girl that Tom Riddle was her soulmate, according to the Amortentia. As Hermione put it, she was just “in denial.”

“I don’t know, Mione. It was probably my mind playing tricks on me! Plus, he didn’t even mention it nor seem fazed by it. He most likely smelt someone else, or, no one at all.”

A pillow smacked her in the head. “You know that’s not true!”

A groan spilled out of her, “I can’t think about this right now, I’m going for a walk.”

She thought sneaking into the Gryffindor common room and speaking to her most level-headed friend would help ease her thoughts, but she left feeling worse than before.

It’s not that she doesn’t like Tom, it’s that she wonders whether she’s what he wants; will he like her too? Probably not, she thought, Tom Riddle doesn’t like anyone.

“Going somewhere?” A voice she dreaded spoke. Turning around, she came face to face with the subject of her anxieties.

His face was stern, albeit beautiful, and she quickly realized how late past curfew it had gotten.

She stumbled over her words, attempting to find a good excuse yet coming up with none.

His eyes scanned her face as she stared like a deer in headlights. “I’ll walk you back to the dungeons,” he said after a good minute or two of the two gawking at each other, his tone leaving no room for question.

As she turned to walk, she felt his hand ghost over the small of her back, summoning a blush to her face.

“Are we going to talk about it?” He broke the silence.

“About what?” She waited a second before she spoke, although he knew she would know what he meant.

“I smelt your perfume in the potion, you smelt my cologne. We both know what that means.”

She kept quiet for a second, racking her brain for the right words, afraid of making the conversation more awkward than it was already. “Yes, we do. But, is it what you want it to mean?” She waited a beat. “I mean, how do you feel about it?”

“I’ll admit, I am surprised.” She searched his face, worry seeping into her head at his words. “And, although I’m surprised, it doesn’t mean I’m unhappy about it.”

She stopped and turned to face him, “you’re not?”

“No,” he said, his tone sincere, “you’re smart, kind, and beautiful. I must admit, I am glad it’s you.” He turned and kept walking, her feet rushing to catch up to him.

She couldn’t believe it. She knew all the rumors about this boy, people thought him cold and cruel; they judge him because he’s quiet, they don’t know him. Albeit, neither does she, but his words don’t come off as ‘cruel’ or ‘cold.’

“Wait, so, what does this mean?” She asked just as they reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room.

“It means that we have a date this weekend at Hogsmeade. Have a good night, Y/N,” he spoke with a soft smile.

As she walked into the common room, she couldn’t help the smile that graced her face, for the first time feeling grateful for Professor Snape’s class.

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hello! I'd like to request a Tom Riddle oneshot, maybe a part 2 to Amortentia? But if you don't want that, I have an idea where Tom sees y/n as an academic rival but they get partnered yet realize that they enjoy each other's company.I only request that it's a ravenclaw reader hehe and it's up to you to make it more fluffy hehe, advance thank you!!

Potions Class - T. Riddle

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Pairing : Tom Riddle x Ravenclaw! Reader

Warnings : Cursing

Genre : Fluff, or, where Tom and reader are forced to work together after years of rivalry

A/N : I saw this request and got to work immediately! I hope I did your vision justice! And, I am working on Amortentia part two so I will let you know when that’s out <3

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“Y/N, you’re with Riddle for this one.”

Her professor’s words made her heart stop. No, she thought, it can’t be. It’s no secret that Tom Riddle is her biggest rival. The Slytherin has been a thorn on her side ever since first year, the two competing for the highest grades possible.

Of course, if you asked her, she’d say she’s the best of the two, and that Tom Riddle is nothing but a stuck up piece of sh-

“Well, I knew the day would come when we would have to work together at some point.” Tom Riddle’s aggravatingly smooth voice jolted her from her thoughts.

“Yes, I suppose so,” she spoke with reluctance. She watched as the boy sat next to her, and she galked at his nonchalance. “Does this not bother you?”

“Very much so, but nothing I can do about it. Well, other than show you how to correctly brew a potion.” He struck a nerve and he knew it.

“I know how to brew a potion, thank you very much. My excellent grade in this class proves it.”

“Whatever you say, darling.” The nickname brought a heat to her cheeks, her mind overrun with thoughts of how devastatingly irritating Tom Riddle was.

The pair got to work in silence, only speaking when reciting the recipe from memory, or asking for an ingredient from the other. As they worked, Y/N found herself oddly at ease. She had to admit, they worked well together.

As they waited for the cauldron to boil, he broke the silence. “What are your thoughts on the Astronomy project?”

She was surprised at first, but answered honestly. “I thought it easy. Not exactly necessary seeing as it was information we both already knew, but I found it enjoyable.” He huffed out a small laugh at her words, an action which took her completely off-guard.

“Yes, I thought it enjoyable as well. Although, I am quite positive I got a better grade than you,” he spoke with a teasing smirk.

“You did not!” She exclaimed with a laugh.

“Did too. Denial is not a good look on you, dear raven.” Once again, she was surprised at seeing this side of Tom, the two so busy competing and never actually getting to know each other. Yet she was enjoying their easy banter, her affection for him certainly growing as the minutes ticked by.

“Alright, just add the basil and stir, and we should be fine.” He spoke as she did what he instructed. However, they were both startled when the potion began bubbling and overflowing from the cauldron.

“What did you do?” Tom exclaimed.

“I did what you said!”

“No, this clearly is not what I said.” At his words, she turned to stare at him in disbelief. How dare he accuse her of messing up the potion? Yet, as the pair made eye contact, they couldn’t help but burst out into laughter, drawing the attention from their classmates.

“Well,” he spoke after three minutes of uncontrollable laughter, “it seems we have managed to fuck this up royally.”

“It seems we have,” the smile was glued on her face.

“What do you say we get together to study, we clearly need the work.” She paused at his words, searching his eyes to decipher a hidden motive to his offer.

“I’d like that,” she spoke after she couldn’t find one.

“Great.” He began cleaning up their workspace.

“Great,” she whispered back.

Tom Riddle is definitely not what she thought.

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Under the Stars - T. Riddle

Pairing : Tom Riddle x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings : Slight use of Y/N, use of the word ‘damn’

Genre : Fluff, or, in which reader and Tom go on a much unexpected date

A/N : Part two of Amortentia is here! Thank you to @vivisandg @cats-and-sheep and @kenobi-baby for requesting a part two! I really am proud of this, so I hope you guys like it as much as I do! Also, two posts in one day, I feel so proud 🥲

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It had been a week since Y/N’s fate was revealed to her, a fate which led her straight to none other than Tom Marvolo Riddle. They had talked now and then, he would wait for her and walk her to class, but she felt awkward around him, as though her lips were sown together by the string of her shyness. He noticed this, of course, yet he still put in the effort to talk to her, a fact she greatly appreciated; one which would make butterflies express their wings in her stomach.

It wasn’t until she sat in the library studying, when an opportunity for more arose. As she flipped through her Charms textbook, a folded piece of parchment fell onto her lap.

Confused, she glanced around, yet the library appeared empty. She plucked the note from her lap, and gasped as she read it.

‘Meet me in the Astronomy Tower at 10.

Your dearest,

Tom M. Riddle.’

She didn’t know what to think. He wanted her to break curfew to meet him, but, as she thought about it, she couldn’t help but be curious as to the nature of the meeting. Is this a date? Should she dress nice? Damn him for being so ambiguous in his note.

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Her hands shook as she ascended the steps to the Astronomy Tower. She didn’t know what to expect, nor what would be waiting for her. Her fingers tugged her coat tighter around her frame, a shield against the cold and the nerves.

As she went up the final step, her eyes found the back of Tom Riddle, his figure turned away from her and leaned against the railing. What caught her eye, however, was the hundreds of candles which littered the floor.

He turned to face her, her gasp alerting him of her presence. She was left speechless as her eyes adjusted to the tiny flames, his eyes trained on her and her reaction.

“Do you like it?” He asked after a moment.

“Yes, this is,” she took a beat to find the words, “it’s beautiful,” she spoke as she stepped closer to him.

“I’m glad.” He held out his arm to her, which she gladly took, as they settled on the railing of the tower, his grip on her steady to give her a sense of safety.

The pair stood in silence for a couple minutes, both enjoying each other’s presence too much to speak.

“You know, I- I once read a book in which there was this boy who was in love with this girl, and she tells him that if he wants to be with her, he has to catch a falling star for her, and so he spends the rest of his life trying to catch a star, but, every time they reach the earth, they shatter. And, in the end, she marries someone else and he dies while chasing stars. It’s quite tragic, but, every time I look at the stars, I can’t help but think about how they represent his devotion and love for her, yet it will never be enough, cause every time, it shatters.” She turns to look at Tom, and finds him staring intently at her. “Anyway, that just came to mind.” He kept staring, the corners of his mouth turning up. “What?” She asked, becoming self-conscious by his staring.

He shook his head, “nothing, you’re just,” he paused, “you’re incredible.”

Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she had to break his gaze to keep from melting in front of him. It had only been a week since their discovery, yet she felt as though she had known this introverted boy her whole life. He was nothing like she expected him to be. And she loved it.

“Thank you.”

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The rest of their night was spent talking; they shared anecdotes and discussed literature, and the seconds turned into minutes and the minutes turned into hours.

They found themselves sitting in the middle of the candles, facing each other and laughing constantly.

Once a comfortable silence fell over the two, Tom felt compelled to speak. “I want to ask you something. You are absolutely in your right to say no, I respect you and your answer.”

She began to get nervous at his words, wondering what on earth could be so important for him to word that way. He was always so well-spoken, something she deeply admired, however found intimidating in the moment.

“I would like to take you out. On a date. Again, you can say no. I know it’s only been a week since we began to get to know each other, however, I can’t stop thinking about you ever since that class. It’s as though you have enchanted me, and I welcome it with open arms. I want to court you, if you’d do me the honor.” His words melted her heart as though he was the sun and she was the snow. She was sure she was falling for this boy, and she didn’t want any parachute to soften her landing.

“I would love that,” her words were like honey to him, her soft hand covering his. He took her fingers in his, bringing them to his lips, leaving what can only be described as a most gentle touch, and moving them to his chest.

Serenity took over the two. As he committed her features to memory, he thought he would gladly spend the rest of his life putting together the pieces of a fallen star if it would make her smile.

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REQUEST ANYTHING!!

Hey y'all so just wanted to let y'all know I'll take imagine request about any ST or HP characters (Or cast)!! I've been dealing with some stuff lately and I now realise writing is like my escape from it all so requests are open!! You can request anything you want and I will try my best at writing I'm comfortable with writing anything so please dont hold back :))

Anyway hope y'all are having an amazing day or night and HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!! (Even tho I've already said it, it just feels good to say it again)

gryffindor characters modern! AU

according to me….

description: silly modern! AU head canons of the main gryffindor characters :)

pairing: harry, ron, fred, george, ginny and hermione x reader

contains: mentions of substances, alcohol and weed. mentions sexual acts (i think…)

|an: bored and decided i’d made something a little silly. literally just my thoughts lolll don’t take this too seriously

modern AU! harry potter who…

— definitely has a flip phone and refuses to be on any form of social media bc he thinks it’s awful for you

— i think being around his friends who do have social media would give him the spiel on most things tho

— oh he loveeesss house of dragon omg

— only listens to 70s 80s 90s music and some jazz tbh

— i feel like he’s just very old fashioned and he’s happy that way

— such a loving and caring bf since he’s hardly ever even touched the internet he’s pure lol

— def a lil goofball he’d say a little slang term the twins taught him and repeat it back to you…”harry who taught you that…”

— don’t ask him to do no substances i think he’d be kinda against them..not a smoker…occasional drinker.

modern AU! ron weasley who…

— is a stoner! thru and thru. i think he’s a bong rip typa fellow but a blunt or a joint would do it too. doesn’t strike me as a cart of eddie guy.

— big female rap supporter imo…def into latto and maybe dabbles into some meg that’s his girlll lol

— definitely a twea/seltzer guy oml cannot take shots is my hc

— heavy on the lowk himbo boyfriend

— not stupid at all but not super street smart i fear, more of a book smart type of guy.

— super cute and adorable bf overall, he’s a big boy. for sure.

—armmmmssss…. gymrat imo he loves to blow off steam at the gym

—i feel like isn’t a social media person as well…has an insta but doesn’t post on it nor have a lot of followers..no tiktok maybe twitter

—luv him but he was def on drakes side of the beef…definitely a champagne papi

—kinda a video game nerd imo but he’s definitely into the sports ones like FIFA

— buys you n him the crumbl cookie lineup every week and you review them tg in the car pretending to be those tiktok crumbl reviewers😭🫶 (he’s so cute)

modern AU! hermione granger who…

— is 100% on booktok

— do not ask her about the summer i turned pretty or bridgerton unless you wanna listen to her talk for hours.

— don’t play with her and noah kahan…

—or taylor swift

— or chappell roan..

—she’ll have a cute little mixed drink or perhaps a seltzer but do not give this girl no shots she don’t want none!

— her and colleen hoover….

— brings her digital camera everywhere and is most def the camera girl friend….”hermione pls send me the pics from last night”

modern AU! ginny weasley who...

— does not play about female wnba players at all.

— don’t even mention paige bueckers…that’s her girl.

— is a party animal just like her brother.

— loves her chappell roan too.

— always on social media u cannot get this girl off her phone. she’s like an ipad kid u couldn’t rip it out of her cold head hands.

— such a good girlfriend, definitely so protective over her s/o, especially on social media.

— “ginny why’d you respond to every comment under my post complimenting me with ‘& she/he mine..so’…”

modern AU! fred weasley who…

— definitely asks u “english or spanish?”

—definitely goes to too many parties…like at a function every weekend he loves the party scene.

—treats his girl RIGHTT i would compare the relationship to don toliver and kali uchis, flowers all the time, handsy. posting/supporting his girl allll the time

—“i❤️mygf” typa fellow, all his posts on socials are her! all his stories, his highlights and his posts.

— also a weed demon, doesn’t strike me as a beer or seltzer guy but ooooo that liqah….

— dress to impress demon. his gf definitely got him to play it and he got hooked and now he’s a fashion maven.

modern AU! george weasley who…

— is every girls dream man…im talking flowers, boo baskets, burr baskets, easter baskets, omg you say the word and he’s massaging your feet and feeding you grapes.

— always posting his girl just like his brother she’s on his absolutely everything and he has a highlight for her.

— type of guy to post those tiktoks of his girl on his account appreciating her all the time and the comments are like “omg on his account too!” and it’s so cute and adorable.

—isn’t much of a party guy like his brother…will go to a few but i feel like it’s not his thing at all and he’d rather be hanging out with friends instead of at a big function with strangers.

—literally the ken to your barbie and yes he took you to see the movie and yes he got into costume with you. and he did it happily.

— always hanging out with his girlfriend and wouldn’t want it any other way.

harry potter masterlist!

series

harry potter

ron weasley

you know me , slip off my new dress *

hermione granger

fred weasley

george weasley

ginny weasley

theodore nott

draco malfoy

mattheo riddle

cedric diggory

one shots

harry potter

ron weasley

hermione granger

fred weasley

george weasley

ginny weasley

theodore nott

seventy-six percent *

draco malfoy

mattheo riddle

you - wip

cedric diggory

drabbles

harry potter

ron weasley

hermione granger

fred weasley

george weasley

ginny weasley

theodore nott

draco malfoy

mattheo riddle

cedric diggory

headcanons

harry potter

modern!

ron weasley

modern!

hermione granger

modern!

fred weasley

modern!

george weasley

modern!

ginny weasley

modern!

theodore nott

draco malfoy

mattheo riddle

cedric diggory

bcoz he is a plant nerd does anybody think neville longbottom is a stoner i say yes

chilly

fred weasley x reader

warnings: a little suggestive

a/n: harry potter in 2024? uh yes pls

i can js imagine the two of you are alone in the burrow bcoz everyone is busy on a saturday evening but you and fred are splayed out across each other in the living room. it's silent besides the crackle of the fireplace and the harsh wind outdoors. you were freezing so naturally you move a bit so you're now sitting on top of fred with the blanket covering the two of you. he's still significantly taller than you even when you're on top of him. he admires the sight of the pretty girl on top of him.

"giving me a show, yeah?", he leans forward and places soft kisses down your neck. you jokingly swat him away.

"m' js cold freddie, don't be a perv", he throws his hands up in fake defense. you rolled your eyes at him being so dramatic but make it up by planting a sweet kiss on his lips. he takes this and runs because next thing you know your hands are running through his hair and he's got his hands all over your ass. you push the blanket off both you to have a little more mobility on top of him and it was getting in your way. he scoffs at you for being so dramatic at the cold but pushing the blankets off the second he gets his hands on you.

neville longbottom blurb

you do the bow trend with him

"umm...are you sure this will look alright?", he shyly looks at you, observing all the bows you've tied around various parts of his body. his sweet brown eyes soften when you succumb to a giggling fit when you look at your boyfriend. neville has pink bows on his calves, thighs, biceps, and one big one around his neck.

"you look so handsome, nev"

a raging blush sweeps over neville's cheeks. you had your phone out and set it up to start recording the video. a lana del rey song played as you recorded the bows all over his body, finishing off the video by giving him another kiss, this time on his jawline. after the video ended you watched it back, making sure he was alright with you posting it.

hi guys request harry potter ideas im bored

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD ONESHOT LIKE FKDKFJ

      Love and Cold Dishes

                                       Hogwarts!au

        Slytherin!Jeon Jungkook x Slytherin!Reader

                   Gryffindor!Jung Jaehyun x Reader 

                                               One 

Summary: JK is a notorious figure in the halls of Hogwarts. Pure blooded, talented, and somewhat cold, he is the textbook definition of everything it means to be Slytherin. The unfazed, unapproachable, and unobtainable aura the male exudes was the holy trinity that attracted the eyes of many, enemies and admirers alike. When your every move and interaction is judged and scrutinized, it’s not exactly uncalled for to attempt to cut off the problem at its root. And as far as JK is concerned, the everyone else are just mere nuisances. His greatest wish is to disappear.

(Y/N) (L/N) was sorted into Slytherin house before the hat had even touched her head. A feat, the headmaster claimed, only ever once repeated by the pale-haired heir of the of the infamous, long-stories Pureblooded Wizarding families in history. Half-blooded and fairly quiet, it didn’t take long for the initial novel interest in her to die down and be replaced with scorn instead. She found herself largely ignored by her housemates; never bullied, but not quite seen as belonging. The girl had always preferred her own thoughts and logic to the whimsies of others, but the more-than-passing notion that she had made no meaningful connections throughout her schooling began to plague her heart more and more. In this life, (Y/N) wanted nothing more than to be seen.

So when two people, with opposite lifestyles and goals but exceedingly firm beliefs cross paths, why, instead of setting off nasty explosions, were sparks flying magnificently instead?

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Honestly, you were very surprised when the sorting hat called out your house with no hesitation.

If you’d asked your father, he’d no doubt say he bled red and gold without a second thought. As a way of bonding with you, he’d share stories of the theatrics and misadventures he and his friends had gotten up to during his time wandering the halls of Hogwarts.

He spoke of Quidditch, of friendly ghosts, of beautiful paintings who told them their stories. He spoke of the goodness of yellow and the genius of blue.

He spoke with such pride when he looked into your mother’s eyes and swore up and down she’d have been the first to be sorted into the two.

He spoke the romance of his youth into a fantasy in your mind, where the courageous were the most dashing heroes to be gracing these four walls.

But when he spoke, well…He never mentioned green at all.

You didn’t understand.

Slytherin? Was there something wrong with you?

It’s one thing to be sorted into Slytherin, but another thing to lean so overwhelmingly in that direction that it made you question your own character.  You knew stereotypes were just that – stereotypes, but Slytherins weren’t exactly known for exuding kindness and civility, and you don’t consider yourself a cruel girl. But the sorting hat has proven on several occasions that it absolutely abhors being doubted, so, amongst the stares and whispers, you sucked it up and found your place amongst the snakes you presumed you’d have been warned about had your father even bothered to mention them.

And unfortunately, it didn’t take very long for your dreaded prediction to come true. You were a pariah in your own House.

Not one to bully, you never really participated in the House rivalry Slytherin had going on with the rest of Hogwarts. Rather, you promptly acknowledged that your housemates were pretty similar to you; very prideful and self-assured, so opposing viewpoints weren’t looked upon favorably. You understood them, because they reminded you of yourself. As a matter of fact, the only difference was that your mother had always taught you to learn from those you didn’t agree with so that you could better understand them, though it didn’t mean you had to agree. This common sentiment so often cited in the muggle world was lost on the pureblooded heirs of Slytherin, it seemed. And this glaring at-odds way of approaching dissidents compared to your housemates came from the most muggle thing about you – your mother.

As a muggle thrust into the wizarding world rather unceremoniously, your mother could never reconcile the sheer divisiveness of the Wizarding Community compared to the Muggle World, where everyone was essentially forced to live amongst and tolerate those with differing views. She quickly learned that the wizarding world was what the muggle world could become if expressing such violent, intolerant sentiments were expressly allowed - thus she promptly raised you as a muggle until the age of 11.

Your father had always been in and out of your life before then, your parents’ relationship in a weird state of limbo that you were entirely sure was your mother’s paranoid doing.

But you – you were daring, and bold, and opinionated in thought – a carbon copy of your father. His likeness, his passion, his honesty – you received it all from him, and it scared her. She was afraid his mere magical existence would influence you, even though your very existence had proven how much hers had influenced him. The countless letters he’d written begging for a chance to live as a family culminated in him willing to give up the entirety of the wizarding world for you two – the love story of the century, restricted to being known in full only to a select few…Or so you thought.

“Wasn’t her father besodden with a muggle?”

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

“A blood traitor’s half-blood spawn in the (L/N) family – how preposterous!”

Such words had become a common occurrence, and after a while you became numb to the ridicule. You refused to grovel to the ignorant, of course.

But your fantasy Hogwarts life had been ruined, and you spent your days alone with only your own mind for company.

You expected nothing different for your sixth year.

Up to this point,  you couldn’t help but wish more and more for a bit of the so-called friendship everyone else took for granted in their day-to-day lives.

You wanted to share your feelings, you wanted to laugh with someone, you wanted a shoulder to cry on. You wanted to become something more than a flower on the wall one would pick at to feel more beautiful, more than a forever-enclosed bud amongst blossoms.

But you were never given that chance, because as strong as your desires were, your pride, values and stubbornness that you got from your father held strong… and reflected unapologetically in just how you were raised by your mother.

And so another year began, bound to be the same.

As an avid reader, you’d like to confidently say that the library was your safe space. All the interesting knowledge you could find was readily available, and the temptation of forbidden texts would always lurk in your heart as well. But surprisingly, you soon came to loathe how populated it could be, and instead found yourself searching for quieter grounds.

Following countless times of getting lost in Hogwarts’ entrapping corridors, you’d promptly made up your mind that it’d be nothing short of justified to sue the historic school for child endangerment. Blood pressure high and mood now sour, you decided to make your way to the school grounds instead.

Angrily stomping along, you weren’t exactly paying attention to your surroundings. So when a whip-like branch suddenly smacked you dead in the face, the sheer volume of the screech that left your lips was enough to startle your attacker as well, the limb that had wrapped itself around your waist rapidly loosening.

Gaining your bearings, you belatedly realize that you had been ferociously attacked by the Whomping Willow. A bloody tree had just bitch-slapped you into next Wednesday, and then had the gall to act surprised by your reaction. Hurriedly putting some distance between you and the tree, the massive volume of expletives leaving your lips were enough to make the singular soul who witnessed the entire  interaction turn red in embarrassment.

Jeon Jungkook had been minding his business, snugly nestled amongst the branches of a nearby willow tree that wasn’t violent enough to catch a murder charge. He’d found this spot his second year, after realizing that the students rarely got close to even the surrounding areas of the Whomping Willow, too afraid of the possibility of what he was currently witnessing.

His tree was close, but far enough that his presence never triggered an adverse reaction from the perverted deciduous nearby. Any wandering students quickly cleared the area once they realized where they were, so he’d never had to deal with anyone else disturbing his peace.

That is, until now.

As he watched you curse the tree in about a thousand different ways, he noted the Slytherin scarf secured tightly around your neck. He scanned his memories for something familiar, but failed to find your face amongst them. He wasn’t exactly social amongst those of his own year, so this didn’t surprise him.

What did surprise him was when, still cursing, you yanked your wand from your robes and furiously started throwing spells at the Whomping Willow. After watching a few of them hit, he realized that the spells weren’t violent in nature, doing nothing but splattering bright pigments of color against its bark. Reds, oranges, and pinks soon dyed the trunk of the willow, making for an interesting sight.

But, while technically harmless, the influx of attacks did nothing short of enraging it.

The tree’ limbs were violently flailing about as it desperately tried to reach you, who taunted it from a safe distance with a look of immense smugness and glee.

“Do you know how much that fucking hurt? You bloody menace, I’m going to come here every single fucking night and paint you in the colors of misery and humiliation! It felt as if my head twisted around my neck – bloody hell, should I really sue this godforsaken school? Should I just kill this thing? Should I march up to the headmaster with all your pathetic little branches in my arms? Only you can get violent, is that it?  You’re lucky you’re getting off with just paint, I should have shaved a few layers of bark off of you to teach you a lesson –” you ranted, hexes flowing freely from your wand even as you talked.

At some point, the bark hadn’t been enough for you, and you started zapping entire branches an obnoxious shade of blue.

As he watched the spectacle in front of him, a fucking tree going absolutely batshit and a girl with more than just a little crazy in her eyes, for the first time this year, Jungkook lost it.

He laughed so loudly it startled you right out of your hateful monologue, and you whipped your head around to the source of the noise.

That proved to be a dire mistake as your neck froze up in protest, the earlier smack from that stupid tree doing more than a little damage. You fell to your knees rather dramatically, scowling up at the boy in the non-threatening tree he was perched in.

Your face was full of blame as you clutched at your aching neck, and the ridiculousness of the situation only made him laugh harder.

It took several moments for Jungkook to calm himself down, and by that point you’d made yourself comfortable on the same spot you fell at. You had fallen onto your back at some point, staring begrudgingly up at the sky. Noting the lack of laughter in the background now, you carefully inclined your head up again, Jungkook’s upside down countenance coming into view a few feet away from you.

“Are you done laughing at my pain?” you harrumphed.

“You seemed to be handling it pretty well earlier,” he responded cheekily. You felt your face grow warm, choosing to roll your eyes. You made a show of procuring your precious book from your robes, before promptly beginning to leaf through it.

“Are you always so aggressive?”

He didn’t know why he was even talking to you, but you made such a lasting impression on him at this point that it made him curious.There’s little in the way of interest for him nowadays, so to his surprise he found himself drawn to your exceedingly chaotic energy.

You ignored his inquiry as you continued to read, so he took the chance to study your appearance. You were by no means unpleasant to look at, and despite your disheveled appearance he couldn’t help but stare a little. The fact that you were so stubbornly pretending as if he didn’t exist was impressive really, and made him snicker a little.  The marvels of your face were in full force as your habit of narrating what you read bled through. The pretty pink of your lips formed words he wished to know, telling a story he began quite curiously wishing he was a part of. It wasn’t until the noise of the Whomping Willow still raging in the background rang through again before he snapped out of his daze. Looking back at the tree in embarrassment, he collected himself before turning back to you with a devilish grin.

“Are you insane?” he continued.

The stupid question made you flinch, and you carefully turned towards him again. Were you insane? You didn’t think so. Your stinging cheek and aching neck proved otherwise. By the way, why is he even talking to you? You couldn’t remember ever even having a conversation with this boy, yet he accuses you of being insane?

At this point, you already recognized who he was. The infamous Jeon Jungkook was right here in front of you, suspiciously antagonizing you. You don’t really know how to react. Your lips pursed and your eyes narrow, an expression that rang faint warning bells in Jungkook’s mind.

Sighing, you shook your head and pointed at him in accusation.

“You’re insane. How could you watch a young lady such as myself be attacked by such a violent creature without doing anything to help? Isn’t that dereliction of duty as a fellow student? Are all boys these days as pathetic as you?”

Completely caught off guard at the unexpected attack, he gaped at you. He didn’t even know you, yet you so easily accused him of dereliction of – of – what duty, exactly?

Did you just twist the entire situation into being his fault? His fault? And did you just call him pathetic?

Pathetic?

Him?

“Are you actually out of your mind?” he choked out, eyes bulging.

Jungook had never been called pathetic in his life, the word making his eyebrows furrow and his neck tense. You had to have been the most absurd person he’d ever met; there was no possible way to wrap his mind around how such an offensive girl with so many large screws loose was sorted into his house.

He jumped down from the tree, making his way towards where you sat. You had begun ignoring him again, going back to your book. He caught a glimpse of the name on the cover as you did so, The Count of Monte Cristo. He’d never heard of such a book before, but he’d also never heard of such a person as you, so of course your tastes would be eccentric as well.

You had leaves on your head from when the tree smacked you, he clocked in amusement. The book you held looked worn and well-loved, the pages wrinkling under your fingertips. You had pretty fingers, he also noted. The look in your eyes had seemed to finally calm down as you peacefully sat while you read, completely ignoring the Whomping Willow and its still ongoing tantrum.

The entire scene before him didn’t seem the slightest bit real, and Jungkook wondered in passing if it was part of your norm to say and do outrageous things without blinking.

“If one is indulging in the greatest revenge story of all time, then one must treat revenge not as insanity, but as a duty,” you said suddenly. He looked at you as if you had two heads, not knowing what to make of you or how to respond…

“Are you talking about you and the bloody tree?” he finally squawked out incredulously.

“Sit down, you’re blocking the sunlight,” you snapped impatiently. For whatever reason, Jungkook did as he was told, seating himself next to you.

This was his first genuine interaction he’s had with someone since his hyungs all graduated, and though out of character, he realized he wanted it to last a bit longer.

Just a little bit.

“So you’re saying torturing the Whomping Willow isn’t insane – it’s just your duty?” he asked incredulously.

“If I feel wronged, I see it justified to want to correct who wronged me.”

“With torture?”

“Did I actually harm it though? It nearly snapped my neck, I’d still be in the right if I did even more.”

“But…you won’t.”

You give him a wry smile, vaguely annoyed that you can’t enjoy your book but also enjoying the fact that you were actually conversing with someone.

Even if he was mildly insulting.

“I’m going to come here regularly to put it in its place,” you sniff. After all, it was only right to vent your frustrations a little more, right? Your emotions had been too pent up recently, this event being the catalyst to a complete meltdown.

You were embarrassed for someone to have witnessed said meltdown, but it’s far too late for regrets.

Jeon Jungkook smelled like mint, wood, and oranges, an odd combination, but not one you could say you disliked. He talked in a pout, like the entire world just existed in order to make him unhappy. So when the corners of his mouth lifted as he snickered at your response, you smiled as well.

You fully realized how insane you look, but you’re used to others judging you anyway.

“You’re something else,” he finally responds, shaking his head.

“No, I’m (Y/N),” you roll your eyes. After a beat of silence, you both snigger at the dumb statement.

And for a while, you two continued to sit there in silence, Jungkook picking at the grass as you read. It was nice, too nice. Your heartbeat gradually started to quicken as you became more self-conscious and hyperaware; you were entirely unused to spending time with someone your age in any way, shape, or form. Jungkook seemed lost in thought, his brow furrowing again as he nicked until the ground around him was bald. You took the time to study his features, everything about him being summed up in one word: pretty. He was just pretty, prettier than you, you thought. The reasons this pretty boy was gracing you with his present were still lost on you, but you didn’t mind it for the meantime.

“If you were curious,” you started. Why? You didn’t know. For Merlin’s sake, you were nervous.

“If you did read the greatest revenge story of all time, you’d understand why revenge is a duty to yourself and to the world.”

There you go again, with your matter-of-fact way of communicating, Jungkook thought.

You don’t speak as someone expressing an opinion, but as someone communicating a fact about the world.  Jungkook found that the odd things that came out of your mouth were made to seem as nothing but logical and just - the truth not just as you believed it to be, but as it was. It made him want to understand you, the girl who fought the Whomping Willow, in more detail.

Even now, he didn’t know why he kept talking to you. Well, he did – he found you interesting. That was the problem.

The only people Jungkook spoke to past necessity were his six hyungs – who had now all graduated and left him behind. The fact that he was now sitting with someone, a girl no less, and having an actual conversation was frustratingly perplexing. You, (Y/N),  smelled like vanilla and smoke, a combination so odd it made his head spin. So When you yet again say something completely outrageous as if it’s the greatest truth ever known, and as his senses began to pick up nothing but that cursed vanilla, Jungkook decided he’d had enough of being high off you.

“No thanks,” he replied, rising to his feet. He didn’t know what to expect in response, but it wasn’t you shoving the book into his hands before you bounded off, and definitely not before you flicked one last hex at that tree.

He clutched the book in his hands as he watched you walk away, finally coming to a conclusion about you.

You were definitely insane.

You quietly ate your dinner in the Great Hall, the chatter of your housemates a welcome distraction from thinking too hard about the events of your day. But foolishly enough, your mind still wandered to the pretty boy every now and then. You were vaguely aware that he sat somewhere amongst your housemates at this table, but you were too stubborn to look around for him. You knew you made quite the impression, but with the rumors you’d heard about Jeon Jungkook, you weren’t even sure if he’d acknowledge even knowing who you were at this point. And now that you’d given him your favorite book, you wanted nothing more than to head to the library to find new reading material. You decided to hasten your dinner, but unfortunately for you, the headmaster had other plans in mind.

Apparently, plans for your utter demise.

“Good evening students,”

Dumbledore had said beforehand that there was something he needed to discuss with the student body, a fact that you’d forgotten until now. You mentally groaned as you turned toward the old man, your escape plan flying out the window.

“It has come to my attention that the Whomping Willow has been vandalized,” he continued. You immediately stiffen, caught off guard. The other students begin whispering, mentions of the now colorful, volatile tree being thrown around. You wanted to literally die on the spot, more uncomfortable than you’d been when you realized that Jeon Jungkook had seen you.

It was one thing to be the center of attention, but another to be the center of attention with everyone still not knowing who you were. The notion made you uncomfortable, and just reminded you of the fact that you had no one here close enough to recognize you to begin with.

You suppose you should be happy that no one knew it was you, that way you can avoid trouble, but your heart felt heavy instead. You felt like a ghost in what was supposed to be your home for seven years…not that the ghosts here were the type you wanted to be particularly acquainted with.

You still remember the time Moaning Myrtle suggested you die alongside her so that at least you wouldn’t feel lonely…

You had stayed up the entire night that time researching how to successfully murder a ghost.

“Though I understand the willow can be a bit violent, vandalizing it in such a way shall not be tolerated. Please refrain from doing such acts in the future. If you must, avoid the area. If such an act is repeated, harsh discipline will follow. I trust you students will all behave accordingly.”

You thought your ears were playing tricks on you, but the murmurs of your classmates around you confirmed it. That uncontrollable giggling you thought you heard was coming from Jeon Jungkook himself, sat all the way at the far corner of the Slytherin table. A wide smile had broken the ever-present pout on his face, his head tilted down as he tried to control himself.

Suddenly looking up, he makes eye contact with your horrified countenance, and under the stares of shock and curiosity of his housemates, he throws his head back and guffaws.

You shoot up out of your seat and rush out of the Hall, past Jungkook who only laughed harder. How one singular person could make your heart beat this fast and make being seen, your greatest wish, feel this uncomfortable was beyond you. But you were sure of one thing:

That stupid tree attacked you, you were (technically) reprimanded for your revenge, and now you were being laughed at by the sole witness. The  embarrassment was enough to make you shiver.

Yeah, you were definitely going to sue this fucking school.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been more entertained by another person in his life. Or, at least not recently. Jungkook found himself genuinely questioning the stability of your emotions and thought process as he watched you storm out of the Great Hall. He was so focused on you and your antics that he didn’t notice all the eyes watching him after his outburst for quite a while.

“Jungkook, did something funny happen? I’d like to know too,” the girl sitting next to him finally questioned, batting her eyelashes coquettishly. Jungkook smoothly shifted his body away from her,  ignoring the invasive question. His thoughts were still on you, and how ridiculous your expression was. He’d been observing you from the very start of Dumbledore’s speech, and as the man went on, Jungkook found himself more and more amused at the annoyed, indignant look on your face. You, this girl he’d never even noticed before, had suddenly become so distracting that he even began to forget himself.

So distracting that, tipped over by the mortification on your face once the two of you finally made eye contact, he couldn’t help but explode into incredulous, tickled laughter. So distracting that he completely forgot that he, Jeon Jungkook, behaving in such a way was a distraction in of itself and would draw unwanted attention.

And as he finally calmed down and began to finish his dinner amongst the stares, the distraction that was you still plagued his mind even after he had long since left the Great Hall and wandered down the castle corridors. He should have gone farther and down several flights of the magical staircases to get to the Dungeons, but a glimpse of something to his left, outside of one of the windows, caught his attention.

Curiously approaching, a grin soon etched itself across his mouth as the far-off sight of the bespeckled Whomping Willow came into view. The tree was shaking it’s pink-and-orange leaves in anger, still triggered beyond belief at the day’s events.

Jungkook softly sniggered to himself, the sight giving him recall of yet another reminder of yours – the book you’d left with him. He felt around his robes for a bit before finally grasping it, pulling it out under the soft glow of the moonlight through the windowpane.

The pages of the book were well-worn, a nod to how often those pretty fingers of yours had leafed through its pages, he begrudgingly noticed.

The Count of Monte Cristo, as it was titled, promised a tale of grand revenge of the utmost satisfaction, according to the synopsis. Your neurotic insistence on living your life by said book’s principles came to mind, and for the first time in his life Jungkook became fascinated by something made by muggles.

Just as light reading material, he promised himself, tucking the book away safely before continuing his journey.

Jungkook didn’t expect to see you again, or at least not in any real capacity, but when Professor Flitwick was accidentally bitten by one of his numerous venomous plants, Professor Slughorn insisted that he was up to snuff and could take over the duties of both he and Flitwick, thus leading to the merger between the two classrooms.

Now this began a multitude of problems, the first being that Jungkook tended to avoid Slughorn like the plague. Slughorn’s love of geniuses led him to approach Jungkook when they crossed paths in Diagon Alley the summer before his third year. After refusing to take his class in a rather rude manner, Jungkook became the subject of Slughorn’s petty ire, the man insisting to anyone who’d listen how arrogant and questionable of a character he was.

Feud aside, Jungkook absolutely loathed the man, the stories of favoritism and incompetence leading him to view the glory-obsessed man as little more than an eyesore. He’d managed dodging him for three years now, but it seems his luck has finally run out.

The second cause of his problems was none other than the entirety of Gryffindor house itself, or at least the ones who’d managed to be coming along with Slughorn in this merger. Gryffindors were yet another thing he avoided like the plague, their brash, competitive nature often causing them to make bets on who could finally beat him or… who could finally get him.

At least the Hufflepuffs of Flitwick’s class were too shy or polite to actually try anything, but the frequent glances and loud whispers and red scarves reminded him that those days were over. At the very least, Slughorn’s class had also been a mixture with more Slytherins, and those of his house generally left him to his own devices for the most part.

Or so Jungkook thought, until he looks up and sees you bounding toward him in all your glory. No one had actually mustered up the courage to claim partnership with him for the year, the seat beside him in his new classroom currently empty. No, they were too busy daring each other into it or incessantly giggling. It had been all of thirty seconds since he sat his seat before he suddenly found you in his space.

His senses once again filled with vanilla and smoke, his eyes wide as he stared you down.

You were in this class? What were you doing? Why did you come to him?

“Is this seat taken?” You cut off his thought process smoothly, swiftly pulling the chair from out under the table. You looked more put together than when he last saw you, if that was saying anything. Jungkook couldn’t help but think back to the brutal, confident energy you exuded as the filthiest of words flew out of your mouth, the image of you and your wild eyes etched into his mind.

The confidence was still there, but the wildfire seemed to have been replaced with something cooler, more calculative as you sat beside him.

Jungkook had properly interacted with you all of one time and couldn’t get you out of his mind since, but now that you were sitting in front of him, approaching him first, anything he’d ever thought to have said had flown right out the window.

“You have something of mine. It’s been about a month, I assume you’re all done up, yeah?” You broke the silence again, reaching your hand out expectantly.

“What?” he said dumbly.

Your brows raise, and he swore to God he never felt so dumb under someone else’s gaze before. Holding your stare for a few moments, Jungkook swore he’d never been more red after he finally realized you were referring to your book.

“Oh, yeah. I have it, just not here.” he replied. He watched you as you let out a sigh, leaning back in your chair.

He honestly still couldn’t get past the fact that you actually sat next to him.

“Are you going to stay there?” he said uncomfortably, clocking the fact that half the class was watching their interaction with interest. You seemed to treat the jealous scowls of the others as air, making yourself comfortable as you began pulling out your Potions book.

“Where else am I going to go?” you drawled, gesturing to the rest of the classroom. It seems indeed as if everyone else had already found their seats amidst your conversation, but that didn’t stop those who were listening in.

“I’ll switch with you,” piped up a Gryffindor girl rather snidely. She looked vaguely familiar, but as the girl gave him a flirty smile Jungkook found it hard to even recall her name.

Her seatmate giggled as she jabbed her in the side, clearly at least partially the cause for her friend’s boldness.

He rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to you. But your attention was still on the girl, who had already gotten up and began gathering her books.

“Sit back down, Crumpet, before I hex you into oblivion.” you sneered.

“I’d like to see you try,” the girl snapped, promptly dropping her books onto your side of the table. Her hand reached for her wand, but yours was faster.

Before anyone could react, you’d charmed her books right as Slughorn walked into the classroom, pomp and circumstance and an annoyingly familiar narcissistic energy arriving with him.

Jungkook fought back the urge to roll his eyes again, still admittedly embroiled in the conflict between you and the Gryffindor girl. He could once again see a sliver of that same girl he saw that day in the current you, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to see how this played out.

He couldn’t help but to snicker when he saw what you did to Crumpet’s books, but it seemed the Professor, who’s eyes were now zeroed in on the three of you as Crumpet was still standing, was not as amused.

“Why now – what are you doing still standing? And who brought food into my classroom?” Slughorn looked outright offended, his hands making their way to his hips in a comical fashion.

Before anyone could say anything else, you smiled sweetly at the man before piping up,

“They’re Amanda’s, sir. Her signature, of course. She made them as a gift for you in appreciation for taking on the difficulties of managing two classes,” you exclaim, ignoring the other girl’s venomous stare.

“Ah! Well thank you, Miss Crumpet,” Slughorn lit up.

“The notion is very well appreciated. Now, if you may please take your seat.”

“O-Of course, Professor! It was my pleasure.” the Gryffindor stuttered out in panic.

The teacher proceeded as Amanda defeatedly made her way back to her original seat, and all the way until she sat down. He watched, and continued to watch, before his brows finally began to furrow.

“Miss Crumpet, where are your books?” Slughorn finally questioned. After a full minute of Amanda failing to find an answer, Slughorn’s hands once again found their way to his hips, and Jungkook’s nostrils couldn’t help but flare as he looked from Slughorn to you, who was watching your work with blatant fascination.

“Well now, this won’t do. I hope you don’t think I will favor you because of your gift,” Slughorn said unhappily. If there was one thing the man hated more than being rejected, it was being made to look bad. And if Slughorn arbitrarily decided as such, you could go from a hero right back to zero in his eyes.

Jungkook rolled his eyes for the upteenth time that day.

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave, Ms. Crumpet. Gifts will not allow you to escape punishment, children,” Slughorn loudly proclaimed, waving his finger around.

Amanda’s face had turned beet red, before she gathered her things in a hurry as the rest of the class looked on in silence. And just when he thought it was over, you proved that the portrait of the Fat Lady still had some wind in those pipes, and Jungkook nearly died.

“Don’t forget your crumpets,” you trill. You looked the picture of smug as the rest of the class looked at you in abject horror, determined not to cross you in this lifetime. Your reaction was petty, vindictive, and all the more frustrating, confusing, and technically harmless that Jungkook remembered. He was sure his own face was a similar shade to Amanda’s from holding in his laughter for so long.

“I’m going to kill you!” Amanda finally screeched, lunging.  

“Stupe–”

“Expelliarmus,” Once again, your hand was quicker, disarming the girl before she could complete her threat.

At this point, Slughorn looked as red as the rest of you, his hands clenched into little fists as he started wheezing out a response to Amanda’s outburst.

“How dare you! Out this instant! The audacity – to attack another student in front of me! The disrespect! I don’t want you back for the rest of the school year!”

The girl turned ashen, not saying another word as she hurried out of the classroom. Her friend tried to speak up for her, to no avail –

“Miss Crumpet can get her credit through thorough personal study instead. She shall still take her exams like the rest of you. If she cannot respect me or my classroom then she is no longer welcome,” Slughorn harrumphed, and that was that.

That was that, and the grin that stretched across Jungkook’s face mirrored yours as he – along with the rest of your classroom – decided that you were, indeed, insane.

You really didn’t mean to cause any trouble at first.

You weren’t exactly nice, so the other Houses were wary of you. You did happen to draw the line at bullying for no reason, so in turn your own House hated you. You were simply true to your own emotions, and little-miss-crumpet triggered your annoyance frighteningly so that day.

If there was one thing you hated, it was to be interrupted.

Following Crumpet’s dramatic exit, Slughorn was quite irritable afterwards. You in all your grace decided to quit while you were ahead, electing to stay quiet the rest of the class.

You could hear the occasional whisper of your classmates about your actions, but you honestly couldn’t care less. You were a friend to exactly zero of them, so you cared even less what they thought of you. For you, that ship sailed a long time ago. Nevertheless, you were still slightly uncomfortable over the frequent looks Jungkook would toss your way throughout the lesson.

Did he want you to actually switch with her? Does he not want to be your partner?

You were so used to being treated with disdain by your peers that you found it difficult to spot any other intentions – for better or worse. This has saved you a lot of bullshit dealing with some of the two-faced snakes of your House, but definitely didn’t help you to spot genuine interactions and intentions throughout the years. You’ve finally decided to resign yourself to the fact that you’d be alone during your stay at Hogwarts, so you couldn’t understand why exactly Jungkook’s reaction bothered you so much.

Given how riled up you’d already made Slughorn via the Crumpet girl, talking during the class would have been unwise, but Jungkook’s constant staring made you unsettled and paranoid. You had no idea what the boy was thinking, and from what you’ve gathered about how unsocial he is, maybe you really did piss him off by acting too friendly.

You were hyper aware of his presence all the way until the class ended. Every stolen glance you noticed a bit more about him. His bangs had been swept above his forehead, a single strand hanging stubbornly as he concentrated on his book. Jungkook had the tendency to silently narrate as he read, a quirk that he shared with you. The sight made you smile, and you noticed his plump bottom lip often rolled between his teeth.

He would fiddle with the pages as he read, silver rings glistening on his pale fingers. You wondered how they contrasted with your own, then further wondered if you’d finally lost it.

The thought abruptly ended your reverie.

The two of you sat in silence until the class cleared out, not knowing what to say. You gathered your books without another word from either you or Jungkook, who just quietly watched you from his seat.

Biting your own lip, you spun around and began marching to the door before you felt a squish as your foot slipped out from under you and you fell unceremoniously on your back. Your feet had damn near gone over your head, the pain registering a few moments later. The groan that left your body was ungodly, your mind disoriented and eyes blatantly confused. Your robes had also flown over your head in your fall, and in a tizzy you hurried to right yourself and fix your clothes. Jungkook watched you in your disheveled state with wide eyes, a look of his you’ve come to grow very familiar with.

You take a moment to stare down at the offending cause of your tumble - a golden crumpet, fallen to the floor during the escapade from earlier.

You look at the crumpet, then at Jungkook, who looked at the crumpet, then at you.

You watch his face slowly begin to morph before you shoot up and zoom out the door, a peal of loud laughter following your back.

As your earlier triumphant high faded into intense embarrassment – a crumpet! Of all things! You had one vindictive, petty, definitely not harmless thought on your mind –

That a muggle lawyer should be able to wipe the floor with a magical one, you supposed. Taking a cue from your father’s distant cousins, the Malfoys, you were sure you’d get the doors of this blasted place shuttered in no time.

*

You’d be lying if you said you saw it coming. It was one summer. One summer you gave to Jung Jaehyun in exchange for your heart.

You in all your teenage romanticism and delirium reckoned he was the love of your life, in all his brown haired and honey eyed glory. You’d kept those memories under lock and key for two years now, determined to never think about the boy again, let alone see him.

So when Jaehyun emerged into the Great Hall with an arm slung around Jungkook’s shoulders, part of you wondered if you’d finally gone as crazy as people claimed.

This was the same boy who swept you off your feet with copious amounts of charm enough to sway even McGonagall, the same boy who suddenly left and never spoke to you again.

When you looked at him then, you saw stars in his eyes. When you look at him now, he seems like a complete fucking devil in disguise.

You watch with thinly veiled disgust as the two sat at the far end of the table, chatting away. A red scarf was wrapped securely around Jaehyun’s neck, causing you to scoff at the irony.

Coward, you thought. The two ignored the looks being sent their way, too engrossed with their own conversation to notice anything else. This was the first time you’d seen Jungkook happy (outside when he was laughing at you), and you felt somewhat unnerved. You wished to see him smile a bit more often, as nice as it was. His ring adorned fingers were flitting about in the air as he animated whatever tale he was spinning for Jaehyun, the most expressive you’d ever seen him. Jungkook really was pretty, his chiseled jawline nicely complementing the softer features of his face. You’d long gotten used to the sound of his laugh, but right now, for some reason, you felt a discomfort at the sight of it being caused by Jaehyun of all people.

You honestly didn’t know which of the two it was directed toward.

You wanted to watch Jungkook in this rare state for a bit longer, but it seems as if Jaehyun finally noticed the holes you were burning into the sides of their faces. His head abruptly turned to level his gaze with yours.

It seemed as if time had stopped for a moment, rendering you the only two in the room. You watched the recognition light up behind his eyes, his face softening into something else – a smile, but something more. You couldn’t quite figure it out before the boy started gesturing towards you, calling your name loudly.

“(Y/N)!”

You locked eyes with Jungkook first, who looked back at you with shock. Then you face Jaehyun, who was already making his way toward you.

Jaehyun, the supposed… love of your life?

And you wish you had the guts of a cornered cat, but instead, like a cowardly mouse, you turned on your heels and ran away.

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Author’s Note: This is giving crack!fic vibes and I’m not sorry lol. I may make a tag list depending on how many people ask so go ahead! This will be a 3 part fic because I can’t do long series nor singular one shots apparently. Please comment, like, and reblog for encouragement!

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Amelea Barnes

Age: 13 yrs

Birthday: March 14th, 1978

House: Slytherin

Blood Status: Unknown for now

Personality: Becomes quite protective of those she loves, especially if they’re younger than her.

Physical: Shoulder-length pale brown hair, tanned skin, 1.60cm, Eyes with Heterochromia, one eye green and the other blue.

Fear: Snakes

Motivation: Being able to become a doctor

Prologue

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Amelea Barnes has always had a lot of problems with her family, leading her to have a lot of problems with herself. Those same problems made her parents leave her in the hands of her terrible grandmother Isabela. One day she received a strange letter, which told her that she had been accepted as a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, from that day her life has changed. Despite not understanding very well the concept of everything, she would give her all to make her teacher proud. There she would learn many incantations and various tricks. Even though she was a somewhat closed girl, she would make many friends, including a pair of red-haired twins.

Two years later, the famous Harry Potter, the boy who survived the terrible attack on his family, would enter the school. Amelea will not only meet new friends, but also secrets from her past that have been kept from her. A strange feeling has grown in her to want to protect her friends. Many challenges have arisen, the arrival of strange creatures and the return of the Dark Lord. A new family became present in her life thanks to the conviction of her friends. They will protect each other until the end of their days. They not only gave her a chance to be part of the family, but also to find the love of her life among them.

A big, dark secret is hidden by the ministry and the school board. Will Amelea be able to know the big secret about her that they have been keeping from her? Will she and her friends be able to survive the future that awaits them?

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Soon I will be uploading some chapters of what I have written of the series that I had told you about some time ago. I hope you like it because I'm putting a lot of effort into it. It's going to be quite a long series as you can see it will be about the person being all the years at Hogwarts, plus the problems and several secrets. I will continue writing it when I have the time, since I am very busy with this university thing. Again, I hope you like what I have already written.

0. The strange girl and the letter

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May 3, 1983

Mr. and Mrs. Barnes lived a normal life at 6 Magnolia Crescent, where outside the house they made believe they were a perfect family but inside the four walls they were demons.

Mr. Barnes was a doctor at the nearest hospital. A tall freckled man with dark hair resembling the color black. Mrs. Barnes was a housewife. A woman of short stature, red hair resembling fire, skin as white as paper and lips the same color as her hair, which made anyone who turned to look at her notice her lips. The Barnes had me, Amelea Barnes, they always made it clear to me what a terrible decision they made, which was to have me. They always compared me to the other children, telling me that I should be just as normal as they were. They said that because of my eyes, making me feel insecure about myself when I was 5 years old.

That is how at the age of 5 I was left in the hands of my paternal grandmother Isabela Barnes and nothing got better, or rather, worse. For years I suffered mistreatment from her, every day I heard the same phrase "you are good for nothing". During the years with her, my voice was muffled, I felt alone, no one understood me. I had no social life, I had no friends, everyone kept me away from the outside world as if they wanted to hide me from something, I didn't understand and I don't think I would ever understand it.

March 14, 1988

Today was my 10th birthday, I was still living with my grandmother Isabela and nothing has improved, the mistreatment continued and my spirits were disappearing more and more. I could see the window from my bed and the sky was not pretty at all, it was full of clouds, but it didn't look like a threat of rain. In a matter of seconds the day got worse just by hearing his voice.

— Come on, get up, you have to make breakfast! — Isabella shouted as she knocked furiously on the door.

That made me snort angrily.

— I said, get up!

— I'm coming, I'm coming! — I mumbled as I pulled the covers off my body, brushed my teeth in the bathroom before heading downstairs to the kitchen, watching as Grandma Isabela calmly read the newspaper. I rolled my eyes walking to the fridge to take out the eggs and bacon so I could fry them in a pan. My grandmother was a chubby woman with a large amount of dark hair covering her head and short neck. I placed the plates full of cooked eggs and bacon on the table and left again to toast the bread.

— Don't forget the peanut butter. — Grandma Isabela said without looking up from that boring newspaper.

I snorted again as I had done minutes ago in my room.

— What did you say? — she said raising her voice.

— Nothing...

I took the toasted breads to the table and looked for that peanut butter for grandma Isabela, I didn't feel like fighting with her today and even more knowing that she didn't remember my birthday, I don't think she has ever congratulated me nor anyone has ever celebrated it.

We ate in silence, I never looked up from my plate trying to eat as fast as possible so I could go back to my room to read one of my many books.

— Clean the dishes, I want everything as it was. — Grandma Isabela said as she got up from her chair with her newspaper in hand leaving her dirty dishes and the peanut butter container open. She walked through the narrow kitchen door leaving me at the table with half my plate still full. I threw the food in the trash can and began to clean up with no emotion on my face. I put the container back in the cupboard from which I had taken it and quickly walked back to my room.

My birthday was an ordinary day, nothing exciting, like every year after I started living with my grandmother Isabela, if my birthday fell on a weekday, I could miss that day of school, but I would rather be at school than in this hell under grandma's roof. She had the luxury of being present every moment to make everything worse, when I find friends, she has the task of taking them away from me, as if I were a flea dog, making me live alone, without any joy.

I would stand by my bedroom window with a book in hand after taking a shower. These were the best times where there was peace and quiet, no screaming, just me and my book. The day I once said it looked like it would not rain, it made a change of plans and it showed when from the sky there was a large light and then it made the roar of thunder causing me to startle and leave my book next to me.

I took my gaze to the courtyard, where the poor flowers that my grandmother Isabela "took care of" were, which I really took care of. In the distance I could see a small figure that I couldn't decipher, could it be a bird? No, it looks too big to be a bird. A dog? It could be, but I couldn't see the similarity. A cat? Possibly, but when I got ready to take a closer look at it, the rain began to fall harder, making that little figure run away.

Night fell and it was time for dinner, after breakfast I hadn't eaten, as grandma Isabela wouldn't allow me to, because I was a bad girl. I was in the kitchen already making dinner when grandma Isabela came through that narrow door, the floor was rumbling letting me know she was angry.

— Can you tell me what this is? — Grandma Isabela said in a loud tone as she threw a letter on the dining room table. I left some potatoes boiling and walked over to the table and frowned at the letter.

— The bill is expensive again, don't you have any consideration! — I could feel Grandma Isabela's saliva on my face when she started yelling at me in an aggressive manner.

— You don't allow me to use the light and you only allow me to bathe once a day, maybe you are the one who is overspending. — I tried to sound as calm as possible so I wouldn't get any more scolding, but that only made her even angrier.

— You know what? You've already overflowed the glass, I've had to put up with you for 4 years-

— 5 years. — I whispered.

— For 5 years and you've only been able to complain, I've given you everything, a roof to sleep under, food, water, studies, you're just a spoiled brat, a good-for-nothing. That's why your parents don't love you and left you!

I knew that none of that was real, I have never complained, yes I have a roof to sleep under, but food is limited to me and water too. I haven't heard from my parents since the day they left me with my chubby witch of a grandmother. Despite my parents' treatment, I would rather be with them than, with grandma, I never knew what I did wrong as to make them leave me completely. A sentence brought me out of my thoughts.

— You're leaving the house tonight, I can't stand you anymore, I don't care where you have to live, but I don't want you on my roof, get all your things out and before 10 o'clock, I want you out! — she screamed as she took the bill from the table again and headed to the door.

— You can't leave me like this grandma Isabela, I have nowhere to go. — I said in panic, again they wanted to take me out of the house, I couldn't stand another abandonment.

— I don't care, get out, I don't want to see your stupid face again, get lost from my sight! — With that he walked out of the kitchen leaving me with nerves and lots of boiling potatoes. I heard a door slam shut letting me know she had left the house. I ran out to my room leaving those potatoes on the fire, I didn't care about them anymore, I wasn't even hungry after that little argument. I looked around the house for suitcases so I could put my few clothes and books in them. Having two suitcases in hand, from the door I looked into the empty room.

I opened the front door and walked out of the house still listening to the water boiling the potatoes, nothing mattered to me anymore, I had dried tears on my cheeks and in my eyes there was no feeling. I just dragged my suitcases with me in search of some shelter while I recovered from everything that had happened.

March 14, 1989

It was my birthday again, exactly one year ago my grandmother Isabela had literally thrown me out of the house. Her voice and her words still echoed in my head. I found myself living in an alley, close to where I had lived, under some pieces of wood covering me from the hot sun, the rain and the night.

I had gone out a few minutes ago to the street in front of the alley in search of some food that I could find. Out of nowhere, or so I thought, an owl arrived with a letter in its beak, but what was an owl doing in the middle of the city? It left the letter in my hand before flying off back the way it had come.

Miss A. Barnes Alley 6 Magnolia Crescent Little Whinging Surrey

How did they know where I lived? That was very strange. The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald green ink. It had no stamp.

I turned it over so I could open it and noticed a purple wax seal with a coat of arms: a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake, surrounding a large letter H. I opened the letter carefully so as not to damage it and took out the letter so I could read it:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF MAGIC Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Head Wizard, Supreme Head, International International Confederation of Wizards).

Dear Ms. Barnes

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Magic. Please notice the list of required equipment and books.

Classes begin on September 1. We are waiting for your owl before July 31st.

Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress

My owl? What owl? I don't have an owl. Besides, there's no such thing as Magic School, and where is Hogwarts? I had never heard of a school by that name. My head was full of questions. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a small figure pass by me, I quickly looked up and saw a very beautiful tabby cat, it had an elegant demeanor. I approached him and when I was about to touch his head he ran off into the alley.

— Wait, don't go, my friend!

I went after him, forgetting the food I had picked up and still holding the letter in my hands. Instead of meeting that cat, I met a lady, who was wearing square glasses, her hair was in a bun.

— How did you get in here? — I said as I tried to look for that cat with my eyes.

— That cat would be me, my dear. — said that woman without any expression on her face.

— But you can't be a cat if you are human. — I answered confused.

— That doesn't matter, you got the letter, I see. — She said as she looked at my hands which were holding the letter.

— I think you are wrong, there is no Hogwarts School, and there is no such thing as magic. — I looked over the letter again.

— There is, my dear, and you are one of the many chosen to study there.

— Chosen?

— You are a witch, Miss Barnes.

— Me? A witch? You must be mistaken. — I said with a frown as I shook my head. - I can't be a witch, I'm just an ordinary girl.

— You're much more than that, and you'll notice it soon enough.

My head had even more questions than when I was reading the letter. My mind did not know how to understand the information that the lady in front of me was telling me.

— My name is Professor McGonagall and I will be your guide during this time until you enter school.

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0.1 Diagon Alley

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July 28, 1989

Two months have passed since that crazy day in the alley. I learned that Professor McGonagall taught Transformations and was an animagus so she could shapeshift into a tabby cat. She, or rather Dumbledore, who was the headmaster of the school, put me up in a room, where I could eat whatever I wanted and bathe.

— Do you have the list of what you need? — asked the teacher as we walked towards a sealed brick wall.

— Yes, I have it here. — I took the paper out of my pocket to show her. — But wherever we're supposed to go, this wall is clearly sealed.

— Take a step back, Barnes. — He tapped three times on one of the bricks, three up and two horizontally. The brick he had hit moved strangely and from the middle of that brick wall a rather large hole appeared.

— How... did you do this? — my eyes were the size of soup plates.

— Magic, my dear. — she stepped through the hole into a large street full of stores, cauldrons and people shopping.

— Welcome to Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley? What a peculiar name. I followed the teacher's lead as I swung my head around trying to see every store. Spiders? They really are wizards if they fly on brooms. I had only heard of them from stories, they said they were bad people. Around me I could see several people my own age, maybe they were also new to this world. I was just hoping to meet someone who was just like me.

— Open the list, we have to start shopping. — said the teacher pulling me out of my thoughts, I unfolded the sheet and read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF MAGIC

UNIFORM First year students will need:

-Three plain working robes (black). -One pointed hat (black) for everyday wear. -One pair of protective gloves (dragon skin or similar). -One winter cloak (black, with silver clasps).

(All student clothing must have name tags on it).

BOOKS All students must have a copy of the following books:

-The Statutory Book of Spells (Class 1), Miranda Goshawk. -A History of Magic, Bathilda Bagshot. -Magical Theory, Adalbert Waffling. -A beginner's guide to transformation, Emeric Switch. -A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms, Phyllida Spore. -Filters and magic potions, Arsenius Jigger. -Fantastic Animals and Where to Find Them, Newt Scamander. -The Dark Forces. A guide to self-protection, Quentin Trimble.

REST OF THE EQUIPMENT

1 wand. 1 cauldron (pewter, size 2). 1 set of glass or crystal phials. 1 telescope. 1 set of brass scales.

Students may also bring an owl, cat or toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST GRADERS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE BROOMS OF THEIR OWN.

— Come on, there is a lot of shopping to do.

We were on our way to where I would buy my uniform, we already had almost everything, only my uniform, my wand and my mascot were missing. In a cart we carried the books, the scales, the cauldron, the sets of glass beads and the telescope. We entered Madame Mulkin's store, the sound of a bell announced our arrival, and a smiling and plump witch dressed in mauve welcomed us.

— Hogwarts? — she said as she looked at the teacher. — Nice to have you here. - the teacher nodded her head.

Madame Mulkin motioned for me to follow her and I didn't move until the teacher gave me a gentle push.

— Go, my dear, it will be quick. — I nodded before following Madame Mulkin to a footstool, which she made me climb onto. She slipped a robe over my head and began to measure and mark the appropriate length.

Again I heard the bell on the door letting us know that someone else had arrived.

— I'll get you your uniform as quickly as possible, beautiful. — she said and then approached those who had arrived. — Ah the Weasleys, nice to have you here again.

With some trepidation I turned and saw a family, they had red hair, they looked like carrots. Two boys who looked like twins passed by where I was, both on a footstool, waiting for Madame Mulkin to finish with my uniform. I think I was staring at them for a while because I saw a hand move in front of my face.

— Are you all right? — one of them said. — Do we have something on our faces? — replied the other.

I shook my head apologetically under my breath.

— It's all ready, beautiful.

Without further ado I thanked him and got down from the stool with some haste, I saw how the teacher was talking to the red-haired lady and I approached her with some embarrassment.

— Can we go? — I said once I was next to Professor McGonagall. She said goodbye to the lady and then we left the store.

Our next stop was the wand shop. The store looked cramped and shabby, and above the door we could read in golden letters "Ollivander: maker of excellent wands since 382 B.C.". Already entering the store a bell could be heard ringing just like in Madame Mulkin's store. It looked like a library, but they were not books, they were thousands of narrow boxes, carefully stacked up to the ceiling.

— Good afternoon — said a gentleman with a kind voice.

I startled at the sound of the voice and the creaking of the floor. I looked at the teacher, but she was still with her emotionless face.

A gentleman with big pale eyes, they were very beautiful, they reminded me of the full moon. I gave him a small smile as I waited for him to continue talking.

— Ah, yes — said the man as he arranged a small mountain of narrow boxes. — Amelea... — the man looked behind me to where the teacher was and with a small smile returned his gaze to me. — Amelea Barnes. Nice to meet you. — I could see in his expression how he wanted to speak, but he refused to say it.

— Come on Ollivander, we need to make one more stop, this is no time for small talk. — Professor McGonagall said in her dry voice.

Mr. Ollivander cast a thoughtful glance. — Well, now, Amelea... Let me see. — From his pocket he took out a tape measure. With which arm do you hold the wand?

I've never had a wand, how would I know that? I decided to go by the hand with which I write and raised my left hand.

— With my left hand, sir... — I replied.

— Extend your arm, Amelea. — He measured from my shoulder to my finger, then from my wrist to my elbow, from my shoulder to the ground, from my knee to my armpit and around my head. It was all so fast. As he was mediating he was saying to me:

— Every Ollivander wand has a central core of a powerful magical substance. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feather and dragon heart nerves. No two Ollivander wands are alike, just as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are alike. And, of course, you will never get as good results with another wizard's wand.

As I was processing the information he had just given me I hadn't noticed that he was no longer standing next to me, but checking among the shelves, pulling out boxes, which I assumed that inside these narrow boxes were the wands. He opened a box and pulled out a wand.

— Okay, Amelea, try this one. Ebony wood and unicorn hair, twenty-one and a half centimeters. Springy. Go on, try it, wave it.

I took the wand with my left hand, I observed the details of it before waving it around. Seeing the failed attempt, he took the wand away from me and put it back in its box to keep looking for more.

— No... Yew wood with a phoenix soul, twenty-eight centimeters, inflexible flexibility. An unusual combination.

He handed me the wand and the second I held it in my hand a warmth came to my fingers. I waved the wand in the air and some green lights appeared and hit the wall.

— Bravo, it's the right one... Well, well, well, it's quite curious...

I took the wand from my hand and put it back in its box and then wrapped it in wrapping paper while still mumbling: "Curious... quite curious".

— Excuse me, but... what's so curious, sir? — I said in a soft tone as I watched him wrap the box.

He looked up and locked his gaze with mine.

— I remember every wand I've ever sold, Miss Barnes. Every single wand. It turns out that your wand is quite powerful, but quite damaging if it falls into the wrong hands. Yew wands are the rarest to see, whoever possesses it are likewise unusual. It has the great reputation of giving its wielder the great power of life and death. — Before he could continue speaking, the teacher interrupted him.

— That's all, Ollivander, you've said too much, look how the poor girl has turned out. — she mentioned at my still and confused state. — Thank you very much. — said the teacher as she handed him the coins.

We left the place and headed towards the pet store.

— Don't pay too much attention to him, dear, she just likes to talk too much.

I nodded at her words, I tried to get his words out of my mind, but the last sentence still echoed, "They have the great reputation of giving their possessor the great power of life and death". What did he mean by that?

We arrived at a shop, Owl Emporium.

— Wait for me here, I'll go buy your owl. — She disappeared into the store. I leaned back on the cart carrying my things, waiting for her to return.

A few minutes later, the teacher came out with a cage in her hands, a small brown owl with white dots, its eyes were open yellow.

— His name is Howard, take him as a birthday present. Come on, you have everything, you must rest after this day.

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