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mastermind, part two
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“Alright, that’s enough! Shut it!” I yell from my position in front of the conversing Gryffindors.
At my shout they all shut their mouths.
Finally, thank God.
“Alright now listen to me,” I say to the Gryffindors as I pace the field with rain falling all over me, getting in my eyes and drenching my uniform and hair, “Just because you go lucky enough to be selected for the Quidditch team last year does not guarantee you a spot in for this year. Last year our team was absolutely abominable, we lost to Hufflepuff of all teams. Now that I’m Captain I’m not losing to any team especially not Slytherin. Play fair and play well. The official team will be posted on the common room notice board by Friday night. Have fun.”
And with that everyone takes off into the air and starts playing, some noticeably better than others.
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After playing for a whole round,and freshening up, the boys and I meet up with Hermione in the library to study.
“Hey, how were trials?” Hermione lifts her head out of a big dusty book and looks up to see us walking towards us, Ron looking like he was going to collapse any second and Harry with a rare skip in his step.
“They were surprisingly good, loads of potential. We’ll definitely get the house cup this year and our Ron here might just be our new keeper.” I say as I put my arm around Ron’s and he puts his head on my shoulder from exhaustion.
“Yeah ‘Mione, you should’ve seen me on the pitch today, I was absolutely unstoppable…Oh! And by the way,” Helifts his head from my shoulder and looks at me, “You know that Cormac McLaggen guy?”
“Yes…?” I respond, unsure of where this conversation will go.
“Do you think you’d want to go out with him?”
I’m caught off guard with hi s question and stutter my response, “W-what? I…I don’t know, I mean…maybe? I don’t know. What, why?”
“He asked me to hook you guys up on the pitch earlier and I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t want to actually go out with him before I bash his head against a wall.”
Harry grabs a couple of books from different shelves and puts them down on our table.
I laugh before answering, “No Ron don’t worry about bashing his head, I don’t know him that well, maybe he’s a good guy, I might go out with him or I might not, we’ll see.”
Ron and Harry had always been like brothers to me. And Ron was especially always overprotective. We’d spent almost all of our childhood together his family and I, since I hated being in my h̶o̶m̶e̶ house so much, the Weasley’s had almost taken me in as one of their own and I never felt any more or less than them. I would stay at either their house or at Sirius’, making all of us that much closer.
“Hey Y/N?” Harry says slowly, looking at something behind me. “Why is Nott glaring at you?”
“What?” I say, confused, as I turn around to find the dark haired boy glaring at me, his quill half snapped in his strong hold. We hold eye contact for a second before he breaks away, turns to Blaise besides him, picks up his things and quickly strides out the library, his cologne lingering as he passes me.
“That’s strange.” Hermione recites my thoughts.
“Right? What’s his deal? Anyway,” Ron says before turning to Harry but my thoughts linger to that moment.
What’s going on?
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About a week later in potions, Theo won’t even look at me much rather talk.
“Hello? What’s your deal?” I whisper, waving my quill in front of his blue eyes trying to catch his attention.
He breaks away from his daze and (finally) meets my eyes.
“Hm? What? No I’m fine.” He says, resting his head on his fist and looking ahead at Slughorn explaining the reaction of something.
I furrow my brows.
“Upset with how well our team is doing? I bet you can already tell we’ll kick your Slytherin arses.” I smirk at him but he doesn’t seem to notice my remark and has that laid out look in his eyes again.
“Theo?” I say more gently and brush my hand against his arm lightly.
He immediately flinces away in…pain? Which only worries me further.
Did I do something wrong?
He blinks a few times before meeting my eyes with his blue ones and I can see a slight hint of pain in them as they get slightly glassy.
“Theo what’s wrong?” I say again in the same quiet gentle tone. Luckily we're at the back of the dark room and everyone else is too immersed in Slughorn’s lecture to notice us.
“I…” He starts off, “I’m not sure, I just- I don’t know.” He pauses for a moment before looking away, blinking his eyes and returning, “It’s nothing I’m…I’m fine don’t worry.” he flashes me a forced smile which only deepens my frown.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, of course. And for the record, we’re gonna win this Friday.” he smirks at me, going back to his normal state.
“What? No way, have you even seen your team? And anyway with you as captain, we’re sure to win.”
“Excuse me? We’ve got the best of the best this year, that house cup is ours.”
"With my level of quidditch experience, I can probably-"
"Even with that level of whatever, you're still 5”2."
"HEY-"
“Ahem.” Slughorn inturrepts me as everyone in the class looks back and I cower back into my seat with Theo trying to surperess his laugh in his hand.
Well. At least I made him smile.
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“God I hope it doesn’t rain.” Harry says from besides me, looking up at the sky nervously in anticipation of the match in less than five minutes.
“Yeah me too.” I say equally as nervous.
“Alright alright alright! Welcome everyone to the first match of the season. We’ve got the two best teams, in my opinion, sorry ravens and puffs, Gryffindor verses Slytherin!” Lee Jordan calls out from his mic.
“Now we want a nice, clean game alright?” Lee continues with the speech he’s forced to read out at every match and I lock eyes with sparkling blue ones across the field which are already staring back at me.
I mouth “We’re gonna win” at him an he smirks at me before mouthing back, “You’ve got no chance, love.”
“...Alright and with that, let the match begin!”
We all take into the air, getting into our positions almost immediately.
After almost an hour the snitch hasn’t been caught yet by either Harry or Draco and we’re tied 7-7.
Cormac flies up to me when everyone is slow and visibly tired having played non stop at full effort for a while and are all waiting for one of the seekers to catch the snitch.
“Hey Y/N, what are you doing tomorrow?” he asks casually, as if we’re not in the middle of a quidditch match.
“Huh? Oh I don’t know.” I respond trying to flat away to hit the bludger, until I’m followed by Cormac once again.
“Well I was just wondering, you know if you don’t have any plans then maybe you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me?”
“Yeah sure whatever Cormac.” I say trying to brush him off.
I need to focus on this game. I’ll deal with whatever this idiot’s blabbering on about later. Once we’ve won.
Cormac smiles and whispers a ‘yes!’ to himself and I look across to the goal post where I see Theo staring back at us with a look in his eyes.
It wasn’t anger but hurt?
I shot the bludger as hard as I could and scored another point at which time Harry had just caught the snitch. The crowd erupted into cheer and I should’ve been overjoyed like them but my mind was elsewhere.
What’s going on with him?
I land on the soft grass and am attacked by hugs from everyone around me.
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After freshening up I’m met by a drunk Hermione who tells me about a party in the Gryffindor common room celebrating our win.
“Ron’s planned it and of course he’s invited the whole Slytherin team as well and practically the whole school come to think of it. Anyways you know I’m not one for parties or anything like this but the boys have already given me enough polyjuice potion than my water weight so I kind of want to be there.” she suddenly erupts into a mess of giggles and I hold her up as we enter the Gryffindor common room.
It’s flooded with people but a few stand out to me. Harry and Ginny are on the sofa with Ron coming in between them a few of my friends are in small bunches here and there and Cormac is staring straight at me with a drink in his hand and a stupid smirk on his face.
Ew.
Hermione shouts over the music that she was going to get another drink and I scan the room for anyone available that I could talk to so I could avoid Cormac, and my eyes land on a figure reading a book and having a smoke in the corner of the room.
This should be fun.
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Beep.
I turn my head to look at the digital clock on my bedside. The red numbers reading 11:55.
Thoughts frenzy in my mind.
Should I go?
Is it a trap?
Will it put the others at risk?
My mind debates with itself for a few more minutes, dodging back and forth as my heart battles with the conscience in my mind.
11:56
11:57
11:58
11:59.
Fuck it.
I throw the duvet off of myself, slipping into my coat and shoes before apparating to Spinners’ End.
Nervousness chews at me as I walk up the hill to the lone tree on top. I see a tall figure in the moonlight, leaning on the tree smoking a cigarette.
Fuck.
Anxiety and hurt flow though me, chilling me to the bone alongside the cold weather.
I take a deep breath, rubbing my hands together in a weak attempt to warm them up and walk to the figure. The light from the cigarette illuminating his sharp features as he raises it to his mouth.
“Hey.” I say simply, causing him to turn around in alarm. He drops the cigarette and breathes heavily, staring at me with an ache in his eyes.
“Hey,” he whispers out breathily, his eyes fixed on mine.
I take a long look at him, noticing the circles around his eyes suggesting he hasn’t been sleeping well, and the sunken look of his cheekbones and neck revealing he hasn’t been eating routinely either.
“I…” He starts off quietly and clears his throat, not taking his eyes off me once, “Are you alright?”
I scoff and release a humourless laugh, “As if you fucking care Nott.”
He visibly flinches at the name. Hurt flashes though his eyes as he looks down in shame.
I sigh, looking down at my shoes and up at him again, “What do you want Nott? Why this secret meeting?”
“I needed to see you,” He responds plainly and adds on after seeing my pointed look, “And I need your help.”
“With what?” “I need to get out if that house, of that group, of that.” He says, frustrated, “I never wanted any of this but now I need your help getting out of it. I know I hurt you darling, and trust me I’ll never forgive myself for it but please, you’re the only one who can help me.”
I look up to the sky, debating his words. I won’t forgive him, I can’t but I can’t deny him of help either. I look up to see his blue eyes trained on me.
I sigh and answer, “I will help you. Not because I’m forgiving you Nott, I won’t forgive you. I can’t do that, you’ve hurt me too much. But I’m not going to depreive you of a better future either.”
Relief floods his body and it’s visible in the sigh he lets out and the big smile that appears on his face.
“I’ll need to tell Sirius and the others.”
“Oh no don’t worry, Draco’s already spoken to Sirius.”
I raise my eyebrows at his bravery. I decide to let it go becuase I’m cold and tired and tell him to follow me home.
“Come on then.” I grumble.
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The preparations for the wedding are in full swing now, with Bill and Fleur arriving later today. The wedding was planned to be in a few months but with the upcoming war and constant fear from all around us, we’ve decided to do it as soon as possible.
“Alright, everyone ready?” Mr Weasley shouts from his place at the foot of the tent, “Wands at the ready, and up!”
We all raise our wands and help Mr Weasley raise the tent for the wedding. It’s beautiful, pale white with lavender embellishments. And its huge inside, big enough to fit all our guests and then some.
I head up the stairs to help Hermione and Ginny get Fleur ready.
“Oh you look absolutely dazzling Fleur!” I squeal along with the giggling girls as Fleur comes out in her wedding dress.
“Just wait till Bill sees you, we'll need to get Madam Pomfrey!” Ginny adds.
“Merci les filles!” Fleur thanks as Hermione finishes her hair with a big smile.
Theres a knock on the door and I open it to reveal Mrs Weasley, “Oh Fleur darling you look beautiful! Girls what are you doing?! Go get ready, hurry up now the guests will be arriving any minute now!” Mrs Weasley pushes, Hermione, Ginny and I out the room to get ready.
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I’ve been avoiding Theodore all day today, at breakfast when he tried to sit next to me I shoved Harry down immediately to take up the seat. I avoided any eye contact he tried to make and ignored the numerous conversations people were having with him, everyones already loving him, especially Mrs Weasley, Sirius and Remus. Even Ron’s taken a liking to him. A Slytherin and Ron getting along? Unheard of.
I slip into my bridesmaid dress and call out for Hermione or Ginny to zip up my dress. Theres no response which concludes me to go looking around the house awkwardly, searching for someone to help me. My attention is drawn to outside, where almost everyone is setting up the last few flower bouquets and decorations. I walk into the kitchen to hopefully find Ron avoiding doing any jobs but am met with another figure.
Fuck.
I clear my throat to tear Theodore’s attention from the tea he was making from everyone, making him snap his head up. I see him looking at me up and down and I turn around before he has a chance to charm me with his eyes again.
“Zip me up will you?” I say, pulling my hair to the side to expose my back.
I hear Theodore’s footsteps come close to me and feel his cold fingers on the small of my back, taking hold of the zip and starting to pull up slowly.
I can feel his breath on my neck as he leans in and I can feel the heat from his body on my back, contrasting with the cold of his hands.
He reaches the top of the dress and before I can feel the brush of his soft lips on my neck, I walk away muttering a soft, “Thanks.”
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The wedding is going beautifully with the odd mishap here and there but its nothing Mrs Weasley can’t fix in the flick of her wand. Hermione, Ginny and I walk up the aisle, waiting for Fleur alongside Bill and his best men. We walk up slowly and in order and I catch Theodore’s eye as I reach the aisle. Something flashes in his eyes as he stares up at me from his place in the back of the room but my attention is diverted when everyone in front of him stands up, hiding him from my vision. Fleur walks up the aisle gracefully in her stunning white dress. Hermione starts to cry and I give her a handkerchief I had brought for this very situation. I can’t control my smile as Bill and Fleur take vows and first dance.
The whole wedding seems magical and is in full swing by now. People are chatting, drinking, swapping war stories or either making out in a dark corner. I excuse myself from a conversation by a dull man, something about the history of transfiguration and its impact on society, and go to the bar to get a drink.
“Firewhiskey please.” I say to the bartender, he doesn’t bother to look up at me as he passes me a glass.
“Hello.” A strong French accent catches me by surprise and I look to my left to find the voice.
A handsome young man, brunette with blue eyes and sharp features stares down at me from his height with a dimpled smile. I smile back and reply, “Hello.”
“I apologise Miss, but I feel as though we have met before? At the Triwizard Tournament a few years back?”
“Ah yes! You’re Thomas, aren't you?” My memory jogs back up to me as I take a sip of the whiskey in my hand as Thomas nods and says,
“Oui, my apologies, yes, I am Thomas. Y/n right?” he speaks in his deep voice, his accent already taking me in a trance the second he said my name.
“Yes that’s right. How’ve you been Thomas?” I reply, trying to flirt with him.
Thomas and I had gone out a few times in fourth year, he’d taken me to my first Yule Ball and we had shared a kiss under the mistletoe, but in all the frenzy of Voldemort coming back and Cedric Diggory dying, we’d lost contact of one another.
“I am very well thank you, how about you? Still so bad at dancing?” He jokes, remarking the moment at the Yule Ball when I had slightly tripped over myself in the middle of our dance.
I laugh and respond, “Why don’t we find out?”
He raises a brow at me and smirks, holding his hand out to me. I down the drink in my hand, placing the empty glass on the counter top and take his hand, smirking as he leads us to the dance floor.
We dance well, joking around and coming closer and closer each second until my eyes catch anothers on the other side of the room.
Theodore’s blue eyes burn holes though me as he doesnt look away. Not once though the many dances and talks Thomas and I share. Thomas excuses himself to leave for the restroom when Theodore makes him trip up and spill his glass of wine on himself and I gladly let him go, planning to talk to Theodore about his problem instead.
I walk over to him and see him drinking a glass of firewhiskey, leaning on one of the pillars, looking handsome as ever in his black and white robes and neat hair.
“What’s your issue?!” I shout roughly at him, seeing the shadow of a hidden smirk on his pink lips.
He sips his drink and replies plainly, “I don’t have an issue.”
“Oh come off it Nott. What are you playing at?” “I already told you, I dont have a problem. Go dance with Mr. Baguette again.”
I give him a disgusted look and shake my head before he pulls me behind the curtain with him by my arm, bringing me impossible close to him.
“What are you doing Theodore?” I whisper, the proximity of our bodies making my face flush and breath get shorter.
His dark eyes dart between my lips and eyes and I begin to realise the situation at hand. “Are you jealous Nott?” I say with a smirk, bringing my hands slowly up his bicep and seeing his eyes dart faster and breath get heavier.
“Of course I’m not. What do I have to be jealous of?” he replies, his hands going to the back of my neck, up to my hair and the other tightening its grip on the small of my back.
“You tell me.”
“Who were you dancing with? What’s his name” Theodore whispers.
“Thomas.”
A laugh escapes from Theodore as he leans his head back, making my eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I’m sorry, what’s so funny?” He gives me a look as to say, seriously?
“Darling…you can’t be that blind.”
I give him another confused look to which he replies, “He’s exactly like me.”
I push him off of me at that and rip the curtain away, now back in the dark corner in which Theodore follows.
“No think about it,” He carries on, “He’s got blue eyes and brown hair, he’s almost as tall as me, european too except I’m not a fucking frenchie. And he’s had his eyes on you this whole time. If you ask me darling I think you’re the one here who’s jealous.”
“What? Of course I’m not.” I say in absurdity.
“So you’d be fine if I made out with that girl over there.” He points to a veela across the room, making my hands form into fists and anger rise up in my chest.
“Yes. I would.” I grit out between my teeth, seeing his satisfied smirk only makes me angrier, “You know, I don’t get it. You leave me alone without any real communication for months, and then Draco shows up with some stupid note of yours and you ask for my help and you expect me to just be fine with everything. Like oh no Theo, you shattered my heart and broke my trust but don’t worry it’s all good, lets go have a picnic at the beach?” I finish my rant sarcastically, looking at Theodore to find the smugness wiped clear off his face, replaces by a cold hard expression.
“You know, I tried to make things fine between us, I did send you letters when I could and you know why I had to leave. I’ve already told you that I’m sorry for leaving, and I am, but if you want to keep being like this then fine. I will too.” he replies back coldly.
We stare at each other with fire behind our eyes, filled with frustration from the person in front of us and I’m about to make a snide remark until my voice is cut off by Kingsley Shacklebolt’s voice, the patronus silencing any other conversations and stealing everyones attention.
“The ministry has fallen. The Minister of Magic, is dead. They are coming. They are coming. They are coming.”
The patronus dies out, causing eveyrone to run and apparate left and right in fear.
Everything after the announcement is a blur. My breath gets heavier as I stay there, stunned. I’m broken out of my trance as I see Harry, Hermione and Ron try running towards one another. A hand grabs mine and I look up to find Theodore leading me towards the three, we’re all being pushed by Remus whos yelling at us to, “GO! GO!”. All of us have got our wands out by now and are summoning our patronus’ to fight back at the dementors taking swings at us until Hermione apparates us to a busy road.
We all yelp and run out of the way of a honking London bus, trying to comprehend the last sixty seconds as we breath heavily.
Theodore’s hand has a strong grip on mine as we all walk to the footpath, trying to find somehwere to change per Hermione’s demand. The busy city rages on, the bright billboards showing ads and people walking quickly here and there. We get many odd looks plus a few wolf whistles from a couple of drunk men on the street, to which Harry, Ron and Theodore stop, reaching for their wands or fists until Hermione and I remind them what’s more important.
“Where are we Hermione?” Ron asks, almost getting trampled on by a group of tourists. “Shaftsbury Avenue. I use to come to the theatre here with mum and dad.” Hermione replies, “I don’t know why I thought of it, it just popped into my head.”
We walk into a dark, empty ally and Hermione reaches into her small bag, it engulfs her entire arm as she pulls out ordinary clothes for each of us.
“How the ruddy…” Ron starts, as we all change into our clothes. “Undetectable extension charm.”
“Bloody brilliant you are.” Ron compliments Hermione, making Harry and I smirk as we change our shoes.
“Always the tone of surprise.”
“Come on,” Theodore says, walking up the ally a bit after we’ve all changed, “Let’s go here for a while. We can figure out what to do next.”
We all follow him to a depressive cafe. Blue lights everywhere and its mainly empty, spare the moody waitress.
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part eight done!! like i said, lowkey shitty but done whatsoever
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anyways this ones lowkey short and i dont like it at all but its okay guys bc next chapter will be much better dw 😋🤞🤞
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We entered the blue-lit cafe hesitantly, cautious of our whereabouts. Harry slid into the red booth first on one side, quickly followed by me and Theodore with Hermione and Ron on the other side.
“What about all the people at the wedding?” Harry spoke up, looking around at all of us in worry, “Do you think we should go back?”
“They were after you mate,” Ron said with a shake of his head, “We’d put everyone in danger by going back.”
The moody waitress walks up to our booth, leaning on one leg with headphones in her ears.
“Coffee?” she asks us with a huff, diverting our attention from one another to the menu above the counter.
“A cappuccino please.” Hermione asks politely to which the waitress agrees curtly before asking the rest of us.
“Uhm…what she said,” Ron answers.
“Same,” Harry says.
“Me too.” I nod.
“Yeah, same.” Theo agrees.
She quickly turns around and moves to go back to the kitchen to prepare the five drinks as we quickly return to our plan.
“So, where do we go from here? Leaky Cauldron?” Ron asks as soon as she’s out of sight.
“No, it’s too dangerous.” Hermione shakes her head, “If Voldemort has taken over the ministry then none of the places are safe.”
I look around as everyone debates to try and come up with a game plan and notice the peeling paint on the wall and the dirty coffee machines. But what catches my attention is the two strange burly men who trudge into the cafe. They look around sinisterly and fix their eyes for a moment with us. Theodore seems to catch my gaze, quickly followed by Harry as they both yell “Down!” as the men start shooting spells at us.
“Stupefy!”
“Expulso!”
“Expelliarmus!”
“Petrificus totalus!”
We shoot spells left and right at the two men until finally, they’re unconscious.
The waitress walks out in worry as Hermione yells at her to go, I oblivate her as she walks out the back door in a hurry.
“Lock the door, get the lights,” Harry commands as Hermione and I start to shut down the shop and Ron gathers the lights in his deluminator. Theo walks up beside Harry, both looking down at the man on the floor.
“This one’s name’s Rowle.” Harry speaks up, not taking his eyes off the man, “He was on the astronomy tower the night Snape killed Dumbledore.”
Hermione and I come up behind Theo and Harry as they walk over to join Ron as he says, “This is Dolohov. I recognise him from the wanted posters.”
“What should we do with them?” I ask, looking around at everyone's worried faces.
“They’d kill us if it were the other way round, why don’t we kill them too?” Ron speaks up angrily.
“If we kill them, they’d know we were here,” Theo says, trying to calm Ron down.
Ron shakes his head, turning around to face the rest of us as Hermione warns, “Ron…”
“No, Suppose he did Mad-eye. How’d you feel then?” he snaps.
“It’s better we just wipe their memories,” I say, earning agreeing nods from Theo, Hermione and Harry.
“Fine. Whatever, you’re the boss.” Ron says, thankfully calmer now.
Hermione performs the charms as I open one of the doors so we can leave, and we walk out into the icy breeze of mid-winter London.
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We dodge and push our way through the iconic London underground, dimly lit orange lights paving our way and regular chatter and train railings filling our ears.
“How’d they know where we were anyway?” Harry asks, almost bumping into a lady with a pram and quickly apologising afterwards.
“Maybe you still have the trace on you?” Hermione brainstorms as she pulls Ron from bashing into an elderly couple.
“Can't be. Trace breaks at 17, it's wizarding law.” Harry says shortly, attracting mine and Hermione’s attention.
“What?” he says after Hermione and I gasp.
“We didn’t celebrate your birthday Harry,” I say solemnly. “We’d made a cake, we were going to bring it out at the end of the wedding.”
“Look, guys, honestly, I really appreciate the thought but seeing as we were just nearly killed by death eaters in a muggle cafe…” he dodges a group of small boys running around.
“Right,” Hermione says looking ahead, “Priorities.”
I smile, looking at Ron, remembering the thing he’d said in first year about Hermione needing to get her priorities straight before two strong arms pull me towards them. I look up as we keep walking and Theo releases me from his hold, I give him a questioning look as he points behind him to a woman running away in a hurry, whom Theo had avoided me from colliding with.
I give him a tight smile and mutter thanks before linking arms with Hermione and walking faster than the boys, thinking about where we were going to go from here.
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“Hermione what’s for dinner?!” Ron yells across the huge tent from his room.
Hermione rolls her eyes and shouts back, “Soup!” as I laugh next to her, making tea and coffee for all of us. The tent is surprisingly comfortable with lots of room to move around and quite a relaxing ambiance which is useful for our constant nerves.
I pass Hermione her tea and carry the other cups to the living room where Harry and Theodore are, sitting on the sofas going over the plans for the next few weeks and trying to work out where the other horcruxes may be. Ron’s in his room trying to put his clothes away which is a first.
I take my cup of coffee from the table as the boys take theirs and sit in the armchair with the book Dumbledore gave her, reading it and re-reading it again and again as the night goes on. Harry and Theo’s conversations drone out as Hermione’s soup brings rest and my eyelids fall heavy.
I stir awake slightly when I feel Theo carry me to my room; I peek an eye at him as he takes my shoes off for me and tucks me in. He goes behind me and undoes my hair, brushing it gently and loosely attempting to braid it before pecking me on the cheek gently and leaving as quietly as he could.
The next morning I walk down to the kitchen to find Theo making breakfast for everyone. We haven’t spoken properly since last night at the wedding and even that conversation was cut short. He looks up at me with his watercolour eyes and flashes a soft smile which I return. I take a seat on one of the counters as he works, flipping pancakes and spreading nutella on others. He has soft music playing on the radio which helps make the silence less awkward. I decide to break it as I joke, “Since when did you learn to make pancakes?”
He looks up at me with a grin and looks back down to his pancake as he responds, “Since the day you told me you liked them.”
His response leaves me stunned and I look down thinking back to one of our morning study sessions in the library when I complained about how much I’d rather be eating a massive stack of pancakes at that moment rather than studying. He’d joked back to me with a sly smirk, ‘Is it so bad to be studying with me?’ to which I had responded by kissing him.
“Here.” His deep voice breaks me from my thoughts as I look down and see him with a plate of pancakes for me with my favourite toppings. The gesture floods me with nothing but bliss and I accept the plate, jumping down from the counter and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. I smirk as his neck reddens and he shoves me away jokingly to eat my food.
“So,” I start as we both sit next to one another on the large sofas, each nursing a plate of pancakes and a cup of coffee.
“So,” He responds, “Do you want some maple syrup?”
“Ew no, maple syrup with nutella? Theo are you mad, I’m not Ron.” I laugh as he joins in.
“What?” I say, noticing him falling quiet after a moment and staring at me.
“You called me Theo.” He says plainly with a slight grin, making me blush profusely.
Even though his leaving was heartbreaking for me, the fact that he came back and is trying to do better means the world to me. I thought I may have liked him before in Hogwarts, but reading all those letters he’d sent me day after day with no reciprocated response and seeing how gentle he had been with me these past few days and seeing him sitting across from me now laughing about another stupid joke I made had made me realise I’m falling for him. Hard.
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mastermind, part ten
(guys i just realised i’ve had this thing marinating in my drafts for like a day i swear i posted it omg i’m so sorry anyways💀💀💀)
i go back to school on monday im literally gonna cry i cant do this any more like💀💀
anyways i just kind of wanted to say that bc its literally depressing me now but heres part ten of mastermind😍🙌🙌
i hope you guys enjoy it and i kinda hate the ending but i have too man things ti revise for in school so…
anyways love you guys😘😘😘
warnings: kinda gruesome in the beginning (like a tiny bit) and hurt/comfort but i think thats it!!
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His hands are frantic inside the sheets, trying to find your body. The damp hair falling into his eyes makes it difficult to see and his labored breathing isn’t helping either.
He sits up after feeling the cold side of the bed and shoves his hair back. His nightmares have only gotten worse the closer to Voldemort you get, memories from his father, leaving you, from the manor and fears of losing you plagued his mind every day. You were normally the only one to drag him from this kind of torture, keeping him close to your chest and speaking soothing phrases into his hair as your fingertips traced their own tattoos on his skin. But ever since he left that night he hasn’t felt that warmth and any progress you two had made in helping him get better was quickly washed away. Sometimes he’d be so distracted from the horrors he’d still think you were there; however even when his eyes adjust to the moonlit room you’re still nowhere to be seen, the spot on the bed empty and cold.
He throws off the blankets and grabs his wand on the desk next to the bed, frantic. He shakes the thoughts from his head. This was exactly like his nightmare, he’d awoken to discover you missing from his bed, only to find your bloody body laying on another bed.
He doesn’t even bother calling for help, his focus is on finding you, and quick.
The tent is eerily quiet tonight…or was it early morning? He couldn’t tell. He has a death grip on his wand, clenching so tightly that his knuckles turn white. He goes down the stairs, the cool air of the house causing the hair on his neck to stand and his fear grow. He tries to calm down, assume with a clean mind how and where to find you, but the nightmare was too vibrant, everytime he’d closed his eyes to try to take a chilled breath all he noticed turned into your lifeless eyes.
He can hear the crackling of the fire in the living room when he reaches the lowest of the steps, the warm light drawing him closer.
He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding while he sees you curled up on the massive sofa under a warm blanket with a book in your hands. You look up on the sound, alarmed, but your eyes quickly soften once they see Theo.
He watches your eyes go from adoring to confused when you notice the wand in his hand, pointing straight at you.
Something’s wrong. You can immediately tell by his stance, rigid and stiff, not like he always is when hes just woken up, all soft and cuddly. His hair is a mess and from where you’re sitting across the room you can see his chest heaving.
“Theo?” your stomach drops. What’s going on? Was someone hurt? You quickly throw the blanket off, ready to rush over to him when his shoulders drop with relief. He tosses the wand to the armchair next to him as he stalks forward quickly.
You walk toward him as he comes in contact with you, holding you tightly, engulfing you into him as he kisses the top of your head and buries his head in your neck. You can feel his heart racing a million miles an hour as he breathes in deep, trying to calm down before his breathing got worse.
You tuck him into yourself, dropping the book you were reading to the floor beside you as your hand immediately finds his back, beginning your path, soothing circles into the firm muscle, the other carding through his wet and tangled hair. He pulls away for a second, eyes erratically scanning over you like they’re checking for wounds. And maybe they are, maybe he just needs to know that you are unharmed and in one piece, unlike whatever he had witnessed in his sleep.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You murmur when his heart rate has slowed down. His grip on you is still tight, clinging to you. If there was something wrong with Harry, Hermione or Ron or an attack on your tent he would’ve said already. You hadn’t completely forgiven Theo for that night but your heart still pangs with guilt for not being there for him when he tore himself from the nightmare, that while he was in pain, you were sitting here reading comfortably.
He shakes his head. Maybe not now, but tomorrow, when it’s not as fresh he’ll let you know what transpired in his terror, what shook him to his very core.
“It burns,” he says, pointing to his mark. You move your hands from their place on his back and trace the skin around the mark, providing relief that courses through his body.
For now though, on the comfortable sofa in the sitting room, he nestled closer to you, letting your hands soothe him back into a peaceful slumber.
For the first time in months, Theodore Nott had finally found comfort being back in your arms.
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The next day, Hermione and Ron had made milkshakes, chocolate and strawberry. They had also made a massive mess in the kitchen with their incessant arguments.
These were the only times you’d get to enjoy some times with your friends, you’d discover.
You sat on the kitchen counter next to Theo as he made burgers and fries for the two of you, the other three had left after finishing their milkshakes to talk to Mr. Lovegood.
“No add extra cheese on mine, it’ll taste good.” You added from your place up high, sipping the shake as Theo nods and says,
“Yes ma’am,”
Before walking over to the fridge to get extra cheese slices out to put in your burger.
“Do you think things would’ve been different if we hadn’t had this whole war?” You speak up, inturrepting the music in the background.
“In what sense?” Theo asks, plating the food.
“Like…do you think we would’ve still like…” you stall trying to find the polite words as Theo raises his eyebrows, looking confused.
“Hooked up, there I said it.” You say rolling your eyes at his laughter over your choice of words.
“Oh my gosh baby,” He says between laughs as you eventually join in, “Yes! Of course we would’ve. What, do you think it took a war for me to come back to you? I would’ve come anyway, there’s no way I’m letting you go like that. Wouldn’t have left anyways. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you but you’re it for me Y/n. You’re it.”
His watercolour eyes stare deeply into yours as he comes closer, the food and laughter long forgotten as you engulf him in a hug as he apologies again for leaving. His apologies are unending, as are your kisses on his neck in final acceptance.
After what feels like hours, you two finally break away from the hold as Theo brings the plates to the living room where you’ve already set up a movie and picked a place on the sofa.
You both lay next on opposite sides of the sofa, watching the movie as you eat, legs tangled together in comfort as you warm up your body with his.
“Can I have a taste of your burger?” You ask after a few minutes.
He nods and leans over and helps you take a bite of his food, he watches as your eyes light up and you smile at him sheepishly. He rolls his eyes with a grin before trading your plate with his.
“Thanks Teddy, yours tastes a million times better!” You give him a kiss on the cheek as he trades the plates and return to your movie, completely missing the adoration in Theo’s eyes at the nickname.
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It’s a few hours after and you are now comfortably napping in Theo’s arms as the movie plays in the background.
Harry, Hermione and Ron had returned ages ago but thought it’d be best to give you two some time alone.
As always, your comfort is cut short when you hear Hermione’s shrill scream, awaking you with a jolt, doing the same to Theo as he instinctively tightens his grip around you.
“What’s going on?” He asks as Ron runs in, the two of you quickly standing and grabbing your wands, “They’re back. The Snatchers are back, run!” Ron shouts as the three of you run out to help Hermione.
But she’s long gone. As is Harry.
“Ron! Theo!” You shout in panic, turning to your left to find Ron gone as well, only deepening your fear.
You shoot spells at the Snatchers until you hear, “Crucio!” from your right.
Everything’s moving too quickly and you barley have any time to react before something, or rather someone pushes you to the ground.
As you get up off the autumn leaves, wand ready to shoot at anyone in sight you see all the Snatchers disapparating. You shift your eyes down to the ground to see who had saved you from the unforgivable curse.
A sharp gasp escapes your lips as you quickly stumble to his place on the grounds, shaking and thrashing around in pain, trying to console it best he could as he claws his mark in agony and soft, painful whimpers escape his pink lips.
“No no no no no, Theo what have you done?” You whisper, straddling him and holding his face in your hands to try lessen the pain as tears escape your eyes.
“Shh, it's okay, it's okay Theo, they’re gone now, you’ll be fine.” You try comfort him, bringing his head into your chest, remembering that providing comfort is the only way to ease the cruciatus curse.
His breathing calms down after a while as you try and shield him from the cold air fluttering around you as you both cry into each others arms. Theo pulls away, staring into your eyes with his ever-captivating ones and says determinedly, “I’m not losing you. Not like this, not now, not ever. Never again, you hear me? I’ve already lost you once and I’ll be damned if I ever let you get hurt or lose you again. God baby, I just got you back I can’t let go of you now.”
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part ten done! lmk what you think and maybe repost if you want to it really helps🤡🫶🏽🫶🏽
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girlllllll... chapter eleven WHEN😭😭😭
guys i’m genuinly so sorry for this like💔💔
i have public exams from may-july (kms) but i’m trying so hard to keep writing mastermind and hopefully something should be out today or tomorrow or smth im just not sure how to end it or when but it’s fine ill figure it out
ps. i also have smth new in the works to distract myself from my crippling grades so keep an eye out for that (both the new thing and my downfall)😍🙏🏽
heyy…hi..how y’all doing….🤡🤡
no listen i genuinly owe you guys the FATTEST apology ever like pls im so sorry i haven’t uploaded since like OCTOBER last year….
it’s june..
anyways good news is, i only have one more week left of gcses (thank God, im so sick of this) and i finish my last exam on june 14th🥳🤪🫦🎀✨🙌👥😘⁉️😂💯🇮🇹‼️
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anywyas for now like until next friday i did write a bit for chapter 11 and like its fine to read by itself but its not a massive chapter it’s quite short so do you guys want to read it now or shall i just add chapter 12 in it too and make it proper long?
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mastermind, part eleven
we’re so back,
last gcse on friday AND bridgerton AND euros???😟😟 getting spoiled stoppp😍😍
goodness gracious im so sick and tired of this exam rubbish gosh i cant wait to be done😫😫,
anyways if you’re reading this rn im eternally grateful to you bc the way i wouldve left if i was you…
no but seriously i love you guys so so much😕😕, this is a very short one (apologies) bc its the first time ive written since like last year (we’re ignoring that) and i really hope you enjoy the scraps ive put together while on no sleep for the past 72 hours. as a result (look at me using exam terminology in my day to day life😋) there may be some typos or like whole sections that arent meant to be there so very sorry for that, i think it should be fine though
anyways have a great day/night, pls pls pls lmk what you think of it and PLEASE send me requests for absolutely anything🙏🙏🙏
warnings: none i think!!
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“Here,” Theo hands me a sandwich he had managed to make with the little supplies we had left, “You need to eat something.”
I absent-mindedly take the plate from him and take a bite as he sits besides me on the tattered sofa and grabs the radio on the table, fiddling around with it.
“They’ll be okay darling,” he reassures for the millionth time, switching between stations, “I promise.”
I look to him with glassy eyes and lean my head on his shoulder as he kisses the top of my head.
He finally finds the right channel and holds my hand as I continue to eat the sandwich. We listen out for any news of our families or Harry, Ron and Hermione.
Theo and I had been moving around, camping here and there for a few months now. Lord knows where the other three had gotten to. Looking for them would be foolish and most likely unfruitful under these circumstances. Theo had been comforting me and making sure I sustained myself this whole time, I don’t really know what I’d’ve done without him.
“Theo, can I ask you something out of the blue?” I asked him as he lifted a cup of tea to his lips, raising his eyebrows and humming, “Do you still love me?” I questioned in a way that wasn’t accusatory, but rather of wonder.
His eyes glassed over slightly as he put his cup away and looked to me with a confused- almost offended expression. “Why would you ask that?”
“I don’t know we just haven’t been this close and alone since.. The Yule Ball and I wasn’t sure where we stood.” I shrugged, trying to read his thoughts.
“Tesoro,” he started “I look for you in every crowd, I search for your eyes in the nature around me. I savour and stretch any moment we have together. I endlessly shame myself for leaving you that day, but it was a necessary evil. I couldn’t let you get hurt. Not even a little bit. I lett you patch me up after fights even when I don’t like people helping me. I talk to you about my mother and father and I take delight in all your accomplishments. I love the way you talk to me, I love the way you are and I am eternally grateful that you’ve forgiven me somehow.”
I look at him with teary eyes and big smile on my face as he recisprocates and grabs my face in his warm hands smiling at me, “Doubt whether stars are fire; or the sun moves across the sky; or truth itself be a liar; but never doubt whether I love you.”
I kiss him softly.
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“Hey I wanted to ask you,” I began as the smooth chatter of the radio fades into the background and he looks at me with his blue eyes, “Do you think we should go back to Grimmauld place? I mean it’d be a lot safer than us being in the middle of fucking nowhere, we’d be able to see everyone else and we’re running out of supplies anyways.”
Just as Theo opened his mouth to respond, a letter flew into the tent in front of us as Theo and I instinctively grabbed our wands before seeing the parchment.
Theo gives me a confused look as I say, “Who’d know we were here?” and grabs the envelope.
He opens it cautiously as I keep my wand pointed at it, just in case, and starts to read the contents aloud.
“Dearest Y/n, it pains me to have to invite you to this bloodbath or anywhere near it but I am doing so with The Order’s direct command. We are all either stationed or arriving to Hogwarts for the upcoming battle, you and Theodore should get here as soon as possible, and please darling at least for my sake, try and keep out of danger. I cannot say much at this point but you must get here quickly. Come to your common room and when you arrive, I’ll be there. Yours, Sirius.”
Theo and I stand in silence for a few minutes, rereading the letter again and again until Theo backs away and starts preparing a bag big enough for one. I break out of my gaze and collect some of my things I need to bring and pass them to Theo to put in the bag but all he does is give me a look of confusion.
“What’s this for?”
“My things?”
Something crosses Theo’s face before he hides it with a blank look, he returns to his packing and clears his throat before saying, “No, you need to stay here.”
“What?” I say, astounded at his words, “What do you mean stay here?! I’m coming with you, Sirius told both of us to come.”
He abruptly stopped packing and sighed, giving me a look of desperation and exhaustion. “Listen to me,” he begged, stepping closer and taking my hands in his slightly shaky ones, “You need to stay here. You’ve already been though too much and if Bellatrix sees you I have no idea what she’ll do but I will not risk your safety. Not ever. So please darling, please listen to me for once and stay here.”
“Theo that’s so unreasonable, what if I’m in-”
“If you are in danger,” he breaks me off “Go to Grimmauld Place and send me a patronus immediately. If you come to Hogwarts with me, I’d be worrying about you the entire time anyways, and you’d be targeted along with Harry.”
“What if you get hurt?” I ask, shoving my thoughts aside for a moment, lowering my voice at the thought.
He pauses, staring at my eyes, his swimming in hesitancy, “Darling I’d rather it be me than you.”
“Theo-” he kisses me suddenly before I can protest, he runs his hands though my hair and the other on the small of my back. He kisses me for the first time, and he kisses me as though its our last.
He breaks away and looks at me with teary eyes,
“Sei il mio cuore, la mia vita, il mio unico e solo pensiero.”
You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.
He looks lovingly into my eyes as though trying to memorise every detail about me before rolling is eyes, sighing and blinking tears away as he smiles and looks to the ceiling before bringing me to his chest and saying, “I know you.”
I look up at him with confusion as he holds me in his arms, his hands on either side of my waist as he looks down at me, “I know you, and I know that you’re going to come to Hogwarts anyway. No matter what I say.”
He smiles at me sadly as I snicker in his chest amongst tears, “But I swear if you hurt yourself,” he warns, resting his chin on the top of my head.
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LOLL that was so shit im so sorry...
anyways im so happy i FINALLY got this out like omggg it had been a MINUTE...
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