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A star so bright Part 5

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The party was in full swing. People were already getting drunk and dancing to the loud music blasting from the invisible speakers. A small group were sitting on the couches which were pushed further towards the wall to make room for the dance floor, playing truth or truth with Veritaserum. 

Fred was standing next to the drinks table with a perfect view of the entrance. Although he knew she probably would not arrive in the next few minutes as she liked to be “fashionably late” as she called it, he could not help but wait only for her. And he knew she would come. She always did. She lived for those evenings and parties. The overbearing music so loud you could not hear your own thoughts. The deep bass vibrating through your body. The Alcohol making you loose control over your body and disconnect from reality. Ara once told him how much she enjoyed just dancing and forgetting. Closing ones eyes and only feeling the rumble of the music, no thought loud enough to overtone the music. That was the first time that she actually said something she meant. Before she always seemed bored and almost robotic when she talked. In that moment Fred did not just see the Slytherin Princess he fancied. He saw her as who she really was. With an identity and some part of her personality to call her own. 

So he waited for Ara. Even if it meant missing most of the party standing in the corner like a wanker.

It took about another 40 Minutes of standing and staring at the door that Ara Black arrived with her Syltherin friends and her younger cousin Malfoy.

Fred knew firsthand that Avery and Nott were merely her friends but still when Nott leaned down to whisper in her ear and held her waist while doing so, Fred could not help himself. His feet had a will of their own, carrying him towards the Group of Slytherins. 

As if she sensed his arrival Ara swiveled around to look at Freds approaching Form with creased eyebrows. Sighing loudly and crossing her arms she raised her head and avoided his eyes when he finally arrived in front of them.

“Hey, Love. What about a drink? I got your favorite, Golden Gin.” Grinning widely Fred stepped into Aras personal space making Notts Hand fall of her waist and searched her Face for some sign of recognition that she is somewhat interested.

Looking sideways at a group of dancing Hufflepuff girls seemingly no older than fourth year, Ara avoided his honey eyes that always seem to melt away her cold exterior.

“Weasley. I am sure i can find the drinks myself. Thanks.” Words seemingly nonchalant but the harsh undertone of her voice made Freds smile falter and his hands fall back to his sides from where he slowly made a move to pull the girl in.

Of course he wasn’t new to this behaviour, as Ara always seemed distant and cold after spending close to three months at her Familys home with absolutely no contact to Fred or her non Slytherin friends. It was always a hard time for Fred to get her real self to come out and show itself. And although he is used to having to work in getting her shell to crack once more for him, he feels as if something is different this timme around. Something has changed. Nott and Avery are more on guard, Malfoy seems quieter and not as annoying, even Parkinson seems to have been hushed in her usual aggravating personality.

“Ara Love, can we talk? Alone?” Fred added the as an afterthought to his request while eyeing the other Slytherin students standing around Ara as if to shield her from any oncoming harm.

Several seconds passed by before Ara caught his eyes and nodded to her friends that it was fine. One last worried glance from Nott and Avery and Ara was standing alone with Fred Weasley in the middle of the lions den.

“Tell me, Love. What happened.” Fred started his questioning without pause the second they were out of earshot.

“Nothing, Weasley. I am just not in the mood for talking.” Aras answer seemed rehearsed and bland to Fred. Not the usual answer he would get from her after three torturous months of only her dreaded family as company. Usually she would be exhausted and drained and loved Freds soft and love filled approach to her sunken in self. Now she seems annoyed and not amused by his trying to help her.

Confusion clear on his face and worry etched into his eyes, Fred searched her eyes for any hint that she wanted him to help, to make her feel better. While Ara simply rolled her eyes and sidestepped him in attempt to rejoin her friends.

Getting absoluetly plastered seemed like a good idea in that moment to the Black heiress so before joining her friends at the couches Ara grabbed two bottles of Golden Gin and made her way over to them. Golden Gin, as it is produced with magic had a certain kick to it that Ara had always enjoyed and needed especially now. Freds Honey eyes looking in hers with that kicked puppy dog look just made her want to rip her eyes out and cut her throat so she would never have to say anything causing that look ever again.

Plumping onto the velvet red couch between Nott and Avery Ara sighed and took a long swig straight out of the bottle. Nott only eyed her worriedly but didn't comment whatsoever on her behavior as did no one else out of their group. They all experienced firsthand what this summer did to all of them. Deciding their futures and ruining any chance at independence all five of them were in desperate need to forget and party this night. Avery was the one to take the second bottle out of her hands while Ara was still chugging the first bottle, now almost a quarter done. Nott finally pried the bottle from her lips gently only to take a small controlled sip and then passing it on to Malfoy. It was quiet between the group except for Parkinson whispering into Dracos ear to which he only hummed disinterestedly.

Around them the room was buzzing with conversation, dancing, laughing while playing stupid games and most of all flirting. Avery seemed to notice this first and decidedly clapped his now free hands together to get the groups attention.

“Well, I don't know about you old sour hogs, but I will not be all glum and sad this night. Lets play a game to drink even quicker and get even drunker. Hows that sound?”

It was rather unusual for Avery to be the one everyone listens to and motivate and activate them into doing what he wants. But just this once everyone agreed and did what he suggested. Play drinking games to get pissed off their asses and forget all their troubles.

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A Star so Bright part 4

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Salazar's royals, was what the whole student body of Hogwarts knew their group of friends as.

Jackson Avery, their resident cheeky bastard. He was widely known for his witty comebacks and smug comments. Jackson was also a bit of a man whore. Hearts got broken left and right around him and he thrived in the chaos of crying girls and feisty cat fights. Though the female population thought he just simply enjoyed being a heartless fuck boy. But his friends knew the real reason. He was one of them, and a heir. Being the oldest and only son of a pure blooded family came with rules and responsibilities. And one of them was marrying a pure blooded witch and continuing the lineage. The second he graduates Hogwarts he will be pushed into a loveless, but powerful marriage. So knowing that falling in love would only hurt in the end and that time was running out, slowly but surely, he was only using what little time he had left to do as he desired. Pure blooded Families were old school but one thing that changed over time was loyalty. Back in the day of their grandparents, the wives were bound to their husband and only their husband for the rest of their lives. But Husbands had the luxury of adultery. Without any consequences. They could do as they pleased and it was normal and even expected of them to regularly visit witching bordellos. Nowadays, Pure blooded families didn't want the risk of having bastard children or worse half blood children. So Jackson Avery was counting his days numbering them by the girls he shagged.

Of course Ara's cousin Draco Malfoy was apart of their group. His platinum blonde hair and black suit that he always seemed to wear whenever he wasn't in his school robes. Despite being a year younger than the rest of them (Except for Parkinson) everyone knew he was one of the smartest of their group but what made him even more recognizable was his hatred for Hermione Granger. Honestly Ara thought it was almost obsessive to the point of Draco spying on her and her little troupe of golden boys. Dreaming of one day beating her in their little game of ´who did it better´ It was shameful and made his hard exterior crack every time she answered a question just a little bit faster than he did.

Everywhere Draco went a certain Pansy Parkinson wasn't far behind. The whole school knew of her possessive infatuation with Draco. Even though they weren't even in a relationship she was convinced that they belonged together. She went as far as one would dare to make sure Draco would end up with her. Once in their third year Draco kissed a girl in the year above them during a game of spinning Puffskin. The next day the girls eyebrows were gone and her lips were a disgusting green color. Madam Pomfrey was able to change it only after three days. Three days of torment and gossip from the whole school. Personally Ara thought it to be quite childish and weak. To let ones emotions direct ones actions. Though that train of thought soon changed.

Theodore Nott was the last in their inner circle. There were more that Ara considered close acquaintances, but Theo, Jackson, Draco and unfortunately Pansy, were a close knit group. And getting inside of their inner circle required more than friendship. Theodore Nott was the oldest Son of Lorelei and Atlas Nott and also the sole heir. His little sisters Annabeth and Hanelore Nott went to Beauxbatons where his mother went in her young years. His father insisted that his only son learn more than silly dances and dinner etiquette. His words. Theodore was at first glance cold, detached and quiet. Also he was what people considered to be Ara's personal bodyguard. He was the first to throw himself into danger for her safety and the first to take the blame when she got herself into trouble. The two grew up closer than Ara and her cousin. The were raised in the same Village in Nord-Ireland and being the only pure-blooded families near by, they were only ever allowed to play together. The Notts are deeply indebted to the Blacks since Arcturus Black saved Cantankerous from shame and being disowned when they were young. The Blacks also stood by the Notts after the shameful Scandal of ´26. So it only made sense after years of being pushed to follow and listen to the only Black heiress of their generation, that Theo became Ara's most trusted and most loyal friend. The Blacks were also the first name documented in the holy script of the Sacred Twenty-Eight written by Cantankerous Notts father himself.

Ara Black. The name held many synonyms. Cruel, intelligent, perfect pure-blood daughter, Slytherin Princess and many more. But since the beginning of fifth year there was one name that came to context with hers the most. Fred Weasley.

Gryffindors resident jokester and Quidditch hero. His flaming red hair, hand me down robes and many siblings made him who he was. But Ara Black made him into who he always wished to be. He felt strong and brave and so fucking special. Fred would've never thought that Ara Black the girl he has dreamed about since he first saw her on their very first day at Hogwarts be in his arms. And willingly! Sure, it took about five years to get her to give him a chance. But when she finally did, it felt like magic. Fred Weasely feels like he knows what muggles mean when they say the word “magic.” They don’t mean spells or wands or cauldrons—well, okay, yes, sometimes they do. But in those moments when the word slips out of them, all quiet and reverent, like they can’t help it, that’s something different. Fred knows that, because it’s what he feels when she is looking at him with those lovely icy grey eyes. Magic.

Year after year Fred Weasely tried every trick in the book of love. Every week on Monday morning during breakfast, Fred would get his twins assistance in serenading to his one true love. Since the first break after having laid eyes on Ara for the first time and then missing her for three whole weeks during the Christmas holidays, Fred decided to make it known what he felt. Even if eleven year old Fred Weasley didn't really understand what he felt. He had to tell her. He had to tell everyone. And for years he pined for the girl who didn't want anything to do with him. His friends and family, even his twin berated him for liking a Slytherin. Especially their unreachable perfect little princess. But Fred didn't give up and in fourth year after almost failing three of his classes he asked Professor McGonagall to assign him a tutor. His Mothers idea. McGonagall, ever the matchmaker, decided Ara Black was the perfect tutor for Fred Weasley.

Only three months later and Fred Weasley got the privilege to have his dreams come true and kiss and hold the girl in his arms whenever he wanted. It was an unusual Monday morning considering that every student and teacher haven't witnessed a quiet Monday since before Fred entered Hogwarts. So it was quiet and everyone was looking around for a certain redhead or the muse of his serenades. When the Great Halls doors opened slowly to reveal a blushing Ara Black and Fred Weasley smiling so big one would think his face might break any second Hogwarts held their breath till Ara pulled Fred into a quick kiss and swiftly stepped towards her friends at the Slytherin table. The whole of Hogwarts gasped collectively before Gryffindor jumped into action and surrounded the smug looking boy and Slytherin quietly judged their pretty perfect princess. It was unheard of. A Pure blooded Slytherin and a blood traitor Gryffindor being involved. And although if her mother were to ever find out she was sure to be dead before you can say ´Mudblood´ Ara wasn't worried. Because being a Black meant she could even go out with a lowly squib and no one would even dare utter a bad word against her. Considering she held the power in her perfectly manicured hands to make or break someone in the pure-blooded Wizarding community. Still just to be safe, she made sure to send out a warning to her fellow Pure-blooded maniacs. Mainly to have a little much needed fun. Although her type of fun wearied a lot. She didn't want anyone to think that just because she blushed and kissed a boy meant she was some ordinary love struck girl.

She was Ara Black. The sole heiress to the Black empire. The direct descendant of Morgana Le Fey, otherwise known as Merlin's biggest rival and the most powerful witch to ever exist. And Ara had plans to be great. Maybe even greater than Morgana herself. She knew she was the only one that could achieve coming even close to the great Morgana Le Fey. And she would do anything to achieve her goals.

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A Star so bright part 3

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Not even two hours later the compartment next to them got so rowdy, Ara could swear she felt the ground under her boot clad feet vibrate from their loud laughter and screaming. Draco seemed to share her sentiment and gritted his teeth as he gripped his book tighter making sure it didn't drop.

After her talk with Avery, Ara's cousin and his ever loyal puppy following after him entered their compartment and joined the two. Shortly after Theodore Nott, another member of their little group followed. His dark brown hair looked to be styled to perfection and his black dress shirt and trousers were pressed and without a hair on them. He was always groomed to be the perfect heir of the prestigious Nott family and other than Ara who changed her clothes and behavior the second she gets far enough away from her mother, he never once let that facade slip. Even when he drank or was high off his horses he managed to be exactly what his parents wanted and expected of him. She imagined it must be exhausting. Ara could barely survive the summer with her mother, always playing the part of her perfect little Pure blood princess. In a way she admired Notts strength and stamina.

“What the fuck is going on over there?!” Draco seemed agitated and that more than usual. Maybe the combined annoyance from the people next door and Parkinsons clingy hands and shrill voice made the young Malfoy so aggravated.

“Nott.” Nodding her head slightly in direction of the compartments entrance Ara Black smoothed her skirt before getting on her way. The simple word made Theo rise from his seat in front of her and wait till she exited first before following after the girl. Without touching the door it slid open and closed behind Theo with a soft click.

“Watch for prefects and make sure that noisy git Avery doesn't interrupt me.”

Nodding his head Theodore stood his place between the two compartments and looked casually down the hallway, keeping one hand on their own compartment to make sure Jackson couldn't come out.

Avery always made witty comments and was too smug for his own good. That always got into Ara's way when she taught other students a lesson. The last time he managed to slip into the middle of the commotion everyone got so distracted that the snake charm Theo cursed got out of control and for almost three days the entire castle was snake infested. Dumbledore even had to get exterminators. It also landed their whole group, including Ara in detention for three weeks.

With a wave of her wandless hand Ara made the other compartment door slam open so hard she saw the screws vibrating from the force. The noise inside immediately ceased and six pairs of eyes landed on her. Two of whom had what she assumed were containers to create bubbles which was the season their compartment was overflowing with them. She recognized all of them the second she got a look inside but what made her stop in her tracks was a certain Gryffindor with a growing smile slipping on his handsome face. Before he could say anything Ara groaned and closed her eyes while rubbing her temple with one hand.

Not daring to look into his eyes once more she spoke with a cold and detached voice.

“For once in your sad fucking lives shut the fuck up, there are some people trying to enjoy their last few moments of piece before we have to look at your unpleasant faces all year long.”

Her wand raised then she nodded once before turning on her heals and exiting quickly. Before closing the door she let the bubbles pop with a wave of her hand and made sure their container spilled out so that the laps of George and Lee got wet and sticky.

Grinning lightly hearing the commotion after the door closed inside the compartment Ara was satisfied and waited a second to catch her breath.

Seeing him so soon after not having any contact for two and a half months took her breath away a little too harshly. He looked as handsome as ever. He grew his hair out a little bit so that it flopped on his forehead and she could see he worked out during summer. His arms seemed bigger and his shoulders just that tiny bit wider. Merlin, he looked even better than when she saw him last.

Hearing the door slide shut again she jumped before turning and coming face to face with the red headed boy she so dearly missed over the last few months. His body leaned casually against their Compartment door and his hands were behind his back where his back would touch the foggy glass door.

Ara almost mirrored his position though her back was pressed tightly into the glass behind herself and her hands were by her sides, one of them gripping her wand tightly. He slowly pushed himself off and stepped cautiously toward the Black girl, never breaking eye contact. Ara pressed herself more into the door and began to raise her hand with the wand pointed to his chest. He didn't stop. He didn't even look at her wand. She grew nervous and her heart started to beat so loudly she feared Nott could hear it.

Nott! She searched for the person in question with her eyes before just making out a slight grin on his lips and disappearing into their own compartment. She huffed loudly and mumbled ´traitor´ under her breath.

A deep chuckle pulled her out of her revenge planning and made her eyes connect with light brown ones. They were so close to hers that she could see their golden rings that lined his iris´. Merlin she missed watching his face when his lips were pulled into a lazy grin and his chest heaved from how hard he was breathing and even his nose that was twitching as if he was trying to find her scent.

When she first noticed this about him, she didn't talk to him for three days because she thought he found her breath disgusting or that she smelled. After avoiding him and his friends for three long days, he cornered her into talking to him and when she reluctantly told him what she thought she knew with an angry front, he only laughed. He laughed and pulled her into his arms before lowering his head into her neck and taking such a deep breath her skin clung to his nose. Surprised she yelped and tried pushing him off. Of course she could've gotten him off of her but she never once was able to raise her wand against him with the actual intention of jinxing him. And he knew that. He only tightened his hold and whispered against her skin how much he missed her sour lemony aroma and begged her to never rid the privilege from him of being the only one to hold her close enough to know exactly what she smelled like. It was embarrassing honestly. Everything about him made her insecure and Ara Black has never been insecure before, about anything. But she couldn't resist. Something about him made her vulnerable and she loved it. Being weak was her biggest fear, but with him it almost felt comfortable.

Coming back to reality she noticed his hand on her cheek and almost out of instinct she leaned into him. She didn't even notice that he lowered her raised hand and how she loosened her hold on her wand, almost letting it slip. The second he was close enough to her face he leaned closer so that their lips touched and brushed against each other. He always did this. Waiting for her to kiss him first. He would come so agonizingly close and hold her so strongly she felt him breathing through their chests that were pressed against each other.

He always gave her the power. Fred knew just how much she lacked in that department at home and how desperately she clung to every ounce given to her. For Ara there was not much. Her mother and now the Dark Lord held Aras life and consequently her free will over her in almost every aspect. Fred knew of that and valued giving up any and all of his free will to satisfy Ara with it. So he always made sure she kissed him first. She made the decision. She held the power.

Finally she couldn't hold it in anymore and kissed him. She sighed deeply into his mouth when he pressed back. Gripping his hair and his back, she let her nails dig into his skin and scalp just the way she knew he liked. His left hand gripped her waist just a centimeter above her bum and his right on her neck and the side of her face.

Ara Black has had a lot of things gifted to her, her family name held power and money so Ara always got anything she wanted if money could pay for it. She had never had to ask for a dress or jewelry or books or if she wanted to go somewhere. She got it with only a look that said she held mild interest. Somehow it was her mothers way for keeping her daughter exactly where she wanted her. She was extremely privileged and she knew it. She knew the power she held. But power always came with a price. 

For Ara that price was Fred Weasley. The boy she would give everything up for. The boy who held her heart in his hands and had more power than Ara ever let anyone hold. She gave him her everything and would let him crush her if he only wanted to. But she knew he wasn't like her family or friends or anyone else she knew and associated with. He was good and pure and so incredibly brave. 

Braver than she could ever be. If he was there that summer in her family manor. He would have said no. He would have fought and done his best to save her. He would have died and he would have done it without fear and without any hesitation. But she wasn't like him. She was a coward. A privileged, scared coward. And she knew. Merlin, she knew that their days together were numbered. And how she wished that it wasn't like that. Ara just wished she had time. She wished to be brave.

Fred deepened their kiss and slipped his tongue into her mouth moaning at her taste. She always tasted like sherbet lemons. After tasting her lips for the first time, Fred swore himself that he would never eat sherbet lemons again. He never wanted to taste that again without it being from Ara Blacks lips and mouth. He dreamed of her taste and her scent and Merlin her Bum was his favorite. Her plumb and round bum. He loved just always having one hand on it. Especially if she wore those tight jean trousers with the pockets on her cheeks. He loved putting one of his hands inside that pocket at all times and squeezing in the middle of the hallway while he walked her to her next class. Watching her small jump and her cute angry face while she slapped his arm lightly. But he always saw the little curve on her lips and the blush on her cheeks.

“Fred.” Ara tried saying his name sternly, but what came out was a breathy moan of his name that only made his grin wider and his lips to move to her neck. Kissing, biting and licking the skin on the side of her neck.

“Eh Fred?” A voice from behind Fred made Ara push Fred´s face out of her shoulder and jump away from him. Before she could go too far Fred circled his arms around her waist and pulled her back to his front. Letting his head rest on her shoulder he hummed quietly in acknowledgement to his sister in front of him. Ara felt the color climb from her ears to her face and with wide eyes looked at Ginny, Fred's little and only sister.

Her brother Fred never let his eyes wander from the girl in his arms as his sister coughed once more and tried desperately to get his attention.

Wiggling out of his arms and turning to glare at him, Ara finally was able to get his arms to loosen around her. Fred raised his arms and let her go with the biggest cheeky smile she had ever seen on his face. She huffed into his face with creased eyebrows and fixed her hair while maintaining the stern eye contact.

“I missed you, darling. Especially those wonderful lips of yours.” He winked and only watched as she lifted her nose in the air and swiftly made her way inside of her compartment.

Sighing lovingly while staring longingly at the place she was last he slumped against the door himself and shortly after followed his sister into their own compartment.

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A Star so Bright part 2

 Link to part 1: https://at.tumblr.com/cassiewolfstar/a-star-so-bright-fred-weasley-x-oc/j3cvdjcf5xtw

Ara knew that her new occupation as Voldemort's little warrior would be demanding and the last week of summer proved her right. Forced into obeying and participating in their horrid cause of action was enough to know she was a lost cause. She always had expectations of a future, living in some small country far away with the people she loves, doing what she loves. Now? Now she knew that those expectations were mere dreams and would always stay that. Ara knew she was doomed to die before the war even ended.

Every second after that realization felt as if she wasted years of precious time. And even then most days she would lay in bed staring at the ceiling all day until she was called by the man himself.

Finally, she thought, after saying her farewell to her mother and stepping on the train that would take her and many others to Hogwarts for another school year.

Ara was quick as she made her way through the train to find an empty cabin staying behind some tall seven years. She still held her head high with a hard expression etched onto her face.

“Black! Oi, Black!” Hearing her last name being called from behind her she groaned before switching her pace and hurrying to overtake the seven years. This proved to be harder than expected and inwardly Ara cursed herself for being so stupid and trapping herself evidently. Sighing once more Ara stopped and waited with crossed arms for the person who called her. Which turned out to be Jackson Avery, one of the only people she truly trusted with her life and who was stuck in the very same situation as herself. Although Jackson, in contrast to herself gave it his best to use every second of freedom they still had. He was there that night which gave her just a tiny bit of comfort in that moment.

“Avery.” Her features unchanging as she continued down the train without even looking in his direction.

“Listen, Black. What happened this summer will not affect our education. We can still be happy about class ending early and the delicious food at dinner and even that stupid boy of yours,” Before he could finish that sentence he was suddenly pushed against a compartment door with an arm over his neck and a wand pointed at his face. Ara's face was hovering just behind her wand and her blank stare was transformed into a glare. The shriek of surprise that left his mouth matched those of inside the compartment behind his back.

“Listen, Avery.” She started mocking his voice from earlier, before lowering her voice to a threatening tone.

“That ´stupid boy of mine´ and everything involving him is my concern and only mine. And what happened this summer is not to be spoken, about with anyone. Do you understand?”

After seeing his slight nod she drove him once more forcefully against the door, backed away and casually continued on after readjusting her blouse.

Jackson shook his head and straightened his clothes before jumping after the Black heiress with a slight skip in his step as he always did.

“So did you see Greengras and her new hair? I personally think it looks more like a Bundimum than anything else.” His casual words indicated that the message went through his thick skull and the tension gone as if it had never been present.

After a few more minutes of searching they found an empty compartment. Unfortunately it seemed the one next to the empty one was full to the brim with loud and annoying students. Rolling her eyes Ara stepped inside and tossed her handbag into the corner before slumping down the seats. If her mother could see her now, she would probably punish her for sitting and behaving like a barbarian with fungus between their legs. An Analogy her mother loved to use. 

But she wasn't here and she couldn't see her daughter, so Ara did as she pleased man spreading her legs and slumping so low her back was as straight as Professor Lupin, who by the way was incredibly gay.

“So tell me Jackson, what is the plan for this year? Any parties I should know about?”  Merlin, how she missed the Hogwarts parties. Muggles just never quite partied like wizards and witches in Hogwarts. It was tradition almost for her and Jackson to sneak out once a week during summer holiday to party with the muggles. It started when they turned 14 and were taking a walk after a particularly hard evening at Ara's home which held death eater meetings regularly. They reached the border to the human civilization many hours into their late night walk. A house filled with young muggles and loud music booming took their interest immediately. The following years they started exploring clubs and different bars deeper inside the muggle town.

Although she loved the parties where no one knew her name and her family, especially their reputation, muggle alcohol and drugs were boring in comparison to what wizards produced.

“There is the start of year party...” He seemed to hesitate for a second before he caught Ara's raised eyebrow

“The Gryffindors are hosting this year.” He mumbled quickly while glancing around the room and wincing when he heard her inhale deeply.

“I was gonna see him there anyway, just now its in lion territory. I will just have to avoid him or even...” The Black girl bit her lip, not daring to finish that sentence. Somehow it hurt to even just think about it.

“Break up? With him?” His words got even quieter but now he looked into her eyes. He continued before she got angry again.

“I just mean, You cant keep it a secret from him forever. You bear the mark, he is gonna see it eventually.” His words were more than plausible and she knew it. But still. She didn't know if she wanted that. Scratch that she definitely didn't want that. How could she though?

“I know.” Was her only reply.

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A Star so bright (Fred weasley x oc)

It wasn't until she was about seven years old that she ever felt weak. She was always under the impression that she could conquer all. She always felt like the strongest person on earth. At least till she turned seven. The day of her sevens birthday could easily be described as the worst day of her life. Having grown up in a household filled with love, kindness and compassion she had everything a kid could wish for in life. And then it was all gone in just one short moment.

In that moment her father was taken from her. Brutally murdered and ripped right out of her grasp. Not even given enough time to process the horror of losing her parent, she was suddenly thrust into the hands of a complete stranger. At least to her that woman was a stranger. Never had she thought the same person who her father described as the love of his life, could be so scarring. Being sent to her biological mother on the same day she suddenly learned what it meant to be weak. To have so little say and control in her own life made her absolutely terrified. At least to begin with she was scared. Years later she had learned to behave the way her mother wanted to and do what she forced her to do. Being the oldest and only heir to a high standing pure blooded family came with responsibilities and duties as her mother repeatedly told her. Doing her best at all times to avoid feeling like that day, to avoid feeling lost, helpless and above all, weak, she learned to harden and bury herself over the years.

Now, ten years later she felt it all over again. That helpless feeling of being too weak to handle the situation. So there she was once again. Shock flowing through her veins and tears sitting on her eyelids waiting to be released. This time around she knew to not let it show though. To not let them know how much it hurt, how she felt in that moment. She clenched her jaw and frowned her brows before straightening and blanking her face of any emotion.

After staring straight into those burning red eyes she let her hands form fists before slowly raising her lower arm in his direction. The moment he spoke the incantation her arm started shaking and shivering from the immense pain. It felt like a million small bugs ripping and clawing their way through her flesh only to finally settle on the inner side of her lower arm.

“My child. I hold great hope for you. You will be a powerful asset to our noble cause.” The dark lord sure knew how to set expectations high. Of course her mother would make sure she met those expectations at all cost.

What felt like only seconds later she sat in her room staring at her dark green wall and avoiding the urge to scratch her dark mark. Her back was pin straight and her hands sitting politely on her lap with her legs tightly pressed together.

Snapping her head away from the wall to her bedroom door opening and her mother stepping through.

“I have called you six times, Ara.” Ara Registered the annoyance and frustration in her mothers voice. She only gave an apology and stood to follow her mother through the massive house till they sat in the dining room. Sitting face to face with the woman who she calls her mother, Ara couldn't wait to get out of that house and back to Hogwarts. Just anywhere other than here really, she thought to herself. Just to get away. From her mother, their mansion and the reality of war that was sitting on her skin. Sadly she knew that from now on anywhere she went, she would take it with her.

Suddenly she wondered if going back to Hogwarts for her new school year wasn't really such a good idea. Dread filled her to the brim. Hogwarts suddenly seemed even worse than here.