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Slytherin Shortcakes

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Summary : An OC in which harry potter's twin sister gets sorted in slytherin, altering the fate of the wizarding world. (Includes Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson alongside Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, basically the order.)

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Pls recommend good Mattheo Riddle headcannons

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The representation of female characters in books is always so perfect, pretty and petite and beautiful, i have genuinely never read a single book in which the fmc had conventionally unattractive features and still manages to pull

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Cinnamon Girl

~Grayson Hawthorne

Part ii

Warnings : Mentions of a dysfunctional family, both mental and physical abuse.

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The next morning, Grayson woke up as usual, got dressed in his swimming trunks and made his way to the pool in the darkness of dawn. They sky was still dark, orange hue mixing with the dark of the night.

Grayson did his leaps, letting the water wash away his thoughts. Thoughts of her. He was acting like a schoolboy in love, he was nineteen, for God's sake. He isn't supposed get all giddy at the thought of a girl, right?

After his laps at the pool, Grayson took a shower and got dressed in his usual grey suit and tie. He knew his brothers will give him shit for it, but oh well. He made his way to the breakfast table, where a low buzz of chatter was already present.

Nash and Xander were up, Jameson was most likely still sleeping in. According to him, 'Breakfast at six-thirty in the morning is a crime.', which always earned a snort from Xander. None of the Grambs sisters were here yet though, not like Grayson had his eyes on one. No way.

"Morning!", chirped Xander, stuffing his face with his signature blueberry scones. "Morning, Gray.", greeted Nash, clad in his signature boots and cowboy hat, sipping coffee.

"Good morning.", replied Grayson, making his way to the tea kettle when he noticed both Nash and Xander eyeing him with amusement, Xander outright suppressing a snort. His brows furrowed in annoyance, a scowl lacing his features.

"Whats so amusing?", he inquired, to which Xander burst out laughing. He wasn't that funny, was he? Grayson narrowed his eyes, looking at Nash, since it was obvious Xander was no help in this matter.

"Oh, nothing. You look a little off-kilter, brother. No sleep last night?", asked Nash, a small smile on the corner of his lips. Grayson scoffed, replying as he poured hot water and ripped off the teabag, "I slept very well last night, thank you."

"I call bull. He looks like he was awake half the night thinking about a certain someone with long, dark curls-"

"Shut it, Xander.", muttered Grayson, feeling heat rise to his cheeks.

"Oh, you're a goner. First conversation and you're already a blushing mess. She's got you wrapped around her little finger.", said Nash, a cheeky gein on his face. Bastard.

"There is no such thing as that. You two are being delusional. Just because you have your girlfriends doesn't mean any girl I talk to has me 'wrapper around her little finger', Nash." , replied gray coolly, taking a sip of his tea.

"Oh, keep telling yourself that. But really, you two would look adorable together. Arabella, with her warm skin and dark hair, and you with your pale skin and blonde hair. You two would make quite the striking pair. You know, I've always wondered why she's so different from Libby and Avery. I mean, they're both paler. And she has this demeanor, not witty like Avery, and not bubbly like Libby. She's like...she has this air of sorrow around her. I don't know how to explain it, but you know what I mean.", said Xander through a mouthful of scones.

Nash nodded, replying "Well, yes. That is natural. She's not entirely their sister. I mean, she is half, but there's lots of factors-"

"What? What do you mean, 'she's not entirely their sister'?", asked Grayson, his voice cold and sharp, a hint fo protectiveness laced underneath.

"Didn't Libby tell you? Avery's mother died when she was 15 and Libby got legal custody, they didn't find out about Arabella until a year later. Apparently she lived in this crappy neighbourhood with a dysfunctional family. I don't know the details, but Bella's only known Avery and Libby since 2 years. They get along well, don't they?", said Nash, watching Grayson intently, picking up on his protective tone.

Xander dramatically placed a hand over his mouth, then exclaimed loudly, "What?! She's not their biological sister? That's insane. I mean, makes sense."

Grayson felt a churning sensation in his gut at Nash's words, an uneasy put he couldn't ignore. Dysfunctional family? What happened to her? Was she okay? Dysfunctional as in what sense? Abusive, mental or physical? What has she gone through?

"Morning!", called out about soft female voice, in walked Libby, her hair dyed a bright violet, she leaned up to kiss Nash, which caused a very dramatic eye roll from Xander, while Gray sipped his tea calmly, the emotional turmoil inside him hidden.

"Morning, darlin'. Sleep okay?", asked Nash, his arm around Libby's waist as she buttered a piece of bread.

Grayson finished his tea and tuned out the conversations, his mind plagued with thoughts of Bella. He wanted to ask about it, he really did, but what was he even supposed to say? "Hey, Nash told me you had a dysfunctional family. Wanna talk about it?" Not happening.

He reached for the toast, buttering it and sitting down as he piled his plate with fruits and eggs. He ate silently, when Avery and Jameson entered the kitchen, both disheveled but grinning, he suspected a hickey sporting on Avery's neck, that could also account for the smug grin on Jameson's face.

"Looks like someone had a wild night, huh?", said Nash, smirking into his coffee. Xander just excused himself, and Avery greeted morning to everyone.

As everyone ate their breakfast, Grayson overheard Avery telling Libby to wake Arabella up. Without thinking, he blurted, "I'll do it."

Everyone looked at him in surprise for a brief moment, before Avery spoke with slight confusion, "Sure, grayson. She's difficult though. Be careful."

Jameson and Nash just exchanged knowing looks, which resulted in a scowl from Grayson which they pointedly ignored. Grayson got up, making his way upstairs.

He reached her room, torn between knocking or just barging in. After a few minutes of council, he decided to knock first, just in case she's awake. He knocked, three short raps in succession. Nothing. No shuffling, no footsteps. He sighed, turning the doorknob.

Inside, the room was draped in darkness, the curtains drawn, dark forest green walls, in a corner lay the bed near the window, a little small lump under the white mattress. A vanity occupied one corner, cluttered with makeup products and whatnot, beside it was a desk and a large bookshelf, showcasing various novels in a wide range of genres.

He blinked, taken aback by the contents of the room. He made his way to the curtains and threw them open, sunlight now penetrating the room. He approached the bed, noticing a rather large lump for Bella. He furrowed his brows, gently tugging the blanket down.

The blanket revealed a huge stuffed gray elephant, and Bella, clutching the plush like a lifeline, sound asleep in her pyjamas. Grayson smiled slightly, finding the scene adorable.

He shook her shoulder, calling her name, "Arabella, wake up." He tried to pry the plush out of her grip, but her arms were relentless, he only succeeded in making her limp frame roll over atop the plush. With a slightly exasperated sigh, he called her name again, louder.

"Arabella. Wake up, it's 8.30 a.m.", he said firmly, which successfully earned him a small groan. Triumphant, he repeated his words, until a small hand shot out and grabbed his tie blindly, pulling him on the bed with surprising strength.

Grayson groaned lightly, looking down at Arabella with a scowl, but that scowl immediately faded when she blinked up at him with her dark eyes, droopy with sleep.

"Wake up, Bella." Said grayson, sitting upright on her bed. She groaned, sitting upright. She rubbed her eyes, pushing her hair out of her face.

The door to the room burst open, followed by Avery and Libby, who were grinning like Cheshire cats.

"Wakey wakey, Bella! We're going ball gown shopping!", announced Avery, followed by Libby who added cheerily, "Get up, come on! Or we'll leave you alone!"

Grayson watched as Arabella got up, walking to the washroom without a word. Avery said to him, "She's not a morning person. Would you mind escorting her to the shop downtown which sells the ballgowns?"

Grayson felt his cheeks flush, he spoke with a nod, "Sure. Will do."

As Avery and Libby left, Grayson was left in Bella's bed with a huge elephant plush. He sighed, knowing this was going to be disastrous with Bella's bickering. On top of that, she wasn't a morning person. Brilliant.

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Cinnamon Girl

~Grayson Hawthorne

Characters : Grayson Hawthorne, Jameson Hawthorne, Nash Hawthorne, Libby Grambs, Avery Kylie Grambs, Arabella Grambs(oc).

Warnings : Mentions of a dysfunctional family, emotionally absent parents, emotional abuse, depression, anxiety, self-harm.

Summary : When Avery Kylie Grambs' younger half-sister, Arabella Grambs arrives with her to the Hawthorne House, Grayson feels an unexplainable attraction towards her, but is it enough to make his walls crumble?

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Cinnamon Girl

~Grayson Hawthorne

Part i.

Warnings : fluff?

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Grayson Davenport Hawthorne was used to control. He was always used to being in control, demanding. Yet, when she came, all his resolve crumbled like dust.

At first, came Avery. Avery, at seventeen, with her pale skin and brunette hair, with those hazel eyes flecked with gold.

Along with her, tagged along her two half sisters, the older one being Libby Grambs, at the age of twenty-four, a pretty distater who changed hair colors as often as Grayson changed his favourite suit, and the younger one being Arabella Grambs, at the ripe age of sixteen, a pretty little thing with caramel skin and big brown eyes, raven curls and an air of melancholy to her.

Grayson noticed, Jameson already had a fascination with Avery, and Nash had a soft spot for Libby. Xander was too busy with his tinkering to notice, being a cheerful ball of fluff around most of them.

Grayson started observing Arabella more, who went by the nickname 'bella'. He wondered how she was related to Avery, what quirks she had, what her interests were, and it certainly didn't help that her room was right beside his own.

He'd sometimes hear the faint strumming of a guitar, faint singing from a sweet, accented voice. He often saw her around the gardens, earphones jammed in her ears. The gradens, library, and rooftop were her favourite spots, or so it seemed.

One night after a long day, Grayson made his way to the rooftop patio for some air when he spotted the familiar figure of Bella, seated on the edge, legs dangling, clad in her lilac silk pyjamas.

"Hey.", called out Grayson in his deep voice, surprising even himself with how natural he sounded, realising he was nervous.

Bella turned, glacing at grayson's low-hung sweatpants and thin white tank top. Her voice floated through the air as she replied, "Hey, Grayson."

"Sleep eluding you tonight, bella?", inquired Grayson, sitting down beside her on the edge, dangling his long legs over the edge.

"It seems so, Gray. I can call you Gray, right? Jameson and your brothers use it all the time.", said bella, a small teasing smile on her lips.

Grayson felt his cheeks burn, "Do not call me that.", he stated firmly, surprised when he earned a small chuckle from Bella.

"What, what's the matter? What is so amusing?", he asked, watching her as she grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"Oh, nothing. You're adorable when you're flustered. Avery told me you're more....cool. Controlled. You know, 'heir apparent' and all that bullshit. But hey, atleast now I know you're not completely emotionless.", she teased, casually smacking his arm like they were old buddies instead of fresh acquaintances.

"Avery told you what about me? Cool and controlled, hm? Well, that's certainly one way to put it, and stop smacking me, you little shit. I'm three years older than you.", Grayson chided lightly, although he couldn't deny the warmth in his chest at her touch.

A laugh rippled through the air, rich and warm with amusement. " 'little shit'? Oh, this is gold. Never thought I'd hear The Grayson Davenport Hawthorne swear. Hell must've frozen over.", she said with a hint of sass smacking his arm yet once more.

"Violent much? What's it with you and these smacks, Bella? Trying to kill me or what?", Grayson exclaimed, pretended to clutch his arm like he was injured.

"Oh, I'm so terribly sorry, your highness. Would like me to kiss it better?", replied bella, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

This girl.

"Cheeky much?", teased Grayson, surprised by how easily he let his guard down around her. She didn't seem impressed by his status, but rather more into his person. And that, that was refreshing.

After a while, both of them decided to retire to bed. Grayson, being the gentleman he was, insisted on walking Bella to her room, it was right beside his anyways.

Bella stopped by the doorway, leaning against the frame, looking up at him with her brown eyes. "Well, I suppose this is Goodnight then. Until next time, Gray.", she said, a cheeky smirked at the corner of her lips.

Grayson's heart fluttered at his nickname from her lips, but he managed to maintain his cool, looking down at her with a smirked mirroring her own, rather devilish. "Until next time, Bella.", he replied, pushing off from the door frame, watching as she shut the door.

Grayson made his way to his own room, flopping down on the mattress with a sigh. All he couldn't think about was Bella. Bella, with her annoyingly pretty dark eyes and long lashes. Bella, with her smooth brown caramel skin. Bella, with her dark and thick raven curls. Bella, with that smart little mouth that he could just smash his lips against-No. Absolutely not. Grayson Davenport Hawthorne, has a crush? Hell really must've frozen over.

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Slytherin Shortcakes

Part I

warnings: none

Cassandra Potter grew up alongside her brother, Harry Potter. While the Dursleys never really liked any of them, she was the most disliked between the two. Why, with her pale skin peppered with freckles and those intense green eyes, Aunt Petunia always crooned about her being 'too much like Lily.'

Uncle Vernon never paid mind unless it was something beneficial to him, such as picking up his plate, washing dishes, and other such chores. Dudley picked on her, yet unlike Harry, she bit back with sharp retorts rather than staying silent.

Cassandra, called Cassie by Harry was his twin sister. Born two minutes and fifty-six seconds apart, the twins were inseperable since childhood. Yet, she always had an air of melancholy to her, like a withered poet longing to be a muse. Both of them lived in the small cramped cupboard under the stairs, often talking about their parents in the dim light. Harry often chided Cassandra for being outspoken, but of course, she never listened.

So, when the letters started popping in through the Dursley household's front door, Cassandra quickly snatched one and tore it open, rushing to the cupboard under the stairs. Her eyes skimmed through the details, curiosity peaked. Hogwarts School of WitchCraft and Wizardry?

Her and Harry were both stumped by the revelation, soon after the Durseleys moved to the lighthouse in the middle of nowhere to escape the barrage of letters. This was not a wise idea, as instead of letters this time, came a fully grown, full-fledged Hagrid. That's right. Hagrid, complete with his ruddy beard and umbrella which gave Dudley a pig's tail. He gave both Cassandra and Harry a cake, albiet with a messy frosting, but cake was cake, nonetheless. And then, came the revelations.

After all the fuss, Hagrid bought Harry and Cassie their schoolbooks, uniforms and cloaks, and pets. Harry had chosen a rather quiet owl, named it "Hedwig". Cassandra had opted for a black cat with striking green eyes much like her own, naming her new furry friend "Aphrodite". As Hagrid told them about 'You Know Who' and 'He Who Must Not Be Named' , both of their curiosities were peaked.

"What's all this business about 'You Know who'"?, asked Cassie, while Harry was seated at this room Hagrid had dumped them in.

"Dunno, Cass. But Hagrid said my scar was given by him." , replied Harry.

The two talked for a while, before drifting off to sleep. The next morning, they found themselves at Platform 9¾. They boarded the Hogwarts Express, Cassandra taking the window seat while Harry opted for the aisle. Both of them stared at their seatmates, a redheaded boy stuffing his mouth with candy and a young brunette girl with an air of intelligence. The lot introduced themselves, soon Cassandra got to know the two, the boy being Ronald Weasley and the girl being Hermione Granger. Almost instantly as the name 'Harry Potter' left her brother's lips, Ron exclaimed. Harry humoured him and showed his scar, the little thunderbolt on his forehead. Cassandra felt at once, a sense of unfamiliarity, as if she didn't fit in with these three.

Upon arrival at Hogwarts, Cassandra and Harry were in awe of the sprawling estate, especially at night in the pale moonlight. Soon, they were ushered in, sailing on boats with little lanterns. There, they got to know of the four houses. Of course, Cassandra was riveted.

While waiting, they were approached by a blonde boy around their age, with two other boys.

"It's true then? What they're saying on the train. The Potter twins have come to Hogwarts.", the boy said sardonically.

A ripple of murmurs in the crowd, several exchanging whispers of 'Potter' in the air.

The blonde boy continued, gesturing to the boys on either side of him, "This is Crabbe, and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He was interrupted by a snort from Ron, to which he replied sarcastically, "Think my name is funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe...you must be a Weasley."

Draco turned to Cassandra and Harry, stating confidently, "You'll soon find out that some Wizarding families are greater than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." , the boy extended his pale hand. Cassandra went to shake it, already finding the boy slightly cocky yet he seemed better than Ron and Hermione, but was interrupted by Harry, who spoke "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks."

Cassandra was pulled away by Harry, rolling jer eyes. Harry hissed at her, "what do you think you're doing, making friends with Malfoy? He seems like a right git, that fellow. Didn't you hear what he said to Ron?" Cassandra replied haugtily, "Well, I believe I can make friends with whoever I wish. No need to be a prat about it."

As the twins bickered, Ron and Hermione exchanged glances, half amused, half annoyed that Cassandra was so dead set on being friends with Malfoy. Soon, the lot were taken to the Great Hall for the Sorting Ceremony, where they saw Dumbledore and McGonagall. After Harry, Ron and Hermione were sorted in Gryffindor, it was Cassandra's turn. She sat on the stool, and the hat was placed atop her head.

The Grand Hall was quiet, after a brief moment, the Sorting Hat exclaimed, loud and clear:

"Slytherin!"

The gryffindor table reacted with scattered applause, while the slytherins cheered on, Cassandra made her way to the table draped in rich dark greens and silver, sitting beside the blonde boy from earlier, Draco Malfoy. She caught Harry's eye who was seated at Gryffindor, who was staring at her with an unreadable expression.

"A Potter in slytherin, oh this is bloody gold. You already know me, i believe. This is Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson and Mattheo Riddle. ", said Draco, beaming at Cassandra as she raked her gaze at each one of them.

Theodore Nott, a scrawny boy with dark hair and gray eyes just smirked, Blaise Zabini, with oaken hued skin and dark eyes, nodded in acknowledgement, Pansy Parkinson, a pretty brunette smiled and Mattheo Riddle's lips curled into a half-smirk.

"His father killed your parents and gave your brother that mark." added Pansy, rather cheerily. "Uhm...okay. look, I didnt really fit in with Harry, Ron and Hermione. I hope you guys aren't like them." replied Cassandra, which received chuckles from the group.

"Oh, we're not. We're so much more fun.", said Riddle, his dark curls falling in his brown eyes as he smirked. The other nodded and agreed.

This was the beginning of chaos.

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Masterlist:

♡ Slytherin Shortcakes here

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♡Cinnamon Girl~Grayson Hawthorne

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A poem I wrote a while back<3

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Pretttyyyy

At a cafè i went to with my date<3