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Heya! Hope all's well with y'all. I was wondering if anyone here could help me find a fanfic? I can't remember the exact ship but I have a big hunch it was Cissamione (Narcissa x Hermione) or it might be Hermione with the Black Sisters and what I remember it involved a bond or something like that (probably soulmate bond) that caused Cissa (or the sisters) to start getting younger to match Hermione. Thanks in advance!
Hi! Sorry for the late response, we were asking around in the saffics server. We found some that might be what you’re looking for. Sorry if none of these are the fic you had in mind :(
You Held Me Captive (In Your Heart)
Cissamione
When Harry and Ron escape Malfoy Manor, Hermione is left at the mercy of Voldemort and his Death Eaters. She gains an unlikely new roommate in the cellar and makes an even more unlikely new friend.
When they escape, new friendships are put to the test as Hermione rejoins the boys on their quest.
With the help of her magical mate, will they be strong enough to stop Voldemort, once and for all?
The Light in the Dark
Hermione/Andromeda/Bellatrix/Narcissa
It's been two years since the Battle of Hogwarts. Voldemort's tyranny is over. All the remaining Death Eaters are in hiding, in Azkaban or living out their days under the watchful eye of the Ministry. Not one person expected Narcissa Malfoy to plead to Minister Kingsley not to send her sister back to Azkaban, even after she and Bellatrix had fled from the battle that night. Narcissa Malfoy didn't beg. The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black didn't plead.
It was enough, Bellatrix Black was to be put under house arrest at Black Manor when at home and was working towards rebuilding Hogwarts when not. Headmistress McGonagall had already mourned her once favourite student. She was lost. She had gone down a dark path. Dumbledore didn't believe that she would ever come back to the light, even for all his faith in Snape. But Minerva was willing to try, she believed the war had taken enough. She would help mend the Black sisters if she could and she knew just who could help them. Although she feared Miss Granger might hate her for what she was about to do...
Follows canon until the Battle of Hogwarts
TW: Past Child Abuse, Incest, Canon Typical Violence, PTSD
For Femslash February 2019 Day 17, using the prompt from this list, ‘Damned’.
Mature | 1,300 words | Battle of Hogwarts, Changing Allegiances, Face Slapping, Fear, Hopelessness, Mentions of Dark Topics (such as: Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied Forced Marriages, Implied/Referenced Homophobia) Ambiguous/Open Ending, Hopeful Ending, Background Blaise/Theo
An edit for this fic can be found here.
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Pansy paced the room. Above them, they could hear the muted sounds of battle. No one had come to fetch them after sending them down to the common room, and at this point it wasn’t likely anyone would. She had expected someone to give Potter up to end things fast, but she had clearly underestimated everyone’s resolve.
And she’d clearly made an incredibly stupid tactical error. She could only blame her own fears. It wasn’t even about hating Potter. No, it was just all too likely a battle in the castle would result in many of them being killed.
But if they were going to get killed anyway, she’d rather die fighting.
“We have to go up there and help,” she finally said.
Several of the others looked her way, but no one spoke. They didn’t even ask which side she meant to fight for. They probably thought they knew. Much like she had once thought she’d known. But Potter showing up so boldly and no one giving him up when he was vastly outnumbered? No, that changed things.
It took all those awful things they all pretended would end once the war ended and brought them front and centre. She was forced to examine it all and make a choice. She wasn’t going to cower in the dungeons until one side or the other won or the fighting spilled down to them. She’d already heard enough about the Dark Lord’s willingness to harm his own followers if it benefited him. It wouldn’t surprise her now if he brought the whole castle down on top of them just on the off chance it would kill Potter.
Everything had changed.
“We have to fight for Hogwarts,” she said more strongly, looking around, trying to catch as many eyes as she could. Draco wasn’t here, it was up to her to lead. And maybe it was better he wasn’t here, he was so beaten down now that she doubted he’d dare.
“We have to get up there and do something,” she repeated when still no one said anything. “We can’t just wait for it to end and not pick a side.”
“What does it matter anymore?” Daphne said numbly from where she leaned against the wall by the door. “We’re damned either way. If we fight for him and he loses, then we’ll be damned to Azkaban. If we fight for him and he wins, we’re damned as well. I can’t imagine any of us have failed to notice that more and more purebloods have been suffering too. If we fight for Potter and he loses, we’re dead. And if we fight for Potter and he wins, we’ll still be damned because of who we are. They won’t care that we helped in the end, they’ll just call us opportunistic and throw us in Azkaban with the rest. Face it, there’s no good option here and we have nothing to fight for now.”
The dungeon room echoed with the sound of a sharp slap. For good measure, Pansy slapped her again.
“Nothing to fight for?” she demanded. “You really believe that?”
ANNOUNCEMENT, UNIVERSE!!!!! IT IS @jadepresley‘s BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!
So guess WHAT? HERE IS SOME PINKY PARKOUR (for those of u who are unaware, that’s gabrielle delacour and pansy parkinson OBviously) ART FOR YOU FOR YOUR SPECIAL DAY!!!
Jade, you, my talented, kind, and wonderful friend, are deserving of all the love on this special day. I hope you enjoy your time out here on the West Coast and I so wish I could make the 16 hour drive down to give you a big ole hug IRL, but I am sending them virtually and I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! Have the best day. xoxoxoxoxo.
PS no I am not breaking my hiatus this is in my QUEUE I ain’t no cheater
Lily Evans hated parties. And yet, in a pitiful attempt to win her over, James insisted on throwing parties every other saturday in the Gryffindor common room.
They were insufferable, going on late into the night, managing to break through all the silencing charms she cast around her dorm. It didn’t help that Carlotta always ended up bringing some boy back to their room, somehow sneaking him past the wards.
This weekend, Mary managed to persuade her to stay in the common room just for an hour or so, to try and show willing. Reluctantly, she agreed.
James was, as expected, insufferable, even louder than usual, and high on the fact that Lily had actually shown up. They apparently had a delivery of firewhisky coming from the Slytherin seventh years, after Sirius had all but begged his cousins, promising to take their place at various family functions in exchange for their help, and he insisted Lily stayed until the delivery.
God only knew why. Maybe it was the thrill of having a prefect allow all the rule breaking to happen. Whatever. Hopefully it would give her enough brownie points to skip the next few.
Right when she was beginning to suspect the delivery was just a plot to keep her around longer, Sirius rushed to the door, letting in Bellatrix Black, who looked thoroughly disgusted to be inside the common room. Lily couldn’t begin to think of all the favours Sirius must have pulled.
There was something about Bellatrix, though. Something captivating. Lily had never seen her out of her uniform - probably because she chose to avoid non-Slytherins as often as she could - and it pained her to even think it, but Bellatrix was glorious. No wonder all the boys fancied her.
With most of her hair pinned up, a few loose curls framed her face, that beautiful face, the disapproving look curling her lips into a perfect pout, glaring at the Gryffindors through full lashes.
Lily dared to let her eyes trail lower, to the low cut black top that left little to the imagination, to pert breasts, soft, smooth skin, an elegant snake tattoo curling around her right arm. Already 18, Bellatrix was the perfect young woman, everything Lily wished she looked like. But it wasn’t jealousy that Lily felt, it was … something else.
Lily wanders into a drafty castle. She isn’t prepared to meet her hosts.
@kinktober2023 day 31: Free Day & Heartbeat, @hpbloodlust prompt: Thirst
Lily/Narcissa, Lily/Andromeda, Lily/Bellatrix, M, 500 words
Dubious Consent, Vampires, Biting
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Lily had wandered in one stormy night.
The castle was dreary but a welcome respite against the freezing rain and bone-breaking winds. An old servant named Kreacher, snarling and ill-natured, led her up the stairs and into a cosy room, a fire lit in the grate, dark curtains drawn around the bed.
-♦️-
She never saw her hosts. She took meals in the massive dining hall, roast duck and rare fruits and luscious wines, Kreacher bringing more and more until she was bursting at the seams.
She always ate alone.
-♦️-
She liked to explore the castle during the day. Empty room after empty room, most covered in a fine layer of dust. She wondered about her hosts — to live in such luxury yet refuse to touch it.
The wind rattled against the windows, howling and moaning.
The sound was nearly human.
-♦️-
At night when the castle was nearly unbearable with cold, Lily crawled into bed in her nightgown and wool socks, the torches gleaming on the walls, the shadows lengthening in the corners. The blanket pressed down, a suffocating weight over her tired form.
She heard whispers in the dark.
“Innocent,” they said.
“Delicious.”
“Human.”
There were hands on her — one, two, three sets, maybe more. On her waist, on her shoulders, in her hair. They slid beneath the covers, beneath her gown, and kneaded soft flesh, caressed her chilled body until she became feverish with heat.
She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe.
“Must we?” a voice asked.
“Mustn’t we?” another voice added.
“We must,” yet another voice answered.
A chill went down Lily’s spine, yet her body refused to move. Her eyes refused to open.
There were lips on her — one, two, three sets. On her neck, on her wrists, on her thighs. They parted around muscle and bone, feeling out her heartbeat, searching out her blood.
Moans and whimpers and screams. It could have been her. It could have been a dream.
She arched into phantom hands, phantom lips trailing across her cheek, phantom hips grinding down against hers and pinning her to the bed. Her gasps were loud, ragged in the silence of the room.
She tried to think about James, her long-lost love, but it had never felt like this with James.
There were teeth against her collarbone, gently tracing, slowly tightening.
“Sweet,” said a voice.
Then, there was pain and the feeling of weightlessness. Lily floated through it, pale faces crossing her path, dark hair long and curled, red lips, a sharp flashing smile. The hands on her waist disappeared. The lips on her wrists vanished.
She opened her eyes and bolted upright in bed, her heart beating frantically. She brought a hand to her neck. It was sore but otherwise unblemished.
The room was empty and dark, the torches on the wall extinguished. The door was locked, just like it had been before.
Lily lay back and closed her eyes, but sleep would not come. Not that night. Not for many more.
If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate- a thin line and all that- and, really, hate is just another kind of caring.
