~ Hi! (or hey?) ~ | I'm a Miraculously Geeky 24 y/o Science-lover, Ravenclaw, Dragonlord, Ninja, Demigod, Video Game-farmer, Sherlockian, Avenger, Gym Leader, Metahuman and Hylian Book/Movie Enthusiast outa time. Left district 3 to look for a safe place in Haven, but ended up at Frasers Ridge. Went on a journey to the centre of the Earth, loves programming and to travel to galaxies far far away | ~ Oops... ~
So, these are just som random, late-night thoughts I just had to get out of my head, lol, sorry. They make sense to me at least, hopefully someone else understands what I'm getting at, haha <3
Other writing coming soon :)
Picking up a book as a young child and getting completely lost in that other world is a truly wonderful thing. But with the passage of time, it can also get quite scary.
Initially, you're the same age as - or even younger than - the main characters. You look up to them the way a 3-year-old would admire the older kids who made it to the top of the climbing frame while they themselves were stuck in the sandbox below. Because when you're that young even preteen characters seem so much more mature, so knowledgeable, so capable. They might not do things perfectly, but somehow they manage everything, regardless of what's thrown at them. They are, truly, heroes.
However, you don't remain nine years old forever.
Eventually, you turn 22 and realise it's time to once again properly return to that world you once fell in love with. It has been a while and you want to reacquaint yourself with the characters and with all the intricate details that once won you over.
It might not be the first time you reread those books. It could be well beyond the fifth or even the tenth, but this time... something feels different. You're suddenly interpreting things in a new way, spotting new details, reading between the lines in a way you've never done before.
At first, you can't quite put your finger on what has happened, but after a few chapters, it dawns on you: You are no longer the wide-eyed kid watching in amazement as the older people battle dragons and take on perplexing prophecies. At some point along the way, you became the older sibling who now wants nothing more than to wrap these poor young heroes in a tight hug and tell them that everything will be alright. To keep them safe from monsters, prejudice, and all the harmful people in their lives.
For there was a time, a time before you began finding your place in the world when these characters were there to support you, to guide you right and to show you that you weren't alone. Back then you were a couple of years their junior, but now, as horrifying as the thought may be, you have outgrown some of their parents. Naturally, there are still things you need to figure out, but in many ways, you've come full circle and it's now your time to look out for your old friends the way they once did for you.
So forgive me for getting really fed up with the potions professor who insists on bullying his 11-year-old students. For wishing I could be there for the 12-year-old half-blood who finally found a home only to be singled out again. For wanting to help the young kids who were sent away to be safe from one war only to get thrown into another. But I actually think it's fair.
Because we're not kids anymore. It is, after all, Harry, Percy, Lucy, and all the others who are the young ones now.
Coming to terms with that is part of growing up. It's life. It's growth. It's inevitable. But it is weird and nothing prepares you for it. It just hits you when you least expect it <3
Hi you guys! Wow, it's been over a year😅 I'm still working toward my uni degree (physics, maths and upper secondary school education for those of you who don't know), spending time with my boyfriend, hanging out with friends, and visiting my family as often as I can. I promise I have done a fair bit of writing this past year, just not finished anything... But, here we are! Really looking forward to the PJO-series, but while we're all waiting, here's a Will imagine because Will is great <3
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To read as xReader, click here
Words: 2500 ish
Warnings: injury, blood, wounds, angst (normal demigod stuff really, but you know)
Please note that English isn't my first language! I have studied it for over a decade, and speak it fluently, but there might still be some grammatical errors and a mix of British/American expressions - thanks for understanding :)
she/her OC
Enjoy!
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“Get down!” she shouted, as a giant, angry, terrifying cyclops approached them. “Listen closely now; do you see that huge pine tree over there? And the statue? Run past them, and you’ll find people who’ll help. I’ll try to buy you as much time as possible!”
The two seven-year-old half-bloods that had just been saved and brought to camp (well, almost anyway) sat off towards the border, as Chelsea Solace, daughter of Apollo, stayed behind and pulled her sword out. She was a way more advanced archer than swordfighter, but the one bow she had brought with her had fallen out of her firm grip as she jumped behind a boulder for cover. She had made an attempt at getting it back, however, that just resulted in her body coming crashing to the ground as the cyclops’ hand collided with her chest, while the bow ended up in between the hard ground and the monster’s massive foot… Chelsea threw her head back and sighed at the sight of her trusty old weapon in pieces, and it wasn’t until she tried to push herself back up on her feet that she noticed a terrible pain spreading through her left arm from her elbow. It hurt badly, but since she didn’t have much of a choice, Chelsea, suddenly feeling slightly dizzy, pushed herself back up with her other hand and looked for another road to victory.
After a few minutes of trying to attack the monster with her sword, but repeatedly failing since getting close enough without getting hit herself proved to be very difficult, Chelsea quickly ran in a circle around the monster causing him to stumble - if only for a second. She wasted no time launching herself at the cyclops with her sword and - *SPLASH*. The sharp, metal blade bore deep into the slimy eye, and the cyclops staggered backwards, slowly disintegrating. Chelsea was just about to take a deep breath when she felt a stinging sensation in her abdomen. Briefly glancing down, she winced as she realized what had happened. The monster must have grabbed one of her arrows from the quiver she had thrown onto the ground, and, rather violently judging by the amount of blood oozing through her orange t-shirt, pushed one into her side.
Being a demigod, Chelsea had obviously suffered multiple injuries before, though never quite ones as bad as this. The bottom half of her shirt was now more red than orange, and she could feel the world spinning slightly. Groaning, she sat down against a tree and inspected the wound carefully. She wanted to pull the arrow out, but her twin brother Will had always strongly argued against doing something just like that. A vague memory of him saying something along the lines of “the weapon possibly being the only thing keeping you from losing too much blood”... Sighing, she started to slowly make her way toward camp but didn’t make it very far before stumbling over her own feet and falling forwards on the cold hard ground. Chelsea coughed up something that looked like a mixture of spit and blood before pushing herself to her feet again with the help of her sword. It wasn’t a speedy process, but she kept walking in the direction of the infirmary, stopping to catch her breath every few steps.
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“Chels?!” She only had a few hundred meters to go when two of her closest friends - Travis and Connor Stoll - came running towards her with worried faces. Typically when the brothers approached someone together in this way it was with mischievous smiles on their faces and usually followed by a prank of some sort, but not this time. “What in the name of the gods happened to you?”, Travis asked, as Connor carefully placed Chelsea’s right arm across his shoulders to help support her. “We ran into some new kids who said you’d picked a fight with a giant?”
“Oh hardly…”, she demonstrated. “If anyone picked a fight it was him! And besides, it was just a normal cyclops, and not even a very big one.” She winced slightly when Travis smiled and grabbed her other arm, but started walking more steadily thanks to the brothers. “But my bow broke, and - friendly advice - don’t try to take out a cyclops with nothing but a sword.”
“You should put that on a T-shirt.”, Travis joked but shut up quickly when Chelsea’s knees buckled and she stumbled again. He sent her a worried glance as Connor spoke up.
“So, what happened? How bad off are you really?”
She told them the story as they walked slowly down the hill and across the volleyball court. They were right by the big house when Chelsea finished the story.
“Gods…”, Connor mumbled, changing his grip around his friend’s shoulder to give her even more support. “You know Will’s gonna kill you himself this time, right?”. Chelsea was about to answer him when someone opened the door to the infirmary and beat her to it.
“Who do I have to kill? I swear, if Nico is shadow travelling like a madman agai- Oh Gods!”, Will interrupted himself, a look of horror on his face as he was met with the sight of his twin sister barely able to stand up, and covered from head to toe in blood, mud, and dirt. “Chels, what happened?!” He examined her quickly before holding the door open so the Hermes boys could get in and slowly lay Chelsea on one of the bunks.
“It’s a bit of a story, and I don’t know if I feel like repeating it again right now”, she said weakly, wincing a bit as Will swiftly pulled her worn jean jacket off, “but the short version is that a cyclops punched me and I have an arrow through my stomach… And probably a broken arm too. And I might have hit my head when I fell… it, eh, hurts a bit…”
“Gods…”, Will sighed, “Well, do you feel nauseous? Disorientated? Can you see clearly or is anything blurry?”
“Eh… a little dizzy maybe, and a weak headache, but my sight is fine and I’m not feeling sick.”
“Right”, Will mumbled as he wiped a small amount of blood from his sister’s forehead and briefly inspected the small wound. “Something positive I suppose…”. He put a small bandaid on it to slow the bleeding down at least momentarily, before moving to look at his sister’s arm which was indeed bent in a rather weird way. “Well, head-related injuries are always scary, I’ll have to examine it further to know how bad it actually is. The arm is absolutely broken - annoying, but fixable - though this arrow…” He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut through her T-shirt so that he could get to the wound. “Jeez, Chels… How long have you been bleeding?”
She took a deep breath before answering. “I’m not sure, it feels like an eternity, but an hour maybe?”
“AN HOUR?!” Will tried to stay calm, but his now pale face told another story. “Holy… Okay, eh, Chels, I’m gonna… I have to get the arrow out and stop the bleeding as fast as I can, you- you’ve already lost way too much blood. Let's just hope that it missed anything vital.”
He whispered the last part, but Chelsea hardly heard the rest either, as she slowly but steadily started drifting off to sleep. “Sure thing… You do that, I’m just gonna doze off for a quick sec…”
“Oh no, you’re not!” Will dropped what he was holding and grabbed her shoulders to shake her gently. “Chels, I get that you’re exhausted, but you have to stay awake. As I said, you lost a lot of blood, and you may have a concussion. Sorry, I’m not even gonna argue with you - you’re not falling asleep.”
He turned back to the brothers who were watching from afar, wanting to know what happened but also not being in the way. “Connor, Travis, you have to keep her talking while I work, okay?”
“Sure”, Travis nodded, as Connor grabbed Chelsea’s right hand again. “Wanna tell us about the new kids?”
“Yeah”, Connor added. “They seem cool!”
“They are…” Chelsea moved a bit, carefully letting Will remove the piece of her T-shirt that he had cut off to get to the wound. “Only seven years old, fighters both of them. They ran away from different orphanages in Vermont and took down a basilisk together in Albany and have taken care of each other si- AHHHHH.”
She let out a harsh scream as her brother swiftly pulled what was left of the arrow out of her chest, and would probably have rolled off the bed if not for the Stoll brothers holding her down as Will apologised profusely.
“I’m so sorry, Chels”, he mumbled sadly, as he handed Travis a big piece of ambrosia, “but that was the worst of it. You’re doing really well, just hold on. You should try to have some ambrosia now that the arrow’s out.” She struggled to take a few shallow breaths as the extreme pain slowly began to fade again, but nodded and accepted the small piece of godly food Travis was offering her. The pain instantly lessened even more as the flavour of her mother’s gingerbread cookies combined with a touch of magic consumed her whole being. Chelsea finally took a really deep breath, but when she exhaled it felt as if every single drop of energy she had been grasping onto left her at once. She allowed herself to close her eyes and immediately began drifting off to sleep, the worried voices of Will, Travis, and Connor simply fading into silence.
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Chelsea was desperate for a few hours of peaceful rest, but unfortunately sleep and nightmares tended to almost always go hand in hand for demigods. She relived the last 24 hours in her sleep, everything from leaving camp in the early morning feeling excited to bring some new kids back to the exhausting battle that could have ended badly if not for the cyclops’ inability to stay on its feet. During the actual fight, it had happened so quickly that she hadn’t even noticed it at first, but this time she could clearly see how the monster roughly yanked a sharp arrow from her quiver and began making his way back towards her. She lay flat on the ground, desperately trying to move out of the way, but she couldn’t. It was as if all her muscles suddenly decided to to take any more orders from her brain. The cyclops lifted his arm, getting ready to deliver the final blow, as Chelsea closed her eyes, starting to accept her fate.
It felt as if time itself stopped. All she could hear was her own shaky breathing - until suddenly it wasn’t… There was a also voice, far away, sure, but still clearly there…
“Chels? Please wake up! C’mon!”
It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t pinpoint who it belonged to. She focused and tried to listen for the voice again, but she was so exhausted… Giving in to the darkness felt so inviting… And simple. She could do with simple for once.
“No, no, no!” The voice cracked, panic and desperation shining through. “Don’t you dare give up now! C’mon, Chelsea, I’m here, I’ve got you! Don’t give up… please…”
She was so close to slipping away, but something about that seemed wrong, and the reassuring words plus the comforting feeling brought to her by the sound of the familiar voice gave her precisely the boost of energy she needed. Shaking herself out of the nightmare, Chelsea inhaled sharply before shooting up, her eyes darting around the room until someone gently placed their hands on her shoulders, causing her to meet their gaze.
“Chelsea!”
She blinked a few times, shaking violently as she began realizing where she was. “Will?”
“Oh Gods!” He hugged her tightly, perhaps a bit too tight, but it didn’t matter in that moment - the 16-year-old was just so incredibly relieved to see that his sister was alright. “You’re alive!”
Chelsea’s breathing evened out again as she leaned into her brother. “I’m sorry, Will. I’m so sorry…”
He didn’t let go of her arms, but moved back slightly and sent her a questioning look. “What do you mean?”
“I… I just… I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“Gods, Chels, I always worry.” He moved closer again. “I’m just happy you’re okay! I mean, it’ll be a while before you’re back doing quests of course”, he sent her a serious look, “but the fact that you woke up is a good sign”.
Chelsea accepted the ambrosia piece Will offered to her before answering. “All thanks to you.”
“Well”, he shrugged, “your body did most of the hard work...” Chelsea shook her head at Will’s modesty before starting to push herself off the bed to stand up.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!! Stop! What do you think you’re doing?!”, Will exclaimed, swiftly pushing her back down. "You have been unconscious for over four days and lost so much blood, and that’s not even mentioning your head, arm or other random scratches. You’re staying here at least until Friday, no discussion.”
Chelsea rolled her eyes, secretly feeling very lucky to have a brother as caring as Will. "Okay, I'm sorry. I just need to stretch my legs for a second, please? Help me out?"
Will didn’t look too happy with the idea, but understood how stiff she must be feeling after so many days and nodded. It wasn’t like Chelsea wanted to get up and run, she still felt really tired and weak. However, after that horrifying moment of helplessness that she experienced in her dream, just the confirmation that she could in fact still move her arms and legs was incredibly comforting. When everything felt normal, she tried a few careful steps and immediately stumbled, but didn’t fall thanks to Will’s support.
“Light-headed?”
“Yeah, a bit…”
“Alright, that’s enough, back you go.” He guided her back to the bed, and she lay her head back down on the pillow.
"There we go!", Will smiled, "can I get you anything?"
"A cup of tea, please? Red, no honey?"
"You’ve got it!"
Five minutes later Will returned, balancing two cups of tea and a cheese sandwich on a tray. "Who ordered the tea and sandwich?", he asked jokingly as he sat the tray on the bed. He placed some pillows against the wall and slowly helped his sister sit up against them. “That would be me", she smiled. Will also sat down on the bed and put an arm around Chelsea. She took a small bite of the sandwich and leaned her head on her brother's shoulder. The siblings drank their tea in silence, enjoying the feeling of being together and safe, if only for the night.
Hi you guys! Wow, it's been over a year😅 I'm still working toward my uni degree (physics, maths and upper secondary school education for those of you who don't know), spending time with my boyfriend, hanging out with friends, and visiting my family as often as I can. I promise I have done a fair bit of writing this past year, just not finished anything... But, here we are! Really looking forward to the PJO-series, but while we're all waiting, here's a Will imagine because Will is great <3
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To read as xOC, click here
Words: 2500 ish
Warnings: injury, blood, wounds, angst (normal demigod stuff really, but you know)
Please note that English isn't my first language! I have studied it for over a decade, and speak it fluently, but there might still be some grammatical errors and a mix of British/American expressions - thanks for understanding :)
y/n - your name
y/n/n - your nickname
she/her reader
Enjoy! :)
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“Get down!” she shouted, as a giant, angry, terrifying cyclops approached them. “Listen closely now; do you see that huge pine tree over there? And the statue? Run past them, and you’ll find people who’ll help. I’ll try to buy you as much time as possible!”
The two seven-year-old half-bloods that had just been saved and brought to camp (well, almost anyway) sat off towards the border, as (y/n) Solace, daughter of Apollo, stayed behind and pulled her sword out. She was a way more advanced archer than swordfighter, but the one bow she had brought with her had fallen out of her firm grip as she jumped behind a boulder for cover. She had made an attempt at getting it back, however, that just resulted in her body coming crashing to the ground as the cyclops’ hand collided with her chest, while the bow ended up in between the hard ground and the monster’s massive foot… (Y/n) threw her head back and sighed at the sight of her trusty old weapon in pieces, and it wasn’t until she tried to push herself back up on her feet that she noticed a terrible pain spreading through her left arm from her elbow. It hurt badly, but since she didn’t have much of a choice, (y/n), suddenly feeling slightly dizzy, pushed herself back up with her other hand and looked for another road to victory.
After a few minutes of trying to attack the monster with her sword, but repeatedly failing since getting close enough without getting hit herself proved to be very difficult, (y/n) quickly ran in a circle around the monster causing him to stumble - if only for a second. She wasted no time launching herself at the cyclops with her sword and - *SPLASH*. The sharp, metal blade bore deep into the slimy eye, and the cyclops staggered backwards, slowly disintegrating. (y/n) was just about to take a deep breath when she felt a stinging sensation in her abdomen. Briefly glancing down, she winced as she realized what had happened. The monster must have grabbed one of her arrows from the quiver she had thrown onto the ground, and, rather violently judging by the amount of blood oozing through her orange t-shirt, pushed one into her side.
Being a demigod, (y/n) had obviously suffered multiple injuries before, though never quite ones as bad as this. The bottom half of her shirt was now more red than orange, and she could feel the world spinning slightly. Groaning, she sat down against a tree and inspected the wound carefully. She wanted to pull the arrow out, but her twin brother Will had always strongly argued against doing something just like that. A vague memory of him saying something along the lines of “the weapon possibly being the only thing keeping you from losing too much blood”... Sighing, she started to slowly make her way toward camp but didn’t make it very far before stumbling over her own feet and falling forwards on the cold hard ground. (Y/n) coughed up something that looked like a mixture of spit and blood before pushing herself to her feet again with the help of her sword. It wasn’t a speedy process, but she kept walking in the direction of the infirmary, stopping to catch her breath every few steps.
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“(y/n/n)?!” She only had a few hundred meters to go when two of her closest friends - Travis and Connor Stoll - came running towards her with worried faces. Typically when the brothers approached someone together in this way it was with mischievous smiles on their faces and usually followed by a prank of some sort, but not this time. “What in the name of the gods happened to you?”, Travis asked, as Connor carefully placed (y/n)’s right arm across his shoulders to help support her. “We ran into some new kids who said you’d picked a fight with a giant?”
“Oh hardly…”, she demonstrated. “If anyone picked a fight it was him! And besides, it was just a normal cyclops, and not even a very big one.” She winced slightly when Travis smiled and grabbed her other arm, but started walking more steadily thanks to the brothers. “But my bow broke, and - friendly advice - don’t try to take out a cyclops with nothing but a sword.”
“You should put that on a T-shirt.”, Travis joked but shut up quickly when (y/n)’s knees buckled and she stumbled again. He sent her a worried glance as Connor spoke up.
“So, what happened? How bad off are you really?”
She told them the story as they walked slowly down the hill and across the volleyball court. They were right by the big house when (y/n) finished the story.
“Gods…”, Connor mumbled, changing his grip around his friend’s shoulder to give her even more support. “You know Will’s gonna kill you himself this time, right?”. (Y/n) was about to answer him when someone opened the door to the infirmary and beat her to it.
“Who do I have to kill? I swear, if Nico is shadow travelling like a madman agai- Oh Gods!”, Will interrupted himself, a look of horror on his face as he was met with the sight of his twin sister barely able to stand up, and covered from head to toe in blood, mud, and dirt. “(y/n/n), what happened?!” He examined her quickly before holding the door open so the Hermes boys could get in and slowly lay (y/n) on one of the bunks.
“It’s a bit of a story, and I don’t know if I feel like repeating it again right now”, she said weakly, wincing a bit as Will swiftly pulled her worn jean jacket off, “but the short version is that a cyclops punched me and I have an arrow through my stomach… And probably a broken arm too. And I might have hit my head when I fell… it, eh, hurts a bit…”
“Gods…”, Will sighed, “Well, do you feel nauseous? Disorientated? Can you see clearly or is anything blurry?”
“Eh… a little dizzy maybe, and a weak headache, but my sight is fine and I’m not feeling sick.”
“Right”, Will mumbled as he wiped a small amount of blood from his sister’s forehead and briefly inspected the small wound. “Something positive I suppose…”. He put a small bandaid on it to slow the bleeding down at least momentarily, before moving to look at his sister’s arm which was indeed bent in a rather weird way. “Well, head-related injuries are always scary, I’ll have to examine it further to know how bad it actually is. The arm is absolutely broken - annoying, but fixable - though this arrow…” He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut through her T-shirt so that he could get to the wound. “Jeez, (y/n/n)… How long have you been bleeding?”
She took a deep breath before answering. “I’m not sure, it feels like an eternity, but an hour maybe?”
“AN HOUR?!” Will tried to stay calm, but his now pale face told another story. “Holy… Okay, eh, (y/n/n), I’m gonna… I have to get the arrow out and stop the bleeding as fast as I can, you- you’ve already lost way too much blood. Let's just hope that it missed anything vital.”
He whispered the last part, but (y/n) hardly heard the rest either, as she slowly but steadily started drifting off to sleep. “Sure thing… You do that, I’m just gonna doze off for a quick sec…”
“Oh no, you’re not!” Will dropped what he was holding and grabbed her shoulders to shake her gently. “(Y/n/n), I get that you’re exhausted, but you have to stay awake. As I said, you lost a lot of blood, and you may have a concussion. Sorry, I’m not even gonna argue with you - you’re not falling asleep.”
He turned back to the brothers who were watching from afar, wanting to know what happened but also not being in the way. “Connor, Travis, you have to keep her talking while I work, okay?”
“Sure”, Travis nodded, as Connor grabbed (y/n)’s right hand again. “Wanna tell us about the new kids?”
“Yeah”, Connor added. “They seem cool!”
“They are…” (y/n) moved a bit, carefully letting Will remove the piece of her T-shirt that he had cut off to get to the wound. “Only seven years old, fighters both of them. They ran away from different orphanages in Vermont and took down a basilisk together in Albany and have taken care of each other si- AHHHHH.”
She let out a harsh scream as her brother swiftly pulled what was left of the arrow out of her chest, and would probably have rolled off the bed if not for the Stoll brothers holding her down as Will apologised profusely.
“I’m so sorry, (y/n/n)”, he mumbled sadly, as he handed Travis a big piece of ambrosia, “but that was the worst of it. You’re doing really well, just hold on. You should try to have some ambrosia now that the arrow’s out.” She struggled to take a few shallow breaths as the extreme pain slowly began to fade again, but nodded and accepted the small piece of godly food Travis was offering her. The pain instantly lessened even more as the flavour of her mother’s gingerbread cookies combined with a touch of magic consumed her whole being. (Y/n) finally took a really deep breath, but when she exhaled it felt as if every single drop of energy she had been grasping onto left her at once. She allowed herself to close her eyes and immediately began drifting off to sleep, the worried voices of Will, Travis, and Connor simply fading into silence.
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(Y/n) was desperate for a few hours of peaceful rest, but unfortunately sleep and nightmares tended to almost always go hand in hand for demigods. She relived the last 24 hours in her sleep, everything from leaving camp in the early morning feeling excited to bring some new kids back to the exhausting battle that could have ended badly if not for the cyclops’ inability to stay on its feet. During the actual fight, it had happened so quickly that she hadn’t even noticed it at first, but this time she could clearly see how the monster roughly yanked a sharp arrow from her quiver and began making his way back towards her. She lay flat on the ground, desperately trying to move out of the way, but she couldn’t. It was as if all her muscles suddenly decided to to take any more orders from her brain. The cyclops lifted his arm, getting ready to deliver the final blow, as (y/n) closed her eyes, starting to accept her fate.
It felt as if time itself stopped. All she could hear was her own shaky breathing - until suddenly it wasn’t… There was a also voice, far away, sure, but still clearly there…
“(Y/n/n)? Please wake up! C’mon!”
It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t pinpoint who it belonged to. She focused and tried to listen for the voice again, but she was so exhausted… Giving in to the darkness felt so inviting… And simple. She could do with simple for once.
“No, no, no!” The voice cracked, panic and desperation shining through. “Don’t you dare give up now! C’mon, (y/n), I’m here, I’ve got you! Don’t give up… please…”
She was so close to slipping away, but something about that seemed wrong, and the reassuring words plus the comforting feeling brought to her by the sound of the familiar voice gave her precisely the boost of energy she needed. Shaking herself out of the nightmare, (y/n) inhaled sharply before shooting up, her eyes darting around the room until someone gently placed their hands on her shoulders, causing her to meet their gaze.
“(y/n)!”
She blinked a few times, shaking violently as she began realizing where she was. “Will?”
“Oh Gods!” He hugged her tightly, perhaps a bit too tight, but it didn’t matter in that moment - the 16-year-old was just so incredibly relieved to see that his sister was alright. “You’re alive!”
(Y/n)’s breathing evened out again as she leaned into her brother. “I’m sorry, Will. I’m so sorry…”
He didn’t let go of her arms, but moved back slightly and sent her a questioning look. “What do you mean?”
“I… I just… I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“Gods, (y/n/n), I always worry.” He moved closer again. “I’m just happy you’re okay! I mean, it’ll be a while before you’re back doing quests of course”, he sent her a serious look, “but the fact that you woke up is a good sign”.
(Y/n) accepted the ambrosia piece Will offered to her before answering. “All thanks to you.”
“Well”, he shrugged, “your body did most of the hard work...” (Y/n) shook her head at Will’s modesty before starting to push herself off the bed to stand up.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!! Stop! What do you think you’re doing?!”, Will exclaimed, swiftly pushing her back down. "You have been unconscious for over four days and lost so much blood, and that’s not even mentioning your head, arm or other random scratches. You’re staying here at least until Friday, no discussion.”
(Y/n) rolled her eyes, secretly feeling very lucky to have a brother as caring as Will. "Okay, I'm sorry. I just need to stretch my legs for a second, please? Help me out?"
Will didn’t look too happy with the idea, but understood how stiff she must be feeling after so many days and nodded. It wasn’t like (y/n) wanted to get up and run, she still felt really tired and weak. However, after that horrifying moment of helplessness that she experienced in her dream, just the confirmation that she could in fact still move her arms and legs was incredibly comforting. When everything felt normal, she tried a few careful steps and immediately stumbled, but didn’t fall thanks to Will’s support.
“Light-headed?”
“Yeah, a bit…”
“Alright, that’s enough, back you go.” He guided her back to the bed, and she lay her head back down on the pillow.
"There we go!", Will smiled, "can I get you anything?"
"A cup of tea, please? Red, no honey?"
"You’ve got it!"
Five minutes later Will returned, balancing two cups of tea and a cheese sandwich on a tray. "Who ordered the tea and sandwich?", he asked jokingly as he sat the tray on the bed. He placed some pillows against the wall and slowly helped his sister sit up against them. “That would be me", she smiled. Will also sat down on the bed and put an arm around (y/n). She took a small bite of the sandwich and leaned her head on her brother's shoulder. The siblings drank their tea in silence, enjoying the feeling of being together and safe, if only for the night.
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧I solemnly swear that I am up to no good✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
'Ello everyone! Once again it's been ages since I posted a story. I promise I am writing!!! I'm just... writing veeeeeerrrrrrryyyy slowly... But hey, what can one do?
Tbh, I'm not too sure about this one, but I have been working on it for weeks now, so I'm just gonna post it and hope someone likes it. I have some other fics coming up (hopefully) soon - and mainly HP actually! I started writing for Percy Jackson, Team Flash, Spider-Man and a few other characters, but I'm in such a Harry Potter mood at the moment (thanks to the 20th-anniversary reunion)... Ahhhh... I don't know! Anyways, I'll get back to writing for someone and let you all enjoy this sad thing for now! See yah!
Note: As always I'm finishing this late at night meaning I will probably have to reread this one more time and check for potential errors, but it's late, so I'm just going to trust Grammarly and post it for now! Enjoy
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Please note:
1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)
2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)
+ CEFR level C2 (due to passing the C1 advanced test with an A)
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Word count: ≈ 3,1k
Warnings: Mild swearing, death eaters, cruciatus curse (not very descriptive), angst, feeling anxious,
Enjoy! :)
Read as reader insert instead of xOC
~~~Failure - Weasley Family x Weasley!Sister~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“I’m serious, dad, there’s nothing to worry about - the plan is fool-proof!”
Melanie rushed furiously up the stairs of her childhood home with her backpack in her right hand. She had been trying to get everything packed for half an hour, desperately wanting to be 100% ready once her mother would wake up, as it would be next to impossible to prepare for her next job with Mrs Weasley around. Melanie had however not expected her dad to be too much of a problem - it was usually him who would convince his wife not to worry about the kids every time they left the house - but clearly, the task she had been assigned meant taking a risk so big that even Arthur was hesitant about letting his daughter go.
“I know it sounds that way, sweetie, but this job is not like anything you’ve ever done before, it’s… It’s… It’s different, an-”
It felt both weird and oddly familiar at the same time. She had moved to her own flat a few years earlier and had gotten used to not having overprotective brothers and parents trying to prevent her from going on dangerous missions. Originally, she hadn’t planned to go back ‘home’ until after this job, but her mother had started driving her younger siblings mad, causing them to send a letter asking their older sister to PLEASE come home and help prepare for Bill and Fleur’s wedding. It had been a long time since Melanie last had to handle this situation, but her father seemed to have no problem picking up where they left off.
“How, dad?” She turned around and violently pulled a hand through her red hair, desperately trying to keep her voice down. “Apprehending people who turned to the dark arts is literally my job, at least this time we know what to expect! We just have to transport the death eaters from point A to point B as smoothly as possible, and even if they should try to break free, there’ll be four of them, and twelve of us - surely three aurors could take down one wandless death eater?”
Arthur remained quiet for a few seconds, causing his daughter to put her backpack on the floor, walk a few steps back down the stairs, and pull him in for a hug.
“Look, Dad, I know it’s not without risk, but… I’ve got to go. I don’t think the question any longer is if you-know-who is gonna take control of the ministry, but when, and once that time comes we have to be prepared for anything. The best we can do is make sure the most dangerous people are in a secure place, and well guarded. As much as I hate it, Azkaban is the safest bet, otherwise, they’ll all be back out on the streets, and everything we have worked for these past two years will have been for nothing. We’ll just have to hope that the dementors won’t switch sides. I’m sorry... I love you.”
It wasn’t only a long hug, but a long-awaited one as well.
“I love you too, darling, which is why I don’t want you to do this. I understand your reasoning but…”
“Dad? Mel? You’re home already?”
Melanie looked over her dad’s shoulder and immediately walked into the arms of the person who had called her name - her older brother.
“Bill…”
He hugged his sister tightly and put his right hand comfortingly on the back of her head. She was shaking slightly, but Bill pulled her in even closer and put his head on top of hers. This was why Melanie always tried to prepare, pack and leave quickly every time she was assigned a mission - that way she left no room for any nerves and could focus on the task at hand without getting too scared or anxious. Don’t get it wrong, she loved protecting others and knew it was an important job, but overthinking things just made her realize how much she had to lose. Being around her extremely caring family made that even worse.
“Shhh… Mel, breathe, easy, you’re fine.”
“Yeah, I know, I know… It’s just, I don’t like thinking too much about it. I’m good, though, and I’ve missed you.”
“I know… ‘n I’ve missed you too. Hey, not that I’m not happy to see you, but why are you home? And awake?”
“Mum needed some help with the wedding preparations, and…”
Bill moved his gaze from his sister to his father, silently asking for a response.
“Your sister is leaving for work.”, said Arthur slowly. “It’s just not an easy decision. It’s not-”
“-It’s not safe.”. Melanie’s gaze wandered nervously around the living room - her parents’ house still being one of the few places where she felt properly at home. She smiled slightly when she noticed a brown plush rabbit sitting on a shelf. It was her favourite toy when she was younger and had been her father’s before her. “Heck, it’s really, really dangerous, but it has to be done. I don’t have a choice, and as much as I would love to stay here with you, the longer I do the harder it becomes to leave.” She sighed. “But I have to go. Bill, will you please tell mum I’m sorry when she wakes?”
Bill looked at his sister, not really wanting to let her go, but understanding exactly how she felt. “Of course.” He grabbed the backpack and handed it to her before placing his hands firmly on her shoulders. “Stay safe, okay? Promise us that!”
“Bill-”
“Mel!”
“Stop it! You know I can’t promise something like that. I swear I’ll do my best, though.”
“Good. Then go, I’ll see you next week?”
Melanie smiled. “Yeah, around lunchtime on Wednesday. Bye, Bill. Bye, dad.”
Arthur looked out the window and sighed sadly as his daughter disapparated. “I remember when I feared for her life because she kept climbing the big apple tree… Now I almost wish she was there, hanging on to one of the top branches, swinging back and forth.” He closed his eyes and leant against the wall behind him. “At least then I could see her. Make sure she didn’t fall.”
“I know, dad. But she’s not a kid anymore.”
“She’ll always be my kid.”
“She’ll always be short.”
“Bill!”
“Jokin’! C’mon, dad, let’s go have a cup of tea, yeh?”
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‘The plan is fool-proof!’ Melanie coughed slightly and regretted her words as she was hit with yet another curse. The plan had been fool-proof… apart from the fact that someone at the ministry clearly had leaked information to the death eaters. The mission had relied on secrecy. It had been planned in secret and only the 12 aurors and a few ministry officials had known the details. Despite that, around 30 death eaters attacked as soon as the transport had left the city, and due to their numbers, the aurors barely stood a chance.
“Jackson, we need to get out of here as soon as possible! There’s no way we’ll be able to fight them all off.”
“You’re probably right, Weasley.”, he shouted while sending a death eater flying off his broom. “But how did this happen? We were so careful!?”
“Yeah, I don’t know.” Melanie swiftly flew out of the way as a flash of green light almost touched her side. “But that doesn’t really matter right now. Wilson’s wounded, can you help him.”
“Sure.”
“And then get out before anyone’s killed.”
He frowned and nodded towards her. “You too.”
“Yeah, course. I’m just gonna try to take Dolohov down. I really don’t want him out and about again.”
The auror seemed to doubt his colleague's decision for a second but was familiar with her family’s history with that particular death eater. “Fine, but be careful! I mean it, Mel.” He looked straight into her eyes. “Don’t take any unnecessary risks!”
“Oh, you know me, Jacky. Careful planning, no risktaking.”
“Good. See you in the office tomorrow, then. Good luck.”
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Melanie battled her way through a few death eaters and eventually found herself sneaking up on Dolohov.
“Expelliarmus.”
He turned around in surprise as his wand flew out of his hand.
“Incarcerus.”
Thick ropes bound the death eater, effectively preventing him from escaping. However, Melanie was so focused on arresting the man who murdered two of her uncles that she completely missed someone approaching her from behind.
“Crucio”
She fell and dropped her wand as intense pain spread through her body. It was pain beyond anything she could ever have imagined. She unwillingly let out a scream as the pain intensified before suddenly lessening. Despite coughing and struggling, she tried to get back up on her feet but fell yet again as the same kind of agony, only a hundred times worse forced her to focus solely on not passing out.
“Well, well, well… We counted on a few random aurors to stand in our way, but who knew we’d stumble upon a blood traitor as well, huh?” The death eater, Augustus Rockwood, leant forward and spat on the ground, right by her face where she lay twitching in the mud. “How does it feel down there, Weasley? Feel at home?” He pulled Melanie to her knees and Dolohov, who had managed to untangle himself from the rope, walked up to her and grabbed her face roughly. “Striking resemblance”, he whispered before letting her fall again. She fought to get up but failed due to the horrendous curse still causing her pain. Her eyes slowly closed as she passed out on the cold, hard ground.
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“Good morning, dears.”, said Molly, cheerfully entering the kitchen after having forced everybody to get up at first light. She had been under extreme stress lately but seemed to be in a much better mood today and the rest of the family knew why - Melanie was coming home. Sure, that didn’t take away from the fact that the upcoming wedding meant a lot of hard work and careful planning, but having her oldest daughter home would at least help ease Mrs Weasley’s worry. “She’s not back yet, is she?”
“No, mum”, yawned Fred. “but-”
“She said she wouldn’t be back before lunch.”, finished George tiredly.
Their mother didn’t answer, but muttered something incoherent and went to prepare breakfast.
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Hours passed as the family worked to get everything ready, both for the wedding and for Harry’s birthday. Molly was so busy with preparations that she completely lost track of time, however, Fred & George started sharing worried glances around 10 am. Bill eventually noticed and had, a few hours later, become way too curious.
“Why do you two keep looking at the clock every other minute?”, he asked. “She said ‘lunch-time’, that could mean another 2-3 hours? Besides, it’s not like you to worry?”
“Well…it’s just…”
“Whenever Mel lets mum know when she thinks she’ll come home, she usually adds a few hours, sometimes an entire day.”
“That way, when she ends up being slightly late, mum doesn’t immediately lose it…”
“To be honest, we were kind of expecting her in time for breakfast, definitely before noon.”
Bill pulled his hand through his long hair (which he had not allowed his mother and her scissors to come close to) and glanced quickly out the window before looking back at his younger brothers. “Well, there’s not much we can do at the moment, is there? She’s smart and strong. Besides, it’s best not to get worried too easily, it’s probably just that dim-witted head of the department forcing her to work overtime.”
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Melanie groaned loudly as she slowly pushed herself up. She felt dizzy, her entire body hurt and she had no idea where she was. Actually, scratch that last bit. Looking around, she realized she was in a field of some sort and could see burned parts of the now broken carriage they had used to transport the prisoners. Her hair was dripping wet due to the heavy rain and she was freezing. Melanie struggled to stand and tried to determine roughly where they could have been when they were attacked. She knew that they had travelled northeast from London, towards Norwich, and that they probably hadn’t made it much further than Chelmsford. Her exact location didn’t really matter, though. It’s not like she could walk from London to Ottery St. Catchpole. That would take like two, maybe three, weeks in her current state - and that’s if she made it at all. No, she’d have to apparate, just not the entire distance in one go.
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“Bill, dear”, said Molly worriedly. “When did your sister say she’d be back from work?”
“I- I’m not sure”, Bill stuttered, as he sped down the stairs. “Around… dinnertime, I think?”
“What?”, asked Ron. “You said she said lunchtime!?”
Bill threw his head back and sighed as Fred kicked his younger brother under the table.
“Oh”, mumbled Ron, finally understanding. “Yeah, Bill’s right. She definitely said the evening.”
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But, dinnertime came and passed. Still no Melanie. When she still hadn't made it home a few days later, the Weasleys were forced to simply accept that something more serious had happened and just try to keep their hopes up. Molly, naturally, refused. Arthur had, while at work, done his very best to contact the other aurors that had been working that night, but unfortunately remained unsuccessful due to the now tense and strained situation at the ministry. Fleur had suggested delaying the wedding, but Bill insisted, claiming that this gave them even more of a reason to do it while they still had the chance. He could, however, barely stand the thought of not having one of his sisters there; it was difficult enough that Percy refused to come…
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She didn’t know how much time had passed, maybe a week, but eventually found herself slowly approaching her childhood home. After taking a few heavy steps, she stumbled slightly and would have tripped if not for two strong arms firmly grabbing her shoulders to keep her standing. She should probably be scared but somehow knew not to fight them.
“Mel!? Bloody hell, what in Merlin’s name happened to you?”
“Charlie?”, she gasped and grabbed her older brother’s coat as her legs suddenly gave out. “Is it really you?”
“Yeh, of course, it’s me.”, he put his sister’s arm over his shoulders. “Mel, I literally just came home, where have you been? What happened? Who did this to you?”
“Work, attacked, Rockwood”
He looked her up and down with a pained expression on his face. “Okay, come on - let’s get indoors.”
They walked slowly, Charlie carefully making sure that Melanie didn’t fall and simultaneously pepping her with questions. “How long have you been away? When were you supposed to get back to mum and dad’s?”
“Ehhh… I-I don’t know… A couple of days ago, maybe? It’s all kind of hazy right now, to be honest.”
“Holy Merlin… But wha-”
“Charlie, sorry”, she coughed slightly, “but would you mind if we wait? Mum and dad are going to want to hear everything and I don’t wanna have to relive it more times than needed…”
“Yeah. Yeah, of course.”
He knocked carefully on the door, and it was only a matter of seconds before Arthur slowly opened it. He had his wand in a tight grip and was about to have Charlie confirm his identity when he noticed the state of the person standing next to his son. Their father’s eyes widened in shock and he looked absolutely horrified.
“Molly! Bill!!”
Melanie hadn’t heard such fear in her father’s voice since Ginny had been taken into the chamber of secrets four years earlier. He swallowed deeply. “Come in, quickly.”
Charlie put his sister on the sofa just as their mother, older brother and the twins came running down the stairs. They all grinned happily when they saw Charlie, but the smiles faded almost instantly.
“Mellie?” George effortlessly jumped over an old armchair and kneeled by the couch. “Are you okay?” He removed some blood from her face using the sleeve of his jumper.
She smiled and nodded weakly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t” *cough* “don’t worry. What happened to your ear?”.
Bill and Charlie embraced each other quickly while Molly joined George on the floor. The two oldest brothers both glanced at their sister. She lay so incredibly still; completely motionless save for her steady breathing. Just as those thoughts crossed his mind, Charlie noticed something and was about to point it out when Bill beat him to it.
The oldest brother had walked over to join his family by the sofa and placed a hand on his sister’s shoulder. “Mel? You’re twitching.”
“I know.” She sighed deeply. “It’ll pass, though.
He looked deep into her eyes and fought to keep eye contact when he whispered, “was it-”
“Yes”, she answered honestly. “But, Bill, I’d rather not talk about it, if that’s okay. Besides, it was way worse a few days ago… Speaking of which, what day is it?”
“Wednesday”, said Molly bitterly, obviously understanding the meaning of the words just exchanged between her oldest son and daughter, but deciding not to push it further. “10 days. 10 days, Mel. Not a word?”
“I’m sorry, mum. Truly.” She then explained everything, from the detailed plan to the overwhelming defeat. “Imagine if we had taken them down instead?” She put her head in her hands and sighed sadly. “Imagine how many people will die now, because we let them all go.”
“Sweetie”, sighed Arthur, taking her hands in his. ”You didn’t ‘let them go’. You did everything you could.”
She closed her eyes sadly. “Not enough, dad.”
“Mel”, said Bill seriously. “You can’t think like that. We’re at war, we can’t go in expecting to keep everybody safe. There will be casualties. Some of the death eaters didn’t make it either. Think instead of all the people who will survive the war now thanks to you.”
“Bill, I know for a fact that Rockwood and Dolohov got away. We’re all…”, she glanced carefully at her mother. “All aware that they won’t hesitate to kill. A-”
“It’s not like they’re invincible now?”, Fred interrupted. “Mel, you’ll get another chance. Just rest now, please. You’ll be back on the field in no time, and it’ll be like this never happened.”
“Sure, bu-”
“No!”, said Molly with a firm tone. “No buts! Fred is right, you need to rest, dear.” She kissed her daughter on her forehead and left the room. The others took that as a sign and left the room with a quick ‘sleep tight’ or ‘g’night’.
Melanie Weasley tried to listen to her family and put this minor setback behind her. She managed it for a while. At least until that fateful day of the final battle between good and bad. The day when the consequences of her failure became clear. The day her younger brother lost his life because of her.
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧I solemnly swear that I am up to no good✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
'Ello everyone! Once again it's been ages since I posted a story. I promise I am writing!!! I'm just... writing veeeeeerrrrrrryyyy slowly... But hey, what can one do?
Tbh, I'm not too sure about this one, but I have been working on it for weeks now, so I'm just gonna post it and hope someone likes it. I have some other fics coming up (hopefully) soon - and mainly HP actually! I started writing for Percy Jackson, Team Flash, Spider-Man and a few other characters, but I'm in such a Harry Potter mood at the moment (thanks to the 20th-anniversary reunion)... Ahhhh... I don't know! Anyways, I'll get back to writing for someone and let you all enjoy this sad thing for now! See yah!
Note: As always I'm finishing this late at night meaning I will probably have to reread this one more time and check for potential errors, but it's late, so I'm just going to trust Grammarly and post it for now! Enjoy
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Please note:
1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)
2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)
+ CEFR level C2 (due to passing the C1 advanced test with an A)
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Word count: ≈ 3,1k
Warnings: Mild swearing, death eaters, cruciatus curse (not very descriptive), angst, feeling anxious
Enjoy! :)
Read as xOC instead of character insert
~~~Failure - Weasley Family x Weasley!Sister~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“I’m serious, dad, there’s nothing to worry about - the plan is fool-proof!”
(y/n) rushed furiously up the stairs of her childhood home with her backpack in her right hand. She had been trying to get everything packed for half an hour, desperately wanting to be 100% ready once her mother would wake up, as it would be next to impossible to prepare for her next job with Mrs Weasley around. (y/n) had however not expected her dad to be too much of a problem - it was usually him who would convince his wife not to worry about the kids every time they left the house - but clearly, the task she had been assigned meant taking a risk so big that even Arthur was hesitant about letting his daughter go.
“I know it sounds that way, sweetie, but this job is not like anything you’ve ever done before, it’s… It’s… It’s different, an-”
It felt both weird and oddly familiar at the same time. She had moved to her own flat a few years earlier and had gotten used to not having overprotective brothers and parents trying to prevent her from going on dangerous missions. Originally, she hadn’t planned to go back ‘home’ until after this job, but her mother had started driving her younger siblings mad, causing them to send a letter asking their older sister to PLEASE come home and help prepare for Bill and Fleur’s wedding. It had been a long time since (y/n) last had to handle this situation, but her father seemed to have no problem picking up where they left off.
“How, dad?” She turned around and violently pulled a hand through her red hair, desperately trying to keep her voice down. “Apprehending people who turned to the dark arts is literally my job, at least this time we know what to expect! We just have to transport the death eaters from point A to point B as smoothly as possible, and even if they should try to break free, there’ll be four of them, and twelve of us - surely three aurors could take down one wandless death eater?”
Arthur remained quiet for a few seconds, causing his daughter to put her backpack on the floor, walk a few steps back down the stairs, and pull him in for a hug.
“Look, Dad, I know it’s not without risk, but… I’ve got to go. I don’t think the question any longer is if you-know-who is gonna take control of the ministry, but when, and once that time comes we have to be prepared for anything. The best we can do is make sure the most dangerous people are in a secure place, and well guarded. As much as I hate it, Azkaban is the safest bet, otherwise, they’ll all be back out on the streets, and everything we have worked for these past two years will have been for nothing. We’ll just have to hope that the dementors won’t switch sides. I’m sorry... I love you.”
It wasn’t only a long hug, but a long-awaited one as well.
“I love you too, darling, which is why I don’t want you to do this. I understand your reasoning but…”
“Dad? (y/n/n)? You’re home already?”
(y/n) looked over her dad’s shoulder and immediately walked into the arms of the person who had called her name - her older brother.
“Bill…”
He hugged his sister tightly and put his right hand comfortingly on the back of her head. She was shaking slightly, but Bill pulled her in even closer and put his head on top of hers. This was why (y/n) always tried to prepare, pack and leave quickly every time she was assigned a mission - that way she left no room for any nerves and could focus on the task at hand without getting too scared or anxious. Don’t get it wrong, she loved protecting others and knew it was an important job, but overthinking things just made her realize how much she had to lose. Being around her extremely caring family made that even worse.
“Shhh… (y/n), breathe, easy, you’re fine.”
“Yeah, I know, I know… It’s just, I don’t like thinking too much about it. I’m good, though, and I’ve missed you.”
“I know… ‘n I’ve missed you too. Hey, not that I’m not happy to see you, but why are you home? And awake?”
“Mum needed some help with the wedding preparations, and…”
Bill moved his gaze from his sister to his father, silently asking for a response.
“Your sister is leaving for work.”, said Arthur slowly. “It’s just not an easy decision. It’s not-”
“-It’s not safe.”. (y/n)'s gaze wandered nervously around the living room - her parents’ house still being one of the few places where she felt properly at home. She smiled slightly when she noticed a brown plush rabbit sitting on a shelf. It was her favourite toy when she was younger and had been her father’s before her. “Heck, it’s really, really dangerous, but it has to be done. I don’t have a choice, and as much as I would love to stay here with you, the longer I do the harder it becomes to leave.” She sighed. “But I have to go. Bill, will you please tell mum I’m sorry when she wakes?”
Bill looked at his sister, not really wanting to let her go, but understanding exactly how she felt. “Of course.” He grabbed the backpack and handed it to her before placing his hands firmly on her shoulders. “Stay safe, okay? Promise us that!”
“Bill-”
“(y/n/n)!”
“Stop it! You know I can’t promise something like that. I swear I’ll do my best, though.”
“Good. Then go, I’ll see you next week?”
(y/n) smiled. “Yeah, around lunchtime on Wednesday. Bye, Bill. Bye, dad.”
Arthur looked out the window and sighed sadly as his daughter disapparated. “I remember when I feared for her life because she kept climbing the big apple tree… Now I almost wish she was there, hanging on to one of the top branches, swinging back and forth.” He closed his eyes and leant against the wall behind him. “At least then I could see her. Make sure she didn’t fall.”
“I know, dad. But she’s not a kid anymore.”
“She’ll always be my kid.”
“She’ll always be short.”
“Bill!”
“Jokin’! C’mon, dad, let’s go have a cup of tea, yeh?”
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‘The plan is fool-proof!’ (y/n) coughed slightly and regretted her words as she was hit with yet another curse. The plan had been fool-proof… apart from the fact that someone at the ministry clearly had leaked information to the death eaters. The mission had relied on secrecy. It had been planned in secret and only the 12 aurors and a few ministry officials had known the details. Despite that, around 30 death eaters attacked as soon as the transport had left the city, and due to their numbers, the aurors barely stood a chance.
“Jackson, we need to get out of here as soon as possible! There’s no way we’ll be able to fight them all off.”
“You’re probably right, Weasley.”, he shouted while sending a death eater flying off his broom. “But how did this happen? We were so careful!?”
“Yeah, I don’t know.” (y/n) swiftly flew out of the way as a flash of green light almost touched her side. “But that doesn’t really matter right now. Wilson’s wounded, can you help him.”
“Sure.”
“And then get out before anyone’s killed.”
He frowned and nodded towards her. “You too.”
“Yeah, course. I’m just gonna try to take Dolohov down. I really don’t want him out and about again.”
The auror seemed to doubt his colleague’s decision for a second but was familiar with her family’s history with that particular death eater. “Fine, but be careful! I mean it, (y/n/n).” He looked straight into her eyes. “Don’t take any unnecessary risks!”
“Oh, you know me, Jacky. Careful planning, no risktaking.”
“Good. See you in the office tomorrow, then. Good luck.”
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(y/n) battled her way through a few death eaters and eventually found herself sneaking up on Dolohov.
“Expelliarmus.”
He turned around in surprise as his wand flew out of his hand.
“Incarcerus.”
Thick ropes bound the death eater, effectively preventing him from escaping. However, (y/n) was so focused on arresting the man who murdered two of her uncles that she completely missed someone approaching her from behind.
“Crucio”
She fell and dropped her wand as intense pain spread through her body. It was pain beyond anything she could ever have imagined. She unwillingly let out a scream as the pain intensified before suddenly lessening. Despite coughing and struggling, she tried to get back up on her feet but fell yet again as the same kind of agony, only a hundred times worse forced her to focus solely on not passing out.
“Well, well, well… We counted on a few random aurors to stand in our way, but who knew we’d stumble upon a blood traitor as well, huh?” The death eater, Augustus Rookwood, leant forward and spat on the ground, right by her face where she lay twitching in the mud. “How does it feel down there, Weasley? Feel at home?” He pulled (y/n) to her knees and Dolohov, who had managed to untangle himself from the rope, walked up to her and grabbed her face roughly. “Striking resemblance”, he whispered before letting her fall again. She fought to get up but failed due to the horrendous curse still causing her pain. Her eyes slowly closed as she passed out on the cold, hard ground.
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“Good morning, dears.”, said Molly, cheerfully entering the kitchen after having forced everybody to get up at first light. She had been under extreme stress lately but seemed to be in a much better mood today and the rest of the family knew why - (y/n) was coming home. Sure, that didn’t take away from the fact that the upcoming wedding meant a lot of hard work and careful planning, but having her oldest daughter home would at least help ease Mrs Weasley’s worry. “She’s not back yet, is she?”
“No, mum”, yawned Fred. “but-”
“She said she wouldn’t be back before lunch.”, finished George tiredly.
Their mother didn’t answer, but muttered something incoherent and went to prepare breakfast.
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Hours passed as the family worked to get everything ready, both for the wedding and for Harry’s birthday. Molly was so busy with preparations that she completely lost track of time, however, Fred & George started sharing worried glances around 10 am. Bill eventually noticed and had, a few hours later, become way too curious.
“Why do you two keep looking at the clock every other minute?”, he asked. “She said ‘lunch-time’, that could mean another 2-3 hours? Besides, it’s not like you to worry?”
“Well…it’s just…”
“Whenever (y/n/n) lets mum know when she thinks she’ll come home, she usually adds a few hours, sometimes an entire day.”
“That way, when she ends up being slightly late, mum doesn’t immediately lose it…”
“To be honest, we were kind of expecting her in time for breakfast, definitely before noon.”
Bill pulled his hand through his long hair (which he had not allowed his mother and her scissors to come close to) and glanced quickly out the window before looking back at his younger brothers. “Well, there’s not much we can do at the moment, is there? She’s smart and strong. Besides, it’s best not to get worried too easily, it’s probably just that dim-witted head of the department forcing her to work overtime.”
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(y/n) groaned loudly as she slowly pushed herself up. She felt dizzy, her entire body hurt and she had no idea where she was. Actually, scratch that last bit. Looking around, she realized she was in a field of some sort and could see burned parts of the now broken carriage they had used to transport the prisoners. Her hair was dripping wet due to the heavy rain and she was freezing. (y/n) struggled to stand and tried to determine roughly where they could have been when they were attacked. She knew that they had travelled northeast from London, towards Norwich, and that they probably hadn’t made it much further than Chelmsford. Her exact location didn’t really matter, though. It’s not like she could walk from London to Ottery St. Catchpole. That would take like two, maybe three, weeks in her current state - and that’s if she made it at all. No, she’d have to apparate, just not the entire distance in one go.
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“Bill, dear”, said Molly worriedly. “When did your sister say she’d be back from work?”
“I- I’m not sure”, Bill stuttered, as he sped down the stairs. “Around… dinnertime, I think?”
“What?”, asked Ron. “You said she said lunchtime!?”
Bill threw his head back and sighed as Fred kicked his younger brother under the table.
“Oh”, mumbled Ron, finally understanding. “Yeah, Bill’s right. She definitely said the evening.”
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But, dinnertime came and passed. Still no (y/n). When she still hadn't made it home a few days later, the Weasleys were forced to simply accept that something more serious had happened and just try to keep their hopes up. Molly, naturally, refused. Arthur had, while at work, done his very best to contact the other aurors that had been working that night, but unfortunately remained unsuccessful due to the now tense and strained situation at the ministry. Fleur had suggested delaying the wedding, but Bill insisted, claiming that this gave them even more of a reason to do it while they still had the chance. He could, however, barely stand the thought of not having one of his sisters there; it was difficult enough that Percy refused to come…
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She didn’t know how much time had passed, maybe a week, but eventually found herself slowly approaching her childhood home. After taking a few heavy steps, she stumbled slightly and would have tripped if not for two strong arms firmly grabbing her shoulders to keep her standing. She should probably be scared but somehow knew not to fight them.
“(y/n/n)!? Bloody hell, what in Merlin’s name happened to you?”
“Charlie?”, she gasped and grabbed her older brother’s coat as her legs suddenly gave out. “Is it really you?”
“Yeh, of course, it’s me.”, he put his sister’s arm over his shoulders. “(y/n/n), I literally just came home, where have you been? What happened? Who did this to you?”
“Work, attacked, Rookwood”
He looked her up and down with a pained expression on his face. “Okay, come on - let’s get indoors.”
They walked slowly, Charlie carefully making sure that (y/n) didn’t fall and simultaneously pepping her with questions. “How long have you been away? When were you supposed to get back to mum and dad’s?”
“Ehhh… I-I don’t know… A couple of days ago, maybe? It’s all kind of hazy right now, to be honest.”
“Holy Merlin… But wha-”
“Charlie, sorry”, she coughed slightly, “but would you mind if we wait? Mum and dad are going to want to hear everything and I don’t wanna have to relive it more times than needed…”
“Yeah. Yeah, of course.”
He knocked carefully on the door, and it was only a matter of seconds before Arthur slowly opened it. He had his wand in a tight grip and was about to have Charlie confirm his identity when he noticed the state of the person standing next to his son. Their father’s eyes widened in shock and he looked absolutely horrified.
“Molly! Bill!!”
(y/n) hadn’t heard such fear in her father’s voice since Ginny had been taken into the chamber of secrets four years earlier. He swallowed deeply. “Come in, quickly.”
Charlie put his sister on the sofa just as their mother, older brother and the twins came running down the stairs. They all grinned happily when they saw Charlie, but the smiles faded almost instantly.
“(y/n/n)?” George effortlessly jumped over an old armchair and kneeled by the couch. “Are you okay?” He removed some blood from her face using the sleeve of his jumper.
She smiled and nodded weakly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t” *cough* “don’t worry. What happened to your ear?”.
Bill and Charlie embraced each other quickly while Molly joined George on the floor. The two oldest brothers both glanced at their sister. She lay so incredibly still; completely motionless save for her steady breathing. Just as those thoughts crossed his mind, Charlie noticed something and was about to point it out when Bill beat him to it.
The oldest brother had walked over to join his family by the sofa and placed a hand on his sister’s shoulder. “(y/n/n)? You’re twitching.”
“I know.” She sighed deeply. “It’ll pass, though.
He looked deep into her eyes and fought to keep eye contact when he whispered, “was it-”
“Yes”, she answered honestly. “But, Bill, I’d rather not talk about it, if that’s okay. Besides, it was way worse a few days ago… Speaking of which, what day is it?”
“Wednesday”, said Molly bitterly, obviously understanding the meaning of the words just exchanged between her oldest son and daughter, but deciding not to push it further. “10 days. 10 days, (y/n/n). Not a word?”
“I’m sorry, mum. Truly.” She then explained everything, from the detailed plan to the overwhelming defeat. “Imagine if we had taken them down instead?” She put her head in her hands and sighed sadly. “Imagine how many people will die now, because we let them all go.”
“Sweetie”, sighed Arthur, taking her hands in his. ”You didn’t ‘let them go’. You did everything you could.”
She closed her eyes sadly. “Not enough, dad.”
“(y/n/n)”, said Bill seriously. “You can’t think like that. We’re at war, we can’t go in expecting to keep everybody safe. There will be casualties. Some of the death eaters didn’t make it either. Think instead of all the people who will survive the war now thanks to you.”
“Bill, I know for a fact that Rookwood and Dolohov got away. We’re all…”, she glanced carefully at her mother. “All aware that they won’t hesitate to kill. A-”
“It’s not like they’re invincible now?”, Fred interrupted. “(y/n/n), you’ll get another chance. Just rest now, please. You’ll be back in the field in no time, and it’ll be like this never happened.”
“Sure, bu-”
“No!”, said Molly with a firm tone. “No buts! Fred is right, you need to rest, dear.” She kissed her daughter on her forehead and left the room. The others took that as a sign and left the room with a quick ‘sleep tight’ or ‘g’night’.
(y/n) Weasley tried to listen to her family and put this minor setback behind her. She managed it for a while. At least until that fateful day of the final battle between good and bad. The day when the consequences of her failure became clear. The day her younger brother lost his life because of her.
I recently got 100 followers - thank you so much!!! I have about 15 stories/imagines/one-shots coming up (I will post soon, I swear), but thought I'd take a break from writing a let you all get to know me a bit better ;)
Get to know me:
1. Where did you grow up?
In the southern parts of Sweden. (the picture above is from my hometown)
2. Where do you currently live?
In another small town in southern Sweden, moved because of UNI.
3. Who is your first best friend?
Won't give you their name, but we've been friends since daycare/kindergarten and are still very close.
4. How tall are you?
Not, haha. About 154 cm (5'1" I think). I don't think I've grown since year 6. You learn to deal with it, but getting called thirteen when you're actually twenty gets very old very fast.
5. Dogs or Cats?
Cats!
6. Funniest moment throughout high school?
I honestly loved my time in high school, and it's very hard for me to choose only one special moment. I 'majored' (high school works a bit differently in Sweden) in maths and natural sciences and enjoyed it so much.
7. What year were you born?
2002
8. Are you in/have you gone to college?
Currently studying! Working towards a masters (five year degree in Sweden) in Physics and Maths for upper secondary school education.
9. What is your favourite drink?
Tea and Pepsi (not together)
10. What is your spirit animal and why?
I've taken the Patronus quiz on Pottermore twice and got an Osprey both times, so I guess that has to be my spirit animal.
11. You’re wearing perfume, what scent is it?
Black currant and vanilla I believe.
12. Tea or Coffee?
Tea
13. What are your life goals?
To be happy myself, and to make other people happy
:)
14. What sports do you play or have you played?
I have played football, floorball, basketball and bowling, but not anymore. I enjoy tennis too, but the only thing I do more or less every week is skating - ice skating during the winter and rollerblading once the ice melts.
15. Have any books you read changed your life?
Yes, of course. I mean, I've been a Harry Potter fan for so long now and it's next to impossible to imagine my life without those books. The Percy Jackson books have absolutely changed my life as well, but nothing will ever beat HP. It was my first fandom and will remain special to me *until the very end*.
16. What is your favourite movie?
Back to the Future (pt.1) + a bunch of MCU films.
17. Who are your favourite YouTubers?
Jay Foreman, Mark Rober, SuperCarlinBrothers, and The Game/Film Theorists.
18. Do you speak any languages and how well?
Swedish (native), English (C2), German (B1)
19. Are you single or taken?
taken❤️
20. What is your idea of your dream date?
I don't know... Nothing too... extravagant? Maybe something simple, sweet and thoughtful?
21. What's your favourite band?
5SoS!!!
22. How would you describe your fashion sense?
Nonexistent? Haha, no, but I don't really care too much about fashion. Look at Cisco in the first few seasons of the Flash and you'll get a good idea of how I dress. (Mostly plain trousers and geeky/nerdy shirts)
23. What is your go-to hairstyle?
I usually tie it up with a scrunchie when I'm working or studying, but otherwise nothing special.
24. How many siblings do you have?
One brother
25. Do you use a PC or a Mac?
PC now. I had a mac before, but a PC works better for gaming and software used in engineering. Because of that, I got a PC when it was time to upgrade.
26. Who's your role model?
I'd have to say Professor Brian Cox. I really enjoy his lectures and/or talks and he has a wonderful way of explaining even complex topics in a way that makes them approachable.
(And Remus Lupin of course, if fictional characters are allowed!)
As an aspiring physicist/teacher, they're simply people I really look up to.
Thanks for reading all that! I've got some Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, The Flash and Marvel stories coming up next - I hope you're as excited as I am :D
You tell Arthur (3/3) - Sir Leon x Reader, Arthur x Sister!Reader
Hi!!! This is part 3, you will find part 1 here, and part 2 here!
To read this as x OC instead of reader insert: Click here
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Please note:
1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)
2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)
+ CEFR level C2 (due to passing the C1 advanced test with an A)
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Word count: ≈ 2k
Warnings: Blood, injuries, awkward flirting
Enjoy! :)
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(y/n) - your name
(y/n/n) - your nickname
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You tell Arthur (Part 3/3)
He sat down and made sure to place (y/n) on his lap to keep her injured body away from the cold floor. She sighed deeply and began closing her eyes.
“No, no, (y/n), you need to stay awake, alright? Do you hear me? Please, you must not close your eyes."
He ripped a piece of fabric from his coat and secured it against her wound using his belt. The soldier who brought them down had ripped the arrow from her chest violently, so the main focus now was to put as much pressure on it as possible. Leon noticed her drifting off to sleep again and panicked.
“(y/n/n), I need you to keep your eyes open, please! You-I... Why don’t you tell me a story? Something interesting you read in a book? Just talk to me, I beg you.”
And so they did. Together, they kept the conversation going all through the night, until the morning when Gwen was let into the cell by some of the guards.
“Guinevere.”
“It’s all I could get.”, she said, handing Leon a small piece of bread and a tiny bottle. “It’s alcohol.” Leon send her a questioning look before she quietly added, “good for cleaning wounds.”
(y/n) sent Gwen a tired but thankful smile before Leon kept talking.
“I don’t understand. What are you doing here?”
“Morgana sent me to talk to you, to make you see sense.”
He spat the bread out on the floor. “I’d rather starve.”
“Listen to me!! I’m going to help you escape!”
“You know what will happen if you get caught.”
“We have to find Arthur.”
“I have a good idea where he’ll be hiding.”
“Then I need to get you out of here.”, she glanced worriedly at (y/n). “Both of you.”
“How? It’s impossible, surely?”
“I am a trusted member of the court.”
Gwen explained her plan before quickly leaving to get back to work. Leon wasn't sure about the plan, sure they had no other choice, but it was dangerous for everyone involved. Gwen would be in serious trouble if Morgana found out what she had done, and (y/n)… he hated the thought, be was sincerely doubting if the princess - his old friend - would make it out of this battle alive. She was beaten up, still bleeding, and struggled more and more to stay awake with every passing hour, though, he reminded himself with a smile, she was still trying. Still fighting.
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Roughly a day later, they were brought out of their daydreams by a jangling sound and noticed the key Gwen was pushing down the window. Leon grabbed it quickly and as soon as the sun had set, picked (y/n) up and left for Gwen’s house. The princess was looking even paler now, but he knew that this was their one chance.
They made their way through the woods as quickly as possible and found the cave where Leon thought Arthur was hiding before noon the next day. Gwen walked first and was suddenly grabbed by someone who luckily turned out to be Arthur.
“Guinevere!”, he pulled her in for a hug instead, relieved to find out that she was alright, and greeted his knight with a polite nod. “Sir Le-” That’s when he noticed his sister resting in the arms of their old friend. “(y/n)!?” He ran over and took her into his arms. “What happened to her?!”
Merlin took notice of the increased level of anger in Arthur’s voice and decided to interfere. “Arthur, she needs to be taken to Gaius. Now!”
The prince turned towards the cave but turned back around at the sound of Elyan’s voice from the cliffs above.
“We’ve been found! They’re almost upon us.”
Arthur turned towards Merlin. “Get Gaius!” He then addressed the rest. “We need to get out of here. Run!” He looked down at his sister, now unconscious in his arms. “Hold on, (y/n). Just a little longer…”
And then, they ran.
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“How is she, Gaius?”
“I’m afraid it is still too early to say, Sire. She lost a lot of blood and being severely dehydrated and malnourished is not helping.”
“But she will make it, right?”
“I would love to give you a definitive answer, but I do not want to lie or give you any false hope. I managed to stop the bleeding, no vital organs seem to have been hit - thankfully. The best we can do now is keep her warm and let her rest. If and when ska wakes she needs food and water at once.”
“If?!”
(y/n) heard the discussion between Gaius, her brother, and her best friend, but her eyes simply would not open. She could tell that someone was holding her hand, so she tried to squeeze it as hard as she could. It wasn’t much, but enough!
“(y/n)?!”
It was Arthur, and she desperately wanted to talk to him. Ask if he was alright. But alas, she couldn’t. Arthur had his moments, though, and seemed to catch on immediately.
“(y/n/n), (y/n/n), listen to me now. If you can hear me, please press my hand, okay.”
She did what her older brother asked, and heard him breathe a sigh of relief.
“You’re alive! Hah! She’s alive!”
(y/n) heard multiple people shuffle towards her and felt someone else grab her other hand - Leon. She took a deep breath and used all the strength she could muster to slowly open her eyes.
“Hey”, she whispered as loudly as she could and Arthur’s face instantly came into view.
He smiled kindly and bent down to give his sister a gentle hug. “Hey”, he said, his voice muffled by her hair. He then put his hands on her shoulders and stared straight into her eyes. “Never do that again. Never. Promise me that.”
She smiled and nodded.
“(y/n), seriously, I am going to need to hear it. Promise me that you won’t take a risk like that ever again?”
“Arthur” She let out a series of strained coughs causing Arthur and Leon to carefully help her sit before Merlin helped her with a bottle of water. She drank for a moment and swallowed deeply. “Thank you. Arthur, you know I can’t. No one knows what the future might hold. I promise that I will do my very best, though.”
Arthur did not seem particularly satisfied with that answer but chose not to argue about it now. “Right… Do you feel okay? Can you sit? Does anything hurt?”
(y/n) let out a chuckle, which unfortunately hurt so badly that she doubled over in pain. She quickly sat back up though and smiled gently at her extremely worried brother. “Yes, yes and yes - in that order. I feel, you know, as expected but still alive. It seems like I can sit up just fine, though it still hurts.”
“Where?”
“Mainly my stomach, but pretty much everywhere if I am honest. How are you doing?”
“As good as new.”
“Good” She smiled and turned to Leon instead. “And you?”
“(y/n)…”, he answered. “Do not worry about me, it’s you who are injured. I am so sorry I did nothing to save you. I-”
But (y/n) interrupted him. “Did nothing?!” She straightened up and reached for his hand. “Leon, I may not have been in perfect health these past… two? three? days, but I do know very well that I would not be alive now if it was not for you, and for that I am forever grateful.”
Arthur looked in confusion from his sister to their old friend. They had known each other for so many years now, but the prince noticed something new. Some kind of deeper understanding between the two of them - one he had never noticed before and did not quite understand…? He chose not to ponder upon it now, as there were more important matters at hand and walked over to Gwen after telling (y/n) to let him know immediately if she needed him or something changed. She nodded and turned her attention back to her friend.
“Here”, she mumbled. “Let me see.”
She pushed up the sleeves of Leon’s coat and gently brushed her fingers against his wrists. They were even worse than hers - nasty, blue bruises and dried blood.
“(y/n)… You need not worry, I assure you, I have had much worse.”
She sighed, pulling the sleeves down again. “You know, simply because matters could be worse does not mean they shouldn’t be regarded as serious.”
He looked at her adoringly. “You are right, of course. As always.” He moved closer and brushed some of her blond hair behind her ear. He took her face gently in his hand and they both leant closer but were abruptly interrupted.
“Here!” Leon pulled back immediately at the sound of Arthur’s voice. “Come and join me.”
(y/n) picked up on parts of her brother’s pep talk, listening proudly as he spoke of the round table and the equality it represented, but quickly felt herself giving in and falling back into unconsciousness.
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The moment she woke up, she felt someone staring at her. She sat up slowly, still hurting, but feeling a lot better than she had before. (y/n) struggled only for a second and instantly felt a hand on her back helping her up.
“(y/n), you’re awake! How are you feeling?”
“Leon!”. She felt warm inside as she realized who it was, and ignored the pain as she embraced him tightly. “I’m so glad to see you. Are you okay?”
“Yes, (y/n/n), we are good. Listen, the battle is won, we need to get you back to Camelot. Your bother is waiting and Gaius wanted to treat your wound properly.”
“And what about my father?”
“He is alive, do not worry. He is understandably quite upset due to Morgana’s sudden betrayal, though I am sure he will be pleased to know that you are alright. Here, let me help you.” He put his arm around her shoulders and hoisted her to her feet. “Can you stand?”
She took a deep breath. “Almost, let’s go!”
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They were almost back in Camelot when Leon swallowed deeply and said, “Listen, (y/n)… When happened back there, before we left for battle...”
“You mean what almost happened?”
“I-”
“But didn’t thanks to Arthur?”
“Right.” He appeared more nervous than (y/n) had ever seen before. “I am deeply sorry, I shouldn’t have-”
“Leon.”
“-Especially not when you were in such a weakened state-
“Leon.”
“But I want you to know that when you- or, or if you want to, then-”
“Leon!” He finally went quiet as she managed to catch his attention. She send him a kind smile and put her hand on his arm, causing him to take a step closer. “I do want to.”
“I-I… Are you sure?”
She giggled slightly. “About what - you?”
“I suppose?”
“Yes, without a doubt.”
“Well, in that case…”
He pulled her closer and the two childhood friends finally shared their first kiss. Their friendship had evolved over the years, at first mainly gotten stronger, but eventually blossomed into something the two five-year-olds who used to push each other into lakes and race to the top of trees never could have imagined.
They eventually pulled away and glanced nervously at each other.
“So…”
“That was...
“Yes…”
He cleared his throat. “Ehm.. perhaps we should head back?”
“Of course, you are right.” He reached for her hand and grabbed it gently.
“So, (y/n), what would you say about a picnic tomorrow? And perhaps a ride once you have healed properly?”
She blushed and smiled at his suggestion. “That sounds lovely! I have one condition, though.”
He froze at her words, not particularly liking the way it sounded, but naturally gave her a solemn nod. She placed her hand on his shoulder and looked at him seriously, however quickly failed to keep the act up and sent him a sweet smile instead. “You tell Arthur!”
You tell Arthur (3/3) - Sir Leon x Pendragon!Sister, Arthur x Sister
Hi!!! This is part 3, you will find part 1 here, and part 2 here!
To read this as a reader insert instead of OC: Click here
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Please note:
1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)
2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)
+ CEFR level C2 (due to passing the C1 advanced test with an A)
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Word count: ≈ 2k
Warnings: Blood, injuries, awkward flirting
Enjoy! :)
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You tell Arthur (Part 3/3)
He sat down and made sure to place Alys on his lap to keep her injured body away from the cold floor. She sighed deeply and began closing her eyes.
“No, no, Alys, you need to stay awake, alright? Do you hear me? Please, you must not close your eyes."
He ripped a piece of fabric from his coat and secured it against her wound using his belt. The soldier who brought them down had ripped the arrow from her chest violently, so the main focus now was to put as much pressure on it as possible. Leon noticed her drifting off to sleep again and panicked.
“Ally, I need you to keep your eyes open, please! You-I... Why don’t you tell me a story? Something interesting you read in a book? Just talk to me, I beg you.”
And so they did. Together, they kept the conversation going all through the night, until the morning when Gwen was let into the cell by some of the guards.
“Guinevere.”
“It’s all I could get.”, she said, handing Leon a small piece of bread and a tiny bottle. “It’s alcohol.” Leon send her a questioning look before she quietly added, “good for cleaning wounds.”
Alys sent Gwen a tired but thankful smile before Leon kept talking.
“I don’t understand. What are you doing here?”
“Morgana sent me to talk to you, to make you see sense.”
He spat the bread out on the floor. “I’d rather starve.”
“Listen to me!! I’m going to help you escape!”
“You know what will happen if you get caught.”
“We have to find Arthur.”
“I have a good idea where he’ll be hiding.”
“Then I need to get you out of here.”, she glanced worriedly at Alys. “Both of you.”
“How? It’s impossible, surely?”
“I am a trusted member of the court.”
Gwen explained her plan before quickly leaving to get back to work. Leon wasn't sure about the plan, sure they had no other choice, but it was dangerous for everyone involved. Gwen would be in serious trouble if Morgana found out what she had done, and Alys… he hated the thought, be was sincerely doubting if the princess - his old friend - would make it out of this battle alive. She was beaten up, still bleeding, and struggled more and more to stay awake with every passing hour, though, he reminded himself with a smile, she was still trying. Still fighting.
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Roughly a day later, they were brought out of their daydreams by a jangling sound and noticed the key Gwen was pushing down the window. Leon grabbed it quickly and as soon as the sun had set, picked Alys up and left for Gwen’s house. The princess was looking even paler now, but he knew that this was their one chance.
They made their way through the woods as quickly as possible and found the cave where Leon thought Arthur was hiding before noon the next day. Gwen walked first and was suddenly grabbed by someone who luckily turned out to be Arthur.
“Guinevere!”, he pulled her in for a hug instead, relieved to find out that she was alright, and greeted his knight with a polite nod. “Sir Le-” That’s when he noticed his sister resting in the arms of their old friend. “Alys!?” He ran over and took her into his arms. “What happened to her?!”
Merlin took notice of the increased level of anger in Arthur’s voice and decided to interfere. “Arthur, she needs to be taken to Gaius. Now!”
The prince turned towards the cave but turned back around at the sound of Elyan’s voice from the cliffs above.
“We’ve been found! They’re almost upon us.”
Arthur turned towards Merlin. “Get Gaius!” He then addressed the rest. “We need to get out of here. Run!” He looked down at his sister, now unconscious in his arms. “Hold on, Alys. Just a little longer…”
And then, they ran.
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“How is she, Gaius?”
“I’m afraid it is still too early to say, Sire. She lost a lot of blood and being severely dehydrated and malnourished is not helping.”
“But she will make it, right?”
“I would love to give you a definitive answer, but I do not want to lie or give you any false hope. I managed to stop the bleeding, no vital organs seem to have been hit - thankfully. The best we can do now is keep her warm and let her rest. If and when ska wakes she needs food and water at once.”
“If?!”
Alys heard the discussion between Gaius, her brother, and her best friend, but her eyes simply would not open. She could tell that someone was holding her hand, so she tried to squeeze it as hard as she could. It wasn’t much, but enough!
“Alys?!”
It was Arthur, and she desperately wanted to talk to him. Ask if he was alright. But alas, she couldn’t. Arthur had his moments, though, and seemed to catch on immediately.
“Ally, Ally, listen to me now. If you can hear me, please press my hand, okay.”
She did what her older brother asked, and heard him breathe a sigh of relief.
“You’re alive! Hah! She’s alive!”
Alys heard multiple people shuffle towards her and felt someone else grab her other hand - Leon. She took a deep breath and used all the strength she could muster to slowly open her eyes.
“Hey”, she whispered as loudly as she could and Arthur’s face instantly came into view.
He smiled kindly and bent down to give his sister a gentle hug. “Hey”, he said, his voice muffled by her hair. He then put his hands on her shoulders and stared straight into her eyes. “Never do that again. Never. Promise me that.”
She smiled and nodded.
“Alys, seriously, I am going to need to hear it. Promise me that you won’t take a risk like that ever again?”
“Arthur” She let out a series of strained coughs causing Arthur and Leon to carefully help her sit before Merlin helped her with a bottle of water. She drank for a moment and swallowed deeply. “Thank you. Arthur, you know I can’t. No one knows what the future might hold. I promise that I will do my very best, though.”
Arthur did not seem particularly satisfied with that answer but chose not to argue about it now. “Right… Do you feel okay? Can you sit? Does anything hurt?”
Alys let out a chuckle, which unfortunately hurt so badly that she doubled over in pain. She quickly sat back up though and smiled gently at her extremely worried brother. “Yes, yes and yes - in that order. I feel, you know, as expected but still alive. It seems like I can sit up just fine, though it still hurts.”
“Where?”
“Mainly my stomach, but pretty much everywhere if I am honest. How are you doing?”
“As good as new.”
“Good” She smiled and turned to Leon instead. “And you?”
“Alys…”, he answered. “Do not worry about me, it’s you who are injured. I am so sorry I did nothing to save you. I-”
But Alys interrupted him. “Did nothing?!” She straightened up and reached for his hand. “Leon, I may not have been in perfect health these past… two? three? days, but I do know very well that I would not be alive now if it was not for you, and for that I am forever grateful.”
Arthur looked in confusion from his sister to their old friend. They had known each other for so many years now, but the prince noticed something new. Some kind of deeper understanding between the two of them - one he had never noticed before and did not quite understand…? He chose not to ponder upon it now, as there were more important matters at hand and walked over to Gwen after telling Alys to let him know immediately if she needed him or something changed. She nodded and turned her attention back to her friend.
“Here”, she mumbled. “Let me see.”
She pushed up the sleeves of Leon’s coat and gently brushed her fingers against his wrists. They were even worse than hers - nasty, blue bruises and dried blood.
“Alys… You need not worry, I assure you, I have had much worse.”
She sighed, pulling the sleeves down again. “You know, simply because matters could be worse does not mean they shouldn’t be regarded as serious.”
He looked at her adoringly. “You are right, of course. As always.” He moved closer and brushed some of her blond hair behind her ear. He took her face gently in his hand and they both leant closer but were abruptly interrupted.
“Here!” Leon pulled back immediately at the sound of Arthur’s voice. “Come and join me.”
Alys picked up on parts of her brother’s pep talk, listening proudly as he spoke of the round table and the equality it represented, but quickly felt herself giving in and falling back into unconsciousness.
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The moment she woke up, she felt someone staring at her. She sat up slowly, still hurting, but feeling a lot better than she had before. Alys struggled only for a second and instantly felt a hand on her back helping her up.
“Alys, you’re awake! How are you feeling?”
“Leon!”. She felt warm inside as she realized who it was, and ignored the pain as she embraced him tightly. “I’m so glad to see you. Are you okay?”
“Yes, Ally, we are good. Listen, the battle is won, we need to get you back to Camelot. Your bother is waiting and Gaius wanted to treat your wound properly.”
“And what about my father?”
“He is alive, do not worry. He is understandably quite upset due to Morgana’s sudden betrayal, though I am sure he will be pleased to know that you are alright. Here, let me help you.” He put his arm around her shoulders and hoisted her to her feet. “Can you stand?”
She took a deep breath. “Almost, let’s go!”
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They were almost back in Camelot when Leon swallowed deeply and said, “Listen, Alys… When happened back there, before we left for battle...”
“You mean what almost happened?”
“I-”
“But didn’t thanks to Arthur?”
“Right.” He appeared more nervous than Alys had ever seen before. “I am deeply sorry, I shouldn’t have-”
“Leon.”
“-Especially not when you were in such a weakened state-
“Leon.”
“But I want you to know that when you- or, or if you want to, then-”
“Leon!” He finally went quiet as she managed to catch his attention. She send him a kind smile and put her hand on his arm, causing him to take a step closer. “I do want to.”
“I-I… Are you sure?”
She giggled slightly. “About what - you?”
“I suppose?”
“Yes, without a doubt.”
“Well, in that case…”
He pulled her closer and the two childhood friends finally shared their first kiss. Their friendship had evolved over the years, at first mainly gotten stronger, but eventually blossomed into something the two five-year-olds who used to push each other into lakes and race to the top of trees never could have imagined.
They eventually pulled away and glanced nervously at each other.
“So…”
“That was...
“Yes…”
He cleared his throat. “Ehm.. perhaps we should head back?”
“Of course, you are right.” He reached for her hand and grabbed it gently.
“So, Alys, what would you say about a picnic tomorrow? And perhaps a ride once you have healed properly?”
She blushed and smiled at his suggestion. “That sounds lovely! I have one condition, though.”
He froze at her words, not particularly liking the way it sounded, but naturally gave her a solemn nod. She placed her hand on his shoulder and looked at him seriously, however quickly failed to keep the act up and sent him a sweet smile instead. “You tell Arthur!”
You tell Arthur (2/3) - Sir Leon x Reader, Arthur x Sister!Reader
Hi!!! This is part 2, you will find part 1 here!
To read this as x OC instead of reader insert: Click here
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Please note:
1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)
2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)
+ CEFR level C2 (due to passing the C1 advanced test with an A)
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Word count: ≈ 1,8k
Warnings: Wounds, blood, capture, Morgana
Enjoy! :)
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(y/n) - your name
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You tell Arthur (Part 2/3)
“Listen, I am on a tight schedule so I will make this as quick as possible. You are going to be given a choice, and I advise you to make the right one. It will be less painful for you. IF you pledge your allegiance to the new ruler of Camelot and swear to do so in front of the people to help us win their trust, then you will get to keep your life, your title as princess, and rule by our side.”
“And if I refuse?”
“Then you will be sentenced with high treason and thrown in the dungeons with the rest of the troublemakers. Doesn’t sound too pleasant if you ask me, so, what will it be?”
(y/n) tried to make sense of what Morgause was telling her, but waiting even just a few seconds proved to be a test of the blonde’s patience. She waved her hand causing (y/n) to go flying backwards into the stone wall. The princess fell to the floor and was roughly pulled to her feet by two of the guards - one of which forced her head up and pressed a dagger to her throat.
“Let’s try that again, don’t you think?”, asked Morgause tauntingly. “I just want a simple answer - Yes or No - do you pledge your allegiance to the new ruler of Camelot? YES or NO!?”
The dagger was pressed tighter into her skin, but (y/n) took a deep breath, looked Morgause directly in the eye and said: “No.”
“Very well!”, said Morgause. “You have made your choice”. She handed two of the soldiers a few long, thick chains, and left the room after uttering three more words. “Take her away.”
The soldiers walked closer and gestured for (y/n) to hold her hands out. She could have fought back, sure, but she knew very well that one, lone, cornered, unarmed woman would be no match for four IMMORTAL men armed with swords and knives, so she decided to simply be compliant this time.
Her hands were put in tight cuffs behind her back, a slightly longer chain between her feet - thus making it possible to walk, but impossible to run or flee. The last one was a longer link connected to a large ‘ring’, and that one was placed firmly around her neck. The heaviest of the soldiers grabbed the end of the last chain and began roughly dragging the young princess towards the dungeons.
Once they arrived, the door to one of the cells was opened, she was thrown violently to the ground, and the soldier had left and locked the cell door before (y/n)’s body had touched the floor.
She felt quite discombobulated due to hitting her head badly on the hard stone floor but still heard someone calling her name. She remained unable to figure out who it was but somehow felt weirdly safe when someone gently pulled her small body into a warm embrace.
“(y/n)!? (Y/N)!?!”
She blinked a couple of times, trying to make her view less blurry, but soon realized just how tired she was and began closing her eyes. Whoever was holding her did, however, not seem to think that was such a great idea, as he would shake her, first slightly, but then more and more.
“No! (y/n), you cannot close your eyes. Look at me, please?”
Something within her recognized the voice though, so she tried to listen and opened her eyes slowly.
“Hey, (y/n), hey!”
“L-Leon?”
“Oh, thank God you’re alright. Are you hurt? Can you sit?”
“Ye-I-I think so… I believe it’s just my head that is hurting.” She wiggled around slightly, struggling to sit up due to the heavy chains.
“Here. Come here.”
(y/n) moved even closer to him and together they managed to get her up properly.
“Thank you. What happened? How did you end up here?”
“We are severely outnumbered, and it is getting worse by the minute as the soldiers will not die. There was-we tried, but there was nothing we could do. I-”
“Hey”, she said calmly, leaning her head carefully on his shoulder as she could sense the worry getting worse. “Leon, I understand. I didn’t try to fight them either, as it is clear that neither skills nor experience will be of any help here. We will need a well thought out plan if we are to defeat them.” She paused for a second and shuddered slightly. It was way colder in the dungeons than the rest of the palace, and she had per usual not been wearing more than one of the fancy dresses her father deemed ‘appropriate’. Leon obviously noticed and placed his long, red cloak around her.
“There”
“Thanks again, are you sure you won’t need it?”
“(y/n), I am wearing full armour, I can do without the cloak. You must be freezing, though.”
“I am good now, thanks to you.” She sent him a slight smile. “You didn’t find Arthur, did you?”
“I am afraid not. With any luck he’s alright, any reinforcements here would be greatly appreciated.”
“I am sure he will come, the question is whether or not he will do so in time. I mean sure Cenred will h-”
“(y/n), it is not Cenred who is behind the attack.”
She turned to him with a surprised look on her face. “What? How do you- What are you talking about, of course, it is-”
“No”, he interrupted, as the sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs. Shadows on the walls informed them that whoever was walking downstairs was also coming their way. Leon stood quickly and pushed (y/n) protectively behind him, just as someone wearing a long, purple dress walked around the corner and came to a halt in front of the cell. “It is Morgana.”
“Oh, how clever you are.”
(y/n) looked up and was shocked to see someone she considered a close friend - even part of her family - staring back at her.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my two favourite love birds? Enjoying your time together?”
(y/n) desperately wanted to come up with a witty response but found herself feeling too confused and betrayed to say anything at all. Leon said nothing either and Morgana simply sighed, turned around and walked back up the stairs.
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A few days later four guards entered the cell, two of which put shackles, similar to those (y/n) had been given, around Leon’s wrists before violently pushing him out of the cell. The other two walked up to her, one placed his hand forcefully around her left arm and the other got a firm grip on the chains still hanging from her neck, only to force her forwards by yanking it aggressively.
“Stop it!”, yelled Leon. (y/n) stumbled slightly but was pulled to her feet by the soldier on her right and let out a strangled cough as the rusty metal cut into her skin. “Stop it! You are hurting her!”
“It is fine.”, she wheezed. “I am good.” She did not dare to look her friend in the eyes, but would barely have had the time to do so before the soldiers began pushing them up the stairs and into the main hall.
They walked to the centre of the hall, where the guards shoved them to their knees.
“Tell me, Sir Leon, how have you enjoyed the first week of my reign?” A moment of silence followed, but Morgana was impatient. “Speak up! Are you and your fellow knights ready to honour and serve me?”
“I would rather die.”
“That”, intervened Morgause, “can be arranged.”
“My loyalty is to the king, prince Arthur and princess (y/n). There is nothing you can do to change that.”
“We shall see.”, answered Morgana. “Speaking of which, princess (y/n), how are you enjoying the reinvented kingdom? Surely you must see what great changes we are implementing, or would you rather go back to having your father tell you what you must and cannot do?”
(y/n) finally turned her gaze up and looked straight at her former friend. “Morgana, why are you doing this? Please, see reason, there must be another way!”
Morgana smirked. “Oh, little (y/n). You always did say that you wanted to become a knight one day - I can see why now. You sound exactly like one.” She stood up and walked closer to (y/n) who was once again keeping her head down. “You were given a chance and I will grant you one more - will you swear your loyalty to me and rule by my side as sisters? It is a simple question: yes or no?”
“No…”
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. What did you say?”
“I said no, Morgana, just like the first time I was asked. I am sorry it has to be this way, bu-”
“So am I.”, she said, not the ghost of a smile on her face. She sent a nod to her soldiers, who pulled the prisoners to their feet and once again brought them down to the dungeons.
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They didn’t get to rest very long, though, as they were brought out and lined up with the rest of the knights in the main courtyard later that day. A big group of civilians were watching from afar, as Morgana addressed them all from a balcony above the palace entrance.
“I will give you one more chance, to pledge your allegiance to me.”
Her long line of soldiers readied their crossbows and aimed them at the knights and the princess. Leon reached out for (y/n)’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. He then looked straight at Morgana, holding his head high, and let out a shout. “Long live the king!” The rest of the knights answered with the same phrase, and Morgana gave them her response.
“Perhaps this will help you change your mind.”
She raised her hand and the armed soldiers turned to the right before firing their weapons straight at the innocent bystanders. The knights let out a pained “NOO!”, and though (y/n) thought the same, she found herself unable to produce any sound at all, as she collapsed to the hard ground, coughing up hot blood on the old, grey stones. Leon noticed his friend falling, but did not manage to catch her before she hit the ground. However, he immediately kneeled by her side, scanning her bruised body for any urgent injuries and breathed sharply when noticing an arrow lodged deeply into her abdomen. The knight looked around frantically and realized that not all the soldiers had turned towards the civilians. All but one had. The man in the middle was still facing forwards and Leon had been in enough fights in his life to know a guilty man when he saw one. The soldier showed no sign of remorse or regret and Leon quickly brought (y/n) into his arms before they were forced back down to the cells.
You tell Arthur (2/3) - Sir Leon x Pendragon!Sister, Arthur x Sister
Hi!!! This is part 2, you will find part 1 here!
To read this as a reader insert instead of OC: Click here
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Please note:
1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)
2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)
+ CEFR level C2 (due to passing the C1 advanced test with an A)
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Word count: ≈ 1,8k
Warnings: Wounds, blood, capture, Morgana
Enjoy! :)
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You tell Arthur (Part 2/3)
“Listen, I am on a tight schedule so I will make this as quick as possible. You are going to be given a choice, and I advise you to make the right one. It will be less painful for you. IF you pledge your allegiance to the new ruler of Camelot and swear to do so in front of the people to help us win their trust, then you will get to keep your life, your title as princess, and rule by our side.”
“And if I refuse?”
“Then you will be sentenced with high treason and thrown in the dungeons with the rest of the troublemakers. Doesn’t sound too pleasant if you ask me, so, what will it be?”
Alys tried to make sense of what Morgause was telling her, but waiting even just a few seconds proved to be a test of the blonde’s patience. She waved her hand causing Alys to go flying backwards into the stone wall. The princess fell to the floor and was roughly pulled to her feet by two of the guards - one of which forced her head up and pressed a dagger to her throat.
“Let’s try that again, don’t you think?”, asked Morgause tauntingly. “I just want a simple answer - Yes or No - do you pledge your allegiance to the new ruler of Camelot? YES or NO!?”
The dagger was pressed tighter into her skin, but Alys took a deep breath, looked Morgause directly in the eye and said: “No.”
“Very well!”, said Morgause. “You have made your choice”. She handed two of the soldiers a few long, thick chains, and left the room after uttering three more words. “Take her away.”
The soldiers walked closer and gestured for Alys to hold her hands out. She could have fought back, sure, but she knew very well that one, lone, cornered, unarmed woman would be no match for four IMMORTAL men armed with swords and knives, so she decided to simply be compliant this time.
Her hands were put in tight cuffs behind her back, a slightly longer chain between her feet - thus making it possible to walk, but impossible to run or flee. The last one was a longer link connected to a large ‘ring’, and that one was placed firmly around her neck. The heaviest of the soldiers grabbed the end of the last chain and began roughly dragging the young princess towards the dungeons.
Once they arrived, the door to one of the cells was opened, she was thrown violently to the ground, and the soldier had left and locked the cell door before Alys’ body had touched the floor.
She felt quite discombobulated due to hitting her head badly on the hard stone floor but still heard someone calling her name. She remained unable to figure out who it was but somehow felt weirdly safe when someone gently pulled her small body into a warm embrace.
“Alys!? ALYS!?!”
She blinked a couple of times, trying to make her view less blurry, but soon realized just how tired she was and began closing her eyes. Whoever was holding her did, however, not seem to think that was such a great idea, as he would shake her, first slightly, but then more and more.
“No! Alys, you cannot close your eyes. Look at me, please?”
Something within her recognized the voice though, so she tried to listen and opened her eyes slowly.
“Hey, Alys, hey!”
“L-Leon?”
“Oh, thank God you’re alright. Are you hurt? Can you sit?”
“Ye-I-I think so… I believe it’s just my head that is hurting.” She wiggled around slightly, struggling to sit up due to the heavy chains.
“Here. Come here.”
Alys moved even closer to him and together they managed to get her up properly.
“Thank you. What happened? How did you end up here?”
“We are severely outnumbered, and it is getting worse by the minute as the soldiers will not die. There was-we tried, but there was nothing we could do. I-”
“Hey”, she said calmly, leaning her head carefully on his shoulder as she could sense the worry getting worse. “Leon, I understand. I didn’t try to fight them either, as it is clear that neither skills nor experience will be of any help here. We will need a well thought out plan if we are to defeat them.” She paused for a second and shuddered slightly. It was way colder in the dungeons than the rest of the palace, and she had per usual not been wearing more than one of the fancy dresses her father deemed ‘appropriate’. Leon obviously noticed and placed his long, red cloak around her.
“There”
“Thanks again, are you sure you won’t need it?”
“Alys, I am wearing full armour, I can do without the cloak. You must be freezing, though.”
“I am good now, thanks to you.” She sent him a slight smile. “You didn’t find Arthur, did you?”
“I am afraid not. With any luck he’s alright, any reinforcements here would be greatly appreciated.”
“I am sure he will come, the question is whether or not he will do so in time. I mean sure Cenred will h-”
“Alys, it is not Cenred who is behind the attack.”
She turned to him with a surprised look on her face. “What? How do you- What are you talking about, of course, it is-”
“No”, he interrupted, as the sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs. Shadows on the walls informed them that whoever was walking downstairs was also coming their way. Leon stood quickly and pushed Alys protectively behind him, just as someone wearing a long, purple dress walked around the corner and came to a halt in front of the cell. “It is Morgana.”
“Oh, how clever you are.”
Alys looked up and was shocked to see someone she considered a close friend - even part of her family - staring back at her.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my two favourite love birds? Enjoying your time together?”
Alys desperately wanted to come up with a witty response but found herself feeling too confused and betrayed to say anything at all. Leon said nothing either and Morgana simply sighed, turned around and walked back up the stairs.
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A few days later four guards entered the cell, two of which put shackles, similar to those Alys had been given, around Leon’s wrists before violently pushing him out of the cell. The other two walked up to her, one placed his hand forcefully around her left arm and the other got a firm grip on the chains still hanging from her neck, only to force her forwards by yanking it aggressively.
“Stop it!”, yelled Leon. Alys stumbled slightly but was pulled to her feet by the soldier on her right and let out a strangled cough as the rusty metal cut into her skin. “Stop it! You are hurting her!”
“It is fine.”, she wheezed. “I am good.” She did not dare to look her friend in the eyes, but would barely have had the time to do so before the soldiers began pushing them up the stairs and into the main hall.
They walked to the centre of the hall, where the guards shoved them to their knees.
“Tell me, Sir Leon, how have you enjoyed the first week of my reign?” A moment of silence followed, but Morgana was impatient. “Speak up! Are you and your fellow knights ready to honour and serve me?”
“I would rather die.”
“That”, intervened Morgause, “can be arranged.”
“My loyalty is to the king, prince Arthur and princess Alys. There is nothing you can do to change that.”
“We shall see.”, answered Morgana. “Speaking of which, princess Alys, how are you enjoying the reinvented kingdom? Surely you must see what great changes we are implementing, or would you rather go back to having your father tell you what you must and cannot do?”
Alys finally turned her gaze up and looked straight at her former friend. “Morgana, why are you doing this? Please, see reason, there must be another way!”
Morgana smirked. “Oh, little Alys. You always did say that you wanted to become a knight one day - I can see why now. You sound exactly like one.” She stood up and walked closer to Alys who was once again keeping her head down. “You were given a chance and I will grant you one more - will you swear your loyalty to me and rule by my side as sisters? It is a simple question: yes or no?”
“No…”
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. What did you say?”
“I said no, Morgana, just like the first time I was asked. I am sorry it has to be this way, bu-”
“So am I.”, she said, not the ghost of a smile on her face. She sent a nod to her soldiers, who pulled the prisoners to their feet and once again brought them down to the dungeons.
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They didn’t get to rest very long, though, as they were brought out and lined up with the rest of the knights in the main courtyard later that day. A big group of civilians were watching from afar, as Morgana addressed them all from a balcony above the palace entrance.
“I will give you one more chance, to pledge your allegiance to me.”
Her long line of soldiers readied their crossbows and aimed them at the knights and the princess. Leon reached out for Alys’ hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. He then looked straight at Morgana, holding his head high, and let out a shout. “Long live the king!” The rest of the knights answered with the same phrase, and Morgana gave them her response.
“Perhaps this will help you change your mind.”
She raised her hand and the armed soldiers turned to the right before firing their weapons straight at the innocent bystanders. The knights let out a pained “NOO!”, and though Alys thought the same, she found herself unable to produce any sound at all, as she collapsed to the hard ground, coughing up hot blood on the old, grey stones. Leon noticed his friend falling, but did not manage to catch her before she hit the ground. However, he immediately kneeled by her side, scanning her bruised body for any urgent injuries and breathed sharply when noticing an arrow lodged deeply into her abdomen. The knight looked around frantically and realized that not all the soldiers had turned towards the civilians. All but one had. The man in the middle was still facing forwards and Leon had been in enough fights in his life to know a guilty man when he saw one. The soldier showed no sign of remorse or regret and Leon quickly brought Alys into his arms before they were forced back down to the cells.
You tell Arthur (1/3) - Sir Leon x Reader, Arthur x Sister!Reader
Hiiiii!!! You know when a songwriter is asked 'how long did it take to write this song?", and they answer something like 'ehh, about 30 minutes... it just came to me.'? Because that is pretty much how I felt with this one! Granted, it took me longer than 30 minutes, but I definitely wrote faster than usual ;)
To read this as x OC instead of reader insert: Click here
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Please note:
1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)
2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)
+ CEFR level C2 (due to passing the C1 advanced test with an A)
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Word count: ≈ 1,8k
Warnings: Mentions of death, Uther
Enjoy! :)
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(y/n) - your name
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You tell Arthur (Part 1/3)
(y/n) Pendragon stood quietly behind her father when her older twin brother entered the room. She somehow sensed that he brought bad news, but had not anticipated anything quite as bad as this.
“It was Cenred who did this, you’re certain of it?”
“Yes, my Lord. His messenger has only this minute departed Camelot. Cenred said that the patrol trespassed on his land, and an example had to be made.”
“How many dead?”
“All of them, sire. Every last man.”
“The knights?”
“All lost. Edric, Oldoff, Osric… and Sir Leon.”
(y/n) closed her eyes with a pained expression on her face. Receiving word of death was seldom a good thing, but that of Sir Leon was excruciatingly painful for the young princess. She could feel both Arthur and Merlin staring at her, but decided to leave the room before anyone could notice her tears.
The princess and the knight were childhood friends. They used to play together when they were really young, and when they became older and Uther refused to let (y/n) join the knights in training, Arthur and Leon used to practice with her in secret. While most people grow apart, their friendship had stood the test of time, and they would still go on walks or hang out at least once a week. (y/n) wasn’t quite sure whether her feelings were purely platonic or not, but it never really seemed to matter; she just wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. That thought made his sudden death all the more tragic, and it took a while before the meaning of everything Arthur had said actually sank in.
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She sat by the window in her chambers when Arthur came knocking on her door.
“(y/n).”
Turning around she met her brother’s gaze.
“(y/n), I am very sorry. How - are you okay?”
She took a deep breath and looked away.
“No”, (y/n) answered truthfully. “No, Arthur, of course not. How could this happen?”
“I- I don’t know. I am sure it was an honest mistake on our side. I-”
Arthur was interrupted by rapid knocking on the door.
“Sire?”
The door was pushed open and the servant who did so looked relieved when he noticed Arthur.
“My Lord”, he acknowledged. “Princess. Sire, the king requests your presence in the main hall.”
“What happened?”, asked Arthur, clearly confused.
“One of the knights, previously presumed dead, has returned. Alive, Sire.”
(y/n) stood quickly, but Arthur grabbed her arm even faster.
“(y/n)...”
“Arthur!”
He looked at his sister tiredly but knew that there was nothing he could do to make her stay.
“Fine”, he sighed. “Come on.”
The siblings ran down the stairs, (y/n) almost tripping on her long, blue dress. They entered the hall and were met with a familiar face.
“We thought you were dead for sure!”, exclaimed Arthur as he embraced Leon in a brotherly hug.
“I was dead, or as good as. Until the druids found me.”
“Druids?”
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became much tenser as the matter of druids and magic was discussed, but (y/n) could only focus on the fact that her best friend was alive.
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“Is that it?”
“That’s it. He’s exhausted, Sire, and severely dehydrated but give him time, he’ll make a full recovery.”
Everyone in the room looked extremely relieved at the physician’s statement.
“Thank you, Gaius.”
Uther, Gaius and Merlin left, and Arthur followed after patting his sister on her shoulder.
“Princess”
“Sir Leon”
He smiled awkwardly. “Just Leon is fine.”
“So is (y/n).”
They smiled at each other for a moment, but it eventually became too much and (y/n) walked up to the bed and puller her friend in for a tight hug - one he quickly returned. Some might find it inappropriate for a princess and a knight to embrace one another in such a way, but when the two were alone like this all titles felt… redundant?
“I am so glad you are okay! You scared me, though…”
“I am sorry, it was never my intention to frighten you.”
“Of course, I know, it’s just… You know, the concept of losing you forever is… I have never considered it before, and I really don’t want to do it again…”
“You have my word, (y/n). I will do my very best to keep you from worrying.”
“Good!” (y/n) stood and blew out the candle by the bad. “Now, please, rest.”
“Right. Good night, (y/n).”
“Good night, Leon.”
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(y/n) was walking back to her chambers, now feeling much better than the last time she did so. She was just about to turn around a corner when she heard two voices - her father and her brother.
“You called for me, father.”
“Cenred is our sworn enemy. We cannot risk him getting his hands on the cup of life.”
“I know, father.”
“You must retrieve it. Your mission must remain secret. You can speak to no one of this.”
“I will take only my most trusted men.”
(y/n) decided to make her presence known and walked naturally around the corner.
“It sounds like I could join you then.”
Uther turned around with a furious look on his face.
“Certainly not! I will not allow my daughter to enter enemy land. End of discussion.”
“Bu-”
“(y/n), please…”, muttered Arthur, sensing that this debate would lead them nowhere.
“But, Arthur, if I could ju-”
“QUIET!!”, roared Uther. “This is an incredibly dangerous quest, and you are a princess. It is not part of your duty, and we shall discuss the matter no further. Now, Arthur, we’ve seen what happened to the last patrol that entered Cenred’s land. You must go alone. I’m sorry to place such a burden upon you but there is no one else I can trust.”
“I understand, father.”
“Good. Now, will you please escort your sister back to her chambers, and make sure she does not go with you.”
“Yes, father.”, said Arthur. He placed his right hand on his sister’s shoulder and started guiding her towards her room. Once he was sure their father couldn’t hear them Arthur decided to speak up.
“(y/n), what are you thinking? Listen, I know that you want to join us in battle, but you already know that father is opposed to it - why would you even try to convince him to let you go on the most dangerous one yet?”
“I know.. I-I just…”
“Look”, said Arthur calmly. “I understand that you were worried about Leon - any good friend would be - but he is back. He is fine. The best thing you can do now is to stay here, and make sure he stays that way, and let me and Merlin go after the cup, alright?”
She sighed in defeat. “Alright.”
“Good, now go to bed. Please.”
“I’m going!”
“Good!”
“Night, Arthur! Good luck!”
“Night, (y/n)!”
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(y/n) once again found herself standing behind her father as he was addressing his men.
“Arthur should be back by now.”, he stated worriedly.
“I’m sure there’s a simple explanation, Sire.”, answered Leon, standing awkwardly in front of the king.
“You know as well as I do he’s been gone too long.” (y/n) could tell that her father was getting anxious, and it became clearer as he continued to give Leon orders. “Take a patrol, as many men as you need. Whatever it takes, find him!”
“Yes, sire.”, said Leon shortly before leaving the room.
(y/n) shared a worried glance with Morgana before quickly leaving the room and running around to the main entrance. She rounded the corner just in time to see the blond knight walk through the door to the courtyard.
“Leon! Wait!”
He turned around at the sound of his name and approached his old friend.
“(y/n)”. He nodded respectfully towards her.
“I-I just… Please, be careful, okay?”. They were close - barely ten inches apart - and (y/n) kept her head down, desperately trying to think of something to say.
“(y/n)”, he muttered kindly, using his gloved hand to gently tilt her head upwards to look her in the eyes. “(y/n), I gave you my word. I would not dare to break it.”
“I know. Good.”. She could feel herself blushing, but chose to ignore it. “I believe in you. And please bring my brother back while you’re at it?”
He sent her a kind smile in return. “Of course, my lady. I shall see you in the morning then?”
“Indeed. Good luck, sir.”
They then left their separate ways; (y/n) back indoors, and Leon out to round up some men.
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“We must convene the council of war.”
“They cannot be stopped. The soldiers, Sire, they will not fall.”
“What are you saying?”
“They will not die.”
“Gather the knights. Prepare whatever defences you can.”
“But, Sire-”
“DO IT!”
(y/n) flinched slightly. She hated when her father was shouting, something that unfortunately happened quite often. It was, however, worse when it was directed at her, or Arthur, or Morgana or someone else who was close to her - Leon obviously not being an exception. The knight in question fell quiet for a moment, but then gave the king a respectful nod and headed out the doors.
“It’s Cenred. It must be?”, Uther now looked directly at Gaius. “How? The location of the cup was secret.”
“There’s only one explanation, Sire. We have a traitor in our midst.”
Uther now seemed beyond concerned. “Right, (y/n) and Morgana, the two of you must go to your chambers - where you will be safe.” After a moment of silent confusion, the king already became impatient. “NOW!”, he ordered harshly, and the girls, for once, did as they were told.
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There were knights absolutely everywhere! (y/n) had never seen so many in one place before, but they were all preparing and getting ready for battle.
She watched the attacking army through her window, and couldn’t help the feelings of fear och dread that were taking over her entire being. She feared for Arthur, and her father, and Leon, and Merlin, and Gwen, and everyone else who lived in Camelot. If what Leon was saying was true - and it most likely was - she struggled to see anything but a horrendous outcome of the upcoming battle. She even doubted whether there would actually be a battle, or if the enemy would straight-up massacre every last person living in Camelot.
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It didn’t take long for (y/n)’s fears to become reality. The knights fought bravely, but still fell, one after another. The army marched through the lower town and reached the citadel within hours. She could go out there and fight, but quickly realized that there was no point - there is strength in numbers did not seem to apply in this case, as the immortal army seemed to be cutting through Camelot’s fighters like butter. She was still watching through her window when the door to her room was violently pushed open, and turned around to see four enemy guards and a woman with long, blonde hair and a sly smile.
You tell Arthur (1/3) - Sir Leon x Pendragon!Sister, Arthur x Sister
To read this as a reader insert instead of OC: Click here
Hiiiii!!! You know when a songwriter is asked 'how long did it take to write this song?", and they answer something like 'ehh, about 30 minutes... it just came to me.'? Because that is pretty much how I felt with this one! Granted, it took me longer than 30 minutes, but I definitely wrote faster than usual ;)
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Please note:
1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)
2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)
+ CEFR level C2 (due to passing the C1 advanced test with an A)
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Word count: ≈ 1,8k
Warnings: Mentions of death, Uther
Enjoy! :)
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You tell Arthur (Part 1/3)
Alys Pendragon stood quietly behind her father when her older twin brother entered the room. She somehow sensed that he brought bad news, but had not anticipated anything quite as bad as this.
“It was Cenred who did this, you’re certain of it?”
“Yes, my Lord. His messenger has only this minute departed Camelot. Cenred said that the patrol trespassed on his land, and an example had to be made.”
“How many dead?”
“All of them, sire. Every last man.”
“The knights?”
“All lost. Edric, Oldoff, Osric… and Sir Leon.”
Alys closed her eyes with a pained expression on her face. Receiving word of death was seldom a good thing, but that of Sir Leon was excruciatingly painful for the young princess. She could feel both Arthur and Merlin staring at her, but decided to leave the room before anyone could notice her tears.
The princess and the knight were childhood friends. They used to play together when they were really young, and when they became older and Uther refused to let Alys join the knights in training, Arthur and Leon used to practice with her in secret. While most people grow apart, their friendship had stood the test of time, and they would still go on walks or hang out at least once a week. Alys wasn’t quite sure whether her feelings were purely platonic or not, but it never really seemed to matter; she just wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. That thought made his sudden death all the more tragic, and it took a while before the meaning of everything Arthur had said actually sank in.
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She sat by the window in her chambers when Arthur came knocking on her door.
“Alys.”
Turning around she met her brother’s gaze.
“Alys, I am very sorry. How - are you okay?”
She took a deep breath and looked away.
“No”, Alys answered truthfully. “No, Arthur, of course not. How could this happen?”
“I- I don’t know. I am sure it was an honest mistake on our side. I-”
Arthur was interrupted by rapid knocking on the door.
“Sire?”
The door was pushed open and the servant who did so looked relieved when he noticed Arthur.
“My Lord”, he acknowledged. “Princess. Sire, the king requests your presence in the main hall.”
“What happened?”, asked Arthur, clearly confused.
“One of the knights, previously presumed dead, has returned. Alive, Sire.”
Alys stood quickly, but Arthur grabbed her arm even faster.
“Alys...”
“Arthur!”
He looked at his sister tiredly but knew that there was nothing he could do to make her stay.
“Fine”, he sighed. “Come on.”
The siblings ran down the stairs, Alys almost tripping on her long, blue dress. They entered the hall and were met with a familiar face.
“We thought you were dead for sure!”, exclaimed Arthur as he embraced Leon in a brotherly hug.
“I was dead, or as good as. Until the druids found me.”
“Druids?”
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became much tenser as the matter of druids and magic was discussed, but Alys could only focus on the fact that her best friend was alive.
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“Is that it?”
“That’s it. He’s exhausted, Sire, and severely dehydrated but give him time, he’ll make a full recovery.”
Everyone in the room looked extremely relieved at the physician’s statement.
“Thank you, Gaius.”
Uther, Gaius and Merlin left, and Arthur followed after patting his sister on her shoulder.
“Princess”
“Sir Leon”
He smiled awkwardly. “Just Leon is fine.”
“So is Alys.”
They smiled at each other for a moment, but it eventually became too much and Alys eventually walked up to the bed and puller her friend in for a tight hug - one he quickly returned. Some might find it inappropriate for a princess and a knight to embrace one another in such a way, but when the two were alone like this all titles felt… redundant?
“I am so glad you are okay! You scared me, though…”
“I am sorry, it was never my intention to frighten you.”
“Of course, I know, it’s just… You know, the concept of losing you forever is… I have never considered it before, and I really don’t want to do it again…”
“You have my word, Alys. I will do my very best to keep you from worrying.”
“Good!” Alys stood and blew out the candle by the bad. “Now, please, rest.”
“Right. Good night, Alys.”
“Good night, Leon.”
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Alys was walking back to her chambers, now feeling much better than the last time she did so. She was just about to turn around a corner when she heard two voices - her father and her brother.
“You called for me, father.”
“Cenred is our sworn enemy. We cannot risk him getting his hands on the cup of life.”
“I know, father.”
“You must retrieve it. Your mission must remain secret. You can speak to no one of this.”
“I will take only my most trusted men.”
Alys decided to make her presence known and walked naturally around the corner.
“It sounds like I could join you then.”
Uther turned around with a furious look on his face.
“Certainly not! I will not allow my daughter to enter enemy land. End of discussion.”
“Bu-”
“Alys, please…”, muttered Arthur, sensing that this debate would lead them nowhere.
“But, Arthur, if I could ju-”
“QUIET!!”, roared Uther. “This is an incredibly dangerous quest, and you are a princess. It is not part of your duty, and we shall discuss the matter no further. Now, Arthur, we’ve seen what happened to the last patrol that entered Cenred’s land. You must go alone. I’m sorry to place such a burden upon you but there is no one else I can trust.”
“I understand, father.”
“Good. Now, will you please escort your sister back to her chambers, and make sure she does not go with you.”
“Yes, father.”, said Arthur. He placed his right hand on his sister’s shoulder and started guiding her towards her room. Once he was sure their father couldn’t hear them Arthur decided to speak up.
“Alys, what are you thinking? Listen, I know that you want to join us in battle, but you already know that father is opposed to it - why would you even try to convince him to let you go on the most dangerous one yet?”
“I know.. I-I just…”
“Look”, said Arthur calmly. “I understand that you were worried about Leon - any good friend would be - but he is back. He is fine. The best thing you can do now is to stay here, and make sure he stays that way, and let me and Merlin go after the cup, alright?”
She sighed in defeat. “Alright.”
“Good, now go to bed. Please.”
“I’m going!”
“Good!”
“Night, Arthur! Good luck!”
“Night, Alys!”
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Alys once again found herself standing behind her father as he was addressing his men.
“Arthur should be back by now.”, he stated worriedly.
“I’m sure there’s a simple explanation, Sire.”, answered Leon, standing awkwardly in front of the king.
“You know as well as I do he’s been gone too long.” Alys could tell that her father was getting anxious, and it became clearer as he continued to give Leon orders. “Take a patrol, as many men as you need. Whatever it takes, find him!”
“Yes, sire.”, said Leon shortly before leaving the room.
Alys shared a worried glance with Morgana before quickly leaving the room and running around to the main entrance. She rounded the corner just in time to see the blonde knight walk through the door to the courtyard.
“Leon! Wait!”
He turned around at the sound of his name and approached his old friend.
“Alys”. He nodded respectfully towards her.
“I-I just… Please, be careful, okay?”. They were close - barely ten inches apart - and Alys kept her head down, desperately trying to think of something to say.
“Alys”, he muttered kindly, using his gloved hand to gently tilt her head upwards to look her in the eyes. “Alys, I gave you my word. I would not dare to break it.”
“I know. Good.”. She could feel herself blushing, but chose to ignore it. “I believe in you. And please bring my brother back while you’re at it?”
He sent her a kind smile in return. “Of course, my lady. I shall see you in the morning then?”
“Indeed. Good luck, sir.”
They then left their separate ways; Alys back indoors, and Leon out to round up some men.
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“We must convene the council of war.”
“They cannot be stopped. The soldiers, Sire, they will not fall.”
“What are you saying?”
“They will not die.”
“Gather the knights. Prepare whatever defences you can.”
“But, Sire-”
“DO IT!”
Alys flinched slightly. She hated when her father was shouting, something that unfortunately happened quite often. It was, however, worse when it was directed at her, or Arthur, or Morgana or someone else who was close to her - Leon obviously not being an exception. The knight in question fell quiet for a moment, but then gave the king a respectful nod and headed out the doors.
“It’s Cenred. It must be?”, Uther now looked directly at Gaius. “How? The location of the cup was secret.”
“There’s only one explanation, Sire. We have a traitor in our midst.”
Uther now seemed beyond concerned. “Right, Alys and Morgana, the two of you must go to your chambers - where you will be safe.” After a moment of silent confusion, the king already became impatient. “NOW!”, he ordered harshly, and the girls, for once, did as they were told.
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There were knights absolutely everywhere! Alys had never seen so many in one place before, but they were all preparing and getting ready for battle.
She watched the attacking army through her window, and couldn’t help the feelings of fear och dread that were taking over her entire being. She feared for Arthur, and her father, and Leon, and Merlin, and Gwen, and everyone else who lived in Camelot. If what Leon was saying was true - and it most likely was - she struggled to see anything but a horrendous outcome of the upcoming battle. She even doubted whether there would actually be a battle, or if the enemy would straight-up massacre every last person living in Camelot.
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It didn’t take long for Alys’ fears to become reality. The knights fought bravely, but still fell, one after another. The army marched through the lower town and reached the citadel within hours. She could go out there and fight, but quickly realized that there was no point - there is strength in numbers did not seem to apply in this case, as the immortal army seemed to be cutting through Camelot’s fighters like butter. She was still watching through her window when the door to her room was violently pushed open, and turned around to see four enemy guards and a woman with long, blonde hair and a sly smile.
Hi!!!! So... It's been what - like 250-something days since I last posted? What happened? Well
1: I graduated 'high school'/'upper secondary school' (it's not exactly the same here in Sweden, but... you know? ;)
2: I received an A on my C1 advanced test
3: I passed all tests, and finally got my driving/driver's license...
4: I got into UNI, wihooo :D
it's been a busy few months, to say the least :)
But I'm back! I wouldn't call this the best thing I've ever written, but I still feel like it's good enough to post. I'm also working on a few other projects, so keep an eye out for that ;)
Note: I will probably have to reread this one more time and check for potential errors, but it's late, so I'm just going to trust Grammarly and post it for now! Enjoy
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Please note:
1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)
2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)
+ CEFR level C2 (due to passing the C1 advanced test with an A)
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Word count: ≈ 1,3k
Warnings: Mild swearing, mentions of stress and lack of sleep
Enjoy! :)
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G'night <3
It was raining. Again. But not just ‘raining’ - it was POURING DOWN - and despite the castle not being surrounded by dementors this year, everything still felt… dark? Cold? Something was changing, and though the ministry refused to listen, Lucy was sure that it was a direct consequence of Voldemort’s recent return. She hadn’t slept well the past few months due to nightmares intruding and disturbing her as soon as she started drifting off, thus explaining why she was still awake despite it being almost three AM.
She shifted slightly and used her right hand to push her long, red hair out of her face. She didn’t find herbology particularly interesting but had decided to use the night to finish as much homework as possible. It’s not healthy, but if you’re unable to sleep, why not be productive instead? Lucy kept writing but was suddenly interrupted by a voice whispering her name.
“Lucy…?
She turned around, accidentally knocking her bottle of ink over in the process, muttered a quick ‘shit’, and spotted a certain redhead on the staircase leading to the boys’ dormitory.
“Oh, Hey, Ron…”, she mumbled as her close friend quietly made his way to the sofa and sat down next to her. “Why are you up? I didn’t wake you, right?”
“No..?”, he said while placing the now empty bottle on the table. Lucy waved her wand swiftly and watched the black-ish liquid disappear from the red carpet beneath them. “No, I woke because of the storm - listen, why're you still up?”
Lucy sighed deeply and leant her head backwards while rubbing her eyes tiredly. She could feel Ron staring at her, but opted for silently looking out the window instead of meeting her friend’s questioning gaze.
“Luce? C’mon…”
“Can’t sleep… It’s really not more complicated than that. I know I won’t fall asleep, so why try?”
“Oh my-! Lucy!”. Ron grabbed Lucy’s left arm and turned her around so she was facing him. “Usually you’re better, but occasionally you’re just as hopeless as Harry. You can’t just… I don’t know - stay awake forever?! I… Have you at least talked to him about it?”
“Are you crazy!?”, she whispered angrily. “Ron, of course I haven’t. Do you honestly think that would help either of us?”
“Yes! Yes, I do! Lucy, I want to help you, but I really don’t think I can. Now, I don’t know how many nights you have gone without sleep, but I do know that your brother has woken me up pretty much every night these past few weeks. Since the two of you are clearly having the same problem, maybe you sho-”
Lucy had closed her eyes and was leaning ever so slightly away from Ron whose voice had gotten louder and harsher. She wasn’t usually so… fragile? Sensitive? However, her abnormal childhood had left its mark on her, and it got especially bad when people she knew well were angry or frustrated. Ron knew this but realized his mistake too late.
“Hey, Luce.”, he mumbled, now much calmer. He slowly moved his hand towards her and placed it carefully on her shoulder once he was sure she didn’t flinch or recoil. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Listen, I just worry, okay? About both of you. Seriously Lou - I’m aware that a lot is going on, but Harry wakes up in nightmares if not every, then every other night, and you’re not sleeping at all - it’s not healthy. It’s not always easy to ask for help, but maybe you don’t have to do everything alone all the time? You have friends, Lou! We’ll always listen, but if you don’t think we’ll understand, Harry definitely will. Do me a favour, if you don’t wanna talk to me, talk to him, please?
Lucy took a shaky breath, moved closer to Ron and let her head rest on his shoulder. He put his arms around her and began gently playing with her hair.
“Thanks”
They sat for a moment, doing nothing but watching the moonlight shining through the window and enjoying each other's company. Ron was about to ask Lucy something when he noticed the girl slowly drifting off to sleep with her head on his shoulder. He pushed some of her hair behind her ear and listened to her steady breathing. It was calming somehow, and Ron would have fallen asleep himself if not for the sound of his name being called from behind.
“Ron?”
Turning around quickly, yet carefully, Ron’s eyes met his best friend’s.
“Harry.. Ehm.. Why’ru awake?”
“Nightmare…”, said Harry slowly, noticing his sister sleeping soundly on the sofa. “What’s your excuse?”
“Ehmm…”, mumbled Ron, shifting awkwardly. “I-She-I woke up and heard something, so I went down here and found her still doing homework. Has apparently been sleepin’ just about as good as you.”
Harry sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. “I asked her about that a few days ago… said she was fine. Why wouldn’t she tell me?”
“My best guess? She probably didn’t wanna bother you. To be honest, mate, it’s not like it’s been an easy year or anythin’.”
“She could never bother me!”, exclaimed Harry, probably a bit too loud. “She knows that!?”
“Shhh…”, mumbled Ron uncomfortably. “We should probably let her sleep… Look, are you saying you talk to her every time you have a bad dream or… you know - feel down?”
“I guess not, but…”
“Then why are you expecting her to?”
Ron moved Lucy and put her head down on the armrest before standing up.
“Look, maybe if you tell her about your struggles she’ll tell you about hers? I don’t know, maybe I’m the wrong person to ask, but it sounds about right to me…?”
“Yeah…”, muttered Harry. “I guess b-”
He turned around quickly when he heard Lucy mumble something incoherent.
“Hey, Luce?”. He walked closer to the sofa and squatted down by his sister, who was now sweating and whimpering softly - clearly suffering from a bad dream. Harry shook her gently, but she moved away from his touch as her breathing became rapid and shallow.
“Lu...”, Harry sighed deeply before taking both of Lucy’s hands into his own. He hated the thought of his sister struggling so but knew from experience that it was inevitable. She suddenly inhaled sharply and sat up.
She looked around frantically, but Harry brought her into his arms and hugged her tightly.
She was breathing even faster and struggled against him, but Harry simply tightened his hold.
“Hey, hey, Lu? Shhh… Shhh… Lucy! Look at me, please?”
Their eyes met, and eventually, Lucy calmed down enough to breathe normally. She sighed deeply and leant her forehead against her older brother’s torso. The common room was completely silent until Ron decided to awkwardly clear his throat and mutter something about going back to bed.
Harry and Lucy remained quiet for a while, but eventually, Lucy decided to speak up.
“I’m sorry, Harry. I’m so sorry…”
“Lu, don’t apologize, please! You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I know, bu-”
“No”, said Harry, to which Lucy sighed.
“But”, she continued. “I still feel silly every time it happens.”
“I get it, Lu, you know I do. And I know it’s hard to talk about, but… You help me all the time - would it kill you to let me do the same?”
“Philosopher much?”, said Lucy with a slight smile. “You’re right, though… I guess I should have told you, it’s just...“
“Again, Luce, I get it! Listen, why don’t we both try to get a couple of hours of sleep and then talk tomorrow? It sounds like we might both need it, okay?”
“Yeah”, yawned Lucy, now realizing just how tired she actually was. The thought of going to sleep still frightened her, but knowing that her brother was close made her feel comfortable enough to give it a try.“Sounds good to me. G’night Haz.”
Hi!!!! So... It's been what - like 250-something days since I last posted? What happened? Well
1: I graduated 'high school'/'upper secondary school' (it's not exactly the same here in Sweden, but... you know? ;)
2: I received an A on my C1 advanced test
3: I passed all tests, and finally got my driving/driver's license...
4: I got into UNI, wihooo :D
it's been a busy few months, to say the least :)
But I'm back! I wouldn't call this the best thing I've ever written, but I still feel like it's good enough to post. I'm also working on a few other projects, so keep an eye out for that ;)
Note: I will probably have to reread this one more time and check for potential errors, but it's late, so I'm just going to trust Grammarly and post it for now! Enjoy
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Please note:
1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)
2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)
+ CEFR level C2 (due to passing the C1 advanced test with an A)
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Word count: ≈ 1,3k
Warnings: Mild swearing, mentions of stress and lack of sleep
Enjoy! :)
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(Y/N) - Your name
(Y/N/N) - Your nickname
(Y/H/C) - Your hair colour
(Y/H/L) - Your hair length
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G'night <3
It was raining. Again. But not just ‘raining’ - it was POURING DOWN - and despite the castle not being surrounded by dementors this year, everything still felt… dark? Cold? Something was changing, and though the ministry refused to listen, (Y/N) was sure that it was a direct consequence of Voldemort’s recent return. She hadn’t slept well the past few months due to nightmares intruding and disturbing her as soon as she started drifting off, thus explaining why she was still awake despite it being almost three AM.
She shifted slightly and used her right hand to push her (Y/H/L), (Y/H/C) hair out of her face. She didn’t find herbology particularly interesting but had decided to use the night to finish as much homework as possible. It’s not healthy, but if you’re unable to sleep, why not be productive instead? (Y/N) kept writing but was suddenly interrupted by a voice whispering her name.
“(Y/N)…?
She turned around, accidentally knocking her bottle of ink over in the process, muttered a quick ‘shit’, and spotted a certain redhead on the staircase leading to the boys’ dormitory.
“Oh, Hey, Ron…”, she mumbled as her close friend quietly made his way to the sofa and sat down next to her. “Why are you up? I didn’t wake you, right?”
“No..?”, he said while placing the now empty bottle on the table. (Y/N) waved her wand swiftly and watched the black-ish liquid disappear from the red carpet beneath them. “No, I woke because of the storm - listen, why're you still up?”
(Y/N) sighed deeply and leant her head backwards while rubbing her eyes tiredly. She could feel Ron staring at her, but opted for silently looking out the window instead of meeting her friend’s questioning gaze.
“(Y/N/N)? C’mon…”
“Can’t sleep… It’s really not more complicated than that. I know I won’t fall asleep, so why try?”
“Oh my-! (Y/N)!”. Ron grabbed (Y/N)’s left arm and turned her around so she was facing him. “Usually you’re better, but occasionally you’re just as hopeless as Harry. You can’t just… I don’t know - stay awake forever?! I… Have you at least talked to him about it?”
“Are you crazy!?”, she whispered angrily. “Ron, of course I haven’t. Do you honestly think that would help either of us?”
“Yes! Yes, I do! (Y/N), I want to help you, but I really don’t think I can. Now, I don’t know how many nights you have gone without sleep, but I do know that your brother has woken me up pretty much every night these past few weeks. Since the two of you are clearly having the same problem, maybe you sho-”
(Y/N) had closed her eyes and was leaning ever so slightly away from Ron whose voice had gotten louder and harsher. She wasn’t usually so… fragile? Sensitive? However, her abnormal childhood had left its mark on her, and it got especially bad when people she knew well were angry or frustrated. Ron knew this but realized his mistake too late.
“Hey, (Y/N/N).”, he mumbled, now much calmer. He slowly moved his hand towards her and placed it carefully on her shoulder once he was sure she didn’t flinch or recoil. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Listen, I just worry, okay? About both of you. Seriously (Y/N/N) - I’m aware that a lot is going on, but Harry wakes up in nightmares if not every, then every other night, and you’re not sleeping at all - it’s not healthy. It’s not always easy to ask for help, but maybe you don’t have to do everything alone all the time? You have friends, (Y/N/N)! We’ll always listen, but if you don’t think we’ll understand, Harry definitely will. Do me a favour, if you don’t wanna talk to me, talk to him, please?
(Y/N) took a shaky breath, moved closer to Ron and let her head rest on his shoulder. He put his arms around her and began gently playing with her hair.
“Thanks”
They sat for a moment, doing nothing but watching the moonlight shining through the window and enjoying each other's company. Ron was about to ask (Y/N) something when he noticed the girl slowly drifting off to sleep with her head on his shoulder. He pushed some of her hair behind her ear and listened to her steady breathing. It was calming somehow, and Ron would have fallen asleep himself if not for the sound of his name being called from behind.
“Ron?”
Turning around quickly, yet carefully, Ron’s eyes met his best friend’s.
“Harry.. Ehm.. Why'ru awake?”
“Nightmare…”, said Harry slowly, noticing his sister sleeping soundly on the sofa. “What’s your excuse?”
“Ehmm…”, mumbled Ron, shifting awkwardly. “I-She-I woke up and heard something, so I went down here and found her still doing homework. Has apparently been sleepin’ just about as good as you.”
Harry sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. “I asked her about that a few days ago… said she was fine. Why wouldn't she tell me?”
“My best guess? She probably didn’t wanna bother you. To be honest, mate, it’s not like it’s been an easy year or anythin’.”
“She could never bother me!”, exclaimed Harry, probably a bit too loud. “She knows that!?”
“Shhh…”, mumbled Ron uncomfortably. “We should probably let her sleep… Look, are you saying you talk to her every time you have a bad dream or… you know - feel down?”
“I guess not, but…”
“Then why are you expecting her to?”
Ron moved (Y/N) and put her head down on the armrest before standing up.
“Look, maybe if you tell her about your struggles she’ll tell you about hers? I don’t know, maybe I’m the wrong person to ask, but it sounds about right to me…?”
“Yeah…”, muttered Harry. “I guess b-”
He turned around quickly when he heard (Y/N) mumble something incoherent.
“Hey, (Y/N/N)?”. He walked closer to the sofa and squatted down by his sister, who was now sweating and whimpering softly - clearly suffering from a bad dream. Harry shook her gently, but she moved away from his touch as her breathing became rapid and shallow.
“(Y/N/N)...”, Harry sighed deeply before taking both of (Y/N)’s hands into his own. He hated the thought of his sister struggling so but knew from experience that it was inevitable. She suddenly inhaled sharply and sat up.
She looked around frantically, but Harry brought her into his arms and hugged her tightly.
She was breathing even faster and struggled against him, but Harry simply tightened his hold.
“Hey, hey, (Y/N/N)? Shhh… Shhh… (Y/N)! Look at me, please?”
Their eyes met, and eventually, (Y/N) calmed down enough to breathe normally. She sighed deeply and leant her forehead against her older brother’s torso. The common room was completely silent until Ron decided to awkwardly clear his throat and mutter something about going back to bed.
Harry and (Y/N) remained quiet for a while, but eventually, (Y/N) decided to speak up.
“I’m sorry, Harry. I’m so sorry…”
“(Y/N/N), don’t apologize, please! You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I know, bu-”
“No”, said Harry, to which (Y/N) sighed.
“But”, she continued. “I still feel silly every time it happens.”
“I get it, (Y/N/N), you know I do. And I know it’s hard to talk about, but… You help me all the time - would it kill you to let me do the same?”
“Philosopher much?”, said (Y/N) with a slight smile. “You’re right, though… I guess I should have told you, it’s just...“
“Again, (Y/N/N), I get it! Listen, why don’t we both try to get a couple of hours of sleep and then talk tomorrow? It sounds like we might both need it, okay?”
“Yeah”, yawned (Y/N), now realizing just how tired she actually was. The thought of going to sleep still frightened her, but knowing that her brother was close made her feel comfortable enough to give it a try. “Sounds good to me. G’night Haz.”
Oh, darling - Remus LupinxDaughter, Harry PotterxOC
Hiiiiiii😊
Hey, would you look at that! It’s only been a week since last time! So, this might be a bit confusing if you have read “Deal?” and “I’ll be by your side”, but hear me out: “Deal?” is still part 1, but since “I’ll be by your side” takes place after this one, that will now be part 3, and this part 2. Does that make sense? I hope so :) That means that this takes place between OotP and the Battle of Hogwarts, but I’m sure you’ll understand! :)
Deal? (Part 1) | Oh, darling... (Part 2) | I’ll be by your side (Part 3)
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Please note:
1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)
2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)
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Word count: ≈ 5,5k (Ohhh, you’re in for a long one!)
Warnings: Blood, Torture & Capture (Malfoy Manor scenes from DH, not very descriptive, but consider yourself warned!), Greyback (both being violent and... intrusive?), use of the more offensive word for ‘Muggle-born’, angst, Bellatrix
And in case you were wondering, yes I did look up lunar charts from 1998 when writing this XD
Enjoy! :)
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Oh, darling...
“He’s abroad! He’s still looking for the wand, I knew it!”
“Harry-”
“Come on, Hermione, why are you so determined not to admit it? Vol-”
“HARRY NO!”
“-demort’s after the Elder Wand!”
“The name’s Taboo!”, Ron bellowed, leaping to his feet as a loud crack sounded outside the tent. “I told you, Harry, we can’t say it anymore! We’ve got to p-”
“Shhh!?”
Bree had appeared behind Ron and put her hand over his mouth.
“Ron, our chances are gonna be even slimmer if you keep howling!”
The redhead nodded to confirm that he had understood what his friend had whispered, and she removed her hand. For a few *wonderful moments* the four of them thought they had made it! They waited in complete silence - Harry standing protectively in front of the others with his wand in a firm grip.
“Come out of there with ye’ hands up!”, came a rasping voice through the darkness. “You’ve got half a dozen wands aimed at ya’ and we don’t care who we curse!”
Harry turned around slowly and noticed Hermione and Breanna coming to a silent agreement. He was just about to ask the others what they thought they should do when Hermione aimed her wand at his face. There was a bang, a burst of white light and Harry buckled in agony, unable to see, as heavy footfalls surrounded the gang.
Bree let out a small whimper as someone grabbed a fistfull of her hair and pulled her out of the tent. Harry, Ron and Hermione were wrested outside as well, and all four of them were restrained to prevent their escape. Breanna and Hermione both got their wrists bound together, but they stood next to each other while the snatchers questioned the boys.
Harry suddenly let out a distressed shout, because Scabior had smirked evilly and made his way closer to Bree.
“Don’t touch her! Don’t you dare!”
“Fine”, he said. “I won’t”
He turned back towards the girls, raised his wand and a swift movement caused Breanna’s legs to give in. She fell to her knees, her hands still tied behind her back. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Scabior got there first.
“Ey, like I promised, I didn’t touch ‘er.”
He took a few threatening steps towards the girls and stood towering over Breanna as she was forced to kneel by the snatcher’s feet.
“And your name, girly?”
Bree swallowed nervously before answering.
“Katie Bell. Halfblood.”
Scabior smiled again and walked over to Hermione. He was just about to ask her the same question when another snatcher approached them from behind.
“That’s a lie”
“What?”, asked Scabior. “What ‘ru on about?”
“I might not remember every single one.”, said the voice. “But when people are bit as revenge, I tend not to forget their name… or smell”
Fenrir Greyback stepped into the moonlight looking absolutely wild. His dirty hair was full of leaves and small sticks, and he had dried blood on his hands.
Scabior grabbed Breanna’s hair again, pulled her to her feet and pushed her towards Greyback. Harry struggled ferociously against the snatcher holding him, but it was no use. This gang might not be the smartest, but they were big, and strong. The situation seemed oddly familiar to Harry, and he realized that it remembered him of the few times Dudley’s friends had caught him and held him back while Dudley himself put his boxing skills to ‘good use’. This was worse though, and he kept fighting to get out of the snatcher’s grip despite knowing that it was impossible.
“Don’t touch her! Back off!!”
Greyback didn’t seem to hear Harry’s protests and roughly seized the collar of Breanna’s torn, dirty shirt. She tried to push him away, but without the use of her hands that proved to be very difficult, and Grayback pulled her closer instead. He grabbed her by the throat, and, because the werewolf was so tall, her feet no longer touched the ground once he could look her in the eye.
“HA!”
Greyback laughed darkly and threw the girl to the ground.
“Lupin…”, he muttered. “Didn’t know that traitor had a pup. You think daddy would like you to join or… pack?”
He bent down to his knees and dragged a sharp claw along her neck, forcing her to lift her head.
Both Harry and Ron had, at this point however, had enough and were just about to shout again when Scabior spoke up.
“C’mon Greyback. We’re wastin’ time. ‘m sure the ministry will let ya keep ‘er if the others are valuable enough. You take the halfbreed and we’ll bind the rest to the other prisoners.”
Greyback grabbed hold of the rope securing Breanna’s hands behind her back, and Scabior turned towards Hermione again.
“And you, love? A name? And blood status if you’d be so kind.”
“Penelope Clearwater, halfblood.”
“Easy enough to check.”
Someone yanked Harry, Ron and Hermione up by the hair, dragged them a few feet, pushed them down into a sitting position, and started binding them back to back with some other people.
A few snatchers went into the tent, presumably looking for anything of value, and the others kept a close eye on the bound prisoners. The group seemed to be getting ready to leave, but suddenly Scabior approached, a copy of the Daily Prophet in his right hand.
“Ang on a minute, Greyback! Look at this, in the Prophet! ‘Ermione Granger, mudblood known to be travellin’’ with ‘Arry Potter.’”
Greyback lifted Hermione’s head using his boot and said, “You know what little girly? This picture looks a hell of a lot like you.”
“It’s not me!”, said Hermione, “I swear it’s n-”
“Well this changes things, doesn’t it?”, whispered Greyback. Harry could still barely see, but noticed Breanna trembling as Greyback tightened his grip around her wrist. She stumbled slightly when the werewolf took a few steps towards Harry and bent down to get a closer look at his face.
“Oi, Vernon, what’s that on ya’ forehead?”
“Don’t touch it!”
“I thought you wore glasses, Potter”
“I found glasses!”
Another snatcher came running from the tent and seconds later Harry’s glasses had been rammed back on to his face.
“To hell with the ministry. I say we take them directly to You-know-who. Let’s take the boy to the Malfoys’ place”
“‘ru completely sure? Cause-”
“Who’s in charge here?”, roared Greyback. “I say it’s Potter, that’s 200000 galleons, and with any luck I’ll get the girl thrown in.”
The prisoners were dragged to their feet.
“I’ll get Potter too”, said Greyback while grabbing a fistfull of Harry’s hair. He wasn’t overly excited about standing so close to the vicious werewolf, but felt somewhat relieved when he was held right by Breanna’s side and she carefully leant her head on his shoulder. The small action gave him a sense of comfort despite the danger and seriousness of the situation.
“1, 2, 3…”
They disapparated.
~~~~~
“I know ‘e’s swollen, ma’am, but it’s ‘im.”, Scabior said. “If you look a bit closer, you’ll see his scar.”
“Bring them in.”
Harry and the rest were brutally shoved and kicked up broad stone steps into a hallway lined with portraits. Two figures rose from chairs in front of an ornate marble fireplace as the prisoners were forced into the room by the snatchers. Lucius Malfoy took a step forward.
“What’s this?”
“They say they have got Potter”, answered Narcissa coldly. “Draco, come here.”
Draco approached the prisoners apprehensively, but claimed not to be sure whether it, in fact, was Harry.
“How ‘bout them others, then?”, growled Greyback while pushing Ron, Hermione, Breanna, Dean and Griphook forwards. “‘tis at least one mudblood, a Weasley and an Order member’s kid - recognize either?”
Draco still didn’t know, however Lucius Malfoy felt sure enough, and was just about to call ‘The Dark Lord’ when Bellatrix Lestrange entered the room and walked up to the captives. She began arguing with Lucius, but stopped abruptly when noticing the sword of Gryffindor being held by one of the snatchers.
Bellatrix went to attack, but changed her mind once Greyback told her that they had found the sword in Harry, Ron, Hermione and Breanna’s tent. Narcissa, who seemed increasingly worried as her sister attacked various people in the room, turned to the group of ‘kids’ again.
“Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback”
“Wait!”, screeched Bellatrix. “All except… except the girls.”
“NO!”, exclaimed Harry just as Ron, struggling violently against the ropes that bound him, let out a loud roar.
“NO! You can have me! Keep me!!”
Bellatrix simply cackled evilly and said, “If one of them dies under questioning, I’ll take you next. Mudbloods, offsprings of Halfbreeds and blood traitors - they’re all the same to me. Greyback, take them downstairs and make sure they’re secure. But don’t do anything else. Yet...”
She grabbed both Breanna and Hermione by the hair and dragged them into the middle of the room. She let go and they both fell face first into the hard, dark floor with a crack. With a swift wave of her wand, thick ropes wrapped themselves around the girls’ ankles, effectively preventing them from escaping, and she then turned towards Greyback.
“Hurry up! Get them down quickly and you can have the Halfbreed. ‘m sure her screams will be enough to keep you entertained for a while?”
Greyback forced the rest of them into a dark passageway, his wand held out in front of him, projecting an invisible and irresistible force.
“Reckon she’ll let me have a bit of the girls when she’s finished with ‘em?”, Greyback crooned as he forced them along the corridor. “I’d say at least a bite or two each, wouldn’t you, boys? I think I’ll save the Lupin girl for Saturday, huh? I bet the full moon will make her taste even better, don’t you think??”
Both Harry and Ron were shaking in anger, but the invisible force kept them all in place. They were forced down a steep flight of stairs, still tied back-to-back and in danger of slipping and breaking their necks at any moment. At the bottom of the stairs was a heavy door, and Greyback opened it, pushed them all inside and slammed the door shut, but just as they hit the ground, a loud, panicked, heart wrenching scream was heard from directly above them.
“HERMIONE!? BREE!?”
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“I’m going to ask you again! Where did you take this sword? WHERE?!”
“We found it! - We found it! - PLEASE!!”
“You’re lying, you filthy mudblood, and I know it. You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth! TELL THE TRUTH!!”
“It was my fault!”, cried Breanna desperately, hoping that Bellatrix wouldn’t be as harsh on her since she was a half blood. Deep down, she knew that this was highly improbable, but she couldn’t stand watching Hermione writhing in pain. “I found it, Hermione had nothing to do with it! Leave her alone!”
Bellatrix dropped Hermione, and Breanna was pulled off the ground for the umpteenth time that day.
“Don’t you worry. You’ll get your fair share too - Ah!”
In just that moment, Greyback walked the last few steps of the stairs and entered the big room.
“Right on time, Grayback! Do what you want with this one.”
She threw Breanna into Greyback’s arms and turned back to Hermione.
“See if you can get anything of value out of her first, though. If her father is part of the Order as you say, then surely enough… persuasion… should give us something.”
Greyback dragged Breana by the hair so that they were a few feet away from Bellatrix, and bent over the girl standing on all four. His wild face was merely inches from hers, and she flinched involuntarily feeling his warm breath on her neck. The werewolf stroked his hairy hand across her cheek, and Breanna closed her eyes, desperately trying to imagine being somewhere else. She was, however, fully aware of the fact that this was only the beginning. Greyback was famous for his savagery and brutal methods, and her father had once told her the story of their first encounter. Remus had told her how her grandfather, Lyall, had insulted the werewolf, who would later take his revenge by biting Lyall’s son.
Suddenly, a burning sensation spread from her neck down to her waist - causing her to let out a pained scream. She had been so lost in thought that she failed to notice Greyback raising his hand, with nails like claws, and slashing it across her body. Her thin shirt went from light green to red in a matter of seconds and she scrambled to get away from him - ultimately failing when he caught some of her hair between his hand and the floor.
“You know”, growled Greyback. “I told Potter and the blood traitor I’d save my sample of yourself for Saturday but… why choose?”
He grabbed her hands and held them far away from the rest of her body, giving her little to no chance of protecting herself, bent closer and sank his sharp teeth deep into her shoulder.
Breanna let out yet another bloodcurdling scream and thrashed violently, which only caused Greyback to scratch his claws across her face before swiftly standing and landing a rough kick to her stomach.
She coughed slightly and tried to get up, but it was then Greyback finally seemed to remember the fact that he owned a wand.
“What do ya’ think you’re doin’? Stay on the floor, where ya’ belong! CRUCIO!”
Breanna began writhing in pain, just like Hermione had earlier, but the sheer strength of the curse combined with previous pain, blood loss and the mental trauma of having been bitten by a werewolf - though not transformed at the time - was enough to make her stop fighting. She didn’t fully pass out, but lay limp at the floor.
Bellatrix had bound Hermione to a pillar near the fireplace and was instead questioning a goblin about the Sword of Gryffindor.
“No”, said Griphook. “It is a fake”
“Are you sure? Quite sure?”
“Yes”
“Good”, she said, and with a casual flick of her wand she slashed another deep cut on the goblin’s face. “And now - we call the Dark Lord. I’m sure we can dispose of these two”. She used her foot to turn Breanna over and studied her broken being with a sly smile. “Keep ‘em if you want, Greyback!”
“NOOOOOOOO!”
Ron and Harry dashed into the room, Ron disarming Bellatrix and Harry catching her wand while simultaneously stunning Lucius Malfoy.
“STOP OR THEY DIE!!”
Harry and Ron both looked at Bellatrix who held a struggling Hermione in one hand, and used the other to press a silver dagger to her neck - all while resting a high heeled boot millimetres above the throat of Breanna’s now unconscious form.
“Drop the wands, or I won’t hesitate to let them both die covered in their own filthy blood. I said DROP THEM!!!!”
The boys threw the wands to the floor and Draco, after being told to, picked them up. Harry could feel Voldemort approaching, and the situation felt quite hopeless… None of them had a wand, he and Ron stood with their hands by their shoulders and wands pointing in their direction, and Bellatrix - who had already taken Sirius from him - had both the girls in her grasp.
“Now, I think we ought to tie these little heroes up again.”, said Bellatrix softly. “While Greyback takes care of Miss Halfbreed. I suppose you could have the mudblood too, if you fancy it. I’m sure the Dark Lord won’t begrudge you that after all you have done tonight.”
Her speech was interrupted by a peculiar grinding noise from above. All of them looked up and noticed Dobby on the chandelier. Bellatrix dropped Hermione and jumped out of the way - the chandelier falling on top of Hermione, Breanna and Griphook. Harry took the chance and pulled their wands out of Draco’s hand and then joined Ron in trying to get the girls to safety. He pointed all the wands at Greyback at the same time and shouted “STUPIFY!”, before picking Bree up into his arms. They all stood surrounding Dobby who apparated them all out of there.
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A soft knock caused Breanna to immediately look towards the door, but she breathed a sigh of relief once realizing that it was safe. She had been rather jumpy since their capture, and she hated feeling so… weak? Fragile? Hopeless?
“Hey, you doing alright?”
“Hi, Bill. Yes, I’m good. How’s Hermione?”
Bill smiled. “She’ll be fine. I’m sure it must have been horrifying for her, but trust me, we’ve seen worse. With both Fleur and Ron by her side I can’t find a reason to be worried. Honestly, I’m much more concerned about you.”
“Bill, I’m f-”
“No, see, I don’t think you are. Purely based on what the others have told me, you’ve gone through both physical and mental torture beyond what even the least decent person should consider ‘acceptable’. Your silence, constant twitching and rapid breathing further supports that theory. We just want to help.”
“Look, I appreciate that, I really do bu-”
“Do you want me to send word to your dad?”
“I- Wha- No! No, I’ll manage. A day or two to rest and a chance to process all that happened should get me back on my feet. I don’t want to worry him… Please, Bill, do-”
“Okay, I won’t write”, said Bill hesitantly. “But then you must promise to let us help. And if Remus contacts us asking whether we know anything about the four of you - I won’t lie. He’s done that roughly twice a week since November, though weirdly enough not the last couple of days, and there’s a bond of trust there, Bree. I trust you can understand that?”
“Of course”, she said, managing a weak smile. “But surely you, if anyone, would understand that you have to move on. I mean, you were attacked in essentially the same way last year and you sti-”
But Bill just shook his head.
“No, Bree, they’re not ‘essentially the same’. Not at all. When Greyback-”, Breanna flinched at the name and Bill put a hand on her shoulder. “When he attacked me, it was quick. Sure, it hurt like hell, but it was over in less than a minute. And I know you won’t like me saying this, but I suspect that was the case even for your dad. What he’s had to endure since that night is a whole nother story, but the actual moment? For the two of us, he was out to kill, and thankfully interrupted before he got the chance, but in your case I wouldn’t call it an ‘attack’ but rather… An intrusion, or violation if you will. Bree, what you went through, I can’t even imagine.”
Bill could tell the young girl didn’t know what to say, so he simply pulled her in for a gentle hug.
“Do you want me to ask Harry to come up?”
“What are they doing? I don’t wanna interru-”
“Just having dinner. We’d have brought you downstairs too, but you were still unconscious or sleeping half an hour ago. Fleur didn’t feel the need to drag you out of bed then.” He paused and examined her for a moment before standing.
“I’ll get him, give me a minute.”
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“Harry, what if Dumbledore wanted us to work out the symbol in time to get the wand? What i-”
“Ron, I-”
Their conversation was interrupted when Bill entered the kitchen.
“Harry? She’s up.”
Harry turned to his best friend’s brother, a look of utter confusion on his face.
“I.. Wha- How is she? Can I-”
“Go. She’s trying to be strong, of course, yet there’s something more there. Her bravery is admirable, but I don’t think it’s very healthy to keep it all bottled up. If anyone could get her to let it out it’d be you. Go.”
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Harry carefully pushed the door open, and his eyes immediately found hers. They had been friends for so many years now, that reading each other’s thoughts was considered ‘normal’. Harry was instantaneously relieved when she didn’t jump, flinch or move away from the door. He walked over to the bed and was pulled into a loving hug before even sitting down. That was not what he had expected…! Sure, he had hoped that she wouldn’t be completely broken, but considering everything he - they - had been through, he hadn’t dared to imagine any best case scenario only to be completely crushed by the truth.
“Bree? How a-”
But that was all it took - for him to say her name. She wasn’t sobbing, just crying silently - tears falling freely from her eyes.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Harry. Crying’s not going to help anyone I just-”
“Bree, don’t apologize, please. Just let it out, you’re safe. I’m here and I’m not leaving you again, okay? You’re safe now. You’re sa-”
There was a loud ‘BANG’ on the front door. Harry grabbed his wand and took a few careful steps down the stairs, constantly making sure that Bree was right behind him. He grabbed her hand tightly and watched as Bill, with his wand pointing towards the door, made his way from the kitchen to the hallway.
“Who is it?”
“It is I, Remus John Lupin. I’m a werewolf, married to Nymphadora Tonks, and you, the Secret Keeper of Shell Cottage, told me the address, and bade me come in an emergency.”
“Lupin!”
Bill ran to the door and wretched it open. Bree looked over Harry’s shoulder and saw her dad stumble over the threshold before standing up straight and exclaiming “It’s a boy! We’ve named him Ted after Dora’s father.”
“Wow, that’s amazing!”, sad Bill sounding uncharacteristically nervous as he met Fleur’s gaze. Tonks having her baby would explain Remus’ lack of messages for the past few days, and Bill was starting to regret not letting him know about his daughter’s condition as soon as she had arrived.
Remus seemed to calm down slightly as well, and suddenly noticed Ron, Hermione, Dean and Luna at the dining table
“Wha-”, he began, but Bill just nodded towards the living room.
“Remus, look, I think you better sit down and I-”
But the older man didn’t seem to agree with whatever Bill was going to suggest.
“What happened?! When?! And whe-”
He didn’t get to say much more before two arms wrapped around him from behind. He knew, given the current state of the Wizarding World, that he should grab his wand and push them away, but he already suspected who it was. His theory was confirmed by a hoarse whisper:
“Dad.”
It was such a short word, but her voice broke nonetheless. He began turning around, desperate to get a good look at his daughter after over eight months apart, but she struggled against him.
“Bree, let me look at you?! Stop- NO, stop it I-”
He might just have travelled through a storm, but was still the stronger of the two. Physical strength would, however, prove to be essentially worthless, and the Marauder fell to his knees as soon as he laid eyes on his only daughter. He forced himself to look at her, but it must have been one of the most challenging things the man had ever had to do.
She was covered in deep wounds & scratches from head to toe. Her wrists were bloody and bruised and at least a few, red bite marks stood out against her otherwise pale skin. Her eyes were red, and her face was still covered in wet tears. She was trying her best to stand up straight, but no one knew Bree like her father did - not even Harry - and Remus immediately sensed that something was wrong. She was crouching down ever so slightly - almost as if she had been curled up or forced into a fetal position for way too long.
“Oh, darling…”
Those two words were the only ones he managed while his mind desperately worked on processing the sight in front of him. He had come with the intention of sharing some joyful news, but this - what had happened instead - was way beyond his worst nightmares. His boggart had been the full moon for as long as he could remember, but he was quite sure the silvery orb would not glide out from the cupboard the next time he had to face one.
“Bree?”, mumbled Harry. “Do you want some help upstairs? I feel like you two could use some privacy..?”
She nodded, and Harry, who had now also noticed her unusual posture, placed her right arm over his shoulders and helped her back up. Her father - naturally - followed closely behind.
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Bree sat back on the bed from before, her gaze focused on a particularly interesting spot on the floor. Her father sat down next to her and gently placed an arm around her small body, expertly avoiding the many red or brownish lines. She wanted to look back at him. To put her arm around him and return the hug, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Sure, he did promise her not to blame himself for whatever fights she chose, but this was different. She hadn’t chosen this one, and her wounds were far worse than anything Umbridge had ever accomplished. Just the thought of having to tell him who was responsible and what he had said frightened her. Not that she was scared of her dad, but she knew he would claim that everything was his fault. She couldn’t lie, though. Not this time. He deserved to know exactly what happened.
“Bree? Darling? Are you okay? What happened?”
His voice was now extremely gentle, which was comforting for Breanna too. She took a deep breath and turned to face him. She spoke barely above a whisper, her neck still bruised and sore from the countless times she had been grabbed and held by it.
“Yes. Yes, I’m good. Or fine at least.”
“I assume you understand that I want to hear the full story, but I must ask - when?”
He reached towards her shoulder and gently brought his hand over the bite marks.
“‘round Easter, I don’t know exactly… seventh? eight? ninth? Not the eleventh though, I’m sure of that.”
His facial expression went from terrified to slightly calmer as he rubbed his temple.
“Okay, that’s… that’s good. Given the circumstances, I mean. And you’re absolutely positive? Because sometimes traumatic events can make you forge-”
“Dad, I’m sure! If there’s one part of me that’s in prime condition it’s my memory...I- I remember every second.”
She shuddered at the thought of if all, and quickly added, “He wasn’t transformed…”
Remus looked at her sadly, the truth, or at least parts of it, now clear to him.
“Not Gre-”
“DoN’t! Please...”
She put her head on his torso when he pulled her closer.
“Please, I can’t-”
“Breathe, Darling. You’re safe. I’m sorry I… Blimey I should have guessed. Took me months and I was barely five… C’mere.”
They sat like that for a while, Remus resting his head on his daughter’s while humming quietly. He eventually decided he couldn’t take it anymore and cleared his throat to catch her attention.
“Bree? You have to tell me what happened. Have you gotten these wounds treated? They don’t look very good…”
“Trust me, they were much worse back then. I think Fleur did her best to heal them. She’s really goo-”
He looked away and took a deep breath. “You’re avoiding the question, Bree…”
“Dad, I do-”
“YOU PROMISED!”
He slammed his hands down on the bed as his voice grew angrier.
“Breanna, you promised me you’d never hide any kind of pain from me ever again?! I-”
He suddenly noticed his daughter desperately cowering away and lowered his voice.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, but I trusted that promise! And don’t even try to tell me how ‘you’re fine’ or ‘it’s not really even hurting anymore’. Bree, I have known you your whole life, let me help. You must te-”
“I know. I will. I know you deserve that, just… I don’t know where to start? A lot has happened… And I also need you to know that I didn’t break my promise. Bill and Harry told me I’ve been drifting in and out of consciousness for days. I only properly woke up an hour or so before you came and haven’t had time to send a message.”
He looked at her, and she moved closer again.
“Sor-”
“It’s good, dad. We’re good, don’t worry about it.”
Then she told him. The entire story - starting with breaking into the Ministry and then everything about Godric’s Hollow, The Lovegoods’ house - but came to an abrupt stop after that. She took a moment to collect her thoughts, but then shared the events of the past two weeks as well. She told her father all about Harry accidentally using You-Know-Who’s name, the group of snatchers surrounding them and their decision not to try to fight their way out.
“We were outnumbered, and had to hide the fact that they had just caught Harry. Hermione used a stinging jinx which, naturally, worked perfectly - they didn’t recognize him at first. They tied us all up and started asking questions about names, blood status and so on. None of us gave them our real names of course, and it worked well until… until he… until he stepped out of the shadows and told the others that the name I had given them was false. It took him a minute or two, but he claimed to… ‘recognize my smell’ - your smell, I suppose.”
“Bree, it’s m-”
“No! You can’t blame yourself. That was your part of the deal, remember?”
“Well, this time it seem like it actually was-”
“not your fault, exactly. The snatchers found some photographs in the Prophet, Harry’s glasses and a bunch of other stuff and kind of made the connection themselves.”
She explained how they were taken to Malfoy Manor. How Bellatrix had ordered everyone apart from the two girls down to the dungeons. How she had bound them even tighter before taking care of Hermione, and later Griphook, herself and leaving Breanna defenceless to deal with Greyback.
“Do you know what the worst part is? I barely even tried to defend myself. Merlin, I just felt so... weak!?! So worthless. He just stood there - right by my face - breathing and”, she shuddered again, “‘petting’. Then he hacked, and slashed, and bit, and kicked and pushed. Eventually realized he was in possession of a wand and… It was unbearable, I-I-I can’t even... ”
“Shhh, breathe, Darling, breathe! Easy there…”
He pulled her, if possible, even closer until she sat in her father’s lap. Breanna used to fall asleep in his lap when she was a little girl - the warmth and comfort calming her down - but it had been years since… She was, after all, a young adult now.
“Listen, and I need you to understand this because it is very important - you are not weak! Far from it! In a situation like what you have just described, if you are wandless and unable to practically defend yourself, coming with sly remarks and trying to argue with the one in possession of the wand would not only be dangerous, but also rather careless. If there was anything I could do to change what happened, then believe me, I would, but don’t for a second beat yourself up over your decisions.”
Remus looked at Bree, but chuckled slightly when he noticed his daughter slowly drifting off to sleep. He decided to shake her slightly and wake her before it was too late.
“Bree? Don’t you think it’s better if we go home? You can go to sleep there instead?”
“What?”, she mumbled. “But, dad, we’re not done yet? Harry, Ron and Hermione-”
“-Will just have to do without you for a while. Listen to reason, darling. You are injured, shaken and can barely stand up straight - which is perfectly understandable! I’m just saying, the best thing you can do is probably to rest and let them go on for now. Who knows, maybe you will be able to go back after healing?”
Remus made a mental note to keep his daughter close to him from now on, and NOT to let her throw herself back into the war, but felt like this was the best way to convince her right away. He had missed her every minute since they had parted ways back in August, and dreamt of the day they’d reunite, but never had he imagined he’d find her in such a state. He swore to himself that he would always try to keep her safe.
Oh, darling... - Remus LupinxDaughter!Reader, Harry PotterxReader
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Hey, would you look at that! It’s only been a week since last time! So, this might be a bit confusing if you have read “Deal?” and “I’ll be by your side”, but hear me out: “Deal?” is still part 1, but since “I’ll be by your side” takes place after this one, that will now be part 3, and this part 2. Does that make sense? I hope so :) That means that this takes place between OotP and the Battle of Hogwarts, but I’m sure you’ll understand! :)
Deal? (Part 1) | Oh, darling... (Part 2) | I’ll be by your side (Part 3)
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Please note:
1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)
2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)
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You probably already know this, but still:
Y/N - Your name
Y/N/N - Your nickname
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Word count: ≈ 5,5k (Ohhh, you’re in for a long one!)
Warnings: Blood, Torture & Capture (Malfoy Manor scenes from DH, not very descriptive, but consider yourself warned!), Greyback (both being violent and... intrusive?), use of the more offensive word for ‘Muggle-born’, angst, Bellatrix
And in case you were wondering, yes I did look up lunar charts from 1998 when writing this XD
Enjoy! :)
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Oh, darling...
“He’s abroad! He’s still looking for the wand, I knew it!”
“Harry-”
“Come on, Hermione, why are you so determined not to admit it? Vol-”
“HARRY NO!”
“-demort’s after the Elder Wand!”
“The name’s Taboo!”, Ron bellowed, leaping to his feet as a loud crack sounded outside the tent. “I told you, Harry, we can’t say it anymore! We’ve got to p-”
“Shhh!?”
(Y/N/N) had appeared behind Ron and put her hand over his mouth.
“Ron, our chances are gonna be even slimmer if you keep howling!”
The redhead nodded to confirm that he had understood what his friend had whispered, and she removed her hand. For a few *wonderful moments* the four of them thought they had made it! They waited in complete silence - Harry standing protectively in front of the others with his wand in a firm grip.
“Come out of there with ye’ hands up!”, came a rasping voice through the darkness. “You’ve got half a dozen wands aimed at ya’ and we don’t care who we curse!”
Harry turned around slowly and noticed Hermione and (Y/N) coming to a silent agreement. He was just about to ask the others what they thought they should do when Hermione aimed her wand at his face. There was a bang, a burst of white light and Harry buckled in agony, unable to see, as heavy footfalls surrounded the gang.
(Y/N/N) let out a small whimper as someone grabbed a fistfull of her hair and pulled her out of the tent. Harry, Ron and Hermione were wrested outside as well, and all four of them were restrained to prevent their escape. (Y/N) and Hermione both got their wrists bound together, but they stood next to each other while the snatchers questioned the boys.
Harry suddenly let out a distressed shout, because Scabior had smirked evilly and made his way closer to (Y/N/N).
“Don’t touch her! Don’t you dare!”
“Fine”, he said. “I won’t”
He turned back towards the girls, raised his wand and a swift movement caused (Y/N)’s legs to give in. She fell to her knees, her hands still tied behind her back. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Scabior got there first.
“Ey, like I promised, I didn’t touch ‘er.”
He took a few threatening steps towards the girls and stood towering over (Y/N) as she was forced to kneel by the snatcher’s feet.
“And your name, girly?”
(Y/N/N) swallowed nervously before answering.
“Katie Bell. Halfblood.”
Scabior smiled again and walked over to Hermione. He was just about to ask her the same question when another snatcher approached them from behind.
“That’s a lie”
“What?”, asked Scabior. “What ‘ru on about?”
“I might not remember every single one.”, said the voice. “But when people are bit as revenge, I tend not to forget their name… or smell”
Fenrir Greyback stepped into the moonlight looking absolutely wild. His dirty hair was full of leaves and small sticks, and he had dried blood on his hands.
Scabior grabbed (Y/N)’s hair again, pulled her to her feet and pushed her towards Greyback. Harry struggled ferociously against the snatcher holding him, but it was no use. This gang might not be the smartest, but they were big, and strong. The situation seemed oddly familiar to Harry, and he realized that it remembered him of the few times Dudley’s friends had caught him and held him back while Dudley himself put his boxing skills to ‘good use’. This was worse though, and he kept fighting to get out of the snatcher’s grip despite knowing that it was impossible.
“Don’t touch her! Back off!!”
Greyback didn’t seem to hear Harry’s protests and roughly seized the collar of (Y/N)’s torn, dirty shirt. She tried to push him away, but without the use of her hands that proved to be very difficult, and Grayback pulled her closer instead. He grabbed her by the throat, and, because the werewolf was so tall, her feet no longer touched the ground once he could look her in the eye.
“HA!”
Greyback laughed darkly and threw the girl to the ground.
“Lupin…”, he muttered. “Didn’t know that traitor had a pup. You think daddy would like you to join or… pack?”
He bent down to his knees and dragged a sharp claw along her neck, forcing her to lift her head.
Both Harry and Ron had, at this point however, had enough and were just about to shout again when Scabior spoke up.
“C’mon Greyback. We’re wastin’ time. ‘m sure the ministry will let ya keep ‘er if the others are valuable enough. You take the halfbreed and we’ll bind the rest to the other prisoners.”
Greyback grabbed hold of the rope securing (Y/N) hands behind her back, and Scabior turned towards Hermione again.
“And you, love? A name? And blood status if you’d be so kind.”
“Penelope Clearwater, halfblood.”
“Easy enough to check.”
Someone yanked Harry, Ron and Hermione up by the hair, dragged them a few feet, pushed them down into a sitting position, and started binding them back to back with some other people.
A few snatchers went into the tent, presumably looking for anything of value, and the others kept a close eye on the bound prisoners. The group seemed to be getting ready to leave, but suddenly Scabior approached, a copy of the Daily Prophet in his right hand.
“Ang on a minute, Greyback! Look at this, in the Prophet! ‘Ermione Granger, mudblood known to be travellin’’ with ‘Arry Potter.’”
Greyback lifted Hermione’s head using his boot and said, “You know what little girly? This picture looks a hell of a lot like you.”
“It’s not me!”, said Hermione, “I swear it’s n-”
“Well this changes things, doesn’t it?”, whispered Greyback. Harry could still barely see, but noticed (Y/N) trembling as Greyback tightened his grip around her wrist. She stumbled slightly when the werewolf took a few steps towards Harry and bent down to get a closer look at his face.
“Oi, Vernon, what’s that on ya’ forehead?”
“Don’t touch it!”
“I thought you wore glasses, Potter”
“I found glasses!”
Another snatcher came running from the tent and seconds later Harry’s glasses had been rammed back on to his face.
“To hell with the ministry. I say we take them directly to You-know-who. Let’s take the boy to the Malfoys’ place”
“‘ru completely sure? Cause-”
“Who’s in charge here?”, roared Greyback. “I say it’s Potter, that’s 200000 galleons, and with any luck I’ll get the girl thrown in.”
The prisoners were dragged to their feet.
“I’ll get Potter too”, said Greyback while grabbing a fistfull of Harry’s hair. He wasn’t overly excited about standing so close to the vicious werewolf, but felt somewhat relieved when he was held right by (Y/N)’s side and she carefully leant her head on his shoulder. The small action gave him a sense of comfort despite the danger and seriousness of the situation.
“1, 2, 3…”
They disapparated.
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“I know ‘e’s swollen, ma’am, but it’s ‘im.”, Scabior said. “If you look a bit closer, you’ll see his scar.”
“Bring them in.”
Harry and the rest were brutally shoved and kicked up broad stone steps into a hallway lined with portraits. Two figures rose from chairs in front of an ornate marble fireplace as the prisoners were forced into the room by the snatchers. Lucius Malfoy took a step forward.
“What’s this?”
“They say they have got Potter”, answered Narcissa coldly. “Draco, come here.”
Draco approached the prisoners apprehensively, but claimed not to be sure whether it, in fact, was Harry.
“How ‘bout them others, then?”, growled Greyback while pushing Ron, Hermione, (Y/N), Dean and Griphook forwards. “‘tis at least one mudblood, a Weasley and an Order member’s kid - recognize either?”
Draco still didn’t know, however Lucius Malfoy felt sure enough, and was just about to call ‘The Dark Lord’ when Bellatrix Lestrange entered the room and walked up to the captives. She began arguing with Lucius, but stopped abruptly when noticing the sword of Gryffindor being held by one of the snatchers.
Bellatrix went to attack, but changed her mind once Greyback told her that they had found the sword in Harry, Ron, Hermione and (Y/N)’s tent. Narcissa, who seemed increasingly worried as her sister attacked various people in the room, turned to the group of ‘kids’ again.
“Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback”
“Wait!”, screeched Bellatrix. “All except… except the girls.”
“NO!”, exclaimed Harry just as Ron, struggling violently against the ropes that bound him, let out a loud roar.
“NO! You can have me! Keep me!!”
Bellatrix simply cackled evilly and said, “If one of them dies under questioning, I’ll take you next. Mudbloods, offsprings of Halfbreeds and blood traitors - they’re all the same to me. Greyback, take them downstairs and make sure they’re secure. But don’t do anything else. Yet...”
She grabbed both (Y/N) and Hermione by the hair and dragged them into the middle of the room. She let go and they both fell face first into the hard, dark floor with a crack. With a swift wave of her wand, thick ropes wrapped themselves around the girls’ ankles, effectively preventing them from escaping, and she then turned towards Greyback.
“Hurry up! Get them down quickly and you can have the Halfbreed. ‘m sure her screams will be enough to keep you entertained for a while?”
Greyback forced the rest of them into a dark passageway, his wand held out in front of him, projecting an invisible and irresistible force.
“Reckon she’ll let me have a bit of the girls when she’s finished with ‘em?”, Greyback crooned as he forced them along the corridor. “I’d say at least a bite or two each, wouldn’t you, boys? I think I’ll save the Lupin girl for Saturday, huh? I bet the full moon will make her taste even better, don’t you think??”
Both Harry and Ron were shaking in anger, but the invisible force kept them all in place. They were forced down a steep flight of stairs, still tied back-to-back and in danger of slipping and breaking their necks at any moment. At the bottom of the stairs was a heavy door, and Greyback opened it, pushed them all inside and slammed the door shut, but just as they hit the ground, a loud, panicked, heart wrenching scream was heard from directly above them.
“HERMIONE!? (Y/N/N)!?”
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“I’m going to ask you again! Where did you take this sword? WHERE?!”
“We found it! - We found it! - PLEASE!!”
“You’re lying, you filthy mudblood, and I know it. You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth! TELL THE TRUTH!!”
“It was my fault!”, cried (Y/N) desperately, hoping that Bellatrix wouldn’t be as harsh on her since she was a half blood. Deep down, she knew that this was highly improbable, but she couldn’t stand watching Hermione writhing in pain. “I found it, Hermione had nothing to do with it! Leave her alone!”
Bellatrix dropped Hermione, and (Y/N) was pulled off the ground for the umpteenth time that day.
“Don’t you worry. You’ll get your fair share too - Ah!”
In just that moment, Greyback walked the last few steps of the stairs and entered the big room.
“Right on time, Grayback! Do what you want with this one.”
She threw (Y/N) into Greyback’s arms and turned back to Hermione.
“See if you can get anything of value out of her first, though. If her father is part of the Order as you say, then surely enough… persuasion… should give us something.”
Greyback dragged (Y/N) by the hair so that they were a few feet away from Bellatrix, and bent over the girl standing on all four. His wild face was merely inches from hers, and she flinched involuntarily feeling his warm breath on her neck. The werewolf stroked his hairy hand across her cheek, and (Y/N) closed her eyes, desperately trying to imagine being somewhere else. She was, however, fully aware of the fact that this was only the beginning. Greyback was famous for his savagery and brutal methods, and her father had once told her the story of their first encounter. Remus had told her how her grandfather, Lyall, had insulted the werewolf, who would later take his revenge by biting Lyall’s son.
Suddenly, a burning sensation spread from her neck down to her waist - causing her to let out a pained scream. She had been so lost in thought that she failed to notice Greyback raising his hand, with nails like claws, and slashing it across her body. Her thin shirt went from light green to red in a matter of seconds and she scrambled to get away from him - ultimately failing when he caught some of her hair between his hand and the floor.
“You know”, growled Greyback. “I told Potter and the blood traitor I’d save my sample of yourself for Saturday but… why choose?”
He grabbed her hands and held them far away from the rest of her body, giving her little to no chance of protecting herself, bent closer and sank his sharp teeth deep into her shoulder.
(Y/N) let out yet another bloodcurdling scream and thrashed violently, which only caused Greyback to scratch his claws across her face before swiftly standing and landing a rough kick to her stomach.
She coughed slightly and tried to get up, but it was then Greyback finally seemed to remember the fact that he owned a wand.
“What do ya’ think you’re doin’? Stay on the floor, where ya’ belong! CRUCIO!”
(Y/N) began writhing in pain, just like Hermione had earlier, but the sheer strength of the curse combined with previous pain, blood loss and the mental trauma of having been bitten by a werewolf - though not transformed at the time - was enough to make her stop fighting. She didn’t fully pass out, but lay limp at the floor.
Bellatrix had bound Hermione to a pillar near the fireplace and was instead questioning a goblin about the Sword of Gryffindor.
“No”, said Griphook. “It is a fake”
“Are you sure? Quite sure?”
“Yes”
“Good”, she said, and with a casual flick of her wand she slashed another deep cut on the goblin’s face. “And now - we call the Dark Lord. I’m sure we can dispose of these two”. She used her foot to turn (Y/N) over and studied her broken being with a sly smile. “Keep ‘em if you want, Greyback!”
“NOOOOOOOO!”
Ron and Harry dashed into the room, Ron disarming Bellatrix and Harry catching her wand while simultaneously stunning Lucius Malfoy.
“STOP OR THEY DIE!!”
Harry and Ron both looked at Bellatrix who held a struggling Hermione in one hand, and used the other to press a silver dagger to her neck - all while resting a high heeled boot millimetres above the throat of (Y/N)’s now unconscious form.
“Drop the wands, or I won’t hesitate to let them both die covered in their own filthy blood. I said DROP THEM!!!!”
The boys threw the wands to the floor and Draco, after being told to, picked them up. Harry could feel Voldemort approaching, and the situation felt quite hopeless… None of them had a wand, he and Ron stood with their hands by their shoulders and wands pointing in their direction, and Bellatrix - who had already taken Sirius from him - had both the girls in her grasp.
“Now, I think we ought to tie these little heroes up again.”, said Bellatrix softly. “While Greyback takes care of Miss Halfbreed. I suppose you could have the mudblood too, if you fancy it. I’m sure the Dark Lord won’t begrudge you that after all you have done tonight.”
Her speech was interrupted by a peculiar grinding noise from above. All of them looked up and noticed Dobby on the chandelier. Bellatrix dropped Hermione and jumped out of the way - the chandelier falling on top of Hermione, (Y/N) and Griphook. Harry took the chance and pulled their wands out of Draco’s hand and then joined Ron in trying to get the girls to safety. He pointed all the wands at Greyback at the same time and shouted “STUPIFY!”, before picking (Y/N/N) up into his arms. They all stood surrounding Dobby who apparated them all out of there.
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A soft knock caused (Y/N) to immediately look towards the door, but she breathed a sigh of relief once realizing that it was safe. She had been rather jumpy since their capture, and she hated feeling so… weak? Fragile? Hopeless?
“Hey, you doing alright?”
“Hi, Bill. Yes, I’m good. How’s Hermione?”
Bill smiled. “She’ll be fine. I’m sure it must have been horrifying for her, but trust me, we’ve seen worse. With both Fleur and Ron by her side I can’t find a reason to be worried. Honestly, I’m much more concerned about you.”
“Bill, I’m f-”
“No, see, I don’t think you are. Purely based on what the others have told me, you’ve gone through both physical and mental torture beyond what even the least decent person should consider ‘acceptable’. Your silence, constant twitching and rapid breathing further supports that theory. We just want to help.”
“Look, I appreciate that, I really do bu-”
“Do you want me to send word to your dad?”
“I- Wha- No! No, I’ll manage. A day or two to rest and a chance to process all that happened should get me back on my feet. I don’t want to worry him… Please, Bill, do-”
“Okay, I won’t write”, said Bill hesitantly. “But then you must promise to let us help. And if Remus contacts us asking whether we know anything about the four of you - I won’t lie. He’s done that roughly twice a week since November, though weirdly enough not the last couple of days, and there’s a bond of trust there, (Y/N/N). I trust you can understand that?”
“Of course”, she said, managing a weak smile. “But surely you, if anyone, would understand that you have to move on. I mean, you were attacked in essentially the same way last year and you sti-”
But Bill just shook his head.
“No, (Y/N/N), they’re not ‘essentially the same’. Not at all. When Greyback-”, (Y/N) flinched at the name and Bill put a hand on her shoulder. “When he attacked me, it was quick. Sure, it hurt like hell, but it was over in less than a minute. And I know you won’t like me saying this, but I suspect that was the case even for your dad. What he’s had to endure since that night is a whole nother story, but the actual moment? For the two of us, he was out to kill, and thankfully interrupted before he got the chance, but in your case I wouldn’t call it an ‘attack’ but rather… An intrusion, or violation if you will. (Y/N/N), what you went through, I can’t even imagine.”
Bill could tell the young girl didn’t know what to say, so he simply pulled her in for a gentle hug.
“Do you want me to ask Harry to come up?”
“What are they doing? I don’t wanna interru-”
“Just having dinner. We’d have brought you downstairs too, but you were still unconscious or sleeping half an hour ago. Fleur didn’t feel the need to drag you out of bed then.” He paused and examined her for a moment before standing.
“I’ll get him, give me a minute.”
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“Harry, what if Dumbledore wanted us to work out the symbol in time to get the wand? What i-”
“Ron, I-”
Their conversation was interrupted when Bill entered the kitchen.
“Harry? She’s up.”
Harry turned to his best friend’s brother, a look of utter confusion on his face.
“I.. Wha- How is she? Can I-”
“Go. She’s trying to be strong, of course, yet there’s something more there. Her bravery is admirable, but I don’t think it’s very healthy to keep it all bottled up. If anyone could get her to let it out it’d be you. Go.”
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Harry carefully pushed the door open, and his eyes immediately found hers. They had been friends for so many years now, that reading each other’s thoughts was considered ‘normal’. Harry was instantaneously relieved when she didn’t jump, flinch or move away from the door. He walked over to the bed and was pulled into a loving hug before even sitting down. That was not what he had expected…! Sure, he had hoped that she wouldn’t be completely broken, but considering everything he - they - had been through, he hadn’t dared to imagine any best case scenario only to be completely crushed by the truth.
“(Y/N/N)? How a-”
But that was all it took - for him to say her name. She wasn’t sobbing, just crying silently - tears falling freely from her eyes.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Harry. Crying’s not going to help anyone I just-”
“(Y/N/N), don’t apologize, please. Just let it out, you’re safe. I’m here and I’m not leaving you again, okay? You’re safe now. You’re sa-”
There was a loud ‘BANG’ on the front door. Harry grabbed his wand and took a few careful steps down the stairs, constantly making sure that (Y/N/N) was right behind him. He grabbed her hand tightly and watched as Bill, with his wand pointing towards the door, made his way from the kitchen to the hallway.
“Who is it?”
“It is I, Remus John Lupin. I’m a werewolf, married to Nymphadora Tonks, and you, the Secret Keeper of Shell Cottage, told me the address, and bade me come in an emergency.”
“Lupin!”
Bill ran to the door and wretched it open. (Y/N/N) looked over Harry’s shoulder and saw her dad stumble over the threshold before standing up straight and exclaiming “It’s a boy! We’ve named him Ted after Dora’s father.”
“Wow, that’s amazing!”, sad Bill sounding uncharacteristically nervous as he met Fleur’s gaze. Tonks having her baby would explain Remus’ lack of messages for the past few days, and Bill was starting to regret not letting him know about his daughter’s condition as soon as she had arrived.
Remus seemed to calm down slightly as well, and suddenly noticed Ron, Hermione, Dean and Luna at the dining table
“Wha-”, he began, but Bill just nodded towards the living room.
“Remus, look, I think you better sit down and I-”
But the older man didn’t seem to agree with whatever Bill was going to suggest.
“What happened?! When?! And whe-”
He didn’t get to say much more before two arms wrapped around him from behind. He knew, given the current state of the Wizarding World, that he should grab his wand and push them away, but he already suspected who it was. His theory was confirmed by a hoarse whisper:
“Dad.”
It was such a short word, but her voice broke nonetheless. He began turning around, desperate to get a good look at his daughter after over eight months apart, but she struggled against him.
“(Y/N/N), let me look at you?! Stop- NO, stop it I-”
He might just have travelled through a storm, but was still the stronger of the two. Physical strength would, however, prove to be essentially worthless, and the Marauder fell to his knees as soon as he laid eyes on his only daughter. He forced himself to look at her, but it must have been one of the most challenging things the man had ever had to do.
She was covered in deep wounds & scratches from head to toe. Her wrists were bloody and bruised and at least a few, red bite marks stood out against her otherwise pale skin. Her eyes were red, and her face was still covered in wet tears. She was trying her best to stand up straight, but no one knew (Y/N/N) like her father did - not even Harry - and Remus immediately sensed that something was wrong. She was crouching down ever so slightly - almost as if she had been curled up or forced into a fetal position for way too long.
“Oh, darling…”
Those two words were the only ones he managed while his mind desperately worked on processing the sight in front of him. He had come with the intention of sharing some joyful news, but this - what had happened instead - was way beyond his worst nightmares. His boggart had been the full moon for as long as he could remember, but he was quite sure the silvery orb would not glide out from the cupboard the next time he had to face one.
“(Y/N/N)?”, mumbled Harry. “Do you want some help upstairs? I feel like you two could use some privacy..?”
She nodded, and Harry, who had now also noticed her unusual posture, placed her right arm over his shoulders and helped her back up. Her father - naturally - followed closely behind.
~~~~~
(Y/N/N) sat back on the bed from before, her gaze focused on a particularly interesting spot on the floor. Her father sat down next to her and gently placed an arm around her small body, expertly avoiding the many red or brownish lines. She wanted to look back at him. To put her arm around him and return the hug, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Sure, he did promise her not to blame himself for whatever fights she chose, but this was different. She hadn’t chosen this one, and her wounds were far worse than anything Umbridge had ever accomplished. Just the thought of having to tell him who was responsible and what he had said frightened her. Not that she was scared of her dad, but she knew he would claim that everything was his fault. She couldn’t lie, though. Not this time. He deserved to know exactly what happened.
“(Y/N/N)? Darling? Are you okay? What happened?”
His voice was now extremely gentle, which was comforting for (Y/N) too. She took a deep breath and turned to face him. She spoke barely above a whisper, her neck still bruised and sore from the countless times she had been grabbed and held by it.
“Yes. Yes, I’m good. Or fine at least.”
“I assume you understand that I want to hear the full story, but I must ask - when?”
He reached towards her shoulder and gently brought his hand over the bite marks.
“‘round Easter, I don’t know exactly… seventh? eight? ninth? Not the eleventh though, I’m sure of that.”
His facial expression went from terrified to slightly calmer as he rubbed his temple.
“Okay, that’s… that’s good. Given the circumstances, I mean. And you’re absolutely positive? Because sometimes traumatic events can make you forge-”
“Dad, I’m sure! If there’s one part of me that’s in prime condition it’s my memory...I- I remember every second.”
She shuddered at the thought of if all, and quickly added, “He wasn’t transformed…”
Remus looked at her sadly, the truth, or at least parts of it, now clear to him.
“Not Gre-”
“DoN’t! Please...”
She put her head on his torso when he pulled her closer.
“Please, I can’t-”
“Breathe, Darling. You’re safe. I’m sorry I… Blimey I should have guessed. Took me months and I was barely five… C’mere.”
They sat like that for a while, Remus resting his head on his daughter’s while humming quietly. He eventually decided he couldn’t take it anymore and cleared his throat to catch her attention.
“(Y/N/N)? You have to tell me what happened. Have you gotten these wounds treated? They don’t look very good…”
“Trust me, they were much worse back then. I think Fleur did her best to heal them. She’s really goo-”
He looked away and took a deep breath. “You’re avoiding the question, (Y/N/N)…”
“Dad, I do-”
“YOU PROMISED!”
He slammed his hands down on the bed as his voice grew angrier.
“(Y/N), you promised me you’d never hide any kind of pain from me ever again?! I-”
He suddenly noticed his daughter desperately cowering away and lowered his voice.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, but I trusted that promise! And don’t even try to tell me how ‘you’re fine’ or ‘it’s not really even hurting anymore’. (Y/N/N), I have known you your whole life, let me help. You must te-”
“I know. I will. I know you deserve that, just… I don’t know where to start? A lot has happened… And I also need you to know that I didn’t break my promise. Bill and Harry told me I’ve been drifting in and out of consciousness for days. I only properly woke up an hour or so before you came and haven’t had time to send a message.”
He looked at her, and she moved closer again.
“Sor-”
“It’s good, dad. We’re good, don’t worry about it.”
Then she told him. The entire story - starting with breaking into the Ministry and then everything about Godric’s Hollow, The Lovegoods’ house - but came to an abrupt stop after that. She took a moment to collect her thoughts, but then shared the events of the past two weeks as well. She told her father all about Harry accidentally using You-Know-Who’s name, the group of snatchers surrounding them and their decision not to try to fight their way out.
“We were outnumbered, and had to hide the fact that they had just caught Harry. Hermione used a stinging jinx which, naturally, worked perfectly - they didn’t recognize him at first. They tied us all up and started asking questions about names, blood status and so on. None of us gave them our real names of course, and it worked well until… until he… until he stepped out of the shadows and told the others that the name I had given them was false. It took him a minute or two, but he claimed to… ‘recognize my smell’ - your smell, I suppose.”
“(Y/N/N), it’s m-”
“No! You can’t blame yourself. That was your part of the deal, remember?”
“Well, this time it seem like it actually was-”
“not your fault, exactly. The snatchers found some photographs in the Prophet, Harry’s glasses and a bunch of other stuff and kind of made the connection themselves.”
She explained how they were taken to Malfoy Manor. How Bellatrix had ordered everyone apart from the two girls down to the dungeons. How she had bound them even tighter before taking care of Hermione, and later Griphook, herself and leaving (Y/N) defenceless to deal with Greyback.
“Do you know what the worst part is? I barely even tried to defend myself. Merlin, I just felt so... weak!?! So worthless. He just stood there - right by my face - breathing and”, she shuddered again, “‘petting’. Then he hacked, and slashed, and bit, and kicked and pushed. Eventually realized he was in possession of a wand and… It was unbearable, I-I-I can’t even... ”
“Shhh, breathe, Darling, breathe! Easy there…”
He pulled her, if possible, even closer until she sat in her father’s lap. (Y/N) used to fall asleep in his lap when she was a little girl - the warmth and comfort calming her down - but it had been years since… She was, after all, a young adult now.
“Listen, and I need you to understand this because it is very important - you are not weak! Far from it! In a situation like what you have just described, if you are wandless and unable to practically defend yourself, coming with sly remarks and trying to argue with the one in possession of the wand would not only be dangerous, but also rather careless. If there was anything I could do to change what happened, then believe me, I would, but don’t for a second beat yourself up over your decisions.”
Remus looked at (Y/N/N), but chuckled slightly when he noticed his daughter slowly drifting off to sleep. He decided to shake her slightly and wake her before it was too late.
“(Y/N/N)? Don’t you think it’s better if we go home? You can go to sleep there instead?”
“What?”, she mumbled. “But, dad, we’re not done yet? Harry, Ron and Hermione-”
“-Will just have to do without you for a while. Listen to reason, darling. You are injured, shaken and can barely stand up straight - which is perfectly understandable! I’m just saying, the best thing you can do is probably to rest and let them go on for now. Who knows, maybe you will be able to go back after healing?”
Remus made a mental note to keep his daughter close to him from now on, and NOT to let her throw herself back into the war, but felt like this was the best way to convince her right away. He had missed her every minute since they had parted ways back in August, and dreamt of the day they’d reunite, but never had he imagined he’d find her in such a state. He swore to himself that he would always try to keep her safe.
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