Starting the term with the Dementors search left a particularly bad taste in everybody’s mouth. School work had gotten exceedingly harder since it was the first year of OWLS examinations, though Professor Lupin’s class was always something to look forward to. Y/N was relieved to have a competent Dark Arts teacher, and she found Professor Lupin’s youth and thinly veiled madness and penchant for controlled chaos refreshing. What other teacher would bring a boggart into a classroom?
Then almost predictively, given the manhunt that was raking over the United Kingdom’s wizarding world, the school year progressed into a prison. Strict curfews were enforced and Hogsmeade trips were cancelled due to Sirius Black being on the run. When Neville got in all his trouble for having his passwords stolen by the fugitive, Y/N had been furious, albeit she didn’t know if her anger was directed at her well-meaning but forgetful cousin, McGonagall for publicly shaming the already ostracized boy, Sirius Black, or the world. It was not a good feeling.
Her friends more often than not made her mood better, but any negative talk of Neville in any capacity earned a quick revenge by his older cousin. Y/N got quite good at discreetly ruining people’s day- splicing book bags, gluing tongues to roofs of mouths, tying shoelaces together, etc. Nothing that left permanent damage. It satisfied the anger, the mean streak that developed an insatiable craving of vigilante justice, and she could justify that she was practicing nonverbal magic and enhancing her skills as a witch. Isn’t that what school is for?
During one of the changing of classes Y/N and her fellow 5th year Gryffindors were confronted by a hoard of 7th year Ravenclaw students, loudly insulting the youngest Longbottom of his foolishness and stupidity while Neville could be seen tucking his blushing head and practically fleeing the scene, while Y/N stood still and took it in. The look on her face actually struck fear in Fred’s light prankster heart.
Deftly, with barely a whisper of a spell or a movement of robes, Y/N hexed that unsuspecting Ravenclaw with a vicious Furnunclus curse, covering the bully immediately with large and prominent boils. Chaos ensued. The loudly wailing of the victim, students trampling each other, all ducking and parting like the Red Sea to find the perpetrator, lucky for Y/N the girl quiet literally ducked and covered, joining the crowd and concealing her identity from the frantic teachers in the corridor.
Fred vowed to never to make fun of Neville in front of his cousin as long as he lived, or actually, piss her off that badly, ever in his life.
Locking eyes with Y/N he slowly smiled and nodded his approval- it truly was a act of talented witch- and to not get caught! Teachers were whipping their heads around but couldn’t find the perpetrator. Y/N smirked, and a high flush appeared across her cheeks, making her almost glow.
She is beautiful.
Fred had been surprised by the thought, but unsure of its meaning. They were good friends, known each other since diapers, how did he not realize she was also a pretty girl? That was looking at him. Limbs moved thankfully on their own accord, helping up and dusting the girl off. They were both giggling, falling back into line, the adrenaline rush of pulling off a minor crime and getting away with it, and maybe the rush of something new.
The night that Buckbeak the hippogriff and Sirus Black’s great escape was a ordinary one for everybody that wasn’t Harry Potter’s immediate friend or foe. Late in the evening Y/N was sitting at one of the windows of Gryffindor tower, quietly taking in a beautiful night in the Scottish hills. OWLs were over, and Y/N was disappointed by her growing indifference of grades. To Y/N it was difficult to take a test seriously when it seemed obvious that there were bigger and more grave things brewing. The foreboding expressions on their professors faces with every hysterical article from the Daily Prophet, the tight-lippedness of her parents’ letters, Y/N didn’t know what to think of it. A close creak next to the girl made her jump upright, wand gripped so tightly it was a miracle it didn’t splinter.
“Merlin don’t curse me!” Fred Weasley yelped as he threw his hands above his head.
The immediate sob of relief and realization that it was only her friend made Y/N want to cry.
“Fred, what are you doing?” She whisper screamed, the feeling coming back in her hands, and the heat of the sun burning her cheeks into a bright crimson blush. Fred was in pajamas, a homemade blue jumper and flannel pants, but with bare feet and bedhead. Obviously not intending to leave Gryffindor tower. The question was met with a couple of seconds of silence.
Fred raised a red eyebrow, the shadows of the night taking away most of his color.
“I could ask you the same, or did McGonagall leave you in charge to hex anybody who dare cross the common room?” He asked sarcastically, hiding the fact that seeing the girl he fancied wielding what he knew could be a painful end to his night sent his heart rate through the roof. As soon as the words left his lips, he regretted it. Fred knew his friend was not expecting to be disturbed, and Black’s reappearance has made everybody on edge.
She smiled instead, a true one, a smile that made Fred’s chest swell with affection and pride for making it come into existence.
“No, just, thinking.” Y/N answered, sitting back down, drawing her knees back into her chest.
“Ah, never good.” Fred joked, weakly, as he took the open spot next to her. They both took in the night, not exactly needing to end the comfortable silence, but politely waiting for the other to speak first. It was Y/N.
“You never answered my question.” Why he was awake.
“Honestly? Lee snores.” Fred replied with an exhausted chuckle, it was very-very early in the morning. They sat and talked about nothing, which meant everything to them. Y/N welcomed the attention and distraction from her earlier worries that brought her to this spot, to this chair, and this moment with the boy she had grown to be so fond of. After a couple of yawns and rubbing of eyes the pair agreed to part and get some sleep.
Y/N was already halfway from their perch to the girls staircase when she heard Fred exclaim looking out the window,
The summer before their 5th year, Y/N felt the air shift. It seemed sudden, the way that the light that used to frame everything about the wizarding world and magic had darkened.
Upon crossing the magic barrier of 9 ¾ Y/N hardly had said good-bye to her family as she bee-lined her way to her best friends Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinet, and Katie Bell. The three erupted with glee at seeing their friend, eloping her with hugs and demands to know where the bloody hell she’d been all summer.
“You have no idea.” Y/N grumbled darkly.
Y/N had spent the break couped up with Neville. Not that she didn’t like Neville, she loved her cousin, but the similar interests between a 13-year-old boy and 15-year-old girl were limited. After the murderer and former Death Eater Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban their grandmother and her parents seemed to become wardens overnight, strictly enforcing curfews and going far as checking her mail. That caused an incredible row, ending with Y/N being grounded for the better half of the summer.
Before she had the chance to think, Y/N’s world went sideways-literally.
Long time no see! I don’t know if anybody is still here, that’s okay, I know its been over a year. I finally felt like writing a little more and continue this fic- enjoy? Feedback is always appreciated!
—— All Good Things Chapter 3 ——
Word Count: 818
The revelation of her crush on the oldest Weasley twin weighed heavy on Y/N’s mind. The thought of her friends, all of her friends, finding out was beyond horrifying. As was the visualization of him possibly rejecting her- she couldn’t bare it. So, she didn’t. From that moment on she swore it would never get in the way of their friendships and would never act on her crush… unprompted at least.
Fortunately for her, school kept the girl so busy that her crush could hardly stand in the way of her responsibilities. Fourth year meant preparing for O.W.L.S next year, and their teachers were unrelenting. Many nights she stayed in the library, not only doing her work but also helping Neville with his schoolwork. Magic, it seemed, was not coming easy to the boy and it was beyond devasting for the poor lad. She called him a late bloomer, he called himself a squib. Their arguments could go back and forth for hours. Eventually she discovered that Neville’s round face would light up talking about Herbology. He could go on for hours about the different plants and their functions, and sometimes after a lesson would retell it. Y/N let him, even though she had heard this lecture two years before, as it was interesting- and he was so excited.
Long time no see! I don’t know if anybody is still here, that’s okay, I know its been over a year. I finally felt like writing a little more and continue this fic- enjoy? Feedback is always appreciated!
—— All Good Things Chapter 3 ——
Word Count: 818
The revelation of her crush on the oldest Weasley twin weighed heavy on Y/N’s mind. The thought of her friends, all of her friends, finding out was beyond horrifying. As was the visualization of him possibly rejecting her- she couldn’t bare it. So, she didn’t. From that moment on she swore it would never get in the way of their friendships and would never act on her crush… unprompted at least.
Fortunately for her, school kept the girl so busy that her crush could hardly stand in the way of her responsibilities. Fourth year meant preparing for O.W.L.S next year, and their teachers were unrelenting. Many nights she stayed in the library, not only doing her work but also helping Neville with his schoolwork. Magic, it seemed, was not coming easy to the boy and it was beyond devasting for the poor lad. She called him a late bloomer, he called himself a squib. Their arguments could go back and forth for hours. Eventually she discovered that Neville’s round face would light up talking about Herbology. He could go on for hours about the different plants and their functions, and sometimes after a lesson would retell it. Y/N let him, even though she had heard this lecture two years before, as it was interesting- and he was so excited.
Third-year came in went, ending spectacularly, with Neville winning the last ten points for Gryffindor to win the House Cup and Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger saving the school (and Harry’s life of course). Y/N cheered loudly with her fellow Gryffindors, hugging Neville’s sobbing shoulders and throwing an arm in the air. Fred and George were standing in their seats, hollering their praises to their little brother and the rest of the Gryffindors pounding the table in celebration. It was one of the best days of Y/N’s life.
A lot of things started to change over the
summer. Being a teenage witch was never easy, and only receiving a letter every
week or two from her friends was doing less than wonders on her patience. On a
particularly stagnant evening, reading the same classic muggle book for the
15th time, Y/N was rudely interrupted by an earsplitting crash that scared the
living daylights out of her. It was hard to tell who screamed louder, herself
or the poor owl that came crashing through her bedroom window. In a flash, her
parents apparated in her room, brandishing wands like swords and yelling at the
intruder that was not there. Errol, the Weasleys owl, was hooting pitifully on
the ground with his feathers drifting slightly around. The truly pitiful sight
and the enormous reaction it caused made the entire family laugh until tears
were streaming down their cheeks. Her mother carefully picked up the owl and
handed over the letter giggling.
“Please- do I have to go?” Neville asked in a pained voice. Y/N looked over to her younger cousin with sympathy.
“You know you do- but cheer up! Hogwarts is wonderful. And you can finally meet people your own age, make new friends,”
Neville let out a little sputter as if to say yeah, right. “And learning about magical things- and how to be a wizard!”. He just stared at her with disbelief.
Flipping her hair, the girl let out a sigh. She wished Neville could see himself as she did; a bright, kind, and funny boy.
Neville had absolutely no self-confidence. Y/N often thought that their grandmother was too harsh on Neville- as the women incessantly compared the young boy to his father. Neville’s parents were insane patients at the wizarding hospital St. Mungos. The couple had been tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange for information regarding the first Wizarding War against He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. For this reason, Neville was raised by his grandmother since he was a year old. It was more than a lot to deal with for one person, much less a child, but Neville carried it like it was his duty. He was proud to be their son, though he never thought he would live up to their sacrifice.
So, Y/N took it upon herself to his protector. Since they were small, she had protected him from all possible bullies- including their own family. They became quite close.
Y/N, being two years older than Neville, had been the first to go to Hogwarts; and both had cried. Now, it was Y/N’s third year and Neville’s first, and she was beyond excited for him.
Finally, she had thought, he could get the chance to meet amazing people, as she had.
Neville was nervously looking around. Probably agonizing over getting caught entering Platform’s 9¾ and exposing the Wizarding World- a worry he had relayed to his cousin on the way to the train station. Y/N rolled her eyes at the boy- as much as she loved him and as protective as she was- the constant worrying could get old. Besides, Neville was the least likely in the family to expose wizards, as Madam Longbottom never left the house without the brightest robes and her horrifyingly realistic vulture hat. It was truly vile.
Quickly looking around, she grabbed Neville by the wrist and pulled him through the brick wall. Though both of them had seen The Hogwarts Express two times previously to drop Y/N off for school, the experience was always like the first. After a moment, the two adjusted to their surroundings; as hundreds of children and their families said their last goodbyes, owls hooting and screeching, and the train’s whistles blaring their warnings.
The two waited for the rest of their families, giving hugs and promises to write often. Y/N was humming with anticipation and quickly escaped the grasp of her family to go find her friends, who she hadn’t seen since before the summer. Rounding the corners, she saw her best friends and girls in her year, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, looking for her. The three embraced and immediately started their frantic questions about the break, talking over and louder than the next person.
“Oi! Why are you yelling? We’re right here?” Fred Weasley had joked, getting the three girl’s attention; with his twin brother, George, smiling behind him. While the twins were no strangers to the third years’, but their voices were completely different. Much deeper than last year, and each of them was noticeably taller. The twins-well all of the Weasleys- had flaming red hair and covered in freckles. Once in their first year, Y/N, Lee Jordan, and Angelina tried to count all of George’s freckles. They gave up after the 600s. As Y/N smiled back at her classmates, she felt an unfamiliar flush spread across her cheeks at Fred Weasley’s grin. How odd.
"You lot aren’t going to believe this- we just met Harry Potter!“ George exclaimed, which was met with a collective gasp. Harry Potter was a legendary boy, being the only survivor of the Killing Curse and for the disappearance of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.
"Is he 11 now?”
"Oh-he’s in Neville’s year!“
”Merlin, I hope he is in Gryffindor-,“
"Stop! We don’t know everything you know!” The twins retorted, brushing off the girl’s comments. As excited as the prospect of meeting the famous Harry Potter was, the group of third year’s quickly found their usual train compartment for the journey back to the Hogwarts castle. Y/N worried for a moment if Neville had found a good group of first years yet and felt guilty for somewhat abandoning him. They had talked about riding together, but she had hesitated, not knowing if he would be comfortable around her third-year friends. Neville brushed by this entirely, claiming he needed to find his own way- alone. Y/N’s attention snapped back to reality after a warm hand tapped her arm. Fred nodded his ginger head to the door of the compartment.
"Do you want anything from the trolley?“ The lady who pushed the cart repeated, to which Y/N pulled out a few coins and traded for some of their favorite snacks. Y/N handed Fred and George their share without a second thought. Though the twins were from a large and loving family, they were very poor. Not wanting them to be left out, Y/N started the tradition of buying enough to share with everybody. Fred smiled his thanks to his friend, and Y/N again felt an unfamiliar rush of heat to her cheeks. What is going on!? She thought desperately. It wasn’t like her to feel uncomfortable or unsettled with her friends. Perhaps it was an illness of sorts. Whatever it was, she hoped that the feeling would be gone by the time they arrived at Hogwarts.
“I’d never put you up for adoption, I’d have to pay somebody to take you.” My father’s harsh words were seared into my brain as I laced up my heels. I remembered the day I ran away from home with nothing but the $257 from my savings account to help me survive. It wasn’t long before my ass was handed to me and I found myself working where every girl talks about at least once in their life…a strip club.
It was easy money, I walked on stage and flaunted what I had…thankfully due to Italian food and the Stairmaster I had things to flaunt. It was a Friday night in D.C , S.H.I.E.L.D had rented out the Red Lady for the night. All I had to do was flirt with a few rich boys who thought they were men and have them shove daddy’s money down my bra. Easy. I mused to myself as I continued adding glitter to my eyelids. I was pulled from my thoughts by my coworker’s shrill voice.
“I’ll be worth every penny tonight.” Shannon, otherwise known as Ruby, exclaimed as she blew herself a kiss in the mirror net to me. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the tall, curvy blonde dressed like an expensive French maid— but who lived in a shack behind McDonalds. Shannon/Ruby loved to tell us about her year spent at college before she ran out of money paying for her new BMW. Shannon turned her evil gaze at me, as though she heard my annoyance.
“Oh sweetie!” She started rushing over to me to give me an unwanted hug. “Don’t be nervous! I know those S.H.I.E.L.D boys, and they aren’t all that bad!” She cooed, her voice making my nerves strain and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“Gee, thanks. I was so worried.” I said flatly, trying my best not to acknowledge her with sarcasm. “I’m so lucky to have a girl here with experience.” No need to cause too much drama tonight. Shannon bought it and smiled down on me before she gave me another hug and pranced her way to the stage.
A few hours went by, and before I knew it, I was sitting on the lap of a senior member of the prestigious government group. “Ya know, it’s my birthday.” The Great-Value Steve Rodgers slurred into my ear. I took a deep breath to hide my disgust with his Coors Light smelling breath and smiled up at him with the best doe eyes I could muster.
“Oh, is that so?” I quizzed feigning interest hoping he’d throw a $100 down my cowgirl outfit to celebrate. “Well, Happy Birthday!” I squealed hating myself as I kissed the agent’s cheek.
“Yes ma’am. This ‘ol S.H.I.E.L.D boy is now a ripe thirty-three.” The drunk agent proclaimed as if it was something magical and I should be astonished that he could be thirty-three and in a strip club. Yet, I was caught on his place of employment instead.
“Did you- did you say S.H.I.E.L.D.?” I inquired.
“That’s right, babe.” He leaned in for a kiss, but I placed my finger on his lips in objection.
“Well, in that case.” I stood up and adjusted my bedazzled costume and fixing my pink cowboy hat. “I retract my birthday wishes.” And with that, I left— not just the agent in the middle of the room, nor the establishment, nor my career, I left that life in hopes of finding something better…Like maybe a nicer living, somewhere where selling yourself to make a living wasn’t a thing.
Fun fact: technically, because of its inability to roar and its ability to purr, the cheetah is not a ‘big cat’ (or Great Cat) - they are still classified as Lesser Cats.
Also you haven’t heard anything until you hear them cheep.
While this song makes me merry,
Tyrian purple dyes many a hue
From magenta to berry
And a true purple too.
But fun as it is to watch this poetic race
The answer is staring you right in the face:
Roses are red and violets are blue
Because nothing fucking rhymes with purple.
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