#5th year

[cowboylikescarlet]

me when i finally got to fifth year in my atyd reread so it’s lock in time. no more silly pranks and world building just the war, werewolves, wolfstar angst, disowning, and the prank. wish me luck🫡

[thestudyinglesbian]

☆ hey!! ☆

☆ I'm grace, I'm a minor, Irish, 5th year student, an acespec lesbian, and idc what pronouns you use (here's my pronoun page if you wanna know what to call me etc)

☆ this blog is mainly to motivate me to study in 5th year (bc I am STRUGGLING after spending a year dossing in ty), and also bc I've never seen an Irish studyblr blog on here (if you know any, or are one lmk!)

☆ it's not very aesthetic, but I'm gonna try my best bc that keeps me motivated

☆ I share my notes, study tips, books I'm reading, study schedules I'm using, and online resources I use for school <3

☆ the subjects I'm studying are: (if you're not irish, dw about the H's and O's)

☆ english (H), irish (H), maths (H), biology (H), history (H), french (H), and business (H)

☆ here's my spotify and pinterest if anyone wants them <3

☆ ALSO I LOVE MY MUTUALS AND I LOVE GETTING ASKS PLS DONT BE AFRAID TO INTERACT

☆ @littlegayduck is my main account btw <3

free palestine, I love you all <3

[piyangg]

(Extremely late) Pocky Day

[adoobiesworld]

wolfstar after THE prank

[kirain]

MC: Headmaster, what are we going to do?!

Phineas: Take broom, go to Hogsmeade, kill Rookwood, grab Lodgok, go to the Three Broomsticks, have a nice cold butterbeer, and wait for all of this to blow over!

[yuri-is-reading]

Ron x Harry. Ronarry. VERY OOC. Happens around 5th year

NOTE: pls forgive me for any errors or any ooc. English is not my first language.

This is me pushing my Ron x Harry agenda hehe!

Ron's not sure what he is feeling. He have felt something similar to this for quite a while now, and may have felt comfortable of it for a time but then...

As time passes by, it intensified. He could feel his heart beating louder as he stared at Harry, could feel the hairs on his arm and neck standing much longer as he felt his touch, and could feel his face heat up faster whenever he gets closer. Maybe he's sick? Maybe it comes with being a teenager? But if it is, then why hadn't others felt the same way as him.

"Oh Ron, you innocent summer child," Is the only thing that Hermoine said to him when he talked to her. She said that she felt something like that before, and is possibly feeling it everytime she receives a letter from a certain someone (probably Viktor Krum).

"Come on! What is it? I don't want to act like this around Harry! He's got enough in his plate as it is!" But still, Hermoine just said that she will not be answering his question and would just leave it to him to figure it out.

"It's better this way! You have to figure it out yourself." Yeah right... Better this way! He admits that he is not as intellectually gifted as Hermoine is, and maybe even a bit lost in some other aspects in life, which is why he has asked for her help. But now that she refused to help him, he would just have to ask other people!

The twins could help.

Oh how wrong he was.

"Are you saying that our little Ronnie..."

"...is feeling something so strange..."

"...around our little Harry?" He nodded in answer, praying that this time, the twins wouldn't do the same as Hermoine and just leave him hanging.

"Well... I don't know if we should tell you..." George said, his eyebrows scrunching seriously. Fred then whispered something to George, something that may have stopped his other twin from considering the options.

They said the same thing as Hermoine.

"It's better if you figure it out, Ron. Besides, you have our blessing if ever you did figure this out." And the twins left with a wink.

He groaned, thinking of another person that he could ask about it on. He could try Neville.

"I've felt that once. It feels like you wanted to be around this person so much, but at the same time you feel a heavy almost like euphoric feeling." He felt hope with Neville. But then he dished out how it was better that he would discover it himself.

Well then, Seamus and Dean it is.

"Look Ron, we heard about this from the twins and they asked us to give you a hint. You could say that... You are feeling something much deeper than friendship." Then they left him wondering more. Much deeper than friendship? Of course he does feel something like that! He followed him on a life-threatening adventure in their first year for goodness sake! Not to mention he continuously would do that for years to come.

And now that the threat of Voldemort came back? Well, he's going to go to the front lines for his best mate!

Nights will follow, and he would be up thinking about what it is that he is feeling for Harry. Honestly, he tried to act like nothing has changed, that everything is the same.

He's still always beside Harry, making sure that he is eating enough, staying safe from bullies (darn Inquisitorial Squad and Umbridge!), having enough time for himself (considering that he is teaching them DADA), and that he is sleeping well. Not that Harry couldn't do all that but sometimes he just needs a little boost, you know? A little reminder that he shouldn't neglect himself.

As someone who has been friends with Harry ever since the beginning of their Hogwarts life, he could say with confidence that he knows his best mate well. Which is why he was one of the first ones to notice how he is acting quite differently.

"Harry," he called out as the teen just entered the common room. It was in the middle of the night, no one's left awake except for him and Harry. Harry who is twitching and holding his right hand.

"R-Ron, why are you still awake?"

"I was waiting for you," And worried for you.

"Well... I'm here now. You should go to bed. I'm going to follow soon." But before Harry could go upstairs, Ron marched towards him and gently reached for the hand that he is nursing. Harry lightly hissed, but is not stopping him from looking at whatever it is that is hurting him.

On his hand, an inflamed carving on his skin reads: "I must not tell lies".

At this very moment, he felt a different feeling altogether. Something welled inside of him, fiery anger that only came to him at certain situations. Righteous anger, not for him, but for Harry.

"Did that bloody cunt do this to you?" He calmly said, but deep inside he wants to shout. He wants to march down to where Umbridge is and give her a taste of her own medicine. Azkaban be damned.

"Ron, it's nothing-"

"This is nothing! I know for a fact what she is using on you, and it is illegal! This should stop! Is she only using this on you?! Is she targeting you because you're saying the truth?! I'm going to kill her! That arsehole will never know what's going to hit her!" In the middle of his rant, he didn't realize how he reached for his wand. He didn't also realize how he was marching towards the door, probably wanting to hex the hell out of Umbridge.

"Ron! Stop it!" Harry pulled him using his other hand, trying to stop him from whatever it is that he is going to do.

"Don't stop me, Harry! She needs to pay for what she did!"

"And what are you going to do?! Use the cutting spell on her? The unforgiveables?!"

"I would use it! She deserves it!" At that time, he knew that he has enough intent to use one of the unforgiveables. Despite being a Death Eater, Moody-Who-Is-Actually-Barty-Crouch-Junior taught them well of the said spells and well... he may have listened a bit too eagerly.

"Ron, enough! Why are you doing this for me?! I don't get why you're eager on fighting for me!" If there is anything else that he knows is evident with Harry, is that he has a low to non-existing self-worth. Past experiences, usually with adults that should have been guiding him, have rendered him questioning if he is worth the attention that others is giving him.

"Harry, you are worth fighting for! I understand that you are unfamiliar with this concept but, mate, you deserve everything good in life! At the same time, you don't deserve what Umbridge is doing to you. " Harry's green eyes started watering, tears threatening to fall from it. They both moved closer together, with Harry resting his head on his shoulder.

"But... Why? Why do YOU?"

Ron Weasley is a stupid stupid boy. He never expected his realization to happen in the middle of finding out Harry is being tortured by their DADA professor. He sighed, hugging Harry closer, tighter.

"Because... I care for you. We've been together for so long, mate. I... Love you." Harry let the dam broke after what he said, followed by a happy laugh. After a few seconds, Harry shifted.

"I love you too... for quite some time now." He whispered quietly, but it was enough for Ron's heart to start beating loudly.

That night, they decided that they're going to take things slow. They have the rest of their lives to figure things out and no Dark Lord is going to stop them. At the same time, they decided to contact Sirius and Remus. They'll know what to do with Umbridge's tortures, and to ask if there's any treatment for the scar that the Blood Quill leaves behind.

For now, they're satisfied with each other's warmth. For now, they're alive and together. They have each other and that's enough.

[shadowyinternetbouquet]

[biwritesfics]

Constellations of Us

Part 1: The Big Bang

2K words

Part 2: Leo

Constellations of us 🛑 warnings 🛑 Death War Trauma Grief Toxic family AN: This was written while I was sleep deprived I apologize. 1,

AN: This is a very self-indulgent marauders fanfiction. It has many queer ships including eventual WolfStar x Female OC the others will be listed in the tags. I tried my best on the French I deeply apologize to everybody that actually knows the language.

Summary: Arabella Canis didn’t want to transfer to another school for her fifth year but after a certain incident her father will have nothing else. Ten lives are connected through love, hate, and war. A constellation of souls written in the sky. The question is, will they paint the heavens or go down in flames?

⚠️ warning minor mention of death and a crappy dad⚠️

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Cracking sounds filled the foyer as the house elves moved my luggage for school. I had only been in the new house a week. I hadn't seen Papa once, he was too busy with his new ambassador position. Seemingly so busy that he wasn't coming to say goodbye. My thoughts are interrupted by a loud bang. The sound of my father's assistant Tarte apparating.

“Your father sends his regards Miss Bella. I'm terribly sorry that he couldn't make it.” “Its alright Tarte,” I say trying to muster up a smile for the elderly house elf. He pulls a small box out of his red velvet suit jacket. Tarte always dressed sharply and colorfully. He wore a blue tie that matched his eyes. The ribbon on the box was the same color.

“Lord Canis had me buy this for you.” I take it having a fairly good idea of what it is in mind. I untie the ribbon in one smooth motion, and place it in my pocket. My focus moves to the little velvety box. It pops open with a crisp snap. A grin spreads across my face the moment I see the contents. It's an ornate little silver charm in the shape of a unicorn. I kneel down and embrace Tarte feeling tears thick in the back of my throat

“Thank you,” I whisper, pulling away from the hug. I look down to admire the charm. Suddenly my eyes snap up in recognition “You remembered my wand core,” my heart melts realizing the connection. Tarte nods his head blushing nearly the same shade as his suit. “I could never forget Madame Bella. I was present the day you received it.”

“If Papa forgets to pay you send an owl and i’ll send one to Gringotts. Papa transferred the family vault and my funds too.” I remind him sternly knowing he would never ask otherwise. He nods, “I best be off Madame, I wish you luck” With a jaunty little bow and a jarring sound he's gone.

“Madame It's just you and the cat now” Amie, my personal house elf says tugging on my sleeve. I look down startled “Oh my how did I let it get so late? Have Pluie grab Bonbon while I fasten this and we’ll be off” She scurries off to get Pluie while I fasten my charm to my bracelet. I have three others already. My first initial, a clementine, and the Eiffel tower.

Pluie comes down the stairs with Bonbon, my Persian cat. She's practically spilling out of the small elf’s arms. The feline leaps down and bounds over to me. I pick her up and bury my face in her fur. I'm sure she's covering my black robes in hair but I'm too content to mind. I would definitely miss the Beauxbatons uniforms, along with other things, but this was going to be just fine. Hogwarts was going to be just fine, I remind myself.

Amie smiles up at me offering her hand. I take it clutching Bonbon close to my chest. No matter how many times I rode along with the elves I could never quite prepare myself for the pulling and twisting sensation of apparating. After a few moments of the most genuinely disorienting experience,we’re standing on platform 9 ¾. There are only a few stragglers left saying their final goodbyes. “Be careful Ellas we need you back in one piece” Amie warns me as she hugs my leg. That was goodbye.

I make it onto the train just in time, I'm last to board. Once Amie is out of site I begin peeking into train cars but they're all full four to a bench. Well there's one with space but the students inside glare at me when they see my face in the window. Green ties, Slytherin. I'm about to give up hope when I find one that has a seat to the far left.

I move Bonbon to one arm and open the door. The occupants looked startled. “Pardon me, I'm sorry to bother you when you're already full but the only other car with an empty seat is filled with very unhappy Slytherins.” My accent is even thicker than usual because of my nerves. “Of course! Come on in we have an extra seat.” A redheaded girl waves me in.

I smile, finally relaxing a bit. The boy at the window seat slides over and closes his book. “You’re welcome to the seat but be warned the other two are whinging terribly because our dear friend is finally showing some independence,” he feigns disdain at the two dark-haired boys to his right. “It's not independence Moony, it's betrayal!” Exclaims a beautiful black-haired boy as he lays back dramatically on the more serious boy.

I giggle and sit down while the two boys bicker. “I'm Lily Evans” the redhead introduces herself.”I'm Arabella Canis I have more nicknames than I can keep up with so I respond to anything.” Lily laughs. “I'll introduce you to the guys,” she starts. “The boy currently fighting for his life is Remus Lupin and the drama queen torturing him is Sirius Black. The one that looks like someone kicked his Puppy is James Potter. The poor soul they're all fussing over is Peter Pettigrew. He's a sweetheart, he's just sitting with his girlfriend.”

“This is not a “just” situation Evans, my mate is slipping away!” the boy exclaims running his hands through his already wild curls. The model-like girl next to Lily rolls her eyes twirling her braids between her Fingers. “I'm Dorcus Meadows, the girl in the window seat beaming at you like a Maniac is Mary McDonald. We swear she's sweet, we just need to work on her socialization.” she jokes with a wicked twinkle in her eye. “Oh shush Dorie!” the girl says in a strong Yorkshire accent. “Did you come from Beauxbatons Arabella? I don’t recognize you, and your accent is lovely!”

“Thank you! I am, my father had to transfer for work so I did too.” “Ooh pretty and French Sirius doesn't stand a chance once he's done sulking. I'm Marlene Mckinnon, pleased to meet you” the sandy-haired girl greets me. Remus’s face twists into a vicious scowl but only for a moment, I almost think I imagine it. “Same to you but I'm sure I’ll scare him off quite easily.” I'm usually so much more reserved around strangers but their mirth is contagious.

“I am both offended and intrigued by this conversation ladies but I'm sad to announce I am celibate. no snogging, not even hand-holding. The female population of Hogwarts must carry on without me.” Sirius gave the speech like it was a eulogy. It was followed by multiple snorts and “Sirius are you joking?” “Nope it's real and I'm doing it,” Sirius states firmly.

Dorcus pulls a small box with an open slit on the top and a drawer on the front. “Alright, who's betting on when he caves? 1 galleon minimum. Everyone, even James who was sulking, began searching their pockets and scribbling on paper. “You write your bet on the paper and fold it and Sign your name on the front. Slide it in with your coin and when the bets over the drawer opens with the prize and the winning bet. It's some complicated charmwork Lily and Dorcus cooked up to stop cheating.” Mary explains kindly.

I pull out two galleons and a small piece of parchment, Mary loans me her quill to use and I give the boy two weeks since it seems everyone else has such little faith in him. It takes a bit of maneuvering to get everything together without disturbing Bonbon who was napping in the crook of my elbow. Remus is looking at me with an expression I can’t decipher, which is unusual I’m usually quite good at reading people.

The clink of the coins hitting the bottom of the box is satisfying. “ 10 galleons James you're nuttier than a pecan fudge,” Lily exclaims as she deposits her galleon along with a couple of sickles. “Evans I'm mad for you but otherwise very sane,” James says smirking. Lily blushes a shade that rivals her hair and gestures angrily in James’s direction while everyone else giggles.

Remus checks his watch “Lily we better go meet the other Prefects it's about time,” he remarks. “Oh! yes, just one moment.” Lily pulls her robes over her uniform revealing the shiny pin attached to the chest. Remus removes his badge from his pocket and pins it on his shirt. “See you all at the feast!” Lily calls out, exiting the compartment with Remus a bit behind her.

It's only a moment but Remus looks in my eyes and I feel a shiver go down my spine. Not the bad kind, the one you got when you're so excited you can't stay still. He waves goodbye to everyone but his eyes linger on Sirius in a familiar but peculiar way I can't quite place. When he closes the door I realize what must’ve been only a moment had felt like an hour. Everyone else seemed relatively open but despite running with the rest of the group Remus seemed like a lone wolf.

I've always had frustrations with people who are hard to read.. I have a selfish and unrealistic desire to know people’s souls inside and out. I guess it's because I'll tell anyone anything if they ask, but it would be rude if Iasked some of the questions I had. Like Where did you get your scars? Did someone hurt you? Why are you so good at masking your emotions? Do you dislike me or are you like this all the time?

I’m brought out from my internal monologue by someone’s voice. “Arabella, Bella, Chaton écoutez-moi” Sirius repeats. My head snaps up blushing. It wasn’t the romantic version but still a pet name. “Je m’excuse” I apologize. “It’s time to get off” Sirius informs me, gesturing toward the station. “Oh! thankyou,” I say embarrassed that he had to tell me.

“The girls and James are waiting in the carriage” Sirius states as I stand up with Bonbon in hand. I follow him to the exit, and he steps off the train before me. He offers his hand to steady me when I step down. I can't help the fuzzy feeling it gives me despite the fact that I'm sure it's an automatic reaction. Most likely from years of etiquette that pure-blood children go through.

“Oh!” I run ahead towards the carriage the others are in. The black-winged beasts drawing it receive my affection gladly nuzzling my shoulders. I look up, James, Marlene,and Mary look shocked but Sirius and Dorcus just look a bit sad. “Is something wrong,” I ask turning back to Sirius who seems very interested in his combat boots. “No it's just,” he pauses. “You can only see thestrals if you've seen someone die,” Dorcas finishes.

“Oh, I thought that was a myth,” I whisper. I give each of the thestrals a peck on the nose and hurry into the carriage. When I step up Sirius steadies me with a hand on the small of my back. It gives me butterflies.

Merlin! Why did he have to be so pretty? All of them were gorgeous and hilarious. I spend the rest of the ride in fits of laughter.

I'm happy to observe that just about everyone is physically affectionate. It was something I could get used to. It would be nice to hug people who are taller than the house elves. James already has his arm around my shoulder. He's warm, charming, and witty. just what I imagined a brother would be like.

Sirius was dramatic and flirtatious with a wicked attitude. Marlene was kind and had a dry sense of humor that was going to be the death of me. Dorcas was all sass and sarcasm but you could tell there was no real malice in her words. Mary made bad puns and looked at everyone with adoration in her eyes. I knew right then that I had to be in Gryffindor, I had to be with them.