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Falling For The Prince 

Fandom: Fourth Wing 

Pairing: Aaric Graycastle x Xaden’s Little Sister Reader 

Notes: This was edited with the free version of grammarly. Please be kind

Requested: This is my first official request, and I am so excited! I hope I do justice to it. 

  I wasn’t stupid, I knew Aaric Graycastle hated me, undoubtedly because I was a marked one. It may not make sense to me, to hate the child for the parent's sins, but it seemed a popular notion. So I did my best not to take it personally, that is until today. I knew the second I heard that I would be facing him in challenges that it wouldn’t be an easy fight. The look of pure hate in his eyes told me as much. Still, I never imagined it would end in me being unconscious with a fractured eye socket, broken ribs and a torn ACL. Laying in the infirmary afterwards, waiting for Nolan, I tried my best to figure out what the hell his problem was. 

  Aaric always fought hard, it was in his training, but he always stopped when someone tapped out. Today he didn’t, it was like his rage took total control and he wouldn’t stop until I was dead. The last thing I saw before passing out was Imogen and Rodic desperately trying to pull him off me. Taking advantage of the silence, I tried my best to focus on the why. Surely this couldn’t just be because I am a marked, not with that much anger behind him.  My silence was cut short by Scylla, my dragon making herself known. 

  “Your brother is here. Violet is being tortured. I have informed him of your condition, little one.” My dragon’s voice left little in the way of argument, but I still let out an annoyed huff. Xaden was about to become truly insufferable. Before I could muster a response to her, the door opened and Garrick came running in. 

  “He’s dealing with Violet, but I am under orders to get you the hell out.” My brother’s right-hand man didn’t waste any time in gently lifting me into his arms, turning on his heel, ignoring the protest of the healers, and walking out. “Who did it?” 

  “Aaric Grayscastle, it seems he hates us marked ones.” 

  “Xaden is going to kill him,” Garrick muttered, letting out a sigh. “It’s not because you are marked, it’s because Xaden killed his brother for what he did to you.” 

  “Now I’m confused, Xaden never killed anyone with the name Grayscastle that I recall.”  

  “That’s because it’s not his real name.” Garrick’s voice dropped to well below a whisper as he carried me to where our dragon stood waiting. “His real name is Cam Tauri.” All at once, everything made a grim kind of sense. I didn’t remember Cam very well, but I knew his brother a bit too well. Being Xaden’s little sister, as well as a marked one, had earned me the unwanted attention of his older brother. He made my life hell, but it wasn’t until the man had almost killed me, that Xaden snapped. With the fury of an overprotective brother, he killed the prince and grinned while doing it. I knew the official story wasn't the truth, that Xaden didn’t want the world to connect me at all to the bastard's death, but it seemed now like it may be a mistake.  

  “So he’s taking me away because of that?”  

  “No, he no longer trusts the school. Violet has been tortured for the past three days. He planned on forcing you out but when he got the word you had been sitting in the infirmary for three days waiting on Nolan, well it confirmed it all for him. So I am taking you home.” 

  “No, you are taking me to my brother. Violet…” 

  “You can see her when we get you home.” Garrick’s tone was harsh, his no-nonsense tone that told me I had no say but to listen to him. “You need Brennon.” He said softly, his eyes softening. “You have been waiting for three days for help. They wanted to use you as a cover for what is happening to Violet, they hoped you being hurt and left unattended would be enough to distract him when he got here.” 

    “He speaks the truth,” Sgayel said softly, her voice surprising me. So rarely did my brother’s dragon take advantage of the link between us, Scyall being her sister and all. 

  “I can hold on to her,” I whispered, even though I knew it was useless. I wouldn’t be riding my dragon back.  

   “I am well aware, you are riding with me.” As he approached Kokov, the dragon looked at me, blinking slowly. Suddenly I was in the air, being lifted by magic as Garrick got on before I placed gingerly in front of him.  

  “Let’s go.” I sighed, closing my eyes as I nestled into Garrick. 

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   It had been two weeks since everything went down, since my brother and Violet brought half the war college to our home. During that time I was trying to track Aaric, or rather Cam but he seemed to be good at avoiding me. I was about to give up when I found him in the library, head bent over a book. 

  “I remember you. I don't remember most of that time, to be fair I blocked it out. But I remember you. You were kind, you told me you were sorry for my father's death. You said I shouldn't have to pay for his sins, that you didn't agree with what was happening.” He started to speak, his brows pinched but I continued, not giving him a chance to cut me off. “I can understand hating my brother but to stoop so low as to hate me when I haven't done anything to you. I thought you were better, but you are just like your brothers.” With that, I turned on my heel, leaving him to Jessica giggling in my wake. The girl was my friend, had been since diapers but I couldn't deny she had formed a fast friendship with the man. 

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   “She's right you know, when it comes to her you are no better than your brothers.” Jessica said as she sat down, long brown waves falling around her shoulders, an amused look on her face. Aaric sent her a glare, even if he couldn't deny the fact. 

   “You have, from the moment I met you, told me how you hated the fact people hate my family because of what our relatives did. You told me you hated that I was being punished for my brother's choices. Yet you do it to her. You almost killed the poor girl because she's Xaden's sister.” 

  “He killed my brother!” 

  “But she didn't! She tried to stop him and besides she doesn't hate you for what your brother did to her.” 

  “What the hell are you on about?” Jessica hesitates for a moment before sighing. 

  “Your brother attacked her. Tried to kill her because of what her father did. Xaden didn't want anyone to know for fear of what they would do to her.” Aaric stayed quiet, his eyes on her before sighing. 

  “I didn't know that.” 

  “We aren't meant to speak about it. He will have my hide for telling you about that. Now go apologize to her and show her the man I befriended.” She smiled at him, patting his shoulder. He scowled but stood, having seen just what happens if he didn't listen to her. 

  Thankfully Y/n was easy to fine, she was out with the dragons, Scyraa giving him a glare as he slowly approached. Y/ turns to him, raising a brow. 

  “You are right. I haven't been fair to you. I am.. better than my brothers. I hope to prove that. I didn't realize that my brother…” 

  “Xaden covered it up and ill have you keep that between us. He will be furious.” Y/n says slowly. 

  “Listen about that challenge..” 

  “I won't forgive you if that is what you want. You will have to prove it to me. Show me that you aren't the man you acted like. If you do that then we can talk.” Her dragon lowed her head, blue scales glittering in the light, her eyes narrowing in distaste.  

  “I look forward to it.” He muttered, watching as she mounted, her eyes locked on him. Scylla let out a huff of smoke, the heat washing over him, a warning in and of itself. As he watched her fly away, he found himself hoping she gave him a chance. And that it self made him wonder if maybe he had officially spent too much time with Violet. 

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The Cold Sun and The Dark Moon- Chapter One

A guard, a fae warrior, and a prince walk into a meeting...

Sixty years after the war, Fenrys moonbeam still traveled the world as Terrasen’s ambassador, working through his demons as he works to keep the world together.

Sixty years since things changed for the better, and worse for some. Enedina Kane has always thought her only choice was to run, but suddenly she realizes she can’t run forever.

quick note: I typed this whole story and then the app glitched and I lost all of my work :( but I loved this idea so I rewrote it all over again, hope you enjoy. Part two will be posted tomorrow! If you would like to be apart of a tag list so that you can be reminded every time I post a new part to this story let me know. Please enjoy! :)

Warnings: some light swearing (twice I believe)

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Another meeting, another alliance opportunity, another day in his new life. Fenrys Moonbeam accepted the role as the Queen of Terrasen’s ambassador about fifty years ago, ten years after the war had passed and he had come, somewhat, to peace with his past horrors. He loves his job. He got to travel the world, meet new people, and still got to go home and be at peace. He knew if he ever needed a break Aelin would gladly give it to him. But once he started the job, he didn’t think he would ever want to stop.

Today he found himself in Melisande, a kingdom that had kept to itself during the war, if you could even call it that. The kingdom kept quiet through the years and no one seemed to know much about it, though Yerne and Aelin both had been there before, neither truly knew much about it.

That’s why he was here, to make connections with a forgotten kingdom. To make new ties with Terrasen.

He had traveled many days to reach the kingdom, on the way visiting some old friends including Dorian, Choal, and Yerne, who were all growing old. The Westfall’s children had greeted him at the gate, smiling and talking his ear off, filling him in on what had happened since his last visit. He talked with the King and his wife Mannon, both still looked the same. Whatever bit of fae blood Dorian had kept him young, and by some miracle, Choal and Yerne had not aged a day. He guessed it had something to do with the healers powers, or maybe the long gone Gods had smiled down upon the couple when Yerne had defected Erawan.

He knew Aelin was more than thrilled to hear about her friends slow to no aging, he still remembers the tears that welled up in her eyes when he told her twenty or so years ago.

After the war everything went into high speed yet seemed to go ever so slowly at the same time. There was no impending doom, just rebuilding, crowning, and weddings. So. Many. Weddings.

First Rowan and Aelin has an official ceremony, then Elide and Lorcan, then Lysandra and Aedion. Then ten years ago Mannon and Dorian finally tied the knot.

He was happy for his friends, they often asked him if he felt lonely not having a significant other, but then he always joked that Vaughn was still single too.

Vaughn has turned up at the palace one winter day. He waltzed right in and claimed he was done freezing his ass off and asked for a room.

Of course everyone was in the middle of dinner and was wondering how in the hell he had gotten in, but it wouldn’t be Vaughn’s return if it wasn’t dramatic.

That had been six years after the war.

It still felt like it was yesterday the war ended.

He sighed and looked at the clock on the wall of his chambers. He had been given quite a nice room the moment he got here and hadn’t spoken to anyone except a few servants in two days. He arrived early in hopes of learning more about the mysterious country but had not seen anything but the stone chamber that had been decorated quite loveily he must say.

A knock sounded at the door before it swung open to reveal three guards all dressed in light blue and navy with yellow accents, the colors of their kingdom. Two males with masks that covered all but their eyes flanked a tall woman who’s light colored hair was braided over her shoulder, and a wore no mask. She had kind eyes and a small smile, red tinted her pale face, and freckles adorned her nose.

“Fenrys Moonbeam?” His name rolled off of her tongue, a slight accent making it come off even smoother.

He nodded his head, standing from the chair by the window which he found himself at most hours of the days he had been here. “Yes, that’s me.”

She turned towards the door and nodded her head, “Come with me then.” And began walking before Fenrys could ask any questions. He followed her, eventually keeping pace next to her while the two guards followed behind. He couldn’t help but catch a whiff of her scent, and he wish he hadn’t. Not that she smelt bad...it was that she smelt so good. Her scent was intoxicating.

“Are we going to the meeting?” He only received a nod as she continued walking. “Is there a reason I’ve been confined to my rooms?” Annoyance flooded his tone without him meaning too. Her scent still invading his nostrils, making it hard to think straight.

She cut him a glance, “You were told you could venture throughout the city, no?” He shook his head in response. Her eyebrows furrowed and she stopped walking for a moment and turned to the guards behind her and said something, in what he guessed was the native tongue of the area, quickly and curtly, before continuing walking.

“May I inquire what you said?”

She smirked at him a bit before smoothening her features back into a face of calm and discipline. “That they have disappointed me in being rude to our first guest from Terrasen.”

He wanted to ask about the language but something she said caught his ear. “First of Terrasen? Have other counties been here since the war?”

“You may discuss that with the King.” She moves a bit closer to him before quietly adding, “Fenharrow, Red Dessert, and the Southern Continent.”

He nodded gratefully at the information, glad to know something of the strange kingdom before going into the meeting.

She leads him to the end of a hallway made up of windows, overlooking the Oakwald forest and a river rolling through the heart of the city, that he still had no name for.

“Isn’t it beautiful.” He was shaken from his gaze at the lands to see the woman standing next to him looking too, adoration swimming in her bright blue eyes. Her scent becoming stronger at the close proximity.

“It is... is this your homeland?” His gaze still resting upon her.

Something in her eyes turned hard as she frowned and she looked away from the view and became very interested in the doors, “No.” Before he could inquire any further, she walked to the doors and opened them, revealing a long table with many seats, a few had already been claimed. Empty plates sat in front of each seat along with silverware and a tall glass.

The woman held the door open for the two guards and himself, and as he passed he looked at her again to be met with the face he saw when she entered his room. Calm, disciplined, a small smile and calm eyes. It should have been comforting, but something about the gaze made him feel more uneasy about the strange kingdom.

“What is your name?” Slipped through his lips before he could even process the thought.

She blinked and the mask dropped for a moment revealing a look he could not tell what it meant, before the composed look was back and she answered, “Enedina” before walking into the room, not seeming to care if the door smacked him.

She walked beside a young man who looked to be young, but his slightly pointed ears gave Fenrys the feeling he was at least a hundred years old. A Demi fae prince? How had this kingdom survived the wrath of Adarlan’s old king?

The male looked away from another demi fae, who looked older and was wearing a crown upon his head, the king then, to turn his attention to Enedina. He smiled and pulled her in for a hug, she laughed at something whispered in her ear and he laughed when she returned the favor. When they pulled apart, the man he guessed to be the king pulled her in for a quick hug before nodding and walking over to a group of human men standing on the other side of the room.

Fenrys couldn’t help but stare at Enedina and the male as she suddenly came alive, seeming to tell him a story, her face alive and joyous, hands moving tell the story with her, the male laughing and mock frowning at various parts.

He sat down at the table in a random seat, tearing his gaze away. He didn’t understand why he felt a twinge of jealousy, he barely knew her...and yet he could still smell her intoxicating sent from all the way across the room.

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She couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across her face as she told Ellery of her adventure to the Red Dessert, she has been sent there for a mission and it had gone amazing, as usual.

She had missed her friend very very much and had been worried sick about him while she was gone.

When she finished with her story, Ellery glanced somewhere behind her before signing to her, “What a pretty male.”

She rolled her eyes before saying, “He doesn’t know our ‘language’” she air quoted language, “you can speak, no need for silent conversation.”

Ellery rolled his eyes before signing back, “He may not know it but others in this room do, no one but you and I know our broken made up sign language.”

She huffed out a laugh before looking at the male, sitting by himself at the table, glancing around the room, and turned her gaze back to her friend and signing, “He’s nervous you know. He probably thinks we will kill him.”

“I’ve heard his form is a wolf” She quirked up an eyebrow. “I’ve heard roasted potatoes and wolf are quite delicious.”

A laugh tumbled out of her as she smacked his hand, his laugh following. She was aware of the looks she received, knowing only one would be confused.

“I think he fancies you” Ellery signed, smirking that Gods awful smirk of his. She knew he was up to no good.

“You’re an idiot, go find your seat, the meeting starts soon” She said aloud in common tongue. Ellery boomed out another laugh before going and sitting beside the head of the table.

She took her position by the door and was well aware of the fae male’s gaze upon her, but she chose to ignore it and opted to watch the guests filter in, saying hello and hugging a few. Once all the seats were filled the king nodded to her and she ushered the other guards and servants out before closing the door and going to stand in the corner of the room.

“Let the meeting begin.” The King announced, voice easily filling the large room, in the countries fabricated ‘language’.

She cleared her throat, bringing the King’s attention to her, “Yes Enedina?”

“Our guest does not speak our tongue sir.” She reminded him politely.

“Ah yes, our guest.” The King nodded and turned his attention to the warrior ambassador of Terrasen. “Let’s begin.”

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Hope you enjoyed chapter one, let me know what you think! Part two will be up tomorrow!!

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Welcome

If you have stumbled across this new blog then welcome. This is a post kind of testing the waters a little - because idiot of a blog owner decided that this would be a good idea when they had like no time for it. Anyway, over the next few weeks or so I’m going to try getting this blog running slightly, finding faceclaims and things, before actually posting any writing (and even then we’ll see how this goes, might move the writing elsewhere at some point).

But, the important bit, books I will be writing imagines for are:

The Harry Potter series (focus on characters not in the films - so The Marauders, secondary characters and next generation) by J.K. Rowling.

The Maze Runner series, including the prequels, by James Dashner.

The Larten Crepsley Saga by Darren Shan.

A Darker Shade of Magic trilogy by V.E. Schwab.

Six of Crows books by Leigh Bardugo.

Lockwood and Co. books by Jonathan Stroud.

The Enemy series by Charlie Higgson.

The Mortality Doctrine by James Dashner.

Young Sherlock Holmes books by Andrew Lane.

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Request!

Okay, so I don’t have an imagine or anything like that to start this blog out. So I’m just going to post this. I literally do any fandom.

Except for Kpop

If you want my kpop writing visit my other blog xobtso

I will do:

YouTube

Bands

Movie Characters

Show Characters

Anime Characters

Book Characters

Reactions

Moodboards

Imagines

Smut

Fluff

Angst

So as you can see, I pretty much do any fandom. Request please! I’m doing all for a while. If I do not know the person you are requesting I will either 1. Tell you I don’t know who it is and not write about that specific person. Or 2. Look up this person you requested and try to find interest in it.

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Ponyboy Blurb #1

Word Count: 324

We laid on the bed together as he ran his fingers through my hair, sitting in silence for what felt like hours. I had a million thoughts racing through my head and when I turned to face Pony only one thing came to mind. The two of us stared into each other's eyes and I couldn’t help myself much longer. I made the first move and leaned in, pressing my lips against his, it was the best feeling in the world. A rush of adrenaline went through my body as Pony pulled me on top of him, slipping his hand up my thigh and under my dress. What am I doing? This needs to stop.  “STOP,” I yelled a little too loudly as I pushed myself off the bed. “What doll,” Pone asked sitting up “did I do something wrong?”   “I-I'm sorry,” I whispered. “Don’t you dare apologize,” Pony stood up off the bed and moved closer to my noticeably shaking body. “I can't Pony, I can’t do that. Not yet.” “Baby, it's alright. I'm not in a rush, just lay with me. I promise nothing you don't want.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug. I nodded slowly against his chest as we moved closer to the bed. He sat on the old mattress and patted the bed softly, I smirked at the boy and wondered how I got so lucky. To be with a Curtis boy was a dream for a greaser girl and my dream had come true. Time slipped by and soon we had both fallen asleep without realizing it. That's where Darry found us two hours later, asleep. He woke us up as gently as he could for dinner, making no comment other than “you two are on dish duty.” Ponyboy stared at me smiling, “what?” I questioned starting to feel uncomfortable. “I love you, darling.” “I love you too Ponyboy Michael Curtis.”

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couldn't - a hp fandom imagine (not requested)

a/n: hi. so this is something i came up with while watching the gof, and sorry, but the requests will be soon here :) i hope you like this, the ending is weird :D idk enjoy

she ran through the huge crowd of moving people as fast her legs could carry her. many of the wizards and witches were apparating out of the chaotic place, but y/n had lost her parents in the huge crowd of yelling people so, she had lost her chance to get out of the place.

there were tents set on fire, witches and wizards injured, their bags lost, families separated and most of them yelling and running frantically. men in black drapes were chanting words and walking in groups from many directions. she knew who they were.

y/n was scared for her life. many questions were running through her mind.

“what if i don’t find my parents?”

“what if i can’t get out of here?”

“what if i get injured?

“what if they hurt me?”

“what if they capture me?”

“what if die here?”

“what if i never make it out of here?”

“what if-“

her panicking thoughts were silenced as she got forcefully pushed down on the ground by people running by. y/n hit her hand pretty hard and her cheek hit the ground just as hard and she groaned. the girl slowly raised back up to a sitting position and put her palm on the hurting cheek, her eyes squinting in slight pain. she was feeling slightly dizzy and some things in her sight were doubling, including a figure laying on the ground not far from herself.

were they hurt? were they… dead? y/n hurried over to the person on her hands and knees to make sure they were alright. they were a boy, looked around the girl’s own age, had glasses on and dark hair which was semi-long. his eyes were closed. was he dead? no, his chest was moving up and down, signalling that he was breathing. was he asleep? sure, people just fall asleep on the ground, y/n, yes. probably somebody pushed him down and he lost consciousness.

there weren’t any people around y/n and the unconscious boy, so maybe it was finally safe for her to find her parents. but she needed to help this boy, someone could find him and maybe he would get in trouble or injured or-

he was starting to move, perhaps even waking up again. yes, he was. his eyelids opened slowly, with many blinks before and his stare moved around him frantically. the boy jumped up in a sitting position when he noticed y/n sitting next to him.

his face showed a scared expression. “who are you?” he spoke to the girl.

“uh… i’m y/n, i guess?” she replied. her eyebrows knotted in confusion and she let out a breathy chuckle. “are you okay? you seemed to be out of consciousness.”

“w-well,” the boy stood up and then extended his arm to help y/n get up, too. she did and kind of waited for the boy to continue. he winced, “my head hurts a bit, but i’m fine.”

“that’s good, i guess. um, are you-“

y/n would continue, but both she and the boy who’s name she still didn’t know heard quite a loud scream. their first instinct was to get to the ground and they did, so no one could see them, if anything.

there was a man, afar from y/n and the boy, and he was just walking around the place, kicking a few things around. but then, he stopped, raised his wand and casted out a spell, which sent a greenish-greyish light out above him and something started to appear in the clouds. it was a human skull? with a snake slithering around it.

y/n heard the boy gasp and looked over at him to see him wincing with his hand attached to his forehead. “are you in pain?” y/n whispered in nervousness. what was going here? and who was he?

“harry!” the two teens heard a shout coming from somewhere not very far from them. it was a female voice. their age. y/n knew this voice very well, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

“harry!” the female voice was followed by a male voice and it was closer than the female. was the boy next to me named harry? or was the man before them named harry?

before y/n could blink, a ginger boy and her friend from school were in front of her and the mystery boy. “harry!” the ginger said.

“where were you?” hermione asked.

“we’ve looked all over this place for you!” the ginger boy exclaimed.

“y/n! what are you doing here?” hermione then asked, hugging her friend. y/n hugged back and smiled. she had way too much to say and ask to speak then, so she kept quiet.

suddenly, adults were yelling and spells were coming in the four students’ direction and they all fell to the ground. hermione and y/n screamed in surprise a few times before they heard an older male’s voice yelling:

“wait! that’s my son! that’s my son!”

the spell hurricane stopped and a ginger-haired man ran up to the four teenagers. “harry, ron, hermione! are you all alright?” he asked. the three nodded, leaving y/n just astounded and scared and with a priceless facial expression. “who are you?” he looked at y/n.

maybe she would say something, but a man rushed into their small circle and disrupted anything that could’ve happened. “which one of you is responsible for the crime?” he pointed his wand at the kids in order. y/n furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head.

“they’re kids!” the ginger-haired man exclaimed at the accusing guy.

“crime? what crime?” the boy with glasses and y/n asked at the same time. hermione turned them both around and pointed at the skull and snake in the sky.

“that’s the crime crouch is talking about.” the girl said. “it’s a mark, it’s his mark, harry.”

so the boy with glasses and hurting forehead was named harry. harry who? oh my god, he couldn’t be that harry.

“are you harry potter?” y/n turned to him. he nodded. harry was the boy who y/n’s friend draco malfoy was picking on from time to time. “uh, i-it’s nice to meet you, i suppose. is your forehead still hurting?” she spoke before stretching her arm out to shake harry’s.

“not as much as before, still hurts a bit, but thanks for asking.” the boy said while gladly shaking y/n’s hand. “it’s nice to meet you, too.”

“i’m sorry if me asking many questions annoyed you,” y/n said, “and i couldn’t just leave you here all alone.”

“no, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” harry assured.

“okay, kids, as much as i’d like to get to know this young lady, we have to go.” the ginger haired man said to them all before harry shouted something y/n couldn’t correctly hear to the ‘crouch’ guy that was walking away with his group. the man stopped and looked at harry, but then carried on walking while giving orders to his men. “a man?”

“who was he?” ron, y/n supposed, asked.

“i-i didn’t see his face.”

before y/n could make out what they were talking about, the man with ginger hair put his hand on her shoulder. “do you know where to go? were you with your parents?” he asked her.

“i… don’t really know where to go, but i have to find my parents so i can get out of here.” y/n was able to say. “i lost them just as the chaos began, i didn’t see them anywhere.”

“alright, don’t worry, we’ll find them.” he assured. “we’ll go to the place where everyone has come together and you’ll probably find your parents there.”

“okay.” y/n replied.

the man turned around and started walking back from where he came from with the four teenagers soon following. the boy with quite long, ginger hair, ron, appeared to be walking next to y/n, she didn’t really mind. “you’re hermione’s friend, right? from slytherin house?” he asked y/n.

“correct.” she replied. “you’re ron? ron weasley?”

the boy nodded. “what brings you to the quidditch championship?”

“uh…” y/n tried to recall, “well, my da-“

hermione butted into the conversation. “y/n, why didn’t you tell me you were coming here?”

“uh… i didn’t really know i would be here, my parents told me last minute that they’re taking me with them.” she told hermione and then turned to ron. “my dad’s a big fan of viktor krum, so that’s why i’m here.”

“yes, krum is the best.” ron smiled very slightly. “do you like him, too?”

“sorry, i don’t know much about quidditch champions, so i can’t really say.” y/n admitted.

“but you’re on the slytherin quidditch team, y/n.” hermione said as she came to walk by y/n’s other side. “how could you not know?”

“hermione, we both know that’s your part in our friendship to know everything about everything, not me.”

y/n’s friend laughed. “i suppose.”

“but you could have told me you were coming to this game.” y/n spoke.

“i didn’t know either, ron’s father sent me a letter last minute, so i got to their house as quick as i could.”

“oh.” was all y/n said.

“you’re on the slytherin quidditch team?” ron asked. “i hear they have a quite good seeker.”

“that’s my part in the team.”

“wicked.” ron mused. “only now i don’t know who to stand up for at the games, if gryffindor and slytherin play against each other. with harry being our seeker and all.”

“why is that? you don’t have to… cheer for me.” y/n chuckled.

“but since you’re hermione’s friend,” ron said, “i might need to.”

“ron.” hermione scolded. y/n and her exchanged places so hermione and ron could argue about the fact that not all her friends need to become ron’s friends suddenly. y/n only snickered at them, it was a ridiculous topic to argue about to her mind.

as they kept on walking and ron and hermione talking, y/n saw two adult figures running from somewhere, towards the group of five. y/n watched them as she took each step and recognised them as her parents. they were alive! y/n smiled and started running towards them. once they reunited, they both hugged y/n close to them, saying things like ‘thank god you’re here’, ‘we thought we’d lost you’. y/n was just as glad to see them.

after the ‘catching up’ was done and y/n and her parents were about to get out of the place, harry potter came up to the girl. “are you going to be alright?” he asked with a polite smile.

“yes, thank you.” y/n replied. “it was nice meeting you. even in this crazy situation.” she said and harry nodded.

“you too.” he said.

“see you at school.” y/n spoke to him just before touching the portkey of her parents and disappearing in a ’swoosh’.

[trulivin]

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