#chloe travers

[hernymills]

hc: Joan tried to tutor Chloe in one of her classes, after it was no longer a dr/patient relationship. It was a gen ed that Joan had enjoyed in undergrad so she was kind of enthusiastic. Chloe's migraine lasted for two full days.

[cookieboots]

in this house we love and respect Rowan Khanna

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just a sketch rn but an update on what Chloe looks like a couple years after the Battle of Hogwarts. it’s kinda hard to translate their fake eye on paper but if i ever clean this up in Sai itll be easier to see

they have a scar running down their right forehead to cheek that took out the eye, plus a smaller one on the side of their nose (kinda the same as their kneazle Leto funny enough). After getting past the hatred for both themself and their father Chloe stops dying their hair white and lets it grow out to be the natural black, parallel to Jacob.

full outfit to come once I get the motivation! im also working on a story that will shine more light on how Chloe ended up like this

[thecursedvaultchild]

The Aftermath

What happens after the Battle of Hogwarts.

Timmy's Last, A Promise (by @hogwartsmysterystory ), and Talbott's Revenge all occur before this. Your Father's Eyes Part 3 (also by @hogwartsmysterystory ) is after this.

MCs in here are Lau King @slytherin-puffskein , Lith Thorne @slytherinliththorne , Jason Novak @death-or-sleep , Chloe Travers, Kaina Malin @zuulosdovah , Skylar Morningstar @angrynar , Ethren Whitecross @hogwartsmysterystory

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She was exhausted. It ran through her tongue through her arms through her legs. It was like having the Jelly-Legs Curse cast through her whole being. Or maybe someone had Vanished all her bones. Her body was battered and bruised, she was probably bleeding somewhere. Her clothes were so torn up it looked like she had just fought death. The thought made her set her jaw grimly. She had fought death. And Death Eaters.

The Auror dragged herself through the castle. They had won, thank Merlin for Harry Potter, but here was the aftermath. Blood stained across the stone floor, wailing echoed through the halls, bodies were strewn about. So many of them were children. Her heart ached at the sight. She knew there'd be those that died. She pitied them. And in a way, envied them. Dying is easy, living is harder. She knew it all too well.

Familiar faces passed her sight. Liz Tuttle helping the centaurs find their wounded, face streaked with tears. Barnaby Lee helping Lau King to the Great Hall. She swore she'd kill those that had hurt him one day. Lith Thorne stood to the side, more silent than she'd ever been at school. She swore she'd make her laugh again one day. Jason Novak with his glasses shattered, helping carrying a body. She swore she'd get him to tease her about her fashion sense one day. Chloe Travers, blood stained across her hands as she ripped masks off corpses. She swore they'd drink and share secrets late into the night again one day. Anyone who claimed Slytherins were cowards didn't know what it was like to look at an approaching danger that might have family amongst the enemy and decide whether to fight them or choose to live another day and help others.

She also saw others from different Houses. Some she hadn't seen in years. A group of redheads gathered around a stretcher. She'd leave the Weasleys alone in their grief for now. A blonde woman passing out potions with a wavering smile. She'd hug Penny soon. Twins, one with short hair and one with long hair, were comforting shocked students. She'd speak to the Khanna twins later.

Talbott. Where was Talbott? She hadn't seen him since he went after… She clutched her side tighter, fingers curling into the cloth. She hoped he was alive. Oh mercy, she hoped with all her heart he was alive and she wasn't yet again left all alone in this dreary world.

With no direction to go back in the mass of destruction, she wandered into the courtyard. Her blood still ran cold remembering how just hours ago Voldemort had stood there across the way, claiming victory and killing Harry Potter himself. Now there was no definite line as dead and living on both sides were mingled without. One group in particular vaguely caught her eye. A solemn man black-haired with white streaks, a short blonde fidgeting with her wand, a woman with a long and wild mane cradling a man with caramel hair...

"ETHREN!" She knelt beside him, gripping his shoulder and shaking him. "Merlin no… he can't be dead. He can't be!"

The blonde woman, Kaina, was it? Right, his fellow Gryffindor. They were friends and in the Order together but it'd been so long, she'd nearly forgotten. The healer looked on helplessly. She must have tried everything she could… but no one can stop death. Not even Skylar could, with his connection to the dead. She could only see the grief in his eyes but otherwise he was stock still.

She looked up at the sobbing, wild witch. She grabbed her robes and shoved her wand in her face. "Did you do this, Snyde? Did you kill him?! Answer me, you witch!"

The Death Eater struggled only a little. "NO! I DIDN'T! Why would I kill him, Charn?! I was trying to save him… and then the idiot saved me…" Tears streaked across her pale face. Summer let go, sitting back on her feet. He was gone…

"Merula. What happened?"

The other woman collapsed into her arms, shoulders heaving, grip tight. It was just like the time after the Cursed Portrait Vault and the tough Slytherin had woken her up with her sobbing. Summer held her. She listened as she heard everything that happened. From the night she had visited Ethren to the battle just fought to the—

"Charn! I have a child! Please… my son… Our son. They'll throw me into Azkaban and, and…" The broken witch hissed to the other one who was just as shattered.

She simply rubbed her back soothingly, ignoring the pain and anger bubbling within her.

Skylar's gaze narrowed. "The Aurors won't get to you, Snyde. I'll hide you."

"They already have."

They looked up to see Talbott, dried blood streaking down his face. His eyes were dark. "Charn already has you." 

Summer felt the guilt that only Talbott could make her feel  She should've been doing her job as an Auror hunting down Death Eaters after the battle. 

"There won't be anymore bloodshed tonight. But you will be going to Azkaban, Snyde." He glared at Skylar. "And nothing will change that."

Merula looked defeated. "I give myself up." Her voice was flat and dull. She let go of Summer as if she hadn't been clinging onto her former rival for comfort and gently brushed Ethren's hair out of his face.

Swallowing back more tears, Summer reached up for her husband's hand and took it. His grip was tight and almost bone-breaking. She didn't know what it meant and she's not sure she wanted to know. But he's alive. And that's all that matters. She pressed her lips firmly against his calloused palm, closing the promise he gave her. He slowly closed his fingers back around hers once she removed her head. His hand was shaking. He too stared at his decreased friend. Ethren had broken his curse… only to die saving his lover.

They stayed there for a long few moments. She had lost so much. It didn't seem… well, it didn't seem fair she had to lose this idiot too. But fair or not, he was dead. 

And after standing there for a while, Talbott pulled her up to her feet and she numbly obeyed, leaning against him. "I'm came back, like I promised you." His breath was hot in her ear. "Now we have work to do. We can succumb to grief later, when Death Eaters and werewolves aren't on the loose, still terrorizing innocents. I'll take Snyde to the Astronomy Tower. You do what you can."

She looked at him, searching his tired gaze. Her thumb rubbed against the blood on his cheek, getting it off. And she kissed him. Fierce and hard with so much unsaid in it. But Talbott and her always had that knowing of what was left unsaid. He pulled her close to him.

It was all too short and he was letting her go, gently pushing her aside and yanking Snyde to her feet. He had no sympathy for Death Eaters.

"Let's go, Snyde."

She offered no protest and let the justice-driven Auror lead her away.

A child… She had whispered, voice desperate. Her rambling was so fast and low-spoken, Summer wasn't sure anyone else had heard. Her child. His child. She looked down at her close friend. His teal eyes were still open. She hoped the child had his father's eyes.

And she got up and left the courtyard. Leaving Ethren Whitecross behind. Skylar followed, slipping his arm around her shoulders. 

Her gaze once more swept the destruction. The battle had been won. Voldemort was dead. But the wounds it left would take a long time—and more than a few bottles of firewhiskey—to heal.

Fin.

[cookieboots]

some doodles of Choe and her kneazle Leto (he also responds to “honeybaby”)

lesson learned, i gotta practice drawing cats more

[thecursedvaultchild]

Deadly Blood

Just accept this tiny snippet writing of strawberry child Lau @slytherin-puffskein (mentioned is @cookieboots )

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It was a good day.

He really, really meant it. All of Slytherin were in the common room, celebrating their victory over Gryffindor for the Quidditch House Cup! His first year as captain and he had led his House to glory! And chocolate. Snape himself had given him what could almost pass for a smile.

Everyone kept stopping by to congratulate him, slapping him on the back. It was honestly starting to leave a bigger bruise than that stupid Bludger that hit him in the gut mid-game. But he could hardly feel the pain from the thrill of triumph, the warm butterbeer in his hands, and the happy chatter of his Housemates around him.

The night was winding down and Summer had ordered all the younger kids to head to bed. It was mostly just sixth and seventh years left, lounging about. Lau sat next to Barnaby, feeling the nearly radiate off him. It was nice.

It was just so great to look around the room and feel the wanting of his presence around him.

It hadn't been too long ago that he'd been a little first year, somewhat an outcast for being a Muggle-Born. Things had changed—for the better—since then.

He paused, slowly bringing the mug of foaming butterbeer down from his lips. He was a Muggle-Born. So many of his fellow Slytherins were pure or half-bloods. Nothing too odd about that. But a cold weight settled his stomach as he looked around the cheerful faces around him.

How many of his friends were related to Death Eaters?

Chloe Travers leaned against a wall in the corner, picking at a chicken bone. Her father was a Death Eater. Sitting lazily on the floor, Merula Snyde chatted on with a few others. Both her parents were Death Eaters, currently in Azkaban. Ismelda Murk lurked beside Merula. He didn't know her family history too well, but based off how... frightenly eager she was about Dark magic and torture, as well as preaching pureblood supremacy, he wouldn't be surprised to hear someone close in her family was one.

His gaze drifted over to the sofa where two of his Quidditch players were cuddling. Garrett Avery, both his father and brother were Death Eaters. His father had even gone to school at the same time as Voldemort. He made a joke and flexed his arm, making Summer Charn laugh. Her uncle from the Selwyns had been a Death Eater and died in Azkaban. According to her, his son (her cousin), would sign up to be one in a heartbeat.

And Barnaby. Barnaby Lee... his parents personally knew Voldemort. A shiver ran down his back as he recalled Barnaby lamenting the fact Voldemort had drowned their family Kneazle.

Looking around this room, you wouldn't think all these people had relations to Death Eaters. People who wanted Muggles and Muggle-Borns like him oppressed or killed. Exterminated like weeds choking up their precious magical blood. Murk and Snyde, he didn't fully trust. But his friends and so many other Slytherins... They all had deadly blood. If Voldemort came back, would they help their friend or turn their backs on him, following their families and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself?

Laurent King, Slytherin Muggle-Born, was left to mull over these thoughts as those he called his friends laughed and celebrated the night away.

Fin.

[cookieboots]

so i have some thoughts 💭

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some initial sketches of my MC Chloe Travers, a border collie animagus with dreams of being the best damn curse-breaker the wizarding world has ever seen

also! two crimes have been committed against Charlie: 1.) why the fuck can’t you date this cutiepie 2.) give him the long hair he deserves!!

i’ll probably clean these up later