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Writing a various Yandere Hogwarts x reader fic and thinking about soft launching Severus x lupin. Hmmm… decisions, decisions……….
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Writing a various Yandere Hogwarts x reader fic and thinking about soft launching Severus x lupin. Hmmm… decisions, decisions……….
come back homeee,,,, the kids miss you !!!! 😇🥺🧑🧑🧒🧒 ANYWAYS.... js very very very curious about the transfer student from ilvermorny mentioned in lavender's tweet 🙊 can we perhaps get a hint.... ? 🌝 TYSMM
EEE HI BBY !! Yesyes dw I will be delivering with a new chapter soon 👀👀
oh and babes like quick question, because I was lowkerkenuinely scrap the transfer student thing !! Cuz like there’s alr a lot of love interests but what worries me is if I add this oc, some ppl might not like it cuz yk it’s a HP fanfic !! not an oc as a love interest type of thing..? 😖😖 but if you guys genuinely don’t mind it and might want to have this!! Pls do tell me!! 🙏
OH AND BIG BIG question, cuz this characters fate really depends on it!!! Are you guys just okay with him being separated onto this smau, like he only applies in this au, not in the actual book.. because if I do.. cough cough he won’t get a happy ending.. cough cough… OR do you guys just want him scraped off??
transfer student oc??
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NO lazerbeam that ho OUT 🤬🤬
You’re alright | Fred weasley x reader
Pairings: Fred weasley x animagus!reader
Summary: After getting attacked by a death eater, you rush heavily injured to the only place your subconsciousnes trusts: The weasley burrow.
Warnings: description of Blood, Injury, Angst/comfort, Reader is a bird animagus,
Word count: idk
pomegranates and green apple (D.M)
Is it weird? That the moment draco smelled pomegranates during potions class, the first person he thought of was you
GENRE: fluff
PAIRING: draco malfoy x non slytherin reader
Draco malfoy had what he considered quote un quote "superior taste"
From his very own hogwarts house (slytherin, the best house ofcourse) to the people whose company he often found himself in (a small but close knitted group who knew eachother since birth) to the quidditch team he supported (falmouth falcons, need i explain?) to the food he liked (apples, specifically green) even to the scents he approved of (peppermint, his hair gel also admittedly smelled lovely!)
So when he was paired up with you, a fellow classmate from a different house, it was an understatement to say that he was utterly and beyond mortified
You were the complete opposite of him and all his so called standards in every single sense, it was remarkable how strikingly different the two of you were even by a distance
From the colour of your tie which contrasted with his green and silver ones, to the fact that you were friends with nearly the entire school even stinky potter (draco's words not mine) you didnt even play quidditch!!
and for some reason the cuffs of your sleeve always seemed to be stained with a reddish pinkish hue
Despite all these differences, the platinum haired boy with the permanent scowled etched to his face found himself sitting next to you with your sweet demeanour and kind eyes which seemed to mark your contrast even further more
For Her: Quality Time
Ch: 1 2 3 4 5
A/n: Hey hey! I just wanted to write some more. I feel like I’ve been posting a lot lately, that might change, it might not, depending on how I feel. I’m so excited for summer and to finally be out of school for a month or two. Anyway, I feel like the pacing of this fic is a bit off but idk. I can’t help but want to write faster and with greater jumps in time b/c I’m inconsistent. This one might be a bit short. Anyway! Enjoy this chapter. :)
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June 31, 1991
Hogwarts: Potions Classroom
Boredly sitting one of the stiff chairs in Severus’ classroom as he sifts through his ingredients, wasn’t your idea of fun. But, being the good friend you are, and much to his dismay, you were keeping him company. With a dramatic sigh, you lean back limply into the hard backing of the chair.
Severus gives you a terribly harsh glare, “If you are so dreadfully bored, I suggest you go and clean up your own classroom before the children are set to arrive.”
In a complaining voice you begin, “They won’t come til September. Besides, if I do that, who would keep you company?”
“I am perfectly capable of doing this,” he gestures to all of the bottles of potion ingredients that are scattered on his desk and shelves, “by myself. Besides, you could help, you were decent at potions when we were in school.”
You groan as he goes back to work, but perk up at the rare compliment before going back to being limp. After a few minutes of being like a corpse, you stand and stumble over to his table. Plopping unceremoniously onto the floor as you take a box of potion ingredients with you to sort.
Severus looks down at you with a raised eyebrow, before he goes back to his own sorting process.
“You know-”
“We don’t have to talk.” He cuts you off.
You frown, setting down the bottle of Stinging Nettle that you were inspecting with a soft clack against the cold floor. You sigh dramatically before picking up another bottle of spoiled eel guts. “Where do you want me to put the bad stuff?”
“That one’s fine,” he moves to grab the bottle from you.
“It’s molding,” you argue, stretching your arm back so he cannot reach the bottle.
He snaps back, “I’ll use it.”
“You’re not a dragon, you cannot hoard ingredients like they’re treasure.”
He glares at you as if being compared was an unforgivable insult, which to him, it was. Severus never cared much for magical creatures.
“It’s spoiled so we’ll throw it out.” You say as if you have the final say.
“Give it here, I will find a way to use it.”
“Not a chance, Severus, you’ll blow yourself up using spoiled ingredients.” With that you toss it into the massive trashcan near his desk, which was empty. Based on that alone, anyone can presume that he had no intention of throwing out any of his ingredients. “Honestly, one could mistake you for a niffler or a dragon.”
“They could not.” He says, almost too proud to admit it.
“We’ll stay here all night if we must, but you are throwing out the things you don’t need. Beginning with spoiled guts.” Standing up, you drag the massive trashcan closer to his desk and start on the massive pile of bottles.
He huffs, eventually beginning to help you, but not without resistance.
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After many hours of being off with Severus in the potions room, ultimately missing lunch with the other professors. A few of your trusted colleagues came looking for the two of you.
“Filch, I don’t see why you’ve come along. I am the Deputy Headmistress and it is my responsibility to check on these two.” McGonagall says matter of factly to Filch, a bit annoyed at the man’s presence and the fact that he had followed her all the way to the potions room.
“Snape took my bin and I want it back,” Filch says gruffly but softens a bit as Mrs. Norris meows in agreement.
“Very well, Filch.” McGonagall says with a small yet dignified sigh. The pair makes their way down to the potions room, going down the moving staircases and winding halls. When they finally arrive and open the door to the classroom, the sight they see is rather domestic. It’s an odd yet comforting sight.
Perched in his chair, is Snape, with his head resting against the back of the chair. His cloak being used as a makeshift blanket as he sleeps soundly, for the first time in probably weeks or years based on the bags under his eyes. And next to him is you, sitting in a rather uncomfortable looking arm chair, looking at the smudged dates on bottles and vials.
McGonagall clears her throat, making you look up and finally see the two of them. “Ah, McGonagall, Mr. Filch.” You greet them in a whisper, careful not to wake Severus up from his deep slumber.
McGonagall looks back and forth between you and Snape, she says your first name in a whisper, “... is he asleep?”
“He is, what did you and Mr. Filch need?” You inquire, looking back at them with a slow blink.
McGonagall begins to speak but is cut off by Filch, “I need my bin back” he says pointing his wrinkled finger to the trashcan.
McGonagall gives him her signature glance when she’s annoyed, “And I am here to check on the two of you. You weren’t there at the staff’s luncheon.”
You rub your eyes and look around the room for a clock, only to find that Severus never put one up in his room in the first place. You think to yourself, ‘I should buy him a clock.’ You blink, looking back at McGonagall, “I hadn’t realized, I’m sorry if we worried you. And as for your trashcan, Mr. Filch, I will have it back to you once I’ve disposed of its contents.”
Filch lets out a gruff hum in approval and leave the room with a storm, Mrs. Norris meows at you and follows. You smile at the cat’s mimicking of her human companion, while Mrs. Norris was a terror for most students, you thought she was rather lovely; though, that is probably because you were a prefect and a bit of a rule follower (well sometimes you were a rule follower).
“I’m almost done with this, McGonagall, so you can assure that Severus and I are alive.”
She raises a brow at the use of Snape’s first name, “Of course, make sure you wake Mr. Snape up before dinner is served.” The small twinkle in her eye tells you that she finds this scene familiar and is reminiscing on the days when you were still her student. She is about to leave when she looks back, “Oh, and thank you for clearing up this mess, he’s been hoarding those bottles like he’s a dragon.” You and her share a smile and then she walks out of the classroom and into the hall. And with that, you toss another vial into the overfilling trashcan, finally finishing the organization process.
You take your wand out of your pocket and give it a wave, emptying the bin in a single flick. You look at all of the good bottles left on the desk and scattered on the floor and realize that you need to put it all on the shelves. You groan, leaning back into your chair and Severus lets out a soft snore.
Deciding to take a break and realizing that you were starving after accidentally skipping lunch, you decide to head down to the kitchens.
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After snagging a couple of plates from the kitchen, you head back to the potions classroom. You nudge the door open with your foot, as both of your hands were full, a plate for you in your right hand and one for Sev in your left. Upon reentering the room, you see Severus rubbing his eyes, waking up slowly.
You sit down in your seat and place the plates onto the table, moving bottles and vials out of the way. Severus doesn’t say anything, just eating away at one of the sandwiches you had made. You try not to chuckle as he looks a bit like a tired hamster. Distracting yourself, you eat your own assortment of snacks.
After he finishes eating, he begins to put up bottles on their respective shelves.
‘Of course he goes back to work right after waking up,’ you think to yourself, amused. When you finish your own plate you begin to help him.
A soft silence fills the room, it's not uncomfortable but you can’t help but wish he would start the conversation. Nevertheless, the two of you put up the pile of bottles and vials, and while it is far less than before, it’s still a lot.
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A/n: Hey! Hope you guys liked this chapter! This one was just fluff and filler but I thought it was cute. I swear I’ll write more lore soon but I just want to write some build up to elaborate more about your relationship with everyone before the Golden Trio get to Hogwarts. Let me know if you liked this chapter: any Likes, Comments, or Reposts are appreciated (and motivate me to write more!) Also let me know if you want to be in the taglist :) Write to you soon!!!!! <3
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For Her: Old Friend
Ch: 1 2 3 4 5
A/n: another one
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By noon there are talks about you among the students, mostly about how relaxed you are compared to the previous teacher and that you're very lenient.
During this break for lunch you decide to head down to Hogsmead, finding the walk to be rather enjoyable. A rushing breeze brings the fleeting summer warmth your way. You make your way down the somewhat empty streets of the cozy wizard town and trek to the Three Broomsticks.
Upon entering the tavern, a rush of nostalgia hits you. From the decor, the smell and even the kind of patrons are the same as your days at Hogwarts. You take a seat near the fireplace in the back, ordering a simple lunch with a cup of pumpkin juice.
You finished eating and left the money on the table before leaving the tavern, choosing not to remain longer than necessary. If you had chosen to, you would be destined to reminisce of your school days. You once again walk along the streets, deciding to take the scenic way back to the castle. The rough gravel path led you down to the Black Lake. You look away from the glistening water as Horace, the giant squid in the lake, waves at you. Horace, who was named by a dear friend of yours -- Liz Tuttle -- has always been a favorite of yours while at Hogwarts, and he always seemed to share the sentiment.
As you notice the giant squid waving, you wave back as it’s only polite, “Hello, Horace,” you say politely as you pass. You glance at the watch on your wrist and grimace, ‘only five minutes until your next class.’ You decide to walk a bit fast, “I’m sorry, Horace, perhaps I’ll visit you another time, I gotta dash.” The giant squid gives you a small wave, one that you return with a small smile.
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By the time you make it to the familiar grounds that you were in with your previous classes, you find that students are already there. “Hey!” You wave at them as you go forward, you can see that many of them flinch, as if caught doing something they aren’t supposed to. “Sorry, everyone! I’m here now,” you come to a stop in front of the group, a little out of breath from the very long walk.
You slowly take a seat on the soft grass, “Lets all just relax for today, yeah.”
The group of students look at each other and then to you, sitting down slowly.
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After a long day of doing practically nothing but lying in the grass and chatting with your students, it was the end of the school day.
You head inside after the hours outside, slowly walking to your classroom. As you step inside the threshold of the doorway you see a tall figure wrapped in a long black robe. “Severus, to what do I owe this visit?”
The tall man turns to face you, his eyes narrowed and brows furrowed, “Professor,” he says as if this isn’t your classroom.
“Still going on pretending we don’t know each other?” you inquire, stepping closer to him.
“You’re rather bold to come back to this castle,” he says coldly, taking a step backward to maintain the distance between the two of you.
“Am I? I would say that you are the brave one, Severus. Stop these games, didn’t you miss me?” You take another step forward, barely giving him time to respond, “And I considered us friends, how disappointing.”
He mutters and grumbles out a few noises that you can barely distinguish as your name.
“What was that?” You beckon him to speak again, very much amused by the sight of your old friend slowly warming back up. He lets out a dramatic, exasperated sigh before saying your name clearly.
“There we are, Severus, was that so hard?” you tease. He gives you a sharp glare, making you grin in response. You walk around him and take a seat at your desk. You were about to offer him to sit but you remember that there are no seats other than your own.
In a scramble, you rummage through the drawers of the desk. Your hand soon grips a rather cold and rough cluster of hard rock, upon pulling the rock out, you find moonstone. It must have been left behind by the previous professor and you are glad for it. You toss the stone in Severus’ direction, and with a wave of your wand it is transfigured into a rather comfortable looking armchair.
You gesture for Severus to take a seat as you pocket your wand, he obliges grumpily, “So what do you need, Sev?”
He stiffens at the casual use of the old nickname, “I need nothing from you.”
“Then why are you here?” You inquire, knowing that he was lying. While Severus Snape is a particularly good liar, you’ve known his tells since he was a 4th year.
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A/n: so this was a short one :( I haven’t the motivation at the moment and I need to plot out some key things. Maybe the next chapter will come after my exams when I can relax. I’ll need to figure out how to write for certain characters and stuff so I’ll need to do some research during my momentary break from writing this fic. (research as in rereading the books, fics and rewatching the movies lmao) That doesn’t mean I won’t be making new series or updating my old ones, it’s just a break for this series for a minute. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this short chapter, so sorry for the grammar and the ooc people. Plz like, comment or reblog :333 Write to you soon
For Her: Classes
Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5
A/n: hheheehheheh more chapters coming soon so stay tuned
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It’s still dark when you wake up in the early morning of the first official day. The sun’s late rising is a good indicator that winter is waking from its summer slumber.
A cold shiver runs down your spine when you plant your feet on the wooden floor. ‘I should get slippers, or a rug.’ Gritting your teeth, you manage to gather the strength to get up. You drag the chair that was at your desk in front of the mirror, ‘I should get a vanity,’ you think to yourself; however, what you should do is make a list of the things you wish to fill your room with, but that is neither here nor there.
You get ready slowly, as there is no need to rush. Taking your time made all the difference, really; one look in the mirror before you left the comfort of no prying eyes showed you a professor. Whether or not that professor is a good one or not is up in the air, but you're certainly a well dressed one. Snagging the leather messenger bag that is filled with leaflets of sheet music, pens and other miscellaneous items you thought you’d need.
You adjust the familiar crescent moon pendant on your necklace as you descend the staircase, officially leaving the faculty tower—all of this after locking your room door of course. The halls are eerily quiet and positively freezing.
It takes a long time to make it to the chorus room/music hall, but when you arrive you notice just how empty it is, so silent, still even. You tsk, ‘This won’t do, this won’t do at all,’ you make your way to a storage closet, where piles of boxes upon boxes sit on their shelves. Organizing this will take ages but before you can dive into the mess, you remember that you didn’t go to the Great Hall to eat breakfast. Getting to the Great Hall will take ages, at least that’s what you thought before you remembered all of the passage-ways you discovered when you were a student. With a mischievous grin you leave the room, walking down the hall for a minute or two before taking a sharp turn, making your way behind a toad statue.
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The corridor is dark and cold but it shaved off the usual 15 minute trek to the Great Hall down to what seemed like 3 minutes. You emerge on the other end of the tunnel in what seems to be a small tea room. You peek your head out from beyond the heavy wooden door and see that the Great Hall is just starting to be filled with students. You cringe internally at the thought of walking past them to go sit with the other professors. However, you are an adult so you shouldn’t be afraid of children you are going to teach…
Thus, you grit your teeth and walk into the sea of people, upon approaching the head table meant for the teachers, you notice that you’re the only one that’s not wearing a cloak. Taking a seat next to McGonagall—much like the night before— in which she smiles at you, seemingly happy to see you this morning. McGonagall’s friendly demeanor eases your mind about being the only teacher to not wear a cloak. That ease, however, is quickly diminished when you feel someone sit in the open chair next to you. Based on the sweeping of a cold chill, it could be only one person: Severus.
How this man always brought a rough chill, you have no clue, but it was very unwelcome. Now you were regretting not wearing a cloak because of how cold it is, maybe that’s why all the teachers wear them? You glance at Severus from the corner of your eye. In which you find that he is doing the same, only more obvious.
Pretending to not have been caught, you make the first move to speak but he beats you to it, “L/N,” he greets you in that familiar cold cadence. He’s setting the bar for where the two of you stand, he called you L/N not N/N. ‘All right Severus, two can play that game,’ “Snape,” you greet him, attempting the same indifference.
You watch him as he rakes his eyes over you, you take a goblet of water from the table and sip from it. Feeling the cool liquid go down, you realize just how thirsty you were. Severus breaks from his spell, looking at you, to survey the students eating breakfast. While he does so, you watch his profile, surveying the curve of his nose, down to the tall collar of his robes. You only look away because McGonagall begins to speak to you once more, mostly about the first classes that you will be teaching.
You listen whole-heartedly while you eat, taking in the information eagerly.
Once you are done with breakfast however, you make a quick escape, not that you didn’t want to talk with McGonagall all day- you did- but you have to clean up that storage closet and find music you were willing to teach your students. To make your quick retreat to your classroom, you take the same passage that you went down to go to the Great Hall.
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‘There, much better,’ you think to yourself as you finish going through the last box in the storage room. Magic truly did make things go faster. You exit the storage room and see that students are beginning to enter the classroom. Goodness, were you lucky that you saw them before all of them arrived.
You sit on your desk, letting your legs hover above the ground. As more and more students come pouring in they look around for seats, in which you realize that you forgot to set up chairs. ‘Oh well, we’re going outside anyway,’ you sigh out, the weather has gotten a bit warmer since the early morning, making it rather nice outside. It would be a shame to waste such lovely weather.
A group of students look at each other and just sit on the floor, most of the other students follow. When it seems like a majority of people got in the room you begin to do roll-call, even if it is incredibly mundane. After confirming that all your students are here, you decide to introduce yourself, “I’m Professor L/N, as you all know I will be taking over Professor Jones' position as your choir teacher. I don’t just teach choir but all forms of music, so if you need anything music or even acting related, you can just swing by. Oh I also forgot to set up the chairs for today, sorry about that.”
You could see that some of the students were very relieved at your casual greeting, ‘was Professor Jones really strict?’ “Anyway, no need to worry about learning new music and stuff today, cause we’re going outside.” As you say that you see two Gryffindor girls look at each other, as if they’re shocked. You stifle down a laugh and clap your hands, “Okay, bring your stuff and follow me” You hop off your desk and urge the kids to follow you. In which, they quickly obey.
You lead them down the winding halls and out to the grounds near the Flying Class lawn. You make the first move, taking off your shoes and sprawling out on the grass, facing the blue sky. “Um, Professor?” You hear a small voice ask, “Yes?” you inquire, not bothering to sit up. “Are we meant to join you?”
“Only if you want,” you say casually, in which you can hear many feet shuffling around you. A smile appears on your face, “Isn’t it a nice day?” A chorus of agreements sound out from around you, closing your eyes, you bask in the warmth of the sun.
After a while of this silence, your students begin to chatter, clearly feeling comfortable. Before you know it, the class period is over; the happy chime coming from the bell tower tells you such. You wave off your students as you look at you, “Tell your friends I’m out here.”
You get many goodbyes and yells that they will tell the next class as the students make the trek back to the castle for their other classes. You stand up slowly, deciding to walk around a bit before your next class arrives.
‘What a nice day,’ you smile, admiring the songbirds’ that call out from the trees.
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A/n: another chapter :3333 hope you enjoyed it. I know my grammar is bad but I'm trying. Hopefully the next chapter will come out faster. I’m also toying with the idea of making this my main focus fic. But I also want to write a George Weasley x reader fic. Let me know your thoughts on this chapter and series, what do you want to see next? Write to you soon!!! <3
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