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The images are under the cut. It’s better to see them because the colours are so fuck up in the gif. Anyway, here is the baby Dark Lord in all his glory.
The Chosen One’s Little Sister Part 1
Character is an OC reader
Author: Jess
Word Count: 1415
16. I am 16 years old and victim to an upcoming war. Despite being a year younger than him, I’m in the same year at Hogwarts as my brother, Harry Potter. For some reason, Professor Dumbledore decided it would be safer for us to be together instead of Harry leaving me with the Dursley’s when he turned 11. We’re actually quite different, me and him. He has two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, and the three of them are in Gryffindor. I, however, have three best friends, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy. The only bad thing about our friendship is that they’re in slytherin and I’m in gryffindor, but I am definitely treated like a slytherin; if anyone hurts or disrespects me, they’ll face the wrath of both houses- simply the perks of being friends with the most intimidating slytherins and being the sister of the boy who lived.
Currently, I only have two best friends as Draco is my best-friend-turned-boyfriend. We did everything together, even though last year everything changed. Despite his attempt at distancing himself from me, I made sure that he was never alone. I knew all along what was sitting on the inside of his left arm, but I didn’t care;he didn’t want it-that’s not who he is. Being from a pure-blooded, wealthy family can have its perks, but in times like these, it can be lethal. I know for a fact that Mr and Mrs Malfoy forced him into it. I also know that they didn’t want him to be a death eater though, he simply had to be one in order for the three of them to survive. No one dares disobey the Dark Lord.
Now though, I’m at the Burrow with my brother, Hermione and the Weasleys and we’re all preparing for Bill Weasleys wedding that’s taking place this afternoon. There was a lot of worry about too many invitations drawing attention to the event, and with Harry being there, that could be dangerous. You see, he’s famous-the chosen one- and wanted by Lord Voldemort (which means that he has a massive target on his back). I’m not. I know what he has to do though and that he’ll be leaving soon to destroy the monster that is Lord Voldemort with Hermione and Ron. I’ll probably be going to Hogwarts this year even with all of the dangers that comes with it, but I’ve got no where else to go, and hundreds of students will still go, and I want to be there to help everyone cope with the rapid change to the wizarding world. At least I’ll see Pansy and Blaise.
“Oh, Remus, there you are! Come in, come in!” The voice of Mrs Weasley reached my ears and upon hearing the name ‘Remus’ my face lit up. I dropped the string of fairy lights that I was holding and rushed over to the door.
“Uncle Rem!” I greeted, hugging him and he immediately wrapped his arms around me in response. Remus is my Godfather, but I always call him ‘Uncle Rem/Remus/Moony’ because ‘Godfather Rem/Remus/Moony’ doesn’t quite have a ring to it.
“Are you sure you want to go to Hogwarts this year?” He asked me after a moments conversation and I nodded because yes, I wanted to. I knew it wasn’t the safest place to be, but I just felt that I had to be there. Remus looked concerned but didn’t press me on the subject any further.
“Come on! Back to decorating the tent for the wedding!” Mrs Weasley called to me and uncle Remus, so we went back outside and set the tables.
A patronus sent by Kingsley Shacklebolt sent the wedding guests into total panic-death eaters were coming. People were disapparating left right and centre, but some stayed to help fight them. Suddenly, about 15 death eaters appeared, duelling and injuring many people. I searched the crowd of people for Harry to make sure he was gone, but I saw him trying to reach Hermione and Ron, obstructed by a death eater next to him that was aiming for him and-
“PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!” I yelled, causing said death eater to freeze and topple over. Harry turned and smiled in thanks and apparated away with his friends. A scream to my right drew me back into the fight and I duelled two death eaters side-by-side with Ginny.
“Is everyone okay?” Charlie Weasley called out to everyone after all of the death eaters had either apparated or been stunned.
“Physically-yes. Mentally-no.” I replied, causing a few people to chuckle. It was only Remus, me and the Weasleys(minus Ron) left. “So, what do we do with these?” I asked, poking a nearby death eater that was stunned on the floor with my foot.
It took a while for someone to reply until someone said “should we floo them to the ministry?” No one had any better ideas so we were soon shoving them into the fire place one by one and chucking floo powder on them while clearly stating ‘the ministry of magic’.
“Ugh, I need a drink” I said when they had gone.
“Courtney, you’re only sixte-“ Remus began but started laughing when he saw me return to the living room with a glass of blackcurrent juice.
“Yeah, no alcohol for you Courtney, you’re still a little baby,” Fred said, walking over to me and messing up my long black hair, causing me to roll my eyes.
“I’m not a baby” I argued.
“Sure you’re not, little one.” George said, walking to the kitchen to get a large bottle of firewhiskey for everyone else.
“Stay safe,” Mrs Weasley whispered to me as she hugged me. It was finally the 1st of September, meaning it was time to leave for Hogwarts. Ginny wasn’t coming just yet-she was coming on the Hogwarts Express when the Christmas holidays ended.
Remus was next to say goodbye and he hugged me, kissing the top of my head at the same time. “Love you.” He whispered, causing me to smile and say it back.
“Give ‘em hell for us!” Fred exclaimed, waving as I stepped onto the train. I laughed and waved as I saw Mrs Weasley swat at his arm with her gloves and George gave me the ‘thumbs up’.
I was sitting in a compartment with Pansy and Blaise when the train randomly stopped. “Is it just me that’s seriously getting third year vibes?” I asked and the surrounding students smirked at my comment but were too scared to laugh too much. From both sides of the train, death eaters entered and scouted the train, looking for someone. As they came over to near where I was sitting, I stood up and laughed humourlessly. “Please don’t tell me you’re looking for Harry Potter,” I said, and when they didn’t reply I continued “good Godric you are! You seriously think he’d be going to Hogwarts this year? Honestly Pans,” I turned to Pansy, “if these are the people attempting to take over the wizarding world, I pray for our future education system.” I saw a fist coming towards my nose and instinctively ducked, causing the death eater to miss me.
“If you continue with that behaviour, I’m afraid you won’t live long enough to see that future education system, love.” He growled at me.
“Why? Don’t tell me you think Potter will win this war, honey, because that’s not a good attitude to have considering you’re a death eater.” I said with venom, turning my body to look at him full on and crossing my arms.
He was about to reply but another death eater shouted “he’s not here, let’s go!”, and they all disappeared out of all of the exits, including large windows that were opened wide enough.
I sat down and everyone looked at me with a mixture of admiration and confusion on their face. “You, my friend, have a death wish!” Pansy said, giggling slightly, but it was obvious that it was out of fear. I shrugged and smirked, taking a sip of my butter beer and looked out the window at the trail of black smoke that the intruders left behind.
After a moments silence Pansy burst out laughing saying “bloody hell, I can’t believe you called him ‘honey’!” Everybody looked at each other and joined in with the laughter too. It wasn’t long until that particular encounter was forgotten- or more likely ignored- and people were chatting to each other again.
To everybody accusing Dumbledore of being evil to Remus or something for only giving him a cursed position, let me tell you something.
They SAY the job was cursed. They THINK it’s cursed. It’s a rumor, to my knowledge in canon is is never explicitly really stated that the DADA position is definitely cursed. People were whispering that it’s jinxed...it’s not canonically cursed. Implied, yes. But not for certain. I mean there could just be unfortunate coincidences that are happening to these teachers. Because think about it, NOTHING happened to Lupin. Not really, the only reason he lost the job was because he quit out of shame. Nothing bad happened to him. And if the position truly has a curse on it then why does Snape want it so bad? Snape is a smart man, why would he want that job if he didn’t think he’d survive the year? That’s all I’m saying.
Plus Voldemort supposedly cursed the job very early on, before Remus ever attended Hogwarts. He would know about this supposed curse; and yet he took the job anyway. If he truly believed the position was really cursed, why take it?
The thing is, Dumbledore isn’t this huge sadistic asshole that gets off on torturing people, fandom.
Voldemort in a ballet tutu, please. No reason at all. I just want it. He has hobbies and ballet is one of them (?). Or maybe it's his kink.
Hobbie? More like burning passion.
