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For literally no reason other than lazy stupidity, this character for decades been wrongly called Lucian Bole by people who claim to be fans. It's Miles Bletchley. Says so on IMDB, wikia, casting.

#Lucian Bole #Miles Bletchley #NOT Lucian Bole #David Churchyard #Slytherin Keeper

Miles' Rules

By: NinaMaya

Series: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Summary: When Harper Potter was forced to reveal her secret relationship with an older Slytherin.

Or When Miles Bletchley decided to play by his rules and use help to avenge his girlfriend.

Status: Complete

Words: 1,787 Chapters: 1/1 Language: English

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Miles Bletchley, Draco Malfoy, Terence Higgs, Cassius Warrington, Rolanda Hooch, Dolores Umbridge, Emmaline Rosier Bletchley (OFC)

Relationship: Miles Bletchley/Harry Potter

Additional Tag: Female Harry Potter, Hogwarts Fifth Year, Quidditch, POV Miles Bletchley, Quidditch Rivalry, Draco Malfoy is So Done, BAMF Miles Bletchley, Only Child Miles Bletchley, Secret Relationship, Fluff and Humor, Slytherins Being Slytherins, Slytherin Cunning, Rare Pairings, Fanart, Do Not Copy or Repost My Work

#ao3 #hp fanfic #Miles Bletchley #harry potter #genderbend

POV: You’re Professor McGonagall after a Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor. (They almost murdered the entire Gryffindor team and don’t want to fail Transfigurations)

(From left to right: Lucian Bole, Marcus Flint, Miles Bletchley, Adrian Pucey, Terence Higgs)

#harry potter #hp fanart #lucian bole #marcus flint #Miles Bletchley #adrian pucey #terence higgs #minerva mcgonagall #slytherin quidditch team #slytherin

matilda - terence higgs

date: august 5, 2022

summary: a love letter to his friends

notes: not romantic

warnings: child abuse

a/n: i’m gonna rant rq but i’ve been feeling horrible recently bc i found out the only cousin i’ve trusted told her mom when i came out as bi (effectively taking away the opportunity for me to come out to my mom on my own), my mom found out thro them that i was suicidal (again before i could reach out for help on my own terms). and they said how much they pity me and feel bad for me. i can’t help but feel betrayed and ridiculed and i’m just frustrated bc i’ve never felt supported by my mom’s side of the family or my dad’s

tags: @limerenze @loverssfevers @ghostofscarley @dayangestre

i didn’t know love until i arrived at hogwarts. i didn’t know care until a group of ruined kids, some more than others, most less than me, took me in. i didn’t know what it felt like to melt into another people.

adrian had a healthy home life. he had the family i always wanted. his parents showed each other affection; his mother had her hands hooked in the crook of her husband’s elbow and her head leaned into his shoulder. his sisters always giggling alongside him. at first it made me sick with jealousy because he had cousins to keep his secrets, to keep him, and i didn’t. at least i didn’t until i met him. i didn’t have someone to keep my heart and my soul warm while i slept and shivered. i didn’t have someone to bandage me when i pretended there was something in my eye but really i was wiping away tears.

marcus didn’t think he deserved the praise we gave him. we argued a lot, him and me. i refused to let him believe everything his old man would tell him. i didn’t realize until one fight we had in front of the whole team and he called me out, marcus was me and i was him. i diminished everything that happened to me, the good and the bad. marcus did what he had to do and he thought that he didn’t deserve anything to compensate for any trouble he might have come across.

miles showed me i can express myself any way i please. he never had an issue with self expression. i learned i don’t have to be mean to get what i wanted. (and i never did get what i wanted, i always felt empty.) miles rearranged me on his bedside table like a supermarket bouquet of flowers. he filled my empty space with baby breath, making the rose thorns in my ribs disappear. my finger nails are no longer jagged and hair doesn’t cover my face. i like my smile (with teeth). i finally like my smile.

derrick didn’t have a voice. he spoke and replied but they were never substantive words. he spoke slowly, in pauses. i later found out if he didn’t think about what he was going to say, his entire day could be ruined. he cried to me once that his mother always apologized for what she did and not what she said. he couldn’t care less than she yelled at him, but he couldn’t stop pressing the wound of being called useless when all he’s ever done is try to stay afloat for her and his siblings. his dad wasn’t not in the picture but he wasn’t fully out of it. “‘i’m sorry for yelling at you, baby,’ that’s what she told me,” he cried into his pillow after coming home from winter break, “i never accepted that apology but she went on the rest of the day acting like i forgave her.” he speaks faster now, more animated. i don’t know he helped me or i helped him. i don’t spit insults like i spit out my gum though.

lucian was a pretty boy. i was actively jealous of him. not because he had anyone he wanted falling to his feet. but because whenever he had a shit night, his shoulders pushed back and his chin stayed high. his afro stayed perfectly around in the off season, his braids were almost neat during the season. he helped miles build me up. i didn’t know it then but he felt the same pressure derrick felt. he had a deadly fear of failing. i didn’t think it was possible for him though.

warrington and montague were brutes, i think that’s why they liked each other more than the rest of us. they get it from their fathers. “i got this from a game of qudditch this summer.” warrington told us. it was a new bruise on the side of his ribs. montague didn’t come back with new bruises or scars, at least not ones we could see. summer before sixth year, his dad kicked him out. both of them got help. they’re doing better now. it took me a while to follow their lead. i know they changed me but while they don’t feel as though they are dragging through the mud, i did. they were able to get to a safer place, both physically and mentally. but i’m only a few meters away from where i started.

i never knew the loves of my life would be a group of nasty teenage boys. but after seven years, my knuckles have been bandaged after fights and my knees have been smoothed over, my heart and soul have been tucked into bed with a bedtime story, and the supermarket flowers were replaced with flowers from my garden.