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@mindthevoices Plotted Starter- To Harry From Luna

They had come for her in the middle of the night, she had seen their arrival not through visions but through observation. The dwindling population of women in the village, having noted that the ones disappearing where orphaned girls and widowed women alike to the dragon as a sacrifice. None returned but still, the dragon came for the villager's sheep. Luna was no fool and knew that due to her and her father being magical she was next. They were seen as strange to the villagers, strange but kind when they were ill. She knew some were regretful, as the women somberly dressed her in a white sacrificial gown, adorning her head with a crown of flowers. Purple blossoms were woven into her blond hair, while she was adorned in gold necklaces and bangles that stood out against her dark skin.

She was marched to the lake a boat alight with candles the alter in which she would be given. Her father was tied up and gagged, face wet in tears and anguish, still struggling even now.

"Veniam ad te," she had whispered to him as she passed the echo of a promise on her lips before she was sent across the lake. 'I will come back to you' words lined with magic, a promise she wouldn't break the Latin sitting heavily in the air. She stood, waiting not looking back as she knew what sight she would see- weapons pointed towards her keeping her from joining them once more.

When the large form had swept down, picking her up with gentle claws her heart flipped. Wind blustered against her body, chilling her to the bone, moving faster then she had ever done in her life. Only when they reached the cave was she released, plopped onto the stone floor. She stood on shaky legs taking deep even breaths as she busied herself with fixing her hair. "Oh, it's a shame you had to fly so fast, I've lost my flower crown and a few of the blossoms that were weaved into my hair...."

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These Little Wonders // mindthevoices

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Marriage. Just hearing the word, just looking down and seeing the beautiful green and gold wedding band on her finger, was enough to still send Astoria’s heart all a-flutter. All of her dreams had come true; she had a wonderful job at the antique shop, she had all of her friends, and she was married to the most thoughtful, most handsome and genuinely most loving man she had ever met in her life.

As wonderful as her life was right now, there was something missing. Or rather, a someone. There was concern on Draco’s side that perhaps the infertility issues of his parents may have followed him, or that his combined genetics of being part werewolf and part Veela, had somehow messed up his ability to conceive. But Astoria wasn’t worried. They had only been married a year, and if they were unable to have children naturally, then she would have been more than happy to open their home and adopt a few.

As it was, however, she did begin to notice a few odd things now and again, as the winter hols came to an end and they were preparing for spring. She felt a little more tired than usual, and when she was hungry, she was nearly ravenous. It wasn’t until she wondered when she last had her cycle, and she realized that she didn’t know, that she made a quick discreet trip to St. Mungo’s. Better to be safe than sorry.

Hours later, buzzing with excitement, Astoria returned home, finding Draco in the patio out in the back of the cottage they shared. Padding up behind him with noticeable footsteps -- she learned very quickly he wasn’t one to try and sneak up on -- she leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I have news.”

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Master of Death AU: Harry stumbles into Grimmauld Place, covered in hickeys, hair an absolute mess, with new piercings in his ears, and a swollen tongue. How does 21 year old Lily handle 18 year old Harry now that's he's free and making crazy choices?

//also tagging @pranking-masters because you are the James involved//     She knew she should have stayed in bed, she had some underlying feeling that she would deeply regret it if she got out of bed. But she was way too thirsty, she had to get up. It had been a really long week, James had only just come back to life about a week ago and she was helping him to once more settle into life. It felt so strange, being here without people they loved. They had gotten used to a life after death with the other marauders, minus Peter that is. It was like Hogwarts all over again, they were carefree and happy and all four of them were together. Of course it never felt truly the same without Peter, and there was always that knowledge that they didn’t have Harry with them. But the four of them had each other, like they always had. Of course now, they were separated again. It gave her comfort to know that one day she would see them again, to know that once more they would all be together as a family. But her son had gone his entire life without his parents, and he deserved to see them again. He deserved to get to know them, to be around them, even if he was already grown. 

     She couldn’t speak for James but she knew so well that she blamed herself, she blamed herself for how her sister had treated him while he was growing up and she blamed herself for not being able to raise him. She was trying her best to make up for that now, though she could only do so much. She knew that Harry didn’t blame her, he was a good boy and he understood, but that didn’t make her feel any less guilty. Harry had been gone all day, she hadn’t bothered to ask where he was going considering he was a grown man now, but it didn’t stop her from worrying. James had kept her plenty occupied though, there was lots for them to do now that they were back in the land of living. They had gone to visit with the Weasley‘s for the day and then spent the evening alone breaking in their new bedroom, which was why she was wearing only one of James’s long T-shirts that looked almost like a short dress on her when her son stumbled in through the doors of the home they were all sharing with each other, sex bruises on his neck, his hair is a mess as his fathers upstairs and a fresh set of piercings in his ears. 

     She held the water bottle in her hands a little bit tighter, her eyes wide as she stared at him. He wasn’t a baby anymore, she had to keep reminding herself of that, he was 18 years old, he wasn’t a baby. She had gotten better about reminding herself that he wasn’t a baby since she had come back two months ago, getting to know him as an adult. It was an odd adjustment for sure, since the last time they had properly been in the same room while she was alive he had been only a baby. But they still had a very mother/son relationship, and things were as normal as they could be considering she and his father looked to only be about three years older than him. But because they had been completely aware in their afterlife, they felt as if they were 40 years old, even though they had the youth and energy of people in their early 20′s.

     She stared at him for a moment, her own hair slightly wild, swallowing thickly. She could’ve just turned around and pretended it didn’t happen, as she also could’ve pretended like she had never seen him. It was also completely plausible if she had scolded him for being irresponsible but she reminded herself the kind of things that she and the boys had gotten into at 18, and it helped to relax her. She sighed softly and walked up to him, holding out her bottle of water to him and decided he needed it more than she did. “I saw Sirius in this exact position when he was 18 too,“ she said with smile. “Don’t clean the earrings with alcohol, he said that burned. Use salt water,“ she said, glancing at the bruises on his neck. 

     “If you end up wanting to hide those from your father you might have to use magic. I would offer make up but I’m much lighter than you are,” she said, reaching out to lift up his chin slightly with her finger so he might look at her. “I’m glad you made it home safe,” she said before walking away from him when she heard James calling for her from upstairs, Bare feet padding against the ground as she headed back up to the bedroom, the halls filled with both of their laughter when she was in their bedroom. They were all adults, and they were all happy and safe, and that was what mattered.

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Hunter sighed as he looked out the window on the Hogwarts Express. Loki, his Eagle owl, was in his cage on the seat next to him. His brother was off hanging out with his friends, leaving him alone in the carriage.

He was in his third year at Hogwarts and had made a few friends in his house, but he hadn't been able to find them when boarding, hence sitting alone.

The food cart arrived, and he bought some stuff, sitting and eating as the door opened.

"Hey Hunter!" Ripley smiled and sat across from him. "Have a good summer?"

"Hey! Yeah it was fun! Got a broom for my birthday so i think i'm gonna try out for the house team this year. You hear about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? My father said it's Alistor Moody, he's supposed to be cool."

"Oh nice! What kind of broom? And yeah, i heard rumors, but i dunno for sure."

"Firebolt, of course. Have you seen Sam or Martha?"

"I saw them when i got on the train, but they got sidetracked. They said they'll sit with us at the feast."

"Alright. Well, tell me about your summer."

The two chatted as the train rolled on, darkness slowly falling causing the lights to come on. As the carriage got darker, they both changed into their school robes and began getting ready.

The rain kept falling and as they got closer to the school, Hunter kept an eye out for his brother in the halls, hoping they could go up to the school together.

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@mindthevoices || Plotted Starter - For Severus

Mollie had grown up with in forests, had learned to walk and talk with in them. Her tribe while they had modern homes still resisted in the surrounding forests the old ways passed from parent to child. You did not waist what nature had gratefully given but here- in Britain, away from her tribe, away from all she known trapped with a man she loathed who insist she call him father she was forced to waist. Waist and waist until she felt sick. 

So she ran.

Ran past students, ran past chattering paintings not caring if she missed dinner. If she didn’t leave this stifling castle she would crash and burn turn to ashes where she stood. Even now when she had barely reached the edge of the forest she could hear the wind whispering in her ear- she was coming home.

Deeper and deeper she went, running until her legs begged her to stop, running until her lungs where heaving. Reaching a grassy clearing she fell to her knees gasping for air. Turning she laid in the grass staring up into the blue sky face flushed from her sudden run.

Relaxing she closed her eyes listening to the world around her. The Forbidden Forest was unlike the forest near the reservation, and nothing like the Forest in  ilvymorny. The forest here whispered a different song than the ones she knew, it wasn’t just because it was magical, there was something else in the air. It was heavy, a heavy sadness unlike any other and it made her wonder what great tragedy happened here.

“It’s oddly quiet out here, it’s as if every creature here is holding their breath. What made you this way? What are you hiding old ones? What great sadness has befallen you?” She questioned out loud so use to talking out loud with the Great Spirits that she didn’t wonder if anyone was listening. Ever since she learned about magic her belief in them only strengthen, she always knew she felt something could feel something older than herself in these trees.

Hearing a whisper she turned her head, spying an old tree. The feeling of sadness punched her in the chest causing a pained wheeze to leave her. “Wha- what happened to you,” she asked barely able to see anything in front of her from the tears bubbling up and streaming down her cheeks the sharp bitter taste of sorrow on her tongue. Somehow she still managed to crawl forward towards the old yew, the whispers growing louder but still unable to hear. Searching the bark as if it would giver her an answer she sat back on her knees, hands piercing the earth digging deep into the dirt. Something- something was coming back to her. A memory, of meeting something just as old as this tree before back at home.

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      It had been a long time since she had been here, Grimmauld Place, it seemed like a lifetime ago. And in a way, it truly was. She could remember her mother and father making her come here with her sisters to visit her cousins, a time they often didn’t enjoy. The house was cramped and old, much less extravagant than Black Manor where she grew up, but they still came because her father said they had to. And when her father gave an order, there was no saying no allowed, or bad things happened. 

     She could remember being shouted at for running up the stairs when Sirius and Regulus would chase her and Andromeda up the stairs, Bellatrix following close behind them, threatening their lives if they were to ever lay a hand on her. She could remember her horrible aunt always saying she was too skinny every time she saw her or the disgusting house elf always prowling around in the corners. She remembered this place very well, and the memories it held inside.

     She took her wand out of her sleeve and waved it in the air, watching as the buildings began to move apart. She had heard through the grape vine that this was where Harry Potter had gone to live after the mess Hogwarts had become, and it didn’t surprise her, Sirius had been his Godfather after all. She supposed he must feel some connection to the place somehow. She wondered briefly if he knew she was related to Sirius, if he had seen the family tree on the wall inside or if he had noticed that she and her son were on it.

     When the building was finally in place she put her wand back inside her sleeve and looked either direction to make sure she wasn’t being watched before walking up to the front door and taking a deep breath. This was her one shot, her only shot at keeping her family together. She couldn’t mess this up. so she took a deep breath, and she knocked.

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