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MIKE FAIST as DODGE MASON

in PANIC S01E05 ― "Phantoms"

guilty 🙈

I wanna make it (so badly)

Art Donaldson x Fem Reader

Warnings/Contains: reader is AFAB with she/her pronouns, swearing, inappropriate employer/employee relationship, dry-humping, a lot of heavy petting, implied age gap, effective-infidelity (reader tested, tashi approved), oral sex (f!receiving), art is a bit of a pervert and mega-pathetic (endearing), references to religion (worship).

Word Count: 5.8k

i white knuckled the steering wheel on the way home from this film thinking about art donaldson- this is, essentially, an ode to that

Youth tennis lessons, $20/h, call for details

Finding work was hard, keeping work was harder.

Cleaning, baby-sitting, pet-sitting, pet-walking. There was virtually nothing you hadn't tried.

Odd jobs, odd hours, and the occasional odd employer.

You'd played tennis for the last couple years of college. Nothing remotely competitive but you and your friends had looked cute in the skirts and they'd give you whole hours out of class to play.

You were above average with a good arm and better patience.

Another odd job to add to your growing list.

You'd been particular about where you'd posted the ads, the neighbourhoods you'd chosen. Only the ones with manicured lawns and white picket fences.

Tacking the paper to boards in upmarket cafes, fancy supermarkets, ladies-only gyms.

The kind of people that want their kids playing tennis and could find their way to increase your pay- if you did well.

You always did very well.

So your little car looked a little out of place in this neighbourhood, fingers holding the scribbled post-it note with the address. Your scrawling handwriting detailing the "Donaldson's" were enquiring within.

Pulling up outside the house, you had a quiet inkling that you might've been out of your depth. Whoever owned this house deserved more than an above-average-ex-college-student that only learnt the sport to spend time with friends.

But they'd requested you, you'd have to let them come to that conclusion on your own.

Your knuckles only hit the door once before it was being swung open by someone that looked destined to be a security guard, like he'd come out the womb with his future decided.

What the fuck had you gotten yourself into?

He'd left you in the "formal lounge" to sit smack-bang in the centre of a couch that wouldn't even fit in the lobby of your apartment building- let alone the apartment itself.

As you admired a painting on the wall that you'd only ever seen in books, high heels on the stone floors made you jump in your seat.

The most beautiful woman you might ever see in your life appeared before you and said your name in a way that had you standing from your seat.

Your face faltered just enough that you hoped she didn't notice. There was something about her that told you she noticed everything.

Fuck me, that's Tashi Duncan.

If you know a thing about tennis (or even just watched the news) you know exactly who this woman is. You remember her more from your childhood but you remember her all the same.

The woman that once held the world by the balls.

She apologised for her husband's absence, that he was busy. It wasn't lost on you that the "husband" she casually referred to was Art Donaldson, US Open champion.

The Donaldson's.

Ah fuck.

Tashi went on the explain that they were wanting to begin lessons for their daughter Lily. You assumed this was the one you could hear running circles around the informal lounge.

"With all due respect, am I not the least qualified person in this home for that?"

You watched a perfectly formed cheekbone lift in what was nearly a smile. Strangely enough, something in the pit of your chest was dying to make her do that again.

There was something about her that demanded to be impressed.

You were no exception to the rule.

"My husband and I have seen some of your matches, we liked what we saw."

How? Your 'matches'- if you can even call them that, were nothing of note. You don't even think faculty bothered to watch them. You weren't quite sure why they'd even recorded them.

A silly part of you began to wonder how they'd even got a hold of them- until you remembered who they were.

The Hermes and Peitho of tennis.

"You did? I always thought of myself as more of a casual player."

"And that's what we liked, we know better than anyone how brutal tennis can become. We want someone to help Lily enjoy the game."

Oh, okay then.

You'd made a quasi-college-career out of purely enjoying the game. You were sure you could foster the same spirit for the six-year-old performing the entire 'Encanto' soundtrack in the other room.

Tashi laid down a tight schedule, Monday to Friday, 3pm to 6pm. You would teach Lily the wonders of the game on the court behind their home.

Their home you'd come to find out was a luxury rental when you'd complemented Tashi on another of the art pieces that'd apparently come with the place.

You'd also come to find out they typically live in hotel rooms, but they'd settled in this area for the time being as Art had a good thing going with a regular playing schedule and a sporting-goods deal.

You nodded along like you could begin to understand a life like that.

As she showed you back to your car (the one you suddenly felt humiliated for her to see you own), she called your name one last time from the doorway.

"You undersell yourself, we'll give you eighty an hour."

She left you choking on your tongue with one foot in the car and the other on an Italian cobblestone.

You were never going to walk or sit another dog again.

Lily was going to win her first Grand Slam by ten if that's what they'd pay you.

As your peeled your car from their turn-around area, you watched a Jeep Wrangler slow as it passed you. You couldn't see through the tint but you just knew it was him.

And you knew he was watching you.

-

The minute you'd told your roommate the situation you'd come into, she'd called bullshit.

A few texts from Tashi's now saved icon and a weird little photo you'd taken from inside the guest bathroom, it'd been enough to convince her.

"Fucking hell, are you God's favourite or something?"

You'd argue you were quite the opposite, she of all people should know. She'd seen some of the states you'd come home in after your other random jobs.

Felt good to be the winner.

Even just once.

In the air of some girlish fascination, she brought up a Youtube video of "Tashi Duncan Career Highlights" courtesy of "tennisguy779."

You'd protested it, rolling your eyes while feigning disinterest. No use, the minute you caught her out the corner of your eye- you were captivated.

It was entirely possible to imagine she hovered above the court, like there was a greater force placing her exactly where she needed to be, exactly when she needed.

It was even easier to believe she was just that good.

As you watched her play, listened to the sounds the game could draw from her- you wondered if this was how she and Art had felt.

Had they curled up in their informal lounge like you were right now? Had Tashi studied your every move meticulously like you assume? Had Art passed comment on your form? Did he think you were any good?

Tennisguy779's lineup changed quickly to "Art Donaldson Career Highlights" and you felt your chest constrict. An inexplicable feeling washed over you.

Like you'd been caught with God's forbidden fruit.

Your roommate had tried to question why you'd effectively flown off the couch, only to be met with a muttered 'goodnight' as you shut the bedroom door behind you.

Thin walls meant you drifted off to sleep that night with the rhythmic sounds of Art, grunting his way through an ATP Challenger.

It was no surprise you dreamt of him.

-

The Donaldson's tennis court was down a steep set of stairs, set back into an oasis of lush greenery.

Perfect for a 6-year-old's first lessons.

You didn't know if it was the grand balcony that overlooked the court or the fact a well-manicured Tashi stood atop it, but you felt positively observed.

Lily was in the midst of showing you how she could do a cartwheel (she couldn't) when the voice in the back of your head started echoing a promise of $80/h.

"Alright, lets channel some of that into your elbow."

Give a six-year-old a racquet half the size of her and she's going to blow effective chunks, but at least she has the spirit. Maybe it's her energy, maybe it has been a while since you've been on the court-

The kid's running you ragged.

Coupled with her height, you're spending more time bent over than you are up straight and it's all going to your head. All you can hope is Tashi isn't up there watching you stumble after the ball.

But you're sure there are eyes on your back.

Lily is a quick learner and you work out a tradeoff of one tennis skill for one spinning heel kick (mandatory that you watch).

Roll on 6pm and she's dog-tired, however, she's managed to hit the ball at least twice. Surely that's earned your keep. She lays star-fished on the turf and murmurs something about a piggyback.

You know you're about to earn your keep.

By the top of the staircase, you're more than happy to hand over a Lily-shaped-sack-of-potatoes to Tashi's mother. As you emerge from behind an ornate gargoyle, your suspicions proved correct.

Art Donaldson had been watching your every move.

Left alone on the balcony with him, you're acutely aware of the fact he's standing between you and your exit, and he's just had a full show of you bent over and flitting about his tennis court.

That and you still haven't said so much as 'hello' to the man.

You dwell on it for a moment and then there's that feeling back in the pit of your stomach, like any minute you'll be caught with fruit in hand- in throat.

The Original Sin.

Luckily, Art made the decision for you, crossing the space to shake your hand. If he noticed the way your hand trembled, he didn't seem to mind.

"It's nice to finally meet you."

You wished you had more to say to him, or maybe something more intelligent. Something better than a quiet "and you."

He was the better conversationalist, thankfully. Head motioning to the court, he looked down his nose at you when he spoke.

It should've felt condescending. It didn't.

"How did she go out there?"

"Yeah, really good- not a Disney character I can't name now."

He laughed.

Really laughed, like the joke was better than it was.

Like there was a preening little flutter inside you that said "do it again!"

You shrugged your shoulders like making him happy came naturally as you squinted up at him, as if he was the sun.

"You were watching? You must've seen her picking it up?"

Because he was the expert. Because he is the champion.

He hummed as he nodded, eyes skywards like there might've been something more important behind the clouds.

"Must've been distracted."

Within an instant- his eyes flickered to your own and you were sure he watched them change. He must've seen something he liked, the corner of his lip quirked up before he spoke again.

"Come on, I'll sort your payment and then we'll let you get home."

And for whatever reason, his hand fit perfectly in the small of your back as he lead you inside.

-

And how quickly did you become a strange piece of furniture in the Donaldson's home- in their life?

An ottoman for Tashi to rest her tired feet on.

An abstract piece on the wall for Art to admire when he passes it.

A projection of constellations across the ceiling to keep Lily bright behind the eyes.

At least you belonged- there was no doubt that this was where you belonged.

That wasn't to say your tennis skill had improved any, lesson after lesson you still couldn't wrap your head around why they'd even signed you on, let alone kept you.

"Ok, don't watch that one either- maybe just do what I say and not what I do."

You hadn't nailed a single one, at this point you couldn't blame Lily for skipping around pretending her racquet was a horse.

Wasn't like she'd be learning anything if she was paying attention.

"Ok, here we go just- ok right, when your parents ask how today went, please be kind."

"Your elbow is too low."

It was a miracle you didn't scream.

Art entered the court with a swagger that you could only assume struck fear when he was your opponent.

Right now it struck pure embarrassment and Lily wasn't helping.

"Daddy, she didn't hit a single one!"

"Alright, I don't think daddy needs to know that-"

"Daddy knows, daddy's been watching."

Daddy really needs to stop calling himself that.

Lily and her racquet took off for another tour of The Grand National as Art approached you with quiet determination.

It was like waiting for impact, his eyes never wavered off his daughter as he made towards you. At the last moment, he snapped his attention in your direction- with a smile that should've felt condescending.

It wasn't.

"If your elbow is too low you lose topspin and power."

If you deserved the $80/h you were earning, you might've known that.

As Art stepped up to you, the turn of the planets on their axis slowed down and it could've been entirely possible to believe it was only you two.

And Lily upon her trusty steed.

The gallops of her tennis shoes thinned out as Art placed one hand around your elbow, lifting it higher. His other hand held your waist as he pulled your back flush to his chest.

"Lily, go find grandma."

Then it really was just you two.

Your heart hammered against the shell of your ribcage, blood rushing around your ears as you felt Art's chin perch at your shoulder.

"If your elbow is high enough," His hand lifted it up and you let it stay there. "And your hip is turned."

He didn't have to say it with the gravel in his voice, but he did. He didn't have to hold your hips as he moved them, but he did. He didn't have to stay without so much of an inch between the two of you, but he did.

With one hand in the curve of your waist, he tossed the ball into the air with the other- then he whistled.

Like the obedient thing you didn't know you were, you raised the racquet and sent the ball flying through the air without even blinking.

As the streak of green hit the court and rolled away, you found yourself lying in wait, as if you were waiting for something- your next command?

"Good girl."

There it was.

Under the all consuming effect that Art Donaldson just seemed to have on people, you'd entirely forgotten you were in a position you could be 'caught' in. By his all consuming wife, of all people.

So, you should've moved.

Quite honestly you should've straightened up and cleared your throat and thanked him and told him it was time for you to go home.

You should've moved.

But Art wasn't moving. If anything he was staying purposefully still at your backside.

Obedient thing you seem to be.

"Show me that again?"

So,

You teach Lily the bare basics of tennis for three hours and receive $80 on the hour.

Then Art spends three hours of his spare time teaching you to perfect your swing- in a way that couldn't ever vaguely resemble professional.

A simple transactional arrangement.

Your tennis improves on a slow but sure basis and he gets the most off-court action he's seen since college.

Even if it is just heavy petting on astro-turf.

A hand under the hem of a tennis skirt. A pressing hip against your own. A deep breath as your hair brushes past him.

You figure Art will take what he can get.

And it's never enough to raise alarm. Sure, there's that fluttering in your chest that warns you might get 'caught' but you're never quite sure what one might 'catch' if they found you out.

It's undoubted who that 'one' is though.

The one who holds the cards- holds the throat, maybe.

Tashi, who's presence precedes her perhaps more than her reputation. Even when she isn't there, she's there.

So, when Art's hand lingers too long on the outside of your thigh and you think you can feel it verging into the territory that'll change everything- it's Tashi on your mind.

You're beginning to think your conscience sounds a lot like Tashi.

-

Who are you if not obedient to the Donaldson's?

Chasing Lily around a court.

Adhering to Tashi's every request.

Being Art's fantasy.

Being Art's.

Most of the time, anyway. Three hours a week.

Something to keep him bright behind the eyes, maybe. Something to keep him happy. Something to keep him-

Winning?

He tells you he plays better with you around. The way he says it makes you giggle, a girlish little noise that sort of just slips out. He serves the ball with his eyes on you and, sure enough, it lands smack where he wanted it too.

Everything where he wants it. When he wants it.

Shy and inconsequential touches and glances shared just between you.

Until, well- until they weren't.

"Would you like a coffee?"

Tashi's mother had taken Lily off to bed, leaving you and Art separated by an island. Kitchen island.

He braced both palms against it as he watched you watch the door, wondering if you should cut and run, wondering if someone else might come through it.

Talking yourself out of it. Whatever it might be.

"Yes please."

Even he looked surprised, brows raising an inch as he turned to the Nespresso machine. You took the moment to watch his back, the muscles moving under the cool-dry fabric of his shirt.

You spent all your time pretending not to notice him that actually allowing yourself the chance to study him made you lightheaded.

Had he always looked this captivating?

He broke your focus with a coffee cup, sliding it towards you as he rounded the bench. His eyes didn't even waver off you as he took a sip of his own.

It wasn't lost on you that he managed to tongue foam off the tip of his nose.

This was the longest you'd stuck around after a tennis lesson, longest you'd allowed yourself to be in his presence. You weren't quite sure how big this thing could get.

Your mouth was opening before your brain had decided it was a good idea.

"Mr. Donaldson-"

"Art."

"Uh, Art- I really appreciate the help you've been giving me- uh, you know- with tennis."

He placed his coffee mug down, nodding as he did it. "My pleasure."

Naturally.

That brain of yours was still firing off at a mile a minute. There was a very tiny voice right at the back that said it was up to you how this night would end- you had a choice to make.

Placing your coffee mug beside his, you scanned his face to find him already looking at you. Perhaps the choice was already set.

Maybe it was fate.

All he said was your name, it could've been the way he said it- but your whole body was losing the rigidity it'd formed when he first asked you to stay longer. When he'd made the choice.

Crossing the small gap between you two, Art was careful to keep one hand on the kitchen bench as the other hovered beside you. Not touching you,

Yet.

One step closer and the tip of Art's nose was touching yours. You think you might've been able to smell the coffee off his breath.

It thinned out- leaving you with his sweat. Musk. Art.

A sudden surge of morals overcame you, your voice broke out as a gasp.

"What about Mrs. Donaldson?"

"Actually, it's still Duncan."

You screamed.

Right in his face.

Tashi's voice made you jump out of your skin.

However, Art didn't move. As you turned your head to gauge the way his wife stalked across the kitchen, you felt his nose brush against your cheek.

Tashi retrieved a tall bottle of Pellegrino from the fridge, taking a poignant sip as her eyes flitted between the two of you.

What a fucking sight.

Her husband, eyes shut and face pressed pathetically to their daughter's tennis instructor- his hands itching to close around your waist.

You, young and bleary eyed looking utterly caught. Staring up at her like she might decide your fate.

It took all your strength to find your words.

"I’m not here to teach tennis, am I?”

“No, of course not. You’re frankly terrible at tennis.”

There's the Tashi you were expecting.

Her words should've stung, but they didn't. They couldn't, not when her husband was laying his hands against your back and rubbing soothing circles down the length of your spine.

Not when his lips were mouthing wet kisses along your cheek.

Not when she was right. Spade's a spade.

"Why am I here?"

She snorted, a real dissatisfactory sound- like she hoped you were smarter than that. She was halfway to her bedroom before she cut you loose.

"Careful, he makes that sound before he cums."

-

And he had, just like she'd said.

Art had cum in his shorts, pressed up against your thigh with his face still smushed against your own.

And you'd taken it, obedience in spades.

You'd stood there and let him hump your leg like a bad dog and you'd even pat his head and whispered kind words in his ear after the mess he'd made.

Then you slipped out the front door to your car and you'd pretended not to notice that there were two bedroom lights on upstairs.

You hadn't even divulged the freaky details to your roommate when you got home.

But the showerhead knew all about them.

Visions of Art on the clouds of steam- replayed in your head the sounds he'd made right in your ear.

How he'd whimpered your name when he splashed his boxers like a fucking teenager.

It was no surprise you dreamt of him.

You even showed up next day, valiantly. You didn't run for the hills or even straight to a tabloid about how weird the Donaldson's really were.

And maybe that's why you hadn't told your roommate either.

Because telling someone what Tashi allowed? What Art liked?

That'd mean you'd have to admit your dirty little secret.

You loved it.

When you showed up, something was different. No usual chatter in the house, no shoes by the front door. You checked out the front window to see what you'd missed when you arrived.

Tashi's car was gone.

"She's taken her mom and Lily to the ballet."

At least you didn't scream this time.

You were lucky your back was to him, lest he see the self-righteous little smile that broke when the words settled.

"Oh, ok."

"I'll see you on the court."

Oh, ok.

Lest he see the disappointment that took over.

Following him close behind, you didn't know why you were effectively surprised that he still wanted to continue with your lessons. You'd half expected- hoped, he'd bend you over the kitchen island.

Tennis was fun too, you guess.

Thinking about it, something that bold didn't seem the style of the man who'd nearly blacked out rubbing up on you. Beckoning you onto the tennis court with two fingers and a wry smile did, however.

You fell into your usual position, hip turned and elbow curved on your side of the court. You waited for him to appear behind you, chest melding into the curve of your back.

It never came.

Art took long strides towards the net, vaulting it in one smooth motion. He ended up parallel to you, waiting with a ball and racquet in either hand.

The smile had left his face, a rather blank expression taking over as he sized you up. And there was that fear- knowing what it felt like to be on the wrong side of him.

This was going to hurt.

From the moment he pressed the ball to the neck of his racquet, it was all over. Your feet were never in one place for more than a second, your arms burned above you, your head permanently on a swivel.

Art didn't look like he'd broken more than a sweat.

You knew he had, you could see it in the neck of his shirt. But he didn't look it.

He looked calm, he looked in control, he looked-

Like he was enjoying himself.

For every rally that you managed, you thought you saw an inkling of pride set in his features.

For every serve that you missed, you knew you saw unbridled lust.

Not a point scored in your favour, you hit the ball towards him one last time before you collapsed to the turf. Flat on your back, reminiscent of your first lesson here.

You watched the clouds shift over your head, listening to your pulse thick and fast in your ears. Just underneath it, you could hear footfalls approaching.

No hurry, but impending.

Soon, the sun above you was eclipsed by Art Donaldson. His golden hair shone with the halo of light behind it.

Now this was God's favourite.

"You can't be giving up this easily?"

Forcing a laugh, you threw your arm up and over your eyes. "Wanna bet?"

Turns out he did- turns out Art struggled to do anything but win.

Somehow, you found it within yourself to stand back up. This time it was only a practice, you weren't brave enough to face off against him another round.

This was more your speed.

The hand that wasn't holding your elbow was curving around your front, the pleats of your tennis skirt lifting over his fingers. You felt a warm hand slowly moving across the front of your underwear.

Two fingers migrated south, pressing against the seam of you- he must've felt the pure heat radiating beneath his fingertips.

Turning your head even an inch, you found the curve of his nose pressing into your cheek.

"I didn't give up."

He hummed, the vibration rolled across your shoulders.

"Mmm, you didn't."

The hand sans-racquet dropped between your thighs to press his palm into your cunt. It was Art who flexed your fingers and cupped it.

"Where's my prize?"

There was no trophy, no podium, no medal.

But there was Art between your legs, slinging a knee over each shoulder like he might've been the real winner.

You'd never been inside the 'changing shed' behind the court, of course it was nicer than your actual home.

Your head made contact with the hard wood behind you, bench digging into your ass as you felt a hot mouth moving against the seat of your underwear.

Running your fingers through his hair, your gripped the ends of it- tugging him closer until you felt the flat of his tongue through the thin fabric.

Needy fingers tugged the ruined garment down your thighs, tucking him into the pocket of his shorts. You knew all too well that you'd never see them again.

You were sure Art would be seeing a lot of them.

His tongue ran up the split, one long stroke before you felt the curve of his nose press to your clit. The ridge of it moved as his tongue retreated back to your entrance.

With everything he had.

Your eyes had been rolling back in your head as you arched your back, the moment you were able to find a semblance of control- your gaze fell before you.

Naturally, Art was already looking up at you. Two hands splayed across each side of your hips as he pulled back to wrap his lips around your clit.

You couldn't help the hazy little smile on your face as you watched his eyes.

Utterly devotional.

The more you tugged on his hair, the hungrier he seemed. Pulling from the root seemed to spur him on, seemed to tell him 'good job' and he was responsive.

His tongue flicked beneath your clit, pressing it to his upper lip as he brought two fingers to your entrance. He stroked a couple times, making your hips twitch against him, before he sunk in to the last knuckle.

Turns out Art had a style about him. One he brought to the tennis court and, seemingly, to the floor of his changing shed.

The style was calculated.

Every move he made was engineered to get something out of you- a reaction, a whimper, a twitch. He was doing what he did best.

Playing a game.

Art struggled to do anything but win.

"Fuck- Mr. Donaldson."

"Art."

Even muffled against your cunt, you were good at following his orders. Even more so when he was the decider of your imminent orgasm.

You threaded your fingers in the sides of his hair, pulling his face flush against you so you could ride his mouth. Taking every last thing from him you could.

It drew the most pathetic moan you'd ever heard, straight out of his chest and hit you straight at your core. The burning coil tight within your stomach was unraveling quickly.

You heard the murmurings of words, among the blood rushing in your ears. Easing up just enough, you let him pull back to speak.

"Tell me this feels good, please."

Your chest thumped, the sight of Art helpless between your legs was one thing. Hearing him beg?

You might black out.

"Art- you feel so fucking good," Dragging him right back where you needed him, the tip of his tongue drove against your clit. "You're gonna' make me cum."

He whined.

A heady drawn-out sound that quite literally sent you over the edge. Your hips lifted off the bench, the heel of your foot digging into his back and making his whine turn into a whimper.

Your orgasm broke you apart until it felt like white-hot flame licking up your sides. Of course, Art never relented, drinking in everything you could give him- literally.

The moment you felt the peak begin to subside, the urge was ramping right back up. Like he knew what he was doing, his eyes locked back onto yours as he sucked at your clit.

He was going for gold.

A quick second orgasm hit, seemingly out of nowhere. Your thighs clenched around Art's head, his hands coming to each of them.

You relaxed yourself a bit, feeling like it might be too much- until you felt him pressing your thighs even harder to either of his ears.

Oh, ok.

Art Donaldson knew what he liked.

You physically had to push him off you, watching him fall back on his outstretched palms as you let yourself breathe for what felt like the first time.

Wet eyes, wet chin, chest rising and falling like he'd run a marathon- Art sat sprawled out before you like he'd stumbled upon an alter (he had).

Breathless, you gestured towards him. Your hand dropped a little as your eyes fell between his legs, wordlessly offering a deal.

A deuce.

His cheeks flushed, more so than they already were. His eyes fell an infinitesimal amount before he spoke up.

"Uh- I already have."

Of course he had. He makes that sound before he cums.

Instead, you heard him shuffle back onto his knees as he all but crawled towards you. He draped his upper half into your lap, head resting against the soft cotton of your skirt.

Coming off the other side of a high, the reality of your situation began to settle for you. Why they'd really called you here- what purpose you really served.

All you could do was gently stroke a hand across Art's head, feeling him go limp against you. Boneless, but not spineless.

He must've known you were going to speak, he must've heard the intake of breath or just felt you shift. He cut you to the chase- beat you to the punchline.

Art nuzzled his face further into your lap as you felt him mumble against your thigh.

"I can't lose- you."

i’m back in the fucking building again

the 4 of them at the same time

yk

The Batman (2022) dir. Matt Reeves

ROBERT PATTINSON as BRUCE WAYNE THE BATMAN (2022) dir. Matt Reeves

Robert Pattinson as Bruce Wayne

THE BATMAN ( 2022) — dir. Matt Reeves

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 '𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄'

. even though charlotte is a muggle-born witch, the sorting hat had considering placing the girl in slytherin and not gryffindor. charlotte had an ambition for everything she sought out for, along with her determination, no matter what task or problem was thrown at her, she has always been able to fight through it and find a soloution. but int he end it was her bravery, courage and unfortunately her recklessness that had her placed into the house of the lion. gryffindor she belonged in.

. growing up as a muggle, in a muggle town and muggle orphanage all there was to read and listen to was muggle produced pieces of art and literature. the book she still carried on her person to this day is her copy of 'The Princess Bride' she had re-read the book that many times that the binding was fragile and some of the pages were starting the crack at the seems. during her time at the orphanage in mermaid quay, it had been the only thing to bring her out of the reality of the hell she had been living in.

. during her fifth year she had asked remus lupin to adopt her. during her third year when remus was the dada professor the two had grown close, the professor being the only 'father' figure she had even known or had... she never got to properly meet her parents. remus had been aprehensive at first, but he did truly care about the girl like she was his own daughter. it had given him another sense of prupose. remus had to really think about it for a few weeks. and as her sixteenth birthday present had given her signed adoption papers.

. her first patronus was a thestral, the girl had found out what it was when she helped save sirius during their third year. her patronus was thestral partly because she had seen her parents be killed when she was an infant. that memory had been the only memory she had with her parents, it was neither good or bad. it had just been the only memory she could use that could help produce the patronus.

. since day one she has always been harry's biggest supporter, even with the stupid things he has done over the years. she stood by him when sirius black escaped from azkaban. she was the only person who believed him that he did not put his name in the goblet of fire, she had believed him that cedric had been killed by voldemort etc. she has been the only person to never leave him.

. she had hoped that harry would've asked her to the yule ball, she was more than disapointed when he did not. that had been the only time in the time that they had known one another that she had been avioding him delibretly. when fred had asked her to go, she had hoped it would make harry relaise that he wanted to go with her- so when he still did not ask she went with fred... their relationship developing into something more platonic.

. after the battle of the department of mysteries at the ministry of magic, charlotte never wore short sleevs around anyone again- not even in her own dormitory. during the battle at the minsitry herself and ron had been attacked by the brains in one of the many rooms, her shoulders, neck, chest and back had been scared deeply by the brains tentecles. even when herself and harry were daiting, it took her almost a year before she had allowed herself to be intimate with harry,

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 '𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄'

. during their sixth year harry had been made gryffindor quidditch captian, he had denied the position until professor mcgongall made himself and charlotte co-captains. she had been just as, probably even more devoted to the team than harry. for the first week and a half of their first term back at hogwarts for their sixth year, gryffindor did not have a captian. professor mcgonagall was that peeved off with harry and his childness that she had finally seen that not only harry, but the rest of the team wanted charlotte as their captain too.

. he had been too scared to ask charlotte to the yule ball, which resulted fred weasley to ask the girl to go as her date during their trip to hogsmeade village. charlotte had ended up wearing a beautiful blue dress that she had bought herself from gladrags wizardware with the money she had saved from working at honeydukes and the three broomsticks. harry was waiting by ginny weasley, his date for the ball. there were numerous gasps as charlotte entered the great hall. when harry laid eyes on her, his heart had skipped a beat, three times in a row. this was when he had realised that he had feelings for the girl- that weren't just platonic.

. harry is known to lose his temper, he had a short fuse at times and he did hate it for the most part. but whenever he would lose his temper around charlotte, no matter what the situation included he had always apologised to her for it, even though it may not have been directly aimed at her. he hated making her feel unsafe or scared.

. it took harry a long time to realise that charlotte was truly and utterly in love with him (he's oblivous), during their first lesson of the patronus charm with the DA, he patronus had been a thestral, it was the same animal when she had helped harry save sirius from the dementors in their third year. after the christmas break, when they resumed their lessons, harry had noticed that her patronus had turned into a stag, which was his patronus. this was when he truly understood how she felt and they were meant to be with one another.

. her entire life charlotte had struggled with eating, it had started when she had been bullied in the orphanage where she had grown up. her health was almost perfect- but then her best friend, her chosen brother had been murdered, she had fallen back into her old ways. causing the girl to lose a signifgant amount of weight throughout the summer holidays between their fourth and fifth year at hogwarts. harry had been the first person to notice, and he lost his temper at all of her other friend for noticing it sooner.

. although fred weasley had cheated on her, and charlotte wanted nothing to do with the boy. harry got extremely jealous whenever he would be near her. jealousy and anger. because fred never apologised for how he treated her, when charlotte had caught fred snogging with angelina johnson when they were together.

. he always carry spare hair ties in his school bag for her, due to charlotte always losing her own. he knew she liked her hair being out of her face at all times, either in a messy bun that sat at the bottom her head or a braid that she could put together in less than two minutes.

. before they started officialy dating harry always kept a spot next to him at great hall during meal times, he just always wanted to be around her. it did not become a prominent thing until their fourth year. charlotte had been one of the only people to believe harry that he did not put his name in the goblet of fire, neither asking one of the older students to do it for him. every meal they ate together, even during their study blocks, they had began to work with one another.

ABEYANCE: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏

Everything had changed, and not for the better. Voldemort had returned to his former glory, even if there were people who chose not to believe it. The Dark Lord had returned and no one was safe.

Charlotte's fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was nothing like she had anticipated. At the end of the summer, Charlotte joined the Weasley family, Hermione, Harry and the Diggory family to the Quidditch World Cup. She had always had an inkling for the sport- so there was no way that she was going to pass on going to the event. But part of her wishes that she hadn't left the Longbottom household. Death Eaters had invaded the muggle grounds and tormented everyone around them- primarily the muggle caretakers and the muggle-born witches and wizards that were there for the World Cup.

Following the dreary events of the Quidditch World Cup it was announced to the students of Hogwarts that the school would be hosting a legendary event, the Triwizard Tournament. The tournament in itself was a whirlwind of an experience, even if you were chosen by the Trizard Cup to compete. It was also that Charlotte had experienced her second bout of heartbreak and loss. She had witnessed the death of her dear friend, Cedric Diggory.

She had known the Diggory boy since her second year at Hogwarts, two Slytherin boys by the names of Vincent Crabbe and Gregg Goyale had spent their entire afternoon tormenting the muggle-born witch, chasing her around the castle in between classes. Cedric had seen the young witch rush past him in the corridor, he was almost about to write her up for running recklessly in the corridor but once he had seen what she had been running from- he had decided to give the punishment to the two Slytherin boys instead.

Cedric was in his fifth year and was the prefect for the Hufflepuff House. Luckily he had been able to catch up to the three younger teenagers before Crabbe or Goyle could do anything more to the young witch. He had yelled at the two boys for harassing Charlotte, sending them both to Professor McGonagall with a note explaining what had happened. He had sent the two Slytherins to McGonagall because he knew that Professor Snape would do nothing about the matter.

Before leaving he had made sure that she was okay, asking more than once if she needed to go to the hospital wing to go and see Madam Pomfrey, Charlotte ensured him that she was okay. From that moment forward he had seen her in the light of a younger sister, he had grown to be protective of the girl.

Her brother, her protector of sorts was killed in cold blood by Lord Voldemort and both Harry and Charlotte were witnesses. Although Charlotte was not there in person, she had still seen the murder happen. It had become more prevalent for Charlotte to have bouts of what she thought were visions. But she did not think about it all too much, she just wished that someone would obviate the moment from her memories forever.

Cedric had been called a 'spare' within the last few seconds of his life, and Cedric Diggory was far from a spare. The Hufflepuff champion was brave and loyal to a fault. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time and had become a causality of the second wizarding war.

She had remembered it so clearly, everything had seemed to turn black in her mind, both Nora and Anromdea talking to one another. Not noticing that Charlotte hadn't said anything for a few minutes- but that was nothing out of the ordinary, it had been a custom for Charlotte to daze out of conversations that she was a part of. She had seen her close friend killed and then she had been brought back to reality.

Charlotte got to her feet quickly, getting down to the grass just seconds before Harry returned with Cedric's dead body in his hands.

"He's back! He's back!" Harry's hollow screams could be heard throughout the entire Quidditch pitch, it was etched into her brain the contortion of permanent pain that was plastered on Harry's face as he wailed over his dead friend. Nora and Ron were quick to Charlotte's side. Ron had pulled his friend in for a comforting hug while Nora just held her hand, the tears did not leave her eyes though, she never cried.

Along with the permanent memory of Harry's wails of pain that was etched into her brain, the same noises from Amos Diggory were there too. Not only had he lost a child, but he had also lost his only child, his only son. How was one meant to react after that?

***

Every single Hogwarts, Durmstrung, and Beauxbatons student along with their respective professors were gathered in the Great Hall, they were all in mourning for the loss of the Diggory boy. Charlotte looked ahead and saw Headmaster Dumbledore sitting in his golden chair, the same one he has had since he became Headmaster.

The look on Albus Dumbledore's face was unreadable, which was not unusual but in a moment like this it did not make anyone feel better than they were already feeling.

A memorial was held for Cedric at the end of the school term, no matter the relationship everyone had with Cedric, they all felt the pain. Cho Chang had lost a boyfriend she had come to love, the Hufflepuff House had lost a leader and dear friend, and Charlotte had lost a brother, the only brother she had ever had.

Albus Dumbledore's forehead rested on the palm of his hand briefly as he tried to conjure the words to speak to the children and professors sitting in front of him. It had been a week since Cedric had been murdered, and he still did not know what to say.

"Today we acknowledge a really terrible loss." Headmaster Dumbledore's words were strong as they left his mouth, he was trying to be strong for everyone. "Cedric Diggory was as you all know, exceptionally hard working, intricately fair-minded. And most importantly a fierce fierce friend." The great wizard stood from his chair, walking closer to where the students were. His own frailed fingers inserted with one another as he stood there.

"I think therefore you have the right to know exactly how he died." Charlotte's breath hitched as Dumbledore continued to talk, in this moment she felt someone's head rest on her shoulder. It was Hermione, her Gryffindor cloak now being covered by Hermione's curly hair. Dumbledore moved further, now standing where his podium was. His hands still fidgeting among themselves.

"You see, Lord Voldemort murdered Cedric Diggory. The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this. But not to do so, I think, would be an insult to his memory." Dumbledore continued to talk. This would be the first time that Charlotte would cry about Cedric's death. The past week had felt like a blur to the girl, going from class to class, trying to get through the days, ignoring the stares she would receive from the rest of her peers.

Albus Dumbledore's words started to drift from her mind as she started to go numb, she no longer felt the weight of Hermione's head on her shoulder, the only thing she felt was pain, excruciating pain.

That was when she felt a hand grab her left one, she looked to her left slightly to see that Harry had reached his bruised hand to grasp her freckled one tightly. He did not look at her, nor did he say anything either. Soon enough their fingers had interlaced with one another. He knew that she needed the comfort. He understood the pain she had been going through the past week, more so than anyone else in the Great Hall itself.

At the end of the school term in 1995 Harry Potter was named the Triwizard Champion, even though in Charlotte's eyes there would always be two champions of the 1995 Triwizard Tournament. Cedric Diggory had lived a short-lived life, but she would make it known how brilliant of a champion and friend he was

***

The school term had ended, and it was time for Charlotte to return to the Longbottom household. She had been living with Neville, Nora (his twin sister), and their grandmother, Augusta.

Albus Dumbledore had explained to Augusta Longbottom that it was no longer safe for Charlotte to return to the Orphanage in Mermaid Quay. She needed to be living within a magical household. When Augusta Longbottom first met Charlotte, she had been quite apprehensive, but once she had seen the bond and friendships she had developed with her two grandchildren- she knew she had to say yes. 

The summer break of 1995 was spent in bed for Charlotte Carter, she had no family left in this world. That was taken away when Cedric had been murdered. The only time she had been through something like this was when she had lost Lady Marrowbone when she was younger, but that did not hurt her as much as this did. On top of all of the grief she had been going through, all of Harry's closest friends had been instructed by Headmaster Dumbledore to cease major contact with the boy over the summer break. And at first was hard for the girl to do, but she had gotten use to distancing herself from the people she loved so often that unfortunately it had become like second nature for her to do so. 

According to Dumbledore it was safer to keep Harry out of the know for everything that dealt with the Dark Lord himself, the wise wizard knew that Harry would drive himself insane if he had been receiving information- and not be allowed to do anything with it. It was safer for Harry to stay in the bubble of Little Whinging.

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore had given Charlotte one more order before he went into his bubble throughout the holidays. 

'You are to wait here until Moony sends you correspondence, if Mr. Potter sends you an owl, answer it to the best of your ability. however, do not speak of the dark lord although I know how terribly hard it will be for you to do so.' 

Charlotte had been wrapping the book she had gotten Harry for his fifteenth birthday; she had been able to buy it with the money she had been saving from working at honey-dukes over the past couple of summers and on the weekends during the school year.

"He Flew Like a Madman." She had seen Harry read through it a couple of times when they were at the Burrow, and he had been asking Ron about the book more and more, so she thought she would do the boy a favor and get the boy his copy of the book.

 "You have mail!" Nora Longbottom's voice rang out in a sing-song voice, making Charlotte chuckle at her friend. As Nora walked into their shared room, Charlotte closed the envelope that had Harry's birthday card in it, then turned to Nora to take two pieces of mail from her friend. 

"See, this." Nora points at Charlotte's desk, mainly towards the gift she had for Harry. "This does not look like 'I am completely over the silly schoolgirl crush I had on my best friend two years ago.' this shows. 'Harry I am so endlessly in love with you-" Before Nora could finish her sentence Charlotte had thrown the small pillow that was between the small of her back and the chair she was sat on. Nora caught the pillow and held it to her chest, inspecting the work that Hedwig had done to her fingers. 

"You better tell that git off though, Hedwig pecked the hex out of my fingers, I think either she is mad, or he told her to do it." Nora showed Charlotte her index and middle finger.

Charlotte took the letter out of the envelope and read what Harry had written to her.

"Lottie, I have been expelled from Hogwarts, they're going to take my wand.

There was a dementor attack, they tried to get myself and Dudley.

What on earth is going on? Please reply as quickly as possible. Harry."

Charlotte looked at Nora with worry in her eyes, this could not be good. 

"What on earth are they doing so far from Azkaban?" Nora questioned, watching as Charlotte ripped the envelope off of the second letter, she had received

"Charlotte, it is time you need to come to Headquarters now, we are on our way to go and get Harry from Privet Drive, but you need to be there before we are, it is for your safety. R. J Lupin." 

Charlotte read out Remus's messy calligraphy to Nora, both of them sharing the same worried expressions.

"I have to go, Nora. Now. Help me pack." The two girls got to packing everything that Charlotte would need, deciding that she would also pack her school trunk as well- not knowing how long she would be at the safe house. 

"Do you need me to come with you?" Said Nora. Charlotte shook her head. Nora looked at her friend with a concerned look.

"No, you need to stay here, with Neville and your grandmother, bless Neville but he's not the best for when it comes to defensive spells or protection, Nora." Nora let a stifled laugh out

"But what about you? You're a muggle-born witch, Lottie. God knows what is going to happen to you if something happens, please write to me to let me know that you're safe, I don't know what I would-"

"Nora!" Charlotte cuts her friend off with her words and by placing her hands on her shoulders. "Of course, I will let you know I am okay, I will let you know that the others are-"

"I just want you to be safe, please. You know what-" "Nora, please. Stop worrying, please. I will be fine."

***

She was underaged which meant that apparating out of the Longbottom home was a no-go for her, so the next best option was the floo network. Although she hated using the floo network she knew that using her broomstick while having to carry her school trunk and her rucksack would not go well in the air. It would also gain unwanted attention. 

Using the floo network would have to be one of the weirdest sensations that a witch or wizard would feel. She did not like how it felt like her own body felt like it was being ripped apart, even though it wasn't. But this would be the only way to get to everyone else. 

Nora and Charlotte looked at one another before Charlotte threw the floo power to the ground shouting '12 Grimmauld Blace' before she did so. Nora worried about her friend, in the back of her mind she had been thinking that this could be the last time she could see Charlotte and she would not know how to deal with that. 

With a loud CRACK! She had appeared in one of the two drawing rooms of the Black family home, this would be the first time that she visited the home, as she entered the drawing room via the fireplace she was met with the back side of a couch, she hit her face that hard on the rotten fabric that her nose started to please crimson coloured blood from her nose.

"Bloody hell." She said as she stood from the spot on the floor, after she had gathered her bearings she looked around the dark room, "That's just fantastic." She brought her hand to her nose feeling the blood run down the small distance from her nose to the edge of her chin.

"Lumos" She used the spell to light up the room she was in, the entire room was filled with cobwebs and unused furniture. No moving portraits are to be seen anywhere. She looked around for a door to exit the drawing room, the hopefully be able to find someone in that manner.

"AGH!" The scream left Charlotte's mouth, the loud crack had made her draw the wand from inside her leather jacket. Her other hand clutched to her heart, she looked behind her and saw both Fred and George Weasley standing there with wands in hand- they had passed their apperation tests... brilliant.

"You idiots! I could've jinxed the both of you!" Once she relaised she was safe, the girl put her wand back into the jacket, walked up to the twins, and brought them into a joined hug- both of them still giggling at the look Charlotte had on her face.

"We couldn't help it, Lottie." Said George, he had pulled away from the girl. Fred's body still lingered near Charlotte's though as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Mum told us you were coming, we knew we had to take the opportunity to scare you." Fred's words were followed by an infectious laugh, "Come on, Hermione is worried sick about you." Fred said once more. Picking up her bag from the ground below.

"Hold on, what happened to your face?" George said pointing at Charlotte's nose.

"Oh, that." She said feeling the blood that had already dried under her nose and the skin of her chin, "When I entered the drawing room, I hit my face on the couch there. I am all good, I just need to find a bathroom so I can get this blood off of my face."

***

"Charlotte!" Hermione essentially jumped on top of her friend, Hermione hadn't seen Charlotte since the last day of term. "Thank god you're okay!" She said as she hugged her friend.

"Why wouldn't I be okay, 'Mione?" Charlotte asked, hugging her friend back as she did she gave Ron a look, and he smiled back at her, not knowing what to say to her. "I am all good, it's Harry we should be worried about."Hermione pulled away from Charlotte's body taking a good look at her friend. It had been around two months since the last time either Ron or Hermione had seen the girl, and neither of them barely heard from the girl over the break. The only member of the Weasley family that received owls from the girl was Fred.

"They can't expel him can they?" Charlotte asked moving to where Ron was, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug- she had missed her friend.

"From what we heard Harry needed to use the spell, Dudley was with him." Said Ron, he was worried for his friend. "But the Ministry is so twisted these days that who knows what they'll do to Harry and Dumbledore." Hermione and Charlotte nodded in agreement.

Since the events that took place at Hogwarts last year, the Minister for Magic has been using all of his power to smear both Harry and Headmaster Dumbledore within the Daily Prophet. She had never liked the man, she had always known that he had been a coward and this was just proving her theory correct.

Along with the damnation of Harry and Dumbledore within the Daily Prophet, there had been whisperings about Charlotte. There were also some things that Dumbledore had sworn both Hermione and Ron to keep from Charlotte as well. And as much as Hermione hated lying to her closest friend, she knew that she could not defy any orders that came from her headmaster.

Cornelius Fudge had gotten into the ears of many Aurors, stating that Dumbledore had been hiding who Charlotte truly was, that she was a weapon of sorts. There was a reason why the Headmaster had been keeping it from her, he did not need her any more distracted than she already was.

"He is a git, we all know it. He is going to get us all killed because he cannot face the truth."

𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿

{ lottie, carter, potter's girl }

' don't you get it, look at me, potter. i am hideous. i am covered in scars from th- those things. stop looking at me like that! '

muggleborn

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𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

{ potter, the chosen one }

' if i get caught and you're free, you run. you do not look back, you run. i almost lost you once i am not going through that again. '

half-blood

𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐧 * 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 ' i do not know what to do, she hasn't stopped crying, where is harry. '

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬 * 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 ' one of us is going to die tonight and if it is me, so be it. '

𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐡 * 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐢 ' i miss them both every single day, but we have to move on. live our lives. '

𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 * 𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 ' i had no idea you were that into him, you never told me! '

𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭 * 𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 ' i do not get why professor mcgonagall didn't just make you co-captains. you both deserve it. '

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 * 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 ' you know for a smart person you're quite daft sometimes! why can't you see i don't just want to be your friend! '

𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 * 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 ' blood status doesn't matter, either way, you're always welcome here. you're family. '

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 * 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 ' i do not blame you for her death, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. '

𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐧 * 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 ' you remind me so much of lily every time i see and it pulls at something in my heart, you're meant to be with us Charlotte. you're a part of this fight too. '

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐬 * 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 ' i knew from the first day i met you at Hogwarts you were going to be a handful- but you joining the Order underage is something i never would have seen you do, you're not putting yourself in harm's way because you do not have 'parents' you're not putting yourself in harm's way. '

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭: 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐣 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 part 2

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨, 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜) / 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 <𝟑

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 two weeks since draco malfoy had thrown a diffindo curse at charlotte- and almost killed her, and with draco being well draco he got out of it scott free- with professor snape coming to his aid almost immediately. which made harry and the rest of their friend group furious more than anything. during this though there was one person who hadn't spoken to charlotte at all since the night in the forbidden forest and that was her slytherin friend, theodore nott. she had spoken about it to hermione, keeping both of their male counterparts out of the conversation- last thing any of them needed was having either ron or harry starting a fight with him in the corridors.

thursday afternoon meant that they had a double lesson of divination as their last two classes of the day. like always charlotte sat with hermione and nora- their friend andromeda had dropped the subject as quickly as she could. the only reason why charlotte stayed in this subject was so that she could understand the skill and talent of legilimens, which she found out about last year that she was indeed one. and had been for a while, it just took someone to push her over the edge for her brain to open to understand and see the rare ability she was born with.

a stifled chuckle left her lips as she watched harry and ron basically falling asleep at their table, nudging nora so that she could see their two friends not listening to a word that professor trelawney had to say to the class.

on the other side of the room however there was the slytherin boys, well some of them anyway and one of them was theodore nott. all she wanted to do was talk to him about everything that had happened that night, and to be honest. she was missing her friend.

"that is it my darlings!" professor trelawney announced to the class, clapping her hands together. "i will need your first set of astrological charts by the end of next week! till then. class dismissed." professor trelawney dismissed the class, theodore nott was the first one down the ladder, with charlotte close on his tail. she waited till both of the, descended the stairs before she started calling out his name.

"theodore!" she ran after him, he just kept his head forward not looking back at the girl. "theodore nott! you listen to me right now!" this was when she had a brilliant idea. she stopped in her tracked, prendted to feel pain in her abdomen just like how she would've looked when she had fallen back into fred's arms a fortnight ago. when he did not hear her voice, this was when he turned around and saw her leaning over in pain. he knew she was lying, he sighed and walked back to where she was. going along with the charade she was pulling. "charlotte?" she heard his voice, this was when she stood up properly, pulling him by the wrist towards the nearest alcove, where no one would be able to see them. "pull up your sleeve, now." she crossed her arms across her chest. theodore sighed. "now, nott." she looked at him with a stone-cold look on her face. the amused look on theodore's face was gone. he sighed and rolled up the sleeve of his cloaked right arm. she knew that she was not seeing things on that night, theodore nott had in fact had become a death eater.

"are you an idiot? are you stupid, you promised!" she said as she grabbed a hold of his arm, examining that mark he had on his arm, she had never seen one up close before. theodore stood there, saying nothing.

"this was pointless." she began to walk away, and he almost let her do so. he cursed at himself as he scratched the back of his head. he reached out now grabbing her small wrist. "are you going to talk or is just going to be-" "oh be quiet!" theodore spoke to charlotte, and she stopped talking. "let me explain, you weren't even meant to be there! you could have been killed, he almost killed you!" theodore's voice sounded stressed as she spoke to her, her heart sank when she saw the look on his face appear. he looked like he hadn't been sleeping well.

"it was either i become a death eater or you were killed, charlotte. i couldn't let him kill you. i like having you around too much." theodore laughed at his own words, and she slapped him across his chest. "that is not a laughing matter, theo! i appreciate what you did for me, but why didn't you tell me what was going on? we, i mean you me, potter and the rest of us could have figured something out!" her voice was strained as she spoke to her friend, the stress and anxiety that she felt was now making her abdomen hurt- for real this time round, making her fall back onto the wall behind her. "this is what i am getting at, charlotte." he spoke to her, holding a hand out in case she needed help stabling herself. "us being friends, it is going to put you in danger!" "theodore, my boyfriend is the chosen one, the boy who lived. i put myself in danger every day just by kissing him on the cheek. my life is in danger every single day by just being here in this school because of the dark lord!" she hissed at the boy.

theodore looked at his friend, he did not know how to answer, because he knew that she was right. charlotte, alongside harry was in danger. and she was every single day that she was alive.

voldemort wanted her on his side because of her abilities, but the dark lord knew he would never have her. as long as she lived.

"you do not get to dictate our friendship, theodore! you do not get to decided who is in my life! i know what the people have been saying! they have been saying since last year!" charlotte's words began to turn soft as she spoke to him. "you're my friend, and when it comes to it, i will make sure you're safe. you get that right?"

-

while charlotte was conversing with theodore nott, harry was looking for his own slytherin, draco malfoy. the slytherin boy had practically been in hiding for the past week after what had happened int he forbidden forest.

draco knew it was wrong to throw the curse at her, but he was trying to inpress his father. which he did fruitfully.

harry watched as draco walked into the boys lavatory, he looked ill like he hadn't slept in weeks, while that might be true, draco was also under another sort of pressure, he had been set with the task of killing the headmaster of hogwarts- albus dumbledore.

the gryffindor boy followed draco into the lavatory, making sure not to make any sudden movements.

last year the two boys had gotten into a physical fight over charlotte- but draco had deserved the punches that harry, george and fred threw at the slytherin boy. draco after all was a racist git at times, and the three gryffindor boys had heard enough of it.

"we all know what you did to her, malfoy." draco looked through the mirror that was in front of him, draco didn't look stressed or worried, he had been waiting for harry to make his move all week. "she deserved what she got." draco spoke, as soon as the words left the malfoy boy's lips harry threw a spell from his wand, making draco run for his life behind the side of the stalls. "you could have killed her!" harry's voice rang out once more, it was laced with tension and anger.

"i was to do it if nott didn't!" a huff left harry's mouth while a vile laugh left draco's. "that's right, potter! her dear friend, theodore nott was tasked with killing her." this piece of information, harry was never supposed to find out about.

"that is the only reason why he got close to her! so he could kill her and bring her to him." draco's head peaked over the side of the wall of the stall, his body recoiling as soon as he did so, harry was quick to throw yet another spell- just missing draco's hair. the spell ended up destroying the side of the stall.

"you're lying! unlike you, he is not a git." harry stalked his way over, draco had his back turned. and just like the previous year harry had the boy pinned to the ground, he began to throw punches at the slytheirn boy. "you go anywhere." punch. "near her again." punch. "and i will happily kill you myself."

harry got to his feet, leaving draco on the floor, he looked down at his knuckles they were already starting to bruise from the impact they had made to draco's face.

he did not even look back at the whimpering boy who was on the floor as he left the boys lavatory.

harry walked out of the lavatory as if nothing ever happened.

Pretty Boy

Harry Potter x fem!reader

WC: 563

CW: mentions of the Dursleys being neglectful; FLUFF

Summary: You love to make your boyfriend embarassed

Day 21 of mk's mad dash

Sadly, your boyfriend grew up without any affection from his family. So, it was no surprise that any affection he was shown was foreign to him. And, in some cases, maybe even a little embarrassing. You remembered the early days of your relationship- how even a peck on his cheek or a hug would make him blush furiously. With time, of course, he became more comfortable in your affection and even initiated it himself. Still, occasionally, you were able to bring back out his shy side, intentionally or not. 

In this instance, you were very intentional about trying to make your boyfriend blush. After he’d called you pretty girl a few weeks ago and left you a flustered mess, you were determined to get revenge. 

You decided to act completely unassuming, only throwing the term of endearment back in his face when he was most vulnerable and sweet in your arms. 

After a long Friday of classes, you brought Harry back to your dorm to cuddle and relax, simply enjoying one another’s presence. You snuck some food from the kitchens that now left you both feeling stuffed and satisfied. In your current position you were laying sprawled out, back on the bed and Harry nearly entirely on top of you.

In your post-dinner bliss, you two had gone mostly silent, reveling in each other’s company and touch. You absentmindedly ran your fingers through Harry’s wild black hair, pursuing a pointless mission of trying to untangle his curls. 

Your boyfriend’s face was buried in your neck, occasionally pressing gentle kisses to your skin when the urge presented itself. 

When your fingers made their way to the nape of his neck, Harry hummed softly against you.

“Feel good, Haz?”

“Yeah, baby. So good. Love when you play with my hair,” he sighed.

You pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, “Good. You deserve to be spoiled, you know.”

“Why? ‘Cos my parents are dead?” he mumbled.

To those who didn’t know your boyfriend, this type of comment would’ve left them floored. But for you, who was used to his dark humor, you only laughed disbelievingly, squeezing his arm chidingly, “Harry!”

“Well?”

You pressed another fond kiss against his skin, this time to his cheek, “You deserve to be spoiled because I love you and because you’re a sweet boy.”

Then more quietly you whispered, “my sweet boy.”

Harry raised his head from its home in your neck and pecked your lips lovingly, “love you, baby.”

You knew that now was the time to strike. 

“I love you too, my pretty boy.”

Your boyfriend’s face went from loving to embarrassed in seconds, his brown skin coloring red. 

He whined and buried his face back in your neck.

“What’s wrong my love,” you asked teasingly.

“You know what’s wrong,” he grumbled, “you did it on purpose.”

“Did what on purpose?”

Harry looked back up at you, the most adorable pout gracing his lips, “You called me…. pretty boy…. just to make me embarrassed.”

“I said what I meant,” you answered honestly, “though the teasing was a benefit.”

Your boyfriend continued to pout at you, “I hate you.”

“You love me,” you reminded him, “Otherwise you wouldn’t feel so embarrassed right now.”

“Fine,” he huffed, rolling his eyes, “Whatever you say, pretty girl.”

And damn him, because now you were the one left a blushing mess.

compliments

harry james potter x fem!reader

summary: on the train ride back home for christmas break ron dares you to find out what harry likes about you

established relationship

warnings: it’s the awkward lavender train scene … so be prepared, unbreakable vow is mentioned, sad hermione :( year 6!

word count: 1.3k

a/n: this was the scene i came up with that made me decide i wanted to write for harry and turn it into this small interconnected series lmao. i love writing my oc’s into existing book/movie scenes, so pls lmk if you do so as well, and if you do; my requests are open<3

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you, ron and harry had settled into an empty compartment on the train back to london for christmas break. your legs were crossed by the ankles as your eyes glided over the words carefully written down in the book you’d been reading for a few days now — not that you were actually processing what they said though, since your friends’ conversation took care of being a constant distraction.

“unbreakable vow?” ron leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “you’re sure that’s what snape said?”

“positive. why?” harry leaned against the window, his eyes focused on the red haired across from him. the latter looked down in thought, “well, it’s just you can’t break an unbreakable vow.”

a soft sigh, barely noticeable, escaped your lips as you dog eared the page you were on. you were fairly sure you wouldn’t be able to pick up any information if the pair continued talking.

“i’d worked that much out for myself funnily enough.” harry spoke causing you to let out a light chuckle. the pair turned to you at the sound and ron’s brows were raised as if he was waiting for you to say something. your head gave a small shake, “nothing… please, continue.” you smiled as you looked at them; wanting to hear their thoughts.

ron slowly turned his head back to harry, “it’s just that…” the rest of the sentence never came, as ron looked deep in thought. you kept your eyes on him for a moment longer before resting them on harry, “unbreakable vows are incredibly dangerous.”

harry, who was sat beside you, sat up a bit straighter at your words, “are they?”

“yeah, mate.” ron breathed out, “you don’t understand…” but before he could continue the presence of someone outside the compartment caught his attention, “oh, bloody hell.”

you followed ron’s line of sight and when you saw lavender brown behind the glass door you immediately closed your book, incredibly curious what’s to happen. her exhaling on the glass, along with the movement of her finger drawing an outrageously big heart on the condensed part of the door, caused you to press your lips together — having to try your utmost best not to laugh.

“no!” you whispered, turning your head to look at harry, who was busy distracting himself while lavender continued drawing an ‘r’ and ‘l’ in the middle of the heart. it made it even harder for you to suppress the laugh bubbling up in your throat when harry mindlessly pulled the armrest out of the train seat, only to push it back in not even a second later.

eventually you dared to look back at the door, just in time to catch lavender exhale one last time against the glass; clarifying the heart and message she’d drawn. you watched — your eyes still wide and lips still pressed together — as she breathed out an exasperated ‘i miss you’ before turning to leave.

the second she’d left you turned to look at the two boys sat across one another, and when harry uttered — deadly serious — ‘lovely’, you couldn’t help but let the laughs escape your lips, “oh my god.”

ron shook his head, “all she wants to do is snog me.” he leaned closer towards harry, “my lips are getting chapped.” his finger moved up to point at his lips, “look.”

while the red haired moved closer, harry tried to dodge his face, “i’ll take your word for it.”

“i don’t get how you two do it.” ron sighed as he sat back, but after a short second he crossed his arms, “now that i think about it,” he squinted his eyes as he observed the couple that sat across him. “i’ve never even seen you snog.”

“i mean, we don’t really do it in front of—“

however, before harry could finish his sentence you sat up straight and cut him off, “i still can’t believe you two are together, honestly.” your hands were curled around your book, which had been laying abandoned on your lap for the entire interaction. ron sat back, “is it really so hard to believe that i have a girlfriend?”

“no.” you shrugged, “she just doesn’t really seem like your type, now does she?”

“my type??” ron’s brows raised, “i don’t have a type.” he slumped down in his seat. you playfully raised your brows at his words, “alright, what do you like about her then?”

ron swallowed, resting his head against the backrest in thought. when you glanced at harry you could tell he was confused on why you were interrogating your friend by his slightly squinted eyes and furrowed brows. you shrugged, “what? i don’t know her that well, really. i’d just like to know.”

a harsh sigh from ron pulled your attention back to him. in the meantime he’d closed his eyes and after another long silence he looked back at you and harry, “i guess she’s quite nice?”

your mouth fell open at his words, “she’s quite nice?” you blinked before looking at harry who just shrugged his shoulders. a scoff fell from you lips as you put your attention back on the red haired, “ron, if you’d had genuine feelings for her, i’d imagine you would be able to come up with a lot more than just guessing she is quite nice?!”

he crossed his arms, “it’s pretty difficult actually, why don’t you ask harry what he likes about you, hm?”

you rolled your eyes once more before sighing, “sure.” after carefully placing your book beside you, you turned slightly in your seat so your body was facing your boyfriend, “harry, what do you like about me?”

the brunette glanced between you and his best friend, “what?!” he shook his head, “i’m not doing this, alright? this is your discussion.” his eyes landed on yours and when you raised your brows at him — waiting for an answer — he sighed, “fine.”

he sat up slightly straighter before speaking up again, “for starters, you’re incredibly kind. not only through words, but through actions, also. you’re always there for me, ready to help with … anything, really. not only after we started dating, but when we were just friends, too, and even when you barely knew who i was, in our third year.” when harry saw a soft smile starting to form on your lips he felt encouraged to continue.

“you’re funny, doesn’t really matter if you try to be, but you make me laugh. you’re also an amazing storyteller; the one about the four siblings in their fantasy world, that one’s great.” a soft chuckle fell from your lips at the memory of you telling harry the story from your childhood. “and i really like it when you play with my hair, helps me relax when—“

“bloody hell, you’re aggravatingly cute together, the two of you.” ron cut harry off before he could continue his list.

your eyes stayed on harry for a moment longer, the smile still evident when you eventually turned to look at ron, “proved my point, don’t you think?” but the red haired slightly shook his head and mumbled under his breath, ‘whatever.’

in the corner of your eye you noticed hermione walking up to the door to your compartment. however, when you turned around — ready for her to walk in — she stopped in front of the drawing lavender had made on the glass only a moment earlier.

your heart sank for her, knowing how much she liked ron, and when she immediately stalked off without even saying hello your smile dropped. you quickly glanced at your friends before standing up and opening the compartment door, “i’m going to talk to her. i’ll be back in a moment.” you spoke, slipping through the opening before closing the door behind you and following hermione.

“that was … weird.” ron muttered and after a moment of awkward silence harry turned to his best friend, “so what happens to you? what happens if you break an unbreakable vow?”

“you die.”

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SOUNDTRACK // stardust, zayn

TAGLIST // @callsigncrushx @moonjellyfishie @pussyslayerhd @accio-mayachhiato @ezrafrss @iyskgd

stolen kiss between classes

pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, teasing, drabble

a/n: english is not my native language so sorry if there are any mistakes.

You were walking to your next lesson when a warm hand suddenly grabbed yours, pulling you into a quiet alcove just off the corridor.

Before you could even process what was happening, you found yourself face-to-face with Harry Potter.

“Harry!” you hissed, heart racing. “I’m going to be late!”

“So am I,” he whispered, not looking the least bit concerned.

You narrowed your eyes. “Then what exactly are we—”

Before you could finish, Harry leaned down and pressed a quick, soft kiss to your lips. Your thoughts immediately short-circuited. It was so sweet, and completely unfair.

By the time you processed what had just happened, he was already grinning like an idiot.

“There,” he said casually, as if he hadn’t just stolen the breath from your lungs. “Now you can go to class.”

You stared at him, still stunned, flustered, and definitely blushing.

“You planned that,” you accused, poking his chest.

Harry only shrugged, looking very pleased with himself. “I saw an opportunity.”

“You ambushed me!”

“Technically, yes.”

You huffed, trying to glare at him, but your lips were already betraying you with a smile. “You’re impossible, Potter.”

Harry grinned, leaning in just enough that his nose brushed against yours.

“You love it,” he murmured. And he was absolutely right.

Before you could retaliate, the distant sound of a professor clearing their throat snapped you back to reality.

Your eyes widened. “I have to go.”

Harry smirked. “See you later, love.”

You quickly turned away, trying to walk as if your knees weren’t made of jelly.

Harry Potter was going to be the death of you.

you’re one of those girls that’s always batting your eyes at Harry. not cause he’s the chosen one, just cause he’s hot. he tells you Luna fixed his broken nose and you say somethin cute like “aww thank god, wouldn’t wanna mess up that face!!” and he gets all flustered and kinda stutters a little bit and then says “yeah.. uh yeah.. thanks? thanks.” you’re making his no-longer-broken nose a whole thing. you’re doting on him, dabbing blood off of his face with a cloth in the common room bathroom. you’re just really close to eachother’s faces on accident and the real mystery of the day is who kissed who first? doesn’t matter, y’all are kissing. his blood is on your face but it doesn’t slow either of you down. his hair is so soft when you tangle your fingers through it. whatever. you’re making out with Harry Potter while blood is dripping down his face and you’ve imagined kissing him sooo many times but it still manages to be better than you thought it would be, and he’s shocked it’s happening at all cause you’re so hot. when you guys pull away and he sees the little smear of blood across your lips and nose he’s profusely apologizing knowing damn well he’s just getting harder the longer he looks at you. he’d never tell you that, though

bonus, he’s lamenting to Ron later: “what the hell was i s’posed to say? aye, you look bloody hot with my blood all over your face? she’d think i was stark raving mad!” and Ron’s going “you never know what birds are into these days, mate” shaking his head and shrugging

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭: 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐣 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 part 1

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭- 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝... 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞? 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜) / 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 <𝟑

𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 charlotte loved more than anything it was brilliant adventure and mystery and that is what charlotte carter, a sixth-year gryffindor student was up to right now. during potions class earlier in the day, she had heard her close friend theodore nott talking with some of his slytherin peers about meeting up in the forbidden forest after curfew that night, and when he hadn't said anything about it to her, she became curious. obviously, charlotte knew about theodore and his family, his father was one of lord voldemort's most valued followers, and when she got to know the boy it made her realise that he had grown up to be nothing like his father- or so she thought. after her dear friend cedric diggory had been killed she had theodore had befriended one another during their defense against the dark arts class, as they sat next to one another for the majority of the term.

charlotte looked around her dormitory to see that the other four girls were fast asleep, the girl was still dressed in her school uniform from the day and had pretended to go straight to be as soon as they all reached the dormitory after the evening feast that night. quickly, but silently she picked up her wand and the marauders map that she had been able to pinch off of harry during their history of magic class, the dulcet tones of professor binns had the teenage boy almost asleep in the chair next to her- she hated stealing and lying to her friends, but if she had gotten hermione, ron, harry or even her dear friend andromeda involved, she knew that she would have a much harder time finding out what and where theodore were going.

a hiss left her mouth when the timber flooring beneath her feet creaked, thank-merlin that none of the other girls had awoken from her movements. although she knew that she would be back with her friends in no time, she looked over them as if it was the last time she would be seeing them. in the world that they all lived in today, you never knew what could happen or who was lurking around a showed corner.

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 able to get past both professor snape and professor mcgonagall on her way out of the castle, she yelled at herself in her mind for not also taking harry's invisibility cloak as well- the disillusionment charm almost giving her presence away to the ghosts that were doing their rounds of the castle during the night time.

the entire time she had made her way out of the castle it felt like she did not breathe more than once, she exhaled with exaggeration once she had made it outside into the autumn air. She used the wand in her hand to exit from the disillusionment charm she had used to mask her body, pulling the marauders map out from her back pocket and looking for either theodore nott or unfortunately draco malfoy.

the girl was about to give up and call it a night but then a name caught her eye. the name of lucius malfoy appeared on the map, now she knew she needed to be there. she needed to hear and see what on earth the death eaters were doing on hogwarts grounds.

it was more than likely stupid for charlotte to be doing this, a muggle-born witch entering a dark and scary forest with a bunch of pure-blood, blood-status raging wizards. she was going to be safe as soon as she made here foot off of the brick of the castle she adored so much.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 where the map had shown theodore and the rest to be, keeping herself hidden with the disillusionment charm once more. she had found herself hidden behind the stump of an old oak tree. she could clearly see mr. malfoy and the rest of the dark lords' most loyal followers, most of whom had students at hogwarts.

from where charlotte was crouching down she could see theodore perfectly, he looked like he was in distress. which was not normal for the boy. he always had a smirk plastered onto his face at all times, and this was when she watched him pull up the sleeve of his black cloak. a dark mark had been branded onto his arm, this was it he had joined his father within voldemort's ranks. yet again she had lost someone close to her because of the dark lord. she could feel warm tears run down her face as she continued to look at theodore, his face tried to hide the pain he was in. he didn't want to do this, he wasn't like his father or the cronies that followed around draco malfoy. her body had been engulfed with so much stress that she had lost concentration on the charm that had been protecting her from the death eaters in front of her. this meant that the guards who were on watch spotted her, she had't noticed the man come up behind her and pick her up off of the ground, making her drop both her wand and the map.

"let go of me you git!" Her voice could be heard, theodore and the rest of the death eaters looked up in the direction from where charlotte's voice could be heard. "let go of me!" "well isn't this just delicious?" mr. malfoy could be heard, theodore's eyes were stuck on charlotte's body as fenrir greyback carried her to where he was. "isn't this one of your classmates?" mr. malfoy looked at his son. draco only laughed before answering his father. "i have nothing to do with this, mudblood." when the word left this son's mouth, mr. malfoy knew who it was that fenrir greyback had brought to them.

"oh." mr. malfoy looked at his son with a devious smile. he watched as charlotte was thrown onto the ground below, landing right in front of theodore. he did not know how to react, he wanted to scream to allow charlotte to find out what he had done. when he had done this all for her. "whatever shall we do with her?" mr. malfoy looked at the older men of the group, and they all laughed at mr. malfoy's words. "i do believe his lordship has been looking forward to meeting this one." mr. malfoy crouched down to her level, both sets of blue pupils meeting. "you created quite a stir at the end of last year didn't you?" he reached his hand out to grab a hold of her chin, charlotte moved her face so that he could not touch her. "look at me when i talk to you girl!" all charlotte did was turn her face back to look at mr. malfoy, taking a moment before spitting right in his face. she had nothing nice to say to the man. after all, he was the one who made her an orphan. "you insolent mudblood!" mr. malfoy got to his feet, wiping the wetness from his face and taking his wand out from the cane he held so closely to him. "i am going to make you suffer, just as i made your hideous and dirty parents did."

she gave theodore a pleading look, but they both knew that he could do nothing, or he would risk getting himself or even both of them killed if he tried anything. "crucio!" the curse left mr. malfoy's wand, the red-headed gryffindor was now on the ground, groans and belts of pain flew from her mouth as the red sparks that came from mr. malfoy's wand wrapped around her body. "crucio!" mr. malfoy allowed the spell one last time to hit the girl. this would have to be one of the worst things she had ever experienced in her life, and she had broken almost every major bone in her body. "theodore, theodore! help me!" she could not help but call out for her friend, mr. malfoy and mr. nott looked at the teenage boy, his eyes were still fixated on the girl on the ground. her body still shaking from the pain that mr. malfoy had caused her. "tell me you're not friends with this... with this impure half-breed!" mr. nott's voice could now be heard as he stormed over to his own son. theodore did not know what to do or how to answer, that was when he looked at fenrir greyback, who had a hold of both charlotte's wand and the map she had used to find him.

"i have no idea who this is." theodore lied, the look that was now on her face made theodore want to break. "well, why then does she know your name? how did she find where we were?" nott senior questions his son once more. "i have no idea- expelliarmus! charlotte run!" theodore threw both her wand and the map back to charlotte, she barely had enough time to catch the items and make a run for her life.

charlotte ran through the trees back to the castle, making sure to hide as much as she could. "potter ain't here to save you!" draco's voice could be heard, he was trying to taunt her and it was not going to work, not this time. "go to hell malfoy!" she looked back briefly as the spell bombarda flew from the end of her wand, bringing up soil and rocks to fly up into his face. "you're going to pay for that you filthy mudblood!" draco chased after her, with theodore running after draco. to make sure that he wouldn't hurt charlotte. she had her body plastered to the side of the tree, the only source of light was from the full moon above them in the sky, the thoughts and memories of her summer with remus running through her mind. this could be it, this could be the night she died.

when charlotte thought it was okay for her to move she did so, taking a few steps before another spell had hit her body. "diffindo!" this made charlotte stop in her tracks, looking down at her body, she could not see the damage but she knew it had been done. "run charlotte! go!"

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𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 it back to the castle, not even caring who saw her at this point, she needed to get to dumbledore and tell him what had happened in the forest. she pushed the main doors open and walked through to where the central hall was, slowly but surely making her way back to the gryffindor common room.

"dilligrout." she spoke the word to the portrait of the fat lady in front of her, she nodded and opened up the portrait allowing the girl to walk through- she would be the one to notify dumbledore about her condition. as she entered the gryffindor common room charlotte was quick to take off the blood-soaked robes she had on. making her stagger slightly. "hello?" she looked up and saw someone coming down the stairs from the dormitories. "harry? is that you?" she called out weakly, but her demise it was snot harry who walked down it had been her ex, free weasley. "lottie!" free basically jumped down the last set of steps and rushed to her side "what on earth happened?" as he reached her he could see the red seeping through her white button-down shirt. "Oh my god, we need to get you to the hospital wing now." "fred, what is going on?" he looked up and saw harry now standing there. "harry." the word left her mouth and she fell back into fred's arms, passing out as she did so.

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𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 charlotte still hadn't woken up from the slumber she had fallen into, the curse that draco had thrown at her had cut her stomach that deep that even madam pomfrey needed to call in another set of hands from st. mungo's hospital. everyone was worried about her.

harry hadn't left her side, the two might as well be together at this point. they had been staggering over one another since their third year. and everyone was just becoming annoyed at the fact that they were not officially together

he had been a mess, harry never wanted to see her in that state ever again.

"come on lottie, we need you," harry said as he sat there next to her. madam pomfrey had been able to give her a calm agent for the time that she had been out and asleep.

"hermione is starting to drive us all crazy, i do not think she has left the library once since you have been out of it. but i think fred and andromeda have taken it the worst. i miss you." a sigh left the boys mouth as he looked at her, he was just hoping for a twitch in her face, or a smile. "i miss your laugh, and honestly just miss having you around, lottie." a sigh left his mouth when he did not have a response from her, he squeezed her hand one more time before picking up his bag and began to leave her for the day so he could get to his first class of the day. "damn potter, didn't know you were such a softy." the words left her mouth, he had never moved as quickly as he did. the small distance was closed by harry as he hugged her, a huff left her mouth a long with a tiny giggle. "can't... breathe... need... air." her voice staggered, harry let go of her. their faces being inches a part, this always seemed to be how they would end up, faces merely apart but nothing ever came from it. and it was starting to drive her crazy.

"what can i say, i like have you around." harry spoke, pushing up his glasses further as he did so. "you going to kiss me or what, potter?" her words were confident. "what?" he moved further away from her slightly, god he was so clueless for when it came to girls. especially charlotte. "i almost died, harry. i think it' the least i deserve." and there it was, the magic word 'harry.' she rarely called him harry, no one knew why, not even charlotte. she just like calling him by his last name. so when she used his first name, he knew that she was serious. "are you sure?" harry questioned her, she rolled her eyes. "we have been stumbling around one another since we were thirteen, i think it's about time we put all of those awkward teenage feelings and just bite the bullet. harry when i was out there the only person i thought of was you. you're it for-" he did not need to hear the rest of what she had to say, both of his calloused hands cupped her hands delicalty, not wanting to harm her in any form. and after many, many yearsharry could now say that he was kissing the love of his life. the fact that it had taken her to almost being killed for him to realise that this is how he felt made him feel like an idiot.

"also next time, just ask for the map. you knew i would've said you."

In my humble opinion

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄!!

the name is bloom, and if you have traveled over from my old blog- @stttarkeys then welcome. that account is no longer in use (i cannot remember the password for the account which is why I have been unable to delete the account)

although i love all things outerbanks, greys anatomy, stranger things etc this account will primarily be for my love of harry potter and the world surrounding it.

WARNING!! there will be spoilers for some of my books on this blog- so please do not be upset with me if anything is spoiled for you in any capacity. this has been your first and final warning :)) my current works are...

𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 -> harry potter x charlotte carter (oc) 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 -> steve harrington x princess henderson (oc) 𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒 -> jj maybank x juliette schuyler-jones (oc) 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 -> eddie roundtree x serena grace (oc)

books to be released

fred weasley x female oc cedric diggory x female oc bucky barnes x female oc sebastain sallow x female oc

anyway... enjoy the new blog

as always, with love.

bloom <33