This Made Me Smile So Big. Thank You For Being So Kind And Helpful To Me, It Means So Much!! Youre One

this made me smile so big. thank you for being so kind and helpful to me, it means so much!! you’re one of my favourite blogs and are one of the inspirations for starting this one <3

Could you recommend any good writers on Tumblr? It would be great if you wrote also reason you like them.

oh god can i!!! i have so many favorite writers on here that it’s difficult for me to narrow it down to a list and i’ve been putting off answering this as i’m afraid of leaving them out. i made a post like this a while back, but without any explanation as to why. i’m not going to do it for all the writers because for some they don’t go beyond just “i liked a fic they wrote”, but there is a select list of writers that i am obsessed with!!

here’s my list of writers that i follow very, very closely:

@silversslytherin - she has an amazing aesthetic going and has a knack for writing up normal requests in a fresh and unique way. her gifs are always so artfully picked and her smut is really good, 100% recommend. you’ll fall in love with any character that she writes, even if you didn’t have a crush on them before.

@eltanin-malfoy - whooaaa boy this blog is the chanel of draco x reader writing. she puts a lot of effort into keeping draco canonically honest and knows her stuff. i swear whenever i read her imagines i feel like i’m reading work from a published novelist that just decided to take a swing at fanfic writing.

@war-sword - i’ll always hold a very special place in my heart for this blog as it’s the one that inspired me to start mine! her fic “needy” is absolutely unmatched. her draco in ilvermorny exchange is my favorite thing in the entire world wtf. protect him and her blog at all costs. it’s the loveliest stuff you’ll ever read.

@socontagiousimagines - make sure you don’t start reading her stuff on a busy day, because if you do, you’re not gonna get anything done. when i first discovered her blog i devoured her entire masterlist in one sitting, and while it took a part out of my day that i could never get back, i was very satisfied. her draco is fucking adorable and snarky and everything that he should be and ohhffsjkfweoifjf her work just makes me MELT and i’m speechless

@acciodracoo - this blog is RESPONSIBLE for all those nights i spent staying up way too late reading random fic. i used to hate college aus until i read hers, and i’ve been hooked on her writing ever since. i love love love how reasonably she builds her writing. you, the reader, never feel like the reader insert is doing something a reasonable person wouldn’t and overall she’s just very, very talented at what she does. absolute QUEEN of slowburns 

@okaymalfcy - she wrote one of the best draco x ravenclaw!readers i have ever had the pleasure of reading. hit! her! masterlist! up! i promise you won’t regret it. she has a knack for writing intimate scenes that i can’t help but admire as a fellow writer.

@lilyreachelcassidy - this is your stop for sweet and heartwarming imagines! she does have some angstier ones, but my personal favorites are the ones where draco is already dating the reader. i think that she’s the youngest writer i’m recommending here, but she shows a maturity in her writing that’s rare. check her out!!!

@hufflepuff-writings - if you want both your mind and eyes to be pleased, check this blog out. the aesthetic is just breathtaking and her writing deserves loads of attention. her imagines just make you feel so warm and touched and ugh she puts a lot of work into it and it translates! take my word for it, she’s definitely worth a try!

okay, those are all that i can think of right now. if you aren’t on here, then i’m so so sorry! these are the blogs that i see the most often on my dash/have been mutuals with for a bit, so i remember them easier. 

for a longer and less wordy response to the ask, check out this post here! it’s my original list of writers that put out amazing draco imagines. 

happy reading!

polaroids [f.w]

word count: 1.7k

pairing: fred weasley x reader

warnings: angst, death.

a/n: felt like i needed to post something. just an idea i had :)

request: n/a

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a sigh escaped your lips as you rummaged through the old box you had stored in your bedroom. you had just arrived home after the end of your 7th year term, and you were sorting your things. the war was finally over, and finally for once in your life, things had started to feel almost normal. 

you were just getting through your final year, you did have to repeat it due to the horrors of your last year, where every corner you’d find a curse waiting to be thrown at you. you finished your exams with the grades you tried so hard to get and were happy with how things had gone.

until you received an owl a few days before you were due to return home, that you and your family were to move to america within the coming weeks. you hadn’t wanted to leave, but your parents assured you that leaving would be best for you, with all the traumatic experiences you’d faced. 

you lost the only person you loved in the war, yes, but you were managing well, with the help of your best and closest friends. you didn’t know how you would survive without them. 

besides that, you had grown up in england, in this very house, and with every bit of decoration being placed in various boxes, you felt your childhood being picked apart piece by piece. 

it was hard for you, having had some of your best memories in the old building. which is why when you stumbled upon a dusty, yet distinguishable box you vividly recalled, you couldn’t pull yourself from the urge to go through it. 

you pulled the box with you as you sat on the edge of your bed, gently lifting the lid and smiling as your eyes glanced over the contents. it was filled with polaroid pictures; a camera that was gifted from your muggle aunt, that you forced him to take pictures of you both with on multiple occasions. 

you ran your hand gently over the pile, your hand grazing a random one and picking it up, smiling fondly as you reminisced. 

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an 11 year-old version of yourself stood shakily in front of the brick wall, your heart racing. your mother ran briskly behind you, catching up to your small form quickly. glancing at her wrist, your mother cursed under her breath and grabbed your wrist, pulling you without warning through the passage to what would be your new home. 

the platform was quite intimidating, parents and children running here and there, scrambling to get onto the train. you bid your mother goodbye, and without much protest, found your way onto the train. 

being a first year student was hard, and you wanted to find yourself an empty compartment, rather than having to ask someone to sit with them and risk rejection. you found one quickly, pulling out your camera and a book and throwing your case above, relaxing in the seat.

your silence was only interrupted by the door flying open, and two identical redheaded boys who looked a few years older than you, sat down in front of you. you blinked in shock, when one of the two reached out a hand to you. 

“fred weasley. this is my brother, george. we’re third years. mind if we join you?” you took a second, before hesitantly taking his hand and shaking it, followed by george’s. 

“y/n l/n.” 

“say, what’s that?” george piped up, pointing to the polaroid sitting next to you. 

“it’s my camera, see!” you spoke enthusiastically, the pride of your camera overwhelming you. they seemed intrigued, so after a quick explanation, fred spoke up.

“could we take a picture together?” you looked at him, making sure he wasn’t messing around or making fun of you, but he seemed genuine. you smiled, agreeing. you slipped in between the two twins, fred taking the camera due to his longer arm, and you all posed as he snapped the picture.

a single tear slid down your cheek as you took in the memory, taking in a deep breath. that was only the first of many interactions you had with the weasley twins. a sad, yet meaningful chuckle escaped your lips. 

if only you had known back then how important those boys were going to be in your life, you would’ve gotten to know them better right then and there. sure, they were three years older than you, but they acted as though they were three younger.

laying the polaroid on your bed, you fished out another one. a picture of you, angelina, fred, harry and george; harry on george and fred’s shoulders, you tucked under fred’s free arm and angelina tucked under george’s. 

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you swiftly caught the quaffle, weaving your way through opposing players and an occasional bludger, the wind whipping gracefully through your hair. you caught sight of angelina, a fellow chaser, with an open shot, yet was undetected by the ravenclaws seemingly swarming you. 

with a quick dip and sharp turn of your broom, you effectively distracted your pursuers, easily throwing the quaffle to angelina, allowing her to score. this went on for another twenty or so minutes, before you finally heard the announcer call that harry had caught the snitch.

you all landed cheering, meeting your team in the middle of the field and embracing one another. you saw ron and hermione running up to you, your polaroid clutched tightly in hermione’s hands. 

as oliver gave his typical gloating speech and dismissed the team, hermione quickly called you all over to take a picture. the two gingers swiftly lifted up the chosen boy, and were quick to grab you and angelina as well, all of you smiling as hermione took the picture. 

she waited a few moments for it to process, looking at it with pride. you slid out of fred’s arm to collect the picture, pretending to judge it. 

“it’s perfect.” you affirmed. she beamed, and you glanced at up at your friends, exchanging smiles, and one noticeably larger smile to a special someone.

it was the simple memories like this that were your favourite. you didn’t need to worry about harry, ron or hermione getting themselves into trouble with the dark lord, these moments were the very few normal times where you could all just pretend there wasn’t a war looming over you, ready to happen at any given moment. 

you smiled, sorting through the rest of the polaroids until one in particular made your heart stop. you handled it with great delicacy, the tears now freely flowing as you looked at the beautiful image.

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you stood anxiously in your mirror, twisting and twirling in front of it in a feeble attempt to gain confidence. it didn’t work however, and you let out a frustrated sigh. hermione peeked her head out from the bathroom, giggling when she saw the state you were in. 

“y/n, you look amazing. stop worrying so much!” 

you frowned at her, “hermione, look at you, then look at me! i don’t even compare.” you huffed, and she sighed. 

“you know that’s not true, and besides, fred is going to love it.” 

at this, you tensed. “hermione, we’re just friends.” you muttered, your cheeks flushing. the original plan had been for you to go as friends along with george, but he’d finally mustered up the courage to ask out angelina. 

instead of letting it get to you, you and fred agreed to go just the two of you. 

specified only as friends, of course. which meant it wasn’t a date, but hermione seemed to not be able to get this idea out of her head. “mhm.” she waved you off, re-entering the bathroom to finish off her look for the extravagant night. 

when you were both finally ready, you stepped down the stairs together, giggling as excitement bubbled in your chest. hermione was meeting krum at the entrance to the ball, so you told fred to meet you there as well. 

together, you made your way to your dates, and a foreign feeling of nerves washed over you as you quietly replayed hermione’s words in your head. you bit your lip as you turned the corner, smiling as your eyes landed on your not-date for the night.

stepping down the stairs, you had been a nervous wreck. only an hour later, you and fred were having the time of your life, dancing and singing to your hearts’ content. 

it was like time had stopped around you, and that you two were the only ones who were there. you were in your own little bubble and you were on cloud nine. it was only in your last slow dance, that he kissed you for the first time. it wasn’t necessarily like the movies would show it, but it was perfect. 

colin creevy found you the next day, handing you a perfectly taken polaroid of you and fred. it was during your special slow dance, you both gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes, moments before he leaned in. it looked as though you had posed for the picture, you couldn’t have loved the photo more. 

it conveyed so much emotion, every unspoken word between you was portrayed. it was love, and anyone could see that. (you even loved it so much, you decided for once, to let it slide that the younger boy had been taking pictures of you without your knowledge in the first place.)

so as you sat on your bed, crying every last tear as sobs wracked your body, you couldn’t help but feel the ghost of his arms around you. every comforting word he ever spoke echoed in your mind. 

“it’s okay, love.” “everything is going to be alright.” “i love you, forever.”

it was scary, really. you could’ve sworn he was right there next to you. but he wasn’t, and he was never going to be. he was gone; you were never going to see him again and you had to accept that. 

you gently placed the polaroids back into the box, painfully swallowing as you packed it away with the rest of your things. you glanced around the almost empty bedroom you’d spent so many nights lying in his arms, or thinking about him; and suddenly, the thought of leaving didn’t seem so bad after all.

insecurities & cuddles [r.l]

word count: 1.0k

pairing: remus lupin x ftm!reader

warnings: insecurities, angst -> fluff

a/n: only proofread once, excuse any mistakes <3

request:  could you do a remus x ftm!reader? just super fluffy is all i ask (requested by anon)

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in the wizarding world, life was simple. everything was put in order; the rules enforced the same as they had been centuries before them when they were first made. you never had to question anything, because anything you could’ve asked, had already been asked.

that’s why when you transitioned, not many people understood, or were willing to understand. you didn’t focus on their comments however, the opinions of strangers didn’t really bother you all that much anyways. it was those of your family and friends that mattered. they were supportive of you, although you knew most of them didn’t fully understand either. 

they tried though, and it wasn’t their faults; they were used to everything being set in stone for them, and your situation was definitely not a usual path.

however, you weren’t perfect. there were days when you wished that someone would understand. the only person who really took the time to listen to how you felt and fully understand you was your boyfriend, remus lupin. 

he knew what it was like to be looked at differently, and though your situations weren’t quite comparable, it brought you closer than you’d thought possible. 

still, the lingering thought of the possibility of him leaving you was locked in the deep depths of your mind, still sometimes found its way to the surface. today was one of those days.

it started as a normal day; you’d gotten up for work, showered, eaten breakfast. you felt slightly off, but nothing major and continued on with your morning routine. remus hadn’t needed to be up for another few hours, so you’d let him sleep in. 

looking in the mirror as you combed through your hair, you felt the insecurities rising. glancing at his sleeping figure behind you through the mirror, you sighed. were you really good enough for him? 

of course, remus did an amazing job at making you feel loved. he was caring, understanding, and incredibly patient with you. which is exactly why you didn’t feel like you deserve him. 

yes, you’d been there for him as well, but the amount of love and support he’s given you, you were sure you could never return. you couldn’t think of a single thing you’d done to deserve any of it, or him.

tears pricked your eyes as you looked at yourself in the mirror, shutting them tightly as to keep them from falling. “y/n?” came a sleepy voice, causing you to inhale sharply. “what are you doing?” he asked, sitting up and rubbing his tired eyes. 

“nothing remus, just getting ready for work.” you said as normally as you could, your voice only wavering slightly. unfortunately for you, remus could read you like a book. 

he walked over to you, spinning you around to face him and gently pulling your hands away from your face. “what’s wrong?” he asked, softly. 

“it’s nothing.” you muttered, avoiding his gaze. 

“y/n, you and i both know that’s not true.” knowing all too well there was no way out of this, you sighed. 

“i just.. don’t feel like i deserve you.” you gripped your shirt tightly, refusing to make eye contact with your lover.

at your confession, remus furrowed his brows. “what do you mean “you don’t deserve me”?” 

you sighed, exasperated. “what do you think it means remus? look at you! you’re brilliant, you’re attractive, you’re caring, you’re supportive; you’re perfect! and look at me! i’m a complete mess!” you blurted, the tears you desperately tried to fight running freely down your cheeks. 

he quickly stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. you sobbed quietly into his chest, letting your emotions get the better of you. 

you weren’t sure how long you’d been standing there, but remus pulled back and held you in front of him at shoulder length. 

“call in.” was all he said, you sniffling and looking up at him with blurred eyes. 

“what?” 

“call into work. i’ll call in as well.” before you could protest, remus left the room to inform his co-workers of his absence, and knowing you were in no state to work, you wrote out a quick note to your co-worker and sent it off with your owl. 

you sat down on your bed, grabbing some tissues and wiping your fallen tears as you felt yourself calming down. 

remus entered shortly after, flopping down onto the bed and pulling you down with him. a squeak left your lips at the unexpected contact and you both erupted into a small fit of giggles. you turned on your side to face him, remus mimicking your actions so you were face to face. 

you smiled shyly at him as he gently caressed your cheek and pushed the small tuft of hair out of your face. no words were spoken as you two looked lovingly at each other, simply enjoying the others’ company.

“you’re so handsome.” remus spoke, quietly. you blushed slightly, caught off guard by the comment. you instead opted to shy away and move closer to him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. 

“i mean it you know y/n. you are the most handsome and kind-hearted person i've ever met. you think you don’t deserve me, well how do you think i feel? here i am, laying here with the most hard-working and understanding person in my arms. hell, i question every day how someone like me got so lucky as to be here with you.” 

at this point, you had tears staining the pillow next to remus’ head, though this time they weren’t the same tears. you were speechless, but responded to his words by placing a gentle kiss on his neck and hugging him tighter. 

the rest of the day was spent in bed, comforting each other and cuddling. neither of you wanted, nor felt the need to leave each other’s warmth, minus the quick bathroom break or when remus left to cook and bring you meals in bed. 

you knew in your heart this was where you were meant to be; you and remus were meant to be. you were in love, and that was all that mattered.

betrayal [s.b]

word count: 1.3k

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

warnings: none i think, mentions of lily & james. slight angst.

a/n: finally getting back into writing! wasn’t really sure how to end this one though, so let me know what you think!

request: Hey, could you please do a Sirius black imagine where he sees the reader for the first time in an order meeting after he’s escaped. And he’s shocked that she has a little girl who’s like 3 and thinks she’s with someone but he gets told that she is single and then fluff? Or something like that? (requested by anon)

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“remus, you can’t be serious.” you squeaked, feeling your heart shatter. 

“i wish i wasn’t.” he told you, tears cascading down his cheeks freely. 

lily and james were dead. peter’s gone missing, and sirius was being taken to azkaban. 

you felt your world fall apart in a matter of minutes, crumbling to the ground in a heap. remus tried his best to comfort you, though it didn’t do much as he was in just as much pain as you. 

your best friends were dead, and the love of your life was being taken to the worst place imaginable. you were broken, and you were at a loss. 

what the hell were you supposed to do now?

the reality was, you never did figure out what to do next. you fled, the pain of living in 12 grimmauld place was too much for you to cope with. you stayed with some relatives in france for the first year, before you met him. 

he was kind in the start, always putting you first and before you knew it, the two of you were in love. neither of you were ready for marriage; you’d both gone through rough breakups (even though in your case, you really didn’t breakup, but sirius still held a special place in your heart) and agreed that you would wait until later on. 

when you first got pregnant, nothing changed.

it was a year after your daughter was born that you noticed he began to distance himself. he went to work early every morning and stayed late every night. he began to cancel on plans, and when you confronted him, he simply left. 

he left you and your daughter, and you never saw him again. 

you moved into a smaller flat, just the two of you. you found comfort in her, and she understood very quickly that her father was gone. you two were content with life, that was, until two years later, when came the day you got a letter from remus requesting your assistance with the order. 

the mention of the society resurfaced many old feelings, and it scared you more than anything. you didn’t know what to do, but after debating everything, you knew you couldn’t ignore it. 

you packed up your daughter and all your necessities, and took the floo network back to your least favourite building; the very one you refused to stay in all those years ago. 

you walked out of the chimney, quickly dusting off your daughter and setting her down, hearing some shuffling around before remus walked into the room, slightly taken aback by the sight of your 3 year-old daughter waddling around. 

“she’s so big.” he said, walking over and embracing you tightly. you returned the hug, smiling brightly. 

“yeah, she is.” you muttered, pulling back and glancing at her in admiration. it was only when you turned back to remus when you saw the bittersweet expression on his face. “what is it?” 

“there’s..” he started, sighing deeply. “there’s something i didn’t tell you before you came, y/n.” you didn’t understand what he meant, so he beckoned you over to the living room, where sat the one person who you’d never managed to shake from your thoughts.

“sirius?” you whispered, catching his attention. time seemed to stop as you locked eyes with the love of your life, forgetting for a moment everything he’d done. he stood up, and you quickly ran into his arms, embracing him tightly. 

you stood there in silence for a moment, before reality seemed to catch up to you and you pulled away, anger in your eyes. “you betrayed them!” you muttered, disgusted as you stepped away from him. hurt flashed in his eyes, as he switched his gaze towards remus with confusion. 

“no, y/n-” he tried to explain, but you quickly left the room, grabbing your daughter and turning to remus. 

“how dare you let me bring my child here, with someone as dangerous as him around?” you spat, and before either of them could speak, you stormed out of the building and down the familiar old roads.

“y/n! wait!” you faintly heard remus call, but you held onto your daughter firmly and kept your gaze forward. “he didn’t do it, he was framed!” he called, cause you to hesitate slightly. 

you sighed, your heart grasping onto the small ounce of hope remus has bestowed upon you. “oh yeah? how’d that come about then? who killed lily and james, because they’re dead remus! nothing is going to change that; sirius wouldn’t have gone to azkaban had he not done it.” you were screaming and your daughter was crying, you no longer caring. 

he’d touched a very sensitive topic, though you knew it was no easier for him. remus reached out, and you allowed him to take your daughter, him calming her tears instantly. 

“it’s not safe to talk about here.” he said quietly, trying to divert the small attention your scene had caused. “go talk to him.” 

you opened your mouth to protest, but were cut off. “i’ll take her to my place for now and take care of her. please y/n, at least let him explain.” knowing you couldn’t escape this, you nodded and headed back to the dreaded house.

you walked into the room, only to see sirius exactly where he was before you left, only know staring into the blazing flames of the fire. “i’m here now. care to explain?” you spoke, your voice quivering slightly. 

you’d always hoped by some miracle, sirius was innocent. you knew him for as long as you can remember; you’d be friends throughout all your hogwarts years, and you were madly in love with each other. 

you could never fully cope with the fact he’d betrayed james, his best friend, and lily, your best friend. it simply didn’t make sense; and even after all these years, you still couldn’t piece it together. hence why you sat across from him, and listened to his story from beginning to end.

by the end of his explanation, your head was spinning. “peter betrayed them.. he betrayed us.” you whispered, realization coming over you. you quickly put together everything; you’d not heard remus mention peter’s return once. 

he was working with the dark lord. he gave up lily and james. he killed lily and james. 

you felt the tears prick your eyes, and before you knew it, you were leaning into sirius, holding him tight and crying into his shoulder. as poor as the situation was, it was nice to finally be back in his arms.

you weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting there, but soon remus walked in, your sleeping daughter in his arms. you smiled at the sight of her, but felt sirius tense under you. 

you turned to him confused, but he wouldn’t look you in the eyes. his eyes were trained on your daughter’s sleeping figure. 

“could you lay her down somewhere?” you asked remus, softly. he nodded, leaving you and sirius alone together. “i know what you’re thinking.” you muttered, breaking the tense silence. 

“what’s that, then?” he asked playfully, but there was some hurt behind his words. 

“i met someone, for awhile. it didn’t last though, and i think you and i both know why.” you said, not looking at him directly. 

you felt his gaze on you, “yeah? why is that?” he asked, having you sigh. you knew he was playing with you know, you could practically hear the smile he was fighting off. 

“because he wasn’t you.” suddenly, he reached under your chin, pulling you to face him. 

“i was hoping you’d say that.” he whispered, kissing you gently. 

you felt the same butterflies in your stomach that you’d felt all those years ago, and for once since everything happened, you felt like everything was going to be okay.

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proud [h.p]

word count: 1.5k

pairing: harry potter x diggory!reader

warnings: angst, cedric’s death

a/n: i changed the request a little bit, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless! *italics = a dream*

request: Hii luv can u do a Harry x reader where is Cedrics younger sister who is dating Harry and she goes along with the trio to find the huxorucs and instead of Hermione it’s the reader! And she gets flashbacks of her brother! And u can do the rest! Hope this isn’t too much!! (Can this be fluffy plz!) love u (requested by anon)

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“please be careful.” you pleaded to him, a sinking feeling weighing down on you. 

“i will. i always am.” he said, his boyish smile easing you slightly. 

“i love you ced. i’ll kill you if you get yourself hurt.” you said jokingly, though the uneasy smile on your face told you true feelings. 

he sighed, pulling you into a hug. “y/n, i promise. i’ll be okay. this is what i’ve been training for; it’s just an enchanted maze. how dangerous could it be?” 

“no!” you cried, seeing his body hit the ground. “cedric!” you wailed, your legs giving out under you and falling to your knees. he couldn’t be gone. he promised. he promised he’d be okay. 

you distantly heard your father scream and run towards the middle of the field, and you somehow found it in you to follow him. you wanted so desperately to stop yourself, the image of his lifeless body forever engraved in your brain. 

you kept running with shaking legs, tears blurring your vision as you fell into your father’s chest soaking his coat with tears.

your eyes snapped open, your face dripping with sweat as you jerked into a sitting position. you panicked, glancing all around the tent and finding a small relief when you determined where you were. though it didn’t last long, because you remembered why you were here in the first place. 

you slipped out of bed, careful not to wake the others as you stepped out of the tent, stretching as you did so. you sat down on a rock, allowing the cool air to hit your skin and relax you slightly. it was just another nightmare. a recurring nightmare of a real event, but still, just a nightmare.

it was hard moving on. your brother meant everything to you; seeing him lying dead in front of you was the most heart-wrenching thing you’d ever felt, and were sure you’d ever feel in your entire life. 

you remembered it so vividly, the nightmares frequently reminding you of that night, though in reality it had happened nearly three years ago. everyone told you to give it time, ‘it’ll get easier’ they said. unfortunately for you, time did nothing but make you miss him more with every passing day.

you snapped out of your trance when you heard crunching footsteps. you looked in the direction of the source, one hand immediately flying to your wand in your pocket, when you saw it was only harry, and someone following him. you squinted, and gasped once you saw who it was. 

“ron?” you whispered, taken aback. he’d left in a fit, and you certainly didn’t expect to see him back here. you knew hermione wouldn’t take it well either. the two approached you, both dripping wet. 

“where the hell have you been?” you asked ron, defensively. hermione was your best friend, and currently she was in the tent, away from the three of you. 

“it’s a long story.” he answered, and you angrily shook your head when something caught your eye. 

“what’s that, then?” he held up the sword of gryffindor, you gasping when you saw it. “how did-” you started, but you were interrupted before you got a chance to ask. 

“what is going on out here?” hermione asked, storming out of the tent and freezing when she saw ron. “you-” she was speechless, and an awkward silence fell upon the four of you. 

“ron, give me that.” you stormed over, snatching the wand. “harry, do you have the locket?” he nodded, and you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the forest. “we’ll be back. neither of you better leave.” you said sternly, and you and harry made your way deep into the woods.

“put it down.” you demanded, and harry gave you a look. “harry, i mean it.” he sighed as he did so, coming towards you. 

“you don’t have to do this.” he told you, gently taking your free hand in his and caressing your cheek with the other. you leaned into his touch, huffing slightly. 

“i do.” you whispered. “i have to, for him.” harry tensed at the mention of your brother, but he knew he couldn’t stop you from doing this. if you felt this was what’s right and this would bring you a sort of closure, he couldn’t bring himself to take that away from you.

you and harry hadn’t been close before the incident, in fact you’d never really spoken. he was the most popular boy in your year, and you’d hardly had any classes together. once he became a triwizard champion, you’d grown to dislike the boy (though you did defend harry to your brother when the pins spread around). 

when cedric died however, you both went through an incredibly traumatizing experience. you, of course, in losing your brother, and harry in having watched him die. he’d found you crying one day in myrtle’s bathroom (he’d been crying too) and ever since you two had bonded and started going to each other for help with coping. 

one day he’d kissed you, and from then on, a relationship was formed.

harry wasn’t stupid, and he wasn’t oblivious either. he knew about the nightmares and the constant reminder of him. all he could do was hold you and make it go away. 

knowing this locket would likely spring out something relative to cedric, he was terrified to allow you to do this, but he also didn’t have it in his heart to stop you. you needed this. you needed closure, and you certainly weren’t going to get it any other way. your brother had died such a brutal death, you never truly got to say goodbye. 

harry knew partially the only reason (besides himself) you’d come to find horcruxes was to get your own revenge on voldemort. this locket was that revenge, and with hesitation, he stepped away from your frame and distanced himself from the locket.

“when i speak, the locket will open. don’t listen to anything it may say; none of it is true. you can do this.” he spoke with such confidence, you nearly believed he felt that way. deep down however, you knew harry, and he was terrified. you were too. 

you nodded, taking a deep breath and raising the sword, preparing for the worst. harry sent you a smile, gulping nervously as he began speaking silkily in parseltongue. you weren’t sure what you were expecting to jump out of the locket, but it wasn’t what had formed in the darkness arising from the locket.

“y/n..” he snarled, seemingly stepping closer to you. “look at you. pathetic. what have you done here? have you helped at all?” you couldn’t think straight anymore, looking wide-eyed at the figure who so resembled your brother, frozen in shock. 

“you’ve done nothing to help them. you’ve done nothing to avenge me. you can’t even break a tiny little necklace. you’re weak.” you raised the sword, your fear being overtaken by shame and anger. “i’m disappointed in you.” 

with those last haunting words, you swung the sword as hard as you could, smashing the locket and destroying the horcrux within. you dropped the sword, dropping to your knees again, like all those years ago.

harry raced over, wrapping his arms around your frame and holding you tight. “you did it, love. you destroyed a horcrux.” he beamed, and you couldn’t help but smile. you did destroy a horcrux. you assisted in killing voldemort. 

you kissed harry, him reciprocating quickly, before grabbing the sword and locket. the two of you made your way back to ron and hermione, his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder. you were beaming; all you’d ever wanted after cedric’s death was to make him proud and avenge his death, and you finally felt like you’d done that. 

you made your way back to see ron and hermione arguing, rolling your eyes. “can you two stop yelling at each other for two minutes so we can have a nice reunion?” you said sarcastically, smiling at them both. they blushed, and against hermione’s better judgement, you had a sort of group hug. 

“that’s one less horcrux to deal with.” harry sighed, hermione and ron frowning. 

“don’t we still need to destroy it, mate? ron asked, and harry smiled proudly at you. 

“have i forgotten to mention y/n destroyed it already?” 

the two looked at you in a mix of confusion and pride, eventually settling in pride. “when the bloody hell did you do that?” ron asked, laughing lightly. 

“whilst you two were too busy arguing, obviously” you sassed, the four of you bursting into laughter. you all cast some final protection spells and headed inside the tent, harry’s arm never moving from you. he couldn’t even imagine the pain you’d gone through destroying that locket and he was so proud of you. 

you spent the rest of the evening celebrating that you now had one less horcrux to find and destroy, the weight of the upcoming war was relieved for one night as the four of you allowed yourselves one night to simply forget about the issues at hand. 

and for once since that day, you could finally say you fell asleep with a smile on your face, thinking about how proud cedric would’ve been of you. strangely, you felt more connected with him than you had since it had happened, and a sense of calm wash over you as you drifted off to sleep.