Anyone else remember the YouTuber Nyx Rising and their “Growing Pains with Harry Potter” cosplay thing. Well, my life is a mess and I need to feel something other than AHHHHHH so there’s (one of) my OCs in a “Growing Pains w/ HP” style.
(Also, I’m very sorry, Nyx Rising, if this offends you. I totally respect why you took those videos down and this in no way diminishes the truth of the damaging effects the terf author lady whose name doesn’t not deserve to be said had on us all. And Nyx Rising, if you want this taken down, I will do that. Thank you for all you do and the art you have given to us and will hopefully continue to do so for a long time)
“How did she say this works,” Fiona asked her wife as she tried to find the button that turned the video camera on.
“It’s already on, babe,” Lydia said as she pointed out the power button Fiona had accidentally pressed.
“Awesome,” Fiona nodded, acting like she already knew that. Brandishing her wand, she stared at the camera intently. “Let’s try…” she made the camera float, but it kept turning upside or looking in the wrong direction.
“Need some help,” Lydia asked from the kitchen. “I’m just throwing in the enchiladas to warm them up before everyone gets here.”
“No, Dia, I’ve got this,” Fiona replied confidently.
She cast another spell to make the camera follow the person it was filming and it stopped turning.
“Perfect,” Fiona declared.
The camera followed a little too close, hitting her shoulder. “Almost,” she sighed.
But before she could figure out what was wrong, the door bell rang.
“I got it,” Fiona called, jogging to the door.
She opened the door to Steven and Lexie.
Lexie immediately ducked into the kitchen to drop off wine and say hello to Lydia.
Steven nodded in the direction of the camera. “What’s that about?”
“Lydia’s little sis is taking Muggle Studies at uh, the French one,” Fiona trailed off, struggling to remember the name.
Steven raised an amused eyebrow. “Beauxbatons Academy of Magic,” he named.
She gave him a suspicious look. “Of course you remember the name of the all girls school, Stevie.”
He sighed as he followed her into the den. “Don’t call me Stevie.”
Lydia and Lexie started carrying out drinks and appetizers, which Steven took and set down for them.
Lexie sighed at him, nudging Lydia. “He thinks a plate of tapas will put too much strain on me and the baby.”
“I do not,” he replied a little too quickly, sounding like a child. He cleared his throat. “I just think any girl of mine shouldn’t ever have to carry anything. Ever again.”
She laughed as she kissed him. “Oh, so that’s the rule now?”
“Yes,” he decided with his arms crossed, looking official and dramatic. “No power on Earth can change it. I’m sorry.”
They were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. As Fiona ran to answer it, Steven frowned at Lydia. “Who else is coming? I didn’t think you were still in contact from anyone from school besides us.”
The Ravenclaw smiled sheepishly. “Yes, well, we work together and they don’t have anywhere to go for the holiday. So I thought-“
“-Dia,” Steven addressed seriously. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Lexie put a hand on his arm. “Steven?”
“Steven Derry,” an all too familiar voice greeted.
The Slytherin snarled. “Calliope Ambrose. It’s Derrin.”
Her companion laughed as he shrugged off his coat. When he did, his shirt shifted and a jagged scar could been seen stretching across his chest and collarbone.
Only the Hogwarts alumni in the London apartment knew that the scar reached a short ways across his shoulder and kissed his spine.
“Right. Steven Derrin, from Derry,” he recalled. He smiled at Lexie. “And who is this lovely creature?” He kissed her hand. “Oliver Wallace. A pleasure.”
“He means himself,” Steven warned.
Lexie took her hand back. “I’m Lexie. Steven’s wife.”
Steven smirked as Oliver stepped back.
Lydia tried to smooth things over. “Calliope, Oliver, would either of you care for some wine?”
Calliope beamed. “Always. But none for Oliver, I’m afraid.” She frowned pointedly at Steven and Fiona. “He can’t drink. His…injury…It put too much stress on his body, I’m afraid.”
Fiona crossed her arms. “I’m sure he can get by just fine. He can’t drink. Big deal. It’s not like he has to live with a life-long condition he can’t control or change.”
Steven shifted uncomfortably and she dropped her cold, sharp attitude.
“But none of that matters now,” Calliope shrugged. “It’s in the past.”
With the two of them in the kitchen with Lydia, Fiona spoke softly to Steven while Lexie satisfied her pregnancy cravings via the tapas.
“Are we okay,” she asked.
He rubbed his face and sighed into his hand. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I haven’t told Alexia.”
Unsure of whatever else she could do, Fiona jabbed her thumb in the direction of the door. “Fancy a smoke, then?”
When Steven told his wife he and the Gryffindor were stepping out for a cigarette, Lexie gave him a warning look that more resembled a pleading one. “Just try to stick one, though, please, darling? We promised to quit together.” She smirked as she kissed him quick. “And don’t you dare use the whole “growing a human skull inside me” thing for leverage.”
He cheered up a little. “Never. And yeah, just one stick. Unless Crimson is willin’ to split one?”
Fiona scoffed at the idea, giving her answer.
Outside, with two cigarettes lit as their only source of light, the 25 year olds took calming breathes.
“I didn’t know she invited Oliver,” Fiona told the werewolf.
“I know,” he mumbled. “It’s still hard. Lexie knows about my lycanthropy. But she doesn’t know how it happened. Or what I did.”
Fiona looked him in the face. “You listen to me, Derrin. That wasn’t your fault. We both know that Oliver was stupid enough to go out there-“
“-And I was stupid enough to follow him-“
“-I know, I get it. I know.”
That shut her up. They awkwardly took a couple drags, Steven running out of cigarette faster than Fiona. She gave him hers to finish.
And that’s it! I know it’s stupid, but… yeah, no, I don’t have a response for that. It’s just stupid. It’s 2025, who has a Harry Potter OC in 2025? If it helps, I originally came up with the OC Steven Derrin several years ago, so…yeah.