Hogwarts Worst

I took a.. very long break from writing. 

I wasn’t feeling inspired and I guessed that I should just take a break. Get inspired again. Watch new shows, re-watch things that made me want to write in the first place. 

In the time away, things happened to the point where I felt my lowest. I didn’t feel like writing at all and everything I did write didn’t make me happy, so I left for a while. 

I was still active on my main blog, reblogging things and such. And if you follow that blog, you’ve seen I’ve started to get inspired again. I’ve started to feel like writing stories again. 

So. I’m back.

The Girl He Loved; Sirius Black x female!Reader

Sirius Black was a playboy. Even that’s an understatement. He practically dated every possible person he could get his hands on, literally. Maybe not dated, but those people definitely had some stories to tell about the pure blooded boy.

But what you didn’t expect was him constantly on you, telling you how beautiful or smart you are. How he could easily fall in love with you. How he wanted to listen to you talk all day. If you didn’t know how he was, you’d swoon. But you refused to tell him how you truly felt and rejected him each time he asked you to explore the castle with him.

“Honestly, it’s annoying me, Lilly..” You sighed, stirring the potion in front of you. “He’s constantly beside me. Constantly complimenting me. It’s..”

“Kinda sweet.” Lily hummed, reading over her notes as she added ingredients to your potion. “Reminds me of James.”

“I just.. I know what he’s like. What do you think Severus?” You whined softly at the long haired boy across from you two.

As he looked up from his book, he gave you a look that would send chills down anyone’s back. This reminded you how those boys chose to pick on the boy every chance they got.

“I think he’s an idiot. They all are.” He shrugged, looking back at his book. “They don’t care about anyone but themselves. All they do is make jokes and make people feel useless.. Y/N, he’s trying to make you fall in love with him, to hurt you.” He stood from his seat and gave you a small smile as he put his book in his back. “I won’t allow that to happen, I promise.” 

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You sighed as you exited the castle, setting down your bag down on a rock as you stared up at the willow in front of you. You always came here to clear your head.

Was he really making a joke out of your feelings? Was he really just flirting with you because he could? What kind of person did that? You felt yourself sigh as you sat on the ground.

You did this often. You sneaked out of the castle and sat under the moon, it allowed you to sit and think. That was until you saw yellow eyes appear from under the willow.

There were stories of wolves, werewolves and all kinds of monsters in the forbidden forest, but this was different. It looked as if the eyes were coming out from under the willow. You squinted your eyes and felt yourself stiffen when the eyes got closer.

It was revealed to be a black dog, this allowed you to breathe easily. Though, he did look shaggy. You smiled at the dog and beckoned him towards you.

“Hello handsome, are you lost?” You tilted your head as the dog stepped closer, touching the top of his head to your hand, allowing you to pet him. “I’m sorry but the only familiars that we are allowed are owls, toads and cats.” You again smiled at the dog when he looked up at you.

You spent what felt like hours just talking to him. Even if he couldn’t understand you, you spoke as if he was an old friend.

“What do you think, hm? Do you think he’s really joking around with me? I unfortunately like him a lot but I’m sure he’s just playing with my feelings.” You hummed, your fingers running through his fur.

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“Y/N!” You turned to see Sirius trying to catch up with you, this made you groan and continue walking as he walked beside you. “Can we talk? We need to. I need to tell you something.” His hand gripped your arm softly.

“No, we can’t. I know what you’re doing and I’m not a game, Black. Now leave me alone and don’t talk to me.” You ripped your arm from his hand as he stopped.

The halls were crowded as you walked away from him, until you heard his voice. You heard him as he yelled in the hall, making all heads turn towards him and you. You stopped in your tracks and felt your heartbeat speed up.

“Y/N Y/L/N! I’m in love with you! I’m not joking. I’m not playing with you. I’m being completely serious and I want us to be together!” Your eyes traveled to his as you turned, only to see him through blurry, tear filled eyes. He walked to your slowly, smiling softly as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek. “I want you, please. Don’t think I’m kidding. I love you.”

“You’re an idiot..” You laughed, sniffling as your wiped your eyes.

Goddess of Books; Peter Pettigrew x Ravenclaw!Reader

Peter sat at the Gryffindor table, laughing with Sirius and James as Remus walked up. He set his books down, but the boys around him weren’t exactly paying him any attention. He knew that. He knew that each of them was staring at the girl who was waiting for him a few feet away. You.

Sirius was the first to talk, a smirk on his face as he leaned forward towards you. His eyes scanning over your body as if he wanted to know every crevasse with his eyes.

“Good morning beautiful, how may we help you?” The Black smirked his playful smirk.

“Leave her alone, Pads. I just came here to ask Peter for a book he has.” Remus shot a glare to his friend, who shrugged and leaned back to his original position.

“It’s okay, Remus.” You showed the small group of friends a smile as you stepped closer.

A Ravenclaw. Peter noticed the bright blues and yellows of your outfit. Funny enough, they weren’t your uniform. Just some casual clothes. Next, he noticed your hair. How it flowed down your shoulders perfectly, how it framed your face and how you didn’t exactly look over dressed or even caked in make up.

It was natural. Everything about your screamed natural and beautiful. Peter couldn’t take his eyes off you for a second until Remus yelled his name for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“What?” Peter turned his attention to his friend across from him. “What’s up?”

Remus had a mischievous look on his face, so did the other two. They all saw him staring at you, as if he had fallen in love right there and then.

“Why don’t you come study with us, Wormtail? You said you needed help on the potions exam coming up right? Y/N is the best there is.” Remus smirked at his friend, earning him a glare when Peter figured out what he was doing.

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“I’m sorry Remus left you here with me, Y/N..” Peter sighed softly as he sat across from you.

It had been an hour since Remus had to ‘make sure Sirius didn’t ruin anything’. You two stayed in silence, not that it bothered you. You liked the silence, but you felt as if you were being watched. Surprisingly enough, it was Peter who couldn’t keep his eyes on his books in front of him, only on you. That was when he decided to talk.

“Honestly Peter. It’s okay. He said you needed help anyway. Which I don’t understand. All those answers on your sheet are correct.” You pointed to the parchment in front of the boy, a small smile on your face as you laughed softly. “You’re more intelligent than people think, Pettigrew.”

Peter’s eyes went wide as you spoke. He knew what people thought of him. What the professors thought of him. Even his own friends. That he was a good for nothing idiot who somehow made it through 1st year. Even if he was secretly smart and study quietly in the corner without anyone noticing, no one commented on his smarts, only on his friend group and how he was the dumbest one.

“Honestly, I think you will pass that exam and get a better grade than me.” You put your cheek to your hand as you beamed at him.

He will never forget that smile. Never.

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You flinched when a paper was slammed in front of you, traveling your eyes up the arm that belonged to none other than Peter Pettigrew. Your eyes went back to the paper, widening when they saw the score.

“You passed!” You squealed happily as you jumped up, hugging the brunette tight to your body, laughing in his ear.

You felt his arms snake around your waist as he lifted you over the bench to get you closer. Just before he could get a more comfortable hug, you pulled away and pressed your hands against his cheeks, a huge smile on your face.

“See, I told you, you’d pass. Just needed some help to show how smart you are.”

“Thank you.” Peter said softly, his eyes never leaving yours as a small smile appeared on his face. “For helping me pass.”

“Of course.” This was the first time you felt butterflies come up into your throat as you spoke. It felt as if you were going to cough out a whole load of them when you saw him smile.

You never saw him this way. But the confidence that you helped him earn was nothing short of handsome and gorgeous on him. It was as if he lightened up, he stopped believing that he was the dumbest, the stupidest and the least likely to do anything but be just some wizard. Instead, he believed he could step into the ministry or even become a professor here.

To say that his confidence was attractive to you would be an understatement. It was as if he just decided that he was good enough for anything, anyone and he didn’t care if people told him that he wasn’t good enough.

“Y/N?” He hummed, bringing you from your daze. You felt heat creep up onto your cheeks. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes I’m fine. I just, I’m proud.” Your smile that your put on faltered slightly when you gave another thought.

Maybe he was confident enough to ask out a girl he liked before you came along. He wasn’t yours after all.

“Well, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come to Hogsmeade with me? Get some dinner? Maybe even watch the stars?” Peter’s confidence died slightly when he saw your eyes widen. “I’m sorry, I just. We’ve been spending so much tim-”

His words were cut off by a pair of lips, his eyes widened when he realized what was happening. You were kissing him. You. Were. Kissing. Him. Him. Peter Pettigrew. Not Sirius Black. Not James Potter. Not Remus Lupin. Him. When he felt you starting to pull away, he figured he better kiss back before you think he wasn’t interested, only to kiss you full force. This made you giggle as you once again held his face in your hands as you pulled away.

Would you mind giving me some context on what kind of character you want Rowan to be?

Because all the wikia says is that they are the player’s character.. Meaning that you choose how you want them to act.

Or do you want me to write how I think Rowan would be?

Like how I would play them if I played said game.

I see why people hate him after Marauders era. He betrayed his friends. He followed only the strong and when his friends were no longer the strongest, he followed Voldemort.

Though, before he betrayed them, he was close to them. Even considered a best friend to them all. He’s super under appreciated and it upsets me.

You mean the app?

I suppose I could.. but I don’t play it nor do I know the characters from it.

I’d have to put a little research into those imagines if I did one, which means it might take a little time to come out.

Saving the Innocent; Neville Longbottom x female!Reader

You and Neville were inseparable since 1st year. Sure, he was very apprehensive due to your mother. Hell, everyone was. Though, some Slytherins were all about you. Some looked up to your crazy, crack pot of a mother. Which honestly scared you.

Your mother was Bellatrix Lestrange. The most loyal of The Dark Lord’s servants. The woman who killed so many people. So many half-bloods, mudbloods and muggles. The woman who didn’t care about anyone but herself. And when you met Neville.

You recognized his last name. Longbottom.

You recognized it from your mother laughing crazily as she spoke about torturing a pair of wizards. Trying to get information out of them. How they went insane and just died.

You tried to push the boy away, but you couldn’t help being his friend. He was so sweet and happy. He was loyal and brave even if he didn’t show it often. During your first year, Neville was the target of so much bullying. How he looked. How he had a toad instead of a tradition owl. How he was shy and soft spoken.

You refused to allow people to pick on him. Slowly, it became like Y/N Lestrange was his bodyguard. No one bullied the boy anymore when it became year four. You sat beside Neville during every class you had together.

Including Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Professor Moody wasn’t exactly a perfect professor. He scared students and some even hated him but were too scared to say anything. When he mentioned the three unforgivable curses, you stiffened.

You knew these curses like the back of your hand, your hand squeezed your wrist where you mother had promised you the dark mark would be when it was time. Those curses were engraved into your head ever since you were born.

“Come, come.” You heard Moody’s voice over your thoughts, and when the chair beside you scratched against the floor, you stiffened.

You eyes followed Neville to the front of the room, only widening when you figured out which curse Moody was gonna use. The only curse that made Neville squirm and upset.

The same one that tortured his parents.

The Cruciatus Curse.

You stiffened when the classroom was full of the squealing from the insect that Moody was torturing, your eyes moved to Neville. He was shifting and looked visibly upset. It made your lip curl in anger, you heard Hermione shift in another desk beside you.

“Stop it!” You screamed as you stood, all heads turned to you and Moody stopped the curse. His eyes shifting to you. Neville softened. “You’re upsetting him, you horrible, horrible person!” You seethed.

What you didn’t expect was Moody to come to you, with the insect in hand. He shook it off his hand to the book in front of you. He never took his eyes from yours as your anger took over.

“Have a problem with these curses, Ms. Lestrange?” You flinched from the mention of your last name. “Your mother knows these curses better than anyone in his army. She used this curse once, did she not?”

That was when you lost it. “Yes, she did. She’s a horrible person who deserves to rot in Azkaban for the rest of her life. But you, you are torturing a boy who’s family was killed by this curse and you believe this is a good lesson? What kind of professor are you? You were a terrible choice by Dumbledore.” You slammed your hands on the desk in front of you. Moody’s eye narrowed as he pointed to your wrist.

“Is it there yet? The mark?” He whispered, evilly.

“What?” You stiffened, your hand rubbed your wrist softly. “No, of course not.”

“It will be.” He stood tall, pointing his wand at the insect in front of you both. “Avada Kedavra.” You flinched once more as you rolled your sleeves up.

“I’m nothing like her.” You caught Neville’s smile form behind Moody as the professor nodded.

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“You’re more brave than me.” Neville smiled big as you two sat at a desk in the library.

“I’m sorry..” You whimpered, your hand practically scratching at your wrist as if to rip off the flesh.

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