#sharp x reader

One Week Earlier...

He sighs and looks back at you. "Your potion works, (Y/N). It cures the uncurable. Be happy."

You shake your head. "I don't understand. You've brewed it? You drank it already?"

He frowns and walks over to the chair in front of the fireplace, sitting down. He still has the limp...

"No...No you said it worked." You walk over, staring down at him. "If it worked, why does your injury still bother you."

He rubs his hand over his eyebrows, sighing. "You would have died without it..."

You shake your head, pacing in front of the fireplace. "No...no...no you were supposed to take it, Aesop. You. Not me. Why?"

He stands and holds your arms, halting you. "(Y/N), I would live the rest of my days incapacitated if it meant you were safe. You are so much more important than me."

You stare at him, tears beginning to run down you face. "No..."

He nods, smiling softly at you. "Yes...Don't feel regret for what I did. It saved you and that isn't something I can regret." He hugs your tightly, stroking your hair. You lean your face into his shoulder, sobbing, You were supposed to heal him. You failed...

He pulls away and looks down at you. "Don't think you've failed me. You may have flown to close to the sun, but I will always catch you."

You stare up at him, feeling the tears run down your face. He gently wipes them away and you sniff, rubbing your eyes. You move to stand up, not wanting him to keep seeing you in this vulnerable state and move to your knees. You wobble and land back down, a darkness framing your vision. Aesop quickly reaches out to you, kneeling over you.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong? Are you still in pain?"

Your head suddenly feels hot and you turn to look up at him, seeing the floor come toward you instead.

Present...

"The soil should envelope the root like a warm, dirty blanket," hums the voice in the distance.

You walk into the greenhouse, head still foggy from the past week. You make your way down the stairs and enter the classroom, watching your friend from atop the stairs. She looks up and grins at you, releasing the class. You walk over and she runs up to you, hugging you tightly.

"I'm so glad to see you up and about, flower," she sighs, happily.

You laugh lightly, hugging her back and nod. "I am feeling better. More or less."

Mirabel pulls away and smiles, sadly. She walks toward the stairs, waving you to follow. You obey and you both walk together toward the potions classroom.

"We've been so worried about you. Especially Aesop."

You snort out a laugh and nudge her. "Funny."

She turns to you, stopping in the hallway just before the classroom. She furrows her brows, looking up at you. "What's funny?"

You stare at her, smiling, and shake your head. This has to be a joke. After all, you were simply ill, nothing for Aesop to worry about. You continue to walk to the classroom. Mirabel hesitates, but follows anyway. You poke your head into the classroom and see Aesop sitting at his desk. You grin and turn to Mirabel, holding a finger up and sneaking in. You hide behind the stations as you make your way toward him and pull your wand out, casting a basic spell into the corner of the room. He looks up and sighs, walking toward the corner.

"Weasley, stop whatever it is you're doing," he calls. You grin and quietly move to his desk, sitting in the chair and crossing your legs. You hear him groan and he walks back to his desk, freezing in place when he sees you. 

"Salut toi," you hum to him, resting your hands on your knees.

He frowns and walks over to you. The smile drops from your face and you stand from the chair, smoothing your coat. "Sorry..."

He grips your shoulders, looking you up and down. "How are you feeling? Are you alright? When I asked after you, you were always the same."

You tilt your head. "I'm okay. Why are you so worried?"

He sighs, dropping his hands to his sides. "I thought maybe the potion hadn't..." He shakes his head. "You look healthy enough again."

"Potion?"

He stares at your for a moment, confused. He turns to the sound of shuffling, seeing Mirabel walk in.

"I don't think she remembers..." she murmurs.

He turns back to you, frowning again. "The potion...the dragon's blood...you don't remember...?"

You gasp and grab onto his wrists. "You got some?! Did it work?!"

"Well...yes, (Y/N)...it worked..."

You frown at him, looking down at his leg. "You limped over here though..."

He nods. "I used it on you."

You feel yourself go numb and he guides you back into the chair. He couldn't have used it on you. He wouldn't have. He shouldn't have. Mirabel walks over and kneels down next to you, stroking your arm as Aesop recounts the story. You feel your head spinning as you slowly remember what happened. The poachers, the dragon, Aesop and Mirabel discussing the potion, Aesop holding your as your realized your failure. The blood drains from your face and you feel tears rolling down your cheeks again. If you couldn't kill one dragon how could you possibly kill a different one? Aesop stands, pulling you to your feet and wraps you in a tight hug.

"I told you before and I will tell you forevermore. You need not feel like a failure. You created something no one else could. You are the witch that can heal all wounds. You are the one who proved to me that my heart may not be completely broken."

One week later...

You doubt he'll show up but you have hope. You invited him to have tea with you at Hogsmede the other day and he'd promised you he would come. You smile as you imagine Aesop Sharp having tea, laughing, really just smiling is the wild part. You pace back and forth in front of the tree in the courtyard, worried you just look like an idiot. Suddenly you hear footsteps sneaking up behind you. You turn around and see Aesop crouching before he quickly stands.

"Ah...uh...hello, (Y/N)," he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

You giggle and tilt your head at him. Were you trying to scare me, Aesop?"

He shrugs and turns to the tea shop. "I thought I'd attempt to do what you attempted. It seems I was the only one startled on both occasions." 

You smile and wrap your arm in his. He looks down and then to you, staring for a moment, as if watching you. You smile at him and he turns his attention back to the shop, attempting to hide a smile. You grab his hand with your free hand and tug him toward the shop. He sits you down at a table outside and heads inside to order, soon coming out with two cups of tea. He sets one down in front of you.

"Three sugars with cream, correct?"

You stare at him, eyes wide. "How...How did you know that?" You lean in, squinting at him. "Have you read my mind, Aesop."

He chuckles. "I wouldn't tell you if I had." He leans back, taking a sip of his tea. "I didn't, however. Professor Garlick informed me of your preferences."

"Ah, so you cheated," you reply as you both sip on your tea.

He snorts and covers his face, setting his cup down and turning away to wipe the excess tea from his face. "I did not. I simply gained information from an outside source."

You laugh as he turns back to you. "Would you allow that on a test? Sounds like cheating to me."

He laughs and shakes his head. "Should I simply ask you directly, then, for all my necessary information?"

You nod and he takes a sip of tea, once again leaning back into the chair. "Alright then...allow me to ask you some questions."

You nod again, watching him.

"What are your favourite flowers? What was your best class when you attended Hogwarts? And...what really is your job?"

You grin and look around the courtyard, thinking. "Well...my favourite flower would have to be...Twinflowers."

He taps the table three times and nods. You notice but say nothing, thinking about the next question.

"My favourite class would have to be...Potions, ironically, but I was never very good at it. I'm not sure that's surprising to anyone," you say, causing him to laugh. "My best subject, really, was Artihmancy."

He taps the table three times again and nods. "Interesting. I've never known many students to take that class. You are quite smart, though, so I am unsurprised to hear of your success."

You laugh and shrug. "I work as a hit witch."

He leans in, suddenly much more interested. "Is that so?" he replies, tapping on table three more times.

You nod and smile. I'd been wondering why you seemed so familiar. I had seen you at the ministry. We never worked together, unfortunately." You sigh, wistfully. "I always wonder what if would have been like to see you working."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Don't remember much about that version of myself."

"That's okay. This version of you is my favourite."

He smiles and grabs your hand, rolling his thumb over it. "Any version of you is my favourite."

You giggle and shake your head. "Cheesy, Aesop."

He laughs and pulls his chair toward you, leaning in. "Only if it pleases you."

You feel your face burn and smile. "It does."

He leans in more, pressing his lips to yours. You reach up with your free hand, caressing his face and kiss him back. Soon he leans away and smiles. 

"I ask you one thing."

You nod looking up to him.

"Take care of your wax wings. Daedalus lost his son. I cannot lose you."

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It was late, far too late to still be awake, however Theodore Sharp was unable to fall asleep. It made sense, really. As the middle of the semester approached, so did exams and essay deadlines. The fifth year Slytherin had a lot on his mind.

Call it intuition, call it a special “twin bond” like their mother often described it, but something told Theodore he didn’t really need sleep at the moment, not while Natty needed him. So he grabbed his wand and got dressed as quietly as he could before leaving his dorm room headed towards the common room. He wasn’t at all surprised to find his twin sister sitting at the table closest to the fireplace, it was her favorite spot after all. He was surprised, however, to find her surrounded by books, furiously writing on what seemed to be quite the long piece of parchment, tears forming in her eyes.

“Hey there Nat”

The girl barely slowed down her writing. “Theo. It’s late. You should be asleep.”

"Could say the same about you" Theodore placed a hand on his sister's, forcing her to stop what she was doing for a moment. “What’s that you’re working on?” The boy was genuinely confused. Judging by the furious pace at which his sister was writing, he could only deduce she was in the middle of writing an entire essay. While it wasn’t unusual for him to wait until the very last minute to finish his work, Natty was always far more organized than this and seemed to always have her work finished days before it was due for being turned in.

“My DADA essay.” Theo was no Auror (yet) but he distinctly remembered his sister mentioning she had finished writing it last week. “Why are you re-writing your DADA essay? I’m sure the one you already wrote was good enough to”

“I lost it!”

“What?”

“I’m such an idiot Theo!”

“Stop that. I’m supposed to be the dramatic one between the two of us, not you. How did you lose it?”

“I was looking through everything for tomorrow’s classes and I couldn’t find it anywhere. What I DID find though is this.” She pulls out a letter addressed to her parents, back home. “I must have accidentally sent Mum and Dad my essay instead of…” She burst into tears. “So I have to re-write the whole thing now because there’s no way for me to get it back in time to turn it in first thing tomorrow!”

"Maybe if you write to them, they could send it here in time for first class?"

"Even if I DID write to them right now they wouldn't have time to send it… It's due first thing tomorrow morning and you know Mum and Dad, they're not exactly… morning people"

An idea formed in Theodore's brain. It was madness to be certain, he'd be breaking about half a dozen school rules, not to mention it could prove dangerous. "I'll go fetch it then"

Natty looked at her twin like he had grown a second head.

"You're mad"

"I'm assure you I’m not"

"You're going to fly miles away from school and then what? Break into the parents' house?"

"Not exactly. I’m going to use the floo and run the rest of the way! It’ll be good exercise! Plus does it really count as breaking in if you have the key?"

"You're going to get caught"

"Dad's a heavy sleeper"

"Dad used to be an Auror!"

"Yeah I think I've heard him mention that once or twice"

"So you KNOW he'll wake up to the sound of someone in the house when he's not expecting company. Besides, Mum's a light sleeper!"

"And she'll be SO happy to see me IF I get caught, which I don't intend on having happen!”

Natalie looked at the essay she was currently attempting to re-write. It was a mess. Barely legible and when she tried to make sense of the paragraph she had just finished, she knew she couldn't turn this in tomorrow and hope for a good grade. Professor Sallow did have a soft spot for her and her siblings, but that would only help her so much.

"Do it."

"Brilliant! I'll be back in less than an hour!"

Theodore quickly hugged his sister then started walking towards the common room door.

"Wait!" Natalie rushed towards him. "Bring this to them please" She handed her brother the letter she had meant to send her parents earlier that same day.

"Sure thing!"

"Thank you."

"Anything for you, sis!"

With one last hug to his slightly less nervous sister, Theodore was on his way.

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Theodore slowed down his sprint as he approached his childhood home. The sight before him was everything he was hoping for. The chimney had the faintest trace of smoke, indicating that the fires warming the home were mere embers at the moment, and all the windows appeared dark, indicating the occupants of the house were fast asleep. He took a quick peek to the back of the house, where the window leading to his father’s cellar was located. He knew sometimes his father brewed late into the night, however tonight did not appear to be one of those nights.

It occurred to him at that moment that it really wouldn’t be the end of the world if his parents knew he’d visited. He could probably knock on the door and politely ask if he could have Natty’s essay, deliver his letter, get mildly scolded for being away from school after curfew, perhaps he’d be lucky enough to get his hand on some of his mother’s baked goods before going on his merry way. However, if he was being honest with himself, he wanted to know if he could be successful at avoiding detection. Plus, he had promised his sister he wouldn’t get caught and Theodore Ashley Sharp was a man of his word, or at least, he tried his very best to be.

Theodore knows he needs to be as quiet as can be. He didn't want to get caught after all. He cast a disillusionment charm over himself for good measure, although he really didn't think it was needed. This was his childhood home and he knew it like the back of his hand. He knew exactly which floorboards creaked when stepped on and created a mental map of his shortest path from the front door to the drawer where he knew his parents kept their correspondence.

He quietly unlocked the door and stepped inside. The faintest ruffling of feathers to his left caught his attention. Diana. The owl had been a part of their family since before they were even a family from the stories he had been told as a child, and had been retired from messenger duty some number of years ago. Theodore had anticipated the necessity of keeping her quiet and quietly but decisively, reached into his left pocket and grabbed a handful of treats. He extended his arm towards her, hoping his bribe would buy him precious minutes as he continued on with his mission.

He must admit he felt a little ridiculous, hopping from plank to plank, avoiding the ones he knew to be noisy. He wouldn't at all be surprised to learn that these particular planks were left in their squeaky state in order to make it impossible for his siblings and himself to move about the house at night without alerting their parents.

Theodore made his way from the foyer, past the staircase, through the family room, and into the kitchen, moving to stand in front of the exact drawer he knew his parents kept their mail, successfully avoiding each and every problem plank. "The student surpasses the potions master" he thought to himself. He opened the drawer and pulled out a stack of papers, looking for his sister's essay. However, no matter how hard he looked, all he was met with was correspondence regarding his parents' potions shop. Orders, ingredient lists, accounting papers, more orders, more accounting… no essay. He put the papers back in the drawer and gently closed it. He took a few seconds to breathe, feeling his face redden and his pulse quicken. Natty was counting on him. He had promised her he'd get that essay back for her. He wasn't always the perfect brother, but he prided himself on never going back on his word, on never making a promise he didn't intend to keep. He racked his brain as to where his parents would have put the essay when his thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

"Lumos"

A bright light came from behind Theodore and the boy froze, hoping his disillusionment charm was strong enough to withstand the scrutiny of the ex-Auror who had just cast the wand-lighting charm. He had no idea his father had woken, didn’t hear him coming down the stairs at all. He supposed he still had much to learn in terms of how to move about completely undetected. He hadn’t been caught yet, though, and he had some elements working in his favor. Perhaps his father was too sleepy to notice him, although he doubted that. He knew the man probably wasn't wearing his glasses and so maybe, just maybe he still stood a chance in completing his mission undetected.

However the bright light coming from his father's wand had caused the faintest shadow of his form to appear on the wall in front of him. Despite his very best efforts, the boy had been caught.

"Your disillusionment charm has improved, Theodore, but it's still not good enough to fool me."

Theodore promptly dropped the charm and turned to face his father, who lowered his wand and used it to reignite the fire in the hearth to provide a warm light and additional warmth to the room. He wore his dressing gown and Theodore could only imagine he was wearing his nightshirt underneath. His face showed a mixture of tiredness, confusion, slight annoyance and he thought he also detected a hint of amusement.

“How did you know it was me?”

“Maggie’s in America, Eleazar’s never been one for sneaking around and Natty’s disillusionment charm is frankly better than yours. The house is warded to alert us of any other intruders, so that leaves only one suspect, you."

“What gave me away?"

His father deflected

"I'm sure there must be an excellent explanation to your late night, actually, by now, early morning visit. One that also explains why you're currently rifling through your mother's and my private correspondence."

"Actually there IS an explanation"

"I'd love to hear it, sooner rather than later, please."

"I'm here because Nat"

"THEODORE!"

Theo promptly finds himself wrapped in his mother's tight embrace. "What are you doing here? Sneaking out of school in the dead of night, what's gotten into you?"

"From what I gather from the stories you told us Mum, I get this from you"

She loosened her embrace but still kept her hands on her son's shoulders. "Oh hush now, at least I had the good sense to never get caught by your father!"

"That's not entirely accurate darling…" Aesop reached for his wife and pulled her against him, breaking the link between her and their intruder and wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing the back of her head. "I distinctly remember catching you a handful of times sneaking about the castle" She melted into her husband's embrace. "Only because I wanted you to catch me, Ace"

"If you both don't mind I'm here for Natty's DADA essay. She accidentally sent it to you instead of this and it's due first thing tomorrow" Theodore handed his parents his sister’s letter to them. “I told her I'd come and correct her mistake, deliver her letter and retrieve it. If you could just tell me where it is, I will go fetch it, be on my merry way and let you both carry on with whatever it is I don’t want to think about you doing when we’re not home.”

Aesop chuckled as (F/N) spoke.

“I’m guessing she didn’t get our note then?”

“She didn’t say anything about a note, she was too busy trying to re-write her essay from memory!”

“Oh Nat, poor thing…”

(F/N) looked at her son

“We got her essay, and we read it. It was really, really good and obviously finished so we sent it directly to Professor Sallow after dinner, along with a note to Natty letting her know not to worry about it. I’m guessing the poor owl must have forgotten about the second delivery.”

“Or delivered it to Eleazar, wouldn’t be the first time our mail got all messed up”

“Blasted, unreliable school owls.”

“We really need to get another owl Ace, with Maggie in America now and the shop doing as well as it is, Babbity could use some help.”

“Agreed.” Aesop addressed his son

“In any case, her essay is where it needs to be and if Professor Sallow hasn’t received it, have him owl me, and I’ll make sure Nat gets the O she deserves.”

Theodore looked at his parents. Tonight had turned out to be a failed mission for him. He got caught AND he didn’t retrieve his sister’s essay. He was happy though. Happy to be home, happy to be with his parents for just a little while.

"Are you hungry, dear?"

"Nah, I'm good. Ate one too many servings of mutton stew for dinner"

His eyes fell on a plate of his mother's scones.

“On second thought I'm starving Mum, they BARELY feed us at the school, you know"

(F/N) chuckled as she summoned a plate and some scones. Theodore scarfed down the first in two bites, and reached for a second one, as his mother busied herself, packing the rest of the pastries in a cloth bag for her son to bring back to Hogwarts.

“Don’t forget to share." she reminds him, as she hands him the bag.

“I should probably get going… I told Natty I’d be back within the hour and I’m cutting it close”

"Just a moment, I have something for you to bring to your sister."

His father turned and unlocked a cabinet that held a variety of potions

"Ooh, contraband!"

Aesop let out a chuckle as he handed a vial to his son.

"Wideye. She'll need it tomorrow. If I know Natty, she still won't sleep a wink tonight"

"Don't I get one too?"

"Do you want to be an Auror someday?"

"You know I do"

"Then in addition to perfecting your disillusionment charm you also need to master the art of the power nap. Learn how to function for long hours with little to no sleep."

"You're joking"

"I'm not. But there will be plenty of time for that. In the meantime here's one for you too, as well this."

His father hands him a third vial. Theodore doesn't need to read the label to know what it contains. Invisibility potion.

"This one's pretty strong, should buy you about a minute. Use it wisely."

“Anything for Eleazar while we’re at it?”

“I’m sure Eleazar already brews his own contraband.”

Theodore chuckled. Eleazar did have a natural knack for potions and always had a true passion for the subject, the art came as naturally to him as walking it seemed at times. Even Aesop couldn’t say as much about himself, having gone from quite the average student to graduating with the best potions marks in his class thanks to hard work and a drive to reach the top of his field.

“Anything else before the Sharp Delivery Service heads back to his common room?”

“No, that’ll be all” his mother says, as she pulls him into another bone crushing hug. “You’re a great son, and an amazing brother. We’re so proud of you. I love you, Theodore.”

“I love you too, Mum”

He looked up at his father, while still tightly hugging his mother.

"You never told me what gave me away. I know my disillusionment isn't quite up to snuff yet but that's not what woke you up though"

"The front door. It has a very distinct squeak when it opens. Imperceptible from the outside but can be heard from our bedroom. I could fix it, but I choose not to. That's what gave you away tonight. I must say though, I was impressed at how you managed to avoid all the bad floorboards. Well done."

"Thanks Dad. I love you."

"I love you too, son."

Aesop joined in the hug for a moment, then gently took his wife’s hands into his own, releasing their son from her tight embrace.

“Be safe on your way back”

Both parents stayed in the doorway, arms around each other, watching as their youngest son sprinted towards the closest floo flame.

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Theodore didn’t waste his invisibility potion sneaking back into the castle. He was smarter than that. He knew the prefects and professors were fast asleep at that time, and his disillusionment charm, while still needing some work, was still good enough to shield him from the portraits and the ghosts roaming the castle. He didn’t hear Peeves in the vicinity, so the walk back to the Slytherin common room was easy and uneventful.

He was greeted by the sight of his sister, who had abandoned her attempted re-write, and appeared immersed in the book she was reading. A quick glance at the cover revealed that she was reading one of her favorite novels. To think that his sister would trust him so completely as to abandon her contingency plan in favor of re-visiting one of her favorite stories made his heart swell. This evening hadn’t gone according to plan, but he hoped that he’d at least be able to calm down her anxieties and maybe, just maybe, she would get a couple hours of sleep tonight.

Natty looked up from her book and took in the sight of her brother, scones and potions in hand.

"Theo? Are you OK?"

"Brilliant, actually" he says as he took a bite out of a scone

"Did someone cast the confundus charm on you?"

"I don't... think so. Why do you ask?" he took another bite

"I see scones, I see potions, do you know what I DON'T see?"

"Oh, yeah... that"

Natty put her head in her hands

"Theodore!"

He put his hand on her shoulder

"Relax Nat. They already turned it in for you."

Natty looked up at her brother, who had the biggest smile on his face.

"They... what?"

"They noticed you had sent them your essay by accident, proof-read it and owl'd it directly to Professor Sallow. Probably sounded something like this

Theodore stepped back and put on his best impression of their mother.

"Oh Ace! Our darling daughter must have sent us her essay by accident! Poor thing must be so nervous right now but I really don't understand why, this essay is incredible! I couldn't have written it better myself!"

Then Dad probably went "I can tell no shortcuts were taken when writing this paper, well done Natty, this deserves an O and nothing less!"

"I shall send it to my good friend Sebastian at Hogwarts right away! However I absolutely won't also ask about how the children are doing because that would be inappropriate"

"Wonderful idea darling. Once you're done I know something inappropriate you and I could"

"STOP IT THEO! Please. Before I need to cast scourgify on my brain!"

Theodore put an end to his re-enactment, looked at his sister, and handed her a pastry. "Scone?"

Natty took the pastry from her brother wordlessly. He could be quite ridiculous at times, but always knew just how to cheer her up. She couldn't have conjured a better twin if she tried. As Theodore sat on the sofa next to her, she was able to sense that, beneath his playful charade, something was bothering him.

"How long did it take for Dad to catch you?"

Theodore sighed.

"He was onto me the moment I opened the front door. Let me get all the way to the kitchen though, before revealing himself, I think he took pity on me."

"Wow, that's actually pretty impressive"

"Yeah… it is. I don’t know how he does it to be honest."

“He’s been doing it for years Theo, for longer than we’ve been alive. It used to be his job, and it’ll be your job one day, too. I know you’ll be a great Auror one day. So you got caught by Dad. At least you got to say hi to him and Mum, that must have been nice.”

Theodore placed his arm around his sister, pulling her towards him.

“It was. Wish you could have been there, I know you miss them, too.”

“Winter holidays will be here before we know it.” Natty’s voice started to betray the fact that she was fighting sleep. “Hey, you were able to sneak in and out of school undetected, that counts for something doesn't it?"

"I guess it does. I'll outsmart Dad next time." Theodore says, wistfully.

Natty yawned as she curled onto the sofa, resting her head on her brother’s lap. "Good luck with that."

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Theodore didn’t get an answer to his question, Natty had fallen fast asleep. He summoned a blanket from the chair across them and draped it around his sleeping sister. He was glad to have been able to be there for her, to be a good brother to her in her moment of need, to calm her anxieties to the point that her mind was able to so quickly surrender to sleep. Happy with himself, he propped his feet up on the coffee table in front of him, leaned his head back against the plush upholstery, and fell asleep as well.

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A/N a brief description of the Sharp children at the time of this fanfiction

Magdala Dinah "Maggie" Sharp

Slytherin

Recently graduated, named after her grandmother and her father's closest friend. Fiercely intelligent, confident, but also quite humble. Te ringleader of the 4 Sharp children. Has had a lifelong passion for beasts, moved to America to study beasts native to the continent

Eleazar Sebastian Sharp

Ravenclaw

7th year, head boy, named after his mother's mentor as well as one of her closest friends. Quiet and a little shy, very kind and compassionate Demonstrated a knack for potion making practically before he showed signs of magic, and the only Sharp child to have yet to receive detention.

Theodore Ashley Sharp

Slytherin

5th year, named after his grandfather as well as his father's late partner. Has wanted to be an Auror for as long as he can remember, will do anything for his family and particularly his twin sister. He knows he's got charm and charisma and he's not afraid to use them to get out of trouble. Still didn't save him from landing himself in detention on his first week of school!

(F/N) Natalie "Natty" Sharp

Slytherin

You spent the past week in between your cubicle at the ministry and the Hogwarts library. There's got to be something you're missing. Dittany, Bubotuber Pus and Phoenix tears. There must be something else... You've buried yourself in every book you can find and suddenly it hits you. The one thing no one's written about. Dragon's blood. That has to be it! Right? Honestly, you're taking a shot in the dark but it's worth it to help Aesop. You gather your things and make your way to the Greenhouse at Hogwarts.

"Mirabel!" you shout, running up to the professor.

She spins around and smiles at you. "Hello, my flower! It's been so long! How are you, my dear?"

You smile back and hug her, pulling away and hoisting yourself to sit on the potting table. "I'm wonderful, how are you?"

She folds her hands. "Fantastic! How is it going with Professor Sharp?"

You grip your satchel and grin. "Wonderfully. He's helping me with my potion and I think I've finally found the final ingredient."

She frowns and tilts her head. "I thought the Phoenix tears were the final ingredient...?"

You sigh and shake your head. "I thought that too but it didn't work. I know now what I'm missing! Dragon's blood."

She hesitates and puts her hands on her hips. "Sounds dangerous. Is he going with you?"

You shake your head again. "I couldn't ask him to do that."

"Do what?" a voice asks from the other side of the classroom.

You twist around to see Aesop walking down the stairs towards you. "Oh, umm...nothing."

You turn back around, looking down at you bag.

"She says the last ingredient is dragon blood," Mirabel says, concerned.

You look up at her with a look of betrayal and Aesop walks over, folding his arms.

"Not happening," he says, flatly.

You laugh and get off the table. "I know this is it! I'm getting that blood, no matter what it takes."

Mirabel whimpers, putting her hands on her head. Aesop sighs, looking at you.

"Do you know the story of Icarus?" he asks.

"I don't think so," you reply, furrowing your brows. 

He leans against a table, taking a breath. "Icarus was the son of a craftsman in Crete. The wife of King Minos had fallen in love with the bull, giving birth to the minotaur. Icarus' father was commissioned to build a labyrinth to hold the minotaur. Theseus, the founder of Athens, eventually came to Crete to kill the minotaur and leave with the princess. Unfortunately, Theseus had killed the minotaur with a weapon created by Icarus' father."

"Hang on," you interject. "What does this have to do with the dragon's blood?"

He shakes his head. "Listen to the whole story."

You sigh and nod.

"When King Minos found out about the father's betrayal, he imprisoned him and his son  in a tower above the palace. Icarus became restless and wanted to explore the lands that lay below. His father was desperate to escape and thought of an idea to leave the tower. He created wings from feathers and wax for him and his son that would fly them away from the palace and from King Minos. He taught Icarus how to use them but warned him not to get to close to the sun as the wax would melt. Soon, they made their escape and flew up above the palace, leaving Crete, but Icarus was consumed by the need to explore. He flew higher and higher towards the sun and the wax on his wings melted. He fell from the sky, his father unable to save him, and fell into the sea and drowned."

You fold your arms and frown at him. "That was a depressing story, Aesop."

He chuckles. "An important one. If you fly too close to the sun, (Y/N), your wings will melt."

You shake your head and grab your bag. "I'll be fine. I can do this. I need to help you." You quickly leave the greenhouse, readying yourself for what's to come.

Aesop looks at Mirabel and sighs. "I'll have to follow her, won't I?"

Mirabel, nods, holding her hands to her chest. "I'm afraid so..."

***

Now the question is where do you find a dragon? You quickly made your way up into the hills of the coast, hoping to find a dragon lair. You've been planning how you'll even be able to kill it as you climb up. You really hope Aesop didn't follow you. If he gets injured because he's helping you, you'll never forgive yourself. Confringo, diffindo, glacius, bombardo, immobulus... a curse if you really need it.

You hear a roar in the distance and look up, seeing wings disappear behind the peak. You swallow hard and keep climbing. Eventually you shuffle through a cave in the mountain, emerging out of the other side. A Hebridean Black rests on a boulder on the other side of the clearing. You take a deep breath, shutting your eyes tightly. You set your bag down and pull your wand out. Standing up, you open your eyes and make your way towards the dragon. It turns to you and roars, taking off into the sky. You groan and watch it leave. Suddenly, you hear footsteps. A lot of them. You spin around and see poachers running into the clearing. This is going to be harder than you thought...

You start to fight off the poachers but the dragon returns. Focusing on both parties isn't as easy as you'd hoped it would be. You dodge the dragon's flames but get hit with diffindo as you recover. It goes on like this for what feels like hours and you're getting tired. You've barely landed any hits on the actual dragon you came here for. You spin back to the dragon, ready to attack as you feel a sudden pain between your shoulder blades as you're sent to the ground. Your vision fades out quickly as a blinding pain surges through your body. You didn't hear the curse...

You can feel tears streaming down your face and that's about all you can feel aside from the lightening moving through your body. Your breathing is labored as you collapse in a ball on the ground. The pain is supposed to go away...Why won't it go away...? Suddenly you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders. You panic and try to move away but then you feel the hand on your head. You blink a couple times, your vision slowly coming back. You can just barely see Aesop leaning over you, worry written on his face. You try to move onto your hands and knees but whimper in pain, falling down again. Dark lines run over your arms, the darker places feeling like fire in your veins. 

The dragon... You look up and it's lying, lifeless on the ground. Did he kill it...? He pulls you into a sitting position against his chest and moves a vial in front of you. You can feel he's speaking to you, but you can't hear what he's saying. He helps you to drink the potion and you feel your body get warm. Really warm... You close your eyes, unable to stay awake.

***

"I can't believe it really was dragon's blood..." says a voice in the distance.

"She's lucky...if it hadn't been, she'd have died," says another, sighing.

You open your eyes and sit up. You're in an unfamiliar room. You stand up and look around. The room is dark, aside from a fireplace lit in the right corner. You walk to the door, leaning your ear against it.

"How did you know how to brew it?" asks Mirabel.

"I simply followed her instructions," replies Aesop.

You lean back and look around. This is his room? You suddenly remember the dark veins on your arms and look down. They're gone. You feel fine. Something's wrong. You open the door and run out, causing the two to look over at you in surprise.

"The blood! Did you get any?" you almost shout, heart racing.

He frowns at you and nods. "I got enough."

Mirabel walks over and gently places her hands on your shoulders. "How are you feeling, my dear?"

You look at her, and smile sadly. "I'm alright, Mirabel. Promise..." You look back at Aesop and he looks away. "Aesop, the blood, where is it?"

He sighs and looks back at you. "Your potion works, (Y/N). It cures the uncurable. Be happy."

You shake your head. "I don't understand. You've brewed it? You drank it already?"

He frowns and walks over to the chair in front of the fireplace, sitting down. He still has the limp...

"No...No you said it worked." You walk over, staring down at him. "If it worked, why does your injury still bother you."

He rubs his hand over his eyebrows, sighing. "You would have died without it..."

You shake your head, pacing in front of the fireplace. "No...no...no you were supposed to take it, Aesop. You. Not me. Why?"

He stands and holds your arms, halting you. "(Y/N), I would live the rest of my days incapacitated if it meant you were safe. You are so much more important than me."

You stare at him, tears beginning to run down you face. "No..."

He nods, smiling softly at you. "Yes...Don't feel regret for what I did. It saved you and that isn't something I can regret." He hugs your tightly, stroking your hair. You lean your face into his shoulder, sobbing, You were supposed to heal him. You failed...

He pulls away and looks down at you. "Don't think you've failed me. You may have flown to close to the sun, but I will always catch you."

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