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Picking an outfit

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Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasely Summary: They help you pick an outfit

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Last updated: 05-03-25

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Draco Malfoy x Y/n

(In the common room after Draco got turned into a ferret)

Y/n and Pansy: *laughing their asses off*

Draco: "Oh for fucks sake! Shut your mouths! It's not that funny!"

Blaise: "Mate, you where in someone else's pants."

Y/n and Pansy: *fall off the couch laughing*

Draco: *giving Blaise a death glare*

Y/n: "D-dray did you know that the brain lives on for seven minutes after death?"

Draco: "Babe what the fuck are you talking about?"

Y/n: *giving him a smirk a she tries to hold in her laughter* "It replays the best memories..."

Draco: *confused as fuck*

Y/n: "That will be my seven minutes.."

Draco: *Flips them off*

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Moonlit Serenade (Remus Lupin x Y/n)

Remus Lupin x fem!girlfriend!reader

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Warnings: Female reader, use of Y/n

Words: +800

Summary: (1975) It is your fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the night of a full moon. Your boyfriend, Remus Lupin, is going to go to the shrieking shack tonight in order to keep you as well as the rest of the students safe.

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Hogwarts grounds as the school day drew to a close. You walked along the cobblestone path, lost in thought, the soft rustle of fallen leaves beneath your feet the only sound breaking the peaceful silence. As you rounded a corner, you nearly collided with someone hurrying in the opposite direction. "Sorry," you murmured, instinctively stepping aside, only to find yourself face-to-face with your boyfriend Remus Lupin. His tired eyes softened into a warm smile as he recognized you. "No need to apologize, love. Are you heading back to the common room?" You nodded, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks at the unexpected encounter. "Yes, just lost in thought, I suppose." "Understandable," Lupin replied, falling into step beside you. "It's been a long day." You glanced up at him, noticing the faint lines of weariness etched into his features. "It's a full moon tonight... isn't it." It was more than a statement than a question. Remus would always start acting differently the night of a full moon. He nods his face losing the beautiful smile you hold so dear to your heart. "I'm coming with you four this time." You say a determined look on your face. Lupin's eyebrows furrow as a frown appears on his. "Absolutely not!" "Remus-" "No Y/n. I'm not letting you get hurt!" You pinch your nose in frustration as you sigh. "Remus, you won't hurt me!" "You don't know that Y/n! I have no control in that state! I've hurt Sirius before I can't afford to hurt you too!" "Remus, please just let me help you!" "No. End of discussion. I'm not letting you get hurt." He begins making his way toward the shrieking shack. "I'll see you later." 

Remus continues his walk to the shrieking shack wondering if he should have just let you come with. "No, I did the right thing. It's for her safety." He mutters to himself as he makes his way up the stairs listening to the creaking of the old shack. Remus opens a door walking into a room. Sirius is on the bed staring at the ceiling. James is next to him leaning against the headboard. Wormtail is sitting in the corner a book in his hand. "Moony!" Sirus says as he sits up and stares at Remus. James looks up and notices the look on Remus's face. "Moony, you doing alright? You're acting different than usual." Remus nods as he looks up at the two boys. "You can talk to us, you know that right Moony?" "Yeah, I know." "So tell us what's wrong." Remus sighs and shakes his head. "I just... Y/n asked to come with us again. I kind of snapped and told her no." Sirius sighs dramatically as he rolls his eyes. "Why are girls so complicated?" "I just feel really bad. She wants to help, but I don't want to accidentally hurt her." "You should probably apologize when we get back," Peter says as he stands up throwing his book on a chair, "It's almost dark out." Remus sighs as he goes to sit on the bed. "Yeah. I should. Let's get this over with." 

A little while later the four boys make it through the secret passageway back to the castle. "You think she'll still be awake?" Remus asks as they walk the dark empty corridors. "Probably not. She usually falls asleep," Sirius smiles. "She's like a sloth." James chuckles as he says the password to the portrait. The four boys walk into the common room and see Y/n in an armchair by the fire an open book in her lap. "Well, Monny we'll leave you to deal with your girl," James raises his eyebrows up and down as the two other boys follow him up the stairs. "Have fun." Remus sighs as he admires you asleep on the armchair your hair falling in front of your eyes. He smiles as he walks over grabs the book from your lap placing it on the small table next to the chair. He puts his arm underneath your legs, the other holding your back as he lifts you carrying you up the stairs to your bed. He slowly places you down on your soft bed taking off your shoes and placing them beside your bed. He pulls the war covers over your body and kisses your forehead. "I'm sorry about earlier, darling. I didn't mean to make you feel upset," his hands go to your hair stroking it softly. "I love you. We'll talk tomorrow." He makes his way to the door turning off the lights. "Goodnight my love." He whispers closing the door. 

Little did he know you were awake the whole time. 

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Draco x Y/n

*Draco and Y/n sitting in there house a few years after the war*

Y/n: “I want a baby.”

Draco: “Pardon?”

Y/n: “I want a baby.

Draco: “Woman do you hear yourself?! I’m not capable of being a father. I am not father material.”

Y/n: “No, but you’re daddy material.”

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!!!TEMPTAION UPDATE!!!

Important Update: Temptation (Severus Snape x Y/N)

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I wanted to let you know that I’ll be removing "Temptation" from Tumblr and moving it permanently to Wattpad. I’ve decided to do a complete rewrite because I’m not entirely happy with how the story is currently unfolding. I’m excited to dive into this new version and hope you’ll enjoy it even more.

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CHAPTER 1

A/N: Mentions of Death and Suicide

Words: 725

August 21st, 1993 8:30 pm

Death. It's always been a topic that has intrigued me. Nobody really knows what happens when you die, but I've always wondered what it would feel like. What would it feel like if I drowned...what would it feel like if I was tortured...what would it feel like if my body just offered itself up as bait?

My father, Gareth, shot himself on my birthday in 1979. I had just turned 11 and was on summer break.

Honestly, it was the best birthday present ever.

I've never seen my mother in such pain when we found him.

SIDE NOTE: I hated seeing my mother upset. She was my everything.

I remember we had a "girl's day", a day when my mom and I spent time together. We were in the car pulling into the driveway and as we walked up the stairs to the front door we saw a note:

My sweet Evaline,

Don't come inside. I don't want you to see this.

Yeah...my mom went inside.

She made me sit on the steps of the porch and wait for her to come back. She looked so broken when she came and sat next to me. Her cheeks were stained with tears and her hands were shaking and coated in blood.

After my father's passing, we held his funeral in London, his hometown. Afterward, my mother decided to sell our family home and moved us to a small apartment in Little Venice (London). She said she wanted a new beginning, free from the reminders of our past.

A load of bullshit if you ask me.

August 22nd, 1993 3:00 pm

My mother always tried to hide the fact that our family was broken. She didn't do a very good job. She would always try to get me out of the house and away from my father.

SIDE NOTE: They only got married because of me. I was just an accident. Nobody had to tell me. It was obvious.

My mother was hopelessly in love with him, but he only wanted to use her because she was, as he like to put it, "appealing to the eye". But me, he hated me. Everything I did always seemed to just piss him off. I could never do anything right. It didn't matter how hard I tried or how much effort I put in.

SIDE NOTE: He used to hit and throw things at me and my mom, especially when he was drunk. Which he almost always was.

August 23rd, 1993 8:00 pm

His death never did sit right with me. It just didn't make sense. It didn't matter that I hated him I always wondered "Why would he kill himself?" Looking back I remember he always used to be gone for days or even weeks at a time.

I wonder why...

August 24th, 1993 10:46 am

Since I was of age I started at Hogwarts. One day I ended up getting a letter from my grandma.

My mother killed herself.

To nobody's surprise, she couldn't handle the pain.

SIDE NOTE: I cried for hours. At the age of eleven losing both of my parents took a toll on me. I wanted to die. Even if I hated my father. I still loved him.

August 25th, 1993 11:00am

My grandma got sick a few months ago. She didn't make it. I remember it like it was yesterday.

SIDE NOTE: May 6th, 1993 6:00 pm. That was when I got the phone call.

I was sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea and working on a painting. I heard the phone ring and got up to answer it. Sometimes I wish I didn't. Just so I could pretend she was alive.

August 26th, 1993 12:00 pm

I always relied on my grandma, since she was my only family left. But now she was gone. I was broke as hell. No job, no money, and could barely afford the apartment. That was until I got the letter.

THE LETTER (June 20th, 1993):

Dear Miss Evadne,

I'm very sorry to hear about your grandmothers passing. My condolences. I understand that you are looking for a job, and I have a proposal. Unfortunately, Professor Sprout has decided to retire, and, as I understand it, you had a real knack for Herbology. If you are interested in teaching this year please write back.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Well, I'm broke, basically homeless, and in need of a job. So what could I do other than say...

yes.

CHAPTER 2

A/N: (h/c)=Your hair color

Words: 1565

August 30th, 1993 7:30 am

I toss and turn in my bed, but it's no use I can't fall back asleep. I sigh and glance at my alarm clock. "Shit!" I exclaim, realizing I overslept.

I throw off the tan bed sheets covering my body and feel the cold morning air send shivers down my spine. I quickly sit up and rush to the bathroom. "Merlin, how could I be so foolish!" I say as I begin my morning routine.

8:00 am

I make a mad dash to my wardrobe and choose the first outfit I lay my eyes on. A raven turtleneck, a dark green skirt, and raven stockings.

I run my fingers through my (h/c) hair making sure the small curls aren't knotted. "Okay," I say as I glance at myself in the mirror, "this isn't that flawed. I suppose." I sigh as I turn around and continue to gaze at my body. I should probably change... This isn't that flattering on me... "Screw it. I don't have time for this." I mutter as I walk toward my kitchen.

I grab a slice of bread and put it in the toaster. I strode over to the hallway closet and put on my jet-black cloak and black boots. I make my way back to the kitchen, taking my purse off the counter and placing it onto my shoulder.

I glance up noticing the toast is ready, I grab it and quickly apply some butter. "Damnit," I mutter as I realize I sliced my finger a bit. I sigh and walk over to my living room. I'll worry about that later...

I eat my toast as I take a handful of floo powder and step into the fireplace. "Headmaster office," I say and drop the floo powder.

8:30 am

I stumbled out of the fireplace and look up to see the familiar office of the headmaster. "Ah, Miss Evadne. On time as usual." the headmaster says as he steals a glance at the clock on his desk. "Hello Professor," I say as I brush the dust off my skirt.

"As we discussed before your arrival, Professor McGonagall will be helping you settle in before the students arrive for the start of term," Dumbledore says motioning toward McGonagall. "Hello dear," she says giving me a warm smile. "pleasure to see you again."

I return her gesture and give a small wave. "Well, Miss Evadne, I trust you will have a great start of term. I will see you at the welcoming feast this Wednesday," he says as he walks further into his office.

"Well, come along dear," Minerva says as she places a hand on my shoulder and guides me out of the headmaster's office. "Pardon me, professor..." "Hmm?" "Dumbledore told me that lessons were already planned out for my convenience, and I was just wondering if you happen to know where he put them?"

"I'm not quite sure, I believe everything should be in your classroom or your chambers. Oh, and please, call me Minerva, as long as students aren't present, of course. We can't have them thinking I've gone too soft, can we? Besides it's only appropriate for you to call me by my first name, considering you are now part of the staff. " She says giving me a small wink. I chuckle softly and smile. "As you wish, Minerva."

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your finger?" Minerva asks as she takes hold of my hand. "Oh, I just cut it this morning. It's not as bad as it looks." I say giving her a reassuring smile.

"Come. I'll take you to Poppy." "Minerva, that is not necessary. I'm fine." I say placing my hands behind my back. "Nonsense dear. I was already planning on taking you there anyway. There is someone I want you to meet."

9:00 am

We make our way down a hallway and stop at a big brown wood door. "Poppy," Minerva says knocking on the door softly. The slight sound of heels clicking on the floor can be heard as the door creaks open. "Oh, Minerva," Madam Pomfrey says her eyes scanning the both of us. "is something the matter?"

"Nothing major, Miss Y/n sliced her finger this morning, and I figured we could also introduce her to Miss Dalia," Minerva says. "Please, come on in. I'll be back in a moment." Poppy opens the door wider motioning for us to come take a seat as she heads toward a door at the back of the room.

I walk in behind Minerva and sit on one of the beds. A few moments later Poppy comes back with a young woman who seems to be about my age, maybe a tad older.

She has dark brown hair pulled into two French braids that flow down her back, darker skin, and gorgeous bright hazel eyes. "Dalia Morland," she says as she holds out her hand for a handshake.

I give her a warm smile and shake her hand. "Y/n Evadne." "You're the new Herbology professor, right?" she asks. I nod. "I'm an assistant for Poppy. I'm training to be a Healer. I asked Dumbledore if it would be alright if I could get some first-hand experience before I start the real job." she says as she looks over at Madam Pomfrey.

"I'm assuming you went to school here then?" "Yes, I was in Ravenclaw. I'm assuming you were in Hufflepuff?" "Oh, um," I say giving her a nervous grin, "I was actually in Slytherin." Her eyes widen slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry I just, well, I um just assumed..."

"Alright, enough chit chat let's get that cut of yours healed, shall we?" Poppy says as she diffuses the uncomfortable tension by taking hold of my finger and turning it back and forth examining it. "Alright, not too bad..." she mutters as she takes a small jar from her pocket and rubs the contents onto my finger.

"Okay, should be fine by tonight." she places the small jar in my hand, "If it starts to scar or the cut deepens, rub a bit of this on your finger, it should feel better in no time." "Thank you," I say placing the jar in my bag.

"Okay! We best be-" Minerva starts to say, but Dalia cuts her off. "Minerva, would it be alright if I went with you and Y/n? I think it would be a good chance for the two of us to get to know each other."

"I don't see why not. Would that be alright Y/n?" Minerva asks as the three of them turn to stare at me. "Yeah, that's fine," I say shrugging my shoulders.

9:47 am

"Sorry about earlier," Dalia says as we walk down the corridor away from the hospital wing. "I didn't mean to come off as rude or anything. You just didn't strike me as a Slytherin." "Yeah, I get that a lot. Apparently, having human decency is a Hufflepuff thing or whatever," I say as I roll my eyes. "But don't worry, you didn't come off as rude." She laughs softly as we continue walking.

"If you don't mind me asking, are you the youngest professor?" "Well, I was until you showed up," Dalia says giving me a little smile. "There is a new DADA teacher, Remus Lupin. I haven't met him yet. He's supposed to come at the start of the term. He might be younger." I look over at her, she's staring right back at me a smile forming on her lips. "He's the same age as Severus," Minerva says from behind us.

"Severus?" I ask. "Severus Snape. He's the Potions professor and head of Slytherin. He's scary as hell," Dalia says as the three of us start heading down a flight of stairs and make our way outside. "We like to call him the dungeon bat. Just don't say that to his face." Minerva says a small grin forming on her lips. "Wait, I thought Slughorn was the one in that position?" I ask as the three of us stand in front of the door to the greenhouse. "Well, he was, he retired a while back."

"Well go on in and check it out," Minerva says opening the door for me.

As I walk in I scan the numerous plants dangling from the ceiling and decorating the walls. The vines against the windows allow light to seep in, casting small, colorful smudges on the objects in the room. "Hmm... they changed it up since I was last here..." I mutter as I caress a flower and stroll over to my desk placed in the front corner of the room. I look down seeing all the lesson plans placed neatly in different piles according to each year, the keys for the greenhouse beside them.

"Everything I need seems to be here," I say placing the keys in my bag. "Come, we'll show you where your chambers are and help you get situated, then we can come back here and help you decorate your classroom!" Dalia says excitedly as she heads for the stairs.

"Well, she seems excited," I say turning toward Minerva. "Yes, she has always had a great interest in anything related to art or interior design. Just don't let her use glitter...I still have PTSD...," Minerva says as she shakes her head slightly. I smile softly as we follow Dalia back inside.

CHAPTER 3

Y/n/n = y/n nickname

f/f = favorite food

Words: 2485

September 1st, 1993 5:53 pm

Over the past two days, me and Dalia have become good friends. She has told me a lot about herself and what she likes to do in her free time. She and Minerva helped me organize my classroom and Minerva even gave me some advice on how to deal with difficult students.

Dalia and I have even started a new routine of having tea together every afternoon so that when I'm done teaching for the day she can, as she likes to put it, "get all the juicy gossip".

*Flashback August 31st, 1993 - Dalia's quarters in the hospital wing*

"Dalia?" "Yeah?" "Minerva and I were talking yesterday, and she mentioned a glitter incident. What exactly happened?" She laughs and smirks at me. "Well, a few years ago, a few months into the school year, Minnie, Filius, and Hagrid had asked me to help decorate the Great Hall for Christmas.

I agreed because I LOVE decorating, I decided it would be a good idea to try and cast a glitter charm on a reef that was above the entrance," she pauses, furrowing her brows slightly, looking directly at me with a slight but unmistakable grin.

"Well it backfired, horribly, Snape happened to be walking in at that exact moment, and Minnie tried getting my attention while I was casting the charm, which caused me to not be paying attention to where I was pointing my wand, so instead of hitting the reef I accidentally hit him."

My mouth falls open in shock. "And you're still alive?!" She laughs at my shocked expression. "That's what I said! Merlin, he was livid! I'd never seen him so angry, Minnie immediately stepped in to diffuse the situation saying that it was her fault because she distracted me.

She's like one of the only people who can calm him down! There was also a group of students who were studying in the Hall, so that didn't help either. But, it was hilarious seeing the dark and scary dungeon bat covered in glitter!

Then during dinner, he was giving me dirty looks and wasn't paying attention to what he was doing, he accidentally bumped hands with Minnie as she grabbed her drink. It spilled all over him! He looked like he was going to explode!

"Sheesh, that must have sucked. From what I've heard from you and Minnie he seems to be a bit of a hard head." "Wait, y/n, have you even met him yet?" "No, not yet." "Well, good luck with him," she says as she smirks. My brows furrow in confusion. "What do you mean?" "Girl, he's the potions professor and you're the herbology professor! He has to collect plants from the greenhouse for his classes!" My eyes widen in surprise.

Well, shit.

"He's good friends with Minnie and they talk a lot so he probably already knows you are friends with me." "Dali, being friends with you isn't a bad thing!" "After what I did to him, girl, he will hate you! He holds grudges on everyone, and I mean EVERYONE. It doesn't even matter if you haven't done anything to him."

"Jeez, thanks for the kind words of wisdom," I say rolling my eyes. She stops talking and stares at me with a questioning look on her face. "Wait, did you call me Dali?" "Oh, shit sorry my bad..."

"No, no, no it's okay I like it ... Dali... got a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Her eyes widen in excitement. "We need a nickname for you! Okay, what about n/n?" "Y/n/n... I guess that's okay." She squeals in excitement. "Okay great!" "Maybe Snape doesn't like you because you're always so happy."

She laughs and looks at the clock on the wall, "Maybe. Merlin, look at the time! Well, I'll see you tomorrow at the welcoming feast. We can catch up in a few days after classes have started so you can get the hang of everything. I need the juicy gossip with the dungeon bat."

She says raising her eyebrows up and down. We walk over to the door of the hospital wing and she opens it dramatically and bows. "Good day m'lady!" I laugh and do the same. "Goodnight Dali, I'll see you tomorrow."

*End of flashback.*

The Welcoming Feast for the first year starts in a few minutes. Great, we have to waste almost half an hour so a bunch of midgets can get sorted into a house. I roll my eyes at no one as I walk into the Great Hall. I look up and spot Dalia.

To her right, there's an empty seat that seems to be meant for me. On the right side of my seat, there's a man whom I haven't had the chance to meet yet. He has green eyes and light brown hair flecked with grey. Next to this mystery man is another professor I haven't met yet. He has shoulder-length, black hair which frames his face, and cold, onyx eyes.

His eyes are actually kind of pretty... and also staring at me. Well, that's fuckin embarrassing. Way to go Y/n don't even know the guy's name and he probably thinks you're a creep.

Dalia waves at me, and I walk over to her. "Hey, girl! Saved you a seat." "Thanks," I say, grasping the back of the chair, smoothly pulling it out, and settling into the seat. "Y/n, this is Remus Lupin. Remus this is Y/n Evadne." Remus extends his hand toward me, and I reach out to meet him with a firm handshake. "Pleasure to meet you Y/n," he says as he gives me a warm smile. "You as well Remus."

Suddenly, the doors to the Great Hall open. Minnie walks in followed by a group of first-years. The first years walk down to the front of the hall and stand together some shuffling their feet nervously and others with a confident smile on their face. Minerva silently walks over and grabs a four-legged stool placing it in front of the first years.

On top of the stool sits the sorting hat, looking just as patched and frayed as it did my first year. Minerva pulls out a large roll of parchment from her pocket and holds it out in front of her. "Now, when I call your name, you will place the hat on your head, take a seat on the stool, and wait to be sorted."

"Amir, Danny."

The boy walks up to the stool and places the hat on his head. I take a closer look at the boy. He seems very tall for his age, maybe as tall as some of the fourth years. He has dark skin, dark brown eyes, and messy jet-black hair.

The Sorting Hat bellowed "Slytherin!" as the entire hall erupted into cheers. The boy made his way over to the Slytherin table, a triumphant smile lighting up his face as he took his seat among his new housemates.

Minerva glanced down at the list in her hands. Her eyes scanned the paper until they landed on the name she was looking for.

"Sullivan, Maya."

The girl, who looks a bit short for her age, walks over and places the hat on her head. The hat spills down, covering half of her face, and she giggles. As we all sit in silence, waiting for her house to be called, I take a closer look at her. She has pale skin, long, straight dark red hair, and hazel eyes.

"Difficult this one... better be Hufflepuff!" exclaimed the sorting hat as the entire hall erupted into cheers again. The girl made her way over to the Hufflepuff table, a smile lighting up her face as she took her place among her new housemates.

"Aditi, Cristina."

"Excuse me!" the girl says as she makes her way through the crowd of first-years, her short blond curls bobbing slightly. She could easily be picked out in the group, considering she is a head taller than most of them. She makes her way over to the stool and before the sorting hat even touches her head, it shouts...

"Gryffindor!"

The hall erupts into cheers once more as she makes her way over to the Gryffindor table.

"Morland, Christopher."

Wait... Morland? The boy nervously makes his way up to the stool as he places the hat on his head. It's too big, so it slips down to cover his eyes. I turn to look at Dalia and she has a hopeful look on her face. I look back at the boy again and realize that the two look quite similar. The only differences are that he has light brown hair and green eyes, and he is a bit taller than her.

"Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat's voice booms through the Great Hall, eliciting cheers from the students. As he strides confidently over to his designated table, Dalia's spirited cheers rise above the rest, echoing through the hall.

"Dalia," I ask turning to face her. "Are you related to him?" "What? Oh yeah, he's my nephew."

6:45 pm

"Welcome! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few things to say before we become befuddled by our excellent feast. I myself am particularly looking forward to the flaming kiwi cups, which, while somewhat treacherous for those of us with facial hair..." Dumbledore is about to continue speaking when Minerva clears her throat, cutting him off.

He chuckles softly before continuing, "Ah. Yes. First, I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year. Good luck to you, Professor." Lupin stands up as the applause fills the hall.

"As some of you may know, Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher for many years, has decided to retire in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs. Fortunately, I'm delighted to announce that his place will be filled by none other than our own Rubeus Hagrid!"

The room is filled with thunderous applause and jubilant cheers as Hagrid turns ruby red, rises, and nearly topples the staff table, sending water goblets weaving.

"Professor Sprout, our Herbology teacher, has also decided to retire due to some medical problems she wishes to remain private. Fortunately, I am pleased to welcome our second new Professor, Professor Y/n Evande! I trust that the students will give you a warm welcome." As I rise to my feet, the students break into applause. Meanwhile, two red-haired twins at the Gryffindor table let out a few short whistles.

"Finally, on a more disquieting note, Hogwarts -- at the request of the Ministry of Magic -- will, until further notice, play host to the Dementors of Azkaban." Murmurs fill the hall as the students turn to look at their peers.

"The Dementors will be stationed at the entrances to the grounds. While they are under strict orders not to enter the castle itself, you will on occasion see them as you go about your daily activities. Under no circumstances are you to approach them. It is not in the nature of a Dementor to be forgiving. Now enjoy our lovely feast." Dumbledore claps his hands and food appears on the four long tables.

As the chatter and the clinking of silverware fill the hall, Dalia turns her gaze in my direction, "Did you hear about what happened on the train?" I turn to look at her and shake my head putting some f/f on my plate.

"Apparently, Harry Potter got attacked by a dementor." My eyes widened as I turn to stare at her. "Oh, that must have been awful. Was he injured?"

"The boy just fainted," Remus says as he turns to look at the two of us.

"The dementor came into the compartment and went towards the boy. His other two friends Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley were also in the compartment but were unharmed." "That's a relief," Dalia says as she sighs. "The boys' lucky nothing severe happened. Dementors are nasty creatures."

7:53 pm

"Merlin, that was amazing!" Dalia says as she takes a sip from her wine glass. "Come on, n/n, let's go." She pulls out her chair and stands up, her chair sliding against the hard floor. I turn to look at Remus as I stand up. "Lovely meeting you, Remus, I'll see you tomorrow." He nods as he watches me stand up, "Have a lovely evening."

Dalia and I make our way out into the hallway in front of the large staircase. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow morning. Make sure you have everything ready. Breakfast starts at 6:30 so I'll be at your chambers around 7:30."

"Okay, mom." I tease as I cross my arms and roll my eyes. "Ha ha," she says sarcastically as a teasing smirk appears on her face. "Seriously though I want to help you with any last-minute preparations."

"You worry too much Dali." "Just looking out for my new bestie," she pats my back softly and begins to walk up the stairs. "Love you girl!" I laugh as I watch her walk away. "You are something else, Dali..." I mutter as I turn to walk towards my chambers but instead, I run into a hard chest.

I look up to see the same guy from earlier with the black hair. "Oh, sorry I didn't mean to run into you." For fucks sake y/n way to embarrass yourself.

He sighs and rolls his eyes clearly annoyed. Um, rude what the hell is his problem?

"Just watch where you going next time." He says as he begins to make his way toward the dungeons. Wait a damn minute... "Excuse me," I say to him and he stops but doesn't turn around so I take that as my sign to continue. "I didn't quite catch your name." He doesn't answer for a few moments as he stands there.

What's this guy's problem? I said sorry. It's not like I walked into him on purpose! His approach could benefit from a more accommodating demeanor.

"Professor Snape." He mutters before making his way toward the dungeons once more.

Oh shit.

Well, that makes more sense.

8:07 pm

I finally make it back to my quarters and immediately flop down on my bed. Damn, Dali was right. That man is something else. I set my PJs on the bed before heading toward the bathroom for a quick shower.

After taking a shower, I use a drying spell on my hair with my wand. I then apply my favorite scented lotion and slip into my pajamas before getting into bed, tossing and turning to get comfortable.

Great job Y/n! What a great way to end the day! Piss off the guy you don't even know. Ugh... I hate when I can't read someone from their emotions. I sigh and stare up at the ceiling. Big day tomorrow. Maybe teaching a bunch of kids won't be so hard. I mean, what could possibly go wrong? 

CHAPTER 4

September 2nd, 1993 6:30 am

As the first rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtain a small sigh escapes my lips as I roll over and stare at the ceiling. I didn't get much sleep last night as my nerves were getting the best of me. I can't tell if it's because I'm anxious to teach or if it's just because of my ungodly sleep schedule.

I glance at the clock on my bedside table—6:30 AM. I groan as I swing my legs out of bed, my feet finding the warmth of the plush carpet. My routine was well-rehearsed after years of early mornings. First, a quick visit to the bathroom to splash my face with cold water, a habit that helped shake off the remnants of getting no shut-eye as usual.

A bit later I make my way toward my desk in the corner reviewing my lessons and making mental notes of any last-minute adjustments that may be needed for future classes. I flip a few papers to see which grades I will be teaching today. "First, third, and sixth..." I mutter to myself as I fold the papers placing them into a small bag. I may be a bit of a train wreck but at least I'm prepared.

I head back toward my closet opening the doors. Crap. What am I gonna wear? I stand in front of my closet moving hangers back and forth as I look for an outfit. After what felt like hours of trying on different outfits I found something both professional and comfortable—today is the first day after all.

Just as I finish doing my hair a knock can be heard from my door. "Y/n! It's me! Open up!" Dalia utters as she rocks back and forth on her heels.

I make my way to the door opening it and letting her inside. "Mornin-" "Morning! Okay, so I was thinking what if we quickly go to your classroom and I can help you get things ready so that then we can-"

"Dali!" I interpret her mid-ramble placing my hands on her shoulders so she is facing me. "What?" "Calm down you're a bit jumpy." "Sorry." She says her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "I'm just so excited for you! Oh and love your outfit by the way." "Thanks. It took me a bit to put it together."

"Okay, so breakfast first?" I nod as I begin to follow her out of my room and to the Great Hall. "Dali it amazes me that you're not a Hufflepuff. You are very bubbly." She slows her pace to walk next to me. "Yeah, I've heard that a lot. A bunch of my family is Huffelpuff's so maybe they rubbed off on me."

The morning sun cast a warm glow over the Great Hall, where the brightness of its lofty ceilings and long wooden tables set the scene for the day's beginning.

"I call dibs on the right side of Lupin," Dalia mutters as we approach the table. My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Why are you calling dibs?" Dalia motions with her head toward the last two empty seats. One next to Lupin and the other next to Snape.

"Sorry." She mutters sitting beside Lupin. "Morning Professor," She says a cheery smile on her face as she takes the seat next to the brunette. "Good Morning Miss Morland. Sleep well?" He questions as he takes a sip of his coffee. She shrugs putting some food on her plate.

As I take a seat in between Dalia and Snape I unexpectedly become very anxious. Why am I so nervous? I talked to him once! Once! He's clearly not that bad, he's just... well... I don't know what he is but he's somethin.

"Miss Evadne!" "Hmm?" I ask as I regain my focus turning toward the raven-haired man. "The water." He says pointing to the now overflowing glass. What? He takes my wand out of my hand and places it on the table.

"You filled the glass too much. You lost focus." He takes out his wand and clears the water off the table. Great another way to embarrass myself. Just my luck. "I would think you would be more aware of your surroundings." He says a teasing smirk on his face.

"Um, what was that about?" Dalia asks as we begin our walk to my classroom. "What was what?" "You like totally lost focus." "I don't know I just got nervous for some reason." Dalia lets out a small chuckle. "no kidding. But what did Snape mean by 'Be more aware of our surroundings'?"

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MIRAGE MASTERLIST

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 5.1

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Coming soon

Draco x Y/n

Y/n: *Leaning against Pansy in the Slytherin common room* "I wish I had a boyfriend."

Pansy: *sighs a frown appearing on her lips* "Preach babe."

*Draco and Blaise sitting on the couch opposite them*

Draco: "Fucking hello?!?!"

Blaise: "I'm not doing this today."

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Severus x Y/n

Fred, George and Y/n Snape talking outside the door where the order meeting is being held

y/n: “This is a life or death situation you guys know that right? I’m risking a lot here. Not only I’m an arriving late to the meeting but I’m also going to cause a disruption.”

Fred: “Your Snapes wife! Which is exactly why you should be the one to pull this prank!”

George: “Plus he’s more likely to kill us than you.”

y/n: “Yeah cause that helps.”

Fred: “Just go please professor y/n!”

y/n: *Sighs* “You owe me big time.”

y/n barges into the kitchen as the order all looks up

y/n: “SEVERS TOBAIS SNAPE!”

Sirius: “Ohh snivellus fucked up…”

Severus: *Looks up a look of confusion etched on his face*

y/n: “Who the fuck is Daisy?!?”

Severus: “Darling what? Who is that?”

y/n: *drops a pair of sunglasses on her face* “Daisy me rollin…”

Fred and George laughing in the hallway

Severus: *Stands up and starts heading towards the door*

y/n: “Shit!”

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Draco x Y/n

(Draco going to see Y/n)

Draco: "Hey love you busy?" *Standing in the middle of your dorm door*

Y/n: "Yes."

Draco: "With what?"

Y/n: "I got a hot date."

Draco: "Excuse me?! With who?!" *Confused and totally jealous*

Y/n: "With the kitchen. Now get the fuck out my way. I'm hungry."

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