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Sirius Orion Black

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a character in “We Solemnly Swear...”, as played by josten_fox10

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"How much you wanna risk?"


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N A M E
Sirius Orion Black
"Like the brightest stars in the sky and in history."

N I C K N A M E S
Ori || "I like it okay."
Paddy || ”Mr. Potter gave me this one.”
Shorty || ”Don't. Unless you want to die.”

B I R T H D A T E
July 31

A G E
16

B L O O D S T A T U S
Half-blood
"It just happened that way."

P A R E N T S
Regulus A. Black II - Son of Regulus A. Black
"I didn't know my grandfather was an important figure."

S E X U A L I T Y
Pancakes
”They good!”

H O U S E
Slytherin
"Hissssss."


"I'd rather be anything than ordinary, please."


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P E R S O N A L I T Y

"De colores."

Multi-faceted|| Real || Tough || Driven || Reliable || Trustworthy ||

Orion is a creature of color. She has as many emotions as the rainbow has shades, and each of them manifests itself brilliantly when summoned. There is nothing plain or simple about her. If anyone asked her to be, she would not know where or how to start. Orion does not actively try to be different, she just is. Her multi-faceted being is often attributed to her mixed heritage. She has all the cool-headedness of her grandfather's family and the passion of her mother's family.

As lovely as she is sweet, Orion is as feisty as she is passionate. She will not hesitate to address issues or engage in confrontation. She does not shy away from situations in which she might be at a disadvantage. In fact, she faces them all the more for it. When it comes to friendships, she is selective. With family, she is completely devoted. Aware that everyone has their secrets, Orion accepts the friendship that others offer her with their terms and conditions. She will not pressure or press for the truth, but she knows when she is being lied to. Patient as only she knows how to be, Orion waits out every truth, even those she is unaware of.

Everything is an adventure. Each day she discovers a bit more about the world. Orion possesses the kind of optimism that can only be found in truly optimistic people: the kind that is not overwhelming or overpowering, the kind that lets you decide whether you wish to partake in it or not.


"Besame morenita."


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A P P E R A N C E

"Tan skin. Black hair. Red lips. Beauty."

Orion is what her father has always called a Mexican beauty. Taking after her mother, but inheriting the color and texture of the Black family hair, Orion is not far from the Mexican beauty standards. She looks good in every color due to the shade of her skin. Red lipstick is her trademark, along with winged eyeliner. She never reveals whether she uses magic to apply makeup or not, it is her secret to keep. Sometimes, she will change her hairstyle, but its length always returns thanks to an old family secret. Her features can change from sweet to deadly depending on the situation; it is an awe striking thing to behold.


"Do you believe in magic?"


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W A N D
12'' || Cheery || Unicorn

S P E C I A L
Excelles in DADA and Potions. Bilingual: English/Spanish
"Cuidadito."

Q U I D D I T C H
Beater
"Best watch out, cutie."

P E T
Black cat named Draco
"It was before I knew I had an uncle by that name. Whoops."

P A T R O N U S
Black dog


B O G G A R T
To see her grandfather's legacy destroyed. Also, mice.
"He was so much more than what you think."


"Where I came from will guide me into who I will become."


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H I S T O R Y

"Stop labeling me."


Sirius Orion Black grew up with stories of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. They might not have been the most beautiful, but she understood what mattered the most: doing the right thing. Not many know what happened to Regulus A. Black after he left the Death Eaters. Not many people bothered to find out. But his granddaughter knows. That is why she chose to attend Hogwarts instead of Ilvermony when her acceptance letters arrived simultaneously. What Orion did not know, was the extent to which her family history was known.

Her childhood was full of stories about Sirius Orion Black, her namesake, her great-uncle whom her grandfather loved very much. Her father always said they would travel to England one day and reunite with him. All of these stories, however, were told to them by Orion's grandmother. Regulus A. Black II never met his father. To Orion, her grandfather is a lovely legend.

Orion's arrival in Hogwarts left many professors with open jaws. The wizarding world turned on its head. Before Orion could settle into her new comfy bed, she was swept away by adults. The Order of the Phoenix, the Ministry of Magic, and some other people she did not know, questioned her. Orion was only eleven years old. Harry Potter was the one that interrupted the questioning, saving his godfather's great-niece from exhaustion.

Learning the truth about the House of Black made a knot grow in Orion's stomach. It gave her nightmares, and images of her grandfather returning from the dead to carve the Dark Mark on her skin caused her to wake up screaming. Accepting the old with the new almost broke her spirit. Almost. It was Harry that told her the stories that mattered most: The Marauders, Regulus A. Black's crucial and spectacular part in defeating Voldemort. Above all, it was the love that Harry assured her lived within the hearts of many of the Black family members that kept the nightmares away.

Now, so close and yet so far from becoming an adult, Sirius Orion Black has kept a steady grip on the person that she really is and the person she wants to be. Well, except on those nights in which her anxiety is too intense and all she needs is a brief escape. That is when she contacts her cousin, Scorpius.

So begins...

Sirius Orion Black's Story

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Character Portrait: Sirius Orion Black Character Portrait: Alexander Langston

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Alexander didn’t bother finding a ride to Kings Cross Station, he just stepped outside the Leaky Cauldron and stuck his wand out. Knight’s bus offered emergency transport for all stranded witches and wizards. Truth is, they’d become his go-to way to get around – so much so the conductor and driver had began to recognize him. “Ye know you can apparate at this age.” Stan Shunpike said from the driver seat.

Alexander ignored his comment and climbed aboard, trunk in tow. He learned to stop letting his extended magic restriction bother him, he’d be at Hogwarts soon enough. This was his last year. From here on out so long as he graduated without a hitch he would have magic every day for the rest of his life. He just had to get there.

He stared out the window deep in thought as usual. It was his favorite pastime, staring out windows. Soon he’d get to stare out his favorite one, the one on the train to Hogwarts. He made his way onto the train without looking for anyone, finding his own to curl up with a book. He preferred to ride in alone, he was terrible at the whole “how was your summer” dribble. Once they got into the rolling hills of green he pulled out his sketch book, taking breaks from staring out the window to draw within. Home was coming closer.

The first feast was always the best, with all his favorites. Alexander stuffed himself with a bit of everything, even slipping a few treats into his pocket for later. He’d been eating whatever food the Leaky Cauldron had drummed up that day all summer, and it was never really that appetizing. He went straight from the feast to the Slytherin common room, hoping to find a comfy chair to spend the rest of his night in, he stayed until everyone had gone to sleep and he was the last one there reading Most Macabre Monstrosities in front of the fire.

When Orion descended into the common room, he didn’t see her at first. He heard the clip of her shoes against the stone, despite her soft steps. He looked up from her book and saw she was dressed for something – a party maybe. He’d heard whispers there was one going on, not that he expected an invitation. He caught her eye from across the room and a smile split across her face. She was always so vibrant and filled with life. He went back to his book, unresponsive. She appeared in front of him, sliding a brightly colored gift bag between his book and his vision.

“What’s this?” he asked.


"That," she said with a tilt of her head and a lithe bounce in her step, "is your outfit for the night." There were dark stars glowing in her eyes, and a bright red smile on her lips.

He looked at her expression, unable to match her enthusiasm but appreciative for it anyway. Reaching into the bag with his brow furrowed, he seemed confused when he pulled out fine dark linen. It was obviously a nice outfit, but he appeared perplexed. "I don't get it...why would I wear this to bed?"

A single, perfectly dark eyebrow rose. She placed her hands on her hips, her head tilting in the other direction. She seemed to debate with herself momentarily. Finally, she said, "You wear them to bed so that I can take them off later."

Without giving him time to consider her words too deeply, she broke into a joyful laugh. "Come on, Lex! Be my date tonight."


An eyebrow quirked at the suggestion, looking Orion over. He was terrible at identifying flirting, but he was pretty sure it just happened. He mulled over her words for a few minutes, playing with the fabric of his new clothes. He didn't own many nice things, and he could tell this was *nice*. Finally, he set his book down. "Fine, since you've lured me in with the obligation of the gift of fine linen." He said, standing up.

"Besides, if I'm correct about my social standing and teenagers...when the ostensibly attractive girl asks you on a date," He said, holding the outfit against his frame to confirm it was the right size, "you say yes."


Orion's smile exploded into a grin. "I love it when you use big words, buttermilk. Now hurry up and change. Life won't wait for us."

Alexander dropped his things in his dorm, a couple of his roommates has already slipped out - presumably to the same party where he was headed. Not one to spend much time on his appearance, he changed promptly, running a hand through his hair instead of a comb. He still looked disheveled but at least the clothes gave him a polish. The clothes fit like a glove and seemed to match Orion's outfit perfectly.

He was adjusting the sleeve his entire way back to her, he hated anything that made him stand out. Still, he had to admit he looked sharp. Doing the calculations in his mind, he offered his arm to Orion. It seemed like that was what a date would do, or maybe that was just a muggle thing, maybe misogynistic - he wasn't sure. He was certain his stream of thoughts were written in his expression. He couldn't turn the them off.


Orion's smile never faltered. She looped her arm around his, letting her fingers glide against the skin of his hand. Looking at him, she stood on her toes, only just managing to reach his hair. Soft flicks of her fingers styled it to a personal preference. "There. You look dangerously handsome."

He seemed to deeply consider her words, before nodding. "And you look attractive - but you already knew that."

"Yes," she replied, "but I love it when you say it."

Alex had taken the trip to the Shrieking Shack enough times to lead the way, enchanting their shoes so their steps were muffled. He wasn't sure how they got away with these parties, he could smell the moondew from a kilometer away. His mouth began to water thinking about the substances within.

A weight on his arm made his look down; Orion had rested her head against his arm. Her eyes seemed far away, the way they did when something was not quite right inside her. She held his arm tighter, pulling him closer, as if he were a lifeline and not the other way around.
"Think of me," she said, "when you're happy in there."


He could something had shifted, but couldn’t put his finger on what. He responded with what he always did when someone who took interest in him seemed down. The corners of his lips pulled up, revealing dimples on either cheek. His smile reached his eyes, a technique he mastered years ago by smiling over and over in the mirror to perfect the authentic fake smile. He had learned early on that people responded to smiling, so he had honed his to perfection. “That won’t be hard,” He said, almost flirting for a moment, “you’ll be standing right next to me.”

He escorted her in, making sure to be as gentlemanly as the cinemas had taught him. Immediately he could see Teddy in the back of the room, people flocking to him. Alexander knew what Teddy meant – the guy had everything and anything to give Alex that high he so craved. He tensed, trying not to stare. Instead he looked at Orion, practicing his smile once again.


Her reaction wasn’t what he was hoping. Orion was not smiling back at him the way she usually would. Her red lips were lifeless on her beautiful face, and the grip of her hand on his arm tightened.

"Oh, Lex," she sighed. "We are nothing but liars, you and I."

And with that, she stepped away from his side, weaving her way to her cousin.


Alexander furrowed his brow, trying to figure out what she meant. It was a very out of character response for Orion. Maybe he had done something, maybe not – he wouldn’t be able to figure anything out while Euphoria Elixir was sitting so close. He slinked through the crowd to where he saw Theodore and his bag of loot. There had to be some in there. As he neared, he could see the phials resting within the bag, he was practically drooling.

He was unable to stop his hands from fiddling, he found making himself seem nervous when talking to people made them more sympathetic. It was habit at this point. “T-Ted?” He spoke, almost inaudible over the cacophony. “Can I…get a couple of those –“ Ted didn’t seem to even notice him. Probably for the best. Alexander didn’t feel like Theodore liked him much. He snagged a couple of phials, throwing a couple sickles into his bag. Before he could turn around, he felt a familiar arm slink into his. Orion had found her way back at his side, he analyzed her features to see if the strange moment had passed.


"Only what is enough," she said, pulling him into the dancing crowd. Her hands were so soft on him, so gentle and caressing that he didn't notice when she took the vials from him. She pocketed one, drank the other. Before he could do anything, Orion reached for the back of his neck and. pulled him into a deep kiss, Euphoria Elixir sliding into his mouth.

Usually such intimacy made him ill at ease, but all he could think about now is the elixir, he drank every drop. He didn’t even realize he was kissing her back until he felt the elixir hit. It flowed to the tips of his fingers, toes – the corners of his eyes. Suddenly he couldn’t quit smiling, and he was dancing….D A N C I N G. He grabbed Orion’s hand, twirling her where she stood. Finally, he felt alive again.

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Character Portrait: Scorpius Malfoy Character Portrait: Teddy Lupin Character Portrait: Sirius Orion Black Character Portrait: Alexander Langston

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I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

Sirius Orion Black traced the words over and over on a piece of parchment. Her looping handwriting made her feel safe, secure, stable. The noise from her fellow schoolmates made her skin itch.

Orion did not understand why her soul was so unsettled. She had spent a marvelous summer with her maternal family in the States. They’d gone to Disney World and Universal Studios. When she’d flown back to England, Harry Potter was there to welcome her home.

She’d spent the last three weeks of vacation at Number 12. She’d visited the Weasleys and given them the superhero merchandise that she’d gotten for them. She had also met up with Scorpius and Teddy. They’d had tea in the gardens of Malfoy Manor while Harry and Draco conversed quietly over glasses of wine.

While the boys listened to her adventures in America, she could feel that pebble in the pit of her stomach starting to grow. It presented itself at the most peaceful of moments, when the world faded out of perspective and all that existed were those she loved. Orion could never quite pinpoint the reason as to why this happened, she just knew that it did. She looked at Scorpius and Teddy, both playing nice to give her this one peaceful afternoon.

Lying on the grass, with her head resting against Teddy’s arm and Scorpius’ head on her lap, Orion asked the one thing she needed to know the most at the moment: “There will be a homecoming party, yes?”

Scorpius opened his eyes, a vicious grin on his lips.




“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

Orion whispered the words under her breath, her mantra to keep the beating of her heart steady. Each stroke of the makeup brush, the tapping of a beauty blender, made her keep focus. Red lipstick when on last.

Appraising her reflection, Orion inhaled deeply. She was all tight clothes and sharp edged makeup. Her armor fit perfectly, it even felt perfect. She would be okay. Nothing would harm her tonight. She would be under Scorpius and Teddy’s protection. They would be nearby, if intoxicated. Giving her hair a final tease, she strapped her wand to her leg and left the dormitory. Before she closed the door behind her, she reached for the gift bag on her desk.




Orion sensed Alexander more than saw him when she entered the common room. His magic made the room feel different, simultaneously steady and loaded with bristling energy. She knew he would be in the common room. She could picture him already, back erect and book propped open by the glass window.

Alexander looked up from his book; he considered her momentarily before returning to his reading. Orion smiled, making her way to him. Every step she took brought her closer to that unstable source of magic. It was alluring and frightening. Gently, she placed the gift back in his line of vision.

“What’s this?” he asked.

"That," she said with a tilt of her head and a lithe bounce in her step, "is your outfit for the night." There were dark stars glowing in her eyes, and a bright red smile on her lips.

He looked at her expression, unable to match her enthusiasm but appreciative for it anyway. Reaching into the bag with his brow furrowed, he seemed confused when he pulled out fine dark linen. Orion had spent many hours looking for something that would suit Alexander’s physique. Seeing the dark fabric between his fingers assured her that she had made the right call. [/b]“I don't get it...why would I wear this to bed?"[/b]

A single, perfectly dark eyebrow rose. She placed her hands on her hips, her head tilting in the other direction. She seemed to debate with herself momentarily. Finally, she said, "You wear them to bed so that I can take them off later."

Without giving him time to consider her words too deeply, she broke into a joyful laugh. "Come on, Lex! Be my date tonight."

An eyebrow quirked at the suggestion, looking Orion over.

She liked it when he looked at her like that, like she was just out of reach but too close for comfort. Orion knew what Scorpius’ opinion of Alexander was, but she felt drawn to him in a way that she could not explain.

"Fine, since you've lured me in with the obligation of the gift of fine linen." He said, standing up.

"Besides, if I'm correct about my social standing and teenagers...when the ostensibly attractive girl asks you on a date," He said, holding the outfit against his frame to confirm it was the right size, "you say yes."


Orion's smile exploded into a grin. "I love it when you use big words, buttermilk. Now hurry up and change. Life won't wait for us."
Nonplussed, Alexander set his book down and proceeded to the dormitories. During her wait, Orion took his seat, flipping through the pages of his book. She laughed softly at his selection: Most Macabre Monstrosities. It was very Alexander. Pausing, she wondered if it was strange that that particular corner of the common room smelled like him. Like the earth and somewhat spicy.

Sensing his return, Orion looked up. He was fidgeting with his sleeves, making his hair fall across his forehead in a most unfavoring manner. He looked dark, dangerous, and stunning.
Orion's smile never faltered. She looped her arm around his, letting her fingers glide against the skin of his hand. Looking at him, she stood on her toes, only just managing to reach his hair. Soft flicks of her fingers styled it to a personal preference.This close to him, she could feel the way his magic and warmth radiated off him. She could tell from the focus in his eyes that he had considered his movements very carefully. There was that tattletale pinch around his eyes that Orion suspected he was unaware of.

"There. You look dangerously handsome."

He seemed to deeply consider her words, before nodding. "And you look attractive - but you already knew that."

"Yes," she replied, "but I love it when you say it."

Sneaking through the castle was a magical experience all on its own. They stuck close together, bodies pressed together under the soft caresses of the shadows. At one point, Alexander pulled her back, pinning her against the safety of a statue while a professor walked by. Orion’s heart beat in time with the professor’s footfalls, her dark eyes gazing up at the young man caging her in.

If she had to choose between the relief of drugs or Alexander’s arms, she would be unable to make a decision. They were both so intoxicating, so alluring. The drugs of the Shack, however, were much closer to her than Alexander would ever be. Orion held no delusions of ever having his undivided attention, much less his affection.

Alexander drew away, looking her over with little curiosity. Something akin to realization crawled across his eyes. Softly, he apologized for treating her so roughly. Orion gave his arm a pat, taking his hand in hers and making a quick dive through the secret passage that would lead them directly to the Shrieking Shack.




Every step brought them closer to the end of the tunnel. Each second carried them further away from their troubles. The small, uncomfortable pebbles that had lived in Orion’s stomach for the past few weeks had become heavy boulders.
Her skin itched with need. She wanted it, needed it, that blissful escape from her vicious feelings. Her body was her most frightening enemy, and the nights at the Shack dulled its sharp blades.

Having Alexander beside her made her feel better. So many people found his lack of empathy terrifying. Orion, on the other hand, sometimes envied it. If she could just shut up her feelings for a couple of minutes, for a few wonderful seconds.

The ground shook underneath their feet as they entered the scene. As social as she was, Orion hated crowds. The boulder in her stomach threatened to kill her.

Orion rested her head against Alexander’s arm; the weight on it made him look down. Her eyes seemed far away, the way they did when something was not quite right inside her. She held his arm tighter, pulling him closer, as if he were a lifeline and not the other way around. "Think of me," she said, "when you're happy in there."

Alexander smiled. His beautiful dimples appeared, smile only just reaching his eyes. But there was no light in them.

“That won’t be hard,” He said, almost flirting for a moment, “you’ll be standing right next to me.”

He guided her into the room, placing his hand on the small of her back as they walked. The room bounded with an energy all of its own. Walls swaying along with the shaking movement of the old building. Yet every student present only cared about two things: dancing and getting high.

Alexander smiled down at Orion again. What he saw nearly unsettled him, if not confused him altogether. Orion was not smiling back at him the way he had expected. Her red lips were lifeless on her beautiful face, and the grip of her hand on his arm tightened.

"Oh, Lex," she sighed. "We are nothing but liars, you and I."

And with that, she stepped away from his side, weaving her way to her cousin. She needed it, Moondew in high doses, Euphoria Elixir in small ones. Orion waited her turn, giving Teddy a small kiss on the cheek as she took her drug of choice.

She caught Alexander’s stumbling words, saw his hand take what he needed from Teddy’s bag. A swift exchange of money for drugs, drugs for money.

"Only what is enough," she said, pulling him into the dancing crowd. Her hands were so soft on him, so gentle and caressing that he didn't notice when she took the vials from him. She pocketed one, drank the other. Before he could do anything, Orion reached for the back of his neck and. pulled him into a deep kiss, Euphoria Elixir sliding into his mouth. Alexander kissed her back, and every hot glide of his tongue made her mind swirl. Whatever of the drug escapes their kiss trailed down their chins, making their skin and clothes sticky.

And then he was smiling, that smile lighting his eyes up like the stars in the night sky that Orion so much loved. He took Orion’s hand in his, dancing, dancing, and dancing.

The drugs made everything better. They took away all the horrible things, all the dark shadows, and nasty feelings. Orion followed his lead, letting her mind be fooled by the bliss of the elixir and the proximity that was Alexander Langston.




Thank you LindaRose for your words!

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Character Portrait: Louis Weasley Character Portrait: Scorpius Malfoy Character Portrait: Teddy Lupin Character Portrait: James Potter Character Portrait: Sirius Orion Black Character Portrait: Piper Leilani Longbottom Character Portrait: Albus Severus Potter

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One of the most important things that anyone had to know about Albus Severus Potter was that although he did not partake in the drugs that Teddy had to offer, and that he did not particularly get along with either Scorpius or Louis, he had never once missed one of their parties.

The Shrieking Shack was a special place to the Hogwarts students that attended the late night getaways. But it was not as special a place to them as it was to Albus. Long before the parties, long before James shared the secret passages with the others, Albus had been coming to the Shack in secret.

It had been a place to think, to reflect on the history kept within its walls. At the quietest, stillest of moments, Albus could hear the sounds, the whispers of the past, reaching through the folds of Time to speak to him.

The scratches on the floorboards spoke of a friendship so deep, Death could not destroy it. Torn sheets and curtains sang of the loyalty amongst friends, but wept at the betrayal of a dear one. The black blood stains that accented the interior whispered the loudest: family, family, family.

It took Albus a long time to come to terms with the presence of others in the Shack. First came James, stumbling through the passage from the Whomping Willow. Then followed Scorpius and Louis, Teddy and Kingsley. Orion had been the only one Albus had brought in of his own accord, back when things were still fresh, new, and lovely between them.

Then came the parties, the students, drunk and drugged, and unfortunate. Albus did not care much for the comings and goings of every student in Hogwarts, yet he could not allow himself to turn a blind eye when they needed it the most.

Safe rooms, clean clothes and water, and a secret deal between a Potter and the House-Elves provided the intoxicated adolescents with safe escorts back to their dormitories. Nobody had asked him to do it; Albus himself had not volunteered for the job. Still, it got done.

Putting out the last of his cigarette on the sole of his shoe, Albus checked on the charms on his clothing; there would be no point in trying to be sober if he succumbed to the stray fumes of the burning Moondew.

The scene on display was like all the others before it: dirty, sexual, drugged. Albus gilded around, sidestepping bodies and stopping to take an offered kiss every now and then. Only a light peck, nothing more. Whimpers and whines begged him for more, but he had no time for that.

Out of the corner of his eye, Albus noticed how a fellow Slytherin seemed to be forcing too much of himself into someone’s personal space. Exhaling with exasperation, Albus neared the antagonist in question and gave him a hard shove. “Come on now, man,” he said, “No means no.”

Much to Piper's surprise, another Slytherin stepped to her defense. She watched the boy who was harassing her fall back into his friends, his face a slideshow of surprise and aggravation. Once properly back on his feet he looked around for his attacker, ready to make heads roll....until his eyes landed on her rescuer. Piper took a moment to take in the scene. The boy, her rescuer, stood at odds with the Asshat Slytherin. In that frozen second between standoff and fighting, she saw Asshat's eyes flicker from Piper to him, assessing the situation, hesitation flickering across his face.

"Defending a Hufflepuff, Potter? You gonna hit that?" He sneered as he advanced on Albus.

Piper felt her face heat at his words. Her fists clenched, but she didn’t want to continue this scene, it was attracting too much attention.


Albus felt that curve in his lips that he sometimes let show; the one that so often got him in trouble.

“No,” he said. “I’m going to hit you.”

His fist flew fast, sharp, and true. The guy flew back, landing on his ass. Before he could do anything else, Albus spelled him unconscious. He kicked his feet out of his way, his glare daring anyone else to join in the fray.

“Round two?”

They scattered, leaving their fallen comrade behind. Albus scoffed, smirking devilishly. He turned to Piper and his grin faded.

“What are you doing here, Longbottom?”

Albus, good lord, it was A L B U S. How had she not recognized him immediately? Fists flew and Piper's brain scattered momentarily, as the fight ensued. How had she not recognized the dark haired boy immediately? His eyes landed on Piper and she almost took a step back, the full force of his gaze was somewhat disorienting for her. She realized he had asked her a question.

"Oh...ah...causing trouble evidently..." She said with a half hearted smile.

"Just came to...cut loose, I suppose. Drink?" She asked gesturing towards the bar area. Good lord, she needed a goddamn drink.


Albus raised a single eyebrow, taking Piper in with grave consideration. She looked unsettled, nervous. Clearly she had not expected what she’d found at the Shack. He shook his head slightly.

“I don’t drink.” He didn’t specify that he did not drink here at the Shrieking Shack. “But I’ll accompany you nonetheless.”

He motioned for her to go ahead, following at a safe distance behind.

"Oh, okay." Piper said mildly surprised by his words. She wasn't sure what surprised her more, the fact that he didn't drink, or that he agreed to come with her.

"Ah, well, I'll have to find some other way to thank you then." She said. Piper's face heated suddenly as her own words rang in her ears. A blush seared through her cheeks and for a minute she thought her face was on fire. Mortified, she turned away from him to hide her cheeks in the dark waves of her hair. As she moved through the crowd, she tried to gather her thoughts. Once at the bar she ordered two single shots of Beetle Berry Whiskey. She took them both within seconds of each other. The sweet burn took her mind off of the pitfalls of socialization.

"So what do you do?" She asked, curiosity coloring her voice.


Piper amused him. The way she tried to hide her face from him as she embarrassed herself unnecessarily, the way she wanted so much to “cut loose,” but still clung so desperately to sobriety.

Albus could feel a not so pleasant smile threatening to show. He leaned his back against the bar, elbows on the smooth surface. Surveying the scene that continued to play in the room, he said with an unidentifiable chuckle: “I’m the guard dog of this place.”




Thank you Em for your words!

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Alexander Langston and Orion Black
"Drugs of their own making, Black and Langston." - Scorpios Hyperion Malfoy

How quickly the night had transformed, Alexander thought to himself. Euphoria was washing over him from head to toe, suffocating the darkness within. It felt like a lifetime ago since Orion had plucked him from his spot in front of the fire, reading a book. He looked at her now, she was glowing. They were in the thick of the dance floor, bodies pushing them together. The closer they were, the more mesmerized he became. Without a second thought he wrapped a protective arm around her waist, lowering down to speak in her ear. “Are you having a good time?”

Orion’s body tingled with glee; the sensation of being so close to the boy she had liked for so many years boosting the euphoria running through her veins. His breath caressed her skin, a ghostly touch of his voice. She grinned up at him, resisting, and failing the urge to kiss him. Orion’s hands slid behind his neck, pulling her up against him as she kissed the sharp line of his jaw. “Yes. Thank you for being here with me.”

Her lips were electrifying and unexpected, her scent surrounded him. He wished he could be this guy all of the time. So often he felt like he was saying or doing the wrong thing, hurting Orion in the process. She felt so small in his arms, as if he might break her. Lights were glittering in her eyes, Alexander couldn’t look away. He almost went to caress her cheek, just falling short worried it was too bold. His confidence was ebbing. Still he couldn’t help himself from saying, “You’re beautiful tonight.”

Orion leaned into his hand, meeting him halfway. She pressed herself into his touch, closing her eyes. After a moment, she kissed his lips softly. “You’re always beautiful, Alexander Langston. Always.”

For once he felt like he wasn’t letting her down. He wasn’t sure how he ended up the object of her affection, he certainly didn’t think himself deserving. There was always a piece of Alexander holding himself back from her, but for once he was able to let himself go. He traced his fingers from the curve of her eyes to the peak of her chin, staring longingly. His smile was ear to ear, unable to look away. Gently he tilted her head back, leaning in. His kiss was slow and tender, his arm around her pulling her deeper. Her presence enveloped him, triggering true euphoria, spiking his high. She felt like absolute ecstasy.

Alexander was kissing her. For the very first time, he had been the one to initiate such an intimate act. Orion always felt a pang if guilt at the stolen kisses, always wondered and longed for him to want her. Now, the floor disappeared from beneath her. It was as if all the strength in her body left her all at once. If Alexander let go, she would fall. No. She would continue falling—and falling and falling and falling.



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Albus could not help it, he had to laugh. It wasn’t a mean laugh, though. He placed his forehead against her shoulder, dipping his head to keep her from seeing the wide smile on his face.

Piper Longbottom had always been as incredibly amusing as she was pretty. The embodiment of a true Hufflepuff and her father’s daughter, Piper had made her way through the ranks at Hogwarts with a bounce in her step and a sass to her voice.

Albus had never thought much about Piper. She had always been a pretty girl in the background of his life; a family friend that he had grown up with and seen at holidays. Orion had eclipsed her, Albus realized. Had kept this diamond in the rough from catching his eye.

His grin widening, Albus’ tongue slid across the exposed skin of her neck.

Piper felt a sense of triumph as Albus’s head pressed against her shoulder. She was ready to make a cheeky remark but all thought flew from her brain as she felt his tongue slide across her neck. She made a sound, somewhere between a gasp and a squeak before she felt her knees get weak. The sensation sent a thousand volts of lightning through her, and she melted into Albus. Her hand slid up his chest slowly, hesitant, and yet curious. She paused momentarily as she felt his heart beat under her palm, steady and strong, like him. She slid her delicate fingers up and through his hair, admiring the feel for a moment before she gave a lock a playful tug.

“You’re not playing fair….I like it.” She laughed breathily as she pressed closer to him.


Albus did not know where the sudden desire came from. Perhaps it was the way Piper seemed to be changing right before him. He worked at the flesh of her neck, his hand sliding onto her lower back.

Once, when they were children, Piper had arrived at the Potters’ house holding a big pot with a budding sunflower for his mum. She’d smelled of wet earth, sunlight, and wildflowers. She smelled like that now too, albeit slightly more refined and grown up.

Albus liked that. He liked that she did not smell like perfume, that she kept her natural scent. A slow growl escaped him as he bit down, sucking, licking. Holding her up.

Piper felt his teeth sink into her neck and she moaned low in her throat. What a goddamn delight! Her mind went fuzzy for a second and she was sincerely happy he was holding her up, because she was fairly certain she was no longer capable of standing. Her hands traced the lines of his back as she took a second indulge in the sensations. She felt giddy and …other unexplainable things.

With a surge of courage, she brought her hands to his jaw line, gently drawing his face up. She grinned up at him before she pressing her lips gently to his. She was hesitant and uncertain, but unafraid.


He did not think that Piper had it in her to kiss him. Her lips were soft; they tasted of apple honey lip balm. He licked the artificial flavor off until he could taste her. He liked her flavor. He liked it a lot more than he’d ever liked anything before.

Blood rushing, skin hot, Albus drew away from Piper. If she kept kissing him like that, he might do something she would later regret.

“This might be a bad idea for you, Longbottom.”

He didn’t say that it was a bad idea for him because he did not believe that. Piper seemed like a very, very good idea. A very good, delicious idea.

Albus stepped back, keeping his arms around her tender body. He couldn’t help himself as he looked her over, devouring her with those bright, emerald green eyes.

Piper fell victim to the kiss, she wanted to fall into it, make the feeling last forever. His mouth was hot, demanding, and she was more than willing to give. When he drew away from her, she pouted. His arms where still around her, and yet she missed the heat of his body.

“And why is that, Potter?” She asked in a teasing tone. She met his gaze and felt heat spread though her in waves. She wanted to pull him close again, to kiss him and feel him against her but she sensed his hesitation.

“Scared, Potter?” She said with a grin in her best Malfoy impersonation, trying to lighten the mood. Wouldn’t want to be seen with a Hufflepuff?” She liked Albus, she liked him more than she wanted to admit. It scared her how badly she yearned for him so suddenly…and yet she felt relaxed and safe with him. He made her feel like a different Piper, someone she had always wanted to be.


Albus could not help it, he laughed. He laughed and pulled her into a tight embrace. He threaded his fingers through her hair, debating whether he should continue or not. With a sigh, he took her by the hand and lead her through a door that nobody seemed to be paying attention to.

Years ago, Albus had made sure that there were rooms available for those that could not make it back to the castle--among other things. He had never used those rooms before. Orion had always kissed him in public and he had never liked that much despite how good it had felt.

Now, he opened the door to the room that had been his long before the parties had started. It was the room in which his father had discovered that he had Sirius. There was broken furniture all around, save for a couch that he had refurbished by hand.

Albus tugged Piper along. He sat on the soft cushions and pulled her onto his lap, hands hard and needy on her hips, mouth hungry for her kiss.




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“What is the most interesting story your dad has told you?”

If Albus started talking about his father, he would never stop. He had so many stories that he wished to share with everyone, so many little facts that no one ever considered to ask of Harry Potter except for his own son.

His favorite story was nothing like Piper’s, no. It had everything to do with Harry, it was the time he had to learn how to ride Sirius’ bike. He had shown Albus the memory on a Pensive once, but Albus always liked how he told it best.

Harry would mimic his own actions. He mounted the bike, only to have it fall on its side and pin him to the ground. He always said that the way he groaned and cursed. That was the first time that he had made fun of his own success at defeating Voldemort. He’d screamed at the top of his lungs that he had not defeated the Dark Lord just so a motorcycle could crush his legs.

That’s when Harry knew he would be alright. And Albus loved that.

Piper watched an array of emotions flash over Albus's face, though he said nothing. She imagined he was replaying the memory to himself.

“You know, sharing is caring.” She said with a smile, though the timid part of her told her not to pry. She squelched that feeling with a brutality she didn't know she had. Piper wanted to know Albus and she'd be damned if she was going to let embarrassment stop her.


Albus laughed softly. He shared his favorite stories with her, whispering softly in a way that made the area around them intimate. He told her about the time Harry had set the python loose on uncle Dudley just before his Hogwarts letters arrived. He shared the time Harry mistook Fred and George for a full month and the twins did nothing about it. He shared between laughs the stack of really bad poetry that he had written to Ginny.

Albus talked for so long that it startled him when a small, gentle house elf placed a hand on his knee.

“Master Potter, sir,” said the kindly creature. “It is nearly time.”

He stopped playing with Piper’s hair, his thoughts scattered in memories of his father’s life before the war. She was curled into him, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. Albus fought the feelings of embarrassment that trickled up his neck to his cheeks.

Clearing his throat, he nodded at the house elf. “Thank you, Peony. You can escort Ms. Longbottom back first.”

Piper was startled by the arrival of the house elf. Her lids heavy, she yawned and stretched as she disentangled herself from Albus. His stories had made her laugh so hard her face hurt, and the deep rumble of his voice had pulled her into such a comfortable state she had forgotten where they were. As much as she wanted to stay, she knew it was time to go back to reality.

Piper tugged Albus closer by the collar of his shirt before pressing her lips to his in a gentle, yet need filled kiss.

“Goodnight, sweet dreams Potter.” She said with a grin before she turned to follow the house elf.


Piper disappeared in a soft swirl of color as the elf disapparated. He stared at the spot where she had just stood, then looked out the window. The sky was black, but not pitch black as it would be during the witching hour.

Scorpius’ time was up.

In one swift motion, Albus stood. He checked his image, running a hand to smooth down his perfectly styled hair. He could feel the bags under his eyes forming, the exhaustion settling deep in his bones.

“First day will be a bloody fucker.”

Slowly, Albus made his rounds, collecting the most intoxicated of his schoolmates. He would tag them with a small charm and the house elves would take them back to Hogwarts Castle. Harry’s history with house elves and Albus’ surname granted him the loyalty of the magical creatures. They swore to keep the Potters’ secrets. Even the most dangerous ones.

It took him the better part of an hour to clear out the Shack. The parties had grown out of proportion. There was a mess of spilled drugs and alcohol, glitter and puke on the ground. A group of elves would stop by in the afternoon to clean it up, and Albus would join them after lessons.

He found Scorpius and Louis making out on the dance floor. Those two would not go to class, but they had to be back in the castle nonetheless. Scorpius shoved him aside hard when he attempted to interrupt.

“Malfoy, don’t make me stun you in front of my cousin.”

Scorpius flipped him off, but he knew better than to argue with Albus. It was Albus’ Shack now. Time was up and they had to head back to their dormitories before morning.

”Piss off, Potter,” he grumbled as he took Louis’ hand and allowed the tiny house elf beside Albus to take him by the elbow.
Sighing, Albus walked to the last two people in the room: Langston and Orion.

They were laying on one of the overly expensive, plush couches that Scorpius had brought in. Langston held Orion close to his chest, his fingers tangled in her hair. Orion slept soundly, her makeup smeared by kisses and sweat. On her arms were thin red trails. They weren’t deep enough to break skin, but the irritation still glared.

Albus’ heart clenched painfully. He looked from Orion’s abused arms to Langston’s drugged eyes. There was no use in telling him about Orion’s anxious tics. No use in telling him to make sure that she kept her nails short. He was too far gone, too far into his own sorrows and problems to see hers.

“Langston. Time to go.”

Albus did not stay to see them disappear.

“Master Potter,” came a soft, childlike voice from beside him. “All of the guest have been returned to their respective dormitories safely.”

Albus nodded, kneeling to take the hand of the young elf and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Thank you, Blossom. You’ve done exceptionally good work, as always.”

Blossom smiled at him, her big blue eyes glowing in the dim lights. “Master Potter should head back too.”

He nodded again. Albus was tired. Maybe he would sleep in tomorrow and miss the first lesson. Would it be too suspicious?

There was no sound, but Albus still heard the pounding of the bass in his head. He couldn’t stay in the Shack, not at the moment, not with the echoes of the party still bouncing off the walls.

He took Blossom’s offered hand. “Yes,” he said, “let us go home.”

They vanished. And the Shrieking Shack was eerily silent.




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