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Alexander Langston

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

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"Fuck off."


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N A M E
Alexander Hughes Langston

A G E
18

H O U S E
Slytherin

B L O O D S T A T U S
Muggle-born

P A R E N T S
I try to forget them..

S E X U A L I T Y
who the hell knows..

Z O D I A C
Virgo






A P P E A R A N C E

ImageImageHe never grew out of his boyish face, even though his eyes betrayed that his innocence had been long gone. Dark, expressive eyes often gave a blank stare – but when they lit up, boy were they mesmerizing. His face was almost always set in an expression of deep thought, but on the rare occasion that he’d smile (only in an attempt to make someone else smile), dimples could be spotted in either cheek. Most of the year his hair was dark, but when summer began he’d usually cut it down. He’d spend most of the summer in the sun, avoiding going home, and by the end of the summer the mop that had grown out would be a golden from the sun. Freckles would develop across his tawny skin, bronzed at the end of summer but fair again by the new year, stark against dark features. Not exceptionally tall, it contributed to his ability to not stand out. He wasn’t especially athletic, but he was by no means large. He’d considered his body type average, although a bit softer than some of his classmates. Not that anyone really ever see’s him with his clothes off. He’s had a few people express mild interest in him – but his personality normally chases them away.









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P E R S O N A L I T Y

reserved || ambitious || antisocial || odd || damaged || unstable

Most people wouldn’t be able to point Alexander out of line up. He rarely spoke unless spoken to, and usually in a low voice so no one else could hear him. He much preferred to keep to his books, cold windows and sketchpad. Life had always been easier that way. He didn’t make many friends, but every now and then a person would stick around. He didn’t really understand attachments enough to appreciate them, often ignoring them unless the person was persistent. Every now and again if someone who he recognized for always going out of their way to include him was having a down day, he’d crack a dry joke in an attempt to cheer them up. Usually the attempt alone was enough to do the trick, seeing him so out of character.

No, Alexander much preferred his books. They always spoke about something else, and he never had to think about himself when reading a book. These books especially held stories and secrets who would never have been capable of even dreaming of. When your life was absolute shite most of your life, uncovering a magical history isn’t homework – it was fantasy come to life. He wanted to consume all the information there was, and he did. He was the sharpest Slytherin in his year, most likely. Not that anyone knew – he never shared his grades with anyone. The only clue would be a demonstration in class, but there were plenty of other brilliant wizard and witches. He made a point not to stand out.

He didn’t like attention, not because it made him nervous but because he was afraid people could see right through him. See the fact that he didn’t understand any part of this life. Didn’t understand what it meant to be loved, to care about himself, to sacrifice. He was afraid they could see his desire to hurt, his hunger to recreate his most violent moments. He spent so much of his life filled with hate, it didn’t feel like it was something he could just “let go” of. Sometimes he’d have to find a room to himself to just let out a scream, it was the only way the hate could escape. But he says the right things when asked, knows just what people want to hear – you’d probably never know the difference.

When he took drugs though – oh man, Alexander was a brand new person. He chased the high, Euphoria Elixir his drug of choice. It made him the person he wish he could be. He smiled, made friends, cracked jokes. Many people who knew him from a party at the Shrieking Shack wouldn’t recognize the skulking boy in potions class. The first time he’d been exposed to the drug, he never wanted to be sober – leading to terrible consequences during his withdrawal that summer. Now kept on a short leash, even though at the legal age to use magic outside of Hogwarts he was forced to wait until he graduated, an unusual mandate. He figured if he just played his part he’d have his time.












H I S T O R Y

Alex tries not to remember much of his life before Hogwarts. He bounced around the system, his parents were in and out of prison. The Langston’s of Manchester were scum, the worst around. They robbed anyone and everyone, sold drugs, got into fights. The one time his parents got him back for a year when he was 10, his dad would use him as an ash tray for wetting the bed. He hated him, hated his mom, hated his life. No home would keep him for long, they all said the same thing. Strange things happened around him. He was a strange boy.

He kept to himself, every now and again he’d be lucky to make a friend, but then he’d end up leaving. It’d end up being easier if he didn’t make any friends at all. He liked going to the train tracks and throwing rocks at the birds, he never missed. Sometimes he’d knock one dead, and curiosity would get the best of him and he’d inspect it’s body. One time it was still breathing when he came over, and he placed his foot on it’s chest until he could hear it’s frail bones break under it’s pressure.

When a woman in a funny green cloak came to visit him one fateful evening, he didn’t believe her when she said magic existed. Even though he’d seen impossible things happen before his eyes, he couldn’t let himself believe in anything else. Then she turned into a cat right before his eyes, staring back at him with the same intelligent eyes. He had stared wide eyed, stunned. She turned back into herself and explained it all to him as best she could. He didn’t have any money for school or supplies, but the Ministry had certain funds in place for these cases – whatever that meant.

She left him with a trunk filled with books for his new school year and his uniform, even a new pair of shoes. He’d never had anything new before in his life. That first day at platform 9 ¾’s was the start of a new era for him, or so he thought. He was sorted into Slytherin, which someone told him later was unusual for a muggle-born witch or wizard. He had roommates, a “house”, classmates he saw every day – but he still felt a little alone no matter what. He even made a couple friends, but even the other muggle born kids couldn’t understand. No one understood the type of life he had to endure growing up, and that was incredibly isolating. Her he was in a world that was literally magical and all he could do was think of his father’s face as he ran him down the stairs, bashing his face into the wall.

He became more withdrawn, going back to his old ways of isolating himself. If his friends really pleaded for him to stay, he did – but he’d often just tell himself they were doing it because they felt bad for him. That no one really wanted him around. When his friends started going to parties at the Shrieking Shack it was like pulling teeth trying to get Alexander to go. He’d much rather read a book or sketch. Then he tried Wizard drugs for the first time – things like giggle water and euphoria elixir. For once he felt that feeling he had been chasing for so long. With these substances he was finally the person he wanted to be, if only for a brief second. That first summer home after was where it all went wrong.

He’d gone from literal liquid euphoria available at his disposable to a literal nightmare day in and day out. McGonagall had worked out something with the state where he stayed with his mom during the summer, who had been out of prison for a while but hadn’t sought custody of Alexander at any point. She wasn’t exactly excited to have Alexander around. She didn’t even warn him when his dad was getting out, he just came home one day from his job at the Tesco and saw the piece of the shit on the couch with a cigarette hanging out his mouth. He could feel every scar his father left on him burn at the sight of him.

That summer his father antagonized him every day, one more than one occasion pissing on him to wake him up because that’s what he liked, wasn’t it? It was living hell. One day he found his dad had broken open his trunk, flipping through his books, ripping out pages. “What the fuck is this shite? Are you going to some fairy magician school? Learning how to pull a rabbit out a hat?” Alexander just stood there, he could always fix his books once he returned to Hogwarts. Almost anything within the trunk could be repaired…almost.

“What’s this?” his father asked, waving around his wand. Alexander tensed, only encouraging his father. “Oh, this – this you care about, don’t you? What, is this what you use to fuck ye own bum?”

Alexander tried not to lunge, but as his father gripped both end of his wand and began to bend he reacted. Even with the element of surprise on his side, it wasn’t enough to physically overpower his father. He flipped Alexander over so that he was on top of him and began throwing blows, one after the next. All Alexander could see was his smile, growing with each hit. He swore he heard laughter.

Then something snapped. A low guttural sound grew from within into a full blown roar, shaking the room around him. His father went pale, jumping off, but Alexander pulled him back down. Soon he was on top of him, pounding him to a pulp. Blood spattered on his face, but Alexander didn’t stop. His father managed to overpower him again, throwing him back and gripping around Alexander’s neck. He squeezed with all his might, Alexander could feel his air supply being cut off. It was the end.

Then…he blacked out.




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He came to covered in blood with his father being taken away by the ambulance, he died shortly after. The muggle police knew of his father’s past, they didn’t question for a second that it was self-defense. What they didn’t know is how happy Alexander was that he was the one who got to take the old man out, even if he didn’t remember how he did it. He spent forever in the muggle police station, his mother didn’t want to come and get him. Somehow Professor McGonagall ended up getting him, even took him to her own home. Let him shower and change into a fresh set of Wizard robes and made him a cup of tea.

She’d always taken in interest in him, maybe because she knew of his upbringing. Now he could see the concern written on her face. He’d never seen her at a loss of words before, he was certain he was about to be expelled. Finally he managed to ask her, “Am I…am I expelled, Professor?”

She immediately began to shake her head, setting down her tea. “Of course not,” she assured “this is an unusual situation, but I know it is not your fault.”

He felt like he could breathe again.

It wasn’t going to be easy, McGonagall said he would have to meet with a psychologist – muggle or otherwise, his choice. They’d have to do evaluations every quarter to make sure he remained mentally capable of the responsibility of magic. He’d be on a shorter leash, that much was clear. He didn’t tell anyone what happened when he returned the next year, but that didn’t mean he didn’t think about it. Nearly every moment. He wanted to remember so bad, to remember when he killed his own father. He’d spend hours just staring out a window, playing through those last moment before he lost consciousness, trying to remember. He went to therapy and pretended like everything was okay. He said what he thought they wanted to hear, and did great on his O.W.L.S.

The next summer, he stayed at the Leaky Cauldron. Normally he’d have been able to use magic at this point, but due to his special circumstances he still was restricted. Every week a different Auror or professor stayed to keep an eye on him, some of them bringing their kids along who he knew from school. He even got to meet Harry Potter, someone he’d always related to. It was just one more year before he graduated, then he was off the short leash. If only he could suppress the urge to relive those final moments with his dad through someone else.











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E X T R A S

W A N D
12 inches ||Blackthorn || Supple || Dragon Heartstring
S P E C I A L
Nothing at all.
Q U I D D I T C H
Never got into it. Mediocre at flying.
P E T
A rat named Felix.
P A T R O N U S
Rattlesnake
B O G G A R T
His father standing over him..

So begins...

Alexander Langston'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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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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Character Portrait: Scorpius Malfoy Character Portrait: Sirius Orion Black Character Portrait: Alexander Langston Character Portrait: Piper Leilani Longbottom Character Portrait: Albus Severus Potter

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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.




Thank you emotionless for the lovely words