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We Solemnly Swear...

Hogwarts

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a part of We Solemnly Swear..., by CharlotteV.

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CharlotteV holds sovereignty over Hogwarts, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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harry potter by jk rowling - basis idea off tumblr rp thread of same name.

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Neo Dursley [11] Uncle Harry says I shouldn't...but we never listen to uncle Harry.
Scorpius Malfoy [11] "The best way to live is like you're trying to die."
Lysander Scamander [8] "To die will be an awfully big adventure."
Kingsley Shacklebolt II [7] Begging for trouble and sure to find it.
Juniper Chang [6] "I read the rules before I break them."
Louis Weasley [6] "Haha, how about no?"
Sirius Orion Black [6] Careful, I bite.

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For most, the first day back at Hogwarts was a time to see old friends and share stories of the summer. They crowded into train compartments and showed off moving images and smiled brightly as they spoke of their families and their adventures and traded candies.

For some, they shuffled in with relief easing the tension that their bodies had held since they’d left left the school - their home, their safety. Because war or no war, some kids simply weren’t safe when they left for the summer. They had to make it from one day to the next, until the train showed up again to take them back.

For a handful, the first day was met with the wide eyes of innocent children being swept off their feet by the magic of it all. Nervously twisting hands as an old hat fell over their eyes and sang a tune the rest of the school were passed well acquainted with. The applause as houses filled the roles they had lost with the last graduating class.

For others, the wonderment on their faces had nothing to do with friends, or feasts, or sorting ceremonies - it had to do with the secretly appearing invitations in golden script that was there one moment, and gone the next. For them, the first day back wouldn’t really begin until the sun went down. And the rumors whispered between specific few said this time was bound to be a real blast.

It was, after all, The Founders last first day.




There was very little that made Scorpius feel alive, but with the bass pounding through his veins, one arm around a certain redheads neck, and a joint between his lips. Well. That was his utopia.

He wasn’t sure where Weasley #2 was, but she couldn’t be far. There were watchful eyes in the shadows making sure he didn’t drag their darling Louis too far into trouble. Scorpius smirked to himself and dipped his mouth into the curve of Louis’ shoulder. His sweater had fallen just enough that there was bare skin there. Perfection.

The Shack was already packed, smoke in the air, people dancing. He thought maybe he recognized a few people by their hair, maybe Kins’ curls, wasn’t sure. There were fresh faces though, which made Scorpius smile against Louis’ skin. Fresh meat.

He pulled away from his boyfriend and dropped his hand to Louis’ instead, twining their fingers together as he pushed his way through the growing crowd, headed for the front door. The music was loud, someone was cheering, were those shots on fire? Didn’t matter.

He walked until they were outside, round back of the Shack. The air was crisp and cool, their position fairly hidden. One of Victorie’s many ideas was to allow a place where people could get some air if it got to be too much for everyone inside. Luckily for Scorpius, it also doubled as a good place to press Louis up against the wall for a few slow, sweet, Moondew laced kisses.

“Teds should be bringing the good stuff tonight,” Scorpius mentioned, sliding his fingers along the fallen sleeve of Louis’ sweater. “Until then…?”

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The thing about the first day was, it made Neo incredibly, inconceivably happy. Reaching the castle had been a relief, a breath of fresh air that alleviated the sense of suffocation that had gripped him all summer. Spending the holiday with his fraternal grandparents had been atrocious. One would think that after everything they had gone through with Uncle Harry, and now having a magical grandchild of their own, they would be less rotten about magic. But they weren’t. They would never be.

Neo might have been his father’s new beginning, but old dogs could not learn new tricks, and prejudiced bigots had no way of becoming decent human beings.

The heat of unknown bodies pressing against him made him feel alive. Somewhere, someone had a rather potent potion brewing. He didn’t actively seek out any of the more potent drugs Scropious and his group offered; however, he did not mind the pleasant scent of diluted Moondew.

Neo loved the anonymity of the first night back. He loved that no one took a second glance at him, that no one cared about the Dursley in the room. He wasn’t a Dursley or a Gryffindor, not tonight. He wasn’t an illegitimate child that had just spent the most horrible holiday with the most horrible, miserable of people.

He was just another face in the crowd, inhaling the soft fumes that made his mind stop pounding with thoughts. Made the ache in his chest vanish.

A group of fifth years rushed in, excited faces and bright lit eyes giving them away. One of them sniffed at the air.

“Is that Moondew?”

Neo smiled at them. “Yes. Have you had weed though?”

The fifth years all looked at him in question as he tossed them a little bag full of Muggle drugs. They rushed to catch it, stumbling over themselves.

Muggle Neo would never do drugs. He would never buy them or sell them. His poor mother would be heartbroken if ever he did.

Wizard Neo, on the other hand, had had a bloody hard summer and he hated everything around him. Everything except for the sweet scent of Moondew and the pounding bass that made his blood rush.

It was bloody fucking good to be back.

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While most students were starting out the train ride in pure amazement, Teddy's face was smooshed against his-one-and-only Kings lap as he drooled a nice little puddle on her wool skirt. Bless her for having nice thighs and the patience enough to deal with his napping. He'd been up with James and Scorp the night before, being serious for once and trying to get the plans finished for the first party of the year. Because, while the first years were thrilled for the opening ceremony, their first night in their dorms, meeting the people they'd come to know as family from now on- the older students knew what coming back to Hogwarts meant.

It meant waiting for your magically delivered golden script invitations. It meant crawling out of bed and sneaking through the halls. It meant elaborate escape plans from the castle to a night that you'd most likely have forgotten by morning. Thankfully they'd developed cures (at a good price of course) for that hangover the next day. They'd get caught for sure if most of the upper years didn't make it to their first day of classes. The first party of the year had become something of legend and Teddy was more then happy to deliver.

There was a moment of jostling- probably Kingsley making herself more comfortable with the mop of blue hair in her lap- that tugged him slightly out of his sleep. The other students were starting to make noise, meaning Hogwarts had probably come into view, "I'd like to die between your thighs one day, they really are heaven" He mumbled as he rotated to look up at her, "We there yet?"

Kingsley peeked at Ted behind tired eyes, smirking. He always had the right things to say. Her fingers pulled at his curls, tugging at the ends to see if they’d change colors. “Bloody hope so,” she said with a yawn “don’t reckon I could last another minute with the squealing first years next door.”

"Oh, we were them once" He lifted himself off her but not away from her, leaning even closer to look out the window. He liked touching, he liked being touched. He liked hands in his hair and soft touches up his arms, something King had always been more than willing to give him. Hogwarts was definitely in sight now, its looming towers a stark contrast against the white overcast sky. He couldn't blame the younger students- it was glorious, a real hail mary to his tired brain. Teddy shook himself awake and cracked a few backbones, then grinned as bright as he could at Kingsley, "Fuckin' hell tonight is going to be glorious"




Teddy wasn't a Prefect- had refused the job- but the guy they'd gotten instead of him had lost some of the first years on the staircase and he'd had to go save the lot himself. Because apparently, he was the only one that cared about kids getting lost in this demented castle. They'd been sniffling, trying really hard not look scared out of their minds when he found them in a dark corridor covered in the ceiling to floor in paintings. Said paintings where the only reason he'd found the kids- Teddy liked to morph into the moving figures when he was practicing his abilities (paintings were a very vain lot, he got applauses almost every time). So, the word had gone out that he was missing a few young Puffs and it had only taken 30 minutes to find them.

But that was 30 minutes that he was supposed to start getting supplies for the night ahead... but he could never deny a student in trouble, especially from his own house.

"Who's your favorite wizard?" He asked over his shoulder as they walk back to the Huddlepuff dormitory (after he'd explained how to navigate the moving staircase properly so this wouldn't happen again).

There was a chorus of answers, but he demanded they decide on only one. They debated, shouting out "Hermione Granger!" excitedly. No doubt they'd heard of his tours before.

He led the five kids back to the dorm as a young, frizzy-haired Gryffindor that seemed to know everything about anything they asked. He'd spent enough time with- and read enough stories- to know how Hermione was. Harry had told him she'd only gotten more knowledgeable as she got older, but never mastered the tacked to explain it. The kids were into it, tried to drag him into the dormitory so they could show the rest of the house who they'd found. But he just laughed, morphed back into himself (yellow and black hair for house spirit this time), and said he had to be somewhere tonight. He'd see them tomorrow, the next day, and the next. There was more time for heroes later.

Now, he needed to be blitzed. They kept a stash hidden from last year out in the woods, some in the Herbology greenhouse, even more in the potions closet concealed behind a false wall. They'd hidden some in the library once, out in the woods, even in the quidditch field. Weird ass locations because they were never sure when something was going to get found and had to ensure it couldn't all be connected together. It took him a few hours- he had to we sneaky, but not too sneaky. He spent most of the time as different students and teachers. Scorp got pissed when he used his face, but it was really the best way to move about the castle without being bothered. People tended to step aside when he was speed walking down a hallway.

He filled a large Quidditch bag. If anyone asked, it was Lysanders stuff he was returning. But if they looked inside, they'd see enough Pixie Dust, Fae Edibles, Muggle Weed, Moondew, Euphoria Elixir, Alihotsy Leaves, and Giggle Water to knock the whole school out and then some.

And hopefully, that's exactly what happened.




The Shrieking Shack always looks solemn and quiet from the outside. They'd spelled it enough so that it remained the same old, spooky looking self. He was glad for no radiating warmth, no sound greeting him on the narrow path leading there. Party attendees knew to come in small groups and spread out so as not to draw attention. But Teddy was sure at this point everyone was crammed inside and sweaty as hell.

God, opening that door was more of a coming home then walking into Hogwarts. It was like being greeted by your bed and just wanting to throw yourself into it. His hair went wild with colors- a rainbow of emotions throwing themselves through his locks. He let out a howl of excitement and the party replied in kind.

Teddy laughed and the chorus of screaming and made his way to their makeshift bar. He slammed the Quidditch bag down with an announcement of, "I've got druuuugs!" and unzipped the bag. His favorite was Euphoria Elixir, happiness bottle in a tiny vial, and he pulled that out first and down it in one shot. Instantly, a burst of golden yellow happiness glided through him, tingling his fingers and making his body feel like he'd been in the sun all day. His hair turned gold, his cheeks warmed with pink, and he grinned.

Yes, fuck, this was home.



Thank ya to LindaRose for Kings words and Char for starting us up again. I luv u

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Lysander had tucked himself into a corner of a carriage with some other Ravenclaws, all of them with their heads buried in books. It was the way Lysander liked it. Quiet. Relaxed. No awkward questions, no awkward small talk, no talking about their summer. No talking about his trip to Malaysia in search of some rare creature that may or may not even exist. No talking about his weird family. Period. He'd been happy on those travels, happy as they'd sat around the campfire, drank Butterbeer, and told stories. But now, the closer he got to Hogwarts, the higher his walls seemed to climb again.

But he at least had something to look forward to. Quidditch, for one. But at that moment in time, Lys was craving the haze of drugs, the numb euphoria, the knowledge that in that moment, nobody gave a shit about him, about his stories, about who he was. And that was wonderful. With the parties came his friends, too. The people who he could really be himself around. He'd seen them once or twice the past summer, but it wasn't the same. When your family just decided to drop around to the Potters for tea, it was a matter of pretending that they were all civil young men and women who had never even seen an illicit substance. If he had trouble flirting with James while sober, he had three times as much when it came to talking to him when his family was around.

He looked up as the castle came into view. It was a strange feeling, a feeling of being nearly home. He wouldn't be really home. Not yet. Not until he was in the Shack, surrounded by his friends, his chosen family.

The Sorting Ceremony seemed to drag. The Hat's song seemed longer than normal. The feast seemed to last a lifetime. But eventually, it was time. Sneaking out had become second nature to him, he'd done it so many times. The deceptive appearance of the Shack never failed to impress him. Because it was as silent and as empty as it had always been from the outside. But the minute he opened that door, the moment he stepped inside, he was lost in the sound, in that atmosphere. By the time that Teddy arrived, the Moondew had hit, and Lys was free. He was home. He made his way towards Teddy and slung an arm around his shoulder. "Teddy!" he yelled. "What have you got?" He asked, looking at the supply in front of them.

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Kingsley always hated the night before her return to Hogwarts. Her father would keep her up late until the night, doing last minute planning for her independent studies until she’d come home for Christmas. Originally it would be supplementary assignments to the classes she’d struggle with, but in recent years it would be to expand on her strengths, mostly dueling. He taught her spells ahead of her years, giving her an edge to the competition. The night before she’d left, he’d have her demonstrate her wand choreography over and over until she was nearly ready to pass out where she stood. Her mother would pop in every now and again, asking them to go to bed already. Her father would always say the same thing, “Any moment now mum, just finishing up.”

It didn’t surprise her to see Teddy as tired as she was when she arrived at Platform 9 ¾‘s. Everyone grouped up, giving one another hugs and catching up before loading onto the carriages. They’d all see each other at the Shrieking shack that night. On the same page, Teddy and Kingsley found their own carriage to try to sleep the ride in. Teddy had better luck than Kingsley, soon drooling in Kingsley’s lap. She stroke his hair as she hummed a muggle tune like a lullaby. Her cheek pressed against the glass, her eyes were barely able to open. She could hear Teddy’s deep breaths, lulling her into a slumber. Always just before she’d slip into her dreams, the squeals of the first years in the compartment next door would wake her up. Teddy none the wiser would only plunge deeper into her lap, unbothered. Beside them their cats had curled up around one another. Nyhm would occasionally perk her head up, much like Kingsley, whereas Lily would bury her face in the soft fur of Nyhm’s belly, much like Ted into Kingsley’s lap.

It was around the fifth time they had erupted in excited shrieks when Kingsley had finally just fallen asleep when they started up again. “Oh for fuck’s sake.” She griped, throwing her shoe against the wall they shared. They seemed to have quiet down, but her outburst had stirred Teddy. Slowly he awoke, sleep still in his eyes. ”I’d like to die between your thighs one day, they really are heaven” He mumbled as he rotated to look up at her, “We there yet?”

Kingsley peeked at Ted behind tired eyes, smirking. He always had the right things to say. Her fingers pulled at his curls, tugging at the ends to see if they’d change colors. “Bloody hope so,” she said with a yawn “don’t reckon I could last another minute with the squealing first years next door.”

“Oh we were them once” He lifted himself off her but not away from her, leaning even closer to look out the window.” She pressed her forehead against his cheek, shaking her head.

“Let’s get one thing straight, I have never….ever squealed….in my L I F E.”

Ted gave her a wry grin, licking his lips as he tried so hard not to laugh, "Oh I'm sure I've heard you squeal a number of times. Need me to remind you?" Kingsley suppressed a smile, biting her bottom lip to hold back her laughter. She supposed he had a point.

He stretched his limbs, Kingsley pouting as he turned away to crack his back. Wrapping her arms around him to bury her face in the nape of his neck, inhaling his scent. That was one thing that would never change no matter how he’d change his appearance. He smelled like the cool night, calling her to bed. ”Fuckin’ hell tonight is going to be glorious” His excitement was contagious. She nibbled at his ear lobe, practically purring.

“I hope you’re not just talking about the party.”

He grinned, his ears tingling at the attention. She knew that was his weak spot, that wasn’t fair “Oh, King, you know I’m always referring to you.” He slipped his hands back where his head had been resting, massaging her, running his hands slowly up and down – getting a little higher every time. “Should we make the rest of this ride more fun? We have to wait till all the children have unloaded anyway.”

She laughed, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him into her. Her tongue ran along his jaw line, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

When their lips touched it was magnetic, nearly impossible to pull away. "You're nothing but trouble, Edward Lupin." It took everything she had to stop, her lips still hovering just over his, teasing him “but you aren't ready for all this trouble just yet.” Falling into his kiss again, she melted under his touch – just about to take back her words and succumb to desire. Just as she reached to tug at the waist band of his trousers, the train pulled into Hogsmeade and the excited first years once again began their screams.

Unable to control herself, Kingsley laughed, finally breaking Teddy’s spell over her. “Ha, you know what? I’m starting to like them.”






Kingsley had barely made it through the feast without falling asleep into her Yorkshire pudding. While everyone else welcomed the first years into their house, she snuck away for a kip before the true festivities began. By now she was a pro at sneaking around the castle at this point, most of them were. The party was in full swing when she arrived. Someone had enchanted lights to dance across the ceiling, flashing different colors in tune with the music. She tossed back some spiced mead and went to the dance floor, some of her fellow house mates called her over. For a Hufflepuff, she sure seemed to intimidate a lot of people at Hogwarts – but her housemates knew better. At one point she had seen Scor and Louis, but they disappeared into the crowd before she could find them.

She was a few meads and had the doxy’s bite by the time Ted had stormed in, pulling out a Quidditch bag filled with illicit substances. People had already begun to flock to him, his hair like a golden beacon to drugs. She caught his eyes from across the room, giving him a wink before letting the music wash over her once again. He’d find his way to her eventually. The smell of a familiar smoke drew her in, there was only one wizard who she expected to find at the end of it.

“Ne-ooo!” Kingsley said with the exuberance only someone four drinks in could have, finding the Dursley keeping to himself on the outskirts of the party. “What are you doing all the way over here? Trying to keep that good good muggle cannabaceae to yourself?” she joked, squinting one eye as she reached her hand out, pinching the air to indicate she wanted to take a hit yourself. Before he could hand it over, someone else placed a moondew joint between her fingers. She didn’t seem to notice he hadn’t given her his own joint, and took a drag, coughing in surprise.

“Fucking hell, that tastes just like moondew, it does.” She coughed, inspecting the joint, and looking back and forth between it and Neo before realizing he still had his own. A smile of realization broke across her face, she pointed at Neo – or she meant to. She ended up pointing at some rando next to him. “Ahhh, I see what you did there.”



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Image“Head up, good posture is important! Don’t forget your books! Remember, enunciate your spells! Take Notes…” Hermione’s voice was thankfully drowned out by the excited squeals of First years. Rose hurried along the platform, weaving gracefully through the crowds. Finally, finally! She was free of expectations, of pressure, and of her parents.
A metallic shriek signaled the arrival of the decrepit carriage that would take them to the only place Rose felt at home. The doors reluctantly eased open with the force of a stocky station guard. Rose didn’t look for anyone as she boarded the train, not because she wasn’t interested in being social, it was more that she wasn’t interested in idle chit chat. She was more of the philosophical conversation kind of girl.

The train swayed gently from side to side, allowing Rose’s brain time to daydream and rest. Rose rested her head against the glass and sighed in relief. The trees flew by in hues of emerald and jade, mesmerizing her into a dazed state. As if by magic, pun intended, they were pulling into the Hogwarts station. The rest of the ride was uneventful, and quite frankly, boring….and then the fun began.

The invitations went off without a hitch, with a flick of her wrist, beautiful gold script danced playfully in the air. Enticing, emboldening, and everything she could as for in an invite. She grinned as she let the spell go. She watched the ripple of reactions wash through the crowds and almost couldn’t help but giggle. The finishing touches to the party, and protection of said party where already taken care of, the power of careful organization, and teamwork.

Rose entered the party with a sense of anticipation, and dread. What if it wasn’t good enough? That thought was quickly washed away by the lights and deep throb of the music. The lights danced across the dark ceiling, each color slowly fading into another. They swayed and changed, illuminating the world around her. She watched the bodies move around her in time with the beat, and felt her pulse quicken.


Image“Fuck it.” She said with a smile as she made her way in. Kicking her right leg forward with pointed toes and flexed calf muscles, she pivoted in a revolving whirl of sharp precision and accurate grace. The entirety of her being began was absorbed by the entrancing environment. She spotted Kinsley, and Neo, smoking something she was sure was illegal. Delightful. Rose approached with the confidence of a lioness, she plucked the joint from between Neo’s fingers with a grin.

“Hello lovelies, enjoying the event?” She asked with another scrutinizing glance around.

“I mean, I suppose I could have added more lights, or placed the tables differently…” She trailed off in her own train of thought, and took a long deep hit from the joint. She inhaled slowly, her system responding to the smoke. She felt as though her lungs where being wrapped by a warm blanket. She tossed her thick ruby locks over her shoulder as she took small, slow, draws of the joint. She felt delighted as she let the smoke billow between her plump pink glossed lips. Rose turned her attention expectantly back at her two friends.

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The thing about attending a school like Hogwarts is that there is a certain grandeur. A ceremony to the whole thing. A repetitive set of events to follow every single year. The train, the sorting, the feast - it was a never-ending stage set for the overenthusiastic first years to gobble up with their grubby hands. Louis remembers being that excited in his first year, can picture his first day on the platform in stunningly accurate detail. The way he stared in awe as his mother and father led them through the wall. The way he clung to Victoire, afraid she would slip away in the crowd but stunned also by the sheer amount of people that were clogging up the station. Dominique had looked at the two of them with as much annoyance as a 10-year-old could muster because she wasn't old enough yet to attend.

He remembers ignoring her cries of 'it's not fair' as he tried to school his expression into something more befitting of himself. Apathy failed to plaster itself over the spark of glee in his eyes.

Much different from now. Now, apathy battles annoyance - the platform is swarming with first years and he is absolutely done with all of it. His parents are speaking, giving them some sort of speech no doubt about being good. He's long since learned to drone out their drivel and focus on searching the crowd for one of the few people who matter to him most.

Unsurprisingly he finds Louis first. A hand finding its way to his arm and tugging him away amidst cries of "Hey! I was talking - " But the sound of his mother's voice is drowned out by Louis shouting a quick 'see you later' to Victoire and waving amiably at Dominique, who resolutely ignored him. Louis shot Scorpius Malfoy a lazy grin and threaded their hands together as they boarded the train. Victoire would find them later, of course, they were each other's shadows, but she usually took to helping out the first years on the platform before boarding herself - he didn't fault her for being kind, but he certainly didn't pretend to understand it.

They always sat together, it was an unspoken rule, just like them.

Off towards their seventh and final year of this madness.





Rose's invitations were always a touch on the dramatic side, but he couldn't deny she had great taste. They'd been doing this long enough now that nothing about the presentation surprised him. His attendance was as garunteed as the party itself, and he wouldn't miss the opportunity to let loose for anything in the world. Though his attention was mostly on Scorpius he let himself search for his sister in the crowd a time or two, always keeping an eye on his other half - because merlin knows he would break bones if some idiot tried anything with her.

His attention was swept away however as Scorpius started to tug him through the crowd. A common occurence between them, neither were privy to using their words to get the other to follow. They just knew to follow. Into whatever mess there may be.

Moondew clouds danced inside his head as he was led outside. The fresh air clearing up some of that haze and leaving him far more aware than before. Though that awareness was quickly replaced by hands and lips, and the feeling of warmth that spread through him from each point of contact.

“Teds should be bringing the good stuff tonight,” The good stuff, he wondered what any of their parents would think if they ever discovered their kids were indulging like this. Then again - he preferred not to think of them when he had better things to focus on. Those better things being the blonde devil before him.

“Until then…?” Scorp prompted.

Louis sucked in some of that crisp, cold air and pushed off the wall. Hands sliding under the folds of the others shirt and exploring the warm planes of skin.

"Until then..." Louis pondered, returning to the question. Then pausing with a slow, languid kiss as he became distracted once more. "We do whatever the hell we want." He finishes in a whisper, grinning in a way he reserved only for Scorpius.

But he knew that they had been outside too long. His skin where not covered by clothing or Scorp had begun to prickle with goosebumps from the chill. He pulled away, knowing they would have plenty of time to play later. Besides, he wanted to see if Teddy had arrived.

"Lets go back in, see if we can find some of that good stuff yeah?" He bit down on the grin that threatened to split his face and led the two of them back in. Slipping through the crowd as he spotted the blue haired heathen.

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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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Standing on the platform like she had so many times before felt different this time. Maybe it was because after this there was no more Hogwarts? No more seeing or being with her friends for long periods of times because of them all being in the same place or even stargazing on the astronomy tower late nights. No third home to come too when she wasn't in London with her mother or with her father in Japan. Juniper sighed softly as a light wind blew making her hair dance in its presence, pulling her out of thought. Her mother placed a hand on her head and smiled at her. She was really well dressed just to see her daughter off but the truth was that Cho had to be at the ministry for work shortly after. "Ready?" Juniper gave her mom a soft smile, adjusting her backpack. "Yeah."

Once her mother finished her small loving lecture about not doing anything she would and her luggage was put away by paid house elves, thanks to Hermione's dutiful work for the once considered second class beings, Juniper boarded the train like everyone else. Her heart seemed to flutter taking her usual seat in the middle of the train, knowing it'll be her last time but it almost felt freeing as well. Once out she could put all she worked on while attending Hogwarts to good use, maybe even travel and expand her curiosities and knowledge. In her cart joined two more people who found themselves without a seat. A Slytherin and a Hufflepuff, both looking to be 4th years, at least. They both politely smiled. "Are these seats taken?" Juniper gave a smile in return, looking at the empty seats across from her then shook her head. "Not at all, please go ahead." The two piled into her cart excitedly talking back and forth about the new year and Jun kind of already regretted it. Reaching into her backpack she pulled out her iPod that she always managed to sneak into Hogwarts with her and proceeded to place the earbuds into her ears and press play. She had laid down using her backpack as a pillow and sketched away at a manga she was creating. Currently for her own eyes only.


Bubbling chatter was heard from all around, excitement from seeing friends again, the sorting ceremony beginning and the feast outstretched in front of everyone. Also from the older students who just received their invitations. It was the sort of a background noise she was going to miss. At the moment though, Juniper stared at her own invite for a moment before it disappeared, loving how beautiful it looked. Propping her elbow on the table and resting her chin on her hand she couldn't help but admire the redhead a few bodies down from her. Her hair was really mesmerizing but so was her handwriting.



Soon the hours turned to night and Jun found herself in her room, combing out her hair while her earbuds were in. Luckily her roommates were cool and weren't going to run off telling a teacher. As roommates, they've formed a roommate bond of sorts, seen others cry over a break-up or the stress that comes with the owls. They've helped each other through them too, especially Junipers listening and sometimes late night group talks. It always helps to get things off your chest. But tonight wasn't one of those nights. Tonight was a night for partying and settling in on the first day of the last time she'll be attending Hogwarts.

It didn't take long for her to toss something nice on, tuck her iPod away safely under her pillow and be off. Juniper tiptoed down from their tower, through the castle and out with two other Ravenclaws behind her. They nearly froze when a professor almost caught them rounding the corner but with a quick disillusionment charm, the three were able to blend into their poorly lit surroundings, sneaking right by Professor Longbottom. The cool air from outside prompted her to shove her hands into her pockets but it still felt nice on her face. Every step wasn't hurried, like her mates how already passed her and eager to get to the party. No, instead Juniper occasionally looked up, her eyes lighting up with the reflection of all the stars peppered across the night sky. It was calming to her, especially since she was also seeing her friends again that and you can never have too many beautiful things in life.

Making it through the front, her nose was greeted by the scent of sweet alcohol and a mixture of moondew and weed, with a splash of sweat. The music thumped loud and through her, every vibration being felt through her feet and radiating throughout her whole body. It was enthralling how everything seems to catch her attention and senses all at once and she loved it. The colors, music, bodies dancing all bout, and the smell, everything. Her roommates that entered early kept an eye out until Juniper got here to toss her a joint that was already rolled, a nice surprise but the girls often look her out. Nice of them. She placed it in between her lips and pulled her hand in, lighting up her joint as if she was using a light but her fingers instead. A neat little trick she learned her fifth year though it took practice without her wand.

Inhaling the thick white smoke Jun held it in her lungs for a few moments. Her eyes fell on the small group that consisted of Neo, Kins, Rose and Lily. The smoke spilled from her nose like a dragon as she decided to grab a drink first too. Dancing her way through the crowd, Jun poured herself a good shot of fire whiskey and didn't hesitate tossing it back. Oh if her mother or father saw her now, they'd be pretty pissed on how their daughter could knock back a shot like a champ. Especially with that innocent face, they think she has. The liquidy substance burned at the back of her throat accompanied by the taste of cinnamon and she could feel the heat that crept up on her body. Taking another drag from the joint, it topped off the shot like a cherry on top.

Juniper made her way over to the four, her steps feeling lighter and her shoulders relaxed. "Hey guys," she started, one hand In her pocket while the other pulled the joint from her lips, giving them a grin and rose an added wink though she doesn't know what possessed her too. Well, she does but now she wishes she hadn't cause she felt a bit embarrassed. Juniper pushed the joint back to her lips dissipating any awkward feelings she may have had about herself a few moments ago and blew a cloud of smoke into the air above them.

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On the outside the shack was about as exciting as a stale communion wafer. Just another rickety building underneath a sky slipping into black shades, covered in enough spells and charms to keep the gang's handiwork a secret.

And James couldn't wait to fucking get there. He'd spent the better part of his day trying to be just available enough to make sure none of the new kids in his house got lost or injured. Of course he'd played the monotonous 'First Day' game enough times to know it was never that simple, and First Day's certainly hadn't changed much since he'd showed up with years worth of legends built on top of his scraggly shoulders. Both completely excited and overwhelmed.

He remembered that day the way kids remember touching hot stoves; a little painful, funny to look back on, but definitely not something he'd want to do again.

Now that excitement was reserved for something else entirely. His mind torn between giving Lily as much hell as he possibly could for still needing her hand held to the platform; wanting to get so high he felt absolutely nothing below the neck ('cept for Teddy and Kins, of course, Lys if he's lucky); and the flock of baby Griffindors hounding him about the how's and why's and where's of Hogwartz. The questions never really bothered him. All par for the course given the company he kept, especially when it wasn't much of a secret as to who his mother and father were and what they'd done.

The day's never passed as quickly as the nights did, so he took the opportunity to impress some wide eyed first years with his knowledge and spread a few rumors about the shack before they could know any better. Something to do with Scorpius and hiding bodies. By the time Rose's invitations went out they'd found themselves far too cool to entertain his bullshit.

No fun.

But there was always something better around the corner if you could find it.

Said so in gold script and hurried footsteps that weren't lost on those who'd been there and done that. Sneaking out was second nature to him now. A right he obtained long before he had the permission, never lacking in excitement even after the trepidation had long since worn off. They'd covered every angle. Planned for far too many contingencies.

Not that you'd ever get the impression they'd gotten serious for once, based on the looks of things inside.

Is he late or is he early?

There’s no tellin', time immediately lost in the static of red’s and blue’s dancing behind his eyelids after he downs the first mead he can find. Bass roaring like thunder in the background. Enough smoke to drown in. It's not hard to find the younger griffindors he saw earlier; all red-rimmed eyes, dancing chest to chest, skin painted a myriad of colors in the fast-moving party lights. They call him over in a chorus of half-strung voices that sound miles away amidst the background noise.

Blunt finger nails find his skin. A hand in his hair. Teeth closing in on his ear when he can finally hear one over the music; "why aren't you highhh?"

"Cause Neo's way over thereee," he chimed back, his world reduced to a spectrum of bright colors as the drinks warmed his body up. He'd have to make the rounds and find him, kins, rose and jun later, immediately distracted by Lys' giraffe body over by Teddy and a quidditch bag full of drugs.

James floats through the crowd, all hard grips and loaded veins when he finally makes it over to his friends. Presses his face into Teddy's neck in a hug, ignores the nagging thought that tells him to split his skin with his teeth. "Hey, Lys," he grins after pulling away.

"Been waiting all day to see yall."

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He hated the train station scene.

It was hard watching kids with their parents, it was hard slipping through the thick crowds of hugging families. It was especially hard when someone recognized him- usually one of his peers pointing out the wolf amongst them to their parents. He was good at ducking and hiding the moment he felt trouble, but he hated the feeling of cold eyes on him. It made his nick tingle, his stomach ache, and a weird gnawing sensation in his gums. Fear was not something that set well with wolves.

So, after his second year, he’d learned when the train arrived at the station and planned himself accordingly. He’d show up before the bustle of witches and wizards, load his trunk, and slip into the empty train before anyone else. It was actually quite
nice- they spent the entire ride yelling and chatting away, most people did not get to experience the Hogwarts Express while it was silent. Early in the morning, the lights were dim, sun filtered in through the windows and caught the dust motes floating lazily about. The silence in a place usually so full of energy warmed his chest and helped instill that feeling of home so much more.




Despite his keen senses, Lyall always had the uncanny ability to be late to almost every opening ceremony so far. He spent too much time wandering about the castle, too much time taking in scenes that should otherwise have been passed by. His brain was often working in overdrive and he was well aware that he had way too many thoughts to ever bring to words. People called him quiet, he was sure that was why. He just never seemed to be able to get his mouth to keep up with his head.
So when the dinner bell struck, he was halfway across the castle staring up at a moving statue of two wounded young wizards carrying each other. A memento of the war, so lifelike it unsettled him. He was staring at their pained yet determined aces when the sound of the clock jarred him, making him yelp in surprise and jump out of his skin.
The hallway was empty as everyone was in the Great Hall, so the sound seemed to echo down the marble floors forever. He cursed himself- coming in late meant he had to open that giant door for all to see and sneak in during Minerva’s speech. That woman had the eyes of a hawk and would surely see him trying to sneak in after the assembly time. Though it wasn’t his first time being late, he hated to disappoint her.

McGonagall wasn’t the only one with eyes on him as he attempted to squeeze through the narrowest gap in the massive doors. For a split second he had about half of the student bodies attention and it raked on him that he couldn’t just slip right back out the door. But he swallowed, forced his large body through, and found a seat at the very end of the Gryffindor table. There was a momentary pause from the Headmistress as the door gave a torturous squeak closed before she continued on. A few of the students around him suppressed giggles, someone snarked “late again Greyback?”, but he turned his slowly reddening face to his caretaker on the stage and tried to tune them out.




The one good thing about being near the back was he was able to make a hasty exit as soon as he finished his meal. They’d still been arranging the dormitories when the students had arrived or he probably would have headed straight to the common room as soon as he got off the train.

Like the train car, it was eerily quiet when he entered. Someone had set the fire, so the sound of crackling was the only noise that greeted him when he entered the Gryffindor common room. But oh, he felt the warmth of it all immediately.

Lyall laughed as he tossed himself onto an overly large plush couch, rolling onto his back so he could stair up at the golden ornate ceilings. Hogwarts was over the top, but in all the best ways. If he could die and come back as a ghost to haunt the halls here, he was sure he would spend all his time in this room.

He was stilling laying there on the couch when other students started arriving. Some of them tossed him a warm smile, others barely even a glance- some averted their eyes entirely. His fellow Gryffindors- for the most part- had long since given up any hostility towards him. Any of them with a problem had learned it safer to simply stay away. McGonagall had spent his first year quelling any bullying that began stirring up, acting as his one-woman army. Anyone that wanted to pick a fight with him know knew that Minerva always seemed to know when they did.

The common room filled with students, screaming and laughing as they reunited for the year. Lyall was happy to watch- he was especially happy to see Lily and Neo and returned their warm hugs with an all-encompassing one of his own. He was bigger then most boys his age- due to his disease or just because his father was a large man- he was not sure. So when he hugged, people seemed to disappear in his arms.




He slipped away when the common room was starting to get hot. Someone was passing a bottle of something around, people were talking loudly over each other, and he was starting to get an itch for open sky and fresh air.

Lyall took a lot of walks out on the grounds. He was especially good at sneaking out and had little to fear in the woods. The creatures their recognized him as one of their own and stayed clear when he slipped through the trees at night.

Things were clearer in the woods. Walls had a way of dampening sounds and smells, but when you were surrounded by trees there wasn’t a single thing that wasn’t laid out before you. Almost overwhelmingly so, he felt like he was gorging himself on his senses.

It was quiet enough that he could hear the chatter before he saw the students coming around the grassy bend. Lyall slipped behind a tree without thinking, cursing himself and them at the same time. Students couldn’t get other students in trouble… but they could be students that didn’t particularly like him. Minerva could protect him in the castle, but out in the woods he’d be fair game.

Or… they’d be fair game.

They were whispering, but not in a way that masked any of their voices. Stage whispers, used when people think they are being sneaky and are in fact not. Four Hufflepuff girls, high on something from what he could tell. He watched them disappear around a couple large rocks and without thinking, slipping on after them.

He really didn’t know what enticed him to follow them. He hated to think he was stalking (though he was) and he hated it even more that he was creeping through the trees like some beast. He was sure he looked terrifying, but the girls were so wrapped up in where they were going there was no chance they would look his way. He kept mentally yelling at himself as he slipped on light feet between trees, bushes, and rocks…. a fucking wolf indeed.

Lyall did not expect the shrieking shack to be their destination. He watched from a distance as they went inside the abandoned, haunted old house and closed the door. He stared, waiting for screaming, anything, thinking ”oh well see? Fucking good I followed these idiots”. But ten minutes went by and nothing. He rocked forward on his heels, wringing his hands tightly before letting out a gust of air and lunging forward.

The house was silent- but silent in one of those ways that he instantly knew something was wrong. The wood didn’t creak, the tall, lopsided structure shifted with the wind but made no noise. He stared at it, standing in front of the door like something was going to burst out at any second. There was an energy- a hum?- that he couldn’t place. Something that made him sweaty and itchy all over. But he’d watch four girls enter and not come back out and he’d be damned if he ended up finding out they died in there or something.

Oh, sometimes he wished he listened to his instincts more. They always turned out to be right, but he rebelled with that stubborn human brain of his.

He was blinded instantly. Smell, taste, sight, sound- everything was taken over by the intensity of the withering bodies inside. Someone screamed at him to shut the door and he did, hating that he ended up on the inside instead of out. Oh god. Was all of Hogwarts shoved inside of here? One of top of the other, sliding against each other, shoving and pulling and fuckfuckfuck.

He was getting that gnawing feeling again. Something eating at him to play, let loose, take a little.

Teddy bright hair lit up a corner of the room, a menagerie of illegal magical drugs in front of him that he was giving out in handfuls. He took tips, but mostly he just demanded a kiss from his customers. Lyall quickly slipped between the bodies, headed to the somewhat quieter corner beyond the dancing students. He could see Neo surrounded by other students he couldn’t see the faces of.

But Neo he knew and Neo was safe.

Lyall slid a hand down the back of Neo’s arm, his voice useless in the loud bass of the music. So he stepped forward, his body pressing into Neo’s side, “What the fuck did I just walk in on?”

Neo shivered at his touch, glancing sideways at Lyall. A smile became a smile became a grin with the joy. He slid his hand along the small of his back, drawing Lyall in closer. “You made it.”

Lyall shook his head, not really understanding the smile and not really understanding why Neo seemed to be melting into him. “Sure, yeah, I made it. But what is this? How is this? And how the hell does Teddy have all the drugs in London with him?”

Neo took a deep drag of his joint, smiling around the stick. “It’s a party. It’s loaded and it’s heavy. And don’t you know that a magician never reveals his secrets?”

With that he took Lyall’s chin between his fingers, pulling him down until their lips almost touched. Neo exhaled all of the smoke into Lyall’s mouth, eyes dancing with excitement.

Lyall inhaled sharply at the obtrusive gesture, immediately taking in the smoke and seating it deep within his lungs. There was a split second of gnawing anger- the kind he felt trickling through every once and a while and usually squashed easily- before he doubled over in a fit of coughing.

“Fuck you Neo” he managed through his hacking attempts at breath, every extreme exhale bringing a certain fogginess to his brain. Neo clapped a gentle hand to his back, that madding grin never leaving his face. He rubbed the ache from it, fingers distant and teasing.

“You’ll be alright. I’m here.” His voice was soft, exclusive for Lyall. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

Lyall glared up at him, his chest heaving one last time. His eyes were a bit wild as they went from Neo's face down to the lightly smoking joint in his hand, "I don't smoke asshole" He grumbled, standing up straight again. His brain did a whooshing thing that reminded him of the rocking of a boat and he had to restrain a small laugh at that. His face twisted in confusion and he let out a little "Ohh" noise, feeling like the smoke at somehow entered his brain and settled there. "Fuckin' hell. What is that?"

“Weed,” Neo said. He rested his head on Lyall’s shoulder. “You’ll be okay, bro. Pinky swear.”

"I don't hate it" He admitted out loud as his brain came to the same conclusion. He felt weird, sure, but in a way that made him ache for a bit more of it. He wasn't supposed to but....

"Can you..." Lyall gestured at the joint, curling in a bit to the leaning body at his side. Before he could finish, Neo was close again, his mouth was full of smoke, and his mind swirled. And he could swear that he felt Neo’s lips against his.

Lyall felt his mind give at the same time as thin arms wrapped around him and he grinned toothily, loving the curve of the body next to him and the white noise of the party soothe that over the active brain of his. This could be good, he wanted this to be good.





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Stepping onto the platform was like a breath of fresh air. Well... fresh air filled with the smell of burning coal, a musky train station and the b.o. of prepubescent first years. Smelled like home.

Murph turned back to his parents, grinning ear to ear as he bounced up and down on his toes. He was ready to go. One last year to just... Well, fuck everything up. After all, that is what he did best. But, he wasn't going to be rude to his parents. They did bring him into the world and he loved them for that. And, they were pretty cool, once they stopped trying to understand his... unique sense of fashion and well, everything about him. He was weird, but they loved him for it.

His mom tried to fix his hair for the tenth time before giving him one last hug good bye. With her arms around him, she squealed and jumped away when she felt Fritz wiggle around in Murph's jacket pocket. He chuckled, giving his mom and apologetic smile. "Sorry, mum. He's just excited." She scoffed slightly and shook her head. His mom was never a fan of Fritz but she tolerated him at least, from a distance. Murph quickly hugged his dad and gave his mom a kiss on the cheek before he hurried off into the train searching the cabins for anyone he could bother or smother with love.

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Bloody hell, the ceremonies and the pomp and circumstance of it all took ages. Murph was practically bouncing in his seat, itching to get up and be... anywhere else. Nothing bored him more than a bunch of old people speaking for too long about stuff he didn't care about. He spent the duration of all the ridiculousness making funny faces at his friends across the dining hall, even gaining a few glares from some of the professors when he was caught.

Once the feast started Murph was at least able to talk to his friends... finally. He sat amongst his fellow house mates, laughing and catching up. He'd occasionally drag first years into the conversation so they felt welcome, and every so often would launch a spoonful of mashed potatoes at his friends in other houses.

With food in his belly, Murph skipped off to the Gryffindor dormitories... Stopping every once in awhile. Skipping on a full stomach isn't the best idea. But, he never makes good decisions. What's new. He slid into the common room Tom Cruise style and made finger guns toward his housemates. He darted up the stairs toward his room, taking them two and three steps at a time and tripped on the last step, falling flat on his face in the middle of the dormitory.

It took Murph a second to find his own trunk, first accidentally a couple of other's first. One he opened finding some questionable objects. As he went to close it he was meant by the angry gaze of a fellow Gryffindor. "Apologies my dude," he said as he slowly closed the lid of the chest. While standing up Murph looked back toward the guy. "Kinky..." he said while wiggling his brows suggestively.

Murph ducked just in time for the pillow to fly over head and slam into another Gryff kid who was reading a book. "Hey! Watch the face. It's my greatest feature," he said with a shit eating grin as he caressed his cheeks. The one with the kinks started to get up from his bed and go after Murph. He put his hands up in a surrendering manner as he backed away. "Sorry, Mr. Grey. Please be gentle."

With another step back, his foot bumped into a trunk. Murph turned around and grinned seeing it was his. "Ah HA! Found it," he said as he looked back at the aggravated Gryff while he motioned to his stuff. "Oh don't get your panties in a twist, mate. You're secret's safe with me."

Murph threw open his trunk and quickly dug through its contents, throwing any clothes that weren't 'first party of the year' material anywhere and everywhere. Then he found it. A statement piece to turn heads, but what's new. Murphy liked turning heads like half of these people liked bumping fuzzies. It was his last year to be the weird party animal that he was and god dammit, he was going to do it right... As a mother fucking chandelier.

Once dressed the Gryff boy nearly choked on his drink getting a load of Murphy. "What in the bloody hell are you wearing?"

"The skins of dead Ravenclaws!" Murph said going wide eyed and stoic. After a moment he broke, laughing light heartedly. "I'm a Chandelier, duh."

Murph turned flamboyantly while whipping the tails of the tie around his jacket. He then blew the very serious boy a kiss and made his way back down to the common room. He gave his other housemates a salute before exiting out into the hall. To say he turned heads as he made his way to the Hufflepuff dorms was an understate, but Murph just gave them all a wink and continued onward.

He strutted his way toward the kitchens, stopping near the large barrels he knew lead to the Huffs. Murph knew, by one too many times of being an idiot, what would happen if he knocked on the barrels since he didn't know the secret to get in. So, instead he gave a high pitch whistle. "Ohhhh Hollie! Come out come out where ever you are!" he called out to the barrels. He then leaned back against the opposite wall and waited.

When Hollie stepped out of the Hufflepuff common room, it was obvious he had been waiting. He'd changed his own black and white outfit at least three times and when his eyes landed on Murphy they immediately went wide. "Fuck," he said, with feeling. "Am I underdressed? Is there a dresscode? Shit, I don't think I own anything like that. Gimme a minute, Murph, maybe I can-" He stopped talking without warning, his fingers twisting in a nervous manner that rarely showed up.

Murph smiled, giving Hollie the once over. "I'm just extra," he said nonchalantly like this was no news to anyone, especially himself. "You look great."

The thing was, he'd never been invited. He still hadn't, technically, Murphy had just decided he was going to drag Hollie along. For some reason? Normally, he wasn't this nervous. "Okay. Can we pre-game, bro? Shit."

Murphy shrugged his shoulders while giving a slight grin. He then padded down his ridiculously sequined jacket to see if the pockets contained anything fun and potentially illegal. "I'm game, but I don't have anything on me."

Hollie took a deep breath, he didn't have anything either. His parents weren't exactly strict, but other than a few drinks, they weren't down for him doing. Well. This kind of thing either. "Fuck it," he whispered. "Let's just go."

With a nod of his head in the general direction they'd be heading in, Murph lead the way toward the one eyed witch passage. He kept relatively quiet until they were in the clear behind the statue that blocked the entrace. Once inside he stopped in his tracks, taking Hollie by the shoulders and forcing the Asian coisant to look him in the eye. "Alright, my gorgeous ethnically diverse friend, you need to loosen up." He gave Hollie's shoulders a playful wiggle.


The sneaking around part, Hollie was good at. Not that he'd ever really used that power for anything other than fitting in some extra Quidditch practice. He kept quiet himself, staying so closely behind Murphy that by the time his friend stopped, Hollie nearly walked right into him.

"I know, I know," Hollie answered, letting his shoulders be shaken without any kind of resistance. "I'm trying man. I don't know why I'm so nervous."


"You just gotta attack it like a match. Loosen up, get hyped and prepare to grope some balls!" Murphy said with a laugh and a playful slap to Hollie's back while his friend let out a snort.

With a nod of his head, Murph's raven locks bounced about his head before he continued down the passage. Luckily, he was dressed like a god damn disco ball so darkness wasn't much of an issue. It didn't take them quite long to reach the second pathway, hidden off the One Eyed Witch Passage. With the magic words and properly placed pressure on the wall, the earth seemed to shift and open up like a doorway. Hollie watched his every move closely, like a first year seeing magic for the first time.

They continued onward and in no time they reached the exit, emurging amongst the forest just beyond treeline surrounding the shrieking shack. The sweet scent of moondew hung in the air. Murph couldn't help but inhale deeply, savoring the breath before exhaling with delight. "Are you ready... To get fucked up?" he asked deviously.

"Yes," Hollie answered with a very quick nod of his head. "Yes, please. Absolutely. Like right now. Let's go, mate. I wanna get absolutely trashed."

"Excellent!" With a grin, Murph made his way to the shack, strutting his way up the steps to the door. He glanced over his shoulder, winking at his friend from behind his long mane. Then, about as subtle as a chandelier in a zoo, Murph kicked open the front door. He threw his overly bedazzled arms up in the air and shouted with his best American accent, "WHAT'S UP BITCHES!?"




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Suddenly Kingsley was surrounded by familiar faces, one after the next. “It’s ALL my babes!” Kingsley enveloped them in a hug, although she could only fit three in her arms; Juniper, Rose and the youngest Potter – Lily. “It’s your first party isn’t it, babe?” She said to Lily, releasing them all from her hold.

Kingsley rested her head against Juniper’s shoulder, lacing her fingers through hers. “Juni-ii-per…” she crooned, looking up at the gentle spirit. Feeling Kingsley against her grounded Juniper for the time being and made her feel warmer than the fire whiskey.

"Yessss?" Juniper mimicked back in a loving tone.


She let her fingers run through the longer strand’s of Junipers hair, rubbing them between her fingers. The room was starting to spin, the doxy dex had begun to wear off. All she could see was what was in front of her, Juniper’s lovely face. She smiled, her eyes squinting so she could barely see. “Juni, take care of me.” King said, nestling into the cloth of Juniper’s jumper. The feeling of fingers through her own hair would have calmed her in normal circumstances but it only made Juniper shiver slightly. A welcomed feeling, not just because she was warm and Juniper craved some affection. She tugged on Kingsley’s hand gently, beckoning her to follow with the joint hanging off her lips.

"Always, now let's get some fresh air into you."


She followed Juniper’s lead, barely conscious until she felt the slap of the cool air. Rose had extended her enchantments from within the shrieking shack to a little area outside behind the shrieking shack to ensure students wouldn’t be exposed. You could still see every star from here, the moon was hanging low, a crescent in the sky. King pressed herself into Juniper, “It’s so beautiful out here.”

“I missed you, where were you all summer? I thought I’d at least see you once..”

Pressing softly back into the warmth that was Kingsley, Juniper blew out some smoke. She was beautiful too but Juniper didn't dare to speak it at the moment. She began remembering her summer all over again. Tilting her head back to look up at the sky, a grin etched itself upon her lips hearing that her close friend missed her. It had been…lonely. "My father couldn't make it home from work this summer so... I stayed with him in Japan for the entirety of it." Juniper while in thought had begun unconsciously running her thumb over Kins knuckles, enjoying her soft skin.

Her heart fluttered at Juniper’s touch. She loved these moments with her, when Kingsley had gone too far off the rails and Juniper brought her back down to earth. There was something about her that made her feel so safe. “Well, I’m glad to see you now.” Kingsley said, kissing Juniper’s cheek softly, it was as soft as she remembered. “Besides, it wouldn’t be a party if you weren’t around to take care of me.” She joked.

Juniper instantly felt the heat from her feet quickly making it's way up to her whole face and seared where Kins lips once were a moment ago. "I'm glad too," barely speaking over a whisper, admiring Kingsley in the moon and starlight. The cool air helped for some relief but it couldn't put out the heat rising in Juns stomach nor slow the thumping in her chest. Her head felt light because of the weed but it was a nice feeling, especially now. "I'll always be around to take care of you.." Jun trailed off, getting lost in her beauty.

"Whoa.."


King smiled, melting under Juniper’s stare. She could see the entire night sky in her eyes, King had to catch her breath before she spoke. “What?” Kingsley asked, leaning in to press her forehead against hers, looking deeply into her eyes. She could feel Juniper’s breath against her skin. It was intoxicating. Kingsley couldn’t stop smiling.

“Do I have something on my face?”

Junipers head was swimming in fluffy clouds by this point, treading unknown sea clouds. euphoric... exhilarating... Juniper felt alive in a way she hasn't yet known, a rush of confidence quickly took over everything else. Warm palms cupped Kingsley's face "No, you're beautiful." Jun moved in, closing the small gap between them with the warmth of their lips.

Juniper’s advances were surprising, but not unwelcomed. Kingsley couldn’t count how many times she’d almost kissed Juniper. She tasted like muggle weed and honey, Kingsley wanted more. She pressed Juniper into the wall behind then, running her fingers through her hair. She inhaled her scent, it filled her with desire. “Jun,” Kingsley moaned into her lips, her fingers gently wrapping around her neck to pull her deeper into the kiss. Her heart was fluttering faster than a fairies wings, she could hear it thumping against her chest. Exhaling, she pulled away, still leaning against Juniper, her thumb running across Juniper’s bottom lip.

With the wall against her back to help steady herself, all other touches from Kingsley left Jun melting. Senses were heightened and upon hearing her name from those soft lips, by the which she cared so much about, she fell deeper into the kiss. Softly tilting Kins head back by her chin. She was nothing but sweet between Junipers lips. Kingsley pulled away for air, air that Jun didn't know she needed herself until their lips parted. She could feel how hard Kings heart was beating and yet it wasn't loud enough to drown out her own, beating just off synch.

Kingsley smiled, the haze from her eyes had disappeared. She was seeing clearly now, and all she wanted was Juniper. She laughed to herself, how did this finally happen – and how was it that Juniper was the one who made the first move. “You…” She said with a smirk of amusement, “You are just so full of wonderful surprises.” She wrapped an arm around Juniper’s waist, slipping it under the fabric of her shirt before leaning in once again.

Juniper gave her thumb a soft kiss, the smile gracing Kingsley's lips causing her to blush and feel a little shy under the girls new gaze. For so long Juniper wanted to kiss her and now that she did it felt like she answered something that was forever questioning within her, something clicked. " And you're not?" Juniper leaned in, brushing her lips against Kings ear as she whispered. No fair, Kingsley was wonderful too and Jun wanted her to know it in every way. That's when she felt a warm hand underneath her shirt, skin against skin and never has she felt such nerves yet calmness.

Hesitant, Kingsley paused – “Is…is this okay?” She asked sheepishly.

"It's okay..." she spoke, softly dotting kisses up the side of her neck.

The door slammed open, handsy teenagers spilling out – obviously they had the same idea she did. Kingsley jumped, the noise shook her from her dream. Juniper….Juniper was precious. Kingsley remembered why she had waited so long to ever make a move, but her answer was in Juniper’s eyes. She could never be what Juniper deserved. No, Juniper deserved so much more than the mess that was Kingsley Shacklebolt II. With the new arrivals giggling behind them, she cupped Juniper’s face between her hands. Kingsley’s smile was full of melancholy.

“You know, you really shouldn’t go around involving yourself with miscreants like me.” She winked, lacing her hands through Juniper’s once more. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

She pushed through the masses that blocked the door, it seemed like the partied had doubled since she’d left. Still gripping Juniper’s hand tight, she pulled through until she found herself back where they had begun. “Fucking hell, remember when these parties were actually exclusive? How’s a girl supposed to get a drink around here?” She said to no one in particular, unsure if she was sweating from the heat from the other bodies in the room, or the body standing next to her. Leaning in close, Kingsley spoke softly into Juniper’s ear. “I’m going to grab a drink, I’ll find you later.” She kissed her cheek softly, slipping away before Juniper could even react.

It was easy to hide herself in the crowd, there was enough tall gangly Brits to duck behind. She didn’t necessarily want to hide from Juniper – but it was all happening very quickly. Juniper wasn’t the type of girl to take lightly. She was meant to be savored. Kingsley was a rabid creature, not to be trusted with something so dear. Still, when she thought about the way she tasted it made it difficult for Kingsley to think straight. No – no, she wouldn’t burn that bridge. But she didn’t mind enjoying a taste in the meantime.

I need fucking drink. she thought to herself, slithering through the crowd to find the bar. It was self pouring, the bottles levitating and shaker moving on it’s own. Rose and her tricks, always premium shit. “Pour me a stiff one, bartender.” Kingsley said, leaning over the bar to stop the dancing bodies from pushing against her. Moving on it’s own, it poured her a drink into a glass, levitating it right into her hand. She sighed, looking into her glass pensively.




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“You’ve got all your stuff? Not just your Quidditch stuff.”

“Yes Da,” Hollie answered, distracted. An excited first year had handed him her ferret when it had seemed interested in the rings looped through his ears. He was trying desperately to rub the things stomach, and the ferret wasn’t having it at all.

“-probably going to win the House Cup,” his Da was saying. As usual when talking about Hogwarts Quidditch, there was an air of fondness in his tone. “You’ll have to send us a picture when you do, yeah? House Cup is the first step to World Cup.”

“Yes Da,” Hollie answered again as he twisted in a circle, chasing the ferret down who had run across his shoulders to get to the other earring.

“Play a fair game though,” Oliver added sternly. “I don’t want a letter home this year, hear me?”

“Yes Da,” Hollie said. He just wanted to - he lurched towards the ferret who panicked over such a quick movement and suddenly fell backwards off of him. Hollie’s eyes went wide and he jerked forward, but before he could even attempt to do anything drastic and stupid, his Dad reached out and caught the fluff ball.

Hollie smiled sheepishly and tried not to look too guilty when Marcus turned to the first year who owned the little shit and handed it back to her with a promise that nothing bad had happened. She scurried off quickly and Hollie aimed for a brighter grin when his father turned towards him with an arched eyebrow. “Sorry?”

Oliver sighed. “Stay out of trouble.” Marcus said, “At least don’t get caught.”

Hollie grinned again and threw himself at both of his fathers, hugging them tightly. He was smaller than them, in height and stature, but somehow he had always managed to wrap them both up. “It’ll be a good year,” he said. “I promise.”

If he felt a hint of guilt as he made his way into the train, that was only because he’d never been a fan of lying. Not that he had really lied. He just hadn’t exactly expanded on the definition of the word ‘good’.

It didn’t really matter though. He tugged the collar of his shirt up around his neck a bit more and then grinned when he saw familiar faces and shoved himself into a compartment. He had stories to share.




The only thing better than Hogwarts was the new broom Hollie had gotten over the summer. It was the latest version of the Lightningbolt model, it was fast and beautiful and fit Hollie like it had been made specifically for him. And yet, somehow, he still fucking lost to Murphy.

A bet. To get out more. To make more friends. To do more living than just Quidditch.

It had been a sarcastic battle of wits at first, Murph had just been shooting the shit, but Hollie had a damn competitive streak a mile wide and before he even knew it they were trading bets and the brooms were out.

And then. And then. Murph had been distracted by a fucking butterfly. He’d flown higher to catch it, and in doing so the end of his damn broom blocked Hollie’s last shot.

At the words "Oh shit... Wait, did I win?", Hollie had demanded a rematch. But Murph, like the tenacious little fucker he was, hadn’t let Hollie back out. So there he was, somehow both excited and nervous as shit, standing inside the cramped Shrieking Shack, the scent of moondew overpowering, behind his friend that was dressed like that.

There were too many people and not enough room and someone wanted the door shut and before Hollie knew it, he wasn’t with Murphy any more. Someone handed him a drink and he took it without thinking, tasting the familiar burn of firewhiskey. That was fine.

The music was loud, the lights bright, and he did his best to make himself small as he tried to navigate his way out. He wasn’t sure who was touching him or who was tugging which parts of his clothes are who was too fucked up to even realize they weren’t his date.

“Uh, sorry,” Hollie muttered, probably too softly to be heard over the music. “My bad. Uh, ‘scuse me. Oops - didn’t mean to grab you - there. Okay. Um. I’m just gonna.”

He ran hard into the back of someone and twisted around quickly, his hands up to show that he meant no harm. Redheads. Weasley’s? The girls, he wasn’t sure what their first names were, they were Gryffindors though. “Fuck, I’m so sorry!” In fact, the group gathered there seemed to be mostly Gryffindors. Including Greyback, which surprised him. He was about to say so when he caught sight of the boy that Lyall was … almost cuddled up to.

“Hey!” Hollie said, pointing an accusatory finger at the curly haired boy. “I know you! You got me fucking detention last May for being out passed curfew. The fuck man, we were almost out for break and I got extra homework for that shit!”

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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.




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Neo’s head lolled, loose on his neck. The moondew and weed were getting to him, hazing his senses. Lyall held him up; that big young man with so many muscles and soft face. Neo loved that soft face. He took Lyall by the front of his shirt, drawing him in. He didn’t dare kiss him, not yet anyway, so he did the next best thing: shotgunning.

Neo had no clue who had taught him to shotgun. It must have happened during one of these parties, back when they were still exclusive enough to tell who was who even after getting high as all get-out. If he had to bet on who had taught him, he would place a stack of galleons on Teddy. No way of telling though.

“Hey!” Someone shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Neo. “I know you! You got me fucking detention last May for being out passed curfew. The fuck man, we were almost out for break and I got extra homework for that shit!”

Neo blinked at the finger, following the limb attached to it up to a face. It was a lovely face, somewhere between sexy and adorable. The flush of anger on his cheeks made Neo smile. He rested his head against Lyall’s chest, taking a deep inhale of his joint. He released the smoke into that pretty face.

“Can’t say I’m sorry,” he said, residual smoke sliding of his lips with every word. “You broke the rules.”

“That’s what you’re doing now!” the guy said. “This is breaking a thousand school rules! And you’re a Prefect!”

Neo laughed, ungluing himself from Lyall. Lyall gave a soft whimper that made all of Neo’s body burn. “The trick to getting away with breaking a thousand school rules,” Neo laughed, taking another long drag, “is to not get caught.”

With that, he took the front of this pretty boy’s shirt and pulled him into him. Neo didn’t know what he did first, exhale the drug into this guy’s mouth or push his tongue into it. But he didn’t care. The dude tasted good, sweet and smokey, like strawberries and fire magic.

He pushed against Neo’s chest, hard. Neo flew back into Lyall’s arms, laughing, cuddling closer to Lyall when he draped his arms around him. The boy hacked as Neo laughed.

”You asshole!

Neo hummed. “I mean, I can be if you want me to.”

The guy’s head whipped around. “What?”

Neo laughed again, pausing to shotgunned Lyall when he nuzzled his neck for attention. He turned to the delicious looking jock before him, taking in his solid built and anger clouded face.

“Oh you really are a hot one. Come here and make out with me.”




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They were all such gluttons.

He was laughing by the time the bar was full of people, the magically induced euphoria kicking in quickly. He took another three for good measure, sliding that honey warm liquid down his open throat like a pro.

People were talking to him. Their voices came in like static through a TV, he was aware of his name paired with the different names of the drugs in front of him, but he didn’t care to get more information.

“Everyone’s yelling at once...” He mumbled softly. Far too softly for the crowd to hear. He grinned at someone that grabbed a pile of giggle water shots, his eyes glassy and happy and so far away.

Something cute and yellow popped into his vision and he instantly thought of sunflowers. Which made him think of that field on the way to Hogwarts, which made him think of the Express and how awesome trains are. He fucking loved trains, kind of wanted to live on one someday-

“Teddy!”

That was his name. Loud and clear. He could hear it through that warm tingling static. Oh.

Teddy glanced to his right and encountered Lysander, strung up over his shoulder like he belonged there. Well, he fucking did belong there, especially with all those dimples and smiling eyes.

He’d been asked a question, he was aware only because Lys was staring at him with his eyebrows raised and his mouth slightly open. Teddy let his eyes wander away from molten brown to soft pink, parted in a way that made him want to take advantage. Slid his tongue across them and feel hot breath against his.

“What was that?” Teddy’s voice sounded far away, but apparently not far enough for Lysander. The kid repeated his question, this time with a little quirk to his lips that made Teddy want to grab his face roughly. There was a lot of people around and he wasn’t sure Lys wanted that at the moment.

“Oh Lys” He purred, sliding his arm around a thin waist and tugging him closer, “Literally anything for you. Take your pick”. Teddy grabbed a couple different packets of pixie dust and pushed them into his companion’s hand, then untangled himself before he got too caught up. He wanted to tie himself up in that for the rest of the night, but it was still hour one and he had to make sure everyone was good and fucked before he got to do just that.

Some students felt comfortable enough to just grab and go, veterans of the practice. A couple stood their awkwardly, unsure what was safe, and it required Teddy to put on his warmest smile and explain that he wouldn’t provide anything unsafe.

”Live free, pick whatever you want.” If you feel nasty come let him know. But he promised everything would make you feel gooooood.

He’d wink, smile, toss a shot back with anyone that was still nervous. He was determined to get the entire party high tonight, one way or the other. If it required him being dragged back to the castle by Kingsley, James, or Scor, well be it.

Time came back to him when a familiar weight slid against his body. He was pulled away from the bar he’d been heavily leaning on and felt a warm chest on his back. Breath near his ear, hair tickling his face, arms wrapped around him in a way that made him feel comfortable and antsy all at the same time. Ted leaned back and grinned from ear to ear, a fresh wash of honey sliding through him from the warmth.

”Hey Lys” James voice was loud in his ear, drowning out the party. Ted remembered Lysander had been here (had that only been a moment ago?) and glanced sidelong at the small blonde. He saw him, but his brain was still all wrapped up in the body against his back that he didn’t really register. It wasn’t until James started pulling back that Teddy frowned.

Such a fucking tease.

“Here” Teddy grabs two vials of euphoria, turning his back to the bar to face James. He hands one to his best friend and grins, uncorking the other, “To the beginning of the end?”

“Beginning of the end,” James echoes, his voice a faraway dream. It hits Teddy that this was their last year, end of all this insanity and the beginning of reality. But for now, he could ignore that.

They knock back and Teddy’s mind rushes away from thoughts of Hogwarts. The euphoria hits James like the first shot of gin and a burst of happiness has James’s mind doing flips. Suddenly hyper-aware of the dozens of people moving around them, the music blasting in their ears, alcohol and weed smoke filling the air.

“Damn,” James laughs, tossing the vial onto the counter behind his lanky friend, “You didn’t even make me beg for it this time.”

Ted wanted to say something cool. He was all revved to go on their usual back and forth, but he was already six vials deep and feeling it hard. So, instead, he giggled madly and slid down the cabinet of the bar, throwing his full weight onto his knees.

“Oh mate, the image you of begging...” he let out a gust of air, his hair falling in his face in a wild way and streaming highlights of red sliding through his locks to frame a feral grin, “Don’t tempt me”

“Ok,” James hums, chest tight from holding back a laugh. It’s hard to be good when Ted’s voice takes on that narcotic stilt that he likes, already on his knees like they hadn’t gone through that scenario a couple times over.

James shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he is. Or maybe he should. He’s high. James slides down next to his friend, runs a hand along the back of his neck until it's buried in Teddy’s crimson hair. Ted's shirt kinda smells like moondew and has his mind wondering. What if he just kissed him? The sweat pooling at the base of his neck is inviting enough.

James grips a little tighter, turning Ted’s head until they’re facing each other.

Teddy’s face withers a bit. Fuck, his hair was his weak spot, especially when someone throws a bit of force into. A little mental chant of pull harder, pull harder, pull harder starts up as he stares James down with burning green eyes.

James gaze was equally as intense and Teddy was captivated.... but not enough to stop his eyes from slipping down to his friend's mouth as he spoke.

“Not tempting you, am I?”

He swallowed, wished he hadn’t cause he looked so weak right now and looked back up quickly with a mild shake of his head.

“Your gonna have to try harder than that”

“Yeah?” James nods. All slow like. That raw, searching look to Ted’s face slits him open like a razor, and he doesn’t miss the way sharp green eyes meet his own.

James let’s go of his hair and wraps a hand around his neck instead. Shoves Teddy onto his ass, back pressed against the counter. He can’t help the smirk that creeps up as his thumb draws lazy circles around an artery, way to intrigued by the way the kids pulse quickens beneath his grip. “You want it harder, Teds?”

James was blocking out any lights, a looming silhouette of pure black. Teddy swallowed, the movement exaggerated by the grip around his throat.

Had there ever been a more erotic thing said? Teddy let slip a little grunt of pleasure and reached, grabbing fabric and tugging the black silhouette to him. He blindly gripped James jaw, forcing his face till they were breathing the same air. He couldn’t make out much, but he stared where he thought James eyes were. “Alright. Your move”

Something about the thrum of the music over the counter and hot breath on his face was making him want to play this game, even though he knew it was only going to end one way. James was so good at getting him to do whatever he wanted.

Teddy’s words barely register past the buzzing in Jame’s ears, the kind of feeling you can’t make sense of but you know it by its absence. _His move_. His way. It’s all he needs to hear, really. The hard floor feels like hell against his knees when James climbs on top, his vision going black around the edges when Ted’s shirt rides up and exposes the smooth skin underneath. Harder. The kid wants it harder.

Ted’s grip is strong enough to leave bruises and the anticipation has James’ heart hammering inside his chest, all too reminiscent of the way things usually are; James blurry eyed and pining after the liquors got him all too fucked up. He could get used to this, though. Tears Ted’s hand away from his face and closes the gap between them without missing a beat.

Then James’ mouth is on him. Biting. A mess of nails, teeth, and aggression, as if he’d lost the last shreds of his decency and the only place left to look was Ted’s mouth. Under his shirt. Against his neck. James’ whole body lights up from the search.




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Lys hadn't realised how much he'd been craving, how much he needed that contact, until Teddy slid an arm around his waist. He shoved something into Lys' hand, and then he was gone again, slipping away from Lys' arm to reassure somebody that it was safe, that it was all fine. Sometimes sober Lys had the sense to question it, but sometimes, he just needed a little... anaesthesia. A little distraction. A little freedom.

At first, he didn't even feel the pixie dust hit. He got distracted, a pretty face luring him away to dance to the pounding beats, another pretty face distracting him for a second, hands on his waist, his arms, around his shoulder. His world was a haze before he even knew it, too gradual for him to notice. And once he did, well, he was too gone to care.

He stumbled back towards the bar, having slipped his other packets of pixie dust to strangers, to friends, to whoever the hell he encountered because was there even a difference in a place like this? He was ready to go beg Teddy for more. He didn't want this to fade because damn.

James and Teddy. He'd looking at it for a few seconds before he even really processes what's going on. And then a jumble of feelings, ones that blur together like bleeding colours on paper. There's jealousy, but what place does that have here? There's confusion, there's a weird desire, there's just... who cares? Apathy but in the best way, taking the edge away from the negative emotions and enhancing the good ones, the pounding in his veins. He wants to say something, but out of nowhere, everything hits him again, making him a little dizzy and making him stumble towards them. Not intentionally. He knows he should say something, knows he should do something, but he can't quite get the words out, can't quite get the thoughts to line up right. So he just catches himself on the bar, for the first time wondering if maybe he should take it easy. But those thoughts don't line up quite right other, especially when he sees James and Teddy again, and now he just stares and doesn't dwell on the thoughts in his head.

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Kingsley looked over her shoulder, glaring at the unfamiliar faces. Once upon a time she knew every face in these parties – nowadays it seemed like everyone and anyone knew about the Shrieking Shack. The party had nearly tripled in size since she arrived, there was barely room to breathe. As one girl she recognized as the keeper on the Slytherin team fell back into her, it took all of Kingsley’s effort not to throw her. Instead Kingsley gave a meek smile as she helped the girl back up, shaking whatever had spilled from her cup off from her hand. As soon as her back was turned, annoyance flashed across her face. She finished her drink and slammed her glass down onto the counter before someone else could knock it our of her hand. She watched as the enchanted bottle of fire whiskey poured her another glass, a flash of movement caught her eye from behind the bar.

She would have smiled seeing Ted and James tangled up in one another if her mood hadn’t been so soured. Any other time she even would have joined, but not this time. No, she needed to get the fuck out of here – and fast. She couldn’t stand another second in this wretched party, even if she smoked the joint calling her name from her pocket. Before Ted or James could spot her, she grabbed her drink, the enchanted bottle and her attitude, and ducked out of sight. Seemed that she was doing a lot of that tonight. Ted was in good enough hands, although she did feel a twinge of guilt when she thought about leaving Juniper behind in the wake of their kiss. This was quickly quelled by the feeling that if she stayed here for a minute longer, she might break something.

Luckily still only a few knew about the slide-like tunnel from the Whomping Willow. Lake air slapped her senses, she felt uncomfortably sober. Tossing back the last of her drink, she held her glass and the bottle in her hand. The lake was beyond the greenhouses, which would require some stealth. Luckily, she knew all the charms to do so. Her father thought he was preparing her for her OWL’s but really, he’d been training her to get away with just about anything. Pointing her wand to each, she incanted “reducio” quietly over each. They both shrunk to a size she could fit in her pocket. Additionally she disillusionment charm on herself, watching as she changed colors to match the world around her to make sure she achieved full coverage before advancing. Flawless execution, if she could say so herself. She knew the exact route to take. She had made this walk many times before. She walked along the tall rocks that surrounded Hogwarts foundation so anyone spying from the window up above wouldn’t detect her movement.

There was a spot just around the bend from the path leading from the Greenhouses to the castle, just hidden enough for a cheeky joint or maybe for lovers to rendezvous. She had found it shortly before they began having parties at the Shrieking Shack one day when she was seeking a little peace and quiet as she so often did. Kingsley found it easier to think out here, especially with a drink and a joint in hand. The moon was but a sliver in the sky, reflecting across the lake. Lifting the disillusionment charm and restoring her glass and bottle back to full size. She found her best sitting rock, leaning against the stone wall behind her. Glass half full, joint lit and…she could breathe again. The air smelled of dew and moonlight and, her drink tasted like divine nectar.

Kingsley had a reputation for just disappearing, it was the only way she could get away to think straight. When your father was the Minister of Magic, even from a young age everything you would do or say was endlessly scrutinized and scandalized by his critics. Every time she threw a tantrum as a child or was found sneaking around the ministry – it reflected back onto him. Rita Skeeter especially, she loved writing gossip about any of the “Dumbledore’s Army”’s darling children and who loved coming around the ministry to snoop around. Eventually, Kingsley just learned how to get better at sneaking off for some time alone, if only for a minute.

So many people saw her as the girl who liked to have a good time – and she did, but sometimes she just wanted a break. No, needed a break. Especially nights like these, where if you weren’t dancing and pressing against some hot body then it felt like something was wrong with you. She sighed, getting lost in her drink. For fucks sakes, what was wrong with her? Couldn’t even last a couple hours during the first party of the year before she let her emotions get the best of her. She just didn’t know how to handle them when she was around so many people, it was like they were sucking the life out of her. They didn’t have to look at her, their presence was enough of nuisance in those moments. Forget about talking about it, she’d just go quiet and mumble that she had a headache or something so people wouldn’t push further.

No – no, she would stick to stealing these moments by herself to renew her energy. To let herself just feel, and ride out the emotion, whatever it was. Then she’d never have to talk about her emotions, E V E R.




When she slid back from the Whomping Willow into the shrieking shack, the whole shack felt much larger, although nothing had truly changed. Except Kingsley’s tolerance, honestly. The joint was finally working its magic, she could feel a tingle creep up the base of her skull and wrap around her temporal lobes. Her smile was back, her eyes looking through the thrashing bodies trying to get a line of sight on Teddy’s quidditch bag. She wiggled her way through, the bottle of fire whiskey still in hand. People who recognized her gave her a smile, maybe even tried to include her into their dancing as she walked past. She played her part, but she knew where she was going, right to that quidditch bag. She was high, but she could be higher.

The Euphoria elixir supply was running low, but honestly the potion affected her in a way that made her crash heavily once its effect wore off. What she wanted was tucked into the side pocket, phials neatly layered. Pixi Dust, she held one to the light. The light refracted off the substance, creating a rainbow of colors that danced across her face. Careful to distance herself from anyone who might knock into her, she gently tapped the phial to shake some of the substance onto the back of her hand. Tucking the phial away, she inhaled the bump she had shook out onto her hand.

Just like that, the world around her changed. It was like she was seeing her own world, but through another dimension. Where Rose had enchanted lights to dance across the ceiling, she saw shooting stars shoot across the sky. The horde of dancing bodies, once overwhelming, now was a wooden path calling her into the woods. All around her the world was changing colors, from cyan to magenta, sparks danced around her. She had to remind herself to breath, so stunned by her own vision. Suddenly she was overcome with laughter, bubbling up from within. It wrapped around her, relieving all lingering tension. She fell into the world around her, letting it swallow her whole.

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All Harper had been able to think about all day was how this was her last time. The last time boarding the Hogwarts Express. The last time seeing that view of Hogwarts. The last time sitting through the Hat's song and all the speeches. (Actually, that one she was okay with. They only seemed to get longer as the years went on.) But as strange as it all felt, she would have been lying if she said that she wasn't really excited about all that was to come. She mightn't have known exactly what it was, but that didn't lessen the thrill at all. She'd figure it out eventually. But first, tonight. Tonight, which was probably going to be the biggest and the best Welcome Back Party ever. With a wave of her wand, her trusty bottles of Firewhiskey and Bungbarrel were small enough to slip into her pocket. Another wave and her shirt was grey, not black. A charm she'd perfected over the years, even if it still wasn't quite permanent. It would fade with time. But it would work for now.

Shrouded in a Disillusionment charm, she moved across the grounds like a ghost, even in her favourite platform boots. Some people had a tendency to sneak, even as they wore the charm. It was subconscious, a lot of the time. But not Harper. She had enough faith to know that as long as she wasn't stupid about it, she'd go undetected. Just like the Shack itself.

The noise when she opened the door never failed to daze her a little. The sounds, the sights. And evidently, she was a little more than fashionably late. The party was in full swing, and she'd just had time to return her drinks to their regular size when she spotted a bedraggled fifth year, clutching onto her friend, looking very overwhelmed and frightened.

"First time?" Harper called as she reached them. The more sober of the two nodded as her friend swayed where she stood. "Yeah. Happened to all of us. Come on, let's get you two some fresh air."

It seemed like that was how she inevitably spent her evening. Helping scared kids out to get some fresh air. Reassuring that couple that, no, nobody had ever died from taking Teddy's drugs. They'd had hangovers that might have made them wish otherwise, but they'd all emerged alive. Dragging people away from fights. By the time she saw Juniper, she'd only managed to have a few mouthfuls out of her Firewhiskey. She cut through the crowd to her favourite Ravenclaw, looping an arm around her waist. "Hey, babes!" She called. "What'd I miss? You want some Firewiskey? I've got Bungbarrel here too!" She added. She was still an inch or two shorter than Juniper, even in her boots.

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Rose was mid-hit when she spotted Juniper. She bounced through the crowd with such vigor, Rose couldn’t help but watch. A small smile creeped across Rose’s lips as she exhaled the puff of weed. Her hair reminded Rose of the rich soil of the valleys after spring rains, almost black in the shadows, but when she stepped into the lights it was a rich brown. With each stride the strands tumbled, reflecting the colorful glowing lights. Rose’s eyes traveled down the expanse of Juniper’s face, examining every delicate features. Her lips were a pale pink that reminded Rose of delicate hyacinth petals. Her top lip was thinner, but not too thin, and it had a natural cupid's bow; the bottom one was larger and more plush. Her eyes were the color of hot chocolate and when they aimed at Rose they wrap around her like a blanket, engulfing her in warmth. They were deep pools of dark-cinnamon swirls that held the heaviness of one thousand untold stories. They consisted of raw emotion and if you observe closely…and then Juni winked at her, her smile full of mischief and intoxication. Rose felt her face heat, and for a moment she was taken aback.

‘What a minx.’ Rose thought to herself with a grin. She considered asking her to dance for a moment, but as if Kins had read her mind, she was hanging off of Juni like a loose fitting coat…and Rose was not one to compete. She would not be second fiddle to anyone, even the breathtaking Kingsley Shacklebolt, she valued herself entirely too much. Besides, Kins was her girl, she wasn’t gonna step on her stomping grounds so to speak….But Rose also knew Kins pretty well, and she was a beast of her own, and Rose meant that in the best of ways. She watched as Juni and Kins made their way to the far side of the shack and went outside to the romantic nook Rose had set up specifically for snogging.

“Well damn.” Rose blew out a puff of hair in frustration before she took another hit and turned to examine her handy work once more. Juni and Kins returned not long after and it did not take a Ravenclaw to figure out what happened. Things did not go well….or maybe too well? Rose scooted closer to Juni.

“You good?” She asked over the thumping music.

“I mean, really…suck it up buttercup. No Debbie downers at my party.” She said with a playful grin as she bumped Juni’s hip. Rose herself had once had a taste of the drug named Kingsley. She had fancied herself in love with the dark-skinned beauty at one point. It was all heat and rebellion. Silly really, a unruly phase, however it had led to their fairly close friendship though, and for that she was thankful. Kins was adventure in witch form.

Standing there with sweaty palms and her joint almost gone Juniper took a few more puffs to finish it off before making the filter disappear with a pop. Non of that littering, save the planet and all that. She was thrown from fire into water and a drink did sound good right about now or several. From the corner of her peripheral Juniper caught sight of lovely red. It was her roommate and good friend rose. She tried putting on a smile for her but it was dejected. "Yeah.. I'm okay." she commented, before Rose bumped her with her hip.

The contact made her think back to the witch she was just with... Her being with Teddy, Juniper didn't want to come in between that but she also couldn't stay away from Kingsley, it wasn't possible for her. Even if she does have to push down those feelings. Suddenly Roses words rung back into her ears. She does need to toughen up or at least let go instead. Let go for tonight and try not to think of what just happened outside. Her attention was fully on Rose now. Beautiful bright blue eyes and all.


Rose became distracted by the lights again, this time, no scrutiny crossed her mind. She felt at peace as the song’s tempo, and copious amounts of Moondew laced weed, lulled her into a happy trance. A new song started and the music washed over like the waves filling holes in beach sand; the sound rushing in and around every person in the room. Some reacted to the beat, others continue to chatter, and yet Rose could tell it spoke to them in some manner as they swayed gently. Rose smiled, before the notes filled the air every person was an island, as the tempo picked up, it was as if they all moved together and it brought Rose warmth.

A more genuine smile crossed her lips. Rose was usually there for her, usually the last one she'd talk to before bed since they shared the same room. A slim arm reached up gently taking the joint from between Roses lips and putting it against hers. She pulled, held it in letting her head get cloudy then exhaled the cloud high above the dancing bodies.

"Hey you," Juniper said, turning her body completely to face rose, joint once again hanging off her lips with a grin.

"Dance with me rose petal?" Her hand outstretched, wrapping her gentle fingers around the Red heads own fingers and pulling her towards the dance floor.

"I won't bite much, I promise." She half laughed, getting back into the groove of things.


Before Rose could accept the dance, another dark haired beauty stole her attention, wrapping her arms around Juni’s waste. Rose quirked an eyebrow and watched with interest and slight frustration.

"Hey, babes! What'd I miss? You want some Firewiskey? I've got Bungbarrel here too!"She added.


“I am going to get a drink, when I get back you owe me a dance.” Rose said with a quick wink and a playful tap to Juni’s butt as she passed.

Juniper felt the warmth around her waist but could only slightly jump in reaction to Rose giving her butt a little slap. Her face went a bright red and she almost ended up following after the redhead but remembered she was glued in place at the moment. With her head properly floating in happy daze she looked towards Harper, her ex but still considered a dear friend. A playful smile over took her as she laced her arm around Harpers shoulder, letting the bass shake her from the inside out.

"Mmm, why not both?"




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In the six years Piper Longbottom had been at Hogwarts, she had never, and she meant N E V E R, been to a party. Not because she had no interest, more like because the party throwers had no interest in her. This year was no different, she hadn’t technically been ‘invited’ per say, but she was here, and she was going to have fun. She was not a wild child so to speak, or so she thought, until she entered the shrieking Shack.

Piper stared at the shack in awe; the Ravenclaw, Rose, had outdone herself. The lights where entrancing, like the norther lights had been conjured at her command…and yet it was the music that drew her in, out of her hesitant stance next to the door. The music felt as if it was teaching her brain how to flow, how to be so peaceful. It's as if the slowly changing tones touched different parts, a sort of auditory massage for her mind. The lyrics swam through her cerebral cortex like a beautiful waking dream, the notes relaxed her, which enabled the song to call to her entire being.

She skirted the edge of the party watching the bodies move together in a trance like fashion. She was fascinated. Someone, a Slytherin, approached her with a charming smile, and offered her something that smelled like skunk and freedom all at once. She shook her head, declining politely, however that did not seem to be the right thing to do. As if she had spoke ill of his mother, he grabbed her arm before she could retreat. It wasn’t a painful grip, and yet Piper found herself slightly frightened when he leaned in closer.

“Your Longbottom’s daughter, aren’t you? Here to snitch bitch?” He yelled in her ear, over the throbbing music. Rage reared its ugly head at the name of her father. As if being a Longbottom was a bad thing! She tried to swallow that anger but it grew in her belly until it came out as hot as any dragon had ever flamed. She wanted to burn him to ash.

“How long did it take you to think of that one you decrepit Neanderthal. Remove your hands before I remove them for you, or better yet before I turn your pants into a port key.” Piper snarled in a fashion she had never done before. All her years at Hogwarts where plagued by her Father. She loved him dearly, but if there ever was a helicopter father, it was Neville Longbottom.

“What are you going to do, tell your daddy? I could be your daddy for tonight” he said as his grip tightened, and his smile becoming more menacing. She yanked her arm away with a roll of her eyes. She summoned ever ounce of her courage and glared as menacingly as she could at the offensive boy.

“With no respect, and all offence meant, you literally look like a rat transfiguration spell gone wrong, so if you could please just go insult a Hypogriff or something, that would be great.” She said as she took a quick step back. The Slytherin’s face contorted with rage and he stepped towards her. She backed up a step, and felt a sense of frustration as she did. She hated giving ground and she knew, no matter what she did, this was not going to end well for her.

“Seriously, please just shove off.” She said resigned.

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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.”




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"Oh you really are a hot one. Come here and make out with me."

Hollie wouldn't exactly consider himself shy or a prude by any means, but he definitely wasn't the kind of person that random guys offered to make out with. It was so unexpected that he did a mental check to make sure he wasn't actually high. He'd only had a couple of drinks and there was Moondew in the air and the taste of something earthy on his tongue, but he didn't think he was fucked up enough to imagine that.

He wasn't sure how long he stared at Dursley, blonde curls changing colors with the lighting in the room, smirk hidden behind a thin layer of smoke. Hollie had never really looked at him this closely. He thought there might be freckles across his cheeks. And his mouth was kind of ...

Greyback. Hollie had almost forgotten he was there, caught up in his surprise like he'd been. But the bigger boy was wrapped around Dursley like a puppy seeking warmth and cuddles. He was definitely high. So was Dursley. It seemed kind of nice.

It also seemed intimate. Which made him think back to that way Dursley had almost kissed Greyback. All smoke and up close. And that made him think of how Dursley had kissed him. All tongue and a hint of smoke. Leaving that earthy taste in his mouth. It hadn't exactly been bad. He didn't hate it.

His nerves said he hadn't had quite enough substance yet. "Looks like you've got your hands full in that department," Hollie said, with a nod towards Greyback. He knew he should go find Murphy. His friend would have never purposefully left him in the hands of an overly friendly Prefect. He needed saving.

But for some reason, he didn't move.

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By the time they made it back inside, the party had doubled in size. That was partially at the fault of anyone who shared the last name Weasley, as they took up half the population in any given area, but it was also the most crowded he had ever seen the Shack. They’d told Rose they wanted to go all out for the first party of their last year. Apparently she had taken it by heart.

Even for Scorpius, the reminder that it was their last year was a heavy one that wouldn’t stop settling against his chest. He didn’t particularly think he would miss Hogwarts itself - school was school, a means to an end, a requirement he didn’t particularly have a choice in. But the proximity to his friends, the excuse to party the way they did, the lack of any real responsibility - all of that was worth missing.

He followed Louis through the crowd with the help of a few harshly placed elbows and well aimed glares. He wasn’t sure if it was his last name or the knowledge that he was a co-owner of the parties that kept anyone from biting back at him. Honestly, he didn’t care. At least, that was, until he caught sight of Oris pressed up tightly against her pet sociopath. Drugs of their own making, Black and Langston. It bothered him enough that the hint of a frown tugged at Scorpius’ mouth, but he let it go. He wasn’t his cousins keeper.

The familiar feeling of Louis’ fingers digging into his hips pulled Scorpius’ attention back to him, to the bar that they had arrived at, only to realize Teddy wasn’t manning his usual bag of goodies. Scorpius arched an eyebrow and Louis gave him a look in return, so he leaned over the bar and - ah. James’ fingers were twisted into crimson red hair, his knees pressed to the floor, two hungry mouths moving together. In a very shameless display of want, Lysander Scamander was watching, in a much different way than Scorpius himself was.

Scorpius snorted, it was a reaction he couldn't hold back. Lys could daydream all he wanted, but James and Teds would eat the poor boy alive if he ever managed to get in between them. Relations aside though, Scorpius supposed he couldn’t blame the boy. James and Teds were fit, and they always made out like they were putting on a private show. Wet dreams attempting to damn the chastest of them all.

Scorpius rubbed at the top of Lys’ head in a gesture that should have been friendly, possibly even brotherly, but he had never been very good at that stuff so it was a touch too rough and a bit too teasing to really be endearing. “Go on, Lys. Take a bite. It’d be a lovely way to die.”

He left the boy there in favor of Teddy’s bag, passing by the euphoric substances Teddy seemed to prefer, instead going for the much less consumed Fae Edibles. He’d tip Teddy handsomely later for making sure he had a supply of Scorpius’ favorite, and stayed there only long enough to cut the toffee shaped drugs into smaller pieces. When he finally got to Louis, he pushes him against a back wall with soft hands and demanding hips. There was sweetness on the tip of his tongue and when he bites his way into Louis’ mouth, he’s rewarded with a sharp inhale and fingers digging into his back.

Louis' hands attempt to tear at the fabric but wind up gripping tightly instead. Twisting in an attempt to hang on the the last of his mind as the euphoria sets in.

He is lost in Scorpius, intoxicated by him even more so than by the drugs.

The world twisted into numbness, erasing sensations outside of the wetness of Louis’ mouth against his, the hands that pulled him closer, the greedy licks to his bottom lip asking for more. Scorpius gave and gave until he had to pull away to breathe, and then it was back. The party came into focus in the way he could see the notes from the music dancing in the air, in the vibrant redness of Louis’ hair, the green eyes that were weighing him down, the smirk that Louis wore.

"That good?" He whispers in amusement. "We could teach them a thing or two you know." Teddy and James could publicly dry-hump all they wanted but they couldn't top the lightning that struck everytime Louis and Scorp touched.

“Shut up,” Scorpius muttered, feeling the music pump through him like a second pulse, the drugs like sixth sense, the desire to be closer like a fucking human need. He drags Louis this time, into the crowd of dancing bodies, tilts his head to run his tongue across the length of Louis’ neck, chasing the taste of moondew soaked skin and biting down on muscle hard enough to leave a mark.

Louis couldn't help the groan, the way his body slackened at the pressure of teeth on flesh. The flash of warmth brought to the surface of his cheeks that he would fervidly deny as him blushing bright red against pale skin. He reached a hand up to tangle in blonde strands of hair, begging for more. Wanting to wear Scorpius' markings on his skin for all to see.

His arms went around Louis’ waist, one up under his jeans and downward, seeking skin. It was almost too intimate for public - almost, if everyone weren’t fucking smashed - and maybe a bit of a promise of things to come later.

They were dancing to the beat of their own tune, the tempo of whatever song playing in the background nothing in comparison to the pulse within. Louis could feel it tear through him, beating in time with the shaky exhales from his open mouth.

This was it, everything he craves in a singular all encompassing feeling. He wanted more, wanted to sink to the floor, take Scorpius down with him. Let those impulses wash over them, those urges inside like a riptide keeping them below the water's surface. Drowning on the feeling of hands, and skin, and tongues.

Louis aches to be somewhere else then, somewhere that didn't include the dozen other faces in the crowd. But he could block them out, they didn't matter anyways, let them watch! Those other students with all their other problems were wrapped up in themselves just as much as they were in each other. Honestly, he lives for this. For Scorpius and all of his wicked offerings - everyone else be damned.



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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.



cowritten by Jos