***STARFIELD SPOILERS AHEAD***

If you have not completed the UC Vanguard quest line, please do not read any further!

I had a realization about the opening missions in the game and wanted to discuss it with anyone who’s interested!

I have this theory about Neville. He grew up being bullied and believing he was less than everyone around him by the people closest to him as well as his enemies. He eventually grows into himself, as we all know, but the memories of this never fade. He forgives everyone because that’s who he is, but he holds those memories close as motivation to be the best he can be.

All this is important because as a Professor at Hogwarts in his adult years, he finds those students who are going through something similar. Maybe they aren’t very brave, smart, or popular. Maybe their home life is less than ideal or their friends are constantly putting them down. Maybe they have a hard time grasping the concepts their being taught in school even though they are actively trying. No matter what it is, he notices.

He notices and he goes out of his way to make that student feel like the smartest, bravest, coolest kid in the school. He is constantly finding ways to build the student up and show them how great they are. He sends letters to their parents/guardians and goes out of his way to show others just how important the student is as well.

At first the student wouldn’t notice, it’s not like Professor Longbottom is shouting it at the top of his lungs in every class, but eventually they would catch on. In third year when their friend laughs at them for saying the wrong answer in class, Neville would immediately remind everyone that it was incredibly brave to put yourself out there like that and that others should take note and try as well. When the student gets overwhelmed studying for their O.W.L.’s at the end of their fifth year, Neville would offer them a safe space to relax and unwind in the greenhouses while he tended to the plants. He would tell the student stories from his school years and how he never thought he’d make it this far while the student just listened with rapt attention.

He would help every kid in that school any time they asked, but he always had a soft spot for those who reminded him of himself. McGonagall knew what he was doing, of course, and would silently watch from afar while recognizing just how much Neville had grown over the years she had known him. And eventually, when he is old and gray, retired from teaching and just enjoying his life with his family, he sees just how many people he’s come to help and finally understands that he is everything he never thought he was. Surrounded by his family, friends, and all the wonderful people he helped over the years, he can rest easy knowing he saved so many people beyond just fighting in a war. He was meant to go through what he did in order to help everyone who came along and needed his guidance. Sure, The Golden Trio had been made hero’s by what they went through in school, but Neville had built a legacy that would continue to shape new generations for years to come, even long after he is gone. Neville is the true hero in many ways.

Believe This

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Draco being an ass, fluff

Summary: The five times he should have said it and the first time he did.

The first time was after you two had been dating for six months. It was Christmas time and the school grounds were covered in a thick layer of snow. You had convinced the platinum haired boy to go outside with you for a walk around the lake. The two of you put on your warmest cloaks and began the short walk to the edge of the now frozen lake. Draco was too busy looking at you to notice the patch of ice directly in front of him and when he fell he managed to drag you down with him. If it had been anyone else with him he might have been more embarrassed, but with you laying on his chest, a rosy blush covering your cheeks from the cold, and snowflakes floating down around your head like a cheesy christmas picture, Draco couldn't really find it in him to care.

Your laughter floated around him like bells and for once he didn't think about his reputation so much as he too let himself laugh freely. As he looked into your y/e/c eyes he felt the words on the tip of his tongue and it shocked him so much he stopped laughing. When you noticed he had stopped you bit your lip and started to move as if to get up but his arms held you tightly to him ignoring the cold snow melting into his clothing beneath him. In a quick motion you almost didn't even see, he placed his lips upon yours and kissed you. When he pulled away he could see the blush on your cheeks get darker and he smirked. Even after six months he could still get a reaction out of you.

The second time had been just two days after the first. Both of you had gotten sick from being outside in the cold so long and you were sure you looked like a mess. Draco, the perfectionist he is, somehow managed to look like a god even when he had bloodshot eyes and a runny nose. Because he had been the one actually getting soaked the most during your excursion in the snow, he was worse off than you were so you had taken it upon yourself to take care of him.

You were constantly bringing him hot tea and making sure he was warm. While you both were on the couch in front of the fireplace in the common room you would run your fingers though his silky hair and massage his neck and shoulders. It was during a moment like that one where he was laying on the couch with his head in your lap as you read a book and combed your fingers through his hair that he felt the need to say those words once more. It didn't shock him as much this time, but he still couldn't bring himself to say the words on the tip of his tongue. Instead he whispered "you're beautiful," causing your hand to stop moving and your eyes to flash to his grey ones.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. You were sick and unlike the boy on your lap, you looked far from beautiful. "I'm serious, Y/N. No matter what I will always think you're beautiful."

"Even if I dressed myself in a trash bag and and dyed my hair green?" You joked smiling at the blonde below.

"Even then," he replied rolling his eyes before he looked at you seriously once more. "You're not going to do that though, right?" You just laughed and began to read your book once more.

The third time was a few weeks later when you were in the stands cheering him on during the Slytherin versus Ravenclaw Quidditch match. He would catch your eye every once in a while as he was flying around in search of the snitch. He was trying to focus on the match but with the way you were looking at him it was hard. You had dressed in all green, something that he smirked at when you had wished him good luck before the game began, and he could see his scarf wrapped tightly around your neck as well.

When he glanced towards you for the third time in a minute he noticed a hint of gold streaking through the sky. With barely a moment of hesitation he raced off to catch the snitch. Within five minutes the game was over, Slytherin pronounced the winner as Draco caught the golden snitch. When he landed he was immediately surrounded by his teammates and the rest of the Slytherin house but his eyes were glued to your form as you pushed your way through the crowd and jumped into his arms. He was smiling wider than he probably ever had before and you wore a matching smile that caused his chest to constrict almost painfully. The words almost flew out of his mouth then and there but in order to prevent that from happening he pulled you into a passion filled kiss and spun you around. By now it was no surprise that he wanted to admit how he felt, but he wanted to do it in a more private and romantic way.

The fourth time he was actually prepared to say it and he almost had but the door to the common room had flung open right as he was about to. It was his birthday, June 5th, and instead of a party he had taken you on a date by the lake. He would've taken you somewhere off the school grounds but you told him you wanted to stay close by. He had a picnic prepared and a blanket spread out underneath a tree. You both talked for a few hours never seeming to run out of things to say when you suggested that you both should go back to the common room before curfew.

After packing all the things away Draco took your hand in his and walked with you back to the dungeons, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand the entire way. You noticed him glance at you every once in a while and he seemed to be deep in thought but you didn't ask him what was bothering him. Draco was the kind of person that would only tell you when he was ready. As you reached the painting that would lead to the common room he pulled you to a stop. "Y/N, wait. I need to tell you something." He cleared his throat while glancing around as if he was making sure no one was around to hear him. "I've wanted to tell you this for a while now, but I couldn't get it out. I uh-" he paused and grabbed your free hand in his and pulled you closer so that your bodies were almost touching. "I lo-," the painting swung open with a bang and both of you jumped.

"Surprise!" A collective yell from the crowd had Draco almost groaning in frustration. Just as he had finally gotten the courage to admit his feelings it had been interrupted by almost every Slytherin student as well as a few of the more entertaining Ravenclaws. He turned to face you and saw your mischievous grin.

"You planned this?" At your nod he smirked before dragging you inside. He'd tell you later when he could escape this party, but for now he would enjoy the attention and the time he had with you.

The fifth time he should have said those three words wasn't because he felt like it was the right time, it was because he needed to make you understand that he wasn't using you. The birthday party had been underway for a few hours and most everyone was drunk at this point. Both you and Draco had a few drinks but not enough to spoil the evening. Blaise, Draco's friend, was telling spectacular tales of him and Draco, each one slightly more embarrassing than the last. The platinum haired boy was smiling even though he was trying to glare at his friend.

"I'm serious! He screamed so loud that my ears were ringing for days and all because someone had used his shampoo!" Draco sighed but didn't bother to correct his friend. Nobody needed to know that he had actually screamed because he was in pain from a particularly bad torture session from the Dark Lord the day before. "Oh, now this is a good one. So last year Draco here was boasting to everyone how he could get any girl he wanted, right? So me being the amazing friend I am made a bet with him that if he couldn't get a girl of my choosing to go out with him by last Christmas then he would have to tell Potter that he had a crush on him." As soon as Blaise had begun speaking Draco had gone white as a sheet. He motioned to Blaise to stop speaking but the boy had already had more than enough to drink and didn't register the motion.

"Blaise, stop!" The blonde boy shot a look at his friend when he noticed your stony expression.

"No, Draco. I want to hear how this story ends." To the people around you your voice sounded sweet, happy even, but Draco knew the look in your eye was nothing short of devastated.

Blaise, not understanding what was going on between you two, continued. "Draco accepted, obviously, and I chose Y/N as his conquest. We all know what happens then! Just look at the happy couple!" Everyone turned to see Draco seething as he glared at Blaise but you were nowhere to be seen. The blonde didn't make a sound as he turned on his heel and chased after you.

"Y/N, wait!" He spotted your robes disappearing around the corner as he chased you. Luckily for him he had long legs and an athletic build from Quidditch so he was able to catch up easily. He reached out and pulled you to a stop while twisting your body around to face him as he pleaded with you. "I need you to listen to me, Y/N. Please." His heart constricted painfully as he saw the tears streaming down your face.

"Was that true?" You choked out, your throat felt tight and it was hard to see past the tears blurring your eyes. "Was Blaise telling the truth?"

Draco sighed and closed his eyes briefly before nodding. "Yes, but I swear that it's not like that now. It started off because of a bet but after I started getting to know you I realized that I really did like you and I wanted to be with you. If I was only doing it for the bet I wouldn't still be with you. You've got to believe me, Y/N. I lo-." This time it wasn't a door swinging open that interrupted him but your hand as you slapped him.

"Don't," you whispered lowly. "Just don't." With that you ripped yourself from his grasp and stormed away leaving him staring after you with a broken look.

It had been three weeks since his birthday and you were still avoiding him like the plague. He had tried to corner you but each time you managed to slip through his fingers and disappear. Today was the last day at Hogwarts with the train leaving in a few hours. Most of the students were either doing last minute packing or in the Great Hall enjoying the last meal in the castle that year. Draco sat alone at the Slytherin table watching you from afar. You were surrounded by a group of your friends who were all trying to cheer you up but it was no use. A thud sounded beside him making Draco whip around to see Blaise seated next to him.

"She's miserable without you." Draco scoffed at the boy and turned back towards you. Things were rough between him and Blaise ever since the party. It wasn't for lack of trying though as Blaise had apologized profusely, but Draco couldn't seem to care. Without you he was empty. Blaise sighed at the silence he received. "Anyone can see that you love her. They also know that she's completely in love with you as well. Maybe it won't change anything, but not telling her will definitely not change a thing no matter what. If you give up then you'll never know." Draco stayed still for a moment before he stood up and stalked towards you, a look of determination on his face, his eyes blazing.

The hall went silent as everyone watched the blonde approach you. As he got closer you turned to see him heading in your direction. You stood, presumably to get away, but he was quicker than you thought and he latched onto you pulling you close. "I made a mistake." No one dared to make a sound as they listened. Draco spoke quietly, but it was no use as everyone could gear him perfectly. "I was a stupid git and I made a massive mistake when I accepted the bet, but I don't regret it. Not completely, at least." He stared straight into your eyes as he spoke, never once glancing away. "How can I regret something that made me get to know you? If I hadn't of accepted the bet, I might never have realized that I love you Y/N." He paused, trying to see what your reaction was but your mask was firmly in place. "I love you, and if you don't believe that, then believe this."

With those words he slammed his lips on yours and kissed you fiercely. He could almost feel your mask cracking as he moved his lips against yours turning the kiss from harsh to gentle. He felt you begin to kiss back and he smiled into the kiss, moving his hands from your arms to cup the sides of your face. The great hall erupted into cheers from all sides, even a few of the gryffindors appreciating this brave move Draco had made. When he pulled away from you to see your face he couldn't help the smirk when he saw the blush staining your cheeks. Even now, almost a year later, he could still get a reaction out of you. 'Looks like the sixth times the charm,' he thought with a grin.

It All Makes Sense Now

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Soulmate AU, fluff... that’s pretty much it I think

Summary: Everyone knew that if you dyed your hair your soulmate would have the same color highlights. It made for some interesting combinations, but Charlie was starting to worry about his soulmate since she seemed to be dying her hair almost daily, sometimes even twice a day.

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Y/N knew Harry was in trouble. The year had only just started and already he’d gotten himself into a massive amount of trouble and all without even trying. Now he was forced into participating in the Triwizard Tournament and most of the school was treating him as if he was Voldemort himself. Even Ron, his best friend, had resorted to avoiding the poor boy. Because of this Y/N had taken it upon herself to cheer the lonely gryffindor up.

“Come on, Harry! You’re going to miss it!” The witch laughed as she pulled the slightly reluctant boy behind her while simultaneously glaring daggers at anyone who looked at Harry the wrong way. Her hair, naturally a lovely y/h/c was beginning to turn a light shade of pink from from her excitement. Her mother had been part metamorphmagus and a little of that talent had been given to Y/N. She couldn’t really control it but her emotions tended to change her hair color.

“You can’t miss something that you haven’t made yet, Y/N,” Harry replied with a roll of his eyes. The witch stuck her tongue out at the dark haired boy before continuing on her rampage through the castle. When they reached the wall she was looking for Y/N dropped Harry’s arm and paced in front of the wall three times. When the door appeared both students shared a quick grin and went inside.

The room itself resembled the outside world though a much colder version. Luckily the room supplied large coats and had a fire pit set up in the middle. There was snow covering the ground everywhere and the ceiling was reflecting the night sky from back home. Quickly the two shrugged on a thick coat and sat in front of the fire. It only took a moment for the beautiful colors to start dancing across the “sky”. Y/N had the chance to see the northern lights last year on vacation and now she wanted to share that with her friend.

“It’s amazing,” Harry whispered. They sat there for a long while watching the fake lights before he slumped his shoulders in defeat. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. How am I supposed to beat a dragon?” Harry looked lost and slightly afraid as he spoke. Y/N felt bad for the boy but knew she wouldn’t be much help as she was just as lost as him.

“I don’t think you’ll have to beat the dragon. You’re only students, how do they expect you to know what to do about that. Maybe it’ll be a challenge like getting around the dragon or something?” Harry nodded a little but she could tell he wasn’t really listening. The pink color of her hair faded a little and a blue tint started to replace it. She hoped, for Harry’s sake, that everything went smoothly.

The next few days went by in a blur and before the young witch knew it the day of the first task had arrived. Hermione and Y/N snuck into the champions tent and tried to cheer Harry up. Rita Skeeter seemed to saunter right up to the trio a piece of parchment and a quill following we closely.

“And what do we have here? It seems to me that this little group seems to be awfully close. Tell me dears, how does it make you feel to be in the presence of one of the Hogwarts champions, hmm? And don’t hold back.” The quill had already begun scratching across the page before either of the two girls in question had spoken a single word. A quick glance at the notes the magical quill was writing had Y/N’s normal hair turning a bright red in anger.

“Listen here you overgrown snake, we are not in a ‘love triangle’. We are here to see our FRIEND so bugger off,” Y/N hissed. Hermione gripped her arm as if to hold her back but it didn’t seem to matter as the scheming blonde witch snapped a picture and went off towards another group. A deep chuckle came from the right and caused all three students to snap their heads toward the sound. There stood a tall man with freckles dotted across his face, blue eyes, and the same red hair that all the other Weasley’s sported, but his had streaks of bright red in it, much like the color that Y/N’s hair was at the moment.

“Charlie, I didn’t know you would be here,” Harry said. The dark haired boy grinned at the older Weasley.

“Where else do you think I’d be? Those are my dragons out there. Got to keep an eye on you guys and make sure you don’t hurt them.” The blue eyed man smirked at Harry before turning his gaze onto the Y/N. “Hello there,” Charlie said while stepping closer. “I’m Charlie Weasley, and you are?”

Charlie held his hand out to girl who’s hair was slowly turning pink. “Y/N. My name is Y/N Y/L/N.” Instead of shaking her hand Charlie pressed a kiss to the back of it and grinned widely when her hair immediately went bright pink instead of slowly changing as it had before. As hers had changed the red streaks in Charlie’s turned pink resulting in the two gryffindors still beside them snickering at the pair.

“Now it all makes sense.” Y/N’s brows rose in confusion at Charlie’s words. He chuckled and explained. “I always thought you were just obsessed with dying your hair, but I like this much more. How about we go take a seat and watch the competition? Maybe after that I can even take you on a tour of the camp we have set up and show you the dragons myself?”

Y/N didn’t even have the chance to speak before Hermione piped in. “She’d love to!” The pink haired girl threw her friend a glare but still managed to blush when she nodded at the man in front of her.

“I’d like that.”

Courage

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Awkward reader, mean Fleur, slight angst, fluff

Summary: Y/N had known Bill for years, though always as his shy best friend even though she wanted to be more. When she finally gets the courage to tell him Fleur confronts her. Can she ever catch a break?

A/N: I actually like Bill and Fleur together but I needed Fleur out of the picture for this one.

The past year had been a difficult one for everyone involved, but for Harry it had been the worst he could remember. Y/N felt bad for the young boy. He had seen Voldemort rise up to power once more then watched as the same man, if he could even be called that, killed an innocent boy just because he was there. It put everyone on edge and almost as soon as it happened, Dumbledore reinstated the Order of the Phoenix. As the newest Charms professor, Filius retired to enjoy his remaining time, Y/N had been asked to join so she could help protect Harry. She hadn’t even had to think about it before accepting.

The only issue with the entire thing was being in close quarters to the Weasley family for long periods of time. Well, one Weasley in particular; Bill. Y/N and Bill had been in Hogwarts together and were best friends throughout all seven years. Unfortunately, Y/N had developed a crush on the redhead somewhere in her third year and it only got worse as they got older. Now, years later, she was hopelessly in love with the curse breaker and he was oblivious. Maybe if she had some of that gryffindor courage then she would have told him, but it seemed as if she was doomed to long for him from afar.

What was even worse was the blonde goddess called Fleur and her charming French accent had already made a move on Bill and he seemed to welcome her affections. It hadn’t been confirmed yet, but with the way the witch clinged to his side, Y/N knew it was only a matter of time. The only other person who knew about her feelings was Charlie and that was only because he had found her crying at the black lake one year when Bill had asked a girl from Ravenclaw to go to the School Ball with him. Charlie, the sweet boy he is, had immediately asked Y/N to go with him and made her laugh the entire night. They had never spoken about her feelings for the eldest Weasley boy since.

Today, however, seemed to be the day where she just couldn’t catch a break. There was an Order meeting taking place later in the evening so everyone had gathered to eat and visit before they started. Molly had made an amazing meal, of course, and Y/N had enjoyed her time chatting with Charlie. Throughout the meal she had snuck glances at Bill when she thought no one could see, but apparently Charlie had seen and now he wouldn’t let it go.

“You need to tell him, Y/N. You’ve been crushing on him for years,” Charlie tried to convince her.

Y/N looked around the drawing room trying to make sure no one was in earshot of their conversation. “I can’t. He doesn’t feel the same way and besides, he’s probably with Fleur and it’s pointless.” Charlie sighed. He knew his brother wasn’t with Fleur, but he also knew that it would only be a matter of time if the stubborn witch in front of him did nothing.

“Tell him. The worst that can happen is he doesn’t feel that way about you and you can finally move on, but if you don’t tell him you’ll never know.”

Y/N’s plan seemed simple enough. She would wait until after the meeting then she would ask Bill if they could talk in private somewhere. Once they were alone she would explain her feelings and let him decide where they stood. If she was being honest, she didn’t even pay attention to the meeting. Her entire focus had been on maintaining the sudden burst of courage and trying to not be sick. When the meeting was over everyone stood to leave. Y/N sighed quietly and stood, her gaze focused on the long haired Weasley on the other side of the table. With as much confidence as she could muster, Y/N began to walk around the table to aproach Bill. She was stopped by the seemingly polite voice of the French witch though and her courage plummeted.

“‘Ello Y/N. Would ‘ou mind if we spoke?” The blonde woman had a smile on her face but her eyes seemed to radiate hatred. Y/N nodded, her eyes downcast at this point. Neither witch noticed the curious eyes of Bill Weasley following them as the left the room. Once they stepped into the sitting room, Fleur’s smile dropped. “I heard ‘ou and Charlie earlier. Bill does not like ‘ou in that way and ‘ou will only get hurt if ‘ou tell him. He is mine.” Her words, though unnaturally charming due to her accent, were like fire and they burned Y/N with every word spoken.

“But I love him.” The words were whispered but held so much emotion at the same time. “I know he doesn’t love me, but he deserves the truth and if I’m going to move on I need to tell him. I can’t keep waiting for something that will never happen. It hurts too much.” The tears Y/N held back were threatening to escape as a single tear slid down her cheek.

The sound of someone clearing their throat caused both women to look up. Bill stood there, his gaze trained on Y/N while the disheartened witch quickly turned around and wiped her eyes. “Fleur, would you give us a moment?” If Y/N had been looking she would have noticed that he didn’t even glance toward the fuming blonde while she stormed out of the room. She heard light footsteps approaching and did her best to put a smile on her face. Y/N turned around to face the redhead but she kept her gaze trained on the spot directly to the left of his head.

“Hey Bill, what’s up?” It took most of her willpower to not wince at her weak greeting.

“Were you telling her the truth?” Any hope the witch had of him not hearing what she said immediate went up in flames. She dropped her head and closed her eyes against the tears waiting to fall. “Y/N, please.” His voice sounded almost tortured as he stepped even closer, now only mere inches away. “Was that true?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. Bill stayed silent and with each passing moment Y/N’s heart dropped further. She didn’t even bother to keep her eyes shut any longer and let the tears fall freely. She felt his hand cup her cheeks and wipe the tears away causing her to gasp quietly. He tilted her face up slightly and for the first time since he had entered she was able to see his expressions clear on his face. His eyes were shining and his lips were turned up in a small smile.

“I love you too you silly woman. I’ve loved you since sixth year when you fell off the bench in the great hall because you saw a spider. You managed to drag me down with you and forced me to move to a different seat afterwards and I remember you clinging to my arm as if I was your own personal shield. That was the moment when I realized I’d do anything for you. Even save you from the smallest of spiders.” As soon as he finished speaking he leaned in and placed his lips on hers. It was a magical kiss and Y/N knew she would never get enough of the feeling she got with him. Their lips moved in sync and the kiss lasted for a few minutes only pulling away for a quick breath before kissing again. When they finally pulled apart a blush rose up on Y/N’s cheeks from the intense look in Bill’s eyes.

A moment later the pair was startled by Charlie shouting “Finally” as he walked by the room.

Love Through Time

Pairing: Young Albus Dumbledore x Reader

Warnings: Time travel and mentions of death.

Word Count: 1,334

Summary: Age is but a number, but what happens when Y/N meets her soulmate and he is old enough to be her great grandfather? Not everything happens in order and love is no different.

Authors Note: There will not be a romantic relationship between the older version of Dumbledore and the main character. There is a reason time travel is involved. Also I am using the Fantastic Beasts version of the young Albus mostly because I prefer they way he looks over the way he was described in the books.

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Everyone was born with a tattoo of the name of their soulmate on their wrist. The person who you would love with all your heart, who you would do anything for and vice versa. It was the most magical thing in a world of magic, and for Y/N it was no different. She knew her soulmates name as if it was engraved on the backs of her eyelids. It was a part of her now, more than anything else. Her parents weren't quite as sure though and even though they never mentioned why to the young girl, they always tried to come up with reasons why late at night when they discussed her mark. It wasn't until Y/N turned 11 that she realized why.

She had recieved her Hogwarts letter earlier in the summer and had been extremely excited to attend the school of magic ever since. Her parents had taken her to Diagon Alley and bought all her school supplies. As a gift they even bought her an owl. And on September 1st the young girl made her way to Platform 9 ¾ and began the journey to the rest of her life. She was also excited to see if her soulmate would be there.

When they arrived the young girl could hardly contain her excitement. She, along with the other first years, stood in a group and waited to be sorted. When it was her turn, Y/N made her way up to the stool missing the knowing look from the wise old wizard at the table behind her and allowed the sorting hat to fall onto her head. Moments later the hat let out a shout of “Y/H” and she made her way to the table that was currently cheering for her. It was only after all the students had been sorted that Y/N spotted the wizard with a long white beard stepping up to a podium.

“Good evening students, both new and old. For those of you who don't know, I am Professor Dumbledore.” Though the man kept talking, Y/N couldn't seem to hear him through the fog that had overtaken her mind. With a glance down at her robe covered wrist, Y/N couldn't help but be confused. She turned to her right where an older student sat listening intently to what the headmaster was saying.

“Pardon me, but do you know what Professor Dumbledore's first name is?” The boy gave her an odd look before replying.

“Albus. His name is Albus Dumbledore.” She couldn't think straight after he spoke. Lifting her Sleeve just enough to see her soulmates name tattooed on her wrist, Y/N let the fingers of her opposite hand trace the dark letters there. ‘Albus Dumbledore’ was written in neat cursive lettering standing out against her skin. This couldn't be right.

Five years later found the young witch growing up fast. With a war on the horizon and her friends and family in immediate danger, Y/N had almost completely given up on figuring out her confusing tattoo. She hadn't spoken to the headmaster for more than a few moments since she first started at Hogwarts. She was almost positive that he had to have known something was up as he would have her name tattooed on his wrist as well. Her friends, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all knew about her tattoo, but they were just as confused as she was. It was the summer before her fifth year that she finally got a few answers. The Order of the Phoenix had been reinstated with the rise of Voldemort during the Triwizard Tournament last year and she had been living in the Headquarters for the last few weeks after Arthur Weasley brought her there from her parents house. She hadn't been allowed to sit in on any of the meetings until Harry arrived.

The first time she sat through the meeting, Professor Dumbledore was there. She absentmindedly traced her tattoo through the whole meeting, catching the wise old wizards attention. When the meeting was adjourned, Albus called out for the young witch to stay behind. Her friends gave her knowing looks before leaving the room. “Yes professor?” Y/N asked, chewing on her bottom lip with nerves.

“I've been avoiding you since your first year and I believe it is time you learned why.” The tired old man explained that he knew what her soulmate tattoo would say and that he too had one of her name, but it was more complicated than the age gap between them that she had originally thought of. “You see, I've already bonded with my soulmate. You and I have met many years before you first came to Hogwarts as a first year.” At Y/N confused look he chuckled. “In two years time you are going to be forced backwards in time to my past. I met you merely a few years after I became a Professor at Hogwarts. You helped me through the grief of my younger years and taught me that love transcends everything, including time. For you, this is a journey not yet begun, but for me, well, I have all the memories I need as well as the promise of seeing you again when it is my time to rest in peace.” They spoke for a long while, going over what was to come even though the older professor refused to give away what their relationship had in store for the young witch.

A year later saw Y/N watching as her soulmate was murdered in front of her. She had known it was going to happen though he had sworn her to secrecy when he told her, but it didn't make it any easier. For the next year she felt as if she was just going through the motions. Helping Harry and the gang find the horcruxes was the least she could do. When the final battle came she fought valiantly. Firing spells left and right. It seemed as though she would either win or die trying, but as she spun to face her next opponent two spells hit her chest at the same time. Perhaps it was the mix of the two spells or perhaps it was just magic, but Y/N found herself falling through a dense fog. It seemed like she was falling for days though she had no way of keeping track of the time when she finally landed. Her body hit the ground hard and her sight seemed to fail her for many moments before she was able to see a pair of shoes in front of her face. Looking up slowly she saw the face of a young man in his early twenties kneeling next to her. He had brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard to match, but what stunned her the most were his piercing blue eyes.

“Are you alright?” The man asked, his gaze filled with concern as she struggled to find an answer.

“Yes, I think so.” Y/N pushed herself up into a seated position, wincing as she did so. “Where am I?”

The man chuckled, his eyes twinkling as he gazed upon the young woman. “You must have hit your head harder than I thought. You are at Hogwarts. What is your name?” He asked. Y/N held out her hand in greeting, blushing slightly as she realized she was still on the ground and probably looked a mess.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.” The man smiled widely, his eyes glowing bright with an emotion Y/N wasn't familiar with.

“Y/N. A beautiful name for a stunning woman. I am Albus Dumbledore.”

For a moment all the air seemed to rush out of Y/N's lungs and she couldn't breathe. Her mind couldn't comprehend the information just spoken even though she had been prepared for it many years in advance. A soft “oh” is all she could manage while Albus smiled at her.

“‘Oh’ indeed.”

And why the hell are gingers called carrot tops?! Like, the top of a fucking carrot is the green leaves usually. The last I checked, gingers had red hair! RED! I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason behind the nickname, but I'm too fucking tired to look for it on google. Just thought ya'll would like to know what my brain thinks about when I'm sleep deprived.

Do you ever think about the people who created the written language? I don't know about countries where English isn't the primary language, but it's fairly common to find words in English where certain letters are silent. Like the word 'receipt' or 'psychic' where the letter P is not actually said allowed. So someone, however many years ago, while trying to make the spelling of a word match the sound of said word decided to fuck with everyone and add extra letters.

"Ah, Gregorio! Have you finished the next set of words?"

"Yes!" Hands the scroll over to his colleague. "What do you think?"

"Is this- is this really how the word psychology is to be spelled?"

Gregorio clutched his stomach while tears gather in his eyes. "Yes! Would you like to know why?"

"Very much so, yes."

"Because the P is silent!"

The Truth About Life - Part 1 (Prof!Castiel x Reader)

Summary: Bad things happen in three’s, at least that's what they say. After your parents die in a freak accident you are left in charge of your three younger brothers. Due to the stress over the funeral and suddenly being the guardian of three teenage boys, you had completely forgotten to register early for classes at your college. Only having one semester left before you were set to graduate you end up signing up for all night classes in order to still graduate on time. Everything seems to be going as well as can be expected until you arrive for your first Religious Studies class. The professor is gorgeous to say the least, and somehow you have to survive the last five months without getting too close.

 Pairing: Castiel x Reader (Alternate Universe Cas)

 Chapter Warnings: Mentions death, angst, lots of crying, stress.

 Series Rating: Mature

 Series Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff, more smut, Cas being adorable, smut, and more smut.

 It felt like so long ago that you were casually strolling through the mall, arm in arm with your two best friends, not a care in the world. It had been a happier time back then. No crying, no fighting, and more importantly, your parents were still alive and well. The semi-truck had come out of nowhere from what you understood through your heartbroken haze. It had been going too fast, turned the corner just as your parents pulled onto the street in their SUV. You remembered when they got that SUV. Your father was adamant that they stayed far away from mini vans, you had agreed though that didn’t stop you from teasing him relentlessly about it. He had specifically chosen the monster of a car because of its safety ratings, yet that did nothing to help keep two of the most important people in your life alive when it came down to it. The only hope you had was that they didn’t suffer.

 The truck driver had survived. Miraculously, according to the news reporter currently explaining the situation on the television in front of you, he had only escaped with a few bruises and a dark cloud hanging over his head from killing two innocent people. He was awaiting trial now, but that didn’t matter now. What mattered was your younger brothers all huddled on the couch as the last of your family’s friends left saying their condolences. The funeral had been quick and heartbreaking. Your brothers all had been crying the entire time, each one not knowing how the world could keep turning as your worlds came to a crashing halt. You tried to be strong, to help them in this time of grief, but nothing would help get rid of the pain, at least not for a long time. Out of all your family and most of your friends that had attended, only you had yet to cry. Even when you received the news, not a single tear had dropped. It wasn’t because you weren’t sad, quite the contrary, you just couldn’t let yourself break down in front of your brothers. They needed you to be strong, so they could be weak.

 In the coming weeks you packed up your tiny apartment and moved back into your childhood home. The four-bedroom house held so many memories that it hurt, but you couldn’t bear to part from it. Your brothers were doing as well as could be expected. Caleb, the oldest of the three at 17, hadn’t done much other than lock himself in his room. You gave him his space to grieve in piece, but he had no choice but to join you for family dinners. It was a rule from your parents that dinner was always to be a family event and you were going to make sure that never changed. Wyatt, the middle brother at 14, was the temperamental one. He had always had anger issues, mostly stemming from feeling inferior to others. He was the shortest of the three boys and he had quite a few food allergies that sometimes made him feel left out, especially at school. When he was at home your parents had always cooked food around his allergies so he never felt like that, but schools didn’t always have that option. Because of his allergies, he had rashes that would flare up from time to time, usually when he ate something that he shouldn’t have, so he was usually in a perpetual itchy state which you were sure also contributed to his very short temper. Charles, or Charlie as he was usually known, was the more laid back of the three. At 13 he was already taller that both his other brothers, yourself included. He was the poster child for long and lanky. He was also the more emotional of the three. For the first few weeks he was almost always crying. Even when he was sleeping he would call out for your parents, his tears soaking his pillow. You slept in his bed with him during this time, holding him close and whispering in his ear. Some nights, if it had been a particularly grueling day, Wyatt would join you two and sleep on the other side of his younger brother. Since they were only a year apart, they were closer than anyone else you knew, though that also meant they fought more often as well.

 After a month of mourning, February rolled around and with it, the sudden realization that you had forgotten to register for your last semester of classes. With only one semester left, it was important that you finished everything on time so you could begin your career and take care of your brothers. Your father had left a good chunk of change from his life insurance policy as well as what he had earned from work, but you didn’t want to have to use all of it. As soon as your brothers had made it to school one morning, you rushed up to the campus and had a meeting with the Dean as well as a few of the other staff. They were more than willing to help accommodate you due to what had happened as well as your great test scores and perfect attendance up until the accident, but most of the classes were already filled. They managed to squeeze you in to all the classes you would need for your remaining credits, though some of the classes were a little different from what you were used to, but you were extremely grateful nonetheless. For the first time in weeks you managed to give the board members in front of you a small smile as you thanked them profusely and left to get your textbooks. It wouldn’t be easy, but you could do it. You had to do it.

  Whew! I hope you all like it and please feel free to reblog and like this story! Just make sure all credit goes to me for the plot as it is my work. I do not own any of the Supernatural characters you may see throughout this series, but the original characters are my own and are very much based off of my family. You will meet Prof!Cas in the next part so watch out for it!

Hey you.

Yes, you.

Are you interested in a Prof!Castiel fanfic?

Yeah? Well you came to the right place! Tonight I'll be posting the first part in a series all about Prof!Cas. The series will have angst, smut, fluff, more smut, and everything in between. Keep an eye out! You won't want to miss this.

CJ

A Moment to Remember

Pairing: Baron Corbin x Reader

Warnings: Fluff?

Just a quick imagine with my current obsession.

"We all know that come Sunday, at Wrestlemania, I'm going to beat y/n and take back the women's championship belt! She is no match for me!" Charlotte was out in the ring running her mouth again so that meant you had to step in. Smirking evilly as your entrance music hit, you slowly rounded the corner to the top of the stage, your title belt slung comfortably over your right shoulder. When you brought the microphone in your left hand up to your mouth the crowd immediately went silent. There was a reason you were champion and the crowd loved you.

"I'm sorry, what makes you think you can beat me? Cause if I remember correctly I've beaten you four times now and you've never once been able to beat me. So how do you think it's possible now? Just because you're Rick Flair's spawn doesn't mean you can just take whatever you want. You actually have to work for it. You have to be better than me and that's just not possible." Charlotte was fuming at this point. Pacing around the ring, making gestures for you to come down and fight.

"Here's what's going to happen at Wrestlemania. You'll get a few good moves in, I'm sure, but in the end it'll be me holding MY title up over your unconscious body while the rest of the Divas cower in fear backstage hoping I'll target someone else next. You're nothing more than a stepping stone, and I've already stepped all over you before, this time will be no different." With that you smiled as the crowd erupted into cheers drowning out Charlottes angry yelling. You winked at the crowd and made your way backstage again coming face to face with Finn.

"Tha' was amazing. The crowd really loves you."

"Thanks Finn! Good luck with your match!" Moving further back you were almost into the hallway when a hand grasped your shoulder and pulled you back. Turning around quickly you found Charlotte.

"A stepping stone? Really?" With a laugh you two embraced in a quick hug. She had been gone for a week doing some interviews on the other side of the country and you missed her.

"You know I love you." She smiled at you when you pulled back.

"I love you too, but it looks like I'm not the only one." She nodded her head in the direction of where you had previously been heading. Turning to see what she meant, you saw Baron. You gave Charlotte a wide grin before taking off at a run towards the tall man waiting for you, Charlotte's gleeful laugh following you as you went.

When you were close enough you jumped up propelling yourself into his arms. He caught you, like he always does, and held you close for a moment. "Hi," you said.

"Hi." Baron's little smile always made your heart melt. He had somehow managed to barge his way into your life and turn it completely upside down, but you wouldn't have it any other way. "I have something to show you." With that he set you gently on your feet, grabbed your hand, and laced your fingers together before pulling you along with him.

You walked in a comfortable silence towards his dressing room. When you arrived he pushed the door open for you and led you inside. The only thing out of place was a black clothing bag hanging off the bathroom door. Baron gestured for you to open the bag. Pulling down the zipper revealed a beautiful black dress with rhinestones sporadically placed on the bodice. It was a light fabric that seemed to float around. There were two thin straps that held it up. "It's gorgeous!"

You turned back to Baron immediately noticing his nervous look. "You like it?" At your frantic nod he smiled a little. "Good, because I'd like for you to wear it tonight. I have a surprise for you." You furrowed your brows at his words. Baron, though sweet and romantic, never did surprises. He usually told you exactly what was going on. Even for birthdays or Christmas he always told you what he was going to get you because he just couldn't keep secrets. Despite that, you still smiled and agreed to wear the dress.

About half an hour later found you and Baron in his car leaving the arena. You couldn't figure out what he was up to, but he was definitely nervous from the way he kept biting his lip and running his hands through his hair. "Is it a puppy?" You asked. Baron glanced at you in confusion.

"What?"

"The surprise. Is it a puppy?" This time you were pleased to see a small smirk on his lips when you asked.

"No," he said, a laugh following the word. "It's not a puppy." You were silent the rest of the car ride. He eventually pulled onto a dirt road that went up a hill and onto a cliff overlooking the city below. He came around to the passenger side and opened the door for you holding your hand as you descended.

"Did you name a star after me?!" You knew it was a ridiculous question, but the reaction you got was well worth it. Baron huffed out a loud laugh, his eyes bright in the moonlight.

"No! Would you stop trying to guess?" You only shook your head at him causing him to roll his eyes. He grabbed your hand and pulled you further up the hill to the cliff. There was a blanket on the ground and a basket on top of the blanket. He let you sit while he pulled food and candles out of the basket. He lit the candles carefully then turned back to you. "It's not much, but I wanted to make this night special."

"What do you mean 'it's not much'?" You replied. "This is amazing! But why do you want this night to be special?" The look of nervousness appeared on his face again. He sat up on his knees after a second and dug around in his pocket before pulling one leg out from underneath him and resting on his knee.

"Because you mean the world to me. You are so beautiful and perfect and I want this to be special for you. I love you, y/n. I love you so much that it almost hurts. I don't think I could live without you and I don't want to. So," he paused for a moment to pull out a gorgeous ring. There were tears streaming down your face at this point and you were covering your mouth with both hands. "Would you marry me?"

You weren't capable of stringing words together yet, but you nodded your head furiously before launching yourself at him and clinging to him like you would lose him if you let go. "Yes, of course I'll marry you!" With those words, Baron pulled away just enough to push the ring onto your finger then pulled you back in for a searing kiss. This was a moment you would never forget.

A Bit of Courage

Pairing: Baron Corbin x Reader

Warnings: Angst and some fluff at the end, what can I say, I'm a sucker for happy endings.

Summary: Love was supposed to be this amazing feeling, so why did it hurt so bad? Being in love with your best friend sucked sometimes.

Rounding the corner of one of the many hallways backstage you found yourself freezing in place. There, a few yards away, was the man you had been looking for; Baron Corbin. You and Baron had been friends for a few years now. It started as a forced acquaintance when you debuted. He had been put in a storyline with you meaning you two had to work together in order to keep your job. At first he despised you, like he did everyone, but you were persistent and now you two were almost inseparable. 'Almost' being the key word.

Baron was a good looking guy, he was nice, funny, smart, pretty much everything you could ever want, except he wasn't yours and he never would be from the way his tongue was currently shoved down some girls throat in the middle of the hallway. The pit in your stomach seemed to grow infinitely as you were frozen in place, forced to witness the man you love kissing someone else.

It wasn't his fault. You couldn't blame him. He had no idea about your feelings. Just the thought of losing him forever if you were to confess was enough to make sure the words never left your lips. That didn't stop it from hurting though. You quickly turned around and fled to the women's locker room before letting the tears fall freely down your face. Luckily no one was in there. Maybe it was time to move on, find someone who actually liked you, and settle down.

It took a few minutes to pull yourself together and fix your makeup. No one would be able to tell you had been crying. With one last look in the mirror you made your way to the gorilla position. Baron was already there when you arrived. He spotted you as you approached and smiled. "Hey y/n/n, you ready for this?"

"Always am," you replied. You were careful to avoid looking him in the eyes as you spoke instead focusing on your shoes. A large hand engulfed your shoulder making you glance up. He looked concerned as he studied your face.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I- I'm just tired." When he seemed to accept your answer you breathed a sigh of relief.

Twenty minutes later found you and Corbin victorious in your tag team match. You were quick to escape to the locker room before Baron could question you about your behavior. You had avoided looking at him the entire match, even going as far as to blatantly look away from him when he was trying to tag you in or talk to you. You grabbed your things and went to leave the room but ended up running into the muscular from of the man you were running from.

"Y/N, what's going on? Why are you avoiding me?" He looked sad and somewhere deep in inside you, that fact pleased you. Now he could feel a little bit of the pain he caused you. His eyes still seemed to make butterflies appear in your stomach though.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not avoiding you, Baron." You tried to make the words sound believable even though they were far from it. He just frowned at you, not believing what you said.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? You're my best friend, you mean a lot to me." With a scoff you pushed yourself around him and walked a few steps into the hallway before turning around with a pained sigh. 'I'll lose him if I say nothing so might as well use a bit of courage and tell him' you thought.

"That's just it, Baron. I don't want to be your best friend. I don't know when it happened, but I do know that I like you. Actually, no, I don't just like you, I love you. I've been in love with you for a long time, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship because you mean a lot to me too. I hate seeing you with other women. I hate when you make comments about girls you like because they're not me."

After the words came tumbling out of your mouth, silence fell upon the two of you. It was safe to say that he looked shocked. His lips were parted slightly and his eyes were wide. The seconds ticked by and with each passing moment your heart grew heavier. When you could stand it no longer you turned your back to him and walked as fast as you could down the hallway. Tears began trickling down your face without your consent causing you to furiously wipe at them. At least now you knew that he would never return your feelings.

You had barely made it around the corner when you heard the sound of someone running in your direction. Before it could register in your brain, the familiar grip of Baron's hands spun you around and crushed your body against his while his lips descended upon yours in a passionate kiss. He poured everything he felt into his kiss making you weak in the knees. If he hadn't been holding you so tight you would have collapsed to the ground.

When he finally pulled back he placed a hand on the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek lovingly. "You can't just spring something like that on a guy and walk away." He smiled at your shocked face. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to hear you say that. I love you to y/n. I love you so much more than you could possibly imagine." He pressed his lips to yours once more. Before it could get too heated you pulled away.

"So then why were you kissing that girl earlier?" Baron laughed loudly at that, his body shaking with the effort.

"Are you kidding? I was filming a promo with her. You didn't see the camera crew right in front of us?" A blush quickly spread over your cheeks when you shook your head. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Were you jealous?" He smirked at you.

"What? No, not at all!" The look on his face made it clear the he didn't believe you. "Oh shut up." Despite his teasing, you could definitely get used to being this close to him and a bit of courage was all it took.