Hi everyone! Welcome to my very first fanfiction/first story I have ever written.
I started writing this fic on November 14th, 2020 at the peak of quarantine. After it reached popularity on Wattpad, I took a very long, 3 year hiatus due to personal reasons. However, I am back and regularly updating again, and plan on finishing it this time.
For obvious reasons, I have aged up George and Calista, along with the others in the same year. They are all 18 at the start of Prisoner of Azkaban (5th year). Due to mature content and themes, I don't feel comfortable writing them off as 15 year olds like they would be in the books/movies. Therefore, if you ever get confused by ages, it is most likely because of this.
Not everything that takes place in this story will be perfectly canon. i.e, certain original characters from the books/movies may be in a different year in this story, specific events may or may not take place, and character personality may differ. As I've also mentioned, I plan on continuing this story all the way to Deathly Hallows and most likely even further—yes it's going to be a very long one. I am extremely dedicated to this fic, and have so many good ideas.
As I've mentioned above and in the description, there will be A LOT OF SMUT and very SPICY ones, so you've now been warned if you're not into that kind of stuff. This however, does not mean it is PWP (porn without a plot). I put a lot of thought into the story, and while there is a lot of very graphic smut, please don't expect every single chapter or even every other chapter to contain smut (although at times there will be!)
If you haven't already read the warnings in the description, this story will include mature and/or very dark themes including rough consexual sex, non consexual sex, violence, torture, crude language, etc. If any of these themes trigger you, please step away or proceed with caution. This fic is not intended for those under the age of 18.
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Disclaimer: All original Harry Potter characters, storylines, as well as the occasional use of direct dialogue from the books and movies belong to J.K. Rowling.
Thank you everyone and enjoy
~ Claudia
One more week, I thought to myself. One more week until I'd be home—well technically.
For the past four years, Hogwarts had been where I'd felt most at home. Although at times I felt slightly alienated from the rest of the Slytherins, it was far better than living with Jamie, my adoptive father.
It's not that Jamie was a horrible person, but a rather boring one at best. He couldn't have expressed his misery any better for having to house a child he never wanted in the first place, especially after the passing of his wife—my adoptive mother, Claire, not long after my adoption.
Although the man would barely say a word to me when I was around, he did still pay for my basic necessities and school costs, which I really couldn't complain about.
Either way, I couldn't be more happy about leaving the dreadful city of London—its streets filled with nothing but Muggle business folk going to and from work, living their—quite honestly, boring lives. Jamie fit right in.
Although there was still a week left of summer holiday, I hadn't done my shopping for school yet, the Headmaster having only sent out our book lists two weeks before the start of term. Most likely due to the fact that there would be a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher—again, which meant last minute textbooks being added to our list.
I wonder what lunatic will be filling the position this year.
The previous two years' positions had been filled with anything but normal wizards. First, it was the stuttering fool who somehow managed to hide Lord Voldemort in his turban without anyone knowing. Then the cocky, flamboyant, fraud whose own memory charm backfired, permanently landing himself a spot at St. Mungo's.
Just like I had been doing the past two years, I'd be heading down to The Leaky Cauldron, where I'd be spending my last week of summer holiday, browsing the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley for my school supplies. Besides Hogwarts itself, Diagon Alley had truly been the most surreal place I knew of. It was the best of both worlds for me —a place filled with magic, yet a place void of Slytherins constantly talking about either their blood status, or their old family wealth. That, and the Gryffindors, who constantly put on display their arrogance, thinking they were better than all the other houses, especially my own house of Slytherin.
Unlike every Slytherin I knew, I was a Muggleborn. Not only were Jamie and Claire Muggles, but my biological parents who had given me up when I was just a newborn had been as well. Although the idea of being a Muggleborn never really bothered me, it wasn't until my first introduction to the Slytherins, where it did in fact linger in my mind, not so pleasantly. That's why whenever I was asked about my blood status, I would simply tell them I was half-blood—both parents magical of course. If I had gone too far in saying I was pure-blood, everyone would have caught my lie instantly, considering there remained only twenty-eight pure-blood families.
Despite my dissimilarities with the rest of the Slytherins, I couldn't picture myself in any other house, especially having spent the last four years in it.
I still remembered my sorting like it was yesterday. After barely being able to take in everything I had just seen upon first arriving at Hogwarts, including the enchanted candles that floated from the ceiling of the Great Hall, us first years were told to form around a three-legged stool that held a tattered old hat.
This hat, to my shock, began to speak, giving a long explanation of the four noble Houses of Hogwarts—Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Being a Muggleborn, I had no prior knowledge of the different houses upon entering Hogwarts. It was only until a rather stern looking witch—who I'd soon know to be Professor Mcgonagall, held up the hat, and began to call each first year up, individually placing the hat upon our heads.
"Davies, Roger!" Professor Mcgonagall shouted.
A rather pale boy, with flowing brown hair, confidently walked up to the stool, the professor placing the hat atop his head. Within seconds, the hat shouted:
"RAVENCLAW!"
With a proud and confident grin on his face, the boy stood from the stool as the hat was removed from his head, and began to walk over to the long table farthest to the right of the room, the Ravenclaws cheering.
It was at this moment I began to panic.
Was I supposed to have figured out my house by now? Which house was the best? Which house would suit me best? If I didn't like my house after I got sorted, could I switch?
All these thoughts raced through my head as the students continued to be called up.
"Diggory, Cedric!"
A handsome boy with grey eyes advanced to the chair, the hat placed on his head.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat shouted.
He swaggered off to the table furthest to the left of the room, a boyish grin appearing on his face as the Hufflepuff table erupted into excitement at their newest member.
As names continued to be called out, the boy with dreads who stood next to me, turned to me and asked:
"So what house do you reckon you'll be in?"
"Um..." I stumbled.
I remember standing there, looking at him for a solid ten seconds, without saying a word, not knowing what the proper response should be.
"You know what I reckon Lee? I reckon you're scaring the daylights out of her." A voice came from the side of the boy, who I now knew as Lee.
As I peered over to Lee's side, I noticed the voice coming from a lanky, red-headed boy, and standing next to him was what appeared to be his identical twin—yet the differences were notable to me.
"No need to get hasty with me George." Lee said jokingly to his ginger friend, as his counterpart playfully elbowed him.
"Dunno really. I reckon the one that sounded most similar to me was Slytherin, or maybe Gryffindor. I don't know. What do you lot suppose you'll get?" I mustered the courage to speak to the three boys whose gazes now all seemed to be on me.
"Certainly hope you don't get Slytherin." George's twin piped in.
"They're a nasty bunch of twats if you ask me." George continued his brother's statement. "Reckon Fred and I will both be placed in Gryffindor, seeing as our whole family has been nothing but."
"Same here." Lee said confidently, throwing a friendly smile at me.
"Jordan, Lee!" The professor shouted.
"Guess I'm up!" The twins gave him an encouraging pat on the back, as he quickly walked to the stool.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Up to this point, I had been so distracted by my conversation with the boys, that I didn't even notice the loud roars that came from the middle table to the left, the Gryffindor table. It had been by far the loudest table, and in my opinion, the most boastful of the four.
"Pucey, Adrian!"
A tall, rather intimidating young man, with dark hair, confidently walked towards the hat.
"SLYTHERIN!"
Now, the middle table to the right erupted in cheers, as the new Slytherin boy walked towards it.
Was Slytherin all that bad? I remembered thinking to myself.
To me, they looked to be the most composed of the four, something I had grown up living by—something familiar.
But I couldn't help thinking about the three friendly boys who had been the only ones thus far to even converse with me, especially the red headed boy—George, who I couldn't help but feel drawn towards.
What was I thinking anyways? I doubt we get to choose our houses. If that were the case, what would the point of a Sorting Hat be?
I had lost track of time, because before I even finished processing my thoughts, my name was being called.
"Warrington, Calista!"
My heart began to race, as I stood in the same spot, not even moving.
I felt a nudge at the lower part of my spine, turning around to see none other than George, prompting me to move forward.
"Go on, you've got this." He gave me an encouraging smile.
As my racing heart began to slow down at his calming words of encouragement, I began to walk towards the stool. As I approached it, the hat was placed on my head.
For a moment, all I heard was silence, until the sound of the Sorting Hat erupted in my eardrum.
Bloody loud, I thought.
"Quite undecided you seem. Can't see you thriving in either Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw—perhaps Slytherin? You do seem quite the ambitious type—or maybe Gryffindor, where the courageous lie?"
Without even having the time to process what the hat had just said to me, it shouted:
"SLYTHERIN!"
The middle table to the right erupted once more into loud cheers, welcoming the newest member.
As I walked towards the table and walked by George, I couldn't help but notice the look of disappointment on his face, a mutual feeling I now shared with him. I thought Slytherin seemed to be a great house to be in, but after seeing the many disapproving faces from the other houses, I couldn't help but feel upset.
As soon as I was seated, the twins were some of the last to be called.
"Weasley, Fred!"
Fred turned to his twin for a quick second, a grin on his face, and walked over to the stool.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
I sat in anticipation at the next name being called.
"Weasley, George!"
And just like that—
"GRYFFINDOR!"
My heart sank at the word. Although I had just met the boy, I couldn't help but feel a warmth surrounding his presence—like a flame, his kind, yet humorous words lingering in my mind.
As expected, Jamie wasn't home to wish me off, having gotten used to me leaving a week early to go to The Leaky Cauldron.
He had, however, remembered to leave me enough money for my school expenses, which sat on the small desk next to the inside entrance of the house. I picked up the small piece of parchment that lay atop the Muggle money, which read:
See you next summer- Jamie
I scoffed out loud, instantly catching myself and realizing I should stop being a prick about it.
I grabbed the money from the desk, shoving it into my small black purse that rested on my shoulder.
I had already gathered my luggage—a large trunk with the Hogwarts emblem, which now stood at the entrance. My owl, Athena, was to be at Hogwarts once I would arrive in a week: I thought it best to send her there prior to my stay at The Leaky Cauldron.
I now stood facing the mahogany mirror that was situated on the wall in the hallway. My dark-brown hair—which matched my eyes, reached down to my chest, laying in soft waves against the black hoodie I had thrown on. I tugged slightly at the waistband of my blue jeans, barely doing so, as a loud honk was heard from outside.
I had forgotten that I called for the black cab over ten minutes ago. Since The Leaky Cauldron was only an hour drive from where I lived, I decided it would be the most practical way to get there, seeing as I wasn't old enough to apparate yet.
I quickly grabbed my trunk with one hand, the other turning the handle of the door. I somehow managed to drag the heavy suitcase all the way to the front porch, struggling down the stairs. Finally, the cab driver got out of his vehicle and helped stuff my trunk into the boot of the car.
It was now half past nine at night, as I peered back at the house, which was barely illuminated by the lanterns that stood along the entryway. I didn't plan on leaving so late; however, I had difficulty fitting everything in my trunk this year, wasting about three hours to decide what I would have to leave behind.
As I stepped into the backseat of the cab, and glanced once more at the dimmed house, I breathed a great sigh of relief, excited to finally be one step closer to home.
As the cab began to approach the curb across the street, I could already see the tavern's hanging sign— a witch with a pointed hat, stirring a potion of sorts, in a large cauldron.
I quickly opened the door to the cab, stepped out, and breathed in the cool air around me. Although I wasn't in Diagon Alley quite yet, I still felt a presence of magic around me.
As I continued to daydream, and look around the dark cobblestone streets in front of me, the driver popped open the boot of the cab, pulling out my trunk for me.
"I've got it from here, thanks." I said hurriedly, grabbing my heavy trunk and dragging it over to the pavement.
The driver looked at me quizzically, wondering why someone would go out of their way to carry such a heavy thing. However, he couldn't be bothered, as I handed him the fare, and he was off in an instant.
As I looked around me, there was not a single person in sight, nor barely a sound, except for the occasional drop of rain falling from the trees, and the slight rustling of bushes.
As I began to make my way across the street with my trunk in hand, the noises from the bushes became more apparent. I froze for a moment, listening for any other strange noises.
Nothing. Must have just been the wind.
I continued to walk across the street, planning out the rest of the week in my head.
I'll have to make a stop at Gringotts first thing in the morning, then perhaps I'll go and have some breakfast back at The Leaky Cauldron. Oh and I'll definitely have to make a stop at Qual—
My thoughts were cut short as the noise coming from the bushes had me quickly turn around in fear.
Standing no further than five meters from me, was a large, black dog, its gaze remaining on me the entire time. As I attempted to inch away from it, the vicious looking dog began to let out a low growl.
Should I run? Maybe I'll throw something at it...no, bad idea. What if I throw something to distract it, then I'll make a run for it? I'm feeling rather brave today anyways.
Before I could even act on my foolish plan, a car zoomed so fast in front of me, honking its horn, while simultaneously splashing me with the enormous puddle it just drove through.
Great, I thought.
I quickly looked back up to where the dog had been, but there was nothing to be seen.
I couldn't have just imagined that, right? I mean, I had been known to be quite the daydreamer, but that? I don't know, it seemed pretty real to me.
Remembering that I had just been completely drenched, and was now shivering, I quickly made a run for the door of The Leaky Cauldron, running as fast as I could with my trunk.
Before entering the pub, I glanced one more time where the dog once stood, but there was once again, nothing to be seen.
As I entered the tavern, I was overwhelmed, in a pleasant way, by the smell of beer and firewood. It still looked the same to me—white brick walls, high ceilings, moving portraits that seemed to have been placed lazily on the walls. Although it was almost near eleven at night, and there were probably many people sleeping, jazz music played on very low.
As the door shut behind me, a bald man with a hunched back scurried over to me.
"Hi Tom." I nodded politely. The man gave me a friendly nod back.
Tom was the landlord, innkeeper, and barman here at The Leaky Cauldron. I had come to know him over the last couple of years from staying here.
Tom grabbed my trunk from where it now stood on the hardwood floor, dangling a large silver key in front of me. I politely reached for it, looking at the number engraved on its side.
Room 12
"Room eleven is occupied this time then?" The man gave me a small nod.
It wasn't that big of a deal, only, I didn't like change. Especially when that change was a smaller room with a mediocre view. It would unfortunately have to do.
As I walked past the various tables in the pub, something at the corner of my eye caught my attention. Although at first I thought it to be just another moving portrait, a poster of a rather barbaric looking man holding a sign that read Azkaban Prison, screaming, was posted onto one of the brick columns of the tavern.
The sign read:
HAVE YOU SEEN THIS WIZARD?
APPROACH WITH EXTREME CAUTION!
DO NOT ATTEMPT TO USE MAGIC AGAINST THIS MAN!
Any information leading to the arrest of this man shall be duly rewarded
Notify immediately by owl the Ministry of Magic
Although I knew and heard of Azkaban, I had never seen this man before.
He must be dangerous. I thought, now seeing that this wasn't the only poster of him hanging up in the pub.
Before I could continue my thoughts, I was being waved over by Tom.
I walked up the creaky wooden stairs, catching up to him, as he was now at the top of them, along with my suitcase. He waved me over, as to hurry, which I did. He handed me my trunk, pointed to the door with a golden 12 on it, and waved goodnight.
I walked to the door, where I now struggled to find my misplaced key.
Normally I would've gone back downstairs after unpacking, cozying up by the fire, with a book in hand however, tonight I was not particularly in a fantastic mood. Not only was I now hallucinating large black dogs following me, but I still remained completely soaked from the car, and to top it all off, I was just downgraded to a smaller room.
At least my night can't get much worse.
And just as that thought occurred, the door to room 11 opened up, revealing a boy with messy brown hair, rubbing his eyes before putting on a pair of round glasses.
Harry Potter. Of course it was him who got my room.
He looked up at me with a blank expression on his face, recognizing me, I assumed.
Although he was two years below me, it was practically impossible not to overhear a conversation that included the subject of Harry Potter, especially amongst the Slytherins. That, and he also remained to be my competitor on the Quidditch pitch: we were both the Seekers of our respective houses, although he somehow managed to make the Gryffindor team during his first year.
Personally, I could never bother with the gossip that went around about him in the Slytherin common room. They hated him for all the wrong reasons in my opinion. To me, he was just an annoying little kid, that constantly got away with stuff that would never fly by if it weren't for his popularity status.
He was the Chosen One after all.
As I finally managed to find my room key, I gave him a quick glare, opened the door to my room, and shut it on his face.
As I turned to face my room, I took a deep sigh of relief. Although my day didn't go as expected, I had the rest of the week to look forward to. Hopefully I'd be so busy off buying my school supplies that I would completely forget who was staying in the room next door.
I was simply too tired to unpack my things tonight, or even take a hot shower to warm myself up, so I decided to just change out of my wet clothes and throw on my nightwear before jumping into bed.
I hastily threw the covers up so I could get underneath them, not having been this warm and comfortable for the past few hours, I began to drift, falling asleep within minutes.