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Harry Potter Modern!AU| Devil's Triangle Part 2.3“You forgot to buy the spring onions again?! I’m starting to think you’re doing this on purpose, Harry.”Harry groaned and slapped his forehead. “Damn, I knew I missed something.”“Oh drop the pretense.”“I’m serious, Luna,” Harry fixed his sister in an earnest gaze. “I was going to get it but along the way, I met someone.”Luna rolled her eyes as she set the table for three. “You know, if you’re going to lie, at least make it believable. You’re a policeman, Harry - at least learn to lie properly.”“But I’m not lying!” he protested.Luna placed the last plate down on the circular, wooden table and turned to look at him. With one hand on her hip, her sharp eyes bore into his. Harry gulped under her scrutiny. His elder sister was the figure of authority ever since they were kids. A single look from her was enough to have him scuttling for safety when he had done something naughty. Now that they were older, her thick, wavy hair and long diamond-shaped face accentuated the sharpness of her expression even more.He held his breath as she looked at him squarely. Then Luna lifted her hands in defeat. “Fine. So who is this someone you met?”Harry almost sighed in relief. “Do you remember that girl I used to hang around when I was a teen?”Her face scrunched in thought. Luna took a few seconds before replying, “Was it that wild, pretty one whose mother was a second wife?”“Yes, yes! Hermione, remember?” Harry enthused.A smirk grew across Luna’s lips. “You still like her after all these years? I didn’t know my little brother was this loyal.”Red bloomed across his cheeks. He spun back towards the kitchen, busying himself with bringing out the glasses of water. He heard Luna chuckle in the dining room and he grimaced, wishing he hadn’t brought it up in the first place.When he re-entered the dining room, he averted his eyes from Luna. But as he placed the glasses on the table, he felt a hand ruffle his hair.“Alright, I won’t tease you,” Luna said between muffled laughter. “So how is she? Why is she back?”Harry grumbled under his breath. He glowered at her for a moment before sighing in resignation. He could never stay angry with her for long. “She looks as radiant as before. Apparently, she’s taking a break from work. So she’ll be teaching art at our old school.”Luna raised an eyebrow. “A break huh. Interesting.”“Yeah, I guess Shawn will be seeing her in school. Where is that boy by the way?” Harry looked around the house, trying to catch a glimpse of his nephew.Her shoulders raised up in a shrug as Luna ran a hand through her long hair. “Where else? Probably stuck to the computer or his phone again.”Noting the hint of frustration mixed with resignation in her tone, Harry patted her shoulder. “Want me to talk with him?”She shook her head and flashed a weary smile. “Maybe later.”Before he could ask anything further, a young voice with a playful edge rang out in the room, followed by light footsteps padding down the staircase. “Did someone call me just now?”“Dinner’s ready, Shawn,” Luna called out before heading back to the kitchen when she heard the oven ding.Harry watched as a mop of black hair peeped out of the stairwell. At the sight of his nephew’s impish smile, Harry chuckled. “Were you eavesdropping just now?”The lanky teen skipped the last few steps and landed on the floor with a loud thump. He ambled towards Harry and dropped into the chair across from him. A wide grin still splitting his lips, he grabbed a fork and poked at the vegetables on one of the dishes. “I wasn’t eavesdropping. Just happened to listen in.”Shaking his head, Harry sighed and pulled out a chair before settling down on it. He regarded his nephew with an affectionate look. It was hard to dislike Shawn with his winning smile and sweet words. But the teen was difficult to handle at times since he feared no one, not even his mother. Fear was like a double-edged sword - destructive if used wrongly, but sometimes needed to guide someone back on the right path. Harry’s stomach curled at the memory of being whipped to within an inch of his life. Pushing the thought away, he focused his attention on Shawn instead.“So you heard what your mum said about you being too addicted to your phone?” he said gently, without directly admonishing Shawn. He knew that didn’t work on the kid.Shawn gave a careless shrug, one hand already digging into his shorts pocket for his phone. It was as if the phone was a magnet that sucked the kid’s hand to it. Harry always wondered what young people nowadays were doing on their smart gadgets the entire time. Facebook? Games? His eyes would tire of looking at the screen after more than an hour. Maybe he was getting old.“I heard you guys talking about the new art teacher though. Who’s she?” Shawn asked, even as his eyes flitted over the screen of his smartphone.Watching Shawn’s fingers fly over the small device, Harry could understand his sister’s frustration and despair. He wished there was a better way of telling the teen that there was a lot more to life than what was on that small screen. But for now, he let it slip.“She’s an old friend of mine. She’s a singer now, maybe you’ve heard of her?” he said.Shawn quirked an eyebrow and he looked up from his screen. “Oh wait. You mean that small-time singer who’s from here? She’s the new art teacher?”A little indignant, Harry cleared his throat. “Her album did pretty well actually. It got featured many times on the radio, you know.”Shawn simpered as a grin crept across his features. “So you really do like her, Uncle Harry.”Red erupted across Harry’s cheeks and he launched forward in his seat, ready to protest. But before he could deny it, Shawn added, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our secret.” Deflating, Harry sank back in his chair and massaged his forehead between his thumb and forefinger. “You really are incorrigible, Shawn.”The young teen laughed and returned his attention back to the screen. His agile fingers danced across the keypad as he typed out a quick tweet to his followers. Breaking news! Guess who our new art teacher is?? This lady:http://the-songstress-hermione.comThe second his thumb hit “Send”, a notification popped up on hundreds of people’s feeds. Many of Shawn’s friends and classmates replied almost instantly with emojis and short texts, all newly discovering who this Hermione personality was.But one person, in particular, had a vastly different response. After the small pop-up had materialized on his computer screen, tears sprung to his eyes. He lunged for the monitor, his trembling fingers reaching out to caress the thumbnail of Hermione. He whispered lovingly to the smiling picture of her.“I know where you are now, my goddess.”
Harry Potter Modern!AU| Devil's Triangle Part 2.2Back inside her old home, Hermione heaved a sigh of relief. She stood in the hallway with her luggage and took in the dreary surroundings. Dull wallpaper lined the walls and a murky carpet covered the floor. She grimaced. The previous tenants had terrible tastes.The hallway branched off into the kitchen and living room, but she would explore that later. Hermione hoisted her trolley bag and headed up the staircase that led from the hallway. The stairs creaked under her weight like before. She noticed that the photos that used to hang on the wall beside the staircase were replaced with paintings that purportedly increased the energy of the space.At the top of the stairs was a small corridor that led off to two bedrooms - to her left was the master bedroom. She barely gave it a glance before turning to the right. Her old bedroom looked almost like how she remembered it. The posters of singers and pop divas were taken down but the bed, dressing table, and cupboard were left untouched. She placed her luggage to one side against the wall and plopped down on the bed. The springs squeaked but it had lost quite a bit of its bounce. Hermione looked around the room. It was drab and lacked character, except for the light pink walls that had faded since she had lived there. At least the previous tenants had kept it neat, she comforted herself. Everything was in good condition and there wasn’t much to clean. As she sighed, her roving gaze fell on the open door that led to the master bedroom across from her. Unlike her room which still caught the last of the evening sun, the master bedroom was shrouded in darkness.Hermione could make out the outline of the large king-sized bed there and the long wall-length mirror behind it. Her lips turned dry as she recalled the unmade sheets, the tangle of bodies, and that unwelcome sound. Fingers curled into the mattress beneath her. Her throat tightened, and with it, the familiar ache in her chest. The walls closed in on her until all she could see was the synchronized movement of shadows. Her breath rattled in sharp and shallow gasps. A familiar numbing sensation spread from the tips of her fingers down to the sole of her feet. Her vision blurred and she thought she was floating.This was bad. Through the haze of anxiety, her mind screamed at her to get out of there. Hermione grabbed her clutch bag and stumbled out of her room and down the stairs. She was out the front door in a flash.Not bothering to take her car, she headed for the gate, opening and closing it with a resounding slam. She hurried down the sidewalk with no clear destination in mind. She needed to put as much distance between her and that house - that bedroom. Her high heels beat a frantic rhythm on the pavement as she sped-walked through the neighborhood. The smell of food and peels of laughter that drifted from the houses melted into a blur. She wrapped her arms around her chest to protect herself from the icy cold settling into her bones, but it did nothing to assuage her. The cold came from inside.She had to get away from all this. Setting her sights on her feet, she concentrated on putting one foot ahead of the other. Soon, the pavement and gated properties were replaced by road sidewalks and empty countryside.The more she walked, the calmer she felt. The fresh night air helped soothe her burning lungs and her breathing returned to normal. Before she knew it, she had reached the small convenience store a few blocks away from her home. She had not been paying attention to her surroundings but muscle memory had led her here, to her old haunt.Nothing had changed in her absence. There was still a hair salon around the corner, along with an old pub. In the distance was the town center, across a large empty field. She hesitated outside the store, wondering whether to turn back and head home, now that she felt better. But a growl from her stomach reminded her that the kitchen there was still empty.She sucked in a deep breath and pushed the glass door open. A blast of cool air welcomed her along with the tinkling of a bell. Grabbing a basket from the entrance, she walked down the aisles in search of her dinner for tonight. With her mind pleasantly occupied by shopping, the tension in her body lessened and the unwelcome memory from before was shelved away in the recesses of her brain. She focused on mentally listing down some necessary household items, grabbing items off the shelves as she walked past. She didn’t take notice of the other customers until a tentative voice called out.“Hermione? Is that you?”Spinning around, she came face to face with a boyish-looking, young man. He had a squarish face and angular jaw that accented his sparkling green eyes. In his hand was a very full shopping basket which, she noted, held a good variety of healthy foods. He seemed familiar but she couldn’t put a name to him yet.She flashed him a polite smile in response. “Yes. And you are..?”“It’s me, Harry! From high school, remember?”The name rang a bell, bringing back memories of a skinny-looking kid who, on occasion, used to hang around her group of friends. He had grown into a handsome man, although his geeky choice of a simple tee and three-quarter cargo pants reminded her of the old Harry. “Oh my god, it’s been so long,” Hermione exclaimed. “I do remember you. How have you been?”Harry beamed. “I’m doing fine. What are you doing back here?”“Just taking a long break from work,” Hermione answered with a wave of her hand. It was a practiced answer that she had come up with. “In the meantime, I’ll be teaching art at our old school.”“That’s awesome! So you’ll be staying here for a while then, I guess?” Harry bubbled with enthusiasm.“Yeah, a few months or so.” She gave a vague answer, opting not to go into details. “How about you? What are you working as now?”“Oh, me?” Harry rubbed the back of his head and chuckled. “I’m a police officer.”She had not pegged him as the police type. Then again, she recalled he was into detective novels and such when he was young. Besides - she discreetly checked him out - it seemed like he was working out. “That’s cool. Hey, don’t arrest me if you catch me speeding.” Hermione winked.“Ah of course I won’t-” Harry caught himself. “I mean I will arrest you-”Blundering over his words, Harry’s ears turned red when he caught Hermione holding back her laughter. “I-I meant..”“It’s alright. I’m just kidding,” Hermione chuckled. He was cute like this, and so fun to tease.“Oh right,” Harry laughed sheepishly, his eyes averting from her gaze. A buzz emanated from Harry’s pants pocket and he fumbled to fish out his phone. He glanced at the screen, grimaced, and pushed it back into his pocket.“Sorry, I have to go.” A tinge of disappointment colored his voice. “But it was nice to see you again.”Hermione gave a small smile. “Nice to see you too.”Harry turned to leave but he hesitated before spinning back to face her. “Oh hey, you know, if you want company or anything, just give me a ring or drop by my place. We can catch up or drink or-or...”She swallowed down a chuckle. Despite the bungled attempt at inviting her into his bed, his sincerity shone through. If it had been a different man, she would be disgusted at the suggestion. But knowing Harry, he really meant to help her get settled in.“Sure.” Her eyes glistened with warmth. “You do check Facebook right?”Harry perked up and dipped his head. “Yeah, you can private message me if you want.”“Great, I’ll see you around then.” She gave a wave of her hand.A shade of pink tainted Harry’s cheeks and he waved back. As Hermione watched his receding back, she felt a rush of warmth through her body. She smiled to herself.Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be back home.
Harry Potter Modern!AU| Devil's Triangle Part 2.1May 10 202X21:02@ herm4ever: hey @ modthebod, you heard anything about Hermione yet? Getting a little bored here trawling old pics.@ modthebod: Maybe.@ herm4ever: ? What do you mean by that?@ modthebod: Not sure yet. Getting some info but I’ll let you guys know, don’t worry.21:25@ mr-drake: yo man, you better not keep us in the dark @ modthebod. don’t be keeping Hermione all to yourselfs.21:27@ modthebod: You don’t like how I deal with stuff, then fuck off @ mr-drake.~ ~ ~Hermione’s breath hitched as she rounded the corner in her rented car. After almost twenty years, the old neighborhood still looked exactly the way she remembered it. Identical two-storey houses lined the road and her house sat at the very end of it. It was almost dinner-time, so most people were inside, but Hermione brought her car to a crawl in case any children darted out of the doors. She took her time looking around, noticing the newly-tarred road and the abundance of toys scattered in many of the front yards. Her quaint neighborhood had definitely grown in size and by the looks of it, was much better maintained.As she neared the end of the street, her eyes settled on her second childhood home. The white paint was peeling in places but the house didn’t look as decrepit as she thought it would. There was grass in the front yard - that was a good change. All in all, it looked almost the same as when she had left it. According to the current land owner, he’d only rented it out twice over the course of the years. The previous tenant had taken care of it quite well, so there wasn’t much need for maintenance. Not many people came to the small town, so he had been happy to rent the house out to Hermione, especially when he found out who she was. Or had been, she mused bitterly. At least her ex-celebrity status had earned her a discount. Who knew the land owner would turn out to be a fan? She allowed herself a little smile at the thought of her far-reaching fame.She slowed to a stop, turned off the engine, and stepped out of the car with her purse. The front gate wasn’t automated, so she reached into the designer clutch bag and fished out the keys. As she fumbled with the lock, not getting the right key the first time, a hoarse voice made her jump.“What are you doing? Are you a thief?”Hermione looked up to see an elderly woman squinting at her through a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. With her frizzy white hair and baggy blouse and plants that clung to her thin frame, the woman looked like a witch out of a children’s movie. “Oh no,” Hermione laughed. “I’m the new tenant here. Still trying to figure out which key is which.”Met with silence, her laughter trailed off awkwardly. She cleared her throat and extended a hand. “I’m Hermione by the way. Nice to meet you.”The old woman eyed her but did not take her hand. “Rita Skeeter,” she said after a long pause.“Nice to meet you, Rita.” Hermione smiled as she retracted her hand and wiped it on her short pencil skirt.Not sure how to proceed with the conversation, she pointed a finger towards the house. “Well umm, I guess I’d better be going.”“You know,” Rita interrupted before Hermione could even take a step. “The previous tenants were always so noisy.”The odd bit of information was so out of the blue that Hermione could only look blankly at Rita. When she didn’t respond, the old woman jabbered on. “Always yelling at the top of their voices, you know. Always quarrelling with each other. That’s why they ended up in a divorce, of course.”Hermione pursed her lips and her eyes narrowed. Gossip and gossipmongers were near the top on the list of things she hated. She folded her arms and said, “Okay, so what’s your point?”The old woman bristled and regarded Hermione with contempt. “Well, I just wanted to warn you that I don’t take kindly to any loud noises. I’m a light sleeper and it is absolutely horrible to be woken up in the middle of the night. So preferably no late night parties or trysts with boyfriends or-”“You don’t need to worry about that,” Hermione cut in sharply as her fingers wrapped around the right key, having identified it by feeling the ridges along its edge. “I won’t be around much.”She jammed the key into the lock and this time, it gave way easily. As she opened the gate, she turned to Rita and gave a sarcastic smile. “Oh and by the way, I’m single.”Not bothering to wait for a reply, she walked back to her car, got in, and slammed the door as hard as she could. A look in her windshield showed a seething Rita with her cheeks stained red in fury. Satisfied and smug, Hermione gave a small wave before starting the engine and driving into her garage. By the time she exited her car and approached the gate to lock it back up, Rita was nowhere to be seen.“Good riddance,” she mumbled to herself before securing the gate and heading back in. Well, that was a warm welcome....
The boy who had to dieThe boy who had to dieSeverus Snape rushed into his office. He was almost insane with rage; he felt it could tear him apart. It was like a fire burning all over his body, forcing him to dig furiously and scratch at everything nearby. It was as if poison flowed through his veins, suffocating all hope and happiness. A disease, which kills everyone, he ever cared about. It started with his mother, continued with his best friend, and now it was Potter. That's right. Even in his mind, he couldn't call him by his first name. The hatred that arose from his father's tyranny and underlined by the boy's arrogance still lingered in him. However, he knew that the boy was the only living person he still had. The only positive reason for his constant survival.He risked his life every day. Lies and hypocrisy became his coat, which he never took off. He could barely sleep and could no longer remember when he was holidays. He bowed to his enemy, and his true comrades-in-arms despised him deeply. For the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore, he was only a Death Eater, who is useful just for doing dirty work, that none of the "good guys" didn't wanted to do. They only used him as a weapon - not that he didn't deserve it ... He deserved it. That, and much more. However, it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was the boy's life. Unfortunately, now it didn't seem like, that boy had a great chance of survival.It was a whole big mockery.“So the boy…the boy must die?” Snape didn't want to believe his ears.“And Voldemort himself must do it, Severus. That is essential… that is essential, That is essential… the boy must die…”His own and headmaster's words sounded like a broken tape recorder in his head. The light side darkened a little again. They left the whole weight of the world and its rescue to the child. They let the child sacrifice "for the greater good." Merlin's Beard, child! No matter how Potter could be annoying, arrogant, how he disobeying rules and regulations, how the brat annoyed him with his too much consideration for others, how he threw himself into every danger, and how much it reminded him of Lily. It was bad. Severus felt deceived, betrayed. He promised Dumbledore his devotion for protection for the woman, he loved, and then for her boy. But the leader of the light only used him and didn't intend to keep his promise. He raising the boy like a pig for slaughter. Maybe the headmaster lied for the first time too, maybe he'd have let both Longbottom and Potter killed, just to get his Chosen One.Severus knew Dark Arts very well.“Fragment of Voldemort’s soul was blasted apart from the whole, and latched itself on to the only living soul left in that collapsing building.”Damn, it sounded suspiciously like the creation of a Horcruxes. But how can you get rid of the living box of this disgusting magical artifact without actually killing the host? Desperately, he rushed to his library and began research. He was determined to disobey the headmaster and try everything just to save the boy. If he found anything that could help Potter and free him from a piece of Voldemort's soul, even if it was the darkest magic, he would use it. If he found something like that, without the slightest hesitation, he would easily kidnap the boy from Hogwarts and tie him to him with blood. He hasn't changed in the slightest. Still the same selfish Death Eater, caring only for those he loves, and otherwise their families and the whole world around them can burn just if he gets what he wants.In a few minutes, his so tidy cabinet looked like it had exploded. Open books, potions, and scribbled parchments rolled everywhere. This state of feverish search, however, led nowhere even after three months. Time passed and the moment, when the boy will saw nothing in him but a disgusting murderer, was approaching. But that didn't seem to have a solution. There is no other option and things just happen the way the senile old man planned. Regardless of moral values, what is dear to him or what would be fair. The child deserved to live, he deserved his revenge, and Dumbledore deserved to understand how gray he had become.But as always, life and death aren't simply fair!
Writing Commissions Open!I am taking writing commissions again! Updated my fandom list and rules just a little bit and here you go: Examples of my work: ( 1, 2, 3 ) I also have this tumblr account specifically for my writings.As you can see, I am capable of doing both short stories and multiple-chapter stories. :) I am very flexible in general.Fandoms I am most familiar with:Dragon AgeMass EffectWitcherAmnesiaOkamiDisneyTransformers (specify universe)Historical fictionLOTR/the Hobbit/The SilmarillionGoTHarry PotterPercy JacksonTwilightWarriorsSilent HillSupernaturalATLA/ATLKHetaliaPokemon/DigimonStar TrekStar WarsMLPThe LabyrinthLovecraftian horrorMortal KombatMarvel/DCUSteven UniverseFNAFLeague of LegendsDon't StarveKingdom HeartsSonic the HedgehogFinal Fantasy (VII/VIII/X)Dragon Ball ZBleachFullmetal AlchemistSailor MoonTomb RaiderDnDSkyrimOverwatchResident EvilAlienPredator (franchise)Fire EmblemDoki Doki Literature Club!Yu-Gi-Oh!And if you don’t see a fandom here you can ask me and I will tell you if I know it or not! I didn’t list them all here.Things I will write:Your OCs/Self-insertsLGBT+NSFWOriginal Fiction (as long as enough information is provided)AngstFluffHorror/CreepypastasCrossovers (If I know the series)HeadcanonsTorture/GoreBDSMOmegaverseAUsRape/DubconTentacles/AliensVampires/Werewolves/Monsters etc.Furries/Anthro (both SFW and NSFW)Fetishes (please specify so I can see whether I’m okay with it or not)If I haven’t mentioned anything that you wish to know feel free to ask as well!Things I will NOT write:Pedophilia/UnderageDD/LG (Daddies/Mommies and littles)Vore/CannibalismInflationWatersports/ScatBestialityNecrophiliaEven if I haven't mentioned something, there are still things I may still not like and will not write it.Prices:Short and simple! 1 USD for every 100 words, which I think is pretty fair. I take payments through PayPal. PLEASE NOTE that I have every right to reject a commission, even if it fits my rules.Send me a note if you have an offer! :)
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