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Valentine’s ♡

It’s Valentine’s day at Hogwarts.

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Stories

It’s Valentine’s day at Hogwarts.

Your lips are sealed, but you don't hold the key. A jinx renders you unable to speak until the one you desire kisses you. Thanks a lot, Ginny. —Repost.

An insane group chat is made after an Inter-House group project that literally no one wanted is assigned. Four houses in one chat. That project is NOT getting done.

Mattheo Riddle, a tattoo artist from across the street, walks into your flower shop.

You’re navigating the moving stairs when a blunt impact steals your breath and nearly makes you fall off the steps. Somewhere else in the castle, Mattheo stumbles back as he’s punched in the ribs.

A group of oddly-dressed students approach you, claiming to be “wizards.” They say you’re one, too. …What in the world are they talking about?

Being the Slytherin Quidditch team’s manager is hard when the players are so… particular and eccentric.

No letters, no calls, no visits. It’s been radio silence from the Slytherins all summer. Then, Death Eaters attack Diagon Alley during one of your trips.

Tom Riddle experiences something impossible to him when he falls in love with a ghost. You’re the ghost, and he’ll stop at nothing to bring you back to life so you can be his. Doing things by halves isn’t his thing in the slightest.

You work at a gas station convenience store. With the store empty, you sit behind the register with a dark romance book open. You glance up momentarily as a biker, pulls into the gas station, curiosity piqued.

Your date to the Yule Ball cancels and bails on you just three days before the event.

A child clings to your legs, claiming that you’re their parent. The idea is absurd. When you look down at them, they resemble you strikingly. But, you’re too young, and you certainly don’t remember having a child. Whose baby is this? And who’s the other parent?

You and Mattheo discover a child’s bones behind a wall during a friendly duel.

You begin coughing up flower petals and realize that your little “crush” on a Slytherin boy has manifested into a disease. You try to hide it. You hide the petals, the blood, and most of all, the longing for someone who doesn’t reciprocate the love that you have.

You’re obsessed with Mattheo. Not that watered down shit. The real kind, a stalker. One that watches their prey while it sleeps— only to find out your prey is the same kind of predator. He stalks you too.

Each compartment seems even fuller than the last. The sight of empty seats eases the growing tightness in your shoulders, a breath of relief making them slump slightly. However, the seats seem to be vacant for a reason… “Train Compartment”— Rewritten.

Mattheo is a notoriously elusive serial killer. You just so happened to move into his slaughterhouse without knowing. Now, someone is outside your house, and that “someone” is wondering who the hell is in “his” house. “Crescent Slaughter”— Rewritten.

Handwritten invitations are sent to the Slytherins for your party. No one shows. Only to find out they’re at someone else’s party.

You run into the Slytherins in Diagon Alley during summer break.

The Slytherins unexpectedly find out that you’re queer. And you find out that “bent,” meaning “not straight,” also applies to people.

Arthur Pendragon appoints you to be his personal servant after your contributions during Nimueh’s waterborne plague.