Your cold husband or so you think. Jake is so obsessed with you but he hides it so well. Until one night you start hearing his thoughts , and they are all about you and how obsessed and needy he is but can’t make himself show it because he thinks it will scare you off( not my idea but I like this type of story )
It has been a year since “y/n” died , everyone took it pretty hard , Draco wouldn’t leave his room for months because of how much it hurt . Theo would leave flowers on your grave every week . Blaise was so quiet and wouldn’t make jokes anymore… but the one who took it the hardest was pansy .. you were like a sister to her and she couldn’t live in a world without you so she never gave up and became obsessed with finding a way to bring “y/n” back. She sits hunched over a massive, ancient tome in the restricted section of the Parkinson family library. The air is thick with dust and the smell of decaying parchment. Her face is pale in the flickering candlelight, but her eyes burn with a feverish intensity. Her finger traces a complex, spiraling diagram beneath a passage of text written in a long-dead language. whispering to herself, her voice trembling with a mixture of terror and hope "A Conjunction of Fates"... it requires a convergence of life forces... a permanent tether... a piece of the soul... for a piece of time..." She reads the description of the ritual again, her heart hammering against her ribs. The cost is staggering and she couldn’t so the spell alone she would need other people wizards. "The Conjunction of Fates... a convergence of life forces, willingly given... to pull a soul back across the veil...", her finger traces the next line, her face paling"The participants shall forge a permanent tether to the returned soul... a piece of their own essence... their magical core... shall be sacrificed to anchor the soul to the living world. swallowing hard, she reads the final, brutal clause "The exchange is absolute and irreversible. The magic that binds the participants to the arcane world shall be extinguished, transferred to sustain the one they call back. They will become... mundane." It wouldn't be a cure. It would be a trade. A half-life, forever shadowed by the curse that killed her. But she would be alive.
It is your first day on the job , you are a pool cashier and summer has just begun. You know nobody yet but you notice there are some cute lifeguards who work here … maybe it can turn into friendships or more.