harry potter/gossip girl fic: fortius quo fidelius
fortius quo fidelius. harry potter/gossip girl. non-judging breakfast club. 2152 words. pg-13. When Blair turns eleven, she gets her letter.
i thought I had already posted this but when I was looking through the archives i couldn't find it. Happy Harry Potter Weekend, again, everyone!
When Blair turns eleven, she gets her letter. It’s after Nate but before Chuck and Serena.
Later, Serena pulls her aside before Blair opens her presents and finishes her cake.
“B,” she whispered, “what if I don’t get one?”
Even at this age, being this close to Serena made her ache. Her hair shone and her skin glowed and she even smelled amazing.
“You will, obviously. You’re part-Veela, it’s impossible for them to say no.”
Serena stayed there though, fingers pressed onto Blair’s skin and tears about to fall.
“S, I’m not going without you.”
The weight of Serena’s head on Blair’s shoulder is nothing new, comfortable almost, and Blair shifts a little to the left.
Chuck was harder, just a flash of jealousy when Nate had put his hands on hers and said Maybe we’ll be in the same house with that charming smile of his.
He’s lurking in the corner drinking a pumpkin juice and aggressively snacking on the head of a chocolate frog.
“Nathaniel’s a moron,” he mutters into his goblet.
“Did he try to talk his frog into not jumping again?”
This brings the quickest of smiles to his face, the blink and you miss it smile that she grabs onto like a prize.
“You know he won’t make it into Ravenclaw. He’s got a pretty smile, but not much else.”
Blair freezes for a second and puts her game face back on.
“What about Slytherin?” She asked, eyes looking up at him from underneath her impossibly long lashes. Chuck wonders if it's a charm.
“You’re too smart for the likes of us, Waldorf. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
The four of them go to Ollivander’s together, eyes gleaming and Nate wanting to stop at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes to get some Puking Pastilles.
The shop is worse for the wear when they leave, tables broken and windows shattered but a wand has chosen each wizard.
Nate, an 11 ½ inch oak wand with dragon heartstring core.
Chuck, a 12 inch yew wand with a phoenix feather core.
Serena, a 10 inch willow wand with veela hair and unicorn hair twin core.
Blair, a 9 inch elder wand with a peacock feather core.
The hat settles onto her head and -
RAVENCLAW.
Serena pouts and Nate claps, but it’s Chuck who smirks at her with his I told you so face.
Her table goes wild and she can’t stop smiling.
Chuck knows that when the hat is placed on his head, it will scream out Slytherin.
Still , he thinks, Ravenclaw wouldn’t be so bad.
Serena crashes into him coming out of the library, which sends both of their books tumbling to the ground along with a roll of parchment and three quills.
“Shit! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going and-”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. Definitely not your fault, I mean I was too busy thinking about casting silent spells so really it’s probably my fault.”
When he finally stops rambling, Serena tilts her head and takes a closer look at him. She knows his name is Dan Humphrey, mostly because Blair complains about him so much.
He’s kinda cute.
“Oh well I’m-”
“Serena. I know who you are. I mean, I don’t follow you around wearing an Invisibility Cloak or anything. It’s just, word gets around.”
She bites her lip and giggles a little, probably unaware of the effect she has on him.
“Will you be in Hogsmeade this weekend?”
“Um- uh- yeah actually depends on if I finish this paper on-”
“Well if you make it out, you should come find me, ok?”
“Serena’s dating a muggle in my house,” Blair tells Chuck one afternoon at Hogsmeade.
Nate’s went to buy another round, butterbeer for Blair and himself, firewhiskey for Chuck.
“So I’ve heard. Daniel Humphrey? Surely she could do better.”
“You know how it is with her,” Blair says with a wave of her hand. “The real question is what we’re going to do about it.”
Nate walks back, drinks in hand, and the two of them immediately change the subject to the upcoming Yule Ball.
“What are we talking about?” he says as he settles an arm across Blair’s shoulders.
“I was just talking about the likelihood of Chuck bringing Violet Thomas to the dance.”
Nate presses a kiss to the top of her head and nods.
“Sounds like a great idea, Chuck.”
Chuck rolls his eyes; Nathaniel can really be a bloody moron sometimes.
Nate knows what the others in his house think, about his best friend being in Slytherin.
There’s a plaque, before the entrance to the Great Hall. There’s a long line of names, engraved into stone and startingly somber against the laughter of kids running through halls.
He knows that the majority of those names are former members of his own house, that fewer are Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and next to none are Slytherin.
Chuck eats lunch with him almost every day, his silver tie shining in a sea of red and gold. Nate knows just how much bravery it takes, to ignore the hissed insults and occasional jeers.
“Nathaniel, if I didn’t know you better I’d think you wanted to get into my knickers.”
Nate smiles wide and finishes his sandwhich while Chuck complains about the ladies of Gryffindor.
Dan breaks Serena’s heart.
(More probable? Serena breaks his, and makes herself a victim in the process, but Blair has picked her side and would never change now.)
Chuck pours enough Veritaserum into Humphrey’s juice at breakfast to tell truths for a week.
It’s Nate who realizes, after Dan keeps babbling about this one dream where we were making out in the library shirtless until Peeves threw water balloons at us.
“You guys,” he chastises in the library.
Chuck and Blair shrugh their shoulders. Blair chews on a quill and says, “I didn’t do anything.”
Chuck smirks.
“It’s because I’m a muggle, isn’t it Serena? It’s because I’m a Muggle, and you’re from one of the most famous Wizarding families in history.”
Serena puts her hand into her face and lets out an exasperated sigh.
“Dan, don’t be ridiculous. That Muggle-Pureblood stuff was figured out years ago. ”
They stare at each other sullenly before she kisses him softly on the mouth and walks away.
Chuck sits next to Blair in Ravenclaw-Slytherin Defense Against the Dark Arts, usually whispering about the things he’d make Lily Weasley do to him if he had the Imperius curse at his disposal.
“Ugh, you’re disgusting Bass.”
“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Waldorf. Green isn’t becoming on a Ravenclaw.”
“Will you shut up already? I need to do well on this essay about the effects of moonstone on werewolves.”
“Why study werewolves when there are other types of animalistic aggression to work out?”
“Pig.”
“Prude.”
Blair starts the Yule Ball with Nate, and ends it with Chuck.
She’s not sure what happened in between, but she remembers how Serena looked.
In a silver, backless gown, of course, and her stupid Veela hair glowed just as much as the dress did, and if all eyes stared at her, well that was normal. She was used to that.
It was the way that Nate stared a little longer than everyone else, kissed her on the cheek and let his hand linger there.
Chuck stands near the punch, having disposed of his date much earlier, and pours Amortentia in every few minutes.
An hour later, Nate’s too wrapped up in Serena for Blair to look at.
“Care to make things interesting, Waldorf?”
Everything after that is sepia-tinted, flashes of his hands on her shoulder and his lips on her neck.
“Are you sure?” she thinks he said, in between kisses.
She can’t remember where she is or how she got here, just how his hands keep moving south and she throws her head back to moan.
“Yes.”
Nate knows two things for sure: that Serena is the most beautiful thing he will ever love, and that almost every other guy in Hogwarts feels the same way.
It’s the morning of the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff quidditch match, and he has twenty minutes before he needs to be out on the pitch.
Serena sends a paper bird flying over, where it hovers in front of him until he unfolds it.
Good luck, even though you don’t need it. Don’t tell anyone, but you’re definitely going to kill us. Celebratory firewhiskey later with C and B?
Xoxo
Nate scribbles a response, carefully folding the note into a plane and zooming it to the Hufflepuff table. The plane dips and veers, until it finally crashes into Serena’s plate of eggs.
He was never as good at Charms as her.
Blair learns quickly what she excels at:
Charms, Transfiguartion, Potions, Arithmancy and Ancient Runes are elementary.
Divination, however, is an abomination.
It’s during one of her Ravenclaw-Hufflepuff Divination classes that she sits in now, quill absentmindedly scratching doodles into her parchment, Serena playing with her hair in the seat next to her.
“You are in grave danger!” Professor Trelawney yells at a cowering Hubert Winkle across the room.
Fifteen minutes later, and Trelawney is reading Blair’s palm and tea leaves, glasses magnifying her eyes obscenely.
“You will fall very deeply in love,” she intones, which admittedly makes Blair sit up a little straighter.
“But it is not who you expect.”
Serena’s eyebrows shoot up, and she’s making that annoying I told you so face.
Blair rips her palm out of Trelawney’s grip and scowls.
So, Nate and Blair break up.
They’re sitting in Madame Puddifoots, and he just ordered her favorite tea.
It doesn’t seem like quite enough anymore. There’s a strange feeling that’s taken up residence, sort of a terrible heartburn that not even the most perfectly brewed Pepperup Potion can fix.
“Oi, Blair, are you paying attention?”
She stops staring into the bottom of her tea, meeting Nate’s intensely charming grin.
“I don’t think we work anymore,” Blair responds with a sad smile.
His grin fades slowly, and as realization dawns across his face Blair doesn’t know if she should find his slowness infuriating or adorable.
“Does that mean we can stop coming here?”
Nate starts laughing, almost uncontrollably, and Blair stares at him in shock before she joins in.
“Let’s get out of here.”
And they do.
Sometimes, Serena wonders what their lives would be like if they were all Muggles. Maybe they would love each other a little less intensely, without all the magic and drama that comes with it.
She’s sure that they would still be friends of course, but maybe things would be a little bit easier. Just Chuck and Blair, Nate and her. She thinks she’d like it.
“Mine’s twelve inches. If you ever want to handle it, let me know.”
Blair walks up to Chuck right as Aldenia Wast, a Hufflepuff in their year, slaps him and storms off.
“What, she didn’t appreciate being sexually abused?”
“For your information I was giving her the basic facts about my wand. Get your mind out of the gutter.”
Blair rolls her eyes at Chuck’s lascivious stare, turns around and indicates for him to follow as he drawls, “Actually, it’s much more fun if you keep it there,” behind her.
Seventh year, Nate and Serena are the hottest couple at Hogwarts.
Dan’s not surprised. He’s always known that she wasn’t his to keep.
Nate and Serena are walking, hand in hand, to the Great Hall, when they come upon a small crowd in the entryway.
“You Basstard!”
“Oh really, Waldorf? Who’s the one hanging from their bloody ankle on display?”
Nate and Serena push their way to the front, only to be greeted by an Chuck’s face dangling in the air in front of him.
“Blair!”
“Liberacorpus!” Nate says with the flick of his wand and Chuck falls to the ground.
“Blair, what have I told you about using your words?”
“Oh please, Serena. I was going to let him down.” Blair examines her nails and smiles with one corner of her mouth. “Eventually, at least.”
“This is some kind of twisted foreplay for you guys, I swear.”
There’s a picture on a wall, glued to the wall with magic and never dusty.
Four kids, arms pressed tight and limbs tangled, touching ties and hair and wrists.
It’s a Muggle picture, taken for fun, and their glassy eyes stare brightly at the camera without moving.
Nate’s gazing at Serena, his hand clasped tight on Chuck’s shoulder. Blair’s hand twists around Chuck’s tie, pinkies grasped lightly with Serena and a knowing smile on her face. Serena smiles brighter than all of them, head tilted like her mother taught her to and resting ever so slightly on Nate’s shoulder. Chuck smirks slightly, hands stuffed into his pocket.
Best friends, lovers, family all wrapped up in different houses and different colors.
i thought I had already posted this but when I was looking through the archives i couldn't find it. Happy Harry Potter Weekend, again, everyone!
When Blair turns eleven, she gets her letter. It’s after Nate but before Chuck and Serena.
Later, Serena pulls her aside before Blair opens her presents and finishes her cake.
“B,” she whispered, “what if I don’t get one?”
Even at this age, being this close to Serena made her ache. Her hair shone and her skin glowed and she even smelled amazing.
“You will, obviously. You’re part-Veela, it’s impossible for them to say no.”
Serena stayed there though, fingers pressed onto Blair’s skin and tears about to fall.
“S, I’m not going without you.”
The weight of Serena’s head on Blair’s shoulder is nothing new, comfortable almost, and Blair shifts a little to the left.
Chuck was harder, just a flash of jealousy when Nate had put his hands on hers and said Maybe we’ll be in the same house with that charming smile of his.
He’s lurking in the corner drinking a pumpkin juice and aggressively snacking on the head of a chocolate frog.
“Nathaniel’s a moron,” he mutters into his goblet.
“Did he try to talk his frog into not jumping again?”
This brings the quickest of smiles to his face, the blink and you miss it smile that she grabs onto like a prize.
“You know he won’t make it into Ravenclaw. He’s got a pretty smile, but not much else.”
Blair freezes for a second and puts her game face back on.
“What about Slytherin?” She asked, eyes looking up at him from underneath her impossibly long lashes. Chuck wonders if it's a charm.
“You’re too smart for the likes of us, Waldorf. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
The four of them go to Ollivander’s together, eyes gleaming and Nate wanting to stop at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes to get some Puking Pastilles.
The shop is worse for the wear when they leave, tables broken and windows shattered but a wand has chosen each wizard.
Nate, an 11 ½ inch oak wand with dragon heartstring core.
Chuck, a 12 inch yew wand with a phoenix feather core.
Serena, a 10 inch willow wand with veela hair and unicorn hair twin core.
Blair, a 9 inch elder wand with a peacock feather core.
The hat settles onto her head and -
RAVENCLAW.
Serena pouts and Nate claps, but it’s Chuck who smirks at her with his I told you so face.
Her table goes wild and she can’t stop smiling.
Chuck knows that when the hat is placed on his head, it will scream out Slytherin.
Still , he thinks, Ravenclaw wouldn’t be so bad.
Serena crashes into him coming out of the library, which sends both of their books tumbling to the ground along with a roll of parchment and three quills.
“Shit! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going and-”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. Definitely not your fault, I mean I was too busy thinking about casting silent spells so really it’s probably my fault.”
When he finally stops rambling, Serena tilts her head and takes a closer look at him. She knows his name is Dan Humphrey, mostly because Blair complains about him so much.
He’s kinda cute.
“Oh well I’m-”
“Serena. I know who you are. I mean, I don’t follow you around wearing an Invisibility Cloak or anything. It’s just, word gets around.”
She bites her lip and giggles a little, probably unaware of the effect she has on him.
“Will you be in Hogsmeade this weekend?”
“Um- uh- yeah actually depends on if I finish this paper on-”
“Well if you make it out, you should come find me, ok?”
“Serena’s dating a muggle in my house,” Blair tells Chuck one afternoon at Hogsmeade.
Nate’s went to buy another round, butterbeer for Blair and himself, firewhiskey for Chuck.
“So I’ve heard. Daniel Humphrey? Surely she could do better.”
“You know how it is with her,” Blair says with a wave of her hand. “The real question is what we’re going to do about it.”
Nate walks back, drinks in hand, and the two of them immediately change the subject to the upcoming Yule Ball.
“What are we talking about?” he says as he settles an arm across Blair’s shoulders.
“I was just talking about the likelihood of Chuck bringing Violet Thomas to the dance.”
Nate presses a kiss to the top of her head and nods.
“Sounds like a great idea, Chuck.”
Chuck rolls his eyes; Nathaniel can really be a bloody moron sometimes.
Nate knows what the others in his house think, about his best friend being in Slytherin.
There’s a plaque, before the entrance to the Great Hall. There’s a long line of names, engraved into stone and startingly somber against the laughter of kids running through halls.
He knows that the majority of those names are former members of his own house, that fewer are Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and next to none are Slytherin.
Chuck eats lunch with him almost every day, his silver tie shining in a sea of red and gold. Nate knows just how much bravery it takes, to ignore the hissed insults and occasional jeers.
“Nathaniel, if I didn’t know you better I’d think you wanted to get into my knickers.”
Nate smiles wide and finishes his sandwhich while Chuck complains about the ladies of Gryffindor.
Dan breaks Serena’s heart.
(More probable? Serena breaks his, and makes herself a victim in the process, but Blair has picked her side and would never change now.)
Chuck pours enough Veritaserum into Humphrey’s juice at breakfast to tell truths for a week.
It’s Nate who realizes, after Dan keeps babbling about this one dream where we were making out in the library shirtless until Peeves threw water balloons at us.
“You guys,” he chastises in the library.
Chuck and Blair shrugh their shoulders. Blair chews on a quill and says, “I didn’t do anything.”
Chuck smirks.
“It’s because I’m a muggle, isn’t it Serena? It’s because I’m a Muggle, and you’re from one of the most famous Wizarding families in history.”
Serena puts her hand into her face and lets out an exasperated sigh.
“Dan, don’t be ridiculous. That Muggle-Pureblood stuff was figured out years ago. ”
They stare at each other sullenly before she kisses him softly on the mouth and walks away.
Chuck sits next to Blair in Ravenclaw-Slytherin Defense Against the Dark Arts, usually whispering about the things he’d make Lily Weasley do to him if he had the Imperius curse at his disposal.
“Ugh, you’re disgusting Bass.”
“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Waldorf. Green isn’t becoming on a Ravenclaw.”
“Will you shut up already? I need to do well on this essay about the effects of moonstone on werewolves.”
“Why study werewolves when there are other types of animalistic aggression to work out?”
“Pig.”
“Prude.”
Blair starts the Yule Ball with Nate, and ends it with Chuck.
She’s not sure what happened in between, but she remembers how Serena looked.
In a silver, backless gown, of course, and her stupid Veela hair glowed just as much as the dress did, and if all eyes stared at her, well that was normal. She was used to that.
It was the way that Nate stared a little longer than everyone else, kissed her on the cheek and let his hand linger there.
Chuck stands near the punch, having disposed of his date much earlier, and pours Amortentia in every few minutes.
An hour later, Nate’s too wrapped up in Serena for Blair to look at.
“Care to make things interesting, Waldorf?”
Everything after that is sepia-tinted, flashes of his hands on her shoulder and his lips on her neck.
“Are you sure?” she thinks he said, in between kisses.
She can’t remember where she is or how she got here, just how his hands keep moving south and she throws her head back to moan.
“Yes.”
Nate knows two things for sure: that Serena is the most beautiful thing he will ever love, and that almost every other guy in Hogwarts feels the same way.
It’s the morning of the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff quidditch match, and he has twenty minutes before he needs to be out on the pitch.
Serena sends a paper bird flying over, where it hovers in front of him until he unfolds it.
Good luck, even though you don’t need it. Don’t tell anyone, but you’re definitely going to kill us. Celebratory firewhiskey later with C and B?
Xoxo
Nate scribbles a response, carefully folding the note into a plane and zooming it to the Hufflepuff table. The plane dips and veers, until it finally crashes into Serena’s plate of eggs.
He was never as good at Charms as her.
Blair learns quickly what she excels at:
Charms, Transfiguartion, Potions, Arithmancy and Ancient Runes are elementary.
Divination, however, is an abomination.
It’s during one of her Ravenclaw-Hufflepuff Divination classes that she sits in now, quill absentmindedly scratching doodles into her parchment, Serena playing with her hair in the seat next to her.
“You are in grave danger!” Professor Trelawney yells at a cowering Hubert Winkle across the room.
Fifteen minutes later, and Trelawney is reading Blair’s palm and tea leaves, glasses magnifying her eyes obscenely.
“You will fall very deeply in love,” she intones, which admittedly makes Blair sit up a little straighter.
“But it is not who you expect.”
Serena’s eyebrows shoot up, and she’s making that annoying I told you so face.
Blair rips her palm out of Trelawney’s grip and scowls.
So, Nate and Blair break up.
They’re sitting in Madame Puddifoots, and he just ordered her favorite tea.
It doesn’t seem like quite enough anymore. There’s a strange feeling that’s taken up residence, sort of a terrible heartburn that not even the most perfectly brewed Pepperup Potion can fix.
“Oi, Blair, are you paying attention?”
She stops staring into the bottom of her tea, meeting Nate’s intensely charming grin.
“I don’t think we work anymore,” Blair responds with a sad smile.
His grin fades slowly, and as realization dawns across his face Blair doesn’t know if she should find his slowness infuriating or adorable.
“Does that mean we can stop coming here?”
Nate starts laughing, almost uncontrollably, and Blair stares at him in shock before she joins in.
“Let’s get out of here.”
And they do.
Sometimes, Serena wonders what their lives would be like if they were all Muggles. Maybe they would love each other a little less intensely, without all the magic and drama that comes with it.
She’s sure that they would still be friends of course, but maybe things would be a little bit easier. Just Chuck and Blair, Nate and her. She thinks she’d like it.
“Mine’s twelve inches. If you ever want to handle it, let me know.”
Blair walks up to Chuck right as Aldenia Wast, a Hufflepuff in their year, slaps him and storms off.
“What, she didn’t appreciate being sexually abused?”
“For your information I was giving her the basic facts about my wand. Get your mind out of the gutter.”
Blair rolls her eyes at Chuck’s lascivious stare, turns around and indicates for him to follow as he drawls, “Actually, it’s much more fun if you keep it there,” behind her.
Seventh year, Nate and Serena are the hottest couple at Hogwarts.
Dan’s not surprised. He’s always known that she wasn’t his to keep.
Nate and Serena are walking, hand in hand, to the Great Hall, when they come upon a small crowd in the entryway.
“You Basstard!”
“Oh really, Waldorf? Who’s the one hanging from their bloody ankle on display?”
Nate and Serena push their way to the front, only to be greeted by an Chuck’s face dangling in the air in front of him.
“Blair!”
“Liberacorpus!” Nate says with the flick of his wand and Chuck falls to the ground.
“Blair, what have I told you about using your words?”
“Oh please, Serena. I was going to let him down.” Blair examines her nails and smiles with one corner of her mouth. “Eventually, at least.”
“This is some kind of twisted foreplay for you guys, I swear.”
There’s a picture on a wall, glued to the wall with magic and never dusty.
Four kids, arms pressed tight and limbs tangled, touching ties and hair and wrists.
It’s a Muggle picture, taken for fun, and their glassy eyes stare brightly at the camera without moving.
Nate’s gazing at Serena, his hand clasped tight on Chuck’s shoulder. Blair’s hand twists around Chuck’s tie, pinkies grasped lightly with Serena and a knowing smile on her face. Serena smiles brighter than all of them, head tilted like her mother taught her to and resting ever so slightly on Nate’s shoulder. Chuck smirks slightly, hands stuffed into his pocket.
Best friends, lovers, family all wrapped up in different houses and different colors.