Professor Black: A Reader Insert

31. Why Are Magic Contracts Binding to Those Unwilling?

To say that watching a huge ship come out of the Black Lake wasn’t an impressive display, would be like saying the diet of the Pegasi that brought Beauxbaton  to the school was perfectly normal for an equine species, a more ridiculous statement than suggesting the sky was a jarring shade of chartreuse. (Y/n) had met each of the students from the other schools after having a short talk with each of the headmasters of the schools. Too many people to keep track of.

She had found herself walking around the Black Lake for a moment of peace, the moon shining on the lake in the cool October evening the bustle of dinner inside the Great Hall was made a silent hum as she walked. A feeling of distinct fear ripped through her causing her to duck as a green flash flew over her head.

"That wasn't nice Barty, damn near killed me." (Y/n) yelled into the night.

"So you are in concert with the dark forces!" The voice of the very fake Alastor Moody called out in response.

"No you cumbersome twink, much like your borrowed eye, those of us gifted as I can't be tricked by a mere potion." She huffed, standing to look in the direction of the voice. "Unfortunately, a certain lemon loving lout can't put his pride aside to listen to my warnings."

"Oh, but I was having such fun." He whined as he stepped closer. "I should congratulate you really, the Dark Lord knows of you and is intrigued."

"If you're going to tell me of these things, you're wasting your time."

"But think, since Greyback is sympathetic to my lord's cause that would mean that he has a large force behind him. With the power of a Dire included, well, he'd be unstoppable." He was now too close for comfort.

"Pray tell, what do you know of my gifts?" She leveled him with a sneer.

"Not only that you just know things you really shouldn't, but also that given the right spell, you can control an entire pack of werewolves to your bidding. They see your kind as a gift in and of itself anyway, Lupus Regina." He cocked his head in a manner that she once saw his actual self do from a distance.

"I'm no queen, any and every Dire you meet will have the same gifts, so why me specifically. Or will I need an augurey's cry to get a straight answer out of you?" (Y/n) wanted to go to her quarters and sleep, better yet, drag Severus to her den and keep him safe.

"Because you are the only Dire within arm's reach that can speak to his dearest creatures." He licked his lips. "That and you have already proven your usefulness to his desires, should he require a proper heir you can provide, the heir and spare in one go from what I've heard of the troubles of your kind."

"Troubles?"

"You did suffer a certain predicament during the World Cup did you not? Who do you think kept those other, nastier Deatheaters away from you so your dear old dad can collect you whole? I deserve a little taste of my lord's prey for my efforts do I not?" He smirked a deranged glint in his eye.

"Though I appreciate your efforts, your dear lord might take offense for touching what he thinks is his." (Y/n) rolled her eyes.

"Go to the Yule Ball with me then."

"Nope, Severus has already asked, Crouch, perhaps Madame Maxime would be available." She pushed past the polyjuice prat magnet and walked towards the castle and away from the very uncomfortable situation.

"Why would he ask you?" He sneered as he hoveled up beside her.

"Perhaps because we are friends? Perhaps because he’s my brother's Godfather and knows that my actions and choice of dance partner will be reported to my father and would rather limit the lecture I will receive. Perhaps I've caught his fancy, who knows Crouch."