Lost in memories || Harry Potter || R.A.B

Part 61

Ugh the urge... THE URGE GUYS
Alright, vague as always, Maze, thank you😒
Kidding, lemme explain:
I really, really wanna write a Barty x reader fic, cuz I love him (might become Barty x OC, cause it's easier to write and if there's something I hate it's Y/n(sorry)) and I think, if I where to write it, it might just have some of the marauders still alive and well! Probably James and Lily, don't know about the others that died in the war though. Anyway, would Ya'll read that? Any advice? If I do write this, OC will once again get a child cause like- it's fun. Imagine Barty becoming Moody and finding out he has a kid!?
I'm making this way to long, I'm sorry.

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Diana paused for a second when she entered her office on a Saturday afternoon. Regulus and Hermione were both talking to each other so quickly, with so much excitement, she couldn't make out a word.

Meanwhile Pippa was sitting on Diana's desk chair, her head resting down in her arms on the table. She slowly looked up when her mother entered before groaning and letting her head fall down again.

"I have so many questions, I just don't know how to put them into words," she stood in the doorway, a flabbergasted look on her face.

"They're talking about SPEW," Pippa mumbled, not lifting up her head, so Diana barely caught it trough the excited rattling of the other two people in the room.

"S.P.E.W!" Hermione paused her excited talking to yell at Pippa, who did look up momentarily.

"Right," she tiredly nodded, before looking at her mother. "S.P.E.W," she corrected, before dropping her head onto the desk again.

"It stands for The Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare," Hermione clarified. "But that's such a mouthful, so therefore, S.P.E.W," she explained, the excited grin still on her face.

"Ah," Diana nodded, moving to the other chair at her desk, glancing at her lovely boyfriend- or well, fiancé, if she may. "House elves, I assume," she noted, from the excited look on his own face. "And uhm, what is it, exactly?"

"I told you about this last year, mum!" Pippa insisted. "It's the organization Mione started, to campaign for the rights of house elves," she recalled and Diana's eyes lit up.

"Oh, I remember," she nodded. "I love the idea. Of course, most house elves like what they do, but there are some who don't and might want an out which they can't get, besides, I think every house elf has to get paid at the very least and be able to wear decent clothes, I hope your idea works," she smiled at Hermione seemed to think for a moment.

"I want to get all of them out, they deserve to earn money and wear decent clothes," she insisted all the while nodding. "Surely they must agree, I mean the hats and all the other things I have been making have been disappearing, so-" Hermione babbled on and on about her organization while Diana glanced at Regulus who shot her a sheepish smile.

"We're still working on it," he let out a nervous chuckle glancing down at Hermione, who'd finally stopped her babbling when he spoke. "I've been helping with the organization ever since I have told Hermione about me being Crookshanks, do you have any idea how hard it was to listed to the ideas without being able to throw in my own?" He asked, desperately, making both Diana and Pippa laugh.

"I am aware of your care for house elves," Diana pointed out, an adoring look on her face as she looked at him. "I am glad this gives you the chance to help them out,"

"Yes, isn't it amazing? We've been-" He beamed before seeming to back track and glance down at Hermione. "Wait did you say hats and- Hermione I told you to stop hiding those," he insisted and her mouth fell open and soon they were bickering, causing Pippa to let out a loud, dramatic groan.