Gender: Female
Age: 31
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Aquarius
Signup Date: July 17, 2022
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03/21/2023 04:16 PM
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Losing your memory AU
Trinity DragomirLosing your memory AU POST WAR GRINITY Spells flung through the air flashing bright colors of red, green, and blue all around Trinity as she lifted her wand readying her next spell. The courtyard that used to grow with such life now held nothing but death all around her, painting her world with a deep crimson that she’d never wash from her skin. Graham…where is Graham… she thought fear was lacing through her even as her mind denied acknowledging the possibility of losing him here in this wasteland. No Graham was alive, she just needed to find him.
Her eyes moved over all the fallen friend and foe alike who lay around her their wands still outstretched as if poised for another shot that would never come. Their spells were lost to the cold grip of death that had come for them. The stench of it assaulted her nose but she refused to cough and disgrace those who had fought so hard for good in the world. Tears stung Trinity’s eyes as an unknown wind flung her red hair all around her sticking to the blood and grim that clung to her like a second skin. At this point, she had been fighting so long that she didn’t know which blood was hers and which was of some unknown soldier now knocking at the veil between life and death.
Green hues darted every which way as her legs carried her through the rubble and muck. The spells that were flying became less and less as she moved through the battlefield. The sounds of victory sounding around her lifted her spirits a little. “HARRY POTTER HAS DEFEATED VOLDEMORT!” A student screamed in relief, making Trinity cheer with those who stood victorious around her.
Death Eaters began to vanish if they could, the ones that couldn’t, fell into despair as they heard what had become of their master. The war was over and they had one but the cries from several around her told Trinity of the cost of such a victory. Her eyes watched as they carried several into the Great Hall, the stillness of the bodies leaving a chill to run up her spine. Death would cling to this place for centuries before the land could even begin to cleanse itself but at least now with the battle over the Earth could begin to heal she just hoped those that lost someone could find the same peace.
“Tracy! Miles!” Trinity’s voice carried as she pressed the wooden tip of her wand to her throat to amplify it above the mummers. “Graham!” The last name came out sounding more like a plea as she failed to see the blonde hair male that seemed to dominate all her memories of this school. From the first day at the Quidditch pitch when Malfoy had tried to bully her into admitting she was a Weasley.
“Trin!” her name sounded back at her and excitement mixed with utter relief as the black hair woman raced towards her and wrapped her arms around her tightly. Tracy and Trinity stood together holding each other for a moment before pulling apart, letting the relief of each other’s safety flood them for a moment. “Have you seen the others?” Tracy asked
Trinity was just about to say no when Terrence’s brown hair appeared as he apparited to them. “Guys!” The male grinned, splitting his lip more down the middle. Trinity’s eyes looked over all the cuts on his face then to Tracy’s arm where it seemed someone had ripped into her shoulder. “Oh no, Tracey!” Trinity said her voice lacing with worry as she inspected the werewolf bite that her friend had suffered. The bite wound was deep, the bite mark forever branding her skin speaking of what she would be. There was no cure, the only hope was the small chance she didn’t change at the next full moon.
“It’s fine…” She said her voice clearly stating she was anything but fine. “Miles and Graham will help me…” She whispered trying to ease some of her friends' concern for her.
“Us…” Terrence said turning his leg so that his own bite would have taken his leg with the amount of blood that caused the jean material to stick inside of it.
Horror flooded Trinity’s bloodstream as tears leaked down her cheeks for her friends but there were still two people missing from their group. “We need to find Graham and Miles,” Trinity said, finally trying to shake the chill that ran up her spine at the thought of not finding them soon.
“They may have gone to the Great Hall,” Tracy suggested, making the others nod the suggestion was the best idea they had except for looking through the dead out here on the battlefield. Trinity knew neither face would be out here among the dead, their fire too bright to be stuffed out here.
A heaviness clung to the trio as they moved over the blood-soaked ground the closer they moved towards the destroyed castle the more the possibility of a final fate for their friends became. Terrence and Tracey placed an arm around Trinity as they held her strong as they went closer. Where was Graham? Why wasn’t he rushing to find her? He promised they wouldn’t part yet the last she saw of him he was fighting his father in a vicious battle and had sent her away so she didn’t accidentally get hit with a rogue spell.
“He’s ok…he has to be,” She said, her voice soft as if speaking those words would cause them to be a lie. They reached the rubble that was left of the main steps and eyes began to turn towards their small ground grief and sorrow laced in everyone’s eyes that felt all too much like it was for her. Trinity walked past them wishing all she could that she could feel the bravery that was supposed to be in every Gryffindor.
“Trin…” Miles' voice caught her attention as she stepped into the Great Hall where so many mourned over the dead bodies of their loved ones. The Weasley’s were in one corner all holding each other as George clung to his twin and the sight twisted something in Trinity. “Trinity” Miles' voice came again, this time more assertive than before, making the redhead peel her eyes from the distraction she had decided was better than the reality he was about to speak.
“No…” Trinity’s voice broke as her chest felt like it was going to cave in if he spoke the words she knew in her heart he was going to. Graham hadn’t run to her…he wouldn’t have left that battlefield without her.
“Trinity…I’m so…”
“No!” Trinity screamed her hair raising as her magic began to wrap around her trying to hold herself together but as she turned to face the dark-haired male her eyes got caught on a blonde-haired boy laying a few feet from him. The scowl that was usually on the face was smoothed out into one of a peaceful sleep. Her breaths began coming out in harsh puffs as if she couldn’t get enough oxygen into her lungs. Her throat began to sting with the tears she held back her legs pulling her forward even when she wanted to crumble.
Her eyes looked down at the empty shell of the man she loved, her knees finally giving out once she was over him. There was a soft white cloth over him up to his neck but the black soot of the spell stood out under it as if taunting her with its fatality. “No…no no” Trinity shook her head, her hands moving over his muscular arms but instead of finding the almost burning heat that once clung there only coldness found her fingertips. “Graham…Graham please don’t…” Trinity could feel Miles, Tracey, and Terrence above her and could hear the soft sobs of Tracey as she found comfort in Terrence’s arms.
“GRAHAM! WAKE UP!” Trinity screamed the grief becomes too much as it moved up her chest and latched around her throat threatening to kill her. Hell, she’d welcome the sweet relief of death now just to be with him. The tremors took over her body as her hand moved up to move his hair back her mind screaming for him to open his eyes. “Graham…don’t leave me…”
I don’t have a choice, Red
His voice in her head didn’t help the pain in her chest. If anything it made it worse because he wouldn’t even get to say it to her for real. “I can’t…I…” The tears burst through her lashes pouring down on him as if those alone would be enough to bring him back to her. However, as she moved to curl into his side her head laying on his still chest reality crashed around her memories of the last three years rushing into her. Graham in this very room in dress robes asking her to dance during the Yull ball, dueling each other for Dueling club and the room of requirement…their secret palace of love that nothing could touch.
Miles sat down beside her his hand on her back trying to give her some sort of relief from the grief that was no doubt breaking them all.
“He can’t be gone…” She sobbed moving so that instead of curling around a corpse she was curled into Miles’ lap. The usual standoff male curled his arms around her without hesitation holding her while Tracey and Terrence moved to add more arms around her but the chill she got from holding Graham still clinging to her bones.
“Bring him back!” Trinity screamed but she wasn’t sure to whom she was speaking. There was no such magic to pull a soul from beyond the veil of death and they all knew it.
“You know I can’t, Little Gryffindor,” His voice broke as if the very thought had crossed his mind too.
“Then send me to him…please!” Trinity begged her chest feeling as if it was being ripped into a thousand pieces. The air was too thick, the world too cold now for her to want to stay.
“I can’t do that either…he’d want his child…”
Trinity’s eyes shot open her eyes looking down at her dirt-covered shirt that barely covered her skin now that the battle had torn the fabric to shreds. The life that had been growing in her abdomen was now the only piece of her Slytherin she had left. Trinity moved her hand to lay against her stomach as she allowed her grief to take hold, flooding all around her until she felt there was nothing left of her.
“Let it out…if you don’t it’ll destroy you,” Tracey’s voice spoke softly, her hand moving against Trinity’s hair trying to calm the raging storm that was now spinning out of control. Graham was gone and there would be nothing and no one that could bring him back.
You are braver than you realize, Gryffindork…
How do I live without you?
Find your fire…
“You took my fire with you,” The words came from her lips releasing into the world as she pulled away from those Graham held the closest. Leaning down, Trinity held her hair back pressing a kiss to his lips before allowing her hair to fall like a curtain so that there was only them. “I will never stop loving you…”
“And he will always love you…Mrs. Montague…” McGonagall’s voice caught her off guard as she opened her eyes and looked up at her professor. McGonagall’s eyes were puffy her face red from thousands upon thousands of tears she no doubt shed for the lost souls. She was the only person in this whole place that knew the ring on her finger was more than just a love token. That was right she was his wife and now she was his widow…oh how the fates play.
Gryffindork/Defiance
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07/29/2022 04:01 PM
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Post later
Trinity DragomirReunion Look what you've done now There was nowhere to go that wouldn’t end badly for both her and the rest of the pack. The only way off the cliff was either to jump or to run back towards the one person she had been trying to avoid like this. As if not cue, Graham emerged from the tree line his growling filling the air and making her senses heightened but why didn’t she feel threatened? As an alpha, he had every right to attack someone he felt was a threat yet as Trinity lowered her front half into an attack position it felt more like when they used to duel rather than them actually about to fight each other.
“You think you can actually win against me, Dragomir?” Graham’s voice had come out laced with amusement instead of the viciousness that other Slytherins had with their Gryffindor counterparts. The two captains would stand opposite of each other their wants at their faces before snapping them to their sides.
“I know I can, Montague,” Trinity taunted the joking falling between them only heightening the playful tension between them. One of the Slytherins had yelled something about Graham not playing with his food and the redhead would swear it had been Miles’ who had yelled it but she wouldn’t look away from Graham to be sure.”
The pair couldn’t stop the grin from their faces as the couches stepped up on the stage looking between them as if trying to figure out what was really happening. None of them ever called them out on it though Trinity was certain almost all the facility members of Hogwarts knew of their involvement or at least the attraction that had formed between them. “You have met your match, Montague!” Trinity called out before sending her spell blasting towards him.
None of that history mattered in the bar and it sure in the hell didn’t matter standing at the edge of the cliff. Tension released in her shoulders as Trinity stared him down not giving him the chance to perceive anything she was doing as weakness or surrender. If it was one thing that Graham had always encouraged her to do it was show him her fire and even now in the midst of mistrust and uncertainty, she would stand her ground.
There was a part of her that screamed to just tell him the truth to allow him to make the choice between accepting why she left or casting her aside but the stronger voice locked it away demanding her to keep it hidden for as long as possible. Once Graham knew what the rest of his pack already did there would be no going back. There would be no more of sweet Trinity Dragomir who hung out with the monsters everyone seemed so afraid of. No, she would become one of them and part of her wondered if the Graham Montague she knew could handle that.
"You can talk, or we can do this the hard way" The words hung between them the challenge issued only sparking the voice of her inner beast that wanted to fight him but what for? is he worthy The thought caught her off guard confusing her more than helping her.
Trinity’s head snapped to the side as Terrence ripped through the forage Miles and Tracey was not far behind as he screamed for Graham to stop. Fear ripped through her stomach as she waited for him to just out her as the wolf right then but Graham stopped him. Fear was soon replaced with anger as Trinity listened to the way Graham spoke to him. The urge to protect the wolves around them from the very alpha they follow was so strong it felt as if it would crush her chest.
*How dare he speak to them like that!* Her inner beast roared wanting to devour all sense of Trinity that was left within the beast's body. No, she couldn’t lose her head on him not yet but her body had begun to shake wanting to rip him apart for nothing else than how he was talking to his pack. Yes his pack, not yours Her mind reminded her but it didn’t matter her anger was already heating her bloodstream demanding action while Trinity simply stood there.
Trinity’s eyes looked to Terrence the look in his eyes enough to break her heart if it hadn’t already been shattered that night by the white wolf in front of her. The sound of Miles’ own growls warned his alpha of the line he was just barely not crossing, the line between being a good alpha and going too far but it seemed enough of a warning to bring Graham’s attention back to the perceived threat.
The hint of the smirk on his lips even in his wolf form made her want to go weak but Trinity focus on the situation she had landed herself in. “depends are you done name calling?” She asked sarcasm lining her words as she squared up to the alpha. What the hell was wrong with her? Trinity had heard the stories and legends about wolves who went nose to nose with an Alpha and most of them ended up dead. Yet here she was standing before him as if challenging him to take her.
“I was brought here without my knowledge of it belonging to another,” Trinity said using the stories and teachings that the pack had shown her during their school years. She had been so curious about the customs and what it was to be a wolf back then but she would have never guessed this would end up being her fate. “I shall leave…just get out of my way and I won’t cause you any harm… I’d really hate to fight my way out.”
Gryffindork/Defiance
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07/19/2022 11:29 PM
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Reunion
Trinity DragomirReunion did you forget about us? What the hell had happened? It was the question that plagued Trinity’s thoughts even before she had packed her bag to leave. So much had happened between then even before the war she feared they’d never be able to fix what the world had already begun to destroy before it began. They had been playing damage control from the moment they met up until she was sliding out of bed in the middle of the night to catch the train to only Merlin knows where.
Tears had left streaks on her face and her eyes had been puffy from the grieving she had been doing since she made the decision. Atlas had stolen everything from his son and in the end, he had taken everything away from her too. The baby she had only just started to accept was growing within her was savagely taken by a spell and a bite of a wolf. Madam Pomfrey had said it was too much stress and trauma to Trinity’s body and even though Graham didn’t blame her there was still the pain in his eyes that his father had taken yet another thing from him. Trinity had become a living breathing reminder of all the things Atlas had taken breaking her down even further until she had to get away.
Who was Trinity Dragomir without Graham Montague? A question plaguing her over the last two years as she moved around the country painting magically images of the destruction that Voldemort and his war had caused to not only the magical realm but the muggle one as well. Who was she without the pack? Tracey, Terrence, hell even Miles? But more importantly who was she without Graham? Trinity needed to find these answers for herself and she couldn’t do it, couldn’t heal until she removed herself from everything that had become who she was. Green eyes looked down at her hands as the cab she had grabbed from the train station zoomed through the night towards her destination. Trinity hadn’t told anyone she had been leaving not Terrence or Tracey and definitely not Graham. They all would have tried to stop her to keep her there and told her they would figure it out together. How could they help her? They didn’t feel the life of a child run down her legs as she fell to the cold earth that had already been stained with the blood of her friends. They didn’t know the terror of telling the love of their life that they lost the baby before they even knew they had one to lose. They didn’t sit back watching the despair wash over Graham’s face before he pulled down the cool mask to try and help her through it instead. Seeing him push down the feelings he had on it until he was nothing but her rock through it all. Somehow the very thing he did to make it better only made her feel that much worse.
Trinity hadn’t been sure if she would ever return home after everything that had happened, but her father had begged her to. Two years is long enough Trinity…I need you here and I know the others have missed you. That had been the last owl she had received from her father with a picture of Terrence, Tracey, Miles, and even Graham after they had visited him. It made her heart swell that even though she vanished they still kept an eye on her stubborn Auror father. Trinity had kept in contact with Terrence and Tracey but Miles and Graham had been a different story. Every time she wrote something to Graham she would stop thinking it would only make him angry or keep him anchored to the hope she’d return, but if she was truthful with herself she feared the response she’d get back from him. However, with Miles, it had always been a strained friendship between them and with him being Graham’s second in command it would put him in the middle of something that was beyond his control; the other two had been friends before the pack.
Had Trinity tried to date other people? Sure she had tried but in the end, her paintings had always come first and the men she met always lacked something she was never sure of; or at least would never speak into reality. They weren’t Graham. After two failed attempts at purging him from her system, Trinity gave up and put all her focus into her paintings making the gallery perfect for it to open up sometime within the next week. Her father had begged her to have it back home but considering they lived in the middle of nowhere they both agreed London was the perfect place to start. Her paintings had arrived before she and Trinity had sent Tracey the heads up so she could be the first one to see it come alive. The attention to detail the woman had rivaled that of Trinity’s so she knew it would be perfect come opening day.
“The Leaky Cauldron miss,” The cab driver announced pulling Trinity from her thoughts as she smiled and handed him some currency before slipping silently out of the car. It was starting to grow late but Trinity wasn’t ready to head to bed quite yet. She had spent the last few years alone enough with her paintings and now that they were done her mind had wandered back to the what-ifs of her past. No, she needed a familiar place with a good dose of Fire Whiskey to calm her nerves about being back. After she would book a room and stay for about a week before finding her own place in the city. The charge in the air around the bar made the hair on her skin rise causing a smile to twitch at the corners of her mouth.
It was pouring down rain around her and to any person walking by she may have looked as if she had truly lost it. Trinity closed her eyes tilting her face towards the assault of the sky as the swollen clouds let loose their happiness at her return. The air smelled of petrichor and late autumn musk that coated her lungs in an icy layer that she was all too willing to welcome. By the time Trinity opened her eyes and ducked into the Leaky Cauldron her red hair had become a deep crimson sticking to her face and neck. “I’ll be damned,” a familiar feminine voice called from the bar. The few customers that were inside looked up from what they were doing to look towards the door at the now flushed Trinity. “Trinity Dragomir…”
Emerald eyes had locked with blue ones over the bar before a grin broke out and the two girls erupted into feverish giggles. Rushing over, Trinity dropped her suitcase at the door and embraced the other woman from her past giving in to the warm feeling of being home again. “Hannah it is so good to see you!” Trinity gushed as the pair made their way to the bar. Suddenly the redhead felt as if she was being watched but a scan of the room left her chalking it up to being jetlagged and exhausted.
Hannah burst into questions about where she had been and what she had been doing for the past two years that she had vanished. Trinity explained her project that would be opening up in the upcoming weeks and the places she had seen. The two had been giggling and sipping on drinks when Hannah got a few orders and had to move back to behind the bar. Still keeping with the conversation, Trinity’s eyes began to take in the familiar area when her eyes fell on something that was too familiar and hurtful to see.
When Trinity looked up at the blonde bartender it was clear she had seen the change and knew exactly what it had been from. She hadn’t seen or even spoken to Graham since she had left that night only sending him small things from her travels through Tracey and Terrence so as not to give her location away too much. She didn’t want him wasting his life chasing her and there had been no doubt that Graham would have done just that given the chance.
She hadn’t even seen him move when she felt his presence suddenly come noticeably close to her. Her eyes looked up he hadn’t moved from where he sat but his striking blue eyes were drowning hers. "Long time, eh Dragomir? Long f***in' time." Graham’s voice was blunt and cold his eyes enough to freeze her where she sat without him even moving his hand. The tone was like he slapped her but Trinity knew she deserved much more than that. Honestly, she kind of expected him to ignore her existence altogether. How did he even know she was here?
The eyes she felt must have been someone from the pack but who; another scan of the room proved Graham was here alone no one flanking him as they typically did. The use of her last name instead of her first took her back to their third year at Hogwarts when Trinity seemed to be nothing more than a tumor he was more than happy to remove by force if he had to. However back then Tracey had already taken a liking to her and eventually the woman had gotten the others in the pack to trust her too.
“Montague,” The name didn’t sit right on her tongue making her adjust it in her mouth but it still felt like she had just swallowed a mouthful of sand. Picking up her fire whiskey quickly, she took a sip trying to wash away the bad taste with the burn that traveled through her. Fire Whiskey was known to give her false courage but right now she felt nothing of the brave Gryffindor she used to be. No, right now under Graham’s gaze she wanted to fold in on herself and hide from the numbness that seem to have filled his eyes.
“You look like you’ve been well,” She continued unable to think of a better way of continuing the conversation. What else could she say? Hey sorry I ran out on you but how about we forget about me totally destroying the future we planned? The thought cut her to the core opening a wound Trinity had tried for years to close but only managed to barely ignore it until she was alone at night. They had spoken of a beautiful future where they would grow together without the worry of where the war was pulling them. Dating the way they should have been able to in school, moving to the Montague Manor, and transforming his childhood hell into a beautiful home for any future children they had.
There was no trace of that future in his eyes now as he looked down at her. There was no sign of the man who looked at her as if his life depended on having her by his side. There was no love there just deep pools of icy hatred for the very woman sitting at the bar with him. The pain in her chest mixed with the heat of the fire whiskey made it feel as if her whole chest was burning from the inside out but she refused to cry. Out of all the reunions, she would have come back here Trinity knew this would have been the hardest…she just thought she had more time before happened. Times up, Gryffindork.
Gryffindork/Defiance
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