Invisible String | TVD x WIZARDING WORLD

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVEEE

The Room of Requirement didn't just look like a party—it looked like a secret universe spun out of magic and mischief. The ceiling shimmered like the night sky, but brighter and closer, as if the stars had dipped just for us. Music drifted through the air, floating without a source, and soft lanterns bobbed near the walls, casting gold light over every corner. It smelled faintly of warm cinnamon and fizzing sweets, and the whole room pulsed with a kind of hidden energy—like it was just as excited as we were.
Hermione and I stood at the threshold, barely inside.
"I don't understand how this is real," she said, blinking at the crowd of first-years dancing, laughing, snacking, and causing gentle chaos all over the room. "Who made this?"
"No one," I said, grinning. "That's the thing. The Room of Requirement gives you what you need. Apparently, we all needed a party."
Hermione looked mildly horrified, but I could tell she was into it. Her eyes kept darting around like she was trying to memorize everything at once.
Then—
"There she is! Our diamond in glitter!"
I turned just as Fred and George Weasley appeared out of the crowd like chaos incarnate, matching cloaks flickering between gold and red with every step. They looked like they'd both dared each other to dress as dramatically as possible.
"We were starting to think you'd ditched us for something boring," Fred said, winking at me.
"Like reading," George added, giving Hermione a pointed look.
Hermione huffed. "I didn't even bring a book."
"Exactly," Fred said with mock shock. "What have you done to her, Diana?"
"She's evolving," I said, twirling a little in my silver dress. "Into someone fabulous."
George put a hand to his chest. "We're honored to witness the transformation."
I laughed, and the tension from earlier melted away. Honestly, I was glad to see them. Fred and George were the only people who'd made me laugh on the train ride here, when everything had felt terrifying and new. They didn't treat me like I was made of glass or whisper about the Malfoy name behind my back. They just... liked me. Loudly.
Fred reached for my hand with a flourish. "Come on, Ice Queen. There's dancing, floating sweets, and at least three people trying to charm the lighting to match their mood. Let's cause trouble."
But right as we stepped toward the crowd, a figure brushed roughly past me.
"Watch it," came a cool, flat voice.
I turned, annoyed. And there he was—Theodore Nott. Draco's bestfriend.
He looked effortlessly composed in black robes that somehow didn't seem wrinkled despite the chaos. His dark hair flopped slightly over his forehead, and his eyes—grey, or maybe blue, I couldn't tell—flicked toward me like I'd interrupted something important.
"You're the one who bumped into me," I said, crossing my arms.
He tilted his head. "Didn't see you."
"Well, open your eyes next time."
His brow quirked, just a little. "Noted."
He didn't stay. Just turned and melted into the shadows of the room like he owned them.
Hermione stepped beside me. "What is his deal?"
"No clue," I muttered. "But he's officially on my list."
Fred leaned in with a grin. "You have a list?"
"Of people who annoy me? Absolutely."
George mock-whispered to Hermione, "She made one the first day. We're probably on it."
"You are," I confirmed sweetly. "But you're at the bottom. Nott just snatched first place."
Fred gasped. "Dethroned! I feel betrayed."
"You'll live."

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The song was blaring now, and it was impossible to ignore. Fred and I had already danced ourselves into a sweaty, grinning mess, but the music had shifted again, getting even louder, more intense. And then, the unmistakable beat of "I Wanna Be Your Slave" started pulsing through the speakers.
I couldn't help myself.
Before I even realized it, I grabbed Fred's hands and twirled him. He looked at me with raised eyebrows.
"You sure about this?" he asked, his voice playful, but there was a gleam in his eye that matched my own mischief.
"Oh, I'm very sure," I said with a wild grin.
Then, I jumped right into it, screaming the lyrics at the top of my lungs:
"I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE, I WANNA BE YOUR MASTER!"
Fred howled with laughter, shaking his head. "You're insane!"
"I WANNA MAKE YOUR HEARTBEAT RUN LIKE ROLLERCOASTERS!"
The crowd seemed to notice, and in seconds, I had people turning, laughing, and cheering me on. Fred and I were spinning, arms thrown in the air as I bellowed the lyrics, totally caught up in the madness of it all.
"I WANNA BE A GOOD BOY, I WANNA BE A GANGSTER!"
Fred was practically doubled over in laughter as I belted it out, twirling with such intensity I thought I might fall over.
"CAUSE YOU COULD BE THE BEAUTY AND I COULD BE THE MONSTER!" I screamed, voice high and wild, as the chorus hit again.
"Diana, you're mental!" Fred yelled, barely able to catch his breath as I launched into the next verse.
"I LOVE YOU SINCE THIS MORNING, NOT JUST FOR AESTHETIC!" I screamed, hands flying through the air like I was at some kind of rock concert. I felt electric.
Fred was holding his stomach, laughing so hard I thought he might collapse.
"I WANNA TOUCH YOUR BODY, SO FUCKING ELECTRIC!" I continued, the words coming out like a confession, like a challenge, and the whole crowd around me seemed to catch the energy.
"I KNOW YOU'RE SCARED OF ME, YOU SAY THAT I'M TOO ECCENTRIC!"
The song felt like it was shaking the entire room, but it was perfect. There was something freeing about yelling these wild words, something about the chaos that made it all make sense.
"I'M CRYING ALL MY TEARS AND THAT'S FUCKING PATHETIC!" I screamed, throwing my hands up in pure abandon.
Fred, who was supposed to be my dance partner, had wandered off to get more candy from the food table, leaving me to completely lose myself in the lyrics.
"I WANNA MAKE YOU HUNGRY, THEN I WANNA FEED YA!" I sang, louder now, drawing the attention of nearly every first-year around me.
"I WANNA PAINT YOUR FACE LIKE YOU'RE MY MONA LISA!"
That one made a few people laugh—particularly a group of Gryffindors who were sitting near the food table.
"I WANNA BE A CHAMPION, I WANNA BE A LOSER!" I yelled, my voice breaking as I hit the last lines of the chorus, absolutely loving every moment of it.
As I screamed the final lines, I spun on the spot, feeling the rush of adrenaline and laughter bubbling up like I was on fire.
Fred came back just as I collapsed, breathless, and he looked at me with wide eyes. "You're insane, Diana. I love it!"
I gasped for air, still smiling like a maniac. "That was the best thing I've ever done."
"You were completely mad," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "But also... I think that might've been my favorite moment of the night."
I caught my breath and looked over at the crowd, who were still laughing and clapping for the spectacle. The energy was contagious, and for a second, I noticed Harry Potter, who had been standing off to the side, watching the whole thing with a bewildered yet amused expression.
"Harry's still watching," I muttered to Fred.
Fred's grin widened. "I think he's impressed."
But I wasn't paying attention to Harry for long. In the midst of the frenzy, I realized I was thirsty. Really thirsty.
I slipped away from Fred and made my way to the punch bowl. It wasn't as crowded now—students were too busy in their own little world of dancing, pranking, and laughing.
And then, I realized, standing near the punch bowl was Harry, the very person I'd been trying to avoid feeling awkward around.
"Hey, Harry," I said, trying to act casual, though I could still feel the adrenaline from singing at the top of my lungs.
He turned toward me with that familiar sheepish grin. "Hey, Diana. That was... impressive."
I snorted. "Impressive? I'm pretty sure I'm just loud."
"Loud works," Harry said, taking a sip from his cup. "Trust me, I'd rather watch you having fun than, well... not having fun."
I smiled, the words feeling oddly nice. "Yeah, I didn't think I'd be doing that tonight, to be honest. It's kind of... different."
"Different in a good way?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Definitely," I said, leaning against the table. "It's kind of... nice to just let go for once. You know?"
Harry nodded, looking thoughtful. "I get that. Sometimes I feel like I'm not allowed to do that."
I shrugged. "Well, tonight, no one's watching. Just let loose, enjoy it."
Harry's lips curved into a smile, but there was still a bit of that quiet, uncertain edge to him. "Maybe next time. I'm not quite as brave as you."
"Everyone's got their own way of having fun," I said. "Yours just might involve less screaming."
Harry chuckled softly. "Fair point."