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crash landing — harry potter

pairing: harry potter x female!reader

request: Wow, just wow. Your blog is absolutely phenomenal 😍 Can i request Harry Potter x reader where he accidentally injures the reader who isn’t even playing quidditch and smth happens? Thank you 💓💓💓

requests are closed for now. please refrain from plagiarizing my work!

Harry isn’t the brightest wizard of his age. He’s not especially favored by any of his teachers, nor is he known for being a social butterfly—and he’s not exactly one to strictly abide by the rules, either. But what Harry has established so far five years into his time at Hogwarts is this: he’s good at Quidditch.

Scratch that, he’s bloody great at it. If he were to brag about one thing (which he wouldn’t, necessarily, but would if he needed to), it wouldn’t be the fact that he survived a killing curse from one of the most powerful darkest wizards in history, nor that quite literally everyone in the wizarding world knows his name, but that he’s a damn good Seeker. The youngest in a century.

He’s been playing the team for five years now, so if there is one thing that is engrained into his mind, it’s this:

When he sees a snitch, he catches it.

So when Harry hovers above the pitch during Quidditch practice and catches a glimpse of a winged golden ball fluttering just to the right of his peripheral vision, he doesn’t hesitate. Just swerves around on his broom and makes a bee-line straight for the snitch.

Harry zooms towards the tiny ball, hand already outstretched, gaze fixed entirely on it, not even pausing to register the fact that it’s hovering above the head of someone sitting in the stands—

His eyes widen, darting from the snitch to the Slytherin girl sitting just underneath it, whose eyes are wide in terror.

Harry’s better judgment wins, in the end, but it’s far too late; even as he tries to pull his broomstick to the left, he fails. Miserably.

Harry crashes into the stands—into the girl, sending both of them flying into the benches. Harry’s head smacks against something hard: one of the seats. Miraculously, he manages to hang onto his broom, but it’s at the cost of whoever unfortunate soul he’d crashed into, because he hears the undeniable smack and the resounding “ow!” that follows the broom’s bristles hitting someone’s face.

One moment Harry’s day is going perfectly well, and the next he is half-laying on the benches of the Quidditch stands, dazed, a mere foot away from the Slytherin girl who had landed on the floor next to him, clutching her head in pain.

Harry blinks, groaning as he pushes himself up slowly.

The girl is muttering curses under her breath; she meets Harry’s gaze as soon as it lands on her and shoots him a scathing look. “Bloody fantastic. Really,” she says, voice dripping with harsh sarcasm as she massages her head. “Yes, of course, just barrel into a harmless spectator minding her own business. Really good job.”

Harry starts to blubber out a string of apologies, but then Wood yells, “Harry!” from where he’s hovering next to the goalposts. “Are you alright?”

Harry swallows, looking away from the girl. “Yeah, I’m okay, just—just give me a second!”

“I’m not,” the Slytherin grumbles. “I’ve been concussed.”

Harry’s first instinct is to flush red. “I’m really sorry, I just—saw the snitch and went for it, I suppose, I’m really s—”

“Help me up first, why don’t you?” replies the girl, still obviously irked as she looks up at him.

Harry stands up quickly despite his suddenly sore limbs groaning in protest. He sticks his hand out to the girl, who takes it in her own and lets him pull her up so that she can sit down on one of the benches.

“I’m really sorry,” says Harry again. “Do you need me to take you to the hospital wing?”

Scrunching her nose, she looks up at Harry.

Harry realizes that this is definitely not the time to be thinking such things, but bloody hell, she is pretty.

She stares at him expectantly, still scowling a little, brows raised as though waiting for a response. Harry clears his throat and wills himself to stop thinking about things that don’t need to be thought of (or at least not right now—he has a feeling that a face like hers, albeit one that’s glaring daggers at him, won’t leave his head anytime soon).

“I’m sorry, did you say something?” he says, swallowing.

She huffs. “S'pose I’m not the only one who hit their head,” she mutters. Bluntly, she repeats, “I asked if you were alright.”

At this, Harry’s brows jump up in surprise. It’s an interesting thing to hear, and not just because she’s a Slytherin; she doesn’t exactly look like the friendly type.

“Er,” he stammers out, a little confused but not entirely against her unexpected concern. “Uh, yeah. I’m doing.. doing peachy.”

Out of all the things he could’ve said. Peachy.

Harry doesn’t know if he’s imagining it—if he has hit his head and this is the result of a concussion—but it almost looks as if the corner of her lips tugs up into a slight smile.

It disappears quickly, that faint hint of an amused smile, but Harry swears it was there—or was it?

She sighs, dropping the hand that’s massaging her head back to her side. “Well, go ahead and get back in the game,” she says, tone losing some of its scorn but not all of it. “Wouldn’t want you missing out on practice, do we?” She side-eyes him. (Harry ignores the way his heart skips a half-beat.) “Best seeker of the decade and all.”

Harry stands there a little awkwardly, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he looks to her and to the broomstick lying at his feet. “Are you sure you don’t need me to take you to the hospital wing?” he asks hesitantly, wondering if he should pick up his broom and fly away, save himself from further embarrassment.

But it doesn’t feel right. So even as she glares at him and mutters, “I’ll survive a smack to the head”, Harry doesn’t leave. Instead, scuffling his shoes against the ground, he looks at the rest of his teammates, who continue practicing without him, and then back to the girl.

And maybe it’s because of how breathtakingly beautiful she is (under normal circumstances, Harry would say pretty, but that word isn’t quite enough to capture how she looks)—but Harry clears his throat and gestures with his hands to nothing in particular, then decides to say, “Can I make it up to you?”

She stiffens just the slightest bit in surprise. Harry’s sweaty palms form fists as he tucks them behind his back. “I mean,” he begins quickly, just to fill in the silence, “I just. I feel bad—and I don’t want to, you know, go around flying around the pitch while you sit here nursing a headache. Doesn’t sit right with me, you know?”

The girl purses her lips before turning her head to look up at him. Harry finds himself looking away. Out of all the bloody people he could’ve flown into, it just had to be the prettiest one.

“Make it up to me with what, exactly?” she asks, flicking her brows up at him.

Harry shifts on his feet. “There’s a Hogsmeade trip coming up this weekend,” he says. “I could—we could—I’d love to buy you a butterbeer.” He pauses, then adds, “Or something.”

She stares at him, eyes narrowed just the slightest bit, and then—no, that’s definitely a smile. Harry’s sure of it. (Unless he hit his head far harder than he thought he did.)

His heart stammers inside his chest as she tilts her head to the side and shrugs. “Suppose it wouldn’t hurt as much as a broomstick to the head, would it?”

Harry breaks out into a grin, but then realizes that it probably isn’t a good idea to be smiling at the mention of her being hit on the head, so he quickly stops and says, not for the first time that day, “I’m really, really sorry. The snitch was right next to you and—”

“You said bugger all about safety and went straight for it,” she finishes, but this time she doesn’t sound quite as exasperated as she did before. She doesn’t sound very happy, either, but still—Harry allows himself to breathe properly.

“Sorry,” he says bashfully.

“It’s fine,” the girl says, and this time she sounds like she means it. “If I end up fainting in the hallway either today or tomorrow, you’ll be the first to know. And then you can start feeling bad.”

Harry just barely manages to stop himself from grinning again. Even then, his lips tug up at the edges against his will. “So.. um,” he leans down to pick up his broomstick. “I’ll meet you at the Great Hall this.. um.. Saturday?”

She eyes him somewhat curiously, lips still pressed together into that almost-smile. “Is this a regular thing?” she asks. “Crashing into girls and asking them to dates?”

Harry’s eyes widen. He shakes his head quickly. “No. No way. I wouldn’t risk y—”

“Only joking,” she cuts him off, and does something that has Harry’s heart turning into pure mush inside his chest: she laughs. Harry pauses, relaxing, and wonders if he could somehow go all the way to the Muggle village near Hogwarts, find himself a tape recorder, dash back here, and ask her to laugh again so that he could record it and listen to it over and over.

“You should probably—” she gestures to his broom, then to the pitch. “I don’t think your captain would take well to you talking to a girl instead of practicing.”

“He’d understand,” says Harry, grip tightening on his broomstick. “I mean, especially if it’s a pretty girl, but. Er. Yeah.” He burns bright red at his own words, scratching the back of his neck and looking away, but not before spotting the smile on her face. “I’ll get going now.”

“Try not to crash into me again. If you do I’m going to start thinking you’re doing it on purpose.” She sweeps her arm out in a welcoming gesture, inclining her head as though curtsying. “Fly free, Harry Potter.”

Harry swings his legs over his broomstick and kicks up into the air, back into the pitch, and then zooms away.

“About time, Harry!” yells Wood.

But two minutes later, he’s whizzing back towards the Slytherin girl, although not as fast as before. This time he means to.

“I didn’t catch your name,” he says, hovering in mid-air in front of her.

She shakes her head as though in disbelief, then says, loudly, “It’s [Y/N].”

“[Y/N],” Harry repeats, grinning. “Has a nice ring to it.”

And then he flies away, before Wood kicks him off the team.

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okay maybe I'm being dumb but wouldn't it be best for the secret keeper of a fidelius charm to just always be in the house that's being hidden? like wouldn't it be impossible to be found that way?

for example we're hiding James and Lily and Harry in Godric's hollow and Sirius is the secret keeper. wouldn't it be impossible to get to Sirius if he just was in their house the whole time? why wasn't he?

#comma #separated

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Game night

*slytherins are gathered in their common room trying to figure out what game to play.* 2nd year: “what about uno?” Other 2nd year: “dude we played that last week” 3rd year: “Well what about Go fish?” 4th year: “What are we? Children? No let’s play Battleship ” 2nd year: “Oh and Go fish is a child’s game.” 1st year: *quietly from the edge of the couch* “what about Monopoly?” Litterally the entire house: “NO!” *1st year falls off the couch backward* Other 1st year: “Wait why not? What’s wrong with monop-” Prefect: “Don’t say it’s name…. we don’t talk about ‘the game that shall not be named’” *house falls silent* 6th year: “So many friendships torn apart. So much violence.” *starts crying* Yet another 1st year: “What the fuck is going on?”

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Slytherins are...

The first wave of new mint gum filling your mouth. Winter air hitting your face and making your cheeks red. Going home, straight up to your room, throwing your backpack on the ground and falling onto your bed in contentment. That feeling when you say the perfect comeback. Walking through a busy street with your headphones in. That half smile when the person you like does something cute. Shoving your hands deeper into your pocket. Writing down a whole list of things you wanna do today, only to realize it’s too much and you’re kinda lazy. Not taking shit from anyone. If anyone makes someone else cry in your presence (whether or not you know the victim) they better start running. Fitting perfectly into your lover and friend’s arms. Putting your hood on. Sucking on ice. Tapping your nails against hard surfaces. Following trees and lampposts with your eyes as your car drives past.

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Fanon is better than canon.

Don’t get me wrong, I love JKR’s writing (this originally said I love JKR but now I’m seventeen and have brain cells, sorry 13 year old otter) and love everything canon, however, Slytherin’s in the books are (rather terribly) always described as evil, ugly, stupid or all of the above with the exception of Draco Malfoy. Canonically, Millicent Bulstrode is described as ogre-like, Pansy on more than one occasion is described as a dog and she has no relevance to anything other than being a bitch. Crabbe and Goyle are described as stupid and negatively associated with being overweight (not that that is a bad thing in some situations). Marcus Flint, held back for being stupid, is a manipulative cheater with bad teeth. Blaise Zabini’s only character depth is that although he is attractive and presumably very smart, his mum is a whore so he must be evil.

People get mad when people assume Slytherin’s are bad… and that is all the fault of the author of the Harry Potter series herself, whether intentional or coincidental.

As a fandom who are still so active after so many years, we have built a beautiful fanon world where anything and anyone is up to our own personal, colourful interpretation.

Thanks to us, Pansy Parkinson may be a typical mean girl because she has insecurities about hiding her lesbian relationship or she may be a kickass feminist. Marcus Flint may have a crippling crush on Oliver Wood and he may be a muggle who was adopted by purebloods. Millicent Bulstrode is now no longer an ogre but a beautiful girl with a soft stomach and round face and contagious smile. Even Draco Malfoy has been developed by us, the readers, in such a way that we sometimes even cry at the things that he’s been through WHEN HE HASN’T EVEN CANONICALLY BEEN THROUGH THEM.

Imagine the common room full of cold, frowning, ugly people. Then imagine the common room full of these eclectic, cunning and determined characters. Imagine which common room you would rather be in.

That’s why I will always support any headcanon you throw my way, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, major character, minor character, real ship, fake ship, golden trio era, marauder era, next generation; anything, because fanon just makes things 100 times better.

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You know, I always think about that one line by dumbledore about snape. The whole “you were sorted too early” like he should’ve been a gryffindor. But that always bothered me. It’s not like I think snape wouldn’t have been a gryffindor or anything. I just think it’s dumb that dumbledore thought because snape was a bit brave he shouldn’t have been in slytherin. Slytherin isn’t a house where there isn’t any bold people. Being a slytherin isn’t the lack of bravery or intelligence or friendliness. You can have all of these traits as a slytherin. The only difference is the caution that comes with those traits. You can be immensely brave, but you wouldn’t try fighting a fucking basilisk or something if it wasn’t worth the trouble. If being brave caused more trouble than it was worth, than a slytherin would never do it. They’re only brave when it’s necessary. That’s probably why snape was being so brave. Because when he wasn’t he caused more trouble than he wanted. Maybe that’s why Harry was almost in slytherin. Most of the times he was brave was when it was absolutely necessary. When the basilisk was terrorizing the school and Ginny was in danger. When people refused to believe Voldemort was back. Every single time he was trying to stay alive or help someone survive. Being a slytherin means being cunning and knowing when to act, no matter how brave or smart or welcoming you are. That’s what makes a slytherin.

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to all the new Slytherins that will join us at hogwarts today…

you are not evil

you are not bigoted

you are not hateful

you are not manipulative

you are not selfish

you are not cruel

you are not cowardly

and I wish every single one of you ambitious, determined, cunning, resourceful, wonderful people a fantastic year

[ gryffindor ] [ ravenclaw ] [ hufflepuff ]

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The Slytherin princess:

Y/N was looking around the shop for more books to buy when she bumped into someone, knocking all of her books to the floor.

“Oh I am sorry,” she said as she began to pick them up.

“You shouldn't apologize - it was my fault” said the person, Y/N glanced up for a second and saw that the person was a boy with messy hair, he began to help her by picking up the fallen books with her.

When they finished, she could finally see the boy properly.

He was about her age. The boy had messy dark hair, wore round glasses and had a lightning scar on his forehead that was barely visible due to his hair– Y/N instantly knew that it was Harry Potter. But the most beautiful thing about him was his green eyes, she found herself staring at them for a few seconds before she could finally speak again.

“You must be Harry Potter, I am Y/N” she smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Harry nodded, a small smile appeared on his lips, “Nice to meet you, are you going to Hogwarts too?”

“Yes, I am really excited! I will start that year.” she smiled, “Well, I am going to continue searching for other books in case there won't be any left, I will hopefully see you there.”

Y/N couldn't help but internally squeal, she met Harry Potter.

It was now September the first and Y/N was standing in front of the Hogwarts express. The students who recognized her and her parents were staring at them while pointing and whispering excitedly but Y/N didn't mind that much, she was used to that.

“I will miss you.” said Y/N as she hugged her parents, “I hope to see you on Christmas.”

“We will miss you too, dear.” said her mother gently.

“Don't forget to Owl us and tell us what house you will be sorted in” said Y/N’s father, smiling “–Of course it doesn't matter what house you are in but we will be really proud if you are sorted into Slyther-”

Her mother elbowed him, giving him her infamous harsh glare, he smiled innocently making Y/N giggle.

“We will always be proud of you, no matter what house you are sorted in” said Y/N's mother, “But I will be extremely disappointed if you don't have good marks and, expect a howler if you don't owl us at least three times a week”

“Yes mother, expect me to have the best grades, I will work hard and Owl you many times per week.” grinned Y/N.

“Don't forget where I told you the kitchen is.” laughed her father making Y/N grin even more and nod.

“I think that the kitchen will be my favorite place in the castle,” she giggled, “I will see you both on Christmas, goodbye!”

They hugged one last time before she left towards the train to find a place to sit.

Y/N passed many full compartments when she saw the same black-haired boy from last time, Harry Potter, seating alone in one. She opened it, catching his attention.

“Mind if I sit here?” she asked nicely, Harry shook his head and gestured to the seat opposite his, “No, not at all.”

Y/N sat down at the seat opposite his and saw her parents searching the train's windows in hope of seeing her one more time, their eyes landed on her compartment’s window, she waved, smiling.

Her mother mouthed 'We are already missing you.'

'I am missing you too' Y/N mouthed back.

Harry felt a small pang of sadness as he saw the way Y/N was close to her parents - he wished he also had someone to miss him.

The train started moving and Y/N waved one last time at her parents before they disappeared from sight.

“So how are you-” before Y/N could finish, the compartment door slid open, revealing a red-haired boy.

Y/N had the feeling that it was a Weasley due to his hair color and the state of his robes.

When she was younger, her parents taught her how to recognize most wizard families if they could be identified, from their hair color to how they carry themselves, it came really useful for her.

“Mind if I sit here, everywhere else is full.” He said as he gestured to the seat next to Harry.

“No, not at all.”

The red haired boy smiled and sat next to him.

“I am Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley” said the red-haired boy.

So Y/N was right, he was a Weasley.

“I'm Harry. Harry Potter”

Ron's eyes widened and he went agape as he stared at Harry.

“So-so it's true? I mean, do you really have the...the…” stuttered Ron.

Harry looked confused, “The what?”

“I think he meant your scar.”

Harry made an 'Oh' sound and lifted his hair bangs to reveal the lighting scar Y/N faintly saw in the bookshop.

“Wicked” said Ron and then turned towards Y/N.

“I am Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you.” smiled Y/N.

“You seem familiar.” said Ron as he looked at Y/N with a frown, trying to remember where he saw her.

“Must have seen me somewhere. Maybe in Diagon Alley, I do remember seeing a family of redheads.” she shrugged.

“Did you see Mrs. and Mr. Y/L/N outside!? Do you think their daughter will be attending Hogwarts with us? I heard that she is eleven or twelve year old - like us.” said Ron excitedly, Y/N giggled while Harry looked confused.

“Y/L/N?” he asked.

“The most powerful wizard family in the world! They are part of the sacred twenty-nine and have powerful ancestors and many special gifts.” said Ron.

“Gifts?” asked Harry, curiously.

“It means that they have some abilities that others don't - like talking to certain animals or more advanced in magic than other wizards since a young age - The rumors are that their daughter is even more powerful than her parents at their age! They are also known for their ancestors, the father of the Y/L/N girl has for ancestor Salazar Slytherin, the founder of the Slytherin house and her mother has Merlin for ancestor.”

“Oh okay, that must be amazing.” nodded Harry, Y/N shrugged.

“How would we know? But yeah, maybe it is amazing.” she giggled.

Just then the trolley lady came by the compartment.

“Anything off the trolley, dears?” Said the plump lady.

Y/N noticed Ron holding up mushed sandwiches “No thanks, I am all set.”

She decided to buy some candies for the boys too. “I would like ten – “'

Harry interrupted her by pulling out coins, “We'll take the lot.”

“Whoa!” both Y/N and Ron said, amazed.

The three first years started eating bundles of sweets.

“Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans?” asked Harry, curiously.

“These aren't real chocolate frogs, are they?” said Harry looking at a blue and gold package of chocolate frogs.

'It's just a spell. Besides, it's the cards you want. Each pack's got a famous witch or wizard. I got about five hundred myself.” Said Ron.

Y/N took one and opened it, a chocolate frog jumped towards the seat next to her. She looked at her card and laughed, it was her ancestor, Merlin.

The train ride was quite nice, the three first years had joked around, telling each other a few stories, time passed fast and they were now waiting to be sorted.

A tall platinum haired first year and his two goons approached Harry who was talking with Y/N nervously, he was scared of how they were going to get sorted.

“It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.”

Y/N noticed that most of the students started whispering excitedly.

“This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy.” He said presenting him and his two big friends behind him.

Ron snickered at his name.

“Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours, my father told me all about you. Red hair, freckled face and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley. Well, soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” He said, glancing at Y/N and Ron, who were standing next to Harry.

Y/N grinned.

“Wrong sort you say?” she chuckled, “Blond hair and a bratty attitude – you must not be wanted.”

Ron and Harry both snickered that time.

Draco sneered at her, “You shut up!”

Y/N’s grin widened, “Oh - such a hard insult! I am literally crying.”

“My father will hear about that.” he sneered before extending his hand to Harry.

“I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks.” Said Harry making Y/N giggle and high five him.

Just then Professor McGonagall came back.

“We're ready for you now. Follow me.” She said and started leading everyone through two large doors and into the Great Hall.

The great hall was one of the most amazing places Y/N had ever seen and she had seen quite a lot of extraordinary things. From the bewitched ceiling to the carpeted floor, everything around looked straight out of the most creative person on earth's mind.

“Wicked!”

McGonagall leads the first-years to the front where an old rat stood on a stool.

The old hat twitched slightly and it opened its mouth - which was reap.

'Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!'

The students around the hall clapped, “When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses.” Said McGonagall.

Y/N wasn't really keen on having to put on a dirty old hat that was worn by hundreds of thousands of students...What if she catches lice?

Hannah Abbot, a pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails was the first to be sorted, she got sorted into Hufflepuff.

Bones, Susan also got sorted into Hufflepuff but as Terry Boot placed the hat on his head, he was the first to be sorted into Ravenclaw, Mandy Bucklehurst was sorted there, too. Lavender Brown was the first to be in Gryffindor while Millicent Busltrode got sorted into Slytherin.

“Y/N Y/L/N” called McGonagall, she couldn’t hide the curiosity in her voice as she said her name.

Everybody, including Ron, Hermione and a horrified looking Malfoy gasped while Harry stood there confused, not understanding why everyone looked so shocked but then remembered what Ron and Y/N told him in the train compartment – even some professors looked excitedly at Y/N.

Whispers broke in the hall as the hat got placed on her head.

“Did she just say Y/L/N!”

“Merlin! She is THE Y/N Y/L/N!?”

My my that is quite a mind,' said a small voice – the voice of the sorting hat, A descendant of Merlin and Salazar Slytherin with so much ambition and leadership – Cunningness, yes there is some cunningness and lots of creativity, I would say Gryffindor for your bravery but your ambition beats everything else...You are definitely a ...

Y/N grinned as she glanced at the green table, green definitely suited her.

“SLYTHERIN!”

“Thank you!” She whispered to the hat and gave Harry and Ron thumbs up, wishing them luck.

The Slytherin table was clapping loudly - the loudest they have clapped in a long time as they all eagerly looked at her.

“The wrong sort you said, Malfoy?” she said to Draco as she passed him, smirking.

A few Slytherin perfects shook her hands, as did many other Slytherin students.

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anastasiawrites · 4 years

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Hey could you write smth with Scorpius doesn't matter what... I just feel like everyone is starting to give up on their writing, accounts etc. which makes me sad and I hope u won't too... 🥺 And I think we all need this cutie to spread some light, but I've read everything... And it feels so sad /empty. I really hope you publish smth, but if u need break it's understandable, but I really hope u won't give up. 🤍

Oh no I am far from giving up on my writing! I was just taking a small break from Tumblr and I have been writing a lot of fanfictions lately (Like - since two months ago I keep writing hours a day, but I won’t share them to anyone) and I started exploring many ideas making me understand more what and how I like to write, how to make things more original and etc.

That break made me feel better as I am now more confident in my writing and grammar after writing so many fanfictions on google doc.

You can expect an update that week!

As for the weird, cringey fanfictions that I already wrote and posted on tumblr months ago where most characters are OOC - let’s forget about those, I won’t delete them as they will remind me that there will constantly be improvement in my writing and plus, I would miss them way too much as they are my first fanfictions!

I have also reread the Harry potter series, watched the movies and read additional information and facts, trying to understand the HP characters more, reading about creatures, objects, spells and etc, so the fanfictions should be more careful from now on (Could you imagine that I didn’t know the difference between jinx, hex and curse two months ago!?)

I hope that you are having a nice day/night!

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all is good in percy-verse

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BLACK LIVES MATTER. YESTERDAY, TODAY AND TOMORROW. @ noturjacky on IG

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anastasiawrites · 4 years

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Ahh I love that, thank you! And omg now I am going to read each and every Blaise fiction that I can find because I found that ship so cute-!

Hey there! I am looking for a golden era ship! I am a 5'4-5'5 female Hufflepuff (she/her) and I am bisexual but would like a male ship. I am sarcastic and sometimes really blunt but I can still be really sweet and friendly, I hate hugging anyone who isn't close to me, it just makes me feel uncomfortable. I like to laugh, it makes me happy. My favorite hobbies are painting, writing, and reading. I get mad so easily_but I am still the one to calmly break a fight between my friends. Thank you x

I ship you with...

Blaise Zabini

Listen, everyone knows Slytherins and Hufflepuffs make the best pairings.

It’s just fact.

Anyways, you and Blaise don’t officially meet until after the war.

It’s mainly because Blaise was well known as a blood elitist and arrogant. You technically had met him when you rushed some of your muggleborn friends away from him and a group of other Slytherins who took to harassing them for their blood status. You’d not given any of them a second glace after casting a quick stupefy to buy you the time to get them away.

But asides that far from flattering encounter, your paths don’t cross again at Hogwarts.

In fact, it isn’t until three years later that you run into one another.

You’re busy working at one of the local muggle museums that has a hidden wizarding world section.

Honestly, you’re fairly surprised that he’s even at your workplace, more so that he’s focused on some of the muggle history. With his upbringing and vocal opinions, you’d never expected him to be caught anywhere remotely muggle based.

It peaks your curiosity enough that you approach him, asking if he’s looking for a specific exhibit.

You seem to take him by surprise, but he’s quick to school his expression. He doesn’t quite match your friendly smile, but he doesn’t show any contempt.

It isn’t hard to fall into conversation, with him asking short questions and you explaining everything to the best of your abilities. While you don’t know if he recognizes you from Hogwarts, you certainly don’t recognize the man in front of you. He certainly seems to have changed since the war.

And it’s almost enough to make you think he’s become a better person.

Almost.

Because you still remember the way he and his friends would treat your friends.

But still, you keep up with pleasantries and when he asks you how life after the war has treated you, you’re honest.

“Oh, you’re still friends with the mudbloods.”

Suddenly you aren’t so sure that he’s changed or if he’s just gotten better at hiding his prejudice. His words are enough to distort your easy smile into a frown.

You’re about to tear him a new one when he speaks again.

“That came out poorly. I shouldn’t have said that.”

It appeases you for the moment, but you quickly end your exchange.

He continues to come to the museum, every Tuesday and Thursday.

And each time he seeks you out.

You don’t know what to make of it, but you eventually learn that he is trying to change his ways, make amends for his past behaviour.

He tells you exactly that before he formally asks you on a date.

You deny him.

“But, if you make it to the end of the year and seem to truly have changed, I’ll consider it.”

And he does change.

But not enough so you give him another year, and half way through that year, you agree to go on a date with him.

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anastasiawrites · 4 years

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Scorpius Malfoy x reader: The transfer student

Requested by @elitsamladenova: Can you write Scorpius x reader where she is Slytherin, but she is from 🇧🇬 and she part veela.

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2k words, haven’t reviewed it yet so-

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You watched nervously as first-years were getting sorted into there houses.

All the students kept glancing and staring at you for many reasons.

Some of them were curious, whispering if you were a transfer student or maybe a quarter giant for being a foot taller then all the first years.

But then again, transfer students were really rare.

The others, which were mostly boys, kept looking at you, it was because of your beauty. You were part veela, it was natural for boys to be mesmerized by your looks. Most girls threw daggers at your direction for catching the attention of there crushes or lovers.

But you didn't care, you were used to that.

In which house will I be sorted in? You kept asking yourself.

You read about each house, you didn't have a favorite but you were scared that the hat would sort you in a house that wouldn't really match your personality.

There was also another reason why you were nervous, Durmstrang, your previous school, was a lot smaller and had fewer students as they didn't accept muggle-borns and seeing so many people made you feel quite nervous.

You kept wondering if your magic skills were enough for Hogwarts.

What if they were more experienced?

You were too preoccupied with your 'what if' that you nearly missed the headmistress, Professor Mcgonal, clearing her throat to get the attention of all her students.

"Now that we sorted all our first years, I would like to introduce you to our new transfer student that came from Bulgaria for her fifth year. She used to attend Dumstrang, I hope you welcome her with open arms, Miss. y/n y/l/n, please come here"

She gestured for you to come and place the old hat on your head.

You placed it on you and you started hearing a voice.

"Ah miss y/l/n, it felt like yesterday when I sorted your grandpa...he was such a brave Gryffindor."

A smile found it self on your lips, you loved your grandpa, he was your hero since you were a kid.

"You possess many qualities dear, some good and some bad, Knowledge, creativity, you love the taste that adventure leaves on you...but you are resourceful and ambitious, you got a thirst for leadership. You are definitely a..."

You inhaled a deep breath.

"Slytherin!"

Cheers roared from the Slytherin table, most of them from boys.

Other houses were quite disappointed to not have you. You were quite interesting, you came from Belgium, went to Dumstrang and you where beautiful...

As you set the hat into its original place and smiled at the headmistress, you walked towards the Slytherin table, noticing that your robe now matched the Slytherin's ones, green and silver.

You sat next to two boys, one of them had messy black hair and bright almond-shaped green eyes, the other one was pale, and had almost white-blond platinum hair, grey eyes, and a pointed face.

"Are you part veela?" you found yourself asking him.

Most veela have platinum hair and pale skin, like him but others don't, it all depends.

He looked at you, a little bit shocked that you talked to him and shook his head.

"What about you?" he asked, curiosity in his voice.

"Yes, my mother is a Veela, my father is a wizard, I am the first part Veela in the family" you explained, he nodded.

"Can you transform your head into a bird's one and get long scaly wings to burst from your shoulder? And can you throw flames?" a girl that sat in front of you asked, and you just realized that most students were more curious about you then the mouth-watering food that was served, as their eyes were on you.

"I can't transform into a bird, but I can conjure fire, not as much as a pure veela can."

The girl nodded, "My name is Charlotte Labott, nice to meet you, y/n"

You smiled sweetly at her but then it turned into a frown as she started talking badly about the boy that you just talking to and his friend.

"If I were you, I wouldn't talk with those two, rumors say that blondie is the son of the Dark Lord while Potter is a family shame for ending up in Slytherin while all the others are in Gryffindor." she snickered, and the Slytherins chuckled.

"Well, good thing that you aren't me, I thought that Slytherins were intelligent enough to not believe rumors and plus, no one is a family shame just because of which house you are."

The two boys smiled slightly, the weren't used to people who aren't family to defend them.

"I would rather befriend them than you, thank you, Charlotte."

She glared at you but then turned to her friend as they both started to talk about you.

"My name is Scorpius Malfoy and that is my friend Albus Potter." the blond boy said.

You smiled sheepishly at them, "I guess you already know who I am..."

They both nodded, "Thanks for defending us, y/n." said Albus softly.

You merely shrugged, "It was nothing"

"It meant a lot for us," said Scorpius.

You felt kind of bad that they had to endure bullying, you hated bullies.

"You seem familiar," you said to Albus who looked uncomfortable at your words.

"My father is Harry Potter, you must know him." he rolled his eyes.

You nodded.

"Yeah, I like his scar but he must hate it, it reminds him of painful memories after all..."

Albus nodded, a small look of sadness crossing his face.

"But scars like his can be a reminder on what you are fighting for or most likely who."

...

"Ey, Albus, Scorpius, wait for me!" said James as he approached both boys

"What do you want James?"

"So I saw you talking to y/n...maybe you could introduce us?" said James

Albus and Scorpius both slapped there face, dramatically.

James wasn't the first person to ask them that, he was, in fact, one of the thirty boys that came to talk to Albus and Scorpius in the last few hours about her.

Ever since you talked to them yesterday, everyone is either looking at them in envy or, glared at them.

"Hey, Scorpius, Albus" you grinned at them as you stood next to them, you just finished classes. You then noticed James, who quickly introduced himself.

"James. James Potter, Albus' older brother." he grinned

You nodded and smiled.

"What were you talking about, I think I heard my name?"

"Oh you wouldn't believe how many boys asked us to introduce them to you just because you talked to us yesterday." groaned Albus

"Not that we don't appreciate you talking to us," said Scorpius quickly when he saw your smile falling slightly "it's just boys being...boys."

"You two are boys too"

"Ah yeah, we do find you beautiful and all but I have that crush on that girl called Rose, Albus' cousin, and you aren't exactly Albus' type."

"But you are certainly my type." winked James, a lot of boys had said the same sentence to you many, many times.

"Well I am glad, like that, I would be able to have two friends who are males and won't have a crush on me" you clapped your hands like a child, "but it's a shame, you both are really cute and cute is my type."

Your attempt of jocking made both boys blush, their ears were scarlet while their cheeks were light pink.

"I am cute too!" said James

"Ah, yes you are." you grinned at him and nodded.

"No, he isn't" both boys denied

James ignored them, "maybe you would like to go with me to the Hogsmeade visit?" he asked

You sighted, that sentence was heard so many times today...

"Well, we will see, James." you kissed his cheek and then turned towards Albus and Scorpius.

"How could you be so good at English?"

"Oh well, my grandfather went to Hogwarts, he was a Gryffindor, but when he met my grandmother, he went with her to Bulgaria. I spend a lot of time with my grandfather and always talk with him in English to get better at it."

"Oh okay."

"So how do you find Hogwarts?" asked Scorpius.

"Oh it's amazing, I love it! it's huge! Dumstrang had only four floors while I found out that there are 7 here! And that the defense against dark art is only defense here while we had to learn The Dark Art there, so I found the class easier then there but Potion is pretty hard here."

"So, you could have easily an O during the O.W.L.S in D.A.D.A"

"Well, I hope so." you grinned.

"Did you play quidditch in your old school?" asked James who was still pink because of the small kiss.

You frowned, looking down at the floor, "I suck at flying...brooms and me, aren't really best friends."

"Well I can help you, I am on the quidditch team"

"We can help you too," said Scorpius, pointing at Albus and himself.

"Euh...Should I choose or...?"

"No no, I am sure that Albus and Scorpius wouldn't mind me being the one to help you out, we can start today after classes on the quidditch field."

You smiled and gave him a hug in which, he blushed.

"Thank you guys, I gotta go and finish my homework, bye!"

"But I wanted to teach her." frowned Scorpius while looking at James when you were out of earshot.

...

"I think that I am going to fall" you panicked

"Relax, and take a deep breath, everything will be fine."

You did as he was told and, it did in fact work.

You were mid-air with James, he was helping you with your flying skills.

"So, do you have any siblings?" he asked

"Yes, I have two sisters and brothers, what about you?"

"Well there is Albus and my younger sister, Lily"

"She has a nice name."

"Not as nice as yours." he flirted

You chuckled slightly while shaking your head, making you lose your balance and hang on your broom, your arms are the only thing supporting you for not falling 35 feet down (10.5 meters).

James was slightly panicking, he quickly went towards you and pulled you to sit on his broom, his arms around yours trying to calm both of you down.

"C-Can we get down..please?" you asked

He didn't respond, just tightened his arms around you, and started to slowly get down.

Once you hit the ground, you were still in Albus' arms.

"I am sorry, y/n, I am a terrible trainer."

Despite your current condition, you chuckled and shook your head.

"No, no, I am just a bad flier, it's in my blood, neither of my parents knew how to fly either, it was a miracle that my sister got into the quidditch team during her years at Durmstrang."

Albus grinned, both your faces were close and he resisted the urge to kiss you, but him glancing at your lips every few seconds made you understand the situation so you cleared your throat and stepped out of his embrace.

"So I will see you tomorrow at the same hour?" he asked hopefully in which you nodded.

You then said goodbye and went to the dungeons, in the Slytherin common room where both Albus and Scorpius were sitting.

You noticed that both of them were doing their homework so you decided to help them as you finished yours.

"So how was your flying lesson with my brother?" asked Albus.

Scorpius stopped writing his potion Essai and listened eagerly at your response.

"It was good...well, I nearly fell but James was there to catch me.

"You were going to fall!?"

"Well thankfully, I didn't."

"I wouldn't have let you fall..." muttered Scorpius under his breath.

...

"So are you going to tell her...?" asked Albus to his best friend.

"No, she wouldn't want to be with someone like me, she must like your brother."

"Oh common, you are way better than James, just try and ask y/n out, okay?"

"Okay..."

...

"So, y/n, how has your day been?" asked Scorpius

"Exhausting. What about you?"

"It was good...I have a question," he said a little bit too quickly.

You grinned at him.

"Sure, what is it?"

"So...there is that Hogsmeade visit in a few weeks and I would like to know if you want like...go with me...But you must be busy and James must have already asked you out and...and...I know you said that it would be good to have two male friends who won't have a crush on you and all but..."

You quickly cut him off.

"Scorpius, take a deep breath. Yes, I would like to go on a date with you." you laughed, grinning as your cheeks started turning a faint shade of pink.

"A-And what about James?" he asked, surprised.

"Well, I already told James that I like somebody else...You. He was cool about it and we are still taking flying courses too."

"Oh, Okay, I am glad that you liked...me." he grinned.

You kissed his flaming cheeks and hugged then both of you walked hand in hand with him around Hogwarts.

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

Should I make a part 2?

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