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loverainline · 26 days

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No home

The shop was rather quiet today. With the exception of the usual croaking and chirping of the other fellow animals, everything was silent.

Probably because there were no annoying customers present. These witches and wizards barging in with their children, yelling and cooing at the small animals in here. He preferred it this way, honestly! With no human in sight, it gave him the opportunity to relax and… relax some more.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang, and three witches dressed in long purple robes entered the shop. The one on the left was wearing a tall pointy hat and gestured at a cage near the window. Two tortoises were in it, their shell decorated with glittering jewels. “Look Martha! Aren't those absolutely beautiful? Maybe you could adopt one of them?“ She asked, looking at the blond witch to her right. “Yes, they are stunning. But I told you, I'm looking for a cat.“ “There are some over there!” said the third witch helpfully. All three women walked over to the cats, who were sitting in front of a shelf. They started meowing and purring, like this was some sort of competition.

He stayed where he was, at the top off the shelf, from where he had a great view off everything that was going on. It was not like someone would want to adopt him anyway. He was in this shop for too long now and had heard too many people call him hideous, before shooing him away, to not know better by now.

It did take the witch about half an hour, before she had picked one of the cats, paid and left the shop with her friends in tow. He was about to take a nap, before the doorbell rang again.

So much for an quiet and relaxing day…

This time a wizard came in on his own. Asking the owner, a talented old witch, questions about his double-ended newts. He spoke in such a quiet and calm voice that he was about to take a nap, after all, when the door was opened yet again.

The people who had entered the shop this time, were quite young. Two boys, one who had flaming red hair and the other with black hair and glasses. And then there was a young girl with brown hair, who was looking at the room with the owls nearby, excitedly. Clearly, she was planing on buying one.

Because the wizard with the calm voice was still engaged in a conversation with the witch, the kids took their time to inspect the cages all around them closely. He only paid half attention to them, but flicked his tail annoyed, however, when he heard the rats on the counter jumping again. They always did this, when kids entered the shop. Usually, young witches and wizards thought their weird dancing was funny and often ended up adopting one of them.

A few minutes went by, before the wizard left and the boy with the red hair walked up to the counter. “This is my rat.“ he said to the witch and explained to her, how his rat themed a bit ill as of late. He watched the rat, Scabbers as the boy had called it, intently. Something was strange about this rat, and it was not the fact, that it was sickly looking. But what was it?

Maybe it was the fact, that the boy described his rat as ordinary, and yet it was unusual old for one of its kind. Or maybe it were its eyes who themed to scan its surroundings with a look of terror that was different to the normal instinctual fear these animals typically showed. This expression themed different, almost human-like…

He etched closer to the edge of the shelf to get an even better look at the rat. Once he had seen a well-dressed witch turn into a cat in this shop. He knew of Animagi. And this Scabbers looked so much not like a rat, as the witch had not looked like a cat after her transformation. To the unsuspecting eye very hard to detect, but he could tell. Why was this wizard impersonating the pet of this boy? A cold feeling creeped into his bones. A dark, evil wizard, maybe?

Well, there was one easy way to force him to reveal himself, if he did not wish to end up as his dinner. With one quick motion he jumped from the shelf, hissing loudly, prepared to give Scabbers the fright of his life. His crooked legs sometimes made these kinds of jumps a bit more difficult than necessary and so instead of the counter he landed right on the boy's head.

“Ugh!“ the redhead yelled startled. “No! Crookshangs, stop!“ yelled the witch immediately. The “rat” managed to escape and ran out of the shop into the busy streets of diagon alley. Hopefully he would stay far away from this kid and stop pretending to be a rat from now on, but given the fact that the rat was with the redhead's family for years already, he kind of doubted that. And the kid did not theme inclined to let him run away. “Scabbers!“ he yelled and ran after him, his dark haired friend following him close by.

“Oh, I am so sorry! Here, he can have the potion for his rat for free! If he finds it…“ the Witch said to the girl, who had stayed behind. “Bad Crookshanks! Very bad!“ “I don't think he did it on purpose!“ the girl said, and he liked her already. “Pah! He always behaves badly, this Crookshanks! Been here since he was just a kitten but with a look and temper like that no one wants to adopt him.“ “Oh no! Poor Crookshanks!“ replied the girl. She themed to pity him but more so, her tone sounded gentle, as if she genuinely did not understand why no one wanted to adopt him. He liked her even more now and walked a bit closer to her to sniff her long brown hair. She smiled a started to stroke his head. “I would like to adopt him.“ she said.

“What?!“ said the witch surprised and saying what he was thinking. A weird mixture of emotion filled him. A bit of hope, joy and gratitude, but also fear. Maybe the calm voice of the wizard had lulled him into a deep slumber after all, and this girl wasn't even real. Why would a dark wizard live as a rat for years anyway?

He was so lost in thoughts that he didn't registered the girl had paid for him until she picked him up and exited the shop with him in her arms. They were solid and warm, and her expression was even warmer while she looked at him lovingly. This was not a dream! And the confusing mixture of emotions made room for an intense happiness. He finally had a home!

#harry potter #fanfic #hermione granger #ron weasley #scabbers #crookshanks #peter pettigrew

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loverainline · 1 month

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My Opinion: The time turner wasn't the worst plot devise in Harry Potter.

I heard a lot of times, that the invention of time turner in Harry Potter was a bad plot devise, because it could have solved a lot of problems and was still very underused. I agree with this! However I think it wasn't the worst one, because at least it was explained that using a time turner could have terrible consequences. So it made sence, that a lot of people would not dare to use one, no matter what. However it makes the fact, that Hermione got one for school even more ridicoulos...

That beeing said, in my opinion, the worst plot devise in Harry Potter was the veritaserum. They literally had a potion, that would make everyone spill all of their secrets if asked and almost never used it! Think about all the times this would have spared people so much drama:

Sirius (and every other innocent person) would not have been sent to azkaban.

The death eaters could not have escaped prisontime by lying about only acting under the influence of the imperious curse.

Harrys Parents wouldn't have died, if everyone in the order would have been forced to take the veritaserum from time to time. I mean, the order was aware even, that there was a spy among them and did nothing!

Even the dark side should have used it, if they where smarter. Snape would not have been able to spy on Voldemort, for example, if questioned this way. I suppose Voldemort was too arogant to think, he could be fooled or something.

#harry potter #my opinion #time turner #veritaserum

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loverainline · 1 month

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How the Weasleys lost a son for the first time (Part 2)

The voices of cheerful conversations reached his ears. He quitly closed the door behind him and heard his mother greet him from the kitchen. „Percy! Youre home early!“ she exclaimed excitedly and hugged him once he had entered the kitchen himself. „Hello Mother!“ he answered, noticing that his father was allready home too.

He sat at the kitchen table with most of his siblings and was playing cards with Fred and George. „Hello, my son.“ he said smiling. „Hey Pearce! Anything new at work? Did they finally bought the new parchement paper, that you wanted?“ Fred asked, for witch he earned laughter from Ron and a kick from George. „Shut up!“ George said, „Or do you want to listen to an hour long speech about the importance of parchement and different types of ink?!“ he added in an exaggerated display of horror. Ginny laughed and Fred smiled.

„Actually...“ began Percy, with a smile of his own. „...I bear good, no fantastic news!“ Fred and George continued with their card game, as if they had not heard him, but his father, bless him,bput his cards on the table and looked at him curiously. „What good news, Percy?“ he asked. Ron was looking at him expectangly and his mother had a kind smile on her face. „ I got promoted!“ Percy exclaimed. „Oh Percy, that is wonderfull! Arthur, did you hear?“ his mother asked, her hands touching her chest in pure bliss. „Of course, dear. What kind of promotion, my boy?“ asked his father carefully.

Percy began happily to explain to his family what happened just a few hours ago at his office in great detail. When he was finished, nobody said anything.

He noticed, how his fathers face turned into a frown and how his mother turned worridly towards him. „But, dear...“ she began carefully, but was interrupted by Arthur, who said slowly: „Percy, that can't be. You are to young. The ministry of magic would not choose someone so... inexperienced for such a position.“ Percy felt something cold climb into his bones.

What was going on? Was his family not proud, not happy for him? „What do you mean?“ he asked in a small voice. He noticed, that Fred and George had turned towards their conversation as well and how Ginny and Ron glanced meaningfull at each other.

„Well...“ sighed Arthur, as if he had the difficult task before him to explain Arithmancy to a troll. „...if the ministry picks someone so young, like you for this position, they must have a very good reason to do so.“ Hope welled in Percys chest, this he could understand. „Yes father, I know! Isn't it great, that they want to reward my hard work by entrusting me with such a position?“ His father looked striken, before he carefully, answered: „Percy, please think for a moment. Do you really think the ministry would offer you this position without an ulterior motive?“

„Why wouldn't they?!“ answered Percy more heated than he had wanted to. Did his father also thought so little of his talents? „Percy...“ his father began, as if talking to a little kid. „...it is very clear to me, that the ministry offered you this position, because they want... well something like a spy. Soneone close to Harry.“ Percy was speechles.

That could not be! The ministry did not want to use him, they trusted him, that was all! He could hear Fred and George giggle, while his parents starred pitily at him. And in this moment, the couldness in him was replaced with a burning rage, so intently that he was a little bit scared of it himself.

„What do you know!“ He yelled at his father, who looked shocked at his outburst. „All you ever did was the bare minimum! That is why the ministry never entrusted you with a good position. That is why we were always so poor!“ He could her Ron make a choking sound but carried on. „Maybe you are just jealous, that your son got a better position than you? Well, maybe that is because unlike you, unlike ALL of you, I actually worked hard for my carreer!“ „What career?!“ yelled Arthur angrily. „You just started your work at the ministry! You know nothing, can't you see that they are just using you as a pawn in theire fight against Dumbledore?!“ „I don't care about Dumbledore! I will find my own way!“ replied Percy heatetly. „You are acting like a child.“ replied his father quietly.

Maybe it was the disapointment in his fathers voice, that made the all blindind rage inside him disapear. But all what Percy felt now, was a cold more intencly than ever. He hold his fathers gase for a while, not knowing what to say. He felt everybodys eyes on him. A mixture of judgement and disapointment. He heard his mother crying, his siblings whispering, the clicking of the clock on the wall near him, the clatter of dishes in the sink, the animals outside.

This was not another day, it was exactly like any other, but worse, because he had said thinks, that he would usually only have dared to think. Things he could not take back, maybe did not wanted to.

The anxiety inside him became stromger, the longer he held his fathers gase and Percy knew he could not handle it any longer. „Fine.“ he replied. „Fine... if I am acting indeed as childish as you say, maybe I should finally become an adult, yes? Not living under my parents roof, but beeing my own men!“ and with these words and one last worried glance at his mother he turned around and left the house, that had been his home all his life.

„Nooo! Percy! Come back, please!“ his mother yelled. He did not turned arround. He hurridly walked down the path he had come from. And disapparated into thin air. The last thing he saw, where the blurry figures off his family, who looked after him outside the house.

When his feed touched solid ground again, he was in London. Many people walked past him, not taking any notice. His father was wrong about him, he had to be! Percy thought. He would show him, show them all what he was capable of! He wanted to proof to them, that all theire insults and critisism where wrong! But mostly he wanted to proof that to himself.

#fanfic #harry potter #the weasleys #percy weasley

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loverainline · 1 month

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How the Weasleys lost a son for the first time (Part 1)

The young men with the short ginger-coloured hair walked excietetly down the path ahead of him. On any other day his steps would have been less quick, his demeanor more stoic. On any other day, he would not have been eager at all to return home after work.

A home filled with people that he cherrisched and loved, but who's company could be very emotional draining. On any other day, he would have walked home slowly, would have felt his anxiety flair up, before he would have walked through the doorway into the small house. The small house, that was filled with too many items and too many people.

Too much noise, would soround him: The ticking of the old clock, the clatter off the dishes, that washed themselfs in the sink, the noise of gnomes and chickens outside and the many voices off his family members and perhaps their friends. Voices who would make insulting comments about his career choises, his talents as a wizard or simply about himself as a person. Or voices who would just laugh about said comments. Yes, on any other day, his home would be a dramatic difference between his workplace.

His workpkace, where his own office was only reserved for very few people. His office, which was tidy and quit. His workplace where his ambition in his career, his talents and he himself, where beeing mostly apreciated.

But not on this day! Today he had recieved the greatest news at work: he was being promoted. All off his hard work and countless hours off studying finally had paid off! And he was very eager to share the news with his family. So eager in fact, that he almost ran down the path towards his house, not trusting himself to apparate just yet.

He knew, today he would not mind the loud noises, and poor decorations, because his familys excitemend would make up for it. Instead off rude comments and mockery, they would be proud off him. They would also understand, that his promotion would promise more financial freedoom in the future for all off them, because of course he would help his parents out, where he could. Maybe his father would see his sons success as an inspiration, to make smarter career choises himself, even!

He reached the house and gidily, something he hadn't felt in ages and opended the old, wooden door.

#fanfic #harry potter #the weasleys #percy weasley

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