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caringalbuswrites · 2 years

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Starting with the right foot, this is an account I made with permission of my writing partner and manager of Gellert's POV of our Grindeldore story/retelling "For Our Greater Good" on AO3

> My RP account/Albus' PoV is @/caringalbus on Instagram, my writing partner/Gellert's RP account is @/itsgellert on Instagram. The link of the story is listed down below.

📚AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41013747/chapters/102789006#workskin

> All of the writings are based on my portrayal of Albus and how we (my WP and I) designed this retelling/AU. At least I haven't read the books, but I'm doing this for fun and since this is our AU, reality is ours to command. (I'll still try to stick to the canon, except we switched Albus and Gellert's ages to fit more the actors and their characters and Minerva being moved to these times as another Gryffindor student so she can be Albus' BFF)

> Also I might mimic my WP's Gellert PoV because some scenes really need him, but I try to not use him in respect of my WP's part of this story and plans for Gellert.

> Most of the writings are crazy ideas or things I'm not sure we would explore. Most of them might be spoilers since I'm planning to use them eventually and the story is still in progress.

Others are another kind of crazy, like background stories that don't add to the main story. Or maybe will, but we won't mention it.

Other are a What If of some situations. Even if I'm trying to stay as linear as possible, sometimes I'll might explore the same concept but something and narrated different. This doesn't mean the fragments are in chronological order, it's that i can go back and forth but most of the writings are following the same string.

At least for me, most of these are canon unless my WP says otherwise.

> My native language is not English, so i can have struggles on some parts of being repetitive. I'm aware i can make mistakes.

> I'm not really open for suggestions, but sometimes I could use random ideas or canon parts and how we/I use it in the writings.

> Also, if you wanna interact/RP with me, please be kind and let me know beforehand. I'm pretty introvert and rusty about the RP (I used to roll only in Spanish, in another dynamics). I'm flexible and adapt to other's writing style. But you have to let me know everything beforehand. Nobody likes having bad times.

Since I'm reserved about my age and get uncomfortable about some matters, the only person I would roll anything mature or similar is with My Gellert since the admin is a close friend of mine. Otherwise, I'm strongly denied, not only for the other user, but for me.

Also a reminder than I'm a human behind this account.

Nothing else to say, except, welcome to my Grindeldore based on "For Our Greater Good", expect some angst, Albus being confused, silly ideas of them, OCs we added as friends and Minerva being moved so Albus could have his bestie since young,

Enjoy

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sheeple · 6 months

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Miracles don't exist | 30: Battle of the Astronomy Tower

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Dumbledore's death A/n: Another year complete. I'll be taking a break as usual from posting to finish the story. 24th of December will chapter 31 be posted. But before that time I've got a little extra content for y'all :)) [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

Theodore is quick to send a spell flying towards the Death Eaters. But it's easily deflected by Bellatrix Lestrange. You try to get out of bed, grabbing your wand that lies on the bedside table. But your legs give out under you and you land painfully on your knees.

You crawl towards the closest wall and hoist yourself up, raising a shaking arm and ready to defend yourself and Theo. "What," huff, "do you", huff, "want?", you ask, out of breath.

You already know the how, but now the why. Why here with you? And not hunting down Dumbledore.

With a flick of the wrist, Fenrir Greyback comes stalking toward you, a sinister smirk on his face. You yelp and fire a disarming spell, but it bounces off of him.

Theo's quick to jump over the bed and stand in the way between you and the werewolf. He puts an arm in front of you, which you hold on for support.

"Isn't that just the cutest?" Bellatrix laughs cruelly, the other Death Eaters joining her. "The little fiancé is protecting her."

You wish you had more strength, you wish that you weren't so exhausted so you could stand up to her. But instead, your legs shake and the hold on your wand is weak. Even if you wanted to protect yourself and Theo, your spells would be weak.

"I won't ask again. What do you want?" You raise your chin.

She grins, walking towards you. She throws Theodore away with a flick of the wand against the wall and grabs your face, digging her filthy nails into your skin. The two of you stare in silence, daring the other one to look away.

From the corner of your eyes, you see Theo clambering up. You give in and look at him worried.

Bellatrix takes this as a victory and rips her hand away from your face. "Take them", she orders to Greyback.

The werewolf picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You trash against his hold, but it's useless as your feet dangle off the ground and Greyback just marches on. A Death Eater holds Theodore at wand point and makes him drag his body off the floor.

You're disorientated as the group moves through the castle, upstairs and through doors. Until you finally feel the cold breeze of the night air and you're being put down.

Draco stands in front of Dumbledore at the top of the Astronomy Tower, his wand pointed towards the elder man.

"Well... look what we have here." Bellatrix halts the group, her eyes trained on the pair. She moves towards your cousin, whispering, "well done, Draco."

"Good evening, Bellatrix." Dumbledore seems unbothered like he has been expecting it. "I think introductions are in order, don't you?"

"Love to, Albus. But I'm afraid we're a bit on a tight schedule. Do it!", she hisses towards Draco, the boy's hand shaking.

You try to move forward, but Fenrir's hand wraps around your throat and holds you in place. You move your hand to the side, reaching out to see if you can grab Theo's hand. But he's too far away from you.

"He doesn't have the stomach, just like his father. Let me finish him in my own way", remarks someone to your right.

"No! The Dark Lord was clear, the boy must do it."

There is some creaking from down below you, and you glance at it. Your breath stops as you spot a reflection in a pair of glasses. Harry. The two of you make eye contact and you slowly shake your head, scared of what will happen.

Bellatrix storms towards Draco, leaning close to him. "This is your moment. Do it. Go on, Draco! Now!", she bellows, clearly getting impatient.

Draco quivers, his face morphed in anguish. The grip on his wand tightens and you swear he's going to do it. He's going to kill Dumbledore.

"No." Professor Snape appears from nowhere, making everybody turn towards him.

There is a moment of silence and shock until the headmaster breaks it. "Severus... please", he begs.

The former Potions Master raises his wand and fires off the killing curse. Avada Kedavra rings in your ears as a flash of green light hits Dumbledore. He flies off the railing and you scream. You launch out of the hold of the werewolf and rush towards the railing, watching how the man drops from high until his body hits the stones below.

You clutch a shaking hand over your mouth. Bile rises in your throat. A pair of hands snatches your shoulder and you get pulled towards the stairs. You watch how Bellatrix fires the Dark mark into the sky with a celebratory yell.

The Death Eaters move swiftly towards the exit of the castle, destroying everything in their path. Everything is a blur until you're outside and Hagrit's hut is in flames.

"Snape! He trusted you!" Harry comes barreling down the hill, wand in hand and fury in his eyes. He fires spells at the man, getting angrier every time Snape deflects them. Until he yells, "Sectumsempra!"

You let out a shriek, clutching your hands over your ears and crouching down. You brace for the impact, the pain. But it doesn't come. Instead, you're pulled to your feet and dragged towards somewhere.

You disappear in a flurry of dark robes and black smoke. Hands grip you and you get pulled in all different kinds of directions. It's hard to breathe. And even when you have stopped moving and you collapse on the ground, you're still out of breath.

The grass under you feels coarse. You know where they took you to. Malfoy Manor. To Voldemort.

A hand grips your bicep harshly before you get yanked off the ground and dragged into the house. You look up and study Snape. He has his never-breaking hard glare on his face, his eyes focussed on where is supposed to go and nothing else. They don't wander, don't linger.

He brings up stairs, and down endless hallways until he stops in front of familiar wooden doors. He knocks two times and waits a moment before opening one of the doors and pushing you inside.

You stumble, your legs still weak. You find your footing as you hold the back of a chair for support.

The Dark Lord stands in front of the fireplace, his back facing towards you. Nagini slithers around him, her head resting in his hands as he pets the snake.

You wait with bated breath for what will come.

Nagini slithers from the Dark Lord's hold towards you. She makes her way up your leg and restricts herself around your middle. "Hello, pretty", she hisses. If a snake had eyelids, she would have fluttered them at you.

You swallow with an uncomfortable smile on your lips, you reach out and run a hand over her scaly body. "Hello, Nagini", you answer back.

She lets out happy hisses. Nagini nestles herself against your body with no intention of letting go.

The Dark Lord is still facing the fire, his wand in his hands. "I assume the mission went successful?"

"Yes, Draco fulfilled his assignment. Dumbledore is dead." It feels weird to say it out loud. Everything happened so fast that you didn't even have a moment to realise what happened. Dumbledore is dead and Snape killed him. All the while Draco was supposed to do it.

The Dark Lord turns around, his snake-like eyes trained on you. You straighten your back, chest rising anxiously.

He reaches out and takes hold of your chin in an ice-cold hand, his long nails digging into your skin. He studies something on your face. "What did this?"

Confused, you frown. He pushes your face to the side so you're facing a mirror fastened on the wall next to the door. You take a step towards it and Nagini unfurls from you. A large and angry scar creeps from under your jaw towards the inner corner of your right eye. You trace it and hiss as it still hurts.

"I was... I was hit with the Sect- Sectumsempra curse... by Harry Potter", you admit, hanging your head low. Flashes of pain travel through your mind and you squeeze your eyes shut.

A presence behind you turns you around and you do not dare to look at him. "My Heir, I expect you from now on to attend every meeting and follow my every order. If you do so, I'll grant you your revenge."

You snap your head up, brows knitted together. "My revenge, Father?"

An unnerving smile grows on Voldemort's face. "On Harry Potter."

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mybutcheredtongue · 5 months

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I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

harry potter timeline Sirius Black x fem!reader

You lived out your years at Hogwarts with the company of your best friends, Lily Evans and Alice Fortescue. You fell in love with one of the infamous Marauders, Sirius Black. After school, you married and became Mrs Black, living in a home full of love and life with your faithful husband. Your happy life is cut short when Sirius is wrongfully convicted of the murder of Peter Pettigrew and several muggles, and sent straight to Azkaban without trial. The Ministry thinks you must be connected, but after several days of investigation and questioning, litres of veritaserum pumped thrown down your throat, you're proven innocent. You have maintained his innocence ever since, knowing Sirius would never do something like that. The only person who'll hire you is Albus Dumbledore, and with his help your name is reverted to its maiden and your past is buried deep.

This story follows your life during your time as a professor at Hogwarts when Harry Potter joins the school and everything changes.

FULL of angst but has a happy ending.

No use of Y/N

This fic is mostly a collection of moments and scenes! So a lot of time skips.

p.s. title is from the song "I Love You" by Fontaines D.C. — one of my favourite bands!! would so so recommend checking them out :)

CHAPTER ONE (see full series list here)

1991

You glance at your watch, the hand ticking slowly as it moves to show 9:03 p.m.

Finally, the large wooden door opens and a scrawny young boy pushes forward, huffing tiredly, and less than 20 odd first-year students filter into the astronomy tower.

"Evening, everyone!" You say cheerfully. The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws stand awkwardly as they gaze around the room in wonderment.

You feel proud of it. The last astronomy professor had left this room a little...boring, so when you came into employment you spruced it up a little bit. Though there aren't many to write on, each wall is plastered in hand-painted constellations with their names in 5 languages written underneath. You had cast a spell on the floor to conjure up a moon, one that matched the real one's lunar phases. Today, a waxing gibbous.

Telescopes line the edges of the circular room, each pointing high into the sky. You eye your favourite for a moment, the same telescope you'd used during your own years as a student at Hogwarts.

It feels like home in this room.

"Welcome to the Astronomy Tower," you say with a smile. "Here, you'll learn all about the wonders of our universe and its planets, galaxies, stars...everything. Please, find a telescope and stand behind it. We'll start with charting some simple constellations today."

The students obediently line behind a telescope each. Your eyes immediately focus on a young boy, with jet black hair and circular glasses. You lose your train of thought for a moment, feeling as though you're looking at a ghost.

He's the very image of James Potter.

Then, he turns to look at you and his eyes strike you. Green and vibrant, full of youth and gentleness.

Lily.

You feel your breath catch in your throat, but quickly shake your head of the grief and clap you hands, smiling at the students again.

"Astronomy is one of the very few subjects that is present in both the wizarding and the muggle world. That means that there are millions of resources out there for all of you to use, whether it be from a wizarding standpoint or a muggle one! Interesting stuff," you continue. "Now, I want you all to do a small task for me. Look through your telescope — please don't change any lenses just yet — and try and see if you can spot a constellation. Then, using the first page of your book, see if you can figure out which constellation it is. Call me over when you think you have one!"

The students immediately start rooting through their bags for their Astronomy textbooks and you sigh gently, content with your introduction. First-years are always well interested and curious about everything, so Astronomy is a pretty easy subject for them to get into. After all, lots of the first year curriculum is just looking at pretty stars and constellations.

"Professor, I think I have one!" A young Gryffindor girl with bushy brown hair and an excited face says to you, throwing her hand in the air enthusiastically.

You smile, walking over to her. "What's your name, dear?"

"Hermione Granger, professor."

"And what constellation do you think you've found?"

"Aquila, professor," she beams, pointing a finger to the small, 'T' shaped constellation in her book.

You close one eye and look through her telescope, noticing it immediately.

You grin at her. "Well spotted, Miss Granger! Excellent work." You glance at her scarlet and gold tie. "5 points to Gryffindor for being the first one!"

Her face lights up proudly.

"Now, let's see if you can find any of the stars present in it. Any at all, though you may find it difficult to differentiate — "

"The star of Altair, professor!"

Your eyes widen and you chuckle in surprise. "Well, aren't you just making my job a whole lot easier for me? Well done, Miss Granger. Please chart that constellation down on some parchment and continue looking."

In the next few minutes, many students find constellations and are charting them down. One boy seems to be having a particularly difficult time.

"Neville Longbottom, isn't it?" You say as you wander up to him. He jumps at the sound of your voice, knocking his forehead against the edge of his telescope and letting out a small yelp of pain. "Oh, sorry..." You wave your wand gently and his eyebrows raise, bringing a hand to his forehead in surprise.

"Just a small healing spell. For minor, minor injuries," you tell him. "How is your charting going?"

The boy's cheeks go red and his eyes focus on the floor beneath him. "I...haven't been able to find one, professor. I — I thought I had one ages ago, but there were too many stars in it..."

"Let me have a look, Mr Longbottom," you say kindly, bringing your eye up to the lens and grinning. "Well, you most definitely have found one. One I didn't think anyone would find!"

You glance at Neville's face, and he's the picture of shock.

"Pisces, Mr Longbottom. Trust your judgement! Excellent work."

Neville grins, and you step aside, but not before he says something else.

"Uh, professor..."

"Yes?"

"How do...how do you know my name?"

You study his face and smile again. The very picture of Frank Longbottom. With Alice Fortescue's mousy hair.

"I went to school with your parents, Mr Longbottom. You're the spitting image of your father."

Next, the young boy with jet black hair and glasses calls you over. Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived.

"What one have you found, Mr Potter?"

As he looks at you, green eyes connecting with your own, you try your hardest not to see Lily staring back at you. You try your hardest not to picture your best friend, your honourary sister, a woman of true light in a world full of darkness.

Your heart has felt lonely since her absence. Since James. Since Alice. Since Frank. Since Peter.

You blink.

"Uh, Canis Major, I think?"

You swallow hard. Of course.

"Let me have a look see..." He's right of course, you don't even need to look. You can spot that constellation any night without a telescope. You know it like the back of your hand. "You're dead right, Mr Potter. Brilliant constellation, that is. Canis Major means 'the Great Dog', and it actually contains the brightest star in the night sky visible to our naked eye, Si — "

"Oh, wait, hold on..." Harry says, flicking through his book to find the page on Canis Major. He pauses, eyes skimming down the page. "Uh, Sirius, right?"

You bite your lip, feeling your heart speed up. You take a deep breath, forcing a smile. "Yes, Mr Potter. Sirius."

Your favourite star.

Your favourite person.

Your heart has been broken since his absence.

"Good work." You promptly spin on your heel, heading for your desk as you glance down at your watch. "Alright, everyone. Excellent work today! Now, I won't set anyone any written homework...but if you're truly interested and find you have a little free time, try and see if you can chart any other constellations! Night, everyone."

The students chat animatedly amongst themselves and exit down the spiral stairs, leaving you alone in the room. You sit down at your desk, sighing as you slip a key from your pocket and open one of the drawers. You pull out a small photograph, eyes wandering over the young, elated faces of James Potter, Lily Evans, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, and yourself.

Graduation day.

One the left, you're standing in the middle of Alice and Lily, arms around them and laughing wholeheartedly. James stands beside Lily, arms around her and Sirius beside him, who's connected with Remus, Peter, and Frank.

You smile weakly. You remember that day, all full of hope and joy. There was some sadness too, sadness to be leaving Hogwarts and ultimately leaving childhood.

Your fingers gently skim over Sirius' face, feeling your heart ache.

What you wouldn't give to go back to that day.

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Dear Moony,

I hope you're well! School's started back up again. Been a bit crazy lately, sorry that I haven't written since your last letter. Someone let a troll into the dungeon. Quirrell went mad, fainted in the middle of dinner and set all the students into a panic. It was torture.

Harry's started here. It's hard to look at him sometimes. He's the image of James. It's uncanny. He has Lily's eyes, too. Sometimes I start to feel like I can talk to them through him, even though I know that's mad of me. Neville Longbottom's here too. He's just like his parents. Both in Gryffindor, you'll be happy to know.

Dumbledore's gave me strict instructions not to say a word to Harry about it all. Says it'll be too much for him. He won't be able to understand why I couldn't have raised him instead of the Dursleys. He says that Harry will only start digging around for more information on me if he finds out I'm his godmother. He'd ask about his godfather then. It's too much for a young boy to know that his godfather is in Azkaban.

I wanted to talk to him so bad, Remus. I want to tell him about his parents, show him the photos. I want him to be able to feel at home here, feel like he's got someone here. A part of his family. I know exactly what those Dursleys are like. Petunia always hated James, you know that well enough. I hate that I have to keep this secret for even longer.

I talked to young Neville though. Merlin, he has Alice's clumsiness, that's for sure. Such a sweet lad. He was more than happy to see photos of the two and hear stories about them. I feel like a little bit of the weight that's been hanging over me has been lifted. I even showed him that photo of Alice falling into the Black Lake in 5th Year. If she was of sound mind she'd surely throttle me for that.

I think I need to get out of the castle for a bit. Wanna get a coffee? It's been a while.

I've omitted a few details of the past few weeks so I have something interesting to tell you about next weekend, if you're up for it.

all my love,

You sign the letter, folding up the parchment gently and dropping it in an envelope. You grab your bland wax stamper and press a small circle of black wax over the envelope's seal. You slip it into your pocket and stand up from your bed. Beside you, your black cat, Dubh*, stirs from her sleep and meowls at you.

You give her a loving scratch behind the ears. "Just popping down to the owlery. I'll be back."

On your way down to the owlery, you pass two lanky, identical students with heads full of ginger hair. They haven't noticed you yet. They're peering around the corner at Filch, a suspicious-looking bag in one of their hands.

"Bit late for the two of you to be out, isn't it?" You whisper behind them. They wheel around immediately and their eyes widen in shock.

"Professor! We — uh, we weren't doing anything!" George blurts out.

"Don't you look just lovely tonight, Professor? There is such a...healthy glow about you," Fred remarks suavely and you raise an unamused eyebrow at him.

"I sincerely hope you don't think I'm that thick, Mr Weasley."

"Never, Professor!"

You sigh, shaking your head. "Off to bed, both of you. Quickly, before Filch can catch you. I advise you to keep your pranks within the time you're actually allowed out of bed."

Fred's shoulders slump in disappointment, his want for a good prank evident on his face. George however, is staring at you in surprise.

"No detention?"

Fred immediately smacks his hand over the back of George's head, scowling at him. "Don't give her any ideas!"

"Get going, you two."

They take it this time, quickly scampering down the hallway. You step out from it, into the same one as Filch, who's eyeing you suspiciously.

"Is someone there?"

"Only me, Mr Filch," you answer.

"I thought I heard voices."

"Just me. I was trying to remember a poem I heard recently, it's three pages long. Would you like to hear it?"

Filch's face contorts immediately. "No."

You shrug. "Suit yourself."

You walk past him and out into the cold night air, trying to suppress the smile on your face.

->-> read chapter two here!

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*Dubh: pronounced 'duv'. Irish word for 'black'.

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imkylotrash · 2 years

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Complex

Pairing: Bill Weasley x reader

Request: When he was first scratched, he was super bummed and didn't know how to get through it and acted like an asshole to everybody, so Remus introduces him to a former student who had a similar experience ( so has minimum wolf qualifies ) and she is able to get him off his ass & help him through what he’s going through. She also happens to be a curse breaker like he is. Anonymous

Tagging: @bitchwhytho @music-of-melody @shadowhuntyi @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @canthebest1 Let me know if you want to be added or removed.

His arms engulf you in a warm hug the second you step off your broom. Attempting to hide your wince, you burrow your face into his shoulder but he knows you well enough to sense when you're in pain. Of course, he's also known you for almost 15 years at this point.

"What happened?" he asks, his lips stretching into thin lines. He doesn't exactly like the fact that you've now officially received the title of curse-breaker.

"Manticore. I've never heard of anyone being able to use them as guards." Oh, if looks could kill. Remus Lupin has always had a bit of a soft spot for you. Especially after you were attacked by a werewolf. The scars of four claws ran down your back, but you never changed. The moon made you hungry for red meat but you'd managed to walk away without the curse of lycanthropy.

"I thought they'd gone extinct," he manages to say.

"Definitely not. They're rare, but not gone." With a flick of the wrist, you have your baggage floating behind you as you head for the door.

"There's a friend here I'd like for you to meet." You sigh deeply. It's been a long journey, you reek of sweat and dirt, and you're trying very hard to disguise your limping. The last thing you need is to be introduced to someone new. But you also know what Remus went through not too long ago. Even you felt the pain when it was announced to the world that the famous Albus Dumbledore had died.

"Can't wait," you smile despite being close to collapsing from pure exhaustion. However, it turns out that no introduction is needed as you enter your living room. Bill Weasley has quite the reputation among your circles. The thing you're not expecting is the scars down his face. All of a sudden, your back is burning.

"Merlin's beard," you whisper as Remus comes up behind you.

"Bill, I'd like you to meet Y/N." You know why he wants you to meet. You recognize the look in Bill's eyes. It's the look of defeat - of fear. He mustn't have had his first full moon yet.

"I'd shake your hand but I'm fairly certain I need about five showers before I'm fit to even sit on the couch," you joke but he doesn't respond. In fact, he just huffs a little and remains seated. No signal is needed to get Remus to follow you into the kitchen.

"What is this? Werewolf trauma 101?"

"His family is worried. I thought it might benefit him to see that it isn't the end of the world."

"Is that how you felt?" It's a low blow. There's a massive difference between what you and Remus went through. He has to fear the full moon each month, while you sleep soundly in your bed. But you're tired, and you're struggling with your own memories.

"Just talk to him. That's all I ask." So, you talk at him. Quite literally, you talk at him while he remains silent. After an hour, you've grown tired of repeating the same advice and suggestions, and so has Bill.

"Thanks for the, uhm, pep talk. I'm sure I'll be just fine now," he says dryly before getting up. You don't bother stopping him even after Remus gives you a look.

"I can't help someone who refuses to be helped."

But over the next few days, you feel guilty for letting him leave so easily. You remember that first month of absolute terror and frankly, you can't blame him for his behavior considering how you acted even worse. So, you do the only logical thing you can think of. You pack your bags and head for the Shell Cottage. Once before you visited with Arthur while on Order business, but you remember it like it was yesterday. You love that little cottage. Almost more than your own tiny house deep in a forest.

"Make yourself known." Making sure to keep your empty hands visible, you step forward.

"Just me." Bill slowly lowers his wand and steps inside. "Welcome, Y/N. So good to have you." Still mumbling by the time you reach the door, you take one final look at your surroundings before entering the cottage.

"Son of a Bludger, what have you done with the place?" It's in shambles. Mess everywhere, day-old food on the table, papers ripped apart and thrown across the room.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, ignoring your previous comment.

"I'm here because I'm a better person than you right now and despite your very rude behavior last time, I still want to help you." When he growls at you, your hand instinctively reaches for your wand.

"Right, you're afraid of me," he laughs, venom dripping from every word. There's no way you were ever this bad, right? Your burning cheeks betray you because you do remember the feelings coursing through him. When you were mutilated, you pushed everyone away. You became a hermit until you were sure you weren't going to hurt anyone.

"I'm not afraid of you. But you're not exactly a trustworthy person at the minute." Basically the same thing though. You're a little afraid of his reactions, but you're not about to let him know.

"Could you help bring in my suitcases? Molly said I was welcome to stay here while I figure out some protection for my own home." Horrible excuse. Your house is probably more protected than Shell Cottage but you also know he'll never let you stay unless you make him believe that you have nowhere else to go.

"It's war. One can never be too safe,” you add as you head for the guest room. This is going to take a while. And a while it takes. Merlin, you’re ready to give up several times. Three weeks pass before you even get him to go outside, and he complains the entire time. And just as you think you’re making progress, his mother stops by. Now, you like Molly Weasley. She has the best intentions but the pity in her eyes, her voice, her every action... it’s the exact thing Bill doesn’t need. Even you let out a deep sigh when she finally packs up her stuff after three days of uncut tension.

“Nice lady,” you comment in the evening as you’re sitting in front of the fire. The silence lingers long enough for you to give up waiting for an answer. Then he laughs. It’s a little high-pitched and not all the way natural, but it’s a laugh. And you’ll take it.

“Imagine growing up with her,” he laughs, and you join him. Bill Weasley doesn’t need to be coddled and having Molly visit just proves that very fact.

“Alright, enough sitting around. Take my arm.” He hesitates but you can tell he just needs that little push. “Trust me.” Darkness swallows the both of you as you apparate to the nearest village. Without waiting for his reaction, you pull him into the nearest pub.

“One beer. And then you’re free to leave.” It’s a muggle pub. No one will know what has happened to Bill here. They might think a bear got him or some other animal, but no one will shy away in fear (or disgust) he might turn into a werewolf.

“Fine.” You’re taken by surprise when he so easily agrees, but you’re quick to recover and buy two beers before he changes his mind.

“Cheers,” you say to the bartender before finding a table in the dark corner of the pub. When Bill isn’t fully consumed by self-loathing, he’s actually a pretty decent guy. You both share stories from some of your near-death adventures as curse-breakers, but he doesn’t ask the question you know he’s dying to ask, and you don’t offer the answer. But five beers later, even you are a little unsteady on your feet. Apparating back home is a lot more difficult when the world is spinning. But you manage without losing any limps. By the time you’re walking through the front door, Bill is giggling.

“Come on, droopy. Time for bed,” you chuckle as you half carry him to his bedroom. He collapses on the bed, pulling you with him.

“Stay in here tonight,” he mumbles but when you lock eyes with him, he seems almost sober. Logically, you know this is a bad idea, but he smells nice. And his hair looks so cute in that stupid man-bun. Before you know it, you’re closing the gap between the two of you. His lips are soft, gentle, and your head spins from the sensation. Any doubt you might have had goes out the window, when he cups your cheek and deepens the kiss.

“Stay,” he repeats and you can do nothing but obey him. When his hands goes to the hem of your shirt and begin to remove it, you grab his hands to stop him. He’s nice enough to not comment on your shaking hands.

“I don’t—I— It’s not pretty,” you finally say and your scars begin to burn as if they were fresh wounds.

“I know.” He doesn’t sugarcoat it. He doesn’t try to convince you that you’re still pretty. He accepts your feelings because he knows. So, you let him remove your shirt. The cold makes you shiver, but you don’t hide under the covers. You want him to see you - all of you. When he gently runs his hand down your back, you feel tears sting your eyes. You don’t talk much for the rest of the night, but at one point you open up about how it happened. He listens not once interrupting you. Afterwards, he holds you for a long time.

It’s the first night of complete honesty and it’s what starts your relationship. You saved him from himself but in some ways, he saved you too.

#hp blurb #hp imagine #hp fic #hp gif #hp fanfiction #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley blurb #bill weasley gif #bill weasley fic #weasley family #bill weasley #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fandom #harry potter series

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anxiousfanchild · 11 months

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Introduction to My Harry Potter Imagines

Characters I can do:

1890s Hogwarts:

Ominius Gaunt

Sebastian Sallow

Garrath Weasley

Leander Prewett

Pre-Marauders:

Molly Prewett/Weasley

Bellatrix Black/Lestrange

Rita Skeeter

Arthur Weasley

Andromeda Black/Tonks

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissia Black/Malfoy

Gilderoy Lockhart

Alice Fortescue/Longbottom

Frank Longbottom

Ted Tonks

Marauders:

Sirius Black

Peter Pettigrew

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Lily Evans/Potter

Severus Snape

Bartemius Crouch Jr

Mary MacDonald

Dorcas Meadowes

Regulus Black

Evan Rosier

Pandora Rosier/Lovegood (or Lestrange, IDK what her canon last name is)

Xenophilius Lovegood

Marlene McKinnon

Golden Trio Era:

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger/Weasley

Luna Lovegood/Scalamander

Ginerva Weasley/Potter

Draco Malfoy

Neville Longbottom

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Percy Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Oliver Wood

Dean Thomas

Seamus Finnigan

Cedric Diggory

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Post Golden Trio: These stories will take place while each child is in at least 5th year. I've also added their Houses, just in case it is needed.

Victoire Weasley - Ravenclaw (Bill x Fleur)

Fred Weasley - Gryffindor (George x Angelina)

Molly Weasley - Gryffindor (Percy x Aubrey)

Dominique Weasley - Gryffindor (Bill x Fleur)

James Potter - Gryffindor (Ginny x Harry)

Louis Weasley - Ravenclaw (Bill x Fleur)

Lucy Weasley - Ravenclaw (Percy x Aubrey)

Rose Granger-Weasley - Gryffindor (Ron x Hermione)

Albus Potter - Slytherin (Ginny x Harry)

Roxanne Weasley - Gryffindor (Fred x Angelina)

Hugo Granger-Weasley - Gryffindor (Ron x Hermione)

Lily Potter - Gryffindor (Ginny x Harry)

Teddy Lupin - Hufflepuff (Remux x Tonks)

Non-Canon Characters:

Delphini Riddle: Post Golden Trio Era (Teddy's age, possibly a year older). Lovechild of Bellatrix and Voldemort

Mattheo Riddle: Marauders Era, Lovechild of Tom Riddle and an unnamed Witch.

Lorenzo Berkshire: Golden Trio Era

PLEASE NOTE: If there is a non-canon character or a character we as a fandom do not know a lot of canon facts about, I will write them how ***I*** see them!

MASTERLIST

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crushingonevery1 · 5 months

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DUMBLEDORE'S HIER (Part 3)

Summary: your wait comes to an end as you begin ur journey at Hogwarts with your loving boyfriend and ofcourse your grandfather, along with ur magical family.

Warning: Slytherin reader. Pancy Parkinson rivalry. Very tiny bit of soft Snape ( tell me if I should add more of him).

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x fem! Slytherin!reader

Getting off the train, you parted ways from the golden trio and the Weasley twins you were talking to. As soon as you stepped off the train you met one of your favourite people in the whole world.

"HAGRID!!!" He turned around from trying to spot you in the tiny students spilling out of the train and immediately with his loud voice replied

"Y/N DEAR THERE YOU ARE!! I FORGOT HOW TINY YOU WERE!!"

You immediately started crying and jumped into his arms, while he picked you up letting you cry in his arms trying to calm his own self down, not wanting to look soft in front of the students.

Hogwarts and it's professors, they were your family, they all played just as much of a role in raising you as your grandfather. You valued each and everyone of them and they all loved you just as much.

A lot of students paused to watch the scene unfold while others couldn't care less. Soon everyone made their way to the school.

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Everyone was gathered in the dining hall while you along with Hagrid waited outside for your grandfather to call you in so you could be finally sorted into your house.

You felt so many emotions, there was so much going on you were almost overwhelmed. You were reuniting with your family after years of keeping in touch only through letters. You were suprising your bestfriend and boyfriend. You were gonna finally get sorted into your Hogwarts house. Right. Your house. It always bothered you Mr. Malfoy's obsession with Slytherin. What if you didn't get Slytherin, would they force you and Draco to split up? No they can't. They wouldn't. Would they?

Your thoughts were broken when you heard you grandfather's voice from inside the dining hall.

"WELCOME BACK STUDENTS, WE HOPE YOU'VE ALL HAD SPLENDID SUMMERS AND ARE READY FOR THE NEW YEAR.

Tonight I keep the introduction short, I wanted to introduce you all with the only family I have. I, Albus Dumbledore, have a granddaughter, and today, she begins her journey like you in Hogwarts. We are here to encourage her through her sorting ceremony. I expect you all to be no different to her then to each other. She will be treated just the same as all of our other students."

"HERE SHE IS, Y/N DUMBLEDORE" presented Hagrid not containing his excitement opening the door for you.

The moment the door opened you looked around trying to find the pair of shocked eyes you longed to see all day. Spotting him at the Slytherin table,you gave him a wink loving the smile in his eyes. He couldn't help but give you huge grin with his eyes already tearing up, it's okay though noone would see, everyone was too shocked by the new unexpected student.

You made your way to your grandfather hugging him and all the other professors while crying your heart out. As much as Draco wanted to go there and comfort you and hug you and ask you why you didn't tell him, he sat there in his place, not wanting to interrupt your family reunion. He knew you waited for this for years, and he wouldn't let himself or anyone else ruin it for you. He sat there watching you with heart eyes knowing this was going to be his best year at Hogwarts, ever.

Parting from professor McGonagall, you made your way to professor Snape, if there was one person he has a soft spot for, it was you, he considered you his own daughter, he claimed he raised you, and infact he did.

"professor Snape" you nodded in acknowledgement making your way to him.

"Ms.Dumbledore." He nods back before you throw yourself into his arms, today would go down in history some of the students claimed. They couldn't believe they saw Snape laugh, not scold not glare but actually laugh.

Eventually once you were done with your greetings and cleaning your face from all the crying, the sorting hat was brought and placed on your head.

You wished in your head it wouldn't be anything but Slytherin not wanting to even so much as threaten your relationship with your lover. Soon the hat made its decision.

"SLYTHERIN"

A wide smile made its way to your face and soon you got off the chair and sprinted across the room making your way to the teary love filled green eyes that were waiting their turn since the moment you entered the hall.

He stood up letting you crash into him immediately wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. The tears he was holding back since this morning thinking of not being able to meet you for the next year finally made their way out. He hid his face in your neck and sobbed not willing to show anyone his vulnerable side other than you.

To say say everyone else was shocked was an understatement, not only did Draco have a girlfriend, but it was Dumbledore's granddaughter of all people.

The golden trio looked at each other all of a sudden doubting your intentions of befriending them in the train, and you could tell, but you let it be. They werent important right now.

The students around Draco, his friends (that you also knew very well) all cheered. The girl sitting two seats away, Pancy Parkinson as you recognised, had her jaw on the ground and she looked ready to get up and pull your hair out. But you didn't have to worry. Not at Hogwarts, not with your family around, not when your standing in the protective arms of the one and only Draco Malfoy. The boy who had promised himself that no matter what happens you were his. His responsibility, his to take care of. He wasn't going to let a soul near you if they meant any harm.

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Ps: I'm very clueless of what to write in the coming parts so please please please help me out with requests of what you'd like to read. I'm not willing to write smut and can't promise the best when it comes to angst. So I'll keep my acc a lot more fluffy. Also please do tell me if I should post a little character background seperately cause I'm clueless if people actually wanna read that.

ANYWAYS LOVE YALL MWAHH!!

#draco malfoy x reader #draco fluff #draco malfoy #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy x you #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #albus dumbledore

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ggadtomarry · 9 months

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I know it's our privilege to play favorites with our blorbos. The most meow meow the better.

I love my murder baby girl LV very much, thank you. He definitely deserves a bit of dictatorship and a soulmate to love him.

But I'm really irked but a trend in the fandom (I repeat, spoiling the blorbos and castigating the barfos is a fandom right, I'm just whining). That is, the double standard in treating LV and Severus.

Everyone is so ready to attack Albus for his less than stellar introduction to Tom. But Severus gets SAed, harassed, horribly bullied, Albus himself forced him to keep silent about the fucking murder attempt on his person. And no one is willing to cut him any slack.

We can guess Tom suffered, but we don't see it. On the other hand, we know he traumatized his peers and killed a girl.

But we see repeatedly flashbacks of Severus suffering very bad things, and... It seems like it doesn't do much to many fans.

Sadness.

My stance: Albus was very much more terrible to Severus than to Tom or Harry. I don't think I can forgive him for his treatment of him.

#tom riddle #lord voldemort #severus snape #i love albus but #albus dumbledore

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yan-senna · 11 months

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The New Volunteer (Severus Snape)

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In the local charity shop called ‘Wizarding Help’, none of the other volunteers want to work with Severus Snape, the shop’s grumpy book and cauldron expert. That is until they get a new volunteer who is willing to give the man a chance.

This is not a request.

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It’s a rainy day in London. There aren’t many people outside on the streets because of the weather, and there are barely a soul inside the shops. The same can be said for the local charity shop in the Wizarding area, ‘Wizarding Help’.

Usually there are a bunch of customers ready to find a bargain and help poor wizard families in need, but alas, not today. The volunteers in the shop are merely sitting down by a table behind the cash register, bored to death.

One of them sighs. “Perhaps the customers will show up soon…” he says, trying to sound optimistic.

The other person sighs as well. “That clearly won’t happen, Albus. Not as long as it keeps raining” she states.

Albus chuckles. “Perhaps you are right, Minerva. Now, I’ve been thinking… What to do about Severus?” he questions, referring to the other volunteer who’s currently isolating himself in the book area.

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beevean · 11 months

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I noticed that the tracks of Order of Ecclesia were named very differently from Japanese to English, most famously the boss themes that reference past games in the series. Some of the original names are quite interesting: there are plenty of reference to obscure musical instruments and compositional techniques.

An Empty Tome: Twilight Stigmata (黄昏の聖痕)

Oncoming Dread: Testudo for the Repose of a Soul (鎮魂テスト��ード)

Heroic Dawning: Dicantos of Daybreak (黎明ディカントス)

I honestly don't know what "dicantos" means, or if indeed it's the correct spelling.

Ecclesia: Ecclesia - Introduction (エクレシア・序章)

Vanishing: Elegance -Dash- (雅-疾走-)

Sapphire Elegy: Elegy of a Crimson Pearl (紅珠エレジー)

Destiny's Stage: Harp of Beginning (萌芽の竪琴)

Chapel Hidden in Smoke: Tormented Refuge (燻しの隠れ家)

the verb 燻す means both "to smoke something" (like food, not like tobacco) and "to oxidize", but according to Wiktionary and Goo, it can also mean "to torment".

Serenade of the Hearth: Serenade of the Mallow (葵セレナーデ)

Yamane called this track "Serenade of Healing" in her piano cover

Symphony of Battle: Rhapsody of the Fighting Spirit (闘魂狂詩曲)

A Clashing of Waves: Sea Route Cut Through Waves (波断の海路)

断 can mean anything from "cutting" to "decision" to "refusal".

Rhapsody of the Forsaken: Rhapsody of Indigo Lament (藍愁ラプソディ)

Interestingly, in Symphony of Battle "rhapsody" is written in kanji, while here it's written in English through katakana.

Jaws of a Scorched Earth: Giant Cliff of Scorched Earth (焦土の大巌)

Unholy Vespers: Cathedral of Holy Husks (聖骸カテドラル)

Wandering the Crystal Blue: Wandering into the Deep Blue (紺碧の彷徨)

Dissonant Courage: Distorted Black Shivers (歪みの黒凛)

Edge of the Sky: Azure Virginal (瑠璃色ヴァージナル)

Tragedy's Pulse: Beat of the Wild String (荒絃鼓動)

荒 can mean "wild" or "desolate", 絃 is the string of a bowed instrument, and 鼓動 means "beat" in the sense of palpitation

Hard Won Nobility: Virtuous Variation (高潔なる変奏曲)

Trace of Rage: Trace of Rage - Conversation (激昂の軌跡～会話～)

激昂 could also be "excitement", or generally strong emotions

Sorrow's Distortion: Binding Spell of Sorrow (悲哀の呪縛)

Lament to the Master: Trace of Rage (激昂の軌跡)

In Japanese, the connection between this track and the one above, that plays when Shanoa is communicating with Albus's soul, is more obvious.

Stones Hold a Grudge: Old Grudge of a Feudal Castle (宿怨の居城)

Welcome to Legend: Waltz of the Evening Moon (宵月のワルツ)

Passing into the Night: Fantasia of a Lovely Dream (麗夢幻想曲)

Chamber of Ruin: Expectation of Madness (狂気の思惑)

The Colossus: Gargantuan (ガルガンチュア)

Order of the Demon: Evil Symphonic Poem of Silk Gauze (繻紗魔交響詩)

Rituals: Ricercare (リチェルカーレ)

Consummation: Time of Demise (終焉のとき)

Armory Arabesque: Arabesque Canon (唐草カノン)

#castlevania #order of ecclesia #ricercare got me in the feels #i am sure it's intentional #albus is a researcher after all ;A;

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n2xou-of-the-fandom · 1 year

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Agatha : what have i ever done wrong in my life ?

Albus : Murder, attempted murder, Muggle bank robbery, Gringott robbery, trafficking in fantastic creatures, Kidnapping, hostage-taking, forcible confinement, take over the minister, introduction of fire whiskey into Hogwarts, criminal association, collaboration with dark mages , dark magic, poisoning, espionage, misappropriation of magical objects, impersonation wand and broom sabotage, bribery, introduction into the minds of others prison escape, speeding traffic dangerous objects violation of the code of international magic secrecy, aggression. Unauthorized duels, various thefts, hit and run.

Lucius : Must have also added torture?

Severus : and cheating on the exam

McGonagall : and insolence!

#it been agatha at hogwart #agatha harkness #albus dumbledore #harry potter incorrect quotes #slytherin gang #lucius malfoy #minerva mcgonagall #severus snape

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meredoubt · 6 months

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Is it worth sticking with Albus' storyline if his introduction just...annoyed me? I'm new to GBA. Like the acting very much, quality writing and sound design.

But if there isn't a significant arc for him, I'm out on that story. I appreciate an actual plot but he is insufferable in that first one.

Would love any recommendations! Either for his channel or others, I listen to Redacted which is why I tagged it. Figure there'll be significant overlap lmao

I'm pretty unfamiliar with the space, but I like listening to little audio stories while doing housework lmao. Audiobooks have proven distracting because it's a little too much, I'd prefer to read actual books. Asmr is preferred but certainly not required. It's just nice when I have headaches.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #good boy audios

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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@consistentsquash, professionally. Squash, casually. Squish-Squash, affectionately. Overall wonderful human.

My first introduction to Squash was a mention of her 22 Slash Fics for 22 Years (though it was 21, at the time) rec list. Then I had to look for more and was suitably impressed! Very thoughtful, detailed rec lists; but best of all, such good taste! Squash's recs were right up my alley! Even now, I don't even blink when Squash recs things, I just blindly open links and Mark For Later. (Or, for non-AO3 links, I save them to my Pocket app.)

Then one day, Squash recced Teardrop In Your Palm on her New HP Slash Fics Published in 2021 rec list!! Which made me feel quite famous, let me tell you. And insanely flattered. "This person who recs such good fics!!! Recced!!!! MY???? FIC??????" (Am I super casually sneaking extra recs into the Introduction section? Well spotted! Yes. Yes I am.)

Of course, Squash is more than just a gourd with good taste in fics. She is a very intelligent, enthusiastic, supportive fan. Big love for fandom, the community, the history, the culture, and more! She is openminded and openhearted. A rockstar cheerleader. She leaves such sweet comments! She has read a lot, and somehow finds the time to do all of this stuff, even with life being hecka weird and rough!

Best of all, Squash is a good friend. I can fearlessly barge into her DMs and blather about my woes, various dramas, and worst of all: really humiliating fangirl shenanigans. If I can shamelessly fangirl in front of anyone, it's Squash! She is a great listener. Very compassionate and supportive and understanding. She is an absolutely fantastic HUMAN above all else, and I just adore her!

And with that in mind...check out just a few of the hecka awesome stuff Squash has done!

Meta

House of the Dragon Fanfic Character Analysis - Daemon from eldritcher's "Ossuarium"

Fanfic Relationship Analysis - Daemyra from eldritcher's "Ossuarium"

Fanfic Relationship Analysis - Rhaelicent from eldritcher's "Ossuarium"

Pretty sure these are some of the coolest things I've ever seen?? Very loving, ecstatic, detailed essays on eldritcher's work!!!! Too cool, even if I am woefully behind on Ossarium!

Recs

5 Meta Recs

Very cool concept for a rec list! I do love a good meta post. Though don't read that Making of Contempt haha oh no. I see a lot of fic recs. I've even seen some art recs. I'm not sure I'd seen meta recs before this, and I'd sure love to see more of them! I inhale good meta when I see it!

10 Albus Dumbledore Slash Recs

I do need some good Dumbledore slash fics in my life, and Squash provides. Such good fics on this list! Especially In Infinite Remorse of Soul, which I'm obsessed with.

10 Intro Slash Fics With 2nd person POV

I love this! Second person POV can be such a difficult one to pull off writing, or to properly get into reading, but when it is done well, it is done very well! And we can all thank Squash for putting together a list of goodies for us!

10 Snarry Recs with Sexposition

What a great list, wow. Snarry, for one thing, our shared OTP! But also...sexposition! Nice. Also: so many great fics. Wow wow wow. 10/10 rec list. (Haha. 10/10 for the 10 Snarry Recs. Look at me go.)

Some Snarry fics are seriously brilliant about using smut for plot exposition - they are indeed!

Comments Are Love / 5 Comment Recs

A very unique and special rec list idea! As a writer, I can assure you, comments ARE love. They are big love. And I love my commenters. It's also a reminder that comments are soul food not only for the creators, but can be so meaningful and impactful to other readers, as well! And an excellent reminder that this is a community. A community built on love.

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

#mutuals march #consistentsquash #fandom friends #rec recs #meta recs

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magnolia-malfoy · 8 months

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I've started writing my own DracoxReader slow burn Fan Fic!

Here is Chapter 1 if you haven't read it yet then come back and read chapter 2!

Forbidden Love

Synopsis:

Y/N Beaudet(BO-dett) is a 5th year at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. She has the highest marks in her year. The Beaudet family is one of the most prestigious pure blood families.

Once letters came around for y/n first school year, she got a letter from Hogwarts and Beauxbatons. Y/Ns mother, being a beauxbatons alumni, chose to send y/n to her school ignoring your father's protests. 5 years later, she walks through the doors at Beauxbatons and her headmistress, Madame Olympe Maxime, approaches her and offers to come with a group of girls to Hogwarts to participate in the Triwizard cup. Professor Albus Brian Dumbledore, introduced her school and she walked in next to Maxime while the other girls from Beauxbatons dance and twirled leading her way. Then she sees him, Draco Malfoy, her childhood friend, her first crush, The boy her father wants to marry her off to. He is sitting with his friends smiling and whistling at the girls in front of her, but then locks eyes with y/n. Everyone digs into the feast Professor Dumbledore presented, everyone buzzing and talking to y/n and the boys from Durmstrang Institute. Soon everyone slowly starts filing out of the great hall, full and ready for bed. Y/n finish eating and head out towards the Beauxbatons makeshift common room. Suddenly someone grabs her and pulls her down a dark side hallway. She trys to yelp but someone places a hand over her mouth shushing her. Y/n eyes slowly adjust and she finally makes out his White blond hair and grey/silver eyes, Draco Malfoy.

Based on Harry Potter and the of fire.

placing y/n into the movie/story.

HEAVY movie referencing but a lot of filler,

This is my first fic so fair warning!

18+ NSFW Content.

Content warning before chapter:

Swearing, smut, fluff

Chapter 2: Hogwarts Introduction

Y/N followed by the Beauxbatons ladies and Durmstrang clan filed into the entrance hall of Hogwarts.

"Alright now we just wait for professor Dumbledores signal, Olympe, you will be first followed by Igor." -Professor McGonagall

The large man nodded, that must be, Igor Karkaroff, headmaster of Durmstrang and...a formal death eater... Y/N quickly looked away realizing she was staring. She looked at Jadis, she had a huge smile and y/n could swear she was vibrating.

Suddenly the giant doors to the great hall swung open and 11 of the girls walked in tight formation in front of you, you followed behind, close to madame Maxime. Your class mates walked down the path bowing to Hogwarts students as they passed.

"Bloody hell" you heard someone exclaime.

You remain close to Maxime, looking up you see the hall has no ceiling, just a dark sky and stars along with lots of floating candles! It was absolutely beautiful here! You casually look down and around taking in all the new faces then you see him, Draco Malfoy, your childhood friend, your first crush, The boy your father wants to marry you off to, sitting with his friends smiling and whistling at the girls in front of you, but then, he locks eyes with you. Blushing you quickly look away keeping your head high, you finish your entrance. You get up to the podium next to a old man with a long white beard and long hair, you turn around as he grabs madame Maxime hand and kisses it bowing his head. You along with the other Beauxbatons girls curtsy to the 4 large tables ahead of you. Everyone jumps up cheering, clapping, and whistling.

"That wasn't so bad" you thought. You glance out of the corner of your eye and see Draco still staring at you but whispering to his chunky friend next to him. You move with the other girls to a table that apparated from Dumbledores finger. Dumbledore quickly hoped back up on the podium putting his hands up to quiet the students.

"And now our friends from the north, please great the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high master, Igor karkaroff."

The doors swing open again and the Durmstrang boys started marching in nearly knocking over the squib to let us in. They were loud and tough, y/n had never seen anything like them before. Sparks shot out from the end of the staffs they were walking with, suddenly they dropped the staffs and broke into a sprint running right for Dumbledore! Gasps could be heard from the Hogwarts kids and the Beauxbatons girls. They stopped in front of the podium and 2 did flips and twists and amazing shows of acrobatics. Then Igor walked in the door lead by, Victor Krum, the quidich world cup champion from the Bulgarian National Quidditch team. One of the Durmstrang boys took his wand and blew a fire snake that turned into a Phoenix.

"Albus! Hahaha" Igor exclaimed and hugged Dumbledore.

Everyone sat down and Dumbledore snapped his fingers and a HUGE feast appeared on the tables in front of them. The feast began everyone buzzing and talking to you and the boys from Durmstrang. 4 men carried in a large gold tower directed by the squib. They put it down on the podium where Dumbledore once stood.

"Your attention please!" His voice boomed over the buzzing of everyone.

"Id like the say a few words. Eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three... extremely dangerous tasks. For this reason, the ministry seen fot to impose a new rule. To explain all this, we have the head of the department of international magical cooperation, Mr. Bartemius Crouch."

Thunder crashes and the ceiling sky opens up into an aggressive thunderstorm! Everyone starts screaming and you throw your hands over your ears. Then a burst of electricity shoots out of someones wand restoring the ceiling to its formal peaceful night sky. Your eyes shut to the change in light and you see the wizard who fixes the ceiling, Mad-eye moody.

"Bloody hell, a death eater AND a former Auror in the same building?!"

You look at Jadis who looks just as concerned as you do. Mad eye was a scary looking fellow. Chunky with medium length brown hair, he walked with a heavy limp and worst of all? He had a large fake eye that wizzed around in his head. Frankly made you sick to look at. He limped up to the podium and shook Dumbledores hand. Mad eye stepped to the side and pulled out a strange flask and took a large sip of something that didn't look like it tasted very good judging on his facial expression. Mr. Crouch approached the large gold tower and faced the great hall and cleared his throat.

"After due construction, the ministry has concluded that, for their own safety, no studen under the age of 17--

"WHAT NO"

"YOU CANT BE SERIOUS?!"

--shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard tournament. This decision is final!

"THATS RUBBISH!"

The great hall erupted with cries of protests, insults hurled at Crouch and the ministry.

"S I L E N C E!" Dumbledore boomed.

The room fell silent.

Dumbledore raised his want and slowly migrated it down the gold tower reveling a large bronze challis. A blue flame erupted from the top of it.

"The goblet of fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament, need only white their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it into the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment, the Triwizard tournament has begun." Dumbledore returned to his seat, snapped his fingers again and a large bouquet of deserts appeared in front of them, dirty dishes gone, dinner gone. The buzzing of questions has slowly died down everyone was getting tired from their long trips to the school. Soon everyone slowly started filing out of the great hall, full and ready for bed. You finish eating, Jadis left you long ago, and head out towards the Beauxbatons makeshift common room. Suddenly someone grabs you and pulls you down a dark side hallway. You try to yelp but someone places a hand over your mouth shushing you. Your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness of the hallway and you make out his White blond hair and grey/silver eyes, Draco Malfoy.

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AN: hey! Thanks for reading chapters 2!

I hope you like it! Sorry for the cliff hanger x3

Feedback is welcome!

Hope to see you in chapter 3!

✨✍️🪄 Magnolia Malfoy✨✍️🪄

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never did this so here's a proper introduction/abt me post <3

ABOUT ME

Theo or Theodore

16 1/2

August Leo

Scorpio rising, Sag moon

Slytherin

INTJ

Autism, ADHD, OCD, anxiety, depression, anorexia

Writer, artist, reader

FANDOMS

It (Seen Ch. One 23 times, Ch. Two 3 times)

Stranger Things (Seen 2 times)

Harry Potter (Read 20+ times)

Grey's Anatomy (Seen 4 times)

Adventure Time (Seen 2+ times)

The Maze Runner (Seen TMR 5 times, read it 3 times, seen TST 3 times, read it 2 times, seen TDC 4 times, read it 3 times, read TKO 2 times, read TFC 3 times)

Twilight (seen 1 time)

One Direction (seen the movie 1 time)

Red, White, & Royal Blue (read 3 times)

Gravity Falls (seen 2 times)

Friends (seen 9 times)

Heartstopper (seen 3 times)

Young Royals (seen 1 time)

I Am Not Okay With This (seen 1 time)

Descendants (seen 3+ times)

Teen Wolf (seen 1 time)

Over The Garden Wall (seen 4+ times)

Luca (seen 6 times)

Sabrina: The Teenage Witch (seen unknown amount of times)

SHIPS

Byler (Will Byers x Mike Wheeler - ST - fandom otp)

Steddie (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson - ST)

Ronance (Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler - ST)

Elmax (El Hopper x Max Mayfield - ST)

Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak - IT - fandom otp)

Stenbrough (Stan Uris x Bill Denbrough - IT)

Stozier (Stan Uris x Richie Tozier - IT)

Hanbrough (Mike Hanlon x Bill Denbrough - IT)

Stanlon (Stan Uris x Mike Hanlon - IT)

Stanlonbrough (Stan Uris x Mike Hanlon x Bill Denbrough - IT)

Kaspbrough (Eddie Kaspbrak x Bill Denbrough - IT)

Bichie (Bill Denbrough x Richie Tozier - IT)

Steddie (Stan Uris x Eddie Kaspbrak - IT)

Wolfstar (Remus Lupin x Sirius Black - HP - fandom otp)

Jegulus (James Potter x Regulus Black - HP)

Drarry (Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter - HP - fandom otp)

Linny (Luna Lovegood x Ginny Weasley - HP)

Scorbus (Scorpius Malfoy x Albus Potter - HP - fandom otp)

Newtmas (Newt x Thomas - TMR - fandom otp)

Schmico (Levi Schmitt x Nico Kim - GA - fandom otp)

Slexie (Mark Sloan x Lexie Grey - GA)

Calzona (Callie Torres x Arizona Robbins - GA)

Japril (Jackson Avery x April Kepner - GA)

Bubbline (Bonibel Bubblegum x Marceline Abadeer - AT - fandom otp)

Larry Stylinson (Louis Tomlinson x Harry Styles - 1D - fandom otp)

Luberto (Luca Paguro x Alberto Scorfano - Luca - fandom otp)

FAVORITE/COMFORT CHARACTERS

Will Byers (ST - fandom fav)

George O'Malley (GA - fandom fav)

Arizona Robbins (GA)

Lexie Grey (GA)

April Kepner (GA)

Ginny Weasley (HP - fandom fav)

Newt (TMR - fandom fav)

Marceline (AT - fandom fav)

Eddie Kaspbrak (IT - fandom fav)

Richie Tozier (IT)

Bill Denbrough (IT)

Stan Uris (IT)

Bill Denbrough (IT)

Alice Cullen (Twilight - fandom fav)

Remus Lupin (HP - fandom fav)

Sirius Black (HP)

Colin Morris-Jones (It's A Sin - fandom fav)

Stanley Barber (IANOWT - fandom fav)

Scorpius Malfoy (HP -fandom fav)

Albus Potter (HP)

Mal Bertha (Descendents - fandom fav)

Stiles Stilinski (TW - fandom fav)

Lydia Martin (TW)

Wirt (OTGW - fandom fav)

Greg (OTGW)

Luca Paguro (Luca - fandom fav)

Sabrina Spellman (STTW)

Salem Saberhagen (STTW - fandom fav)

FAVORITE CELEBRITIES

Taylor Swift (fav album speak now or evermore)

Louis Tomlinson (fav album walls)

Harry Styles (fav album debut)

Niall Horan (fav album flicker)

Liam Payne

Zayn Malik

Ryan Reynolds

Wyatt Oleff

Jaeden Martell

Finn Wolfhard

Jack Dylan Grazer

Sophia Lillis

Noah Schnapp

Chyler Leigh

Dove Cameron

Conan Gray (fav album kid krow)

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Hubert Prewett Makes an Entrance part 6

Minerva wished so much that she could call for the other house heads to meet her in her office, but she dutifully ignored the temptation. Let Albus have his surprise, for once. He hadn’t been able to give them such a nice one in absolutely ages. In any case, they all used the time before students arrived to finish planning and perhaps have a nap, fortifying nerves against the onslaught of noise in the Great Hall. The opening feast was not for the faint of heart, especially with so many children whose voices hadn’t yet dropped all screeching over one another.

Sometimes she really wondered at the utility of a great, high-ceilinged space. Wouldn’t smaller, lower-ceilinged dining rooms be more comfortable to one’s hearing? They’d certainly go through fewer headache relievers and nerve tonics. And they was just for the teaching staff. Poor Aurora just couldn’t cope with noise like that.

The castle didn’t lack for space. Minerva felt sure she could wrangle something for those students who hated bellowing at their neighbors. She probably ought to do something about the OWL and NEWT student dormitory arrangements in Gryffindor, as well. How well she remembered feeling as if she’d cheerfully murder everyone in the tower for five minutes of quiet.

Hogwarts could probably manage private study rooms. Did Ravenclaw already have them? She’d have to ask. She knew Slytherin did — Severus could be appallingly smug about the superiority of Slytherin’s dormitory arrangements. She shook her head over that as she arranged tea things on her desk. She might wish for the fortification of a single malt, but tea would have to suffice. They’d gather after dinner and introductions for a digestif and a good gossip over the additions to their houses. She could wait until then.

Bugger it. She’d have to spend a year listening to Pomona bemoaning the staff room after dinner coffee yet again. She never did take one’s suggestion to make it her bloody self. For some reason, the elves who waited on the staff room never learnt to make proper coffee. They had a way with a liqueur and made heavenly tea, but coffee was beyond them.

Sometimes she blamed that odd elf who’d spent some time in the kitchen oh, ages ago now. He’d worked at one of those bizarre Kellogg’s facilities in the states at some point and had Ideas about proper food. Grater, he’d called himself. Poor fellow took it hard when whole grains and no sugar had no appreciable effect on teenage libido. Albus found him a lovely place, though, in that vegetarian rest cure home in Scunthorpe. The quality of coffee took a direct hit with his arrival and never quite recovered.

Minerva startled, sloshing tea into her saucer, at a sharp tapping on the widow. She set the mess down and went to it, opening the owl pane for a ruffled looking bird. It hopped through, fluffed itself to tidy up, and held out an imperious foot. Minerva smiled and took the attached letter.

“Thank you very much. Would you like to rest or were you asked to wait?” She gestured at the perch she kept for visitors.

The owl hooted at her and hopped back out the window by way of answer.

“Well then.” She closed the pane and went to her desk, absently waving her wand at the sloppy teacup to tidy it as she sat.

Dear Deputy Headmistress:

It has come to my attention that a long-lost member of my family is on his way to Hogwarts. His father has fully apprised me of the situation, but I do not wish to wait until the winter holidays to meet the boy. I will arrive tomorrow morning with his father. Please let Hubert and his cousins know to expect my arrival.

Might I have use of an empty classroom? There are family matters which must be discussed immediately. In addition to that, I may take Hubert out of school for a few hours if his wardrobe is not adequate. I have good reason to believe it will not suffice.

I look forward to seeing you again, Professor McGonagall. You were always a delight to have in my class.

If you wish to help an old woman have some fun, you may want to keep my incipient arrival to yourself.

With sincere thanks,

Muriel, Dowager Prewett

Minerva read the letter again. She smiled, slow and feline, and just stopped herself from racing out the door to share the news with Severus. She’d let him know this evening that he could expect some fun upon the morning. He so rarely got to enjoy anything during the school year. Slytherin always had been a house that required a good deal of attention.

---------------------------------------------------

“Will I fit in, dressed as I am?” Granger asked. “We…my parents and I…got the impression that Hogwarts was just a bit more conservative than even the old public schools but the uniform would be all right. Now, though…my clothes certainly don’t look like yours, Bulstrode.”

Bulstrode, Malfoy, and Longbottom shared a look.

“You don’t look like you’re from the magical world, if that’s what you’re asking.” Bulstrode answered carefully, booting Malfoy in the ankle again. “The uniforms were copied from a non-magical school, I believe.”

“I am going to bruise,” Malfoy complained.

“We’ll get you a nice bruise balm when we arrive,” Bulstrode patted his knee. “Magical clothes look different, Granger. If you prefer skirts then they should be longer. Did you purchase the whole uniform or just the closed work robes?”

“Professor McGonagall told us to get the uniform,” Granger said, drawing her brows down. “Should it have been the closed robes?”

“That’s what just about every magical born student will purchase. We’re used to something like that over our other clothes. Do you sew?” Bulstrode sounded thoughtful.

Granger opened her mouth to answer and shut it again at a knock on the compartment door. Ron, who sat closest, slid the door open to reveal a girl on the other side.

“Is Millicent Bul—Mills I’ve been looking simply everywhere for you!” She managed to flounce in place.

Hugh never saw someone manage that before. Not without looking an idiot, anyway.

“Hello, Pansy. Would you like to come in? I think we have room,” Millicent smiled fondly at her.

Everyone shifted at that to make some space. Hugh wondered if the compartments were magic, too, because it seemed like the space grew just enough to accommodate the girl.

“This is Pansy Parkinson. We’ve known each other for ages.” Bulstrode stood to make introductions. “Pansy, this is Ron Weasley, Hugh Prewett, and Hermione Granger. You know Draco. Oh, and Percy Weasley is in the corner pretending he isn’t here.”

“We just found Hugh this morning. If he disappears before we get to Hogwarts my Aunt Muriel might murder me,” Percy explained. “It’s very nice to meet another first year, Miss Parkinson.”

“It’s lovely to meet all of you.” Parkinson sat by Bulstrode. “I am in desperate hope that you’re all inclined to sensible conversation. I’ve been in with Daphne Greengrass, Cecily Gotobed, and Hillary Althorpe and it’s been nothing but split ends and how do my robes look from the back since we sat down.”

“Er, we were discussing Granger’s wardrobe,” Malfoy admitted. “Not how they look from the back, though.”

“Only because I wasn’t born in the magical world and we were told the uniforms would be fine. I’m not so sure now,” Granger added.

“That’s a much more sensible conversation than twittering on about Harry Potter and they hoped he’d be ever so handsome. Wretched. If I were him I would be tutored at home. Well, stand up a moment Granger, please?”

Hugh hid a grin at Parkinson’s brisk tone. He thought he might like her, once he got to know her a bit better. Granger stood and turned about when Parkinson told her to.

“You don’t look tragic, at least,” Parkinson decided, after a moment of quiet. “You know what colors suit, which helps a great deal. Do you think your parents would mind us outfitting you properly?”

“Well…” Granger stopped to think. “I don’t think so. They weren’t entirely sure of the uniforms either, but we hadn’t much time if we wanted to have enough for the book store. It was an extremely busy day.”

“We’ll have to take you around London if it’s bookstores you’re after.” Draco sounded more than a bit excited himself. “You’ll probably adore Hatchard’s. Flourish’s might have told them to have a look out for you. They do that sometimes.”

“Oh, you have Hatchard’s too?” Hermione looked to go off into transports of delight.

“It’s all very exciting, I’m sure. We’ll…we can plan an excursion over the winter holiday.” Pansy cut off further discussion of bookstores. “Does Prewett need some help as well?”

“I reckon Aunt Muriel’s going to visit tomorrow. She’ll do whatever needs done.” Ron smiled at her. “I wouldn’t like to be the one who pipped her to the post.”

“In that case, we can concentrate on Granger.” Pansy produced a thick catalog seemingly from nowhere. “Although it might be a good idea to have a look through, Prewett. That way you’ll know what you’re looking at.”

“Where…” Hugh broke in, staring. Even with all the magic of Diagon, he hadn’t seen anything like that.

“Oh, yes. Mother got me a pocket with expansion charms and places for me to store my ink and quills and everything,” Pansy explained. “I had to beg ever so hard for it but once I convinced Mother that a book bag would make me round-shouldered she gave in. Aunt Aggie approving of it probably made the difference, but I like to think I’m persuasive.”

“I expect those sorts of pockets won’t work with the uniform, will they?” Granger asked.

“Not as they are now, no,” Bulstrode answered. “We could take a pocket off, though, and make it a pocket slit instead if your parents don’t want to re-outfit you. I think I need to ask mother if she’d mind sending me one of those pockets, too.”

“Mother didn’t like it because the pockets are keyed to one person and she’s a snoop. Aunt Aggie said I was due a little privacy in my life so of course mother had to give in.”

“Could anyone get something like that?” Hugh asked, making a note about pockets. “Or is it only for girls? Witches?”

“Witchcraft and Wizardry are magical paths, Prewett, not…sexes.” Longbottom went slowly pink as he spoke. “And there are plenty of folk who wear skirted robes. All kinds of clothes are normal here.”

“So there isn’t really girls’ clothing and boys’ clothing?” Hugh made some notes, frowning.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that?” Longbottom didn’t sound terribly sure of himself. “Er…like you might wear a full-skirted kirtle or houppelande that non-magicals might see as girls’ styles, but you probably wouldn’t wear Granger’s uniform if you were brought up magical. I don’t think there are any hard rules, though. Not that I’ve heard Gran complaining about, anyway.”

“My Aunt Aggie mostly wears suits with trousers because she likes them best. She says clothing divisions are made up nonsense. Once you get out of periods where everyone wore long tunics and things like that it gets murkier. I don’t think I’ve seen any boys dressing like Millicent does, but it isn’t as if there’s a rule.” Pansy tapped her chin with the magazine, her eyes sparkling. “I’ve just had such a good idea!”

“Is it likely to get us all into trouble?” Granger asked.

Bulstrode looked approvingly at her. “Knowing Pansy, yes.”

“I don’t think we’d be breaking any rules…or hardly any. What if Prewett and Granger switched uniforms? They’re about the same size? Please? I never get to be the mastermind of anything fun,” Pansy wheedled.

“I suppose I could say that I was told to get the uniform and no one told me which one,” Hugh spoke slowly, thinking it through. “I was alone for the fitting and I don’t think anyone would remember, really.”

“By the time Madame Malkin got to me everyone else had gone on to wands,” Hermione admitted. “And she only had a few minutes to fit everything before the next group was scheduled. One of the parents in my group asked so many questions that it put everyone behind.”

“Neither of you have to do anything you don’t want to,” Ron spoke decidedly. “It would be funny, but not if it’ll make you uncomfortable.”

Percy snored ostentatiously from his corner.

“Of course we wouldn’t want you doing anything that you’d hate,” Pansy agreed, looking a bit crestfallen. “Only if you think it’s funny.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Hugh said. “It would be a bit funny and it wouldn’t be hurting anyone. Would think me and Granger are taking the mickey about magical culture, though?”

“They likely would,” Malfoy agreed. “People can be terribly sensitive about it, you know? If they see you make an effort and you get it a bit wrong, that’s one thing. You arriving in Granger’s uniform before they know you won’t make a good first impression.”

“Well, we can forget my brilliant idea, then.” Pansy flopped onto Millicent’s shoulder.

“What about just Granger in trousers?” Hugh asked. “Me in a skirt might put them out, but what about Granger wearing an extra pair of my trousers?”

“No one said I had to wear a skirt,” Granger said. “I just asked for the Hogwarts uniform and they gave me one.”

“Would you mind wearing trousers?” Malfoy asked. “And do sit up, Pansy. We can think about it for Guy Fawkes’ or something like that. Perhaps the Feast of All Fools would be better?”

“Alright.” Pansy straightened up. “I’m sure we can come up with a better plan before either of those days. Something really sensational!”

“Right, so I’ll wear Prewett’s extra pair of trousers and—”

“Granger, if you’re going to wear my clothes you could probably call me Hugh,” he interrupted. “And if we’re going to be scheming together, then we should all be on a first name basis.”

“Dunno what our dads are going to say about it, Draco, but I think I’d like it.” Ron stood and offered his hand to Draco, swaying with the movement of the train.

“I said I wanted to be my own person,” Draco reminded himself. He stood and took Ron’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ron. I intend to be quite a different person from my father.”

“This is all very nice, but could someone please explain about the branches of magic? We can dissect my wardrobe later,” Hermione pleaded with the compartment in general. “That information wasn’t anywhere I looked!”

#hubert prewett makes an entrance #hp society/the ton #hp the season au #hp the season/the ton au #harry potter #minerva mcgonagall

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