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alight-with-happiness · 3 years

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Sometimes I get so mad when I remember that Colin Creevey literally fucking gave his life (at sixteen!!) for Harry and Harry still chose to name his kid after Snape instead. Because do you know who does deserve the 'Bravest Man I Ever Knew' title? Yes, that's right, Colin Creevey. (And a whole bunch of other characters too but this is Colin's post because it makes me sad how under-appreciated he is.)

Here is a list of reasons why Colin Creevey deserves all the love in the world:

Snuck out of bed (aged only eleven!) to attempt to visit Harry in the hospital wing and bring him grapes despite knowing something dangerous was in the school

Despite being petrified, still returned to school the following year

Was so excited about his younger brother being sorted into Gryffindor too

Tried over-enthuastically to take pictures of everything at Hogwarts (don't lie we'd all do the exact same)

Supported Harry during the Triwizard Tournament from the start, even when most of the school was against him.

He and Dennis tried to bewitch the 'Potter Stinks' badges so that they said 'Support Harry Potter' instead. I can't these kids, absolute legends

Was petrified while attempting to bring Harry grapes!!!

Believed Harry about Voldemort being back when almost the whole Wizarding World was calling Harry a liar.

Joined the DA and fought against Umbridge when he was only fourteen.

Managed to master the Impedimenta Jinx and the Full Body Bind Curse after only three DA meetings.

Was literally one of Harry's no. 1 supporters the entire series.

Did I mention the grapes moment??? How kind and sweet and thoughtful🥺

Was forced into hiding with his brother during his sixth year, as he was a muggleborn — at age sixteen, he was on the run from the Ministry.

Despite the danger, he returned for the final battle of Hogwarts to give his support to Harry. He was only sixteen but he still died fighting so that Voldemort could be defeated.

Colin Creevey, who always supported Harry, even when the rest of the Wizarding World was against him, was fiercely loyal until the end, gave his life in the Battle of Hogwarts when he was only sixteen and Harry turns round and named his kid Albus Severus. What sort of fuckery is this??

Look me in the eye and tell me that Severus Snape deserves to be named 'The Bravest Man,' over Colin Creevey. I fucking dare you.

TL;DR: Severus Snape is a dick. Colin Creevey deserves the world.

I bet you Harry's entire Gringotts fortune that Colin would've been at Hagrid's 'support Harry Potter' party in DH if he could've been.

#he would've co-organised it #still fuming about albus severus #after all these years? always. I'm always fuming #colin creevey supremacy #colin deserves better #smh #colin rubeus potter #arthur colin potter #colin remus potter #do you see harry you have options #healthy bit of snape hate in here too #one can never have too much snape hate #harry potter #colin creevey #lightning era

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nymhadora-archive · 6 years

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moodboards: colin creevey

I’m - I’m Colin Creevey. I’m in Gryffindor too. D’you think - would it be all right if - can I have a picture?

@hogwartshousesnet january event: minor characters

#deserved so much better #hpedit #harrypotteredit #harry potter #colin creevey #hogwartshousesnet #hogwartsschoolnet #sophiesfamily #mayasfam #usersophie #usertash #meraudurs #mymoodboards #myedit

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lexigreys · 7 years

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@potterversenet members event: favorite characters ♡ colin creevey

I never knew all the odd stuff I could do was magic till I got the letter from Hogwarts.

#colin creevey #hpedit #hpminorcharnet #potterversenet #harrypotternetwork #*mine #*edits #my angel :(((((((#i adore him so much!!!!!!!!!#he deserved so much better!!!!!!!!!

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pa1nkill3r · 3 years

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It’s My Party [F.W]

[Pairing:] Fred Weasley x GN!Non Gryffindor!Reader, (slight) Fred Weasley x Angelina Johnson

[Summary:] Y/H has won the 1993 interhouse quidditch cup as Y/N, the house’s keeper, gleefully shoved it in their boyfriend, Fred Weasley’s face. Prideful as ever, Fred decided that he can’t be the only sore loser between the two of them.

[Warnings:] angst, Fred being immature, off canon, mentions of smut, not a happy ending, swearing, (please lmk if there’s more :)

[Word Count:] ≈1.4k

[Song:] It’s My Party- by Lesley Gore

[A/N:] please no Angelina slander. Y/H = your house. The first fic I will be posting will be ANGST?? idk what to think about this tbh but i just really want to post a fic out of the many in my drafts so let’s hope this goes alright :D

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Gryffindor’s are chivalrous. Evident in the way Fred Weasley has mastered the art of seduction as he made gallant efforts of persuading the inhospitable Y/N to be his.

Gryffindor’s are courageous, as he and his brother gave their all into their final game that would lead Gryffindor to victory. Hitting bludger after bludger and making sure they do not give Alicia Spinnet another nose bleed.

And Gryffindor’s are determined, so much so as their loss has made them into sore, sore losers.

The Gryffindor’s are pissed and Oliver Wood took to punching the soil. Harry Potter let go of his firebolt and covered his face in frustration. Angelina Johnson took the same approach, aggressively wiping sweat off her face and crouching down to her knees. Not a single damn in the world if her trousers get grubby. Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell held onto their broomsticks as they placed their foreheads on its end, frustrated tears trickling down their faces.

The sound of wood plopped down onto the dirt as Fred and George Weasley threw their beater's bats and clean sweeps aside. A deathly look splattered across their once haughty exterior.

All of their vigorous training, late nights and early mornings, all of their valiant efforts, all for nothing. They have lost.

What’s worse was that the opposing team was dripping with ecstasy rather than tears or whatever’s on Johnson’s slacks. 3 houses were beaming, but not for the house of red and gold like they wanted.

It pained Fred that they lost. It hurt him to feel angry and resentful of the prideful smile that graced Y/N’s beautiful lips. Those sweet sweet lips he kissed once, twice, a hundred times now looked so pungent. The fact that the smile he's looking at was full of mock instead of sincerity for his loss made every drop of his blood boil.

Y/N's eyebrows raised once they saw their lover, giving him a cheerful smile and a shoulder shrug. Their hand gripped onto their broom as the other held their soaking leather helmet. They shook their head in celebration, droplets of sweat shooting from the ends of their hair.

They truly looked beautiful, especially with the warm rays of sunlight gracing their skin and robes; Fred was breathless. His heart was thumping so hard from rage as his breathing was suppressed.

He didn't think losing to his partner's house ESPECIALLY if his partner is part of the competition would affect him so negatively, but it did. He wanted to feel happy for them. Genuinely happy for them. But he couldn't, or at least at that moment.

And before he knew it, Y/N was being dragged away by their teammates, whilst roars of celebration followed suit. He wouldn't have a chance to be with them alone now, and probably for the better.

The tension in the Gryffindor common room could be cut smoothly with a butter knife or Colin Creevey's safety scissors. The silence was uncomfortable and Fred's lips were all pouty, leg bouncing up and down, and arms wrapped around his torso.

His mind was clouded with rage as well as a longing to see them, to enrage them like what they did to him, he wanted them to feel how he felt the moment they gave him a cheeky smirk knowing, KNOWING how much Gryffindor wanted to win. To be the one to give their head of house the cup they utterly deserve.

He stood, grabbing a girl's wrist, "Angelina. Come with me, will you?"

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"Kind of weird not seeing you grinding on Weasley right now, Y/N." Y/N's teammate joked, making Y/N choke on their butterbeer. "Like— he looked pissed. Every one of them did. But like— I dunno, I expected more from angry Fred, y'know? Maybe like angry fucks or something?—" Their teammate continued, making Y/N chortle even harder. If there was such a thing as getting drunk on butterbeer, this would be it.

"—maybe even a heated make out session?"

"Fucking hell, why in the world are you talking about my love life? MINE?" Y/N asked light heartedly, getting a shoulder shrug and a mocking glance of their teammate's eye.

"All seriousness though, Y/N. It's weird not seeing him here. He'd still appreciate you, you know? You did amazing!"

Y/N thought about it, but knowing Fred's quick temper, he's most likely cooling down before he meets them at their house party. "He's probably just pissed off. Or maybe they’re trying to stop Wood from drowning himself again, I don't know. There's endless amounts of possibilities when it comes to Gryffindors." Their teammate nodded in agreement and went back to the usual chatting.

Every minute that passed by without Fred showing his freckled face felt like a stab in the chest. They've never ghosted him when Gryffindor won against them, why's he doing this to them now?

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"Fred?! Or is this George? OY WEASLEY? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU TAKING ME?" yelled Angelina, being dragged out by an angry red head with a face redder than his hair.

"Just trust me, Johnson." he said breathless, speed walking his way through the halls, Angelina in toe. Dragging her towards the Y/H common room.

He reluctantly took off a wire wrapped ring Y/N made for him and placed it on the pads of his fingers. "Wear this."

"Why?!" asked Angelina angrily. "What are you on about Fred? Didn't Y/N make this?!" Not answering or even giving her words a single thought, he put the ring on the nearest finger he could reach, held her hand, and made his way into the entrance.

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The party was going beautifully, just like every single one that preceded it. It was going as smoothly as a butterbeer running down a drinker’s throat. But something is wrong with the butterbeer. It hit hard. It was bitter. It was burning.

Y/N’s shoulder was tapped by the person next to them, their finger pointing towards the entrance of the common room.

Who in their right mind would put firewhisky in a place no one asked it to be in?

“This party’s beautiful! How come you don’t make Gryffindor party’s this nice?” Angelina said, fingers relaxed in the hand of Y/N’s boyfriend. The man they’ve been with since third year. Now holding onto a pretty girl’s hand instead of theirs.

And to add insult to injury, a bronze glint shone on her finger, as well as a purple bead. Angelina’s wearing his ring loosely on her thin, nimbly finger.

Y/N froze in their seat, simply staring at the two of them. They looked like they belonged together really. They really did. They looked like royalty, and every time Angelina pointed at something it looked like she was giving a wave.

It broke them. It finally broke them. The cold Y/N, the stony Y/N, the frigid fucking Y/N broke as a tear ran down their cheek. Shit. He broke them.

“Hey Y/N!” The beautiful Gryffindor chaser waved cheerfully and innocently as she spotted the beater’s partner. But they didn’t respond cheerfully back. Instead, a half empty mug of butterbeer was left at the place they once sat and a fuming Y/N walked away.

Angelina stood confused until she felt a weight in one of her hands. “What the hell, Fred?” She let go of his hand as soon as it hit her. “Are you using me to make Y/N jealous?! What the fuck is that for?!”

He didn’t answer. It was as if at that instant his once clouded mind became sober. Once drunk with rage now sober with guilt. Yeah, what the fuck was that for?

“I’m going to find them because apparently you don’t have the fucking decency to do so.” She spat to his face, taking off the ring he put on her finger, throwing it to his face, and following the sounds of sorrow.

And there the red head stood, face as pale as a ghost and as guilty as a criminal awaiting his charges, knowing, KNOWING that no one would bail him out now. Several heads were looking at him at that moment, but he couldn’t give a single fucking damn.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x ravenclaw!reader #fred weasley x slytherin!reader #fred weasley x hufflepuff!reader #fred weasley angst #fred weasley fic #angelina johnson #i'm scared this isn't that good but kjsdnfjbdj

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wormicus-basilicus-del-mondo · 2 years

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Debunking 'Hermione is cruel for trapping Rita Skeeter in a Jar'

I've been seeing a lot of hate towards Hermione because she trapped Rita Skeeter in a jar. I don't believe that she was entirely right, it's the hate she gets that baffles me. So, I've done an analysis on this incident and debunked the blind hate.

Firstly, Skeeter locked horns with Harry when she falsely wrote that he was proud about entering the tournament. Next, she wrote awful stuff about Hagrid which led to him receiving hate mails. Hermione noticed this and she couldn't tolerate with her annoying behaviour. She was unfortunately another victim of Skeeter's journalism.

Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts. His close friend, Colin Creevey, says that Harry is rarely seen out of the company of one Hermione Granger, a stunningly pretty Muggle-born girl who, like Harry, is one of the top students in the school.

Hermione didn't mind this initially but when she decided to call out on Skeeter, she landed into a bigger situation.

Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to have a taste for famous wizards that Harry alone cannot satisfy. Since the arrival at Hogwarts of Viktor Krum, Bulgarian Seeker and hero of the last World Quidditch Cup, Miss Granger has been toying with both boys’ affections. Krum, who is openly smitten with the devious Miss Granger, has already invited her to visit him in Bulgaria over the summer holidays, and insists that he has “never felt this way about any other girl.”

She also begins to receive hate mails for this.

You are a WickEd giRL. HarRy PotTER desErves BeTteR. GO back wherE you cAMe from mUGgle. “They’re all like it!” said Hermione desperately, opening one letter after another. “‘Harry Potter can do much better than the likes of you... ’ ‘You deserve to be boiled in frog spawn... ’ Ouch!” She had opened the last envelope, and yellowish-green liquid smelling strongly of petrol gushed over her hands, which began to erupt in large yellow boils. “Undiluted bubotuber pus!” said Ron, picking up the envelope gingerly and sniffing it. “Ow!” said Hermione, tears starting in her eyes as she tried to rub the pus off her hands with a napkin, but her fingers were now so thickly covered in painful sores that it looked as though she were wearing a pair of thick, knobbly gloves.

Had she avoided Skeeter, like Ron had advised, she wouldn't have faced all this mess. But if she did, it wouldn't have been Hermione. Naturally, she's someone who'd love to unnecessarily investigate things that no one would.

If you think this was none of Hermione's business, I'll tell you why. Rita Skeeter is a ruthless journalist who would go any means to degrade someone and add false claims to her story. All she needed was a story, whether it was factually correct or not. The Ministry wasn't bothered about her journalism and reporting to them is useless, because she already has a strong base under her. Especially if you’re a Hogwarts student, it’s as good as screaming in a sound-proof room.

Hermione got suspicious about Skeeter's mysterious ways of finding private conversations. Later on, she discovered that Skeeter was an unregistered Animagus and that's how she had been collecting her information. Using this, Hermione threatened her to not spread information against anyone or she'll report her for being an unregistered Animagus. She trapped her in a jar when she found her in the Animagus state.

“I’ve told her I’ll let her out when we get back to London,” said Hermione. “I’ve put an Unbreakable Charm on the jar, you see, so she can’t transform. And I’ve told her she’s to keep her quill to herself for a whole year. See if she can’t break the habit of writing horrible lies about people.”

Perhaps it was wrong of Hermione to lock a person-transformed-into-an-animal in a jar. But Rita Skeeter deserved it for the horrible stuff she had written about Harry, Hermione, Hagrid and many others whom we don’t know. She was illegally acquiring information and happened to an unregistered Animagus, which for sure is an unacceptable crime. Hermione trapped her in the jar for only a few days. It couldn’t have been very long because some may have noticed if an famed journalist is missing for several days. Unlike popular belief, it was only for a few days and she didn’t starve her to death or anything, she gave her some food and water, the twigs said it all.

Okay, I just went wayyyyyy back in time to check the day the third task took place i.e., 24th of June. Hermione found Skeeter on the same day she visited Harry in the hospital wing.

So, 24th says it’s a Friday and it was mentioned in the book that Harry met Hagrid on a Thursday afternoon since the third task. If I’m not mistaken, the Leaving Feast must either be on 30th or 1st of August because it sounds more accurate and precise. Then, according to the calculations, Rita Skeeter stayed in the jar for approximately a week.

There, I would say that Rita Skeeter deserved what she got and Hermione did go a bit out of the way to do this. But this experience didn't stop her from writing horrible stuff again. I'm not saying that Hermione is fully justified, she did what she could and she doesn't deserve the hate for this incident.

P.S. any hate comments will not be replied to.

#harry potter #hp discourse #hermione granger #rita skeeter #anti hermione hate #anti rita skeeter #pro hermione granger #sighs of worm

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freddie-weaselbee · 3 years

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April Fools//F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Silly pranks and a little angst, a tiny bit of small language

Summary: April 1st was a special day for many reasons, and it’s about to get a whole lot more special once Fred asks an important question.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Here’s a special fic for the twins birthday, as well as April Fools’ Day! Fourth fic in Abby’s Week of Weasley.

~Abby’s Week of Weasley Masterlist~ ~Masterlist~

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March 31, 1995

For the third time that night, Angelina Johnson rolled her eyes at you and hit you with her pillow. Hard. So hard that you ended up toppling off of your bed due to the excited, unbalanced position you were in, practically standing at the edge of your bed.

“Angie!” you screamed from the floor, your smile cracking through the angry façade you were putting on.

“Oh you deserved it Y/N!” your roommate yelled. “If I have to hear you talk about Fred for one more minute I swear...”

“I second that,” said Alicia Spinnet from her bed, rolling her eyes for the umpteenth time that night. “Just grow a pair and ask him out already!”

“You’re crazy, absolutely insane,” you replied, climbing back onto your sheets only to be knocked down by your friend once again.

“Ok I swear I’m done now,” Angelina said through her giggles. “But Alicia’s right. It’s been two bloody years, why don’t you get up off your timid ass and actually do something? What could go wrong?”

“What could go wrong?”

Alicia groaned at your incredulous tone, knowing exactly what Angelina had just started. She covered her ears with her pillow, hoping to drown out the next barrage of rapid fire words from your mouth.

“Would you like the possibilities listed alphabetically or by order of significance?” you quipped, not giving either of the girls any time before you started again. “First of all, he would laugh at me. Then he’d realize how sad it was that I thought I actually had a chance with him and he’d make fun of me to the entire school. And you know that Fred can’t keep his damn mouth shut!”

The girls murmured in agreement, knowing firsthand to never tell Fred any secrets unless they wanted the entire student body and population of England to know as well.

“So he’d tell everyone,” you continued, “and they’d all make fun of me and talk about me behind my back. ‘Oh there goes poor Y/N, she’s so sad that she thought that the hottest guy in school would be interested in her! What a stupid stupid girl.’”

“I personally think his brother is hotter, but to each his own,” Angelina murmured.

“Bloody hell they’re identical twins, they’re practically the same,” said Alicia.

“They’re not the same,” you and Angelina replied in sync, turning to each other and giggling before you finished your rant.

“Anyways, the whole school would think I’m a moron, all of Fred’s family would think I’m a moron, and I’d probably be a laughing stock at The Burrow and I’d be too embarrassed to spend another summer there with everyone making fun of me! So that is why I will not be confessing my feelings any time soon.”

Your friends just sighed and rubbed their temples, used to hearing this kind of talk from you.

“You know you’re hot as fuck, right?” said Alicia, gesturing up and down and seeming to check you out.

“I know that,” you replied confidently. Something about being friends with Alicia and Angelina had brought out your confidence and you knew your self worth, but not when it came to the love of your life. “But there’s plenty of girls here who are hotter and haven’t had their hair held back by him while they threw up their guts into the toilet.”

Alicia choked on the drink she was sipping, remembering that party a few months ago. “Yeah, remind us not to let you have firewhisky again you lightweight.”

You tossed your pillow at her, making her spill her drink and grumble in your direction.

“Alright if you won’t tell him, why don’t you hint at it and hope for him to make a move?” Angelina suggested. “His birthday’s tomorrow, what did you get him?”

“I, umm, I didn’t have that much money, so I had to be more... creative about it.” You pulled a sweater from one of your drawers, a deep purple color with orange stitching along the sleeves and collar. “Molly taught me how to knit over the summer and I’ve been working on this ever since. Do you think he’ll like it?”

“That is the sweetest thing ever, Y/N,” said Angelina. “And Fred doesn’t care about money or wealth, I’m sure he’ll love it. Trust me, give him this and flirt with him all day tomorrow and I’m sure he’ll get the hint.”

“He hasn’t gotten it yet, and I’ve done nothing but flirt all year!”

“Then flirt harder,” said Alicia. “Give it all you have, and if it doesn’t work out then he’s a good for nothing prick. That’s how I live my life,” she said shrugging.

“Great advice, thanks,” you drawled. “But alright, I’ll try harder. Tomorrow’s gonna be a day to remember!”

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April 1, 1995

You and your roommates slowly snuck out of your room the next morning, being as quiet as humanly possible. On a normal day you wouldn’t bother to be this careful, but today was not a normal day. It was April 1st, the twins’ birthday. Also know as their favorite day of the year, April Fools’ Day.

Alicia stubbed her toe on one of the steps and let out a small peep, making you and Angelina turn to her in horror. Your cover was blown.

“Well, well, well,” came a voice from down the stairs. “What do we have here?”

You shoved Angelina in front of you, clutching the back of her uniform for dear life. “You go,” you whispered. “You’re the strongest.”

“No,” she said quickly, “Alicia’s the fastest, she can outrun them and cause a distraction!”

“You know I wouldn’t even make it out of the common room,” Alicia replied. “Y/N can go first, she can talk them out of doing anything.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed. “Like that’s ever worked before. I ended up going to bed to find a giant snake my sheets.”

“Well, someone has to go first!” Angelina hissed.

The three of you continued your argument in low voices, none of you wanting to be the first to face Fred and George's wrath. You were so caught up in your conversation that you didn’t even notice the figure behind you until they cleared their throat.

You all screamed and you tripped over Angelina, causing you all to tumble down the few last stairs. The second you made it to the bottom, you felt a warm, gooey liquid dripping down your head. Reaching your hand up to touch it, you saw that it was a green goop that was now covering you and your friends.

Laughter erupted from both sides of you. The person who had been standing behind you, who you now realized was George, was holding Colin Creevey’s camera and snapping a picture. Fred, standing practically over top of you, was doubled over clutching his stomach from laughing so hard.

You sighed and looked down, already defeated. “Happy birthday, Freddie.”

“I think you mean,” he said through giggles, “happy April Fools’ Day!”

Angelina and Alicia were shooting daggers at the twins, who were still laughing and snapping photos.

“This makes quite the pretty picture, doesn’t it Freddie?” George asked, showing him the camera.

“Ah, yes it does! Y/N, you look beautiful as ever darling, even covered in goo.”

You put your hands out, expected for him to help you stand up. Once he hoisted you to your feet you threw your arms around him, wiping as much substance as you could onto his clothes.

“Hey!” he said, trying to escape your death grip.

“What?” you asked innocently. “Can’t a girl hug her friend on his birthday?” You emphasized your words by grabbing some goo from your hair and reaching up to ruffle his, spreading it through his ginger locks.

“You’re a handful, love,” he said, finally giving up on escaping the revenge.

“But you can handle me, can’t you?” You winked at him and let him go, turning around to see George pinned to the ground by Angelina, face covered in green.

“I give, I give! I’m sorry!” She got off of him and offered him a hand up. You looked around at everyone to see that you all were a mess, covered head to two in Fred and George’s prank.

“Well,” said Alicia, “this is not how I wanted my morning to go, but I didn’t expect anything less. I’m gonna go get changed.”

“Me too,” said Angelina and George nodded as well, heading to their respective dorms.

This left only you and Fred. Your heart started pounding. How were you supposed to flirt even more than you usually did? Were you supposed to make a move, maybe confess your feelings?

“I, umm, I have your present upstairs,” you said finally. “It’s not very good, but I can go grab it for you now if you’d like. After I’m clean that is.”

He bumped your shoulder with his, making your heart beat even faster. “I’m sure I’ll adore it, love. And actually, I was wondering if I could ask you something?”

“Yeah, of course, what is it?”

Fred avoided eye contact, fidgeting with his messy uniform. “Umm, why don’t we hang out today and I can tell you then. We could maybe, go on a picnic for lunch? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

A large grin grew on your face, spreading slowly but surely. Maybe you didn’t have to be the one to make a move after all. “Of course I want to, Freddie! It’ll be fun.”

“Great!” he said relieved. “I’ll see you then.”

You nodded as he ran to catch up with George. As soon as he left the common room you nearly fell over, having to hold onto a wall to keep yourself up. You sprinted to your room, mind racing with exactly what you were going to wear this afternoon.

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“Hey, love,” Fred called from across the entrance hall. “You look great.”

You blushed a little, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and trying to subtly look him up and down. Fred had dressed a little nicer than usual for your picnic, which made you feel better about putting in so much effort yourself.

He came over and grabbed your hand in his, linking your fingers together and pulling you out the door. You wished your hands weren’t so clammy, and you hoped that Fred couldn’t tell.

He took you to a secluded part of the courtyard, the corner where most kids would go to make out. Was that what was happening? Did he want to kiss you?

Fred spread out a blanket and opened the picnic basket, containing both of your favorite foods.

“Looks so good Freddie,” you said. “Snuck into the kitchen again, didn’t you?”

“What can I say,” he shrugged. “Guy’s gotta eat.”

“You said like Ron.”

“Don’t ever insult me like that again, woman, or I will never speak to you”

You rolled your eyes at him and leaned back on your elbows. “Having Fred Weasley actually leave me alone for five minutes? That would be absolutely horrible. What would I do, not being able to hear about your pranks and projects?”

He leaned forward to tickle your sides, making you flail around and kick him away. “You’d be so desperate for me back, you’d probably lock yourself in your room all day.”

“Oh I’m sure,” you replied, sarcasm dripping from your tongue.

The two of you continued to eat and talk, mostly about his plans for his birthday and how he was going to terrorize his mum once he got home for the summer because he could now legally do magic outside of Hogwarts. After what felt like forever of laughing and rolling around on the blanket and grass, your curiosity was finally getting the best of you.

“Alright Fred, enough’s enough,” you said, turning partly serious. “Why did you ask me out here with you?”

Fred got nervous once again, grabbing some more food to shove in his mouth to buy him some time before answering.

“I’m waiting. What, you wanted to ask me out but got too nervous? Huh, is that it?” You were completely joking, but Fred didn’t seem to correct you. He just turned to you and gave you a small nod, shocking you to your core.

“What?” you asked, needing clarification.

“Uh, well, Y/N, there’s something important I need to say.” He looked jumpy and excitable, but there was also a cocky gleam in his eye, which was always present with the boy. “I’m madly in love with you. I have been since we were 15, and I just needed to let you know. I want to hold you and kiss you and grow old with you, my darling princess. Will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

You sat there in complete surprise. This couldn’t be real, could it? Fred Weasley had loved you since you were 15? The tingles you always got when he said something to yo couldn’t compare to what you were feeling now.

Fred opened his mouth in a wide grin about to say something, when you cut him off with a hug. “Oh Freddie, you don’t understand how happy that makes me! I’ve loved you for forever, you’re perfect. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”

You held him tighter, burying your face in his neck and soaking in the feeling of being Fred’s girlfriend. But Fred had a completely different feeling running through him.

He made eye contact with George, who was hiding in the bushes with his camera ready. He mouthed a question but Fred just shook his head in confusion. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You were supposed to laugh at him, become super uncomfortable. Fred knew that you only saw him as a friend and flirted with him jokingly. He’d never in a million years expect for you to confess your feelings back to him.

He didn’t know what to do. You were just so open and vulnerable, confessing everything you’d been holding back. So, acting against George’s frantic suggestions, he completed the hug, resting his head on the top of yours.

What was he supposed to do? You were his best friend, he couldn’t bear to see you get hurt. How was he supposed to tell you, that this was all an April Fools?

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Reunited || f.w.

Character: Fred Weasley x ghost!Reader

Summary: You're one of the Hogwarts ghosts, and you fall in love with Fred, but the only thing that separates you is the fact you're dead and he's not

Warnings: kinda sad :( still fluff tho

You were a ghost. Dead at the age of seventeen, from the first wizarding war. Sure, people were devastated when you died, but did you let that get you down?

No.

If someone was to walk around Hogwarts, the only response to getting a bucket of slime dumped over their head would be either "Y/N!" Or "Peeves!"

Most of the time it was you, but dont tell them you've been throwing Peeves under the bus.

It's impossible for someone to not have heard of you before. Especially in the Weasley household, where Bill and Charlie Weasley told their smaller siblings stories about the ghost.

Percy hated you, so it wasn't a surprise when he would scoff or glower at his older siblings when they told stories about you.

Fred and George knew they would get on with you before they even got their Hogwarts letters. You were good friends with Bill and Charlie, so the stories you heard about the twins were always your favorite.

You watched the sorting of 1989 from the Gryffindor table, cheering along with your fellow housemates as one Gryffindor joined the table after the other. Finally, it got to the two people you were most anxious to meet.

"Weasley, Fred!"

One of the twins strutted all the way to the stool, and hopped on it with a devilish grin on his face.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

You cheered along with the other Weasley siblings as Fred eagerly joined the table. Before you could introduce yourself, another name was called.

"Weasley, George!"

He looked a little more nervous than his brother, but shared the same air of cockiness. He walked to the stool and say down. Almost just as fast, the sorting hat called out -

"GRYFFINDOR!"

More cheers rang out as George, looking relieved, made his way next to his brother.

"I'm Y/N L/N," you said, throwing them a wink.

"I'm George and this is -" George cut himself off, waiting for Fred to continue, but he never did. He just sat there with his mouth open, staring at you.

"Bill and Charlie never told me you were pretty!"

Seven years had passed since that day. Years of pranks with the twins, shameless flirting with Fred, and swapping secrets with George. But one year had passed since you fell in love with Fred. Who couldn't? He was charming, handsome, funny, everything you could ever wish for!

But, alas, he is alive, and you are not.

It broke you to see him take Angelina Johnson to the Yule Ball, but you couldn't do anything about it. And what would he do? Take a ghost to the ball? He had better options than that.

It's now the day of their grand escape.

"We won't be seeing you," said Fred, swinging a leg over his broom.

"Yeah, dont bother to keep in touch," George finished.

Fred looked around the room, eyes filled with pride as he watched the group of people watching.

"If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to ninety-three, Diagon Alley - Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," he said. "Our new premises!"

"Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat," added George, pointing at professor Umbridge.

"STOP THEM!" shrieked Umbridge, but too late, Fred and George had already started hovering in the air, and where about to fly out, when Fred turned around.

"Give her hell from us, Y/N."

And so you saluted them, a happy, yet sad grin on your face as you watched them fly out into the glorious sunset.

Everything after that day was different. Nobody had the same pranking skill level as the twins, but you sure had fun giving the toad what she deserved. People noticed a change in your demeanor ever since the Weasley Twins Great Escape. If students walked the empty corridors, they would see you sitting on the window sill, sadly looking out of it.

Sure, you were proud of the twins, but you would never see them again. Sure you could leave, but Hogwarts was way too important.

May 2, 1998. The Battle of Hogwarts is over. As you walk through the halls of the school, looking at the surrounding rubble of the place learned to be your second home, you come across a the Great Hall. Floating in, you look for familiar faces to see if they're alive. Sadness fills you as you see the body of Colin Creevey - you felt bad for the kid, and were one of the ghosts that didn't ignore him.

But then you laid your eyes on the Weasley family. Rushing over, the air would have left your lungs - if you had any. There lay the body of the one you loved.

Frederick Gideon Weasley.

Silent tears poured down your face as you looked at his face, his last laugh etched upon it. George just noticed you, and shook his head, not wanting to believe his twin brother - his partner in crime! - was dead. Not even looking back, you got up and slowly floated out of the hall.

Sobs wracked your body as you floated through the halls, looking for a quiet corridor. You were about to turn the corner when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

"Y/N?"

You whirled around at the sound of the familiar voice. Then you launched yourself into the persons arms. Fred chuckled, hugging you for the first time in his life.

"I thought you were gone," you whispered into his neck.

"I mean, you're a ghost. Pretty sure everyone also thought you were gone when you died," Fred rolled his eyes and you smacked his chest with the back of your hand.

Then something crossed your mind.

"Fred?"

"Hm?"

"Why'd you come back? You must have had a purpose for coming back."

He looked at you and smiled. "Well, I couldn't just leave the girl I've been in love with since my fifth year forever, can I?"

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wlntrsldler · 3 years

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hi love! i was wondering if you could do “false god” + cedric diggory? i hope you are having a great day ❤️

anon: omg can you do a cute little one about cedrics ghost watching over you during the battle of hogwarts (you’re part of Harry’s friend group) and then you die and reunite 🥺

A/N: i combined these two requests. i hope you guys don’t mind!

PROMPT: Cedric and Y/N finally reunite years after his death.

WARNINGS: mentions of death, major character death, angst

WC: 2K+

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false god (c.d one shot)

When Cedric thought about the afterlife, he never once expected it to be like this. He thought that he would be calm and serene, surrounded by white clouds and sounds of harps softly playing in the background. But the afterlife that Cedric was exposed to, was nothing like that.

Now, he spent his eternal days, with his heart crumbling in his chest as he watched you lose a part of yourself everyday since he died. He wanted nothing else but to yell and call out for you. He wanted to say, “My darling, you’re better than this. Don’t lose your life just because I’m gone.” It wasn’t fair of him to ask that of you, he knew that. Cedric knew that if the roles were switched— if you were the one in his shoes, he would be acting the same way as you.

Sometimes he felt selfish because he was relieved that he didn’t have to go through the pain of living life without you. Cedric lived his entire life with you by his side. Since you were kids, you were beside Cedric as your parents were friends with his. You took your first steps together, rode your brooms with one another, entered Hogwarts together. Merlin, both of your first words were a variation of each other’s names. Cedric knew, deep down in his heart, that he wouldn’t know how to live without you.

Cedric watched fondly as he saw Harry approach you. He was thankful that Harry looked after you after his death, no doubt knowing how close you and Cedric were when he was alive. You looked up at Harry, leaning against his chest as he wrapped a protective arm around you. Hermione and Ron stood off to the side, smiling sadly at you. The start of the year only reminded you more of Cedric’s death and in honor of it, you had a portrait of him hung in the Hufflepuff common room. You were made Head Girl this year and your first duty— which all of the Prefects and Head Boys and Girls agreed to— was to tell all the Hufflepuff first-years about Cedric.

Now, three months into the start of term, you saw many Hufflepuff students, both first years and older students who had known Cedric when he was alive, talk to the portrait. They sat there for hours, not caring if the image never spoke back. You understood why. The mere sight of Cedric’s contagious smile, the crinkles by his eyes, was enough to put anyone at ease. And if you closed your eyes and focused hard enough, you could hear the sound of his glorious laughter ringing throughout the common room.

“You ready?” Harry asked quietly, taking a quick glance at Cedric.

You nodded, ready to enter the Room of Requirement to train for Dumbledore’s Army. You pulled away from Harry and smiled at Cedric, “We’ll talk later, Ced? I love you.”

Cedric smiled to himself, wanting nothing else but to reach down and touch you. He replied, though you couldn’t hear him, “I love you.”

As the years passed, Cedric continued to watch over you. He saw you fight and grow into an amazing witch. You learned curses and charms that would’ve thrown Cedric’s head in a frenzy. And all Cedric could do was grin from above and clap his hands happily when you perfected casting your Patronus— a beautiful, Black Swan. He of course had to look it up— who knew there were books available in the afterlife?— and knew that it was perfect for you. You were passionate, driven, and kind with a heart so full of love, Cedric sometimes thought he was undeserving of it.

He watched you become a Healer St. Mungo’s, living off on your own in a humble flat, not too far from where the both of you grew up. He would listen intently as you talked to him before you went to bed, as if he was right there beside you the entire time. Cedric felt his heart flutter in his chest when he saw you putting up the Christmas ornaments that he made for you when he was 7 years old, too fond of muggle clay for his own good. The ornaments were wonky, and truth be told, they were ugly, but you put them up every year, without fail.

Cedric watched you live your life but he saw something that most people never saw— he saw you were tired. You were tired of fighting, tired of walking into work to find beds filled with witches and wizards of all ages— some were children— trying to get better because they were attacked, tired of living a life where you were alone, all the time. Despite how tired you were, Cedric knew you were going to keep fighting as long as there was a fight to win.

When the Battle of Hogwarts came around, there was this feeling in his stomach that told him everything he needed to know. He knew not everyone would make it out alive. For Merlin’s sake, look at him! He was killed like he was just a scrap of rubbish in the way of the Dark Lord, and perhaps, he was. Cedric watched as Sirius Black, Mad-Eye Moody, and even Professor Dumbledore, joined him in the afterlife. It was clear that the Dark Lord and his followers didn’t care who was hurt.

Cedric watched you limp into the Great Hall, bloody and exhausted, as you pushed past students running around trying to get to their loved ones. He saw you nearly throw up, when you saw the sides of the hall lined with bodies— bodies of students you knew during your time at Hogwarts and some who looked too young to even be exposed to a war like this. You walked down silently, saying prayers for the ones you lost in the battle.

To your left, you saw Professor Lupin and his wife, Tonks, on the floor, lifelessly, with their fingertips half an inch apart, as if they were trying to touch one last time before the end. You remembered how Professor Lupin teased you endlessly over your crush on Cedric. He was the first professor who noticed it, or maybe he was the first one to have the courage to say it out loud. You weren’t really discreet with your feelings and you were almost sure that Professor McGonagall was aware of it too, but Professor Lupin was the first one to tease you about it. He was the first one to hug you and welcome you into 12 Grimmauld Place when you joined the Order. You were the second person, after Harry, to find out that Tonks was pregnant with Teddy.

Ahead, you saw the Weasley family gathered around a body. Walking into this war, you knew you were going to lose some people, but never once did you expect to lose a Weasley. You knew that no matter how many of them there were, not one of them could be replaced. As you walked closer, you recognized the body as Fred Weasley. Beside him was his twin, crying quietly into the shoulder of Ron. It was Fred Weasley on the floor— the same bloke who made it his mission to make you laugh once more after the life was sucked out of you when Cedric died. You stood off to the side, an arm wrapped around Hermione.

Cedric remained silent, looking down at the casualties. Professor Lupin, Tonks, Fred Weasley, young, Colin Creevey with his camera still around his neck— they were all gone. Cedric hoped that he could promise them that the afterlife brought peace, but he knew he couldn’t do that, because ever since he arrived, he found no peace until he knew you were alright.

A hand touched his shoulder, and he looked up to see a smiling Fred Weasley. The redhead spoke, “You alright there, mate?”

“Yeah,” Cedric chuckled, pulling him in for a hug. “I appreciate you looking after Y/N.”

“No worries. It seems like you’ve been looking after her too,” he commented, peeking at the display in front of Cedric. “Godric, Georgie’s a bit of a sap, isn’t he?”

He laughed because only Fred Weasley would make a joke during a time like this. Fred gave a goofy smile and patted Cedric’s back before he walked away, leaving Cedric alone again. As the war picked up again, Cedric focused on you, making sure that you were safe— whatever safe meant in a war zone. When Harry leaped out of Hagrid’s arms, he saw the relief wash over every single person’s face. People fought harsher than before, knowing that the war would soon come to an end and it seemed that young Potter would rise as the victor.

The Deatheaters knew it too. Many of them began to retreat as they saw the Dark Lord stumble under Harry’s magic. For a split moment, Cedric was entranced by the fight between the two wizards, before you caught his eye again. You were smiling sadly, happy that the war was almost done. Harry was going to win. The fight was won.

And that’s Cedric saw it. You broke down your walls.

“Avada Kedavra!”

You didn’t move or try to counter it. You let the curse hit you and you drifted away with the same smile on your face. You knew you weren’t needed down there anymore. The war was finished. Now, you needed to take care of yourself and join the others. You had to pick up the pieces of yourself that you lose over the years.

When the display ceased to be nothing, Cedric frantically looked around, afraid that he had lost you. But it was the opposite, because not more than a second later, your soft touch landed on his back and there you were. He breathed out a sigh of sadness because you deserved to live, a long and happy and fruitful life. You didn’t deserve to be here so early. He shook his head in disbelief and pushed you away, refusing to look into your eyes.

You were patient, of course, you always were. You kept your distance until Cedric had the courage to look at you. In your face, he saw you— the person that you were before his death. You were smiling with the smile that made Cedric fall in love with you in the first place. The burden of the war was no longer on your shoulders. You stood tall, finally breathing calmly instead of gasping for air to survive. Cedric understood then that your decision to not fight back was not because you wanted to die, but because you wanted to live.

The life that you had on the ground was not a life you saw for yourself, but this afterlife, was everything you could wish for and more. He approached you, hesitantly, afraid that you might reject him and Merlin, if you rejected him in the afterlife he wouldn’t know what he’d do. You were here for eternity. You made no moves to get away, instead you melted into his touch when his hand cupped your cheek.

“I should’ve said it when we were still alive,” Cedric confessed, whispering, hoping that if this was a dream, his quietness would cause it to last a bit longer. He continued, “I love you. And I’ve been in love with you since before I even knew what it meant to be in love. And I’ll continue to be in love with you until our life here comes to an end. I’ll love you even through this other lifetime— especially through this other lifetime.”

“Cedric Diggory, I’m so in love with you,” you replied, your lips touching his. “I know heaven's a thing. I go there when you touch me and this is the feeling I’ve been yearning for, for years. I’m so glad to be here with you, finally.”

He closed his eyes, pushing his lips against yours. And for the first time in years, you and Cedric finally knew of peace.

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One Way Or Another

Request: Hi there, I was wondering if I could get a Professor Snape x reader please? Where the reader is a fellow professor who just started at Hogwarts & they're married but no one knows about it, not even Dumbledore. And as time goes on, staff gets suspicious as wherever reader is, Snape isn't far behind. Students gets suspicious as with reader around, Snape seems much more pleasant to be around & doesn't snap as much. Until one day, something happened revealing their relationship. Your choice. TQ x

Warnings: age gap(?), you’re 21 and Snape is 38 (book/movie canon age)

Note: colin creevey is alive in this!!! that b didn’t deserve to die so im bringing him back. also, sorry I’ve been MIA lately, I literally feel as if I’m losing sense of time during quarantine, lol. I hope you guys enjoy this! WEAR YOUR MASKS!

It wasn’t very often that the students of Hogwarts saw Severus Snape smile; the times they did, it was probably when Slytherin won House Points or Gryfindor got in trouble for something. Either way, the chances of seeing him smile were incredibly rare.

Until you started teaching there.

Professor Flitwick had lived his prime, teaching Charms for a multitude of years and deciding to give his position to a student who graduated about 3 years ago. He remembered you, knowing you were top of his class and actually wanted to pursue a career in Charms later in life. So when he felt like his time was overspent at Hogwarts, an owl was sent your way immediately.

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Severus was surprised at first when the letter for you arrived at his doorstep - you usually never get mail. However, when he saw who it was from, he was even more confused. Professor Flitwick?

Well yes, he knew you were top of Flitwick’s class - and his, too, if he wants to brag - but did you still keep in touch with him?

Somehow summoning you, you came in through the front door, carrying a couple bags worth from a few stores within Hogsmeade. You knew Diagon Alley would be crowded with new - and current students - looking for school supplies, so you decided to go to the small town instead.

Seeing your husband standing at the kitchen table looking at something quite confusingly, you set your bags down and headed over to him; “everything alright, my love?”

Taking a glance at what he was holding in his hands, you hummed, “ah, Professor Flitwick. He and I have been talking about me taking his place this year at Hogwarts.”

Severus glanced over at you as you took the envelope from his hands, “really? Darling, how come this is the first time I’m hearing this?”

You shrugged, “well I haven’t said yes yet, so I didn’t want you to get hopeful. . .or upset that I was even considering it.” Digging your nail into the crevis of the envelope, you slid it across, opening the letter.

Your husband tilted his head, “why would I be upset? I’d love to see you at work every day.”

Giggling, you set the letter down and wrapped your arms around your husband’s waist, “and have you give up your big, bad persona? People would know you’re a giant teddy bear, Severus!”

He frowned, but a playful grin played on his lips, “looks like nobody can know that we’re married then.” His hands played at your hair as you laughed.

“Does this mean I’ll have to temporarily go back to L/N?” you asked, sticking your bottom lip out.

Severus pulled you off his waist, “even Dumbledore doesn’t know that we are married, love. Looks like you’re Miss/Mister L/N on the streets, and -”

“Severus Snape, you finish that sentence and I will embarrass you in front of the whole school.”

You got back to Flitwick right away - and of course, the answer was yes.

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The first few months were a bit rocky, of course, as you couldn’t go and kiss your husband like it was any regular thing. Students knew Severus Snape as a brooding, angry, mean old man and it was a bit sad to see (and hear) the way they would talk and react to your husband.

You talked to him about it once before, suggesting that he just show them who he really is, that he isn’t what they say. But he always shook his head and said it never bothered him in the first place - so why change?

When you first started to get recognized by students, it was odd. You thought you’d be forgotten, or you were such an insignificant person in their lives that it truly wouldn’t matter if you were their new teacher or not. However, that wasn’t the case.

Students, especially 5th years, now 8th years, certainly remembered you for your Charms skill and increasing wins in duels around campus. It made you laugh - you forgot how careless you were. You’d have to ask Severus if that’s what attracted him to you in the first place.

Then, when students would start making comments about how much time you spent with Professor Snape did you realize how quickly your face flushes.

“He just needs a friend, is all,” you’d respond, making students raise an eyebrow.

Colin Creevey, an absolutely adorable little blonde-haired boy, always nodded along with you if your husband was ever brought up in conversation, “nobody deserves to sit alone at meals or have no friends.”

When that happened many times, you remember pulling Colin aside and having a conversation with him and saying how right he was - nobody deserved to have nobody.

Maybe it was a mistake telling poor wee Colin - the kid was known for taking pictures and writing articles about everybody and everything. However, he didn’t know any better. For sure, he thought everyone knew you and Severus were married - why would it be kept a secret?

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You and Severus were in the library when you first began to hear the ruckus, the rumors, the whispers. Madam Pince had warned students several times about their volume, but the gossip they were hearing and spreading was just too good.

Once the whispers started to form into real words for you to hear, you were not expecting to hear the rumor - well, truth - that you and Professor Snape were married.

Severus’ head picked up at the words while you looked anywhere but him, “oh, we’re married now, huh?”

You turned to your husband, “finding trustworthy kids nowadays is difficult.”

He snickered, “who’d you tell this awful little secret to, little dove?”

You played with a pencil in your hands, “Colin Creevey.”

Severus laughed, making a few students look over and do a double-take - why it was Professor Snape and Professor L/N - the two they were talking about. And Professor L/N just made Snape laugh? Was it true?

You smacked Severus’ arm, “would you shut it? I thought he was adorable - he always stuck up for you whenever others were trash-talking you.”

Your husband pulled you close to him, head resting on his clavicle, “I’m sorry, my love, but Creevey of all people? The little worm carries a camera with him everywhere.”

“And I have one right now, if you don’t mind!”

Severus and you jumped, not seeing Colin come up beside you both. Sitting up straight, you looked at Colin, “Colin, sweetheart, why would you go around telling everyone that Professor Snape and I are married?”

Colin looked confused, “well, I thought by the way you talked about him all the time, you’d want people to know. I think secrets only deserve to be kept quiet if they’re truly horrible things, but this shouldn’t be a secret.”

You looked at your husband who was already looking at you with adoration in his eyes, “do you care?”

Severus wrapped his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “all these buffoons already know, anyway. What does it matter?”

Colin brought his camera up to his face, “Professor Snape! Can you do that again, sir? This is the perfect picture.”

You giggled, feeling your husband’s hand sneak around your side and pull you even closer, his lips returning back to your cheek in a matter of seconds. Looking at the camera, a bright smile was on your face as the light flashed, hearing many “aww’s” resonate throughout the library.

Finally, you could go by Mrs/Mr. Snape - and not be afraid to tell anyone about it. I guess one way or another, people were going to find out - you’re just glad it happened like this.

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13 Questions Every Harry Potter Fan Should Be Able To Answer

I recently found an article about "13 questions every Harry Potter Fan should be able to answer" and thought I would try to answer them and post it on tumblr because why not? and also I'm bored :)

Question 1: Which house do you belong to?

Hufflepuff. For a period of time I thought Ravenclaw and that the Ravenclaw personality traits would match mine, but that's actually not the case, as I just figured out. I'm just not smart enough I guess lol :)

Question 2: Which Deathly Hallow would you choose?

I think I would choose the Cloak because the Resurrection stone sounds really creepy and I wouldn't want my dead grandfather spooking around my house and I think the Elder Wand would kind of be a burden for me because I would feel obligated to fight or kill my enemies with the wand and I don't want to feel that. With the Invisibility Cloak you can do anything, go anywhere, listen to conversations...the options are endless!

Question 3: Which Character do you have a (not so) secret crush on?

That is a tough question, especially when there are so many adorable/hot/nice/dreamy/beautiful/handsome characters BUT I would probably say Cedric because he is also a Hufflepuff and extremely nice and handsome! (RIP Cedric <3)

Question 4: What are your Indepth and controversial thoughts on Severus Snape?

To be honest I've always hated the man. His redemption made me hate him a little less (so y'all know that I'm not a heartless monster) BUT I still think It's unforgivable how he tortured Harry throughout his time at Hogwarts, just because he looks like his father. That's just bullsh*t. Also, he never wanted to protect Harry and Dumbledore practically had to force him...

That's my opinion, please don't hate.

Question 5: Who, In your Opinion, Is more evil: Voldemort or Dolores Umbridge.

Umbitch. I don't even need to say why, y'all get it.

Question 6: Which death in the series is the most heartbreaking?

Honestly, this will sound weird, but for me it's Colin Creevey. He was just a kid, still he wanted to fight against the Death Eaters. I was so heartbroken when he was carried in the castle, dead. Imagine the reaction of his parents when they hear about his death. Oh my God, I'm crying again-

Question 7: What Quidditch position would you play?

The one who comments the game :)

Question 8: What Wizarding Career would you pursue?

I would probably make helpful potions for others...if that's even a career path but I honestly think it would be cool. I could also Imagine working at Madam Puddifoot and decorating everything in pink and baking sweet, little magic muffins :D

Question 9: Which book in the series is you favourite?

Actually I like the first and the fourth a lot. Probably because everything in the first book is new and Harry, Ron and Hermione are cute and in the fourth book the triwizard tournament is really exciting and also Cedric is hot :)

Question 10: Who should have ended up together? Hermione/Ron or Hermione/Harry?

Hermione/Harry because Ron is too dumb for Hermione and he doesn't deserve her, in my opinion. But I think it would've been better if no one in the trio would have "ended up together" because someone would end up as the third wheel and I hate that.

Question 11: Have you read Harry Potter and the Cursed Child?

No, I haven't yet, because I'm currently writing a fanfiction about the next generation and I don't want my book or my ideas to be influenced by that other book, because I want to create the characters like I think they would be like and not how the Cursed Child says they are, if that makes any sense...

Question 12: Was Dumbledore a Hero or a Villain?

A Hero. I mean, he did some really dumb things but not everybody is perfect right? Not even a hero. He only wanted to protect Harry and didn't want to kill him like Voldemort did and that's something.

Question 13: Who is the real Hero of the Story? Harry Potter or Neville Longbottom?

Although I really love Neville and he is a hero, I think Harry is the real hero of the story because he killed Voldemort after all. But I think Neville has really helped Harry in doing so and he deserves more credit than he actually gets.

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lexigreys · 7 years

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@hpminorcharnet & @fortescuesnet creation event: minor characters live

“Colin Creevey, though underage, must have sneaked back just as Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had done. He was tiny in death."

#colin creevey #hp #hpedit #hpminorcharnet #fortescuesnet #*mine #*edits #'he was tiny in death' :(((((((((((((#i said it before and ill say it again #this angel deserved better!!!!

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finnofamerica · 5 years

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When My Baby Found Me - Sirius Black X Reader

Summary: It’s been twelve years since you last saw Sirius, and he gets more than a surprise when he comes back.

Word Count: 2377

Date: 10.01.2019

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“Hey mom, Colin wants to come over, is that okay?” Your son bounced over to you, silvery eyes looking up at you like puppy dog eyes. You pushed his hair out of his face, still not over the fact that it was the same shade as yours. It’s been eleven years and he’s just getting ready for his second year at Hogwarts. He was a Hufflepuff, and you couldn’t be prouder, but you could see all the ways that he took after his dad and it broke your heart. Still, you loved him more than anything in the world.

“Yes, Benny, of course, I love having Colin over.” You smiled down at him, pressing a kiss to his freckle covered forehead.

“Mom, stop,” He whined, rubbing a sweater-clad arm over his forehead with a pout. A few taps on your kitchen window catching your attention.

“That’s the post, dear, will you get it for me?”

“Yes, mom.”

You turned back to your tea, humming lightly as the sweet and spicy smell of peppermint wafted into the air.

“Hey, mom?”

“Yeah?”

“This is Uncle Remmy’s owl, but, all he sent was the paper.” Ben stared at the paper in his hand, and put out a little birdseed for Remus’ owl. “Mom, who’s this man? They say he’s a murderer.”

He set the paper in front of you only for you to see the screaming face of Sirius Black.

“Don’t worry, Darling, I used to know him, y’ know,” You gave your son a sad smile, “He’d never hurt anyone.”

“Mom, can we go get Colin now?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, I don’t know what we’re waiting for.” You tapped your forehead with a wink, letting him know that you were losing your mind. “How do you want to go? Broom or Floo?”

“I don’t think you can fit Colin and me on a broom,” Ben laughed.

“You’ll never know. Mothers are capable of a great many things.”

Still, you held your son’s hand with one hand, and floo powder in the other, announcing where you were going and you were off.

“Did you know that Colin got petrified this year?” Ben talked your ear off excitedly as you stepped into the Creevey’s living room.

“Mr. Creevey, how are you?” You smiled, pulling Colin’s father into a hug.

“Oh, dear, woman, I told you to call me Eustace,” He gasped, thick brows shading his eyes, “I’ll never get used to you climbing out of the fireplace like a demon. It’s good to see you, Y/n.”

“We just wanted to borrow Colin for the weekend, Benny here has taken quite the liking to him.” You shrugged, Ben was at your side nodding along.

“Please Mr. Creevey?” Ben clasped his hands together like he was begging.

“Sure, just make sure he’s back by Monday afternoon,” Eustace nodded, “I want to make sure he’s ready to make the train at the end of the week.”

“You’re a blessing, Eustace. I’ll bring you some floo powder when I come back, that way Colin will have a way to get around, though be careful to hide it from your muggle friends, we wouldn’t want them asking questions you can’t answer.”

“Ah yes, no be gone with you, you’re making my house smell like magic.” Eustace shooed you off, making you laugh with his pretend grumpy attitude.

“Miss Y/n, you’re so cool,” Colin said in awe as he stepped into your living room.

“I’m glad you think so,” You laughed, “My friends thought I was lame. They were only joking of course.”

“Mom, we’re gonna go upstairs now.” Ben pulled Colin away, making you laugh, you wondered what a couple of twelve-year-olds had to gossip about. Most likely something about how cool Harry Potter is.

You felt bad, not being able to see Harry all these years. You tried once, but Petunia absolutely wouldn’t hear of it. There was no way she’d have a witch in her house to corrupt Harry. She was angry, you guessed, still jealous over the fact that Lily got to be a witch but she was normal. So you kept your distance, writing to McGonagal about his progress. You were immensely proud of him, and McGonagall was immensely furious that Dumbledore sent him to live with the Dursleys instead of sending him to sit with you. You simply reminded her that you were never named godmother. She still insisted that you were the closest thing he had to family.

You sat at your kitchen table, parchment and ink in hand.

Rem,

Do you really think he’s out? It’s been so long, I hope he’s safe. I’m more than certain he will seek out Harry first, he’s always been dutiful to James and the boy. Congratulations on the DADA job, by the way, I know you’ll do great. I do hope you’ll write to me about Ben’s progress, and Harry’s too.

Best wishes,

Y/n.

You rolled up the parchment after the ink dried, tying it with a little ribbon and securing it to Remus’ owl and sent it along its way.

“Mom?” Benjamin asked as he stopped on the platform, seeming hesitant to board the train.

“Yes?”

“Can you tell me about dad, one more time?”

“Benny, you’re about to board the train!” You snorted.

“I know but, mom, please?” He pouted.

“You and your damn freckles,” You cursed, making him beam, “Okay, what do you wanna know?”

“The day he asked you to marry him?”

“Ah, a good choice, well,” You paused as you thought, building up the details in your mind. It was just a few days after Lily and James’ wedding and you were all still high off of the love in the air. Naturally, you were walking with Sirius on your way to get some groceries.

You were wandering down the market aisles, Sirius had his arm on your shoulder like usual. You were humming the wedding march under your breath, memories of Lily’s dress frequenting your mind.

“Little love-struck, are you?” Sirius laughed.

“Maybe a little,” You shrugged, “It just makes me happy to see them so happy. ‘Sides, makes you think.”

“Think about what?”

“Y’know, the future? James and Lily were always endgame, I’ll admit that, but y’ know, what about us?”

“Y/n Y/l/n, are you asking me to marry you?” Sirius gasped jokingly.

“Well, I’m more asking about how you would feel about marriage.”

“Y/n L/n,” Sirius stood in front of you, “I don’t have a ring or a plan, but I do love you. What do you say? Wanna marry me?”

“You’re an idiot, of course, I’ll marry you.”

“Now go on, get on the train, I don’t want you to miss it.” You gave him one last kiss on the forehead, “And don’t forget that Uncle Remmy is teaching this year, so he is Professor Lupin inside of class hours okay? Try to talk to Harry, he needs a little help now and then.”

“Okay, mom, I will.”

“I love you, good luck at school!” You called after him, quietly chewing on your lip. He gave you a wave over his shoulder, running to catch up with Colin who was waiting for him by the train.

“It is crazy how they grow up, isn’t it.” A familiar voice caught your attention.

“Molly!” You beamed, “How are you?! It’s been so long.”

“I’m good, dear, I’m good.” She smiled, “I heard that boy of yours is in the same year as Ginny, and a Hufflepuff, how nice.”

“Oh, the twins must be gossiping again, what have they to say about strange madam Y/l/n?” You joked.

“Well, they are in awe about all the mischief you used to get into. They think they have a thing or two that they can learn from you.” Her eyes twinkled, “I say, the less trouble they get into, the better.”

“Well, I’d love to teach them something someday, they seem like wonderful boys.”

“They remind me of those friends of yours.”

“Well, there is no denying that.” You laughed.

“Really, how are you dear?” She asked.

“I’m fine, really,” You shrugged, “I just found out that there is a killer on the loose but other than that I’m fine.”

“You don’t really believe he’s a killer do you?”

“It doesn’t matter what I believe,” You twisted your wedding band on your finger, “The press has already dragged his name through hell. In Azkaban or not, he’ll have to spend the rest of his life hiding away.”

“You wear the ring but don’t use his name. Does Ben know?”

“He knows what his father is like, but no. He doesn’t know.”

“You better tell him soon, or he might wind up with a shock.”

“How’s Harry?”

“Good, last I checked. We take good care of him.”

“I know,” You gave her a smile, “It saddens me that he doesn’t even know that I exist.”

“He will, one day.”

“Thank you, Molly, for loving him like the mother he deserves.”

“I’m a mother, it’s what I do.” She gave you a smile.

The months slowed as Christmas came around, Ben was one of the fortunate kids who got to come home for the holidays. So here you were, Christmas eve, Ben was upstairs getting ready for bed. You told him if he doesn’t sleep Santa won’t come. What you weren’t expecting was a knock on your front door at nearly ten o’clock in the evening.

The man standing at your door was dirty, his clothes were ragged, and his hair was shaggy - though if memory serves, his hair had always been shaggy.

“Sirius?” You gasped, disbelieving your eyes, but there was no way to mistake those silver pools.

“Hey, Love,” He smiled, “I really hope you didn’t run off with another man while I was away.”

You knew he was joking, but your heart still ached. You pulled him inside and into a hug. God, he held you so tight, like he was making sure you were real.

“What took you so long?” You asked, tears welling in your eyes.

“Well, I got a little tied up.” His eyes were watering too. “You look just the same. As beautiful as I remember you.”

“You’re dirty.” You whispered.

“Ah yes, well, that couldn’t be helped.” He shrugged. “Merlin, I missed you.”

“Me too,” You tiptoed, kissing him. He was so familiar, so missed, and so loved.

“Mom?”

You tore away from Sirius and turned toward your son.

“Who is that man?” He asked. “Is that the man from the paper?”

You could see your son begin to panic, his eyes watering as he backed up against the wall.

“Mommy why is he here?”

"Wait, you have a kid?"

"I think we should all just sit down." You breathed, taking you twelve year old in your arms and curling up in a chair together.

"Ben, remember how you were asking about your dad?" You asked, he nodded, tears still pooled in his silver eyes. "Sirius, this is Benjamin. Your son."

You chewed you lip as you waited for his reaction.

"My son?" He breathed. You nodded.

"But mom? He's a killer."

"He's not. He is my husband and I know he'd never hurt Lily and James Potter. They were family." You said with definite confidence.

"Then how come he went to Azkaban?" Ben asked.

"Because that shrew Pettigrew sold my friends out to Voldemort." Sirius growled.

"But its okay now, Benny. Your dad is back with us." You smiled. "You two have a lot of catching up to do, so how about you head to bed, and we'll talk about it tomorrow okay?"

"Okay, mom." He pecked your cheek, heading back upstairs in his pajamas.

"He looks just like you." Sirius mused.

"He takes after you. Fiercely loyal and all that, and a bit mischievous from what Mcgonagall tells me." You laughed.

"Minnie, how is she?"

"She's good. She's been watching after Harry."

"You seen him?"

"Petunia wouldn't let me. Even though Harry should probably be living with us."

"I'm gonna go see him."

"Sirius, you are a wanted man, and even with Remus's help, no one is going to believe that Peter Pettigrew is still alive."

"If I can find him and capture him, I can-"

"Sirius," you said softly, "you've waited twelve years for this. You can wait a few days more. You're home now. We have a beautiful son upstairs in bed right now. And we can collect the rest of our family once this gets cleared up, but for now, Sirius please take a shower and come with me to bed."

"You're as bossy as ever." He smiled.

"You love me."

"That I do."

TAGS: @diggorysghost @niffleurs @siriuslyimmoony @carolinesbookworld@untildawnremus @thoseofgreatambition @nosebleednougats @moonynprongs @marauderobsessed @theboywhocriedlupin @astertist @swellwriting @blimey-ron @dyngflwrs @fortisfiliae @essenceoflumos @bluemadcnna @theseuscmander

BONUS:

A year later things weren't perfect by any means, but they were better. Over the Christmas holiday Harry stayed with you and your son and husband.

"So, you're the one who got me the broom?" Harry asked, sitting criss cross on your carpeted floor.

"Yeah, well, kinda. It was my idea and I supplied the money, but Minerva picked it out." You tucked your hair behind your ear.

"You've been looking out for me the whole time haven't you?" He asked.

"I've been keeping tabs. I am married to your godfather, after all. And I was friends with your parents."

"How come you never visited?"

"Petunia wouldn't let me see you, I wrote her so many letters and I begged her so many times, but she never cared, as far as she was concerned, I was nothing."

"I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Harry. You're with us now and you are welcome to stay as long as you need." You smiled.

"Listen to the woman. She's bossy anyway." Sirius joked, gift in hand. "This is for you."

"Uncle Remmy!" Your son rushed into the kitchen, pushing past his father. Some little homemade trinket in his hands.

"All right, all right," you could hear Remus protesting as Ben pushed him into the livingroom.

"Its time for the family photo!" Ben grunted.

You all posed in front of the Christmas tree a charmed camera floating in front of you. Remus and Sirius were at your sides, the boys in front of you.

#sirius black x reader #murauders x reader #james potter #remus lupin #baby black #finn writes #Full Length #10/1/2019

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badluckprongss · 4 years

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Colin Creevey deserved better but y’all ain’t ready for that conversation

#harry potter #hp #colin creevey

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noxtms · 4 years

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AFTER THE OVERNIGHT SUCCESS of rita skeeters second biographical novel, the boy who lived & other tragic tales, the audacious blonde tells us here at the prophet that she very briefly considered fading into anonymity. ”it was the perfect time,” she admits, that charming smile never fading, “and my publisher certainly would have had me do it. get out at the height of it, rita, and leave them ALWAYS wanting more. that’s what he told me, and that was the plan. put down the quill. move to france. write... travel blogs, maybe, for the rest of my days.” she LAUGHS, and it’s difficult not to laugh with her. the image of this woman ever leaving down that iconic peacock quill is laughable. “but you know better than anyone : once i get a hint of a story that needs to be told, there is nothing, not even that desire for sandy beaches and endless sunshine alongside a strong cocktail, that can pull me away from it. and that is what this is. ‘SEVERUS SNAPE: SWAN SONG’ might be, perhaps, my own... i won’t say. but it is also a story that deserved to be told.”

WHO, WHAT, WHEN, WHERE :

rita skeeter’s book launch, being held on june 10th, 2020, includes a questions and answers panel at flourish and botts ( please clear your questions with miss skeeters publicity team in advance ), after party in the leaky cauldron ( booked out entirely for the event ) & discounts and special treats in shops all along diagon alley itself ( madam malkin’s is giving out imitations of miss skeeters iconic spectacles, amanuensis quills is providing quality peacock quills at a 20% discount and fortescue’s ice cream parlour promises your ice cream, free, if you promise you didn’t purchase and don’t plan on purchasing a copy - unrelated to the event, but they’ll never know if you lie ! ).

to date, she has now written three books :

the life & lies of albus dumbledore : a tell all exposé on albus dumbledore and his young life, that ‘stripped away the popular image of serene, silver bearded wisdom, revealing a disturbed childhood, lawless youth, lifelong feuds and guilty secrets carried to his grave’.

the boy who lived & other tragic tales : a biographical book claimed to be the true life stories of a number of the victims of the battle of hogwarts ( among them fred weasley, padma patil, colin creevey, remus lupin, vincent crabbe and, for some reason, cedric diggory ) but focusing a frankly INNAPROPRIATE amount upon harry potter himself. rita had initially been intending on writing a biography for him along until her publisher convinced her otherwise, but some of her ‘hot takes’ could be pried from her cold dead hands. it sit on the bestseller list in england and america for several weeks.

severus snape, swan song : another biographical book, the blurb of which reads ‘severus snape was known by many as the ill temptered and largely unliked potions master at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. his highly publicized role in the death of albus dumbledore and his brief period as headmaster at the aforementioned school during the time it was run largely by the dark lords most loyal followers painted a narrative of a man dedicated to the wrong sides cause : but what if i were to tell you that despite the story spun all these years... we were wrong? through the lens of severus snape’s own ( verified ) memories, i, rita skeeter, bring you a new narrative. one of a boy raised in a volatile home in spinners end, a teen who made a mistake, a young man who lost the love of his life... and a war wearied individual who tried his whole life to save her son, and played the role of villain so that no one else had to.’

OUT OF CHARACTER:

she’s sure gone and done it now ! rita skeeter has proven to be quite the master of dropping bombshell level books when the wizarding community least expects them, and let me confirm what i’m sure you’re all wondering, right off the bat : she really HAS revealed severus snapes life story to the wizarding world, with this new book of hers. rita’s unregistered animagus form came in CLUTCH, for her, as she fell into possession of memories that were lost in the cleanup of the war ( and subsequently verified by the ministry of magic themselves, papers confirming which will be released through the prophet on the morning of her surprise book release ). memories that harry potter watched before heading off to the forbidden forest. memories that changed everything : told him the real role he was to play, exposed the truth about severus snapes role in everything, and revealed just how far albus dumbledore went in his striving to defeat the dark lord. i know. it’s a doozy !

rita skeeter now possesses the most valuable information of all, and unfortunately for everyone, she hasn’t kept her big mouth shut : though colored by the vapid voice she employs to write her greatest hits, the information is now out in the world. public opinion is naturally going to shift on severus snape as more and more people read / hear about her work, but since the book is heavily biased against dumbledore, opinions are going to change there, too - and many might begin assigning to the idea of one man being an unsung hero, while the other was an over glorified VILLAIN. the only person getting off easy is harry potter, who of course, is just yet another tragic sidenote.

the event is beginning NOW ( june 15th ) and will end in a week, or there abouts - the end date might change based on wider involvement, but you’ll be informed in advance if it does !

for the purpose of the event, i’ve set up a sideblog @skeetertms - you read it right ! rita skeeter herself is making an appearance, and her open starter is right here for you to reply to if you so choose ! depending on how fun it is, and whether i can come up with a good reason to justify it, she might be sticking around a while past the event - we’ll see !

the book release ( including the early morning q & a session, the late night party at the leaky cauldron where there will be live music, an open bar and free food & of course, the wider event upon diagon alley ) is an open event, meaning that while press was invited, everyone else is just sort of.. turning up. your character might just stumble upon it, while on diagon alley. they might genuinely want to be there, as a fan of rita skeeters work. really, it’s up to you - but given the fact this is not an intensive event, you are more than welcome to continue your older threads in addition to starting new ones !

speaking of event starters : they should be tagged as nox.event003 ! the location is diagon alley, but feel free to specify where !

if you have any questions or concerns, please do not hesitate to message the main ! please reply to this post with ‘beetle’ once you’ve read it !

#nox.event #nox.event003

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