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capriddle · 5 months
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I find Merope Gaunt an extremely interesting character. First of all, she is one of the last living heirs of Salazar Slytherin, she lives as an abused person and in extreme poverty. She manages to understand love, but in an extremely distorted, sick and possessive form and this transforms her into an executioner. She even falls in love with a muggle and, in fact, she betrays her family and her origins, even going so far as to sell her family heirloom. She is, in my opinion, one of the most controversial characters in the entire saga and it's a real crime that they cut her out of the films. What can I say, I hope in this case too that the series can resolve it by showing her story.
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worldsaesthetics · 4 months
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character aesthetic -> Regulus Black, as introduced in Harry Potter written by J.k. Rowling
Slytherin, Death Eater, Seeker, Pureblood
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trick or treat 👻
Delphini lingers at the edge of the kitchen in 12 Grimmauld Place.
She's listening. 
The ringing had been bothering her for weeks now, every time she's back to their home in London she hears it. Almost like something is calling to her, beckoning. 
The ringing grew louder and louder until it was impossible for her to ignore, screaming like a banshee.
It isn't exactly strange. There have been several objects throughout the Black households that Delphini had felt a pull towards. Grandfather often explained that it was likely due to the connection between mother and daughter; that their estates were full of Bella's magic, the sheer force of it imprinted on various objects.
The young witch circles the kitchen, fingers nails tapping along the marble counters as she follows the ringing towards the pantry.
“Kreacher!” The elf appears beside her in a snap, a small broom in hand. 
“Yes, Mistress Delphini?” Kreacher starts with a smile, beady eyes look up at her adoringly. Delphi can hardly drag her gaze away from the small door across the pantry, her magic far too enchanted with whatever rests inside. 
“What have you got in there?” Her voice is high-pitched, curious.
Kreacher hesitates, either unsure what Delphini is asking or just reluctant to answer. 
“Mistress Delphi?”
“Open it.” She demands, arms crossing. “Now.” 
With a snap of the elf’s fingers the door creaks open. Delphini takes one large step forward, peeking into the dark cupboard curiously. There's a large array of rags neatly folded along the floor and a smaller piles of artifacts placed carefully beside it. Delphini falls to her knees, hands quickly reaching to search through the items. 
“Can Kreacher help Miss Delphini find something?” The elf seems nervous, as though she were about to reprimand him for his petty theft. Delphini doesn't answer, ripping through different objects in search of the ringing, of the pull. She tosses aside a pair of her great-Uncle’s cufflinks, a cup of silver branded with the Black family crest, a worn Slytherin tie, then comes the photographs. 
Her Uncle Orion and Grandfather look so alike in their younger days. If there were just a few less years between them they could almost pass for twins. There is a third Black in this picture that Delphini does not recognize, he covers both of their faces jokingly with each flash of the camera.  
Walburga and Lucretia stare up at her, each with an equally menacing glare before slowly glancing at each other and winking. 
She almost doesn’t recognize the Black sister’s at first, having thought the swaying image of her mother looking up at her was actually herself. Delphini pauses, leaning back on her heels to take in the photo with more interest.
Auntie Cissa looks so small, she’s sitting in the lap of the one girl that is unfamiliar to Delphini. She knows who she is, of course, has heard the story in all of the limited words Grandfather can manage. Andromeda is seated in a wooden chair, Narcissa propped and leaning to the side. Bellatrix stands behind them both, her arms draped around each of their shoulders protectively. Every few moments the two smaller sisters jerk and laugh as Bellatrix pinches their shoulders lightly before the three of them erupt into peals of laughter.  
“Look!” Kreacher offers, startling Delphini out of her stupor. “Mistress Bella and her baby!” He sounds genuinely eager as he thrusts another photograph in her hand. 
This photo appears to be in significantly better condition than those prior. It was certainly newer than the rest. Bellatrix leans back in a cushioned chair, clearly in the drawing room at Grimmauld. There is a small bundle in her arms. Delphini’s eyes burn for a moment. Mum is exactly as she remembers her before those awful wizard took her away. In the photo the new mother gives a tired smile to the camera before someone walks into the frame, ruining the photo. 
Delphini hums, rubbing at her eyes before putting all the photos back carefully. 
“Did Auntie know you saved all these spoilt photos, Kreacher?”
“I'm not sure, Miss.” Kreacher answers honestly. 
Delphini sighs, shaking her head lightly. She’d rifled through all the objects Kreacher had tucked into the corner... 
...She can still hear the ringing.  
Delphi turns away from the pile, leaning into Kreacher’s den deeper before glancing around the large boiler taking up the center. 
“Little Miss-” Kreacher starts but she already saw it. A gleam of silver, a small chain tucked away deep behind the base. Delphini doesn't even bother asking what it is. It shoots out from around the ruddy pipes with a snap of her finger, she's still too young to be allowed a wand but magic listens to her all the same. 
Everything goes quiet the minute the face of the jewelry falls into her slender hands. She can't hear the creaking of the pipes nor Kreacher’s nervous tutting, the ringing in her ears so powerful it's almost overwhelming. 
The corners of the pendant are inlaid with small snake heads, their silver bodies making up the framework for the locket, twirling together to create a sturdy clasp. Along the cover rests a beveled ‘S’ her fingers trace the emerald gemstones embedded along it so carefully. The ringing turns to whispering.
Oh, this isn't mother’s magic. Not at all.  
“Kreacher,” Delphini speaks sweetly. “Where did you get this?” 
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Rank all your horcruxes in order of favourite to least favourite 1 (best) 7(worst) and why
#1 - Nagini. 10/10. Very good snake.
#2 - Diary. 9/10. I made it, poured myself into it, crafted it masterfully. Only drawback is my 16 year old self was a bit...grating.
#2 - Locket. 8/10. Family heirloom from back when family was probably actually worth admiring. Stylish.
#4 - Cup. 7/10. I enjoy the story of obtaining it. Belonged to a Hufflepuff, which is...alright. they can be nice.
#5 - Diadem. 7/10. Shiny. One of a kind. Belonged to a founder. No complaints.
#6 - 3/10. Ring. Family heirloom from when family was more cringe worthy. Stone is anticlimactic. Aided Potter.
#7 - Potter. Did not want, do not recommend. Tried to kill me. 0/10.
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thatslytherinqueen · 18 days
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Bought these today from comic con! Loving the light up green 💚 potion bottle!!!! So worth it! 🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚
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lordboomslang · 4 months
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I don’t care to spread this out so we gonna answer it all here.
1. The Prisoner of Azkaban
2. The Chamber of Secrets
3. Tom Marvolo Riddle (Not Voldemort)
4. Luna x Rolf
5. Harry x The Basilisk
6. Luna Lovegood
7. The Room of Requirement
8. Slytherin
9. Wampus
10. Hidebehind/Lethifold/Nundu
11. Sectumsempra
12. Ralph Fiennes
13. Evanna Lynch
14. I read the second book for a book project in the 2nd Grade
15. Way too many to count. (Slytherin Paraphernalia and two horcruxes and more)
16. Hedwig
17. Ancient Runes
18. He’s just a child following the example of his idols
19. Slytherin’s Locket (pre-horcrux)
20. Filius Flitwick
21. Peverell
22. He’s a bitter man that needs to grow up
23. The Felix Felicis Scene
24. A Snake
25. The Invisibility Cloak
26. Bloodpops
27. Newton Scamander
28. Neville Longbottom
29. Hermione Granger
30. Mahoutokoro
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lavendarhearts · 10 months
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i just had the shocking realisation that neither of the Black brother's had a body in their casket.
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delulustoryteller · 28 days
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TROPHY HUSBAND HARRY POTTER EVERYONE 👏
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nina-scribbles · 2 years
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I like to think that being a Black wasn’t all bad.
I like to think that they loved each-other, once.
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lulublack90 · 2 months
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Prompt 28 - Skinny Dip
@jegulus-microfic March 28 Word count 1058
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Regulus woke with his legs tangled with James’s. He’d left a note for his parents telling them they’d had a lead in the assignment Voldemort had given them. In fact, he was certain that Remus was extremely close to their quarry. 
James stirred. He pulled Regulus closer to his body and buried his face in his chest. 
“Mmmmm, I could get used to this.” He peppered kisses all over Regulus’s chest. Regulus didn’t put up any fight, enjoying the moment far too much. 
“Come on. We’d better get up. We have a lot to do today.” He pulled away from James and stretched his whole body, which just brought James right back to him. “James, get off. We have to go.” He giggled as James snuffled into his hair. 
“No, don’t want to. I’m just gonna keep you here in this bed with me.” 
A loud banging at the door soon stopped them.
“Come on, love birds. We’ve got priceless heirlooms to destroy.” Evan called as he banged on Sirius and Remus’s door and his sisters. 
It took a while for all of the Thestrals to gather that morning. But eventually, they were apparating into the caves outside of Hogsmeade. 
They followed the Gryffindors into the forest as they knew where they were going. It had made more sense to go together this way than to walk up to Hagrid’s cabin, seeing as how they’d all ended up at Evan’s last night. 
Regulus held the small chest tightly in his arms. He wasn’t about to lose them now, not after everything they’d been through to get them.
It took less than an hour to get to the part of the forest the Marauders wanted to use. They stopped in an almost perfectly round clearing. You could feel the magic thrumming through the area. It was ancient and swirled around them. Regulus placed the chest in the centre of the grassy circle and unlocked it. The ancient magic reacted to the dark magic within. It became hostile. The forest around them darkened, blocking out what little light there was.
Remus stepped forward, pressing his hands against one of the trees that lined the clearing. Regulus stared in awe as the magic slowly backed off and formed a protective barrier between them and the rest of the forest. 
Remus smiled as he took his hands away from the tree. 
“Thank you.” He whispered. 
“What was that?” Lily asked the question the others must have been thinking. Well, Regulus, Barty and Evan. Everyone else didn’t seem so shocked. 
“Werewolf,” Remus shrugged. “I’m more in tune with the natural magics than most. The forest knows what we have, and it isn’t happy. I told it we have come to destroy them, so the forest is going to keep us contained in here until the Horcruxes are all gone. So please don’t try and pass the border, or you’ll be sorry.” He looked pointedly at Barty when he said the last part. 
Regulus tuned out whatever Barty had replied. He took the Gaunt ring out of the box and laid it on the grass. 
“Are you ready then?” He asked. They immediately formed a circle around him and watched as Regulus poured Basilisk venom from one of the vials onto it. 
A thick black liquid oozed out of it, and a blood-curdling scream. They all ducked for cover, pressing their hands to their ears. But nothing happened. When they looked back, all that was left of the ring was a twisted mass of blackened metal and the stone. Regulus cast a few spells over it. 
“The Horcrux is gone, but I don’t understand why the venom didn’t destroy the stone.” He handed it to James to take care of while he set up the next Horcrux. They could deal with that later. 
Next up was the diary. It reacted much the same as the ring had. There was, however, a lot more of the inky liquid seeping out, as though the notebook had been filled with writing that they just hadn’t been able to see. 
Regulus was glad they’d managed to gather as much Basilisk venom as they had, as it looked like they’d be using most, if not all, of it. 
Hufflepuffs cup twisted and melted into an unrecognisable blob, the fragment of soul shattering and dissolving into nothing. 
He held the diadem in his hands. It was truly beautiful he didn’t want to destroy it. But for the sake of the wizarding world, he had to. 
More Basilisk venom dropped onto the delicate tiara, and it spilt and cracked into three pieces before it melted as the wailing scream pierced their ears again.
Regulus reached into the chest and took out the last Horcrux. The Locket. He placed it on the ground and looked at his friends, who stood around him in a loose circle, pointing their wands at the Horcrux. 
“Last one. Are we ready?” They nodded, and he raised the final vial of venom. But before he could let a single drop fall, the locket opened, and his mother appeared before him. He stumbled backwards, somehow managing not to spill the venom. 
Walburga sneered at him. Her mouth opened, and Regulus knew whatever she was about to say would devastate him. 
Sirius blocked his view, grabbing the vial and pouring the entire thing into the open locket.
“Piss off you evil bitch!” He snarled. Walburga screamed in a vortex of black smoke before vanishing into nothing. The locket was gone. Obliterated by the amount of venom poured on it. 
They’d done it. All the Horcruxes were gone. Shakily, he got to his feet and was barrelled over by his friends as they all whooped and cheered in triumph. 
The forest’s magic let them pass, now happier. It pressed close, almost like a hug, before releasing them. 
They came upon a stream that fed a large pool of water as they walked back to the edge of the forest.
“Well, I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m going to skinny dip in that pool!” Barty cried as he vanished his clothes and dove into the clear water. “Come on, it’s refreshing, especially after that madness.” He jabbed his thumb back towards the clearing. The others looked at each other and, after a collective shrug, joined Barty in the pool.   
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coldemergency · 10 months
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Hermione: Professor, we have a problem!
Dumbledore: What seems to be wrong?
Hermione: Harry, can you please tell Professor Dumbledore what you told me five minutes ago?
Harry: Well, I found a horcrux
Dumbledore: Oh my, that was quick
Harry: And I was holding onto it for a while and- do you ever get the urge to just eat something?
Dumbledore: Please tell me you didn’t-
Harry: Yeah I swallowed it
Harry: and I don’t feel great
Harry:
Harry: Tom is giving me indigestion
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capriddle · 7 months
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House Gaunt Aesthetic
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starsyoungmistress · 6 months
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I never post because I'm shy.. But I've seen so much good art in this tag recently that I got motivated enough.
I wanted a new background for my tablet but since I don't have much money to commission people that are better than me at art I made myself a background.
My current obsession is tomarry so here it is.
Tom's face is heavily inspired by this Tom.
Also I got lazy so the lines are sketch lines, and some parts are badly shaded or not shaded at all xD
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theaskywalker · 1 year
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Imagine being with Regulus when he goes after Lord Voldemort's Horcrux
Masterlist
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theonlyrealthing · 2 years
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voldemort: i’m not invading hogwarts. this is a special military operation
ron: and i haven’t smashed your locket either, it’s a special swording operation
voldemort: wait—
hermione: and i certainly didn’t stab your mug, it’s a special toasting operation
voldemort: what—
ginny: i neither organised the entire resistance against your carrow cronies, nor fucked harry. both of those are special hotness operations
voldermort: STOP—
harry: see riddle? no one’s buying your shit. i call this a—
hinny, romione: special FUCK-YOU operation
voldemort: NOOOOO
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lolathestoryteller · 8 months
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my Regulus Black mood board.
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I know I will be dead long before you read this, but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more.
R.A.B.
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