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angstintensifer · 1 year

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Harry Potter Next Gen as modern family moments

Harry: *reading a letter from Teddy after he leaves for Hogwarts*

Ginny; Harry?

Harry: Make sure to take care Harry, I’ll miss you guys so much

Ginny; nice huh?

Harry, full on crying: Nice! Im gonna go mail him another robe

****

Hugo; you know that hero essay we have to write

Hermione: Mhmm, what about it

Hugo: Well dad kinda assumed I wrote it about him, but I didn’t

Hermione: don’t worry I’ll talk to him

Hugo; you don’t think he’ll be upset, I wrote it about you?

Hermione, touched: you wrote it about me?

Hugo; you know me, I didn’t think much. What’s a hero? Someone whose not afraid of anything and whose strong, that’s you

****

Bill: Im actually relieved, the day that I’ve been dreading. The day you two have finally have out grown me has finally arrived.

Bill, crying; I’m handling it really well.

Victoire: Dad are you crying?

Bill: No

Dominique: are you sure you’re okay?

Bill: Yep

Victoire: Oh Merlin he is crying

Dominique: I’ve never seen dad cry before.

Victoire, starting to cry: but dad if you cry then I’ll cry.

Bill, still crying: I’m not crying

Dominique, also crying; we made our dad cry

Bill: you totally did

Victoire: Because you are our daddy!

All three: *harsh crying and sobbing*

****

Ron and Hermione after Rose got a bump in the head.

Hermione: can we please just call your sister?

Ron: No way, Ginny will be all judgement and condescending, like she’s perfect and I don’t know how to take care of a baby

Hermione: Ronald, she is your family.

Ron: Right so-

Hermione picking up the phone: Of course she’ll be judgmental and condescending

****

Louis: I remember crashing through the wall and the ambulance ride to St Mungos

Bill: That wasn’t an ambulance, I drove you

Louis: then what was that siren?

Bill: that was your mother

Fleur: I ‘as worried!

****

Harry: I did not pick Lily up early from play school

Ginny: Lily, did Daddy pick you up early from school?

Lily: No

Harry: See? Case closed

Lily; we didn’t go

Ginny: Case open

Lily: we went shopping

Harry: Ha Ha, shush now, Lily-

Lily: we bought matching hats

****

George: Act like a parent, talk like a peer.

George: I call it “peer-renting”

****

Percy: There are very few parenting issues where I come out on top.

Percy; You know I’m distant. I work too much, my French braiding is sloppy

Percy: finally, something that isn’t my fault.

****

James: Whoa, you’re being a little-

Rose: Obstreperous? Recalcitrant? Truculent?

James: I was going to say “cray cray”

****

Ginny: Hermione and I are going to go on this beautiful hike while you all sit and think about how selfish and thoughtless you’ve been

Hermione: *nods in agreement*

Rose: if we’re thoughtless how can we think?

Ginny:…

Hermione: …..

****

James: In Legally blonde, Elle won her case because she was true to herself and dressed cute

Harry: James, this is real life, not an excellent movie

****

James: Al, before you say no-

Albus: No.

James: I haven’t even told you yet!

Albus: I’m sticking with no.

****

Ron: Marry someone who looks sexy, while disappointed

Hermione: *looks to Ron in disappointment*

Ron: see?

****

Ron: I’ll get you fixed up *bandages Hugo*

Hugo: Where’s mum?

Ron referring to Hermiones work: She belongs to the people now

Rose coming in: My allergies are acting up again

Ron giving her medicine: well it’s your lucky day, because missy, doctor dad is in the house

Rose: where’s mum?

Hugo: some people took her

Rose: …..

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Dominique & Victoire arguing

Bill: Ah ah ah, let’s this in court, the food court. The honorable judge Cinnabon presiding

Victoire: That place smells like the inside of Louis Quidditch Robes

Dominique: I like the food court

Lily: me too

Bill: don’t worry girls. We’re not gonna deprive ourselves because of Victoires aversion

Dominique: *cackles*

Victoire: ….

Bill: …..

Dominique suddenly stops: Oh, Victoires aversion, I thought you said-

Victoire shakes her head rapidly

Dominique: Never mind

Bill 0-0 *slowly realizes*

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Angelina walking until she slips on eggs

Angelina: Fred! Why?

Fred: Im making my egg dropping project

Angelina: maybe don’t make such a mess in the hallway

Fred: Got it! What if I’m the container!

Angelina: there’s a thought- wait no Fred!

Fred, on the edge of the stairs with Roxy putting an egg in his mouth

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Fleur: What a wonderful dinner

Bill: I’m impressed

Teddy with his arm around Vic: Thanks next time let’s do it at our place

Victoire realizing he accidentally told them they’re moving in together

Louis: I’m in, just give us a owl to let me know

Bill: our place?

Victoire: Well since I’m finished school now, Teddy and I were thinking of getting a flat

Bill: I-

Louis: are you doing sex?

****

Hugo: I’m moving into the attic

James: Cool

Albus: The attic?

Hugo: Hey, at least it’s big, Teddy said you used to live in a closet

Albus: *gay silence*

****

Ron taking care of Rose alone

Hermione over the phone; Keep an eye on rose she has a tendency to wander off

Ron realizing Rose did exactly that: ‘Mione I’m completely capable of-

Hermione: You lost her didn’t you?

Ron: No no no, she is right here, hi honey

Hermione: I can it in your voice, check the dairy case

Ron finding her and trying to open the door: Do you honestly think-

Hermione: doors don’t pull they slide

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rewritingcanon · 2 months

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for the ask ship game: drastoria, jeddy and romione

romione: i feel like i shouldnt even talk and let the books do the talking for me. the slowburn was ferocious. the relationship building ate every other hp couple up. with each installation the verse puts out that includes them in it they’re even more in love. it makes me want to rip my hair out that so much romione content is sidelined for other ships and only exist as a side pairing to other ships. ron is so clearly the only one who makes sense for hermione and vice versa hermione to ron. i have never seen a good argument from a romione anti about why they shouldn’t be together or how they would not work out realistically. i can chalk every argument up to classism, a critique of ron’s portrayal in the movies, or a misunderstanding of character flaws that are exacerbated by PUBERTY and the general emotional instability of an average teenager. you look me in the eye and tell me you have never tweaked out when you were teenager. you look me in the eye and tell me that having magic wouldnt make that worse. i’ve actually already made an essay-long post about romione so lets not even get me started on it LOL

drastoria: i’ve already screamed about my reasons here.

jeddy: jeddy is hard because teddy and james sirius are mostly fanon so it’s difficult to ascertain whether they would make sense or not based on personality. we basically know nothing about teddy’s personality and get a handful of lines from james in the cursed child. they seem both to have a rebellious side— james opting to disobey his parents to have a good laugh and the rita skeeter article written about teddy at the quidditch world cup final (which could have been complete slander knowing skeeter) but from what little we do know— teddy is very close with the potter family (lily basically calls him family), presumably since he was born or at least very young since they consider each other family. teddy is also six years older than james. going off that alone, if teddy was around when james was very young, or even when he was born, then no, jeddy doesn’t make sense. it would be a bit creepy, no? fanonly, i’m 50/50– i’ve read some pretty shit jeddy fics but it comes with the territory of liking scorbus so i have to suck it up 😭 but yeah, its a no from me.

#romione #drastoria #harry potter #hp #ron weasley #hermione granger #pro ron weasley #hpcc #cursed child #james sirius potter #teddy lupin #jeddy #<- tagging bcuz im open to discussion on what people think lol #hpng #hp nextgen #hp next gen #rewriting #ask #ship game

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kkurades · 2 years

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ STARRY EYES ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

━━ during the battle of hogwarts blaise had lost sight of you but when he finally found you again he found your dead corpse.

word count: 2637

pairing: fem!gryffindor!lupin!reader x blaise zabini

warning: death, blood, missing limbs, broken skull, war.

“But he's there! Potter's there! Someone grab him!” Pansy Parkinson exclaimed while you watched the scene unfold next to Hermione.

Ginny instinctively moves towards Harry with her wand drawn. Your eyes quickly flickered to your boyfriend, Blaise Zabini who was already staring at you.

Both you and Hermione made a move to join Ginny while you desperately clutched your wand, praying to whoever was listening that you wouldn't have to use it.

The other Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws follow your lead and stand protectively around Harry before Filch abruptly marched in, but you couldn't bring yourself to listen to him as you examined Blaise who seemed indifferent about the situation.

“Wait! As it turns out, Mr. Filch, your arrival is most opportune. If you would, I'd like you to lead Miss Parkinson and the rest of Slytherin House from the Hall.”

Your gaze quickly flashed towards Professor McGonagall before looking back to your frowning boyfriend.

“Right away,” Filch suddenly halted before questioning the head of Gryffindor once again, “Er, exactly where is it I'd be leadin' em to, ma'am?”

“The dungeons should do,” while the other students cheered as the Slytherins were taken to the dungeon, you felt an apprehensive feeling crawl over you as you watched Blaise desperately looking at you.

Perhaps he had known that the inevitable was going to happen, and he didn't want you to be in the middle of the battlefield without his protection.

After all, you still were a Gryffindor through and through. And unfortunately, your house was particularly known for its impulsiveness, which was a trait that you shared.

You watched stoically as Blaise disappeared from your sight before moving towards your father and your stepmother.

Remus kissed the top of your head, while Nymphadora pulled you into a firm hug. You inhaled her vanilla and candy-like scent, which soothed you extensively before pulling away and joining Neville and the rest of the DA.

You were assisting Cho, Nigel, and Katie while Seamus ordered you around in placing magical 'charges' on key pressure points.

Your body stilled when you noticed Scabior and the Snatchers moving towards you and Neville.

“Not good,” you heard Neville mumble before you took his arm and sprinted as fast as you could while Ginny and Seamus were standing at the edge of the wooden bridge.

Even though you knew you should have been more concerned about Scabior and the Snatchers, who were about to catch up to you any instant, you felt the terror seep into your body as you caught a maniacal gleam in Seamus’ eyes.

Fortunately, you were quick enough to reach the duo in time before the bridge ultimately collapsed.

But when you turned around, you noticed that Neville had suddenly disappeared. Ginny gasped beside you as your mouth fell scarcely open and your eyes widened.

The moment seemingly lasted forever before charred fingernails appeared over the final remaining of the bridge.

You let out a sigh of relief before you and Ginny rushed to hoist Neville up onto what's left of the bridge.

“What?” The youngest Weasley asked as Neville glanced at you.

“That was quite exciting,” you let out a groan as Seamus grinned and winked at him.

“Mad. The both of you,” Ginny declared before a thundering rumble almost send Neville tumbling off the bridge again.

Ginny steadies him as you all peer into the distance, noticing that the reason of the small earthquake were giants.

You quickly said your goodbyes before you dashed off to help fight off the death eaters, while Ginny and Neville parted ways with Seamus.

And while you were fighting for your life, Blaise had been stuck in the dungeons with a harsh glare on his face as he stared holes into the grinning Filch.

“Night-tee night,” Blaise felt like he could slaughter the man right then and there, but quietly watched as Pansy cursed him.

“You let us out of here, you filthy squib!” Filch only grinned, shaking the ring of keys in his hand, and turned to walk away.

When he was a fair distance away the chamber began to tremble, but with each step, it got more violent. Suddenly plaster rained down, and a ragged hole opens in the ceiling, followed by multiple others before a massive eye peered inside which made some Slytherins scream.

The giant's fist dropped heavily through the hole, fingers probing the cell clumsily. Filch watched in horror as the cell fell to pieces and the Slytherins spilled forth.

Goyle ruthlessly flung Housemates aside, while Blaise followed in his wake. Ready to start searching for you throughout the whole castle, even if it would take him the entire night.

As they reached the safety of the corridor, a hand — this one of human scale — reaches out of the darkness and grabbed Goyle.

Blaise stifled his groan at the sight of Draco Malfoy before following him, desperately hoping that they would come across someone who could notify him of your whereabouts.

Before Blaise comprehended what was occurring, he was perched atop a fragile tower while fire consumed everything around him.

He had lost his wand earlier on and thought that this would be it before Ron and Harry flew towards him and Draco on brooms.

He quickly took Ron's outstretched hand and mounted the broom while listening to Ron complaining about it under his breath.

Blaise suppressed his eye roll because Ron Weasley did save his life.

While Ron flew them to safety, he couldn't stop himself from asking about you. The words were scorching him, and he desperately ought to know the answer.

“Where's Y/n?” His voice was steady, but if you listened close enough, then you would perhaps have heard his urgency.

Ron quickly glanced at him with a scoff before replying.

“I don't know. I haven't seen her since the start of this.”

But as Ron glimpsed at Blaise's despairing expression, he felt himself blurt something out.

“She went with Ginny and Neville,” he timidly said, which lit Blaise's eyes once again before Ron landed the two of them safely.

Blaise awkwardly thanked Ron before dashing off in the hope to find you.

You had scratches all over your face, your nose was probably broken, and you were convinced that your left pinky was about to fall off.

You tried to shrug it off as you continued fighting off the infinite death eaters.

Much to your solace, you found your dad and stepmom and quickly approached them while fending off the enemy.

But your relief was exceptionally brief when Antonin Dolohov ultimately killed your father.

You heard your heart pounding loudly in your ears as the light left your father's eyes.

You could hear Nymphadora's heartbreaking cry before you charged at Dolohov ruthlessly before you killed the man.

While you were able to kill Antonin Dolohov, you knew that it was partially because he had been diverted and hadn't seen you coming.

You were about to approach your father's body but abruptly halted when you noticed Bellatrix Lestrange standing a little further from you, inclining to kill Nymphadora.

No sound came from your throat as Bellatrix neared your stepmom who was wailing over her dead husband's body, not caring whether she was open for attacks.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye Kingsley Shacklebolt attempting to reach Nymphadora in time, but you knew he was too far away to do anything.

Nymphadora looked up at the sound of Kingsley yelling at her, but she felt like she couldn't move as Bellatrix moved toward her at an extraordinarily rapid pace.

You quickly made your mind up as you ran right towards the merciless death eater, your wand having been discarded somewhere along the way of killing Dolohov.

Your body collided with Bellatrix' as you made an effort to shove her off the edge of the castle.

Unfortunately, she yanked you with her before she quickly apparated to safety.

It felt like everything was going in slow motion as you caught a glimpse of Kingsley and your stepmom leaning over the edge while they screamed your name at the top of their lungs as tears streamed down Nymphadora's cheek as she watched you plunge to your death.

You felt yourself relaxing as you realized that you had saved Nymphadora and that she would have an opportunity to survive this and go home to Teddy.

You quickly accepted your death, as your final thoughts were of Blaise Zabini.

You particularly thought about the feeling of when you woke up next to him in your dorm.

The sunlight bled through the curtains around your bed as you felt Blaise's heartbeat steadily thumping beneath you.

You remembered the adoring look on his face as you kissed him softly while your limbs were tangled together.

Your last thoughts were of Blaise before your body shut down when it collided with the ground.

Nymphadora remembered the determination on your face when she looked up to see you charging at Bellatrix to save her.

She remembered the anguish she felt when her maternal aunt pulled you down with her.

She remembered how she scattered to her feet before taking off towards the edge with Kingsley right next to her as she shrieked your name, desperate to see you one more time.

She remembered the heartbreak she felt when your eyes softened, and you looked peaceful, almost relieved, as you fell to your death while the stars were reflected in your eyes.

Kingsley had to haul her away while Arthur looked at her with sorrow in his eyes.

Minerva McGonagall's face twisted into pure horror when she heard the sound of bones breaking.

She quickly spun around only to see you dead on the floor with your eyes hauntingly staring into her soul as the corner of your lips had been turned upwards.

A gasp left her body as a single tear fell from her eye before hurrying over to you.

She crouched next to you, taking you into her arms but had no option but to leave you there.

The castle still roamed with death eaters, giants, and whatnot, and she couldn't afford to be vulnerable at a time like this, besides she was way too old to be carrying bodies around, so she quickly promised your dead body that she would return as soon as possible.

Only after Voldemort's defeat did McGonagall remember about you again and instantly asked Wood to assist her to pick up your body.

Oliver let out a shallow breath as he halted next to your body. You hadn't been moved because you had fallen into a relatively peaceful area where there wasn't much damage done.

He quickly glanced at the head of the Gryffindor house with a shaken look on his face before seizing your body.

Your head lolled against his shoulders and your arm limply hung from your body as Oliver carried you to the great hall, where most of the bodies were placed.

When he entered the Great Hall, he noticed some people throwing pitiful looks at you in his arms as he brought you to a free spot.

Just as he was about to place you down he heard someone let out a miserable sob before turning to your stepmom who hadn't left Remus his side since the war had ended.

He carefully put you on a blanket as Nymphadora fell down next to your body. He took this as his que to leave, but not before giving one last tragic look at your corpse.

Neville, Ginny, Seamus, Harry, Hermione, and Ron immediately ran towards you when they noticed your body being brought in.

Neville closed his eyes as tears escaped them while he remembered how lively you had looked hours prior.

Hermione leaned into Ron as salty wet tears streamed down her face as she hiccuped slightly while Seamus stared at you with horror and misery.

At a sudden point during the battle did Blaise find Neville and Luna, but when he questioned them about your whereabouts he came out with nothing.

His hopes started to falter after he had practically scoured the whole castle.

After Voldemort's defeat, he had followed the Malfoy's into the great hall and quietly sat there as he observed the doors, hoping for you to come through them.

He had asked all of your friends by now where you were, but none of them knew. Blaise had even looked at all the bodies to ensure that you weren't dead.

Later on, Draco and his mother had already left, but Blaise didn't dare to move his eyes from the gate.

His eyes glanced towards a small commotion that had been around one of the bodies that had just been brought in by Oliver Wood and professor McGonagall.

When he looked closer, he noticed that it were your friends. Even your stepmother was there as she sat on the ground while crying her eyes out.

He quickly came to realize that it couldn't be a coincidence.

'No'

He kept repeating the word as he quickly jumped up and neared the group, but he felt his heart in his throat when he recognized your messy y/h/c hair and your favorite red sweater that you had been wearing earlier that night when he saw you.

His eyes widened as he pushed through your friends, who threw sympathetic looks as he collapsed next to your body.

The war hadn't been kind to you. Your nose was broken and dried blood stained your upper lip. You had multiple scratches and gashes along your body, and blood stained the blanket that you were laying on, indicating that there was a wound on the back of your head.

Your fingers were covered in grime and blood, but he could make out that you missed one finger.

Blaise clutched to your body refusing to let you go as tears fell from his eyes, not caring about the blood that was tainting his clothes.

He sat there for hours, refusing to leave you as the stream of tears seemed endless.

At a certain point, they had placed your father’s body next to you, but he paid him no mind.

Most students had been leaving the Great Hall, but he remained next to you while Nymphadora watched him sadly.

He felt like his life ended the moment he found your body, but his thoughts were cut off by a hand being placed on his shoulder.

His eyes glanced towards the owner, who happened to be Nymphadora. She sat down next to him while trying to keep her tears at bay.

“What happened?” Blaise's voice was quivering and hoarse, his hands trembled, and he was terrified of the answer.

“I- Y/n found me and R-Remus at a certain point during the battle. Remus had just been killed by Antonin Dolohov so she avenged him by killing Dolohov. After her fight with him she-uhm, she lost her wand. While I was grieving over Remus I was oblivious to Bellatrix who was planning to kill me,” Blaise let out a shuddered breath as he knew where this was going to but kept quiet.

“She charged at Bellatrix and pushed her off the castle, but Bellatrix pulled her with her. During their fall, Bellatrix managed to apparatus. Even though Y/n didn’t kill her, she saved my life,” Nymphadora was full-on sobbing now as the memory seemed like an endless loop.

“What-what happened to Bellatrix?” Blaise felt anger fill his body as he spat out the name of the woman who had partially killed his Y/n.

“Molly killed her.”

Blaise nodded but remained quiet as he grieved you with your stepmother silently. But he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to recover from this, from your death.

©cupidsheqrt , 2022.

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too-young-for-maturity · 4 months

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I live for the idea that as Albus Severus Potter grew up he kept hearing the stories of 'one of the bravest man his father knew' and 'the greatest wizard of all times' and very much realised how toxic and manipulative his namesake were. He turns seventeen and storms into the ministry of magic to get his name fuckin changed to nimbus firebolt potter or some shit.

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elliebyrrdwrites · 19 days

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The Heist

(Again)

This story is too much fun to write.

“What,” Seamus began as he pulled up several screens of security footage. “Do we do about Pansy?”

“What do we do about Astoria?” Ginny set down a tray of sandwiches she brought from the kitchen. Turkey and swiss cheese with mustard and tomato, cut into little triangles and divested of its crust.

Draco lifted one up and took a bite from a corner and leaned back in his chair behind the desk.

Currently on the screens Seamus had set up was several visuals of the interior of Flamel’s home including the atrium, a parlor he apparently spent much time in, and his bedroom. The bedroom camera was placed by Draco and Theo last night during the gala.

Currently, Flamel wasn’t in the house, as he was at lunch with Zabini.

“What did she threaten you with?” Harry asked Draco as he settled onto the sofa with a sandwich.

Granger was avoiding the conversation, flipping through a book. Ignoring the longing looks from Theo and the provoking ones from Draco.

“She wants my ring.”

“What ring?” Theo asked, pulling his gaze from Granger.

“The one I would have given her, had I married her.”

“Why does she want that ring?” Teddy grabbed a second triangular sandwich and proceeded to stuff the entire thing into his mouth.

“It’s quite expensive.” Draco shrugged. “And if I give it to her, she would show up on the family Tapestry.”

“But you wouldn’t be marrying her.” Harry said it slowly. “Right?”

“Sliding that Malfoy ring onto a witches hand is as good as marrying her. It would bind her to me and my family.”

Granger’s eyes snapped up from the book in her lap.

“Why would she want to do that? It’s been ages since you two ended.” Ginny glanced over at Granger.

Draco shrugged and tossed the last bit of sandwich into his mouth and chewed, considering her question.

“She just wants access to the vaults.” Theo scowled and Draco nodded in confirmation.

“It would humiliate me, in her eyes.” He added. “My name has been burned off of the Malfoy tapestry. But hers wouldn’t be,”

“How would that work? Isn’t blood required for those sort of binding contracts?” Granger asked, finally unable to hold her tongue.

“It is. The ring will not go on without either of our blood being spilled.” He grinned at the absurdity of the situation. The entire thing was archaic and worked like a curse on both participants.

“How do you intend to take care of all this?” She glanced down to her lap.

“I intend to employee the work of a highly regarded Curse Breaker.” He dug his fingers into the pocket of his pants and pulled the ring he had retrieved from his home late last night.

When she looked up at him, he smiled.

Everyone looked at the ring he held up. It was a platinum ring with a large pure Columbian emerald and a diamond on either side.

Ginny gasped. “Holy crap. That thing must be worth hundreds of galleons!”

Draco sniffed and set it down on his desk. “It is.”

Granger stared at the ring like it might bite her. “You want me to break the wards on it.”

“It’s more like a curse.” He smiled and flicked his wand toward the platter of sandwiches, summoning a second serving.

She nodded slowly, scrutinizing the ring from where she sat. Which was not her usual spot on the edge of his desk. It was in a chair that was nestled into the corner of the room.

Theo stood near the bookcase, eyeing her.

“Okay, so let’s say Hermione breaks the curse on the ring, then what?” Harry asked, also staring at the ring like it might bite.

“Then I’ll give it to Astoria. It wont bind her to me once the curse is broken. She can do with the ring, what she wants.”

“But it’s a family heirloom!” Ginny screeched. “What happens when you find a witch you want to marry?”

Draco looked to his own little thief as she looked up at him. He smiled gently and shrugged. “I’ll get her something better.”

Theo huffed out a laugh, his eyes suddenly brightening as they shot between Draco and Granger.

Draco tucked away that reaction as he turned to Seamus. “The trick is understanding Pansy’s roll in Flamel’s life and his estate.”

Seamus nodded and tapped a few keys. One of the screens changed views of the house. There was an image of the pool and several lounge chairs set up around it. On the farthest chair from the camera, laid Pansy.

Dressed in a two piece, she soaked up the rays of the sun, her face shaded with the aide of a large floppy hat.

He noticed Granger sneak a peak at Theo, who was frowning up at the screen.

“She looks comfy.” Ginny drawled, rolling her eyes.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less from Princess Pansy.” Seamus snorted.

“God, I always hated her. She wanted to sell Harry out to old Vordy. Remember that?” She nodded to Granger.

Granger sniffed and shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

Theo wasn’t staring at the screen anymore. He was watching Granger with a renewed sense of vigor.

“We create an alibi.” Harry suddenly said. Draco tilted his head and gestured for him to go on.

“We need you, Theo and Hermione to be seen by her on the day of the heist.”

Everyone nodded, following along.

“We need three decoys that not only Pansy will see but Astoria, too. She’s onto us, right?”

“She is.”

“We need three extra people to Polyjuice as you lot, and that can be where you give Tori the wand.” He shrugged. “Or the Polyjuiced version of you, that is.”

Draco leaned back in his chair and nodded slowly. He ran a hand along his jaw, scratching thoughtfully.”

“How are we going to get those two girls in the same place? Don’t they hate each other?” Theo asked.

“There’s a reunion coming up.” Granger said. “Hogwarts throws a reunion for all alums every summer.” She nodded to Harry. “We got our invites weeks ago.”

“Should I be offended that I never received one?” Theo mused. He looked at Draco. “Did you receive one?”

Draco shook his head but was frowning at the logistics for the idea Harry suggested. “Sure, that’s fine but who would we use as our decoys?”

Ginny cleared her throat. “I have a few ideas.” She raised her hand and smiled over at Theo.

“You mean more Weasleys.” He leveled her with a look of discontent.

She nodded. “George and Charlie would definitely do it. And, uh,” She cleared her throat and looked at her husband. He grimaced as he nodded. “Ron would.”

Theo closed his eyes and too a deep breath. Upon exhaling, his eyes opened. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

Granger snorted, abruptly, from the corner of the room. Everyone’s attention turned to her. She looked ready to burst with laughter but she pressed a hand over her mouth and shook her head. Clearing her throat, she held up another hand. “Sorry. No, it’s just.” She giggled but stopped herself with a sigh. “We’re dealing with Pansy and Astoria and now Ron?”

Draco found himself grinning at her.

“But we’re not really going to use him, are we?” Theo demanded. The corner of his lip twitched, fighting against a smile. Whether it was for the situation, or the sound of Granger’s laughter, Draco wasn’t sure.

“I don’t know who else we can trust.” Harry shrugged, agreeing with his wife.

“Well, I don’t want a Weasley polyjuicing into me, seeing my bits and pieces.” Theo sniffed.

“Ron can be me, he’s already seen all of my bits and pieces.” Granger offered, causing Harry and Ginny to grimace. Teddy gagged and put a decorative throw pillow over his face.

Draco smiled blandly at her while Theo blanched.

“Maybe Ginny can be Hermione.” Seamus offered.

“And have one of my brothers be me and chance seeing my bits and pieces?!”

Granger snorted again and threw her hands over her face.

“I can be you.” Harry offered.

“Then who would be you?” Theo asked.

“Ron.” Harry answered. “We’ve already seen each other naked.” He shrugged. “We shared a dorm for six years, a tent for another and regularly take showers in the same locker room at work.”

“Why,” Draco began. “Are we assuming that the polyjuiced versions of ourselves will see our bits and pieces?”

Theo looked at Draco like had had gone bonkers. “I imagine one may need to take a wee at some point. He’d be using an exact replica of my wand, if you know what I mean.”

“Everyone knows what you mean.” Seamus said as he and Teddy unraveled into laughter.

Harry lowered his head into a hand and sighed loudly.

But Ginny was undeterred. “George and Charlie can be you two.” She said it with finality. Like they had all agreed that this was the route that they would indeed take.

Draco considered, as he reached for another sandwich with his wand, that is most likely was decidedly so. He needed to clear these hurtles before they managed to set a date on hitting their actual target.

“Well,” Ginny stood and nodded to her husband. “We have a dinner to plan.”

“What dinner?” Harry lifted his head from his hand and eyed his wife.

“For my brothers. We have to wine and dine them, as you know, in order to get them to listen to us.”

Harry shrugged and stood with his wife.

“Wait, so that’s it? It’s decided? We’re actually going to use the Weasleys?”

Draco shrugged as he watched the Potters wave goodbye.

Seamus stood and stretched. “I’ve got a date.” He checked his watch. “You got this, right?” He said to Draco, nodding to the screens on display.

“What do you mean, you’ve got a date? You mean that muggle woman from the museum?” Teddy sat up straight.

Seamus nodded and made his way across the study. “Yeah, her names Charlotte.” He grinned as he said her name.

“You look serious.” Teddy observed with a raised brow.

“I am. We are.” Seamus waved and left them behind.

Teddy looked around at the room. Observed Granger, once again, flipping through the book in her lap. Eyed Theo and Draco and stood, clearing his throat. “I have a witch to visit.”

“Weasley?” Theo asked.

Granger smiled at Teddy. “You mean Victoire?”

“Yeah. I owled her this morning and asked her to meet me at Florean Fortescue's.”

“Good call, cousin.” Draco raised his sandwich in a salute before taking a bite.

“And you three clearly have some things to talk about so,” Teddy added with a pointed look at Draco and Theo before he waved goodbye and left Granger with her two thieves.

Draco dusted his fingers off and eyed Theo.

“Granger,”

She sighed and closed her book. She quickly stood from the chair and sent the book sailing back into its spot on the shelf. “I have to go, too.”

“Where are you going?” Theo pushed away from the bookcase. “You can’t leave.”

“I can and I am.” She glanced over to Draco. “I’ll look at the ring when I get back.”

“Granger, don’t shut down.” Theo was hot on her heels as she strode for the door.

“I’m not. I have a meeting.”

“With who?”

Draco watched the confrontation with little amusement.

“None of your business.” She didn’t turn to look at him as she swept from the room.

Theo froze at the door and angrily shoved his hands into his hair with a growl.

“Why do you think she’s so upset?” Draco asked, dusting off his fingers.

“Because she is a woman of dignity.” he shrugged and the added, “She doesn’t want to end up alone?”

Draco nodded toward the screen, where Pansy was still lounging beside the pool. “Do you think she knows what kind of wizard Flamel is?”

Theo shook his head. “I don't know how I'd feel if she did.”

“I suppose we’ll find out.”

“Hello!”

Zabini waltzed into the study but stopped when he beheld the two wizards. “Where’s Granger?”

Theo rolled his eyes and settled onto his perch on the desk.

“She’s busy.” Draco replied and nodded to Zabini. “How did the lunch go?”

“It was...educational.” He paused. “Eventful.”

“Flamel is a scoundrel?” Theo surmised.

“Indeed,” Blaise settled into a chair. “So it was your guys’ intention to get me invited to a sex party?”

Draco chuckled while Theo replied, “Yes. When is it?”

“It’s on Friday. I can’t go. That Hogwarts Alum thing is the same day.”

Draco’s eyes flicked to Theo as he scoffed. “You got an invite?”

“Of course. I get one every year.”

“Well, now I know it’s personal.” Theo muttered.

“You’re gonna have to go to Flamel’s sex party.” Draco said, plainly.

Zabini shook his head. “That sounds incredibly uncomfortable. Why would I do that?”

“Because you promised Granger your full cooperation.” Draco reminded him, thankful for Granger’s carefully worded ultimatum.

“Plus,” Theo grinned. “We’ll be there.”

“You two?” Zabini laughed.

“Yes, and Granger.”

Zabini narrowed his eyes in on Draco, considering. “What is the end game here?”

“We keep Flamel distracted. Well,” Draco paused. “You keep Flamel distracted.”

“Where will you lot be? You interested in purchasing sex workers?”

“No,” Draco plucked the ring from his desk and palmed it. “We’re going to be part of the entertainment.”

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