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okay a real one before i log out
regulus, fred, oliver wood
and a second one!
bill, james, george
(side note: i’m in love with bill wealsey 💗 he so 🥵)
SLAY THANKS FOR ANOTHER ONE (but actually i did sort of enjoy the last one...)
this is so so hard i cant believe you'd do this.
i think i'd fuck reg <33 he's just sooo 💞 pretty boy
i'd marry fred <3 LOVE HIM. my baby. so cute so amazing. he'd be the bestest husband
i'd kill oliver because he loves sports a little too much, and i literally skip every single PE lesson w my friend, so i feel like we'd get into too many arguments. he'd probs divorce me when i refused to watch quidditch games w him :(((
now,
i would fuck bill (hell yeah ur right, he's sooo 💘)
i would marry james (THE HUSBAND OF ALL HUSBANDS HELLO??? bro was the most husband ever and he was only married for a year or two)
anddd ugh god. just to be clear i love him. it's just luck of the draw.... but yeah, i'd kill george :((
#this was such a good one though#love all these characters#slay#harry potter#the marauders#oliver wood#the weasely twins#fred weasley#george weasley#james potter#bill weasely#regulus black#vinnie's tag 🌸
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Sweet dance
Bill (William) - Percy - Fred - George - Ron Wealsey x Reader - Y/N
Summary: As a muggle-born, obviously you know about technology. Except your Weasley boyfriend doesn't, not at all actually. One day you arrive home with a radio, wanting to show it to him. You put on a disc playing romantic musics and invite him to dance.
Warning: None
Bill
He gently take your hand and take you dancing with him. You move at the rhythm of the music, making you turn as you dance together. The moment is loving and tender, sweet and full of love. He close the dance with a soft kiss, a hand on your cheek and the other on your hip. Bill gives you caresses and kisses, no words needed. You can see the look in his eyes, as you look at his face. Pure eyes of admiration and love saying "I'll love you forever and more".
Percy
You take his hand and try to pull him in the dance. "Come on!" You try to convince him, as you only get for answer "I have more important things to do than dancing". You still don't let him go, pulling him in. He sigh "If I give you one dance, you'll let me work?" He ask a bit annoyed. You nod and pull him again. He take you in his arms and make you dance, for once he's having fun. You dance for a minute, then two, three, four... you dance for at least 15 minutes before he even look at the clock and realise. "Oh... we've danced more than enough, now excuse me but I have things to do." You make a slight pout but accept it, giving him a kiss before letting him go. You drive him crazy in both ways, you know it.
Fred
He give a smile and look at you lovingly, he hold out his hand for you to take. "My lady" He speak with a half teasing and half sweet tone. You take his hand and start dancing together, you dance slowly at first and go faster and faster. He make you spin and lift you up, he kiss you, caress you and hold you. He end the dance with a hug and a kiss, his arms wrap around your waist as he lift you up. "I love you" He whisper.
George
He catch you from behind and pull you close. "My lady want to dance with me?" He say with an adorable chuckle. He too make you spin and lift you up. You dance together for a little while as the minutes pass. The dance end in a kiss, your arms wrapped around his neck. He caress your back, passing his hand under your shirt, just to tease you a bit. Not that he doesn't like doing it, he loves doing it actually. He kiss your neck and smile as he pull away. "Such a pretty lady, how lucky am I?"
Ron
"Come on, take my hand" You try to convince him. "No way, I don't like dancing." He answer, even tho you know he's just scared to step on your feet and embarrass himself in front of you. You take his hand and pull him, you make him dance with you. He step on your feet once or twice, or ten times... didn't bother to count. You end the dance with a wide smile, while he looks embarrassed to death. "Sorry... for stepping on your feet.. like ten thousands time... but it's your fault you pulled me in the dance!" He say with his face slightly red. You give him a smile then a kiss. "Don't worry, my feet are used to it now" He give a small smile. "You're gonna be the death of me." He say with a chuckle.
#Weasley#ron weasley#ron weasly x reader#ron wealsey x y/n#ron weasly imagine#george weasley#george wealsey x reader#george wealsey imagine#fred weasley#fred weasly x reader#fred weasely x y/n#percy weasley#percy weasley x reader#bill weasley#william weasley#bill weasley x reader#harry potter#hp
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omgomgomg ok we all know that fred teases and stuff all the time and it’s in every fic ever and a lot of the time he’s like mean (or.. in some cases.. well you know) but i’ve literally never seen him like that.. anyway all that to say can you please do a fic (no smut) where he’s just an absolute sweetie and absolutely so whipped for reader (but like not in a cringe way LMAO)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Warnings: She/her pronouns, fluff, golden retriever!fred, established relationship
Summary: You have Fred trained well
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*Y/n's POV*
Soon it will be Christmas, and I will be going home with my boyfriend to meet his family for the first time. It's exciting and scary at the same time, but for now, we live like normal. I had just gotten to breakfast when I realized I was missing my potions text book, we had potions first. I let out a frustrated groan.
"What's wrong m'dear?" Fred asked worriedly
"Nothing, just left my text book in the common room, I'll have to eat quickly then go grab it" I breath out
"Ah, no love, I'll go get it! You eat, I've been down here for a while"
"Oh will you Fred?! Thank you m'love!" I kiss him on his cheek before sitting down tiredly. If I had turned around I would have seen his blush and the way he touched his cheek with a soft smile before he went to go get the book
"Whipped" I hear Ginny say under her breath, I look toward the girl with a smile
--meeting the family--
I had been anxious to meet his family, I don't know what they're like. That's why I brought a deck of muggle cards to maybe teach Mr. Weasley a couple games.
I obviously had already met, Percy, George, Ron and Ginny. But the others I had never met. The door gets thrown open
"OH! HOW WONDERFUL! Y/n, we've heard so much about you!" I get pulled into a hug from Mrs. Weasley.
"And I, you! It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Weasley" I suddenly felt calm in her embrace
"Oh please, please darling call me Molly" she starts "We've already started dinner, I hope you don't mind"
"Of course not! please lead the way" I follow her right in through the living room to the kitchen and table area "lovely home you have" I say as I looked around with wide eyes, adoring the wood, adoring the homeliness
"Oh thank you dear, such a sweetheart" she mumbles the last part, hand on her heart
"Oh! Dar-mling! Hw ar ya-" Fred says, while chewing his food, I simply tap my finger to my lips and he lets out a sound of recognition, he chews his food quickly (with his mouth shut), swallows and stands up
"Sorry about that love, How are you?" he asked kindly
"I'm great, darling" I look over to his family who, other than Percy, George, Ron and Ginny, looked shocked
"Bloody hell, that's a brilliant witch!" a tall, muscled, red head, with scars all over any area showing, approached me "I'm Charlie, Charlie Weasley, whatever you're doing, keep doing it."
"Haha, He's trained well" Molly approached with a huge hug
"You are my new daughter in-law, I will accept no one else"
"Oh-Pfft" I let out a giggle as I turn back to Fred, he looks toward the floor with a shy smile and light blush, I grab his hand and sit at the table with my new in-laws
As the night continued I had played 4 or 5 hands of poker with Mr. Weasley and Fred, who was sulking because we were going to play without him
--The common room--
"Darling, hand me that" I pointed at the book to the left of the chair I was on, that was on a stand nearly connected to the couch
"of course Love" he said quickly while playing with a fire cracker he found in one of their old trunks
"Thank you love"
Ginny looks at Ron who looks at George, they all then break into laughter
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That's all I got folks
#hogwarts#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#hogwarts houses#hogwarts oc#fred weasley#fred weasly x reader#fred weasely x y/n#fred wealsey fic#weasley twins#george weasley#bill weasley#charlie weasley
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The Nightshade Sisters: Professor Snape
Warnings- dead mom, abusive dad, raised by aunt uncles and godparents, death eaters, Voldemort, violence and murder, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, all other Harry Potter stuff
Let me know if there’s anything else!
ROSIE’S POV:
The next morning Draco and Rosie walked down to the great hall to get some breakfast. Draco sat next to Rosie, across from Crabb and Goyle. Draco was talking to them as Rosie was writing a letter.
Dear Moony,
I miss you so, so, so much! I didn't get put in Hufflepuff with Ceddie or Lacy, nor did I get put in Gryffindor like you. However I did get put into Slytherin like Aunt Joyce and Uncle Tim. I already made a friend! His name is Draco Malfoy, he’s in my house as well. I don’t like that I won’t get to be with you on full moons now. Harry Potter was put in Gryffindor just like you said he would be. I had a panic attack as the train stopped in front of Hogwarts yesterday, but Lace and Ceddie helped me through it. Today’s the first day of classes, I’ll write to you tomorrow to let you know how it goes. I’m really nervous, but I don’t think much attention will be on me if Harry Potter is in my class. I miss and love you, Uncle Moony.
Love,
Cub
“What are you doing?” Draco asked, looking at Rosie.
“I’m writing to my uncle. I miss him, so I decided to write to him. Do you want to go with me to ask my siblings if I could borrow one of their owls?”
“Sure.” Draco replied, he got up and grabbed Rosie’s hand, to help her up.
“This way.” Rosie stated, taking the lead and dragging him behind her. “Lace, Ceddie!”
“Rosie!” Lacy replied, wrapping her arms around Rosie in a big hug.
“Lace… I… Can’t… Breathe.”
“Sorry.” Lacy let out, letting go of her, as she saw Draco. “Hi. Who are you?”
“I’m Draco, Rosie’s best friend.” Draco explained, sticking out his hand to Lacy. Rosie smiled and a small blush came to her cheeks. Cedric saw and smirked.
“I’m Lacy,” Lacy replied, shaking Draco’s hand. “I’m Rosie’s older sister, and this is our brother, Cedric.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Draco,” Cedric smiled, shaking Draco’s hand.
“Could I borrow one of your owls to send a letter to Uncle Remus?”
“Yeah, of course, Little Rose. Sugar’s in the owlery. Just call her and she’ll come to you.”
“Thanks, Ceddie.” Rosie replied, hugging him. “I love you guys.”
“We love you too, Little Rose.”
“So much.” Lacy added.
Later that morning Rosie and Draco went off to Potions class. Rosie sat next to Draco in between the big boys, as if they were their bodyguards.
“Professor Snape is the head of Slytherin so he should like us.” Draco explained to Rosie. “Actually I know he likes me, I’ve known him since I was a baby. He’s my godfather, so just stay with me, and stay on his good side, and you’ll be set for all seven years.”
“Thanks, Draco.”
All of a sudden the doors opened and Professor Snape came storming in. He stopped in front of his desk and looked at the class. Draco sat up straighter with a small smile on his face, his eyes filled with admiration.
“There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class.” Snape explained. “As such, I don’t expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However for the select few,” Snape glanced over at Draco and Rosie. “Who possesses the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensure the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to…not pay attention.”
Everyone glanced over to where Snape was looking, Hermione nudged Harry, and he looked up to see Snape glaring down at him. Draco and the big boys snickered, but Draco stopped when Rosie nudged him and gave him a look.
“Potter!” Snape called. “What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
"I don't know, sir," Harry said.
Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Tut, tut -- fame clearly isn't everything." He ignored Hermione's hand. "Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
“I don’t know, sir.” Harry said again, as Hermione’s hand stayed in the air.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter as Rosie tried to shut them up, feeling sorry for Harry.
“What’s the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?”
“I don’t know. I think Hermione does, though, why don’t you ask her?”
“Miss. Nightshade,” Snape called, turning around to look at her. “Perhaps you would like to explain the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane? I do believe this is something you would know.”
Rosie stared at him a little wondering how he knew. “There’s no difference Professor. They are the same plant known as aconite.”
“Yes. I thought you would know that. Very nice, Miss. Nightshade, ten points to Slytherin.” The Slytherins started cheering and Draco smiled at Rosie. “And I’d like to see you after class, Miss. Nightshade.”
After class finished Draco got up and looked at her. “Are you going to be okay? Do you want me to stay with you?”
“No, I’ll be okay, Draco. But I wouldn’t mind if you waited outside.”
“Okay,” Draco sighed and walked out of the class behind everyone else.
“You wanted to see me, Professor,” Rosie let out.
“I think you should know that I went to school with your aunt, uncles, and parents before they got expelled and banned from the wizarding world.”
“What does this have to do with anything?”
“I was in Slytherin with your aunt and uncle. I was on good terms with them. However your uncle, Remus, was someone I despised.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, sir.”
“I do hope you aren't like him.”
“I’m not a werewolf if that’s what you’re implying.”
“Good to know. Judging by the fact that you are in my house, I do hope that you behave more like your aunt and uncle, rather than your uncle and sister.”
“I’ll do my best, sir. May I go now.”
“Yes.”
“Hey, everything okay?” Draco asked, when Rosie walked out of the room.
“Yeah, Snape just wanted to talk to me about my family. Apparently my sister’s not the best student, and he wanted to make sure I’ll be better than her.”
#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley fanfiction#fred weasley#draco x you#fred weasley x pregnant reader#fred weasly x reader#fred weasely x y/n#fred wealsey fic#cedric diggory#draco malfoy#draco malfoy imagines#draco malfoy imagine#draco x reader#draco lucius malfoy#draco malfoy x reader#hp fanfic#hp#hp fandom#harry potter#remus lupin#sirius black#arthur weasley#molly weasley#bill weasley#charlie weasley#percy weasley#george weasley#ron weasley#ginny weasley
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W Rizz stands for Weasley Rizz, if you’re not a Weasley consider me unrizzed
#the weasleys#Ron Weasley#Fred Weasley#Charlie Weasley#George Weasley#bill weasley#Ginny Weasley#Percy weasely
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Reading the Harry Potter series again, fuck JK Rowling. Her nasty views and actions won't stop me from enjoying them. Mundungus Fletcher is such a bad influence on young witches and wizards but I love him anyway.
And despite Rupert Grint being the perfect Ron, I think I'm gonna watch the Max series when it comes out. Just to see if they get in more of the story. Like Peeves, Firenze, Mundungus, Dobby being a house elf at Hogwarts, Winky, (although they shouldn't do Spew if it truly is a metaphor for any kind of civil rights movements) etc. Ahhh, Aberforth, Arianna, show us Dumbledore's family. If they did already I apologize, only saw the last two movies once and it's been since they came out.
Of course, it won't be as gay as the books make it out to be. *cough* Drarry, *cough* Wolfstar....
#harry potter#jk rowling#rupert grint#mundungus fletcher#drarry#aberforth dumbledore#arianna dumbledore#dobby#peeves the poltergeist#Charlie weasely#bill weasley#Fred Weasley lives goddamn it
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Remembering what we had
Bill Weasley X Fem!Reader
Warnings: Angst, Death
Author's note: This is the first time, I'm writing angst, so if you could please give me feedback.
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Laughter is heard in the Hogwarts corridors, The teacher looks around and notices two people running around, they smile at these two people.
"Ok, let's give them some privacy, oh young love" Professor McGonagall whispers to the other teacher as they leave the two teens alone.
Y/N was running from Bill as she had made a prank on him, but Bill was able to catch up to her and spun her around, before kissing her, both laughing from excitement and love. "Oh I'm so going to marry you when we're older" Bill laughs and Y/n just gazes at him full of love. "You better" Y/n laughs.
~Flashback ended~
You smile as I remember the past with Bill, tears pooling in my eyes as I look into the wedding ceremony. I smiled through the pain and said "You promised me, Bill" As you look into the wedding ceremony of Bill and his fiance, tears falling as you see Bill smile at her just like he had looked at you. After the ceremony was done, Bill looks around and notices you, he stops and looks, and you smile at him, mouthed to him "Be happy". His wife then looks at him and says "What's wrong?" Bill turns to her and whispers "Nothing, I'm just remembering her." His wife gives him a sad smile and "Do you want to visit her grave after coming back from our honeymoon?" Bill nodded, his heart belonged to Y/N but it seems time and their life never connected in this life, he had always carried Y/N in his heart, but now, Fleur had his heart, not fully but she understood why.
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I'm sorry if this is short, I just got this idea and had to write it down. It's also my first time writing angst, and I would love the feedback.
#Bill weasley#Bill weasley x reader#angst#Bill Weasely x fem!reader#fem!reader#death of character#Bill weasley fanfiction#bill weasley angst
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Chapter 4
Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).
Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.
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𝕸𝖗𝖘. 𝖂𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖎𝖓 a good mood when we went downstairs. She was cooking on the stove and informed us that we would be eating outside due to such a large amount of people in the house. Ron and Harry grabbed cutlery and Trang stayed by Mrs. Weasley's side, handing her pans when she needed them. I grabbed cups so that we could fill them with drink and headed out after the others.
Crookshanks was pelting after a gnome which was laughing. It dove into a boot and laughed wildly as Crookshanks put a paw in there, trying to get it out. I smiled.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Charlie and Bill were making two tables smash into each other in a sort of battle. Fred and George were cheering, Ginny was laughing, and Hermione seemed to be split in her emotions between amusement and anxiety.
Bill's table caught Charlie's with a huge bang and knocked one of its legs off. There was a clatter from overhead and everyone looked up to see Percy looking down from the second floor.
"WILL YOU KEEP IT DOWN?!" He bellowed.
"Sorry Perce." Bill said, his long locks sweeping behind him as he lifted his head again. "How're the cauldron bottoms coming on?"
"Very badly." Percy said peevishly, slamming the window shut, making the windows rattle. Everyone laughed again as Bill and Charlie lowered the tables back to Earth. Bill reattached the table leg and then made tablecloths appear from nowhere.
Trang and I set the table in record time and soon Mrs. Weasley had all of the dishes of her cooking on the tables. I put some of the food onto my plate, sitting between Bill and Trang. Hermione, Harry, and Ron were sitting across from me. Both Fred and Charlie kept shooting glances down at Bill as he chatted with me.
I picked at my food, listening, rather than talking, while eating. I was mostly listening to Mr. Weasley and Percy's conversation.
"I've told Mr. Crouch that I'll have it ready by Tuesday." Percy said- meaning his cauldron report. "that's a bit sooner than he expected it, but I like to keep on top of things. I think he'll be grateful I've done it in good time, I mean, it's extremely busy in our department just now, what with all the arrangements for the World Cup. We're just not getting the support we need from the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Ludo Bagman-"
"I like Ludo." Mr. Weasley interrupted mildly. "He was the one who got us such good tickets for the Cup. I did him a bit of a favor: His brother, Otto, got into a spot of trouble- a lawnmower with unnatural powers- I smoothed the whole thing over."
"Oh Bagman's likable enough of course." Percy said in a dismissive manner. "but how he ever got to be head of Department. . . when I compare him to Mr. Crouch! I can't see Mr. Crouch losing a member of our department and not trying to find out what's happened to them. You realize Bertha Jorkins has been missing for over a month now? Went on holiday to Albania and never came back?"
My mouth went dry. I stopped eating.
"Yes, I was asking Ludo about that." Mr. Weasley said with a frown. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat but continued to listen in, "He says Bertha's gotten lost plenty of times before now- though I must say, if it was someone in my department, I'd be worried. . ."
"Oh Bertha's hopeless, all right. I hear she's been shunted from department to department for years, much more trouble than she's worth. . . but all the same, Bagman ought to be trying to find her. Mr. Crouch has been taking a personal interest, she worked in our department at one time, you know, and I think Mr. Crouch was quite fond of her- but Bagman just keeps laughing and saying she probably misread the map and ended up in Australia instead of Albania. However-" Percy stopped talking to take a sip of wine, "- we've got quite enough on our plates at the Department of International Magical Cooperation without trying to find members of other departments too. As you know, we've got another big event to organize right after the World Cup. You know the one I'm talking about, Father. The top-secret one." Percy said in a slightly raised voice.
I glanced over at the others to see Ron roll his eyes and say, "He's been trying to get us to ask what that event is ever since he started work. Probably an exhibition of thick-bottomed cauldrons."
Harry and Hermione laughed but I just gave him a strained smile. No one knew about Bertha? That hadn't occurred to me. Did I say something? But it was a dream, not a vision. . . so. . . even though I knew it happened and Dad believed me. . . would it be evidence? But Dad was always inclined to believe whatever I said, regardless if others believed me. . .but I'd been sure enough of the dream to fake my own death, hadn't I?
"Excuse me," I muttered and I got up from the table, heading back into the house, preoccupied. The others wouldn't be in for another thirty minutes or so. Maybe I could go to Diagon Alley and get my books or something. I went up to Ginny's room and dug in my trunk for the Hogwarts letter. I hadn't opened it. I'd forgotten in my rush to get here.
I opened it up.
I only needed one new book which was The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4 by Miranda Goshawk. That was convenient. There were also dress robes but I wanted to get those myself.
I turned to go back downstairs and saw Harry there. I nearly jumped in fright. "Are you alright?" He asked. "You looked upset at dinner."
I hesitated and then said, "You had a dream over the summer, right? About Wormtail and Voldemort and an old man, right?"
Harry looked surprised, "Yeah, how'd you know? Oh, wait, never mind. Of course you know."
"I had the same exact one." I said, chewing on my bottom lip in dismay. "And Voldemort mentioned Bertha Jorkins. . . how he killed her and when Percy and Mr. Weasley were saying no one knew where she was, I realized no one else knew. Perhaps not even you because you might not remember every detail."
Harry shook his head, "No. I don't remember a lot of it. I know they were talking about killing me. I know there was an old man. . . I think they mentioned you a bit and that's it. I didn't remember anything about Bertha Jorkins, not even now when you brought up that Voldemort and Wormtail talked about her"
I nodded my head. "They also mentioned about waiting until the Quidditch Cup is over."
We started walking down the stairs in silence until we got to the kitchen. The others were still outside. "Tell Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, if they ask that is, that I went to Diagon Alley, okay?"
"Sure." Harry said, looking troubled.
A moment later I was hurrying into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, stepping inside, and looking around. "Hello Miss Kane." She said. "Are you here for dress robes?"
"Yes please." I said. "I was looking for deep blue or purple. I don't need custom dress robes."
She nodded and bustled off into the back of the shop and came out with a variety of different dresses and put them on the rack, "Choose a couple, try them on. We're still open for twenty-five minutes."
I nodded and looked through them, surveying them, grabbed a few, and went back in the room so I could try them on. The one I decided on was a purple dress. It was a longer one and I was glad I had heels and had grown over the summer. It fit my slender frame too. It looked lovely too and I put on my other clothes and bought the dress.
"This one is a lovely dress." Madam Malkin said as she checked me out. "Have fun at Hogwarts this year dear."
"Thank you, have a nice year." I said as I headed out of the shop and made my way back to the Leaky Cauldron and then went back home. No one was in the kitchen, but not everyone was outside anymore.
I headed upstairs and hung the dress up on Ginny's wardrobe. The other three girls came in at that moment.
"Oh," Trang said. "That's a pretty dress Elizabeth."
"Thanks Trang." I said.
"We should get to sleep." Hermione said in a worried voice, "We got to get up really early for the Quidditch Cup."
I grinned at Trang, "Excited?"
She nodded, "Extremely excited."
Ginny laid down in her bed and the rest of us slept on camp beds. I fell asleep quickly, dreaming of a ball where I was dancing with Fred and then Lee then Cedric then Oliver (even though he had graduated) and then Snape who turned into Voldemort and I woke up with a start.
I looked at the clock. It was 4:45. I rolled out of bed and tiptoed around the other girls as I got dressed. I dressed in jean shorts and a white blouse. It would be cold this morning but it was only a few days into August and still very warm. I put on white sneakers. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and then snuck out the door, carrying my peppermint box.
I went down the stairs. Mrs. Weasley was already up, making breakfast and Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table yawning. He stood up and showed off his golfing shirt and blue jeans held up with a leather belt, "Does this look like I'm a Muggle?"
I nodded, yawning myself, "Yes."
Mrs. Weasley eyed my outfit and said, "Well Muggle girls do have good fashion I suppose."
I took some of the boiling water and poured it into 6 cups and put the peppermint tea bags into each of them and then used the excess in Trangs and mine tea cups.
Mrs. Weasley bustled off to wake up the boys. Mr. Weasley was organizing a sheaf of large parchment tickets.
Mrs. Weasley came back down and started stirring the pot on the stove. I yawned and then drank some of my tea which woke me up immediately with the sharpness of the drink.
Fred, George, Harry, and Ron all came downstairs, looking bleary eyed. Mr. Weasley showed his clothes to Harry and said, "What d'you think? We're supposed to go incognito- do I look like a Muggle, Harry?"
"Yes." Harry said with a smile, "Very good."
"Where's Bill and Charlie and Per-Per-Percy?" George asked with a yawn. I slid four of the cups over to them.
"That'll help wake you up." I said with a mischievous smile. I knew how sharp the taste was.
Ron picked up a cup and doused it in a swallow- I hadn't given them much- and his face turned bright red as he choked and sputtered. "What the bloody hell was that?" He asked, his face returning to normal color.
"Are you awake?" I asked, grinning.
"Well, yeah!" Ron said, still red faced and still sputtering.
Harry, Fred, and George picked their cups up. Fred smell his. "It smells like peppermint." He said and took a smaller sip than Ron. "Oh!" Fred said, his face flushing too. "That does wake you up."
Harry and George tried theirs next. George's eyes started to water and he put the cup down, but Harry just smiled, taking a seat next to me. "So what was that?" Harry asked me. Mrs. Weasley set bowls of porridge down in front of us.
"Peppermint tea." I said, dumping a large amount of brown sugar into my bowl and stirring. "Peppermint is a stimulant. It can also be used to cure different ailments like menstrual pains and nausea and muscle and nerve pain."
Everyone stared at me except Mrs. Weasley.
"What?" I asked frowning, setting aside the brown sugar and now putting a sprinkle of cinnamon on my porridge. "We learned about that in Herbology."
George shook his head in amazement. "Well at least we're all awake now."
"Oh, and to answer your question." I continued, now pouring milk into the bowl slowly so that I put the right amount, "Bill, Charlie, and Percy get to apparate so they get to stay in bed."
"Why can't we apparate too?" Fred asked grumpily.
"Because you're not of age and you haven't passed the test." Mrs. Weasley answered. Then she bustled out of the kitchen to get the girls up.
"You have to pass a test to Apparate?" Harry asked.
"Oh yes. The Department of Magical Transportation had to fine a couple of people the other day for Apparating without a license. It's not easy, Apparition, and when it's not done properly it can lead to nasty complications. This pair I'm talking about went and splinched themselves."
I flinched with the others.
"Er- Splinched?" Harry asked nervously.
"They left half of themselves behind. So, of course," Mr. Weasley said, putting treacle on his porridge, "they were stuck. Couldn't move either way. Had to wait for the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad to sort them out. Meant a fair old bit of paperwork. I can tell you, what with the Muggles who spotted the body parts they'd left behind. . ."
"Were they okay?" Harry asked, startled.
"Oh yes." Mr. Weasley said. "But they got a heavy fine, and I don't think they'll be trying it again in a hurry. You don't mess around with Apparition. There are plenty of adult wizards who don't bother with it. Prefer brooms- slower, but safer."
"To bad we can't use magic carpets anymore." I said dreamily before spooning another spoonful of lovely sugary porridge into my mouth.
"Indeed." Mr. Weasley said.
"But Bill and Charlie and Percy can all do it?" Harry asked, interested.
"Charlie had to take the test twice. . . He failed the first time, Apparated five miles south of where he meant to, right on top of some poor old dear doing her shopping, remember?" Fred asked with a huge smile.
"Yes, well, he passed the second time." Mrs. Weasley said as the rest of us laughed.
Hermione, Ginny, and Trang were all coming down the hallway looking sleepy. Trang pointed to the last steaming mug of Peppermint tea, "Is that for me?"
I nodded.
Trang picked it up and doused half of it in one go. The others, especially George and Ron who'd had bad reactions, watched in interest. "That's lovely." Trang said with brighter eyes. "Is there anymore?"
I tossed my peppermint box at her and she got up to make herself another cup of tea. I sipped mine casually.
"Why do we have to get up so early?" Ginny asked, rubbing her eyes.
"We've got a bit of a walk." Mr. Weasley said.
I kicked George and he looked up at me. I shook my head and put my hand under the table, tapping his knee. He handed me the Toffees' and I put them in my pocket. George nudged Fred and Fred passed me his too. Everyone else missed the reaction between us.
I obviously didn't have all of them, but hopefully Mrs. Weasley wouldn't notice. I zipped my bag closed so the Toffee's couldn't escape if she did want them.
"Walk?" Harry was asking in another startled voice, "What, are we walking to the World Cup?" Trang's mouth dropped too as though she thought this might be possible and I laughed, starting to eat my porridge again.
"Silly Harry, of course not." I said with a grin. "But with so many wizards coming in from all sorts of countries, we have to travel incognito. Even Muggles notice large congregations of people going in the same direction and often have the urge to check out what's going on, whether they knew about the event or not."
"George!" Mrs. Weasley shouted suddenly and everyone except me jumped. I rolled my eyes instead.
"What?" George asked, confused.
"What is that in your pocket?" Mrs. Weasley continued. I shifted my body below the table and saw that there was a bulge in his pocket. I sighed.
"Nothing!" George said, putting a hand over his pocket.
"Don't you lie to me!" Mrs. Weasley said, pointing her wand at George's pocket and saying, "Accio."
Trang watched in interest (She loved seeing magic in action) and I watched to see how the spell was conducted. Multiple objects came out of George's pocket and into her hand. Toffees. She kept pointing her wand at them and saying "Accio! Accio!"
Even I had to admit that they had come up with some pretty neat hiding places but I'd wished they'd given me more of their toffees. I checked my bag and saw that I had about twelve or so in it.
"We spent six months developing those!" Fred said angrily as she threw the toffees away.
"Oh a fine way to spend six months!" She shrieked in anger. "No wonder you didn't get more O.W.L.s"
We departed the Burrow very soon after. I stayed back for a millisecond and said to Mrs. Weasley, "Can you use some of the gold in my vault for Ron's robes? Get them new, like Harry's?" Then, I dashed off before she could say yes or no.
Trang, Fred, George, and I were all walking ahead of the others. Mrs. Weasley was still talking to Mr. Weasley and she called after us, "behave yourselves!" Fred and George glowered.
"I still have twelve." I said brightly. "Six for each of you."
"Not much." George said grumpily.
"You could have given me more." I said sharply, though sympathetically, not wanting to be blamed for their stupidity.
"How are we getting to the cup?" Trang asked.
"Portkey." I answered.
"What's that?" Trang asked.
"It's er- a magical device that transports people from one place to another. But they have certain times they take off and usually can only be used once." I said. "They are usually disguised as things that Muggles don't pick up. You have to be touching it to be transported, so don't let go of it when we get there."
"Grand." Trang said, sounding extremely nervous that she might get left behind.
We had to climb Stoatshead Hill was a long climb and before long, I had a painful stitch in my side. My legs were getting sore too but I continued on at a steady pace. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Mr. Weasley had caught up to the four of us by this time though I pulled ahead of the others with my impatience to get to the cup.
I ran up the last steps and saw two figures off in the distance. I went on ahead until I found Mr. Diggory and his son Cedric.
"Elizabeth!" Cedric said in glad surprise, "What are you doing here?"
"I was staying with the Weasleys." I said, blushing just slightly. "They're coming on a bit slow, but they'll be here in a few seconds."
Cedric and I hugged and he introduced me to his father who was a boisterous and round-faced man. He was holding a muddy boot in one hand.
"Over here, Arthur! Over here, son, we've got it!" Mr. Diggory called out and I turned to see the Weasleys, Hermione, Trang, and Harry make their way over to us.
"Amos!" Mr. Weasley said, smiling and they shook hands. To the rest of us he said, "This is Amos Diggory, everyone. He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. And I think you know his son, Cedric?"
"Hi." Cedric said, looking around at everyone, laying his eyes on Trang. I felt a strange twinge of jealousy, and then pushed it away.
Everyone said hi back except for Fred and George who only nodded. George had never forgiven Cedric for beating Gryffindor in the first Quidditch match and Fred had other reasons for disliking Cedric. What those reasons were had never been fully disclosed to me, though I had my suspicions.
"Long walk, Arthur?" Cedric's father asked.
"Not too bad. We live just on the other side of the village there. You?" Mr. Weasley asked while checking his watch.
"Had to get up at two, didn't we, Ced? I tell you, I'll be glad when he's got his Apparition test. Still. . . not complaining. . . Quidditch World Cup, wouldn't miss it for a sackful of Galleons- and the tickets cost about that. Mind you, looks like I got off easy. . ." Amos said, looking at all the others he assumed Mr. Weasley bought tickets for. "All these yours, Arthur?"
"Oh no, only the redheads. This is Hermione, friend of Ron's, Trang, friend of Elizabeth's, that's Elizabeth right there though I assume you've already met- and Harry, another friend-"
"Merlin's beard! Harry? Harry Potter?" Amos Diggory said with widening eyes.
I started to giggle and turned away. Trang watched in a bit of confusion.
"Er- yeah." Harry said uncomfortably.
"Ced's talked about you, of course. Told us all about playing against you last year. . . I said to him, I said- Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will. . . you beat Harry Potter!" Mr. Diggory said tactlessly.
Trang's mouth fell open and Fred and George were both scowling again. Cedric looked extremely embarrassed and muttered, "Harry fell of his broom, Dad. I told you. . . it was an accident. . ."
"Yes, but you didn't fall off, did you?" Mr. Diggory roared and slapped Cedric hard on the back, "Always modest, our Ced, always the gentleman. . . but the best man won, I'm sure Harry'd say the same, wouldn't you, eh? One falls off his broom, one stays on, you don't need to be a genius to tell which one's the better flier?"
I wondered if Trang was going to be able to pick her mouth up off the floor as she looked from Mr. Diggory, to Harry, to me and back again.
"Yes." I said coolly for I too had fallen off my broom that match and had taken insult to his words. "Well I'd like to see anyone stay on their broom when a dementor makes them pass out because their parents were murd-"
"Must be nearly time!" Mr. Weasley interrupted loudly, checking his watch again. Fred and George were openly grinning now. "Do you know whether we're waiting for any more, Amos?"
Trang pulled me aside as Mr. Diggory answered him and asked me quietly, "Do people usually insult others in front of them in the Magical world?"
I shook my head. "Mr. Diggory just likes to brag about his son and speaks before he thinks, that's all."
There was a lot of difficulty trying to stand around the boot and touch it. There were about eleven of us and because we all had bulky backpacks, there was less space than there may have been. Trang's finger was barely staying on and I pushed her forward so that she had two fingers on the boot.
We stood there as Mr. Weasley counted down, "Three. . . two. . ." I checked to make sure Trang's finger was still on the boot. ". . .one. . ."
My feet left the ground and I saw Trang's mouth open in a silent scream. Our shoulders were banging together and there was a howl of wind and swirling colors. My finger was stuck to the boot, pulling me forward and with my other hand, I grabbed Trang's arm that was holding the boot, as she was trying to pull it off.
"No!" I shouted, but my voice was lost in the howling wind. She got the message anyways.
Then my feet slammed into the ground and I stuck my ground while Trang stumbled and fell on her face. Everyone fell onto their faces except Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric. I had never stuck my ground before and I found why most people fell on their faces- it was exhausting finding the energy to keep standing. Part of me wanted to fall over anyways.
"Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill." A voice said.
I looked to see two Wizards dressed inexpertly as Muggles. Trang started having a fit of giggles and hid behind me so they wouldn't see her. One wizard was wearing a tweed suit with thigh- length galoshes and the other was wearing a kilt and poncho.
I started to laugh just like Trang and turned around so that they would see us laughing.
"Morning Basil." Mr. Weasley said.
"Hello there, Arthur. Not on duty, eh? It's all right for some. . . We've been here all night, You'd better get out of the way, we've got a big party coming in from the Black Forest at five-fifteen. Hang on, I'll find your campsite. . . Weasley. . . Weasley. . . About a quarter of a mile's walk over there, first field you come to. Site manager's called Mr. Roberts. Diggory. . . second field. . . ask for Mr. Payne."
"Thanks, Basil." Mr. Weasley said and we followed him away. We were walking through a deserted moor, and there was such a thick mist, it was hard to see anything. Trang and I walked with linked arms. I really did not want to lose her here.
We said good-bye to the Diggory's at the turn and they walked off. We approached the cottage door.
There was a man there, Mr. Roberts, standing on the doorstep and looking out at all the tents. When he heard our footsteps, he turned his head to look at us.
"Morning!" Mr. Weasley said brightly. He loved Muggles and was always excited with every interaction he got with them.
"Morning." Mr. Roberts said a bit less cheerfully.
"Would you be Mr. Roberts?" Mr. Weasley asked carefully.
"Aye, I would. And who're you?"
"Weasley- two tents, booked a couple of days ago?"
"Aye. You've got a space up by the wood there. Just the one night?"
"That's it." Mr. Weasley said.
"You'll be paying now, then?" Mr. Roberts said.
"Ah- right- certainly." Mr. Weasley said uncomfortably and beckoned to Trang to follow him. I went with her. "Help me, Trang." He said, pulling out a wad of Muggle bills.
"How much is it?" Trang asked and Mr. Weasley gave her the amount. She took the bills, counted them out and then gave him the money to pay with and put the rest in his pocket.
"You Foreign?" Mr. Roberts asked as the three of us returned and Mr. Weasley gave a start.
"Foreign?" Mr. Weasley repeated, confused.
"You're not the first one who's had trouble with money." Mr. Roberts said, looking Mr. Weasley over. "I had two try and pay me with great gold coins the size of hubcaps ten minutes ago."
"Did you really?" Mr. Weasley asked nervously.
Mr. Roberts looked for change to give Mr. Weasley. "Never been this crowded. Hundreds of pre-bookings. People usually just turn up. . ." He looked back out at the tents and I shifted on my feet nervously.
"Is that right?" Mr. Weasley asked, holding his hand out for the change but Mr. Roberts didn't give it to him.
"Aye. People from all over. Loads of foreigners. And not just foreigners. Weirdos, you know? There's a bloke walking 'round in a kilt and poncho." He scrutinized us again, looking at Trang and I in nearly identical outfits except she was wearing a red blouse.
"Shouldn't he?" Mr. Weasley said anxiously.
"It's like some sort of. . . I dunno. . . like some sort of rally, they all seem to now each other. Like a big party."
A wizard in plus-fours apparated next to him and pointing his wand he said sharply, "Obliviate!"
Trang shrieked and grabbed my arm. Instantly, Mr. Robert's eyes slid out of focus and a dreamy expression crept over his face.
"A map of the campsite for you and your change." Mr. Roberts said in a softer voice to Mr. Weasley.
"Thanks very much." Mr. Weasley said, taking both of the items.
The wizard in plus-fours accompanied us toward the gate. He looked exhausted with dark circles under his eyes and his chin was turning blue from cold. "Been having a lot of trouble with him. Needs a memory Charm ten times a day to keep him happy. And Ludo Bagman's not helping. Trotting around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his voice, not a worry about anti-Muggle security. Blimey, I'll be glad when this is over. See you later, Arthur." He Disapparated without another word.
Trang was still clutching my arm. "Is Mr. Roberts going to be okay?" she asked me in undertone.
"Of course." I said. "It doesn't hurt them, it simply removes the particular components of the magical abnormalities from their minds, that's all."
"But why did he have to forget?" Trang asked in a concerned voice.
"Muggles aren't supposed to know about our world. The only way Muggles find out about the magical world is in two ways. A) they have a magical child who's invited to a magical school or b) they marry someone from the magical world. Other than that, they aren't supposed to know." I said.
"Will they erase my mind if they find out that I'm a Muggle?" Trang asked, shivering.
"No." I said fiercely. "Don't worry about that. I have multiple tricks up my sleeve. And there is no reason for anyone to know that you aren't magical anyways. We don't just go around asking random people if they're muggles or not. You're with us, Trang. No one's going to notice unless you shout it through the magical microphone."
Trang didn't seem to relax any. I put an arm around her as we continued to walk. The sun had come out, making the clouds dissipate and we could see the tents now and thoughts of having her memory change were put out of Trang's mind.
The tents were so magical it was stupid that we even had Muggles at the front gates. I couldn't blame Mr. Roberts for being suspicious.
Trang looked around, her mouth dropped for what was probably a fifth time already and it wasn't even nine in the morning yet. There were tents with multiple floors, front gardens, back gardens, pools, and a large tent that obviously housed an Indian family. It looked like the palace from Aladdin and had peacocks tethered to the front of the tent.
"Always the same, we can't resist showing off when we get together. Ah, here we are, look, this is us." Mr. Weasley said with a smile.
There was a small plot of land with a sign in front of it that read WEEZLY. I giggled.
"Couldn't have a better spot! The field is just on the other side of the wood there, we're as close as we could be." Mr. Weasley said, dropping his backpack. "Right, no magic allowed, strictly speaking, not when we're out in these numbers on Muggle land. We'll be putting these tents up by hand! Shouldn't be too difficult. . . Muggles do it all the time. . . Here, Harry, where do you reckon we should start?"
Harry stared dully at the tents. He'd never been camping in his life. Trang moved forward and started instructing us all what to do. I gave her an encouraging smile. Mr. Weasley was a bit of a hindrance, especially when he got to use the mallet. Trang was laughing the entire time and looking very happy. I think she enjoyed being able to help.
We all looked back to see how the tents looked. I certainly thought they looked like Muggle tents. But Trang was frowning now. "How are we all going to fit?"
Mr. Weasley laughed kindly and said, "Go on ahead Trang."
Trang went into the tent and gasped. Harry and I quickly followed after her. Harry's jaw dropped so that Trang and him looked identical in awe.
There were three rooms- a sitting room, kitchen, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. The chairs were mismatched and the covers were crocheted. There was a strong smell of cats which I didn't mind, but it was a bit overwhelming.
"Well, it's not for long." Mr. Weasley said, mopping his bald patch with his handkerchief. It was hot in here. "I borrowed this from Perkins at the office. Doesn't camp much anymore, poor fellow, he's got lumbago." He picked up a kettle and said, "We'll need water. . ."
I quickly spoke, "Ron, Hermione, Harry, Trang, and I will go get water. The rest of you are going to look for firewood." The others stared at me and I shrugged, "That's what I saw when we got here anyways." I left out the fact that I hadn't actually seen Trang or I going with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
So, everyone else shrugged, accepting my word, and the five of us headed out of the tent. We quickly looked in the girls tent and Trang, Hermione, and I put our bags down. I made a mental note to give Fred and George their toffees.
The girls' tent was smaller- kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and sitting room but the rooms were smaller. It was a good thing we didn't have more girls because there were only four beds. However, our tent was slightly cooler and there was no cat smell.
We set off across the campsite with pans and the kettle to fill them with water. The other campers were starting to wake up as well. The first to wake were the families with small children of course. For some reason, little kids weren't fans of sleep.
Trang, Harry, and I looked fascinated at a little boy no older than two, maybe three, who had a wand in his hand, poking a slug.
"Urgh." Trang complained as the slug grew to the size of a large salami. "That's disgusting."
I giggled, but privately agreed. His mother came out of the tent. "How many times, Kevin? You don't- touch- Daddy's- wand- yeecch!" She squealed as she stepped on the slug, making it explode.
"You bust slug! You bust slug!" The boy started to cry as the mother continued to scold him. Farther ahead, two twin girls were flying on toy broomsticks, only high enough that there toes skimmed the grass.
"Wow." Trang whispered softly. "Imagine if we'd had those as kids, Elizabeth."
"I had one." I said. "pink. But I didn't ride it often because dad didn't want me in the forest by myself and he never had time to watch me cause he was working so hard."
A ministry wizard hurried past us after the little girls muttering, "In broad daylight! Parents having a lie-in, I suppose-"
Adult wizards were emerging from the tents and starting to cook breakfast. A majority of them looked around furtively and conjured fires from their wands. Others were striking matches as though they thought they wouldn't work and then were so surprised that a fire was lit that they dropped the matches.
Three African Wizards were in a serious conversation and standing around a purple fire cooking rabbit. Trang stared at the purple fire with pleasure. Purple was her favorite color.
Suddenly, we were surrounded by a large amount of green. "Er- is it my eyes, or has everything gone green?" Ron asked.
The tents were covered in shamrocks, paper and real ones, so that they looked like hills that had sprung up from the Earth. We walked through and then we heard from behind us, "Harry! Ron! Hermione! Elizabeth!"
We all turned. It was Seamus Finnigan, a Gryffindor. He was sitting in front of his tent which was also covered in shamrocks. Trang seemed to be on the verge of laughing. There was a woman sitting with him who must've been his mother and his best friend Dean Thomas who was Muggle-born.
Seamus had grown his sandy hair out so that it tucked under his ears. Dean on the other hand was close to bald.
We headed over. "Like the decorations?" Seamus asked with a broad grin. "The Ministry's not too happy."
"Ah, why shouldn't we show our colors?" His mother said with beady eyes. "You should see what the Bulgarians have got dangling all over their tents. You'll be supporting Ireland, of course?" She added. We all nodded.
"Hey Elizabeth!" Dean said, "D'you know who's going to win?"
"Sure I do." I said honestly, "But why should I spoil it for everyone?"
Dean laughed though Mrs. Finnigan looked annoyed. Maybe she'd put down a bet.
We left and Ron muttered, "Like we'd say anything else surrounded by that lot."
"I wonder what the Bulgarians have got dangling all over their tents?" Hermione asked.
"Let's go and have a look." Harry said, pointing.
We made our way to the Bulgaria tents. Each one had a poster of Viktor Krum on them. They were moving, blinking and scowling. Trang looked at them, a bit disappointed for some reason.
Ron muttered something and Hermione asked, "What?"
"Krum!" Ron said a bit louder, "Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker!"
"He looks really grumpy." Hermione said mildly and Trang started laughing.
"Really grumpy!" Ron said exasperated, "Who cares what he looks like? He's unbelievable. He's really young too. Only just eighteen or something. He's a genius, you wait until tonight, you'll see."
"Actually." I said. "He's seventeen."
Ron gaped at me.
I shrugged, "What? I know my Quidditch players."
There was a line for the water and we got behind two wizards. One of them was a very old wizard, probably in his eighties or so with a long white beard, nearly as long as Dumbledore's. He was wearing a flowery nightgown. Then there was a Ministry wizard who was nearly crying with exasperation. He was holding a pair of striped trousers.
"Just put them on, Archie, there's a good chap. You can't walk around like that, the Muggle at the gate's already getting suspicious-"
"I bought this in a Muggle shop." The old wizard said stubbornly as though Muggle shops only sold clothes that were made for both sexes. "Muggles wear them."
Trang was already quietly giggling, her fist in her mouth.
"Muggle women wear them, Archie, not the men, they wear these." The ministry wizard said, brandishing the trousers in the old man's face.
"I'm not putting them on." Archie said in indignation. "I like a healthy breeze 'round my privates, thanks."
I started giggling too and soon, Trang, Hermione, and I all had to hurry out of line so they didn't hear us laughing. We only got back in line when Archie and the other wizard collected their water and disappeared. Then, we collected our water and headed back.
We walked much slower because of the water we were carrying. We saw many students from Hogwarts though we didn't talk to most of them.
When I heard a familiar voice calling for Harry, I turned. It was Oliver Wood, past captain of Gryffindor Quidditch team. He said hello to Hermione, Ron, and I and when he laid eyes on Trang, his face turned bright red and he said, "H-hello, who are y-you?"
I turned away, smiling. Aww! Oliver had a crush.
Trang's face wasn't anywhere near as red since her dark skin was hiding her blush but she said, "Hi, I'm Trang, Elizabeth's friend."
They stared at each other awkwardly for another second and then Oliver recovered and dragged Harry over to meet his parents. Then he told us all that he had been signed to Puddlemere United reserve team.
"Oh Congratulations Oliver." I said, delighted. "I'm really happy for you."
"Thanks Liz." Oliver said, flashing me a smile.
We said good-bye and were about to continue on when Oliver called Trang back. The four of us watched as she walked over, holding a pan of water. They talked for a few seconds and then she came back, a small smile on her face.
"What'd he want?" Ron asked quickly.
"None of your business." Hermione and I said together.
"My full name so he could send me an owl." Trang said happily.
We were hailed by Ernie Macmillan next, a Hufflepuff student in my house. He was especially friendly with Harry and me.
Then there was Cho Chang and Harry slopped water down his front when he waved to her. She was a Chinese girl, very pretty with long black hair.
"My hair used to be like that." Trang said, shooting Cho another glance as we moved on. "And then I dyed the ends golden."
Indeed, her hair was black up at the top but had turned Ombre gold down near the bottom.
"Where are you from?" Hermione asked in interest.
"Well my parents are from Vietnam." Trang said. "But I'm British."
I laughed. It was a bit of a joke between the two of us though the others didn't understand.
"Have you ever been to Vietnam?" Hermione asked in interest. "to visit or anything?"
"Yes." Trang said, nodding, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes.
"I want to visit a lot of different countries." Hermione said wistfully.
"I just want to go to Australia." I said. "And Japan."
"You've been ages." George said when we finally got back to the tent.
"Met a few people." Ron said, setting his water pail down. I set the pan down, flexing my fingers. "You not got that fire started yet?"
"Dad's having fun with the matches." Fred said with a grin.
Splintered matches lay around his feet but he looked like he was having the time of his life. I giggled along with Trang.
"Oops!" he said when he lit one and then dropped it.
"Come here, Mr. Weasley." Trang said kindly, though grinning. She took the box from him, showing him how to do it properly and then let him do it himself.
The fire was lit, finally, though it took an hour for it to be hot enough that we could actually cook on it. Meanwhile, Trang and I were swapping Chocolate frog cards and eating them at the same time. Harry looked on in interest.
"Don't you have a collection?" I asked Harry as I traded a Dumbledore card for a Newt Scamander card. I already had twenty-five of him, but I also had sixty-three of Dumbledore and this way, it evened my cards out to twenty-six and sixty-two. I liked even numbers.
"Nah." Harry said. "I don't eat enough Chocolate frogs to keep up a collection. Not that my Uncle and Aunt wouldn't throw it out immediately anyways."
"Sad." I said bluntly, rearranging my cards in alphabetical order.
Ministry members ran back and forth trying to keep things under control and Mr. Weasley kept a running commentary of who was who and what they did. Trang kept looking up, interested. "That was Cuthbert Mockridge, Head of the Goblin Liaison Office. . . Here comes Gilbert Wimple; he's with the Committee on Experimental Charms; he's had those horns for a while now. . . Hello Arnie. . . Arnold Peasegood, he's an Obliviator- members of the Accidental Magical Reversal Squad, you know.. and that's Bode and Croaker. . . they're Unspeakables. . ."
"They're what?" Trang and Harry asked at the same time in interest, both of them pushing their glasses up on their noses. Fred caught my eye and we looked away before we laughed.
"From the Department of Mysteries, top secret, no idea what they get up to. . ." Mr. Weasley said and Trang looked over her shoulder to get a good look at them.
Mr. Weasley let Trang and I cook sausages and eggs. Mostly because it was rumored that I was a good cook and Trang already knew how to cook over a fire from her many camping trips.
The sausages and eggs were done in record time just as Bill, Charlie, and Percy were strolling toward us, looking refreshed.
"Just Apparated Dad." Percy said in a loud voice and looked around to see if anyone had heard him, "Ah, excellent, lunch."
I giggled quietly as Trang served out food to everyone. The sausages were juicy and the eggs were light and fluffy.
Halfway through our lunch period, Mr. Weasley jumped up, waving a man over. "Aha! The man of the moment! Ludo!"
Ludo Bagman was wearing old Quidditch robes from when he used to play. They had thick horizontal stripes of bright yellow and black. An enormous wasp was stitched onto the front of the robes. He was powerfully built in the shoulders and legs but his stomach was bulging against the robes. His nose was squashed, most like broken by a bludger. His eyes however, were bright blue. With his short blond hair and rosy complexion- he looked a bit how I thought an American schoolboy might look.
"Ahoy there!" Bagman called happily. He was walking with springs in his steps. "Arthur, old man, What a day, eh? What a day! Could we have asked for more perfect weather? A cloudless night coming. . . and hardly a hiccough in the arrangements. . . Not much for me to do!"
Behind him, four ministry wizards were rushing toward a wizard's tent where a fire had gotten out of hand. It was bright blue and was throwing violet sparks twenty feet into the air. Trang laughed aloud and then quickly stiffled it.
Percy hurried forward at that moment with his hand outstretched. Apparently he wanted to make a good impression. I rolled my eyes. If I didn't like someone, I wasn't going to act like I did to get on their good side. I'd act just as I said.
"Ah- yes." Mr. Weasley said with a knowing smile. "this is my son Percy. He's just started at the Ministry- and this is Fred- no, George, sorry- that's Fred- Bill, Charlie, Ron- my daughter Ginny- and Ron's friends Elizabeth Kane, Hermione Granger, Trang Nyguen, and Harry Potter."
Ludo lifted his eyes to Harry's forehead, looking at the scar.
"Everyone, this is Ludo Bagman, you know who he is, it's thanks to him we've got such good tickets-"
"Fancy a flutter on the match, Arthur?" Ludo asked, waving his hand aside.
I quickly got up and went inside the tent. I didn't want to be asked who was going to win. Once the betting was over, I headed back out, sitting down next to Bill.
"Couldn't do me a brew, I suppose? I'm keeping an eye out for Barty Crouch. My Bulgarian opposite numbers' making difficulties, and I can't understand a word he's saying. Barry'll be able to sort it out. he speaks about a hundred and fifty languages."
Trang looked at me from across the fire, her mouth open. I nodded. She got up and came and sat next to me.
"Mr. Crouch? He speaks over two hundred! Mermish and Gobbledegook and Troll. . ." Percy said with admiration.
Trang giggled, "What are those languages?"
"Mermish is mermaid-" I started.
"There's mermaids!"
"Anyone can speak Troll." Fred said in a dismissive voice, "All you have to do is point and grunt." About half of us laughed.
"Any news of Bertha Jorkins yet, Ludo?" Mr. Weasley asked and I stopped laughing. Harry and I exchanged an uncomfortable look.
"Not a dicky bird. But she'll turn up. Poor old Bertha. . . memory like a leaky cauldron and no sense of direction. Lost, you take my word for it. She'll wander back into the office sometime in October, thinking it's still July."
"Yeah, yeah there's mermaids and centaurs and dragons and pixies and fairies and unicorns." I muttered under my breath trying to ignore the ongoing conversation. "Ghosts, poltergeists, house-elfs, vampires, a lot of different magical creatures."
"You don't think it might be time to send someone to look for her?" Mr. Weasley suggested.
"There's a lot of creatures that even Muggles don't know about like bowtruckles or fire crabs or acromantula." I continued hurriedly.
"What are Acromantula?" Trang asked in interest.
"Huge talking spides." I said.
Trang shuddered.
"Barty Crouch keeps saying that." Ludo said, taking a tea from Percy. "but we really can't spare anyone at the moment. Oh- talk of the devil! Barty!"
Barty Crouch apparated out of the air, wearing a stiff, impeccable suit and tie. Everything from his neatly combed hairdo to his polished shoes yelled professionalism and rule-follower. Fred actually wrinkled his nose while I thought Percy might bend over and kiss his shoes.
"Pull up a bit of grass, Barty." Ludo said, patting the ground next to him.
"No thank you, Ludo. I've been looking for you everywhere. The Bulgarians are insisting we add another twelve seats to the Top Box."
"Oh is that what they're after? I thought the chap was asking to borrow a pair of tweezers. Bit of a strong accent." Ludo said.
Trang and I laughed.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" Percy asked breathlessly, in a sort of half bow. Trang was giggling like mad.
"Oh. Yes- thank you, Weatherby." Mr. Crouch said in a bit of mild surprise, looking at Percy.
Tea spewed from my mouth as I snorted and I quickly covered my mouth. Fred and George both choked on their tea and Trang's giggles increased. Percy's ears turned red.
"Oh, and I've been wanting a word with you too, Arthur. Ali Bashir's on the warpath. He wants a word with you about your embargo on flying carpets." Barty Crouch said, staring down at Mr. Weasley as he still hadn't sat down.
"I sent him an owl about that just last week. If I've told him once I've told him a hundred times: Carpets are defined as a Muggle artifact by the Registry of Proscribe Charmable Objects, but will he listen?"
"Why are magical carpets banned?" Trang asked me in undertone.
"If a Wizard tried to sell it to a Muggle pawn shop for money- well Muggles don't think carpets fly now, do they?" I said.
"Ali thinks there's a niche in the market for a family vehicle." Mr. Crouch was saying, "I remember my grandfather had an Axminster that could seat twelve- but that was before carpets were banned, of course."
I rolled my eyes.
"Soo, been keeping busy, Barty?" Bagman asked stupidly.
"Fairly. Organizing Portkeys across five continents is no mean feat, Ludo." Mr. Crouch said in dry sarcasm.
"I expect you'll both be glad when this is over?" Mr. Weasley asked curiously.
Ludo Bagman managed to look shocked. "Glad! Don't know when I've had more fun... Still, it's not as though we haven't got anything to look forward to, eh, Barty? Eh? Plenty left to organize, eh?"
Mr. Crouch raised a disapproving eyebrow. "We agreed not to make the announcement until all the details-"
Ludo waved a hand. "Oh details! They've signed, haven't they? They've agreed haven't they? I bet you anything these kids'll know soon enough anyway. I mean, it's happening at Hogwarts-"
"Ludo, we need to meet the Bulgarians, you know." Mr. Crouch said interrupting whatever he was about to say. "Thank you for the tea, Wetherby." He pushed the tea back to Percy, untouched. Bagman got to his feet with a bit of difficulty, gold jingling in his pockets.
"See you all later! You'll be up in the top Box with me- I'm commentating!" He waved while Mr. Crouch simply gave us a curt nod and they both Disapparated.
"Wish Lee Jordan was commenting." I said mildly.
George laughed while Fred asked Mr. Weasley what was supposed to be happening at Hogwarts this year.
"You'll find out soon enough." Mr. Weasley said smiling.
"I won't." Trang said dejectedly.
"Don't worry, I'll write to you about it." I said.
"It's classified information, until such time as the Ministry decides to release it." Percy said in a stiff voice. "Mr. Crouch was quite right not to disclose it."
"Oh shut up, Weatherby." Fred said shortly.
I laughed again and then got up and went into the girls' tent to take a nap.
#Braveclementineworks#BraveclementineNovels#Novel#ElizabethKane#ElizabethKaneseries#ElizabethKaneandtheGobletofFire#Goblet of Fire#Quidditch World Cup#Weasely Family#Percy Weasley#Barty Crouch#Ludo Bagman#Hermione Granger#TrangNyguen#Harry Potter#Harry Potter sister#Elizabeth Potter#Fred Weasley#Weasley Twins#Bill Weasley#Ginny Weasley#Oliver Wood#Cho Chang
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The Weasely Family Cast
Everybody's talking about the Harry Potter reboot but you know what I really want to see in it?
An Indian Weasely Family. The Weasely family being wholesome,sweet, and absolutely chaotic. Fred and George up to no good. Charlie being the revolutionary rebel. Bill just being a loving brother and silently causing chaos and blaming it on Fred and George. Percy being Percy but occasionally joining in the fun. Ginny being teased by her brothers and fighting with them and being spoiled by them. Ron looking up to his brothers who are always there for him. Their sibling bond being chaotic and fun but at the end of the day, they are always there for each other.
I want Molly and Arthur being couple goals. Molly cooking dinner and Arthur coming home to her with groceries. Molly scolding the children strictly and Arthur just nodding in the background agreeing with her. Molly and Arthur hugging and kissing and cuddles their children and giving them the best they can.
They might not be the richest family but their home is filled with love, forgiveness, happiness,warmth, acceptance and laughter.
Let me dream of a universe where the below casting is actually possible.
Ron Weasley - Ali Hadji-Heshmati
And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?”
“Throw it away and punch him on the nose," Ron suggested.
Ginny Weasely - Mandip Gill
"Well, that was a bit stupid of you, seeing as you don't know anyone but me who's been possessed by You-Know-Who."
Bill Weasely - Sacha Dhawan
Bill was — there was no other word for it — cool. He was tall, with long hair that he had tied back in a ponytail. He was wearing an earring with what looked like a fang dangling from it. Bill’s clothes would not have looked out of place at a rock concert, except that Harry recognized his boots to be made, not of leather, but of dragon hide.
Charlie Weasely - Vihaan Samat
‘How’re you doing, Harry?’ said the nearer of the two, grinning at him and holding out a large hand, which Harry shook, feeling calluses and blisters under his fingers. This had to be Charlie, who worked with dragons in Romania. Charlie was built like the twins, shorter and stockier than Percy and Ron, who were both long and lanky. He had a broad, good-natured face, which was weather-beaten and so freckly that he looked almost tanned; his arms were muscly, and one of them had a large, shiny burn on it.
Percy Weasely - Dev Patel
"Hello, Minister!" bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. "Did I mention I'm resigning?"
Fred and George Weasely - Kanan Gill and Biswa Kalyan Rath or Kanan Gill and Kenny Sebastian (I know that they aren't identical but they just give me Fred and George vibes)
"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea."
"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said the other twin. "Once-"
"Or twice-"
"A minute-"
"All summer-"
"Oh, shut up," said Percy the Prefect.
Molly Weasely and Arthur Weasely - Kajol and Shah Rukh Khan
"...your father and I were made for each other, what was the point in waiting?"
#harry potter#harry potter reboot#weasely family#ron weasley#ginny weasley#ginny potter#bill weasley#charlie weasley#percy weasley#fred weasley#george weasley#fred and george#fred and george weasley#weasley twins#arthur weasley#molly weasley#shah rukh khan#kajol#srk kajol#mandip gill#dev patel#kanan gill#biswa kalyan rath#kenny sebastian#vihaan samat#sacha dhawan#ali hadji heshmati#marauders era#hp marauders#the marauders
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Harry doesn’t even notice that Parvati is one of the most attractive girls in the school till someone mentions it to him in 4th year after he’s asked her to the ball. And even after harry never comments on it.
Guess he was too busy repeatedly noticing and describing the attractiveness of
Ludo Bagman
Tom Riddle
Tom Riddle Sr.
Cedric Diggory
(young) Sirius
Bill Weasely
and even freaking Gilderoy Lockhart
(Not to mention spending seven books waxing poetic about Draco's gleaming white-blond hair and sparkling pale grey eyes)
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https://archive.is/yTixi
teeny tiny baby steps are still steps. it's not perfect or even great, but there's less people in jail now for minor marijuana charges than there used to be, and that makes all the difference to the thousands of now free people.
also one thing I noticed repeated in this very short article was how biden has been stopped or delayed in doing the things he wants (implied by republicans). bills not passing the senate. him wanting a police database made public in january of 2023 "delayed" which is weasely phrasing, but still. I think it's important to remember just how shitty republicans are, and how they will fight absolutely everything a democrat wants tooth and nail. they will fight dirty. there's no compromise with the republicans. it's their way or the highway. oftentimes I'm left wondering how much more obama and biden could've/would've done if politics hadn't gotten so polarized and working together wasn't career suicide for republicans.
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Harco Wedding
Harry is standing before the Weasley Siblings
" Listen up. There will be no fighting. Draco threatened to leave me behind from our honeymoon if there is fighting. NO FIGHTING!
*points at each weasely*
No fighting *George smiles*
No fighting *Fred looks down*
No fighting *Percy nods*
No fighting * Bill puts his hands up in an innocent manner*
No fighting * Charlie laughs*
NO FUCKING FIGHTING *Ginny is offended because why was she cursed at....we know exactly why though that woman is a menace and we love her *
"Now any questions?"
" Oi why isn't dear Ronald not part of the dressing down?"
Smirking, Harry walks towards the door, turning slightly as he speaks. " Cause Hermione already cursed him if he dared step out of line." The words make all the Weasley's wince.
#harry x draco#drarry#harco#incorrect harry potter quotes#drarry wedding#harry potter#weasley siblings#fred weasley#bill weasley#george weasley#charlie weasley#ginny weasley#percy weasley#wedding shenanigans
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Don't Trust a Malfoy (pt. 1)
Fandom: Take a guess (Harry Potter)
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Reader
Y/n = your name
Warnings: they/them pronouns, trauma, bad parenting, (your probably used to both if you're reading this) ( that was a joke don't take offense), events are taken out of order from the story, shitty writing. Some People Live (Lemme know if I missed anything)
Noises are in a bigger font
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*Y/n's POV*
I never understood why I was treated so differently, nor why only the house elves took care of me, and why my 'family' treated me like I owed them. Only my mother and my brother showed any sort of love or kindness towards me, behind my father's back of course. My mother did love me but she only ever showed it by quick looks of "I'm sorry", my brother a like, just before punishments came, mostly for whats happening currently.
WOOSH, you can hear the wind blowing as the three of us blow by on our brooms escaping Filch and his demon cat. We had set dung bombs to explode as soon as he opened his door, then glitter cannons going off after he's covered
"And that'll be a detention for the three of us after he's cleaned" I say as I look to my best friends in the entire world, without them, I wouldn't be able to get through life at home.
"He can't give us detention if he can't catch us" Fred starts, shrugging, throwing his hands to the sides of his head
"Besides, it'd be McGonagall who would be given us our punishments" George continues pointing a finger at me to set his point
"Yeah-yeah, you boys are going to get me in trouble again" I say with a grin as we all sit down in the gryffindor common room, hoping for a laugh... I don't get one. With solemn faces Fred speaks up
"I hope it wasn't too bad this summer" he asks, I pick at my fingers and look at the ground
"It wasn't that bad, little bit here and there nothin' awful, anyway how was your summer" I say quickly trying to change the subject. Fred gives me a strict look as if to say 'don't lie to me' but George carries on.
"Oh rather fun actually, our brother Charlie came home for a week or so durin' summer so he- " he rambled on with Fred when our little heroic trio (a name I used for them often) walked in
"Harry! Hermione! Ronni!" A year younger than us but they were all like my little siblings
"Y/n!" They all yelled as they piled on top of me
"How is my little heroic trio, how was your summer"
"Fine, I heard you three started the year off with a bang" Harry said sending all five of them into laugher
"Well what more could you expect from us?" I ask
"Mm" Ron pretends to think "how about Snape next?" Making George and Fred stand up
"Oh we tried"
"But oh no that's not allowed, tell them to say the word and we could-"
"Nope! No real teachers!" I end it there
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*Fred's POV*
Everything seemed fine but the way they deforested my question earlier made me uneasy. I hope one day they can get out, on good terms.
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*Y/n's POV*
There had been an incident, you-know-who got hurt Mr. Weasley, all the Weasley kids including Hermione and Harry were called to Dumbledore's office, well, I was dragged by Fred and George.
"Wh- Fred, what's happening?" I ask confusedly
"Dad's been hurt" I stayed quiet and ran with him wherever he went, they needed me, if they didn't I wouldn't be out of bed, so I ran
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All of them were to be sent back to twelve Grimmauld place, I looked at all of them and said
"Be safe"
"And why would you be saying your goodbyes (ms./mr./mx.) Malfoy? You're going with them." Dumbledore said lowly, with wide eyes I start
"But my-"
"No need to worry about that, I've taken care of that"
"Do they-" I start again only to be cut off again
"I've informed them yes"
And so we were off to Grimmauld place
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Part 2
#harry potter#fred weasley#ron weasley#fred weasly x reader#fred weasely x y/n#fred wealsey fic#bill weasley#ginny weasley#george weasley#weasley family#slytherin#hogwarts#weasley wednesday
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The Nightshade Sisters: The Sorting Hat
Warnings- dead mom, abusive dad, raised by aunt uncles and godparents, death eaters, Voldemort, violence and murder, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, all other Harry Potter stuff
Let me know if there’s anything else!
Rosie stayed with Ron and Harry as they made their way up to the castle but never talked to them.
“Welcome to Hogwarts,” an old lady in a which hat said to all the first years. “The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room. ‘The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting. I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly.” The lady walked away and all the students looked around.
“It’s true then,” a pale, blond-haired boy called, making everyone look at him. “What they’re saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.”
Harry and Ron looked at each other as the first years started merming around them. Rosie took a few steps back not wanting people to see her with him.
“This is Grabbe, and Goyle,” the boy continued motoning to the two big boys next to him. He smiled and walked in front of Harry. “And I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” Ron laughed a little and the blond looked at him with disgust. “Think my name is funny, do you? No need to ask you yours. Red hair and a hammy down robe, you must be a Weasley. You’ll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than the others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”
“I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks.” Harry replied, Draco scoffed and walked away. As he turned he made eye contact with Rosie and smiled a bit, making Rosie blush. As Draco walked away the lady with the hat came back in and looked at them.
“We’re ready for you now. Follow me.” Professor McGonagall stated. She led them into the Great Hall and everyone looked around in amazement.
“Ceddie, look,” Lacy called as she saw Rosie. “It’s Rosie.”
Rosie looked over and saw her two siblings smiling at her, and gave them a smile and a small wave, as they did the same to her. Lacy made a heart of her hands and blew a kiss to Rosie.
“Well don’t embarrass her, Lace,” Cedric smiled.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t help it. I’m so proud of her. She’s gone through so much.”
The group of first years made their way to the front of the room and got ready to be sorted into their houses. “When I call your name,” McGonagall explained. “You will put on the hat, and sit on the stool. Granger, Hermionie.”
“Oh no,” Herminoie breathed. “Okay, relax.”
“Mental that one.” Ron whispered to Harry as Hermionie got sorted into Gryffindor.
“Malfoy, Draco.” McGonagall called, and the boy from earlier made his way up to the sorting hat. Before the hat was even fully on his head it called out Slytherin. The blond smirked, and walked away to sit with his friends.
“Nightshade, Rosie,” McGonagall called. Rosie’s heart stopped as she made her way up, feeling everyone watch her.
Lacy grabbed Cedric’s arm and squeezed it.
Rosie sat on the stool and McGonagall put the hat on her head.
“Hm,” the hat recalled. “Interesting you are. Nightshade, sister of Lacy Nightshade?”
“Yes.” Rosie whispered.
“Shy, girl, I could put you in Hufflepuff with your sister, but that doesn’t seem right. You’re intelligent like your uncle, definitely have his brains, and it seems more than just that.”
“I don’t have it, if that’s what you’re implying,” Rosie whispered. “I was just born an animagus.”
“I see. There’s a darker side to you, a mysterious side. Just like your aunt. SLYTHERIN!” The hat yelled.
The Slytherins started cheering and standing up, as McGonagall took the hat off of Rosie’s head. Rosie made her way to the Slytherin table but looked at her siblings at the Hufflepuff table. Lacy gave her a small smile. “It’s okay, Little Ross. We still love you.” Cedric mouthed to her, making her feel better.
“Welcome to Slytherin,” someone smiled, as Rosie sat down at the table. Rosie smiled, but didn’t reply. Someone patted her back, making her flinch a little. She sat down hoping no one saw and looked down at the table.
Lacy saw Rosie flinch and let out a breath, squeezing Cedric’s arm. “Did you see that?” Lacy asked, trying to get a better few of her sister. “Can you see her? Is she okay?”
“She’s okay. She’s sitting. I saw everything happen. Someone just patted her back, and it scared her.”
“Oh poor girl.” Lacy sighed.
A tall wizard with long white hair, and a long white beard stood up and opened his arms, getting everyone’s attention. “Welcome,” he called. “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!” The man finished, and dishes filled with food of all kinds appeared on every table.
Rosie grabbed some food and started eating, keeping to herself as everyone around her talked with their friends. “So Rosie,” the prefect sitting next to her asked. “Which one of your parents was in Slytherin?”
“Oh um,” Rosie struggled, looking at her food, not wanting to answer. “My aunt and uncle were both Slytherins.”
“What about your parents?” One of the big boys from earlier asked.
Rosie looked up and saw the two big boys and the blonde looking at her. “W- what?”
The big boys snickered at her response but the blonde just kept staring at her, with curiosity in his eyes.
“You’re parents,” the other big boy replied. “Have you gotten any?”
“Yeah, just not Slytherin.” Rosie lied.
The dinner finally ended and Rosie followed the Slytherins to their common rooms. Rosie went to her room and lied in her bed while everyone else was in the common room talking. Rosie looked at a picture of her and her family. It was taken last year before the accident. The family showed Cedric and his parents, Rosie, and Lacy, their aunt and uncle, and their younger cousins, Hannah and Emma. Emma was just a few months old in the picture, sleeping peacefully in her mother’s arms, and Hannah who was about five at the time was in her father's arms. Rosie put the picture down and started to cry into her pillow.
After a few seconds Rosie felt something soft cuddling up next to her, Rosie looked up and saw her cat, Brownie, nuzzling her face into her side. “Hi, Brownie,” Rosie smiled, petting her cat.
Rosie fluttered her eyes open and looked around the dark room. She noticed that everyone was there, she didn’t know what time it was but she didn’t care, she got out her book and went to the common room with Brownie following close behind. Rosie sat down on the couch in front of the fire and watched it as Brownie jumped into her lap.
“I miss him, Brownie,” Rosie whispered, stroking her cat. “He was like my dad. I know he was my uncle, but he raised me after… After what happened with my parents.”
While Rosie was talking to her cat, the blonde boy, Draco, started making his way down the stairs to the common room. He stopped when he heard a soft quiet voice coming from the common room. He peeked his head around the corner and saw Rosie, talking, petting her cat who was on her lap. Tears threatened to fall out of her eyes.
“Ceddie’s been a huge help to me over these past few months,” Rosie explained to the cat, a tear falling on her face. “I feel so bad for Hannah and Emma not being able to grow up with their dad, when he was actually a great guy. I wish my dad was good…” Rosie got cut off by a noise coming from around the corner. “He-hello?” She asked.
Draco walked around the corner and scared Rosie. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Draco explained. “I heard you talking and I was… Well I don’t know, I’ve barely heard you talk so I was listening.”
Rosie stared at him with wide eyes, a hint of blush on her face. “How long have you been there?”
“Not long, I promise. I’m sorry, it’s just…” Draco struggled. “You don’t talk much do you?”
Rosie looked down at her hands, and shook her head. “It’s not that I don’t like people,” Rosie explained. “It’s just, they don’t like me.”
“Well, I like you,” Draco stated, sitting down next to her. “And I can talk for you when you need me to.”
“Thank you…Malfoy?” Rosie asked, unsure of his name.
“Draco.” Draco let out, putting his hand out to her.
“Rosie,” Rosie smiled, shaking his hand. “Rosie Nightshade.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Rosie Nightshade.”
“You too, Draco Malfoy.”
“Who were you talking to?”
“Oh, just my cat,” Rosie explained, gesturing to Brownie, purring on her lap. “Brownie. I have the cat and my sister has the owl.”
“You have a sister?”
“Yeah. I have an older sister, two younger sisters, and an older brother.”
“Wow, what’s it like having so many siblings? Is it fun?”
“It can be. My older siblings are both in Hufflepuff, so I don’t really understand why I’m in Slytherin.”
“Maybe there’s a reason you’re here. Maybe we were supposed to become friends,” Draco threw out.
“Friends?” Rosie asked. “We’re friends?”
“Yeah, is that a problem?”
“Well I mean, I’ve never had friends before.”
“What why?”
“No one likes me, when they get to know me, and hear about my life. They just pity me.”
“Rosie, I will never pity you.”
“You don’t know that. You barely even know me.”
“Then, let me know you. We could be great friends if you give me a chance.”
“You have to promise not to pity me.”
“I promise.”
“My mum died shortly after I was born, and apparently my dad became abusive.”
“Oh, Rosie, I’m so sorry,” Draco let out.
“It’s okay. I don’t really remember him, but my sister does.”
“What about your brother? Does your brother remember it?”
“My brother isn’t his son.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s technically my Godbrother. After my aunt and uncles found out about my dad, they fought to take us in. Once my aunt and her husband had their first kid they decided that we needed Godparents so, it only seemed fitting that they would be my aunt's best friends family. We had all grown up knowing them anyways, and my sister and I had already been really close with their son since birth. How ever, last year my uncle died, so me, my three sisters, and our aunt, and our other uncle, my aunt and mum's brother, moved in with our Godfamily.”
“Oh, Rosie, I’m so sorry.”
“See, there it is. You’re pitying me, just like everyone else.”
“Rosie, I promise, that I’m not pitying you. I hate that all of that has happened to you, and I want to protect you from the world. If you’ll let me, I want to be your best friend.”
“I’d like that.”
LACY’S POV:
“How do you think she’s doing?” Lacy asked Cedric as they sat in the Huffelpuff common room.
“Lace, she’ll be okay.”
“I know. But I’m just so worried about her. She was so worried about being in a different house than everyone she knows.”
“Hey, Lace, she’ll make friends, okay?”
“I know, but Cedie, I mean you know how hard things are for her.”
“I know, Lace.”
“And I mean gosh, she’s so close with Uncle Remus, and I know she’s going to hate not being able to be with him and take care of him during full moons.”
“I know. But hey, she’s going to write to him. You know that. She’s going to be just fine. How about you go to bed? We can see her in the morning.”
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Wukong:
Father figure to Mk.
orange
Glamrock Freddy:
Father figure to Gregory
Orange
credit to @oceandizzy
Dogday:
(I headcannon at least) Father figure to player (potentially if he had more screentime)
Orange
Puss in Boots:
A father figure to the three diablos, Perla, Gonzalo and Sir Timoteo Montenegro the Third and later Perrito (at least thats how I headcanon their dynamic, somehow guardian like but there's no denying the 3 diablos)
ORANGE.
Calico Jack:
Closest thing to a father figure Kwazii has (apart from Barnacles but Kwazii really looks up to his grandpa)
ORANGE.
Authur Blumin Weasely:
Father to the weasely siblings (Charlie, Bill, Percy, Fred, George, Ron & Ginny) and even father figure to Harry
HE'S BLOODY ORANGE. (well a ginger but close enough)
ABRAHAM DE LACY GIUSEPPE CASEY THOMAS O' MOTHER FRICK FRACKING MALLEY:
IMEADIATELY TAKES IN THE KITTENS (TOLOUSE, MARIE, BERLIOZ) AND ENDS UP AS THEIR STEPFATHER IN THE END
THIS P*SSY IS MOTHER FRACKING ORANGE LIKE THE BLOODY SUN
IS ORANGE JUST A FATHERLY CHARACTER NOW?!?!?!?!
I'M TELLING YOU
#lmk#conspiracy theories#lmk sun wukong#lmk mk#lmk sunburst duo#fnaf sb#fnaf gregory#fnaf glamrock freddy#poppy playtime#poppy playtime chapter 3#dogday#puss in boots#puss in boots and the last wish#puss in boots the three diablos#pibtlw#perrito#octonauts#calico jack#kwazii#harry potter#arthur weasley#the aristocats#thomas o'malley#meme#lego monkie kid
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Overhaul/Update version for one of my proudest works, a main cover art(?) for my little project call Robotnik AU.
Characters list:
Upper row/section (above Movie Eggman's hands), from left to right:
- Sonic.exe (the utmost terrifying OC/FC from the creepy pasta thingy)
- Queen Boom Boo, Merc version (OC/FC made by Dan-Habiki/@Dan_Daymaker)
- King Boom Boo
- Lah
- Su & Uh
- Shadow the Hedgehog (Team Dark)
- Rouge the Bat (Team Dark)
- E-123 Omega (Team Dark)
- Dr. Eggman Nega
- Doctor Albert W. Wily (Megaman, Archie comics)
- Honey the Cat
- Breezie the Hedgehog
- Bocoe & Decoe + Bokkun
- Dark Oak/Lucas
- Dark Queen/Merlina
- Erazor Dijinn
- Coconuts
- Scratch & Grounders
- General Helmut Von Stryker
- Anton Veruca (Shogakukan magazines)
- Junior Robotnik
- Captain Whiskers & Johnny
- Opal the Jellyfish (Pirates of the Setting Dawn)
- Dive the Lemming (Pirates of the Setting Dawn)
- Blade the Shark (Pirates of the Setting Dawn)
- Captain Shellbreaker (Pirates of the Setting Dawn)
- Mr. Bristles the Yeti Crab (Pirates of the Setting Dawn)
- Mephiles the Dark
- Silver Sonic
- Dark Enerjak (Knuckle)
- Nazo (appeared in Sonic X's last teaser)
- Eggette/Omelette Robotnik (famed OC/FC originally designed by Alpha Gamboa (blackbookalpha))
- Infinite the Jackal
- Solaris
- Black Doom
- Eclipse the Darkling
- Black Death
- Dark Gaia (Perfect form)
- Metal Sonic
- Iron Queen aka Regina Ferrum
- Time Eater
- Mammoth Mogul
- Iron King aka Jun Kun
- Imperator Ix
- Wendy Naugus
- Bearenger the Grizzly (Witchcarters)
- Carrotia the Rabbit (Witchcarters)
- Falke Wulf (Witchcarters)
- Walter Naugus
- Fleetway's Super Sonic
- Shade the Echidna
- Boomer Walrus aka Anti Rotor
- Patch D'Coolette aka Anti Antoine
- Princess Alicia Acorn aka Anti Sally
Middle section (below Eggman's hands), from left to right:
- Speedy (both Pre and Post-Super Genesis Wave versions)
- Sage
- T.W. Barker
- Dave the Intern
- Sleet & Dingo
- A.D.A.M.
- E.V.E.
- Lyric the Last Ancient
- Zor
- Zash (OC/FC made by @saccharinerose)
- Zeena
- Zazz
- Zomom
- Zavok
- Master Zik
- Agent Stone (Sonic movies 2020/2022)
- Orbot & Cubot
- Wes Weasely
- Snively Robotnik
- Dr. Robotnik (Sonic movies 2020/2022)
- Thunderbolt the Chinchilla
- Predator Hawk (Destructix)
- Anti-Miles
- Scourge the Hedgehog
- Storm the Albatross
- Wave the Swallow
- Jet the Hawk
- Rosy the Rascal
- Sleuth "Doggy" Dawg (Destructix)
- Sergeant Simian (Destructix)
- Fiona Fox (Destructix)
- Duck "Bill" Platypus
- Bark the Polar Bear
- Bean the Dynamite
- Drago Wolf (Destructix)
- Nicolette 'Nic' the Weasel
- Razorclaw
- The Foreman (Grandmaster)
- Hugo Brass
- Diesel
- Flying Frog (Destructix)
- Geoffrey St. John
- Hershey the Cat
- Nack the Weasel/Fang the Sniper (Team Hooligan)
- Fleetway's Chaos (Darkon fish form)
Lower section, from left to right:
- Dr. Finitevus
- Grimer Wormtongue
- Dr. Fukurokov
- Dimitri the Echidna
- Maw the Thylacine
- Mecha Sally
- Mecha Sonic
- Mecha knuckle
- Jackal Squad, named by Nibroc-Rock as Uno, Deux, Trois, Quatre, Cinq & Sei (Shadowy figures)
- Kayseri Valaedshkova (OC/FC made by dirtthefox/@Its_Dima_V)
- Strike (OC/FC made by @speedofsoundsketches)
- Surge the Tenrec
- Kit the Fennec
- Sofia the Gorgon (OC/FC made by Sofia-MMD/@GorgonSofia)
- Clutch the Opossum
- Kaibette the Genet (OC/FC made by @kaibette)
- Rough & Tumble the Skunk
- Battle Lord Kukku XV
- ***Mecha Robotnik
- Akhlut the Orca (both Pre and Post-Super Genesis Wave versions)
- Tundra the Walrus
- Mordred Hood (drawn with @adokle's style)
- The Foreman/Tassel boy (Post-Super Genesis Wave)
- Mimic (the Mimic Octopus)
- Byte the Goat (OC/FC made by @bunniibones)
- Lightning Lynx
- Iblis
- Phage
- Conquering Storm (Post-Super Genesis Wave)
- Bride of the Conquering Storm (Pre-Super Genesis Wave)
- Dr. Starline
- Biolizard
- Sigma (Megaman, Archie comics)
- Axel the Water Buffalo
- Abyss the Squid
- Cyani the Cobra (OC/FC made by @bunniibones)
- Cipher the Owl (OC/FC made by @bunniibones)
- Bleak (OC/FC made by HT-Doodles/@HtDoodles)
- Clove the Pronghorn (my top fav among all the characters here)
- Cassia the Pronghorn
- Lien-da
- Chaos
- Tikal the Echidna
- Pachacamac
- Gae-Na
- Kragok
- Thrash the Devil
- Warden Zobotnik & Znively (Zone Cop)
- Belinda & Charlie
- Nephthys the Vulture
- ??? (Behind Nephthys)
- Trevor Burrow the Mole (Desert Raiders)
- Sonar the Fennec (Desert Raiders)
- Spike the Porcupine (Desert Raiders)
- Razor the Shark
- Queen Angelica
- Rusty Rose
- Robo Tails (Brain-washed, based on Sonic Lost World's designs)
- Beauregard Rabbot
- Jack Rabbit
- Matilda the Armadillo
- Zefir (my main OC/FC)
- Gamer Deer (aka 'Aleko' the Northamer Guard or the 'Gamerdeerdude' by @adokle)
- Zonic (Zone Cop)
- Chesah the Tarsier aka No.29 (my OC/FC)
- Sandy the Caterkiller (OC/FC made by @the-hydroxian-artblog)
For the Alt version: FeReinsm on Instagram: “Overhaul/update versions for one of my proudest works, a main cover art(?) for my lil’ project - Robotnik AU. For the 2nd and 4th pics…”
#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sonic fanart#idw sonic#archie sonic#sonic au#sonic fan character#sth#jim carrey#dr robotnik#dr eggman#eggman#egg bosses#sonic characters#sonic villains#crossover#dr starline#clove the pronghorn#cassia the pronghorn#surge the tenrec#kit the fennec#shadow the hedgehog#rouge the bat#team dark#babylon rogues#team hooligan#metal sonic#agent stone
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