#can muggle technology do anything?
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I was mulling over Harry Potter recently and I think one of the reasons it doesn't really appeal that much to me is the worldbuilding is not my cup of tea. In the context we are given wizards and witches are far too powerful to be hiding from Muggle nations. Wizards have the capability to mind control, memory wipe, easily create Muggle-repelling charms over entire locations that confuse and disorientate, as well as have teleportation, portkeys, Floo powder, spatial magic, invisibility, etc. Wizards sharing a planet with Muggles is positively Lovecraftian, like Cthulhu being just next door and closer.
With basic evolutionary patterns, Darwinism, the fact wizards can be disappointingly human and their leanings to fascist elements in their history (so many Anti-Muggle Dark Lords), they'd have wiped Muggles out by the BCE period, or at least not be hiding from them in a way that's the equivalent of the United States hiding from Monaco. It wouldn't take that many wizards, and in the book we are provided no evidence of our Muggle tech being able to withstand something as dynamic, tricky and reality warping as magic.
Power Dynamics
"They can strike anywhere at any time before anyone knows it."
The power dynamic from what we are shown in the books are very wonky and infinitesimally so unequal one begins to wonder if owls hide from slugs. Perhaps if JK Rowling had depowered wizards more by incorporating clearer weakness and faults in the magic system, such as perhaps no apparition (I mean, they already have portkeys, Floo powder, brooms, greedy wizards), more limits to the mind control like showing Muggles can fight it off, made wards and Muggle-repelling charms more fragile (maybe have that they can only be set up in certain geographical places either choking with magic or idk related to runic stuff and ley lines), as well as perhaps indicate that the average shielding charms can't withstand heavy kinetic onslaught from a heavy duty weapon like an AK-47, etc., it might have felt more understandable why the Muggle World and Wizarding World have the relationship they do.
Because, in the canon, we are given no concrete reasons why the wizarding world chooses to hide other than Muggles being a bother, probably asking for cures to cancer or something. In the canon, we are never presented with any Muggle technology that justifies the Wizarding World being under threat if the Statute of Secrecy breaks. We can speculated, but we can speculate either way depending on our mood. You'd think this would be more defined since the conflict centralises on Wizards and Muggles (including their offspring) existing.
Ethical Concerns For Mugs
"With this rep, I guess we deserve to be mindwiped whatever our consent."
Regarding certain implications in the books, there are a number of ethical concerns that don't feel they're given the weight and attention they deserve considering the themes. One is the overuse of memory charms, a mental violation which are hinted to cause brain damage. Considering how much wizards obliviate and violate Muggles' minds as well as cover up their deaths, that's practically fridge horror. Wizards, both good and bad, also often subvert Muggle democracy and freedom of information, and are quite authoritarian and devil-may-care about this. The Harry Potter narrative never really fully tackles this or shows any real critiques or changes in regards to the Statute of Secrecy and Muggles.
Considering the over all message of the books is anti-authoritarianism, anti-fascism, freedom and even saying Muggles aren't 'lesser' beings, these actions contradicts the themes and kind of makes all the wizards look pretty morally bankrupt when they continue to do this even after the 17 Years Later epilogue. In all honesty, this actually impacts the characterisation of our protagonists in a way I don't particularly like, especially since Hermione is Minister For Magic for a period of time.
Muggles & It's Just Fantasy
"Hi boring people we're fighting an entire conflict over, just passing through."
Suspension of disbelief is a tricky thing and so is the way a writer earns it. I think it would be more okay if Harry Potter was a purely separate fantasy world similar to Lord of the Rings or Game of Thrones, but the author has Muggle society (aka our 'logical' world) develop the exact same way despite sharing the planet with the logic-breaking magical world since the dawn of time and evolution. With all the factors shown in HP, these powerful, reality-warping wizards would fuck up our history and society so much we Muggles would either be dead or coughing out live elephants every time we ate a salad on a regular basis.
Over all, I feel the Muggles need to be more of a threat and have more going for them to explain why the wizards are hiding from them. Otherwise a wizard could teleport around the land of Muggles and just put Muggle-repelling charms on the British Parliament, all the nation's hospitals, police stations, banks, etc. and just watch the chaos. Okay, next stop, the Nuclear power stations and missile silos. By the Muggle world existing it intrinsically forces reality into a fantasy that doesn't want it.
#anti harry potter#harry potter critical#muggles#muggles are written as inferior#read the books but they ain't for me#will we ever learn hermione's parents' first names?#can muggle technology do anything?#can a shielding charm protect against radioactive particles and an atomic blast?#major canon gaps#anti hp#worldbuilding#bad writing#too many unanswered questions about the fucking conflict
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me! | george weasley x reader
song; me! [taylor swift, brendon uri(n)e]
pairing; george weasley x fem!muggle!reader
genre; accidental marriage, s2l, fluff, comedy
word count; 7,8k
timeline; post-second wizarding war (fred lives au)
warnings; swearing, referenced alcohol consumption, references to hook-ups, references to sex, references to the war
summary; after waking up in bed with a red-haired stranger and no memories of the night prior, you run off as quickly as you can. it isn't until months later when you're trying to buy a house that you learn that you can't just leave that forgotten night in the past
thought it would be ironic to have the song with the lyrics "i promise that you'll never find another like me" and "i'm the only one of me" with one of the twins lol
masterlist
"you're the kinda guy the ladies want."
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Typically, you were more responsible than this. You had always stayed away from drunk hook-up culture, hoping (perhaps too idealistically) to find organic love. Yet, on the night of your cousin's bachelorette party, you got so drunk that you found yourself in bed with a stranger the next morning. And you didn't know what to do.
All you could do for a few moments was look around the hotel room that you had evidently decided was necessary for the hook-up - and although you couldn't remember a single thing after your tenth shot at the club, the fact you were both naked gave away the events of the night prior.
He was red-haired, and quite nicely toned, but he also donned a partially missing ear. You couldn't see his face, so at that particular moment you couldn't judge whether or not drunk you had good taste. You pushed that thought aside - that was the least of your concerns. You needed to get out of there and forget that anything had ever happened, which shouldn't be too difficult thanks to the alcohol-induced memory loss.
So, with that, you slipped out of bed and scavenged for all your clothes around the room, and then quickly departed. You made it all the way down to the lobby without any human interaction, but it was there at the desk that you finally had to communicate.
"Heading out for a bit, Mrs Weasley?" the receptionist smiled at you.
You frowned, not understanding why they would address you as such - probably had mistaken you for someone else. But, you were in a hurry, so just grinned and nodded, leaving to never return.
***
Not many people were fortunate enough to buy their first home (alone) at the age of twenty-four without any help from their parents, but you had chosen a rather well-paid career path and had been meticulous with your money savings, so this was a reality for you. After a few months of working with a real estate agent to view houses and find the perfect home for you, you had finally come to a decision.
You had stumbled upon it really, when travelling from London to visit your family, you came across a road that you had sworn hadn't been there before. Curiosity had overcame you, and you had driven down it to find the cutest village named Godric's Hollow, which could also be described as peculiar. A lot of things in the village didn't make sense - like the fact they all seemed bewildered at the sight of your car - but the architecture was gorgeous. When you drove past an adorable rustic cottage with a 'for sale' sign out front, you didn't even have to think twice about viewing it.
It was a strange process, however, as the sign didn't have a number for the real estate agency, but instead read 'owl Cauldron Realtors for more details'. You asked around for information about Cauldron Realtors (a particularly strange name, comparable to the robes many of the older members of the village wore), and they pointed you in the direction of the realtor's.
From then on, the process to view the house and apply for a mortgage had been relatively normal, if not a bit old-fashioned in the lack of technology used. However, you reasoned that it was a small village and that they merely hadn't updated themselves like cities just yet.
***
"Why have you asked me to come here?" you asked as delicately as you could upon entering Cauldron Realtors.
"We have had something come up," Mr Linseed said to you. He was an eccentric old man, constantly adorning a pair of half-moon spectacles perched on the tip of his nose.
"Like what?"
"You told us that you weren't married."
You frowned.
"And I thought it was a bit strange given your muggle situation, but honestly I had simply assumed that you were a squib."
He was using a lot of words that you didn't understand. You had heard the word muggle passed around in the time that you had spent in Godric's Hollow, but had been unable to find out what it meant online or in any dictionary. Everyone used it so commonly you had felt too embarrassed to ask.
"Obviously, this changes the process for you to apply for a mortgage. We need your husband to sign off either that he will partially own the house or have no claim over it."
"I don't understand- I'm not married," you said.
"No?" the man raised a brow at you, "When we searched for legal documentation of your name, we found that it hadn't been Y/N L/N for a few months, but instead Y/N Weasley. I didn't think much of you not having gotten around to changing your bank details yet since it hasn't been long, but going by your maiden name is a little strange. So, I assumed that the marriage was short-lived."
Why did Weasley sound so familiar? You wracked your brain for when you had heard it before.
"Heading out for a bit, Mrs Weasley?"
Your eyes widened.
The guy from the hotel.
"What did you say my husband's name was?" you said slowly.
"I didn't, but George Weasley," Mr Linseed replied, "You knew that, though, correct?"
You nodded, "Yeah... just making sure."
The man frowned at you, "He is quite well-known I suppose - the shop Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes is quite famous. Anyhow, here are the new forms that I need you to fill out and then we will be back on track."
You accepted them in a daze, but snapped your eyes up towards him again, "Where can I find Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes?"
"Diagon Alley, of course," Mr Linseed was clearly confused that you didn't know where your husband worked.
You had never heard of Diagon Alley, and he sensed that.
"You know? Through The Leaky Cauldron? On Charing Cross Road?"
Finally, a name you recognised.
"Oh, yes. Thank you, Mr Linseed, I'll be back soon."
God, what a process to get yourself a house.
***
You were pretty sure that in all your visits to Charing Cross Road, you had never seen that pub squeezed between those buildings before. But, you weren't about to complain, as you were desperate to find George Weasley and sort everything out. You couldn't remember his face, but you remembered his red hair and partially missing ear - that should be enough to identify him.
You hoped, anyway.
Upon entering the gloomy pub, you were met by quite a shocking sight - but one that wasn't entirely indifferent to Godric's Hollow. Except, you would describe the pub as having a more creepy ambiance, in a way. Beady eyes peered in your direction as you walked up to the bar, and you tried to hold your own as a woman with matted grey hair and disturbingly long fingernails smiled at you with missing teeth. You forced a smile back.
"Excuse me," you said to the bartender, who was similar to the woman in energy, "How do I get to Diagon Alley?"
He pointed to the door out the back.
"Just through that door?"
"You'll need your wand too," the woman who had smiled at you said, "To tap the wall."
"Wand?" you squeaked.
"I'll show you," the woman said eerily.
In any normal circumstance, you would have declined the offer, but you had already had so many new experiences you found yourself following her out the back.
"You're not one of us, are you?" she asked with a giggle of glee, pulling out a wooden stick from her pocket.
You didn't reply, watching as she brought it up and tapped some of the bricks on the wall. To your amazement, they then parted, presenting to you the most bustling and magical street that you had ever seen.
"Diagon Alley," she stated, "Although I prefer Knockturn Alley."
You thanked her, and hurried into the street.
***
The pet shops were strange: mostly having owls, cats and toads. The book shops were strange: having cages of moving books in the display windows. The clothes shops were strange: pretty much exclusively selling robes and pointed hats. All in all, Diagon Alley was the most eccentric place you had ever been.
There was a broomstick shop, a wand shop, and a place to buy cauldrons. You were so out of your depth that you decided you should focus on the task at hand.
It wasn't long before you found a bright and buzzing shop named Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, looking ten times more exciting than all the shops before it. You were almost overwhelmed with all the young people inside once you entered, and it finally became obvious to you that it was a joke shop. The numerous prank items on display were clearly enchanted in a way too, only furthering your amazement at this street.
You scanned around for a redhead, but it was really difficult to spot anything within the chaos. Eventually, you located a flash of red by the till and hurried over. The queue was unfortunately long, but you waited impatiently nonetheless.
When you finally reached the front, the red-haired man behind it looked at you, and you couldn't help but noticed he had two full ears.
"Are you buying anything, miss?"
"I'm looking for George Weasley," you said quickly.
He rose an eyebrow at you, "What for?"
"It's a long story, I really need to talk to him."
"I'll fetch him," he said, and disappeared out back for a few moments before returning with a man almost identical to him save for that all-too-familiar ear. He didn't look at you like he recognised you - maybe he drank so much he had memory loss too? That would make sense, considering he hadn't tried to find you either.
"Can I help you?" George Weasley asked, gesturing for you to move to the side so that his twin could continue at the till.
"This is gonna sound crazy, but," you took a deep breath, "You're my husband."
"You're right, that does sound crazy," he chuckled.
"You woke up in a hotel room a few months ago, right?"
His eyes widened, "I thought I hooked up with someone," he said, "Wasn't sure, though, because I woke up alone."
"Sorry about that. I don't really do hook-ups, I kinda freaked out and bolted."
"I don't really do hook-ups either," he shrugged, "No hard feelings."
"Anyway, as I said, it turns out we got married that night."
"Wow. I honestly can't remember anything."
"Me neither," you shook your head, "And we can't get an annulment - the cut off is three months. And we were way too efficient with sending off the marriage registration - we did it immediately."
He hummed, "That's quite a predicament. Divorce, then?"
You nodded, "Yes, obviously. But that will take ages, and I'm trying to buy a house for myself right now. I need you to sign off that you have no claim over it."
"That's no problem," thank God he was agreeable, "But what's your name?"
"Y/N L/N," you said, "Well, legally Y/N Weasley."
The man smirked at you, which admittedly made your stomach flip. Drunk you definitely had good taste: this man was gorgeous.
"Where's the house you're buying?" he asked.
"Godric's Hollow."
"Ah, my sister lives there," he hummed, "Nice village."
"Can I ask you a question - since you're my husband and all?" you didn't know why you added the last bit.
"Fire away."
"Why does everyone keep going on about muggles and wizards and witches and magic? I'm so lost, I don't know what's happening."
"Wait- you're a muggle?"
"As everyone apparently keeps saying."
He chuckled, "Oh, wow. My wife's a muggle."
"What does it mean?"
"I'll explain," he gestured towards the door to the back room, "But it'll be a lot to take in."
"I don't care, I just want an explanation."
And so, your husband, George Weasley, explained about the wizarding world that he was a part of. And how, by marrying him, you had automatically been granted permission by the Ministry of Magic to be an exception for all anti-muggle charms. Which was why you discovered the road to Godric's Hollow all of a sudden as a non-magic person, which you learned was what muggle meant.
At the very end of his explanation, you sat back in the armchair he had offered to you, "That explains so much. It's insane- but I'm relieved that it's not me going crazy."
"Must be quite a shock," he hummed, "I can't believe we got married. Are there any photos?"
"I mean, I suppose we could find the chapel we got married at and ask."
"Maybe it will trigger some memories of that night. I got drunkenly married - who knows what else I did?" he sighed.
"I don't know if I want to know."
George shrugged, "Better to find out that way than have a random woman come into your place of work and announce she's your wife."
You grimaced, making him laugh.
"I'm just teasing."
"Can I get your number? So I can contact you when I need to?" you asked.
George stared at you, "Number?"
"How do wizards and witches communicate?" you exasperated.
"By owl."
You blanked.
"You might want to get yourself one if you're moving into a wizarding village."
"How do they know where to go?"
"They just do."
You sighed.
***
"So, I phoned the chapel that we got married at and they confirmed that we signed the marriage registration and sent it off immediately," you said to George, taking a seat opposite him in your flat that you currently resided in, "They also posted this to me." You presented a large envelope to your husband and watched as he carefully opened it - even though it was already unsealed thanks to you.
He pulled out a marriage certificate: lettered in italic gold writing and clearly signed on the bottom two corners. As he pulled that out, another piece of card fluttered to the ground. You chewed your lip as you watched him pick it up.
"Wow," was all he said.
It was the same reaction you had when looking upon the photo of you and George at the alter: lips pressed together with smiles creeping on to your faces.
"We look so happy."
You hummed, "The photo hasn't triggered any memories for me."
You watched curiously as he waved it about. "It's weird that muggle photos don't move," he commented, "But- yeah- I can't remember anything more either."
"Maybe it's been too long," you reasoned, "Perhaps if we'd seen the photo the day after, it would've helped."
"Probably," he shrugged, "I can find a charm or potion that will help us remember - if you want to."
It hadn't occurred to you that magic was now a readily available tool.
"I'm not sure, to be honest," you said after a while, "I just really want to seal the deal on my house."
George nodded, "Of course, I'll sign the papers saying I have no right to it."
"Thank you for making this so easy," you said, giving him a warm grin, "When I found out I was married, I was so worried it was to a complete asshole."
"When I found out I was married, I thought it was simply a cute way a gorgeous woman had of flirting with me."
You felt heat rush to your cheeks at his comment. George was a stunning man: his damaged ear only added a rugged element to him, enhancing his beauty in a way that you didn't know possible.
He noticed your flustered reaction and chuckled a bit, "However, there is one problem with me signing those papers that your real estate agent really should've mentioned."
"What?" you filled with worry: that house was your dream house.
"If you're buying a house in the wizarding world, you're going to need a wizarding bank account."
"He kept going on about galleons," you thought for a moment, "But then he converted to pounds so I didn't think much of it."
George hummed, "Yes, but you're still going to need to pay in galleons."
"How do I get a wizarding bank account?"
"Only wizards, witches, squibs and muggles married to any of the former can access one. Oh, and muggles with magic children, even if they aren't married."
You realised what he was getting at. "So I can get one, but..."
"But it has to be a shared one with me."
You pulled your hands down your face, "But I love that house so much."
"I promise you I'm not trying to trap you."
"No, no- I get it. I just- that means I'd have to stay married to you until my mortgage is paid off. And that takes like thirty years."
"Even then, the bills would still need to be paid in galleons."
"Oh, fuck," you muttered, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
George watched you in silence.
"I'm sorry. I'll divorce you and forget about the house," you said eventually, "It's not fair for me to force you to stay in a marriage for the rest of your life - I mean, I can't force you."
"I didn't say anything about that."
You frowned. In your mind, there was no other option.
"I'm willing to do it."
"George, it's just a house, you really don't need to-"
"I will," he reiterated, "You realise that if you divorce me, you won't be able to access the magic world anymore?"
It had become something you were so excited to explore that you were disheartened by that fact.
"It would be cruel for me to take it away from you, I think."
"But-"
"So, I will set you up on my bank account, sign off on the house, and stay married to you."
Your mouth was opened wide as you stared at him, and in a flash you had leaped across the coffee table in order to pull him into a hug.
"You're so amazing," you mumbled, hugging him tighter as he returned the embrace, "Thank you so much."
"Hey, anything for my wife," he chuckled.
Your heart stopped.
***
"I've had to change my name on my driver's license and passport and bank account and everything else," you sighed, "Such a hassle for a fucking house."
George, who was walking with you throughout the empty house that you had just officially bought, chuckled, as he seemed to enjoy doing, "You must really love this place."
You shrugged, "The house, I would probably get over. An entire magical world that I would lose access to? Not so much."
He hummed, gazing around the place. You had decided that he at least deserved to see the property that he had given up so much for you to own.
"I can't wait to begin decorating," you sighed, "I have big plans for the downstairs rooms and the master bedroom."
"What about the other bedrooms?"
"I'm not sure, to be honest," you pondered, "I'll probably make one of them an office, but the other two, I honestly don't know. It'll be a while before I have any kiddly winks running around."
"How come?"
"I need to find a man to create them with first," you reminded, "And that will be especially complicated since I'm married."
"Not if it's with me."
You were pretty sure his words held a joking undertone, so you laughed.
"Well, I shan't keep you any longer," you said, "I guess we'll keep in touch?"
"Stop by my shop as much as you can," George replied, but you sensed a slight trace of sadness in his voice.
Nonetheless, you smiled, "Of course."
***
Was two days later too soon to take George up on his offer of stopping by? Maybe, but life was too short for you to not do the things that you wanted to do. Plus, you were exhausted from moving furniture and painting (since you were stuck doing it the 'muggle' way), so a getaway from your new home was needed.
After getting someone from the Leaky Cauldron to let you into Diagon Alley, you made your way down to the corner that Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes sat on. You couldn't help the fond smile that tugged on your lips as you pushed open the door and heard the tinkle of the bell above you. The last time you were there, you had been too nervous about meeting your husband to properly appreciate the joyful buzz of the shop; it was truly a marvel to witness. You wish you had grown up with access to such extraordinary things.
"Hello," a redhead popped up beside you.
You jumped a little, not failing to notice the fact this man, although initially appearing to be George, had two full ears.
"Hello... Fred?" you attempted to recall his name.
He nodded, "I must say, I wasn't expecting my sister-in-law to pop by today."
It hadn't occurred to you that George would have mentioned his marriage to his twin brother, but now it seemed obvious that he would have.
"Is my husband here?" you asked, adding a joking undertone. Nonetheless, you couldn't help but notice how warm saying that made you feel.
"Of course, he's out back."
"Should I...?" you trailed off.
"You don't need to ask permission to go out back," he chuckled, in a strikingly similar way to George, "You're married to one of the owners."
"Yeah, but-" but before you could finish your sentence, your brother-in-law had disappeared. With a sigh, you proceeded on your way to the staff-only space, unable to push aside how special you felt being able to freely enter the area.
It was only when you caught sight of George's back did you realise that you had nothing to say and had simply stopped by.
"Y/N!" he smiled, turning around upon sensing your presence, "What brings you here?"
You shrugged, "You said to stop by often."
His grin stretched wider, "That I did, I'm glad to see you."
You felt shy after hearing him say that, and avoided eye contact.
"How's moving in going?"
"Oh- well. Exhausting, though," you sighed.
"I can't imagine having to do everything without magic," he said, "If you want any help to speed up the process, I'm more than willing."
You shook your head, "You've done enough for me."
"I could never do enough for you," he half-mumbled, but you heard it. You couldn't believe it, but you heard it. "I'm free this weekend," he said at a more regular volume.
"I mean- if you're sure-"
"Of course I'm sure."
"I-" you stopped yourself, "Thank you, George."
"Georgie!" a voice called from the front of the shop, not long before a short plump woman appeared in the doorway. "There you are," she said with hands on her hips.
"Oh, hi, mum," he said, "I wasn't expecting you."
"I was just in town looking to pick up your father a new shirt - I don't know how he wears them out so quickly!" she sighed, "I thought I'd take the chance to invite you over for a roast on Sunday."
You smiled at the evidently kind woman.
"And who is this?" she asked.
"This is Y/N."
"How did you two meet?" this time she had a glint in her eye.
"Uh, funny story, actually," George scratched the back of his head, "We're married."
You were surprised at his honesty with his mother.
The woman's eyes widened, "And you didn't tell me!"
"No one knew, mum- not even us," he quickly added.
She seemed to ignore what the last part of his statement implied, and swooped you into her arms, "Welcome to the family, my dear, we have a lot of time to make up for! You'll be coming on Sunday too, yes?"
She didn't give you a chance to reply.
"I'll have to tell your father immediately - do all your siblings know? I expect Fred does. Probably Ron too." She paused, "I haven't even introduced myself! Molly Weasley - call me Molly, of course."
"Mum-"
"Godric- I have so many people to tell! I'll see you both Sunday at four o'clock, please don't be late."
And with a hug to both of you, Molly Weasley departed just as rapidly as she had arrived.
"I'm sorry about that- my mum can be very full on," George apologised.
"I think she's sweet."
A soft smile graced his face, "Yes, she's a very lovely woman."
You hummed.
"I'll get you out of the dinner."
You frowned, "Why?"
"Well, my family will think you're- well-"
With a shrug, you replied, "I don't mind."
"I have a big family."
"I know."
"Most of them are quite loud people."
"That's okay."
"They'll ask a lot of questions."
"George, I want to meet your family," you realised as soon as you said them what your words could potentially mean.
"It's just- I- I don't want them to scare you away."
"Scare me away?"
He nodded.
You chuckled, "I'd like to see them try."
***
Sunday rolled around quickly, and as promised, George showed up at your house to pick you up at five to four. You figured that his parents must live very nearby if he was picking you up so late, but you hadn't given it much thought. All you had done was focused on yourself, dressing up what you deemed the adequate amount for a family event.
A knock sounded on the door, and you quickly rushed to open it, smiling when you were faced with the red headed man that you could call your husband. He was wearing a knitted jumper and baggy jeans, which was a relief to you since you also sported a knitted jumper, just with a skirt instead.
"Hello," you said, almost shyly.
"Hey," he replied, "You ready to go?"
"Yep, let me just-" you hurried back inside to grab the bouquet of flowers that you had bought for his mother, you weren't familiar with the guidelines for meeting family as you had never been in a relationship long enough to reach that stage, but flowers had felt like the right thing.
"Oh, for me?" he said teasingly.
You shook your head, dramatically holding them away from him, "You would be so lucky."
He chuckled, "Right, let's get going," he held out his arm for you to take, "You're gonna want to hold tight."
You frowned, but took his advice nonetheless, taking a firm grip of his bicep which had a hardness that made your heart flip. But before you could dwell on that thought, you felt like you had been sucked into a vacuum and spat out again in a split second. Your stomach cramped up and you felt nauseous as you fell on to grass in a completely new location.
"Sorry, that often happens the first time," George quickly helped you up along with the flowers, which thankfully were unharmed.
"Did we just- teleport?" you asked, holding your stomach. Thankfully, the nausea was already dissipating.
"We call it apparating but yes, we did."
"Why couldn't I be born a witch?" you whined, following George as he began walking up the path ahead of you.
You could only be amazed when the strangest house that you had ever seen came into view: looking like it should tumble over instantly with the mismatched extensions stacked on top of each other. Not too long ago, you would have been worried about its sketchy looking state, but now you immediately concluded that it was kept steady by magic. Even at the distance you still were from the house, you could hear a lot of noise coming from it.
"I bet you anything Fleur and Hermione insisted on being early," George grumbled, "Making my brothers look like angelic sons."
You smiled to yourself: his relationship with his siblings was making you want to reach out to your sister.
George didn't bother knocking when you reached the door, simply throwing it open and grinning at everyone who was stood around the kitchen. You couldn't help but feel some level of nerves as you were faced with so many strangers.
"George! Y/N!" Molly beamed, pulling you both into a hug, "I'm so glad that you could make it."
You presented the flowers to her, "I got you these."
"Oh, they're gorgeous!"
You watched as she pulled out her wand and arranged them in a vase without even using her hands. You didn't think observing magic would ever get old.
"Thank you, dear," she said, before turning to the others in the room. There was Ron, who you vaguely recognised from the shop, with a curly brown-haired woman on his side. Then there was the most ethereal woman that you had ever seen next to one of the more rugged looking men that you had seen in your time. There was also an older, balding, red headed man, who you suspected to be George's father.
"Y/N, you might remember Ron here," George said, and you nodded, "And this is his fiancée, Hermione. This is my dad, and over there is my oldest brother, Bill, and his wife, Fleur."
"Our little shit of a son is running around here somewhere," Bill added.
"Pleasure to meet you, Y/N," George's father shook your hand, "You can call me Arthur."
"I didn't realise you were bringing a guest, George," Hermione said.
"Oh, she's no guest," Molly smiled, "She's family."
The only person who didn't exchange confused glances was Ron.
"I'm his, uh, wife," you said, feeling awkward. You didn't really want to say it, because it felt like you were lying to them even though you weren't.
What followed was an array of congratulations, and Hermione accusing Ron of not telling her when he clearly already knew. And then, upon being asked, you both finally revealed that it was an accidental marriage upon which you were both very drunk. Molly was new to this news as well, but nonetheless, before you could give any more detail on where your 'relationship' with George currently stood, she spoke.
"As irresponsible as that was, I think there's something beautiful in the fact that you're now happily married."
While you weren't unhappily married, you didn't know how to say that you didn't know you were married until a couple months later, and that you weren't in a relationship with George. He said nothing to clarify, either.
That was when a small boy tumbled into the room.
"Ah, zis is Victoire," Fleur said, "Our son."
He was just as red headed as his father.
God, your kids with George would probably end up redheaded.
You internally froze at that thought - why had it seemed so natural to imagine yourself having kids with George?
You were yet again distracted from your mind, as seemed common in the Weasley household, when more people arrived. It was Fred and his fiancée, Angelina, as you soon learned. Shortly followed by Harry Potter, allegedly quite a celebrity, who was dating George's only sister, Ginny.
The only person to arrive alone was Percy, who had a much less chaotic energy than the rest of his siblings.
"You'll meet Charlie at some point," Molly said to you, "But he lives in Romania for his work with dragons."
It was insane to you that George had five brothers and one sister; having six siblings seemed like such a hectic upbringing. That thought almost led you to brush over Molly's mention of dragons - dragons?
Once again, you were introduced as George's wife, solidifying you in their eyes as a sister-in-law. These were your in-laws, you realised.
"Dinner's almost ready," Molly announced over the noise of all the people.
Many people rushed forward to help the woman with the finishing touches and laying the table, and you felt like an ass for not assisting as well, but you would have been of no help. They were all using magic, which was ten times faster than you could complete any task.
"What year did you graduate school? I can't remember you," Ginny said, evidently assuming that her lack of recognition was because you had been in a different year at Hogwarts from her. George had told you how most witches and wizards in a similar age group knew each other because of there only being one magic school in the country.
"I didn't go to Hogwarts," you said.
"Oh, did you study abroad?" she asked, walking over to the table with you.
"No, uh, I'm a- I'm a muggle."
Her eyes widened in realisation, "Oh! I see," she hummed, "That makes sense now that I think about it."
"You're a muggle?" Hermione, who had overheard, said.
You nodded.
"I'm muggle-born," she said, "I was raised muggle."
"I was raised muggle too," Harry added on, "But I'm not muggle-born."
After that point, Arthur Weasley kept posing an array of questions to you, explaining that he was fascinated by muggles, and it was even what had led him to having the job that he did. Wanting to be liked, you answered all his questions as best as you could, and found his childlike curiosity quite endearing.
"Leave the poor girl alone, Arthur," Molly scolded her husband.
"I don't mind," you replied, and, really, you didn't.
The food was absolutely delicious, to the point you almost moaned when you first put it in your mouth. You didn't think you had ever eaten such delectable food before, and you made sure that Molly knew.
Once the first course was finished and dessert was being brought out, Bill and Fleur stood up.
"We have an announcement to make," the latter smiled, looking to her husband.
"Fleur's pregnant," Bill grinned, placing his hand on her abdomen.
"Oh, that's wonderful news!" Molly exclaimed, "How far along?"
"Twelve weeks, two days ago," Fleur said, "In ze clear zone, as zey say."
"We don't know the gender yet," Bill added.
"For your sake I hope it's a girl," Molly sighed, "It took me six tries."
"We will be happy eizer way," Fleur said simply.
You couldn't help but get the sense there was some level of tension between her and Molly, so you leaned over to George as everyone began chatting again, congratulating the expecting couple.
"Do your mum and Fleur get along?" you whispered.
"Well, yes, but they haven't always," he whispered back, "My mum thought she was vain at first, even thinking that she would call off the wedding when Bill got that scar." He was referring to the large mark on his eldest brother's face.
You hummed.
"They've mostly resolved their problems now, but I think there will always be a bit of tension."
After dinner, you wandered around the home, observing all the moving pictures of the family.
"Aw, you were so cute back then," you said to George, looking at a photo of him as a toddler on a mini broomstick.
"Are you saying I'm not anymore?"
You shrugged.
"And how do you know that's me and not Fred?"
"You may be a twin, but there's only one of you, George," you said in passing, not realising how much those words meant to your husband. As much as he loved being an identical twin, there were times where he didn't want to be seen as part of a package deal. Even his mother struggled to tell him and Fred apart before his ear injury, but you- you could recognise him instantly.
Your gaze moved up the wall.
"That's an interesting clock."
It didn't tell the time, but instead had a hand for all of Molly and Arthur's brood, all currently pointing in the direction of 'home' apart from who must be Charlie, which pointed at work.
"Even on Sundays, he works," George sighed, "You know, there was a time where me and Fred had the same hand."
"Really?"
"Yeah, but after he moved in with Angelina, mum had it altered."
Your eyes flicked over the 'mortal peril' section of the clock, and you didn't realise you had read it aloud til he responded.
"Thankfully that hasn't served a purpose since the war."
It was unbelievable to you that such a life-changing war had happened while you remained completely oblivious.
"I suppose we'll have to expand the guest list for our wedding," Angelina approached you, making you turn away from the clock.
"Oh, you don't have to do that," you said.
"No, no. An extra person is hardly anything," she smiled, "You're family, of course you're coming."
Family.
"Well, thank you."
"Of course."
***
As you and George said your goodbyes and departed, you couldn't help but let out an elated sigh, "Your family is so warm."
He smiled, "I'm glad you like them."
"They're like, everything I want my in-laws to be."
"Really?"
"Yeah! Loud, happy, there for each other - with the slightest hint of drama, of course. They're perfect."
"We've been through a lot together."
"Yeah, I expect so."
You both fell into a comfortable silence, one that had you feeling content with your life in the most heart-warming way.
"You ready to apparate again?" George broke the silence when you reached the end of the path.
"As ready as I'll ever be," you grasped his arm tightly, prepping yourself for what was to come.
You didn't fall to the ground this time when you appeared outside your house, but you did still feel nauseous for a few moments.
"I'm really glad you came," George said.
"I'm glad too," you smiled.
And then there was silence - tension-filled silence. The kind of silence that led up to what you had secretly hoped would happen this entire time.
His lips on yours.
You moved your hands up to his hair as the kiss got more heated, flashes of memories dancing through your brain.
You met at the bar your cousin's bachelorette party was at, and began chatting. He was charming, and funny, and you were both really drunk. You went on a walk together - you walked past a chapel.
You had suggested getting married - jokingly, but he had then said.
"Why don't we?"
And so you did, giggling and laughing the entire time, even when you kissed. The kiss held the same magical feeling as it did now, that's what had triggered the memory.
He had kissed all along your jaw and neck as you both filled out the forms, and it wasn't long before you both booked a hotel and by all technical terms, consummated.
"I remember," you parted from him breathlessly, only to kiss him again.
"Me too," he mumbled, pushing you back against your front door.
"Do you want to come in?" you asked.
***
This time, you were the one to wake up alone in bed, but that wasn't the only difference. You remembered every single moment and sensation from the night before - and from your wedding night, for that matter. A smile almost crept on to your face, but it dropped when the panic set in that George had upped and left like you had before. You scrambled out of bed, pulling a shirt and some pants on, and then rushed down the stairs to see if he was anywhere in your house.
And he was.
There your husband was, in the kitchen, cooking a full English breakfast - using magic, of course. You had electric appliances installed when you moved in, since most magic homes didn't generally possess them, but with George there, you supposed they weren't really necessary.
"Hey, love."
Love. That's what he had called you all of last night and your wedding night.
It made heat travel to your ears.
"Hi," you replied shyly.
"Take a seat, I'm almost finished."
You obeyed, deciding to let the wizard take care of you, even though he really had done too much for you ever since you met him - the second time, that was.
Your dining table was a temporary one, as your entire home was still a work in progress: it wasn't easy decorating an entire house by yourself, especially without the assistance of magic. Nevertheless, it did the job. George came over with the food and sat opposite you, gesturing for you to dig in.
"Thank you," you smiled, picking up the cutlery.
"I told you, anything for you."
"You're too perfect," you mumbled, making George chuckle.
"My ear may be injured, but my hearing's fine."
You looked up at him to make eye contact, feeling like he could read you with his gaze, "Your ear makes you even more perfect."
"I'm glad you think so, would be a bit upsetting for me if you didn't."
"I aim to please," you grinned.
***
"You didn't tell me the wedding would be quite so soon," you huffed, straightening out the pastel pink dress you adorned in the mirror.
George shrugged, tightening his tie, "Didn't think about it."
You were, of course, in reference to Angelina and Fred's wedding, merely two weeks after the dinner in which you met the former. Out of all the moving boxes you still had left to unpack, you had been forced to dig for a suitable outfit that fitted the colour scheme.
Aside from work, you and George had been practically glued at the hip in the days since he first stayed at yours - and he had been consistently staying at yours ever since. He had probably spent about three nights total at his own flat in that time span. So much to the point that when he came over the day prior, he had brought his suit for the wedding with him, fully anticipating that he would be spending the night.
You hadn't put a label on what you currently were, other than legally married, as it was.
"We have to be early," he said, "Since I'm the best man."
"I'm aware," you replied, sitting on the edge of your bed to pull your shoes on, "I'm pretty much ready."
"Alright, let's go."
***
The ceremony was a beautiful occasion: held at the Weasley house, The Burrow. The entire garden was decorated beautifully in shades of pink, purple and white, with bouquets of flowers adorning every table and chair. Obviously, a drastic difference from your own wedding.
You were sat in the crowd while George was up near the altar with the maid of honour, but he was not your focus. Angelina was a transcendent bride.
When it came to the meal, you were - to your shock - sat on the primary table where the newly weds were. You supposed that it made sense, since George was obviously going to be sat by his twin brother, and you were his wife. Generally, married couples weren't separated at events. You were certainly relieved, since you hardly knew anybody else.
The only other people on the main table were Molly, Arthur, Angelina's parents, and Angelina's maid of honour and her partner. There was a second table for the rest of the Weasley siblings and their partners, and so on and so forth for more distant relatives and friends.
Once the toasts were made, the meal commenced, and you hadn't realised how hungry you were 'til that moment.
"Slow down, love," your husband commented, "I'd prefer if you didn't choke."
You shrugged, your mouth full. Once you had eventually swallowed, you said, "Much grander event than our wedding."
"We could always renew our vows," he said, and even though he had made many comments about wanting to do anything for you, and had done many intimate things to you in the bedroom (and elsewhere in your house, for that matter), it felt like the first real confirmation that you were in a relationship. Even more, that you weren't just in a marriage out of convenience, but instead because you simply wanted to be.
You parted your mouth to reply, when some children from Angelina's side began causing chaos by running around. "Lord, our kids better behave," you muttered.
George turned to look at you, and it was then that you became aware of what you had said.
"Our kids?" he was grinning.
"Shut up," you mumbled.
"Never - just let me know when you want to start, love," he winked at you.
"A bit too soon, I think."
He shrugged, "We got married within a few hours of knowing each other."
"We were drunk."
"We can get drunk again."
You sighed, "We don't even live together."
"I can move in."
You didn't have anymore rebuttals.
"Are you out of arguments now?" he asked.
You reluctantly nodded.
"Perfect."
***
Instead of apparating directly to your house, you and George decided to take a late night walk around Godric's Hollow. It was such a pretty village, and you had yet to appreciate its beauty in the dark, with all the magical lamps glowing around you. But, you knew that you and George needed to have a conversation, especially after the kids talk from earlier.
"Are we together?" you asked him, even though your interlocked hands should have answered the question.
"We're married, love."
"Yes, but are we together?"
"I'd like to think we are - do you?"
You remained silent for a few moments, before nodding and looking at him in the darkness of the night.
"Then there you have it."
"I just don't get why."
"Why what?"
"Why you've done so much for me when you hardly knew me."
George chuckled, "I admit, I don't know exactly when I made the decision to do anything for you, but when you strutted into my shop, determined as ever, and announced that you were my wife, I just-" he paused, squeezing your hand, "You looked so cute and I knew- in that moment- that I would never meet someone else like you."
You felt like you were melting on the spot.
"It may have seemed selfless that I helped you get the house - but, to be honest, it was the perfect excuse for me to trap you to me- make it easier for me to pursue you, that is."
"I love you, George," you sighed.
"I'm glad, because I've loved you for quite some time now."
"Love at first sight?"
"You would be so lucky."
You let out a childish giggle at that.
"But, yes, I think it was."
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written; 18/08/2023 —> 03/09/2023
published;04/09/2023
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#harry potter#hp oneshot#hp#hp fanfic#harry potter oneshot#harry potter fanfic#fluff#george weasley x reader#george weasley x y/n#george weasley x you#george weasley oneshot#george weasley#weasley#weasley twins#muggle reader#feminine pronouns#comedy#accidental marriage#marriage of convenience#strangers to lovers
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Sebastian Sallow with a Muggle Significant Other Headcanons
Co-authored by @diligentcranberry
Sheepish as he is to admit it, until he met them, Sebastian always felt rather bad for muggles and their lack of magic.
Being rather shocked initially when he realised that this captivating person who has caught his attention is, in fact, not a wizard/witch at all yet they're so bright and clever he is fascinated by them.
Scheming of ways to get around the statute of secrecy when they're first together because being limited from magic in front of them at first feels like torture.
And he wants to impress them and open them up to all these amazing things he knows.
But the more time he spends with them discussing mythology, history, art, and all manner of things challenging his mind in new ways, that need for magic lessens.
Seb, who realises it may not be the magic he craves but the intellectual stimulation from learning and debating.
Initially baffled by their muggle habits and how long everything takes.
Seb who realises how when his partner does something as simple as brewing a cup of tea for him it takes so much more effort, but he swears it makes it taste better.
Sebastian, whose love language is acts of service and wants to take care of the people he loves.
Starts doing things for them the muggle way and expressing that love in the labour of it a flick of a wand can't replicate.
Relishes how heavy their bags are when he insists on carrying them. How their skin puckers when they wash dishes together. How long the journey is when travelling by train and not by floo and all this time they get just to talk and be with eachother.
Experiencing life in a completely different rhythm, he always thought he'd find tedious, but doing it together makes even the mundane seem spectacular.
Sebastian who loves magic and continues to pour over spell books, but his partner opens his eyes to this whole vast world of topics he never knew anything about, and his mind is blown.
He's inhaling anything he can get his hands on science, technology, engineering, and muggles are achieving these incredible things without magic he's not even seen wizards accomplish.
21 year old Seb in 1896 reading a muggle newspaper his partner passes him one morning and finding out about X-rays and radium and he's nothing short of giddy.
Kissing his bemused partner spinning them around wildly because muggles are bloody brilliant and they are the most spectacular of the bunch.
Sebastian who starts using magic less and less at home because his partner makes it seem frivolous.
This has come from mine and Cran's very niche Henry Winters (the secret history) x Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy) AU but I think a lot of the headcannons we've been gushing over work for Seb x Muggle!SO regardless.
I'd literally love to hear any other headcannons on this because we have been consumed and loving talking about these.
#Henry x Seb brainrot hitting hard#this niche fucking au owns me mind body and soul#if anyone has read the secret history please come hit up me and cran#i love my big bi murderous boys#also seb in the 80s is just a vibe#sebastian sallow#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy headcanons#sebastian sallow headcanons#sebastian sallow x muggle
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I Got My Eyes On You // T. Nott [Part 1]
Theodore Nott x girl!reader
!! ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE !!
Summary: Y/n Bones is part of one of the richest families in the wizarding world. She and Theodore grew up together, and for all these years, Nott watched her in silence, fascinated by every facet of her.
The two began a strange friendship after an incident and now, they meet frequently in the room of need.
“Hello, Nott" Y/n greets the boy from Slytherin "You’ve been coming here a lot lately"
The dark one goes in.
"It’s to make sure you’re still alive," Theodore replies, serene.
Y/n smiles.
“Come see what I found!”
And, of course, Theodore approaches.
The witch makes a grimace.
“By Salazar! What is this? Some kinda of muggle weaponry?”
The girl from Ravenclaw laughs.
“It’s called dry-er” She spells “Do you know what he does?”
“Does it dry things out?”
“It dries the moisture out of your hair! Isn’t that amazing?! It’s kind of noisy, but the technology is admirable. I mean, we can dry our hair with a swivel of the wand and the muggles invented an instrument that does it for them! They are really interesting little creatures"
Theodore laughs weakly.
Y/n blinks.
“You find literally anything amazing”
“And you have a limited brain, typical of a Slytherin” The youngest rolls her eyes.
“I like to explore, but I'm more into spells and potions, herbs, spices. Things that actually add something, because they are part of my reality”
Y/n looks at the brunette as if to say “Seriously?”
“That is, limited”
Theodore shrugs.
"Comes! I got more stuff!” And she pulls the Slytherin boy to the other corner of the room, without caring about personal space “Woow! Guess what it is!”
Nott looks at it strangely.
“This is definitely a weapon”
Y/n laughs.
“It’s a fan!” It spells “Speak! Fan!”
“Fan”
“Your Italian accent is really cute, so I’ll let that one slide”
Theodore rolls his eyes.
“And what does this thing do?”
“It refreshes the environment to alleviate the heat. See those propellers? They rotate counterclockwise and generate wind.”
Theodore blinks.
“Ok, this is cool”
“It is not?!!” She exclaims, exited.
For some inexplicable reason, Theodore likes being with the girl.
In a way, they grew up together. The brunette remembers that Y/n was always quirky. While the brothers ran up and down exploring the giant Bones mansion, Y/n spent time in the garden, looking for insects.
Theodore observed all his phases: The insect phase, the instrument phase, the color phase, the painting phase, the stars and aliens phase and marine animals...
Without the youngest noticing, Nott's eyes have always been on her.
He tried hard, condemned and fucked several girls... But it was no use, because the more Y/n grew, the more interesting and unique she became.
And beautiful.
Soon the others began to notice this fact, and Theodore wanted to smash the face of every boy who approached her with flowers or chocolate. To make matters worse, Y/n is a social virus, she smiles at everyone and is kind to the entire Hogwarts.
Finally, Theodore came to grips with her reality…
He would forever be an observer.
Until that day.
The day Y/n ran him over with a skateboard on summer vacation and they both broke their arms. She just burst into tears, but they weren't tears of pain, they were tears of guilt.
Somehow, after that moment, a strange and singularity friendship began between the two. They started to meet in the room of need and that was when Y/n introduced Nott to her new phase:
Explore Muggle Objects
“Why did you decide to be my friend after so long?” She asks suddenly, walking over to the sofa and throwing herself on it anyway “They say you’re not friends with girls, you only fuck them”
And suddenly, Bones sits down with everything.
“Merlim! Have you ever eaten Parkinson's ?!"
Theodore can’t stand it, laughing.
“Parkinson’s?! Do you swear? She’s not my type”
“Your type is blondes, from what Emma told me. That girl spends her whole day taking care of other people’s lives, there’s nothing she doesn’t know.”
“In fact, I like blondes… But she’s not my favorite type”
"And which one is it?" And Y/n blinks those little eyes, without malice in her question.
You – He wanted to respond.
"Next time we meet here, I'll tell you"
This is just something silly that I wrote, it's not good, but I still wanted to publish it because
I don't know, I thought it was cute? Who knows, maybe I'll continue
#theodore nott#slytherin boys#theodore x reader#harry potter#harry potter universe#theo nott#theo nott fanfiction#theodore nott x y/n#theo nott x y/n#slytherin
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Do you think the Statue of Secrecy in the Harry Potter books should be broken?
I mean, that's an interesting question, and not one I'm sure I (or anyone else for that matter) is qualified to answer. It's sort of like asking "should a large and fundamental part of a culture change". It can change, and there'd be fallout from that, and the result would be something entirely different.
What I will say is the statute of secrecy, at least as we see it in Britain, sets up a potentially dangerous state of affairs for a civilization and especially one that is insistent on remaining ignorant of its neighbors.
There's a technical term for this that I'm completely forgetting at the moment but the idea is that if you have an extremely small civilization, in which there is also extreme isolation, then that civilization's technology not only tends not to progress but also regresses. This is a matter of population and knowledge being lost (you don't necessarily have 1-1 replacement for skills and techniques to retain what the civilization knows) and difficulty in innovating for similar reasons.
Now, wizarding Britain isn't quite this, and that's because we have Half-bloods and Muggle-borns. The population is ridiculously small, with Harry's class in Hogwarts being around ~30 total and no matter how JKR tries to convince me there's thousands at Hogwarts we only seem to see 100s if we're being generous, and the "pure" wizarding families being even smaller (~30 families many of which have died out). But we also get a few Muggle-borns every year and we get Half-bloods from magical people marrying Muggles either directly or those who came from Muggles two generations or less ago. We see technology transferred in from the Muggle world and accepted at large in the train for the Hogwarts Express, the Knight Bus, cameras, and radios.
There is technological transfer as well as some diversity in genetics.
The problem comes in that the wizarding world by isolating itself is incredibly vulnerable to diseases (dragon pox is noted as basically having wiped out Harry's grandparent's generation) and conflict (Voldemort's responsible for the ending of several cornerstone family lines). One bad famine, war, and epidemic could end the wizarding world the way it is now.
As it is, they may already be at a breaking point and not realize it, if enough of the families died out. (The Weasleys can't supply 3/4 of the population and you have to have someone there already to teach Muggle-borns magic in the first place).
There's also the issue that by isolating themselves so strictly the wizards have no idea how Muggles work or the state of the Muggle world. Arthur is painted as the best we see and he's offensively bad, it's a common gag how little he understands about the Muggle world as a Pureblood wizard. While people like Hermione and Harry are better, they also stopped their Muggle schooling at 11 and both spend as much time in the wizarding world as they can even during the few times they're sent back to the Muggle world. This is especially dangerous as Harry and Hermione think they understand the Muggle world extremely well, and while they're better than Ron, they're not the same as someone who is a Muggle, especially after they become adult wizards and have no reason to interact with the Muggle world anymore.
So we get a superficial understanding of Muggle technology (they know certain things exist, especially obvious physical devices, but their solution to making them work is to enchant them to float and they think they've got it) and basically 0 understanding of anything else.
We do see some crossover in that the Prime Minister has a direct line to the Minister of Magic, but we also see that it's a "you don't call us, we'll call you" type relationship in that the Prime Minister has been trying for ages to figure out what the fuck is going on when Fudge and Scrigemore finally show up and go "Oh, yeah, there's a changeover and we have a terrorist back who's going to fuck your shit up. Sorry". It's very clearly a position meant to shut the Muggles up and have their aid when the wizarding world needs something from them, not the other way around, which is bad relations (seen in canon, the PM was not a fan) and also makes it clear that the wizards don't care what the Muggles do or what they're up to so long as they do it off their lawn.
And that means... well, things could get spicy without the wizarding world having any means of warning.
Not to mention, of course, that it's barely being kept in place. We have canonical villages of obliviated people who act a little funny in the head because the wizards didn't want to move/wanted to feel progressive by living with Muggles. We have Harry alone causing a number of incidents such as flying a car over half the country with the obliviators then having to obliviate said half of the country. We have Muggle-borns popping up with the Ministry seeming to have no means of keeping track of them without the Hogwarts letter. We have a complete lack of understanding of recent Muggle technology (guys, a very small percentage of people actually understand how computers work, how information is stored, how it's replicated across the web, don't tell me that someone with a primary education up to age 11 understands all the nuance of computers. You may get one or two, but it's not going to be many and they're probably not going to have Ministry jobs because they're going to probably be Muggle-born and maybe, maybe, Half-blood).
So, basically, I think the statute of secrecy is unsustainable. They're rolling dice keeping it in place and one of those days they're going to roll for something that will not allow it to hold.
Does that mean it should be torn down?
Again, that's that "should" thing we got into at first, things would change, it'd get very messy and very ugly, but it's a change and not something I can really ascribe morality to one way or another. It just is.
#harry potter#harry potter meta#harry potter headcanon#the wizarding world#the statute of secrecy#meta#headcanon#opinion
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Burning the Past #2 #1
pairing: draco malfoy x reader
AU: post war
genre: fluff, angst & second chance romance
warnings: mentions of war crimes, mentions of death & stalking
synopsis: After your run in with your ex, Draco Malfoy at the train station; he’s been determined to earn you back and prove that breaking up with you was one of the worst choices he’s ever made. But how? Draco will figure it out, somehow.. even if it involves him grovelling to earn forgiveness.
a/n: this is part 2 of burning the past, I’m actually surprised by how many people read and liked the fanfic. thank you guys I’m still improving on my skills and I’m learning something new every time. Also it would be pretty funny to see Draco grovelling and struggle to use a computer.
It had been a few weeks since your run in with your ex, Draco Malfoy at the train station. Looking at his face made you shudder, bringing back awful memories of war and how your relationship ended so bitterly. Despite you trying to forget about him and focus on your own life, you just couldn’t get him out of your mind! You swore to yourself you’d never get involved with him or the wizarding world ever again. Little did you know, Draco Malfoy was also thinking about you nonstop.
Meanwhile, Draco had been all over the place; trying to find you. He knows it’s you, despite your new identity and looks, those eyes are unforgettable. It wasn’t like Draco to be using muggle technology but here he was, sitting in some public library.. typing away on a computer trying to find any bits of information he can get on you currently. Draco disliked muggles and anything involving muggles, but he’s been trying to let go of those traditional beliefs for you. He struggled for a moment on the computer, not understanding how it even works and he was tempted to use magic but he couldn’t do it in front of countless muggles.
After two hours of struggling to use the computer, he finally managed to dig up some information about you like the place you work at and other stuff etc. Draco may have struggled to turn on the damn computer and other things, but it was worth it just to prove himself to you.. even if it meant him doing ridiculous things.
You were busy sitting at a coffee shop with your co-worker, just chatting over a few work things while drinking some coffee. You still couldn’t forget about Draco, despite all your efforts.. part of your heart still yearned for him but you knew his heart just didn’t feel the same way. You shook your head to shake yourself out of your thoughts, trying to focus on your co-worker’s thoughts and business plans. While you were listening to your co-worker, Draco had managed to sneakily go inside the cafe and get a seat near your table to observe you. Draco couldn’t believe he was resorting to stalking you but the things he’d do to show his love for you is crazy.
“Huh, that guy keeps looking at you quite often.”
Your co-worker says, noticing Draco’s watchful eyes on you. You were confused for a moment until you glance over at the direction your co-worker was looking at, your eyes widened in surprise as you realise it was Draco sitting there; just watching you with his grey-blue eyes. You immediately try to play it off cool as you look away from him, looking at your co-worker instead.
“That’s odd, isn’t it?”
You said dryly, trying to hide the obvious shock on your face from Draco just randomly appearing in some muggle cafe. It definitely wasn’t a coincidence. As you try to ignore his obvious presence, you just couldn’t.. you snuck looks at him; only to find that he was staring right back at you with those smouldering eyes of his.
Eventually you and your co-worker leave the cafe, your co-worker heads off into another direction and you were about to go off into a street when you felt something grab your hand. A cold, rough hand yet it was oddly comforting and familiar.
“Y/N, I know it’s you.”
It was Draco’s hand, holding onto yours tightly. He missed your touch, those intimate moments you shared while you were dating. His cold grey-blue eyes softening, showing a look of longing and guilt in his eyes as you turn around and meet his gaze.
“Draco, why are you here?”
There was no point of denying your identity now, he knows it’s you. Part of you just wanted to accept him back but the fear of him breaking your heart again and leaving you made you wary and scared. You keep a blank face as you gazed into his grey-blue eyes, trying to ignore those feelings of yearning and longing.
“I just wanted to talk, Y/N. Just hear me out.”
His voice was soft as he started leading you over to a more secluded spot, near a park to talk but you hesitate.
“I don’t know, Draco.. why didn’t you just move on?”
“I couldn’t move on, I made that mistake of letting you go. I regret it so much, Y/N.”
His grey-blue eyes weren’t cold anymore, they were filled with guilt and desperation. His words were pleasing as he looked at you, this wasn’t the same cocky and arrogant Draco you remember all those years ago. Your heart wanted to take him back but your mind can’t handle the emotional pain of him leaving you again. The way he broke up with you all that time ago was bitter and it hurt.
“Just hear me out, please? I won’t take up too much of your time, Y/N.”
You stay silent, unsure of what to say but Draco continues on; his hand still holding onto yours firmly as he speaks. His words were genuine, filled with guilt and desperation for your forgiveness.
“I just want to start with how sorry I am, it was stupid of me to break up with you. Not a single day goes by that I think about you, thinking of ways I could make it up to you again. Please, Y/N. I’m sorry for everything that happened, I never wanted things to be like this.”
“You hurt me Draco. But not just me, so many people died and got injured during the war because of the people you were affiliated with. You made me wonder what went wrong in our relationship, you never told me why you acted the way you acted then.”
Draco’s look of guilt deepened at your words, his eyes started to well up slightly as he squeezed your hand. You really did want to take him back but you don’t even know if you could trust him anyways.
“I know you‘ve changed, Draco but I want you to prove you‘ve changed. If you want my forgiveness, prove to me that you’re a good person that I know you can be.”
Your voice was firm as you spoke, your eyes glancing into Draco’s eyes to gauge his reaction. You could see a small smile grow on his face, a look of determination forming as he nods.
“Thank you, Y/N. I won’t disappoint you.”
With that said, ever since then; he’s been doing things everyday to prove himself to you. Draco did things he’d never do, just to show you that he’s changed for the better. Every single day for a whole three months, he walked you home from work, helped you with any problems etc. Draco certainly exceeding your expectations, he was never the type to grovel for forgiveness but he was doing many things to show he won’t do those mistakes ever again.
Eventually, your heart and mind finally agreed to take him back after those three months. Draco was ecstatic, promising he’d never leave you ever again and he kept those promises. You and Draco did things you used to do when you were first dating, rebuilding those memories and your relationship as whole. Fixing the things that were lacking at the start.
There’s one thing guaranteed, Draco will never dare to break your heart ever again.
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Magical Education in Harry Potter
I have continued reading snippets of HP and I realized once again how...boring the magic is in HP. Besides Snape, Dumbledore and Voldemort I think, no one in HP really does anything exceptional or innovative with their magic. Well...there are the Marauders with their map and their animagus transformations. Plus the Weasley twins are super creative too with their products. But I think that's it really. I will be mega generous and throw in Draco fixing the cabinet and Hermione's DA coins too.
Not even Harry Potter, who is supposed to be the chosen one and hero of the story, does anything great. He's tragically mediocre and not in a good way. I do not consider summoning a patronus at 13 to be a marvel. Considering he had special lessons from Lupin and his performing the spell is not really a special/new/creative magical endeavour.
The muggle world has great technological innovations. But wizards are not innovating magic on the same level at all. And I think part of the problem is their magical education system.
First, starting to learn magic at 11 is total rubbish. Using Avatar: The Last Airbender as an example. Learning magic at 11 is comparable to someone learning they can bend at 5 but they don't start training until 11. Or someone in our world has prodigious abilities but they don't train until high school. Do you see how dumb this is?
So in the meantime, wizard kids have this power that they can't control properly. It's not that big of a deal if the kid has a magical family but what about mugglebornes like Hermione or kids who grew up in muggle families like Harry?? Harry was literally a hazard to the Dursleys in more ways than one and it's understandable, not excusable, that they hated him.
Plus Hermione's character is annoying due to her role as an exposition device. It's tiresome that a muggleborne girl is constantly showing up purebloods who literally grew up around magic. As the books go on, she takes over Ron's role in the trio as the magical common sense guy. In reality, mugglebornes should be at a major disadvantage. Let's say I am trying to learn Spanish. I have no Spanish-speaking family. And let's say I end up in a class of immigrant kids whose parents all speak Spanish. They may not be fluent themselves but they have a huge headstart on me. In time I will catch up to them, especially if I work hard like Hermione, but initially, I would perform worse than them. As first years, the pureblood and halfblood kids should be blowing Hermione out of the water. If not for the entire first year then at least the first semester/term.
So how would I fix this issue? Four ways:
Magical kindergarten/elementary school
Hogwarts should be a highschool/college level institution. Or maybe Hogwarts could have different school levels. Kids should learn the introductory concepts for Charms, Transfiguration, Potions etc in primary/elementary school or even from their freaking parents. Ron's intro scene with that make my rat yellow prank spell was just sad. And having Hermione call him out for the spell not being real was just more salt in my annoyance. As kids, they learn the basics like wand movement, magic theory and safety. And basic spells.
Advanced learning
When they go to Hogwarts they should focus more on application and higher levels of theory. For example: Magical Ethics (what are the moral boundaries of magic **cough**rapedrugs**cough**polyjuicepotion**cough**), Magical Research (do projects/experiments to learn more about the nature of magic, like how is elf magic different from wizard magic), Spellmaking (why is Snape the only dude in HP inventing spells!), Improvised Spells (like in Wizards of Waverly Place), Magic Economics (how does magic work with the concept of scarcity, what is scarcity in the wizarding world), Magical Defense (not just against the dark arts but basic defence like self-defence in our world and perhaps survival skills) etc. They should learn non-verbal and non-wand magic as well of course. Maybe this could be taught at the end of primary school or the beginning of Hogwarts. Instead of the very end of their Hogwarts education.
Accessible classes for mugglebornes
So what about mugglebornes, you say? Well, there are two options. You can provide after-school classes for muggleborne students to learn magic before they attend Hogwarts. Think of extra lessons or night classes in our world. Or you can send the mugglebornes to summer school(s) before Hogwarts which leads me to my next point.
Different Class Tracks
Put muggleborne kids in a different class track from the purebloods/halfbloods who went to magical primary. Like how we have advanced classes for students who are super bright or slower-paced classes for students who need extra help. Students like Hermione would gradually graduate to the advanced track while lazier students like Harry may stay in the slower track. Or maybe bright students like Hermione could do placement tests to get into the advanced track from the start. Some pureblood students could even be demoted to the slower track if they begin to goof off (maybe Ron) or need extra help (maybe Neville). And you can mix and match! So Neville would be in Class 1 Herbology but Class 2 Potions :). Maybe Harry would be in Class 1 DADA but Class 2 Potions etc.
If lack of teachers is an issue, then pureblood families would teach their own kids and the primary school would be exclusively for muggleborne kids and/or pureblood/halfblood kids whose parents can't provide tutoring.
Conclusion
So yeah, that's how I would revamp the school system. Hogwarts is a weird school. Like students leave as adults but leaving Hogwarts feels like leaving primary school. I never felt prepared for the world after highschool but at least we have college/university. Even if HP has trade schools/apprenticeships for jobs like healing and being an auror, I think their magical education is seriously lacking. And the spellwork in HP is honestly very lame. Wands just end up being like guns. More battles should be like the Voldy vs Dumbles fight in book 5.
Magic should be something kids learn from the cradle. Magic is not a subject like Math is. Magic is literally part of who they are. Learning magic should be treated like learning how to groom yourself, eat healthily or even speak. It's strange how Hogwarts and the ministry restrict students from learning magic outside of classes. Maybe it's a conspiracy??
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I'm on my nth re-read of books 1-4, and I keep finding new things to be delighted by, on top of the old reliable lines that make me giggle every time. Like in book 4:
“Yeah,” said Harry, whose success had overdosed him with optimism. “Hey, think about this: you reckon I can just Banish the water and walk down?”
“Oh, bless, he thinks he’s Moses.”
How does (presumably pagan-ish or non-religious based on holiday celebrations) Draco know about Moses? Does he think Moses is a wizard??? I mean... he DID accomplish several miracles with a big stick. Any of the implications here make me cackle
Oh this is awesome, I've been wanting to talk about this for ages: I think wizards know what the Bible is! And Christianity, and Judaism and Islam, and I think there are practicing members of all of those religions (and more!) in the Wizarding World. Here's why.
The Bible (Old Testament specifically — Draco's references lean towards the OT because that's the broader cultural referent, it's the common glue of the Bible/Quran/Torah and if wizards know any Abrahamic text, it's that) is a huge, ubiquitous, world-shaping cultural text that was thousands of years old before the International Statute of Secrecy. The date of 1692 for the SOS means that any muggle culture before the 17th century is fair game, even if it's not accepted by wizards. So that's why I think atheist/agnostic/pagan wizards should still have at least referential familiarity with it.
The fact that wizards celebrate Christmas (NOT Yule, although obviously in Lionheart they do both) tells me that there is at least vestigial religious belief in the population. Expressions like "Merlin" in place of "God" tells me that wizards probably have a different relationship with it — Merlin's generally treated as a kind of prophet? — which is giving "splinter sect of Christianity defined by the emergence of Merlin as a separate prophet for wizards," but I'm not gonna spiral too far into that headcanon, because this is a lore analysis post. But that's my working idea, here.
The first-order response to the "what about magic?" problem is: Not everything that happens in the Bible can be explained by the Harry Potter magic system. Water into wine, sure. Resurrection? Impossible, as far as 99% of wizards know. Harry Potter is the only person we know of to be fully resurrected, and even he's never technically full-dead. Moses parting the Red Sea? I mean, we can imagine spells that would do it, but think about how much water is in the fucking sea! We don't see anything of nearly that scope happen in the series. And what about manna? We know for a fact that you can't use magic to make food!
But let's sidebar that, and drill down on what you can explain. Water into wine. Curing the sick. Okay, cool. There's still a big difference between "established in-universe ability that has been ritualized and turned into technology" and "literal miracles." Walk on water? Sure, you could probably perform a spell for that. But does Jesus? Do we know, for a fact, that he had a wand, or that he cast a spell? Had the spell for that been invented yet? Are you even sure he was a wizard? Can we prove it? Moreover, would it matter?
This leads me to my bigger point about the nature of religious belief: if you believe the dude's divine, having magic doesn't change anything, right? Because he's still the son of God. Christians don't believe Jesus was divine because he performed the miracles; they believe he was divine and so performed the miracles. There are many different IRL-theological stances on how much of the supernatural stuff in the Bible "actually happened," and you can be a skeptic about the scientific facets while still subscribing to its broader philosophical and religious claims about God.
Even if you take Jesus and other Abrahamic characters out of the question, there's still a place for religion in wizarding society, because of the afterlife. With the exception of ghosts (who by their account have never been fully "dead," and so don't know it) and inferi, the relation between the wizarding world and the afterlife is a one-way conduit. That means there's still plenty of room for wizards to adopt religious beliefs specifically about the afterlife, and religion would still play a social role in defining how people approached those topics.
Finally, the pagan elements of the Harry Potter series read less to me as an espousal of sincere religious conviction and more as a ritualistic vestige of prehistorical magical practices. Since the universe's magic draws heavily on pagan ceremonies — especially in the realm of potions/herbology/magical creatures — ironically, I can't imagine paganism as a religion in the universe of Harry Potter. Like, it's just straight-up true! It would be like starting a religion around meteorology, or chemistry. There's no element of mystery or divinity involved for faith and belief to fill in the gaps; you know how magic works, and you can be good at it.
What JKR did with the magic system — apparently on accident — was to textually validate huge volumes of pagan practice without invoking any of the associated spiritual or religious beliefs. And since we live for seven years in the mind of a competent, practicing wizard who does tons of magic without seeming to believe in any particular god at all, I have to infer that you don't need to. Rowling has, again, likely not on purpose, built a universe whose central conceit is: "what if the pagans were just straight-up right?" and revealed the answer to be: "well, then it wouldn't be paganism anymore."
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Letters of Love
“Marlene, I’m a genius,” shouted Lily from the other side of the Gryffindor dorm room, “ I’ve finally managed to enchant this darn thing!”
“Lily, what random project is it now? I swear to god, if the charm isn’t NEWT- level, you’re going to wish you didn’t wake me up” exclaimed Marlene, who was reluctantly woken up by the excitement of her red-headed bestie.
“I’ve done it! I’ve finally created a charm that will get warm when someone writes on this paper, transfer the message to me, and let the message disappear! Now my plan will finally work!”. Lily was beyond overjoyed. For weeks, she had been working on this passion project, a piece of paper that would function as a messenger, quite like that muggle technology that Petunia had.
“Wait, why do you need this paper? So Potter can find it and bother you some more?”, wondered Marlene aloud.
“No, dummy, it’s so that I can get notified when someone replies to my message in that beautiful muggle book, “The Road”. I’m just going to write that this is an enchanted paper, and anything written will be sent to me! I hope I get some interesting messages” answered Lily. “Hopefully this will take my mind off of Sev’s betrayal.”
The plan was beautifully crafted, a simply splendid idea, but there was one problem: nobody checked the book out. Weeks passed, seasons changed, and Lily got her mind off of Sev, and found a new hobby: healing and muggle medicine.
But one day, as she was poring over a muggle anatomy textbook, her pocket suddenly felt warm. Shocked, she knocked over her pot of ink, as her hand rushed to her left pocket. Finally, after nearly a year, someone had found her note! She unraveled the parchment rapidly, careful not to accidentally rip nearly a year’s worth of anticipation.
Let me know if I should update!!! Apologies if this was really boring. Also, who do you think the secret someone is??
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I always thought that wizards weren’t immune to muggle illness but that they just had advance technology (magic) to help them fight it more effectively. When muggles are able to create medical advances throughout the years their average lifespan goes up and I just figured it was the same with wizards (so basically if wizard didn’t have access to any spells or potions for some reason at the age of 100 they’d be in the same state a muggle would.)
i suspect this is what the text would say it was going for [although, given that the wizarding equivalent of lemsip makes steam pour out of your ears, i don't entirely back it...], but i am definitely fond of extending the wizarding world's generally old-fashioned technological vibes into the medical system and assuming that they're still stuck in the age of leeches and ron's horror at the concept of surgery isn't anything to do with wizards having evolved beyond needing this but because they don't know what anaesthetic [which begins to be used in the muggle world in the 1840s] is.
the separation of the muggle and wizarding worlds happens hundreds of years before the modern discipline of medicine - its principles, specialisms, and systems - is invented. and this is also the case for other scientific disciplines - chemistry, physics etc. - which undergo their major period of expansion from 1700 onwards.
it's striking to me in canon that a lot of the worldbuilding around wizarding science - by which i largely mean the way the discipline of potions is written about - draws on the medieval and early-modern history of science. the magical ingredients which are integral to so many potions are traditional herbal remedies in the muggle world - dittany, for example, is mentioned by hippocrates [who died c.370 bc] as a cure for wounds. it's important to note that many of these herbal remedies did and do genuinely work - many modern medicines are developed from botanical sources, modern doctors owe a great deal to our colleagues from centuries past, and modern patients should be aware that herbal remedies are not always benign and that they can interact incredibly badly with other medications - but the fact remains that their preparation and application would seem baffling to someone working in healthcare today.
i like the idea that wizards' longevity is either a fluke which applies only to the lucky few [virtually no hogwarts students appear to have grandparents, which suggests that life expectancy is actually lower than the muggle equivalent] or that it's something which comes with having the magical gene - and that wizarding medicine is a discipline which has developed independently of the advances in muggle medicine to still have a slightly... archaic vibe.
after all, in 1689 - when the statute of secrecy was signed - britain's doctors were all rushing to prescribe an exciting herbal remedy which had been "discovered" in the colonies of the new world, but which it would be absurd to find offered on the nhs now...
what was it?
chocolate.
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For your eight nights of drarry:
Something involving Draco struggling with muggle technology and Harry having to very patiently show him how it works and explain to him that no matter how many times he waves his wand at it, it's not going to turn on.
Or something like that. Whatever you're inspired by :)
Night 2: Electricity
My dearest Grievers, @steampunkserpent27, I would love to write this for you. Thank you for submitting this lovely prompt! I hope you enjoy it. Also this is going to be all dialogue. Because I am tired and description takes more brain cells than I currently possess lol. Enjoy!
"Draco! I'm home! Will you help me with the groceries?"
"Harry? Thank Merlin, get in here!"
"Is everything alright?"
"In one way, yes, everything is fine. In another...not quite."
"Okay, let me put away the—"
"Harry, you're a wizard! Levitate the groceries and then get your arse in the living room!''
"Alright, alright, one second...Okay, what's wrong, love?"
"It's your stupid device! It's not working!"
"What—wait, you mean the telly?"
"Yes! See? It's pitch black! I tried everything. Televisio. Visiotelly. Showus Projectus. And still, nothing!"
"Draco...it's a Muggle device."
"Yes, Potter, I am aware."
"Then why are you trying to use magic to turn it on?"
"Because—well, doesn't anything work with magic?"
*trying to hold back laughter* "No, love. Not everything. Muggle electronics require electricity. That's why I had that repair person over here a few weeks back—to get us hooked up to a power line. You don't use your wand for this."
"Then how does it work?"
"You use this—it's called a remote."
"Interesting. What are all those colorful things?"
"Those are the buttons. They have different functions. This one turns it on—"
"Oh! There! You fixed it!"
"Er, I didn't fix it, really. It wasn't broken, to begin with."
"Still, Harry, you're so good at this sort of thing."
"I'll teach you, love. It's not hard at all once you get the hang of it. Do you want to try turning it off and back on again?"
"Alright." *switches off* "Okay, then what button do I press?"
"The same one."
"Like this—? Oh! Look at that! I did it!"
"You did! Now, here's how you adjust the volume—"
"I can't just use a Silencio? Or a Sonorous?"
"No, love. The telly won't respond to spells. It's Muggle."
"Oh. Right. Show me."
"Like this. See? You click this to make it louder, and like this to make it quieter."
"Oh, I see. Can I try?"
"Sure."
"Louder...and then quieter...I did it!"
"Yes, you did, love. I'm proud of you."
"As well you should be, Potter. I'm a fast learner. Now, why don't you get started on dinner, and I'll turn on the wireless."
"First the telly, now the wireless? Look at you, learning about Muggle devices. I didn't even know you knew how to use the wireless."
"Of course I do. Now, off you go to the kitchen! I'll join you once I've got the music going."
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"Goddamn it! Wireless Playus!"
"Everything okay, Draco?"
"It's fine, Potter!"
...
"Electricitus Creatus!"
*sputter. crack. fizzle.*
"Draco?"
"Yes, Potter?"
"You sure everything's fine?"
"Yes, yes, you worry too much!"
"Okay. Just—quick question, then."
"What?"
"Why do I smell smoke?"
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How Wizarding Britain needs Purebloods
Now I'm not quite sure how to do this, but this is a long olde rant about the Harry Potter universe. -A few Hogwarts Legacy spoilers below
Now, as we know there are 28 main 'pureblood' houses and they are heavily important to the stability of British magical society, from the Ollivander's being the main producers and sellers of Wands, to the Malfoy's government funding. Pure blood families have always been essential to wizarding society, but with rapid depopulation of Wizardkind after the two world wars, the war with Grindelwald and Voldemort they are in a huge population deficit and power struggle. Unlike muggle Britain the wizarding counterpart put no financial incentive to repopulate causing a collapse in trade, supply lines and forcing nearly all graduating students to work for the ministry if their families did not own prior business to survive. But pureblood families are needed to maintain this order, hence why they had so much power during voldemorts era and the 1990's. The Malfoy family funded government departments, the Fawley, Crouch, Avery and Nott families worked in high standing departments and contributed to law and funding of public spending, for instance, st mungos and Hogwarts. Also every family head had a seat in the wizengamot contributing to the management of government and the legal system, Or contributed in development of technology via spellcraft, or potioneering. The loss of pureblood or noble families means a loss in financial stability for the Ministry of Magic, as they do not have the ability to print new money in times of crisis, that being in the power of goblinkind. Additionally the loss of culture, history and familial techniques, like the loss of parseltongue with the Gaunts. if a group were to unleash a dozen Basilisk in London, without the Gaunts there would be mass casualties on muggle and wizarding side. Now I'm not saying the purebloods dont have their own flaws, on a ethical level the extremists have it wrong but also from a side where they want to preserve magic and keep it strong in magical families, they should as it is part of their history and culture, most of the adults from the 90's during harrys time, saw the atom bomb and cold war, how they could be the next to be rounded up and killed. It would terrify anyone, but I repeat, I do not agree with their ideals. just without the complex movement of noble and pureblood families supporting the Ministry of Magic the entirety of wizarding Britain would crumble under the financial weight and become forced to break the statute of secrecy to trade in muggle money to stay alive.
We can also see a clear view of corruption and ineptitude within the Ministry where political power can be hoarded by select few and with no way to elect ministers a democracy could easily become a dictatorship. As shown by Fudge using the power of the Government Run Paper to slander a literal child without legal consequence or how Barty Crouch sent Sirius to Azkaban without trial or due process. circling back to the Daily Prophet, there is no competing news paper to allow free thought or speech only gossip or eccentric magazines like Witch Weekly or The Quibbler. Forcing from children to elderly to believe that anything they say is true. Example: All of Rita Skeeta's articles.
Returning to The loss of culture and history, the Hogwarts Legacy game is a good indicator via Ominis Gaunt that old wizarding families will have secrets like the location of Salazar Slytherins scriptorium, the chamber of secrets, the lost knowledge of ancient magic or the existence of golden snidgets. Though some is kept alive via portraits through destruction of family lines or dwellings of pureblood families I.E. Rookwood Castle/Isadora Morganachs portrait, there is a loss of essential history, culture and folk knowledge in wizarding society.
In Conclusion, With the rapid depopulation of Wizarding Britain and the annihilation of Pureblood families over generations of inbreeding, war and extremist ideology blinding them. The Ministry of Magic and Wizarding Britain will rapidly crumble without a method to maintain a standard of living, financial stability, law and morals, essential services or adequate supply lines. Resulting in political and cultural collapse forcing a break in the statute of secrecy to cling to Muggle Britain's struggling system and welfare state to allow future magical generations to recover.
Thank you for reading and bearing with my Tumblr ineptitude.
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Sirius Black x Jas Daly: Happy memories
Title: Happy memories
Pairings: Sirius Black x OC Jas Daly (@devil-doll13's oc)
Summary: Sirius doesn't often talk about himself, or how hard life is for him, even outside of Azkaban. He has you, however. Or: Sirius takes you on an unconventional date.
Warnings: none. kissing. angst? comfort.
Wordcount: 1030
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Sirius never discussed his past. After over a dozen years in Azkaban, and the world outside of it must feel so foreign to him. Yet there were many things that made you wonder, about the man he was, the man he used to be, about how he’d grown and changed. The muggle posters are still on the walls of his teenage room, and he only took them down after you joked about them. He was a Gryffindor; yet secretive in talking about his school days. After the dementors, maybe not much was left. You had no idea what it was like, except that it was bad. And how could you, if he avoided the topic?
Sirius never talked about his family. They spoke for themselves, through Kreacher and through the paintings that yelled slurs at you as you walked by. He told you to pay it no mind. When you offered to burn down the painting, as it was stuck on with magic that neither of you seemed to be able to remove, he laughed it off. You wondered when he’d feel ready to face that part of himself.
He dressed like his old self, however. In rich velvet jackets, red hinting to a leftover of house pride, with a picture of his old friend group tucked in the inside pocket. The beard he kept. Once a rebel, always a familial disgrace.
When you started coming over more frequently, the two of you cleaned the entire place one day, in the spring. He lifted you in the air, and you laughed as he hoisted you up so you could reach the high chandeliers in the hallway. The finishing touch was a vase of wildflowers that you picked on the school grounds, enchanted to last longer. His eyes were fond as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you work your magic, bringing colour back into his old home.
Every time he revealed something new about himself, felt like a flower opening up in the light of a new day. That day, it was his old motorcycle. It was much like Hagrid’s one; an experiment of magic and muggle technology and felt decidedly unsafe. It was against anyone’s advice to take the thing out for a drive, but that didn’t matter as no one would know. Sirius was good at secrets.
He held you close to his chest, his breath tickling the top of your head, one arm around your waist, as he guided the enchanted vehicle through the air. You hoped the cloaking charms were strong enough, but tonight was not for worrying. If there’s anything Sirius encouraged in you, it was to live in the moment and forget about all but him.
He took you to one of the highest roof tops of London, a bank, or flat, or some other place no soul would go. The stars were high and bright, even with the light pollution of the city. You couldn’t decide what you’d rather watch, the stars in the sky or the twinkling city bustling below you. Sirius had already decided, though, and didn’t take his eyes off you.
“Did we really come all this way just for you to stare at me?” you joked. He grinned and leaned back on his elbows. “You can do that at home.”
“I’m sure it must feel like you have a strange husk of a man as your lover,” he started, out of the blue, and stared at the sky to avoid your eyes. “Azkaban was… it took so much away from me. Not just the time… but the memories. Everyone from my past is either dead or all grown up, has a life without me. There are few good things of my life before it that I can recall. And now, there is you…”
You shifted closer to him, pressing your head against his shoulder. “I don’t expect you to tell me, especially not all at once.”
He looked at you, pressed a kiss to your temple, his beard tickled against your crown. He smelled nice, comforting like a family dog.
“The wind up here is real nice,” he said, the gratitude thick in his voice. “It’s so good to be free again.”
You’re stunned at his vulnerability. This may be the first time he’s ever acknowledged the impact his captivity had on him to you. He lays back on the concrete, pulling you with him, flush against his chest.
“We’ll just have to make new memories,” you say softly, curling into him. “Better ones, ones so good you forget about the bad.”
“Is that a promise?” The baritone of his voice made his chest vibrate and you lift your head to peck a kiss on his lips.
“Of course.”
“Then, let’s swear together.” He sat up suddenly, rousing you, and you shifted to sit in front of him, cross-legged. He held out his hand and you gripped it, thumbs pressing together. “I, Sirius Black, swear that I will take you, Jasmine Daly, on many great adventures, and during these adventures I will keep you safe, and make sure that we will go home to each other.”
“I, Jasmine Daly, love you, Sirius Black, and I will be by your side for as long as you want me. I will do everything I can to fill your life with happy memories. Together we will share a most wonderful life.”
He pulled you closer and kissed you desperately. “My woman, my beautiful woman, what did I do to deserve you? You’ve already given me so much good in this wretched life.”
You laugh as he peppered your face and neck in tickly kisses.
“What did I do to deserve you?” you retorted, pressing his face close and kissing him properly.
The stars were witness to a love greater than most, on that high London rooftop. Once you returned home, the portraits were asleep. No insults before bed tonight. You slept easy in his arms, the arms of the man who cherished you unlike any other, who brought laughter into your life like no one else could. Every small moments spent with him carried you on wings throughout the week to come.
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Want to decorate Christmas tree together?
Word 6: waffles
This idea came from the most random conversation so here we are.
As soon as the bell rang, Draco hurriedly answered the door although he was pretty sure it was too early for anything and he didn't have anything to be delivered at the place but he went anyway.
He opened the door to a man holding a sheet of paper, "Yes?"
"Delivery for Draco Malfoy?"
"That's me but I didn't order anything." Draco frowned.
"It's a parcel." The man said and handed Draco the sheet of paper to sign it.
"What is it?" Draco asked as he stepped more outside the door to notice almost a 5 feet tall Christmas tree standing erect.
"Do you know who might've sent it?" Draco asked but the man shook his head.
Draco signed the paper and the man's co-workers took the tree inside and placed it where Draco asked them to.
"This came with it." One of the co-worker said as he handed him a small piece of card.
As all of them left, Draco finally opened the small card and immediately recognised the handwriting and smiled.
He took out his phone from his pocket and dialled the number.
"Morning." Draco immediately greeted as he picked up the call on the other end.
"You sound too chirpy for me in the morning." Harry said but Draco could still recognise the smile behind the call.
"It's 9 am, why are you still sleeping?" Draco asked as he looked at the tree endearingly.
"Because it's a Saturday, Draco. But I'm up now." Harry said as Draco heard some shuffling on the other end.
"I got your parcel today. When were you planning on telling me that you bought me a 5 feet tall Christmas tree?" Draco asked.
Harry sighed on the other end, "You said you didn't have time to buy the Christmas tree with everything going around and how the shops are too far away. I just wanted you to be able to decorate the tree on Christmas and since we can't be together, it's hard enough."
"Yes but it's only one Christmas. I could've bought a small one for me."
“Yes but I bought it for you now.” Harry said.
Draco smiled, “You’re a menace, Harry Potter.”
“Yes, I know but now tell me do you want to decorate it together?” Harry asked.
“We’re in different places, Harry. How are we ever supposed to do it together?” Draco asked confused.
“We have internet, Draco, we can always do video call.”
“You know I suck at muggle technology.” Draco remarked.
“Well, we can do a call and stay on it while we decorate it together and then send each other pictures.” Harry suggested.
Draco thought about it for a moment, it didn’t actually make sense to do it together, the process of decorating it while on the call seemed like a time consuming idea even.
“What would we get out of decorating it together?” Draco frowned.
“That we get to decorate it together? Come on, do you want to or not?” Harry asked.
Draco was still confused but then there was something in Harry’s offer that made him want to do it together, so he agreed.
They both agreed to call in the evening after they had done all their work, chores and when nobody would disturb them so they would just be with each other. So, when the evening came they did just that, they started decorating the tree together on a call with wired earphones plugged in to their phones.
Draco had thought it would be almost odd but they slipped briskly into conversations. Harry kept asking random questions like if the cat ornament would look better next to the dog ornament or licorice ornament which made Draco wonder what the hell Harry was doing but at the same time it was all very amusing. He told Harry about his family traditions and how they used to celebrate christmas together and about how every year he would bake cake with his mum as a Christmas ritual but can't this year because his parents' are arriving late this year while Harry told him about his Christmases especially the ones he spent at the burrow. They also got around talking about how things are going and somehow some old school talks and they both realised how funny it was when Draco used to try to get Harry’s attention. They laughed off most of the call but it was just a beautiful bubble moment Draco never wanted to get out of. Towards the end of decorating, Harry started complaining about how Marco, his dog was eating the Christmas balls which had Draco laughing all the more and then making fun of Marco.
When it was finally done, Draco clicked the picture of his Christmas tree and sent it to Harry and Harry in return sent two pictures, one of his Christmas tree and the other one of Marco chewing off the Christmas ball which made him smile.
Draco was looking at both the Christmas trees and then he realised,
“I’ve never decorated a Christmas tree with anyone before.”
“Really? What about your Mum and Dad at the Manor?”
“Nope. They were mostly busy with Christmas invites or holding a Christmas ball and I didn’t even use to decorate the main hall tree even, just the small one in my bedroom hallway.”
“Well.. now you’ve decorated it with someone, how does it feel?”
Draco thought about it for a moment, then looked at his tree and finally said it,
“Like I want to celebrate the rest of them with you,”
There was a pause after that. Harry didn’t say anything so Draco went on,
“I didn’t think about it before but I want to and I know we haven’t been dating all that long but you know the moment when you just know-”
“Draco, I love you.”
There was a pause again and Draco continued again,
“I-I never knew I wanted to decorate it with you. I didn’t even know it was a romantic gesture till now but Harry- nobody would ever do this for me, send me a Christmas tree, ask me to decorate it with him- I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you, too, Harry. Merlin, it feels so good to finally say it out loud.” Draco and Harry both chuckled at their ends.
“I want to decorate all of my mine with you too, Draco.” Harry finally said and Draco smiled.
“Do you want to bake cake together as well?” Harry asked after a while.
Draco grinned on his side, "Absolutely. Tomorrow at 5?"
"Done."
In that moment, he realised he's found it, he's found the one man he had been looking his whole life for and he’s never finding anyone better. Ever. He didn't need to find anymore, it was him. It was Harry. All along.
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8 | Lady Emma Hamilton
Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader
Serpents and Roses
The following afternoon, you walk into your brother's class with a grin on your face. You take a seat next to Luna, who leans over and whispers, "Where were you yesterday? We missed you."
"Oh, um, I went out," you say quietly, knowing it would be hard to explain where you had gone.
"Oh yeah?" she grins. "Anyone interesting?" she asks, just as your brother looks up from his desk and scans the room.
"No," you shake your head and do the same, only for your eyes to fall on Ominis and Sebastian taking their seats across from you and Luna. Your heart drops to see Sebastian glaring daggers in your direction.
"Y/N," your brother calls out. "Despite being a muggle, I do hope you'll pay attention to the lesson today. Or perhaps, would you prefer to take a trip to my office?"
"Sorry, no," you say, feeling your cheeks grow warm as everyone turns their gaze to you.
"Very good. Now, as I was saying, open your books to page 108. There's a story there I'd like to discuss," he announces.
You look over at Luna who already has her book open and out on the correct page. Just how long were you staring off for?
Once everyone has turned to the right page, James begins to read aloud, "The lightbulb was invented in 1890 by Thomas Edison. This allowed humans to have electricity running through their homes, which led to more and more technological advancements. One such invention is the telephone, which was created in 1876 by Alexander Graham Bell..."
You can feel yourself about to fall asleep as your brother's monotonous tone lulls you into a daze.
"Y/N?" James' voice suddenly calls out to you.
"Yeah?" you answer, jolting upright and wiping away a bit of drool.
"Do you know anything about this story?" he asks, causing a few students to chuckle.
"Yes," you answer, trying to remember what he'd just read.
"Can you tell me what happened in 1890, please?"
"Um, yeah," you nod, looking at your textbook.
"Take your time," he smiles.
You scan the page, trying to find the answer. Finally, you see it, "In 1890, Thomas Edison and his team perfected the electric light bulb..."
"Very good," James nods. "Five points for Ravenclaw."
"What?!" you hear a Gryffindor in the back yell. "How the hell is that fair? You can't just give her points for saying something we already learned!"
"Mr. Prewett, I believe you should mind your own business," James frowns. "Now, if you have nothing else to add, please keep quiet. Perhaps if you focused more on the subject, instead of making a scene, you'd learn more, hmm?"
The room falls silent once more and James continues reading.
Luna sighs dreamily, resting her head on her hand. "God, he's so hot when he's mad."
You glance at her, a little surprised at the comment. "Luna, what the fuck?"
"I mean, I'm just saying," she shrugs. "You have to admit, he's not bad to look at."
"I think I'm gonna be sick," you groan. "Please don't talk about my brother like that in front of me."
"Don't worry, he's not my type anyway," she laughs. "But he is definitely a hottie. If I was a few years older, I might have gone after him myself."
"Luna!" you snap.
"Alright, alright," she grins. "My apologies. But I do need to tell you that he's definitely catching the attention of more than a few female students."
You roll your eyes. "James is smart enough to keep to himself, I'm not concerned about that."
"Maybe, but you should still keep an eye out," Luna whispers. "Just in case."
"Yeah, I will."
"Oh, by the way, I thought you weren't taking this class? You know, since you're a muggle anyway," she then asks you.
"Yeah, I wasn't going to but I figured it might help beef up my credits so here I am. Besides, maybe I could be of some help? I don't know," you shrug.
By the end of the first class, James' mood has certainly soured. He's never taught before, so it's no surprise that he's quick to become frustrated when a student can't answer a question.
"Since you all seem to think you're experts on muggles already, I propose a project. You will choose a famous muggle artifact and create a presentation on this item to present it to the class. This will count as your final exam. If you do not receive a satisfactory grade, I will fail you. Understood?" James explains.
"What kind of an assignment is that?!" a student cries.
"One that will challenge you to think outside the box," he says.
The class groans and you smile. You're sure to get an easy A with this project, so there's no way you'll fail. There's more than a few things you can write about.
After James dismisses the class, a Slytherin slams his hand down on the table where you are and leans down close to you.
"You're an interesting one, aren't ya?" he smirks. "Bet I could write a damn good paper on you. I bet you'd love that, wouldn't ya?"
"Um, no thanks," you say, leaning away.
"Don't be like that," the boy continues. "We could have some real fun together, you know? I could write all about the things you'll let me do to you."
You're speechless, unsure of how to respond. Thankfully, Luna is still next to you. You turn around to her seat, but she's gone. Instead, she's up in the front of the room talking to James.
"I'd rather die," you mutter, turning away from him and grabbing your bag.
"That can be arranged," the boy snarls.
"Enough," a voice from behind says.
"Mind your own business, Gaunt," the boy retorts.
"I'm afraid that is not an option. Now, I'd advise you to leave Y/N alone," Ominis tells him.
"What's the matter, Gaunt? I thought your family didn't let you be friends with muggles."
"Shut up, Nott. Now go away. Before I make you," Sebastian snarls, chiming in.
"You're nothing without a wand, Sallow," Nott smirks. "Don't think I don't know."
"And yet, I've beaten your ass more than a few times with just my fists. Want me to prove it again?" Sebastian asks, standing up.
"I wouldn't, Nott," Ominis says calmly. "Just leave the girl alone."
"You're right. She's not worth it. Perhaps I'll see her 'round, though. Without the likes of you getting in the way," the Slytherin then sneers before walking away.
"Are you alright?" Ominis asks as he approaches. "Sorry about him. He's always been a bit of a prick."
"Yeah, I'm alright," you nod. "Thanks guys."
"No problem," Sebastian shrugs, glancing between the two of you.
"We should get going, Y/N. Don't want to miss dinner," Luna says, grabbing her things and walking over. "Ugh, what do you two want?"
"They were-"
"We were just saying goodbye," Ominis interrupts in the most elegant way possible. "Have a nice night, Y/N."
"Yeah, but-"
"Come on, let's go," Sebastian says, cutting you off and pushing Ominis out of the classroom.
"Luna! What the hell was that?!" you frown as the door shuts behind the two of them.
"What?! Those guys keep bothering you. It's like they're trying to steal you away or something!"
"Steal me away?" you laugh. "Luna, I'm not some kind of object. They're my friends."
"Well, maybe, but still, I don't like it," she says, crossing her arms. "There's something off about those two."
"Whatever," you roll your eyes. "Let's just go get something to eat. I'm starving."
***
Later that evening as you are sitting in your dorm, you open the small book that Ominis had given you the day before. You can't get out of your mind the moment when Ominis slammed his hand on your book, not allowing you to look inside. Is there something he didn't want you to see? But, if that's true, then why would he give it to you in the first place?
"Hmm," you say out loud, wondering if perhaps the pages have been enchanted. You open the book to a random page and look around. Everything seems fine. You start reading about the Kelpie in the Great Lake.
Subconsciously, you reach up to the necklace that Ominis had given you and toy with it between your fingers. It's beautiful, you have to admit, and it fits you well.
"Damn, this is some cool shit," you mutter as you turn the page and begin reading about the Acromantula. "Terrifying, but sick."
And then, you reach that page on Thestrals. Tears begin to well up in your eyes. You flip the page again and notice that there is not much information on the Thestral. Instead, it says, "Thestral cannot be seen by anyone who has not witnessed death. Their bodies are skeletal, and their wings resemble that of a bat's."
You blink, thinking that perhaps your eyes are playing tricks on you. You shake your head and keep reading.
"Thestral are believed to be very docile creatures, although it has been known to attack a human if provoked."
After, you gently shut the book and lean back in your bed. Thoughts of James fill your head from back when you were much younger.
"Remember, Y/N," he says, holding your hand as the pair of you walk into the grocery store. "If anyone asks about Mom and Dad, you tell them that they've asked us to take up more responsibility around the house and that we're the ones picking up the groceries from now on, understand?"
"Don't they know that mommy and daddy-"
"Shh, not so loud," he tells you. "Remember, this is our secret."
"Okay," you nod, following him down the aisles.
When you reach the cereal aisle, he stops and picks up the most bland thing he can find. Of course, because it is the cheapest. Neither of you has any money and since your parents disappeared, there's no money at home either.
"Can we have something sweet?" you ask, eyeing the chocolatey treats nearby.
"No, this is enough. Now, come on," he says, tugging your hand.
"James," you whisper as the two of you pass a mother pushing her daughter in a shopping cart. Your eyes begin to water and, even though you know James will be pissed, you can't help it. "Don't mommy and daddy love us anymore?"
James stops abruptly, causing you to bump into him. "Jesus, don't you know how to shut the hell up, Y/N? Answer your own damn question. Do you think they'd leave if they cared about either of us?"
As he turns back around and continues to pull you along, a few tears escape and trickle down your cheeks.
"No," you answer, knowing that he's right.
"Good," James mutters, leading the two of you up to the checkout. "Now nix the crying and wipe your face."
You sniff and quickly brush the tears away, doing your best to keep yourself from breaking down again.
"And what about Hunter," you say, twiddling your thumbs. If you don't cut the crap soon, James might snap.
"What about her?" he asks, paying for the food.
"Are we going to have a funeral?"
"Babies don't need funerals," he shakes his head.
"What are you going to tell the social worker?"
"That's not your concern," he frowns, grabbing the bag and pulling you away from the cashier. "Time to go home."
You had received your first black eye that night. It wasn't because James was abusive or anything, but because you fell while running after him all day long. James did everything in his power to take care of you, and for the most part, he was a pretty decent older brother. However, you never understood why he never held a funeral for your little sister. After all, both of you did see the gruesome way in which she died.
"James," you whisper to yourself.
"He's not coming, Y/N," a voice suddenly replies, making you jump. You turn around to see Luna and Amit standing in the doorway.
"Uh, what're you guys doing here?" you ask as you wipe the drool from your chin.
"Waiting for you! It's after nine already. We've got to go to breakfast. Come on!"
Serpents and Roses
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HD Magical lore fic recs
Here are a few drarry fic recs involving magical lore. Listed in alphabetical order, as always.
Annus Mirabilis by Ren [39k]
Harry and Malfoy are trapped at Hogwarts around the time the school was founded. Stuck with a different way of doing magic, with no chocolate, and with each other, they have to find a way to work together if they want a chance to go home.
Any Instrument by @dictacontrion [131k]
Draco Malfoy wouldn’t go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can’t control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.
Azoth by @lol-zeitgeistic [88k]
Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.
Black, in the Smothering Dark by @lol-zeitgeistic [101k]
Harry Potter is rescued from the Dursleys and spends the summer with his god…father? This is the prequel to The Hush of War. Beta’d by giesha_kitten/laureen.
The Hush of War by @lol-zeitgeistic [351k]
Voldemort has made a bargain with Harry to stop killing muggles and muggle-borns (when at all possible, of course) in exchange for Harry’s cooperation. While Harry thinks he’s using the time to find a way to defeat the Dark Lord, he will realize that Voldemort is always one step ahead, and so long as he isn’t killing anyone…what’s the big deal? He has bigger things to worry about now, anyway. Includes dementors, pureblood culture, the prophecy, what exactly happened with Lily’s sacrifice, magical breakthroughs, children Death Eaters, and portraits of family. Final pairing: H/D. Sequel to Black, in the Smothering Dark.
Connecting Lines, Connecting Crimes by sleepstxtic [15k]
Magic is going haywire after ley lines all over the world are mysteriously failing. A cross-border Task Force is set up by the League of Wixen Nations with Expert Cartologist Draco Malfoy and Ley Line Specialist Pansy Parkinson being called in from Britain to work with Magi-Geographers Harry Potter and Parvati Patil in India. But can they get to the root of the issue before it’s too late?
Featuring: an excessive use of holograms, numerous references to food, and lots and lots (and lots!) of travel.
Golden Age by @lol-zeitgeistic [52k]
The Celtic druids once made a decision that kept magic in abundance in Britannia, but they couldn’t account for the technological advances Muggles would make centuries later. Now magic is dying on the isles, and this is not a dark lord that Harry can fight. OR: Harry Potter doesn’t save the world this time, but he does get a lot of hugs.
The Inner Lands by Lomonaaeren [19k]
Venturing inside the Veil is no easy thing for anyone — except Harry Potter, the Master of Death. And when it becomes too easy, when Potter disappears in search of his godfather, then it becomes the responsibility of Unspeakable Draco Malfoy to bring him back out.
Life On Mars by @fencer-x [110k]
Harry Potter was eleven years old when he found out he was a wizard. He was twenty-one when he found out he was an alien. Or: How Harry Potter learned to stop worrying and love the democratic process.
Manticoria by @lol-zeitgeistic [70k]
In the dangerous days after Voldemort’s fall, Harry struggles to find a way to be with Draco—again. But as the magical world threatens to die all around them, it might be more difficult than he thought. Includes dying wards, dying beasts, and love struggling to live; sentient magic, wandlore, Founder lore, potion lore, and ward lore; and of course there is Zacharias Smith to ruin everything, as usual.
Of Wands and Trees by Omi_Ohmy [45k]
All Draco wants to do is be a wandmaker, but to do so he needs to understand the soul of trees. Of course, the only man who might be able to help him is the one man who is more of a mystery to him than any tree.
Shibboleths by @lol-zeitgeistic [109k]
Muggle Immersion co-Professor Harry Potter spends his days hanging with his son, reading to his “dog,” teaching magical kids about the internet with his cousin Dudley, and irritating Snape’s portrait. He’s understandably annoyed when his cosy life is interrupted by the Headmistress hiring on Draco Malfoy to be Hogwarts’ new Ancient Magical Cultures and Spellcasting professor. But then the explosion happens, and it turns out they’ll all need Malfoy’s knowledge if they want the magical world to survive.
Squib by Kestrel_Sparhawk [52k]
Harry has a respectable life: devoted to his family, teacher to the least-talented of the Wizarding community, retired hero. The Prophet hasn’t caught on to a few things, such as the fact that Harry is gay. He and Ginny want to keep it that way. It’s not a great life, but it’s his – until one day, an old school rival comes by to investigate his class. Suddenly, Harry’s life is no longer predictable.
Survival of the Species by @romaine2424 [46k]
Draco approaches Harry on the 9 ¾ platform, after their sons have boarded the Hogwarts Express, and invites him over for tea. The discussion they have leads them on an adventure that neither could have expected. There be dragons! HPDH compliant.
The Taste of Magic by @romaine2424 [10k]
Sometimes magic isn’t enough.
To have a Home by Aulophobia [126k]
Not quite a decade after the war, Draco Malfoy was happy with his quiet little Muggle life in Oxford. He had a small group of friends from the university he’d attended, and colleagues from the law firm where he worked as a solicitor. He played folk music on his violin around the city. And he volunteered to provide legal services getting mostly idiot teenagers out of trouble with the law.
His life was full. He had no contact with the magical world, and all was the way he liked it. And the feeling of emptiness in his chest, the feeling some part of him was missing, was at least better than the alternative. Or at least it was until the last few months when he kept getting called down to the police station to get Harry Potter out of trouble. Indecent exposure and possession was one thing, but the latest charge was for murder.
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Harry and Draco find each other again after the war in Oxford, a completely non-magical city. Together they solve the mystery of the city which hates all wizards but them.
Two Wands Make a Right by dannyfranx [21k]
Harry’s wand is playing up and Hermione thinks she knows the answer, but why does she have to be right all the time, why does Draco Malfoy have to be so god damn difficult and why is he wearing his tie backwards?
Waiting For A Song by @korlaena [49k]
After a couple years spent avoiding Draco in the Auror Department, Harry gets assigned to one of Draco’s strange cases. They investigate the mysterious disappearances of a witch and wizard, but in their search for the missing persons they find a lot more than they were looking for.
I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!
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