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oxydiane · 2 years
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Hermione cries when she finally moves out of Grimmauld Place, after the war, into her own home.
“I can’t believe I’m gonna have to find a new couple to cockblock.” she sobs and Harry’s eyebrows shot up as Ron groaned.
“What—“
“I have already told you this a million times! The beds are just too big! It’s totally platonic!”
“Uh, yeah, total friend cuddles,” Harry mutters quietly a ‘friend snogging, too, I guess’ but it goes unheard.
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deadsetobsessions · 2 months
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Headmaster Dumbledore is sure that the ghosts of Hogwarts were hiding something. He’d be the first to admit that he’s nosy when it came to things like these, but he simply doesn’t have the time. Whatever that lingered these halls, he’s sure does not mean Hogwarts any harm. The ghosts would not protect it if it did.
Albus Dumbledore Hummer around a lemon drop as his quill scratched over endless parchment paper.
His wand glowed green for a brief second, an acknowledgement, and settled down into its current owner’s hold.
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Danny Phantom hadn’t thought the castle he found during the summer months in this universe would be… so full of life. Not when there were ghosts, floating around like the castle were their own home.
Magic.
They were ghosts made of magic.
His core struggled, at first, to survive. Then, it took the magic and thrived.
He floated, invisible amongst the glittering candles beneath the imitated night sky, and watched students file in.
Quite different, from his own entrance.
He had floated into the tower, having felt a hint of resistance that he knew now were the castle wards. The ghosts, what he thought were ghosts before he realized ectoplasmic ghosts existed, stopped dead. Hah.
The shades dancing and whirling and conversing froze as he entered the tower. Life and death, and the beings that walked the line, stopped at the arrival of the One Who is the Line. The boy king wreathed in black and green glanced around.
“Hello. I’m Phantom.”
“The High King,” a ghost whispered. “Our king.”
“He’s an American?” Another one asked, scandalized. Danny, surrounded by those who he recognized as his, cracked the first smile he’s had in a while.
“Who cares? He’s…” The knight sunk to his knees, bowing with his ghostly sword in front of him.
The ghosts bowed. Danny floated in further. “Can you tell me where I am?”
“Of course.”
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Now… he’s watching the children get Sorted. Weird, for a hat to decide your classmates, but whatever.
Harry Potter’s name is called, and the whispers broke out. He doesn’t know why, but Danny couldn’t ask the ghosts. They barely know the current headmaster, as the dead generally care only for their own times.
Danny decides to visit the lake octopus. Lake squid? Something like that. The mer people beneath the waters liked him, the last time he went. The Sorting is put out of Danny’s mind. He’s dead now, too. The only thing he cares about now is to explore the vast halls of Hogwarts and the occasional visit to the kitchen to steal some food for his living body.
(Thank the Ancients he found a house elf who knew what seasoning was.)
(Sometimes, Danny flew to where his home would have been and gets comfort food at the nearest town. He missed it, but he can’t go back.)
The ghosts know by now to call for Phantom should they need something (“I’m American,” he joked at the ghost. “We’re not big on kings. You can just call me Phantom.”)
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The third year he’s there, Danny feels the effects of Clockwork’s power. When he investigates, it’s the red headed girl he once saw leaving the library, paper clutched in her hand.
She helped save one of his subjects, so he owes her. Plus, if she’s using Clockwork’s powers, this Hermione has potential.
And… she’s using it to study.
She reminds him of Jazz.
——
A wave of ice crackled and froze the fleeing rat and the feral wolf man.
“What?!” Harry screeched to a stop, eyes wide at the ghost child in front of him.
Danny turned, and landed gently on the ground. Snape snarled at him in suspicion. Danny allowed himself to become living again, black hair and blue eyes and tan skin replacing the white, green, black thing his dead form had.
“Who’re you?” The red-headed boy, Ron?, asked him through gritted teeth.
Danny smiled at them, dimples appearing. “A friend.”
Before the trio and co. could say anything, Danny whips his head around, palm coming up.
“Stop.” He orders. The creeping sense of cold and dread shuttered to a stop. “Go over there,” he said, and the dementors, hovering at the edge of his periphery obeyed. Danny turned back to the mildly terrified and flummoxed group.
“Let’s go. You’re all going to catch a cold, if you don’t move it. Especially you, scrawny and greasy.” He pointed at the godfather and Snape.
——
“Hey, Danny?”
“What, Harry?”
“Why’d you help us? I mean, you said you didn’t want to involve yourself in stuff like that.”
Danny hummed, wisped tail curling up against him as he soaked in the sun’s rays. “Because you reminded me of myself. And in the end, you died.”
“You literally brought me back,” Harry deadpanned, remembering the place between life and death, and how the angry Danny was when he stormed onto that train platform. The King had taken him by the scruff of his shirt collar like a particularly incensed mother cat, and dragged him off away from a puzzled Dumbledore.
“You were being stupid. You’re too young to die.”
“Like you?”
Danny snorted. “Nah. I didn’t have a choice.”
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dorcasmckinnonn · 7 months
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"Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve."
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logan-the-artist · 1 month
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hermione’s off to do some light reading
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achiepy · 1 year
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sxnshxnxxnddxxsxxs · 28 days
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how poor are the weasley’s?
i think this question really just encapsulates jkr’s shitty world building because there are so many interconnected elements.
oh and as always fuck jkr for the antisemitism, transphobia, racism, holocaust denial, barely veiled misogyny and the rest of her sins.
why is there poverty in the first place?
in a world with magic where you can create practically anything but food out of nothing why are people poor. especially when the you can’t create food rule has the caveat if you already have food you can just duplicate it. moreover in a world where theoretically you can get everything you need with the right spell why do you need money? the answer in all likelihood is probably convenience because most people don’t have time to find the spell for this that and the other. but if you don’t have money theoretically there is still a away to provide for yourself. also i’m pretty sure there’s no lore against just conjuring gold so theoretically there’s no reason to be without money.
the weasleys and mismanaging their money
in harry and ron’s first train ride we get the introduction to the weasleys poverty and the frankly ludicrous mismanagement of their funds. first of all we get that percy got brand new robes not because he had grown out of his old ones but because he was made a prefect and that he also got a new owl. then we get ron who has bill’s old robes, charlie’s old wand and percy’s old rat and no money for the trolley just his least favourite sandwiches. now i’ll come back to my thoughts on the robes in a bit. now charlie’s old wand is a known plot hole but still why did he get a new wand especially considering that charlie graduated from hogwarts in the summer of 1991 if you have money to buy a wand at that point in time surely it should go to the child who needs a wand and doesn’t yet have one. but say charlie just really needed a new wand then use the spare cash you spent on percy’s robes and owl. like it just gives irresponsible to not dedicate money to the kid that needs it the most.
what are the indicators of the weasleys poverty?
i ask this because while poverty certainly manifests differently in different situations i find that the way the weasley finances are described and how they are portrayed to live don’t quite match up. now the big one is when they go to gringotts in CoS when all that’s in the weasley vault is a small pile of sickles and one galleon. but i’d also say that that is the only real indicator of the weasleys being poor because the two main other factors are the hand me down clothes and books. now i personally don’t find this to be an indicator of poverty at all i actually find it entirely normal. as some who had a school uniform (i went to state school in the uk) they are not cheap one full set of my uniform (blazer, jumper, shirt, kilt and socks) cost upwards of £200 and in a pair of shoes that will last at least the year and that’s at least another £50 or so. so it was the unquestionable norm in my school that if you had an older sibling who had spare uniform because they were graduated or had grown out of it then you would wear it (provided it was in good nick) and it was the same with textbooks the syllabus barely changed unless the entire national curriculum was updated so if you could inherit a textbook or set text you would, in fact you were at an advantage if it was for something like english lit because the annotations would already be there. and even if you didn’t have an older sibling in my school we were actively encouraged to buy second hand books. like i’m sorry but i just don’t accept hand me downs especially in this context as being a sign of poverty. now there are very big indicators of poverty that the weasleys don’t have (and obviously irl you can still be poor and not have these apply to you i just think it’s worth mentioning) which are food insecurity and housing insecurity.
now i would like to make it clear that i don’t think that the weasleys are particularly well off i just don’t think that they’re destitute in the way jkr wants the audience to believe (possibly because she’s never interacted with poverty on a significant level) which leads me into my next point.
comparative poverty
most of the times that the weasleys poverty is being examined it’s in the context of a comparison to either harry or the malfoys who are all significantly wealthy (the malfoys more so than harry) which provides a very skewed perspective of how poor the weasleys are because i’d wager that hermione (who is implied to be upper middle class considering her parents are dentists) would look poor certainly next to the malfoys. with harry it’s harder to say just because we really have no clue how rich harry actually is.
class vs money
now this is both related and unrelated but partially because of jkr’s very inconsistent writing of the weasleys being poor and her world building or lack there of but the weasleys very much come off to me like an upper class family. and this is a reminder that in the uk money and class are very different and that one does not inform the other. money can help you present your class but that’s about it. it is more than possible to be upper class and not have a pot to piss in (or in the forever iconic words of beverly: not have a pot in which to piss). and i think that the weasleys being an upper class family that lost their fortune at some point really informs some of their decisions like the fact that they are a single income household when after ginny goes to hogwarts i don’t really see why molly wouldn’t get a job. and the fact that when when arthur and lucius fight it’s generally about money and arthur being jealous of lucius’s fortune which would make even more sense if at one point the pair were equals in the social hierarchy. not to mention that the weasleys are part of the sacred twenty eight and class and blood status are very closely linked in the narrative.
all this to say that when you examine the nature of poverty in the wizarding world especially when your case study is the weasleys it makes very little sense. not only the first question of why is there poverty in the first place (and why the hell is there inflation i could write a whole separate think piece on this tapped fucking money system). but since it does exist how does it manifest itself? like bills aren’t really a thing because houses are powered by magic and rent isn’t really mentioned i don’t think, the weasleys own their house (another class indicator). it just really doesn’t make sense to me. also i haven’t really included ron being bullied for being poor by draco because the majority of people are poor compared to draco and draco is a dickhead eleven year old like i doubt he even knows how money works.
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aelitnoe-chmo · 1 year
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golden trio and draco malfoy but everything is finally okay and they're friends
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swiftiesforpeeta · 10 months
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i’d also like to come out and say that dramione and snily both fucking suck because why would you want lily and hermione with people who’ve called them literal slurs like this is not cute enemies to lovers it’s fascism and vile hatred 😭😭
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lepoltergeist · 1 year
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Unpopular opinion, Harry Potter doesn't have a "Hero complex" or a "Saving people thing", he is just a distrustful traumatized kid.
Implying he has a hero complex would be saying that he does the saving thing to feed his ego. He doesn't do things to feed his ego or fulfill a urge. He only took things into his own hands when the adults failed him, he always tried to go to the authorities before acting.
In first year, he first tried to go to Dumbledore to warn him about the philosopher's stone, McGonagall dismissed his worries about the stone.
In second year, he and Ron went to Lockhart for help. Why didn't Harry go to McGonagall? Remember that McGonagall dismissed him during his first year, his trust in McGonagall was already dead.
The thing in third year happened spontaneously, Harry didn't have anyone to ask for help close by, so he took things into his own hands.
In fourth year there is the famous incident where Hermione tells him he had a saving people thing, when Harry saved Gabrielle in the second task. But remember Harry's perspective, the egg poem literally said "But past an hour, the prospect's black; too late, it's gone, it won't come back." Harry didn't have the best track record with adults until this time, so he would obviously think that the hostages would be left to die.
Fifth year, is the year where all the adults failed him. First he was isolated with his relatives with only his trauma keeping him company. Then he found out almost everyone in wizarding britain hated him because the ministry had a vendetta against him. He was abused for the entirety of the year and almost no one gave him emotional support. Even then, when he received the vision of Sirius, he tried to go to adults as well, but also the adults he found trustworthy were all unavailable, so he decided to take matters on his own hands.
Then in sixth year no one believed him Malfoy was a death eater, and the one that believed him had his own bizarre plans for him.
Then in seventh year he was on the run.
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dailyronaldweasley · 10 months
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Imagine being this wrong 🤡 couldn’t be me
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rewritingcanon · 11 months
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hermione is everything and ron’s just ken
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snake-queen7 · 10 months
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Still I have few of these cuties~☆
Tom Riddle SOLD!
DM to me if you're interested or have some questions ^ ^
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purplemoonights · 11 months
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i asked harry who the best couple was, ginny and him or ron and hermione and this was his answer
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sneaky-ramen · 2 months
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imoldgreggory · 1 year
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Decided to spend my time on the train colouring a recent sketch of my emotional support gangsters.
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oxydiane · 2 years
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on AO3 too!
Ron watches, always watches, Ron can only watch.
Ron can only watch the way Harry’s hair falls into its usual calculated mess, he can only watch the chaotic way he eats pudding, always getting some of it on the corner of his lips. He can only watch his soft features as he sleeps during History of Magic. Only watch, never do, never touch.
Logically, he knows he could touch Harry, if he wanted. He was possibly one of the very few people Harry allowed to touch him, one of the only people that had the right.
But he can’t. Wouldn’t dare. Ron can’t take advantage of Harry’s trust simply because he feels the need to brush his fingers over his best friend’s lips all the time.
Watching Harry sleep had quickly become one of Ron’s favourite past times; going from simply checking every now and then to make sure his best friend wasn’t being shaken by nightmares to actually staring at his long lashes and pillowy lips and letting his mind wander to a world in which Harry wanted him back.
His gaze meets emerald green and no matter how much time passes, Harry’s eyes continue taking his breath away. He smiles.
Harry yawns. ‘Binn’s done?’
‘Not even close.’ Ron replies and grins when Harry groans and presses his forehead against the parchment they had been playing tic-tac-toe on.
‘Come on, almost over, and then there’s Quidditch.’ He tries to cheer Harry up and in that moment he dares. Ron’s hand finds a place on the back of Harry’s head and gently strokes his hair, the boy enjoys that infinitely.
‘Ohh, keep doing that,’ he pleads and Ron’s cheeks colour just a tad bit. ‘And wake me up when this agony is over.’
The boy doesn’t speak again, but Ron never takes his hand off the back of his head.
Ron is not stupid, he is aware of the rows of girls giggling and talking amongst themselves about Harry. He is aware most of the people looking over at their desk only have eyes for his friend. He is aware the reason the Quidditch pitch is always so full for training sessions is students wanting to get an eyeful of Harry, he was one of them once, too.
He is awfully aware, just as he is aware of the involuntary nasty looks he sends each and every one of those far away admirers. Just as he is aware of the way his heart does backflips each time Harry leans into his space.
‘You’re so dumb.’ Hermione tells him one evening they find themselves alone in the library, Harry off to one of his lessons with Dumbledore. ‘You should just tell him.’
‘Yeah, like hell I will,’ he spits back. ‘I don’t like a gold rush.’
‘Excuse me?’
‘You know!’ His voice echoes in the silence of the library and Ron realised he should probably lower his voice. ‘Everybody wants him. I can see it, you can see it.’
‘And how on Earth does that relate to you telling him you want him?’
Ron groans. ‘Don’t be daft, ‘Mione.’
‘How am I being daft?’
‘You know,’ he looks down at his feet. ‘Everybody wants him —‘
‘Yes, I believe you’ve made that clear,’
‘Merlin! He could be — he could have anybody he wants, why would he want to settle for me?’
Hermione stares at him for what feels like minutes, her eyes studying his face as if he had spoken gibberish.
‘You can’t be serious.’ She concludes finally. ‘You’re a lot more observant than this, you’re fooling me.’
Ron is speechless. ‘What —?’
‘You can’t —‘ Hermione puts down her quill, bringing her hands together. ‘You can’t be suggesting that Harry would consider you settling? Surely, you are fooling me?’
‘Uhm… No?’
‘So,’ she sighs and starts collecting her scrolls of parchment. ‘Let me get this straight. Harry is constantly by your side, always all over you, back in fourth year you were kidnapped because you were the thing he would miss the most —‘
‘That wasn’t in a —‘
‘Shut up! Let me finish!’ Ron winces, Hermione doesn’t like being interrupted. ‘You were his most treasured person, and you still think he would consider you settling?’
‘I mean… You know, he’s always liked pretty people who were good at stuff, you know? Pretty boy Diggory, then that Seeker Chang, now he has this weird obsession with Malfoy —‘
‘Harry does not like Malfoy!’ Hermione screeches, now collecting Ron’s parchment and books. ‘And why would that matter? You’re pretty amazing too.’
Ron looks up, surprised. ‘You think that?’
‘Of course I think that, and Harry does too. Harry adores you. Now let’s go,’ she stands up. ‘We can go get some dinner, you talk stupid on an empty stomach.’
Ron grins at her and they head down to the Great Hall together.
The room is not as chaotic as it would be at dinner time, but it’s not quiet either. Despite the bustle of people coming and going and talking, Ron can spot Harry’s black mop of hair immediately. The grin he had been wearing all the way from the library was wiped from his face when he noticed a Hufflepuff boy sitting beside him, laughing heartily at Harry’s words and leaning way too close into his space.
‘I bet that git is not going to shower for a week.’ He mutters through his teeth, nodding at the way the Hufflepuff boy was clinging to Harry’s arm.
‘Well, look at it this way…’ Hermione tries, ‘you can shower whenever you want, because Harry touches you everyday and doesn’t look like he wants to jump into the Great Lake when he does.’
Ron laughs and the sound makes Harry turn. He gives them both a pleading smile that makes Ron’s heart ache and Hermione nudges his side lightly, urging him to move.
Without thinking, Ron takes a seat beside Harry and easily slides an arm around his shoulder. The Hufflepuff boy gives him a nasty look but backs off quickly and Harry leans into his space, muttering a ‘thank you’ against Ron’s shoulder that makes Ron’s head spin.
After all, he may do like a gold rush.
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