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nodirectionhome-ao3 · 10 months

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A Rollercoaster Kind of Rush

Rated T. 4124 Words. Jily. My third submission for the @cruelsummer-ficfest, for the song: The Way I Loved You.

Here's a snippet of my new Jily one-shot. Full version is available here on AO3 whenever the site's back up (huge thank you to all the volunteers working on that right now!)

But for now, here's the first section of it! (below the cut)

The Three Broomsticks was loud when Lily and Stephen stepped inside, moving against the grain of mingling students towards the only open table they could find — a particularly rickety one in the corner by the back door. A door that was currently propped open, despite the biting chill of the snowy afternoon.

Stephen wasted no time before he pulled out a chair, gesturing for Lily to sit in it. “Ladies first,” he said, in his soft, charming way, and Lily managed a tight smile in return — pulling his cloak more snugly around herself as she sat down.

“Thanks.”

Stephen nodded, a besotted smile on his face as he leaned down towards her. “I’ll get us some butterbeer,” he said, pressing a warm kiss to the side of her cheek. “Don’t go anywhere.”

He moved back into the crowd, inching slowly and politely towards the bar in a gradual progression of polite smiles and careful steps. Lily watched him idly, tapping her fingers in a lazy rhythm.

“Alright, Evans?”

Lily jumped, startled, and turned in her seat — facing the back door as it swung shut and sealed off the cold. She pursed her lips, crossing her arms tighter around herself as her gaze settled on the boy who had spoken.

James Potter leaned back against the door, one corner of his lips tilting up into a smug little half-smirk. His trademark, troublemaker, I-know-something-you-don’t kind of look. His cheeks were rosy from the cold, hair tousled and dotted with flecks of snow. Something about the way the snowflakes framed his face reminded her vaguely of a halo, and Lily found herself fighting the insane urge to stand up and brush those dots away with her fingers.

She shook herself, blinking back the insanity. Where the fuck did that come from?

“Potter,” she said, with all the disapproval she could manage. “What are you up to?”

“No good, of course,” he said smoothly, stepping forward and sliding into one of the chairs across from her.

A flash of irritation lit up inside Lily, and she clung to it like a lifeline. “What are you — that seat’s—”

“Taken?” Potter prompted, a devilish smile snaking across his face, burning in his eyes. “Let me guess, Stewart?”

“Stephen,” Lily corrected, but Potter’s smile only widened. He made no move to leave, his hand reaching up to slowly unwrap his scarf.

“Sure,” he said, casual and unbothered. “Him.” He tilted his head, cocky smile never faltering as his gaze roamed across the expanse of the pub, settling at last on the lone figure of Stephen — pressed against the wall by the bar…trying and failing to get Rosmerta’s attention. “Looks like he’ll be a while.”

There was a pause, during which Potter continued to stare at Stephen, the smile slowly slipping from his face. Lily couldn’t be sure — she never could when it came to Potter — but for a moment, he almost looked…annoyed. “What do you see in that guy, anyway?” he asked.

Lily exhaled slowly, leaning back in her chair. “He happens to be very pleasant,” she said pointedly.

“Pleasant,” Potter repeated, one eyebrow inching upwards as the corner of his lips twitched once more into a smirk. “That’s high praise if I’ve ever heard it.”

Lily sat up straighter, the flame of irritation inside her burning hotter and hotter. “He’s nice,” she retorted. “Something you might want to try sometime.”

“Sure,” Potter nodded. “Nice. Like a puppy, right? Or a…I dunno, card from your grandmother?”

Lily grit her teeth. God, he was frustrating. “Don’t you have someone else to bother?”

“Probably,” Potter shrugged, eyes twinkling as they snapped back to hers. “But I can’t seem to find any of them at the moment. You haven’t seen Sirius, have you?”

Lily shook her head. “Don’t tell me you’ve lost your better half,” she quipped.

Potter grinned. “Who says he’s the better one?”

“Well, compared to you…”

“It’s okay, Evans. You don’t have to pretend. I know I’m growing on you.”

“Yeah,” Lily conceded. “You are. You’re growing on me…” Potter’s eyes widened at that, confidence morphing into genuine surprise. Lily smirked, heart pounding with triumph. “…like a cancer,” she finished.

Potter laughed loudly at that, throwing his head back as he teetered in his chair. “Touché, Evans,” he nodded. “Credit where credit’s due.”

He smiled silently for a moment, biting the edge of his lip, then he seemed to sober a little — shaking his head. “You shouldn’t settle for nice, you know.”

“Yeah?” Lily shot back, somewhat defensively. “And just what is wrong with nice?”

Potter shrugged, lifting a hand up to ruffle his hair. “Nothing,” he said casually. “Nice is good. Comfortable. Fluffy. But—”

He leaned forward, chair scraping across the hard floor below as he dragged himself marginally closer to her. Close enough for her to see the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes, which seemed to smolder as they looked at her.

“You shouldn’t settle for comfortable,” he said, his voice lowered to a husky rasp — a sound that seemed to rattle through her very bones. “Not when you deserve someone who takes your fucking breath away.”

Lily swallowed, forcing her face to remain neutral even as an infuriating fluttering sensation began to swirl inside her. A sensation she did not want — could not stand. One she pushed back with all her might, as a desperate reminder — an old mantra — echoed over and over in her mind.

James Potter is a prat. James Potter is a prat. Prat, prat, prat, prat, prat.

And even as her heart raced faster and faster inside her, Lily doubled down — scolding herself wordlessly as she stared at him. She did not, could not, would not — fancy James Potter.

To Lily’s great relief — as she continued to search for an appropriate retort, the noise in the pub suddenly intensified. A swell of groans and shouts of protest rose through the air, accompanied — in the middle of it all — by a loud bark of laughter.

“Ah,” Potter sighed, backing suddenly away from her as the moment — whatever it had been — shattered between them. “Looks like they found Sirius.”

He got to his feet, not bothering to push in his chair, and paused briefly to smirk down at Lily. “This was lovely as always, Evans,” he said, walking backwards away from her table. “My best to Stewart.”

“Stephen,” Lily corrected again, but Potter merely chuckled, saluted her playfully, and disappeared into the crowd.

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merlinsbbeard · 1 year

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Bucking Brooms & Bloody Bludgers

@jilymicrofics Prompt: pain, words: 1404, content warning: head injury.

James groaned, eyes blinking wildly as the Hospital Wing ceiling came into focus. The sound around him was muffled, overcome by an unrelenting monotonous ringing in his ears. Pain split and re-split his skull. His nostrils stung with an overwhelming scent of chemicals. His very fibres ached, and he briefly wondered if this was how Remus felt after the full moon.

James was not unfamiliar with the Hospital Wing. He had had many injuries and ailments over the last six years at Hogwarts, but none so alarming as this.

That morning—James hoped it was that morning—was the onset of the last match of the year. Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. Stakes were high, as Gryffindor was beating Ravenclaw for the Cup, and Slytherin was beating them all. The game was Gryffindor’s to lose, and if they did they would be plunged into third place.

It was because of this, that inter-house rivalry was significantly more potent in the antecedent weeks than they had been all year. Somehow, the air in the Great Hall was tenser than when Severus Snape had deflected Sirius’s Entomorphis Hex outside Defence Against the Dark Arts that February—James agreed that “the slimy git deserved it”—and hit a passing-by Hufflepuff, whose head sprouted feelers and back sported a pair of wings. The corridor had turned into an all-out riot, with students of all houses getting involved.

Despite the relatively early hour of the morning, the Great Hall was packed. Students were roving about the four banquet tables; many were placing bets and breaking into rehearsed chants, and more than once Professor McGonagall reprimanded groups for waving banners inside.

James sat closest to the doors; with him were Sirius, Remus and Peter, as well as his teammates. He had been pushing his eggs around his plate for the past ten minutes; the mere smell of them made him want to yack, but a worm in his ear named Sirius had been telling him to “eat up” and that he would “need the energy for the game.”

“Good luck, Potter.” Tommy O’Connell, a seventh-year Gryffindor, clapped James on the back as he passed by.

James winked over his shoulder at him, and turned back to his plate. Deciding that Sirius was right, he quickly ate as much of his plate as he could keep down—his stomach was roiling with nerves. “Ready?” he asked his team.

“Ready.” Owen Atkinson, a burly fifth-year Beater nodded once, confidently, but secretly his hands shook beneath the table.

Libby Marsh and Mya Gardner agreed, smiling uneasily up at their Captain and fellow Chaser. And Monty Burns, the other Beater, looked positively green. Their Seeker, Marlene McKinnon, only nibbled at the corner of her toast, eyes fixed on the oak tabletop, where Cohen Hughes, the Keeper, had planted his face as soon as he sat down with the group.

“Go get ‘em, Prongs.” Remus smiled reassuringly at him.

“We’ll be rooting for you.” Peter’s face was red and gold with paint, and he held two measly thumbs up.

James nodded stiffly at them and rose from his seat, followed by the rest of his team. He had just crossed the threshold into the Entrance Hall when he collided with someone that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

“Watch it, Potter,” a scathing voice spat. It was Tadhg Wilkes.

James was all too familiar with Wilkes. He was one of the youngest in the Slytherin gang, along with Snape, who was standing a little away from the commotion. Wilkes was renowned amongst their year group for hexing first and second-years, and getting away with it. He was otherwise a star student, Prefect, and part of the Slug Club.

“Wilkes.” James levelled his gaze with the shorter boy. “Don’t go tripping over now, you might hurt yourself.”

Wilkes’s hand shot to his waistband where his wand was stowed, apprehensively. “Worry about yourself, Potter. Quidditch is a dangerous game…”

James had shaken off the odd exchange and put it down to theatrics. In fact, it was the last thing on his mind when his Nimbus 1700 had suddenly lurched from beneath him.

“GRYFFINDOR IN THE LEAD BY NINETY POINTS,” the commentator, a seventh-year Hufflepuff named Michael Kelly, yelled into the microphone.

James felt it lurch again. He muttered to it, “Come on, don’t do this to me now.”

Mya flew past him, Quaffle tucked securely under her arm, followed by Libby who yelled at him to get back in the game.

James took off once more, regaining control of his broom. He felt the sheer power of the thing rush through his fingertips and into his veins. It felt like he possessed pure energy.

“AND TURNER HAS STOLEN POSSESSION FROM GARDNER. RAVENCLAW IS BACK ON THEIR GAME.”

Simon Turner and his teammate Oli Dawson flew parallel up the pitch, looping to pass to one another.

James was quick to follow. He darted towards the hoops, wind stinging his face. Under the Seekers, left of the Beaters, right of the Bludgers, through the scrambling Chasers.

He was gaining on them.

James thought that if he reached out as far as he could, then his fingertips would surely have brushed the Quaffle. This was, of course, if he hadn’t been hit square in the abdomen with a well-aimed Bludger.

His lungs instantly lost capacity.

“POTTER HAS BEEN HIT. I REPEAT, POTTER IS DOWN.” The words rumbled in his head.

James barely had time to gasp for air before his broom bucked and he was flung into open air.

There was a collective gasp from the spectators as he plummeted towards the stands.

Limbs flailed in a frantic attempt to save themselves, grasping for what wasn’t there. His body was spinning erratically, faster than his mind could comprehend. The grassy pitch got larger by the second, but before he was even halfway down—

Crunch.

Hushed voices drifted in through the Hospital Wing doors, which had been left open a whisker, snapping James out of his dazed recollection. His ears had stopped ringing by then.

“I cannot allow him any visitors at the moment.”

“Please Madam Pomfrey, I won’t get in the way.” James recognised the disembodied voice.

There was a pause, then the door creaked, and two sets of footsteps scuttled in.

The sanitary-blue curtains around his too-small cot were harshly drawn open. Bright light flooded his vision, which he attempted to block with his hand. His arm, he now noticed, was bandaged with an itchy gauze.

“James.”

Lily Evans stood at the foot of the cot. Her eyes were frazzled and red from crying, her long titian hair uncharacteristically messy, her lips raw and nails gnawed to stumps.

“Be honest, am I still handsome?” His voice was wheezy. Weak from not being used.

Lily let out a half-laugh, half-sob. She rounded the cot, taking a seat at his side, and took his hand gingerly in hers. “Are you alright?” Her voice was brittle.

“Of course,” he squeezed her hand, casting her a reassuring smile.

Lily smiled in return. Watery and unconvincing. Her eyes kept flicking to his head, then back to his eyes.

James frowned. “Is there something wrong with my…“

He reached his free hand towards his scalp, where most of his pain stemmed from. His tentative fingers were met with a patch of supple new skin, where thick hair usually grew.

Lily swallowed loudly. “You hit your head.”

“Go on.”

“You hit your head on the stands on the way down and—and there was a lot of blood.” Her voice cracked. “Oh, James.”

She threw herself onto his chest—luckily Madam Pomfrey had already healed all the bruising—burying her face in the warm crook of his neck, breaking into tears for the third time that day. Her shoulders shook, tears and saliva dampening his ghastly hospital gown.

“It’s alright.” He stroked her hair soothingly, shushing her. “I’m alright.”

It was a small while before the sobs were replaced by slow breaths and the occasional hiccup.

Eventually Lily whispered, “I thought you were going to die,” though it was difficult to make out.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily,” he chuckled.

A deep breath. “The boys are outside. They probably want to see you.” Lily started to sit up but James swiftly pulled her back into him, further onto his lap. He nuzzled his face into her soft hair.

“Stay with me,” he whispered.

“Of course. Always.”

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aiuredsworld · 11 months

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I wish me a happy birthday

Alright, i just made an account here. Mostly I’m in twitter where i considers my safe realm and spill all my heart out. Still, my arts are posted in my “official” art account on IG but i found out that ig’s algorithm nowadays somehow sucks so that’s why i move my stuffs to tunblr. I’m gonna repost my old works here to have all my accounts in the same pace so pls bare with the repetition 🙏🏻

#draco #draco fanart #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #drarry #hpdm #Hogwarts sixth year #hogwarts #love yourself #happy birthday draco malfoy

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winterwells · 9 months

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Art by @highreeve2020

Muggle-Born M Chapter 30: Summer Ends, Sixth Year Begins now on AO3!

Hogwarts Era Dramione, Draco Coming of Age, Humour, Angst, Shenanigans, Secret Relationship, Norse Lore

WIP, 192k words to date

"This is a fucking load of shite," Draco exhaled. The idea that he would have to keep up the ruse of being in the service of the Dark Lord while at Hogwarts didn't seem as simple as Narcissa had claimed. "I'm supposed to make it seem – make it seem like I'm trying to fucking –" Draco rubbed his brow. "Fucking murder Dumbledore," he whispered. "And then send updates?" he added, plopping down on his bed. "What am I supposed to say?"

#dramione #draco x hermione #original work #fanfic #romance #ao3fic #draco angst #muggleborn slytherin #hogwarts sixth year

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draqo-pctter · 8 months

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never meant for good // a drarry multi-chapter

October has never been an easy month for me. Because of your parents? I’m nearly as old as they were now. And I’m still fighting the same fight they did. What would heroes and villains be without our family legacies? What would you be if not a villain?

summary: sixth year began much as harry expected. ... what wasn't expected was an enchanted note appearing on his bed the first night back at hogwarts. for weeks, he didn't know who the sender was; only that, with each note that they exchanged, harry was growing more attached to the carefully written letters folded in neat and tidy squares. when the sender turned out to be draco malfoy, and harry ended up falling in love with him, the beginnings of war became even more complicated.

wip - chapters 8/? tags: hogwarts sixth year, enemies to lovers, 60% angst and 40% soft, eventual happy ending, starcrossed lovers, falling in love, epistolary, enchanted notes, hero/villain dynamic, eventual sexual content

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#drarry #drarry ff #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco x harry #harry x draco #archive of our own #drarry archive of our own #ohthedrarry ao3 #hogwarts sixth year

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damsel-in-mistress · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Hogwarts Sixth Year, Book 6: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Angst, Songfic, Death Eater Draco Malfoy

Summary: She wasn’t supposed to walk in on him. She was supposed to be tutoring some third-year half-wits, not catching him red-handed, clothes wildly strewn all over the floor while he was still at it.

On the bed.

With mussed-up hair and shock-widened eyes.

Unable to deny what he was doing.

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riddikuluspuff · 11 months

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one shot: magnetic attraction

♢ magnetic attraction

written for @gloivy

relationship: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

rating: explicit

synopsis: The Mirror of Erised had shown Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy what the deepest, most desperate desires in their hearts were. However, Hermione had caught sight of what was in the reflection of the mirror when her supposed sworn enemy, Draco Malfoy, stepped up and she was intrigued. She couldn't help it as she moved closer towards the blond and yet, her brain was telling her to stop but her heart and her feet weren't listening to anything that her smarter brain was shouting. Hermione needed to know if his feelings copied hers. Whether what was shown in that mirror was true. But, she wasn't expecting things to escalate, hoping that no one caught her with her skirt pushed above her waist and her legs wrapped around Draco's waist.

word count: 2.3k

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lavendrflowers · 11 months

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New story up.

Coming soon is a mood board for the chapters. :))))

#dramione #ao3 link #hogwarts sixth year #Spotify

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sweetgoldensyrup · 11 months

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Demelza Robins/Ginny Weasley Summary:

“No!,” shrieked Myrtle, “Stop--stop this!”

Yes, stop . Harry bodily threw a leg locker curse forward. It rebounded on the mirror, shattering it, taking the adjoining sink along with it. Malfoy was hit with the shot of water, drenching him from head to toe. He raised his head, his movements sluggish, Harry could barely see his face in his panic but he looked nothing short of terrified. Me too. This had to stop.

Harry slipped in his effort to step forward, A full body bind at the edge of his lips. Anything, anything to make this end. Malfoy lunged forward, face contorted, “ Cruci -”

“ STOP! ” the words ripped themselves out of the depths of his soul and reverberated upon the walls of the toilet. It was not a cry, but a command.

All that Harry knew was that Malfoy never finished the Unforgivable...

It's the sixth year, and Harry Potter finds Draco Malfoy crying in Myrtle's toilet.

Featuring an alternate Sectumsempra scene, a sentient school and two boys in a fierce fight to survive.

#shhh #i'm reccing this #for reasons #drarry #hogwarts sixth year #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #Draco malfoy #harry potter x draco malfoy

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hollowwrites · 4 months

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And a Happy New Year

Sebastian x MC, Garreth x MC, Ominis x MC

Summary - My little pairings celebrating New Years. Don’t care if the architecture doesn’t line up. The castle is magic and I thought it was cute!!

- Sebastian was inspired by that creepy ‘Baby it’s cold outside’ Christmas song only without the creepy part.

- Garreth for wherever reason is just the strongest man on the planet whenever I write for him. But I’m not complaining

- Ominis is salty baby, because I already wrote happy Ominis for Xmas so now we get sourpuss.

Warnings - Alcohol, kisses and fluff party time things.

Word Count - 2039 (individual word counts underneath)

The whole Gryffindor Common Room was decked out for New Years, as was tradition.

A select number of the other houses mingled in with the sea of reds, a member of Gryffindor house constantly stationed near the Portrait in case the Fat Lady slammed the frame shut in someone’s face.

The old fireplace was adorned in fanciful streamers and the ceiling seemed to have an endless display of fireworks softly exploding and re-exploding above the partying students heads.

If it wasn’t already expected, the faint smell of Fire-Whiskey wafted through the halls and corridors. Combined with the loud music that also rang throughout made for a jolly, and simultaneously headache inducing, evening.

Sebastian - 607

“Sebastian…” Victoria said softly, tugging on his arm so she could speak into his ear. He’d managed to find some of the more tolerable Gryffindors to speak to, but his attention was immediately turned upon Victoria’s arrival.

“Victoria!” He grinned wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her onto her tip toes. She giggled albeit somewhat sleepily. “Where have you been all night?”

“Just mingling…you’re in my Common Room, you know” she teased as she pulled away, keeping her hands on his forearms and his attention on her. “I just wanted to say Goodnight…I’m going to bed now” she pulled him down to her level and kissed his cheek, leaving him confused and a little red-faced.

“Happy New Yea-” she started

“Bed? It’s not even midnight…” Sebastian pouted, his tone taking on an air of childish sulking.

“Yes but I spent all afternoon setting this up” she gestured around the room, illuminated in pretty faux light displays

“Then surely you’ll want to see it through…” he flashed a charming smile as he always did. And she melted, as she always did “…come on, Vic, who am I supposed to kiss at midnight if not you?”

Victoria sighed but couldn’t stop the smile that tugged on her lips at the knowledge he wanted to kiss her.

“I’m tired, Sebastian” she said as she leaned into him, her body growing heavier and heavier with the late hour.

“Vic…” Sebastian chided, sounding similar to a father telling off his child “…this is a once in a year opportunity to kiss yours truly. You’re going to pass up on something like that?” He smirked as he watched her roll her eyes, her full lips pulled into a barely contained smile “Come on…it’s just half an hour…then I’ll leave you alone”

“No you won’t…” she said with a sigh, and tucked herself into the nook of his arm. Sebastian grinned widely, pulling her in further, practically putting her in a headlock with how tightly he held on.

Half an hour later and the majority of the school hung their heads out of every available window in the castle. The Observatory was lit up like a Christmas tree with how many students and teacher alike watched the fireworks in the courtyard.

Sebastian’s arm firmly supported Victorias waist as her head, and half of her body, hung over the windows edge. Her eyes were bright and wide awake now she was watching the fireworks.

“3…”

“2…”

“1…”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

The castle practically shook from everyone chanting. Then Sebastian tugged Victoria back inside, a sharp pull on her hips sending her stumbling over his feet.

“Happy New Year…” He purred through half lidded eyes.

Victoria beamed up at his dazed expression, all evidence of exhaustion leaving her as she grabbed onto his cheeks, revelling in the way his eyes suddenly widened. She pressed her lips against his, sloppily, making an overly sweet ‘mwah’ sound as she did.

“Happy New Year, Sebastian”

Garreth - 887

“For Auld Lang Syne!”

The entire room vibrated with song as Maeve scurried through the portrait tunnel. She laughed at the show of merriment around her, when her eyes fell upon the usual culprit of such shenanigans.

Garreth was stood upon the table in the centre of the room, his feet haphazardly kicking over peoples drinks and little bowls of food as he continued to ‘conduct’ his fellow well wishers.

“Has he been drinking?” Maeve latched onto Natty as she walked by, a look of concerned bewilderment on her face. Natty simply smiled in the way she usually did, making everything seem better.

“Surprisingly…no” Natty giggled and continued on her way.

“MAEVEY!” Garreth exclaimed, barely audible over the cacophony of drunken wailing. He jumped down off the table, physically moving people out of his way to get to her.

“Maeve!” He repeated upon getting close, wrapping his arms around her torso, arms and all, and spinning her around. “I thought you’d decided not to come…” he beamed excitedly.

“I wasn’t going to…but I can’t let you have all the fun, now can I?” She teased, wriggling her arms free from his grasp to hug him back.

“I wouldn’t dream of having any fun without my partner in crime!” He tugged on her arm through the crowd and back towards the table he had deigned his stage. Before she could question him, he’d wrapped his large hands around her waist, picking her up effortlessly and standing her on the table.

“What are you doing?” Maeve squealed suddenly panicked at her elevated position.

“Just showing you off” Garreth smirked, hopping up on the table next to her. He took her hands in his, flailing them around to no particular rhythm as he danced with her on the table.

“Oh I hate you, Garreth Weasley” she flushed as he spun her around, catching her and releasing her again with a chuckle.

“You’re not having fun?” He asked, with the largest grin she had ever seen, flashing his teeth as he barked out a loud laugh.

“Dancing and Singing on a table is not my idea of fun” She muttered in his ear as he pulled her closer one last time.

“Fair enough…” he said seemingly unbothered and jumped back down off the table, a hand extended out to her, to help her down “…I have somewhere we can go that is probably more to your liking” he smiled devilishly. As soon as her feet touched the ground, his hand engulfed hers again and he pulled her towards the portrait hole.

“After you…” he smirked as she unceremoniously crawled through the tunnel, practically falling out at the other end. With little to no time to recover, he scooped her up and dragged her down the quiet empty hallways. With everyone up to celebrate the new year, curfew has been lifted. But it didn’t mean that the faculty tower wasn’t still locked down.

Garreth had become incredibly proficient with Alohomora, effortlessly guiding them through the the multiple locked doors leading to…somewhere.

“Where are you taking me?” Maeve giggled, somewhat breathless from attempting to keep up with his long strides.

“We’re here…” Garreth grinned, opening the last door to the prefects bathroom. It was dark and almost silent, the only sound coming from one of the faucets dripping slowly.

“…there’s a part of the stained glass that’s just normal glass. You can see over the courtyard perfectly…” he explained, eyes searching for the clear pane. The mermaid in the window delicately pointed towards the glass, smiling, before returning to brushing her hair. “…come here…”

Maeve skipped over, peeking through the glass. Her arms rested on the windowsill, her chin leaning against them as Garreth moved behind her, his hand resting softly on her waist, his face inches from her as he leaned in to view the fireworks below.

He was right. It was the perfect view. And solitary.

And they arrived just in time. The fireworks petered off and a few minutes of silence went by before the castle erupted into muffled chanting. It was clear from the sound, or lack thereof, that no one but them were in the faculty tower.

“3…”

“2…”

“1…”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

And the fireworks started up again. Maeve smiled warmly, turning slightly towards Garreth. His eyes were already on her, a wistful smile replacing the cheeky grin he’d sported all evening.

“Happy New Year, Mae” he whispered, his soft breath fanning over her face as he gave her a limp side hug

She bounced up quickly, planting a chaste kiss on his freckled cheek. He blinked rapidly in shock.

“Happy New Year, Garr”

Ominis - 765

Considering he was blind, Ominis could always be found ‘staring’ off into nothing out of a window. Whether it was the alcoves in the Slytherin Common Room or where he currently resided in the Gryffindor Common Room. He stood stoic, and stone faced amongst the crowd of red cheeks and merriment. Standing tall and unmoving, an almost angry sneer pulling on his lips, and untouched glass of…something between his fingers.

“Well you look how I feel…” Evelyn chirped from behind him, the vague lilt of amusement in her tone.

“You’re not enjoying the party either?” Ominis said flatly, his lips turning up by a fraction.

“No…not really my scene. But Poppy wanted to come. She’s dragged me and Imelda here” Evelyn muttered leaning against the window frame he stared out of.

“Hmmm…fairly similar. Though I wouldn’t say I was dragged. More like…needed to keep an eye on someone, so to speak” Ominis explained, swilling the liquid in his glass around but not taking a sip.

“Sebastian?” Evelyn inquired

“Sebastian…”

“That explains a lot. Mostly the you not having fun part…” Evelyn teased

“I don’t know what you mean…” Ominis smirked turning towards her finally “…Are you insinuating I never have any fun whilst Sebastian is around? How rude…and accurate…”

“So is it the Sebastian babysitting or something else stopping you having fun?” Evelyn asked curiously leaning on her elbow on the windowsill. Unbeknownst to him, Ominis had chosen the perfect window to observe the fireworks, front and centre to the courtyard.

“It’s the loud music, people, alcohol, people…as well as babysitting” Ominis chuckled “it’s quite exhausting…”

“Well…at least you’re blind and don’t have to watch the public displays of affection” Evelyn shrugged

“I have quite good hearing remember…I don’t need my eyes…”

Evelyn burst into loud laughter watching the crinkle on Ominis’ nose grow deeper as the couple just behind him began kissing feverishly.

“You two seem to be having fun…finally” Sebastian appeared from the shadows a huge knowing grin on his face.

“It’s picked up rather recently…” Ominis smiled down in Evelyn direction, causing her to blush wildly and turn away.

“I can see that…you know there’s an entire bush of mistletoe growing above the two of you…wonder what that means” Sebastian murmured sarcastically, taking a hefty swig of a drink and winking at Evelyn.

“Nice try, Sebastian but Mistletoe is a Christmas tradition…not New Years” Ominis rolled his eyes turning his attention towards the window once more.

“Tell that to the Castle…” Sebastian concluded patting Evelyn on the shoulder before walking away.

“It pains me to say but…he’s right, there is Mistletoe above us” Evelyn muttered staring at the soft green leaves and white berries like they were Devils Snare.

“What?” Ominis fumbled above him for a second before the leaves wrapped themselves around his fingers. His eyes widened for a second, the faintest dusting of pink upon his cheeks. “Well…”

“Ignore it…” Evelyn grumbled “Probably just a prank the Gryffindors set up…”

“No no…” Ominis smiled softly, before snapping off a small branch and bringing it to behind her ear. He neatly tucked it into her braid before smoothing her hair down “…I was just going to say, now you always have Mistletoe above you. So I always have an excuse to kiss you…”

“Oh…” Evelyn blushed brightly “…you should know you don’t need foliage or an excuse to kiss me” she mumbled under her breath, earning a soft chuckle from Ominis

“So I can count on you at midnight?” He asked, his body leaning towards her in an almost protective manner. “Speaking of…what time is it?”

“Erm…”

“3…”

“2…”

“1…”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!”

“Ah…” Ominis smiled wryly, hearing the walls almost tumble down from the volume of students. “…may I?”

“O-Of course” Evelyn stammered, her thoughts jumbled when his finger hooked under her chin.

“Happy New Year, Evie…” he whispered before his lips ghosted softly over hers

“Happy New Year…”

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Within The Hollow Crown

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Summary: Harry can’t prove Malfoy has taken the mark, and can’t convince anyone that his scar hurting again is a result of it. He sets out to get proof, and also recover something stolen from him at the beginning of the term.

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What I want in a Hogwarts Legacy Sequel

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Whilst it might be too much for us to hope for, I really do hope we get a sequel.

For me, I’d absolutely love to have a sequel be a continuation of our story, with the same characters that we’ve come to love, as well as some new ones to interact with.

Starting in our sixth year, what makes the most sense to me from a gameplay/story standpoint would be the Triwizard Tournament. Yes, it’s not canon that it would have occurred at this time, but then our MC isn’t exactly canon either!

So, here are my ideas.

The Overarching Story

A Triwizard Tournament could work for a number or reasons, such as each trial splitting up the seasons in much the same way as the Keepers Trials did, the narrative being that you as the Hogwarts Champion (because of course you are) has to solve puzzles and prepare to fight through various tasks. This will enable the character to learn new spells and potions to help them on their quest. The end of each school ‘term’ would be a Task, much like the Trials. Your friends and teachers could help your prepare for it by teaching you advanced spells, tricks and lore that will help you in your endeavours, as well as our main friends helping you figure out what each task is.

As well as this, there could be some kind of sub-plot that enables our characters to go beyond the Scottish Highlands – naturally we would spend a lot of our time in the world the devs so lovingly created, I’d never want to leave that world behind for anything, and there’s plenty the devs could do to add in new things for us to explore.

The sub-plot I’m thinking of could build on the remnants of the poachers and Ashwinders we defeated at the end of fifth year, and they’ve somehow fenagled the Goblet of Fire to accept only us as the Hogwarts Champion in an attempt to get rid of us, a la Harry Potter. Our investigations could take us to Diagon Alley, the Ministry of Magic, even Azkaban, using spells we’ve learned to solve the mystery.

It could also mean we get to meet students from other schools – yay new friends! Or rivals! Sebastian gets jealous if you flirt with them!

(Also there’s the opportunity for that Yule Ball everyone wants where you can ask one of your friends as a date.)

Oh, and whatever you chose to do with Sebastian at the end of fifth-year (if any of you turned him in I'm coming for your innards) there will be a reason he's back at school - either lack of evidence or Omi used his connections to help bail him out or whatever, but he's still with us.

Spells

We should keep ALL the spells, potion recipes and abilities we had in HogLeg. There’s no way to logically remove said knowledge from our arsenal, and it makes sense that, as sixth-years, we would expand our knowledge of magic and the world around us.

Spells like Reducto, Impedimenta, Episkey and such would be useful and make narrative sense to learn. We could build on our Ancient Magic, the Keepers teaching us a new ability each term that makes narrative sense without overpowering us (I know we’re pretty OP anyway, but stay with me on this). Other spells we could learn could be Expecto Patronum (I reckon an in-game quiz of some kind would be useful for this, as well as our choices in-game impacting on what our Patronus is), even some more unsavoury spells from our favourite curse-master.

We could learn other spells from our other friends as well, who of course would be eager to help us prepare for the upcoming tournament tasks. I reckon Sebastian, though he will have sworn off Dark Magic by this point, would be willing to teach us powerful spells that toe the moral line a bit, defensive magic or stealth spells. He’s very clever, so he’d be the one to teach you the history of the TWT and be instrumental in helping you figure out what each task is. Ominis, of course, could teach us useful detection spells that help him navigate (like a suped-up Revelio or echolocation charm) or healing spells. Poppy could teach us more about beasts (more on that in a minute), Natty could teach us how to become an animagus, Amit could teach us a method to level-up certain magic at night… the possibilities are endless!

Friendships/Relationships

I want all of our original friends to remain our friends and act accordingly – they want to help you win the TWT and help where they can – these could be side quests/tie in to the main quest.

In HogLeg’s original game files, there is a friendship chart. It was sadly scrapped and only in the very early stages of development before it was cut, but I’d love to see it implemented in a sequel. I’d say all major characters and professors should have a relationship meter ranging from -10 to +10, like nemesis to best friends, and your choices matter in this game. For example, you might have to very carefully navigate your relationship with Sebastian and Ominis, because pleasing one might upset the other, and you’d have to make very astute decisions to make them both your besties (I imagine Omi would still be upset with Seb for all he did in fifth year, and part of your relationship quests with them is helping them be friends again at the start).

Other relationship quests could be helping Sebastian repair his relationship with Anne (or helping him accept he's done wrong and he should let her come to him), helping Ominis begin the Downfall of the Gaunts (Gaunt Manor, yo!) and giving Noctua a proper burial, helping Poppy rescue beasts from her parents, getting into trouble gathering ingredients with Garreth, things like that.

Doing favours for other students will impact positively on your relationship, while fucking them over or refusing to help them (like not giving Zenobia her gobstones back, or not giving Puffskein Duncein his Tentacula leaf) would make them dislike you. I think for major characters like Sebastian, Ominis, Natty, Poppy, Amit and Garreth, it’s a given that you’re friends, and you’d have to actively work to upset them and make them dislike you – if one of them does, and you need them to learn a spell or something to progress, you’d need to be nice to them to make them like you enough again to help.

For Professors, doing well in classes (more on that later!) and completing your tasks well would curry favour with them, whilst slacking off, being rude etc would make them dislike you. Professors should be more inclined to give you housepoints if they like you, and dock them if they think you're a little shit.

I’d also like to be able to influence friendships between students as well, but that’s less important on my list of wants.

I’d say at the end of the school year, if enough students and teachers like you, they’ll see your Triwizard victory as a just achievement and celebrate as such, but if you’re unpopular, you won’t get the credit you deserve, with some students commenting that you must have cheated, etc. It's a small thing, but I think it matters.

Personally, I don’t need a romance option in HogLeg (lets face it, nothing could live up to what we’ve dreamed up in the fandom!) but even something as simple as handholding would be amazing.

On that note…

Companions

We NEED companions for the sequel. It's all very well for us PC players, we’ve got mods, but what about everyone else? Companions need to be brought into the sequel, and this is where I’d love the handholding mechanic to come into play. Walking through Hogwarts, the Highlands and Hogsmeade with the option to be holding hands with Natty or Garreth or Poppy or Sebastian or Ominis would be incredible, even if it’s just an animation and it holds no narrative weight. Being able to bring someone along with you, with their little lines of dialogue about your surroundings just makes the game even better than it is by itself.

(Playstation's Ico had a wonderful handholding mechanic, I want it to be like that).

Having your friends with you to fight by your side is, in my opinion, very important. I don’t think companions should join you in the tasks, much like they can’t join you for the Keeper’s Trials, but having them with you while you dash off all over the place and get into trouble would be brilliant, especially if they have more companion-focused dialogue, like Ominis being horrified if you use an Unforgivable in front of him, but encouraging you to get up to a little mischief (you’re quite the covert little thief, aren’t you? 💦💦), Sebastian commenting on your skills when you fight or if you sneak into somewhere you shouldn't be (how funny would it be for companions to comment on you breaking into a professor's bedroom, especially if your companion was a professor!), Poppy sassing enemies left and right, and Garreth using his experimental potions… I could go on forever about how amazing it could be with just a little more.

Lessons

It’s been mentioned that one of the things people would like is the ability to feel more like a student. Whilst I think that too many lessons you have to attend would spoil the freedom of the game a bit, I’ve seen ideas bandied about that your spells can only reach full potential if you do some lesson ‘mini-games’ – I’m on board with this idea. The only worry is it could become repetitive, but provided it’s not overdone and is optional, it could make for more immersive gameplay.

Collectibles/Selling Stuff

I really do like collectibles in RPGs like this, and I think it’s an essential part of the HL/HP games to have them, but I’d like more options to sell things we acquire. Usually by the time we hit winter in HogLeg, I’m so overpowered I don’t need to use wiggenweld except in rare circumstances, and have to actively injure my character in order to take the potion and free up the slots for when my hopping pots all have wiggenweld in them so I can use them again! If we had the option to sell the potions we brew and the plants we grow as well as clothes we find, that would be incredible.

(Also, if we upgrade our clothes, it should sell for more. Just saying.)

Merlin trials can sod off though, unless they make the cutscene skippable.

Beasts and the Room of Requirement

I don’t think the RoR needs much improving on what we’ve got, so at the start of sixth year it should be like it was at the end of fifth, only through the game and exploring the various locations you can get more decorations and furniture you can actually use (like sitting on the sofas or having a cup of tea, or doing your homework at a table, even if it’s just an animation) and the Room gets bigger/gets more rooms. A bedroom, a bathroom, things like that would just be perfect.

We NEED to be able to bring our friends to the Room, and they actually comment on it. Each student should have favourite beasts that they like (and if you bring Duncan Hobhouse in to meet your Puffskeins, he runs away screaming), and they actively play with them/groom them without you directing them (Omi would totes be besties with your unicorns). Poppy, especially, would be happy to see Highwing again, I’m sure.

You should be able to play games with your friends, like wizard chess or the like, which improves your relationships with them regardless of whether you win or lose (but if you win they give you a present), plus sassy dialogue if you lose and comments on your strategy.

New beasts would be amazing, like aquatic beasts, perhaps, winged horses (new mount!), crups and such. Not essential, but I think it would be great.

Choices Matter

Perhaps the most important bit of this long, rambly post is that your choices should matter. Originally there was going to be a housepoint/morality system in HogLeg, and I’ll be damned if I don’t want it for a sequel. Earning points for helping people, completing your class work, rescuing beasts and choosing ‘good’ dialogue options would net you points, whereas being a dickhead would lose you points. You should compete with other houses, and each student should have a percentage of points that they’re likely to win or lose. Sebastian, for example, ever the hellion, would likely lose a lot of points because he’s a rule-breaking little devil, (I imagine Ominis would too, in fairness he’s canonically a bit of a troublemaker too, but he’s just as likely to earn points IMHO). Garreth I think would win and lose points equally – he’s talented, but a bit too strong-headed to really listen to authority. Natty I think would earn more than she loses, etc etc etc. I could go on.

Breaking curfew, casting curses (where you can be seen by a prefect/teacher) or general asshattery could lose you points, but I reckon depending on the difficulty level should impact how easy it is to win points back. I’d say it’s not a given that your house will win the cup, and you actually have to work for it.

Other Bits I Want

Photo Mode – the game’s too beautiful to not have it.

No Mercy Mode – after you complete the main story, we should have this option

Ability to change Seasons after the main game is over

Curfew (turn on/off) – it’d be fun to have, but the ability to turn it off would be great so it doesn’t get too troublesome

No flight restrictions. Let me fly over Hogsmeade, damnit!

More enemy types – including dementors/lethifolds

Alohomora just unlocks doors – no shitty minigame

Functional Common Rooms – sleeping in your bed to speed time, classmates congregating there at night/going to bed (don’t care if they have to teleport there), etc.

Meals in the Great Hall – even if it’s just an animation, it’d be nice to sit with your friends.

At LEAST one F-bomb from one of the characters. Unexpected and hilarious. But which one?

I’m sure there’s plenty more I’ve missed or some things that just won’t work, but this would be my ideal sequel. Thoughts?

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