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rockingrobin69 · 6 months

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Wip Snip

Thanks for the tag (from ages ago), @orange-peony and @littlewinnow! I'm completely and thoroughly taken by my new Victorian era AU. Here's a snip of young nobleman Draco being a brat, and poor stable boy Harry finding it hilarious until... well.

It started raining, a light and yet insistent drizzle. Jumping off the saddle when the stables were in sight, hurrying to get Isolde back and—clashed quite bodily into something warm, and fell, with a great thud, straight in a puddle.

Draco was too stunned for words for a long moment. His assailant came closer with a horrified gasp, and a hand wiggled in front of his nose, presumably to help him up. It was brown and calloused and Draco saw red.

“You,” he murmured, pushing up to his elbows, “you brainless, gormless idiot, look what you’ve—ah!” to discovering his entire sleeve drenched in mud.

“I’m so sorry,” Harry said in a weird tone.

From between his teeth: “Sorry?” Draco got up to his feet. He sort of towered above him like that, when Harry’s knees were slightly bent and Draco was dripping. “You’re sorry?”

“So—” his bottom lip disappeared between his teeth. “So sorry. My lord. Can I help you—”

“Help,” Draco said to the heavens. “He wants to help. Have you any idea how expensive these clothes you’ve just ruined are?”

Harry stared at him wide-eyed for a moment. “You ran into me,” he said.

“I ran into—” he only realised he grabbed Harry’s collar a moment after doing so. “You—you—and look at my horse!” for Isolde too had suffered from the splash, and now her side was covered in grime.

“Would you like me to apologise to it again,” Harry said, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Draco blinked. “You think this is funny?” he asked, in a tone that managed to convey the deepest disbelief while being deadly icy. “You think. This is. Funny?” shaking him with every syllable. There was spittle on Harry’s face, and still he was only barely concealing the laugh.

“Not at all, my lord.”

Draco was so outraged he nearly started laughing too. Or shouting, perhaps that would be easier and more efficient. “You utter imbecile,” shaking him worse, “I will have you—I’ll have you—”

“Please don’t fire him, milord,” Mr. Hagrid’s voice came from the stables. The rain kept hitting Draco’s face in tiny droplets. “He didn’t mean it, whatever he said.”

“What he said?” Draco gasped. He wasn’t entirely certain he had the power to fire anyone, anyway, but there was no point in relaying that. On the bright side, Harry wasn’t laughing anymore, and now looked at least a little apprehensive.

“Harry’s a bit slow, milord. Nothing too serious, but he can sometimes say or do things that might, ah, cause a touch of grief to someone as cultured as y’rself, and, please, milord, he didn’t mean it.”

The serious tone did make him pause. Mr. Hagrid wasn’t one for meaningless chatter, and besides, Draco was willing to grant him leave to far greater extent than most other people. Still, to look over such slight—to himself, to his clothing, and to Isolde—with a gasp as the sky above darkened a degree: “Dinner! I must—it would start soon, and I’m all—all—” running a hand through his matted hair. “I’m ruined,” he said, in a voice nearing tears.

“No, not at all, milord, look—why don’t you go back to the house and take a nice, quick bath. I find matters always feel mighty better after a bath, don’t you?”

But there was no time. “There’s no—” Draco stopped, shook his head, lost and irritated with the way Harry just kept standing there, not at all horrified or at the very least repentant. “You,” he spat.

Harry came closer. “My lord?”

“You’ll pay for this,” Draco promised coldly.

“Yes, my lord.”

“I will make you suffer.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The evenness to his tone unnerved Draco so completely that he nearly squealed. “Are you listening? Mark my words, you’ll rue this day!”

“Yes, my lord, I’ll rue it forever.”

He was impossible. Draco, out of time and out of his mind, just grabbed the infuriating man by both shoulders and threw him down in the puddle, to stare blankly at his feet like a fish pulled out of the water.

“Milord!” Mr. Hagrid ran forward, stopping only a pace away. Granted he had a very long stride. “Harry, are—milord, was that truly necessary?”

The rebuke was harmless, but the disappointed look Draco did not deserve. “He was mocking me!” came out sounding far too childish, but there was no time to fix any mistake made. Harry stayed down in the mud, blinking long dark lashes like he was too stunned for words, and something not unlike anger moved on his brow, which he swallowed down.

After a long, long moment, in a dull voice: “Forgive me, my lord. I did not intend it.”

“See?” Mr. Hagrid pleaded. “The boy didn’t mean it. All’s well, then?”

The shriek that got out of him: “No!” gesturing wildly, “All is certainly not well! I am filthy, with no time to change for dinner, my mare is soaked through, and this blithering idiot is laughing at me like this is—like—” why did anything coming out of his mouth sound so petty and impossibly small. “Never mind, I’ve no time for this. Have my horse cleaned and taken care of, please, Mr. Hagrid. And make sure to punish this oaf for getting in my way.”

“Will do, milord, will do,” with his natural severity and good-humour, and Draco truly had no time to dawdle. With a last look at Harry in the mud, far less satisfying than he’d hoped, he dashed indoors and suffered a hair-splitting lecture from his maid, who was too old and too scary to punish.

(If it makes you feel any better, Draco will pay for this 😈🙃)

#drarry fic #wip snip #Robin does the thing #Victorian AU #Honourable Draco Malfoy (the future Earl of Wiltshire)#mysterious stable boy Harry #Mr. Hagrid as the stable master #'Mr. Hagrid was Draco’s childhood nemesis before he learned how to ride'#and of course the most important character: Isolde the perfect horse

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the-moons-mistress-333 · 1 year

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Does anyone have any like… Slytherin Harry or Dark Harry Drarry fanfic recommendations. I just finished reading Evitative by Vichan and it was so good. Now I’m kinda on a roll and I NEED more. If you have any other Drarry recommendations those would be appreciated as well!!!

#Harry Potter #draco malfoy #drarry #dark harry #slytherin harry #slytherin #gryffindor #draco angst #harry angst #moody Harry Potter #Mr anger issues #hogwarts #aot smut #ao3 stuff #ao3 recommendations #please #I need more in my life

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n2xou-of-the-fandom · 1 year

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Slytherin gang be like

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depressedstressedlemonzest · 4 months

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Love how hook is basically goth Draco Malfoy.

The RELIEF in mulan's face.

Belle is so fucking cute.

He is KILLING ME.

This fucking NERD

Those long Spinners fingers

This fucking LINE

He's TRUSTING HER AGAIN

This fucking FACE

He knows cora could hurt belle. Cora is public enemy #1

#just specific shot appreciation #mr. gold #rumplestiltskin #ouat rumple #once upon a time #belle x rumple #belle #belle french #rumbelle #killian jones #killian jones the goth draco malfoy #captain hook #mulan #aurora #ouat

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lousypotatoes · 1 month

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The Leaky Cauldron

From now on, the chapters take place in The Prisoner of Azkaban

Warning! This chapter has depictions of physical abuse. If this makes you uncomfortable or triggers you, please don't read this.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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The Sound of Silence-Simon and Garfunkel

That was the song you were listening to as you were laying on your back, staring at the Leaky Cauldron ceiling, tears in your eyes.

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vison softly creeping

You spent the summer in Egypt with the Weasleys, your mother letting you go while going against your stepfathers wishes.

"It's bad enough that she's in the same house as them. I will NOT let her go to Egypt with them just so she can look at some stupid pyramids." he yelled, while you listened to from your room.

When the day came for you to go to the Weasley's, your mother secretly woke you up.

"Mum? What are you doing? I thought Dad said I couldn't go," you said, confused and tired.

"He doesn't know what he's talking about, sweetie," she said as she waved her wand around her room, your things flying into your suitcases. "Visiting Egypt with the Weasleys will be a wonderful opportunity for you."

So very quietly you went down to the living room and travelled to The Burrow via Floo Powder.

"Thank you mum," you whispered, hugging her before you left.

"Have fun sweetie, I'll see you when you get back." she said, hugging you back.

Egypt was as wonderful as you thought it would be. Not only did you get to hang out with Ron, one of your best friends, but you also got to hang out with George a lot more than you did at school. While in Egypt, you found yourself having a crush on the red haired boy. The thought of him made you smile and feel giddy inside.

You were hoping that your stepfather wouldn't be too mad that you went to Egypt. But when you got home, stepping out of the fireplace, you saw him sitting on the couch, a crazy look on his face.

"I told you not to go to Egypt, Y/N," he said slowly. "Why did you disobey me?"

"Mum said I could go," you said quietly, looking down. You wanted to go back into the fireplace.

"Your mother doesn't get a say in what you do, you know that," he said, standing up, he began to head towards you.

"I'm sorry! I just really wanted to-"

"I don't care what you want!" he snarled, picking you up by the front of your robes. "You live under my roof, you follow my rules. Do you understand?"

Tears started to stream down your face, you knew he would be angry, but you ignored it. 'How could you be so stupid,' you thought.

Not liking that you didn't answer his question fast enough, he punched you in the face, hard. That would no doubt leave a bruise.

"Answer the damn question!" he roared, spitting in your face. "Do you understand!?"

"Yes father," you whispered, blood dribbling down from your lip. "I understand."

"Good," your stepfather smirked down at you, throwing you down to the floor. "Unpack and clean yourself up. Your mother is taking you to Diagon Alley once she gets home."

He walked over to the door and grabbed his coat off the coat hanger and opened the door to head out.

Before he walked out, he turned around to speak to you. "If you disobey me again, I will make you wish that magic doesn't exist," he said in a deadly voice that made you shudder.

And with that he left, slamming the door behind him.

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You were grateful that your mother let you stay at the Leaky Cauldron with the Weasleys and Hermione until school started. As you lip synced to the lyrics, you wondered why she was with your stepfather. He was so cruel and unforgiving, while your mother was kind and sweet.

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon God they made

And the sign flashed out it's warning

Suddenly you heard a knock from your door. You sat up, took off your headset, and put it in under your pillow. "Come in," you said, wiping the tears from your eyes.

The door opened and Hermione stood in the doorway.

"Y/N are you alright?" she asked in a soft voice, opening the door wider.

"Yeah I'm fine," you said, a fake smile on your face. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I was just wondering," Hermione said, not fully believing you. "Ron and I are gonna get our school stuff, do you want to join us?"

"Yeah, sure, let me just get my shoes on."

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"Can we please sit down now," you groaned as you, Ron, and Hermione walked through Diagon Alley. "We've looked everywhere, what if Harry's not even here?"

"Oh come on Y/N, stop complaining," Hermione said, a slight frown on her face. "He's bound to be around here somewhere."

"Can we at least take a break, Hermione?" Ron said, stopping to rub his leg.

"I don't care what you say Hermione, I'm gonna go get a sundae," you said huffing. "You and Ron can join me or not, I don't care."

"Y/N," Hermione whined as the three of you walked to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. "We have to look for Harry."

"Oh calm down, Hermione," Ron said sitting down, "We're just taking a break."

"Fine, but let's not take longer than twenty minutes."

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40 minutes later

"I can't believe you ate the last bite of my sundae, Ronald." you muttered angrily. "If we were allowed to use magic, I would so curse you right now.

"I don't regret anything," Ron smiled cheekily.

"If you wanted a bite, you could have just asked," you grumbled, "Instead of stealing some of mine."

"Can I please have a bite?"

"I'm gonna strangle you Rona-"

"Look! There's Harry!" Hermione suddenly shouted.

"Oh, I see him!" you said, forgetting about your sundae.

"Harry! HARRY!"

Harry turned his head towards to them, and grinned, heading towards them.

"Finally!" Ron said, scooting over so Harry could sit next to him. "We asked around at the Leaky Cauldron, but they said you left already, and we went to Flourish and Blotts and Madam Malkin's and-"

"I got all my school stuff last week," Harry interrupted. "And how come you knew I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron?"

"Dad," Ron said simply.

"And I heard some people there talking about," you said. "I'm staying there too. I just got here this afternoon."

"Really?" Harry said gleefully. "That's wonderful I-"

"Did you really blow up your aunt Harry?" Hermione interrupted in a serious voice.

"I didn't mean to," Harry said, while you and Ron doubled over in laughter. "I just....lost control."

"Guys it's not funny," Hermione said sharply, glaring at you and Ron. "Honestly, I'm amazed Harry wasn't expelled.

"So am I," Harry said. "Forget expelled, I thought I was gonna be arrested."

"Now why would they arrest you, Harry?" you said, trying your hardest to stop laughing. "You're the Boy Who Lived. In the Minstry's eyes, and everybody else's you're a hero. But I don't know, you should ask Mr. Weasley about it.

"Yeah! Y/N already spoiled her part of the surprise," Ron narrowed is eyes at you. "But we're staying there too! So you can come with us to King's Cross tomorrow! Hermione's there as well!"

"Mum and Dad dropped me off this morning with all my Hogwarts things." Hermione said, beaming.

"And for your information, Ronald," you said, with mock venom in your voice. "I didn't know it was supposed to be a surprise."

"It's your fault for not knowing," Ron said, sticking his tongue out at you.

"I hate you."

"Ahem," Harry said, clearing out his throat very loudly. "Have you three got all your new books and stuff?"

"Look at this, Ron said, pulling out a thin box out of his bag. "Brand new wand. Fourteen inches, willow, containing one unicorn hair. And we've got all our books-"

"Let's just hope you don't break this one Ronald," you interrupted, smirking.

"And we've got all our books," Ron repeated himself, ignoring your quip. "What about those Monster Books eh? The assistant nearly had a heart attack when we said we wanted three."

"What's all that Hermione?" Harry asked, pointing at her bag.

"Well, I'm taking more new subjects than you, aren't I?" Hermione said.

"Exactly how many subjects are you taking Hermione?" you asked, your eyebrow raised.

She furrowed her eyebrows in thought, "Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, the Study of Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies-"

"I thought we were only allowed to pick classes," you said, confused.

"Professor McGonagall said I was allowed to," Hermione said, smacking your arm lightly.

"What are you doing Muggle Studies for?" Ron said, rolling his eyes. "You're muggle born! Your mum and dad are muggles! You already know all about muggles!"

"But it'll be fascinating to study them form the wizarding point of view," Hermione said.

"Are you planning to eat or sleep this year, Hermione?" Harry asked, while you and Ron giggled.

"I've still got ten galleons," Hermione said, ignoring you three. "It's my birthday in September and Mum and Dad gave me some money to get myself an early birthday present."

"How about a nice book?" Ron said innocently.

"No, I don't think so, "Hermione said. "I really want an ow. I mean, Harry's got Hedwig and you've got Errol-"

"Oooh I want an owl too!" you interrupted.

"Why didn't you get an owl first year then?" Harry asked.

"I would of, but my mum thought I wasn't old enough to be responsible for one,"

"There's a magical creature shop just over there," Harry said. "You and Hermione can get your owls."

"Great, I can get Scabbers checked out, "Ron said, placing Scabbers on the table. You saw how sickly Scabbers looked while you were in Egypt. "I don't think Egypt agreed with him."

"Maybe he contracted some weird disease."

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"You're so pretty," you cooed, holding up the owl cage. "With your gorgeous striped fur. I think I'm gonna name you Bella."

"I can't believe you actually bought that creature." Ron grumbled, as the four of you walked to the Leaky Cauldron. "That thing nearly scalped me!"

"He didn't mean to, did you, Crookshanks?" Hermione cooed.

"What about Scabbers?" Ron cried out. "He needs rest and relaxation! How's he going to get it with that thing around?"

"As funny as this situation is," you said, trying not to laugh. "Crookshanks will be in mine and Hermione's dorm, and Scabbers in yours. He should be fine now."

"Thank you, Y/N," Hermione gushed. "Poor Crookshanks, that witch said he'd been in there for ages. No one wanted him."

"I wonder why," Ron said, sarcastically. You hit him in the shoulder.

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The four of them reached The Leaky Cauldron and found Mr. Weasley sitting at the bar, reading the Daily Prophet.

"Harry!" he said, smiling. "How are you?"

"Fine thanks," you heard Harry say as you walked to your room to put Bella away.

"Here you go sweetie," you cooed, pulling out the bag of owl treats you bought and giving her some. "I'll be back soon."

Before you walked out, you quickly packed up your Walkman into your suitcase, not wanting to forget it.

You walked out of your room, and closed the door, quietly singing to yourself.

"She's a killer queen

Gunpowder, gelatin

Dynamite with a laser beam

Guaranteed to blow yo-"

"Not singing muggle songs are you, N/N?"

You turned around and saw George, his arms crossed and smirking at you. "I hope you packed up your Talkman."

"Okay first of all it's called a Walkman," you said, slapping is arm. "And second of all, shut up! I don't want anyone else finding out that I have it?"

"And why is that, again?" he said, slapping you back more gently.

You looked down, "I just don't want it to get back to stepfather that's all." you said, hoping that he didn't see the blush on your face.

George frowned, "From what you've told me about him, your stepfather sounds like a big, fat, asshole."

"He is really fat actually," you said quietly.

George burst out laughing. "How fat is he?"

"Like as fat as the pumpkins Hagrid grows."

"How could you be that big?" George doubled over. "I think he should see a doctor about that."

"And I think you two should change for dinner," Percy said pompously, walking past the both of you.

"I really wish we trapped him in the pyramid," George muttered to you.

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You sat beside Hermione and George as you dug into the chocolate pudding. It was one of your favorite deserts, and you hadn't had it in a while. You weren't really paying attention to the conversation everyone else was having.

"How're we getting to King's Cross tomorrow, Dad?" Fred asked.

"The Ministry's providing a couple of cars," Mr. Weasley answered.

You stopped eating your pudding, wanting to hear more of what everyone was talking about.

"Why?" Percy asked, curiously.

"It's because of you, Perce," George said in a serious voice. "And there'll be little flags on the hoods, with HB on them-"

"-for Humongous Bighead," Fred finished.

Everyone besides Percy and Mrs. Weasley laughed.

"Why are the Ministry providing cars, Father?" Percy repeated, his face red.

"Well, as we haven't got one anymore," Mr. Weasley said. "And I work there, they're doing me a favor."

You noticed that Mr. Weasley's ears were turning red and that he was nervously looking at you and Harry.

"Good thing too," Mrs. Weasley said. "Do you realize how much luggage you've all got between you? A nice sight you'd be on the Muggle Underground....You are all packed, aren't you?"

"Ron hasn't put all his new things in his trunk yet," Percy said, sighing. "He's dumped them on my bed."

"You'd better go and pack properly, Ron, because we won't have much time in the morning." Mrs. Weasley said while Ron scowled at Percy.

After dinner, everyone began to make their way upstairs, preparing for the events of tomorrow.

As you walked to your room, you heard Percy and Ron shouting at each other.

"It was here, on the bedside table, and I took it off for polishing-" Percy roared.

"I haven't touched it, all right?" Ron roared back.

You rolled your eyes and stepped into your room, stretching your arms out.

"Hi Bella," you said, walking over to the cage. She was currently sleeping.

"Oh I can't wait for you to see Hogwarts," you whispered. "You'll love it."

Getting your pajamas, you thought about your third year. You hoped nothing too troubling would happen this year. You hoped that you wouldn't have to deal with too much of Malfoy. You also hoped that you would hang out with George. The thought made you smile.

You settled into bed, falling asleep quickly.

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I hope you enjoyed this so far, I think I'll upload either every day or every other day.

Stay safe and drink plenty of water!!

xoxo, Izzy

#harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #george weasley #george weasley x reader #character x reader #hogwarts #draco malfoy #fred weasley #percy weasley #mrs weasley #mr weasley

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mousesinhouses394 · 8 months

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First Impressions - Chapter 1

I previously mentioned writing this. It's a Pride and Prejudice inspired story where Theo is Mr Darcy and its set in an au where the order didn't win the battle of Hogwarts. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single wizard in possession of good fortune and status, must be in want of a wife.

However little known the feelings or views of such a wizard may be upon first entering a neighbourhood matters not as this truth is so well fixed into the minds of the surrounding families that he is considered the rightful property of someone, or rather their daughters. Especially in times like these.

With it being almost 6 years since the battle of Hogwarts was lost, everything was still in complete and utter disarray. Well at least for those not fortunate enough to have picked the winning side. You see while war still raged on throughout England, the lifestyles of the wizarding elite had changed only slightly. For the men it meant pledging allegiance to a man who should have died many years ago. And to their wives and daughters it meant securing advantageous marriages.

"My dear Mr Greengrass," said his lady to him one day, "have you heard that Malfoy Manor is to be let at last?"

Mr Greengrass replied that he had not and went about his morning business of replying to the particularly important correspondences he had with some fellow high ranking death eaters. News was that the order had managed to intercept yet another attack.

"But it is for Mrs Davis has just been here, and she told me all about it."

Mr Greengrass made no answer.

"Do you not wish to know who has taken it?" cried his wife impatiently.

"You so clearly want to tell me, and I make no objection to hearing it though I must inform you that you are interrupting a most important task of mine."

This was invitation enough for Mrs Greengrass for she and grown used to the harshness of her husband.

"Why my dear you must know, Mrs Davis says that Malfoy manor is taken by a wizard, a young wizard, of large fortune. Apparently, he has just come back from working overseas on top secret missions for the dark lord. Isn't this great news? Mrs Davis says that some of his servants are to be in the house by the end of next week."

"What is his name?" asked Mr Greengrass as a wizard taking part in such work must be high in the dark lords ranks.

"Zabini."

"Is he married or single?"

"Oh single, my dear to be sure! A single wizard of large fortune and high status. What a fine thing for our girls."

"How so? how can it affect them."

"My dear Mr Greengrass," replied his wife, "How can you be so tiresome. You must know that I am thinking of marrying one of them to him."

"Is that why he is settling here?"

"Well, I cannot be certain but it is very likely that he may fall in love with one of them and so you must visit it him as soon as he arrives."

"I see no reason for that. And besides, we should not be travelling about any more than necessary. These attacks by the order and getting deadlier and far too frequent for my liking. We cannot risk drawing too much attention to ourselves."

"But consider your daughters!" Mrs Greengrass cried, "Only think of what kind of establishment it would be to have one of our daughters married to such a wizard. Mr and Mrs Bulstrode are determined to go and what a shame it will to us if they managed to snap him up for their own daughter. Indeed, you must go, for it will be impossible for us it visits him if not."

"Perhaps I could write to him and assure him of my hearty consent to marry which ever one of our daughters he wishes. Though if I were to do this I must throw in a good word for my little Aurora."

"You should do no such thing! Aurora is not any better than the others. I am sure that she is not half as handsome as Astoria, and she is not half as good humoured as Daphne. I simply cannot understand why you always show her such a preference."

"The other girls have nothing to recommend them. They are silly and ignorant to the problems around us and care not for the danger we are all currently in. Why I am certain that the only way they'd take some interest in this war is if it were to interfere with their ability flirt with boys at those wretched balls."

“Mr Greengrass, how can you abuse your own children so?” His wife inquired but as she looked over to him, she found that he had once again been taken up in his writings.

Mr and Mrs Greengrass had an odd sort of relationship. So much so that many would probably wonder why they ever got married in the first place. Mrs Greengrass was a shrill, impatient woman who cared only for vanity and wealth. Whereas Mr Greengrass was a strategist and one of the smartest most cunning men in the whole of the dark lord's army though in his youth he was shallow and married his wife within only three days of knowing her. The consequences of this proved to be great as while he manged to create five daughters (four of which had incredible beauty) he was stuck with a woman whose mind was so small that he could never have a true conversation with her.

Their eldest daughter Daphne was the most striking, the charms of her face and figure were enhanced by her unassuming modesty and calm nature.

Aurora, the second daughter, made up in wit and liveliness for all small deficiencies in appearance. That was not to say that she was not pretty, for if you were to compare, her to any other girl in the village you would still claim her to be the finest. To her father, her best asset was her mind for (unlike her other sisters) she spoke to challenge the men around her and question the way the world worked altogether. It was her belief that the self-importance of men was the reason the country was the state it was currently in and unknowingly held a grudge against them for it.

Astoria and Cressida were the two youngest and exhibited all the freshness of youth accompanied by a taste for laughter and flirtation. This recommended them greatly to young wizards around the village who shared the same loud and carefree intentions.

Only Opal, the middle child, possessed neither beauty, wit nor charm; but her sisters shone so brightly in every way that it seemed to hide her appearance all together.

Overall, the Greengrass family was a happy one. That was until the inhabitants of Malfoy Manor stumbled into their lives.

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I've got another post on my page with all the members of the Greengrass family on it. This story is also being published on wattpad so feel free to check it out over there. (It's First Impressions by mousesinhouses) Thanks for reading!

#theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #pride and prejudice #harry potter #theodore nott x you #slytherin boys #blaise zabini #astoria greengrass #daphne greengrass #pansy parkinson #fanfic #draco malfoy #mr darcy

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themostincorrecthouseofblack · 8 months

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Narcissa: I’m sorry, my hormones are all over the place. Regulus: Do you want me to help you look for them?

#source: mrs brown's boys #incorrect quotes #narcissa malfoy #regulus black

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ilovethemoon3 · 1 year

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Harry Potter characters and rare diseases

I’ve noticed that there’s a lack of representation when it comes to rare diseases or any conditions that aren’t considered common in so I came up with my list of “possible diseases” for each character. I might write a more detailed description for each character or maybe a part 2.

Draco: Klinefelter Syndrome

At 13, Draco couldn’t bring himself to change in the locker rooms after quidditch practice. There was something wrong with his body. He was never insecure of his body until he saw that he was different. His chest looked different; puffy, rounder. “It’ll get more muscular with exercise” he told himself, but for now, he couldn’t muster the courage to reveal his body.

Draco couldn’t help but feel insecure about his body. At 14, most boys in his dorm have already started to shave and he’s yet to find a single hair on his chin. He begged his mum for beard-growing potions, but all she said is to let his body grow at its own pace.

No matter how much he exercised or played quidditch, his body stayed slim while most players had at least gained some muscle on their shoulders.

At 15, Draco would hear boys comparing their… length in his dorm room. He couldn’t help but feel that he was a little behind in his growth. There must be something wrong. That year, he was diagnosed with Klinefelter syndrome.

It was only at the age of 25 that Draco finally felt comfortable with his own body, after years of standing naked in front of the mirror for hours, repeating positive affirmations. “My masculinity isn’t defined by the way I look” or “ there’s beauty in all bodies, including mine”. Draco finally feels comfortable showing his body. He’s no longer scared of judgment or being vulnerable in front of his lovers.

At 30, Draco stands naked in front of the mirror again, but this time, strong tanned arms wrap themselves around his waist. He leans back onto Harry, lulling his head to the left, allowing him to leave a trail of kisses down his neck.

Mrs Weasley: Diabetic Bearded Woman syndrome

Going through menopause wasn’t easy for Mrs Weasley; the mood swings, the hot flashes, the sleeping problems. It was tiring.

A year after menopause, she started gaining a lot weight. It’s not like she was an incredibly skinny woman to begin with so she blamed it on her slowing metabolism.

After sometime, she started experiencing hair loss. Her hairline was going back and she felt ugly. There would be some nights where she cried about it. Arthur would always hug her from the back, caressing her lovingly, whispering comforting sweet nothings into her ear

Later on, she noticed that her body hair had increased dramatically. Long pale hairs sprouted from her chin and around her jaw. She’d wax her face, chest and legs; hoping it might just go away. It didn’t.

She was convinced to go see a healer by Arthur. “Maybe they could prescribe you hair removal potions” he said. That day, she was diagnosed with Diabetic Bearded Woman syndrome.

It took her months before she was able to accept that her body wasn’t “abnormal” and navigate her feelings. In the end of the day, her body was still her body regardless of its nature and Arthur would make sure that she’s beautiful no matter what.

Fleur Delacour: Irritable Bowel Syndrome

Fleur had always had a pretty sensitive stomach. A little too sensitive.

She remembers going on her first date as a 13 year old and having to cut it short because of how her stomach had cramped after dessert. It had embarrassed her to no end.

She remembers missing half of her first class because she decided to have some coffee in the morning. She’d sit on the toilet seat in pain, clutching her middle. When her friends would ask her why didn’t she attend class. “Cramps. Period cramps,” She’d say, too embarrassed to say the truth.

She remembers running out of class because she could no longer keep herself from… ahem… flatulating.

She felt completely embarrassed in these situations. People often thought that she was the epitome of perfection and if they found out about her… issue, they’d never let it go.

All that changed when Bill came into her life. She did try to hide it at first, avoiding most foods that would trigger her bowel movement during their first dates. That is until he took her to an Fortescue’s ice cream parlour and she refused to eat. “ But why though? I thought you liked ice cream,” he said, with disappointment written all over his face.

She couldn’t hide it away anymore. She knew that he was the love of her life. If she were to spend the rest of her life with that man, she’d have to be honest with him. She gathered all her courage and just blurted it out: “I have IBS.”

“Oh, okay. Do you wanna go somewhere else then?” He replied with no judgment or disgust. She didn’t think she could’ve loved Bill more than she already did, but she couldn’t have been more wrong.

I hope I did a good job representing their struggles lol. I am in no way a professional so if I might’ve missed something important please tell me :)

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