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Happy pride Shana!! SIAT Percy and Tonks?

Percy gets the notice about casualties from a raid gone wrong about thirty seconds after the department heads do, because he’s been intercepting and dealing with Crouch’s mail for months. He always reads the ones from the auror department immediately, no matter what he’s doing, for no reason that he’s willing to admit.  

He has the departments schedule memorized for the same reason and he knows exactly who was sent on this morning’s raid.

This has international implications. Some of the criminals escaped and will likely be fleeing. He should arrange for notices to go out to their likely ambassadors, and that family had a lot of valuable business contacts in Spain that they’ll want to take control of and maintain.

Those are what he should be focusing on. Those are the responsibilities he’s shouldered in the face of Crouch’s ineptitude.

He’s running before he even realizes he’s stood up, the notice clenched in his fist. It had only said casualties, like that was enough information. He needs names.

The barrier against apparating within the ministry makes complete sense all the time except for right now, when he can’t make his legs move fast enough.

“Woah, Percy, you can’t go in there right now,” says Reggie, an auror that Percy likes on most days, but most days he doesn’t have his hands on Percy’s shoulders, preventing him from entering the auror corridor.

He stares. He wouldn’t give a shit if it was Shackbolt himself standing in front of him right now. “Get out of my way, Reginald.”

Reggie frowns. “Looks, there was some problems this morning, and whatever you’re here about it going to have to wait-”

Percy shoves Reggie away from him, causing him to stumble back more in surprise than anything else. “Get the fuck out of my way, or your sister can explain to your boss why her shop permits have been miscategorized for all the exports she’s accidentally forgotten to declare.”

“My sister’s shop?” Reggie repeats, face scrunched up in confusion.

Just because he’s a good auror doesn’t mean he’s all that bright. Or maybe his whole family makes a career out of playing stupid. “She’s a tax evader and if you don’t back off I’ll ruin her life.” He doesn’t care, hadn’t pointed it out when he first noticed, but he feels anxious and frantic like he hasn’t experienced since Ginny went missing when he was a sixth year. “What happened to my girlfriend?”

“Percy?”

He turns so quickly he nearly loses his balance. He vaguely notes Reggie slinking away, but that doesn’t matter to him anymore.

Tonks is standing there, whole and alive. Her hair is a black pixie cut and she has bags under her eyes she must not have noticed yet. Her clothes are torn but clean, like someone scourgified her of blood but didn’t bother to repair her clothes. He can’t tell if her paleness is from blood loss or exhaustion.

“You called me your girlfriend,” she tells him, some of her grief softening as her mouth pulls back in a grin.

“Be quiet,” he says, walking forward until he can grab the back of her neck with one hand and drag his other hand down until he feels her pulse beneath his fingers. It’s steady, although he can feel it picking up beneath his hand. “You are my girlfriend.”

“I am to y-” she starts then cuts herself off, blinking. “Wait, what was that?”

“Be quiet,” he repeats, finally able to feel the tacky sweat on his skin and the dryness of his mouth.

He must not have completely shaken off his nerves, because one moment Tonks is rolling her eyes at him and the next he’s kissing her. Her lips are chapped and her breath smells like the coffee she had this morning. He never wants it to end.

“Tonks, I’m going to need your statement on – what are you doing?”

Percy wrenches himself backwards, horrified to Shackbolt standing there with a raised eyebrow.

“Kissing my boyfriend,” Tonks answers happily. The black is sliding from her hair like ink, leaving behind a cheerful pastel blue.

That and the relief flooding his stomach almost makes up for his mortification.

author's note | chapter 7: caged 🪽

thank you for reading chapter seven of Beasts! this chapter, we see the fallout from the controversial punch, watch harry and ginny go through about ninety bottles of ink writing precisely one bazillion letters to one another (my loves), and fret as the residents of grimmauld place fight a losing battle with pixies that may or may not be a metaphor for our characters’ own multiplying traumas, chasing everyone around and refusing to be contained. pray for our babies, for no-one is thriving - let's chat chapter seven! (plus a sneak peek of chapter eight, which includes a letter from a character yet to make his Beasts debut...) 👀

✨ spoilers for this chapter below the cut  ✨

writing notes and headcanons:

vibes: this chapter, i wanted the vibes to be claustrophobic, tedium, all hogwarts, real focus on ginny and her restlessness and over-it-ness, her starting to write a lot, both to harry and to others, and her starting to push the boundaries and rebel now she's lost her sense of purpose in returning. (@pocket-lilacs brought up pandemic-era uni vibes of 'what is the point of studying when all this is going on' and that is exactly the energy here). the politics is more a backdrop to ginny's arc in this chapter, though the thicknesse trial has uncomfortable echoes for gin's own set of experiences, and i'm having so much fun but also banging my head up against the wall/grappling with turning up/turning down the volume on the different macro/micro plots in different chapters to try and get different effects and to follow ginny's own engagement with the Big Questions of the postwar wizarding world. scale is hard, who knew!

quidditch: by far the hardest part of this chapter to write was the quidditch scene. it was 3000 words long originally, and i had to go at it with a sledgehammer to bash it into bits, dump most of it, and then just keep the most important parts to fold into this much quicker, punchier scene. the worst part of writing is spending days crafting a section and in doing so learn that you don't need it lmao. so yeah that's why this chapter was a week late. this one was a nightmare but we got there in the end lmao

the forest detention: our first flashback to the war year at hogwarts! why haven't we had more? answers on a postcard, all will be revealed, including the context for the silver trio's forest detention, but for now will just say the fact that snape sent the gang into the forest with hagrid for detention after stealing the sword has a) always had me in a chokehold because all of the endless ginny/forest foreshadowing but also because i've never been satisfied with the explanation that the detention was just an obvious easy option. can't wait to share more !!!

harry and ginny: all i want to do is write more letters for those two. 'sneaking out of grounds, booze, leather gangs' - that was how @madammalkins23 summed it up beautifully, getting at the vibes i keep coming back to with both of these characters: the sirius-black-shaped elephant in the room, basically. escaping from hogwarts with buckbeak? the risk being what makes it all fun? harry fixing up the motorbike? fighting a war against grimmauld place and getting on the whiskey? the looming shadow of molly weasley? it's truly giving padfoot. the idea of harry and ginny in cahoots, as partners in crime, really kept me going when writing this chapter - like, what if harry for the first time did have another person in his life who was of the 'fuck it' school of thought? (i even went back and read that jkr short story of sirius and james on the motorbike lol). basically, the sirius echoes just sort of ended up writing themselves, as they always seem to do in this fic. when it comes to the letters, it's striking to me that in canon harry is very preoccupied with who does or doesn’t write to him - at the dursleys', but also after sirius' death ('It’s just hard,' Harry said finally, in a low voice, 'to realise he won’t write to me again.' - HBP). i've never really got fics that have harry as a non-loquacious letter writer in the post-war period, especially to ginny - harry seeks huge comfort and reassurance in getting letters from people who care about him, and channels his worries about people he's close to into letters, especially people he views as family (sirius, ginny). that harry and ginny would become a bit emotionally codependent through letters seemed in some sense a natural choice, basically, and although they're still being very avoidant, in some ways, i think they're building a foundation towards becoming each other's person in ways that's important. (i am putting together a sirius and ginny parallels meta playing with these ideas and character-trait overlap that i'll share hopefully soon, so stay tuned on that one)

why won’t ginny open up? by far the question i've been asked most this week! i am really really excited and happy about the arc i’ve got in store for ginny on this question, so don't want to reveal too much, but there have been some beautiful insightful guesses in the comments section about why ginny is struggling to come clean with harry or her family. here we see harry begin to see through gin's defences, a little bit, but also show his own blindspots that come from him not having asked the right questions or always probed about her interior life before now. i'm always so grateful and blown away by the trust readers have put in me to deliver on all these protracted question marks but this week especially i felt v glad for readers' compassion towards these characters and especially for ginny and hermione, as they fuck up and get it wrong and struggle yet still get grace in the comment section. both are on a journey, but i know more impatient readers could be sick of waiting for them to get there, so just to say i am really glad everyone is getting it and seeing where both characters are at with empathy and kindness, because ofc what they’re both doing is frustrating (and, when it comes to gin, harry is beginning to think so, too)

plus thicknesse: had a long chat with @saintsenara about ol thicknesse, because he's kind of a baffling figure - ex-auror who gets successfully imperiused, becomes minister and then goes on to actively commit horrific war crimes while under yaxley's control. what's fun about the trials, though, is that you can use them as a conduit to raise these big moral questions for postwar wizarding society - in thicknesse's case, it's questions about agency, free will, and culpability, in ways that has real implications for ginny's reflections on her own experiences. so cheers pius love u

harry's patronus: i am salivating at all of your theories for this one - obviously i'm saying nothing for now, but keep them guesses coming, i live for em! and if you guess right, i'll come up with some kind of prize lmao

detention, career advice (and graves' apathy): back in the site of former detentions, ginny shows her remarkably sparse knowledge of wizarding careers in a scene that i hope shows her trying on for size different role models/authority figures and seeing which ones she feels most like. (i like the idea that ginny would actually be a bit interested in being an auror, if only she'd been in of age and able to benefit from kingsley's hiring amesty after the battle). having ginny hover over the idea of being an unspeakable was particularly important for me, because i like the idea of the dept of mysteries being quite a formative space for her (i feel like all i do is say 'wait and see!' but... i have things to do and say with this dimension i swear!) graves is like, do what you want, babe, i don't care. i'm here for the pension, frankly

michael corner: 'surprise bitch!' - michael corner, probably. do i think michael and ginny were mates after the breakup end of ootp? no i do not. but i have always been so struck that ginny and michael must have actually spent a lot of very intense time together during DH as die-hards in the DA (michael is the only character we hear whose torture by the carrows after attempting to rescue a younger student is described as particularly severe, which i think suggests his level of commitment to the cause). readers will recall my open disdain for michael corner up til this point - i have described him as the jack berger of hogwarts quidditch, for my satc fans - but i'm afraid to say i have now decided i quite like him and am excited for him to rock up in person real soon. i think he's a know it all softboi but with a goodie core. also as a writer there's something quite refreshing about bringing in a character who is an ex who probably can see through some of ginny's shit by virtue of having spent a lot of time with her but no longer needing to/caring about impressing her, placating her or keeping her on side lol

hermione: alaskanastro left a comment that summed this up: 'Man, Hermione is really just doubling down on the whole "I'm going to try desperately to control something in life to feel like I'm in control even if it's my friend's life" isn't she? Or at least trying to'. yep, that's what she's doing! we still don't know all that hermione's going through, but this hit the nail on the head fr. i feel bad that this fic is ginny pov at this stage in its arc, because i think ginny sees hermione in a particular way rn (their final conversation in this chapter really speaking to these tensions - ginny does not want to feel mothered, at least not by hermione...), but these two have a long way to go to get to a point of mutual understanding. wanna write a meta on their friendship soon, hopefully will get chance to before i finish chapter 8. but anyway - wonder what's going on with her and ron... hope we find out soon... hope someone tells us... :) :) :)

everything but the ghoul: the dumbest pun, but had to use this joke in a chapter where ginny skips school (everything but the girl's most famous song is called 'missing'... get it)

songs from the playlist for this chapter:

girls getting grouchy and teenage in their feelings is the big ol mood this week:

the middle of the world - nicholas brittell | sidelines by phoebe bridgers | difficult by gracie abrams | simulation swarm by big thief | crisis by elizabeth m. drummond | delete forever - grimes | chinese satellite (copycat killer version) by phoebe bridgers

i did promise a sneak peek didn't i...

From the desk of the MINISTER OF MAGIC Whitehall, London Dear Ginny,  I hope you’re well. I’d like to meet with you on Saturday the 12th of December at 11 o’clock. It’s important that we’re discreet. Please vanish this letter after reading. Sincerely, Kingsley

Bill Weasley’s cool sexy mixtape for cool sexy guys

Mostly 80s punk, and noise pop/rock!

Track list:

1. Hey - Pixies

2. Touch Me I’m Sick - Mudhoney

3. Pepper - Butthole Surfers

4. Paper Cuts - Nirvana

5. Too Drunk to Fuck - Dead Kennedys

6. Dirty Boots - Sonic Youth

7. Sailin’ On - Bad Brains

8. Add It Up - Violent Femmes

9. Beat My Head Against the Wall - Black Flag

10. Some Weird Sin - Iggy Pop

+ more!

Other playlist:

Nymphadora Tonks, James Potter, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Fred and George Weasley, Sirius Black, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Severus Snape

Cover art link:

Now the last one, if you can. Do you watch the Euphoria series? I imagined a "fic" in which Ginny becomes addicted to drugs, because of the time she was possessed by Tom Riddle's diary, because of what she lived in her sixth year at Hogwarts with the Carrows, for having lost her brother and other loved ones, for having seen Harry dead and that all this has caused a great trauma in her, which makes her abuse drugs, have anxiety and depression. In this she throws it in the face of Harry, Ron and Hermione that they abandoned her when she needed it most... But in the end she manages to get back on her feet with the help of family, friends and Harry.

And to finish. A text or a fic that Ginny discovers an illness, like cancer. She starts to lose her hair, and Harry is always by her side and looking for a cure.

Sorry to ask so many things. I really enjoy reading your fics and texts. Thanks and again sorry for so many requests. Feel free to decline them. Thanks

I will do the other requests you sent, just allow me a little time. I've never seen Euphoria but the whole drug addiction I think needs more than a oneshot and I wouldn't do it justice so I didn't do that one. The second one I didn't use cancer specifically, since I think wizards simply would cure it differently. My mom also had cancer when I was a kid and I recently had a cancer scare myself so this hit a little too close to home. I also cried the whole way through writing this but I got through it!

TW: extreme weight loss due to medical condition

Harry had never used his fame and power for personal gain but today he had lost it. He had not cared that the Healers had cowered in fear as he raised his voice, he needed them to cure his wife. His wife, once so strong and athletic, now a ghost of herself, barely able to support her own weight. The Healers were moving too slowly, she wasn’t healing fast enough and fear gripped his heart, he was worried she was running out of time. She was barely forty, she was too young. She needed to see her children grow up and spend more sunlit days with him. He needed her to get better. 

He carried Ginny back into the house and put her down on the couch softly. She weighed next to nothing anymore, her glow faded. He hated seeing her like this. 

“Do you need anything?” he asked softly. 

She shook her head. “Just you.” 

He carefully sat next to Ginny on the couch and pulled her close. “I am always here.” He kissed the top of her head. “I am sorry I lost my patience today, I just need them to make you better.” 

“They’re trying their hardest, you know,” she said, her arms around his waist. 

“No, I know.” 

*** 

Several days later when her hair started to fall out, it broke his heart once more. They both decided it had to come off. The large plucks coming out were just too jarring. Harry carefully shaved her head, gently and patiently as tears rolled down both their cheeks. 

“I love you,” he said, crouched beside the chair she was sitting on as she rubbed her hands over her newly bald head. He needed her to hear it. No matter what happened, he would always love her. 

More tears rolled down her cheeks as she pressed her eyes close for a moment. Harry took the small mirror and waited for her to be ready to look. 

She took a deep breath and nodded. Harry turned the mirror to her. She sighed as she looked at herself and ran her hand over her head once more. 

“Still got it,” she said with a smile.

Harry sniffed. “Yeah, you do.” He put the mirror down and bent down. He kissed her bald head, down to her cheek and her neck, tenderly and lovingly. 

*** 

Ginny was sitting in the garden. The kids had come home for summer break. She was better. She wasn’t back to her old self just yet but she looked a hundred times healthier. She had gained quite some weight back and her cheeks were rosy once more. The pixie cut she was sporting suited her rather well. 

“James, if you don’t give the quaffle back to your sister right now, I will let Albus aim that bludger at your head,” she said firmly. 

“But mom-” he objected but when he saw his mother’s face, he quickly gave in. 

Harry sat down beside her on the bench. He took her hand and kissed it. “My beautiful wife.” 

“My handsome husband,” she said, her face glowing, her look fierce. 

James came up to them and sat down beside his mom and put his arms around her. As the oldest he seemed to have understood best how unwell she had been. “How are you feeling, mum?” he asked earnestly. 

“Better every day, Jamesy.” She ruffled his hair even though she knew he hated it, but he let her for once. 

“I want you to fly with us again,” he told her. 

“Soon. Your dad will fly with you,” she said, looking at Harry. 

“Dad? No, he is bad at quidditch!” James complained though he stood up and handed his father a broom. 

“What, I could have made professional if I wanted to!” Harry objected, looking at Ginny, eager to see her laugh. 

“Then why didn’t you?” James retorted. 

“And go up against your mum? Are you nuts? I would never live down the defeat!” He winked at her and hopped on the broom. She grinned back at him.

Hi sweet,

I am the same anon who asked you whether you picture Ginny as a skinny girl.

Just thought to share my view since you shared yours very friendly.

I imagine Ginny as not an athelete but a healer. So I am someone who view her as a bubbly girl. I thought you did too after reading your drabble.

In your fanarts, Ginny is not so skinny and very much feminine. I think these are the factors that attracts your fanarts to me. Usually I see people drawing Ginny very skinny and boyish with pixie cut and all ( like blvnk art's) but seeing yours was a fresh of air.

So yeah, not hate to other's fanarts and I want to tell you I love your fanarts and fanfic. Keep it up:))

oh anon, I'm happy! well girly ginny is my religion so i'm glad you like it too ahaha in that drabble it was purely about her having a different body from the women who would be in that party, and the type of body that society imposes I think as time went by Ginny became more confident, but I've written a few times about her having problems with her belly, because of her abdomen, but these are occasional things, I don't always write and when I write I try to do it less traumatica way --- even though many times the intention is for me to deal with my own trauma but I like your HC on her!

NSFW // paninny, dirty talk, masc bottom ginny x femme top pansy

Pansy gasped as she entered their bedroom. She caught her beloved girlfriend in the act of observing herself through a handheld mirror, but the gesture was not what baffled her.

Ginny's long, silky, fiery red hair was gone.

"Baby, you cut your hair!" she exclaimed.

The ginger briefly turned and grinned boyishly at Pansy, sliding her fingers through her pixie haircut, "How do I look?"

Pansy took her time to check the witch out, admiring how Ginny's new hairstyle perfectly framed her features, how it exposed the soft freckled skin on her neck that trailed down through her broad shoulders and further down to her lower back. Her favorite places to kiss and bury her teeth to.

Ginny had already been planning to cut her hair for the longest time, saying that keeping her long hair was an inconvenience now that she played Quidditch professionally. Ever the supportive partner, Pansy was pleased that her witch actually went through it and liked what she got.

"You're blushing," Ginny's smirk deepened as she pulled Pansy out of her oggling. "Don't drool on me now, Parkinson."

A brow was raised, intrigued, "Who's drooling?"

Pansy walked over to situate herself in between Ginny's legs who was conveniently already spread wide open. She grabbed the mirror from her hand and placed it on the nearest surface she could reach.

Her girlfriend was looking up at her, already dazed and flustered.

"My baby looks so proud with her new hair. So cute," Pansy cooed as her fingers played with soft ginger strands. "You have no idea what I want to do with you right now, Weasley."

Ginny audibly swallowed, "What?"

Pansy placed one of her heeled feet on the empty spot near Ginny's inner thighs, teasing but not quite touching.

"I want to make you squirm under me as I lick at your delicious neck. Then I will sit on your pretty face and grind against your little mouth as I hold on to this,"

Pansy roughly grabbed a handful of short red hair that made Ginny moan. She lightly pushed the tip of her heeled shoe against her center. "You won't even need my fingers. All you had to do was touch yourself, rub your aching little clit. I bet you would come just like that, hmm?"

"Please," she heard her restrained voice.

It was Pansy's turn to smirk, "Who's blushing now?"

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Wizard101/Pirate101 OC Template

Thanks to @save-the-spiral for the template! Isador and Ginny under the line.

Name: Isador Marie Nightingale Nicknames: Isa, Isis, My Love (Only by Malory) Pronouns:  She/Her Age & Birthday: 37 (Doesn’t Talk about her birthday) School/Class: Formly a Myth Sage/Witchdoctor Occupation: Pirate Captain/Smuggler Gender: Female Sexuality: Bi Hair Color/Style: Shoulder cut Auburn Eye Color: Blue Height: 5’6” Body Type: Curvy Distinguishing Marks (Tattoos, birthmarks, scars): Birthmarks on her hips, Clustered Freckles, Scar on her arm from a sword. Disabilities (Physical, Mental illnesses/disorders? How does it  effect their life, what aids do they use to function like  medication/mobility aids?): Anxiety: She has many comfort items from back home to ground her, including a carved necklace. Limp: She will use her staff as a cane. Allergies: Seasonal. Ethnicity: White/Irish Religion: Not really Cultural/Religious traditions they follow?:  She leaves offerings in the lands that she visits and treats the land with great respect. Languages: English/Gaelic World of Origin: Avalon World they live in now: Skull Island Social Class: Middle Relationships (platonic, familial, and/or romantic): Platonic: Most of her crew falls under this except Gaspard de Vole, He’s like an uncle. Enemies: Captain Avery, Kane’s Court, Morganthe Hobbies: Staff Carving, Gliding, Book Making, Cross Stitch Morality: Chaotic Neutral Fears: Being Buried Alive Character Flaws: Stubborn, Blunt Darkest Secret: She’s had a daughter and never told the father. Greatest Weakness: Her Loyalty to her crew Greatest Strength: Her navigational and sailing abilities. Bad Habits: Tendency to not go to sleep when she should. Pet Peeves: When people stare at her too long. Fashion style/Aesthetic: Valencian/Avalonian. Bits of armada soldiers refashioned with natural cloth. Pets: A Chameleon named: Rosie Mount/Ships: The Golden Immortal: An Aquilian Long Ship Favorite Weapon: Bishop’s Gears of War Favorite Food(s): Fresh Yum Do they follow the canon plot? How do they change it or react to it?: Mostly follows the cannon plot but she’s more determined to find El Dorado to make everything worth it. She’s almost kinda mortified at how little the other pirates care for the common folk. Do they have any goals?: She wants to fully repair her parents ship and permanently end the Armada. -------------

Wizard101/Pirate101 OC Template Name: Genevieve Watcher Nicknames: Ginny. Pronouns:  She/Her Age & Birthday: Just turned 16 School/Class: Death School with studies into Ice and Life Occupation: Student/Professional Savior of the Spiral Gender: Female Sexuality: Questioning Hair Color/Style: Pixie Cut Black Eye Color: Green Height: 5’5” Body Type: Stick Distinguishing Marks (Tattoos, birthmarks, scars):Birthmark on her back that looks like a lighting bolt Disabilities (Physical, Mental illnesses/disorders? How does it  effect their life, what aids do they use to function like  medication/mobility aids?): She’s got troubles maintaining her iron levels and a healthy weight. She keeps iron supplements on her as well as snacks. Allergies: Seasonal Ethnicity: ??? (She doesn’t know. She’s just kinda pale) Religion: None. Cultural/Religious traditions they follow?:  Common Holiday ones as well as tending to graves to appease spirits. Languages: English World of Origin: (Techinally: Avalon but) Wizard City World they live in now: Karamelle Social Class: Middle Lower Relationships (platonic, familial, and/or romantic): Platonic: Malorn Ashthorn and Mellori. Familial: Most of her Bio Family is Dead but her adoptive mother: Lauren Grace and Charles Grace. Enemies: Scorpion and Rat Hobbies: Staff Carving, Knitting, Painting and Gardening Morality: Chaotic Good Fears: Dying, Enclosed Spaces Character Flaws: Naivety, A little to willing to not come to violence. Darkest Secret: She didn’t want to kill Morganthe and part of her wanted to pull her out of that darkness. Greatest Weakness: Her Optimism Greatest Strength: Strength with Spiritual Magic Bad Habits: Picks at her nails and hair. Pet Peeves: Micro management. Fashion style/Aesthetic: Avalon style of the druids. Pets: Small scrappy griffon, Miss Roxy Mount/Ships: Skates (Preferably, Roller Skates but ya know) Favorite Weapon: Wyrd Oak Staff Favorite Food(s): Apple Pie Do they follow the canon plot? How do they change it or react to it?: She follows the current canon plot up to the end of arc 2 and by the end of arc 2, she’s feeling very much like she can’t do much to actually save people no matter how hard she tries. Do they have any goals?: Her goal is to learn more about her parents and also one day find her mom.

“Yeah, size is no guarantee of power. Look at Ginny."

(Instagram @potterbyblvnk)

hp update: finished order of the phoenix, halfway thru halfblood prince

Ginny Weasley with a pixie cut?? Yes sir

Ginevra (Italian name)

- white shadow, white wave

Haircut ✂~Linny~Fanfiction

(Headcanon of mine where Luna wants to explore her uniqueness, and she gives herself a haircut, and this surprises Ginny)

Luna’s P.O.V. I brushed, and brushed, and BRUSHED, in frustration. I let out a long winded sigh, showing that I was clearly at my limit. Having long hair means having the short end of the stick. Bad hair days, hair gets caught in EVERYTHING! Tangles and untameable rats are the worst part. I let one frustrated loose again to clear my massive headache that came from playing tug-a-war with my own head. I kept brushing, separating each piece, gently trying not to rip my curly hair out of it’s roots, like a mandrake, I suppose. With one last tug, my brush had gotten caught again! Ooh, and right next to my favorite radish earrings! That was a close call. I sighed, pulling my brush out, deciding, I was done. Time for something new. I pulled my enchanted scissors from the bottom of my trunk. My mum had enchanted them for me when I was little, the handle was golden, with my name lightly etched in, with a crescent moon right next to it. On the back was writing from her mom. It read; To my precious moony Lovegood, may these scissors do your will my dear. Love, Mummy Lovegood♡ I wiped a couple of tears from my eyes, placing the scissors on the bathroom floor. “Do your best, Mummy.” I took a breath. I normally wouldn’t trust myself with haircuts, but now was the time. I watched the scissors float gently to the air, sharp edges looking sharper, as the handle opened. I closed my eyes, letting it snip, bit by bit. It felt slightly relaxing in a way. This was quite relaxing. I soon drifted off into a pleasant sleep. >>Italics>> “Mummy! Mummy please! Please cut my hair again please!” A little girl with white blond hair was jumping around excitedly, giggling, twirling a very twisty looking wand around. “Again Luna? Lordy, what am I going to do with you!” She said gently taking the wand from the 7-year-olds small pale hand. She ran her hands delicately through her daughter’s hair. Luna shifted in her small toddler stool. “Luna, sit still! What’s got you so jumpy today?” Luna his her smile and giggled. “When do I get to wear your earrings, mum?” She said stirring slightly, still holding on to the rickety old stool. “When your old enough to head off to Hogwarts. And when you get homesick, you’ll have a piece of home with you, a piece of me.” Luna stared into her mum’s reflection. She was quite beautiful. She had the same pale, almost ghostly like skin. Her hair was cut short, into a pixie cut, sweeping over her eye, hanging right above the tip-top of her ear. A little bit of curl was left on the the opposite of her head, and right above that curl was shaved, short hair. Yes, she had shaved one side of her head. Seemed like everyone did it these days. Her mom had a very caring gentle smile, blue eyes that sparkled like a lake, smile lines marking around her mouth. She looked like Luna in a way. Luna had been looking in the mirror for so long, she had forgotten about her mom, snipping off dead ends of hair. Little 7 year old Luna, couldn’t tell much of a difference, but she loved it anyways. She spun around, giving her mom a hug, whilst whispering; “I love you Mummy.” “Love you too Luna. Don’t ever forget a Mother’s love,” She said stoking her hair gently.“ →→♔←← Luna then awoke from her daze, it was like her eyelids were glued together. She saw all of her long tangled hair on the floor. She looked in the mirror. All of the length was cut off, leaving one side shaved, and the rest fluffy and curly one the side. She then drew her wand, uttering a spell, leaving a sky blue streak in her hair. She looked just like her mom. Not what she had intended, but the scissors knew what to do. “Thank you.” She muttered dreamily. The scissors tilted forward as if it were nodding. Luna admired her fluffy pixie cut. She wondered what Ginny would think. Surprised? Shocked? Would she love it? She had to see Ginny’s reaction immediately! She ran out of her common room, getting looks from every direction, and hearing words such as “Loony’s got a haircut!” And, “Nice haircut Luna!” She took these as nice remarks, continuing to skip along the hallways, all the way to the quidditch pitch. Ginny was just going around patting her teammates on the back, giving out congratulations to the 2nd years who still seemed to be learning. She stood there, admiring her girlfriend, she was so friendly with everyone, no matter who, and Luna admired that. She smiled, watching Ginny’s beautiful long red tousled fell to her shoulders after she took out her ponytail. Ginny then finally locked eyes with her, she saw her eyes light up for a second, and then she caught sudden surprise. “Luna!” She run up to her. She pressed one hand to Luna’s cheek, and bent over to give her a kiss on the cheek. “You cut your hair… Your beautiful long hair…” She said running her hand through it slowly. “It was a long time coming, but it was getting bothersome.” Luna admitted, her hand meeting Ginny’s. “Well, it suits you, but I didn’t think you’d go for a pixie cut!” Luna gave a gentle smile. “The scissors chose, I suppose it was a good choice.” Ginny furrowed her brow. “Scissors?” “My mom gave me enchanted scissors after she passed…” Ginny pulled her into a hug. “Luna, I’m so sorry….” Luna embraced her, “Thanks Ginny, I’m glad you care about me.” “Of course I do, I love you.” “I love you too Ginny.”

Three can stretch a secret - F.W & G.W

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader x George Weasley Part 2/3

Part 1, Part 3, Masterlist, Request rules

Warnings: polyamory, fluff.

You were two months away from finishing Hogwarts and if it wasn’t for your boyfriends, Fred and George, you’d be drowning. The workload became more intense, your exams were the hardest you ever had to sit and you had no idea what you were going to do with your future.

Sleeping in the library your head rested on an open book.

“Wake up sleeping beauty,” Fred whispered into your ear, pulling you out of your dreams.

George on the other side of you whispered “Yeah, wake up love. You’re going to be late for our date in Hogsmeade.”

Opening your eyes you sat up fast, your hair a mess and the circles around your eyes getting deeper and darker. Guilt and worry pooled into your stomach.

“Freddie, Georgie - I’m so sorry, these exams are just crushing me and I’m so-”

“Now, now” George cut you off “stop apologising and go and get yourself ready.”

Fred closed your open books and piled them up in a flash “you’ve got fifteen minutes.” he smirked.

Running as fast as your legs could carry you, you pushed past Ginny and Hermione up the stairs, crashing into your dorm room to get yourself dolled up.

“What has gotten into her!” Hermione hissed, clutching her shoulder.

Ginny shook her head “one of the twins will know, whichever one she is dating this week.” 

“What do you mean, this week?” Hermione’s eyes pierced into Ginny’s.

Ginny sighed and pulled Hermione away from the growing and busy crowd, “One week she’s all over Fred, kissing in the library - the next she’s with George, kissing him elsewhere.”

Hermione paused for a moment, a plan springing into her head.

Today’s date certain helped you feel more at ease about everything, you were able to let your hair down and have a good time, you didn’t have to worry about being late to class or not doing an overdue assignment - you didn’t have to turn things down yet when it came to your love life, but unfortunately, people were getting suspicious.

Sitting in The Three Broomsticks with Fred and George, the three of you enjoyed your butterbeer and talked openly about what the rest of the day would entail. 

“So after here, I’m going to treat you to whatever you fancy from Honey Dukes - to bring you some cheer whilst you study” smiled Fred.

“and after that, you and I will go for a nice walk around the Quidditch pitch, catching the beginning of the sunset before dinner.” George wrapped his arm around you.

“and then it’ll be Georgie and I helping you with your job applications.” Fred took a sip of his beer. 

“Oh boys... this is so kind of you, I can’t thank you enough-”

“Don’t thank us, sweetheart.” George kissed your head.

“It’s what boyfriends do.” Fred rested his hand on your knee under the table.

“I just can’t understand, is she with Fred or George?” Hermione stressed, walking through Hogsmeade.

Ron stayed silent for a moment whilst Harry and Ginny tried to think of an answer that made sense, that wouldn’t slander you.

“unless she’s with both of them” Ron blurted out, staring into space.

“Oh Ronald don't be so-” Hermione’s eyes widened “wait she could-” her eyes fell on you as Fred held your hand, walking you to the heaven of all sweetshops.

Harry and Ginny turned around, watching the two of you walking and giggling hand in hand. 

“We’ll follow them” Ginny spoke up “Come on, Harry.”

Despite all the years you had spent at Hogwarts and the many trips you took to Hogsmeade, today was the first time you had ever stepped foot into Honey Dukes and you were overwhelmed with excitement. You didn’t know where to look or what to pick up first, shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets screamed your name.  

Harry and Ginny watched and listened closely and Harry cursed under his breath for not having his invisibility cloak.

“So what do you fancy, love?” Fred smiled, his heart warming from your excitement - feeling excited himself to share this memory with George.

“Fred but you don’t have much-”

Fred chuckled “I’ll be made of money soon enough love, George too; now pick what you’d like.” 

You bit your lip, giving in to Fred’s kind offers. “I’ll take some honey-coloured toffees, pixie puffs... and some crystallised pineapple, please, if that’s okay.”  

Fred adored how shy you were, leaving the shop your arms were cradling the many bags and boxes of sweets you did (and didn’t) ask for, you felt so lucky that you boyfriend had gone out of his way to spoil you. 

Harry and Ginny reunited with a very stressed out Hermione and an even more stressed out Ron, explaining everything they saw, thinking nothing of it and deciding to head back to Hogwarts. 

George smiled widely seeing how happy you were, you ran into his arms and cuddled him, his scent comforting you. 

Pulling away from the tight embrace you laced your hand with George’s.

“How was your date?” he smiled, the two of you walking around the Quidditch pitch, the beautiful amber sky beaming down on you.

You blushed and giggled, thinking of Fred carrying all of your goodies. “Amazing, Honey Dukes is incredible! - Fred has his hands full!”

George laughed and stopped in the middle of the empty pitch, a picnic blanket rested on the floor. “Sit” George smiled, sitting down.

You blushed and sat with him, the two of you cuddling decided to lay down and cloud gaze. 

Listening to Hermione whine, Ron suddenly stopped in his tracks upon seeing you and George in the distance, laughing and kissing.

“Look” he pointed towards the two of you, feeling angry.

Hermione grabbed Ron, threatening to curse him if he didn’t calm down “we’ll confront her tonight - in front of the twins, she’ll have no choice but to come clean!”

For the first time in history, dinner time felt uneasy for you and the twins were getting annoyed. Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Harry took it upon themselves to be sarcastic and rude towards you and they took it in turns insulting and giving you the odd glare. 

“What is your problem?” George glared at Ron and Ginny.

Fred glared at Harry and Hermione “and yours?”

Ron glared back, “You’ll know soon enough” stuffing his face with turkey.

You, Fred and George sat on the sofa in the empty common room, engulfed by the warmth of the fire, their arms around you whilst you wrote up a job application.

“Who is this even for?” you asked, rereading your application. 

“well-” before Fred could answer, the four spies walked into the common room.

“Go on then” Ron glared, walking over and standing in front of you “are you going to tell us why you’re using my brothers?”

You felt like you had the wind knocked out of you, Fred and George glanced at one another, your secret now bursting at the seams. 

“Ron, this isn’t whatever you think it is.” you tried to defend yourself.

“Oh don’t be silly, y/n.” Hermione butted in “we’ve seen you, we’ve been watching you all day.”

The rug had been pulled from under your feet, you put your head in your hands for a moment and let out a big sigh. 

“Is it time to tell them?” you asked your two boyfriends.

They looked at one another and back to you, both nodding.

“Yeah,” Fred said quietly.

“we’re ready, love.” George encouraged you.

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What your Harry Potter ship says about you

Part 1/??

Harry x Ginny

You were a big fan of the books and like fun in a relationship. Most likely to catch feels for your friends.

Ron x Hermione

You’re probably a sucker for a partner that can make you laugh. Loves the beginning of relationships but has no idea what to do once in them.

Harry x Hermione

You probably saw all the movies before reading the books. You like balance in a relationship and probably think Emma Watson is hot.

Ron x Harry

Friends to lovers but make it ✨gay✨. You enjoy a good bromance but also... actual romance. Most likely to say ‘no homo’ when it is in fact homo.

Harry x Draco

You believe that behind every good rivalry is sexual tension. Most likely to kiss a guy that squares up to you. Also, a big fan of opposites attract.

Draco x Pansy

You love a good power couple. Think that JK did a shit job of representing Slytherins. Can rock a bob/pixie cut.

Pansy x Hermione

Drarry but make it ✨lesbian✨.

Draco x Hermione

Most likely to enter a toxic relationship. People pleaser, but lowkey angry about it. Also, kinda freaky in bed.

Ginny x Luna

Believe in lesbian power couples. Probably chaotic bi that would date one or both of them.

Ron x Blaise

Likes a world in which everyone is gay. Ships Drarry and Pansmione so Blaron was the next logical step.

parallels

SUMMARY: history seems to have a habit of repeating itself when elanora snape overhears a conversation between harry potter, the boy she fancies, and his friends. 

PAIRINGS: one sided Harry X fem!oc/Snape’s daughter

kinda angsty. hope you all enjoy!

“Elanora Snape and Harry Potter.” Slughorn called, confirming what Elanora had been hoping against. 

He kept pairing others together, but all Elanora focused on was that her always unfortunate luck had put her with Harry Potter. Not only was the boy awful at Potions, but her father despised him which meant they didn’t exactly get along. 

Slughorn instructed them to go to their assigned partners. Elanora trudged along to where Harry sat, her heart beating in her chest.

Ron Weasley was whispering something to Harry, abruptly cutting himself off when she arrived. He didn’t give her more than a disapproving look, and she felt her lip lift in a sneer as he did so.

She sat down gingerly in her chair, tying back her long black hair with her nimble fingers. Harry nodded to her, pulling out his Potions book.

“Right, so we’re meant to make a poison antidote,” Harry stated awkwardly, running a hand through his unruly black hair. “Would you like to choose the Potion, or should I?”

“I can.” she offered quietly, sliding out of her seat. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked to the front of the room.

She plucked a glittering pink potion, recognizing it as a particularly deadly poison that, once ingested, ripped apart the person's insides. Holding it in her hand, she walked back to Harry, who was studying his Potions book intently with a frown on his face.

“All we’ll have to do is neutralize the acromantula venom in this,” she held out the vial. “And it shouldn’t be poisonous any more.”

“Brilliant,” Harry looked up, seeming disappointed in something. “Well, let’s have at it then.”

They set to work, talking only to discuss possible ingredients. Normally Elanora would be much more focused during a Potions lesson, as it was nearly second nature to her with her father being Potions master, but she kept getting distracted by how brilliantly green Harry’s eyes were. The light would catch them in the most spectacular of ways, sending different shades of green throughout the iris. 

He kept running a hand through his hair, his long fingers messing up the already untidy strands. His jaw would clench in frustration every so often, and he would grip his book tightly, making the taught muscles in his forearms pop. Elanora found herself watching his every move subtly, swallowing hard and flushing whenever he would seem to catch her.

“Do I have something on my face?” Harry questioned suddenly, wiping at his cheek.

“Oh,” Elanora flushed, tapping her finger tips against the table. “No, I don’t think so.”

Harry made a noncommittal noise, eyeing her out of the side of his eyes. She resumed looking through her textbook, reprimanding herself for staring so heavily. He was just so beautiful.

Harry’s luck in Potions had seemed to run out as well. For whatever reason, Hermione Granger was smug about the fact. It made Elanora angry to see the bushy haired girl nearly euphoric at the sight of Harry and her failing to find the correct antidote.

As Elanora added pixie tears to the possible antidote, Harry suddenly stood from his chair and hurried over towards the supply closet. Her breath caught in her throat as she found herself mesmerized by his movements once more, and she quickly shook her head. There was no need for her to revisit her carefully hidden crush on Harry Potter. It was a fact that she had hidden from everyone else.

“This should do it,” Harry held out his hand, revealing a Bezoar in his grasp. “Think it’ll slide with Slughorn?”

A laugh escaped Elanora’s lips. “It just might. A bit bold of you, I must say.”

“Well, I would never try this with your dad,” Harry said offhandedly, setting the Bezoar down. “I’m sure he would have-” he abruptly cut himself off, as though he had just realized who he was speaking to.

“He probably would have spit in your face, and taken fifty house points from Gryffindor.” Elanora finished for him, a slight grin on her face. She knew her father could be an arse. That was the only side he ever showed at Hogwarts. He was a touch better at home, away from all the eyes.

Harry let out a started laugh, shaking his head as he eyed her appraisingly. “Yeah, he would have.”

His smile caused her tummy to begin performing an acrobatics routine. He was so handsome. Why did he have to be so handsome?

Much to Hermione Granger’s dislike, the Bezoar went over supremely well with Slughorn. Harry’s grin at the teacher's approval made Elanora grin herself.

 From the moment of their pairing in Potions class, Elanora and Harry became more 

cordial. It made the crush she harbored for the green eyed boy blossomed into full blown fancying. Her sixth year was already hard on her. Her best friend Draco had suddenly decided he no longer wanted to associate with her due to something going on with her dad. She wasn’t able to figure what exactly it was. 

Harry had become the highlight of her year.

They were walking together after Potions, discussing the lesson. Usually he walked with Harry and Ron, so the fact that he was walking with her had her heart fluttering in her chest like a caged bird.

Harry was recounting a story from earlier in the year when he had mouthed off to her father, saying he needn’t call him sir. It was funny hearing Harry’s perspective, as she had already heard it from her father. Harry had grown more comfortable complaining about her father with her, as she had made it clear that she understood her father wasn’t perfect and definitely targeted Harry. She wasn’t quite sure why.

“Hey, Harry!” 

Ginny Weasley appeared from the crowd. She didn’t spare a glance towards Elanora, instead smiling widely at Harry. 

Harry was smiling back. He suddenly tugged at his shirt, running a hand through his hair. He had a look in his eye that was unmistakable. It was the look Elanora found herself giving him more often than not. 

Her heart sank.

“Oh, hi Ginny,” Harry beamed, before glancing down at Elanora. “Mind if I catch up with you later?”

“No problem,” she forced a smile on her face, her throat constricting. “See you around.”

Harry smiled at her, and walked off with the beautiful redhead. Elanora’s face began to crumble, and she hurried along the hallway with her head down. She didn’t need to cry over something as trivial as this.

Later that evening, she resolved herself to speak with Harry. Maybe, if she told him how she felt, he would feel the same. She knew Ginny was dating Dean Thomas anyways. Besides, she had to admit she was fairly emotionally invested in Harry at this point. For all she knew, the interaction he and Ginny shared may have been entirely friendly, but her mind hadn’t allowed her to see that.

She had recalled him saying he was going to the library with Ron and Hermione this evening. She could walk in there, and ask to speak with Harry alone. Surely, with any luck, he would feel the same way. She had to hold onto that hope.

The library was huge, but she found the trio fairly quickly. Her heart swelled when she saw Harry’s unruly hair, but the words coming from Ron’s mouth made her falter in her step, and hide behind a bookcase as she eavesdropped on their conversation.

“So, Gin said you were walking with Snape after class,” the redhead let out a laugh. “Gin thinks she fancies you.”

“Elanora?” Harry questioned, straightening up in his chair.

Her interest was undoubtedly peaked now. A smile crossed her face, perhaps she was about to get her answer without asking him herself. Maybe Ron Weasley wasn’t a complete idiot. 

“Yeah mate,” Ron sounded humourous. “Anything you want to tell us?”

“No,” Harry said quickly. “No way I’d ever be with a Snape. Don’t think I could ever get over the nose.”

The three bust out laughing. The words stabbed deep into Elanora’s heart.

“That’s a bit harsh, Harry,” Hermione reprimanded between giggles. “But I do see what you mean.”

“Hard not to, innit?” Ron joked, his laughter subsiding. They laughed again, before moving onto another topic. 

With tears welling in her eyes, Elanora backed away. She wasn’t as careful as she should have been, and she knocked into the bookcase behind her, causing a few books to tumble to the floor with a crash.

The trio looked behind them, their faces reminiscent of a deer caught in headlights. Elanora felt her tears slipping down her cheeks in a steady stream, and she turned on her heel, leaving the books on the ground. 

The few students she passed in the hallway gave her odd looks as she clambered through the hall to her common room. Her chest ached and her throat was tight, but she made it to her room before she completely fell to pieces. 

She was so stupid. Why had she even entertained the thought of Harry liking her back?

Something inside of her shifted and cracked. Her sadness gave way to a burning pit of anger that settled in her throat. She wanted nothing more than to hurt them the way they had hurt her. But did she want to go that far?