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cutielando · 4 months

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Can I have oneshots for Theodore nott and reader when he finds out that their daughter is constantly bullied at school?

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Pairing: Theodore Nott x Wife!Reader x Daughter

School can be tough. That was a given. Especially if you end up being a Slytherin.

Theodore knew that better than anyone. Being a Slytherin himself, also being friends with the infamous Draco Malfoy always attracted some unwanted attention.

Most of the other students knew not to mess with him, but there was still the occasional bully who didn't give a shit and picked on him anyhow.

Because of that, he never wanted his kids to experience the kind of pain he went through when he was younger. He did everything in his power to make sure your children were safe and happy at school.

Oh, how wrong he was.

He didn't notice the signs early on, but you did.

Y/D/N was more distant than usual, spending an awful lot of her time in her room when she was home for the holidays and summer break, her letters always failed to mention any of her school friends and the atmosphere there, she was sadder and lost the spark that she always used to have in her eyes.

Thinking it could be something serious, you decided to talk to your husband about it.

"Tesoro?' you asked him one night as you entered your shared bedroom and saw his under the covers, reading a new book he had purchased the previous day.

"Yes, amore?" he put the book aside as you sat next to him, giving you his full attention.

"Can we talk about something?" you were nervous, you didn't even know how to approach this subject with Theo.

"Of course we can, amore. What's bothering you?" he took your hand in his, drawing soothing circles on the back of your palm.

"I'm worried about Y/D/N" you confessed.

His eyebrows were scrunched, not understanding where you were coming from.

"Why? Did something happen?"

"I don't know. She's just...different. She hasn't been herself in a while, she's always in her room, she barely eats or talks to us, her letters seem downright robotic and she's just not the same girl we know her as anymore. I'm worried something might be happening over at the school" you explained.

You felt Theo's hand that was holding yours tense up, stopping the movements.

You looked up and saw that his jaw was clenched, he was fuming and looking at a fixated point on the wall of your bedroom.

"Do you think someone might be making fun of her? Bullying her?" his voice was low and tense, making you sigh and shrug your shoulders.

"I don't know, but I think maybe we should talk to her. You should talk to her, you know she'll open up to you a lot faster than me" Theo nodded at that, numerous thoughts running through his mind.

Y/D/N had always been a daddy's girl ever since she was little and you were okay with that. Your younger son was a mama's boy, so it evened the scales a little bit.

You knew that Y/D/N would open up to your husband and you hoped that the problem wasn't as bad as you felt it was.

"I'll talk to her"

Come the next day at breakfast, Theo turned to your daughter as soon as you and your son left the kitchen to go to the living room.

"Y/D/N, love, I wanted to talk to you about something" he started and put his hand over hers.

"What is it?" she was avoiding eye contact with her father, which happened very rarely when they would talk.

Theo put a hand under her chin, slowly lifting up her face so she could look at him.

Her eyes had lost their sparkle, now void of any emotion and tired.

"What is bothering you, vita mia?" Theo asked, brushing his finger over her cheek.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, wanting to let the pair talk in private. You instead focused all of your attention on your son, who was more than content to have his beloved mother's attention on him.

"Nothing, dad" Y/D/N tried to shrug Theo off, but he was having none of that.

"Stella, don't push me away. Your mother and I are very worried about you. You haven't been yourself for a while and it's concerning us. What is wrong, vita mia?"

Just one look into her father's eyes and she was sobbing, letting herself fall into his arms and clinging to him.

Your heart broke when you heard your little girl sob, taking everything in you not to run in there and scoop her up in your arms to reassure her that everything would be okay.

"I hate them, dad" Y/D/N whispered once her sobs had calmed down a little.

"Who do you hate, stella?" he was trying to keep his anger in check, his blood boiling at the thought of anyone hurting his princess.

"Everyone at school. They all make fun of me for being a Slytherin and they bully me because their parents hate you and now they say they're supposed to hate me too. I'm just so tired of always being the one getting hurt over there" the young girl finally confessed, her words breaking Theo's heart.

He pulled away from the hug, instead opting to take her face in his hands.

"Y/D/N, listen to me. Nobody, and I mean nobody, is allowed to make you feel bad or think any less about yourself. You are perfect, mi stella. You hung my moon and stars from the day you were born and both your mother and I know that you're destined for great things and a bright future. Never listen to what anyone else has to say about you when you know the truth about yourself. Do you understand?" the girl nodded, giving her father a small smile.

"I love you, dad" she said before kissing his cheek, hugging his body once again.

"I love you more, vita mia"

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slaymybreathaway · 9 months

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WASTELAND, BABY! [chapter one]

Chapter List Prologue Masterlist

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: language, mentions of underage drinking and drug use

A/n: hopefully this isn't as shit as I think it is 😭

1st Sep 1994▪︎ King's Cross Station

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Irish Slang Dictionary:

Eejit - idiot, fool

Nicked - stole, robbed

You 'right? - Are you alright?/ Are you ready to go?

To cop - to realise

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One of the best places in the world to people-watch is King's Cross Statiion on a weekday morning, because you're guaranteed to see something different each time.

For example, if someone were to take a look around the station at 10:45 this morning, they might see things like:

Two old men playing cards at one of the tables of Costa Coffee, a young busker performing a cover of Hotel California by The Eagles as people stop and throw their spare change into the empty guitar case infront of her, and two Irish teenagers, hurrying through the station, shouting at eachother.

"It's your bloody fault if train leaves without us!" Y/n accused, glaring over her shoulder at her brother.

"Eh, How is this my fault?!" Seamus asked. The boy was walking fast but struggling to keep up with his sister, as he had to push the luggage trolley that held both of their trunks.

This was the first year that the twins had to head off to school without their parents, since neither of them could get off work today and it seemed like everything that could've gone wrong, did.

"Seamus, you were the reason we had to go back to the house in the first place. What kind of eejit forgets their wand?" She rolls her eyes, quickening her pace even futher.

"An eejit who's sister nicked half his braincells in the womb," he replied under his breath as the pair finally arrived at the wall separating platform 9 and 10.

The twins stood infront of the wall and gave eachother a knowing look. They have gone forward and back through this passage nearly 20 times, but they still didn't trust that they wouldn't crash into hard bricks. "Rock, Paper, Scissors!" They both said in unison, turning towards eachother.

"Ugh fuck sake!" Seamus cried, after his rock lost to Y/n's paper. The boy took a deep breath, quickly blessed himself in the shape of the cross (a habit he had picked up from his muggle granny) and took a running start at the wall, pushing the luggage trolley infront of him.

Y/n watched as her brother disappeared just as he reached the brick wall and waited a few seconds. Then, she wiped her hands on the sides of her Levi's jeans and ran towards the wall, closing her eyes as she braced herself for the contact.

When she opened them again, she was met with the bustling crowd of platform 9¾. Some were parents, who stood waving to their kids as they boarded the Hogwarts Express. Others were students who ran straight to their friends that they haven't seen in three months, greeting them in a hug. She took in her surroundings for a moment before a voice brought her back to reality.

"You 'right?" Seamus asked, putting his hands on his hips impatiently. 'You were the one rushing, now you're not bloody moving at all' he thought.

"Yeah, let's go," y/n smiled, for the first time that day. As led the way to the train door, excitement took over her. She was finally going to see everyone she had been missing.

Y/n hopped in the train first, taking both of the trunks from her brother as he passed them up, along with the crate that held her cat, Lynott.

"See, I knew we wouldn't miss the train," Seamus smirked as he climbed into the train. He took great enjoyment in annoying his sister, it was what kept him from being bored all summer.

"Alright Zoltar, sure you did," Y/n rolled her eyes in response."You off to find Dean, then?"

"Yup, see you at dinner" Seamus bent down and picked up his trunk, before disappeared down the hallway of the train carriage.

Y/n stacked her cat crate on top of her trunk and carried them as she walked the opposite way down the train. After no sight of her friends what-so-ever for good ten minutes, her arms were starting to get numb. It felt like they were going to fall of if she didn't put her things down quickly.

The girl looked into the compartment on her left and saw a tall boy wearing a patterned sweater, putting his luggage onto the overhead shelves. He was listening to a walkman that was clipped into the waistband of his dark denim jeans. His dark, overgrowd hair covered the side of his face, so she couldn't tell who it was.

Y/n put down her trunk onto the seat opposite the boy. "Hey would you mind if I put left these here while I find my friends? They're way too heavy to carry," she admitted.

It was only when the boy turned around, did she realise who she was talking to.

"Neville!" The girl's eyes lit up at the sight of her friend and she jumped at him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug.

As soon as Neville had heard the soft Irish accent of the girl he hadn't stopped thinking about, he turned around. What he wasn't expecting was for her to come flying towards him at top speeds.

"Woah," he stumbled backwards, he placed his hands on Y/n's waist to stabalise himself. His face burned red at the proximity and he akwardly wrapped his arms around her. The pair stood like that for a few seconds until Y/n pulled away.

"How was- you alright? You're a bit red," She asked, her hands still resting on his shoulders.

Neville nodded and cleared his throat before speaking. "Y-yeah, 'M fine,"

Y/n shrugged off his odd behaviour. She turned away to close the compartment door, trying to block out the sound of hundreds of conversations, before sitting down on the seat opposite Neville.

"To be honest, I didn't even cop that it was you for a minute," she admitted, opening Lynott's crate. "You look different... in a good way, like. You're taller than me now and your hair-"

"No, don't remind me about the hair," Neville interrupted, putting both hands ontop of his head to cover is hair. "I hate it,"

Y/n let out a laugh. "Well I don't. It makes you look like a rockstar,"

The boy smiled widely at the compliment, but y/n was too busy watching as her black-haired cat stretched on the chair beside her.

Her mother had bought the pet for her as a present at the start of first year (she didn't trust that Seamus would be able keep an animal alive so she bought him a new broomstick, instead). Y/n had named him Lynott after Phil Lynott, the front man of the Irish rock band 'Thin Lizzy'.

"Aw, I missed him," Neville admitted. He leaned forward in his chair to scratch behind the cat behind his ears. The feline closed his eyes and purred in comfort before hopping off the chair. The animal climbed onto Neville's lap and curled up into a ball. This was odd, seen as Lynott usually refused to leave Y/n's side.

"Looks like he missed you too," she smiled before admitting "We both did,"

Neville shyly smiled. His mind flooding with thoughts.

'She missed me.

She was thinking of me during the summer.

Obviously not as much as I thought of her, but still.

She missed me.'

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A half an hour after the train departed, the door of Y/n and Neville's compartment was flung open by two tall, redheaded boys.

"Just the two people we were looking for!" Fred exclaimed walking in like the owned the place, before sitting down beside Y/n "Alright Finnegan," he asked, slinging an arm over the girl's shoulder.

The action wasn't unusual. Y/n spends a few weeks visiting Ginny at the Burrow every summer break, and during that time she had become very close friends with all of her brothers.

"Alright, Freddie. Heya Georgie," she greeted both of the boys.

"Alright Lucky," George responded with a cheeky smile. He had been calling her that nickname ever since they had met, in reference to 'the luck of the Irish'. He knew that it annoyed her too, which is why he says it all the time.

"I told you to stop calling me that," y/n rolled her eyes with a smile. "What're you guys doing here, causing trouble I assume?"

"Just sorting party stuff. Are you still good to DJ, y/n?" George asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe.

"Of course!" The girl replied, buzzzing with excitement.

The Hogwarts parties were a thing of legend. There were 2 big parties a year: Halloween night and the last night before everyone went home for summer. These parties were held in the Room of Requirement, and only 3rd years and above were invited.

Everyone that attended these parties, partied hard. Firewhiskey, sound system, strobe lights, the lot! Since most of the professors attended these parties when they were students, they turned a blind eye.

Smaller parties were thrown in the winning team's common room after a quiddich match. Students of all ages in that house could attend these parties because they were usually more tame.

For the bigger parties, the resident DJ was Dodgy Dan. Dan was a muggleborn Hufflepuff from Belfast who always worked at a record shop during his summer break, so he was always the first one to get his hands on the new muggle dance lps. The guy was a brilliant DJ, he always seemed to know exactly which tracks to fade into eachother, the problem was that he had a habit of not turning up (pronably due to the fact that he was always stoned). This is where he got the his nickname.

Last June, Dodgy Dan passed his N.E.W.T.S, after his second attempt, so the Weasley twins took it upon theirselves to find a suitable replacement for him over the summer. When they went to the Quiddich World Cup final a few weeks ago and heard the tunes blaring out of the Finnegan family's tent, they knew they had hit the jackpot.

"I have big shoes to fill," y/n let out a nervous chuckle. She had only been attending the parties since last year, so she still wasn't exactly sure how they worked.

Almost as if he sensed her worry, Fred pulled her in close to him. "Listen y/n/n, you're gonna be fine. As long as you turn up, you'll already be doing loads better than Dan,"

George glanced over at Neville, as he hadn't heard him speak the whole time that they were there, and saw him staring at Fred's hand placement around y/n's shoulders. 'Didn't know Longbottom liked Irish girls' he chuckled at the thought and made a mental note to tell Fred later.

"Speaking of Dan," Fred's head perked up, with a smile. "Since he's gone, we need to find a new way to access plants,"

"Which brings us to you," George crossed his arms with a smile. Both of the twins turned their attention towards Neville.

"M-me?" His gaze flitting between Fred and George, nervously. "What do you need me for?"

"Well, you're one of the only students that has a copy of the key to the greenhouses," George pointed out.

It was then that y/n realised what they meant by plants. "Lads, I really don't think that he's the right person to-"

"Well, the only plants I can get for you are the left over mandrakes from when that baskilisk was petrifiying people. Anything else and Professor Sprout will notice that it's missing," Neville explained, confused in their sudden interest in Herbology.

The twins looked at eachother in disappointment and were about to politely decline until he added. "Oh but make sure not to eat the root. It's a hallucinogenic,"

Y/n watched as Fred and George's faces lit up. "Yeah, of course not," Fred started, a grin etching itself onto his face.

"Wouldn't want any hallucinations now, would we?" George continued, patting Neville's shoulder with his hand.

A voice came from the outside of the compartment. "I wait in hope for the day that you two get your own friends and stop stealing mine," Ginny spoke, crossing her arms. "What are you doing here?"

"We, my dear sister, were just leaving," Fred responded, jumping up from where he was sitting and stuck his tongue out at Ginny, before exiting the compartment.

"See ya later," George smirked before following down the hallway.

Y/n hopped up and gave Ginny a hug, despite only seeing her a few weeks ago.

"We were wondering when you'd come to find us," she joked.

"Well, we were looking everywhere for you two," Ginny replied, pointing between herself and Luna, who seemed to have just materialised beside her.

"Heya Lu," y/n smiled, giving the blonde girl a hug.

"Hello y/n/n. Hello Neville," she said, looking over y/n's shoulder at the boy who was still sitting down, black cat still asleep on his lap. "Hello Lynott," Luna added, treating the animal as she would any human.

"I would hug you guys but I don't want to wake this guy up," Neville let out a light chuckle.

"It's alright, Nev. We still love ya," Ginny joked, ruffling the boy's hair before sitting down beside y/n, just as her brother had done a few minutes prior.

Neville, Luna and Ginny each talked about what they did over the summer break, but Y/n's mind was elsewhere.

She watched Neville, how his green eyes creased whenever his rosebud lips parted to reveal a cute, toothy smile. How his right hand carefully ran over the fur on Lynott's head, while the left one pushed stray hairs out of his eyes.

There was something different about him this year, and it wasn't just his height and his hair.

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headcanonandburn · 2 months

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Durmstrang

The students of Durmstrang are taught the magic that fits best to our core. There are three houses. One for each core type.You are encouraged to focus on magics that your core will excel in. These subjects are your core subjects and then you can elect to study other subjects, right from your first year at the school. Of course, there are some subjects that everyone must take. These tend to be the ones that use both dark and light magic, such as Complex Charms, Blood Magic, Potions, Herbology and Healing. As well as a history course and magical theory.

Those with light cores take Light Charms, Elemental Magic, and Light Martial Magic while those with dark cores take Dark Charms, Illusionary Magic, Abjuration, and Dark Martial Magic.

Each year, you can take an elective from one of the other core types but you may only continue with it after your first year taking it, if you show an aptitude for it. It is interesting because you sometimes find that a fifth year will be studying with a class of mostly first years. It greatly changes the dynamic of the classroom environment. Over the first five years you can add up to five electives from the other cores. Often this is done by replacing an elective one doesn't enjoy with another, but more often than not, students chose to add another class to their already busy schedule. Durmstrang students are proud to learn.

Those with neutral cores are encouraged to study necromancy - although again, mostly theoretically, dendora, amrita and divination. The magics of the other deities. By the end of their seventh year, most achieve their NEWTs in their core classes and are at least working towards their OWLs or NEWTs in any electives they have chosen to continue. They are then encouraged to pick a subject of interest to continue to mastery, as we continue with our education until they have completed all their OWLs and NEWTs. It is not uncommon for a Durmstrang student to remain at the institute until they reach their twentieth year, usually achieving between thirteen and twenty OWLs and often just as many NEWTs.

Those with dark cores are given the option of studying soul magic - although in a very limited capacity. Our teachers are very particular about ensuring that we know what is okay to do and what is not. Mostly, the Soul Magic course is a history lesson to ensure those with dark cores are not ensnared by it. Although we are taught soul healing and soul marrying.

Headcanon from Renouncing Magic's Child by Hanforpotter

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airlealilac · 1 year

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"Hogwarts is home."

(Photos from Pinterest, none are mine.)

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pbielik · 9 days

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1) Gellert Grindelwald

2) Remus Lupin

3) Regulus Black

4) Adrian Pucey

5) Davi Silva

6) Tiana Lupin-Black

7) Draco Black-Malfoy

8) Haruki Ishikawa

9) Ascella Black de la familia Rodriguez

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flowgninthgil · 10 days

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Wizard headcanon:

Wizard take great pride in their beards, so wizarding schools are strictly monitoring their students.

They became such a symbol that different grades and years can be guessed by the length of their bears.

Spells has even been created to allow members of species unable to grow to take part in the tradition.

These spells are used as contraband by older students toward younger ones whom would want to seem older or more advanced than they truly are.

Master of the arts have even begun to trim or braid their beards in specific ways that can now be an indicator of which speciality one may be of.

A system is being created by graduating students and specialists of the art of The Beard, to allow, with one look at one's beard, understanding over how proficient one may be with different kind of magics and which one, or ones, are their speciality.

#wizard #wizard posting #wizardblogging #wizarding schools #wizarding student #beards #wizard beard

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findyourtruth · 10 months

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I love the robes from the book and my Snape wears only that - robes on the naked body (apart from the knickers). No trousers, no shirts - because canonically he didn't wear that. (Films are AU to me with a completely different world and for me are not canon. Like how 50+years old massive Snape and blue eyed, brown haired Harry could be a canon? ).

No buttons, no slits, nothing, just one long robe down to the ground.

I regret that the book robe is so unpopular in fandom and for some reason Severus in trousers and shirt reigns supreme everywhere - something he would never wear, something that is as OOC as Snape with blonde hair.

#severus snape #pro severus snape #booksnape #harry potter #hogwarts aesthetic #wizarding schools #wizarding world #hogwarts robes

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thunderclaw394 · 5 months

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Calling All Witches & Wizards!

Do you... ✓Enjoy spending time on Discord and engaging in Community Servers? ✓Love the Harry Potter Universe (even if you disapprove of JKR's abhorrent behavior)? ✓Wish you were a part of it? Well, here at Ilvermorny, you can be! Ilvermorny is looking for new members to grow our community, as well as volunteers to become Moderators†! We are open to all Peoples of Discord. This is a #SafeSpace for EVERYONE, so as long as you are respectful of all members and agree to the ⁠code-of-conduct, we would be thrilled to have you along! We have tons of fun activities and features, such as Server Pets, A Dueling Club, Game Rooms. and more - including the new Quidditch feature we're working on! There's a place for every type of magical soul. So. if this sounds interesting to you, then what are you waiting for? It's time to come home to Ilvermorny! https://discord.gg/fFDYWdK3A2 †-If you're interested in becoming a Mod (@MACUSA Staff), the requirements are simple: be a member of Ilvermorny, know your way around discord, possess a willingness to work alongside and with the other MACUSA Staff, and a desire to have fun with it! After joining, head on over to the Server Support Section and find the #trial-mod-opt Channel. Then, you can find more information in the MACUSA HQ Forums.

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adhara-the-star · 1 year

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I was thinking about Patronus charms and how we don't really need a happy memory to make them work, and I think I finally cracked it.

We don't need a happy memory, we need a memory that keeps us going, a memory that makes us strong even in the darkest moments.

It can be a happy memory, but it doesn't need to. It can be the people who give us strength, it can be a made-up moment, an aspiration, a dream, and it can also be something we survived, a sort of "I survived this, I can survive anything"

That's why it can vary so much from a person to another. None of us are strong in the same way, and each one of us gets that force, that strength from a different place that is so very personal.

This could also explain why patronus take different forms. Ron's and Sirius' patronus are dogs, they are extremely loyal and that makes them strong. Harry's patronus is a stag the same as his father, he fights for his family, and even if it's bittersweet, that's what keeps him going.

In conclusion, to conjure a patronus charm we need a memory or a thought that make us strong regardless of what we are facing

#harry potter #patronus #patronus charm #hogwarts #wizarding schools #wizarding world #charms #i just think its neat #sirius black #james potter #marauders #golden trio era #ron weasley

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cutielando · 3 months

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Hello can I request draco with a gryffindor reader who happens to be the daughter of both Ares and Aphrodite. How would her parents react when their daughter wanted to marry a former death eater after the battle of hogwarts?

ungodly romance ~ draco malfoy

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Being the daughter of two Gods came with many difficulties.

With your status came responsibilities, obligations and burdens. Things were expected of you, you needed to reflect well on your parents and your kind.

Studying at Hogwarts had been your way out, your one place where you could be yourself without people breathing down your neck, without being judged for every little thing that you would do. It was your escape.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, that place had forever disappeared from your life. You were back in your closed-off world, living to please the people around you, make them proud and give them someone to show-off and brag about.

However, there was one person whom you reconnected with that gave you your freedom back.

Draco Malfoy.

During the war, you had had to cut off contact with him because of your opposing positions in the war, your parents having forbidden you from associating with Death Eaters or anyone who might tarnish their stellar reputation, as a matter of fact.

You and Draco had just secretly started dating before the war broke out, cutting contact being the most hurtful thing you've had to do. Having just found someone to love you for who you were, and immediately having to let them go.

When you reconnected after the war, it seemed like two pieces of a puzzle reunited after a long time without each other. You finally felt like you were at home again, safe and sound in the arms of the one you loved.

There was just one problem.

Your parents.

The fear that crippled your heart at the thought of them meeting Draco was paralyzing. You knew how they felt about Death Eaters, and despite Draco leaving those days behind, that wouldn't matter to them. He would still be evil in their eyes.

Draco was the one who insisted that he meet them. He was positive that he could change their minds and make them see that he was good for you, that those days were long behind him and he wasn't evil at heart as they had concluded.

You weren't so sure, but you figured you had nothing more to lose. The worst your parents could do was lock you away for good, but it wasn't anything that you hadn't previously been through.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" you asked Draco for the twentieth time as you stopped before the grand door that sat in front of you.

You had been very evasive with details about your boyfriend when you told your parents you would be bringing him to dinner, which sparked their curiosity even more.

But not in a good way.

"Love, we have to get this done. We can't hide away forever" he caressed your cheek, sensing how nervous you truly were.

"Yes, we can. There's nothing stopping us. They don't care about my life anyway, and I know what they're going to say already. This is all really unnecessary" you tried to reason with him, trying to convince him just how bad this idea was in your eyes.

"I want to meet your parents, and regardless of what they say, I'm not giving up on us. Whatever comes our way, we'll deal with it together" looking into his gray eyes, you felt comfort.

Without realizing it, you found yourself nodding and taking his hand, finally entering the place you had been dreading to enter for the past few days.

Immediately, as soon as you stepped foot into the house, servants bombarded you left and right, not even sparing Draco a second glance as they focused on you.

"Master and Mistress are awaiting you in the grand ballroom" one of the servants informed you before disappearing with the others into another room.

You glanced once more at Draco before letting out a big breath, and beginning your journey towards the ballroom.

Once stopped in front of the entrance, you raised your hand to knock, but the doors opened on their own before you got the chance.

"Hello Mother, hello Father" you greeted your parents, both of them conversing with their backs turned to you.

"Sit" your mother's sweet yet icy voice spoke, not turning around yet.

You glanced at Draco with the corner of your eyes, but followed suit nonetheless.

Both of you took a seat next to each other, clearing your throat and keeping your hand clasped in his.

Your parents, Ares and Aphrodite, God of war and Goddess of love and beauty, now stood facing you, eyeing you down wearily. You were accustomed to their intense gaze, but it hurt Draco to look at them.

"Who have you brought here?" your mother asked, her eyes scanning your boyfriend.

By the way she was looking at him, you could already sense her suspicion.

"This is my boyfriend, Draco. Draco, these are my parents"

"It's an honor to meet you both," Draco said nervously.

Your father stared him down, cracking his knuckles.

"What is this young man doing in my house? Do you have no respect for us? Don't you know what he did in the war?" the booming voice of your father echoed off the walls, his fist hitting the long table that stood between you.

You didn't even flinch, accustomed already to his outbursts. There was a reason why he was the God of war, after all.

Clearing your throat, you held your head high and looked at your father.

"I am aware of Draco's actions during the war, but I am also aware of the fact that he did not participate willingly in any of them. He was being forced by his father, who is now residing in Azkaban for his crimes. I know you despise the lot, but Draco is not like them. He never was and he never will. I ask of you that you give him a chance and get to know him before making any judgements" your father was fuming, but you could your mother smiling from the corner of your eyes.

She had always encouraged you to fight for the ones you love, and this was the first time you had really stood up to your father like this.

"I don't want to hear this right now" he turned around and stormed out of the room, something you had known was going to happen.

"Don't worry, my dear. I will speak to your father. Draco, consider yourself welcomed to the family" your mother caressed his shoulder before graciously following after your father.

Left alone in the room, you let out a big sigh of relief, not quite believing what had just happened.

"I told you so" Draco teased, bumping your shoulders.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

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Headcanon here, and I don't want to annoy you. I think that the introduction of muggle fashions such as the mini-skirt in the 60s and 70s (the Death Eater gens), should things like fashion magazines enter Hogwarts, make prejudices against Muggleborns and Muggles even worst. The wizarding world wears robes for modesty and fashion. So to them, it would seem extremely indecent. On top of that, they where a society which thought torture was NORMAL, and probably, a mini-dress would look to them as a "caning dress", and probably be surprised that such a garment would be dyed in bright-colors and worn as a normal outfit for fashionable girls.

Back in those days, sure six of the best was normal in schools, but what Filch mentions is strait up medieval-style torture that dislocates shoulders. Also, it's Scotland, so the tawse, and probably at least 20 minimum.

I bet some conversation like that took place:

Snape: (Pulls out photo of himself, Lily and Petunia who joined the mixt in an awkward summer picnic)

Avery: Sev, do you care to explain why your crush colored her caning dress pink, and smiling while wearing it ?

Snape: What caning dress ?

Avery: Don't tell me this is a normal garment. This is the kind of coverage you wear when you get a caning and your mum's and dad's want to preserve some modesty. Wow, I never thought Muggle girls dressed so hottly !

You know, it never really occurred to me until now, but the wizarding world is undeniably steeped in tradition and tends to be rather old-fashioned. Compared to the muggle world, they seem to be at least 50 years behind in terms of embracing modern changes. I can't help but wonder if things only started shifting when Hermione Granger joined the Ministry and brought some much-needed progress.

Now, if we're talking about the MINI mini skirts, yes, that might cause quite a cultural shock at the moment. However, if we're referring to the below-the-knee skirt uniforms seen in the movies, I don't think they would be too startled by them. They might just find it a bit odd to wear such attire to school. After all, wizards typically wear robes wherever they go (hats as well), but I'm pretty sure they don't put them on inside their house. So, I'd imagine they'd probably view it as non-provocative housewear.

Regarding colorful outfits, I believe that's quite ordinary in the wizarding world. Dumbledore, for instance, was always described to be wearing the most flamboyant attire imaginable. This is his first introduction in Philosopher's Stone:

"He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept to the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots."

This man owns fashion lol

It wouldn't surprise me if they mixed and matched all sorts of vibrant colors, like someone from an old-school fashion era. In the wizarding realm, it seems that bold and unconventional fashion choices are embraced rather than frowned upon.

#harry potter #answered ask #wizarding world #wizarding schools #hp #harry potter fandom

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slaymybreathaway · 9 months

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WASTELAND, BABY! 📼

Masterlist

Chapter List

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This story is named after the album Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier.

In the world of this fic, Hozier was a wizard who's music was released in the 1990s (bc I said so, lol)

Every other song/musical artist that I mention in this fic will be true to the timeline of the Harry Potter series.

You can find this playlist on my Spotify: ☆Mixtape☆ by NaoiseWasHere

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☆Neville's Mixtape☆

SIDE A

▪︎ Wasteland, Baby! - Hozier

▪︎ The Whole of The Moon - The Waterboys

▪︎ Dreams - The Cranberries

▪︎ Hello It's Me - Tod Rundgren

▪︎I Wanna Be Adored - The Stone Roses

SIDE B

︎▪︎ Would That I - Hozier

▪︎ Ticket To Ride - The Beatles

▪︎ Dancing In The Moonlight - Thin Lizzy

▪︎ She's Always A Woman - Billy Joel

▪︎ Heroes - David Bowie

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thenihilityemperor · 11 months

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Village Name: Whispering Willowbank

Location: Whispering Willowbank is nestled within the picturesque valley of Ravenclaw Ridge, in the southwestern part of the magical world. The village is surrounded by a forest of ancient willows that seem to whisper tales of lore and mystery whenever the wind blows through their leaves. The village is accessible through a hidden passage within a hollow tree, visible only to those witches and wizards who know of its existence.

History: Founded in the 14th century by a group of wizarding naturalists who sought to protect and preserve the local flora and fauna, Whispering Willowbank has developed into a thriving sustainable community in close harmony with nature. Home to many magical creatures, it has been known to be a sanctuary for once-endangered species, such as the moonlit reindeer and the spellbinding fairy wombat.

Layout: The village consists of charming cobblestone lanes and quaint, ivy-covered cottages woven between the roots and branches of the great willow trees. The heart of Whispering Willowbank is the magical square, called Wingleaf Commons, which is surrounded by lush gardens, bubbling fountains, and a large, luminous willow, casting enchanted shadows on the village.

Key Locations:

1. Willowy Wand Emporium: Aspiring witches and wizards can find the perfect wand by visiting the Willowy Wand Emporium. Crafted from ancient willow branches, each wand possesses its unique magical properties, empowering its wielder with the wisdom and power of the whispering willows.

2. Parchment and Potion: This cozy bookstore and apothecary offer an extensive collection of magical scrolls and texts, as well as potions and herbal remedies made from the plants and fungi found in the surrounding forest.

3. The Dancing Broomstick Inn: Serving up delicious enchanted cuisine and frothy brews, The Dancing Broomstick Inn offers visitors cozy accommodations, lively conversation, and magically infused entertainment that includes self-playing instruments and enchanted artworks that come to life.

4. Shadowtail Market: Here, vendors sell a variety of magical trinkets, enchanted fabrics, and artisan-crafted jewelry made from the native gemstones found in the nearby mines. Visitors are drawn to this bustling market by the whimsical tunes of the laughing lark.

Whispering Willowbank embodies a rich history and tradition of magical conservation, where magical and mundane elements merge to create a village living harmoniously within the breathtaking embrace of an enchanted forest.

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Ink and Fictober 2023 Day #5: "You're the smartest person I know."

Inktober Prompt #5: Map

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Fandom: Harry Potter/Wizarding World

Character/s: Albus Severus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, Lily Luna Potter, Gibbon Tadpol (OC)

Additional Tags: Wizarding World, OC Wizard, The Wizard is like the IT Guy, Based on another DISAPPARATED TUMBLR POST :')

Summary: Apparently, young Wizards and Witches these days have no respect for their property. This is where Gibbon Tadpol, a 'Wandie' (although he prefers ‘Paraprofessional of Wandlore and Wandcraft') comes in. He deals with all the students' broken broomsticks, faulty Rememberalls and abused wands and he is sick of it. And then one day three students turn up in a panic because their special map isn't working.

Quick Note: I have not picked up one of the original books for about six years and watched one of the films in about eight. This fic was written completely from memory and various Harry Potter Wiki pages.Please let me know if I've gotten something wrong! :D Also, this was based on a Tumblr post too. I don't know where it is and if anyone happens to find it, I will be forever grateful.

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It was difficult being the Wandie at Hogwarts.

And not just because of the ludicrous nickname they gave his profession. Gibbon Tadpol was the ‘Paraprofessional of Wandlore and Wandcraft’ at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry thank you very much, and it was a title he held with the utmost regard.

He didn’t care if the students and professors often likened him to the Matron, or Groundskeeper or Librarian. He had far more qualifications than any of them (except perhaps Madame Pomfrey) and could just as easily have been a Wandkeeper at Ollivanders or a Head of Department for Magical Items, but no.

He was stuck here. Dealing with children’s mistreated wands and abused Broomsticks.

And all because it had been advised that Hogwarts invested in an ‘expert on magical item maintenance’ after one too many parents complained that their child’s wand or broom had stopped working correctly. Apparently, they’d agreed that Hogwarts needed someone on-site to fix their issues right away. Enter Tadpol.

“My Thunderbolt XII won’t lift off the ground!”

Tadpol sighed as the student, a Third Year, slammed her broomstick on his desk with a huff. His little figures of the Chuddley Cannons Quidditch team (which usually waved their brooms around and wobbled their oversized heads when he spoke), rattled on their bases and glared at her.

Children these days, thought Tadpol, had absolutely no regard for their property and expected all magical things, especially broomsticks, to work to perfection all the time. It wasn’t the same as in Tadpol’s day, when kids had Nimbus 2001s or first-model Firebolts and knew how to look after them.

He didn’t even need to examine this one closely to figure out what was wrong. There was a clear fracture running right through the centre of the handle, and Tadpol had a sneaking suspicion that the student had broken it and then tried to repair it with a clumsy spell. It might have worked, had this been an old model like the Cleansweep, but brooms nowadays were just far too complicated for a single Reparo spell.

And especially not one done by an insufferable, inexperienced Third Year.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to take it apart and rearrange the internal damage,” he told the student tiredly. “Perhaps even order a new core.”

The student stared at him. “Can’t - can’t you just fix it?”

Tadpol glared at her. “That’s what I am going to do, yes,” he said with carefully practised patience, “But it may take some time. I do have a line-up already.” He gestured towards an umbrella stand by this desk, which was filled with broken, battered brooms. A couple had magical chains wrapped around their handles to prevent them from flying around the room.

“Well,” said the student bossily, “I need mine today for Quidditch practice. I’m the Ravenclaw Keeper, you know.”

“I understand that,” said Tadpol slowly, “But I cannot give you special treatment because you happen to be on the Quidditch team. Even if I were to begin repairing it now, it could take a long while before the broom trusts you again.” That was another mistake, he silently added to himself. Semi-sentient brooms. They were absolute buggers when you tried to repair them. The student went red. “W-Well,” she stammered shrilly, “I need it fixed today!”

Tadpol closed his eyes. He counted to three. Then he opened them and gave the student a well-versed smile.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he said with a false brightness. “I will send a note to your Dormitory when it’s ready.”

She huffed again. “Good.” She turned on her heel and stalked out, leaving Tadpol with a battered Thunderbolt XII and a steadily growing headache. As he picked it up and discarded it in the bin with the others, Tadpol realised that he’d forgotten to record the student’s name.

“Accio,” he said tiredly and a coffee mug drifted into his waiting hand. It turned out to be empty.

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That was pretty much how Tadpol’s days went.

Can you repair this for me, please?

“Have you tried using Reparo?”

My Rememberall’s been red for days, I think it’s broken…

“Your tie is undone every time I see you.”

I’m afraid our Probity Probe is having a few issues, Mr Tadpol.

“Have you tried updating the Probity Charms, Professor?”

My broom’s going so slow, I think someone’s tampered with it!

“You’ve tried to cast an Acceleration Charm seventeen times when it wasn’t even in flight! You’ve clogged up it’s memory!”

And to make it worse, he was perhaps the most underappreciated staff member in the school. Oh sure, all the Professors liked him, but that was because he could fix all the new-fangled gadgets that the Ministry had decided had to be mandatory now in Witchcraft education.

He knew most of them could figure it out on their own - they were Professors after all - but it was just easier to send the items to him. And they could get rid of their worst students for half an hour while they waited for him to repair it.

And don’t even get him started on the students.

Tadpol yelped as the Sneakoscope he was currently working on spurted green sparks, almost singeing his fingers. The figurines on his desk grinned with silent amusement.

A paper crane swooped in through his open door and he only just managed to catch it before it plummeted into his little boiler-shaped fireplace. It unfolded in his hands and he suppressed a groan as he read it.

Apparently, the Defence Against the Dark Arts class was having some trouble with its Foe-Glass. Tadpol crumbled the paper, threw it into the fireplace and swept out of his office.

He’d told the Professor that she’d need to wipe the dust off of them only yesterday.

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Tadpol’s door slammed open with a bang. He jumped then cursed (not literally) as the Pheonix feathers he’d been trying to delicately insert back into a student’s broken wand blew out of his hands with the sudden gust.

He snapped.

“I’ve had quite enough of this!” Tadpol roared, slamming his hands on his desk in a fury. “If it’s cracked, use Reparo, if it’s out of focus, give it a dust and if it’s that cursed Remberball, Finwick, then that tie had better be done up properly-”

He stopped. Standing in the doorway, their eyes wide, were the last three students he had expected. Albus and Lily Potter and Scorpious Malfoy were staring at him as if he’d grown three heads and turned into a Threshal. Clasped in Albus’ hands was a crumpled old piece of parchment, which looked far too old and stained to be his Charms homework.

Slowly, Tadpol sank back into his chair. He cleared his throat.

“Ah, my apologies,” he began awkwardly. “I’m afraid you may have caught me at a bad time.” He suddenly remembered the Pheonix feathers, which were now scattered on the floor by his feet. He beckoned the students to come in as he hastily accioed the offending feathers into his hand.

“W-We have a problem, Professor Tadpol,” Lily began, shifting her feet nervously.

Tadpol relaxed marginally. He quite liked the Potters and the Malfoy boy, although that didn’t really have anything to do with the whole ‘saving the Wizarding World’ bit. Ever since he’d been instated as the ‘Wandie’, the Potter children had always called him Professor. And, well, he wasn’t going to be the one to correct them.

“What can I help you with?”

Without a word, Albus placed the parchment on his desk and gingerly rolled it out to its full length. It was blank. Tadpol stared at them for a moment, more than a little confused, until his brain kicked back into gear. Large, old parchment that seemed blank. Three guilty-looking students. In his office for Magical Items Maintenance.

He shot to his feet with a cry. “You - is this -?”

“We mayyyy be in a bit of trouble,” Albus admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

“Um, understatement of the century, much?” Scorpius fired back, looking slightly panicked.

“How - how did you even get this?” Tadpol demanded, examining the map desperately for damage. Because that’s what this blank parchment was. A map. A very, very, very important map.

“We just wanted a look!” Lily cried. “And it was made by our grandfather and given to the school by our father, so we should be entitled to a peek! But, uh…”

“It’s not working,” explained Albus anxiously. “The magical words you’re supposed to say to make everything appear. They aren’t working. The map’s just… blank.”

“We tried everything!” Scorpius added. “Charms, Enchantments, saying the words this way and that way, with a falsetto and a baritone-”

Tadpol stopped listening. He was too busy taking in this chance. HIS chance. A chance to do something more than sit in an office working with stupid students and condescending Professors all day. If there was something wrong, seriously wrong, with the Maurader’s Map and he was the one to fix it, well, he could be up for a promotion! A commendation! Maybe the Headmaster would say something like ‘Wow Gibbon Tadpol, you are the smartest person I know!’ and let him move out of this tiny little space into an actual office, with room for all his figurines and moving posters and-

“-So we tried, over and over again, ‘I solemnly swear I’m up to no good!’ and it just won’t WORK-”

Tadpol stopped. The parchment drooped in his hands and his heart slowed down a bit as he processed what Scorpius had just said. No. Surely not. Surely, he’d heard the boy wrong.

He had to check. “What did you say?”

Scorpius looked taken aback. “I-I said, ‘it just won’t work-’”

“No, before that. What words were you using to activate the map?”

“Uh… I solemnly swear I’m up to no good?”

Tadpol’s excitement tapered off and he felt his spirits sink. That chance slipped out of his reach like water through his fingers. And he thought he’d gotten a break.

“Young Malfoy,” he said, returning to his well-practised, patient, Wandie manner. “The incarnation is not ‘I’m’. It’s ‘I am’.”

The students’ mouths fell open.

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