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theletterstohogwarts · 1 year

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THE DUELLING CLUB

— Summary: Late one night, after a Dumbledore's Army meeting, you and Fred stay back to practice and things take an unexpected turn.

— Main Character: Fred Weasley

“Oh, Freddie.” You mewl, watching as the wand tumbles from your grasp yet again.

Clearly taking a great deal of pleasure in seeing you all flustered with such discontent, a soft chuckle falls from his lips as he goes to retrieve the wand. Surrounded by an aura of arrogant self-reliance, he strides back towards you before you catch a glimpse of mischief swirling deep within his dark mahogany eyes.

As you reach for the wand, the copper-haired boy pulls back and holds it just out of reach before you notice the hint of a playful smirk framing his freckled features. With a quirk of your brow, you yield to the unspoken dare by pushing yourself onto the tips of your toes, arm outstretched in a feeble attempt to retrieve the wand.

“Fred Gideon Weasley.” His name drips from your tongue, laced with bitter animosity. “Give me my wand.”

“Make me.”

With a quiet sigh, you cross your arms in a nonchalant manner before allowing your gaze to glide over his tall and slender torso. After a moment of contemplation, you dare a step closer before wrapping your delicate fingers around his lustrous tie, watching as his complacent smirk grows wider.

“Well, go on..." encourages Fred, eyes conflagrant with a sinful tenebrosity.

Before he has the chance to utter another word, you pull him towards you and place a soft kiss on his lips. After a moment of pure disbelief, your oak wand clatters onto the stone floor as he rests his hands against the back of your neck, allowing his tongue to glide over the soft, swollen flesh of your lips.

#harry potter imagines #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader

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theletterstohogwarts · 1 year

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[sebastian waving his wand in front of ominis]

ominis: get that out of my face

sebastian: it’s not in your face, it’s in my hand

ominis: get what’s in your hand out of my face, sebastian

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #headcanon

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theletterstohogwarts · 1 year

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sebastian and ominis' entire friendship

ominis: sebastian, no sebastian: yes

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #headcanon

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theletterstohogwarts · 1 year

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there’s just something so inherently wholesome about the thought of holding ominis’ hand as you walk through hogwarts together, guiding him through the castle while ‘a portrait of love’ plays in the background

and sebastian watches from the shadows, fuming

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #headcanon

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theletterstohogwarts · 1 year

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i'm in love with the idea that ominis has a pet snake who’s always around his neck, hissing things into his ear

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #headcanon

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theletterstohogwarts · 1 year

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A LITTLE CRUSH

— Summary: Ominis is tormented by his insatiable curiosity, so he enlists the help of a besotted Sebastian.

— Main Characters: Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt

— Notes: The description of the reader is very specific, sorry... it's based off a dream.

Rich, emerald green curtains frame the exquisitely ornate marble columns, abundant with lustrous serpentine features, as the soft sounds of whispered voices echo throughout the opulent common room.

A mordacious boy rests against the stone fireplace in a nonchalant manner and in his presence, a fellow pure-blood Slytherin lounges on an elegant settee, an antiquated leather-bound book in hand before the melodious sound of his name falls from the boy’s lips.

“Yes, Ominis?” He drawls in response, not turning his attention away from his book.

“What does she look like?”

The young Gaunt’s inquisitive, yet rather peculiar curiosity piques Sebastian’s interest, as he allows his attention to abandon the obscure incantations within the book and focus on his friend’s pale, opaque eyes. “Oh... got a little crush, do we?” He teases, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

“Sebastian.” Hisses the boy, the bitter undertone in his ostentatious voice drips from his tongue like venom. The boy in question allows a quiet chuckle to rumble deep in his throat as he turns his attention to your solitary figure, watching you wallow in the soft shadows that were percolating through the intricate gothic windows.

“I think you’d really like her.” He mentions, a soft smile gracing his freckled features. “Her dark, decadent curls are contrasted delightfully against her pale skin, and the soft flesh of her lips are framed by a constellation of freckles that linger along her cheeks. Her eyes are golden brown, with hints of dark velvet, and she’s got quite a few little beauty marks...” He explains, turning to his friend. “Just like you.”

“Oh,” the boy sighs. “How poetic.”

“She really is quite beautiful, Ominis.”

“It sounds to me, Sebastian, like you’re the one with a little crush.” A playful smile graces his lips. “After all, she did beat you in a duel.”

“Oh, don’t start.” He says, voice laced with admonition. His gaze lingers on the boy, watching the soft smile grow wider before turning his attention back to his cryptic book.

#hogwarts legacy imagines #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt imagines #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow imagines

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theletterstohogwarts · 1 year

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meeting sebastian for the first time: a charming, yet problematic slytherin who’s obsessed with the dark arts, despite ominis’ constant admonitions

me: i love him and i would do anything for him… and ominis, obviously

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #thoughts

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theletterstohogwarts · 1 year

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The Heir of Slytherin

Author: Letters to Hogwarts

Summary: Tom Riddle catches you sneaking into the restricted section of the library.

Main Character(s): Tom Marvolo Riddle

The haunting voices of pearlescent ghosts fade into whispers, while the luminescent glow of moonlight percolates the intricate gothic windows; creating a subtle mosaic of shadows. Soft flames, encased within ferrous lanterns, accompany your solitary descent along the tenebrosity of the stone staircase, as you arrive at the threshold of the secluded section of the library. With a wave of your wand, the ornate copper lock clicks open before granting you access to the collection of forbidden literature.

As you wander through the profusion of bookcases, delicately caressing the threadbare edges of the hardback covers, you happen upon an efficacious looking book before pulling it from the shelf. Allowing your gaze to linger on the sordid cover, your eyes glide over the intriguing incantations before the mellifluent melody of your name, echoing throughout the room, piques your interest.

Turning towards the sound, you’re met with the sight of a tall, dark, and handsome fifth-year student, enveloped in a veil of darkness and a soft halo of light illuminating his elegant features. There was an enigmatic aura surrounding the boy as you admire his rich mahogany hair, the soft curls cascading delicately over his brow and those dark golden, velvety eyes contrasted beautifully against his pale complexion.

An eerie chuckle echoes throughout the antiquated library as a charming smile begins to frame his chiseled features, “didn’t expect to find you sneaking around the restricted section.”

“Tom Riddle.” You say, the sound of his name dripping from your lips like honey. “I, uh...” With a quirk of his brow, he struts his way towards you with an audacious superiority, taking a great deal of pleasure in seeing you flustered underneath his intense gaze. Mindful of the intimate proximity, he dares a step closer before allowing his arm to slither, like the lustrous silver serpent embellished on his emerald green robe, behind your back to take possession of the leather-bound book.

“I’m impressed.” He praises, voice laced with quiet admiration, before allowing a sudden and presumptuous thought to ruminate in his mind. “The study of dark magic is forbidden, you know... deemed too dangerous by the professors.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” The honeyed tone in his voice, smooth like silk, catches your attention as you turn towards the Prefect. “I, on the other hand, find it to be rather useful... I could teach you.” He proposes, as you watch the soft flesh of his lips contort into a sinful smirk, eyes conflagrant with anticipation. “Perhaps, even share my knowledge of unforgivable curses... if you’re interested.” You notice his delicate fingers wrapping themselves around the base of his yew wand, twitching in ambitious vivaciousness. “Shall we,” he suggests, exuding a charismatic charm before you eagerly follow the undeniably intelligent boy further into the depths of the secluded section of the library.

#harry potter imagines #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader

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theletterstohogwarts · 1 year

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Is it just me or does Sebastian Sallow give off Tom Riddle vibes?

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #harry potter series #tom riddle #thoughts

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theletterstohogwarts · 1 year

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tom riddle might be problematic, but he’s hot

#harry potter series #tom riddle

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theletterstohogwarts · 1 year

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The Slytherin Prince

Author: Letters to Hogwarts

Summary: Draco Malfoy overhears an argument between you and Harry, much to his surprise.

Main Character(s): Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley

The shimmering mother-of-pearl brilliance of the Amortentia was powerful enough to attract the attention of several students, who seemed to be mesmerised by the swirling steam that was emanating from the potion. With a word of caution, the professor gently places the lid back onto the cauldron, in the hopes that it will discourage the young witches and wizards from following through with their temptations.

A sudden thud from the wooden oak door distracts the students from the allure of the concoction, as the unmistakable shade of vibrant red hair allows you to recognise the Weasley who had reluctantly entered the room, followed by Harry Potter.

“What are they doing here,” you sigh. The unexpected remark is met with an intrigued gaze from Draco Malfoy as a formidable silence inundates the room. The evident intensity swirling in his iridescent eyes, reminiscent of brewing clouds in a thunderstorm, strikes you as curious and yet, rather odd before turning your attention back to Professor Slughorn.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

Students begin to gather around Harry’s cauldron, as you watch the leaf come into contact with the crystal clear liquid and burst into flames. “Merlin’s beard, Harry! It’s perfect,” admires the professor before awarding him with the prized possession, a liquid resembling molten gold. “As promised, one phial of Felix Felicis.”

Immediately, the entire room erupts into a vociferous roar, as students begin congratulating the boy who lived. Watching him indulge in all the glory, a quiet sigh falls from your lips as you admit defeat. Setting your wand aside, you observe the cauldron in your proximity prior to glancing at the depths of your own potion; watching the viscous liquid effervesce. Alas, it looked not at all as it ought to, nowhere near as perfect as Harry’s and as a result, you couldn’t help but hold an unequivocal resentment towards the boy.

“You cheated.” Fortuitously, the bitter words drip from your tongue like venom, as you avoid Harry’s perplexed stare.

“What are you talking about?”

“You don’t even like potions.” Your tone was a little more vicious than you intended, as you thrust your potions book into your bag. Turning towards him, he catches a glimpse of your unfailingly deep and velvety chestnut eyes, melting into golden lagoons of honey and conflagrant with animosity. “I mean, you actually failed Snape’s class last year and yet, here you are... exactly how did you manage to brew a perfect Draught of Living Death?”

“I don’t know...” he lied, delicately hiding his copy of Advanced Potion Making behind himself. “Maybe I just got lucky.”

“You don’t get lucky in potions, Harry. Potions requires skill and a methodical approach, otherwise, things go wrong. Just take a look at Seamus, he’s constantly blowing things up because he can’t follow a simple set of instructions!”

“I think you’re just jealous.” Says Ron, joining the conversation.

“Oh, not at all. I’m just frustrated because my talent in this class is getting overlooked just because Professor Slughorn’s practically in love with him!” You shout, pointing to the dark haired boy.

“You know, I didn’t ask for any of this...” The tone in his voice compliments your bitterness as he starts packing his potions kit, a sigh falling from his lips.

“Harry...” you whisper, voice laced with contrition.

“I’ll see you later,” he mumbles before storming out the door, closely followed by Ron.

A soft sigh falls from your lips as you allow yourself to continue packing your belongings, the sound of bubbling cauldrons echoing quietly throughout the gloomy dungeon. Grabbing your wand, you begin to make your way towards the wooden oak doors before the sight of a rich, emerald green robe, embellished with lustrous silver embroidery, piques your interest.

“Malfoy.”

The boy in question, a pure-blood wizard, was leaning against the wall in a nonchalant manner; his platinum, silver hair slicked back and an aura of superiority surrounding him.

“A little spiteful, are we?” He drawls, taking a bite from a crisp green apple. You meet his intense gaze, those opalescent pale blue eyes lingering on yours, as he struts his way towards you. “I bet you wanted it.” He says, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips. “That liquid luck.”

“Oh please... you look like you need it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You have a good heart, Draco...” The melodious sound of his name, dripping from your lips like honey, catches him by surprise. “Even if you don’t see it yourself. But you have a certain reputation to uphold as a Malfoy, and that notoriety means being obedient to Lord Voldemort.” A quiet sigh falls from your lips. “Just be careful.”

#harry potter imagines #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #harry potter #harry potter x reader #ron weasley #ron weasley x reader

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theletterstohogwarts · 1 year

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do you ever cry because a black haired little boy wandered into your life when you were a kid and made you believe in magic and now many years later he’s still there with you and you just know you will stay at his side always no matter what because he’s just so important

#harry potter series #harry potter #always

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theletterstohogwarts · 1 year

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to be honest, my childhood crush was harry potter

#harry potter series #harry potter

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theletterstohogwarts · 1 year

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The Quidditch Captain

Author: Letters to Hogwarts

Summary: Oliver Wood asks you to go to the Yule Ball with him.

Main Character(s): Oliver Wood

Notes: Short and sweet, a slightly edited version of the one I posted on my other blog.

You take a moment to consider the question that he proposed to you just moments ago. “On one condition,” you tease the boy.

“Yeah, and what’s that?”

A playful smile graces your lips before leaning in closer towards him, “I dare you to go the entire night without mentioning Quidditch once.”

“Oh, now that’s not fair...” Wood complains. Despite the affronted look in his rich mahogany eyes, there’s no mistaking the mischievous glint as they melt into golden lagoons of honey.

After a moment, a smirk begins to play on his lips before raising his eyebrows expectantly, coaxing you for an answer.

“Fine.” You concede, feigning disappointment. “I guess I’ll just have to find another way to shut you up.”

His gaze drops to your lips, watching you delicately lick the soft flesh, before noticing the freckles peppered across your cheeks disappear under a subtle shade of vibrant crimson. His smirk grows wider, confident that your behaviour implied he would finally be getting a kiss from you.

#harry potter imagines #oliver wood #oliver wood x reader

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theletterstohogwarts · 1 year

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“Welcome home, Harry.”

Welcome to my new blog, Letters to Hogwarts.

A little bit about myself; I’m a pure-blood witch, I’m proud to be a Slytherin, and some of my favourite classes at Hogwarts are charms and potions.

Previously, I’ve been posting my writing on my other blog, but I’ve recently decided to create a new one that’ll be dedicated to all my Harry Potter fanfics. I don’t post very often because I only write when I feel motivated to, and when I actually have the time to sit down and write... so please, bear with me.

If you have any questions for me or you just want to talk, please feel free to visit the owlery.

- Helena

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, places, or any of the content that is depicted in the Harry Potter series. Any gifs used are not mine, unless otherwise stated, and proper credit will be given where possible. Any rude/abusive comments will be deleted, so please be respectful.

#harry potter series #harry potter imagines

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theletterstohogwarts · 1 year

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Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first of September was crisp and golden as an apple…

J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows

#harry potter series #harry potter and the deathly hallows

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