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accepting all memes for all muses (alanis mckinnon, teddy lupin, lydia longbottom, lily potter, kitty bulstrode, estelle rowle, hermione granger-weasley, zelda sefik, freya greyback). please specify muses! find my ask box here.

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there was a time long ago, back when she was merely a callow adolescent, that hermione had truly believed the answer to every problem in the world could be found in BOOKS. her mind still held memories of her eleven-year-old self, buck-toothed and daisy fresh, so young, so unencumbered — she would roam the endless rows of hogwarts' library with an insatiable hunger and a steely determination burning in her amber eyes. now, things had changed ... she had changed ... and she knew all too well that some problems simply couldn't be solved, not even with all the knowledge in the world. but still, hermione had to try. another sleepless, unproductive night had passed as she pored over ancient tomes on horcruxes, desperately seeking answers, only to arrive at yet another dead end. stinging tears began to well up in her reddened eyes, and she blinked rapidly to keep them from falling. this was no time for a breakdown, she reminded herself. but what good was a brilliant mind if it couldn't even save her best friend? with a force she would never have used in her normal state of mind, hermione slammed the book shut, burying her face in her hands and willing herself not to CRUMBLE.

at the sound of the door opening, she'd initially assumed it was rose or hugo. looking up from her dark hands, hermione tried to compose herself for her children, not wanting them to see her like this, as anything less than the pillar of strength they'd come to know their mother as. but when she realized it was ginny, she breathed a sigh of relief. "gin," she started, "there's something i need to tell you. it's about harry. but you have to promise to keep it a secret." it was time for the truth to come out, and she trusted ginny more than she trusted her own mind. "can you do that for me?"

Getting herself into something that was a bit more comfortable, yet till presentable, Ginny wasted no time in making her way over to Hermione's home. It felt as though it had been forever since she had last seen her dear friend, and now sister, when truly it had probably only been a few days. Either way Ginny was craving some best friend time. Walking into the others home Ginny let out a sigh of contentment and kicked off her shoes. "Now tell me all about the life of Miss Hermione I'm starting to feel out of the loop," she called into the open space as she settled herself onto the couch in the family room making herself comfortable. @boggart

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There was something unbearably lonely about waiting to die.

It wasn't meant to happen like this. Someone who burnt like wildfire wasn't meant to flicker out so quietly, like a candle snuffed out in the gusty wind. But here, now Lily Potter was fading away in the catacombs of Malfoy Manor, and there wasn't a thing she could do to stop it. Her entire body ached like a blistering fever, barely able to move. Through sheer willpower alone, Lily had managed to fashion a compress to stop the bleeding for now, but she knew that if she didn't receive medical attention soon — no. She wouldn't entertain the thought. If she was going to perish, it would be surrounded by her friends and family — with her loved ones — like it was always meant to be. She would not die like this. She refused.

And then, as if he had heard her somehow, in walked her savior — almost looking like an angel of darkness, cloaked in the very same black robes of the Death Eaters who had spent weeks tormenting her. She'd almost mistaken him for his cousin, assuming she had finally come to finish her off. Face abashed, Lily dropped the sharp rock she'd been clutching tightly in anticipation of that moment. ( So tightly, that there was blood that hadn't been there before — another shining mark of her foolishness. Would she ever learn? )

"Rahim..." His name spilt from her lips in spite of herself, her heart bounding in her chest. A feeling took root deep within her, one that she couldn't quite bring herself to name — a secret that would continue to burn bright and silently in her chest. A quiet fire. It was easier when she was merely his enemy, seething with blind hatred against him — against his family. There was a strange, purifying clarity that came with loathing, the way it reduced everything to stark black and white. She needed that simplicity — had come to rely on it, even — but now the lines had been blurred. Her world had been rebirthed in vivid color, and she was shining red, burning up and bleeding out — for him, for this. "You came." she breathed. "I — I didn't know if you would — won't this blow your cover?" If he died because of her, another life lost because of her, more blood on her hands — she'd never forgive herself.

The gentleness of his touch was almost too much to bear. What did you do with tenderness, when all that you had known for weeks was unrelenting cruelty? When the hands that were born to harm you, only wanted to heal you instead? Desperate for even a sliver of warmth in this cold, cold dungeon cell, she leaned into his touch for just a moment, burying her cheek in the palm of his hand. Then, catching herself, she shrank away from it, stepping backwards ever-so-slightly, her hazel eyes beseeching with contrite, a wordless apology. ( Would she be forgiven for this small moment of weakness? Would he still look at her the same after all this, the same reverence in his molten brown eyes? A holiness she'd never been worthy of in the first place. ) "Rahim, wait ... my family ... you have to help my family first. Please." Begging was not something Lily Potter would ever deign herself to do in most circumstances, but here she was, begging for mercy from someone who most likely couldn't grant it — a desperate plea. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I'm not important. I'm not."

Rahim had thought about doing this before, sneaking down to the cells where the prisoners were kept, but had never dared to risk until now, overhearing that one of his comrades had gotten a little too enthusiastic during an interrogation. It had pierced him cold. She couldn't be dead - the Dark Lord would certainly have a grander death planned for Lily Potter, a more visible death, a weapon against her father that wouldn't be wasted in a cell deep in Malfoy Manor. And more than that - she just couldn't. Not her, not Lily, who was more alive than anyone else he'd ever met. His hands shook as he approached the cell. Unusual that - it wasn't as if he ever enjoyed the sight of someone in pain - the opposite - but he'd always kept his hands steady, his mind clear, before. Healing was what he was born for, what he breathed for, the one thing that had kept him going since joining the Death Eaters - that sometimes, he saved a life, instead of ended one. But with her it was different, it had always been different. "Hey, Potter, it's me," he called out, voice low but not wanting her to think it was someone else, coming back for more. Although he was assuming he'd be a comfort to her - maybe that was Rahim's delusion. He came to the door to her cell, faced her, and then stopped. He'd seen his cousin's handiwork before, but this was something else. Rahim stopped breathing, stopped thinking, stopped anything, all was lost, anything that wasn't Lily. Maybe he knew too, that for a while now, it hadn't been healing that he breathed for, but her. He dropped to his knees, hands reaching through the bars to carress her face - his first mistake. That wasn't healing, that wasn't the usual calm control he forced himself to exert over every situation, every impulse, every feeling. That was love. "Lily." He'd never said her name before, always called her Potter to her face.. "Fuck. I'm going to heal you, I'm going to stop the pain, okay? You're alright now, I promise. All you have to do is hold on. I'm here." @boggart

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accepting all memes for all muses (teddy lupin, lydia longbottom, lily potter, kitty bulstrode, estelle rowle, hermione granger-weasley, zelda sefik, freya greyback). please specify muses! find my ask box here.

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lily's  cherry-coated  lips  pursed  into  a  thin  line  as  she  chewed  over  her  best  friends'  words,  finding  herself  trapped  in  a  neverending  battle  of  mulish  head  versus  bleeding  heart.  her  best  friends  would  always  be  her  beating  heart,  and  she  loathed  the  very  thought  of  being  apart  from  them  for  even  a  moment.  ("never  saw  one  without  the  other,  did  you?"  these  words  once  spoken  about  her  grandfather  and  his  merry  band  of  marauders  only  ringed  more  true  for  this  generation  of  potters.  history  seemed  to  always  repeat  itself,  endlessly  and  unforgivingly.)  but  still,  there  was  a  thought  that  pressed  in  her  mind:  what  if  they  came  along  and  something  happened  to  them?  it'd  be  her  fault  for  encouraging  it,  no  matter  how  foolishly  noble  they'd  tell  her  she  was  being  if  she  voiced  her  fears.  “no,  there's  no  need  for  you  to  come  along  too.”  she  said  finally,  her  voice  adamant.  “come  on,  you  know  you  don't  have  to  worry  about  me.  i'll  be  fine. you  heard  what  they  said.  it'll  be  quick  and  easy,  in  and  out.”  she  tried  an  encouraging  smile.  “i'll  be  back  before  you  know  it,  just  in  time  for  our  weekly  movie  sesh.”  her  gaze  fell  onto  wynnifred,  whose  turn  it  was  to  pick  the  movie.  “right,  wynne?” ( @magicored )

her shoulders rise, voice carrying in a sort of tantrum. “ i still don't understand why we can't go with you, ” her voice is fervent, feet pacing back and forth across the shared room. the logical part of her brain knew this was routine, that sometimes they would be apart from one another, but it didn't make her feel any better about it. eyes flash to both lucy and wynifred, her body finally stilling. “ lucy, we're going right? we'll just tell them we're going. ” / ( @mvgcs )

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if there was one thing lily potter was, it was a fighter — until the very end. her relatives had told her before, shaking their heads with fond exasperation, you never know when to give in, and it was true. she'd been born a slight little thing, so small that her parents had held their breaths, fearful whether or not she would make it. she'd be fighting since the day she was born, and she wasn't about to stop now. lily refused to go quietly, and even in a situation as dire as this, she'd resolved to never give in. she would find a way out of this — even if she had to kill their captors with her bare hands. lily's freckled skin was littered with fresh, new wounds that were as red as her hair, some self-inflicted from her magic lashing out in a blaze of fury — failed escape attempts, each more desperate than the last. the ivory dress around her petite frame was stained with carmine-colored blood, visible even in the dim light of the dungeons. she'd torn it slightly in her last attempt when she tried to tackle a guard twice her size who'd easily pushed her off as though she was nothing — oh, if only she'd had her wand. she would've given him a reckoning.

inching towards her cousin louis, she grabbed his pale hand and squeezed it in a tight, vice-like grip. her best attempt at a comforting gesture, with what little comfort she could offer him in the cold, despairing fog. dementors lurked just outside the bolted door. "there has to be a way out of this," she whispered, trying to keep her voice steady, not letting her desperation show. there was nothing lily hated more than this powerlessness. "the next guards who come to interrogate us — we'll overpower them together." yes, louis with his sharp claws and teeth and lily with her raw ferocity and nimbleness. they could accomplish it, if they worked together. "we'll steal their wands, and then we'll fight our way out." if she said it vehemently enough, could she somehow will it into working? "listen to me. we can do this." ( @wolfsbanepotion )

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[ she/they, queer ] greetings to all of our listeners! we start today’s potterwatch with a long-awaited update on lydia mai longbottom who was finally spotted alive just last night, wandering the streets of london. for those of you who haven’t tuned in before, they are a 22 year old pureblood wix who is oddly reminiscent of primrose everdeen, beth march, and lucy pevensie, which makes sense considering their idealistic, compassionate, conscientious, over-compensating, naive, and self-conscious nature. you might know of them as the adopted child of neville longbottom and hannah abbott, and we’re sure that their family will be relieved to hear they’re safe and sound — or at least as much as you can be, in times like this. to all our listeners, if you catch a glimpse of someone who looks a bit like that muggle kaylee kaneshiro, that’s them. before approaching, please be aware that they’re rumored to be affiliated with the order of the phoenix, so best proceed with caution. these are dangerous times we’re living in. well, thanks for tuning in, folks. we’ll play ourselves out with smother by daughter. [ sarah, 27, she/they, pst ] [ lydia’s original surname is rosier. ]

HER FULL BIOGRAPHY IS YET TO COME. IN THE MEANTIME, PLEASE CLICK THE READ MORE TO VIEW HER INTRODUCTION.

WARNING: TRIGGERS AHEAD FOR ABUSE, NEGLECT, PTSD, TRAUMA, AND PARENTAL DEATH.

lydia was the last adopted longbottom child, around when she was four or so. most people don’t know this about her, but her parents were incredibly loyal death eaters who had sworn themselves to voldemort and the cause. they were killed when the order raided a death eater safehouse, and then neville ended up finding her hiding in the ruins, so small and frightened, and, obviously, the order wasn’t about to let an innocent child (now a war orphan) get killed or harmed, so the longbottoms ended up taking her in and raising her as their own. lydia was obviously very shell-shocked, terrified, and griefstricken at first – too young to really know what was happening – but neville and hannah were very kind and patient with her. while it took some time, she eventually let them in.

she doesn’t remember much before she was adopted by the longbottoms – she doesn’t KNOW much to be honest – she was a small child – but the hardest thing for her to grapple with was the knowledge that she came from evil – from people who were inarguably dark and twisted, who were murderers and torturers. but the strange thing is, she remembers very little, but she does remember this: they loved her. they loved her in a very different way than hannah and neville do – hannah and neville have always showered her with love and affection, a better and purer sort of love, but something lydia remembers very poignantly is that, as her biological mother was dying, she begged through tears that the order please, please not hurt her baby. she’s struggled to understand it, how they could be filled with both so much love and hatred at the same time, and she still doesn’t understand it truly.

the fact that lydia came from evil but was raised by good has made her quite a complicated person. she has an inferiority complex and deep problems with perfectionism, worrying that deep down there must be something dark inside of her. but to prove that there isn’t – that her parents made the right decision in adopting her – she tries her hardest to please everyone around her, to the point where she’ll make herself deeply unhappy in her overcompensation.

the real reason why she’s so vehement in believing that there’s good in everyone and pushes people so hard with blind loyalty is because of her biological parents. she thinks about them a lot, and she wonders if anything could’ve saved them. somewhere deep down, she knows that they were too far gone, but she doesn’t want to believe it because what does that mean about her, if she came from them? and if some people are irredeemable, how does it make any sense that they cared for her and loved her? how does it make any sense that she still feels compassion towards them (even if she loves hannah and neville much more)? she doesn’t want to believe that there’s something wrong with her, that she’s evil, but sometimes she really truly feels that way. and to hide that, again, she overcompensates! she’ll believe in anyone because it’s easier than properly addressing her fears and insecurities about herself.

she can’t cast offensive magic because she’s terrified of herself and her capabilities. it's just not in her. she wants to heal, to defend, to do good, to save people instead of harming them. that’s all she’ll allow herself to do. whenever she tries to do offensive magic, there’s a mental block preventing her that she just can’t seem to overcome. obviously, she can’t duel and is rarely ever on the battlefield unless she ends up accidentally caught in the crossfire somehow. instead, she makes herself useful to the order through her powerful healing magic, protection magic, empathy magic, and defensive magic.

the reality is that that sort of her magic is not her natural strength, but she’s very diligent and has worked so hard at it that it appears to be effortless. in truth, her offensive and dark magic is naturally and innately much stronger than her defensive, protection, and healing magic, especially considering her parentage, but she’s terrified of herself and her capabilities. she wants to be like her mother, hannah – she wants to heal instead of destroy, and she knows that it’s the right thing to do. so even though she would have a natural affinity for offensive magic and the dark arts if she would let herself cast it, she’s terrified of exploring it to the point where her brain outright refuses it. she has almost died on some occassions due to her refusal to fight, harm, or kill. she knows that she has to get over this mental block somehow if she wants to be truly useful to the order, but she’s still so frightened by all of this.

lydia loves her adopted parents and family, but sometimes, she can't help but long to see her biological parents alive again. she never expresses this feeling out of crippling guilt. of course, neville and hannah are her real parents, and the longbottoms are her real family. however, she can't help but miss them at times. who wouldn't wonder? she also thinks about her biological family often, longing to know if any of them are still out there, even though she knows that if any of her biological relatives are still alive, they are most likely death eaters too. part of her wonders if she could save them somehow, like the longbottoms saved her.

she is the youngest longbottom and adores all of her siblings so much. she used to follow them around when she was younger like an annoying little sibling. in all honesty, she still kind of does. it definitely shows that lydia’s the youngest too – overall, she’s been somewhat sheltered by her family, especially because of what her childhood was like. neville and hannah especially try to protect her innocent worldview, regarding it as miraculous in a world this cruel.

along with chronic depression and anxiety, lydia grapples with c-ptsd that stems from her early life, but she’s blocked out most of her memories as a coping mechanism. while her parents did love her, it was a very toxic, unhealthy, and destructive sort of love, and deep down, some part of her is at least subconsciously aware of this. there was a lot of neglect there, and they absolutely would’ve corrupted her if she had been raised by them. lydia sees the world and the people in it through rose-colored glasses because if she were to let that illusion shatter, she would crumble under the weight of it all.

she despises the dark arts, violence, and murder, but at the same time, she doesn’t believe that anyone is beyond saving. she thinks that there’s good in everyone, and it just needs to be brought out. she’s very much a believer in restorative justice. in lydia's mind, anyone can change if they’re just willing to try and are given the proper chance to be better, and thus, she’s willing to take a chance on anyone. she knows she’s not a fighter, but a part of her wonders if she could draw people away from the death eaters just by showing them the same compassion she was shown by the longbottoms. while many in the order might see this as a fool's errand, she can't help but feel like it’s worth a try to see if she can lead some death eaters towards redemption, to show them it is possible to be good. a moralistic healer, lydia can’t stand the idea of taking a life because it would go against everything she believes in. if she saw a death eater who was about to die, she would readily heal them because, at the end of the day, she’ll never stand by and just let someone die when she can do something about it. she won't have their blood on her hands. but as a non-combatant, lydia is rarely ever caught in the fray and has not come across as many death eaters as other order members.

she’s really insecure and self conscious about herself, and it’s caused her to develop a lot of perfectionistic tendencies. when she can’t live up to her incredibly unrealistic expectations of herself, she beats herself up about it. overall, she suffers from terrible imposter syndrome, which isn't helped by the knowledge that she is in some ways an imposter. as much as she wants to deny it, she is a child born from monsters. sometimes she can't help but feel like she doesn't fit into her family as lucky as she is to have them.

she tends to push herself too hard and overcompensates to feel better about herself. she’s very much a people-pleaser to the point where it’s detrimental to her wellbeing. she just wants to make everyone around her happy, but in turn, it makes her very easy for people to take advantage of her. honestly, she can be incredibly naive and too easily trusting. she’s very idealistic and likes to see the best in people (especially the ones she’s close to). she can be blindly loyal and isn’t good at admitting other people’s faults, but at the same time, she’s really and unfairly critical when it comes to herself.

she tries to push her friends and family to be the best they can be. it must be rather annoying for them at times because she just believes in people so much and often pushes them to do things they’re not actually capable of. and of course, some people are beyond saving, but she doesn’t really recognize that because she thinks that there must be some good in everyone even if a person is clearly a lost cause. 

she’s such a goodie-two-shoes and, honestly, very straight laced as well. she's never smoked or tried drugs, and she rarely ever drinks. she followed the rules to a tee when she was younger and was teased in school because she was so tightly wound when it came to going against authority. she took the fact that her father was the headmaster very seriously and always felt really anxious over the idea of getting into trouble for any reason. back in school, she was an overachiever and a model student, receiving excellent marks in most subjects. she also managed to get her prefect badge just like hannah did, something she was very proud of. all-in-all, she’s just not very good at letting loose. you can see this in how tightly she ties the ribbons in her hair and carefully irons her clothes.

she didn’t stand up for herself very much when she was younger, and honestly, she still has some problems doing so today, hating the idea of conflict. but as she's grown older, she's started to learn how to bite back, just a bit. she has always been really set in her beliefs though, and she’s stubborn and determined – it’s just in a quiet sort of way. and she can be brave, she’s learned. it’s just a different sort of bravery than the other people around her. she’s not ostentatious about it, but she’ll remain steadfast in her beliefs. she has good morals instilled within her and will always try to do the right thing.

she’s really good at taking care of other people, but oftentimes, she forgets to take care of herself and never seems to put herself first. she can often be found at the phoenix nest, working into the late hours of the night, willing to forgo sleep if it means helping a patient. although she's still training to be a proper healer, she's taken it upon herself to try to be a comforting presence to the dying, letting them squeeze her hand and mumble senselessly as their grip on the world fades away.

QUICK FACTS

she was a hufflepuff at scholomance, but the hat also considered gryffindor. while she would have been fine with gryffindor, she was quite happy with her sorting. she's always wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps.

she's a cancer sun, virgo moon, and pisces rising.

her patronus is a unicorn.

she speaks fluent japanese.

her wand is 11 inches, rowan, unicorn hair, rigid.

her boggart is herself corrupted by dark magic, hands covered in blood. a murderer, just like her biological parents.

she has an orange tabby cat named pumpkin, a stray she rescued and nursed back to health.

her best subject at school was herbology, which she loved bonding with her father over. her next best subject was charms.

she is quite skilled at playing the piano and has a lovely singing voice too. she has been known to sing to her plants, which she swears helps them grow.

she rooms with her siblings at the safehouses.

she identifies as queer. she hasn't really given much more thought to her gender identity as her experiences with gender and sexuality are quite fluid, but the closest label would most likely be a demigirl. her pronouns are she/they. while she normally uses she/her, there are days where lydia identifies more with they/them. she plays it by ear.

she is incredibly scared of flying.

if forced to duel, her signature move is to simply disarm her opponent using expelliarmous (very harry of her).

an incredibly empathetic person, she cried for days the first time a patient under her care died.

in the rare occasions when lydia finds herself angry, she isn't the most direct and will instead let you know that she's upset with you through copious amounts of passive aggression. best of luck.

she has a left eyebrow slit. lydia thinks it happened the day she lost her biological parents — a piece of rumble falling onto her face and leaving a mark — but she doesn't remember for sure.

AESTHETICS

quiet bravery and steadfast loyalty; neatly pressed robes; the warm, enveloping sun finally coming out after a tempestuous storm; doe brown eyes, delicate features, and a sweet disposition hiding an imposter syndrome that threatens to swallow you whole; blowing a futile wish on a dandelion and watching it disappear into the wind, praying that it will somehow come true; perfectly curled hair tied together too tightly with a yellow ribbon; a desperation to save everyone you can, even to the detriment of yourself; missing people you shouldn’t miss; hands that only know how to heal, not destroy

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[ she/her, cis woman ] greetings to all of our listeners! we start today’s potterwatch with a long-awaited update on lily luna potter who was finally spotted alive just last night, wandering the streets of london. for those of you who haven’t tuned in before, they are a 24 year old halfblood witch who is oddly reminiscent of the duality of phoenix fire, bringing destruction and rebirth; heart-pounding duels; a meadow of wildflowers wilting away; the fury deep within your core that burns as sweltering as fiendfyre, threatening to consume you; and feeding into your rage because if you falter for just a moment, you’ll remember just how hollow you are, which makes sense considering their valiant, passionate, quick-witted, self-righteous, headstrong, and short-tempered nature. you might know of them as the biological child of harry potter and ginny weasley, and we’re sure that their family will be relieved to hear they’re safe and sound — or at least as much as you can be, in times like this. to all our listeners, if you catch a glimpse of someone who looks a bit like that muggle madelaine petsch, that’s them. before approaching, please be aware that they’re rumored to be affiliated with the order of the phoenix, so best proceed with caution. these are dangerous times we’re living in. well, thanks for tuning in, folks. we’ll play ourselves out with savior complex by phoebe bridgers. [ sarah, 27, she/they, pst ]

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