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rainydayathogwarts · 4 months ago

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Bloody introductions - Charlie Weasley

summary: some of charlie's siblings break in to his apartment to surprise him and find out about his roommate/girlfriend wc: 1.1k+

Charlie grunted, hand around your waist tightening as he tried stablising you all whilst unlocking the front door to your shared apartment. You winced, limping slightly but Charlie tutted at you, encouraging you to lift your injured leg off the ground, using him as a crutch system. You awkwardly hopped into your apartment, immediately beelining towards your kitchen for a glass of water. Charlie locked the door, slowly following you to the kitchen, where he leaned against the doorway, observing you carefully. “Sit down, I’ll go get the healing kit, yeah?”

You blew your boyfriend a kiss from where you stood, shuffling a chair backwards so you could sit on it as Charlie began leaving the kitchen. However, before he could leave, a loud clattering was heard from the direction of your living room. You both froze mid-movement, eyes wide in alert as listened closely for other sounds. You stood up slowly, grabbing your wand and nodding at Charlie, who began stalking closer to the living room. You limped behind him, all pain from your leg seemingly gone as adrenaline raced through your body. You kept your back close to the wall as Charlie peeked behind the corner. His shoulders immediately slumped in relief, but emotions quickly overtook his body, and he yelled out “What are you guys doing here?”

The four Weasley in the living room all held the same facial expression, you realised when you dipped your head out of hiding to see the situation. They were all grimacing at Charlie, glancing at each other nervously. “We were going to surprise you but Ron ruined the surprise.” Snitched Ginny, glaring at her brother profusely. You gulped, quickly hiding behind the wall again, letting your boyfriend interact with his siblings. You could tell he felt conflicted - on one hand he hadn’t seen his siblings in almost a year, on the other hand, they had broken into his apartment that he shared with the girlfriend they didn’t know existed.

As they shared much needed hugs with each other, you heard one of the twins tease “Hey this is a pretty feminine apartment Charlie. Almost like you’re living with that girlfriend of yours.” Well, never mind then. Charlie turned around, shooting you a panicked look. He began stuttering. “You can’t tell mum! She’ll kill me if she knows I’m living with a woman she hasn’t met. A woman I’m not even married to.” You laughed nervously just in time to see a ginger haired woman peek around the corner into the hallway you stood in. She smiled at you widely, excitedly saying “Hi!” as she threw her arms out, bringing you into a hug. “Nice to meet you!” You exclaimed, turning to introduce yourself to Charlie’s other siblings.

Before you managed to though, you noticed the terrified look on Ron’s features, all blood drained from his already pale face. You glanced down at your leg, and sighed “Oh.” Attracting Charlie’s gaze, he gasped, rushing towards you. “You’ve started bleeding on the floor.” Indeed, the large cut on your leg from the ukrainian iron belly had started trailing down your leg, pooling around your shoes and leaving a stain on the floor. Around the cut from the dragon’s fiery claws, there’d been a nasty burn, undoubted what bothered the young Weasley brother so much.

Charlie came running back to you with the healing kit, an arm wrapping around your waist and lifting most of your weight off the ground to quickly get you back to the kitchen.

You sat on the same chair as before, kicking your shoe off as Charlie carefully wiped all the excess blood off your leg. “Um, so how’d you guys get in here? I mean, clearly if a few teenagers can break into our place, we’re not using the right protection measures?” You called out, watching as the identical gingers and their younger sister walked into the room. “Stole mum’s spare key from home.” Your eyes widened and you looked down at Charlie in disbelief.

“Your mum has a spare key to our apartment and she doesn’t even know that we live together!?” Charlie chuckled apprehensively, eyes briefly meeting yours. “Just for emergencies. Bill has one too.” You huffed, shrugging your shoulders. “That's understandable. Bill’s stayed with us for weeks at a time but your mother? Jesus, Charlie.”

“Bill has stayed with you guys for weeks but we’re only just finding out you live together!?”

“Hey, for what it’s worth, I didn’t know you guys even knew I existed.”

Ginny spluttered, “What!” You hummed, wincing and gripping the sides of your chair as Charlie disinfected your wound, putting a healing ointment onto it before wrapping it up with a bandaid. “Okay Ron, you can come out now.” Charlie called, running a hand through his hair as he got up from his knees.

“So, no offense, but why are you guys here? Like not here here, but in Romania?” Charlie put his hands on his hips at your question, turning around to face his siblings. “Yeah, why are you here?” “We each have our own reason.” Ron started, “She doesn’t want me to take my internship for the Holyhead Harpies Quidditch Youth because she thinks that I can’t stand three weeks away from home.” cut off Ginny. Ron huffed at her interruption, opening his mouth once more. “And she thinks we shouldn’t open our shop because that requires 'real adult responsibilities.'” Added Fred and George in unison, causing Ron to throw his hands up in the air in annoyance. Charlie crossed his arms over his chest, humming considerately. “And she won’t let me go on a trip with Harry, Neville, Dean and Seamus!” Charlie barked out a laugh, gesturing towards the kitchen.

“Well you guys can split sleeping arrangements in the living room.” He gestured towards the living room before turning to you and furrowing his eyebrows. You shrugged your shoulders, pushing yourself up to your feet, whimpering at the pain that shot up your leg. “Woah, careful.” Charlie steadied you with gentle hands on your hips, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “It’s fine, we booked a room at his motel nearby, just wanted to drop by to surprise you, and show mum we can survive somewhere else for a while. Like adults.”

“Did you tell her?” “We left her a note.”

You frowned, looking at Charlie worriedly “A note?” You whispered. Charlie shrugged, mumbling back “Me and Bill did way worse when we were their age. A note is good enough” His siblings fled into the living room, leaving you alone with your boyfriend. “Well, that means you only have two more people to meet until I can put a ring on that finger.” You felt your face heat up, pushing yourself up onto the tippy toes of your uninjured leg to chastely kiss Charlie. Yeah, two people who would probably come all the way here looking for their children anyway.

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we-do-be-writing · 10 months ago

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Talkative People

Percy Weasley x Reader

It was the first official day of your first year at Hogwarts and the sheer amount of school work you’ve received already is astonishing. So, you made your way to the library for some silence. It was surprisingly busy as you pushed open the heavy doors, mostly upperclassmen occupying the tables.

Scanning over the room, you see a fellow first year student with bright red hair. He’s sitting a few chairs down from his brother, who’s studying in a group of upperclassmen.

Of course you know the boy, it was hard not to when his older brothers basically screeched as he was sorted into Gryffindor. He had a wide smile on his face at the time, but now he’s almost frowning as his eyes run over the book on the table. Glancing around, you can’t see the third Weasley boy, Charlie. Before you can look further, your attention is drawn back to the task of finding a seat when someone clears their throat behind you.

“Sorry” you murmur, taking a couple steps towards Percy Weasley.

You almost feel bad breaking his concentration, but you’re not at Hogwarts to play games. You came to learn, and it seems like this Weasley boy would be a good study partner.

His obvious desire to consume as much information from the book as possible speaks to you. It’s not that you need help necessarily, just someone to hold you accountable so you remember to study. That’s where Percy comes in, sitting in silence on his own, glaring at anyone who raises their voice.

You realize this is a delicate situation, one wrong move and he will disown you from his presence. You’ve seen it at the dinner table in the Great Hall, he strays away from everyone but his brothers. This doesn’t deter you though, finding a reliable study partner at the beginning of school is crucial to a successful education.

So, you stand up as straight as you can and walk towards the boy this red hair. Before he even has a chance to look up at your shadow, you slide into the seat across his. You silently pull out your books, ignoring the way his eyebrow tips up in question.

Giving him a quick smile, you introduce yourself, “I’m Y/n L/n, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Is it?” He questions, “what makes you think I’m interested in meeting you?”

Oof, well that stung a little, but nothing you weren’t semi prepared for.

Folding your hands together on top of your books, you respond, “it’s simple really: you’re not a talkative person, I’m not a talkative person… if we don’t sit together people may think we’re lonely and talk to us.”

Clearly, Percy was not expecting you to talk back, as both his eyebrows raise now.

“It’s psychology,” you continue, “people see someone with a furrowed brow and frown on their lips, like you, and they think the person is struggling, interrupting their concentration to offer help.”

Percy’s eyes lock with yours at the subtle dig you took at him, but you don’t let him reply,

“If we’re both sitting at the same table, with a couple well-placed interactions, people will be more likely to leave us alone as we are here to help each other. Thus, we can focus on studying, as that is the common goal we share.”

He waits a couple seconds, seeing if you have more to say. When you stay silent, he speaks up,

“… I suppose that is sound enough logic, but don’t plan on this being a regular thing.”

You raise your hands in surrender, knowing that you’ve already made plenty of progress for the day.

You quietly open your book and begin to study, not noticing the way Percy’s gaze lingers on you before he goes back to studying.

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After a while, Bill comes over, bag slung over his shoulder.

“Hi Percy, who’s this?” He asks, gesturing to you.

Percy releases a sigh at the distraction, so you take the initiative to respond to Bill yourself,

“Y/n L/n, a pleasure to meet you…?”

“Bill, Bill Weasley, and this is Percy, though I’m sure he told you.” Bill raises an eyebrow at his younger brother, who chooses to ignore it.

You just hum in response, causing Bill to shake his head with a smile at his brother’s cold shoulder.

“Well, I hate to interrupt, but dinner has started.”

Percy snaps his book shut and carefully places all his items into his bag. He looks at you as you stand from your seat.

“It has been an honor studying with the great Percy Weasley,” you tease, bowing towards him. Lifting your head, you see him roll his eyes, but his cheeks tinge with red.

Before he can come up with a response, you wave goodbye, walking away from the table and out of the library.

Percy huffs in frustration that he wasn’t able to quip back. Bill snorts a little before covering his mouth, but Percy still gives him a little shove, speedily walking from his brother’s knowing eyes.

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It’s been a couple days since you last saw Percy in the library. Surprisingly enough, you’ve actually been seeing him more often following his roommate Oliver Wood, who’s following his brother Charlie Weasley. You didn’t take Percy as the type to follow Quidditch, though based on the way he continues to have his nose buried in a book while he trails along, it doesn’t seem like he’s all that interested.

Nonetheless, it’s not like you’ve been waiting with baited breath till the day you study with him again. You have other things to do, like getting to know your own roommates. You’ve decided that talking with them about classes, specifically the material each of you remember, is a good way to study as well.

But now, you are back in the library, sitting at the edge of a table with the hopes of deterring too many people from crowding around. So far, so good, as you flip through pages and make notes in the margins.

Suddenly, a shadow looms from the person standing on the other side of the table. Looking up, you see a somewhat red Percy Weasley looking down at you. You pretend not to notice the tight grip he has on his bag, or the way he wrings it with nerves.

“Hello” you greet him, raising your eyebrows expectantly.

He clears his throat, “May I sit?”

Now this is unexpected and you have to decide if it’s worth the risk of teasing him or just let him do as he wishes. After minimal thought, you can’t help but slide a little tease in…

“I was under the impression that you were only interested in a one-time fling.”

Percy’s eyes widen and his cheeks flush, but he quickly regains his composure and sends a glare your way.

“I would not call it a fling of any means,” he scorns, “if I am not welcome, then I will leave.”

You reach out a hand, grabbing the strap of his bag, your fingers just barely missing his.

“You’re always welcome, no need to ask, Merlin knows I didn’t when I joined you”

You let go of his bag, gesturing for him to sit across from you. He huffs a little, but settles into the seat and pulls out his books.

“No, you didn’t ask.” He remarks before zeroing in on his own notes.

You fight down a smile and try to go back to studying. Although he can be a little brash, you must admit that seeing him lock in helps you find your concentration. This lasts a good half an hour or so before Bill comes in with his upperclassman friends.

“Percy, Y/n, how nice to see you both here together again.” He pats Percy on the shoulder as he passes by, giving him a not so subtle wink.

You pretend that you didn’t see it, flipping to the next page in your book for effect. However, when Percy rolls his eyes at his brother, you decide it’s a good time for a break.

“Have you studied much since the other day?”

Percy looks to you, “yes I have,” he replies curtly.

Not an unexpected response, but you’re feeling reckless, so you keep your eyes locked, waiting for him to continue.

He sighs, “Unfortunately, not as much as I would have liked. My brother Charlie has been trying to pique my interest with Quidditch.”

“Any luck?”

“None if he wants me to play, but I suppose I don’t mind watching.” He shrugs, breaking eye contact as he rubs his fingers against the quill in his hand.

“Personally, I enjoy hearing about the mechanics of the game.” You mention, which Percy hums in what you assume is agreement.

Once again, you are presented with an opportunity to push the limits of your… relationship with Percy. You could ask him to accompany you to a game, as the first one of the year is coming soon.

Before you can think about it further, Percy’s gaze snaps back up to you. The intensity of his eyes sends a shock through you and your eyebrows furrow in silent question.

“Charlie… he is especially excited about the first game of the year, wants me to come watch.”

Your eyes narrow just the tiniest bit, “well it is an important game.”

Deciding to treat the situation as you would with a nervous animal, you let the boy come to you. He seems to have other plans though, losing the intense energy and snapping his book shut.

“I- uh, suppose I should get going…” he doesn’t offer any further explanation and you try not to swoon at his suddenly shy nature.

“Alright,” you reply, “I’ve got a little more to do, but it was nice to study with you, Percy.”

He pauses at the way his name sounds on your voice and you have to rest your chin in your hand to hide your smile. He nods stiffly, going to walk by the edge of the table.

You once again reach out and stop him before he can fully pass you. He looks down at you from the side of his eye, biting his lip a little.

“I’ll see you at the game,” you say, finally letting your smile show.

He blinks a couple times, heat rising to his face. You bring your hand back to the table, turning to the books in front of you.

Percy releases an audible breath before continuing on his way, looking down to hide the smile breaking across his lips.

Little does he know, you couldn’t concentrate the rest of your time at the library, daydreaming about when you’ll see him next.

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muddycrows · 2 years ago

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A friend requested i draw the Weasley family (golden trio era) . Just a goofy sketch but i thought id share here too. Im aware i forgot charlie, imagine hes there, this is an interactive piece now.

#golden trio era #harry potter fanart #harry potter #ron weasley #ginny weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #fred and george #molly weasley #bill weasley #percy weasley #weasley twins #ron weasley fanart

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empathiie · 1 year ago

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"Charlie," She sighs deeply, relieved to see him. She approaches him swiftly, pulling him into a tight hug. "I'm alive, yeah. At least I am, here. Not back home," Dora nods. "I'm so glad to see you."

closed starter for @empathiie || Charlie x Dora

"Dora?" He was shocked to see her, clearly people could come back to life and her death had crushed his family. Himself included. She was like family. "You're alive?"

#( * character interactions: dora tonks. )#( * dora tonks ; charlie weasley. )#mischiefxmuses #death mention tw

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hollowed-theory-hall · 6 months ago

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Notes from my Deathly Hallows reread: Slughorn returns with the Slytherins

So, most of you probably saw or heard of that interview JKR gave back in the day about how Slughorn came back to the battle of Hogwarts with the Slytherin students:

JN: And how much is it that being sorted into Slytherin is, you know, sorted into good guys and bad guys here? JKR: Well, they’re not all bad, that would- I know I’ve said this before, (JN: Yeah, I remember.) and I think I said it to Emerson, they are not all bad, and, well, far from it. As we know, at the end, they may have (laughs) a slightly more highly developed sense of self-preservation then other people because… SU: Yeah, right. JN: Yeah. JKR: A part of the final battle that made me smile was Slughorn galloping back with Slytherins, (SU: Yes!) (JN laughs) but they’d gone off to get reinforcements first, you know what I’m saying? But yes, they came back, they came back to fight, so I mean- but I’m sure that many people would say “Well, that’s common sense, isn’t it? Isn’t that smart, to get out, get more people and come back with them?” JN: Yeah.

(From this interview)

And like most fans, I always kinda assumed it was her retconning things in the books again, because I just didn't remember it happening and she added a lot of little tidbits (some more contradictory than others) in the years after the books, so I don't tend to take them too seriously. But I was reading Deathly Hallows last night and she might've actually written that in:

And now there were more, even more people storming up the front steps, and Harry saw Charlie Weasley overtaking Horace Slughorn, who was still wearing his emerald pajamas. They seemed to have returned at the head of what looked like the families and friends of every Hogwarts student who had remained to fight, along with the shopkeepers and homeowners of Hogsmeade. The centaurs Ban, Ronan, and Magorian burst into the hall with a great clatter of hooves, as behind Harry the door that led to the kitchens was blasted off its hinges. The house-elves of Hogwarts swarmed into the entrance hall

(DH, 734) 619

Harry later mentions a horde of wizards, and we know Harry doesn't actually recognize all the students in his year, let alone all the students in Slytherin he doesn't interact with regularly. So, I wonder if she really meant by "they seemed to have returned" other Slytherins when she wrote it initially and how much of a retcon that interview really is.

Considering it was the middle of the night, the Slytherins likely were wearing pajamas, like Slughon, and maybe cloaks over them and not school robes, so it's possible Harry would have no way of knowing who's a student if he doesn't know them personally.

The only real issue I have with the canonicity of it is this statement from Voldemort:

"If your son is dead, Lucius, it is not my fault. He did not come and join me, like the rest of the Slytherins. Perhaps he has decided to befriend Harry Potter?" "No—never," whispered Malfoy.

(DH, 641)

But perhaps he's talking in hyperbole (or just being a shit to Lucius, as he does), since we know Crabbe and Goyle hadn't come back to join him either and he doesn't mention them.

Additionally, when the Golden Trio goes up to the headmaster's office Phineas Black says this:

and Phineas Nigellus called, in his high, reedy voice, “And let it be noted that Slytherin House played its part! Let our contribution not be forgotten!”

(DH, 747)

It doesn't sound like he's just talking about himself, Snape, and Slughorn, it sounds like he's talking about actual combatants, so...

JKR's statement about Slytherins fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts on Harry's side (besides Slughorn) is surprisingly, probably, canon.

The interview I mentioned was only 7 months after the book came out, so I wonder if she wrote a different version of that paragraph before editing and was thinking about that... It seems the intention might've been there even if she didn't write it all that clearly...

#harry potter #hp #hp meta #harry potter meta #hollowedtheory #deathly hallows #harry potter and the deathly hallows

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cherry-pop-elf · 6 months ago

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I don’t really like putting all of the Weasley’s in Gryffindor. I was thinking, Percy and Ravenclaw, obviously, and maybe Ginny in slytherin? I don’t know. I could see Charlie in Gryffindor, but he also gives Hufflepuff vibes from what I’ve read of him. (I have not read the books.)

I’d like to know your thoughts do you agree with these? Do you disagree? Do you have any additional ones? Or do you just prefer all of them in Gryffindor?

Nah nah I totally agree on this.

I think with how the story is that there was a feeling of expectation for them to all be in a house, like how the Weasleys went crazy when Ron became a HeadBoy, and needing to give insight to the reader the Weasley’s morals and personality’s.

Especially since there are so many Weasleys to keep track of, and we don’t really interact with much. Like Charlie being cut out of the film entirely, and the fact Bill was introduced was soon as year 4 and that’s when he met Fleur like ugh

So I guess here are some little headcanons about possible alternative houses for the Weasleys

Alternative Houses For The Weasley Siblings

Bill Weasley/Ravenclaw

From what we have learned from Hogwarts Mystery ((which I’m trying to play through but fuck the game play sucks. FOR THE WEASLEYS!)) We learned that he pretty much was taken into Gringotts as soon as he finished school

THATS NOT EASY!

Gringotts is the best and safest bank in the world for a reason. They take in ONLY THE BEST. But over here we have a 17-18 year old working there.

Much like with Luna for her open mindedness for knowledge and her special interests for magical animals Bill shows that with Cursebreaking

Ravenclaws are special for being utterly brilliant for the special interest they have. Bill has a clear passion for history and Cursebreaking. Enough to show he was worthy to work at Gringotts

He clearly is very brilliant, open minded, curious, quick witted, and has so many quirks that show Ravenclaw would have supported him perfectly

To be a curse breaker you really need to be passionate to learn more and more. It’s a ever changing career that will introduce new things, and you need to think outside of the box to handle

There is also the fact you’ll need to know a shit Tom of History to handle a job like that. And we all know every gay kid had a phase of either Egyptian History or Greek History (ha jokes on you mines Norse! But uh. Yeah I also dabbled in Greek and Egyptian rip-!) And will you look at that he was stationed in Egypt for a while

Very Ravenclaw

Charlie Weasley/Hufflepuff

We don’t really get much info on him ((also forgive me I haven’t been able to play through much of Mystery because the gameplay just. Sucks so bad)) But we know for a fact he is passionate as hell about Dragons

On one hand that could mean he’s a Ravenclaw, but I argue Hufflepuff.

He is part of a Dragon Sanctuary after all. He takes care of dragons, new born dragons, and helps run it. He clearly has the passion and nerve to make sure he has what it takes to care for such dangerous beasts

Very much a Newt 2.0

You need to be patient, hard working, open minded, well rounded, and as loyal as a dragon to handle such a job like that

He even went as far as to come save Norbert(a) by the drop of the hat from Ron. Clearly a sign of loyalty and compassion to do whatever it took to take care of dragons. We even know that from how Norbert(a) is still alive and well by the time of Deathly Hallows

You really need to have a strong heart to have the time and energy to care for baby dragons and the loyalty to jump at the sound of Ron asking for help. To pull off this insane heist to practically break into Hogwarts to collect the baby

So Hufflepuff coded

Percy Weasley/Slytherin

This almost feels self explanatory

Percy is extremely ambitious about his goals. His goals are at the forefront and he is willing to push whatever buttons he needs to reach them. Which, as shown, put quite the divide with his family. A sub plot point really we are shown through out the books

Also he kinda has pure blood society standards a little bit don’t lie

He also has quite the perfectionist attitude, rather intense, and just really has a heavy focus on self image. To be seen a certain way by people. Much to the expense of his family

He really radiates the toxic traits that Slytherin have. Slytherin have good traits, just as much as Hufflepuff’s will have bad, so don’t worry about me type casting here.

Just take a moment to think it over and well…..

Percy really is a Slytherin

Fred And George Weasley/Slytherin

Now the twins show plenty of Slytherin traits as well, but in a different way compared to Percy

They also are very determined to reach their goals. To the point they took a hella massive risk with leaving school before they could finish. They took a calculated risk and won

They are very ambitious, and if they have a goal they’ll find a way to reach it. Very much how they are so successful. They don’t let the haters keep them down. Even with how unsupported their own mother was they knew they could do it

They also have that edge all the same. They know how to pull that charm to get what they want, and aren’t scared to get their hands dirty.

And we know there’s lots of dirt on those hands

Very much able to win over crowds with ease, and are very aware of how they can use what they have to reach their end goals

They have that edge and we know they would be unstoppable if they had Slytherin’s under their wings

Very much Slytherins

Ron Weasley/ Gryffindor

Nah Ron is as true to a Gryffindor as they come

Even as early as his first year he got it proven quickly

He’s very bold, blunt, and brave. Willing to stand his ground. Sometimes even when he’s wrong, but hey he’s willing to speak his mind and not be afraid of what he has to say. Not willing to be swayed to easily

Sure he can have rather low self confidence but the moment someone like Hermione, Harry, or his family members are insulted or done wrong he’s jumping out of his chair and throwing hands

He’s willing to face the unthinkable for the sake of others. Aka when Bellatrix was torturing Hermione. He loved her entirely and his brave heart was willing to face insanity for her sake

If he’s gonna die it’s gonna be standing. Never on his knees. Time and time again he was facing his fears head on when he hated it. He was willing to follow those spiders despite how crippling his fear was. To face death even as young as eleven because his moral code said it had to be done

He is a TRUE Gryffindor

Ginny Weasley/ Gryffindor or Hufflepuff

Honestly? This is a toss up. She shows very strong elements from both. So this could very well be a case of her being in Gryffindor for more so to follow her siblings but not have it really affect the end goal

She shows very strong traits for both so it’s really hard for me to really give a concrete yes or no to which house

She’s very much a brave girl, living in the moment, stubborn as all hell, and will stand her ground

She also has shown she can be rather caring and comforting. Such as in the deathly hallows when students had to take refuge in the Room Of Requirments. We don’t get much on that aspect specifically but to help take care of her fellow frightened students had to involve a lot of patience and gentleness.

She also has a strong friendship with Luna. Best friends really. Something like that leads me to think she would be very open minded then and well rounded to be able to look through such a different lens compared to her own

It’s really a tight toss up. She can fit in either house very well

So if I had to be held at gun point she would be in Gryffindor for the sake of family more so than actual house choosing

Hope my little headcanons could be enjoyed and open your own minds to different ideas!

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once-upon-an-imagine · 2 years ago

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Everything Has Changed - Sirius Black

A/N: I am loving these requests and they are slowly making me come out of my writer’s block so... here’s another one! I loved this request and I tried to write it as she fell first but he fell harder xD hope you loves like it!

Request - Anonymous asked: Okay since you’re not in the mood for Charlie Weasley, can you please do Sirius x Lupin!reader where he sees her for the first time since graduating Hogwarts (maybe at Jily’s wedding?) and he is just starstruck? Like, love at first sight starstruck and Remus is just like; really Pads, my baby sister?? Thanks!!

Warnings: none that I can think of but let me know if you find something :) it’s pure fluff!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)

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Everything Has Changed

'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello" And your eyes look like comin' home All I know is a simple name And everything has changed

“Moony! Would you hurry up? If we’re late Lily will kill us and she would say it’s my fault!” Sirius argued as he tried fixing his bowtie.

“I’m almost done! Plus, my sister’s meeting us here. She should be close!” he yelled from his room.

“Little Moon’s coming?” Sirius muttered to himself as he tried to succeed with his bowtie.

Sirius’ relationship with Remus’ little sister as you had been known your entire Hogwarts year, was no different from James’ or Peter’s. At least for him. He saw you like that. A little sister. He felt very protective of you, but that was pretty much it. It was mostly because you were a quiet, shy girl that tried to stay out of trouble. Which is why he called you Little Moons. He thought it was extremely clever when you started at Hogwarts and you secretly loved it. He scared assholes away from you. You tutored him in some classes, even if you were a year younger. And you had a very platonic-like relationship. He hadn’t seen you in about a year now, since he graduated Hogwarts. He knew you had been back for about a month now, but still hadn’t been able to meet with you. And then, he heard a knock on the door.

“That must be her! Could you get it, Pads?” he hear Remus from his room again. Sirius sighed frustrated, giving up on fixing his tie and he ran his hands through his hair before walking over to the door. But when he opened it, he did not find the Little Moons he knew.

“Sirius!” you smiled brightly up at him. Sirius was completely starstruck when he saw you, standing there, all ready for the wedding, looking incredibly beautiful. He was snapped out of his thoughts when you threw his arms around his shoulders and he quickly wrapped his around your waist. “It’s so good to see you” you smiled, pulling away and kissing his cheek.

This wasn’t an unusual interaction between the two of you. You were pretty close back in school. But something had changed, and Sirius felt it.

“L-little Moons” he chuckled, still with his arms around your waist. “It’s good to see you too, love” he said, kissing your head. “It’s been so long” he smiled. You felt butterflies in your stomach. The same way you did every single time Srius looked at you. “Y-you look-”

“‘Bout bloody time you got here, bug!”

The two of you jumped apart when Remus came out of his room and ran your way to give you a big hug.

“Right, because you two look like you’re ready to leave? Sirius hasn’t even fixed his tie” you laughed. “And your hair is a mess!” you said, running a hand through Remus’ hair.

“I’m almost done” he rolled his eyes, walking into the bathroom.

“Do you need help with that?” you asked Sirius, who was once again struggling with his tie.

“I-” he sighed. “Would you mind?”

“Come here” you said, as he got closer and you started fixing his tie. “So, best man” you smirked. “You excited about today?”

“Yeah” he admitted. “I can’t believe Prongs is getting married” he told you.

“I can’t believe it’s to Lily” you chuckled. “For a minute there, I was sure she was going to murder him” you said, making him laugh a little. “But I will admit they are really cute together” you said as you finished fixing his tie. “All done” you said, smiling at him.

“Thanks, love” he smiled.

“James really picked the best man for the job” you smiled at him.

“Seriously, bug?” Remus said, appearing again. “You’re just going to say out loud that Sirius is better than me?” he asked, offended.

“Yeah, that was never a secret” you smirked, crossing your arms and earning a glare from your brother.

“Yeah, I’ve always been Little Moon’s favorite” Sirius said, throwing his arm around your shoulders.

“I forgot how I’ve always hated the two of you together” Remus said, rolling his eyes as the three of you left for the wedding.

Sirius had no idea what’s been going on with him today. Every now and then, his eyes decided to find you in the crowd during the ceremony. He intently tried to shake off the thought of you walking down the aisle in a white dress, when Lily came down the aisle. And now, he was just sitting at his table, drink in his hand, glaring at the way that you were laughing at Frank Longbottom’s joke. Frank isn’t even that funny. And Frank is with Alice. And why would he give a fuck about who you decide to laugh with?

“So, looking for your pick of the night?”

Sirius jumped a little when you sat down next to him. He hadn’t even noticed when you left Frank and were now back.

“W-what? What are you talking about?” he chuckled, nervously.

“Come on, Black, this was our thing. You always said I was your best wingman” you smirked.

It was true. Your relationship with Sirius even came to the point when you even helped him with girls. Over the years you had become extremely good at hiding your feelings for him, so much as to be considered his wingman.

“Oh, r-right” he chuckled. “Well, not today, love” he smiled.

“Are you sure? There are a bunch of pretty ladies here” you told him.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Yes, wasn’t it obvious?” you asked, making him laugh a little.

“So” he cleared his throat. “W-what about you? Looking for someone today?”

“Me? No” you chuckled, feeling your cheeks burn a little. “I’ve had enough of that for a while” you said, looking down.

“What do you mean?” he asked, confused.

“Remus didn’t tell you?” you asked, looking back at him. “Why I moved back here again?” you asked and he shook his head no. “I… kind of just broke up with someone” you told him.

“What? You were dating someone?” he asked, trying to ignore the feeling of jealousy inside of him.

“Don’t say it like that, Sirius. I am only a year younger than you” you glared at him, laughing.

“N-no, I didn’t mean it like that, I just… well, I didn’t know” he said, trying to play it cool.

“Yeah, not many people knew” you told him. “Anyways we broke up right before we graduated” you told him. “We had very different ideas of the future” you said. “He wanted to get married right away and have kids and I just… don’t think I��m ready for that” you told him.

“Really?”

“Well, not now, at least. I think it’s great that James and Lily got married, but there are so many things I want to do before I… settle down, I guess” you informed him.

“Now you sound like me, love” he chuckled.

“Well, because you make sense, Siri” you said, making him stop laughing. It had been a long time since you called him that. You were the only one he ever allowed to call him that. “S-sorry, I know you hate it when I call you that-”

“No, I don’t” he insisted. “I hate when other people call me that. But not you” he smiled sweetly at you. “And for what is worth, that guy sounds like a prick” he said, making you laugh.

“You don’t even know who he was” you told him as he took a sip of his drink.

“Doesn’t matter. Having someone as amazing as you and just letting her go? He’s a real idiot” he said, looking you straight in the eyes and placing his hand under your chin so you would pay attention to him. “You never settle for anyone who doesn’t treat you like the amazing person that you are, okay?”

You felt warmth in your heart. Sirius rarely talked about things that really matter with you, but whenever he did, you knew he always meant it. “Okay, Siri” you smiled as he kissed your forehead.

At last… My love has come along

“Well, look at that” he said when the next song started. “I believe that’s your favorite song” he smiled.

My lonely days are over And life is like a song

“Y-you remember that?” you chuckled.

“Of course, I do” he said, standing up and offering his hand to you. “May I have this dance, love?”

At last The skies above are blue My heart was wrapped up in clover The night I looked at you

Your smile got so bright that Sirius was unable to deny the butterflies he felt in his stomach too as you placed your hand in his and he walked you to the dance floor. Sirius brought you closer, holding your hand with his and wrapping his free arm around your waist and you quickly rested your head on his chest. This was a dream come true for you. The little girl inside you that had been in love with Sirius Black since you met was screaming inside of you right now. All those times being his wingman all you truly wanted was for him to see you as someone other than ‘Little Moons’. You didn’t mind the nickname. But you hated what it meant. That’s what you were to him. Moony’s little sister. But right here, and right now, it felt as if you two were the only people in the world.

I found a thrill to press my cheek to A thrill that I've never known, oh, yeah, yeah

“Merlin, would you look at that?” Lily said to her new husband.

“What?” James asked confused and Lily gently directed his face to where you were dancing with Sirius. “Oh, shit!” he said about to make his way over there but Lily quickly stopped him.

“What are you doing?”

“Stopping whatever this is!” he complained. “Moony is gonna kill Padfoot if he sees this!”

“What? Them dancing?”

“Yes! Little Moon’s off-limits! We all know that! And trust me, out of the three of us, I think Sirius would be the last one Remus would want for her!”

“James, first of all, they’re dancing! And secondly, I don’t know… something about Sirius seems… different” Lily told him. James looked back at the two of you and then he saw it too. Sirius expression when he looked at you was something that he had never seen before on his best friend.

You smiled, you smiled Oh, and then the spell was cast And here we are in Heaven For you are mine at last

“Y-you know, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m actually kind of glad you broke up with your idiot ex” he said, making you look up at him.

“You are?”

“Yeah, that means you’re back here and we’ll get to see each other more often” he smiled.

“Huh, if I didn’t know any better, Siri, it sounds like you want to ask me out on a date” you smirked at him but it fell when you noticed his expression turning nervous.

“What if I was?” he asked, clearing his throat and you laughed a little, waiting for him to finish his joke.

“You, Sirius Black, want to go on a date with m-me?” you chuckled nervously. “L-little Moons?”

“If that’s okay with you, yes” he smiled but you pulled away a little and he hated when your expression turned to a frown.

“Sirius, that’s not funny” you told him.

“Good, because I’m not joking” he said, pulling towards him again. “Look, I know that I was the biggest idiot in Hogwarts” he started. “But… I promise I have changed a lot this year as… I see you have too” he said.

“You mean I don’t look like Remus’ dorky little sister anymore?”

“No, you definitely do” he mocked you, earning a slap on his arm by you but he pulled you again and the two of you kept slowly dancing even if the song had changed a long time ago. “But… look, I don’t know what happened today that finally made me realize how beautiful you are, but I definitely do not want to take it for granted” he told you. “You’re probably the only girl, sorry, woman, that has dealt with me for so long and still likes me and… I have changed a lot this past year, you can ask your brother. I’m not the same stupid kid I was in Hogwarts-”

“You mean, two years ago?”

“Yes! After I graduated, I realized that’s not… something that I want to keep doing. I have actually missed you so much and I hated not seeing you every day and I know that you may just look at me like Remus’ stupid best friend but… if now’s my chance I am definitely not going to waste it” he said truthfully.

“Now’s your chance? Sirius, you think now is your chance?”

“What do you mean?”

“Sirius, do you have any idea how long I wanted you to ask me out?”

“R-really?”

“Yeah” you said as if it was obvious.

“Well, why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Are you joking? You were Sirius Black and I was just-”

“Little Moons” he finished for you as you nodded.

“Yeah. I know you only saw me as Remus’ little sister” you told him.

“That’s not true” he told you. “You were always my best friend, but please don’t say that to James or your brother” he said, making you chuckle.

“You’re just saying that to get me to go on a date with you. Don’t forget I know all your tricks, Black” you smirked.

“I know, that’s why I like you so much, Lupin” he smiled at you. “So… what do you say?” he asked.

“You promise this is not a joke?” you smiled up at him.

“Love, I swear, I would never joke about this” he said, genuinely. “You can send your brothers to murder me if I am” he said.

“Brothers?”

“I’m pretty sure Prongs would join in the fun. And don’t even get me started on Mrs. Potter” he said, making you chuckle.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that” you smiled.

“Really? They have been looking at us for the past three songs” he said, nodding his head at the newlywed couple, and when you looked at them they quickly looked away. “So… Little Moons” he smirked. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

“You better take my fucking breath away, Siri-” you said, before he leaned in to give you a kiss. The kiss was everything you ever imagined it would be to kiss Sirius Black. And even more but, unfortunately, you were rudely interrupted.

“Really Pads, my baby sister?”

The two of you pulled apart and looked at Remus, James, and Lily all looking at you. Lily being the only one with a smile on her face.

“Well, you see, Moony… funny story…”

The End

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Song: At Last - Etta James

A/N: aaaahh xD I hope you liked it! I have more coming up :)

#marauders #marauders imagine #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius black imagine #remus lupin imagine #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x sister!reader #sirius black oneshot #remus lupin oneshot

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pangaeaseas · 2 months ago

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Do you think the Malfoys could have ever been at least acquaintances with the weasleys? Maybe after a few years—maybe before.

Thanks for the question! I love getting unsolicited questions like this and the Lucissa one from a couple days back, it makes me feel so important and sophisticated :D

Hmmmm. I mean it depends on which ones? Like Ginny and Molly and Arthur both aren't going to be hanging out with Lucius no matter what bc of the diary, for instance. Honestly I don't think any of them would forgive Lucius to the point of being acquaintances. Narcissa and Draco are a different story--helped by that in MY would building/headcanon/universe/whatever, they are major witnesses for the prosecution of the other Death Eaters and make serious efforts at reform. But I see Ginny and Draco as becoming friends postwar and like I think Ron would eventually come around on him or at least be civil. And both Ron and Ginny would be civil acquaintances with Narcissa--more complicated for Ron due to the brief period he spent as her prisoner--because of her saving Harry's life, they are grateful for that. And I also see her being involved in Teddy's life, and also see Romione and Hinny being involved with Teddy, so they would all get along over that. Whereas Bill--who was harmed by Draco's actions if indirectly--would be frosty with him, though I also think he'd be decently understanding of the rough position Draco was in. Civil to Narcissa though. Charlie...I think would be a little contemptuous of Narcissa and Draco but willing to interact with them postwar--and maybe he could bond with Narcissa over a mutual love of dragons (my random Narcissa HCs strike again lol). I don't see George being civil with any Death Eaters, honestly, even the reluctant Draco and accomplice Narcissa. He would not be able to face them without going for wands. I could also see Percy trying to be very distant from any ex-Death Eaters as well--and like during his Ministry villain era Lucius was largely losing stock so I don't think he'd know Lucius? I did see at least one fic where Lucius seduced him though. That was awesome. But irrelevant to this question as it was a honey pot thing during GoF and OOTP. With Molly and Arthur, I think...they could maybe be civil, but never friendly with Narcissa (they might be able to like talk about Teddy but nothing more than that). Bc they see themselves as her opposite in their consistent active choice to oppose VOldemort compared to her passive acceptance. Especially Molly, who I think was originally at least decently well-off and descended in social station marrying Arthur for love. She'd be pretty passive aggressive to Narcissa lol. Whereas Draco it think they'd see as raised badly and ultimately as a child soldier--with his parents and Voldemort largely to blame for his decisions, especially given how against their kids fighting they are they clearly don't like child soldiers. So they could definitely forgive him, and if one of their kids dated him they'd accept him though maybe not without initial disapproval.

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whyohwhydoris · 17 days ago

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Why Harry and Ginny will likely lack long-term stability.

The other week (month?) I touched on why I think Hermione should have left Ron - as a romantic partner - after he abandons her (and Harry) in Deathly Hallows. But, as a Harmione shipper, the other side of things should be examined as well: Harry and Ginny. While Ginny never betrays Harry in a manner which should illicit an underlying lack of faith, I do believe that the two of them would struggle in the long term.

Ginny - living with the legend

I think that we can divide the Ginny -> Harry dynamic into two phases: The first phase covers books 2 through 5 - this is the blatant hero worship phase. The second phase covers books 6 and 7 - I would call this the celebrity chaser phase. Let's start with phase one: In Chamber of Secrets, we are introduced to Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley. She is presented as shy, as being star-struck by Harry, as struggling to integrate with her peers, as secluded, and as emotionally vulnerable. This collection of traits lead to her becoming a victim of Voldemort through the medium of his diary. In subsequent books she is firmly a background character. Present, but until Order of the Phoenix not really engaging with the Trio in the context of the story. In Order of the Phoenix she brings up how she was possessed by Voldemort and perhaps (fairly) Harry should have remembered that when he was worrying about being possessed. In Half Blood Prince, Ginny explicitly says that Hermione advised her to try and live her life instead of being obsessed with Harry during this period of time. She also says that she didn't stop being obsessed with Harry.

Her inability to speak with Harry during much of this period is a little worrying. Harry is a person. Her family spends significant time with him, including herself. Yet, she describes herself as "never [...] able to talk if you were in the room" to Harry. And Harry doesn't disagree or challenge this assessment. It is implied that this stems from her hero worship of him - as it predates her having any idea of him as a person. And this hero worship is reinforced by Harry saving her life. The upshot of all this is that Fred, George, Molly, Arthur, Ron, Charlie, Bill, and Percy can all talk with Harry and treat him as a person, and Ginny sees this all the time. But somehow, she herself cannot.

This is particularly note-worthy because she apparently has no struggle talking with Hermione about Harry. She can and does engage with literally everyone of importance in young Harry's personal circle, but cannot engage with him. And more importantly still - she confides in Hermione about her feelings regarding Harry. This is almost explicitly a discussion about Ginny's lionization of Harry and her crush on him, and Hermione advises her to not focus in on him like that, but to live her life, and maybe in time he'll notice her. In this way, a very young Hermione advises an even younger Ginny not to obsess, but also not to assume Harry couldn't like her.

This implies a hero-worship of Harry that inherently dehumanizes him. And Ginny is a paragon of that. We see with Ron that he assumes Harry is a glory hound, and doesn't consider that Harry might experience fear or feel helplessness. And Ginny seems to have the same general attitude in this period of time. Even in Order of the Phoenix, when we probably see her first interaction with Harry at a level which feels on-par with the trio, it is a reaction of anger and not sympathy or empathy around Harry's fears. She centers her story instead of Harry's concerns. And it reads - to me - as though she expects better of the great and powerful Oz Harry Potter.

To digress: I think that scene also shows another trait which is a problem - Ginny's arrogance. Ginny is not arrogant in everything, but I think this establishes that she can be unthinkingly so in somewhat ridiculous ways. She asserts that she would be an authority on being possessed by Voldemort because she was possessed by his diary. She inherently assumes that her experience is a universal one. Yet, we know that there are other forms of possession and control - such as the Imperius curse - and that Harry is engaging in and in possession of unique and ancient magics. He is a parselmouth, he experiences magical pain in Voldermort's presence, he has experienced a highly unusual vision that saved Ginny's own father's life literally that month. There is enough there that her arrogance is cavalier. That it assuaged some of Harry's fear is fine. But that Ginny assumes she knows what she is talking about when she has frankly no reason to is a worrying sign.

And this nicely pivots to phase two: Chasing celebrity. Ginny's initial interest in Harry can only, by any definition, be the result of seeing him as a myth and not a person. We know that this is the root of her affection and the persistent strand of it. Yet, we do see her engage with other boys.

In the first case is Michael Corner. Michael does present some obvious bad behaviours - he refuses to engage with Ginny during DA meetings out of a misplaced sense of chivalry, for example. But she states that she dumps him on account of him being a sore-loser over Gryffindor beating Ravenclaw at quidditch. That is, she leaves him because she perceives him as slighting Harry. Which is fascinating given that we never see any evidence of her holding Ron's feet to the fire when Ron blamed Harry for getting selected as Triwizard Champion and accused him of being a glory hound for weeks on end.

This pedestalling of Harry is dehumanizing. She doesn't imply that Michael was at all vicious - merely that he was sulky, and yet it is grounds to call it off. This is rather high-handed (and another example of her arrogance), given that she would likely have been displeased had Ravenclaw won or had Michael celebrated such. And she adds a further dig that he ran off to comfort Cho. This sense of superiority about the whole affair speaks to her thinking herself better than Cho or Michael as people. At the same time, interpretations which feed into her hagiography of Harry - such as the implication that he cunningly made himself champion - seem to go unchallenged. She seems not to be taking a pro-Harry stance, so much as embracing or dismissing people and their opinions over how they align with the perceived myth of Harry Potter.

The next case is Dean Thomas. Dean is an interesting parallel to Harry. He is of mixed wizard ancestry. His father was murdered by Death Eaters. He seems to be intelligent, is a quidditch player, and is proactively interested in Defense Against the Dark Arts as he joined the duelling club in Chamber of Secrets and the DA in Order of the Phoenix. He spoke up in defense of Lupin when Snape criticized him in Prisoner of Azkaban, and again when Umbridge did so in Order of the Phoenix. He supported Harry in the Triwizard tournament, and was one of the most ardent supporters of the DA. In many ways, he is much like Harry. But, again, Ginny seems unable to engage with him in a faithful manner because of her obsession with Harry. And her notional reasons for breaking up with him is the fight after Harry bumps her in the common-room entrance under the influence of the luck potion.

This reasoning is interesting though, as Hermione tells us "he was always trying to help her through the portrait hole." But that is precisely the kind of behaviour that Harry presents frequently - unthinking courtesy and help. It was never about Dean treating Ginny as incapable - in fact, he was not able to speak freely with her because she was routinely going off at him. It was Ginny finding an excuse - something paralleled by Ron being called a coward for not breaking up with Lavender when he was done using her. And that's what it is - Ginny is using Dean. Not as blatantly and carelessly as Ron used Lavender, but still.

So, it doesn't actually seem to be the content of their characters that is driving Ginny away from these people. Michael Corner is enough like Harry that he and Cho are implied to date. Dean is a comfortable parallel for Harry - up to and including running for his life as an enemy of the state and being nearly murdered and ultimately captured by Death Eaters in Deathly Hallows. She notionally leaves Dean because he treats her as incapable, but is accepting of Harry putting her in a box when he goes to chase Voldemort.

And this Hero Worship is seen elsewhere. A major plot point in Order of the Phoenix is the naming of "Dumbledore's Army" - a name Ginny suggests. And her reasoning is explicitly because she sees Dumbledore as a heroic figure feared by the establishment. She sees a need to be playing at a certain kind of heightened reality. And when Harry tells her what he's going to do - to pursue Voldemort - she articulates it as a culmination of a hero's journey. She says Harry needs to do this, but she doesn't identify it as a necessary evil Harry must bear to earn freedom from this Sword of Damocles which has cast its long, harsh shadow on his life. Instead, it is his heroic destiny. So, what am I really saying? Well, I don't think that Ginny actually knows and understands Harry as a person. I think she believes in the mythos of Harry Potter and superimposes that on him. I think that, because of her access, this is nuanced and subtler than his other fans. But I think it is, for her, a detailing of this hagiography and not a debunking of this myth. And I think that, because of this, she will be manifestly incapable of actually loving Harry as Harry and not as that myth, which will kindle tension and resentment. She is in love with his fiction. And by the late series she is sufficiently arrogant as to lack the self-reflection required to recognize that

JKR's subsequent work has been woeful in its quality, coherence, and ambition. It's become more polemic rather than artistic. Even during the original books, we see that she has an elevated sense of her self in the way she carries through certain plot lines. But, to even touch on Cursed Child - Ginny cannot challenge or engage with Harry's inabilities as a parent, merely providing milquetoast platitudes suggesting he'll figure it out. And that behaviour reads as an extension of this idea that Harry Potter has the answers, that he is special in that way.

But I'm focusing on Ginny, so what about Harry's role in all this?

Harry - taking it easy

Harry's life has been defined by trauma. There is the obvious trauma of his parent's murder, and of the routine attempted murders he must survive. But there is a broader emotional trauma. His life with the Dursleys makes him emotionally subdued and internalized. He is prone to bursts of anger. He lacks the capacity - as a result of the incredible burden he must carry - to support the emotional welfare of others beyond a small chosen few - almost exclusively Hermione and Ron, and honestly mostly Hermione as Ron is rather brusque with his own emotions.

We see, when Harry is dating Cho, that Harry struggles to engage at an emotional level. Cho is dealing with her own trauma around Cedric's death - I rather think her suspicion of Hermione is motivated in part by a sense of survivor's guilt making her feel like she isn't wanted and like she isn't permitted security in her emotions. Harry is manifestly incapable of meeting this - he has to have much of it explained to him by Hermione (one of the only people who can engage him at an emotional level - along with Hagrid and Sirius).

Harry struggles with the fact that Cho can't just be something which isn't tainted by Voldemort in a manner that costs him. He even directly tells her not to cry after mentioning Hermione because of her reaction on their disastrous date - a date where Harry is trying to just be Harry but cannot escape being Harry Potter. It is among his meanest moments in the books. He closes off with her because he doesn't have the capacity, let alone the tools, to deal with it.

Enter Ginny. Ginny is intentionally presenting herself to attract Harry. And she does. But they are presenting as having vanishingly little in the way of emotional engagement. They have fun - they laugh, and they play quidditch, and they get up to the kind of shenanigans teens of the opposite sex often do.

But we never see Ginny and Harry engage each other in the arena of difficult emotionality. In fact, we see Ginny demean Harry when he reveals his concerns about possession in Order of the Phoenix and she treats him like he is an idiot about it. And while Harry is chagrined because he did forget her experience, Ginny is vitally wrong. Harry is literally possessed by Voldemort - he is carrying a fragment of Voldemort within his very soul. He is potentially an open book to Voldemort, and is directly mislead by the very thing that Ginny dismisses in this very book.

But, we've seen Harry long for that lack of deep engagement before. When he was being buried by the weight of the impending first task in Goblet of Fire, he longs for Ron - because Ron is a laugh. He's fun. He's easy.

Ginny is Ron with breasts.

Okay, that is a lot reductive. But in terms of what Harry does, it is broadly the sense I get. His attraction to Ginny is not fueled by a deep sense of one-ness with her soul. It isn't because she understands him and he understand her. It's because she is really freaking hot, and is the kind of generally fun and easy person he gravitates to in order to escape the challenges of his life. That he can seemingly so easily set her aside - he doesn't seem to dwell on her at all for many months until her name is mentioned by Dean Thomas and company in Deathly Hallows - seems to speak to this. She is a place where his being Harry Potter aligns with the immediate desires of Harry himself.

Harry is not in a place to actually deeply engage with someone until after the specter of Voldemort is cleared from his life. Honestly, he lacks the skills to do so after that.

And so, I suspect that Ginny presents something easy and fun, but that will ultimately not be fulfilling to Harry. I do not doubt that there is real affection and attraction. He is clearly a hormonal time-bomb and she lights his fuse. But, he is not nourishing his inner self with her, so much as salving his ache and pains. His soul is battered, and being with Ginny is the doctor-prescribed regime of light activity to avoid straining it while it heals. But she isn't the subsequent strength training required to make it fully functional again.

And, to wrap it all up:

I have no doubt that Harry and Ginny fucked like bunnies in the years and months after the Battle of Hogwarts. That they had fun, and that they have affection for each other. But I do not believe they have staying power as a couple.

Ginny's seeming inability to see Harry as a person and not a prophecy - something which was strengthened when he rescued her in Chamber of Secrets and which his subsequent legendary acts reinforce - means she will never be able to provide the symbiosis of a healthy relationship that encourages both people to grow.

In turn, while Harry will be happy to stop moving for once - to not have to grow so fast and brutally - in time, he will be restless. Not because he wishes for his former life of daring-do, but because he will feel hollow, devoid of the rich inner life which can only be achieved by learning from others. And so, he will grow tired of this easy thing, of this convenient thing.

And when that happens, I suspect it will be a rude awakening for both of them. Harry will look back on how much he truly lost in all those years (not because of Ginny mind, be because of the emotional ruin it all left him in). And Ginny will realize that her conception of this perfect life with him was just a fantasy she conjured, and will also be devastated by having to learn who she is in the world outside of her self-assigned destiny as Harry Potter's partner.

#hermione x harry #harry x hermione #harmione

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marmotish · 1 year ago

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Bruh the face all of the Weasley boys must have pulled when any of them overheard or learned about Ginny complaining to Harry/Hermione that she wished Bill would marry Tonks instead of Fleur.

I know when I read that part in the book when I was younger, I was like “…but aren’t they kinda related????”

Your Charlie/Tonks/sometimes Bill interactions give me life, btw. 😊

oh to be a fly on the wall when Tonks found out that someone actually thought she and Bill should have gotten together 😂

#hogwarts mystery #bill weasley #charlie weasley #nymphadora tonks #ask #anonymous #tonks laughing like ed the hyena from the lion king #she couldn’t look at bill without breaking into laughter for at least a week

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Vulnera Sanentur [Weasley Twins x Reader]

Part 5

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Title: Vulnera Sanentur

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley {established relationship}

Timeline: DH1&2- Initially set during the battle of the seven potters. Canon and certain plot points have been altered for the needs of the story.

Summary: The battle of the seven Potters throws your world into chaos when one of your boyfriend’s is cursed. As Snape’s ex-potions assistant and previous protégée, you recognise the inflicted curse immediately and demand answers from your mentor.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of war and Voldy, descriptions of injury and blood, descriptive smut, p in v sex, shower sex, tension. Outside sex. Semi public sex. None sexual nudity. Crying. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Arguments. Probably some cursing. Mentions of nightmares. Reader is part of the Order of the Phoenix. Mentions of death (Dumbledore). Mentions of Tonks’ pregnancy. On it got a angsty. So much angst I can’t tag it all. Not spellchecked nor beta read, we die like Madeye.

Clearly I’m in my angst era 🖤

Three days had passed since George had lost his ear in the mission to get Harry back to the Burrow safely and each day George's wound seemed to improve dramatically; it was almost completely healed now, no longer leaking or swollen and only a little sore. His overall mood however, seemed to be deteriorating with each passing day as the reality sunk in, the insecurities and sensitivities bubbling up inside of him, despite your honest and repeated confirmation that he was still your George and still gorgeous. With each day he'd withdrawn a little more, showing less affection and had even taken to sleeping on his own in the single bed. Around the others, he laughed and joked just like normal but in private he was cold and distant with you. Fred had noticed and had pulled him up on it once or twice, delicately questioning what was going off with him, what you'd done wrong, but each time George would deflect the question and find a way to avoid answering entirely. You'd hardly interacted at all the previous day, finding it too hard to be rejected and denied by the man you loved and he had even gone as far as to get Molly to change his bandage so that he wouldn't have to be alone with you. You understood, to a point. You knew he'd be feeling insecure about it and he had a lot to process in terms of adjusting to his new normal, mourning his lost ear and no doubt processing the trauma from the attack, but you still couldn't help but feel devastated that he was outwardly rejecting you, pushing you away, especially after you'd tried everything to help him.

You'd thrown yourself into research, hiding away in Charlie's old, vacant bedroom which you were using as a makeshift work space for potion brewing and research. You'd brewed a myriad of helpful, healing potions, ensuring the order would always have a full supply of whatever they should need, as far as your abilities stretched at least. Text books and old potion books were littered around you as you frantically searched for any hope that you could regenerate or replace George's ear but so far there was nothing. Cursed limbs could not be replaced. You'd been taught that over and over by both Lupin and Snape in your school years but you couldn't stop yourself from trying anyway.

You were scribbling down notes from an old copy of Moste Potente Potions, having found an interesting article about Linfred of Stitchcombe and his medicinal advancements when a knock at the door shocked you. Before you'd even had the chance to call out, the door opened and Fred stuck his head in, his eyes flicking over the mess all around you.

"Mum says tea's nearly ready," he says, casting a sideways glance at you and then returning his gaze to the mess of books and parchment that seemed to consume you.

"Thanks but I need to finish this, can't step away from it yet," you said, gesturing towards the cauldron in the back of the room that was currently brewing calming draught, in the hopes that you could use it on George to rid his shock and trauma, at least temporarily. To accentuate your point, you lifted a finger and with a quick flick, the ladle inside the cauldron stirred the blue-hued liquid, the peppermint scent filling the room even more as it stirred and mixed together.

You heard Fred let out a sigh and you caught sight of him just in time to see his shoulders droop just a little in defeat.

"He'll come around you know," Fred says quietly after a few moments of silence which you'd worked through, flicking through pages of a book you'd searched over and over. You knew he was right, but you were a ball of frustration and pain, desperately trying to keep yourself together and keep yourself from hurting anyone else around you.

"I know," you replied, your tone even. You didn't want to think about it anymore, or keep talking about it and so you gestured for the cauldron to stir once again and went back to thumbing through the book you'd pulled.

When you heard the door shut, you immediately sank into yourself and cast the book aside aggressively, tears falling from your eyes before you could stop them. Only days ago you'd woken up in your bed beside the two men you loved most in the world, completely unaware of what would happen, though of course you knew it was dangerous. Even after, you'd woken up in George's arms and everything seemed manageable, like you could navigate through it together and be there for him, only he didn't want you to. He pulled away and you felt lost, robbed and guilty for pulling away from Fred to give George some space from you, hoping he'd come around soon.

You never made it to dinner that night, nor breakfast the next morning as you agonised over your notes, feeling like there was something missing. Neither George nor Fred had been up since then and you'd worked through the night, stopping only briefly for a few hours sleep as you crawled into the bed out of sheer exhaustion, your eyes not able to comprehensively read anything anymore.

You aggressively sighed when a knock at the door stopped your obsessive reading but when Hermione's voice called out from beyond the door, you put down your book and frowned, curious as to why she would need you. You called out for her to enter and tried to smooth back your hair, particularly the strands you'd pulled out of your haphazard braid in sheer frustration.

She stepped through the door holding a glass of pumpkin juice and a plate of toast, seemingly unfazed by your crazed lair of books.

"Molly sent this," she said, placing down the crockery on the table beside you before moving to sit down on the floor in front of you, crossing her legs.

"Thanks," you said in reply, looking at her with questioning eyes, waiting for the mini lecture to come.

"Have you had much luck?" She asks, gazing at your notes briefly, "Fred said you had been brewing non-stop. Calming Brew is notoriously difficult, I've never been able to."

"Hermione," you said firmly but gently, stopping her kind but unappreciated small talk. "Why are you really here?" You walked the line between firm and rude, hoping that you were falling somewhere on the lighter side but in your exhaustion and overstimulated state, it was hard to tell. Her hands fall to her lap as she plays with them, taking a deep breath as if she's gathering courage.

"Dumbledore gave Harry a task before he died, something which we're sure is crucial to defeating you-know-who, but it's hard to know where to even start, where we need to go and what we might need," she says, not making eye contact. Even in your sleep deprived state, you can tell she's holding back information but right now you were loathe to care. "I'm trying to be prepared for every eventuality, I've been gathering things for months, knowing we might need to leave at any time but there's so much more we might need."

"And you want me to brew some potions for you?" You said, filling in the blanks. Only then does she look up at you with a slight frown, considering her next words carefully.

"Actually, we want you to join us."

You instinctively frown at her in reply, all words falling flat on your tongue as you consider her words.

"Me, why? You finally manage to ask, astounded by her request.

"Y/n," she says, a small, polite smile tugging at her lips, "you're a brilliant witch, a master of potions and the magic you produced to heal George was something I've only ever read about in history books. We hadn't asked you before because we knew you'd never leave Fred and George but it seems the three of us won't be able to do it alone, we had to ask."

You sat in silence as you processed her words, conflict building inside you as you considered your options. Truthfully, your current emotions and circumstances were guiding your decisions but you couldn't deny it was an intriguing proposal. You knew Hermione was serious from the crease in her brow that had only seemed to get more prominent with each passing day.

"I assume there's no time frame?" You ask, feeling your frantic mindset fading from you, a calmness overtaking you instead. She shook her head and averted her eyes down to the book which was laid out in front of her.

"And I can't tell anyone?" You assumed.

"I wiped my parents memory, they don't know I exist anymore," she said in a small voice, wringing her hands harder now, the skin of her palms turning pure white, "it was safer for them, and for me. The order don't know but Ron is telling Molly tonight. You can tell F-"

"Better not to, at least right now," you interject quickly, shooting down that line of thought. She nods in understanding and you let out a deep breathe you'd not realised you'd been holding, breathing restricted by the tension within you.

"Can I think about it?"

"Of course," she says with a smile, moving to stand as she wipes off her hands on the front of her jeans. She gives you a little smile and walks out, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You begin to clear up the books and notes, placing them in a mostly neat pile in the corner, focusing your attention on the batch of muffling draught, that had been requested by Madeye before he died for Order use.

You left it barely simmering and took a seat on the unmade bed you'd been sleeping in and let out a long and drawn out sigh. Thoughts were swirling in your brain of every possible option and path. Could you leave Fred and George? What if something happened whilst you were away? What if you never came back? Being away from them when they were transporting Harry was sheer torture, could you go through that again? Or rather, could you put them through that?

The possibility of helping bring down Voldemort was incredibly appealing, knowing that the cause and the Order was more important than personal lives now, the imminent threat of an outright war seeming more and more likely with each passing day. Harry was the best chance we had of defeating Voldemort and your role in the Order was to accomplish this by any means necessary, even if it meant great personal sacrifice.

You sat stewing on your thoughts for a while, making a virtual pros and cons list in your mind, trying to plan ahead but without knowing what needed to be done, it was impossible.

A movement from outside the house caught your eye and you moved over to the window to look out into the garden and surrounding fields, seeing the Weasley men outside erecting the large white marquee for the wedding tomorrow. Fred and George were off to one side whilst Ron and Arthur stood on the other, all of them brandishing their wands in an effort to raise and set up the large tent. Your gaze lingered on Fred before moving to George, who looked in good spirits as they joked between themselves. A flash of pain ran through you as you considered walking out and helping but realising that George would probably ignore you or make excuses to leave, rejecting you once again.

You were about to look away when you noticed a figure in the distance suddenly appear as if out of nowhere, walking stiffly with a large briefcase in his hand as he strode determinedly towards the Burrow. As he walked closer to the house, his facial features and appearance began to get clearer to you, his somewhat familiar, droopy face that seemed to be fixed into a neat permanent frown and shoulder length brown hair.

Rufus Scrimgeour. The new Minister for Magic.

You hurriedly ran down the staircase and rushed into Fred and George's room, quickly throwing a fresh shirt on and began walking out into the kitchen when you saw the minister walk into the house, guided by Arthur.

"I'll need Mr Potter, Mr Ronald Weasley, Miss Hermione Granger and Miss y/n y/l/n," he says after shooting down any small talk formalities. Almost immediately, you feel two sets of eyes land on you, both from the 6ft 3 redheads who were hovering around the door. "We'll need somewhere private," he says, looking around at the multiple sets of eyes who are all looking between themselves in suspicion.

"And to Miss y/n y/l/n, I leave my lebetum, in the fond hope that you will never need this.”

The minister then handed the black object to you, a curious looking thing, something you’d never seen nor heard of before. It was similar to the deluminator in ways, looking like the first of its kind. It was long and cylindrical, ornate in design with a fragment of misted glass embedded onto the front. You turned it over in your hand and frowned, looking down at the curious object.

When the Minister left, you, Ron, Hermione and Harry sat in silence for a few moments, all of you processing what had just happened with Albus Dumbledore's will and the bequeathments. Why had Dumbledore chosen you? The golden trio made sense and you'd been close to Dumbledore of course but it was a big surprise to be included.

"It seems Dumbledore wants you onboard too," Harry says after a moment, taking your eyes flicker to his, the glare from his light reflecting glasses shielding his eyes from you.

"Yeah, have you thought about it?" Ron asks, his hand running along the seams of his corduroy trousers, a pair that you recognised Fred abs George to have worn a few years ago, a tiny splatter of ink still visible on the right knee.

You sighed, unsure.

"Still deciding, I want to but," you said, trailing off. You pulled the sleeves down over your hands, trying to give yourself a little regulatory comfort.

"You can't leave them behind," Hermione says softly, anticipating your answer. You nod gently, not meeting anyone's eyes as flashes of Fred and George play in your mind. The thought of leaving them makes your stomach turn uncomfortably, makes you want to sob at the very thought but there was a greater good that needed to be accomplished and you couldn't let fear nor personal feelings be the reason you rejected their proposal.

"But I can't be selfish, not now, if you need me then I'm with you," you say, looking up at Harry, "this task, will it work?"

"It's the best chance we have to defeat Voldemort."

"Then I'm in."

The minute Ron told Molly about their plans, you disappeared back upstairs, away from the conflict and back up to Charlie's old bedroom. Fleur's parents would be arriving this afternoon and you needed to clear away all your stuff from the bedroom to make room for more guests. You checked on your potion and were pleased with the result, bottling it up and cleaning the cauldron with a flourish of your wand. The books, quills and parchment you'd put to one side were all cleared up and collected off the floor as you cast a quick tidying spell, cleaning the sheets and resetting the room back to it's usual setting. You carried the huge and heavy pile of books down the staircase until you stood in front of Fred and George's closed bedroom door, feeling incredibly awkward as you considered knocking, feeling unwelcome for the first time in your relationship.

You didn't knock but instead grabbed the handle and stepped in, struggling under the weight of the books as you set out to find the bag your enchanted with an extension charm.

George was lay on the bed reading when you walked in and for a brief moment you thought that everything could be normal again as he looked up at you, thinking he would open his arms for you to cuddle into, just as you always had. But that was not the case today. Instead, he shifted slightly on the bed so that his body was almost facing away from you whilst still being able to read and a fresh pang of sadness washed over you all over again. You willed yourself not to cry, at least not until you'd left the room and located your bag, placing the notes and books into the bag before moving to your other belongings.

You rummaged through your things, trying to stay quiet as to not antagonise George further before stopping and cursing, not finding the cardigan that you were looking for. You sighed and stood, walking to the set of drawers near the window and pulled out the second drawer, seeing an array of matching wool jumpers. You pulled a burgundy one out from the pile and unfolded it, seeing that it was emblazoned with the letter 'G'. In a move that upset you greatly, you folded the jumper back up and placed it back into the drawer, reaching instead for it's matching counterpart with the 'F' pattern. You closed the drawer and threw on the jumper, wanting to get out of the room immediately as the tension was much too strong and uncomfortable.

You cast a glance to George as you walk out, seeing him sprawled on the bed reading had always been one of your favourite sights, but though he of course looked handsome in the moment, you just felt empty and sad. His eyes slowly drag up to your exiting form but he says nothing and looks back to his book only moments later, apparently not feeling the need to address you at all. Anger began to simmer in you at his outward dismissal and without thought you began speaking.

"Your bandage needs changing," you say in a shockingly cold tone which sounds odd even to your own ears.

"Mum'll do it," he mumbles, barely even sparing you any attention. His words and tone only infuriate you more and you have to bite your tongue, and physically bite the inside of your cheek, to keep your composure, wanting nothing more in that moment than to scream at him. You'd seen him laughing and joking with Fred earlier, why was it just you he was so cold with? Irritation and resentment bubbled up inside of you and you had to be incredibly selective of your next words.

"I'll have to apply some potion to it tomorrow morning, help the scars," you say blankly, leaving no room for his comments as you walked out of the door, the harsh exterior falling from you the second you shut the door behind you, perhaps a little too aggressively in hindsight.

When you reached the bottom of the stairs, Molly immediately recruited you to help out with wedding preparation, having you fluctuate between helping in the kitchen with her and setting up the table for the meal which would be eaten outside on account of the numerous guests staying.

After your chores were finished, you checked to see Fred and George still de-gnoming the garden with Harry and Ron, supposedly taking extra precautions to rid all of the pests from the lawn and surrounding area. Seeing that they were occupied, you took the opportunity to slip back upstairs and entered their room determinedly as you locked the door with a flick of your wand, sat at the desk and pulled out som parchment and ink.

You weren't sure what to write, not knowing the full extent of Dumbledore's task, but you knew it would be dangerous and potentially life threatening, meaning that this letter would be the last thing they had of you if you didn't make it back.

You began with Fred's letter, finding it much easier at present to tell him all the things you needed him to know. Tears slipped from your eyes a few times with the more emotional passages as you tried to explain why you'd gone and how much you loved him. You folded up the letter once you were happy with it and slipped it into a spare envelope that the twins kept in the desk drawer for their owl post orders.

You sat looking at the blank page for what seemed like hours, trying to think of what to say to George. It was hard because you were so hurt but you chose to push that aside, knowing that this might be the last time you'd ever write to him, plus you didn't know when you would be leaving and this may had all blown over by the time he reads this letter.

You placed George's into an envelope too and considered where you were going to store them until you needed them. You thought your bag at first or maybe under their pillows but both were too risky. Instead, you walked to the shelf in the nook of the room and pulled out a potions book that was left over from your teenage years in the room. In front of that was a pinned, magical photo of the three of you, no older than 15, making a snowman outside in the Hogwarts Courtyard, all with your arms around each other with goofy grins on your face. You slipped the letters into the book, not concealing them entirely but just enough, preparing your last clue that would lead them there if you left.

"Princess?" You heard from the other side of the door as someone, who you now knew to be Fred, jingled the door handle. You unlocked the door with your wand and Fred walked in with a concerned look on his face, moving to walk over to you.

"Why was the door locked? You okay?" He asks and you smile up at him, moving to stand in front of him before wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms immediately surround you as he pulls you in to his chest, cuddling you tightly.

"Better now," you mumble into his chest, feeling instantly comforted by his touch.

"Thought I'd lost you to your work," he says playfully and you pull away just a little to crane your neck upwards to look at him.

"Still here, still yours," you smile, reaching up onto your tiptoes for a kiss which he gives you without hesitation. It's short and sweet but meaningful as his left hand clutches your waist, seemingly needing this just as much as you. You smile at each other as you pull away, only to frown a moment later when George walks into the room calling out to Fred, stopping mid conversation as he realises you are there.

Your face drops and the happiness you felt only a few seconds before slips away from you as George makes no move to join you, no joke or tease and certainly no move to steal you away from his brother as they so often did.

"I'll just... see if your mum needs any help," you mumble awkwardly, stepping out of Fred's hold and walking over to the door in defeat.

"You stupid git," you hear Fred say harshly to George just as you close the door. You desperately want to stay and listen to what they are going to say but you decide not to, knowing that it will only upset you further. You can hear the muffled sound of raised voices and a telltale humming noise that alerts you to the fact that they had used a specific silencing charm and your gut twists once again, feeling like the root of the problem. You'd only reached the fourth step down when Fred bursts through the door, shaking his head until he spots you and all the anger falls from his face. He takes your hand as soon as you'd both stepped off the stairs and he leads you to the empty lounge, sitting down first before pulling you down onto the sofa so that you fall into his lap. His arms lock tightly around you and for the first time in days you feel familiarity and comfort. So much so, that you don't even realise your eyes closing as sleep overtakes you, wrapped securely in Fred's arms.

You wake up comfy, cozy and a little confused, still cuddled into Fred though you are no longer alone. George is sat beside you both on the sofa, in touching distance and you fight against your tired eyes as they threaten to close.

"Hey sleeping beauty," Fred smirks down at you, clearly having felt you shift in his lap. You shush him and cuddle into his shoulder a little more, hesitantly flicking your eyes over to George who is, rather surprisingly, looking at you.

"Nice sleep?" He asks, his tone lighter than you'd heard in days when he'd been addressing you. You simply nod in reply, suddenly sheepish at the concept of chatting with him, expecting him to say something hurtful or pull away again if you opened your mouth. His lips turn up at the edges to give you a soft smile but you don't focus on it for long, turning instead to look around you, checking of anyone else was there. You were all alone and under regular circumstances you'd relish in the time together, knowing how rare it was when you were at the Burrow but right now it just felt awkward and weird.

"I'm gonna get a drink," you say quietly as you attempt to climb off of Fred, feeling painfully thirsty after your nap.

"I'll join you," George says as you walk away and you don't even reply, just continue walking around the corner into the kitchen. Any hope that George was going to explain himself fell flat the second you walked into the kitchen and saw Molly whizzing about like her head was on fire, a couple of her children following behind her as she prepares for Fleur's family to arrive. Dinner than night was hosted outside with gorgeous twinkling lights in the trees and a lavish spread that had taken Molly all day to prepare. You sat beside the twins and though George was a little more cordial than before, you still felt distanced from him and wished more than ever that things would just go back to normal.

Later that night you lay in bed with Fred's arm protectively draped across your waist, your body pressed tightly to his front as he spooned you from behind whilst George lay on the other side, not even remotely touching you. You'd had to push the beds together to make room for the extra cot in the room, where Ron lay sleeping just for tonight, having been evicted from his own room as Bill and Charlie took his, Arthur and Molly took Charlie's and Monsieur and Madame Delacour took Molly and Arthur's room.

Having George this close to you only seemed to make him feel further away and you cried yourself to sleep that night, tears silently streaming down your face and soaking your pillow until you eventually fell into a restless sleep.

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