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hollowed-theory-hall · 11 months ago

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Harry Potter is Probably Gay and Here's Why

So.... a lot of this fandom likes to call one Harry James Potter a Bi disaster. Personally, I think he's gay and I can use book text to prove he isn't actually attracted to women at all.

So here goes:

How Harry Describes Men

Harry describes many men as attractive and handsome in the books, not only that but in general Harry goes into more detail when describing male characters. I'll mention it again in a later section in this post, but when describing men, even those Harry doesn't find attractive, he tends to describe much more details about them than about girls he supposedly does find attractive. Something that to me suggests, he doesn't find these girls attractive at all.

Here are some examples of Harry finding men attractive:

Charlie Weasley:

Charlie was built like the twins, shorter and stockier than Percy and Ron, who were both long and lanky. He had a broad, good-natured face, which was weatherbeaten and so freckly that he looked almost tanned; his arms were muscular, and one of them had a large, shiny burn on it.

(Goblet of Fire, page 52)

Bill Weasley:

However, Bill was — there was no other word for it — cool. He was tall, with long hair that he had tied back in a ponytail. He was wearing an earring with what looked like a fang dangling from it. Bill’s clothes would not have looked out of place at a rock concert, except that Harry recognized his boots to be made, not of leather, but of dragon hide.

(Goblet of Fire, page 52)

Cedric Diggory:

Cedric Diggory was an extremely handsome boy of around seventeen.

(Goblet of Fire, page 71)

Sirius Black:

Sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. He was very good-looking; his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James’s nor Harry’s could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn’t seem to have noticed.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 642)

Sirius stared around at the students milling over the grass, looking rather haughty and bored, but very handsomely so.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 644)

Firenze:

white-blond hair and astonishingly blue eyes, the head and torso of a man joined to the palomino body of a horse.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 598)

Professor McGonagall turned next to Parvati Patil, whose first question was whether Firenze, the handsome centaur, was still teaching Divination

(Half-Blood Prince, page 174)

Blaise Zabini:

He recognized a Slytherin from their year, a tall black boy with high cheekbones and long, slanting eyes

(Half-Blood Prince, page 143)

Draco Malfoy:

It was Draco Malfoy. He had pushed to the front of the crowd, his cold eyes alive, his usually bloodless face flushed, as he grinned at the sight of the hanging, immobile cat.

(Chamber of Secrets, page 133)

Malfoy, who had a pale, pointed, sneering face

(Prisoner of Azkaban, page 79)

A pale boy with a pointed face and white-blond hair

(Goblet of Fire, pages 116-117)

Tom Marvolo Riddle:

There was no trace of the Gaunts in Tom Riddle’s face. Merope had got her dying wish: He was his handsome father in miniature, tall for eleven years old, dark-haired, and pale

(Half-Blood Prince, page 269)

The door creaked open. There on the threshold, holding an oldfashioned lamp, stood a boy Harry recognized at once: tall, pale, dark-haired, and handsome — the teenage Voldemort.

(Half-Blood Prince, page 364)

Harry recognized Voldemort at once. His was the most handsome face and he looked the most relaxed of all the boys.

(Half-Blood Prince, page 369)

followed by a tall young man Harry had no difficulty whatsoever in recognizing as Voldemort. He was plainly dressed in a black suit; his hair was a little longer than it had been at school and his cheeks were hollowed, but all of this suited him; he looked more handsome than ever.

(Half-Blood Prince, page 434)

I don't think anyone would argue Harry isn't attracted to men... He's kind of obvious. What I want to go more into detail about is him not being attracted to women, as that's what I think I disagree with most of the fandom about.

How Harry Describes Women (for comparison)

So, we saw how Harry describes men, specifically men he finds attractive, so, let's compare to how he describes a girl he thinks is pretty, like Cho Chang:

Harry couldn’t help noticing, nervous as he was, that she was extremely pretty. She smiled at Harry as the teams faced each other behind their captains, and he felt a slight lurch in the region of his stomach that he didn’t think had anything to do with nerves.

(Prisoner of Azkaban, page 259)

“Good luck, Harry!” called Cho. Harry felt himself blushing.

(Prisoner of Azkaban, page 304)

She was waiting for him a little to the side of the oak front doors, looking very pretty with her hair tied back in a long ponytail.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 556)

These are all the physical descriptions I managed to find of Cho, the girl Harry supposedly has a crush on from 3rd to 5th year... yeah, I don't see it. Sure, he mentions she's pretty, and he blushes around her, but he doesn't describe anything else about her. Not eye color, not hair color, skin color, eye shape, physique — nothing! Compare this to how he describes Bill Weasley or Blaise Zabini even, with so much more detail in their description.

Now, details in descriptions when writing from a character's POV are very important. Because a character would use more words to describe what's most important or striking to them... and in Harry's case Cho isn't it.

We know she's pretty and Harry's nervous around her, but the descriptions are just so stale and distant compared to: Tom "handsomest face in the room" Riddle, or Sirius "handsome handsomed handsomely" Black.

And I want to talk about Harry's crush on Cho more, but first:

Fleur Delacor:

I want to talk about Fleur for a bit. Because Harry's reaction to Fleur is very interesting, specifically because Fleur is a quarter veela.

Ron was still goggling at the girl as though he had never seen one before. Harry started to laugh. The sound seemed to jog Ron back to his senses. “She’s a veela!” he said hoarsely to Harry.

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many boys’ heads turned, and some of them seemed to have become temporarily speechless, just like Ron.

(Goblet of Fire, page 252)

Veelas are literally magically attractive, if you are attracted to women, you'll find a veela woman attractive and be mesmerized. We see it with Ron and other boys, as Harry notes in the above quote. Ron and many other boys all stare, speechless at Fleur because that's how her magic works.

Harry, on the other hand, isn't affected at all. To the point, he's confused by Ron's drooling over Fleur. He later in GoF wonders why Ron wanted to go with Fleur to the Yule Ball so much, as he didn't see the appeal.

Harry is literally not attracted to a woman who is magically attractive to anyone who's attracted to women.

Looking careworn, she [Fleur] left the room. Ron still seemed slightly punch-drunk; he was shaking his head experimentally like a dog trying to rid its ears of water. “Don’t you get used to her if she’s staying in the same house?” Harry asked. “Well, you do,” said Ron, “but if she jumps out at you unexpectedly, like then . . .”

(Half-Blood Prince, page 93)

It continues in his later interactions with Fleur, like when he arrives at the Burrow in HBP in the above quote. Harry asks Ron if he shouldn't get used to Fleur and stop drooling whenever he sees her, to which Ron responds that you do to a degree. The thing is, Harry isn't used to being around Fleur, he just arrived, after not seeing her for over a year. But still, he isn't affected at all, like in 4th year, he seems to not get what all the fuss is about.

That being said, Harry does react to the full veela in the Quidditch World Cup:

But a hundred veela were now gliding out onto the field, and Harry’s question was answered for him. Veela were women . . . the most beautiful women Harry had ever seen . . . except that they weren’t — they couldn’t be — human. This puzzled Harry for a moment while he tried to guess what exactly they could be; what could make their skin shine moon-bright like that, or their white-gold hair fan out behind them without wind . . . but then the music started, and Harry stopped worrying about them not being human — in fact, he stopped worrying about anything at all.

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And as the veela danced faster and faster, wild, half-formed thoughts started chasing through Harry’s dazed mind. He wanted to do something very impressive, right now. Jumping from the box into the stadium seemed a good idea . . . but would it be good enough? “Harry, what are you doing?” said Hermione’s voice from a long way off. The music stopped. Harry blinked. He was standing up, and one of his legs was resting on the wall of the box. Next to him, Ron was frozen in an attitude that looked as though he were about to dive from a springboard.

(Goblet of Fire, page 103)

I'm not sure exactly about the full veela's effects. Mostly because Arthur Weasley doesn't seem as affected as Harry and Ron, and Harry describes the crowd in general reacting to them, not just the men. Hermione doesn't seem affected though.

Something I want to note is that Harry only becomes affected once they start dancing, and not just by looking at them the way Ron and some of the boys are described as being with Fluer. Only when the music and dance start Harry becomes mesmerized. Before that, he is wondering how their hair moves behind them without wind... Additionally, after the music stops, Harry snaps out of it quickly, Ron on the other hand doesn't and proceeds to tear his Ireland merch.

So, while full veela, can influence him, it isn't by their appearance alone but by magic beyond their regular magical attractiveness.

Note that even with the veela, Harry barely describes anything about them. his descriptions of them aren't as detailed as his descriptions of men he finds attractive.

So even if he is attracted to women, it's very minor and barely there.

Harry's Disastrous Relationship with Cho

So, Harry and Cho... I don't think it's a pairing that has fans, but I might be wrong about that. Regardless of your opinion about it, I don't think Harry actually liked Cho. Like, at all.

They looked at each other for a long moment. Harry felt a burning desire to run from the room and, at the same time, a complete inability to move his feet. “Mistletoe,” said Cho quietly, pointing at the ceiling over his head. “Yeah,” said Harry. His mouth was very dry. “It’s probably full of nargles, though.” “What are nargles?” “No idea,” said Harry. She had moved closer. His brain seemed to have been Stunned. “You’d have to ask Loony. Luna, I mean.” Cho made a funny noise halfway between a sob and a laugh. She was even nearer him now. He could have counted the freckles on her nose. “I really like you, Harry.” He could not think. A tingling sensation was spreading throughout him, paralyzing his arms, legs, and brain. She was much too close. He could see every tear clinging to her eyelashes. . . .

(Order of the Pheonix, page 456)

Cho, the girl Harry is convinced he's crushing on since he was 13, is about to kiss him under the mistletoe, and he's thinking about nargles and Luna... And how does he feel about kissing Cho?

"a burning desire to run from the room"

He wants to run away from kissing Cho. And, well, it doesn't get any better than that.

“What kept you?” he [Ron] asked, as Harry sank into the armchair next to Hermione’s. Harry did not answer. He was in a state of shock. Half of him wanted to tell Ron and Hermione what had just happened, but the other half wanted to take the secret with him to the grave. “Are you all right, Harry?” Hermione asked, peering at him over the tip of her quill. Harry gave a halfhearted shrug. In truth, he didn’t know whether he was all right or not.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 457)

He is not sure he's alright after kissing Cho. Harry thinks about kissing Cho like it's a traumatic experience... He's happier talking about Voldemort's resurrection than about his first kiss. (WTF Harry?)

Harry doesn't like Cho. Not even a bit.

“Did you kiss?” asked Hermione briskly. Ron sat up so fast that he sent his ink bottle flying all over the rug. Disregarding this completely he stared avidly at Harry. “Well?” he demanded. Harry looked from Ron’s expression of mingled curiosity and hilarity to Hermione’s slight frown, and nodded. “HA!” Ron made a triumphant gesture with his fist and went into a raucous peal of laughter that made several timid-looking second years over beside the window jump. A reluctant grin spread over Harry’s face as he watched Ron rolling around on the hearthrug. Hermione gave Ron a look of deep disgust and returned to her letter. “Well?” Ron said finally, looking up at Harry. “How was it?” Harry considered for a moment. “Wet,” he said truthfully. Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell.

(Order of the Pheonix, pages 456-458)

I don't need I need to add anything here... Harry speaks for himself.

“You just had to be nice to her,” said Hermione, looking up anxiously. “You were, weren’t you?” “Well,” said Harry, an unpleasant heat creeping up his face, “I sort of — patted her on the back a bit.” Hermione looked as though she was restraining herself from rolling her eyes with extreme difficulty. “Well, I suppose it could have been worse,” she said. “Are you going to see her again?” “I’ll have to, won’t I?” said Harry. “We’ve got D.A. meetings, haven’t we?” “You know what I mean,” said Hermione impatiently. Harry said nothing. Hermione’s words opened up a whole new vista of frightening possibilities. He tried to imagine going somewhere with Cho — Hogsmeade, perhaps — and being alone with her for hours at a time. Of course, she would have been expecting him to ask her out after what had just happened. . . . The thought made his stomach clench painfully. “Oh well,” said Hermione distantly, buried in her letter once more, “you’ll have plenty of opportunities to ask her. . . .” “What if he doesn’t want to ask her?” said Ron, who had been watching Harry with an unusually shrewd expression on his face. “Don’t be silly,” said Hermione vaguely, “Harry’s liked her for ages, haven’t you, Harry?” He did not answer. Yes, he had liked Cho for ages, but whenever he had imagined a scene involving the two of them it had always featured a Cho who was enjoying herself, as opposed to a Cho who was sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 460)

Okay, so I have two things to mention about this quote.

The first, Harry realizes he doesn't like Cho and probably never did. He didn't consider dating her until Hermoine mentioned it. He doesn't want to date her. He's terrified and grossed out by the notion.

This isn't a boy with a crush. I'd argue this proves he isn't straight at all. I mean, a guy who is attracted to girls, even if not crushing on Cho specifically, wouldn't be horrified to a painful degree at the thought of going on a date with a pretty girl. Or kissing a pretty girl. His reaction is just too viscerally grossed out.

The second is Ron's response. Not really related to Harry being gay, but I love Harry and Ron's friendship so I want to mention it. Hermione and a good chunk of the fandom dunk on Ron for having "the emotional range of a teaspoon", but he clearly doesn't. Ron is Harry's best friend, he knows Harry better than anyone else, yes, better than Hermione even, and this scene proves it. Hermione is flippant, ignoring Harry's responses to his kiss with Cho, just saying he should ask her out as if it's obvious.

Ron on the other hand, Ron notices Harry's expression and the turmoil thinking of dating Cho causes him. Ron is the one who speaks up that maybe Harry doesn't want to date Cho. He immediately defends Harry and his option to choose not to date Cho. (Ron would be very supportive if Harry ever came out, is what I'm saying)

They sat down at the last remaining table, which was situated in the steamy window. Roger Davies, the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, was sitting about a foot and a half away with a pretty blonde girl. They were holding hands. The sight made Harry feel uncomfortable, particularly when, looking around the tea shop, he saw that it was full of nothing but couples, all of them holding hands. Perhaps Cho would expect him to hold her hand.

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In the time it took for their coffees to arrive, Roger Davies and his girlfriend started kissing over their sugar bowl. Harry wished they wouldn’t; he felt that Davies was setting a standard with which Cho would soon expect him to compete.

(Order of the Pheonix, page 559)

The above quotes are from Harry's disaster of a date with Cho. I think no one needs me to explain that the date went badly, but what I want to note is how uncomfortable and grossed out Harry is by the very notion of holding Cho's hands. That he'd have to kiss her again.

Like, again, even if he isn't crushing on her, a guy who's attracted to girls wouldn't be grossed out and pained at the thought of kissing or holding hands with a pretty, attractive girl.

Harry has never been attracted to Cho, and I don't think he's attracted to girls at all.

But What About Ginny?

So this post has gotten quite long already, but I don't think Harry actually likes Ginny. And I have evidence for it in the sequel to this post that is taking a while to write.

No hate for Hinny shippers, but I don't see the pairing, like, at all. I did write some of my thoughts about Hinny here until I finish with the more comprehensive post about them.

But in general, let's just say Harry never uses the word pretty (or good-looking, or nice-looking, or attractive) to describe Ginny. Ever.

And when I looked for his descriptions of her all I found were descriptions of her hair:

He felt a strange twinge of annoyance as she [Ginny] walked away, her long red hair dancing behind her

(Half-Blood Prince, page 136)

she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair

(Deathly Hollows, page 103)

(There are more descriptions of her hair in the books, but they follow the same lines as these and don't add more information)

Again, contrast these descriptions to the ones of the guys earlier. No eye color, face shape, eye shape, or descriptions of her body or clothes — nothing.

I have more to say about their relationship, but that's for another post.

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12contins · 2 months ago

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Harry is always among the bravest of them all. Not even James Potter veered into this territory.

#harry potter #harry x ginny #ginny weasley #hinny #cho chang

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tacobacoyeet · 2 months ago

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Hello! Can I request a harry potter x slytherin reader story where they are in fifth year and the reader has the biggest crush on harry but he likes cho, but one day the reader didn't want to go to any of the D.A meetings anymore because seeing cho and harry broke her heart. But time has passed and Umbringe finds out about the club and like we see it in the movie she makes them writes stuff with that horrible quill and even though the reader didn't go to the meetings anymore she finds herself doing those detention and after one of them harry takes her to the Gryffondor common room and try to heal her hand but she decide to go because having all those contact with him makes her just fall more in love and she doesn't want to because she knows that he likes cho and not her. But after that whole valentines thing (idk if you have read the books) cho and harry do not talk anymore and some weeks after he starts to realise that he actually do not like cho but the reader so he goes talk to her (maybe in the astronomy tower) and tell her about his feelings and they kiss!!

(also like they are best friends and harry is very worried that he did or say something wrong at first or because Ron said stuff like "those slytherin's are just stupid to love that umbringe" so he was probably thinking it was because of that that she don't talk to him any more)

not too late | h.p.

a/n: i can never resist writing for harry. there's not enough love for him on this website.

warnings: harry james potter being just the best as always, a touch angsty, tooth-rottingly fluffy, NOT PROOFREAD!

fifth year at hogwarts had been a whirlwind of chaos, change, and confusion. for you, a slytherin caught in the crossfire of house rivalries and divided loyalties, it was even more complicated. but nothing—nothing—was more consuming than the way your heart clenched every time harry potter smiled.

you didn’t know when the feelings had started. maybe it was in third year when he had smiled at you after you had helped him find a misplaced defense against the dark arts book. or perhaps it was when you partnered together during a potions class last year, and his determination to brew a perfect draught of peace had lit a spark of admiration in your chest.

but this year, that admiration had bloomed into a painful, unreciprocated crush. every glance at him made your stomach flip, and every moment spent together in the d.a. meetings made your heart ache. especially now that cho chang was in the picture.

watching harry laugh with cho, the way he looked at her as if she hung the stars, was unbearable. it felt like a knife twisting deeper each time you saw them together. so one day, you made a decision: you wouldn’t go to the d.a. meetings anymore. you told yourself it was to protect yourself from umbridge’s wrath if the group got caught. but deep down, you knew the real reason.

weeks passed, and you buried yourself in your studies. harry had asked about your absence at first, his emerald eyes filled with concern. “is everything okay? did something happen?” he’d asked after charms one day, his voice tinged with worry.

you had plastered on a smile and waved him off. “just busy with homework. you know how snape is.” he hadn’t pressed further, though you noticed the slight frown that tugged at his lips as you walked away.

but now, you were regretting your decision to distance yourself. despite avoiding the meetings, you weren’t spared from umbridge’s wrath. the moment she got wind of the d.a., she dragged every name associated with it into her office—including yours.

“you may not have attended every meeting,” she had said in her sickly sweet voice, “but you’re still guilty by association.”

that was how you found yourself seated in her dimly lit office, gripping a cursed quill as it carved i must not tell lies into the back of your hand. tears blurred your vision, but you refused to let them fall. you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

when the session was over, you stumbled out of the office, cradling your bleeding hand. harry was waiting for you outside, leaning against the wall with a stormy expression on his face.

“let me see,” he demanded, his voice tight with anger.

“i’m fine,” you lied, hiding your hand behind your back.

“no, you’re not.” his hand shot out, gently but firmly grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand into view. his face darkened as he took in the angry red cuts spelling out the words. without another word, he took your uninjured hand and started leading you toward gryffindor tower.

“harry, what are you doing?” you protested, though you didn’t pull away.

“i’m helping you,” he said simply, his tone brooking no argument.

in the gryffindor common room, he sat you down near the fire, fetched a first aid kit from his dorm, and knelt in front of you. his touch was gentle as he cleaned and bandaged your hand, his brows furrowed in concentration.

“you shouldn’t have been in there,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “this is my fault. i should’ve stopped her before it got this bad.”

“don’t blame yourself,” you said softly, your heart aching at the guilt in his voice. “it’s not your fault.”

he looked up at you then, his green eyes filled with something unreadable. the closeness made your breath hitch. you wanted to reach out, to brush a lock of his hair away from his face, but you didn’t trust yourself. not when every moment with him made you fall even harder.

“i should go,” you said abruptly, standing up.

harry blinked, startled. “what? why?”

you forced a weak smile. “i just… need some air.”

before he could protest, you slipped out of the common room, your heart pounding in your chest.

weeks passed after that night. you avoided harry as much as you could, though it hurt to see the confusion and hurt on his face whenever you brushed him off. valentine’s day came and went, and you heard whispers of harry and cho’s disastrous date. you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him about it, though the rumors suggested they weren’t speaking anymore.

then one evening, as you stood alone in the astronomy tower, gazing out at the stars, you heard footsteps behind you.

“i thought i’d find you here,” harry’s voice said softly.

you turned to see him standing in the doorway, his hands shoved into his pockets. his expression was uncertain, almost nervous.

“harry—” you began, but he cut you off.

“why have you been avoiding me?” he asked, stepping closer. “did i do something wrong? if it’s about the d.a. or ron—he didn’t mean what he said about slytherins—”

“it’s not that,” you interrupted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“then what is it?” his voice cracked slightly, and the vulnerability in it broke your resolve.

tears pricked at your eyes as you turned away. “because it hurts, harry,” you admitted. “being around you hurts. you like cho, and every time i see you with her, it’s like a reminder that i’ll never—”

“stop,” he said, his voice firm but gentle.

you felt him step closer until he was right behind you. slowly, you turned to face him, and the look in his eyes stole your breath.

“i thought i liked cho,” he said, his voice low, “but i was wrong. it’s you. it’s always been you.”

your heart stopped. “what?”

“i didn’t realize it at first,” he admitted, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “but these past few weeks, when you weren’t there… i missed you. i wanted to see you, talk to you, make you laugh. i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

his words left you speechless, your mind racing. before you could respond, he reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek.

“is it too late?” he asked quietly.

instead of answering, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his. the kiss was soft and hesitant at first, but it quickly deepened as you poured all your bottled-up emotions into it.

when you finally pulled away, harry rested his forehead against yours, a small, breathless smile on his lips.

“it’s not too late,” you whispered.

for the first time in what felt like forever, your heart felt whole again.

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the-colourful-witch · 6 months ago

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Cho Yule Ball

Dress designs for Cho at the Yule Ball ❄️✨ In the book, her dress robes were described as silvery Chinese-style robes. Now, I don't know nearly enough about traditional and modern Chinese fashion, so I took the description with a very large grain of salt. For a few designs, I took inspiration from the Hanfu, a traditional Chinese garment, and I wanted it to look witchy. After all, this is a Wizarding BALL. It's all fancy fashion and odd influences from wizarding culture. I imagine Cho was very careful to choose her dress robes. She wanted something that felt like 'her'. After all, it's one of the few times they're allowed out of their uniforms and into something personal. She's a pretty popular girl, so she would wear something flattering, yet not too complicated. Cho doesn't need much to look and feel beautiful <3 Like the dress robes for the Patil twins, I took inspiration from Chinese culture, but just a little. Cho is not defined by her heritage, she's her own person. It's up to her to choose whether she wants to dress traditionally or not at all. I added some sapphire and bronze touches for Ravenclaw because she would be proud of her house. Also, I can't draw JUST silver, because then I would lose my mind :) I already did silver for Fleur and two in a row is a lot of one colour... 💙🧡 What do you think? I personally really like 1 and 6...

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lunarlivs · 5 months ago

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art dump ^-^

1. eight year drarry fighting >>:)))))

2. malfoy family breakfast after the first night harry slept over (i adore the three of them they’re FUN)

3. some side characters yay

4. drarry and their kids rushing to the hogwarts express for scorps first year :’’)))) including his younger sister an oc i looooveeee she’s everything everr AND return of mr baby he is officially canon now!!!

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linusbenjamin · 5 months ago

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Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire —2005, dir. Mike Newell

#harry potter and the goblet of fire #hpedit #filmedit #harry potter #cho chang #nikolatexla #i still laugh at this so bad

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mrstellmeafuckingsecret · 1 month ago

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harry was STRUGGLINGG in gof omg he wants to ask his crush out to the ball and when she says she's going with his other crush he's like

this is from the BOOK good lord this pathetic bifailure

#i love u hp #harry james potter #harry potter #cedric diggory #cho chang #harry x cedric #cedric x harry #moth's own

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ezzakennebba · 21 days ago

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“D’you — d’you want to go to the ball with me?” said Harry.

Why did he have to go red now? Why?

“Oh!” said Cho, and she went red too. “Oh Harry, I’m really sorry,” and she truly looked it. “I’ve already said I’ll go with someone else.”

#harry potter #cho chang #ezzasart #myart #illustration #digital art #fanart #cartoon #drawing #art #hogwarts #yule ball #goblet of fire #harry potter and the goblet of fire #hp4

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maki-nsi · 4 months ago

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Rumors 'round Hogwarts obviously based on Norman Rockwell's "Chain of Gossip", for those not caught up, basically, Harry told Hermione who told Ron who told Dean who told Lavender who told Parvati who told Padma who told Cho who told Luna who told Ginny who told Neville who told Daphne who told Blaise who told Pansy who told Draco who told Harry

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7s3ven · 1 year ago

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CINDY LOU WHO. cedric diggory

( master list )

IN WHICH… Y/N L/N helps her crush and longtime best friend, Cedric Diggory, get with another girl. Deep down, she knows she’ll never be the bright and bubbly girl Cedric wants. She’ll always be the cunning snake with a knack for starting fights.

“Cindy Lou is bright, bubbly, and extraordinary… she’s everything I’m not.”

A/N: I do take requests so feel free to ask for one :). I mainly write for Maze Runner, Harry Potter, PJO, and Hunger Games

Guess you make him happy like I couldn't do. Cindy Lou Who. With your hair so long, lips so red. Maybe we met once, I forget

Scrolling five years back, I'm obsessed. Breaking my heart, 'tis the season, I guess. The snow's gonna fall and the tree's gonna glisten. And I'm gonna puke at the thought of you kissin'

“The boy who I love who's now in love with you. Cindy Lou Who.”

Y/N sighed as she impatiently checked her watch and tapped her foot against the stone floor. It was almost curfew and Cedric was still a no show. The rules were less strict now that school was done, but Y/N had a reputation to live up to. It was the least she could do with all the trouble she had caused this year.

“Y/N.” Cedric jogged towards her, looking out of breath. She arched an eyebrow and her gaze scanned his untidy uniform.

“… Do I even want to ask?” She questioned.

“Ah.” Cedric sheepishly smiled, “My friends and I were playing hide and seek. It was a pretty intense game.” Even during his senior years, Cedric was still the bright-eyed kid Y/N had grown up with.

“Right. Well, why did you want to see me? You know how I don’t like going out before curfew.” Y/N folded her arms over her chest, “Plus, you’re late.” She quickly added.

“I know. I’m sorry about that. I just had to grab this.” Cedric pulled out a black box, smiling. He carefully opened it, showing the necklace to Y/N. “Do you recognize the crystal?” He questioned, making Y/N scoff.

“Of course I do. It’s my birth month crystal. (Insert crystal).”

Cedric grinned. “You still know so much more about gems than me. You should’ve been put in Ravenclaw.”

“Oh, please. If I was put there, I would be sleeping in the hallways. I can’t figure out riddles.”

Cedric playfully nudged her with his elbow. “Don’t say that. You’re smart.”

The pair walked beside each other as the moonlight shone through the cracks of the castle. Cedric had slipped the necklace box back into his pocket and he gently cleared his throat.

“I’m going to give the necklace to Cho.” He suddenly blurted out, causing Y/N to pause. She looked over her shoulder at Cedric, wondering if he was joking. He wasn’t.

“Why? She’s your ex.” Y/N felt mildly disappointed that the necklace wasn’t for her. For the longest time, she had been holding onto her feelings for Cedric. Everybody could see it; the Golden trio, the teachers, even Draco’s posse. And yet Cedric had never caught on. She was starting to wonder if he was just messing with her.

“She helped me through a lot. I owe it to her.” Cedric smiled. Y/N gazed at him before she nodded.

“Okay… I’m guessing you want my help?”

“Yes. Please.” Cedric was ready to get on his knees and beg. Though, he was sure Y/N would find great amusement in that. She had always been a little sadistic.

Y/N briefly looked away, blinking away small tears and recollecting her composure so her voice wouldn’t crack. “What do you want me to do?”

edric had wanted to meet Cho at the black late, which was where he and Y/N usually hung out. That stung.

Y/N tied the last of the heart-shaped balloons before securing them to a nearby tree. Cedric was pacing around, wildly muttering under his breath.

“Will you relax?” The Slytherin girl piped up, rolling her eyes. “You’re making me feel nervous.”

“I can’t help it.” Cedric replied. Of course, nobody could help but feel anxious around Cho Chang. She was beautiful and smart and kind. Y/N had talked to her a few times, and if she were a guy or lesbian, Cho would be her crush too.

“Well, that’s the last of the balloons. Good luck, Ced. I’ll be nearby if you need help. Just don’t expect me to hug you if she rejects you.” Y/N playfully punched her friend’s shoulder. Cedric boyishly grinned and quickly embraced her.

For a moment, Y/N was speechless. She slowly hugged him back and awkwardly patted him. She could smell his expensive cologne and it almost felt Cedric was confessing to her instead.

Y/N was the first to pull away. She wished Cedric luck once more before hurrying off, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt envious of Cho. Y/N had been by Cedric’s side since day one. She had comforted him and supported him and hid her breaking heart when Cedric admitted to liking Cho the first time.

And now it was all happening again.

Y/N hid behind a tree just in time to see Cho walk out of Hogwarts and make a beeline for Cedric. She watched as they conversed and when Cedric showed Cho the necklace, she jumped with joy.

Y/N let out a small sigh. She pressed her lips into a thin line, accepting that she wasn’t the girl Cedric would ever go for. She wondered that if they weren’t childhood friends, would Cedric still be nice to her?

She was a Slytherin. A somewhat mean one with a soft spot for certain people. She started too many fights to count, and the threat of expulsion was always hanging over her head.

She wasn’t Cho Chang, who was pretty like the starry night shining above the calm ocean. Cho Chang was kind, sweet, and loving.

Cho Chang was Cindy Lou and Y/N was the Grinch with no room in her heart to change.

The next time Y/N saw Cedric, he was by Cho’s side. Y/N usually sat at the Hufflepuff table with Cedric, much to some people’s dismay, but today Cho was with him.

Y/N didn’t feel welcomed at that point so she sat with her friends, completely missing the way Cedric gazed over at her in confusion.

“Ah, Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang. Everybody’s favorite couple has finally reunited.” Ivy, a pale-skinned girl with light freckles lining her cheeks and soft silver hair grimaced as she sarcastically spoke.

“It’s a shame you never dated Diggory, Y/N. You guys were perfect together.” Hime sighed as she poured herself a cup of pumpkin juice. She offered to fill Y/N’s glass as well, but the H/C-haired girl declined.

“Boys are always stupid.” Evan, short for Evangeline, piped up. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing. I agree with Hime. He should’ve gone for Y/N.”

Y/N silently ate as she listened to her friends complain about Cedric, probably in an attempt to make her feel better.

“Has anybody noticed how he keeps looking over here?” Hime questioned, whispering quietly. “Chang never seems to have his attention for long.”

“I’m telling you, Diggory secretly likes Y/N but he’s scared she’ll reject him. So he’s playing it safe and going for an ex who he knows he had chemistry with.” Ivy retorted, sparing another glance at Cedric.

Y/N huffed in amusement. “Where did you come up with that?” She spoke for the first time.

“It’s obvious.” Evan backed up Ivy’s theory. “When he wins a Quidditch game, who does he run to? You. When he needs help with homework, who does he find? You. When he wants to go to Hogsmeade, who does he immediately ask?”

Evan arched an eyebrow while Y/N sighed.

“Me.”

“Exactly!”

“It’s a plausible theory.” Hime uttered. “You two have been friends for ages. He’s close friends with Hermione Granger too, but does he hug her and look at her like he does to you?”

“That’s probably because she’s younger and he doesn’t want to end up with a sentence.”

“Good point. What about Floral over there?” Hime nodded over at the Ravenclaw girl who was always arranging flowers or reading about them. Her name wasn’t Floral but everyone called her that and it stuck. “You three are all friends, right?”

“More like I was forced to befriend her, but sure.”

“Diggory doesn’t look at her the way he looks at you.”

“And how does he look at me?”

Ivy slammed her hands on the table, looking like she had been waiting years for this question. “He looks at you like Jack Dawson looks at Rose. He looks at you like Chuck Bass looks at Blair Waldorf. He looks at you like Luke looks at Lorelei. Like Morticia and Gomez, Bella and Edward, uh.. give me another one!”

“Percy and Annabeth?” Evan suggested.

“Yes! That’s how he looks at you. He’s giving you the I wouldn’t want anybody else by my side look. He’s probably just… confused. You’re like his Cindy Lou Who. You make him happy and you bring out the best in him.”

“Cindy Lou is bright, bubbly, and extraordinary… she’s everything I’m not.” Y/N gestured over to Cho, who was giggling with Cedric. “Cho Chang is more like Cindy Lou.”

“Cindy Lou Who has a nice ring to it.” Evan said, off topic.

Y/N nodded in agreement. “It does. The rhyme is satisfying.”

“Enough about language features! You have to get your man back, Y/N.” Ivy intensely stared at Y/N, determined to get Cedric and her together.

“He was never mine to begin with.”

“Then make him yours! Come on, Y/N, you’re beautiful- no. Gorgeous. And sure, you have a bitter side but guys who can’t deal getting a little burnt aren’t worth it. And I know that you burnt Diggory over and over again, with both your anger and literal fire.”

“Just so we’re clear, the fire thing was an accident. And I don’t want to force anything onto Cedric. I’ll just… go with the flow.” Y/N ate the last of her food and stood up, “I need to wrap presents. Don’t you dare try and sneak in to see your’s.”

Y/N was mainly referring to Ivy, who lifted her hands in surrender.

Again, Y/N failed to notice how Cedric’s eyes trailed to her. But Cho saw it.

“Cedric.” The raven-haired beautify tugged on his sleeve, “Can we talk?” She spared Cedric’s friends a look. “Alone?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

The pair walked off, fully aware of how Y/N’s friends were watching them closely.

“What did you want to talk about?” Cedric questioned, tilting his head to the side.

“I don’t want to assume anything, Cedric. But to me, it seems like you only confessed to me again to play it safe. I can tell that your true feelings don’t lie with me.” Cho glanced at Y/N, who exited a nearby bathroom and was too busy drying her hands to notice the couple. “They lie with her.”

Cedric followed Cho’s gaze, softly staring at Y/N with that damned look of adoration.

“I think someone else deserves this necklace.” Cho gently removed the jewellery, handing it over to Cedric. “Face it, you love her. You always have. You can’t try to love me, Cedric, not when Y/N exists.”

“She doesn’t like me back.” Cedric muttered, grasping the necklace.

“Are you sure?” Cho quirked an eyebrow. “Why do you think she stayed by your side for so long? Even when the other Slytherins teased her, even when you two argued, even when you kissed me in front of her. How could you not notice, Cedric? She brings you drinks after quidditch practice and buys you gifts and even stays at Hogwarts so you aren’t lonely. Why do you think she never dated anybody, Cedric? It’s because you were the one she wanted.”

Cedric shook his head. “No. She doesn’t like me. Y/N is smart and amazing and cunning. I’m not her type. Her type would be someone like…” He paused, thinking, “Matteo Riddle.”

Cho sighed as she shook her head. “You really have no idea, do you? Spend more time with Y/N and hopefully you’ll notice the things the rest of us do.”

She quietly walked off, leaving Cedric standing outside the Great Hall. Cho made an immediate beeline for Ivy, Evan, and Hime and sat in Y/N’s spot.

The trio clad in green glanced at her, confused and a little hostile.

“Cedric likes Y/N.” Cho quickly uttered so the group didn’t explode on her. “I got through to him but he thinks Y/N doesn’t like him back.”

“Thats bullshit. It’s so obvious!” Ivy groaned.

“Exactly.” Evan agreed, “But Y/N doesn’t think Cedric likes her either.”

Cho sighed. “It’s obvious they have mutual feelings but neither of them believe it. So, let’s force them to confess.”

Hime raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you like Cedric? Why are you willing to help us?”

“Despite our dating history, Cedric is still my friend. And I want to help him in any way I can.” Cho smiled.

“Oh, I have an idea!” Ivy exclaimed, “What if we get them under the mistletoe? But instead, they have to fight! We can call it mistlefoe!”

Cho, Hime, and Evan exchanged looks.

“I think we should just stick to mistletoe.” Cho uttered. “We could, uh, surprise them by decorating one of their common rooms? The Slytherin room is never decorated, right?”

“I wish it was.” Evan sighed, “It’s a cute idea. We could surprise Y/N by decorating the common room and then led her in and Cedric can be standing in the middle of the room under the mistletoe.”

“But to pull that off, we’ll need more help.” Hime added, “I don’t think four people can do that. And it’s only us in the Slytherin common room. Not even Matteo is here. So he can’t help.”

Cho glanced past Hime and Ivy, staring at the Golden Trio and their extended group of friends. She smiled. “I have an idea. But it’s going to involve working with Gryffindors.”

The group of Slytherins all glanced at each other before they shrugged in unison.

“Anything for Y/N.”

“Whatever.”

“Do I get to kiss Oliver Wood after Diggory and Y/N kiss?”

Cho, Evan, and Hime stared at Ivy, who only cheekily grinned.

“Um… I’m not sure about that last one. Let’s just start off with asking the Gryffindors first.” Cho sheepishly smiled.

“Ivy and I will get the decorations.” Hime offered, “There’s some extra ones in the basement if Hogwarts too. Evan, Chang, you can get those after you ask the Gryffindors.”

“Call me Cho.” The ravenette smiled before she stood up. “We don’t have much time. Let’s hurry.”

“Wait, we forgot something.” Ivy piped up, “Who’s going to distract Y/N?”

“Evan can distract L/N. I’ll ask the Gryffindors myself and if they accept, they can help me get the decorations from the basement.”

“Okay.” Hime looked around, slowly nodding. She smiled. “Let’s go.”

Cho approached the red table while Hime and Ivy hurried towards Hogsmeade and Evan rushed off to find Y/N.

It took a few hours for everything to be set up, but finally the Slytherin room was decorated and ready.

“I need to get something. I’ll be back.” Evan smiled, lying through her teeth. She watched as Y/N entered the Slytherin common room and rushed off to find her friends.

Y/N squinted her eyes as she walked into the dark room. “Huh? Ivy? Hime? You here? What did you do to the lights?” Nobody answered her. She tilted her head to the side, confused.

The lights suddenly turned on, along with multiple Christmas LED lights. She quietly gasped as she stared at the tinsel covered stairs and brightly decorated tree.

In all her years at Hogwarts, the common room had never been decorated. Slytherins weren’t exactly big on Christmas.

Y/N looked around, realizing she wasn’t alone. “Cedric?” She stared at the brunette boy. “What are you doing here? Have you seen Ivy or Hime? I can’t seem to find them anywhere.”

Cedric silently looked up. Y/N, puzzled, followed his gaze. She lifted her head, staring up at the floating mistletoe above her head. “Oh.” She whispered.

She looked at Cedric again, jumping when he was only a foot away.

“I’m sorry if I ever hurt you, Y/N.” He uttered, “I should’ve noticed.”

“Noticed what?”

Cedric didn’t say anything as he leaned forward to softly kiss her. Y/N froze, her heart almost leaping out of her chest.

“Y/N,” Cedric pulled away and brushed a strand of loose hair aside, “You’ll always be my Cindy Lou.”

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In The Absence of Goodbye {Prologue}

Barty Crouch Junior x Fem!Reader

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The Ravenclaw tower had quieted to a low hum, most students either celebrating in the common room below or drifting off to bed, but Barty, Regulus, Evan, Pandora, Dorcas, and you had found your own private corner on the tower’s open terrace. The night was cool, the stars crisp against the velvet sky, and the laughter still floating up from the castle grounds below seemed to pulse with the energy of Ravenclaw’s victory over Gryffindor. You could feel the vibrations for muggle music shooting through your feet.

You all were sprawled along the stone railing in a chaotic line of limbs, each one of them claiming their own space in a way that somehow felt perfectly coordinated. Regulus sat at the end, leaning back against a column with his arms crossed, an annoyed look as Barty once again explained his game saving bludger hit. Evan, as usual, took up more than his fair share of space, lounging back with his legs stretched out across the railing, crossing them with a lazy confidence.

Pandora, nothing like her brother, was perched precariously on the edge of the railing beside Evan, her legs swinging as she hummed softly to herself, gazing at the stars with a far-off look that spoke of theories and creatures only she could understand. Dorcas, sitting cross-legged with her chin propped in her hand, watched Pandora with a half-smile, tracing her fingers along the ancient stone as though whatever was lingering behind Pandora’s eyes would be revealed to her.

And then there was you, sitting at the center of it all, your laughter light and steady as you bantered back and forth with Evan, both of you trading exaggerated stories of the match. You were tucked right against Barty’s side, though, who occupied as little space as possible, as if his entire purpose was to keep as close to you as he could without drawing too much attention. The usually boisterous boy completely content to just lay there with you, letting ‘his girl’ shine before anyone else.

It was late, well past curfew, but Barty didn’t care. With your shoulder pressed to his and the warmth of your laughter filling the night air, he was completely, hopelessly content. As Evan said something that made you laugh, Barty felt a flutter in his chest, his gaze lingering on the way your eyes caught the dim light, how your smile seemed to hold a brightness that the stars could only envy.

“Oi, love.” Evan’s voice cut in, playful and teasing. “Think you’ll ever take pity on poor Barty here and let him breathe without you?”

You rolled your eyes, nudging Barty with your elbow but staying firmly at his side. “Maybe if he ever learns how to breathe on his own.” You shot back, grinning.

Barty barely reacted, too focused on your to care about the jibes. “Who needs breathing when I’ve got a much better reason to stay close?” He murmured, just loud enough for you to hear.

Regulus snorted from his end of the railing, smirking into the night. “Careful, Barty. You’re starting to sound almost sentimental.”

“Impossible.” Dorcas deadpanned, giving him a mock-serious look. “That would imply he actually has feelings.”

Pandora tilted her head, smiling dreamily. “Maybe he’s just like a rock orbiting his star.” She suggested, her gaze lifting to the night sky as if she could see their paths mapped out in the constellations.

“Don’t encourage him, Pandora.” Said star groaned, though a faint blush had crept into your cheeks. You looked down at your lap, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Barty doesn’t need any more reasons to act ridiculous.”

Barty grinned, leaning in just a fraction closer, his shoulder brushing yours. “Oh, come now, star.” He murmured, his voice low. “If I’m ridiculous, it’s only because you make me so.”

The group let out an exaggerated groan, and you turned red, swatting him lightly on the arm. “Merlin, Barty, you’re incorrigible.”

“Incorrigible?” He echoed, feigning offense, his hand pressing to his heart. “I’d say I’m nothing if not loyal.”

Evan snickered, nudging him with a boot. “Keep telling yourself that, mate. If you get any closer to her, they’ll have to separate you two with a pry bar.”

Pandora sighed, looking back at them with a wistful smile. “You know, some things are meant to be close together.” She said. “Like stars in a constellation. They belong right next to each other, don’t they?” She gestured upwards and your eyes followed hers. “We are like Pleiades.”

Barty gave a satisfied nod. “See? Pandora understands.” He said, his hand brushing along the back of your arm. “Besides, what else am I supposed to do with my time? Not follow my favorite person around?”

You shook your head, laughing. “Maybe you should put some of that energy into finding a new hobby.”

“Hobby? I have one.” He cheeked, a little too quickly. “It’s you.”

Regulus let out a huff of laughter, finally glancing over. “Careful, Barty. You might actually manage to scare her off one of these days.”

But you only rolled your eyes, giving him a playful shove. “Scare me off? Fat chance. I think if I would of been scared of it've happened already.”

Barty’s expression softened, and for a fleeting moment, there was nothing but quiet between you, the sounds of your friends’ laughter and banter melting into the night. He looked down at you, a softness in his eyes that none of the others saw, and for a second, he opened his mouth to say something- but the words wouldn’t come.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment was important, like a memory he wanted to carve into his mind forever. With everyone around them, under the stars, your shoulder resting against his, everything felt strangely perfect.

But that perfection was fragile, and something in him knew it.

“Hey, promise me somethin’, Star.” He prodded quietly, his voice barely a whisper. You turned to him, brow furrowed in confusion. “Promise me you won’t leave.”

The question caught you off guard, and you blinked, a half-smile forming on your lips. “What? And leave all this behind?” You gestured at the group, at the friends who surrounded you two. “Not a chance.”

But you hadn’t really answered, and Barty could feel the words balancing on the edge of his tongue, desperate to reach you. He wanted to hold you there in that moment, to make you understand what he couldn’t say- that he needed you, more than anything else.

Instead, he only nodded, forcing a casual smile as he nudged you back. “Good. I’d be absolutely lost without you, star.”

“You're exaggerating.” You smirked, rolling your eyes in mock disbelief. “I’m sure you’d find something else to obsess over if I ever left.”

But Barty’s gaze lingered on you, a seriousness flickering beneath his usual charm. “Not like this,” he murmured, so quietly you almost missed it.

For a moment, the laughter around you all seemed to fade, leaving only the gentle hum of the night air and the warmth of his presence beside you. You opened your mouth to respond, something lighthearted on the tip of your tongue, but before you could speak, Pandora’s voice broke the spell.

“Oh, I’ve got it!” Pandora exclaimed suddenly, her eyes bright as she looked at the group, then to you. “If we’re the Pleiades, that makes you our brightest star- the one we all form around.”

Evan laughed, clapping his hands together. “Hear, hear! Our star and fearless leader!”

“You'll feed her ego.” Regulus tutted and Dorcas rolled her eyes but joined in regardless.

Everyone joined in, voices echoing with lighthearted agreement as Barty gave a satisfied, almost possessive smile. He looked at you as if Pandora’s words had sealed something between you, as if you were the gravitational pull that kept him- and perhaps all of them- anchored. You almost found it in yourself to feel guilty, about using events that haven't even happened yet to build your bond.

And as you sat there, under the vast expanse of stars, surrounded by the people who meant the most to you, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of this moment too, like it was something precious. Something you would carry with you, a memory pressed into your mind like an indelible mark.

But you didn’t know yet just how fragile it all was. Or how much one boy, hopelessly captivated by you, would be willing to sacrifice to keep that feeling alive forever. Even if just for you two.

You all looked up as someone called your name. It was almost mistakable, the poor Head Boy’s voice fading into the music of the tower.

Regulus shot you a curious glance, and Barty immediately stiffened beside you, his hand brushing your arm as if by instinct, ready to keep you rooted in place.

“What d’you reckon that’s about?” Evan asked, quirking a brow.

You shrugged, reluctant to move, feeling as if shifting now would shatter the moment completely. But the Head Boy called again, his tone leaving little room for ignoring.

“Probably some silly thing Dumbledore wants.” You murmured but your heart sank, giving Barty a quick smile to reassure him. “I’ll be right back.”

Barty’s fingers tightened slightly around the edge of your sleeve before he let go. “I’ll wait.” He whispered, a faint frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Don’t go making that face.” You teased. “I’ll be back before you even realize I’m gone.”

As you rose, Pandora gave you an encouraging smile, and Dorcas reached over to tap your shoulder in a silent show of support. You returned the small gestures with a glance, trying to shake off the odd, inexplicable pang that had settled in your chest.

You turned to the group and gave them a playfully dramatic bow. “Don't wait up too late. You know how the old man likes to keep his company.”

“Too damn long.” Evan finished for you with a snicker, nodding you off as you hurried out of the room.

You headed down the winding staircase, the echoes of your friends’ laughter fading behind you.

The warmth of your presence seemed to linger in the air even after you’d disappeared down the staircase, a faint ghost of laughter and light that stayed with Barty. He barely noticed the conversation continuing around him. His eyes were fixed on the doorway, his mind a step behind, as though he hadn’t quite realized you were truly gone.

Pandora nudged him with a small smile. “She’ll be back, you know. Dumbledore’s not whisking her away forever.”

Barty forced a chuckle, but his chest felt strangely tight, his fingers clenching and unclenching as if he could still feel the edge of your sleeve beneath them. “Yeah, I know,” he mumbled, eyes still lingering on the staircase. “Just... hate when she’s not here.”

Dorcas threw a rolled-up bit of parchment at him, smirking. “Honestly, Barty, if you get any more sappy, I think we’ll need to send you to Madame Pomfrey.”

“Yeah, mate,” Evan chimed in, grinning as he stretched out lazily, “You're practically a lovesick puppy at this point.”

“Can’t help it if I know quality when I see it,” Barty shot back, trying for nonchalance, but his voice was softer than usual, almost distant. He looked at the spot you’d just left, as if willing you to come back.

Regulus gave him a sidelong glance, quiet but observant. “Don’t worry, Barty. She’s just with Dumbledore. What could possibly keep her from coming back?”

Barty forced himself to nod, trying to brush away the inexplicable feeling clawing at his chest. It was silly. You were just with Dumbledore, probably for some random task he wanted you to handle. It wasn't uncommon. But as the minutes stretched into an hour, and the sounds of the castle grew softer, a chill settled into Barty’s bones.

He didn’t realize how long he’d been waiting until Pandora reached over, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “She’ll be back soon.” She said softly, her voice a quiet comfort.

But Barty’s gaze never left the staircase, his heart heavy with a gnawing ache he couldn’t explain, an ache that whispered in the back of his mind, warning him that something was absolutely wrong.

As the minutes dragged on, a heavy quiet settled over the terrace, snuffing out the easy laughter and teasing jabs that had filled the air only moments before. One by one, they fell into silence, glancing around as if they too felt the strange shift- the lighthearted buzz from earlier replaced by a heavy, aching stillness. It was as though something fragile had cracked, and a shared, unspoken dread seeped into the space between them.

Evan, who was usually the first to crack a joke, sat up straighter, his usual smirk nowhere to be seen. “She’s taking her time, isn’t she?” He muttered, but his voice lacked its usual bravado, almost as if he didn’t really want an answer.

Regulus gave a quiet sigh, folding his arms tightly over his chest, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Shouldn’t be gone this long... Thought she was just fetching some nonsense for Dumbledore.”

Pandora’s legs had stilled, her gaze fixed blankly on the stars above. Her dreamy demeanor was gone, her expression vacant.

Barty sat frozen, fingers curled tight around the stone railing. The easy smile he’d worn was gone, replaced by an expression that teetered between frustration and fear. His gaze stayed glued to the staircase, his foot tapping a frantic rhythm against the stone floor as if he could summon you back with his sheer will alone.

“Maybe she’s off on a task of his. She did say not to wait up,” Dorcas offered, though her tone was weak, her words less an attempt to reassure and more a desperate hope. She shifted uncomfortably, as if sensing that none of them quite believed it.

The memory of year five hung thick in the air- an unwelcome reminder of moments they’d all tried to bury. That hollow feeling of watching you fade away, knowing you didn’t belong here, that something about your presence always felt borrowed, fleeting. Now, with each passing second, it grew harder to ignore the creeping certainty that maybe, this time, you weren’t coming back.

Barty’s voice broke the silence, strained and almost unrecognizable. “She’ll be back,” he said firmly, though his hands were clenched so tight his knuckles had turned white. “She promised, didn’t she?”

But even as he spoke, his heart sank deeper, a hollow ache filling his chest. The silence stretched on, swallowing the last of their laughter and leaving behind a feeling of loss that none of them dared to speak aloud.

And as the cold night air pressed in around them, it was painfully clear that everything felt… wrong.

“She's gone.” Pandora's voice drifted out softly, breaking the silence like a faint breeze, but it held a certainty that sent a chill through the group. Her gaze remained fixed on the night sky, her eyes glassy as she lifted a finger to point upward. A single tear slipping down her listless expression. “Alcyone flickered.”

They all looked at her, a hush settling over them as they followed her gesture, craning their necks to find the star she was talking about. Alcyone, the brightest star in the Pleiades, seemed to pulse faintly, its light dimming for the briefest of moments before shining on.

Evan swallowed, casting an uneasy glance at the others. “It’s just a bloody star, Pandora. Stars flicker all the time.” He muttered, though his voice held none of its usual swagger. Staring at his listless twin sister.

But Pandora didn’t waver, her gaze still locked on the sky. “It's wavering. Alcyone’s light is… steady. Always is. It doesn’t flicker unless something’s different. Like it knows.”

Regulus shifted uncomfortably, crossing his arms tightly as if to ward off the chill that crept over him. “Don’t talk rubbish, Pandora.” He grumbled, though his voice was quiet, almost pleading. “She’s just with Dumbledore, that’s all.”

Dorcas’s hand found Pandora’s, giving it a gentle squeeze. She didn’t say anything, but her face was pale, her usual steady presence dimmed by a shadow of doubt.

Barty’s jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on the spot where you’d disappeared, his heart thudding painfully in his chest. “She promised.” He repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, as if trying to convince himself. “She has never lied to me.”

But the certainty in Pandora’s voice gnawed at him, burrowing into the hollow ache inside his chest. The others’ silence only deepened the feeling that he was grasping at something slipping further and further from his reach.

Pandora’s words lingered, filling the cold air with a heaviness that refused to lift, and as he looked back up at the stars, Barty couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, the universe had taken you away from him.

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