#Cursed child fanfiction

[serendipitous-girl]

𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆

⊱✿⊰ summary: rumors spread fast at Hogwarts, Harry should know this by now.

. ⊱✿⊰ warnings: very suggestive, you sit on Harry's lap and he gets a boner, kissing, uhh everybody thinks you guys had aex but you didn't, typical teenage hormones, you guys are friends who have crushes on each other, post-confessions??, mcgonny might be ooc sryyy bad jokes

⊱✿⊰ notes: this is way more suggestive than i usually write but yeah. don't ask why i came up with this..i just did and i am kinda embarrassed but im already here

harry was sure he was going to explode. he had you, his very best friend, sitting on his lap and kissing his neck. he had not been prepared to know what to do when the prettiest girl he had ever seen was also into him.

he didn't know how to respond or how to reciprocate that he really, really, wanted what was happening. the best he could do was hold your hips, squeezing them as you sucked on a particularly senstive spot. he couldn't help the way heat started to pool in his stomach, blood rushing down to his-

"harry," you giggled, snapping him out of his embarrassing train of thoughts, "didn't know you were that excited."

"shut up, [name]," he grumbled, feeling his face warm exponentially. he pulled your closer, pressing his lips to yours, smirking into the kiss when the sweet little gasp you made reached his ears. harry was sure he would never get enough of the taste of your lips, sweet and soft like the chapstick you always loved to wear.

if he was anywhere near his right mind he might consider the fact, you and him were making out in the middle of the common room. but it was late at night, everybody was surely snoozing and harry couldn't control himself. he wanted-no he needed to feel more of you.

a groan got strangled in his throat as you wiggled your body, rubbing your body against his and sending electronic volts all throughout him. he should really tell you to stop...but fuck if it didn't feel good. (hey, the chosen one needs some fun in his life too!)

he leaned in to kiss you again, only to be met by your loud screech and you flinging yourself off of his lap like he had suddenly caught a highly contagious disease. a quick look at his pants would expose his highly embarrassing situation so he quickly grabbed a throw pillow and shoved it on his lap.

"professor!" you said, and he quickly snapped his head towards where professor mcgonagall was staring horrifed at you both.

"both of you! bed! now! acting so indecently in such a public place? i expected better than you, potter." she chided, pointing a finger towards the stairs. obediently you and harry hurried up there, harry being quick to hopefully hide his.. condition.

"practically have sexual intercourse!" she muttered, shaking her head. you and harry practically ran up the suddenly very long staira, hurrying to your respective dorms in hopes you could hide from the embarrassment. turning you gave harry a quick wave before shutting the girls dorm door. at the very least everybody should be asleep so nobody would be aware of this incident.

❀ ❀ ❀

the whispers started almost immediately after you stepped into the great hall. young and old students bored their eyes into you as you marched to your usual seat with harry, hermione, ron and the rest of your makeshift friend group.

ron immediately snickers, and hermione swats him with an eyeroll. your face was already warm with embarrassment, even more so now that your friends were aware of the whole...thing.

"i cannot believe you had sex with harry and didn't tell me!" hermione hissed, looking at you with a slightly betrayed look. she was your best friend, well beside harry (and harry was...more now.) but she was your girl best friend. which made it easier to talk to her about certain things.

"we didn't?" you said, clearly confused...you thought the rumors would at least be accurate if they were to be spread. but that was too much to ask for a bunch of teenagers hungry for drama. you turned to harry and added, "why do they think we had sex?"

harry blushed, probably remembering what happened the night before. then he said, "i'm pretty sure someone was awake last night and heard professor mention that we were 'practically having sex'"

he mumbled the last bit and you giggled, amused at his shyness about this whole topic. although you weren't faring much better, the thought of doing that with harry was enough to make your body implode.

"but are you guys like dating now..?" ron asked, paying half attention to you guys and half to the food in front of him. it was delicious so you couldn't really blame him.

you glanced at harry and he glanced at you, a small smile peeking out as you nodded slightly. his goregous green eyes lit up with excitement, the silent confirmation all he needed to know the truth. harry fucking potter was your boyfriend now.

"yeah, she's my girlfriend now." he said, before he turned around. you followed his gaze and saw draco malfoy staring daggers at him, his pale face red with utter fury. he looked like a swollen tomato.

you smirked, gaining some confidence and leaning towards harry. you pressed your lips to his, hands pressed into his chest. you only felt egged on by the hoots and hollers of the other students.

"well that certainly didn't help the rumors." harry said, fixing his glasses with a flustered look on his face. you giggled and hugged him.

"we'll let them believe what they want to believe. who knows, maybe they'll learn about the other times i've seen you naked." you giggled, laughing even more at harry's horrifed gasp.

"hey! you said you wouldn't bring that up!" harry whined, blushing even more as ron and hermione laughed along with you.

rumors were bad, but with your family and your friends..and your new boyfriend. it wasn't so bad.

lori © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything weird with my writing! i like reblogs and comments but please be kind as this was my writing.

[hereforagoodtimenotalongone]

i need to write a fic where albus and scorpius start dating but albus hasn’t told his family yet and they end up spending some of summer together and james proposes a scheme to do together because he feels guilty about not being a better brother to albus.

and james, being slightly oblivious, thinks albus sees scorpius as a brother and out of guilt and his desire to prove that he really does care about his little brother he keeps pushing to spend more time with him but it just comes across like he doesn’t like scorpius.

and albus, thinking that james hates scorpius, is super nervous to tell his family about them dating because he thinks james will be mad.

rose and lily know exactly what’s going on on both sides but neither with intervene because; rose doesn’t think it’s right to meddle in their relationships and thinks they should sort it out and; lily sees this as an opportunity to cause chaos.

hugo’s vaguely aware of what’s going on but is mostly interested in helping lily cause problems.

teddy is the only one who knows about albus and scorpius dating and james’ fears from the people themselves and is the person they defer to for advice. unfortunately for them, teddy has decided to play the role of “older sibling that encourages your worse impulses”

harry: the children are getting along really well actually :)

teddy, staring out the window at the children recreating lord of the flies in real time: yeah they’re getting along so well :)

[theamberfist]

Cursed-Cat and Mouse | Uncle Alastor & Cursed Cat Alastor HC's

Familial! Alastor is Reader's Uncle

Description: A strange cat pops up at the hotel one day and begins terrorizing everyone; especially a certain mouse

(Notes: CW Alastor, death, violence) (gender neutral reader) (Reader is Alastor's niece/nephew/whatever term you prefer) (Reader is blind) (Reader is a mouse sinner)

Words: 979

❀ These headcannons are related to One Blind Mouse, a little oneshot I wrote! A friend of mine said 'if you're going to have a mouse reader you need to involve Cursed Cat Alastor' so here were are! ❀

♡ Considering Alastor literally had a niece/nephew/etc who was a mouse, no one expected him to get a pet cat

♡ And to be honest, neither did he

♡ No one knows how or why the cat showed up, it just appeared one day and they couldn't get rid of it so it lives at the hotel now

♡ Everyone calls it 'cursed cat Alastor' because it apparently looks just like your uncle but he refuses to admit the truth of that name so he just calls it a vermin

♡ When the cat first showed up, you were terrified

♡ You thought your uncle Al had finally gotten tired of carrying you around in his pocket and had decided to do away with you when you heard the meow of a cat in the lobby

♡ So when the cat stopped and noticed you there was a good five seconds where you both just froze; you out of fear and it out of who-knows-what-emotion 

♡ Then you took off running and, naturally, it chased you

♡ You probably ran all through the hotel (luckily you knew the place well enough not to bump into anything), shouting for your uncle, before he finally appeared and was surprised to see the little creature had no cornered you 

♡ He thought it was a prank on your part at first. Even in life, you'd always loved to pull tricks like this. But when he noticed the cat literally salivating over you he finally reached down and grabbed it by the scruff of its neck; letting out a hum of curiosity

♡ You climbed up Alastor's suit to take your place safely in his pocket as he debated what to do with it and that was when everyone else came into the room, witnessing the scene

♡ Angel thought it was hilarious, Husk was as unamused as ever, Sir Pentious teared up at its cuteness, Nifty was distracted by some nearby bugs, and Charlie was so excited by the little creature that Vaggie had to hold her back from running over and grabbing it

♡ Charlie, loving the fact that the cat looked exactly like Alastor, insisted they keep it, to your dismay

♡ She listened to your concerns though and promised she wouldn't let it hurt you and that they'd train the cat

♡ She even got a little collar with a bell for the thing so you could more easily hear it when it was coming

♡ For the first week, you lived in absolute fear

♡ You refused to leave Alastor's pocket for anything except the few times he actually slept at night when you would bury yourself in his hair for protection

♡ For some reason, he and the cat really hated each other. Whenever he came near it, the thing would his and bat at him, earning an angry smile from him in response

♡ He tried to kill it several times through mysterious circumstances but to no avail. Somehow, the cat would evade his traps every single time; as if it simply couldn't be killed

♡ Finally, there was a day where you simply couldn't be in Alastor's pocket and he had to leave you behind at the hotel

♡ You were both devastated and terrified as your uncle left but Sir Pentious promised you he'd have the egg boys protect you until he came back

♡ They did a good job for about ten minutes but then they got distracted and suddenly you were left alone with the cat in the same room as you

♡ You froze as you heard it come over to you, fully expecting to be eaten right there and then. But to your surprise, it started purring and nuzzling against your tiny body. You reached up to pet its ears and then suddenly it didn't seem so scary anymore

♡ Imagine Alastor's surprise when he returned to the hotel later that day to find you curled up on the couch with the cat; fast asleep as you lay against its side. It was wide awake, though, with its eyes looking in opposite directions and everything

♡ After that Alastor almost wished the cat would have attacked you instead

♡ He could not get you away from the thing; no one could. It became like your little bodyguard; always around you as it protected you from any impending danger

♡ Charlie thought it was sweet but your uncle Al did not appreciate having his role as your protector be called into question like that

♡ You rode the cat around like it were a horse, you slept on its warm and soft belly, you let it lead you around like some kind of service animal, you took care of it and made sure its fur was always pristine despite it being the most cursed being the hotel had ever seen (in Alastor's opinion)

♡ He would never admit to being jealous of a literal cat but he was jealous of a literal cat; especially because it resembled him so much

♡ But since you loved the cat so much he had to put up with it

♡ The only time Alastor approved of your little bodyguard was when Lucifer visited the hotel

♡ Before, Lucifer would make a big show out of offering to become your uncle too, which Charlie was always happy about since she wanted a cousin. The king of hell liked you as much as everyone else at the hotel, and he especially liked making your uncle jealous the way he'd once done with Charlie

♡ But now that the cat was around it wouldn't even let Lucifer near you

♡ As much as the thing hated Alastor, it seemed to hate Lucifer even more so gone were the days where he could swoop in and offer to be your new uncle or put you on his hat and fly around like before

♡ Alastor supposed the cat was good for something, after all 

[raven-dor]

meddle about

in which james sirius potter is obessed with his girlfriend, and her hair

PAIRING: james sirius potter x reader

WARNINGS: making out, fluff, james is adorable, self esteem issues, slight arguing, more making out

AN: I got THREE requests for James Sirius, two of them asking for the reader to have curly hair, so I thought I would just mash them all together!! I AM AWARE THAT THE GIRL IN THE GIF DOES NOT HAVE CURLY HAIR - there are not a lot of 'cute couple' gifs with girls that have curly hair, I apologize 😞

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

The urge to have an outburst of anger in the Great Hall at nine in the morning was becoming more and more appealing with every passing moment. Her hair did not cooperate with her this morning, and now that she was in public, she felt like everyone was staring at the ‘mess’ on her head. She tried to force it into a bun, but it seemed to have a mind of its own. She squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her fists. 

“Love?” 

She felt her heart squeeze, opening her eyes to see her loving boyfriend. “Jamie.” She almost sighed in relief before remembering how disgusting she felt. She winced; she was sure he was not enjoying the sight before him. “How are you?” 

“Fine. I think the better question is, how are you?” He sat beside her, even though they were not in the same house. It was practically routine by now, but it still made her blush whenever he did. “You seem tense.” 

“It’s nothing. I just-” She paused. Every time she brought it up to James, he told her she was beautiful and she had nothing to worry about. Sometimes, she wished he would be honest with her. She smiled, shaking her head. “It’s nothing.” 

He nodded but looked entirely unconvinced. “Splendid.” He grabbed a piece of toast, stuffing it in his mouth like a child. She laughed, shaking her head. “You look gorgeous this morning, have I told you?” 

She tried not to glare at him. “You have. This morning, when I left your room.” 

He smirked. “Why didn’t you wait for me?” 

“James, I had to do rounds. After all,” She spread jam on her toast a little too harshly. “I’m the one who assigned them.” 

He nodded sarcastically. “Being Head Girl is so difficult.” 

“It is.” She glared. “Thank you for acknowledging it. Just because you’re Head Boy does not mean you can-” He interrupted, kissing her out of nowhere. She sighed, her stomach fluttering. “James.” 

“Love.” He whispered. “You’re spiraling. I saw the light leave your eyes.” 

“No, I’m not.” She admonished him. “I’m just saying that you need to take your duties more seriously.” He smirked, and she shoved him away. “Don’t even think about saying it.” 

He held his hands up in mock surrender. “You know me so well.” 

She nodded, taking a bite of her toast. “Would I be a good girlfriend if I didn’t?” 

“I suppose not.” He kissed her cheek quickly. “Thank Godric you are.” 

Transfiguration made the hours feel like days, and she really wished that she had sat in the back at this moment. If she had, she could have taken a nap or, more importantly, made sure no one could see the back of her head. She let her head fall into her hands, groaning quietly. Roxanne leaned over, whispering. “You alright, babe?” 

“Roxie, if this class doesn’t end soon, I swear to Merlin…” She peeked out of her hands, staring at her friend. “I need you to be honest with me.” 

Roxanne nodded, knowing exactly where this was going. “Your hair looks fine. Do you honestly think I’d let you walk around with bad hair?” 

Y/N laughed. “Wouldn’t be the first time…” 

Roxanne rolled her eyes. “You need to let that go. It was five years ago.” 

She sat up, watching as Professor Nott went over the steps of becoming an Animagus, even though they had already learned this in third year. She laughed to herself, knowing that James and she had done the steps two years ago. 

It was the one and only time she had broken the law. So far. She could never tell what she would have to do for James; his pranks always bordered on illegal activity. 

Y/N spoke under her breath, leaning closer to Roxanne. “He’s staring at me, isn’t he?” 

Roxanne turned around as subtly as she could, nodding almost instantly. “When is he not?” 

“Honestly, if he spent as much time focusing in class as he spent on me, he’d be top of our year.” 

Roxanne laughed, causing half the class to look over at the girls. They sank into their seats, giggling lightly. A paper bird landed on her desk, and Y/N whipped around, glaring at her boyfriend. She shook her head, opening up the note. She blushed, Roxanne almost laughing again at her friend's reaction. 

You’re absolutely breathtaking. 

Broom closet after class? 

xx

Your secret admirer

She grabbed her quill, scribbling quickly. 

Don’t lie to me; that’ll get you nowhere.

And I won’t meet you in a broom closet, we’re not fourth years.

We have a room for a reason, Potter.

She sent it back, forcing herself to focus on the lesson.

That proved difficult. 

She felt like she was on fire. James always did this to her; he stared at her like she was his entire world, and she turned into mush. This was just one of those many times. As he trailed down her body, she tried to contain her gasps, her cheeks bright red. “Jamie, you’re going to kill me.”

He smirked, reaching back up to her lips, and kissed them passionately. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” He played with her hair, and she groaned, shoving his hands away. He tilted his head, a curious look on his face. “What are you doing?” 

She nuzzled her face into his neck, whispering. “You’re going to ruin my hair.” 

He scoffed. “I don’t think I could ruin your hair; it’s perfect.” 

She rolled her eyes, shoving him away and standing up, walking over to the mirror. “Now I have to redo it. It looks like I’ve rolled in the grass.” 

He sat on his shoulders, watching as she fussed over her now ‘ruined’ hair. “And what’s wrong with that?” 

“It’s almost as if you find joy in making me look like a mess.” She scolded him. He rose an eyebrow, rolling off the bed and standing behind her. 

“You never look like a mess.” He wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her in. Y/N glared but made no movement to pull away, relaxing from his touch. “You’re beautiful, and so is your hair-” 

“James…” 

“No matter what it looks like.” He said firmly, a chill running down her spine. He was never this serious with her, constantly slipping a joke into any conversation, even arguments. “I need you to stop saying that.” 

“It’s my hair, James.” She scoffed. “Now let me fix it before dinner.” 

He walked away, shaking his head. “Fine. But you should know that no one is looking at your hair and thinking it’s a mess. It’s just you.” 

She felt like her mother was reprimanding her. Embarrassed, she stalked back over to his bed, grabbed her wand, and walked out the door. He yelled after her. “Where are you off to?” 

She didn’t bother to turn around. “I have to go do my hair.” 

“Love-” The door slammed behind her, and James winced. He followed after, knocking on her door. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” 

She brushed her locks, her eyes tearing up with frustration. “Just go away.”

“Y/N…” 

“You don’t get it, James!” She screamed at her door. “You’re perfect.”

He felt his heart shatter, listening to her voice crack. “So are you.” 

“James…” She flopped onto her bed, her mascara staining her pillow. “I’ll be out for dinner; just let me be.” 

“I’m sorry.” He hadn’t meant to upset her; he just wanted to compliment her hair. He walked back to his room, shutting the door. What he hadn’t heard was his girlfriend sobbing even harder than before. 

Y/N stomped down the stairs, casting a beauty spell on herself so that her friends wouldn’t know she was crying over her hair yet again. She sat at her table, ignoring James’s worried looks. She smiled at her Lysander and Lorcan, who were looking at her suspiciously. “Hello, my favorite pair of twins.” 

Lorcan laughed. “Don’t tell Roxie that.” 

Lysander simply tilted his head. “Take the spell off.” 

Lorcan shook his head, mumbling. “Lys…” 

“Does James know?” Lysander ignored his twin. “You know he wouldn’t like-” 

“Drop it.” She glared. “I just want one second where I’m not thinking about how disgusting I look or how my hair lays.” She sighed. “Please.” 

“I’ll drop it.” Lysander lamented. “But you know he won’t. And I agree with him; you know that I do.” 

She mumbled, picking at her food. “I don’t point out all the things you obsess over.” 

“True, but it’s different. And you know it.” 

Lorcan winced once more, nudging his twin. “Stop.” 

“I think I’m going to eat in my room.” She stood up, smiling weakly. “I’ll see you around.” 

“Wait-” She walked away, and Lysander sighed. “She didn’t even bring any food with her.” 

Lorcan nodded. “I wouldn’t worry too much.” He pointed to the Gryffindor table toward James, who had made her a plate and was following after her. "He's got her."

She was sitting in their shared living room when he’d found her. Staring blankly at the fire, she had hardly acknowledged him when he’d walked in. He felt distraught seeing her so upset about something that he had never even thought about. She was gorgeous; he thought she knew that. 

“I brought you food. I saw you hadn’t eaten anything.” 

She didn’t look up at him. “Are you watching me now?” 

He smiled, sitting beside her. “I always watch you. Why wouldn’t I?” He nudged her, placing the plate of food on her lap. “You’re mesmerizing.” 

“Thanks for the food, Jamie.” She picked up the plate, scooping herself some shepherd's pie. “It smells delicious.” 

He leaned back, staring at the fire with her. “You’re scaring me.” 

“What have I done to scare you?” 

He leaned over, his eyes bearing into hers, and she felt a chill fall down her spine. He whispered. “You know what you’ve done.”  

She rolled her eyes. “Why does everyone keep saying that?” She stood up, bringing the food with her as she walked toward the stairs. “I’m fine.” 

“No, you’re not.” James pleaded. “You’re practically perfect, and you don’t see it.” 

“Stop!” She screamed. “I can handle compliments, but I can’t handle lying.” Crossing her arms, she broke, a tear slipping down her cheek. “Especially from you.” 

He stepped forward, his face serious. “I would never lie to you. Ever.” 

She scoffed, stepping back toward the stairs. “You’re lying to me right now.” 

“Y/N.” He grabbed her face in his hands. “I have never lied to you, and I’m not going to start now. You’re beautiful.” He leaned his forehead against hers. “It hurts me that you don’t think so.” 

“You’re too sweet.” She whispered. "I don't think I'm good for-"

He shook his head, placing a finger over her lips. “Don't finish that sentence.” He removed his finger, smiling lightly. “I need you to say it with me. Say you’re beautiful.”  

She shook her head, trying not to smile alongside him. It was hard; everything about him was so infectious. “No.” 

His eyes grew dark. “Say it.” 

She shook her head, giggling. “No, James.” 

He rose an eyebrow. “Last chance, love.” She tried to back away from him slowly, but he was fast; of course he was. He pulled her back to him, laughing at her feeble escape attempt. His hands fell to her waist, tickling her lightly. She cackled, almost dropping the food still in her hands. He grabbed the plate and sat it down on the table beside them. “Now, where were we?” 

She shook her head, trying to run up the stairs. “Please, don’t, Jamie!” 

He laughed as he chased after her. “Say it!” 

She shook her head, running into her room. “You can’t-” He grabbed her wrist, spinning her around. She gasped, her hands landing on his chest. “I-” 

He smirked, leaning down. “Say it.” 

She whined. “James.”

“Love.” He whined back. “I guess I’ll just have to make you believe it.” 

Her cheeks grew red instantly, and she smacked his chest, trying to get out of his hold. “James Sirius Potter!”

He laughed, following after her as she fell onto her bed. “What? What did I say?” He hovered over her form, his boyish grin full of mischief and love. “You’re beautiful.” He leaned down, kissing her neck. “Say it with me.” 

She hummed, trying not to give in. “I’m-” 

He nodded, kissing lower. “Yes?” 

“You’re being mean.” She squirmed under his touch. “This isn’t fair.” 

“You’re right.” He said in between kissing down her torso. “It’s unfair that my hot girlfriend thinks she’s some kind of troll.” He pulled himself back up to her lips, dangerously close to them. “Say it.” 

“I’m…” She gulped, whispering. “I’m beautiful.” 

He nodded, leaning down and kissing her until her lungs gave out. “Good. Now, let’s make you believe it.” 

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Harry Potter and Scorpius Malfoy meet (Cursed Child rewrite)

Do people still post writing here?? Here's my small contribution!! Rough designs further down :)

‘Send me an owl once you're there,’ Ginny straightened the collar on Harry's long coat, ‘Promise?’

‘I promise,’ Harry reassured her.

Uncertainty lingered between the two, followed by brief passing glances. Harry and Ginny had been married for many years and had witnessed each other change and grow into wonderful parents for Albus Severus Potter, James Sirius Potter, and Lily Luna Potter. But from Harry’s experience, there seemed to be a struggle to nurture their relationship. Not only was it plainly evident through the lack of emotional response, but also through the lack of physical compassion. Before the departure, Harry gave Ginny one last kiss on her cheek, grabbing the suitcases beside her.

‘I’ll be back before you know it.’ Harry finally added, ‘Love you.’

‘I love you, too.’ Ginny whispered back as Harry approached the Express with Albus by his side and Rose, who shortly followed after, ‘Want me to sit with you and your cousin?’ Harry turned to Albus as they were squeezing past students through the Express.

‘Actually, could Rose and I be alone?’ Albus winced quietly, ‘I think it would be weird if you were, um… Sitting with us. You know…’

‘Right. Of course.’ Harry smiled, opening up a free compartment for them, ‘I won’t be far. If you need anything, I’ll probably be a few compartments away from yours.’

‘Thanks, uncle!’ Rose galloped inside.

‘Stay safe, and don’t cause any trouble. Understood?’

‘Yes, sir.’ Albus sighed.

Harry finally secured the compartment door and proceeded further down the corridor, mindful not to hinder the passage of other students. He found another vacant space, heaved his suitcase onto the overhead rack, and settled into a seat next to the window. On the other side of the Express, Ginny and their child, Lily, offered warm farewells to Albus in the neighbouring carriage. Like a psychic, Ginny's gaze met Harry's, and she signalled a subtle yet poignant wave. She then directed Lily’s attention to their father, their goodbyes vibrant with affection. Lily's joy was evident, her enthusiasm infectious whilst she jumped up and down with a wide grin. Harry mirrored her exuberance with a chuckle and a wave, just as the train released a jubilant whistle and set off with rhythmic clatters of wheel against rail.

A sudden noise drew Harry's attention—a new arrival. The compartment door clicked open, revealing a young boy, a first-year by the looks of him, with hair so pale it almost glimmered. Harry did a double take; the boy bore an uncanny resemblance to someone from his past. Those familiar grey eyes, they were like looking through time to his own school days. It was as if he took a Time Turner and met Draco Malfoy for the first time again. The boy, however, in place of a customary Malfoy sneer, heaved his luggage inside with some difficulty and slid the door shut with a practised finality, exuding an air not dissimilar to his father's.

Harry averted his gaze, feigned indifference with rhythmic taps of his finger upon his knee, and tried not to fixate on the striking resemblance. His ruse was cut short by the boy's voice, ‘Are you supposed to be here?’

Puzzled, Harry turned, ‘Excuse me?’

‘You're not a student,’ the young boy observed, his expression puckering in mild scrutiny.

‘Ah, sorry. I'm the new professor at Hogwarts. I'll be instructing in Defence Against the Dark Arts.’ Harry expounded with due formality.

A spark of recognition lit up the boy's posture, ‘Then you must know my dad. He's been the Potions professor here for quite some time.’

A cold tension gripped Harry, dread mingling with curiosity, ‘May I ask your name?’

‘Scorpius Malfoy. Son of Professor Draco Malfoy.’

Harry's complexion fell to the ghostly hue like the head of Nearly Headless Nick as he let out a strained chuckle, ‘That's... Great.’

‘Wait a second… I know you.’ Scorpius's recognition transformed into awe-struck wonderment.

‘Of course, you do.’ Harry constrained a reply as he looked away in disbelief.

Scorpius shuffled on his seat to sit directly in front of the new professor, ‘You're Harry Potter! You're the one who vanquished the Dark Lord. The scar!’

Now faced with a piece of his history, the living image of an old adversary, Harry was taken aback yet found himself unexpectedly reassured by Scorpius's sincere fervour as he pointed at his forehead, ‘Yes, that's me.’

Scorpius, eager as any student could be, leaned forward in anticipation, ‘Is it true? Were you part of some elite spy group led by the great Albus Dumbledore?’

‘The Order of the Phoenix,’ Harry confirmed.

‘Is it true that you were killed by Voldemort, but you survived through the Resurrection Stone?’ Scorpius followed breathlessly.

‘Yes.’

‘Is it true that you were a champion in the Triwizard Tournament and won?’

‘Oh, well–’

Scorpius cut him off, ‘Is it true that you fought against a Basilisk that’s been terrorising Hogwarts?’

Harry batted his eyelashes out of surprise before asking, ‘How do you know that? I thought the Ministry tried to keep it off the record.’

For a brief moment, Harry remembered that Scorpius was the son of Draco, and he probably told him about the incident with the Basilisk, but Scorpius’s response dumbfounded him, ‘I read a lot. You make a lot of appearances on the Daily Prophet.’

This was the moment Harry noted that Scorpius was probably never told anything about him by his father. That the history between the two was left behind. While the two may have left on a neutral note, it still surprised Harry that Draco didn’t end up cursing on Harry’s name to his son. It was no wonder to him now why Scorpius was asking him so many questions.

‘I heard that you have a son that’s starting first year, like me.’ Scorpius continued, breaking the lingering silence between them.

‘Um, yea. He’s not far from this compartment.’ Harry replied, tilting his head, ‘Do you want to meet him?’

Scorpius shook his head, ‘No.’

Harry looked surprised, ‘Why not?’

‘The other students don’t like me. That’s why I’m sitting here.’ Scorpius confessed, his gaze shifting away as he fiddled with his fingers, ‘They said it’s because my dad is a professor and that he’s really scary.’

‘Oh.’ Harry paused, pondering how to uplift the young boy, ‘Well, Albus is my son, and I’m a professor. So that’s one thing you both have in common.’

‘But you’re not mean.’ Scorpius pouted, ‘My father isn’t even that bad. He’s really nice to me. But everybody else says he’s a strict, old grump.’

‘Sounds surprisingly like the Potions professor I had.’ Harry muttered before lifting his head with disapproval, ‘And he’s not old. That would make me old.’

‘So you know him?’ Scorpius perked up with a gleam.

‘Sort of.’ Harry hesitated before answering, ‘We knew each other back when we were students.’

Harry almost scoffed at himself. He made it sound like they were mutual acquaintances, but they were far from it. The Malfoy family had always brought him trouble. Draco, in particular, was on a different level. Not only did he torment Harry throughout the years, but he also targeted all of his friends. Draco even became what he hated the most: a Death Eater. They parted ways without much of a word. Harry saw the Malfoy family's name in the Daily Prophet countless times after the war until their presence faded into obscurity. Yet here he was, sitting in front of Draco Malfoy's son and apparently about to encounter Draco himself.

‘It's odd he never mentioned you. Are you not famous?’ Scorpius looked quizzically at Harry, the Chosen One.

‘It's a little more complicated than that.’ Harry replied, striving for honesty.

Before the conversation could resume, the click of the compartment door drew their attention upward. Harry's son, Albus, and his niece, Rose, entered, their eyes pleading with Harry and gesturing towards something further down the train cart.

‘Dad! Could we buy ourselves some Chocolate Frogs, please!’ Albus exclaimed.

Harry knew they had encountered the Trolley witch selling a variety of sweets and treats, reminiscent of his own first-year experience when he bought the entire assortment for himself and Ron to enjoy, from Bertie Bott's: Every Flavour Beans to Pumpkin Pasties.

Glancing at Scorpius before answering his son, Harry replied, ‘Sure.’

‘Told you he would agree.’ Rose remarked, then turned to the pale student, ‘Who's that, Uncle Harry?’

Scorpius looked at Harry with unease, unsure if he was ready to be introduced. But Harry smiled optimistically.

‘This is Scorpius Malfoy. He's a first year student, like you.’

‘Why is he sitting with you and not other students?’ Rose inquired, while Albus rolled his eyes as if it were obvious that Harry's fame played a role.

‘He had nobody else to sit with.’ Harry answered for Scorpius, covering for him, ‘All the other compartments were full.’

‘Oh. Well, ours is free! Want to sit with us?’ Rose invited Scorpius, her freckles squashed together into a smile, glowing ruby with enthusiasm.

Scorpius mirrored Rose's smile, his excitement evident as he wasted no time in joining Albus and Rose, forgetting his luggage on the now-vacant seat. Harry decided not to disturb the kids and lifted Scorpius's luggage onto the rack above the seat.

I want to give the fandom a story they could enjoy. Something that feels authentic and stays true to the original Harry Potter series. I hope to write/draw more in the future :)

(Rough designs for Professors Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter)

[ghxst-bird]

He once made the mistake of joking about taking a dive into a lake because he’d been craving fish, saying he’d give anything for one right then.

Sukuna didn’t even pause before jumping right in. And only then did Yuji find out that the boy didn’t even know how to swim.

He can still feel the sharp, visceral terror of seeing those flailing limbs going under without a sound, the stream of bubbles rising to the surface as he’d stared, dumbfounded, before realizing that Sukuna wasn’t coming back up.

Yuji cried so hard after fishing the boy out of the water that Sukuna awkwardly started patting his head in consolation.

— sneak peek of “Fragilely, Gradually”, pt ii of the Ouroboros verse ✨

[hoomandoescosplay]

Masterlist

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Harry Potter

Future Malfoy | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Secret Santa | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Memories of Us | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Becoming Mrs. Potter | James Potter x Reader

The Flirting Mishap | James Potter x Reader

Too Much Love and Fire Whiskey | Albus Potter x Scorpius Malfoy

A Very Happy New Year | Albus Potter x Scorpius Malfoy

Baked With Love | Albus Potter x Scorpius Malfoy

Checking You Out | Albus Potter x Scorpius Malfoy

Photo Booth | Albus Potter x Scorpius Malfoy

Anyone Else Isn’t You | James Potter x Regulus Black

Rivals To Lovers | Regulus Black x Reader

Hazbin Hotel

My Darling | Alastor x Reader

Static | Alastor x Reader

Broken Radio | Alastor x Reader

Matchmaker | Alastor x Reader

On The Air | Human Alastor x Reader

Well Aren’t You A Charmer | Alastor x Reader

All Bark No Bite | Alastor x Reader

Fallen Angel | Alastor x Reader

The Adventures of Alastor Cat

Origins | The Radio Demon’s Origin Story

Outlaws | Alastor x OC - Bonnie and Clyde AU

Twist of Fate | Alastor x Reader x Lucifer

Eternally Yours | Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Forbidden | Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Best Friends Brother | Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Drunken Confessions | Vox x Reader

Nighttime Routine | Vox x Reader

Hauntingly Beautiful | Vox x OC x Alastor

Low Power Mode | Vox x Reader

Screen Time | Vox x Reader

Good Luck Babe | Lute x Reader

Offline | Velvette x Reader

Blind Date | Velvette x Reader

Unexpected Attraction | Esme Luciano x Reader (Hazbin OC x Reader)

Helluva Boss

Star Crossed Lovers | Stolas Goetia x Reader

Death Note

Mrs. Lawliet | L Lawliet x Reader

Unexplainable Feelings | L Lawliet x Reader

Persona 5

Café Au Lait | Akira Kurusu x Reader

Spy x Family

Reunited | Loid Forger x Reader

Haikyuu

Partners | Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Scream

A Twisted Romance | Billy Loomis x Reader

Five Nights at Freddy’s

An Enlightening Investigation | Mike Schmidt x Reader

Gravity Falls

Pining For The Pines | Ford Pines x Reader x Stan Pines

Helping Hand | Ford Pines x Reader

Out Of This World | Ford Pines x OC

Black Butler

Long Lost Sister | Sebastian Michaelis x OC

[littlepissbabee]

John dory and guy diamond would be sooo interesting together because like their first interactions would probably be something like guy diamond yelling things like "YOU LET MY BABY DRIVE YOUR VEHICLE" at JD and hes just like "um her name is rhonda" and guy diamonds like "YOU LET MY B A B Y DRIVE YOUR R H O N D A" and its very wild and guy diamonds questioning why he ever liked brozone and then TINY DIAMOND pops uh like "daddeh stop yelling at uncle JD, i had my learners permit!!" And guy diamonds turns to look at his son so gosh darn quick and he yells out "W H O??!!??!!??!!" And its a whole mess

[crystcllise]

i’m a few days late but my fic ‘i can see you’ is officially one year old! i started writing the fic at the end of july last year and just wanted to share the nostalgia bc i cannot believe it’s already been a year since i started writing a fic that would honestly change my life <3

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Little strip from Harry Potter and the Cursed Child 🤍

[tylerbennett717]

Been reading some Scorbus fanfiction lately and it's making me want to go see Cursed Child again with all the gayness🌈

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Scorbus

One Fell First, And One Fell Harder: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 Dear Soulmate Year 5 Cast Details I Love [Part 1] Proposal Headcanon Halloween Headcanons "As You're Told"

Albus Potter

- Headcannons Part 1 -Anger Headcanons [Part 1]

Scorpius Malfoy

Hyperion Headcannon Kindness "Little Star" "Carve" Autistic!Scorpius Headcanons Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Slytherin Traits

Sebastian Sallow

- “Evasive Maneuvers” Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 - “My Hero” - (request) "Repentance" - soft!Sebastian headcannons part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8 - Angsty Sebastian Headcannons part 1 -Sebastian Sallow Christmas Headcannons

Ominis Gaunt

- headcannons {pt. 1}, {pt. 2}, {pt.3}, {pt.4} - Ominis' Son

Hogwarts Legacy Headcannons

pov: morning classes at hogwarts

Red, White, and Royal Blue

"I Will Love You Until My Dying Day" (Moulin Rouge! AU) "The World Watched, and History Waited"

The King's Man

"For King and Country"

[honeybee2807]

Cursedtober Day 3: Sweets @valleyian

Note: This is kind of a sneak peek for the dark lord Albus au

The last time Albus ate sweets was the day he turned six.

The day was glorious. His mum and dad had threw a party, inviting his ginormous family and his godfather Neville. Raucous laughter could be heard in the house as the older cousins chased each other in the hall. Lily and Hugo, who were both merely 3, giggled as they colored goblins on Teddy's history of magic textbook with crayons, their clothes slowing turning increasingly colorful. Rose proudly showed off her magic to the adults, levitating a cup of James' orange juice(a squak of outrage could be heard in the corner). Teddy tried to remain stern at all the cousins' antics but couldn't hold back a smile.

When it was time to cut the cake(which was sugar free due to Ginny's ban), everyone sang Happy Birthday and Albus blew out his candles. He felt over the moon since he was older and to all little kids, 6 is the age you become a big kid.

But the moment which made Albus cherish the day for years to come was after the party ended and all the guests filed away. He was lounging on the sofa, sorting the various presents gifted to him, when Harry plopped down next to him holding a particularly large chocolate frog. Albus quizzically looked at his dad and Harry shushed him.

"Hermione gave this to me," Harry said in a hushed voice. "Today's a big day so maybe we can bend a few of your mum's rules."

He put a finger to his lips. "It'll be our secret okay Al?"

Albus who usually despised being called Al couldn't care less now as his eyes greedily took in the sight of the brown chocolatey goodness presented upon him. With a speed of an electromagnetic wave*, he snatched the frog from his dad's open hand and started to devour it.

If you asked Albus about that moment now, he would say that he still clearly remembered the overpowering sweetness similar to that of honey. He would reminisce about how the chocolate seemed to melt in his mouth and how he detected traces of caramel. And how just before he swallowed the chocolate, he could taste a slight amount of bitterness that somehow enhanced the chocolate.

If he had known that this was the last time he ever have a sweet, he would've savored it for a longer time so he could remember it in the future even though he already memorized the taste.

In another universe, when he was 11, he would've met a boy with an addiction of sweets. They would've bonded over sweets and become the best of friends. In another universe, Albus would feel the taste of chocolate every day as his friend would receive numerous of care packages by his parents. The two friends would've went through numerous adventures and fallen in love with each other. In another universe, after many years, Albus would have been on his knees, a hand holding up a velvet box, as he said the words, "I once stayed for your sweets. Now I want to stay for you. Could you be my forever?"

But this wasn't another universe.

Albus' potential lover was being homeschooled by his parents for his safety so Albus had to deal with the struggles of school by himself, being severely bullied and friendless. But that didn't bother him. His main goal for years wasn't to be popular. Oh no it wasn't.

It was to recreate the amazing taste that he experienced when he was six.

P. S. I know it ain't that good but it was the end of the day when I remembered about Cursedtober so I was in a rush.

*C'mon! I'm a science student so I couldn't resist writing this. And besides saying "with a speed of light" sounds weirdly clunky. Light is an electromagnetic wave so I decided to use that as part of the phrase

[xlucygraysongbirdx]

have a scorbus something... snippet? scene? not even sure, but have it anyway!

"What's up with you?" Scorpius asked from his bed, placing his quill down to give Albus his full attention.

Albus halted in his tracks, not realising that his out-of-character behaviour had been so noticeable. He slowly removed his robes as he shrugged. "Nothing, I'm fine."

"Really?" Scorpius said, only a hint of annoyance in his tone. But his eyes were soft and full of concern. "Because you've been practically avoiding me all day and acting out in classes, which is when I know something is going on in your mind. And you don't have to tell me, but please don't straight up lie to me and tell me you're fine when all the evidence points to you not being fine."

"I want to tell you," Albus started, losing his confidence almost as quickly as it came. He could barely look at Scorpius.

"But?"

Albus sighed. "But I don't want you to look at me differently." Scorpius raised his eyebrows, urging Albus to go on. "Because I like the way you look at me. You look at me with this softness and this innocence and if I tell you what's going on, it might change the way you see me and no longer look at me like that and if you want me to be honest with you, that might kill me."

"What if I promise not to see you any differently?" Scorpius had this look of concern on his face now as he shuffled around, feet on the floor, perched on the end of his bed.

"You can't promise me that."

"I can promise that you're my best friend and whatever it is that's troubling you also troubles me, so we can figure this out together, Albus."

The way Scorpius said his name made his knees go weak. It made him want to tell him all his secrets, like the way he was foolishly in love with him. And before Albus knew it, words were spilling from his mouth.

"I like someone," he started. If Scorpius was surprised, he didn't show it. He only watched him intensely. "And this person, they're great and kind and funny and so smart and way out of my league, and I shouldn't feel this way about them but no matter how hard I try, I just can't unfeel these things. It's like they put a spell on me and every day, I wake up and I can't stop thinking about them. About you. Because it's you, it's always you, and you're there with your soft eyes and careful smile and you have me in a chokehold."

Albus was pacing back and forth now, his legs needing to move as fast as his words were. Scorpius stayed silent, watching him gather his thoughts and blurt them out. "And I shouldn't feel this way because you're my best friend, I cherish that more than anything, but the tragic truth, Scorpius, is that I can't stop thinking about kissing you!"

The room was silent as the words Albus blurted hung between them. He stopped pacing, barely able to look at his best friend. His eyes were pinned on his socked feet, when two more feet appeared in his line of vision.

Mismatched socks. A direct opposition to Albus' black socks.

"Then just do it."

Albus' head shot up, green eyes meeting grey.

"What?"

"Just do it." Scorpius repeated, not an ounce of regret swimming in his eyes. "Get it out of your head."

Scorpius usually struggled with eye contact, but he held Albus' eye like his life depended on it. Albus' heart was beating so fast he was almost sure he would pass out soon enough. He couldn't be hearing Scorpius right, surely his brain was playing tricks on him.

But there was his best friend, standing in front of him, daring him to kiss him.

"Do it, Albus, before I do."

Without a second longer to think, Albus' hands were on Scorpius' cheeks and he was pulling him close until their lips connected. It was desperate and messy and Albus almost pulled away prematurely, but then Scorpius' hands were on his hips, pulling their bodies closer and their kiss deepened as he tilted his head slightly to the side. It felt like a lifetime, a lifetime of pure undiluted joy, of everything he had ever wanted.

They slowly pulled apart, but their bodies remained close together, eyes locked and breathing ragged. Albus' skin was on fire where Scorpius' fingers gripped at his waist. Albus realised then that this wasn't just a silly crush, but that he would burn the world down for this boy in his arms. He would fight wars and travel oceans to see him smile, he would climb mountains to see him happy, he would duel anyone who made him sad. Scorpius was the only thing that mattered to him.

"Now you can stop thinking about it," Scorpius said, his breathing still not caught up with him. "And the next time you do think about it, you can just do it."

His eyes widened.

"I mean, if you want to do it again, that is."

"Absolutely," Albus whispered, barely finding his words.

Scorpius grinned, his smile brighter than ever and Albus couldn't help but mirror it, his heart now lighter. Scorpius gripped his waist tighter, pulling him impossibly closer and just before their lips met again, Scorpius mumbled, "now it's my turn."

[ameriewadiasbangs]

going on a binge of fluffy, giddy first kiss fics while being unable to kiss my situationship is a new kinda torture

[drawinggoose]

Since SOMEHOW I've ended up in a Harry Potter haze again, I'd like to share my current top three of HP fanfiction. And of course, all three concern the villains (what a surprise!).

3rd place goes to "Surrogate". A story, where the Dark Lord agrees to father a child with Bellatrix, as a reward for a loyal service. Quite long and complex, with many flashbacks and POVs. Very well-written.

2nd place goes to "Mermaids Singing Each to Each"; it tells the story of a rookie Auror Victoire Weasley (yes, really), who gets a post guarding a dangerous dark witch - Delphini Rowle (Riddle). An improbable pairing, but it's written so well, and the main characters are so compelling you just don't care and ship it anyway.

Aaand the 1st place goes to... "Child, Witch, and Lord". Another fic that deals with Delphi's conception. While much shorter than "Surrogate" it's still wonderfully written; the characters are just as they are in canon, and the whole idea behind Delphi's conception has so much sense, that it could have easily been used in the canon books.

Anyway, all three are a great read, so if there are still some Potterheads around, especially villain lovers, then check them out!