#Deathly hallows neville

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The Great Hogwarts Storm

fem!reader x boyfriend!neville longbottom

{{a storm hits hogwarts and neville makes it his job to protect you...}}

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A grueling Thursday night fell upon the inhabitants of the old school: strings of charcoal clouds smothered the castle's turrets, shattering pangs of rain hammered the weathered tiles, sending a few slates down onto the courtyard with a crack, whips of blinding light drew across the angry skies aiding the few flames that flickered in it's windows, thunderous echoes being the only thing to muffle the wet droplets bouncing off the pooling puddles.

'One of the heaviest storms Hogwarts has seen'. A sentence reiterated along the halls - every professor warning batches of students to stay in their dorms, close all windows and have their wand on them at all times. Uncertainty, fear and the odd pang of excitement washed upon the witches and wizards as they scurried away to the safety of their dorms, ordered and guided by prefects.

"Gryffindors this way please!", a tall, auburn haired boy yelled, dressed in his red robes. A gaggle of tiny students wearing the same robes chased after him eagerly, shuffling their feet and bumping into one another as they went. Another group, slightly taller, wondered the same path, yet ten steps behind, traipsing rather casually and sparsely in comparison.

The chilling hallways were swarmed with robes of red, green, blue and yellow, darting every which way, squeezing narrowly through the doorways, as the lighting illuminated the large windows, exposing spooked expressions.

"Come on Ravenclaws! Follow me, follow me!", bellowed a tall, dark haired girl with a stern look about her.

"Quickly! QUICKLY!", spoke a honey haired slytherin with an annoyed huff, just after a rosy-looking girl beckoned the hufflepuffs down the stairs.

"N-neville", y/n trembled, her voice a whisper in the chaos. Her head twirled in a fashion not dissimilar to an owl, as she desperately searched for reassurance. Her fingertips drifted to her parted lips, her eyes doelike in worry, only enhancing when other students swayed her from side to side as they passed.

Her skin prickled in shock, an icy hand grasped her delicate wrist with a tickle of rough fabric, at the same time a familiar voice called, "Y/n, gah there you are". She swivelled around, her body physically responding to his presence, softening and relaxing. His gentle voice like a blanket of honey.

"Ah Neville!", she planted her arms around his body, letting his, drape around her frame. Whilst her face snuggled into his chest, she felt a feathery kiss drop onto the top of her head.

With a beckoning, Neville tenderly laced his fingers into hers and edged her away from the crowds until they reached the gryffindor portrait, widely open as the fat lady sat sleeping in her frame while students poured in.

Neville tightened his grip on her, yet still loving, as he pulled her to follow behind him as he weaved between gryffindors.

"Oi Neville, that you?", Dean questioned over the heads of the crowd in the common room.

Before she had time to realise, he hid her and her differently coloured robes behind his stature as he replied to his friend. Over the calls and chatter inside, and the stomping thunder and rain outside, she could only make out snippets of their conversation, but she gathered that the boys in Neville's dorm were going to camp out with some others in their dorm, a sleepover of sorts, since lessons were cancelled tomorrow and students advised to stick together.

"I- I've got... plans... tonight, sorry", Neville explained quickly before wrapping his robes around her, covering hers so people wouldn't see or question her presence in the wrong common room.

He guided her up the stairs quickly until the two of them were left alone in his dorm, the majority of beds stripped of their blankets and pillows, and only one flickering candle perched next to Neville's bed.

He turned to her, sighing, with a big grin and led her to his bed.

"No one should come in, they're all in the other dorm, just us", he admitted.

She nodded in response, jumping out of her skin whenever the thunder struck, silently wishing she was back in the populated common room, at least then the raging weather was dulled by overexcited students.

He came up beside her, placing an arm around her shoulder, as they sat next to each other in the candle light. She could tell Neville was hiding his own worries behind the adrenaline of keeping her safe and cosy, he wanted to put up a brave facade for her sake.

"Can't believe it, was only sunny the other day", he remarked, aiming to diffuse the tension.

"Hey, it'll be alright, we'll be fine here, no safer place than Hogwarts", he continued, seeing his small talk made no difference in the grip the harshness of the weather seemed to have on y/n.

She sat subtly shaking, "Y-you don't have to wait with me, really, you can go to the other dorm with your friends...", her voice trailled off.

He was quick to reply, "They're big boys they'll be alright, plus I'll be glad to get a night away from Ron's snoring, and Seamus mumbles in his sleep did you know?".

The pair smiled at eachother.

The truth was that Y/n was never fond of bad weather, the loud thunder startled her, and the lighting was unsettling. Neville knew this, so when he heard the news of the storm his first thought was y/n. He ran through the halls, the opposite of the crowd, searching for her. It wasn't that she didn't get along with the others in her house, she did, for the most part, but no one seemed to make her feel as Neville did.

After a few moments of couting the time between thunder calls, and deciding that the storm wasn't getting any further away, Neville got up from the bed and kneeled down by his shabby trunk.

"I think I've got some warm clothes in here", he dug around for a moment before pulling out a pair of pale blue and white linen pyjamas, two pairs of wool socks, two knitted jumpers, and finally, another pair of red pyjamas with small green leaves embroidered on them. "Mm 'ere", he threw the red pyjamas, a pair of socks, and a jumper over to y/n perched on the bed, "try this on".

He sat there busying himself with closing his trunk and standing back up before his gaze met hers. His face instantly reddened. "Oh, yeah, um, I- uh I'll turn around, yeah". Neville turned his back on y/n, allowing her to get changed out of her black robes into something cosier.

"Okay, ready", she whispered meekly, watching his expression as he turned back around to face her, regarding her cosy feet, baggy jumper and cheerful trousers. She smiled. "How do I look?"

"Brilliant, you should wear my clothes more often", he mumbled, before changing his own clothes and calling her back over to his bed where he pulled the duvet back and wrapped her in a blanket. Neville drew the rich red curtains closed that bordered his bed, pulling the blanket up over her ears to mute the noise of the storm, as she cuddled against his warm chest, her face in his jumper.

"My gran always says rain before seven will clear by eleven... It will pass, muffin, and I'll be right here next to you until it does", he gave a dopey, boyish smile, as her eyes fluttered shut, her eyelashes tickling his neck gently.

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silver and gold!

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Hermione: And that's the plan! Hermione: Now let's see who was paying attention. *Kahoot music starts*

[pottersource]

Harry Potter, the boy who lived... come to die.

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Hey! 👋👋

Love the previous meta on Neville and Harry's friendship... Please share some light on the following text:

I think this idea is there, just not as explored as I would've liked it. It is just interesting that the Sword of Gryffindor chose Neville as the true Gryffindor but rejected Harry who is the Chosen One because he was chosen by the Heir of Slytherin. Idk, I feel like there is something there.

Anonymous asked:

In your last post about Neville and Harry's friendship, you mentioned something about the sword of gryffindor rejecting Harry, why? Also, would Harry fail to retrieve the sword in future if needed?

Hello to you too! 👋

Both anons are referring to this post.

Okay, so, like, I was just reading through the final chapters of DH when I was writing that meta, and it was something that I kinda thought about.

I mean, Harry says:

What was it, Harry asked himself (walking again), that Dumbledore had told him the last time he had retrieved the sword? Only a true Gryffindor could have pulled that out of the hat. And what were the qualities that defined a Gryffindor? A small voice inside Harry’s head answered him: Their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart.

(DH)

The sword of Gryffindor could be pulled out only by a true Gryffindor. It's why Dumbledore's portrait tells Snape to hide the sword in a way that would force Harry to do something brave to retrieve it. The sword can only be retrieved by a true Gryffindor in need while committing an act of bravery. In book 7, we actually see Harry failing at the things that represented him most throughout the series.

He fails at being a true Gryffindor because he fails to retrieve the sword from the lake, Ron does. Symbolically, this marks Harry as not a true Gryffindor since he did the brave act, and it was not enough.

Harry also fails at casting a Patronus for the first time since the ending of book 3:

“But you can make a brilliant Patronus!” protested Ron, when Harry arrived back at the tent empty-handed, out of breath, and mouthing the single word, dementors. “I couldn’t . . . make one,” he panted, clutching the stitch in his side. “Wouldn’t come.” Their expressions of consternation and disappointment made Harry feel ashamed. It had been a nightmarish experience, seeing the dementors gliding out of the mist in the distance and realizing, as the paralyzing cold choked his lungs and a distant screaming filled his ears, that he was not going to be able to protect himself.

(DH, 248)

“come on, Harry!” said Hermione’s voice from a very long way away. “Patronuses, Harry, come on!” he raised his wand, but a dull hopelessness was spreading throughout him: How many more lay dead that he did not yet know about? He felt as though his soul had already half left his body. . . . “HARRY, COME ON!” screamed Hermione. A hundred dementors were advancing, gliding toward them, sucking their way closer to Harry’s despair, which was like a promise of a feast. . . .

(DH, 547)

Yes, he does cast one in Hogsmeade during this book, but I find it interesting he fails in this book at the spell twice. It feels important considering it's one of the spells that define Harry the most.

Harry is more depressed than ever and less of a Gryffindor than ever before in this book, even when he isn't wearing the locket. Book 5 is Harry at his most volatile (my favorite version of him) book 7 is Harry at his most shutdown and depressed. And him failing at the Patronus, one of his most iconic charms, is another sign of this depression and of Harry feeling less like himself. Less like the brave Gryffindor he was the whole series. He isn't any less brave, he's still so incredibly brave and strong — but he feels less brave himself, like his thoughts about himself.

Dumbledore died leaving him with a mission that feels too big on him that he doesn't even know what to do with. He has a very clear goal and no idea how to get there. Book 7 Harry is depressed, and desperate and feels defeated in a way he doesn't in the other books. There are multiple occasions in this book where Harry low-key wishes he was dead. That he wishes he didn't have to be brave.

His act of bravery when retrieving the sword wasn't one of noble courage but one of resignation, of wanting to get it over with. This is the type of bravery Harry has in this book. Yes, he wants to save people, but he also just doesn't care about himself all that much anymore and wants it to be over. To end. And the sword felt it.

So, yeah, I think him failing to retrieve the sword from the lake is a symbolic representation of that. Of the fact Harry changed over the course of the series and isn't the same true Gryffindor he was at 12. Trauma, loss, and pain changed him.

In the meantime, during book 7, Neville has the opposite arc. While Harry lost bits of himself and what made up his identity before (Gryffindor and his Patronus), Neville finds more of himself. When Harry isn't there he, Ginny, and Luna lead the D.A. and the opposition at Hogwarts. And when Luna and Ginny leave, Neville remains behind even when it's dangerous and keeps fighting.

He is so incredibly brave and strong and you see how he leads the students hidden in the room of requirement. How much they grew to respect Neville over the course of that year. How he protected others at his own expense and didn't give up. When Harry couldn't retrieve the sword, Neville could.

That's what I mean by Harry and Neville having subtle opposite arcs.

Neville builds himself up while book 7 Harry keeps getting torn down before finally he walks to his death.

I think, post-book 7, Harry would go back to being able to cast a Patronus reliably, but I feel like he might never be able to pull the sword of Gryffindor again. Kinda like a symbolic representation of something that died in him (not the Horcrux, I'm talking about trauma). It's why even though I want both Neville and Harry as professors post-book 7, I want Harry as Deputy Headmaster and Neville as Head of Gryffindor because he's the true Gryffindor that led the school when a Gryffindor was needed there most. Harry was a more distant figurehead, more a symbol than a person. Neville was the general on the ground while Harry was more of a king everyone rallied around. I don't know how to put it right, but I have feelings.

Like, this isn't an overt in-your-face sort of thing, but I felt like there's something there symbolically. Harry is still a Gryffindor, of course, he is, and always will be, but he says it best:

“And quite honestly,” he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, “I’ve had enough trouble for a lifetime.”

(DH)

He isn't a Gryffindor searching for action and adventure, he never really was, he always wished to be normal but took on the responsibility and sought out danger to save others because no one else would. But after everything, he feels even less like the adventure-seeking Gryffindor he is in the public's eyes.

These are just some thoughts I had while reading DH's ending 🤷🏻‍���️.

[underrtheskinn]

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, part 2 (2011)

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Why does no one talk about the one scene in Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban when Hermonie lifts up Harry with one hand while being whipped around by the Whomping Willow and fucking throws him under the roots.

She did not need magic. She needed to be throwing hands with everyone! Picking Draco up by the torso and body-slamming him into the ground like a WWE wrestler. Snapping people's spines over her knees. The battle of Hogwarts wouldn't have happened if Hermonie could throw hands.

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Harry Potter Post Wizarding War Headcanons

Heads up - there’s angst ❤️

Draco has scars all over the part of his arm where he has the death eater mark from scrubbing and scratching at it all the time

Hermione only wears long sleeves and jackets to cover up the mud blood tattoo from bellatrix

George has never been the same - yeah, he’ll smile and pretend he’s happy, but he’s not. He’s dead inside.

Harry has PTSD. He has to have full security at their house (he triple checks the doors and windows are locked so no one can get it, he always makes sure his kids are alive and okay, he sleeps facing Ginny so he knows she’s still there, etc)

Luna is generally liked more than she was before the battle of hogwarts. People respect and appreciate her more

Cho has a son called Cedric. Yeah, she’s married and happy but she’s never moved on from him

Neville gets along really well with Molly Weasley (he respects her and appreciates what she did to Bellatrix)

On the topic of Neville, his parents have been able to smile and feel free for the first time in 17 years after Bellatrixs death

Narcissa will never forgive Lucius for forcing draco into being a death eater - he’s her only child and she would do anything even if it meant destroying the world for him

Draco doesn’t allow scorpius to see or even mention Lucius since he’s scared Lucius will try and drag him down the path he dragged draco into

Hermione can’t handle screaming (she gets visions and flashbacks of her screams when Bellatrix tortured her)

Ron has dreams where it wasn’t just Fred, Remus, dumbledore and Snape who died, everyone he knew and loved was dead

Hagrid still feels the weight of Harry’s ‘corpse’ when he carries heavy things

Harry keeps the sock he gave Dobby under his pillow to remember him

George gets called Fred by people a lot… let’s just say he never fails to cry each time

Harry has wands everywhere, like in the most random places

Draco didn’t used to have a patronus

His boggart is his father

Molly can’t even look at George some days

Narcissa calls and sends letters to draco daily to make sure he’s alright and Lucius hasn’t come back in his life

Dracos patronus is Scorpius

Hermione never looks at her parents the same

She feels guilty for erasing their memory of her

Ginny is fiercely protective of her brothers and parents (just like Molly), every Sunday they all meet up at the burrow

At all of the Weasleys weddings, they leave an empty chair at the dining table and the aisle for fred and even have a plate and glass out for him along with a picture of him on the table

They do this at home aswell

George doesn’t allow Molly or Arthur to change anything about his and Fred’s room even after he moved out. It’s the only thing he has left of fred

Draco and Harry are friends (quite close actually)

George keeps Freds wand with him at all times

Lily II and James II are the SPITTING IMAGE of Lily and James (it’s genuinely uncanny)

Fred II also looks like Fred aswell

Hermione visits Lavenders grave a lot and apologises for hating her for the thing with Ron

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Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville and Seamus deleted scene

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Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Part 2: Stills (2011)

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Please, please, please do not remake Harry Potter

I am not saying this as a die hard fan

I am not saying this because there is absolutely no way they could replicate the level of detail or quality of the casting of the films

I am not saying this because it will likely be an over cgi-ed mess

I am saying this because J K Rowling has proven time and time again that she is a person who is not deserving of a public platform.

Given the chance to do absolutely anything with her wealth and fame she has used it to spew vitriol and hatred as well as blatantly spread misinformation.

Not to mention the entire reboot project is the direct result of most of the original films cast disavowing her views.

Over the years a woman who was once a champion of the underprivileged and abused has become radicalised in front of our eyes and this new show will shed even more light on her and introduce her to a new younger audience vulnerable to her viewpoint.

There are many reasons not to remake the films but we need to acknowledge this for what it is: Rowling’s attempt to recapture the limelight through targeting a younger less informed fan base.

Please, please DO NOT watch this show.

[hpseeker99]

*yelling coming from the living room.* Ron: Ginny! Come here Ginny! See what I mean! Ginny: No, I don’t see what you mean! Hermione: *stopping in the doorway where Harry and Luna are leaning against the doorframe eating popcorn.* What’s going on? Luna: They’re fighting over whose name would make a better dogs name. Hermione: They’re what? Ginny: Ron is a much better name for a dog! Ron: Sit, Ginny. Ginny: I’m right. Ron: Ginny, drop it! Ginny: I’m going to hit you. Ron: Staaaay! Ginny, stay! See it’s a great name for a dog. Ginny: *chucking something across the room at Ron* Harry: *from the doorway* Fetch Ron! Fetch! Ginny: Ah ha! Harry: Ginny's right. Ron does work better. Ginny: Boom! Harry has spoken. Ron: What about Harry for a dog's name? Harry: No. Ginny: Harry's a cat’s name. Hermione: Cat. Luna: So a cat. Harry: Suck it Weasley. Neville: *entering the room* What’s going on? Luna: What about Neville?! Neville: What? Everyone: Come here, Neville! Good boy, Neville. Who’s a good dog! Good job, Neville. Neville: I’m scared.

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Thinking about! Albus Dumbledore who meets a child with glaring psychopathic tendencies and puts him into a school of wizardry and witchcraft. Essentially, taking the safety off a gun and loading it.

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I’M PROUD OF YOU ; HERMIONE GRANGER

⇢ you reunite with your sister, hermione granger, after being apart while she searched for the horcruxes and you stayed at hogwarts

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genre: platonic, a bit of angst, a bit of fluff

word count: 940

warnings: mentions of torture, cuts, bruises and scars

request: “Hi, can I request a platonic hermione Imagine that R is her younger sibling who stayed at Hogwarts the whole Hermione went looking for the Horcruxes and Hermione sees how much R has grown and is proud of them and just a fluffy reunite of them.”

yes! i had trouble keeping it fluffy because staying at hogwarts wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, and i wanted to make sure that was clear. but i did my best, and you can let me know if you want a rewrite, because i’m happy to make some changes if you want that

It had been ages since I’d last seen Hermione, I’d honestly lost track of time. It could’ve been months or weeks and I wouldn’t have known the difference.

Hogwarts was not the home that it used to be. It was dark and cold and I desperately wanted to leave and find my sister, but I knew it was hopeless. She could’ve been anywhere in the world—surely the Horcruxes she was betting her life on wouldn’t be in plain sight. They were scattered across the globe, and it left Hermione no choice but to leave with nothing but the small bag she packed, and her two closest friends.

Leaving Hermione wasn’t exactly my choice, or hers. It was so sudden, and I didn’t even get to say goodbye. When she left, I had been at a friend’s house, a muggle friend’s house, knowing I wouldn’t see them for nearly a year whilst at Hogwarts. I don’t think my sister even realized that she would be forced into leaving so soon, because when I came home, I found the house lacking her presence, and memory.

My parents had no idea who she was, and I knew immediately that they had been Obliviated. Through the haze of my own mind, I remembered how much I cried that night.

Now, as I sat in a once open room, with other students surrounding me—in sleeping bags, on hammocks, on nothing but the cold floor—I realized how lonely I felt. It wasn’t an uncommon feeling anymore.

It was hard to feel happy when Hogwarts was so ruined, and void of life.

The sounds of clicks and creaks hit my ears, and I frowned as I turned my head, searching for the source. My eyes quickly landed on Neville, who had finally returned through the painting high up on the wall.

It was the only way out of Hogwarts now, but I’d never gone through myself.

“Hey,” Neville called out to the group below. There was a gleam in his eyes, which had been bruised from refusing to use the Cruciatus curse on first years. The punishments in Hogwarts had also gotten worse this year. “Listen up, you lot. I brought you a surprise.”

“No more of Aberforth's cook's gonna help.” Seamus scoffed, “be a surprise if we can digest it.”

Neville smirked, before stepping to the side. There, I could see Harry in the darkness of the tunnel. My heart skipped a beat. I was glad to see Harry, I really, truly was. But if Harry was here…

The sounds of the other students getting to their feet and cheering was muffled to me. I slowly stood, trying to see past The Boy Who Lived.

Eyes just like my own met mine, and I instantly felt the relief of knowing she was safe, and here with me.

I waited impatiently as Harry stepped down the ladder, before Hermione did the same. The second her feet hit the floor, I was running to her.

“Mione!” I cried, wrapping my arms around her. We were two years apart, her being the oldest out of us both, but I had always been so similar to her that it never felt like she had gone around the sun twice more than I had.

Hermione hugged me tightly, muttering things to both herself and me. Soft things, like how she was here and how everything was better. She never told me that I was safe—because no one was—which I was glad about. Hermione would never lie to me.

We were always honest with each other.

“It’s been so long.” I didn’t feel embarrassed about the tears I shed, or how I wept loudly through all the cheers and excitement. I was so lucky that she was alive, and I suppose, she was lucky that I was too.

“I know.” She said softly. Neither of us brought up our troubles. I didn’t mention the torture I had been put through, and she didn’t mention the horrors of searching for the Horcruxes. “It’ll be okay.”

She pulled away from the hug and held me at arms length. She put her hands on my face and smiled with tears in her eyes. “I am so proud of you.” She said.

I nearly collapsed into a puddle of tears right then and there. I smiled, my eyes watering and my chin quivering. I was afraid that if I said anything else I would sob, but I wanted to tell her so many things.

I was proud of her, too. She’d been so brave, going out there to help not only herself, but everyone else, as well. She was selfless and brilliant and everything I wished I was. To me, she was perfect.

Hermione smiled like she understood, because she always did. She knew me best.

She hugged me once more. “You’ve grown so much.” She muttered, like she was coming to that realization. She’d missed a lot, even if it hadn’t even been a year. I had grown a lot mentally, and she had too.

“So have you.” I said softly, my voice wavering the littlest bit.

She pulled away to examine me more closely. She scanned her eyes over my face and frowned whenever she noticed a small cut or a bruise or a flaw in my once perfect skin. She rubbed her thumb over a new scar above my eyebrow, and sighed.

“I won’t leave again.” She said softly. “You have me now.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, tears falling down my face as I pulled her into one last hug.

I am so proud of you. You’re so, so brave.

[kaivenom]

The Harry Potter World having a Spanish Wizarding School HCS Part 1

I know many people don't like Harry Potter anymore because of the author and i get it, i don't like J.K. Rowling either. That's when i realized that didn't exist a wizarding school in Spain, and Beauxbatouns don't exactly represent an especific culture (it looks more like a fancy rich kids boarding school). So, since i don't give credit or money to J.K. Rowling in any form, i decided to created a prototype of how wizards in Spain could be.

I give permision to use this info for OC's or inspo but please, give it the credit it deserves and not attribute the idea to yourselves and if you see someone using it, please tell me.

Masterlist | Part 2

I present you.....

"SierraEncantada"

The image is a reference

Location:

Grazalema's Natural Park on Aldalucía, Spain

History:

It isn't known how much older the school it is because it wasn't always on the south of Spain. Until the 1200 was on the north, nut then the Inquisition arrived and made a big fire and hunt to all the students (which is now called "The night of the Queima"). Thanks to the help of the King Alfonso X "the Wise", they could evacuate almost all of the students but the school and the evidence of magic were discovered.

With the school out of the map, the Inquisition tought they exterminated almost all the magic of Spain, which helped the King Alfonso to give funds clandestinely to make a new school on Andalucia, on the south (in that time this region of Spain was a part of the Castilla's reign, which was Alfonso's Kingdom).

Even with most of the previous knowledge was lost, they could remade the school house's and everyone tried to contribute to made new books about every subject. Alfonso's commitment was so big that he was burried in the new school and became a ghost after his dead.

The only thing known from the previous admisions of the school were that they permmited wizards and muggles to enter but after the replacement they don't let normal people enter.

Until these days, a lot of inofrmation is missing so it can be one of the most old school's of Europe.

School appearance:

Obviusly it is a medieval castle, which is placed between to mountains. It's surrounded bu forrests, waterfalls and mistic caves between many other natural settings. It has a lot of towers with silver colours, terracotta's walls, a lot of orange trees and enchanted fountains can be found all over the place.

Sometimes if you watch it from a long distance, the school looks like a yellow and silver waterfall between the mountains.

Thanks to the caves and the laws of natural life protecction given by the Spain Ministry of Magic, the school has many unique plants and creatures coexisting with the students.

Due to Andalucia's hot weather or just not very cold one, many of the school's classes can be done outside. Thats why the school has many open-air classrooms and terraces between floors. Exterior terraces are niveled and have gardens, resting areas and go all the way down thru the sides of the mountains. A lot of these places have exterior stairs to so you don't have to get inside to go up or down between floors (they all have railings and roofs to cover from wind gusts).

Because it is placed in between to mountains, the top part of the castle is habilitated to be the comedor for the students. In winter is covered and has big stoves, but in summer let's people see the night sky while dinning.

The Quidditch field is in a cave underground to preserve the temperature and avoid problems with being seen.

In matter of interior design, they have really open spaces and warm colours (thanks to musulman influence). Most of the decorations are made with wood, marble, colored glass, mosaics and tapestries. It has a lot of hidden passages to get out of the school, it was planned to be evacuating routes but after so many time, is now used by the students to get out.

Education on the school:

The school has classes during the morning in winter but in the summer they have classes in the afternoon and even nocturnal classes.

They have eight shool years, like Hogwarts but unlike the british school, they teach Animagus transformatión and dark arts (not just the defense against them). They get TIMO's at the age of 15.

Like many schools in Spain, they make excursions to emblematic places like the Ministry of Magic or Trasmoz (a Spanish village known for being habitated by witches placed in Zaragoza).

Thanks to the closeness of places in Spain, many students have the posibility to visit their homes on weekends but they have a special permit to do it.

Practically all magical children in Spain go to the school, the only exception are the ones whose parents don't want them to go but the Ministry is thinking about making the education obligatory.

The students get to the school thru the crouse that picks them up in different stations along the river or busses that peak them up in Grazalema under the address of a school trip.

The schools provides all the supplies to the students, which means making a trip to Trasmoz a week before the school starts. Some students already have materials, thanks to their parents being previous students but the muggle borns appreciate having the opportunity to be in equal posibilities with all the students.

Electronic or digital devices or any muggle technology is forbidden if it isn't registered when entering the school. The teachers have to permite it. Most of the times it's not permited but old phones without media signal or even analogic speakers are permited to "student's experimentation".

Spanish Wizards

Due to Spain's more increasing of dishabitation of the interior regions of the peninsule, many wizard villages are placed all over the territory freely but still there are a lot of wizards that like the chaotic style of muggles. That's why they know many things about muggle culture and devices, cause even if you live in the wizard's dictrict of Mdrid or Barcelona, you are connected to the muggle's ways.

Wands in Spain are made from typical trees such as eucalyptus, pine, castiñeiro, etc.

In the domestic elf's matter, it is a little less bad than in Uk. This is due to the connections with muggles, which makes elf's ownership a thing from the past (wizard families tends to have one muggle member, it's very mixed). The only ones who still have domestic elfs are families from the interior and old families. This makes the elfs an "extension" of the family or another member of it. Many families have been with the same line of elfs so many generations that are "part of the family" themselves. They still have the condition of servitude but it's rare to see wizard families using them in actual days.

All things related to houses will be in another post cause i don't want this to get too long.

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I will never forgive the Harry Potter movies for cutting out Neville's character's importance and all his suffering. Especially in that one scene where Mad-Eye Moody is torturing the Amblypygid, and without context, you think it's just Neville being weak. But he's hearing the screaming tortures of his parents rattling around his head while that poor bug begs for mercy. Do you think he hears it begging for its life? Do you think he's listening to it and wanting to claw at his ears because it sounds just like his parents? Do you feel at that moment he's wondering why he wasn't the chosen one so that his parent's torture could have at least been justified?