#HP franchise

[missamerican-pie]

[soryualeksi]

"Wizards don't HAVE disabled children!"

Oh yeah, my bad, now that I - against my will - remembered the lore right, they "accidentally" drop them from windows instead when they fail to perform abled-ness bhly a set average age.

[anyaharveyii]

I absolutely believe in the headcanon that Sirius' animagus form was a puppy up until he got sent to Azkaban, and then his animagus changed into the Grim.

[hadesrise]

𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄.

summary ➳ you unexpectedly defend barty from your friends.

pairings ➳ bartemius “barty” crouch jr. x hufflepuff!male reader

warnings ➳ sfw content, foul language, sunshine and sunshine protector trope, discrimination, asshole friends, friends to lovers, badassery lol, people are a lot prejudiced in this

author’s note ➳ i headcanon him as ravenclaw, sorry. also i think hufflepuffs are scary as fuck when they’re mad. I DO NOT HATE LILY OR JAMES AND SIRIUS. please don't misunderstand that 🥲

Unpleasant whispers filled the Great Hall particularly from Gryffindor’s table as everyone watched the little-to-no-good trio take a seat on the Hufflepuff’s table and settle themselves there uncaring of the whispers, Barty sitting down right beside you while Evan and Regulus sat on the opposite side. Despite noticing the unpleasant looks being thrown at your company, you smiled at Barty after seeing how comfortable and relaxed he seemed.

“Hey, B.” You softly greeted, eyes twinkling in admiration and cheerfulness. “Nice to see you guys too, Evan and Regulus.” Greeting politely, Evan and Regulus each sent you a small smile before falling into a calm conversation with one another, which made you wonder why they’re here in the first place, but you figured it’s because Barty’s here.

“Well, (Y/n). How’s your potions class?” Barty questioned, starting off with casual conversation while beginning to eat.

The Marauders watched as you respond to Barty with a kind smile on your face and not an ounce of hatred nor distaste for being surrounded by the three most infamous persons in Hogwarts, aside from Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, and Bellatrix Black. The softness of your expression didn’t even change. No one understands how a golden boy like you could hang out with people like... them, considering you’re the most kindest, softest, brightest person Hogwarts has ever had. You’re easily approachable and has the heart of gold that is almost impossible to be tainted, treating everyone equally while plastering on that pleasant smile of yours.

You’re practically a walking safe space for everyone. Reliable, trustworthy, loyal, patient, generous, kind, humorous, ambitious, all of them combined is what you are — a perfect person.

Or at least, that’s how others perceive you. Though, it’s not their fault for seeing you like that, you figured.

The way you’ve presented yourself in public is probably why they think of you as this perfect and divine person that is always good and never evil. You’re kind of flattered by them, but it also makes you feel as if expectations are squeezing down your throat hard.

“How the fuck does he tolerate him?” Sirius Black exclaimed in genuine confusion, referring to you engaging in conversations with a guy who clearly meant bad news.

“Language,” Remus Lupin, without looking up from his book, scolded gently. “I’m sure it’s because (Y/n) has more patience than you. He also doesn’t seem to care what other people say about him.”

“But it’s not good for him to be hanging out with him, don’t you think?” Lily Evans worriedly spoke from beside Remus as Marlene Mckinnon, who sat by her side, nodded in agreement. They knew how nice you are, so seeing you carelessly talk to Barty without hesitation makes them worried, especially when Barty’s practically apart of the Slytherins that are far from pleasant from how much time he spends with them instead of his own house. They knew him, and he definitely cannot be called a good person.

“Uhm... We don’t know for sure.” Peter shrugs, “I mean, it’s really not for us to decide who he should hang out with.”

“Peter’s right,” Remus immediately agreed, “There’s not much we can do if he’s hanging out with them. It’s not our business, and even though (Y/n)’s kind, I don’t think he would appreciate anyone butting their heads into his business. After all, he has his own thoughts.”

Even then, Lily was worried while Sirius did not understand. They returned their attention to you and Barty after hearing your laughter erupt in the Great Hall amongst murmurs and talkings of other students, seeing you playfully punching Barty’s arm and him having an overly amused and proud look on his face for making you laugh. You seem to be fairly enjoying yourself in Remus’ and Peter’s perspective, but of course, those who have a childish disdain towards Slytherin and their associates would rather be blind to it than face the reality.

You’re clearly happy with having Barty as a friend and certainly doesn’t mind who he hangs out with; endlessly friendly and nice to his two best friends, even greeting them with a warm smile. As a matter of fact, it made you seem more matured than anyone else, how you never discriminate, judge, accuse and hate anyone based on their house, rumors, or impressions. You see everyone for who they are, not what people think of them as.

Resting his elbow on the table and chin on his palm, Barty simply admire you as you talk about your day while putting some meals on his plate, making sure none of the meals contained his least favorite food. “Defense against the Dark Arts is such an entertaining lesson, B. It certainly levels up my defensive spells. I’ve been practicing them where no one will get harmed and proudly, I’ve improved a lot.” You told with utter excitement as you finished putting meals on his plate, moving to put some on your plate next. “I could show you later if you want? And perhaps, you can give me feedbacks on what I should work on.”

Barty was almost too busy admiring you, though he was quick to respond. “That’s a brilliant idea, (Y/n). Maybe we could even duel once you’ve mastered it."

You winced, “Can you not go hard on me? I’m still not confident with my duelling, you know.”

“Oh well, confidence is the key!” Barty says with excitement, genuinely wanting to duel with you. “You should try being full of yourself and think, “I can fucking do this” ‘cause it works. That’s how I got pass that bloody awful Divination class.” He rolled his eyes and shook his head, as if it was the worst ever experience of his life.

A giggle erupted from your throat, which made Barty’s lips twitch up to form a smile. It may be unexpected to others, but to you, Barty always smiled and you witnessed every single one of those moments.

“Professor McGonagall will hex you if she hears that,” You joked while still laughing, leaning on him.

He wraps an arm around your shoulder to keep you on his side, grinning. “That’s just an if, you know.” Wiggling his brows, you giggled at his silliness and also wrapped an arm around his waist naturally, gaining a few raised brows and looks from other houses.

Evan and Regulus merely smiled at your interaction before scowling and exchanging eye contact, people’s reactions catching their attention despite being mild. It’s absolutely unpleasant, how they look at you and Barty as if you’re doing something criminal. They look at you with such disapproval that couldn’t help but cause Evan and Regulus to furrow their brows and narrow their eyes — it’s almost unbelievable how everyone loves you when you’re with your own house, Gryffindor, or Ravenclaw, but when you hang out with Slytherin or anyone close to them, you’re suddenly unlikable. As if you were the Public’s property, like you’re supposed to do what they tell you to do. It feels almost as if they want to control who you hang out with.

It’s more than unpleasant, the two Slytherin thought. It’s awful, how everyone seemingly wants you to act the way they expect you to.

Do you even realize the way those people who you consider friends look at you whenever you hang out with Barty? Have you ever looked around to see their eyes screaming disappointment? What would you think once you notice?

Barty seemed to be putting all his trust in you, nearly taking his heart out for you to carry it around; they don’t want their best friend to lose someone who’s literally the safe place and comfort zone. They were worried about Barty, but also worried for you.

Unfortunatelly, worrying made them miss the way you piercingly stared at someone who looked at Barty with disgust when he wasn’t looking, before plastering on an angelic smile to your best friend as soon as the bastard flinched and looked away.

I hope no one attempts to cut my patience off today, you thought with a smile while listening to him talk enthusiastically about the fun time he messed with Lucius’ potion so bad that it exploded on Snape, not knowing you’ll be in for a surprise later on.

“What are you up to later?” Evan questioned as the three of them strolled through the hallway and ignored the obnoxious pranksters with red and gold tie, trying to find a place where peace actually exists and no judgmental look from anyone.

“Studying with (Y/n).” Barty grins, holding up a pile of books. There seems to be little unnoticeable bounces in his steps as excitement bubbles within him.

Regulus gives him a weird look, “Are you pretending to be stupid so you could study with him?”

“What’s the matter with it? It’s not like he’ll know.”

“You are literally a Ravenclaw.”

“Don’t stereotype me, Reg. It’s getting old, you’re old.”

“You’re making it seem as if he’s that stupid enough not to know you’re just pretending.”

An offended gasp was heard.

“No, I am not!”

Evan chuckled at their playful banter.

Despite Regulus seemingly making fun of Barty’s tactics to spend more time with you, Evan knew he was internally happy for their best friend. The heavy expectations from his father has been taking a toll on Barty a lot, which caused some inner doubts to appear that almost always led to mental breakdowns that lasted longer than an hour. He never had been comfortable with anyone besides them and Pandora, and they were truly happy when you accepted Barty warmly without caring about the rumors or how people viewed him. It feels quite relieving to see Barty radiate happiness now.

However, the three of them comes to a halt in the hallway when a voice filled with dislike erupts from the courtyard, asking a particular question to a person no other than you.

“How can you even hang out with people like them?”

Barty, Evan, and Regulus glanced at one another before walking silently closer and peeking at the courtyard, seeing you sat on the cemented bench while playing Wizard’s Chess with Marlene, surrounded by your friends who were mostly Gryffindors. There’s only one Ravenclaw, the same house as Barty, yet he’s the one who questioned it.

You got distracted to his question as you tilt your head, “What are you talking about?”

The trio quickly ducks when the Marauders come running out of other hallways to the courtyard with loud laughters, definitely disturbing other students, and join you by the bench. Quickly noticing the strange silence, Remus tilted his head. “Why is everyone so quiet?”

“Because Leo asked how (Y/n) can even hang out with people like them.” Marlene explains shortly with emphasis, which let everyone know exactly who they were talking about.

The werewolf sighs, covering his face and shaking his head. “We’re talking about this again?”

Barty wondered how much had he and his friends been the subject of your conversation, guts twisting negatively.

“I still don’t know who you’re referring to,” You chimed in with visible confusion, now forgetting about the chess. Silence fills all of them, the Marauders and Lily glancing at each other as Marlene also can’t help but forget the chess, while your other Gryffindor friends look at you as if it’s strange that you don’t know what they’re talking about.

The Ravenclaw — Leo gives you a look, “Are you dense? I’m talking about Barty Crouch Jr. and his little goons.” He rolled his eyes.

You frowned, “They have a name, you know. Regulus Black and Evan Rosier.”

Barty recognized the discomfort and disapproval in your tone, how you seemingly understood quickly that Leo intends to talk ill about them. He didn’t miss the way your shoulders tensed and body language displaying a defensive gesture, which rarely ever happens. You’re always accepting and welcoming of other people with that big smile plastered on your face; when your body language changes, that just means someone had overstepped your boundaries. No one else seem to realize it.

One of the Gryffindors, Beth, rolls her eyes and gives you a disgusted look. “I don’t know how you can be nice to those Death Eater freaks. Slytherins are literally evil, look at their ancestors!”

“Yeah, they also pick on almost everyone.” Karen agreed, crossing her arms. “I mean, can’t you see how much bad influence they are? Barty’s supposed to be hanging out with members from his own house yet here he is, and look how he turned out.”

“I bet his father’s really disappointed and disgusted." Leo snickered, earning laughter from the two Gryffindor girls.

Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas pulsed their lips into a thin line as Remus and Peter frowned, clearly uncomfortable with the insults and comments that crosses the line, while James and Sirius fell silent since even though they had personal dislike for Slytherin, they wouldn’t go as far as your friends were going. Regulus is also Sirius’ brother, and he doesn’t like hearing anyone talk about his little brother like that.

When Sirius opened his mouth to defend his brother, the words end up being stuck in his throat after witnessing how your warm look morphed into an emotionless and expressionless face that made his blood run cold.

“You guys are fucking pathetic,” You snarled with a low and cold yet loud tone that had made the entire courtyard fall into utter silence as everyone — including others who were just around — look at you with wide shocked eyes. Your friends visibly flinched at the piercing harsh glare you were shooting them, calm storms of rage swarming in your eyes that usually displayed warmness and light. They could easily see the way your jaw was clenching, which was definitely a sign that they dug their own graves for strong lightning to strike them until they’re nothing but bones and flesh.

Barty also stops in track, finding himself surprisingly intimidated and a bit afraid. Regulus completely went still as Evan slapped a hand over his mouth in shock. It’s already surprising that a Hufflepuff cursed at someone, but to see you, someone who’s always smiling and accepting and kind and unbelievably patient, someone who’s the Golden Boy and practically a gift from divine beings who seemed as if you don’t even know how to get mad, so enraged? It is beyond jawdropping.

“What—” Karen speaks, but you interrupt.

“Have you ever realized how annoying you all sound when you mind my business rather than your own?” You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. “It sounds like pathetic cunts who pretend they’re righteous when all they’ve ever been are prejudiced hypocrites who judge others solely on the houses they’re in. You’re much more horrible than the Death Eater freaks you talk about.”

“What the bloody hell is your problem!?” Beth shrieked.

“You and your goons, duh.” You retorted while shooting her a look, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Mistreating Slytherins for what their ancestors did is completely childish and immature, especially when it was out of their control. If their ancestors joined the Death Eaters, then the one to be blamed is not them but the ancestors themselves.” You shifted your cold gaze to Leo and Karen, “Yes, I’ve seen the three of them pick on others and told Bartemius to stop, which he did. James and Sirius pick on Snape and other Slytherins a lot, so why haven’t you barked about that yet? Is this that thing where it’s alright when you or other Gryffindors do it, but it’s suddenly evil and horrible when it comes to Slytherin?”

Karen swallows thickly, trying to hold her head high. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Really?” Your mocking tone implied you believed nothing as you stand up from the bench, leaning closer to her. She avoided eye contact, fearful. “What the fuck did you mean then?” The slow tone made you even more intimidating.

“Why are you mad at us?” Leo asked, intimidated. “We haven’t done anything wrong.”

You shot him a side-eye, raising your brows. “Think with your brain, Ravenclaw. Why am I mad exactly and are you certain you haven’t done anything wrong?” You plastered on a fake smile, “Honestly, I’m not actually mad, Leo. I’m enraged. My blood’s boiling within my body. I’m certain you know what enraged means as you’re a clever Ravenclaw, don’t you?”

He bit his lip and looked down in shame.

Barty’s mouth fell agape; what the fuck, he didn’t know you can be so sarcastic like this.

Sighing deeply, you stared at him from head to toe and tilted your head, the corner of your lips twisted up. “Bartemius is clearly wiser and smarter, though.” You shrugged, “At least he knows not to befriend a loser like you.”

Lily steps closer to stop you, “(Y/n)... I think that’s enough.”

“Not precisely, Evans. And don’t think I don’t know about how you think of Bartemius as well.” You look at her, unimpressed.

“We were just worried about you...” She whispered.

“What’s there to be worried of?” You snapped. “You are all treating Bartemius as if he and his friends are cold-blooded murderers. You see someone hanging out with people in green and silver tie and your first thought is they’re horrible. The reason they become evil and horrible is because of people like you. Because you can’t and refuse to believe there’s good in them, because you would rather believe they can be anything but good than actually see who they are. You can’t handle being non-judgmental.”

Remus and Peter couldn’t help but smile at the truth in your words. The others still can’t react to your unusual change.

You sneered at your former friends, “And I hope you know you’re fucking pathetic and disgusting.” Utter disdain filled your expression, “Find someone else to cling onto. I’d rather be with Bartemius than you cunts.” Barty smiles happily at that as he subconsciously slips out of the shadow and into the courtyard. Regulus and Evan follows, standing a couple of steps behind. The Marauders noticed them immediately, eyes widening.

Ignoring the tears blimming in the Gryffindors’ eyes, you turn around only to face them back again, stepping closer with a death glare. “By the way, Leo. You ever insult Bartemius like that again with that filthy mouth of yours and I’ll fucking hex you.” You threatened before stepping back and waving goodbye with a seemingly friendly smile.

Everyone watch you turn around and jump slightly after bumping into Barty, who instantly beamed with happiness and joy radiating off of him, another thing that flabbergasted everyone.

“Oh Merlin! Hey, B!” You greet with the welcoming look now back on your expression, smiling warmly. “How long have you been standing there? And Regulus and Evan too.”

“Since the beginning, although we were hiding before you defended us.” Barty chuckled, his friends smiling behind him. He was trying to seem casual, but everyone noticed how he failed to hide the smile that’s been threatening to spread fully across his face.

“Don’t mind them, B. They’re just bitter ‘cause you rejected Leo three months ago.” You giggle, feeling better and calm now that Barty’s around, shoulders relaxed and body language displaying peaceful comfortable gesture.

Barty felt his heart swell at the realization that you truly trusted him and would never change your treatment of him no matter what anyone says, finally having the confirmation that he, in fact, do like you. Who wouldn’t when you’re this amazing? He was already feeling it, but to actually realize it was the right thing to happen? He can’t fucking contain it.

He can’t help but to shake his head with the biggest smile anyone has ever seen him have, “Bloody hell, (Y/n). I really do like you a lot.”

You froze at that.

Barty widened his eyes, about to take back, when you pulled him by his nape with one hand and kissed him gently. Evan whistled as Regulus let out a chuckle and high fived each other. Barely able to kiss you back, disappointment appears in his face after you pulled away too soon.

A smirk spreads across your lips, “You’ll get more later. You’re a good boy, after all.” You lightly tugged the hair on his nape before walking away and winking at Regulus and Evan.

“What— Wait— (Y/n), come on!” Barty stutters at the praise, flustered, as he immediately rushes off to follow you. His friends both turn around to follow him with their eyes, amusement written on their faces.

Regulus smirks, “Walk him like a dog.”

Evan instantly bursts into laughter. Well, at least he now has someone who will defend him in his name.

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴅᴇsʀɪsᴇ. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

[icecappen]

Percy doods bc I’m fixated on him again..,. defending him forever

[toppersbitch]

Meet Me at Midnight // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

18+ Minors DNI All underage characters aged up to 18+ Summary: Sebastian and you meet in the undercroft, one thing and another happen and you two end up having your first time Word Count: 1.1k Warnings: super soft Sebastian, unedited work

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You opened your book bag, a note falling out onto your lap.

‘Meet at the croft at 12’ signed S

It was the messy handwriting you knew and loved, you knew immediately it was Sebastian. After curfew and bed checks, you two always met Friday nights at the croft. You practiced dueling, did homework, and goofed around was the biggest one. You two would be down there until early morning, sometimes just having sleepovers. You were grateful Sebastian trusted you with the croft, it was a place to hide from everyone. You’d miss it once the both of you graduated from Hogwarts.

Right at 11 you cast disillusionment on yourself, sneaking through the common room. Boys always had bed checks first, Sebastian was surly already at the croft. Entering the clock front, it closed behind you. The croft was empty, you began walking to the back, Sebastian’s bag was on the ground near the stacks of barrels. 

“Seb?” you called out, a scuffling coming from behind his bag, you moved it finding an open box of chocolate frogs.

“Ah,” Sebastian jumped out from a pillar grabbing you. You jumped, letting out a yelp.

“God don’t do that,” you pushed him off of you playfully, and he grabbed his stomach from laughing. He nudged into you, stumbling around. You watched his happiness, smiling. You sat abruptly, another chocolate frog jumping, you caught it, tossing it into your mouth. 

“Did you get these for me?” you smiled at him giddy, he knew they were your favorite, and he was always buying you treats.

He nodded, sitting right next to you, his arm going around your shoulders. You leaned into him, head fitting in the crook of his neck. 

“What are we gonna do tonight?” you asked eating another chocolate.

“Mhm I have an idea,” he said, “it starts with an f,” he smirked looking at you.

“Sebastian!” you exclaimed pushing him away from you.

“What, Flagrate,” Sebastian chuckled to himself, writing your initial + S in a heart on the barrel beside him with fir.

“You are such a child,” you shook your head in disbelief. He looked at you, a slow smile growing on his face. He pushed you over softly, beginning to tickle your sides. You squirmed beneath him pushing his hands away by all means. You laughed and squealed, pleading for him to stop. He finally did, his body hovering over yours, one hand resting on your waist, the other holding himself up above your head. You reached up a hand behind his neck and pulled him down pressing your lips to his. He deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth. You pushed against his tongue, the two of you fighting for control. He squeezed your waist, making you jolt. He took over, his tongue on top of yours. You pushed your hand up his shirt, feeling his body. His hand heard your breast moving up to touch your face. 

“Oh sorry,” he murmured, stopping the kiss. 

“Seb it’s okay,” you laughed at his boyishness. The two of you had made out a handful of times, touching each other, “you’ve touched me before.”

“I’m sorry I’m just nervous,” he chuckled. You smiled your kindest smile at him, caressing his cheek. You kissed his lips sweetly, running your hand up and into his hair. 

“You’re okay Sebastian,” you said to him. There was nothing Sebastian could do to ruin this moment, “you can touch me.”

He nodded, his hand finding its way to your waist again. He leaned down again, kissing you again. Falling back into the rhythm. 

You moved your hand, pulling at his shirt, he pulled it off with ease, and you lifted yours off his eyes looking at your breasts with astonishment. 

“Seb,” he looked up almost as if startled, “touch me.”

You took his hand, guiding it to your breasts, you held your hands over him and he squeezed your breast. He was mesmerized as he touched you, taking all of you in. You took your other hand, meeting it with the waistband of his pants. You pulled at them, signaling for Sebastian to take them off. He did so, leaving his boxers on. He pulled down your bottoms, his hands grazing your sensitive skin. He began to remove your panties, you put your hand on his stopping him. 

“Be gentle?” You asked, looking at him, his eyes were soft and caring. He nodded pulling them down slowly. His hands traced up your legs. His eyes watched your body closely, assuring everything he was doing was okay.

“Do you think you’re ready?” his voice was small and needy. Just then the last chocolate frog from the box jumped, the both of you jolting from your trance. You began laughing, covering your body. Seb sat back, his breathing heavy.

“I thought Ominous came in,” his hand was over his heart. He moved back over you, his hands moving yours, your body being exposed again. He removed his underwear now, coming back over to kiss you. Your hands held around his back, feeling this close to him was amazing.

“I’m ready Seb,” you looked down as he readied himself. 

He lined up, holding your hips as he pushed into you, you winced as he pushed deeper into you. 

“Is it okay,” Sebastian stopped waiting for your okay. Once you did he moved slowly, bringing his body back close to you. He put his head in the crook of your neck. He pushed his hands under you, hugging you close. He thrust faster, finding his tempo. You moaned, Sebastian, letting out shaky breaths. 

“Faster,” you begged into his ear, he listened picking up the pace. His thrusts were deep, you could feel your stomach tightening. You held onto Sebastian tightly, letting yourself let go. Your body feeling with static and a sense of euphoria. Sebastian thrust a final time, moaning into your ear.  He pulled back, collapsing on top of you. 

“Thank you,” Sebastian said, his breathing heavy and uneven.

“What are you saying thank you for?” Sebastian pulled on his clothes, gathering yours in a pile.

“I don't know,” he chuckled, “Let me dress you,” Sebastian pulled on your clothes, caressing your skin when he could. 

“Come here,” he said, sitting again with his back against the barrels. He hugged you into him, and you both sat there breathing and catching your breath. You grabbed his hand, grabbing it to hold close.

The door opened across the room, Sebastian and you looked at each other waiting for whatever it was. 

“God, why didn’t you guys tell me we were meeting,” Ominous was walking towards you two, “I just woke up and Sebastian was gone, I mean where else would he be at this hour?” You began to snicker to yourself. Sebastian squeezed your hand moving his stuff for Ominous to sit next to him.

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I just imagine Sebastian being the sweetest and softest during your guys first time, and nervous!

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For this one I decided to combine two requests that were kinda similar

[caitlynspistol]

slytherin red and gryffindor chloe??!

[mbat]

i know its not entirely related but the two things remind me of eachother but this situation with hbomberguys video, and apparently a second video by a different person, and they barely overlap, it reminds me of two videos about harry potter.

"harry potter" by shaun, and "a brief look at harry potter" by lily simpson. 1 hour 45 minutes and 10 hours respectively. and lily deliberately was avoiding overlapping with the other video. that is 11 hours and 45 minutes of pure 'harry potter is fucked' and it adds up so much that if people saw both those videos, they would understand why i wish harry potter as a franchise and jk rowling wouldnt only just die out, but unexist entirely at this point. why i wish people would just stop talking about it.

genuinely if you have the time, and i dont recommend you try and watch these all in one sitting, i recommend you watch these. i personally took two sessions to watch lilys video.

im just saying, if you want more really long videos that comprehensively breakdown everything wrong with something that fully deserves it.

[sandmaze]

A portrait I did of the Black sisters

[irregularm4ngo]

finally finished that mike drawing

[thefloatingstone]

Not to be like "haha I'm better than you guys!!!" or elitist or anything because that very sincerely is NOT the point of this post.... but I never really understood people extremely love for Harry Potter.

I read them as they were coming out. Most of the time they came out soon enough that I was the same age as Harry. I liked them. They were cool. Goblet of Fire was my favourite and I was always happy to see what story the next book would bring but that's all it was. Interest to see the next story whenever it came out. Like a sitcom you enjoy but you didn't set your tv to record for you in case you missed it.

And then the word "Chosen one" was uttered and, just like that, I fucking lost all interest. Honestly there was "Chosen one" talk in the 4th book and already I was like

Honestly I think I liked Goblet of Fire the most because there was no friggen Quidditch. And there was less focus on the SCHOOL part of Harry Potter and more this weird Video game Quest setup which just appealed to me more.

In retrospect, I think that might be a big part of why I enjoyed it but never LOVED it like other people.

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"Oh boy my absolute biggest most favourite fantasy! THE BRITISH EDUCATION SYSTEM!!!!"

The fact that the books take place in a school seemed like a default to me because, well, most teenage focused cartoons and shows I watched had the main characters at school. Because they're teenagers. But the school wasn't why I enjoyed the books. The school was just a location. No I didn't want to go to Hogwarts. No I didn't want to get attached to a specific school house (although I feel it worth mentioning that when I was 13 I did the online house quiz thing on the official site and it said I was Hufflepuff so make of that what you will).

I really disliked whatever the one was that came after Goblet of Fire. So much so that it completely killed any and all enjoyment I had in the series. Which, considering I was only mildly entertained by them wasn't a massive loss or anything.

I know I read whichever book it was where Dumbledore died but I very genuinely cannot remember one single thing that happens in that book whatsoever. I read half of the Deathly Hallows after coming back from College and gave up because I wasn't enjoying any of it and I never picked the book up again.

I saw the first movie in theaters when I was 13 and I did not like it. It was visually very very dark and gloomy and just... extremely uninteresting to me. Idk how to explain it. The first book just felt so much more vibrant than what I was watching on screen.

I know I saw the 2nd movie although I have no memory of where or why. And I... THINK I saw the third one??? I think??? I'm actually not sure. But that's about where I just stopped and completely lost interest.

Because it wasn't very good.

They just weren't very good books.

They weren't TERRIBLE or anything like that but they were just so.... blah. The earlier ones 13 year old me enjoyed the one time I read each of them but I don't think 13 year old me had the best taste considering I also disliked the Princess Bride at this age.

But I was reading other books because I was a kid with ADHD in high school who desperately needed something stimulating to stop myself from going insane. And frankly, there were just far better books out there. Books I actually re-read. Books I borrowed from friends which ere just... so much better and more interesting.

So I just don't understand this insane appeal so many people have for it, even if they have severed that connection due to Jowling Kowling Rowling's bufoonery and showing herself to be a withered old crone with a shrivled heart and mind every time she opens her mouth.

I grew up with these books the same way as a lot of people. I was the exact age to go through the series' highest popularity and I just did not click with them despite reading them.

So seeing so many people my age or a little younger try and do their best to re-analyse and de-tangle what the books actually are and that... maybe.... just maybe.... they might not have been very good?? Maybe?? is very weird to me because I'm just like.

"Yeah they're overrated as hell and not that interesting."

It's a very weird thing to live through because it's like looking into a bizarro version of the world you remember living through... but not like THAT. I remember the Pokemon craze and yes, it was like that. I remember when anime started to become big and yes, it was like that. I remember DBZ airing and yes, it was like that.

But this insanity around Harry Potter while it was releasing?

Yeah I don't remember it being like that at all.

They were just mediocre books I read because I needed something to occupy my attention and eventually they got worse and worse and I just stopped reading them. That's all.

[mrsyoflam]

[anyaharveyii]

headcannon that when hagrid went to the potters’ house on that night in godric’s hollow, he saw james’ glasses on the floor, picked them up, and tucked them into the blanket with harry because he wanted harry to have some memory of his dad growing up.

little did he know that harry would turn out to be blind as a bat. and one day, in the darkness of the cupboard, his hands found the glasses amongst the other trinkets on the shelf. he slipped them on, and they fit perfectly.

[toppersbitch]

Can I request a Garreth Weasley x F!reader with the prompt “can i count your freckles?” Would prefer if the reader was a hufflepuff -🕊️

Lost Count // Garreth Weasley x Reader

Summary: You comfort Garreth when he’s feeling down.

Word Count: 570

Warnings: none just pure fluff and unedited work

Prompt: “Can I count your freckles?”

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You huddled in a booth at the Three Broomsticks, a thick layer of Christmas eve snow covering everything outside. Garreth’s head rested on your lap, his feet stretching over the booth end. He had his eyes closed, he was feeling especially homesick. He hadn’t been able to go home for Christmas break, you and his aunt did your best to keep his mind away from it. You stoked his hair, letting your fingers untangle it. His face looked so peaceful, his features twitching lightly. 

You rested your head back, letting your eyes close. You took in the peace and quiet, letting sleep wash over you. 

“The two of you best be getting home,” you awoke, Sirona was wiping your table down and removing empty mugs., “I’m closing early for the holiday,” she walked away, leaving you to wake. 

“Garreth,” you gently shook him awake, “Garreth it’s time to head back.”

He sat up, rubbing his eyes, his hair sticking up in different directions. He looked to you kindly, offering his hand as he slid out of the booth. 

The walk back was unusually silent, his steps swaying with melancholy. You’d never seen Garreth like this, not cracking jokes or causing chaos. One hand in yours and the other in his pocket, you nudged him with your arm. 

“Gar?” you were worried about him, “tell me what's wrong?” You stopped walking, pulling him to stand opposite of you. He shook his head, trying to walk away. You didn’t let him, holding his hands tight.

Garreth, please tell me what’s wrong?” 

“I just really miss my mom, and I know that's so stupid and you probably think I’m a total mommas boy but-”

“Gar, it’s okay,” you shushed him, his rambling coming to a short stop, “your mom is amazing, I miss her too, and I’ve only met her once,” you caressed his cheek. He hugged you close, providing warmth against the cold night air.

It was still early when you returned to the castle, few kids bustled around the hallways. You led Garreth to the dining hall, then up the stairs to the old Arithamncy classroom. It was old and dusty, creepy if you really thought about it. 

“Why’d you bring me here?” Garreth was confused by your choice of hangout. 

“So we can be alone,” you sat in the corner, your back in the corner, “lay here,” you insisted. Garreth did so, laying his head on your lap.

“I wish we were in the same house, then we would have a couch,” Garreth smiled up at you.

“Yeah, and a fireplace,” you added to his remarks. The classroom was surprisingly cold, even with your winter robes on. You stared down at Garreth, his eyes looking around at everything. His skin was freckled, hair red, the basic Weasley features. 

“How many freckles do you reckon you have?” your eyes darted around his face, trying to gather an estimate, “can I count them?”

Garreth nodded and you began, running your finger over his entire face, his eyes watching your face concentrate.

“So what’s the verdict?” he asked, his hands resting on your leg.

“Um,” you paused, “I uh- I lost count,” in all honesty you had stopped counting, focusing more on relaxing him.

“You’re kidding?” he laughed at you, the first true laugh he’d let out in hours. You shook your head. 

“Let me try again,” he nuzzled his head back into your lap playfully, closing his eyes. You began running your finger over his features again, and his breath steadied once again.

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I just have a feeling that Garreth's mother (though we don't know the exact relations) would be so loving and caring!

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[urmumsgyatt]

friendly reminder that reading has and will always be political

[hadesrise]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆.

summary ➳ you should have a happy ending, even if barty had to push you away for you to have it. but at what cost?

pairings ➳ bartemius “barty” crouch jr. x male reader

warnings ➳ angst, foul language, lovers to strangers, no happy ending, sad barty, arguments, hurt/no comfort, VERY SHORT, kinda depressive

author’s note ➳ uhm... yeah. i’m in barty crouch jr. phase. i’m trying to write smut for him, okay? i just need a little motivation from his tiktok thirsty edits.

Barty believes memories to be more significant than anything else. Unphotographed, precious moments that are stored inside a human’s mind that plays over and over again whenever nostalgia hits, or when seeing something that reminds of someone. Memories keep people going and appreciate little things in life; it keeps them alive.

That’s why people become less and less human when they lose a memory, because they forget every significant moments of their life, which means forgetting what made them who they are in the present. He considered losing memories to be most unfortunate and awful thing to happen, especially if it’s early dementia because it meant not remembering those treasured moments within just a span of few hours or days.

Memory lost has become his greatest fear ever since meeting you in Hogwarts. Learning to handle every moment with carefulness and carry them gently in his arms, Barty greatly feared forgetting any moments he shared with you, even those others considered little and insignificant. First meet, first conversation, first meal together, becoming friends, hanging out together, studying in the library, going to Hogsmeade, pranking others, bickering, falling in love, feelings being reciprocated, first little gifts, first date; he remembers every single moment, even one as small as you painting his nails black. Even the moment both his and your heart broke.

Just the thought of forgetting them made his skin crawl and anxiety devour his soul from the inside. The extreme fear is new and unfamiliar to him, considering he’s never been afraid of anything, and the foreignness of it makes his stomach turn. He doesn’t know how to deal with fear, only knows how you’re the one silencing them, the one who commands the storms inside his head to quiet down and remain in peace.

You were always the one. Never someone else.

The heartbreak of losing you as consequences to his sin still had its effects despite forcing himself to get everything together. The memory of your horrified expression as your eyes stare at the dark mark on his wrist embedded into his brain. How you couldn’t even utter a single word, throat tight and shoulders heavy, with betrayal written in your face as tears flowed like an endless waterfall down to your cheeks. How the blood drained from your face as it pales, realization sinking in. How disappointment carved your expression, and the moment Barty realized it wasn’t directed at him. Painful voices of memory still lingered in his ears, the way your trembling voice whispered, “Was I not enough?” brokenly to him.

You blamed yourself for the sin he committed.

Nothing but that is a sword to Barty’s heart.

You could’ve screamed and beat him up, could’ve hexed him and abandoned him. But all you ever did was stand there, in front of him, with horrors in your eyes as you stare blankly at Barty as if tears weren’t running down, words after words slipping past your lips that took his heart out.

“Did I do anything wrong for you to choose this path?”

Barty snapped his eyes up to meet your empty gaze, taken aback. But he didn’t meet your eyes despite you looking at him. “(Y/n)...”

“Did I fail to love you as much as you wanted?” You asked again, not hearing him. “Have I treated you horribly? Have I failed to meet your expectations and standards? Is it my... Is it my fault...?” Each words drove the sword deeper and deeper into his heart.

How could you think that? You were always enough. You gave him everything no one else could’ve given. You loved him truthfully despite his flaws and imperfections. You offered your heart to him, even though people told you not to. His father was never proud of him, but you were. His father considered him a failure, but you considered him a treasure. Cherished him, brought him down to earth, taught him to feel and love. You’ve always been good. Unbearably good, sometimes.

Bloody fucking hell, why the fuck didn’t he choose to be loyal to you instead? Why did he go around having that death mark carved into his skin when it should’ve been your name?

Barty could feel tears build up as the back of his eyes sting. He didn’t want to join. He wanted to be with you, have a great home, adopt a child, and be a happy family. He wanted you close, needed you close. But what’s been done can’t be undone.

“Why are you blaming yourself?” Barty whispered. His frustrations were building up, to himself, to you, and to the circumstances he put himself in as his voice starts to raise. “Why can’t you fucking blame me? Everytime I do something, you’re always blaming yourself asking that! Stop making it about your-fucking-self!” He yelled, leaving you loss for words.

“Not everything revolves around you and not everything I do has to do with what you did or didn’t! It was my bloody choice. Stop acting like I’m a fucking kid who makes irrational decisions from how others treat them!” He hissed in distaste, hatred and disdain plastered on his face.

“Barty—”

“What, you think you’re so fucking important to me that you not being enough affects me?” He spat, and instantly regretted it when your face falls. But it’s been said and his mouth doesn’t know when to fucking shut up. “Nobody cares, (Y/n). Stop trying to put a blame in yourself for every little thing I fucking do ‘cause it makes you look pathetic. It doesn’t matter what you do or didn’t do, I would’ve still fucking chose this path.”

You swallowed thickly, blinking away the tears. “Are you saying I never mattered to you?”

Fuck, your voice is so fucking quiet that his heart dropped. He could hear the devastation, the heartbreak, the betrayal. It stabbed him repeatedly, feeling like his chest is being squeezed from how hard it was to breathe. His entire body felt numb, his heart being the only thing experiencing sharp and stinging pain, like multiple knives were being digged into it.

It’s so fucking painful, but how could he stop? He loves you all too much not to drive you away with sharp, piercing words. He had to, otherwise you will be in danger, or worse be recruited as well. You don’t deserve that life — a life where you have to kill and torture someone else, forever follow a path you cannot escape, with not a single ounce of peace around. A life where there’s no happy ending. You didn’t deserve that, and Barty would rather hurt you to push you away than let you get the possibility of being recruited.

It was difficult to open his mouth and utter the words, but he did.

“You’re nothing to me.”

And just like that, he witnessed the moment your heart completely shattered to the ground and his heart being torn apart. There was nothing else he can do but to shut his eyes tight as a single tear escaped the corner of his eye.

He will forever be tormented by this memory, but will never ask for it to be forgotten, no matter how painful and torturous it is. That was the last he saw of you as you had disappeared with no trace of existence behind, only leaving a single note for him to find.

𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓾𝓼, 𝓷𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸.

You couldn’t be so certain about that. You could have your happy ending now that he successfully drove you away at the cost of his heart being empty, with him living a dark life with only bad ending to meet at the end.

He could never have it, but at least you could, right?

Barty has been feeling all too emotional ever since the break-up. Although he turned himself into someone he knew you hated, that is solely to hide the fact he’s been hurting and crying himself to sleep almost every night. A tough and evil façade to keep everyone away from looking into his memories, his feelings, his undying love for you — even if it meant he had to join in on the torture of Alice and Frank Longbottom. You probably hate who he became now, but he still loves you. He doesn’t think he could ever stop.

Seeing you so close made him nearly breakdown on the spot. Sitting there at the professors’ table, right beside Severus Snape, as Dumbledore gives a speech.

Barty, disguised as Alastor Moody, frowned. Your eyes looked empty, as if you had seen every horror of this world. It wasn’t sparkling brightly like it used to, holding wonders and beauty. It was dead. Soulless, even. Despite the occasional smiles you threw at the students, light never appeared in them like it forgot what happiness was. Your smiling expression merely just a mask to cover up how empty your face looked to not scare the students.

He can’t ask what happened. But he can wonder out loud.

“What happened to him?” Speaking to McGonagall with the gruff voice Alastor had, nodding towards you. “He looks dead without the smile.”

McGonagall took a glance and sighed. Only the students never notice it, thankfully. “He’s been through a lot, Professor Moody. Do him a favor and never ask him anything about his past or his family.” She muttered only enough for him to hear.

“Why? Does he have none?”

She looked at him sharply, “Because he doesn’t remember anything at all.”

Barty froze at that. “Doesn’t remember?”

McGonagall looks down, grimly. “Professor Dumbledore found him in a Psychiatric Ward. He said it is likely (Y/n) threw himself there and obliviated himself with leaving only memory of who and what he is. He’s been the Professor for Study of Ancient Runes since then.”

Barty’s heart dropped as he looked at you, devastated. He could practically feel another sword piercing right through his heart.

You remember nothing, not even the memory of your first meet. Not even the first date, first kiss, or first love making. Was it your way of forgetting the pain he caused? Was it your way of punishing him, knowing fully well he’s extremely sensitive regarding memories with you? Was this his consequences for hurting you in the first place?

It should be a good thing, isn’t it? That’s what he wanted after all, to have you as far away from him as possible. Having no memories of spending most of your Hogwarts days with him certainly keeps you away from the dark, right?

But it did fucking hurt, and a big slap to his face.

Did he mean that little to you that you can easily obliviate yourself of those memories? No, he knows he mattered the most to you. You always made him certain of that. Were those moments not important to you as they were to him? No, they were. You told him they kept you alive and happy. They’re the most significant untangible things you’ve ever had. Were you so enraged? Probably, but not really. Were you too much in pain? Probably, but it couldn’t be enough to obliviate your memories.

Now, are you trying to prove something to him? Possibly, but what could it be?

Barty thought, and thought, and thought. Tirelessly everyday, he thought about why you did it while enduring the throbbing pain in his heart, desperately wanting to believe your love for him was not that easy to forget nor let go of. He didn’t stop thinking. Not until he can find answers.

But then, the answer finally came.

In the most brutal and cruel way that made his knees weak and heart shatter to the ground just like how yours did that night. Made his skin pale as devastation, regret, sorrow, disbelief, and utter heartbreak all heavily dropped on his shoulders like a burden.

Eyes glued to your wrist that was carved in the dark mark.

So this is what you wanted to prove — that even without meeting him, you would’ve been in that same path he chose, that driving you away only made you closer to where he didn’t want you to be, that happy ending was never an option in the first place. You proved it to him in a hard way, costing your memories, the most significant thing in the world.

He thought about what would’ve happened if he didn’t choose to abandon you by pushing you away. Maybe everything would’ve been okay, even if you got recruited. Maybe you would be standing with him, the memories still inside your mind, never leaving his side. Maybe you wouldn’t have hurt yourself as much as you hurt him.

But nothing can bring him back to that night.

“There is no happy ending for us, no matter what you do.” Barty echoed what you had wrote in the note that night, and only then did he realize what you meant.

In the end, all of that sacrifice and emotional pain meant nothing — you and him were not destined to have a happy ending, no matter what he did to protect you.

All for nothing.

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