#Harry Potter fanfic idea

[potterblog]

Hermione getting in between the arguments of all the post-war Weasley couples and accidentally ending their row every time because they're too annoyed at Hermione to be annoyed at each other. 🤣 So Hermione also starts meddling with the relationships of her friends (like Neville/Hannah, Luna/Rolf, & Lavender/Seamus) and even her work colleagues (Astoria/Draco)!

Actually this can be how Romione and Drastoria accidentally become friends post-war! 🥰 Hermione and Astoria work together, become friends one day because Hermione meddles in Astoria & Draco's argument and accidentally helps them compromise so ever since, they force their husbands to go with them on double-dates and hang out often enough that Ron and Draco eventually stop hating each other. 😌 They both still are against Rose and Scorpius dating later on though cuz "Malfoys and Weasleys don't go together". ScorRose eventually get married and unite the Weasley and Malfoy families after a lot of drama.

I ship the Malfoy-Weasley friendship, not gonna lie. 😭

Hermione: why are threesomes only for sex

Hermione: why can’t I join in on a couples argument if I want to

[beautys-abomination]

I definitely think there should be a Harry Potter AU fanfic in which Zak Bagans is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

So since I have neither the time nor the energy to commit to writing it myself, I’m just…putting the idea out in the universe. It’d be hilarious.

[annionebutme]

Possession fic but Harry has crippling ADHD (or whatever) and Voldemort's possession either through control or just reminding him of what he's supposed to be doing is making Harry so competent that people start to get suspicious.

[wolvesandshine]

“What the fuck are you doing here.”

Regulus rolls his eyes. “Thought it would be fun to freeze my arse off in the cold today.”

James scoffs disbelievingly. “It’s 5 in the morning!”

Regulus just raises his eyebrow. “And?”

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I could ask the same thing.”

James groans out loud in frustration. “This is such a waste of time.”

“Glad we could finally agree on something. Now get out, I have to get back to training.”

“Shouldn’t you be focusing on how to kill muggles instead with your death eater friends?”

Regulus stiffens at that, anger coursing through him. “Not everyone has the luxury of choices like the gryffindor golden boy.” Regulus glared at Potter. “Some of us have to work for it.”

James goes to argue but there’s something off about the sentence. “Slytherin has beaten everyone else by miles since you became a seeker.”

Regulus looks at him like he’s the slow one. “That’s not going to cut it. I need to be signed on full time by a professional team this time next year.”

And suddenly - it clicks. James looks at the boy in front of him, really looks at him for the first time, finally understanding the desperation with which regulus plays, the ruthless efficiency combined with skill and hours of training.

This isn’t a game to him. It’s his way out.

part 2

[sparrowlucero]

i enjoy ur bird abode thoughts! I was a genuine enjoyer of the show when it was airing, I’m no die hard fan though and love to see ppls personal takes on the overall story/plot. Im curious if you also would agree or have any thoughts on the impacts The Mouse’s cancellation had on the shows ability to be more than it was? srry im not super eloquent with my words, but basically ur response to that ask got me wondering if part of the reason the show like genuinely wasnt all that ground breaking or unique in the end plot wise (other than the villain faces consequences in the end ig) as far as YA/Teen animation goes, was because of The Mouse’s inability to let the writers flesh out the show before gutting it? i have a negative bias toward The Mouse franchise and obviously dont know anything about how writing a show under the eyes of a franchise that big would work, its just smth that rattles around in my head and wanna know what u think!

Well to an extent, but I think it's much more the effect the studio had on how the owl house started out as rather than it not getting a full season at the end - It didn't escape my noticed that the show was initially announced as being a "horror comedy" when it doesn't really seem like either, especially by the second season, and yeah, the original pitch bible is obviously aiming for that much more than the show proper is as it goes along (and is honestly seems quite a bit more funny, weird, and dark, with an overarching plotline about a giant bug being used to religiously suppress people, eda able to cure her curse by killing luz, and one of the major characters being a teen boy awoken from a sleeping curse who ends up being a weird little bigot because he's from the 13th century, among other things)

(side note, i just noticed they actually specifically describe the thing i assumed the show was gonna be about here. huh.) but ultimately the bulk of the show that was actually made seems very influenced by a writing team that was genuinely interested in making a tropey YA fantasy story rather than just being mandated to. I mean even in what aired you can see the show sort of settle in ways that feel less like studio interference and more like, you know, art students creating their ideal fantasy show, like how King is clearly Eda's roommate who's funny because he looks like and sounds like a little dog despite being an adult man at the beginning but by the end they've made him her adopted sad backstory son who's explicitly a child. While I think a third season would have made the show as it existed better, because they clearly didn't get to finish the plot they wanted to (frankly to the point where some major aspects of the show are a bit confusing, I'm still not sure what a grimwalker is), I don't really fault the show for that but also don't think that hypothetical season (which pretty clearly would have been mostly about the magic school teens going to normal school) would suddenly flip around into something that I personally found interesting and subversive. Nor should it, really; again, it being Queernorm Harry Potter thing is clearly the intended appeal of the show, it's not really a flaw but just not a genre I'm personally interested in when compared to what I initially expected the show to be.

HOWEVER I will say they robbed little weird girls of their representation and that can't be forgiven

[cherry-pop-elf]

Morning Classes

Severus Snape x Reader

Summary: You spent the night in your boyfriend’s bedroom, at the school he works at. The issue with sleeping in a dungeon, is that you can’t tell when it’s sunrise. You slept in, and decided to make it known to everyone that Severus Snape CAN get some bitches

Warnings: None really, besides implied sexual content. But none actually. Also teenagers being teenagers, and poor Snape ready to have a heart attack

“Sevvy?” You yawned, as you would lift up your head. There you were, in satin sheets. Perfect for the muggy weather that the dungeons collected. Breathe able, light, and soft. Made you want to never leave the ink and emerald covers, but you wanted to get some breakfast with your boyfriend.

Another yawn left you, as you climbed out of the covers. Quick to steal one of his dress shirts, and cover yourself up in. You loved how it was a dress on you. Made you feel so safe, and warm. Emotionally, anyway. Despite the muggy weather of a dungeon, it can change and become so chill. Just a matter of when Peeves wants to snuff out the fire places.

“Sevvy? I want us to get some breakfast.” You called, as you stretched your body. The cold stones sending shivers through your feet, and up your spine. “And cuddles. I want more cuddles.” You cooed, as you would force open the heavy door. The one to lead to his classroom. Took some effort, but you broke through.

“Sevvy, sweetie? Let’s get some br…” Your heart dropped, as you froze. Seems you slept in, because class was in session. The familiar smog of the potions brewing filled the air, but never enough to hide the faces of his students. Along with himself.

The way every student was jaw dropped, at the realization that someone was in Snapes bedroom. Not only in his bedroom, but clearly having spent the night there. They just couldn’t process it, and neither could Snape. That ever cold scowl vanished, to be replaced with the most brilliant of pink cheeks. Seems Hogwarts was just a breeding ground of making sure he got embarrassed.

“Oh….I….Apologies….It can be kinda hard to tell the time, when you are underground.” You gulped, as you rubbed the back of your neck. You tried to step out of the room, but your back came into contact with the door. No way did you want to turn around, and risk exposing your naked butt to a bunch of kids. That’s not only gross, but also very embarrassing.

“Damn, kinda hot-“ A student said, causing Snape’s head to spin so sharply. You are surprised that no bones were broken in the process. As if he had time to figure out who said that. He had a partner to worry about. He cursed himself for letting you sleep in.

“Not. A. WORD.” He warned his students, as he quickly ran to your side. Swiftly he would take off his ever present cloak, and wrapped it around you. Let you be covered, as the students still stared. Never did they think Snape could be human. Find love, have a romance, be intimate with someone. It was just kinda assumed he was an entity all on his own.

“I am so sorry-“ You quickly whispered, with shame in your eyes. Way to go. You had to humiliate him. A man that’s been burdened with such all his life. You just had to give him more trauma. Way to go. That’s reading on your face like a book, and he won’t have any of that. He will break the cycle.

“I should have left a note-“ He tried to whisper back, but failed. The classroom was so silent, from shock, so much as his own heart beat could be heard. Was Snape taking responsibility for his own actions, and not wanting someone to feel bad? Who is this imposter? That was getting the class rowdy now.

“Students-“ He warned, but the teenagers in them were over ruled. They had so many questions. Who is this person? How did you two meet? Did you go to Hogwarts with him? Are you from another school? Pure blood? Muggle born? Did you top?!

“I uh. Just better go get some pants on-“ You swallowed, as he nodded. He was quick to open the door for you, and you ran in. It would then slam behind you, but it couldn’t muffle the gossiping of the class.

“Children-!” He warned, but their curiosity overruled their fear. They had to know. Who the hell were you?! Why would you settle for him?! So many questions, so little class time to figure it all out. They needed to know!

You made sure to hurry up, and slipped on some random bottoms. Along with a cozy top. Just clothes to actually wear, as to go out there and save your boyfriend. It must be an emotional nightmare to deal with. A bunch of students ganging up on him, much like his childhood. You will save the day.

“Hey everyone-! Sorry about that-! So uh. Hi! Yes, I’m his romantic partner. No, we didn’t meet at Hogwarts. I’m a-“ You began to rattle off, as to try and settle everyone down. Along with give Severus a moment to breathe. Breathe, and process what is happening. So much for staying under the radar.

“Why him?” Someone asked. Damn, even you could feel Snape’s death glare towards the student. Stings, but you snuck your hand to tangle with his. Comforting him, with brushing your thumb over his knuckles.

“Oh where do I start? Handsome, smart, charismatic, playful-“ That got a brow raise at the remark. The moment you kissed his cheek? Everyone was gagging, and making mock throwing up noises. You swore you saw a smile tug at his lips, at such foolery. Had you giggle, as you nuzzled your head into his shoulder.

“Thank Merlin, the bell-!” A student shouted, as the clock tower rang. Everyone was quick to bolt, leaving behind cauldrons full of left over potions. That had him rubbing his temples, but you already grabbed your wand. Working on the first one for him.

“The talk of the school….again….” He grumbled, as he would work on another one. He never liked being in the spotlight. If he could hide in the shadows, he would. Impossible now. Given the ‘scary potion master’ now had a romantic partner. Someone could love him? Such horror.

“Oh hush. Bet they are just jealous that I’m the lucky one.” You soothed, as you would give his cheek another kiss. Make that, multiple kisses. Just peppering him, and not willing to lighten up. Not until he smiled.

Took a minute, but he did. Just for you. He smiled, and soon returned a peck to your own. Far softer, and quieter. Just how he was. Like a gust of wind, in the moonlight. One of the endless reasons you adored him.

“So…..no breakfast-?” You puzzled, before he handed you over an apple. He had made sure to grab you something, after he had his own. He kept you in his thoughts. Had you just beaming, as you happily took it. Taking a large bite, as you now sat on his desk. Eye candy, as he worked.

Maybe today won’t be so bad after all. He’s in good company.

[rabidlittlestrawberry]

Part 1 - Surprise

James wipes down the bar again, using it as an excuse to flex his muscles, to lean over the counter. There’s a girl perched on the corner, sucking up a daiquiri through a straw who has been eyeing him for the past hour. 

He has yet to strike up a proper conversation, but it won’t be long. He has this down to a fine art. And there’s a dance to this, steps. He can’t skip ahead, no matter how much he wants to. 

Sirius comes up behind him then, and starts mixing cocktails with ridiculous flare. Pouring ingredients from a height, juggling bottles. James knows what this means. And it couldn’t have come at a more perfect time. Sirius throws the mixer without bothering to look back, and James catches it with barely a glance in its direction. Giving it one last shake before pouring it into the waiting glass.  It’s a routine he and Sirius have perfected over the years, moving around each other without having to say a word, each anticipating the other’s movements. 

The girl from the corner is really looking now. Eyebrows raised in obvious appreciation. James throws her a well placed wink as he sets the glass on fire in front of him, sliding it over to the waiting customer. Next time she needs a refill, he’ll strike up a conversation. He’ll have her number before the night is out. 

When he turns back to the counter, there’s a boy in front of him. A young boy. Small and skinny and definitely not old enough to be in here. He’s looking up at James from behind huge, round glasses with a strangely intense stare, dark hair sticking up at an angle that James has nothing but sympathy for. Crazy bright green eyes shining out through skin only a little lighter than James’. 

James looks him up and down, raising his eyebrows. “Sorry kid, not a chance. I don’t care how good your fake ID is.” 

The kid has the nerve to smile, eyes crinkling up behind his glasses. He’s got a cheeky air to him that James can’t help but humour. 

“I’m not here for alcohol,” he says. 

“Well, then. You’re no use to us here, are you?” James says it with a smile, and the kid smiles in response, but there’s a flicker of something else. Not quite hurt, but at least a sting. 

“Fine. Give me a coke, then.”

James hesitates a moment before he complies, grabbing a glass and taking the opportunity to study the boy again. “How did you even get in? You’re what? Thirteen?”

“Fourteen,” the kid frowns, having the nerve to look offended. As if that makes all the difference. “Almost fifteen.” 

“Still not old enough to drink, I’m afraid.” A customer across the bar gestures at James for another. He’s a regular, so James starts to pour his usual, still looking at the kid. 

“Your parents know you’re here?”

“Well. My mum is dead.” The words are blunt, matter of fact, but he can’t hide the brutal flash of pain behind his eyes. Fresh. Losing a parent never gets easier, but this isn’t a wound that’s had time to fade. It’s new.  

“Ah, I’m sorry, kid. That’s tough. But drink isn’t the answer. Trust me.” 

The boy frowns. Opens his mouth to respond, presumably but just then the girl from the corner walks up to him then, leaning over the bar and asking him for another with a smile. James grins right back, throwing her a little wink. Technically, he’s not allowed to give out his number, but he has no problem finding a way around that rule. Give them enough of a hint and they feel comfortable enough to make that move. 

“Enjoy,” he says, lingering in a way that makes it obvious that he’d be open to more conversation. 

The kid shuffles in his seat, and James wonders if it will be rude to get him kicked out. He really doesn’t belong here, and James suddenly feels self conscious of his owlish eyes watching James’ every move. 

He’s sure he’s about to say something to the girl, when his gaze is pulled by a head of dark hair, and his breath catches in his throat. He almost drops the pint he’d been pouring, his grip slacking as his heart-rate kicks into overdrive.

Fuck, he looks good. 

Black crop top artfully cut across his midriff, showing off a bellybutton ring that makes James’ mouth water. His eyes are ringed in silver liner, making the ice blue stand out against pale skin as he stares back at James. 

“Hey, you,” James breathes, voice barely audible above the music. It’s incredible, how Regulus can always render him so completely useless without even a single word. James knows how to do this, to flirt, he’s good at it, even. But he’s been pulling out all his best moves on Regulus for years, and has gotten nothing in return. Less than nothing. It’s like flirting with a brick wall. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees bar girl lean forward again, a scrap of paper in her hand that James is sure is her number. 

“This is for you,” she says, flashing him a smile, and he smiles back, taking the paper between his fingers and sliding it into his pocket. 

“Thanks,” he grins, biting his lip. Wow, she really is pretty. He’ll have to give her a call later. 

A cough from his left turns his gaze back to Regulus, who is watching the exchange with a bored, dispassionate expression, tapping his fingers against the bar as he waits for his drink.  

“If you’re done flirting,” he says as the girl walks away. “I was hoping you would remember to do your job, and pour me a drink.”

James arranges his face into his most disarming smile, reaching for the gin before Regulus can begin to ask. “Aw, you know me. I’m never done flirting, love.”

Regulus’ expression does not so much as flicker. He stands still as a statue as James works, ignoring Sirius’ calls of Reggie and snatching up the glass as soon as James places it in front of him. He’s turned on his heel and is making his way back to his friends before James can utter another word. 

Feeling a little dazed, James shakes his head, not quite able to take his eyes off Regulus’ retreating figure. His attention is pulled by the sound of laughter next to him. The kid. Right. He’s sipping his coke, laughing at James over the top of his glass. 

“What?” James turns to him, still considering calling security, but he can’t help the smile that pulls at the corners of his lips. 

“Nothing, nothing,” the boy replies, still smirking as he lowers his glass. “Your mouth’s still open, by the way.” 

James snaps it shut, mildly embarrassed that this random kid has managed to see through him so quickly. Damn. Is he really that obvious? 

“Alright kid, out with it. You aren’t here to drink overpriced soft drinks and make sarcastic comments about my dating life. What do you want? A job? Some friends? Something better to do with your time?” 

The kid’s smile fades as quickly as it came, replaced with an intense sort of calm. A steadiness that doesn’t match his youthful appearance. That’s when James rememberers that the kid’s mum just died. Jesus. He really needs to be more sensitive, even to strange teenagers.

“You’re James Potter?” The kid says suddenly, and the scrutiny in his eyes is dialled up to eleven. James’ brain stutters, unable to process what he’d just heard.

“I — am. And who are you?”

“Harry.” He says simply, apparently not willing to offer any more information. 

“Right,” James says, for lack of anything else to say. This conversation really doesn’t feel like it’s in his control anymore. The kid - Harry - takes a visible deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. James has no idea why, but his blood runs cold, stomach sinking. However the boy knows his full name, it surely can’t be good news. 

“So, you know I said my mum died?” Great. Good start. James nods, not sure what he’s supposed to say. “Well. Um. She was kinda all I had. I got given to my aunt and uncle, but they’re um… they… well. They live in Surrey.”

That catches James off-guard. Before he knows it, his head is tipped back in a full blown laugh. 

“Right,” he says, “gotcha. So…” 

“So. I never knew my father. And I thought now might be the time.” 

“Your … father?”

“Yeah,” he visibly swallows, “She, uh, she never told me who he was, not really. But I was going through her stuff, after the accident,” his voice breaking on that word, just a little, “and I found some things.”  

“Right…” James starts, his mind swirling, feeling like he’s missing a puzzle piece here, his mind trying to put together pieces that don’t quite fit. It’s all very sad, but what on earth has this got to do with him?

“I have a picture of her here,” harry continues, reaching into his pocket. “I think you might have known her.” He reaches his hand over the bar, a piece of paper extended out. The picture looking back at him steals his breath from his lungs. 

“Lily Evans?” Harry says unnecessarily, as if James would ever mistake the face staring out at him. Bright eyes just as he remembers them, reckless covering her whole face. She’s holding a baby in her arms and looking a little more tired than she used to, but her smile is exactly the same. In fact, she looks so similar that James concludes that she can’t have been much older than when he last saw her, when they were both seventeen. 

James’ world spins, and he can’t feel anything past one single thought. Crowding his mind, pressing down on his lungs. Fuck. 

Lily is dead. Lily is dead. Lily is dead. 

He hasn’t seen her in years, since they’d dated at the end of school. They’d agreed to stay friends, but Lily had pretty much dropped off the face of the earth after that. And James had been busy travelling the world, and then there was university. It had been so long. He hadn’t seen her in… shit, it must be around fifteen ye—

His eyes snap up to the boy in front of him, mind racing. The ground lurches dangerously beneath him, and he has to hold onto the bar for support. Now that he sees it, he wonders how it hadn’t occurred to him sooner. Harry was basically a carbon copy of him, save for his eyes, which are all Lily.  

He knows, the evidence is right there in front of his face. But still, he has to say something. 

“How… um. How old did you say you were, again?”

“Fourteen. And a half.”

“Right. So, when you said you were looking for your dad?”

Harry nods, looking truly nervous for the first time all evening. Somehow, it makes him look even younger. “That would be you, I think. You’re um… I think you’re my dad.” 

My dad.

Dad. 

Shit.

James is going to have to sit down.

Read the next chapter here

[vaserlord]

I just realized that I need more stories with powerful Harry accidentally breaking laws of magic. Not because he wants to, he just didn’t know wizard can’t do that like this.

And Harry is like, yeah that’s fine I’ve been doing it my whole life. And literally everyone around him is like… no Harry, that’s not fine, for the love of Merlin…

I NEED STORIES LIKE THIS TO BREATHE.

I would write something like this. I swear I would. A long 300k word story. BUT ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. Not even my second lol. And it tends to complicate things. A lot.

[merlinpotterandtherandom]

Harry and Draco are married and Draco is a Potions Master that works from home, Harry is an Unspeakable and just got home after finishing a project at work and being told he could go home early. Harry barely left the floo when he hears an explosion coming from Draco's lab, so he runs to check on his husband, finding his husband covered in an unknown potion, but otherwise fine. Harry just hugs Draco tightly, ignoring that Draco is covered in potion, 'cause he just needed to make sure Draco was okay. After Harry helps Draco remove the potion from Draco in a bath, they decide to just order something for dinner and then go to sleep.

When Harry wakes up, he finds himself being held by Ron and Hermione and staring at his husband's face...Well, his husband's 15 years old face. He notices Draco looking a bit panicked as well, so that's good that he's not alone here. They let out a "What the fuck?!" at the same time, making Hermione, Ron, Pansy and Blaise look at them both weirdly. Harry doesn't care if he will sound insane to his best friends, he just needs some answers from his husband, so he asks "What was the potion you were brewing? And why the fuck it seems to have yeeted us back in time?!" and Draco answers with "I don't know why it did this, but I swear I was just working on some improvement for the wolfsbane potion, because we just found out about Teddy..." Hermione, Ron, Pansy and Blaise are just confused now, who the fuck is Teddy? And yeeted back in time, what did Harry meant by that? Harry just pulled Draco close and hugged him, confusing their friends even more, 'cause Hermione and Ron just had to hold Harry back so Harry wouldn't go and attack Draco, and Pansy and Blaise just had to hold Draco when he stumbled back because of Potter's attack...And now they're fucking hugging?! What the fuck was going on?

[dreamingofmarauders]

𝐘𝐨𝐮!

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝙣𝙚

James Potter x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

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Summary: In which James Potter is beyond shocked to see you introduced as the newest Order member. After all, to him, you’re nothing but a cruel, cold, pureblooded Slytherin

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: House stereotyping/prejudice (I think that's it, if not, let me know please!)

A/N: The inspiration for this came while I was reading @ellecdc's Sirius Black x Reader series called Come Back, Be Here and it was such an amazing read! Go read it if you haven't already! <33

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The Order of the Phoenix, a secret society founded by the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, was gathered once again in another secret location. All the members were seated in their respective seats, looking at the Headmaster to begin speaking.

“Thank you all for coming on such short notice.” Dumbledore said, his voice bouncing off the walls, “I received a tip that revealed a death eater meeting is to take place tonight, not too far from Diagon Alley.” He said. “I will have to arrange a few members to be sent to scout out the meeting, but before that, I have an important announcement.”

Everyone in the room exchanged glances, a nervousness settling for what could be bad news to be revealed.

“I have recruited a new member, who has already proven what a great asset she will be to our team.”

“Who?” Sirius asked.

Albus Dumbledore gestured towards the door, “Come in.”

You strutted in, dressed in dark clothes with your wand twirling between your fingers as a smile sat upon your lips.

“You!”

And two sets of chairs screeched as two individual wands were directed at you.

“What are you doing here?!” James shouted, Sirius nodding as he backed his best mate.

“Charming. Quite a nice welcome you’ve all prepared for me, Headmaster?”

Dumbledore’s blue eyes twinkled as he directed his gaze from you to the pair of Black and Potter.

“Wands down, boys. Y/n L/n will henceforth be joining us from today.” He said, declaring it to the whole room.

“But, Professor!” James exclaimed, “Y/n’s a Slytherin!”

“Gee, thanks for noticing.”

James glared at you before he turned his eyes onto Dumbledore, his expression having turned into one of desperation. “You can’t possibly let her join!” He practically begged. “They’re all the same, the treacherous snakes can’t be trusted!”

Dumbledore opened his mouth to reply but you beat him to it.

“Well not everyone can be so dimwitted that they would end up in Gryffindor.” You said, making both James and Sirius scowl.

"We are very intelligent, thank you very much!" Sirius interjected, making you shoot a look in return that said are you really though?

“Plus," You continued "Not everyone is the same because even a lion could be a snake in disguise.”

James’ eyebrows furrowed together, “What do you mean to imply by that?”

You merely shrugged, earning a scoff from James.

“That’s enough now.” Professor McGonagall called out sternly, making both you and James fall quiet and take your seats.

“Now that we have exchanged small pleasantries,” James and you loudly scoffed, “Onto the mission. I will be sending out Remus Lupin, James Potter, Benjy Fenwick, Dorcas Meadowes and Y/n L/n.” Dumbledore gently smiled, “This tip was given by Y/n herself and this proves how much of a help Y/n’s addition to the Order will be.

A cry of protest sounded from the young Potter, “Headmaster! How can you believe her? For all we know, she could be sending us into a death trap!” James exclaimed, glaring at you, who stood up with a scoff.

“And that is the exact reason I am coming along! If something happens, I will be there too!”

“Nope! Not happening! Headmaster, I refuse to go if she goes!” James said.

“Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said, “Stop behaving so childish. Miss. L/n will be going and that is final.”

James grumbled and muttered, “Fine.” Knowing by now that Professor McGonagall could get real scary when she needed to be.

“Good, now get going.”

James glared your way to which you only smirked at him, irking the young Potter even more.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

The mission was partially successful as like the tip you had given, there was a death eater meeting. However, they sensed the presence of Order members too early and before you all could even cast a spell their way, they had gone.

Most of the Order had been kind and accepted you in, after all, if Dumbledore trusted you, what reason did they have not to? Well, everyone except for Sirius Black and James Potter. 

Especially James Potter.

He loathed you. Simple as that. Your mere existence irked him, like it has been since your shared days at Hogwarts. You always had a way that managed to annoy him, and he had been always determined to get under your skin every time he caught sight of you within the castle.

James wasn’t sure when it started but the interactions between the two of you had become frequent since fifth year. He despised you for being a Slytherin, after all you were just like the rest, acting as if you were superior. But it was also the way you winked at him or that teasing smile that crawled onto your lips. Or how you would speak in a playful tone, flicking your hair over your shoulder every time you walked away or how you twirled your wand teasingly between your nimble fingers.

It infuriated him.

Everything about you annoyed James Potter to no end.

Henceforth, why he was so against your arrival into the Order and how he was determined to get at you every chance he could get.

"Wow, L/n, I'm surprised you haven't melted yet." James said later one evening at an Order meeting.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, "Meaning?"

"Meaning my burning hatred towards you, I was expecting you to have skedaddled out of here."

You gave him a weird look, "Well, that genuinely made no sense, Potter. Now excuse me." You said, returning to your conversation with Remus.

James grumbled, turning towards his best mate, "Moony! Stop hanging out with her!"

Remus let out an exasperated sigh, "Listen, Prongs, I love having you as a friend, truly I do, but if you're going to keep this up, I won't hesitate to hex your arse off the planet."

James stared at his best friend, dumbfounded, while you doubled over laughing.

"Moony," James muttered out hollowly, "How could you? You're my best friend!" He accused Remus in an over dramatic manner.

"And Y/n is also a friend of mine."

This threw James off completely, "She's WHAT!?"

"A friend. She was nothing but polite to me throughout school and I have no reason to be rude to her."

You shot Remus a smile of gratitude before moving your gaze to James, eyes turning cold as you stood up.

"I love to annoy you, truly, but I find it unfair how you're always taking out what most of my house has done against me. Not everyone is the same. I'm not like them." You breathed out, your voice wavering near the end.

James suddenly felt a weird sensation wash over him and he watched you turn around and go.

"Mate," James looked at his friend, his attention snapping from you to Remus, "You don't need to be so mean to her. She has gone through a lot."

James scoffed loudly, "I doubt that."

Remus gave his friend an expression of what looked like pity and exasperation. He patted James on the shoulder before walking away. James stood there, lost within his own thoughts. He shook his head vigorously after a few seconds.

No, to him you were merely one of them. You were from a family of death eaters. You were from the house that turned out all the dark wizards. You were just one of them and nothing more. And he hated them all.

"I hate you." He whispered.

Although, James' perception about you would be challenged as the next Order mission would bring an unexpected twist.

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A/N: Ok, so I had this idea of this one scene and I was planning on just a oneshot but instead I decided to go ahead and make a mini series, just so I can write more about James and Reader in this enemies to lovers sort of trope. I've never really written for James before, so I hope you all liked it and stay tuned for the next one because it's going to be good! Love you all and take care! <33

Love, Serina ❤

[soupyloopyx]

James: what do you guys do when you're home alone? Remus: cry as loud as i want to Sirius: actually eat food Regulus: wear the clothes i want to and act how i want Peter: i... i just listen to music and bake, are you guys ok??

[m4tt13w0rld]

drarry fic where draco malfoy can cast a patronus, but pretends he can't because it matches harry's. what happens when he actually has to use it?

[solosolace]

Bruce is going punch Lucius Malfoy Idk when or where i just know it will happen because BatDad is going protect his Birds.

I got the idea because as one does i was spinning in circles and made an au in my head of my au where Bruce goes to Hogwarts to have a parent teacher meeting with Snape McGonagall and Dumbledore with the Malfoys because His kids got into a fight with Draco and Lucius was a bitch about it and called Bruce a pathetic muggle and insulted/threated his kids so Bruce beat the shit out of him.

So i think it would be fun. because the bat is always ready to beat someone. The teachers realize where the boys get their anger from.

[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 :)

[my-castles-crumbling]

Prompt: Why are you carrying a duck?

Regulus had learned to not ask questions.

Dating James Potter had its....unique qualities, and looking the other way when he and his friends were wreaking havoc was one of them. Remus had advised him long ago to just ignore it, as that gave him plausible deniability.

But this time, he just...couldn't. He couldn't leave well enough alone. He had to ask.

"James...James...Potter!" He yelled at a frantic-looking James, who was currently running across the grounds, arms full and head swiveling.

"Don't ask..." Dorcas muttered next to him, not even looking up from her book.

But he couldn't not ask. He left the spot where the rest of his friends were studying and ran up to James, who was now walking slowly around by the edge of the lake, muttering 'Pads? Where are you?' clearly looking for something.

"James!" he said again, this time finally gaining the older boy's attention.

"Erm...yes, Reg?" James responded, obviously trying to look innocent but failing miserably.

Regulus sighed. "Why are you holding a duck, James."

James shifted from foot to foot, the struggling animal still flapping a bit in his arms. "Erm...what if I said this hasn't always been a duck? And...this isn't the only not-duck currently wandering the grounds?"

Regulus stared, taking in James's words, before exhaling sharply. "Never mind. I don't want to know."

And he returned to his spot with Dorcas.

[nevermindigotthis]

Oooookay, so in my quest to find a Drarry fic I like I came up with my own idea. Basically, instead of Harry, Ron and Hermione all being captured (during the war), Harry manages to draw attention so only he is captured and manages to hide his face (similarly to what Hermione does). He gets taken to the manor and Draco is asked to identify him. Harry is absolutely sure Draco knows it’s him, but Draco hesitates to say so. In that moment, Harry gets a Voldemort vision: Voldemort has found the Elderwand. However, Voldemort also sees what Harry sees, which is Draco, with the absolute certainty that Draco knows it‘s him and isn‘t saying anything.

So Voldemort returns to Malfoy manor absolutely PISSED and accuses Draco of treason and starts torturing him while Narcissa tries to reason with him. Voldemort demands all Malfoys prove their loyalty by torturing Draco with Cruciatus. Bellatrix does not hesitate. Lucius is reluctant, but too afraid to resist, so he complies. Narcissa begs that he‘s her son and she just can‘t. Haven’t decided if he kills her for it.

Then Voldemort turns to Harry, who doesn‘t want to die and tells Voldmort that he‘s a horcrux so he won‘t be killed (Hermione figured it out earlier). Voldemort tortures him a bit too and then throws the both of them in the cellars of the Manor. Which is where this picture comes in (with a lot more humor than the fic would have).

I haven‘t decided how this would end (apart from Drarry, lol), but the glorious escape would entail Harry realizing Draco is the master of the Elderwand and them using that fact to escape. Now that I think about it though, Voldemort torturing Draco would probably make him the master… eh, I haven‘t figured it out yet.

But enjoy the image, because writing is hard and I probably will never actually write this fic.