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Unraveling the Mysteries: A Gameplay Review of the Keeper’s Trial in Hogwarts Legacy

Explore the Keeper’s Trial in Hogwarts Legacy with our in-depth gameplay review. Discover puzzles, combat tips, and narrative insights. Share your experience now!

Few games have managed to capture the magical essence of the wizarding world quite like Hogwarts Legacy. As players delve into the secrets of ancient magic, the first major milestone, the Keeper’s Trial, sets the stage for an unforgettable journey. The meticulous buildup, intricate puzzles, and challenging combat make this trial a standout moment in the game. If you’re curious about how Hogwarts…

[cetuscorvus]

Played around with Outfit Studio save files and was able to apply different textures to starting outfit to be in the first cutscene 8D

Now Marty can rock his Howl-esque outfit with maximum immersion from the beginning.

0 - doesn't apply to anything, but the others (1-3,4) are for your saved characters from top to bottom of the list in the menu.

You need to compile your colors and textures in your game with your collections full, mind that you have to use the same model of clothing as the beginners set (Common Victorian Garb). Then duplicate the file from earlier save in place for the one with correct number before creating the new character.

And with that I can finally drop collectible-unlocking mod, because with it being out of date new twitch drops are not showing in the collections on new save.

[cursedonyx]

I read the post about students reacting to mc dying in their arms. You should do the professors (including Black)

Thank you for the ask! 💚

Hogwarts Legacy Professors React to MC Dying in Their Arms

Link to student reactions here

⚠️Content warning for Death and Body Horror Below the Cut⚠️

Professor Hecat

Dina Hecat had rarely found herself as impressed with a student as she was with you. Your tenacity, your aptitude for magic, your ability to pick up new and complex defensive magic was unmatched, though Sebastian made a valiant effort to maintain a solid second place behind you. Such was your prowess that Dina thought you might make an excellent Auror, and determined to tutor you privately once you expressed an interest. It was a thrill to begin with, to teach you all the tips and tricks an Auror might need in their arsenal, you picking them all up as if it was as easy as breathing, to the point that Dina grew complacent.

She’d heard tales of your exploits during your fifth year, of course, and fought beside you during the Battle for the Repository. She was confident that you could handle anything thrown at you, and you impressed her over and over and over. But all it took was one tiny misstep, one foot wrong, and all her Ministry training and the reason behind it was thrown into sharp relief.

The troll was supposed to be an easy dispatch. You’d defeated one when you were brand new to magic, after all. Dina had taught you an advanced form of confringo, or at least, she’d taught you the theory. It was a powerful spell, a short step below feindfyre, and she was eager to see it in practice. But the troll had flung its club just as you began the incantation, and everything went wrong. You were distracted as it flew towards Dina, and you lost control of the spell.

The resulting inferno was too much for mere aguamenti, and there was nothing Dina could do but wait for the flames to die down, listening to you scream as you blundered about in the middle of the fire, unable to find a way out. When the smoke cleared, all that was left of you was a charred skeleton, your clawed hand leaving sooty streaks on her skin as she took it, hoping that this was some kind of nightmare, some kind of illusion or hallucination, anything but brutal, cold reality.

There was an investigation, of course. Why was a seventh-year student out fighting trolls? Why was this student doing so under the instruction of a faculty member that should have known better? Why had this professor allowed things to get so out of control?

Dina avoided Azkaban for her neglect by a narrow margin, but she had to give up her teaching post. She passed a little over a year later, having drunk herself to death, unable to cope with the guilt.

Professor Ronen

Abraham Ronen had always had such a love of fun and games, determined to make each of his classes a joy for his students. Yes, he recycled ideas through the terms, a large timetable in his office holding large lists of games he could incorporate that was appropriate for each year of Charms classes. But even so, after several years in his position, he found these games began to grow repetitive, and he wanted to liven things up.

That’s where you came in. Your ingenuity was famous throughout Hogwarts for a reason, and so he called on you one day after class, requesting your assistance in thinking up new games to play. He gave you a list of the spells he was to teach his seventh-year students, promising to waive your homework for a month if you helped out. You took to the task like a kappa to water, assailing Abraham with a variety of ‘games’ that would help the other students learn. The problem was, most of your games involved far too much risk for his liking, including trying to steal a dragon egg. Despite your protestations that you knew where to find one, Abraham wasn’t having it. But he’d promised, and you’d promised, and a deal was a deal.

So extreme were your ideas that when you proposed the still dangerous but comparatively tame idea of delayed-action bombarda combined with glacius, Abraham thought the idea of students running through a booby-trapped field, freezing the latent explosive spells, was a positively marvellous idea.

The students were less keen. They, unexposed to your particular brand of fun, saw the folly in such a practice. But you, determined that everyone should have fun, decided to be the first across the field. Abraham realised far too late just how foolish this game was, and had barely raised his wand as you danced across the minefield before disaster struck, and you were blown apart.

He tried his best to gather the pieces of you that rained down. A severed foot here, a shattered forearm there, holding his robes like an apron and gathering you up. It was futile, of course, for once a witch or wizard’s head is detached from their body, even the very best healers only have a few seconds to make it right.

He could never get that image out of his mind. One moment you were smiling, laughing, joking, teasing the others for their hesitancy, and the next you were in bits, everything that you were tumbling from the sky in slow motion. Every student in that class was scarred for life, set to fail their Charms NEWTs, fifty promising careers suddenly thrown down the toilet. Abraham resigned in shame, and did not go home to his wife. He wandered until he became lost, and lost himself until he found a cliff. Only by shattering himself on the rocks below could he find some form of atonement for his sins.

Professor Sharp

Aesop Sharp had always preferred to be somewhat gruff and stern. It kept his pupils in line, and his firm but fair approach ensured that everyone that took his classes passed with good marks, even if they had a tendency to blow things up, a practice he’d secretly taken to calling “doing a Garreth.” You, on the other hand, slipped past his guard. Maybe it was your incredible aptitude for offensive and defensive magic, or perhaps it was your endearing wit and charm. It could have been your happy-go-lucky nature, your ability to smile no matter how dire things seemed to be, always poking fun at yourself before anyone else. He found himself growing fond of you, thinking of you as some kind of wayward nibling.

He still had to give you detentions on occasion, of course, because even you couldn’t cheek the Potions Master and get away with it, no matter how well-intentioned your words had been. He found such hours to be more of a delight than a chore, happy to talk to you about anything and everything, even laughing a little as you revealed some of the mischief you’d gotten up to, things he’d normally give more detentions for.

One evening in the dungeons, you were cheerfully scrubbing out the cauldrons, and you asked him about is days as an Auror. You told him about an Ashwinder camp you’d caught wind of, and how you wished you could eradicate them. Aesop knew he should report it to Officer Singer and keep you out of it, but hell, he’d seen you fight, and there was something in him that yearned for that spark of excitement that came with defeating his enemies. He suggested travelling with you to wipe them out, considering it worth at least three detentions. You joked that this meant you had two free passes to be cheeky in class, and he told you not to push your luck.

If only he’d known. If only he’d taken a moment to think. If only he’d listened to his Auror instincts that told him this was a bad idea.

You’d both crept up on the camp, wands at the ready. There weren’t many of them, but enough to pose a bit of a challenge. Aesop had every confidence in you, he knew your skills after all, but unfortunately, the Ashwinders did as well. The moment they saw you, they didn’t bother with their typical hexes. They knew enough about you to know they couldn’t waste a second if they wanted to live. Three Killing Curses were sent your way, and one found its mark.

Aesop thought he knew loss when his partner was killed in Scarborough, but this was something else. Watching the light go out of your eyes, the ghost of your last, confident smile on your face, broke him like nothing had broken him before. He didn’t even try to resist when the Ashwinders took him, snatching his wand and throwing him in a cage along with the kneazles they’d poached. He couldn’t get the image of you out of his mind, your still body lying amid the debris of the Forbidden Forest, already ignored and forgotten by your foes, left for whatever scavengers crept through the night to feast. He refused food and water as he was dragged from one end of the country to the other, kept prisoner by those that had killed you. It took weeks to kill him, but one morning, lying on the floor of that cold, hard cage, he just didn’t wake up.

Professor Black

Phineus Nigellus Black preferred to let the students of Hogwarts think he was a cold-hearted, pompous bastard. It was much easier to work this way, easier to make the tough decisions a Headmaster of Hogwarts needed to make. Budget cuts, cancelling quidditch, extending exam season and banning Hogsmeade visits to ensure student safety was easier to weather if his heart was already hardened to the complaints and cries of woe, the bitter mutters, the whispered insults, the playground songs made up to poke fun at him. Yes, it hurt, but he was better than that. Stronger. Prouder. He had a job to do, after all, and Merlin only knew the previous Headmaster had left a hellish mess for him to set right. He had to be hard to be kind. He preferred not to pay attention to those around him, erecting a hard wall around his heart.

You, however… you were different. He heard about what you did in your fifth year, and though he found it hard to believe at first, he paid a bit more attention to you as time went by, and found the tales of your prowess were, if anything, undersold. Phineas made an effort in your final year to take you under his wing, seeing a potential candidate for the position of Minister for Magic in your future. He wanted to teach you the finer points of politics and bootlicking, introduce you to the right people, like the Gaunts, the Blacks, the Malfoys and more to give you the boost you needed to clamber up that slippery ladder. The only gifts he knew how to give.

You were resistant, of course. What kind of firecracker would you be if you weren’t? Phineas relished the challenge, demanding more and more of your free time until you began to understand just what kind of privileges came along with knowing the right people and scratching the right backs. Ominis knew it and used it to his advantage perhaps less than he should have done, but this seemed to tip the scales in Phineas' favour, and you finally began to listen and learn from his wise tutelage. He found himself swelling with pride as you whipped about your newfound allegiances, terrifying students and teachers alike, reining you in when you frightened Hobhouse so much he wet himself, his scolding gentle and warm. He might have had five children, but you showed promise.

Unfortunately, even the shrewd and clever Phineas couldn’t have foreseen the simple dangers of existing in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He’d taken you to the trophy room, waxing lyrical about the famous witches and wizards that had come through Hogwarts, pointing out their accolades with relish, his hand on your shoulder, a rare and affectionate gesture of genuine pride. He told you that you could achieve just as much, perhaps more, if you applied all your skills and knowledge in the right ways. He even smiled at you, and his eyes were warm.

You asked to see a particularly bright medal on a high shelf, and Phineas, taking a leaf out of your muggleborn book, decided to give the other life a try, just for once. If a muggleborn could be as impressive as you, perhaps he didn’t have to use magic for everything. He tried to reach the medal by hand, even climbing on the shelf to do so, smiling as it made you laugh. He climbed down, medal in hands, his brow furrowing as your face grew ashen. The next moment, you had barrelled into him, throwing him out of the way of the falling shelf.

By the time he picked himself up, scolding you for your behaviour, it was too late. The falling shelves and shattered glass had crushed you, slashing your neck. By the time Phineas realised you weren’t just pratting about like you usually did, you’d bled out, your skin pale, your eyes wide and unseeing. Phineas sat on the floor beside your corpse, holding your fingers closed over the medal that read:

Most Impressive Display of Honour.

Professor Garlick

Mirabel Garlick had endured her share of enamoured students, villagers, and even fellow professors in her time. She dealt with it all with the grace and decorum that was expected of such a sunny personality, treating all and sundry with the same level of ardent attention and big, bright smiles. She had a soft spot for you though, someone who appreciated magical plants for the marvels they were. She didn’t mind when you stayed after class to quiz her on the less known properties of pufferpods or the right way to tamp down earth around a mandrake to ensure maximum comfort. She’d heard all about your little adventure to see the giant venomous tentacula, and had been curious about your knowledge ever since.

She was more than happy to help you grow your plants bigger and better than what the school board advised. She even cleared out Greenhouse Four for your personal use, encouraging you to grow things most students would only ever see if they were extremely unlucky. But she trusted you. She believed you knew what you were doing, swept up by your enthusiasm, tempted by her own curiosity to see just how far you could push your skills.

So it was that the pair of you ended up breeding a new kind of Devil’s Snare, one that was resistant to light and heat. It took time, and though you both occasionally wondered what the purpose of such a plant would be, you were too excited by the prospect of your experiments bearing fruit to worry about consequences. Mirabel should have known better. The only defence against a Devil’s Snare is light and heat, and both of you pushed away thoughts of protection against such a thing. It seemed playful, intelligent, happy.

It was early on a Saturday morning when Mirabel decided to look in on Greenhouse Four. It was only by chance that she had decided to do so, and she would spend the rest of her life wishing she had been five minutes sooner. She saw the Devil’s snare distract you with dancing tendrils as it had so many times before, only this time, you were too close. It wrapped you up faster than a spider wraps a fly, crushing the life from you. No matter how many incendios she cast, no matter how much she shouted and beat at it, even conjuring a torch to hold against the vines, all it did was hurt you more as it crushed the life from you, each snap of your ribs loud above your gasping breaths, the crunch of your spine grinding in her ears, the blood from your nose splattering on the floor as your lungs punctured, your eyes bulging out of their sockets. Even still you fought to draw breath until there was no more room in your chest.

Mirabel had never felt so helpless. She sank to her knees, waiting as the Devil’s Snare took you into its core to feed upon your corpse. She didn’t resist when the vines caressed her face, then wrapped around her throat, her wand lying forgotten on the floor of Greenhouse Four.

Professor Fig

Eleazar Fig had always had a soft spot for you. He’d watched you grow from a novice to a master in the space of a year, popular and clever, beloved by your peers and professors alike. He always made sure to make time for you in his office, sharing a cup of tea as you discussed your past adventures, gossiped about the students, or just had a jolly good chinwag. You both shared a love of adventure, and made time at least once a month to get up to mischief, whether it was investigating old ruins, clearing out mongrel dens, or just running the occasional errand for those in need. You delighted in having your mentor along for the ride, and he adored helping you where he could.

Unfortunately for you, your exploits over the years made you enemies. Though you helped a good many people and made plenty of friends, there were those that were hard done by when you stole from them or caused them trouble on behalf of someone else. Eleazar knew this, and made sure to continually warn you to watch your back, clucking like a mother hen. Perhaps he warned you too much, his words of caution becoming background noise as you continually avoided retribution for your misdeeds. Eleazar did his best to keep you safe all the same, ardently researching your enemies and eliminating plots before they came to fruition.

But after almost a year of no schemes against you, he dared to relax. He invited you out to lunch at Steepley and Sons, intending to enjoy a quiet cup of tea, some nice sandwiches, and perhaps even a slice of cake, his treat, of course. He wanted to catch up properly, to make sure you were happy, on top of your homework, getting on with your friends. You wanted to know how he was coping after Miriam’s passing, if he was back on the scene, how his work as a teacher was going, and can he please get you out of detention with Professor Sharp?

Neither of you expected after all this time there were still those that held a grudge. The young wizard helping Mrs Steepley was actually an Ashwinder, and they poisoned your cup of tea. It took a moment to take effect, but once it did, the only way to save you was locked away in Hogwarts Castle. Even accio couldn’t have got the antidote to you in time.

Eleazar watched as your face went ashen, seemingly sinking in on itself as you clawed at your throat. He caught you as you listed sideways, his eyes locked on yours, trying to comfort you, soothe you as you struggled to draw breath, not even a pin able to pass through the tightness of your throat. Your nails left bloody furrows on your neck, your feet kicking feebly even as someone ran for J Pippin’s, hoping he’d be able to help. Eleazar knew better. He just held you as your body jerked, the last of your life sliding through his fingers as he tried oh so hard to hold on to it, begging you silently to just hold on a little longer. You were all he had, the last spark of joy in his cold, dark life. Once you were gone, there was nothing left for him. A swift unforgivable curse delivered to his temple as he lay in his chamber was enough to ensure he could see you and Miriam again.

witchdoctorpirate ~💚

[gameblogt]

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[peculiarbluerose]

Hogwarts Legacy - Tips and Tricks

WARNING: May contain spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy

Personal experience, this does not reference videos

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• You can skip most of the dialogue if you don't want to hear it again (since you can't skip the tutorial segment of the game). You can do this with triangle (PlayStation), RMB (PC), or Y button (Xbox)

• Keep stocked up on Wiggenweld potions. These, even though they don't do a lot, will help you immensely.

• Thunderbrew is useful against the Graphorn. It makes storm clouds float above the player and damages nearby enemies.

• Don't worry; Sebastian, Natty and Poppy can take care of themselves and they don't have health bars. You don't have to worry about them.

• The RoR is SO useful, it's not even funny. After a quest with Deek, you'll have vivariums to maintain beasts, and you can get materials from them. This place also allows you to identify unidentified gear, upgrade gear, brew potions, grow magical plants, and you can customize it. Love this place.

• It's impossible to stop Sebastian from doing anything; just be careful how you respond. You'll see, if you don't already know what I'm talking about.

• You cannot be "evil" in the game, canonically. You can just be an absolute sleazeball, though. Don't worry, you'll keep your friends (somehow).

• Speaking of dialogue, your actions really don't have much impact on anything. Of course, it will influence how characters react to you, but there's really no consequences for your responses.

• Speaking of consequences, there's none of you use an unforgivable curse. If you're on PC, there's an Azkaban mod that allows you to be caught with dark magic and sent to Azkaban, just in case you want more realism.

• As for realism, you don't actually have a curfew. You can walk around all willy-nilly in the middle of the night with no repercussions. The person who made the Azkaban mod has a curfew mod that allows you to get caught at night, if you want the extra challenge.

• No, I'm not sponsored.

• Solomon Sallow will hate you regardless of your actions. You're friends with Sebastian, that's why. Don't take it personally.

• Brooms fly faster than hippogriffs, but hippogriffs ascend and descend faster than brooms.

• Rare events occur, such as the train at King's Cross Station arriving and leaving, the kraken saying hello in the lake (scripted event during the flying class), a suit of armor getting annoyed with another and turns the aggressive nudge into full-blown murder, amongst other things.

• Unsure what it is, but sometimes you'll find a ridiculous amount of dark witches and wizards in and around the Forbidden Forest... They won't hurt you, and you can't hurt them, but they're there.

• Speaking of the Forbidden Forest, there are a LOT of spiders. If you don't like them, are scared of them, have arachnophobia, etc., there's an "arachnophobia mode" in the settings, so they're less scary. Alternatively, there's a PC mod that turns them into burgers. This is good if you don't even want a slight resemblance of a spider in the arachnophobia mode.

• No, I'm not sponsored

• Sometimes, NPCs will describe you based on your hogwarts house (this can be seen in the "Minding Your Own Business" DLC quest in Hogsmeade)

• All four houses have their own quests (though they tie in to the same character and quest at the end).

• There are plenty of Easter eggs referencing the movies (one being the Shrieking Shack on the map in Hogsmeade where the Old Fool house is, just on the outskirts of Hogsmeade).

• Don't worry, Ravenclaw, you don't have to answer riddles every time you want to enter your common room.

That's all I got, homies

(P.S. Slytherin is the best house -from a very unbiased Slytherin)

[theladyofshalott1989]

Hello.. 👋🏻

I read your answer about the motivation to write with low engagement and want to thank you for your words, because I currently struggle a little with this topic.

I love to write, always have, but beeing in the HL fandom helped me to (more or less) consistently write and publish something. For the last months I changed from writing mainly little snippets, to focus on my long fic, because I finally want to put everything on paper, that lingers in my mind. 😅

And I will keep writing, because it has become very personal and some sort of healing for me.

But from time to time I struggle, because I think it's not good enough. There are people who read it, but barely any engagement. And I want to learn and become better so badly.

Sometimes I think, it's because my first language isn't English and I can't convey all the feelings with my translation. But then, it's not that the original is doing so much better.. 😅

I'm sorry for venting to you and it feels a little weird because I don't want to fish for compliments.😅

But maybe you have some tricks up your sleeve that can help with the feeling to be not good enough? Or writing better in general? 😊

Hi! Thank you so much for your ask. First off, you are not alone. Your feelings are valid and shared by many, myself included. <3 I am so glad that HL brought you back to writing. It was the same for me too, and I will also be forever grateful for that. Before I share my practical tips, I want to establish that engagement does not always equal quality. It could FOR SURE (I am not calling out anyone here!), but, like with all things, certain tropes/pairings/topics are more popular in one fandom than the next. Sometimes someone started writing at the perfect time, usually right when a new fandom pops up, or they are uber talented and can provide not only a story but also fan art! Those people blow my mind and I have so much respect for them.

But I digress! Onto the practical tips... Keeping in mind that I do not always follow my own advice, so typing this up is making me laugh at myself. (It's good to laugh at yourself sometimes though.) 1. Pick up another hobby so writing isn't your only one. For me, it's classes at my local gym. IMO, an active hobby is the most helpful because the endorphin rush helps a lot. 2. Set a day aside each week where you do not go online at all. I did this during peak Covid, and it was so therapeutic. Our minds are not designed to be constantly on. We need a break from social media and the internet every so often. 3. If you can, find a small group of buddies and interact with them. <3 My HL buds keep me sane a lot of the time. They're lovely people too and they've introduced me to other fandoms as well. 4. Block tags and/or blogs you're not interested in seeing. I have only blocked one blog (I'll be transparent here: it's the Hogwarts: Legacy Confessions blog, just for my own personal sanity; no hate toward the creators at all), but I block a lot of tags for personal reasons, and it really does help a lot.

5. Have you tried a review exchange? On Reddit there are groups that swap and review each others' stories. I've done this a few times for some of my one-shots and it's great! You can even specify if you want critique (or not). I can send you links to these subreddits if you wish. Just let me know! I really hope these tips help. Also, please never apologize for venting. Putting yourself out there creatively is a very vulnerable thing; it's only natural to be upset when you feel like you don't get out what you put in. <3

My messages are always open too. Please don't hesitate to reach out!

[sunnyrealist]

🌻 Kate Mayflower, My Beautiful OC, and the Inspiration for Her Little Cottage 🌻

I want to share some pictures and details about my gal!

Kate Mayflower is from my Hogwarts Legacy fanfic The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars. The story begins on the night of Kate's 24th birthday when she meets 25-year-old Sebastian Sallow. He is, sadly, quite alone in the world and truly needs the love of a good woman. Kate is a great match for him at this point in his life. Though they fall in love rather quickly, they face many challenges together on the road to happily ever after.

These are some AI-generated photos of Kate in front of her home. She lives alone just outside of Hogsmeade in a tiny, cute, and cozy cottage. There are several reasons she chose to move there, but a big one was that she was starting her job at Hogwarts as the assistant librarian. Her goals are to become head librarian (if only Agnes Scribner would retire...) and to open her own bookshop in town. You can probably tell from these pictures that Kate is sweet and romantic. Some other words to describe her: intelligent, witty, mischievous (never with ill-intent), funny, charming, friendly, and open-minded.

I searched for a long time on Pinterest to find ideas of what Kate's cottage might look like. This is the closest I could find to what I picture in my head!

Kate is talented at cooking and baking. When she was a Hufflepuff at Hogwarts, she spent a great deal of time in the kitchens learning some tips and tricks from the house elves. She learned some great charms for preserving food, as well as ones that can keep food hot or cold. She enjoys trying new recipes, even ones that are more "exotic" when she can procure international ingredients. She likes to use ingredients from her garden - nothing goes to waste! Sebastian is always impressed by her home-cooked meals. She also loves gardening and tending to plants, reading, drawing, and visiting with family and friends. She has not traveled much but wants to explore the world. The following are some pictures from Pinterest that helped me to envision what her cottage and garden might look like.

I also wanted to showcase some commissions from @giselsann-opencommissions that show certain areas of the cottage: the entryway into the home, bathroom, and bedroom. I think she did a great job of using the reference images!

[robo-ruby]

There’s a lot being said about Hogwarts Legacy pretty much everywhere, but what’s being left out of the discussion are the many organizations and sites who are actively promoting and profiting off its release.

Sooner or later the discourse around this actively harmful, antisemitic, and transphobic game will die down. And when it does, several places will continue to profit by offering walkthroughs, tips and tricks, opinion pieces, let’s plays, and other guides that support players.

I don’t know about the rest of you, but I want to know who saw the harm being done and looked the other way to help their bottom line.

This list is not complete and doesn’t include streamers, youtubers, and others I haven’t had time to track down. Please add whatever I’m missing!

IGN

GameInformer

Gamespot

ForTheWin

PC Gamer

GameRant

ScreenRant

CBR.com

Engadget

ClutchPoints

PlayStationLifestyle.net

DigitalTrends

Bloomberg

DailyMail

Forbes

CNN

USA Today

Fox News

CNET

Food Network

RadioTimes

[thestoner-aesthetic]

This game is probably my favorite single player game of all time. Usually im kinda like a shooter/racing/sport games guy, i rarely play RPG’s and when i do i get bored so quickly.

But hogwarts legacy hit so different to me. I finished the main quest and for the first time ever im excited to play the side quests and all these other challenges. Im also excited to complete the game at 100% and also get platinum.

One thing that is sure is that even tho i’ll finish the game i know im gonna be spending lots of hours capturing fantastic beasts and breed them. I'm also gonna be spending time reorganizing my room of requirement wich is my favorite room of the entire game.

In my opinion the dev’s have done a fantastic job, they nailed so much the magic of this beautiful world that Harry potter has. Everything is so beautifully crafted, the attention to so many little details, the scenery all around Hogwarts, the look of every seasons is amazing and really gets you in the mood of this universe.

I love the fact that i can go through the map without having to fight all of the time and just explore the beauty of all the places. At first when the game got delayed i was sad but i knew the wait would be worth. And it safe to say that every minute was worth the wait. It feels amazing to have a game that doesn't seem to have been rushed for its release like so many games I’ve played in the past couple years.

Also, im i the only one who’s kinda obssesed with the game right now? Like for the past two weeks my life has been almost 100% about this game. When i don’t play, im watching other people play. Im watching tips & tricks videos on YouTube and when im not watching videos about the game, im listening to the soundtrack on spotify.

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A Bird In The Hand Sundial Puzzle in Hogwarts Legacy with Our Expert Guide

If you're a fan of Hogwarts Legacy, you'll know that the game is filled with an array of puzzles to solve while you journey through the magical world. One such puzzle is the Sundial Ruin puzzle, which you'll come across during the final quest in Poppy Sweeting's storyline, A Bird in the Hand. In this comprehensive guide, we'll be providing step-by-step instructions to help you solve this puzzle and unlock the elusive treasure.

Solve A Bird In The Hand Sundial Puzzle

Starting the Puzzle To start the puzzle, you'll need to talk to Dorran the Centaur, who's located near the puzzle. Once you've had a chat with him, it's time to get started on solving the puzzle. Pay Attention to the Glowing Symbols As you approach the door, you'll notice that two symbols are glowing. These same symbols can also be found on circular plates on the ground. Your goal is to shine the light from the two movable ruins onto these symbols on the door. Three Ruin Towers in the Area There are three ruin towers in the area - one in the center and two on the rings surrounding the central ruin. The two rings can be moved using the Accio spell. By pressing the button on the central ruin, you'll make the other two ruins shed light. Moving the Towers with Accio Using the Accio spell, you can move the towers left or right by using the hook on them. It's crucial to pay attention to the positioning of the towers, as they need to be placed exactly on the circular rim within each ring. Solving the Puzzle To solve the puzzle, you'll need to reposition the tower on the outer ring and bring it to the back, near the door. Once you've done that, place it inside the circular rim, facing the opposite side of the symbol on the door. This will unlock the door, and you'll be able to claim your reward. In conclusion, solving the Sundial Ruin puzzle in Hogwarts Legacy's A Bird in the Hand quest can be a bit challenging, but with our guide, you'll have no problem getting to the treasure. If you enjoyed this guide, be sure to check out our other articles on Hogwarts Legacy for more tips and tricks." Also read: Pensieve Guardian In Hogwarts Legacy: A Comprehensive Guide Read the full article

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Hogwarts Legacy Weasley After Class Walkthrough

The Hogwarts Legacy Weasley After Class Walkthrough is your ultimate guide to exploring the wizarding world of Harry Potter like never before. In this game, players have the opportunity to join Fred and George Weasley on a series of exciting and mischievous adventures after class. With its engaging gameplay, challenging puzzles, and magical spells, this game is a must-play for fans of the Harry Potter franchise. Our walkthrough provides a comprehensive guide to completing each task, offering tips and tricks to help players succeed. Whether you're a seasoned player or a newcomer to the wizarding world, Weasley After Class guide is an essential resource for maximizing your gaming experience." In this walkthrough, we’ll guide you through the Main Story quest “Weasley After Class”, which will unlock Class Assignments, as well as continue the main story. We know that there are people who have a hard time finishing the Hogwarts Legacy game. If you are one of those who find it difficult to finish the game, let's take you to our Hogwarts Legacy guide.

Hogwarts Legacy Weasley After Class Walkthrough

Welcome to our Hogwarts Legacy Weasley After Class guide. In this walkthrough, we’ll guide you through the Main Story quest “Weasley After Class”, which will unlock Class Assignments, as well as continue the main story.#HogwartsLegacy Read the full article

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@fuyuu-suru-uzuki I was trying to follow Marc Brunet's video called "1 Year Plan to Learn to Draw" but as I said, for some reason it's harder to push myself to do the actual lessons even though they aren't actually hard. It's not like I'm learning a hard dance move or doing something more physical or analytical but I still find myself avoiding it. I'm currently using my sister's old Ipad pro 9 with procreate but I am trying to buy a display tablet for myself (idk which yet).

I've talked to a few artists and yeah the answer I just keep getting is that they've been drawing since they were kids and a lot of them went to art school. They do emphasize practice but in reality, I guess everyone's skills are different and as much as I want secret tips and tricks to get better, I'll just have to practice as much as I can.

I never thought about redrawing manga panels, I'll have to keep that in mind and find panels I would want to redraw. I'll make sure to check those youtubers and the book out as well.

Thanks! I might message you sometime then. I feel hella bad because I keep asking artists the same things/say the same things but it's really hard trying to learn something when you are depressed 😂 I just want to be able to draw my oc with other characters from Hogwarts Legacy now and when the next game comes out so I can join everyone because I will definitely feel left out if I can't. I never really cared much about stuff like that until recently so it's another thing that's changed.

It was only that artist that made me jealous, which is weird because I was able to look at her art for a while before then and even fangirl over them but now I can't even look at her art without feeling deeply jealous. I am kinda trying to get medicated so we'll see how that goes :)

Question: How much do you think I can improve in two years if my art looks like this?

These are the drawings I’ve done so far. The only one I actually like is my Hinata Hyuga one 😣 I haven’t done much since I haven’t been motivated….I started at the end of August. I wanted to do a lot more than this though…I wanted to work my ass off but I’ve been depressed and not motivated. I want to be decent by the time the next Hogwarts Legacy game comes out so I can draw fanart of my oc with Sebastian (as well as Ominis and Professor Sharp). The last two are for inktober since I’m trying to use that as motivation but that also means I kind of have to rush them. It takes me so much longer to draw things than it takes other artists 😭

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[HPHL] Jackson Knightly Moodboard

We can do what we're told, We can go where we're lead, But I learned from my father to see what's ahead! Nothing here to hold me, no one that I owe... Funny how a boy can grow! Funny how a city tells you when it's time to go!

~“My Petersburg,” from Anastasia the musical

Full profile under the cut! 💚

HOGWARTS LEGACY PROFILE (template inspired by @hogwartsmysterystory​)

Name: Jackson Lucas Knightly

Nicknames: Jack, Jackie, Jax, Jacko, Knightly

Blood Status: Half-Blood

House: Slytherin

Magical abilities: Wandless/wordless magic; (5th year on) Animagus (European adder with a white line on the left side of its lower jaw)

Wand: Ebony and Dragon Heartstring, 12 inches, temperamental

Personality: Witty, animated, sociable, curious, intelligent, resourceful, resilient, impractical, ambitious, rebellious, capricious, mercurial, flirtatious, overthinker, easily distracted, procrastinator

Myers Briggs Type: ENFP

Sexuality/Gender Identity: Gay / Cisgender Male

Birthday: May 29 (Gemini)

Appearance: Short wavy dark brown hair; bright "ocean blue” eyes with flecks of green, long-fingered hands; a rather youthful, boyish face; a small white scar on the left corner of his lower lip; a charming smile “so handsome it could belong to Lucifer himself, either before or after the fall”

History:

Jackson is the only child of disgraced witch Cassandra Knightly and her husband, a Muggle named John Eglinton. Cassandra was initially disowned by her family due to her becoming pregnant out of wedlock -- even her marrying John to try to protect her honor didn’t mend fences with her family, as the Knightlys never approved of Eglinton.

It seems they were right not to trust Eglinton, for when Cassandra felt the need to tell John that she and their son Jackson had magic (after Jackson at age nine had somehow managed to levitate himself completely off the ground after nearly falling out of a tree), Eglinton decided to try to capitalize on it. Knowing his wife wouldn’t approve and would probably try to stop him with her own magic, Eglinton kidnapped Jackson and fled the country so that he would be the sole person with control over Jackson’s life and activities.

Eglinton took Jackson to New York, where he used his son as a pawn in his scams as a supposed “spirit medium.” Eglinton got a lot of acclaim and money for his supposed “supernatural abilities,” which in truth were Jackson making things levitate or conjuring up things like flowers or fog with wandless and wordless magic.

Jackson was stuck marching to the rhythm of his father’s drum for several years before befriending a young Pureblood witch named Adelia Selwyn @that-ravenpuff-witch​, whose family lived in New York City. Adelia tipped her family off to young wizard Jackson being in the sole custody of his Muggle conman father, and the Selwyns (not being very keen on Muggles) tipped off the MACUSA. The MACUSA took Jackson into their custody and erased all memory of his magic from Eglinton’s memory, leaving him to try and fail to recreate the tricks he’d had his son do with magic and subsequently lose all credibility and fade into obscurity and poverty. Despite how amiable Jackson generally is, he feels no pity whatsoever for his father’s fate and if pressed would have to admit he doesn’t even care if Eglinton is still alive or not.

Jackson was subsequently returned to his mother Cassandra in England and the following year was allowed to finally start attending Hogwarts. He was delighted to find his friend from New York, Adelia, in his year and house, and the two soon became very close confidants.

When he arrived at school, his talent for wandless and wordless magic without training and marked affinity for ancient magics in particular got Jackson a lot of attention. Jackson doesn’t dislike the attention, but he’s of the opinion that there’s so much more he can learn and do, so no one should think he’s going to be satisfied just being where he’s at. Now that he has access to all of this knowledge and magic, he wants to take the Wizarding World by storm!

Other Facts:

Jackson fashion-wise would be considered a “dandy” in the vein of Oscar Wilde. Expect a lot of tailored jackets, embroidered vests, thin-legged trousers, and perfectly tied ascots.

Jackson’s best subjects tend to be “flashy” subjects like Defense Against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, and Transfiguration, though because of his talent for ancient magics, he is actually rather capable at History of Magic as well. His worse subjects tend to be “quieter” subjects like Potions and Herbology.

Although Jackson’s a charmer, he’s actually very hard to woo as a lover given his tendency to overthink people’s intentions and growing up with a hyper-masculine and therefore rather homophobic father. Jackson’s very friendly and a total flirt, but he’s actually a lot more sensitive than his witty, rebellious, affable air would first suggest.

One of Jackson’s dreams is to one day own and tame a dragon, specifically a Hebridian Black. In the meantime he’s contented himself with adopting a black cat familiar, who he calls Lenore.

Jackson is very fond of poetry, especially the works of Edgar Allen Poe, Oscar Wilde, Lord Byron, and Robert Browning.

One of his loftiest ambitions is to become Minister for Magic, though he’s also quite fancied the thought of becoming an actor, Dragonologist, or Cursebreaker. No matter what, he wants to do things his way and ruffle a few feathers along the way. Because hey, f*** the system, right?

Jackson has undiagnosed ADHD -- he’s pretty much always moving and always thinking, and his brain never really turns off. It also makes it difficult for him to finish projects and causes him to procrastinate and forget important details and deadlines.

One of Jackson’s special talents is public speaking -- if you need someone to help you give a presentation or convince someone else of something, Jackson is your guy. He pretty quickly finds a comfortable position as a Quidditch commentator during Inter-House Quidditch matches.

Jackson is the sort of person to add monikers onto just about everyone’s names and/or give people affectionate “titles,” i.e. “my dear [name here]” or “my [adjective here] friend.” He also frequently sticks to “Mr./Miss/Ms./Professor/whatever [surname]” until he considers you a friend, at which point he will definitely give you a nickname or two. (His best friend Adelia Selwyn’s are “Addy” and “Lia.” For male friends, he’ll sometimes just call them by their surnames, though he just as frequently will call them other nicknames too.)

Face Claim: James McAvoy (specifically in the film Becoming Jane)

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MAREN LINWOOD  is TWENTY-TWO YEARS OLD and a BARMAID at THE FOUNTAIN OF FAIR FORTUNE in HORIZONT ALLEY. She looks remarkably like LILI REINHART and considers herself aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. She is currently TAKEN. 

One of the most beautiful performers in the wizarding world, Maren Linwood is a relatively undiscovered gem living and working at The Fountain of Fair Fortune in Horizont Alley. The youngest born of single mother, CHRISSIE LINWOOD, Maren was raised in Barnet at the wild and bohemian Linwood Lodge. Ran by her mother, grandma AILEEN LINWOOD and her eldest sister ADAIRIA when she was home from boarding school, Linwood Lodge was the perfect playground for a young and artistic child. Each new day brought strange travelers into her home and allowed Maren to pick up tricks from the outlandish guests. Maren was taught how to sing in French and Italian from an opera singer who took up a residency with them for a while and pirouette and plié from a famed travelling ballerina who stopped in from time to time. Their grandma constantly lectured Maren and her older sister LAUREL about bothering the guests, but with each new person came a wild story they always seemed more than happy to share. As guests rotated and Maren grew, she learned more about herself. She was a passionate entertainer, regularly running around the boarding house, singing and dancing for the guests and her family. 

Whenever Maren began pulling her costumes out of her dressing up box she saw a hesitancy in her mother she never quite understood. Her grandma and her sisters embraced the creative side of the youngest member of the Linwood clan and although Chrissie clapped and smiled, there was something missing. Due to her confidence Maren was the lead in all her school plays, from nativities to fun productions she organised in her later years at Cherry Tree Primary School. Whilst all the other parents laughed and cried, Chrissie always seemed still. It was a similar stillness she had whenever Maren asked about her father. Whilst Adaria remembered him and refused to speak about him and Laurel had fading memories, Maren had nothing. Not even a name. Her grandma referred to him as ‘that man’ or ‘the mistake’ which could only gesture in a negative opinion. Despite the fact that Laurel was mostly just as curious about their father as she was, Laurel had no interest in asking questions about who he was or why he left. As Maren would walk to school each day, hand in hand with her mother, she wondered what had happened that would make her dad want to run away and leave them. She briefly questioned if it was something to do with her before Chrissie quickly shut her down on the topic. 

Her father was a bad man and that was all she needed to know. It was this “badness” that swirled in Maren’s mind and created pictures and scenarios of who he was and why he left. Much to her horror, one day Maren believed she had found the answer. As she argued with her grandma about the television set, the glass vase on the mantelpiece broke. Cracking clean in two and dropping to the floor. It was an odd occurrence but one which regularly happened whenever she got angry. Given her family were normal Maren had chalked it up to her dad and his “badness”. Maren worried about it constantly, so much so that one day she wailed and worried so much she tripped out the electricity in their house and ran to her mother in floods of tears. Maren had been right about one thing. Her strange gifts were from her father but it wasn’t a badness, it was something far more magical. The day Maren found out she was a witch time stood still. Despite what she had experienced, Maren was completely caught off guard and when she discovered her sisters were also witches. The youngest of the brood, Maren was the last to fly the nest to Hogwarts, a school which existence had been kept from her. Believing her sisters had simply been attending boarding school in Scotland, arriving at the castle was like nothing she could have imagined. 

Sitting under the sorting hat, Maren waited for quite some time as the hat debated where to place her, whispering in her ear about her talent, creativity and legacy before announcing her proudly in Gryffindor. Having been given a crash course on the train of the houses by Laurel, she was happy to be joining the same house as her sister but was surprised to be placed in a house of bravery. Nevertheless, Maren was happy with her placement. Gryffindor was filled with friendly and loud personalities, though amongst them she found fellow soft flowers in the form of GILFRED ABBOTT and AURORA SINISTRA who became her best friends. Gilfred and Aurora understood Maren and were her rocks during the difficult years that followed. An artistic soul, Maren loved to perform and was a staple in choir from first year where she became the subject of bullying by older student ELEANOR YAXLEY. The former star of the show, Eleanor didn’t take too kindly to Maren stealing her limelight and quickly branded her as enemy number one and bullied her mercilessly with the help of VIOLET BULSTRODE. Although known for her kindness, Maren was not afraid to stand up for herself, making friends with fellow choir members ELENA DIGBY and EMILIA GREY, letting the comments roll off her as best as she was able. 

But Eleanor and Violet were simply the tip of the iceberg, a gang of purist Slytherins regularly descended upon Maren, doing their best to make her crack and crumble. Rather than doing so Maren fought back, joining CARADOC DEARBORN and POPPY HOOKUM in Sorcerers for Equality, using her voice to speak up about her experiences as a Muggle-Born. Although her activism caught the eye of many Pure-Bloods who put a target on her back, it also caught the eye of her first boyfriend SIRIUS BLACK who admired Maren’s strength. The pair began to drift apart towards the end of school, deciding they were better as friends as they both focused on issues within their families. By the time Maren left Hogwarts she had dreams of moving to London to perform on the stage like her idol RUBY GOLDSTEIN, but after the death of their mother and her older sister’s purchasing of The Fountain of Fair Fortune in Horizont Alley, Maren put her dreams on hold to run the pub with her sisters. Singing in on Friday nights and working the bar, Maren tried to enjoy the time with her sisters for what it was, though a higher calling soon found her when an old friend from school MARY MACDONALD joined their bar staff. 

After one to many times Mary had asked to swap shifts, curiosity got the better of Maren, following Mary to a secret meeting where they were cavorting with Caradoc, Poppy, Sirius and a number of other Gryffindors from their year at school. Understandably, Maren was hurt, confronting the group and demanding answers. Working with Sorcerers for Equality, Maren knew people like her were in danger but she had no idea the extent of just how in danger they were. Without a second thought, Maren proclaimed her allegiance to the group and quickly got to work training with the order. It was difficult for a time lying to both her sisters, but eventually they found her out and joined the ranks of the group. Currently investigating a number of people she believes may have links to THE DARK LORD, Maren is focused on Eleanor Yaxley and Violet Bulstrode, seeking the help of crime scene photographer REMUS LUPIN to help her. Though they knew each other well at school, Maren has enjoyed getting to know Remus more as they try to navigate their place in a world who doesn’t seem to want to get to know them. Despite her set backs, Maren is determined to do her part and fight for equality, taking down one bully at a time and making the world a safer place. 

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Half-Blood Muggle-Born/¼ Veela

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female

Sexuality  → Bisexual

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education →  Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Gryffindor)

Societies → Sorcerers for Equality 

Family → Adaria Linwood (sister), Laurel Linwood (sister), Victor Yaxley (unknown half-brother/adversary), Eleanor Yaxley (unknown half-sister/adversary), Corban Yaxley (unknown uncle)

Connections  → Gilfred Abbott (best friend), Aurora Sinistra (best friend), Elena Digby (close friend), Emilia Grey (close friend), Cassiopeia Kim (close friend), Cressida Abercrombie (close friend), Caradoc Dearborn (close friend), Poppy Hookum (close friend), Mary MacDonald (close friend/colleague), Remus Lupin (close friend/potential love interest), Sirius Black (close friend/ex-boyfriend), Peter Pettigrew (close friend/object of flirtation), James Potter (close friend), Marlene McKinnon (close friend), Lily Evans (friend), Dorcas Meadowes (friend)

Future Information → N/A

MAREN LINWOOD IS A LEVEL 5 WITCH/VEELA.

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Who Did This To You?

A/N: Hiya! This is the first piece I’ve ever written to make it past the draft section - with some encouragement from @hufflefluff-writer - and I decided to write it based off of the prompt “who did this to you?” in her contest. It is a Draco Malfoy x Reader one shot and I hope you all will like it. Happy Reading :)

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It all started back on the Hogwarts Express in their first year when all they cared about was getting sorted into Slytherin to make their parents proud. Like Draco, Y/N had come from a prestigious pureblood family who expected her to carry on their family’s legacy of sporting the emblem of a snake all seven years she attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. It was a lot to place on the shoulders of an eleven year old, something it seemed only the Malfoy heir understood at the time. It was that similarity between the two children that brought about a friendship which lasted long into their fifth year. A friendship that was presently beginning to fall apart. 

“You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?” Theodore Nott, ever the preceptive one, asked as he and Y/N made their way towards the Great Hall after a particularly long day spent in the library on their Ancient Runes essay. His voice seemed to startle the sixteen year old girl from her thoughts, something that made his lips tip downward in a frown. 

“Yes, I don’t know why you even bothered to ask. He’s always on my mind nowadays, especially since he’s suddenly deciding I’m not worth his time.” There was a bitter tone to her voice as she revealed what had been weighing so heavily on her mind since they descended the staircase to the second floor. 

“Why don’t you confront him about it?” Her company asked, as if what he was suggesting was as simple as catching a quaffle. Y/N frowned, her eyebrows furrowing as they turned the corner which led to Great Hall. There were two ways taking Theo’s advice could go, one which ended in her being scolded and the other which gained her answers as to why Draco decided to push her away after six years of being as close as two friends could be. Before she could reply, Pansy Parkinson appeared in front of them looking worried. 

“Have you seen Draco? He disappeared after the trip to Hogsmeade.” Y/N’s frown deepened at the girl’s question and she exchanged a look with Theo. 

“What do you mean he disappeared?” The question was met with an exaggerated sigh from the pug-face Slytherin, as if it was exhausting to recount her journey to the little village past Hogwarts with the platinum blonde boy. A trip which Pansy would no doubt claim as a date, much to Y/N’s annoyance, and which Draco would later label as nothing more than a break from the castle. 

“I don’t know. We were walking back to the castle and witnessed some Gryffindor freak rise into the air like she’d been possessed. After that Draco made some excuse about needing air and left me in the snow.” A laugh threatened to escape Y/N’s throat at the girl’s hasty explanation, but she suppressed it with a cough. To her left, Theo looked amused. 

“That sounds like an interesting story to tell the grandkids. Now if you’ll excuse us, we’re famished from actually doing our assignments instead of paying some unfortunate first year to do them.” Heat crept up Pansy’s face at Theo’s comment and she turned on her heel with a shriek, her heels clicking angrily against the stone floors as she made her way towards the dungeons no doubt in search of her long time love interest. It was apparent the Slytherin boy didn’t believe her recollection, but Y/N wasn’t so sure. There was something about it that gave her a deep feeling of dread, a feeling she wasn’t so sure she could ignore. Not when it came to Draco, at least.

“You go on ahead, I think I left something in the library.” She said as she turned to face Theo, her face contorted in a way that could only be described as debateful. Theo gave her an incredulous look before opening his mouth to speak.

“We both know you left nothing in library, just as we both know he’s hiding out in the Astronomy Tower.” Realization dawned on Y/N at his words and without a second glance in the direction of the second person closest to her, she turned on her heel and began the walk towards the place her and Draco had made their safe haven over the years. It was their sanctuary, a place they could go whenever they were sad or hurt, and somewhere they kept secret from their friends and housemates. Because they knew it wouldn’t be as special if everyone knew about it.

“Drac?” She cautiously asked as she climbed the stairs to the stargazing tower, her shoes making quiet tapping noises as she walked. There was no reply, just silence and the tapping of her shoes as she rounded the corner, her eyes zooming in on the boy her heart belonged to. He was leaning against a stone column, his eyes trained on the silhouette of the Forbidden Forest and his white blonde hair moving gently with the wind as it blew. He was dressed in his school trousers and white button-up, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top button no doubt undone. He looked stressed, she noticed.

“Shove off.” Came his simple reply, the dismissive tone in his voice enough to make her heart drop. She squared her shoulders, determined not to let him get to her right away. She wanted answers, answers only he could give her, and she wasn’t going down without a fight. She approached the boy, stopping at his side with a set amount of space between them. Not enough to be considered lovers, but less than enough for friends. Her elbows touched the stone and she kept her gaze on Hagrid’s hut.

“What’s going on with you?” She tried again, this time earning an irritated groan and an eye roll.

“What’s it to you?” An incredulous look made its way to Y/N’s face and she whipped her head to face him, not even noticing the dark tattoo on his left forearm. Draco was still facing the grounds, but Y/N knew she had his attention. She always did.

“What’s it to me? Are you being serious right now? We've been best friends since first year." A humourless laugh escaped the blonde and he finally turned his head, his grey eyes meeting hers.

“Best friends? You think we are best friends? Best friends don’t pry information from one another.” He spat, his eyes flashing with temporary anger. Y/N froze and clenched her hands into fists. This is what their friendship had come to? Six years of getting to know everything about one another only for this?

“They don’t hide things from one another either.” She retorted heatedly, her face flushing red from the growing temperature in the room. Her heart rate had sped up and her eyes had begun to sting as if warning her that tears would follow soon. However she didn’t care, he’d seen her cry before when she was angry, he could surely do it again.

“Then I suppose we’re not best friends or even anything close to it.” A bark, dry laugh left Y/N’s mouth, the sound foreign to Draco’s ears. A tear slipped from her Y/E/C eyes and she turned her entire body to face his. He did the same, ready for the tragedy that was about to take place.

“Who did this to you? Who made you into person? I hardly recognize you anymore.” She sounded more broken than angry and Draco bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from apologizing. He had to end things, had to protect you from the life that had been chosen for him by his parents. Lord Voldemort knew his weakness, he knew he’d do anything to protect you from harms way. So he had to get you to hate him, to despise his existence, to keep you safe.

“Who did this to me? No one. I had to realize our friendship simply wasn’t worth my time anymore.” He told the lie with as much ease as he did when breathing and watched as the strongest person he knew crumpled before him. She shook her head, refusing to believe what he was saying, and took his hands in hers. This time she didn’t miss the black outline of a skull with a snake coming from its mouth inked on his left forearm, only stared at it blankely.

“Y-you’re a Death Eater.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement and Draco nodded his head to confirm what she already knew. She dropped his hands, turned away from him, and began her trek back to the Slytherin Common Room without another word. He didn’t deserve her pity, he didn’t even want it, and so she’d do what he wanted and walk away. She’d walk so far away she’d never have to see him again. So she did.

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Draco Malfoy has never been a saint, in fact he’s made more mistakes in his seventeen years than most did in their lifetime, and one of those mistakes included pushing Y/N Y/L/N away all those years ago when he’d first taken the Dark Mark. He thought he was protecting her, thought that if he pushed her away she’d be safe, but as he stared down at the overpriced crystal sarcophagus all he could think was that he had been wrong. So terribly wrong.

“Who did this to you?” He asked the same question she did the last time the two of them spoke, only his fell upon deaf ears. Part of him already knew, he’d heard she’d shoved one of the Weasley twins out of the way of an explosion outside the Room of Requirement, but the other part of him wanted to believe what he was seeing wasn’t true. It wasn’t Y/N in the coffin dressed in her favorite gown with a bouquet of white lillies in her hands but some doppelgänger out to trick everyone. However when he saw her parents, the friends she’d made back in school, and even the Weasley family sitting in the front two rows, he knew it wasn’t a doppelgänger or a sick dream he was having. He knew she was really gone and he’d made the biggest mistake of his life by pushing her out of his, because as selfish as it sounds he never would’ve if he’d known this is what would’ve become of her. He would’ve pulled her close after hearing her ask who had corrupted him, told her the truth, and done everything he could to protect her even if it cost him his own life. He’d have told her he’d been in love with her since their first meeting and promised to live his life with her after the war, a life he now had to spend with some woman named Astoria Greengrass. A woman who stood beside him, a black veil over her flawless face, who had been one of Y/N’s closest friends.

“We should go.” She suggested, a hand on Draco’s shaking one. She understood, she felt the pain of losing a best friend too, just not on the level her fiancé was experiencing it. Gently, as if teaching a child to walk, she guided him away from the crystal sarcophagus and the young girl inside towards an area less crowded. She ignored the phrase he repeated religiously, the same five words spoken in the brokest voice she’d heard him use, and used every last ounce of energy she had to apparate the both of them back to Malfoy Manor where Narcissa awaited their arrival.

“Who did this to you?” Draco sobbed, his heart as broken as Y/N’s had been all those months ago, the touches of both his fiancé and mother doing nothing to ease the pain he felt at the loss of his best friend.

“What do we do?” Astoria questioned Narcissa, her eyes filled with water and her voice shaky. Narcissa smiled grimly, no ounce of warmth or happiness in her tone as she spoke.

“We do the only thing we can do.” She lifted her wand and pointed it at her son’s shaking body.

“Obliviate.”