#I could make cursed Ron headcannons all day

[pleeborp]

So I have a couple thoughts on the dads in the form of head cannons specifically based on my personal experiences

• Darryl Wilson crochets

There’s no real explanation to why I think this, but like- the man reads a big gift giver vibe and there’s nothing better than hand making something for someone.

• Henry Oak builds wind chimes out of odd shit and his house now if surrounded by colorful horrible sounding wind chimes

• Glenn Close upon entering hell began singing “All I want for Christmas” and that was all it took to make the demons change sides

• Ron Stampler sleeps with pillows without covers

(To specify: I mean pillows that don’t have covers on them. Raw pillows.)

[moonlightdancer26]

What HP headcannons do you think are complete bullshit? It's Andromeda and Narcissa making up after the war for me

Hello!

[I won’t include Marauders-related ones because… well, you know.]

Aight, let’s get to work:

“The Dursleys abused Harry because he was a horcrux.” Wut- 1. Ron and Hermione were around him for 7 years, did either of them try to smack him in the head with a frying pan or lock him in a cupboard? 2. Stop trying to excuse abuse holy shit. It just makes no sense.

“Remus is secretly in love with Sirius and asked Tonks to like morph herself into Sirius / Tonks morphed into Sirius and raped Remus” I BEG YOUR PARDON??

“Ron is an abusive husband” Excuse me? 1. If anything, it’d be the other way around. 2. Y’all really do anything to try and make your ship work (Harmony, Dramione, etc), like I love Dramione more than anything but what is wrong with people like this??

“Ginny and Ron gave Harry and Hermione love potions” No. 1. We obviously know what happens when someone is under a love potion, we literally see Ron under the influence of it (Romilda). It’s absolutely nothing like what Harry thought of Ginny or what Hermione thought of Ron. We see how obsessive and lovey-dovey Ron is with Romilda, she was all he could think about, he even forgot about his own current girlfriend (Lavender). Harry and Hermione never acted like that. 2. If they were dosed with love potions, you’d think we would’ve been told… y’know especially since they were both the main characters (+ Ron) of the goddamn series.

The entirety of the Cursed Child. That’s all I can say.

“Lily being a second mother to Fred in the afterlife, like Molly and Harry” I know what the intent behind this headcanon is, and it really is heartwarming, but I just can’t help but make the 🫠 face whenever I come across this headcanon. Lily was 21 when she died, Fred was 20. It’s likely that whatever relationship they’d have in the after-life would be one of friends, since they were almost the same age when they both died. I definitely don’t hate this headcanon or think it’s bullshit—like I said, it’s very wholesome—but it’s just.. nah.

Anything Snaters came up with. “Snape is an incel” “Snape knew about Peter” “Snape would’ve been a pedophile if Harry was a girl” “Snape hated Neville because he could’ve been the Chosen One” “Child!Snape is a stalker” We’ve heard it all.

“Dumbledore knew Sirius was innocent” I’ve explained it in this post. It’s not that I hate the theory/headcanon itself, it’s that I hate what’s done with said theory/headcanon. Dumbledore antis consider it words of god and treat it as canon information when it’s really not. I myself am anti Dumbles and I actually used to believe it (I talked about it in that post) and I still enjoy it in fanfics, but it still should not be treated as canon information. It’s so annoying when I see it being thrown around like it’s a simple fact.

It's Andromeda and Narcissa making up after the war for me

Lmao. I do enjoy that headcanon in fics, along with fics where they reunite during the war and Cissy’s secretly good and all that stuff, but there’s no way it would happen in canon. Narcissa actively supported a group that got Dromeda’s husband that Narcissa and the rest of the Blacks disowned her for marrying and Dromeda’s daughter. Do y’all really think Dromeda’s just going to simply put that aside?

Anyway, thank you for the ask. Have a lovely day!

[ronalddear]

Experiment.

hey! this is a little one-shot into some DH tent angst (really doesn't get better than that) this is my first time writing any fanfiction at all so bear in mind that this is very armature.

I've been thinking about this idea for a couple months now and it's officially my headcannon replacement for the Harry-Hermione dance scene in DH, which i'm not the biggest fan of. I've already rambled on a bit but please feel free to reblog and comment your opinions and possible improvements!

The ground was inexplicably hard where Ron stood, the canvas tent behind him violently thrashing through the harsh night wind. Perhaps his thin shoes were wearing out after years of being hand-me downs, or months of endless use while they aimlessly trudged around Britain.

Ron knew though, that he was just tired. He didn't know how his shoulders managed to sag with exhaustion while remaining tense in discomfort but that's how he's been since he woke up in that god-forsaken tent.

He checked and re-enforced the wards, something that he was insanely adamant about after returning, paranoia finally setting in. It was constant at this point, hunger had become somewhat familiar and his fingertips were always a faint purple.

Not that he was complaining, he had Harry and Hermione within arms and ears reach now and he could not possibly ask for anything more.

"Ron! Dinner!", Harry's voice rang through his ears, disrupting his thoughts.

Shit. He had done it. He wasn't aware how long he had been wallowing outside and he was sure the porridge he had taken his time making for the three of them had overcooked on the stove.

He could picture Hermione's look of disdain clearly and cursed himself, not wanting her to get more mad at him but also acknowledging how he had wasted their already near non-existent supply of food.

"Merlin, I'm sorry! I'll try and find something else to-" he began with pace and halted halfway through.

Harry stood expectantly in the tiny living room area in front of Hermione who was neatly sat on their tiny couch. Harry's hands were raised excitedly yet awkwardly in an 'L" shape gesturing towards the worn table where Hermione's books usually lived.

Except there was a small space cleared, and it was occupying a small plate which had about 4 stacks of bread, with jam doused in-between and on top, with the wand that he had given Harry stabbed in the middle, a tiny flame at its tip.

Bloody hell it was a birthday cake.

"My birthday already?" he mumbled, still in awe of the poorly presented but beautiful stack in front of him.

"Well-"

'It was yesterday, I checked the calendar this morning." Hermione cut Harry off shortly, her eyes shamefully anywhere but Ron.

"Oh" he said, wishing so desperately that she would just look at him.

"Come on then mate, make your wish, because I'm not bloody singing" Harry encouraged, his eyes shining fondly at Ron.

With a soft chuckle, he sat on the ground at the table, feeling Harry follow next to him. He blew out the 'candle' softly, not even thinking about his wish, there were simply too many.

Harry gave a low whoop and reached over Ron with a knife and fork and haphazardly cut the cake into thirds.

When Hermione's eyes finally reached his, because yes, he had not taken his eyes off her, his stomach gave a jolt and a small smile graced his lips. Her lips however were still set in the line that she had been giving him for the past couple weeks but her eyes were so gentle and loving, almost unwillingly so, as if she was trying so very hard to be mad. After Harry hurriedly plated their shares and they began eating, a small lump began forming in Ron's throat. He willed himself not to cry, it was just sodding jam soaked toast after all.

He looked up at his two best friends as they ate, observing as Harry scarfed down his portion and as Hermione ate slowly, taking sips of her weak tea in between, knowing it was far too sweet for her taste.

"Wish we could have given you a gift." she said so softly, that he had taken a few seconds to register that she said anything at all.

Her eyes were still on her plate.

"Don't need one", he murmured, hoping that he sounded earnest enough that it could translate how very thankful he was.

"Really?! You sure?", Harry said, and Ron swore for a second that it was eleven year old Harry speaking to him. It was evident that the boy was prone to sugar rushes, even if it was a tablespoon of old jam.

"I have all I need.", he said, voice steadier this time, flashing a grateful smile at him, which was returned.

"Really? Not even a special birthday snog Ron? Because if you want I'll do it again-"

"Harry I'm fine! Merlin's Beard!', Ron interrupted Harry's rushed teasing with loud laughter, Harry's roaring laugh following close behind.

"Wait what do you mean again?" Hermione chanced at Harry, her eyebrows furrowed inquisitively and mouth adorably agape.

Breaking their giggling fit, they both turned towards her , eyes widening at the exact same time. It was then Ron realized that there was soft music playing, presumably from the wireless that was on the table. Has it always been on?

'Nothing don't worry."

"Nothing!"

Harry had followed Ron with the most non-convincing 'nothing' he had ever heard. Sensing what was about to happen, he suddenly felt the strongest urge to slap Harry on the back of his head.

"No no, you said again" Hemione retaliated, her eyes wide as ever, it was the most lively Ron had seen her for months.

"It was once in fourth year!"

'Don't worry about it Hermione, it's fine."

Ron's head snapped toward Harry cursing the stupid sugar in the stupid jam that apparently made Harry, quite frankly, very stupid.

"Wait wait! what?!" Hermione was energetic now and had fully swiveled to face them both.

Realizing that he physically could not lie to Hermione straight to her face, he accepted his fate and both boys began rambling at the same time, Harry excitedly, Ron bracingly.

"Look after the Yule ball-"

"This is rather depressing actually-"

"Shut up Ron, you liked it."

"I don't recall saying I didn't-"

'Anyway, after the shit-show that was the ball, y'know, we wanted to see if-"

"Oh my god I can't believe we're actually- We said we wouldn't tell anyone!"

"Bit late now Ron, anyway, we wanted to-'

"To see if what?!" Hermione gaped at them both, she was clearly teasing now, after seeing Harry's frantic (and hand waving heavy) storytelling and Ron's hair to toe blush.

"Just experimenting-"

"Just for fun!" Harry interjected.

They turned towards each other, eyes wide and then proceeded to practically scream at Hermione.

"Just for fun!'

Just experimenting!"

Great. Now they've switched excuses.

Hermione burst into loud laughter, after much suppression. It was, by far, the most beautiful sound Ron had ever heard and he wished for it to never stop.

This unfortunately, did not halt his maroon blush or the clearly embarrassed look on his face, which made her laugh even more. The second he took a glance at Harry and their eyes met they erupted into an uncontrollable fit of giggles, Harry doubling over and Ron throwing his head back. Drunk on laughter perhaps, Harry leaned over to the wireless and increased the volume, a slow yet rhythmic song filled the small tent.

"Let's have a ball yeah? Like last time?' Harry said, eyebrows wiggling suggestively on the last part, causing Ron to start laughing again, completely red faced.

Hermione struggled to breathe giggling as she looked on at them clearly trying to ballroom dance and failing miserably. The form was so bad no one was sure who was leading at this point, Ron's shoulders much too stiff and Harry's hands much too loose around Ron's waist. They were jumping around madly in the tent laughing harder than ever. Hermione managed to tease once more through gasping breaths,

"Should I leave before you start snogging or-"

"Oh shut up you!", Harry exclaimed, accompanied by a rude hand gesture and Ron simply stared at her and grinned.

'Come join us then', Ron said, holding out his hand for her.

She pretended to think for a moment before getting up, the thin blanket around her laid forgotten on the couch. They rotated for a couple moments, Hermione taking turns in being spun by Harry and Ron, all three of them a giggling mess, their threadbare socks squeaking on the wood floors.

Ron and Harry began a much too rough slow dance once more and Hermione was lightly swaying on her own before standing behind Ron, wrapping her arms around his stomach and tiptoeing her furthest, her nose barely reaching his shoulder. Effectively sandwiched between the pair of them, Ron was thrashing widely in attempts to throw them all off balance, cheeks impossibly red. The lump that was in his throat earlier had developed into free flowing tears and sniffles and he didn't care to stop them.

It didn't bother him because he knew he saw Harry's watering eyes and wobbly smile and felt Hermione's soft sobs through her giggles.

It was definitely the sugar or perhaps the sheer sadness of it all but for a moment they were still children who didn't have any worries or wars to fight on their own. Hermione nuzzled into Ron's back, still giggling, and placed a shy but firm kiss on his jumper-clad shoulder. He reached behind him for her hand and gently pulled her to the front, now spinning both Harry and Hermione, his heart glowing with joy. He tugged her towards him and gave a soft, chaste kiss to her hairline. Now both giggling, they seized Harry and planted two very hard kisses on his cheeks from behind, startling him enough to let out a disgusted squeak and he roared with laughter as he wiped his face on his jacket.

It was insanely messy but it was perfect. So perfect that Ron didn't care that in the morning he would have to second guess if Hermione was even close to forgiving him or that Harry would brood all day about the Hallows and be distant from them both, a war on their shoulders. He was with the two people he loved the most and for that he was thankful.

[hughey-cat]

Headcannon #24

Ron hadn’t left the hill in hours. The mourners and all left, and the kitchen had been cleaned. George had retreated back to Percy’s bedroom where a cot had been set up. No one had stepped into the room that he used to share with Fred yet. 

Hermione watched from the kitchen window, as a single dot sat with his brother on the hill, talking to a ghost that would never answer back. 

She didn’t know how long she was supposed to wait. What she would even say to get him to come back inside. If it would ever be enough. She started to get up, to make her way outside, when Percy, Charlie and Bill stopped her. 

‘We’ll go.’ Bill told her. ‘Go get ready for bed. He’ll need you then, but you don’t need to hear whatever he’s thinking now.’ 

‘he can’t say anything new. i’ve heard him say terrible things to me before.’ she tells him.

‘that was before.’ Charlie answers. ‘before what happened out there happened, and before you were what you are now. he’ll never forgive himself if he hurts you now.’ 

she concedes and heads to ready for him in the aftermath of whatever his brothers are going to do. 

Bill lead the way up to the plot of grass where Fred was buried, and Ron seemed intent to meld into the ground. He sat down next to his youngest brother, close, but careful not to touch him, afraid he would spook. Charlie and Percy stood further down the hill, so they were eye level, but ready to catch him if he tried to run. 

‘she’s worried about you.’ Bill informs his brother. 

‘please, Mum hasn’t even noticed that i never came to the house. i’ll be back before she does.’ Ron answers, eyes never leaving their focal point.

‘not mum.’ Bill corrects. He hears Ron sigh, guilty that he’s made Hermione worry about him. 

‘It should have been me.’ Ron tells his brothers. Looking up from Fred’s headstone for the first time in hours. ‘I’d prepared for it, y’know. Last summer. Maybe the whole last seven years. It was always supposed to be me. It was my job to sacrifice myself for them. I wrote letters to her, to him, to you guys, to mum and dad and Ginny. I had a will drawn up. i don’t have a lot of stuff but i left most of it to her. I even gave Pig to little Rabbie Frasier down the road to make sure that he had a good home and someone to watch over him. I was ready to die. 

‘And then they took her, and there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t take that pain in her place. They wouldn’t let me. I tried, i really tried to make them take me instead and they wouldn’t. And I have to listen to her screams in my head every moment that she’s not in my sight, that i can’t make sure that she’s safe and feel her in my arms, i hear those screams again, and I see her on the floor covered in glass and blood. And it was supposed to be me. 

‘And then there’s Harry. Who somehow survived a killing curse again. But it was never supposed to come to that. I was supposed to die in his place. And now i see his lifeless body in my dreams and I think about how its just another thing i failed at. I couldn’t protect them. I couldn’t protect Fred, or Lupin or Tonks. I couldn’t do the one thing that every moment since we were twelve has been preparing for. I couldn’t bloody well die for them. No one would bloody let me.’ 

he was yelling through sobs at the end. Percy and Charlie had tears streaming down their face. Bill didn’t know if he wanted to scream or punch something, or throttle Ron for ever thinking this way. 

‘It was not your job to die for them. It was your job to hold them together, and you did. Harry and Hermione, they are alive. Hermione is safe, she lived because of you. She fought through the haze and her own willingness to die for you. You did that. You saved her.

‘Harry lived this long because of you. No, don’t shake your head at me. He got to the day, to sacrifice himself in the forest, because of you, because of the things you taught him about love and family and the power of those things in magic. He could have turned out so differently, but you took him in, and shared yourself, and your life and us with him, and you saved him too. So don’t you ever think your job was to die for them. They would kill you for it first.’

Bill wraps himself around his baby brother, for the first time truly realizing that he is a man, the same size as himself. The only brother that is. He thinks its fitting, the two large brothers, carrying not just their own pain, but the pain of those around them on their backs. 

‘Do you blame me? for Fred?’ Percy asks quietly. 

‘No. Never.’ Ron tells him. 

‘Then how are you going to blame yourself?’ Percy answers, supporting Ron with logic rather than emotions. Knowing that despite his heart and his propensity to wear it on his sleeve, Ron needs to solve puzzles sometimes, with logic and facts. 

‘And Lupin taught you everything you know, but not everything he knows. And Tonks was an auror. they knew what they were doing. They knew what they were risking. It was never your job to die for them.’ Charlie tells him. 

Ron collapses backwards on the ground, looking up at the sky. 

‘Thank you.’ he tells his brothers. ‘I needed to hear this. I’m probably going to continue to need to hear this.’

‘Anytime Ronnie. Anytime.’ 

[harryissuchalittleshit]

i see you are doing a lot of george x angelina headcannons- what about them being jealous (either pre-dating or in a relationship)? and what do you think about the headcannon about audrey being a stripper who percy meets and falls in loves with? i read a fic like that and it was the funniest thing 💀

“Who’re you going with, then?” said Ron.

“Angelina,” said Fred promptly, without a trace of embarrassment.

“Want to come to the ball with me?”

Angelina gave Fred an appraising sort of look.

“All right, then,” she said, and she turned back to Alicia and carried on chatting with a bit of a grin on her face.

- The Unexpected Task (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, American hardback, page 394)

George had never felt this way before, it was like a mix of anger and embarrassment. It was like when his mum praised Percy or Bill or even Charlie for not getting into trouble at school.

It was like living a lie.

He wanted to push Fred up against a wall and beat the living daylights out of him, Muggle style. He also wanted to curse him into oblivion.

But he couldn’t, not to his brother.

He couldn’t even make himself talk, make himself listen to Fred. How could Angelina just say yes so...so easily? And how could Fred ask her so easily? Some days it felt like he could barely talk to Angelina, and now Fred had swooped in under him and asked her out.

He felt the pain, they anger, the burning jealousy in his chest grow hotter. Fred wasn’t even bloody talking about Angelina!

“George? Are you even-“

“You know how I feel about her.”

“Then you should’ve asked her, Lee asked Alicia.”

“I had a plan,” said George through gritted teeth.

“Then you should’ve said something,” snapped Fred, and George was suddenly seeing red. Without thinking his hand surged forward.

It wasn’t as if they’d never gotten into a fight before, it was the fact that George wasn’t this kind of person. But the anger and the...the jealousy were suddenly satisfied as his fist made contact and Fred’s head whipped around.

“Bloody hell!”

George stared at his brother, suddenly feeling better. He turned on his heel and walked away, if Fred wanted to write the stupid blackmail letter, he could do it without him.

~’~

Angelina felt her face flush when Fred and George finally left the common room. How could she say yes to Fred? She didn’t even LIKE him like that!

“You could’ve said no,” said Alicia, and Angelina just shook her head.

“Just pull him aside tomorrow and tell him you’d rather go with George,” suggested Lee and Angelina shook her head.

“Who asks someone across the common room if they want to go out?” asked Alicia, even though both her and Lee were smiling at Angelina’s embarrassment. “What an arse.”

Angelina shook her head as George walked back into the common room and made a beeline to the group of fifth year girls by the radio. He looked flush and his hair was slightly windswept as if he had ran all the way from wherever he and Fred were.

Angelina stared at his back, as he bent down and talked to Katie.

“Oh yes!” Angelina heard Katie shriek happily, and Angelina felt her stomach turn into knots.

Now this was bloody unfair!

“Did you just ask Katie to the ball then?” asked Alicia as George sat down in the chair closest to Lee.

“Yeah,” said George, making sure not to look at Angelina, “as if it’s hard.”

Lee and Alicia both laughed and Angelina just felt her stomach grow tighter and tighter. She was going to be sick, she couldn’t believe she was jealous. She had agreed to go with Fred, but part of it had definitely been because of the ambush of it all.

She stood up and grabbed her bag, not even acknowledging George and his bruised hand as she headed to her dorm.

Merlin, she was pathetic.

Oh wow, I was just going to do a bullet list, but nope, I had to do them some justice.

Now onto Percy and Audrey:

(I personally don’t see this for Audrey and Percy, but I can see the comedy in it)

It’s Oliver’s stag night

Percy doesn’t approve of anything they had done since dinner

But he’s drunk already and they’re out and it would be funny

They go to a dingy and depressing like pub

And there they are

Audrey doesn’t even come on until closer to the end of the night

Percy is sure his eyes are playing tricks on him

She’s gorgeous before even taking her clothes off

He doesn’t know the Muggle song she’s dancing to, but he likes it?

He literally blushes when she’s finally naked

She smiles at him as she’s finishing up her routine and Percy nearly soils himself

The next day, he wakes up in a bed he doesn’t recognize, in a room he doesn’t recognize

Then Audrey walks in wearing his button up from the night before

She’s even prettier up close

She give him a potion to help with his hangover but can’t do anything for the bruise

Apparently he had knocked himself out getting thrown back by a security spell on the stage and she had taken pity on him when his friends left him

Percy had tried to climb up on the stage and propose to her

He has no memory of this

She thought it was sweet

Percy never thought he was the “fall in love at first sight” kind of person, but Audrey is beautiful and she has the same book that Percy was currently reading on her bedside table

They get married less than a year later

Audrey quits being a stripper for everyone except one person

Oliver tells everyone this story at their reception

Send me a Weasley and I’ll give you a fic, a couple of head canons, or my opinion on them in both canon and fanon!

[azkaabanter]

Deamus (Headcannons)

If Deamus is what you want, then it’s Deamus you shall get!

(Posting separately from the ask)

•Dean and Seamus didn’t meet on the train; oh no. That would be too easy. They actually met when Seamus almost plowed Dean down with his trolley in his rush to get to the platform. After a huge apology and Dean SWEARING ON HIS LIFE that he is okay, the two get on the platform together and find themselves sticking to each other.

They sit in the same train compartment and Dean asks a million questions about the wizarding world, and about Hogwarts. Seamus answers them as well as he can, but he himself doesn’t know too much about Hogwarts since his mum didn’t talk about it much at home in front of his father.

•When they get to the boats, they of course go the the most crowded one (as you do), and end up with Seamus pretty much in Dean’s lap.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah…” *wheezes* “I’m fine everything’s okay yup”

•When Dean is going up to the sorting hat he accidentally trips and falls. Seamus runs to his aid (not on the stage yet) and says that he accidentally pushed him. Dean looks back at him gratefully and then walks the rest of the way on stage and is sorted into Gryffindor.

Seamus is the one who claps the loudest.

•From that day on they’re inseparable; some say that they’re even closer than Harry and Ron (and eventually Hermione as well). They do absolutely everything together, and all is well for their first year. (Save for some minor Seamus explosions and an argument about whether football is relevant)

•During the summer of their first year, Seamus’s father asks him whether he got a girlfriend or fancied anyone, and Seamus realized that really the only person he really noticed was Dean. And that terrifies him because in his house, being gay or bi or anything other than straight is considered sinful and punishable. (And Seamus knew about punishments)

On the other hand Dean’s mom heard so many good things about Seamus, and wanted so badly to meet him. She didn’t find it odd at all that the only friend her son would talk about was this Seamus fellow, and occasionally that he shared a dorm and is friends with Harry Potter, (after he explained who exactly Harry Potter is).

•In third year when the Gryffindors are going against the boggart, Seamus is terrified that the boggart will turn into Dean dead on the ground, or into his father finding out he has feelings for another boy.

•In fourth year, when the Triwizard tournament rolled around and the age restriction was put in place, Seamus kept trying to think of ways to sneak his name into the Goblet of Fire. At one point, Dean actually had to tackle Seamus in the Great Hall at 3am (because of course he followed his best friend, even though it could’ve gotten them into enormous trouble) and sat on his chest, pinning him down, and holding his arms above his head until he stopped struggling.

“Get off me!”

“Not until you calm down. You’re gonna get us caught!”

“You didn’t have to follow me!”

“Of course I did!”

Eventually Seamus calms down, but Dean still doesn’t get off. Instead, he finds himself frozen, hovering over his best friend and just thinking

‘Merlin, I want to kiss him’

But he doesn’t; he gets up and Seamus takes an exaggerated gulp of air.

“Merlin, finally! It felt like a giant was sitting on my chest.”

He half smiles, propped up on his elbows. Dean just rolls his eyes (though his heart is going crazy) and offers a hand, which Seamus takes and pulls himself up. Once he’s on his feet though, he doesn’t let go of Dean’s hand.

•At the Yule Ball, both boys and bored of their dates before the first dance has even ended (all they do is make eyes at the Durmstrang lot!). Not long after they find themselves dancing with each other, laughing and and being ridiculous, as usual.

Then a slow song comes on, and they find themselves in a sea of couples; many of the boys with their hands a bit too low. Dean smiles awkwardly and offers his hand.

“May I have this dance, my good sir?”

Seamus laughs a bit and takes it, putting his other hand on Dean’s shoulder, and Dean’s is on his waist. They find themselves getting closer together than friends probably should be, until-

“Fuck it”

And Seamus presses their lips together, if only for a second. He pulls away and Dean is staring at him with wide eyes, and a smile on his face.

•In 5th year, Seamus comes back from summer break with a black eye and bruises all over. When Dean asks what happened Seamus just turns away, mutters something about a broom, and walks over to Neville, leaving Dean confused. Seamus is more hostile than usual, going off at Harry and snapping at everyone who tries to help him, especially Dean.

For the rest of the year, Seamus doesn’t make any unnecessary physical contact with Dean, who is feeling pretty hurt at this point.

With Umbridge around, the war impending, O.W.Ls, and the D.A, they hardly have any time to themselves.

Dean is left confused and heartbroken when Seamus tells him that last year was a mistake and that they should just be friends.

•The next year Dean is determined to get over Seamus and starts dating Ginny. She tries to make things work, but Dean really only wants to be with Seamus. (Who is literally dying a little inside whenever Ginny leans in for a kiss)

•When Dumbledore dies, everyone knows that it’s the start of something terrible. Seamus persuades Dean to run, even though it hurts him more than anything.

•All of seventh year, through the beatings and the curses and just the Carrows, all Seamus finds himself able to worry about is Dean.

Had he been captured?

Was he even still alive?

The dorm was more than half empty every night when he went to sleep; just himself and Neville remained. Sometimes in the middle of the night, he would look over at Dean’s bed and cry because he may have lost the one person who truly loved him; all because he couldn’t stand up to his father. He couldn’t even bring himself to tell Dean that he came out to his family.

Meanwhile, the entire time that Dean was on the run or trapped in Malfoy Manor, all he could think about was Seamus and how he had to live to see him again.

•They met during the battle of Hogwarts because Dean decided he wanted to fight, and war be damned they kissed right in the middle of the courtyard.

“I’m so sorry-”

“Not the time, Seamus.”

•Seamus went back to Ireland after that year and having lived through a war, he marched up to his father with Dean at his side.

“This is Dean. My best friend.” He turned around and kissed his boyfriend. “And my boyfriend.”

His father was mad beyond belief but Seamus just casually pointed his wand at him.

“I just lived through a war. If you think you scare me anymore, you can think again.” And he walked away, hand in hand with Dean.

•Just Deamus, please and thank you

[jam-thoughts]

Harry Potter and the Magic of Fandom

‘Yer a Wizard, Harry’

Some (if not most) of you probably know or remember this famous one-liner said by a character from a famous book series. The popular series I mentioned is the well-known Harry Potter book series published back in 1997 by author Joanne Rowling (JK Rowling as her pen name). The original seven books were then adapted into an eight-part film series under Warner Bros. Pictures and as of February of this year is the third-highest grossing film series of all time.

For those who are not as familiar with the series as I am, here is a quick summary of the book and movie franchise. The Harry Potter franchise is a story of a young boy by the same name who discovered on his 11th birthday that he is a wizard. Harry is then given a letter to attend a wizarding school by the name of Hogwarts, set in fictional Scotland where he meets his two eventual best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

From there, various adventures come on his way; from stopping a possessed professor from stealing a powerful stone to saving the entire school from a 20-foot basilisk and many more. Each of the seven novels chronicles a year in Harry’s school until the seventh and last book where he faces off with his final and deadliest arch-enemy, Lord Voldemort.

Like any typical novels, he is the “Chosen One” or in Harry’s case, “The Boy Who Lived” due to the fact that he was the only person who did not die from a killing curse when he and his parents were attacked by Voldemort. There was also the prophecy between Potter and Voldemort where they were destined to be each other’s downfall for “neither can live while the other survives”.

To be honest, I did not immediately like Harry Potter when it first came out in cinemas around 2001 (partly because I was only 1 year old at that time) and even as it became a “craze” when I was in grade school, I ignored it because I was obsessed with Marvel even to this day.

Until in 2015, I hit a slump in my life where I was depressed and miserable because of certain family problems and I needed a way out and to remember how life really is. My best friend back in high school then suggested I go back to reading books as a way to escape then handed me her 7 book collection of Harry Potter. I was skeptical since I often believed that mainstream franchises like Twilight are overrated but I pushed myself and started reading the first book titled “Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone”.

From the first page, I was captivated by the story of courage, individuality and traits which can be seen as the book introduces a way for anyone whether they are Potterheads (what they call the fans of the franchise) or otherwise to belong in the Potter Universe; through the popular Houses of Hogwarts named after the four founders of the school.

These houses are:

Gryffindor where they value courage, bravery, nerve, and chivalry;

Ravenclaw for students who value intelligence, learning, wisdom and wit;

Hufflepuff where hard work, patience, justice, and loyalty are valued;

And lastly, Slytherin where students are cunning, and values ambition, leadership, and resourcefulness. This is also my chosen house mixed with Hufflepuff; which makes me a SlytherPuff.

Not only did the aspect of belonging to a Hogwarts house enticed the readers to be hooked in but also the various backstories it gave to every character of the series. Rowling managed to present enough groundwork for people to see the characters for themselves but also left enough room for readers to imagine their own interpretation of her characters. As the popularity of the series grew, so did the fanbase and in turn gave birth to the term “Potterheads”.

Sadly, as prominent as this franchise is, there are still issues within, both in the series and in the fandom themselves. Starting with the author herself, who in recent years have made questionable choices when it comes to the Potter universe along with her beliefs.

An example is the issue of JK Rowling’s transphobia and lowkey racism towards the characters she made. One instance is when several potterheads scrutinized Rowling for the fact that every character in the books are mostly composed of “white people” barring a handful, one of which is the only Asian character named Cho Chang. Not only did Rowling choose the most basic Asian name she could think of and according to various potterheads (including me), they hated the fact that she was portrayed as only “a female companion” and no other useful personality for a Ravenclaw.

Luckily, Potterheads grouped together and have made “headcannons” where we add our own spin to the established universe and if enough people accept these then they become widely accepted as facts or additional tidbits about the Potterverse. A good example is how it is widely accepted that both Hermione and Harry himself can be considered as a black person or someone who has a dark skin tone. Even the actor who portrayed Hermione (Emma Watson) supported the headcannon saying that how her character is represented depends on anyone as long as they see themselves in Hermione. Several actors have done the same and have defended the Potterheads in making their own spin, in the idea that being part of Harry Potter means being part of one big wizardy family.

As we all say, once a Potterhead, ALWAYS a Potterhead.