#Post Deathly Hallows

[shadowdiyt]

[bembembembis]

Hermione was the only one of the three to decide to go back to Hogwarts, Harry had put most of the money he received from the Order of Merlin towards reconstruction efforts at Hogwarts, and to Saint Mungos, funnelling more money into their Magical Creatures Ward, into their Trauma Ward, among a few others, trying to force the weight out of his chest by giving as much as he could to fix the mess he started. The mess that He started. Voldemort— Harry, they're the same aren't they? A two sided act, a muggle coin with two tails. Harry couldn’t go back there, his throat tightened up when he thought about it, about being there, trapped. He didn’t trust protection spells that weren't from his own magic, and the wards at Hogwarts had been torn down before, right, he thought he was justified in his Paranoia, still didn’t tell Ron or Hermione about his bad habit, placing protego on himself non-verbally now, didn’t even need his wand, his only tell was the slight shift of his magic in the room. It was like a natural instinct, at any panic his mind was ready to cast the spell.  There were small threads of Hermione's magic in their apartments wards, wicked, intelligent, and more importantly, annoying hexes in place for intruders, something much like her snitch hex from fifth year, Hermione somehow, even now, still so focused on the injustice of a situation, as if she had to throw herself into a social and philosophical debate, as if not to break down about the other tragedies in her life.  Ron, however, fought Mrs Weasley tooth and nail about not going back, screamed and begged, and told her to fuck off in an screaming arguement that had left the entirety of the Burrow— in the middle of dinner on Harry’s Birthday. Everyone was left frozen, Ron included, and as if Harry was watching everything in some sort of slowed, skewed vision, he saw Ron’s heart break on his face, absolutely crack in two, as stood up, hands placed flat on the dinner table, as he stared at her in horror, breathing heavily. He couldn’t speak after that, Ron; he had started clutching at his throat, his breath coming out in wild, uneven puffs of air, raspy gasps leaving his mouth as he started to cry. 

Oh the golden trio struggling post war

[gravelyordinary]

moodboard for a lunarry fic i'm currently writing that's based off of the song 'Forget Her' by Jeff Buckley

[just-two-blokes]

One of my Harry Potter headcanons is that after the battle of Hogwarts, not only Hermione but also Harry and Ron go back to Hogwarts for their seventh year.

Harry, because Hogwarts is the first and only place he was ever able to call 'home' and Ron because he doesn‘t want to leave the other two (because he is the parent in this friendship) and actually wants tofinish his education.

But except for the trio, some other students from their year retake the seventh year since they barely learned anything during this time. So they all have gotten the opportunity to retake the school year and finish their education so they are prepared for the whatever they are trying to achieve later in life.

So maybe they would have an additional common room (including two dormitories) for everyone who returns for this year. Therefore they would be able to share their grief and talk about their feelings without feeling like the other one doesn’t understand. Because they all went through the same things. They all fought in the battle. Probably almost everyone lost a loved one under Voldemorts regime.

And the idea of having a safe space with people who understand what you are going through and how you feel without having to worry about being a burden would probably be comfortable for everyone who needs it.

[thegirlintheblackdress]

Fred Weasley 🧡

[theazkabandreamer]

I Don't Dance

Elegant music played in the marquee at Percy’s wedding and Harry Potter stood awkwardly at the side of the dance floor, his burgundy dress robes feeling a little too tight at the collar. Harry remembered back to the Yule Ball in his fourth year when he had to dance and he was just as awkward about dancing back then.

Despite being back with her for almost two years, he and Ginny had yet to dance together. He stood by the barrel of Butterbeer and watched the guests dancing.

Mr and Mrs Weasley were slow-dancing together, having a private moment and Mrs Weasley looked far happier than Harry had seen her for months. She was bursting with pride during the wedding ceremony and Harry was glad that Percy was on speaking terms with his family again.

Ron was dancing with Hermione and he seemed to have read that dancing book that Hermione had lent him because he was dancing perfectly and had eyes only for Hermione. Their relationship had grown a lot after the war and after many years of bickering together, Harry was pleased to see them happy. Ron had spoken to Harry about proposing to Hermione soon and Harry was over the moon about the prospect of his two best friends getting married. Ron whispered something to Hermione and she let out a giggle. Harry looked away from them feeling like a third wheel.

George Weasley and Angelina Johnson were dancing energetically and Harry saw a glimmer of the old George shining through. He had had a tough two years and Angelina had helped George a lot in coping with the loss of Fred.

Bill and Fleur were just holding each other and swaying on the spot. Fleur was heavily pregnant with her first child and didn't want to tire herself out too much and Bill was very protective of his wife.

Luna Lovegood was dancing on her own like some sort of butterfly. It was as if she was floating to the music. Harry smiled and looked away, having been used to Luna’s eccentricities for a while. He had a strong suspicion that she was trying to ward away the Nargles or some other creature she believed in.

In the centre of it all was Percy, dancing with his new wife, Audrey. He was dancing with such robotic formality, that Harry thought he looked like one of those wind-up toys that Dudley had when they were children. His face flushed with happiness and his horn-rimmed glasses flashing in the candlelight, Percy easily stole the show and a couple of his Ministry colleagues clapped them on.

Harry would rather face Voldemort again than dance if he was honest with himself. As if drawn to his thoughts, Ginny appeared next to Harry, her face was flushed with laughter and her fiery red hair was shimmering in the candlelight and the sight of his girlfriend made Harry’s stomach do somersaults.

"What are you doing standing around the Butterbeer barrel for?” She asked him. “Come and dance.”

“I don’t dance,” Harry said automatically and Ginny rolled her eyes, but she wore a playful smile.

“If you’re worried about looking like a prat, then don’t be,” she said. “Percy’s dancing is much worse, but don’t tell him I said that.”

Harry laughed and Ginny’s eyes blazed mischievously. Suddenly, an energetic song started playing and Ginny’s eyes lit up.

“I love this song,” she said.

Ginny grabbed Harry's wrist and led him to the dance floor where Harry spent the next few minutes looking down at his feet, trying not to tread on Ginny's toes. He chanced a glance at his girlfriend and Ginny was enjoying this.

But Harry dreaded seeing them on the front page of Witch Weekly dancing like they were trying to squash an insect, so he looked up and readjusted his grip. With a deep breath, he took the lead and out of the corner of his eyes, Harry saw heads turn to look at them.

Harry focused on Ginny, whose eyes were sparkling softly in the candlelight and willed with every fibre of his being to not make a fool of himself as he danced in beat to the rhythm. He could hear several people clapping them and he even heard Lee Jordan wolf-whistle.

Harry and Ginny continued dancing to the music and Harry was getting into it, but the song ended too soon for Harry's liking and when Harry and Ginny stopped dancing, applause erupted in the marquee.

“Bravo, Harry and Ginny,” Percy exclaimed. “Such excellent dancing, the pair of you!”

“Dunno why they’re making a fuss for,” Harry muttered. “I spent most of the dance trying not to tread on your toes.”

“I thought you said you didn’t dance,” Ginny said with a grin.

“It was a good song,” Harry shrugged and Ginny’s grin widened.

Harry could see by the way her eyes shone how much their dance meant to him. Suddenly another song started to play and he got a surge of inspiration.

“Want to dance?” he asked her, holding out his hand.

Ginny took Harry’s hand and gave him that blazing look he loved so much.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, smiling softly.

Harry laughed and the two of them danced all night.

[post-hallows-harrymort-fest]

Update

Okay, so obviously things have been pushed way back from when I first came up with this fest. Life got really busy soon after claiming opened — Like I had to find a new job and everything, it was A LOT. That being said, I still want to go through with hosting this fest if people are still interested in it. So, if you’d like to participate or signed up and still want to write/draw for this fest then like this post, please! That way I know if there are other’s still looking forward to it and around and want to do it, y’know?

Since there’s so many fests happening right now, however, the new projected timeline would probably look something like this, if there is still interest in the fest:

January 31st 2025 — claiming officially closes.

February 13-21st — submissions week.

February 22nd or 23rd — work and author reveals (depending on what my job schedule looks like that weekend).

March 1st — Collection closes to leave room for late postings.

I hope everyone’s doing well and have a great night, yall!

[nidamae-approvedhpfanfics]

Cute little story:

Draco Malfoy rescues a rather inebriated Hermione Granger after he sees someone slip something into her drink. Drunken conversation ensues. Dramoine. ONE SHOT

Rated: T, English, Romance, [Hermione G., Draco M.], Words: 3k+, Favs: 2k+, Follows: 421, Published: Aug 1, 2014

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

For the one-word prompt challenge: Sirius Black - Fireworks

Thank you for sending the ask and prompt Chris!

"It's as if they know that he's gone," Sirius commented as the two of you watched the fireworks from the window.

"Fudge did tell the Prime Minister." You reminded him, leaning into him and resting your head on his chest.

"Now we can live." Sirius breathed while wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

[emotionalsupportshark]

Harry and Ginny getting Married :

Meanwhile afterlife :

Lily : Harry's getting married to a Redhead?

James : Potter traditions lol

[val-creative]

IT ALL TAKES TIME

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing(s): Harry James Potter & Severus Snape, Harry James Potter & Albus Severus Potter

Rating: No Rating

Summary: Albus Severus questions being in Slytherin and being named after a Slytherin. Harry shows him there's nothing wrong with it.

[iamnmbr3]

In the fiendfyre scene Harry didn't actually tell Ron and Hermione to save Goyle. They just assumed that he wanted them to and that he was trying to save everyone in danger because that's what he does.

But what actually happened was Harry literally just made a beeline for Draco and tried to grab him.

It's not that Harry would save anyone in danger regardless of what side they're on or if they're an enemy. He wanted to save Draco specifically. Because he's so much more to Harry than an enmy.

100% not what JKR intended with that scene. But it is what she wrote.

[lifegrowsfromashes]

Scar stares up at the moon, from where he lays down in his bed. Grian’s across from him, muttering into the darkness, laying on top of the covers and tucking his head into his wings.

The air smells like dirt.

He thinks of the past day. Of the shouting. He wonders whether Grian will talk to him tomorrow.

He didn’t mean to lose a life. he never does, but something always happens. Grian knows he’s not as strong as the other hermits, but he still refuses to recognise it, and always expects more from Scar than he’s able to give. It was once they’d gotten to the desert that his face became harder, that something began to set behind his eyes.

He sighs. The perfectly arranged checkerboard of stars stare back at him, silent. Grian’s snoring, but just a little. He wonders if avians usually snore.

Scar breathes in the smell of their dirt house, and wonders whether he’ll be able to make it up to him.

He was joking around, when it happened. The sand was getting into his armour and he felt creaky all over. He’d known it was getting to Grian, but hadn’t realised the extent of his annoyance. Communication was… never a strong point.

They had started getting snappy with each other, at about midday. Scar’s limbs were aching, and he needed to rest, but Grian kept talking about how there were no torches around here and if they stopped now, they’d get eaten alive. And Scar didn’t want to think about that, so he tried to tell a joke, and Grian went all tense and funny, and said, through gritted teeth, ‘you’re seriously making a joke right now?’ and he didn’t have time to see the creeper coming up from behind him.

Something had hardened in Grian’s eyes. The urgency when he told him to run. The enchanted shine of his diamond sword coming out of its hilt.

Scar hadn’t realised. The sand had slowed down his reflexes. Once he turned around to fight, he only heard a hiss, and then- white.

The funny thing about dying here was that you didn’t feel the pain, specifically. It’s more, like, God, this should hurt. But nothing comes. Just a choice, to keep going, or to leave. 

Scar hated the artificiality of it. Death always felt so- unreal. For some players, it was the end of everything, but to him, it was more of a reminder. A taunt. He knew he'd never last long enough to escape its clutches.

When he came back, he felt lighter. Emptier. Something, some intangible thing, had withered his soul, a little. He looked up at where his nametag resided to see it was a sickly yellow. And then, coming over the dune of sand- Grian. Sat there, in the crevice the creeper had made, sorting his belongings into a chest.

Grian’s fists were curled tightly over the lump of gold in his hands. The totem. The totem Grian had told him, over and over, to use in an emergency, to keep by him at all times. The totem Scar had stored in a shulker.

Scar did his best to pick everything up off the floor, and to sort it all out into his inventory, But Grian had such a tight hold on that totem of undying, and when Scar asked for it back, Grian’s eyes began to shine with tears. And then he started shouting. 

It was all the usual things. Scar didn’t react fast enough, Scar couldn’t pull his weight, Grian was always picking up the slack, and why couldn’t he last longer than five minutes? And didn’t he know he’s only got three chances, and he’s already down to two? 

Scar got pretty good at taking it. The thing was, he knew the reason why. the real reason. 

Grian hated watching him die.

But he’d never say that. Instead they were trapped in this loop of Scar messing up, and Grian exploding, and him doing everything, everything he could, to fix it.

Usually, Mumbo would be the one to sort out their differences. Mumbo would tell them somthing to calm him down, something easy, about their explosive personalities. 

Scar wonders where he is, now. After the Warden had appeared, anyone who was able to survive that first attack had ran as far as they could. They hadn’t heard anything for the other Hermits for- well, it had been too long to tell.

Scar turns over to face Grian again. He looks so peaceful when he slept. There's still that fire, though, behind his eyes, the memory of his voice scorching Scar’s ears. But, as Mumbo said, that was how you knew he cared. Scar knew he cared. He just wishes he could show it in a way that was less… aggressive. He feels like the only way he could find out how Grian really felt about something was through fighting. And, God, he's so tired of fighting.

[just-two-blokes]

Headcanon in which after the war, Harry, Ron and Hermione (especially Harry) are unable to sleep alone in the dark so they all sleep in the same bedroom, basically cuddled up in a pile of blankets, offering comfort and safety to each other. And even though Harry said he isn‘t a baby anymore, Ron buys him a small night light so the darkness doesn‘t feel as thick and suffocating anymore.

[dyingroses]

Harry Potter + text posts and tweets

[theazkabandreamer]

Harry and Ginny dog sitting Fang for Hagrid

Fang drools on Harry’s knee,

Fang loves Ginny brushing him,

Fang loves to cuddle up to Harry, leaving Ginny slightly jealous, but she shows Fang love anyway,

Ginny brings Arnold the Pgyamy Puff and Fang slightly sacred of him,

Ginny suggests getting a dog, but Harry reminds her that they already have lots of cats and Teddy occasionally. Ginny wouldn’t mind more kids.