#The Harry Potter Blood status' confuse me and I have no clue

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Harry Potter Blood Status

So I was thinking, how many generations would it take for a Muggle-born's bloodline to become pureblood?

Take the Potter's for example (Lily, James, Harry, etc) We know that Harry is Half-Blood due to lily being Muggle-born and James being Pure-Blood, would Harry and Ginny's Children be Pure-Blood, or would they be Half-Blood? And if they are half-blood, how many more generations of Magic-borns would it take for Lily's Bloodline to become Pure-Bloods? (Hypothetically if there just so happened to be no muggle-borns married into the family)

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The Silver Letter | 1

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: It’s their sixth year, Draco and the reader are placed in an arranged marriage by their pureblood families, expected to follow through they navigate their feelings for each other amongst the many other social pressures at Hogwarts.

Warnings: PARENTAL ABUSE! (verbal & physical) murder, and cussing. I am serious these themes are heavy-handed, don’t read something that’s going to hurt you okay?

Word Count: 2.9k

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

“Ooh, a letter from your mum? What’d you do to disappoint her this time?” Ron asked in between bites of his eggs at the sight of the silver envelope bearing your family crease.

“Being friends with you, Weasley is enough to disappoint any mother,” you teased back despite the lump of anxiety in your throat; letters from home were never a good thing.

You come from a line of influential, elitist, purebloods. All Slytherins, of course, and all married for status, never for love. Your parents stood with the Dark Lord in the last war, and stand with him now. When you were sorted into Gryffindor your first year, you expected to be disowned. Instead, you were just a stain on your family’s pristine reputation. You were simply a disappointment, but being that your brother was dead, you were your families’ last hope to continue the family line.

Now, you had been friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione since your first year, and the four of you were inseparable. They knew everything about you, from your favorite sweet to the grotesque details of your family’s abuse. They cared for you more than anything, as you cared for them.

“Do you want me to read it for you?” Hermione offered, noticing your hesitation at the sight of the silver envelope.

“No ‘Mione, it’s okay but thank you,” you said and broke the seal. “At least it isn’t a howler.”

Darling Y/n,

I have incredibly exciting news!

As you know, your Father and I have desperately been trying to salvage your reputation ever since you fell in with that crowd of mudbloods and bloodtraitors. Luckily for you, we have found a way to do so.

Despite your abhorrent behavior at school, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy have kindly agreed to an arranged marriage between you and their son Draco Malfoy whom you should know from school. He is a proper pureblood, and from what I have heard, a respectable young man.

Our families’ blood status and our standing in the community and with the Dark Lord secured this marriage. Do not ruin it with your childish behavior and silly ‘ideals’ as you know, they do not stand in our household.

This is your last chance to make things right with us. Neither your Father nor I will hear of any debate on the topic. Do not make the wrong decision; it could be your end.

The wedding shall be this summer after the two of you return from school. I suggest you spend this year getting to know your future husband, not getting into trouble with Harry Potter and his gang. It is time you start taking some responsibility for yourself and your actions Y/n.

We will see you home for Winter Holiday.

Signed,

Layah Y/l/n

You didn’t realize how long you were staring at the letter until Harry waved his fork between your face and the paper which had grown incredibly heavy in your hands.

“Are you alright Y/n/n? What does it say?” Harry asked gently, assuming the worst whatever that may be.

“They’ve put me in an arranged marriage with Draco Malfoy,” you whispered, shocked by the words that left your lips.

“You’re joking,” Ron deadpanned.

“Why in Merlin’s name would I joke about something like that, Ronald?” You seethed.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” He paused. “What’re you gonna do?”

“I don’t know,” you said and passed the letter to Hermione so that she could read it. “Just, for now, please don’t tell anyone, I don’t want everyone talking about this.”

“Of course,” Harry said. “We’re here for you, Y/n.”

“Thanks, Harry.”

“Y/l/n.”

The voice came from behind you, and it startled you. He sounded stern. You turned around to find that the voice that belonged to Draco Malfoy.

“Malfoy,” your voice was shaky despite your attempt at masking your panic.

“We need to talk.”

“Not here,” you said as you looked around at the third-years who were already staring.

“Of course not here, I’m not daft Y/l/n. We’re going on a walk,” He left no room for negotiation in his voice. You were going on a walk.

You rose, leaving your breakfast uneaten and the letter with Hermione. “I’ll see you all later.”

“Let’s go,” Draco said through his teeth.

He grabbed your wrist tightly as you stepped over the long bench in an attempt to rush you. His grip brought a sharp pain to your wrist, but you didn’t want to cause a scene so you exited the Great Hall without a word to the man at your side. It wasn’t until you were outside the castle that you ripped your wrist from Draco’s grip.

“Don’t ever grab me like that again. You understand, Malfoy?” You were still afraid and confused, but that didn’t mean he could treat you however he pleased.

“I’m sorry, I just-” you cut him off.

“I know it’s sudden and confusing, but we both knew an arranged marriage was coming. I just always figured I’d end up with Zabini or Nott,” you understood what he was trying to say, the two of you were an unlikely pairing. “Look, I don’t fancy the idea of marrying you either, Draco, but I don’t have a choice. I don’t have the luxury of parents who care about my wellbeing. I know you don’t like me, you’ve made that plenty clear over the past six years, but this arrangement means more than you think,” As far as you could tell, Malfoy’s were pure. They didn’t abuse and harm their children. They were just the perfect pureblood family, and Draco was their stuck-up, privileged silver boy.

“I’m sorry, loving?” He asked which piqued your curiosity, that’s what he got from that?

“Yes, I said loving, why?” You responded.

Draco scoffed, “Just because I’m not a bloodtraitor doesn’t mean my parents treat me with unconditional love Y/l/n.”

“I’m just a Gryffindor, I couldn’t have controlled that Draco,” you said through gritted teeth; why were you defending yourself to him?

“A Gryffindor who’s friends with a Weasley, a mudblood, and Harry Potter. That was a choice. You want your parents to be nicer to you? Stop being a fuck-up,” He said, acting exactly like the bully you had known all these years.

“So, this is why you wanted to talk? So you could bully me?” you said, you were unintentionally raising your voice.

“It’s your fucking fault we’re talking about this!” Draco matched your tone and volume, getting in your face and under your skin.

“Why did you bring me out here, Draco?” You asked, stepping back and crossing your arms over your chest.

“So we can figure this out,” he said, frustrated, as he ran his hand through his striking platinum blond hair.

“What is there to figure out? Are you going to go tell your mother this isn’t going to happen? That you’d rather be in an arranged marriage with some other pureblood because you don’t like me? You know that isn’t going to happen, Draco. We’d both ought to figure out how to live with this because it isn’t going away.”

“My mother said that I should try and befriend you, that it was my best chance at having a decently happy marriage,” he said under his breath.

His statement caused you to roll your eyes, “Oh well, I’m glad your mother cares about your happiness.”

“What’s with all of the snide remarks about my family?” He asked.

“Do you remember my brother Draco, William?”

“Of course I do, I’m sorry he went the way he did, he was a great man,” he said respectfully

“Yes, a great man who was murdered by his Father for ‘betraying his family’ and doing what’s right. William didn’t die from any accident, Draco, my Father killed him,” you said in a flat tone.

“You can’t know that Y/n,” he said, trying to reason his way out of what you were proposing.

“He did it in front of me and my mother, Draco. In the sitting room in the Manor. Why do you think they were so cold at the funeral, why they never speak of him, why he disappeared from the family tree and every single family portrait? He made the wrong choice, he was a stain on the family image, and he had to be removed. They won’t be afraid of doing that do me.” Red hot tears were leaking from your eyes, not from fear but from frustration. Frustration and anger that Draco couldn’t understand. With that, you pulled off your robe, letting it drop onto the grass below, your red and gold tie following along, and started unbuttoning your shirt.

“Woah, Y/n, what are you doing?” Draco asked, startled by you stripping right outside of the castle.

You pulled your shirt off and turned around, revealing a myriad of scars. Some were clearly fresh, the skin raised, red and angry, while others could have been there for years as they had started resting into your skin, some even beginning to fade. Only Hermione and William had seen them. Harry and Ron knew of them, and your parents had created them. You never planned on showing your scars to Draco Malfoy, especially not now. But you were compelled to prove a point, to show him what they put you through every day, so, here you were, with your arms over your chest and your bareback to Draco Malfoy. 

You could feel his eyes scanning your back, and it was so quiet you could nearly hear his thoughts, “Y/n put this on,” he said after a long moment, tossing you his Slytherin jumper, and picking up your school robes off of the ground.

You caught it and threw it on over your head, turning back to face him. The two of you were closer, and this time when he put his hand on your arm, it wasn’t out of malice, you could even describe it as gentle.

“I’m sorry, alright? I’m still in shock, and, well, Y/n, you’re not the only one with scars, okay? Now we’re going to make this work. For both of our sakes, I don’t know what that means right now, but I’m sure we’ll figure it out, anyways I-” He stopped as if he was censoring himself.

“You what? Draco?” You had no clue why he suddenly stopped.

“Nothing, just nothing, okay?” He was hiding something

“Alright,” you said, not wanting to push things

“Now, did your letter say anything about the winter holiday?” He asked, starting to walk back towards the castle, indicating for you to join him.

“Just that I’m expected home,” you answered.

-

“I showed him the scars,” you said to Hermione, sitting on her bed in your dorm room.

It wasn’t until after dinner that you had the opportunity to tell your best friend everything. After your walk with Draco ended, you had potions, after which came DADA, and so on. You hadn’t the opportunity to even think about the tumultuous morning.

“How’d he react?” She asked, utterly shocked.

“I honestly don’t know, the whole thing was so weird. He was almost kind about it, it was like speaking to a different person,” you said.

“It didn’t look that way when the two of you left breakfast,” she said, referencing his tight grip.

“He was confused like I was, we both got vague letters deciding our fates.”

“Don’t start making excuses for him Y/n,” Hermione shook her head. “He didn’t just change overnight, and he clearly wasn’t being all that nice.”

“Of course! I’m not trying to make excuses, but Hermione, the whole interaction was so different, I don’t know what to think.”

She nodded, “I’m sorry, I’m just worried for you.”

You appreciated the concern and nodded. “Thank you, and I’m worried as well, I just don’t know what for yet.”

“Of course, I’m really sorry that this is how the year is starting.”

“Hey, it isn’t us if it’s an easy term,” you said in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“That’s true,” she said and smiled, sadness still lacing her voice.

“I’ll be alright, Hermione, I promise.”

“I’m going to hold you to that, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am,” you said as she pulled you into a tight hug.

-

Draco had always known he’d end up in an arranged marriage of sorts, but he always assumed he’d have some say or warning. However, that morning his family owl arrived with news he hadn’t expected. At the head of the Slytherin table, Draco had the privacy to read the letter without bother.

Dearest Draco,

I know that this feels sudden, but your Father and I have news.

We have been corresponding with the Y/l/n family for some time now, and have come to the agreement that you and Y/n Y/l/n shall be married next summer. Y/n is in your year, I am sure you know her. She may not have the best history, but she comes from an important family in favor of the Dark Lord. This marriage will hopefully prove advantageous for your Father, and for yourself. The Dark Lord himself has approved it.

As your Father says, ‘Being a Malfoy means power, a power that needs to be cultivated, and strengthened with every generation.’ This, Draco, is part of your duty as a Malfoy.

While arranged marriages feel antiquated and stuffy, I admit they do not have to be loveless. Y/n is a passionate young woman, and should you put the effort in, I am sure the two of you could grow close. I would recommend befriending her and getting to know her before the wedding. That is your best chance at a loving marriage.

We shall be spending Winter Holiday at Malfoy Manor with the Y/l/n’s planning the wedding, so please do not make other plans.

Love,

Mother

Draco had to read the letter three times to even begin to understand the sharp turn his life just took, the change that took place with only one letter.

“Dray!” Pansy’s shrill voice cut through his thoughts. “What’re you reading, baby?”

“One, my private affairs are none of your business Parkinson. Two, and we have talked about this, we are not together. Understood?” His words cut her, as they were intended. With that, he rose from his seat and scanned the Gryffindor to find you. Of course, you were with Potter, Granger, and Weasley, you always were. It’s like the four of you were attached at the hip. Without a second look to his housemates and friends, he made his way over to you.

-

Draco always knew your family was far from kind, but he never knew your Father was cruel enough to kill his own son. The scars on your back, the ones that matched his, jabbed at the soft spot in his heart for you. The soft spot that had has always been there. Memories of you surfaced as he thought of the scars racing around your back. Being young and running around the gardens at Malfoy Manor, desperately dodging the peacocks who were not afraid to bite. Seeing you at society events with your Father’s iron grip on your shoulder, and a corset tied far too tightly. The dark bags steadily under William’s eyes despite his cheery demeanor, and his overprotective glance that was always on you. The shift in your posture when any authority figure entered the room or how you would wince at sudden movements or sharp noises. It all suddenly made sense, and Draco’s little crush on you grew even more. He also abruptly had an instinct to protect you and care for you.

At the same time, he knew the two of you disagreed, that you wanted out of the blood-purity culture entirely, that you had far more radical ideas than he, and that the two of you respectfully surrounded yourself with very different people. Your heart was kinder than his; the abuse you’d gone through strengthened you, while it beat him into submission.

Instead of reaching out with love and kindness, Draco did precisely what was done to him. He bullied and hurt people who he was taught were lesser than him. He became a Death Eater, and he would soon be a murderer.

Part 2 - The Red Bottle

[risingskywalker]

tag game!

tagged by @erinllindsays (yay @ making friends!! 💞)

rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people (cute that all these posts think i have so many FUCKING FRIENDS)

I tag: @jiggyknowswhatsup @dazed-confused-tired @andre-burky @andreburakovskyyyyyyy @krons55 -- i don’t have 20 friends, and these tag things I literally tag the same people, and don’t wanna annoy people with tags.... so if you see it and wanna do it, i also tag you (and if you hate these things, yell at me to leave you alone lmao)

last

1. drink - Sobe lifewater --- it’s some good shit

2. phone call - my little sister

3. text message - I sent “you remind me of this” and then a picture of Lenny from Shark Tales.

4. song you listened to - Old Scars/Future Hearts by All Time Low

5. time you cried - lmao literally last night. I cry all the god damn time

6. dated someone twice - .....i haven’t even dated someone once

7. kissed someone & regretted it - YUP

8. been cheated on - no

9. lost someone special - yes many times, in many different ways

10. been depressed - yep

11. gotten drunk & thrown up - I’ve pulled trig but I’ve never gotten drunk to the point where I was involuntarily puking

fave colours

12. Purple

13. Yellow

14. Like a teal color

the last year have you…

15. made new friends - yeah at school and in the wide world of tumblr

16. fallen out of love - no

17. laughed until you cried - all the time. i said it before, i literally cry all the time.

18. found out someone was talking about you - yeah and it sucks ✌🏻

19. met someone who changed you - yeah, not a good person, but made me a better person

20. found out who your friends are - yep, once again both good and bad.

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - yeah it was terrible, and then i avoided the guy forever

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in irl - idk let’s say like 93%

23. do you have any pets - yeah a fish named Misha that I gave to my brother, and a dog named Kaleigh

24. do you want to change your name - eh sometimes but only cause MY NAME HAS NO GOOD NICKNAMES AND IT MAKES ME MAD

25. what did you do for your last birthday - I went out to eat with my fam and my friend, and then my brother brought me to a BU Hockey game for my birthday a few days later which was fun cause I got to see Brady Tkachuk demolish a guy from Merrimack

26. what time did you wake up today - 9:00, had to drive back to school rip.

27. what were you doing at midnight last night - ...i was not spending my Saturday night watching reruns of Sabrina the Teenage Witch if that’s what you’re insinuating

28. what is something you can’t wait for - for UMass not to make it to the Frozen Four and me to prove my friend wrong (he thinks they have a chance how cute), oh and for 5sos to come out with their 3rd fucking album like they promised

29. what are you listening to right now - my roommates fan

30. have you ever talked to a person named tom - ah yes, i know many-a-toms

31. something that’s getting on your nerves - people who make every conversation about them and who make themselves seem superior.

32. most visited website - Blackboard (lol), and then twitter probably

33. hair colour - Kinda a dark brown, currently a blondie-ish color at the bottom, was purple at one point, probably gonna dye it dark again soon

34. long or short hair - that awkward middle length

35. do you have a crush on someone - eh kinda, i’m pretty content right now though so it’s not legit.

36. what do you like about yourself - my ability to get people who never open up, to open up. and to be the one who gets to listen to their stories and help if they need it

37. want any pericings? - my daith, and lowkey want my bellybutton pierced but idk

38. blood type - um I think the universal donor one, O? I have no clue

39. nicknames - I DONT HAVE ANY. well, okay my friends in high school used to call me Kbrem, and some people call me Kay sometimes. But to most people I have none, and I wish i did.

40. relationship status - forever single

41. zodiac - capricorn

42. pronouns - she/her

43. fave tv shows - Brooklyn 99, Jane the Virgin, Supernatural, Chicago Med, This is Us (but I suck at watching it cause I’m at school) and LOST forever and ever will hold a special place in my heart

44. tattoos - I have a lil elephant on my ankle, I’m getting a 13 with my cousins on my wrist, and I want a Harry Potter quote on my rib.

45. right or left handed - right

46. ever had surgery - yeah. Oh also had wisdom tooth surgery over break and those videos were HILARIOUS

47. piercings - double piercings on my earlobes and my cartilage but I never wear earrings, and my nose and I always have that in obviously

48. sport - I used to play softball and I used to swim. Hockey is my fav to watch but I’ve only ever played street hockey

49. vacation - I’ve never left the East Coast, I’m so lame I know. So vacation consists of around New England, Virginia, New York and Florida lmao go me.

50. trainers - what? if you mean shoes, why yes I do own some. If you mean athletic trainers, HAHAHA fuck that I don’t work out

more general

51. eating - I had some baked chicken and mashed potatoes for dinner cause my school ONLY LIKES TO SERVE CHICKEN AND IT’s ANNOYING

52. drinking - actually since answering the first question I’ve been drinking water so

53. I’m about to watch - I wanted to start Teen Wolf, so maybe that

54. waiting for - a motherfucking snow day, or spring break. I’ve been back at school for 2 weeks and I need a break

55. want - financial stability, not to be overwhelmed with school work, a better sense of belonging. that went from kinda a smartass response to deep, bye.

56. get married - at some point, to the right person

57. career - Clinical therapist! Preferably in a school setting or a private practice.

which is better

58. hugs or kisses - depends who’s giving them, but I love a good hug

59. lips or eyes - damn, eyes are beautiful but I pay attention to lips and how they move, but you can tell more by people’s eyes...so 👀

60. shorter or taller - taller

61. older or younger - older (not by much)

62. nice arms or stomach - arms! especially shoulders, I got a thing for shoulders idk why

63. hookup or relationship - relationship

64. troublemaker or hesitant - totally is dependent on the situation

have you ever

65. kissed a stranger - kinda...

66. drank hard liquor - yep

67. lost glasses - I literally don’t know where my glasses are so I hope my contacts don’t get irritating cause idk where my glasses are

68. turned someone down - hahaha YES, that’s my speciality, turn them down and run away

69. sex on the first date - nooooooo

70. broken someones’s heart - not that I know of

71. had your heart broken - yes, but not in a relationship sense, my friends, or rather “friends” have for sure broken my heart

72. been arrested - no!

73. cried when someone died - okay fucking obviously

74. fallen for a friend - yeahhh, don’t do that

do you believe in

75. yourself - depends, not as much as I’d like to

76. miracles - little ones, not water into wine caliber of miracles, but little miracles absolutely

77. love at first sight - physical connection, or a sense sure, not love

78. Santa claus - pfft what kind of question is that, obviously who else brings us presents?

79. kiss on a first date - yeah

80. angles - oh honey did you mean angels? I believe I got people watching over me. I also believe in angles because I used to have to do proofs involving them in geometry so I know they’re out there, and they make me want to cry

other

81. best friend’s name - Kassie, and my literally all my cousins, I know it sounds lame but I have a wicked close family

82. eye colour - Brown with a green ring around them 😊

83. fave movie - The Princess Bride, Miracle, idk what else I have a lot, and I can’t think of any right now

84. fave actor - jessuuusss. (disclaimer: jesus is not my favorite actor) shit, i don’t know Meryl Streep is a queen, most people from Massachusetts CHRIS EVANS!

that was only 84

[weasleyismyking540]

30 Day Shipping Challenge

Day 16: What is the absolute worst pairing? 

Oh Imma get some hate for this. Keep in mind that I'm not bashing people that like these ships, I'm just giving my opinion on why I do not like them and why they are NOTPs. Imma give two canon examples and two non-canon ones.

1. Harry and Ginny

I'm sorry, but I never saw it for those two at all. I felt like Harry only started liking Ginny because he seen that she was starting yo become unavailable to him, and he knee full well that she had liked him for years and was very used to it. I also feel like the relationship was more physical than anything else. It didn't seem like they did much outside of sneaking around and kissing. I know that he broke up with her "to save her" but I feel like it really wasn't needed. Ginny would have had the same sixth yearn regardless of them breaking up. With their personalities, I don't think it would have worked either. Harry being oblivious and broody would irk Ginny to no end. Especially when he took his frustrations out on the people around him. Harry wouldn't respond to Ginny's tough love (because you know she will give it) well, as he is used to being catered to by the Weasleys and other wizards when he is in his feelings, and the fact that Ginny wouldn't put up with his attitude like Ron and Hermione did wouldn't sit well with him. Maybe dating for awhile like they did, but I was both surprised and a bit disappointed when they ended up end game.

2. Jackie and Kelso

This relationship grinded my gears from the start. Two superficial brats put together for the sake of being annoying. Kelso is the true definition of who NOT to date. He was constantly cheating on Jackie because she wasn't putting out quick enough. He was always pressuring her to have sex. He would only really acknowledge her feelings when they effected him. He acted as if Jackie was just some toy that only had his attention when he wanted it to have it. All that "I love you Jackie" bs didn't phase me at all. If you really love someone you wouldn't constantly hurt that person on a daily basis like he did. Plus he was just dumb. What did Kelso really bring to the table? Not looks because even though he was cute, Hyde looked WAY better. Not brains because come on.... I mean he had his moments but he still had the brains of a dinosaur. He was conceited, arrogant, a liar, a cheater, a manipulator, and just an all around douchebag. Michael Kelso was a f**kboy and it irritated me so bad that Jackie pined for him so much.

3. Draco and Hermione (my Dramione friends are gonna kill me lol)

That punch was everything.

Anyways, in the fanfic world, this ship can totally work. You can write Draco however you want, meaning you can write him perfect for Hermione. You can make him confused by her to where he wants to learn more about her and give up his ways, you can write him angsty and have him conflicted between being with her or staying on the Death Eater path, you can write them making up as adult when Draco finally gets a clue, or you can have him not have any DE feelings at all and not be his bigoted self and be right for her. However, in canon and the way he is in canon, a relationship would have NEVER happened. First of all, he's a bigot who's main target is what she is. He hates Muggleborns. Especially her. He calls her a Mudblood. Anyone that calls someone a slur should not be with that person. That's just like a white person calling a black person a nigga. Second, at 12 years old....let me repeat...12 MOTHERFREAKING YEARS OLD...he wishes death upon her. What sick 12 year old does that ish? He bullies her about her blood status, he bullies her about her hair, he bullies her about her looks, he bullies her because it's Friday, he is just an outright douche. And people, that is NOT because he secretly liked her and I hate that people even say that. "Oh, I like this girl but since I can't work out my conflicting feelings, imma just call her slurs and bully her to no end until I get this thing worked out." No no, it doesn't work like that. And true, after he got with Astoria, he learned how not to be a bigoted douchebag, and Hermione and he started being cordial. That doesn't mean that all is forgiven and they became besties or would become lovers. Sorry, but in canon world, if Rowling would have put those two together, it would have been disrespectful to Hermione and would have made it seem like you can be a lil P.O.S. all you want to a girl, eventually you will get her. That's not a lesson I want my daughter to learn.

But y'all Dramione fanfic writers that do the ship justice in their AU (and don't bash Ron to make it work) y'all keep sailing your ship. I do the same with Drinny, so I for sure can't judge y'all for making an AU for Dramione to work.

4. Raven and Robin

Okay, so before fan fiction, I had NO CLUE that this was even a thing lol. When I discovered that it was, I was like absolutely not. Raven does not need someone that would brood right along with her (because Robin broods worse than Harry Potter, and that's saying something), and vice versa (because Raven does it too). Both her and Robin need someone to balance them out when they get into their moods. Starfire optimism is perfect for Robin, and Beast Boy's immaturity is actually what Raven needs from time to time. They make very good friends, don't get me wrong. They work well together, they are smart, they each have their demons that they somewhat help each other overcome. But their attitudes aren't really good for each other, and I could see Raven doing some kind of demon ish to Robin to make him stfu lol.

I know I'll probably get some grief for this. I'm prepared for it however. I'm entitled to my own opinions and I'm entitled to dislike what I dislike and talk about why I feel like that. I'm not bashing anyone's love for these ships. These are my opinions and mine alone, and just like I won't bash you for your love, I would think that I would have the same respect and not be bashed because I'm not into them. Let's keep it civil people.

[ravkasqueen]

Everything was perfect

Harry x reader

A lovely anon requested: Imagine with Harry meeting a pureblood son of a Death Eater first instead of Ron and they becoming best friends? And even though he’s Slytherin he is like really cute and sweet and awkward and rather protective of Harry when Draco’s bullying him? And then like when Harry starts liking somebody he gets really jealous and he’s like really confused why? And then one night at astronomy tower he admits his feelings to Harry and they kiss.. idk, so much fluff- can he also have blue eyes and dark hair?

Note: This was written, intended, for male readers but in all honesty, I feel this can be enjoyed by everyone no matter your gender :) also - please note that I did not make the reader have dark hair etc. as I leave these blanks for each individual reader to fill in <3

Word count: 2759

Masterlist

Forever tagging: @crownofdaisies @drxgonflyblue

As the rain splattered against the window of the compartment you sat in, legs drawn together and book in hand, a grin overtook your face. The typical English weather was nothing to be happy about but the memories it conjured always gave you a reason to smile. It wasn’t all that long ago that you sat in this compartment, in this train, met a strange boy with a lightning scar and green eyes which shone like emeralds.

How different everything would have turned out, had you gotten to the train on time and found a compartment for yourself, as opposed to reality where you had to search for somewhere which wasn’t already full. One thing was certain; the infamous Harry Potter would have never become your best friend.

The second he mentioned his name and your eyes turned wide you knew that he didn’t have a clue just how widely known he was. Coming from a pureblood family had meant that you knew exactly who he was. Having a father who was a Death Eater meant that you knew exactly why the mere mention of his name in your house was a taboo of sorts.

Growing up, you had been told stories of the Potter boy the same as any other child of magic. However, when you were told the story Harry became the villain rather than the saviour. Only as you grew older did you begin to realise that this may not be the case but instead of arguing about it with your parents, you simply chose to keep quiet.

The day that you met the boy, you saw that he could never possibly be all that he was said to. His clothes were drowning him, his hair looked as though it had never been combed and his smile was too carefree as you told him more about yourself. He certainly didn’t look like someone who wanted to take away magic and destroy its purity. And, the more you thought about this, the easier it became to realise that everything your family had told you had been a load of rubbish. Who cares about the purity of blood when the half-blood who sat opposite you made you feel as happy as you were in that moment?

Those were the ideals you kept with you until today. You were sorted into Slytherin, which was no surprise but the only reason you wished you never were, was the fact Harry was sorted into Gryffindor. This didn’t mean that you couldn’t be friends, though, and you were determined to make Harry yours. Now, six years later, you could say that you succeeded in doing not only this but also in keeping the fact away from your family. The last thing you needed was to be bombarded with constant questions regarding your best friend’s status, which was something you were certain would happen. Putting Harry in any sort of danger just wasn’t an option for you to consider. The mere thought of doing so made your insides curl and churn uncomfortably.

Recently, however, things had become a lot more tense. Nearly two years ago, You Know Who returned and killed Cedric Diggory in a graveyard, making the battle once again very, very real for everyone. Last year, you and a group of others were caught in a fight at the Ministry, which resulted in the death of Harry’s godfather; his last remaining member of remaining family.

The decision between your family and the side you wanted to be on had been an easier one to make than you would have originally thought after you saw your father leading the chase that night in the Ministry. Though, a small part of you suspected that the choice had been made all along since you and the boy with messed up hair had shared an entire trolley of sweets together.

Over the years, your feelings for Harry had become a lot more complex and now, whenever you looked at him you could barely refrain from grinning. The mere spectacle of him set your chest alight with the burning of unanswered questions and his grin could flip your stomach upside down, causing the butterflies could escape their jail. Whenever he was near, your fingers twitched with the impulse to touch him and when he went away your smile grew cold

Though, you knew it was pointless. These feelings you kept chained up in your heart could never be shared. There was no way Harry could ever possibly feel the same; he certainly never made it seem like he could. Besides, what would people say? The Chosen One…with you. Poor, plain, always in the wrong place at the wrong time throughout the years, you.

A loud noise which came from your left went off with a bang and you jumped out of your reverie. Eyes wild and head-turning you searched for the source but relaxed when you almost immediately found a group of Slytherin guys messing around with a couple of the Weasley’s products. You rolled your eyes and turned away to face the Common Room fire which shone an eerie green colour. ‘So much for “never buying them and supporting their joke of a shop,”’ you thought to yourself as memories of these very words came to your head.

Biting your lip nervously, you checked the time on your watch and decided that it was close enough to dinner to begin walking up towards the Great Hall. You sighed as you reached forwards for your forgotten book, closing it with a snap and intending to take it with you on your way as you stood up from your chair.

“Hey! Y/N!” A voice called and your eyes closed involuntarily for a couple of seconds as you breathed a small sigh.

The main thing you hated about your house where the people you shared it with. You could now see how you had been brainwashed to think a certain way while growing up but it was clear no one else in your house had either come to the same realisation or felt brave enough to say it out loud. Even you kept quiet about how you disregarded everything your parents had taught you – with all except Harry, that is.

Turning on your foot, you found yourself coming face to face with Draco. “Y/N!” He cried, smiling falsely. “Running off to see the 'wittle Potter?” He asked scathingly.

Despite you loving and understanding your close relationship with Harry, not many others from Slytherin house did. Draco constantly droned on about how proud and vain Harry supposedly was and whenever you corrected him on his opinions and accusations the complaints turned against you.

“Yes, Draco.” You sighed once more. “I’m going to the Great Hall where everyone else, including Harry, will be so I’m sure I’ll see him.”

Draco faltered for a moment before contorting his face in irritation. “No need to become sarcastic.” He bit out. “I was only asking a question after all.

You huffed. “Well, you were asking a stupid question, weren’t you?”

“Potter’s a twat.” He said. “I don’t know how you, or anyone else for that matter, can stand him.”

“Well,” you said while moving past Draco and towards the door without another look in his direction. “I don’t know how anyone could ever possibly stand to be in the same room as you for more than a couple of minutes. You don’t ever shut up and your voice is grating.”

You had almost gotten to the Common Room door when you felt a hand grab around your bicep and halt you in your tracks. Swinging around, you saw that Draco was there, preventing you from moving away.

“What did you just say to me?” He asked in a tone which suggested you likely shouldn’t anger him or else he may tell his father about you.

“The truth.” Was all you replied with before pulling your arm out of his grip and walking through the portrait hole.

You forced yourself to walk all the way to the Great Hall without checking over your shoulder, thinking that it would likely take Draco a while to understand your insult of him, anyway.

Once you got to the Great Hall, however, you were more than ready to see your friend once more. It had been one of the rare days where your timetables just didn’t match up and you ended up not seeing one another much at all. It always saddened you to reach the morning of this day and took great effort to drag yourself up and out of bed when the knowledge that you wouldn’t be seeing Harry until Dinner, after breakfast, hit.

You strolled through the large doors and spotted the boy with messy hair almost immediately and on impulse, you smiled and made a move to walk towards him where he sat at the Gryffindor table. Although, you stopped short of the bench the moment you saw whom he was with.

Laughing and joking by Harry’s side was Ginny Weasley.

Your heart clenched painfully within your chest and the guilt that you knew that you had no right to be hurt – Harry was not yours after all – made the experience more devastating. Swallowing nervously, you bowed your head and without your customary greeting to Harry, you headed to your own table and joined the other Slytherin students.

You partially felt as though you were being overly dramatic but when you turned and saw the longing expression on Ginny’s face; you knew you had been right all along. Ginny Weasley, after all these years, indeed still liked Harry Potter.

The thought alone was enough to make your stomach twist itself into knots and your appetite to leave completely. The truth behind the thought made you want to curl yourself into a small ball and hide away forever.

“You alright?”

Startled by the sudden words, you jumped and looked up to see Blaise Zabini looking at you with concern flickering in the crevices between his eyebrows.

Eyes widening and cheeks reddening, you nodded quickly and hastily poured yourself a goblet before raising it to your lips delicately as if you hadn’t a care in the world when the reality was quite the opposite. You were being too obvious if Zabini of all people could tell there was something bothering you. If he could tell, then that meant Harry would be able to tell in a heartbeat.

Sighing once more you allowed yourself a final look at the pair tables behind you, barely able to prevent your eyes from straying in that direction any longer. You winced as you saw Ginny laughing and grinning widely at something Harry had said. When she leant forwards and playfully slapped his shoulder, however, you couldn’t stand it any longer and you were soon pushing away from the table and heading back towards the Slytherin Common Room for the day. You weren’t hungry anyway.

 ***

 It had been two days and you had barely ventured outside of your dorm, feigning illness whenever someone asked and pretending not to think it serious enough for Madam Pomfrey to attend to when someone offered to fetch her.

You thought yourself dramatic but your sorrow kept you from feeling utterly pathetic. Doubt had crept into your mind and reality had struck. How on earth had you ever even entertained the possibility that Potter could ever like you back? The knowledge that he likely never would knock the wind out of you and prevented you from feeling much of anything other than the despairing numbness which had spread from your mind, your heart and into your fingers and toes. 

However, everyone has to pick themselves up and get on with life eventually. Everybody was at the Great Hall and you were alone for it was dinner time and the silence helped you to collect your thoughts. You knew you couldn’t allow yourself the time to grieve over a petty trouble any longer so you were trying to come up with a plan to distance yourself from Harry but the idea alone was crushing to tend to.

You were sat on the edge of your bed, head on your hands when a small scuffling sound caught your attention. Your head snapped up but when you looked, there was no one there to see but instead of turning away your eyes narrowed and continued to look around the room. It wasn’t unlike your fellow Slytherin members to leave a few…surprises behind. Grabbing your wand, you stood up and held it out in front of you defensively, ready for even the slightest move.

“Hey, Y/N!” Harry said, making you jump and shoot red sparks from your wand without thinking as he revealed himself from the invisibility cloak he had obviously been wearing.

Your jaw dropped as you stared at him dumbfounded. “What are you doing here?” You demanded after a moment’s hesitation.

Harry grinned cheerfully and dropped himself down onto the edge of your bed. “Visiting my best mate, what else would I be doing?” He asked with a cocky tilt of the head as he bundled the cloak into his arms and patted the place next to him as if he owned the place.

You fumbled for a minute before asking; “But, how did you get in?”

“It was simple,” he said in a bored tone with a non-committal wave of the hand. “Now, how are you feeling?” He asked. “I was told you were sick but you seem rather fine to me.” 

Scowling, you stalked forwards and dropped back into the space where you had been, next to Harry. “I am ill.” You defended weakly.

“Really?” Harry asked. “Must be some new illness which has no side effects at all.” He said sarcastically. “Now what’s really up?” You opened your mouth but he cut you off. “And, I want the truth.”

You frowned and shut your mouth before opening it once more. “I just have a lot on my mind at the moment, alright?”

Harry nodded to himself. “Alright. And, this isn’t something you feel able to share with your best friend, right?”

You bowed your head, guilt flooding you as you realised you had never before kept anything from Harry and nor he, you. “I-”

“No, I get it,” Harry said. “It would just be nice to know so I don’t have to worry about you.”

The thought of Harry worrying about you made the butterflies flutter once again but you restrained their emotion. “Do you like Ginny?” You questioned after a moment without thinking before opening your mouth. After hearing the words you had spoken, your eyes widened and your heart started to beat rapidly. You couldn’t believe that you had been so blunt and obvious.

Harry’s eyes widened to and he blinked to himself for a while and swallowed nervously. “What?” He asked after a moment. 

You closed your eyes and turned away, trying to shrug and feign nonchalance – as if it were no big deal to ask your friend about their romantic status with a random girl. “I don’t know.” You said hastily, wishing there was a way to take back what you had said. “It doesn’t matter, I don’t-”

“Nah, I don’t.” He said. “She’s not really my type in all honesty.”

You blinked and blushed. “Oh.”

“Why’d you ask?” Harry questioned with a hint of amusement in his tone.

He laughed nervously and scratched the back of your neck. “Oh nothing, I was just-”

“Jealous?”

“Yes.” You nodded without thinking before your eyes shot out of your head and you began to shake it frantically from side to side. “No!” You shouted. “No that’s not what I meant! I don’t, I-” 

When you turned back to face Harry, your words got caught up in your throat due to how close he was and you froze for a moment as your eyes stared directly into his. “Do you like me?” He asked.

“W-what?” Your voice trembled as your eyes betrayed you and strayed towards his lips. 

“Do you like me?” He repeated with a glint in his eye.

You sighed and bowed your head. “Yes,” You never got to finish your sentence as, as soon as the one word you had been dreading saying left your lips; a grin the size of the world sprung into place on Harry’s mouth and before you knew it his hand was caressing your cheek and he was lifting your head and pressing his lips against yours.

And, in that moment, everything was absolutely perfect.

[superlockdean]

Thanks @soci0pathic-bastard for sending this to me!

I just thought this would be for fun, I’m not going to tag anybody but I didn’t want to leave it unanswered.

1.drink: Water or Mint tea 2. phone call: Joe 3. text message: John Watson (name in phone) 4. song you listened to: Out of Control, Jefferson Starship 5. time you cried:��Idk past few days? 6. dated someone twice: no 7. kissed someone and regretted it: um…no 8. been cheated on: No 9. lost someone special: Yes 10. been depressed: Yes 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: No

3 favourite colours 12. Red 13. Blue 14. black

in the last year have you 15. made new friends: Yes 16. fallen out of love: No 17. laughed until you cried: Yes 18. found out someone was talking about you:  don’t think so??? 19. met someone who changed you: No 20. found out who your friends are: Not sure what this means?? 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: Nope

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Don’t have a facebook

23. do you have any pets: One dog (Pippin) 24. do you want to change your name: No 25. what did you do for your last birthday: Had a few intimate friends for game night and pie. 26. what time did you wake up: 10:25 am 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Watching untold stories of the ER 28. name something you can’t wait for: For two of my friends to come home from trips. 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: 20 minutes ago. 30. when was the last time you saw your dad: Last night. 31. what are you listening to right now: Suprisingly, not anything 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: I don’t think..? 33. something that is getting on your nerves: People 34. most visited website: Tumblr/Netflix/Youtube 35. hair colour: Dirty Blonde 36. long or short hair: Long 37. do you have a crush on someone: No 38. what do you like about yourself: Um..idk? 39. piercings: Just earrings, never ever wear any though. 40. blood type: Last test was inconclusive. 41. nickname: None 42. relationship status: single 43: zodiac: Capricorn 44. pronouns: she/her 45. favourite tv show(s): Merlin, Spn, Sherlock etc. 46. tattoos: None 47. right or left handed: Ambidexterous but prefer right. 48. surgery: None 49. piercing: Already answered, confused? 50. sport: Pfft, sports… 51. vacation: Italy 52. pair of trainers: Combat Boots 53. eating: Had pie two hours ago. 54. drinking: Water I guess. 55. i’m about to: Scroll through my dash/ 56: waiting for: Sleep 57. want: Sleep 58. get married: nope 59. career: Author/literary agent 60. hugs or kisses: hugs 61. lips or eyes: eyes 62. shorter or taller: I’m super short, so taller? 63. older or younger: Older 64. nice arms or nice stomach: Arms 65. hook up or relationship: Relationship if I must. 66. troublemaker or hesitant: Troublemaker occasionally

have you ever 67. kissed a stranger: No 68. drank hard liquor: Yes 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: Yes, but only briefly. 70. turned someone down: No 71. sex on first date: NO 72. broken someone’s heart: Um I have no clue 73. had your heart broken: Um..no? 74. been arrested: No 75. cried when someone died: Yes 76. fallen for a friend: Naw man

do you believe in 77. yourself: Pfft 78. miracles: Not for me 79. love at first sight: Nope 80. santa claus: Never have, never will. 81. kiss on the first date: Ahahahhaha 82. angels: Yes

other 83. current best friend’s name: Ciarra 84. eye colour: Brown 85. favourite movie: All the Harry Potters I suppose, or Talledega Nights for comedy.