#and what that would mean when Voldie died for good

[purplekissinger]

hmm…hey, dear! I saw that your requests are open and I would like to know, can I get a fluffy (if that's possible) Voldemort, but as Voldy and not Tom (I mean with his snake form and not human) and wife fem reader (ambiguous appearance) in which he introduces her to his followers(with the right of him calling her his lady or queen or something like that) and despite the regrets and what everyone thinks, he is really devoted to her (even a little yan ) and the reaction of the diners seeing the way the dark lord treats his lovely wife (who is a magnificent witch, by the way) please? keep this wonderful fanart (https://www.tumblr.com/snake-queen7/730095728446291968?source=share) credits to the original author

Death and the Maiden

“why, I am growing quite sentimental... But look, Harry! My true family returns...”

Hiii anon!! Thanks for such a cool idea :3 Look, there is fluff here, Voldemort being nice with reader and all that, BUT!! I accidentally added some pretty dark themes. Like, really dark. Y/N uhhhhhh revives the Dark Lord, no less than that. There are not many details here, but the description of the ritual is sort of the same as in the fourth book. TW: blood, mention of cuts, morally grey reader, Voldemort and Y/N being a disaster couple.

Oddly enough, the most difficult part was finding the grave of Merope Riddle.

She died as Tom Riddle Sr's lawful wife, you now knew this for sure, because you rummaged through a thousand decayed documents in search of the name of the cemetery in the ground of which her poor bones lay. The archives of the hospital, the morgue, three Confunduses and one Imperio led you to Tottenham Park, to the old cemetery, where the poor were buried at that time, where on a tiny piece of land the unfortunate woman finally found peace. The peace that you were now about to disturb.

“Bone of the mother, taken with respect, you will renew your son!” you said in a whisper. And, looking at the ground that had parted under your feet, you thought that it’s good that they didn’t think of cremating Merope.

***

He has many names and so does Y/N.

“Y/N” — he’s the one who calls you that when no one can hear. This name is for him only, like a password, like a key on a chain hidden under a shirt, like a secret door in a solid wall. “Y/N.” "Tom".

“Mistress of the Riddle Manor” is a little cheesy, but you like it. It was you who persuaded him not to huddle at Malfoy’s, but to take the house that rightfully belonged to him, it was you who remade and altered everything here to your taste, it was you who turned an abandoned mansion into a cozy fortress on the border of the forest, it was you who caught a smile on his lips when he saw a tapestry with the Slytherin coat of arms on the wall. “My lady, you have impeccable taste,” he said then, and you bowed playfully.

“She Who Remained Faithful” is not something anyone among the Death Eaters actually calls you, but Voldemort likes to mention this epithet at meetings to emphasize what they should all strive for. When Bellatrix hears this, there are angry tears in her eyes. You are the eternal employee of the month. If there was an honor roll at Riddle Manor, it would have a full-length photo of you on it.

Newspapers are not so kind. In the headlines of the ‘Daily Prophet’ first pages, you are always “She Who Should Not Be Remembered.” The soft “should not be remembered” looks touching in comparison with the stern “must not be named.”

“You should call my wife “Mistress” or “My lady,” Voldemort says softly, looking around the room. “No other way. Although I do not recommend kissing her hand because it could cost your life”.

The Death Eaters gathered around the table nod uncertainly. You smile slightly, touching his palm under the table. His long boney fingers are cold, but only you know that they are also very, very gentle.

“Perhaps,” he adds thoughtfully, looking sideways at you, “such a kiss should be worth your whole life.”

At the wave of a pale hand, they rise from their seats, take turns approaching you and bowing at a respectful distance, and swear allegiance.

“Thank you for your invaluable help...” Snape says rotely. He is the only one who fully understands the incredible level of witchcraft you achieved by performing the ritual. He is the only one who understands how dangerous the mistress of Riddle Manor is, who has not a single murder to her name, but only one revival of the Dark Lord.

“... and I swear eternal fidelity...” Peter whispers. His small eyes sparkle and he tries not to look at you, but he can’t. Not even the fear of getting Crucio'd stops him.

“...my lady,” Bellatrix spits. In her eyes there is resentment, envy, longing... admiration?..

***

Tom Riddle had no friends. Voldemort neither. But, since you convinced him to do the most risky experiment in the world ever, to change the ritual of “Flesh, Bone and Blood”, then you had to go all the way.

You needed to sneak into Hogsmeade under the cover of darkness, which in itself is not an easy task, slip into the castle, find the Chamber of Secrets and allow Tom to possess you so that with your lips he could say the cherished “Open.” You had to jump into the cold darkness, you had to walk through the damp tunnels, you had to close your eyes when, rustling its scales, a huge creature approached you and, sniffing the air with its terrible nostrils, emited a bubbling hiss, in which any Parseltmouth would recognize the delight of a long-awaited meeting. “Why, you recognise me, after all,” Tom said tenderly, without leaving your body, and your arms wrapped around the thick snake neck. “Well, hello, Susie. Long time no see". A quiet, gentle hiss was the answer. "Thank you. Listen, there's something I really need you to do now...”

In one motion, you knocked over the fogged diamond vial over the cauldron. The blood of Susie the basilisk, the only creature in the world that Tom Riddle had ever considered a friend, turned the potion golden.

“Blood of the friend,” you said, breathing in, “given willingly, you will ressurect your ally!”

You understood Susie perfectly. Knowing Tom meant being willing to do anything for him.

***

“Do you want to celebrate our wedding at the Ministry or at Westminster Abbey?” Voldemort asks casually.

These quiet mornings are just for the two of you. When the fog over Little Hangleton had not yet cleared, and a cool freshness reigned in the garden, you, slowly, hand in hand, walked through the garden, and you proudly showed him the new flower beds, and he listened very carefully and admired both the flowers and you .

“We’re already married, Tom,” you reminded him and with a graceful gesture you raised your left hand, as if to show him a thin ring with an emerald. He quickly grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips.

“No,” he answered seriously. “It was a formality. I want a celebration for all of London, all of England. I want everyone to see you and know whose wife you are”.

Means a lot coming from someone who can throw the Cruciatus curse at any insolent person who dares to even look at you.

“Oh, aren’t you ambitious, my lord,” you laugh, running your finger along his pale cheek. “Is there anything else you might want?”.

“Of course there is,” Voldemort says with no hesitation, but for a brief moment you think that he’s trying to joke. “I want you to wear the crown of England.”

You hide your smile, turning away.

“Then we’d better get married in the London Tower.”

***

The potion hummed impatiently in the cauldron as you hurriedly unbuttoned your shirt with numb fingers. The third ingredient was too easy, a simple task. It has always been with you, from the day you and Tom looked into each other's eyes.

‘Flesh of the beloved!’ you gasped, breaking into a scream, when the dagger made the first cut on your left shoulder, ‘Given lovingly!.. You... will revive!..’ a little bit more, just a little! ‘Your loved one!"

Will is what is important. Intention is what is important. You don’t need to throw your entire arm from shoulder to hand into the cauldron, just a small piece of flesh is enough, which is worth more than thousands of Galleons, more than unicorn blood and basilisk venom. The will and intention of Her-Who-Remained-Faithful.

***

“You are the most precious thing I have,” Voldemort says quietly when the meeting is over and the two of you are sitting by the fireplace, hand in hand, your head on his shoulder. “I never expected to find such a treasure. And now it is not only with me, but also inside of me… Oh, how are you so loyal to me, my lady?”.

“I would throw my heart into the cauldron if necessary,” you say honestly.

“Don’t you ever say that,” he hisses angrily. “for it's mine”.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

I think that during the first and second wars Death Eaters did attack Muggles, but nothing so extreme that it would make Muggle headlines. It seems like when it comes to attacking Muggles Voldemort kept the Death Eaters on a tighter leash than when they would attack their fellow wizards and witches.

Why do you think that is? I can imagine a fair few Death Eaters itching for the chance to really let loose and go on a rampage, to break the Statute and show the Muggles just how "inferior" they are. Why do you think Voldemort kept them mainly focused on the Wizarding World?

I think it might be because, growing up during the Second World War and especially during the Blitz, Voldemort knows just how dangerous Muggles really are, something that the Death Eaters truly don't get at all. Muggles have waged war on such a destructive scale that the Wizarding World never has, which Voldemort has seen first-hand.

I already talked about it here and here, and you're right. During the first war, Voldemort clearly kept more of a leash on his Death Eaters — both when attacking muggles and fellow wizards. The only wizards that seemed to be free reign for the Death Eaters to attack were those affiliated with the Order of the Phoenix, and even then he only allowed them to be killed really towards the end of the war from 1979.

And I think that's because he doesn't really want a lot of people dead. Like, he's not a good guy, he won't mind if some died, but Voldemort consistently tries to avoid what he considers unnecessary casualties, both magical and muggle.

In the second war, his patterns change somewhat since his goal is different. As I talked about here. He no longer just wants to distract the ministry with war while he does his thing, he wants to kill Harry Potter. Because that's his sole focus, he isn't nearly as involved (He is so uninvolved in his own government takeover Umbridge can walk around with Slytherin's locket and claim it as her family heirloom without dying a torturous death) and the first chapter in HBP shows how that effects the muggle casualties:

How on earth was his government supposed to have stopped that bridge collapsing? It was outrageous for anybody to suggest that they were not spending enough on bridges. The bridge was fewer than ten years old, and the best experts were at a loss to explain why it had snapped cleanly in two, sending a dozen cars into the watery depths of the river below. And how dare anyone suggest that it was lack of policemen that had resulted in those two very nasty and well-publicized murders? [The murders were Vance and Bones, both witches] Or that the government should have somehow foreseen the freak hurricane in the West Country that had caused so much damage to both people and property?

(HBP)

The Death Eaters clearly attack muggles in the second war when Voldy just isn't there to tell them no. Yes, the two outright murderers were of witches, but the bridge collapse and the hurricane clearly hurt and killed muggles.

So, in the first war, yeah, Voldy didn't want to cause unecessaariy death among both muggles and wizards. In the second war, he cared way less about keeping his Death Eaters in line, but, still, when given the chance, when he was on the scene, he did limit them:

You have fought,” said the high, cold voice, “valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery. “Yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste. “Lord Voldemort is merciful. I command my forces to retreat immediately. “You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured.

(DH)

Yes, he is ready to kill each and every one of them if it means he gets what he wants (killing Harry Potter) but Voldemort wishes to avoid unnecessary death, both magical and muggle:

He saw the small boy’s smile falter as he ran near enough to see beneath the hood of the cloak, saw the fear cloud his painted face. Then the child turned and ran away. . . . Beneath the robe be fingered the hand of his wand. . . One simple movement and the child would never reach his mother. . . but unnecessary, quite unnecessary. . . .

(DH)

Voldemort lets muggle kids go after they saw him because their deaths aren't necessary. He thinks of himself as merciful. He doesn't kill without a reason and when he's around, he forces his followers to obay his own moral code.

But I don't think it has anything to do with him fearing muggles. I don't think he's too concerned with the well-being and secrecy of the wizarding population. Voldemort doesn't really care for ruling and would likely not lift a finger to help wizards if muggles found them out and decided to nuke them. I don't think he'd care enough to do something.

Like, he won't kill someone when he doesn't have a reason to, but he won't save someone if he doesn't have a reason to either.

Like, I think Voldemort is wary of muggles and would rather not reveal wizards to them, but I don't think that's his top concern in how he manages his Death Eaters. Because while he is wary, he does look down on muggles and thinks they would just never figure it out because they're too stupid (he thinks the same about most wizards, tbh). So, I don't think that's a big part of his motivation on why he avoids muggle casualties.

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Someone was asking me did I think Sirius was cunning or had lots of Slytherin traits.

I don’t think so at all.

The Slytherin traits are essentially:

Cunning - this is not the same as intelligence or cleverness. It’s the quality of being astute or sharp in practical matters; the ability to find and pursue the most advantageous course of action, sometimes at the cost of moral compromise. Canny, crafty, weighing up the possibility and deciding based on what’s going to be in your best interests. Someone who is cunning has the ability to achieve things in a clever way, often by deceiving other people. When was Sirius like this? I’ll tell you who is cunning and shrewd, it’s Albus Dumbledore.

Ambition where in canon was Sirius ambitious? If he was he’d have pretended he was a good, obedient son and not run away and gotten blasted off the family tree. He might have stayed on and lied to them all, then if he was also cunning he might have brought Voldy down from the inside. Sirius like this? Nope!

Resourcefulness he’s pretty resourceful fair enough

Pride where in canon is he proud? Pride is a feeling that you respect yourself and deserve to be respected by other people; Pride can also have a negative meaning and refer to exceedingly high self-regard. Sirius is shown as racked with guilt about making Peter secret keeper, doesn’t believe Harry will want to live with him when he offers, didn’t try to leave Azkaban for 12 years because he believed he deserved to be punished for being responsible for the Potters’ deaths. He’s kind and thoughtful to Harry and his friends and to animals. He can be cutting towards others that he dislikes but that’s not pride. He’s rude to Kreacher but it’s not because he thinks he’s superior to house elves but because Kreacher hated Sirius and adored his mother and brother.

Self-preservation Sirius scores -10 points!

Shrewdness as above, not a talent of his

The Gryffindor traits are:

Daring To be daring is to be bold, adventurous - a quality possessed by people who tend to take risks. The fellow who became an animagus as a teenager and risked Azkaban every full moon to run wild with his pack. The guy who joined the Order at 18 to risk his life fighting against the bad guys. “What’s life without a little risk?” Now you’re talking!

Nerve Some common synonyms of nerve are audacity, cheek, chutzpah, effrontery, gall, hardihood, and temerity. While all these words mean "conspicuous or flagrant boldness”. The fella who got millions of detentions with his best mate, who loved breaking rules, who nearly got arrested by muggle policemen for his antics, while wearing a stupid, brazen phoenix t-shirt, who converted a muggle motorbike into a flying machine? The guy who taunted his psychopathic Death Eater cousin? Who told Snape about the Whomping Willow… Ah, yep, that’s him!

Chivalry - polite, kind, and unselfish behaviour, especially by men towards women. As noted above, he’s very much like this to Harry and the other children. He tells Hermione she’s the brightest witch of her age. He buys Ron a present of an owl. He’s caring of Buckbeak, he’s great pals with Crookshanks. He risks the dementors’ kiss to buy Harry his Firebolt and watch him play Quidditch and help him fight Dementors. He was polite to Molly despite the fact she told him he wasn’t there for Harry growing up (when he was innocently imprisoned in Azkaban!!) which was very upsetting.

Courage - courage is taking action in spite of the fear you feel. Standing up to his family, fighting against Voldemort in the first Wix war despite being outnumbered 20:1, fighting in the second Wix war to try to protect and save Harry etc etc

Sirius: "What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard that ever existed? Only innocent lives, Peter!"

Peter Pettigrew: "You don't understand! He would have killed me, Sirius!"

Sirius: "THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED! DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!"

Bravery the quality or state of having or showing mental or moral strength to face danger, fear, or difficulty. It wasn’t just the above, it was also agreeing to live in Grimmauld Place so he could let the Order use the safety of the house, despite the painful memories of a bad childhood and the death of his brother, despite sounding depressed/PTSD/drinking heavily during that part of the book. Resisting Snape goading him for sitting in the house and doing nothing.

“I don't like being back here...I never thought I'd be stuck in this house again.”

😭😭😭

Determination managing to become the first prisoner to escape from Azkaban etc

[lucigoo]

Weekly Roundup: 15th April - 22nd April

Whoop, Sunday, tht means weekly roundup and recs (were going to pretend it is NOT Monday lol) So, I have writtn 13,184 words this week, and have uploaded 2 fics this week (technically it's three, but the Thorin Spring Forge fic is revelaed o the 25th) So, on to the recs: Not All That Glitters (Is Good For Your Health) - comatosecombat - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, post quest for Erebor)

Summary: In his attempt to distract Smaug from attacking Lake-town, Bilbo accidentally destroys the One Ring of Power, saves the day and brings peace on Middle-Earth.

When it comes to him and Thorin, that resolves absolutely nothing. An Unexpected Addition - karategal - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, this whole series is pure gold imo) Summary: All of the dwarves survive the Battle of the Five Armies, but Bilbo must return to the Shire to sort out his old life and make way for a new one in Erebor. Over one year later, Bilbo comes back to the Lonely Mountain with a recently orphaned Frodo. King Thorin isn't quite sure what to make of this new, tiny addition to his Company. far across the distance - LinguisticJubilee - The Hobbit - (Bilbo/Thorin, schmoopy Thorin has my whole heart)

Summary: Balin blinks, shifting backwards. “Laddie, it’s—it’s been a year. Bilbo has returned home, to the Shire.” He looks at Thorin, then says more gently, “I did not realize you counted the hobbit among your treasures.” i've loved you in a million different ways - dotty456 - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, James/Regulus, this is one of my fav Hogwarts-No voldy fics ever)

Summary: An everybody lives fanfic that follows the Marauders from before their first year to the end of Hogwarts - may include mentions of their children/marriages and future stuff because I can. Dumbledore is a douchebag, Voldemort doesn't exist and the Black cousins join together before the elder Blacks start burning that damn family tree. One Flash Of Light, But No Smoking Pistol - Ludo_ten - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, Zombie Au)

Summary: Nov 1981: Sirius wakes up hungover in a stranger's bed when an emergency radio broadcast warns of a viral outbreak and instructs everyone to stay inside.

Isolated and homeless, Sirius has no choice but to reconcile with his estranged brother. Their uneasy alliance plants the seeds for buried family secrets to surface. Together, they venture to Wales in search of the man he never told he loved before it's too late. What to do when one has died? Dig of course. - DBlack13 (Bilbo/Thorin, Afterlife fic, I repeate Afterlife fic (not that i have a fav trope or anything .....)

Summary: After death, Bilbo is bored. He misses his adventures, and although Yavanna’s Garden is everything a hobbit would wish for, Bilbo can’t help missing his friends in the Company, and above all, a certain blue-eyed leader… Hopefully theres at least one for you there.

Now, on to my fics <3 I'm real, I'm here. Open your eyes and see. (For @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 249, Siirus/Remus)

Summary: Remus often dreams about Sirius and it makes him reluctant ot open his eye to the nothing he knows he will find when he does. But will he? Has he really lost everything? Thank you for giving me the stars (Sirius/Remus, an Animal Au based of this amazing art by @depsidase)

Summary: Remus and Teddy are outcasts, on the edge of Axolotl society, but Teddy makes a new friend and it looks like Remus may make a something more who is willing to show him the stars. Have a good week all <3

[atyd1960]

Here’s an in depth explanation about why if the plot holes in Harry Potter weren’t bigger than the of the plot itself and things actually MADE SENSE, the books wouldn’t have had any plot and everyone would’ve been happy and alive:

Voldemort’s attempted murder:

How do you fail to kill a 1 year old baby? I truly couldn’t come up with an easier murder scenario. DROP HIM FROM THE WINDOW. SLICE HIS THROAT. PUNCH HIM REALLY HARD OVER HIS HEART. If Harry actually died Voldemort would win the war.

Harry’s residence with the Dursleys:

1. Dumbledore said that the only way to keep Harry safe was to keep him living with Petunia, but he was comfortable with putting Harry in Grimmauld place 2 month after Voldy came back, or having him living him with the Weasleys at the height of the war a year later? So he clearly could’ve let Harry live with a good a loving adoptive wizarding family with means to defend/protect him magically instead of by blood or whatever it is the Petunia had.

2. If the UK is the center of the war and the place where Voldemort was most powerful then why putting Harry there? He could’ve lived in some little village in France and then go to Hogwarts when he was 11 (I know only people from the UK can get into Hogwarts but I’m sure they could make and exception for Harry). In that scenario Harry also would’ve had a choice between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons \ the magical school of whatever country he lived in, and I think any school that isn’t Hogwarts would’ve been safer for him.

3. Even if for some reason Harry really did have to grow up in London with the Dursleys, that’s no excuse for the neglect he got from Dumbledore. The man could’ve gotten the Muggle Child Protection Services involved, he could’ve kept track on Harry’s life- like put a guard or something, or visit/make someone else visit him regularly to threaten the Dursleys and make them give Harry a ROOM??? And treat him better?? He could’ve let Ms Figg be actually kind and good to Harry and be somewhat a mother figure to him bc god knows little Harry needed somebody like that in his life. He could’ve been PRESENT in Harry’s childhood??? He could’ve gotten Harry into a good elementary boarding school or whatever. SO MANY OPTIONS. Harry deserves better.

Harry’s first year in Hogwarts:

1. Dumbledore could put the philosopher’s stone in a magically secured vault and hide it in his office and then not tell to anyone about it / lie about its whereabouts.

2. It’s explained that Dumbledore KNEW that Quirrell had some sort of involvement with Voldy/the dark forces, so he could just FIRE HIM???

3. Dumbledore could confront Quirrell and kill him by himself instead of leavig it to a dumb 11 y/o?

4. The options are literally endless.

Side note: it’s definitely not talked about enough in the fandom or in the books that Harry literally murdered a guy on his first year in Hogwarts? That’s some heavy shit.

Harry’s second year:

Dumbledore could’ve just sent all the tiny little helpless pupils back to their homes after a cat got PETRIFIED in a hate crime and hung on a wall with a racist writing that’s a warning to all the muggle borns in the school?? And then he could’ve found the chamber of secrets himself and confront Tom Riddle and bring the kids back when everything’s safe. Who keeps their school open when there’s a continues terrorism attack going on in it???

Side note- if in MY school a cat got petrified and hung on the wall, with her blood used to deliver a hateful message, I would call my mom crying and shaking and ask her if I can move to different school. And possibly a different country while we’re at it:)

Harry’s third year:

None of that shit would’ve happened if Sirius just got his trial like he should’ve and like what’s required in any civilized society??? Dumbledore really did him dirty- that’s your student of 7 years and the guy who gave up his youth to fight by your side, he put his life on the line under your order countless times and then you just give up on him at the first sign that something’s wrong???? FOUL.

They could give Sirius the truth serum after locking him up at the end of the book. And then they would know that he’s telling the truth and they would let him go.

Harry’s fourth year:

1. HOW DO U FAIL TO REALIZE THAT THE GUY YOU WORKED WITH FOR LITERAL DECADES AND WAS PRACTICALLY YOUR SECOND IN COMMAND DURING ONE OF THE WORST WARS YOUR WORLD HAS FACED IN CENTURIES IS NOT ACTUALLY THE SAME GUY AS THE ONE YOU HIRED TO TEACH A BUNCH OF INCOMPETENT LITTLE BRATS HOW TO DO MAGIC FOR A WHOLE YEAR.

2. All the signs were there and were so obvious, Dumbledore should’ve acted to reveal Barty before everything went down. All it took was an OFFICE CHECK??? Bro.

Also- Barty could just kidnap Harry on his first day back in school and apparate to the graveyard with him. Why wait a whole year?? Why give Harry such an easy way out (the Portkey)???

Harry’s fifth year:

1. If the ministry of magic put their truth serum and ability to read minds to use they could confirm that Voldy’s back and join Dumbledore in his efforts to prevent the upcoming war. Voldy was fairly weak at that point so if the ministry did a sufficient investigation and properly warned everyone, Voldemort could’ve been locked up and killed very quickly.

1. We all know this book is nothing but a big 896 pages long chunk of MISCOMMUNICATION. If Dumbledore just told Harry the truth about the prophecy and about his mom’s spell in the beginning and not in the end everything would’ve been fine.

2. Dumbledore could just let someone from the order blow the prophecy up or something. Set it on fire and shit. Make it gone.

Harry’s sixth year:

1. If Dummydore actually gave a shit about his students he would have helped Draco and give him and his parents a shelter and work harder to make the school impossible for death eaters to get into.

2. If he didn’t willingly refuse the privilege of treatment to his curse then he wouldn’t have DIED and left poor 16 y/o Harry all by himself.

3. Dummydore could’ve just kept dumbass 16 y/o Harry Potter out of the hunt after the cursed&deadly soul pieces of his parents’s murderer. He could get someone appropriately old and competent to help him.

Harry’s seventh year:

1. If Dumbledore didn’t refuse medical treatment he could’ve just hunt for the horcruxes himself.

2. Dumbledore could’ve left Harry & Hermione & Ron a little more than a children’s book and a lighter??? Like he could actually give them means to protect themselves.

3. Dumbledore could’ve gotten older more competent order members to go after the horcruxes and not leave it in the hands of a bunch of teens.

4. The only thing that must involve Harry in the whole of the 7 books JK wrote about him, is his death. Harry had to die for Voldy to be defeated. And that’s the only thing he had to do. Ever.

In conclusion: Everything’s Dumbledore’s fault

[spells-and-liquid-luck]

Severus snape has a Slytherin potions apprentice because she wants to become a potions master so he is teaching her. One day she doesn't turn up to lessons and Snape asks Dumbledore why, he says that her parents were killed by voldy. (This is set during her 6 year) when she returns she is the same, but more rude and mean. She gets into fights with other students a lot. When the school year ends she tells Snape goodbye, saying she probably won't be seeing him again because she has to go to an orphanage because no family wanted her and the orphanage probably won't let her come back to Hogwarts. Snape gets angry at Dumbledore for not telling him about his apprentices problem. Snape then decided that he is going to host his apprentice over the summer. So she goes to live with Snape basically.

Strictly student teacher realationship nothing more pls

Apprenticeship- Snape x Student Reader

Warnings: mentions loss of parents.

"Now begin to mix the potion on a medium heat until it becomes a purple slimy like substance." Snape explained dully. Her fingers gripped around the potion mixer as she slowly began mixing the potion in a clockwise motion. The mixture started to boil as it turned into what Snape had just explained. He turned to look down at the cauldron which made her look up at him with nervousness in her her eyes as she searched desperately for his approval. His stone-like face made her almost believe that her concoction was horrible until she heard him speak. "Very well. It looks. Exceptional." His emotionless voice spoke and stressing each syllable of the last word. She exhaled a relieved sigh. She had been working. She had been working for this apprenticeship since she was in year 3 and she refused to mess it up it all up. Year 6 was her year to shoe Snape that she could be the best potions master of her age, and this was going to be the best school year yet but like all good things they must end. She had begun to show defiance and lack of care for anything. Not because she decided to reinvent self, but because she went through something so horrific and gut wrenching that it simply broke her spirit and her heart leaving her empty.

Her grades began to drop as she ditched her classes and she hadn't showed up to her private lessons with professor Snape. He began to wonder what had happened since she was so willing to learn and be a potions master. The only one who knew about her reasoning behind her lack of interest in her studies was Dumbledore. Snape knew that if anyone knew the reasoning behind her absence, it would be him. He decided to pay him a visit in his office to discuss why she had been acting so strange. "Do you have any idea of what she is doing?" She is showing no care for her studies, she is a promising student and she is willingly throwing her entire future away." Snape said with annoyance. "I'm afraid that something has happened and she is grieving in her own way." Snape snapped his head up to look at Dumbledore. "Grieving?" Dumbeldore offered him some candy before answering but Snape politely declined. "I am saying this with such a heavy heart. I'm afraid that her parents died at the hands of Voldemort. She will finish the school year, but she has made it perfectly clear that she will not be returning in the fall. She has made it her word that she will return to class in a few days, but the damage is done and her grades have already dropped significantly." Snapes eyes glazed over with sadness as he processed what Dumbledore had just told him.

Snape was not expecting a happy return for the young girl, but he also wasn't expecting that she would be worse. She had gotten into a fight in the halls with another 6th year because she thought that the student had intentionally bumped into her. She talked back to her professors over the smallest things, even professor McGonagall was starting to get irritated with her. "There are three weeks left in the school year. Can't you behave until then?" Snape asked with a sharp tone. "I would, but I don't want to. I don't care anymore and I don't see why anyone would care about me. I'm leaving after this stupid year ends at the end of the month, and then I'll be in an orphanage, so nothing that I do here matters much anymore." Her words sunk deep into the bottom of ther chest as her eyes began to water and her tone quickly softened. "I just came to say goodbye since I won't be going to your lessons from now on." Snape really didn't have a way of making her feel any better, instead he trudged up to Dumbledore's office and opened the door in a swift angry motion.

"How could you not tell me that she will be sent to an orphanage? She is my apprentice, and I feel like it was my right to know!" Dumbledore sighed and explained. "Severus, I know you're attached to the girl which is why I refrained from informing you about her situation." Snapes face was pale with anger as he stayed silent. His mind going through scenario after scenario to try to make her stay. He only had one solid idea, but his mouth said it before his brain could register. "What if I take her in for the summer, and we'll see if it goes well. If it does, she can stay with me until she graduates. "

Dumbledore looked at him quizzically. "Are you sure, Severus?" Snape thought about it for a bit to make sure he was making the right decision, but he did want her to succeed in her studies. "I'm sure."

She didn't hesitate to even think about it when Snape asked if she wanted to stay with him. It was an obvious choice to her. When summer began, it was unlike how he thought it would be. She wasn't talking back and she wasn't as much as a hassle as he had thought she would be. There were study sessions, midnight snacks, and muggle movie nights. She was beginning to think that living permanently with Snape wasn't such a horrible idea. "Do you think that I could stay with you for the rest of my time at Hogwarts?" Snape usually didn't show any remnants of emotion on his face, but she noticed a slight smile that expressed joy and relief. "You can stay here as long as you need." He responded. She leapt out of her seat on Snape's couch and embraced him in a hug that Snape couldn't help but reciprocate.

[artemisia-black]

So you know how fanfics like to have Orion and Walburga being hostile to the Potters for being blood traitors? When one looks at the family tree, I don’t think they were at first (key word is at first lol). I suspect they’d grudgingly allow Sirius to see James in his early Hogwarts years, because there’s a Potter that married into the Black family. My personal headcanon is Charlus is James’s uncle, and I know before we knew the name of James’s parents were Fleamont and Euphemia, people said they were James’s parents.

Which means lording a chance to visit James over Sirius’s head would have been a way they probably tried to get Sirius to have good behavior when he came home for the holidays and the summer 😭 (interesting to note is Charlus and Dorea both died in 1977. I wonder what the chances are that they were both killed because they revealed they were against Voldemort?)

Sorry, I only just saw this, and I don't think I have a coherent answer.

Yeah the term 'blood traitor' is an interesting one to me as it appears to be fairly arbitrarily applied. The Weasleys and Potters are blood traitors. Whereas the Shacklebolts (Kingsley reforms the Ministry) and the Longbottoms (who are tortured by DEs and as per the prophecy, defied Voldy twice) are never referred to as such.

And you're right the Blacks marry into the Potters as well as the Longbottoms and the Prewetts (who are Molly's family) and there appears to be no issue. So I do wonder if there's a wealth/class issue that underpins how seriously the label blood traitor is taken?

I can see Walburga and Orion not minding James at first, then as Sirius starts to rebel they begin to blame James's 'influence' (Sirius Black is probably the least suggestible character in HP). So I can see them starting to ban Sirius from seeing his friends over the summer. And in the same way, he irritates them with the Bikini pics (aka I'm gonna pollute the bloodline) and the Motorcycle pics he puts up a pic of his friends. Which suggests that they too irritate his parents.

[allamericanb-tch]

art heist, baby! thoughts (2)

i made a separate folder in my notes for these bc i didn’t think i would go through to so fast 

chapter 19-21

i’m starting to genuinely fear for my life rn

wait i forgot to write down my thoughts 😭😭

chapter 22 

sirius committing to the heist ?!

convoluted another vocab word

i love that the blacks are a crime family it’s hilarious 

ooh where are they going ?!

the painting

☹️

omg ❤️‍🩹

eeee they’re kissing in front of the painting

that was sweet i love regulus black

chapter 23

hanky panky in this chapter?!

the jegulus ❤️‍🩹

“You’re not a bad person Regulus. Maybe you’ve done some bad things but you deserve love, you always deserve to be loved.”

eeeeeeeeeeee

nooo they have to stop

moony ❤️‍🩹

wolfstar is so back

chapter 24

hanky panky right off the bat ok

brazil mention!

ours

giggling my feet rn

“Poor blood circulation is part of my charm,” me fr

remus jump scare

“i guess that’s what happens when everyone is hot” 😭😭

ahhh meeting time

dorlene!!!!! if they don’t get their italy wedding i will riot

“"Why do I feel like my dad just announced that he was dating again," Marlene shuttered.” marlene 😭😭 i love her so much

BARTY AND EVAN INTERROGATING JAMES 😭😭😭 i love them so much

sirius just lurking

chapter 25

fake heist? fake heist. 

james just Being James 😭

“is it like… huge” MARLENE 😭😭

heist!

this is stressful and it isn’t even the real one

camaraderie another vocab word

prongsfoot is prongsfooting

they ate

chapter 26

“everyone loves abba” REAL

eeee they’re kissing

what

oh. 

“uh oh” is right james

oh my 😭

james dancing on kitchen countertops is so james

chapter 27

prongsfoot going grocery shopping 

guys i cannot even put into words how much i love marlene

the fact that their having their own last supper feels like an omen of some kind

is regulus jesus and the rest of the crew is his disciples and regulus is going to die omg i will die if regulus dies

PANDORA?!

it’s dinner time *lightning* *maniacal laughter*

it wasn’t pandora! huzzah

regulus saying he can’t dance 😭 ok me when i lie

“i love you” AHHHH REGULUS

(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

THE HEIST IS NEXT CHAPTER but i have to stop now ahhhh

chapter 28

We Are So Back

guys i’m scareddddd

“It hurt James to watch everything be consumed by the fire, his little notes he passed back and forth to Peter and Marlene, his doodles in the margins of art prints.” and it hurts me to read about it

this isn’t sad but i’m going to cry

“I swear there’s two people in there.” rosekiller? rosekiller. 

i hate that james is talking about marriage right now because. i know. what’s going. to happen. 

lowkey forgot how close new hampshire and new york are like four hours is a very short drive between states

heist! 

i’m terrified rn

they’re almost done omg

guyssss im scareddddd

lily ?!

okay. 

wolfstar ❤️‍🩹

i swear if something happens rn

SOMETHINGS HAPPENING GUYS

oh me oh my (bad)

they’re safe! 

chapter 29

i haven’t been writing thoughts ugh

effie ☹️

WHO DID IT AHHH

oh my gosh i bet it was peter

“live laugh lobotomy” —barty

frank too ?!

i love marlene

the mile high club 😭😭

chapter 30

you mean i only have 8 chapters left ?! what ?!

peter being suspicious 

“Oh that’s the goal, the dream even,” James grinned widely. “He can tackle me to the ground any day he wa–”

stop they’re going to call effie why did i think they were driving somewhere to do Other Things 😭

TELEFOON

they’re so cute i cannot

eeeeee

oh no why is it sad again

“I just had all these feelings and nowhere to put them they just sort of…leak out of my eyes sometimes” truer words have never been said

eeeeeee

of course james would like sunflowers 

IT WAS MALFOY???? WHAT????

honestly i’m really glad it wasn’t peter 

VOLDY????

regulus left please let him not die

wait i thought james couldn’t ride a bike

is marlene going to propose to dorcas in paris ?! ahhhhhh omg

“this is a james-napping” i love evan so much 

they’re getting high 

regulus is back!!

oh no they’re fighting

we’re good

eep

chapter 31

🎶like we were in paris🎶

the jegulus is jegulusing in this chapter

AHHHH DORLENEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

guys i cannot contain my happiness rn im giggling and kicking my feet so much

chapter over! short and very sweet and i loved it <3

[sofoulandfairaday]

I really enjoy your posts about Bellamort alongside your interest in Bella/Rod. Voldy seems aromantic to me and I like the idea of how much their attraction is highlighted even if both characters are fucked up.

I was wondering what your thoughts are about love re: Bellamort. I think it's love but it's just tainted? I don't think I have a good enough grasp on Voldy to say how they got together and what the relationship meant.

Ah, anon, isn't this the million-dollar question? (And one to which I have no answer)

The thing about these two is that we will never have a definitive answer because, unfortunately, the HP book series isn't about them. Their relationship is something that we see glimpses of, from Harry's POV, and that is really only explored for Bellatrix's character, (almost) never for Voldemort. We see his actions towards her, but never his thoughts on her, not even during Harry's incursions in Vold's head (and I personally think we were robbed, but I digress...)

I'll try and keep this answer brief - not because I don't wish to answer, but because there would be simply too much to say and most of it is speculation. Also, my idea of these characters is ever-evolving, so it might not even be definitive. I have made several smaller posts regarding aspects of their relationship (and even those were long), so if you want you can also check out those.

Was Bellatrix in love with him? Yes. There is no other answer but yes. Now, one can spend hours online arguing with this HP fan or that one - "was it love love or obsessive love?" Doesn't matter. She loved him. She was the high priestess of his religion, his most faithful lieutenant, his most formidable warrior, the only one who would have stuck by his side when the world was burning, no matter what. Now, amongst Bellamort fans we can try to analyse whether this love was pure or tainted. It certainly was selfless. But it was also a love born of darkness, a love that corrupts, that pushed her to do monstrous things. It corroded her and sustained her at the same time. It must have hurt her, too. She obviously thought he was worth it, and she wasn't an idiot, no matter how the fandom paints her. So make of that what you will.

Was Voldemort in love with her? Errrrrr... Whatever "in love" means, I guess. First of all, one has to remember that Lord Voldemort was originally the villain of a 77K children's novel about an 11-year-old boy wizard. Of course, Deathly Hallows is vastly different in terms of tone, style, and maturity, and is essentially Young Adult... and yet, it doesn't have the time or the space to do Vold justice as a character. I can understand why. They say actions speak louder than words, so let's list them: he saves her (and is discovered by the whole Ministry in the process) at the end of OotP; he never punishes her violently, even when she fails; he entrusts her with a Horcrux; he tells her his secrets (and even Snape admits this) up until the fiasco at the Ministry; he talks about saving "the Lestranges" from Azkaban at the end of GoF, not a word is spared for any of his other DE; he screams when she dies. If CC is to be believed (I don't like it), he made a baby with her. She talks to him "as if to a lover". She definitely meant something to him, that is beyond dispute. Now, what that something was, I can't say with certainty.

My personal interpretation is that it wasn't unrequited, that he came to realize that, at the very least, he needed her. He was sexually attracted to her. He confided in her. He taught her the Dark Arts. I think that whatever part of his broken, mangled, soul could love, loved her. Was it pure? Nah. Was it selfless? Nope. Was it enough? I like to think so. I like to think that he loved her unknowingly, that he fought it tooth and nail every single step of the way, that he made up excuses:

It's not love, it's devotion/adoration

It's not faith, it's loyalty

It's need, it's an alliance between dark wizards

It's lust, not love

Whatever. Whether he loved her because he wanted to be loved (adored), or for any other reason, I like to think that it was enough.

I also like to think that he realized it the second he saw her fall. That he pushed it from his mind, hated her for dying, while talking to Potter. That when talking about Snape agreeing there "purer, more worthy" women, she flashed before his eyes. I also know he denied it until the very end because that is who his character is.

But maybe. Just maybe. Harry Potter is not the only person who is offered a chance to stay inside Limbo or move on. Maybe Bellatrix met her equivalent of Albus Dumbledore too, as soon as she struck the floor of the Great Hall. Maybe there was a baby there, alone and crying, broken and almost flayed, but still alive. Maybe, winning her inevitable disgust, she picked him up. Maybe, he stopped crying. [in lighter words, Rodolphus is my baby and imagining them all in a fluffy (and smutty) setting brings me comfort]

[seriouslysam8]

Hi Sam,

I haven't been able to review in a while, but I have been following Brumous every week and it is going great. It's the best way to close my Sunday's. I look forward to it.

My Q is: Did you plan Sirius being V's son all along or was that something you developed from the conversations abt the story here.

So, when I was writing Backstabber and developing the series, I had Voldemort heal Sirius after a battle where Edgar Bones died. I had him do this because I had cultivated this odd dynamic between Walburga and Voldemort. Initially, I thought maybe Voldy just thought Sirius and Regulus were his. Maybe Walburga lied to him? But he was convinced. But then I started writing Brumous and Bête Noire and I thought, no, I have to do this. I can’t just have it be a ruse. How disappointing would that have been to read? Then I started debating about whether to make one or both of them biologically Voldy’s. Soon, I was like “go big or go home!”

So, no, it was my idea from the beginning. I admit I was weary about how it would be perceived at first, but the more clues I started to drop, the more I realized that I had to do it and I wanted to do it. I didn’t want to hold back on the story I wanted to tell because of my fears. I mean, that’s how Legerdemain got ruined, wasn’t it? I wasn’t going to make the same mistakes. Then, I got a review where someone was like “are you actually doing this? That’d be sick.” (Not exact words because I’m too lazy to go hunting for the review but it was the gist) and I felt good about my decision. Then, someone sent an ask about… I don’t even know? Dropping hints or something in the story? And I immediately thought of the Voldy storyline and mentioned how only one person had picked up on my hints and I was surprised. Then the asks started to flood in and it made me feel really fucking good about my decision. Like I don’t even know why I was so worried at first about it. I’m glad I didn’t cop out.

The only thing that changed with that storyline with discussions here is someone asked that if Voldy was Sirius’ biological dad, how would that work with the blood adoption. I froze. I was like “fuck, I didn’t think about that.” It was a silly oversight on my part because I just wanted to make those boys closer and have it be this cute little thing between them. I debated trying to make it work still because Sirius didn’t know but then that’d cause a slew of issues later when Sirius and Voldy both know and Voldy knows Sirius knows. And I would have realized my mistake when it was too late probably. So I had Andy say something about it, because she’s suspected for years that her cousins were not Orion’s. You can see her little comments in some chapters that suggests she suspects a big family secret.

So, anyway, it was… fuck, very early on in Brumous that I decided to go full blast with the idea. I remember initially running it by Bell and being like, “I have to do this, right??” Like could you imagine??? Then it was all about dealing with the Parseltongue issue and can they or can’t they. How do I make that work? And figuring out my background knowledge of who knew, who suspected, what were their thoughts, and yadda yadda.

But, no, it was not developed based off convos here. It was 100% my idea. You can see clues as far back as Backstabber and very early on in the series. I purposely made Sirius look more like Alphard than Orion, and compared both him and Regulus to Walburga’s branch of the Blacks rather than Orion’s branch. And I dropped a lot of very subtle clues because I thought this couldn’t come out of left field. I wanted people to be like “DUH!! Now x and y make complete fucking sense!”

[siriuslystarbucks]

truth is if that night lily& harry survived and james died, war would still be over in days. Sirius would destroy every death eater between himself and Vold then tear him apart. Ministry would try to arrest sirius but wouldn't find, he would go into hiding trying to bring james back, dark magic or not. Power of love can be terrifying but still love.

James dying is the perfect example of how far Sirius is willing to go. He was going to kill Peter in canon. He straight up was. And I don't just mean in POA in the Shrieking Shack, I mean when James died and Sirius immediately went hunting for Peter. When he caught up to him on that street, he was 100% going to do it. He would've razed the remaining DE's to the ground after he was done with that (and the only reason he didn't do it first was because he needed to kill the traitor-- Peter, he knows, is far too good at sneaking)

But yes, you are so right. James died, Lily and Harry survived, and Sirius would burn through as many DE's as needed to reach Voldemort. Bellatrix would already be dead by this point, so I think it's fairly safe to say that Sirius wouldn't have much trouble. Most of Voldemort's little army would also be dead by that point, the rest of them scattered to the wind to hide from Sirius, and let's face it: No one can survive a Black on the warpath. (Frankly, if Voldy had let Bellatrix run wild, she would've been able to do a lot more to help him out lol.) I think, after looking for Sirius for months with no luck, the Ministry sits down and decides if they really think they'd be able to take him into custody. The Head Auror says yes. Everybody else says no and also get rid of that ego, it's going to get you killed. Officially, they're still looking for him. Unofficially, you couldn't force anyone to look for him if they were offered a million galleons.

Lily tries, at first, to convince Sirius that he doesn't need to do this. She knows that he won't listen, but she needed to be able to say that she tried when Dumbledore inevitably asks.

Anyways, there's Sirius. No James, no more revenge, and no more enemies. Still, there's a hole in his chest where James used to live, and he cannot go on without it. Sirius loves James more than anything else in the world. He knows that Lily is taking care of Harry, so that lets him throw himself into bringing James back. He will do anything to get James back.

My general way of thinking is that Sirius succeeds and gets James back, whole and happy, and then James works on patching together all of Sirius's festering wounds that have been left unattended in the years of his absence.

HOWEVER, there's always a chance to have James come back wrong. It doesn't matter what he's doing or how he goes about it, Sirius is there by his side, taking care of him every step of the way.

James: *covered in blood after ripping someone's throat out with his teeth because they annoyed him*

Sirius: Aww, do you see how good you look in that shade of red? But then you always knew what colours flattered you. That's my boy 🥰🥰🥰

[apottergeek]

Uh, I read this article so you guys don’t have to :

https://www.mugglenet.com/2022/11/voldemort-is-not-delphis-father/

Let’s break it down

As many will tell you, there are quite a few things wrong with the plot of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. Although the play seems to be spectacular, the story does present some issues. One of those main issues is to do with the Dark Lord himself. The text leads us to believe that He Who Must Not Be Named wanted his legacy passed on if he were ever to die. We don’t know about you, but this does not seem to be something the Voldy we know would do.   

- Um who said he wanted his legacy passed down? There is no evidence Voldemort even knew of Delphi’s existence. 

First of all, let’s look at Delphi’s claim that she is Voldemort’s daughter. The proof she holds is practically meaningless. She can speak Parseltongue, claiming that her father passed the trait down to her… but Ronald Weasley also learned to speak some Parseltongue by listening to Harry. Dumbledore could understand it perfectly as well. It does not seem to be a genetic thing only.

- Ron doesn’t speak Parseltongue, he can imitate a sound that Harry made once. It’s like saying that anyone who can say Por Favor speaks Spanish. 

Another proof is her ability to fly without the need for a broom. Now, this has nothing to do with hereditary traits; in fact, it’s something that Voldemort taught Snape to do. 

- yes Voldemort taught him. Meaning Voldemort was involved. Geddit?

Bellatrix being pregnant during the events of the sixth book could also explain her absence from this tome. Contrary to the movie, the novel never shows Bellatrix burning down the Burrow or even being present at Dumbledore’s death. That last detail seems out of character for her — why wouldn’t she want to participate in what seems to be the most important mission Death Eaters have had yet? Well, she would have a very good reason to miss it if she was giving birth. Dumbledore is often represented by the phoenix, which is reborn from its ashes when it dies. If you remember the details of Cursed Child, you’ll notice that Delphi is also represented by a bird: the Augurey, an Irish phoenix. And so, as the phoenix dies, the Augurey is born.

- yes, so? This says nothing at all about who Delphi’s father is. 

When spares are spared, when time is turned, when unseen children murder their fathers, will the Dark Lord return. (CC 233)

Something is wrong here. When unseen children murder their fathers? Yes, Albus accidentally causes the death of Harry, but the prophecy says children, not child. In no alternative timelines does Draco ever die, so Scorpius can’t be the other child. There is one way to solve this, and that’s if Delphi murders Rodolphus. His death would explain his absence from the story. There could be many reasons for her to kill him, but the most interesting would be if Rodolphus decided to tell Delphi the truth. Delphi would have never accepted Rodolphus as her dad over Voldemort. The murder of her biological father would make her the second unseen child and truly complete the prophecy. As we need her to be one of the father-murdering unseen children, Delphi can in no way be Voldemort’s daughter.

- Huh? This part I don’t understand so I can’t even comment on. So Rodolphus tells Delphi Voldemort is her father so that Delphi would kill Rodolphus when she finds out it’s a lie and that would in turn bring back Voldemort because it fulfills a prophecy?

[an-ecu-harrypotter-au]

TPS Part 17: Happy Beginnings

Ah wake up an see Jacklin awake in bed eatin a cauldron cake.

"Jacklin?"

She looks up at me an looks pink fer once.

"Yes Toby?"

"Wha happened?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore came here and explained everything to me. Professor Quirrell was actually turned into something called a horcrux. He was being controlled by the piece of Voldemort's soul inside of him to steal the Philosopher's Stone. That would bring Voldemort back to life with a fully functional body. Headmaster Dumbledore figured out Professor Quirrell was being controlled so he used the Mirror of Erised to stall him. See, the Philosopher's Stone was hidden inside the mirror. Even if you broke the mirror the stone wouldn't appear. Headmaster Dumbledore made it so that the only person who could take it would be to protect it. That's why I was able to get it."

Mah eyes're glazed over. There's nothin Ah can really say ta that.

"So Voldy's alive even though everybody done thought Dumbledore killed 'em?"

"Yes. Horcruxes can keep parts of your soul alive. Even if your physical body dies, you can still live through your soul. However, it's at a terrible price as you start to lose your humanity."

"Oh. Well uh.... Do we gotta do anythang else?"

"No. Headmaster Dumbledore already put the cloak back into your trunk like it never happened. Although he has been trying to find if there are other horcruxes out there, with no real leads, there isn't anything else we can do."

"Ok."

Wha else can Ah say? This' way more than Ah can handle. Ah barely even understood the whole concept a who Voldy is let alone this whole plan bout him wantin ta come back ta life.

"There is some bad news though."

"What?"

"With at least one of the horcruxes destroyed, Headmaster Dumbledore was told by Nicolas Flamel to destroy the Philosopher's Stone."

"Why? If this type a stone's such a big deal why's it only now somebody's tried ta steal it?"

Ah see Jacklin try ta think thangs over.

"It wasn't only now. Nicolas Flamel has had people trying to steal it ever since it's invention. The issue lies in that you still need to know how to make the Elixir of Life. That potion is what's really needed to help you live forever. The instructions on how to make it as well as the stone itself were made into a magical secret. So long as Nicolas Flamel doesn't willingly tell anyone, no one would be able to create it."

".... So if he ain't got the stone, no more potion. And no more potion means he's gonna die?"

"Exactly. When you're over 600 years old and have a dark wizard like Voldemort out there, it's the right thing to do to destroy the stone and let the secret behind it die with you. Until we know for sure that all of his horcruxes are destroyed, he will always find a way to try stealing it."

Ah feel a lil sad fer Flamel. 600 years or however old he is' a long time but he's gotta die now.

"How bad's it gonna be fer him ta die?"

"I suppose when you're over 600 years old it simply wouldn't matter. You've done so many things in life that there's no reason to feel unsatisfied."

"Good. Tha's real good."

Ah try not ta get too upset bout it. It's what he wanted so Ah can't stop it.

"So Quirrell's dead too?"

"Yes. I'm not exactly sure how, but all of that fire you saw was from me. I was able to use non-verbal, magic without a wand. Even though he tried to put out the fire, it simply wouldn't go out. He was burned alive. That destroyed the first horcrux and that part of Voldemort's soul vanished."

"Whoa! Ya really are a wizardin princess if ya did all that by complete accident."

"It's definitely a mystery. It's true that at our age, emotions can cause unintentional magic, but not even Headmaster Dumbledore's seen anyone create uncontrollable fire."

Ah jus shake mah head. Jacklin should be able ta brag bout it at least a lil bit.

"Do ya think we made a mistake tryna go after 'em?"

"No. Headmaster Dumbledore wanted to test Voldemort's abilities. Even if my non-verbal magic is unlike anything that was ever seen, it isn't as if someone who knows the fire spell couldn't do it themselves. The fact that he wasn't able to cast a spell to put out the fire means that whatever magic he had left was gone. Headmaster Dumbledore would've destroyed him anyway."

Ah can only nod mah head cause it's all too complicated an mah head hurts. Ah point at the cake in 'er hands.

"Where'd ya get that cake?"

"My teammates came in earlier to visit me. We had our final Quidditch match today against Ravenclaw."

"How'd it go?"

Jacklin looks a lil sad when Ah asked that. Ah guess it weren't that good.

"I wasn't able to play for Gryffindor in our final Quidditch match so when Sean got injured, we had no Seeker. Since a Quidditch team can only have one substitute on a roster, no one else could replace him. It was a horrible loss that not only cost us the Quidditch Cup but also gave Slytherin the lead for the House Cup. I was so upset because I thought I had let them down, that they gave me this cauldron cake to make me feel better about it."

"Oh tha's nice. Can Ah have a small piece?"

"You can have your own cauldron cake, Toby. Pacer came by and left you one to your right."

Ah look at she's right. Ah got mah own cauldron cake an Pacer even had a card fer me.

"Pacer's always givin me nice stuff. Ah feel bad Ah ain't ever able ta do a lotta nice thangs in return."

"I think he values your friendship more than the favors you can do for him, Toby."

"Still Ah don't want 'em ta think Ah'm some bum who only takes without givin nothin back. Ah gotta ask 'em how Ah can make it up ta him."

Ah focus on eatin mah cake.

"Ok dears. You're free to go now. Enjoy the feast."

Ah look up an see the nurse smilin at us.

"Thanks."

"Thank you Madam Pomfrey."

Me an Jacklin get outta bed wit our cards. Ah'm real scared fer Jacklin. She's still pink like she got burnt a bit.

"How does your head feel after some rest?"

"A lotta better 'n it did but Ah’m not sure Ah’m cut out fer anythin’ like this schoolin. Even bein’ wit ya don’t seem real natural like it used ta be. Like it's jus all startin ta fall part."

"I think we both need this summer to heal from what happened."

"How do ya expect ta heal? Ah don't ever see things gettin' better fer me. Ah dunno what mah visions mean an’ Ah don't even like thinkin’ they might turn real. Ah'm jus’ not ready fer all the trouble."

"Of course. I understand that. I think for today we just need to get through the feast."

"Ok."

Ah feel like there’s still a lotta things Ah don’t understand an’ Ah sure don't need Dumbledore or anybody askin' too many questions. Ah don’t wanna get in more trouble.

Time Skip

"Another year has come and gone. I would like to congratulate the Seventh year students for completing their studies with us. As you know, the ceremony for you all will take place tomorrow morning."

Ah listen ta Dumbledore makin his speech an' Ah’m hopin' he don’t take too long. Mah head still hurts so Ah wanna eat an go back ta sleep.

"And now I would like to go over the results of this year’s House Cup. In 4th place with 312 points is Gryffindor."

Ah see the other Gryffindor students startin' ta mutter an' look all depressed.

"In 3rd place with 352 points is Hufflepuff."

Ah look around an' see tha Hufflepuff table. Ah find Pacer an he seems jus as disappointed as the Gryffindors 'bout where his House placed. Ah guess helpin Sprout like Ah was doin jus weren't nough ta win.

"In 2nd place with 426 points is Ravenclaw."

Ah look at Ravenclaw's table an' see all the students all lookin' pretty excited ta be in the number two spot. Even though they ain't winnin’ the House Cup, Ah'm happy fer 'em.

"Finally, in 1st place with 472 points is Slytherin."

Everybody looks sad as Slytherin cheers like they knew they'd win. Ah know Ah don't got a reason ta hate 'em but Ah'm still bummed bout it.

"However, in light of recent events, I believe there are some last minute points that should be awarded."

Everyone quiets down. Ah guess it makes sense. Even though Slytherin's in 1st don't mean Dumbledore said they won.

"Starting this year the top student in each class will be given 10 points for their House. We wanted to recognize every class' achievements and no longer just our Seventh year students."

Ah follow along wit wha he's sayin. Ah'm glad they did this cause that might mean we got a chance.

"Finally, the top student amongst the entire First year class is Jacklin Gryffindor."

All a Gryffindor cheers. Jacklin's lookin stunned. Ah guess she didn't think that bein the top a our class in Gryffindor meant anythang more than that.

"Well done everyone. And now with that set of points the total is now 342 points to Gryffindor, 362 points to Hufflepuff, 446 points to Ravenclaw, and finally 482 to Slytherin."

Slytherin still cheers cause even though we got 3 outta 7 a the best students, they're still in 1st place.

"Earlier in the year I warned you about the 3rd Floor corridor. Now I can reveal to you that in that corridor lied the now destroyed Philosopher's Stone. As you can see, Professor Quirrell is no longer with us. It is with a heavy heart that I announce that he was made into a horcrux by Lord Voldemort."

All a the older kids gasp an look shocked. Even some a the younger kids like Pacer looks real shocked.

"I know that some of your parents will refuse to acknowledge this as truth, but it's important that you know this: Lord Voldemort is still alive. His soul still wanders the world looking for a way to restore himself to power."

A lotta kids start lookin scared.

"Therefore, I find it necessary to announce the final set of points that deserve to be given."

Ah look at Jacklin an Ah think she knows somethin that Ah jus ain't gettin yet.

"This student has shown an incredible amount of courage and ability well beyond their years. When faced with a great danger, this student thought not of themselves but of others."

Ah hear a lotta students whisper bout who it could be. Ah think a lotta Gryffindor kids think it's us cause why else would we be in the Hospital Wing.

"Therefore, for successfully navigating all seven obstacles guarding the stone and managing to perform such an incredible act of non-verbal magic, I would like to award 100 points to Miss Jacklin Gryffindor."

Some a the Gryffindor students scream. 100 points fer savin the whole school if not the whole magic world's a lot! An Jacklin managed ta do it. Ah look at the other tables an Slytherin don't look happy at all while the Houses look jealous but still happy bout wha she did.

"This is the last set of points that will be given out for the year. This student has shown a great loyalty to not only their friends but to Hogwarts itself."

Ah feel like he's jus gonna award Jacklin more points cause that sounds like wha she did too. She did all the hard stuff like fight a teacher an not die.

"This student possesses such a rare skill that cannot be taught. It was because of this skill that a major threat to all of wizard kind was eliminated. In spite of the terrible danger involved, this student was willing to make a great sacrifice. Therefore. I would like to award 50 points to Mr. Toby Kwimper."

Ah dunno wha ta say. Dumbledore gave me points fer doin good. Ah got clobbered in the head an got 50 points fer it.

"I believe if my math is correct, the winner of the House Cup with 492 points is Gryffindor!"

Everythang goes blank. Ah don't hear or see anythang in front a me. Ah only start ta come back when Ah feel somethin cover mah ears.

"Good job, Toby."

"Jacklin mah head hurts."

"It's alright. Once we finish with the feast you can go right to bed."

It's a good thang Ah know how ta lip read cause Ah can't actually hear anythang Jacklin says.

Time Skip

Ah don't even remember anythang tha happened after we started eatin. Ah think gettin hit in the head did a real bad job on mah memry. All Ah know's Ah wake up an see everybody in mah dorm packin up their thangs.

"Ok Trevor. We gotta go home now."

"Croak."

"Yeah Ah'm a lil happy too."

Ah get outta bed an pack up all mah stuff. Ah start gettin Trevor's tank all packed when Jacklin comes in.

"Are you feeling better, Toby?"

"Yeah."

"That’s great to hear. Professor McGonagall says that we have to be ready to leave in 20 minutes."

"Ok."

Ah try ta finish up gettin Trevor's tank all packed.

"Toby. When we’re on our summer holiday would you want to write me?"

"Ah s’pose so. Ah guess Ah could if Ah have somethin’ ta say."

"You can always write to me about how you and Trevor are doing. I definitely would like to hear if you ever go back to the States for a while with your Pop."

"Well uh... Would ya wanna hear about a big rainstorm sometime? Ah'll write a letter an’ Ah can tell ya everythin' Ah think bout the rain."

Jacklin smiles at me but Ah know wha Ah'm talkin bout. Ah like this type a rain. Maybe it's cause mah momma'd record the sounds a rain ta help me sleep. Even now this type a rain jus makes me so sleepy Ah jus wanna curl up under a blanket.

"All Gryffindor students please come down to the common room with your luggage. We will begin to dismiss you down to the carriages shortly."

"That's our cue to go, Toby. Do you have everything?"

"Yeah. Ah checked ta make sure Ah don't got any candy left. Ah'm surprised we ain't eatin breakfast before we leave."

"It's so early in the day that we'll be served breakfast on the train."

Ah nod as Ah grab mah luggage. Ah can eat a lotta food taday. Ah don't think Ah ate much last night cause Ah'm so hungry now.

Time Skip

"Pacer here. Sit wit us."

Pacer smiles as he sits next ta me on the train wit his owl.

"Tank you, Toby. Your family has been very kind to us troughout dis year it's the least I can do to repay you."

"What?"

"Yes the Kwimper family did a lot of vork for my fader's apotecary."

"How? Pop sure ain't tol me we did anythang special."

"Your fader's fishing boat catches everyting ve sell in our apotecary from lionfish to malaclaws."

Mah eyes widen.

"But how's that good fer business?"

"Ve use diverent sea creatures for ingredients in potions. My fader at the beginning of spring made a deal vit St. Mungo's Hospital to sell dem ingredients for various potions."

"So yer sayin that cause mah Pop's supplyin ya wit new stuff yer able ta get a big deal wit a super important hospital?"

"Yes. I can never tank you enough."

"So tha's why ya keep givin me lil gifts. Ya was thankin mah family fer helpin yer family's business."

Ah start ta feel better now. Ah don't gotta have this debt wit Pacer no more. We's even now.

"Oh Pacer, I'm so happy for you. This was just the step up you needed. I hope your family's business continues to grow. We would absolutely love to see you at the opening Quidditch match some day."

"Tank you, Jacklin."

Ah smile cause Ah'm glad we're all gettin along now. Jacklin an Pacer's tellin me how ta send letters ta them while we're on vacation. Ah'm happy ta make friends that'd wanna talk ta me. Tha's all Ah ever wanted.

Time Skip

"Why those are our parents."

We get off the train an Ah see Jacklin goin ta 'er parents. Pacer goes off ta see his mom too.

"I’ll write to you soon, Toby! Just write to the manor and I’ll be sure to get it!"

"Ah will!"

Ah wave goodbye as Ah see 'er an 'er parents walk away. Ah'm so glad Ah was able ta make friends wit a nice girl like 'er.

"Toby! Over here son!"

Ah turn round an see Pop. Ah run over ta him an give 'em a big hug.

"Didja have a good train ride son?"

"Yeah we all had breakfast an Pacer tol me ya helped his parents get a fancy hospital job."

"Yeah Ah shoulda tol ya bout it son. Ah was gonna surprise ya wit some good news once ya got here."

Mah eyes widen an Ah wonder what Pop's gotta say tha's so important.

"We's gonna be helpin yer grandmomma and granddaddy move ta Ireland this summer."

"We's gonna back ta Florida?!"

"Tha's right son. They's Kwimper kin too an Uncle Travis wants ta meet 'em."

"How's they gonna fit? Uncle Travis' house's barely big nough fer all a us as it is."

Pop smiles as he pats mah head.

"Wit the money Ah got from mah new fishin business, we's gonna be gettin our own house."

"Yippee! So that'd mean grandmomma an granddaddy's gonna be livin wit us now."

"Tha's right son. Ain't got the house yet, but once we get the deal done, we'll be movin outta Uncle Travis' house by the end a July."

"Wow! This' a great year."

"Only gets better from here son."

Pop chuckles as we start walkin ta a taxi.

"Yeah. Only gets better from here."

The End

An: Thank you all who supported this story. I've been working on book two while I've been releasing chapters. So far I'm about halfway done. If you liked how I wrote this story feel free to leave notes on my masterlist. Once I announce book two, that list will no longer be pinned.

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[dufferpuffer]

Snape lives The first thing he does is make sure Potter is doing what he needs to - that he is either on his way to die, or is already dead. Good news: Harry Potter is dead. Hagrid is carrying his corpse, the Death Eaters ready to slaughter. Neville kills Nagini (finally he's had the confidence to do something right - good boy) There is a moment of "Oh there he is" from the other Death Eaters when Snape emerges, covered in his own blood. No such moment from Voldemort, who is the picture of confusion. As is everyone else when Snape faces his Dark Lord. Confidently. All the things going through Voldy's head.... Petty revenge for being killed...? No, because Severus stood tall and took it like a champ... he understood his Lords reasoning. He MUST have died, since Voldemort is master of the Elder Wand! Had Severus been double-crossing him...? Why? When? To what end...? He allowed the means of getting Potter killed-!

His most loyal, his hardworking right-hand, who came back to him willingly with over a decade of knowledge on Albus, Hogwarts, the Order and the Potter boy... Who diligently fed him the most accurate information, who put his own neck on the line sitting within Dumbledore's nest... Who killed the old fool for him. Who was a most wonderful puppet - and a sacrifice he actually felt some regret having to make.

What could he even say to Snape other than a calm, questioning "Ah, Severus... ...the fuck?" Snape could serve such cunt.

But never as much as Harry. The moment Harry jumps up - any fucking moment Snape had would be destroyed. The FEAR and PANIC in Snapes heart having revealed himself to Voldemort, thinking he had all his pieces of soul extinguished - only for Potter to not be fucking dead like he should, the little BRAT Is the Horcrux destroyed or not...?! He doesn't know-!

And what does THAT say to people...? That he isn't happy that Harry is alive - and yet he is facing his own Lord? What the hell is going on

I adore this scenario

Sure, there are ways Snape could have survived and slinked off to live out his life in peace. But what would be really badass is if he'd walked back into the battle and faced Voldemort again. Voldemort, who thinks dying is weakness. Who values immortality above all.

Voldemort, who would choke on the remnants of his soul in shock to see Snape still alive, having beaten death, full of both respect and horror that this man had, once again, done what he couldn't do himself. He killed Dumbledore when Voldemort couldn't, and now he outlived death while retaining his body. Think of the dramatics between those two. Snape lives au where he serves cunt, specifically Voldemort's, right back to him.

[gallifrey1sburning]

Scars

CW: references to self harm and alcohol abuse

The first time Voldemort fell, the marks branded onto the arms of his followers faded to nothing but a dull grey—a shadow of what they had once been. As he strengthened, they darkened. When he rose, they burned. And when he died, they disappeared into the ether as though they—as though he—had never been.

But Draco could still feel it, lingering beneath his skin, pulsing through his veins—a darkness that would not fade, an evil that would not die. His skin might be blank, but he knew, at the core of himself, that his soul was forever tainted.

He marked himself, instead—to remember, to punish, to feel. To purge the darkness that crawled through every artery until he felt like he would burst from the pressure. Stinging lines of red, a map of his sins scrawled across flesh that was clear and white but didn’t deserve to be.

—

The first time Voldemort met Harry, they both survived, but they both lost parts of themselves. The final time they met, they both died, and their pieces scattered and rearranged. When Harry returned, with his death etched across his chest, everyone hailed him as the hero that had saved them all, and they called him golden, and they thought him whole.

But Harry knew better, knew that the souls of those lost because he hadn’t been enough trailed behind him like chains, knew that everything inside him was grey and fragmented, knew that pieces of himself had been trapped on the other side, leaving him empty and raw.

He filled the gaping chasm with burning liquor that allowed the chains to float, that hid the grey under hazy amber, that dulled the sharp edges where parts of him had been ripped out in the shapes of the people he’d loved and could not save. At least for a while.

—

The first year that Draco and Harry spent together at Hogwarts, they saw each other as rivals. They schemed and fought and thought they knew hate, and they crashed against each other like waves in a stormy sea.

When they returned to Hogwarts for the final time, they saw each other as mirrors, reflecting back their own wounds. They were battered and broken and they knew, now, what hate really looked like, and they chose to bury it with their dead.

One of them was overflowing, his regret uncontainable. The other was empty, his grief fathomless. But in each other they found balance. Eventually, their painful edges melded seamlessly, soldered by a cleansing fire of forgiveness and second chances, and they glowed in the flames, melting and reforming and healing, and together they rose as something new.

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[clarrissanewt]

hi! i luv ur writing, i was thinking if u could write a harry x reader where reader is a ravenclaw who's into music?

like they're dating and she writes a song for him on the piano and shows it to him and he's all happy and flustered (maybe they're at hogwarts or at his parents' house? idk it's up to you)

I Want To Write You a Song

Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!reader

House: Ravenclaw

Warnings: fluff, James (if you know what I mean)

Requests are open!

A/n: I actually meant to keep it a no voldi au but harry's scar is inseparable, so let's pretend voldi died in the first wizarding battle. Lily and James would be there; all in all a fluffy family stuff

it is house neutral as such, and is set post-howarts

ps- I've no idea why harry got poor eyesight here-

Harry’s feet seemed to move on their own accord. As he dashed up the old staircase of the Potter’s residence (his mother seemed to have a liking for antique stuff), the sight of the last stair almost skipped his awful sight, and by the time he realised it, it was too late to double back his uncontrollable pace.

Making a grabby motion, a two-year-old toddler is supposed to make, he steadied himself and his feet competed again with the speed of his hammering heart.

The weekend could never be more perfect, albeit it is wiser to drag himself upstairs before the groping rhythm and precise notes of the melody snap away.

He wanted to see Y/n play it herself this time.

Letting out almost a suppressed huff, his fingers snaked around the frame of the door which once was the gateway to his nursery, the sight of the nostalgic plushie of Padfoot (though Sirius admits Harry preferred the original beauty better), graced beside an equally beautiful Moony and- oh huh…

Y/n had a way not to let his dearest Prongs get chewed away by dust.

As the constant notes of intermittent frequency spurred from the old piano that belonged to none other than Euphemia Potter herself, the raven-haired boy stood fixated at the graceful, effortless racing of his girlfriend’s expertised fingers.

Oh, how they danced over those keys had his heart throbbing threateningly against his chest.

Y/n, with a little knowledge of who this little antlered stag signified (Harry vaguely remembers all his dearest uncles and father competing to be his favourite though), had her fake book perching against it. And before she could take another glance into the old rusty pages, her hands went for a rough key smash.

No doubt about it, Harry had fallen down with a thud.

Letting out a feverish breath, she was quick to get her boyfriend since school time back to his feet. Nonetheless, his flustered antics were a good weapon she would require later.

“Eight years and you still love the floor more than me.”

Harry rolled his eyes at the bad joke before pushing her back towards the bench, and stood expectantly at the back in hope for her to continue.

“You know what they say? Blind in love?” He tsked as she smirked from her shoulder. “My eyesight does an extra treat.”

“God awful it is,” her fingers feather touched the surface, sending a serene galloping sound across the silent house. “Mind to hear something?”

As Harry grinned with a “never” she straightened her slouched self, sucking all the air she could. At least that would mean she can carry on without choking with nervousness.

• ✧ ☆ . .☆ ★ . .　 ☆　∗

“Merlin, since when Harry Potter goes red?” Y/n hiccuped over her laugh as Harry tried to dissipate the hotness creeping onto his neck, and before he could retort, he felt something poking him.

Something? Was he sure?

Godric, he silently cursed as a stag, yep, a stag, held it matching self in his mouth, and Y/n looked from beside him in bewilderment.

It almost seemed like he was sitting between three stags, Y/n gaping at the sudden intrusion as if she were a deer with headlights, headlights that were ready to scream.

“Harry, is it an animal?”

‘Mhmm,” he looked away, not wanting to scare her with ‘Surprise! That’s my dad!’.

“Since when do stags roam in Godric Hollow?” Her voice sounded low prior to what sounded zealous minutes ago.

Bingo, he patted her sympathetically on the shoulder, something he can tease her back with.

There was a distant clunk of the door, and before she could protest, Harry had cheekily dragged himself downstairs in the name of opening the door.

Fucking Potter.

“Someone’s having fun,” He sighed at Lily, her curious green eyes staring back his own.

“Where’s James?”

“Having fun,” Lily heard his nineteen-year-old son hinting at the obvious. “He’s introducing himself in his own way.”

“Well then,” she was quick to snort in unamusement, “I’ve got things to handle, and so have you.”

And this time it was the most unexpected commotion Lily had ever met.

Y/n, his son’s girlfriend, whom she knows since last four years, was standing high on the bench, the fake book rolled and held out as if it were a sword, and her innocent, gentleman husband, had his antlers standing out in her direction, the front legs perching on the bench as he looked at her beadily, as if it was the most obvious way to greet someone. He was up for an upbraiding for sure.

And before Y/n could actually pass out at the prospect of standing in a home viz a viz zoo (Harry just imagined if Sirius could join this), he took her out of the room leaving his mother for her quick action.

As James saw the two of them walking out, the young girl with wide eyes and betrayed expression along with his own mini-me, he smiled at the old plushie.

The first thing he was going to do after Lily finishes was to call Sirius. He’d bet that his grandkids are going to like him as the original beauty better.