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[ladiesofhpfest]

2023 Fest Masterlist

As the fest goes on, this list will be updated to showcase all the amazing works, week by week :)

Pre-Fest Fic Recs

Week 1 - All the Single Ladies

Week 2 - Mothers

Week 3 - Hogwarts Hotties

Week 4 - Background Beauties

Week 5 - Unconventional & Unashamed

Week 6 - Hot Girl Summer

Week 7 - Queer Cuties

Week 8 - Villainous Vixens

Week 9 - Heartthrobs and Heartbreaks

Week 10 - Daughters

Week 11 - Ministry Misses

Week 12 - Female Friendship

Weeks 13 and 14 - Quidditch Queens and Hedwig's Circle of Divas

Weeks 15 and 16 - Girly Girls and Sisters Before Misters

That's the end of the fest! 75 works on AO3 and one more work on Tumblr means SEVENTY SIX female centric works!! Thank you to all our authors and creators!!

[sofoulandfairaday]

I actually do tend to put most of the Order we see in the photos around the same years, but my headcanon is that there were other older members but they all died by the time that photo was taken because they were trying to protect the younger kids. I like to imagine that Moody is the only surviving older Order member and he had to watch his peers die one by one and then had to watch as so many of those kids they died trying to protect were killed themselves

Soooo. I can see this working if well justified. There is a line that does justify it in canon, actually- "[...] look, I can’t promise no one’s going to get hurt, nobody can promise that, but we’re much better off than we were last time, you weren’t in the Order then, you don’t understand, last time we were outnumbered twenty to one by the Death Eaters and they were picking us off one by one...”

Voldemort would most likely send his Death Eaters after the best and strongest Order members first, even though they were more likely to take down many of his followers- it's not like he didn't have the numbers. BUT I'm afraid it's a little unrealistic. The weakest fighters in a fight to the death are those who get killed first even with protection.

Just for funsies, though, I'll give you my personal headcanon of the Order members' rough ages. I'm usually flexible if they're changed by a couple of years, but the generations should be kept.

This is the list of confirmed Order of the Phoenix members in the First Wizarding War:

Albus Dumbledore

Aberforth Dumbledore

Alastor Moody

Arabella Figg

Dedalus Diggle

Elphias Doge

Emmeline Vance

Mundungus Fletcher

Rubeus Hagrid

Sturgis Podmore

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Peter Pettigrew (who turns spy for the Death Eaters in 1980)

All these people survive the war. Then we also have:

James Potter

Lily Evans Potter

Fabian Prewett

Gideon Prewett

Frank Longbottom

Alice Longbottom

Edgar Bones

Benji Fenwick

Caradoc Dearborn

Dorcas Meadowes

Marlene McKinnon

Now. The only girl confirmed to be one of Lily's classmates is Mary McDonald and she's not part of the Order (and I choose to believe that she wasn't; she sympathised, maybe, but I like the headcanon that she's so scarred by Mulciber and Avery's bullying - and that the event that Lily references to Severus is not the only time they use Dark Magic on her - that she wants nothing to do with the fight). I am maybe one of the two (2) people with a mild appreciation for BlackKinnon, and I don't mind Marlene as someone in the same age bracket as them (but I can also see her being older). She is murdered along her entire family, though, and it's unclear whether she was a mother, a sister, or a daughter. I will say that some of their Hogwarts years overlapped.

Dorcas I find way less likely. She was killed by Voldemort himself - the man wouldn't have bothered if she wasn't an Amelia Bones-level witch at least, which means she was mighty, which means she most likely wasn't twenty-one. I like to think that she was an Auror, or a Ministry high-ranking employee with sound principles that just would not bend to the infiltration of the DEs in the Ministry or to Barty Crouch Snr's ruthlessness.

Frank and Alice Longbottom are the same, to me. They're older than the Marauders, I would make them (just like Dorcas) around Bellatrix's age, maybe even older. That makes them around 30yrs old in 1981. Which means they would have had a full decade or more to become the most respected Aurors in the Wizarding World, so well known that what happened to them sparked major outrage, the kind that led to a manhunt for their torturers, and the sentencing of a pleading nineteen-year-old boy. (Of course, Barty jr was guilty, but they didn't know that, didn't know just how loyal to Voldemort he truly was. The Lestranges sentencing - an old wizarding family, a Lestrange had even been Minister for Magic - was clearly one sparked by public outrage. People were crying out for their blood.)

The Prewetts were Molly's older brothers, so they were way older than the Marauders. They were also killed by a group of Death Eaters led by Antonin Dolohov after what appears to have been a truly brutal fight, so nope. They weren't the Fred and George types of the Marauders Era (also. the Marauders were that!)

Edgar Bones had a wife and children and was considered to be one of the best of the era, so I doubt he was as young as the Fantastic Four. We really don't know enough about Caradoc Dearborn or Benji Fenwick to say, but I somehow doubt it.

Of those who survived.

We know that Albus, Aberforth, Moody, Elphias Doge, Mundungus, and Arabella Figg are all way older than the Marauders, and I've always pictured Dedalus Diggle as a middle aged man (but we only know he's tiny and excitable, so it could go either way). Sturgis Podmore's description fits someone that could have been in the Marauder's year or maybe slightly older, but still one of their peers.

So, really, the green-faced youths that fought with the Order were: the four Marauders, Lily, maybe Marlene and Emmeline Vance (who isn't even listed as fighting with them in the First War, only the second), and maybe Sturgis Podmore. On the side of the Death Eaters: Avery, Mulciber, Barty Crouch jr (who was two/three years younger than the Marauders!!!), Regulus Black and of course Severus Snape.

And, no. Evan Rosier's age is never disclosed, and since he brutally maims fucking Alastor Moody - possibly the greatest Auror ever - I'm inclined to believe that he was at least Bellatrix's age (so 8-9 years older than the Marauders). In my personal headcanon he's even a tad older - but no less cuntier for it. My boy serves as much cunt at 27 as he did at 17 (<3).

[alxssarosex]

Another post about my 4th black sister idea @idkjustlemmedrownlikerab

Name: Iris Lyra Black

Fancast:

(Dove Cameron or Megan fox more dove tho)

Her favorite sister: Shockingly Bellatrix but she'd never admit it she'd always either say it varies or Narcissa

How she died/why the black family is hiding info about her: As mentioned in my previous post her mom doesn't like her and her mom is also Schizophrenic so she was in a episode and angry with Iris for mouthing off infront of voldemort so she stuck Iris's head in the bathtub and held her underwater (a usual punishment of hers) but she got a bit carried away and killed her she swore it was a accident when her husband found them so they staged it to look like she had been hit with avada kedavra and only the close family knew the truth and they buried it deep no one was even allowed to speak Iris's name.

Friends: all of the skittles, Arabella zabini (Blaise's mom) was one of her best friends, she was actually friends with Snape, Rabastan lestrange, and others.

Random lore: she would rank her family members with Regulus for fun her typical rank was Evan,Regulus,Bellatrix,Narcissa,Pandora,her dad,Sirius,Pandora and Evan's parents,Orion,Walburga and then in last place her mother.

She was supposed to be in married after Hogwarts graduation to Marcus nott (meaning she was almost Theodore Notts mother if she hadn't yk died).

She was around 17 when she died.

Iris and Sirius would talk about leaving together when they were left alone though she always knew her way out was marriage and he'd get out fighting tooth and nail but she was wrong her way out was death.

She was her parents last effort to produce an heir and her mother was very disappointed when she came out a girl (as she was with all her children).

Iris was top of her class in all her classes before her unfortunate death.

One of her favorite pastimes was to smoke in the greenhouse with Barty and Evan or Marcus.

Out of all of her friends only Regulus and Snape ever found out the truth of what happened to her. Regulus over heard a conversation between his mother and druella about it and Snape found out much later during the golden trio era when Narcissa was drunk and sad she told him her mother killed Iris and Snape said he figured that's what happened.

Iris closest non family member friends were Arabella,Barty,Dorcas,Marcus and Snape (I know we all hate him for being a weirdo so I can remove him from the equation but yk).

Arabella was driven insane not knowing what happened to Iris and not being allowed to talk about her (the black family is very threatening) she was lonely afterwards her only real friend remaining after everything was Marcus.

I think this is it for now however if we are interested in non canon/dead Iris Black then I will write a post about that.

[saintsenara]

more unhinged pls?

stan shunpike/marge dursley

garrick ollivander/luna lovegood

peter pettigrew/hagrid

minerva mcgonagall/mrs figg

rabastan lestrange/nymphadora tonks

severus snape/pansy parkinson

thank you very much for the ask, anon! although i fear you should consider prison.

marge dursley/stan shunpike

i actually think this does a great disservice to marge, who is a cunty, gender-non-conforming legend who just wants to see the cane used liberally. stan is too basic for someone of her calibre, i fear.

although, since i believe that harry's straight-up wrong about him being under the imperius curse, their - shall we say - right wing political views would probably align...

luna lovegood/garrick ollivander

for my sins, i genuinely back this one. i've explained why here.

rubeus hagrid/peter pettigrew

i'm forced to write this one off as a flop - even though they're canonically both death eaters - because wormtail is so dull, whereas hagrid seems like a great [if chaotic] laugh.

he'd never have won that dragon egg if wormtail was there, for example, because the vibe would have been made so toxic by his sheer presence. hagrid doesn't need that!

arabella figg/minerva mcgonagall

opting to back this on the grounds that mrs figg popping off at mundungus in order of the phoenix would clearly get minerva hot and bothered.

rabastan lestrange/nymphadora tonks

it's a low bar to clear, but given that rabastan's defining character trait is "there", he'd probably manage to be no worse for tonks than the other man of her acquaintance whose name begins r. l.

pansy parkinson/severus snape

pansy is directly involved in many of snape's most egregious cruelties in goblet of fire [for example, when he looks at hermione's hexed teeth and says "i see no difference"] - usually because she's the person who's wavering around a rita skeeter article which provides him with an opportunity to call harry a dickhead.

which, tbh, probably makes them genuinely compatible. being horrible to other people isn't a great interest to have in common... but it's still a common interest.

[child-of-peace]

No one asked me for my opinion on why I think JK Rowling is a hypocrite, but I’m gonna give it anyway.

(This is something I’ve been thinking about for well over a year, and it’s something I have struggled to put into words until now.)

Harry Potter, and hear me out here, is the perfect allegory for transgenderness (I know, that’s not a word). To explain this, let me draw the parallels between types of wizard/witch and genders.

Purebloods: Cis women, born into the wizarding world, entirely magical.

Muggles: Cis men, born into the muggle world, no magic to speak of.

Halfbloods: Non-binary folk (like me!) or intersex folk, either raised in the muggle world like Harry (AMAB) or raised in the wizarding world like Tonks (AFAB).

Muggleborns: Trans women, born into the muggle world, entirely magical.

Squibs: Trans men, born into the wizarding world, no magic to speak of. (This one works too well, since, just like squibs, trans men are often forgotten about in conversation.)

So, by these standards:

Blood traitors: Trans allies (the Weasleys, the Potters, Sirius Black, Andromeda Tonks).

Pureblood supremacists: Transphobes (Bellatrix Lestrange, the Malfoys, in Rowling’s opinion the entirety of Slytherin house).

And now, onto the reason why JK Rowling is a hypocrite: Hermione and Lily are both “the brightest witch[es] of their age”. And yet they are muggleborns. At no point did she deny them their witchhood. In fact, she went as far as to say the people denying them their witchhood (pureblood supremacists) were bigots who were actively making the world a more dangerous place. The pureblood supremacists were spreading misinformation, claiming that muggleborns weren’t real wizards/witches and wanting them out of Hogwarts and out of the Wizarding World. Sound familiar?

Muggleborns are magical beings, that can’t be denied. They may have been raised in muggle society, but they aren’t muggles. And she points out that the Wizarding World is kept secret from the muggles because of past violence, but she shows a lot of muggles who are supportive of magical beings (Lily’s parents, Hermione’s parents, Jacob Kowalski, literally any muggle who willingly married a magical being). And in spite of that past violence, she still points out that muggleborns belong in the wizarding world. And as for our squibs, not much is said about them, but Filch is the caretaker of Hogwarts and Arabella Figg is a wonderful person who always looked out for Harry. They understand the struggles of magical beings, but they aren’t magical themselves. They look after their peers. JK Rowling tells us that these people are (for the most part) good. They may not have been born into those worlds, but they aren’t actually wrong for it. And yet it is our antagonists, the pureblood supremacists, who see them as wrong. The muggleborns “don’t belong” in wizarding society (neither do the halfbloods really) and the squibs are “defective”. Sound familiar?

Rowling is upset at being “cancelled”, when she raised us to do just that. Pureblood supremacists belong in Azkaban, right? And even the children (Slytherins) who are just spewing the hate their parents taught them belong in the dungeons, right? And everyone else (the blood traitors, the halfbloods, the muggleborns) is supposed to cheer on as they’re taken away, right?

Draco gets punched, turned into a ferret, flung around by a hippogriff and we’re supposed to see it as justice. We’re supposed to laugh. That’s what she taught us to do with bigots. But now that she’s the bigot, we’re supposed to continue to worship the ground she walks on? Not likely.

To be clear, I don’t want people doing to her what her characters did. She is still a human being deserving of basic human respect (even if she won’t afford us that same respect). Don’t buy her books or her merch (and if you have to, don’t buy it firsthand). Don’t give her more of your money. But don’t send her death threats or hate mail or turn her into a ferret either.

All I want is for her to acknowledge her role in our story. I want her to admit that she is the very villain she warned us about. That she is the monster she taught us to be wary of hiding under our beds. Because how else are we supposed to interpret her actions?

[speaksoftlyrp]

in preparation for the site opening, here's our list of playable canon characters:

(☆ = major canon)

☆ Black, Sirius - 24 (Animagus)

☆ Black, Regulus - 23 (Lord Voldemort's Killer)

Bones, Edgar - 26+

Bones, Amelia - 24+

Carrow, Alecto - 20+

Carrow, Amycus - 20+

☆ Crouch, Bartemius Junior - 23+

Dearborn, Caradoc - 23+

Diggle, Dedalus - 20+

Doge, Elphias - 103+

Dolohov, Antonin - 25+

☆ Dumbledore, Aberforth - 100

Fenwick, Benjy - 21+

☆ Figg, Arabella - 23+ (Squib)

Fletcher, Mundungus - 22+

☆ Hagrid, Rubeus - 56 (Half-Giant)

Karkaroff, Igor - 20+

☆ Lestrange, Bellatrix - 33 (Dumbledore's Killer)

Lestrange, Rabastan - 30+

Lestrange, Rodolphus - 30+

Longbottom, Alice - 28

Longbottom, Frank - 28+

☆ Lupin, Remus - 24 (Werewolf)

☆ Malfoy, Lucius - 31

☆ Malfoy, Narcissa - 29

McKinnon, Marlene - 21+

Meadowes, Dorcas - 21+

☆ Moody, Alastor - 25+

☆ Pettigrew, Peter - 24 (Animagus)

☆ Potter, James - 24 (Animagus)

☆ Potter, Lily - 24

Prewett, Fabian - 29+

Prewett, Gideon - 29+

Rookwood, Augustus - 20+

Rosier, Evan - 28+

Skeeter, Rita - 33+

☆ Snape, Severus - 24

Tonks, Andromeda - 29-33

Tonks, Ted - 29+

Vance, Emmeline - 20+

Yaxley, Corban - 18+

as a note, you're always welcome to play an OC or a canon character not listed here!

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[campbell-lol]

My Sweeney Todd Cast head cannons if Harry Potter characters were actors

*Disclaimer: I’m not saying they are these characters in a literal sense but as actors and what role I believe they would have (based solely on vibes and some HP actors) so if you don’t agree please be kind<3

Leads:

Sweeney Todd: James Potter, Remus Lupin (Understudy)

Mrs. Lovett: Molly Weasley, Bellatrix Lestrange (Understudy)

Anthony Hope: Harry Potter, Dean Thomas (Understudy)

Johanna: Luna Lovegood, Fleur Delacroix (Understudy)

Judge Turpin: Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore (Understudy)

(Note: yes i put Snape as judge Turpin bc Alan Rickman is all I can picture when I hear/imagine Turpin)

The Beedle: Peter Petigrew, Sheamus Finnigan (Understudy)

Peireli (Davey Connor): Sirius Black, Regulus Black (Understudy)

Toby: Filius Flitwick, Ron Weasley (Understudy)

Crews:

Tech Crew: Weasley Twins + Bill Weasley

Tech Director: Arthur Weasley

Choreographer: Neville Longbottom

Casting Director: Hermione Granger

Costume Manager: Charlie Weasley

Costume Crew: Lavender Brown, Parvati and Padma Patil, Evan Rosier

Set Designer: Oliver Wood

Set Carpenter: Rubius Hagrid and Firenze, Ginny Weasley

Stage Manager: Percy Weasley

Stage Crew: Aberforth Dumbledore, Pomona Sprout, Colin Creevey and Arabella Figg

Ensemble:

Garrick Ollivander

Viktor Krum

Rolanda Hooch

Stan Shunpike

Rufus Scrimgeour

Madame Maxime

Phineas Nigellus Black

Pansy Parkinson

Draco Malfoy

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Walburga Black

Barty Crouch Jr.

Pandora Lestrange

Argus Filch

Marleene McKinnon

Lily Evans

Mundungus Fletcher

Professor Kettleburn

Dolores Umbridge

Minerva McGonagall

[princesscatalina99]

Golden Trio Era (years 3-7) discord rp

18+

Themes may include: Snogging, Some Sexual Themes, Death, Animal/Creature Abuse, Torture, Strong Language, Smoking and Drug Use, Alcohol Consumption, Force, etc.

Small Introduction~

Hi there! I’m back with another group! This time I’m going to try using Discord. I’m using discord since it’s easier to be in more than one place. I hope you read through everything fully and completely.

Plot~

This follows the basic plot of the movies and books Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (both movies). This follows Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger’s years throughout Hogwarts and defeating Lord Voldemort (or He Who Shall Not Be Named).

Though this also follows the story of a girl named Catalina Thorne and how much trauma she goes through. She is carrying a lot of weight by keeping a secret of information. She is possibly dating the worst person that she could by choosing Draco Malfoy. Though she loves him dearly and feels happy around him, she has to lie to him and his family every day. She doesn’t always feel comfortable around her father since he’s a death eater and may have heard of her brother. Will she ever tell Draco the truth? Find out.

Rules~

1. You must have seen all 8 Harry Potter movies and/or read all 7 Harry Potter books. I will not be including anything from Cursed Child or Fantastic Beasts or Hogwarts Mystery or Hogwarts Legacy.

2. You MUST have Discord. If you don’t and are new to it, feel free to message me. I am using discord instead of Messenger because discord allows me to be in more places in a single group than messenger can do.

3. Please stick the canon characters to what happens. If your character dies, then they must die. If they end up together with someone, you must do that. If you’re a canon that doesn’t specifically end up with anyone in particular, you may ship them with someone who wouldn’t be with those ships.

4. You may be as many characters as you would like to do as long as you can control them.

5. Please do not badger me on being an admin. I only add people as admins if I trust them and I know that they understand the whole source material.

6. Please make sure that you know how to make bots. If you need help, please feel free to message me or an admin.

7. Please make sure you are literate. Please be able to do at least 3 lines of text. I would prefer you to not use *…* to rp but I won’t scold you if you do it.

8. Ocs are allowed but I’d like to have both ocs and canons.

9. Lgbtqia+ characters are allowed along with ships.

10. Sexual themes are allowed as long as you take it to personal chats and as long as the other person consents to it.

11. If you’re going to do anything triggering, please inform before typing. Using the any of the three Unforgivable Curses may trigger any young witch or wizard’s mind and we wouldn’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable.

12. No bullying, trolling, homophobic or mean remarks out of character towards anyone!

13. If you break any rules there will be a three strike system. Strike 1: you are restricted from roleplay for one whole day. Strike 2: you are banned from roleplay for one whole week. Strike 3: you are henceforth banned from the group, never to set foot ever again.

14. Note: if anyone is being a Malfoy or Blaise Zabini, please message me so I may tell you about the important relationships our characters share.

15. Have fun!

Open Roles (in alphabetical order)~

Aberforth Dumbledore:

Alastor Moody:

Albert Runcorn:

Albus Dumbledore:

Alecto Carrow:

Alicia Spinnet:

Amos Diggory:

Amycus Carrow:

Angelina Johnson:

Anthony Goldstein:

Antonin Dolohov:

Arabella Figg:

Aragog:

Argus Filch:

Arthur Weasley:

Aurora Sinistra:

Bane:

Barty Crouch Sr:

Barty Crouch Jr:

Bellatrix Lestrange:

Blaise Zabini:

Bloody Baron:

Bogrod:

Cedric Diggory:

Charity Burbage:

Charles Weasley:

Cho Chang:

Colin Creevey:

Corban Yaxley:

Cormac McLaggen:

Cornelius Fudge:

Cuthbert Binns:

Dean Thomas:

Dennis Creevey:

Dobby:

Dolores Umbridge:

Dudley Dursley:

Eloise Midgen:

Ernie Macmillan:

The Fat Friar:

Fenrir Greyback:

Filius Flitwick:

Firenze:

Fred Weasley:

Gabrielle Delacour:

Garrick Ollivander:

George Weasley:

Gilderoy Lockhart:

Ginny Weasley:

Grawp:

Gregory Goyle:

Griphook:

Hannah Abbott:

Harry Potter:

Helena Ravenclaw/The Grey Lady:

Hokey:

Horace Slughorn:

Igor Karkaroff:

Irma Pince:

Justin Finch-Fletchley:

Katie Bell:

Kingsley Shacklebolt:

Kreacher:

Lavender Brown:

Lee Jordan:

Lucius Malfoy:

Ludo Bagman:

Luna Lovegood:

Madam Rosmerta:

Mafalda Hopkirk:

Magorian:

Marge Dursley:

Millicent Bulstrode:

Minerva McGonagall:

Moaning Myrtle:

Mundungus Fletcher:

Narcissa Malfoy:

Nearly Headless Nick:

Nymphadora Tonks:

Oliver Wood:

Olympe Maxime:

Padma Patil:

Pansy Parkinson:

Parvati Patil:

Peeves:

Penelope Clearwater:

Percy Weasley:

Peter Pettigrew:

Petunia Dursley:

Pius Thicknesse:

Pomona Sprout:

Poppy Pomfrey:

Reginald Cattermole:

Remus Lupin:

Rita Skeeter:

Rolanda Hooch:

Romilda Vane:

Ronald Weasley:

Ronan:

Rubeus Hagrid:

Rufus Scrimgeour:

Seamus Finnigan:

Septima Vector:

Severus Snape:

Sir Cadogan:

Sirius Black:

Sorting Hat:

Stan Shunpike:

Susan Bones:

Sybill Trelawney:

Theodore Nott:

Tom Riddle/Lord Voldemort:

Vernon Dursley:

Viktor Krum:

Vincent Crabbe:

Xenophilius Lovegood:

Walden Macnair:

Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank:

Wilkie Twycross

William Weasley:

Winky:

Zacharias Smith:

Set Ships~

Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley (years 6-7)

Harry Potter and Cho Chang (just a fling in year 5)

Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley

Ronald Weasley and Lavender Brown (just a fling in year 6)

Catalina Thorne and Draco Malfoy

Catalina Thorne and Blaise Zabini (they have a small fling when Draco is pushing Catalina away when he becomes a death eater)

Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin

William Weasley and Fleur Delacour

Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy

Arthur Weasley and Molly Weasley

Ginny Weasley and Dean Thomas (just a fling in year 6)

Tom Riddle/Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange

If you want to join, please message me or comment below who you would like to play. Thanks for taking the time to read this all through.

[otunnicliffe]

Chloe + Harry Potter And The Philosophers Stone

Chapter One: The Twins Who Lived

'Alright then Dumbledore, do you want to read the first chapter?' 

Albus Dumbledore simply nods at McGonagall, and opens the book. 'This Chapter', he booms, 'Is called 'The Twins Who Lived'.

'Ooh! That'll be Chloe and Harry!' Alice exclaims to Gwendolyn excitedly. 

Mr and Mrs Dursley of-

'Wait, I thought this was about Chloe and Harry?' Regulus says, abruptly stopping Dumbledore's storytelling. 'Who are the Dursleys?'

'Dursley... that name does ring a bell, but I can't put my finger on why.' Gwendolyn ponders.

'Isn't your sister, Petunia, dating a Dursley?' Kimberly asks.

'AHA! That's it!' Gwendolyn exclaims. 'Is it?'

'Yes, Miss Evans, the Dursleys are your sister and her husband,' McGonagall says.

'Why are we starting the story off with a bunch of muggles?' Narcissa scorns. 'Why aren't we talking about Chloe and Harry, or even Gwendolyn and James?' With this, everyone erupts into conversations filled with confusion about the beginning of this tale.

'Everyone!' Dumbledore booms, and the room instantly falls silent. 'Everything will be exclaimed. Now, if you all don't mind, let's use our ears and listen to the tale.'

Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

'Don't exactly know why you'd be so proud of being normal,' Xenophilius mutters to Barty Jr. 'I personally find normal to be very boring indeed'.

'I agree mate,' Barty Jr whispered back. 

They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. 

Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills.

'I won't lie,' Sirius exclaims, as he shuffled down in his beanbag, hands going behind his head, 'That sounds like the deadest job ever.'

'I agree,' Calls Peter, mouth full of sweet treats.

'Ew, Pete!' Arabella groans. 'Swallow before you wallow!'

'Sorry,' Peter muffles, clearly not being very sorry at all.

He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache.

'He sounds like a right looker,' Andromeda exclaims, sarcastically, and the room erupted into laughter.

Mrs Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which became useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours.

'That is deffo your sister, Gwen!' Arabella announces, Kimberly next to her chuckling in agreement.

'This book isn't very nice about my poor sister,' Gwendolyn says, whole trying not to laugh at the trueness of the definition of Petunia.

The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

'This is a lovely description and all,' says Bellatrix, who was already laid back on her seat, already very bored. 'But what does this have to do with us?'

'Patience, Miss Lestrange, Patience.'

The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters.

'What's wrong with the Potters?' James cried, defensively as he suddenly sat up in his chair.

'Do you want a list?' Severus cut in.

'Snivellous, watch it!

'James leave it!' Gwendolyn exclaimed, and James gave Severus the finger and turned away from him.

Mrs Potter was Mrs Dursleys sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister,

'Me and my sister don't get along?' Gwendolyn exclaimed sadly. This garnered sympathetic looks from most of the people int hat room, apart from a few Slytherins, who really couldn't care less. 

,because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband

'Way harsh!' James objected. 'I am NOT good-for-nothing!'

were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be.

'Well I don't want to be like them anyway,' James exclaimed proudly, 'Do we Gwen?'

'Nope,' Gwen responded, letting out a small smile. James took this as a win.

The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbours would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had children too, twins, one girl and one boy, but they had never seen either of them. Those children were another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.

When Mr and Mrs Dursley woke up on a dull, grey Tuesday out story starts

'Merlin, has it only just started!' Bellatrix groans.

,there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country.

'What things?' Asked Peter, looking up from all the food he'd been eating.

'If you let the man talk, he'll tell us, stop interrupting!' Amos exclaims, also already fed up of this book.

'That was rude,' Peter mutters, but nonetheless shutting up to let Dumbledore continue.

Mr Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work and Mrs Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.

'Lovely child,' drawls Lucius, with disgust.

None of them noticed a large tawny owl flutter past the window.

At half past eight, Mr Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs Dursley on the cheek and tried to kiss Dudley goodbye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the wall.

'What a delightful child', Kimberly quipped, not even trying to hide her obvious sarcasm.

'Little tyke' chortled Mr Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.

'He's got a car!' Exclaimed Arthur excitedly, looking up.

'Most people in the Muggle world do,' Gwendolyn explained.

'Well I am very jealous of Muggles!'

It was on this corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar- a cat reading a map.

Everyone suddenly turned to look at McGonagall.

'You're in this story too!' Amos exclaimed.

'Well of course, Mr Diggory,' She said, trying her hardest to hold back her smile. 

For a second, Mr Dursley didn't realize what he had seen- then he jerked his head around to look again. There was the tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking?

'Oh Minnie, confusing Muggles yet again,' Sirius remarks, grinning broadly.

It must have been a trick of the light. Mr Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back.

'McGonagall, no offense, but you really need to work on your being a cat skills,' Regulus jokes.

As Mr Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive- no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs.

'Lies, we all know one who can.' Molly exclaims, pointing at McGonagall giddily.

Mr Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove towards town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day.

But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. 

'Wizards wearing wizarding clothes in the Muggle world?' Alice quizzed.

'That's strange. That's like one of the things we know not to do!' Narcissa remarks, also looking puzzled.

People in cloaks. Mr Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes- the get-ups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. Mr Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald green cloak!

'Something big has happened,' Murmured Barty, 'Something huge in our world'. 

The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt- these people were obviously collecting for something...

'Stupid muggles!' Chortled Bellatrix.

...yes that would be it. The traffic moved on, and a few minutes later, Mr Dursley arrived in the Grunnings car park, his mind back on drills. 

Mr Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead.

'I'm presuming that it isn't normal for owls to do that in the Muggle world?' Andromeda asks Gwendolyn. 

'No. it's not at all,' Gwendolyn responds, brows furrowed in confusion.

'Question.' Remus says. 'Why are we reading about this? What about Gwen or Prongs? Or Chloe and Harry?'

'Patience, Mr Lupin, and all will be revealed.'

Most of them had never seen an owl even at night-time. Mr Dursley, however, had a perfectly fine owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls

'What's a telephone?' Arthur asks.

Gwendolyn got him a pen and a sheet of paper, and handed it to him with the instruction of 'write what you don't know and I'll explain later'.

and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunch-time, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakers opposite.

'Lard-arse,' Arabella exclaimed.

He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This lot were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin.

'Stupid Muggle, they aren't collecting anything!' Bellatrix says.

It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.

'Is this when we find out what happened?' Regulus said, trying to contain his excitement.

Everyone now, even Bellatrix, was listening intently.

'The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard- yes, their children, Chloe and Harry-'

'What happened to them?' Asked Gwendolyn, looking nervous.

'Why is everyone talking about us?' James asked, also looking nervous.

'Patience Miss Evans and Mr Potter, all will be explained.'

Mr Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.

He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone and had almost finished dialing home when he changed his mind. He put the receiver down and stroked his mustache, thinking... no, he was being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure that there were lots of people called potter that had children named Chloe and Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his niece and nephew were called Chloe and Harry. He'd never even seen either of them, the girl or the boy. It might have been Charlotte and Harvey. Or Clara and Harold.

'Harold!' James exclaimed, his nose wrinkling in disgust. 'What a horrible name, why would I name my child that!'

There was no point in worrying Mrs Dursley, she always got so upset at the mention of her sister. He didn't blame her- if he'd had a sister like that..

'A sister like what!' Arabella exclaimed defensively. 'Gwendolyn is so much better than Petunia, that bitch!'

'I agree!' James says. 'I'd be more worried about his wife more than anything else.

...but all the same, those people in cloaks... 

He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon, and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that  he walked straight into someone just outside of the door. 

'Sorry,' he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was two seconds before Mr Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passers-by stare: 'Don't be sorry my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last!

'WHAT!' Came the collective shout from everyone in that room, excluding the teachers.

'He's gone?' James exclaimed loudly, 'But how?'

'That will be revealed soon, Mr Potter.'

Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy happy day!'

And the old man hugged Mr Dursley around the middle and walked off.

Mr Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off home, hoping his was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.

'Shock me,' Remus said quietly. Kimberly chuckled.

As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw- and it didn't improve his mood- was the tabby cat he'd spotted this morning.

Everyone turned to stare at McGonagall once again. 

It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure that it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.

'Shoo!' said Mr Dursley loudly. 

The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behaviour, Mr Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife. 

Mrs Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learnt a new word (shan't!). Mr Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living-room in time to catch the last report on the evening news:

'And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern.' The news reader allowed himself a grin. 'Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?'

'Well, Ted,' said the weatherman, 'I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire and Dundee have been phoning to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars!'

'Shooting stars!' Exclaimed Gwendolyn. 'No wonder they're all wondering what's going on!'

Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early- it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight.'

Arthur added 'Bonfire Night' to his list.

Mr Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters...

Mrs Dursley came into the living-room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. 'Er- Petunia, dear- you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?'

As he expected, Mrs Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.

'I always knew she didn't like me, but I didn't think she would take it this far!' Gwendolyn exclaimed, sadly. She once again received sympathetic looks from most of the inhabitants of the room. James put his arm around her comfortingly, and she softly smiled.

'No,' she said sharply. 'Why?'

'Funny stuff on the news,' Mr Dursley mumbled.' Owls... shooting stars... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today...'

'So?' snapped Mrs Dursley.

'Well I just thought... maybe... it was something to do with... you know.. her lot.'

'Is that us he's referring to?' Andromeda asks. 'Witches and Wizards?' Dumbledore nodded.

Mrs Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name 'Potter'. He decided he didn't dare. Instead, he said, as casually as he could. 'This twins- they'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't they?'

'I suppose so,' Said Mrs Dursley stiffly. 

"What's their names again? Clara and Howard, isn't it?'

'Chloe and Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me.'

'Says the one who named their child 'Dudley''. Kimberly scoffed.

'Chloe and Harry are nice names, especially in comparison to Dudley!' Regulus agreed. 

'Oh, yes,' said Mr Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. 'Yes, I quite agree.'

'He can't talk about names!' Gwendolyn says defensively. 'His name is Vernon.'

This sent James into a pit of laughter. 

'Who names their child Vernon?' Alice says, giggling.

He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. it was staring down Privet Drive as though it was waiting for something.

'But what!' Remus asks, getting rather annoyed. 'What does this have to do with Gwen and Prongs?'

'Patience, Mr Lupin.'

'I don't have that at the moment.'

Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did.. if it got out that they were related to a pair of-

'Pair of what?' James asks, defensively. 'What's wrong with me and Gwen?'

well, he didn't think he could bear it.

'Well, I can't bear the fact that I'm gonna be related to you!' James says. 'Such a horrible, boring man!'

The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he feel asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind...  

'What's his issue with us?' Amos asks.

'He perceives us as not normal,' Xenophilius explains. 'And he only likes normal things.'

He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on. He yawned and turned over. It couldn't affect them...

How very wrong he was. 

'What do you mean by that?' James asked quizzically.

'Do we turn up at their doorstep?' Gwendolyn asks.

'Patience, Miss Evans, Mr Potter.'

Mr Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the the wall outside was showing no signs of sleepiness. 

All eyes again returned to McGonagall.

It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unthinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed in the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.

'Where you not bored?' Regulus asks.

A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. 

All eyes went to Dumbledore.

'Is it you, sir?' Molly asks.

Dumbledore shrugs, but the grin on his face gave it away that it was, in fact, him.

The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed. 

Nothing like this man had ever been seen in Privet Drive. He was tall, thin and very old,  judging by the silver of his hair and beard. which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes, were light, bright and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore. 

'But why are you at Privet Drive?' Remus asks. 'What happened?'

'Once again, patience Mr Lupin.'

Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realise that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realise he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered 'I should have known'.

He had found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up into the air and clicked it. The nearest street light went out with a pop.

'Oh that's so cool!' Frank exclaimed.

He clicked it again- the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left in the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. 

'I bet your sister would have still tried though, right Gwen?' Arabella teased. Gwendolyn chuckled lightly. 

Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street towards number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it. 'Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall.'

He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead, he was smiling at a rather severe-looking women who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had around its eyes. 

'That's our Minnie alright!' Sirius joked, smiling at the teacher.

She too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled. 

'How did you know it was me?' she asked.

'My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly.'

'You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day'  said Professor McGonagall.

'All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passes a dozen feasts and parties on the way here.'

Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily. 'Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right,' she said impatiently. 'You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no- even the Muggles have noticed something's going on/ It was on their news.' She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. 'I heard it. Flocks of owls... shooting stars.. Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent- I bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense.'

Everyone in the room recognised the name. Diggle was a Hufflepuff a few years above them, and they all happened to agree with McGonagall on her evaluation of him.

'You can't blame them,' said Dumbledore gently. 'We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years'.

'I know that,' said Professor McGonagall irritably. 'But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumours.'

Everyone's head poked up at this.

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't so she went on: 'A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?'

'It certainly seems so,'

Everyone gasped.

'But how!' Barty Jr asked.

said Dumbledore. 'We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a sherbet lemon?'

Arthur wrote 'Sherbet Lemon' on his list.

'A what?'

'A sherbet lemon. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.'

Arthur crossed it off his list.

'No, thank you,' said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for sherbet lemons. 'As I say. even if You-Know-Who has gone-'

'My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this "You-Know-Who" nonsense- for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort'

Everyone in the room let out an involuntary shudder, except Dumbledore.

Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two sherbet lemons, seemed not to notice. 'It all gets so confusing if we keep saying "You-Know-Who". I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name.'

Another shudder from everyone.

'I know you haven't,' said Professor McGonagall, sounding half-exasperated, half-admiring. 'But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort- was frightened of.'

'You flatter me,' said Dumbledore calmly. 'Voldemort had powers I will never have.'

'Only because you're too- well- noble to use them.'

'It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey like my new earmuffs.'

Alice and Molly giggled to each other at that.

Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, 'The owls are nothing to the rumours that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?'

'Are we finding out now?' Remus asks.

'Yes, Mr Lupin.' Everyone was now sat up, attention fully on the story, the suspense in the air thick as they awaited to hear what had happened.

It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever 'everyone' was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another sherbet lemon and did not answer. 

'What they're saying,' she pressed on. 'is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters.

Everyone turned and looked at Gwen and James, whose faces had turned pale.

'I think I know what's to come next, James,' Gwen says softly, tears filling her blue eyes.

James clearly knew what she meant, and grabbed her hand tightly. 'Don't say that.'

The rumour is that Gwendolyn and James Potter are- are- that they're- dead.'

A gasp erupted from the room.

'Knew it,' Gwendolyn said quietly, tears now spilling from her eyes.

'We die?' James asks, voice croaky, as he starts to softly cry too.

'I'm afraid so,' Dumbledore says solemnly. 

Arabella lets out a small sob, followed by Kimberly, Molly and Alice doing the same. The others just started at the pair in shock, tears in some of their eyes. Sirius mouth gapes open, silent tears streaming from his face. 

'We'll give you all a few minutes to get used to that,' McGonagall says softly, feeling hot tears pricking her own eyeballs.

A few minutes pass, and a still sniffling Gwendolyn and James say that they are ready to continue. 

Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped. 'Gwen and James... I can't believe it... oh, Albus...'

'Aww, Minnie you care!' James says, giving her a water smile.

'I have a question,' Molly says. 'What happens to Chloe and Harry?'

'Yeah, the book is about them, so they haven't died,' Kimberly says. 'So were they not in the house at the time or something?'

'That part is coming up now.' Dumbledore announces.

Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. 'I know... I know...' he said heavily.

Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. 'That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's twins, Chloe and Harry. But he couldn't kill those little children.

'WHAT!' The room broke out into.

'Prongs, your children are the reason why he's gone!' Remus said, putting the pieces together.

'Really?' James says, as he and Gwendolyn look to Dumbledore for some kind of explanation. 

'Mr Lupin was correct, your children did stop Voldemort.'

'But how?' Bellatrix spoke up, looking completely dumbfounded. 'You're telling me that he killed all those people and was as powerful as he was, but couldn't kill two kids?'

'That is correct, Miss Black, but the rest of the explanation, I'm afraid, you'll have to wait to find out what happened.'

'Are we ready to continue?' McGonagall cuts in.

With everyone nodding in agreement Dumbledore continues. 

No one knows why or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Chloe and Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke- and that's why he's gone.'

'James, you have some powerful offspring, mate!' Amos announces, everyone nodding in agreement.

Dumbledore nodded glumly. 

'It's- it's true?' faltered Professor McGonagall. 'After all he's done... all the people he's killed.. he could kill two little children? It's just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the name of heaven did Chloe and Harry survive?'

'We can only guess,' said Dumbledore. 'We may never know.'

Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said 'Hagrid's late.

'Hagrid's in this story?' Gwendolyn asked happily. Hagrid had just become the Groundkeeper for Hogwarts very recently, and Gwendolyn found him very lovely and kind.

'Great, just what this story needs,' Lucius remarks to Narcissa and Bellatrix. 'That big oaf.'

I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?'

'Yes,' said Professor McGonagall. 'And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?'

'I've come to bring Chloe and Harry to their aunt and uncle.

'YOU'RE WHAT!' James and Gwendolyn shouted. 

'Why would you do that!' James asked, looking at Dumbledore as is he'd gone mad.

'My sister hates me, and you want to give her my children?' Gwendolyn asks, anger rising in her voice. 'She's going to treat them terribly!'

'How come either me, Kimberly, Remus, Sirius or even Peter don't get them?' Arabella asks.

'It's a long story that is explained later, but you need to know it was for the best,' Dumbledore replied.

'I don't believe you!' Gwendolyn says.

Before starting an argument, Dumbledore just keeps on reading.

They're the only family they've got left now.'

'You don't mean- you can't mean the people who live here?' cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. 'Dumbledore- you can't.

'See, McGonagall agrees it's a bad idea!' James says. 

'Unfortunately, Mr Potter, it had to be done.' Dumbledore said calmly. 

You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son- I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street. screaming for sweets. Chloe and Harry Potter come and live here!'

'It's the best place for them,' said Dumbledore firmly. 'His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older

'But they won't!' Gwendolyn exclaims angrily. ''My sister hated me being a witch, she won't tell my children that they're the same!'

I've written them a letter.'

'A letter?' repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down against the wall. 'Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain this in a letter? These people will never understand him! They'll both be famous- a legend- I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Potter Twins Day in future- there will be books written about Chloe and Harry- every child in our world will know his name!'

'I bet Potter's having a right ego boost at the minute,' grovelled Severus.

'Exactly,' said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. 'It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before either of them can walk or talk! Famous for something they both won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?'

'There's a difference between growing up away from it and being placed in an abusive home!' Gwendolyn says. 

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed and then said, 'Yes- yes, you're right, of course. But how are the children getting here, Dumbledore?' She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding the twins underneath it.

'Hagrid's bringing them both.'

'You think it wise- wise- to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?'

'I would trust Hagrid with my life,' said Dumbledore.

'I wouldn't trust that big oaf with anything,' Lucius remarks.

'I'm not saying that his heart isn't in the right place,' said Professor McGonagall grudgingly. 'but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to- what was that?'

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky- and a huge motorbike fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them. 

If the motorbike was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide.

'That's Hagrid, for sure!' Kimberly said.

He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild- long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of dustbin lids and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms, he was holding two bundles of blankets.

'It's the twins!' Molly exclaimed to Gwendolyn.

'Hagrid,' said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. 'At last. And where did you get that motorbike?'

'Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir,' said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorbike as he spoke. 'Young Sirius Black lent it me.

'I have a motorbike!' Sirius exclaimed, an excited look on his face. 'That's so cool!'

I've got them both, sir.'

'No problems, were there?'

'No sir= house was almost destroyed but I got them both out alright before the Muggles started swarmin' around. They both fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol.'

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the two bundles of blankets. Inside each, just visible, was a baby, one girl and one boy, fast asleep. The girl's hair was barely visible in the dark light as it was so light, and the boy's was the exact opposite, jet black.

'Aww you had a mini you and a mini James, Gwen!' Alice said, cooing slightly. 

'I bet they're proper cute, our kids,' James said, smiling down at Gwendolyn who just blushed in response. 

Under the tufts of platinum blonde and jet-black hair over their forehead they could see identical curiously shaped cuts, like bolts of lightning. 

'Is that where-?' whispered Professor McGonagall.

'Yes,' said Dumbledore. 'They'll have those scars for ever.'

'Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in useful. I have one myself above my left knee which is a perfect map of the London Underground. 

'Really?' Gwendolyn asked, amusement written over her face at the idea. Dumbledore nodded. 

'Can we see?' Andromeda asks.

'Maybe another time.'

Well- give him here, Hagrid- we'd better get this over with.'

Dumbledore took Chloe and Harry in his arms and turned towards the Dursley's house.

'Could I- could I say goodbye to them, sir?' asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry first and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss, then doing the exact same to Chloe. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

'Shhh!' hissed Professor McGonagall. 'You'll wake the Muggles!'

'I mean I doubt it,' Arabella says. 'especially if the motorbike didn't in the first place.'

'S-s-sorry,' sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. 'But I c-c-can't stand it- Gwen and James dead- an' poor little Chloe and poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles-'

'Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found,' Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Chloe and Harry gently on the doorstep

'WHAT!' James and Gwendolyn erupted again, turning to Dumbledore angrily.

'You're leaving them on the doorstep?' Kimberly asked him, looking both parts angry and confused.

'What if there was foxes or something?' James asks. 

'Yeah, and the weatherman said earlier that it was going to rain!' Remus added. 'You're leaving them in the cold and the wet?'

,took two letters out of his cloak, tucked them inside either Chloe's or Harry's blankets and then came back to the other two. For a full minute, the three of them stood and looked at the two little bundles; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.

'Well,' said Dumbledore finally, 'that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations.'

'What you should be doing instead,' says Gwendolyn, angrily, 'is thinking about the fact that you left two BABIES on a doorstep!'

'Yeah,' said Hagrid in a very muffled voice. 'I'd best get this bike away. G'night, Professor McGonagall- Professor Dumbledore, sir.' Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself on to the motorbike and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night. 

'I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall,' said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply. 

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the two bundles of blankets on the step of number four. 

'Good luck, Chloe and Harry,' he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak he was gone.

'And leaving the two babies on the step,' Arabella said, rolling her eyes at the idea.

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Chloe and Harry Potter rolled over inside of their blankets without either of them waking up. Each baby had one small hand closed on the letters beside them and they both slept on, not knowing they were special, not knowing they were famous, not knowing that they would both be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, not that they would both spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by their cousin Dudley...

'He better not do anything to either of them!' James muttered.

...They couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: 'To Chloe and Harry Potter- the twins who lived!'

[ascendio-rp]

Death Eaters and neutrals wanted!

We currently have a cap on Order members and would ADORE a few more neutral and evil characters in the group. We accept original characters as long as they have a canon surname. Maybe you and a friend want to explore Crabbe or Goyle Sr.'s family dynamics. Death Eater in the war, the spouse is a socialite who maintains a "neutral" approach toward things while supporting their spouse or sibling. There are countless ways to do it and we would love to see a player or two pick one of them up! Bellatrix Lestrange, Igor Karkaroff, Corban Yaxley, Walden Macnair, and Augustus Rookwood are among our open Death Eaters, with our being happy to welcome a few OC's. We have Arthur Weasley, Gwenog Jones, Edgar Bones, Arabella Figg, Benjy Fenwick, Hestia Jones, Caradoc Dearborn, Amelia Bones, Otto Bagman, Daisy Hookum, Ludovic Bagman, and more available as neutrals with the potential to join either side once numbers even out a little. There's also a chance of having neutrals take on the Dark Mark as long as it is discussed with an admin when applying.

Currently set in January of 1983, our DISCORD group has a war looming over its head. We are an established roleplay that can be found HERE. A brief overview of what has happened in the group so far can be found HERE. Our most recent plot drop is HERE.

We are a FULLY ESTABLISHED group and have a welcoming crew of writers and admins who are more than happy to assist with getting your feet wet.

[raziroo]

Karma | The Marauders

[Chapter 5] Nothing More

Gulping slightly, Karma turned to her left, and lo and behold – there stood Sirius. But God, oh, God, what had they done to him? What did they do to the person she once lived and breathed for, the one who was all the life she had left? The Prince Charming in her fairytale, the Casanova of Hogwarts, Padfoot? What had Dumbledore done to him? His face had become gaunt and weak and exhausted to the point where you wouldn’t know he was Sirius Black, a man who once looked to be sculpted by the gods themselves. His eyes had sunken drastically, there were circles underneath his grey orbs; his cheekbones stood out against his face which wasn’t in the least bit attractive – they weren’t sharp as they were scary. His skin that he spent hours on was now full of spots and ridges he’d have been disgusted by; well, the past Sirius would have, at least. His body, just from afar, looked frail; his once precious, luscious, silky locks were matted as if they hadn’t been washed properly, just hastily combed through. His cheeks were hollowed, his forehead had lines – lines, oh, her Sirius would have never – his stubble was messy, and his eyes, those grey, no, that wouldn’t do them justice – the storm in his eyes had calmed down immensely, and not in a good way, no, not at all. All the glory of the ebony and the pearly sheen and shadows and ash and charcoal, which could be disrespectfully simplified to clouds and the rain and thunder, it was all gone, just… gone.

And that was why it hurt. Because this person who was standing before her – this was not her Sirius. It couldn’t be. This was a man who didn’t have a trace of the storm that were Sirius’ eyes. This was a man who’d bore the full weight of being wrongfully thrown in a cell in Azkaban. And she knew, she knew it was so selfish of her, so incredibly selfish to not accept him for what he was now, but how could she? Sirius and Remus – those two were the only parts of her life she didn’t burst into tears thinking about. Their images in her mind had become spotless, flawless, whilst everyone else’s had become this miserable remnant with tears and holes and spots she didn’t ever want to think about again. She’d be damned if she thought about them fondly.

But who was she to care? After all, Sirius wasn’t hers anymore, was he? All this talk about her Sirius doing this and her Sirius saying that and her Sirius, when the reality was that her Sirius had died – died along with Lily and James and Marlene and Regulus and all the others. Her Sirius was just a false hope she’d been clinging to all this time. A hope that when she’d come back, if she’d ever, he would be standing there with open arms and that warm and cheeky smirk and smug expression on his face saying ‘told you so’. That she’d act annoyed, hit him on the head and they’d go back to what they were; not the high school sweethearts, never. They weren’t the high school sweethearts – tat title was reserved for James and Lily. They were that couple; the one with a not-so-serious forbidden love that was more teasing than romantic; the heartbreakers, the rebels, the ones with family issues. The ones who you looked at and thought, them? But you looked closely and that furrow in your brow disappeared and you understood why it was them, why it was always meant to be. And sometimes the fantasies would extend so far that their friends would join them and voila! – Slytherins and Gryffindors bantering together, what a sight. But then the true nature of those words together – Slytherins and Gryffindors – would come seeping in, and the friendly teasing and chummy banter would turn to hostile duels and vicious sneers and disgusted scowls.

But that – the sneering and scowling and curses and jinxes – was what Karma liked to fondly look back at, now, fourteen years later, at thirty-three.

Mentally smacking herself across the face because she was just staring at Sirius and Sirius back at her and everyone else at both of them, the woman pressed her lips together, and managed in as curt a tone as she possibly could, ‘Sirius, nice to mee-’

Holy crap.

She squinted her eyes just a bit, going over the boy’s face once again. The same raven, nest-for-hair, the ditto tan skin, that replicated slightly-mad-slightly-confused look in his eyes for having been woken up in the middle of the night – but wait a second – his eyes weren’t hazel… they were… green. Lily’s green. Her eyes jumped to his forehead, and there it was – the infamous lightning scar. James would’ve envied it, if Karma was being honest, because it made this boy look kind of rad.

But on second thought, James wouldn’t’ve been jealous at all; he’d have been proud. After all, this was his son. Harry James Potter.

Getting over the initial shock because she was sure she looked dumb, Karma turned to Sirius once again. She’d be getting straight to the point this time.

‘Where’s Dumbledore?’

Sirius made a face. ‘Dumble… Why would Dumbledore be here? It’s the middle of the night, Karma.’

She suppressed an eyeroll. ‘I know that. I got a letter… about twenty letters, actually, inside the deepest crevices of my home saying that he wanted to see me. Dumbledore. So, do you have any idea where he might be, beca-’

‘Didn’t he give you any address?’

‘Well, I was just going to mention that before you cut me off. All the addresses he gave me were of here. I found it weird too, but it’s Dumbledore, so… what can you expect, really?’ she mumbled the last bit in frustration. The man had asked to speak with her, given her this address, and was now clearly not here. What was she supposed to do?

‘I… Karma, I really don’t know why he’d do that. None of us have any clue as to why he wished to meet you. None of us even knew that you were… that you were supposed to be coming here.’ A couple, who she assumed were Arthur and Molly, nodded in agreement.

Karma sighed. Why couldn’t Dumbledore behave like a normal human being? Yes, the man was wise and powerful beyond anyone she knew, but this was preposterous. She hadn’t apparated across the Earth at 6 o’clock in the morning just to be greeted by remnants of her past that she was coaxing herself to forget. Time flew past especially quickly, and she was sure that it’d been half an hour already. If her neighbours didn’t find her in the morning, who knew what could end up happening? And then there was-

‘Well, you’re welcome to come inside,’ Sirius offered with a hopeful smile. How could she resist?

. . . . .

‘Si- Siri…Sirius, hey, hey, listen,’ Karma breathed out, chest heaving as she panted for air.

‘What, what is it, love?’ She looked up to see the boy look at her with pure mischief, mixed with adoration in his eyes. She wanted to kiss him so bad.

‘…First of all, I’m not your “love”, okay?’

Sirius had this smug look on his face. His smirk was ever-present. ‘You sure ‘bout that, love?’

Karma growled slightly. A look of pleasant surprise crossed Sirius’ face, then he began laughing. ‘Ooh, she growls.’ He’d gotten closer to her face, impossibly closer. His shallow breaths were felt on her skin, and the look in his eyes had switched to something else completely, something that she didn’t have the wits right now to decipher. If only she just pushed a little closer, there lips would brush, and-

‘Pads! Padfoot, you there?’ They jumped apart impossibly quickly; pretty violently too, it seems, because Karma ended up slipping and falling among a heap of mucky cauldrons. Gross.

Sirius helped her up, and dusted her off. ‘…Pads?’ Sirius rolled his eyes.

‘Yes, James, it’s me, your dearest friend. Stop shouting please.’

‘Where are you, anyway?’ asked Karma with a frown.

‘Here!’

‘AHH!’ Karma jumped. James had poked out his head from the window she was standing in front of, her back facing it. Her and Sirius were serving detention in an abandoned classroom for ‘vandalism of school property’. As if. They’d been stuck scrubbing old cauldrons while the entire school was at Hogsmeade. Unfair, and impossibly so. The reason why Karma had been panting earlier on was because the two of them had engaged in quite an enthusiastic soap fight.

‘I came to rescue you-’

‘That doesn’t matter, you nitwit! You know McGonagall is already mad at you, you don’t want to make her angrier, do you? You’ve already gotten six detentions in the past four days, you both.’

‘Eh, since when did you become such a buzzkill?’

‘I’m not-!’

‘Love, Minnie loves us,’ said Sirius casually. ‘James, wand.’ James handed Sirius a wand – it was the former’s – and the latter whipped it about a bit, and boom! Cauldrons squeaky clean.

‘You have an extra broom?’

‘What d’you think?’ Both the boys grinned impishly at one another. Karma frowned.

‘Wait…if there’s one extra broom, then I’m sitting in front.’

‘Why, love, don’t you trust me?’ questioned Sirius.

‘Nope,’ she made the ‘p’ pop. Snatching the extra broom James was holding, Karma swiftly perched on it.

‘Well, Padfoot. Hop on.’

. . . . .

‘So, Karma,’ said Sirius as the woman took a seat on the couch, ‘would you like something? Tea, perhaps?’

She simply shook her head, missing the way Sirius’ face fell. The man’s godson didn’t.

‘Who are you? How do you know Sirius?’ asked he.

Sirius and Karma looked at each other.

‘We just happened to be attending Hogwarts at the same time, and had a mutual friend. Nothing more,’ said Karma.

Sirius nodded, a cold look suddenly overtaking his eyes.

‘Yes, Harry. Nothing more.’

[casasupernovas]

harry potter as fresh prince:

harry eating arabella figg's cake:

hagrid after the dursley's bad mouthed dumbledore:

albus dumbledore:

blaise zabini attending yet another one of his mother's weddings:

neville in potions:

snape at the yule ball:

cormac @ hermione

everyone @ barty crouch jr after his polyjuice potion ran out:

voldemort @ bellatrix lestrange

[littlejeanniebean]

Two Shots of Whiskey | Chapter 5: Sarsaparilla

Mrs. Figg remained seated, idling over her sarsaparilla.

"Was there something else?"

"Ye know Severus is back?" her beady, almost cat-like eyes bore into her skull.

She sighed, "I seen 'im."

"Ye seen 'im…" she repeated, nodding, "He's gon' be Malfoy's second in a fortnight."

"He… what?" Lily hadn't spoken to her old friend in years, but she thought he'd have more decency, more honor than that.

"That's what I heard anyway," said the lady, which would have appeased her had it come out of anyone else's mouth. The thing was, in all her years, Arabella Figg never heard wrong.

Read on Ao3 :)

A/N: There she was, the young-ish writer, all excited to write the highly anticipated duelling scene between the snobbish, rubbish, pale-ass gentry and the fiery girl of Irish parentage who had been bullied out of her accent in childhood. But her fingers went, “Nope! This is a western! It’s literally synonymous to slow burn! Postpone! Postpone!” So the writer sighed and promised herself the duel would indeed be written in the very next chapter, or so help her, she was going to eat Deputy Black’s hat!  - J xx

[centuriesrpg]

PERSONAJES CANON

Actualización personajes canon:

A

Avery, Richard

B

Longbottom, Alice

Black, Arcturus

Black, Alphard

Black, Andrómeda

Black, Bellatrix

Black, Cassiopea

Black, Cygnus

Black, Druella

Black, Marius

Black, Narcissa

Black, Orion

Black, Pollux

Black, Regulus

Black, Sirius

Black, Walburga

Bones, Amelia

Bones, Edgar

Burke, Caractacus

C

Carrow, Amycus

Crouch, Caspar

Crouch, Charis

Crouch, Bartemius

D

Diggory, Amos

Digle, Dedalus

Doge, Elphias

Dolohov, Antonin

Dumbledore, Albus

Dumbledore, Aberforth

E

Evans, Lily

Evans, Petunia

F

Fenwick, Benji

Figg, Arabella

Fletcher, Mundungus

Flitwick, Filius

G

Greengrass, Gareth

Greengrass, Keith

H

Hagrid, Rubeus

Hooch, Rolanda

K

Karkarov, Igor

L

Lestrange, Rabastan

Lestrange, Rodolphus

Lupin, Remus

Longbottom, Frank

Lovegood, Pandora

Lovegood Xenophilius

M

Malfoy, Lucius

McDonald, Mary

McGonagall, Minerva

McKinnon, Marlene

Meadowes, Dorcas

Minchum, Harold

Moody, Alastor

O

Ollivander, Garrick

P

Pettigrew, Peter

Prewett, Fabian

Prewett, Gideon

Prewett, Lancelot

Prewett, Mafalda

Prewett, Muriel

Podmore, Sturgis

Pomfrey, Poppy

Potter, James

Q

Quirrell, Quirinus

R

Riddle, Tom

Rosier, Evan

S

Shacklebolt, Kingsley

Sinistra, Aurora

Slughorn, Horace

Snape, Severus

Sprout, Pomona

T

Trelawney, Sybill

V

Vance, Emmeline

Vector, Septima

W

Weasley, Arthur

Weasley, Molly

Y

Yaxley, Corban

[dropsofnightshade]

Recapping Chapters 31 – 40

Arcturus reveals to Harry and Draco that the Blacks suffer from a genetic magical disease called Bloodbane. Harry meets Nymphadora “Dora” Tonks and the two hit it off. Dora talks to Harry about being a Metamorphmagi. Narcissa invites everyone to lunch at Malfoy Manor to properly welcome Ted Tonks into the clan. Harry and Sirius learn about Arcturus’ daughter Lucretia.

Sirius takes Harry to Diagon Alley. They discover a vault and a property under the name Peverell. The Head Goblin of Gringotts, Skarde, arrives. Harry has been identified as an eligible heir of the Peverell estate and Harry is the descendant of Morgan le Fay.

Harry is taken down to the vault. Core Crystals line the walls - they can store magic indefinitely and can be used to amplify spells. Skarde reveals only descendants of Morgana can enter. Sirius refuses to allow Harry to go in alone. They agree to wait until Harry is fifteen to enter the vault, or sooner if they can find another descendant of Morgana to accompany him. Skarde explains the Dark Lady Morgana had been a great friend to the goblin nation. Sirius tells Rosie and Gareth-they know nothing about the Peverell family, and suggest Sirius ask Lucius.

Emmeline and Sirius participate in an interview where they outline the loss of their friends during the war, and Dumbledore's involvement.

Remus meets Harry, and he shares he is a werewolf.

Arcturus talks to the portrait of his grandfather, Phineas Black. Phineas reveals Dumbledore asked he spy on Grimmauld Place. Arcturus asks Phineas in turn to spy on Dumbledore’s office.

Sirius and Emmeline visit Lady Longbottom. She is furious at Dumbledore. Sirius wants to speak with her privately so he invites her to visit Black Castle with Neville. She expresses concern Neville is a Squib, and Sirius offers the use of the Black Mirror Sphere to test him.

Dumbledore’s trial commences. Arabella Figg takes the stand, and it is revealed she knew Harry was being abused. Gareth is the final witness, and gives evidence under Veritaserum. He makes it clear there was no special protection around the house as Dumbledore claimed – a point that surprises Dumbledore, who did not understand how the dark magic worked.

Lady Longbottom arrives at Black Castle with Neville who is tested and is a light wizard. Sirius and Arcturus inform Lady Longbottom about the prophecy. Sirius also tells her about his involvement with getting the Lestranges’ cases reopened. She is furious, however she agrees to continue to allow Harry to be friends with her grandson.

Harry begins to spend equal time at Black Castle and the Greengrass home, as he grows more comfortable around Sirius and Arcturus.

Dumbledore’s trial ends with him being found guilty on two charges of child endangerment. He is fined 50,000 thousand Galleons and is politically cut off. The fate of his job as Headmaster is left in the hands of the Board of Governors, who fail to get enough votes to remove him. Dumbledore is placed on three years probation. Lucius shares this news with his wife, Sirius, Arcturus, Rosie and Gareth. Sirius and Arcturus use the opportunity to ask Lucius about the Peverell family. He does not know about the family, but offers to research for them.

Ezra’s research project begins. Their first session is unsuccessful, but it is only the starting line. Remus arrives to report on the latest Order meeting, and he meets Ezra. Remus reveals Dumbledore has his eyes on courting Kingsley Shacklebolt and the Tonks family to join the Order. Sirius invites Remus to spend Yule with them, but he is hesitant. The two discuss Sirius’ love life.

Harry meets Lucius Malfoy for the first time. While he and Draco are flying, Harry is nearly injured when the house elf Dobby tries to yank his broom, mistakenly thinking Harry’s dive was him being in danger. Harry convinces Draco not to tell his parents. Draco agrees to send Dobby off for more training.

After the boys come back inside, the rest of the guests arrive for lunch. Dora manages to convince everyone that she should be allowed to start teaching Harry to control his Metamorphmagi ability.

Arcturus and Sirius learn that Ted Tonks is a Healer at St Mungo’s, and specialises in magical diseases. He is researching a cure for Bloodbane, but needs blood samples from infected individuals. Aunt Cass tried to ask Cygnus to donate but he was uninterested. Arcturus suggests Narcissa ask the man instead. Aunt Cass points out they should consider the Weasleys too given their relation to the Blacks. Ted informs them Andromeda is in a mother’s club with Percival Weasley’s wife, which might be a good place to start.