#back to Hogwarts

[motherfuckingmaneater]

It’s time to go back home…

September 1st, back to Hogwarts.

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by kan li

[sparxyv]

i imagine that sebastian always had a love for the more dangerous spells - confringo being the first of many that he would teach himself and his friends 🫣

and look! mousey and sebastian getting along, what a rare sight!

[hogwartslegacypics]

The Sorting Ceremony on September 1st, 1890

Happy Hogwarts Day!!

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

day 13: draco’s slytherin attitude

pair: Draco Malfoy x reader

summary: Draco's blood purity beliefs get him into an argument with his girlfriend, y/n(she/her)

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You had always known Draco’s views on blood purity, even before you began dating. Growing up in a Muggle-born household meant you'd heard all about the Malfoys, their ancient bloodlines, and their disdain for those without magical heritage. But you never expected it to come between you—especially not now, when you’d spent so much time together, building something special.

It starts innocently enough, a casual conversation in the Slytherin common room. You’re talking about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and Draco’s tone is sharp as he dismisses them as another “weak half-blood who doesn’t deserve the position.” His words sting, and you can’t hide the flicker of hurt that crosses your face.

“Draco,” you start quietly, trying to keep the peace, “you don’t really believe that, do you?”

His eyes flash with annoyance. “Believe what?”

“That someone’s blood status makes them less capable. Less worthy.”

He sits up straighter, his posture rigid. “I’m just stating facts, Y/N. It’s the way things are. Blood matters.”

You feel the anger rising in your chest. “It shouldn’t. You know I’m Muggle-born, right? Or does that make me less to you too?”

Draco’s expression hardens, but there’s a flicker of something else beneath it—uncertainty, maybe even guilt. He doesn’t speak for a moment, and the silence between you grows heavy.

“You’re different,” he finally says, his voice softer now but no less certain. “You’re not like the others.”

“That’s not good enough, Draco,” you snap, standing up. “I won’t just accept that you think you're better than me—better than anyone—because of something as meaningless as blood.”

He stands too, his frustration evident. “It’s not meaningless! It’s tradition, it’s—” He breaks off, running a hand through his hair. “It’s what I’ve always known.”

“And maybe that’s the problem,” you reply, your voice shaking with emotion. “Maybe you need to realize that you’ve been wrong all along.”

For a moment, you think he’s going to fight back, throw out more sharp words, but instead, his shoulders slump. He looks at you, his eyes conflicted, torn between what he’s been taught and what he feels for you. You wonder if this is the moment he’ll finally change, if he’ll finally see that there’s more to the world than the narrow views he’s clung to for so long.

But you’re not sure if he’s ready yet. You don’t know if he ever will be.

“You’re asking me to forget everything,” Draco says quietly, almost pleading.

“I’m asking you to see people for who they really are,” you whisper. “To see me.”

Draco stares at you for a long moment, and you can see the battle raging inside him. You only hope that, in the end, love will outweigh the prejudices he’s carried for so long.

[doremimosasol]

Mattheo Riddle 𖥔 ࣪˖ ⊹₊ ⋆

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It’s become a tradition to stay over at the Weasleys just before the start of a new school year. This year was no different.

All was going well until a certain letter, addressed to you, fell into the wrong hands; Fred and George. They enjoyed nothing more than embarrassing you. And what’s more embarrassing than reading everything out loud during dinner?

It was when they read whom it was from, that room went completely silent. Mattheo Riddle.

You had intended to keep it a secret. Partly because you two hadn’t really put a name on your situation yet; you weren’t dating but you weren’t exactly casual either. Partly because of the fear for disapproval of hanging out with the Dark Lord’s son.

Especially Molly was disappointed, even that was an understatement; she was absolutely displeased with your relationship with the boy. So was the rest of the family.

As were Remus and Sirius who happened to stay over that day. All of them asking you to break ties immediately. They asked the rest to keep a close eye on you at school, so you wouldn’t break their rule.

And so you did. You ignored Mattheo’s advances to speak to you on the train, and acted like you didn’t hear him calling out to you in the hallways. He almost felt heartbroken. Did it all mean nothing?

It was when you were walking up the stairs of the Astronomy tower at night, he saw the opportunity to talk to you alone. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to a stop.

“Did you get my letter? Why won’t you talk to me? I don’t understand, {{user}}.” The look on his face sent a pang through your heart.

[ohwhpotter]

It’s time to go back home

[somewhere-at-the-burrow]

happy back to Hogwarts day !

[soraya-snape]

Just thought about how today 53 years ago Sev and Lily went to Hogwarts thinking it would open up all kinds of possibilities for them, but in the end it destroyed not only their friendship but also their lives.

[fleurdeladore]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ back to hogwarts !

happy september 1st to all witches and wizards ✶⋆.˚

[sothisart]

“Ever had an imaginary conversation with me?” He rested his chin on the other boy’s shoulder, murmuring the words into his ear.

“No!” Remus replied, shutting his eyes and swallowing as Sirius breathed onto his neck, “I only have imaginary conversations with sensible people.”

“Well,” Sirius leaned even closer, “Maybe that’s where you’re going wrong…” he began to kiss him, softly, just behind the earlobe. Moony squirmed, dropping his book, and Sirius felt a slow pulse of heat creeping through his blood at the stifled noise that Remus made.”

ATYD Sirius’s perspective by Rollercoasterroads

My late back to Hogwarts post 😎

[floridaboiler]

[cesqdarque]

Happy September 1st, everyone! 🖤✨

[captainsphinxart]

A conflicted 7th year Sebastian... Some angsty Seb content for you guys. Headcanon: As he grows older he starts to realize more what he did, he misses his sister, at the same time he still feels guilty of feeling love for MC and wanting to be happy when his sister suffers from her curse, and he also does not want to confess to MC because if they love him back he would not want them to be with a murderer, he believes they deserve better than him. Obviously if you have the emotional range of a teaspoon you wouldn't understand what he feels.

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Slytherin Aesthetic

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day 26: caught in the rain

pair: Fred Weasley x reader summary: Fred would make getting caught in the rain fun and flirtatious

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The sky had been clear when you and Fred left the castle, planning to spend a quiet afternoon by the Black Lake. But in true Hogwarts fashion, the weather shifted dramatically, and before you knew it, fat droplets of rain began falling from the sky. Within seconds, you were both drenched.

“Oh no, we’re doomed!” Fred laughed, holding his arms out wide, spinning in place like a child. His hair clung to his forehead, water dripping down his face, but the mischievous glint in his eyes was brighter than ever.

“Fred, we’re soaking wet!” you said, trying to shield yourself from the downpour by pulling your cloak over your head, though it didn’t do much good.

“Isn’t it brilliant?” He grinned, stepping closer until he was right in front of you, his laughter contagious. “Come on, love. It’s just a bit of water!”

Before you could respond, Fred grabbed your hands, twirling you around with him in the rain. You couldn’t help but laugh as he spun you faster, the rain coming down harder now, but Fred didn’t seem to care.

“See?” he said, pulling you close with that playful smirk of his, your bodies nearly pressed together. “This isn’t so bad, is it?”

You shook your head, still laughing, but your breath caught as Fred’s eyes softened, his gaze dropping to your lips. The playful teasing melted into something warmer, more intimate. He gently tucked a wet strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“You’re freezing,” he murmured, his voice suddenly quiet.

“And whose fault is that?” you teased, shivering as the wind picked up.

Fred let out a soft chuckle, his arms wrapping around you in one swift motion. “Well, I suppose it’s only fair I help warm you up then, isn’t it?”

His embrace was warm despite the chill in the air, and as he held you, the rain didn’t feel so cold anymore.