#c; molly weasley ii

[ace-of-garlic-breads]

hp next gen au info (in age order until after Louis)

James, Albus & Lily=Hinny kids

Victoire, Dominique & Louis = Bleur kids

Roxanne & Freddie = George x Angelina kids

Molly & Lucy = Perciver kids

Rose & Hugo = Romionie kids

Frank & Alice = Nannah kids

Lorcan & Lysander = Luna x Rolf kids

[breaniebree]

Kismet Characters & Family Trees Part Eight:

Charlie Weasley (12 December 1972) GRYFFINDOR bf. Lee Jordan (1978) GRYFFINDOR (officially since end of 2010): 1. Aydin Dora Weasley (1 December 1996) GRYFFINDOR m. Leo Black (31 December 1996) SLYTHERIN (2019): a) Colten Raleigh Black (4 March 2020) SLYTHERIN m. Florencia Fazio NA (2022) (2045): i) Misha Black (2049) HUFFLEPUFF ii) Leonardo Black (2051) GRYFFINDOR  iii) Raleigh Black (2053) RAVENCLAW b) Bram Charles Black (27 August 2022) GRYFFINDOR m. Rebecca Higgins (2028) HUFFLEPUFF (2051): i) Zoe Black (2054) HUFFLEPUFF ii) Cadence Black (2057) GRYFFINDOR c) Jordan Arthur Black (6 February 2024) GRYFFINDOR m. Jaya Mukherjee (2022) RAVENCLAW (2055): i) Ari Black (2058) RAVENCLAW d) Jackson Sirius Black (22 October 2026) GRYFFINDOR m. Deanna Finnigan (31 January 2026) HUFFLEPUFF (2055): i) Norah Edwina Black (2060) HUFFLEPUFF e) Zayn Harry Black (4 November 2029) GRYFFINDOR m. Nari Chung (2028) SLYTHERIN (2052): i) Dal-Rae Black (2054) RAVENCLAW ii) Ayla Black (2057) GRYFFINDOR iii) Hana Black (2060) HUFFLEPUFF f) Nova Molly Black (3 June 2033) RAVENCLAW m. Nick Buckingham (2028) GRYFFINDOR (2057): i) Maverick Buckingham (2059) GRYFFINDOR ii) Micah Buckingham (2061) RAVENCLAW g) Nevra Charlotte Black (3 June 2033) GRYFFINDOR m. Wyatt Williams (2025) GRYFFINDOR (2054): i) Walker Williams (2059) SLYTHERIN ii) Wilder Williams (2061) GRYFFINDOR

Sirius Black (3 November 1959) GRYFFINDOR m. Zahira Zacarias (7 April 1964) NA (1999): 1. Harry Potter (31 July 1980) GRYFFINDOR m. Ginevra Weasley (11 August 1981) GRYFFINDOR (2000): i) James “Jamie” Sirius Potter GRYFFINDOR (5 April 2004) m. Hadley Grace Pritchard (2005) RAVENCLAW (2029): a) Rhysand James Potter (28 May 2032) GRYFFINDOR b) Emerson Fleamont Potter (11 March 2035) GRYFFINDOR c) Flynn Harry Potter (2 July 2037) GRYFFINDOR d) Grace Ginevra Potter (18 December 2040) GRYFFINDOR ii) Albus “Alby” Fleamont Potter (1 June 2006) SLYTHERIN m. Scorpius Malfoy (6 January 2006) SLYTHERIN (2031): a) Lyra Astoria Malfoy (1 June 2037) RAVENCLAW b) Celeste Ginevra Malfoy (5 March 2039) RAVENCLAW c) Archer Kai Malfoy (6 July 2044) SLYTHERIN iii) Lily Luna Potter (3 November 2007) GRYFFINDOR m. Oakley Wood (8 January 2007) GRYFFINDOR (2028): a) Nash Oliver Wood (31 July 2030) GRYFFINDOR m. Nixie Sparks (2032) RAVENCLAW (2058): aa) Sirius Harry Wood (25 December 2061) GRYFFINDOR bb) Remus Oakley Wood (25 December 2061) GRYFFINDOR b) Noah Harry Wood (31 July 2030) GRYFFINDOR  c) Magnolia “Lia” Katherine Wood (2 May 2033) RAVENCLAW d) Zinnia “Zin” Ginevra Wood (11 August 2035) HUFFLEPUFF  e) Zahira “Zee” Sorcha Wood (11 August 2035) HUFFLEPUFF iv) Cedrella “Ella” Theodora Potter (21 October 2010) SLYTHERIN m. Spencer Kane-Nott (3 July 2010) SLYTHERIN (2036): a) Logan Theodore Kane-Nott (23 March 2040) GRYFFINDOR b) Zeke Harry Kane-Nott (21 January 2042) SLYTHERIN  c) Nolan Everett Kane-Nott (11 November 2044) RAVENCLAW d) Westley Sebastian Kane-Nott (9 December 2046) GRYFFINDOR v) Everett Arthur Potter (21 October 2010) RAVENCLAW m. Xara Scamander (13 September 2016) RAVENCLAW (2039): a) Hazel Ella Potter (2 September 2040) HUFFLEPUFF  b) Galina Xara Potter (28 April 2042) RAVENCLAW  c) Landon Everett Potter (19 June 2044) GRYFFINDOR d) Waverly Luna Potter (7 February 2046) RAVENCLAW vi) Genevieve “Evie” Zahira Potter (9 May 2012) HUFFLEPUFF m. Christian Lyon (2008) RAVENCLAW (2033):a) Leif Christian Lyon (1 October 2035) GRYFFINDOR b) Autumn Ella Lyon (21 September 2038) HUFFLEPUFF c) Winter Willow Lyon (21 December 2041) RAVENCLAW d) Summer Lily Lyon (21 June 2043) GRYFFINDOR e) Spring Rose Lyon (21 March 2047) HUFFLEPUFF vii) Henry Remus Potter (31 July 2020) GRYFFINDOR m. Daniella Zabini (7 July 2018) RAVENCLAW (2049): a) Cameron Blaise Potter (1 January 2052) GRYFFINDOR b) Aidan Hunter Potter (23 July 2055) GRYFFINDOR  c) Jameson Henry Potter (14 March 2058) GRYFFINDOR  d) Emilia Ginevra Potter (17 August 2060) RAVENCLAW viii) Hunter Colten Potter (31 July 2020) GRYFFINDOR m. Sloane Hart (2023) GRYFFINDOR (2046): a) Simon Hunter Potter (14 February 2049) RAVENCLAW b) Shay Cedrella Potter (14 February 2049) HUFFLEPUFF  c) Colin Fleamont Potter (7 March 2053) GRYFFINDOR  d) Beckett James Potter (19 June 2055) HUFFLEPUFF  e) Parker Harry Potter (24 September 2059) SLYTHERIN f) Noelle Ginevra Potter (25 December 2061) GRYFFINDOR 2. Minerva “Mina” Euphemia Magnolia Black (31 December 1996) GRYFFINDOR  m. Grayson Goyle (28 September 1997) HUFFLEPUFF (2017): a) Zelena Minerva Goyle (26 December 2019) GRYFFINDOR m. Katerina Baxter (7 March 2015) GRYFFINDOR (2040): i) Erica Goyle-Baxter (2043) GRYFFINDOR ii) Antonia Goyle-Baxter (2043) HUFFLEPUFF b) Ariel Sorcha Goyle (3 April, 2021) HUFFLEPUFF m. Philip Davenport (2017) RAVENCLAW  (2047): i) Siri Davenport (2049) SLYTHERIN ii) Gregory Davenport (2051) RAVENCLAW c) Helia Marguerite Goyle (14 February 2023) RAVENCLAW m. Henry Rawlings (2008) RAVENCLAW (2048): i) Julius Rawlings (2052) RAVENCLAW d) Orion Sirius Goyle (6 September 2025) SLYTHERIN 3. Leonardo “Leo” Mikhail Sirius Black (31 December 1996) SLYTHERIN  m. Aydin Weasley (1 December 1996) GRYFFINDOR (2018):(re above)

Thanks to @ellieoryan7447 for taking the time and effort to create these.

[moodyparis]

date: november 1st, 2029

where: st. mungo’s hospital [ft molly weasley ii @strvngemagics​]

there’s a knot in her neck from the weight of heaving molly’s limp form around, and from the stiff, unyielding chair she fell asleep on. paris moody is not the kind of woman who falls asleep in hospital chairs. she is not the kind of person who saves another’s life, not when the situation would put her at risk. but she’s done both those things, now, in the space of just a few hours. remember it’ll be worth it, she reminds herself to cool down. you saved a weasley’s life. that’ll be worth something, in the months to come. she left the room only when the family arrived. she knew them all from childhood. she wonders, with the hint of a smirk, if they’d be disappointed in her now. disappointed in her lack of desire to fight. it’s pragmatic, she might tell them. my family lost so much skin. why should we lose more? the sight of molly crumpled, the sight of her in the hospital bed, future uncertain - life uncertain - solidifies that. but it also makes paris wonder who she might have been, had she chosen a different path.

she’s back in the room, now, leaned up against a window, staring at her nails. she doesn’t dare look at the bed again. “you’d better wake up soon, sweetheart. work’s going to be a shit show, and i’d really love a shower before i get there.”

[illegitimes]

festival, ft. molly weasley ii @pumpkinjuicc​

paris lost count of the amount of fire-proofing charms she’s used days ago. it had been a choice between dealing with small, mostly harmless, mostly annoying creatures and people from america, and dragons. of course she’d gone with the exciting choice. there was so little else exciting in her work now. but the smell of smoke had begun to grate on her, and keeping her clothes from being turned to cinders became exhausting very quickly. at least she didn’t actually have to mind the creatures the whole time: everything was set up, now. the mundanity of running the show could be left to someone else. she spares one last appraising glance at the charity booth, satisfies herself that it looks good, that it’ll work, that the workers from the dragon reservation know what they’re doing, and turns away, towards the rest of the festival. “you know,” she says almost immediately, recognising the nearby dark-haired girl quick as a flash, “i really thought there’d be more to this assignment than just ducking out of the way of fire-breath. maybe dealing with a bunch of americans would’ve been worth it. though i haven’t actually ridden one, yet. i imagine you’ll be lining up soon enough - your lot’s pretty well known for being adrenaline junkies, if i remember correctly.”​

[boxofbadaddiction]

The Missing Piece

Fred Weasley x Reader

George Weasley x Reader(Platonic)

All I Wanna Do Continuation

Warnings: Swearing. Angsty.

A/N: I know this was only meant to be a two part series...but I'm hopeless. So I present to you; Part II of (?)

It had been a couple days since y/n ran into George in Diagon Alley, revealing the hardest of truths to her long time friend. That being of her secret child to one Fred Weasley, conceived only the day before his death. The one whom she kept secret from her whole old life in London, after running from it. Marcos was the Weasley no one knew existed.

It had been more than difficult when George discovered the truth, seeing a young Fred with peircing y/e/c eyes barrell towards the two adults during a casual conversation between old friends. It'd hurt George more than he thought it were possible to hurt, no injuries sting ever coming close to the one he felt that day. However, after a night spent bonding with his newly discovered nephew and multiple nights of y/n explaining everything to him. From the night before the battle; which involved a little too much information in Georges opinion, to the day they accidentally crossed paths, he'd found a way to forgive her.

He'd been so angry in the beginning but now that they'd spoke and he saw her side none of that mattered. He couldn't stay mad. Not really.

It turns out though that y/n and Marcos had been staying in a small Muggle Inn as y/n searched for a place to relocate whilst Marcos reddied to begin his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Something which George refused to stand for, and so that's how for the past 4 days the two had been living happily above the store of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, number 93 Diagon Alley.

George hadn't been happier in so long, to have someone else living within the flat with him. To have someone to come home to. A family no less. Y/n felt the same way. But that didn't mean the dread of letting the rest of the Weasley family in on her dirty little secret were any less prominent in her life. Even George had to admit he was nervous as to how they'd react.

Of course since Marcos had learned of the additional family members, he were yet to meet, he'd been pestering the pair as to when he'd finally get to see them. So, often y/n and George found themselves up late planning the right way to go about it.

They'd decided on a meal at the Burrow with the entire clan present. No exceptions - meaning Dragon Boy himself, as well as the Workaholic. They'd worked out all the kinks through countless Owls flown tirelessly back and forth and it was settled.

Tomorrow at 5pm, the three (two as the family expected) were to arrive via the Floo network, in accordance with the fact Marcos had never travelled by Floo before and was eager to experience it. Though if you asked Mr and Mrs Weasley the reasoning, they'd say the pair simply preferred that way.

At 4:52pm, the day of, Marcos could be found waiting eagerly and very impatient by the fireplace of the Twins flat. "Come ooooon, Mum!" He whined staring to his uncle and mother fussing over whatever he-knows-not, whispering seriously to one another by the kitchen counter. "In a moment, bud." George answered, receiving a huff in response.

George had his hands placed firmly on y/ns arms to steady her as he spoke sternly, eyes fixed directly onto hers. "Everything is going to be okay. I'll be with you the whole time. They're going to love him." "It's not him I'm worried about." Y/n croaked, voice thickly laced with emotion, "I know this is what's right and he'll fit in perfectly, that they'll love him unconditionally. But what of me George, I kept him from all of you. How could they ever look at me again. Let me in that house again. I know it sounds selfish but I'm not worried for him at all. Because it's what's right. But just because it's the right thing to do doesn't mean it makes this whole mess any easier. There wouldn't even be a mess if it weren't for me." Y/ns head dropped, picking at her nails in attempt to distract herself from the burning that set in behind her eyes and in her throat.

"Hey." Lifting a delicate finger to the underside of her chin, George pulled y/n's attention back to him, "You did what you thought was best for you at the time. What you did wasn't easy and I understand it now, just like they will. Once you explain and they meet him...there's no way they can stand against you. Okay? It's going to be okay." The whites of y/n's eyes burned red as she held back the tears which were ready to spill. All it took was a nudge, in the form of a tight comforting George Weasley style hug, to knock them over the edge.

"Can't you hug when we get there?" Marcos groaned, rolling his eyes in frustration this causing his Uncle chuckle. Y/n pulled back and looked to the clock on the wall, 4:59pm. Wiping the few stray tears still running down her cheeks she stepped toward her son. "Sorry sweety." She smiled sadly, fixing his hair. "Why are you crying?" her son asked simply. "It's just...it's just been a very long time since I've seen any of these people. It's got me a tad emotional. Don't worry, we can go now." "ALRIGHT!" The boy yelled excitedly, jumping into the large fireplace. George placed a hand to y/ns back, guiding her in next to Marcos as he grabbed a handful of powder and stood to the boys other side.

"Everyone ready?" George spoke with a wide-eyed, unnerved expression to y/n, "ready!" Marcos bounced on the balls of his feet excitedly while his mother, unknownst to him, offered back a grimace and shrug. "Yeah that seems about right" George spoke more to himself. Looking back out over his living room tight-lipped he grasped the boys shoulder, "The Burrow." He dropped the glittering dust in a swift motion and the three were quickly engulfed in vivid green flame. Here goes nothing.

This dinner would be the first time everyone had been together in years. Since the war if you were to include y/n in the family head count, which Molly did. So as you can imagine she had been fussing over every nanodetail to ensure the whole night went perfectly.

"Molly dear, you must try to relax. You've out done yourself, everything looks splendid and they'll love it." Arthur assured his wife, with a light kiss to her cheek. "I just haven't seen her in so long, not since...well-"

Y/n and Molly had shared such a close bond as she grew up alongside the Twins. The sort of connection Mothers dream of having with their daughters. Y/n came to her about absolutely everything; classes, grades, bullies, boys. There was nothing the two couldn't talk about. So when y/n disappeared after the War, well to Molly it were as if she'd lost another part of her family: the pain she felt neared that of losing another child. That day Molly Weasley very well lost a piece of herself.

It was no wonder her emotions were currently running ragged at the thought of finally seeing her again.

"I have so missed her." "As I'm sure she has you but that is no need to overwork yourself dear, come sit in the lounge." Arthur directed his Wife back from the kitchen to where the rest of their family were gathered.

"Jeez mum, wish you loved us that much." Charlie joked over his mother's flustered form. "It's just y/n" Ron groaned. "The house looks lovely, Molly. But Arthur is right. You must relax." Fluer spoke from her place beside Bill. Though she appreciated the sentiment, their words did little to soothe her excitement and nervousness over tonight. "I know, I'm sorry everyone I'm just so excited to have her back. It's been so long after all." Arthur had his arm placed over her shoulders, stoking her arm contently as she stared to the clock on the wall. 4:52pm.

The group fell into comfortable conversation as they awaited the final two guests, all far more excited to see y/n than they'd care to admit aloud. This would be the first time any of them had seen her in over a decade.

A loud crash and a flash of green from the kitchen alerted the family huddled within the lounge just as the clock struck 5:00pm.

"Oh! They're here!" Molly spoke excitedly. George was the first to step out of the fireplace, ruffling his hair to rid the ash which coated it's ends: appearing like smoke from a flame as it hung from the ginger locks. The family moved quickly from the room, essentially jumping from their seats, to come greet them, however they were suddenly halted.

"Before you all swarm us!" George declared with palms raised towards the group, "there's a little uh-...announcement to be shared first. Or rather an introduction. You see we've brought someone with us." He looked back over his shoulder to y/n who was staring up at him with scared eyes as she trembled slightly in fear of what was to come. She glanced back to her son, hidden by the corner of the large stone wall of the fireplace before looking back up to George as if to say 'it's now or never'. "Just...try to have an open mind." His eyes were pleading for his family to understand even if they hadn't the foggiest what was going on. All their faces contorted as they looked between one another in confused anticipation.

George lowered his hands with a nod satisfied no one was going to tackle them in a crushing embrace or otherwise hectic greeting typical to that of the Wealsey family. Turning to the side so he no longer stood infront of y/n and the wall of the fireplace he encouraged his friend to continue. Y/ns eyes barely left George, aside from a quick nervous flick back over the gathered audience.

Turning back determinedly she reached her arms out for Marcos to hold, helping support him as he stepped down from the slightly elevated floor. There's a kind smile on his face as he moves toward the sitting room where the family is waiting. George places an arm on the back of Marcos nudging him forward slightly, with a nod to y/n, who is staring teary-eyed at him, breath hitching as she starts to panic. "Everyone..." he turns back to his family, "this is y/ns Son, Marcos." "Hello" he says simply with a warm smile.

Everyone looks like they've seen a ghost. Staring silently with mouths agape.

Though covered head to toe in soot his firey red hair sticks out like a Dragon in a flower patch. The Weasley hair. Not just that, it's his face. His entire body. His voice. It's everything but his eyes.

Marcos is quickly becoming uncomfortable as everyone just stares at him, this wasn't what he'd expected. He looks back over his shoulder to his mother. She steps forward and grabs his hand, placing her other on his shoulder, looking to George for strength as she speaks quietly, "I know I have a lot of explaining to do" she swallows hard looking back to the pale faced Weasleys, "but this has been too long coming and it couldn't wait any longer. If George's reaction is anything to go by I know you all have quite a few words to say to me. And I'll hear them all. I deserve it for what I've done."

Marcos looks up to his mother confused, what had she done? For all he knew they hadn't met simply because they lived in different countries. That's no reason why she'd be in trouble is it? He looks back around the room then to George who smiles warmly to him in reassurance. "Sorry isn't enough I know, but I am. Truly. It's time though, Marcos needs you. He needs his family."

No one says anything. Though all silent there's a mixture of strained emotions held within the room. Many teary eyes. Some white knuckles and poorly hidden anger. But mostly it's shock.

Bill's looking around his family, worried, someone needs to say something. They can't just stand there any longer gawping. Dropping Fluers hold he walks forward, heads turn at his sudden movement. He squats infront of Marcos smiling as he shakes his nephews hand with both of his "It's nice to meet you Marcos. I'm Bill," he turns slightly on the spot to point towards his partner, "that's Fluer, my wife." She offers a small smile and wave, then Bill turns back to face him "I'm the eldest of your uncles." He states proudly, "And the coolest" he winks speaking the final line in a whisper. Marcos smiles, whispering back "But Uncle George said that he's the coolest" "yeah don't listen to him, or any of the others - there'll be a lot of that going around." Bill chuckles.

Marcos starts to relax at his uncles attempt in conversation. Y/n and George smile sweetly to one another but with nerves still evident in their expressions. "How did you get your scars?" Marcos asks abruptly. "Marc-" y/n warns, "ah, now THAT is a pretty awesome story" Bill grabs both his hands in his once more, bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet etching ever closer to his nephew as he readies to tell the story, "you see there was this fight, at Hogwarts, before the War where I was up against this Werewolf-"

"Alright, alright, Bill, don't hog the boy with your boring old Greyback story." Another redhead interrupted, walking forward from the group to push his brother to the side, Marcs face contorted in confusion, brows furrowing and head falling to the side. Did he just say his story, with a werewolf, was boring!?

"I'm Charlie" the man knelt before the boy smiling widely "and I am by far cooler than these ones don't listen to them." "How are you cooler?" Marc asked "I work with Dragons." He widened his eyes in mock surprise before smiling again. "REALLY!? DRAGONS!?" Marc lit up like a Christmas tree. Charlie turned his head over his shoulder with a smug shit-eating grin on his face as he taunted his siblings for the reaction he'd elicited from such a simple statement. "Yep. Dragons." "Do you have one!? Can I see it!? Are they really as dangerous as everyone says?" Marc was firing questions at him quicker than his breath could carry, his enthusiasm endearing and contagious as the rest of the family made their way to make their introductions.

"Move it Charlie" stated a firey haired young girl "Merlins bollock!" "Marcos, Language!" Y/n warned but her son paid no mind to the woman too engrossed in the individual before him. "I know you! You play for the Hollyhead Harpies!" It was Ginnys turn to grin smugly to her brothers as they were pushed to the side. "It's lovely to meet you Marcos." She hugged him warmly. George and y/n stepped back a couple paces to allow the family more room for introductions.

Y/n was quietly crying as George had his arm placed securely around her back listening along to the excited conversation of everyone present, her son in particular, each time he was met with a new face. Until it seemed to reach a peak.

"YOU'RE HARRY POTTER!" "There it is." George whispered amusedly in y/ns ear. "The one and only." Harry smiled, "I must say, you look so much like your father. Except the eyes of course you've got-" "-my mothers eyes. Yes. So people keep telling me." Marc nodded with thin lips, this being maybe the hundredth time he'd been told so. "Sorry, trust me, I know that line gets a bit old." Harry smiled to himself.

Y/n was wrapped up in the various pieces of conversation that met her ears as more introductions were made. She always felt something had been missing from her life, she assumed it were simply Fred. She was wrong. This is what she was missing. They were missing from her.

They were her missing piece.

"Hello, my boy, I'm Arthur - your grandfather it'd appear" he stated warmly very much liking the sound of that. "What do you do?" His grandson asked curiously. "I work with the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts in the Ministry. Tell me..." Arthur began in a firm murmur, "do you know how exactly a 'microwave' works? I've been told it is a box which produces heat a-" "Daaaad not now!" Ron had grumbled. "I'm Ron. I'm an Auror with the Ministry" "like Mr Potter?" "Exactly." "Wicked".

"Greetings, Marcos. I'm Percy" came the next, posh, voice. "Hello, what do you do?" "I work within the Ministry-" Percy began before being interrupted by a sarcastic voice, "yeah don't worry about that one, Mate. Percy is in no running for the favourite uncle." George had spoke loudly causing a wave of chuckles to issue through the room.

Everyone was so warm and inviting and excited, it made y/ns heart swell. Hand placed to her chest as the other muffled her quiet gasps as joyful tears fell from her eyes. It was perfect, until she noticed something.

Where was Molly? Her eyes scanned the room, she was here not a moment ago where had she...

George noticed her shifting gaze and tensed posture. "Something the matter?" He whispered before his own eyes scanned the crowd of people. She needn't say a word as realisation struck swiftly, causing him to straighten himself. Dread flooded his body. "Don't fret, love" he whispered once again, gently rubbing her shoulder blades before taking a step towards Charlie - the closest member of his family - tugging on his shirt sleeve. Charlie leaned himself back towards his brother, eyes not leaving Marcos, nor the smile leaving his face. "Where's mum?" George asked. Charlie shrugged in response with a slight shake of his head "no idea".

Worry set in across Georges face, caught by Ginny across the room, whose head fell to the side as she silently asked the question, mouthing a simple "what?" To this George mouthed back "Mum?"

Her gaze quickly fixed to the room, brows furrowing as she noticed her mother's absence. Ginny looked back to George, shrugging she mouthed "up stairs?" George grimaced. It wasn't like his Mother simply to disappear. He certainly hadn't expected such a reaction. Given the circumstances, she should have been the first greeting him. With a suffocating hug and some offer of food.

"One sec" Ginny mouthed, holding up a finger while she quietly ascended the Burrows staircase in search of Molly.

George placed a firm hold around y/n again as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Ginny returned a few minutes later, arms wide with a shake of her head to let him know her search came up empty. George nodded a thank you, turning his head over his shoulder toward the kitchen. Empty. But the door...the door wasn't latched.

With a final squeeze to y/ns shoulder and a light comforting kiss to the top of her hair line he left her side for the first time since they'd arrived.

Y/ns arms wrapped around her body feeling far too vulnerable in the moment without George by her side. But she knew he had to be the one to find her.

Charlie's attention had been turned to the pair as he noticed Ginnys shrug in their direction. Looking just in time to see George walk towards the door as y/n tensed, insecurities and anxiety setting in.

He was unsure how to react. On the one hand he was ecstatic to discover he had a Nephew, one which oozed confidence and joy. One exactly like the Brother he'd lost. He fit like a puzzle piece into their lives, filling a hole they thought would never be filled. Though the cracks were still there, and he could never truly replace Fred - not that they'd want or expect him to, Marcos was the missing piece they needed in their lives. More than any of them probably realised.

On the other hand, however, Charlie was angry. Worse than angry. He was full-fledged fucking furious. Not an emotion usually acquainted with Charlie Weasley, the most carefree and open minded Weasley in the clan. To think someone he considered a friend, no. family. For years could just up and disappear from their lives, hiding this boy from them, this part of their family from them for more than a decade...it was a thought that made him sick. Feeling his throat close over and stomach turn at the disgusting lie he'd been unknowingly living. Talk about hard pills to swallow. Could he look past this?

Staring at the girl infront of him he did what he's always done. He began to reason. As painful as this is he knows there's two sides to every story and lashing out in anger is not going to solve anything. So he looks at it from her perspective; she'd just lost the man she loved. Perhaps she didn't know at the time she was pregnant? After that she ran, he remembered the last time he saw her. She'd broke down saying she can't stay in England any more, he'd thought it was just the emotions talking but she was gone days later, once everyone who'd died were buried. So she ran, and found out she was pregnant. She was alone and grieving and terrified. Still he couldn't see why she didn't think she could come to them. That was beyond even his reasoning, he assumed she'd explain all of this in due time. Until then what she really needed was for them to be there for her.

So, swallowing all those festering venomous thoughts he stepped toward her. Placing a tentative hand to her shoulder with a brief half smile. She looked to him defeated, his name falling from her lips in a sigh the beginning of an apology followed as she trembled before him. He silenced her with a shake of his head, wrapping her within his arms in a hug to let her know everything would be okay. "We're here for you" he whispered simply.

As George stepped out of the house in search of his Mother, eyes squinting as they adjusted to the bright unfiltered sunlight beating down overhead, he scanned the hills and the veggie patch - where she wasn't. Walking slowly he headed for the back garden - where she was.

Sitting with her back to him on their concret garden bench, her posture was stiffly straight but her head hung low. The light sniffle of her nose told him everything he needed to know about her current emotional state. He had been fully prepared to find her seething with anger, afterall she had never been afraid to cry infront of the family before but anger was something she rarely liked to broadcast. Unless of course a scolding was in order for her children's bad behaviour. But here she was crying.

He placed a gentle hand to her shoulder unable to think of the words to make his presence known. She jumped at the touch before placing a hand atop his own. "Mum?" He asked hesitantly, she didn't speak, only wiped the fresh tears which had fallen from her eyes with the corner of her appron. George moved to sit next to her, hand not leaving her shoulder. He patiently waited for her to speak knowing it best not to force any conversation.

His eyes travelled over her face; eyes puffy and red, lip trembling slightly. Then down to her hands which both now played tensely with her frayed appron ending. He always hated to see his mother so upset, usually he had a joke to crack making her smile but since Fred he had trouble 'picking up the slack', as it were. Never able to break an awkward silence the way Fred had. He needed that first line from another to prompt any sort of sarcastic or witty remark. Hate to admit it but he were a tad envious of his twin in that respect.

After several long minutes Molly spoke. "Oh, George..." she sobbed defeatedly. His attention was immediately back on her face, waiting for her next strangled set of words. "He-he...he's..." "he's not mine." George nudged playfully in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere but it comes out a tad sad in his opinion.

"He's so much like him. Exactly like him if not for the..." "eyes." George spoke, smiling fondly at the thought, "he has his mother's eyes." Molly faced him finally, "Why'd you leave?" He questioned. Gingerly running a hand through the hair above her sons scar she replied sadly "It was just too hard." And more tears fell.

"It's hard for all of us Mum, I know it's a lot and this would be the last thing you'd ever expect to come from the fireplace but it's what came. And through all the bad and confusing you need to see the good. You have a Grandchild. Your first. What you've always wanted." "But George, it's not-he..." "he looks exactly like Fred, sounds exactly like Fred and acts exactly like Fred. But he's not, I know. He's not Fred. But he's a piece of him. More than what we had." Molly was shaking with tears now as George spoke with her. A similar burning taking root behind his eyes, but he had to hold strong. The family needed that right now. "I know it's hard, believe me when I found out I-well...let's just say some bystanders were scared they were about to witness a murder" he chuckled. "I'd never been so angry. But y/n explained everything. She talked me through it and she'll do that with you. With everyone. You just have to give her the chance."

Molly scoffed slightly as she let out a long breath. Looking up to her son her heart swelled to think she was able to raise such a strong, passionate and caring young man. She'd never been prouder of him. Seeing how, through everything; the war, losing Fred, finding out the truth about Marcos. How he managed to stay that compassionate and loving young man she always knew...it was beyond her how he could do that.

She'd lost so much during the wars. In the first she lost her brothers, and countless friends, then she lost a son to the second. When had she lost herself along the way? It was then she knew she needed to be the mother he deserved. That they all deserved, stronger than she had been before. She had to be with her family now. The family which just grew by a member. "What do you say, Ma, Ready to meet your Grandson? Cause you know I've been telling him all about how his Grandmother is the world's best cook. Don't know how much longer he's going to be able to wait for one of your homemade apple pies I've been telling him so much about."

Molly began to smile through her light tears before her face dropped completely. "Oh no!" She'd near shouted placing hands to her mouth, jumping from her place on the bench and startling George in the process. "I didn't cook any apple pies! I didn't think to! Usually we only eat those on very special occasions and- well, yes of course this is the most special occasion...but I had no idea!" Molly paced back and forth fussing over the fact she had no pies prepared "oh, George, you don't suppose he'll be too disappointed do you? I'm sure I can whip up a batch before dinner. Oohh but I haven't any apples! I'll have to run to the store".

George sat smiling fondly as his mother twidled her fingers together stressfully. It was endearing he thought, how quickly her priorities change. It wasn't till she started running her hands through her hair and down her appron he knew she needed to be calmed down.

He stood, placing both hands to her elbows to stop her pacing, looking down to her with a grin "Mum...relax." "oh George but the pies!" "MUM! How bout, first things first...you meet the boy." Silent laughter radiated through his chest as her eyes flew open "oh of course! How could I be so selfish! Do I look okay? I don't want to come across as some nutter" "doesn't matter how you look, you'll ways be a nutter." Molly smacked her son's arm as he laughed.

Slowly the two made their way back inside, his arm tight around her shoulder. He found it concerning at how slow she were walking but knew this was a difficult situation.

As the kitchen door swung open all eyes fell to the pair. Marcos was sitting on the small coffee table of the sitting area as everyone was gathered around, filling him in on anything and everything he wanted to know. Y/n was tucked closely under Charlie's arm on the sofa. Everyone went quiet once again as the two rejoined. Y/ns eyes flew to George who nodded at her, letting her know everything was okay.

Y/n was the only one to move as George and Molly approached the group. She stood, grabbing Marcos by his hands and moving him towards his Grandmother.

He stood straightly, smiling before her as y/n knelt beside him. "Marcos, this is Molly. Your Grandmother" y/n smiled sweetly but nervous up to Molly who only had eyes for the boy infront of her. She had a hand placed to her mouth as she held back glistening tears. "It's nice to meet you" he held out his hand for her to shake, but she didn't move to take it.

"Wait for it" George smirked knowingly. Marcos dropped his hand slightly, head falling to the side in confusion. Wait for wha-

Molly instantly swooped down, engulfing the young boy in a bone crushing hug as a heavy breath left her throat. "We're so glad to have you here, my boy." She let him go, leaning back to place his face between her palms smiling brightly through joyful, unfallen tears. "Bit peaky, what's say we begin dinner" she asked warmly. "That sounds nice" Marcos mumbled through squished cheeks.

"Come, this way Dear," Molly placed a hand to his back directing him to where they'd be eating, fussing over the boy more with each step.

George and Y/n watched on as her son happily seated himself at the table and Molly began piling various foods onto his plate as the rest of the family did the same from the lounge, basking in the small moment shared between Grandmother and Grandson.

'This is how it should always have been' Y/n thought with a heavy heart. There was a calmness in her mind as she watched on, replaying the way the family had greeted the pair as they entered. Things might just work out better than she had feared. Might.

[maggiemaewilds]

Molly Beatrice

B A S I C S

Full name ➵ Molly Beatrice Prewett Weasley Nicknames ➵ Moll; Molls; Mollywobble — By Arthur only. Pronouns ➵ She/Her/Hers Birthdate & Age ➵ 30 October 1955; 24 years old Current residence ➵ The Burrow Sexual orientation ➵ Pansexual Handwriting ➵ Mathilde

O R I G I N S

Childhood home ➵ 23 Kings Lane; Bath, Somerset, England Religious beliefs & affiliations ➵ Grew up with the teachings of both Anglicanism and Judaism. Currently non-practicing.

Family ➵

Father ➵ Huxley Prewett; Gryffindor ‘48; Unspeakable

Mother ➵ Katherine Prewett (nee Greengrass); Gryffindor ‘48; Healer

Brother ➵ Fabian Prewett; Gryffindor ‘79; Pre-Auror

Brother ➵ Gideon Prewett; Gryffindor ‘79; Bartender

Son ➵ William “Bill” Weasley; b. 29 November 1976

Son ➵ Charles “Charlie” Weasley; b. 12 December 1978

Nephew ➵ Freddie Moon Hopkirk; b. 2 August 1977

Pets ➵ A Great Grey Owl named Errol

Socioeconomic Status ➵ Lower middle class

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Strengths ➵ Protective, maternal, adventurous, kind-hearted, loving, gentle, fierce Weaknesses ➵ Hot-headed, stubborn, a tiny touch overbearing, separation anxiety Zodiac ➵ Scorpio; Libra Ascendant; Aries Moon Moral alignment ➵ Chaotic good. Boggart ➵ Her family dead before her. Amortentia ➵ Springtime, rain, Arthur Likes ➵ Oversized sweaters, being outside, Stevie Nicks, tea, open windows, good intentions, wine, messy hair, cooking, walks. Dislikes ➵ Jerks, bullies, self-righteous zealots, blood purists, bigots', sugar in her tea, know-it-alls

P H Y S I C A L

Hair ➵ Red and wavy. Eye color ➵ Hazel; green, brown, and orange. Height ➵ 5 feet, 3 inches Body type ➵ Petite, Smells of ➵ Babies and the wind, Health ➵ Peak. Dominant hand ➵ Left FC ➵ Zoey Deutch Voice ➵ Lily James

M A G I C

Blood status ➵ Pureblood

Wand ➵ Alder and Unicorn Tail; 9 ¼ inches

When an alder wand is happily placed, it becomes a magnificent, loyal helpmate. Of all wand types, alder is best suited to non-verbal spell work, whence comes its reputation for being suitable only for the most advanced witches and wizards.

Patronus ➵ Non Corporeal

S E C O N D A R Y

Institution ➵ Cornwall County Day School for Girls. Class of ‘74

O.W.L. courses & exam marks ➵

Ancient Runes - E

Astronomy - A

Charms - O

Defense - O

Herbology - O

History of Magic - E

Muggle Studies - E

Potions - O

Transfiguration - E

Extracurricular activities ➵

Charms Club / September 1970 - June 1974

Dueling Club / September 1970 - June 1974

H O G W A R T S

House & year ➵ Gryffindor Class of ‘77 Academic pursuits ➵ Spellcasting; Charms

First-year (1974-75) courses & marks

Advanced Charms I - O

Advanced Transfiguration I - E

Magical Theory - E

Charms: Practical Healing Spells - O

Charms: Accidental Magic - O

Second-year (1975-76) courses & marks

Advanced Charms II - O

Charms: Magic & the Mind - E

Charms: Advanced Behavioral Charms - O

Charms: Complex Combination Charms - O

Charms: Domestic Spells - E

Third-year (1976-77) courses & marks

Charms: Survey of Architectural Magic - E

Defensive Magic: Combative Spells & Duelling - O

Defensive Magic: Protective Magic - O

Independent Research Project; The History of Non-Verbal Spells: Wixen vs. Other Magical beings.

Extracurricular activities ➵

Charms Club / September 1974 - June 1976

Dueling Club / September 1974 - June 1976

Living arrangement ➵

Open to discussion.

[alrighty-aph]

why i love the next gen/dislike cursed child

i think that the next gen of harry potter is so cool, cause, like, if you ignore c*rsed ch*ld, you can just imagine whatever you want about it. 

like, everyone imagines the kids of the weasley-potter clan differently. there’s some tropes among us, sure, but you can imagine them however you want (especially the less written about characters, such as molly ii and lucy). some of my headcanons about the wotter kids are widely accepted. others haven’t been said before. and that’s pretty cool.

i think that’s why cursed child bothered me so much when it came out. not only because it contradicted canon (seriously, the trolley lady scene still haunts me to this day), but because it took away the freedom and imagination of the next gen. i had been imaging these characters since like 2014, of course i had ideas that i didn’t want to be shot down.

hats off to you if you accept cursed child as canon or don’t care about next gen headcanons. there were some parts of the play i genuinely enjoyed. just wanted to express how if you don’t like how the characters/story were written in cursed child, or if you have specific ideas for what you think the next generation is like, then that’s awesome, too.  

your headcanons and interpretations of the characters are valid <33333

[livswood]

𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭  𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓼    &    𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼

DISPONÍVEIS

(open) I HATE U, I LOVE U -- friends can break your heart too: liv e MUSE A possuem uma relação bastante oscilante. teoricamente, elas são melhores amigues, mas a dinâmica blair/serena que elas compartilham acaba destruindo muito do sentimento bom entre elas. todo dia é uma surpresa e a pergunta: amigues? rivais? frenemies? - podemos definir o motivo que faz elus serem assim entre si. (FEMALE)

(open) MY BOY -- my boy don’t love me like he promised: liv e MUSE B foram namorados em um certo ponto da vida deles e tinham um relacionamento complicado. nenhum dos dois era ótimo em se comunicar com o outro, então o relacionamento deles era uma bagunça (aberto???), por falta de conversa mesmo. os dois se prendiam um ao outro como se fosse um colete salva-vidas, por medo de terminarem sozinhos. o carinho existe ainda, mas o término foi bem complicado porque nenhum dos dois é bom em falar sobre sentimentos. (MALE)

(open) HEADS WILL ROLL -- off with your head: liv e MUSE C nunca se deram muito bem, seja por personalidades conflitantes ou muito parecidas. mas onde elus realmente têm problema é no quadribol. competem até o fim e isso faz com que o esporte vire a guerra particular delus. sai de baixo! (ANY)

(open) GOT A SECRET -- why are you smiling like you just learned a secret?: liv e MUSE D se conhecem por um motivo a ser determinado. a questão é que os dois estão pesquisando ou atrás de coisas — liv quer saber mais sobre seus pais biológicos e bom, MUSE D também procura sobre algo. assim, elus se aliaram e se ajudam. (ANY)

(open) WATERMELON SUGAR -- tastes like strawberries on a summer evening and it sounds just like a song: liv e MUSE E são um romance de verão que agora na normalidade do dia a dia parece impossível. há um certo constrangimento quando se encontram. (ANY)

(open) HEAR ME ROAR: MUSE F é filhx de um ex-amigx do pai de liv, marcus flint. antigamente, ele era um sonserino bem desagradável e andava com os tipos mais abomináveis que tinham em hogwarts. durante os seus últimos anos na escola e tendo o apice na guerra, o flint descobriu que toda aquela raiva que sentia era porque reprimia a sua sexualidade. ao sair da escola, ele assumiu a homossexualidade e depois começou a namorar oliver wood, o completo oposto do que ele defendia (ou fingia defender) quando aluno. MUSE F ouviu desde sempre que marcus era traidor pelo pai/mãe que ficou extremamente feride com o abandono de marcus de toda a sua vida antiga, e por isso desconta isso na filha dele, a liv. desde então, elus viraram inimigos mortais. (ANY)

(open) SAY SOMETHING -- and i guess you didn’t trust me enough after all: liv e MUSE G sempre foram amigxs proximxs. certo dia, entretanto, liv notou o afastamento, só que não conseguia tirar delx o que a incomodava. MUSE G sempre dizia que não era nada, mas quando liv descobriu o que era por terceiros e que ela confiava aquilo à outras pessoas que não ela, se magoou e estressou facilmente. (ANY)

OCUPADAS

(Lysa Scamander) I KISSED A GIRL AND I LIKED IT: LYSA foi a primeira experiência de outro sexo de olivia. as duas ficaram em uma festa e foi um encontro significativo que lhe ajudou a compreender a sua bissexualidade. @lyscamander​ 

(Lily Luna Potter) I’LL BE THERE FOR YOU: olivia nunca teve irmãos, apesar de secretamente sempre ter desejado ao observar as famílias numerosas dos colegas de escola. assim sendo, ela acaba transferindo os sentimentos fraternos para outras pessoas, sendo LILY o maior exemplo disso. trata ela como se fosse sua irmã mais nova e a defenderia até do diabo em pessoa. @littlepxtter​ 

(Nathaniel Ollivander & Albus Potter) HOMEMADE DYNAMITE -- don’t know you super well but i think that you might be the same as me (behave abnormally): liv e NATE/ALBUS se encontram normalmente e com mais frequência em festas ou em situações fora do dia a dia. não seriam os melhores amigues do mundo, mas se entendem perfeitamente no seu gosto por festa, bagunça e entrar em confusão. e só isso importa. @howlcr​ 

(Molly Weasley) SORT OF STUDY BUDDIES: MOLLY é uma das únicas pessoas que liv se sente confortável em exercer o seu lado leitor. desde que marcus comprou a floreios e borrões e tenta ensinar à filha a arte de controlar seus sentimentos, o interesse da menina na literatura vem crescendo. liv e MOLLY se conheceram na livraria floreios e borrões (ou então intensificaram seu laço ali) e, aos poucos, ela criou confiança para torná-lu u seu companheire oficial de leituras e discussões. @mollyw

(Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy) WONDERWALL -- and after all you’re my wonderwall: liv e SCORPIUS se conhecem há mais tempo do que conseguem lembrar. os pais são amigos e a aproximação deles foi natural pelas personalidades e interesses parecidos e liv vê nele uma das pessoas mais próximas da sua vida, que lhe entende melhor que ninguém. @ihmalfoi 

(Frank Longbottom II) QUIDDITCH BUDDIES: FRANK e liv sempre foram unides pela paixão pelo quadribol. vêem o esporte da mesma maneira: uma válvula de escape para os piores sentimentos. quando olivia virou jogadora profissional, os treinos e os jogos esvaziaram aquele significado, que virou apenas pressão. por isso, vez ou outra ela sempre chama MUSE L para jogar “sem pressão”, só por amar o jogo, como nos velhos tempos. isso pode ter começado em hogwarts ou só depois. @frxnklongbottxm

(Helene Carrow) GIVES YOU HELL -- when you walk my way hope it gives you hell: liv e HELL nunca se deram muito bem- casas opostas em Hogwarts, personalidades muito distintas. pelo sobrenome dela, liv assumiu que ela fosse da mesma laia dos tios avós e que não gostava dela, então começou a agir grosseiramente com a garota. as duas vivem trocando farpas. @helenecarrow

[s-riusblck]

ANGEL EYES II

LIGHTNING ERA - Part 5

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

SHIP: Sirius Black x Reader

DESCRIPTION: Life in Azkaban. These were the three words that had haunted your life for twelve years, until the day you saw Sirius Black’s face on the front of the daily prophet. He had escaped, but after twelve years in Azkaban, could things ever go back to normal?

NOTES: hey hi hello yes it is actually me back with another chapter of angel eyes!! quarantine really is making crazy things happen lol. I can’t apologise enough for how long this has taken, but i’ve tried my very best to make it worth it. also ps I have had to make some slight changes to the usual timeline, including remus/tonks wedding, and the major one being that the attack on the burrow now happens on harry’s birthday!! thank you so much for sticking with me xx (also apologies for any spelling/grammar errors my inspo kept striking at night when I was very sleepy lol)

Standing out the window of Remus’ London apartment, your hands wrapped tightly around your mug of tea as you stared out at the dense fog that had settled over the city. The sight of it instantly brought a nauseous feeling to your stomach, knowing that it was the growing presence of dementors that was causing it. Your eyes darted down to watch the innocent muggles who were walking by, clearly questioning the unusual fog, completely ignorant to the fact that their world was in grave danger. It all felt uncomfortably familiar, your mind flooding with memories of the First Wizarding War. With a deep sigh, you stepped back from the window and settled down on the sofa, freeing a hand from your mug to pick up The Daily Prophet. “Bridge Collapse: Death Toll Rises” was sprawled across the front page, and your heart sank further as you began to read the details, knowing that the families involved would never get the answers they deserved.

“Devastating, isn’t it?”

You jumped slightly at the sudden voice and looked up, your brows furrowing in confusion as Albus Dumbledore appeared in front of you.

“Extremely.” You said, placing the newspaper back down on the coffee table. Just as you were about to ask what brought him here, Remus appeared at the living room door, a similar look of confusion on his features.

“Good evening, Remus.” Albus greeted, giving Remus a nod as he stepped into the room. “Please excuse me for arriving here unannounced, but I am on a tight schedule.”

“Please, sit down.” Remus insisted, gesturing to the free armchair, as he himself settled down beside you on the sofa beside you.

“You must be wondering what brings me here this evening, and again, I apologize for arriving unannounced, but I wanted to check in on you both. Particularly after your recent mission, Remus.” Albus explained, and you glanced towards Remus knowingly, your eyes tracing over the gashes and bruises that now littered his face.

Much to your dismay, Remus had begun to take on more serious Order missions. It had resulted in many sleepless nights sitting up patching his wounds, and trying to get through to him. You knew his condition led him to extreme insecurities, but you had never quite understood the extent of it until now. Remus Lupin had fallen in love, but he was doing everything in his power to push it away and ignore it. He couldn’t see the same worth in himself that everyone else did, and it broke your heart to witness, but considering your current situation with Sirius, you were in no position to give your opinion.

“I’m recovering very well, sir, thank you.” Remus said, shifting uncomfortably under your intense gaze.

“I’m pleased to hear it.” Albus said, giving Remus a sincere smile, before he averted his attention. “I’ve just come from Grimmauld Place.”

It was your turn now to shift uncomfortablly, clearing your throat as you placed your empty mug down on the table. “How is he?” You asked.

“Extremely remorseful.” Albus said bluntly. Your head shot up to look at him, and Albus stared directly at you, his gaze unfaltering. “Far be it for me to get involved in personal business, but I feel I owe it to both you, and Sirius, in this case.”

“You owe it to us?” You questioned, and Ablus nodded, sitting up straighter in his chair.

“My ignorance came at extreme costs for you both, and still does. I have been engaging with The Ministry to ensure Sirius’ name is cleared, but it shouldn’t have come to this point. You told me he was innocent, and I should have believed you. I should have had more faith in him, especially when considering the fact that he has shown me nothing but loyalty. I let you both down in ways that are incomprehensible, and I hope you both know how deeply apologetic I am for that. One day, I hope you will find it possible to forgive me.” Albus explained, but before you could interject, he continued on. “I’ve known Sirius Black for a long time, and nothing gave me greater joy than watching you fall in love with each other. All Sirius Black has ever wanted, and deserved, was to be loved, and you gave that to him. It’s a truly beautiful thing, (Y/N). I’ve lived a long time, as I’m sure you can appreciate, and I struggle to think of a love comparative to that of you and Sirius. I understand why you felt it necessary to take the time that you have, but you’ve both already lost so much, I would hate to see you lose any more time with each other.”

You sat stunned, your mouth slightly agape as you tried to process everything Albus had said to you. Remus reached out, resting a hand on your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“I understand that that’s a lot to take, and I regret that I have to leave in such a haste, but I hope it may bring some clarity for you, as well as my apology bringing some overdue closure. I must now visit Harry, and bring him to stay with The Weasley’s. He will be much more comfortable there.” Albus explained, standing up from his chair. Remus stood up with him, shaking his hand and thanking him for coming. The sudden movement shook you out of your stunned state, and you stood up hastily, just as he was about to leave.

“I’ve already forgiven you, sir, we both have.” You said, and again, a sincere smile flashed across Albus’ features.

“Take the time you need, (Y/N), but not so much that you may regret it in the future.” He said, before suddenly disapparating, leaving you and Remus staring at an empty space in front of you.

“Why do I get the feeling that he’s tying up loose ends?” Remus suddenly said, and you let out a shaky breath, the nauseous feeling in your stomach returning.

_____

The air was cool as you sat on the porch of The Burrow, a small breeze nipping at your skin. Glancing back through the front door, your lips quirked up into a small smile as you saw Harry laughing with his friends, a sight you would never grow tired of seeing. Throughout all the chaos, and all the panic, Harry’s 16th birthday had come around. Knowing how heavy the war was weighing on his mind, you had decided alongside Molly Weasley to put together a small celebration for him, hoping it might take his mind off the excruciating pressure he was facing everyday for at least a couple of hours, and so far, it seemed to be paying off.

Turning your attention back outside, you admired how clear the sky was, running your hands up and down your arms to try and retain some heat. Hearing footsteps coming towards you, and a jacket wrapping around your shoulders, you immediately recognised the intoxicating scent of Sirius enveloping you. Closing your eyes for a moment, as he settled down on the porch beside you, you took a minute to appreciate the feeling of having him so close. The closest he had been in weeks.

“Can we talk?” He asked, and you opened your eyes slowly, turning your head to meet his eyes.

Albus’ words when he visited had left you with a lot to think about. His words stuck with you, and brought you to a point where you weren’t quite sure anymore whether you were more angry with Sirius, or yourself. From the moment you met Sirius Black, you had known what you were getting yourself into. He had always been reckless, and stubborn, and much like everyone else, he came with his own flaws, but despite this, despite the flaws that you brought to the table, he continued to love you so deeply that the price had always been worth the payoff. Sirius loved you in a way that you could have never expected anyone to. He made you feel as if you were the only girl in the world, and Merlin, you couldn’t have been more in love with him either. How could you ever throw something like that away? He loved you so unapologetically, how could you deprive him of the same when you knew he would have never done what he did with the intent of hurting you?

“I’m sorry, Sirius…” You began, but were quickly cut off as a trail of black smoke appeared in the sky. You both stood up, slipping your arms into Sirius’ jacket as your eyes squinted in an attempt to see through the darkness. Before you could react, a circle of flames surrounded the house, and Sirius reached out to shield you behind him. You both quickly drew your wands as the guests of Harry’s birthday party came flooding out into the garden, and Bellatrix Lestrange appeared in front of you all, laughing maniacally. She disappeared just as quickly as she had appeared, and before you knew it, Harry and Ginny were running past you and Sirius, following her into the flames.

“Harry!” You cried out, your body immediately kicking into gear as you and Sirius both followed after, Remus and Arthur not far behind. The tall grass stung as it hit against your skin, your heart pounding in your chest as your feet moved you as quickly as they could. “Harry!” You called out again, your footsteps coming to a sudden halt as you found him and Ginny fighting off curses coming from multiple directions. You immediately joined them, alongside Remus, Sirius and Arthur, but the curses soon died out, and the silence was almost deafening as you all stood in a circle, listening out for any sudden movement and anticipating a second attack. It couldn’t be that easy.

Suddenly, the black smoke appeared in the sky again, and Sirius quickly pulled you into his side, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as your free hand gripped onto his shirt. You watched, stunned, as the dark smoke danced around the The Burrow, and the house erupted in flames. Your mouth dropped open, your grip tightening on Sirius’ shirt as Arthur called out for Molly, making a burst back towards the house. “Tonks.” Remus suddenly breathed out, before following quickly after Arthur.

As you all arrived back at the house, you could hardly comprehend the scene in front of you, your heart shattering into a million pieces as you saw the house The Weasley’s, and Harry, all called home, falling to the ground. The war had always felt personal, and unpredictable, but this just reinstated how truly unsafe, even the safest of places were. As you all helplessly watched the flames, your body automatically found Sirius’. You wrapped your arms around his waist, your head resting on his chest, as you held on as tight as possible to the feeling of safety he brought to you. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before you looked up at him.

“Let’s go home.”

_____ 

Knowing The Burrow would take some time to be liveable again, and that the memories were still fresh, you and Sirius had insisted on The Weasley’s and Harry coming back to stay in Grimmauld Place for as long as they needed. Remus had decided he would go home with Tonks, both seeking comfort after what they had just witnessed, so you said your goodbyes and asked that he update you in the morning to let you know how they both were. When you returned home, you quickly fell back into the familiar routine of hosting in Grimmauld Place, and hurried around to make sure everyone had a bed, blankets, and were as comfortable as they could be for the night.

Once everyone was settled, you said your goodnights and made your way back to Sirius’ bedroom, stepping in and closing the door behind you. Once shut, you leaned back against it, your head falling back as you let out a shaky breath. Hearing the door close, Sirius appeared out from the bathroom. You lifted your head to look at him as he walked towards you, reaching his hand out for you to take.

You placed your hand in his, following after him as he guided you to the bathroom, the steam from the shower already beginning to fog up the room. You both quickly rid of your clothes and stepped into the shower, letting out a long sigh of relief as the warm water washed over your body.

Your eyes met Sirius’, his hand reaching out to gently trace his fingers along your jaw. You soaked in every second of his touch, your hands running up his chest and around his neck, tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck. Taking a step closer to him, you closed any space that was left between your bodies, your foreheads meeting in the middle as he leaned his against yours.

“I’m so, so sorry, love.” He muttered and you shook your head, biting down on your lip gently as he let one hand rest on the side of your neck, his other moving to press against your lower back. 

“I love you.” You breathed out, and with those three words, his lips found yours, an indescribable heat erupting throughout every inch of your body as your hands tightened their grip on his hair, unable to get enough of him. Backing you up against the wall, the water cascaded down both of your bodies, and the world outside the bathroom slowly slipped away as you forgave each other in arguably the best way possible.

Time passed, and you soon found yourself tangled up in both Sirius and the sheets on the bed. You lay partially on top of him, your legs intertwined with his as you ran your fingers through his hair, his hand drawing patterns on the small of your back. Tracing your fingers along the chiselled line of his jaw, you leaned down, pressing a short kiss to his lips.

“I’m sorry I ran.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel as if you had no other option.” He replied, turning his head slightly to place a kiss on the palm of your hand.

“I guess we aren’t as perfect as we thought we were, huh?” You smirked, and Sirius laughed softly. “No more running.” You told him sincerely. 

“You come first, (Y/N/N), always.”

_____

“You know, we should really be looking for my ring, love. Maybe I could have left it Remus’ the other evening after the wedding? I’m pretty sure I must have taken it off to wash the dishes… Can you believe Remus is married now? I’m so happy for them both. They really make such a lovely couple… Where are you taking me, Sirius?”

Sirius chuckled as he guided you along, his hands covering your eyes.

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” He replied, eliciting an impatient groan from you. After a hectic day working with The Order, Sirius had whisked you off to an unknown location, giving you absolutely no reasoning why. Despite your impatient tendencies, and the fact you were mentally and physically drained, it came as an extremely welcome surprise. In the months following the attack on The Burrow, Voldemort had made it known that not only was he back, but he was back with a vengeance. The situation was escalating everyday, but amidst all the chaos, it was moments like this you spent alone with Sirius, rediscovering each other and repairing aspects of your relationship that were broken that kept you going. He was your light in what seemed like never ending darkness, and the determination you felt to finally live the life you had always dreamed of with him motivated you to keep fighting.

“Are we there yet?” You asked suddenly, and Sirius rolled his eyes in amusement, before suddenly slowing down the pace and coming to a complete stop.

“We’re here.” He told you, before removing his hands from your eyes. A small gasp escaped your lips as you saw where you were, and the scene in front of you. Just like the night of your engagement, Sirius had brought you back to the lake at Hogwarts, setting up a small picnic for just the two of you.

“Sirius! It’s beautiful.” You smiled, leaning back into his chest as you admired the scene in front of you.

“Worth the wait?” He mumbled, running his hands down your arms and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“So worth it.” You replied easily, tilting your head to the side and bringing your hand up to guide his lips to yours. “Can you believe how long it’s been since that night you first proposed to me? So much has changed since then. I certainly didn’t expect we still wouldn’t have made it to the wedding at this stage.” You chuckled as you broke apart, taking a few steps towards the picnic blanket to see what he had laid out.

“Well… That’s why I wanted to bring you here tonight.” Sirius began, and you turned back to face him, an even louder gasp escaping your lips this time as you found him down on one knee. “Your ring isn’t lost, (Y/N/N), it’s at home, but I took it because… I wanted to give you this.” He said, pulling out a small box out of his pocket to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.

“Oh Sirius…” You sighed, completely in awe of what was in front of you.

“I can’t even begin to comprehend how I got so lucky with you, (Y/N). You are… breathtakingly beautiful, and easily the best sex I’ve ever had,” He joked, and you chuckled softly, reaching up to wipe the stray tears that were beginning to slip down your cheeks. “But you’re so much more than that. Throughout everything, you’ve loved me more than I ever thought was possible, and I can’t thank you enough for that. You’ve really opened my eyes up to what love is, and how beautiful it can be, and Merlin (Y/N/N), I love you so much. Every day, every second, I fall more and more in love with you. You said it yourself, a lot has changed since the first time I proposed to you. We’ve changed as people, the world around us has changed, our relationship has changed, gotten stronger, and I wanted to give you this as a promise that this time around, we’re going to get our wedding. We’re going to get married, buy a house, have kids… Everything we’ve always dreamed of. So, will you marry me?”

A wide smile spread across your lips as you nodded furiously. “Of course I’ll marry you!” You said, watching as he slipped the ring onto your finger. Sirius barely had the time to stand up and you were in his arms, your hands tangling into his hair as you pulled him in for a kiss. “I love you so much.”

_____

In stark contrast to the last time you had been on the ground of Hogwarts, an excruciating heaviness lay in the air as you and Sirius walked hand in hand through the castle. A number of emotions were coursing through your body, a mixture of anger, fear, uncertainty, grief, but most of all, extreme despair and heartache. The War in the Wizarding World had inevitably continued to intensify in the months following your engagement, tragedy upon tragedy being reported everyday. It was painful to admit it had gotten to a point where you had grown accustomed to the grief, learning to expect it, but what you hadn’t expected, what you could have never expected, was for Albus Dumbledore to be murdered. Arriving at Hogwarts on the night of his death, feet pounding heavily against the pavement as The Order tried to reach the castle as quickly as possible, the last thing you could have ever prepared for was to see him falling freely from the astronomy tower. Still to this day, as you made your way towards the Black Lake for his funeral ceremony, you couldn’t wrap your mind around it. You couldn’t believe he was gone.

Similar to most, Albus Dumbledore had played a crucial role in your life. From the moment you arrived in Hogwarts, a transfer from Ilvermorny, he had taken you in and welcomed you with open arms. Despite your differences in recent years, you knew that Albus had only your best intentions at heart, and that he strived above everything else to keep you, and the ones around him, safe. In addition to this, you knew the role he played in Harry’s life. You knew how important he was to Harry, and it only added to the overwhelming sense of grief to know what a toll the loss would take on him.

Reaching the door of the castle that would lead you to the Black Lake, you felt Sirius’ grip tighten on your hand, as he stopped in his tracks and took a deep breath. Turning to face him, you used your free hand to reach up to his cheek, turning his head slightly to face you. “You made him proud, Sirius. All he wanted for you was to see you loved, and you made that possible by not letting your past, and your family, change who you are. You are so loved, and he was so proud.” You told him, and Sirius smiled sadly, as you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Ready?”

“Ready.” Sirius nodded, and you gave him a reassuring smile, before heading out towards the Black Lake.

Approaching the ceremony, the sound of soft sobs and people talking quietly amongst themselves took over. You greeted those you knew as you walked past, thanking the ones who expressed how wonderful it was to see Sirius out in the open again due to Albus’ efforts with The Ministry to clear his name. You soon spotted Remus and Tonks, quickly approaching them and pulling them both in for long hugs. As the hug broke, your heart once again shattered into a million paces as your eyes met Harry’s, the pain and anger evident. Upon seeing you and Sirius, a flicker of relief flashed through his eyes, and you quickly approached him, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. Rubbing his back soothingly, you bit down on your bottom lip to hold back your own tears, using everything that you had to convey in that one hug how loved, and appreciated he was. You wanted him more than anything to know that he wasn’t alone.

“They can’t get away with this. Voldemort, Snape, Bellatrix… They can’t get away with this.” He told you, and you nodded in agreement.

“Nobody is getting away with this, Harry. We’ll make sure of it.”

[writerkenna]

HP Next Gen Headcanons/Faceclaims

Fred Weasley II

Born January 2007

Parents: George Weasley and Angelina Johnson 

House: Hufflepuff

Headcanons:

LOVES his mama big time, totally a mama’s boy, in a good way. Has many special moments with Angelina just the two of them

Also, he is particularly close with his paternal grandparents. Molly and him like to tend to the garden together and Arthur shows him how radios work

He is so sweet, much softer of a personality than either his mum or dad, and is a truly wonderful friend to all his cousins

However, this doesn’t mean he can’t crack jokes and horse around just as great as his dad

Plays as Hufflepuff chaser from year 4 on, even though he’s not particularly amazing at quidditch, because a lot of his friends are on the team and his mom and aunt were a FREAKIN HOLYHEAD HARPIES

His parents get special permissions to see his first match, and George yells so loudly that he nearly gets kicked out of the stands

Feels a lot of pressure to live up/be a replacement for his namesake, which he tells his gran, who lets him know that his Uncle Fred would just want him to have joy in his life as himself, and that’s what the family wants too

Does a year of working at Wizarding Wheezes after he graduates (with O’s in Herbology, DADA, and Care of Magical Creatures), but his dad and him butt heads on pricing and products so much that his mum makes him quit for the family’s sake

His best friends are Oliver Wood’s daughter, Marnie, and Katie Bell’s son, Jackson

He also sees a lot of Rose, though, who has been instructed by his mum to keep an eye on him

Late bloomer, stays very young looking for a long time

Doesn’t have his first kiss until after graduation

Queer/Questioning

Roxanne Weasley (China Anne Mcclain)

Born January 2008

Parents: George Weasley and Angelina Johnson 

House: Gryffindor

Headcanons:

Probably the closest of any of the cousins to Fred’s reincarnation

Her mum and dad receive a letter about twice a month on something she’s done that disruptive or wrecked some sort of havoc on the school. They give her a talking to about, but, when no one is looking, both give her a high five

The best Beater Gryffindor has seen in long time

She owns a light beige rat named Earwax, which her Uncle Ron checks about a million times to make sure it is not a witch or wizard in disguise

Loves her cousin Rose, but if she has to get one more lecture on using a daily planner for homework, she will slug that girl in the face

Loves her ‘Irish twin’ status with Fred. They are super close and tend to have a habit of sneaking into each other’s dorms 

She loves getting her friends the ‘friends’ discount at Wizarding Wheezes and knows just which products to recommend to them

Both her and Fred played little league quidditch from ages 6-10

Spends a month of each summer with her mum and her parents once they start to get sick to help take care of them

Bisexual

Hugo Granger-Weasley (Cameron Boyce)

Born March 2008

Parents: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger

House: Hufflepuff

Headcanons:

His dad’s absolute best mate. Ron might have teared up a little when he left for school

Although, that is not say his mum doesn’t adore him as well. Specifically, adore to baby him

Growing up, Hugo was the most rough and tumble, clumsy boy, always a bruise somewhere on him and running around without looking what’s in front of him. That trait never really goes away

Is a ridiculously LOUD kid, can hear him coming from a mile away. McGonagall, who is nearing the end of her career once Hugo arrives, hears his voice on September 1st in the Great Hall and thinks, ‘Merlin, another Weasley’

He and Rose both did private muggle primary schools. He keeps in touch with a few muggle friends

His mum works full time at Ministry (on track for minister by age 45, mind you), so when not in school, he goes with his dad into Wizarding Wheezes. Fred and Roxanne are often there too, which gives them a good stockpile of inside jokes for Hogwarts

LOVES to watch quidditch, but can’t play for his life. He’s just a bit too scatterbrained and flimsy for the game. He’ll go to all of Auntie Roxanne’s games, however

Destined to be a healer, which he learns when he falls and breaks his arm in year 4. Watching Madam Pomfrey work amazes him

Asexual, panromantic

Lily Luna Potter (Sadie Sink)

Born August 2008

Parents: Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley

House: Gryffindor 

Headcanons: 

Harry Potter’s child through and through

And, that meaning, if anyone could pull of a line as wonderful as ‘there’s no need to call me sir, professor,’ it’s Lily Luna

Of her many, many, many cousins, both official and non-official, the one she is closest with is Dominique, who’s a tough girl just like her

She is also buddies with Roxanne (she calls her Rox) and helps her prep for each test she takes in their common room

Prefect in fifth year

Grandpa Arthur’s little angel (also sometimes a little devil, but he loves that part too)

She knows how to repair a muggle car engine, thanks to him

Inherited her namesake and her mum’s perfect, wonderful red locks

Speaking of namesakes, Lily Luna has always been delightfully amused by her godmother, Luna

Luna takes her with Daisy and Helena to festivals in strange lands, where Luna somehow always knows the language

She sends Luna an owl after she gets her O in Divination, and Luna sends her back a shriveled pixie foot, which is supposedly good for the mind

Daisy and Helena also become sort of her unofficial big sisters

Being raised among two boys, one of which is a prat and the other a bit of an edgelord, Lily is one tough cookie. She doesn’t falter easy. This girl’s a fighter

Straight

4/5 of Next Gen Headcanons

[ellenswritings]

MEET THE MUSE

LEGAL NAME: Lucille Anne Weasley

NICKNAMES: Lucy, Lu, Lulu

DATE OF BIRTH:  21th November, 1998

GENDER | SPECIES:  Female | Witch

PLACE OF BIRTH: England

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Living with roommates

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French

EDUCATION:  Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Ravenclaw)

OCCUPATION: Intern at Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS:  no | no | no

LIKE[S]: riddles, open windows, being successful 

DISLIKE[S]:  change, loud noises, risk taking

FEAR[S]:  fear of being failure

PERSONALITY TRAITS: + creative, compassionate - clumsy, impatient

DISORDERS: anxiety

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIRCOLOR: black

EYE COLOR: brown

HEIGHT:  5′8″

TATTOOS:  N/A

PIERCINGS:  Ears

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]: Molly Weasley ii (Sister)

PARENT[S]: Audrey Weasley (Mother), Percy Weasley (Father)

CHILDREN:  N/A

PET[S]: Owl named Eric

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Heterosexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

[alliswellrp]

↳ HER F A C E C L A I M

Madelaine Petsch

↳ HER P E R S O N A L I T Y

Lucy’s hunger for truth and knowledge should have been a fast pass ticket into the Ravenclaw Tower, but it was her hunger for exposure and power over others that landed her in the dungeons. This fiery-haired Weasley prides herself solely on the fact that she is convinced she knows people inside and out. She can read expressions and body language better than anybody, and she doesn’t take it for granted.

Her curious mind and open-minded upbringing is what keeps her from being swayed to the likeness of evil. But her desire to know more than everybody and to use it against them at the same time is what needs to be watched out for. The catch is: she has everybody’s interest at heart. She doesn’t want to harm anybody unless they deserve it. And, if they deserve it, she’ll go to the ends of the earth to expose that person.

Why be a Ravenclaw with an attitude when you can just be a Slytherin with a passion for knowledge and learning? Lucy believes the only way to expanding your horizons is to challenge your comfort zone. Explore outside of your friend group and befriend other, different people. Otherwise you’re spending your time standing still when you should keep moving forward. Besides, she looks fantastic in green.

↳ HER P A S T

Lucy took up an interest in writing a couple of years before she started at Hogwarts. She spent her mornings reading the Daily Prophet with her parents at breakfast and had quickly learned what makes a journalist credible, and what doesn’t. Though she focused her fascination of words and sentence structure on creating scripts and lyrics, her true love of seeking out the truth and writing about it came she was old enough to learn of her parents’ war stories.

The passion she felt coursing through her body when they spoke of their personal experience during the Battle of Hogwarts intoxicated her. Lucy dug up old newspaper articles stashed in boxes in their basement just to gather more information. After weeks of reading others’ writings on the events, she decided to rewrite her own feature stories by interviewing her parents first. Now, as a sixth year at Hogwarts, Lucy can be found listening to anybody who is will to talk to her about life events.

Now that rumors are being spread around school about young Death Eaters, Lucy has stuck close to Albus because she knows his plan, and she wants a part of it: as an investigator.

↳ HER S T O R Y SO  F A R

This section will update throughout this character’s activity.

↳ HER R E L A T I O N S H I P S

• Molly Weasley II: Sister

• Albus Potter: Cousin, very close to him because they want the same things from being Slytherins

                                       ─ ─ ─

Lucy Weasley is a CLOSED character.

[peppermintstranger]

Faceclaim para Molly II Weasley? Puede tener similitudes con Holland Roden. O alguna castaña. Acepto ambas dos.

¡Buenas!

Para gusto los colores, pero para mi estas encajarían de Molly:Jenna Thiam,Luca Hollestelle, Daria Sidorchuk, Yeva Poduryan, Natalie Westling, Lindsay Whidby.

Espero que sea de ayuda c:

[alohomorahq]

aPelos corredores de Hogwarts é possível ver…Lia!

Seu nome é OPHELIA FLAMEL, possui DEZOITO anos e está cursando o SÉTIMO ano. Sua casa é a CORVINAL e está fazendo ALQUIMIA, ARITIMANCIA E RUNAS ANTIGAS. LIA também participa do CLUBE DE ARTES e CAPITÃ DAS CHEERS DA CORVINAL . É frequentemente confundido com ALICE PAGANI

Pelos corredores de Hogwarts é possível ver…Frankie!

Seu nome é FRANK LONGBOTTOM II, possui DEZOITO anos e está cursando o SÉTIMO. Sua casa é a GRIFINÓRIA e está fazendo ALQUIMIA, ESTUDOS ESPECTRAIS E FÍSICA TROUXA, FRANKIE também participa do clube de DUELOS E DO TIME DE QUADRIBOL COMO BATEDOR. É frequentemente confundido com Lorenzo Zurzolo

Pelos corredores de Hogwarts é possível ver... Molls!

Seu nome é MOLLY PENÉLOPE WEASLEY II, possui DEZESSETE anos e está cursando o SÉTIMO ano. Sua casa é a CORVINAL e está fazendo QUÍMICA TROUXA, BIOLOGIA E ESTUDOS ESPECTRAIS. MOLLS também participa do TIME DE QUADRIBOL COMO ARTILHEIRA, CAPITÃ E É MONITORA CHEFE. É frequentemente confundido com CINDY KIMBERLY.

Obrigada por aplicar, Gia!

─ QUE BOM VÊ-LOS, JOVENS ALUNOS! QUE A SUA JORNADA MÁGICA SEJA INCRÍVEL! LEMBREM-SE: A DIRETORIA ESTÁ SEMPRE ABERTA PARA OUVI-LOS.

[ianwaite]

Hinny is basically NOT like Jily! James & Lily came from Hogwarts in 1978, married as was common at the time, had the war and the escape from Voldemort in the neck and got Harry after 2 years together. So what, those were the times!

Hinny came real (again) right after the war in 1998. Ginny became the Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies.

and Harry became Head of Auror Office.

2003/4 James Sirius Potter was born.

Harry and Ginny were 5/6 years together till they had their first child. Harry didn't need to be single. He needed a family and that Ginny could give him after recovering from the war and settle down a bit. Maybe today the people want to be parents when they are 40, cause having children is not normality anymore and many people see parenthood as a burden.

I think I’ll reread the Harry Potter books again during my week off. Like. I want to read them with my Grownup Eyes. 

I remember really liking Harry and Ginny and Ron and Hermione as couples, but now that I think about it all: it’s ridiculous James and Lilly, highschool sweethearts, come fresh out of school and have a baby and that Harry basically does the same thing. 

I do understand the special bond people get when living through something traumatic like a war together, but circling back to my wizard higher education post: if there WAS some sort of higher education, would it not make sense some of them kind of…move on from first lovers and meet new people? How many people stay with their highschool sweethearts? I only speak to 2 people from my huge higschool friend group, the rest kind of…scattered to the winds? It might be slightly different since the wizard population is apparently so tiny (I HATE THAT WHOLE NOTION BTW), but still. 

[veritas-roleplay]

ANTHEA MCKINNON ♦ ︎GRYFFINDORN ALUMNUM ♦︎ NEUTRAL ♦︎ FC: ZAZIE BEETZ ♦︎ TAKEN

B I O G R A P H Y :

death of a parent tw / death tw

I. PRELUDE

They were a happy family, and that was all that mattered. Two loving people that had come from humble means and concealed in a country where they weren’t welcome, the couple brought their child into the world with open hearts and loving minds. Their house was small, but packed full of lifelong passions, reminders of home, and a little family of three that fit perfectly into their little dollhouse of a home. That was all they needed to be happy.

II. THE SICKNESS

It couldn’t last. Eight years old, after two years of battling it, Anthea said goodbye to their parents. Dragonpox was all anyone could tell them, and that was all they had to attribute their sadness to. Two words jammed together and a family torn apart. That was all it took to break down Anthea’s life.

III. THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR

He was adopted too. None of the McKinnons shared blood, but it was like they did. Anthea stuck out among them. They were darker, softer, more anxious and less proud. McKinnon sounded funny on their tongue. They dropped their birth name, picked it back up, chopped it up like they were making a stew and eventually settled on something they liked. Anthea Nadine Rivera McKinnon. The full package. The McKinnons took in their neighbor’s child and gave them a room, and that was it. That was all they needed to become part of the family.

IV. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET

More came into the house. Soon it wasn’t just Anthea and Hercules, but Anthea, Hercules, Margaret, and Marlene. Four points on a compass that gave the family something that just felt right. Four was where they decided to stop. The family was perfect. That was all it took to feel complete.

V. WHOLE NEW WORLD

School was panic-inducing. Hercules took the plunge first, but Anthea didn’t want to leave home. They went reluctantly, and did their best to settle. Gryffindor wasn’t what they’d expected or necessarily wanted, but at least it meant spending time with Hercules. They made some friends, they kept their head down, they tried to feel more comfortable in their own skin. It wasn’t possible, but they had to try, at least. At least they could go home for holidays. That was all they needed to get them through each semester.

VI. HOMEBASE

Graduation brought momentary entropy. Knowing what to do with their life wasn’t something Anthea was entirely certain how to do. They went home and they stayed there. And stayed. And stayed. Their bedroom became their fortress, even after they finally stepped out into the world. Home was safe, the McKinnons were there. They liked having someone to go home to. That was all they needed to remind themselves that the McKinnons weren’t going anywhere.

VII. ENTROPY AGAIN

Job obtained and life on the rise, the time to leave home finally came. It’s not an easy process, and it takes the whole family to really move them into their new place. They settle. They try to adapt. They go home a few times every week to check on their parents. They don’t call the McKinnons ‘mom’ and ‘dad’, but they’re the closest Anthea’s had in a long time. They’ve been their parents longer than their birth parents were. Rivera first, McKinnon second. The order wasn’t so certain anymore, though. Identity was something they’d always struggled with, especially as they got older. What was what and who they were weren’t questions they thought they’d need to answer with so much thought, and yet, here they were. With what they needed, but not everything they wanted, they were trapped. Nothing was simple as that anymore. And with a war, and even their identity in question, nothing could make it even close.

D E T A I L S :

☛ CANON INFORMATION : [ member of the McKinnon Family ]

☛ AFFILIATION : Neutral ( Order ally )

☛ BLOOD STATUS : pureblood

☛ AGE : 24

☛ FORMER HOUSE : Gryffindor

☛ TRAITS :

     Positives : loyal / considerate / persistent

     Negatives : over-trusting / dependent / self-conscious

☛ OCCUPATION : NQL assistant

C O N N E C T I O N S :

MARGARET MCKINNON, MARLENE MCKINNON, HERCULES MCKINNON : adopted siblings

MIRAPHORA MINA, MIRANDA DODGE, DEDALUS DIGGLE : close friends

ROSMERTA MALLOY, MOLLY WEASLEY, ANDROMEDA TONKS : admires

MOIRA PEAKES, PROTEUS TRAVERS, ALASTOR MOODY : terrified of

RUFUS SCRIMGEOUR, MUNDUNGUS FLETCHER : new friends

JAMES POTTER, SIRIUS BLACK, PETER PETTIGREW : curious about