#chamber of secrets AU

[mould-corner]

that would be so hillarious

id also like to consider the fan theory that the reason voldemort went so insane is the horcruxes, because the diary has ~half of his soul and voldemort only has like 0.78% of his soul (assuming horcruxes take half) perhaps diary riddle (riddle for the sake of shortness) is a more sane version of voldemort that still has the same goals from before.

obviously he’s a blood purist and hates muggles, but he’s also more politically inclined instead if mass murder. he was gathering followers at first for political sway instead of terror (hence why so many were encouraged to get ministry jobs and people such as the malfoys were in his more inner circle).

Imagine a riddle that is a teenager, yes, but a charming, highly politically skilled teenager. at that point riddle would likely put more value onto the lives of his followers and other purebloods, likely disliking voldemort’s efforts of pure terrorism. Riddle’s goals are obviously still shitty, but he would likely view voldemort’s as disgusting and unnecessary.

Consider: Dumbledore and Harry now having to deal with a mass-terrorist Voldemort and a politically popular Riddle at the same time, maybe having to compromise and cooperate with the lesser if two evils (presumably the less-insane Riddle) in order to defeat voldemort instead of battling against both at once. And obviously they intend to sway Riddle to their side but maybe they don’t succeed or he knows and lets them think they succeed.

OR diary Riddle never bothers opening the chamber of secrets to kill until he can outright take Ginny’s energy/lifeforce and bring himself back without opposition, maybe Harry meets him and thinks he’s some older student he hasn’t met yet. Consider a Harry and Riddle that actually become friends, “helping” each other through the trauma of Slytherin’s monster’s attacks. A Riddle that carefully reveals that he’s also a parseltongue, who uses his charm to play the part of an empathetic friend who doesn’t care for Harry’s fame.

Consider a Riddle that dislikes Voldemort, the two of them playing different games with similar goals, both disliking the threat the other poses.

could riddle actually have come out of the diary? if he could what would og voldemort have thought if he returned and met his other self?

I mean, we'll never know, he never got far enough.

He seemed to think so and he was at least projecting some kind of image and draining Ginny's life force. But this is one of those "your guess is as good as mine, we don't know enough about horcruxes".

As for what OG Voldemort would think? I imagine he'd think "Fuck" as well as "ugh" as he now as his stupid sixteen-year-old dramatic-cringe-self running around wanting to be emperor and getting very pissy with him for having been blown up by a baby and thinking he should totally be Lord Voldemort instead.

[crleonis]

Tom finding the basilisk.

This is my first attempt at like a comic so I rlly hope it’s not too bad 😭

[glassfag]

tomarry breaking bad au..... methcook dilfhunter boyfail harry being blackmailed into creating a criminal empire by his former chemistry teacher turned meth partner tom.... (and being kind of fine with it because the fucked up psychosexual mentor-mentee relationship they've got going on is rly doing it for him)

[iamnmbr3]

this is hilarious tho because this is from book 2. so that means that canonically Harry Potter, the Weasleys, Peter Pettigrew, and Lord Voldemort (in Horcrux form) all took a car trip together.

[squid1442]

He would in a literal sense burn the entirety of the Wizarding world for him

I’m finally done :,)

My editing skills suck ass but we’re gonna ignore that.

[righteousenjoymentofthunder]

thinking about an au where lucius, particularly inspired by the death eater raids at the world cup, decided to release tom riddle's diary into hogwarts in the chaos of the end of goblet of fire's world cup instead of in the chamber of secrets

[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 8: SLEEP DEPRIVATION

Isolation Chamber | Forced to Stay Awake | "Leave the lights on." (Coldplay, Midnight)

Here's Day 8 of @whumptober 2024, also Whumptober Alt Prompts- Secrets Revealed/Regret

Inner Child- the oldest Mikaelson brothers prove why they're the worst team as things go badly before they even leave the bedroom.

follows on from Under the skin

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Finn knows the moment the ‘itching under Elijah’s skin’ fades because his brother releases him and sits up all stiff posture as the return to their relative normal made any difference from any of this.

Mother had made Elijah unable to disobey Finn’s words, made keeping their distance from one another, as Finn’s short lived plan had been, impossible thank to the proximity enchantment, leaving Elijah is at the very least discomfort, but far more likely agony to drive Elijah to give in his stubbornness so quickly.

There was the possibility of him ordering Elijah away under the pretence of a task but it was far more likely that wouldn’t work, the enchantment would forced Elijah to complete the tasks quickly and have him return and ignoring his own discomfort of that, the empty eyed doll mother had show them, Klaus would not take that at all well.

So Mother had made Elijah into her puppet, a tool to manipulate the others and now Finn was left to clear or at least manage the mess she had made, while they still had Dahlia to deal with, something he still had find a way to explain and convince his siblings to deal with as the child was still alive and removing her was no longer on the table.

Briefly he thinks about ordering Elijah to deal with the child but he smothered the idea with horror, he wasn’t the monster Mother made them, Elijah would never forgive himself even if it wasn’t truly his fault and Finn wished to deal with Dahlia to get a chance to live.

Niklaus would no doubt make his death slow if he had a hand in the child's death, slower if he used Elijah.

Killing her Finn has to accept would be if mother had smothered Freya in her cradle and Finn would rather die and lose his few memories with his sister.

His first goal would be to find some way to lessen what mother had done. He was stuck working with them, the last thing he wanted was Klaus at his throat for every slip up or to say a poorly worded phase on his part and turn to see the empty doll mother had made of Elijah. 

“Elijah.” he called to get his attention as Elijah had started to fiddle with his clothes, uselessly as the state of them left it clear they were well past presentability, ceased, blood stained and torn at the edges.

An apt metaphor for their siblings currently.

“Can you let me into you mind?”

“Why?” he asked, eye narrowed with suspicion, Finn took a breath to remind himself Elijah was allowed it. He had had everything taken from him, they still had no idea how long mother had him after he had asked to be daggered.

“To see what effects mother’s spell had left, perhaps we can find a way to add to your mental shield, to give you more control against any accidental orders.” he explained, besides Elijah’s shield were impressive if they could find out how the spell got past them they would have a better idea of how to undo it.

“And those on purpose?” Elijah raised a brow at him.

“Elijah.” he sighed, “I didn’t want this, trust me.”

“It's not like I have a choice.” Elijah muttered after a moment before shifting to kneel in front of him 

“I am asking.” he reminded him.

“Fine.” Elijah conceded with a nod before placing two of his fingers to Finn’s temple.

He opened his eyes to a white hallway, he was familiar with Elijah’s mind, from waking in Mystic fall when Elijah had shared with him the basics of modern life, to spare him wasting his time re-learning everything.

It had spoken of Elijah’s talent to be able to do so without looking into Finn's mind at all, so he had never questioned why Finn already had a grasp of modern English, thanks to Klaus’ many rants to their coffins. The modern French, Spanish and Italian Elijah had placed in his mind could have been showing off but to Elijah it would have seemed necessary, especially given his plan of them travelling the world without Niklaus.

Finn refused to wonder what would have happened if mother hadn’t returned that night.

It quickly became clear the biggest difference was the complete absence of any doors; a few had the remains of them, broken pieces of wood hanging off swinging hinges.

White, pristine and utterly open.

It took him a moment to bring his open mental shield up to prevent himself being overwhelmed by centuries of Elijah’s memories and emotions. There was nothing to stop him from tearing through it all, forcing Elijah to relive his worst moments, finding his deepest secrets.

It was exactly what mother had wanted when she tortured him, like this it would have been so easy to push him to accept a new body. 

Finn could likely strip those memories Elijah held closest to his being, if he wanted with enough time and remade him anew. Suddenly he was relieved mother wanted a puppet to use against the others instead of her using her time with Elijah more creatively.

He reminded himself he was only able to have such access with Elijah’s help but mother could have gained the same by simply asking him, ordering him to let her into his mind where he would be just as powerless as she wiped-

Fear, terror and panic bloomed in his chest, cutting off his thoughts as familiar words carried across his mind.

“Let me out!”

He frown as he recognized it, his nightmare, his living hell alone trapped within the coffin, awake but-

“I’m here. Please!”

Desperate begging that was never heard, but what had cause it and why did it feel so distant like it wasn’t him-

“Brothers! Sister!”

Alone and in the dark as his siblings lived, in the early years clinging their shock visits for just a brief escape from the loneliness their voices brought, before he started to hate them, as those moments just made the isolation that followed worse.

“Let me out!” 

Finn flinched as he recognised Elijah’s voice even if he had never heard it in such as way and realises while it’s familiar but distance, it wasn’t his fear this time, it was Elijah living it because if he had needed to shield himself after Elijah’s mind then there was nothing shielding Elijah from his, the mind he had invited-brought into his mind. 

Centuries of being helpless and paralysed as the world moved on without outside the dark of his eyelids and the wood he was there but had never seen.

He should have questioned where Elijah was the moment he opened his eyes.

“I’m here, pl-”

“WAKE US UP NOW.” he ordered.

He opened his eyes to find them back on the bed in Elijah’s room, Elijah fingers were quickly pulled from him with a gasp.

“You have no mental shields.” He muttered faintly to himself, it was impressive given how strong Elijah’s shields had been, but then Mother had made Elijah himself the trigger of this mess, if he hadn’t shattered his younger self’s heart, it was likely they would have remained intact.

Still was it that bad because mother’s spell laid him open to her and Finn in particular or was it anyone. If it was at least just Finn and mother then once mother died it would be only one person Elijah was defenceless to.

As if being forced to obey them wasn’t bad enough, part of Finn was starting to wonder if this wasn’t just because of her longing for the innocent Elijah once was, but out of spite, to punish him for forcing her to go this far.

“You were awake.” Elijah’s horror forced him to look up from his musing, as the words were barely more than a whisper reminding him of the other issue he was trying not to delve on. “Alone, trapped, forced to be awake, all that time - if I-”

“-Had known, you would have freed me.” he finished disbelief clear.

“I’m sorry-“ Elijah apologised looking at him with wide eyes

“You’re only apologising because you felt it now,” he accused.

“No.” Elijah said, shaking his head, “you weren’t meant to be awake, if we knew we wouldn’t have left it.” Elijah reached out for his cuff sleeve as if that would make his words more credible.

“But you were fine before,” he replied, with an almost cafeless shug if not for the venom in his words “didn't care that I lost nine centuries of my life, alone in the dark.“

Elijah flinched curling inwards, likely at the fresh reminder of what he had just experienced, gutting Finn's anger, even as Elijah looked back at him trying to hide his reaction. He shouldn’t let his anger out of Elijah no matter how justified when he had helped mother strip him of most of his defences. 

And yet, the biting harsh words escaped him anyway,

“You mean it wasn’t easier to claim the role of oldest without me there?” he asked sardonically

“You were barely an older brother when you were there.” Elijah bit back, 

Finn pulled his sleeve from Elijah's grasp and kicked out, sending Elijah off balance and off the bed. He stood up from the bed and took a step back as Elijah sat up and glared at him from the other side of the bed.

“Why? Why did you leave me there, forgotten?” he demanded

“I never forgot you,” Elijah stood annoyingly gracefully as he raised himself up, “any of you, while you were in there I spent the last fifty years planning to kill Niklaus to avenge you.”

“Avenge?” he raised a brow

“He said he had thrown you all into the ocean, I had countless witches, search and found nothing.” Elijah explained, which finally answered why Finn hadn’t heard Elijah’s voice in the dark for so long until they were all undaggered in Mystic Falls, just Klaus and his complains of Elijah ‘getting close’ and ‘couldn’t he just give up’ 

“So that was the last fifty years, what about nine hundred years ago?”

Elijah’s lips thinned as he looked away, shoulders stiff.

“Tell me Elijah.” He ordered, ignoring the flash of guilt as Elijah shuddered for a moment before his body relaxed as he spoke, tone flat and empty.

“You were a comfort to Niklaus during the hunter's curse,” Elijah repeated the words he had said at the breakfast table, which felt so long ago now, “he was so paranoid and angry, expecting us to leave him every time. Kol fled to find a witch to break it, Rebekah was mourning her hunter and Niklaus blamed her.”

“How long was he cursed?” Finn asked

“52 years, 4 months, and 9 days.” Elijah recited.

“So why didn’t you undagger me then?”

“Niklaus-” Elijah started but Finn cut him off, noticing the twitch Elijah polite expression.

“Elijah, I want to know why you left me alone in that hell?”

“It was easier.” The words came out slowly as Finn watched Elijah break out of the almost trace his first demand had forced Elijah into.

“Easier?” he snapped,  “Why was I being out of the way easier for you if it wasn’t for your want of-”

“I was tired of your judging us,” Elijah spat the flat mild tone vanishing, “me for failing to control them, Klaus was worse after the curse, it broke something in him, Rebekah was angrier after her hunter’s betrayal,and Kol was mad he had been useless that there was a threat to us even his knowledge of magic couldn’t help.” Elijah paused for a moment clearly trying to think of what he needed to say to end the questions, “Finn, I wanted to undagger you, I wanted help protecting our family but we were never your first priority and I couldn't split my attention to watch over you self loathing everytime Sage wandered away.”

“So it was out of concern for me.” He snorted, as he realised Elijah hadn’t shaken the command and had managed to retaken some of his control by going along with it, “Don’t lie.” he added because he knew his brother if anyone found a loophole it would be Elijah.

“I’m not,” Elijah hissed, “you wanted the truth so I can't.” Elijah snapped harshly but Finn noticed something else appearing in his expression “You snide comments were little help when they only encouraged Kol to do worst and-” Elijah eyes widened as his hand flew to his mouth, making Finn realise it was panic that he had noticed “Finn stop this-” he pleaded making Finn freeze as he finally spotted the gathering wetness his his brother’s eyes, “I- I can’t- I even after so long I wanted my big brother, i-”

“Stop.” he ordered a moment too late leaving them both in a thick silence, Elijah glared at him as he stared back, he refused to give in, he had a right to his anger. The stiff way Elijah moved the hands he had tried to stifle himself to wipe his eyes made it very clear he had gone too far. “You can speak.” he added after several minutes when ELijah did nothing but glare.

“Our parents were terrible both, failed us in a numerous way, but you-”

“I was a child.”

“AS WAS I.” Elijah yelled, making them both jump slightly iat the volume before Elijah took a deep breath “after we were made into this, after mother death and we ran, I had hope.”

“Hope?” he asked, made into monsters fleeing from another what could Elijah have hope in that case he wondered.

“That without them, when it was just us, you could see beyond what you lost and see us.”

“You?” he huffed, “A bunch of glutton with little to no restraint”

“We were trying,” Elijah replied far to close to whining for his brother’s normal state, “that’s more than you ever did.”

“What?”

“You resented us,”Elijah accused, causing Finn to shut his mouth close, “for being born, for not being Freya, for replacing her. News for you brother, we didn’t have a choice in that.” Elijah finished letting the words hang.

The quiet stretched, the air appearing to grow heavier as it did.

“You can go.” he muttered as it got too much for him,  “just go, have a drink or shower, I know part of you needs to get changed.” he added as he noticed Elijah was still wearing the suit from that ‘breakfast’, dagger hole sitting centre of his chest beside those blood stains caused by his own fingers and mother’s blood on his collar. Those on Elijah’s face had dried and flaked off at some point, likely on his own shirt Finn thought disdainfully.

Looking down to find he was right saved him from Elijah’s eyes.

“Finn-”

“I don’t want to talk about this.” he said clearly, glancing up to catch Elijah’s eyes widened before he closed them

“Yes.” Elijah sighed before turning to leave.

Finn waited until Elijah’s footsteps faded before he flopped back onto the bed and picked up a pillow to scream into it.

It was too late for regret now he reminded himself but that did nothing to remove the weight of it.

Why was it always Elijah that managed to reduce him to feeling like a teenager, none of the others ever managed to get him back to snapping like a petulant child, he couldn't’;t even take solace with the fact Elijah had lost his composure as well this time either.  

This was the worst case, Finn hadn’t meant to cause any of that, he should have stopped the moment he realised he first commanded Elijah and yet he hadn’t, some part of him liked having the control.

Elijah had been a stubborn little brat, never listening to Finn, even when he was a toddler and Finn just wanted him to go away, to stop following him. Mother had made it worse when she placed looking after the younger ones on Ellijah’s shoulders and expected Finn to follow Elijah when it came to them.

Finn hadn’t cared at first, it saved him having to deal with them, the ones Mother and Father had to forget Freya.

At least Elijah, Freya had known about, had wanted.

I wanted my big brother.

When? When had he ever given Elijah enough of that idea to hold onto it? but then Elijah had always been stubborn, the toddler following him into snow higher than his legs proved that. 

He was stuck with them, even after the defeated Dahlia- if they defeated her, Elijah was stuck-trapped with him and Klaus would not be letting him leave with him.

Kol likely wouldn’t either when he discovered the full effect mother’s spell had placed on Elijah, even if he or Kol and his witch found a way to break the spell binding Elijah to him and his will, the damage to his mental shields was permanent.

Elijah had always had better mental defences even when they were human and Elijah barely noticed any of their attempts to get in his mind. Now it would take him decades to build up the most basic shields, even then any powerful witch could cripple him with little trouble. Finn was the only thing between that now.

I wanted my big brother.

It wasn’t right, Finn had just proved how unsuited for this he was, he was going to end up slipping up, either by honest accident or resentful spite, and yet 

‘Our parents were terrible both, failed us in a numerous way, but you-’ Elijah voice was persistent even without him there, he was right Esther and Mikael had failed all their children and countless ways.

‘You resented us,’ he couldn’t deny it, Elijah had been in his head without shields, it wasn’t just the coffin Elijah had seen and felt, he knew everything. 

‘we didn’t have a choice.’ he wanted to snap back that none of them had, Freya hadn’t had a choice when she was taken, he was four when Mother forced him to keep it quiet, what had Elijah wanted him to do? but he knew that, always had really.

Big brown eyes staring up at him from a messy mop of dark hair, Elijah had just wanted someone to see him, to care.

It wasn’t that hard to work out why Elijah was so foolishly entangled with Niklaus even if it was to both their detriment, Niklaus as a newborn had no expectations for Elijah, and the child that Elijah was would take anything for that attention.

The responsibility, the hardships, the punishments, back where father was still to attached to the idea of Niklaus to bring himself to punish him, Finn had been fine with it as it removed the shadow following him, left him alone as he had wanted.

A thousand years later and now Elijah had no idea what to be without it involving their siblings, and Finn was still  alone.

‘I wanted help protecting our family.’ Yet Elijah had still wanted to reach out, still hoped Finn could move past his grief to help them. He couldn’t forget Freya, couldn’t forget the day the monster had come for her and taken his other half, but now his siblings understood that fear, those feelings.

Elijah’s reaction to learning Finn had been awake was true horror, guilt and self hatred, even after everything Finn had done against his precious family. Yes mother’s spell had left Elijah far more emotional likely due to her wanting her little boy back, over the man she was the reason he grew into, but it hadn’t created those emotions it had simply stopped Elijah from hiding them.

‘You were barely an older brother when you were there.’ Elijah had snapped before Finn’s words stripped him of his defences.

Freya would have been so disappointed in him.

I can’t wait to meet him, Finn, we’re going to be the bestest big sister and brother. Freya confessed, eyes bright and grinning widely at him after mother sent them out days before She came and took her.

I wanted my big brother.

It was time Finn learnt to move on, for Freya, to beat the monster that stole her, save his niece from her fate and perhaps remembering the baby, born quiet in the shadow of her grief, he could step out of his parent’s failures.

The last thing he wanted was to join them as another familiar death caused by Klaus, and he would end up that way if he repeated anything like that where Klaus saw.

[total-shipper]

There you go a little new draw for future adventure of the Hogwarts AU!❤️

You all know what will came next…😈

Let me know what you think and I hope you like it!😊❤😘

[seaskate]

A Darker Form of Magic

A drawing that I did for one of my fics. The dagger makes me happy so I'm posting it.

[an-ecu-harrypotter-au]

TCS Part 7: Discrimination And Detention

I wake up early one morning and look at my cat.

"Tiger, today is my first Quidditch practice of the year. Time for breakfast."

He yawns as he gets out of his cage. I start to feed him and put on my Quidditch uniform.

"There you go. Tuck in."

I watch him eat for a while as I contemplate the upcoming day. This will be my first chance to use a real broom in our practice. Understanding how to handle a Nimbus 2001 after only having a training broom is essential.

"Meow."

I go to pet him. Then I stand up and grab my broom.

"Good boy. Now you behave, Tiger."

I immediately go down to the Quidditch pitch. Oliver is looking quite furious.

"Is there a problem captain?"

"Damned Slytherin got permission to use the field. Now we have to split it to practice."

"Why would they need to practice this early? Surely this has happened before."

Oliver groans and points at a Slytherin boy.

"Captain Marcus Flint managed to get a new Seeker. Some pikey named Jodie."

I'm not aware of that term but it must have been offensive since the older boy goes right over.

"Ya wanna say that again mate?!"

"You heard me. You can try all you want, but you're not gonna beat our Seeker. Jacklin here's got the best broom in the world."

I don't appreciate Oliver getting me involved. I had absolutely nothing to do with this and now I find myself looking right up at the tall boy.

"Well well well. Lil princess thinks she's tuff just cause she's got a fancy broom?"

"No actually, I don't think that way."

"Aww you scared of gettin yerself flattened by the big scary Slytherin boy? That you think I'm gonna knock you right outta the sky and fall right on yer bum."

"Of course not. I'm not scared at all. It doesn't matter what House you're in. Anyone who wants to catch the Golden Snitch just as much as I do is simply competition. I would much rather lose a fair match because you caught the Golden Snitch first, than win knowing another Seeker held back from being competitive due to me being smaller."

He leans in closer to me.

"Oh you better believe me princess that I ain't gonna be goin easy on ya just because yer a lil girl."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way. In fact, I wish you the best of luck with your practice."

Perhaps it was my Veela charm of being unable to say anything that would incite an aggressive response, but Jodie seems at least respect me as a competitor. He simply smirks and walks back to his team.

"Jacklin are you alright? What were you thinking trying to talk to him by yourself?"

I turn to Oliver.

"I was only holding my own while de-escalating the situation from your bickering. Jodie knows I have more up close and personal experience than him. He simply wanted to try to use his physical size as a way to intimidate me, but I'm not afraid. Seekers have to be small to have a greater velocity so his size will actually be a disadvantage. Besides, he knows that his captain will bench him if he gets too many costly penalties. He wouldn't be in any position to brag if those penalties caused Slytherin to lose games. So long as I just focus on myself and Gryffindor, that's all that needs to be done."

I believe that's all that needs to be said. I never really believed in a black and white mentality that Slytherin was bad while Gryffindor was good. I know a lot of it has to do with what our parents have been through, but why should we put that on each other?

"Alright, but be careful. You know the worst thing they're going to do is try to injure you and make it look like an accident."

"I understand that captain."

We all line up as we get ready to start our first practice for the year.

Toby's POV

Ah wake up and head downstairs to see Jacklin ain't there. Holly's sittin at the table with her diary.

"Holly where'd Jacklin go?"

"Oh, uh... Don't ya remember Toby? Jacklin has her practice today."

"But it ain't even breakfast."

Holly shakes her head.

"Jacklin tol me that its better ta fly on an empty stomach so ya don't get sick."

"Oh right she said that! Ah gotta get somethin real quick."

Ah go back to mah room and grab mah banner.

"Awright, let's go."

"Ok, Toby."

Ah make mah way down to watch the first practice a the year with Holly.

"Ya like mah banner Holly?"

"Yeah. Ya really made that yerself, Toby?"

"Yep. Jacklin made it as the Seeker last year so Ah made a banner ta cheer on the team."

We get to the field an Ah'm amazed to see Slytherin there too.

"Oh no not Slytherin."

"Huh? Wha happened, Holly?"

"Some of the boys were mean ta mah friend, Tim. They called him a mud-blood."

Ah stop for a second before sittin down in the stands.

"What'd Tim do?"

"Nothin. We didn't know what it meant but the boys were laughin so that tells me it's somethin mean."

Ah watch the practice an Ah wonder if Ah should ask Jacklin what it means. Cause if it's as bad as some a what Ah remember momma used to be called this'll be real bad.

"Toby can ya tell me how this sport works?"

"Well Ah can try. Jacklin'd do a better job though."

Ah do mah best ta teach Holly what Quidditch's all bout. Ah think Ah did a good enough job cause Holly don't look all that confused.

Time Skip

Practice is over and Jacklin comes over to us once we get down from the stands.

"Good morning Toby and Holly. Why do you look concerned?"

"Uh Jacklin. Is it bad if somebody calls ya a mud-blood?"

Jacklin looks horrified and Ah jus know it's gonna be bad.

"Who said that word?"

"Some a the Slytherin boys called mah friend that."

"My goodness!"

Ah look at Jacklin and Ah gotta ask why.

"Just how bad's it ta use that word?"

"There's a reason why I prefer to use the term humans. That's the nicest way to describe people who can't use magic at all. Most older wizards use the term muggle though."

"Why?"

"Because it sounds like muddle as in to mix up or confuse which refers to humans being confused about how the magic world operates. My father considers it to be demeaning but not necessarily a bad word. Mud-blood however... it's a very foul name to use. Pure-blooded wizards would use it to refer to human born wizards because they saw human born wizards as beneath them. That's because humans are not as protected from illness and injury. In their opinion, a wizard having a child with a human only takes away their pure blood or muddies up their genetics."

Ah can't help but let mah jaw drop. Suddenly all a what Pacer's said about the caste system's makin all too much sense.

"So yer sayin that it's a really really bad word?"

"Yes. In fact I feel wrong just for even quoting it as a definition."

Some Slytherin boys about Holly's age comes up.

"All right Kwimper. We dealt with your mate Tim."

"Please, Vince just leave us alone!"

"I don't think so. You're next you filthy mud-blood!"

Ah don't even know what happened. All Ah know's one minute we're goin inside then next minute, Ah'm in McGonagall's office. She looks real shocked to see me but still wants to seem professional.

"Mr. Kwimper. I was not expecting to see you here because of an emotional outburst."

"Huh? Whoa. Professor Ah don't really know wha happened. Ah jus remember hearin that one a the Slytherin boys, Ah think his name was Vince, called mah sister Holly... Ah dunno if Ah'd get in trouble fer sayin it."

She takes a good look at me then takes a breath.

"Perhaps you can write it down."

"Ok."

Ah take a quill and start writin out the word.

"Ah know it'd probly be somethin ya wouldn't believe but Jacklin was there too. She heard 'em say it since this was all as we were goin back inside. Ah dunno if she tried stoppin me but Ah just remember bein so... angry."

"Are you done writing the word you say Mr. Everett said?"

"Yes Ah am."

Ah turn it around and McGonagall sees the paper. Ah think she wants to be outraged while still bein fair.

"Thank you, Mr. Kwimper. I will ensure that Professor Snape as well as the Headmaster is aware of this situation. Be that as it may, you still attacked a student. I'm afraid that will be 50 points from Gryffindor. I will have to send an owl to your father and give you detention."

Ah dunno how to feel and can't control mahself anymore. Ah just know Pop's gonna yell at me. Dumbledore might kick me outta Hogwarts and. and.

"Mr. Kwimper."

Ah try mah best to look at McGonagall but it's hard when mah eyes burn from cryin.

"Have a biscuit."

She points at the lil tin on her desk and all Ah can do's hold out mah hand. Ah just can't get mah arm to go an take one mahself. She puts one in mah hand and it takes all Ah can to put it in mah mouth.

"Are you feeling a little better?"

Ah just start rockin back and forth while Ah eat. Biscuit's got cream in it which kinda helps me calm down a bit. Ah'm able to say somethin once Ah finish.

"Thank you. Ah think Ah'm so off from not havin breakfast, ma'am."

"Now that you are able to focus again, as Head of House I have decided on what your detention will be."

Ah gulp thinkin it's gonna be somethin scary.

"Yes ma'am."

"You will be assisting Professor Lockhart with his fan mail this upcoming Friday after your lunch period. You will be able to leave once the task is finished or it is time for dinner."

Ah let out a big sigh.

"Ah understand Professor."

"Good. You may go now, Mr. Kwimper."

Ah stand up an leave ta go ta breakfast. Ah dunno if Ah'm even gonna be able ta eat. Ah feel so sick Ah awmost fall over at the table.

"Toby what happened?"

"Ah got detention."

Holly looks so upset.

"Ah'm sorry ya got in trouble, Toby."

"Holly he called ya a bad word. It ain't like Ah knew Ah was gonna hit 'em. It jus sorta happened."

Probably why Ah'm shakin all over. Ah don't even remember what Ah even did to Vince.

"I don't think Professor McGonagall is truly mad at you, Toby. She has to show that she isn't biased by taking away points and punishing you. You did break a rule by fighting another student after all."

Ah sigh and rub mah eyes.

"Ah didn't hurt Vince too bad did Ah? Ah really don't remember much a anythin after Vince said that word."

"Vince is in the Hospital Wing and will have a black eye, but I don't think he's that injured. If anything I think he was more caught off guard by that outburst. I was able to pull you back before you could do anymore. You sort of went limp from there and it was all I could do to take you to Professor McGonagall's office."

"Oh. Ok."

Ah try to start eatin. Then Ah realize Ah got a lotta stuff eatin at me on the inside. Ah gotta get it out before Ah get sick.

"Who was the blond Slytherin Jacklin? He kept makin mean looks at ya."

"Oh that was my new competition, Jodie Tatum. Since Terrence Higgins graduated last year, Slytherin needed to find a new Seeker. Therefore, they decided to practice today as well. Jodie is a Fifth year and won the Seeker position, but he's never practiced with the team until today. In November, this will be his first game as well."

"So he's older but yer kinda more experienced."

"Yes although there's more tension between him and Captain Oliver. Not even Slytherin's Captain Marcus Flint bickered as much with him last year."

Ah squint at her. Tension ain't ever good and after what just happened Ah don't wanna get involved in any more of it.

"Why? What'd who say ta who?"

"Jodie seemed to take offense to being called a pikey by the captain."

"Wha's that mean?"

"I'm afraid I don't know. I'll send a letter to my father to ask him about it. It certainly isn't a magic related term."

Ah shake mah head and push mah plate way. Ah'm jus too shaken like a rattler to eat right now.

"Ah gotta take a nap."

"Alright then, Toby. That should settle your stomach."

Ah go up to mah room and go to sleep. It's quiet in the dorm so Ah'm feelin better already.

Time Skip

It's Tuesday and Ah'm really dreadin Pop's letter. Ah just know he's gonna send me a real long letter yellin at me. Ah've been sick to mah stomach since Ah got the punishment and Ah jus want all this to be over with.

"Toby I think the mail's here."

Ah gulp as Ah see Buckbeak land on the table.

"Buck do ya think it's gonna be bad?"

Ah go to stroke his feathers and he lets me as if to say it ain't gonna be too bad.

"Thanks Buck. Ya would've bit me if Pop was real mad right?"

He hoots and Ah nod.

"Ok. You can go back ta yer house now."

He hoots and takes off. Ah got mah eyes closed so Ah can't see the letter.

"Are you alright Toby?"

"Ah don't even wanna look at this Jacklin. What color did ya say it's gotta be ta know if Ah'm in real trouble?"

"It would have to be red and get increasingly hotter if your Pop sent you a Howler."

Ah feel around it.

"It ain't gettin hotter. Jus feels like paper."

"It isn't red either so I don't believe you have a Howler in your hands."

Ah open one eye and see it's just a normal letter.

"Pop probly knows Ah'd cover mah ears if ya said they're real loud. It could still be real mean. Holly you open it since yer a Kwimper."

"Oh awright."

She takes the letter outta mah hands. Ah guess she's readin it before tellin me if it's bad.

"Well what'd he say Holly?"

"Pop said at first he was disappointed in ya for hittin Vince. Then he saw that... word and wrote a letter to Jacklin's dad. When he got a reply sayin that it was a very foul name, he became proud a you."

Ah open mah eyes.

"He did?"

"Yeah. Even though he still don't want ya hittin other kids, he's proud that ya stood up for me. That it's a good thin yer learnin about what's ok to say and what isn't."

Ah take the letter and read it before droppin it on the table.

"Ah've been feelin sick only for Pop ta be basically ok wit all this?!"

Ah feel two hands on mah back.

"Isn't that a good thing? You can finally stop worrying about the unknown."

"Yeah Toby, Pop won't send ya a letter like that only to punish ya once we get home. He ain't like that right?"

Ah drink some water to clear the head fuzzies.

"Well no. Probly cause he knows Ah don't..."

Ah wave mah hands around to think on how to finish the sentence.

"Handle stress real well. And that he knows what it's like ta have someone he loves have rude things said ta them."

"I didn't know this Toby. What was said to you?"

Ah look at Jacklin.

"Kids callin me different ways a sayin dumb weren't nearly as bad ta Pop as when adults used ta say rude things bout mah momma bein Cherokee."

Holly covers her mouth like she gets it and now it's Jacklin's turn ta feel confused.

"You mean people would say rude things because she was a Native American?"

"Yeah. Um... Ah don't know what type a bad words Ah'd be able ta say. Only that Ah know Pacer's Indian an momma wasn't. Didn't seem ta stop people from sayin she was. Even called 'er Pocahontas cause she was a Native woman who married Pop who's white."

Ah'm squeezin mah hands together because Ah think Ah figured out why Ah just blacked out when Vince called Holly that bad word.

"Ya don't need to say anythin else Toby. Ah understand what ya mean."

"Yes I think you've explained yourself enough for now."

Ah take a breath.

"Well. Least Ah don't gotta worry bout what Pop's gonna say. Now Ah jus gotta get through mah detention an it'll all be over."

"And that's all you need to think about, Toby."

Now that Ah feel better Ah start eatin breakfast. After all it's gonna be a long way to Friday.

Time Skip

It's Friday afternoon and Ah just finished lunch. Ah start makin mah way to detention.

"You do know where Professor Lockhart's office is right Toby?"

"Yeah Ah do cause Holly told me she'd go ta the 2nd floor corridor for extra credit or whatever."

"I see. Well good luck with your detention. I'll see you at dinner."

Ah sigh and start headin up the stairs.

"Ah jus hope nothin's gonna be too loud or bright for me. Ah ain't gonna be able ta handle it."

Ah show up at Lockhart's office an knock on the door.

"Ah, Mr. Kwimper. I'm sure this must be an honor for you to help me with my fan mail."

Ah dunno what to say outside a the truth. His office don't look bright at all. Kinda cozy actually.

"Ah'd definitely rather do this than somethin like cleanin up the dungeons."

"Yes I understand. Of course helping me with my fan mail is no easy task. I do after all get hundreds of letters a day ever since I arrived at Hogwarts."

Ah sit down at a desk.

"How's this gonna work, Professor?"

"Well dear boy, all you need to do is write my thank you note on every letter. Then you hand it to me to sign."

"Oh. Ah can do that, sir."

"Yes. I'm sure you can. Here's the first letter."

Ah grab a quill and start writin. At some point Ah start havin a vision a me writin in a journal. Then Ah jump when Ah hear "Blood. I want blood."

"Did ya hear that, Professor?"

He looks up at me.

"Pardon me?"

"Those voices."

He chuckles.

"Headmaster warned me about you. I heard no such thing. Now let's get back to work. Don't want you leaving for dinner late."

Not wantin to argue Ah just get back to work. This' somethin Ah gotta ask Jacklin about anyway.

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[the-winters-prince]

I would never ship Lleu and Athy because Athy deserves better than a man who projects his brother on teenagers and pushes them to act like him. But Medraut and Athy? Girl who acts like her dead mom to survive and guy who compensonates for being the least favourite sibling by fucking his parent? Devoured my son insane levels of parental issues. They should fuck and procreate. I want to know what the offspring looks like (blonde blue eyed and highly depressed probably)

[roseburning]

I want a Good!Tom Riddle that is NOT Tom X Harry!

I recently read Chamber of Secrets for the first time and, as someone who watched the movies first, I was genuinely surprised about how much I relate to Ginny Weasley!

Tom Riddle is incredibly charming and, just like little Ginny, I completely fell for it (even though I knew he was Voldemort all along). I just couldn't help it, he plays the role of the sweet, innocent Golden Boy too well!! I genuinely felt sorry for him when he started blushing while talking about the orphanage he lived in 💔

Obviously it's just a facade, a mask he wears to manipulate people and not his real self. I'm not at all trying to somehow justify the actions of Lord Voldemort. I'm just saying that, like Ginny and Harry, I fell for him.

But when I decide to search online for Alternative Universes where he was actually this prince charming with a heart of gold (*hyperbole*) that he pretended to be, I only found disgusting Tomarry smut.

I do understand that this is a crack ship that shouldn't be taken seriously, but damn, I must say I'm deeply disappointed and sad. Apparently, Tom Marvolo Riddle can only be "good" when the author wants him to fuck Harry James Potter.

And those fanfiction don't even base his "good side" on what we actually see him performing in the book, but apply the most generic and cliche 'cold, no feelings boyfriend and only y/n can made him love again' personality, but y/n is just called Harry.

I'm deeply mad at this fandom. Tom Riddle could be such a layered and complex characters if we consider his Golden Boy Persona as real, or at least something he's trying to be.

I know that J.K. Rowling dives more deep into his past in later books and I currently only read books 1 and 2, but from I could see, good!Tom Riddle (canon based + a bit of my headcanons): Comes from a negligent (possibly abusive) household that he much rather not go back to;

Tries to be the perfect boy in school, in a desperate quest for acceptance;

Tries to do what he judges right, even if it hurts other people or himself, it's for the greater good;

Does not have actual friends because he can't bond with people (and some people think he's just a show off);

Is a Teacher's Pet because he subconsciously wants validation;

Spent 5 years trying to learn more about who he and his mother's family are;

(Probably has a pet Basilisk — who might or not have killed Myrtle);

Gets along better with snakes than humans, because he doesn't need to try so hard around them.

Speaks Parseltongue in his sleep.

I'm fully aware that it also sounds very cliche, and I the need to say that as I, myself, don't ship Tom and Harry at all, I'm not here to hate this ship or on its shippers. “Ship and let ship.„ You do you, guys. I can understand how the whole Dark Mirror situation could have been appealing to some.

I just wanted to vocalize my frustrations about this damn ship basically monopolizing the "Good Tom Riddle" tag on Ao3.

I'd love fanfiction recommendations about it if you have some <3

(I also think we should talk about more about the friendship between Tom Riddle and Ginny Weasley, but this is a talk for another post. Anyway, if you got some platonic recommend for them, I'd love to read! <3)

For the love of Merlin, fanon is not canon and this doesn't justify Voldemort's actions at all.

Love ya!

[thereviewstudio]

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - J.K. Rowling

Image taken from Jactionary

Rating: 5 / 5

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"Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" is a masterpiece that stands out as my favourite entry in the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. This third instalment takes the wizarding world to new heights, delivering an enchanting blend of mystery, magic, and character development that captivated me instantly.

One of the most remarkable aspects of this book is how it effortlessly evolved from the more childish beginning of "Philosopher's Stone" into a darker and more complex narrative. The story takes a much more mature turn, delving into themes of the past, friendship, and identity, which made it relatable and engaging to read this book growing up alongside Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Rowling's world-building continued to amaze me, with the introduction of the Marauder's Mapa and new creatures such as Hippogriffs, which added intrigue and depth to the Hogwarts setting. The expansion of the wizarding world with locations like the Shrieking Shack and Hogsmeade added layers to the story, which made the universe feel more lived-in and expansive.

The character development in this novel is nothing short of extraordinary. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all face growth and personal challenges, and their evolving friendship is a central theme. Harry's struggle to come to terms with his history and identity is particularly relatable and poignant, making him a more sympathetic and well-rounded character.

One of the most memorable and my favourite, aspects of the book is the introduction of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, two complex and multi-dimensional characters who challenge the preconceived notions of evil and good in the wizarding world. Their presence in the story added ambiguity that elevated the storyline even more.

The plot itself is a thrilling rollercoaster ride, filled with unexpected twists and turns. The mystery surrounding Black's true intentions and the truth about what happened to Harry's parents kept me on the edge of my seat. The revelation about the time-travel element and the Marauder's Map added complexity that further showcased Rowling's storytelling prowess.

Furthermore, "Prisoner of Azkaban" perfectly addressed themes of injustice and the consequences of one's actions, as exemplified by the wrongly accused Sirius Black. It teaches valuable life lessons about forgiveness, empathy, and the importance of looking beyond appearances.

In terms of criticism, it is difficult to find fault with "Prisoner of Azkaban". You could argue that the time-travel angle can be confusing, but it actually adds to the story's complexity and richness. Additionally, while the book is darker than its predecessors, it is precisely this evolution that made it so compelling for me.

In conclusion, "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" successfully takes the series to a new level of maturity while retaining the magical charm that has enchanted me from the beginning. This book is not just a pivotal moment in the Harry Potter series; it is a timeless classic that continues to resonate with me to this day.

[hyperfixatingeveryday]

i'm still looking for someone to RP as Harry with me playing Draco in a Drarry single parents AU!! no terfs, only switches and literate rps with time to develop the idea<3 dm to talk about it

[dbphantom]

Thought process: wow I have so many tabs open on my Firefox what the hell was I do-

Carry on.

[alice-hazelwood]

OK, so y'all hear me out. Does anyone else think that it's a tad bit sketchy that the Weasleys won the lottery right after the second year? Like Ginny was targeted that year, that much everyone knows and done so by the Malfoys. Harry put this together and he confronted Malfoy about it. (Harry also told Ron who should have told his family.) So isn't it sketchy that they won the lottery? And again everyone knows that the Malfoys have their fingers deep in the ministry of magic. So obviously the Malfoy are trying to cover this up with bribery. But honestly, now I'm thinking about if the adult Weasleys knew about it, like did they put this together? and if so does that mean that they willingly accepted a bribery bout the almost murder of their daughter? Because as far as I'm aware Ginny got no help other than a visit to the SCHOOL NURSE. As far as I'm aware the Malfoys were never punished for that, and like sure people watched them more closely but they were already being watched from the war. So yeah that's my thoughts on it. If someone else has already pointed this out could y'all let me know? Also, I haven't slept in 24 hours so ignore any grammar mistakes and just let me know.