#dark george weasley

[thatonepersonwhocantwrite]

Yandere merman George weasley x reader

Trigger warnings yandere themes and kidnapping don't read if it makes you uncomfortable

This is a long one so y'all are in for a ride

I don't condone this behavior in real life. If you have a relationship in rl that's toxic or in rl yandere, please get your ass out, please.

You had been told many times not to go close to the sea however you never listened you always felt the sea was calling you. Maybe if you had listened to your friends not to go to the sea you wouldn't be where you were now.

You had found a mermaid er sorry a merman washed up on the shore around two or three months ago tangled in fishing nets. He thrashed around more when he saw you coming his way. " DON'T TOUCH ME!" He yelled. " It’s ok. I'm not going to hurt you. " You replied in what you hoped was a soothing tone as you started cutting away at the fishing net. " I'm sorry for assuming you were going to hurt me. " He said. Now that he had stopped struggling, you could get a better look at him, and Merlin was he beautiful. He had ginger hair and brown eyes his tail was a beautiful silver color.

" It's ok. Most people would harm a magnificent creature like yourself, but I'm not most people." You replied. " I see that now. I'm George. " George said. " I'm Y/n." You replied. That was the start of a beautiful friendship and your worst nightmare. You would be George once every other day. Eventually, he insisted you meet each other every day. George had grown obsessed with you he knew he had to have you. You weren't like the other humans who he had heard stories of you were ugly you were quite stunning and you definitely weren't greedy and evil no you were the opposite of that a sweetheart who he had to have but first he needed to find a way to turn you into a mermaid.

" Hey Freddie?" George asked. " Yes, George?" Fred replied." Say theoretically if you wanted to turn someone into a mermaid. How would you do that? George asked his twin. Fred paused what he was doing to look at his younger twin brother. " Is this about the human Y/n? I think her name was." Fred asked his twin.of course Fred knew about you, he had gone looking for George that night. You found George washed up on the beach. Fred was about to go save his brother from you when he saw you do something unexpected. You helped him back into the water." Just answer the question, Fred." Fred sighed before answering.

" Well, there is the legend about the plant that can turn anyone into anything, or you can still our dads powerful staff." Fred replied." Thank you, Freddie ! " George exclaimed. So that night, George stole his father's kings staff and turned you into a mermaid. That's how you ended up a mermaid and where you were now. Locked in George’s room in the underwater castle. The door opened, and in came George and his clone??! The mermaid next to George looked almost exactly like George. However, instead of an all silver tail his tail fins where black while the rest of his tail was silver.

" Hello love!" George exclaimed excitedly and swam over to hug you, but you just backed away clumsy since you weren't used to your tail yet. " I want to go home. " You muttered. " You are home, my beautiful seashell." George replied, and the other merman cleared his throat. " Should I come back?" The other merman asked. " No, stay, Freddie. Y/n, this is my twin Fred. Fred, this is my love Y/n ." George said to which Y/n just looked away. " Awww, come on, love, don't be like that. " George said." I'll come back later. " Fred said . After Fred left . " Y/n, I know you're scared, but you'll adjust eventually. " George said

You just looked away, and George sighed. " Is there something particular you want for supper?" George asked still, no answer. " I'll be back with your supper, love. I hope you know I only did this because I love you and didn't want you to be tainted by the cruel human life. " George said. He left to go get your dinner. You knew one thing for sure you should have never gone near .

[blac-ivy]

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Two Devils and an Angel

Dark!George Weasley x Reader x Dark!Fred Weasley

18+ dark themes, dub con, yadere themes, no incest, no Y/N, female mc

This is an AU. I am building a new world.

He is a perfect gentleman.

He is handsome, has a kind heart, and has a voice that could make angels cry.

My heart races when I am around him.

Yet I can’t help but desire the darkness.

I wish to be consumed by it.

I need to be devoured by them.

“Fred!” I scream his name as my fingers work circles around my sensitive nub.

My back arches as my legs wrap around my fingers. I squeeze them tight as I feel my juices leak out and soak on to my sheets.

I am completely and utterly soaked.

I pull my fingers out and guilt blooms in my stomach. I had said it. I had said my desire outloud. There was no taking it back now.

I can never forgive myself if he heard.

I am a monster.

I am a vile creature that must be punished.

The next morning, my boyfriend greets me with a kiss. “Good morning, my precious angel. Sleep well?” He asks. His gaze concealed a mischievous plan. “Think of me?” My eyes flash to the man behind him. Fred smirks at me. My body melts into George’s and shame creeps up my throat as my panties grow wet with need. “Always, George.” It’s only a partial lie. I had thought of George last night, but I had also thought of the man standing next to him.

“Oh my angel,” his voice sends flutters to my stomach. “Why don’t we skip class? Fred will collect our work for us.” His lips press into my neck, never once looking towards his brother. My eyes sinfully connect with Fred’s and in my haze, I mistake his annoyance for lust. “Of course dear brother,” Fred sighs. His gaze holds mine for a second too long and then he leaves.

“Fuck angel,” His fingers dance under my robe. “Tell me what you did last night,” I whisper my confession in his ear as he pushes me back to his and Fred’s room. We stumble into the dark room as he rips my robe off, the Gryffindor crest shining bright against the black backdrop. He drops to his knees in front of me and pulls my panties to the side.

I scream out as his tongue dances on my clit. “Keep talking angel. Tell me how you touched yourself.” His fingers dig into my thighs as my legs shake from the orgasm that has yet to stop. “Tell me how many times you finished.” My back presses into the cold wall as my body shakes with the power of another climax. My voice shakes as I confess.

His tongue swirls around my clit as I continue to spasm with pleasure. My juices cover his face as I try to keep talking. He continues to eat me out until I beg him to stop. He stands up and lifts me off the ground. He gives me a false sense of hope when he strips down. My mouth waters at the sight of him. “What else, my angel?” His eyes darken as he advances on me. My knees hit the back of the bed and my legs continue to tremble from the pleasurable assault. “That’s it, George.” His tongue tisks at the top of his mouth. I feel tears well up in my eyes. He presses a hand into my stomach, forcing me onto the bed. He takes a step back as I watch his cock grow and harden. He looks at me like I am the most delectable meal he has ever seen.

“I don’t think you are being honest me, angel.” He grabs his wand and whispers a binding spell. My hands are stuck to the sides of the small bed. Roughly he grabs my ankles and yanks the towards his broad shoulders. I am completely open to him. His gaze never leaves my exposed cunt. His finger slowly circles my clit. A scream rips through me. His fingers thrust into me. “Whose name did you scream last night?” I gasp and try to pull away from his fingers. He pulls my hair back and forces my gaze on him.

His fingers thrust into me again, hitting my g-spot. My back arches off the bed. “Yours!” I scream as I feel the high coming. He continues to thrust his fingers in me, pulling them out, and thrusting them back in. My body continues to shake and jerk with the intensity of the pleasure. “Who else?” My eyes roll back into my head and then… and then it’s gone. I pull my hands, the invisible rope digging into my sensitive skin. My body is burning with desire for what was so crully taken away from me. “George, please. Baby I love you. Please.” Tears are running down my face.

George is an angel. He is light. But he laughs. “George!” I scream at him. He leans down on top of me. His fingers trailing up my body. I reach up to press against him as his fingers brush my inner thighs, up my stomach, and past my sensitive buds. His length presses against my abused clit. “Angel?” My chin is held roughly between his fingers. He presses against me, holding me in place.

I want to cry. I want to scream. I want to cum. But I can do none of these things. I am trapped under George and his sadistic game. Who knew my light angel could be so dark? Oh, how I love it. In that moment I decide to be brave and accept the darkness that was all too welcoming. “Fred! I said, Fred. I love you, George, I promise. I don’t know why I did it. I just did.” The moment the words leave my lips his cock slides into me. I scream his name.

He pulls out and thrusts back in. I am being used by George and I don't care. He is a good man and an amazing lover. He will be the end of me, but I can't help but want him to be. "Good girl." He whispers into my ear as he starts to move. “My angel,” he grunts. His hips are moving faster. His thrusts are becoming harder. His grip on me is tight. I feel the high coming. His lips crush on mine as I feel my body release. I scream into his mouth.

My body is convulsing with pleasure. My heart is beating so fast I think I will pass out. He continues to pound into me. His movements are becoming sloppy. His cock is throbbing inside me. He pulls out and I feel his cum coat my stomach.

"I love you, Angel," he whispers into my ear as we lay there panting. The binds that hold my hands disappear. “You’re not mad?” I ask. I need him to say he isn't mad. I need to hear it. He pulls away from me and stares at me. "He loves you too. We both love you and want you more than anything.” His eyes glaze over. “We understand that it is a lot, so we didn’t want to push you. We wanted you to choose both of us.” My mind spins with his confession.

"But how? How could you both love me?" I ask. George chuckles and runs his fingers through my hair. "Because you are our angel.” I snuggle into him as he kisses my forehead.

"I love you, George."

When her breathing evens out the voice in the dark speaks. “I have been patient enough, brother.” Fred’s shadow stands and moves toward the large bed. The crest of Godric Gryffindor the only color on his all-black suit. He walks to the edge of the bed and sits down. He brushes her hair from her face and takes her hand. "We have done it your way and she has chosen us," he says as he runs his finger along her palm.

The darling angel shifts in the bed, pressing her body closer to George and opening herself up to Fred. George grunts in agreement. “Tomorrow I shall make her mine and then she can be ours.”

He slips his hand from hers and runs his fingers along her chest. She shivers and moans. Fred pulls back his hand and watches the darling angel. George's arm tightens around her.

Fred chuckles and stands. "Tomorrow, brother, is my day. I shall take my leave and let you get some rest." George pulls the angel closer to him. Fred walks to the door and opens it. "Fred." He looks back at George. "We shall all take our turn with her soon." George nods and Fred leaves the room.

George kisses the angel's neck and she moans. He smirks and takes her into his arms.

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A narrative thread I find interesting is Family As Teachers and how characters influence and mirror each others’ abilities in familial dynamics - particularly in sibling/"twin" dynamics - which is fitting in a society where children’s magical education seems entirely controlled by their families until age 11 when they start Hogwarts and intermittently afterward. This theme is reflected in Ollivander’s words in DH while discussing the mystery of the twin cores and general wandlore with Harry:

"The best results [...] always come where there is the strongest affinity between wizard and wand. These connections are complex. An initial attraction, and then a mutual quest for experience, the wand learning from the wizard, the wizard from the wand"

You even have the three Peverell brothers inventing the three Hallows together to conquer death

Fred and George - as the actual siblings/twins, the most in tune - drop out and invent Weasley's Wheezes together, shared sense of humor via a literal Joke Shop. They find the Marauders' Map ("This little beauty’s taught us more than all the teachers in this school"). This twin duo sometimes turns into a trio - see post about Hermione’s contributions to their inventions in my meta Hermione As Teacher and Connections to Lily (who eventually joins the Weasley family, so like a sister to them); and additionally the twins’ best friend Lee Jordan helping them:

Fred and George Weasley with their friend Lee Jordan, all three of whom were carrying large paper bags crammed with Zonko’s merchandise Fred and George appeared finally to have perfected one type of Skiving Snackbox, which they were taking turns to demonstrate to a cheering and whooping crowd […] Lee Jordan, who was assisting the demonstration, was lazily vanishing the vomit at regular intervals with the same Vanishing Spell Snape kept using on Harry’s potions. (OoTP)

George then mentions utilizing Vanishing into their fireworks: (“Oh, I hope she tries Vanishing them next…They multiply by ten every time you try”). Snape’s skill at Vanishing ties to dynamic with Mcgonagall as she’s shown teaching 5th years Vanishing Spells in OoTP, and later in the book LV’s emphasized as weaker in Conjuration with his conjured shield, unsurprising given Dumbledore was his Transfiguration teacher.

THE MARAUDERS - James and Sirius collaborate on the Marauders' Map (with Remus; shared sense of humor built into it via insulting Snape), two-way mirrors called "twin" mirrors in DH; James's wand is "excellent for Transfiguration", he's a confirmed prodigy and Sirius is equal to him - both Animagi, McGonagall's favorites ("Both very bright, of course—exceptionally bright"), Sirius goes "I don’t need to look at that rubbish, I know it all" re: Transfiguration textbook; looking to create a new identity from his family's Dark magic, Sirius's interest in Transfiguration likely stemmed from James. Equal in DADA (finish the OWL early, "I’ll be surprised if I don’t get Outstanding on it at least" "Me too"), hex people together.

Remus - Dark Creatures interest from his father (Lyall was "a world-renowned authority on Non-Human Spiritous Apparitions" such as "poltergeists, Boggarts and other strange creatures") shown in Remus with Peeves and the Boggart lesson. A possible hint of Remus and Tonks friendship affecting her interests - Tonks helping with a "murderous old ghoul lurking in a toilet" in 12GP.

THE BLACK FAMILY - the Blacks are all brilliant. Sirius and Bellatrix are mirrored in battle implying Bella taught him and/or they dueled together - a connection transferred to Sirius mirroring James and Remus in combat ("Then, with identical fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets" in the prequel; "Then, with one movement, they lowered their wands" in PoA). Same weapons: Knives - Sirius slashes the Fat Lady and tries to stab rat!Peter, gifts a penknife that opens any lock to Harry; Bellatrix tortures Hermione and murders Dobby with a knife (potentially they keep them handy for blood magic - "rusty daggers" in 12GP nearby the crystal bottle of blood).

Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Regulus can all occlude LV and Bella trains Draco. Sirius knows a lot about Dark Arts and Harry's curse scar from the horcrux, Regulus identifies LV's horcrux, Bella is LV's Dark Arts student and given a horcrux.

Sirius and Orion - Orion warded Grimmauld Place, adding "every security measure known to Wizardkind", made it "Unplottable, so Muggles could never come and call"; Sirius maybe used his family's magic on the Map (a tool in part to make Hogwarts safe from teen DEs, and I HC Sirius worked on it most, as Hogwarts was also a home and escape from 12GP to him), role as Secret Keeper, offers GP as safehouse to the Order, undoes its enchantments to let halfblood Harry inherit. Sirius and Walburga both use the Permanent Sticking Charm - Walburga to terrorize and scream bigotry, Sirius to flaunt his differing politics with Muggle stuff.

I HC Bellatrix invented some Dark artifacts in 12GP - the "unpleasant-looking silver instrument, like a many-legged pair of tweezers, which scuttled up Harry’s arm like a spider when he picked it up and attempted to puncture his skin" which Sirius smashes with Nature’s Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy (fits Harry and Sirius's interaction with Bella later in OoTP) and the "musical box that emitted a faintly sinister, tinkling tune when wound”, making them all "curiously weak and sleepy" until Ginny shuts the lid - placed right next to Merope's locket (esp. as Sirius’s words after this passage parallel Bellatrix in DH). Raised as the heir, Bellatrix likely had similar training and skill in wards as Sirius.

Bellatrix and Voldemort - paralleled in combat ("Bellatrix was still fighting too, fifty yards away from Voldemort, and like her master she dueled three at once"), both Legilimens. Her speech about the Dark Arts and learning "spells of such power" while teaching him the Unforgivable curses - she's likely as skilled as LV in inventing curses.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald - "just as precociously brilliant", "even after they’d spent all day in discussion — both such brilliant young boys, they got on like a cauldron on fire", "at last, my brother had an equal to talk to, someone just as bright and talented as he was". Twin imagery with Grindelwald as hilariously described like Fawkes.

Next-door neighbors, knew each other only for a few months, yet Grindelwald’s ideas "caught and inflamed him", Dumbledore’s "ideas helped Grindelwald rise to power". Collaborate on the fascism and Deathly Hallows quest, but not Dark Arts (vs. Snape and Lily share the Dark Arts experimentation but not the fascism). Both on the same level in dueling, can conceal themselves without a Cloak.

Bathilda Bagshot - Dumbledore's Mother Figure/teacher, "impressed by his paper on trans-species transformation in Transfiguration Today" which Dumbledore's shown reading, so she presumably mentored him in Transfiguration, clearly a favorite field (While Dumbledore had few close friends, McGonagall's maybe the closest equivalent to a female friend; echoes Snape with Eileen and Lily).

Elphias Doge - met at 11 on their first day at Hogwarts, "Our mutual attraction was undoubtedly due to the fact that we both felt ourselves to be outsiders". They "intended to take the then-traditional tour of the world together, visiting and observing foreign wizards, before pursuing our separate careers".

While the pair are said to not be intellectually on par, Dumbledore's interests clearly influenced Doge, also implied in Doge writing “his friends benefited from his example, not to mention his help and encouragement, with which he was always generous. He confessed to me in later life that he knew even then that his greatest pleasure lay in teaching.”

Doge on his travels mentions "experiments of Egyptian alchemists" and "escapes from chimaeras in Greece" (fire-breathing lion, goat, serpent hybrid) - echoing Dumbledore as a "Gold Medal-Winner for Ground-Breaking Contribution to the International Alchemical Conference in Cairo" and interest in certain magical creatures and associations with fire (Fawkes, dragon's blood uses, "trans-species transformation" research, bewitches a branch of Gubraithian "everlasting" fire which is Charms related, the Deluminator as a cigarette lighter).

Nicolas Flamel - Dumbledore's Chocolate Card notes his "work on alchemy with his partner Flamel" inventor of the Philosophers' Stone (colored “blood-red”) who taught teen Dumbledore; Dumbledore later enchants the Stone and links it to the Mirror of Erised (only one who wanted to find but not use it could get it, or they’d be shown making gold or drinking Elixir of Life). Albus also means "white", after an alchemy principle.

Marchbanks who examined him in Transfiguration and Charms N.E.W.T.s says he "did things with a wand I’d never seen before", won the "Exceptional Spell-Casting award"; published papers in Transfiguration, Charms, and Potions journals - linked more with wand magic fields.

Snape and Voldemort - From his words in HBP (disdain at Mundungus for not being a real Inferius), Snape likely learned necromancy with LV and enchanted Inferi during the First War (fitting to his vampire vibes).

Potions - LV uses "old piece of Dark Magic" rebirth potion; creates the Rudimentary Body Potion of snake venom, unicorn blood, spells of his own invention. Snape's Potions speech in PS - "the power of liquids that creep through human veins" (reference to potions with human blood?).

LV invents the Drink of Despair, Snape modifies the Elixir to Induce Euphoria (and assigns a dementor essay). Snape’s knowledge of poisons (logic puzzle, undetectable poisons essay, etc) and the bezoar trick as antidote, Tom poisons Hepzibah with a "lethal and little known" poison that passes for sugar to frame a house-elf who can’t carry a wand. Riddle petrifies students with the basilisk, Snape brews Mandrake Restorative Draught for basilisk victims (mandrakes heal transfigured or cursed victims, "an essential part of most antidotes").

LV curses the Gaunt ring, Snape heals that curse (golden potion and countercurse, collaborating with Dumbledore). LV turns the locket into a horcrux, Snape heals Katie Bell from the cursed necklace. LV curses the DADA job and the curse on his name, Snape invents Sectumsempra. LV the most accomplished Legilimens; Snape the most skilled Occlumens (and a skilled Legilimens). LV adds a concealed entrance on the Locket Cave/symbolic Gaunt shack, Snape renovates Spinner's End with two hidden doors (both in locations related to their Muggle childhoods).

Snape and Lily - to a large extent it makes sense that their magical abilities and interests align even more closely than any other duo save the Weasley twins, because they played the role of "family training" for each other for 2+ years. Both outsiders and ambitious with magic as their way out, Lily's joy at magic and Snape views it as an escape from home, closest to siblings living in the same town. Snape's keen on sharing everything (esp. if raised with an idea of how training works in magical families), Lily on knowing everything (and seems to be following Snape's lead on the magical world in a lot of ways).

Eileen clearly taught Snape a lot about wizarding society and I assume some magic, has all her school textbooks and likely some Prince family books/knowledge, with Dark Arts and Potions specialties, which Snape passed onto Lily. But Eileen either wasn't as gifted or intellectual as her son (we only know she's Captain of Gobstones) and/or just too neglectful for the connection to go far.

Snape tells Lily "you’d better be in Slytherin" in the scene he tells James "if you’d rather be brawny than brainy" re: Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, so he thinks Lily falls under "brainy".

Magical power - unsupported flight, Snape's a Legilimens and there's circumstantial evidence of Lily as one in the early memories.

As with J/S, Lily's wand predicts her mutual interest with her best friend/like-a-sibling (of course their main field as Potions which doesn't require much wandwork) - "Swishy, nice wand for charm work", the Prince invents Charms. They "swish and flick" in Charms (levitating feathers), associated with flight. If taking extracanon, willow's an uncommon wand wood with healing power, enables advanced nonverbal magic (Snape heals Dark magic/etc, invents nonverbal spells).

James and Sirius are wary of Lily's wand means she's a skilled duelist and has gotten into fights; Snape invents hexes. Given the theme of duel between brothers, dueling's traditional in magical families, so Snape and Lily likely practice dueled together too with similar methods (Legilimency in combat); though in application, unlike the Marauders at Hogwarts, they'd be fighting on opposite sides.

Slughorn describing the Prince's work as exactly like Lily's at every turn indicates it as collaborative as the above examples of duo inventions - "You’ve got nerve, boy", "That’s the individual spirit a real potion-maker needs", "Unorthodox, but what a stroke of inspiration", "I really don’t know where you get these brain waves", "intuitive", "instinctive" "a natural" - aka she's creative, inventive, unafraid to take risks with and push the boundaries of magic.

The Prince's disdainful "just shove a bezoar down their throats"; Slughorn laughs at the bezoar, says it's exactly like Lily, gives house points "for sheer cheek" - implies Snape and Lily shared sense of humor often consisted of making fun of how purebloods view magic and incorporating their Muggle background into their methods (matches "as there is little foolish wand-waving here, you will hardly believe this is magic"). Snape's interest in poisons led to the bezoar trick which is Dark Arts related, so Lily knowing the same also implies her Dark Arts interest (of course Potions masters, Aurors, Healers, etc all study poisons, but I assume going deeper into it leads to more effective healing, as with Dark curses and cursebreaking skill on the Gaunt ring/etc).

Like Fred and George, Snape and Lily experiment and invent together constantly over summers - Petunia says Lily "came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats" (Potions, Transfiguration) and the Dursleys don't know Harry can't do magic over summers in CoS, an easy lie for Lily to keep up when doing magic often at Snape's house.

Snape evidently came prepared to impress Slytherins - per Sirius, he was always fascinated by Dark Arts, famous for it, knew more curses when he arrived than half the 7th years (likely showing off his knowledge vs. immediately cursing others). Snape's very aware of Muggleborn prejudice (hesitates before saying it makes no difference), yet was set on Lily being in Slytherin for 2.5 years pre-Hogwarts and groans when she's Sorted elsewhere, so sharing his Dark Arts interest with her fits that, expecting she'd need to "get in with the purebloods" along with him, which means making sure she knows as much as he does (see this post).

Snape at nine thinks Lily's the odd one for being fascinated by dementors:

"Tell me about the dementors again." "What d’you want to know about them for?" "If I use magic outside school —" "They wouldn’t give you to the dementors for that! Dementors are for people who do really bad stuff. They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban." (DH)

Cue Snape's monologue about the Dark Arts years later:

“The Dark Arts are many, varied, ever-changing, and eternal [...]" Harry stared at Snape. It was surely one thing to respect the Dark Arts as a dangerous enemy, another to speak of them, as Snape was doing, with a loving caress in his voice? “Your defenses must therefore be as flexible and inventive as the arts you seek to undo. These pictures [...] give a fair representation of what happens to those who suffer, for instance, the Cruciatus Curse” — he waved a hand toward a witch who was clearly shrieking in agony — “feel the Dementor’s Kiss” — a wizard lying huddled and blank-eyed, slumped against a wall — “or provoke the aggression of the Inferius” — a bloody mass upon the ground. (HBP)

They absolutely mutually encouraged each other's interests in forbidden and Dark magic. Snape and Lily learn magic together, their magic individually and together parallels LV's the most, and they directly undo LV's own magic, Snape's instances even utilizing Potions.

Dumbledore expects Snape to immediately know Lily's work vanquished LV ("You know how and why she died. Make sure it was not in vain. Help me protect Lily’s son"), implying he knows Snape and Lily learned similar magic together and expects Snape to ~recognize Lily's style~. Converse to how he speaks to McGonagall the same (?) day:

"After all he’s done... all the people he’s killed... he couldn’t kill a little boy? It’s just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?" "We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know." (PS)

Lily and Sirius - Sirius is also knowledgeable about curses - knows the countercurse for the biting snuffbox (Wartcap Powder) and examines his hand "with interest"; suggests the Conjunctivitis Curse "as a dragon’s eyes are its weakest point" which Krum who was taught Dark Arts; often the one consulted regarding Harry's curse scar, recognizes Priori Incantatem, Harry writing to Sirius when he wants someone like a parent "who had experience with Dark Magic".

Sirius breaks Black family tradition in undoing wards/protections on 12GP (maybe manipulating a form of blood magic?) to let his halfblood not blood-related godson inherit and block DE Bellatrix out; and Lily creates blood wards that'd traditionally protect a pureblood family house to protect her Muggle family and eventually protects Harry. Mirroring Snape and Lily weaving their Muggle background in their magic, Sirius enchants Muggle objects like the motorbike (and creates an alternate method of flight).

When Harry says "You never heard her, did you? My mum... trying to stop Voldemort killing me... and you did that... you did it" Sirius goes quiet, which may hint at specific knowledge that Lily vanquished LV (also a possible reason for Sirius rereading Lily’s letter in OoTP, when the Order’s trying to figure out what’s up with the prophecy and the Harry-Voldemort connection).

Harry and Ron - "In the end, he chose the same new subjects as Ron, feeling that if he was lousy at them, at least he’d have someone friendly to help him", write up absurd stories for Divination and make fun of Trelawney together. Harry and Hermione elaborated here.

Parvati and Lavender - Divination, both close with Trelawney (vs. Padma in a different house than her twin)

Moody and Tonks (who was "close to Mad-Eye" "his favorite and his protégée at the Ministry"), Bellatrix and Barty (if you accept he was her apprentice), Snape and Draco (“Draco’s favorite teacher”), Xenophilius and Luna - her family training consisting of... conspiracy theories, Luna first shown reading The Quibbler (Most likely Pandora Lovegood was a conspiracy theorist like her husband - "intellectual equals" - and died due to something like believing an explosive Erumpent horn was a Crumple-Horned Snorkack horn)

[morsmordream]

“a-at least you both h-have brothers here, to protect you…” neville trailed off, almost longingly.

ron scoffed, looking at aleksander as if their friend had lost the plot completely.

“neville, neville, neville,” he said, “do you truly think that fred and george prewett are going to come rushing to my aid? do you think for a single moment that hari black is in aleksander potter’s corner just because they share blood? if we were in slytherin, maybe, but not now.”

neville frowned, “b-but aleks’ brother has been watching since we entered the great hall, s-still is. even t-though he’s gryffindor.”

aleksander braved a brief glance over at the slytherin table, desperate for neville’s words to ring true. the brothers’ eyes met, from opposite ends of the hall, and hari offered a tiny nod- truly, a blink and you miss it moment.

aleksander thought that was rather the point. it always was with hari. he cared about him in his own way, but he had a reputation to uphold. he cared for his other family, the blacks and the lestranges, and his slytherin friends publicly. any more than that was too much of a weakness to bare.

but aleksander knew, as truly as he knew his own name, that hari black would protect him. maybe in a dubiously legal and secretive way, but he would all the same.

as hari smirked, no doubt biting out something scathing and sarcastic and utterly inappropriately hilarious towards dante zabini that had cassius warrington looking scandalised, with george prewett’s arm thrown loosely round his shoulders as he and his twin cackled, aleksander felt something drift onto his lap.

making a brief glance down, he smiled at the little slip of parchment, recognising his brother’s impeccable loopy handwriting.

give the lions hell for me, słoneczko

yes, aleksander thought, hari was most certainly in his corner in his own slytherin little way.

or:

a little drabble inspired by an idea i had wherein hari black, formerly potter (rough history there), is the older brother of the boy who lived, aleksander potter.

[xoxothesubwayfugitive]

this sweet oneshot about the Weasley family after the War is actually one of my favorite things I've ever written and I feel like it gets so lost in all my Malfoy smut lol so here's a bite of it -

Rosy

Ginny made herself a cup of tea in the quiet kitchen, enjoying the peace and happiness that seemed to be flowing through the house. But the still didn't last too long; soon, through the window over the sink, she saw two small children crest the hill, followed by Charlie, who was holding two tiny broomsticks along with his own. Fred and Roxanne were holding hands as they tripped along; they were impossibly sweet children who were affectionate with everyone, and Ginny was looking forward to seeing them. But then, before they could reach the house, she heard the fire flare and George groan. "I was almost asleep, too. You've got to be more considerate, mate." "Sorry, but I heard something important was happening here." That was Harry's voice, and Ginny put her tea down to go meet him. "Just another Weasley kid. Nothing special," George said, and as Ginny entered the living room he rolled over, pressing his face against the back of the sofa. "Get him out of here, Gin. No one respects my space." "Come on then," she said, taking Harry's hand. "Let's leave Grandpa alone." She drew him back towards the kitchen, but he resisted, pulling against her and moving to the stairs. "Can't we go see the baby?" he asked, almost pleading. "No," she said, firm as she won out the battle and took him through the kitchen door. "Percy's up there and he's probably crying his eyes out, so we don't want to overwhelm them. Why don't you eat something? And you could change if you want, I'm sure there are plenty of spare robes about." He was still in his work clothes, having just finished a night of raids, and he was looking a little dusty and worse for the wear. "Food first, I suppose. And then I'm going to go upstairs and toss Percy out. They're my best friends." "Yes, I know," she said, soothing him in a false voice as she put together some food her mother had left warming in the oven. His grumpy demeanor lessened as he worked his way through a hearty plate of breakfast, and he asked after the rest of the family. "Mum and Dad are out buying up baby things, and Bill and Fleur just came for a bit yesterday, I gather. They probably didn't want to bring the whole gaggle and couldn't stay long. Charlie's playing with Fred and Roxanne in the garden. And Percy's brought the girls, as I said. He can't stay away apparently." Harry took all this in as he mopped up egg yolks with his toast. "And when are you going to tell all these Weasleys our news?" "Honestly, you always say that as if I'm not a Weasley. And as if you aren't practically one yourself." Harry smiled at that, still focusing on his plate. "I know. I just kind of like the sound of it. But you're evading the question." Ginny blushed and braced herself against the sink with her back to him. She heard his chair scrape back and then he was behind her, arms wrapped around her waist. That felt nice, and she smiled as he nuzzled against her neck. "It's kind of nice to have it for just us," she whispered. "It's special." "It is," he agreed. "Very special. But you won't be able to keep a secret much longer, love. And I think they'd like to know." "They'd love to know," she said. "That's the problem. We'll have to answer a thousand questions and then we'll never have peace again." "Oh, peace. It's overrated. I've never had much, and I'm not any worse for the wear." "You're right, I know you are. We can tell them all at dinner." "Only if you want to." "I do."

[shadowqueenjude]

Now that I think about it, almost all of the fictional male characters I've gravitated to have had dark brown/black eyes. My own boyfriend has dark brown eyes. I have a type. :)

[nymphastoriasblog]

i don’t write since 2022 and I was wondering if I should start to write again, since still today some posts of mine get likes and stuff, and I want to organize my masterlist as well, but folks, I went through the kind of stuff I used to write back then… terribly awful. I wish I could just erase it from my memories but I guess my past moldes who I am today

[alcoveofconcealment]

George's ear was not cut off

Sectumsempra is the spell that George was hit with. It is describe as a spell that causes hemorrhages, and, in the fight against Draco, the spell is given the visual of blood seeping through clothing. This has the implication that it not only causes the implosion of blood vessels, but that it either 1. the magic cuts through the skin to cause the implosion and/or 2. the implosion is so strong it cuts through the skin from the inside.

There are a ton of tiny blood vessels that go in, around, and through the ear. Some of these vessels travel around the face and neck. We know that George's ear could not be grown back due to the spell being dark magic, how far does that apply? How many of those veins got hit? How much of George's face is permanently marked?

I don't know.

But what I do know is that George's ear was not cut off.

It was blasted off painfully quick and gory

[bluebugsy]

The Unfair Heart ❤️

This is my very long series that l've nearly finished! I've noticed more people are discovering it so I thought l'd post the best way to enjoy and read it!

If you have any questions let me know!

[gracesmusings4adults]

Thinking about starting a Dark!Harry Potter Series. I’m down to expand the universe but I think I’ll start with Dark!George Weasley x Reader x Dark!Fred Weasley

It will start with George and the reader. Fred walks in on “accident”. Except that accident keeps repeating itself.

Soon enough the reader can’t get the other Weasley brother out of her head. But lucky for her the twins are both willing to give her whatever she wants and more.

It will contain dark themes.

Is there any interest? 👀😅

[everythingandnothingfromme]

Just some random things…

[callmesel]

I just keep having this idea of an AU related to Fred's dead but it involve Percy becoming a bit crazy and George paranoid, or the other way around, I haven't think of that and I'm not that great at explaining things so I'm going to try.

The AU idea is that Percy tries to save Fred but fails. George is there the exact time to see how they were laughing from Percy's joke and he sees the wall that is about to fell so he tries to warn them.

Now, Percy and Fred are under all that shit and they are highly injured. Percy's sight is blurred but he catch a small light next to him and the he faints. George sees all of this, of course, and he runs towards them but he stops because Fred souls just go out of his body and became sort of a ghost?? but not fully.

They treat Percy's injury and he is stable, but only after a few weeks after the war. George can see Fred's spirit and he even talks go him but he starts to thing to it his his imagination because only him seems to see him. (Percy was still unconscious during that time) So he does not talk about it to anyone and ignores Fred.

When Percy wakes up he is been told that Fred dies so he is very sad and goes crying to his gravestone. There he sees George screaming to someone, and looks very annoyed. Of course, Percy knows that George has to be devastated by his twin's death and goes to tell who ever is bothering him to back off but he freezes 'cause Fred's spirit or ghost so he screams from surprise.

After a lot of talking and investigating the three of them comes to the conclusion that Fred is in fact not fully death but in a limbo (because Percy has being reading a lot about death an dark magic during the war too) . He's might not be death but he, as a person, is. In going to try to explaining better (with my not English speaker English). He is kind of alive but can't remember a lot of his past, he is like a memories of the person he was. He obviously knows the essentials like, Who are his family and his name and age but not much about his personality or feelings about a lot of the people he used to love. That breaks George's heart a little and Fred is sad but can't do anything about it.

Then Percy suddenly remembers and ancient spell and potion that can make Lost souls into a full Ghost with memories an all, but that doesn't always work because that might send their souls back to heaven or hell. George said to do it, even if they can be with him as a ghost, at least he wants his brother to rest in peace.

With that decided they go and search for the ingredients for the potion but for that they have to know the spells that summons the paper with the ingredients (or something like that) because playing God it's not something you want people to be able to do. George ask Percy where they find that spell but Percy says that he found about that legend ('cause it is a legend) in a really dark magic book that he had to hide it during the war 'cause he was afraid that the ministry discovers It and keeps it for themself. But of course, he does not remember where exactly it is because he used a spell to do it for him but thankfully past Percy was really paranoid with all the ministry stuff, he created a list with instructions of how to find itthat is keep in his appartment (it's a magic word, there must be a way to do that and if there is not, well, Percy created a spell).

They go there and they search for it and they found instructions to how to find the book with all that stuff. So they go to wild adventures to find it because it somewhere in this planet. Maybe the have a time limit or something like after x time has past, Fred is trapped in the limbo for ever.

But the main idea is them getting along from al the adventures and stuff and use dark magic to fight things in there way. They bond, Fred's spirit remembers thing from time to time and they have a great time. With a lot of against for sure.

I think that is all of the idea that I have of this AU, but if I ever write a fanfic it maybe be in my native language because my English is not that good to make it descent.

[spookyautumnvibes]

Birthday part one

Today it's your birthday but none of your friends knew about it. You never told them because you didn't want them to know. You didn't like your birthday.  Your parents weren't home on your birthdays when you were little. Sometimes, when they spent your birthday with you, your mother would get drunk and start scolding you for ruining her career. And your father just distanced himself from it all. He loved you, but he didn't want to show it in front of your mother. Your birthday ended in dissaster. You spent the rest of the evening crying in bed until you fell asleep from exhaustion. You enjoyed that your parents forgot about your birthday. And so today you wanted nothing more than to be like any other normal day.

You went down to the common room. Draco, Blaise and Pansy were already sitting at your favorite table, waiting for you.  Together you went to the Great Hall. There, both Theodore and Mattheo were sitting at the Slytherin table. When Mattheo saw you walking towards them, he smiled brightly. You felt butterflies in your belly. 

"Good morning, my love," he greets you when you sit down next to him and kissed you.

Today they serving pancakes for breakfast. Your favorite food. You're glad for that. You have at least a little feeling that you will celebrate your birthday discreetly.

After breakfast, you head out for the first lesson of the day - Caring for Magical Creatures, which you have together with the Gryffindor students. Hagrid takes you to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where groups of hypogryphs are waiting for you. Draco stiffens at the sight of them and involuntarily twitches the hand they once injured. You can't stop chuckling when you noticed it. Draco throws you a deadly look, but you just shrug your shoulders and continue to focus on Hagrid and the hypogriffs. Hagrid helps you say hello to one of the hypogriffs. If they let you fly on it’s back, that would be amazing.

Then came Potions. Professor Snape was particularly nice. He had only hit Potter and Weasley in the head with a textbook only seven times. Which was a record. You, on the other hand, were rewarded with 13 points for a perfectly mastered anti-paralyzing potion.

Other subjects were also carried out peacefuly and quietly. It was only in defense against the Dark Arts that Potter had a fight with Umbridge again. Even though you didn't exactly love Potter, you shared his spite towards this pink bitch.

After lunch, the Weasley’s twins tried to convince you to make a prank with them on Umbridge. Which, to be honest, didn't take them much effort, because you agreed right away. Unfortunately, McGonagal caught you before and gave you three days of detencion, starting by tomorrow. Which was so strange that you wondered if she knew it was your birthday. But no one else mentioned it, so it quickly slipped out of your mind. Instead, you headed to the library to meet with Hermione. You became friends with Hermione last year when she fell out with both Potter and Weasley for a long time, and you both needed a study partner. And despite all the hassle with Weasley and clear distrust from Potter, your friendship endured it. In the library, Hermione told you with a beaming face about a new book she had managed to find in the library.

You spent the rest of the day with Hermione in the library. You were reading in your favorite spot with window from which was beautiful view at the lake. You enjoyed the silence of the library until you were interrupted by a gentle grip on your shoulder, accompanied by smell of your favorite cologne. Looking away, you met Mattheo's gaze. 

“You should hurry up if you want to make it to the dinner.”

“Is it really that late?” Mattheo laughs. 

“No, I came for you in time. I can't let you miss dinner when the elves are trying so hard with your favorite food.” You look at him with disbelief in your eyes.

“How do you know what elves are preparing for dinner?”

“What do I know? I don't know what's on their minds. I never asked them.”

“I don't really understand how we can treat them like that” Hermione said 

“Not today, Hermione, please.” Mattheo growls at her as you head into the great hall. But Hermione didn't let herself be beaten that easily and told you all the way about her organization. Mattheo puts his arm around your shoulders. 

“I really don't understand how you can be friends with this Gryffindor” He whispers in your ear.

“She’s funny one.”

“Seriously?” Mattheo looked at you in surprise

“Don’t look like that. She’s really funny. Occasionally annoying and too study-oriented, but funny.”

“Okay, honey. Whatever makes you happy,” He said with a smile. You frown playfully at him. Mattheo just smiles crookedly.

The elves really outdid themselves with the dinner. It was delicious. And the dessert in the form of vanilla ice cream with hot rasberries was the perfect ending.

In your room, you stretched blissfully in bed. It was a tough day, yet at the same time really nice one. You've never enjoyed your birthday so much before.

“Don't you want something else from the kitchen?” asked Pansy, with who you shared a room.

“No, I'm completely full,” You answered truthfully. Pansy then left you alone. You enjoyed the silence of the room.

Then the door opened cautiously.

“Can I come in, love?”

“Sure, Mattheo” You got out of bed.

“How you enjoyed the day,” He asked you. You paused for a moment. He was looking at you, getting nervous with each passing second.

“It was the best day in a very long time...” You answered him eventually. He laughed lightly.

“How did you do it?” You asked him, because you already knew what he had done.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Mattheo, come on. What is the probability that in one day, let alone on my birthday, so many things will come together that will make me happy." Mattheo approaches you and puts his arm around your waist.

“I just wanted you to enjoy the day. I know you don't like your birthday. And I understand why. Yes, really, but you're safe here. With me. And I love you and I want you to enjoy your day. It's not just for you. It's for me too. I have no idea what I would have done if I hadn't met you. But that life would have no meaning.”

“Mattheo, you're talking nonsense.”

“Look at me, please,” He challenged you gently. You listened to him. There's so much love in his eyes, you can't even comprehend it.

“I love you. You're my whole world. And I wish you'd appreciate yourself more. You know, you can look forward to your birthday. Because even if you don't want to celebrate it big, there are people who love you and won't forget you. Me, Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Theodor. Even Hermione and the twins...”

You lowered your gaze to the ground, but Mattheo gently pressed your chin to look into his eyes again.

“Your parents were wrong not to appreciate you. But please allow yourself to forgive them and let it be in the past. I am your present and your future. And I will celebrate you every day because you gave me a purpose in life.”

Tears started streaming down your cheeks. You knew he loved you and you loved him. But that he loved you so much... You didn't want to prove anything to anyone anymore. Especially to your parents when they hadn't sent you a letter all year.

“Okay, Mattheo, I'll try.”

Mattheo leaned over and kissed you.

“I have one more present for you,” He pulled a small green and black box out of his robe pocket.

“Open it,” He invited you. Inside the box you found a delicate silver chain with an emerald.

“Wow, Mattheo, it's beautiful. Thank you.”

“Everything for my princess.”