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[kuroyuki-kokuyoku]

Random HP-Related Thought:

Sometimes, I think about the Arthur Weasley's Flying Ford Anglia and wonder if it's having a grand old time driving itself all around the Forbidden Forest like it's on a permanent road trip through the woods, running down the occasional bike-sized Acromantula and racing with the centaurs.

I also headcanon that it forcibly pick up lost students trying to sneak into the Forbidden Forest and drops them off at the front entrance of Hogwarts, right into the tender mercies of Headmistress McGonagall.

The next generations of Weasleys may or may not get special treatment.

[hprarepairfest]

Rare Pair Fest IV Works - Day 11

Another day of INCREDIBLE ships!! 😍

Title: Bad Medicine Author:��@phantomgrimalkin Ship: Remus/Draco Prompt: 303 Rating: E Word Count: 8,093 Warnings: None Summary: 

Draco comes up with a plan to spend more time with a man he's had a small crush on for 15 years.

He's just trying to get laid, he doesn't expect it to change the course of his career.

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Title: Quidditch Meets Couture Author: Charingfae Ship: Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley Prompt: #217 Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7,112 Warnings: n/a Summary:

Ginny Weasley only cares about one thing: leading the Holyhead Harpies to a championship. So she's none too pleased when her coach hires an image consultant to improve their brand. And she's especially displeased when that image consultant turns out to be Pansy Parkinson.

Tensions fly as the two strong-willed professionals fight their way through uniform fittings, media frenzies, and deliberate sabotage.

Through it all, Ginny still only cares about one thing. But this time, it's beating Pansy Parkinson.

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Title: Hard to be Humble Author: @incywincymoocow Ship: Draco Malfoy/Percy Weasley Prompt: #6 Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14 854 Warnings: None Summary:

Percy Weasley is working hard at the Ministry, going nowhere, when Draco Malfoy turns up and starts taking all the credit. Percy is not going to take this lying down! Or is he…?

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Title: Follow the Butterflies Author: RainstormRadish Ship: Aragog/Flying Ford Anglia Prompt: #25 (from nanneramma) Rating: T Word Count: 1454 Warnings: None Summary:

There is a visitor. A new beast in the Forest. It has four legs, like the centaurs, but it’s unlike anything Aragog has ever sensed. Cold, metallic, clanging. Few dare to venture deep enough into the Forest to reach Aragog’s lair, and those who do creep and hide, avoiding the Acromantula. The visitor makes no effort to be stealthy. It tramples through the undergrowth, loud and unapologetic. Foolhardy. Reckless. Intriguing.

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Title: The monster you feed Author: GhostMagic Ship: Regulus Black/Remus Lupin Prompt: #401 Rating: Mature Word Count: 11,259 Warnings: Major Character Death, Internalized Homophobia, Homophobia, Dubious Consent, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Implied/Referenced Drug Use. Summary:

Remus also didn’t know when he had started to ditch his friends with the excuse of studying in the library just to watch Regulus from afar, memorizing every habit and small quirk: how he wrinkled his nose at the sign of damaged books or the way he gave an almost imperceptible nod every time he found the information he was looking for; how he ran his fingers through his hair when he didn't understand something, a small crease between his eyebrows and just a hint of a pout on his lips; how he worried at his cuticles when he thought no one was watching just to put his hand back down when he realized what he was doing; how he wrote each letter as if it was a piece of art…

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See all of the revealed works so far, HERE!

[youre-a-w1zard-harry]

[easterbonnet]

Mr Weasley's apprentice for the day

[marymunchkiin]

Holy shit lmfao

i cannot make this up

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Forest desires

George Weasley x reader

Requested by: @georgeweasleywife4566

Request gist: “George and the reader have sex in the forest”

A/N: Thank you for the request! I decided to slow things down and make it a soft sex one (it wasn't really specified so I thought I’d give my little pervert brain a rest). I’ve been in a world of self-pity lately (my dad got to meet the guy who played Percy Weasley, and didn’t invite me to the comic con). I'm also sorry that it's taking me so long to write, I’ve been sucked into RE4 (my hand is glued to the controller)

T/W: unprotected sex, forest sex, mentions of exhibitionism, Goblet of Fire George (it's not a trigger but I didn't want it to get lost in the A/N), teasing, fingering, reader is a little unsure about the situation but George comforts her, George licking your juices (it sounds so unsexy like that), George being a gentle boy,

George could talk you into anything.

From sneaking around the castle late at night to getting frisky under the Quidditch stands, he’d twist your arm. Metaphorically, of course.

But this was a new fantasy he had.

“What if you and I snuck into the Forbidden Forest tonight?”

Knowing George, this wasn’t just a moonlight jaunt. He had something naughty planned. But knowing you, you’d agree to go.

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The sneaky trek down to the forest wasn't new to you or George. He had snuck out many times and sometimes brought you along on a late night pranking mission with Fred.

Before you knew it, he was pulling you by the hand deeper into the dark woods. He pulled you to a small clearing where the tree’s parted, letting the moonlight in. How could the Forbidden Forest be so romantic with all of the centaurs, unicorns, and spiders running around? The thought made you pull George's hand, a little reluctant to get busy in a place that man feared and machinery disappeared (said machinery being the Weasley’s flying Ford Anglia).

George chuckled at your reluctance. He always found it fun to talk you into different situations, like pulling pranks on staff members or messing with the Slytherins that walked to class alone. But when it came to intimate situations, he was the king of persuasion.

“It’s okay, love. You know I’ll always protect you from any scary monsters that hide in the shadows. You’re my girl, remember?”

All it took was the ‘My Girl’ line, and he could convince you to do anything.

He sat on the grass and patted the spot next to him. When you had sat down, he moved a little closer. His lips found yours in a tender kiss, knowing just how to make you relax. One of his hands cupped your cheek, stroking the skin with his thumb, while his other hand moved to your thigh, toying with the fabric of your pyjama shorts.

Your hands found their way to his hair, threading through his ginger locks. You loved that he grew his hair out over the past couple of years but you’d never admit it to his face, not wanting to make his ego any bigger.

George slowly guided you to lay down before laying himself on top of you. His lips reconnected with yours and his tongue slowly swiped across your bottom lip. His hands reached for your shorts, pushing them down to your knees and leaving your underwear. His thumb found your clit through the material to rub light circles over it while his kisses silenced your soft moans and whimpers.

When you bucked your hips to try and gain more friction, he lifted his thumb to deprive you of the friction you were chasing. When he broke the kiss, you whined.

“Georgie, stop teasing. I need you”

“I thought you were worried about being seen, love. Does my dirty girl like the thought of being watched while getting her pretty pussy played with?”

He pulled your underwear to the side and rubbed his thumb around your hole, not giving you what you desperately needed.

“Maybe if you tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you”

His husky voice and sinful words were going to be the death of you one of these days.

“I want you, Georgie. I want you inside of me. Please?”

Or maybe it was your innocent whimpers and doe eyes that would be the death of him instead. His smirk grew, it always did when he got you to reveal that dirty side that you kept hidden beneath that goody two shoes exterior. He pushed his finger inside, curling it to rub against your sensitive G-spot. He could find it quicker than finding a target for his pranks.

His other hand cupped your cheek, keeping your eyes on him. He pushed another finger in, scissoring them to stretch you out. He could tell that you were trying to hold back your moans, that little voice in your head still telling you that some creature was hiding in the fog. His lips grazed against your cheek.

“It's just us out here. Those pretty noises of yours are for my ears only”

When your walls started to squeeze his fingers, he knew you were close. His thumb rubbed small circles over your clit once again and that's all it took for your orgasm to catch up. This time, you didn't hold your moans back, letting George hear just how good he made you feel.

He pulled his fingers away from your pussy before bringing them to his mouth and licking off your juices from them. He loved the way you tasted.

You moved your hands to his pyjama bottoms this time, surprising him. You pulled them down just enough to pull his cock out. Moving his tip to your entrance, you coated it in your juices before looking up at him with those pleading ‘fuck me’ eyes.

He moved his hips forward, pushing in slowly. He bottomed out, letting you take a moment to adjust to him. He stroked your jaw with gentle fingers.

“Keep those eyes on me, love”

His eyes bore into yours as he slowly pulled his hips back. He kept his thrusts slow and gentle, always treating you as if you were made of glass. You reminded him often that you wouldn't break if he was rough, but he insisted that you were precious.

He slowly slid his cock in and out of your pussy. His gentle grunts and your moans mixed with the soft sounds of the forest at night. Your voice came out in small whimpers.

“Please George, need more”

“You don’t need more baby, I wanna make it last”

His movements remained slow, taking his time to drive you crazy. His hand moved down to your hip, holding you and stopping you from squirming and escaping his torturously slow pace. When he went slow like this, you could feel everything. Every vein, every curve, every twitch. Although you hated how slow his pace was, you loved how full it left you feeling.

“I know you’re close, baby. Cum all over my cock and I’ll fill you up. I know you like to be nice and full”

He knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. You had been so focused on how full you were starting to feel that you hadn't noticed your orgasm creeping up on you. You came on his cock, squeezing it so snuggly and coating it with your juices. He followed soon after, spilling his seed deep inside of your pussy. His thrusts stopped, content with keeping his cum inside of you for now.

He laid himself on top of you, being mindful not to crush you.

“You know love, tomorrow is a Saturday. We could stay out here for another round”

George could always talk you into anything.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hey! Love your blog and all your theories and analyses! I wanted to pick your brain about what you think of the relationship between magic and sentience? It seems that any object that is enchanted gains some kind of sentience. The most prominent exemple being the Ford Anglia enchanted by Mr. Weasley. I don't think he intended for the car to become sentient, he only enchanted it to be able to fly, yet the car became sentient nonetheless. It's the same with magical chess pieces that are enchanted to be able to follow the player's command and play chess, yet also develop a personality of their own. It is a property of magic to make things sentient? But then... is that not Dark Magic? Mr Weasley, ironically enough, once tells Ginny "never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain" because these objects are "clearly full of Dark Magic". I don't think the Ford Anglia or wizards chess is full of Dark Magic but then I'm confused about what differentiates these objects from the Dark Magic ones. Curious to hear your thoughts about this if you have any!

Thank you so much!

I think there are different levels of sentience. like, magic, at its core, I think is very much based on intent, and intent requires some level of sentience. I mean, wands are sentient, the Whomping Willow is sentient, and even brooms have a certain sentience as they don't operate well when they sense fear from the rider:

Harry’s broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did. Hermione Granger’s had simply rolled over on the ground, and Neville’s hadn’t moved at all. Perhaps brooms, like horses, could tell when you were afraid, thought Harry; there was a quaver in Neville’s voice that said only too clearly that he wanted to keep his feet on the ground.

(PS)

A lot of magical items have this base intent, but it's not self-aware sentience for the most part. Portraits, and perhaps the Mauraders Map are sentient and self-aware, a wand or the Ford Angelica have certain intent, a certain sentience but they are not capable of self-awareness or problem-solving, even if they could learn. The same goes for most wands. The wizard chess pieces have some sentience, but they can't actually play on their own:

involving a couple of recklessly brave pawns and a very violent bishop.

(GoF)

They don't really strategize, just act out.

So, I think it's about the different levels of sentience. Becouse the Ford Angelica doesn't really "think for itself" it's closer to an animal (not a corvid, a stupider animal), it runs on sort of base instinct/intent, but it isn't going to be able to solve puzzles now, would it? Diary Tom, on the other hand, is fully sentient, capable of self-awareness, advanced communication, and problem-solving because he's essentially human. Most magical artifacts don't have this level of sentience.

So, it doesn't really do active thinking, I think that's the difference. It's also the sentience difference between most wands and the Elder Wand which I believe has the sentience of Antioch Peverell imbued in it.

Magical owls or other animals (such as Kneazlers) are also more intelligent and sentient than their muggle counterparts, but in their case, they do have a brain that does the thinking.

[iamnmbr3]

i like your fic recs for hp a lot. could you rec me some good fics for rairpiars (i.e. pairings that don' get written for a lot). can be any kind of pairing/tone (light or dark fic) or rating but not just porn. (I don't mind if the fic is explicit or contains dark themes but it I also want it to have plot and really good and interesting characterization and good writing)

Sure! Thanks for your kind words. Check these out. They're all really well written and interesting.

Heart of Emeralds by Phantomato (words: 10,200 | Rating: T | Tom Riddle/Regulus Black | CW: Major Character Death)

The locket horcrux has his own agenda: reunite the soul, rejoin the main body. When Regulus’ defection gives him an opportunity to set this in motion, he finds himself relying on Regulus’ questionable loyalty.

Follow the Butterflies by RainstormRadish (words: 1,454 | rating: T | Aragog/Flying Ford Anglia)

There is a visitor. A new beast in the Forest. It has four legs, like the centaurs, but it’s unlike anything Aragog has ever sensed. Cold, metallic, clanging. Few dare to venture deep enough into the Forest to reach Aragog’s lair, and those who do creep and hide, avoiding the Acromantula. The visitor makes no effort to be stealthy. It tramples through the undergrowth, loud and unapologetic. Foolhardy. Reckless. Intriguing.

Ouroboros by Metalomagnetic (words; 258,416 | rating: E | Tom Riddle/Voldemort)

A strange man adopts Tom Riddle and it is not his father, as Tom desperately wants to believe. Stranded in the past, Voldemort once again comes to the conclusion he's the only one he truly needs.

The War of the Roses by Asenora (words: 24,450 | rating: E | Sirius Black/Severus Snape)

Sirius Black does not die. But this does not mean that it is easy for him to live. Or: a butterfly flaps its wings and Sirius does not go to the Department of Mysteries. What follows from that twist of fate is a story about the long, destructive shadow of a schoolboy rivalry; a story about surviving, and how surviving is sometimes more difficult than dying; a story about the fragility of beauty, the gentleness of hope, and the value of choice. It is also a love story.

Amulette d'amour by The_Carnivorous_Muffin, Vinelle (words: 97,035 | rating: unrated | Tom Riddle/Alphard Black)

Tom is commissioned to repair a magical amulet.

black white and red all over by cursedlynx (lynxindisguise) (words: 1,202 | rating: M | Sirius Black/Cornelius Fudge)

No summary available.

Omnipotent to Arms by tenrousei_kuroi (words: 6,441 | rating: E | Voldemort/Regulus Black | CW: horror, noncon, extremely dark themes)

For the 2021 Regulus Black Fest Prompt: The dark lord decides that the youngest Black is to be his for the night. Regulus is mortified, but saying no is hardly an option. He hopes that compliance will be enough to live another day as unharmed as possible. (You can put a dose of Bellatrix getting jealous and being another menace to Regulus or not, as well as another DE romantically interested in Regulus and potentially helping him in some way, your choice.)

[elskanellis]

seriously canNOT over-recommend this story. it feels funny, because it's SUCH a crack of a ship, and yet it's SO feelings. absolute perfection from start to finish.

here's an unhinged ship for you courtesy of my mother, who is not remotely interested in shipping or fandom, but who was inordinately delighted by the idea of a crackship when i explained it to her and popped off with Aragog/The Enchanted Ford Anglia - a concept that has haunted me ever since.

anon, i don't want to alarm you... but i think your mother might be more interested in fandom than she claims.

and, indeed, that she might have had a wee rummage on the @hprarepairfest discord server, where she will have found a fic by @rainstormradish, which meets all her criteria...

honestly - go with this piece, i guarantee you won't be disappointed. it's a perfect encapsulation of one of the principles of fandom i believe in most strongly: that you can write yourself into - and out of - the most ludicrous premises in a way which is genuinely beautiful if you simply have enough nerve.

[papervenom]

✩ chapter two: the burrow ✩

summary: your fourth year starts with the return of the triwizard tournament— and a relationship with cedric diggory that should feel steady, but doesn’t. when harry’s name gets pulled from the goblet, everything shifts. the trio starts to crack, and being with cedric only adds to the tension. you’re sure about how you feel , you love him. but someone else is pulling for your attention, and it’s getting harder to ignore. a slow-burn, character-driven take on goblet of fire, told through your perspective

chapter warnings: n/a

word count: 3.9k

INSATIABLE MASTERLIST⋆˙⟡

August 2nd, 1994

We had the whole day after Ron's call to complete our final preparations for the trip. 

We bought toiletries and repacked our luggage to make sure our school materials were all there, including Harry's prized possessions which included his broomstick, The Maurader's Map, and Hedwig—who has been enjoying the summer vacation in the states just as much as we were by flying around the area every night. 

During the summer, I got into photography as a hobby, so I developed the pictures that Harry and I took during our weeks together and packed my camera along with my own prized possession— my Discman. 

At midnight, we were out the door. 

Mom gave both Harry and I a tight hug, a kiss on the cheek, and a warning to stay out of trouble this year. 

I tried to prevent her from finding out about the whole Sirius situation that transpired the last semester, but to my dismay, Dumbledore told her everything. 

I was almost scared that I wouldn't be allowed back for another year, but luckily, the Headmaster explained Sirius's innocence.

Harry was too tired to be excited about the airplane ride back, having already experienced it before. 

We were watching a film and about forty minutes into the trip, he was fast asleep— his head resting on my shoulder. 

I took the opportunity to sleep as well, hoping that by the time we were awake— we'd be in London. 

When we landed, we took a taxi to Kings Cross station where we agreed to meet Ron. 

We stuck out like a sore thumb with Hedwig, our luggage, and our jet-lagged appearances. 

We waited about ten minutes and considered just getting into another taxi to get to Ottery St Catchpole, when within the sea of Londoners boarding the trains, we spotted a tall, thin redhead walking towards us with a big smile on his face. 

Harry and I sprinted towards him, Hedwig screeching in her cage at the sudden jolt of movement.

"There you are! Been looking for you everywhere! Thought you missed your flight!" Ron pulled Harry into a one-armed hug which soon got interrupted by me as I pushed him away to hug Ron myself.

"I've missed you! You look so good! How tall are you now—what the fuck?" I exclaimed as I pulled away to inspect him. 

Ron was always taller than me but it seemed as if he grew several more inches during the summer. His jean cuffs were at his ankles. 

"6'2... y-you look good t-too," He answered coyly, pink tint rushing to his cheeks as they usually did whenever he talked to me.

"6'2!? Jesus. Also, what's up with both of you growing out your hair? I can't see your eyes." I giggled as I pushed Ron's hair out of his face. 

I hooked my arms around Harry and Ron's shoulders as we walked out of the station. 

Ron held my luggage as Harry and I told him about our summer. 

We approached a baby blue Ford Anglia which I learned to be responsible for breaking Harry out of his room at The Dursleys and flying both him and Ron to Hogwarts in 1992. 

From what I knew, Ron crashed the flying car into the Whomping Willow, so I really hoped we weren't going to fly it to The Burrow. 

After putting our stuff in the trunk, Ron got in the driver's seat, I got in the passenger's seat and Harry got in the back.

"Sounds like you guys had a brilliant time," Ron said, starting the car and driving out to the London streets normally. 

I let out a sigh of relief.

"It’s too bad that you couldn't join us, Ronnie. Hopefully, you can next year— we already have the whole summer planned out," I proposed to Ron enthusiastically, Harry nodding behind us. 

"Well... It's not that I couldn't... we just didn't have any money for a ticket..." Ron murmured, blushing in embarrassment.

"Why didn't you say so? I could've paid for your ticket." I frowned.

"R-really?" Ron asked, glancing at me briefly before his eyes returned to the road. 

"Of course! We really did miss you the entire summer. You'll come with us next year, no excuses."

Ron seemed really pleased. 

His eyes lit up in anticipation as he asked us to tell him what we had planned for the following year, knowing now that he'd be joining in on the fun. 

I noticed that we were driving past the countryside of England and that the Ford Anglia was traveling at what seemed to be light-speed—squeezing through the small crevices of the other cars on the road. 

I felt my stomach turn when noticing this, but neither Ron or Harry seemed phased.

About half an hour of driving later, we made it to Ottery St Catchpole. 

Ron's driving gradually slowed down as we drove into a small dirt road that led into a small town  the was surrounded by expanse, grassy fields.

We finally approached a peculiar house that could be mistaken as none other than The Burrow. 

It was several stories high and it looked as though it was going to topple over like a Jenga tower. 

The only explanation as to how it was being held up was magic. 

There were five chimneys on the roof, an overgrown garden, a creek full of frogs, and several fat chickens pecking around in the yard. 

It was beautiful. 

Ron was glancing at me nervously as I looked at the tall house.

"Well, this is The Burrow... It's not much—"

"But it's home." Harry finished his sentence, grinning at Ron. 

I beamed at both of them and eagerly got out of the car. I had to crane my neck back to look at the whole house in its entirety. 

"You like it?" Ron asked hopefully.

"I fucking love it. It's really beautiful." I replied astonished, looking around the area in admiration. 

This part of England was incredibly gorgeous. 

It was right out of a painting. I couldn't believe that this would be my home for a month until we had to return to school. 

I spotted three houses not far away from The Burrow, and I wondered if one of them belonged to The Diggorys. 

"Ronald? Oh— (Y/N)! Harry! Hello, dears!" Mrs. Weasley called to us from the door. 

We walked over to her and she quickly pulled us into her legendary, motherly hugs. 

"Mrs. Weasley, your home is very beautiful," I said to her, and the smile on her face grew.

"Thank you, sweetie. Please, come in!" She beaconed us inside and my bewilderment grew. 

Inside The Burrow, there was a lot of furniture— a bookshelf exploding with books, a kitchen full of pots and pans that were getting scrubbed on their own, and knitting needles getting to work by themselves as they hovered over an armchair.

"I'm so, so sorry for the mess, sweetie. I didn't expect you all to get here so soon!" Molly spoke exasperatedly, picking up some things off the dining table. 

"Please— don't worry about it. I'm really, really grateful to be a guest at your home," I assured her. 

"Oh! Aren't you an angel!" Molly cried, approaching me and cupping my face in her hands adoringly.

 I blushed and hugged her again.

The boys stood there staring at us awkwardly. 

Ron's face was now crimson as he watched my interaction with his mother, a timid smile playing on his lips. 

We got interrupted as three loud footsteps came bounding down the stairs, and Ginny, Fred, and George soon appeared. 

"Oi! There youse two are!" Fred exclaimed, greeting both Harry and I. 

Fred lifted me off the ground in a hug, making me yelp in surprise considering he was over a foot taller than I was. 

"We thought that maybe you fell from the sky in that flying Muggle vehicle thing. They do that right? Crash?" George asked, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug.

"George," Ginny and Molly both hissed at the twin for his insensitive comment, making me giggle. 

Ginny hugged me warmly and proceeded to greet Harry awkwardly. 

"Well they do, don't they?" George defended himself.

"Anyways, we're glad you're here. Especially you, (Y/N). Maybe now we'll catch a break from Ron's whining." Fred smirked at his younger brother.

"'What do you think (Y/N) and Harry are doing?'" George mocked Ron in a high-pitched voice.

"'How do you reckon America is like?'" continued Fred.

"'Maybe I should call (Y/N)'" Ginny surprised me, by joining in on the teasing.

"'Where do you think (Y/N) is now?'" 

"'Do you think (Y/N) will like this shirt?'" 

"Shuddup..." Ron grumbled, looking down to hide the evidence of his embarrassment on his face, causing Ginny and the twins to laugh. 

I giggled softly, nudging Ron's side gently to let him know that I knew it was all just a joke.

Two more footsteps starting descending the staircase, and I assumed that it was Mr. Weasley and Percy, but got taken aback when I saw two attractive redheads that I've never met before. 

One glance at them, and I already knew who they were: Bill and Charlie Weasley, the eldest brothers. 

"How're you doing?" Said one of the two, grinning at us and holding out a large hand. 

He was just as tall as the twins, though not as lanky as them but stockier and bulked up. 

I noticed he had shiny burns on his muscular, toned arms and knew he was Charlie— who Ron told me worked with dragons in Romania. 

Bill followed Charlie, shaking our hands. 

I glanced at Harry and noticed that he was just as surprised at the aspect of Bill as I was. 

From what Ron told us, he worked at Gringotts and had been Head Boy at Hogwarts. 

Knowing this, I imagined an older version of Percy— the strict and bossy Weasley brother, but Bill was nothing like him. 

Bill seemed cool. 

He was tall and slim (like Ron and the twins), he had long hair that was tied back to a ponytail and he was wearing an earring that had a little fang on it. 

He looked like he was ready to go to a rock concert.

I bit back my grin and once they walked away to help their mom in the kitchen, I turned to Ginny with wide eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me you had hot brothers?" I whispered to her accusingly, making her giggle.

"Ew— (Y/N), shut up." She laughed. 

Ron seemed to have overheard because he was clenching his jaw when I looked back at him. 

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It was lunchtime when we finished settling into The Burrow. 

Molly conjured up a bed in Ginny's room for me, and I managed to use the Weasley's newly purchased telephone to call my mother to tell her we arrived.

"We're eating out in the garden," Molly informed us when we came downstairs. "There's just no room for eleven people in here. Bill and Charlie are setting up the tables. Knives and forks, please, you two," she said to Ron and Harry.

We left Mrs. Weasley to finish fixing up lunch by making things fly around in the kitchen with her wand and entered the garden where we found Bill and Charlie with their wands out— making two battered, old tables fly high above the lawn, and directed the tables safely onto the grass. 

With a flick of his wand, Bill conjured tablecloths out of nowhere.

Soon, Harry and I were sat down with the nine Weasleys beneath the clear, blue sky. 

Molly's cooking of chicken and ham pie, boiled potatoes, and salad was paradise. 

None of us barely spoke as we enjoyed our meal. 

But ultimately, there was never a dull moment with the Weasleys. 

It turned into a constant struggle of trying to chew my food quickly so I wouldn't choke in laughter as the twins cracked their jokes.

 In the middle of the table, Mrs. Weasley was arguing with Bill about his earring.

"...with a horrible great fang on it. Really, Bill, what do they say at the bank?"

"Mum, no one at the bank gives a damn how I dress as long as I bring home plenty of treasure," replied Bill patiently. 

"And your hair's getting silly, dear. I wish you'd let me give it a trim..."

"I like it," I commented, earning an eye-roll from both Ginny and Ron. "It's in-style. All the Muggle rockstars wear it like that,"

Mrs. Weasley finally let the subject go, not wanting to argue with me, and I got a toothy grin and a wink from Bill which made me feel giddy.

Next to Molly— Fred, George, and Charlie were all talking spiritedly about the World Cup. 

"It's got to be Ireland," said Charlie thickly, through a mouthful of potato. "They flattened Peru in the semifinals."

"Bulgaria has got Viktor Krum, though," Fred emphasized. 

"Krum's one decent player, Ireland has got seven," said Charlie shortly. 

When we were finished, we helped Molly clear up and returned to the dining table for more conversation and dessert. 

Ron was talking to me animatedly about the new owl that Sirius gave him. He was explaining that he named it Pigwidgeon when I noticed somebody walking around the creek several feet away from us. 

My heart jumped to my throat when I saw Cedric Diggory waving at me, grinning handsomely. 

"Oh, right. He’s been walking by here for the past few weeks. Hasn't crossed my mind that he was looking for you— here I thought he had a crush on me!" said Fred and I giggled.

"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley— may I be excused?" I asked them politely, my leg bouncing impatiently under the table. 

"Certainly!"

"Of course you can, darling..." cooed Mrs. Weasley, giving me a knowing smile. 

I quickly stood up and heard Molly sigh something about 'young love'.

I could hardly control my excitement as I sprinted towards Cedric. His arms opened wide to catch me as I crashed into him in a hug, tackling us both to the ground. 

I landed on top of him with a grunt— both of us a  giggling mess.

"Sorry about my over-enthusiasm..." I blushed, looking at him dreamily.

"I've been strolling past The Burrow for the last weeks in the hopes of catching a glimpse of you. Whose the enthusiastic one here?" He chuckled, brushing some strands of hair off my face as his eyes roamed my face dotingly.

"I just got here today," I informed him as I sat up. 

"How was your summer?" He asked as he stood up, pulling me to my feet with him. 

We walked circles around the field as I told him everything that Harry and I had done. 

His summer was uneventful compared to mine— having only been practicing Quidditch and going on his walks to check if I've arrived at The Burrow. 

I was so engrossed with him whenever he spoke. 

Sometimes, when the sunlight hit him just right, his eyes glowed green instead of the usual shade of grey that they were. 

He was beautiful. 

I felt like I could talk to him forever. 

I couldn't, however, ignore the feeling that we had eyes on us the whole time. 

Whenever I glanced back at The Burrow, I spotted Ron staring at us. 

I felt guilty for spending time with Cedric. I was the Weasley's guest, after all, so I should've been spending this time with them. 

I was gloomily preparing myself to say goodbye so I could head back inside, but thankfully— I didn't have to.

"Oi, Diggory!" One of the twins called over. 

They were exiting the house holding some brooms. 

Harry followed them, holding his Firebolt.

"Fancy a match?"

Cedric looked at me as if to check if I was okay with it and I nodded quickly, wanting nothing more than to spend time with my friends and Cedric. 

He left to go pick up his broom from his house and I walked over to my friends with a stupid grin on my face.

༻✦༺

Ginny and I were lounging on the grass, basking in the sun as we watched the boys' fly around on their broomsticks above us. 

It was my first time seeing Ron playing Quidditch. He was playing the Keeper position, and he wasn't that bad. 

Harry and Cedric took turns playing Seeker, seeing as it was their original positions in their House’s Quidditch teams. 

My eyes followed Cedric intently, admiring how good he looked on his broomstick.

"You have drool..." Ginny pointed at my lip, smirking.

"Shut up, I do not,” I laughed, nudging her shoulder lightly.

We giggled and I appreciated how happy I felt at this moment. 

Ginny and I weren't really close last year, so I was appreciative to be gaining another friend.

"How long have you two been dating?" Ginny asked me, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand as she looked at me. 

"We aren't dating yet..." I confessed coyly, “but we've been talking since the end of last term."

"So you haven't kissed him yet?" 

"No, not yet."

Ginny looked at me in disbelief.

"I want to!" I said defensively "I just don't know when the right moment is. Even though it's been over a month since we started getting to know each other, I haven't talked to him for the majority of it. Maybe the more he gets to know me, he thinks I'm a total ogre and doesn't want anything to do with me anymore." I murmured. 

"Trust me, (Y/N), he's whipped. He's been visiting daily. Always looking at our house expectantly. Like clockwork..." Ginny rolled her eyes, grinning. "If I were you, I'd get with him soon. Cedric is prone to getting attention from girls. He's the perfect guy, he's been raised to be. Merlin— he was my first crush when we were younger and I watched him play with my brothers..." she murmured. 

My eyes flickered away from Ginny as I looked at him. 

I already knew he was immensely popular. 

Every girl in his proximity visibly swooned whenever he was around, and his friend group was really big considering what a nice guy he was. 

My heart fluttered when Cedric looked down at me from his broom, flashing me a smile.

"Don't get me wrong though, he's obsessed with you. I'm just saying you shouldn't waste any time." 

I nodded and smiled at Ginny warmly.

"I won't. Thanks, Gin." 

After a few more rounds of Quidditch, the boys grew tired and Cedric claimed he had to get back in time for supper. 

He said his goodbyes to me and asked me if I would join him for lunch the next day. 

I quickly accepted and got a wink from Ginny as she overheard us. 

Dinner with the Weasleys was just as wonderful as lunch. 

Arthur conjured up candles to light the darkening garden,  and by the time we had finished, fireflies were flying low over the table, and the warm air was perfumed with the smells of grass and honeysuckle. 

I didn't have any siblings, so this was the closest I've ever gotten to a family meal. 

It was easy to see why the Weasleys were such a close-knit family, with how much they bonded within meals. 

The table was once again cleared out, and we went back inside. 

Half of the family scattered around the house. 

Arthur sat in the living room to read the Daily Prophet, Bill and Charlie went up to their shared room, Percy also rushed upstairs to finish some coursework, and Molly went to her bedroom to get some rest. 

Harry, Ron, Ginny, the twins, and I sat down in the dining room, chatting away. 

"Oh!  I just remembered I burned you all some CDs back at home." I said to the Weasleys. 

I already gave Harry his CD filled with songs that he liked that I've introduced him to and had Hermione's CD ready for when she arrived. 

I even made Cedric a CD full of songs that reminded me of him, but I didn't know if I would ever build up the courage to give it to him. 

We weren't there yet. 

"You burned a what back at home?" asked George quizzically, as I opened my luggage to get the discs out.

"You'll have to use my Discman to listen to them— but here they are!" I beamed at them and handed them their CDs with their names written on them. 

Arthur was looking at me from the top of his newspaper. 

"Sorry— don't mean to eavesdrop but whose this 'Discman'?" He asked, eyeing my music device curiously.

"It's a Muggle music player, sir. You put a CD in—" I demonstrated by popping the compartment open and grabbed Fred's disc from him, placing it inside "— then when you press this button right here, you're able to listen to the music. It's portable, so you can take it wherever you like."

I pressed the 'play' button and 'Song 2 by Blur started playing.

"Wicked..." Fred grinned at my song choice.

"Yes— fascinating indeed. And what does it run on?"

"Batteries, sir. When the batteries die, you simply replace them. You can put headphones on them to listen to your music privately or speakers to play it louder. My mom gave it to me, it's my favorite. Professor Dumbledore even lifted the anti-tech spell for me so I could use it in the castle!" 

Arthur was captivated and began to ask me the function of all sorts of Muggle products. 

He was curious about the function of rolling chairs, rubber ducks, toasters, vending machines, revolving doors, leaf blowers and then asked me how an airplane can stay up in the air for so long without magic.

I tried my best to answer his questions but his children all grew so exasperated that they were soon dragging me up to their room so we could listen to the CDs in private. 

We inserted the speakers to my Discman and George excitedly put in his CD. 

'Smells Like Teen Spirit' by Nirvana started playing, causing the chaos to commence. 

The twins started cheering loudly, each taking Ginny and me by the hands and flung us around with them as we danced to the rhythm. 

Harry and Ron were sitting on the floor, laughing at the sight of us. 

Ron wasn’t discreet in ogling me as I let my body move with the rhythm, my hair flailing around me.

"What is this ruckus!?" we heard Molly complain from the hallway and soon enough the door burst open.

"HELLO, HELLO, HELLO, HOW LOW!" Fred and George were bellowing as they yanked their mother into our little mosh pit and made her dance. 

I giggled as I saw Molly's angry demeanor falter into amusement. 

"WITHE LIGHTS...DANGEROUS! FEELIN' STUPID...CONTAGIOUS!" the twins sang the song unintelligibly, rambling most of the lyrics and occasionally bellowing out the words they did know. 

"Oh, I don't think I can say that Muggle music is for me..." said Molly, sighing as she got away from the twins. 

I laughed at what she said, assuring her that it was okay. Nirvana wasn't for everyone— even in the Muggle world.

"I must say that I am glad you're here, darling. Everyone's a little bit happier when you're around." 

She uttered to me lovingly, cupping my cheeks and kissing my forehead.

I sighed happily, my heart full as I watched her leave the room before my arms got grabbed by the twins again as they pulled me back up to dance with them.

✩ next chapter: lunchtime with the diggorys ✩

[mallowsweetmiri]

I don’t know if you want to write this or just say what you think Molly and Author Weasley’s reactions would be. I’m fine with either one 😂 sorry in advance this is long af

But this popped into my mind and I’ve been thinking about it. Fred Weasley x a muggle reader. Not just a muggle reader but an American reader from the south, I bit of a country girl, polite, shy at first, and well mannered but also can be stubborn, mischievous, outdoorsy, and rough and tumble. Maybe she went over there for a collage exchange program, met Fred by chance and quickly finished her degree and got a job over there. Anyway they’ve been dating for about a year now and he wants to introduce her to the family but she’s nervous and doesn’t want it to be a big deal so they pick a night for her to just go with him to his parents house for dinner. When they come up with this plan Fred says “you know I have so many siblings, unless someone says something they may not even notice you. Especially with your dyed red hair.” It’s the beginning of fall so she just had seasonally dyed her hair Rich copper red with platinum blonde money pieces framing her face. So with Fred making that comment it turns into a bet between them on whether or not they’ve have to say something for her to be noticed. Fred’s muggle s/o cooks and brings some side dishes and desserts (enough for everyone) that’s she’s made knowing she’d be unexpected and didn’t want Molly to feel pressured into preparing extra food last minute. Plus she got some small gifts for everyone, Fred’s siblings and parents. Fred drove the Flying Ford Anglia to her place they loaded everything up and get to the house and go in discreetly. Fred quietly introduces her to his siblings one by one (George already knows her ofc) and tells them to keep quiet until he introduces her to the parents. As Fred and Ginny are talking Molly needs help in the kitchen so Fred’s s/o just goes in there and nonchalantly asks what she needs and offers to take the plate of rolls to the table so Molly had more kitchen space. Molly is distracted so she doesn’t think anything of it until s/o is walking away so Molly looks not recognizing the voice but sees the red hair and shrugs before the soup threatens to boil over ending that questioning train of thought.

A little while later Arthur gets home and goes into the kitchen to greet Molly and see if she needs anything when s/o comes back because her and Fred couldn’t find space on the table for the fruit salad and chocolate cake she brought. Fred stops in the doorway smirking and s/o stifling a giggle walks up behind Molly and Arthur and waits for a break in the conversation before she speaks up “Excuse me, but Fred brought his girlfriend home and she looks kinda sketchy. I heard she’s not only a muggle but an American muggle at that! Plus she’s been causing all sorts of trouble since she got here. First she’s brings food and now there’s no space on the table for anything then she clutters up the sofa with gifts. I think y’all might just have to throw her out, it’s your call though.” Fred’s s/o says but as she’s talking her smile turns nervous and she crosses her arms, hunching slightly, now feeling sheepish-

Okay miss writer!! Lmao I love this, I think that the Weasleys really wouldn’t care if one of their kids was dating a muggle, and being American wouldn’t phase them either! If anything, Arthur would be hammering her with questions. Molly would maybe be suspicious of an American girl, but in this scenario I bet she would feel bad for not immediately greeting her and wouldn’t think twice about welcoming her into the home!

[satureja13]

The TukTuk brought the Boys to Steam Station. Where they are supposed to take the train to who-knows-where... Hopefully to get to see Ji Ho.

They are already late and Sai, Jeb and Vlad went ahead to check in. Jack, the youngest (and strongest), is in charge for their luggage - and his good 'mate', Kiyoshi, who has a not-quite-here day today. The station master told them the train is departing soon from track 1.

Better not miss it! Sai: "Come on, Vlad." Poor Vlad is still deep in despair. He wasn't able to connect to Ji Ho through the bond since Ji Ho collapsed ingame. How is this possible? He didn't even hear Sai calling him. Jeb: "Vlad. Let's go. I'm sure we are going to see him soon, hm? And Noxee said he'll be fine." It's hard to keep the spirits up. The others are worried too, and they are blaming themselves for putting their therapies over the necessity to protect themselves against the Siren's Songs and Ji Ho's evil grandfather.

Jeb bought them some sweets from the trolley and a few seconds later, they already heard the Station Master whistle.

This is the Otherworld and this isn't an ordinary train. It just moved through the portal!

But it wasn't like travelling with warp speed or teleporting. After a while, they saw the countryside go by again.

Jack: "Ouf! These were the last crates!" And to the Station Master: "From which track is the train leaving again?"

Station Master: "Oh, I fear you just missed it." Jack: "Oh no... - eh, ok. From which track is the next train leaving then?" Station Master: "There is no other train anytime soon. Not this year, at last." What? ö.ö'

Time to bring the demon/deity out in Kiyoshi. They can't loose the others and be apart from them to not summon the prophecy Future Jeb made! So Jack tried to summon Kiyoshi: "Kiyoshi - I need you. Please - come back to the here and now - to your body - back to me! I need your help!" And really - Kiyoshi blinked twice - and seemed responsive. Jack told him what happened.

Kiyoshi seemed to understand and ran outside - to the TukTuk... Jack: "Uhm, yes. The TukTuk could teleport us. But we need Vlad and Ji Ho for this. It already had been hard enough for Vlad to bring us here all on his own."

Nonetheless Kiyoshi urged Jack to climb in. His eyes started to glow - and the TukTuk rose up in the air! It took them a while to locate the train so they could follow its track.

Sai, Jeb and Vlad had been so busy and in thoughts, they hadn't even missed them! Jeb was complaining that they still don't have any signal, so they are not leaving the Otherworld as it seems.

It had started to rain again a while ago and the seeing wasn't very good, so Sai first thought he was imagining things. But soon Vlad stood up and said: "Is this what I think it is?" It was! The TukTuk!

They scrambled up and ran over to the compartment next to theirs, where they supposed Jack and Kiyoshi - it was empty...

Saiwa: "I told you yesterday - I'm the worst leader of them all." Jeb: "No you're not. It happens. We are all out of our heads, hm?"

Jeb: "It will all be well. They'll follow us and meet us there." Whereever 'there' is...

Jack: "You are unbelievable!"

The idea of a flying vehicle isn't entirely new. Last year Jeb and Sai had flewn with Francine's flying Ford Anglia to Tartosa 🚙

Outtakes

Jack fell in love with Kiyoshi! 💞

This is the beginning of a new chapter!

From the Beginning 🔱 Underwater Love 🔱 Latest

Last Chapter: 'Who killed Jack?' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

[btsbabe7]

November Prompt 30: Roadtrip

Words: 491 | Pairing: Golden Trio, Fred & George Weasley x reader

It isn’t until you find yourself walking up to the old, rusted blue Ford Anglia that you realize the two Weasley twins were very serious about this roadtrip. But come to think of it, you can’t remember a time they’d mentioned doing something and not following through.

Walking alongside a yawning Harry, you can make out Fred and George’s hushed argument about who’s to drive the car. You glance over wearily at Harry, but the darkness is enough to shield your slight irritation.

Ron and Hermione join soon enough with the four of you already waiting inside the warmth of the car as they pack their trunks inside the trunk. Thanks to the car’s extension charm there’s enough space for the belongings of more than six. Even your best friend Solora would be tagging along too on the way back from the cozy cottage near the seaside far from here.

You stare out the window, feeling excited once the car finally takes off, courtesy of George. You’re happy you’ll have your best friends by your side for one last adventure before the start of your adult lives and with graduation now behind you all. The sky is painting salmon pinks and golden yellows across periwinkle colored clouds on the early morning horizon and seeing it from the view in the sky makes it much more awe-worthy.

Fred and George had planned the entire thing out. They knew how much you loved the sunrises and sunsets, so everything had to perfect. You can imagine their chuckling as they browsed for snacks, probably even throwing a few prank ones from their shop into the basket for added fun for everyone once you reached the cottage. Their spontaneity is the very reason you agreed to the pair coming.

Laughter floods the front of the car on Fred and George’s behalf and Ron seems to have made himself a makeshift bed against Hermione’s shoulder. His soft snores gaining a giggle from her as she attempts to read a book while occasionally stealing glances of the sunrise from the window. Harry rests against your shoulder as well, watching the sunrise with you and holding your hand underneath the blanket he’d brought along for the ride. It’s fit across the four of you in the backseat, keeping you all warm in the coolness of the frosted morning.

Flying through the air for this trip reminds you of the time Ron had broken Harry out of his aunt’s house in your second year. That was the last story you’d heard of the car. And reminiscing on the old times brings your attention from the sunrise to Harry. He’s so close, you can feel your breath mixing between the two of you and that closeness makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. The closeness makes you think of all you’ve been through together and makes you ecstatic to see where this roadtrip called life will lead you all now.

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[themiddleofwonderland]

Day 13: a rarepair for @hprecfest

Ooh, today I'd like to recommend one of the rarest possible pairs in this fandom (that surprisingly has four fics, and not just one like I thought): Aragog/Flying Ford Anglia in Follow the Butterflies by @rainstormradish

This fic is absolutely beautiful and surprisingly tender. I don't know what I was expecting when I saw the pairing, but it definitely wasn't shedding tears for a giant spider and a car. It's amazing how radish wove this secret love into canon, so seamlessly that I have no doubt this is the truth of the forbidden forest, hidden from all but those involved.

[annagaw]

Brought to you by my poor reading comprehension in r/Dramione, insomnia, and maladaptive daydreaming! Apparently, I need a Scooby-Doo x Dramione x Hozier crossover like *yesterday*.

Or, in the words of Hozier: "we’ll steal a flying Ford Anglia, be detectives, ride ‘round picking up clues." Arthur may be angry, but even he has to admit that the song, it is a bop.

If you think “what a silly little one-off picture, how fun, but that’s over now, let’s all move on with our lives” then I have absolutely horrendous news for you: I accidentally - whoops! - made a metric tonne of notes in procreate about my ideas for the HP mystery gang. I…I have comic panels sketched out. (Is this a cry for help?)

Stay tuned here for updates on whether or not the gang catch their ghoul! (Spoilers: almost certainly. They are magic folk and the ghoul is a muggle in a mask.) But who knows, maybe Hozier will actually show up! Maybe Ron will finally get his large sandwich! Maybe I’ll have to watch actual episodes of Scooby Doo eventually! (Idk that last one seems unlikely.)

[lynxindisguise]

ooooh let's play MASCH (black family mansion, apartment, shrieking shack, lupin cottage, house)

Partner: Sirius, Remus, Lyall, Jeff the Grindylow

Job: Sad Bartender, Hag, Auror, Pirate

Kids: 0, 1 godson, multiple werepuppies, 1 son with your wife who is also your boyfriends cousin

Vehicle: Enchanted motorbike, flying Ford Anglia, apparition, broom

Pick a magic number andddd go!!!

oh my god karfy I love this!! okay my fave number is 11, so let's go with that...

edit bc I did it wrong the first time:

House: Lupin cottage

Partner: Lyall (slay)

Job: Hag (SLAY)

Kids: Multiple werepuppies (lyall and I will raise such beautiful werepuppies together :'))

Vehicle: Broom

sleepover asks