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asacredwar-rp · 6 years ago

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Character Information

Name: James Potter

Age: 16

Blood Status: Pureblood

House: Gryffindor

Year: 6th

Sexuality:Heterosexual

Gender:Cismale

Allegiance: The Resistance

Faceclaim: Aaron Taylor Johnson

Extracurriculars: Quidditch Captain, Arts & Crafts Club, Dueling Club, & Herbology Club

Traits

Positive Traits: +Brave, +Loyal, + Vibrant + Empowering

Negative Traits: -Arrogant, - Cocky, - Insensitive, - Insecure

Connections

Wanted Connections:

Longtime childhood friend:

One he bullies:

Current Connections:

Remus Lupin/Sirius Black/ Peter Pettigrew - Best Friends

Emmeline Vance- Study buddy

Glenda Chittock - Frienemies

Bertram Aubrey/Severus Snape - Bullies

Thorfinn Rowle- Competitive rivals

Lily Evans - Tries to impress

Rita Skeeter -Secret Relationship

Biography

James was born in a sleepy little town in northern England, only son to Fleamont and Euphemia Potter. The couple had been trying for a son for a while and just when they were about to give up, they were surprised with a baby boy. As a result his parents are slightly older than average. Coming from a pureblood family, money was never an issue and neither was his status as a wizard ever questioned. He took his position in life for granted until he arrived at Hogwarts.

Although his parents were well-off, they still tried to instil in their son a sense of honour and duty to those who have less than they do. It was important to Euphemia that James was socially aware of how lucky he was. Every Christmas eve since James could remember, they spent it down at the house elf hostel, serving food to rejected or newly freed house elves.

James’ childhood was spent mostly with his mum, riding a broom, having lessons, and growing up like every child should–– happy and healthy.

On the train to Hogwarts was where he met his best mate. There was something about Sirius Black that drew James to him. They bonded almost immediately and were to be forever friends, inseparable and always into mischief. Remus was of a different sort. The boy was quieter and more reserved, but James also knew there was something about him that meant he should not be underestimated. Remus seemed to see something in James that he himself couldn’t. It was unusual and made James uncomfortable at times, but it also just made him extremely easy to be around. And then there was Peter. What some might consider to be the unlikely final addition, James never saw it that way. Peter was understated and resourceful, funny when he needed to be, and most of all unabashedly kind. James had never met anyone else like him and he admired Peter, more than anyone else he’d ever met. Peter was everything James couldn’t be, everything he was too terrified to be–– just unforgivingly himself.

Years passed in bliss. The boys got up to no good, then got into trouble, then got a owl from their parents, and then all was forgiven a week later. Homework and classes, Quidditch and finally, around year 4–– Girls.

James was a late bloomer and only really became interested in girls because Sirius bragged about kissing Sally Watson over summer holidays. To which, James bragged back about having kissed Sally Watson AND HER SISTER the year before. But as the year wore on, he became more aware of the opposite sex. He’d always known that he was what girls called “attractive.” He heard the giggles and had received the ‘love notes’ in first year, never paying them any mind.

Around then however, he became increasingly aware of how he looked, what girls thought, who they were, who was dating who, how to kiss one, what it would be like to actually…

It all began as a joke. He never started off actually 'liking’ Lily. She was fun to bug and annoy and he seemed to get the biggest reaction out of her. It became more and more fun to interact with her, to get her to look his way–– or better yet, to try to ignore him. It was a game. Until it wasn’t. And when James fell, he fell hard.

Extra:

James Potter was petrified in the hospital wing after seeing the reflection of a Basilisk.

Interested in James Potter? He is closed and being played by Bless.

#james potter #prongs #6th year #gryffiindor #bio rp #the resistance #asacredwarskeleton #marauders #asacredwar:kl #asacredwar:closed

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damian-wayne · 8 years ago

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hey just dropping by to say I'm so glad your peter parker edit popped up on my dash bc it led me to your blog and i am in awe of how amazing you and your edits are

hey!!! this is so nice What the heck! thank you so much omg?? and right back @ ya!

#this is probably so late but my ask is so broken i never get notified ;___;#answered #gryffiindors

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witchywomanrunningupthathill · 2 years ago

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Grim, Old Place

Pairing: Regulus x reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: LOTS of angst! Grab your tissues, y’all.

A/N: I hope I did your request justice!!! (crying emojis) In my typical fashion, I did my own little twist on the happy ending. Also, if you reaaaallllyyy want the feels, watch this TikTok before you read :))))))

Request: Hiiii i saw you were taking requests so could you do a Regulus black x reader where the reader is a gryffiindor and they have a whole forbidden romance thing. like basically jegulus but with the reader and alot of angst and a happy ending ofc !! tysm also you totally don't have to do this if you don't want to.

Number 12 Grimmauld Place was indeed a grim, old place. It was dark and dusty, less so now, thanks to the cleanup the Order had been doing for the past week. Still, the centuries of the Black family’s magic flowed within those walls.

You’d always felt safe here despite the dark history of the family it housed. It was hidden in plain sight, you had made plenty of happy memories here, and it was the place Regulus had called home.

You were helping Remus with the second-floor drawing room. He’d migrated back downstairs after Kingsley had called for him. Tired of sorting through dusty pillows, family heirlooms, and photographs, you huffed, staring out the window to the street below. It was impossible not to think of him. It was his family home, for Merlin’s sake. But you couldn’t tell anyone that. Marlene was gone. Dorcas was on a mission for the Ministry.

You chuckled to yourself as your eyes scanning the back wall of his bedroom, a framed Slytherin crest and faded Black family crest decorated the space above the fireplace. He was broken, burdened with damnable purpose. Regulus knew Sirius would never speak to him again after he’d taken the Dark Mark. He’d also known that Sirius would probably have murdered him if he’d known about your relationship. A Potter and a Black together. Unimaginable.

He was ashamed of what Sirius may have thought about him, but he refused to believe that maybe his brother didn’t hate him. Regulus was his baby brother, after all. But Sirius understood that he had to protect himself—free himself from his family’s pureblood mania—because Regulus had already chosen his lot. Regulus would have to pull himself out of this trainwreck.

As you walked further into the room, your hand danced across the top of his dresser, over a small box and several trinkets, between the folds of his bed canopy. You’ll never forget the time you asked Kreacher to tell you one of his happy memories. He usually would just apparate away from you, into the shadows of the old Victorian townhouse, but this time he had stayed. Maybe he missed Regulus just as much as you did.

It was one of the few happy memories he had; you suppose. “The filthy blood traitor boy…he was soon to return to Hogwarts for the winter holiday. It had been his first year as a student. Master Regulus was only nine years-old at the time, but he was very…Master Regulus was very expressive. My Mistress had told Master Regulus that it was time to retrieve that family disgrace from King’s Cross, and Master Regulus shouter for his traitorous brother” Kreacher scoffed at the memory “The smile on Master Regulus’ face. His eyes. Mistress ordered me to prepare Master Regulus, but he would not cooperate. I chased Master Regulus around Mistress’ household for fifteen minutes before I finally could grab hold of him. He was not often truly…happy after that year...”

It was true, Sirius was the star in Regulus’ sky, no matter how much he refused to speak to him when you tried to coax him into doing so. No matter how much he’d fight to keep his gaze from traveling over to Sirius during class or during quidditch matches or in Great Hall. Sirius had found his people – his tribe. Regulus was alone. Of course, he had Evan, Barty, and Caius, but he always felt separated from those boys. He had no one to meet him on his level. He’d gotten close with Evan, but no one seemed to get him like his brother did. But then you came along and turned his world upside down on a boring Thursday when Professor Havenhurst partnered the two of you in Defense Against the Dark Arts. That was the beginning of sixth year. You wish you’d savored the memories more than you did.

Being mad as hell, but also smirking to yourself when he caught the snitch, winning the match for Slytherin against their biggest rival. Your entire house would for sure have had your head if they’d heard you cheering “Come on, Reggie!” under your breath.

Or that time Marlene caught you two making out in the back corner of the Restricted Section of the Library. She didn’t look surprised. Instead, she was grinning, telling Regulus to “get it!” You missed how she could make light of almost anything.

You’d never forget how you used to glare across the quidditch pitch at Rebecca Macmillan seated in the commentators’ box, saying something about the way Regulus’ hair flowed in the wind, or his “exquisite bone structure,” the way he handled his broomstick. Basically, anything that was completely inappropriate for a match. At least she was honest, though – wasn’t afraid to say what everyone else was thinking.

It warmed your heart the way Regulus would frown so much when he was focusing that he’d end up giving himself a headache. You two would end up back in his dorm, laying in silence with only the Giant Squid to entertain you when it would glide past one of the windows ever so often.

To celebrate three months together, he’d taken you to a Holyhead Harpies match. Every time he looked over at you, with that toothy grin lighting up your face, he could’ve sworn he’d be content dying right then and there. That night, Regulus had said “I love you” for the first time.

You recalled sneaking into Grimmauld Place through the back garden and spending the night with him looking at the constellations.

You remember almost getting caught holding hands by your brother and the rest of his pranking posse in a corridor, but Regulus had quickly swooped the two of you behind a set of columns. They were none the wiser.

You remembered when he asked you if you’d go on holiday with him to France for a couple of weeks at the end of sixth year. You made love for the first time during a picnic the two of you had set up in the middle of a sunflower field. It was warm and sweaty and a little uncomfortable. But the way his silky skin felt against you as you held onto his back made you feel safe. The way he gazed down your body made you feel sexy. The way he’d check in with you, asking “does this feel good?” and “do you like that?” and “you want it harder?” made you feel like you might spontaneously combust right in the middle of that sunflower field. And the way he held your face as he kissed you after it was over made you feel full. Made you feel loved.

Midway through seventh year, Dorcas had walked in on you two in your dorm. Regulus was resting his head on your bare chest, drawing shapes on your tummy with his finger as you both lay in the afterglow. She’d smirked, before quickly leaving you two in privacy. You and Regulus both had a row over who forgot to lock the door. When you returned to your room after dinner that night, Dorcas, Marlene, and Lily inundated you with questions about the “mystery-man-no-more” you’d been seeing.

It got easier to hide your relationship from the boys when you graduated, though. Bought yourself a decent flat in Southwark and made it your new home. Except, James had a habit of making surprise visits for two months straight when he’d deduced that you were with someone. One time, you had to stuff Regulus inside your wardrobe, almost slamming his hand in the door as James barged into the entryway, just like he used to enter your childhood bedroom. The man never did understand privacy. “You really should ward this place, monkey,” he’d say.

James’ suspicions were confirmed one night at the cottage in Godric’s Hollow. James watched you holding baby Harry and cooing at him, when the child suddenly grabbed and pulled on your hair, revealing two hickeys you’d failed to cover on your neck. As you tried to release your hair from Harry’s surprisingly painful grip, he’d spotted the ring on your right index finger – an enormous, white gold and onyx signet ring with a “B” scripted in the center. He was…confused, to say the least. When he asked Remus if he knew anything, Remus simply shrugged. He could smell the younger Black on you, thanks to his lycanthropy. A tobacco, peppery, minty-vanilla scent that he’d caught onto over two years ago.

The memory faded, but you twisted the ring around your finger as you stared at a photo of Regulus and his quidditch teammates. It was supposed to be serious, but they all quickly broke into laughter after Evan had said something. If only those damn photos and portraits could talk…well, except for Walburga’s of course. You’d give anything to hear his laugh just one more time.

Nasty memories lived here in the Black’s ancestral home. You knew Regulus and Sirius had suffered their fair share of emotional trauma. But they had had each other, even though it was not for as long as either of them had wanted. Now, with only Sirius here, it still felt good to stand in this house, in this bedroom. It definitely felt empty in most places, but you could put a lot of compassion into this place with the work you were all doing with the Order for the greater good.

You find an old quidditch t-shirt tossed carelessly onto a chair by the fireplace. You must have left it there some time ago during one of your midnight visits during school holidays. Regulus had charmed the shirt to carry his scent so that you always have a part of him back in your dorm. You had slept in that shirt almost every night during your final year at Hogwarts. You pick it up before sitting in the chair and bringing the shirt to your nose. The charm had probably worn off by now, you think. You bury your face in it, deeply inhaling. Tobacco, vanilla, mint, and peppercorn. Warm tears fill your eyes before spilling down your face. You cry soundlessly into the shirt, only sniffling twice.

James stares at you through the doorway, shoulder resting against the doorframe with his hands in his front pockets. I worried smile slowly makes its way across his lips. He walks over to you and wraps arm around your shoulder.

“Were you happy?” he asks.

You nod, letting the t-shirt drop into your lap as more tears fall.

“Then stop crying, monkey.”

You’d always hated that nickname. You never forgive McGonagall for making you transfigure a bonsai tree into a squirrel monkey, or yourself for mispronouncing the spell. It was a free-for-all; the way James saw it.

“If you think I’m angry with you, I’m not,” he says.

You just grab onto him, sobbing into his midsection as he holds you. You’ll never forgive Regulus for leaving you the way he did. “You stupid idiot!” you’d scream out into the silence of your flat when the pain became too much. You’d never even gotten to see his body. Maybe his body wasn’t even his anymore. He was probably a godsdamned Inferius stuck in that horrid cave.

James let go of you. You slide Regulus’ signet ring from your finger, inspecting it. You hadn’t taken it off since the day he’d given it to you. Although, maybe you should have paid attention to the piece of jewelry.

As you slide your finger along the inside of the ring, a series of words engraved in black appears.

Look to the stars – 1960

You furrowed your eyebrows, staring back at the clue while your mind raced. Go get up and go to the window, looking outside, it’s overcast. Typical London. Maybe he didn’t mean those stars, you muse. You and Regulus had cast the night sky on his bedroom ceiling, hidden from Walburga with a glamour charm.

“Revelio,” you cast.

The stars appear in all their glory, twinkling and sparking just as they always had. You had chosen to put the Chinese constellations, inspired group project in Astronomy. You had no idea what you were supposed to be looking for.

“What are you doing?”

“James, just shut it for a moment, would you?”

He raises his hands in defense.

“1960…1960…what the bloody hell does that have to do with anything?”

Oh, you thought.

“James, you were born in ’60 right?”

“Yes, why?”

James, Sirius, Peter and Remus had all been in the same year, were all born in 1960, you piece together.

“1960…1960 is the year of the rat…” you say, looking back up at the constellations and searching for the animal. “The rat…the rat…” you repeat. James just looks at you like you’ve gone mad.

Then you remember the story. Bloody divination finally comes in handy, you thought. You recall the passage from your textbook about the story of the Heavenly Gate Race.

“James, do you remember the Heavenly Gate Race story Trelawney told us during that class before Halloween?”

“You know I don’t give a damn about divination!”

“Merlin, do I have to do everything in this family?” you complain, sighing.

“Okay, well if you had actually paid attention, it’s the story of how the twelve animals of the Chinese zodiac reached the Heavenly Gate and became its guards…The Rat is most significant.”

Long ago, before the Chinese zodiac existed, The Jade Emperor wished to choose twelve animals to serve as his guards. He sent an immortal being into the world of man to spread the message that the earlier one passed through the Heavenly Gate, the higher rank one would have.

The next day, the animals of the world set off towards the Heavenly Gate. Rat got up earliest. On his way to the gate, he came upon a river. He stopped there, unable to cross due to the strong current. After waiting a time, Rat noticed Ox preparing to cross the river and jumped into Ox’s ear. Ox did not mind and simply continued on the journey. After crossing the river, Ox raced toward the palace of the Jade Emperor. But, before Ox could reach the end the race, Rat jumped out of his ear and dashed to the feet of the Emperor, winning first place, while Ox was second.

“We have a rat of our own, Jamesy. We’re fighting his Emperor.” you taunt.

Peter had dashed to the feet of his Dark Lord. Our secret keeper is in Voldemort’s ranks, you think, bile rising in your throat.

“No…No” James says incredulously, bringing his hand to cover his mouth as he shakes his head.

“James…” you say, heart rate rising. The faces of everyone in the Order flash in your mind. “It’s Wormtail. He…he was telling me all along…and I didn’t look at this stupid fucking ring!”

“Fuck!” James whispers.

Despite the bombshell, you smile to yourself, tears once again dotting your eyes. Your finger strokes across the "B" in the middle of the ring.

Here was Regulus protecting you, even in the afterlife. Saving you and his older brother and everyone else you called family. Here he was being brave, like Siri, in the middle of this grim, old place.

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inazuma-hpau · 7 years ago

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Anonymous said to inazuma-hpau: tBh i feel like Kazemaru is a Hufflepuff because he's always trying his best to help others and he's just a pure boi

Like said in earlier posts, there’s no one size fits all for any character!

Personally, although I saw Kazemaru on the outside as a Hufflepuff, I felt there were more aspects of him that showed him as a Gryffindor. I also felt that as a character, he would have better development in his 7 years at Hogwarts in Gryffindor than in Hufflepuff.

Gryffindor!Kazemaru

One of the first reasons I saw Kazemaru as a Gryffindor is from the way he’d throw himself in front of Endou to take a hit for him. He doesn’t think about it - he just jumps and recklessly shields his body from the ball the moment he sees it dangerously about to hit Endou. That in itself is a very “act before you think” attitude that most Gryffindors have - I see Hufflepuffs as more of “let’s die together” while Gryffindors have the “I’d die for you” personality.

Another reason I like him in Gryffindor is because he loves to play against strong players. Especially entering into his first year, Hufflepuff don’t particularly have a strong team / haven’t had a strong team in years. When you play for a strong team, you’ll come across strong competition at a rivalling level to your team’s - not just that, but you consider your teammates as strong rivals to from the moment you attempt a trial for that team (as of course there are many of you going for 1 of 7 positions on the team).

Although one of Kazemaru’s is that he cares for his team and he tries to help others, he can be just as much an individual as he is a team player - e.g him originating from the track and field team (which is more of an individual sport to soccer, and trying to improve his own skills/ going off on his own to create his own hissatsu techniques). While Gryffindors can be team players, they are also quite individualists as well.

I also love watching Kazemaru as a Captain. Even though Kazemaru isn’t on my list of favourite characters, I’ve always liked him as a character and wished he got a little more spotlight. We only get to see it a little bit with Dark Emperors and him substituting in Inazuma Japan when Endou was with the Penguin Trio. If he were in Hufflepuff, then Endou of course would be captain. Gryffindor is full of great strong individuals Gouenji, Torumaru and Someoka as Chasers, Fubuki twins as beaters and Genda as a keeper. They’re great as individual players, but without Endou, someone has to bring all the members of the team together. As he is seen as one of the most reliable characters in Inazuma Eleven, I like seeing him as the connection between the Gryffindor team. Fubuki Shirou could potentially have filled this role, but I see him not as trusted as Kazemaru in their earlier years because of the reputation and attitude Atsuya had first shown when trying out for the team - at one point Shirou being compared to Atsuya despite the ones making the assumptions (older students) not really knowing him that well.

One of the things I liked about Kazemaru in the Aliea Academy arc is the character development he went through with his confidence issues in not being “strong enough”. If he were placed in Hufflepuff I don’t he would nearly have as much impact to challenge his confidence especially with his captaincy and seeker position on the line in Gryffindor.

#inazuma eleven #gryffindor #gryffiindor!writing #gryffindor!kazemaru ichirouta

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socialanxiety-queen · 4 years ago

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Trap-o-ween days 23: Hogwarts/Gryffiindor|Solby

If you believe in magic, come along with me

We'll dance until morning 'til there's just you and me

And maybe, if the music is right

I'll meet you tomorrow, sort of late at night

And we'll go dancing, baby, then you'll see

How the magic's in the music and the music's in me

#sam and colby #xplr #colby brock #solby #sam golbach #solby vs the world #trap o ween

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problemic-characters · 5 years ago

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Harry Potter: Percy Weasley

Percy Weasley is my favorite Harry Potter character. He’s intriguing, his plot is compelling, and really, he deserves more attention.

NOTE: This post is not in any way intended to disparage the rest of the Weasley family. I think that all of them are great people, yes, even Ron.

A lot of people, when looking for redemption arcs in Harry Potter, like to point to Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy. But why does almost no one look at Percy Weasley? There are legitimately more fanfictions, headcanons, and so forth about how Voldemort is secretly a great dude who just wants to help the Wizarding World than there are about Percy Weasley. Can we just... talk about him for a minute?

Percy Weasley grows up in a very much Gryffiindor family, “it doesn’t matter how much money we have as long as we have love” type of home. But Percy Weasley is ambitious. He’s not particularly brave. Any House would fit him better than Gryffindor. He’s ambitious, studious, hard-working, but not brave. And growing up in this Gryffindor household, his best attributes, the things he wants to be, are being constantly put down by his family. Certainly none of the other Weasleys value ambition, a consummate Slytherin trait. Arthur Weasley is content with his low-paying position at the Ministry. Percy Weasley is constantly teased and mocked for studying, for wanting to get somewhere in life. His family’s values are not Percy Weasley’s values and it shows. Fred and George Weasley continually mock him for being a Prefect and striving for academic achievement. While Molly Weasley doesn’t do anything to encourage this, she’s not discouraging it very effectively, either.

So Percy Weasley goes to Hogwarts, and it is a fantasy to him. His parents and older brothers have told him stories and built up its image until Hogwarts isn’t just a place, it’s a dream. So Percy Weasley goes, and he puts the Sorting Hat on his head. And the Sorting Hat says to him, Slytherin. Or, Ravenclaw. Or, Hufflepuff.

And Percy Weasley thinks back to the Sorting Hat, Please, no. Gryffindor, Gryffindor, what will make you give me Gryffindor?

And in response, the Sorting Hat tells him, Are you sure? Gryffindor will not bring you happiness. Gryffindor will not advance your dreams. Gryffindor will not encourage your search for knowledge.

Yes, Percy Weasley thinks.

“Gryffindor!” it yells, and Percy Weasley joins the red-and-gold-clad table amidst cheers.

But his year-mates laugh when Percy Weasley asks them to go to the library with him and mock him for writing out essays three days in advance. When he gets an O on a paper, people look down at him and ask why he invested so much time into a random assignment.

Maybe Oliver Wood is his mortal enemy, obsessed with Quidditch and constantly ignoring homework in favor of flipping through Quidditch magazines. Maybe he ignores Percy Weasley, the quiet studious bookworm hiding in the corner, and in return, he ignores Oliver Wood, the bright laughing kid constantly pestering the Quidditch team. Maybe the duo becomes friends, bonding when Oliver spends hours reading books on Quidditch strategies. But in the end, it doesn’t matter.

In his fifth year, Percy Weasley makes Prefect. Some part of him expects his family to be proud, and his mother is. But the twins mock him about it, and the rest of his family simply don’t care. And seeing his mother chastise the twins, Percy Weasley wonders if his mother only cares about his achievements in that they can be used to pressure his (better, the vicious, nasty part of him whispers) siblings.

When Bill and Charlie made Prefect, he thinks with a touch (more than) of bitterness, the rest of the family cared. But I’m not the brave Gryffindor, I’m just good old studious Percy, and therefore it’s expected.

He starts dating Penelope Clearwater, and the rest of the year passes by in a blur of prefect duties and watching out for Ron Weasley.

Percy Weasley’s sixth year starts with a clandestine kiss in a secluded corner from Penelope Clearwater but quickly devolves. His younger sister, Ginny Weasley, is deteriorating, and his other siblings are doing nothing. So he offers her a Pepper-Up Potion, stays up late nights to assist her with homework, and reassuring her that Ron Weasley won’t get expelled. He thinks about taking her to Madam Pomfrey more than once, but Ginny Weasley insists that she’s fine and Percy Weasley does nothing.

He’s on the brink of just reporting her to the school nurse anyway when suddenly Penelope Clearwater is petrified, and his days devolve into a frantic mass of fear and chaos.

Suddenly, his little sister is taken (dead, his mind supplies), and Percy Weasley is writing a letter to his parents. telling them that the youngest Weasley has been taken by the Heir of Slytherin. And then, just as suddenly, Harry Potter rescues her and rescues Ginny Weasley from the Chamber of Secrets; Percy Weasley is left reeling in the wake.

The seventh year, there’s a mass murderer on the loose, and Percy Weasley is paranoid. His parents asked him to watch out for both Ron Weasley and Harry Potter because really, a Prefect and the eldest Weasley remaining at Hogwarts? They ask him to keep an eye on the two. And, well, maybe they don’t outright ask him to watch Ron Weasley, but it’s implied, isn’t it? His younger brother is close to the Boy-Who-Lived and therefore a target. Percy Weasley is certain his parents know this and assumed he knew it as well. After all, Sirius Black didn’t discriminate between the Potters, Peter Pettigrew, and the innocent Muggle bystanders, did he?

When he makes his rounds of the Great Hall after Sirius Black tries to break in, he doubles back a few times to subtly check on his siblings. All of them, even the twins. Percy Weasley is terrified, and he hopes to Merlin that Sirius Black is caught soon. Normally, he hates the Dementors with a burning passion, but tonight, he’s grateful for their presence.

He decides that he needs to put more effort into ensuring Harry Potter and Ron Weasley’s safety. Harry Potter, he follows around obviously, trying to discourage Sirius Black from attacking when an older, well-trained student is in the vicinity. For his brother, he focuses on keeping a subtle eye on him, and ensuring that Ron Weasley isn’t following Harry Potter around. For all that Percy Weasley likes the Boy-Who-Lived, he knows that Harry Potter is a magnet for trouble and danger. He tries to watch them, he really does, but then Sirius Black breaks into Gryffindor Tower, almost killing Ron Weasley, and all Percy can think is, I failed.

When the news comes that Sirius Black is caught, Percy Weasley breathes easier. They’re safe. He feels this for all of two hours, right up until Sirius Black escapes. Harry Potter is raving about the mass murderer’s innocence, the innocence of the man who killed his parents, and Percy Weasley wonders a tiny bit about the boy’s stability. But not for too long.

After graduating from Hogwarts, Percy Weasley has his dream job. He’s overjoyed. Not only that, he’s working under Bartemius Crouch. For Merlin’s sake, the man is a legend! So Percy Weasley ignores it when Crouch calls him “Weatherby,” and the sneers of other Ministry workers who look down and say, “Just like your father.” He knows it’s not a compliment, and a tiny part of him burns with anger at his father. But it’s not very large, and he ignores it.

At the Quidditch World Cup, everything goes wrong so quickly. Percy Weasley stands back to back with his father and fires off Stunners towards the mob. He gets a bloody nose for his trouble, but in the end, his family is safe, and that’s all that matters.

As the year progresses, he slowly finds that he’s taking on more and more responsibilities for his boss. But this is a good thing! It just means that his idol trusts Percy Weasley more and more. And then Percy Weasley is judging at the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament, and all he can think is this: Merlin, Ron? So he runs down to the lake and drags his younger brother to safety. And he knows it’s foolish and stupid, but he thinks, just to himself, that if Ron Weasley had stayed away from Harry Potter, this never would have happened. And it’s true, isn’t it?

But everything is going fine for him, right up until Harry Potter finds Bartemius Crouch wandering the Forbidden Forest in a daze. And then all of Percy Weasley’s dreams are spiraling down a drain, disappearing into the fog. Sometimes, he can barely breathe, barely think, and he’s been demoted so many times that he might never even reach up to his father’s rank at the Ministry.

The Boy-Who-Lived stumbles away from the Portkey holding the corpse of Cedric Diggory. Percy Weasley doesn’t know what to think, what to believe, but then Cornelius Fudge is right there, telling him that Harry Potter is insane. And, well, Percy Weasley doesn’t want to believe it, but there are tiny little things that have been adding up over the years. And Cornelius Fudge is the Minister. Shouldn’t he be right, then? So Percy Weasley believes the Minister for Magic.

In the wake of the debacle, he gets a promotion. He exhales, letting out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. It’s fine. He can still accomplish his dream. So he returns home, ready to tell his family the joyous news. But when he does, they don’t care. And then his father tells him that it’s all a trick, that Percy Weasley could never achieve something like this on his own merits, no, the Minister is manipulating him.

His throat tightens, and suddenly, he can’t breathe again. Percy Weasley screams at his father instead and storms out of the house. If his father doesn’t think that he could accomplish this on his own merits, then his father is a fool. And Dumbledore is going down, because that’s what the Minister said, and if the Minister is wrong, then his father is right and Percy Weasley didn’t get anywhere because of him, no it’s all because of his father, everything for the Ministry, for his dream, comes back to Arthur Weasley-

When Percy Weasley finds out that his youngest brother is consorting with Harry Potter, he writes Ron Weasley a cautionary letter. Because family is still family, and he doesn’t want his siblings to be hurt. And perhaps no one truly knows what went down in Harry Potter’s first year, not besides Harry Potter himself and Albus Dumbledore, but what they do know is that Harry Potter was involved in an incident with Quirinius Quirrell, and then Quirinius Quirrell was dead. And in his second year, Harry Potter made his way to the Chamber of Secrets, where Percy Weasley’s sister almost died and his younger brother was trapped in a rockfall with an amnesiac idiot. In his third year, Ron Weasley was kidnapped by Sirius Black because he was standing next to Harry Potter and had his leg broken. And then a werewolf attacked him (not that Percy Weasley blames poor Professor Lupin, it’s not as if he could control it, but he would hope that at least Dumbledore would have had better containment measures than simply releasing a werewolf into the Forbidden Forest each full moon) and Ron Weasley could have died or been inflicted with lycanthropy. Then, in the fourth year, Percy Weasley’s brother was pulled into the Black Lake and attacked by the merpeople because he was Harry Potter’s friend. And then Harry Potter disappeared with Cedric Diggory and Cedric Diggory came back dead. So, no, Percy Weasley does not want Ron Weasley associating with the Boy-Who-Lived, because their continued association will get him killed. He writes a letter. It goes unanswered.

Down in the depths of the Ministry of Magic, Percy Weasley can’t deny the fact that Voldemort is back. But if Voldemort is back, then his father was right. And if his father was right, then Percy is useless. His entire career amounts to being manipulated by a man who couldn’t remember Percy’s name and then as a convenient pathway to try to spy on his family.

So Percy Weasley runs, and runs, and runs, and doesn’t go back to the Burrow. Not until Christmas, when the new Minister for Magic drags him there. And upon arrival, he knows that Rufus Scrimgeour only wanted to go to talk to Harry Potter. Percy Weasley is a tool, a way for the Ministry to try to reach Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix. That’s the only reason anyone keeps him around anymore, as a stepping stone to get somewhere else, to someone more important.

He’s standing uncomfortably inside the Burrow, watching his family like strangers. Molly Weasley embraces him, but, well, his mother has always been the most accepting of his dreams out of all his family. Even if he still wonders if it was for the standard that she could hold his siblings up to. But either way, the rest of his family are staring at him, and then Percy Weasley is being driven out of his former home with mashed parsnips. Outside the house, he stares at his polished black shoes and waits for the Minister to come out.

The Minister is unhappy, and Percy Weasley knows that his negotiations with the Boy-Who-Lived did not go well. Some part of him is viciously happy at this, but the rest is worried because while he might only be a tool, Percy Weasley is still a higher-up of the Ministry and very much aware of the situation. The war is turning in the Death Eaters’ favor, or it always was, and it doesn’t matter because if the Ministry can’t regain the public’s favor, the Death Eaters can start swaying it to their sides. So he returns to the Ministry with piles of paperwork and a wand holster up his sleeve.

He attends Dumbledore’s funeral. Even if he didn’t approve of many of Dumbledore’s actions, he was still a great man. Percy Weasley can recognize that now, at least. None of his family approaches him. The feeling is mutual, and he ignores them as well.

The Ministry is overthrown, and everyone knows it. Perhaps Percy Weasley keeps his head tucked low and recites the pureblood lines, this sham of a government. Perhaps he forges Muggleborn paperwork that proclaims them to be halfbloods. Perhaps he smuggles Muggleborns and their families out of the country. Perhaps he throws himself into work for the Death Eaters, secretly sabotaging them the entire time.

In the end, it doesn’t matter. Instead, what matters is that he makes his way to Aberforth Dumbledore and joins the Battle of Hogwarts. Percy Weasley joins the Order of Phoenix and fights side by side with his siblings. When he makes a joke, Fred Weasley laughs, and he wonders if maybe the twins aren’t so bad after all- his younger brother is dead, and Percy Weasley can’t help but wonder if there was something he could have done. If he had seen the explosion faster and pushed Fred Weasley out of the way. If he hadn’t distracted his brother with the stupid joke. If he had traded his own life for Fred Weasley’s, because, well, Fred Weasley is loved. George Weasley needs his twin. They have a joke shop. Countless people would be (are) devastated if (because) Fred Weasley died (dies). And Percy Weasley is not.

After the battle, he returns to the Ministry. He rejoins under Kingsley Shacklebolt’s administration in the Department of Magical Transportation. But, well, Percy Weasley will always wonder if he could have saved his brother.

Fin

This turned into more of a character study than a list of reasons. Percy is my favorite character because he betrays his family. In the series, he had this extremely compelling storyline and background that was never fully explored. And not enough fanfiction writers explored that either, so I wrote this about why he is honestly one of the most interesting characters in Harry Potter.

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