#harryjamespotter

[harryjpxtter]

Title: Rescued by Love 🤍

Pairing : Harry Potter x f!reader

Type of story : injured reader, slight angst, pure fluff

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You were Harry Potter's girlfriend, and being with him made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. However, that all changed when you were kidnapped by the Death Eaters and taken to Malfoy Manor.

You were held captive there for days, and during that time, you were tortured and interrogated by the Malfoys. You were grateful when Harry, Ron, and Hermione came to rescue you, but you were also in bad shape. You had cuts, bruises, and burns all over your body, and you could barely walk.

Harry carried you out of the Manor and took you to Fleur and Bill's cottage, where he helped you recover. He was by your side every step of the way, holding your hand and whispering words of comfort.

As you started to heal, you began to feel self-conscious about the scars and marks that covered your body. You didn't want Harry to see them, but he noticed them anyway. One night, as you lay in bed together, he kissed each scar and told you that they were perfect.

"You are perfect," he whispered, looking into your eyes. "And I love every part of you."

Tears filled your eyes as you hugged him tightly. You knew that Harry loved you, but hearing him say it out loud made all the difference.

Days turned into weeks, and as you regained your strength, you longed to go outside and feel the sun on your face. However, your legs were still shaky, and you were afraid to fall. Harry sensed your restlessness and suggested that you take a walk with him.

You made your way to the beach, and as you sat on the sand, watching the waves crash against the shore, Harry wrapped his arms around you.

"Have you ever thought about our future?" he asked, his voice soft.

You looked up at him and smiled. "Of course, I have. I want to be with you forever."

Harry grinned. "That's what I want too. I want to marry you, have a family with you, grow old with you."

You felt your heart swell with love as he spoke. "I want all those things too."

"Then let's make it happen," he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You leaned into him, feeling safe and loved. You knew that you had been through a lot, but with Harry by your side, you could face anything.

The two of you stayed on the beach, talking about your dreams and hopes for the future, until the sun began to set. As you made your way back to the cottage, you knew that you had found your soulmate in him, and nothing could ever tear you apart.

[mastermindmiko]

Tests

Paring: Fred Weasley + fem!reader

word count: 2124

Summary: Angelina has been suggesting that you're pregnant, you're sure that she's wrong, but what's the harm in checking? She was right.

Warnings: Pregnancy, the future, ANGST with happy ending. Maybe some errors, I wrote this at 2 am.

Hey! if you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

I've known that something was wrong for two weeks now. I've been feeling sick, and I've missed my period. I've been craving a lot of different foods that I wouldn't usually eat, and my friends have noticed.

Angelina pointed it out to me this morning and that's how we got where we are now. She's holding out not one, not two, but three tests for me to try. I shake me head and look at her incredulously. I chuckle, "No way, Angie."

"Yes way, You might be." Angelina says, waving them in the air. I pace around the room again, and then stop to look at her and say, "Fred and I are always safe."

"Condoms only work most of the time, not always." Angelina says, and I sit on my bed, contemplating the thought. Angelina adds, "You've been craving things, you've been moody, you missed a period!"

"There has to be another explanation. I'm sure. I am sure that I'm not pregnant!" I say, and then Angelina walks from her bed to mine and says, "If you're so sure, then what's the harm in taking these to make sure."

"Fine." I say. I grab them from her hands and hop off the bed. I head to the bathroom and I take the tests. I set them up one by one beside each other perfectly in a straight line, and wait anxiously for the results to appear.

Angie knocks on the door and I open it for her. She looks at the three tests and stands beside me. I nibble on my fingers, anxiously. Angelina opens her mouth to say something and I shush her loudly. She says, "What? Am I gonna scare them by talking?!"

I, once again, shush her loudly. She huffs and folds her arms over her chest. I stare at the tests then at the watch over my wrist, thinking, why the hell is time moving so slow? As the time is about to finish, I start to pace around the room, then shuffle on my feet. Angelina says, "You can hold my hand if you're nervous."

"I'm not nervous!" I shout at her, then after a few second of nibbling at my bottom lip, I grab her hand in mine. I look at the watch, then squeeze Angie's hand, anxiously. In any second, there's either going to be a piece of news that will change not only my life, but my life and Fred's life forever, or I could have spent a lot of unnecessary time worrying.

"I'm sure whatever it is, you'll be fine." Angie says, she already knows that I'm pregnant, she feels it in her gut. I'm too scared to think about it myself because I might get that same feeling in my gut. All the evidence is there, the fatigue, not being able to go through a few classes before heading to the toilets, the nausea. All signs point to yes, but the proof will be in front of us in a few seconds.

My hands start to feel clammy and I need to not be holding anyone's hand right now. I go to sit on the closet toilet seat, and Angie sits on the edge of the tub. She asks, "How are you feeling?"

My throat feels dry, and I rub my hands together before rubbing them on my pants to dry them. I shrug my shoulders, and exhale. I let out a nervous chuckle, then say, "I'm terrified."

"What will everybody think? We've still got a few months left of school." I say, and I start panicking thinking about all the things that can go wrong about getting pregnant. "How can I have my NEWTs while being pregnant?"

I think of the last thing, the thing that's on my mind the most. You don't need to take your NEWTs to have a career anymore, and who cares what people think. My hands start to shake and I cry, "What if Fred leaves me?"

Angelina rushes to my side when she sees me cover my face and start crying. She presses a hand to my back and rubs it soothingly. She says, "Honey, it's going to be fine. I'm sure everything will work out to what's best, really. You can choose not to keep it, or put it up for adoption, maybe. Besides, you'll always have me."

I lift my hands from my palms and see her giving me a nervous smile herself. I smile back at her gratefully, and wrap my arms around her. From behind her back, I notice that one of the tests has changed. I trample her on my way, reaching it. I place my other hand over my mouth as I notice the two stripes.

I look at the others and they all have the same result. The two stripes. All the tests are positive. I gasp, and purse my lips. Angelina doesn't say anything and still rubs my back reassuringly. I put the tests back beside the sink and wash my hands. My heart is beating a hundred miles an hour.

"What are you going to do?" Angelina asks, cautiously. I sit back down on the toilet seat and she crouches in front of me. I tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling. I reply, "I have no idea."

"Darling?"

I hear Fred's voice say, and my eyes widen as much as they can. Angelina stands up immediately. I push her near the door, and whisper, "Go tell him I'm sick, or busy, anything like that. I can't talk to him right now, I can't!"

Angelina walks out of the bathroom, and I press my hear against the door, hoping to hear the conversation. Fred says, "Hi, Captain."

"She's busy right now, Weasley. She can't talk." Angelina says, in a steady voice, even though I know she's nervous. I can just picture Fred's face morph into confusion and then he says, "Why?"

"Is she in there?" Fred asks, I hear his footsteps coming towards the door, and I feel my blood run cold. He knocks on the door, and he says, "Darling? Are you in there?"

"Yes."

"What's going on? Is something wrong?" Fred asks, and I feel the urge to say, yes somethings wrong, something is very very wrong. I stutter, "No, everything's fine, Fred."

"You don't sound alright. Can I come in?" Fred asks, and I hear both Angelina and I shout, quickly, "NO!"

I hear Fred chuckle, but not his normal type of chuckle. He leans on the door, I know by the sound of the small thud against the door. Fred says, "What can Angelina see that I can't? I've already seen all of you."

That's the problem. I look down to the door handle and notice that there's no locks. I curse and it makes Fred say, "Love, I really need to see you, you're worrying me like crazy here."

I run to the counter, grab the tests and shove them into the trash bin. I let the toilet paper roll drop down hastily to hide them. I hear the door open, and I turn around to stand to face him. He looks worried, and I press my lips together. I give him an unconvincing smile.

"You look a little pale." Fred notes, he then steps closer to me, and leans closer. He adds, "You're sweating like crazy too."

"It's hot."

"It's November." Fred says, then grabs my hand. He leads me out of the room. I try to stop, but he's walking determined. I ask, "Where are we going?"

"To Madame Pomfrey, she's gonna have a full check up on you." Fred says, and I sit down on the floor to not move. If Madame Pomfrey does a check up, she'll no doubt find out that I'm pregnant. Fred stops too and looks behind him. He bends down and picks me up in his arms bridal style. Fred says, "You're going."

He takes me to the hospital wing with Angelina right behind us. Fred puts me on one of the beds, and then he sits down beside me, holding my hand, tightly. Madame Pomfrey comes to check up on me, she does scans and spells and everything. I wait until my secret is out to Fred. I don't think I can bare losing him.

Madame Pomfrey walks in with a paper, holding the tests' results. She walks over to us and then looks at the paper. Her eyes widen and I look at her desperately, hoping that she would lie for me. She clears her throat, and looks at Fred with a smile. She says, "Your girlfriend is completely fine."

"Just a little exam stress, you should make sure that she relaxes, and eats well." She continues, and I know a part of that advice is pregnancy related. She says, "Off you go then, Miss Johnson, if you could just stay for a second."

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I couldn't tell Fred, and I couldn't look at him without feeling a nasty feeling gnawing at me, so my solution was to not be around Fred. I saw him at meals and during classes, but I never stuck around to see him after. This went on for a month, and I was already two months along. I was glad I wasn't showing.

I had decided to keep the baby, even when I don't know what's going to happen between me and Fred. Angelina has been the greatest help ever since Madame Pomfrey gave her my papers when I left with Fred the day I found out. She's been reading books, and making sure I'm eating right and everything. She supports me, the one thing she doesn't support me in is not telling Fred for this long.

"Is today the day?" She asks as we head down to breakfast. I've grown tired of the question. I shrug my shoulders, and give her the usual reply, "Maybe."

I don't get to go to breakfast because George walks out furiously and towers over me. He doesn't look at Angelina while he says, "If you could excuse us captain, I need to talk to my brother's girlfriend."

Angelina prepares a reply before I lift up a hand and say, "It's alright, Angie."

She hesitates before going into the Great Hall. George talks a few steps till we're out of the entrance of the hall. He glares at me and as soon as I lean against the wall, he starts the ramble, "I know I'm not supposed to interfere because this isn't my relationship, but you've been avoiding Fred for a while now, and he knows. He's been strong, but you're hurting him. He cried yesterday because he doesn't want you to break up with him, so that's where I draw the line-"

"George, I'm pregnant." I shot out, and he stands transfixed with his eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. He doesn't say anything so I grow more nervous. He stutters before spewing, "Is it Fred's?"

"Yes, of course, it's Fred's. What kind of woman do you take me for?!" I shout, furiously. Did he honestly think I would cheat on Fred? We've been dating for a while, If I would've cheated, I would've done it by now. George rubs the back of his head sheepishly, "Sorry, why haven't you told Fred?"

"I'm scared." I say, and look down at the floor. I bite the insides of my cheeks, and George nods his head understandingly. George knows what Fred would do, they're twins and they have this special ability to know what the other will do. George says, "I'm sure Fred will do what's right."

But what would Fred find right, that sort of thing is relative from one person to the other. He could leave, maybe that's what is right for him. I nod my head at George's words even though it doesn't soothe me. George asks, "How long have you known?"

"A month."

"A month!" George repeats, louder. He looks around to make sure no one heard him, even though it would be hard to know what the conversation is about from that word alone. George asks, "How far along are you?"

"Two months."

"Two months!"

"George, we're really getting nowhere like this." I say after rolling my eyes. George stares at the floor deep in shock. He asks, what I hope is the final question, "Are you keeping it?"

"Yeah."

"Wow. That's my niece or nephew in there. Cool." George says, and I smack his arm, even though it relieves me a bit to find out that this is George's reaction, maybe Fred's will be the same. George clears his throat then says, "I really think you should tell him, soon."

I nod my head at his words, and he puts a hand on my shoulder before saying, "Whatever Fred does I want you know that I can help, it'll be awkward if Fred decides to be an idiot, but I'll be there for you, and either George the second, or Georgina."

"Thank you, George. I'm ignoring you naming my kid by the way." I chuckle at the end, and he smiles back at me. George says, "He's in the dorm, if you want to talk to him."

I nod at his words and then he leaves to go to breakfast. I'm going to tell Fred, now. I march over to the common room, and then to his dorm, trying not to overthink it, and trying to get as much out of this new confidence. I open the door to his dorm, and Fred's standing in the middle.

"Hi."

"Hey." Fred says, and I look at him. All the confidence flies out the window in a second. I feel my breath hitch. I stutter out, "There's something I need to tell you."

Fred nods his head, but keeps standing where he is. I sit on his bed that I know so well, and the place where this all happened. I take in a deep breath, in and out, and a couple more times. Fred stays patient I loved that about him, he wouldn't appear to be the kind of person who would be patient, but he always is with me.

He watches me attentively, and I take in the last deep breath. I remind myself that I can do it, and even if Fred doesn't want to stay, I can raise my kid on my own with Angie and George. Here goes nothing. I shot out, "I'm pregnant."

He doesn't say anything for a bit and his facial expressions don't change. I consider repeating it again because he might not have heard me, but then his eyes widen, and his mouth hangs wide. Same reaction as George, just much more dramatic.

I feel my heart racing in anticipation, I pray that the shock subsides and his reaction gives me any input on how he's feeling. He stands up straighter, and fixes his expression to neutral. I straighten my back, ready for an answer. He doesn't give me one, instead his eyes keep flickering from my eyes to my stomach over and over again.

I place a protective hand over my stomach, and I find the wait unbearable. I wait, wishing he would just do something. The more his mouth stays closed, the more hope I lose. I feel my eyes water, and my stomach sink. I let out a bitter chuckle then say, "Could you at least say anything?"

It takes him a second, but he does say something. He says it so low that I barely even hear it. He mutters, "Shit."

He turns around and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. As soon as it closes, I start sobbing. I guess George was wrong, Fred didn't end up doing the right thing.

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"I still can't believe that jerk!" Angelina shouts, as she folds her clothes, folding them into her suitcase. I don't bother doing the same with my clothes. I'm staying at Hogwarts for Christmas this year. I sigh, "I really don't want to think about it Angie."

"Sorry." She says, and I find myself staring at the ceiling again. It's been like this for two days. All I've done was sob, this is the first day that I wasn't a mess. George tried to see me, but I couldn't talk to him, not when he looks so much like Fred. It's unfair to him, I know, but I can't bring myself to care.

There's a knock on the door, and I assume it's one of my roommates, coming to get her things. Instead, Fred walks in. I see him before Angelina does, but as soon as she sees him, she starts, "You! Get out!"

She goes to him and starts to push him out the door, but he places his feet firmly on the ground, and holds Angelina off. Fred says, eyes looking straight at me, "Please, I want to talk."

"It's fine, Angie." I sigh, and she looks at me with bewilderment and then glares at Fred. She steps out of the room while Fred steps inside. She closes the door behind her, and Fred looks at me.

Fred looks around the room, and his eyes land at the only, still messy nightstand, mine. He clears his throat, but says nothing. I grow agitated, I sneer, "If you're not going to say anything, just leave."

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I don't know why I left. I'm an idiot. I can't imagine how you must've felt. I am so so sorry." Fred says, rushing over towards me. He sits on the bed beside me, and takes both my hands in his. I feel my eyes water, and I look down. He takes my chin in his hands, and makes me look into his eyes. He continues, "I was so worried. I haven't turned eighteen, and I was so scared that I wouldn't be a good dad. I don't have a job. I want to open a joke shop, who knows how much money that'll make, and I-"

He chokes up, and he wraps his arms around me. I hug him back just as tightly. A few tears slip from my eyes, and I squeeze him harder. I missed him so much. Fred says, "I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I love you so much. I don't want to lose you...either of you."

And just like that I'm sobbing. I blame the hormones a hundred percent. I mumble, "I love you too, Fred."

I'm sure I've ruined his sweater with my tears, but I can't bring myself to move an inch away from him. Fred wraps his arms around my waist and squeezes me, affectionately. He freezes and pushes me away from him by my shoulders. He panics, "Did I just squeeze baby?"

"I'm actually not sure." I reply, and I place a hand on my stomach. I shrug my shoulder and say, "I feel fine, so I guess not?"

"Come with me for Christmas." Fred suggests, and I feel stressed out by the idea. I haven't told anyone besides George and Angelina, so by the time that break is over I'll definitely be showing. Fred adds, "Only if you want to of course, I just don't want to miss you."

"Sure." I say, and Fred beams. He hugs me again, this time less tightly, making sure not to squeeze the baby. He starts tearing up himself, and I find peace in his arms. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life like this, especially with a tiny set of arms joining the hug.

an: I'm thinking of writing like a tiny little one shot on how Fred would be with like Pregnant reader, but I'm not sure

[expectodeer]

Peaceful Wakeups •

harry james potter x female! reader

Amid the chaos of war, you and Harry find solace in the little moments.

Consciousness stirred within you, gentle but insistent, as your mind swam toward wakefulness. You took a deep breath, feeling the crisp morning air fill your lungs.

Eyes still closed, you let the melody of chirping birds and the rhythmic splash of water against rocks wash over you. It was almost peaceful, almost enough to lull you back to sleep.

But then you caught it—an out-of-place sound. The faint, deliberate scratch of a quill gliding over parchment. Your brows furrowed instinctively, curiosity breaking through the haze of slumber.

Your eyelids fluttered open, revealing the soft golden hues of the sunrise seeping into the tent. The warm light wrapped around you, casting shadows that stretched and danced across the fabric walls. Blinking away the last remnants of sleep, your gaze shifted, scanning for the source of the noise.

It didn’t take long to find it.

Sitting on the ground beside your bed, legs crossed, was Harry. His head was bent low, dark hair falling in messy strands over his forehead as his quill moved swiftly over the open journal in his lap.

A smile tugged at your lips before you could stop it.

“What are you writing?” you asked, your voice soft but teasing.

Harry’s shoulders jolted ever so slightly before he chuckled under his breath. He glanced over his shoulder, and when his gaze met yours, you felt the unspoken warmth, the awe that lingered in his eyes as if seeing you for the first time all over again.

“You’re supposed to be asleep,” he said, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.

“And you’re supposed to be up here,” you countered, patting the empty space beside you. “Why are you sitting on the ground?”

Harry closed the journal with a faint snap, sliding the quill inside. He tapped your hand playfully with it as he stood, earning a quiet laugh from you as you moved your fingers away.

Settling down next to you, his hand reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “You looked so peaceful,” he murmured, his fingers trailing down to cup your cheek. His thumb moved in soft, deliberate circles, sending a pleasant warmth through your skin. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

A lovesick smile crept onto your face as you closed your eyes for a moment, basking in the gentleness of his touch. The sensation of his lips pressing against your forehead sent a flutter through your chest, and you chuckled quietly.

When your eyes opened, they fell to the notebook now resting on his lap. Your curiosity bubbled up again, and you glanced at him with a playful arch of your brow.

“What were you writing?” You asked again.

Harry shrugged, lifting the journal just enough to dismiss your question. “Nothing really,” he said casually, placing it on the small bedside stand. “Just some more Horcrux nonsense.”

You narrowed your eyes, suspicious but unwilling to press. He stretched with a soft groan before tugging the blanket aside and lying down beside you.

He opened his arms in invitation, and you didn’t hesitate. Nestling against his chest, you felt his hand settle at your waist while the other threaded gently through your hair.

A contented hum escaped your lips, and his soft laughter rumbled against you. He kissed your hairline, a tender, grounding gesture that made the world outside the tent seem so far away.

For a while, you stayed like that, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. Then you felt his nose brushing lightly against your ear, the warmth of his breath fanning over your skin. It sent a shiver racing down your spine, leaving your skin tingling in its wake.

His voice was a whisper, a vow, and a confession all at once. “I love you.”

Your cheeks burned as a wide grin spread across your face. Snuggling closer, you managed a muffled, “I love you more,” earning a quiet laugh from him.

“Not possible,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear before he placed a lingering kiss there. “Now go back to sleep.”

His fingers traced gentle patterns along your back, his touch soothing and rhythmic. Your eyelids grew heavier with every pass, and soon the soft pull of sleep reclaimed you.

Harry, however, stayed awake. His eyes lingered on your peaceful face, a small, almost bittersweet smile playing at his lips. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, letting it linger as if the action could etch itself into his soul.

His gaze flicked back to the journal resting on the stand. His chest tightened as he thought of the inked words inside.

A list.

Plans for the two of you after the war—dreams he was desperate to make real, no matter the odds. Through the slight gap between the pages, he could make out the first line, and his breath caught.

1. Propose

The rope in his stomach twisted tighter as he imagined what life could be. What it should be. He exhaled deeply, leaning back into the warmth of your embrace. For now, that was enough. It had to be.

[ifyouknowmenahyoudontt]

can we as a society leave behind the whole “eNemIes tO lOveRs” when it’s just a good person x a racist like what

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

When Harry starts crying because his mother wrote her g’s the same way he does, that never fails to make my heart twist painfully in my chest.

[falselve]

Hello, I saw that you announced on Wattpad that you were going to writing smuts on Tumblr

I was wondering if you can write a Harry James Potter smut, I SWEAR I'M ASKING FOR A FRIEND, that's a lie-

Anyways if you can thank you

If you can't that's okay

Have a good rest of your day/night

harry james potter x fem!reader

warning: smut, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pwop.

"god, your beautiful" Harry whispered breathlessly with his hands resting on your hips ontop of him.

His dick stretching inside of you completely. His bedroom was quite but you would rather let out every sound he was making you feel.

The door was slightly ajar, and you both knew that his family and friends were downstairs watching a movie. But you couldn't resist each other any longer.

You had been pining for each other all night, and with each touch, your desire grew stronger. So you sneaked away from the party and into his room, where you let your passion take over.

You pressed your hands against the wall for support as you rode him harder, feeling his quiet moans driving you wild.

You rolled your hips quickly, taking him in deep and feeling the pleasure building up inside you. He whimpered softly as you picked up the pace, causing you to go even faster.

The feeling of him deep inside of you, as you rolled your hip quickly pacing yourself faster on his dick that thropped inside of you. Rolling your hips on his dick hard causing him to let out a small whimper.

Moving his hand up, your bare back before pushing your head closer to his connecting your lips together. Your legs were wrapped under his that were open, as you bounced harder.

Hary's hand slid up your ass giving it a pull, causing your breath to hitch. Before his mouth dragged down your neck connecting with your boob sucking it on as you shattered onto the wall.

Your hips buckled faster, trying to ride out your close high as you went faster and slower. "yeah." You muttered into his hair holding onto his head.

"I'm- so...so close" Harry gornaed with his eyes shut holding onto your ass; his hand thrown behind your back causing you to go down a bit harder.

"fuck...me too" you cried out quietly.

Feeling the burning inside of your stomach, as you rolled your hips ever so slightly, trying to finish off. His dick was hitting all the right stops inside of you.

Both of you were trying to catch your breaths as he held onto your torso tightly with his arm and his mouth covering the moans inside of your boob.

Feeling his lips tense up under you, he jolted his hips more into you deep inside of you as you started to feel hotness fill inside of you, as you let go onto his dick. Nails digging into his shoulder, Harry's hand still on your back as his eyes shuttered closed through his glasses.

Regaining your breaths, "We have to go back down for the movie," You whisper to him still with his dick deeply inside of you semen melting out of you.

"I know" Harry nodded his head tiredly, dipping you down into the bed and sliding himself right out of you. "but we still have an half hour" He tiredly spoke.

[voxsclly]

Until the End (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/363042878-until-the-end?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=voxsclly 

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It's always been quite difficult for you to navigate your way through such an enchanting world of magic, but after getting close to a particular trio, you've finally found your sense of home.

Harry James Potter x Reader fan-fiction 

• February 15, 2024 

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disclaimer i do not own Harry Potter

[mezaleans]

mary and her kids touring hogwarts while she can’t quite place where her fondness of it comes from.

mary meeting headmistress mcgonagall who looks upon her with such devastating eyes, but being unable to understand why.

mary dropping her eldest off at platform 9 3/4 and she briefly feels like she’s been there before.

mary looking around platform 9 3/4 and seeing a man that she vaguely recognises, only to then meet his eyes which makes her stomach plummet.

mary her eldest coming home and talking about a boy named teddy lupin which makes her unable to get rid of the smile that graced her face and the nagging feeling in the back of her mind.

mary her youngest writing home about an irritating boy named james potter and the bile that rises in her throat isn’t something that she can ignore anymore.

mary finding out she was the cause of her memory loss all along and despite the life she lived because of it, she regrets it more than anything in the world.

mary meeting the father of the lupin and potter boy and all she can think of are the memories that she left behind, lost to time.

mary macdonald, somewhere in her fourties, finally giving herself space to grieve the life she left behind.

thinking about mary obliviating herself after the war and moving on, only to find herself many years later with a magical child and the familiarity of a hogwarts letter of which she can’t quite grasp where the fondness comes from.

[restandbloom]

Happiest of Birthdays to my favorite ginger, quidditch playing, baddass witch/woman/mother

✨🍻🌻🍰🌞✨

📸 credit @ harryjamespotter (of course)

For my birthday weekend (this weekend) we’re doing an hp marathon and eating all the yummy wizarding world treats. Honestly, what more could a girl ask for ✨

[harryjpxtter]

harry potter asking reader to go to the yule ball with him? He's liked reader since 1st year!

Finally 💌

Paring : Harry Potter x reader

Type of story : fluff

Harry sat nervously on the edge of his bed, staring at the invitation in his hand. The Yule Ball was fast approaching, and he had yet to find a date. He had been too preoccupied with the Triwizard Tournament to even think about it, but now he was starting to feel the pressure.

He knew who he wanted to ask. He had had a crush on Y/N since their first year at Hogwarts, but he had never been able to work up the courage to ask her out. Now, with the Yule Ball approaching, he knew he had to try.

Taking a deep breath, Harry stood up and straightened his robes. He walked to the door of his dormitory and paused, taking another deep breath before opening the door and stepping out into the common room.

The room was crowded, filled with students laughing and talking. Harry scanned the room, searching for Y/N. He spotted her sitting with her friends by the fireplace, her hair falling in loose curls around her face.

Harry felt his heart race as he made his way over to her. He could feel the eyes of his classmates on him, but he tried to ignore them. All that mattered was Y/N.

When he reached her, he cleared his throat and spoke, his voice slightly shaky. "Hey, Y/N," he said. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Y/N looked up at him, a smile on her face. "Sure, Harry," she said. "What's up?"

Harry fidgeted nervously. "Um, well, I was just wondering if you'd like to go to the Yule Ball with me?"

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, Harry was sure she was going to say no. But then she smiled and said, "I'd love to, Harry."

Relief flooded through Harry, and he couldn't help but smile. "Great," he said. "I'll pick you up at seven then."

As he walked away, Harry could feel the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders. He had finally mustered up the courage to ask Y/N out, and she had said yes. He couldn't wait for the Yule Ball now – it was going to be the best night of his life.

[mastermindmiko]

Milestones

Pairing: Fred Weasley + fem!reader

summary: A small blurb of a night at the burrow in bed with Fred

Word count: 762

Warnings: none, but lmk

Requests are open

I wrote this in a grand total of fifteen minutes at 1am, so if there's any mistakes please don't mind them, and let me know

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"I'm sorry about my family" Fred whispers so low that I almost don't hear him. I move my head to the side to face him with a frown. I ask, "what?"

"They can be a little much sometimes I know." Fred continues and I find myself even more confused. I place one of my hand's to his face and I ask, "what makes you say that?"

He doesn't say anything, but I don't press, hoping that he will say something anyway. I rub my thumb in soft circles over his cheek, and I shuffle a bit under the covers. He holds my wrist, taking my hand off his face to press a kiss to my palm. Even after dating for a while now, I still get butterflies.

"I've been told that my family comes on a bit strong. Mom with her affection, dad with all his muggle gadgets, Charlie with the dragons-" Fred starts but I cut him off, unable to hear him say anything else, "Fred, no don't say that. I love your family."

"Really?" Fred asks, hesitantly. I nod my head eagerly, and ask, "what made you think that Fred?"

"I wanted you to like me- I didn't want my family to freak you out." Fred replies with a small blush on his cheeks. I smile at him and say, "if you haven't noticed Fred I do like you, that's why I'm your girlfriend."

"Hopefully it stays that way." Fred mumbles as he pulls me closer to him. I nuzzle my face into his chest as he wraps his arms around me. He rests his chin on my head and I don't think I've ever felt more relaxed. He asks, "well aside from my family, how was your day?"

"It was good, I read a new book, it was great." I say as I recall the events of what I'm sure is now one of my favourite books. Fred says, "you can tell me all about it tomorrow."

"But nothing else really, what about you?" I ask him lifting my head up so I can look at his gorgeous brown eyes. He smiles and says, "George and I found a good location for the shop, it's in diagon alley and above it, there is a good apartment-it's all within the budget of course."

"Fred, that's great. I'm so excited for you." I beam at the wonderful news, and I can see that mischievous and excited look in his eyes, the same one he always had when he was about to prank someone, except that this time it was bigger.

"The apartment is great too, two bathrooms, two bedrooms- that is if you don't mind us sharing the apartment with George" Fred rambles, and I blink for a second before realising. I tease, " Fredrick gedion weasley! Is this your way of asking me to move in with you?"

He rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly. He says, " I kind of hoped that you wouldn't notice and just say yes. Things have been going well, I just thought that it was time- unless of course you don't want to-"

"Of course I want to, you idiot." I cut him off and nuzzle my head back into his chest. He wraps his arms more tightly around me and he presses a kiss to the top of my head and whispers, "good."

"Its got a big kitchen too since I know you like to bake." Fred says like he's still trying to convince me to move in with him, I would move in with him into a swamp if he asked me to. I reply, "Just some anxiety cookies no big deal."

"It doesn't matter what's their cause what matters is that they're damn good and by the way I love you" He says quickly that I almost don't catch it. My goes go wide and I look up at him and tease, "Crossing off a lot of big milestones today, Fred. What's next you're gonna pop out an engagement ring then tell me you're pregnant"

"Haha very funny" He replies, sarcastically, avoiding my gaze. I continue with a wide grin, I still can't believe he said it, "No seriously should I buy baby clothes, get you my ring size-"

"Go to sleep, love." He whispers before turning to the side to close the bedside lamp. I'm still smiling when I say, "Okay."

I wait a few seconds before pressing a knee to his cheek and wrapping my arms around his torso. I say, cheerfully, "I love you too by the way, goodnight."

[merlinsleftit]

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[ifyouknowmenahyoudontt]

i never understood how like nobody did anything about voldemort in the entire series my brother in christ this guy lost to the power of love just pull out a GUN or something. they let this little kid do all the work like what the fuck was dumbeldore doing all of this time just someone KILL HIM. like i wish there was a scene of someone actually trying to kill him like it’s hard to paint him as powerful he legit couldn’t do shit. like all he did was use the unforgivable curses but like couldn’t someone just like take one for the team and use it too ,

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

How can people not adore Harry James Potter?

The boy is so pure and sweet? He want through a lot, of course he’s an angst teenager. But like… the pincers scene. The pincers scene?? Him with his owl who he loves, little Harry not knowing that being abused isn’t normal, little Harry thinking that he’s “just Harry” and can’t be a wizard, it’s impossible? How do y’all not love him

[mdanon027]

ONCE AGAIN... THANK YOU!

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Once again, we reached a milestone! 7 it’s my lucky number, and I never imagined something I wrote will reach so many people on the internet!

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Thanks fot the +700 notes!

Thanks to everyone that took time to read my first fanfic ever!

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If you havent read it, I leave it here! :D

I will always stay by your side. | BestFriend!HarryJamesPotter x Slytherin!FemaleReader

Summary | You run away from your Pure Blood Supremacist Family. The only person that can help you, is your best friend.

Word Count | 7837.

Warnings | mention of wounds, scars, injures, blood, crying, pain, mistreatment, bad parents, runaway, dark magic, body dysmorphia, Snape it’s not as bad (just to let you know if you are a Snape slander/ it’s only mentioned twice), food (only in a part), hurt/comfort, fluff (if I’m missing something, please let me know, so I can add if anyone feel uncomfortable)

[thnualover]

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