#hp golden trio

[rottenherbs]

In The Quiet (pt.2)

Paring: H.P x Reader Tags: slow burn / friends to lovers / yearning Summary: As your connection began to grow, you realized how much you wished to be there for Harry ~ W/C: 1.2k A/N: SLOWBURNNNNN miss u guys [masterlist] Much love, Saige

The weeks seemed to slip away, one after the other, as the cold bite of autumn settled into the halls of Hogwarts. Despite the growing chill outside, something warm was beginning to spark between you and Harry, a quiet connection that had been steadily forming but remained mostly unspoken.

You’d grown accustomed to seeing Harry in the library, studying by himself. Every now and then, you would join him, sometimes for hours, without either of you saying much. There was a comfort in the silence — a space where words weren’t necessary, and you could simply exist in each other’s company.

But tonight, there was something different in the air.

The evening was crisp, and the students in the Great Hall had mostly cleared out after dinner. You, however, had decided to stay behind a little longer, finishing up a particularly difficult Transfiguration assignment. As you were putting your books away in your bag, you noticed Harry entering the hall, his eyes scanning the room as if he was looking for someone.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly turned your attention back to your notes, trying to act nonchalant.

But as fate would have it, Harry’s gaze landed on you, and he walked over with that familiar, hesitant smile of his.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, leaning slightly on the edge of your table. “You staying late again?”

You nodded, glancing up at him. “Yeah, just trying to finish some homework. You?”

“Same. I need to catch up on Defense,” Harry replied, though his smile faltered slightly as he glanced at the papers you were scribbling on. “You always seem to be ahead of the game, don’t you?”

You chuckled softly, feeling your cheeks warm slightly. “I try. Can’t afford to slack off with all the new assignments.”

Harry gave you a small, thoughtful look. “You don’t mind if I sit for a bit, do you?” He gestured to the empty seat across from you.

“Of course not,” you said, pushing your bag aside to make room for him. There was a small pause as he slid into the seat, and for a moment, the two of you just sat there.

You both began working on your respective assignments, but the silence between you was oddly comfortable. There was no pressure to speak, no rush to fill the quiet. Still, as you glanced at Harry from the corner of your eye, you noticed how different he seemed from the others. Everyone always thought of Harry as the one with the heavy burden — but in this moment, sitting with him in the fading light of the hall, you saw something else: the side of him that just wanted to be… normal.

“How’s it going?” you asked softly, breaking the silence.

Harry glanced up from his Defense textbook, raising an eyebrow. “With what?”

“Everything,” you said simply, offering a small smile. “How’s everything going with… well, all of it?”

Harry leaned back in his chair slightly, running a hand through his messy hair. “It’s hard to say, really,” he muttered. “There’s a lot on my plate… and sometimes I wonder if I’m even cut out for all of it.”

“Cut out for what?” you asked, keeping your voice casual, though you were eager to hear more. You wanted to know him — really know him.

He looked down at the table for a moment, his fingers tapping lightly against the edge. “Being… this,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. “Everyone expects me to save the day, to have the answers, and I don’t even know what I’m doing half the time. Trying to get everything ready for D.A is exhausting. Some days, I just feel… lost.”

Your heart softened at his words, and you leaned forward slightly, meeting his gaze. “You don’t have to have it all figured out, Harry,” you said, your voice sincere. “You’re allowed to not know. You don’t have to carry the weight of everything alone.”

Harry studied you for a long moment, his green eyes searching yours as if trying to decipher whether you meant it. There was something raw in his gaze — a vulnerability he usually kept hidden behind his bravado.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he gave a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Y/N,” he said quietly. “I guess I needed to hear that.”

You smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spread through you. For the first time in a long while, Harry seemed lighter, as if your words had given him a brief reprieve from the pressure he carried.

The conversation shifted back to schoolwork, as it often did, but the mood had changed. There was a comfort between you now, a deeper understanding that neither of you had acknowledged out loud, but it was there — lingering in the air like a secret you both shared.

Later that night, as you walked back to the Gryffindor Tower, you couldn’t help but replay the conversation in your head. Harry had always seemed so distant before, so wrapped up in his destiny, in everything the world expected of him. But in that brief moment, you had seen something else — a side of him that craved the same things you did: peace, connection, someone to listen, someone to understand. An outside perspective – 

The common room was quiet when you arrived, the fire crackling softly in the hearth. You paused for a moment before heading up to your dormitory, your mind still racing with thoughts of Harry. You hadn’t expected to feel so connected to him — not like this. Something that neither of you had fully acknowledged yet, but it was there.

And you wondered if Harry felt it too.

The following days passed in much the same way. You’d share quick conversations with Harry between classes, and sometimes, you’d catch him looking at you in a way that made your heart race. But still, neither of you had made any bold moves. It was as though there was an unspoken understanding that you both were still treading carefully — neither of you wanting to risk the fragile thing that was starting to form.

And then, one evening, after a particularly draining day of classes, you found yourself walking down the corridor toward the library, as usual, when you saw Harry again. He was standing near a window, just like the night you’d last spoken, his gaze turned outward, lost in thought.

You hesitated for a moment before approaching him, this time without words. You didn’t need to say anything — the air between you felt thick with unspoken feelings, and you couldn’t ignore it any longer.

Harry turned to face you as you came closer, a soft smile forming on his lips. “Hey,” he said, his voice gentle.

You smiled in return, feeling something shift between the two of you. You were close now, closer than ever before.

“You know,” you said, taking a step toward him, “I think we could both use a break from all of this.”

Harry’s eyes sparkled, and for the first time in a long while, there was a sense of peace in his expression. “I think you’re right,” he replied, his voice warm.

For a long moment, the two of you stood there in the quiet corridor, not needing to say more. Sometimes, the smallest moments held the most meaning — and tonight, standing there with him, you realized that the ache you felt towards him was no longer just something in the background. It was becoming something real.

[mallowsweetmiri]

christmas miracle • fred weasley x reader

use #mallowsweetmicros to find my imagines!

Christmas at Hogwarts was your favorite time of year. Flurries outside your window, the crackling fires, the carols sung in the hallways. It all made you indescribably happy. Even the Gryffindor common room was decked out in garland and floating ornaments, the smell of fresh balsam in every corner. You sighed contentedly to yourself as you sat by the fire. Exams were finally over and you were set to head home on the Hogwarts Express tomorrow. Things couldn’t be better.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being called from the portrait hole. It was Fred, George, and Lee. You waved at them and sat up, readjusting your blanket on your lap. To your surprise, only Fred continued towards you, waving to the other boys as they headed towards their dorm. George and Lee sent cheeky smiles your way.

“Hi,” you smiled, moving your books from the couch so he could sit.

“Hi love,” he beamed, taking a seat next to you. You blushed at his nickname. Fred had always been overly affectionate with most people, but you were grateful to have experienced it. You craved it, his hugs and his nicknames. The way he slung his arm around you at the Three Broomsticks. It made you smile and you didn’t care if it was just the way he was. It made you feel special.

“Excited to go home?” You asked, watching as he settled in. His arm was draped over the back of the couch, his body turned towards you. You wished you could crawl into his lap, but you’d never have the courage to do so. Although, you doubted he’d mind.

“Yeah, of course,” he shrugged, the fire reflecting off his hair. “But I’m a little sad to leave this year.” You furrowed your brows and gave him a curious smile. It was hard not to smile with his contagious energy so close to you.

“Why is that?” You wondered aloud. He was usually boasting about going home to his mums cooking.

“To be honest, I wish I could spend Christmas with you,” he replied. You let out a huff as your smile grew without your knowledge.

“What?” You laughed, brushing your hair behind your ears in a feeble attempt to cool your blush.

“I’m sad I can’t watch you open my gift on actual Christmas,” he said, his voice soft and quiet. You shook your head at him, thoroughly confused. “But I figured two days before is close enough. So here, open it.” He grinned at you as he pulled out a small box from his pocket. You took it from him and bit your lip. It was small, rectangular, and fairly light. You pulled off the ribbon and opened the lid.

“Fred,” you gasped, pulling out the quill. “How did you even know I wanted this?” Your hand flew to cover your open mouth as you admired the pearl handled quill. You felt like Santa Claus had magically made your Christmas wish come true.

“I remember you admiring it when we were in Hogsmeade a few weeks ago,” Fred chuckled, watching you run a finger over the smooth surface of the grip. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you want something that badly before. I couldn’t help myself.” Your eyes ripped away from the beautiful gift and up towards Fred. “Do you like it?”

“Do I like it?” You repeated. “Fred, this is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” You flung your arms around him and buried yourself into his neck.

“Really,” he chuckled. “A quill is the best gift you’ve ever gotten?” You nodded you head into his shoulder.

“It’s not just a quill, it’s a beautiful quill. And-” it’s from you. You couldn’t exactly say that though, so you settled for, “I didn’t get you a gift!” You gasped and pulled abruptly out of the hug. Fred only chuckled again and held your arm from pulling away too far.

“It’s fine, Y/N. Seeing you happy with your present is more than enough for me,” he murmured, his voice laced with affection. Your blush deepened under his touch, his eyes holding yours captive. You were dizzy with realization. It was a Christmas miracle. Fred Weasley liked you back.

“Wait,” you said, reaching into your bag to grab your wand. “I think I have something for you.” You flicked your wand up, casting a flicker of red and green magic above you. It was a silly charm you had been practicing for fun, but now your festive spirit was proving worthwhile. Fred watched as the mistletoe took shape, his mouth slightly parted as his eyes fixed on the delicate bristle. You bit your lip to hold your smile as you watched his face flush red. You would certainly be replaying that image in your mind over the holiday.

“How did you learn to do that?” Fred asked in wonderment, still gaping at the red bowed mistletoe.

“I taught myself before December,” you chuckled. “Y’know. Just in case someone needed it.” Fred chuckled as his eyes settled back on you.

“I wish I’d known about this earlier,” he murmured, his hand moving from your shoulder to your cheek. “If I’d known how to cast this, I would’ve done it on December 1st.” He leaned forward gently, pressing his lips against yours with adoration. He was warm and sweet like hot cocoa, his lips moving against yours with an impossible gentleness. The kiss was unhurried and soft, and it practically melted you into the couch. When he pulled away, your body betrayed you, a soft whine escaping your pouted lips. Fred chuckled and pressed another kiss to your cheek.

“Did you like my gift?” You asked sheepishly, your rosey cheeks warming Fred’s heart. He smiled as the mistletoes shape shimmered and fell over the two of you.

“This is definitely the best gift I’ve ever received.”

[wizengamot-chiefwarlock]

i should not be allowed to stay up past 1 am (also yes, mr. dark edgy edgelord severus snape did in fact say "dunderheads")

[part 1 of severely underrated humour from the books]

[current-obsession-hoard]

“I WOULDVE DIED! I WOULDVE DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY MY FRIENDS, AS WE WOULDVE DONE FOR YOU”

that’s the moment ron weasley fully believes in sirius’ story

he knows, he knows immediately

because he was willing to do the same.

[chocfrog-enjoyer]

5 GoF Ron Weasley quotes I love, because he’s sassy and underrated

1. 'Don’t talk to me,' Ron said quietly to Harry and Hermione as they sat at the Gryffindor table a few minutes later, surrounded by excited talk on all sides about what had just happened.

'Why not?' said Hermione in surprise.

‘Because I want to fix that in my memory for ever,' said Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. 'Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret…'

[ HP and the Goblet of Fire ]

2. Hagrid sidled into the Hall through a door behind the staff table twenty minutes after the start of the feast. He slid into his seat at the end and waved at Harry, Ron and Hermione with a very heavily bandaged hand.

'Skrewts doing all right, Hagrid?' Harry called.

'Thrivin’,' Hagrid called back happily.

'Yeah, I’ll just bet they are', said Ron quietly. Looks like they’ve finally found a food they like, doesn’t it? Hagrid’s fingers.'

[ HP and the Goblet of Fire ]

3. 'Hagrid’s been in loads of trouble before, and Dumbledore’s never sacked him,' said Ron consolingly. 'Worst that can happen is Hagrid'll have to get rid of the Skrewts. Sorry ... did say worst? I meant best.'

[ HP and the Goblet of Fire ]

4. 'Doesn’t think much of Bagman, though, does she?' said Harry. 'Wonder what Crouch says at home about him?'

'Probably says he’s not a very good Head of Department,' said Hermione, 'and let’s face it ... he’s got a point, hasn’t he?'

'I’d still rather work for him than old Crouch,' said Ron. 'At least Bagman’s got a sense of humour.'

'Don’t let Percy hear you saying that,' Hermione said, smiling slightly.

'Yeah, well, Percy wouldn’t want to work for anyone with a sense of humour, would he?' said Ron, now starting on a chocolate éclair. 'Percy wouldn't recognise a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing Dobby's tea-cosy.'

[ HP and the Goblet of Fire ]

5. Nobody was looking forward to Care of Magical Creatures much in this weather, though, as Ron said, the Skrewts would probably warm them up nicely, either by chasing them or by blasting off so forcefully that Hagrid’s cabin caught fire.

[ HP and the Goblet of Fire ]

[writeraven]

BILL WEASLEY AND THE DEATHLY DILEMMA

“Don’t die old, die empty. That’s the goal of life. Go to the cemetery and disappoint the graveyard.” — Myles Munroe

TAGS: [ ravenael. » A Series of Unrelated Events ]

LINKS: [ Tumblr » Collection, Fandom | AO3 » Work, Collection, Series ]

FANDOM: Wizarding World » Harry Potter (Golden Trio).

STATUS: Complete; 1 chapter (2 parts).

GENRES: Flash Fiction, Dark Comedy.

COUNT: 832 words.

SHIPS: None. CAST: Bill Weasley, OC.

ACCOLADE ― JUDGES’ PICK: WINNING ENTRY.

HOST: [FFnet] The Houses Competition.

CATEGORY: [Y1R4] Drabble — Character Restriction: Bill Weasley.

PROMPT: [Setting] Graveyard.

As much as he loved the thrill of adventure that came with his dream job, Bill Weasley was not expecting to make his debut as a Curse-Breaker for Gringotts—at a graveyard, of all places. Stuffing a trembling hand into his pocket, he tightened his grip around his wand, suppressing the nervousness at the eerie silence around him.

“Scared, Weasley?”

The redhead shot a sideways glare at his partner—at a wizard three years older than him, by the name of Henry Caldecott. Bill was assigned to the latter as an assistant while undergoing his on-job training. Henry was a tall, burly man; his well-defined chest muscles and six packs were clearly visible on his tight T-shirt. He also appeared way older than his actual age with a mustache and a full beard, and his long grisly hair was pulled back with a green bandana.

“No more than you are,” Bill replied coolly, running a free hand through his long ginger locks as he surveyed the graveyard with wary eyes. “So, what are we supposed to do tonight?”

Henry let out a barking laugh, the sound echoing across the misty cemetery with an odd ring in the chilly air. “What do you think we’ll do in this kind of place? Raid a bloody tomb, of course.”

The grave in question was the oldest one at the furthest end of the death garden, situated under a majestic oak tree. The words on the stone plaque were difficult to discern, but it was clearly not English. The pair pulled out their wands and shifted the earth aside, then they levitated the coffin out of the hole in the ground.

The coffin seemed ordinary, made of the same material as the tree hovering over its grave. Bill frowned at the smooth exterior. Henry caught the questioning look in his face and tapped his wand on the heavy wooden lid. It began to glow, the white lines snaking across the whole coffin to form an intricate pattern of sorts.

“Heard you’re the top student in Arithmancy and Ancient Runes,” Henry sniggered, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with his wand. “Get your arse to work and solve the puzzle, then.”

Shrugging, Bill did as he was told, studying the symbols on the coffin with unblinking eyes. Meanwhile, the fog around them was thickening; the eldest Weasley shivered involuntarily at the chill. Even Henry dropped the smirk on his face and straightened up, a hint of fear flashing in his dark beady eyes.

This is a trap.

The pair raised their wands before them, their eyes darting around for any signs of movement. Bill could make an intelligent guess of whatever that was—were—coming for them as he watched a layer of frost covering the coffin.

Henry wasn’t as stupid as he seemed, either. “Bloody Dementors,” he hissed, beads of cold sweat glistening on his forehead. His thick beard was freezing over, too. “You wouldn’t think they’d be interested in a couple of dead bodies.”

Bill gulped and tightened his grip on his wand to stop his hand from shaking. He could produce an incorporeal Patronus, but it wasn’t going to be of much help against a murder of Dementors. “Well, have you got any better ideas?”

“I thought you’re the genius here, boy!”

If the situation wasn’t so dire, Bill would have prepared a wry comeback for Henry’s snark, but they didn’t have time to waste on verbal insults. Exhaling slowly, the intern cast the only spell that would work against the Dementors, but the wispy form simply melted into the mist and lit up the surrounding with a soft, bluish hue. “How did they even get here? Aren’t they supposed to guard Azkaban?”

“Someone must’ve sent them here,” Henry muttered, eyeing the approaching Dementors with a narrowed glare. “Someone at the Ministry. His supporters are still out there, biding their time for You-Know-Who’s resurrection…”

The mention of the dark wizard that was vanquished by Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, made Bill set his jaw with a grim expression. “Whatever the reason is, unless you can cast a better Patronus Charm than I do, we can kiss our souls goodbye.”

A creak behind the bickering duo made them jump and they whipped around, their eyes widening as the coffin lid slowly pushed itself open…

“Who dares to wake me up from my slumber—oh,” a young man with deathly pale face yawned as he got up to his feet slowly. Black smoke swirled around him before transforming into a set of black robes on his bony frame. Then he raised his eyebrows at the Dementors swooping overhead. “Oh ho-ho, what a welcome party we have here!”

Bill was the first to recover from the shocking, unexpected development. “Why didn’t you tell me that we’re going to unseal a bloody vampire?”

Henry only gave him a long, hard look.

“…I think this weirdo is the least of our worries compared to the ones circling above us.”

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[claw-roscoe-rupture]

I’m recently downloading all my old fics (for reasons), but I noticed some are just missing (idk if I didn’t bookmark them or if they’re gone gone), right now I’m searching for the last one in the Harry Potter section:

I’m sure it was on AO3.

It was a Harry/Ron/Hermione.

It was set after the war, they were living together and were sleeping together in the same bed for old sake’s time in the tent.

Then they started noticing that their house was haunted, not haunted by typical HP Ghosts, but by something more like an invisibile poltergeist.

After too many coincidences they came to the conclusion that Harry was the one haunting them, as a consequence of having died and come back.

Another detail that I remember is that Ron and Hermione were fearing for Harry’s life, because sometimes, in his sleep, he would stop breathing (but he was totally fine, just, not breathing).

Thanks in advance for anyone who will spend time on this!

Cheers! 🦁♟️📚

[obscureshipsandchips]

Who wants a series of “hermionie I think you turned the time turner too far back”

And then

Harry: “Sirius??”

Sirius, 16: “James??”

James comes down the stairs

[person-who-ended-up-here]

What if Harry died in the 3rd task of the Triwizard tournament, I know the killing curse would be too fast but what if with a spur-of-the-moment courage and last-minute adrenaline, Harry pushed Cedric out of the way and Cedric somehow got away with the Goblet of fire and Harry's Corpse?

How would the ministry react?

how would Dumbledore react?

what about Ron or Hermione?

or the Twins or Ginny

or Remus and Sirius, Snape or McGonagall?

how would everyone react? and by everyone I mean everyone, including Cedric.

[ratdaisy]

I love this!

The Forest of Dean

[rottenherbs]

In The Quiet

Paring: H.P x Reader Tags: slow burn / friends to lovers / Summary: its hard for others to see past the pain and burdens of Harry and his legacy, but not for you - though the quiet connection and bond may take time to grow ~ W/C: 2.1k A/N: This will have a sequel <3 [masterlist] Much love, Saige

It was the little moments that you remembered most. The soft rustling of parchment as you sat next to him, the smell of the Library as it embraced the quiet of the late afternoon, the faint sound of quills scratching away at notes. 

You had always been the type to sit at the back of the room, not one for attention, preferring to observe the chaos from the sidelines.

Harry Potter, however, was impossible to ignore. Even in moments like this, where he was simply reading through his Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, his presence seemed to radiate, to draw attention without him trying. He’d always been the one who stood out — the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, the hero everyone admired. But there was something else to him, something that not even the other students seemed to notice.

It wasn’t until you started spending more time around him that you realized how much of Harry’s world was hidden beneath the surface.

The first time you noticed was in Potions class, when you were paired together by Professor Snape. You had exchanged a few awkward glances when the assignment began, but Harry had immediately fallen into the rhythm of the task, a steady hand as he chopped the ingredients and stirred the cauldron. There was a certain determination in his movements, something that made you look closer.

His concentration was intense, but not in the way you’d expect from someone who was always being watched. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone; it was more like he was lost in the work, escaping into the task as if it was the only thing that made sense in the chaos of his life.

“Need any help?” you asked softly, breaking the silence between you.

Harry blinked, his glasses slipping down slightly as he turned to face you. His expression was one of surprise, as if he hadn’t expected anyone to notice him, let alone offer help. His eyes were a deep shade of green — bright, almost too bright.

“No, I’ve got it,” he replied, his voice a little rough, but not unkind.

You nodded, unsure of what to say next. The way he said it wasn’t dismissive, but there was a quiet edge to it, as though he preferred being left to his own devices.

The rest of the class passed in the usual blur of Snape’s reprimands and the clatter of cauldrons. But for some reason, you couldn’t stop thinking about Harry, about how he’d seemed so distant yet so very human in that brief exchange. His unspoken words weighed on you as you made your way to the library after class.

Later that week, you found yourself in the library again. It had become your sanctuary — the place where you could lose yourself in books, in silence. As you walked down the aisles, you spotted him. Harry sat at a table near the back, his head buried in a book. You hesitated, considering whether to turn around and leave, but something kept you rooted to the spot.

You couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, like there was something more you needed to understand.

“Harry?” you called gently, the sound of your voice surprising even you. It felt strange, even now, to speak to him this casually.

He looked up, and for a moment, his face softened. “Y/N,” he said, the faintest smile pulling at his lips. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I could say the same to you,” you replied, an awkward laugh escaping you as you pulled out a chair and sat down across from him. “I thought I was the only one who spent hours in this place.”

“Yeah,” Harry chuckled, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Guess I’m not as good at avoiding it as I thought.”

There was a long pause, the two of you both lost in your own thoughts for a moment. You could hear the faint rustle of pages being turned, the quiet hum of students in their own world. The longer you sat there, the more you realized how much Harry wasn’t saying.

“You don’t talk about it much, do you?” you finally asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he was debating whether to answer. “Talk about what?”

“The whole… ‘Chosen One’ thing,” you said carefully. “I mean, everyone knows, right? But it’s like… it’s not something you talk about. It’s just always there, hanging in the background.”

Harry’s expression hardened for a moment, but then he sighed, closing his book. “I don’t like talking about it.” His words were quiet but firm.

“I know,” you said softly. “I don’t think that defines you. I think you’re… more than what everyone expects.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them, but you didn’t regret it. Harry blinked at you, his gaze lingering a little longer than usual. For a fleeting moment, the distance between you seemed to vanish, and something unspoken passed between the two of you. But just as quickly, the wall was back up.

“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice low, almost inaudible.

You nodded, unsure of what else to say. Harry didn’t often open up, and you weren’t sure if he’d let you in, but in this moment, it felt like you were closer than before. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for now.

The following week passed in a blur of classes, homework, and whispered conversations in the hallways. Yet, every time you found yourself walking through the corridors of Hogwarts, your thoughts would inevitably wander back to Harry. It wasn’t just his quiet intensity or the way he seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. It was the moments when he let his guard down, even if just for a fleeting second — the moments that made you wonder who Harry Potter really was beneath the hero the world had come to know.

You saw him again the next day, in the library, as you expected. It had become a routine of sorts — Harry with his textbooks spread across the table, his brow furrowed in concentration as he studied. You couldn’t help but notice how often he seemed to sit alone, even though the library was always filled with students.

You were about to sit at your usual spot when you noticed that the chair across from him was empty. You hesitated for a moment, considering the decision. You had grown accustomed to your solitary study sessions, and yet something about Harry sitting there, alone in the midst of the crowd, made you feel like it was the right thing to do.

Without thinking too much about it, you made your way over to his table.

“Mind if I sit here?” you asked softly, a hesitant smile tugging at your lips.

Harry’s eyes flickered up, his gaze a little surprised but not unwelcoming. “Not at all,” he said, adjusting his glasses as he pushed several books aside to make room. “Sorry,I, uh, didn’t expect anyone to sit with me.”

You raised an eyebrow, unable to hide the slight laugh that escaped you. “Is it because you’ve got a reputation?” You teased, helping him patiently with the strewn papers.

Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, something like that.” He glanced down at his textbook for a moment, as if to gather his thoughts. “I suppose some people feel like they’d be bothering me.”

You smiled, settling into your seat. “I don’t think you’re that intimidating.”

A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of Harry’s lips. “Maybe not, but… it’s easier to stay in the background. People don’t really notice me when I’m quiet.”

“I noticed,” you said without thinking, meeting his gaze. “I mean… when you’re not talking about all the stuff people expect you to. It’s like, you’re not just the ‘Chosen One’ or whatever. You’re… Harry.”

His expression softened, his eyes studying you for a moment. “I don’t talk about it because it feels like… like it’s the only thing people care about. But I get it. It’s a big deal, right? I just want to be more than that.”

“You are more than that,” you said, your voice firm. “People don’t always get to see past that.”

Harry seemed to contemplate your words, but before he could respond, a loud voice broke the quiet atmosphere.

“Oi, Potter!” came Ron’s booming voice from across the room. He was waving enthusiastically, his red hair unmistakable among the sea of students. “You're actually studying for once, mate?”

Harry sighed, but there was an amused twinkle in his eye as he looked up at Ron. “You’d think I’d learn by now, wouldn’t you?”

Ron grinned as he made his way over, dropping his bag onto the table with a thud. “Maybe. I’ve been trying to get Hermione to give me a hand with my Potions homework, but you know how she is.”

“Yeah,” Harry said dryly. “She probably expects you to read the book first, Ron.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the easy banter between the two of them. It was strange, how you had always seen Harry through the lens of his fame — the brave kid who saved the day. But now, sitting here with him, you are starting to see him differently. He wasn’t just a hero, or a legend. He was a person, full of quirks and insecurities, just like everyone else.

Ron looked over at you and grinned. “Oh, hey, Y/N. Didn’t see you there.”

“Hi, Ron,” you replied, trying to suppress a smile. You didn’t mind Ron — he was always good-natured and seemed to have a never-ending supply of energy. But there was something in his presence that made you feel like you were losing a bit of the connection you had with Harry. It was strange - how quickly things could shift when someone else entered the equation.

Harry seemed to pick up on your change in demeanor, his eyes flickering between you and Ron. “You’re not interrupting anything,” Harry said, turning back to you, though his tone was lighter now, almost playful.

“Good,” Ron said, flopping down in the chair next to Harry. “Just wanted to make sure you weren’t brooding too much over your homework, mate.”

Harry rolled his eyes but didn’t respond, and after a moment, the conversation shifted toward something else — Quidditch, of course. It was always Quidditch with Ron. And though Harry joined in, you noticed that he didn’t quite seem as enthusiastic as usual. He was quieter, more subdued, his focus drifting back to his notes.

Later that night, after dinner, you found yourself walking back to the Gryffindor Tower. The halls were mostly empty, save for a few lingering students finishing up their late-night study sessions.

As you passed the corridor that led to the common room, you saw Harry standing by a window, staring out into the darkening sky. It wasn’t unusual for him to be somewhere alone, but something about the way he was standing there — his shoulders tense, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon — made you stop in your tracks.

“Harry?” you called out softly.

He turned, his expression surprised but not entirely shocked to see you there. “Y/N,” he said quietly. “Didn’t expect you to be out here.”

“I could say the same,” you replied, taking a step closer. “What are you thinking about?”

Harry hesitated, a brief flicker of hesitation in his eyes. “Nothing,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Just… everything, I guess. I keep wondering when it’ll all stop. When I’ll get a break.”

“You don’t always have to carry it alone, you know,” you said, your voice gentle but firm.

He looked at you then, really looked at you, and for a moment, the weight of his words hung between you like an unspoken truth. He didn’t reply, but there was something in the way he stood there, something in the quiet that passed between you, that felt… different.

Like maybe, just maybe, he was starting to believe it.

[mallowsweetmiri]

So I actually just discovered bi Ron is a thing and I just know he had a bi panic over Hermione and Viktor at the Yule Ball

[wizengamot-chiefwarlock]

But Ron had grabbed Harry's forearm and pulled the back of Harry's hand up level with his eyes. There was a pause, during which he stared at the words carved into the skin, then, looking sick, he released Harry. 'I thought you said she was just giving you lines?' Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix- Chapter 13

idk why i suddenly had the urge to draw this scene. i suppose it's because it's such a climax of a moment in which Ron realises that Harry is straight up being tortured by Ms. Ugly Pink Toad Bitch.

(also, please ignore how Harry's left arm is fading away into nothingness. i was too lazy to finish it)

inked in version~

[justsmth2]

I was rereading poa and got carried away

[chocfrog-enjoyer]

In Golden Trio Hermione’s the Brain, Ron’s the Heart and Harry’s the Soul

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the weasleys, circa 1995