#hp golden trio

[mallowsweetmiri]

christmas miracle • fred weasley x reader

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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.

[potterblog]

I love this!

The Forest of Dean

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Welp, if JK Rowling being executive producer and therefore being fully involved in the show wasn't enough for people to boycott, then here's HBO basically saying they don't care JK Rowling is a bigot from hell who literally helped lead a harassment campaign of lies against Imane Khalif in her transphobia and obsession with women being terf's standards of women alongside posting harassment against trans people on twitter at times, they gonna stand by her, while using the excuse, "personal views". Hmm, yes, personal views- that's one way to uh, call what the fuck JK Rowling comes out with a-lot- last I checked personal views do come with consquiences if said out loud....a thousand times in JK's case and still counting....especially if they hurt people, but hey, if it means making another Harry Potter project to milk, just let it fucking be I guess.

[justsmth2]

I was rereading poa and got carried away

[mallowsweetmiri]

If you’re tired of writing smut, can I request something cute about Christmas instead? 🫣

It would actually make my entire holiday season to get cute winter requests :,) Please request either Marauder or Golden Era wintery scenarios, and I will write it into existence! Here's a tiny request list for ideas, but feel free to request anything!!

Snowed in

Cold hands

Yule Ball

Amortentia

Christmas feast

Secret santa

Winter dreams

Ice skating

Cozy fireplace

Hot cocoa

[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~

[toorumlk]

the weasleys, circa 1995

[chocfrog-enjoyer]

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

[writeraven]

A SERIES OF UNRELATED EVENTS

A Series of Unrelated Events (formerly known as A Snitch in Time) is a collection of shorts based on the Wizarding World by J. K. Rowling. Most works were originally written for various online contests and challenges. All stories are standalone and self-contained unless otherwise stated. Each story is categorized by the era of its setting.

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

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

STATUS: Irregular; 4 collections.

FANDOMS: Wizarding World » Harry Potter | Fantastic Beasts.

GENRES: Omnibus, Collection, Flashfic, Shorts, Experimental.

WARNING — All media under the Wizarding World franchise (Harry Potter novels, Fantastic Beasts films) contain dark and mature themes. See respective works for details.

FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM.

A Phoenix-tastical Encounter [ THC | Newt, OC | Epistolary ]

A Show of Ice and Fire [ THC | Goldstein Sisters | Adventure ]

Once Bitten, Twice Shy [ HPFC | Queenie/Jacob | Romance ]

THE MARAUDERS.

The Lost Diary of Lily J. Potter [ THC | Lily/James | Epistolary ]

Who Killed Crooked Robin? [ Arthur, OC | CW: Murder Mystery ]

THE GOLDEN TRIO.

Bill Weasley and the Deathly Dilemma [ THC | Bill, OC | Dark Comedy ]

Boxception [ THC | Alice/Frank, Neville | CW: Mental Insanity ]

Summer Daze [ THC | Ron | CW: Time Loop ]

Winter in the Burrow [ HPFC | Romione | Gift Fic ]

NEXT GENERATION.

Goodbye, My Love [ THC | Arthur/Molly | CW: Character Death ]

Inkspiration [ THC | OC | CW: Language ]

Jealousy [ HPFC | Harry & James Sirius | Family ]

Quidditch Quirk Times [ THC | Ginny, OC | CW: Political Satire ]

Third Time is the Charm [ THC | Scorose | Romance ]

Where the Legacy Ends [ THC | Hinny | Retrospective ]

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DISCLAIMERS.

WIZARDING WORLD (HARRY POTTER; FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM) © J. K. ROWLING; WARNER BROS. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.