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future oliver wood because hes so girl dad coded:
#oliver wood#harry potter#hp#flintwood#perciver#hp golden era#hp lightning era#rewriting#his girl will probs get forced to do quidditch anyway tbh đđ
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Sooo physical description brunette, blue eyes, 5â3 & 1/2 ft. Tall, freckley, kinda defined muscles, but also kinda curvy too yk?? Personalityyyy Iâm creative, stubborn, friendly, either obsessive or easily distracted, Iâm suuuper social, funny, sarcastic, one of my main personality traits is doing swim lol. I draw allll the time and Iâm constantly reading/writing too!
idk why this is just sm hp lightning era to me
harry would be so down for you
ginny to icel
and hermione and pansy would be your bffs <33
#inbox#mutuals<33#asks#50 followers celebration!!#event#lilac<33#hp#lightning era#hp lightning era#harry potter
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drarry spider-man au đžïž
walk with me here, harry raised by wolfstar. draco is the mayorâs son who figures out pretty quickly that harry is spider-man.
#drarry#drarry fanart#harry potter#draco malfoy#hpdm#dmhp#golden trio era#lightning era#spiderman#spider verse#harry potter fanart#hp fanart#artists on tumblr#nicolillies#spiderman au
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A strong memory
Fred Weasley x reader
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cw: fluff
After Harry finished explaining how to cast a Patronus charm and to gather the power from a happy memory, the members of Dumbledoreâs Army dispersed throughout the room. Some students went straight into attempting to cast it, barely lingering on which memory to choose.
âPlenty to choose from, right, George?â Fred asked, readying his wand.
âRight, Fred,â George echoed as he crossed his arms over his chest to watch his twin attempt the spell.Â
You sat down near where the twins took turns attempting to get even a blue mist to erupt from the ends of their wands. Expecto patronum was repeated around the room with various levels of success. It made you feel better that no one got it on their first attempt, and even more so that there were others who hadnât attempted it yet. Those who, like you, were still trying to decide which memory might be the happiest.Â
You reflected on your childhood. Memories with your siblings and cousins made you smile. Holidays spent being silly and feeling loved. These were good memories, but they didnât feel like your happiest.Â
You considered when you received your Hogwarts letter. Professor McGonagall visiting your family to explain the situation, Hogwarts and your powers. It felt wondrous to know that you werenât as odd as you had always thought you were, but it also drove a stake into your relationships with your siblings.Â
Then there were all the moments that you treasured while attending Hogwarts. There were so many. Weekends at Hogsmeade and watching quidditch. All the victory celebrations in the common room and the feasts in the Great Hall. Even simple moments in class flitted in and out of your mind.Â
A brilliant blue light appeared in front of your eyes, promptly bringing you out of your reflective state. It took you a moment to recognize the shape as it fully formed and became more defined. A magpie was flying around you as Fred laughed.Â
âExpecto patronum!â George cast, determination on his face to match his brotherâs success.
Similarly, there was blue that solidified into a mirrored magpie. The two birds chased each other as the twins watched in awe, identical grins on their faces. You couldnât help the smile on your face as you watched both pairs of twins; their joy in their own success was contagious. The rest of the room had a pleasant air to it as well. In success and failure, everyone was thinking about their happiest moments.Â
Then Fredâs gaze fell onto you. His patronus faded with his focus.Â
âGoing to give it a go?â he asked, taking a step toward where you were sitting.Â
You shrug your shoulders and sigh. âNot sure which memory to use.â
George appeared at Fredâs side, looking down at you before holding out his hand to help you up.
âDonât tell me you donât got happy memories, love?â George asked.Â
âI have happy memories. Just the happiest? Which is the most powerful?â you aired your concerns. âIâm worried some of the happier ones are tainted and theyâre too bittersweet to be happy.â
In sync, the boys crossed their arms over their chest and tilted their heads in confusion.
âTainted?â George asked while Fred said, âBittersweet?â
You gently raked your fingernails over your forehead.
âMemories with my cousins I rarely see anymore or with my siblings who didnât take finding out Iâm a witch too well.â
Fred nodded knowingly. âJealousy is a poison.â He nudged George, grinning. âRonald would know âbout that, wouldnât he?â
George laughed loudly. âYes, yes he would.âÂ
âOnly one way to find out if the memories are any good,â Fred said. âWave that wand!â
You decided to try a memory with your siblings. You picked one from a Christmas before you came to Hogwarts, before you found out that you were a witch. Everyone was getting along. Your parents had made plenty of sweets and a hearty feast for your small family. Sitting by the tree with a fire in the hearth, you exchanged gifts and your younger siblings squealed with joy as they unwrapped present after present. It was a good memory. It was a classic Christmas moment.Â
âExpecto patronum,â you said with a wave of your wand.Â
Nothing happened. You frowned and let your arm fall to your side.Â
âSo, not that one. Pick another,â George instructed.Â
Fred gave you an encouraging smile. You thought over the memories that really stood out. There was a moment in second year when you had earned twenty house points in one day. You had felt so proud of yourself. You had been on a roll of answering questions correctly and Professor Snape was thoroughly impressed with your potion. To end it all, your favorite meal appeared in front of you at dinner that night. That day was so good.Â
You attempted the spell again. This time, a fine blue mist fizzled out of your wand. It wasnât enough to be considered a noncorporeal but it was progress. Harry walked over to where you three were standing.Â
âYou can either try focusing on that memory harder or picking a stronger one. It doesnât necessarily need to be happy happy, but it does have to be strong. A strong, good memory. Thatâll do the trick,â he said. âGeorge, Fred, I saw yours earlier, well done. Very well done.â
âThanks, Harry,â they said together.Â
George followed Harry as he went to talk to Lee and Katie. That left Fred with you. He moved closer to you, leaning against the wall sideways. You sighed and bit the inside of your cheek. You needed something stronger; there was no way you could focus on that entire second year day any more.Â
âWhatâre you thinking?â Fred asked.
You leaned backwards against the wall to rest momentarily.
âJust⊠something stronger? What qualifies? Why is this so draining?âÂ
He chuckled and reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The gentle gesture sent a shiver down your spine. You looked at him, only to see him looking at you with a rare softness. You could feel your heart begin to beat quicker.Â
âYouâll think of it. If Georgie and I can do it, you surely can,â he assured you.Â
âYeah,â you breathe, bringing your gaze to your wand as you fidgeted with it.Â
âYou can,â he said, putting his hand on your shoulder and giving it a squeeze. âI believe it. Now you have to.â
You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. Thereâs a moment in your mind from earlier this year. It was a mix of happiness and hopefulness, but you assumed it was what Harry meant by strong.Â
Gryffindor had just won a quidditch match, absolutely blowing Slytherin out of the water. The game had been so intense, as Slytherin played dirty as they always did. With Gryffindorâs pure skill and team chemistry, they were unstoppable. You had nearly screamed yourself hoarse with every goal and foul. When the team landed after Harry caught the snitch, you were among the first to storm the pitch. You had run toward the twins, but more specifically Fred. George had turned to celebrate with Angelina and Fred had his gaze on you, opening his arms wide to pull you into a hug as soon as you reached him. He had spun you around and pressed a kiss to your forehead.Â
After that, he had put you down and you celebrated with the rest of your friends. But that moment when he held you and kissed your forehead. That was the moment. It was drenched in the hope that maybe, just maybe, Fred felt the same way about you that you did about him. Maybe there was something more than friendly between you.Â
You had never asked him about it. You never discussed if the kiss meant anything. Despite being in Gryffindor, you didnât have the courage to ask. You were far too worried that asking about it would mean finding out that he didnât feel that way, that it would mean creating awkwardness between you and that was something you werenât going to risk. Your friendship meant too much.Â
You took a breath to steady yourself. You raise your wand.
âExpecto patronum!âÂ
You let the hope and your feelings for Fred fill your chest as you cast the charm. More than a fine blue mist came out of the tip of your wand. It started like a waterfall, blue speckles falling to the ground. A small mound of blue formed into a shape and the image of a squirrel became vivid. It jumped to life, running around the feet of your classmates. A disbelieving smile formed on your lips. A weak laugh left you.
You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt arms wrap around your waist and spin you around. Your patronus was short lived as this movement takes all of your attention.Â
âI knew you could do it!â Fred cheered into your ear.
You relaxed into his arms that are still around you. He stopped spinning and allowed you to re-steady yourself before turning you to look at him with his arms still around your waist.
âWhat did I tell you,â he said, smiling as wide as you were. âWhat were you thinking about?â
You felt your face burn at his question. You didnât want to tell him, but you didnât know which other memory you could say without him somehow knowing that you were lying. What if he didnât feel the same about you?Â
âWhich memory did you choose, love?â he asked, pulling you a tiny bit closer to him.Â
You could smell the spice of his cologne, count the freckles on his face and see the flecks of amber in his warm brown eyes. Your thoughts were derailed as you focused on the feeling of hands on your waist.Â
âThe last quidditch win,â you said softly, staring into his eyes.Â
âOh?â His voice had no edge to it, no teasing lilt.
âMore specifically,â you started, hearing your voice shake slightly as you were about to tell him how much that simple moment meant to you, âwhen we celebrated after on the pitch.â
âYou mean,â he said slowly, his voice low and caring, âwhen I spun you⊠like this?â His voice lifted energetically as he picked you up and spun you around again.
Your laughter filled the Room of Requirement. You had forgotten about everyone else in the room and didnât care that you were probably drawing attention to yourself. When he put you down, Fred pressed a kiss to your forehead again, like he had after that quidditch match.Â
âWas that your memory?â he asked teasingly as he leaned in toward your ear.Â
âYe-yeah.âÂ
You raised your eyes to his. His wide grin told you that he was enjoying this, but there was a look of adoration on his face. That rare softness was still there in his eyes from before you cast your patronus successfully.Â
âWould you want to make these memories more often?â he asked.Â
âWhat?â
âFred! Just ask her,â Georgeâs voice came from nearby. You couldnât bring yourself to look away from the twin still holding you.
âWe could, erm, make the hugs and kisses happen more often. If you want.âÂ
âAre you askingâŠâ Your voice trails off, too nervous to finish the thought.
âIf youâll be my girlfriend? Yes, yes I am. So, will you?â
You nodded. Your heart had taken residence in your throat so you were fully incapable of speaking, but your grin mirrored Fredâs. At least it did until he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. Then youâre certain yours was bigger than his.Â
âAbout damn time,â George said, clapping both of you on your shoulders. âHeâs been gone for you for far too long without doing anything.â
âFinally grew a pair,â Lee added from your other side.Â
âOh sod off,â Fred retorted with no bite to his words.Â
He couldnât stop smiling down at you in his arms and finally his.Â
#marauder-misprint#fred weasley x you#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley#fred weasley fluff#hp fic#lightning era#harry potter fic
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James Potter not being able to hide his bewilderment when he sees that baby Harry has inherited his motherâs green eyes⊠James Potter skipping around the house, his and Siriusâs voices draining each other as they stand together looking down at the new member of the Potter family sleeping tightly, their eyes shining and mouths runningâŠ.
James Potter, who never lived long enough to learn that Harry also inherited his motherâs sarcasm, her humourâŠ
Harry James Potter, who inherited Lilyâs gaze, that look in his eyes⊠like he was older than his age⊠Harry Potter, who inherited Lilyâs desperate need to prove herself, Lilyâs posture, the way Lily wrote her gâs⊠Harry, who inherited not only traits from his mother, but also traits from his father.
Harry with his fatherâs messy hair, Harry who bounces his leg when heâs stressed and ruffles his hair when heâs nervous, unlike his father who ruffled it to impress girls. Harry with a glimpse of his fatherâs mischievousness in his Lily eyes. Harry who talks in his sleep like his father, Harry with dimples like his father, Harry with poor eyesight like his father.
Itâs all a mess of Lily (canât function properly under stress), James (showers in cold water)⊠and Harry himself (short temper). Because if itâs something so many people seem to forget about him, which always pisses him off, is that Harry is his own person too.
He loves Treacle Tart, he has his own awkward little laugh, he canât control his face, he bites his nails when studying, he loves strong smells, and thatâs all him. Just⊠him.
And what Sirius never got to tell him, is that: if people would try to look past the way his parents are still with him in his eyes, behind his smile and in his heart⊠they would see a wonderful young boy. So much more than what his parents ever made him. Harry raised himself. Harry grew up to be his own.
But Sirius never got to tell him that, just like he never got to tell him that he had Remusâs awkward flush, Siriusâs shit-eating grin, Dorcasâs frustrated resting face, Regulusâs unbothered expression when he was locked into his own little shell⊠traits that were Maryâs, Marleneâs, Jamesâs, Lilyâs, and most importantly Harryâs own.
Sirius never even learnt if these were things Harry would have liked to hear.
#fuck jkr#fuck me and my will to torture myself and my poor moots#jfp#hjp#hp#potterverse#harry james potter#lightning era#marauders era#marauders fandom#jily#regulus black#lily evans#lily potter#james potter#sirius black#dead gay wizards#and witches#ellastag#harry mfing potter the man you are#oh and jamie#the man u were⊠*sips drink* *sobs into said drink*#ella bleeds ink
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*scurries up to you and drops the harry potter meme redraws at your feet*


*scurries back into the art void until who knows when*
#can you tell i like drawing hermione fed up with these hoes#shes so tired#also i drew harry and ron are a little younger in the second one#so thats why they dont look like how i normally draw them#wizard chess bitches#artists on tumblr#art#original art#fanart#harry potter#harry potter memes#ron and harry#harry potter fanart#harry and hermione#golden trio fanart#golden trio era#golden era#lightning era#lightning era harry potter#meme redraw#meme#tumblr memes#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#ron x hermione#hermione granger#ron weasley#ronald weasley#hp fanart#hp#hp fandom
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taste- part 2
"every time you close your eyes and feel his lips, you're feelin' mine" "and every time you breathe his air, just know i was already there" "you can have him if you like, iâve been there, done that once or twice" "and singin' bout it don't mean i care, yeah, i know i've been known to share"
a/n: the long awaited part 2. tysm for all the love on part 1 !! if you haven't read part 1 yet, you can read it here.
pairings: theodore nott x slytherin fem!reader
warnings/tags: mentions of cheating. pansmione mention.
summary: theo makes his choice.
theo's gaze lingered on you as you disappeared out of honeydukes, your parting words still echoing in the silence that followed your exit. pansy had been stunned, her smirk wiped clean off her face. now, she stood frozen next to him, her dark eyes darting back and forth between the door and him.
it didnât take long before her shock morphed into anger. she turned to him, her voice low, almost dangerously soft. "is it true?"
theo shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the shopkeeper who was pretending to be busy counting coins but was clearly eavesdropping. "pansy," he began, unsure how to even start.
"donât. just tell me the truth." her eyes bore into his. "how long?"
theo opened his mouth, but the words caught in his throat. he wanted to explain, to justify, to somehow make it all seem like less than it was, but nothing he could say would change the facts. "since the summer," he admitted finally, his voice barely audible.
pansyâs breath hitched, her eyes widening in disbelief. "the summer," she repeated, the words foreign on her tongue. she took a step toward him, nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply. her eyes sharpened, realization dawning as she caught the faint, sweet scent that lingered on his clothing.
"god, you even smell like her," she hissed, taking another step closer. "itâs like sheâs still here. like iâm breathing the same air as her."
theo clenched his jaw, guilt washing over him. he had never intended to hurt pansy, not like this. his feelings for you had crept up on him, unexpected but undeniable. but pansy had been a part of his life for so longâ he had thought he could manage both, keep up appearances with her and still have you. now, he realized how naive that had been.
"how long have you been lying to me?" pansy asked, her voice rising as her emotions took hold. "how long have you been sneaking around behind my back?"
"i wasnâtâ" he began, but she cut him off with a bitter laugh.
"since the summer," she spat, shaking her head in disbelief, her face a mix of anger and hurt. "all those times you disappeared, all those excusesâ you were with her, werenât you?"
he couldnât bring himself to deny it. he nodded, shame settling deep in his chest. "i didnât mean for it to happen like this, pansy. i never wanted to hurt you."
"funny how that works," she said coldly, taking a step back. "because you did."
without another word, pansy stormed out of the shop, leaving theo standing there, lost in the wreckage of the moment.
it wasnât long before pansy found you.
she caught you as you were leaving the three broomsticks, the warmth of the tavern replaced by the chill of the autumn air. you barely had time to register the fury on her face before she was in front of you, blocking your path.
"so itâs true," she said, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and disbelief. "youâve been messing around with theo behind my back."
you stared at her, feeling a deep weariness settle over you. you didnât want to fight, didnât want to keep rehashing the same painful truth. "you donât have to worry about me anymore, pansy," you said quietly. "thereâs nothing between us now."
pansy narrowed her eyes. "what are you saying?"
"iâm saying you can have him," you replied, the weight of your own words pressing on your chest. "i donât care anymore."
for a moment, she just stood there, her expression faltering. and then, something inside her seemed to snap. she let out a breathless, bitter laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "you donât care?" she echoed. "you ruined everything, and now youâre just going to walk away?"
you held her gaze, your own emotions swirling just beneath the surface, but you kept your voice steady. "itâs over, pansy. thereâs nothing left to fight about."
behind her anger, you could see the confusion and hurt. pansy had always been so sure of her place by his side. to have that shaken so thoroughly, it was clear she didnât know how to process it.
"this is too much," she muttered, her voice breaking. she glanced back toward the village, her shoulders tense, before turning her eyes to you again. "heâs not worth it," she said, her voice cold, but there was a flicker of something softer underneath. "iâm done with him."
and with that, she walked away, leaving you standing in the street, the wind biting at your skin.
you barely had time to process her departure before you heard the sound of footsteps behind you. you turned just in time to see theo running after you, his face drawn with frustration and worry.
"waitâ" he called, but you didnât stop. you couldnât. you couldnât let him pull you back into this mess again.
"theo, donât," you said, your voice thick with emotion as you quickened your pace, trying to put distance between you and him. "just go."
"iâm not going after her!" he shouted, catching up to you, his hand grabbing your arm to stop you. "please, just listen to me."
you stopped abruptly, pulling your arm from his grasp as you spun to face him. "i wonât be anyoneâs secret, theo," you said, your voice trembling with the effort to hold back your tears. "if you want to be with pansy so badly, then go. be with her."
he flinched at your words, hurt flashing in his eyes, but you turned away before you could see any more. you couldnât handle it. not now. not after everything.
"waitâ" theo tried again, but you shook your head, walking faster, not stopping until the distance between you and him was more than just physical.
when you were finally alone, the tears came. you let them fall, letting the weight of everything settle on your shoulders. and in that quiet, in the solitude of the moment, you made a promise to yourself.
you would never let anyone treat you like that again.
the days after the confrontation were strange. theo kept his distance, and for that, you were grateful. but it didnât stop him from watching you, didnât stop the furtive glances he sent your way when he thought you werenât looking.
it wasnât until a few days later, during charms class, that theo made his next move.
a folded note landed on your desk, sliding across the surface to rest just beneath your hand. you glanced down at it, your heart sinking as you saw theoâs familiar handwriting scrawled across the parchment.
meet me at the astronomy tower? 9 p.m.
you rolled your eyes, crumpling the note in your hand and shoving it into your bag. as if things could be that simple.
after class, theo approached you again, his face full of the same pleading expression you had seen too many times before.
"please," he said softly, stepping in front of you. "just five minutes. thatâs all iâm asking."
you stared at him for a long moment, considering his words, weighing the possibilities. against your better judgment, you found yourself nodding. "fine. five minutes."
he looked relieved, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "thank you."
you said nothing as you walked away, your stomach twisting with anxiety for the conversation that was sure to come.
at nine oâclock, you made your way up to the astronomy tower, your heart beating a little faster with every step. the night was cool, the stars scattered across the sky like distant pinpricks of light. when you reached the top, theo was already there, leaning against the stone railing, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
he straightened as soon as he saw you, his expression soft, almost vulnerable.
"you came," he said, his voice filled with quiet relief.
"i said i would," you replied shortly, crossing your arms. "youâve got five minutes."
theo sighed, running a hand through his hair, his eyes darting to the sky before they finally met yours again. "iâve been a fool,â he started, his voice quiet, almost pained. "i was a fool to think i could be with pansy in public and have you in secret. i want to be with you."
you blinked, taken aback by his sudden admission. "where is this coming from?" you asked cautiously. "why do you suddenly feel this way?"
"itâs not sudden," theo replied, shaking his head. "i've always felt this way. i was just too prideful. too scared to admit it, to myself or to you." he stepped closer, his voice trembling slightly as he continued. "but fuck my pride. fuck everything. i am in love with you."
your breath caught in your throat, the rawness in his words slicing through the defenses you had carefully built up over the last few weeks.
"iâve tried not to be," theo admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "iâve tried to do the right thing, to do right by pansy, and by you. but i can't help it. my heart wonât stop wanting you.â
you stood frozen, barely able to process his words as he took another step closer, the intensity in his eyes almost overwhelming. "iâve been in love with you since the day you tripped and fell on your face right in front of me."
you let out a breathy laugh at the memory, your heart tugging at the unexpected sweetness of it.
theo smiled, his expression softening as he reached for your hand, his fingers brushing against yours. "my love is yours, if youâre willing to take it."
you hesitated, your mind spinning as you tried to sort through the mess of emotions swirling inside you. "i... i am not sure if i am ready yet," you admitted softly, pulling your hand back slightly.
theo nodded, understanding flickering in his eyes. "thatâs alright," he said gently. "i can wait. i will wait as long as you need."
there was a quiet, fragile moment between the two of you, the weight of everything that had passed finally beginning to lift. slowly, you felt some of your defenses crumble, your heart opening to the possibility that maybe, just maybe, things could be different.
over the following weeks, you and theo took things slow. there was no more secrecy, no more hiding in shadows or sneaking around. theo kept his promise, giving you the time and space you needed to feel ready. and when the two of you were finally ready to make things public, it was on your terms, with no lingering doubts.
pansy, to your surprise, had been able to reconcile with theo. while their romantic relationship had ended, they were able to find a new sense of friendship. as it turned out, pansy had begun seeing someone new as wellâ hermione granger, of all people. though unexpected, their relationship seemed to be exactly what pansy needed, and you couldnât help but be happy for her.
in time, you and theo began to date publicly, and while the journey hadnât been easy, you knew that what the two of you had was real. the love theo had promised you that night under the stars was yours, and you were finally ready to accept it.
#harry potter series#hp series#harry potter fandom#hp fandom#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#hogwarts#slytherin#lightning era#theodore nott#theo nott#theodore nott fanfiction#theo nott fanfiction#theodore nott fic#theo nott fic#theodore nott x reader#theo nott x reader#theodore nott x you#theo nott x you#theodore nott imagine#theo nott imagine#theodore nott smut#theo nott smut#sabrina carpenter#short n sweet#taste#spotify
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Finally finished him >:D planning on posting my commission sheet soon if anyoneâs interested btw!! I just need to figure out when Iâll have time to leave it open + set up a cash app
#harry potter#hp fandom#hjp#harry james potter#golden trio era#lightning era#art#fanart#digital art#hp fanart
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rubbish and the weather
A/N: my first hp universe fic đ„ș i hope somebody enjoys this because i LOVE neville and i LOVE friends to lovers tropes
Pairings: Neville Longbottom x Fem!Reader
Summary: Neville is hiding two things from you: the chest under his bed and his affections for you. 1.5k words
Warnings: fluff, face kisses, friendly teasing/bullying, SICKENING pining, neville being borderline creepy but in a sweet way, cursing, friends to⊠lovers?

"'Some have begun to question whether or not the Sorting Hat even exists'. Oh, be serious, there's no way anyone would believe this rubbish"âyou toss the flimsy tabloid to the foot of the bed, nearly pelting Neville with the busily patterned coverâ"Now, if they'd asked, does the Sorting Hat actually sort... well, then I'd have to think about it."
"If you think it's rubbish, then why are you subscribed?"
He doesn't even have to glance up from his almanac to know you're glaring holes through his skull. And you don't have to see the other side of his skull to know that he's borderline laughing at you.
"Oh, and I'm sure what you're reading is much more enlightening. What is this?"âYou snatch the thin booklet from his lap, illuminating the soft yellow cover under your suddenly glowing wandâ"Last year's Farmers' Almanac?"
"Give me thatâI'm trying to follow weather patterns to understand what crops might attract juvenile basilisks to common gardens in order to decrease slug attacks on spring harvests. Are you even listening?" he whines, smacking your calf with the booklet as you reach for a worn quill and a shred of parchment.
"Mhm! Baby basilisks, slug attacks, harvests, got it!" you coo, scribbling across the paper flattened against the headboard of his bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing, plant boy! Go back to reading."
"Actually, I prefer plantsman, thank you very much."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, plant boy."
He turns his back to you again, sitting criss-cross on the edge of the bed, hunched over as he scans the pages for keywords and uncommon patterns.
You shift across the bed, draping one arm over Neville's shoulder and dropping the slip of paper into his lap. Your head rests on his other shoulder while he picks at the edges of the piece and ignores the fire in his face.
"For me?" he says, holding it in his palms like it could rip at any second. Like he'll blink and it'll turn to shreds in his fingers.
"It's your little basilisk"âyou run your fingertip along the bottom corner where a tiny, overly worried snake sits looking up at a gigantic slug with sharp teeth that towers over him and his tomato plantâ"I don't know how he's going to defend his crops this spring."
You blow a puff of air against the back of his neck, chuckling when he startles and slips the comic into the breast pocket of his pajamas.
"So you were listening after all," he teases, turning over his shoulder to find you splayed out across the bed, face buried in his pillows, arms outstretched like you're reaching for something. He wants to reach back. He wants this kind of view for the rest of his life, if only from afar.
You mumble something into the fluff and shriek when he grabs for your ankle.
"Can't hear all your whining through the bedding."
When you look at him, he thinks he could die. Your eyes sparkle in the dim and awfully warm lightning. If he's lucky, you'll brush off all of his feverish blushing as some sort of medical condition. But he's never been very lucky which is why he reaches for the back of his neck when you grin and roll over.
"I wasn't whining, I was sayingâ"
Light floods the room as the door flaps open to a few familiar faces that look like they've seen a ghost. You spring out of Neville's bed and gather your supplies. He feels a buzzing in his palms that begs him to beg you to stay. But it's against the rules. Even more so than your presence alone in the boys' dorms.
"I guess that's my cue to leave," you chirp, saluting to the quartet of boys shuffling through the doorway with wide eyes and shy smiles.
"Goodnight, Neville."
You kiss his cheek, patting his shoulder and flitting back through the door with one last wave. Neville sighs and tosses his almanac aside, swinging his legs off the side of the bed before he hears a chorus of high-pitched teasing:
"Goodnight, Neville! I love you, Neville!" Not to mention the kissing sounds and squeaky sighs from the group of Gryffindor imbeciles.
He would never admit it out loud, but even imagining you professing your love for him gives him butterflies. His heart races at the thought of your voice wrapped around the sweet words, your lips forming the dewy syllables just right. But he rolls his eyes and groans, settling across his mattress and forgetting the drawing in his pocket.
...
You'd been wandering around the boys' dormitories in your house sweater, humming the song that played in the pub down the road. Usually you invade Neville's space to study or catch up on tabloids, but tonight you're restless. His quill is flicking away at a sheet of classwork he forgot about until the last minute.
As you press your fingertips to each quilt stitch and dresser decoration, you notice a piece of metal gleaming at you from underneath his bed. A sharp corner protrudes from the edge; it belongs to a small brown leather chest buckled in brass and blooming with rust.
"What's this?" you coo, holding the chest across both of your palms, nudging his calf with your foot and grinning mischievously down at him. And he looks genuinely scared. Pale as a ghost and scrambling after you as you take off across the room with elated giggles and chirps.
"Noâno! Give that back, it's personal!" he whines, panting as you bound over one of the beds and curl your arms around the box.
"What's yours is mine, Longbottom! Come on, whatever it is can't be that badâ"
He grabs the back of your sweater like the scruff of a puppy, dragging you backwards and knocking you off kilter. He nearly catches the chest with his hands, but you duck out of reach and jump onto his bed before he can get to you again.
"Tell me, what on Earth could Neville Longbottom be hidingâ"
His heart stops when you flick open the latch and toss the lid wide. Then your smile falls.
You finger over the contents of the chest, scraps of parchment and ink fill it to its brim. They nearly spill over the edges when you plop down onto his mattress with the chest in your lap.
Your mouth opens and closes with revelation and awe. Each page is one of your spontaneously dorky animations. Spiky creatures and demon garden spawn and caricatures of Professor Snape litter the pile. They're all drawings you remember, each connects to a moment between the two of you.
Neville takes a deep breath and doesn't dare step closer, "It's not what it looks likeâ"
"You kept them?" you whisper, looking up at him in shock, "All of them?"
You're still flipping through the stack when he shrugs with a worrisome smile.
"...Yes."
You pause. You pause and take a sharp breath in because he's never sounded so sure in a word. You do a double take at one of the sketches. He sits on the edge of the bed, wringing his hands and glancing over at you anxiously.
"Neville"âand here it comes, he thinks, creepy, perverted, obsessive, and those sorts of things. And you wouldn't be wrong. But then he thinks he might be wrong. Because you set the box aside and spring toward him like a goddamn panther, landing him flat on the floor with a groan.
"That's adorable!
Your wet lips find his cheek and the rest of his face, hands wound into the collar of his sleep shirt as you leer down at him with a grin.
"I didn't think anyone paid attention to those stupid things."
"Well. I do," he huffs.
"I can see that, you sicko!" you shriek, "You better thank your lucky stars I'm so nice. Any other girl would've sent you right to Snape for being so perverted and creepy."
Called it.
"That's why I did it to you, not some other girl."
He doesn't know what to do with his hands, and you go shy thinking you might've crossed a line. Maybe you got too excited, flew too close to the sun, lips too close to his own. But the closeness had felt nice, and you want to make him blush like that forever.
"So you're saying it's not because I'm the prettiest girl at Hogwarts."
And you bat your lashes, pouting and leaving him weak in the knees. With your palms on his chest and you leaning closer, he's tempted to admit he's taken with you. To admit he's loved you since first year. To admit you are the prettiest girl at Hogwarts and in London and the rest of Europe. Forget the world, you're his.
"I never said that," Neville mumbles. Itâs the closest he'll ever get to a real confession. At least this year.
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Headcanons about my current hyperfixation: THEOO!!â
I keep stalking the 'theodore nott headcanons' tag so I might as well write my own headcanons about him

âź â ËïœĄđŠč âïœĄÂ°â©
this man has social anxiety. prove me wrong.
when he was younger he found comfort in reading fiction books, like pjo
he 100% had an obsession with greek mythology, or mythology in general, and it's still kinda there but not like before
then growing up he got into classics
like one day he was like 'what if I read a Dostoevskij book' and that's where it all started
he prefers reading this kind of books because they teach you more
tallest boy you've ever seen, somewhat taller (only by few centimeteres) than Fred and George
he plays the cello, like kind of, he knows how to play a piece only studying it, i believe this man was never able to play a piece at first sight
surprisingly (to him) he really has a lot of things in common with Luna, when he found out he wanted to spend more time with her
he's really silent, but GOD does he ever stop thinking?? his head is loud af
enjoys being with his friends, they're used to him not shouting in their ears (unlike some other boy *cough cough* Mattheo *cough cough ... cough*)and he enjoys their company and they do too
not the type of boy to run to Spotify or whatever music app whenever he can, but he enjoys some kind of music (mostly smooth piano jazz, dramatic classical music since it's my fav, and he thinks TV girl, Lamp, Ichiko Aoba are cool)
never replies quickly, he's always late replying cuz thinks being on his phone is a complete waste of time, but it's not like he's NEVER on it
chill with Halloween but feral over Christmas (does not show it)
legos. I've said all.
YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN DOESNT HAVE HIS ROOM FULL OF STAR WARS SETS
despite enjoying english and all that kind of subjects, he is feral, and when I say feral I mean feral over maths. He loves learing new concepts because then it all makes sense and it's just so cool (explained from a person who is also feral over maths, pls tell me you get what i mean)
hyperfixations? oh so many
again, greek mythology
you could tell this man "Hey do you know about the myth of Apolloand Daphne" his eyes would light up and he would tell you the myth, his opinion, and related myths ("there's also this other myht with Apollo where he-")
A S T R O L O G Y
still greek mythology related but
he could stay hours talking about constellations
"hey do you know the myth behind the gemini constellation? No? Can I tell you about it?! Okay so-"
paper stars.
if there's a paper stripe around he'd grab it and make a paper star out of it
looks like the typa guy who'd take a lot of pictures with a canon/sony camera
when he feels anxious he'd do this thing where (get ready for the worst explanation ever) he'd put one of his nails of the right hand in between the skin and the nail of his thumb on his left hand and make the nail go left and right, still in between the skin and the nail (I ALWAYS DO THAT I HOPE IT MAKES SENSE I TRIED TO BE AS SPECIFIC AS I COULD)
He tried to go to a party since Blaise, Draco, Enzo, Theo, Pansy (basically everyone you get it)... begged him to come along
we could sum up his experience in one word
NIGHTMARE
The music was too loud, the people were to close to him, everyone was shouting, there were alcohol and drugs (he still wonders how they got literal drugs into the castle), everyone tried to dance with him and talk to him, that time he got overwhelmed tried to leave, but they were all like 'heyyyy nooo dont leaveeeee stay hereeeeee' but his friends understood it wasn't for him and Blaise went with him to his dorm, waited until he felt better then went back to the party
has never been to a party since then
smart af
like he easily surpasses draco and mione
also theo and mione are really close friends, one time they found eachother in the library reading the same book and chatting they found out they have several things in common
has a collection of stylographs, that stays in his library neatly ordinated
best sense of style (he obv got it from Blaise but he made it better)
he loves movies, he's watched movies like Dead Poets Society, Dorian Gray, but also movies about historical facts like The Darkest Hour, The King's Speech, Hidden Figures, The Pianist (I'm a sucker for this kind of movies honestly)
!! HE HAS DIMPLES !!
He loves professor Lupin, he thinks of him as Keating is dps
secretly listens to Micheal BublĂš in Christmas, he loves his Christmas songs
he only buys old books, never new ones, he thinks that already used books, from decades ago, he thinks they hold stories, and it's even better when the books have annotations, maybe he'll erase them, but it's good to hear other's opinions
has a lot of vynils
used to study for his dad, now this became a habit, that's why he's the best in class
his relationship with his mom is not strong, MORE
When his mom died he was 5 so he didn't understand
when he finally knew the truth he cried for weeks, then he would occasionally go out to look at the stars, which he always admired with his mom, and cried thinking about her, thinking that she was watching him from up there
when he was like 10 he didn't cry no more, only if he ever opened up
he shared anything with her
he NEVER let ANYONE call him Teddy, he always though that is what his mom called him, and he didn't want other people to 'interfere' with that, he feels like it's their thing
despises horror movies. gets scared to death watching them, and doesnt find the lore interesting
never walks around with only socks on, has the fear of walking on water accidentally and getting his feet wet and the feeling disgustes him
also, has the whole collection of pjo books (every book. from percy jackson and the olympians to the chalice of the gods)
loves cats so much, he has two cats, but he wishes he had more
he has male brown cat named Monet and a grey cat with some beige spots and green eyes (it's mt bsf's cat, I love her - the cat - and I thought she could be a honourable mention) named Vivienne
defo has an obsession with sharks, but is even more obsessed with jellyfish, he knows a lot of scientific names for their species, for exmample Phylloriza Punctata, or Chrisaora Quinquecirrha, or Aurelia Aurelita, he's obsessed
Fav subject isn't potions, it's astronomy instead
since i live for loser!Theo, im in love with the idea of him stuttering in front of a guy/girl he finds cute or attractive, blushing and being awkward
my man absolutely doesn't know how to talk, he speaks too fast, and when ppl tell him to slow down, then he thinks he's talking too slow
if anyone fatshames any of his friends, or is racist/homophobic towards them, or just insults them, he will try to avoid throwing punches, but lets say he'll exchange a word or two with that person
if he's itchy, he scratches so hard there could be blood (a bit exaggerated but you get it)
could've been a Ravenclaw, but if he did his father would be really mad at him, so he's happy he isn't
another headcanon that I kindly stole rn from @heirofs1ytherin is that he's into poetry. LIKE 100% âź â ËïœĄđŠč âïœĄÂ°â© You probably got that I love him HES MY BABY
#loser!theo#theodore nott#theo nott#harry potter fandom#harry potter#harry potter headcanons#theodore nott headcanons#theo nott headcanons#hp#lightning era#hermione granger#mione#blaise#blaise zabini#draco malfoy#mattheo riddle#pansy parkinson#theodore faustus nott#slytherin#slytherin boys#slytherin gang#autistic!theo nott#imagine#thats probably enough tags#i just want ppl to read this#:D
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i have a fic need that needs to be fulfilled and it's just sirius post-azkaban in ootp locked up in number twelve and his memory is damaged and he only remembers the worst of the worst so he just . pensieve-s it and pulls his worst memories out because he doesnt want to be burdened by them . and then harry finds them and takes a dip. and it's just all very horrifying yk because its really the worst of the worst and it's all happened in number twelve . and sirius doesn't find out and the next time harry sees sirius sirius is just doing the crossword on the dining table and he just thinks to sirius' memories where he's being punished on the exact same spot where he's sitting and just bursting into tears but he cant tell sirius because sirius didnt need to be reminded of that
#its swm (sirius' worst memor(ies)y)#badly executed joke :(#i love sirius angst . make the worst most unimaginable shit happen.#mauraders#dead gay wizards from the 70s#moth's own#sirius black#sirius orion black#the marauders#marauders era#marauders#the marauders era#harry potter marauders#harry potter#harry james potter#hp marauders#sirius and harry#harry and sirius#harry potter and sirius black#sirius black and harry potter#sirius black angst#sirius black deserved better#sirius deserved better#swm#post marauders era#golden trio era#lightning bolt era#ootp#hp ootp#harry potter ootp
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Remus and Luna both turning around simultaneously once in Hogwarts after someone yelled out "Loony" because Loony Lupin and Loony Lovegood have stuck with them.
(Or you can see it as Remus mishearing it for Moony)
#harry potter#marauders#marauders era#lightning era#remus lupin#luna lovegood#sirius black#james potter#barty crouch junior#regulus black#peter pettigrew#evan rosier#neville longbottom#harry potter books#harry james potter#hp fandom
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Unlikely by ObsidianPen (@obsidianpen) Pairing: Harry/Tom Riddle Rating: T Word Count: 2k âLike all magical people, you will get a soul mark when you get your wand,â the genial wizard explained after calmly lighting Tomâs wardrobe and sense of self-preservation on fire. âUnless, of course, your soulmate is younger than you. Then your soul mark shall appear whenever theirs does. They are always on oneâs chest, right over your heart. Usually, they are somewhat vague and take time to interpret correctly. Phrases such as âRival to Loverâ, or âInstantaneous Loveâ⊠But they always make sense in the end, and it becomes apparent whom the great, wild magic intended you to be with.â Tom Marvolo Riddle lived his entire, long life thinking that he - Lord Voldemort - was the exception to love. Harry learned at eleven that he would never escape the damnation of Tom Marvolo Riddle. (translation available in Đ ŃŃŃĐșĐžĐč)
#tomarry#harry potter/tom riddle#tom riddle/harry potter#tomarry fic rec#hp fic rec#rating: t#harry/tom riddle#less than 5k words#soulmate au#mlm ship#magical theory#angst#ambiguous/open ending#canon divergent#lightning era
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pansy parkinson | queen of hearts â„ïž
#girlsgirlsgirls2025#pansy parkinson#ginny x pansy#harry potter fanart#golden trio era#lightning era#fan art#hp#harry potter#artists on tumblr#nicolillies
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Hi! I have no idea how to request correctly butI really liked how you write fred and I was wondering if I can maybe request you doing qn insecure!fred x reader where they are dating and molly wants reader to come over but fred knowing they are poor doesnt want the reader to see. When he tells her and she agrees to come over and meets his familyi(the ones she hasnt met yet) she slips up on something stupid like saying a twosided comment about their house and molly takes it the bad way, disliking reader and pressuring fred into breaking up with her but reader gets defensive and they fight, the weasley siblings on readers side and in the end molly starts to tolerate you. You absolutely don't have to but thx anyways!!
Thank you for the request! Although, I think you are referring to a Fred fic I reblogged so I canât take credit for that đ
ANYWAYS, I hope you like this - my first Hogwarts Era (Trio Era? Golden Era? Lightning Era?)Â
Peculiar
insecure!Fred x reader
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cw: angst, fluff, y/n
One thing Fred liked about Hogwarts was his familyâs financial situation didnât matter. Everyone wore the same uniform, even if his were hand-me-downs from Percy, and his family always managed to pull through to get the supplies they needed, which meant his broom wasnât the newest but it did the job. He knew he couldnât pretend his family had galleons upon galleons in their vault like other families. He knew he couldnât spoil his new girlfriend in all the ways he wanted to, and by goodness, did he wish he could spoil you.
Still, things were going good. You didnât discuss your familyâs financial situation much, just enough for him to know you were from a more well-off family. You were only teenagers after all. You enjoyed spending time with each other and all of the other things that came with teenage romances, including the moments where you both that maybe it could be more than just a teenage romance.Â
Things were good. Until a letter from Molly arrived.Â
Errol near crashed into the Gryffindor table at breakfast in his typical fashion.
âINCOMING!â Lee hollered as the aging bird landed among the plate and globals, sending food and drink everywhere.Â
âOh, Errol,â George groaned as he untied the letter at his foot. âOi, Freddie, itâs for you.â
Fred took the letter and quickly read it, a frown appearing on his face the further down he got in the letter. George picked it up right away, despite barely being able to see it in his peripheral vision as he tended to the owl.Â
âWhatâs it?â he asked.Â
âMum wants me to invite Y/N to the Burrow over the summer.â His frown was paired with bunched brows and a pale face.Â
Katie clapped Fred on his back enthusiastically.Â
âThatâs good, yeah? Sheâll get to experience that Weasley hospitality Mollyâs known for!â
Fred just shook his head, rereading the letter. It was bad enough that he couldnât spoil you at school, but what would you think if you saw his home, how they lived. It wasnât as bad as some people teased, but it certainly was no Malfoy Manor or Diggory Estate.Â
âMate, am I getting the invite this year?â Lee asked George, throwing an arm around his shoulder and shaking him.Â
âCanât. Mumâs already planning for Harry and Hermione. Plus Bill, Charlie and Percy will be home too. I think Perce is having Penelope over too? Itâs going to be a full house.â
Lee swore. âLosing to your girlfriend, Fred. It hurts,â he said teasingly.Â
Fred crumpled the letter and shoved it into his pocket. He didnât say anything for the rest of breakfast.Â
âOkay, why the long face? Donât you want Y/N to come?â George asked Fred as they made their way to their first lesson of the day.Â
âI⊠Itâs the Burrow. What if she expects more? Better?â
George just shrugged and then gave his twin a knowing look. âSo we donât wipe our arses with galleons. It donât matter that much. You know Mum just wants to meet her.â
âMum really wants to meet her.â Fred stopped walking. âDo you know who told âer? I hadnât mentioned Y/N in any of my letters yet.â
âProbably Ginny,â George laughed.Â
âWhatâd my favorite Weasley do?â you asked as you caught up with the boys, a grin on your face.Â
âAw, I thought I was your favorite,â George whined with a faux-pout.Â
âGinerva is telling Mum all my secrets,â Fred said before planting a kiss on the side of your forehead. You didnât need to know that you were one of those secrets.Â
The boys stopped discussing the letter for the time being. George at least had the tact to talk to Fred about his worries about you at a later time.Â
You werenât oblivious to Fredâs palpable worry during the day. He wasnât normally this quiet or fidgety. Maybe there were days when he was more restless than usual, but today, he kept checking the clock, nervously cracking his knuckles and crumpling something in his pocket.Â
One glance at George told him that you were picking up that something was off.
âDonât worry âbout, love. Iâll get âim sorted out for you,â George whispered to you after classes before hurrying to catch up with his brother who had already started making his way to Gryffindor Tower.
You watched them both with a concerned frown, but eventually decided not to think about it too much. Did you wish Fred would talk to you about whatever was eating his mind? Yes. But if George was convinced he could get his brother out of the funk, it couldnât be too bad.Â
âDo you think sheâll dump your sorry arse when she sees home?â George asked once they were far enough away.Â
Fred didnât answer. His brain said âmaybeâ but he couldnât bring himself to voice it.
George laughed in disbelief. âShe wouldnât! Bloody hell, whyâd you think that?â
âYou know she comes from⊠more,â Fred said quietly, the words feeling uncomfortable in his mouth. You werenât rich rich, but still, it was more than the Weasleys.Â
âHate to break it to you, but I donât think sheâs a gold digger.â George clamped a hand on Fredâs shoulder as they stood outside the Fat Ladyâs portrait. âIf she was, donât you think sheâd be with Flint or Pinch-Smedley, or Oggspire? Donât be dense.â His voice had taken a firmer tone.
Donât be dense, Fred repeated in his mind as he sat in the common room waiting for dinner. Donât be dense. Itâd be fine. It had to be. Was it a tad embarrassing? Sometimes, but at least they didnât all sleep in one room like Malfoy had once said.Â
Fred called you over to sit with him at dinner and by the way he smiled at you as you sat down next to him, you knew George had worked some magic. Fred was back to being Fred. He leaned in as you filled up your plate.
âSo, I was wondering if youâd like to visit the Burrow this summer. Mumâs given permission. Sheâd love to meet you,â he said in a hushed voice.Â
You had heard stories about summers at the Burrow. You knew it was home to more than the Weasleys when school was out; Harry, Hermione, Lee, Angelina, Katie, among others, had all been. There were legends of 3-on-3 quidditch matches and Mollyâs delectable meals. And you had just been invited. Your face lit up with the brightest smile Fred had seen since the day he asked you out.Â
âYeah, Fred, Iâd love to!â You leaned forward so you could see George on Fredâs other side. âHear that, George? Iâm going to see the Burrow!âÂ
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Your mother dropped you off at the nearest muggle village to the Burrow. She waited with you until Fred came to meet you.Â
âYour parents will be there the whole time?â she asked him when he arrived.
âYes, maâam. Mum is dying to meet her,â he said politely.
You, however, rolled your eyes. You bid your mother goodbye and went with Fred.
âI assured her that your parents would be around. Told her you guys have friends over every summer,â you ranted to him as you walked. âThat your mum loves to host and meet all your friends. I mean, how else would she get to meet everyone that Ginny talks about in her letters home?â
Fred laughed. Of course you knew it was Ginny who wrote home the most.
He cautiously watched your expression as the Burrow came into view. They had passed the barn and chicken coop, along with several animals. You were speechless as you looked the house up and down. His worry about what you would think melted away when he saw the pure awe on your face.Â
âWhat a peculiar home!â you exclaimed as you reached the sign that said âThe Burrowâ. âThe magic-â
âPeculiar?â Molly gasped from the kitchen.Â
You hadnât noticed her yet, still taking in everything that was the Burrow. Itâs many stories with rooms jutting out every which way that gave it a very crooked and semi-lopsided appearance. Just from the outside, it was very different from any house you had ever seen, wizarding or muggle.Â
You gave Fred a concerned sideways glance. His mother did not sound happy with your comment. He gave you a soft yet reassuring smile. This was his home after all and you had agreed to come stay and meet his family, and so far, you were taking it well.
âYouâre here!â Ginny squealed as she burst out the front door and pulled you into a hug. âI canât wait to show you around!âÂ
âI can show Y/N around just fine, Ginny,â Fred said, an easier smile coming to his face.Â
You just laughed, taking Ginnyâs hand once she released you. The three of you entered into the house and walked right into the surprisingly harsh gaze of Molly.Â
âMum,â Fred said warily. âThis is Y/N.âÂ
âPleasure to meet you,â you said kindly. âYou have a-â
âPeculiar home, as you said outside,â Molly cut you off.Â
You took a step backwards, stepping on Fredâs foot. He sucked a breath in, loud enough for you to hear.Â
âDinnerâs at seven. Keep doors open,â she added shortly before turning back into the kitchen.Â
You tried to give Fred a questioning look but he was staring after his mother.
âCome with me. Iâll show you my room! Itâs where you, me and âMione will be sleeping. Like one big slumber party!â Ginny said, grabbing your arm again and pulling you toward the twisting stairs.Â
Once you and Ginny were gone, Fred followed his mother into the kitchen.
âMum?â he asked cautiously.Â
In his mind, he wanted to ask âwhat the bloody hell was that? You gave me, George and Ron an easier time when we stole Dadâs car to rescue Harry.â He didnât, but he wanted to. And he was glad he didnât when Molly spun around, glaring and pointing a wooden spoon at him.
âDo. Not.â Her voice was sharp. âThat girl⊠The gall⊠Insulting us before she evenâŠâ She turned back to the pot she was stirring and was more muttering to herself than talking to Fred. âExpects us to feed and care for her⊠Peculiar⊠Iâll show her peculiarâŠâÂ
The rest of the day and the next two were filled with never-ending fun, except for meals when Molly sat down and glared at you from across the table. You spent most of your time with Fred and George, as you had expected to, but you helped with chores around the house and chatted with just about everyone. Percy and Penelope were more quiet than the rest, often opting to read or discuss their jobs quietly when they returned from them. You tried not to take it personally that Molly seemed to like her much more than you.Â
Then you got the delight to meet Bill and be properly introduced to Charlie. The latter had been at Hogwarts when you started but it wasnât like you ever really interacted. The eldest of the Weasley children were incredible story-tellers and just as hilarious as the rest of them. The way Charlie talked about his work with dragons almost made you wish you had taken Care of Magical Creatures and Billâs stories about Egypt and Gringotts were overall impressive.Â
The fourth day of your stay is when you heard how unwelcome you apparently were at the Burrow. Or, at least, according to Molly.Â
The living room was alive with various games being played by the siblings and guests. Exploding snap, wizardsâ chess, gobstones, you name it. It was loud and warm and fun. Fred noticed your glass was empty and went to the kitchen to refill it for you.Â
âEver the gentleman,â you laughed as he disappeared through the door.
âFred, how dare you bring a girl like that into this house!â Mollyâs voice could be heard through the walls, sending a sudden hush through the room.Â
You blinked, looking from George to Ron to Hermione.Â
âI thought your family didnât care about status?â you asked, confusion obvious on your face.Â
The Weasley were purebloods. You were a halfblood but Hermione was fully muggleborn and Molly didnât seem to have a problem with her. Maybe her issue was with wizards and muggles mating? Certainly a new take on blood statusâŠÂ
You could hear Fred and Molly arguing although significantly quieter than her first outburst. When he returned, his face was beet red and he had forgotten the glasses of water.Â
âSo, what was that?â Ron asked, breaking the tension.
Fred shook his head before forcing a smile. âNothing. Just a miscommunication.âÂ
You knew it wasnât nothing. For a prankster, Fred could be terrible at lying if something wasnât sitting right with him. You and George tried to get more out of him to no avail. He wouldnât discuss what he and their mum had argued about. You two knew it was about you, but Fred gave no details.
When Fred worried about bringing you to his home, he didnât know that he was worrying about the wrong person. You loved the Burrow and he felt that that much was plain as day to see. But it wasnât to Molly and Fred ended up telling George as much when he asked him again when they were alone in their room.Â
âShe wants me to break up with Y/N,â Fred whispered, his voice shaking from anger. âSaid sheâs too proud for the family. Too stuck up. That sheâs rude.â
âBut sheâs not!â
âI know sheâs not. I tried to tell her that. Explain what Y/N meant by âpeculiarâ and that itâs a good thing. Mum wasnât having it.â
And the next day, things got worse. Molly stopped trying to hide her distaste for you. She didnât mutter her comments anymore, rather saying them with full conviction. You tried to stay out of her way and genuinely tried to keep your expression pleasant, but the constant bombardment of hurtful words was getting too much. You hit your breaking point at dinner.
âCan you pass the salt?â you asked no one in particular. It didnât matter who passed it to you as long as someone did.Â
âIn this peculiar home, we use manners,â Molly snapped. âFred, I told you, you need a girl with manners. She certainly doesnât have any.â
Your expression twisted.Â
âWould you rather I just reach over the entire table? Sorry I forgot âplease,ââ you replied, sounding harsher than you would normally speak to any adult, let alone your boyfriendâs mother.Â
Molly scoffed. âYou are no good for my Fred. You are lucky I donât toss you out now. He can do so much better.âÂ
You stood up with so much force your chair scraped the floor, hitting the wall.Â
âIf thatâs how you feel about meâŠâ Your voice cracked. You could feel the heat rising to your face and your hands beginning to shake. Tears began to well behind your eyes, but you werenât going to let Molly see you cry. âNo need to toss me out. Iâll just leave now.âÂ
You turned and left the room before chaos broke out. You could hear Fred and George yelling. You could hear Arthur and Molly yelling. Ron, Hermione and Ginny joined in before you made it to the front door.Â
When Fred had invited you to spend time with his family over the summer, you didnât expect to be in their garden sobbing as you launched garden gnomes over the hedge. You could still hear the yelling inside the Burrow. You werenât exactly sure what you did wrong, what you did to make Molly dislike you so much so quickly. Your wand laid on the ground off the side with a soft glow from the Lumos you had cast so you could sort of see what you were doing.
âAre you⊠de-gnoming our garden?â George asked, trying to hide the amusement in his voice as you launched another gnome. The yelling had quieted now, but you could still hear that heated words were being exchanged.
âOne bit meâŠâ you mumbled before sniffling again.Â
One had bit you, but that wasnât why you were crying and you knew that George knew that. Being bit, however, made you feel slightly better about the tears streaming down your face.Â
âYou know heâs not going to break up with you.â
You nodded. âWhat did I do?â You launched another gnome.
âYou, erm, called the Burrow peculiar? I guess Mum didnât like thatâŠâ He chuckled awkwardly.
When you gave a loud sniffle instead of laughing with him, he pulled you into a hug. You dropped the gnome you had in your hand.
âSheâll come âround. Fredâs in there. Ronâs there. Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Percy even. They are all trying to explain to Mum that you didnât mean it like that. I mean, come on, you got golden boy Percy defending you.â
You gave him a weak smile as you pulled out of his hug. You picked up your wand and pointed it at the Burrow, although it didnât do much to illuminate the building.Â
âIt is peculiar though! Itâs amazing! Neâer seen anything like it before. Itâs so⊠distinctly Weasley in the best way possible!âÂ
George let out a loud laugh and soon enough you were giggling with him. He kept you company outside and kept you laughing until there were no more sniffles coming from you. Eventually, Fred came to collect you both. He led you upstairs to his and Georgeâs room, but George stayed in the living room with the rest of the family. You could hear Molly grumbling to herself in the kitchen as you passed the door, but everyone else seemed to be far more cheerful gathered by the fire.Â
You felt your heart jump to your throat when Fred closed the door behind him. You stood in the middle of room, trying to not feel awkward.
âIs this where you break up with me for accidentally insulting your mum?â you asked softly, looking at the ground. You knew George said he wouldnât but the idea lingered in your mind.
âWhat are you talking about?â Fred breathed as he quickly moved to you and wrapped his arms around you tighter than George had.Â
You couldnât help it. You started crying again.
âY/N, no. Not unlessâŠâ He pulled back to look you in the eyes. âUnless you want to?â There was so much hesitation and uncertainty in his voice. It broke your heart to hear him like that.
âNo, I donât want to. But your mum-â
âMy mum still doesnât know you meant it as a compliment.â
You rested your forehead on his shoulder. You took a deep breath to breathe in his scent.Â
âShe just needs to be âround you more, get to know you. Then sheâll love you like I do.â
Your eyes went wide against his shoulder. âLove you like I do.â Had Fred just indirectly said he loved you?Â
The way Fred stopped talking and stood more frigidly told you that he realized what he said after the words left his mouth. He was waiting for you to give him some kind of reaction. Was it too soon?Â
After a moment, you lifted your head and you kissed him. You felt him relax underneath you. Of all your kisses, this was one of the most mild ones yet it was charged with so much emotion.
âI love you too,â you whispered as you broke the kiss.
He smiled at you before kissing you again.Â
âYou know, I was actually so nervous to bring you here.â
âYeah? Why?â
âWell, because it is a bit peculiar,â he teased. âNo, really, I donât talk about it much but weâre not⊠rolling in galleons per se. We make do. We get by. Itâs just-â
âI donât care about that, Fred,â you said, cutting him off before gently kissing his cheek. âItâs your home and your family and itâs all amazing. Iâd rather be in a home filled with love and laughter than anything else.âÂ
âOnce Mum comes to her senses, you wonât know what to do with all the love she can give,â Fred warned.Â
âI canât wait for that.â

Because I'm a petty bitch who hold grudges, I really see Molly not coming around until like Bill & Fleur's wedding or beyond, and Reader knows this so she just doesn't really visit the Burrow as much and Ginny is v upset that Reader isn't staying at the Burrow for the wedding and Reader is just like 'I'm not going to impose where I know I'm not wanted.'
#marauder-misprint#hp fic#harry potter fic#fred weasley#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley x you#fred x you#fred x reader#request#lightning era
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thinking about my marylily & jegulus i kissed shara wheeler au again...
#also just about iksw in general#lowkey thinking about a lightning era version...#pansy as shara & hermione as chloe &... idk who else tbh#hp fandom#harry potter fandom#hp#marauders era#james potter#regulus black#jegulus#mary macdonald#lily evans#marylily#iksw au#i kissed shara wheeler
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