#justin finch-fletchley

[geekgirl9infj]

Harry Potter next Generation OC Fancast

[disorganizedkitten]

[overlord-of-fantasy]

Hufflepuff for the win!

I say this with a lot of respect for the other houses, but we need a Hufflepuff hero in Harry Potter fanfictions for once (I know rowling would never give this house the respect it deseves)! Give me the adventures of Susan Bones or Nymphadora Tonks's auror operations, let Justin Finch-Fletchley fight the death eaters or snatchers, who hunt him for being muggle born! Not only are Hufflepuffs loyal and hard working, as well as having a strong sense of justice (they are known to be fair), Badgers eat snakes.

I repeat:

BADGERS EAT SNAKES

How awsome is that? The Hufflepuffs are made to fight the Death eaters, who literally have a snake tattooed on them! We need more of them!

[tastaturean]

"¡Cinco años, Justin, cinco años! Pero de verdad que ha valido la pena la espera."

“Me ha costado un poco superar la congestión emocional, lo siento. Quería estar completamente seguro antes de dar el paso.”

“Mejor así,” asiente Ernie. “Prefiero que te hayas tomado tu tiempo. Nunca he querido presionarte, pero también temía no mostrar el suficiente interés y que me dieras por perdido.”

“¡Y con razón! He llegado a pensar que te gustaba Hannah. Y que lo que hicimos durante el verano de segundo era solo experimentación, porque estabas confuso.”

“Qué va. Desde el primer día en Hogwarts he tenido bien claro lo que quería.”

“¿El qué?”

Ernie me sonríe:

“A ti.” AO3 Ffnet Wattpad

[humanoidalt]

Please, please, please give me fic recs, I'm an obsessed woman, I've been thinking about them nonstop for the last 3 days, and my brain is collapsing in on itself 😭😭

hey tumblr you wanna ship two white posh boys with an enemies to lovers au look no further than draco malfoy and justin finch-fletchley

[sincerely-wyvern]

Justin and wand

Character: Justin Finch-Fletchley Prompt: (Object) Wand

Glancing at the parchment, Justin Finch-Fletchley was pleased to note that nearly everything was crossed off. Only one item remained – and it was the most important, according to Professor Flitwick. All Justin had left to purchase was his wand. He was certain a wand would make him feel like an official wizard. 

“Where to next?” Isabelle Fletchley, his mother, asked. 

“Ollivander’s,” Justin answered, “for my wand.” According to Professor Flitwick, Ollivander’s was the finest wand store in Diagon Alley. 

Isabelle made a noise of agreement as she looked at her watch. “We’ll have enough time to meet your father for dinner,” she stated.

Justin offered his mother a smile. His father had wanted to join them today, but he was detained by important business. “Hopefully we can return over the Winter Holidays,” he said.

His mother returned his smile. “That sounds wonderful,” she agreed.

The pair walked a few storefronts down, stopping outside of Ollivander’s. To be honest, the store didn’t look like much from the exterior. 

Without waiting for his mother to comment, Justin opened the door for her. Isabelle stepped in with Justin following a few paces behind.

“Welcome,” an older wizard greeted behind the counter. There were aisles of wands behind the man. His eyes fell on Justin. “First year, I presume?”

Justin nodded in response.

The wizard, most likely Ollivander, pulled his wand out. “Please step forward,” he requested. “Which is your dominant hand?”

Taking a few steps forward, Justin held up his right hand.

Ollivander switched his wand and a tape measure appeared. It quickly took various measurements of his hand, fingers, and wrist. 

When the tape measure was done, it disappeared and Ollivander was nodding before he disappeared off into the aisles. 

Justin and his mother waited in silence.

After five minutes, Ollivander returned with a few wand boxes. He quickly pulled the first one out and presented it to Justin.

Justin took the wand, eyeing the dark color. 

“Give it a wave,” the wandmaker ordered.

He did as the wandmaker ordered, and a shelf shut out.

“No, no,” Ollivander said, taking the wand back.

Over the next twenty minutes, Justin was handed five other wands. After waving each one, Ollivander took the wand back.

When Justin took the seventh wand, it produced golden sparks from the tip and he was filled with warmth.

“Eleven and a half inches with elm and dragon heartstring,” the wandmaker told him. “A sophisticated wand.”

Words: ~400

[the-colourful-witch]

Justin Finch-Fletchley

Apart from a few months missing classes in his second year, Justin has a great life at Hogwarts :) Much better than if he had gone to Eton College..

I liked drawing Justin a little scruffy, and very ADHD. He would definitely own a skateboard, and I imagine him tripping over his shoelaces a lot, tracking mud into the school (and with that the wrath of Filch) and scratching rude words into the desks. The character sketches are continuing! I am working on the minor characters in the Trio's year at Hogwarts. Justin is our final Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw is next :)

[amethystandemma]

Visitor in the Night

Rather than working on any of my other one-shots, I wrote this. So. Yeah. Enjoy Vic basically adopting her baby brother’s boyfriend.

WC: 900

Also I've been writing this while at work so if it is terrible, that's why.

Knock knock knock.

Victoria Macmillan let out a loud groan. She turned towards her nightstand and lifted her head, looking at the clock.

2:12.

She rolled back over and shut her eyes, trying to go back to sleep. Surely whoever was knocking meant to go to another flat. Not hers.

Knock knock knock.

Victoria let out another groan. No, whoever it was definitely meant to be at her flat.

With a heavy sigh, she rolled out of bed. She made her way to the closet, her feet moving sluggishly across the cold wooden floor, and put a blue housecoat over her green nightgown. At the last moment, she grabbed her wand from its spot on the nightstand and held it in her hand with a firm grip. 

No one was here to help her if things went astray.

Victoria rubbed the sleep off of her eyes with her fist, trying to make herself look somewhat presentable, before she unlocked and opened the front door. 

Standing in the hallway dripping wet with what she assumed was rainwater was a boy she had grown quite familiar with as of recently: Justin Finch-Fletchley. She didn’t really know him all that well when she attended Hogwarts. She just knew that he shared a dorm with her brother and he was petrified a few months before she was.

Of course, she got to know him better when he, her brother Ernie, and Noelani Scamander started dating each other.

“Justin? What are you doing here?” Victoria asked, her voice somewhat gravely from sleep.

Justin shifted the large bag over his shoulder in front of him. It was then she noticed the shaking in his hands.

“Mum and dad found out about Ern.”

Oh, sweet Merlin. 

Victoria took a deep breath through her nose. “And it didn’t go well, I take it?”

“Nope.” Justin gave a short, humorless laugh. “They kicked me out.”

She bit the inside of her cheek in order to hold back her tongue. There were so many things she wanted to say about his parents. Things that she would never say in a civilized conversation.

Victoria opened the door a little bit wider and moved to the side. She tilted her head, motioning for him to come in.

Justin stared at her for a few seconds, shifting from foot to foot.

“Justin,” Victoria started to say, her tone somewhat exasperated, “you’re drenched and there’s a draft. Just come inside before I haul you in myself.”

He gave her a somewhat weak smile before stepping across the threshold, a puddle left from where he stood. Victoria flicked her wand towards the water, evaporating it into a cloud of steam before she shut the door behind her. 

She waved her wand once again, lighting up the living room. Her flat was just like her: tidy and organized. Everything had its place.

“Washroom is down the hall to the left. Guest room is the door after.” Victoria placed a hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing it. “Go get clean. I’ll make you something to eat.”

“Thanks Vic.”

She waited until she heard the sound of rushing water from the shower before moving again, not towards the kitchen, but towards a desk in the corner of the room. Victoria grabbed a piece of parchment from the stack as well as a quill. She quickly wrote a few words on the paper, her handwriting a little messier than it normally was. Penmanship wasn’t her priority at the moment.

Attina, Victoria’s screech owl, ruffled her feathers as her mistress stepped closer to her roost. Victoria tied the rolled up piece of parchment to her leg before gently rubbing her head.

“Take this home to Ernie,” she said, her voice a whisper in case Justin would hear her. Then, she tied another letter to her other leg. “This one goes to Noelani at the Scamander’s.”

Victoria opened the window of her flat and the sounds of London’s nightlife flooded in along with the fresh air. Attina was out a second later, quickly fading from sight into the night.

She made her way over to the kitchen, her movements less sluggish but still rather slow. The clock on her oven said it was now 2:26. She pointed her wand at the sink as she made her way to the refrigerator, filtering through it as the dishes started to clean themselves. 

By the time Justin came back out thirty minutes later, she was pulling a shepherd's pie out of the oven. Victoria placed it on top of a towel on the counter as he sat down at one of the barstools. 

“Ernie and Noelani should be here later today,” said Victoria as she grabbed him a plate. “I figured it would give you some time to… collect yourself before they came here.”

Justin grabbed the spatula and served himself a bit of the dish, the only noise coming from the rubber scraping against the glass.

“Can you… stay with me?” Justin whispered. “Until they get here?”

She hated how broken his voice sounded. How… defeated he looked. The thought that any family member would react the way his parents did made her blood—

No. This wasn’t about her. Justin needed someone; and she was determined to do whatever he needed.

Victoria reached across the counter and gently grasped his hand. 

“Yes,” she said softly. “I’ll be here as long as you need.”

[blorger]

Potter jumps again. "What're you still doing here?" "I wanted to know if you'd like to get a drink later." You'd think Draco had tried to Crucio the man (again). His face goes pale, mouth slack-jawed, and his glasses slip down his nose with such a slow, steady motion that Draco thinks someone's spelled them to fall off. "What." Draco really hates March 14th. "A drink, Pot—Harry. With me. After work." "Harry?" Potter puts the pile of paper onto his desk and pushes back his chair carefully. His hand dips towards his hip and the wand he has holstered there. "Okay, what's going on, Malfoy? What's wrong?" "Nothing is wrong," he says, forcing a smile to his face that makes his teeth grind together. "I'm just asking if you'd like to get a drink after work. You are welcome to say no." He isn't. "No." Damnation. "Look, P—Harry—" "There it is again." "Shut your mouth. I have very little patience this morning, so if you don't want to get a drink with me today—" "I don't." "If you don't want to get a drink with me today"—he can hear his teeth cracking, his jaw is clenched so tight—"then perhaps we can do lunch instead?" Potter stands up, glancing around the bullpen with worry etched on his stupid face. "Something is wrong. I need to find Hermione, she always knows what to do." "Listen, you idiot," Draco says, jumping to his feet, "I'm going to take you on a date, and we're going to have a lovely time, and so help me, if you don't fall in love with me, I will hex you into next week. Now, let's get a drink." Which is how Draco ends up in custody for threatening an Auror and sexual harassment of Ministry employee. When he wakes up the next day in his own bed, rather than a prison cell, he's only a little relieved.

from Boats, but Not the Ocean by p1013

[etl-echo-audiobooks]

testosterone (sounds like a spell) by pauraque

🌈BONUS Day 8🌈

Friend and frequent theme week contributor @wilfriede brings us a beautiful story of trans positivity today, a rare Explicit work for her! And it's in her Adventures in Soundscaping collection, so you're ears are in for a real treat. Please enjoy this beautiful story of gender euphoria!

testosterone (sounds like a spell) by pauraque Pairing: Hannah Abbott/Justin Finch-Fletchley Rating: E Length: 47 minutes Summary:

Justin never returned to Hogwarts after the Death Eaters came. He's found that the Muggle world offers other kinds of transfiguration — a body alchemy far more powerful than any magic spell. Sometimes he wonders if anyone even remembers that once, years ago, he was a novice wizard. As it turns out, one person does, and it's the one person he'd most want to.

Listen now on AO3

[elisedonut]

saw someone say

"Do we know that they(Colin and Justin) didn’t get extra tutoring during POA to support them?"

in response to someone asking why they weren't held back and 👀👀👀 i don't know why i never really considered it but for alot of the same reasons you can argue Percy would end up tutoring Marcus you could claim the same for Colin and Justin

Or Justin could be with one of his house's prefects because blah blah houses but you know

Percy's head boy and it's not like 1st or 2nd year class material would be difficult for him and he's 100% the type to be like yes ofc i will take on more responsibility Professor

[disorganizedkitten]

This Is The Road To Ruin Chapter 2

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 I had a nightmare last night. It was another one about the stone room and the people in masks. I wish I knew what it meant. I wish I understood how my Sight works.

 I think the dream has to do with why I’m here, in the muggle world, instead of home, but I still don’t understand it. If I hadn’t met Tansy, I think I would have assumed that my memories of home were imaginary - they fit into fiction ever so well. But Tansy is real, and she has magic, which means my childhood was too.

 I just wish I understood it. I wish I remembered what caused the change. Hopefully I will one day.

Hopefully it wasn’t as bad as the nightmares make it seem.

‘

 Clemencia is off at a placement, officially, but she came to Aletris’ today Freaking Out. It’s… a lot.

 Tansy, Hawthorne, Hana, and Clem all have magic. I’ve mentioned this before, because we’ve had to grow around it. I remember growing up around magic, so I knew that we weren’t… as isolated as it seems, I guess, but I didn’t expect this to be our way in. Back.

Clemencia got accepted to a Magical Secondary School. It’s called Hogwarts - they won’t tell us where it is, but the teacher who came to deliver her letter took her on a tour of what sounds like a magical mall. She’s going to take us there tomorrow; she chose to accept the acceptance/invite.

 I’m going to talk to Mrs. Calmiris tonight. Apparently, school starts at eleven, and I remember her asking me about letters around my eleventh birthday. The next year I got Hawthorne. She’s always been very calm about our magic; if she’s like me, or like Clem, I want to know. I know she’s not like Tansy, though.

 Speaking of Tansy-

***

Justin hadn’t meant to go school shopping during the apparent pre-school rush. He’d been hoping to beat it, actually, but his summer had taken a sort of nosedive when he got his letter. Not intentionally! It had just been… derailed. They’d had everything scheduled already, from ordering his textbooks to his uniform fitting. All under the impression that Justin would be attending Eton, come fall.

 Which was not going to happen.

 Instead, a week before his birthday, they’d had a guest over who informed him he’d have to spend the next seven years at a Magic School unless he wanted to become a human bomb.

 Which, obviously, he didn’t.

 The professor has offered to escort them while shopping, but Justin had been having a slight breakdown at the time, so his mother had gotten directions and gently shooed the professor out. Which lead to now, three months later, exploring the Wizarding World by way of Diagon Alley, in London. 

 Justin was sure it was going to be super cool, as soon as he could stop hating it for tearing apart his life. If he’d had more warning the change might not have been so jarring.

 He had hoped that coming to Diagon Alley would show him something cool, something to make it seem less horrid, but they’d entered through a dingy tavern that gave his parents headaches, had to get help entering the alley and were given condescending looks when they asked, and the they were greeted with less of an alley and more of a mosh pit. A magical mosh pit. Lovely.

  Justin knew he was being unfair, but he didn’t particularly care. He had to go to a school where he’d have none of his friends, because of something he had no control over. He was allowed to be bitter.

 Professor McGonagall had also failed to inform them that they’d be using an entirely different currency; luckily Dad had noticed while they were in the tavern and before they were actually trying to buy something.

 That would be embarrassing. So very embarrassing.

 Of course, then they had to hope that the bank, once they found it, offered exchange services. Thankfully, the bank was huge, visible when they entered the Alley (through a brick wall that vanished when it was tapped, which was actually pretty cool, Justin had always wanted a secret room in his closet) and bright white, so it was easy to find. Getting to the bank was another matter, as the alley was crowded, with an air of anticipation, as though they were all waiting for something big to happen. It, alongside the constant thrum of noise, put Justin on edge.

 They tried, rather unsuccessfully, to make their way through the masses, until they noticed the crowd shying away from a pair of young adults - who were also heading towards the bank. Justin grabbed his mom’s hand and followed them.

 The man called out once they had a direct line of sight, and got an enthusiastic wave back from someone much closer to the bank. The couple seemed to be hunting for friends or children in one of the few places that wasn’t packed beyond belief.

 It wasn’t until they reached the open space that he realized there were two yards of white marble steps, on which the rest of the couple’s group seemed to be waiting. And they were the only ones - everyone else seemed to go up and down the steps as fast as they could, or stay off them altogether, as though unwilling to infringe upon bank territory.

 The Finch-Fletchleys watched as their unknowing guides met up with a group of younger teenagers and one he couldn’t tell if was an adult or a child. The shortest one’s features changed as he watched, and Justin felt a giddy bit of awe bubble in his chest before his parents herded him the rest of the way into the bank.

  Shapeshifting!

 The only superpower Justin had wished more for as a child was invisibility. If he could learn to do that, this whole charade would be worth it.

 The creatures that ran the bank were a little scary, less so inside than the guards outside were, but his dad treated them just like he would the bankers at home, and the conversion was quick and painless, minus the part where they had to calculate everything in seventeens and twenty-nines, instead of tens and hundreds.

 Still, it was easy to move on, until they realized they had no clue where to go for anything. Maybe they should’ve tried to reschedule with Professor McGonagall, or at least asked for a map.

 So this wasn’t their best planned trip. It was fine. His mother had immigrated (illegally, not that it was common knowledge) and had to learn Britain and London from the ground up; thus they could too. At least it didn’t look like he’d have to learn a whole new language.

 “Perhaps the bookshop?” Justin’s dad offered hesitantly. Flourish and Blotts sounded like a stationery store, but the display was full of books, so that’s where they went.

 Thankfully, the bookshop seemed to be more organized and less busy. It also smelled like books, which was a welcome change from the sunlight-and-burnt-sparkplugs of the rest of the alley.

 They split up, giving Dad the list to find the required books while Mum and Justin went on the hunt for anything that looked acclimation-y. Cookbooks, history, Mum even grabbed two fiction novels, and they continued on in that manner for a little while. Justin grabbed all three of the etiquette books he found and promptly plopped down to skim them.

 He didn’t want to accidentally insult someone’s family line, or ask them to marry him, or call them names. He refused to be engaged before he was sixteen, at the earliest.

 “Muggleborn?”

 Justin jumped, looking up. There was a translucent person looking over his shoulder. “Um. Yes?”

 “Well, I’m glad to see you willing to learn. Have you tried Modesty and Magic, by Harold Sheppner yet?”

 Justin shook his head mutely. The… ghost? Astral projection? nodded. “You should, if you get a chance. It was my grandson’s final project for his History of Magic mastery, and while a lot of that’s gone out of style, knowing it can earn you points with some of them prissy purebloods.”

 “Yes, sir,” Justin said slowly, pretending he knew what half those words meant. He took note of the title, though, because it did sound useful. “Would I find that here?”

 “Yeah, sonny,” the man grinned. “It’s got a gold spine, in the S section. Want me to show you?”

 “Yes please.” Justin stood up, closing his current book around a finger. “What’s your name?”

 “Geronimo Harvester,” he said with sly grin. “Halfblood, if you were wondering.”

 Justin was not, but he’d take note of it anyway.

 Harvester turned out to be a great guide; Justin’s earlier guess was right, he was a ghost, and he’d been haunting Flourish and Blotts for around seventy years. He helped customers find their books when they weren’t being rowdy, but he was a bit of an open secret in the shop.

 “Necromancy is one of those magics people ain’t that fond of,” Harvester explained, pulling out a book on The Legality Of Tabooed Magics Throughout The 19th and 20th Centuries. “Not that I’m too much necromanced, but we ghosts ain’t supposed to be able to touch stuff. Can’t say I remember the whole reason, but people who die steeped in Dark Magicks tend to have a stronger presence if we stick around. ‘s why they don’t use the Death Penalty in the Magical World.”

 That was… slightly horrifying but good to know.

***

 Leonie had read through nearly an entire cookbook when she realized she’d lost Justin. He hadn’t wandered too far, and since the crowds outside had stayed outside, he was easy to find. Once she found him and they finalized their haul, they set out to find Caleb

 He was at the checkout desk, conveniently finishing at the same time. She leaned forward to kiss her husband and hand him their plethora of extra books.

 He hummed into it. “All done?”

 “Yeah,” she confirmed. “I do love these baskets.” They had to be enchanted somehow, with how many books she and Justin found, but once the books were inside it didn’t seem like they weighed much more than a single textbook, which, while a lot, wasn’t nearly as much as twenty should weigh. Her shoulders heartily appreciated the lack of strain.

 Caleb hummed in agreement, brushing noses, before turning to Justin. “Find anything cool?”

 “I found a book on something called blood magic, and the first three chapters look like an overview of various legal, illegal, and once-legal magics and why they’re considered such. It’s partnered with a book detailing the topic for the past two hundred years. It sounds interesting!”

 He sounded happy. Leonie smiled proudly at him, some of the guilt from this summer dissipating. She hadn’t helped him accept his fate as a wizard, griping about how many things had to change, and how she’d have to lie to her cousins, and every other thing she could, until their older son came and asked what they’d done to convince Justin he was cursed and should’ve drowned that time at Lake Windermere.

 It was a horrifying conversation.

 She’d been very careful to be as positive as she could be since, even though many of the obvious enchantments sent her head spinning and the people were rude and it had become very obvious humans were not the only human-adjacent species out there.

 That last one was not as much of a surprise, but she would admit she’d mostly blocked out those memories as a child’s overactive imagination and underdeveloped brain.

 After the bookshop they went to clothes, which was… a thing. Leonie’s fashion sense consisted of ‘is the texture okay’ and ‘does my daughter laugh at me’, so she was definitely no use there, but it looked halfway similar to their own with flowing regenmantels (robes, probably, but why fix what isn’t broke) thrown over the top, or occasionally worn alone, as she would a dress.

 They also seemed to do a lot with embroidery and ‘runic enchantments’ on the clothes themselves, something that she found thrilling. It made them shiny!

 Justin laughed at her, but it was fond and he was finally smiling, so she had no regrets.

 Of course, then they managed to get dragged down a branch off, first by stepping in as it was another of those places that most of the crowd avoided, and then further when Justin saw a shop called The Cloak and Decoy and practically dashed to it, expecting… well she wasn’t sure, but he must have thought that it sounded very cool.

 Leonie felt her heart slow and then speed up again as they ventured deeper into the branch off. It felt distinctly similar to when they had to visit gang controlled areas. Still, they weren’t attacked on their way in, just eyed like prey.

 They probably seemed like it, so obviously unsure. Except Justin, because he was eleven and finally enjoying magic and didn’t have the experience Caleb and Leonie had to smell danger.

 That was why Leonie didn’t pull him back, as much as she wanted to. 

***

 Justin pushed open the door to the cloak shop and nearly stepped right back out. Unlike the one they found earlier, where they purchased only what was on the list because they weren’t sure what else would be useful, this shop’s lighting was pale white, giving off a heady, psychedelic feeling of being in-between worlds.

 More odd and unsettling, though, was the sudden chill, the smell of frozen metal sharper than that of fresh snowfall.

  Despite that, Justin persevered.

 His parents followed him in, and he split off to look around. Despite the lighting being dim enough to give him a headache, it illuminated the cloaks rather well. And boy was he glad they hadn’t gotten anything extra earlier. These cloaks were beautiful.

 Some of them were made out of materials he couldn’t recognize, thick furs and silvery leather and some fabrics that looked like they were cut out of a star. Dual layers, single layers, reversible, one even could adjust the length, operating as a cloak, a caplet, or a scarf.

 This was so cool! How many times had Justin wished he didn’t have to lug around a coat during winter events?

 “Mom, come look at this!”

 She did. They were discussing it (and the concerning note that said it could be enchanted with a command word if someone needed to be ‘eliminated’) when the door opened again, a familiar gaggle making their way inside.

 “Oh, it’s you!”

“As close to in the flesh as I can be,” one of the young women said brightly. Somehow, her presence seemed to make the room’s temperature fluctuate uncomfortably.

 Justin wondered if the theory behind keeping Cloak and Decoy so cold was that people would want to buy cloaks, even in the summer heat. If so, it was clever.

 "Yes well," the man behind the counter said, turning to duck into the back room. "I know your cloaks haven't worn out already, why the menagerie?"

 "But Gordan, we're not animals," said one of the teenagers, the one with blue tips, moving forward to drape herself dramatically over the counter. "We're flowers."

 "Of course," he called back indulgently. He was humoring them. "Why bring the greenhouse, then?"

 The older half of the group laughed.

 "Do you remember last year?” The blond young man asked, darkly amused.

 The proprietor reemerged, a mannequin and cloak floating behind him. “I suppose we don’t want a repeat, no.” With a flick of his wrist, and likely the wand held loosely in his hand, the mannequin landed in the middle of an aisle and the cloak settled prettily on top of it.

 “Alright, Florine, have at it, I think I’ve figured out the enchantments,” said Gordan.

 Florine, (Justin assumed the name went to the one with the most rapport - ad who responded) hummed doubtfully, looking at the seemingly expensive fabric. “You do know it’s going to be destroyed if you’re wrong, right?”

  Gordan shrugged. “And if I’m right, it proves I’m using the right materials.”

 “Almost,” hummed the other woman, with dark skin, darker eyes, and a ponytail. “It’ll only last one use.”

 Florine’s head snapped around so fast Justin thought he’d seen her neck vanish. “Oh really?” The slow, creeping smile that accompanied the words was the most unsettling thing they’d seen yet. Frankly, Justin didn’t hate it.

 Magic came with monsters. The question was what kind of monsters they were.

 Florine stepped forward, leaning as though she was going to do a flip, and then there was no woman, only an oppressive cloud of smoke. It started from her feet and pulled the rest of her body into nothingness, and whipped out at the cloak so fast mum shrieked beside him. Thankfully, it seemed to be largely drowned out in the cheers of the other kids.

 A moment later, the smoke meandered back their way and turned back into a girl.

 The mannequin had been reduced to dust, but there were fabric scraps left.

 "Holy crap, it survived," muttered one of the younger girls.

 "That's impressive," said the boy, moving to inspect it.

 Justin stepped closer to the ruins, accidentally falling in line with the shapeshifter.

 "Won't stand up against a second go," said Florine from behind them. "But, congratulations, Gordan."

 There was a sigh. "You still obliterated the mannequin. That doesn't say good things about the wearer’s chances of survival."

 "You can figure out the design once you have a working ward,” said the smoke girl, unconcerned.

 “That was awesome,” Justin said, crouching to look closer at the rubble. It felt like leaning into a commercial freezer, so cold it burned. He didn’t touch. “Do they teach that at Hogwarts?”

 “No,” said the boy beside him. “Florine’s self taught.”

 “You can do that?” If he could be self taught, maybe he could still go to secondary school with his friends.

 “It’s not advised,” said Blue Tips, dipping her fingers into the remains of the mannequin. She slid them lightly through the dust before yanking them back with a muttered swear. She pulled them up and made a face. “Ouch. If you’re eligible, everyone wants you at an actual school.” She wiped her fingers off on her pants and then stuck them in her mouth.

 “Oh.” Justin’s heart sank. “Why?”

 “Something about proper growth of a magical core. Florine’s exempt because hers is pretty damaged.”

 “Oh.” Justin paused. He wondered what that meant, what a magical core even was, and if it was rude to call what must be a chronic illness or disability cool. “I’m sorry.”

 “Thank you,” said the shapeshifter, standing from his crouch but still leaning down. “Anyway. I’m Harry, nice to meet you.”

 “Justin,” he returned, taking the chimera handshake-hand-up. “You too.”

 “Justin, we’re ready to go, honey!”

 He glanced at his mum, who had apparently decided to buy the size-changing cloak. Awesome. “Coming!” He turned to Harry. “See you around?”

 “First year starts on September first,” Harry returned with a grin and a peace sign.

 Justin’s smile widened. Maybe Hogwarts wouldn’t be so bad.

***

 Caleb listened with a soft sense of foreboding as the man behind the counter of the Cloak and Decoy explained how the murder aspect of the cloak they’d just bought their son worked. He chose the code phrase option, and had it ‘keyed’ so it only activated if Justin himself said it. The last thing he wanted or needed was for Justin to accidentally strangle himself with magical tech they didn’t think through.

 Caleb had considered asking Mr. Gordan to leave it off. But they didn’t know what awaited their son in his new world, they’d just seen a girl turn into some sort of shadow monster, and Caleb did not doubt in the slightest that Wizards’ very wands were more dangerous than a loaded gun in the hands of someone with a grudge. He didn’t think a switchblade would work in this instance, thus Justin got the assassin cloak.

 He’d tell Justin about it when they got home. And inform him to never say “Loki would stab Merlin with excalibur for the fun of it.”

 He asked about the legality and how traceable it would be if the cloak did kill someone, and finally saw a glimmer of acceptance in those muddy eyes. They’d definitely walked into the magical version of the black market. Or mafia. Lovely.

 When they’d finally ushered themselves out, Justin carrying the folded cloak while Caleb took the books and Leonie held the clothing bags, it was nearly noon.

 “What next?” Caleb asked.

 “Drop these in the car?” Justin offered. It was a good idea, they wouldn’t be able to carry much more and anyway, lugging around this much shopping was already tiring. Caleb wondered how the wizarding folk stood it - did they levitate everything? He’d certainly seen plenty of floating objects in the main alley.

 Leonie stopped at the edge, looking at the crowd that seemed to refuse to so much as brush the side alley they were in. She was still carrying their clothes purchases, in a little themed bag that didn’t seem nearly big enough. Caleb hoped it wasn’t this busy everyday - how many wixen could there be in Britain anyway?

 “Aw,” said a voice that sent chills down Caleb’s back. He’d thought they’d done well enough at acting as though they belonged to keep anyone unsavory away. He shifted closer to Justin. “If you don’t want to brave the crowd of big bad wizards you could come join us for a game.”

 “I’m afraid we don’t have time, as much as we appreciate the invitation,” murmured his wonderful wife, turning as well.

 The old woman with galaxies behind her eye pouted. “I’m sure you could make time.” her other eye was scabbed shut, gray skin stretching over the socket in a hollow way.

 “Echo, don’t be an ungracious host.”

 Caleb didn’t jump at the extra voice, but it was a close thing. The smoke woman from the Cloak and Decoy walked up, unhurried, but the old woman backed away slightly. “What’s ungracious about inviting them to experience the magical world?”

 Smoke didn’t say anything, just tilted her head slightly. Apparently, that was enough of a threat. ‘Echo’ backed away with a side comment about how they’re welcome at any time, should they change their minds.

 “Sorry about that,” the shadow witch said, turning a much kinder smile on them. “Are you okay?”

 Justin nodded, slipping between him and Leonie. “Yeah, thanks. I’m Justin Finch-Fletchley.”

 “Florine Dupont,” she said, shaking the offered hand.

 Justin pulled his back a little fast, just enough for Caleb to worry. Still, he and Leonie introduced themselves as well. Caleb quickly learned why Justin’s handshake was too fast - her skin felt like frozen chicken on bare skin. The intrusive thought that flesh was technically raw meat was entirely unwelcome. Still, he smiled at her. “Caleb Finch-Fletchley, it’s nice to meet you.”

[overlord-of-fantasy]

Crackship wheel part 19

Today's crackship is:

Parvati Patil x Justin Finch-Fletchley

[tastaturean]

He empezado a publicar ¡Hufflepuff resiste! en Wattpad, edición-algo-retocada 2024. De momento, la edición más actualizada será la de AO3 y Wattpad.

Leer en Wattpad Leer en AO3 Fanfiction.net quedará como fósil de la edición anterior de 2020. Es que no me da la vida para editarlo a la vez en tantos sitios, sobre todo en uno tan complicado de actualizar. En la sección de Wattpad Prefacio y notas podéis encontrar un resumen de la historia del Universo Hufflepuff. La copio a continuación para los que no tenéis acceso a Wattpad, porque sirve también para AO3:

1. Sobre ¡Hufflepuff resiste! 2. Historia del Universo Hufflepuff 3. Nota sobre la edad de los personajes 4. Nota sobre el estilo entrecomillado 5. Créditos 6. El Universo Hufflepuff es lgtbi+ positivo

SOBRE HUFFLEPUFF RESISTE:

Esta historia es  la continuación de ¡Hufflepuff Existe!, fanfiction de Harry Potter donde se narra toda la saga hasta el sexto libro desde el punto de vista de Justin Finch-Fletchley, hijo de muggles del curso de Harry, alias el bardo de Hufflepuff, la mascota del equipo de quidditch, y gran fan de los Dire Straits, el Equipo-A y los Monty Python. 

En ella se narran los acontecimientos del séptimo libro, Las reliquias de la muerte, durante el fatídico séptimo curso en Hogwarts, donde ya no tiene cabida Justin, al tiempo que se rememoran hechos pasados desde tres nuevas perspectivas:

1. Ernie, que resume rápidamente desde su punto de vista todo lo ocurrido en ¡Hufflepuff Existe! hasta el asesinato de Dumbledore en sexto curso, y aporta información de escenas que no se vieron, hasta sumergirnos en lo que está ocurriendo en Hogwarts en tiempos de la rebelión contra Snape y los Carrow, justo cuando está a punto de regresar Harry para la batalla final. 2. Hannah, quien aporta su perspectiva sobre las relaciones entre sus compañeros y las suyas propias, tanto con Zacharías Smith como con el nuevo héroe inesperado de Hogwarts, quien poco a poco se va haciendo un hueco en su corazón mientras mantiene viva la esperanza de los rebeldes. 3. Seamus, desde cuyo punto de vista se narra la Batalla de Hogwarts hasta la victoria final. Es recomendable leer la historia corta Pecas  (disponible en Wattpad, AO3 y Ffnet) justo antes de este capítulo, para entender en qué punto quedó la relación con Dean Thomas antes de su exilio forzado.

El capítulo 4. Justin está ambientado muchos años después, en 2014, y retoma el punto de vista del narrador original para cerrar el círculo y poner el broche final al Universo Hufflepuff.

HISTORIA DEL UNIVERSO HUFFLEPUFF:

- ¡Hufflepuff Existe! se publicó originalmente en Fanfiction.net entre 2003 y 2006. - Entre 2006 y 2011 me dediqué a trabajar en mis historias originales y no escribí absolutamente nada sobre Harry Potter, más allá de una entrada apasionada en inglés en mi otro Livejournal tras la publicación del 7º libro en 2007.   - En 2011 salió la segunda y última película sobre Las reliquias de la muerte. Nada más regresar a casa del cine, abrí un documento Word que titulé Pecas, inspirada por la última escena de Seamus y Dean con Aberforth. Estaba emocionadísima. Pero al final no escribí nada.

- Lo que sí llegué a escribir en 2011 fue la perspectiva de Draco Malfoy sobre el hecho de que Harry Potter se quedara con su varita. Ese estudio de personaje se puede leer en ¡Esa es mi varita, Potter!, disponible en Wattpad, AO3 y Ffnet.

- Después, seguí trabajando en mis proyectos originales y me alejé otra vez de Harry Potter. Cabe decir aquí que mis proyectos originales son novelas de fantasía y ciencia ficción protagonizadas por chicas, pero me los tomo con mucha calma, algo que algún día deberé cambiar, pero siento que todavía no es el momento.

- En 2015 estaba intentando quedarme embarazada sin éxito. De la frustración, con ganas de parir ALGO, decidí retomar la historia de ¡Hufflepuff Existe! allí donde me faltaba, en el séptimo y último libro, donde Justin ya no podía exponer su punto de vista, pero sí sus compañeros. Para ello, primero edité ligeramente todo lo escrito hasta la fecha y lo publiqué por primera vez en AO3.

- ¡Hufflepuff resiste! se estrenó el 26 de noviembre de 2015, en el 12ª aniversario del Universo Hufflepuff, con la primera edición del primer capítulo: ERNIE. Para entonces ya estaba embarazada.

- El segundo capítulo, HANNAH, lo publiqué el 26 de noviembre de 2016, conmemorando el 13º aniversario. Por aquel entonces ya era una madre feliz que, sin embargo, sufría una tremenda falta de sueño con un bebé lactante. Me costó horrores concentrarme en escribir y no me gustó mucho el resultado inicial, pero sabía que algún día volvería a dormir como una persona normal y podría editarlo mejor (como así fue).

-  El 4 de noviembre de 2018 publiqué por fin Pecas, mi anhelado Deamus. Fue un proyecto al que dediqué muchísimo amor e ilusión, y todavía recuerdo esas escapadas entre semana para poder editarlo tranquila fuera de casa mientras tomaba café de olla en un restaurante mexicano decorado para el Día de Muertos.

-  Resultaba esencial terminar Pecas y definir bien la relación entre Dean y Seamus antes de pasar al siguiente capítulo de ¡Hufflepuff resiste!, el 3. SEAMUS, donde se narra el reencuentro entre ambos tras el exilio de Dean y la Batalla de Hogwarts desde el punto de vista del pirómano de Gryffindor, para lo cual añadí escenas que sólo se ven en las películas, porque ME ENCANTAN. Con dos días de retraso, logré publicarlo para el 15º aniversario del fic, el 28 de noviembre de 2018. 

- El 4º y último capítulo se hizo de rogar. Quizá porque era el único no ambientado en junio de 1998, sino que daba un salto temporal al período que rodeaba el Mundial de Quidditch de 2014, narrado por Ginny Weasley y Rita Skeeter en Pottermore. Tenía una vaga idea sobre cómo hacerlo, al principio, e iba a ser mucho más sencillo de lo que resultó después. Finalmente lo abordé durante el confinamiento en marzo de 2020, en pleno encierro por la pandemia de Covid-19. Lo escribí rápidamente en un cuaderno, el esquema principal, la trama, los personajes, etc. 

Pero entonces sucedió una cosa: Al releer lo ya escrito para poder culminar la saga lo mejor posible, me di cuenta de que había demasiados puntos insatisfactorios  en ¡Hufflepuff existe! (el capítulo 17 pero, sobre todo, el capítulo 18 que con tanta desgana había escrito en 2006, antes de saber cómo terminaba la saga en el libro 7, que tardaría un año más en publicarse), y me puse a editar todo lo escrito hasta la fecha.

Al hacerlo, mi mente hiperactiva, encerrada en casa con un niño de 3 años, se puso a maquinar nuevas subtramas: la del equipo de quidditch de Hufflepuff; le buscó nombre a los secundarios; y, finalmente, se desvió por un par de spin-offs (El verano de Summerby, publicado en agosto de 2020,  y En la cama de Cadwallader, publicado en noviembre de 2020, celebrando el 17ª aniversario del fic) paralelos a los sucesos de dichos capítulos. Ambas historias se publicarán próximamente en Wattpad, en cuanto les pueda dar un buen repaso, que lo necesitan.

Para colmo, los spin-offs del romance entre los miembros del equipo de quidditch abrieron la puerta a otro spin-off que originalmente iba a ser una historia corta para darle novio y final feliz a uno de ellos, y que, finalmente, se ha convertido en otro universo entero: el Universo Slytherpuff, en el que llevo trabajando 4 años sin descanso, pero del que todavía no he publicado nada porque quiero redondearlo todo bien antes de compartirlo. Sin embargo, mucho de lo que sucederá allí se puede intuir en el final del Universo Hufflepuff, porque están estrechamente entrelazados.

- Ansiosa por ponerme a trabajar ya en el siguiente proyecto, tras reeditar los tres primeros capítulos hasta quedarme un poco más satisfecha (que no del todo), el 6 de enero de 2021, como regalo de Reyes, publiqué por fin el capítulo final 4. JUSTIN, retomando la perspectiva del principal protagonista de este universo en las semanas previas al Mundial de Quidditch de 2014, en un evento musical muy especial en El caldero chorreante, a cargo del bardo supremo de Hufflepuff y sus ayudantes.  

- En 2024 he editado ligeramente los capítulos en AO3 y Wattpad. De momento, la versión de Ffnet se queda como la edición fosilizada en 2020.

NOTA SOBRE LA EDAD DE LOS PERSONAJES:

Me cuesta mucho calibrar el nivel de madurez en el mundo mágico, porque no hay universidad y cuando salen de Hogwarts se ponen a trabajar y forman familias enseguida, de modo que tengo la impresión de que no se puede equiparar con la madurez en el mundo muggle, son como de otra época en muchísimos aspectos. Por ello, mi interpretación personal sobre la edad, y en la que baso la madurez de los personajes en mis fics se orienta de este modo:

Años 1 y 2: Educación secundaria, Jr High (eligen optativas para 3º) Años 3, 4 y 5: Bachillerato, Preparatoria, High School (TIMOS deciden estudios posteriores) Años 6 y 7: Universidad, facultad, College (EXTASIS deciden su futuro + oposiciones al Ministerio para los que quieren trabajar allí)

NOTA SOBRE EL ESTILO ENTRECOMILLADO: Los diálogos están entrecomillados al estilo anglosajón: Fue un experimento literario del momento; generalmente escribo con los guiones propios del idioma español, pero finalmente adopté las comillas porque así diferencio cuando escribo fic de cuando escribo una historia original.

CRÉDITOS: Las ilustraciones que aparecen en las portadas son obra de Artdungeon y se reproducen aquí con permiso explícito de la artista. Harry Potter y todos sus personajes son propiedad de J.K. Rowling. El Universo Hufflepuff es una declaración de amor a ese mundo mágico y sus habitantes de una fan para otros fans, sin ánimo de lucro.

Este universo muestra una imagen positiva de las personas lgtbi+ en el mundo mágico, pese a los prejuicios de la época (1998), y hay mariconeo entre los chicos. Si los temas homosexuales te ofenden, por favor, no sigas leyendo. Si por el contrario esperas sexo en abundancia, te decepcionará. Aquí las cosas se hacen con calma. Avisado queda. Y el que avisa no es Slytherin (para los Slytherin irá dedicado mi siguiente universo, les he tomado mucho cariño).

Espero que sirva para extender el cariño a todos estos personajes secundarios tan maravillosos, al margen de las recientes opiniones personales de la autora original de la saga.

¡Espero que lo disfrutes! Me encanta leer las opiniones de los lectores, no dudes en dejarme notas y comentarios donde te apeteza. En mi perfil puedes encontrar mis redes sociales.

[pompom-prince]

Seriously cant get over this. Watch Puffs its SO GOOD

[galaxygurlll]

George Weasley x Y/n Diggory - Part 1 - Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

Hufflepuff. Whole families in Hufflepuff. That’s how it goes for the Diggory’s family and that’s how it continues with Cedric and his little sister Y/n. Y/n is just a normal young witch, waiting to get into Hogwarts and be a Hufflepuff alongside her popular older brother, Cedric, whose always taken her under his wing. Over the years, things have changed, for the good, and for the bad. Y/n has to show that she knows stuff that isn’t normal for her to know. But as well as that, she meets a boy along the way who she finds curious. George Weasley. Her brother is concerned about this though. Other than that, her friend group consists of; all Hufflepuff’s and, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. What will she do?? Will she find her voice and speak up and stand up for herself?

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-Y/n pov-

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“Y/n!” A faint voice calls, “Y/N!” It calls again and I can tell it’s my dad but I’m to tired to get out of bed.

Suddenly, my door swings open and I turn to face my smiling older brother, Cedric. Cedric Diggory. My perfect older brother. Who’s a third year at Hogwarts.

”Yes?” I ask in a groggy voice, my brother's smile falls and he looks at me and says, “Well, if you don’t want to go to Hogwarts, I can always send the letter back-“ I cut him off by jumping out of bed, “IT’S HERE!?” I yell at him and he nods with excitement. “Get changed and come downstairs for breakfast, then dad, you and I will read it together.”

So, I shoo Cedric out, grab some clothes, put them on plus socks and run downstairs. I quickly run back upstairs though as I forgot to brush my hair. Then, running back downstairs, I enter the kitchen to see the look of a very proud and happy father and a VERY excited older brother. As I take my seat, I look to see the letter in the centre of the table but as I reach sitting down, it’s glides over to me and into my hands.

I stare at it in amazement for a few moments, taking in the yellow envelope and green ink that says:

Miss Y/n. Diggory

The second bedroom down the hall

Your road name

Something something (Don’t know)

Something something (Don’t know)

Then, I look up to my brother and father and they both nod to me and I rip it open. Pulling it out, it has the same yellow parchment with green ink and it reads:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF

WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Shf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed of Wizards)

Dear Miss Diggory,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find en-closed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Looking at it, I’m in complete shock and excitement. “Send the owl now, Cedric!” Father tells my brother and I feel him move away and go to our owl, Pete. It was a very big moment for me. I was going to Hogwarts!! Maybe, hopefully, I’d see my friends, the Weasley's when shopping for my supplies. Oh! Speaking of which, another piece of paper flops out and the letter falls to the table.

As it opens, my dad sets down my plate of sausages and mash potatoes. Grabbing a fork and starting to eat my mash potatoes, I pick up the other piece of parchment and read through it:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF

WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Uniform

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes

(black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for

day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves

(dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, silver fas-

tenings)

Please note that all pupils’ clothes should

carry name tags

Set Books

All students should have a copy of each of

the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade

1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bag-

shot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner’s Guide to Transfigur-

ation by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and

Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arse-

Niue Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find

Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Pro-

tectonic by Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a

cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-

YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN

BROOMSTICKS

Dad was over the moon with excitement. My mother is sadly in Italy right now, but she will for sure find out about this! As I’m finishing my mash and starting on my sausages, Cedric comes in with parchment with, obviously, my acceptance letter with Pete following behind. Pete is a brown owl with light brown marks on his wings and dark golden eyes. His beak is a dark shake of black and his claws are sharp, but not too sharp.

Cedric grabs the list of items and reads over it as I finish my breakfast. He occasionally hums then exclaims, “Why do they still need to remind parents, like, they should get the message by now.” Cedric loves Quidditch, but doesn’t have the time to join the Hufflepuff team yet, though, they are waiting for him to join. Sighing, he places down the parchment with my supplies and turns to Pete and places my acceptance letter in Pete’s beak and sends him off.

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-Time skip, 5 days later-

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Sooo, great newsss! I’m going to buy my supplies!!! Eeeeek! I’m also meeting up with Fred and George when I do buy my things, I might also see Ron, but who knows! Dad’s sent me off with Cedric cause he has to run some quick jobs then meet us at the Leaky Cauldron. Me and Cedric also were given some money, 78 bronze knuts, 65 silver sickles and 34 golden gallons each. Mine are to spend on supplies whilst Ced’s are used for his new supplies for his 3rd year.

Walking around Diagon Ally, it’s run with many old and young witches and wizards, some even older than 100. “Goodbye sis, I’m off. Be good and remember, no trouble,” my brother tells me in a stern voice and I just nod my head. I knew what he meant though. He was talking about Fred and George Weasley, or, the Weasley twins who just so happen to be my best friends for years and are also in the same year as Cedric, so, he seems them quite often.

I pass by multiple shops with many youngsters looking through windows and complaining when they can’t get something. My eyes travel to the site of reddish-orangish hair running through the streets with big, grinning faces and I know exactly who they are. Turning to face the two running boys, a smile breaks out onto my face and I can tell that they can see me now as they run just that little bit faster. Crushing me in a hug from both, I let out a small squeal and giggle a bit.

Once they let go, I can hear Mrs Weasley calling out to them, basically yelling, as she approaches the three of us, “Really? DO you two ever listen to what I tell you! Don’t. Run. Off.” Yup, she’s annoyed. Fred and George both stand behind me now, Fred to my left, George to my right, and I see Mrs Weasley facial expression change in an instant. “Y/n dear! I’ve missed you so much, how are you? How’s you Mother and Father doing? How’s your dear brother doing?” She asks as she steps forward and kisses me on he cheek.

”I’m doing alright, Mrs Weasley, my mum’s still in Italy and my dad’s doing fine. My brother, well, he’s the same. Perfect and happy,” I tell her and she send me a smile then looks back at the two behind me and she drops her look to a stern look, and, placing her hand on her hips, she speaks to them again, “Now. You two better look after y/n here. I promised her father and her brother that she would be well looked after, no mischief.” I nod and feel the two place one hand each on one of my shoulder each. “We solemnly swear,” They says in unison. Mrs strides off, probably back to the rest of her family.

”We’re going to cause mischief, aren’t we?” I ask them, still looking off at Mrs Weasley, just as she disappears and I turn around to face the two, “Duh!” They, again, say together and we head off to get my robes.

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-Time skip to getting wand-

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So. Don’t ask why. But I may have gotten smoke all over myself. Imma tell you why anyways. So, the twins and i were mucking around, normal for us, and I bumped into, none other than, Draco Malfoy and he just so happen had some explosive jelly beans on him and they blew up, so that’s fun. I ran all the way to Ollivanders, with the twins on tail and to scared to turn around.

“Hello?” I ask as I enter, the twins waiting outside. “Hello Miss Y/n Diggory, I’ve been waiting for the day you came,” I voice says and a second later, an old looking guy emerges from some shelves and stands behind a desk. Walking up to him, I question, “You have? How do you know me?” I ask, “Ah yes, well, Miss Y/n, I remember every single wand that I’ve ever sold. That includes your mothers, your fathers and most recently, your older brothers.” He tells me and look me in the eyes, “Now it’s time for your turn, my dear.”

Trying and trying. None have worked yet, but then. “Yes! That’s the one!” Ollivander cheers and takes the wand from me whilst explains it, “Unicorn hair with cherry wood. Fascinating indeed. Rare but amazing. Oh! And, 10 1/2 inches long.” Putting it in a box and wrapping it with a bow, he hands it to me, “I expect great things from you, Miss Diggory. But also,” He leans in, “Watch out for Harry Potter,” He tells me and my eyes widen, remembering that Harry Potter would be joining Hogwarts this year as well. OMG!

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-Time skip to meeting up with the Weasley’s and the Diggory’s-

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“So, what type of wand sis?” Cedric asks me as we walk into the Leaky Cauldron, interested in what I got and already asking me a heap of questions, “Unicorn hair,” Fred says for me, “And with cherry wood!” George exclaims, “Plus, 10 1/2 inches,” He adds. Cedric look shocked, “Cherry wood?” He mumbles, “But that’s rare,” He mumbles again just as we enter the Leaky Cauldron.

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-Time skip to the day of going to Hogwarts-

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Today is the day. I haven’t been able to think straight.

My brother headed off early so he could catch his friends and go through platform 9 3/4. I hear a car rumble up as I’m standing outside in the cool air, then I hear some rushing and bumping and then…

BAM!

Someone had run into me, well, more like two people and I knew straight away who it was. “Hey boys!” I say as I turn to face the red-haired twins, “Hey y/n/n!” They reply and let go and stand back a little. Looking past them, I see Mrs Weasley and Mr Weasley pulling trunks out of the boot and Percy looking, well, stern. Fred and George, I can tell, are as happy as ever and Ginny, well she looks happy and sad. How do I know she is sad? Well, she knows Harry Potter is coming this year and she really wants to meet him. Ron, well, he looks scared and worried with a hint of excitement.

Mrs Weasley comes by with Ginny by her side, “Oh! Hello y/n, nice to see you,” She says to me then looks back to the remaining boys and husband by the car, “Come on! Get a move along!” She yells at them and they gather their things, Mr Weasley bringing over the twins trunks whilst I grab mine next to me with Pete on top in a rose-gold cage.

Together, me and the Weasley family head inside the station, earning a looks from Muggles. We pass by a boy who looks as though he’s never been in a train station before. He has brown hair and when I turn back to sneak a glance at him, I see he also has glasses but he also sees me looking so I send him a smile and continue on my way.

We stop in front of a wall, confused, I look at the twins behind me and give them a look, they look down at me and say, “You go through the wall!” I just give them both more of a look and Ginny, obviously answering her mother, says, “Nine and three-quarters!” Still holding Mrs Weasley’s hand, she says, “Mum, can’t I go…” She wines, “You’re not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first,” She tells the eldest. Percy marches towards the platforms nine and ten. As he was about to reach the wall, a large crowd comes out of no where and I feel one of the twins hold onto me.

Looking over my right shoulder, I see that it’s George that’s holding onto me tightly. I blush slightly and when he smiles at me, and turn back around and look back at the wall, turning pink. As I face the wall again, Percy is no where to be seen. My eyebrows raise in amazement. “It’s more cool then Cedric told me,” I think to myself. “Fred, you next,” Mrs Weasley told Fred, “I’m not Fred, I’m George,” Fred tells his mother and a smirk make sit’s way on my face, but I hide it quickly, “Honestly, woman, call yourself our mother? Can’t you tell I’m George?” Fred says, “Sorry, George, dear,” She apologises, “Only joking, I am Fred,” He said as he ran off towards the wall.

Calling after George to hurry up, he then disappears with George following close behind but not before sending me a wink making me turn pink again.

”Excuse me?” I hear a boy say and I turn to see the same boy from before and I head over to where Ron is standing next to his mother. “Hullo, dear,” She says, “First time at Hogwarts? Y/n and Ron’s new, too,” She tells the boy pointing to both of us with the other boy looking us up and down. “Yes,” Said the boy, “The thing is - the thing is, I don’t know how to -“ He begins but gets cut off by Mrs Weasley, “How to get on to the platform?” She asked and the boy nodded.

”Not to worry,” She says, “All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don’t stop and don’t be scared you’ll crash into it, that’s very important. Best do it with a bit of a run if you’re nervous. Let y/n go first, then you may go,” She tells him and looks to me and gestures me forward. Ron gives me a slight nudge and I walk forward, pushing my trunk along with me.

Once I get in front of the wall, I look back to the four and Mrs Weasley nods and Ron gives me an affirmative thumbs up. So, I turn back to face to wall, take a deep breath, I run towards the platform.

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A/n: One more part to bring over!