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pier-carlo-universe · 2 months ago
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Alessandra Celletti reinterpreta David Bowie: il ritorno di "Letter to Hermione"
Una versione intima e minimalista per celebrare il 55° anniversario di una gemma musicale, anticipando il nuovo album "Stop femicides"
Una versione intima e minimalista per celebrare il 55° anniversario di una gemma musicale, anticipando il nuovo album “Stop femicides”. Alessandra Celletti, pianista e artista romana, ci trasporta in un viaggio evocativo attraverso la sua reinterpretazione di “Letter to Hermione” di David Bowie. A cinquantacinque anni dalla sua pubblicazione, Celletti rende omaggio a uno dei suoi artisti…
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best-bowie-bracket · 1 year ago
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Listen to Letter To Hermione
Listen to An Occasional Dream
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thetacowrites · 6 months ago
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What started off as a one tweet drabble turned into fourteen little letters.
Letters to Hermione
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Is on Ao3.
Draco and Hermione have broken up, but Scorpius misses her dearly.
It's a HEA ❤️
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neverenoughmarauders · 14 days ago
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People act as if it was Hermione who stole her father’s car to save Harry because she was worried when she hadn’t heard from him.
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sparklingspidey · 8 months ago
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Immerse yourself in a world where fictional characters come to life through the power of words. Whether you're seeking solace during challenging times, celebrating a special occasion, or simply yearning for a touch of whimsy in your day, our letters are tailored to evoke feelings of joy, encouragement, and companionship.
Whether you're gifting a letter to a loved one or treating yourself to a moment of self-care, these comfort character letters are a timeless reminder that you are never alone. Let me guide you on a journey of healing, inspiration, and joy as you embrace the magic of storytelling and the power of human connection.
Fandoms: Disney, Marvel, Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, Stranger Things, Spider-Man, Spider-Verse, Hannibal, Community, It's Always Sunny, Dr.Who, Sherlock, Super Natural, Dead Poets Society, The Hunger Games, Little Women, Legally Blonde, High School Musical, Avatar the Last Air Bender, Mythic Quest, Steven Universe, and more.
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daisiesnotroses · 6 months ago
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Am I hiding FOUR WIPs in my Google docs? Perhaps 👀
Let me introduce you to the first one: The otter, the thestral and the hippogriff 🌸 It’s a Dreomione, post war, slow burn romance 🌸
The TAGs will include: Theo Nott needs a hug, Draco Malfoy is (not) a gentleman, BAMF Hermione Granger, side Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood, Ron bashing 🌸
Also Azkaban prisoners Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott 🤭
COMING SOON! 🌸
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elcieford · 9 months ago
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The Dragon & The Otter
Welcome to my latest WIP - this is an epistolary Dramione fic featuring a Durmstrang student Draco Malfoy, who decided to start writing to Hogwarts student Hermione Granger.
The letters start 10 Dec 1994, after the first task of the TriWizard Tournament, and before the Yule Ball.
Enjoy! xoxo 💌🦦🐉
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thegrangerarchives · 11 months ago
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To Woo a Wolf by @juniordreamer
It's been years since the end of the Second Wizarding War. Hermione is a Healer specializing in the treatment of non-magic individuals (i.e. muggles) suffering magical injuries. No one knows that Draco Malfoy has been infected with lycanthropy, only that he's retreated from the public eye in exchange for a life of isolation at Malfoy Manor. She doesn't expect a response to her written request for donations or the more personal correspondence that follows.
Rated: M; Chapters: 14
→ Link: Archive of Our Own 
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minawritesfanfic · 1 year ago
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Neville Longbottom x Reader
A flower and a fairy
Word Count: 3,700+
Summary: You start finding notes at your seat before class, each note has a floral scent and sweet words written in it. Each letter is sweeter than the last, it just has you dying to find out who they’re from.
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Class droned on like usual, I always found it hard to focus in Divination. The room had a way of lulling you to sleep and it didn’t help that it took an Olympic workout just to get to the classroom. Plus Professor Trelawney talked on and on with her words going in one ear and straight out the other, It was just hard to stay attentive when I had more important or well interesting things to focus on, like my secret admirer, or Gardenia as he likes to call himself.
Our interactions started roughly a month ago, at first it was simple notes going back and forth. Gardenia would leave a note on my seat before class and inside would be a silly or interesting plant fact, and in return, I’d leave the note where I found it with either a fact of my own or a silly drawing sometimes relevant to the fact. Just a silly light-hearted back and forth between two strangers but eventually it grew a bit more intimate, two weeks ago I received my first poem from them. It was beautifully written and even now I find myself rereading it sometimes, and I definitely do not keep it with me in my pocket. I just happened to have it with me today, my hand crept over to it and I silently recalled the poem.
In gardens where courage takes its bloom, my heart whispers secrets, no longer in the gloom. A shy Gardenia, thriving in the sun, with feelings it wishes to let come undone.
In the garden, there was also a dazzling fairy. Their smile is like magic and their laugh makes the flower’s heart rate erratic. But every word that the fairy speaks, is filled with a tender grace, captivating the flower's heart in a soothing embrace.
Like Gryffindor's lion, the flower's courage may rise, to face the unknown, and eventually to meet the fairy's enchanting eyes. Yet still, the flower hides in the shade, not yet ready and very much afraid. Maybe one day when the moment is right, this flower will let his affection take flight.
For now, the flower waits between these carefully written lines, hoping that through these words his true intentions will shine. A flower who sees the wonders of the fairy albeit behind rosé tinted eyes, the flower cherishes the fairy every time they come by.
My fairy, my light, for you, my heart dances, both day and night. I can only hope that one day I might have my fairy by my side.
Like I said it was a beautifully written poem that honestly still tugs at my heartstrings weeks later, It was also the first letter that cued to me that this secret messenger had a crush on me. I was incredibly flustered when I first realized it, especially since I had been in a class like I was now. With a new letter that was unlike the ones, I’d received before.
Inside there was no poem, fact, or any of the usual ramblings of Gardenia. Instead, there was a riddle, I hadn’t gotten the chance to read it yet as today Professor Trelawney made today's lesson very interactive. I was just thankful that class was supposed to end soon, the curiosity had been eating away at me this entire time. I couldn’t help but wonder what made him send me a riddle, what the riddle was about, whether I would even be able to solve the riddle, and why now had he decided to send a riddle?
My prayers were answered when Professor Trelawney dismissed me, and as quickly as I could I left the class. I balanced my books in one hand as I pulled the letter out from my other pocket, quickly reading it as I walked the halls.
In pages bound, magic's whispers dwell, a tale untold, its secrets to unveil. Heroes and villains dance in its ink, a world of wonder, where dreams link. Find this book of legends and lore, in Hogwarts' library, it shall be restored.
It seems Gardenia was sending me on a treasure hunt to the library. I had an idea of which book he might be referring to but I couldn’t be sure until I got there. So I decided to go to the library since I had some time to spare. I was kind of excited and wondered what I would find in the library.
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So it turns out there are a lot of books that fit the description of the riddle, and I've gone through most of them. I groaned into my arms as I laid my head on the table, I don’t even know how long I’ve been in here at this point nor how many books I’ve gone through. Who knew that the library had so many books on the history of Hogwarts, certainly not me. I planned to wallow in my failure and let the curiosity eat me alive when a familiar voice called out my name.
“What’s got you in such a stifling mood?” Hermione asked as she stood over me, a curious expression played across her face.
“I just learned how much I hate riddles and scavenger hunts. Mostly because I seem to suck at them.” I said sitting up and letting out a heavy sigh, Hermoine just looked even more confused as she sat beside me setting her books down on the table.
“What are you talking about? Riddles, a scavenger hunt, what is going on?”
“It’s a long story but I have a secret admirer? Today they sent me this riddle,” I passed her the letter with the riddle on it. “I just can’t seem to find the book they’re hinting at.”
“Are these all the books you’ve tried so far?” She asked as she handed back the letter and gestured to the pile of books on the table beside me.
“Yeah, I checked all the pages but there’s nothing.”
“Of course, those are all generic history books. I think your admirer was referring to a history book that fixates on a specific event, like that incident at the Yule ball several years back.” I watched Hermione curiously as she walked away disappearing into the library.
She returned after a minute with a smaller book, unlike the others it was much newer and delicately taken care of. I opened the book up carefully and immediately on the first page was another letter, I took it out and showed Hermione. I set the book down and we read the next riddle together.
In Gryffindor's embrace, find a cozy space, where courage resides, in every chase.
Lion-hearted souls gather, warmth in the air, a heart of friendship, where memories are shared.
Seek the den of bravery, where heroes meet, unlock the secret, the common room's treat.
“I guess I’m going to the common room?”
Hermione walked with me to the common room, we talked as we walked which I really enjoyed. I wasn’t as close with her as Harry and Ron were so I rarely saw her most days, so small moments like this where we could talk for even just a few minutes meant a lot to me. But when Harry and Ron exited the common room she went off with them. I was a bit sad but waved her goodbye with a smile anyway and continued on my mission. It was probably best I solved the riddles on my own, if I could that is.
I walked into the common room as always it was warm and sunny inside, it always made me feel pleasant and sleepy. I looked around the common room and noticed three new things, a new plant on the table in the back, a new piece of wall tapestry, and a bowl of candy. I debated which to check first, the plant would make sense because of how often Gardenia mentions some type of plant. On the other hand, it can’t be a coincidence that there’s all of a sudden a bowl of candy in the common room.
I decided to check the plant first, it made the most sense and wasn’t bound by a coincidence. I walked over to the plant, small white flowers were poking out from between the brush of leaves. If I remember correctly these were gardenias, I felt more solid in my decision now. I spun the pot around carefully on the table, I was really thankful there was no one in the common room right now. I bet I look a bit odd over analyzing this potted plant, but there didn’t seem to be anything hidden in the leaves. I carefully picked it up and found a note card underneath it, I grabbed it and set the pot down.
The riddle you seek is not with me
I frowned and sighed but continued searching, I made my way to the bowl of candy. I grabbed one of them eating small round chocolate candy, when I bit into it a splash of caramel spilled into my mouth. That definitely soothes my mood, I picked up the bowl of candy but there was nothing underneath. It was a clear bowl so I looked at the bottom of it. And there was the note, I set it down and dug my hand into it grabbing the letter from the bottom.
I grabbed a few more of the chocolate candies I tried before and brought the note with me as I sat down, For the first time the outside had something written on it. I read it before opening it up and reading the contents inside.
Your last riddle
Where nature's bounty blooms and thrives, a verdant paradise, where life derives. Flowers of myriad hues leave so green, a sanctuary for plants, a gardener's dream. In the heart of greenery, love's whispering tune, Gardenia awaits, hoping to see the fairy soon.
I felt my heart beat a bit faster as I finished reading the riddle, my scavenger hunt all this time was to find gardenia. I had a hunch but now that the reality was right in front of me, I was starting to freak out. What would I even do when I got there, what would I say? What would they say? All it took was a single riddle to have me flustered, confused, excited, and terribly nervous.
Still, I found my feet moving on their own as I walked through the many hallways of the castle to the greenhouses. I tucked the riddle away and fiddled with the wrapper of unopened candy, anything to distract myself from how wildly my heart was beating in my chest. Which only raced harder once I stood outside the row of greenhouses, I felt my throat go dry and my hands get clammy. Most of the greenhouses were empty besides the plants that grew all over the inside of them, though I could just barely make out the figure of someone in one of the further greenhouses.
I don’t even know why I’m nervous, it's not like I’m the one about to confess or anything. Yet I still found myself hesitating to approach, I just stood there beside the greenhouse where Gardenia likely was. He was crouched down, likely tending to one of the lower plants, thankfully he couldn’t see from where I stood. He raised to his feet and moved to tend to another plant, though his back remained facing me. All I’ve managed to see of their face so far was slivers of a side profile, so it’s hard to tell who it is.
“Is there anything I can help you with dear?” I felt like my heart nearly burst out of my chest, I jerked my body around to find Professor Sprout behind me.
“I uhm well-“ I fumbled over my words glancing from her to the greenhouse trying to form even the semblance of a proper sentence, I took a deep breath and tried again. “I was told uhm to meet someone here…?”
“Someone, do you not know who dear? I think I know who you’re looking for, likely my student aid Longbottom.”
I thought for a moment before responding, I instantly recognized the name since I heard it during a few of my classes but then I realized Neville was one of Hermione’s friends, we’d talked a few times before albeit briefly. Though considering that he’s a student aid for the herbology teacher, the plant theme makes a lot of sense now. I felt my nerves calm slightly, for some reason having the name and face of this once mysterious admirer before our meeting calmed me somewhat.
“Yes, not someone but Neville. He told me to meet him here, I just hope I’m not interrupting.”
“Oh not at all, he should be finishing up soon. I’ll leave you to it then dear, I’ll be in my office if either of you needs me. Good luck.” I waved goodbye as she walked away, I let out a relieved sigh and turned back to the greenhouse.
Neville was no longer crouched down on the far side of the greenhouse, he moved to the other side and stood carefully spraying the leaves of a plant I couldn’t identify. Though I had a clearer view of his face now, he had a relaxed and content expression as he tended to the plants. It was kind of cool watching him work as he skillfully took care of the plants, I found myself in a sort of trance. Though I figured it was best I entered the greenhouse sooner rather than later.
I stepped up to the entrance opening the door carefully, As I stepped inside I again had a view of his back. Now that I was actually inside I had no idea what to do now, do I wait until he realizes I’m here do I say something? Though I was shaken from my thoughts when I watched him slip, I hissed and winced at the fall. He groaned on the floor, I stifled a laugh as I approached. Though my laughter came out freely when I managed to slip as well, apparently greenhouse floors are obnoxiously slippery.
I laughed as I lay on the floor eventually sitting up and turning to look at him, Neville looked over at me with a flurry of emotions on his face as well as a clear coat of red on his cheeks. He sat up quickly and just stared at me his mouth agape, and lips moving as he tried to formulate a sentence. I decided to speak first since it was clear he needed a moment.
“Hi, Neville or Gardenia was it? I definitely didn’t expect us to both tumble on our first meeting, I wish I had known the floors were this slippery.” I said with another laugh more nervous than before as I met his gaze, a coat of red on my cheeks as well.
“Hi…” Was all he said in response still thoroughly flustered I assumed, I felt bad for being comforted by his nervousness. It was just nice knowing it wasn’t just me.
“Hello,” I responded as I climbed up off the floor and offered him a hand. “Need a hand?” He looked from me to my hand before taking it.
I helped him up though we both faltered slightly, nearly slipping again. He mumbled out a quiet thank you as we stood there clutching onto each other trying not to fall again, Once he had his footing Neville pulled away. Now that there was some distance I could get a proper look at him, his face slightly pudgy matching his almost doe-like eyes and button nose, I smiled up at him breathlessly still feeling a bit nervous as well.
“I wasn’t sure that you would come.” He said quietly for a moment once he composed himself somewhat.
“Well, it’s not like you gave me any reason not to. Though I struggled a bit with that first riddle, so I almost couldn’t.” I said with a nervous laugh, which was starting to become a habit just to fill the slightly tense silence looming in the room.
“I’m sorry, I had help with that one. I’m not very good at riddles. I hope the rest were easier.”
“They were so much easier, I have a few questions though. Why gardenias and why a scavenger hunt?” He turned red again and avoided my gaze.
“Uhm well I guessed that you might like a scavenger hunt, I’m sorry if you don’t though. But I’ll answer your other question after you read this.” He pulled out another letter and handed it to me before his hands came together in front of him. He fiddled with his robe idly as I unfolded the letter.
Fairy, enchanting, and ethereal, in your presence, my heart's aurora unfurls. Your grace and light, a celestial glow, with every moment, my love for you grows.
In dreams and waking hours, you reside, a muse, a spark, someone I yearn to have by my side. Your laughter, a melody, so sweet and rare, it fills my world with joy beyond compare.
In your eyes, I find a universe's embrace, a magical connection, an infinite space. With trembling words, I must now confess, fairy, my heart beats for you, and no one else.
For in this realm of love, so pure and true, fairy, my soul finds solace in you. You shine brighter than any other, with a beautifully unique ethereal glow. There is only one thing that I wish to know, and it’s if you’ll be mine?
I just stood there staring at the last line, occasionally my eyes flicking up to other parts of the poem. My face was a clear shade of red again, I didn’t know what to say. I just read it over and over for a while, I could see Neville shifting nervously in front of me through my peripheral vision.
“Gardenias are most commonly known for their wonderfully scented and waxy white flowers, they symbolize a variety of things: trust, purity, clarity, peace, hope, or even renewal. In this case, though, they symbolize secret love. Though I also like that they can also say ‘you are lovely’…” He explained quietly, filling the silence with his voice, I finally looked up from the letter at him.
We just stared at each other, both unsure what to say. I had been slowly developing feelings for my secret admirer and now that he was in front of me confessing his feelings in the way we talked to each other before melted my heart. I just couldn’t find the words to express myself, I found my lips moving to speak like his had just a while earlier. That's when I got an idea, Actions speak louder than words right?
I tucked the letter away with the others and reached my hands out to cup his face, his face was warm and red. His eyes widen as he watches me carefully, partially confused and thoroughly flustered. I lean up towards him, our faces close, and I can feel and hear his breathing hitch.
“Can I kiss you..?” I didn’t know that his eyes could get any wider and I laughed again as he nodded his head yes.
I closed my eyes and pressed my lips gently against his, his lips were soft against mine. He practically stood there like a statue not moving as I kissed him but he did at least kiss back, his lips pressed against mine. His long hair tickled my forehead and the warmth of his cheeks spread through my hands to the rest of my body. Eventually, I pulled away and smiled at him, he was even redder than before with a big smile.
“I wasn’t sure how else to respond, but it’s a yes,” I said with a smile causing his smile to grow even wider than before, he pulled me into a hug.
We hugged for a while in the slightly foggy and damp greenhouse, both of our cheeks red as tomatoes in the garden. Neither of us said anything for a long while, we just held each other listening to the other’s breathing that filled the silent room. It was a quiet moment where we were surrounded by plants and love. Out of the time I’d spent here at Hogwarts, this moment had to be the most magical moment I’ve ever had.
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“You knew?! You cheeky bugger!” I said tossing some dry food at Hermoine who just laughed and blocked it.
“It wasn’t like I could tell you, that would’ve ruined all the fun!” She said picking up the food I threw at her and throwing it back. I caught it in my mouth chewing grumpily.
“Whateverrrr.”
I looked over at Neville who laughed and gave my hand a small squeeze under the table. Harry and Ron were at the table with us as well, We ended up hanging out all together at the Three Broomsticks Inn. I hadn’t really hung out with Harry and Ron much since they were always running off stealing Hermione from me, but they were Neville and Hermione’s friends so I had ample opportunity to hang out with them now. They were as troublesome as I heard, though they were still sweet guys who I could tell cared about their friends.
“Are we having a food fight?” Ron asked as he threw a fry at Hermione and Neville, I laughed watching the mini food fight.
“Cut it out, the barmaid is glaring at us!” Harry chastised quietly.
“Yeah, really mature Ron. Food fights are for children.” Hermione said in a playful but mocking tone.
“I’m still young, not quite yet an adult. So of course I’m doing kid things, and how come I’m the only one getting lectured here? I wasn’t even the first one to throw food!” He said with a huff gesturing to me.
“Well you’re the one who brought up a food fight, Ron, they weren’t trying to start a war with food unlike you.” Neville chimed in, I smiled at him thankful for the support.
“Thank you, Neville, I’m far too old for food fights now anyways.” Ron rolled his eyes at us all before eating another fry.
The banter was light-hearted and fun, which fit the warm cozy vibe of the inn. Unlike outside where it was cold and the windows were frosts over from the winter air. We all ate, drank, and talked for a long while enjoying each other's company. This was the most I had wholeheartedly laughed in a while, I could get used to hanging out with them all. I had expected things to be awkward but it was far from it, especially with Ron he was welcoming and friendly right out of the gate. Nudging Harry to do the same, he eventually opened up as well. It was just a really nice time and I couldn’t be happier surrounded by good company and a lovingly sweet boyfriend.
Eventually, we all parted ways, the trio heading off on some new adventure leaving Neville and me to enjoy each other’s company. We walked through the streets of Hogsmeade just peeking into the windows of the shops, there were a variety of trinkets and items displayed in them. We didn’t end up going into any of the shops though, just walking around aimlessly.
“I never did get to ask… but why fairy?
“What? Oh uhm well there was this time when I saw you outside the greenhouse by Hagrid’s hut, you were in the pumpkin patch and as I got closer I could see you interacting with the fairies. You looked so beautiful and smiled so brightly, I just couldn’t keep my eyes off you…” He said shyly as his cheeks turned red but he didn’t avert his eyes and stared intimately into my own.
I smiled up at him feeling my cheeks turn red as well, I squeezed his hand with a smile. “Ahh, that’s sweet though I’m a bit embarrassed. I hadn’t thought anyone saw that, let alone remembered it way after the fact.”
“Well I’m glad you worked up the courage too, I really do like you, Neville. A whole lot, I was honestly surprised you knew who I was beyond one of Hermione’s friends.”
“I could say the same thing, everyone only really thinks of Harry and Ron when they think of Hermione. They forget about side character friends like us it seems, though I kind of prefer not having all that spotlight. Everyone knows who you are, sounds frightening.” He shivered dramatically to emphasize his point, I nodded and laughed agreeing with his point.
“Frightening indeed, I prefer to be off in the limelight with you. That way I can do things like this without it ending up in the paper.” I stopped walking and pulled him towards me.
Like the day we met in the greenhouse I cupped his face and pulled him towards me, we kissed standing off to the side of the path. It was a bit chilly out and it had just started to snow. Neither of us had worn hats so snow started to pile up in our hair. Despite the coldness of the snowflakes trickling down onto our faces in liquid form we still stood their kissing, unlike the first time his hands had found their way onto my waist holding me tightly. As if he thought that if he let go I’d disappear like the melting snowflakes in his hair. After a few more moments we parted lips and he smiled a big dopey grin at me.
“We should probably head back to school, I wouldn’t be surprised if this were a snowstorm.” I nodded in agreement and we continued our walk now with a destination in mind.
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oodelally3 · 10 months ago
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I did a thing
My first Harry Potter (Dramione) ff! Maybe last. We'll see. I've been reading a lot of Dramione ff lately, and this scenario popped into my head. I figured if nothing else, it would at least be a creative writing exercise.
Epistle on AO3
After a surprise midnight confession, Hermione can only gather her thoughts on parchment. Will the anger pouring from her quill reveal her own vulnerability?
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dramioneasks · 3 months ago
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Tell Me Something - Hope_Belle - M, WIP - Two years after the war, the Ministry launched The Cultural Reconciliation Initiative, anonymously assigning a Muggle-born to a convicted Death Eater for regular correspondence as a part of their probation. Hermione is locked away in her secret garden of books and predictability, enrolled in The Healer Academy in Edinburgh and set on being normal. Draco has never been normal but after standing trial, discovering Muggle London, and befriending Neville Longbottom of all people, he's even less so. Studying for his Potions Mastery in Paris was always a part of the plan but realizing his anonymous pen pal is Hermione Granger? That was certainly not.
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lulublack90 · 4 months ago
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Part two of The Way They Were
Harry continues renovating Grimmauld Place under the watchful eye of Draco. He visits Privet Drive and vows to never step foot in it again. Narcissa invites him over for lunch and Draco appears at Grimmauld with another box for Harry this time from Remus.
Or
OMG Sirius wore the skirts!!!
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aesthetic--mood · 5 months ago
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Harry Potter Summer Aesthetic
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minimindi · 7 months ago
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Microfic May Day 27: evolve (alt. choice)
@microficmay
Week 4 challenge complete! Use every letter of the alphabet.
so the formatting looks like shit if you're viewing ao3 on your phone. Here's what it's supposed to look like
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teecupangel · 2 years ago
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I have this idea that might interest you:
Desmond gets reborn as Shaun's twin: a normal family, modern(ish) comforts, a good friend for a brother, what's not to like, right? And sure, sometimes weird things happen, like when he got so angry he melted the fork he held... he'll just chalk it up to the Isu nonsense, okay?
Only he can't.
Because he's eleven.
There is a letter.
And a professor.
With a wand.
Is this... what the hell... is he in Harry Potter!?! (Yes, Desmond. Yes, you are.)
If I'm counting right, Desmond's first DADA teacher would be Umbridge. Second's Snape. And then all the hell comes loose.
(related crossover headcanon that might come in handy: "modern tech is pretty much copied from the Isu tech" × "magic interferes with modern technology" + "religions are based around Isus" × "witchcraft is considered sinful across cultures" = magic is human domain and fundamentaly anti-isu)
Okay, so if Desmond was reborn, Imma assume that we’re going for the Yew Branches rules of rebirth where Desmond remembers his past life and has the skills of his Bleeds (but with foggy memories and shackled by the limitation of his young body) so in this scenario, he’d definitely be the chill twin and the one who always makes sure Shaun doesn’t get into fights because of his tongue and doesn’t stay too long thinking of the weirdest strangest things that would later become the foundation of his conspiracies.
He’d also be more inclined to join Shaun in reading and maybe Shaun’s interest in history would only be propelled by his twin’s own interest.
So it would be a surprise when they hear that Desmond is the younger twin because he’s pretty much Shaun’s minder and their parents are ever so grateful.
Also… the whole “is he in Harry Potter!?!” sounds so much like he knows about Harry Potter which means Harry Potter was a book series in his world.
And this means…
We finally have a “Desmond is the ultimate isekai protagonist” fic idea where Desmond ends up in one of the most commonly used setting in isekais!
The “I got transported into this book I read” setting!
There is a problem though…
Shaun is born on 16 November 1985 (he’s 2 years older than Desmond) so Desmond would have received his letter late 1996 which would mean he’d have to enroll the following year for this to work. BUT 1997 is already Deathly Hallows which means…
He’d be enrolled in Hogwarts during the time the Death Eaters have it under their control as Snape as the headmaster.
Unorganized Notes:
Magic being fundamentally anti-Isu would mean that Desmond, having high Isu genes, would have a harder time with his magic. This might even get him the nickname of being a failure or a testament to how weak ‘mudbloods’ are.
On the other hand, Desmond’s inability to control magic is because he’s trying to control it the way humans do. Considering Hecate is the goddess of magic and she was an Isu, this could mean that even if magic is fundamentally anti-Isu and of human domain, an Isu can still do magic. And Desmond, being human but Isu-touched, means he must control magic the way Isus do.
This means that Desmond would have an easier time controlling magic wandlessly and wordlessly. It’s all about intent and desire.
Let’s say humans do magic by asking permission, by requesting help from magic itself (metaphorically). Isus do magic by demanding it, by ordering its submission, and doing their will. Isu tech like the Pieces of Eden readily do what Desmond orders because they see Desmond as an Isu but magic sees Desmond as an Isu and does not wish to help so Desmond must demand its submission (which would be funny because this is Desmond)
This also means that magic hurts Desmond more than a normal human and healing spells stings (like pouring vinegar with salt into an open wound) so… don’t get hit, Desmond.
If you want to go down the OP isekai protagonist route, we can also add in that because Desmond orders magic to do his bidding, with enough focus (and maybe a lot of irritation), he could hijack the spells of others. Mostly, he could make the spell go in a different direction or dispel it completely.
And to make Desmond’s life much, much more harder, Desmond didn’t read the books. He watched the movies so he’d be surprised when the characters don’t look like their actors or if the events don’t line up with what he remembers.
This will end up with Desmond making his own Brotherhood made of people who are not ‘satisfied’ with the status quo of Hogwarts. Hell, by the end of it, Desmond would probably make a Magical Branch of the Brotherhood and work in the shadows.
Ngl, Desmond would probably see a lot of problems with the situation of the Wizarding World, not just because of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, but there’s something rotten at the very core of this magical world that wouldn’t sit well with Desmond.
This is a world where the Solar Flare won’t happen (most probably) and the reason for it might be because of magic, to be exact: the source of all magic that these magical folks could do, is a primordial ‘entity’ that blessed humans. It was too late to protect the world from the first Solar Flare but it successfully took out what causes the Solar Flare afterward.
Desmond’s Bleeds will confuse the sorting hat and he’d get to choose which house he’d like. He’d most definitely choose Hufflepuff because Gryffindor and Slytherin are too dangerous this year and Ravenclaw might give the idea that he was smart and he’s trying not to stand out.
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Unlike a Sister by madharmony
Nineteen years ago, Harry told Ron he saw Hermione as his sister. Now Hermione is in danger and Harry's feelings for her begin to change dramatically, jeopardizing everything he once knew. A post-war, Epilogue compliant fic.
"And just as gazing at a single star in the night sky causes the others to fade away, so he looked at her—an ever-fixed mark that he would bear out, even to the edge of doom."
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"Why was it that women—particularly those who were bright and ambitious—were only loved once they were brought low in some way? Could they not be loved when they were whole and hale and unbending? But, no. Hypatia must always meet her mob. Boudicca, her dose of poison."
Art: The Reading Room, Francois Fressinier (2015)
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