#one for Draco and one for Harry all their little scars and marks etc i think it would help me even if i dont post it

[basiatlu]

I think I failed to post this sketch a little while ago when I made it whoops! Sort of a spur of the moment doodle before I had to commute to work so I think the total time spent was ~10 minutes.

[missdawnandherdusk]

Cliche Mini-Series: Patronus

Draco X Reader

Requested: @shadowsingeraxolotl​ Okay, so they're all in 8th year or something and everyone are practicing their patronusus and they match and everyone is in awe because they are the most powerful ones they've ever seen? Like an alternate soulmark but better because they realize that Draco is so soft

A/N: Y’all sure do have a lot of cliches you want to see, so here’s the first one that sparked my interest. It will not be the last I promise, but please enjoy these two kids falling in love and healing after the war. 

Okay so it’s 8th year

Everyone is a little tense, and the castle looks new but everything just feels wrong

McGonagall created an entire new wing for the 8th years so that they could get away from the haunting that the war left in the old castle

And the House Cup was done away with and first years were allowed to pick houses and others were allow to declare house-less or switched as they saw fit fight me on this I dare you

Which meant that the few 8th years who decided to come back all declared to be house-less because f*ck destiny and who they were supposed to be. They just wanted to be kids goddamnit

That doesn’t mean that you’re not a little surprised when Draco declares house-less. You thought he’d want to stay Slytherin

You catch his eyes and there’s no light in them and your heart just hurts

War was hell, and being trapped on the wrong side had to be the depths of Tartarus

McGonagall keeps a dozen Mind Healers on staff this year, for obvious reasons

Which is where you run into Draco often. You’re craving a therapy session and he has to—court mandated.

You wave and he gives you a curt nod. He’s in most of your classes now that you were both house-less so you’re peers, maybe acquaintances

True to Harry’s nature, he’s suspicious of Malfoy at all times, and well maybe you pick up a few habits of looking after Draco as well—but in a different manor

You make sure he eats, and gets to class, and stays awake in class for that matter, then you make sure he gets to bed. All by gentle questions or offering to go with him to meals or class etc (“hey, I haven’t eaten dinner, wanna come with?” “You have Flitwick with me... wanna walk together?” “It’s late, I’m sure the book will be there in the morning,” “I made too much tea, do you want some?”)

He notes your kindness but only mentions it to his Mind Healer. He’s confused as to why you’re being kind and doesn’t know if he likes it or not (he’s also a bit better with his emotions since he’s in therapy) y’all get therapy it’s amazing

“Well, you could ask her about it,” the Healer suggests. Except he didn’t understand how much Draco could not do that because he wasn’t confrontational anymore

Instead he decides to extend the same kindness to you. As an olive branch. You spill ink all over your paper in shock when he asks you to dinner. He quickly vanishes the ink with a flick of his hand

Now you two sort of get dinner together. Like all the time. It’s just something that normal and routine. You talk about your days, your classes, and Draco feels... normal. Like you’re not gawking at him, not afriad of him, you don’t hate him, and he’s pretty sure this isn’t some sort of ploy

fuck canon. Remus Lupin isn’t dead and neither is Sirius. I am the queen of this blog and my word is law.

Remus teaches DADA because he loves teaching and now that the job isn’t jinxed and McGonagall knows he needs a break from 24/7 Sirius to maintain his sanity, he teaches

And of course he adores his 8th years

He teaches a wide range of defense spells, but to pass his class with full marks all you have to do is summon a patronus. Corporeal or not.

Draco, though still quite flawless in about everything else, struggles with casting a patronus. A lot of 8th years do as well, so he’s not singled out, even if he is a bit frustrated

Remus understands that after a war this is hard for his kids, so he allows them to take a day and go to the lake instead of class for fun in the sun and to make new and safer memories

“Aren’t you coming?” You ask Draco who’s sitting alone in the common room sulking. “No,” he mutters. “Why not? Lupin is taking attendance, you have to come,”

“No, I don’t.” He snaps.

He really doesn’t want to go. He doesn’t want to swim. He doesn’t want to take his shirt off or wear short sleeves. He doesn’t want to be gawked at because of his Mark or his numerous scars. He’d rather save himself the panic attack.

“Come with me?” You try weakly. “You don’t have to swim. I’m not going to, but maybe just sit out there? We can read? Or talk? Or something?” You know it’s a lost cause. You sigh. “We’ll miss you Draco—I’ll miss you,” you offer a small smile and head down to the lake downcast.

And maybe Draco misses you with each step that you walk away from him. Maybe it’s so unbearable that he curses himself and you before stalking down the the lakeside beach.

Meanwhile you’re perched under a tree reading a book. “Couldn’t get him to come down huh?” Lupin asks. “Sorry Professor,” you give a weak smile. “Don’t worry about it. I know it’s gonna take Draco a bit longer to get on his feet again. In fact I’d be surprised if—” Lupin stops mid sentence.

“Professor?” You ask. “Well I’ll be a mandrakes uncle,” Lupin grins, nodding to someone in the distance. You turn and see a familiar head of white blond hair heading towards you.

Ignoring Lupin completely you jump up and run over to Draco, pulling him into a hug, before remembering yourself as you take a step away awkwardly.

“I’m glad you came,” you stammer. “Me too,” his cheeks are flushed slightly pink as you two sit under the tree together.

True to your word, you two do read. He reads some sort of wizard classic literature and you read a muggle classic: Pride and Prejudice because you need a break from magic and spells

Draco asks you about your book and you explain a bit of it to him, saying that he would probably enjoy it, despite its muggle origins. He eyes the book and you skeptically but asks if he can borrow it when you’re finished with it

You two are mostly left alone for the afternoon, except always under the watchful eye of Harry who is still convinced that Malfoy is up to something

Your patronus charm is now incorporeal. You jump excitedly and the charm falls. Draco, who’s next to you, is quite surprised by the hug he gets tackled with by a very elated you.

Which leads to more awkward blushing and apologies.

“So you and Malfoy?” Harry asks one night while you’re alone. “I... I don’t like it.” “Oh come on Harry, don’t you think if he was going to do something he would have? He’s just trying to move on like the rest of us,” your voice is venemous and cold as you glare the golden boy down.

Draco sees you and Harry talking alone at night and gets the wrong idea before rushing away not understanding why that hurt so badly. He feels betrayed. You were the one person he thought was on his side and now you were skirting around with Potter.

You notice immediately that Draco has closed himself off to you and you worry. “Is everything okay?” “Ask Potter,” Draco snaps. “You seemed pretty cozy with him the other night.”

Then it hits you. “We’re you spying on me?” The thought is quickly dismissed. “Draco, Harry came up to me bitching about you. And I told him to drop it and leave you alone because you deserve your place here like the rest of us,”

Well you hadn’t said exactly that, there was a bit more swearing involved but the sentiment was there

“You... you defended me,” he’s in disbelief. “Yes,” you groan. “Now will you stop sulking and come and get dinner with me?”

“I’ve already eaten,” he mutters. You raise an eyebrow at him. “Draco,” you press. “Please,”

“I’ll never understand how you can tell when I’m lying,” he grumbles, standing. “You don’t look me in the eye,” you laugh, walking towards the great hall.

The trips to the lake become a Friday thing for 8th years and Remus. To give the kids a break and to let them blow off a little steam.

You know Draco isn’t comfortable going again and you don’t want to either so, you talk to Lupin and work out a deal.

“Are you coming?” You ask him, dressed in your old quidditch robes. “You’re going to the lake in that?” He asks skeptically. “And no I’m not going,”

“I’m not going to the lake,” you smile, perching on the back of a couch. “So, are you coming?”

“Where are you going?” He asks. “Oh come on you’re a smart bloke, put two and two together.” You laugh and take off down the hall towards the quidditch pitch.

You’ve done a few laps when Draco joins you in the air. “This is stupid,” he declares. “Yeah,” you smile. “But it’s fun!”

Draco sighs and his resolve fades and soon he’s smiling and chasing after you in a one on one game of catch-the-snitch

And honestly it is fun. Draco’s laughing and flying with you and he almost forgets that he’s supposed to be Seeking.

And when you fly closer to him, staring into his eyes, beaming, he does everything he can to remember to keep flying. You’re inches from him. You reach out and his heart is stammering.

Then you grab something next to his head and laugh victoriously showing him the snitch.

“Oh come on that was cheating!” He whines, chasing after you towards the field floor.

“It’s not my fault you were staring at me like I was Potter!” You call back. “Although I hope you don’t hate me,” you land softly on the grass and Draco is caught off guard by your words and why would he ever hate you and he crashes into you

“Draco!” You scold, and he thinks he’s hurt you and that you’re crying but no you’re laughing hysterically beside him

“I—are you okay?” He stammers, gaping at you. “I’m fine,” you laugh sitting up. Until you put pressure on your wrist and well maybe then you’re not fine

Draco feels awful and takes you to the infirmary, letting Pomfrey heal your broken wrist. All the while the roles are reversed and you have to convince him to calm down and that you’ll be okay man that boy is a mess

“B-but I hurt you!” He exclaims. “It was an accident Draco!” You fold your arms. “I’m not mad, please don’t be mad at yourself,” your voice softens as you take his hands. “Please?”

His eyes catch yours and he nods and you smile at him.

Since this is an every week thing, you and Draco have a rivalry going on of who’s won more matches. (The smack talk and banter is real, but all in good fun. It leaves you both laughing and smiling and onlookers completely confused because “uh, he just called you slower than a spider in roller skates” “Yeah, and he knows that it’s still faster than his blond arse” “My arse has nothing to do with it” “Oh I beg to differ,”)

Winter turns to Spring and now showers are 100% necessary for you Friday afternoons after you matches with Draco. 

You pause in the locker rooms after one match and notice that Draco has shed his robes and is now shirtless before you, his back turned. Your breath catches in your throat as you see the scars that paint a gruesome image on his skin.

You don’t think he knows you’re there but his tired voice barely speaks: “I know you’re staring. It-It’s okay. I’ve... I’ve come to terms with it myself. And I think I’ve come to terms with you knowing as well.” 

He turns to face you, a mask of calm on his face, his eyes holding yours. 

“Harry did this?” You breathe out, taking a step toward him, your hand coming up and hesitantly tracing a scar that bends around his shoulder. 

“Harry, my father, my aunt... you stop keeping track after a while,” His eyes are downcast letting you know that he knows exactly what scar is from whom. 

Your hand trails down and brushes over his Dark Mark. He flinches, but his eyes don’t leave yours. 

“Thank you,” You whisper. “For showing me... for trusting me enough.”

Draco’s patronus is now incorporeal. 

You cheer and he wraps you into a hug this time and you’re shocked for a moment before hugging him back

You’re currently tied on your catch-the-snitch matches and today marks the tie breaker and the winner it’s just too hot to keep doing it during class time in the afternoon.

“D-Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me, tomorrow?” Draco stammers one Friday afternoon. “Sure,” You smile, “A bunch of our friends are going, were you planning on not going?” 

Draco purses his lips because of course you’re going to make this hard for him. 

“I meant with me. Just me. As a... date?” He’s flushed bright pink and it has nothing to do with the heat. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” You grin and zoom off after the snitch and he’s left chasing you wondering and asking what the hell you meant by that.

He ends up catching the snitch and is completely distracted from his victory because what did you mean you thought he’d never ask????

“Draco, stars above you’re so dense,” you dismay and grab the front of his robes and pull him over and press your lips to his

It causes him to let the snitch go and pull you closer. And maybe the two of you spend the afternoon kissing thousands of feet above the ground.

You two enter the Common Room, hand in hand and a cheer is let up as well as bet money being exchanged. Draco is flushed pink, and so are you, but you just smile and roll your eyes back Hogwarts is starting to feel like home again

And oh he absolutely spoils you at Hogsmeade the next day. And you have to admit, as much as you like gifts, it’s so much more to see him happy about buying them for you.

Harry is sulking about the entire thing, and now has been jeering at you and Draco and most times Draco stops you from punching the golden boy in the face. 

“I did it to him for years,” Draco murmurs. “Doesn’t make it right,” You hiss back, glaring at Harry. 

A few others take the same idea as Harry and start to taunt Draco about his long sleeves in the warm weather. Draco never rises to the bait but you can see that it wears at him. You just hold his hand a little tighter and maybe send a few wandless, nonverbal hexes their way,

It draws the line one day when Harry with a few other 8th years stop you and Draco in the halls. Draco, you can tell is close to having a panic attack because it’s not the first one of his that you’ve witnessed and you just go off

“What is wrong with you!?” You scream at Harry. “At least he’s trying to get better! At least he’s changed! You might have saved the world but you’re nothing but a bully!” There are tears in your eyes as Draco places his hands at your waist, steadying you and himself. “And maybe he would wear a t-shirt if you hadn’t tried to kill him a few years ago with Dark Magic that left its mark all over him! Did you ever think of that!?” 

Harry is gaping at you, shocked. Draco pulls you down the hall and it’s not far before he’s breaking down into a panic attack in your arms. You stroke his hair as you let him cry out all his tears, then you walk him through breathing exercises and five-things-five-senses (Grounding)

After this Harry backs the fluff off (and eventually apologizes and goes to Mind Healing himself because you were right, he needed to get better too.) 

You and Draco become more comfortable around another and in public. Which leads to cuddling in the common room or kissing in the halls And no one can deny that you and Draco are just sweet and perfect together

Out of the blue but not really because Harry had a hand in it Lupin talks privately to Draco about his scars and they sort of have a therapy session themselves. Sirius talks to you and gives you advice about how to help Draco through overcoming his fears and self doubt about his scars and now you two have sort of been adopted by these two dads)

It’s the last day of DADA and Lupin makes all of his 8th years cast a patronus and you and Draco do it together and everyone stares in complete and utter awe at the two dragons coiling around each other filling up almost the entire room

You and Draco are in shock too, but soon, smug smiles fall on both of your faces because, yeah... those are two souls sworn and bound to protect another. Two fighters. Two dragons.

You also tease Draco about his name and the dragon for the rest of his life which always ends with him growing frustrated and kissing you to shut you up and then the both of you get a little carried away... but it’s fine. The castle is enormous and there are plenty of empty classrooms

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[icarus-imagines]

Draco Malfoy X Male!Reader

Word Count: 1,904

Category: Harry Potter

~Scars~

"It's pretty."

"W-what?"

A smile makes its way to your (Pale/Tan/White/etc) face as you scoot closer, both your legs, under the black satin blankets covering you both, touching. The thick sheet acting as a protective barrier though it is nothing but mere fabric laid upon your bodies.

"It's pretty," you repeat staring down at his arm that had its black sleeve rolled up to his elbow.

Your fingers dancing along his left forearm that held the Dark Mark. A tattoo displaying that of a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth. A sign of/from the one and only Lord Voldemort that was given to only his loyal circle of Death Eaters.

"How could something like this ever be considered pretty?" he asked, confusion clouding his mind. He wondered what made you think such a thing.

"I guess...," you started, raising your (E/c) eyes to gaze into his own gray eyes, that you knew even though they were a sort of a dull color, hid thousands of emotions waiting to break through the seams and be unleashed. "It's simply the color."

He tilted his head, making his cute white blonde hair fall in front of his eyes a bit, possibly obscuring his sight of vision. "The color? I see nothing special about the color black. Does everyone else not have the same color?"

"It's not that simple," you quietly giggle at his reluctance to accept the fact this horrid symbol was anything but a constant reminder of his wrongdoings and previous failures.

Taking your right hand you began to lightly trace the black lines sharply etched into his skin. Skin that was almost impossibly pale. Like black against white. Pencil against a blank paper. You found that beautiful. His skin made something so cruel a wonderful work of art.

You watched carefully as his body shivered from your light caresses upon his skin. Giggling you brought his palm to cup your cheek. Nuzzling it affectionately with your eyes closed in pure bliss.

Being with him brought out your cuddly side. Behind closed doors, Draco was the same way. How you loved unexpected kisses on your forehead when walking down rarely used hallways. Holding hands under the desks when sitting together during class.

Despite the fact your relationship was hush, even from both of your parents, you didn't resent him one bit for not wanting to be open about it. In reality, you were grateful. Grateful that you didn't have to flaunt your loyalty in front of others. You didn't have to prove day in and day out that you were worthy of the silent Slytherin Prince known as Draco Malfoy. Because deep down you knew that Draco didn't care about who you appeared to be in front of peers. He ignored whatever bloodline you held and whatever Hogwarts house you presented. Even what gender you possessed.

All he cared about was you.

Snapping back to reality from your deep thoughts you remembered you were in the Room of Requirement, cuddling with your beloved boyfriend.

Slowly opening your eyes you blushed noticing Draco had been staring at you the whole time with a whimsical expression. Embarrassed you cuddled his arm, holding it a bit tighter so his hand cupped your cheek so you could rest it in his palm as he brought himself closer to you, wrapping his right arm around your waist.

"You're quite adorable," he said absentmindedly, burying his face in your soft (H/c) locks.

This made your mind go suddenly crazy with questions about your secret relationship. The most important of these making your brain pound painfully.

Why had he chosen you?

You had yet to discover the single reason why he had started to pursue a romantic, maybe even a sexual, relationship with you. Not only that fact but the fact you are a boy. A male. Out of all the beautiful girls and handsome boys residing at this magical school he had chosen you. To become your one and only partner.

You pondered this for a few minutes of silence. Gathering courage until you realized you had to voice your question before you popped unexpectedly like a balloon at a birthday party. So that's exactly what you did.

"Draco..," you started, softly massaging the skin that contained the dark tattoo slowly.

"Yes?"

You took a few calming breaths before talking once more. "Why...Why did you choose me?"

Your question must have caught him completely by surprise, evident in the way he hugged you closer and lead you to lie on the bed with him. You listened to his soft breathing until he finally explained his reasoning behind his precise actions.

"I don't know," he said simply. This made your heart start to crack ever so slowly from the nonchalant response, but it was quickly mended with his next choice of words that explained his reason. "Though it is cliche, I must say you're different."

"Different?" You ask tangling your legs with his, wondering what he could mean.  "How so?"

He hummed, making you giggle for the third time that night, as you felt him vibrate in your own body. "The others that attend this school, not many acts like you do," he began saying, thinking deeply about the complex question. He hoped not to displease you and make you disappointed. "You are like a little ball of sunshine, really you are. Not at all sullen and saddened by the events these past few years have brought upon all of us. You manage to keep a bright smile on your handsome face even in the darkest of times. This may have been one of the many reasons I began to dangerously fall in love with you. This is also the first reason why I had ever begun to truly notice you. To notice you as something more than just another Hogwarts student not worthy of my time."

Your bright (E/c) eyes began to prickle with tiny gleaming tears at his heartfelt speech. You hadn't realized just how much you meant to him. How much he truly cared about you. How naive of you to think you were unimportant to him. You opened your mouth to speak up on your own thoughts, but he beat you to it.

"Another would be you simply do not care," he said, but quickly fixed himself realizing that he must have made it sound like you didn't care for him. "Not that you don't care for me-I mean you do-It's's just..."

You quickly shushed him for a second with your left pointer finger placed lightly on his lips, before he became a blushing mess. "Go slow, no need to rush Draco," you soothed lovingly.

He simply nodded at your kind gesture, taking a calming breath before starting again, this time not as flustered.

"You...you do not care about who I am. That I am the Malfoy heir, a long line of Purebloods. You push aside the fact that at times I can be rude, callous, and worst of all quite hurtful when I want to be," he said, his eyes moving to look at his arm which was still being held on by you. "The most important of these is you...You didn't laugh at me or anything of the like."

"Laugh at you," you asked curiously confused. "Why would I ever laugh at you?"

His eyes cast downward a bit till he looked back up at you, bringing you close so he could rest his face in the crook of your left neck. He breathed in your dazzling and oh so alluring natural scent along with the scent of your Hogwarts house (H/h) that somehow seemed to always calm him.

You both sat in silence for a few minutes just simply enjoying each others company in a world that was quickly crumbling down to the ground. He hums again, the feeling from his vocal cords soothing you as he pressed every closer to your soft chest. Then he finally began to speak:

"For who I am," he said talking slower than usual. "When I confessed to you I showed a side that if I told my Father I know I would be disowned. But you...you not only accepted this part of me you felt the same way."

You held him tight understanding what he was trying to say. The fact he was gay. The fact he put his whole reputation on the line to confess his love to you. Knowing that it could crash down on him if you confessed. Surely you would have told people that the Draco Malfoy confessed to you. But instead, you didn't. You accepted his love with a heart full of joy and hope.

He did the same and for the first time since meeting this lonely boy saw him genuinely smile after you also confessed.

A smile grew on your face fingers soothing still running over his tattoo. He pulled away a bit so he was able to look you in the eyes, but still very close. Glancing at your hand over his tattoo he looked up at you his face grew puzzled.

"Why do you always do that," he asked.

"This?" you said gesturing to massaging his mark. He nodded making you hum like he did. "Well, you call it a scar. And it reminds me of when my mother would massage my own in comfort. Telling the stories behind her own. I guess it just grew on me."

He nodded a smile on the edge of his lips now knowing you did so because you felt it helped him.

"We all have scars," you murmured laying you both back down on the soft bed as he curled against you with his head back in the crook of your neck. "Some you can see and some that are hidden deep down inside of a person. I can't start to imagine what kind lay inside of you Draco, but as a start, I will soothe the ones on your body until you realize it's okay to make mistakes and have things to remind us of them. For I love you no matter what you've done in the past and what you may do in the future. Just know that I love you and will always continue to love you."

"I love you too, (Y/n)" he whispered kissing your collarbone as softly as he could manage.

It was at that moment you realized scars were not something to ashamed of. They told the secret stories of a person's life. The hardships they have gone through, which they had obviously conquered and gotten past.

You knew he may never be able to accept the tattoo forever displayed on his arm, but with time he would accept the fact it was there. And it would forever stay imprinted upon his delicate pale white skin as a reminder of his past decisions.

Draco was just lucky you were always there to show him scars were blessings in disguise. For they reminded you of things you had gotten past. And every day until the day both of you died, due to old age and the curse of nonstop time, you constantly worshipped his fragile body that was littered full of scars.

~The End~

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Harry Potter OC - Amanda Bardsley

Newest developed OC! Amanda Bardsley is for the Harry Potter Universe. This changes a few minor canon details. But not much! I’m very proud of her! No art available for her yet! :) One day hopefully!

**WARNING: THIS INCLUDES SPOILERS FROM THE BOOKS AND MOVIES. DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN ALL EIGHT HP MOVIES OR READ ALL SEVEN HP BOOKS**

[THIS PROFILE IS INCOMPLETE]

                                              AMANDA BARDSLEY

General

Name: Amanda Bardsley Pronunciation: Ah-Man-Dah Bard-slee Name Meaning: Deserving to be loved. Worth of love. Name Origin: Latin Other Names: Pipsqueak Gender: Female Title: Ms. Birth Name: Amanda Catherine Bardsley Birth Date: May 25, 1980 Manner of Birth: Hospital First Word(s): Gogogogogogo (Go~) Death Date: Unknown Death Place: Unknown Manner of Death: Unknown Resting Place: Unknown Last Words: Unknown Dominant Hand: Left Astrological Sign: Gemini

Appearance

Picture: Unavailable Height: 5ft 5” Weight: 150 lbs Species: Human Race: British Blood Type: A- Skin Color: Pale Hair Color: Chestnut brown Hair Length: Half-way to waist (bob style in her first year) Hair Type: Bone straight Hair Style: Down Widow’s Peak: None Eye Colour: Brown Eyebrows: Thin and curved Face Shape: Round Facial Hair: None

Health and Image

Diet: Fruits. Vegetables. Meats. Dairy. Exercise: Amanda doesn’t exercise. Unless she has to. Fitness: Not in shape. Posture: Upright Dexterity: Not clumsy. But trips occasionally.   Reflexes: Slow. She can’t dodge quickly. Abnormalities: None. Handicaps: None Aids: Amanda starts wearing contacts at seventeen for her eyes. Medication: Inhaler. Amanda has a little bit of asthma. She has a cream for some eeczma on her leg. Augmentation: None. Imperfections: Amanda has a mole on her right cheek, and exzeema on her right leg. Broken Bones: Right hand and right leg. Reason for Health: Amanda doesn’t like exercise. She has a little asthma though she doesn’t carry her puffer around. Wardrobe: Sweaters and black pants. Black robes for school. Equipment: Her wand. Musical Instruments: None. Hygiene: Amanda showers, and sometimes forgets to brush her teeth. Makeup: None. Perfume/Cologne: None Scars: A scar on her arm from the Battle at Hogwarts. Another on her right hand that says “I must not tell lies.”

Voice

Volume: Excruciatingly loud

Psychology

Languages: English. Vocabulary: 25,000 words in English Memory: Good short term memory. Decent long term memory. Mental Health: Deteriorates as school progresses.

Character

Primary Objective: Make her mark. Get out of her father's shadow. Secondary Objective: Become a dragonologist Humor: Dry humor Regrets: Amanda regrets not saving Fred or Thomas despite the circumstances of their deaths being out of her control. Secrets: A secret crush on George. Amanda tells Ginny in fifth year, but no one else discovers this secret until she and George kiss before Bill and Fleur’s wedding. Creativity: Not creative Generosity: Amanda is generous when she has more than she needs. Honesty: Amanda is very honest to superiors like her parents and teachers. She’s also honest about why she does what she does, though her excuses never seem to justify her actions to teachers.

Preferences

Likes: Spiced food. Cake. Chicken wings. Dislikes: Rain. Snow. Swimming.

Combat

Strengths: Amanda is great at kicking people in the shins and punching them in the nose. Weaknesses: Amanda is weak with her wand. An injury in her fifth year weakens her even more.

Home, Work and Education

Abode: Hogwarts. Bardsley rundown Family mansion; passed down in the family for generations. Hometown: Brockenhurst Employer: Ministry of Magic/Muggle Relations Office Job Title: Liaison Officer Elementary School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry High School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Special Education: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Extracurricular Activities: She wasn’t involved any official long term extracurricular activities. However, she was in the dueling club in her second year formed by Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Gilderoy Lockhart. She also joined Dumbledore’s Army in her fifth year, formed by Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.  She joins the Order of the Phoenix when she is of age (seventeen; she blames herself for George losing his ear. She feels if she were there, she could’ve stopped it and wishes to add her own assistance to reduce damage done to innocents). Graduating Year: 1999 Study Habits: Starts out strong, stops studying and procrastinates the further into the semester she gets. Grades: It’s important to note that these grades are dependant on the class. Therefore, I’ve noted all her classes and her grades. It’s important to also note that she drops flying in her second year. These are her fifth year O.W.L grades:

Muggle Studies: O Originally, Amanda chose Muggle Studies because she thought it would be a really easy class, but she struggled in Muggle studies. She found the subject ridiculously difficult, and thought she would fail. When she got a O, she was very surprised and decided to pursue the subject farther. She

Charms: A Amanda struggled with Charms. She has a hard time enunciating many of the spells. She doesn’t continue to N.E.W.T level.

Transfiguration: P Same as charms. She tried hard because she liked this subject, but didn’t achieve near what she wanted. She had a hard time enunciating many of the spells. She doesn’t continue to N.E.W.T level.

Potions: P Same as charms.

History of Magic: D Amanda wasn’t interested in the subject. Her notebooks are full of drawings, plans to prank and kick Draco, etc.

Defense Against the Dark Arts: O Amanda enjoyed this class. She found it really interesting. She continued it to N.E.W.T level.

Astronomy: E Amanda worked hard at Astronomy and found it rather enjoyable. But she had no desire to continue it any farther. She continued to the N.E.W.T level but didn’t do anything with it.

Herbology: O Amanda’s father pushed her to do well on her O.W.L’s. She studied and achieved the O. She continued to N.E.W.T level but didn’t do anything with it.

Care of Magical Creatures: E Amanda worked hard, and spent a lot of time studying this subject. Hard work paid off and she went on to the N.E.W.T level She didn’t do anything with this subject.

Social

Father: Henry Bardsley Mother: Phyllis Bardsley Guardians: Aunt Eddie Siblings: Louis. Abbott. Thomas. Children: Fred. Emma. Max. Jacob.

Romance

First Love: George Weasley Love Interests: None. Marital Status: Married. Orientation: Straight Significant Other: George Weasley Flirtiness: Amanda doesn’t start flirting openly with George until Order of the Phoenix. She isn’t comfortable with her feelings, and doesn’t know how to respond to them. She’s also afraid he doesn’t feel the same way, and that she’ll be embarrassed. Turnons: Amanda is turned on by loyalty, and compassion, and bravery. Turnoffs: Facial hair Virginity: Not a virgin

Biography

Infancy (0-3): Amanda Bardsley was born on May 25, 1980 to Phyllis and Henry Bardsley.  Amanda received some attention from her parents and Aunt Eddie.

Childhood (4-12): Amanda spent most of her childhood in the company of her Aunt Eddie, a retired dragonologist, and her brothers Louis, Abbott and Thomas. According to Amanda, her brother’s taught her how to stand up for herself, and left her out of a lot of their activities which would result in a swift kick in their knees. She was often scolded by her Aunt Eddie for her behaviour, but continued to do so up ‘til her time at Hogwarts. When Ron Weasley called her a cheater, she kicked him in the knee. Later, Amanda apologized after beating up Draco on her way to detention and befriended Ron and Harry. Afterwards, she started a friendship with the twins over how to get back at Draco for bullying other students, and befriended Hermione after apologizing for calling her a know it all. The twins begin mocking her brothers.

Development

Personal: Amanda Bardsley begins her life at Hogwarts as a enthusiastic, violent young girl with no care for the consequences of her actions. According to her, the only reason she didn’t want detention was because “it took away from her homework time.” The twins teach her how to prank Draco in her first year, which redirects Amanda’s violence somewhat. Through these “lessons” Amanda becomes good friends with Fred and George, and is, as a result, often invited to stay with the Weasley’s over break and holidays. She starts receiving the famous Weasley Christmas sweater in her second year.

Amanda’s violent tendencies lessen over the course of the series though they never disappear. During the latter part of the series, she uses her wand occasionally outside of the classroom, and favors punching people in the face. Fred, George and other members of the Order of Phoenix help her with her wand skills prior to the Battle of Hogwarts. In the future, she will give these extra lessons and the help she received as a part of Dumbledore’s Army credit for her survival of the Battle of Hogwarts.

She has a tendency to babble when she’s a child at random moments. Over the course of the series, it also dims until the babbling comes out when she’s nervous or angry.

Amanda continues to challenge anyone who opposes her, and does so often with friends. Amanda and Fred are often challenging each other (he loves a challenge too. I didn’t know this until I read about it. That was long after I decided to add it to Amanda’s profile). During the D.A meeting, she sends a male student flying after he accuses her of cowardice when she refuses to duel him. Through all this, Amanda also continues to be bold. During Order of the Phoenix, she successfully pranks Argus Filch, members of the Inquisitorial Squad, and on occasion, Dolores Umbridge. After her close friends, Fred and George Weasley, leave the school she reaches out to other students and encourages them to be bold.

Amanda never loses her enthusiasm. But is rather lonely at school without Fred and George in her sixth and seventh year. George starts an “owl mail conversation” with her which he continues to do when she returns to Hogwarts in the 1998/1999 school year after the defeat of Voldemort. He and Fred buy her an owl for Christmas in her sixth year when her owl, Newt, pasess away suddenly a month before Christmas. The loss devastated her. She breaks down when she sees the new owl, stating “she never thought anyone would do anything this nice for her” and that “she had been having a terrible year and the owl made her feel better.” She throws her arms around George as she sobs. Fred makes fun of them for this for the rest of his days (AAAAA D’:). She named the bird Gred, a nickname the twins came up with in their third year when they received sweaters from their mother without the usual initials on them. It is noted that Amanda spent a lot of time with Fred and George over the holiday, though more with George. She never tells the twins that she’s lonely, though she suspected they knew anyway.

Amanda also loses her aunt in her sixth year. It takes her a very long time to get over this loss since her Aunt raised her because her parents remained focused on their careers. She leaves school temporarily to go to the funeral. George and Fred and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley along with some members of the Order of the Phoenix attend. This is the first time George holds her hand. It catches her off guard, but she does not push him away and this surprises her. She returns to the Burrow with Ron, Ginny and Thomas after Dumbledore’s death because she and her brother have nowhere to go.

The decision to join the Order of the Phoenix is not made until after the eight Harry’s. Amanda is devastated when George loses his ear and blames herself. She feels like if she had been there, she could’ve done something to help. Combining this with all development, she makes the natural choice to join the Order. On the morning of Bill’s wedding, George and Amanda kiss for the first time. She stays in hiding with George and Fred and the Weasley’s since she’s seventeen and no longer has the trace, and is a member of the Order. She spends extra time improving her charms and enunciation of spells, and reflexes.

Amanda returns to Hogwarts to fight the Battle at Hogwarts. She barely survives. She is devastated when she loses her brother, Thomas, and Fred Weasley.

Social: Hogwarts is the first time Amanda has friends who don’t ask her about her father. In the beginning, she avoids people who ask her about her father before getting to know her. She felt like people didn’t see her under as remnants of her father’s success.. Eventually, she uses the questioning to channel more friendships, and begins starting conversations and making more friends. Amanda also develops boldness minus her feelings for George which she keeps to herself until her sixth year when she finally tells Ginny. This is one of the few times she feels nerves, because her reasoning for keeping it a secret is to “avoid any kind of embarrassment.” She’s very disappointed when George doesn’t ask her to the ball in her fourth year, and stays only a short while because she doesn’t like dancing or parties.

During her fourth year, Amanda develops a crush on George. She brushes it off at first, as she had fleeting crushes on some of her other friends.

Physical: Amanda is described as short with bobbed black hair, big eyes and small hands. She grows a lot during the series. By the last book, her hair is halfway between the waist and her shoulder, and her big brown eyes are small. Her round face makes her look like she’s twelve. Her left leg is badly wounded from the events at the Battle of Hogwarts, and she retains a nasty scar.

IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER IN ACTION...there are some short stories available from her first year:

Daddy’s Little Shadow | The Seeds to Her Roots

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Dark As Mud: A Canon-Divergent Potterverse AU

Hermione had always been an intelligent girl and even an idiot could tell that rebelling against Lord Voldemort wasn’t just stupid but suicidal. And a clever Mudblood could still make a place for herself in his ranks, if she was especially clever – and Hermione was. She also never balked at a challenge. Maybe no one else of her blood-status and filthy Muggle origins had ever earned a full Dark Mark before, but no Mudblood had been as smart as her either, or as magically talented. She would simply have to prove herself more worthy than most and become the first. If anyone could do it, it was Hermione Granger.

The Dark Lord returned to power in the summer of 1992 when his servant, Quirinus Quirrell, secured for them the Philosopher’s Stone. Three first-year Gryffindor students had indeed gone down into the trap-door guarded by the three-headed dog on the heels of the Dark Lord’s last ally, had fought their way past strangling plants and living chess pieces and had out-reasoned a wall of fire. The last one of them had indeed seen himself holding the Stone in the Mirror of Erised, and then found it in his own pocket. But in this world, young Harry Potter dropped the Stone when he found it there, too surprised to do anything else. And while the protection of his mother’s blood saved his life that night, Voldemort was the victor of that confrontation; he fled from Potter as Quirrell’s skin blistered, but they fled with the Stone in their hands, leaving Harry lying insensate on the floor. And before Dumbledore could come and find him, the Dark Lord was already on his way to power once more.

Voldemort was frightened by what had happened with Potter, but because he didn’t understand it yet, he did nothing; he let the boy live, at least for now, ignorant of his importance. Not so Dumbledore, who tried to stand against Voldemort himself, knowing that Harry was too young and not yet ready; he underestimated the Dark Lord and he died, his wand – although Voldemort did not yet know its import – claimed as a trophy, as proof of his defeat at the hands of the world’s greatest wizard. And with Dumbledore gone and Harry yet a child who knew nothing of his destiny, there was no one who could stand against Voldemort, not truly. He summoned his Death Eaters and broke-open the doors of Azkaban to restore the loyal, and he took the Ministry before anyone could mount a defense to try and stop him.

Ron Weasley had the very unpleasant shock of his pet rat suddenly waking in the middle of the night with a squeaking shriek only to turn into a small, balding man who stole his wand and left via a hole blasted in the side of the Burrow, skittering back to his master’s side in terrified loyalty.

Draco Malfoy had the startling experience of his parents suddenly running all over the house in the middle of the night, refreshing the wards and raising all the protections before his father grabbed a set of robes that hadn’t been worn for years and fled, cowering and pontificating, back to his master’s side. For Draco at least his unpleasant experience was off-set by his delight in his position as one of the elite once the fighting was done and with Lucius never disgraced in the Department of Mysteries, the Malfoys had no fall from grace to suffer.

Harry Potter had the agonizing experience of waking in his small bedroom at Number 4, Privet Drive with a sudden, searing pain in his scar, although it would be several weeks before he understood what had happened. And even though he didn’t know anything about Prophecies yet, he immediately realized that he was living on borrowed time. If not for the unsigned letter written in cramped, spidery handwriting telling him in no uncertain terms that Dumbledore had been adamant that he was safer nowhere else than there, he would have packed his bags and gone into hiding that night. (It was just as well he’d stayed; his god-father would never have known where to find him if he had left his aunt and uncle’s house.)

And as for Hermione Granger…well, she read the story of Voldemort’s coup in the Daily Prophet but it wasn’t until she got back to school that she understood how much things had changed – especially for people like her. There were no slugs in this world when she learned what the word Mudblood meant; the slur’s first appearance in her life was in the Welcome Feast that the new headmaster gave. For while Quirrell himself was not by nature a blood-supremacist, he knew his master’s mind better than most, and he too knew he was living on borrowed time. As the only person other than Voldemort who knew that the touch of the Potter boy was anathema to their Lord, Quirrell was a marked man – in more ways than one, now. But he never told anyone where his new scars had come from, and he displayed his newer Dark Mark proudly, and he survived. So did Hermione; it was deemed a waste to execute or imprison every Mudblood in Wizarding Britain, and since Voldemort had so thoroughly won they posed no threat. As long as they behaved, did as they were told, never stepped out of line, they too survived. As did Hogwarts School, and most of its teachers, reluctant though many of them were to serve their new master. But nobody had any choice about that; it was too late to stop Voldemort now so the choice was either conform or die. Some chose the latter.

The world was a dark and dangerous place under Voldemort’s rule, and Hogwarts itself had changed greatly. It turned out students who were harder, colder, crueler. It taught prejudice and pain, and the students who survived the lessons learned them well. Voldemort needed soldiers after all; having taken his island homeland so easily, he now wanted more. He needed strong and loyal followers if he was going to conquer it, even those whose blood was less than pure. Even Mudbloods had their place serving the Dark Lord’s cause although none of them were ever exulted enough to join the ranks of the elite, Voldemort’s personal Death Eaters.

Hermione Granger was too smart to let herself be stepped-on like most Mudbloods. She had spent six years being indoctrinated with her own inferiority, but she wasn’t going to let her blood define her. She had quickly learned that it was a bad idea to outscore Lucius Malfoy’s precious pure-blooded son but her marks had still been the second-highest in the class – and could have been higher, if she’d been allowed to do her best. But now school was over, and it was time to stop hiding her talents. The Wizarding World was a grim, dark place that was full of violence and deception and death, that was true. The best a Mudblood could hope for was to find some useful, mediocre position that nobody else wanted where they could keep their head down and stay out of trouble, stay out of sight.

But Hermione Granger wasn’t going to just die in a gutter, no matter how filthy her blood was. She was the cleverest witch of her age, and she was going to prove that even if it killed her – or anyone else who got in her way.

Basic Verse Set-up:

Hermione, recently graduated from Hogwarts, is trying to make her mark in order to earn her Mark. She is currently employed as a part-time research assistant for the Department of Mysteries, a low-level job that involves doing all the tedious tasks that none of the better-blooded Unspeakables can be bothered with. She works hard even though she knows the job is beneath her; she is desperate to impress any high-ranking Death Eaters or Ministry officials she comes across with her intelligence and magical prowess. She is ruthless and driven and her pride wars constantly with her self-loathing, making her short-tempered. She is not above betraying a friend (just as they were taught to do at school) although her conscience still pricks her when she does – not that a Mudblood like her has many friends, of course, and most of them are almost as lowly as she is and thus not worth back-stabbing.

Options for Potential Plotlines:

An unofficial “support group” of fellow Mudbloods, half-breeds, and other undesirables who meet regularly at some grubby little pub (the Hog’s Head perhaps?) to commiserate with and sometimes assist one another.

A rebellion that Hermione can join, or betray, possibly started by the remnants of the Order of the Phoenix or possibly by extremist pure-bloods who do not like Voldemort’s pragmatic approach in accepting Mudbloods and werewolves and other filth into his ranks as long as they’re useful.

Since Hermione is a flunky at the Department of Mysteries, one day she might be sent to catalog some of the predictions stored in the Hall of Prophecies. She thinks it’s tedious make-work until she recognizes a very familiar name and, in a fit of bold curiosity, steals the small orb…

ALTERNATIVELY: Voldemort won earlier. Especially useful for Marauders Era Characters, whose fate in this war might have been different than in canon -- not dead, never imprisoned, etc. Hermione’s set-up is much the same, except that she didn’t have even one year she was could be top of the class without repercussions.

Interaction Notes: I am primarily interested in post-Hogwarts interactions in this verse.