#parvati patil edit

[originalwitchedits]

LAVENDER BROWN X PARVATI PATIL (HARRY POTTER)

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of Parvati x Lavender.

Requested by: anon.

[torturedpoetskywalker]

HP Sapphic Microfics 2023

It's been a long time Padma last heard Lavender's laughter, since her sister's death... - Padma Patil/Lavender Brown

wc: 80 | ao3 | hp sapphic microfics (@sapphicmicrofics): day 28, laughter | fandom: harry potter | rating: general | warning: major character death | tags: femslash, established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, sad with a happy ending, grief/mourning, alternate universe - post-canon, parvati patil dies, lavender brown lives

[too-matcha-a-good-thing]

"My dear, we are slow dancing in a burning room."

Dark Masquerade!AU, Draco/Parvati

for day 3 of @hpshipuary

[hp-soulmates]

💞 HP Soulmates: R3D String Edition - August Weeks 1 & 2 Roundup 💞

Sorry for the delay! Here’s the Roundup for Weeks 1 & 2. We will be trying to post a Roundup every two weeks, so there will be another one coming this weekend. Please enjoy the first set of some amazing fics!

~ HP Soulmates Mods 💞

💞 [Fic] Invisible String (Tying You to Me) by MidnightStargazer | @midnightstargazer 💞 (T, Lavender Brown/Parvati Patil, 2.3k)

Week 1: Red string | lightning era | fate

In the aftermath of her breakup with Ron, Lavender uses a divination ritual to reveal the red strings of fate and find her soulmate, desperate for a partner who can be trusted not to break her heart.

💞 [Fic] Clear The Clouds (& Your Doubt) by SquibNation10 💞 (T, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, 3.7k)

Week 1: Red string | lightning era | fate

Ron was proud of his girlfriend. Hermione Granger was among the top researchers in the Department of Mysteries. But then he finds out what she's researching...

💞 [Fic] Ink Stained Heart by GimletSour | @gimletsour 💞 (M, Pansy Parkinson/Harry Potter, 5.4k)

Harry’s got a one-way portkey to California and a date with a pretty girl lined up. Who knew finding your soulmate, even fourteen years late, could work out so well? ~ This is a direct sequel to Ink Stained Skin, and will feature Harry’s POV. I highly encourage you to read that one first!

💞 [Fic] Tied To Me With Crimson Knots by DrWhoIsGinnyHolmes | @drwhoisginnyholmes 💞 (M, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, 2.4k)

Week 1: Red string | lightning era | fate

Harry’s fingertip laid bare, an unconnected hand, a silent thing, no red string in sight. Draco’s was bound, to a Muggle, once bright. But darkness came, and shadows spread. Voldemort’s hand left the Muggle boy dead. In that moment, fate took a twist, A red string formed on Harry’s wrist. From enemy to friend, perhaps to lover, Their destinies entwined, one to discover. Poem written by p0intless_p0et

💞 [Fic] Expelliarmus Red by Poljupci | @poljupci 💞 (T, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, 1.3k)

Week 1: Red string | lightning era | fate + Wildcard: Cross gen ship

Harry could have figured it out sooner if he dared to pay more attention. Maybe things could have ended differently, then. But like this, when the realisation comes while looking into Voldemort's eyes and waiting to be killed, the only thing he can do is accept that they've doomed themselves from the beginning.

💞 [Fic] Catch The Snitch (& Win Me Too) by SquibNation10 💞 (T, Cho Chang/Ginny Weasley, 3.5k)

Week 2: Rival Soulmates | rare pair | second chances

Ginny Weasley wished the world would stop bringing up her past. She just wanted to play for her favourite Quidditch Team. Cho Chang feels the same.

💞 [Fic] midnight train by prima_vera | @girl-with-goats 💞 (M, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, 6.5k)

Prompts: Fate | red string | second chances | soulmarks

Onboarding the midnight train in search of his client's soulmate, Harry Potter doesn't expect to find his own childhood friend—and soulmate.

💞 [Fic] The Thousand Acres Between Us by MarinaJune | @sailtomarina 💞 (M, Marcus Flint/Hermione Granger, 8.3k)

Week 1: Red string | lightning era | fate

Reunited after years apart following the war, Hermione can immediately see there’s something different about Marcus Flint. The boy she thought she knew came back a man, one she’s more than willing to reconsider. He’s older, obviously, broader, mysterious as always, and, most baffling of all, interested in her?

💞 [Fic] Seeker Practice by Poljupci | @poljupci 💞 (E, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, 1k)

Prompts: Rival soulmates | soulmarks & tattoos | snitch

Harry Potter is a good Seeker. The fact that catching their snitch of a soulmark gets both of them all hot and bothered is just some extra incentive.

[dhr-ao3]

Understandably Confused

Understandably Confused https://ift.tt/ql1ptrU by Hannahgold37 Hermione finds herself a bit lost. No parents, her friends moving on to create their own families, and struggling with what she truly wants in life. All she's certain of is that the moniker of "Golden Girl" has lost its shine and she's done playing nice. Golden has gotten her nowhere. Draco finds himself stuck in his own rut. Ex-Death Eater, Unspeakable, and bored out of his fucking mind. All he's certain of is that the "Golden Girl" is not herself and for some damned reason, he's incredibly bothered. ____________ EDIT: Please do not post my work on any other platform. I will not permit bookbinding or posting my works on Goodreads, Wattpad or any other website. No beta reader (as of yet). Please be kind as this is my first fanfiction in over 10 years...Fair to say: I'm rusty Words: 1484, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood, Parvati Patil, George Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Fleur Delacour, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Weasley Family (Harry Potter) Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini, Parvati Patil/Ron Weasley, Angelina Johnson/George Weasley, Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Katie Bell/Alicia Spinnet, Seamus Finnigan/Dean Thomas Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Childhood Trauma, BAMF Hermione Granger, Harry Potter is a Little Shit, Ron Weasley Bashing, Protective Narcissa Black Malfoy, Good Narcissa Black Malfoy, Hermione Granger is Bad at Feelings, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Morally Grey Albus Dumbledore, Aged-Up Character(s), Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Flashbacks, Hermione Granger & Theodore Nott Friendship, Hermione Granger & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter Friendship, Childhood Rivalry, Amortentia Potion (Harry Potter), Oblivious Harry Potter, Oblivious Draco Malfoy, The Golden Trio, Minor Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/YPb8Ga7 July 13, 2024 at 10:31PM

[pickinglilahs]

My Boys Ch 5.

AO3 link, Chapter 1 Ch 4; Ch 6 (2.1 K) I cannot tell you how hard it was calling him Malfoy instead of Draco. This feels so much better now.

The eighth-year friend groups sort of... merged after that.

Hermione and Draco were often found consulting one another on homework. Seamus and Dean had taken to showing Greg 'controlled' explosions. Blaise and the Patil twins could often be found discussing their past travels and where they would like to visit in the future. Ernie, Terry, and Theo bonded over the lack of drama in their common room and started placing bets on... everything really.

Haze floated from group to group. They talked philosophy with Neville and Luna; Quidditch with Dean, Seamus, and Greg; Muggle v Wixen travel with Blaise, Padma, and Parvati; Bet on Seamus and Dean's relationship with Ernie, Terry, and Theo.

~~~

It was Thursday before Draco asked if Haze wanted to work on the project again. Haze readily agreed, even though Hermione wouldn't be able to make it this time. So, Haze and Draco set off alone to find a quiet corner in the back of the library after Potions.

They talked softly about the potion they had been making and made fun of Slughorn's awful commentary as they made their way and set down their things. Draco pulled out his notes and Haze waited patiently—albeit a touch nervously—for him to start.

"I wanted to thank you again for the memory." Draco finally looked up at them. "I cannot tell you how valuable it is to my research."

Haze gave a small smile and shrugged. "Glad someone's getting a use for it."

Draco smiled back, understanding the sentiment. "I must admit, seeing the memory the way you remember it, finally having the whole picture, it made quite a few things fall into place for me."

Haze cocked their head, not quite understanding.

Forging on, "Memories are funny things. They are shaped by our understanding of the world, tinted by our emotions, blurred by our expectations. That's why memories are hardly ever used in trials, they are too unreliable. Too susceptible to unconscious editing."

Haze was beginning to understand but was also becoming even more confused. "So, seeing my memory showed my intentions, even when I couldn't voice them."

Draco nodded.

"But if my memory is 'tainted' by my own feelings or whatever, how does that show you the whole picture? My memory is just one side of the coin."

"Yes." Draco smiled at Haze's frown. "There is your side, my side, and the truth. Which, according to the saying, lays somewhere in between." Draco folded his hands atop his notebook and leaned over them, as if to impart a secret. "The incredible thing, though, is that your memory hardly seems 'tainted' at all."

Haze blinked, uncomprehending.

"You've seen other people's memories before, correct?"

Haze nodded slowly, not knowing where this was going.

"And did they seem blurry? Stilted? Too fast or too slow? Like certain parts seemed to be unclear or forgotten?"

Haze thought about it.

Dumbledore's had never been like that; they had always been as clear as watching the telly.

Slughorn's had been muddy, especially the part he had changed. There were parts where the conversation seemed to speed ahead or slow to a stop.

And Snape's... His had cut around, showing flashes and clips; none of it solid. As if they had been fleeting thoughts contaminating the message he was supposed to deliver.

Haze tried to focus. Getting sucked into those memories this early in their session wouldn't do anyone any good. So, with a great effort, Haze pulled himself out of his mind, pushing the memories out on the same breath as, "I've seen a few. Everyone seems to remember things in a different way. Focusing on different parts of their memories."

Draco nodded. "Exactly. Most people only remember what's important—or, more accurately, what they think is important—and not the whole picture. You," he emphasized, "remember everything."

Haze frowned. "What do you mean?"

"My memories are fuzzy and imprecise. When I tried to watch mine, I could barely see anything and half of it was missing. But yours," Draco paused, collecting his thoughts.

He had realized that talking of that specific memory was probably dangerous territory, so he switched gears.

"If I were to look at my own memory of this conversation, I would see us sitting here talking. If I were to look at your memory of this conversation. I would be able to make out the texture of the table; the fly-aways in my hair; the words on the page of my notebook; every word we say complete with the inflections and facial expressions. Your brain captures moments like a camera."

Haze's eyes unfocused as they thought about it. They were able to recall every word in Draco's notebook without looking. They could recall every single word they had shared since leaving potions. But-

"Why can't I recall everything then? I sit down for tests and forget half of what we learned. I go to write essays and have to look up information we've already read or discussed. If my memory is perfect, why do I have gaps?"

Draco's brows furrowed, head cocking. "Not sure. Maybe it requires focus? Intent? If you just skim over the readings, they don't really sink in? But things you put your full focus into, things your brain marks as important, are captured down to the last detail."

Haze considered this. It was a reasonable explanation but didn't bring them any comfort.

"So, my brain marked all of my most traumatic experiences as important, and now I get to relive every last detail. Wonderful."

Draco's brows scrunched in concern. "Surely, you remember good memories too. Like that wonderful opening dance at the Yule Ball."

Haze groaned as his mind flashed back to that night. The awkward steps and uncomfortable feeling of the whole hall watching. "Merlin. That was awful." In his mind's eye, he could see himself dancing with Parvati. See her face and the way his body tensed. See the expression on each person's face as they watched.

Distantly, Haze heard Draco's chuckle. Heard him say something else, ask a question.

Haze's mind, though, had focused on the face of Alastor Moody. The face of Alastor Moody that was being worn by Barty Crouch Jr. The face that was hiding at the back of the crowd, taking a swig from his hip flask.

Suddenly, Haze was back in that office, the night of the last task. They were back in the maze. In the graveyard. Seeing their parents.

The hailstorm of memories assailed him all at once. Every detail of every moment, all at once. Haze sank into themselves, trying to hide, to block it out, to survive.

Phoenix song swelled from underneath the storm of memories, growing gradually louder. Haze latched onto it; gripped it like a lifeline. The more they focused on the music, the easier it was to ignore the memories.

They let the music wrap around them, cocooning him like a hug. The music morphed into something else. Or maybe Haze was registering that it was not pheonix song at all.

The melody was soft, gentle, almost like a lullaby. There were words, too, but they must not have been English, because no matter how hard Haze listened, the words meant nothing to him. Regardless, Haze tried to bury themself in the sound, wanting to feel the vibrations in his bones.

A chuckle interrupted the sound. Their body moved with the short laughs as it had vibrated with the music. Eyes flying open, Haze froze.

Assessing, they suddenly found themselves back in their own body, in Draco's lap, face buried in his chest. The two must have been on the floor as Haze was sitting on Draco's crossed legs, their own wrapped behind his back. And, perhaps most shocking of all, was Draco's arms wrapped around them, chin resting on top of their head. He had one hand tight around Haze's waist and the other carding through their hair.

The song resumed and Haze couldn't help but sink into it. It was a lullaby, French from the sound of it. Draco's beautiful voice flowed over him, warm as his touch. Haze could feel Draco's chest rise and fall as it vibrated with music. They wanted to crawl inside of him, to live in that feeling.

Haze couldn't muster the shock at how lovely Draco's voice was, nor how strange it was to feel so comforted in his arms. All they could do was cement this moment in their memory.

Every note.

Every breath.

Every place their bodies touched.

The way Draco's fingernails gently scratched at his scalp.

The way their own breathing synced with his.

The way their heartbeats kept time.

When the lullaby came to its end, Draco fell silent, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he called a soft, "Haze?"

Not quite able to speak, they squeezed their arms tight a moment to let him know they were listening.

"I... I think I broke your music player."

Haze jerked back to look up at him. He wouldn't meet their eye, looking sheepishly to the side. Haze turned his head—they were in fact on the floor beside his chair—and held out his hand. The Walkman floated down from the table, and they smiled at it.

He had popped the lid open.

Looking up to make sure Draco was watching, Haze carefully shut the top and pressed play. Picking up the headphones, he carefully set them over Draco's ears and watched as his eyes went wide.

Smiling, Haze sat as Draco's hands—both on their back now—began to twitch to the music, as if Haze's spine was a piano, and he was playing along.

When he started humming along, Haze set the player on the floor, careful of the cord, and tucked himself back under Draco's chin. Haze could feel Draco's humming reverberating through their own chest. Paired with Draco's fingers on his back, he felt like he was the piano.

~~~

And that was how Hermione found them when she came to get them for dinner an hour later.

She debated on just leaving them, but Haze hadn't been eating or sleeping as they should. Besides, she acknowledged, it was highly unlikely Draco would have been able to work the player by himself. Nor would he put the headphones on himself if Haze needed them.

Decided, she knelt and placed a gentle hand on Draco's upper arm.

He jumped.

Which made Haze jump.

They both whorled on her and she smiled. "Dinner."

Haze blinked for a second, then nodded. They turned back to Draco, gently taking the headphones before stopping the music.

"I assume it's dinner?" Draco asked, having been unable to hear her before.

She nodded at him. "I almost left the two of you. You looked so..." Cozy. Content. Comfortable. "Peaceful."

Draco gave her a hesitant smile, ears turning pink. Haze felt the blood rush to his own face, but it wasn't nearly as noticeable on their darker complexion.

Disentangling themselves, the two stood and gathered their things. Nobody spoke on the way to dinner, but they were all obviously thinking about the scene in the library.

It had been so easy, natural.

Not that Draco hadn't panicked when he realized he'd lost Haze. He had knocked his chair over his haste to round the table and kneel at their side. When calling for Haze and tapping his face hadn't worked, Draco recalled the music player, knowing exactly what pocket it was in.

He had balked at all the buttons and cursed himself for not asking how it worked before they'd started. Unable to make out the words around the buttons, Draco had pushed the largest one and hoped for the best.

He had almost cried when the device seemed to break in half.

Panicking, not sure what else to do, Draco's mind had produced the lullaby Maman used to sing to him when he had nightmares as a child. Humming the melody—a little frantically—he had tried to recall how it started as he pulled Haze onto the floor with him.

Haze, for their part, had seemed to lunge towards the sound. They wrapped themself around Draco and clung for dear life. When he finally recalled the lyrics, he'd felt himself relax with the familiar melody.

He had wrapped himself around Haze who, in turn, nuzzled into him. It almost felt like they were trying to crawl inside of him. A chuckle had escaped him at the thought and Haze had stiffened in his arms for a moment. Cursing himself silently, Draco had resumed his singing and Haze had relaxed into him once more.

As terrifying as it had been, Draco was... almost glad to help Haze. To be able to share that song with them. After everything the two had done—in general, and to each other—this felt like they really could move on. For once, Draco didn't feel held down by the past.

For once, he felt light.

@bradley-95147-blog @shyshadows430

[hoggleswart]

for lavender: 🏹, 🖤, ⬛ !

would  your  muse  ever  kill  and  why?

this  is  an  interesting  question  for  me  when  it  comes  to  lavender.    lavender  fought  in  the  war,    but  i  don’t  think  she  ever  fired  the  killing  curse.    dumbledore’s  army  taught  them  defense    &    that’s  what  she  used,    and  she  often  wonders  if  that  was  the  reason  for  her  downfall.    realistically,    it  wasn’t!    girl  still  would’ve  suffered,    but  sometimes  there’s  no  rationalizing  with  what  ifs.    lavender’s  arc  right  now  is  built  around  her  need  for  revenge;      to  kill  the  person  that  turned  her  into  a  wolf.    she  is  betraying  the  same  people  she  fought  side  by  side  with  because  this  vendetta    /    this  thirst  for  what  she  sees  as  justice      (    life  for  a  life,    and  her  life  was  taken  as  far  as  she’s  concerned    )      has  become  so  ingrained  in  her    &    yet,    realistically?    whether  she’s  capable  of  that  or  not  is  completely  uncertain,    because  she’s  never  had  to  before.    she’s  so  lost  in  the  plan,    she  hasn’t  considered  what  has  to  happen  for  it  to  come  true  if  she  gets  her  chance.    only  time  will  tell  if  the  answer  to  this  question  is  yes  or  no.

can  your  muse  be  selfish?

incredibly,    but  it’s  never  with  intention.    lavender  has  the  ability  to  be  selflessly  loyal  to  those  who  matter,    but  if  you’re  not  in  that  circle,    you’re  not  her  priority.    it  very  much  boils  down  to  the  quote  tink  was  not  all  bad;    or  rather,    she  was  all  bad  just  now,    but  on  the  other  hand,    sometimes  she  was  all  good.    fairies  have  to  be  one  thing  or  the  other,    because  being  so  small  they  unfortunately  have  room  for  one  feeling  only  at  a  time.    obviously  lavender  is  not  a  fairy,    but  i  do  think  she  feels  emotions  very  intensely    /    very  deeply,    and  that  usually  only  allows  her  to  focus  on  one  at  a  time    &    when  she  does,    that  emotion  has  a  habit  of  consuming  her.    it  becomes  her  main  focus,    and  that  often  leads  to  her  acting  impulsively  with  her  own  benefit  in  mind  rather  than  anyone  else’s.    this  has  possibly  worsened  since  the  war  due  to  lavender  isolating  herself  from  those  that  used  to  bring  out  the  best  in  her,    such  as  parvati  patil  and  other  gryffindors.

what  are  some  bad  traits  your  muse  might  have?

pessimism  is  a  big  one.    it  never  used  to  be  a  part  of  lavender’s  personality.    hogwarts  -  lavender  always  liked  to  look  on  the  brighter  side  of  life,    but  she’s  a  sulky,  little  madam  these  days,    and  she  will  be  the  first  to  find  the  worst  in  a  situation  rather  than  the  best.    as  far  as  she’s  concerned,    she’s  just  being  more  realistic.    bad  temper  is  another;      lavender  might  be  in  her  late  twenties,   but  she  can  sure  throw  a  tantrum  like  a  child  if  something  doesn’t  go  the  way  she  wanted  it  to  go  and  believe  me,   when  she  does,   she  intends  to  make  it  everybody’s  problem.    not  just  hers.    there  are  a  few  others  that  might  not  always  be  as  obvious  as  the  main  two  such  as  impatience,    saying  exactly  what  she  thinks  without  considering  the  tactful  side  of  it  and  being  stubborn  as  hell.    once  lavender  has  her  mind  set  on  something,    it  won’t  change,    even  if  she’s  wrong.    this  is  the  type  of  girl  that  would  edit  a  wikipedia  page  just  to  win  an  argument.    all  in  all,    she’s  flawed    &    has  no  intention  of  changing.

[iliveinnarniaandstudyathogwarts]

If Hogwarts had social media part 18

Parvati Patil

[nuttytani]

❝oooh, no, harry, remember your tea leaves!❞ — parvati patil

[asharches]

PARVATI PATIL

Harry Potter aesthetics A-Z

“‘I’ll be her friend as long as I don’t have to borrow that cardigan.’ Parvati whispered to Lavender, and both of them collapsed into silent giggles.”

[kamiiri]

more students!

[aliferousdreamer]

hp picrew dump 2/3 (in order tonks, fleur, lavender, parvati, cho, angelina)

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picrew maker is @shiyyuki

[a-song-of-quill-and-feather]

Effie Potter - Relationships

*Lavender and Parvati fancasts come from the brilliant brilliant mind of @juliaswickcrs*

Taglist: @reykenobis @perfectlystiles @wokenhardies @zeleniafic @eddysocs @foxesandmagic @raith-way @fyeahnevilleslongbottomsocs @honeyandsunflowers @jewelswrites-ish @akabluekat @anna-phora @booty-boggins @stilynskii @bitter-post-millennial @lokitrasho @ocfairygodmother @jokebat66 @noratilney {wanna be added?}

Harry Potter Taglist: @notanannoyingfangirl @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle @bravelittleflower @hughstheforcelou

[durgaa]

➢ @WIZARDINGWORLDONLINE EVENT 07: BACK TO HOGWARTS | side characters 

“[Parvati] looked very pretty indeed, in robes of shocking pink… [Padma] was looking just as pretty as Parvati in robes of bright turquoise” ― Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Daniel Radcliffe 

p.s. yes my wife @elizabethsbenet​ did bully me into participating in this event. yes i love her for it. here’s a very rushed, not too complex edit of padma and parvati patil, the indian witch twins but book version. i decided to bring about justice for the travesty that is the film’s yule ball costumes. just, no. (oh and the names are their signatures that i found on the wiki, i thought that would be cool) anyways, while i was perusing wedding clothes, as i’m sure every desi does, i found this practically perfect replacement for the revolting orange and pink lehengas (can they even be called that ??) from the movie. if you agree, like and rb !! (ew that rhymes) 

[cosmicbuckleys]

HARRY POTTER NAME MEANINGS: 02

“people generally see what they look for and hear what they listen for.” - harper lee