#post war fred

[xx-alice-in-wonderland-xx]

Harry Potter Post Wizarding War Headcanons

Heads up - there’s angst ❤️

Draco has scars all over the part of his arm where he has the death eater mark from scrubbing and scratching at it all the time

Hermione only wears long sleeves and jackets to cover up the mud blood tattoo from bellatrix

George has never been the same - yeah, he’ll smile and pretend he’s happy, but he’s not. He’s dead inside.

Harry has PTSD. He has to have full security at their house (he triple checks the doors and windows are locked so no one can get it, he always makes sure his kids are alive and okay, he sleeps facing Ginny so he knows she’s still there, etc)

Luna is generally liked more than she was before the battle of hogwarts. People respect and appreciate her more

Cho has a son called Cedric. Yeah, she’s married and happy but she’s never moved on from him

Neville gets along really well with Molly Weasley (he respects her and appreciates what she did to Bellatrix)

On the topic of Neville, his parents have been able to smile and feel free for the first time in 17 years after Bellatrixs death

Narcissa will never forgive Lucius for forcing draco into being a death eater - he’s her only child and she would do anything even if it meant destroying the world for him

Draco doesn’t allow scorpius to see or even mention Lucius since he’s scared Lucius will try and drag him down the path he dragged draco into

Hermione can’t handle screaming (she gets visions and flashbacks of her screams when Bellatrix tortured her)

Ron has dreams where it wasn’t just Fred, Remus, dumbledore and Snape who died, everyone he knew and loved was dead

Hagrid still feels the weight of Harry’s ‘corpse’ when he carries heavy things

Harry keeps the sock he gave Dobby under his pillow to remember him

George gets called Fred by people a lot… let’s just say he never fails to cry each time

Harry has wands everywhere, like in the most random places

Draco didn’t used to have a patronus

His boggart is his father

Molly can’t even look at George some days

Narcissa calls and sends letters to draco daily to make sure he’s alright and Lucius hasn’t come back in his life

Dracos patronus is Scorpius

Hermione never looks at her parents the same

She feels guilty for erasing their memory of her

Ginny is fiercely protective of her brothers and parents (just like Molly), every Sunday they all meet up at the burrow

At all of the Weasleys weddings, they leave an empty chair at the dining table and the aisle for fred and even have a plate and glass out for him along with a picture of him on the table

They do this at home aswell

George doesn’t allow Molly or Arthur to change anything about his and Fred’s room even after he moved out. It’s the only thing he has left of fred

Draco and Harry are friends (quite close actually)

George keeps Freds wand with him at all times

Lily II and James II are the SPITTING IMAGE of Lily and James (it’s genuinely uncanny)

Fred II also looks like Fred aswell

Hermione visits Lavenders grave a lot and apologises for hating her for the thing with Ron

[channy111]

ashes and embers

pairing: fred weasley x reader, george weasley x reader (platonic)

word count: 1,950

warnings: suicide (not detailed), ptsd, grief, self blame, emotional trauma, hallucinations

authors note: this is truly something so please proceed with caution

i was never one for giving reassurance. love never came easily to me. when i met fred weasley, that all changed. loving fred was easy, fun even. he was all bright smiles and warm laughs, while i was cold and distant. i’d never cared much for feelings or emotions, but with fred, it was different. he taught me how to love. but now, after the war, he needs reassurance, and i’m not sure how much longer i can hold him together. loving fred used to be effortless, but now it feels like i’m grasping at fragments of who he used to be, trying to keep him whole when i’m barely holding myself together.

before the war, finishing work and coming home to fred was the thing i looked forward to all day. warm hugs, soft kisses, gentle touches. but now, i dread it. i never know who i’ll come home to—my fred, or someone i barely recognize.

this morning, i left before he was awake. by 7:30, i was already out the door. i needed time. fred, who once reassured me after every hard day, was now the reason i needed reassurance. the war took pieces of him, and i would trade anything—my heart, my soul, my life—to get those pieces back. to get him back. but he wasn’t the same. sometimes, it felt like mourning a ghost of fred weasley, even though he was still right there.

flashback:

i can still hear fred’s voice in my head, teasing me. “c’mon, y/n, don’t be such a spoil-sport! live a little!” he’d always say that, like he had no idea how dangerous life really was. he never took anything seriously, always making jokes at the worst times. and at first, i thought he was a fool for it. but then i started seeing the cracks in my own walls. seeing fred, so carefree, was like looking at a version of myself i had buried deep down. maybe i could be like him, carefree, spontaneous, and free from the constant weight of the world. but now, i don’t know if i ever could again.

end of flashback

on my walk home from work, i resolved to try again. fresh mindset. i can help him. he’s still my fred. or so i told myself.

“you’re back late,” he said when i stepped through the door. his voice was low, tense, but the same.

i

can

do

this.

“i’m sorry, baby. work needed me to stay late,” i said softly, almost pleading. “i sent you an owl.”

“who is he?”

“what?”

“don’t play dumb, y/n. i know you’re fucking someone else.”

my heart dropped to my stomach. “freddie, what are you talking about?” my voice cracked. “you’re the only one.”

he stepped closer, his face inches from mine. the man who used to make me feel safe now made me feel like a stranger in my own home. “i don’t believe you.”

i

can

do

this.

“you’ve gone mad,” i said, my words tasting bitter. “i’ve done everything i can to make you happy. how can you not see that? i’ve stood by you, fred. i’ve stood by you through everything. but i’m tired. i’ve been at work all day. goodnight, fred.”

and just like that, another night passed. another night spent wishing i could take his pain away. the silence between us was suffocating, each minute that passed feeling like a thousand.

the next day was the same as all the ones before it—until it wasn’t. when i came home, there was no accusation, no angry words. it was quiet. too quiet.

“freddie?” i called, once. my voice sounded foreign, tentative, like i was calling for a memory rather than a man. no answer.

“freddie, are you home?” nothing.

“fred, i’m sorry about last night, but don’t give me the silent treatment.”

the house was still. my tea sat by the sink, the blanket was ruffled on the couch, my newspaper untouched on the coffee table. everything looked the same. except for fred. fred wasn’t there.

as i approached our bedroom, a sinking sensation clawed at my stomach. it wasn’t just worry—it was dread. a deep, gnawing fear that something had gone horribly wrong. i pulled out my wand and carefully opened the door.

and that’s when i saw him.

no.

no no no no no.

this can’t be real.

the room spun, my vision blurring as i tried to force myself to breathe. fred was there, motionless, and in that moment, the world shattered around me. everything i had been trying to ignore, the pain and the guilt and the fear, came rushing back like a flood. he was gone. and i had failed him.

…

months passed. fred was gone. my fred. the funeral was over, and i was left with a hollow ache that refused to heal. he left two things behind: a letter for george, and a letter for me. george read his immediately, but mine sat on the coffee table, day after day, glaring at me like it held all the answers i didn’t want to face. reading it meant accepting the truth: fred was gone.

each time i reached for the letter, something inside me screamed to leave it unopened. because once i read it, i would have to face the fact that fred was never coming back. that i had failed him, failed to see the signs, failed to protect him. i spent my days replaying every moment, every fight, every smile, wondering if i could have done something differently.

his family tried to console me, but i knew they blamed me. how could they not? i blamed myself. i wasn’t enough for him. i couldn’t save him.

one day, i came home early. my boss had told me i needed a break, though i knew what he really meant. i wasn’t working hard enough. i wasn’t good enough.

when i unlocked the flat, fred was there. his back was turned to me, bent over a stack of paperwork at the kitchen table. my heart leapt in my chest, hope flooding my veins.

“i knew it,” i sobbed, dropping my things and rushing to him. “i knew you were still alive.”

he turned slowly, and my world came crashing down all over again.

“y/n…” he began, his voice cracking. “it’s me. it’s george.”

i froze. my breath caught in my throat. my knees felt weak. “you’re lying,” i whispered, my voice barely audible. “it’s you, freddie. it’s you.”

he stepped toward me, tears streaming down his face. “i’m so sorry, y/n. i’m so sorry for making you think that.” his voice shook. “i’m sorry.”

i collapsed into him, sobbing so hard i couldn’t breathe. he held me, but the warmth of his embrace felt like a cruel imitation of what i wanted. fred was everything to both of us, and now he was gone, leaving only pieces of what we once had.

the next time i saw george, his hair was brown. the uncanny resemblance to fred was gone.

george’s pov:

the next time i saw y/n, she was in the garden, laughing and twirling as if she were dancing with someone. when i called her name, she turned to me, her face lighting up in a way i hadn’t seen in months. “george! freddie and i were just talking about you. he thinks you should dye your hair back—you look ridiculous.”

i froze, my heart sinking into my stomach.

she glanced over her shoulder, then nodded as if listening to something only she could hear. “see? he agrees!”

i could feel the weight of my breath catch in my throat, my pulse quickening. i watched her smile, her eyes wide and unblinking, as if she were seeing him—really seeing him. Him.

her hand reached out, brushing the air in front of her. “freddie says you need to stop moping,” she whispered, her voice soft and delicate, like a child telling a secret. “he says you’re embarrassing him.”

i couldn’t speak. i couldn’t move. all i could do was watch her—laughing, twirling, lost in a conversation with someone who wasn’t there. she smiled like everything was fine. like everything was okay.

in that moment, the realization hit me hard. i wasn’t just grieving for fred anymore. i was losing her too.

[fabulous-fic-quotes]

His big brother wondered why they loved him for Pete's sake. And, he thought bitterly, they hadn't really given him any reason to believe that they loved him. And he felt even more miserable. And he hated that even more.

Percy had asked why they loved him. And it was breaking everyone’s hearts.

And Fred suddenly exclaimed:

"Because you're our brother. Of course we love you."

And Percy just blew:

"Oh".

But everyone, Fred and George probably more than anyone else, hated Percy's tone. As if he just realised now that his family loved him.

And suddenly, as if Percy hadn't already broken enough their hearts, he whispered:

"But then why you don't like me?"

Their mother choked back a sob, and their father murmured weakly:

"Oh Percy."

But Percy didn't seem to realise the emotional turmoil he was causing his family:

"Is it because I failed? Because I hate myself for it too".

And if Percy had turned round and cast a Cruciatus spell on them, it wouldn't have hurt so much.

Head down 'til the work is done - PrincessAngst

[slythereen]

FRED VASSEUR congratulates MAX VERSTAPPEN on 10 consecutive wins — Italian Grand Prix, Monza 2023

[norakelly]

April 30th- Goodbye

@hinnymicrofic

(I honestly don’t know why i keep writing these angsty stuff lol. I just hope they are alright. ALSO, this got a tiny bit longer than intended.)

There were not many funerals that Ginny attended to when she was young.

And that was before the war.

After the war, she got sick of funerals.

It was literally sickening that she couldn’t eat for the rest of the day.

Most of the families decided to hold the memorials at Hogwarts together; one by one, within several days. Each and everyone who lost their lives were respected by a mass crowd, and their names were carved on an honor wall; in gold cursive.

Fred’s funeral was a day after the joint memorial of Lupins’ and Tonks’.

And up until the morning of that day, her whole family seemed to be in denial.

Her mother didn’t utter a single word, and instead helped with the refreshment tables in the kitchen, where she reclaimed her comfort.

Her dad, along with the Order was working with Kingsley, discussing about the renovation of Hogwarts and the Ministry.

And George, locked himself in his dormitory room to which Bill, Percy and Charlie tried to break into and failed; out of the fear with the condition he was in. And at some point, George slipped a note under the door which said,

Don’t worry. Just let me be alone.

The funeral was a fog in Ginny’s memory. Maybe because she was crying so much that the whole service was a blur. Except for when she went up to the coffin to place a rose for the last time, she saw his face. The pain that pierced her heart at that moment was unbearable, that she fought the urge to hold and wake him up, and to strike him for playing a cruel joke on them.

But that was it; the last time she saw her big brother.

They closed him, and that was it.

A month in, while Harry was telling her how he’s thinking of moving to Grimmauld place, all she could ponder upon was about Fred; and how she had the time of her life there with the twins during her fourth year.

“-Ginny? - Hey, you there?”

Harry gently placed his hand on her knee to bring her back.

Shit.

“Was I spacing out again?-”

“-Don’t worry”

“Sorry- im sorry- I swear I was listening and-”

“-Its ok” he gave a comforting smile. “You want to tell me what it was?” He asked.

“No- um- it was nothing” she smiled nervously. “Forget about it— So, you were saying that-”

“Gin-” he interrupted.

“ I thought we agreed to fill in each other with everything yea? - well, -you haven’t still. And it worries me.”

Ginny breathed out.

She laid back on the grass, unable to lock eyes, as there was a chance she might cry. And he did the same.

“Its nothing important. Just I- I was thinking of Fred. And how i never got to say goodbye to him you know…”

“…..Yea”

Harry slowly turned sideways, to face her.

“And the thing is, you always think there’s this special magical moment that youre gonna remember- as the last time when someone close dies. Something symbolic, or whatever that bullshit is-”

She turned to Harry, not forcing the tears to stop this time.

“-And what fucking kills me is that I cant remember our last conversation- I try to think of it, to figure out if I ever said something that gave a sign on how much I loved him. But- but I cant. I knew him my whole life and I’m so, so pissed that I didn’t get to say goodbye..”

Harry held her hand, intertwining their fingers together through the grass, as she buried her face into his chest.

She felt relived now that she said it out loud; and Harry did too.

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

A Long Time Ago In A Galaxy Far, Far Away...

(Wes' "Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones in a Star Wars Movie Poster" T-Shirt)

(Fred's Fem!Boba Fett forearm tattoo)

(R2-D2, Darth Vader, & Yoda in the background of Sam's Photo)

(R2-D2 in the background of John's photo)

(An AT-AT Walker in the background of Wes' Instagram Post)

(Darth Maul in the background of this photo of Sam and Wes)

(Please do not re-post or share my video compilation/edit on any other social media platform. Thank you.)

[thefiresfromheaven]

The time has come, my friends, to say good-bye.

I have decided that it’s time to delete this account— along with the works that have been produced here— and start anew.

I will be reposting edited, revamped versions of all my work, as well as new projects that I have been working on for the last year.

For those of you that decide to follow me on my new journey— I so look forward to this adventure and can not wait to start posting.

For those of you that decide it’s time for us to part ways— I thank you, from the bottoms of my heart, for all the love, support, encouragement, and every interaction whether it was big or small. This blog has been my home for five year and even though I’m sad to see it go, I know that it’s time for growth and change. And none of that would have been possible without every single one of you.

Linked below is my new home, where I will continue to create worlds and build something for those who wish to share it with me.

Again, thank you all for everything. I hope to see you soon— and if I don’t just know that I wish you all the happiness in the world with all the gratitude I have.

With all the Love, Xx.

[waifu-napoleon]

Luise, about her and Frederick's get-together with Alexander in Memel 1802 (excerpts from a letter and diary entries)

"Our meeting in Memel was amazing. The two monarchs (Frederick William III. and Alexander I.) love each other dearly and sincerely, they are similar in their moralities of justice, love in humanity and support of anything good and pure. They also have similar tastes. Adoration for simplicity, hate for étiquette and the pageantry of royalty. Everything went how we wanted it to and it was good and that's how it will always be. My dear king sends you his regards, he behaved like an angel and was spreading enthusiasm, but the tsar did so as well. Oh how much I value this acquaintance!"

~ Letter written by Queen Luise to her brother Georg about the meeting with Alexander in Memel

It is noteworthy that this is one of, if not *the* only time that Luise actually compares her husband to literally anyone. She also wrote in her diary that they "had fun like children and jumped around and danced like happy little lambs" during a ball in Memel. Which is incredibly unlikely behavior for Frederick under any other circumstances. Her diary also read that "the Tsar did not enjoy forced étiquette. And that he preferred being alone with us and to have as many pleasant moments with me and the king as possible."

"He left, with big tears in his eyes, just like the king... [...] I could tell how much melancholy he had to endure when it was time for him to leave us."

~ diary entry by Luise detailing Alexander's departure

Their undeniable love for each other was also on full display when Luise suddenly suffered from pain in her lungs and difficulty breathing (speculated to be an early sign of her fatal illness) during a conversation with Alexander and Frederick. Alexander called for a doctor while Frederick lay her down on a sofa. Needless to say they were insanely worried about her and decided to have their afternoon tea right next to her instead of in the garden when Luise felt too weak to wander around the building even hours after she almost collapsed, something Luise was very thankful for and made her feel a lot better. After Alexander had left he actually sent her a letter asking her if her health was improving and wishing her a quick recovery.

I've also seen a source claim that after Frederick and Alexander had a private conversation alone in a room, Fred took Alex by the hand and walked over to Luise, proudly proclaiming that "this is a man of righteous moralities, who I am willingly bound to for the rest of my life." The spoken words have been confirmed but the hand-holding was only ever mentioned once. But my soft little heart wants to believe it happened just like that. Plus Alex and Luise were teasing Fred a lot because they enjoyed how shy he was. Relationship goals (if you ignore the political aspects because hoo boy, these three shouldn't work together as a job if they want to stay together)

Tl;dr: Alexander went to Memel with the intention of forming an alliance against Napoleon and went home crying over falling in love with the royal couple.

[commanderfreddy]

"nationality: pussy; religion: catholic" belongs on the GO DIE IN WORLD WAR 3 NOW! draft card

[spxnnets]

“Is that why you're here?” @spellcastcd / fred weasley

She had brushed past him into the flat, an easy gesture born of long acquaintance; in the last month or so, since she was released from St Mungo’s, the only reliable thing she has been able to fall back on is the fact that everything is the same. Nothing has changed, and if nothing has changed, she has nothing to be afraid of. If her and Fred stay like they used to be, she doesn’t have to think about her three physio appointments a week, or Oliver’s headstone, or Andromeda Tonks’ white faced grief. So she marches into the twins’ kitchen as if she still belongs there and flicks the kettle on and sets about making tea, muggle style, like always.

She resents him for the comment, for - as always - not going along with her little plan. He is calling her out, straightforward and blunt. He always does this. She glances over her shoulder, adding a hefty spoonful of sugar to her own cup, eyes flashing briefly.

“What, to see you?” she asks, fizzing with irritation, with repressed emotions that feel like they’re about to burst from her fingertips. “Am I not allowed to? Maybe I’m here to see George.” There are only two mugs, one for her, one for him. “Maybe you have better tea than I do.”

[hp-fanfic-archive]

Do You Need A Fan? by Jetainia Pairing: Fred/Draco/George Rating: G Word Count: 894 Podfic available here Read by: Jet_pods Length: 0-10 minutes Scorpius passes on an important piece of information to George without realising it. Tracey ships it. find the full podfic library here

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Chapters: 21/21 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Remus Lupin & Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Remus Lupin Additional Tags: Werewolf, harry is a werewolf, Fred Weasley Lives, Remus Lupin Lives, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Post-War Summary:

After the war, Harry goes camping on his own to get away from the media and the attention. But, something happens that he never expected. Harry is bitten by a werewolf. And now, going back to finish his education, he has to hide part of himself from everyone.

[astraystayyh]

Israel doesn't want to repopulate Gaza, you loveable dummy

Seriously, find one Israeli on this site who'll say otherwise. And no, quoting Ben Gvir doesn't count (assuming you even know who that is) anymore than quoting, say, Rudy Giuliani would count for anything, even though he supposedly spoke for the president of the USA for a time.

Hamas has 136 hostages. Including women, and actual literal babies, assuming they're still alive, that is. This could all have ended weeks ago if they'd fucking returned them. Israeli society would physically march on Benjamin Netanyahu's home and remove him in a coup if the hostages were returned tonight. But as long as they have Israeli people, and are unwilling to negotiate their return, that's an ongoing war crime. Is Israel evil for being a bull in a China shop trying to get back a "mere" 136 innocent civilians? Maybe. But Hamas started this and they can end it, they just don't want to. Please, justify that.

Hello, since you asked for one Israeli, here, I'll give you multiple statements:

Hundreds of activists at an Ashdod gathering in late November called for the reestablishing of Jewish settlements. “Let it be known that you support the appeal to renew Jewish settlement throughout all of the Gaza Strip. The nation is waiting for you”— Yossi Dagan, head of the Samaria Regional Council.

Israel “should fully occupy the Gaza Strip”— Heritage Minister Amichai Eliyahu, of the far-right Otzma Yehudit party.

An Israeli real estate firm pushes to build settlements for Israelis in Gaza. “Wake up, a beach house is not a dream” reads the ad.

Israeli Knesset member Limor Son Har Melech posted a video of herself in a boat with other settlers off the coast of Gaza. “Settlement in every part of the Gaza Strip … A large, extensive settlement without fear, without hesitation, without humiliation. This land is the land that the creator of the world gave to us.”

Israeli Settler, Daniella Weiss says Palestinians who live in Gaza, have no right to stay in Gaza.

An Israeli soldier saying that Israelis should start “investing” in Khan Younis.

Also why would the words of Ben Gvir not count? He is an elected minister, his words hold weight and they expose Israel’s clear intent to make Gaza inhabitable for Palestinians so that Israelis could settle in there— by destroying the infrastructures, making the health system collapse entirely, bombing entire residential neighborhood, Israel is trying to ensure that Palestinians wouldn't be able to return back to their land, because there is nothing livable left there.

And I'm glad you bring up all of this ending if the hostages were returned— Hamas tried to strike up a deal for the return of ALL the hostages, in exchange of the release of all Palestinian prisoners. Israel refused. You know why? Because this has never been about hostages and their safety for Israel.

There is a reason why Israel shot its own hostages when it mistook them for Palestinian civilians, waving a white cloth. There is a reason why the IDF called to shoot indiscriminately on Oct. 7, knowing that it could kill some of the hostages too. Because Israel wants to kill Palestinians, to "thin out its population" (or maybe we shouldn't take into account the says and actions of Netanyahu too ://). This is why it targets schools and mosques and hospitals and ambulances and refugee camps. Israel knows that if it does get all its hostages back, then there would be nothing to “justify” its genocide in Gaza (although, as UN Secretary-General said : "Nothing can justify the collective punishment of the Palestinian people. The humanitarian situation in Gaza is beyond words")

Israel is the only reason why the hostages aren't fred yet. THEY are unwilling to negotiate the return because they don't want to stop this genocide. What good is a five days ceasefire only for the bombings to return? Do you even realize how psychologically traumatizing it is to have a countdown of when your massacre would resume? The only acceptable deal is for Israel to establish a permanent ceasefire, something that it refuses to do. The only one to blame is Israel.

And you say Israelis would instigate a coup to oust Netanyahu, that's nice, then what? Will you return the land to its rightful people? Will you give back Palestinians their rights unequivocally? Will you call for the dismantlement of Israel that was built on massacres? The reason why Israelis are angry at Netanyahu is rooted in the unresolved hostage situation. Just because you don't support Netanyahu doesn't mean that you aren't a zionist who finds the murder of more than twenty thousands Palestinians justifiable. A young girl had her leg amputated with no anesthesia on the kitchen counter of her home and you talk about “Israel being a bull in a China shop”? You consider the targeted attacks on civilians as careless actions by Israel? It actually astonishes me how inhumane some of you can be.

And here is what Dr. Refaat, who was targeted and murdered by the IDF btw, had to say about this matter:

Whether it's Netanyahu or someone else, it does not matter because Israel as a whole is an occupation, one built on the bloodshed of palestinians.

And it is funny how you choose to distort history whichever way you like it, to regard October 7th as an isolated instance that happened out of the blue. Hamas didn't start anything, Hamas was created in response to the indiscriminate and careless shooting of palestinian civilians in the first Intifada, that was decades ago. October 7th was a resistance to an ongoing colonization, Israel started this when it displaced and murdered palestinians on 1948. None of this would've happened if Israel did not colonize Palestine. It has been 100 days of this ongoing genocide, wake up and stop deluding yourself into a reality where Israel is the victim.

[annonymouslyblonde]

[bccksmarts]

❧ Injury Prompts ☙

➤ @paddyfeet asked: "Drink this. It'll help you heal faster"

  The girl winced in pain, her face covered in little cuts and bruises, as well as her arms. Her face stained with blood ( nothing that a bath or shower couldn't fix ), her clothes too, for that matter. Sigh. All because they were pawns in an adult's game. The War, so to speak. Gods, it was almost as if they were playing wizarding chess with children as their pawns. Putting it into that sort of aspect made her want to throw up.

  Sirius had come up to her as she was tending to her own injuries, dabbing a damp cloth on her wounds to clean them up. She looked a mess, no doubt. Her curls everywhere, looking like a real bird's nest.. her clothes torn, stained, definitely ruined. Scourgify wouldn't fix that. Glancing to Sirius, who definitely survived when they went to the Department of Mysteries, had offered her a healing potion. He knelt by her side, watching her with steady eyes. He'd just tended to Harry, who also looked worse-for-wear. That's what you get when you put youngsters in front of a psychopathic maniac and win. Not many people, wizards or witches, could tell that tale.

  Exhaling a shaky sigh, Hermione reached out for the potion, winces coming from her as she finally had it in her grasp. She popped it open and gulped it down, trying not to look like she needed it like she needed air to breathe. Taking the last drop and removing the vial from her lips, Hermione's body relaxed. When did it last do that? Who knows. Breathing out again, she looked toward the man with gratitude in the mix of her chocolate gaze, ❝Thank you, Sirius.❞ She appreciated, offering him a small smile. ❝How's Harry holding up?❞ She asked quietly, leaning to take a look at The Boy Who Lived—Twice now. ❝I bet he's happy. Tired, but glad it's over.❞