#pottertalia

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[A little Chibitalia x Holy Roman Empire Hogwarts AU quick doodle, happy pride month to the small gays I cried over]

[Hufflepuff Italy and Slytherin HRE 💛💚]

[coeur-de-fruk]

Ravenclaw Sweden commissioned by @ask-pottertalia!

[rosenmadchen]

Pottertalia AU.

[aphfroghat]

Pottertalia norden in this blog? More likely than you think

[cande1abra]

Professor England Pottertalia rambles #2

Ok, so professor England teaches in Hogwarts but he would absolutely ditch using quills and partchment in favor of notepads and pens.

Muggleborns and halfbloods look at him in awe and shock to see their professor pull out a typewritter in the middle of class and purebloods just tilt their heads in confusion on what the fuck kind of foreign contraption did their professor bring this time??

England would totally be doing both government work and teaching at the same time. He goes to his office, finishes his lesson plan and then whips out his trusty typewritter and does his reports.

He wears muggle clothing during the weekends.

He keeps muggle snacks in his office that he offers to students sometime. Most of them were given to him by America.

Many muggleborn and halfblood students frequent his office just for tea and candy.

There were definitely some poor pureblood students that he got addicted to muggle snacks.

Some people think he's a muggleborn because of his muggle habbits and extensive knowledge of the muggle world.

He would either be a History professor or a guidance counselor.

Let's be real here- Hogwarts needs a guidance counselor.

He's an excellent duelist.

He has an affinity to using wandless magic and is really skilled at it.

Would definitely share his wandless techniques to anyone interested.

The students (most of them) are fond of him.

Teachers think he's odd but nice.

[olympeline]

Interesting results of my Pottertalia polls. Also, behold! My choices revealed hehe

The majority of the fandom seems to be in agreement on Slytherin Arthur, Gryffindor Alfred, and Hufflepuff Matthew. Only Francis divides opinion though Ravenclaw got a small lead.

[lumierew]

[hws-em]

This is my Pottertalia Adina. I tried my hardest, it took around 90mins/2hrs.

[hetaliaheadcannonsthatineed]

Uh, so I have this headcannon where Alfred (America) is in Ravenclaw and Mathew (Canada) is in Slytherin, actually I remember there used to be an au blog with something similar. I think it got deleted though.

[hanna2014]

The name “Salazar Slytherin” came from the dictator Antonio Salazar who ruled Portugal, so I made POR wear a snake dormitory robe...🇵🇹🐍💚

[shepherd-of-the-stars]

Secrets Only the Stars Know

Gift to @orbitinghetalia for the Rusame gift exchange 2022! Prompts were Pottertalia, fluff, and secret relationship with a preference for Nyo!Ame and Russia as supportive loving partners.

Would like to note that I don't know ANYTHING about Harry Potter and had to recruit a few friends for help. But I have been told that Hogwarts is located in Scotland?? So for the sake of "I don't want to deep dive how they ended up at Hogwarts," they will be immigrants or something. Or like second gen. Anyways, enjoy

Word count: 2446

Summary: Before the two part ways for Christmas break, Ivan gives Amelia a little gift

Rating: T for one curse word lmao

Link to ao3 in notes

It smelled like Ivan. 

That was the only thing that Amelia could think about as she made her way through the darkness with his hand at her back—guiding her. She took a deep breath, breathing in the scents of the green and silver scarf tied around her eyes. There was the scent of leather, cinnamon, and… she laughed.

“Ivan, your scarf smells like wormwood” —her lips turned at the corner— “I wonder why that is.” Amelia didn’t need to see to be able to view the shame in Ivan’s eyes. She could sense it. 

“I’ve already admitted that you were right. Is that not enough, my princess?” His teasing earned him a firm stomp on the foot, but because Amelia couldn’t see, it saved him the little punishment. 

“I think not! I failed that assignment because of you. You almost ruined my grade! And my hair.” She gave a soft huff as she remembered how Ivan’s mistake had turned explosive and nearly set her on fire. The classroom—on the other hand—did not have that mercy. Even with the professor’s quick magic, their failed Draught of Living Death had left char marks on the walls of the potion room bad enough that they had to stay after class to clean it up. 

“Have you forgotten that I saved you?” 

“I wouldn’t have been in a situation that needed saving if you would have simply listened to me, you stubborn snake.” 

“Loud-mouth lion,” Ivan muttered under his breath. But Amelia had heard it. 

She retaliated with a backhanded smack in the chest, and Amelia smiled as she heard him give out a satisfying grunt of pain. “I heard that.” 

Ivan let out a breath as he rubbed at his sore stomach. Then he said in a strained voice, ���are you forgetting that I am your eyes? That I can just leave you here?” 

“And are you forgetting” —Amelia turned to him with that mischievous grin again— “that I can simply… take it off?” She giggled as she lifted the scarf from her eyes, but she was only able to catch the smallest glimpse of grass and leaves in the moonlight before Ivan quickly pulled the fabric back down and batted her hands away. 

“Stop it. You’ll ruin the surprise!” There was almost a pout in his tone and Amelia couldn’t help but giggle some more. 

“Alright alright, I won’t look.” She folded her arms across her chest and leaned her body against his. “Just promise not to lead me into a lagoon or something.” 

Ivan let out an amused grunt before he brushed her bangs from her forehead and lay a chaste kiss on her temple. “Of course,” he whispered in that gentle voice of his. “I promise.”

Amelia felt herself growing flustered. Years of dating did nothing to dull the effects of Ivan’s voice. And to think that years ago, she thought that his voice could be compared to that of a troll’s. 

What started out as a fierce rivalry had taken a turn in the opposite direction after a brutal quidditch match. Amelia had accidentally slammed her club into his chest as she was aiming for the quaffle, and as a result, Ivan had nearly cracked his skull open as he plummeted to the ground. Gryffindor won without Ivan to defend the Slytherins, but Amelia couldn’t celebrate when she knew it was an unfair victory. Before she knew it, she was at his bedside with roses and an apple pie, and it was all downhill from there. 

They had fallen for each other so quickly, but because they were in rival houses, the two lovebirds snuck around like criminals just to see one another. It was why Ivan had chosen to take her through the woods in the middle of the night to give Amelia her Christmas gift. And it was possibly why Ivan had found the need to blindfold her. But Amelia had a feeling that Ivan had done that just to spite her. 

“Are we there yet? It’s been ages,” she grumbled. Amelia was much too impatient for surprises, and as much as she trusted Ivan, being blindfolded and taken through the woods in the dead of night was beyond unnerving no matter who it was guiding her. 

Ivan reached out to take her hand into his then gave her a comforting squeeze. “Count to ten, then we’ll be there.” 

So she did, because she trusted him. 

She counted to ten, and when she reached ten, they stopped, and Ivan’s arms left her. It turned cold without him by her side, but Amelia could feel that he was still there. 

“Go ahead,” he urged. 

Then slowly, Amelia lifted the scarf from her eyes. She blinked rapidly to get used to the light again, then her eyes landed on the soft smile of her boyfriend standing in front of a sparkling lake. His hair was almost silver under the moonlight and she couldn’t help but admire how handsome he looked with that gentle smile of his. Her eyes then followed his hand motions down to a large rectangular box, wrapped in brown paper, then she pouted. 

“This is my present?” 

Ivan froze and glanced to the side, confused. “Well… yes. You have to unwrap it.” 

Amelia breathed in a deep breath as she closed her eyes, and when they opened, she looked at Ivan with flat lips. “You really do have warts for brains, don’t you?”

Ivan glanced off to the side once more like he was missing some part of a joke and the answer was hidden somewhere in the trees. “I… You haven’t even opened it and you don’t like your gift? I assure you, if you would just open it—”

“Ivan, that isn’t the point! It is wrapped.” She took a step closer with her hands on her hips. Her laughter was becoming harder and harder to contain, but she restrained herself just so she could see Ivan’s flustered and bewildered reaction. 

Ivan looked again at the wrapped box on the ground, silently urging it to give him a hint what his girlfriend was talking about. But the large box remained silent and stared back at him mockingly. “Did you” —he furrowed his brows, gesturing awkwardly at the gift laying in the grass— “did you not want me to wrap it? I don’t—” He trailed off, his voice rising a pitch above his normal voice as his confusion mounted. “Is it the wrong color?” 

“It’s wrapped so I can’t see it!” Two little giggles escaped as she held up Ivan’s scarf that had been covering her eyes. 

It was almost as if she could see the gears in his head slowly turning. Then at last, Ivan parted his lips and let out a very, very intelligent, “ah.” 

Her laughter exploded from her chest with such force that it startled the owls in the trees, but Ivan remained silent as his face turned a dark shade of red. The gift had been wrapped. Even without the blindfold, she still would not have been able to see her gift. He had wasted all that time and effort leading her through the academy and the woods just to take her to a box she still couldn’t see. Ah, perhaps he did have warts for brains. But seeing that infectious smile spread across her face and watching her bend over in laughter made it all worth it. 

“Alright alright, ha ha, laugh it all out.” His voice was drenched in amused sarcasm as he pulled her into his arms and held her tight as if to squeeze every last laugh out of her. “Yes yes, I have the wit of a toad, it is all very funny, ha ha.” 

He lay a kiss on the top of Amelia’s head, then at last, her laughter simmered down. “God, I love you,” she giggled as she wrapped Ivan’s scarf back around his neck. Then, using the scarf as leverage, she pulled him down and stood on her toes to kiss him. 

“Even if my skull is empty, you will still love me?” He smiled as he brushed her hair out of her face with the gentlest touch. 

“Even if you’re the stupidest man on the earth, I will still love you. Unless” —she looked down at the gift with one raised brow—”you got me a stupid gift.” 

“I assure you, when you see what I got for you, you will be singing your praises.”

“That confident, are you?” 

“Oh I am very confident.” 

“Then we shall see.” She popped up to give him another quick peck on the lips before squatting down to inspect the wrapped box. 

It really was large. Almost six feet in length and a foot tall and wide. Almost like—

“You didn’t,” she gasped as she turned to look at him. Ivan simply smiled and looked away. 

It had taken only seconds before she was tearing at the paper like a rabid animal until she got to the wooden box hidden underneath. And when she ripped open the lid of the box, she let out a shriek of excitement so loud that it could have been heard back at the school. “The Firebolt Supreme!” 

Ivan barely had the time to react before Amelia tackled him to the ground and smothered him with kisses. 

“Oh I love you, I love you, I love you! God, I love you!” She let out another ear-piercing scream as she hugged Ivan so tight that he let out a breathless choke. He had to pat her several times on the back for her to finally let him go, and for him to see his girlfriend’s tear-stained face. 

“He wouldn’t let me buy it,” she blubbered, wiping away her snot and tears with her scarf. “That bastard shopkeeper said it doesn’t belong in the hands of a mudblood. I almost strangled him, I—” She grit her teeth at the memory of that wretched old man and reached out to strangle his invisible neck. 

“Well, lucky for you your boyfriend is a pureblood.” Ivan stretched out on the grass under Amelia and folded his hands behind his head. “I would like to see him try and deny me business. My father will have his entire shop burnt down.” 

“Oh you’re so cute when you’re evil,” she cooed. 

“Is it evil, or is it deserved?” 

“Deserved.” Amelia mirrored Ivan’s smirk. “I’m going to hover in front of his shop just to spite him. If he wants to take it back, well, he’s going to have to catch me first.” 

Hopping off Ivan’s lap, she plucked the broomstick out of the box and tested out its weight in her hands. For something with such power and speed, it felt light as air in her grasp. The dark handle was smooth, and the silver bipod glinted in the moonlight. It was simply perfect and she felt her eyes welling up once more at its beauty. 

For once, she found herself to be speechless. Amelia always knew what to say, but she was silent as she mounted the handle and hovered above the ground on it. It held her so steadily and it was almost as if she could feel the magic pulsing through the wood. 

She slowly circled around him, once, twice, three times, and Ivan turned to watch her until his head grew dizzy. Then with an exhilarated squeal, she shot into the air and blasted across the clear lake with such force that it split the water at the surface. 

It was perfect. 

Flawless! 

She shouted into the night sky until her voice grew sore, then as she was finally beginning to settle her heartbeat, a flash of blue whizzed past her. 

It was Ivan on his Starsweeper, and while that broomstick was possibly the most stunning one to look at on the market, it just wasn’t fast enough for her liking. 

“Having fun?” He flew closer to her until their knees bumped together, and close enough for him to sneak in another kiss. 

“Yes, I’m having a great deal of fun” —she whispered the words against his lips before jabbing her finger against his forehead and gently pushing him away—”without you.” Then with a mighty kick, she shoved Ivan’s broomstick several feet away from her, making Ivan scramble to catch his balance again as he spiraled towards the water. Amelia knew that the Slytherin’s best keeper would be able to handle a little kick, yet she still watched him just in case her boyfriend needed a bit of saving. 

Several feet below her, Ivan steadied his broomstick and looked up at her with amused vengeance, and Amelia stared right back with fluttering eyelashes and an innocent grin. “Sorry darling, I lost my balance.” Her voice was pitched like the one she used when asking professors for an extension on an assignment, and there wasn’t even an ounce of regret in her tone.

“Of course,” he said smoothly. Little by little, he flew closer to her, but knowing his game, Amelia backed away. “Now, what kind of partner would I be if I didn’t… help you.” 

He lunged towards her then, reaching out to grab her broomstick and knock her out of balance like she did him, but with a quick little turn, Amelia slipped out of his grasp—the sleeve of her black robe just barely grazing Ivan’s fingertips. 

“Dear oh dear,” she said in that posh, mocking voice she faked when she was being dramatic, “oh it is so hard to control, this little thing. I am dreadfully sorry.” But she wasn’t, and Ivan knew it. 

He tried again to reach her, but there was a reason the Firebolt Supreme was the best on the market. Amelia dodged him time and time again, each time being only slightly out of his grasp to tease him. And before they knew it, the two were chasing each other across the lake with uncontainable laughter. The air that whipped around them painted their cheeks pink and their ears red, but neither of them cared. 

It wasn’t until they grew sore from riding did they reluctantly end their little game. They walked back instead of flying because it gave them more time to be together—more time for Amelia to hold his hand, and for Ivan to steal kisses. When they reached the school, they shared one last kiss before parting ways. And when morning came, they would act as rivals again. But in each little jab and quip, there would be just a bit of magic between them that only they would know about. 

Their secret little love. 

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How well do you get along the other hufflepuff students ?

The Hufflepuff dorm usually doesn't have as much drama as Slytherin and Gryffindor, though I get bored sometimes and sneak out after curfew with Indo and Mal. . . Maybe poking the giant America Mochi wasn't a great idea

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oh yeah, should share my Pottertalia story

[snarkyhetalian]

Try um. Look up artsy ways to hold pens.

I gave in, so here’s something to set the mood.

And here’s something not suitable to ruin lighten up the mood ffff

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Fuck you (drops pottertalia norway)

[cande1abra]

Pottertalia rambles #3: Scotland edition!

It's a small brainworm that I've had for a while now, but basically Scotland is a Unicorn handler!

Hogwarts called him over to rent a Unicorn for Care of Magical creatures. Probably set around book 5.

The chosen Unicorn is one specifically bred to tolerate males.

My personal headcanon is that Unicorns have a gene that makes them avoid human male pheromones and hormones.

So Scotland chose one that lacked the gene and bred more Unicorns that don't have the specific gene.

The gene exists for the Unicorn's protection though, so Scotland still trains them to look out for signs of aggression regardless of gender so the Unicorns can avoid people with bad intentions.

Scotland is very gentle when handling the Unicorn and encourages the students not to be pushy or loud lest they frighten the Unicorn.

The Golden Trio and most other students understand and follow instructions.

Draco does not. What did you expect?

Instead of attacking, the Unicorn just casually trots behind Scotland.

Cue Scotland coaching Draco on how to properly approach Unicorns.

Draco doesn't care. He's like a kid who likes to tease/scare cats by stomping his foot next to them.

Scotland lets his temper get the best of him and puts Draco in his place and puts him in a timeout from the lesson until he stops being rude.

He also demands a 2k word essay from Draco about why etiquette is important.

Overall, the students have a blast hanging out with the Unicorn.

Until Umbridge arrives and oversees the lesson.

The Unicorn is visibly uncomfortable and it worries Scotland.

He knows his Unicorns well, and the one he brought was the most tolerable and affectionate one he's ever raised.

Of course he starts to get warry around Umbridge.

He writes to England and Wales about the shady DADA professor.

Cue an investigation.