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Prompt 28 - Skinny Dip

@jegulus-microfic March 28 Word count 1058

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Regulus woke with his legs tangled with James’s. He’d left a note for his parents telling them they’d had a lead in the assignment Voldemort had given them. In fact, he was certain that Remus was extremely close to their quarry. 

James stirred. He pulled Regulus closer to his body and buried his face in his chest. 

“Mmmmm, I could get used to this.” He peppered kisses all over Regulus’s chest. Regulus didn’t put up any fight, enjoying the moment far too much. 

“Come on. We’d better get up. We have a lot to do today.” He pulled away from James and stretched his whole body, which just brought James right back to him. “James, get off. We have to go.” He giggled as James snuffled into his hair. 

“No, don’t want to. I’m just gonna keep you here in this bed with me.” 

A loud banging at the door soon stopped them.

“Come on, love birds. We’ve got priceless heirlooms to destroy.” Evan called as he banged on Sirius and Remus’s door and his sisters. 

It took a while for all of the Thestrals to gather that morning. But eventually, they were apparating into the caves outside of Hogsmeade. 

They followed the Gryffindors into the forest as they knew where they were going. It had made more sense to go together this way than to walk up to Hagrid’s cabin, seeing as how they’d all ended up at Evan’s last night. 

Regulus held the small chest tightly in his arms. He wasn’t about to lose them now, not after everything they’d been through to get them.

It took less than an hour to get to the part of the forest the Marauders wanted to use. They stopped in an almost perfectly round clearing. You could feel the magic thrumming through the area. It was ancient and swirled around them. Regulus placed the chest in the centre of the grassy circle and unlocked it. The ancient magic reacted to the dark magic within. It became hostile. The forest around them darkened, blocking out what little light there was.

Remus stepped forward, pressing his hands against one of the trees that lined the clearing. Regulus stared in awe as the magic slowly backed off and formed a protective barrier between them and the rest of the forest. 

Remus smiled as he took his hands away from the tree. 

“Thank you.” He whispered. 

“What was that?” Lily asked the question the others must have been thinking. Well, Regulus, Barty and Evan. Everyone else didn’t seem so shocked. 

“Werewolf,” Remus shrugged. “I’m more in tune with the natural magics than most. The forest knows what we have, and it isn’t happy. I told it we have come to destroy them, so the forest is going to keep us contained in here until the Horcruxes are all gone. So please don’t try and pass the border, or you’ll be sorry.” He looked pointedly at Barty when he said the last part. 

Regulus tuned out whatever Barty had replied. He took the Gaunt ring out of the box and laid it on the grass. 

“Are you ready then?” He asked. They immediately formed a circle around him and watched as Regulus poured Basilisk venom from one of the vials onto it. 

A thick black liquid oozed out of it, and a blood-curdling scream. They all ducked for cover, pressing their hands to their ears. But nothing happened. When they looked back, all that was left of the ring was a twisted mass of blackened metal and the stone. Regulus cast a few spells over it. 

“The Horcrux is gone, but I don’t understand why the venom didn’t destroy the stone.” He handed it to James to take care of while he set up the next Horcrux. They could deal with that later. 

Next up was the diary. It reacted much the same as the ring had. There was, however, a lot more of the inky liquid seeping out, as though the notebook had been filled with writing that they just hadn’t been able to see. 

Regulus was glad they’d managed to gather as much Basilisk venom as they had, as it looked like they’d be using most, if not all, of it. 

Hufflepuffs cup twisted and melted into an unrecognisable blob, the fragment of soul shattering and dissolving into nothing. 

He held the diadem in his hands. It was truly beautiful he didn’t want to destroy it. But for the sake of the wizarding world, he had to. 

More Basilisk venom dropped onto the delicate tiara, and it spilt and cracked into three pieces before it melted as the wailing scream pierced their ears again.

Regulus reached into the chest and took out the last Horcrux. The Locket. He placed it on the ground and looked at his friends, who stood around him in a loose circle, pointing their wands at the Horcrux. 

“Last one. Are we ready?” They nodded, and he raised the final vial of venom. But before he could let a single drop fall, the locket opened, and his mother appeared before him. He stumbled backwards, somehow managing not to spill the venom. 

Walburga sneered at him. Her mouth opened, and Regulus knew whatever she was about to say would devastate him. 

Sirius blocked his view, grabbing the vial and pouring the entire thing into the open locket.

“Piss off you evil bitch!” He snarled. Walburga screamed in a vortex of black smoke before vanishing into nothing. The locket was gone. Obliterated by the amount of venom poured on it. 

They’d done it. All the Horcruxes were gone. Shakily, he got to his feet and was barrelled over by his friends as they all whooped and cheered in triumph. 

The forest’s magic let them pass, now happier. It pressed close, almost like a hug, before releasing them. 

They came upon a stream that fed a large pool of water as they walked back to the edge of the forest.

“Well, I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m going to skinny dip in that pool!” Barty cried as he vanished his clothes and dove into the clear water. “Come on, it’s refreshing, especially after that madness.” He jabbed his thumb back towards the clearing. The others looked at each other and, after a collective shrug, joined Barty in the pool.   

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[lettersfromthewindmill]

Chapter 17

Wanted to do my own diadem design 💙💙💙 Poor Helena 😢

[allofthelights11]

The latest piece of art created especially for Out of Time!

GORGEOUS art created especially for Out of Time by the immeasurably talented Talita Asami!

Out of Time is a 6th/7th year Horcrux hunt rewrite. It's a WIP updating 2x a week.

It's the third in a series, but is the primary work. The prequel works explore Hermione propositioning him to lose her virginity and their subsequent inability to keep their hands off each other. Lots of fun, but not necessary for plot.

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Hermione knew when the war comes, she should have certain boxes checked in advance. She didn't expect to fall for the person she propositioned, someone who only earned the role because he was (a) fit and (b) not a friendship she'd be risking with a good shag. Now they're hiding it from Harry, Ron, and everyone else, while Draco balances his growing obsession with Hermione alongside his mission deadline to allow a Death Eater breach of the castle. Featuring possessive and dangerous Draco, BAMF Hermione, jealous Ron, good friend Ginny, double/triple/quadruple agent Snape, good Slytherins (Theo, Pansy, and Blaise) and very, very bad ones, and a little T.S. Eliot. Still to come: ill-fated camping, snake encounters, and Horcrux hunting - complete with all the toxic infestation and mental poisoning the Horcruxes bring along for the ride.

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One thing I will always appreciate is the difference between Voldemorts reaction to the destruction of his horcruxes in the movies compared to the book.

In the books, he never becomes aware of the destruction of his horcruxes until much later, and that to me just made no sense. Like he never felt them getting destroyed? Literal pieces of his soul? I know he was all over the place but still.

In the movies, we see him react when they destroy Ravenclaw's diadem. He literally steps back in shock, gasping for air as if he had felt physical pain, even Nagini, his other living horcrux, withdraws into herself. It's what had made him even more paranoid the more time passed with Harry hunting his horcruxes down before that. When Nagini dies, his power collapses, and he has another physical reaction like it's just logical, and I love it so much.

I read once that Voldemort couldn't feel it because he split his soul too many times that it made him so unstable that he couldn't feel it anymore, if the creators could feel it that is since it's not acknowledged in the book like that, but it just- I don't care for that explanation.

I enjoyed that little addition they made. It made the connection between Voldemort and Harry deeper, and it made sense to have it in place to make him so much more paranoid in the movies, adding to his relationship to nagini which I thoroughly enjoy inspecting because of how protective, and caring he is with her, as someone like him could manage to be.

Sure, they have a lot of differences that I don't particularly care for, but that one is one I will always prefer over the book.

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Rowena Ravenclaw Aesthetic

[stabby-apologist]

What came first: the phoenix or the flame?

The circle doesn’t have a beginning.

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HAPPY NATIONAL RAVENCLAW DAY!!!!!🦅💙

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Affected

Art by Alex Copeman on Instagram

Ravenclaw’s Diadem Marvolo Gaunt’s Ring

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Prompt 18 - Instrument

@jegulus-microfic March 18 Word count 740

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They wandered through the deserted corridors of Hogwarts Castle, after Sirius and Remus, up to the seventh floor. They stopped beside the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy and his disastrous attempt to teach trolls ballet. 

“Right, everyone stand still and try not to think anything too hard,” Sirius ordered as he started to pace back and forward, muttering under his breath with his eyes screwed shut. 

Regulus opened his mouth to ask Sirius what he was playing at when a door began to materialise in the previously blank stretch of wall. 

Sirius stopped moving and grinned at the others. “May I introduce you to the Room of Requirement!” He gestured proudly at the door behind him. He flung the door open, and they filed in. 

The room beyond was enormous. Piles of broken furniture towered to the ceiling in precarious piles, and mountains of other lost treasures and broken objects littered the room.”

“It’s like a dragon’s nest,” Lily said, awed by the amount of stuff in the room. “A dragon that hoards rubbish instead of treasure.”

“Pretty shit, dragon.” Barty cackled as he peered into one of the closest piles and drove his hand into the middle of it. 

“Barty, you’re gonna knock it over!” Evan cried as he uselessly fluttered his hands in the air, not wanting to touch Barty in case he caused the pile to topple. Barty pulled his hand back, bringing with it a strange horn-like instrument.

“I always wanted a Dissimulator, but father wouldn’t let me get one.” He blew on the end, and a loud, obnoxious blaring sound emitted from the end of the horn along with puffs of green and gold-coloured smoke. 

Regulus stormed over and took it from Barty’s hands.

“No,” He said angrily. He went to throw it as far as he could into the room, but James grabbed it from his hand before he could. 

“Don’t be mean, Reg,” Regulus turned and glared at James. 

“If we don’t stop him now, he will play that thing until the day he dies just to annoy us.”

“He’s not wrong.” Barty snickered, not expecting to get his new toy back. Regulus grumbled. 

“You can have it back once we have the diadem and are safely back at Rosier House.” When he didn’t get any objections, he continued. “Right, do we all know what the diadem looks like?” Everyone nodded their heads, full attention on Regulus. “Okay, It’s somewhere in this room, so let’s find it.” 

They split up, searching their sections for the adornment. 

“Regulus!” Remus called across the room. They all immediately rushed over to where Remus had stopped. There, on top of an old cupboard worn by the bust of an unknown warlock in a dusty wig, sat the diadem. 

Regulus, Remus and Lily took over, forcing the others away so they could check for curses. Lily cast a few more charms that Regulus and Remus hadn’t thought of and decided together that it was probably safe to pick up. 

“I mean, it hasn’t been hidden very well, and it’s not been placed carefully. I feel like he might have been in a rush to get rid of it.” Lily thought aloud as Regulus reached to take the diadem from the bust.

“Helena could probably sense it and was trying to find him,” Pandora added, looking sadly at the beautiful tiara. 

“Bit sloppy, though,” Evan said as he squinted around the room. “Plenty of better hiding places to hide it in here, that,” He pointed at the bust. “Is a shit place to leave it.”

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again—“ Barty started saying. 

“I swear if you say arrogant bastard one more time, I’m going to curse your dick off!” Regulus said over his shoulder at his friend. Barty moved his hands to cover himself and closed his mouth before quietly going to stand behind Evan. 

“Oi, don’t use me as a shield!” Evan complained.

Regulus turned the diadem over in his hands. It was definitely Ravenclaws. Engraved on it was Ravenclaw’s motto, ‘Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure.’ He pocketed it. 

“Let’s get out of here before we’re caught.” 

They cast their disillusionment charms before they left the room of requirement apart from James, who threw his cloak over himself again, and they left the room exactly as they found it less one diadem and to everyone’s, apart from Barty’s, disdain a Dissimulator.    

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Aesthetics for my fanfics, part 1

Wit Beyond Measure

Teen & Up, Major Character Death, ~14,000 words

The ghost of a young woman haunts Ravenclaw Tower. She speaks to few living beings and keeps her secrets carefully hidden away, but she lingers nonetheless, watching over the school through the centuries. This is her story.

[wotocher]

Double-check that the Galleons, Sickles and Knuts you're donating really are going to free the House Elves or save a hippogriff, and not funding Horcrux manufacturing.

Falling for scams does hurt people, actually

TW: Human trafficking, SA, torture, discussion of scam farms

I see a whole bunch of people arguing that they would rather risk giving to a scammer than ignore someone's gofundme. I also see people saying things like "I can't believe some sick people are profiteering off genocide" and like, me neither, but I feel like you guys really don't understand who actually runs these kinds of scams and what they are.

Scams of noticeable scale-- like scam asks being sent from hundreds of accounts to every user on Tumblr!-- are typically related to organised crime in poor countries, not Susan from Milwaukee who wants a new coat and has no scruples. People get trafficked by gangs to scam farms in Asia and Africa where they're worked to the bone and tortured trying to get idiots in wealthy countries to part with their money. Genocide profiteering is pretty much the least evil thing these people do.

Here's a UN article on it. Obvious warnings for content related to human trafficking and SA.

When you donate to a scammer, you fund these organisations and give them a reason to exist. It's possible some of the fundraisers are legit. I honestly find it unlikely given I'm not seeing any from any other countries where urgent fundraisers would seem to have great reason to exist but which haven't captured the same level of attention on Tumblr-- the number of Sudanese, Congolese, Ukrainian, Burmese or Uyghur fundraisers in my DMs is a fat 0. In any case, there are safer ways to help.

If you want to help (which is great!) you don't have to take the risk of paying for human trafficking. Donate to legitimate charities which have the resources to safely and effectively ensure the money and help is getting to the right people. Funding human trafficking rings in Myanmar is not a good risk to be taking while trying to help.

[doubtspirit]

Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem, Horcrux | Harry Potter

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