#sneeking around hogwarts

[lulublack90]

Prompt 13 - Moon

@wolfstarmicrofic October 13, word count 250

Sirius had never tracked the moon before. He’d never seen the point. But over the last few months, he’d noticed something odd. Remus always seemed to be sick or visiting his sick mother when the moon was full. 

Remus had excused himself earlier, mumbling something about a stomach ache, and disappeared through the portrait hole. Sirius had waited until the rest of the castle was sleeping and, borrowing James’s cloak, snuck down to the silent hospital wing. 

He checked every bed and the private rooms at the back twice. Remus was not in the hospital wing. He ended up waiting the rest of the night, falling asleep on one of the visitor chairs in the corner, just in case Remus had gone for a wander. 

He was startled awake when Remus stumbled in, held up by Madam Pomfrey. He watched in horror as Madam Pomfrey bandaged the deep wounds spread across Remus’s body.

“Take your potion, dear,” Madam Pomfrey said gently as she patted Remus’s arm and drew the curtains around his bed. Sirius waited until the medi-witch was out of sight before he snuck behind the curtains. He stared at his sleeping friend. He looked exhausted like he’d been awake all night. 

It took him longer to put all the pieces together than he cared to admit. But even though he was almost completely certain that his sweet, quiet friend was a werewolf, he wasn’t scared at all. He was still Remus after all, but now somehow even cooler.  

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Creatures Lie Here - Sneak Peek

Synopsis: The Noble House of Gaunt burned from the inside out... || A Hogwarts Legacy story ||

Warnings: None

A/N: Just shouting out into the void here. Would anyone like to see this continued? because if not, then I doubt I have the strength to write it. OC is not the playable character of the game. This sneek peek is a flashback that takes place before the HL storyline.

"Monster,

How should I feel?

Creatures lie here

Looking through the window"

The Slytherin common room wasn't as cold as most would suspect. Not even on winter nights such as this. Likely it was slightly cooler than the other common rooms, but Hogwarts was a school after all and there's hardly a point in freezing the students every December through March.

There were plenty of fireplaces to heat the place and a plethora of enchantments to keep the heat circulating. It was comfortable. And quiet. A great place to sort out one's self after a few less than pleasant dreams.

Screaming.

Ominis always dreamt of the screaming. And the pain. The pain would never leave him.

It was always so silent and serene in the common room, however. He didn't have to listen to the screaming - only the soft sounds of fish outside the windows. He liked to count them as they passed by. The oppressive weight of his family's cruelty couldn't touch him here - so long as he was alone anyway. Though, the only time to be alone was after hours.

His favorite sofa directly behind him, Ominis tucked his wand away and, with a miserable groan, flopped onto the leather cushions. It was nice to be dramatic every once in a while. Perhaps Sebastian was rubbing off on him.

"Bad dreams, Ominis?"

Her voice rang out from one of the window alcoves across from his sofa.

Ominis shot upright, brandishing his wand. It could detect the objects around him and separating people from furniture was usually quite easy as people were rather prone to moving. Even without it, Ominis knew when someone was about him. He could hear their breathing. But not hers.

He couldn't hear her breathe.

Though he did hear her shift. Her neck popped two or three times as she turned her head to look at him. Disgusting.

Nothing about her was quite right.

When once he'd asked, his best friend had told the Gaunt boy what that girl looked like - he'd described something close to a corpse. Thin, pale, and skeletal, with sunken eyes and jet black hair. "Just a smidge too pretty to be an inferius," Sebastian had often joked.

Evelyn was her name. A rather beautiful one. Ominis had never thought it fit. Perhaps she was beautiful, but her voice rasped and broke - as though her vocal cords were ancient frayed ropes, covered with dust. Everything about that girl sounded so... delicate - constantly on the verge of falling apart. It was unsettling.

"Relax," Evelyn hummed and always there was that lazy smile in her voice. Something about it still sounded so wrong - so barren. "We're all friends here, are we not?"

The way she emphasized 'friends' betrayed the notion of anything but.

"I hardly know you," He stated coolly. The hour was far too late for him to bother with manners.

A dry, harsh laugh escaped her then. Singular and sudden. "No? We've only been going to school together for four years now. In the same house, no less."

"That hardly means anything," He huffed. "You don't talk to anyone."

"No. I don't, do I?"

That question raised another.

"Then why speak to me?" He demanded. Still, he strained to define where she was. That girl was somehow... dimmer than anyone else.

"Why indeed."

It was her spine this time, cracking in multiple places as she stretched. It was as though her entire being were trapped in a perpetual state of atrophy, yet somehow incapable of ever truly decaying. The way her joints snapped every time she moved, the way her voice rasped like the grain of wood worn raw - even that stomach-turning tendency she had to twirl her wand between those far too thin fingers. He could hear the wood rubbing against bone through her skin when she did that and it never ceased to impress upon him the need to vomit - worse than any of his, or heaven forbid, Garreth's, concoctions in potions.

Ominis waited, suppressing a gag and she sighed.

"I think the two of us have a lot in common," She answered, finally.

"Really?" Ominis chuckled, sour on his tongue. "Such as?"

"Eh-" He imagined she waved a hand dismissively. Her wrist cracked. "Sleeplessness, bad dreams, a terminally guilty conscience - take your pick."

His grip on his wand tightened. "Get all that from eavesdropping, did you?"

"Well, you do talk in your sleep," She said, the rustle of her robes reaching his ears as she shrugged. She was still fully dressed.

Ominis scowled. "You've listened to me sleep?"

He could practically hear her rolling her eyes. "We've been going to school for four years, Ominis," She reminded him again. "You come out here often enough. Do you really think this is the first time I have?"

Chills racked his spine. The room wasn't all that cold.

"I don't... fall asleep out here," He claimed.

"Not intentionally."

Ominis opened his mouth to reply, but the clatter of footsteps on stone stairs interrupted him. He tilted his head toward the sound and sighed. Across from him, the girl's hips snapped as she swung her legs up and over the arm of the chair she sat in. Her signature in his wand's sense wavered strangely - flickering almost.

"Evenin', Fronz-y!" She called out.

A pathetic yelp sounded from the direction of the stairway. "What the- Lumos!" The voice belonged to Slytherin prefect Fronz Mortondell - a snide, impatient soul with an affinity for getting students into trouble for no reason at all. "You!" Ominis flinched. Did he have to be so loud this late? "What are you doing out of bed?"

"Listening to you ask me what I'm doing out of bed." The girl snickered. "And berating dear Ominis, of course."

He rolled his eyes. Whereas the back of his sofa would have hidden him from the prefect's sight, she just had to call him out. Lovely.

Fronz's pulsing presence drew closer and Ominis could detect the prickle of magic on his skin as the light from the prefect's wand illuminated him. He twiddled his fingers in a wave.

"Gaunt," Fronz all but growled.

"Mortondell." He sighed.

"And where's that little weasel you call a friend?" He snapped.

"I'd say he's with your girlfriend, but that would be an insult to his tastes," Ominis sneered.

"Come now," Evelyn giggled. "You know Fronz-y prefers men."

"That would require I pay attention to his affairs."

"Touche."

Fronz spluttered. "You can't talk to me like that! I'm a prefect!"

"You hear that, Ominis? We can't talk to him like that," The girl mocked.

"Never stopped me before."

"Both of you! Get to bed! Now!" Fronz's high pitched squeal demanded.

"What are you going to do?" Ominis drawled, now thoroughly annoyed. "Snuff out the candles on us?"

Evelyn's harsh peals of laughter were an oddly comforting sound.

Fronz huffed like a child. "Professor Sharp will hear about thi-"

"Petrificus totalus!"

The spell, like an icy spear, lanced past Ominis' right ear. A moment later, a rather hefty thump signaled to him that Fronz would not be getting up for a while.

Evelyn chuckled darkly. "That should shut him up."

He remained silent for a while, blinking in surprise.

"Well... if you weren't in trouble before, you certainly are now." He scowled and laid back down.

"Ask me how much I care," She snapped, mood suddenly quite foul.

"I won't."

"Good."

Worlds could have passed away between the moments which encased them in silence, though Ominis knew they were mere minutes rather than centuries. He broke the quiet with a question, one he'd been wondering about for a while. He didn't think she'd answer. The important part was asking. Politeness, composure - all things that could wait for the morning. He wanted to know what she'd do.

"I overheard Imilda note that you have your own dorm - that your door locks from the outside," He recalled quietly. A fish swam by the window but he didn't feel the need to tally it for once. "Why is that?"

"I suppose Professor Black merely wishes to keep my half-blooded filth from contaminating this - our most noble house of Slytherin, eh?" A chuckle, bitter and rasping, forced itself from her chest. Sarcasm dripped from every syllable, yet if he wasn't mistaken, there was a deep despair hidden behind each one.

"So, now that I know what you sound like when spilling falsehoods," Ominis began, shooting a pointed smirk in her direction. "Why don't you tell me the truth?"

He expected his demand to be met with her wrath - loud and forceful - just as she'd demonstrated for him so plainly in their second year. But the fire of her hatred did not come. The air between them froze instead. He could hear the grinding of her teeth. Perhaps they were all growing up.

Evelyn let go of a long sigh.

"Go back to bed, Gaunt."

She spat his name like a curse. He supposed it was.

Then… the edge in her voice dulled away. Like how rust wears a blade over time.

"You need the sleep," She said.

"And you don't?"

Her robes rustled as she readjusted herself with a shallow huff. Judging off of the particularly loud snap given by the vertebrae in her neck, he guessed she must have tilted her head back to watch the fish swim by the common room windows - not entirely unlike he did.

"No," Evelyn replied. Silence followed.

And she didn't move after that.

Didn't breathe.

Ominis went back to bed. Yet, he felt a little less alone, though he didn't quite know why.

Thank you for your time.

[iris-neptunus]

I think that Albus (potter) kept his relationship with Scorpius a secret until he finished Hogwarts. Not from everyone, like his friends knew, but they hid it from the general public and especially the potters & weasleys.

Since Al inherited the mauraders map, him and Scorpius would sneek around in secret corridors and meet in undetectable hiding spots. Neither of them minded since it was thrilling and fun. Eventually Neville caught them, but it wasn‘t a big deal since he knew them both very well. Albus is obliviously his god-son and I think they were very close. Scorpius was one of professor Longbottom‘s favorite pupils, so he had no objection to their relationship. He agreed to keep it a secret, but still advised that they tell their parents.

There was a point during chirstmas holidays where Al really wanted to talk about Scorpius to some one but still wasn’t ready to tell his family yet. He decided to turn to Andromeda. She completely understood his situation, having been through the exact same thing with Teddy Tonks during their Hogwarts years. Al would write letters updating her on his adventures with Scorpius, or just full on simping. She was the biggest Scorbus shipper.

I think the next person to find out was actually Draco. He was relaxing on his balcony one evening when a boy fell out of his sons window. That boy was obliviously Albus potter-Weasley, who got distracted when trying to sneak out.

[ilikefandom]

The Science of Magic

Request: Hi hi. I was wondering if you could write Snape x reader fluff. But the reader is a muggle, not a muggle born witch. If you don’t want to, it’s alright since I saw a lot of requests on your blog u might be busy rn. Love u.

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Two teachers, one magic and one science, A sneek peak into cuteness

Pairing: Severus Snape x Fem Reader

Warnings: Ignorence

“What do you mean you’ve never recorded your marks electronically?” (Y/n)’s voice was shrill and her tone was flabbergasted.

“We are very old fashioned at my school.” Severus said, as he copied down the marks of his third year students from their tests onto his gradebook.

“I know you have magic Sev, but honestly. Using google sheets or Excel is so much easier. It’s how I keep track of all my marks.”

“We don’t use computers or the internet at Hogwarts love.” Severus glanced up at (Y/n) from his place near the fire. 

“You don’t even use pens.” (Y/n)’s tone was on the verge of angry, but still amused. 

“Quills are harder for you to believe in than magic?” Severus chuckled as he placed his quill back in his ink pot. 

“Magic is just energy that you exert from your body, people who have magic just have more control over that energy.” (Y/n) said sitting down on the couch across from Severus. “For example the fire charm Incendio, or whatever latin you bother using, is a cue word for your energy to heat up and cause fire. Ergo, magic is science and has a reasonable explanation.” 

“I can never understand all of your terminology my dear.” Snape said, closing his mark book as he blew on the ink to dry it. 

“You and I basically teach the same subject! Chemistry and potions are the same thing, just in two different contexts.”

“If you want to collect all of my marks on your spreadsheet thing, I’ll send you them via owl every night.” Severus’ attempt at compromise left (Y/n) speechless.

“No, Professor Snape, you will text or phone your wife every night and you will send her all of the grades for your 1000 students.” (Y/n) looked at Severus incredulously. “I spent six years at University getting my degree and masters in Biochemistry, just to fill out a spreadsheet with my husband’s grades.”

“Darling, things are alright the way they are.”

“Husband of mine. Your textbooks in the wizarding world sound like fantasy novels. And your history class is taught by a ghost. Do your students even know basic math?” (Y/n) stretched her legs and looked at her husband. “I have so many questions about this.”

“Arthur Weasly would love you. Muggle obsessed as he is.”

(Y/n) stopped speaking and looked at Severus, head tilted and expression confused. “What’s a muggle?”

Severus sighed. “You’re a muggle, dear.” He cleared his throat. “A non-magic person. Other countries have different words, Americans call you no-maj and Canadians call you can’t-spells. The majority of the world are muggles, just like you.”

“It sounds rude.” (Y/n) grumbled as she crossed her arms across her chest. “Do you have any muggle teachers at your school?”

“We do not.”

“Well why not?”

“Because you can’t teach magic.”

“Well what about, what do you call it? Muggle studies, shouldn’t a muggle teach muggle studies?”

“Muggleborns usually teach muggle studies.” Severus got out of his chair and sat beside his wife on the couch.

“So people born with a magic gene, but of muggle descent. How often does that happen? Is magic a dominant or recessive trait? I doubt it’s a sex linked gene as as many men have it as women. I need to draw a punnett square.”

“No, you don’t love. And I assume it’s a dominant trait.”

“That would make sense.”

“I really must introduce you to Arthur Weasly. He’s in a club of sorts with me, and he is very interested in muggles. Pity you don’t have a background in Physics.” Severus chided placing his cheek on top of (Y/n)’s head. 

She smacked him in the chest. “You don’t even teach two subjects so who are you to judge?” Severus laughed and put his arms around her.

“You know I was joking right dove?” Severus asked

“You, dark, brooding, moody, Severus Snape joking. That in itself is a joke.”

“Well this was fun while it lasted. I’ll have to go back to Hogwarts in a few days.”

“Imagine if we swapped classes. My students would all hate you with your detention giveing self.” (Y/n) laughed and snuggled herself back into his chest. 

“My classes would love you. You’re like Minerva, strict, but understanding and kind.” 

Sevurus pulled her closer and they both sat for a few minutes enjoying the fire.

“When can I meet your co-workers? You met mine at the staff Christmas party, last year when Davie almost set you on fire.” Both Snapes laughed at the memory of (Y/n)’s iddiotic coworker.

“In a few days,” Severus answered, staring at his sweetheart, “We are going to start the Triwizard Tournament. I'll aperate to you, and bring you back for the choosing of the champions. I’ll introduce you to them then.”

“Alright.” Came the soft, sleepy reply from the bundle in Severus’ arms. “Can we sleep here tonight, I don’t want to walk up the stairs. 

It was moments like this where Severus was glad to have (Y/n). She was a light in his shade and a question in his mind. When he held her, in the living room on a cool August night he was content. As he should be, without the knowledge of all of the dark things to come.

Author’s Note: Thanks for reading. I am not a biochemist. I just thought it would provide a nice contrast. Please comment and request. Thank you!

[desiredmalfoy]

i’m 5 ft 1 , i’m a pisces, i’m korean and my hogwarts house is slytherin, i love english literature and my life revolves around reading. i love the arctic monkeys and the greeting committee. i have short black hair like pansy and brown eyes. i’m very introverted. my other hobbies are crocheting, singing and playing guitar. i absolutely hate snails the colour orange and the ocean, i love rain, winter, garlic bread and strawberries. my friends describe me as sarcastic and nerdy. my pronouns are she/her

I ship you with...Theo Nott

I think that you and Theo would be a great match! Theo would love it when you would sing to him, especially if he was stressed out. The two of you would sit by a window at Hogwarts, listening to the raining come down on a cloudy day. He would also love your height difference.

You were having a bad today. Your potion had dropped during class, all thanks to Crabbe goofing off. This had meant Snape had made you stay back for detention. Where you cleaned the cauldrons for the next day.

Today was not your day. And the only person you wanted to see was nowhere to be seen. You were all alone in the Slytherin common room waiting to see if he would pass by.

“I bought you something to cheer you up”, your boyfriend Theo said from behind you. “Close your eyes.”

“What is it”, you questioned but obliged to his request.

“Here you go. I had to sneek into the kitchen just for you.”, he said as he placed a bowl of strawberries in your lap.

You couldn’t help but smile at him. “I love you.”

[fleur2pint]

thoughts on young!narcissa? like you and narcissa sneeking around at hogwarts in your youth? IDK I THINK ITS CUTE BUT WHAT DO YOU THINK

[archiveofpiaandkathi]

Headcannon #8: Harry, Luna and Neville´s orphanage for young wizards LUHANE-Orphange

Like can you imagine Harry and Neville wanting to rescue children from the abuse that they experienced as children.

So Luna Lovegood had the idea of incorporating an orphanage. So they buy an old house in the shire. Like the burrow was, because Harry imagined it as his safe place for the holidays.

So there are different types of living arrangements in the orphanage:

The children that live in the orphanage the whole year around. It’s basically every child that hasn’t left for Hogwarts yet. They get their basic education there. Harry built up a little internal elementary school with actual elementary teachers.

The children that are coming home for the holidays. They are between the ages of eleven and eighteen and live in Hogwarts most of the time. 

The “children” visiting. They older than 18 and living their own life. Sometimes they just come by to say “hello”, come around to help and sometimes they come to get help, an advice or just to talk to their adopted parents, the three persons who were the most important in their early life.

Some are muggleborns that were abused for practicing magic, some are purebloods or halfbloods who were born into an unsafe environment and some  are LGBTQ Children that were not admitted at home or even abused for their sexuality or who they are. They all have on thing in common. All of these children couldn’t live in a normal orphanage due to the status of secrecy. Without LUHANE-Orphanage all of these children would have been forced to live on the streets or stay with their toxic families.

Every child has their own godparent. It is Harrys tribut to Sirius. They are there for fun visits, sending gifts and sneeking chocolate. The first godparents were friends of the three. The first children had Minerve McGonnagall, Molly and Arthur Weasley, Draco Malfoy or Blaise Zabini as Godparents. Later one also some of the out grown children start to be godparents. Every Child should have their individual reference person.

Life is colorful.

Luna telling stories about Nargels and other unseen stuff

Neville showing everyone how to garden

Harry pushing self-confidence and team building

Children stand up for another

it’s all a sibling like relationship

Visits of Fred and George are high ranked and followed of at least a week long prank wars

A supportsystem that reach a lot of children, because it has his eyes and ears everywhere

Children telling Neville, Luna or Harry when friends have family problems so they can help

Basically prevent children from suffering a Childhood like Sirius, Regelus, Draco, Neville or Harry.

[parad0xm0th]

WEIRD ASS DREAMS COMING UP

so the first one was pretty fuckin vivid, I was Harry Potter, which is weid since i haven't interacted with that shit for at least 6 months, so i was harry potter, and that was, like, normal, idk, like every one refured to me as Harry and the such, but i still acted like myself, and not just me regularly myself, but myself knowing i was harry fucking potter, and living for it even though it was compleatly normal. but yeah I ws harry potter, it like started with me doing some majic shit at a towler then talking with serious black, who I think was my dad in this universe idk, then he like drove me to hogwarts in like a mustang (spesificaly that one idk) and hogwarts was like ?hipsterified? I? Guess? idk they had a pastry shop inside being run by a muscualr white guy with blond hair and I tryed to buy my lunch (at this point ron and Herminoie were both with me and could tell something was up with me because I was still acting like myself and not Harry Potter so those two were kinda wispering behind my back and asking if anything was wrong and at one point called?? seroius to see if he could tell but whatever I was mostly ignoring them) and when I got my food I found out that the pastery baresta had stolen my ring I was wearing (the one i wear in real life and was wearing in the dream) and we had a verble sass off until he gave it back, then we all sat down on the floor and I ate my crap. THEN we had to do the quitiage ball thing, which I would have been fine with if i had actually knew how to play and thats when people started to ask if i was possesing harry potter because i didn't know how to play and at that point i woke up. *BREATH*

THEN since it was still pretty early i went back to sleep and had ANOUTHER dream, this time I was with my parent (exept they wern't) and I was following then as they inspected this guient ship, it was like an air ship, or like a big blimp made of medle and the part where the air is just has more floors idk. BUT I was folowing them around and I kept getting the feeling somthing was wrong so I snuck back on the ship after they left and started sneeking aroung and i saw some guy about to murder the captain and i jumped on his back from anouther story up and we wrestled until i won but then he threw me off the side and I think I hit Big Ben on the way down, but then they saved me and i blacked out. I woke up again (In the dream) and this guy I had seen in the most steampunk part of the ship was leaning over me and said that they had to remove my eye for resons and anouther guy cae in and told the first guy to stop trying to take peoples eye let me get up and I guess I was invited into the steampunck family??? anyway I didn't know what to do next so I stood ooutside the door to the room I was just in until someone came and stood next to me and smiled and I woke up

[the-dragon-fried-my-homework]

Headcannon:

After the war, Draco was taken in by the Weasleys.

There wasn't much left for him after the Battle of Hogwarts. His parents were gone, locked away to rot in Azkaban. His family name had been dragged through the mud, his fortunes lost to a would-be dictator who he was glad was dead, and there was nothing. But he didn't complain. He grit his teeth and suffered in silence, because even if he had nothing else, the world would never take his pride.

It was an arrangement he resented at first, bitterly. But Ginny hadn't given him - or her family - much of a choice. She knew what it was like to have no choice. And she recognized that hollow look in his eyes all too well, she'd had the Dark Lord in her head for a year. How much longer had it been for him? So when she found him sobbing alone over a friend's grave, she had made up her mind. And no amount of protests or snide comments and insults could dissuade her.

Percy was the first to forgive. He got it, in a way. After all, he dreaded to think of some of the things he had done during his time with the Ministry. Cold, heartless things. But he had told himself he was doing it for the right reasons. To make his father proud. To prove that the Weasley clan was worth more than people thought, that they were deserving of their place within the Sacred 28. He had done it for honorable causes, but the ends don't justify the means, and he understood the guilt Draco felt, whether or not he felt it himself.

Bill and Charlie were next. Charlie worked with dragons all day - he'd seen enough of "monsters" to know who the truly bad ones were versus which were simply hurting, or scared, or misunderstood. And Bill never had been good at holding grudges.

After that came George... This shocked everyone, especially Draco. In some way, he still felt responsible for what had happened to Fred. But after the battle, George had changed. Yeah, he still cracked jokes, but there was a sort of sadness in his smile. Like a bandaid over a gunshot, you could tell they were now a way to keep the darkness at bay. And he was a little more careful now... Just a little, but he'd learned that life was short, and there was still so much he wanted to do. There was no point in wasting it on anger and resentment.

Molly was the last to forgive. She had a hard time seeing past the Mark on the boy's wrist. It was a symbol of the ultimate evil. The monsters who bore that Mark had ripped her son away from her before it was time. They had left a gaping hole in her heart and her family and that was something she could never forgive. In some way, she felt anyone bearing that Mark was guilty of the crime. But one night that changed. She had been up scrubbing the dishes by hand for the fourth time that night simply for something to do, and he- he remembered a spell, not in any spellbooks or grimoires, but that had opened him up once before. And he sought to getrid of that vile thing, that thing that symbolized all his failures, and the lies spoonfed to him from the moment he was born, and the evil he had so readily consumed. And as she held him close and healed his wounds, at last she remembered that this was child.

Ron never really forgave him, but Draco didn't really need him to. He had never needed anyone's support or approval, especially not Weezlebub's. And over time he found what he'd always been missing. Ginny goes with him when he goes to visit his father, just so he doesn't have to face that horrid place alone, and she holds him when it is over, just until he has calmed down. At night, she talks about Harry and he talks about Tori and sometimes they sneek out to go fly, anything to keep the darkness at bay. He'll never admit it, but Molly makes the best bread. And sometimes, he even finds himself asking Arthur about his work, because he recognizes his prejudices now, and he knows that sometimes they can be wrong, and the truth is Muggles are far more inventive than they get credit for.

The Burrow may be crowded and cramped, and he resents the complete and utter domesticity of it all. But there is a life there, and it is so much different from the draft halls and empty corridors that were all h'd ever known. It's warm, and cozy, and there is a genuine love among the Weasleys. For the first time in his life, Draco understands that family doesn't have to mean pain.

When he receives an unmarked package for his 20th birthday, he breaks down crying. Inside is a deep navy sweater, hand knitted with the letter D.

(@noisesfrombeyondtheuniverse I finally got around to writing it. Kind of a mess, but oh well.)

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Rules: 1. Always post the rules 2. Answer the question given by the person who tagged you 3. Write 11 questions of your own 4. Tag 11 people I was tagged by @danieliph, thank you very much! 💖 1. If you could be one animal for a week which animal would it be? I would like to be a cat! 2. If you could be invisible for one day where would you go? Hmm, maybe just sneek in somewhere without paying? A concert or something, then I could also go backstage! 3. Thoughts on Dan and Phil's relationship/friendship? Too Good Too Pure™. Like honestly, it's crazy how two people can be that comfortable around each other and compliment each others personality that well, and I'm so happy for them that they found that, not many people do :( 4. If you could marry any celeb who would it be? Idk probably like Emma Watson haha (what do you mean she's too old pfft) 5. If you could only watch one movie for the rest of your life which movie would it be? The perks of being a wallflower maybe? I love it, and well I don't really watch a lot of movies anyways, and some others I really liked are films you only watch once you know haha :) 6. If you could change 1 thing about yourself, what would it be? I would take away all my allergies! 7. If you could only be one of the following which would you choose: attractive, rich or intelligent? Tough question! But I'll say intelligent. 8. What is the most romantic thing you would want to be done to you? Anything would do really haha, I'm so easy to impress, but like bring me some food and I'm yours ALSO HOLD MY HAND, and hug me would be nice 💗 9. If talent, ability, and money were no issue what job would you choose? Wow if I wasn't this boring and ugly, I'd be a Youtuber! 10. What is your worst habit? I bite my nails sometimes? 11. Who do you consider your role model? Oh wow idk really, Misha Collins is definitely someone I adore and aspire to be more like but well I'm not sure who else haha.. My questions: 1. Neon or pastel colours? 2. If you had to use 1 Snapchat filter for EVERY photo of you for the rest of your life, which one would you pick? 3. If you could be anyone for a day (fictional or real), who would you be? 4. Would you rather own a dragon or be a dragon? 5. What Hogwarts house are you in? 6. Favourite geometrical shape? 7. If you were a plant/flower, what would you be and why? 8. Do you have any siblings? If yes, how old are they? 9. What does your favourite pair of shoes look like? 10. What's your MBTI personality type? 11. Veggies or fruits? I taaaag *dramatic drumroll* @d-o-c-t-o-r, @suchaverageverywow, @alexiousace, @insert-cool-fandom-name-here, @sierra--dawn, @fandomsgalaxy, @amazingtardis42, @helloimjess, @againsquared, @elementarnanepogoda !! :)💕

[draqcnheartstrinq]

Hi!! Can I get a Harry Potter ship please? :) any gender is fine and golden trio era. I've always been in Hufflepuff until I did the quiz again and was placed in Gryffindor & my Patronus is a Polecat. I'm 5'5, short dark hair with hazel eyes. I can be quite stubborn and I'm quite sarcastic. I always stand up for what I believe in. I'm very positive (or at least as much as I can be) and I also love making people laugh. I love reading & writing is also one of my favourite things to do. Thanks! :)

I ship you with George Weasley

When you came to Hogwarts as a first year, you were surprised about the fact that you got sorted into Gryffindor. You thought you belonged in Hufflepuff for a few years now, your parents always said you would be an amazing fit for the house and you grew to like that idea more and more.But when that creepy talking hat told you something totally different and you were guided to the table decorated with a beautiful colour of red, you knew you loved Gryffindor already.Being seated next to an adorable red head did, of course, help with that.“Hi, my name is George”, he said when you kindly smiled at him. Next to him sat an almost, if not identical red head.“And I’m Fred”, the other one completed.They are twins and there was no doubt about that.You got into a long conversation and got to know them better. They were a year older than you, loved to pull pranks on anyone and everyone, were planning on becoming players in the Gryffindor quidditch team,…

That day a new and beautiful friendship was born.

Over the years the pranks got worse and worse for the receiving end but funnier and funnier for everyone else.Fred and George often asked you to join in on their mischievous plans. You did join some of them, when the pranks got too much though you would rather stay out of it.George seemed to enjoy the times you sneeked around the corridors with them.He loved the scared look on your face when you were about to get caught, the cute giggles that escaped your mouth every time a prank had worked, your eyes lighting up with happiness when he made a joke,…You were just wonderful.

Fred noticed his brother’s feelings for you before George himself did. He tried to talk to George about it, but every time he claimed not to know what Fred was talking about.Did he like you? Yes.But did he feel more than just friendship? He didn’t think so.George just saw you as a friend, a partner in crime.

The more he thought about it though, the more he liked the idea of you two being together.

After talking with Fred about you (again), he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.When he was at quidditch practice and you were in the stands with a book in your hands, paying more attention to the story and the well written lines than to what was going on in the air, he couldn’t help but stare at you until Wood threw a quaffle in his face.

“Oi Weasley, I’d rather have you look lovingly at a Bludger than at the ladies right now”, he said.George’s face became as red as his hair, he glanced back at you and noticed that adorable smile on your face and a mischievous look in your beautiful hazel eyes. You winked at him and motioned for him to turn around and pay attention to the game.He obliged with a warm sensation in his chest. “How can she make me feel like that?” he questioned himself.

After your 5th year and his 6th one, he invited you to come and stay with his family during summer break. At first you didn’t want to, feeling like you would be a burden as there were so many people in the Weasley household already.But he insisted.When you arrived at their house with all the Weasleys at your side you felt at home, like nothing in the world would be able to take you away from this place. It felt magical, homely, cozy,…No, you would never leave.

George smiled at your impressed expression and your wide open mouth. He and his brother had planned for you to sleep with him in the room and Fred would go and sleep with Ron.He came up behind you, laid his hand on the small of your back and gently guided you up the stairs.

That summer break he finally realized he was in love with you, your hazel eyes, your lips, your stubbornness, your positivity, your ability to make everyone laugh, your writings,… He completely and utterly fell for you.

And you had fallen for him.One night of the summer you were both enjoying the calm atmosphere of The Burrow in each other’s presence.You two had the trait that belonged to a Gryffindor, bravery. So you confessed, coincidentally both at the same time.

“I love you”, was heard from the both of you. Surprised and astonished you looked up at each other.He made sure you would never forget that summer.

I hope you liked it and it was something like you expected :)Thank you for requesting!

[ithink-iam-happy]

20 followers I would like to get to know better. #Rules: Tag 20 amazing followers you want to get know better! I was tagged by @the-one-with-the-triskele-tattoo

Name/Nickname: Ana

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Gemini \m/

Height: around 1,66m

Sexual Orientation: straight

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Favourite Color: Probably grey.

Favourite Animal: CATS!

Average Hours of sleep: normally around 6-7 hours.

Cat or dog person: CAT! Don’t get me wrong, I like dogs. But I love CATS!

Favourite Fictional Characters: This is the most difficult question :/  Right now my favorite show is Vikings, my favorite character has to be Ivar. I love him and Alex Hogh Andersen is just brilliant. I’m still bitter that Ragnar’s gone, he was my favorite too :(  Now from Game of Thrones, Jon Snow for obvious reasons. From The 100 is Bellamy.  From The Walking Dead was Glenn! But I still have Daryl and Maggie. From Mr Robot is Elliot (Rami is unbelivable in that role). From Teen Wolf is Stiles, I love Dylan O’brien. And maybe it’s better to stop because I have many more xD

Number of blankets I sleep with: I have three in but always sneek another one in before going to bed, so, four!

Favourite Singer/Band: So... I don’t know. My boys are on break. Yes, I like One Direction and I know I’m too old but I don’t care. Still waiting on the Styles’ album ^^

Dream Trip: I would like to live some months in a big city.

Dream Job: No idea. I’m fine where I am, at least for now.

When was this blog created: Don’t know when. Some years ago, I made it and didn’t use it and then decided to actually use it.

Current number of followers:        6 3 1   <3

When did your blog reach its peak?: Probably when I was doing Heather’s BBBC or during Evans Legacy wich I’ll hopefully get back to soon...

What made you decide to make this Tumblr?: Wanted to share my game with everyone and to see everyone’s game. And to have someone with the same interest and not thinking you are a weirdo for playing it xD

Thank you so much for tagging me @the-one-with-the-triskele-tattoo. Sorry for taking so long to answer. I’ll not tag anyone because I thing everyone has done it by now xD I’m always late for the party!