#so they could be the worst couple at hogwarts! like people actively stayed away from my girlies

[quillkiller]

need you all to know before azkaban rita was way more insane and unhinged than bella ever was

[h0-e]

Silence - Cedric Diggory

Summary: Years after hogwarts you and Cedric seem to be growing apart, not knowing if you should try and save the relationship or give up. But the more you seem to hold on to what you have, like sand, it fell through your fingers. (we already know that i suck at descriptions)

This imagine is for my friend @https-minsuga and all she said to me was to make her cry, so for anyone else who this may make sad I’m sorry, blame her...if this doesn’t make anyone sad, well shit, I’m sorry for not doing this right:/

Warnings: Arguing, sad thoughts...

Silence is always the worst time for a person when they’re going through a bad part of life. Everyone knows it, whether they have experienced it or not, it just makes sense and that’s why people tend to occupy themselves with jobs or meaningless activities, just so they don’t have to sit in the silence. You never really had to go through with that feeling in your years at Hogwarts, at least not the crazy, sick feeling and especially not when you had Cedric to comfort you in those hard times.

Cedric seemed to know you like the back of his hand and it amazed you. Anytime he noticed a worry line on your face you were scooped up and brought to a secluded place, his dorm, your dorm, the forbidden forest, or even an empty classroom and your attention was elsewhere until he pointed out that it might help if you spoke about what was on your mind. Even if the issue was him, he wanted to know.

But as you sat on the couch of your and Cedrics flat, you were met with the nauseating stomach ache and the chills surrounding your body as you reflected on your relationship from the last few months. At first your nights were spent waiting for Cedric to come home a couple hours after you did from work, dinner on the table as you two chatted about your days and laughing with one another. You would settle down into your guys small bedroom and greet the comfort of one another gladly. That was the silence you enjoyed, feeling the love that radiated off the man next to you and being soaked in the warmth that he brought.

Now though, you spend your night flipping through the channels of your small television set and wonder if this night your boyfriend would come home or not. Cedric would either spend his nights in his bed at home or at the ministry, you didn’t know which was better, even at home you barely spoke, nothing more then the acknowledgment of one another and answering yes or no questions. He had spent the last night at work so the chances of him coming home were a bit higher tonight.

Arguments with Cedric were never really arguments, during your years at Hogwarts you would sit and talk about your problems, which were usually about him hiding his feelings, or he would just shut down. This was obviously a time that he was shutting down but unlike your younger self, you seemed to be too tired to try and get answers out of him. You had an idea of what could be wrong but you had been pushing it to the back of your head for some time now. There was another women.

The thought of Cedric cheating is what caused the chills and nausea in the first place, you couldn’t seem to think of any worse thing in the world. You also knew the man you grew to love though, he could never do that, right?

The rattling of the front door scared you out of your thoughts and you sat up quickly. As the door was pushed open you were met with the tired eyes of your boyfriend. Standing up with the blanket wrapped tight around you, you sigh.

“You’re home.” Cedric nods and hangs his keys and jacket up on the ‘welcome home’ key rack that seemed to give off such a warm feeling, the exact opposite of what you were feeling now.

You watch him make his way to the kitchen but you remain still, trying to think of some conversation starter. He has his back to you as he searched the fridge. “No dinner?”

His question catches you by surprise, not expecting that to be the first thing out of his mouth.

“I didn’t know if you were coming home, Ced. It’s been...” you trail off not wanting to start an argument tonight. You look from your feet to the kitchen and notice him looking at you, an eyebrow raised.

“It’s been what, Y/N?”

You shrug, you have finally gotten his attention this time and even though it’s not the type you wanted it sends a wave of shock through your body. “Different, Cedric. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

He sighs. “You know I have work, how many times do I have to explain that to you...”

He goes off, ranting about the importance of his job and how you should understand that. The man in front of you isn’t the one you had learned to love over the years and you knew this. You also knew that you loved Cedric Diggory with your whole heart, but were you even in love with him anymore? When there was a possibility that he could be meeting with another women?

“...as my girlfriend you should understand why I stay some nights—“ the anger you had been feeling over the last few months had suddenly taken over your being and you were soon sputtering out your accusation.

“Is that the only reason, Cedric?” he stops mid-sentence and looks at you, his eyes squinted in confusion and annoyance. “What does that mean?”

“You should know what that means.”

He laughs mockingly. “If you have a question then ask it, Y/N.”

The courage you were feeling is pulled from your body and you feel the chills creep up your back and over your shoulders, scared to ask the question and scared to know the answer.

You owe yourself this much.

“Are you cheating on me?”

Once you say it out loud you start to feel the heat in your eyes and are blinded by tears, only seeing the shape of Cedric. You see him rub his face with both hands and walk from the kitchen into the living room.

“Wow...this is what you think I’ve been doing. While I’ve been working my ass off, providing for you and this house that I don’t even want!”

Wiping away the tears that have fallen down your cheeks you take a step closer to him, ready to match his energy.

“Thank you for telling me how you actually feel, Cedric! Now answer this, is it the house you don’t want or is it me?” he looks at you emotionless.

The quietness that comes after your question is deafening, only your heartbeat is heard and the heavy breaths from the man in front of you. Watching him closely you try to hold the serious look as he steps closer and closer to you, the tears fighting against the orders that you’re giving them.

When he’s inches away from your face, he takes a deep breath. “I’m not cheating. But being accused of that shows how you look at me.”

He backs away and begins making his way to the door. “Cedric!”

He doesn’t turn around but he stops walking, leveled with the welcoming sign. “Cedric, if you walk out that door, we’re done. I’m tired of being left here alone!”

Not making any moves at first, you know that he’s weighing the options he has. Leaving and ending the relationship that has been built over the last seven years or turning back. You didn’t know what would actually happen if he stayed, would most likely go to bed without saying another word to each other and go on like that for another few months. In this moment you weren’t sure what the better option was...

You see his back muscles tense through his white button up shirt and he grabs his keys and jacket. Not looking back at you he grabs the door handle and leaves.

Silence. It’s one of the many things that drives people crazy, it leaves you alone with your thoughts. In this moment you knew why everyone occupied themselves, why they stayed busy. They never had Cedric to help them in those hard times, and now neither did you.

[malfoys-demigod]

“Maybe I could skate my way into your heart?” - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: Draco finds out what your after-school activity is. 

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed it! The first version of this was accidentally deleted so I had to make some changes at the end. 

Word count: 2.3k 

Tagging @the--queen-of-hell​

It was one of those winter days, Thursday, to be specific of the current day at Hogwarts where you had the free time to head over to the iced Black Lake and secretly pull out your hidden talent: figure skating. 

As you were standing at the edge of the lake, you embraced the cold snow and breeze by sitting down, feeling the cold in your bottom and legs as you folded your knees, holding them tightly to your chest. While you were smiling, watching the view of the lake, there came a visitor who was walking towards the Black Lake. 

Draco Malfoy, the unexpected visitor, heard about your daily whereabouts and decided to see what you were up to. This pureblood took a liking in you during the start of the year and has always tried searching for opportunities to start a conversation, or even to find you alone, so he could be the only one to notice how beautiful you could be doing the simplest things in life. 

It wasn’t hard asking about your whereabouts since everyone but him practically knew where you’d be but it was really hard for him not to sound genuinely interested or curious that people would suspect that about his liking for you. 

First, had Crabbe and Goyle sent around the Slytherin common room looking for Blaise who was asked by the two to find both Pansy and Daphne who was last with you at the Great Hall before you left for the lake. 

When Pansy and Daphne told Blaise where you were, they asked if Draco had something to do with Blaise being sent. Saying yes, Daphne and Pansy hoped for the best since they all secretly knew how Draco liked you, even with the simplest gestures he gave. 

So when Blaise told Draco where you were, the Slytherin prince grabbed his nearest coat and beanie and ran off to the Black Lake, quickly placing his gloves on. He wasn’t nervous about seeing you. He was only planning to watch you from the sides, hoping you wouldn’t freeze to death. But from what he saw the minute he arrived, he thought wrong. 

As you were still by the edge, sitting down as you placed your knees on your chest, Draco assumed that you were out by the lake, but freezing yourself to death, not on purpose, but his scared emotions led him to think about the worst things possible. 

He dropped from watching over you to running towards you as fast as he could. Draco was already removing his coat, thinking he was going to wrap you in it, but his tracks suddenly stopped when he saw you stand up and placed a step forward onto the lake. He was going to scream and ask if you were mad but when his eyes moved onto your feet, he happened to see that you were wearing a pair of figure skates, something that he never expected you to wear. He never knew you were a figure skater. Maybe you were trying out the sport, maybe this could be his way of talking to you, teasing you on how you can’t skate.

But he was wrong. 

The minute you placed your other foot onto the ice, you started gliding around the ice, quickly giving yourself a couple fast laps around the lake. 

He was stunned. He was possibly one of the few people left in school that was not aware of your special talent. How did nobody tell him of your skill? The audacity of some people! It made him feel less updated than usual and it made him slightly scared that there could be other many things that he was not aware of concerning you. 

While you were unaware of him being there, Draco watched how skillful you were in figure skating. He was amazed. He loved every movement you made on ice and how gorgeous you were and made the sport. The way you made edges with only one skate on the ice to smoothly rotate on air as you clipped yourself together as you jumped to spinning gracefully from easy to difficult positions, he was mesmerized by you. You looked so joyful and at home as you were in your element. Knowing that you probably did not want to be bothered, Draco turned around to make his way back to the common room with an idea in mind. 

— 

The next day, Draco was more than excited to end classes. He was so thrilled with what he came up with yesterday that he was willing to run off during the last five minutes of potions class and meet you at the Black Lake. 

He was a table behind you as he could hear the excitement from the conversation you were having with Daphne and Pansy. The three of you started chit chatting during the last five minutes as Snape was giving last minute instructions regarding the potions experiment he has been rambling about for the whole period. 

“So, what are today’s plans for Y/N Y/L/N?” Daphne asked with curiosity. 

“Obviously the usual, am I right, Y/N?” Pansy added to the question. 

You grinned happily, thinking your two friends were reading your mind. “You know it,” you nodded.

“Oh how lovely,” Daphne sarcastically said as it was the same plan every weekend. 

Then a sudden voice from the back interrupted your conversation, “You know, Greengrass, I think it would be SO lovely if you could save this conversation for after class. Some of us are striving to stay on top of the class instead of yammering about their plans.” 

The three of you turned around to see a slightly disturbed Draco Malfoy as he was holding his quill tightly to his notes. He crossed his arms when the three of you gave him an irritated look. “What, can’t a man listen to Snape? Or are you three actually jealous that I might have better plans than you?,” he said slightly grinning. 

While Daphne and Pansy rolled their eyes and looked back at Snape, you remained looking at Draco with a scoff coming from your mouth as you shook your head. 

“So, what are today’s plans for Draco Lucius Malfoy?,” you tried sounding interested as you added a hint of fake excitement in your tone with his last name. 

Draco got the sarcasm from your tone and leaned in closer from his table and whispered, “You’ll see.” He suddenly looked back at his open notebook and started scribbling things on his notes. 

Before you could ask what he meant, you felt a figure in front of your table towering you as you could see a shadow by Draco’s table. 

“Trying to distract our fellow peers are we, Y/L/N?” 

Turning around, you saw Professor Snape hold his book tightly to his chest as he looked at you with disappointment in his eyes. The third best student, as Hermione was second, getting distracted in potions class was something Snape did not want to see but unfortunately he did. He shook his head in disappointment as you were speechless. 

“Try not to distract Mister Malfoy again or I will change your seating arrangement.” He demanded. 

While Draco was silently snickering, you gave him one last eye roll as he smirked, then looked back at the class and waited till class ended. Thought of Draco telling you that you’d see what he was talking about was swimming in your mind as you were confused by what he meant. After packing up your things, you turned around to see that he was already by the door of the classroom, hastily walking away from class. Nevertheless, you gathered your sling bag and bid your friends goodbye as you started making your way to the Black Lake. 

It was another wonderful afternoon to feel the snow fall on your face as the breeze of the cool wind was felt on all parts of your body. As you were tying your skates, you heard footsteps walk on the snow behind you. Amused that there was someone taking up the lake as well, you signed as you realized that today was not a private skating day for you. 

“What that a sigh I heard from you, Y/N?” chuckled Draco, who was towering over you with a big grin on his face. 

Standing up to still being towered thanks to his height, you looked up at Draco with your famous eye roll and scoff. “I just didn’t expect you to be here, Malfoy.” you crossed your arms as your eyes darted to the pair of skates he’s been holding. 

“Darling, I told you that you’d see what my plans were, didn’t I?” 

“Are those your skates?”

Draco lifted up his skates confidently as he presented it with such happiness. “Father bought me the best skates. He said I should skate in the best skates, especially during this freezing time of the year.” Draco then plopped on the snow and started tying his skates like a happy little five year-old who was so excited to wear their favorite pair of shoes on. 

“Mind if I join you?” he asked. 

Putting your arms high up in defeat, you replied, “I don’t see how I can stop you.” Then when he was finished tying his skates, you helped grab his hand, pulling him up as the two of you faced each other ever so closely as there was little space left in front of you. After staring at each other awkwardly, you finally broke the silence and blinked. 

“Well, let’s get going, Draco. Wouldn’t want others beating us to the ice.”

He chuckled from embarrassment and nodded in reply. He thought that seeing you skate so effortless made him think that skating was something easy to pick up on, so as he placed his first skate on the ice, there was absolutely no fear in his eyes. But when he started placing his other foot on the ice, Draco thought he was starting to lose balance and fear arose in him as he was shaking on the edge of the ice. 

You only realized that he was struggling after skating farther away from him. Being afar, you squinted as you examined Draco’s facial expressions as he was trying to stand up straight on the ice. Seeing that he was muttering things to himself and trying to place his foot forward to continue skating, you laughed at him for a second then skated back at him. 

Nearly arriving at the ice patch he was in, you decided to joke around and attempted a hockey-stop closing up on him that he almost thought you were purposely going to make him fall that he actually lost complete balance and fell on his own.

“Merlin’s beard!” he winced in pain as he crashed onto the hard ice. 

You chuckled to yourself as you definitely knew the feeling he went through and being a nice person, you extended your hand for him to reach. “Maybe I can help you up”

At the same time when Draco had gotten a reach of your hand, he grew a smirk on his face that was too late for you to notice and understand that when his grip became tighter, he strongly pulled you down to the ground, forcefully hitting your bottom onto the tough ice as yelped in shock. 

What wasn’t part of Draco’s plan was that as soon as you fell to the ice, your body smoothly yet quickly glided to his, colliding into each other and before your body could react and glide away from his, the both of you held on to each other tightly without thinking. You grabbed his shoulders, while he grabbed your waist, then when the two of you held on to each other, the gliding stopped. Draco looked at you with careful eyes as you started blushing. 

It was only a matter of time when your blush was about to get even redder until he thankfully cupped your face with his hands. The soft warm feeling of his gloves relaxed your tenses as you exhaled slowly and shakily as his face was close to yours. 

There was a smile in Draco’s face as he was waiting for a perfect moment like this to happen in his life. Without second thinking, he tilted his head, signaling that he was going to kiss you. You closed your eyes as you felt his soft lips plant a passionate yet careful kiss which was briefly deepened as you wrapped your arms around his neck, while his in your waist. 

Finally pulling back, there was a slight chuckle from Draco which made you raise your eyebrows. You crossed your arms in confusion to where this meant. 

“Anything funny, Malfoy?”

Draco slowly stood up by himself, regaining his balance as he whisked away the snow that was falling onto his clothes. “Maybe I could skate my way into your heart.” 

You gave out a genuine laugh as it was cheesy yet funny enough. He extended his arm as you grabbed onto it tightly, standing up beside him as you rolled your eyes playfully at him and nudged him in the shoulder. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t know how to skate? Just because you bought the best skates doesn’t mean it will automatically turn you into a good skater! You can’t buy talent, Malfoy.”

“Father suggested I get the best. Maybe you could teach me?”

“How to skate your way into my heart?” You giggled. 

Draco pointed at you with a smirk saying, ‘Hey, that was you who said that, not me!’ 

“Darling, we all know I meant by skating. But, I suppose that could work too.” 

“Well, maybe we could start with your suggestion first, wouldn’t want Mr. Malfoy’s money to go wasted if you don’t use your skates.” Then you held out an arm for him to cling on so that you could start gliding together.

[carewyncromwell]

“I am the one voice in the cold wind that whispers, And if you listen, you'll hear me call across the sky... As long as I still can reach out and touch you, Then I will never die.”

~“Remember,” by Josh Groban

x~x~x~x

By the early 1940′s, the Dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald had paralyzed all of Europe in terror. While the Muggles fought their own second world war, Grindelwald used the chaos in the Muggle world as a perfect excuse to attack anyone of non-magical blood with no possibility of repercussions. He’d amassed hundreds of thousands of followers across Europe of varying degrees, whether active blood purists, political figures who stupidly thought to use him to achieve their own personal ambitions, or just people too cowardly to stand against him. It had gotten to the point that even the British Ministry of Magic couldn’t look the other way, even if Grindelwald had yet to permeate their shores -- and so, quietly, they set about sending aid to those countries opposing Grindelwald, with help from intelligence provided by individual agents. One of those such agents ended up being the vampire who the occupants of Hogsmeade village and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry called Bat Varney.

Bat Varney -- or as he was known when he was human, Robert Harker -- was unusual among his kind. Unlike most vampires who tend to stay away from humans and live in vampire colonies, Bat resided in the attic over the Honeydukes sweet shop and, in the evenings, was frequently seen walking the streets of Hogsmeade village, providing services to those witches and wizards requiring information on anything from dragon breeding to Quidditch strategy.

From the moment he first caught wind of Grindelwald’s rise, Bat took an immediate interest, not just because he himself was a Muggle-born, but because he feared for the safety of those humans he’d grown attached to in the last forty years -- the Honeydukes clan; Ann Smith @danceworshipper​; the Selwyn-Ellison family, Adelia, Teddy, Violet, and Bertie @that-ravenpuff-witch​; Hogwarts’s current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Danny Gibson @catohphm​, and his wife Victoria @hphm-brooke​; and Hogwarts’s previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and Bat’s closest companion, Atticus Grimsley @cursebreakerfarrier​. Although the vampire knew full well his life-span would more than exceed theirs, just as it had those of his wife Loretta, daughter Irene, and ex-best-friend Cecelia, Bat was determined not to let anything prevent his found family from living the full and happy lives they deserved...and so he offered all of his encyclopedic knowledge, cobbled together over the last hundred and sixty years, to help the British Ministry and other European Ministries tackle Grindelwald. But soon enough, the cat came out of the bag, and Grindelwald learned the identity of the British agent who had been so instrumental in the growing movement against him. When he did, the Dark wizard decided to take decisive action.

In December 1941, Grindelwald came ashore to the United Kingdom for the first time in forty years, and when he did, his first stop was the wizarding village of Hogsmeade. Never in the wizarding village’s history had it ever been attacked, and yet thanks to Grindelwald, it was in flames. Christmas garlands were set ablaze, windows had been smashed, and people fled screaming -- the overcast sky was soon darkened further with smoke and ash, effectively blocking out the sun. This is the only reason why Bat Varney was able to leave the safety of Honeydukes’s attic to confront Grindelwald himself. After instructing the Honeydukes family to head straight to Hogwarts for their safety, the once-veteran attacked the notorious Dark wizard with nothing but a knife and his own fangs and fists. He couldn’t use magic anymore, but there was no way in Hell Bat was going to sit back and do nothing, particularly when he was much more able to shake off a mortal injury than the average person.

As fate would have it, retired Auror Teddy Ellison had been in Hogsmeade that day himself doing Christmas shopping, and he helped rescue and protect the residents of Hogsmeade from their flaming town as best he could. Meanwhile, at Hogwarts, professors Danny Gibson, Adelia Selwyn-Ellison, and Albus Dumbledore were among the first to hear of the trouble in Hogsmeade. Although Dumbledore looked unusually pale and terrified, the witch and the two wizards all quickly raced to the village as fast as they could.

When the Transfiguration, Potions, and Defense Against the Dark Arts professors arrived, however, they found the town largely burned to ash and Grindelwald gone. In the center of the cobblestone street was Teddy Ellison, shaking from head to toe as he struggled to disperse the crowd of townspeople who had gathered in a huddled mass in the center of the street. Adelia and Danny immediately rushed over to Teddy, demanding to know where Grindelwald was, where Bat was -- and Teddy’s eyes flooded with tears as he recounted what had happened.

Grindelwald had only attacked Hogsmeade, it seemed, to go after Bat. When the vampire had shown his face, Grindelwald had immediately set about attacking him -- blasting him off his feet, slamming him into the ground, crushing him with pieces of buildings, and beating him within an inch of his life. He even used the Cruciatus and Killing Curses, all the while proclaiming to the surrounding citizens of Hogsmeade that this is the proper justice for someone who places the safety of Muggles and their brood over pure wizarding blood. And yet despite all this, Bat couldn’t die and, more importantly, he wouldn’t stand down. His eyes consumed with red, Bat fought back, even managing to injure Grindelwald multiple times by punching him in the face, stabbing him in the leg with a knife, and taking a bite out of his shoulder with his own fangs. At last Grindelwald had only one option left to him to try to destroy Bat -- he Transfigured part of a lamp post into a quasi-stake and hurtled it straight into the vampire’s chest. The force of the metal puncturing his heart threw Bat completely off his feet and into the ground, making him choke as blood stained the front of his chest.

Racing forward to try to help Bat, Teddy shot a wide array of Stunning spells and Blasting Curses at Grindelwald, but the Dark wizard soon overpowered him and quelled the middle-aged man with a white-hot, blazing Cruciatus Curse. Teddy had only escaped because Bat -- still staked through the heart -- ran up behind Grindelwald and slashed at the Dark wizard’s wand hand with his knife. With a bellow of pain, Grindelwald dropped his wand; Bat tried to overpower him by putting him in a headlock, but he was too encumbered by the stake in his chest and his weakened state due to blood loss and the vampiric blood lust that accompanied it. With a rage unseen by man, Grindelwald somehow was powerful enough to call his wand back to his hand and, in an instant, he’d blasted the vampire off of him. As Grindelwald bore down on Bat, his eyes blazed with hatred.

“You are a troublesome leech, Bartholomew Varney,” he said in a soft, dangerous whisper. “Now it ends.”

Despite the pain in his internal organs, the weakness of his limbs, and the throbbing of his head, Bat nonetheless was somehow able to pull himself up onto his knees, his lips curled up in a smirk as his sclera-less scarlet eyes bore into Grindelwald’s face.

“I don’t fear death, Grindelwald,” he rasped, and there was no question that he meant it. “I am not the sort of fool, as you are, who’d chase after the Deathly Hallows.”

This final taunt, peppered by the knowledge that Bat had sussed out the secret he’d fought hard to keep under wraps and may have exposed it to others, was the last straw for Grindelwald. Within three seconds, he’d used a violent, flaring violet curse to rip off Bat Varney’s head.

The death of Hogsmeade’s well-regarded vampire scholar devastated both the village’s residents and the neighboring school’s faculty and students. The loss of his surrogate uncle, coupled with the opening of the Chamber of Secrets that same year, prompted Danny Gibson to retire from teaching all together. The Selwyn-Ellisons were also heartbroken at the loss of their “Uncle Bat” -- their Christmas that year was the gloomiest it had ever been, for none of them had the heart to celebrate Bat’s favorite holiday without him. Worst of all, though, was Atticus Grimsley. The retired professor had come to grips with the fact that he would die first, as Bat had...but with the opposite having come true instead, Atticus was beside himself with grief at the loss of the man who’d been the closest friend he’d ever had -- the person who’d made him feel happier, more loved, and less alone than he’d ever been in his life.

It was this despair in response to a tragedy so close to home that finally pushed Albus Dumbledore over the edge and forced him to finally accept what a threat Grindelwald really was to the Wizarding World. Within days of Bat’s death, Dumbledore started his own moves to fight back against his old flame, and within four years, the Transfiguration professor had defeated Grindelwald in combat and taken the Elder Wand for himself.

Within a year of Bat’s death, the Honeydukes family, with some financial help from Bat’s many friends, mounted a gold plaque on the bricks just in front of their shop window that read --

In memory of Robert Harker, otherwise known as Bartholomew “Bat” Varney:

A Vampire with the mind of a teacher, the soul of a soldier, and a heart braver than most men.

b. 1 July 1761 / d. 13 December 1941

In 1946, after Grindelwald’s fall, a statue of Bat Varney was also placed on the inside of the archway into Hogsmeade village. Although it was placed in the shadows and so very often could be overlooked by passerby, it kept a diligent watch on everyone who entered the little village like a silent guardian for many years to come.

[oneboxofmatches]

I hope it's okay to ask for a HP romantic and friend matchup from the golden trio era and possibly romantic for marauders (please don't feel like you have to do the marauders one too if it's too much. I definitely don't want to stress you).

My pronouns are she/her and my romantic preference would be for a guy. I'm 5'4 and my style usually lingers somewhere between feminine, preppy, and "basic". I do think it's important to put at least some level of effort into my appearance.

My HP house is Ravenclaw (second highest Slytherin) and my enneagram is 1w2 (with 3 as a very close second top number)

I'm a super hardworking and ambitious person (sometimes at the expense of my own mental health and wellness). It's important to me to be able to work towards my goals and be with someone who has goals of their own. I'd get frustrated by someone who never knows when to take things seriously. I have a tendency to stress myself out sometimes and often let my stress bottle up. Cleaning/organizing and baking always help me feel centered and reduce my stress when I feel like I'm freaking out a bit. I tend to also be a little bit of a control freak on occasion in everyday life.

I can be a bit reserved when it comes to meeting new people, but when I'm around my close friends and family, I'm more open and talkative. I don't feel the need to force conversation though and can enjoy time around people just by doing our own thing next to each other and relaxing in each other's company. My friends and family are really important to me and I always try to be reliable and there for them whenever they need support.

When it comes to hobbies, I enjoy reading, watching tv/movies, cross stitch, and shopping. I used to be on a dance drill team and have continued doing yoga to keep up my flexibility because it helps me feel healthy. My favorite genres in books, movies, tv shows, etc. are romance and mystery, but I especially love when something has a big plot twist or is really thought provoking so that I can discuss it with someone I know. I also tend to be a romantic. I'm not really an outdoorsy person though and don't enjoy things like camping and hiking a ton.

When it comes to my idea of a perfect date it would probably be something pretty classic like going out to a nice dinner. I do enjoy getting dressed up and doing something fancy. Though, I'd also enjoy something like going to a carnival or festival together and just enjoying each other's company for a day. The most important thing is just spending time and connecting with the person I care about. My love languages are quality time and physical touch. It's simple, but I think it's super sweet just walking down the street and holding hands with someone. I also think it's nice when someone is taller than me so I can lean my head on their arm or shoulder while we stand next to each other (this sounds cheesy haha).

Goodness this came out so long, but I hope it's okay. Thanks so much for doing this!

This was amazing and no problem at all, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!!

In the Golden Trio era, I romantically pair you with…

CEDRIC DIGGORY

You value hard work. Cedric is by no means a stranger to hard work. Getting paired together for a project is the most likely way you two realized just how much you can accomplish together.

While Cedric realizes the importance of his schooling and the high piles of work that come with it, he also recognizes that maintaining a balance between “work” and “play” is the secret to a healthy, manageable life. He admires your work ethic (and supports your goals 100%), but he’s also the first to advise taking a step back when the world starts asking too much of you.

It’s because Cedric has the utmost respect for you that he doesn’t just outright dismiss your outbursts that occur whenever he’s attempting to get you to relax for a moment. He makes sure you know that he finds both the work you’re doing as well as your mental health important, and all he wants to do is help you find that middle ground where you don’t have to sacrifice either one.

Learning that you already have ways to cope with stress (cleaning, organizing, baking) eases his mind, and he even uses this information to his benefit. He knows that suggesting one of these activities as an alternative to partaking in any stressful work environment you’ve found yourself in betters the chances of you taking a well-deserved break.

Aside from actual dates, it’s these little breaks where the two of you spend the most quality time together. In terms of conversation, things can range from talking lightly about your days, taking on a vulnerable tone for more personal topics, or even just a silence that sits comfortably between you while you work.

Also, it’s almost surprising how much Cedric loves watching mystery TV shows and movies with you. It’s not necessarily something he would’ve found himself doing otherwise, but he loves having someone to share the massive surprise that comes with a major plot twist. After the screen goes dark, you two can find yourselves discussing what you just watched for hours without growing bored.

As for the traditional dates, you can bet that Cedric is up for both dressing up for a nice restaurant or taking the more casual route by going to a carnival. The variety not only keeps your relationship interesting, but it proves that the location really doesn’t matter -- you enjoy yourselves and feel just as strongly for each other no matter what.

Overall, the mutual respect and dedication between you and Cedric create the ultimate power couple dynamic. Alone you can accomplish many things, but together the possibilities are endless. But at the end of a long day, it becomes clear that having each other is all that really matters.

As a friend, I think you’d best be matched with…

DRACO MALFOY

Don’t be fooled. Before this friendship was anywhere near friendly, you and Draco made up one of the most competitive duos Hogwarts has ever seen. Your high work ethic and his constant need to be recognized as a great wizard clashed, and Draco was found applying himself to his work like he never had before.

It probably took you two being forced to work together to realize you (surprise!!!) actually make a pretty good team.

The sudden burst of motivation Draco found while competing against you stays after you become friends, and you’re the one who teaches him how to use this newfound ethic more efficiently. He recognizes that you taking a break from your own work to give him these helpful pointers is a big deal, and though he doesn’t say it, he’s grateful.

Whenever he isn’t off trying to impress someone or make sure his name remains respected, he’s often in the library with you, working away. You don’t talk much, though the question “How are things?” serves as a solid conversation started for the times when the work you’re doing doesn’t need to be rushed.

You both come to find that you value the other’s opinion on many things. Both schoolwork and social matters are things you bring up with the other, and advice-giving (yes, Draco can give advice when he feels like it) becomes a common theme.

Support becomes a key part of your friendship. Draco makes sure you take care of yourself and you make sure he knows he’s more than just his last name. Rumors of his family’s involvement in certain affairs aren’t exactly rare, and while you don’t force him to open up, you make a point to remind him time after time that he has the power to choose his own destiny.

And when he does finally open up to you in private, your opinion of him doesn’t change in the slightest. You reassure him of this, explaining that whatever he needs, you’re there for him. You realize you can’t do much to change his situation, but you know that simply being a loyal friend through all this might be just what he needs.

Overall, you and Draco hold each other in very high regard, and though you bring different perspectives to the table, you realize you’re willing to help each other in any way you can.

In the Marauders era, I romantically pair you with…

REMUS LUPIN

Remus understands you find his friends annoying. He finds them annoying. But seeing you sit through one of their worst hyperactive, downright ridiculous episodes just so you could spend time with him while knowing you can get fed up with people who have a hard time taking anything seriously demonstrated that you were committed to your relationship and were willing to accommodate whoever he hung out with.

As someone who outworks over ¾ the school, Remus is a master at recognizing the early stages of burnout. Whenever he sees it in you, he’ll take on a softer tone and gently ask if you’d like to direct your attention elsewhere for a while and return to work at a later time.

You often work in the same room as each other, taking solace in the gentle quiet you two can find if you get lucky enough to find such a spot. While you both enjoy the peaceful, intimate conversations that usually come at the end of a long day, you are also content with saving that for later and using the time at hand to focus on schooling.

The complexity of your conversations (whether it be about the latest book you both read, a recent assignment from a shared class, or one of life’s mysteries) is much higher than that of the average couple. With the level of thought you two are already capable of, you challenge each other by exploring new ways of thinking together.

Remus can be quite the romantic when he wants to be. Respectful, yet simple gestures (such as opening a door for you) are a given, but he also loves little signs of affection such as holding your hand as you walk through Hogsmeade. He revels in the feeling of being close to you, and don’t be surprised if he gives your hand a gentle squeeze once in a while.

Overall, not only do you and Remus unlock new levels of thought and productivity, but you also have a pure, sweet love for each other that is timeless.

[unchosens]

wonderful graphic thanks to @theboywhv, the best person alive

❝ there’s something inside you, it’s hard to explain. they’re talking about you, boy, but you’re still the same. ❞ Merlin’s beard, what is ( HARRY JAMES POTTER ) doing out at this hour? For a ( HALF-BLOOD ) who is ( 46 ) years old, ( HE ) really ought to know better. You know, I hear that they’re aligned with ( THE ORDER ), but that could be just a rumor. I do know that they're ( CISMALE ) and a ( GRYFFINDOR ) alum who works as a ( UNEMPLOYED ) though. They're very ( RESILIENT ) and ( SELFLESS ) but also quite ( SOLITARY ) and ( WRATHFUL ), which could be why they remind of ( TRUSTING YOUR GUT, LESSONS LEARNT THE HARD WAY, OLD SCARS AND FRESH WOUNDS, THE WEIGHT OF DUTY ). Some people say they’re the spitting image of ( NAVEEN ANDREWS ), but I’ve never heard of them. Word on the street is that they're ( THE REVENANT ) and their prophecy is ( PROPHECY #58. ), but only time will tell if that's true or not. 

triggers: death, parental death, ptsd, torture

“THE REVENANT is the only person who can vanquish the unspeakable enemy, for they possess power that their nemesis knows not. When all is said and done, only they and they alone can end this for good. But if they fall, the entire world will fall with them.”

POST WAR.

Life was difficult for Harry after the war. He couldn’t bear the idea of going back to Hogwarts. Not only did the memories of everyone who died there haunt him, but it felt pointless. He didn’t belong there anymore, sitting in class, trying to pretend everything was the same. Harry signed up with the Aurors instead, in the direct aftermath not seeing another path for himself than to continue what he had started in protecting others. The work didn’t exactly make him happy, but it was a fulfilling purpose, helping him get up in the morning every day.

[PTSD TW; TORTURE TW] The lightning scar had never been the worst of his wounds. The memories of the people who’d died (for him), the feeling of Voldemort in his head, the sounds of Hermione screaming under torture, Remus, Tonks, Fred and Colin dead in the Great Hall were all what truly lingered. He tried his best, but he couldn’t help but think if he’d been smarter, done things a better way, they’d still be alive. They could all still be alive. The things Harry had done himself – such as the torture of Amycus Carrow - haunted him less, but he wasn’t proud of it either. There were days he thought he’d never get out of his own head, once trapped there by Voldemort, now only by himself – days he thought something had gone wrong inside of him and he simply wasn’t built for anything but fighting a war. It was Ron and Hermione he leaned on most, who helped him recover from the very worst of his depression and PTSD, but they couldn’t make it go away, couldn’t fix it just by being at his side as they had done for so many of his problems. His symptoms were mainly expressed through recurring vivid nightmares, consistent low moods, continuing hyper-vigilance/alertness in his day-to-day activities and frequent self-isolation. Harry was never good at talking about the things that bothered him most, and it was no different now, he kept most of it inside and threw himself into his new purpose, being an Auror. [END TW]

He tried his best to keep functioning, to keep seeing his friends - Harry hated the thought of worrying them and he needed to be around them, too, for his own peace of mind. Teddy also meant the world to him and he was determined to be there for his godchild , the closest person he now had to family. Andromeda remained Teddy’s primary caregiver and was scarcely willing to be parted from her only remaining family for much more than an hour, but she and Harry got along surprisingly well and she soon became comfortable with letting Harry look after him for longer periods. She treated Harry not as a hero, but as the shell-shocked and traumatised young man that he was. He certainly wasn’t ready to be a parent to a young child, but Harry visited often, at least two or three afternoons a week, at his most presentable, determined to at least be a steady presence in Teddy’s life. Usually, he ended up sleeping the night when Andromeda forced him to stay over in the guest room. She could tell that left to his own devices, he wasn’t getting much rest.

Soon after the post-battle clean up, when Kingsley approached him about Auror training, Harry didn’t hesitate. It was what he had always planned on – the only thing he’d planned on. And it was a natural extension of the work he’d already been doing, helping with the trials and the remaining Death Eaters. For someone not expecting to survive, there was something healing about participating in the clean-up, in the rebuild. It wasn’t that he couldn’t see a different path – quidditch, teaching, all things he enjoyed, that he might have made a life out of. In another life. At the end of the day, that life wasn’t for him. It might have been restful – but Harry knew he had never been a restful person. He never would be. At least now it was on his terms, his choice. That’s not to say he managed to find a healthy balance – Harry threw himself into the work, caring little for his own wellbeing when the only thing he feared was losing momentum and having to think about the trauma of the war.

Becoming an Auror required a lengthy adjustment process. The war was over, yes, but it was time for politics to begin, and there, Harry was out of his depth. He had old scars, too, literally and figuratively, from dealing with the Ministry and a lot of distrust. He’d never been good at working with others, who weren’t Ron and Hermione, but luckily, both were still at his side. What was difficult was learning to accept help from other people too, and getting used to the slow and bureaucratic way Aurors had of solving problems. Harry couldn’t just throw himself headfirst into danger anymore, surviving on skill, luck and nerve – he had to listen, obey orders and co-operate. All of which he found difficult, used to operating on his own, or under the trusted instructions of Dumbledore – the only person he’d ever really had to answer to in the past. Now there was a whole department full of co-workers and bosses who he had to find a way to get along with, many of whom thought he scarcely had the right to be there.

Harry had never gotten along with the Ministry - had in fact in the past refused to co-operate with them. Now that the story was out and his defeat of Voldemort and quest to destroy the horcruxes was public knowledge, some resented that Harry, a seventeen year old boy had not confided in the Aurors - they believed they should have been entrusted with the mission, that Harry keeping the secret close to his chest had been reckless and selfish. It was mostly due to Kingsley’s influence that Harry was hired - he wanted someone he could trust within the department given the upheaval it had gone through during the war. Of the Aurors, some had gone on the run, some had been killed, some had been Imperiused and some had been collaborators who were now imprisoned themselves. As Gawain Robards attempted to put the cracks of the Department back together,  Harry found himself at odds with many of his senior co-workers, who believed that Harry saw himself as above the law - much as they believed his mentor Dumbledore had. 

In return, it was only Kingsley who Harry really trusted. He was suspicious of many of the Aurors he’d come across in the past - people like Dawlish, Proudfoot and Savage, who may not have been working for Voldemort, but had done plenty of damage regardless due to their unquestioning loyalty and fanaticism for the Ministry’s rule. Dawlish in particular was a problem, given that he had been Imperiused by the Death Eaters after their takeover of the Ministry, something he was particularly susceptible to after the Order had Confunded him several times. For this, he blamed Harry.  Their working relationship was tense to say the least, and it was a relief for Harry when he began to rise through the ranks and no longer had to answer to Dawlish. 

At first, though, Harry just wanted to work. Help in the trials, make things better, not get involved in politics. He remained fervently distrusting of the Ministry, though he believed Minister Shacklebolt was different. It was Hermione who’d always had the passion for causes in the abstract, things like S.P.E.W., that honestly, Harry had barely even feigned interest in. He’d step up every time if there was danger, if someone needed him – throw his life on the line without a second thought, fight back against a threat, an aggressor, a tyrant – but he was never really a revolutionary.

Instead, Harry had somehow naturally fallen into a role as a Dementor expert. For the first couple of years after the war, he was a dedicated – some might say obsessive – member of the Dementor Task Force. The task force concentrated on tracking down the Dementors that had been working for Voldemort and getting them away from the wizarding and muggle villages that they had gotten used to targeting in big swarms. It wasn’t precisely healthy - Harry had always been affected by them worse than most and especially after the war, when he was already in a dark place, constantly reliving all the worst memories and being dragged into low moods by the Dementors wasn’t good for him. Especially as he approached the job with the razor-like focus he had so often been consumed by in the past. But he pushed on anyway, arguing that it wasn’t as if other people had an easy time with them either. He’d do his share. His famously strong Patronus put him in a better position than most of his co-workers anyway, which is what got him originally appointed to the force.

Then, at the same time as Harry was working hard on driving the Dementors away from people they would harm, he learnt that the Ministry was still intent on using them in Azkaban as prison guards. As before, for Harry, it’s when it becomes personal that he takes an interest in politics, and then he is unstoppable. Nothing was more painful to him than the memory of Sirius’ twelve years in Azkaban without a trial, the lost years they could have had together, and the life stolen from his godfather, sucked dry by the Dementors. Even aside from that, the Dementors turned coat before and could do so again. Harry would rather trust people than the dark creatures, if he has to trust anyone outside his core group at all.

So he then found himself getting involved in politics after all, more than simply saying a few words here and there, or supporting Hermione in one of her reforms. His friends were glad of it, encouraging him to take a step back from active duty hunting down the Dementors, having been concerned as Harry experienced his darkest period since the end of the war. The good news was that the famous Golden Trio were still inseparable, and frankly, unstoppable when they had a cause. It was mostly Hermione leading the way, but Harry wasn’t going to sit back and participate in more of the same Ministry corruption either. He turned his focus on prison and trial reform relentlessly, steadily growing more comfortable in being a leading voice, and since then recognised as one of the more influential Aurors in the department, likely to be appointed to leadership in time.

[TORTURE TW] Yet Harry himself was far from perfect. While he wasn’t especially guilt-ridden over his needless and anger-fuelled torture of Carrow, or the other, more practical uses he’d made of the Imperius Curse during the war, he couldn’t in good conscience fail to recount the whole story, everything he had done, when telling Kingsley what had happened, right after the battle. Kingsley organised a pardon for war crimes, which he then promptly buried at the Ministry for political reasons, aware that people didn’t want to know this about their hero. His motivations were both to protect Harry from undergoing more scrutiny when he had been through so much already – and at the same time, ensure the new government wasn’t tarnished by this complication. [TORTURE TW]

Harry went along with this, hating the idea of undergoing more publicity, more attention, and following Kingsley’s lead to let it rest, not yet wary of what this could mean for continuing corruption in the Ministry.  His use of the Unforgivables remain a secret even now, something not known to many outside of Harry’s closest circle of Ginny, Ron, Hermione and some of the Order. When Harry thought of that time and what he did, he remembered the danger of his temper, of what he was capable of if he gave into anger, of where it could lead him. That, more than anything else, was what haunted him about what he’d done and was a warning he planned on passing on to his children when he considered them old enough – yet he often put it off, afraid of what they might come to think of him.  

Before that, he and Ginny rebuilt their relationship, finding their deep connection to still be alive and strong after the horrors of war. It was Ginny who got him without Harry having to speak, and it was Ginny who could make him laugh again. She understood the trauma in his past and had never changed the way she looked at him. They eventually got married and supported each other as they grew their careers, Ginny in professional Quidditch and Harry in working his way up the ranks of the Aurors until he became Head Auror. 

 As his family grew, Harry truly felt for the first time in his life that he was putting the past to rest, finally letting go of all his pain. It was James who came first - a child rejected by his birth family on account of his magic. The pain of being an outsider was something Harry knew well - his own childhood had very little love in it once he was sent to the Dursleys - and his heart instantly went out to the little boy. When some time later, another baby was left on his and Ginny’s doorstep, just as he had been left on a doorstep himself years ago, to some it might have seemed as if fate was guiding his life again. But Harry didn’t think about it like that. He still believed what Dumbledore had told him - that it was choices that mattered. Not ability, not blood, not birth, not fate. It had been Sirius Black, a man not related to him by anything but the ties of friendship and love that had given Harry his first experience of family, of a father. It seemed right that he could do the same for his two sons - more than right, it was what he wanted, more than anything. A third child, Lily, made their family complete. As a parent, he wanted to ensure his children grew up with everything he didn’t have, as well as give them the best of him, usually at his most patient and even-tempered around them, if also a little overprotective. 

Protecting his family was his highest priority, but his fame and position made it difficult. Harry tried to keep his kids from the spotlight as much as possible, but even he knew it was hopeless. The press had never stopped being interested in the Boy Who Lived, even once he was a man. For himself, he hated the publicity - personally, he could never quite get over the lies and the harassment he’d faced, the way he'd been treated as a spectacle to dissect all over the front page. But Harry had also seen firsthand what it was like when false information and dogma was fed through the news and so professionally, he knew it was crucial to speak to them – in his capacity as Head Auror only. His most important rule, which he made clear at every interview with his sternest expression and very coldest voice was that he never spoke about his family. All he ever wanted was for his children to have safe and happy lives, and he would have done anything to make that happen. It was why Harry struggled with Lily’s ambition to be an Auror. At once painfully proud and fiercely worried that she would find the cycle of violence and darkness too much to bear, it took time for him to accept that she was just as stubborn as he ever was. 

THE SECOND WAR.

The rise of the Wraiths made Harry furious, perhaps more than even he had ever been before (and he was always very good at anger). The sacrifices he had made, that the people who had fought and died had made, were not going to be made into nothing. He had been frustrated for some time by Orion Lestrange - it had been clear to Harry that the wizard had been planning some kind of attack, but within the law, there had been nothing he could do while Orion hid behind a cover of political freedom. While at many times in his career he had felt the old frustration with the Ministry and its skewed priorities and limitations, he was now truly disillusioned at the way it seemed to harm more than help, despite the contributions of Kingsley, Hermione and Harry himself. He now felt as though he had failed to make a difference, failed to prevent this war, a mistake that was proving catastrophic. 

Harry then reformed the Order not just to fight, but to win. And this time, he had no intention of doing it in secret, beyond the covertness necessary for survival. The Order itself would be secret, but Harry was going to speak out. This was their world now. They weren’t children, and they weren’t powerless.

He depended on his old circle to be his fellow leaders, Ron and Hermione, Ginny, Luna and Neville – there was no one else he trusted more, and together he had faith they could end this, for once and for all this time. 

He took the codename Hart, a reference to his stag Patronus - hart being a term for an adult red deer, was also chosen for Gryffindor red, but of course, he had to endure a lot of jokes mostly from Ron and the Weasley brothers about being the heart of the Order. All of which Harry dismissed with an eyeroll – he wasn’t special, certainly not more than any of them. They were going to win together. 

When Harry heard about the Prophecy, his determination to fight didn’t change, but he also felt a deep dread, an ever-increasing disconcertment at the way history seemed to be repeating itself. He wasn’t afraid of having to fight Voldemort again – he would do that prophecy be damned. He didn’t need a prophecy to tell him to do that. But Harry was afraid of the past repeating itself, of more people dying for him, of them making a sacrifice for someone who wasn’t worth it. How could he, how could one person, be worth all the death that lay in his past? The worst of it was the fear of who could be lost next – his children, the very best of his life; his wife, who was the greatest source of happiness he’d ever had; or his friends, who’d never backed down from his side, despite the risks they’d faced. 

The thing about prophecies was that Harry learnt them, as he learnt so many things, at Dumbledore’s knee. Hearing this one made him angry. The only one who could defeat an unspeakable enemy? Already, it implied that he would once more be the victor, the one to survive, the one who lives. What about his children? His wife? His best friends? There were no assurances for them and Harry had no intention of being the survivor this time, not if it meant losing them. The one thing he wanted was to end this war before his children had to be more involved than they already were. And that, to Harry, meant not listening to the prophecy. He already knew they didn’t have to be true – that it was Voldemort who had really marked Harry as his eventual killer. Dumbledore had told him that, and whatever complicated feelings he had about the man, who he at once loved, resented and couldn’t bear to hear criticised, Harry still had more faith in him than just about anyone else. If there needed to be a sacrifice this time, he’d be the one to do it.

The only problem was that if other people chose to believe the prophecy – and they did – he and his family would be a target. He knew in a way that it was his own fault. After all, he did defeat Voldemort. But Harry also knew it wasn’t because of any prophecy. As he once put it, he chose to walk into that arena with his head held high and do the job marked for him, by Voldemort, by Dumbledore – but not by fate. To the rest of the world, though, he had proven once before that he was the Chosen One. So the Potter family increased their protections, and went as close into hiding as they could go without actually going into hiding, all the while the spectres of James and Lily I and their fate hanging over him.     

Meanwhile, considering his determination to not believe this Prophecy, Harry started thinking about what might happen if he did die. It was certainly not his intention to die – he didn’t mean to sacrifice himself simply for the sake of it, but he’d fight and die if necessary, like anyone else. He had to think, then, about how that might mean leaving his children with nothing. Years ago he’d given the Marauder’s Map to Teddy, who he assumed had since passed it down to James, and perhaps Albus and Lily in turn (Harry didn’t need to know about that, it wasn’t supposed to be passed down from parent to child, but from mischief maker to mischief maker - though regardless of that, he knew what it was like to crave a connection to the father you’d never known and it belonged as much to the Lupins as to the Potters). 

Now, however, Harry gave his long-treasured Invisibility Cloak to Lily as a means of protection at Hogwarts from the student Wraiths and also as a tacit sign of his approval of her decision to become an Auror. But truthfully, it was also because of his uncertainty of whether he’d make it out alive this time. Perhaps, if the worst indeed came, it would give her comfort, as having something of his own father always had for him. He also, at this time, looked past his own desire to stay perfect in her eyes and told Lily about his own use of the Unforgivable Curses in his past, knowing that she was in many ways, just like him - and if Lily was going to choose the same path as him, face the same darkness, he wanted to warn her of the dangers of their shared temperament. He had passed on enough pain to Lily already and he did not want her to repeat his mistakes. At Hogwarts, Lily did need the Cloak the most; for James, Albus and Teddy, all adults, he focused on giving them all the time he could, just in case. He wanted them to know there was nothing in the world he loved as much. That it had all been worth it, to get to this part of his life, where he got to have them. 

DEATH AND RESURRECTION.

The one thing he wanted was to end this war before his children had to be more involved than they already were. But tragically, that hope ended the same night Harry’s life did. Lestrange, something of a sadist, had chosen the night on purpose and tormented Harry with the fact before he died. Harry gave up any hope of escape, preferring to buy time for his family.

Ginny took James and Albus to safety, to the Granger-Weasley safehouse, only to return with Ron and Hermione to help Harry. They were too late to find anything more than his body, bereft of his wand, which had been taken by the Wraiths as a trophy. 

He was buried at Godric’s Hollow, in the graveyard next to his parents’ plot. On their other side is a memorial stone Harry organised himself, honouring Sirius and Regulus Black, neither of whom left a body behind. Harry, alongside Andromeda, also oversaw the burials of Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks at Godric’s Hollow. 

While the fact that he has been brought back from the dead as a living revenant seems to point to the prophecy’s accuracy, the old Harry would have pointed out that knowledge of the prophecy would have encouraged the Knights to bring him back as just that – a self-fulfilling prophecy once more. Now, without his memories, Harry is less inclined to regard the prophecy as false, not when everyone around him seems to credit it but it remains yet another thing Harry struggles to believe about himself. What chance does he have of defeating any enemy? He doesn’t even know who he is. He doesn’t know if he wants to know who he is, if he even wants to be alive. He might be a revenant, but he isn’t a hero. It’s not that he doesn’t want to help. If he knew where to start, he’d try. For all his confusion and grief over the heaven he’s lost, there’s no part of Harry capable of sitting back and doing nothing. But he’s lost. Whoever Harry Potter used to be, he’s no one’s Chosen One anymore. 

Harry Potter had been resting, at peace. He was torn away from that when he woke up in his grave, to be found by the Knights and told who he was. At first he felt nothing so much as confusion. All he could really remember was being safe, comfortable, warm; now it was eyes on him all the time, hushed whispers in his presence, frightened voices and angry discussions in which people threw around blame. Learning of his past made him more unnerved still – it was impossible to think of being this person others described, apparently the perfect hero … though Harry can’t help but see the trail of death that seems to follow this past self of his in all the stories. Touching everyone except him. 

Being around his old family and friends is, for the most part, uncomfortable. He doesn’t know how to act around any of them, he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to be. And they look at him with so much expectation, so much hope. It’s the worst around his children. The way they look at him could break him if he let it. Despite everything he doesn’t remember, Harry hates the feeling that he’s disappointing people. It hurts to let them down, when it seems as if they love him so very much. If only he could remember. But no matter how much he tries, he can’t find what he’s lost – what, he sometimes thinks, might no longer exist as anything other than someone else’s memory. 

And there are times he doesn’t want to try. Times all he feels is anger, an anger he tries not to show, but it’s there. He doesn’t belong here. He shouldn’t be here. And they brought him back. It was the first thing he had said when he was pulled out of the grave – “I’m not supposed to be here. Who are you? Why did you do this to me?” Since then, it’s never really stopped hurting. It got worse when he learnt about Neville Longbottom – Harry doesn’t remember the man, but knowing he should be alive and Harry should be dead is a lot to bear. From the stories, though, allowing other people to die for him is nothing new. The question is why other people keep going along with it. 

With the resurrection, Harry has been altered. Some things remain the same – he’s still brave and determined, still resilient and certainly still internalising his own feelings, trying to be strong, because it’s what people seem to expect of him, what they’re looking to him for. And he can’t help but try to be what others need instinctively, though truth be told, he’s no better than he ever was at comforting others, awkward and unpractised at both words and touches of love. The feeling of a wand in his hand is familiar, even if he doesn’t remember old spells, and he seems to have a way of rubbing the scar on his forehead when he’s thinking, or brushing flat the unruly hair on his head, that might well painfully remind his forgotten loved ones of the man they knew. But while he still feels those old instincts deep within, ultimately, he’s more consumed with himself and his own pain. It’s something like being a child again – egocentric and absorbed in his own feelings. 

His worst flaws, the ones that before his death, Harry had spent years working on and trying to master are instead amplified – his temper, impatience, independent streak, tendency to internalise and his disregard of his own life. For now, he’s cooperating, remaining hidden in the Order safehouse, but he’s never been easy to control, and while others are consumed with trying to figure out what to do about Harry, what’s right - even with the best of intentions, he’s never liked being told what to do or “handled” like a problem. As if he’s incapable. In fact, that tends to make him more defiant, more reckless, and without the bitterly learnt lessons in controlling those urges, Harry is every day more likely to do something he can’t take back. 

The worst part of it is that he doesn’t really know what he wants – to do anything and everything possible to get back his memories, regardless of danger? To fight alongside the people who are apparently his family? Or to leave, to take the offer of a peaceful life without any of them, to leave and never look back? Deep down, there’s another urge, to give up entirely, to stop fighting past the pain he feels in order to stay alive – it’d be easier to return to the heaven he’d lost. That much he can’t say out loud to anyone, sure of the pain it would cause to these people who won’t seem to stop fighting for him, whether he wants them to or not. 

[suits-of-woe]

Regan, Cornwall, Goneril & Edmund, give me all the trash children whomst I love

Thank you! I love all of these trash children far, far too much. (@harry-leroy we’re out here Lear posting :) )

Regan:

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: Just pure confidence and badassery. Unless I’m forgetting someone, I think she’s the only woman in all of Shakespeare to kill someone, not indirectly like with poison, but just with a weapon and her own hands. And like? Legendary. Show-stopping. I’m too obsessed.worst quality: The whole enjoying ripping people’s goddamn eyes out is uh…shall we say not great. I’m a grade-a villain apologist but it’s pretty hard to explain her actions without considering her at least something of a sadist.ship them with: Cornwall!! Best power couple. I don’t think she actually loves Edmund that much, it’s more of a desperate rebound and a power play.brotp them with: Goneril. I like to imagine before love triangles got in the way they were partners in crime and got along, if not in an entirely healthy way, at least decently.needs to stay away from: I mean, Gloucester and Lear, but that’s for their good and not hers.misc. thoughts: I really Cannot morally justify stanning but she was the first King Lear character I loved (partially thanks to @dukeofbookingham ‘s brilliant posts about her) and I don’t think I’ll ever stop. Also I totally subscribe to the idea that if Goneril hadn’t killed her no one would have been able to stop her from becoming queen. Bow down tbh.

Cornwall:

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life (he’s objectively the worst person alive but that doesn’t stop me)hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: Say what you will about him but he drinks his respect women juice and his relationship with Regan is one of the most equal and respect-based in the canon. The Macbeths want what they have.worst quality: Again like…he sure does enjoy torturing people. ship them with: Regan obv, the ultimate power ship.brotp them with: Edmund maybe? I’m trying to think if he has other friends. But I have a lot of feelings about the “thou shalt find a dearer father in my love” line so I’d like to see their relationship actually get to play out.needs to stay away from: Again, keep him away from Gloucester PLEASE. misc. thoughts: He might actually be the worst person in this play. Will that stop me though? Absolutely not. Also, relationship goals.

Goneril:

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang (I imagine her as good-looking but in my head Regan is the hot sister and Cordelia is the pretty sister and Goneril always feels less appreciated)hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: This might be a low bar but I actually think she’s the most practical and level-headed one in her family. Also, she was 100% right about Lear’s behaviour in Act 1 and he absolutely deserved to get kicked out (not that he even really was!!) even if he didn’t deserve everything that came after.worst quality: Envy. And I think that starts way before the love triangle does. It’s somewhat justified, because she is constantly getting one-upped and mistreated, but she still lets it totally consume her.ship them with: Edmund? Kind of? It’s not a good relationship and it would probably always crash and burn at some point, but I have feelings about the mutual love-starvation. If they could both get over the idea that they need to be loved more than anyone and actually accept the affection they desperately crave…like maybe. Also 4.2 is kind of hotbrotp them with: Regan, like I said above. I just want them to have a good relationship at sisters at some point.needs to stay away from: Lear. Please. They’re both so, so terrible to each other. Honestly imo he might be worse to her, but really they just need to cut each other off.misc. thoughts: I used to think of her as the most boring/least likable sister for a very long time but honestly the more I think about her the more I really feel for her. I joke that it’s oldest sister solidarity, but really, I think she takes the brunt of the misogyny in this play and she’s probably the loneliest character in it.

Edmund:

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang (in my head he’s like an 11/10 i wish i was exaggerating but he is the top fictional crush of all time)hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: Rejecting fate! Championing free will! Taking full responsibility for his life and his actions and never once shying away from it! I should have been that I am had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing!worst quality: The moral ones are very obvious but lately I’ve been thinking about his connection with Lear (despite barely interacting with him) and I think they have a lot in common. He thinks power is love, and the more love and the more power the better. And he can’t accept love if it’s moderated, or shared, or second-class, or not worth literally killing for.ship them with: Kind of Goneril for the reasons stated above. I love @princess-of-france ‘s idea of him with Cordelia too but if I’m just watching the play (not with the lens of a particular interpretation) they generally don’t interact so I tend to default to thinking about him with Goneril or Regan in the canon-verse. And yeah, I don’t think he and Regan are actually a good match at all. He and Goneril have more in common and might have something closer to love.brotp them with: EDGAR PLEASE I KNOW IT’S A MESS BUT LET THEM BE BROTHERS I’M BEGGING. (This. This is what happens when you like every single character in the younger generation with zero discretion.)needs to stay away from: Who DOESN’T he need to stay away from? Don’t let this man near anyone who holds any advantage over him and deserves to have a happy life.misc. thoughts: I just. I love him. More than is probably healthy. It takes one hell of a cast of protagonists for me to not actively root for him, and even in that case, I’m still crying like a baby over him by the time we get around to Lear’s death. Icon of bastard dick energy. One of the few characters in the canon who actually aligns with my personal (lack of) spirituality. Heartbreaking in how much he wants to be loved. Basically, I would die for him, send help.

[random-imagines-blog]

Shut Me Up {Tom Riddle One Shot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 4788 Synopsis: A Slytherin and a Gryffindor do their prefect rounds together and run into a spot of trouble on Halloween Night. Notes: John Murphy as Tom Riddle.

The Halloween celebrations at Hogwarts were legendary, and much looked forward to by students and staff alike. Pumpkins, carved with faces and sprinkled with cinnamon and brown sugar, brought both the autumn look and smell to the great hall as they hovered above the tables during the feast. Some of the students went as far as to wear costumes, though most were attired in their warmer robes with bright colored scarves around their necks in shades of orange. Honeydukes in Hogsmeade had provided mountains of candy which piled up around the puddings during dessert, but the feast was not the highlight of the day for many of the students. That would come later, when the teachers retired to their rooms except for those on patrol, for Halloween was a night of mischief for ghost and student alike.

All prefects were put on patrol duty for the night, and that meant that you - a fifth year prefect representing the proud house of Gryffindor - were out of bed and wandering the dark castle rather than sharing a cup of pumpkin juice with your friends and guessing if the candy handed to you was an acid pop or a muggle lollipop. You weren’t alone, but you might as well have been for you had been paired with Tom Riddle, Slytherin prefect, and a person known for being the strong and silent type, and not at all given to conversation, even to pass the time.

Tom Riddle walked with his hands clasped behind his straight back. His eyes were always ahead, never on you. He didn’t even suggest bringing out his wand and casting lumos so you two could see if anyone was standing in the shadows, he seemed to be able to see in the dark. The candles were just enough for you to be able to tell if something was moving but apart from that, you were blind.

You couldn’t take it anymore and brought out your wand, casting the light giving spell, but immediately, the Slytherin beside you gently pressed it down so it was pointed at the floor. “We want to catch people, not let them on to our presence so they can stop their activities.” He spoke, his voice deeper than that of most people your age. You rolled your eyes, persistent on keeping the light.

“I’d rather them stop their activities and go to bed than have to chase them around the castle, in the dark nonetheless.” You argued.

“Shh.” He said, and muttered the counterspell to darken your wand. You opened your mouth to argue but realized that it would be absolutely pointless in this case. Any other Slytherin, you would have taken on, but there was something to Tom Riddle that made you stop and ponder whether it was a good idea. It didn’t matter if it was or not at that moment, for you too heard whatever noise that he had his ears caught onto.

Around a corner, there was sounds of muffled laughter. Students out of bed, and as of yet uncaught by the caretaker or a prefect. You just had to hope that they were not Gryffindor students, giving your house a bad name and the potential of getting points taken away which was something that you could ill afford at this time.

You held your wand in your hand, your thumb grazing a knot in the wood, ready to defend yourself from an ever-bashing boomerang or a dungbomb or whatever they might have had planned.

You were much more subtle than Tom, creeping rather than merely stepping, hoping to catch them off guard, startle them into silence and enforce some discipline which was your responsibility, but Tom’s footsteps could be heard down the hall. It did not scare away the students, but brought about some laughter and shushing. They were evidently not going to be giving up on their prank, no matter who it was that would pass into it.

The two of you turned into the next Hallway but it was empty. A flash of movement in one of the classrooms caught your attentions however. You grabbed onto Tom’s robe and chased after it, heading into the unused room. You raised your wand to light it again but the sound of the door slamming shut behind you, and then being blocked rather than just locked, was loud enough for you not to hear yourself reciting the spell. It lit anyhow, and the white light showed that the two of you were not alone.

There was something pale in the corner of the room. It had spots missing from it, but the light from the end of your wand reflected off the white, making it appear like a ghost. You thought perhaps it might be one of the many Hogwarts ghosts on a late night stroll but the thing moved closer and showed a much more solid form than any of the ghosts had. Each step had an odd sound, like rubber slapping against wood, followed by a squeak like a person coming out of the rain.

“Stay there,” You said, raising your wand. Tom took a step closer to the figure, his arm also raised, and the thing changed itself, following into shadow and dropping onto the ground noiselessly. It was only the wind coming from it as it fell that gave you any indication of what had happened.

Tom lit his wand as well, finally using his common sense in your opinion, and took a few confident strides over until he stopped suddenly.

“What is it?” You questioned, whispering.

“Boggart.” He finally spoke. Your mind whirled with this new information, and curiosity did overtake you. You knew that you would do well to retreat back to the door, cast a blasting spell to get whatever blocked it out of the way and capture the students who had locked you inside - but you were curious about what the fear of someone like Tom Riddle would be.

The light showed the figure on the floor, with dark hair covering his eyes, pale skin nearly glowing. The blood that was on the hands, and on some of the exposed skin, was a violent crimson that could not soon be forgotten. Tom kicked the figure just a little, to reveal its face.

Tom’s own.

You gasped and put your hand to your mouth. It took a moment for you to control your breathing, but now that you had, all you could think about was going out that door and taking all of the points away from those students, no matter which house you were in, and report them to the Headmaster immediately.

“Ridikkulus.” Tom said, the light at the end of his wand going out, and was replaced by the sparkle of the spell. The body was lifted, and started to jerk and dance about like it was a puppet on strings. This attempt to make it funny just made you feel more uneasy. You started to feel sick to your stomach.

But eventually the puppeted corpse of the boy next to you dissipated, and in it’s stead, a clown stood. The corners of it’s large red mouth were particularly pointy, the nose was as red as blood. The pointed cone-shaped hat that was on it’s head seemed as sharp as the end of a needle, and it’s eyes as black as coal.

Seeing it brought you back to third year, when you had learned how to deal with Boggarts in DADA class. Relax, do not give into fear, think of something to make this big nosed, big footed thing amusing. Pointing the wand right at the clown’s chest, you muttered ‘Ridikkulus.”

A popping sound filled the empty room, and then a wheezing. Like the balloons that clowns often carried, this clown was leaking air and folding in itself until there was nothing left but a deflated shape. That soon disappeared, and the two of you were left in utter darkness. A few seconds later, before you could respond to what had just happened, a wardrobe door opened and shut, the boggart trapping itself since it had been beaten.

And in another couple of seconds, a blast came from the direction of the door that you had come in through, as Tom used ‘Bombarda’ to literally make it explode out from it’s hinges. Once the dust settled, you were out of there, following the Slytherin prefect as he ran after the boys that had locked the two of you in there with literally your worst fears.

In the dark of the castle, you seemed to have lost them. The adrenaline and the fear had gotten the best of you back in the classroom, and you leaned against a wall in the corridor to catch your breath.

“Do you care to tell me why a classroom has been blown up?” You looked up to see a tall figure walking towards you, but you felt no anger, surprise or fear. The voice was that of the kindly Transfigurations professor, Dumbledore. You explained as quickly as possible what had happened, and that you had lost the trail of your co-prefect and the culprits. “Return to your dormitory, and you’ll be summoned in the morning to tell this all to Professor Dippet.” He said, calmly. You nodded, excused yourself and headed to the Gryffindor tower, unable to get the sight of the clown out of your mind.

The next morning, you were indeed called to Professor Dippet’s office after breakfast, where you stood with Tom, and the three seventh year Slytherin boys who had been the ones to pull the prank. You explained your piece, and were told in return that the boys would be receiving detention with Professor Slughorn every weekend for the next three months. That didn’t seem good enough to you - the Professor would probably bond with the boys over their rich and resourceful families and treat them to desserts, but you didn’t press the issue. Dippet did what he deemed best and as prefect, you had to trust that it was the right thing.

“Clowns.” Tom murmured as the two of you walked back to the staircases to proceed to your next lessons, which you were already running late for but you had signed notes from Dippet.

“Excuse me?” You asked, thinking that you heard him wrong, for it was such an odd thing to say.

“Your boggart was a clown.” Tom stated. You shot him a glance as you hopped up on one of the staircases as it started to change direction. He had stepped on as well but didn’t give you a single look.

“Have you seen those things? Terrifying. Definitely not appropriate for children at all.” You justified yourself. You very well could bring up his but anything personal about Tom felt off-limits to you. It was strange to even consider.

“They entertain children.”

“By hiding their faces and features under caked on paint, laughing menacingly, spraying water in your face, honking your nose, waving at you from across the room with it’s obnoxiously big white gloves...” You went on. “I’m not ashamed of it.”

“Clearly.” Tom said, with what sounded like amusement in his voice.

He stepped up a stair to join you, and you found his closeness to be quite uncomfortable. He was silent now, and you felt the pressure of having to say something, anything, to get rid of the quiet tension. “Can we just pretend that it never happened? I won’t ask you any questions about yours, and you leave me alone about mine.”

“Fine.” Tom said with a nod. The staircase clicked itself into place, and you proceeded up the rest of the way and onto the landing, looking over your shoulder at Tom, who stayed on the staircase as it moved away from the sixth floor corridor towards the Astronomy tower. You shook your head to yourself, and attempted to brush off the cold feeling that had come over you when you had stood near him.

The students that had been apprehended had been looking at you and sniggering all throughout breakfast, which made you feel uneasy. Your friends noticed it and kept shooting them dirty looks - one of them even offered to send a howler, pretending to be their mothers, but you rejected it. It would just make things worse, you felt, so you took the high road and attempted to ignore it. That was until you and most of the other students started to get up, adjust your robes, and head off to your first class of the day.

Through the massive doors that lead to the great hall strode in a clown. Okay, it may just have been Peeves the Poltergeist in a polka-dotted get up with some sort of colored grease paint all over his face, which you weren’t sure was possible since his face was not exactly solid, but it was still enough for you to lower your face to the ground, put your hands over your ears, and take a deep breath. You attempted to imagine that you were anywhere else but here as the jingling sounds of the bells on Peeves’ hat moved closer and closer.

Footsteps echoed on the floor as they came closer to you. You could just hear them over the sound of people in the Great Hall laughing at what, to you, was a terrifying sight that made you feel like you could melt into a puddle on the floor.

“Leave, Peeves.” Tom Riddle said, his voice forceful enough to make you shudder. If he had ever talked to you like that, you weren’t sure what you would do. And you were put in Gryffindor for a reason - you did have a great deal of bravery, he was just that intimidating.

“Itsy Little Riddle - I’ve got a Riddle for you!” Peeves said, bouncing around, making his hat jingle all the more. “I live for laughter, I live for the crowd, without it I am nothing, what am I?” He laughed loudly.

“We get it, you’re a clown.” Tom said, his voice even. “I’m sure the Baron will find it hilarious. I’ll summon him now-”

“Aiiee!” Peeves the Clown immediately fell through the floor, leaving the hat and clothing on the floor, which you only saw when you finally opened your eyes, following no further noise from the poltergeist. You avoided looking at the clothes after your first glimpse, and you definitely avoided looking at Tom. Rather, you just hurried from the Hall as fast as you could, and away from the laughter.

The Prefects bathroom was where you went, rather than the classroom. You went to the sinks, put your hands on either side of one of them, and took a couple of deep breaths. The vision of the deranged clown that the boggart had turned into flashed into your mind and you winced.

“I suspect it was those seventh years who put Peeves to the task.” Riddle said, strolling in. You looked at him through the mirror, but said nothing. He had as much right to be in here as you do, since you are both prefects. “I can’t prove it, however.”

“They got their laughs,” You said, straightening your back and then adjusted your red and gold striped tie that showed off your Gryffindor pride. It directly opposed Tom’s green and silver tie and badge. “But then again, your house is known for being utterly relentless.” You caught his eye in the reflection.

“Aren’t Gryffindors supposed to be brave?” He retorted, coming in closer to you. He stood directly behind but your eyes hadn’t moved, staring straight into his through the mirror. He leaned forward, his chest against your back, and turned on the water in the sink. “Splash some water on your face, you look pathetic.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see how you react if anyone ever makes Peeves dress up as your corpse.” You said, doing as he had said for you to do, and splashed some cold water on your face. To your surprise, Tom held out a towel to you after that was done, and you took it and dried yourself off.

“Don’t ever mention that to anyone.” Tom threatened. You pretended not to hear him, using the towel to dry some of your flyaway hairs that had become wet as well.

“Did people see?” You asked, tossing the towel into the laundry bin where it would go down to the house elves, be washed, and brought back up. “My reaction, I mean, Peeves was hard to miss.”

“I doubt it, they were laughing until I ruined their fun.”

“Good. I’d hate for them to think I need to be shut up in an asylum because I cannot stand the sight of clowns.” You turned around and faced Tom straight on, and gave a weak smile. Despite the ribbing, you were still thankful that he had helped you in the Great Hall and that he had followed you in here. “They’re lucky I don’t know what they’re afraid of.”

“Do you want to find out?” Tom asked. The question hung in the air like a heavy cloud. He was full of surprises today, but this one was one of the bigger ones. He was never one to mess with drama, at least not in the school. He kept his focus on his studies, and on himself, he never gave a care about the other students, in a good or a bad way. This was the most Slytherin like that he had ever seemed to you.

“No.” You said, after a few minute deliberation. “They aren’t worth the trouble that we may get into. However - the moment that I graduate from this school, I’m tracking them down and challenging them to a duel. I plan to bombard them into the last century.” You said, with a determined tension in your jaw. Tom snickered - actually goddamn snickered at your gumption.

“Now that, I would like to see.” Tom said, retreating from you to head back towards the door. “I’ve got a few plans of my own.”

“Are you going to be a prankster, Tom Riddle?” He hardly seemed the type. He was so uptight, and so serious. He probably never went near a dungbomb in his life.

“No.” He said, as if it was the most preposterous idea that he had ever heard. “I’m not sinking to their level. I’m raising them to mine. Excuse me,” And with a bow of his curly black hair, he left the prefects bathroom. A moment later, you followed, heading the opposite way however to get to your first class of the day.

At which point did Tom realize that he was doing things for you, and not for himself? He couldn’t say - it had always been in the back of brain, that image of you, the way that you had shut down when you saw your greatest fear in front of you. It fascinated him, it intrigued him how you had frozen rather than face your weakness. Loud and obnoxious, those seventh year Slytherins were, and so it was easy to find them after dinner when he entered the Common Room. “Someone’s come to get the bloody baron before the Gryffindork pees themself?” One of them laughed, seeing Tom Riddle enter the dreary room.

“Interesting, isn’t it? The way that the simplest minds get fixated on one thing, when they should be worrying about many others.” Tom said, cool as an ice cube. “Now, for instance, yours shouldn’t be focused on the prefect, or on clowns, but on yourselves. I’d be very much concerned about that.” Maybe it was the tone of voice, the detection of a threat or how unfazed Tom was that alarmed the three boys. “Chances are, someone is going to stand up for them eventually, and it’s going to be known that you’re the only ones who knows about the clowns. Or maybe she’ll stand up for herself? Or maybe this will backfire in your face and it’ll be you on the end of the Bloody Baron’s sword. Maybe all the above.”

“I wouldn’t talk so much if I were you, prefect.” The largest of the boys said, forcing a smirk onto his face. “You could just have a laugh like the rest of us are doing.”

Tom brought out his wand, and quickly - very quietly - mumbled out the silencing charm on this leader. It was one of his own invention. Instead of just taking away the voice, it took away the entire mouth, leaving the skin from nose to chin without marr or features.

“The Gryffindor prefect is under my protection.” He gave no excuses, no reason for declaring it. He could have a million things to say, like it was because he didn’t want the trouble or the house points taken away. Those weren’t the reasons. He had no need to justify himself. “If one more clown related thing happens, I will have no remorse over what I will do to you.”

The two boys who weren’t silenced were much too fussed over their leader to pay much attention, but they nodded their heads, not wanting the same thing to happen to them. With his wand raised straight in front of his face, Tom strode in close to the mouthless boy, and raised an eyebrow. “Are we clear?”

The boys fingers touched where his mouth had been, and tried to open a space that wasn’t there. Hysterical grunts came through his nose, but he nodded in response to Tom, who poked the boys face and brought the mouth back. “Good. Not a word, lads.”

Over the next couple of weeks, there were no more sightings of clowns. Not a letter, not a ghost dressed up as one, not a thing, and you started to wonder if it had anything to do with the fact that Tom always seemed to be hanging around you now. Since your time together in the prefects bathroom, he seemed to be strolling behind you on your way to class, or sharing your table in the library when you went to study.

You started to welcome the company of the isolated teenager, slowing your pace so that he would have no choice but to either stop or join you on your walks, and you started to share books as well so you wouldn’t have to hunt for a second copy of something you both needed for an essay. It began to be easier to be around him. With you being a Gryffindor, and him a Slytherin, there was some tension still when it came to certain topics but you eased him into a friendship, slowly but surely.

You might even be the only friend that he’s ever had.

In the library, close to the end of the school year, you were studying for your OWLS diligently. Around you were all the different textbooks of the classes that you were taking, and you were jotting down important notes then muttering them to yourself so they would stick in your head better. Tom had joined you, and though he too took notes, there was no sound at all coming from his corner of the table other than the rustling of parchment and the turning of pages.

Then there was three minutes of straight silence. No quill scratching, nothing, so you looked over to his side of the table and saw him sitting straight, a dark look in his eyes, glaring over your shoulder. Slowly, you turned your head around with no expectations of what it was that Tom would be giving this look to. What you saw were the three seventh years who had locked you and Tom in the room with the boggart. They were trying to look brave, but you could see right through them. They had fear in their eyes as they looked right back at Tom.

“What is that, in your hand?” Tom asked viciously, getting to his feet.

“It’s a card for my little brother -” One of them said, and held it up. There was a dancing clown on the cover of the card. It looked happy and jolly, and held up a big banner that said ‘Happy Birthday’. It wasn’t at all menacing but it still put a shiver down your spine and you tuned to look away from it.

“Incendio.” Tom had his wand out in the short time that you had looked over your shoulder. Your mouth fell open as you realize what he had just done - he burned the card until it was nothing but ashes on the library rug.

“No magic in the library!” The sharp-voiced librarian said from behind her desk. Her eyes were like that of a hawk and her ears that of a dog or something, for she knew exactly who it was. “Mr. Riddle, out!”

With that same dark look in his eyes, he slid his books and parchment into his bag, and walked out, leaving a cold feeling in the room despite the fire.

“If you didn’t have a fear of clowns, my brother would get a birthday card this year.” One of the seventh years glowered at you. You stood up and packed your own things, then made a face over at the older boy, then rushed out to catch up with Tom, your mind trying to figure out what had just happened. Both you and Tom have run into these boys since their little prank, and there had never been this sort of reaction.

You saw the dark-haired boy turn a corner, so you quickened up your pace to catch up. “Tom!” You called out, making him slow down. You stopped in front of him, and poked his chest hard with your index finger. “Why did you do that? He wasn’t bothering you!”

“I told him that if he, or any of his friends, came near you with any sort of clown-themed thing, I’d do something to them. As it happens, burning a card is the least that I could have done.” Tom said, flippantly.

“You think that I can’t handle myself?” You questioned.

“You’ve proven that you freeze up if someone is even dressed as a clown, so no.” Tom took hold of your wrist and forced you to walk alongside him. “So I have to take care of you, for you.”

“Oh no you don’t! I fight my own battles, Mr. Riddle!” The anger that was bubbling in you, the bravado that came from being a Gryffindor, meant that you were going for the complete formal rather than informal. But you were not stupid enough to continue on when he gave you the dirty look he had given to the seventh years.

“Don’t ever call me that.” He spat. “You’re the only one here that I even remotely care about, so you’re mine and I’m going to take care of you until this stupid fear of yours is gone.”

“I don’t know whether to be flattered or offended.” You folded your arms in front of your chest, leaned on the heels of your feet and looked down at the floor. “Tom - if you want to be friends, lets be friends. Drop this whole clown thing. I will be fine. I’m not going to go into hysterics over a bloody birthday card, now am I?” You glowered.

“Friends?” Tom asked as if it were some sort of alien concept to him. The confusion and the aggression did not mix well, and his face showed that conflict. He muttered it again, wiped his mouth across his lips and then laughed. “Friends?” He said once more. If he was trying to scare you off, it wasn’t working. Rather, you stood still in your place.

“Friends.” You said firmly. “A level above acquaintance. But now thanks to you, we have to find a better place to study. Let’s go to the courtyard.”

With your backpack tight around your shoulder, you walked off in the direction of the beautiful outdoor courtyard which was blooming with Spring flowers. Tom watched you go, looking at the way that your hips swayed as you walked. As you took command.

“Unbelievable.” He said, but followed after like a disciplined puppy.

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About: Antoni Fawley

“ I’ll keep all my plans close to my chest . . . ”

Introduction

name: Antoni Fabian Fawley also known as: Toni age: 23 birthday:  January 30 astrological sign:  Aquarius species:  Human gender:  Male pronouns:  He/Him orientation: Queer

Past/Bio

Early life: Antonio was raised by two loving parents, Peter and Lena Fawley. His father’s family came from a long line of pureblood, members of the sacred twenty-eight in fact. Though his family did keep their bloodline pure, they only did so out of tradition, and not because they really put much stock into blood purity. The Fawley’s were a long line of Hufflepuffs, with nearly every member being sorted into the badger house, aside from those who married into the family, such as Antoni’s mother. So of course he was raised on values of loyalty and hard work, kindness and gratitude, all the makings of another fine Hufflepuff student. Antoni never really clicked with those things, though. He wasn’t as interested in family activities as he was in reading alone in his room, he found making in depth maps of the land surrounding his family home much more engaging than playing silly games or doing chores on those lands. He had difficultly finding time alone growing up, as his father insisted he stay out and spend time with his siblings as well as aunts, uncles and cousins who were always at the estate for one reason or another. From fancy dinner parties to family game night to simply having tea, the Fawley’s adore entertaining guests. Antoni’s mother understood though, the polish witch being a bit introverted herself, she knew her oldest son was a bit more like her than his fathers side of the family. She would let Antoni leave dinner a bit early some days, or skip out on tea to have some alone time. She let him stay up later so he could read a few more pages of whatever book he was on at the time, when his siblings had to go to bed early. Growing up in a household with such high expectations for their children to be a certain way, Antoni became quite calculated in his behavior. He chose when to sneak away and when to be present with family, quickly learning when the right time to speak was, and when he should hold his tongue. He kept most of his thoughts to himself, already being so distant from his siblings and family, he didn’t want to further alienate himself by making any wrong moves. Hogwarts: When Antoni went off to Hogwarts, his whole family was ecstatic to see the eldest son find a place in the line of Hufflepuff legacies, but when the sorting hat touched his head, it had no hesitation before shouting out “Ravenclaw!” to the hall. Most children would be mortified of not being placed in their family’s house, but all of a sudden he saw a sea of blue rise up and welcome him in, a sea of people just like him. He felt like all his years of running off to find a quiet spot, staying up late in secret to read or write were validated now, he wasn’t the odd one out anymore. Antoni’s family, of course, were supportive anyways. After all, what kind of Hufflepuff wouldn’t support their family? There was always teasing though, and his siblings and countless Hufflepuff cousins never let him forget that he was different, he was odd, but he didn’t mind what they said. He knew who he was and he didn’t care what anyone else thought. Toni’s years at Hogwarts gave him time to grow and branch out, finding interest in astronomy, arithmatic, potions, and history the most, though he excelled in all his courses. He continued his hobbie of map making, working tirelessly to document every part of the castle that he could, drawing extensive separate maps of each floor and the grounds. He found many friends in ravenclaw, as well as some outside his house, though he always preferred to be alone when given the chance. He didn’t really find much interest in dating for the first few years of school, but around fifth year, his friends around him began to couple up he knew he needed to blend in with the behavior and found himself beginning to flirt and be more outgoing with other students. His family credits these years as when he started to blossom, as he began to stop secluding himself and interacted much more with others. He enjoyed these little flirtations he found, and some even blossomed into relationships, though they never lasted long. He wasn’t very focused on actually finding love or romance, he was just having fun with what he found to be a challenge. He wanted to see how easily he could get someone to trust him and fall for him, often playing mind games with the people he dated. Antoni grew into an extremely intelligent, calculating, and focused individual, crafting a reputation for himself as a charming, friendly young man with a bit of a heartbreaker streak. Current life: After leaving Hogwarts, Antoni ventures into various places of employment, testing out office jobs, interning at various places, including the Daily Prophet for a spell, though it didn’t last long. None really ever did since he was easily bored and would just quit, getting a new job whenever he wanted. Due to the high marks he reached on both his OWL and NEWT exams, pretty much any job was available to him. Then, Antoni had found an interest in Ministry work, and law had always been eye catching to him as well. Currently, he has been working as an intern for the Auror department at the ministry of magic. He found a place with the Death Eaters not long after graduation, his intellect and moral ambiguity being good qualities for him to apply to the group. He had never grown up being taught about blood purity, but he of course learned of it in school and was quickly swayed. After all, he was a Fawley, a member of the Sacred Twenty-eight. In his mind, he deserved a spot at that table, and he was going to get what he was owed.

About

personality: charming, calculated, friendly, intelligent, and self-serving label:  The Facade positive traits:  clever, passionate, level-headed negative traits: self-serving, two-faced, easily bored alignment: True Neutral goals/desires:  find something that interest him and holds his interest, gain power in society fears:  being bored, not finding anything engaging that can intellectually challenge him hobbies:  map making, reading, writing, calligraphy. habits: zoning out, over explaining things, lying

Appearance

Face claim:  Thomas Doherty height: 6ft eye color: Blue hair description: * color: Dark Brown * highlights: none * length: medium * worn: shaved on the sides, long on top, usually messy and tousled or styled up scars:  none piercings:  none tattoos: drawing of the golden ratio with a shell and an outline of Poland on his right forearm. A quill on the back of his neck, if you look closely the ink is actually dark blue, not black. clothing style: Clean, often a t shirts and jeans with a flamboyant statement jacket. For work he wears a suit, often dark blue. usual expression: Neutral, basically has RBF distinguishing characteristics: speaks polish sometimes. health physical ailments:  none neurological conditions: insomnia allergies:  none sleeping habits:  bad he doesn’t sleep enough eating habits:  also bad he isn’t starving tho exercise habits: decent he likes to keep in shape emotional stability: he isnt very emotional and doesn’t get worked up by much sociability: he’s quite sociable only because he forces himself to be to make himself look good, he would rather not be social. body temperature: cold addictions:  coffee/tea/energy drinks(caffeine) drug use: social alcohol use: moderate-high

Relationships

father:  Peter Fawley, distant, he doesn’t really understand his son but still has a civil and kind relationship. mother:  Lena Fawley, positive, his mother is supportive of him and they are close siblings:  distant, less positive, since his siblings don’t like how much he distances himself from them. relatives: Most- neutral, distant, he doesn’t associate with most of his relatives. Jasper Travers (cousin), positive, friendly. family line of work:  Ministry work, quidditch players, politicians.   best friends:  open!!! cohorts:  Scorpius Malfoy, Marcelina Bloem, Daisy Dursley, Doe Creevy, Dominique Weasley, Dylan Parkinson idk there’s a lot significant other: none atm gimme crush: open exes: open!! Pls hmu for this connection I’m sure he has loads followers: plots frenemies: plots enemies: gimme plots

Education

school:  Hogwarts house:  Ravenclaw best core class:  Astronomy, potions, charms, defense against the dark arts worst core class:  Care of Magical Creatures quidditch:  no extra-curricular: astronomy club idk probably others I can’t think rn

Magic

wand: * length: 10 3/4 inch * flexibility: unyielding flexibility * wood: Elder * core: Unicorn Hair pets:  none boggart:  boredom animagus/patronus:  Wild Rabbit amortentia: old books, grass, firewood

Favorites

theme song:  wait for it- Hamilton food: toast drink:  coffee/tea color:  navy blue animal:  mouse flower:  lavender season: fall

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describe your muse’s smile. //for any of them you want :3c

Choosing Remus cause I’ve been in the mood to write him lately, and he’s the easiest when it comes to Headcanons. I would have done multiple muses but my Headcanons for Remus tend to be a little long.

The way Remus smiles changes as he grows, as do the reasons why, so in order to properly describe it I feel that I have to go back to his youth.

So this got really long, like a lot longer than I expected, I tried to skim over the stuff that was in the books but there’s just so much about him that Rowling didn’t tell us.

Childhood

Remus was a brilliant child as well as happy, active, and outgoing with a wide grin and infectious laugh to match his personality. Even after the attack that made him a monster he still kept his cheery disposition, being quite content with having his mother to comfort and play with him.

As he aged the young werewolf kept his happy personality although his outward demeanor had become more subdued. Even after the most painful transformations his mother was always able to make him smile quite easily. She seemed to know what the boy needed most and was always there for him.

Upon finding out he would be able to attend hogwarts Remus was both terrified and Ecstatic. He had never imagined anyone would let him attend school. His fears were soon forgotten however as he arrived at the school. On that day he made the first friends he ever had and they made his school years the best of his life. Although they could not replace his mother they did become the sustitute that he needed while being so far from home for the first time.

Marauders era

Although they quickly became the best years of his life this was also the time when he learned to fake a smile. He didn’t want people to find out about his condition, he didn’t want to be hated.

His teen years, though difficult, were greatly enjoyable thanks to his best friends, even the days after the full moon weren’t so bad anymore as he had company while he recovered.

During his 5th year of school things got better as his friends became Animagi and for the first time in his life he was able to share the full moon with someone. During those years he didn’t scratch himself as much while he wandered with the others.

After school finished things continued to be mostly positive, it was nearly impossible for him to find a job but he kept busy by helping with the order and James helped him financially.

After the War

It wasn’t long however before things started to go downhill, before the end of the first war his mother died. It was the first time he had truly experienced loss and before he had even processed it completely Voldemort attacked Harry and he lost every friend that he ever had. It would be more than a decade before he is truly able to smile again.

The next 13 years were hell for the werewolf, he was rarely able to find work and when he did the jobs usually consisted of menial labor tasks that were far below his ability. For a few years Remus had his father to visit but after Lyall died he was truly alone and just felt lost. Through he had not been popular he had never actually been alone.

During this time he experienced his greatest fear. When the full moon was out he would go deep into the woods to avoid contact with humans but one night it didn’t work. He came across a couple of hikers and hunted them like prey, killing them before the night was up. He always remembers everything that the wolf did and no matter what he tried he couldn’t block out that night.

He was more cautious after that night and secluded himself almost completely. He never told anyone of the incident but it haunted him for the remainder of his life.

He continued to go through the motions of surviving but some days he didn’t even know why, Very little ever seemed to go right for the other until the day Dumbledore arrived at the small cottage and offered him a job. He had been stubborn at first and terrified of hurting anyone up but when Dumbledore promised him the potion he saw no other choice but to accept. He wanted so bad to be rid of this condition that he would do almost anything for even the smallest bit of relief.

Teacher

The full moon was only a day before the train ride and it weakened him even more than hunger and exhaustion already had, he didn’t have the strength to disaparate or a broom to fly so he decided to take the hogwarts express, though boarding it brought up memories that he had buried years ago with his friends.

Upon seeing the boy he knew him immediately, with his fathers hair and his mothers eyes. As their eyes met he found himself lost for a minute and he smiled for the first time in what seemed like forever, remembering the dozens of times he had awoken after a bad transformation to find those same eyes staring down at him. It might have been a sad smile but it wasn’t forced. He couldn’t say that he was exactly happy but while at Hogwarts he was at least content, he was helping his best friends son to avenge their deaths, he finally had a purpose.

Upon learning of Sirius’ innocence he couldn’t help but smile, he had his friend back, even when Sirius was on the run, as long as he was alive everything would be alright. After leaving hogwarts things went pretty much back to normal but now he was determined to live, at least long enough to see Voldemort’s end.

The Order

He had his friend back, he had harry and pretty soon he had the order too. This was when Remus starting smiling more often, these people accepted him, they made sure he had food and shelter when he needed it but best of all they made him feel useful.

The first time we see Remus truly happy is when he and Sirius are Reminiscing with Harry about his father and the pranks they used to pull in school, but after Sirius dies he breaks again. He tries to keep up the act as he holds Harry back but the tears couldn’t be stopped completely. He is alone again, or at least that’s how it felt, he didn’t think he could ever be happy again, didn’t want to.

When he met Tonks the attraction wasn’t immediate, he barely paid attention to her at first. Ever since he was a boy he hadn’t thought that he deserved love, or that anyone could be attracted to him. He wasn’t sure when it happened but all of a sudden he started looking forward to being paired with her during missions. He didn’t notice when she started getting closer to him either, never having been flirted with he was completely oblivious.

When she confessed her feelings he didn’t know how he was supposed to feel. He wanted to be happy but he was scared of getting close, he was so much older and poorer than her, it could never work. He tried to stay away from her but just kept getting more depressed as time went on.

Marriage 

He wanted to love her but he didn’t know if he would be able to, not when he couldn’t even make himself smile anymore. Despite his protests she never gave up on the werewolf and eventually he relented, agreeing to go out with her.

It became a learning curve for both of them, although she had known of his condition she had never really experienced how badly it affected him. She had to learn to be patient with him and give him time to trust her.

Remus had never been in a relationship before but their love just seemed so natural that he didn’t really think much on it. It wasn’t until after his first transformation that he really started lowering his defenses. She had seen him during his worst hours and yet didn’t leave his side until right before he transformed.

He didn’t think he could ever be happier, nor would he have another chance at love. He decided to ask her to marry him after only a few short weeks. It was a small ceremony but it was still the best day of his life and he didn’t think anything could go wrong.

Fatherhood

When Tonks announced that she was pregnant Remus was initially excited but soon his fears began taking over once more. He was worried that the child would turn out to be like him and scared that he might not be able to be a good enough father.

He kept switching between elation and fear, not sure how to feel as his life was about to change. When he ran away after the thoughts became too much the unborn child still consumed his every waking moment as he thought back to his own childhood. After his argument with Harry he remembered his parents and how much they had given up for him.

Once he returned to his wife Remus devoted everything to her and began accepting the idea that he was finally going to have a family.

The happiest we ever see him is the day of his sons birth, Teddy is healthy and normal as he takes after his mother. He’s so excited when he tells everyone of the child and for once in his life every thing is as perfect as it could get.

Even in death Remus could not necessarily be unhappy, he was disappointed that he will never know his son but a better world for the boy to grow up in was worth the risk.

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All 50 Random Head Cannon Questions for Faye, please!

How does your muse feel about seafood?

”I love seafood! I’ll eat pretty much anything, but my favorite is shrimp!”

What is their favorite piece of technology?

”Um, probably my phone, as sad as that sounds. I have multiple apps and games on it that allow me to calm down or get five minutes away from my kids! It also allows me to check in with people when I’m feeling particularly anxious, especially Freeman. He always answers as soon as he can.”

When did they lose their virginity?

”At sixteen years old. And as fate would have it, I got pregnant with Sophia the very first time too. I wish I could change who her father is, but I’d never give her up.”

Was their anything their parents pushed them to do? (e.g. sports, theatre, band)

”My parents never pushed me to do anything, per se, but they did push me to do my best. If I showed any interest in anything, before they signed me up for it, they made me promise to stick it out for at least a year, and if I didn’t like it after that, I didn’t have to continue.”

Describe your muse’s worst nightmare.

”I already lived it. Losing those I love. I almost lost everything, I pushed everyone away, and I was alone. I put my daughter in danger, too. Never again.”

What is a deal-breaker when it comes to dating someone?

*Laughs*

What was the most embarrassing moment in your muse’s life?

”Uh...well I have a few, but the one that’s sticking out now is when I fell from a stunt in cheer, twisted my ankle, and full on BAWLED in front of the entire stadium full of people. Everyone felt bad, but it wasn’t pleasant!”

What keeps your muse up at night?

”A better question would be what doesn’t?”

What chronic illnesses does your muse have, if any?

”None.”

Does your muse get carsick?

”Not really, unless I’m looking down at my phone or a book for long periods of time.”

Does your muse wear glasses/contacts?

”Nope!”

What are some warning signs that your muse is getting depressed?

”I sleep, a lot. I withdraw. I sit on the couch and don’t want to do much of anything else.”

What is your muse’s favorite candy?

”Anything chocolate. Give me all of the chocolate.”

Does your muse have a “victory song” and if so, what is it?

”Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons, and Rise Up by them as well. They’re super inspirational for me, and I listened to them a lot during my recovery.”

Who do they tend to bicker with the most?

”My children, of course! They’re normally pretty good kids, but they’re kids, and they think they’re right, and I’m wrong, and we fight about it.”

Has your muse ever been hospitalized or institutionalized?

”Yeah, twice. Neither of them were short of traumatic.”

Does your muse pray, whether it be to a god or some other force?

”I do. I definitely believe in God.”

Has your muse ever lived in poverty?

”Fortunately, no. I try to give where I can too.”

Do they have any distinct voice mannerisms? (e.g. saying ‘like’ or ‘um’ a lot, stutters)

”I say ‘Um’ a lot because I still have trouble recalling words, sometimes. I also get excited and talk too quickly and stumble over my words.”

Where are your muse’s ancestors from? Do they keep any of their traditions?

”I asked my parents about this once, I think we’re like, English and Scottish and stuff like that.”

When did your muse learn about sex?

”As a preteen, we had sex education, but my mom hated what they were teaching me,  so she gave me her own, more accurate version.”

What is your muse most thankful for?

”My family and friends, those who have stayed with me through literal thick and thin. I couldn’t imagine life without them and appreciate everything they have done for me.”

What shoe size is your muse?

”I’m a size 6.5.”

Does your muse hate their middle name? \ What is it?

”My middle name is Elizabeth, and I don’t hate it at all, I love it. I used to tell my teachers that was my actual name because I loved it so much. My mom would get really confused when my teachers called to talk about Elizabeth!”

How many hours a day do they spend on the internet/watching TV?

”Not too many, I used to be pretty active on twitter, but I’m too busy for that nowadays, and with my second near-death experience, I have a deep appreciation for all things non technology related. I’m usually outside with Caleb, baking with the girls, swimming, stuff like that.”

Does your muse have any trophies?

”I have dance and cheer trophies, yes, but Mads currently has them.”

If your muse was given the opportunity to go sky diving, would they?

”Absolutely! It’s on my bucket list!”

What is the most common lie your muse tells themselves?

”Freeman says that I tell myself I’m not worthy enough, that I make too many mistakes.”

Has your muse ever had a pet? If so, what type?

”We had a dog growing up called Bettie, and I had my demon cat who I’m pretty sure hated me, but I do miss him.”

Who was your muse’s first kiss?

”At prom, with Sophia’s biological father. Gross.”

What is your muse’s first memory?

”I actually....I think it’s my family taking a trip to Disney. I was probably three? Four? Years old, and I just remember my mom pushing myself and Jaymie around in a double stroller, even though Jaymie barely fit in it, and Madlaina was complaining because she was the only one who had to walk!”

How does your muse feel about crocs?

”Abomination.”

What are your muse’s biggest pet peeves?

”People who lie, people who intentionally hurt others, and slow drivers.”

What was your muse’s happiest birthday?

”Many of them have been incredibly happy, but my happiest is the birthday I turned eight. I didn’t know at the time I only had a couple months left with my parents, but I remember everyone being there, and my sisters were being nice to me, and I got a letter from my dance studio that I had made the junior competition team. I was over the moon.”

Does your muse cross their legs/ankles when they sit?

”Occasionally. mostly I fold my legs underneath me.”

What simple task is your muse surprisingly bad at?

”Laundry. I always, ALWAYS forget it’s going and then when I have it done, it takes me a while to fold it and put it away because it’s just so...not...fun.”

Did your muse ever own a Tamagatchi?

”I had like, five of them, and I cried every. single. time. they. died.”

What was your muses’s first job?

”I worked at Kohl’s for...uh...Six years? That was my first job, but I was kind of forced to quit.”

Does your muse usually go for truth or dare?

”Dare. Why not? It’s usually hilarious.”

Has your muse ever been to a concert?

”I went to One Direction when I was younger.”

What is your muse’s favorite holiday?

*Grins* “Christmas! The music, the lights, the food, the cookies, the hot chocolate, all of it. I just really love Christmas.”

Does your muse reply to scary chain emails/messages?

”No.”

Describe the first person your muse remembers losing.

”My parents. They were...incredible parents, incredible people, really. Everyone loved them. They were those people that everyone gravitated towards, you know? People came to them for advice, they were constantly going to parties, weddings, BBQs, all of that, because people loved being around them. They were incredibly kind and generous, and loved me and my sisters with everything they had. We never wanted for anything, we were loved, and we were happy. I miss them every day, and I wish they could have met their grandchildren.”

Would your muse ever roleplay?

”In the bedroom, or...?”

What is your muse’s Hogwarts house?

”Hufflepuff. And proud of it, too!”

What is your muse’s first thought upon waking up?

”I usually have a multitude of thoughts, involving what I need to do to get the girls ready for school, what to dress Caleb in, how to keep that toddler entertained all day...”

Name a song your muse can sing every word to.

”Many.”

Who would your muse sacrifice themselves for, if anybody?

”Freeman and my children. I almost did for Sophia, but I’d do it again for all of them.”

How long is your muse’s penis? || What bra size is your muse?

”I’m a solid D cup.”

If your muse could rid the world of one thing, what would it be?

“Evil, period. There’s so much nastiness and evilness in the world, and I hate it all.”

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welcome to the wizarding world, kate!

we’re glad to have you. don’t forget to check the current timeline of events, and send in your account within the NEXT 24 HOURS. most importantly; don’t forget to have fun!

OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME/ALIAS, PRONOUNS — Kate, she/her TIMEZONE AND ACTIVITY — EST, I’m usually on most days and able to do replies every 1-3 days depending on what’s going on. I also tend to lurk on the ooc discord :) ANYTHING ELSE? — nope!

IN CHARACTER

— is that TEA LEONI? oh, no it’s just HERMIONE GRANGER-WEASLEY. SHE is a 49 year old MUGGLEBORN witch, whose occupation is HEAD OF THE DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT. i guess that’s why her former house is GRYFFINDOR. she is prepared for the uprising, her alliance is ORDER SUPPORTING.

BIRTHDAY: 19 September 1979

SOCIAL MEDIA: @mugglebornweasley

RESIDENCE: with her husband, Ron Weasley

EXTRA

CHARACTER NAME —

Hermione Jean Granger Weasley. When she married Ron, Hermione considered keeping her last name, but ultimately to her, family was more important, and she loves having the same last name as her kids.

BLOOD STATUS —

muggleborn — it’s been a thing that has often defined Hermione’s life circumstances, but she’s never let it define her. She’s proud of who she is and where she came from, and she’ll fight to prove anyone wrong who underestimates her because of her ancestry. Her parents may be muggles, but they’re smart, and even more importantly, they’re decent people.

BIRTHDAY —

19 September 1979 — having a birthday so close to the start of term meant that it was never all that specially celebrated during her time at Hogwarts, but Hermione never minded. She’s not one to like being fussed over, so her family still does her a favor and doesn’t make a big deal of it. She appreciates the cake that Molly bakes for her birthday dinner every year, though.

GENDER & SEXUALITY —

cis-female (she/her), heterosexual — Hermione has never been attracted to other women, just men — and honestly, mostly just Ron.

FORMER HOUSE —

Gryffindor — Some think Ravenclaw would have been a better option for someone as intelligent and booksmart as Hermione, but her courage and stubborn tendencies made her a perfect fit for Gryffindor, and she’s proud to have been sorted where she was. She knows that she learned more about what being a good witch truly means from her housemates than she ever would have learned from the more book-loving Ravenclaws.

OCCUPATION  —

Hermione never intended to go into politics – she would have been happy mastering various academic disciplines and maybe one day settling at Hogwarts. But Kingsley had other ideas for her, and after she finished up her final year at Hogwarts alongside Ginny (and without Ron & Harry), she didn’t have the heart to refuse Kingsley when he asked her to take a job in his new Ministry that was desperately grasping to reform – and quickly. She’s long since given up hope that there’s any other career path for her, because she knows that walking away before she’s finished making their world a better place is not an option. But sometimes she wonders if Harry is better suited to this job than her – he’s used to people vehemently disagreeing with him, after all. And it’s hard for her to work underneath a Minister that she disagrees with so strongly — Hermione’s never been all that good at holding her tongue, but now it seems that her job often depends on that.

MARITAL STATUS/SHIPS  —

Married to Ron Weasley. Some might think they’re polar opposites, but there really has never been anyone else for Hermione. She knows they bring out the best in each other (and admittedly, sometimes the worst as well, but always in order to work on becoming better people). She just doesn’t see anyone else but Ron.

But also, chemistry is fine too LOL.

FAMILY —

Hermione’s parents, Jean and Thomas Granger, both came from small families and were married later in life. After having Hermione, they chose not to have any other children, and she had a childhood that included very little contact with people her own age outside of primary school. All of her cousins were much older than her and her peers never seemed to like her much, so Hermione spent most of her time with the adults in her life or else buried in a book. As a result, Hermione is now often overwhelmed at the enormous size of the family that she married into. She loves the Weasleys and maintains close relationships with them, but she still finds it hard to find her footing among their rambunctious ways. Her parents often left her to her own devices, especially once she began at Hogwarts, so she finds Molly’s tendency to want to be overly involved even in her adult children’s lives to be a little smothering.

Hermione loves being a mother, though. Rose and Hugo are her greatest accomplishments, and she would do anything for them. As unused as she is to a big and bustling family, she loves being a part of it, and is so thankful to the way that the Weasley family has always accepted her as one of their own, especially after she married Ron.

POST HOGWARTS —

Eighteen and suddenly Hermione is free from the pressures of war that she’s lived under since becoming best friends with the Chosen One. Her formative years all took place under this pressure, so it’s hard for her to really comprehend who she is in a world at peace. In their younger years, there was hope that she could become more relaxed and lighthearted, but now she can’t seem to learn how to laugh again, let alone go anywhere without constantly looking over her shoulder. The months that follow the battle find Hermione living with the Weasleys, unable to face returning to her parents and living with people who just didn’t understand. She spends most of her days that summer at Hogwarts, helping to rebuild the castle in time for another year. The time she isn’t at Hogwarts or the Weasley’s, she’s with Harry, trying to help bring him out of his fits of depression.

When the time comes, Hermione returns to school without her two best guys by her side, but at least she has Ginny. She’s disappointed that Harry and Ron aren’t interested in finishing their education, but she’s not really surprised. Ron was never that motivated anyway, and there are too many ghosts here at Hogwarts for Harry to bear coming back so soon. Without them, though Hogwarts just doesn’t feel the same, and though Hermione’s happy to be back in academia, she’s glad when they finish the year and head out into the real world.

Hermione’s real preference would be getting an apprenticeship of some sort in Arithmancy, Potions, or Transfiguration (or all of them, honestly) and then after she masters those, maybe going into the teaching world. But the Ministry still has a lot of reform to go and she knows they need all the help they can get, so she can’t sit back and watch them flounder when she could offer her determination to the cause. SPEW is still very much near and dear to her heart, so she seeks a job in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. It’s hard for her to find traction, but she stays stubborn and persistent, and slowly she’s able to help implement new regulations that improve the lives of many magical creatures, including House Elves.

Hermione and Ron became serious from the moment they kissed in the Battle of Hogwarts, immediately becoming an item afterwards. They never actually had a define-the-relationship sort of conversation, they just fell into each other, like they had always hoped they might. Their relationship wasn’t instantly easier now that they were able to admit they were in love with each other, but it did help both of their insecurities to die down a bit. They were married only a couple of years after Hermione graduated from Hogwarts, much to Molly’s delight and Harry’s slight chagrin. They decided to wait for a couple of years at least to have children, though, because Hermione wanted to advance enough in her career to make a difference before being tied down in that way.

When Ron and Hermione did begin trying for children, she found it difficult to conceive, but after a few years of trying to be patient and not agonize over it, Rose was born, and Hugo followed a couple of years after that. Hermione was delighted to be a parent, and while it wasn’t necessarily the big family she imagined, it was her family, and she loved them dearly. She was happy to have so many nieces and nephews for her children to grow up surrounded by, and weekly dinners at the Burrow were a time that everyone looked forward to.

Eventually, Hermione found herself working her way up in the Ministry (albeit somewhat unintentionally – she was just quick to offer opinions on things, and since she was a part of the Golden Trio, people tended to listen to her and take notice). She was eventually promoted to the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, where she did a lot of good getting rid of some outdated and truly atrocious laws that were in place.

CURRENT —

Hermione was never naive enough to believe that darkness wouldn’t creep its’ way back in, even with all of the reform that their world has done. Still, it’s surprising and unsettling the way that things have developed, especially considering the restrictions that are being put in place to keep Hermione’s two worlds separate.

[vanrosier-blog]

HARRY LLOYD / 25 / HE&HIM / MALE — EVAN ROSIER is a PUREBLOOD wizard whose allegiance previously lay with SLYTHERIN. They now reside in Portharne as a MEMBER of the Order. Most people agree that they are CUNNING and RESOURCEFUL, but they can also be UNTRUSTING and GROUCHY.

Marcus and Victoria had one son, Evan, or so they claimed. Some years before he was born, the couple had another child. But back then, they were still far too young to raise a kid, and give it up. They never saw the kid again, nor have they ever told Evan. So they raised him like he was the only one, not ever showing one ounce of regret for the child they abandonned. This made him feel more important to them, and he was ready to do what they wanted him to. And that included following their path, and stand against muggleborns and blood traitors.

They did not last long, however. He was 8 when his parents were attacked. He was staying with his mother in a motel, his father and a family friend off to torture villagers of the place, most of the time leading to more. What they hadn’t expected was for two Aurors to show up and investigate them. It forced them to slow down their activities, but came a point the Aurors discovered them, leading to a face off. And it all happened just outside of the motel Evan was with his mother. While she forced him away from the window, she saw the fight, she saw the last Auror murdering her husband. It didn’t take much longer until she pulled out her wand and headed outside. And with her mother now gone form the room, Evan crawled over to the windowsill, only to see his mother kill the man, as well as the scene displayed. Surprisingly, it didn’t shock him as much as expected. Of ourse, he realized what was happening, he could tell he’d never see his father again, but he wasn’t showing any sign of sadness.

And this slipped from his mother’s attention when she walked back in. Victoria was far too preoccupied by what she should do now. If the ministry was to show up soon, the blame would fall on her. And she couldn’t risk this. Quickly, she gathered all of their belongings, not telling a thing to Evan. She only explained once they got to his uncle’s. He leaved not too far, somewhere between the village they just left, and the one they actually lived in. He was the perfect alibi. And of course, he couldn’t refuse her. And so when the ministry told her her husband was found dead along with three others, and interrogated all of them, they saw no suspicions. 

And so life moved on for Evan. Losing his father was a big loss, but he quickly got over it, unlike his mother. She’d be more nervous, more stressed, almost sounding crazy. It was almost a relief when he started Hogwarts, and got to spend time away from her. He did, however, stay with those similar to him, with thesame beliefs. They were just like a family to him, and it was a place for him to develop his knowledge on Dark Arts and the cause. During those years, he often took pleasure in torturing those not fortunate enough to have been born with magical parents, or those betraying their blood purity. That was how he spent those years, and to most, this was just like any other Death Eater in becoming would do.

But some time after graduating, things started to change. He’d been with the same girl since his 7th year. Quite surprising, most people wouldn’t imagine he could hold a relationship. But it wasn’t love, it was purely blood related. She was pure, and was ready to pull through his crazy, so she’d do. But something changed, he changed. A fate encounter, most would call, something that shouldn’t happen. But this muggleborn he just met, she made him feel something, the boy would didn’t even cry when his father was murdered. Evan quite honestly never felt anything like this, but he tried to deny it for some time. She wasn’t suitable, so what was he thinking? But as the days and weeks passed, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Came a point that he lost it, breaking up with his girlfriend, and doing the unthinkable. He went after the muggleborn, and she made him realize they weren’t all bad. Slowly, his faith in blood supremacy, in the Dark Lord himself, started to fade, until it became obvious to his fellow Death Eaters that something was wrong. And unable to hide it for long, they discovered the truth. He could do nothing as they took her, and he’d never see her again. 

Evan was barely lucky enough to make it out alive himself. And now that they knew the truth, tha he wasn’t the same anymore, he couldn’t go back there, nor could he even turn to his family. Surely, they’d hear the truth soon enough. He stayed hidden for some time, until he stumbled on an old classmate. He was in a poor state, they could tell. Luckily, that person was good at heart, and they helped him. Enough until he got better, and pleaded his cause. He wasn’t safe anymore, and he knew only the Order could help him now. They got him an audience with them, but for them to trust him enough, he’d have to prove it. He started by giving out some hideouts, some names. By this point, he didn’t know the plans the Death Eaters had, but he could tell who were the culprits behind some actions of the past. Under the condition that he helped them around, that he’d give them any information he may be able to obtain, he could stay. And so he’s been there since then, trying to adapt, trying to makeup for all the actions he did in the past.

MISC

His patronus is an arctic fox.

He was born in Castle Combe on March 11th, 1954.

Recently, he developped a love for reading Muggle books.

His best classes were Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms.

His worst classes were Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures.

He was a Chaser from 4th to 7th year.

He is heterosexual.

[dmitri-smerdyakov]

Next Gen Scamander Headcanon | Linnet x Michael (with added Newt/Tina and a smidge of Jacob/Queenie)

In her first year at Hogwarts, Linnet walked into her first DADA lesson and had two choices; she could sit with a group of gigging girls who seemed friendly, or next to the Hufflepuff boy who was at the front on his own. She chose the boy; when they introduced themselves, she found out that his name was Michael Wood – she beamed and complimented him on his bag.

Michael had a crush on her from day on.

They were best friends all through their seven years at Hogwarts together, chatting and laughing and having fun; during the summer, they often visited each other. Michael, who had no brothers or sisters, found himself often thinking of the other Scamander children as being like siblings to him; he was especially fond of Wren, who was only four when he first visited the house.

Being honest, Newt and Tina saw Michael like another son a lot of the time; he was in the house or in the case a lot during the holidays, and there was an awkward shyness there that reminded Tina of her dear husband.

They remained best friends after graduating, meeting up nearly every day for lunch or something; Linnet went on to become an Auror, and Michael a Healer. He was still painfully aware that he had feelings of more than friendship for her but never said a word in case it ruined their friendship.

On a mission a few years down the line, Linnet’s team were attacked by rogue wizards working underground and she was taken hostage. They took away her wand and starved her, leaving her in a small stone cell with barely any heat or water. They beat her nearly every day, and it only continued to get worse; a week and a half after being captured, they started to take turns raping her. All she could think about was her family; when that became too painful, she found herself wishing for her best friend – she wanted to see his face, to have his company so she wasn’t alone. Photographs were taken and sent to the Ministry’s Senior Auror/Investigative Team – of which Tina and Phoenix were a part of – to taunt them.

Tina, of course, was angry and distressed and not sleeping this entire time because this was her daughter – she wanted to find Linnet and keep her safe, wanted to murder whoever had done this to her. Newt forgot his own philosophy about “worrying means you suffer twice” and worried; he paced and wrung his hands and fidgeted and found himself crying unexpectedly to his wife – he had always been especially close to Linnet, and this was torture for him of the worst kind.

Michael was absolutely distraught; despite not having any training whatsoever, he insisted on trying to help find her in whatever way he could – he went out on searches with Phoenix’s team, sat with Newt and Tina in the evenings so that they weren’t alone, consoled Wren. Not a moment passed where he didn’t worry about her and her safety, and he didn’t sleep at night.

It took them nearly an entire month to find Linnet; there was a short fight before the wizards were subdued and brought in for questioning. Linnet was rushed to St. Mungo’s immediately for treatment; Michael was there, and holding her hand, utterly relieved but also horrified at the state she’d been found in. They kept her in for a couple of weeks to monitor her healing progress and run tests; the scarring and torn tissue in certain areas confirmed the worst.

When it came to releasing her, it was decided that it would be best for her to not be alone in case of nightmares or the like – Linnet insisted that she stay with Michael, who had never left her side unless physically forced to. She trusted him with her life, she’d known him for so long, and he’s a trained Healer – if she needed any medical attention, then he would be on hand immediately. Michael agreed without a moment’s hesitation.

(She didn’t want to go with her parents – they had dealt with enough in their lives, she had decided, and her younger sister was still living at home; she didn’t want seventeen-year-old Wren, a Legilimens, seeing those images)

Healing was a long slow process, both physically and emotionally; she had nightmares every night about what had happened, reliving it, and she would wake up sobbing or close to tears; Michael would be there, wand alight, looking worried and comforting her – not as a Healer but as a friend. After a few nights, Linnet tentatively found herself asking if he could perhaps stay with her in the bed until she fell asleep. Michael, of course, hesitated at this but she convinced him to enlarge the bed so that there was more than enough space. She ended up falling asleep by his side, not touching but calmer because there was the warmth of another living person nearby and it was comforting to know that she wasn’t alone. It soon became a nightly thing – either she would wake from a nightmare and see him there or she would go to his room just to talk.

Michael still had growing feelings for her, but he was more than willing to be there as a friend – in whatever capacity she needed him, really. Because of what had happened, he found himself sick at the thought that he still fancied her because “Merlin, I can’t feel that way now because she’s been hurt badly and that’s wrong” – but he couldn’t help it, he cared about her and loved her. He was trying to help her heal but also dealing with his own misery and distress because he knew what happened, he had seen the photographs and heard the conversations about it, and it disgusted him that someone would do this to her, she didn’t deserve it.

Linnet found herself realizing after a while that she had feelings for him – but because of what had happened to her, she felt dirty, used, weak, and that he could do a lot better than someone like that. She told herself it would pass eventually, that it was just her clinging to him and blowing her emotions out of proportion.

The sleeping together didn’t exactly help either of them in regards to their conflicting feelings – of wanting something more but being fearful too. It was inevitable that it would happen some mornings: Michael would wake up, pressed against a warm body, and be horrified that his body was reacting in a certain way. When this happened, he would immediately move away from the bed to get away from her before she woke up and realized. He felt rather ashamed and angry with himself for his body betraying him like that.

Eventually Linnet was the one to admit to her feelings first – she could tell him anything, he was her best friend, and she needed to get it out in the open if nothing else. She admitted to him that she had found herself wanting more, and despite thinking he could do better…at the same time, she had found herself falling in love with him.

Michael was quiet as she talked, and when she finished he had swallowed, struggling to speak; he told her he had loved her for years, that he’d had a crush on her ever since he could remember, and it had never gone away – his feelings had simply gotten more intense. It was no longer a crush but he was in love with her too.

He asked her permission to kiss her, wary because what happened to her was always in the back of his mind, and she didn’t reply – instead she leaned forward and just did it. Nothing big or grand, just two people sharing a short, simple kiss and smiling afterwards awkwardly.

Their relationship was slow – it was slightly less awkward sharing a bed now that those feelings were out in the open, and they slept every night fully-clothed just…together.

After a few months, things got slightly out of hand – they were kissing and his hand brushed against her thigh by accident. Linnet freezed up, and then Michael had pulled away immediately because he knew something was wrong. He apologized profusely, and then she started crying because she knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but she was still incredibly scared because of what those men had done to her – even if Michael was different, there was still that reminder and it left her understandably frightened. He just carefully held her and listened before telling her she didn’t have to do anything she was uncomfortable with – he would never hurt her or push her, never.

It was months later that it finally happened; Michael was slow and careful, constantly reminding her “if you want to stop at any point then just say” and he let her be in control – he did whatever she said to do, to feel secure. There was no judgement in his eyes when he saw the scars left on her body (of which there were many); he just ran his fingers over them gently and said she was beautiful – and he really seemed to mean it. There was no rush, no urgency to get off: just a slow learning experience where he checked over and over again. Even when it was obvious that he was very much into the activity, he still told her she could say no and end it – but Linnet just smiled and told him she wanted it, wanted him. It was the most intimate and emotional moment because they were connected so intimately and he was in awe of her – there was no moving at first, just the two of them and soft whispers.

Afterwards, Michael had embraced her and continued to whisper adorations into her skin because he loved her; he loved her so much, and he would never hurt her so long as he lived. Linnet was crying but it was tears of joy and happiness and love.

A year later he asked her to marry him because she was the only one for him, that we would love and respect her; Linnet didn’t hesitate in her answer at all.

Newt cried at the wedding, both giving her away and while watching the ceremony; Tina was there trying to hide her own tears at Michael’s vows, and they were holding hands as they watched their daughter get married. Phoenix looked very emotional, even with a bouncing baby on his lap, and Leo was grinning from ear-to-ear. Wren was a bridesmaid, of course, and had tears streaming down her face. Before the ceremony she had taken her sister’s arm and winked: “he’s a good one, Lin.”

The Kowalskis were also in attendance too. Jacob made the best damn cake ever for them (he makes cakes for all the weddings in the family, let’s be real), every bit of icing immaculate and perfect; Queenie was sitting in the audience, holding his arm and they shared a lot of loving looks – even as they got older, they were a passionate couple. The female Kowalski cousins – Daisy, Ruth, Lucy and Penny – were also bridesmaids, of course, and the male Kowalski cousins – Toby, Abel and Elijah – were either cheering and clapping or beaming ear-to-ear.

And then there was Michael and Linnet themselves. Michael felt like the luckiest man alive, standing up there – it was the best day of his life without question. He told her that he’s enamoured by her, enraptured, and she’s the only girl he had ever loved. He was so happy that his heart could burst. Linnet was trying not to cry because of her make-up but there were tears escaping anyway – lots of tearful laughter and giggles before they shared their first kiss as a married couple.

The Niffler made an appearance, of course, let’s be realistic here: Newt just glared at him through his tears like “NO, get back in the case, you are NOT ruining this day” but Linnet picked Niff up and cuddled him – when no one was looking, she sneakily gave him a bunch of coins to keep him happy.

(Of course Tina saw and she just rolled her eyes – her family is incorrigible, the lot of them, but she loves them anyway)

Michael took Wren by the hand during the reception afterwards and they started dancing, much to everyone’s amusement; her own boyfriend/future husband, Jack was watching and chuckling. Linnet joined in during the next song and it was so much fun.

There were still nights where Linnet was plagued by nightmares, but Michael was always there, without fail, to comfort and reassure her. She felt safe with him, a calmness.

They were blessed three years later with a son who they called Lynx. Newt and Tina were only too overjoyed to have another grandchild (even if they didn’t quite feel that old yet – they’re the spritely kind of grandparents). Wren was godmother, of course.

[estelanel]

Nick Cutter

For some reason I was secretly hoping for someone to send me Nick, and I don’t even know why, but apparently you somehow sensed it :D

general opinion: actual fall in a hole trash prince love of my life

hotness level: theoretically hot but not my type

hogwarts house: I think I already argued once that Cutter’s a full-on Ravenclaw for me, and that’s because he will never love any person more than the act of gaining knowledge. Have you seen his face. Have you heard him call a raptor beautiful. What a freaking Ravenclaw idiot.

best quality: I had his worst quality typed out so quickly, and now I’m struggling with the best… :D Okay, hear me out: other than being ridiculously smart (which could also count as best quality, lbr) I feel like his strongest plus is his compassion and empathy. I would argue that Cutter is easily the most compassionate character on the show, maybe only matched by Abby. There are times when he completely closes up, yes - but generally he’s pretty good at empathizing with others and just kind of getting their point of view.

worst quality: I think I’ve talked about this before, too (I’m actually pretty sure I did, multiple times): Cutter has a serious case of undersharing. He does this thing where he actively withholds information from other people, for a couple of different reasons: a) he doesn’t think they deserve them, b) he thinks he knows best who needs to know what in which situation, c) he likes to punish people with silence. Actually I feel like this is a deliberately written and portrayed character flaw that is condemned as a flaw (see also: my countless essays on ‘why do I prefer both Nick Cutter and Matt Anderson over Danny Quinn’), which has caused serious danger and/or damage at times (see: that Fog Worm episode), and which has contributed to if not led to Stephen’s death. Long story short: Nick sucks at communicating.

ship them with: I don’t know if there’s anyone following me who hasn’t noticed yet, but in case there is: welcome in Nick/Stephen shipping hell. Feel free to ignore or block; otherwise the ship tag of the Pairing Of Doom is ‘I’m doing this one’ XD

brotp them with: I mean. I brOTP him with the whole team, I guess… if I had to pick one, I’d say Jenny, probably. Alternatively Connor.

needs to stay away from: Helen.

misc. thoughts: while answering this I found it easier to characterize Cutter than I found characterizing, for example, Scotty. And then I realized that this is because I have spent entirely too much time on analyzing Primeval characters. :D

[tearsofahime]

In parts 6 and 7 of the P5 Hogwarts AU, I outlined how the upper-year plot developments would go, but in this final installment, I will outline how the Final Battle would play out.

(Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 , and 7 plus Kazusakai’s fic are linked)

Thank You all who have been following me on this adventure that I never expected would delve much into but I am glad people read and appreciated it enough to keep me going. So thank you all so much and I hope you all enjoy this final installment.

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR PERSONA 5 BELOW

-          It was revealed in Akira’s seventh year that from his fifth year onwards, Headmaster Igor, was not, in fact, the real Igor, but was Yaldabaoth in disguise, who was using a polyjuice potion the whole time to scout out every exploitable weakness in Hogwarts and among its student body and faculty (particularly keeping an eye on Akira and his friends after what he heard happened at the Ministry.)

-          This leads to Yaldabaoth being able to scout out all the weaknesses at Hogwarts (But the Room of Requirement never lets him in, in fact, it helped all the students that banded together into a sort of “Dumbledore’s Army” sort of organization that were inspired by the exploits of Akira and Co. to start to take a stand against Yaldabaoth’s organization.)

-          The real Igor was sealed away in a dungeon along with Caroline and Justine (whose hair was also being used for polyjuice potion). Yaldabaoth was about to kill all three of them once he and his organization had fully taken over Hogwarts, but the students help free them and keep them in hiding inside the Room of Requirement where Yaldabaoth couldn’t find them.

-          The takeover of Hogwarts by Yaldabaoth’s organization was brutal and unexpected due to the fact that Yaldabaoth snuck in right under everyone’s noses and basically provided an opening for the rest of his organization to take over and make a base out of Hogwarts.

-          A good deal of the surviving students either leave or are pulled out of school by their parents but a lot also stay alongside their teachers and plan strategies inside the Room of Requirement to fight

-          The Final Battle happens when Akira and the others return to Hogwarts, finally armed with the knowledge needed to defeat Yaldabaoth, to join the fight.

-          During the final battle, Akira and the others are on their way to find Yaldabaoth when they run into Goro.

-          Everyone is straight up-about to fight, they have their wands drawn and everything, but Goro surprisingly doesn’t. He puts his hands up in surrender and tells everyone that he eventually realized the error of his ways and that he truly regrets his actions, telling them all that he was blind to chase some semblance of a family when he had had one all along in all of them and acknowledging that a lot of what he did to them was unforgivable but that he at least hopes that at the very least, he can help them defeat Yaldabaoth by leading them to him.

-          Everyone is super-hesitant, but Akira, who has known him the best out of anyone, recognizes his friend’s sincerity and allows him to lead the way.

-          Their path gets blocked by Shido, who says that if they want to get to his master, they’ll have to go through him first.

-          The fight is quite long and arduous and it’s taking quite a bit of energy away from most of the party members. After a while, it seems like if they continue any more, they might not have enough energy left, Goro tells everyone to run and that he’ll take over and deal with his father one-on-one

-          Akira is EXTREMELY reluctant to leave Goro alone, especially when he had only JUST come back but he and everyone recognizes the gravity of the situation and leaves the scene, albeit very reluctantly (He almost has to be DRAGGED out of the scene by Makoto)

-          As Akira was fleeing the scene, the last thing he sees is Goro engaging in a VERY INTENSE duel with Shido, that is until Shido decided to play dirty and aim a cruciatus curse at Akira. Goro blocks the spell with his body and takes on the effects of the curse, rendering him helpless while Akira could only look back and watch in horror. After hearing Goro’s pained cries of agony in the distance, Akira then hears Shido yell out the killing curse before it all stops.

-          Akira is DEVASTATED. He wants to turn back because he doesn’t want to believe anything about that. He would have shut down right then and there if it weren’t for the sheer panic of the situation and the sudden feelings of rage and revenge taking over that kept him going.

-          Akira and the others reach Yaldabaoth and they all engage in an intense duel. Yaldabaoth proves a difficult and almost-overpowering match for the seven of them, and the fight lasts a good two hours.

-          Eventually though, Akira and the others finally defeat Yaldabaoth, incapacitating him of his powers when he shows a moment of weakness before Akira, for the first and only time in his life, uses the killing curse on him.

-          The mood after that battle was not a victorious one, at least not to the P5 party. While the rest of the school celebrated the announcement of Yaldabaoth’s defeat, Akira and the others rushed back to the scene where they last saw Goro.

-          Akira’s worst fears were confirmed when he finds Goro’s lifeless body crumpled on the floor.

-          He kneels down on the floor and ends up cradling his best friend in his arms and sobbing. He’s outright heartbroken and he cries for a long time as he mourns the death of his closest friend, who he realizes he had truly loved all his life (quite possibly as much as he loved Yusuke, not that he would tell him that) and never thought he’d have to live a life without him in it.

-          The rest of the Party is in various stages of grief and disbelief over this, some more so than others as Goro still did hurt them and people close to them, but he was still someone they spent years growing up with so there was still a great deal of sadness.

-          The next weeks and months were spent repairing Hogwarts and reinstating Mitsuru as the Minister of Magic while plans to implement newer measures of tolerance and education about wizard-muggle relations were put in place so as to prevent a tragedy like this and the last from happening again.

-          Any remainders of Yaldabaoth’s supporters were put on trial and punished.

-          Akira and the others are heralded as War Heroes.

-          Akira almost withdraws from the rest of the world from grief over Goro’s death, and Yusuke is often there to lend Akira a shoulder to cry on and support him through this trying time, as do the rest of the P5 Party, who encourage and find ways to keep Akira socially active enough he doesn’t become a shut-in. Akira is more than thankful to his lover and to his friends for being so understanding.

-          Eventually though, he does heal, albeit slowly.

-          Many years later, Akira and Yusuke finally do settle down together, and they adopt a couple of children, (one of which they name after Goro) and along with the families of the other members of the Party, they all become one big tight-knit family, proving that time, support and love really does help soothe wounds created by war and hate.