#the other hp au

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Hogwarts AU [pt. 4]

On the day of his birthday, Tim is very rudely awoken by something hitting his face. Or, multiple somethings, actually.

It doesn't hurt - even though the somethings are quite hard and full of edges, and some of them heavy, they were very gently dropped on him from only a few inches above. More like placed if he is being honest.

Tim groans and raises his head up from the pillow, blinking his sleep away and coming almost face to face with Minky's large, wet-looking and eager eyes.

"Happy Birthday gifts for Young Master," the house elf tells him with the deep satisfaction of a job well done and disappears with a loud crack. Tim drops his head back down, burying his face in the pillow. She does that every year, so he is not exactly surprised by this kind of present delivery. But it's still a little annoying.

It takes him a few minutes to come to the conclusion that he won't be able to fall back asleep no matter how hard he tries. Which also doesn't surprise him - who in their right mind would be able to sleep while surrounded by birthday presents? - but it's kind of a tradition at this point. Just like Minky buries him in his gifts every year on his birthday, he is trying to get a few more minutes of sleep every time after it.

With a huff, Tim sits up on his bed and throws the blanket off him, looking around. And there comes the first surprise of this morning; there are more boxes in his bed than he expected.

Usually, it's only three or four: Mother's and Father's, that come either together, as one gift, or as two separate ones, the obligatory gift from Malfoy family because they like to make sure they are paying attention to absolutely everyone, even if they have little personal interest in the Heir of Drake family, and Diggorys', who send him something unbearably expensive every time because Mr. Diggory is friends with Father and likes showing off that he is rich.

This year, there are six gifts. Well, of course there are, like, a couple dozen birthday cards as well, from everyone who bothers remembering the birth date of the Drake's Heir, but Minky never brings those, and Tim is not particularly interested in them anyway. They are for Mother to sort through and decide what to do with them.

But back to the topic. Six gifts.

For the first time since Tim was around four - so, before he realized that none of those presents were for him personally, not really - he feels excited.

He sorts through the boxes, setting the recognizable emerald green one with a white bow (Malfoys) and the yellow with a red ribbon (Diggorys) aside. He doesn't care for those, he can open them later.

Which leaves him with a white, neatly wrapped in silk package that has to be from his parents, a blue rectangular box with yellow patterns on it, a small box in pinks and purples, and a rather large, narrow cardboard thing that isn't wrapped at all and actually looks like it's made from several smaller boxes with the use of sticking charms.

The last one is the most curious, so Tim leaves it for later and starts with the white package from his parents. There's no card - not like they need to add it since they are, well, his parents - and it's not exactly the most exciting present either: a 'Guide to Your First Potion' and an empty journal in a matching cover with a self-inking quill. Tim has no interest in potions; he likes reading about charms and enchantments way more, but the underlying message is clear. He sets both the book and the journal aside on the table by his bed and runs his hands through the rest of the gifts.

He decides to go with the blue one next, an impatient feeling tugging at his stomach. It turns out to be a chess set, with the pieces made of some kind of semi-translucent, crystalline stone, but what intrigues him even more is an additional, poorly wrapped purple lump with a crooked bow inside the box. As soon as he opens that, half-a-dozen chocolate frogs leap out of it, hopping away and all over Tim's bed.

He blinks in surprise, but upon closer inspection, there's a card on the bottom of the purple package. Make sure to bite their legs off, it advises in a jumpy handwriting, and, below that, Happy Birthday! - Steph.

Tim can't help but laugh. He doesn't bother going after the runaway candy; if Minky was cheeky enough to wake him up by throwing presents all over him, he's sure she'll be delighted to go on a frog hunt later.

Instead, he goes for the next box, the pinkish-purple one. This one is signed To: Timothy Drake, From: Samantha Manson in a curly handwriting on top, but despite knowing the sender, Tim has no idea what to expect.

Inside, he finds a shiny, silvery thing with about a dozen buttons and what looks like a piece of telescope on one side of it. He frowns, carefully setting the thing aside on the bed and looking inside the box again. Sure enough, there is a note, and it's about ten times longer than Steph's.

It's called a camera, the note says with no preamble, and Tim can very vividly hear Sam's condescending voice in his ears, You use it to take pictures. Then, there's a whole list of instructions on how to use it, which Tim is reluctantly grateful for. Thanks, he knows what a camera is, he's seen them before. It's just that they were always big and kind of bulky, and he hadn't known they could be so compact.

But it's a strangely thoughtful gift, now that Tim thinks about it. He and Sam still didn't talk much when Mrs. Manson brought her over; they just somehow wordlessly came to a mutual agreement of never bothering each other and spent the time reading their respective books while sitting in the opposite corners of a room. But in the few instances when they did talk, Tim remembers saying he wished he could draw. Just so he could keep things he liked seeing in physical, tangible form, and not only in his memory.

He should probably find out when Sam's birthday is, and send her something nice in return. He has no idea what that is going to be yet, but he has to try.

Carefully setting the camera back in the box - he is not sure how delicate he should be with it but better safe than sorry - Tim looks to the only present left. He tried not to think about it lest he ends up getting his hopes up and being thoroughly disappointed later, but, well.

There's only a few things he can imagine needing a package of this shape and size, long, narrow and thin.

He licks his lips, swallows and reaches for the cardboard monstrosity, his fingers trembling slightly as he rips the packaging off.

He is very much not disappointed, because it ends up being exactly what he suspected it was.

A broom.

It's not a new broom, Tim can feel the scratches on the handle when he runs his fingers over it. And, realistically, he should probably be at least a little put off by having a second-handed gift given to him, but he can't bring himself to.

Because it's not a kiddie broom. It's an actual, real broom, a Cleansweep that's a bit too old but is still evidently well cared for. With no restrictions about speed of height or anything.

Tim takes the rest of the cardboard off of his new treasured possession, running his hands over it again, just to make sure it's not an illusion. It takes him a few minutes to come back to reality and notice a piece of paper that was also inside the poor excuse of a box. Tim thinks he knows who sent it either way, but he still picks it up, unable to get the happy grin off his face.

So next time you can join us, the slightly different sized, wide letters say, Happy Birthday, Tim! And, below that, a completely different, stern, and pointy handwriting adds, Please, make sure you have an adult supervising your first flight. There are disillusionment charms applied to this broom, as well as a notice-me-not charm, so you don't have to worry about any unwanted attention. We hope you have a very nice birthday! - Best wishes, Fenton family.

Tim thinks he is going to cry because of how happy he is.

...Although, he probably won't be able to follow that advice about adult supervision. It's not like his parents are ever home long enough to watch over him. But, on the other hand, Minky has been a Drake's elf for a few generations now, hasn't she? She's gotta be old enough to count.

He can't wait to try it out.

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Vague visual vibes for Tim's room and the library at Drake manor:

As well as the drawings (I swear I spent more effort on editing that first one than I did on actually writing the piece)

[Picrew] [Pic of the broom found through Pinterest, I couldn't find the artist]

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Other notes on random things:

Part 1 of this AU was set in late spring, part 2 was happening in early summer, and part 3 took place on Christmas Eve, what with the 'Winter Ball' and all. Which means we are now more than a year into this story and Tim just turned 9 years old (his birthday is in July, so he was still 7 y.o. in part 2 but already 8 y.o. in part 3). Danny's birthday is October 31st, by the way, so technically Tim is older than him by a few months.

There's an running joke in the Brown family that they've clearly named the wrong child Lavender since Steph is absolutely in love with the color purple in all shades and hues.

One could argue that a camera is bordering on a muggle-related gift, which should probably be considered sketchy in pure-blood community, but a) Mansons don't give a shit, b) Tim doesn't give a shit either (granted, it's because he doesn't know he should give a shit), c) canonically, Harry had a whole photo-album with pictures of his parents and their friends, so I'm under the impression that it's an acceptable level of muggle technology incorporated into wizarding world.

The gift from Diggorys was a pair of sapphire cufflinks that Tim literally has nowhere to wear, and the gift from Malfoys was a book on pureblood customs because Lucius likes making vague hints about Malfoys being better than all those other, lesser families.

Also, trust me, that poll really was relevant, I'll get to that in the next part, where we'll be meeting the Waynes, finally.

[<- part 3 | part 5 ->]

[poolpvrty]

Lord Sirius and Lord James 🤲

[as-thra]

"Let me go I'm going to be late—"

"Our baby brother's all grown up..."

"It's just a date!"

🌹 Page siblings for the page sibling likers :]!!! mostly for trevor and jester since their posts about esme and reggie made me think about them a lot snsjsjsn

🐍 Bonus!!! The other side of the sibling dynamic (lovingly), aslan and cassandra:

bonus bonus.. how i imagine the pose i drew the page siblings in, daniel grows taller than esme eventually and she still insists on pulling him down for hugs:

[sneverussape]

monopoly isn’t a game for sore losers tbh

[moonstruckme]

I sent a request a while back before I knew about you closing your request. (Sorry about that.) But maybe apocalypse Remus and reader finally reuniting with the others? Or dealing with the full moon approach while separated from the pack and all the reader wants to do is help, but Remus doesn't want to hurt her? Or maybe they get attacked again, and they get away just fine, but the reader gets hurt in the process or something. Idk something angsty just sounds so good rn 😅

Thank you for requesting love, sorry for the wait!

cw: blood

apocalypse au

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

You’re off gathering more twigs to feed the fire when you hear a series of explosions. Your head snaps in that direction, time seeming to stop with your heart. In the next second you’re dropping the kindling, sprinting back for the campsite, because if someone’s found Remus, if they’ve gotten through his protections—

You only make it a few steps before you see he’s already racing toward you, barely glancing behind him to shoot a nonverbal spell at the three—no, four, five—bounty hunters chasing after him. You scramble for your wand to help, knocking a couple off his heels before Remus barrels into you. He apparates without hesitating, and a scream tears from your throat, pain searing through your side. 

You and Remus grip each other tightly, rolling to the ground. The place where you’ve landed is quiet, but you can hardly tell with the desperate ringing in your ears and the sound of your own panting breaths. Remus rolls off you, inadvertently putting pressure on the blazing pain in your side. You cry out and put your hands over the spot, shielding it from further harm.  

“Fuck.” He’s panting too, shoving his wand in the waistband of his jeans with shaking hands. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to warn you, I—are you hurt?” 

Your brain is all static, speech beyond you, but in a breath there are hands covering yours, pulling at the edge of your shirt. Your shirt, sticky with blood. You moan. 

“You have to let me see,” Remus is saying, fighting to get your hands away from the wound. “I can’t help if I can’t see it.” 

Your shirt sticks and clings to you as he peels it off, the cool air somehow making everything worse. Remus curses proficiently. His touch vanishes. It’s a relief, and also not. You want to go curl up somewhere by yourself until this hurt goes away, and also you don’t want him to leave you. 

He’s back a second later, taking your wrists in a gentle but firm grip to get them away from your side. You hadn’t realized you’d grabbed it again. 

“You’re okay,” he promises swiftly, and you must really trust him, because you almost believe him despite the leaves growing slick with blood beneath you. “You’re going to be fine. Sorry, this is going to sting.” 

You don’t quite process the words before fire sears your side. You choke on a sob, but the pain only spreads, moving inward like it’s eating you away to nothing. Remus shushes you, tiny, helpless placations rushing from between his lips. 

“You’re okay, sweetheart. You’re okay. I’ve got you. Almost done now.” 

When the burning ebbs, you’re honestly not sure whether this new feeling is only the lesser pain you’d felt before whatever Remus had done to you. But a few ticks go by, and the static in your head fades. You can hear yourself breathing. The breeze rustling through trees. You touch your side tentatively, and it’s whole. 

Remus’ scarred hand skims it as though making sure of the same thing. You look at him, tears still clumped in your lashes, and he retracts his hand, glancing down to screw the cap back on the bottle. 

“What is that?” Your voice scrapes on its way out. You clear your throat embarrassedly. 

Remus looks over like he isn’t sure you’re talking to him. “This?” You nod. “Essence of dittany. There’s some powdered silver in it, but that doesn’t tamper with the healing.” 

You nod again, swallowing. Neither of you feel the need to discuss why he has the potion so readily available. Remus turns away from you, burying it back in his bag. You realize for the first time that he even has it, must have managed to grab it before the bounty hunters go too close. You’re both lucky he’s so quick on his feet.

“Thank you,” you say, sitting up, “and, uh, sorry for…making it so difficult.” 

Remus softens. He kneels beside you again, holding a different bottle in his lap as he draws a careful finger under your lashes, catching the tears hanging there. “I’m sorry for splinching you. I should have warned you we were going to apparate.” 

“You were under duress. I think you can be excused some hasty decision-making.” 

“You splinched away nearly half your middle,” he says, a bit of teasing in his voice. “I think you can be excused a bit of hysteria.” You can’t tear your gaze away from his amber eyes, and he doesn’t shy from it. “You came close to losing a few ribs. I don’t know what we would’ve done then.” 

“You would’ve fixed it,” you say certainly, and Remus drops his stare, a bashful smile lifting one corner of his mouth as he unscrews the bottle he’d pulled out of the pack. 

“Maybe,” he allows. “Here, have a few sips of this.” 

You sniff at it tentatively. 

“Don’t smell, just drink.” 

You do. Then you gag, coughing. “Ugh, what is it?” 

“Blood-Replenishing Potion. Have just a little bit more,” he instructs, watching while you do before taking the bottle back and twisting on the cap. “You really scared me, bleeding all over the place like that.” 

“Sorry.” 

He hums as he stores the bottle back in the bag, eyes going somewhere foggy and faraway. It may be the new familiarity of this particular look, but you know instantly what he’s thinking of: the other people he’s terrified for, who might not be faring so well without his help and ample medical supplies. 

“How do you think they’ve managed to find us twice in under a week?” he asks, quiet enough that you wonder if he’s even talking to you. 

“They didn’t.” You match his tone, soft and careful. “Those were bounty hunters, not death eaters.” 

Remus grunts. “Same thing, under this government.” 

“Those guys found us by chance,” you say with certainty you don’t feel. “James and Sirius have always had better luck than that. And they’re smart. If anyone stumbled upon them, they’d get away, too.” 

His throat bobs, but he nods. “You’re right. They’re perfectly competent on their own, I just…I don’t like the idea of them out there without us to help.” 

“Me neither,” you admit at a murmur. 

Remus only looks into the leaves, gaze still distant. You give him the time he needs to collect himself, surveying the area you’ve landed in. It’s not vastly different from the forest you’d been in before, but some of the trees look different and when you listen you can hear a few birdsongs that aren’t the ones you’ve lived among for the past few days. The sun is just starting to dip into the horizon. It lights everything in a soft, glowy orange. You’ll need to gather kindling again if you’re going to have a fire, but for now you just take a breath. The sunlight tangles in Remus’ hair, making his skin look buttery smooth and romanticizing his expression into one of contemplation rather than hauntedness. Your heart throbs, a warm sort of ache. You wonder if he can fix that, too.

“I know it’s not the same,” you say quietly, embarrassedly, “but at least for now, we have each other.” 

Remus smiles. It’s small and weary, but a smile nonetheless. “Yeah,” he says. “I’m glad for it.”

[callmesel]

Imagine that the Weasleys switch ages or smt

Like: Ginny, Bill, Ron, Charlie, Percy and the twins

And they keep the same age gap so Ginny and Bill have already graduated by the time Harry entered Hogwarts so Ron's the prefect in his fifth year, Charlie in thrid and Percy on his first

Would be fun that his two best friends (if Percy replaces Ro'n as his best friends) are two know-it-all's that are like constantly teaching stuff. I think that Hermione and Percy will also clash a bit like the og Ron did but in a different way. Like they are academic rivals and that be so much fun. They're both seeking validation from their academic success. Also if idk, want a rivals to lovers you have this two better than make Hermione date her bully imo

And during summer Harry stops responding so Percy is like "I think Harry is in trouble, he doesn't responds to my letters anymore" and Charlie goes "Oh, shoot. Do you want to go see how he is?" "Can we do that?" "For sure!" "What does Ron say?" "He doesn't care as long as we don't get arrested" "Okay!" And they fly to get Harry and now he is in the burrow having the time of his life.

And then the twins are like "I can't believe my loser brother's bestfriends is the mf Harry Potter!"

If you ship any of the twins with Harry you can just make them want to steal Harry's attention from Percy and that would be okay. The twins pranking Percy like double hard because they want Harry to think they're cool and then backfire (or no because young Harry wouldn't be really confrontational tbh)

I imagine that Ginny is a profesional quidditch player (or training to be one) so she is around but really busy and travelling with her team and stuff. Visited that summer and Harr is like "wow". So you got a bit of one side hinny also going on like in the og story.

But I have thought about also swaping other characters age, like Oliver Wood and Hermione Granger.

I think it kind of makes more sense that Oliver is Harry's first friend and then Percy. So imagine Oliver Profesional Quidditch lover Wood seen his friend be like a natural gifted quidditch player so he is the one teaching him all about quidditch and stuff.

Harry would have two quidditch obsessed people in his life: Charlie inside the team and Oliver outside it. And then you got Percy info dumping every once in a while. I think it would be fun. He would also learn a lot about the wizarding world during his first year. Maybe Percy explaining stuff to him and he asking questions back.

There would be so many new dynamics and would be so much fun.

I'd like to think that Mcgonagall would be more involved. Idk. I think she's really fond of Percy and Oliver. So maybe she keeps an eye on them a lot. AND ALSO CHARLIE.

Like, he is always going to be a big brother for Percy imo. And him being more involved would change a lot of things so more fun. He isn't as involved but it's like occasionally telling Percy to relax and stuff. Also Ton having the opportunity to be an older brother and scooding the twins for their constant pranks. He's def more lay back compared to Hermione that as a prefect would scold them more often.

Idk

I think about them a lot

This au can go in so many ways and I love every single one of them, except if you make any of the Weasleys a complete a-hole for no reason. Specially if is Percy because that's my boy right there and I don't want any hate to him🫵

[chiocchi]

The Knight and The King AU

[sweetnnaivete]

thinking about rosekiller meeting in college. they don't know each other's names, but they have a bunch of classes together. they bump into each other at a party, barty drinking vodka with a straw and evan not drinking at all. they (barty) flirt but don't catch each other's names, and go home thinking about each other. they make up names for each other, barty calling evan an angel and evan calling barty a demon. when they find out their real names, it's like something clicks into place and next thing you know they're making out in a bathroom stall. they study each other, barty being a psych major and evan a med student, then after college ends they stop talking until they inevitably cross paths again, by accident.

[ricochetyears]

currently writing my wolfstar + jegulus dune au and mamaaa i’m a mess 🧍‍♂️ not even sure it’ll be interesting, tbh, because i’ve already ended up making up my own plotlines, terminology, and languages, plus that vicious cycle of sirius’ demisexuality and regulus’ tragic anxiety & obsession with daggers. but like... i’m dedicated anyway

[evil-swan-witch]

Do you like the second generation of harry potter and/or the cursed child?

Do you like scorbus and other less important ships?

Do like reading cool AUs?

If you answered yes to one or all of these questions you should totally read my fanfic!

its on ao3 and its called Never Speak Ill of the Dead! username is 1CantGoBackImHAUNT3D

its a second gen (kinda) superpower au and im really proud of it. there are 10 chapters so far but its kinda just starting so itll be pretty long. i also have plans for a sequel that might even be better than the first one! please read it!

[bythepen98]

Dramione ||💚❤️️

(8th year) How I view their dynamic

They grow to like each other after being forced to work together for a several month long project

They love to banter and are often seen spending time together in the library or walking hand-in-hand by the lake

smart Draco. Hermione enjoys researching and debating with him

They still fight ofc. It can be explosive

but they make sure not to leave it brewing for too long to affect their relationship

The type of couple who'll peck each other on the lips before storming off in separate directions after an argument lol

They hug each other extra hard once they make up, probably even cry a bit.

The whole school breathes a sigh of relief now that they don't have to deal with an irate Hermione and a sulky Draco patrolling the halls and taking away everyone's points for the littlest thing.

[t1oui]

had an idea for two of my ocs that wouldn't work for them but i think it would work for jily so here's my thoughts

toxic singers jily except they're not toxic towards each other, they're toxic towards everybody else. (this isn't based on my kink is karma by chappell roan, but that song goes PERFECTLY with what i'm thinking. keep this in mind for later)

at first they're in a band with a few others, let's say dorcas and sirius. at the beginning lily is dating dorcas and james is dating remus, who isn't in the band.

see, sirius is the one who wanted to start the band. he's the one who's dreamed of being a musician. but james is the one everybody likes. james is the one people want to sing. james leaves sirius behind and starts writing songs with lily instead.

eventually, james and lily start their own band where it's just the two of them. everybody loves them and slowly they're spending more and more time with each other rather than their partners or friends. when dorcas breaks up with lily, it's a surprise to no one but them because they've been engrossed in their own little world. remus wants to talk to james but he can't because james is putting his friendship with lily over anyone and everyone else.

(their concern for james, as friends of his, is how sirius and remus meet)

finally, finally, james and lily decide to take a little time at home, and remus breaks up with james. and this is where the whole "my kink is karma" relation comes in, because that song is basically remus watching james become less and less like the person he fell in love with, spending all of his time with lily. he watches the two of them push everybody away, convincing themselves (and each other) that they're not the problem.

remus gets to be happy with sirius while james and lily ruin their lives without even realizing. remus gets to watch their 15 seconds of fame collapse out from under them, gets to start a new band with dorcas, sirius, and marlene where sirius gets all the spotlight he wants. remus gets to laugh when james and lily come crawling back to their old bandmates, to him, and beg for forgiveness. because it's too late, obviously. they had their choice, and they chose each other.

[poolpvrty]

Killing Eve; Rita and Bellatrix!

[as-thra]

cassandra officially got herself a brother so ofc she gets the full experience 🫶

[motherfuckingnazgul]

are you normal or are you unable to get into a fandom without immediately planning an epic-length fanfiction

[bebyebeeh]

i need an AU where Regulus and Sirius are hit with a de-aging curse and suddenly they're 4/5yos and they're each others whole world again

they just can't stand to be separated so James and Remus have to make sure they don't do anything stupid while trying to look for a way to break the curse