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futurequibblerjournalist · 2 months ago
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Do you think all of the S28 have crests/animals like how the Malfoys have their peacocks and the Averys have barn owls?
Yes, I do! Most of the Sacred Twenty Eight seem too stuck on their high horse to not have something like a crest/animals to represent them. I went with animals for this since I've got significantly more thoughts for that than on the crests, but I would imagine these also show up on some variant of a family crest as well. I got a bit of help from a friend with this one but,,, here are our thoughts lol
Abbot - Doves
The Old English derivative "abbod" is a reference to the head of monasteries and the Old French "abet" means "priest".
Avery - Barn Owls
Black - Black Ravens
This is canon, as seen on the Black family tree, but ravens are the specific corvus due to their symbolism.
Bulstrode - Marsh Frog
The Old English "bula" means "bull" and "strōd" means "overgrown marsh", yet bullfrogs are not native to the area.
Burke - Porcupines
Derives from the Norwegian name "Børke", which originated from the Old Norse "birki", meaning "birch forest", a location commonly populated by porcupines.
Carrow - Stoat
The Welsh surname "Caeriw" means "dweller at the fort on the hill", an area that stoats can be found. They are also a breed of mustelid that highly resemble a weasel, which highlights their Slytherin traits in reference to the phrase "weasel out of something", meaning to be cowardly.
Crouch - Lamb
The Old English term "crūc" means "cross", an item from a religion associated with lambs in direct correlation to their saviour. I especially love this for the religious context and it symbolically means innocence, purity and sacrifice. Especially the latter works great with how Crouch Senior sacrifices his son for the sake of his career but also how Artemisia Crouch (Barty's mother) sacrifices herself for her son (who she believes to be innocent as far as we're aware), something that she would have never done if she had not married into the Crouch family.
Fawley - Hare
The names originate from the Old English terms "fealu", meaning "fallow", or "colour", "fealh", meaning "ploughed land", and "lēah", which means "woodland clearing". The hare is a woodland creature with earthy tones, suiting each origin.
Flint - Otter
The Old English name means "stream", an otter's habitat.
Gaunt - Serpent
The Middle English term meant "slender", an apt description of a snake and a reference for their status as Slytherin's heirs.
Greengrass - Red Deer
An animal that takes residence in grassy areas.
Lestrange - Fox
The name derived from "foreigner" in French, which leads one to believe that they were perceived as outcasts, presumably to the Muggle world, as would likely be subsequently associated with the occult, of which foxes are part. Traits symbolised by the animal also follow Slytherin's creed.
Longbottom - Hedgehog
The Old English words "lang" and "botm" mean "valley bottom", where hedgehogs may be found.
Macmillan - Lion
Often depicted on the Macmillan family crests.
Malfoy - Albino Peacocks
This is once again another canon one. Lucius Malfoy even owns an albino peacock and it scares Yaxley when he arrives along with I believe Severus for a meeting in June or July 1997? Something along those lines.
Nott - Salamander
The surname may be a variant of "Cnut", which is an English variant of the name Knud, the king who brought England and Denmark together, and salamanders are animals found in Denmark whose features pair with Slytherin traits.
Ollivander - Cow
The name originates from the Greek "olive wand", and as the known Ollivander pairs wands and wizards, the animal was chosen from Hera's sacred cow, combining professions and origins.
Parkinson - Bat
The name "Parkin" meant "little stone" in Middle English, and whilst it is a wider stretch than others, caves are typically comprised of rock, where bats can be located.
Prewett - Lion
The name is a variant of "Prewitt", which meant "valiant", suiting both the animal and the House of Gryffindor.
Rosier - Bee/Swan
My friend suggested bees, as they are pollinators of roses, I personally like the swan. The swan is most commonly a symbol of love, similar to how the red rose is, but it is also a symbol of beauty, something I think the Rosiers value a lot. This also fits with my headcanon that the Rosier family has a lot of Veela blood in it, as the Veelas transform into a bird-like creature when angry. They're described as cruel-beaked bird-like harpy-esque creatures and as someone who's witnessed an angry swan, I think it all adds up lol.
Rowle - Eastern Osprey
I headcanon the Rowle family to have roots in Denmark (hence names like Thorfinn) and the Eastern Osprey is a bird fairly commonly seen in Denmark.
Selwyn - Goat
The name originates from the Latin "Silvanus", Roman god of the forest, where goats could be seen.
Shacklebolt - Horse
The name obviously refers to breaking shackles, thus freedom, which is often represented by horses.
Shafiq - Persian Leopard
Derives from "shafaqa", meaning "compassion". Felines are widely loved in the culture and leopards symbolise power, beauty, and wisdom.
Slughorn - Slug
Ignoring the obvious reasons the Slughorns would be represented by slugs, slugs are also known to symbolise adaptability which we see with the one Slughorn we know of. Snails in general often symbolise tests of personal strength and we've also seen Horace Slughorn deal with many tests of personal strength, first when he tells Tom Riddle about the horcruxes and later when he tells Hari about the memory of it.
Travers - Heron
The name meant "to cross" in Old French, typically crossing a body of water, an exodus that herons are known to populate.
Weasley - Weasels
Yaxley - Bison
The name comes from "gēac" and "leah" in Old English, respectively meaning "cuckoo" and "woodland clearing". As yaks are not as popular in Europe, bison bear a close resemblance.
There was a lot of overlap with what we thought for a handful of families, though most of the explanations are by @literallysleepy! Hopefully, you guys enjoyed them as much as I did,,,,
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fic rec friday
I'm starving, darling.
by MarigoldWritesThings @marigold-hills on Ao3
“Dear gods you are gorgeous,” the man said before Remus could utter a sound. “I’m so sorry about this. Truly. I wouldn’t, but it’s a rather desperate situation you see.”
I’m going to get mugged, Remus realised. Here, under the sharp stars, in the soft snow, by the hands of the most beautiful man he had ever laid his eyes on.
And wasn’t that just his luck.“Trust me,” the man continued, “I am no more pleased about it than you are, but it’s a matter of life and death at this point, otherwise… well, sorry. Again.”
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Remus is accosted by a vampire on his way home. Strange in itself. But when the vampire realises he has anaemia, he starts bringing him food. And medication. And nice little treats to make him feel better.
And - well. Remus never claimed to be a man of strong convictions.
Ahh! So lovely and silly and sweet! I'm actually not sure if I recommend this fic already but if I did... just read it again? It's genuinely so good!
Of Fright, Cold, and Cruel Memories
by MidnightStargazer on Ao3
The house is haunted. That much was obvious from day one. But as for the story behind how the ghost came to be there...Be careful.
There are some mysteries better left unsolved. The truth about this one just might break your heart.
This one broke my heart a little bit. Don't mind me, crying in the corner... we love some Black family angst!
Prior Incantato
by AuroraNova on Ao3
Dudley Dursley's life was perfectly normal - until his younger daughter's eleventh birthday, when a letter arrived which forced him to recall buried memories about wizards and magic. Now he has to navigate raising a witch, a complicated relationship with his famous cousin, and his mother's loathing of magic, all while coming to terms with his childhood. And he's still afraid of dementors.
I've been really in the mood for redemtion fics lately so here you go with that I guess ^^' I just love this!!
so... I don't really know what the vibe for this fic rec is supposed to be? It's kind of all over the place lol but I just read so many good fics this last week and wanted to share a few of those
As always leave lots of love and kudos to the authors and have an amazing rest of the week <3
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hxuse-xf-black · 1 year ago
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[Tonks is keeping a secret] Kingsley: I'm not mad. But I am curious. I mean, you were acting so weird at the crime scene. Tonks: I always act weird. Kingsley: Okay. Weirder.
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daphneyoumustmakehaste · 8 months ago
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*Kingsley drafting a rude email to Mad-Eye from Tonks and accidentally sending it*
Tonks: why the woosh? Where did…where is the email? IT SENT?! Kingsley, make it come back!
Kingsley: I don’t know how to make it come back!
Tonks: now he’s gonna read it and he’s gonna think it’s from me!
Kingsley: well, technically it was from you! But come on, we have to go!
Tonks: it sent!?
Tonks:
Tonks: please come back :(
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labyrinthhofmymind · 2 months ago
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everyone talks about marlene, peter, and james being childhood bestfriends but mary and kingsley were most definitely childhood besties too! no one can tell me otherwise!
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the-al-chemist · 1 year ago
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On This Wild Night — Part Two
Notes: I’m not a natural writer of erotica. I’m just too British for it. Still, it’s good to challenge oneself. So, here’s my first go at taking on something of that nature. Apologies in advance if it’s below par.
A warning: this chapter contains sexual content, descriptions are moderately explicit, and the scene in question involves two enthusiastically consenting adults. There are also several references to character deaths that occur in canon.
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The house was empty. Artemis pulled Charlie inside, where the familiar surroundings of the Weasleys’ kitchen were quiet around them.
When she kissed him, he let go of her hand and brought both of his to her face, his thumbs resting on her cheeks and his fingers at her hairline. She kicked off her shoes, rested her bag down on the kitchen counter, and ran her palms up his chest until she reached his bow tie. Tugging slightly, she worked at the knot so that it came to hang loose around his neck.
Meanwhile, Charlie’s hands began to travel down her body. As they reached her waist, he manoeuvred her to the middle of the room. He pulled his wand out of his back pocket and placed it on the kitchen table so that he could lean back against it, and his fingers dug slightly into her hips as he pulled her towards him.
“How long do you think we have?” she whispered, fingers fiddling with the buttons at the collar of his shirt.
“Speeches are in fifteen minutes.”
“Won’t anyone come looking for us before then?”
“No,” was Charlie’s reply. Artemis could feel his words as much as she could hear them, softly murmured against her skin as he started to trail kisses down her neck to her collarbone.“I made up an excuse. They’ll leave us alone.”
“What did you tell them?” Artemis asked, her voice already breathy. Charlie paused, and pulled his lips away from her sternum to stare at her. “What?”
“We have all of fifteen minutes and you really want to know what rubbish I’ve spouted to keep everyone away? Does it matter?”
“No, you’re right. Waste of time. As you were.”
Charlie shook his head and chuckled, lowering his mouth to — as she could have predicted — Artemis’ breasts. She let out a small moan and brought her hands down to untuck his shirt from his trousers, using her fingers to gently trace the lines where the muscles of his lower abdomen ended above his hips. He pulled her even closer, and she smiled as she felt him stiffen against her for the second time that afternoon.
This time, though, Charlie was responding in kind. He released his hold on her hips to run his palms down her thighs and back up again, bunching up the material of her dress as he went. He moved almost tantalisingly slowly, so that by the time his calloused fingertips grazed the top of her thighs, she could feel her yearning for him like a knot in her core. He continued to tease her with gentle touches that moved closer and further away again as he kissed his way back up her neck to her earlobe.
“Well, we both know there’s nothing else in my way now,” he said wryly, and a moment later, his fingers were exploring the wetness between her legs. His lips moved back to hers, and she felt them curve into a smile as she sighed against them, her hips already gently bucking against his hand.
Determined even now not to let him get the better of her so easily, her hands found his belt. Her fumbling fingers made less light work of it than they would normally, but it wasn’t long before she was able to feel him through just his boxers. A few moments later, those were unbuttoned as well. She continued to work him, firmly massaging the length of his erection, feeling it twitch in her palm as his breath became ragged.
In response, Charlie upped the ante, drawing rough circles with his fingers before delving them into her, curving them to form a question mark. But just as she thought she had the answer, he moved his hand away entirely.
“Why did you stop?” she asked him.
“To do this,” said Charlie’s low voice. A second later, he had hoisted Artemis up, lifting her up from the ground with his hands under her bum.
Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist, and he carried her to the side of the room, resting her back against the wall.
“Smooth,” Artemis muttered. Charlie shrugged nonchalantly, but from the expression on his freckled face she could tell that he was feeling pretty pleased with himself. “How long have you been wanting to pull that move?”
“A while,” he replied, his proud-looking half-smile not slipping one bit. “This seemed like the right time for it.”
“Agreed. You know, I’ve always thought those muscles were wasted on dragons.”
“Definitely. Now, just hold still a second.”
“Why?”
“This bit’s a bit more fiddly, and I now feel like I need to keep up this smooth thing so I can carry on impressing you.”
“You always impress me.”
Charlie kissed her forehead, before concentrating on slowly lowering her down onto him. As he did, Artemis drew a deep shaky breath.
“That alright?” he asked.
“More than alright.”
Artemis kissed him. He returned the kiss, using his tongue to open her mouth and tenderly pushing a strand of hair back from her face. As the kiss began to deepen, she pulled away and looked him straight in the eye.
“Charlie. We’re on a tight schedule.”
“Oh, yeah. Forgot about that.”
He moved his hand from her face to the wall beside her head and started to thrust against her, into her, slow and deliberate. Her mouth found his again, and his teeth grazed her bottom lip. As he continued, Artemis buried one hand in his hair, and grasped at the fabric of the back of his shirt with the other, pulling him closer to her. She wanted him closer, needed him closer. As if he knew, Charlie’s movements became harder and heavier.
A moan escaped her lips and her back arched towards him, the crown of her head hitting the wall behind her loudly and painfully as she threw it back. Instinctively, Charlie moved his hand from the wall in an attempt to cushion the blow. The attempt was unsuccessful, but Artemis’ own hand took hold of it. Their fingers entangled together, and Charlie brought both up above her head as he moved faster still, each buck of his hips causing her breath to hitch.
It was quickly becoming too much for both of them. A heat started to rise in Artemis, burning its way through her until she could stand it no longer. She buried her face into Charlie’s shoulder as fireworks went off in her head, bursting in a myriad of colour and light that only she could see.
While the light behind her eyes was still fading, Charlie followed suit, his final thrust turning into a jerk as he also crashed and burned inside her. They clung to one another for a moment as they recovered, both still panting and trembling.
After one more clumsy kiss, Artemis was lifted up and lowered down so that her feet were on solid ground, her legs almost giving way as she bore weight on them. Charlie waited until she was standing steady before letting go of her and taking a step backwards.
“How’s your head?” he asked, doing his fly back up and tucking his shirt back into his waistband.
“Fine. Well, no. It hurts, but I don’t care. Worth it,” said Artemis. She smoothed down her dress and started trying to help him with his bow tie, not that she knew what she was doing on that front. “Good move, we should try that again some day.”
“I intend to. When you least expect it. It’s a stealth move, that one.”
“Sure. Are we late for the speeches?”
Charlie checked his watch above her head.
“We’ve actually got a minute left,” he said, looking and sounding pleasantly surprised. “Well done, us.”
He opened his palm and held it up to Artemis, who stopped struggling with his tie for a second to hi-five him. Looking back at the still-loose bow tie, she sighed, fetched Charlie’s wand from the table, and pointed it at the fabric around his neck. It immediately formed a passably neat bow.
She handed the wand to its rightful owner, and attempted to neaten up her hair using the window as a mirror, to little avail. Luckily, her hair had been messy before she even left the marquee.
“Will that do?” she asked Charlie, who stood behind her to assess the damage.
“Yes, it looks very pretty.” He wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss on her right shoulder. “Right. Speeches?”
“Speeches.”
Less dishevelled now, the two of them made their way back out through the garden, hand in hand, talking quietly. Suddenly, Charlie stopped dead in his tracks and let go of Artemis’ hand. She frowned at him.
“What?”
“Here,” he said, and after a quick glance around them, reached into his pocket. “You should probably take your knickers back.”
Artemis grinned and took her pants back from Charlie. She pulled out her wand, and with two quick movements, vanished and conjured them again, so that she was wearing them once more.
“I knew that would get your attention.”
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The champagne flutes floated around to top up the glasses once more as everyone sat back down at the end of Ron’s speech.
“I thought he did really well,” said Artemis, holding her glass aloft for one of the bottles to fill, “especially as he was obviously so nervous about it.”
Charlie eyed his youngest brother sceptically. “Was he?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you’d know. I just would have preferred it with a few less anecdotes.”
“I thought they were quite funny anecdotes.”
“Yeah, they were.” Charlie shrugged. “I just don’t think we all needed to know quite so much about the bloke who’s going to be shagging my little sister later.”
“I always thought people stopped having sex after they got married,” Artemis said, and on Charlie’s other side, Kingsley Shacklebolt let out a deep reverberating chuckle.
“The number of redheads in the room might suggest otherwise,” he laughed, leaning forward to make eye contact with Artemis, who grinned.
Charlie grimaced and shook his head, and Artemis nudged his shoulder with her forehead.
“Lighten up, Charlie,” she giggled. She raised her glass to her lips and added under her breath: “Hypocrite.”
Charlie pulled a face at her and put his own glass on the table so that he could poke her in the ribcage. He steeled himself for her retaliation, but didn’t need to. His father had stood up and was hitting his own champagne glass with a teaspoon.
The room fell quiet, and Arthur Weasley pointed his wand to his throat.
“Sonorus,” he said, and his voice became louder, as he introduced himself to the wedding guests. “Good afternoon, everyone. For those of you who don’t know, my name is Arthur, and I’m the father of Ginevra and Ron, along with several other red-headed young men, but they’re all less important today.”
“Oi!” a male voice heckled from a nearby table. Charlie smiled, recognising the voice as that of George.
“Today is all about Ginny — and Harry, of course, but we can talk about him later,” Arthur continued, all too used to being disrupted after over thirty years of fatherhood. “Now, most of you are probably aware that by the time Ginny came along, my lovely wife Molly and I were old hats as far as parenting is concerned, but there were still certain things that we were not prepared for.
“Firstly, up until then we’d only had boys. There’s nothing quite like the panic of a father taking your daughter out in public for the day and her telling you that she needs to go for a wee. Bill, you have this to look forward to,” he added, looking across to the table where Bill was sitting with Victoire on his lap. “Luckily, Ginny’s always been an independent sort of girl, so she had no problem walking off to go by herself, leaving me to worry about her and feel as if she were already growing up too fast. Not that she knew, of course. She wasn’t worried in the slightest. She was fearless.
“That’s the other thing that I wasn’t prepared for: Ginny herself. Anyone who has met our boys will know that Molly and I have a habit of raising children that are either too clever for their own good, too stubborn for their own good—”
“He means you,” whispered Artemis.
“No, he doesn’t,” Charlie whispered back.
“— or just too much trouble for their own good. Ginevra is all three of those things, and much more. It’s no wonder that she’s managed to achieve so much even at the young age she is now. Every day, she does something else that makes me get that same feeling as I did watching the back of her little head walk off that day, and to make me proud to call myself her father.
“The third and final thing that I was unprepared for when I became Ginny’s father, was just how much love I had for her. It’s the most incredible thing about parenthood: how, even if you’ve gone through the process six times before, you still are overwhelmed by the love you have for your children, and surprised by the fact that you even had that much love in you. It’s a very strange thing; you find that same impossible amount of love over and over and over again.” Arthur paused, and took a deep breath. Charlie wondered for a second if he was about to see his father cry, but then Arthur smiled. “And then, in what must be one of the cruelest tricks of nature, your children get older, and they start finding people that they love more than they love you.”
Next to her husband, Molly Weasley had started dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. Charlie watched as Ron’s fiancée nudged him with her elbow and jerked her head in the direction of their mother, and Ron reached over and patted her on the shoulder, somewhat awkwardly.
“It’s sad, at first,” Charlie’s father continued, “but not for long. Because, if they choose well, you end up digging even deeper into the endless caverns of your heart, and finding love for those people as well, for the simple reason that they love your child just as much as you do, and make them happier than you could ever wish to.
“Which brings us nicely on to Harry. I did say I’d be talking about him, as well. Now, all my children have done very well when it comes to choosing their partners, but Ginny managed to pick Harry out of the crowd at a very young age. I guess they don’t call him the Chosen One for nothing.”
There was a quiet titter of laughter across the room, and Harry Potter closed his eyes behind the round frames of his glasses and looked down at the table. His bride squeezed his forearm gently and whispered something into his ear that no one else could have heard. When she faced forward again, both bride and groom were stifling giggles. Charlie smiled. Ginny really did look happier than he’d ever seen her.
“Now, I’ve already mentioned that Ginny is too stubborn for her own good, much like a few other young people in this room,” said Arthur, with a knowing smile. He looked over in the direction of their table, and added, “Don’t worry, I won’t be naming any names, Charlie.”
The laughter that echoed through the room was louder that time. Artemis flashed him a knowing grin.
“Told you so,” she said. He gently batted her across the back of her head. He obviously hadn’t meant to hurt her, but she winced.
“Sorry. I’m sorry,” he whispered, realising that he’d just hit the exact part of her head that had hit the wall not long earlier. Artemis pursed her lips.
“Oh, you will be.”
“Anyway,” Arthur was saying, oblivious to their antics, “our Ginny being the stubborn girl that she is, I knew even then that it was only a matter of time before Harry chose her, too. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for us to accept him as one of our own all those years ago. Molly and I make no secret of the fact that we’ve always loved Harry like yet another son, and I’m so happy that today, we get to officially call him just that.
“I know that I’ve been rambling for some time, and Molly’s going into a state of shock that I’ve managed to talk for this long without even saying the word ‘Muggle’… Oh dear, now I’ve ruined it.” He grinned sheepishly, and for the third time, everyone laughed. “However, I cannot make a speech this afternoon without mentioning that even though today is one of the happiest of my life, there is a certain amount of sadness in this room, too.”
Charlie tensed involuntarily. Of course. It was always going to be a matter of time before someone mentioned the noticeable absence of his brother. He tried to swallow, but his throat had suddenly become too dry even for that.
“I don’t want to dwell on it too much,” his father said, with a sad smile, and eyes glistening with the threat of tears, “but there are so many people who sadly couldn’t be here today, and would have loved to have been.”
Arthur Weasley’s voice caught in his throat, and Charlie looked down at the table. He couldn’t bear to see his father cry. A small hand crept into his field of vision, and took hold of his. Charlie didn’t look up, but he squeezed Artemis’ hand gently, and didn’t let go of it.
“Fabian, Gideon, Albus, Alastor,” Arthur listed. “Frank and Alice, Pandora, Dobby, Cedric, Ted, Sirius, Remus and Dora—”
Charlie looked up now, trying to make eye contact with Artemis, but her eyes were straight ahead, fixed on the little pageboy in the seat opposite her, whose hair had now turned the same shade of red as all the Weasleys’. Her eyes were glazed and her face was blank. She was completely unreadable. Charlie squeezed her hand tighter.
“— and my own dear son, and Ginny’s beloved brother, Fred,” his father’s voice cracked again, but he recovered himself. Charlie’s knuckles were now white. “Last but not least, Harry’s parents, Lily and James, who I know would have been so proud to see what a fine young man they gave this world.
“We as a community and as a family may have lost so many people, but we carry them with us, always. But, like I said, I don’t want to dwell on that. Today is for the living, and I know we’ve done a lot of reminiscing in our speeches today — some of us a little too much reminiscing, maybe.” Arthur looked pointedly at his youngest son. “What I want to do now is look to the future. I can think we can all agree that it’s going to be a very bright one for these two. So, please, raise your glasses to my daughter and her husband.”
Several dozen chairs scraped the floor of the marquee as every single one of the wedding guests rose to their feet. Charlie picked up his champagne glass in his right hand. It felt strange to do so, but he knew that he couldn’t let go of Artemis’ hand to use his left. Not yet. He wasn’t ready. Judging by the fact that Artemis had neglected to pick up her glass at all, neither was she.
“To Harry and Ginny,” said Arthur, raising his glass.
His words echoed around the room, and everyone else lifted their glasses in the air. Charlie nudged Artemis with his elbow, and she seemed to wake up. She let go of his hand, picked up her glass, lifted it up and raised it, whispering the phrase, before hurriedly setting it back down without even drinking from it. Her hand took Charlie’s once more, and she offered him a very small smile, which he returned.
He had half-expected her to walk away as soon as the toast finished, for her default fight or flight response to kick in. But she didn’t. Instead, she stayed where she was: by his side, holding his hand, as if she knew that he just needed her to be there.
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braveclementine · 6 months ago
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Chapter 4
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Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (Please keep note of the warnings).
Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.
"How do I look?" Trang asked nervously. I was standing in front of the body length mirror, putting the careful finishing touches to my hair. I had done my best to make it shine with Moroccan oil and had put it up in curlers six hours before the wedding. Now, they were hanging down in luscious curls, all flowing down my back. 
My dress, I had designed myself through sketches and then had asked Madam Malkin if it was possible to make. I had chosen a dark green colour and I looked absolutely gorgeous in it. 
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I turned now, both to grab the pearl bobby pins for the finishing touch, and also to look at Trang. "You look gorgeous." I said sincerely. 
Her long frame was wrapped in a tight fitting, red dress, that look rather traditional from Vietnam. There was also intricated, gold designs sewed all over the dress, with a tight fitted collar. 
She had pulled her hair back into a simple ponytail, with some of it loose around her face. She had paired it with light makeup, besides the eyes which were dark and made them pop. She looked stunningly pretty. 
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"Oliver is going to have a field day." I continued, grinning. She blushed, looking down at the floor. 
"Is the cake done?" Trang asked, changing the subject as she came over, taking the pearl bobby pins to help me with my hair. I'd always been hopeless at this sort of thing. 
"Yes. I put the finishing touches to it today." You said with a bit of a smile. "I think it's a bit. . . different." 
"Oh? Did you make it chocolate icing instead of vanilla?" Trang smirked. 
"No, it's still a white cake and I still did roses." I answered. "But, well it is seven layers Trang. And so I did some not very traditional flavors for a couple of them. Like one is a softer sort of cake and its cookie dough flavored. And I might've baked some very small chocolate chip cookies to act as the leaves for the roses." 
"It sounds delicious." Trang hummed. "Who cares if its not traditional, I just want to eat the whole thing myself now. Thanks, I'll be salivating the entire time." 
"I'm sure Oliver can help you out." I jested and then yelped as she punched my arm. "Sorry!"
"Are we almost ready to go down?" Trang asked, her blush fading a little as she carefully finished the entire outfit off by adding some earrings. 
"We are," I joked, "But Remus is another story." 
I was waiting last minute to dress my baby boy up in his little tux since I knew he probably wasn't going to like the long sleeves in the beginnings of simmering August. But they were the only kind out there and I wanted him to look smart. I was going to take pictures of him and find a way to get them to Severus. 
I hated that Severus was missing out on his sons 'firsts'. He hadn't spoken yet though, so maybe he would hold off on that until I went back to Hogwarts. 
Remus was a little cranky as I picked him up from his crib. He was pouting, though he wasn't crying yet. He was whimpering in displeasure though. I decided to breast feed him and change his diaper. 
I dressed him up in his smart suit, making sure the bow tie was straight. He had quieted down a little and I smiled. I wondered if it was okay if I let him lick some icing off of my finger. I would ask Mrs. Weasley. It was made of milk but it was also sweet. 
Trang and I walked down the stairs to find that the most everyone was outside. 
The first people I saw were Fred and George, standing with Ron and another red headed boy who was Harry in disguise. They were holding seating plans that they were using to help other people to their seats. 
I saw Fred dart forwards to seat a group of Veela cousins. I smiled a little, knowing that years ago my jealousy would've spiked through the roof. Now, I was just hoping that he had a good time. 
"Do you see Oliver?" Trang's voice was breathless. It would be the first time in seeing him in a while. I knew that she was nervous. I had never seen her show interest to a boy before so I knew this was a big deal for her. 
I scanned the crowd, but didn't see the Quidditch player anywhere. 
"No. But it's still early. It's still just mostly the family here." I said in comfort. If I was right about Oliver, he was rather serious about Trang. He would be here. 
I did see Tonks and Dad approach Harry- or the boy that was Harry. Tonks spoke to Harry but Dad looked miserable and I frowned. 
I knew I could've interfered. Told dad that the baby wasn't going to end up like him. But I also knew that Harry needed to be the one to put him in his place. It was necessary to the future. 
"Trang!" A voice behind the two of us said. I didn't turn around right away because Oliver sounded like a strangled chicken and I really didn't want to laugh in his face. 
After a second, I turned to see that the both of them were blushing crazily, holding hands and talking in soft tones. Oliver did look over and he smiled a little easier, "Hello Elizabeth. How are you?" 
"Good, thanks." I smiled, though it was mostly a lie. "How are you? And Quidditch?" 
"Oh it's been great!" Oliver relaxed completely, and smiled hugely at Trang. "I was actually just telling Trang that we've got a new Captain. I think we're going to make it at the top this year." 
"Well, you are a superb Keeper." I said with an easy smile. "Anyways, Trang. I'll see the two of you inside. I'm going to say hi to dad." 
I quickly left them by themselves and approached the tent as Hermione had just joined Ron and Harry. 
". . . personally, she's rude to everyone." Ron was saying to Hermione. 
"Talking about Muriel?" George asked as he and Fred exited the tent now. "Yeah, she's just told me my ears are lopsided." I giggled hard. "Old bat. I wish old Uncle Bilius was still with us, though; he was a right laugh at weddings." 
"Wasn't he the one who saw a Grim and died twenty-four hours later?" Hermione asked. 
"Well, yeah, he went a bit odd toward the end." George admitted. 
"But before he went loopy he was the life and soul of the party. He used to down an entire bottle of firewhiskey, then run onto the dance floor, hoist up his robes, and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his-" 
Harry roared with laughter and I smiled a little. 
"Yes, he sounds a real charmer." Hermione said dryly while Ron added, "Never married, for some reason." 
"You amaze me." 
We were all laughing until a new, thickly accented voice said, "you look vunderful." 
"Viktor!" Hermione shrieked, dropping her bag, which she scrambled to pick up while blushing. "I didn't know you were- goodness- it's lovely to see- how are you?" 
I smirked. 
"How come you're here?" Ron demanded. 
"Ron!" I scolded while Krum replied, "Fleur invited me." 
Harry shook his hand and then Krum turned to me and smiled. "Hello Elizabeth." 
We hugged tightly and I offered to show him to his seat since we were sitting near each other. 
"He is very cute." Krum offered, motioning to my baby. 
"Thank you." I smiled a little. 
Krum and I had kept in contact with each other ever since he'd left school in the fourth year. I felt that I knew him as much as I did with the Weasleys or Hermione or Harry. We kept up a steady stream of chatter until I told him I had to get to my seat. 
I settled down next to Trang who was gaping at me. "You know Viktor Krum?" 
"Oh." I blinked. "Did I forget to mention that we're penpals of like three years?" 
"Yes!" Trang nearly shrieked. "He's a famous Quidditch player!" 
"I'm a famous Quidditch player." I heard Oliver mutter quietly to himself which made Trang giggle and then drop the conversation. 
Harry, Ron, Fred, and George settled around us as well. Harry next to me and Fred and George in front of us. 
Bill and Charlie stood at the front- Charlie being Bills' best man. Both of them were wearing dress robes with white roses in their buttonholes. They both looked extremely handsome and Fred wolf-whistled, which encouraged the veela cousins to giggle. 
The crowd fell silent as music swelled from what seemed to be the golden balloons that decorated the marquee. 
I heard Hermione gasp and I turned to see that Monsieur Delacour and Fleur were walking down the aisle. Well, actually, Fleur seemed to be almost gliding. The dress was actually very simple. But that seemed to work for her best, as she seemed to be almost glowing, the way I imagined elves did in the Lord of the Rings with their long blond hair. 
Ginny and Gabrielle were wearing dresses of gold, Fleur's light seemed to envelope them to make them shine as well. As Fleur reached Bill, his werewolf scars seemed to almost disappear. 
"Ladies and gentlemen. We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls-" 
"Yes, my tiara sets off the whole thing nicely. But I must say, Ginevra's dress is far too low cut." Aunt Muriel's' voice carried from the front row so that I couldn't hear the squeaky wizard that was performing Bill and Fleur's wedding. 
Ginny, hearing her proper name, glanced around and winked at someone- probably Harry. 
"Do you, William Arthur, take Fleur Isabelle to be your lawfully married wife?" 
"I do." 
Mrs. Weasley and Madame Delacour were sobbing into scraps of lace in the front row. I could hear Hagrid blowing his nose from the back of the tent, sounding a bit like an elephant. Trang had her hands pressed to her mouth, tears in her eyes while Oliver put an arm around her shoulder. Hermione too, had tears in her eyes. Meanwhile, I fought the urge to starting laughing. 
"Do you, Fleur Isabelle, take William Arthur to be your lawfully married husband?" 
"I do." 
"Then I declare you bonded for life." The wizard waved his wand high over the heads of Bill and Fleur and a shower of silver stars fell upon them, spiraling around their now entwined figure as they kissed. Fred and George led a round of applause, the golden balloons bursting open so that birds of paradise and tiny golden bells flew and floated out of them, adding their songs and chimes to the din of hands clapping together. 
"Ladies and gentlemen! If you would please stand up!" 
I stood quickly, starting to rock Remus a little. The loud noises of the cheers and claps along with the explosion of the bells had woken him from his sleep and he was starting to fuss. 
The wand was waved again. The seats we had been sitting on rose gracefully into the air as the canvas walls of the marquee vanished, so that they stood beneath a canopy supported by golden poles, with a glorious view of the sunlit orchard and surrounding countryside. Next, a pool of molten gold spread from the center of the tent to form a gleaming dance floor; the hovering chairs grouped themselves around small, white-clothed tables, which all floated gracefully back to earth around it, and the golden-jacketed band trooped toward a podium. 
"Smooth." Ron said on the other side of Harry. 
"We should go and congratulate them!" Hermione declared. 
I stood up and moved away to see that Tonks and Dad had taken a table. Tonks was beaming but dad seemed to have a storm cloud over his head. He did brighten a little upon seeing me. 
"Oh! You look gorgeous!" Tonks declared, hopping up, pulling me into a hug. 
"Thank you." I said, hugging her back tightly. "As do you." 
She was wearing dress robes of a pale pink colour. Her hair was blond and she looked gorgeous. 
"Elizabeth." 
I turned to see Charlie there, grinning, "Do want to dance?" 
"Oh!" I said in surprise. "Sure." 
"I'll take this little guy." Tonks said happily, pulling Remus out of my arms, cuddling him close. I smiled and then took Charlies' hand, letting him lead me onto the dance floor. 
We spun around on the dance floor and I managed to forget most of my worries. I still had months before I would lose the people closest to me. And with Fawkes, I now had plans in the marking to save their lives. All of them. 
Charlie and I danced through several different songs. I was half afraid that with the romantic atmosphere, he would try breaching the conversation of the two of us. It wasn't exactly a secret he liked me at this point and Mrs. Weasley had been rather encouraging of it. But I think he also knew that I wouldn't accept him and he was happy enough to simply have this. 
Lee wanted to cut in after though, so I smiled at Charlie and went dancing with Lee. After two songs, Bill stepped in and danced with me while Charlie danced with Fleur. 
"He's very interested in you, you know." Bill said suddenly, eyes flickering to Charlie. 
"I know." I said softly. I guessed I was slightly wrong. He was just going to have his brother broach the conversation. "But I can't." 
"I know." Bill said. "Your heart belongs to someone else." 
"Yes. As stupid as it sounds." I smiled a little. 
"No, it's not stupid." Bill said seriously. His blue eyes suddenly made me wary. They reminded me of Dumbledore's in a way, like they were looking through me to my very soul. "I may not have like Snape and Snape never liked any of us. But he had a soft spot for you and, well, he loves you Elizabeth. Regardless of his path he has chosen." 
"Don't get to wise on me Bill." I joked to cover up my anxiety and feelings. "I still prefer being the wisest person you know." 
Bill chuckled, letting the conversation die out thankfully. But it still left me unsettled as I went and took Remus back from Tonks. 
He had fallen asleep contentedly and I sat down in one of the chairs to rest. I kicked off the thin stilettos heels that I had been wearing the entire time. They were killing my feet- but I hadn't expected to dance. 
Viktor was in a terrible mood, eyeing Lunas' father with an extreme dislike. I knew what Krum though the small triangular sign on his chest stood for. But I also knew what Lunas' father thought it stood for. 
Fred and George both wanted to take me for a spin on the dance floor, though they later sneaked off with some veela cousins after releasing me. I didn't mind. I was more preoccupied with letting Fred have as much fun as possible. 
The red headed Harry was sitting at another table with Elphias Doge and Aunt Muriel. They seemed to be in a great argument while Harry seemed rather stunned and uncomfortable. I knew what the conversation was there and I had no ambition to join it. 
Trang and Oliver seemed to have disappeared and I had my suspicions of where they'd disappeared off to. I had told Trang there would be problems later and she'd probably 'snuck off' with Oliver to keep him safe. 
I figured I might as well do the same. 
I got to my feet now, ready to head back to the Burrow. I wasn't sure where I would go, but I knew I had to go underground before I went back to Hogwarts. 
As though my actions and thoughts prompted instant reaction, a glowing, silver Lynx patronus gracefully landed lightly in the middle of the dancers. Everyones' heads turned towards it and I stiffened. 
My eyes immediately found Harry. It was a little early for this, Hermione had not yet reached him either. 
I pushed aside my own safety, being the only person moving as I ran towards the red-headed disguise. 
"The Ministry has fallen." Kingsley's slow, deep voice emitted from the Patronus. "Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming." 
I grabbed Harry's shoulder. "Time to go Harry." 
Harry let me drag him by the hand while he fumbled, drawing his wand. Hermione was with us in seconds, her wand already drawn as well. 
"Ron!" Hermione screamed as someone else screamed and then the crowd was panicking, scattering like cockroaches under a light. "Ron, where are you?" 
Masked figures apparated around the tent. I drew my wand, switching Remus into my other wand. I saw Tonks and Dad raising their wands. I only heard Dad's confident voice shout, "Protego!" 
Harry and Hermione got separated from me in the chaos. I was using the tall figures of the other people around me to hide. I needed to get away from here. Remus was starting to cry and Death Eaters heads' swiveled towards the sound. 
Shit. They knew about Remus. 
"ELIZABETH!" That was dads' voice shouting above the crowd. Trying to find me. I slipped towards him, before there was someone blocking me. 
Hagrid grabbed my arm, dragging me away from the crowd towards my father. Spells bounced off his back as they usually did and I fired back as I ran with him. 
"Elizabeth!" Dad's voice was relieved and he nearly shoved me towards Trang. "Take her to your parents house! Now!" 
Tonks grabbed my arm and we disapparated on the spot. 
I blinked, feeling slightly disoriented. Tonks was gone again in seconds, possibly back to The Burrow. 
I stumbled up the stairs and knocked on the door. 
Andromeda opened the door. "Elizabeth?" 
"The Ministry has fallen." I repeated Kingsley's words as I hurried into the house, putting Remus down in the crib. I needed to grab something- all of my preparations were still at the Burrow. "They attacked the Burrow. All of the houses have lost their protection. I have to-" 
The sounds of several people apparating sounded outside and all three of us turned silently towards the door. Pounding at the door proved that it was not someone friendly. 
Andromeda opened the door with a flick of her wand while I pushed the crib into the room slightly so that it was hidden. 
I didn't recognize any of the Death Eaters as they entered the house. I could only hope that meant none of them knew who I was too. 
The next few minutes seemed to pass in some sort of hazy blur as I was half stuck in reality, half stuck in my visions. I remember that the others were screaming under the use of the Cruciatus Curse. I remember that I too was put under the curse. 
I remember that they asked about Harry and the flight. Things became a little clearer after that. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were safe. I hoped Hermione had read the letter I left her about how she shouldn't use Voldemort's name since it was taboo. 
I focused on them. I was on my knees, my body radiating in pain. I was stupidly aware of my dress and how I was afraid that it was going to tear. 
"Well?" The Death Eater demanded, turning the wand back on Ted. Meanwhile, one of the Death Eaters had found Remus and had him in his arms. The Death Eater smirked viciously, turning the wand on Remus. 
"I wasn't there!" I blurted out. "None of us were. I was just in charge of getting Mad- Eye Moody's body back. That was it! I wasn't with Harry! I don't know where he is!" 
Lie, after lie, after lie. But Remus was the only thing I really had left of Severus. And he was the person I cared about more than myself. I couldn't bear the thought of my son even getting a paper cut or a small bruise on his knee. Torture? It would kill me. 
"Please." I sobbed, holding my arms out for my baby. 
Remus wasn't given back to me, but handed over to Andromeda who quickly sheltered my little boy. 
"Take her." The Death Eater snarled. 
I knew that if I fought, they would become more suspicious. Right now, none of them seemed to know that I was Elizabeth Kane. I couldn't risk Remus. 
I struggled a little, making sure that my wand fell onto the floor and then I kicked it under the couch. I had had that wand for so many years, I wasn't going to let it get snapped. 
I struggled a little more once we were actually out of the house and as I heard the sounds of more apparition, wanting to see who was here now. 
"ELIZABETH!" Dad's voice bellowed in the air and with a gut wrenching swirl, my eyes met his, before I disappeared. 
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incorrecttonks · 2 years ago
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Kingsley, serving lemonade: It’s sugar free and low calorie!
Tonks: Well then, I’m not drinking it.
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dspd · 5 months ago
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I picked up a fic rec from TikTok that I thought was mostly about Regulus & Sirius if Regulus hadn't died and now I'm fully committed to the Kingsley/Regulus ship
Also IDK if it's already out there but I hc that at some point Kingsley's family name was Yeboah or Ozigbodi, or Dzifa and something *cough cough British imperialism* happened wherein an ancestor lost their surname. So, when the next ancestor was able, they chose a name no one would be able to forget. One that symbolized their pride for surviving while shoving it in the colonizers' faces the way you would rub a puppies nose in a pee spot while saying no and bad, such as Kyen. However, translation spells weren't what they are today and in the early 1900's, the spell translated it poorly. Hence, Shacklebolt.
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poetryandbloods-blog · 9 months ago
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Kingsley (1955 - )
Rowena (1965 - )
Kingsley was a perfect Slytherin, where he stood out with the best qualities in the house. He will be remembered as one of Britain's finest ministers, witch. My headcanon is that his son will become one of the youngest prime ministers in history, becoming as well-known as he is.
He married Rowena Jones and they had two children.
Rowena was Hestia Jones's sister and a mediwitch experience.
* Despite my short time in books, I always liked their analytical nature.
** I never understood why in a world where the founders of Hogwarts are so referenced, no one bears their names.
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thebean394 · 1 year ago
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Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Percy Weasley & Luna Lovegood, Percy Weasley & Other(s), Penelope Clearwater & Percy Weasley Characters: Percy Weasley, Penelope Clearwater, Luna Lovegood, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Roger Davies, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Garrick Ollivander, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Marcus Flint Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Family Drama, Family Feels, POV Second Person, Reconciliation, Fixing Azkaban, Redemption, Political Revolution, meaningful scars, Percy Weasley-centric Summary:
You are not courageous. Your dreams have always been the bravest parts of you.
[Percy Weasley, post-war, pre-reconciliation. The world is broken and he knows it better than most, but Percy's also broken as well. Fixing one might just mean fixing both.]
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sitp-recs · 1 month ago
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hello <3 love your recs and i always look forward to discovering tropes i never knew i liked from this blog. don't know if this has been done before (probably, it's a common enough trope methinks), but anything for draco falling first and harry falling harder? preferably from draco's pov since i loveeeee when the oblivious narrator gets confronted with just how ardently they're wanted.
Hi anon! Sure, here are some recs for you :)
Touch Me Fall by @lqtraintracks (E, 23k)
Malfoy was such a ponce. And he was a complete snob. And he was so fucking fit Harry wanted to jump him where he sat. It would be too easy to forget his objective tonight: to really, really, really get Malfoy out of his system.
Welcome to the Broom Closet by incapricious (E, 23k)
Harry thinks he knows how his life will go: Become an Auror. Marry Ginny. Have a family. But then he sees an advertisement in the paper that no one else can see, and his life is turned upside-down. The Broom Closet: you can be anyone you want while you're there, but you won't remember it in the morning.
Waiting By An Open Door by Femme, noeon (E, 29k)
Draco starts following Potterwatch secretly during the War. He wishes Potter would come save him too. But that sort of thing only happens in fairy tales, and Malfoys don't get fairy tale endings, do they?
Open For Repairs by FeelsForBreakfast (M, 35k)
After the war, Draco works at a tv repair shop and Harry breaks things.
Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (M, 49k)
Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"
In the Shadow of Your Heart by @lqtraintracks (E, 52k)
And thus began the very strange circumstance of their fake dating in public and real fucking in absolute secret. It was, with no comparison, the weirdest relationship Draco had ever been in – which was to say, it wasn't one.
The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered (E, 54k)
Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.
You open always (petal by petal) by birdsofshore (E, 65k)
Harry’s not the kind of person who pays for sex. He really isn’t. Until he is.
We Are Young (I'll Carry You Home Tonight) by Femme (E, 68k)
Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement--and financial gain--of their circle of friends. But when Harry agrees to work with Draco to put Kingsley Shacklebolt into the Minister's office, they can't work side-by-side again every day and sleep together; that would be courting disaster. Wouldn't it?
All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound (E, 149k)
Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.
The Star Splitter by oflights (E, 219k) - Harry falls first and harder, but I think you’ll enjoy Draco’s pov
On a routine time travel assignment to the past, Draco stumbles upon 7-year-old Harry Potter and witnesses his neglect and mistreatment by the Dursleys. In the moment, there is only one solution, even if it goes against all his training as a Time Agent: he has to bring Harry back to the future with him.
A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (E, 234k)
Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along.
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Welcome to the very first chapter of my fic "Hermione Granger and the Petulant Poltergeist." If you found the 1995 movie 'Casper' to be the height of romance as a child, then this is the fic for you. There will be ups and downs for our favourite duo, but you're in safe hands <3 I really hope you'll join me on this adventure. Slide description:
"Dear Miss Granger,On behalf of the Ministry of Magic, we would like to offer the Malfoy Manor Estate as not only reparations for the personal toll the war had on you and your family, but as a thank you for your efforts saving the wizarding world from certain ruin. Please find attached a copy of the deed and title. Yours Sincerely, Kingsley Shacklebolt. Hermione looked nervously up from the paper in her hand and mouthed "Oh my," as her eyes travelled up the stone path, to the foreboding manor before her.
The gates of Malfoy Manor creaked open in recognition of their new owner. Hermione swallowed and made her way down the stone path, her suitcase and Crookshanks trailing behind her.
Standing in the foyer, she stared in awe at the magnificent crystal chandelier directly above her. The portraits looked down at her and Crookshanks with distain, though they didn't utter a word.
Treading quietly across the marble tile, she made her way up a spiral staircase, all the while looking around in awe at the lavish manor. Crookshanks followed a few paces behind.
She alighted at the first landing and wandered down the wide hall, the eyes of portraits followed her in silent disapproval.
As she passed an archway, a flash of something silver caught her eye, she turned and gasped when she saw what- who, rather, it was.
The spectral form of Draco Malfoy glowered at her from across the room, his elbow resting on the mantle of a fireplace. "Granger." He said. "What do you think you're doing here?"
In complete shock she uttered "Malfoy, you're a-a ghost."
He pushed off from the mantle, his steps made no sound as he crossed the carpet to stand over her. "Way to point out the obvious, Granger." He said icily. "You have no business being here. This is my father's residence."
His eyes lingered on hers, before he twisted away. "Leave." He demanded, his back to her. "Please Malfoy." Hermione said, the smallness of her voice magnified by the vast empty room. "I have nowhere else to go."
Malfoy spun to face her. "That's hardly my concern." He sneered.
Finding her courage she met his combative glare with a severe one of her own. "Well you can't make me leave." She said simply, realising he was in fact a ghost and therefor couldn't lay a finger on her. Malfoy grit is teeth and said. "we'll see about that."
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hxuse-xf-black · 2 years ago
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Tonks, after having done something weird: Aren't you going to ask? Kingsley: What is this, my first day?
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hollowed-theory-hall · 2 months ago
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Character Analysis
I want to reorganize my pinned post a little, so this is one of the masterposts I'll be posting to link at the top of my blog and continuously edit.
Harry James Potter:
Harry Potter is Actually Really Clever
Should Harry have been in Slytherin?
Harry failing himself by overthinking
Harry was never really Dumbledore's man
Harry can be scary when he wants to
Harry is willing to kill when he deems it necessary
How much Harry trusts Sirius
DH reread: Harry, Home, and Godric's Hollow
DH reread: Harry, his wand, and the connection to Voldemort
Harry: fight or flight? Both
Harry, his trauma and PTSD
Harry and what it means to be good (and a little addition)
Harry & Grief
Harry's Intuition
Harry's Magic:
Harry Potter is Really Magically Powerful
Harry's unique outlook on magic (more of that)
How Harry feels the Killing Curse
Harry's Appearance:
Harry's height situation
Harry's facial features
Harry's height situation: the sequel
Harry's abuse:
Harry & his abuse
How bad were the Durleys actually?
More details & headcanons about Harry's life at the Dursleys
Harry's Romantic Misadventures:
Harry Potter is Probably Gay and Here's Why
Why I don't think Harry actually likes Ginny
What was going on with Cho Chang
Harry & Realising He's Gay
HJP Headcanons:
Harry James Potter Headcanons
What would Harry's Animagus form be?
Harry & Neurodivergence
The Rest of the Golden Trio:
Some rumbling about Hermione's character
Hermione's and Ron's Animagus forms
Ron Weasley's Mean Streak
Romione Thoughts
Hermione and her parents
Tom Riddle/Voldemort:
The Riddle of Tom Riddle:
The Death Tool of Voldemort's Wars
Voldemort Isn't Insane, At Least, Not in the Way You Think
Wool's Orphanage
Home Sweet Hogwarts
After Graduation
The Rise and Fall of Lord Voldemort (the first time)
The Rise and Fall of Lord Voldemort (the second coming)
Other Tom riddle/Voldemort Meta:
Voldemort and Harry's Horcrux
What would Tom Riddle's Hypothetical Patronus be?
Tom Riddle's Hogwarts Timeline
Tom Riddle and a Potential Redemption
Thoughts on Tommary/Harrymort
Regarding Voldemort's Sexuality
Tom Riddle is very Gryffindor for the Heir of Slytherin
Tom Riddle and his obsession with wands
Why Voldemort didn't kill many muggles
Various Voldemort ships and my opinions on them
Mauraders Era:
General Marauders + Snape Opinions
Sirius Black:
Sirius Black was a good godfather to Harry
I don't think Sirius saw Harry as a James stand-in
Harry and Sirius' dynamic
Sirius' Animagus form actually is the Grim
Sirius and Dumbledore's Dynamic
Barty Crouch Jr:
Justice for Barty Crouch Jr: Part 1/2
Justice for Barty Crouch Jr: Part 2/2
Severus Snape:
Snape, his abuse, and his dynamic with Lily
Snape and his treatment of his students + abuse in the Wizarding World
Thoughts on Snarry & Severitus
Regulus Arcturus Black: Character Overview
Lily Potter:
Sev, Lily and Petunia
Evans Sisters & Black Brothers Parallars
James Potter: Character Overview
Remus Lupin: Remus & Harry's dynamic
Black Sisters: General thoughts
Other:
Theodore Nott:
Character overview & Nottpott
Some other Headcanons
Luna Lovegood:
Character overview
Pandora Lovegood and her death
Why I don't like Linny
Neville Longbottom:
Harry & Neville's Friendship + Being a True Gryffindor
Draco Malfoy:
Some Draco and Drarry thoughts
About Dramione
Blaise Zabini: General thoughts
Weasley Family Dynamics:
The Weasleys Aren't Great Parents
Ginny and Quidditch
Is Ginny a pick-me girl? Yeah, kinda
General thoughts on Ginny's character
Thoughts on Linny
General Weasley family thoughts
Albus Dumbledore:
Did Dumbledore care for Harry?
How powerful was he?
Dumbledore, Tom Riddle, and what makes a psychopath
The Dursleys:
My thoughts on the Horcrux made them evil theory
Harry & Dudley's Dynamic
Kingsley Shacklebolt: General thoughts
Misc:
Top characters I think have textual evidence for being not straight (other than Harry)
Assigning magical jobs to various characters
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avkizi · 3 months ago
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MARAUDERS ERA DR INTRO !!
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||*.name: venus mayumi
||*.nicknames: rings, vee
||*.birthday: 06/04 (11)
||*.pronouns: she/her
||*.occupation: student @ hogwarts
||*.ethnicity: filipino/japanese/german
||*.blood status: half-blood
APPEARENCE + MOODBOARD
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⋆.˚ lil blurb: i have vitiligo, which affects my eye, skin in some smaller patches, and the front bits of my hair, making them lighter ⋆.˚
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||*.house: gryffindor
||*.friends: marauders & valkyries, + regulus black (♡), dorcas meadows, pandora rosier, kingsley shacklebolt, & emmeline vance (civil w/ the skittles/emeralds bc of reg)
||*.animagus form: raccoon
||*.personality/social life: lowkey a little loud, def more similar to james & sirius than remus & peter, but i actually know when to shut tf up, and i'm generally well-liked. there isn't as much hatred of other houses, and a lot of the death eater/pureblood stuff is way less prevelant, so friendly rivalries are common, but no all-out hatred. me n sirius are beaters for the gryffindor quidditch team (i'm also lowkey ripped asf hehehe), but i end up having to drop out mid fifth year from an injury, so me n lily end up commentating (lmao).
||*.hobbies:
muggle volleyball thrifting, crocheting, embroidery, & sewing singing + playing electric guitar jewlery making rock, fossil, and bone collecting/foraging parkour roller skating quidditch
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||* uniforms arent as strictly enforced, fridays, weekends, and non-school days like holidays you can wear regular clothes undr your robes, accessories are always allowed (jewelry, belts, hair shit, etc.)
||* there are a bunch of extra curriculars available like different clubs, etc. and theyre lowkey super fun theres like baking club, art club, care of magical creatures, its so sick.
||* they do so many fancy events theres a halloween masquerade ball, easter ball, valentines day dance, autumn/spring equinox events, etc. also the triwizard tournament didn't get banned and there was one in my fourth year bc i said so
||* it's genrally recognized that students within the same house arent all the same sow hile friendly competition is encouraged, it's also common for students to have friends from other houses, and ppl are allowed in other house's dorms & common rooms if they're invited
||* there is a bioluminescent cave pool under the castle and its so fun to hang out in oh my god its not cold or anything its just soso cool
||*voldemorts downfall happens the year after we graduate (aka the order destroys all the horcruxes), and nobody i know well dies so none of the betrayal happens, but regulus does end up taking the mark but dosen't believe in all that shit & works as a spy (snape could NEVER) for the order, and still destroys the horcrux but survives and fully leaves his family (suck it walburga and orion)
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has three pets, two cats and an owl, whos names are mocha, shinya, & ghost, (the cats r technially communal between me n the valkyries bc they live in the dorms w us, but idc)
bands/music artists and slang r all the same as they are now, but technology etc is all 70s (w/o the homophobia racism etc)
i shift in the day before i get my hogwarts letter
sirius and reg are irish twins so while reg is still younger hes in our year (along w the rest of the skittles/emeralds its for simplicity)
there is a creek/river system in the forest and its so cool to hangout near theres like fossils and bones and cool rocks and shit EVERYWHERE i love it
the lake is swimmable (unless you can't swim cough cough regulus black) and its super fun theres a dock and floating platforms and stuff its amazing when its hot out
the dr follows kind of an atyd type timeline of events w exceptions
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that's all pretty much!!! thats a long one lmao sorry abt that but also if y'all knw any younger raspier british fem voiceclaims pls tell me im in the trenches rn trying to find a british vc that dosent sound like shes in bridgerton lmao ok byeeee love u
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