#weasleys adopting harry

[simsim54]

ron: are you crying? harry: *holding a knitted sweater with a big "H" made by molly* no. harry: harry: well maybe a little, yeah

[greenerteacups]

thoughts on Ginny and Harry as a couple?

There are a lot of people who find their romance in HBP forced. I don't think it's forced so much as underwritten, and the books don't get the chemistry quite right (though the movies certainly don't, either). There's potential, but they just don't get enough actual scenes of substance (besides Harry thinking she's pretty or feeling jealous of Dean) for a lot of readers to buy that they're not only in love, but deeply enough in love to break up, get back together, and wind up married.

That's not to say I don't see the appeal. There's a very cool scene in Book 5 where Harry's doing a woe-is-me-Chosen-One act, and Ginny effortlessly puts him in his place about it by reminding him that she was possessed by Voldemort at eleven, which is a rare glimpse into her character and also a great synecdoche for their relationship — Ginny is a grounding presence who, like Ron and Hermione, isn't going to be awed by his past adventures because she knew him before they happened. In that respect, Ginny's probably one of the few women Harry could feasibly wind up with, because he only ever seems comfortable around people (let alone girls) who can see past the Chosen-One schtick and treat him like a normo (see: Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys, Luna, Hagrid). True to type, he doesn't get interested in Ginny at all until she's ditched her celebrity crush and ceased to view him as an idol, because in his heart of hearts, Harry wants to be a normal boy, and it's stressed over and over that part of what he likes about his relationship with Ginny is how normal it feels. He kind of has a horribly supercharged version the celebrity dating problem: after the Battle of Hogwarts, anyone he meets is going to know him first as Harry Potter, Chosen One, Boy Who Lived, and Actually Fucking Resurrected Messiah of the Wizarding World, which is... I mean, it's possible that there are witches out there who could get over that, but Harry's not an extroverted guy, and I'm not sure how he'd go about finding them. Ginny's the one who's been there since the beginning, doesn't need anything about him or his past explained to her, and actually likes him for who he is.

When you look at it that way, it's not surprising he married his high school girlfriend. She's one of the few people still alive who doesn't see him as a demigod.

[selfish-thunder]

I’ve got another idea.

Okay, so I love those fics that have Harry trying to use his Parselmouth on either (or both) the basilisk and the dragon in the first task of the Triwizard Tournament, with varying degrees of success. And a lot of the time, talking to the dragon kinda works, right? Like, it’s not direct communication, more like two people who are just above beginner’s level in learning the other’s language, and both languages are derivative of another one, so even if they don’t fully understand they can kinda piece together what the other is saying?

So, let’s say it’s like that. And of course, dragons aren’t born like squishy humans who take forever to learn to even roll over; they immediately start walking, flapping their wings, and hiccupping sparks, right?

AU

FIRST YEAR Harry, of course, doesn’t realize yet that he’s a Parselmouth–he doesn’t even know what Parseltongue is and just assumed being able to talk to that snake in the zoo was just a wizard thing.

So, they’re in Hagrid’s hut, Norbert(a) is born, and Harry hears something that sounds an awful lot like, “Food? Hungry? Momma?” or whatever a newborn dragon would try to communicate.

Harry tries to tell Hagrid he thinks the dragon is hungry, he might want to feed it, but the others are confused because it sounds to them like Harry is hiss-cooing or something to the dragon. (Hagrid thinks it’s adorable.) But anyway, however it comes about, it becomes obvious in the time between the dragon being born and Charlie’s friends coming to get them, that Harry can, in fact, understand the dragon and speak to it.

It’s not perfect, but he’s able to communicate to the dragon not to set something on fire or that they need to try to eat the rats as they’re being weaned off the whiskey/blood mix thing. No one thinks it’s a perk of Parseltongue because hello, he’s talking to a dragon, and isn’t this incredible? It must be some kind of ancient inheritance thing.

So, when they write to Charlie, they naturally have to ask him if he’s ever heard anything like that, so instead of just coming to collect the dragon, Charlie comes, too, and they witness this incredible thing. (So does Draco, in the shadows, of course.)

Charlie is super excited and reaches out to every expert he can, and he convinces McG to let him bring Harry out to a dragon range to be evaluated, and they try to keep this new, rare ability under wraps, but some of the assessors blab, and Draco wrote to complain to his father who goes on his own investigation, etc. At any rate, it becomes A Thing.

While Dumbledore steps in to ensure Harry goes back to the Dursleys, the obsessed dragon crowd refuse to be refused outright and secures Harry a camp-like thing at a dragon resort (because they think it’s clearly Harry’s destiny to become, like, the Ultimate Dragon Trainer, and Harry thinks dragons are cool and likes the sound of getting away from the Dursleys for a few weeks).

Their letters don’t get through that summer, though, and Charlie hears from his brothers that they haven’t heard from Harry either, so it’s Charlie who goes to check on him and finds him locked up with bars on his windows. Unlike Ron, Fred, and Geroge, Charlie is a grown-ass adult with his own connections now, which go beyond Dumbledore’ reach because the wealthy dragon resort that’s so interested in Harry is in a goddamn different country with a whole different magical government, and also, ain’t nobody wants to get on the bad side of a self-sufficient DRAGON RESORT that has a ton of dragons that aren’t just roaming their countryside thanks to them.

So, a new arrangement is made. Harry will return to the Dursleys, under strict Romania supervision (I imagine it's some seasoned, scary-looking dragon tamer who demands to stay in the house with them, taking over the guest room, like… ahhhh chef’s kiss) just long enough to satisfy the protection spell, but for the rest of the summer, Harry stays at the resort. Charlie becomes his unofficial guardian, kinda, and: enter, a bunch of OC dragon tamers who are awesome and very protective of their little dragon-speaker.

Second year goes a little differently. First there’s Draco, who hates Harry more than ever over this, but while he knows he’ll never get a dragon-in with the Weasleys, there’s still a slight chance with Harry (and goddamnit, dragons are his NAME’S SAKE, if anyone deserves free access to any dragon they want, it’s HIM), so he tries to become less of a bother. Harry’s still outed talking a different language during duel club, and some people are still suspicious, but most people know about his dragon-ability and wrongly assume the opposite of what it actually is (ie, he can kinda talk to snakes because he can talk to dragons), and Harry only tells Ron and Hermione that the snake was actually a lot easier to understand.

Go to next summer, when his new dragon-tamer-family learn about the events of second year, they firstly, throw a fit because they should have been informed their charge was in danger, and secondly, go and collect the basilisk because like hell are they going to let something like that just rot somewhere. So, figuring out how to destroy Horcruxes later becomes, like, SUPER easy and accessible.

Charlie’s the one who tells Harry about Sirius Black when he escapes, and he straight up tells Harry everything, about Black being his godfather and betraying his parents, all of it, so Harry goes into third year fully informed. He, of course, does not see the grim that summer. But he doesn't spent the year an emotional wreck, just getting a little bit of the info at a time, do with that as you will.

Harry arrives to school with a signed permission slip for Hogsmeade, and even though McGonagall still wants to refuse him because of Black, members of his dragon-tamer family just happen to be in the area for that year for ‘business’ or whatever (aka, protect Harry because ain't nobody said shit to them last year) and escort him to Hogsmeade anyway.

(“With all due respect, Professor, I once had a Peruvian Vipertooth grab my leg and toss me over a hill, and I still got back up and got the collar on her. You think Black scares me?”)

Most of their patronuses are dragons, except for one tamer whose patronus is a chipmunk, and funnily enough, it’s the most powerful patronus of all of them.

Draco doesn’t insult Buckbeak because he wants to prove to the tamers and probably Potter that he can, in fact, handle himself with larger magical creatures. He becomes Hagrid's best, most dedicated student.

I mean, COME ON,  imagine how the whole series can go differently.

Maybe the tamers get hilariously invested in the Scabbers/Crookshanks feud. It's the tamers, maybe, that figure out Scabbers fucking Pettigrew.

Different dragons have to be imported for the first task because Romania would be too biased - or they change the first task altogether because Harry's a known dragon-speaker.

They would DESTROY Umbridge.

Death Eaters vs Dragon Tamers. Dragon Tamers in the Order. Sirius lives because a Tamer was there in the Department of Mysteries to save him. Sirius not going out of his mind being stuck at Grimmauld because he can go to the resort where no one outside the Order recognizes him/cares.

Draco not becoming a Death Eater because he wants to become a Dragon Tamer.

DRAGONS AT THE BATTLE OF HOGWARTS. USING THE GRINGOTTS DRAGON INSTEAD OF GRIPHOOK TO BREAK INTO (AND OUT OF) GRINGOTTS.

THE POSSIBILITIES

[severussnapemylove]

Molly; "How many kids do you have?”

Y/N; “Biologically, emotionally, or legally?”

[nioumin-draw]

new sketch of Second chance 1 and 2.

There some pictures I haven't share with you yet I was a bit shy 😳....

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[honora-antares]

Just noticed a tiny little detail that all my fanfics share (EXCEPT FOR ONE) is that they're ALL KID FICS!????? In some type of way. Lmao hate it all you want but I love pregnancy tropes 😂😂😂😂 And TWINS! omg me and my bro are months apart but we passed as twins for a loooong time so i really love it when there are twins involved in any kind of writing.

Of Foxtails and Antlers - NO KID but TWINS

A Silent Vow - SeCRET CHilDreN & BaStaRdS AND TWINS

To Take Your Name - Omegaverse WITHOUT children is WRONG . TWINS

Talk To Me, Please. - Sirius "I found her so she's mine now" Black

I Picked My Poison & It's You - MORE SECRET CHILDREN

[jadenoryuu]

DP x DC x ...

So, I know that we collectively despise the Rolling Terf (and I totally agree), but! If we proclaim the death of the author of the HP series just for this prompt, are y'all willing to hear me out? 🥺

Here's the thing: before being introduced to the Batfam and Bruce's adoptions problem, for me the Ultimate Children Adopter was Molly Weasley.

Never leave an unattended child in her area, otherwise they'll be adopted and receive a knitted sweater for Christmas.

Despite her lacks (like trusting Dumbledore's opinion too much and allowing Harry to get back to the Dursley every summer, favoring Ginny over her other children, etc.), her motherhenning is top tier and her hospitality is the best...

And may the Ancient have mercy on the soul of anyone who threatens her children, because she won't. (I still cackle like a mad creachure every time I remember that the only swear-bomb of the series was dropped by her while fighting Bellatrix! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠))

Does all of this ring a bell? 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

Now! For the actual prompt:

Should Bruce and Molly meet because of Danny (either Fenton or Phantom) shenanigans, what would happen?

Would they fight each other over his custody or become a combined monster of love, care and "look at our boy wrong and you'll end as a teapot then shipped to an undisclosed location"? 👀👀

[goggles-mcgee]

I was reading your latest PFO and I realised something. Charlie tells everyone, including the dragons, about the gossip. And like every HP fic let's pretend that these dragons are intelligent enough to understand human language. Now, imagine Harry in the first stage of the tournament. He has to face the dragons and he's so freakin nervous about it. He's filled with dread. And then he starts mumbling things like "I wonder if this is the kind of emotion Snape feels like whenever he saw my Dad with Mom" and the dragon who was just about to roar/spit fire at him s t o p s. THE DRAGON IS INVESTED TOO!!! AND HARRY NOTICES!!! And then Harry just starts chatting with the dragon in front of everybody where they can all hear it.

Okay that would be great but consider.....they do understand human language but it's only some words. Like they get the gist but it's not a direct translation to their mother tongue. So they understand but still rely on human body language more than anything since there are so many human tongues.

I would like to think that Harry, the little bastard he is, instead of actually trying in the Tri-Wiz tournament, he purposefully tries to get the least amount of points. First challenge he legit just sits in front of the dragon and is just like, I wonder if parseltongue works with dragons? Guess we're gonna find out!

It does but it's like speaking to someone who is not fluent and has an accent. The dragon finds it adorable and is just like, "Ah yes. This is now my hatchling."

Harry is ecstatic and just absolutely blabs about the whole Potter Family Opera to Feng who in turn tells all the other nesting mothers and when they go back to Romania they tell all the other dragons.

Charlie starts to learn Parseltongue just so he can keep Feng up to date and because Harry sends letters to Feng for Charlie to read. (Harry tries his best to write the parseltongue translations phonetically)

The dragons are all hooked on the drama too.

[theopinionsofatlas]

Fanfic recommendation

For Percy

A Percy Weasley centric fic, absolutely rips out your heart. I cried. Don’t read if you can’t handle the idea of an abusive mother. I’m going to leave it at that so I don’t spoil anything, but I finished it like 10 mins ago and I’m still crying.

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of violence (child abuse) and Major Character Death (of a child)

[347-emeraldbitch]

Percy: Ron!!! You invented poor Harry to join us this summer?

Ron: Of course I did. He’s never been on holiday. He’s so excited.

Percy: But I thought you liked Harry? Why would you introduce him to more of us? Hasn’t he suffered enough!?!

Ron: He’s used to you by now. I don’t think it could be worse.

Percy: Rude, but Ronald it’s family reunion summer!!! You’re dragging him to meet our stuffy pure blood relatives?!?!?

Ron: . . . . I’ve made a mistake. He will never forgive me.

[malfiora]

[Three's Company]

(because I'm unoriginal as shit)

Part of the adoption clinic

He rather liked the scuff mark on the tiled kitchen floor, it added character. It reminded him of when and why a stuffy, apathetic "Potter" became a cordial, slightly warmer "Harry." He was a sucker for tokens and memorabilia, having grown up with so few, and the blemish became another addition to his collection. Still, he couldn't help but smirk when Draco scoffed and said, "You really ought to have gotten rid of that by now."

Harry smirked but didn't turn away from the counter. "Maybe I like being reminded of you," he said coquettishly, knowing the undue affection would make the other man uncomfortable. When Draco did, indeed, squawk in awkwardness, Harry chuckled to himself. This was the little game they played, the preamble to a formless contract between them all.

It began with a proposition -- from Ginny because he'd have taken it in all the wrong ways if Harry had asked. As it stood, Draco wasn't particularly flattered by the offer, thinking first they were teasing, then pitying him, and then freakishly serious. He hadn't taken their offer -- he didn't reject it either, so Harry saw that as a win even if Gin was less sure. Lo and behold, that following month, the night after the First Day of School, Draco appeared on their doorstep, forlorn and asking for a cup of tea.

Though that night marked an important turn in their relationship, the activity was nothing too adventurous. Gin had caressed Draco as he rut against Harry, and the whole ordeal was over rather quickly. To his credit, Draco didn't cry afterwards, which Harry figured he would if their situations had been reversed.

Anyhow, a year later and this had become routine. Draco would come over when one of them was home and pout and brood until the other arrived, then they'd keep up a pretense of friends chatting for a few minutes before heading upstairs while undressing. Harry was the lucky one answering the door this time, and they both had made a beeline to the kitchen to wait for Ginny. Once there, he'd busied himself with preparing a snack that neither of them would eat just for something to do with his hands. It was a light distraction from the anticipation that hummed beneath his skin, and he'd have been shocked if the Slytherin currently occupying his kitchen hadn't picked up on it. No, it was more believable that Draco hadn't said anything about it, unable to help Harry release some of that energy, anyway. That was the unspoken rule.

Harry gripped the counter so hard he thought he might tear it off when he heard the front door click open. He was torn between rushing to greet his wife at the expense of seeming overeager and playing it cool like his houseguest. He tried to strike a middle ground by turning and leaning casually against the counter and loosely folding his arms. He grinned when Ginny poked her head into the room to confirm that that was where he was. Her eyes lit up when she saw Draco there, too, and she wore an easy smile.

"There you are," she said as she entered the room. She placed a gentle hand on Draco's shoulder as she stepped toward Harry, and he took a moment to appreciate the way it lingered there while she placed a kiss on his own stubbly cheek. "Sorry to keep you waiting, last minute copyediting error." She then proceeded the launch into the minutiae of work as a columnist for the Prophet.

For the life of him, Harry couldn't find it in him to care. Instead, he focused on the shape of Ginny's lips as they quirked around each pun and joke at her coworker's expense, the curve of her tongue as it outlined each syllable. He glanced over to Draco and saw him paying rapt attention, which of course reminded him of their prescribed activities for the evening. The thought that he would soon watch another man touch his wife -- that he was about to share her with his former school rival, no less -- excited him terribly, and he had to cough to clear his throat.

"All right, there, Harry?" Ginny asked, placing a hand on his back, and he swore he could feel the warmth of it through his sweater.

"He's just excited," Draco said through a half-smirk. "Probably been waiting longer than I have."

Harry smiled sheepishly. He wouldn't deny the assertion, especially if it got him what he wanted; he wasn't that proud.

Ginny's hand slid sensuously down his back and plucked a grape from the makeshift charcuterie board he'd been preparing. She popped it in her mouth and smirked. "Let's not keep him waiting, then."

[simsim54]

arthur: come here, son. harry: ron is in his room. arthur: i meant you. harry, voice cracking: oh. okay.

[childotkw]

If you were Harry, what would be the year that you'd drop out of Hogwarts? Personally, I think that my name coming out of the Goblet of Fire would be the last straw for me.🤣 (Sorry for the bad english)

Oh, absolutely it would be fourth year! At the end of the GoF, Harry is:

fresh from a hellish tournament,

still dealing with the treatment he endured from his friends, wider peer group, national community, and international community,

has been betrayed by another professor he liked and trusted,

was forced to help resurrect his parents' murderer,

was tortured, and

watched Cedric, someone he liked and respected, die.

And that list is the bare minimum.

If I were Harry, fourth year would have been the last straw for me. Fuck that shit. Self-preservation should have kicked in, and no matter how much he loved Hogwarts and his friends, Harry should have run for the hills.

Would have been great if Sirius or someone else came along and just grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and vanished into the night.

This is bringing back memories of that vague AU I had though - the one where after the fight in the ministry Harry just goes I'm going to get myself or someone killed and decides to book it. Could work for him right after the tournament as well.

Point is, Bill Weasley finds him just as Harry's leaving Gringotts and realises what's happening, and he decides Harry desperately needs an adult in his corner that can see him buckling and actually wants to help. They whisk themselves away, and under Bill's informal training and tutelage, Harry becomes a badass, and they hunt the horcruxes down together. Voldemort definitely isn't prepared for it lmao

Thanks for the ask, and don't apologise for your English, my dear! 🥰

[legacydowney94]

Hermione inherited an island in Scotland from her grandparents. Once she took ownership of the island she made it unplottable and put it under a fidelius charm with a secret keeper. After the war Hermione escaped to her island and brought a few people with her that she knew would benefit from the seclusion from the public eye. Sirius loved the freedom that her island gave him to be able to go outside without having to worry about being seen and taken back to Azkaban. Severus, although not thrilled to be on a secret kept island with Sirius, was relieved to be away from the public eye. Remus didn’t care where he was as long as he was with his mate Hermione and his best friend Sirius and that he had a place to transform into Moony safely and without a worry about escaping and hurting someone. The Twins were grateful to be on the island after they were bitten by Greyback a few weeks after the battle, they were thankful to Hermione for letting them stay with her while they adjusted to their new life as werewolves with help from Remus.

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Tags: Molly and Ronald Weasley Bashing. Supportive Harry and Sirius. Siblings Hermione and Harry. Sirius and Hermione friendship. Protective Mama Minerva McGonagall. Protective Remus Lupin. Werewolf Mates. The Order of the Phoenix. Hermione is Remus’s Mate. Smut. Hurt/Comfort. Angst. BAMF Remus Lupin. Flirting and Banter. Sirius and Remus friendship. Sirius Black Lives. Remus Lupin Lives. Fred Weasley Lives. Werewolf Fred and George Weasley. Severus and Hermione friendship. Harry chooses Hermione over Ron.

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The size of Hermione’s Island.

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Main House - inspired by The Practical Magic House

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Potions Lab

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Green House

For Magical Plants and Potions Ingredients.

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Barn

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Barn for Remus to transform during the full moon. (Has the same enchantment as Newt Scamander's suitcase.)

[nichefairyblogs]

Harry Potter Fans!!

I am currently writing a fanfiction for the Harry Potter Fandom which I will be sharing here and on Ao3. It will be centered around Harry Potter overcoming abuse and forming a father/son like relationship with professor Snape. It will contain dark content and happen in a universe without the second war. I am looking for 1-2 beta readers to read my chapters before I put them out. I will add the description below and you can email me for more details at nichefairyfanfics@gmail.com

Falling Asleep At the Wheel

Harry Potter grew up in a violent home, one filled with harsh words and harsher punishments. The letter that came when he turned 11 changed his life and Hogwarts was everything he’d ever dreamed of. Unfortunately, he still had to return home every holiday to what no one could call a family. So in fourth year, when things begin to unravel, his secrets are aired out for all of Hogwarts to see. When taken out of the Dursley’s home, no one could’ve guessed how little they knew about the Boy Who Lived.

Perhaps, the hardest part of all would be learning to live with the man who once hated him. Who knows where his new life would lead, and what new relationships it would bring with.

PLEASE READ TAGS <3

[herarcadewasteland]

Discoveries Pt. 3 ♥

A/N: Yes yes its been a little while but I've been busy okay? and i’ve been fired so emotional things. thank you all for the support so far and i hope this makes up for the wait. 

Pt. 1    Pt. 2

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Stretching in your bed the next morning, you let out a large yawn as you adjusted to fall asleep again. Turning over in bed, you weren’t expecting the face of Fred to be right next you. You let out a startled scream as he laughed you, your eyes rolling as your shoulders shook with laughter. 

“What are you doing, Fred? It’s like 5am.”

“7am. You slept in missy~”

Groaning and flipping to face the other side of the room, your hair swung dramatically with you and into Georges face, who was crouched on the opposite side of your bed, expecting the trouble of waking you up. You screamed again and sat up with a huff, the twins high-fiving over your head. 

“Will you two just let me sleep for another hour at least?”

“No can do. You see-”, George started.

“We need to be at Diagon Alley by 8:30.”, Fred finished. 

You ran a hand through your knotted hair, partly in confusion and mostly in frustration. When it clicked in your head that you had to get some school robes adjusted, you panicked and half jumped, half fell out of bed. The twins backed your frantic movements with laughter as they walked down to the kitchen, the chatter of impatient and hungry Weasleys filled your ears. 

“Why do we have to wait for Y/N to eat?! It’s her fault for sleeping too long!”, Rons muffled voice fell into your conscious and made you speed up your hair and teeth brushing. 

Rushing down the stairs, you stumbled directly into Bill who caught you with a sigh.

“Clumsy as always, Y/N.”

You let out an almost ashamed laugh, your arms squeezing around Bill as he wheezed. Arthur walked in behind the both of you and ushered you into your seats as Molly set down the plate of bacon. 

“Finally!”, Ron muttered as he grabbed the plate of bacon seconds after it hit the table, his plate piling with food.

Food was passed around between the family, conversation filling the air as you ate silently. Your silent bubble was disrupted when Ron dragged you into an argument between himself and Percy. 

“It’s not my fault you have a bloody stick up your ass!” 

“I am a prefect, Ronald, which is something that will actually get me into the Ministry!”

Ron shot you a look of ‘oh dear god not this again’ and you laughed. 

“Percy, you do realize not being a prefect can get you into the Ministry. You just need good grades and the right classes.”

Percy snapped his glare to you, knowing you were right, and sighed. He had always had a sort of soft spot for you, knowing you weren’t actually a Weasley. Which was a dumb reason to not hate someone but you went along with it so not absolutely every child in the house had an argument with him every other day.

“I suppose you aren’t wrong, Y/N. I just have a better chance this way.”

He turned his nose up at you and you laughed, finishing off your plate just as the rest of the family had. The plates were cleared from the table as everyone dispersed to do their own thing. 

“Y/N dear, we must be going if we don’t want to be late. Come now, to the fireplace.”

You brushed yourself off and followed Molly to the fireplace, your hand wrapping around another handful of soft powder. Your eyes glanced up to your mum as she nodded reassuringly. You still weren’t used to it yet and you had a feeling it would take a little while to feel normal and not like you were being vacuum sealed into a plastic bin. With a sigh you threw down the powder and clearly stated “Diagon Alley”, and then you were gone in a swirl of green smoke.

Stumbling from the grate in The Three Broomsticks, you ran headfirst into a solid mass. Panicked, you looked around to make sure you were where you were supposed to be and slowly glanced at whoever you bumped into. Your wide eyes met narrowed ones surrounded by the same white blonde hair from the other day. You took a subconscious step back from the man just as Molly came through the floo, her hands finding your arms as she stumbled lightly into you.

“Mr. Malfoy. If you’d excuse us.”, Her eyes narrowed back at the man as he looked between the two of you, “Come on, dear, off we go now.”

She led you away with gentle hands, your head turning to look back at the man as you swerved through tables. Your eyes met one last time before Molly was tugging you past the door with a firm but gentle hold on your hand. As you met the bustling roads of Diagon Alley, you squinted your eyes at the sun, a frown tugging down the corners of your mouth as you stared at the ground, trying to avoid any ray of sun you could. Leaping between shadows to the fitting, you panted as Molly gently pulled you to a stop in front of Madam Malkins. You sighed and Molly chuckled lightly, her hand taking yours and guiding you in. 

“It’ll only take a minute. Don’t worry dear.”

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“A minute my butt!”,  you exclaimed as you stumbled out of the fireplace in the Burrow, Fred sweeping you off your feet immediately and up to your room where a trunk lay on your bed.

“What is this? Why is my trunk out? What did you do?”

You rounded on Fred and George as soon as you were placed onto the floor, their faces innocent as could be as they watched you with crossed arms and very small smirks of entertainment. 

“You need to pack for Hogwarts!”

“We all have. Our trunks are-”

“-Waiting by the front door.”

“Only two are missing~”

You sighed and stared into the empty space, your eyes tracing loose threads along the seam as you nodded. 

“Okay, I’ll go bother Ronald after I’m done.”

“That's what we like to hear!”, the twins chorused as they walked from your room to raid the kitchen, if Mollys loud reprimanding was anything to go by.

The packing only took you a few minutes, most of your school things were in a separate drawer as it was so all you had to do was move them into the trunk. You finished your packing with relative ease and an overactive mind, the zipper closing breaking the silence you had been working in. WIth a sigh, you pulled your trunk to the top of the stairs before making your way to ROnalds room to aid him in his no-doubt messy packing. Your suspicions were confirmed when you pushed open the door to encounter the entirety of Rons wardrobe scattered around the room. 

“Ron, how? There is no way you had to destroy your room to pack.”

HIs frantic eyes met yours as he scoffed, “Well no, but it felt necessary at the time.”

You hummed and cleared a few spots across the room, handing things to Ron you knew he would want with him. His eyes followed you around when he wasn't haphazardly throwing things into his trunk.

“At least fold things!”, you stomped over to his trunk and folded piece by piece as Ronald sat and watched you with a blank expression until you reached his Chudley Cannon jersey. Then he reacted and grabbed it from your hands with a gasp, his own carefully folding it in a mess. You shrugged and packed it neatly with the rest of his things, the heavier items resting on top of his clothes as the lighter things went on those. 

“There. All done.”, you heaved a sigh as you closed the lid of the trunk, the click of the lock creating a satisfying noise in the otherwise silent room. 

“Thank you, Y/N~”, Ron grabbed you for an overly tight hug, your hands pushing at his arms as you wheezed for a single breath of air that wasn’t from Ron’s vicinity.

“Ok ok ok! I get it, just get it downstairs with the rest of them!”

Ronald let you go after a moment, his frame moving out the door with his trunk in hand as you followed after him.

“You made it sound like you brought yours down! But nooo look at what’s right here!”, Ron huffed and lightly kicked your trunk as he passed it.

“I said the rest of them! Never included mine!”, you shouted after him as you grabbed your own trunk and carried it down the stairs to see Bill and Charlie in front of the floo.

Molly gave the two a big hug with large containers of sweets being shoved into their hands after Arthur gave them a hug as well, Percy nodding a farewell from the couch as he read through the Ministry’s handbook for rules and regulations. 

“Nooooo~!”, you whined, “You can’t leave yet! You like... just got here! We didn’t get to talk about Hogwarts!”

The eldest Weasley boys chuckled and pulled you into their arms for a group hug, tears filling your eyes as they pet your hair lovingly. 

“You know we have jobs to get too, Y/N. We can’t stay to see you off.”

You huffed at them and lightly punched their chests as they smiled at you. A small nod moved your hair into your eyes as you grasped them tighter. While you weren’t as close to them as you were the twins, they had still helped raise you in a sense and that created a connection, plus you were their little sister. Blood or not, that created an even greater connection. Still not one large enough to rival that of yours with Fred and George but it was enough.

“Fine. Just send owls, okay? I wanna tell you everything!”

The boys nodded and placed kisses on the top of your white hair, their eyes slightly glossy as yours overflowed with tears.

“We will.”

“Absolutely we will.”, Charlie finished as he guided you to Molly’s embrace, Bill giving a last wave and goodbye to the family as he stepped through the floo with a call of his destination. 

Charlie gave a similar exit with a blown kiss towards yourself and your mom as he called out for the Ministry of Magic for Romania, however he pronounced it. Their departure set the family in motion as Arthur ushered everyone into the kitchen to go over the basic checklist of the things you would need for your time at Hogwarts. Most of the list was checked off smoothly, Ron mumbling under his breath that it was unnecessary until your dad reached an item he had forgotten and cursed. That got him a small ass-whooping from Molly as she urged him to go get what he had been missing. Fred and George mocked him as he ran up the stairs, your quiet giggles backing them until your parents shushed you all and continued with the list as Ronald slipped down the stairs to his trunk and frantically packed his wand. The list went smoothly after that, everyone having followed the list to pack, well... you had. The trunks were smooshed in the back of the Ford Anglia with a small extension charm, a suspicious popping noise coming from one of the twins trunks, a huff of air and confetti falling into the trunk as they stood rubbing the backs of their necks sheepishly. 

You were all set to head out for Hogwarts, all that was left was getting onto the platform and finding a seat. Easy enough, you told yourself as Fred and George popped confetti onto Arthur as he walked away, their lanky frames sprinting away from a charmed broom as it chased them across the lawn. Easy enough... right?