#wizard and the hopping pot

[lesbian-shadow]

My Options And Interpretations of "The Tales Of Beedle The Bard"

"The Wizard And The Hopping Pot" p1

The story: There was once a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and wisely for the benefit of his neighbours. Rather than reveal the true source of his power, he pretended that his potions, charms and antidotes sprang ready-made from the little cauldron he called his lucky cooking pot. From miles around people came to him with their troubles, and the wizard was pleased to give his pot a stir and put things right. This well-beloved wizard lived to a goodly age, then died, leaving all his chattels to his only son. This son was of a very different disposition to his gentle father. Those who could not work magic were, to the son’s mind, worthless, and he had often quarrelled with his father’s habit of dispensing magical aid to their neighbours.

Upon the father’s death, the son found hidden inside the old cooking pot a small package bearing his name. He opened it, hoping for gold, but found instead a soft, thick slipper, much too small to wear, and with no pair. A fragment of parchment within the slipper bore the words “In the fond hope, my son, that you will never need it.” The son cursed his father’s age-softened mind,then threw the slipper back into the cauldron, resolving to use it henceforth as a rubbish pail. That very night a peasant woman knocked on the front door. “My granddaughter is afflicted by a crop of warts, sir,” she told him. “Your father used to mix a special poultice in that old cooking pot –” “Begone!” cried the son. “What care I for your brat’s warts?” And he slammed the door in the old woman’s face. At once there came a loud clanging and banging from his kitchen. The wizard lit his wand and opened the door, and there, to his amazement, he saw his father’s old cooking pot; it had sprouted a single foot of brass, and was hopping on the spot, in the middle of the floor, making a fearful noise upon the flagstones. The wizard approached it in wonder, but fell back hurriedly when he saw that the whole of the pot’s surface was covered in warts. “Disgusting object!” he cried, and he tried firstly to Vanish the pot, then to clean it by magic, and finally to force it out of the house. None of his spells worked, however, and he was unable to prevent the pot hopping after him out of the kitchen, and then following him up to bed, clanging and banging loudly on every wooden stair. The wizard could not sleep all night for the banging of the warty old pot by his bedside, and next morning the pot insisted upon hopping after him to the breakfast table. Clang, clang, clang, went the brass-footed pot, and the wizard had not even started his porridge when there came another knock on the door. An old man stood on the doorstep. “’Tis my old donkey, sir,” he explained. “Lost, she is, or stolen, and without her I cannot take my wares to market, and my family will go hungry tonight.” “And I am hungry now!” roared the wizard, and he slammed the door upon the old man. Clang, clang, clang, went the cooking pot’s single brass foot upon the floor, but now its clamour was mixed with the brays of a donkey and human groans of hunger, echoing from the depths of the pot. “Be still. Be silent!” shrieked the wizard, but not all his magical powers could quieten the warty pot, which hopped at his heels all day, braying and groaning and clanging, no matter where he went or what he did. That evening there came a third knock upon the door, and there on the threshold stood a young woman sobbing as though her heart would break. “My baby is grievously ill,” she said. “Won’t you please help us? Your father bade me come if troubled –” But the wizard slammed the door on her. And now the tormenting pot filled to the brim with salt water, and slopped tears all over the floor as it hopped, and brayed, and groaned, and sprouted more warts. Though no more villagers came to seek help at the wizard’s cottage for the rest of the week, the pot kept him informed of their many ills. Within a few days, it was not only braying and groaning and slopping and hopping and sprout- ing warts, it was also choking and retching, crying like a baby, whining like a dog, and spewing out bad cheese and sour milk and a plague of hungry slugs. The wizard could not sleep or eat with the pot beside him, but the pot refused to leave, and he could not silence it or force it to be still. At last the wizard could bear it no more. “Bring me all your problems, all your troubles and your woes!” he screamed, fleeing into the night, with the pot hopping behind him along the road into the village. “Come! Let me cure you, mend you and comfort you! I have my father’s cooking pot, and I shall make you well!” And with the foul pot still bounding along behind him, he ran up the street, casting spells in every direction. Part 2

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

⟢ to swallow a star | c.bg

pairing: wizard!beomgyu x apprentice!f!reader. genres: fluff, romcom, fantasy. wc: 1,7k. warnings: this is so silly and unedited 💀. an: i was trying to make a point with the last paragraph but my brain isn’t working, but i am a howl girlie so just pretend u get it 🤣 found the last photo on pinterest with no credits, so credit to the original artist 🫶🏻

it is late afternoon down by lilac lane. the spring sunlight douses the cottage in gold, lighting up the grassy hills and fields, glittering off a nearby rushing creek. it allows warmth to seep in through the windows.

normally, on a cozy sunday such as this, you would be curled up on the soft upholstery armchair in the sitting room, with tabby purring in your lap and a volume of the Wizard Howl’s Why One should Not Swallow Stars series between your fingers. But today you were not, and it vexes you greatly to think of it. rather, you are standing on the tips of your toes, leaning over the sink, to squint through the kitchen window.

a great deal of time had passed since you saw the Wizard Beomgyu, under whom you were serving an apprenticeship. he had disappeared into the fields behind the cottage earlier that very afternoon, promising to teach you a new charm once he had returned. and this promise had pleased you.

for the first few weeks in his care, you and beomgyu had gotten along remarkably well. he would teach you spells and enchantments, you would prepare meals and you would share chores and tending to the cottage equally. in your free time you would tag along on his jobs in town, or you would read and he would paint.

but in the next few weeks that took you up to the current third month at the cottage, his behavior had changed drastically. the good-natured, occasional prankster of a man had reverted to a sulking, misbehaving teenager who had not taught you a thing in days.

so the thought of his unhappiness being cured and him now having the time to teach you, enlivened the witch in the exasperated nurse you had become. but that excitement had long since met its end. and as the clock struck five o’clock, your blood boiled.

a flash of green sweeps through the open window and you drop onto your heels. tabby lifts her head from where she had sat napping between the potted plants near you on the sink, one eye opening slowly to follow the squawking bird.

“toto,” you say, relieved to see the wizard’s familiar. you follow him into the sitting room, where he glides around once more before taking his perch. “where have you been? where is your master?”

he squawks. “miss (y/n), master requests your presence at poppy hill.”

“poppy hill?” you say in surprise, “i thought he was in the fields. is something the matter?” then your eyes shine, “is it time for my lesson at last?”

toto lets out a nervous squawk. “you should take your leave before last light, miss.”

“will you guide me to him, toto?” you ask politely. the parrot nods his head before hopping from his perch and sailing through the kitchen window once more.

you tighten your boots quickly, pausing only to check on tabby. “are you coming, girl?”

her countenance was such that, if she were a person, you’d imagine she would sigh unenthusiastically. but she nevertheless hopped off and ran after you at your heels.

you follow toto deep into the fields and up onto poppy hill where the Witch Karina grew and nurtured her genus of wild flowers. it pales you to imagine he had spent the entirety of his afternoon here, but you perk up when toto leads you down the windward side of the hill.

you come to a stop as you find the Wizard Beomgyu seated amongst red common poppies, the last light catching his features and making them glow. the gentle breeze brushes through his long, golden brown hair as he soaks it up. when the light disappears behind the mountains at last, toto settles atop his head and his eyes flutter open. he greets toto with a smile, then turns to you and his eyes light up. you gulp.

“(y/n)!” he says, climbing to his feet. as his hands clear the grass and dirt from his trousers, he starts toward you and continues, “i’m glad you could make it. i was just talking to karina and—”

you fix your hands on your hips and a severe expression on your face. he stops, fear in his eyes. you march toward him and he shrieks. “where have you been! you promised you would teach me today, beomgyu! what is the meaning of this!” you say, poking a finger into his chest.

“i was—”

“i have been patient! so patient with you these weeks and you go and leave me at noon until evening! what have you to say for yourself, sir!”

his frown morphs into a smile and you are simply flabbergasted. but before you can berate him further, he takes your hand into his gently. he presses his lips to your knuckles and then rubs his thumb over them gently.

“i have left you? why, i could never do such a thing my dear,” he says and your face burns red.

“wha– wai– i beg your pardon!” you exclaim. but he maintains his hold on your hand and leads you further down the hill until you reach the middle of the slope. “do you think you can treat me like those swooning ladies in town!”

the sky is now dark and the stars are twinkling above, the moonlight shimmering silver against the blades of grass beneath your feet. you try and use the fragrance of the flowers and the earth to distract you from how warm and soft his hand feels, but then he takes your other hand and pulls you toward him.

“there is going to be a meteor shower tonight.” he says excitedly, as if it explains anything. but you are much too distracted by his closeness and his touch and his prettiness to argue. “i have planned it all with Karina. she will—“

you finally manage to yank your hands from his. “i do not care to be in your presence now, sir. you refuse to explain your behavior! i am your apprentice, you are supposed to teach me. if our arrangement— if my company is not to your liking anymore simply say so and I will take my leave.”

you start your walk back up the hill, which, being now by your full senses, proved to be a lot more taxing than the journey down it. it only aggravates you more. but you gather your dress in your hands and push on. he rushes after you.

“i will swallow a star!”

you stop in your tracks. you turn to him. “what?”

“i will swallow a star,” he repeats, folding his arms across his chest with a resolved expression on his face. “so that i may compete with that pretty boy you like so much.”

you blink. “compete? with that pretty boy? who– The Wizard Howl? Pendragon?”

he does not answer, but turns his face up to the night sky with a pout. your jaw drops in absolute bafflement. then you burst out laughing. his cheeks turn pink.

“oh, beomgyu,” you sigh, taking his face into your hands and turning it to you. “howl’s books are about why we should not contract deals with demons for power; his own autobiography. and you are a powerful wizard of your own accord, why should you need to be like him?”

toto squawks. “that is what i told him, Miss.”

“you shut up,” he snaps, swatting his familiar away. when your hands drop from his face, he returns them to their place and he leans into your touch, still pouting. “but you like him so much. you’re always reading those things and talking to tabby and mrs rochester from the bakery about him.”

you grin, a blush glowing in your cheeks. “beomgyu, the wizard howl is a happily married man with a sweet two-year old son. the story of his life is remarkable to me, so I read about him.”

he stills. “really?”

you drop your head and giggle. when you look up again, he is watching you with a look in his eyes that makes your chest flutter.

“and what about you?” you say, fixing your hands on your hips again. “what were you doing all day with Miss Karina?”

he perks up. “oh! i spent the afternoon trying to convince her to let us borrow her field for the evening. she agreed on the condition that i promenade with her in town tomorrow.”

you glare at him and smack his shoulder. “And you said yes? i cannot believe you! courting couples promenade together! i—“

he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against his chest. “i am a cunning wizard, darling. i may have pulled one on her,” he shrugs, “besides. how could i dream of courting anyone else when you are right here.”

then his eyes flit to your lips, asking, and when you nod, he takes them between his own in a sweet kiss.

when you break apart your breath is shaky and you think that if he should remove his arm from your waist you would fall straight to the ground. he smirks, as if he reads your mind.

“sh- she’s going to curse you once she figures it out. d-do you not know of howl and the witch of the waste?”

at that moment the meteor shower begins, like glittering diamonds shooting across the heavens. you stare up in awe. tabby meows and rubs her head against your legs, while toto perches on beomgyu’s shoulder.

he gently takes your chin between his fingers and draws your attention back to him.

“do you know of the wizard beomgyu and the apprentice who stole his heart?” he says softly, bringing your face closer and closer and closer. “they say she was was vivacious,” he kisses one corner of your mouth, “unyielding,” then the other, “a powerful witch in the making who was not wise of what she was doing before it was far too late.”

your breathing is heavy and your eyes hooded, “w-what happened to them? the wizard and the apprentice?”

his lips curl into a soft smile. “the apprentice and her wizard’s fates became inseparable, and they were destined to love one another in this and every lifetime.”

he pulls you in once more, this kiss much different from the first. he holds you impossibly close, a hand buried in your hair and the other lifting you up to his lips. it is enrapturing and toe-curling and your insides melt.

you decided then and there that the Wizard Howl Jenkins Pendragon was a charlatan. for if this is what it felt like to swallow a star, to give your heart to another and share a life, you would choose it with beomgyu, every single day.

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[orobaxis]

No. 20 for Ominis? I really loved the oneshot you wrote c:

thanks a lot professor black

ominis gaunt x reader arranged marriage au

summary: your crush on ominis gaunt comes to a head when professor black uncharacteristically gives ominis advice.

word count: almost 3k!

also a prompt: "it hurts me, just how much i ache for you."; slytherin!reader

you like to think that your crush on ominis gaunt isn’t that obvious. after all, he only knows you because of that arrangement your families decided on when you were kids. the only times you had interacted with him were when you asked him a couple of time if anne was around (she is your friend and partner in some classes), and when he would say a polite “hello” to you in herbology (your potting stations are across each other). some interactions too whenever anne would drag you around, but you wouldn’t consider yourself friends. he was very particular to people he considers friends, and for now, it was only the sallow twins. even lucan brattleby was just an “acquaintance”. now, you are starting to think that either: 1) anne is a seer, or 2) your crush isn’t as inconspicuous as you previously thought.

anne sends you a knowing smile whenever he and sebastian enter a classroom or sit close to you in the great hall. always nudging you with her elbow and waggling her eyebrows teasingly whenever ominis opens his mouth to talk. snaps her fingers in our face when you would stare absentmindedly at the boy who doesn’t know better.

“are you some sort of seer?” you ask anne, who laughs at that. you now walk to transfiguration, where you and anne share a desk and sebastian and ominis share a desk beside you. you try not to make it too obvious when you try to catch glimpses of the gaunt boy, often finding yourself smiling whenever he and sebastian mutter something to each other and snicker (much to professor weasley’s chagrin).

“why do you ask?” anne questions. “is it because i know of your infatuation with mr. ominis gaunt?”

“hush, you!” you scold her, feeling heat rising from your neck to your cheeks. she laughs at how flustered you must look. “i would have denied it but you always tease me whenever he’s around.” you pout and she nudges you in an attempt to console you.

“come on, y/n,” she says, “i think ominis is the only one who cannot see how much you like him. but only because he literally cannot see you staring.”

you purse your lips and say nothing. the silly little schoolgirl crush started when you were just in your first year. your parents wrote to you that your betrothed also started school at hogwarts as a first year, and that he and his family are renowned for being direct descendants of salazar slytherin himself. you were so excited when you found out, hoping to catch a glimpse of your betrothed and intrigued more than ever knowing his family background. he must be some stoic and powerful wizard then, you thought to yourself. someone who takes his family name seriously, top of the class and able to do very advanced magic.

nope, you first found ominis and sebastian sallow (his best friend) in the courtyard, crouching on the ground in concentration. curious, you approached them and he and sebastian let out a shriek in surprise when you piped up, “what are you doing?”

“ah! we didn’t notice you!” sebastian exclaimed! “ominis, why didn’t you notice her?”

“i was concentrating!” ominis, short and with a high-pitched voice at eleven, whined, “we were trying to catch bugs, you know!”

anne had hopped to your side by then, watching as her friends stood up, not wiping their robes that were partially covered in grass and mud, “what were you going to do with the bugs?”

“well, levitate them of course!” ominis answers excitedly, “we wanna see them fly!”

your eleven year old self was so confused, trying to come to terms with the fact that ominis was…not what you thought he was. you imagined him to be a powerful wizard, but he was just…like you. he was just a kid. you apologized for disturbing them, now feeling bad for distracting them.

“you can make it up to us by helping us find some,” ominis suggested, “two heads are better than one.”

“technically four heads are better than one,” sebastian commented.

you and anne exchanged looks before grinning, settling yourselves on the grass to find the bugs that ominis and sebastian desperately wanted to find.

-

it was during the third year when you were shocked to see ominis again. no longer was there a short and high-pitched sounding little guy, he somehow got stretched during the summer, now taller than you and anne (sebastian also stretched a bit and now stood tallest of the trio). his voice got deeper and he started to style his hair. you remember staring at him in shock as you sat across him at the great hall, a chicken leg on your hand stopping halfway to your mouth.

sebastian must have noticed your staring, teasingly cleared his throat, “y/n, we were asking how your summer was.”

“oh,” you shook your head, trying to dispel the thoughts and daydreams, “it was good. your…your voices sound different.”

ominis grins at that, “mine is. sebastian’s voice cracks.”

“no it doeSN’T,” his voice cracked halfway and you four laughed. you bit a chunk out of your chicken leg, still eyeing ominis. his beauty marks look prominent now. he also started walking a lot more differently–confidently. and his smiles–

you coughed, choking on your chicken. anne laughed and started patting you on your back hard. “focus y/n,” she continued laughing.

-

the current week is getting a bit hectic. you have many things to do, lots of essays to write, and because of curfew, you cannot be in the library for as long as you wanted. this leads to you trying to finish all your work in the slytherin common room, hunkering down with other students, mostly other fifth years, as you prepare for your O.W.L.S. after a few late nights, you found out that you need a lot of food to keep your mind stimulated and make sure that you don’t fall asleep until you finish whatever you need to get done. so you had taken it upon yourself to stop by the kitchens after dinner to stock up on as many sweets, pastries, and other delicacies as you can to bring to the dungeon. you tickle the pear, which laughed and turned into a doorknob, and go into the kitchens, expecting to see nothing but house elves floundering about. while you know that the location of the kitchens is not exactly a secret, you are still surprised when you find ominis inside. he is chatting with a house elf, who is carrying a tray of cupcakes.

“mistress y/n!” lorry, a house elf you had befriended, pops next to you, carrying a hefty tray of assorted goods. “lorry has prepared lots of food for mistress y/n who needs to study for O.W.L.S!”

ominis turns to you and lorry, his eyebrow raising. “i didn’t know you knew where the kitchens are.”

you wound your hands together, turning pink. very rarely do you get to talk to ominis alone, and despite knowing him for five years now, you still find yourself nervous. “oh, yes…i accidentally found it in our second year when i got lost.”

he grins, “i found it during our first year.” the elves excuse themselves as they return to their work and you are about to also excuse yourself to leave and return to the common room, but ominis is already standing beside you and greeting the elves goodbye. “thank you for the food,” he tells them.

“of course master ominis sir!”

you swear he flushes at that, and he ducks his head with a smile as the door closes behind you. “i notice that you stay up late in the common rooms. are you busy preparing for O.W.L.S?”

you hum in confirmation, “yes. and we have so many assignments to be done soon.” you sigh, “i haven’t even started on the herbology assignment.”

he pipes up, “me too, i haven’t started it either.”

the descent to the common room is followed by a comfortable silence. you relish the moment now, knowing that you will be thinking about this tonight. you are walking close together that you can smell him, feel the swishing of his robes, and hear his breathing. oh he is so close to you that you can just grab his hand and–

“y/n?”

you blink, and notice that he is tilting his head in your direction. he must have asked you something!

“oh! sorry, what was that? i’m just…distracted.”

ominis’ smile is soft. “i asked if you would like to work on the herbology assignment together tomorrow. we can go to the greenhouses.”

your breath hitches at his words. together? just you and him? or you and him and the sallow twins? ominis asked you to work with him tomorrow? trying not to scream out loud in excitement, you try to sound as nonchalant as possible, “sure. we can do that.”

“i’ll see you tomorrow then.” he nods at you, a smile still on his face. one, two, three, four…he has so many beauty marks, who knows that they look so good on his face. are they beauty marks because they make him look so beautiful? or are they just marks that now look beautiful because they are on his face? the smile he wears on his face makes him even more attractive, you just want to squish his cheeks and–

focus, y/n, focus!

“good night y/n,” he bids you with a grin and a small bow before proceeding to his dormitory. you stand there in the middle of the common room, mouth agape, heart racing, head pounding, and so so infatuated and in love.

the next morning, you find yourself and ominis on your way to the greenhouses when you see the headmaster strutting in your direction. “headmaster black is coming!” you whisper to ominis beside you. he frowns, his wand up to guide him, and wonders to himself, “the headmaster? here? what could he want?

“mr gaunt! miss y/n,” the headmaster exclaims, you try to look as passive as ever while your mind wonders what he is doing here talking to students, “where do you two think you’re going?”

“i beg your pardon sir,” ominis starts politely, “we’re simply on our way outside.”

the headmaster scoffs, “taking the day off to go on dates, eh?” you shake your head at that, quickly turning redder than a tomato at this suggestion, “typical students, wasting the hours away.”

“headmaster,” you chime in, “we–we actually have to write twenty pages on dittany and its uses. we were just heading to the greenhouse.” you don’t know why you try to vehemently defend yourself against headmaster black’s accusations, but the implication that you two are on a date still rings in your head.

“ah, yes,” black assents, “mixed with…um…bubotuber pus…makes a fine…er–mustache paste.” he glances at you and quickly clears his throat, “yes, mustache paste…i find.”

you scratch your head in confusion, while ominis’ frown deepens, “are you alright, sir?” he asks the headmaster. “you don’t seem yourself.”

you remember hearing from anne that ominis’ family along with other prominent pureblood families all know each other. ominis has probably met the headmaster outside of hogwarts, in house parties and whatnot. you wonder how your parents managed to make an arrangement with a family as prominent as the gaunts, then, seeing as your family is not that well-known, nor does it come from some powerful bloodline.

“i assure you i am quite healthy, gaunt,” black sticks his head up in annoyance, “if i need a medical diagnosis, i shall head to st. mungo’s.” turning to you, he huffs, preparing to leave, “better keep your future husband in check, l/n, lest he gets too nosy.” he straightens his coat and speeds off.

now that makes you even more embarrassed. you have always been afraid of even thinking about the betrothal around ominis, especially when you found out that he and his family do not see eye to eye. you think you are both forced into this predicament, and knowing that he doesn’t approve of his family’s views, it also goes to show that he is not happy about the arrangement. so despite telling the twins, you begged them not to bring it up with ominis, afraid that he will all be reminded of this precarious engagement and pull away from you. you cringe as you and ominis quietly walk away, afraid that he will excuse himself and never talk to you again.

“something is very wrong with professor black.” he exclaims, and you deflate at his words, wounded. you open your mouth to apologize, when he continues, “dittany and bobutuber pus? mustache paste?”

you cannot help the giggle that escapes your mouth at his very confused expression. “maybe he was giving you some advice on how to properly care for your mustache should you decide to have one when you’re older.”

ominis grunts at that. “i don’t know if i want a mustache, or want to look anything like professor black.” he chuckles at your teasing, “when i start growing a mustache and beard when we’re older, you’ll help me shave it off, won’t you?”

you feel yourself almost spontaneously combusting at the thought. he just gave you a very detailed picture that sends you right into a daydream: you and ominis, finally wed, you laughing as you lather his face with shaving cream and slowly shaving him while he rests his arms around your waist. you cough loudly which startled ominis, and begin fanning yourself as you start sweating and getting hot in embarrassment.

-

you are eight pages into your dittany essay when you find yourself staring at him. after five years, it is safe to say that you are now helplessly inlove with ominis gaunt. however, the nagging feeling in your heart is telling you that it may not work out, because you know that he disagrees with his family. he more than likely does not approve of your betrothal.

“i…want to apologize,” you tell him.

he hums questioningly, looking up from his parchment to look in your direction. “why? did you finish your assignment before me?”

“uh, no.”

“are you leaving?”

not unless you want me to. “no, i’m not done yet. only 8 pages.”

“oh,” ominis smiles, “then what are you sorry for?”

swallowing quietly, you take a deep breath. you respect ominis too much to not apologize. for black’s remark, for your family arranging a marriage between you and him at a young age, for everything. “well…for one, i apologize for what professor black said.”

“about you keeping me in check?” he raises his eyebrows.

despite not seeing you, you still turn away from him in embarrassment. “yes. i’m sorry. i know you probably don’t want to talk about the…o–our arrangement–the betrothal, i mean. and i’m sorry that he brought it up.”

you exhale, still turned away. you wonder what he is thinking about. will he forgive you? or will he finally let you hear a piece of his mind. ominis is quiet for a moment, and you think he decided to ignore your comment, and you sigh, about to resume your work in silence, when,

“why…why do you think that i don’t like being betrothed to you?”

“well,” you clear your throat as you turn to face him away (he looks so gorgeous, even with the confused look on his face, eyebrows knitting together and lips pursing), “our families decided on our fates at such a young age. and i…i know you don’t share the same sentiments as your family. so…i know you don’t like me, and i just…i’m sorry that we’re both in this predicament.”

ominis nods slowly, taking in your words. you anxiously wait for him to speak up. your parchment is now smudged as the ink falls down from your quill in silent drops.

he mutters something so quietly that you didn’t catch it. “what?” you ask him, noting the boyish smile on his face, “what are you smiling at?” what is so funny? is he finding you pathetic, for voicing your insecurities? is that why is he laughing?

shaking his head, he chuckles, “you’re silly.”

“i’m…silly?”

“if i didn’t want the betrothal, i would have forced them to dissolve it by now.”

one, two, three, four, five, six beauty marks on his face. you blink rapidly, trying to process his words. “wait…what? ominis…what are you saying?”

you try not to hope. but you also pray that you understand what he meant by his words. heart now pounding hard against your chest, you feel your breath being rushed out from your lungs when ominis extends a hand across your potting station, reaching you slowly. his hand is careful, methodical, trying to feel the air and listen to the sounds of your breathing (you know that he can hear your quiet panting).

his hand stops when he touches your cheek. it’s rough, warm, and much bigger than yours. you gulp, eyes wide as you find your eyes glued to his face, unable to look away, captivated by the teasing, mischievous grin on his face. “it means, y/n, that as long as you’re okay with it, i would want you to help shave off my beard and mustache when we’re older.”

his grin widens when he feels your smile against his hand, and you bring a hand up to cup the hand on your cheeks, “i’d like that.”

he sighs, relief evident in his laughter, “it used to hurt me, just how much i ache for you. now,” a thumb caresses your cheek and you close your eyes as you bask in his presence, “now, it’s not so bad.”

-

anon, you're the very first one to send me a message and im so sorry for putting this off for so long! this went into a totally different direction, i had like a 5k+ and counting story on this but i didn't like the direction it was going so i abandoned it and wrote this!

i hope you all like it! pls let me know your thoughts! <3 once again, thank you for all the love and support!

tala <3

[jayoftheorb]

Had some thoughts about the bad kids class swap, so here's my headcanons about them all if they were bards (very rambly, I'm bad at writing)

Gorgug- when he was small he would play on the pots and pans like drums and his parents wanted to encourage his creativity. Has tried probably every instrument his parents could find or make, it's metalwork. Gets really into drums and some string instruments, can't play alot of brass cuz of tusks but trumpet is easier, French horn is even harder because of the delicate trigger mechanisms, gets really good at clarinet for some reason, so good that it's his secondary instrument in case he breaks all of his drumsticks (true percussionists have like ten spares, sticks break too easy)(and also fiddle, he can play fiddle really well)

Adaine- learned viola because her parents made her, ended up really liking it, switched to "violin" (plays fiddle, can't call it that in front of parents) think Lindsey Stirling, parents got mad when she became a Bard instead of wizard even though they pushed her to learn and get better, hits her dad w fiddle and kills him, her fiddle in s/j year is a gift from fabian and its practically indestructible(gold, made by telamine, theres a side quest where she kicks the devils ass at fiddle)

Fabian- Really likes sea shanties, starts out dancing with his pa, does alot of 2 and 4 steps, lotta linedancing before getting into elven dance, could be a real good master of ceremonies when he starts hip-hop dancing, is in the college of swords but its very piratey, learned fiddle for fun but actually really enjoys it especially the slower more classical melodies favorite spell is suggestion

Kristen- acoustic guitar. Can also play piano but doesn't want to lug around a keyboard. Has a lovely voice but prefers to let her guitar do most of the work, wanted to be a paladin(to helio) like her parents for a while but becomes a paladin of Cass in the nightmare forest, it's wild. When she meets tracker at the black pit they bond over only really knowing worship songs and tracker gives her a book w/ rock sheet music (classically trained) she steals an electric guitar from the black pit and stashes it at fabians house for a while till she moves in with track and jawbone

Riz- (most excited about this one) goblin music is chaos, idk alot about indigenous music, but I like it, riz does alot of throat singing and body drumming, alot of odd noises, his dad used to sing him to sleep, kinda sounds like Tibetan throat singing with alot of clicking and hissing and all that (need to do research) the other bks like it alot, when he gets more comfortable he starts doing more metal (kinda like korn) struggles alot with connecting to his heritage (personal hc; 3rd gen goblin imigrant, sklondas ma came to bastion city for a new life when the rangers moved in on the mountains of chaos, poks dad moved from the other side of spyre (idk) Pok lived in elmville for his whole life, moved to bastion to work for the government culture outreach program, met sklonda, moved back to elmville, had riz, got eaten by a dragon)

[coolbeans32]

Echoes of Destiny: The Serpent and the Phoenix

PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader(OC)

SYNOPSIS: Harry, Ron, and Hermione are unexpectedly drawn into a mysterious journey when they receive Albus Dumbledore's last will and testament. Minister Rufus Scrimgeour presents them with significant bequests, including a scrapbook holding the secrets of Dumbledore's past. Through poignant confessions, they learn of Dumbledore's secret marriage to Gellert Grindelwald and the tragic fate of their daughter. Delving into the scrapbook, they uncover a surprising connection between Dumbledore's daughter and Tom Riddle. Dumbledore's final message reveals that his daughter, Genevieve Ariana Dumbledore-Grindelwald, is alive, propelling the trio into a quest to find her and untangle the mysteries of Dumbledore's past. As they embark on this journey, they realize the profound interconnection of their destinies with those of their predecessors, emphasizing the enduring power of love and loss even in the darkest of times.

WARNINGS: This passage contains elements of death, grief, and loss. Specifically, it mentions the tragic death of Dumbledore's daughter, as well as themes of war and the impact of past actions on loved ones.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

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Chapter One

The Scrapbook

“To what do we owe the pleasure Minister?” Harry asks.

“I think we both know the answer to that question, Mr. Potter.” His voice is deep and sure as he speaks. Rufus Scrimgeour leads them to the living room and Harry, Hermione, and Ron sit down in front of him as he lays down a cloth wrap.

“And this is?...”Harry states with a confused look on his face. The Minister then pulls out a piece of paper before making it float in front of him so he can read it.

"Herein is said forth the last will and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. First, to Ronald Billius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator. A device of my own making. In hope when things seem most dark it will show you the light."

"Dumbledore left this for me?" Ron says taking the small black item out of its cover.

"Yes," the Minister says. Ron looks at it in wonder.

"Really. What is it?" He asks and clicks it open. It takes the lights and when clicked back open it puts them back. "Super."

"To Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of Tales of Beedle the Bard in the hope that she finds it entertaining and instructive," He says handing her a book. She looks at it confused.

"Mom used to tell me those. The wizard and the hopping pot, Babbity Rabbity and the Cackling Stump Come on. Babbity Rabbity... No?" Ron says as we all look at him confused.

"To Harry James Potter, I leave the snitch he caught in his first match at Hogwarts. As a reminder of rewards of perseverance and skill," He says and holds out the golden snitch. Harry looks a bit defeated as does the Minister.

"Is that it then?" Harry asks and the Minister shakes his head.

"Not quite. Dumbledore left you a second bequest: The sword of Godric Gryffindor. Unfortunately the sword of Gryffindor was not Dumbledore's to give away. As an important historical artifact it belongs.." He says.

"...to Harry. It belongs to Harry. It came to him when he most needed it in the Chamber of Secrets," Hermione cuts him up. The minister shakes his head.

"The sword may present itself to any worthy Gryffindor, Miss Granger but that does not make it that wizard's property," He says. "Unfortunately the current whereabouts of the sword are unknown."

"Excuse me?" Harry says. We both look at each other and he looks worried.

"The Sword is Missing. I don't know what you are up to, Mr. Potter but you can't fight this war on your own. He is too strong," The Minister says. Harry, Hermione, and Ron give each other a glance as the Minister stands up.

 “One last thing is left. To Harry James Potter, Hermione Jean Granger  and Ronald Billius Weasley, I leave this scrapbook, an artifact very dear to my heart, in hopes to give you an insight of not only my life but to help you with your next steps necessary towards victory.” Hermione moves forward to grab the elegant scrapbook, looking more like an album, with its intricate black cover and dark emerald green ribbon on the front. The three of them looked really confused. With that, the Minister left, not before saying,

“Best of luck Mr. Potter, you will need it.”

The trio, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, sit in a circle around the living room, still puzzled by the words of Dumbledore, the Minister, and the scrapbook they had received. Hermione carefully inspects the runes on the cover, her brow furrowed in concentration. She noticed that as she tried to open the book, there was a presence of magic around it. With a flick of her wand and a whispered incantation that effortlessly flowed from her mind, the invisible lock clicks open the book. The three all glance at each other with curiosity. They eagerly flip through the pages, revealing the surprising images within.

Harry peers over Hermione's shoulder, “What do you see, Hermione?”

Hermione gasps softly, “ It's... it's a baby. But... wait, something's changing.”

Ron interrupts, “Changing? What do you mean by changing?”Hermione turns the page, and they watch as the baby's features morph into those of a young girl. “She's... she's growing older right before our eyes.”

Ron exclaims, “That's... that's incredible!”

They continue to flip through the pages, each image revealing a different moment in time. Suddenly, they come across a picture of a much younger Albus Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling with mischief.Harry says, “That’s  Dumbledore…”

Hermione turns the page again, and they see a young Gellert Grindelwald standing beside Dumbledore, their faces alight with excitement, and happiness. “It's them... when they were friends…no, wait…Do you think they were more than just friends?”

Ron replies with furrowed eyebrows, “There’s no bloody way that they could’ve been together Mione. It’s a bit hard to believe, I mean, Grindelwald was an evil wizard.” The trio falls silent as they continue to explore the scrapbook, each lost in their own thoughts, revealing images of the girl with both Albus and Gellert. Then, Hermione gasps once more, her eyes widening in surprise, as she changes the page once more.

“Look at this!” Hermione exclaims to Harry and Ron. Harry and Ron lean in to see what has caught Hermione's attention. They see the teenage girl, dressed in Slytherin robes, dancing with a young Tom Riddle.

Harry says flabbergasted and angrily, “Tom Riddle? What's he doing here?”

Hermione replies, also in an extremely surprised state, still trying to process what was in front of her, “I'm not sure, but... it looks like they're... dancing?

Ron says, “Well…quite the surprise there huh?”

Harry replies coldly, “Yeah, to say the least.” They exchange puzzled glances before turning their attention back to the scrapbook, eager to uncover more secrets hidden within its pages.

Hermione turned a couple of more pages, each with more images of the lovely young couple, until writing appeared over the next blank page. The words that appeared in front of the trio were of Dumbledore. The three read his note:

I see you have received the scrapbook I left for you. The contents of this book have much you need to know about my past, my secrets, the loves and losses that shaped my life. I was not always the wise old wizard you see before you. There was a time when I was young, foolish, and in love. I was in love with Gellert Grindelwald. He was many things. He was also brilliant, charismatic, and enchanting. We shared a bond that transcended mere friendship. We even married in secret, during a time of great turmoil. But our love was not to last. We had a child conceived by a surrogate, and bore a daughter. She was our greatest joy and our deepest sorrow. She bore the weight of our mistakes and our regrets. She was a Slytherin. She was brilliant, ambitious, and fiercely loyal. But she was also troubled, haunted by the shadows of our past. It wasn’t until she fell in love with Tom Riddle, the boy who would become Voldemort, that she found her way to regain a part of her that was lost because of me and Gellert. Their romance was nothing that I would have anticipated. I couldn’t bear to see her with a boy as troubled as her, but they prevailed. I thought he would corrupt her. She died on May 13, 1943. A casualty of a war she never chose to fight. A victim of a destiny she could not escape. A casualty by my own hand. I have learned that love is both a gift and a burden. It has the power to lift us up to the highest heights and drag us down to the darkest depths. But in the end, it is what defines us, what binds us together, even in death.

Silence descends upon the room, broken only by the soft rustle of pages as the trio processes Dumbledore's revelations, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione to grapple with the weight of his confessions.

Ron spoke first, trying to relieve the tension, “Well, uhm…who would’ve thought that Dumbledore’s daughter would be the one to make Riddle’s heart go soft?”

Hermione whacked his arm with a paper repeatedly and yelled, “Oh Ronald Weasley! This is not the time for your stupid jokes, this is serious.”

Ron replied, trying to dodge her blows, “Bloody hell woman, that hurts!” 

Harry pondered on his thoughts as Hermione and Ron were arguing. There was no way that Tom Riddle could ever love someone, there was just no way. It was truly hard for Harry to believe that the Tom Riddle-Lord Voldemort-himself was ever in love, or had a heart. Harry spoke up and exclaimed exasperatedly, “I still don’t get it. How is any of this supposed to help us? I mean even if Riddle loved Dumbledore’s daughter, she’s dead. This was just a waste.”

Just as Harry had finished his sentence, the note disappeared, and more writing came up. Hermione moved towards the book and read the writing out loud:

My daughter, while she supposedly died…I have to mention that nothing is as true as it seems. I had to protect her, or so I thought. My actions, while they may seem extreme, were important to me years ago. Now that I realize that I may have been wrong…In fact…I had taken all necessary precautions…She is…alive. The images within this scrapbook are all clues that will help you find her. They all have meaning and are small parts to the larger puzzle. I had to make sure that this scrapbook was in the right hands. Best of luck Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Ms. Granger…I will leave you with your first direct clue…her name is…Genevieve Ariana Dumbledore-Grindelwald. 

Tom Riddle Masterlist

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“Really?” she asks, unable to keep the incredulous frown from her face. “Not a single one of you?”

She’d always known logically that the other gelfling clans didn’t necessarily need to swim, but to never learn at all? It’s nearly impossible for her to wrap her head around.

Kylan, sitting with his legs crossed only a few feet away, looks sheepish as he stirs his pot of broth over the flickering embers of their campfire. “Well… no,” he says softly. “Maudra Mera taught me many things, but swimming was never one of them.”

He sounds embarrassed, as though his adopted mother’s failure to teach him basic survival skills is somehow his fault, and he expects Naia to be disappointed in him.

tagging, with no pressure to any of y'all: @vacantgodling @corvus-rose @angsty-prompt-hole @drawnecromancy @albatris @northwyrm @paradoxspir1t

[naradivision]

Miraitabi at Hogwarts

AU inspired from (and maybe coexist along) this prompt started by @uenodivision

Oh, Merlin’s Beard… Not me popping the new spin-off LMAO

Also, before we hops onto this train, let me disclaim it clearly that there are a SH*TTON of my hallucination lore below... So, please feels free to speculate XD

Yer a wizard! O’ what house are you?

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Still looking for a wand?

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Discover your Patronus —the magical guardian will guide you the way

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Disclaimer: The series “Harry Potter” belong to J.K. Rowling, and well, these headcanons of mine may not all follow to those quizzes above. And in case you’re going to try testing for multiple OCs, I suggest you to use the “Replica” link instead because the official tests are tied with the registered account (so for short it’s one account for one result from each test on official site).

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—Yuuya

5th Year Gryffindor

Wand:  Black Walnut wood, 11 inches and reasonably supple flexibility with a core that claimed to be a unicorn hair 

Patronus:  A stag

Favorite Subjects:  Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Flying

Chaser on Gryffindor Quidditch Team

Adopts a stray Siamese cat named “Ojou-chan” as his pet

Often hangs out with his bestie from Hufflepuff

Quite a humble lad but tends to get himself into troubles because his wand like to act on its own…

However, looks like lately he has been given more chances to become more and more bolder

After discovers his wand has a weird relation toward a certain ghost, he soon makes up his mind to stick with her in order to find out why —It eventually develops into his voluntary will to help her find some clue about herself though

In fact; his current wand is the second one he won from disarming a smuggler that attacked his housemate for witnessing their illegal business at Shrieking Shack during his fourth year’s Hogsmeade trip, his first wand is broken due to this incident

Actually enjoys learning about charmwork but always gaslights himself into thinking he’ll never being good at it

Burntout teenage trying to find his own Lumos

At the beginning is about to get sorted as a Hufflepuff, but unknowingly, the old hat changes its answer at the last second and tells him that —He does remind it of someone

Half-blood; never knows his father is a wizard until he revealed to him after getting a divorce from his mom

Separated from his dear sister since young, also never heard anything from her ever since

His father passed away via an accident which Yuuya forever blames himself for not being able to do anything

—Asahi

5th Year Hufflepuff

Wand:  Cedar wood with a pheonix feather core, 10 inches, and pliant flexibility

Patronus:  A corgi

Favorite Subjects:  Potions, Herbology

Yuuya’s neighbor and childhood friend

Muggle-born, thus he is super curious to explore everything in wizarding world

Very very surprise for his invitation letter to Hogwarts and even more when learning someone who is like his brother-next-door is also a wizard

His letter came in pretty late, so that’s why he has entered in the same year as his younger friend

The Headache of Potions professor because he is quite obsessed with putting things he gets interested into a pot and sees if it’s gonna work

However, funnily enough; he is scoring well on this subject because of his accidental discovery on 50+ more easier unconventional ways to formulate the same potions with the same properties

Kinda knowledgeable about plants, knowing which kind could be edible and even how to make it taste good

Very great at baking and cooking, house’s elves are losing their career

Genuinely wants to befriend Hogwarts’s elves, but the elves don’t want to befriend him because he mostly doesn’t left his chores for them to do

Have a dream to open his own sweets shop in Hogsmeade

Whenever Gryffindor has a match with other houses, you can always finds him at the front-row seat cheering for his friend —Oh, that’s maybe the reason he sometimes earns a scowl from his housemates

A loyal buddy who is happy to tag along your adventure through thicks and thins

—Saigo

Alumnus of Ravenclaw

Wand:  Sycamore wood with a unicorn hair core, 12 ¾ inches, and unyielding flexibility 

Patronus:  A red-crowned crane

Expertise:  Arithmancy, Ancient Runes

New “Studies of Ancient Runes” Professor

Graduated with the highest scores on N.E.W.T.s. in his generation

Pure-blood but he’d rather judge you by your competence

(His paternal lineage except him and his father is known for being sorted into Slytherin)

Used to be a high-level executive who oversees the business with Gringotts but later got exploited by his own family, so currently he has accepted an offer to teach at Hogwarts as some breather

His hobby is experimenting new spells from runes

Secretly have an avid interest toward artifacts from all over the world

Known for his ability to cast multiple complex and functional spells all at once

Known for his always scowling face and strict nature, but in truth, he does care a lot about his students

Tired Dad™ even if he never has kid

Likely becomes the pseudo-parent to two kids and one ghost(?) as he often runs into their shenanigans by chance

And because he is technically new to the school, he doesn’t know much about its current situation until overhearing that something has gone suspense to the point authority might allow the Auror to station at Hogwarts just in case

Soon becomes suspicious of that one ‘Sneaky Cat’ who loves to loiter around his student and gets a bit unsettled knowing the school seems likely to ignore this invader

—Ange

Hogwarts’ little ghostie

Or that’s what she believes

Transparent Genki Girl with amnesia

She is still determined to know more about her past life though

Hogwarts ghosts are pretty welcome to her arrival, they often act like her parents and even becomes supportive of her whenever she wants to kick Peeves’s ass

Oh yeah, she has a beef with Peeves (Hogwarts’s Poltergeist) since that mischief likes to harass other students out there!

With her nature of ghost, she can pass through solid objects and is unable to physically touch something —However, unlike other ghosts, she has shown to be quite expressive and had her preferences leaning more aligned to those of the mortal ones

Looks all cute and smol but isn’t so harmless due to her bizarre ability to meddle with most kinds of magic, especially the magic from that wizard boy’s wand

Claims to be able to communicate with the magic power living within each person’s wand and is super curious to know what Hogwarts students normally learn in their classes

Yuuya has speculated that she might have used to live as a very powerful witch before passing away… But, who will know the truth anyway?

From what she could utmostly recall, she had come to haunting around the fringe of Forbidden Forest without any memory until one day the little cat lead its wizard boy to come across her by chance

That day she has gained her first wizard friend who is willing to talk with her and she is very appreciative of their friendship

Really, really LOVES to talk —Can’t never seem to shut up about something that piques up her interest

Together with her now two wizard friends, she is looking forward to any journey this wicked destiny would bring to herself

—“Mr Sneaky Paw”

Alumnus of Slytherin

Wand: Pine wood and a dragon heartstring core, 12 ¾ inches, and supple flexibility

Patronus:  A black cat

Expertise:  Transfiguration, Nonverbal Spells

Cat Animagus 

Used to known as “Maverick of The House”

Half-blood but hid the fact only to let public know he is Muggle-born; guesses it’s needless to explain further ado about his reputation

A walking Marauder’s Map; already having every nook of Hogwarts mapped in his head

Secretive Bastard™ with Order of Merlin’s First-Class sass

Saigo doesn’t like him and the feelings are mutual

(His surrogate family is related to Saigo from his mother’s side and all were sorted into Ravenclaw)

Once being accused to work for Daily Prophet due to his habit to sneak around here and there but surprisingly isn’t

Here’s the second doubt for him being a Dark Arts appreciator since he seems to know a lot about it in great details —However, it’s still a mystery of which faction he truly affiliates to or why he had come to Hogwarts in the first place

Suggests “Nah we’d flee” for most fights, actually is a veteran duelist

The kind of quick caster who isn’t proficient at playing fair

Attempts to be friendly-friendly with Yuuya for unclear agenda despite their house’s enmity, he even goes as far as providing him some little helps and secretly looks out for him from the dark

...Lastly, shall we all raise our wands to pay respect for every greatest witch and wizard who had dedicated themselves to bringing this series to life...

Happy Halloween, guys 🪄

[weirdraccoon]

How would Fig put MC to bed?

That depends!

If MC is stubborn and refuses to sleep after 24 hours of adventuring or studying, Fig will add a sleeping potion to her tea and take her to bed all the while bantering with her:

MC *falling asleep while standing*: I'm no'tired.

Fig *leading her to bed*: Sure you aren't.

MC: I can still read that book.

Fig: I know, I know.

MC *is asleep before she hits the pillow*

Fig: Sweet dreams, pretty princess.

And if MC was injured in a battle and they weren't able to heal her or take her to the infirmary he'll just rock her while she falls asleep.

Fig: Now's not the time to sleep. Where's your stubborn attitude when I need it?

MC *bleeding and falling unconscious*

Fig *putting pressure on the wound and giving her the last wiggenweld potion they had*

MC *sighing in relief*

Fig *rocking her softly and humming a lullaby*

Fig: Just make sure to wake up later, all right, darling?

And then there are the more normal days when they're just following a routine.

MC: No one ever read me stories before bed.

Fig: ...

MC *puppy eyes*

Fig *rolling his eyes*: Do you know Beeddle the Bard?

MC: Of course I don't.

Fig: Right. Well here's my favorite: The Wizard and the Hopping Pot.

MC *curls up under the blanket*

Fig *reads a story while she falls asleep*

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Books, children’s stories and comics in the WW

There’s much more than just school text books in the Wizarding World, so as logical it is to assume that muggle borns read popular muggle fairytales during their childhood, it’s equally logical to think the same about magically raised children! And adults ( we known how those witches piled up for Lockharts autograph in Diagon Alley lol )

Here’s a list of wizarding books that are not Hogwarts textbooks

Children’s stories:

Tales of Beedle the Bard - book containing many wizarding fairytales. Stories in the book: The Tale of the Three Brothers‘ ; ‘The Fountain of Fair Fortune‘ ; ‘The Warlock’s Hairy Heart‘ ; ‘The Wizard and the Hopping Pot‘ ; ‘Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump‘. As Ron says his mother read the book to him when he was young.

Toadstool Tales - a series of adaptations of other works, written by Beatrix Bloxam. They contained soppy, "sanitised" versions of other works, including The Tales of Beedle the Bard, which was Mrs Bloxam's way of purifying them so as to preserve children's innocence. The book is universally loathed by wizarding children

Comics:

Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle - Ron liked these comics a lot since he had a stash of them in his bedroom

Loony Nonby v.s. Cornish Pixie - read by Dean and Harry

Fiction:

Enchanted Encounters- a series of books written by the author Fifi LaFolle

Sports:

Beaters' Bible - by Brutus Scrimgeour

Beating the Bludgers - A Study of Defensive Strategies in Quidditch - by Kennilworthy Whisp

Flying with the Cannons

Noble Sport of Warlocks - by Quintius Umfraville

Official Guide to the Quidditch World Cup

Quidditch Through the Ages - Kennilworthy Whisp

Quidditch Teams of Britain and Ireland

Wonder of Wigtown Wanderers - by Kennilworthy Whisp

A Snitch in Time

Numerology:

New Theory of Numerology

Astrology:

Atlas of Celestial Anomalies - M. P. N. Carneirus

Magical Creatures:

Aquatic Wonders of Yorkshire: A Wizard's Field Guide

Bestiarium Magicum

Children's Anthology of Monsters - Newton Scamander

Dreadful Denizens of the Deep

Enclopedia of Bat Eyes

Hoax and Dreams - Laura Thorn

House-Elves & Self-Hatred

Little People, Big Plans - Ragnok the Pigeon-Toed

Lizard's Claws From Africa

Magical Creatures (book)

Merpeople: A Comprehensive Guide to Their Language and Customs - Dylan Marwood

Most Macabre Monstrosities

Newts of Bognor - Walter Aragon

Owl Breeds

Why I Didn't Die When the Augurey Cried - Gulliver Pokeby

Which Owl? - Miranda Goshawk

You & Your Owl

Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit

Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland

From Egg to Inferno: a Dragon-Keeper's Guide

Men Who Love Dragons Too Much

A Dragon-Keeper's Guide

Book on Hippogriff-baiting

Handbook of Hippogriff Psychology

Fowl or Foul? A Study of Hippogriff Brutality

Blood Brothers: My Life Amongst the Vampires - Eldred Worple

Vampire's Monologue - Amarillo Lestoat

Hairy Snout, Human Heart - anonymous author

Hunting Werewolves

Lupine Lawlessness: Why Lycanthropes Don't Deserve to Live - Emerett Picardy

Herbology:

Encyclopedia of Toadstools

Good Gardens Guide 1990

Goshawk's Guide to Herbology - Miranda Goshawk

Magical Water Plants of the Highland Lochs - Hadrian Whittle

Magical Mediterranean Water-Plants and Their Properties

Shrubs & Trees for the Garden - Arthur Osborn

Sub-Aquatic Botanical Mysteries

Wanderings of a Tree in the Alps

Winogrand's Wondrous Water Plants - Selina Sapworthy

Charms and spells:

Book of Charms & Spells, The

Achievements in Charming

Charms for attraction - Griselda Gogh

Charms of Defence and Deterrence - Catullus Spangle

Cheering Charms

Extreme Incantations - Violeta Stitch

Chadwick's Charms: Volumes I - VII - Chadwick Boot

Advanced Charm Casting - Eulalie Hicks

Abracadabra: An A-Z of Spooky Spells

Ancient thieves' text

Basic Hexes for the Busy and Vexed

Charms of Defence and Deterrence - Catullus Spangle

Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions

Confronting the Faceless

Curses and Counter-Curses - Vindictus Viridian

Dark Arts Outsmarted

Guide to Advanced Occlumency

Jinxes for the Jinxed

Practical Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook

Practical Defensive Magic and Its Use Against the Dark Arts

Self-Defensive Spellwork

Evelyn Starling's duelling book

Updated Counter-Curse Handbook (Second Revised Edition)

Protection Charm Your Mind: A Practical Guide to Counter Legilimensy - Franciscus Fieldwake

Magick Moste Evile - Godelot

Secrets of the Darkest Art - Owle Bullock

Theories of Transubstantial Transfiguration

Transformation Through the Ages

Madcap Magic for Wacky Warlocks

Saucy Tricks for Tricky Sorts

Weird Wizarding Dilemmas and Their Solutions

Spell journall - Miranda Goshawk (spell journal only)

Book of Charms & Spells

Book of Spells - Miranda Goshawk

Easy Spells to Fool Muggles

Gilded-covered spellbook

Jiggery Pokery and Hocus Pocus - Brian Gagwilde

Slytherin's Spellbook - Salazar Slytherin

Alchemy:

Alchemy, Ancient Art and Science - Argo Pyrites

Alchemical duodecimo

Potions:

A Humble Guide for Potion Brewing You Cannot Live Without - Blossom Degrasse

Asiatic Anti-Venoms - Libatius Borage

Book of Potions - Zygmunt Budge

Have Yourself a Fiesta in a Bottle! - Libatius Borage

Moste Potente Potions

Potion Opuscule - Arsenius Jigger

Spell potions - Tim

Love Potions - Salamander

Cooking and housecare:

Charm Your Own Cheese - Greta Catchlove (revised edition by Gerda Curd)

Cooking the Muggle Way - Mordicus Egg

Enchantment in Baking

Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests - Gilderoy Lockhart

One Minute Feasts - It's Magic!

Practical Household Magic - Zamira Gulch

Divination:

Broken Balls: When Fortunes Turn Foul

Death Omens: What to Do When You Know the Worst is Coming

Omens, Oracles & the Goat - Bathilda Bagshot

Oracle of Palombo - Bathilda Bagshot

Predicting the Unpredictable: Insulate Yourself Against Shocks

The Predictions of Tycho Dodonus

Xylomancy - Selina Sapworthy

Education:

Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe

Preferred Preface for Perfect Prefects

Revision guides:

Cram It!: How to Soar on Your O.W.L.s

W.O.M.B.A.T. Revision Guide

Magical health:

Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions

Healer's Helpmate - H. Pollingtonious

Healing at Home with Herbs - Phyllida Spore

Biographies/autobiographies:

Armando Dippet: Master or Moron? - Rita Skeeter

Biography of Uric the Oddball - Radolphus Pittiman

Dumbledore's Army: The Dark Side of the Demob - Rita Skeeter

He Flew Like a Madman - Kennilworthy Whisp

Horticultural History of the Blackwood Maze

Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore - Rita Skeeter

Magical Me - Gilderoy Lockhart

My Life as a Muggle - Daisy Hookum

My Life as a Squib - Angus Buchanan

Snape: Scoundrel or Saint? - Rita Skeeter

Biography of Harry Potter - Rita Skeeter

Historical magic:

Anthology of Eighteenth Century Charms

Guide to Medieval Sorcery

Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes - E. Limus

Decline of Pagan Magic - Bathilda Bagshot

Historical wizards and witches:

Famous Fire-Eaters

Fifteenth-Century Fiends

Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century

Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy

Notable Magical Names of Our Time

Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts

Prefects Who Gained Power

Historical magical things, places and events:

Big Foot's Last Stand - Ortiz O'Flaherty

Dominating Dementors: A True History of Azkaban

Impenetrable Azkaban: The Hidden Prison to Escape in the World

Hogwarts: A History - Bathilda Bagshot

One Hundred Historical Sites from the Second Wizarding War

Perambulation of Kent

Scars of Salem: Essays on the Witch Trials of 1692 - Carlos Eduardos

Scourers and the Creation of MACUSA - Theophilus Abbot

Sites of Historical Sorcery

Triwizard Tragedies

Contemporary history:

Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century

Important Modern Magical Discoveries

Modern Magical History

Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry

Magical self-help:

Cast-a-Spell handbook

Learn Magic Fast with Kwikspell

Powers You Never Knew You Had and What To Do With Them Now You've Wised Up

Hairy Heart: A Guide to Wizards Who Won't Commit

Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches

Weird Wizarding Dilemmas and Their Solutions

Where There's a Wand, There's a Way

Wizards Are from Neptune, Witches Are from Saturn - Irsis Pius

Living With Legilimens: Choose Your Mind Wisely

Protection Charm Your Mind: A Practical Guide to Counter Legilimensy - Franciscus Fieldwake

Ancient Runes and Magical Theory:

Advanced Rune Translation - Yuri Blishen

Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms

Magical Theory - Adalbert Waffling

Manual M39h-z

Магичен Теория

Rune Dictionary

Spellman's Syllabary

Muggle Studies:

Moronic Muggles

The Muggle Conspiracy -Sinistra Lowe

Muggles Who Notice - Blenheim Stalk

The Philosophy of the Mundane: Why the Muggles Prefer Not to Know - Mordicus Egg

Quaint Muggle Machinery

When Muggles Attack - Barrett Fay

Transportation:

Handbook of Do-It-Yourself Broomcare

Fully Illustrated History of the Flying Carpet

Law:

Ancient Law

Dark Arts: A Legal Companion, The

Intricacies of Rappaport's Law, The

‎Extraordinary Trials in History

Guidelines for the Treatment of Non-Wizard Part-Humans

‎Illegal Compendium 198

‎Law and Literature

Legal Loopholes & Leprechauns

Legal Rules for Roving Sprites

Laws of Conduct When Dealing With Muggles‎

Legal Guidelines for the Manufacture of Magical Apparatus

Legislative Guide to the Proper Use of Magic

‎Magical Misdemeanours in the Modern Law

‎Magical Moral Perspective

‎Unforgivable Curses and their Legal Implications

Muggle 'Law & Order' - Complete Guide

Other books:

Animal Ghosts of Britain - Mopsy Fleabert

En Ful Flicka - Så Tuktas En Modedocka - Signe Björnberg

First Love, First Loss - Amorette Deneuve

Flap of the Cape - Abigail R. Cankus

Gateway to the Far Stars

Invisible Book of Invisibility

Mudbloods and How to Spot Them - Barrett Fay

Pure-Blood Directory

Skrifter af Knos

Study into the Possibility of Reversing the Actual and Metaphysical Effects of Natural Death, with Particular Regard to the Reintegration of Essence and Matter - by Bertrand de Pensées-Profondes

Who Am I? - Gilderoy Lockhart

[hollowwrites]

The Gardener and The Alchemist

Part 3 Garreth x MC

Summary - After the HoneyDukes Heist, Maeve and Garreth decide to hang out in their own little personal haven.

Feel free to swap Maeve with MC or Y/N

Warnings - Mentions of water and inability to swim(?), Mild spice

Word Count - 2640

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Something about the ordeal left the two of them a bit dazed. They giddily walked back, not chatting much just giggling at each other every time they made eye contact. Had they gained some sort of sugar rush from inhaling so much candy? Or was the adrenaline from nearly being mauled my dogs taking over?

Either way, once they’d hopped over the platforms once again, Garreth stopped. He peered at the fork in the dirt path. Right, lead down to Maeve and his secret spot, left lead back up to Hogwarts. He watched Maeve turn left and reached to her, catching her elbow.

“I…I don’t want to go back just yet” he murmured, a sadness taking over his features.

“Okay” she smiled “I only have History of Magic left for the day anyway. I’d rather not go” he beamed, seemingly happy she’d chose to spend time with him instead of her valuable education.

“Shall we visit The Docks then, my dear?” He offered her his hand and she took eagerly.

The Docks was the name they ironically gave to the makeshift camp they created by the waters edge. A few conjured crates, a battered sofa and a large chest made up their safe haven. A liberal amount of magic held the structure together lest it float away to bob around the small pond. The familiar deep blue swirl of Maeves ancient magic wove through the crates making them sturdy under their combined weight.

There were telltale spots of both of their influences.

A small ‘portable’ potion station had settled into the dirt over time. Various cushions and blankets lay strewn across the floor around it for when Garreth fidgeted during his experimentations.

Terracotta pots of a multitude of different sizes for an array of plants sat upon every available surface, including the cushions of the sofa. Some muggle plants and some wizarding, the former thriving under the influence of her ancient magic. No need for sun down here!

As Garreth made himself comfortable, he casually tossed some ingredients into a cauldron and flicked his wand. The tiny flame beneath the pot started to simmer under the unknown concoction.

Satisfied with his addition, Garreth sat down at the water edge, removing his shoes and socks and rolled his trousers up. Maeve added their discarded robes and her own shoes to the growing pile of clothing near the chest. He kicked at the water as his feet dangled over the edge.

“Well…That was exhilarating” he grinned

“More like terrifying” she said lowering herself next to him. Tucking her feet underneath his thigh, she hugged her knees, peering at him from over her arms.

“I don’t know… it had its benefits” he winked thinking back to the feel of her hand upon his chest, how she wiggled against his hips unknowingly “Speaking of, I feel like I should apologise.”

“Apologise? For what”

“I…may have over stepped. I’m sorry if I…touched you inappropriately” his eyes looked anywhere but her direction.

“I…dont think you did” Meave looked genuinely confused. She thought back. He’d held her waist? But that was nothing. Yes she liked the feeling but it was nothing inappropriate. Her thoughts were, but that wasn’t his fault. “No you were a perfect gentlemen”

“I had my hands wrapped around your waist? Thats not…are you okay with that?” He looked at her, finally, eyebrow cocked.

“Erm…” her face burned red “Yeah that’s er…fine with me”

He smirked but his cheeks were matching hers. She cleared her throat

“So long as I’m not going to get a Diffindo to the back from Ominis, I’m good if you are.”

“Diffindo? Why would he do that?” She asked truly baffled at the direction the conversation had taken.

“You know…some guys get very protective of their partners, I’m just happy he still lets us hang out. I know I can be a bit…much with you so-“

“Woah slow down… You think me and Ominis are together?”

“Yes?” He questioned, now confused himself

“Ha! No Garreth!” She chuckled to herself at the idea.

“Oh…so Sallow?”

“No I’m not with anyone, Weasley” she laughed throwing his sock at him.

“Oh…” he looked off to nothingness, like he was connecting the dots to something in his head “OH!” He smiled “So they’re single are they?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. She rolled her eyes so hard it almost gave her a headache.

“Please, you’d have to break them apart first before you even stood a chance with either of them”

“I think I could do it, you know. Just flash them these babies and they’d be crawling over each other to get a taste” he puffed his chest out and flexed, his biceps pushing against the fabric of his sleeves. They already fit him snug, so the addition of his flexing left the material looking strained. She made a conscious effort not to gawk at him, fusing her mouth shut in a flat straight line.

“Get over yourself, Weasley” she pushed on his arm as he continued his posing, unaware how close to the edge of the dock he sat.

With the tiniest of knocks from Maeve he went tumbling into the water, he completely disappeared as he was submerged under the water.

“Garreth!”

See…now this is why I don’t swim. That is far deeper than it looks

A second later, he remerged, soaked through. His hair lay flat against his head and face. His fingers reaching up to part his hair down the middle, her eyes met with his own, and all she could see…was murder.

“Garreth…I’m sorry” she held her hands out in surrender “I didn’t realise you were so close to the edge I-“

“You are…so dead” he said flatly, before grabbing her ankles and softly tugging her towards the edge

“NO, no Garr please…it was an accident” she begged, her hands pushing against his shoulders, desperate to keep the distance between them…and herself on the dock.

“I’m sorry it’s too late…my day is ruined so…now it’s your turn” the curl of his lip was sinister as he waded closer to the dock and yanked at her ankles.

“GarrETH!” She squealed almost with glee, her giggles taking over any annoyance she may have had. “You can’t!”

Garreth just gave her a look. His eyes screaming: You can do better than that.

“Give me exactly one good reason why I shouldn’t” he demanded, ceasing his tug of war but not releasing her ankles.

“I…soggy socks are the worst” she stated matter of factly.

“Ah…you are correct there” he said looking up at her with a twinkle in his eye.

That’s when his fingers moved slowly up her calves his thumb brushing over her shin. They crept further and further up, his body manoeuvring between her legs as he went.

Garreth stared up at her, watching her closely as his fingers followed the outline of her stockings. His smile faltered, taking his lip between his teeth in an attempt to distract himself from what he was doing.

It was a fools errand.

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her, ignoring the way the flesh of her thighs spilled between his fingers as he readjusted her in his arms.

“Do you trust me?” he said softly, his voice husky and barely above a whisper.

“Yes…” she breathed, though right then in that moment she didn’t know why.

He was touching her unlike anyone ever had.

He was pulling her into unknown depths she knew she couldn’t recover from.

He was looking at her with eyes she couldn’t recognise but…enjoyed.

Everything screamed at her to not trust him.

But this was Garreth.

She trusted no one more.

With one achingly slow move, his hands were behind her, lifting her effortlessly into the air. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he stepped back and lowered her slowly into the water, his fingers digging into her skin.

For safety purposes, obviously

Her breath caught and she gasped as the ice cold water lapped at her legs, her giggly laughter getting ripped from her.

“You…” a shiver shoots up her spine as her body acclimatises to the temperature “…you remember I can’t swim right?”

“I remember…” he says softly “…I’ve got you”

His voice was unlike she’d ever heard it. All traces of his impish and cheeky behaviour had vanished. Like all humour and teasing had been Obliviated from him and what was left was his kind hearted nature and…something husky and low she couldn’t recognise.

Those bright emerald eyes traced down her body as he shifted her to get a better grip of her. They seemed to loiter over her for longer than necessary.

Then when he looked up he was grinning from ear to ear. The spark of Garreth seemingly returning.

“Don’t think I’d let you drown, do you?”

“Well no…but anything could be down here. You could get distracted” she teases.

“The only thing that runs the risk of distracting me down here is you” he jostled her in the water almost to prove his point. The sudden cold splash of water up her lower back, saved her from the impending blush that crept up her neck

“Besides we’ve been down here for almost three years, I’ve been down here longer and the only creatures I’ve ever seen down here is that family of toads across the way…” he tilts her in the direction of the small alcove on the opposite side to them “…though I haven’t seen them for a while” he mutters.

“Murkys’ family? Oh no I hope he’s okay” Maeve fusses, wiggling about in his arms to crane her neck towards the tiny coast.

“Murky? Of course you named it” he chastised lightly, shaking his head and laughing

“Him. He has dark purple spots on his back, male of the species” she pushes an imaginary pair of glasses up her nose and bobbles her head haughtily.

“Oh shut up…” he grins devilishly and bends his knees, lowering himself and her into the water.

Maeve screamed bloody murder at the sudden assault of water. She felt it slither down the folds of her shirt, down the back of her skirt and other places unspeakable in polite conversation.

When he lifts her back up, all the while chuckling loudly, he noticed the way her white shirt conforms to her body. He fought the urge to wrap his hands around her tiny waist, feel the course cotton of her shirt slide over her skin. Her pale skin was clearly visible under her clothes, the white addition of her shirt making her look paler, if that was even possible.

And somehow the water had agitated her perfume. Or her scent in general.

All he could smell was the subtle lavender of her hair that seemed to linger around her neck. The floral undertones of her clothes wrapped him in a warm blanket. He almost forgot he was stood in freezing water.

His senses were overloaded by her.

Her sharp gasping and laughter that shook her chest, wasn’t helping his current situation. He became suddenly very aware of where his hands were. Just a couple of inches up, a simple slide over her stockings, and his fingers would be buried within a larger more ample explanation of flesh.

Shaking his head clear of such lewd thoughts only meant when his eyes open once again, he was greeted with more…

He saw the darker divot of her belly button, the small ridges of her ribs and up to the supple curve of her…

His eyes snapped back up to face and he silently thanked Merlin that she was wrapped around his waist and not his hips…

“Now that I know I no longer need to contend with Ominis…” He whispered, looking up at her through amber lashes.

“…it’s just you that stands in my way…”

“What do you mean?” She said as her laughter from the waters assault died down.

“Me and you…we should go somewhere”

“You mean like a…” her chest grew tight.

Surely he didn’t mean…a date.

Her hands gripped his shoulders harder and she leant into him. The chuckle that left his chest now low, more like a grumble, but the curve of his lips indicated just how pleased he was with the evenings turn.

“I mean like a gold old fashioned courtly ritual m’lady.” He tips her whole body as though she were a hat, causing more giggles to topple from her lips “See if this is just friendship…or more”

“What if….” She whispered, summoning all the confidence she could “…what if I already know…that I want more”

Garreth barked one singular laugh and shook his head incredulously.

With one long stride, he waded through the water and pressed her back into the dock. His one arm reached underneath her, freeing his other to snake up her back and cup the back of her neck.

Then his lips were on her.

They were warm and soft and everything her current environment wasn’t. But that all melted away when his lips slid over hers parting slightly as he moved back towards her. Her breathe washed over him and he realised…her mouth was open too. Panting and breathing into him, moving closer to claim his lips as much he claimed hers.

When her legs tightened around him, he trusted she wouldn’t fall and pressed further into her body, his other hand joining his first to cup her cheek.

Well…didn’t trust. More like his body acted on primal instinct and he could no longer control himself.

Each of her soft curves pressed into him as he pinned her to the dock.

And when her cold fingertips graced his neck, he snapped.

A low growl rolled from his chest and he quickly gripped her thighs once more, lifting her up and back onto the dock.

She yelped softly but shuffled back, looking down at Garreth. His clothes soaked through, clung to every muscle she could have only imagine before. She now saw them, tensing and rippling as he lifted himself from the water, the droplets falling from each strand of hair and his nose.

He climbed over her, eyes dark.

“I can’t believe this whole time, there was no one stopping me from doing this…and yet I didn’t” that husky quality to his voice was back again.

“You assumed” she teased

“I did…” he admitted “…you just…spend a lot of time with them”

“I spend more time with you”

“My apologises, you make it difficult to think when I’m around you. Make the obvious a bit harder to see”

How sweet

She reached towards his chest. She wanted to feel his warm lips again, especially now out of the water, the drafty air of the One Eyed Witch Passageway now prickling her skin. As her arm looped around his neck, she shivered, violently.

Her chuckled.

“Let’s go…we should get you somewhere warm before you catch a cold” he leant back onto his knees and stood, offering her a hand to stand back up. His hand was still somehow warm. And he seemed completely unfazed by his sodden clothes.

He pulled her onto her feet and gathered their belongings, pulling her robes around her and added his own on top of that. She smiled up at him, pulling both robes around her shoulders, the red of his robes hood added a crimson under glow to her features. She looked as though she was blushing as much as she did when his hands slid up her legs. His fingers digging into-

Stop

“Come on…I’ll walk you to your common room” he whispered.

He bent to sniff at the cauldron he had half-heartedly thrown ingredients into earlier.

The almost overwhelming smell of Lavender, Various flora and HoneyDukes filled his nose, stronger than it ever had.

It was definitely her.

Always her

Masterlist

[froghat1745]

OC INTRO: Idina Black-Maccallan

Dina at 24

Dina at 15

✮ Likes ✮

▸ Potions

▸ Radiohead/Green day

▸ Flower stamping

▸ Strawberry milkshakes

▸Daisies

▸Emily Carr paintings

▸ Vanilla scented bubble bath

▸ Chocolate Hazelnut tea

꒰ dislikes ꒱

▸ History of magic class

▸ Pumpkin Juice

▸ Pansy Parkinson

▸ Open toed shoes

▸ Parsnips

▸ Classical music

▸ Quidditch boys

▸ Rain storms

▸ Harry potter

▸ Mulled Wine

❝do I hate Harry Potter? What kind of ridiculous question is that? Of course i don't hate some 12 year old kid! I mean.. maybe i think he's little selfish and entitled and self centered and air headed, maybe possibly a little overzealous if i'm being honest.. and- well- maybe I don't completely understand why the weasleys seem to faint at the sight of him and fawn over watching him eat his bloody marmalade toast at the breakfest table when they've been icing Percy out since he was 4.. but i dont hate the kid. Honest!❞ - Dina Black

꒰ hobbies ꒱

▸ Potion Making

▸ Flower printing

▸ Annotating classic literature

꒰ habits ꒱

▸ Nail biting

▸ Nose scrunching

▸ Nervous fabric pulling

꒰ Phobias ꒱

▸ Dolores Umbridge

▸ Abandonment

▸ the Dark

꒰ Boggart ꒱

▸ Dolores umbridge

꒰ mental disease(s) ꒱

▸ OCD

▸ GAD

▸ CPTSD

▸ Misophonia

▸ Depressive disorder

❝ Sometimes it can begin to feel like I'm living someone's to-do list, But I haven't quite figured out who's yet. All I know is that they need to stop adding items already cause I'm about bloody finished with all this fuss❞ - Dina Black

꒰ Physical health issues ꒱

▸ Chronic Migraines

▸ Obscurus

▸ POTS

┈─ backstory.

TW: Mentions of Abuse, Torture, Abdonment, and Death.

Born in Tunbridge Wells as the result of an unfortunate but passion filled post 1st wizarding war one night stand, to fathers, Flirty, Rebellious, and Smooth Aruor in training Sirius Orion Black (AMAB), and Inquisitive, stern, and burnt out Child Psychologist Leo George Maccallan (FTM) Dina, originally named Idina Stells Black-Maccallan, came to be.

Despite their situation, the two men tried their best to raise the girl together in what they had collected of themselves after the war, along with the money Leo made working as a child psychologist in london. The two, despite being significantly grief striken after the passing of their friends Lily Evans and James Potter, attempted to give Dina the best life possible, each coming from broken homes themselves. Leo having lost his parents at age 13 to a home break in turned murder, and having spent most of his teenage years with his abusive death eater uncle. and Sirius having been disowned at 16 by his mother and father and having couch hopped since than from place to place.

But shortly after Dina's turned 2, Sirius was arrested on suspicion of several 2nd degree murder charges in a local muggle village, in correlation with recent fraternization with the dark lord. Leo, suspecting foul play given the blurry details of Lily and James's death, decided to flee the country to Quebèc Canada in order to prioritize his own safety, where he picked back up his practice in developmental child psychology in a local muggle town called Trois-Rivières.

Unfortunately for a young, now 3 year old Dina, Leo figured the fast paced and dangerous move would be too traumatizing and decided to leave her on the doorstep of her grandmother and Leo's mother in law, Walburga Black. In the hopes the woman would agree to raise the young girl in place of her own parents. Giving Dina the opportunity to attend Hogwarts and have a semi normal life.

Reluctantly, she was welcomed into the home on the condition that Leo agreed never to send letters or attempt to get back in touch with her ever again. Leaving her raising completely up to the discretion of Orion and Walburga. Leo, fearful of the circumstances that await him or his daughter if whomever was after former members of the order found him or her, agreed. From then on, Dina was raised nurtured and mothered by her paternal grandmother, who, despite a slight aversion to Dina's half blood identity, kept up her end of the bargin, keeping Dina fed, warm, and relatively safe.

As she grew, Walburga attempted to raise a good, stern, disaplined child, as she had always hoped Sirius might be. Viewing the unfortunate nature of Leo's quick departure as an opportunity to redo her parenting challenges over again. This time successfully.

And though Dina was no slovenly family disappointment with a desire to antagonize Walburga and run off to fraternize with unlikeable people, as her father had once down in the eyes of her grandmother. She was no highborn pearly white lady. And eventually, Dina ended up in relatively the same position as Sirius. Constantly fighting her grandmother on every matter. Rather it was the style that her messy curls sat in, or the cut of her dress, down to the way she smiled in front of guests at expensive suppers.

That was of course, when she saw her grandparents, because, despite living in the house with Walburga and Orion, Dina didn't actually have any real solidified parental connections, as her grandmother was always away at pureblood charity events she wasnt premitted to attend, and her Grandfather worked a fast paced job as an accountant for the ministry that took up the majority of his time. Leaving her alone in the empty manor without even a house elf to occupy her time, and with ample time to explore the manors lush gardens full of different plants and herbs, Dina discovered she liked creating potion recipes that she documented inside a small notebook of hers with the help of dusty and outdated potions textbooks belonging to her late uncle Regulus that she had found in the attic.

Walburga, witnessing her granddaughters talent, Owl'd professor Severus Snape, the potions professor at Hogwarts, immediately. Spitting words a mile a minute about the tales of her granddaughters abilities and possible genius. demanding he tutor her ASAP to make the best of her gift. Snape, seeing potential in the girl, agreed to do so on the condition that she was truly serious about her interest in potions, as he intended to work her hard.

Thus, Dina began her mentorship under Snape, which extended to a classroom when she began her education at Hogwarts, a place full of fresher ingredients not hand picked from the comparatively measly garden of 12 grimmauld place. she spent long, tiring, and tedious days chopping, collecting, cataloging, and grinding herbs. Than as she learned to adapt to labour, eventually Snape helped her to tweak each recipe she had once comprised to be written correctly to create soild potions, than by her 3rd year, how to brew, settle, and cataloge them each properly. And before long, after successfully brewing a handy solution for stress migraines, she had written at age 10 during a sunny Saturday and distributing it to an exhausted and achey 5th year boy during his O.W.L exams. the new hot word on the street was that Dina Black was a potions prodigy. Dina quickly learned by the hand of Snape to brew more and more advanced potions. And could practically whip up anything in a matter of hours by request. Which she used to gain sutible favor with her peers, who had otherwise thought she was rather odd, being so close to Hogwarts' least favorite cranky professor. But now, people flocked to her to gain advantages from her talent, if they needed anything from a fake sickness brew, to a sleeping drought, down to a simple love potion, she guaranteed they could have it.

In the late months of her 3rd year, during a crisp rainy night walk to collect pussywillows by the black lake for a menstrual cramp potion, Dina met Percy Wealsey. Initially finding the Gryffindor head boy's pompous personality a little bit jarring as he scolded her about her late night escapades and the importance of a good night's sleep. Though it seemed Dina came around to his authoritative disposition and even found it alurring. Giving the boy a piece of sweet honeysuckle bread that had been baked for her by a hufflepuff boy in exchange for a remedy she brewed him for stinky feet, along with a smile and an offer to sit with her under the stars. And it wasn't long before the two became quick friends, no potion necessary, the two sharing a mutual understanding about the unfairness of life. And even sooner, the two became inseparable. Dina finally had a true friend in this world who didn't want her for her potions expertise. And by extension, she gained new friends through Percy's alibet small, band of misfits.

In the spring of Dina's 5th year, to her shock and eventual dispair, she recieved unfortunate news via Owl that her grandmother Walburga had passed away in her sleep from unknown causes, and her Grandfather Orion had left the country without another word to compensate for his dispair. Not even leaving a letter to Dina to suggest he cared to know how she was doing about the situation. Thus, as a minor, she became professor Snapes "problem" as the minstry put it. And guardianship of her and her subsequent very large inherentence was immediately transferred to him until her 19th birthday, when she could access the fortune her grandparents had left for her and her only living relative Nymphadora tonks, whom she'd never even met.

By the time Dina was in her 6th year, and had gained significant traction with her peers as a result of her love for Potions. Harry potter had also found and embraced his quick claim to fame, to the disdain of Dina, who hated the lad and thought he was rather selfish and entitled. And with his reign of worship, Harry brought Dolores Umbridge, a local, less than complimentary member of the ministry of magic. Who Dina discovered hated her guts with a burning passion.

Dolores made claims that Dina was, for a member of such an esteemed family, unfocused, unmotivated, unladylike, and exactly like the pathetic man who had fathered her. Umbridge's disdain for Sirius extended beyond snickering at the unfortunate nature of his arrest, shivering at the mention of his name, or even, the most average reaction as of late, which was bringing up the truth of his own hogwarts legacy. Umbridge took her hatred a step furthur, with the antagonistic torture of Dina, day in and day out. Umbridge made it her personal mission to make Dina remember her 5th year, keeping her awake into the night with back breaking dententions than publicly humiliating her in class for dozing off, crude comments about Dina's appearance, laugh, promiscuity, fashion sense, and classwork, sending her to fetch things in the muddy rain, spending weeks locked in her room without suppee, punishing her now boyfriend Percy, the school goody two shoes, for doing absolutely nothing, just to piss Dina off, and eventually subjecting her to repeated use of the blood quill on just about every surface of her body.

And as a result of all the stress and emotional repression she faced for months at a time, Dina adapted a severe obscurus, leading to a emotional and very dangerous break down in the grand hall of hogwarts, where she severely injured several of her peers and herself, which led to her eventual hospitalization at St. Mungos in May of her 6th year. Where, after her recovery 8 months later, in January of her 7th year, she was ordered to cease her mentorship with Professor Snape and focus on relieving any significantly stressful aspects of her daily routine, permanently effected by her new affliction.

As a result of her new found fear of her obscurus and of Professor Umbridge, she did not return to Hogwarts to graduate and instead took up a job as a cataloging assistant for the minstrys library, as a favor from Percy. Where she works to rebuild her strength and esteem in herself with the help of the love of her life, who supports her every step of the way. But in 1997, during the death eaters invasion of the minstry, Dina was captured by Barty Crouch Jr during a raid, where she was harshly interrogated with intense demands to disclose her biological fathers whereabouts, since his prison escape in Dina's 5th year.

There, she is subjected to traumatizing endeavors daily and spends her nights as a prisoner of both Lord voldemort and her obscurus. Transitioning between self harm caused by scrapes, scratches, rashes, brushes, cuts, and welts caused by the obscurus's desire to take over and cause debilitating insanity, and lashings, curses, busted lips, broken body parts, dehydration and starvation as a result of the death eaters cruel games for control.

After 2 years of traumatizing interrogation, she is found, albeit beaten, dirtied, and broken, during an attempt from the order to find and save her former classmate Luna Lovegood who was captured several months after Dina by Fenrir Greyback. Where Neville Longbottom, a childhood friend of hers, helps to bring Dina to the orders safe house at 12 grimmauld place where she is given room to recover from the entire ordeal under the protection of Dumbledores army. There, she finally comes face to face, thanks to a now shaken and Anti-Ministry Percy, with teary eyed news of Snapes death and the details of what he disclosed during his final moments. Including words spoken about Dina's location at Malfoy Manor and what time was best to strike and bring her to safety. However the positives of the situation may appear. Dina, in her attempt at recovery, is forced to come to terms with the reality that her mentor and father figure is gone. And did not get an opportunity to see the wars end.

Soon after, she and Percy decide, shaken up from the trauma of her long and tiresome isolation at Malfoy manor, to follow in Bill's footsteps and get married, in case something happens to one of them again before the war ends. And after a small but comforting wedding, in her childhood home of 12 grimmauld place, the two are one, and Percy Weasley becomes Percy Black.

Finally, when the war is over, and all is done. As Dina and Percy recover from the trauma of the entire experience together and catch their breath, they decide, with Percy having no desire to rekindle any connections with his family, after numerous altercations resulting in a practically nonexistent relationship, and Snape, being the closest thing Dina had left to family, having passed himself in 1998. The two decide to move to Wales into a small humble sea side house they purchase with Dina's inheritance. Where they shortly after settle down and have triplet daughters whom they name Ally, Penny, and Madeline.

Percy, having made up his mind about the ministry of magic during the last moments of the war, deciding to stay closer to home to take care of his new daughters, taking up a postion at the local library as a librarian. Dina runs, and quickly gets elected as assistant minister to newly elected Minister of magic Kingsley Shaklebolt, where she begins to assist in cleaning up the remnants of the war and helping people get back to normal.

There, she searches in the minstry archives where she discovers Leo's telephone number. And alibetly reluctantly gives him a call, hoping that finally, they can reconnect and make things right. And soon after, Leo travels to Wales to meet his granddaughters and his now 24 year old daughter. And is able to form a connection with his family. And even teach Dina about her Latina culture, his side of the family, how to cook his mothers and grandmothers traditional dishes, and how to speak Spanish. which she immediately teaches how the girls to speak.

❝I just want to know if everything is gonna be okay this time. Not even for me, for my daughter's.. I need to know that when the sun peeks out again for a moment, they won't find their eyes too teary and puffy to see beauty in a world i built for them from my own tears and pain❞ -Dina Black.

relationships. [ ] ❜៹

꒰ Father ꒱

▸ Leo maccallan

꒰ Father ꒱

▸ Sirius Black

꒰ Friends ꒱

▸ Percy Weasley

▸ Oliver Wood

▸ Neville Longbottom

▸ Lavender Brown

꒰ Partner ꒱

▸ Percy Weasley

꒰ Children ꒱

▸ Ally Black - Daughter

▸ Madeline Black - Daughter

▸ Penelope Black - Daughter

꒰ Nationality ꒱

-Welsh

꒰ Race ꒱

▸ Bi-Racial- Latina/Filipina

❝I'm more associationally Latina. I don't know how to speak spanish. I've never known how to speak spanish. My culture just feels like a messy blur to me. I know it exists because I have eyes to see I am tanner than other children, but no one seems to want to talk about it. Like it's just a thing we don't acknowledge and we don't acknowledge that we dont acknowledge it. My grandma says Spanish is the language of my other grandmother. My muggle grandmother. And thus it wouldn't be proper to learn it, like acknowledging a part of her is in me somewhere and yelling to the whole world that i am a Halfblood. Leo just up and fucking left and took all the knowledge of who i really am with him in his dumb satchel bag that night. And even Professor Snape admits, he doesn't seem interested in getting involved in my self-discovery. He claims he never paid enough attention to Leo when he spoke Spanish as a lad to teach me, and he figures it'd be a bother from my studies anyways. So I just play along with their game and just pretend i'm not Latina❞ - Dina Black

┈─ theme song(s).

(Partial creation credit to @pink-sunrise-56)

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My Opinions and Interpretations of "The Tales Of Beedle The bard"

Introduction:

"The Tales Of Beedle The Bard", is a collection of stories written for young witches and wizards. They have been popular bedtime reading for centuries, with the result that the Hopping Pot and the Fountain of Fair Fortune are as familiar to many students at Hogwarts as Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty are to Muggle children. Beedle's stories resemble our fairy tales in many respects; for instance, virtue is usually rewarded, and wickedness punished. However, the is one very obvious difference. In Muggle fairy tales, magic tends to lie at the root of the hero's or heroin's troubles - the wicked witch has the poisoned apple, or put the princess into a hundred-year's sleep, or turned the prince into a hideous beast. I'm the takes of Beedle the bard, on the other hand, we met heros and heroins who can perform magic themselves, and yet find it just as hard to solve their problems as we do. Beedle's stories have helped generations of Wizarding parents this painful fact of life to their young children,that magic causes as much trouble as it cures.

Another notable difference between these games and their Muggle counterparts is that Beedle's witches are much more active in seeking their fortunes than our fairy-tale heroins. Asha, Altheda, Amata, and Babbitty Rabbity are all witches who take their fates into their own hands, Rather than taking a prolonged nap or waiting for someone to return their list shoe. The exception to this rule, the unarmed maiden of The Warlock's Hairy Heart, acts more like our idea of a storybook princess, but there is no happily ever after at the end of her tale. Beedle the Bard lived in the fifteenth century, and much of his life remains shrouded in mystery. We know he was born in Yorkshire and the only surviving Woodcut shows that he had an exceptionally luxuriant beard. If his stories accurately reflect his opinions, me Rather liked Muggles, whom he regarded as ignorant rather than malevolent; he mistrusted Dark Magic, and he believed that the worst recess of Wizardkind sprang from the all-too-human traits of cruelty, apathy, it arrogant misapplication of their own talents. The heros and heroins who triumph in his stories are not this with the most power-full magic, but rather those who demonstrate the most kindness, common sense, and ingenuity. One modern-day wizard who held very similar views was, of course, Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Order of Merlin (first class), Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Chief Warlock of the Winzengamot. The similarity of outlook notwithstanding, it was a surprise to discover a set of notes on The Tales of Beedle the Bard among the many papers that Dumbledore left in his will to the Hogwarts Archives. Whether this commentary was written for his own satisfaction or for future publication, we shall never know; however, we have been been graciously been given permission by Professor Minerva McGonagall, now Headmistress of Hogwarts, to print Professor Dumbledore's notes here, alongside a brand new translation of The Tales by Hermione Granger. We hope that that Professor Dumbledore's insights, which include observations on Wizarding history, personal reminisces, and information on key elements of each story, will help a new generation of both Wizarding and Muggle readers appreciate The Tales of Beedle the Bard. It the belief of ash who knew him personally that Professor Dumbledore would have been delighted to lend his his support to this project, given that all royalties are to be donated to the Children's High Level Group, which works to benefit children in desperate need of a voice. It seems only right to make one small, additional comment on Professor Dumbledore's note. As far as we can tell, the notes were completed around eighteen months before the tragic events at the top of Hogwarts's Astronomy Tower. Those familiar with the history of the most recent Wizarding war (everyone who has read all seven volumes on the life of Harry Potter for instance) will be aware that Professor Dumbledore reveals a little less than he knows - or suspects - about the final story on this book. The reason for any omission lies, perhaps, in what Dumbledore said about truth many years ago, to his favorite and most famous pupil; "It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution." Weather we are with him or not, we can perhaps excuse Professor Dumbledore for wishing to protect future readers from the temptations to which he himself has taken prey, and for which he payed so terrible a price.

-J.K Rowling, 2008 (from the official Tales Of Beedle The Bard by J.K Rowling)

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The Wizard and the Hopping Pot

The Wizard and the Hopping Pot https://ift.tt/jhPfpAO by AmethystMoons This is a short scene in a short fic idea I have. PLEASE NOTE: This is not a full story so it may feel incomplete... because it is lol. In this scene, Draco is trying to figure out a way to tell Hermione something important. Something that she should probably already know but for some reason, she doesn't. It's told in Hermione's POV. At some point, I will post the full story, I already have most of it plotted out, I'm just not sure exactly when I'll get a chance to write it all out. Words: 1486, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Fluff, Established Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Married Life, Moving, Book: The Tales of Beedle the Bard, Facebook: Dramione Fanfiction Writers, Dramione Fanfiction Writers's Deal or No Deal Challenges 2024, Drabble, Unreliable Narrator via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/Cn48rJZ September 01, 2024 at 05:57AM

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🍹🦦 Otters Fizzy Orange Juice 🦦🍹is found in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes but it's also an appetizing drink sold in Universal Studio's Leaky Cauldron and Hopping Pot. I really love this design.

Note for size reference that the side of the squared label measures 2.5 in. aprox.

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I love his voice and it is better as he tell me for folktale 😻🐣🍼☕🍭🥞🍫🍰🍬🐦

Source: @missivesmanaged on tiktok. Thank you sweety 🐣🍬🐝🍧🍨🍦

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On The Threshold

who: open where: the hopping pot / diagon alley when: may 2nd, 1982

Those who wore their hearts proudly on their sleeves were considered fools in Severus’ mind. Those who could not control their emotions; were easily provoked; wallowed in painful memories. It made it all the easier to twist and contort the mind. Especially in dark times such as the one Severus found himself smack-dab in the middle, now.  In times where a powerful, dark wizard has a tight grip on many fates. Including his own.

‘I don’t need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!’

His own words echoed in his mind, but had to quickly push them out. Severus would not let himself be weak. As if out of a daze, the young man shook his head and memory from his mind and noticed one of his journals open on the table. The page itself, had spinets of sentences; unable to be complete; the whole page rendered incoherent. Gulping, his eyes flickered towards his hot toddy, still being stirred by the spoon he had cast a small spell on, and closed the little book. He only looked up when he felt a presence near him.