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cherry-pop-elf · 1 month

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Hoof Race

Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Can be read as platonic

I’m going through ALOT because of a dickwad of a piano teacher. So imma just project and vent here. I love piano, but I don’t love the piano teacher. My own personal Umbridge. Bleck. So it’s gonna be sloppily written, projective, just. I’m going through a lot right now. A lot a lot.

Summary: Your first detention with Umbridge. Needless to say, very traumatizing. At least you have a pair of red heads to comfort you. Along with formed an escape plan to get you out of there. With some help

Warnings: Umbridge, scars, blood, depression, anxiety, stress, crying, trauma, Umbridge being Umbridge. Physical Violence against Reader from Umbridge, Humanism(Racism against other species) Surprise Guest Appearance for the Book Lovers from one of our favorite Divination Teachers

“Where is our little lab rat?” Fred huffed, as he was looking around for you. With George trailing behind. Looking in all the directions that Fred wasn’t looking. You had promised to meet them at Hagrid’s to test out a new product to help with calming animals. Something that was more so a Comission’s for Hagrid than anything else. Would be a nice little treat. Tea, fang, and laughter. Just one problem. Where are you?

“Should have never given Harry that map.” George would grumble, as he was getting worried now. Where were you? You aren’t one to break a promise. Especially to miss out on hanging with Hagrid. Who wants to purposely avoid a cozy evening with him? Especially since the twins had hoards of candy to share. If you missed a treat like that, it has to be beyond your control.

“Checked the dorm, checked Myrtle, checked the Requirement’s, checked the green house-“ The twins would finish each others sentences, as they walked. Trying so hard to think of where you could be. That’s when they stopped infront of the Defense Room Doors. They were open, but the office door was closed. They slowly looked to each other, before bolting inside.

“But Miss Umbridge, it hurts-!” They heard you shout, now that they were pressing their ears to the door. “It’s not suppose to feel good, darling. I should have expected such idiocy from someone who found it wise to speak out of turn-“ Umbridge would huff, as her heels could be heard pacing. A mixture of sharp clicks, and your hiccups.

“Mr. Firenze is not a THING-!” You snapped, only for a sharp smack to echo in the room. Made the twins wince, as you hiccuped again. “That beast is indeed that. Why defend that vile creature, when it even identifies itself as a beast-? Hm? Shouldn’t expect much from an idiotic child like yourself.” She lectured on.

“What do we do?” George whispered to Fred. What could they do? She was still a professor after all. Regardless, they had to do something. Anything. SOMETHING. They had to think fast, before you got even more hurt. Or worse. Expelled.

“Twins-?” A voice called itself, making the duo look over. The familiar blonde hair, and clips of hoof steps, made it clear who it was. Their newest teacher, given Umbridge very literally fired their old one. What a god send, as the twins were able to hatch a plan.

“Please please-“ They made praying hand gestures, as they pointed at her door. Making dramatic movements to try and convey they needed a distraction. Not wanting to get detention next. Never thought detention could be worse than anything Snape could offer.

The echo of another slap was what made the ever calm teacher connect the dots. Oh how he dispised such treatment. It was inhuman. That’s saying something from a man who used to live with trantulas the size of buildings. He would quickly motion for the red heads to quickly go hide under the stairs, before he cleared his throat.

“Mistress Umbridge? I need to speak with you about a matter at hand-!” He called, with a hoof stomp for added volume. The duo was quick to run under the stairs, and narrowly miss her gaze. An ever-plastered fake smile was on her lips, as she would walk down the stairs. A twitch to her eye was given, as she was now forced to speak to the centaur.

"Yes, Firenze? Whatever could you need at this late hour?" She asked, while the twins were quick to rush into the classroom. Left quite a sight. There you were, with bloody hands. To bloody to even make out what scars she had to make your write this time. Along with a firm bruise on your cheek, from her had no less. They were enraged, to put it lightly. This was the last time she would ever do this. That was their promise.

They were quick to your side, as you wrapped your arms around them. Your savior. "She just kept insulting him, and it wasn't right. He's a good teacher-" You would sniffle, as George would use his wand to try and clean your hands. He sneered at the words on your skin. Busy with tending to your immediate wounds, as Fred tried to calm you down and explain the plan.

"WAIT WAIT-I UH-I AM JUST A CENATUR! A WITCH LIKE YOURSELF KNOWS MORE THE I!" Firenze shouted, making the twins realize their time was running out. "Just be quiet, and follow our lead-" Fred just said, and you listened. Typical behavior, after all. They were always scheming, and you were happy to get into any mess they offered.

"Well....You are just a centaur. You aren't modern, or cultured, such as myself. I suppose i can remind you how we properly function here." Umbridge would smugly say, as Firenze tried so hard to not roll his eyes. Was worth it, as he was able to watch you be escorted back under the stairs. That firey red hair hidden away. Just in time, because even his calm soul can only take so much.

"Oh dear, Mar's is infront of Saturn. You know what that means, I better return to my classroom-!” She had no idea what that meant, no one did since it was a big lie. Least it sounded good enough to make her scoff. Feeling as though she wasted her time with him. Regardless, she gave a friendly smile. Now walking back towards her office.

The second her back was turned, the blonde stallion quickly motioned for the three of you to hurry to him. Fred and George basically carried you, as they did. Needing to work fast. Was just yanked around like a doll, but there was no choice. The moment Umbridge had gasped, noticing you were gone, you three were on his back.

“Where did-“ But it was faded, as you three were not having a horse ride of your life. Escaping her, this night. Quite the adrenaline rush. Riding the back of your teacher, as he tried to not trip down the stairs. Least you had Fred and George to comfort you. Holding on to the straps on their teachers body, for his supplies, and comforting you.

“Well clean you up, and make sure that this is the last time she ever hurts anyone.” Fred said, with a firm nod. You never thought the twins could look so angry before. Was scary, but also a morbid reassurance. Given Umbridge’s gaslighting was getting to you. Thinking you were a burden, failure, worthless, just horrible. Didn’t even noticed you were starting to cry. It was all too much. The boys would hold you close, and just hold.

“Dreadful woman. Dreadful dreadful just oh so dreadful-“ Firenze would keep on muttering, as he tried to not break an ankle on those ever moving stairs. Full of much spite as anyone else. Suppose that meant the twins had someone on their side, at least.

“You are gonna crash with us tonight.” Fred said to you, as Firenze took that as advice on where to go. Now heading to the Gryffindor common room. “Think of it as a big sleep over. Chilling in the common room’s living space.” George echoed. Childish, but there is joy in childhood. Had you smile in approval.

“Here, allow me to offer some assistance.” Firenze then spoke, as he rummaged in his bag. Still trotting along, as it was just a hallway roam now.

“This should help with your healing and recovery. Sometimes spells can not solve all problems.” And a small bag was offered to you three. Most likely a herbal of some kind. The kind textures were very reassuring. A reminder you weren’t crazy. That she was in the wrong. Not you. Still, made you tremble in fear.

“Gonna be ok. She’s not gonna hurt you anymore.” Fred reassured, with a kiss to your head. Followed by George hugging you tightly. Just helping ground you, as the centaur finally stopped at the painting. She didn’t even ask for the password. As if she wanted to delay much needed rest.

“Rest, if you can. When you join me for our class, tomorrow, you are permitted to not join. You may just relax, and star gaze. That often times relaxes myself.” Firenze offered, as he laid down at the open wall. Allowing you three to get off. He understood you were a victim, and offered sanctuary where he could.

“Thanks…” You sniffled, as to not be rude. He knows, he knows. He gave you a pat on your head, and a smile, before taking his escort away. Leaving you three with your thoughts. The twins mostly thought of how to make whatever happens to Umbridge look like an accident, while you were still shaking from the ordeal. Murder plots can be for another time. You were first.

Escorted to the common room couch, you were as pampered as you could be. Hands properly wrapped, the herbal deal brewed, helping clean up the blood stains, using their latest invention to help clean up your bruise. Just doing what they could, as you sniffled and hiccuped.

Once done, you were soon lying against Fred. With George semi on top of you. As if some kind of pressure therapy. A means to make sure no one could touch you, or sneak up on you. Was nice. What was nicer was the random fellow classmates who walked around. May it to get something to drink, unable to sleep, what have you.

They took notice of you, could quickly grasp it was Umbridge, and let you have your comfort. May it be making sure you three had a blanket, staying extra quiet to not disturb you, or asking if you needed anything. Just some humanity against the darkness.

The comfort of the twins, the easing calm of the tea, and the sound of the ever lit fireplace. It helped you come back to earth again. Just what you needed. Reassurance that you were the victim. Not the other way around. Just deep breaths of fire, cinnamon, and gun powder.

You’ll be ok. You’ll be ok, and the twins promised.

As if they ever would break a promise.

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thereaderarchive · 3 months

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thereaderarchive reads CoS (2)

Head's up: This post is an ode to Arthur Weasley and Ron and Harry's friendship.

Ron really said I'm gonna make you part of my family you like it or not. He wrote at least TWELVE TIMES. THE COMMITMENT. Also, Harry's sass is on point.

So the twins and Ron know how to pick open a lock, which leads me to believe that all the Weasley siblings can, but most importantly, they talk about knowing muggle tricks. My natural and totally logical conclusion? Arthur Weasley taught them. I SAID IT.

Oh really? And yet I recall not a chapter ago you saying even news from Malfoy was better than nothing. Huh.

Percy is a cool nerd and the king of time management. He already has a girlfriend before any of his siblings (in school, Charlie is ace in my heart and Bill is too hot and independent to be single and not ready to mingle), and no one in his family suspects a thing.

HAHAHHA ARTHUR PLEASE!

Molly fattening Harry is one of my favorite canon dynamics. I always love to read it in fanfics and add it to what I write.

Not ONE girl has been called very good-looking yet (I think?). Harry "bi-who-lived" Potter my beloved. Also, I am forever mad at the fact that the movies never gave us HOT Lockhart. We were robbed! They also never gave us hot twink Firenze so what was I expecting (see thereaderarchive reads PS part 9).

ARTHUR WEASLEY THE ICON YOU ARE!

Clearly, the ones that made the movies read only this about Ginny because she always had a personality.

THEIR FRIENDSHIP IS SO CUTE, YOUR HONOR!!!! I LOVE HARRY AND RON'S FRIENDSHIP! THEY FOUND EACH OTHER, TRULY.

#thereaderarchive reads CoS #harry and ron brotp #harry james potter #ron weasley #weasley twins #percy weasley #arthur weasley #molly weasley #ginny weasley #drarry #canon hp #gilderoy lockhart #chamber of secrets #firenze

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marianaillust · 4 months

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"Firenze partit alors au galop et Harry essaya de s'accrocher de son mieux tandis qu'ils plongeaient dans la forêt, laissant Ronan et Baine derrière eux.

Harry n'avait aucune idée de ce qui se passait."

-La Forêt Interdite, Harry Potter à l'école des sorciers.

#egg tempera #tempera illustration #harry potter #harry potter à l'école des sorciers #firenze #centaur #fantasy art #fantasy illustration #traditional art #traditional painting #marianaillust #mariana illustration

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 4 months

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simping-4-voldemort · 1 year

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part one

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dufferpuffer · 1 month

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imagine if Quirrell had just touched Harry at any point during the year. Like in the first two weeks of school he gives Harry a friendly little pat on the shoulder for doing a good job in class and screeches in pain... ... Actually... that being said... the other Centaur were kinda right - maybe Firenze was being foolish and reckless. Quirrell couldn't touch Harry, right...? So Firenze saving him there was pointless (though appreciated, good man Firenze)

#just thoughts #hp #harry potter #quirinus quirrell #firenze

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yu-doodles · 1 year

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harry potter comic for a school assignment!!

i am doing god’s work by drawing firenze how he should’ve been in the movies.

#art #artists on tumblr #digital art #ibispaintx #ibispaint art #ibispaint drawing #harry potter #harry potter comic #firenze #centaur #harry potter and the philosopher's stone #harry potter and the sorcerer's stone #the forbidden forest #what did they do to firenze in the movies

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braveclementine · 12 days

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Chapter 15

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖒𝖊𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 Rose and Grace in the Charms classroom exactly when I said I was going to. We worked on disarming a bit more. By the end of the lesson, they had both disarmed me and I was quite proud of them.

With our extra ten minutes, we worked on some other second-year spells and then called it quits since it was getting close to their curfew. With my two hours of curfew left, I visited Professor Snape's office.

He was grading tests in a bad temper and his expression didn't soften as I came in.

"What's wrong?" I asked as he threw another test onto the chair next to him.

"You haven't come to see me in three days." He said.

I pursed my lips to keep from smiling. "Sorry." I said, putting my arms across his shoulders and put my head on the top of his head, looking at the tests from behind. "Do you feel better now?"

"No." He said, sounding disgruntled. "I think-" He threw the rest of the tests onto the desk, "-you should come around front and sit on my lap."

I giggled and did just as he asked and pressed my lips to his. "You realize I'm a bit big for this?" I pointed out.

"No." He said stubbornly, kissing me. "You're only- to big- for sitting on- your dad's lap- not mine." He said between kisses.

I giggled again, kissing his cheek. "I suppose you're-" he cut off my words and then I managed to say "-right about that."

"Your hand looks better." He said when I finally stood up. I looked down at it. The scabs had healed so that they looked more like thin red scratches than scabbed over words.

"It doesn't look as extreme now." I said happily. "Oh," I said, less happily. "Professor Umbridge questioned me. But I didn't drink the tea so I never took the truth serum."

"Yes." he said stiffly, standing up. "She asked me for it and I couldn't refuse it."

"Could've given her a fake bottle." I pointed out.

"That's true, I'll do that next time." Severus said, moving a stack of papers off the desk. "Guess you should make my decisions for me."

"Sorry." I muttered, thinking he was mad. "I wasn't trying to-"

"I know." He interrupted, putting both hands on either side of my face, squishing my cheeks together. I stared up at him, pouting. "Stop pouting damnit." I didn't stop and he groaned. "You make my life so difficult Elizabeth."

"Life's difficult." I said simply and he glared at me, dropping his hands.

"So what are you going to do tonight?" He asked casually, turning his back to me. I looked at him. His black hair was swept perfectly so that I couldn't see his face when I answered.

"What do you want?" I asked softly.

He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know. I mean, I want you, obviously, but it's getting dangerous."

Then, I cocked my head and smiled, "You know what? I think I just got a great idea."

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"𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘." 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖚𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉, "Is the stupidest idea you've ever had."

I glared at him, closing Hagrid's cabin door behind him and going over and making sure the windows were sealed and locked and the curtains were placed over them. "Just don't turn on the lights." I said.

"Ouch!" Severus said as I heard him crash into something. "Bloody brilliant advice Elizabeth."

"Umbridge, Harry, Ron, and Hermione will come running." I said, reaching out and taking his hand and pulling him over to where Hagrid's large bed was. "Besides, no one is going to think to find us here."

"Still." Severus said, settling onto the bed next to me.

"Sev, just shut up and kiss me." I said, pressing my lips to his throat and felt his pulse quicken and heard his breathing stop for a second.

"Elizabeth. . ." He moaned. "You're not. . . we're not. . ."

I blushed and pulled away. "No, of course not! We're not married."

He pulled me back down to kiss me. "Just wanted to make sure so I didn't overstep my boundaries."

I laughed softly, curling into his side. "Hey Sev?"

"Yeah?" He asked, running his fingers up and down my arm.

"I love you."

It hung there in the air for a second. The last time I'd said I'd loved him was December of last year, nearly ten months ago. We hadn't even been dating yet. It had kind of slipped out of my mouth.

My heart thudded in my chest, waiting to see if he was going to say anything and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. Maybe if I fell asleep then in the morning I could just assume that he'd said it back.

But he had changed his demeanor suddenly. His tongue traced my lips and then he kissed me and it was very, very different. A French kiss- something we'd never down before. I could feel his tongue in my mouth, something I actually found rather attractive now that I'd actually done it. I had originally thought it might be repulsive. Now, I hoped we did it every time. My heart beat faster. I also felt very disoriented as he ran his tongue down to my throat and bit me.

"Oh!" I gasped. It wasn't a hard bite- in fact, it was very gentle and my cheeks grew red, knowing what was happening. But I didn't shy away. "Sev!" I gasped in shock.

"I think." He said lightly, running his tongue on my bottom lip. "I forgot to mention that I love you too."

"Something-" I gasped, trying to breathe, "something like that. . ."

He chuckled and rolled back onto his side of the bed, pulling me into him. I laid my head down on his chest.

"You're adorable you know." he murmured sleepily. "I swear I can hear your heart beating."

"Shut up." I muttered, pressing my face into his chest. He had such a unique smell like spices and herbs and the night and the forest all rolled into one. He put an arm around my shoulders, holding me there.

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

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𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌, he shook my awake.

"Wazitmazer?" I muttered.

"I don't speak whatever language you just spoke." He said, sounding amused. "But we have to go if you want to make it back up to the castle in time. I thought you were holding Quidditch practice today.

I sat up quickly. "Oh, that's right." I said, stretching. I swung my legs over the bed and slipped my shoes on. "We probably shouldn't go up together if Umbridge is looking." I turned into a cat. Then I sprung from the ground up onto his shoulder.

"Show off." He muttered. I batted him with my paw- claws in. He took me off his shoulder and held me in his arms, petting my head. I purred with content and he chuckled as he strode up the grass. He let me down in front of the Hufflepuff common room and then went down the hallway and nodded to me. I quickly checked the other corridor and then turned back into a human and went up to my dorm to get my Firebolt. (I had replaced my Nimbus with a Firebolt this year so that I was equal to Harry).

By ten o'clock, we were all out on the pitch, clutching our brooms and looking wide awake.

"Alright." I said, looking around at everyone. "Herbert, up in front of the goals, we're going to test you first. Zacharias- you first. We're going to act like the other two Chasers are down at the end of the pitch. Heidi, Malcolm, right now, your acting like the opposing team. Let's see how Zacharias does 1 v 2. Then we'll switch between the Chasers. I turned to our beaters. "James your on Zacharias' side, Maxine, opposite. We won't let out the snitch right now."

"Trying to get out of your job?" Zacharias asked.

"Shut up Zacharias." I snapped. Practice hadn't even started yet and I already regretted choosing him as Chaser. "I can't critique you guys if I'm busy looking for the Snitch. We'll do that later. Alright, everyone up."

Everyone flew up and I tossed the Quaffle up to Zacharias. "Alright! Start! I'm letting out the bludgers in two seconds!"

Zacharias started flying down to where Herbert was at. Heidi and Malcolm flew at him from two different directions- working with past Quidditch tactics. I let out the bludgers and James and Maxine swooped on the bludgers. Maxine hit her bludger towards Zacharias who did a good roll maneuver and then dodged Malcolm. Swerving around Heidi, Zacharias threw the Quaffle. Herbert dived for it and stopped it by an inch.

"Alright!" I shouted. "Heidi, you're up. Zacharias-" I ducked a bludger, "-you're on the team with Malcolm now!"

Herbert tossed the Quaffle to Heidi and she zoomed back to the other side of the pitch where Zacharias had started.

"Start!" I shouted, observing the plays. They each took turns. Herbert saved all but one which was good.

"Alright!" I said. "Good job Herbert! Now then," We flew back to the ground so we could talk. The bludgers would stay in the air. With a wave of my wand, the bludgers were zooming back to the ground and I locked them back in the trunk with the help of James.

"Alright so now, I want to give the Chasers a chance to score. Herbert, James, and I are going to be Chasers as well- on another team. Maxine, I want you to act as Keeper for now, alright? Herbert, James, and I aren't trying to score, only trying to get the Quaffle from Heidi, Malcolm, and Zacharias."

"Hey Elizabeth!" I heard someone shouting across the stadium. I looked over briefly and saw Lee, Fred, and George there. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were following. I gave a brief wave and then turned back to the team.

"Everyone understands what we're doing?" I asked, looking at all of them. They all nodded and then I said, "Alright, Maxine, up in the keepers spot. Heidi, Zacharias, Malcolm, I want you guys to start at the opposite end of the pitch, alright?"

I tossed the Quaffle at Heidi who caught it.

"You're okay playing in front of four Gryffindor Quidditch team members?" Zacharias asked incredulously.

I glared at him. "We shouldn't have to stop training because some people showed up. Would you ask the same question if the Slytherins showed up to watch?"

Zacharias shut his mouth and I beckoned to James and Herbert. Maxine was already flying in front of the hoops. I swooped up with the other two and then we did our flying tactics.

By the afternoon, we felt very pleased with our performance. If only I could change Zacharias' behavior.

"Now." I said in the locker room. "I am going to let you guys know that we aren't going to be able to get much practice in. The first match is Slytherin and Gryffindor and they're going to have the pitch booked nearly every night. Saturday afternoons are going to be our go-to times."

"Do you know who's going to win the match?" Zacharias asked.

I pursed my lips, "Why would I spoil it for you guys?"

"I heard the Gryffindor Keeper is rubbish." Zacharias said.

I pursed my lips together tighter. "Well-"

"Hem, hem!"

We all spun around to see Professor Umbridge there. My lips were so thin now they would've made Professor McGonagall proud.

"Can we help you?" I asked.

"I was just wondering what you thought you were doing Miss Kane, still being Quidditch Captain and all." She asked in her sugar sweet voice.

"I didn't realize it was any of your business." I said stiffly.

Professor Umbridge didn't answer right away and she looked at Heidi, Malcolm, and Herbert. "How did you become Quidditch Captain if there are others here that are older than you?"

I squeezed my fist tightly but answered as calmly as possible. "Cedric appointed me, before he went in to do the third task."

"You, instead of one of the more senior students?"

"We're proud to have her as our Captain." Heidi said suddenly. I blushed.

Professor Umbridge looked at her with that stupid smile on her face, "You're proud to have the daughter of a werewolf as your Quidditch Captain?"

"Yes." Malcolm said unexpectedly in his deep voice. He reminded me of Kingsley except he had a larger head of hair. "And we all like Professor Lupin too. Cedric appointed Elizabeth and she's our Captain now."

Professor Umbridge looked quite taken aback. Herbert, James, Maxine, and Zacharias looked from Professor Umbridge to the three of us. She turned to them. "And you guys?"

They all nodded, even Zacharias who I was sure would've said something. Her eyes flashed dangerously and said, "Detention tonight, Miss Kane."

"For what!" Heidi shouted outrageously.

"I've already warned her about her cheek."

Heidi opened her mouth and I stepped on her foot. "Doesn't matter, don't land yourself in detention too." Heidi closed her mouth. Malcolm and Herbert looked just as angry and when she left the locker room, they all turned to me.

"How does she get away with that?" Malcolm asked outrageously. Maxine shook her head and left the locker room. Herbert soon followed. The rest of us left in here were all in Dumbledore's Army.

"It's cause I told her it was none of business." I said, running a hand through my tangled hair. "Whatever, I'll just have my hand sliced open, but don't you guys land yourselves in detention defending me. It's not worth it. I'll see you guys later."

I shouldered my Firebolt and left the locker room. Fred, George, Lee, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were waiting for me some feet away.

"We saw Professor Umbridge leaving the locker room." Fred said. "What did she want?"

"Oh, that's right." I said. "I never told any of you about why she wouldn't put the Hufflepuff team back together."

I explained the whole thing as we headed back to the castle and by the time I was finished with the locker room story, they all looked very murderous except for maybe Ron.

"That's horrible." Hermione said, her eyes flashing. "I'm so glad Professor Sprout managed to get things pushed through for you."

"I'm not." I said glumly. "The next thing you'll know, she'll get put on probation just like Trelawney and it'll be all my fault."

The next two weeks passed wonderfully. I was still working with Rose and Grace on Wednesday and Friday. We had worked on Impediment jinxes and the Reductor Curse. I'd given Rose and Grace much easier (though hard for them) spells to work on.

The meetings had become very erratic but as Harry pointed out to all of us, this meant a pattern couldn't be found.

Hermione had me help her make contact Galleons, using the Protean Charm on them. It was a tricky charm but by the fourth meeting, we had them done.

Hermione explained what the Galleons did as I handed them out to each member. "You see the numerals around the edge of the coins? On real Galleons that's just a serial number referring to the goblin who cast the coin. On these fake coins, though, the numbers will change to reflect the time and date of the next meeting. The coins will grow hot when the date changes, so if you're carrying them in a pocket you'll be able to feel them. We take one each, and when Harry sets the date of the next meeting he'll change the numbers on his coin, and because Elizabeth and I have put a Protean Charm on them, they'll all change to mimic his."

Silence greeted Hermione's words. She looked around as I came back to stand next to her and said nervously, "Well- I thought it was a good idea. I mean, even if Umbridge asked us to turn out our pockets, there's nothing fishy about carrying a Galleon, is there? But. . . well, if you don't want to use them. . ."

"You two can do Protean Charms?" Terry asked.

"Yes." Hermione said. I just shrugged and grinned.

"But that's. . . that's N.E.W.T. standard, that is." Terry said in a weak voice.

"Oh. Oh. . . well. . . yes, I suppose it is. . ." Hermione said, trying not to sound proud of herself. I laughed.

"How come you guys aren't in Ravenclaw?" Terry demanded. "With brains like yours?"

"Well, the Sorting Hat did seriously consider putting me in Ravenclaw during my Sorting. But it decided on Gryffindor in the end." Hermione said brightly.

"The Sorting Hat was going to put my in Gryffindor, and then Slytherin and then Ravenclaw, and then decided on Hufflepuff." I said with a shrug.

"Does that mean we're using them?" Hermione asked.

"I already handed them out." I pointed out. Everyone laughed.

I'd had about five detentions of the past two weeks. Sometimes, my hand would start bleeding during class and by this time, a majority of the teachers and Madam Pomfrey knew what was written on the back of my hand. It was a wonder Dumbledore hadn't called me to his office.

I kept my head up though. I wasn't going to let Umbridge get to me. I wasn't going to let her stop me. I was in Dumbledore's Army. I was the daughter of a werewolf. I was a friend of a centaur. And she was never going to beat me down.

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fabulous-fic-quotes · 1 month

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It was hard to look at the bigger picture when Umbridge was firing Trelawney and making a spectacle of it.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was a bigger drama queen, and walked in with a buff, handsome, and very nude centaur to save the day.

Regulus Black and the Path to Parenthood - Living_Free

#harry potter #harry james potter #dolores umbridge #albus dumbledore #firenze #sybill trelawney #fic quotes #fic recs #alternative universe #canon divergence #regulus black raises harry potter #and makes a really good job about it #anyway onto the quote #i laughed so hard #this whole scene was hilarious!

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stabby-apologist · 7 months

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"First years, please note... that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students."

I ran right in there and then noped tf out; I did not expect that sort of danger lol 😅

#harry potter #post #stabby plays hogwarts legacy ✨️#forbidden forest #dark forest #albus dumbledore #headmaster black gave no such warning lol #draco malfoy #firenze #rubeus hagrid #aragog #poachers #trolls

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these-conquered-woodlands · 2 years

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personally, i've always headcanoned that the little-mentioned professors from the books were actually always much more competent than the heads of houses. harry just rarely mentioned them because they did their job mostly right, so it was boring to talk about them.

list of little-known professors, if you can't recall:

aurora sinistra

charity burbage

septima vector (arithmancy teacher)

silvanus kettleburn (left in 1993)

wilhelmina grubby-plank (cover teacher)

Cuthbert binns

Bathsheba babbling (ancient runes teacher)

firenze

sybill trelawney

we oughta make some fics on them. I've seen folks write about mcgonagall, snape and dumbledore being irritating to one another and complaining about kids. we should do that with sinistra, vector and burbage. they're mostly blank slates anyway, there's plenty to create with them.

and on an unrelated note, I just want to say that while I'm fond of the hogwarts professors, incompetence and all, I absolutely fucking stan poppy pomfrey. homegirl ran hogwarts, not albus long-ass name dumbledore. keeping kids alive since '71.

#hogwarts professors #harry potter #hp books #poppy pomfrey #aurora sinistra #sybill trelawney #firenze #hp headcanon #harry james potter #hp fandom #professor mcgonagall #professor snape #professor dumbledore

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hpshipbattles · 7 days

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ROUND ONE

(i used the first image that came up for each character)

(rules and submitted characters)

(round one ships)

#hpshipbattles #golden trio era #hphm #mwpp era #hp fandom #harry potter fandom #marauders fandom #dennis creevey #dolores umbridge #nymphadora tonks #firenze the centaur #creevbridge #centonks #dennis creevey x dolores umbridge #nymphadora tonks x firenze

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dirtyfox911911 · 1 year

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Dudes being bros, horsin’ around

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Firenze is fine, he’s probably just thinking about that “How Hungry?” meme a lot.

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #torvus #firenze #harry potter #hphm centaurs #hphm art #blender 3d

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lilborealis · 12 days

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I just thought of something heartbreaking, if Ezio looked in the mirror of Erised from Harry Potter, he would see his father and brothers 😭😭😭

I’m not a big Harry potter fan so I had to google this, but yes, I agree 😭

#poor boy #assassin's creed #ac2 #ezio auditore da firenze #ezio auditore #giovanni auditore #federico auditore #petruccio auditore #harry potter #headcanons #ac headcanons

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casasupernovas · 11 months

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there is no funnier harry potter moment than when dean thomas asked firenze if hagrid bred him like the thestrals.

ALSO this just came to me - just imagining firenze's reaction to certain members of house black's names like:

#firenze then just does this slow head turn #bombastic side eye #criminal offensive #side eye #harry potter #order of the phoenix #sirius black #dean thomas #firenze #hagrid #rubeus hagrid #albus dumbledore #dumbledore was so unserious for hiring firenze #phineus nigellus black #regulus black

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the-al-chemist · 1 year

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Unfogging the Future

This month’s theme for @hp-12monthsofmagic is “Anything’s Possible”. This story features my next generation OC Saffron Summers, who is considering the all the possibilities that are open to her.

Warnings: None.

The morning sun had not long risen, and its beams were almost blinding as they reflected on the glass panes of the greenhouses. As Saffron stepped out of the doors of the castle, she lifted her face skywards and closed her eyes for a few moments, her lips curving into a small, blissful, smile.

“Saff, come on,” her friend Teddy called out from beside Greenhouse One. “We’re going to be late.”

Saffron opened her eyes and skipped towards him, pausing only to pick a daisy from the grass, which she tucked behind Teddy’s ear as she caught up with him.

“Here,” she said. “It’s yellow, like your aura.”

“Thanks.”

Teddy opened the door of the greenhouse and held it for Saffron to skip through and inside, where their Head of House was waiting for them. Professor Sprout was a stout, elderly witch with kind eyes, grey hair, and perpetually grubby fingernails. Her aura was always hued in calming shades of blue and green, and she never got angry, not even the time Saffron’s rabbit Gavin escaped from the dormitory and ate one of her Slug-Eating Lettuces.

Today, Professor Sprout had removed her plant pots from a table to make way for several leaflets and pamphlets, which several of Saffron’s classmates were in the process of reading. Their auras were all painted in anxious shades of red and orange, as they had been ever since the start of fifth year, and had been growing increasingly tense as the O.W.L.s approached.

As Teddy began to look through a leaflet about working at St Mungo’s Hospital, Saffron picked up another and read it with mild curiosity.

“Now, what are you looking at, Saffron?” Professor Sprout asked her. She peered at the leaflet in her hands. “I didn’t know you were interested in goblin liaisons.”

“Oh,” Saffron tilted her head to one side. “I suppose I didn’t, either. This is the first time I’ve read about it.”

“And now that you have read about it, do you think it might be something you’d be interested in pursuing as a career?”

Saffron thought about it for a moment. “Oh, no. Not necessarily.”

Professor Sprout inclined her head. “So, have you given any thought to what you would like to do?”

“Do when?”

“After you leave Hogwarts.” When Saffron frowned and said nothing, Professor Sprout continued, “Is there anything in particular you’d like to be when you’re older?”

Saffron considered the question for almost a minute, before she decided on an answer.

“Happy.”

“Happy?”

“Oh, yes. I’d definitely like to be happy,” Saffron nodded her head emphatically, and Professor Sprout let out a deep sigh.

“I was thinking more along the lines of a career plan,” she told her. “Do you have any idea of what job you might want to have?” Saffron shook her head in response, and Professor Sprout smiled kindly. “Well, that’s okay. You don’t have to decide right here and now. You can have a think in your own time about what things you enjoy and are good at, and then the two of us can have a chat and come up with a plan together. Does that sound good to you?”

Not wanting to hurt Professor Sprout’s feelings, Saffron nodded her head, but in truth, she was not certain that it did sound good to her at all. After she had left the greenhouse, she found herself growing increasingly doubtful.

It was always difficult, planning for the future. Saffron’s dad liked to do it, it made him feel safe and secure when he attempted to design his own fate. Saffron’s mother, on the other hand, took the view that making plans was useless, that the universe had its own plans for everyone, and so the future should always be left up to the fates.

Saffron wasn’t sure what she thought, nor what she should do.

For now, though, she didn’t have to do anything, because as the fates would have it, it was time for her Divination lesson. She made her way through the ground floor of the castle to the large classroom that inside appeared like a clearing in a forest, with the night sky and all its stars twinkling on the ceiling above.

Normally, Divination was Saffron’s favourite subject, but today she struggled to concentrate, her mind still unsettled by her conversation with Professor Sprout about her future. She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn’t notice when the lesson had ended, nor that her classmates had left her lying face up on the classroom floor, until the face of Firenze, a centaur and her Divination teacher, appeared over her and blocked her view of the ceiling.

“Why are you still here?” he asked her. “The class is over.”

“Oh.” Saffron sat up. “I didn’t realise. My mind was… elsewhere, I suppose.”

“And where was this mind of yours?”

“In another now, maybe. I’m not sure. No,” Saffron decided. “It was not in any now at all. It was in the future.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked up at the centaur. “Firenze, sir, you know about the future, don’t you?”

“As much as anyone can know,” replied Firenze. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, well, we have been asked to consider what jobs we want to have when we are older.”

“And this bothers you?”

“In a way, I suppose it does a little,” Saffron admitted. “Everyone keeps saying that we need to start making plans now, but I’m not sure why, because fate does not care for our plans, does it?”

“Perhaps not. But then, do our plans not affect our fate?”

“What do you mean?”

“Look up,” said Firenze, and Saffron did so. “Look at the sky, for it is a reflection of the earth. Now, look at the stars. If you look closely at their movements, you will see patterns. As you become accustomed to these patterns, you will be able to predict what their movements shall be next. The same can be said for those of us beneath the sky. We all move in patterns which we ourselves do not understand, and yet in those movements, we reveal what movements are to come later.”

“Oh,” Saffron said, not looking away from the stars. “But is our future not already decided? You know, the other day, when we were reading tea leaves-”

“Tea leaves are what is left behind after you have finished drinking your tea. As you drink, you move the cup in your hands. You may have a steady hand, you may swirl the liquid, you may drink faster or slower. You will do all of this without noticing, but as you do, you change the pattern of your leaves. So it is with fate. Destiny is not written in stone, it is written in stars and other changeable things, and so what has come before is what decides what has yet to come.”

Saffron lowered her gaze to meet Firenze’s own.

“So, what you mean is that I can make my plans, and even if they don’t work out, my making them will help the universe to decide its own plan for me?” she asked, and Firenze bowed his head slowly. “Oh. I suppose that does make sense. Yes.” Saffron climbed up onto her feet, took a smooth purple stone from her pocket, and handed it to Firenze.

“What is this?”

“Oh. It’s amethyst. For gratitude,” she told him. “Thank you, Firenze.”

“You are welcome, Saffron.”

Smiling, Saffron left the starlit classroom and stepped out into the corridor outside, where bright sunshine streamed through the arched castle windows onto the sandstone floor. Saffron twirled in the sunbeams, watching the way the little specks of dust floated in the light as she moved, each step she took bringing her closer to her own future.

#hp12mom #harry potter next gen fic #saffron summers #firenze #teddy lupin #professor sprout

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