#muggle

[rowniebow]

the gift | newt scamander x male!reader

summary: bits of a love that began at hogwarts

pairings: newt scamander x male!reader

cw: fluff

word count: 1.7k+

an: this was supposed to go in a long, long, fic but im rewriting it so take my shlop of a rewritten prologue

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december 1912

a large pine tree protected you from the harsh winter, leaving your seats dry as could be. layers upon layers of chilled colorless cotton covered the grass before you two.

you sat next to a boy that had the stars written in his skin. he hunched over a family of mice: two small mice and a larger one.

you hid together, running away from the world as always.

you watched your friend. your knees curled into your chest and your eyelids hung over your tired eyes. the cold hammered the urge to cough against your ribs but you refused.

your friend's cold fingers were the only thing peaking out of his school robes that engulfed him. he used his trembling bones to scoot the apple slices he had brought towards the family, silently encouraging the tiny nibbles.

your eyes drifted to the white landscape surrounding you. you sighed, and brought yourself to your feet. the brown sweater that covered your school clothes hardly did enough to keep you warm, but you disregarded that.

the crystals crunched under your feet as you made your way through frozen field. snow slowly fell from the clouds. they mixed with the color of your hair. a smile painted your lips dry in the stabbing cold as you twirled, eventually falling in the soft bed of ice.

the boy you had abandoned under the tree with the mice and stars had been watching you dance under the clouded day. he gnawed on his lip before standing and making his way over to you.

the mice ran off, carrying a single apple slice with them.

he followed the footsteps that you left in the sea of white. once he arrived, he came to find you smiling up at him as you rubbed your hands and legs over the snow.

"what are you doing?" the lighter haired boy nearly whispered, not wanting to completely disturb the silence of the loud world.

"i'm making a snow angel," you continued smiling from the ground.

"a what?"

"a snow angel! do wizards not have that?"

the only response you received was a furrowed brow of confusion.

"come on," you dragged the lighter haired boy down next to you.

a chilled huff escaped the fallen's lips. the visible air exploded into the clouds.

"now, it's really quite simple. you just spread your arms - like this! then you move them up and down,"

your friend participated.

"then, you move your legs out real wide and move them side to side,"

he participated once more.

"than you've done it! a snow angel!"

the starry skinned boy furrowed his eyebrows in focus. he bite his lip and moved his arms once, then legs once, then arms once more, then legs again.

"can you-" you sat up, fighting the urge to laugh at your friend. "is it difficult to do both?"

the lighter haired boy only nodded, still trying his best to participate in the new activity.

"that's alright, it's enough, anyway. come on, step up!" you ushered. you stood together, side by side, looking down at your angels that laid so close they nearly held each other.

"and ta-da! you have a wonderful little angel that you've made." your grin was stupidly big.

a smile pulled at the corner of the starry boy's lips as well.

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january 1913

you made a beeline for your destination during lunch one winters day. christmas and new years had gone and passed. now, the most important day to you was coming up: your starry skinned friend's birthday.

you pushed the heavy doors to the transfiguration classroom open with ease, but hastily shut them soon after. the professor of the class quietly sat at his desk, quill in hand hovering over a parchment filled with notes.

"ah yes," the older man grumbled. "please do come in." the sarcasm weaved it's way through every syllable but you refused to acknowledge it.

"professor, please, this is no time for jokes."

the older gentleman sighed, placing his quill down gently on the desk. ink dripped quietly off of the sharp tip. "what is it?" despite his appeared annoyance, the professor uttered your name with expectance.

"so," you began pacing in front of the professors desk as you spoke. "as you know, a peer's birthday is coming up rather soon."

the professor sighed once more, but an amused smile played at the lips between his thick beard.

"well, i've finally come up with the perfect gift after all this time!"

"go on then,"

"i want to give him a memory."

"that's - alright, how are you going to do that?" the professor suppressed his laughter at the thought of his student, who has never been the most studious, attempting something as complex as any spell that has to do with a memory, or even enchantment.

"that's a good question, now, isn't it?"

"are you going to give him a pendant or something?"

"oh, now that's smart!"

the professor rolled his eyes at your lack of thorough thought. "you know, that's very advanced magic."

"i'm well aware. but, that's where my helpful, caring professor can come in and teach me!" you flashed a large, pleading smile at the older man who only sighed in response.

he eyed you up and down, "are you sure you want to do that? after everything-," the professor began to voice his worries over you: a student that he has taken under his wing to a personal level.

the smile on your face fell rather quickly at the words. "it's for newt, i can get over myself for him." your immediate tone change had the professor internally scolding himself. "will you help me or not? i can always go ask-,"

"no, i'll help you. if you're going to learn it you might as well learn it from someone who actually knows what they're doing." the professor stood with a grunt, mentally preparing for the hours of after school lessons he was committing to.

"great! that's lovely, professor, thank you so much!" you practically shook with excitement, running out of the door in a hurry before the man could take back his promises.

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february 24, 1913

you two curled up together on the top bed of your shared bunk under a blanket: your bed.

candles littered their desks, causing the room outside of your blanket haven to glow a warm orange.

pools of wax surrounded the candles on your desk. the warm wax leaked onto the many papers of homework that you would later see and simply roll your eyes over.

newt, however, kept his candles in their holders or settled in small bowls. the wax dripped down and collected neatly all together, far from any papers or books.

under the blanket, newt held his wand similar to a quill. instead of ink, light dripped out. the light washed over the page and splashed onto your giggling faces.

the soft chiming of a clock sliced through the quiet laughter, immediately sparking your memory. you let out a soft, but extremely excited, "oh!"

you hurried from under the covers, newt slowly following after you.

you dug through the pockets of your school robes hanging over a chair muttering and cursing to yourself about where "it" could possibly have gone. a small breath of relief escaped the passages of your nose as you felt the tiny felt box in the midst of your pockets filled with nonsense.

you turned around shoving a small box into newt's hands. "happy birthday," you whispered. your eyes struggled to look anywhere but the single stripe on his sleep shirt.

a gentle smile played over your lips, though. one that enchanted newt and kept him staring for longer than he needed to. "y-you really didn't need to," he stuttered, finally taking the box from your hands.

"i wanted to." despite your appearance, your heart bounced against your ribs as loud as a it physically could.

newt hands shook lightly as opened the cream box with a gold ribbon around it to reveal a metal pendant that looked to have been poorly bent in the shape of a heart. it hung off of a small chain to make a necklace.

"what's this?" he tugged the necklace out of the box, inspecting the hand made heart.

"here," your voice shook as you gently took the necklace into your hands, pulling the heart in half to reveal the projected memory you had spent weeks working with your professor to get in to the pendant (that you also made and bent all by yourself. you were very proud of the funky heart).

"you've enchanted it," newt whispered under his breath, bewildered at the sight.

he watched the memory play out before him: one that had been pushed to the back of his mind but was revitalized as soon as he saw the familiar sight.

it was the your first trip to hogsmeade together. the day newt showed you everything and anything there was to show about the enchanting town he had been raised to know. the town itself didn't affect him much at all anymore, but he knew you'd find it absolutely stunning. he was so excited to introduce you to the magical world when you two were little.

you sipped on your butterbeers together. you loved the overly sweet drink, and newt made a face at the sugar that bit at his teeth. newt offered his drink to you with a frown at the taste. one that you laughed at, eventually pulling a laugh out from newt.

"did you do it?" newt's voice could hardly be heard. the fear of disturbing the silence ached within him.

"hm?" you hummed equally as quiet.

"did you learn the spell?"

"'course i did." you replied as if it were nothing, but newt was well aware of how it was a big something. "is it-, do you like it?" your whisper was shockingly shy and insecure. a rare vulnerability that newt understood he was privileged to hear.

"yes! i-i love it," newt's hasty response cut through the comforting silence between you two. but you only smiled.

"here, let me put it on,"

newt stood still while you raised yourself on your toes to reach around the tall boy's shoulders to his neck. newt, very aware of the proximity between the two of you, looked down at the quickly dying candles that were providing the only light in the room.

you leaned back down onto your heels, "there." you played with the pendant over his chest between your fingers, finally letting it fall against his clothes.

"t-thank you," newt stuttered your name, struggling to get anything more than a mutter our.

you smiled.

and the candles finally went out.

#newt scamander #fantastic beasts and where to find them #newt scamander x male #bi newt scamander #gay newt scamander #question mark #mlm #muggle #harry potter #fbawtft #wizarding world #wizard #newt scamander x male!reader #newt scamander x male reader #bisexual newt scamander #male reader #x male reader #male y/n #no use of y/n #fluff #newt scamander one shot #newt scamander hogwarts #hogwarts #fantastic beasts

[slyther-bi]

I'm back with my happy snape family au 😊

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5yr old Severus: Can we go out to get icecream?

Eileen: Did you ask your father?

Severus: He said no.

Eileen: Then why did you ask me?

Severus: He's not the boss of you.

Eileen, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

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Teen Severus: Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce.

Tobias: What's wrong with you??

Severus: I literally JUST said I ate tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce?? Pay attention.

Eileen: No, he means other than that.

Severus: Ohhhhhh.

Severus: I haven't slept in 4 days.

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Teen Severus: *gets a text* Oh! It’s my parents.

Teen Lily, excitedly: Did they get me the stuff?

Severus: Yeah, they says they got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.

Lily: Wow! Where’d they find 12 gallons of fake blood?

Severus: You wanted fake blood?

Lily:

Severus: I’ll go call my parents.

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Tobias: Why would you give a knife to our 12 yr old son?!

Eileen, shrugging: He felt unsafe.

Tobias: Now I feel unsafe!

Eileen: I’m sorry…

Eileen: Would you like a knife?

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*The Snape Family using a Ouija board*

Tobias: Tell us… Is there a spirit in this house?

Spirit, through the board: YES.

Eileen: Great! Rent is due on the first of the month.

Severus: Oh, and movie night is on Friday if you want to hang out.

Spirit: WAIT, WHAT—

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Tobias: Okay, how do I look? Be honest.

Eileen: There’s no critic more honest than our 5yr old son!

5yr old Severus: Bad.

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Teen Severus: Mom, in your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?

Eileen, turning to Tobias: How tall are you?

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Tobias, talking to an 11yr old Severus on his first day at Hogwarts: Well Severus, whenever I’m about to do something, I think ‘would your mother do that?’ and if she would, I do not do that thing.

11yr old Severus: …

Eileen, from behind Tobias: He's not wrong though

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Tobias: What do we say when making bread?

10yr old Severus, glumly: That's the dough rising.

Tobias: And what do we NOT say?

Eileen, sadly: That's the yeast fucking.

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Eileen: I dropped our son!

Tobias: Eileen, what the fuck!

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Eileen: I told your father that his ears turn red when he lie.

Severus: Do they?

Eileen: No.

Severus: Then why did you tell him that?

Eileen: Because I can do this.

Eileen: Hey Tobias! Do you love us?

Tobias, with his hands over his ears: No.

#happy snape family au #snape family #severus snape prince #severus snape #eileen snape #eileen prince #tobias snape #shit post #random #random shit #my shit #hp #hp text post #hp shit #hp shitpost #incorrect quotes #inccorect quotes #incorrect harry potter quotes #incorrect hp quotes #muggle #pureblood #half blood prince

[one-time-i-dreamt]

At the battle for Hogwarts, Voldemort killed Harry and most of the main characters. His Death Eaters found a muggle who'd been fighting and brought him to Voldemort. He said, "I know you hate muggles, but we have one thing I'm sure you'll like," then blew up a vest full of explosives.

#dream #death tw #murder tw #harry potter #voldemort #death eater #muggle #explosion tw

[hogwartscastle]

An ice cold butterbeer is all I need.

#summer #butterbeer #pottersource #fandom #harry potter #dailywizardwheezes #magicfolk #muggle #potterhead #dailypotter #wizarding world #hp #shit post

[the-weasley-simp]

Ron Weasley x muggle!reader

Not sure if I'll ever continue on this so I'm posting it as is for now.

It was a chilly autumn day as Ron Weasley ran errands in Ottery St Catchpole for his mother. He walked down the sidewalk as he began to enter the muggle part of the town. Ron sighs heavily as he stares at the grayish sky. He had just graduated Hogwarts a few months prior and was still a bit hung up on the fact that things with Hermione Granger didn't work out. His eyes drift down at the sound of a ding. He notices people walking out of a new age shop. He listens as they walk past him. They way they were talking about their new spell books, he could instantly tell that they were muggles. As he walked further by, he realized the shop was a "muggle magic" shop. 

The subject of magic was growing in popularity in the muggle community even though it was fake magic. 

Curiosity gets the better of him and enters. 

The doorbell dings as he comes in. He could instantly smell the incense and hear the calming meditation music playing. The shopkeeper gives a polite nod to Ron. Ron returns the nod and starts looking around the shop. 

Tarot cards, gemstones, books, and a large section of dried herbs. He could tell by looking at the tarot cards that they were made by muggles. He's about to turn to leave when he spots a girl by the herb section. Almost as if he was charmed, he starts walking over towards the herbs and starts to browse. The girl, not paying attention, accidentally bumps into Ron.

"Oh! Sorry!" You cry out in surprise. "I didn't know you were there…" 

"It's fine, mate." Ron was slightly surprised that you lacked a British accent. This area of England doesn't get tourists often. Upon coming out of his mild daze, he notices your shopping basket. 

"Lavender and cedar?" He questioned. 

You look back up. "Oh, yeah. Both Lavender and cedar are natural bug repellents and my new place has a bit of a gnat problem."

"Oh?" Ron's eyes open a bit wider. "You just moved out here?"

You nod. "I wanted to live in London, but it's waaaay too expensive. I wound up out here because my new place was a lot cheaper… I can see why now." You giggle half heartedly while tucking your hair behind your ear. 

Ron feels his heart skip a beat. You were so cute, your laugh, your sparkling eyes. Then he remembered… he wasn't ready for another relationship yet. 

"How about I give you my number?" You ask, snapping Ron out of it again. He stands there dumbfounded again.

"I wouldn't mind having a friend out here to show me around." You add. 

Ron shrugs and smiles. "Sure." 

you ask the shopkeeper for two peices of receipt paper and you exchange numbers. 

"My name is _____ _____, by the way." You extend your hand. 

Ron hesitates a moment. "Ron… Ron Weasley." He smiles politely. 

#harry potter #ron weasly x reader #ron weasly imagine #ron weasley #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley x you #muggle reader #muggle #muggle world #harry potter imagine #fanfic

[emily-the-fae]

Moving on with the aesthetic boards and HCs series:

Andromeda Tonks

represented by Rachel Weisz

Random HCs for Andromeda:

· second child, two years younger than Bellatrix, two years older than Narcissa

· used to play flute, quite excelled at it actually, still plays from time to time up to this day

· fond of potions as most Slytherins but her preferred subjects remained Herbology and Astronomy

· was never a fan of quidditch, obviously received necessary broom skills, but never flew unless absolutely necessary

· despised Cygnus for pretty much the entirety of her life, hid it very poorly and got frequently punished for lack of respect

· tolerable relationship with Druella, but truth to be told Bellatrix was the mother figure of her entire childhood

· loved Narcissa dearly, but was truly and insanely close with Bellatrix - when Bellatrix was old enough to get a room separate from her sisters, it ended up being Narcissa's - Meda and Bella kept a common bedroom until very late in their teens

· most of Andromeda's music and literature taste was inspired by her older sister

· met Ted Tonks for the first time on her second year of Hogwarts, he was two years older, but they almost instantly became friends

· started dating Ted on her fourth year at Hogwarts. she used to share everything exciting with Bellatrix. the day Ted asked her out was the day she started withholding news from her sister

· her family never knew about their relationship - well, Narcissa did to be fair, but she kept that knowledge to herself

· she was never seriously planning to elope with Ted, but one night soon after her 18th birthday she overheard her parents talking about her planned engagement to Rodolphus Lestrange - expressed her disagreement to Bellatrix, expecting support

· when Bellatrix said that their parents were being reasonable, Andromeda did not disagree. but the next night she ended up on Ted's doorstep with one suitcase and no way back

· very excited about muggle cars, learned to drive and got a licence when she lived with Ted's parents shortly after she eloped

· regrets loss of contact with her sisters, but would only admit it in a drunken late night painfully sincere kitchen conversation with her husband

· Nymphadora's name was supposed to be Bellatrix all along, then Andromeda found out about her sister being a Death Eater... the name choice suddenly changed

· loves muggle gadgets and devices, especially television, big fan of science fiction and fantasy movies

Other posts from the series:

Bellatrix Lestrange - Narcissa Malfoy - Rodolphus Lestrange - Rabastan Lestrange

#andromeda tonks #rachel weisz #ted tonks #nymphadora tonks #bellatrix lestrange #narcissa malfoy #rabastan lestrange #cygnus black #druella black #hogwarts #harry potter #harry potter fancast #harry potter headcannon #the black sisters #the black sisters headcannons #hogwarts hcs #slytherin #wayward slytherin #muggle #hufflepuff

[captainsophiestark]

Ekel Tricity

Percy Weasley x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: Harry Potter

Prompt: “You’re making my head hurt”

Summary: Percy and Y/N have been dating for a while, and Percy's finally made the "acceptable guests for a family vacation" list. However, since he's dating a muggle whose family doesn't know about magic, he's going to have to live like a muggle for a week. Despite his best efforts to prepare, he's certainly still got a lot to learn.

Word Count: 1,674

Category: Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Percy!" I cried as I flung the door open to find my boyfriend on the other side, looking a little tired but smiling nonetheless. I wasted no time wrapping him in a tight hug, burying my head in his chest as he hugged me back.

"Hello, Y/N. It's good to see you," he said, kissing my hair before we pulled apart. "To be quite honest, I'm just relieved I actually made it."

I shot a grin at him as I led him inside, grabbing his suitcase before closing the door behind him.

"It wasn't that bad, was it?"

"Honestly, I don't know how you muggles do it," he sighed, flopping down in the nearest chair without even taking off his coat. "I spoke to at least three men who just glared at me when I asked for directions, and when someone finally gave me answer, they gave me directions to the wrong place!"

I hid a laugh in my hand as I wrapped my arms around Percy's shoulders from behind, leaning my head against his.

"I'm sorry it was such an ordeal," I said. "But if you want, I could try to teach you how to use a thing muggles use to get around... it's called Google Maps-"

"Y/N, we're back! Is Percy here yet?"

I stopped short, kissing Percy's cheek before pulling away. I shot him a wink, then turned towards the doorway my family was coming through. They'd gone out for brunch earlier, but I'd decided not to go with them so I could be here whenever Percy finally arrived.

My family and I took a vacation together every year, and this time, I'd invited Percy. We'd been together for more than a year, and he'd finally told me he was a wizard a few months ago. Although my family didn't know that particular secret, he'd definitely reached family-vacation status.

"He just got here," I said, smiling as my family made their way in. They'd all met Percy before, and despite his exhaustion, he seemed genuinely happy to see everyone. We all chatted and exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes, but I could see how badly it was wearing on my already-exhausted boyfriend.

"So, Percy, tell us about your trip here," started my mom, leaning forward across the counter like she was readying for a long, in-depth story. I jumped in before either of them could get rolling.

"Actually, mom, Percy's pretty wiped out from the trip. I think we might just go upstairs and watch a movie, or else take a nap," I said. Her eyes widened and she leaned back with a nod.

"Of course! Get some rest. We've got all kinds of fun planned for the week, so you'll need all the energy you can muster."

Percy smiled and nodded, then grabbed his bag as I led him out of the room. We headed upstairs to our shared room, and Percy was clearly dragging as we went.

"Is it pathetic that I'm already missing my wand?" he sighed, dropping his bag at the foot of the bed before plopping down on the soft mattress. I smiled as I moved to sit next to him.

"Maybe a little," I teased, leaning into him. "But considering how immediately weakened I am without my phone... I can't judge you too hard."

Percy nodded. "Yes, I know how important those are to muggles."

I raised an eyebrow. Despite our relationship coming up on the year and a half mark, Percy had learned almost nothing about muggle technology.

"The ekel tricity that buzzes in your hand is clearly necessary, although I must admit I still don't quite get the appeal of it."

I stared at him, honestly too stunned to speak. Before I could figure out how to phrase any of the questions his statement left, he stood with a huff and walked across the room to the tv.

"Well, shall we stare at the telly vision while one of your muggle stories is acted out?" he asked, turning back to me with his hands on his hips and all the confidence in the world. "Or would you rather listen to a music box with ekel tricity instead? A radio, I believe?"

Percy waited for my response expectantly, a proud expression on his face. I gaped back at him. I honestly had no idea where to even start responding to all that.

"I... Perce... what are you saying?" I asked, unable to help a slight laugh in my voice. He frowned, but it was quickly replaced with the same confident expression he'd had before.

"Impressed, right? I may have finally sat down with my father for a few lessons on all your muggle techy nology in order to prepare for my week living as a muggle," he said, giving me a smug grin. I hid my smile behind my hand. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but the past three minutes of his speech had been utter nonsense.

"Perce..." I started, trying to be as gentle as possible. "It is so, so sweet that you wanted to learn about muggle stuff for me and my family. Really, that's wonderful. I appreciate it."

Percy's smiled widened, and he gave me a pleased nod.

"I really hate to tell you this, after all of that, but... almost nothing you said made any sense."

Percy's expression changed to one of shock as he processed my words, then his face fell.

"What? Are you sure?" I nodded, and a fierce blush quickly rose up his neck and across his face, all the way to the tips of his ears. "Oh. Well, that's... hm."

"Oh, babe," I stood and crossed the room to where Percy stood, floundering and clearly embarrassed. "It's okay. It's not your fault that wizards rarely bother to learn things about muggles. You had no reliable source material to draw on, no matter how well-meaning your father is."

Percy sighed. "I suppose. I just... I wanted to impress you."

"You already have," I said, giving him a soft smile and an equally soft kiss. I rested my hands on his shoulder, and I could feel his muscles relax as I moved to kiss his cheek, and then the tip of his nose. "The fact that you tried at all means the world to me. But... if you really want to learn, I could certainly teach you what things actually do here, and how they work."

Percy took a deep breath and let it out slowly, collecting himself and shifting his mindset. He'd come a long, long way from where he used to be, even when I'd first met him, and it made me so proud to see him doing so well.

"I would love that, Y/N," he said, closing his eyes and leaning down to kiss my forehead. "Thank you."

"Anytime. Anything, for you."

He hummed and smiled against my skin, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me tighter to him as he did.

"So... if you want to start, this is called a 'tv'. A bunch of tiny particles get sent from a place far away to here, through the air, and the tv picks them up and interprets them. Then we get a visual version of those particles that ends up looking kind of like a moving portrait, but it tells stories that already exist and that don't change and that you can't talk to."

"You're making my head hurt."

"Sorry," I grimaced. "There's definitely a better way for me to explain this... Let me see if I can find something that might be easier to understand-"

I turned to grab my phone, but Percy stopped me with a light squeeze to my waist and I looked back up at him.

"Before we do that... any chance we could take that nap you mentioned to your parents? I think I might need full use of my mental faculties to understand whatever it is you're about to explain to me."

"Not a bad idea," I agreed. I started walking backwards towards the bed, and Percy moved with me. "Thankfully, beds and naps work the same in the muggle world and the wizarding world."

"Thank God for that," he sighed dramatically. I laughed as we fell into the bed together, then shuffled around until we were under the covers. We didn't even bother to change out of our jeans, and Percy only shrugged off his coat as an afterthought.

"I'm going to set an alarm for an hour and a half," I told him, rolling over to grab my phone. He hummed his agreement, and when I turned back to lay my head on his chest, I found him staring at me through tired, squinted eyes. "You okay?"

"I'm debating asking you about that thing you just did with your... telly phone..."

"Later," I decided for him. "After sleep."

"Hmm. I agree."

With that, he pulled me closer to him and closed his eyes. I snuggled up against his chest, closing my eyes as well, even though I wasn't really all that tired. Percy fell asleep in minutes, and I was surprised to find myself not far behind him. The warmth of the room combined with the soft sound of his heartbeat and the safe embrace of his arms was overpowering, and I quickly drifted off next to my boyfriend.

He still had a thousand things to learn about the muggle world, and I was in about the same boat with the wizarding world. But in the end, it didn't matter. We were meant for each other, and figuring out new things along the way would only make us better, together.

I couldn't wait for where our lives of different worlds lead us next. Other than to the tv, and an education of all the best muggle movies that Percy had to see, that is.

Although undeniably, that part would be incredibly fun too.

#fictober22 #Harry Potter #percy weasley #percy weasley x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #percy weasley fanfiction #percy weasley oneshot #percy weasley imagine #percy weasley fluff #wizarding world #muggle #muggle culture #arthur weasley #post hogwarts #Magic #wizards #family vacation #Gryffindor #muggles

[snetunia-snosier-lover]

Petunia: Hey, Severus, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?

Severus: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.

Petunia: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?

Severus: Can't really say I have.

Petunia: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.

Severus: Sorry, Tunia. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

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[oldhptextposts]

#hogwarts #hermione granger #harry potter nostalgia #harry potter #muggle #muggleborn #slytherin #ravenclaw #Gryffindor #hufflepuff

[harmonyandco]

Hermione's parents guilt her into auditioning for a reality television dating show. To her surprise, she's cast as a lead. As her only friend that can pass in the muggle world, Harry makes a number of appearances on the show. Of course, viewers being what they are, a sizable portion start rooting for the two of them to get together rather than Hermione and the male lead.

via @johnburtonlee

#johnburtonlee #harry x hermione #harmony #prompt #au #muggle #no mag

[artsymushu]

His soundtrack

I've been thinking a lot lately about what kind of music would Fred listen to if he was a muggle, or if he was alive in our timeline.

I really like the idea of him turning on a muggle radio and falling in love with Queen and Bon Jovi. Him bonding with his father because they have something in common, and Arthur being so proud of his son's newest interest in muggles. Him stopping any muggle born at Hogwarts just to find out more about our music. Him, who already loved dancing to The Weird Sister's songs with his little sister, slowly introducing Ginny to muggle music too. And muggle songs playing at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, making the scared muggle born children feel suddenly welcome in the wizarding world the first time they step into Diagon Alley.

Fred's passion for music has been on my mind for a long time, it's one of my favourite headcanons and I'm trying to make a playlist for him now.

I have some ideas, but I would love to hear what other songs do people relate Fred to. What do you think??

#fred weasley #fred and george #fred weasley hc #fred weasley headcanon #fred weasley headcanons #gryffindor #fred #fred weasley x reader #harry potter #slytherin #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #muggle #muggleborn

[slyther-bi]

The day after Severus comforts Laura.

She refuses to leave his side and he can't decide wether to be annoyed or happy about it.

#severus x laura #laura x severus #severus x oc #severus snape x laura higgins #severus snape prince #severus snape #laura higgins (oc) #half blood prince #muggle #shit post #random #random shit #my shit #hp #hp text post #hp shit #hp shitpost #my art #hp art #snape fandom #snape fanart #pro snape #snart

[jilychallenge2023]

December 23

A lovely fic by @sapphire1616

read al Lily’s great New Year’s resolutions and how well that pans out in “resolutely Lily” on ao3!

have a good weekend lovely people !

#djc2023 #december jily challenge #maker: sapphire1616 #jple #jilychallenge #jily #james potter #Muggle #the er shift

[sachaa-ff]

If Evil was a person 👀

You think of someone else?

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #weasley twins #imagine #oneshot #hp #hp fanfic #wizard #evil #👀 #george weasley #draco malfoy #fred weasley #marauders #mattheo riddle #slytherin boys #harry potter world #muggle #sirius black #drago malfoy

[cherrycocaineee]

36. Draco Malfoy - Avada Kedavra

*Synopsis: During the war, Maggie finds a way back to Hogwarts as she’s worried about Draco and the friends she made there. She’s surprised to find all of the students and teachers standing before Voldemort, while ‘dead’ Harry Potter was being carried by Hagrid. Spotting Draco, she runs out to the center of the battlefield and calls his name. But a muggle at Hogwarts doesn’t exactly make Voldemort happy.*

*Warning - doesn’t follow the movie 100%, mentions of death, anger, and war. Whatever else is considered a warning*

*Maggie’s p.o.v*

Every inch of my body felt like it was broken when I woke up in the middle of my Grandmother’s old farmhouse. There was a hole in the roof and the speculation of whether or not I fell through it came into question. I pulled myself off the ground; a layer of dust was collected on my clothes causing me to dust it off. Coughing from the cloud of dust, I stumbled out onto the porch and gasped desperately for some fresh air. I was greeted by the sickly green color of the England sky; the feeling that something was wrong burned me deep in my bones. As I stared up at the dark sky, the last couple of months hit me like a ton of bricks. Dumbledore was gone forever, just like Grandma Loral; Draco was a Deatheater, which he had refrained from telling me until the night he asked me to see him, and was meant to kill Dumbledore himself. Draco didn’t know that I had witnessed him trying to kill Dumbledore but failing to do so, or me seeing the mark on his arm when he revealed it. Snape, in the end, was the one who had killed Dumbledore and was a Deatheater all along. Harry and I confronted Snape at the beginning of the school year and I had managed to get him alone as he ran off to avoid confrontation. Our conversation was heavy on my mind.

“Snape!” I yelled out; his body coming to an abrupt stop, “Why? Why did you do it?” “A muggle such as yourself could never understand,” he hissed. “You were his friend!” I yelled back, “and Draco! Where is he?” He watched me and time seemed to move ever so slow the longer he held his gaze. The inside of my throat felt raw and sweat was practically pouring from my skin. “I know Draco met with you,” Snape said, “at your Grandmother’s house after Dumbledore’s death. He told you everything despite what you are.” I swallowed hard, being reminded by the burning in my throat how dry it was. “I love him,” I said; Snape got closer to me. “Even after everything he is?” I couldn’t answer that because I didn’t know if I did. That night I couldn’t abandon him, he was in so much pain, but my feelings for him felt rocky. Every part of me wanted to hold on to that love but it didn’t seem practical with where he was heading. “Yes,” I stated. “Then forget about him. With you around, you’ll only put him in danger.”

The next thing I remembered was a flash of light and I was thrown here. For how long was beyond me; it could have been days, weeks, months. I collapsed on the steps of the porch, fresh tears spilling from my eyes as I tried to cope with all the events that have occurred in however many days it's been. It felt like I hadn’t cried in so long and this was much needed at a time like this. My entire world felt like it was crashing before me and there was nothing I could do. I was nothing more than a muggle and I didn’t hold anything powerful inside me like all of my friends and family. It was a curse being born the only muggle to a family of wizards and witches.

  When I was done crying, I picked myself back up and went inside. There must have been something left behind here; since no one was able to sell it so all of her belongings had remained here and sometimes I would come stay here when I missed her so much. I picked up an old, tattered photo album and plopped down on the withering couch before flipping it open and looking through the photos. Like every other photo in the magic world, these photos moved revealing a few seconds before and a few seconds after the snap of the camera. There were tons of photos: my grandmother with her late husband who I had never had the pleasure of meeting, my parents who had died when I was terribly young; they were so young and in love based on the stories I was told and the photos I saw, then there was Draco and I. Some of the pictures I hadn’t known were being taken, for example, the two of us sitting in the garden; Draco’s head rested in my lap while I read to him from one of the many story books I kept around. He was watching me so lovingly, not an ounce of hatred in his eyes or heart that day. Another photo was taken with our knowledge; Draco had snuck away from school to see me on a particularly warm day and we were outside enjoying a fresh bowl of cut watermelon. His arms were wrapped around my waist and I was feeding him a piece when Grandma had snapped the photo. I smiled, a stray tear slipping off my cheek and onto the old paper.

  I flipped to the next page which happened to also be the last page of the album. There was something written on the empty page in black ink in perfect, loopy handwriting that belonged to my Grandmother. The words on the page were addressed to me which was odd because I had never seen them before. I traced my fingers over the ink as I read the inscription.

“Those who tell you that magic is the most powerful force known to all have never known the true power of absolute, undying love. Maggie, you may be a muggle but your love and heart are just as powerful as any wand.”

All of the memories of Draco and I flooded through my mind as I was reminded of all the times I was truly in love with this boy. Even now my heart aches to be near him, to touch him, to breathe in the unforgettable scent of his expensive cologne. Of course I was angry at him from betraying all of Hogwarts by becoming a Deatheater, and for him to not tell me or trust me with that information was heartbreaking but there was no denying that I was terribly in love with him because there was a better side to him than all of this. I needed to get back to Hogwarts and check on all of my friends, and I needed to find Draco. Fortunately I had managed to pick up a few tricks on how to get to and from Hogwarts after being there for so long. Not many ways worked for muggles but there were a few including a portkey which I was fortunate to own thanks to Grandma Loral. It was a stupid looking portkey, a piece of yarn with a paperclip attached to it but it was damn powerful. This portkey allowed for me to transport myself anywhere my Grandmother had been and that included Hogwarts. Taking a deep breath, I fished the object out of my jean pocket. As soon as my fingers touched the odd piece of trash, I was transported back to Hogwarts with a single thought of the school in my head.

   It didn’t matter how many times I used this thing, I would never be use to the sudden landing of the portkey. My knees always buckled and I always ended up falling down because of the lack of balance in my body. Oddly enough, there was no one around. Pulling myself from the ground, I did a swift scan of the halls of Hogwarts. They were in ruins; dirt and gravel and chunks of other pieces of the building were scattered all over the place. Something had definitely happened here. I ran to the window and popped my head out. Everyone was standing out there in front with defeated looks on their faces. Standing a couple of feet away from the people I’ve grown to call family was an ungodly pale man in dark robes in front of an even larger group of darkly dressed people. It hit me instantly, this was the man everyone had been scared of, who Draco had told me about that evening Dumbledore was murdered: Voldemort. Even from up here, I was terrified. Hagrid was walking forward with a person being held in his arms but I couldn’t really make out who it was. All I could really see was the sad look over Hagrid’s face as if he had just lost someone beloved to him. Then it hit me hard with the realization that it was Harry being cradled in Hagrid’s arms.

 From underneath I heard some murmuring but couldn’t make out the words. That is until Voldemort started speaking, his voice booming over the schoolyard.

 “Harry Potter…is dead!” He yelled.

 “No! No!” Ginny screamed, trying to push herself forward.

“Silence!” Voldemort bellowed, raising his wand and throwing a spell towards Ginny causing her to stumble backwards, “Stupid girl. Harry Potter is dead.”

  Every inch of my body felt hot and I found it harder and harder to breathe as I held back more tears.

“From this day forth,” Voldemort continued, “you put your faith…in me. Harry Potter is dead! And now is the time to declare yourself. Come forward and join us…or die.”

From behind Voldemort stood a man who looked like a much older Draco; he lifted his hands and waved frantically forward. I could hear his voice as clear as day as he called out.

  “Draco! Draco.”

  But even in the crowd I could hardly make him out because of the people surrounding him. Then a woman stepped forward, her black hair had a single streak of white in it. She raised her arms openly and spoke in a soothing voice.

  “Draco, come.”

Draco emerged from the crowd and slowly approached Voldemort and his family. A low, eerie chuckle left Voldemort’s lips as he reached his arms out to greet Draco.

  “Well done, Draco. Well done.”

  I watched as Draco made his way to his parents slowly before holding onto who I assumed was his mother. The look on my face made my heart ache. He looked sad and defeated, like he didn’t want to be where he was anymore. Not wasting another second standing at this window, I ran off down the hall to the entrance. I could hear more chatting, a speech is what it sounded like but it wasn’t coming from Voldemort, instead it was coming from Neville. I rushed out the side of the building and some of the students turned to me, gasping at the mere sight of me. I scanned the area and saw Neville speaking to the entire crowd while holding something in his hand, it looked like the sorting hat. He pulled out a sword from the hat ready to use it. That’s when Harry fell out of Hagrid’s arms and pointed his wand.

  “Confringo!”

 The spell blasted towards the snake beside Voldemort rather than at him but it bounced off and into the crowd of Deatheaters. Harry took off running and some of the Deatheaters started to leave at the sudden situation; most of them were being yelled at by some frizzy haired woman who wanted them to stay and fight. I pushed past everyone, even passed Professor McGonagall who tried to grab me but failed. Voldemort was shooting random spells at Harry, who managed to dodge a lot of them but used his wand to get rid of the ones he couldn’t. I ran past him but muggles have a different scent than wizards or witches, they lack the smell of magic, so as soon as I ran past him he noticed me. His eyes tearing away from Harry and I could practically hear him snarl behind me.

  “Muggle,” he hissed, angrily.

 “Maggie! No!” Harry yelled.

  “Draco!” I screamed.

  The blonde haired boy stopped and turned around quickly, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight of me.

  “Draco! I love you!” I called out, “I’ll always love you! No matter what! Do you hear me?! I love you, Draco Malfoy!”

*Draco’s p.o.v*

“I love you, Draco Malfoy!” Maggie yelled towards me.

   Tears started to stream down my face and I yanked myself away from my mother and father as they desperately tried to reach me. The single sight of Maggie filled me with so much warmth, and all I needed was for her to be in my arms. As I started walking faster towards her, her own feet carrying her even faster to meet me, I spotted Voldemort raising his wand towards her. Everything felt slow and I could hear the sound of my heart beating inside my chest rapidly as I watched.

  “Maggie!” I cried, time returning back to its normal path and more tears spilling from my face.

 She didn’t bother turning around as if she knew what was coming next. Instead, she smiled at me.

  “Avada Kedavra!” Voldemort hollered.

 A green flashing light soared through the sky towards her.

  “Maggie!” I screamed just as the flash of green light hit her.

I felt my mother grab me, trying to drag me away but I just pulled myself away from her again and ran to Maggie’s body that now lay on the ground. I fell to my knees and grabbed her body; it was heavy and limp with no sign of movement. My tears fell onto her face as I cried.

 “No, please. Maggie, please, wake up.”

  Voldemort raised his wand at me this time but his spell was defiled by Potter causing the attention to be thrown back to him.

I pulled Maggie’s body upwards and hugged her tightly as I sobbed; my mother’s hands touched my shoulder as she knelt beside me. She tried to pull Maggie out of my arms but I didn’t allow it.

  “I love her!” I cried out, “Don’t take her away from me!”

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[green-and-grey-kenaz]

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black and their relationship with Muggles

So I’ve got a small essay about the Black family and their surprisingly pro-muggle relations which all stemmed from me reading about their gas lights in Grimmauld Place. This is all research and musings of an evening so feel free to add or correct, anyone who finds this of interest.

Generally, the Black family is associated with looking down on muggles to the point of extreme hatred. We are given examples of family members who are disowned for marrying muggles, muggleborns and even supporting muggle rights. In one example, we are shown that one of their number wanted to make muggle hunting legal. Overall, it does not paint a particularly positive relationship.

However, it is curious to note that Grimmauld Place is stated to have been a muggle house, which the Black family coveted and managed to acquire. Now, while I doubt the muggles fared well out of this exchange, it is strange that someone in their family would find a muggle property so alluring that they went to the trouble of acquiring it when surely they already owned other properties in more wizard heavy areas. Another interesting muggle point is that 12 Grimmauld Place has gas lighting. Now, this is probably late 1800s for instalment (if we assume that wizards are not currently making old fashioned gas lights), which would put it at Phineas Nigellus Black’s time. It would suggest a surprisingly not anti-muggle outlook, which might explain why he became Headmaster at Hogwarts. It would be a strangely modern move (contemporary with muggles), but even if installed post their popularity in the muggle world, Grimmauld Place still appears to be shockingly modern and muggle in comparison to Hogwarts and potentially other wizarding homes such as the Malfoy’s Manner (or even the Burrow, which is described as being created/held together with magic).

Now, this could be fun to tie in to Sirius and his pro-muggle beliefs but the most interesting conclusion I find to this is revealed in Kreacher’s Tale where Regulus is stated to have wanted to bring wizards out of hiding and to rule over the muggles. This is rather more in keeping with Grindelwald’s ideology and rather juxtaposed to Voldemort’s actual results (although the Death Eater’s movements may have changed over time). It may even suggest a more positive (although by no means pro or supportive of) attitude towards muggles compared to other Death Eaters. In this light, Regulus’ betrayal of Voldemort might be seen as more than just a reaction to the Horcrux creation (and treatment of Kreacher?) but also of further ideological differences, which would certainly make sense considering the fact that during the first war, he was known to have gotten cold feet.

All in all, while seen from the outside, the Black family appears to be outdated, they may have been surprisingly modern by wizarding standards, choosing to live in the centre of a huge muggle environment, even at time adopting some of their technology. While they were certainly not pro muggle, their attitudes may have been somewhat different to that of the Death Eaters we see in the Harry Potter books. Their House, unlike many other wizarding families, may have seen a greater tug between tradition and innovation, potentially installing new fangled muggle lightning within the same generation as disowning family members for supporting muggle rights. It was a House struggling to survive to a rapidly changing world, which perhaps aided in its downfall.

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