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ancientsstudies · 2 days
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Perfect blend of science and art.
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hinnysupremacy · 2 days
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Harry after Ginny tells him she’s pregnant
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kruzbr · 11 months
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Monster under the bed
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karlrincon · 6 months
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Raising our wands for Michael Gambon. 🪄
“Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light” - Albus Dumbledore
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srednod · 6 months
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Andreas Andersen Hendrik Andersen and John Potter 1894
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potterharryloves · 9 months
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Another jegulus incorrect quote
Euphemia Potter: Regulus kissed you?
James: *staring woefully out of his window*
Effie: and you said thank you…?
James: yeah...
Effie: well that was very polite of you
meanwhile
Regulus: thank you?!?! WHO SAID THANK YOU IN THIS SITUATION, WHAT DID HE MEAN
Fleamont : I'm sorry reg, my son is stupid, but you already knew this.
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that-bitch-kat3 · 7 months
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james potter
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jegulus4444 · 6 months
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James is not straight, James is not gay, James is not bi.
JAMES IS PANSEXUAL 🩷💛🩵
I would know because I’m James Potter.
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stellastell · 1 year
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❤️
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colossalcriminal · 1 year
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Housekeeping
Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader
Summary: When Harry gets a part-time gig cleaning the house down the street to escape the Dursleys for a few hours a week during the summer, he soon recognises the residents’ daughter as his own schoolmate.
Content Warnings: None, really? Not proofread. There’s no specific time this takes place, you could say it’s the summer after fifth year. Reader is also a Ravenclaw but it doesn’t have too much of an impact. Mentions of a functional family.
“There you go, Harry. Don’t worry about the downstairs, today. Just some light dusting upstairs and wiping the windows.”
Harry nodded, smiling down at the many shiny coins that lay in his hand.
He got to work, somewhat disappointed that there wasn’t much to do today. He wondered if there really was more, but the L/Ns were too nice to ask. Dusting along several shelves that lined the wall of the upstairs hallway, he made his way to the first room. 
It’d been his first time in this one. The door, for the first time ever, was slightly ajar, a stark difference from its usual shut position. It wasn’t too clean, the trunk open and closet half empty, not yet finished with unpacking for the summer holiday. Books and trinkets were scattered about the table, bed haphazardly made. The walls were painted a pretty shade of cream, almost completely covered with posters of musicians such as Celestina Warbeck and Lorcan d’Eath, he was surprised to see them accompanied by several Ravenclaw banners and a blue and bronze tie hanging from the bedpost.
He had an inkling that the L/N family knew of magic and wizards, but for their child to attend Hogwarts? Harry did as he was paid to do, wiping the windows. Dusting the shelves, he was oddly determined to find out who lived in this bedroom.
A Ravenclaw.
Judging by the clothing style and size, which he knew very little about, she couldn’t be much younger than him. 
The boy refused to snoop through the stack of letters on her bedside table, only one name catching his eye. Dean Thomas.
Were they friends? He hadn’t noticed Dean with a girl, but lately, he hadn’t noticed much at all. Were they dating? “Who are you?” Harry murmured, sighing as he went to look at the framed moving photographs.
With narrowed eyes, the name he’d been searching for had uncovered itself in his brain. “Y/N L/N.”
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It was warmer than it was a few days ago when he was wiping windows and dusting shelves, Harry walked down the street, knocking on the door of number 8 Privet Drive.
Would she be home?
The door swung open several minutes later, but it wasn’t to address him. Perhaps his knock was too quiet, too nervous, to be heard. “I’ll be back late, tonight!”
“No, Y/N! Not a single minute after twelve!”
“Let's make it twelve-thirty!” She shut the door before her parents could retaliate, eyes widening slightly at the sight of him. “Oh, I think you’re cleaning the kitchen today.” Y/N told him before scurrying off, readjusting the purse strap on her shoulder.
His eyes trailed after her as she walked away. Summer was most definitely here, one could tell from her skirt and vest, along with the sunglasses that covered what he remembered to be very pretty eyes.
Shaking his head, Harry scolded himself for looking too long, getting one last glimpse of her wonderfully styled hair before entering the house.
He’d seen her, she’d spoken a total of eight words to him.
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Thursday came, the second and last day of the week he had to clean, Harry would have to wait four more days to return on Monday to find any sort of reprieve from the Dursleys.
He insisted on wiping the countertops slower, ensuring maximum shine, scrubbing with utmost precision while Mr. L/N sipped on tea in the living room and Mrs. L/N judged the flower arrangement on the dining table.
The front door shut, and no one flinched. “I’m home!”
She placed her bag onto the table her mother was sitting at. “Hair up please, darling, Harry’s just cleaned the floor.”
Y/N huffed slightly before bunching her hair up into a clip, plopping down onto the sofa next to her father. “Hi, dad.”
Her father’s eyes remained on the newspaper. “Hello, you.”
“I’m hungry.”
“Hi, hungry. I’m dad.” She pouted at the awful joke. “You should’ve eaten while you were at the burrow.”
“I wasn’t hungry at the time.”
Harry kept to himself, brows furrowed. The burrow? He’d never seen her there, it must’ve been a remarkable coincidence that their lives overlapped so heavily, yet they have yet to speak more than ten words to each other. 
“Go make a sandwich then.”
“I’m lazy.”
She retreated to her bedroom after a light chat with her mum, and soon he was due back at number 4.
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“Why don’t you stay for dinner, Harry?”
“What?” Y/N almost dropped the plate she held while setting the table.
“What?” Harry’s face was one of surprise. The two spoke simultaneously. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude, Mrs. L/N.”
The older woman waved him off, supplying her daughter with a fourth plate. “Nonsense, we would love to have you.”
And so the quartet sat for dinner, the teenage girl beside her father, the boy beside her mother. “This is really nice, Mrs. L/N.”
“Thank you, dear.” A short pause. “Are you and Y/N good friends in school?”
The pair weren’t sure of what to say. “We don’t talk much, mum. Different houses and that.”
“Speaking of houses, that final game for the Quidditch cup!” Mr. L/N began, eliciting a sigh from Y/N. “Absolutely ridiculous! I always tell Y/N, just because you score the first few points, doesn’t mean you calm your attack, don’t you think so, Harry?”
“I can’t say much, sir, but I know that Y/N is a great player.”
“Not great enough for Ravenclaw to beat you.” She murmured, slightly annoyed. “We would’ve won that match if Davies hadn’t substituted Chambers for Bradley.”
Harry smiled. “I have no doubt. Fair game, though?”
With hesitance, she nodded. “Fair game.”
He took notice of her face, the lipgloss she wore and the darkness of her eyelashes, a blush creeping up his neck.
As dinner soon came to a conclusion, Y/N was tasked with the light burden of walking him to the door. “See you Thursday.” She dropped the coins into his hand, their fingers brushing against each other, but only he took notice of the warmth radiating between them.
Had he been hallucinating?
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“Mum and dad are out, come in.”
He nodded meekly, the confidence he’d built up since Monday dissipated. “You’re working on downstairs, today. The floors.” It was his first time seeing her at home, comfortable. Not leaving, or just returning.
But the thought of it reminded him of a particularly embarrassing day.
The upstairs flooring was completely carpeted, easier to clean than downstairs as all he had to do was a quick vacuum.
He pushed the machine along, running it over every imperfection he could spot, until he found himself before a certain door that was now shut, like always.
Harry contemplated. Her bedroom counted as upstairs, right?
The boy was itching to refresh his memory of her room, dying to know if her decor had remained the same, despite it being just a little over a week since he’d last seen it.
With an odd spur of confidence, he wrapped his hand around the old knob, twisting it and opening the door with a quiet click.
He didn’t expect her to actually be home, and he wasn’t surprised she hadn’t noticed her door open just about three inches, a bespectacled eye peeking through. It was much too loud to hear the opening of the door, with the noise of the vacuum and the melody of Celestina Warbeck’s debut album playing at a considerably loud volume.
She laid on her stomach, bed lazily made underneath her, her cheek resting on her palm, the other hand holding an arithmancy textbook.
Her legs occasionally swung back and forth in the air. Y/N was clad in just a pair of pajama shorts and a vest to combat the summer heat they weren’t used to in London, or Hogwarts. 
Harry’s breath hitched into his throat, all of his willpower being used to ensure he was not to choke and break out into a coughing fit at the sight of her chest pushed up due to her positioning. After all, he was a teenage boy.
With a gulp, he quietly shut the door, shaking his head at no one but himself.
She didn’t instantly run upstairs, instead, she returned to her seat at the dining table, picking up her quill and continuing her scribble. 
Y/N’s system was neat, efficient. Several relevant textbooks were scattered around her, each open to a different section. Multiple past essays she’d written, and scored especially high on, displayed for her to copy any impressive vocabulary. The television was on, but she didn’t seem to be distracted, instead, she hummed along to the tune of whatever Weird Sisters song was playing, continuing to write.
Grabbing the broom, he began his duties.
Minutes passed, downstairs was a lot of ground to cover.
He worked around her. “Would you like anything to eat?”
Harry’s head snapped up to find her already looking at him with a sheepish smile. “Sorry? Erm, no. Thank you, though.” She nodded, unsure of how to feel after what felt like his rejection. “Do you like music?”
The girl chuckled at his question. “I do, a lot. You?”
“I don’t listen to it much.”
“You should come over more often, then. I have a massive collection of records upstairs, we could listen together, find out what’s to your taste.”
He only nodded with a small smile, internally giddy a the thought of this being their first conversation, instigated by no one but them. His heart nearly burst at the thought of being in her room, a record turning while they chatted about whatever. “Do you go to the burrow a lot?”
“Only sometimes, to see Fred and George. I’ve never seen you there, do you go often?”
“Sometimes, yeah.”
“Must be a coincidence, we keep missing each other.”
In his effort to get the mop out and ready for use, his shoulder jerked, hitting the shelf next to him.
Multiple books had come off at the impact, falling onto the floor and landing with a harsh thud. “Here, let me help.” Harry didn’t hear her, and he didn’t notice the speed at which she’d walked around the dining table and to the shelf, too soaked up in his nervousness and silently scolding himself.
Y/N crouched down, collecting the fallen books into a pile. “Thank you, I’m sorry for the mess.” He forced out.
She let out a giggle, then another, and then a proper laugh. He only stared at her in utter bewilderment, wondering whether he was a joke, or she was a madwoman. “Sorry,” She calmed down, a few chuckles still coming between her words. “you’re just so oddly charming.”
The Ravenclaw took notice of his expression, an adorable mixture of worrisome, flushed and somewhat flattered. “It’s a good thing. You’re cute.”
“Cute?”
She shuffled closer to him to reach for the stack of books he’d picked up, the pair of them now fully sat on the cold floor. “Yes, Potter. Cute.”
He turned his head to face her, they were now aware of their proximity, the closeness. The lack of space between them. His brows furrowed nonetheless, his mouth forming a pout. “Cute? Really?”
“Would you prefer another adjective? Adorable?” Her face moved toward his, a bashful smile playing on her lips. “Harry?”
“Yes?” The call of his name didn’t aid him in snapping out of his trance, he was hypnotized by the colour of her eyes, the strawberry scent of her moisturizer filling his nostrils. “Can I kiss you?”
With her nod, their lips joined, his hand travelling to cup her cheek.
The front door shut, with a brief announcement from her parents, declaring their return. “Better get to work.” Y/N whispered, patting his chest twice before returning back to her study station.
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hinnysupremacy · 2 months
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Older Harry and Ginny
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kruzbr · 1 year
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Late
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yendts · 4 months
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on my scorbus blog i posted abt the hc where when you marry a malfoy your hair slowly turns the iconic malfoy blond too, like narcissa’s in the movies, and i’ve been dying to draw it,, plus the normal version bc i thought it was just as cute as a married scorbus spread <3 (also all pose refs belong to mellon_soup on pinterest i’m far too tired to make my own rn but i love all theirs sm)
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kness · 5 months
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Otter buddies 🦦
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potterharryloves · 5 months
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