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The way I interpreted the introduction of the Marauders was that it was meant to be a cautionary tale for Harry, not an inspiration. Both lived during a time of war (same war, different eras) but to drastically different outcomes and it was all due to their friendships.

The Marauders had attempted to put a bandaid over their fissures (that being their power imbalance, group dynamics, etc.). But, as the war went into full effect, the cracks worsened. Tensions grew. Things were different. They didn't trust each other as easily anymore.

The war got between them. Peter crumbled under the weight of his fear. We can only wonder what would have happened if he felt more supported by his friends and less like a pet. Sirius made it clear where his loyalty lied (the Potters). He suspected Remus as the spy. Remus suspected him. James couldn't mediate under lockdown.

The thing is: war is a fog that clouds your brain. This is acknowledged by both Remus and Sirius when they reunite. They apologize for thinking ill of one another because it wasn't intentional. They were just scared. So, the problem lies in the fact that their foundation was rocky to begin with. James was their pillar.

And you could easily see Harry as the pillar of his group. He's the one they draw inspiration from, after all. But, in reality, each member is holding their own weight. Harry and his friends remain steadfast throughout the war. Loyal to not one but to all.

Even during tough times or moments where they disagree, there was never a doubt about whether they would finish this fight side-by-side. It really goes to show the strength of their bond.

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Oh gosh this made me love her and them even more

Bold of us all to assume Ginny's crush on Harry spawned from him being the Boy Who Lived, and not from hearing Ron, Fred & George gush about his once in a generation Quidditch skills

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Want

“--and you’d think, after rereading the chapter twice that I’d have a bleeding clue what Vector was on about, but I haven’t. The OWL is going to be a complete disaster.”

“You could always fall asleep in the middle,” Harry suggests, smirking. “I’ve heard that’s an effective way to get out of OWLs.”

“Excellent advice,” Ginny snorts. “And anyway, what are you on about, ‘fall asleep in the middle'? I thought you had a vision?”

It’s odd to joke about what was arguably the worst evening of his life – the worst evening in a life already rife with horrific evenings contending for the top spot – but he finds that the twinge of grief and regret doesn’t come. Not while her warm hand is clasped in his. “I did,” he says airily. “After I fell asleep.”

“You’re a terrible influence,” she snickers, smacking his arm lightly with her free hand. They’re not taking the most direct route from the Library to the Gryffindor Common Room, choosing instead to meander lazily in the relative privacy of the nearly-curfew corridors. They’ve ended up somewhere on the fourth floor, somehow. “What’ll you do when I flunk out of Hogwarts, eh?”

“You won’t,” he answers.

“I might,” she says warningly, and then she heaves a great sigh. “I suppose I could stay at home and help Mum with the chickens, assuming she doesn’t murder me…” 

She’s joking, but Harry thinks he sees a glint of something resembling genuine worry in her expression. He’s reminded irresistibly of himself in the days leading up to his expulsion hearing, how he’d gone to Sirius, hoping desperately for reassurance that expulsion wouldn’t mean the end…

“If you do, we could always just move to France,” Harry says. “According to Fleur it’s better there anyway.”

Ginny raises an eyebrow. “‘We’?”

“Yeah,” Harry says, nonchalant. “You’re not ditching me here to do NEWTs alone.”

Ginny stares at him, and then a smile spreads across her lips. “Yeah, alright. But not France. I’m not going anywhere Fleur thinks is good.”

“Wherever,” Harry shrugs easily. “I’m not fussy.”

Ginny tugs at his arm so he’s facing her, and then she backs him slowly up against the craggy stone wall of the corridor, and he feels his heart quicken. “What about Siberia? Would you go there?”

She’s pressed herself up against him, her hands snaking up around his shoulders, and he’s finding it difficult to think at the minute. “Siberia could be nice.”

She presses her lips against his, so soft, and his breath hitches in his chest. Before he has the chance to melt into her, she pulls back, but only just. Her eyelids are fluttering, and her lips still ghost against his as she whispers, “The Sahara, then?”

“Sure,” he agrees, not caring where he’s agreeing to as long as she’s there, and then he’s kissing her. He wonders vaguely if he’ll ever get used to this: the feel of her pressed up against his chest, the way his life seems so much brighter now that it’s lit up with her fiery glow, how dangerous wanting has become now that all he wants is her. 

He kisses her, and pulls her in closer, and the want nearly swallows him whole - to touch her everywhere, to have her for more than just a fleeting moment, to escape the sword hanging overhead, poised to slice him open along the seams she’s only just sewn together. 

Siberia could be nice, really. No prophecy, or Horcruxes, or Voldemort. Just Ginny, her skin dappled with freckles, and the cackle of a laugh that he loves coaxing out of her. 

He might be free to want her and actually have her there. 

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If you need a little dose of joy in your day you have to take a look at @phoebewahl hp character drawings on her page. All of Phoebe’s art is magic, so I highly recommend checking out her Instagram/website as well✨🍄🌲

Here’s a scan of my first Harry Potter a Day project drawing. 

I’m going to try to draw a HP character a day until I run out, or at least get to the Maisie Cattermoles and Ivor Dillonsbys of the series. Each drawing will be varying in complexity depending on how much time/energy I have. 

DAY 1, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. 

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happy christmas marauders. here’s a new sirius black for your edits. the man even has a star tattoo on his chest ✨

he’s also a bit of a Harry/Sirius mashup which is precious ⚡️✨ Elijah Hewson

#marauders #marauders era #marauders edit #sirius black #harrypotterdailly #elijah hewson

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Happiest of Birthdays to my favorite ginger, quidditch playing, baddass witch/woman/mother

✨🍻🌻🍰🌞✨

📸 credit @ harryjamespotter (of course)

For my birthday weekend (this weekend) we’re doing an hp marathon and eating all the yummy wizarding world treats. Honestly, what more could a girl ask for ✨

#hinny fluff #harry x ginny #harrypotter fanfiction #hinny #harry potter #ginny weasley #harry potter angst #hinny fanfic #harrypotterdailly #hinny fic #the absence of chaos

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Harry describing his dad and godfather:

"There was his dad, James, looking just like Harry, except for his eyes. Besides him, Sirius, handsoming handsomely with all his handsome handsomeness"

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Writing HINNY fanfiction (and fanfiction in general) is this constant process of writing a cute little scene and then sitting back and realizing…wait did I just plagiarize this from such and such persons fic?!”

UGH 😂 Honestly, all the fics I’ve read are so embedded in my mind alongside my own head cannons (and actual canon content) that I don’t remember what’s what anymore.

#hinny fluff #harry x ginny #harrypotter fanfiction #hinny #ginny weasley #harry potter #harry potter angst #hinny fanfic #harrypotterdailly #hinny fic #theabsenceofchaos

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written for #SeveralSunlitDaylights & @corneliaavenue-ao3 day 3: speak now

'But unbidden into his mind came an image of that same deserted corridor with himself kissing Ginny instead…'

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It was a new sensation, this urge, and Harry didn’t particularly enjoy it. In fact, he found it quite debilitating at times. For weeks he’d daydreamed away his first period, missing crucial Herbology notes he had to copy from Hermione later. He’d started taking an inordinate amount of bludgers at quidditch practice. So much so that McGonagall had kept him after class once to ask if he was feeling alright. Not to mention, he seemed to have lost any and all authority over certain...extremities.

It was mortifying.

But today was by far his worst bout of brain fog. He’d walked right past the Great Hall at lunch, Ron having to call after him when he was halfway up the marble staircase. Harry had doubled back, his face heating with embarrassment, but Ron seemed to buy whatever excuse Harry had stuttered out.

She’s Ron’s sister.

He chanted the mantra inside his head for what felt like the thousandth time. The problem was, it didn’t seem to stick. An empty space of time, or a lull in the conversation and Harry’s train of thought veered right back to shining copper hair and secret passageways; his hands on her waist and his lips on hers. 

Every. Single. Time.

Harry tossed a handful of chips onto his plate and hoped someone at the Gryffindor table had something mildly interesting to talk about, but he was out of luck it seemed. After a few minutes of chatting shit, his mind started to wander. 

They were in a hidden alcove behind the tapestry of Grimma Mog on the fourth floor. The stone wall was cool against his back and Ginny’s body was warm where she pressed into him. Harry could feel the slight flare of her hips beneath his palms, could feel the hitch of her breath as he swiped her bottom lip with his tongue–

Ron’s sister! He shouted inside his own head, pulling his own traitorous thoughts to a halt. 

Focusing on Hermione across the way, he tried to digest whatever she was talking to Neville about. Something to do with toadstools. 

“This new experiment suggests medicinal properties…”

“Really?” Hermione peeked over to read the academic journal Neville had open on the table. “Raw? Or brewed?”

Ginny pressed into him harder, her fist tugging at his hair. In retaliation, Harry slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her jumper and felt smooth skin at the small of her back–

“I'm bloody starving,” the real life Ginny groaned from behind his right shoulder and Harry nearly jumped out of his skin. 

She plopped into the empty seat next to him, sending a shoot of electricity up his arm as her elbow bumped his. Harry tossed her a grin that he hoped looked normal, but was probably completely deranged, only to see Dean falling onto the bench on her other side. 

The reminder of her complete unattainability sucker punched the monster living inside his chest. 

Not only was she Ron’s sister. She had a sodding boyfriend. He kept forgetting about that particular obstacle. Probably because his brain was too obsessed with kissing her. 

God, he wanted to kiss her. 

Ginny glanced at him sidelong and Harry averted his gaze, realizing too late he’d been staring. He spent the rest of lunch forcing himself to pay attention as Hermione and Neville's conversation shifted from toadstools to the merits of Moroccan Coriander over other varieties. Meanwhile, Ginny ate and laughed and flirted, and overall tortured Harry to the point of madness. 

But his resolve held. He kept his fanciful scenarios in check for the rest of the day. 

Which turned out to be completely futile, because while he was able to hold some semblance of control in his waking hours, this just spurred his imagination to run wild while he slept.

And like a fixation he couldn’t shake, over and over they were pressed up into the wall of the alcove, twisted together in a hushed encounter unbeknownst to the crowded corridor on the other side of the tapestry. 

It made looking Ron in the eye all the more difficult, and in the mornings, Harry had never been more grateful for the curtains surrounding his four-poster bed.

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Literal tears on my face as I write this. Harry WOULD be so loved by his kids just for existing in their world. (We don’t believe in the cursed child rendition of things in this house, minus Al/Scorpius). I’m a Mum and honestly, I never ever, ever would expect it or ask it of my son, but he loves me well (I grew up feeling a lot like Harry, even if I didn’t sleep in a cupboard) and my son’s HUGE love is so healing and he gives it so freely and it always takes me by surprise. This is lovely @johnmchacker ✨🎂

Happy birthday, Harry!

Just a little microfic to celebrate our boy's day.

Inspired by this heartwarming artwork by the inestimable @blvnk-art

Read it here, or on my AO3.

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Perfectly Ordinary (July, 2013)

Today was perfectly ordinary.

I'd arranged to meet Susan for breakfast so she could report on her case, but she cancelled. Looking back now I realise the reason is obvious. Either Ginny got to her, or she remembered the date, or James owled her, the scamp. Whichever, the result was that I didn't need to go in to work early.

I was woken by a very loud squeal in my ear, Lily-Lu bouncing on my chest, Al sitting on my stomach and letting off Muggle party poppers, while James held up a giant-sized birthday card. They all did a round of the birthday song, at the tops of their voices, and for good measure finished with a loud shout of "HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!"

"Alright, alright, I get the picture," Ginny grumbled sleepily beside me. "No, James, no fireworks in my bedroom!"

Then the children made her play camerawoman and take a dozen pictures. Then they insisted on a couple shot, me and Ginny blinking sleepily into the camera.

"Just remember, you started all this, Potter," she whispered as we posed, bed-head and morning breath and all, "you and the brain you keep in your pants."

"I don't recall you objecting at the time," I murmured back. "Quite the opposite..."

Then we had birthday cake in bed for breakfast, because "Why not?" as Al said. And yes, they'd gotten up at three to bake it, using every utensil in the house and spilling flour and sugar everywhere. How had we not heard them? Because James had put up a Silencing Charm.

Auror-me choked on cake when I heard that, and Al punched me in the kidneys and handed me a glass of water. The sponge was chewy, stodgy, and lopsided; the icing was at least two inches thick. But it was quite nicely decorated; there was a big Golden Snitch, and a stick figure in green icing on a broom with long red icing hair, and another stick figure with huge eyes looking up from below. And lots and lots of red and pink hearts.

"I drew the picture on it!" Lily-Lu said. "That's you, and that's Mummy catching the Snitch for you, and then you fell in love!"

"It's beautiful, Lily love," said Ginny, hugging and kissing her. "James, if you Silence the house again, I'm confiscating your wand."

The rest of the day was also perfectly ordinary. We're close to a breakthrough in the Macboon Murder, but Robards made me go home early "so's your bloody well-wishers won't clog up my bloody office!", the darling bastard.

So I spent the evening playing with the children at...

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"You're quiet," Ginny said, nuzzling Harry's cheek, in the darkness of their bedroom. "What's up?"

"Just writing a letter," said Harry, squeezing her close. "Telling them how nice it is to be perfectly ordinary."

She understood, of course. "Okay. Love you, darling." Ginny kissed him, laid her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes.

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Good night.

Love you, Mum, Dad,

Harry

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#harry potter #hp fanfiction #happy birthday harry

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The next chapter of The Absence of Chaos has been soooo delayed and I’m sorry! I’m also not sorry cause that’s life — we moved and it was such a long big ordeal and totally wiped me out, so I’ve been trying to prioritize my health and enjoy summer with my family 😌✨

I also just felt like I wasn’t feeling “it” with the chapter and as much as it sucked to scrap the whole thing (it’s a very long chapter) it was meant to be, because as I’ve been rewriting it I think it’s so much more aligned with my story overall and I’m loving the little bits of Hinny that are coming out in different ways. It’s still going to be a really long chapter and I’m so excited about that.

I’m continuing to learn and realize so much about myself with the writing process and what helps me work ideas out. I also feel like I need people to process with so if anyone would be interested in helping with that or suggestions to find people who’d be willing to help me work ideas out I’d love your input! I’m so so new to the fanfic/writing world and I’m excited to make more connections with people and learn along the way. Thank you!! ✨

I’ll post a sneak peak soon! Hope everyone’s doing well and enjoying their summer 🌻

#hinny fluff #harry x ginny #harrypotter fanfiction #hinny #ginny weasley #harry potter #harry potter angst #hinny fanfic #harrypotterdailly #hinny fic #theabscenceofchaos

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#ineededthistoo✨

If you’re reading this: this is your sign that your WIP is worth writing, is worth the effort, and that you are doing great. Keep going, take breaks, reflect. But do not lose sight of how far you’ve come on this project! You can do it!

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top 5 harry moments

WALKING TO THE FOREST TO DIE everything from Harry waking up in Dumbledore’s office to Voldemort killing him is just exquisite — Harry’s realisation that Dumbledore had been grooming him for death and Harry being hyperaware of his own body, “brain and nerve and bounding heart” is all so gorgeous and sad and wonderful, and he’s so brave. HE’S SO BRAVE. I’M SO FUCKING SAD IT’S BEEN 7 YEARS

destroying Dumbledore’s office I love this scene because after 4 books of Harry keeping shit to himself and sitting on his feelings you get lots of minor, small explosions post-Cedric dying and then THIS, it’s a NUCLEAR BOMB OF ANGER and it’s so satisfying to read but also the most painful thing in the world, ever

politely asking the sphinx to move, please this cracks me up every time. if someone was like show me ONE THING that DEFINES Harry James Potter AS A HUMAN AND A CHARACTER I would show them this scene. life-threatening wizard competition. dangerous magical creature. “can you move, please?” my son

torturing Amycus after he spit on McGonagall this means A Lot to me because Harry just straight up crucios that fucker without any hesitation or warm-up and puts so much feeling behind it. anything where Harry is morally grey is my favourite because he’s The Saviour and the Master of Death and it’s like yeah, and he just crucio’d a dude so hard he flew across the room and passed out

“you don’t have to call me ‘sir’, professor" any scene where Harry backchats Snape is fantastic but I distinctly remember reading this scene and being like OOOHHHH OOOOOHHHH SICK BUUURRNNNN OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH

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little harry likes to image what having a family would be like

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Harry and Ginny head-canons <3

Some light hearted ones:)

(Did i type this out while ao3 was down? YES)

Harry for sure sneaked in to Hogwarts under the invisibility cloak to see Ginny during the day (Imagine him in auror robes and her in the quidditch uniform!!!)

Harry befreinds a stray cat during one of his first missions, and gives it to Ginny during their first Christmas so that she can take it back to Hogwarts. The cat stays with them until James starts school. (Along with many other cats of course)

Ginny was recruited as a trainee for Harpies after her second match during the last year, where she managed to break a scoring record of 11 years. She trained while in school, going back and forth from Hogwarts to Holyhead, a few days a week.

Harry loved his job minus the paperwork. He was quite good at it and succeeded to make many new friends out of his coworkers.

Harry and Ginny always held hands. Like always. Some physical touch was a must if they are staying close together. And she had a habit of leaning her head on his shoulder whenever as well, cause it was MADE for their height difference.

They went on a lot of roadtrips after Harry bought a vintage car that was on sale. He taught Ginny to drive and she got her license at 19. Somehow she became a better driver than him by the end. They used the car to go on muggle trips and to drop the kids at muggle primary schools.

They had a very small wedding at the burrow garden. Very private and surrounded by close friends and family only. They later registers in the muggle way as well, alone at a small church.

Ginny would throw a fit whenever Harry decides to shave his beard but always ends up liking it.

She gets a lot of hand and shoulder cramps due to her physically demanding profession as a chaser. So Harry helps her around with whatever she needs, specially during the quidditch season. He loves coddling her even though she acts as if she hates it.

He ends up in St Mungos quite often as well. And every time, Ginny would scoop up with him in the bed side by side. This became a habit after the children as well, where she would extend the bed so that they can hop in together with him (without disturbing of course)

Want more head canons? Lmk:)

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😭😭😭

Love you, canon Sirius. Sirius, who loved his motorbike and leaned back in chairs. Sirius who suffered 12 years in Azkaban while being innocent. Sirius, who missed crossword puzzles and turned into a dog to escape. Sirius, who bonded with other animals and magical creatures. Sirius, who wanted to commit a murder in front of children. Sirius, who is tall and terrifying. A pureblood heir. The bad child. Sirius, who is top of the class. Sirius, who chose his own family. Sirius, who bullied other students for fun and told Snape about the willow because he was a noisy git. Sirius, who doesn't apologize for who he is. Sirius, who ate rats to be closer to Harry and fought Molly who tried to question his parenthood. Sirius, who is brave and energetic and didn't do well just sitting in the house when others are in danger. Sirius who didn't lose his mind in Azkaban. Sirius who was a competent wizard, loyal friend and loving godfather. Sirius who is moody and drank alcohol to cope and lost his temper. Sirius who never wanted to be apart from James. Sirius who hated the dark arts. Sirius who was mean to Kretcher. Sirius who risked his life constantly for people he loved and died protecting Harry.