#Cedrella Black

[fictonrantsworld]

People always wonder how percy is not in slytherin considering he's so ambitious and has 'slytherin' like qualities, it's confusing to them to understad as to how percy has these qualities, when his whole family is basically gryffindor based. Then you do actual research and you realize Percy Weasley's maternal grandmother was Cedrella Black, who was in slytherin and was later,like Andromeda, disowned for marrying a man who was against her family's beliefs, Arthur Weasleys father, Septimus Weasley.

So yes, I suppose he did inherit some ambitious and cunning from his granny.

It's just funny tho cos in the first and 2nd book ron kept on referring to all slytherins bad....but boy forgot his granny was a slytherin. (In his defense I don't think Rowling was still making the black family tree so...)

And yes cedrella had to have been slythetin bc sirius was the only gryffindor to ever have come from the black family, according to canon.

#gryffindor #slytherin #harry potter #weasley #percy weasley #cedrella black #septimus weasley #andromeda tonks #the most noble and ancient house of black #house of black #ron weasley

[griffynbird101]

The Black Family tree is weird as hell (not for the reasons you think)

Hi, so a few days ago I made a post talking about squibs in the Harry Potter world and how JK Rowling doesn’t make sense and in it I mentioned how Cygnus Black was part of a child marriage and that prompted me to scour the Black Family tree for more examples…

It is deeply weird. In more way than one.

First of all; Cygnus was not the only child to have children at 13. His father Pollux also started at 13. This isn’t like a trend in the Black Family; most have children in their 20s and 30s, and the pair have siblings who have children at reasonable ages. It is completely random. Cygnus has 3 children before he finishes Hogwarts so it wasn’t like an accident or anything. I could’ve excused Pollux as a one off thing because he has Walburga but then it’s 13 years before Cygnus is born… but then Cygnus goes and has 3 children before he’s 17 so I don’t know what to think. (Especially since Alphard appears to be older, so why wouldn’t they have Alphard get married instead?? Like why did JK Rowling need to do this?)

There’s also a weird, but not impossible, trend where a bunch of Black Family members just don’t get married or have kids. In a normal family I would say that it made enough sense, but this is a family who puts having Pureblood children above everything so it doesn’t really add up. There are 8 people on the family tree who don’t have children and don’t get disowned (Granted we can cross of Sirius I and Regulus who both die young so it’s more like 6). It’s oddly progressive of a family who also at the same time thinks children are so important that they need to marry off 13 year olds??

Moving away from the topic of marriage; there’s an event that happens in 1990-1992 that I like to call “The Purge of the Parents” where all the remaining Black Family Members who aren’t imprisoned or disowned just die. Like literally, only Narcissa is left. The 5 other living Black family members die in 2 years (3 in 1992). It’s not just the Black Family either, I know Abraxas Malfoy also dies in 1992. There was just this massive genocide of an entire generation within 2 years and it’s not mentioned in the story at all. And while I’m writing this I’m starting to think JK Rowling just really hates Narcissa (“Oh Narcissa is your life going well? Well I’m gonna kill your entire family for no reason. How do you feel about that?”) There’s a massive plague or something that killed all the old people in the wizarding world; Harry was just too dumb to notice.

Unrelated to Marriage or death: Each generation has at least one trio of siblings where the second child is disowned. I like to think at some point the Black Family just collectively agreed that 3 was an unlucky number and they had to disown the middle child on principle. (Like; Alphard didn’t do anything against the family he just give Sirius some money, Cedrella still technically fulfilled the family wishes by marrying a Pureblood just not the right one: They were just looking for excuses at this point)

I’m rambling a lot so I’ll just say this; The Black Family tree is surprisingly not impossible. All the things I mentioned are plausible, but all together it makes for a very improbable and odd family tree. Honestly just leads to believe the family as a whole was incredibly unstable; possibly due to the fact that Purebloods in general are likely inbred due to breeding within the same few families for 1000 years. Also; tragedy for only Narcissa that the entire family just died out.. I get the feeling that it’s actually not… that terrible of a thing.

(Yay for that one Gamp (not sacred 28) in the family tree that everyone collectively decided didn’t exist. New blood was needed)

#harry potter #wizarding world #black family #narcissa black #cygnus black #alphard black #cedrella black #andromeda black #pollux black #improbable #jk rowling #jk rowling can’t do math #overanalyzing

[emilover-1]

Let's remember that Harry and Draco are NOT confirmed to be related, Dorea black had a son with Charlus Potter but it isnt specified who is the son AT ALL, and Sirius is just Harry's godfather, not related whatsoever.

BUT who is confirmed to be related to the blacks and by consequence to draco are the weasleys.

Cedrella black married Septimus weasley, who is Arthur weasley's father, Arthur then married Molly, with who then they had William, Charles, Percy, Fred, George, Ronald and Ginevra.

this is not what I usually upload but I really wanted to talk about this.

#draco malfoy #harry potter #black family #cedrella black #arthur weasley #ron weasley #weasley family #Sirius black #Dorea black #charlus potter #septimus weasley

[momo-t-daye]

Hogwarts WW2 Gen thoughts

A few thoughts/headcanons that have been bopping about the inside of my skull like one of those old screensavers. Mostly about Eileen Prince, percolated after seeing this piece by @sneverussape and tracking down this post by @sneverussape and @owlzerness

(1)

Eileen was not the name her parents gave her

Eileen was the name used by her great-great-great aunt (or perhaps the terrible old lady was a cousin removed several times and ranked somewhere far from first, but the old woman insisted on “Aunt” as an honorific and the girl who wasn’t supposed to be Ileana anymore complied)

Her parents sent her away to England when she was seven.

They’d said there was a bad wizard, practically a monster, and that she would be safe in England. They couldn’t go with her, there was some complicated problem with past alliances and allegiances and pacts and family ties and protecting the dragons from Grindelwald and it would be dishonorable for them to flee to safety.  But they could send her away.  No one could blame them for sending her away.

They sent her away to England and told her there would be no bad wizards, no monsters with the face of a man, there. Hogwarts, they said, could provide a mostly acceptable education.

Aunt Agatha was not “a bad wizard” but she certainly wasn’t good. The old woman was a veritable hermit, shut-up in her sprawling, dusty, dilapidated house; bitterly parting with trinkets from her hoard to afford her daily bread and ruminating over her every misfortune.

Agatha Prince had no money, at least, no money she would deign to spend raising some child of distant relatives.  She blamed her long-dead squib brother’s existence for her failure to secure a wealthy spouse and the life of leisure she deserved.  Aunt Agatha often raged that neither the main branch of the Prince family nor the French line had the decency to provide for a poor spinster relation.

It offended Agatha’s every sensibility that the Prince family fortune should remain with little Gloriana, the last of the main branch in England, and then go to her daughter Augusta who wasn’t even born a Prince.  Surely Agatha, as the eldest living Prince, should have control of the vault.  Surely Agatha, as the eldest living Prince, should not be left destitute.  Why, she’d sold the House Elf long ago, tearing out the very soul of her childhood home in the process.  She needed her uncle’s gold if she was ever to leave the husk she’d made of her house.

Beneath Agatha Prince’s thumb was a not a very nice place for a child to grow up.

Eileen-no-longer-Ileana Prince personally would’ve preferred the distant terror of (and eventually death by-) Grindelwald and his forces over her life in the stranglehold of Aunt Agatha’s petty tyranny.

(2)

Ileana learned the English she needed to become Eileen by eavesdropping on muggle radio broadcasts. 

Mimicking the radio voice was easier than trying to talk to one of the muggles in the village that still anchored Agatha’s home. Ileana, like her mother, had been born with her mind too open and external thoughts were always trying to get in through her eyes.

Aunt Agatha wasn’t interested in conversation. She told Eileen what chores to do (the chores a House Elf would’ve completed in a twinkle, had Agatha not been so foolish as to sell off her estate’s genius loci manifested) or she criticized Ileana for not being a sufficiently obedient Eileen.

Aunt Agatha demanded eye contact when it was time for a berating and Ileana-Eileen often went to bed with her head achingly full of Agatha Prince’s cruelest thoughts.

The radio was nice.

The radio didn’t have eyes.

(3)

Eileen Prince was sorted  into Slytherin much to Aunt Agatha’s disgust.

Agatha assigned a malign influence to the Carpathians to explain why Eileen, unlike every properly English Prince, had fallen into Slytherin instead of rising up to one of the two tower Houses.  It was then that Agatha realized how wise and right and justified she had been to refrain from offering any form of affection to the girl— for it was quite true that a serpent’s tooth was not as sharp as a thankless child.

(Long ago, Phineas Nigellus Black, by then engaged to Ursula Flint, had coldly rebuffed Agatha Prince’s attempts to secure his invitation to dance.  She had nursed that grudge with more tenderness than she would ever show to a child in her care).

(4)

Gloriana Prince’s daughter Augusta, two years older than Eileen, was deeply suspicious of the girl claiming to be some third-cousin or something from the eastern branch of the Prince family.  Augusta had met her Prince cousins from the French line, and Eileen didn’t look a thing like them (Augusta did not acknowledge just how much she looked like Eileen).

Eileen, very sensitive as she was, picked up on Augusta’s opinions before they were voiced and made a point of avoiding her cousin. It was easy enough, the Gryffindor tower was far from the Slytherin dungeon and there were only a few Inter-House clubs that might’ve encouraged students to mingle.

(5)

Abraxas Malfoy, prefect and co-captain of the Hogwarts Inter-House Gobstones Club with his Gryffindor friend Septimius, tended to come off as a bit of a pompous twit.  But even if he was a pompous twit, he was a pompous twit that made a point of looking out for the awkward outsiders and the shy children and the students without the support system of a well-established family name. Maybe it was a Machiavellian move, collecting the lonely and obtaining their loyalty for the low price of a bit of attentiveness, but if that were truly the case then surely he should’ve aimed for a higher goal than the perpetuation of the school Gobstones Club.

Tom Riddle politely scorned Abraxas’ attempts at protection and informal adoption via enrollment in the Gobstones Club (Tom could appreciate the aesthetics of chess even if he didn’t like it when the pieces expressed their opinions but Gobstones were frankly disgusting) and so Abraxas Malfoy subsequently lost interest in the younger boy.

When Eileen Prince started school in the following year, Septimius was quick to spot the girl’s potential and Abraxas immediately designated her as his protégé and eventual successor.

This rather irked Walburga Black, who had already decided that Eileen Prince would attend on her in return for guidance and advice and an eventual introduction to polite society.  Walburga made rather a habit of complaining to her cousin Cedrella, Abraxas’ fiancée by family agreement and arrangements, about Eileen’s involvement in the Gobstones Club.

(6)

Eileen was impressed by Abraxas Malfoy’s enthusiasm about Gobstones and the unifying power of an Inter-House Club.

Eileen, who hadn’t played any games since she’d been sent to England, appreciated Abraxas Malfoy for teaching her how to play Gobstones.

Eileen was damn near preternaturally good at Gobstones.

Eileen rather enjoyed Gobstones.

She particularly liked the fact that she wasn’t expected or required to make eye contact with anyone else during a game.

Later on, Eileen would wonder if she should’ve said anything the day she walked into the club room and saw Cedrella in Septimius Weasley’s embrace.  At the time, she’d mostly worried that speaking up might ruin the fun times in the Gobstones Club and was glad she’d managed to slip back out of the room unnoticed.

(7)

The story went that Cygnus and Walburga Black had come out of the womb each with their little hands around the other’s throat (Eileen believed it and privately wished that the unborn Walburga had had the sense to have used Cygnus’ umbilical cord as a garrote instead).  Poor Professor Slughorn had been forced to name them both prefect to avoid granting either one power over the other and so suffered through their sly squabbling at every weekly meeting.

The only thing those siblings could share without complaint was a deep and abiding disdain for their little brother Alphard.

Alphard, for his part, meandered through life with a wistful and vague expression on his face and would prefer to take a twenty-mile detour of avoidance rather than go through half a foot of confrontation or conflict.

Walburga compared him, most unfavorably, to a spineless and brainless jellyfish.  Cygnus, less poetically inclined, mostly berated Alphard for failing to live up the standard required for a member of the House of Black.

No one was terribly surprised when old Sluggy passed Alphard by and handed the prefect badge to the half-blood Tom Riddle.

(8)

Abraxas was delighted, no, really, delighted, that Eileen recruited Alphard Black for the Gobstones Club (recruited was a bit of an exaggeration, it had been more of a gentle buffeting in the general direction of the club room and holding the door open while the older boy drifted in).

It showed initiative, it showed that she was absolutely prime material for future Captain of the Gobstones Club.

He was so proud.

Walburga and Cygnus would probably appreciate any efforts made at giving Alphard some direction, something to do with his life.

Alphard, for his part, was absolutely terrible at Gobstones.

(9)

As one of her first acts as Captain of the Gobstones Club, an awkward attempt at emulating the graduated Abraxas’ accepting attitude, Eileen offered to teach one of the younger boys in her house how to play the game.

Rubeus Hagrid was massive, even at age 13.

With his impressive bulk he should’ve chosen to be a brute or a bully; it would’ve made his life so much easier if he could claim that he’d meant to break things and to step on the smaller students.  Unfortunately, he had too much of a soft heart to ever intend to hurt anyone and a soft heart paired with an over-sized body had, thus, landed him firmly in the despised category of “clumsy oaf”.

Eileen didn’t mind Rubeus Hagrid too much, he was so tall it was hard to make accidental eye contact and he was always willing to help set up the club room and clean up afterwards.

Hagrid, unfortunately, was even worse than Alphard at Gobstones.

(10)

When the Daily Prophet printed a birth announcement for an Ignacio Weasley, it filled Eileen with such pity and she considered writing to her Gobstones mentor.

She wasn’t very good with kind words, she’d rather lacked in an early role model, and she wondered if Abraxas would even accept or appreciate her condolences.

Septimius Weasley’s reputation was quite tarnished and his vault was swiftly drained in an effort to make reparations to his new wife’s family. Cedrella Black was, of course, soon disowned for her breach of promise (after all, her prerogative could not override a contract made by the head of her family house).

The Transfiguration Professor, Head of Gryffindor and immensely biased in Septimius’ favor, said sad things about the difficult course of true love and Eileen loathed him for the twinkle in his eye and his willingness to overlook the double betrayal Abraxas had suffered.  Professor Dumbledore’s class gave her a regular headache, even if she looked at his stupid, garish, ugly robes instead of meeting his too blue gaze.  It was easy enough for her to hate the professor and his class.

Tom Riddle found the Malfoy-Weasley love-tangle situation immensely funny, and, because Tom Riddle thought Abraxas’ heartbreak and misfortune was a bit of a joke, Rosier and Mulciber and Avery and Nott and Lestrange all treated the situation as a great laugh.

Love, Riddle maintained, was a puerile waste of time and an unacceptably idiotic vulnerability.

Love, agreed Rosier and Mulciber and Avery and Nott and Lestrange, was for the losers of this world.

Alphard Black, who was quite fond of his cousin Cedrella (particularly when compared to his feelings for his siblings) and had some tepidly positive thoughts in Abraxas’ direction, tended to drift out of his dormitory at these times.  He challenged Eileen Prince to quite a few games of Gobstones and lost, pathetically, every time. (He didn't mind, because there was very little he allowed himself to mind, and he was almost willing to admit to himself that he liked watching Eileen win).

Eileen put off writing to Abraxas, letting her doubts delay her day after day and week after week.

Then there was that business with the Chamber of Secrets opening, and Eileen was quite distracted and forgot all about writing to comfort and support Abraxas Malfoy.

(11)

Her parents had promised there would be no bad wizards, no monsters wearing a human face, in England.

They were wrong.

#Headcanons as story snippets #Eileen Prince #Eileen Snape #Tom Riddle #Abraxas Malfoy #Alphard Black #Walburga Black #Cygnus Black #Cedrella Black #Septimius Weasley #Augusta Longbottom #Abraxas Malfoy as a gung-ho team captain for an inspirational underdog sports anime makes me giggle #Walburga and Abraxas as rival mentors for Eileen is also kinda funny #Some days in Cokeworth Eileen wonders if her life is just a series of events in which she flees from one monster right into another #She's baffled by her son who keeps running towards the future rather than away from the past #Aunt Agatha and the long cycle sorrow cascading down the generations like a terrible slinky

[ladiesofhpfest]

Behind the Burn Marks by @midnightstargazer

Our second work of the week is here! This time we're visiting the Black family sisters . . . from the past!

Summary: The tapestry is riddled with burn marks, and no generation has escaped unscathed. But does it really get the final say about who counts or doesn’t count as family?

What's to love: LORE. MidnightStargazer gives us the untold history of the earlier generations of Black cousins and sisters: Dorea, Cedrella, Charis, and Cassiopeia! Follow Cedrella as she becomes a Weasley, Dorea as she becomes a Potter, and Charis becomes a Crouch. Against the backdrop of these families you'll find Squibs, compromises, and old school bigotry. You'll find broken and mended family bonds, a colorful tapestry of everything right and wrong with the Black family, and a whole lot of regrets. Read it now!

Thank you MidnightStargazer!

#cedrella black #cedrella black weasley #dorea black #dorea black potter #charis black #charis black crouch #andromeda black #narcissa black #bellatrix black #cassiopeia black #sisters before misters #the black sisters #women of the house of black #ladies of hp #ladies of hp fest #fic rec

[percival-ignatius-weasley]

Cedrella Weasley (Black) and her eldest son, Richard (Arthur Weasley's older brother), died in 1955.

At the time of their death, Cedrella was 36 years old and Richard was 9 years old.

Their deaths were caused by dragon pox, which Cedrella did not sick over in childhood.

After Cedrella's death, the Blacks disliked Septimus Weasley even more.

Arctrus Black believed that he had kidnapped and then killed his daughter.

After the death of his wife, Septimus raised alone of his younger sons, 5-year-old Arthur and 2-year-old Bilius.

#arthur weasley #septimus Weasley #cedrella black #weasley family

[spaceorbitpurple]

Okay headcanon ig I sometimes kinda think that cedrella and percy got along well you know😶 and also cedrella marrying a weasley? Girlie did not give a damn about her family disowning her 😭🔥

Also want to point out that @percival-ignatius-weasley 's art of cedrella is stunning🥺

#percy weasley #cedrella black

[regheart]

Do you have personal headcanons on Callidora, Cedrella, and Charis?

hello! thank you so much for the ask

i don't have many specific headcanons, just more general ideas

i think the black family has lived exclusively in the london area for centuries and the house they lived in is from the tudor era and survived the great fire of 1666 through magic, becoming unplottable and invisible to muggles since then

the three were very close while growing up and got along with dorea the most out of their cousins because of the age proximity

theirs was probably the poorest branch of the family

being so distant from the heir line, the only expectation they had was to marry pure-blood wizards (or not marry at all)

callidora married a longbottom (i personally don't think she's directly related to frank and neville because i headcanon frank to be older than sirius iii and i always thought of augusta as being very old so the two of them would be closer in age), moved to lancanshire and had her three kids in the 40s

she spends many of her days at blackpool pier chatting with enid and augusta

cedrella followed the memo and married pure-blood septimus weasley, but her family was not pleased because the weasleys have gotten a worse fame of blood traitors after objecting to the pure-blood directory

she had four kids, all boys, and the youngest, whom she favors, is named castor (a star in the gemini constellation, twin to pollux). both castor and arthur got her blue eyes

charis married a crouch and i can't decide if she's the mother of barty sr. or not because to me he looks like the type to only have kids in their mid 30s after his carrier is solid and that doesn't align with her age

callidora and charis never stopped talking to their sister, but they can't pretend to like her children. callidora tolerates castor, and that's it

lysandra moved out of the house after arcturus died and cygnus and druella moved in with their daughters (they used to live with pollux in hampstead, in a house that would have been alphard's inheritance the way grimmauld place was passed down to walburga)

bellatrix, andromeda and narcissa got compared to them all the time because of the way they were always together

callidora cut ties with her family after the first war. not in a dramatic way, most of them were either dead or imprisoned, but she never went after arcturus, or pollux, or cassiopeia, anyone, she only spoke to cedrella

#can you tell i spent too much time thinking about where they all lived? #i have a small issue with the birth dates for arcturus and cygnus bc it is a mess #but i age up cygnus (and pollux and the other cygnus) so generally arcturus is the youngest son #the noble and most ancient house of black #callidora black #cedrella black #charis black

[bellwood-qudditch]

Cedrella Weasley nèe Black

Faceclaim: Kathryn Newton

“The wife of Septimus Weasley, mother to Arthur Weasley and daughter to Lysandra Black and Arcturus Black. The middle sister of Callidora Black and Charis Black”

February 15th, 1917–March 5th, 1978

#cedrella black #cedrella weasley #harry potter #harry potter series #hp #sirius black #regulus black #the noble and most ancient house of black #the house of black #septimus weasley #arthur weasley #Molly Weasley #Fred Weasley #george weasley #ron weasley #percy weasley #ginny weasley #callidora black #charis black

[poetryandbloods-blog]

Cedrella is a rare feminine variant of "Cedric", which in turn is derived from the ancient Celtic name Caratacos, meaning "love". She, like her sisters, doesn't have a star name, so I'm giving a star as a second name.

I imagined the actor who plays Mr. Bingley in the 2005 film for Weasley and the author of Mr. Darcy for Crouch, just because they give me the vibe I wanted for these characters. They were both friends before they married the Black sisters.

** A curiosity that no one asked: For some reason whenever I watch Pride and Prejudice I remember Snape seeing Mr. Darcy although they are not similar at all, but I feel that Snape would be more or less that way if he were in love.

#harry potter #black family #cedrella black #weasley family #septimus weasley #portraits

[helenadurazzo]

The Future of Garreth Weasley and Poppy Sweeting

Garreth and Poppy dated for a bit in Hogwarts and decided to go more serious with the relationship a few years after their graduation by getting married. The wedding was attended by a majority of their classmates, Garreth’s family, and Poppy’s grandmother.

Together they had seven sons who were all sorted into either Gryffindor or Hufflepuff:

Proteus (1904)

Deuce (1906)

Trenton (1907)

Quade and Quincy (1909)

Cecilio (1913)

Septimus (1916)

The seven boys learned about both potion making and how to care for magical creatures from their parents, with some of them even choosing to follow in their footsteps after graduation. They also took many visits and stays in the Sweeting Sanctuary, a place to care for endangered magical creatures that was watched over by Poppy and the centaurs.

Poppy, being an only child, did her best to treat her children equally and often took advice from her husband. This was because he had numerous siblings and cousins of his own, some of which were the godparents of their children or had names they used for their children’s middle names.

Their youngest son, Septimus, would eventually go on to fall in love with a girl a year younger than him named Cedrella Black. She was the granddaughter of a previous Hogwarts headmaster and a member of Slytherin house. She was disowned after marrying Septimus because his family was viewed as blood traitors, however Garreth and Poppy treated her especially as if she was their own daughter all along.

Septimus was very friendly with some of the children of his parent’s friends including the daughter of Ominis Gaunt (Gilda Elysian, a Ravenclaw) and the second son of Phineas and Marie Hearst (Thomas Hearst, a Slytherin). The twins were also in particular close friends with the son of Zsuzsi Schröder (Alexei Morosovich, a Slytherin) who was in their year.

Garreth and Poppy would have numerous grandchildren with one of their youngest son’s children being Arthur Weasley, who would go on to have seven kids of his own. Garreth and Poppy often traveled around visiting their children and their respective families after they moved out and created lives of their own. The couple both lived long lives as well and met multiple of their great grandchildren as well.

#Garreth Weasley #Poppy Sweeting #Proteus Weasley #Deuce Weasley #Trenton Weasley #Quade Weasley #Quincy Weasley #Cecilio Weasley #Septimus Weasley #Cedrella Black #hphl #hogwarts legacy #harry potter hogwarts legacy

[protectgeorgeweasley]

They broke a girl and woke a titan. ⚔️ Cedrella Marie Black’s story.

Gambit: Chapter Three is now posted!

#gambit #cedrella black #septimus weasley #septimus x cedrella #cedrella/septimus #lumosfic

[chalameche]

I love you, all I need is you.

#cedrella black #Cedrella Weasley #Unforgivablecurses #unforgivablecursesrpg #cedrella x septimus #septimus weasley

[siriusly-sapphic]

FIC UPDATE - such were the joys (young Minerva)

I just posted chapter 4 of my Minerva McGonagall fic!

Title: such were the joys WC: 3303 (4 chapters) Rating: M (future chapters) Pairing: Minerva/OFC (Adrastia Greengrass Lestrange), Minerva/Poppy Warnings: None Link: chapter 1 | chapter 4

Summary of the fic: It's the start of Minerva McGonagall and Adrastia Greengrass' sixth year at Hogwarts. Their friend group is mismatched and headed every which way in life, but for now they feel secure in their mutual understanding that whatever happens -- romance, family, disaster -- they have no plans to leave each other's side. The future might be uncertain, but it's most certainly bright, of that they are sure.

These are going to be short chapters (500-1K per chapter) from the perspective of whichever character makes sense at the moment, mainly Minerva and Adrastia themselves. The endgame is going to be Minerva/Poppy, but before the two of them get together some other ships and shenanigans will happen. I'll post updates at a slightly irregular schedule but try to never let more than two weeks pass between them (sometimes it'll be two days, sometimes two weeks, but hopefully never too long). For that, subscriptions are probably convenient so you get notified.

#minerva mcgonagall #cedrella black #callidora black #poppy pomfrey #hp femslash #hp rarepair #hp fic #such were the joys #my fic

[camelliacats]

The Weight of a Name

More on the Weasley fam bloodline, since Septimus needs to fill Cedrella in on some things. ;3

Fic: "The Weight of a Name" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: established!Septimus Weasley/Cedrella Weasley, Arthur's brothers, & an Arthur cameo in a way XD

Rating: K

Words: ~1,870

Additional info: romance, family, fluff, Maydayverse, pre-Marauder era, 3rd person POV

Summary: As their family continues to grow, Septimus enlightens Cedrella of the ups and downs of the Weasley bloodline.

      When Septimus arrives outside his home with a POP!, the tension from a long day of haggling with customers who know better than to fall for sales tricks vanishes from his shoulders, and he eases into a smile. When he steps onto the path and takes the final step onto the welcome mat (a handmade wedding gift from Aunt Pea, well-worn beyond readability now but well-loved) in front of the door and hears children's thunderous footsteps on the other side, his smile stretches from ear to ear.

      But, when he catches his wife's shushing the boys, Septimus can't help but stifle a laugh, even when the door swings open and his family catches him red-handed—er, red-faced, that is. "Er, hullo there."

      "Welcome home," Cedrella says, though she purses her lips and raises one blond eyebrow, meaning she can see how entertained he is. "Rough day at work?"

      "Easier I reckon than what you fared, luv," Septimus says, leaning across the threshold to peck that bemused smile.

      And good thing he leans, too. He's not about to go anywhere with the two weights that anchor themselves to either of his legs in that moment, ignorant of their parents' stern looks.

      "Ah, boys? Might I come in?"

      The eldest, Cyril, has the Black family smirk down at the precocious age of six…plus he's getting to be a wee bit large for this show of affection, reedy though he might be. "Maybe," he says.

      Bilius, four years old, mimics his brother, right down to the way he says, "Maybe," but the chubby-cheeked lad is too happy to keep the bit going. He bursts into a fit of giggles right after, which Cyril catches when their father walks into the house with them attached this way.

      Cedrella rolls her eyes and shuts the door behind them. "Oh, good grief! It's been a ruckus in here all day long, Sep. You'd think Christmas was tomorrow, not weeks behind us."

      Septimus just manages to shrug off his outer cloak with Cedrella's help. Then he gives each of his sons a long look. "Boys, is this true? You didn't let Mum have her peace and quiet?"

      Cyril switches from rambunctious to guilty in a flash, his cheeks faintly colored red just like his hair (their firstborn is so equal parts them, Septimus thinks, from looks down to personality). He detaches himself from Septimus' left leg, clasps his hands behind his back, and bows his head to Cedrella. "…sorry, Mum."

      Cedrella purses her lips again, but it's to stifle a chuckle, Septimus knows, especially when she locks eyes with her husband. She draws their oddly meek child to her middle and hugs him tight. "Oh, Cy… Thank you, dear. I appreciate it."

      Partly to mimic Cyril, partly to behave, partly for the reward of Cedrella's warm hug, Bilius follows suit, springing up with an "I'm sorry, too!"

      Now the parents do laugh, and Septimus tousles his boys' hair. "All right, all right… Why don't you two head upstairs and tidy up then? Give Mum some of that quiet time for a bit now."

      "But supper—"

      "Supper will be done shortly," Cedrella assures their growing boys. Her eyes follow them upstairs, but then she turns to Septimus with a haggard sigh, half collapsing in his arms. "…it will, but. Sep, I dunno how I can make it another month or so."

      At that, Septimus steadies her with one arm and drops his free hand to her round belly. His touch doesn't linger long before he feels the kick. Internally, he heaves a sigh of relief as he leads Cedrella to the nearby armchair.

      He doesn't doubt that they'll greet a new baby next month, when February brings new chills and the promises of spring around the corner. But he also wonders…

      As if sensing his hesitation, Cedrella lifts her lolling head from the back of the chair and reaches for his hand, their fingertips brushing in her tiredness. "Septimus?"

      He musters a smile for her. "Cedrella?"

      She shoots him a look. All this time, and it'll never change, him replying with her name when she simply beckons with his. "Something on your mind?" She tugs on his ring finger and taps his wedding band for emphasis.

      "Oh, not that worry again," he insists as he pulls up the ottoman to sit in front of her.

      Cedrella lowers her voice. "I know it's not ideal, but. So my parents don't see me as their own anymore. And…Callidora and Charis stopped answering my owls years ago." She tries so desperately to feign strength, but her dark eyes drop to her lap (…well, to her belly) at talk of her immediate family. "But not everyone in the house of Black has the same opinion. There have been others before me who've gone against the family's unappealing 'ideals,' and I certainly won't be the last. So, if we're stumbling a bit right now, Sep, I know I can find some sort of support. True family helps true family."

      He winces. He doesn't disagree, and it's a value she shares with his own father, funnily enough. But Septimus has done…all right to support them, on his own ability. A fifth mouth to feed will make things extra tight, yes, but they will manage, and without the charity of the family who excised his wife from their family tree. Still… "Cedrella…," Septimus starts with a sigh in his voice, "I…never told you the origin of my name, did I?"

      The non sequitur takes Cedrella by surprise. "Sorry?"

      Septimus smiles and pauses to let his eyes rove over her, tracing the subtle wave of her dark blond locks before the knot in her hair and sinking into the depth of her stone brown eyes ("Gray eyes run in the Black blood," she told him back in fifth year after their first kiss, "but mine don't quite want to be gray"). He muses on how she used to be sallow, too, like her sisters, their first few years in Hogwarts before she started rebelling and flying during her breaks and eventually befriending "that Weasley boy." But now? Now she spends time with her family outside and radiates warmth around the clock, as evidenced by her rosy cheeks, upon which his gaze rests now.

      "…Sep…?"

      "Ah, right. Sorry." Plucked from his appraisal, he cups her cheek in his hand and runs his thumb along her cheekbone, and the feel of her calms him. So, starting again, Septimus clears his throat. "My name normally would've gone to a seventh son."

      Cedrella furrows her brow. Of course she's confused; they both know he's an only child.

      "My parents never had or lost any before me… And I'm not the seventh Weasley generation."

      "No, your family's older than mine, even."

      "Yeah, color me surprised by that one." Septimus takes another breath and slides both of his hands into Cedrella's. "You…met my parents and all the assorted uncles and aunts and cousins at our wedding. My grandparents, too."

      Cedrella chuckles here. "The Weasleys are a big but warm and welcoming bunch," she remarks.

      "Cedrella, we weren't always that way. Actually—we aren't always that way. The big bit, not the warm and welcoming."

      Once more, she furrows her brow, over his correction of tense, but it sinks so low over her dark eyes that it borders on glare (in this, she's almost the spitting image of her elder sister, who never lost a chance to scoff whenever Septimus passed them in the school's corridors). "Septimus," she warns.

      He squeezes her fingers lightly but doesn't let go. "Look, it's. Sort of superstition, one might say?"

      "'Superstition'? Was there magic involved?"

      "Well, I know how you feel about Divination…"

      Cedrella sighs. "If ever they nix a subject from the curriculum—" She squeezes her husband's hands in response. "Nevertheless, continue."

      Septimus bites his bottom lip and offers her a consoling smile. "…it began generations ago, y'know. And they thought it was a fluke, at first. It wasn't until Great-Great-Granddad Trick that they believed in it for real."

      "Believed in what, Sep?"

      "Well…that, through a combination of Arithmancy, Divination, and moderately sound business advice…the Weasley family could, would be fruitful. Just. Never all at once."

      "How?"

      He sighs. "We've reserved numerical names for ages, and they've been the ones with large families."

      Cedrella blinks in the quiet of the house. Off in the distance upstairs, they hear the boys shuffling about in their room.

      Septimus knows his wife, though, because they've been together since their school days, so he knows when she needs just a little more information before she reacts. He swallows a lump in his throat and cautiously proceeds: "So Old Trick…er, Triconius, that is…had a handful of sons. They didn't all have families, but one of his sons had a single son of his own, Grandpa Quincy. Grandpa Quincy was an only child like Trick but had many sons, the second of which was my dad, who had…only me." He stops there and raises his eyebrows.

      Some days she feigns ignorance on account of the hormones, and Septimus happily takes care of this and that around the house, because a first or third pregnancy can't be easy on Cedrella. But her eyes are sharp and clear right now as she pieces things together. "You mentioned Arithmancy."

      He nods.

      "So—these names aren't just a quirk of your family, like star names in mine?"

      "Quirk? Somewhat. Done entirely on purpose with full intent? Yes."

      Finally, her mouth pops open in a small "o." "Then…Cyril and Bilius and our new baby…"

      "I want whatever size family you want, Ced. But the magic's in the family's favor, just so you know." His shoulders sag, unsure of what to expect next.

      Cedrella frowns. But, after a beat, she ventures, "Well, you've told me before that it's been ages since a Weasley witch was born into the family, right?"

      He perks up at that. "Yes. Loads of wizards for generations."

      "Perhaps it's time to wish for a witch, then," Cedrella states with a small pat of her belly. "Although, I have a feeling it's a boy," she admits a second later.

      Septimus quirks an eyebrow at her. "Then what now?"

      Cedrella pecks his cheek and leans back in the armchair with a content sigh. "Then we do what we do best: We raise another healthy, happy boy. But, this time, Septimus, we'll warn him and his brothers about the family tradition…and perhaps we'll let them decide their own fates and families and names when the times come." She tugs his left hand and his ring finger once more, cracking one eye open and sharing some of her confidence with him with a secret smile.

      …and, honestly? It works. Her expression and gesture convey what she won't say, that perhaps family tradition is something not quite keeping the Weasley family alive but bogging them down. And, if there's an expert on flying free of their family's musts, it's Cedrella (formerly Black) Weasley.

      So Septimus shares in her smile. Because he's never been very good at flying, but he's always been prepared for something brand-new or terrifying so long as Cedrella's at his side.

Done for the If You Dare Challenge (for prompt #806: deep roots) in the HPFC forum on FFN. THESE. THESE ARE THE HCS I thought I could squeeze into "The Future of the Bloodline" and was so woefully wrong, *lol*. I long ago decided that Bilius was one of Arthur's two brothers, and I only recently gave a name to his other one; here, too, I wrote for the second time (first was ynusly ch79) that Arthur's their youngest, so that was fun. But just…egads. The idea of the Weasleys being a long, established, big family but how marinated in my brain for a long time and didn't properly form until my recent Septdrella (and some Prewett) hcs took shape. Now, me being a maths major, I enjoyed naming some Weasley forebears, since "Septimus" has the root for "seven," so does "Quincy" have the one for "five" and "Triconius" for "three" (all prime numbers, btw, altho "Triconius" is of my own making and mixes Greek and Latin, but we're gonna breeze over that XP). Whether the fam members in btwn are named for "four" and for "six," respectively…eh, couldn't decide. XD Anywho! Cedrella has been warned: They rly could've had a larger fam…but I like how her rebel streak gave Septimus some confidence that things don't have to be that way. The Black family has traditions that ought to be retired, so perhaps the Weasley family did, too! Final thoughts: The hc of the Weasleys being older than the Blacks is derived from the etymology of the surnames, and it's implied that the Weasley disdain for Divination is inherent (Ron got it from Grandma Cedrella XD).

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

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Breaking the Cycle by @midnightstargazer

Only a day into week 2, Mothers, and we've got a second fic! Join Andromeda as she learns what motherhood is all about!

Summary: Andromeda Tonks doesn't know how to be a mother. All she has from her own childhood are painful examples of what not to do. But one thing she is certain of: she intends to give her daughter the unconditional love and support she never received growing up.

What's to love: Andromeda slowly but surely un-learning all the terrible things she learned in her own childhood, embracing the wisdom of another Weasley matriarch, and Ted being her #1 fanboy. Plus, we get a glimpse at what pureblood fairy tales might've been!

Thank you again midnightstargazer!!

#andromeda tonks #andromeda black #andromeda black tonks #ted tonks #tedromeda #nymphadora tonks #molly weasley #cedrella black #cedrella weasley #arthur weasley