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[priyadharshinigamer]

Benefits of Engaging in Real Money Ludo Games Online

In the rapidly evolving world of online gaming, Ludo games for real money stand out as a significant trend. These games transform the traditional board game into a digital format, where players can compete for real cash rewards. The transition from a family game played on a physical board to an online multiplayer competition represents a notable shift in how we experience traditional games. Platforms like Zupee have been at the forefront of this transformation, offering Ludo board games online with the opportunity to win real money, effectively marrying the nostalgic enjoyment of Ludo with the excitement of online gaming.

Exciting Rewards and Prizes

One of the primary draws of playing Ludo online through platforms like Zupee is the potential to win real money. Unlike traditional board games, where the satisfaction comes solely from gameplay, it amplifies the experience by adding the incentive of monetary rewards. This platform frequently hosts tournaments with varying prize pools, accommodating a wide range of players from beginners to seasoned experts. Additionally, its "refer and earn" system enhances the potential for earnings, rewarding players not just for their gameplay but also for expanding the community by inviting new players.

Skill-Based Gameplay

Zupee emphasizes the skill-based aspect of Ludo, offering a platform where strategic thinking and planning are crucial for success. These Ludo games requires players to make smart moves and strategic decisions to navigate their tokens effectively across the board. This focus on skill rather than chance enhances the competitive nature of the game, ensuring that players can improve over time and increase their chances of winning through skill alone. Regular participation in Ludo tournaments not only allows players to hone their skills but also to measure their progress against a diverse pool of opponents.

Social Connection and Community

Zupee's Ludo platform extends its community beyond the game into social media, hosting various contests and interactive campaigns. These activities enhance the gaming experience by fostering a vibrant community where players can interact, participate in special events, and share their passion for Ludo. Through both in-app features and social media engagements, it cultivates a dynamic environment where friendships and rivalries flourish, enriching the overall Ludo experience.

Convenience and Accessibility

The convenience of playing Ludo online is unmatched on platforms like Zupee. Available on both iOS and Android devices, it makes it easy for anyone with a smartphone to dive into a game of Ludo, whether at home or on the move. This accessibility ensures that players can enjoy a quick match during a break or a more extended session without the need for physical board setup or coordinating a gathering. The ease of access significantly contributes to the popularity of Ludo as an online game.

Entertainment and Relaxation

While the competitive and monetary aspects of playing Ludo on Zupee are significant, the platform also provides a source of entertainment and relaxation. The colorful interface and smooth gameplay create an enjoyable user experience, reminiscent of playing physical Ludo but without any setup hassle. For those who thrive on competition, the stakes of real money play add a thrilling edge to the game, transforming leisure time into an exciting and potentially rewarding activity.

Financial Opportunities

For skilled Ludo players, Zupee presents Ludo not just as a game but as a potential avenue for supplemental income. Through regular participation in tournaments and utilizing the "refer and earn" feature, players can accumulate earnings over time. Its structured competition brackets ensure that players compete against others of similar skill levels, making the gameplay fair and the potential earnings more achievable.

Responsible Gaming and Safety

Zupee takes responsible gaming seriously, offering various tools and features to help manage playing habits and expenditures. The platform encourages setting limits on both time and money spent, ensuring players can enjoy the game without adverse effects. Furthermore, it's commitment to safety is evident in its secure transactions and data protection measures, providing a trustworthy environment for all its users.

Engaging in real money Ludo games on platforms like Zupee offers a multi-dimensional gaming experience that extends far beyond traditional Ludo gameplay. With the potential for earning real money, enhancing strategic skills, and forming social connections, it redefines what it means to play Ludo in the digital age. For enthusiasts of the game, it provides a dynamic platform that is not only entertaining and potentially lucrative but also accessible and secure. This blend of traditional game charm with modern competitive elements makes it a premier destination for online Ludo players around the globe.

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[gentle-giant-swag]

So we finally got enough to fully start! Though. Just to be nice, the suggestion form will be open from 24 hours from now. Also, this isn’t the order. I will let the wheel decide

Current contestants

Jonathan Joestar (JJBA)

Dedue Molinaro (fire emblem)

Subject Delta (bioshock)

Alphonse Elric (Full metal alchemist)

Obelix (asterix and obelix)

Asgore Dreemurr (undertale)

Toriel Dreemurr (undertale)

Hagrid (Harry potter)

Lodu (labyrinth)

Big man (splatoon)

Raphael Kristen (fire emblem)

Wedge (final fantasy)

Diane (seven deadly sins)

Gonta Gokuhara (danganronpa)

Sakura Ogami (danganronpa)

Sidon (the legend of zelda)

Barret Wallace (final fantasy)

Yasutora Sado/Chad (bleach)

Kronk (emperors new groove)

DJ (total drama)

Hunk (voltron)

Po (kung fu panda)

Baymax (big hero 6)

Glamrock Freddy (five nights at Freddy)

Kanji Tatsumi (persona)

Nekomaru Nidai (danganronpa)

Anyway thanks once again to @delinquentbrawl for inspiring me to do this!

Four more suggestions are in so enjoy my subliminal editing

New characters added

Big the cat (sonic)

Fluorite (Steven universe)

Orisa (overwatch)

Aarghaumont (trollhunters)

We are finally at 32!

The two new characters added are

Muriel (Arcana)

Winston (overwatch)

#tumblr poll #gentle giant swag #tumblr tournament #dedue molinaro #jonathan joestar #subject delta #alphonse elric #Obelix #asgore dreemurr #hagrid #ludo labyrinth #big man splatoon #wedge ff7 #gonta gokuhara #prince sidon #kronk #sakura ogami #dj total drama #glamrock freddy #kanji Tatsumi #may I add I have not been interacting with any source of danganronpa for the past 2 years but I can perfectly spell the characters names #big the cat #orisa overwatch #trollhunters #steven universe #Winston #winston overwatch #Muriel #the arcana

[the-al-chemist]

Artemis Hexley: The Wilderness Years

Chapter 1: Novel Ideas

A/N: “The Wilderness Years” have begun, and we kick off this story with Artemis at work, where she gets into a tricky situation with one of her colleagues. Warnings: Mentions of canon character death, a lot of exposition, and an episode of exploitation.

The new year had well and truly begun, and London was growing bleaker and more bitterly cold with each passing January day. 

Thankfully, neither the chilly winds nor the grey skies could reach the underground offices of the Ministry of Magic. Artemis Hexley had been working for the Ministry’s Department of Magical Games and Sports for two months on a confidential project, one that was the subject of so much secrecy that only those directly involved in the organising of it were allowed to know about it: the Triwizard Tournament.

Sometimes, it felt as if even those in charge of organising the tournament knew very little about it. So far all they seemed to have done was play team-building games and have several fruitless meetings under the direction of their charismatic but somewhat inefficient department head, Ludo Bagman. Today, however, when Artemis arrived at the office, there was a more formal feel to their meeting, thanks to the addition of a stern looking and smartly dressed wizard with grey hair and a moustache at Bagman’s side.

“Who’s that?” Artemis whispered to her colleague Badeea Ali as the rest of their team took their seats. Badeea’s neatly shaped eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s Mr Crouch,” she replied. “He’s the Head of the Department of International Magical Co-Operation.”

“He looks a bit serious, doesn’t he?”

Badeea’s lips twitched, but she said nothing. Neither did Mr Crouch, who stayed silent for the majority of the meeting as Bagman chortled his way through the same points that had been made a week previously, and a week prior to that, once again without reaching any sort of tangible conclusion. With each minute, the expression on Mr Crouch’s face grew increasingly tense, until Artemis thought that the small vein protruding in his forehead might burst.

Thankfully, before any harm could come to either Mr Crouch or his forehead vein, the meeting drew to a close.

“Great work, chaps and… chapettes,” said Bagman, clapping his hands together loudly. “We’ve made some real progress today. So, how about we leave it there and reconvene-”

“Pardon my interruption,” Mr Crouch interrupted, “but what progress did you make in this exercise, exactly?”

“Oh, well, you know…”

“No, I don’t know.” Mr Crouch sighed and tutted. “Bagman, I am not certain that I have seen you make any progress in the last month whatsoever.”

Ludo Bagman shook his head, his smile not slipping from his face at all. “This is a brand new team we’ve got here, Barty, and you have to get a new team working together before you can get them working together.”

Artemis’ nose wrinkled and she cast a sceptical glance at Badeea, who began to doodle on the parchment in front of her. Across the room, Mr Crouch’s forehead vein was more prominent than ever.

“Be that as it may,” he said, an edge to his voice, “the Triwizard Tournament will officially begin in nine months, and within that timeframe we will have at least one month of our resources being stretched by the Quidditch World Cup.”

“We’ll have the Quaffle well and truly rolling by August, Barty, don’t you worry.”

“But I am worried, Bagman. I am very worried. I need to pass all the challenges through regulatory checks before they can be sanctioned, and you and your team have yet to even decide on what these will entail.”

“Ah… No, not yet. But we have set dates for all three.”

“The date is not what needs regulating, Bagman. I need to know the details for each challenge, and I need them by the end of the week.”

“End of the week?” Ludo swallowed, before the smile returned to his face and he laughed out loud. “Ah, Barty. You underestimate my team. You know, we have some of the brightest and best brains in the country working on this project.”

“If that’s true, then this deadline won’t be a problem for them, will it?” Mr Crouch gave a strained sort of smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll see you all on Friday. Good day, Bagman. Good day, all of you.”

Mr Crouch left the room, and as the door swung closed behind him, Ludo Bagman let out a hearty guffaw.

“Well, you heard the wizard. Best get your thinking caps on. Ideas by Friday, team.”

“Wait, what?”

Nymphadora Tonks’ violet eyebrows nearly disappeared up into her hairline. Artemis sighed heavily.

“You heard,” she muttered, with a sideways glance at Badeea. “We’ve got to have plans for pretty much the whole project by Friday.”

“And you’ve done literally nothing so far except set dates?” asked Tonks.

“That and pick countries for the Quidditch World Cup sweepstake. That was the main point of our second meeting, I think.”

“Okay, but other than that you have nothing?”

Artemis put her hands in the air and shook her head in response to Tonks’ question. Beside her, though, Badeea was stirring her tea and looking as if she were deep in thought.

“Actually,” she murmured softly, “I might have an idea for one of the challenges.”

Before Badeea could elaborate further, however, the three of them were interrupted by a new arrival at their table. 

Thomasina Thistlethwaite was the youngest member of the team Ludo Bagman had put together to work on the Triwizard Tournament. Barely out of Hogwarts, Thomasina was always eager to please and fit in with their colleagues, most of whom treated her with mild indifference. Artemis couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She had known Badeea since they had attended Hogwarts themselves, and though they had lost touch in the three years since leaving school, they had quickly rekindled their friendship once they were thrown into an office together. Poor Thomasina knew no one.

“Is it okay if I sit with you?” Thomasina asked. “I was meant to be meeting my sister for lunch, but she sent a memo to the office to say she’d be late.”

“Sure,” said Artemis, moving over so Thomasina could take a seat between her and Badeea. “As long as you don’t mind us talking about work.”

“Oh, no. Not at all. Do either of you have any ideas for Mr Crouch yet?”

“I might,” said Badeea. She looked across at Artemis. “I just remembered the story you told me about that labyrinth you explored in Crete, and I think a labyrinth would maybe make a good challenge for one of the tasks. A  race to the centre, with false paths and obstacles in the way to make it harder.”

“That’s a brilliant idea, Badeea!” Artemis told her.

“Really?” Badeea tilted her head to one side. “You wouldn’t mind me suggesting it to Crouch?”

“Why would I?”

“Well, I took the idea from your story about Gringotts, and I know you had stuff go on while you were working with them…”

“I’ve always had stuff going on,” muttered Artemis. “No, it’s great. Really. You should suggest it.”

“Hold on,” Thomasina Thistlethwaite frowned. “You worked at Gringotts?”

“Yeah.”

“How long for?”

“Just over two years. Did my Curse-Breaker training and then worked in Egypt for a bit before I decided to leave and come back here.”

“Oh, I thought you two used to work together because you knew each other,” said Thomasina. Artemis shook her head.

“No. We went to Hogwarts together. Tonks, too.”

“Me and Artemis shared a dormitory. Now we share a house,” Tonks said. “Honestly, I can’t get rid of her.”

“It’s my house!”

Thomasina ignored Tonks and Artemis’ bickering. “What was Egypt like?”

“Hot, mainly.” From the expression on Thomasina’s face, Artemis could tell that she had answered her question a bit too abruptly, so she smiled and continued, “I got to meet a real Sphinx.”

“Really? Did it ask you a riddle? Did you solve it?”

“My colleague did. I've never been much good at solving riddles or puzzles.”

Beside her, Tonks let out a loud snort, and Badeea’s lips twitched slightly. Thomasina frowned.

“What?” she asked, looking between the other three witches. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” said Artemis, but she could tell that Thomasina didn’t believe her. Instead, she had pursed her lips together, and her eyes were flicking from side to side as if she were piecing together a puzzle herself. As her eyes widened with a look of realisation, Artemis stiffened.

“Oh!” Thomasina’s mouth dropped open. “You’re that Hexley! The one who was into all that cursed stuff at Hogwarts!”

Artemis forced a smile. “Guilty.”

“That’s really cool. Everyone used to talk about it a lot, but I never really knew how much of it was true and how much was just rumours.”

“Classic Hogwarts,” Tonks snickered into her coffee.

“So, did you really pillage a mermish settlement?” asked Thomasina, once again paying no attention to Tonks. Artemis laughed and shook her head.

“That’s a rumour,” she said. “But we did have to make a deal with the merpeople to access one of the Cursed Vaults. It was in the lake, and we had to go through their village to get to it.”

“And what about the Acromantula? Was that a rumour, too?”

“No, we actually fought one of those.”

“Just one?” Thomasina looked almost disappointed. “I heard it was a whole bunch.”

“What? No, rumour. Trust me, one was hard enough.” Artemis cast a glance at Tonks and added, “I’ve still got the scar on my ankle to prove it.”

“Not to mention Charlie breaking his leg trying to get past that Red Cap, remember?” Badeea chipped in. Thomasina’s eyebrows shot up.

“What other creatures have you had to deal with?”

“Oh, not that much else,” said Artemis. “It was more finding ways past the spell defences of the Vaults themselves, and all the Boggarts that were released in our third year.” She paused, certain that she had forgotten something. “Oh! And the Hungarian Horntail, obviously.”

Tonks rolled her eyes. “Obviously.”

“No. No way.” Thomasina shook her head. “You’re pulling my wand. You never took on a Hungarian Horntail.”

“I did.”

“She did,” Badeea nodded. “Not alone, though.”

“No, I did have help. For pretty much all of it, actually.”

Thomasina looked impressed. Impressed and curious.

“The other rumour that went around,” she said, her voice a conspiratorial sort of whisper, “was that Professor Rakepick” - Artemis tensed at the mention of the name - “killed that girl Rowan Khanna as a sort of sacrifice.” 

The atmosphere at the table had suddenly become as tense as Artemis herself. She blinked, barely even noticing the look that Badeea and Tonks shared from either side of her.

“So?” Thomasina continued, apparently oblivious to the others’ discomfort. “Is that just a rumour, or is that true, too?”

It took a great deal of effort for Artemis to swallow and speak one single word:

“True.”

“But why would she do that?”

“Um, well,” Badeea cleared her throat quietly as Tonks glared at Thomasina, “she knew about the Vaults, and she knew that they couldn’t all be opened unless the person trying to open them lost someone they cared about. The person they cared most about.”

Finally, Thomasina fell quiet for all of ten seconds, her eyes fixed on Artemis. The intensity of her gaze made Artemis uncomfortable, and she looked around the room for an excuse to leave the table before Thomasina could continue the conversation further, and failed to find one. 

Unable to give a reason to leave, Artemis decided to throw her manners to the wind. She got up from her seat without saying a word, not even taking her coat with her, and walked away from the others. Once she was out of their sight, she Apparated out to the ice cold street above the Ministry, where the city smog hung in the air like a shroud.

Friday came around all too quickly, with Artemis yet to have come up with any potential Triwizard Challenges, aside from a half-baked idea that she and Tonks had cooked up the night before involving competitors racing to catch a Golden Snitch whilst being chased by a horde of Cornish Pixies. In the cold light of day, however, that seemed a far less plausible suggestion than it had the previous evening when she had just drunk half a bottle of wine. 

The one advantage to her failure at being creative was that there would be less chance of Badeea’s labyrinth being overshadowed. Badeea had shown Artemis three separate designs she had come up with for mazes that could be created on the grounds of Hogwarts school, each one of them so intricate and complex that it had made Artemis’ head reel to look at them, and made it pound heavily as she remembered them this morning. If that wasn’t enough to impress Mr Crouch, then nothing would be.

She was the last member of Bagman’s team to arrive for the meeting other than Ludo Bagman himself, who arrived five minutes late looking even more worse for wear than Artemis felt. Mr Crouch gave him a withering look before turning to address the rest of the room.

“Very well, then. Best and brightest brains in the country. Let’s hear your ideas,” he said. No one moved to respond, and he sighed loudly. “Come on. Someone speak up.”

Artemis was surprised to see that the first person to do so was Thomasina Thistlethwaite, though she raised her hand timidly first and waited for Mr Crouch to nod at her impatiently before speaking.

“I had a few ideas,” she told him. “So, the winner of the tournament gets the Triwizard Cup, right? Well, I thought that we could make the Cup part of the challenge, hide it and make the contestants race to find it.”

“Hide it where, exactly?”

“In the middle of a maze,” was Thomasina’s response.

Artemis frowned. The maze had been Badeea’s idea. Of course, it might have been that Badeea had decided to collaborate with Thomasina on the plans, but judging by the look on Badeea’s face, she was just as surprised as Artemis was to hear Thomasina’s words.

“Not just a regular maze, either,” Thomasina continued. “We can make it harder by putting in lots of obstacles that the contestants have to get past to reach the centre.”

“Such as?”

“Spell-defences and creatures. Boggarts, Red Caps, maybe even an Acromantula or a Sphinx!”

Artemis’ eyebrows furrowed even deeper. That list of obstacles sounded familiar. Too familiar. Badeea looked across at her, clearly thinking the exact same thing.

“My, what a finale that would be,” said Ludo Bagman. “See, Barty? Best and brightest.”

“Yes, that is a very good idea,” Mr Crouch inclined his head. “Very good work, Miss…”

“Thistlethwaite. I had an idea for another challenge, too.”

“Did you?”

Thomasina nodded. “Yes. I thought that it would be good to make use of the Black Lake. Get the champions to go down into the lake to retrieve a treasure from the merpeople.”

Hardly able to believe what she was hearing, Artemis’ lips parted. She tried to make eye contact with Thomasina, but she was too busy discussing ‘her’ ideas with Bagman and Crouch to pay any attention to Artemis.

“What sort of treasure?” Mr Crouch was saying.

“It would have to be something of value to the champions,” replied Bagman. “No risk, no reward, after all.”

“People,” Thomasina suggested. “They should have to try and save people.”

“People?”

“Yes. One person for each of the champions. The person each of them cares about the most.”

Artemis stiffened, her body completely still and silent other than her pulse pounding in her ears. As her shock gave way to anger, she clenched her fists under the table and dug her fingernails into her palms to stop herself from losing her temper in front of everyone. In the corner of her eye, she could see a small amount of smoke start to unfurl into the air as one of her colleagues’ parchments began to singe around the edges.

Neither Bagman nor Crouch noticed Artemis’ quietly simmering anger or the slowly burning parchment, however, as they were now discussing the one remaining challenge. 

Of course, Thomasina claimed to have yet another novel idea.

“Let me guess,” said Badeea, the steely look in her eyes not matching the polite smile she wore on her face. “Is it a Hungarian Horntail?”

Thomasina did not look ashamed in the slightest, neither by Badeea’s subtle accusation, nor by the nervous titters that echoed around the table under the sound of Ludo Bagman’s booming guffaw. 

“Now, Miss Ali,” he said jovially. “We can’t get ahead of ourselves. We don’t want anyone getting burned, do we?”

Artemis narrowed her eyes and glowered at Thomasina, before being as surprised as everyone else to hear her own voice, as two completely unbidden words escaped from her lips:

“Don’t we?”

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[t1oui]

i had another fic idea. (bear with me, it's a long one. read it after the cut.)

percy weasley was always the black sheep of the weasley family - the outcast, the nerd, the one who didn't quite click. so when he was sorted into slytherin, not gryffindor, it wasn't really a surprise.

the weasleys couldn't believe it, though, could they? percy was the smart one. the kid arthur and molly could brag about, the older brother fred and george could prank. slytherin was different. slytherin was a statement.

percy loved it.

for once in his life, percy was away from siblings, parents, and expectations. he was going to forge his own path, and they wouldn't have any hand in it - and that's why he was there, wasn't it? his ambitions, bigger than his family could ever imagine.

percy was still a good student, don't get me wrong. he studied hard and got good marks, and he befriended penelope clearwater, a ravenclaw who valued schoolwork even more than he did. percy was still a good student, still analytical and logical, but not nearly as uptight as his family remembered him. his parents watched as he smiled over letters with his new friends the summer after his first year, and the twins were surprised to see how often he laughed the summer after his second. when they joined him for his third year, their first, they couldn't help but grudgingly respect the easygoing, confident manor of the boy at the slytherin table.

by his fifth year, percy was fairly popular in his house. nobody made fun of him for being made prefect; instead, they congratulated him. as percy waited for his youngest brother to get sorted, he sat beside marcus flint, the two of them making small bets on which houses they thought the first years would be placed into.

neither of them put harry potter in slytherin. neither of them knew what to say when the sorting hat announced the boy who lived was a snake, and neither of them said anything as they accepted oliver wood's distant apologetic smile at the outrage of the gryffindors. harry was supposed to be theirs.

but percy knew that silence, that outrage, that surprise. the discomfort that came with expectations not being followed. so, really, waving harry over to sit beside him wasn't a difficult decision.

in harry's second year, as people spread rumors about him being the heir of slytherin, percy and marcus and oliver and penny and even cedric and cho, third and fourth years themselves, were always there to defend him. their youngest ally, their youngest friend, percy's brother. the boy who respected him, looked up to him, when his own family didn't.

ron and ginny were gryffindors, but harry was a slytherin. harry walked the halls with blaise zabini, draco malfoy, and pansy parkinson, but he also walked them with percy weasley and marcus flint.

as percy grew, watching the odd happenings that surrounded his brother, he learned not to assume the best. he never had, really, but now he knew more than ever how dangerous optimism could be. percy did not go straight into the ministry, still riding the high of being head boy. instead, he spent long evenings eating takeout in oliver's dingy london flat and meeting up with penelope and marcus to discuss books. (oliver said he would've joined their book club, really, but with puddlemere, he was far too busy, and none of them faulted him for it.)

when percy was 18, he was surprised to find tickets to the 1994 quidditch world cup in his mailbox, but he agreed to attend with his family. he received two tickets and chose to bring marcus, letting oliver use his second ticket for penelope. when death eaters arrived, the four of them stayed back to help usher people into the forest. they didn't show their faces, and even then, as he shared a look with marcus at the sight of the dark mark above their heads, percy knew what he had to do.

at the triwizard tournament, percy - now an employee of ludo bagman - found himself sitting with harry potter once again, watching him and cedric (who was already much bigger than the last time percy had seen him) compete. he saw the way harry watched cedric and cho at the yule ball and couldn't help smiling, knowing what it was and going to send oliver an owl about it as soon as he could. he's growing up, percy had scrawled, unable to contain his happiness.

when percy weasley was 19 years old, still a mere child, he didn't walk out on his family for the ministry. he didn't make his mother cry, and he didn't call harry potter a liar. he didn't deflect and forge papers for muggleborns, didn't get them to safe houses. when percy weasley was 19, he and marcus hugged oliver and penelope goodbye before leaving to take the mark, hoping that their sacrifice would be enough.

just like he had in his few months with the ministry, percy quickly rose voldemort's ranks. he smiled as he spoke of getting revenge on blood traitors like his own family, and he laughed when voldemort killed muggles before him, and he gained the dark lord's trust like no other. he sat around a table with severus snape and watched as his former head of house studied him, not realizing how similar the two of them really were.

percy did not forge papers or lead those in need to safe houses, but he didn't have to. that was oliver and penny's job, and he knew enough to know that they were doing it well. he couldn't send letters, but he could send a patronus, and when he learned of cho chang joining the order the second she was of age, he sent one offering his congratulations and telling her to stay strong. not like you aren't already, he'd said. she'd come a long way from the excited little girl who annoyed penny with talks of quidditch.

percy celebrated his 21st birthday with marcus flint and a silvery stag, curled up beside him with the promise of a reunion in the near future.

percy weasley was 21 when he arrived at hogwarts for a battle he pretended to be on the wrong side of. he kept his hood up and his mask in place, and he squeezed marcus's hand before he broke off into the crowd. he may have looked like one of the bad guys, and he may have acted like one all his life, but what was percy if not unpredictable?

when he found fred behind a crumbling wall barely separating him from three death eaters, he cast a spell. he didn't stop to see who he'd killed in favor of this boy (not his family, not anymore), and he didn't stop to revel in fred's surprise as his older brother's voice spilled from a death eater's mouth and told him to get to safety.

percy weasley did not slow down. percy weasley did not hesitate. percy weasley killed friends and foe - they were often one in the same, nowadays - and he fought until it wasn't his fight anymore. he fought until it was time for him to stand back, holding up a bleeding marcus as he watched his baby brother, the one with green eyes the same color as his tie, face off against the man he'd been reporting to for months.

percy did not cheer when voldemort fell, instead dropping marcus into oliver's arms and running foward to pull the brother he'd almost lost into a long-awaited hug.

"i'm proud of you," he whispered, and he held harry, let him sob into his shoulder, until aurors arrived and threatened to take anyone with a mark on their forearms. harry stood his ground, ready to defend, but he wasn't surprised to find percy gone. he walked back to blaise and pansy and draco, collapsed into their arms and gave a small smile to ron, the boy who'd given him company during the dark months in grimmauld.

percy weasley was tired, far more exhausted and far more mature than someone his age should've been. as he fell asleep in oliver's flat for the first time in years, squished between oliver and marcus on the couch, hands tangled in penny's hair, he couldn't help but smiling at one thought:

he was a better spy than severus snape. he was a war hero.

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you can now read part 2, from harry's pov, here!

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[just-a-new-gi-writer]

How about the Acolytes playing different friendship-breaking games like Monopoly, Uno, Ludo, and some sort of non-digital version of Mario Party? Lmfao imagine them squeezing into ridiculous-looking race karts for a live Mario Kart. Or perhaps an obstacle course to resemble Fall Guys challenges. Everyone has no plans of losing because the prize is a date and a guaranteed romantic kiss from the Creator, the lil shit that proposed this silly Teyvat Olympics.

A/N: Welp, this is one of those times where the story kinda got away from me again. This one's a two-parter, so I'll finish it later on.

Word Count: 2668

CW: None?

Masterpost

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It had all started so simply.

During a meeting you were dragged to with a handful of business leaders in Liyue (where they bowed and scraped and tried to cultivate your favor), you introduced them to a game you liked: Diplomacy. You thought it would have been a good fit for them- strategic thinking, cooperation, learning how long to trust people. It took a bit of setup to create a map that would work and it took a while to remember and relay the rules to the different players, but as soon as they understood the rules, they began digging into the game and exploring the layers of complexity underneath it all.

You quickly saw alliances form and melt, deals get made and backstabs performed, promises made and broken. It was all in good fun, they each knew, and all part and parcel of the game and how it played; something their Creator enjoyed and wished to share with them.

The night came to a close, and the business leaders returned to their homes. The next day, they returned to their businesses, bringing the game with them and spreading the rules to whomever was interested. By the end of the week, it had spread north to Mondstadt, crossed the sea to Inazuma, and reached the Akademia’s halls. By the next, it had taken root in those places and spread like wildfire among the population.

It was many different things to the people. For most, it was a fun diversion. For some, it was a problem to be cracked and analyzed, something to theorize over and experiment with. For others, it was a means to use their diplomatic skills, to promise, probe, and plead, to balance, barter, and betray.

It could have been left there. It could have just been a fad that might have burnt itself down to a simmer some time later.

But you had to make that one innocent comment.

In Mondstadt, a game was brewing between a few individuals of poor rapport. Diluc, Kaeya, and Jean stood against a few Fatui agents, each side assured that they had the best player. Three against two, they set about searching for the last two players they’d need for a full game. Childe was talking to you when they asked him to join.

“I couldn’t,” he raised his hands defensively and dismissed Jean’s offer. “Really, I’m not interested.”

“Oh?” you raised an eyebrow, “Why not? Don’t you have a reputation to uphold?”

He smiled but shook his head. “Were it a different kind of combat, Your Grace, there would be no chance for me to turn it down.” He took a sip of his drink. “I’m more the tactical than the strategic type.”

“Anyone could win,” you said. “Tell you what. You show me a good game and win, and I’ll do you a little favor.”

Childe froze, the cup falling from his hands and the drink spilling over the table. He shoved his chair back and turned as he stood, marching over to the few people setting up the board, slamming his hands on the table. “Count me in.”

He lost, horribly. He barely managed to last four turns before a coalition of Jean, Diluc, and one of the Fatui agents wiped him off the board. The game continued with Childe sitting on the sidelines and glaring at the one agent that betrayed him, the victor was found and celebrated, but that playful promise of yours planted another, more dangerous seed.

When the game of Diplomacy spread throughout Teyvat, smaller tournaments blossomed shortly afterward, to find the best of the players in each nation. A few enterprising individuals came up with the idea to host an international tournament, one that drew from southeastern Teyvat. While it boasted a hefty Mora reward for the highest-placed victors, the real prize was the prestige of being the uncontested winner of the Creator’s game.

And then you had to insinuate that you might personally reward the overall winner.

If your game spread like wildfire, you may as well have doused all of Teyvat in gasoline.

The past energy which people had before paled compared to the newfound desire to chase after even the slimmest chance of the Creator’s pure attention, rumored though it may have been. These last games burned with fervor and conviction that few had seen before, refining the pool of players from scores to dozens, then to the handful of furious semi-finals, from which the seven finalists emerged.

And today, the champion would be determined. The host, the state of Liyue, had spared no expense for this final game. The same building in which you had first shared your game had been secured to host the finals. The map was printed on gold-lined silk, each region painted in rich, vibrant pigments, lavishly detailed and seemingly rising off from the sheet. The counters for the different nations’ armies and navies, hand carved from priceless gemstones and inlaid with gold.

Spectators slowly filtered in as the start time drew near. Nobles, aristocrats, and merchants from Monstadt to Sumeru (and some from further afield) flocked to watch the match play out and gathered that morning. Many took the chance to socialize and build connections but many more hoped to catch the eye of their Beloved Creator that morning.

You were brought to the hall while the sun was still rising; only you, Adjudicator of Fates, could suffice to usher such an important game. You were ushered in with the warmest welcomes from all parties and highest fanfare, paraded around to the different important peoples: sages from Sumeru, nobles and their scions from Mondstadt, you even had the fortune to meet the Yuheng and the Raiden Shogun themselves before being ushered to your seat, in the middle of the side of the table.

Each of the invited nations showed off their own players and allowed them to take their seats: first Jean, who would play Mondstadt, sat off to your left, then Diluc, playing Natlan. Next was Yae Miko playing Inazuma, then Ayaka playing Snezhnaya. Alhaitham sat opposite you and played Sumeru. Finally, the players from Liyue entered, the most lavishly-dressed of the players: Yelan, playing Fontaine, sat to your right; and Ningguang, playing Liyue, sat to your left.

As the players took their seats, Keqing stood and addressed the crowd, welcoming them all and thanking them for their presence. She thanked the tournament organizers for their work on the events, past and present. Lastly, she turned to you and thanked you for sharing this game with them and allowing them to partake in its joys and sorrows. Her thanks given, she declared the finals to have begun.

The game entered its first phase and the players broke to meet with each other and plan their alliances. Everyone scrutinized who went to talk with who, which people the other players wanted to speak to, and how the dealings were going. Jean took Yelan aside and tried to make some earnest dealings with her, Alhaitham argued with Ningguang, and Diluc and Ayaka spoke with each other, hidden off in their corner of the board. Yae Miko sat back and kept an eye on the dealings, keeping secret just who she was eyeing as an ally or a target.

As discussions broke down between Ningguang and Alhaitham, Yae rose and asked to have a word with the latter. Ningguang went to request Jean’s ear, then Yelan tried to make a deal with Ayaka. On and on the diplomatic dance went until the time for the first round was called and the players returned to their seats to submit their orders.

You read, adjudicated, and executed the orders, shuffling the armies and navies across the map. The players eyed each move in turn, sometimes glaring at another player when a deal failed to materialize.

The second round of discussions quickly started, Alhaitham angrily pulling Yae aside, Jean hurrying over to speak to Yelan. Ningguang, without anyone to immediately turn to and make deals with, went to speak with Diluc and Ayaka.

The diplomatic maneuvers continued, and even you could start to see the lines being drawn. The drag-out four-way war between Sumeru, Inazuma, Liyue, and Mondstadt was in full swing: Liyue was fighting with Mondstadt and Sumeru over their border cities while Inazuma was looking for any opening to exploit, but Jean was trying to break the stalemate by getting Fontaine to commit an army. On the other corner of the board, Natlan, Snezhnaya, and Fontaine had some token battles, but the first two were otherwise beginning to encroach upon the rest of the board.

The diplomatic plays ended and the orders were submitted. Again, you dutifully relayed the orders and played them out.

The minute you finished shuffling the pieces around with your divine powers, comments between the players started flying.

“Jean,” Alhaitham looked at her pieces, speaking quite openly, “I find your stance towards Yelan quite curious. I thought you said it was in your best interest that we build our forces against Ningguang.”

Jean cleared her throat. “A strong accusation, considering you rebuffed that plan of mine. You said she was working with Guji Yae, but now that it’s clear that the latter is trying to steal a foothold beneath our noses, we agreed–”

“Excuse you?” Yae cut in, “I offered quite amicable terms to you, as many eavesdroppers can attest. If you’re looking for a scapegoat, might I suggest the person who has been playing you both?” She glared at Yelan.

“Your age must be blinding you, Guji.” Yelan steepled her fingers. “Your intentions are clear, but there are far worse dangers on this board–”

Ningguang interrupted her. “Worse than you violating our agreement to keep Huaguang clear? You should know better than to violate trust.”

“Yes, even worse than you saying you were willing to strike into Wolvendom on false pretenses.” Yelan turned to the two players on her right. “Our two dear players of Natlan and Snezhnaya are being quite quiet and chummy with each other.”

“Now, now,” Diluc said, “just because we’re not engaging in the madness of the eastern side of the board is no reason to throw accusations.”

“We would like to assure you,” Ayaka added, “that you all have plenty enough on your plates. Is it quite wise to send accusations so blindly?”

“I’m not sending empty accusations,” Yelan said, her voice sharpening, “I’m saying you two clearly have an alliance and are planning to sweep the board. We need to band together to–”

“Certainly not! See, we’re struggling over these border regions- quite difficult to be allied while you’re fighting each other.”

Ningguang interrupted, talking to Yelan. “I think it’s clever how you deflected criticism over your double-dealing with Alhaitham and Jean.”

“And I think it’s beginner-level squabbling,” Alhaitham said, “trying to deflect attention like that. Did you promise Windrise to Guji Yae for her help?” He looked over at Yae. “Sorry to say, I don’t think Ningguang is a sharing type. Might I suggest–”

“Really, Alhaitham?” Yae smiled at him. “Letting a little early-game betrayal get to you? I’d suggest not letting those crumbling alliances hurt your poor feelings too much. Might I suggest growing yourself some thicker skin?”

Jean stood up. “And might I suggest that you stop provoking everyone around you! You promised that you would help me past Dragonspine, yet now you’re playing nice with Ningguang!”

“Not to mention,” Alhaitham added, “that you made a similar offer to me, then started attacking me out of the blue. Watch, you’re going to start probing the Guili Plains soon enough, aren’t you? No one on the eastern coast can trust an Inazuma player.”

Yae laughed. “Oh, but do tell me how that front between you and Ningguang is going. Oh, that’s right, your little gambit south of the Chasm hasn’t exactly played out in your favor, has it? And you, Jean, darling, just stay in your corner of the board over there and let the more important nations play things out, yes?”

“Enough, Yae.” Ningguang sent her a glare. “Unless you have mastered the art of silent communication, it seems like you too lack strong alliances.”

“And you’re facing two fronts of conflict. If I don’t sweep in to secure those precious supply centers, you three will just keep swapping them back and forth to no end. Someone has to come out ahead in all this and it might as well be me.” She smiled as she looked in your direction. “I can already taste my victory and the sweetness of your lips.”

“Okay,” you cut in, “that’s enough time for the diplomatic phase. It’s time to write and submit orders.” You sat back in your chair. A productive diplomatic phase, all things considered! When an accusation or an agreement are just as important as moving a piece on the board, flying accusations are to be expected. Few can resist the allure of collecting all one’s allies to wipe an opponent from the board.

The turn passed mostly uneventfully. Skirmishes occurred, armies were forced back, territory changed hands. In the next diplomatic phase, though, there was a notable shift in tone between the characters. The players engaged more steadily with their allies; instead of a complex dance to test the waters, the lines were drawn on the battlefields- on the map and in their minds.

In the orders of that turn were the expected exchanges of Snezhnaya and Natlan, a concession of land from Mondstadt to Fontaine. But there was a further surprise- one of Alhaitham’s armies had been brought to Inazuma by Ningguang’s ships and captured a supply center on Watatsumi Island. When you read the orders aloud, it raised eyebrows from the other players on the board except one.

Yae Miko did not wear her usual smile the rest of that turn. When the players broke to discuss their next moves, she made a surprising choice of who to pull aside to deal with- Jean. They spoke in harsh, hushed voices. Deals were presented then discarded in short order until Yae said something that gave Jean pause.

You were intrigued and there were few in the audience, players included, that missed your interest. All eyes rested on those two players as they returned to the table and submitted their orders. You could feel things grow more tense as you read out the players’ orders one by one, until you read one of Ningguang’s fateful orders.

“Fleet in Central Line of Storms convoys Mingyun Village to Narukami Island.”

It only took a quick glance at the source province to confirm that the army counter was carved from aquamarine and belonged to Jean, not from Ningguang’s cor lapis. The room’s attention slowly turned to Yae and Jean.

Jean finished her drink and set her cup down, avoiding looking right at Yae. She spoke quietly. “I was offered quite amicable terms.”

The audience murmured and chuckled at her response, many likely having their own comebacks against the kitsune, but the rest of the orders were delivered to near apathy from the audience. Once a major betrayal began, there are few who could resist the allure of watching a player’s territory be devoured by their neighbors and erstwhile allies.

The last of Inazuma’s supply centers fell a turn later and with that, Yae Miko had lost.

As the turn ended, Keqing stepped forward and called for the game to pause- while things had just begun to turn interesting, they were out of time for the morning session. Lunch was ready to be served and few wanted to be kept waiting; besides, while many had come here to see the region’s finals of the Creator’s game, many more had come to vie for your attention.

The Yuheng took your arm after you rose and led you forward, the players following right behind, and the audience slowly following afterwards. Only Yae Miko remained sitting at the table, turning one of the amethyst counters in her hand.

#the brightest minds in west Teyvat #laid low by their Thirst for the Creator #sorry Yae #maybe next time don't simp for Them so loudly #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact #genshin cult au #yandere genshin impact #ask response

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Justice for Barty Crouch Jr: Part 1/2

(Part 2)

This is a bit of a weird theory, and I'll confess, some of the evidence is not all that conclusive. But I didn't see anyone mention anything about this anywhere else...

When I reread the books recently, I noticed I really liked Mad-Eye Moody in Goblet of Fire. Moody in the fourth book is actually one of my favorite characters, he makes the top 10. But then I reached Order of the Phoenix and realized (again) that I hate Moody's guts.

The only conclusion I could draw was that I really liked Barty Crouch Jr. because, Moody in book 4, wasn't really Moody. So, I went back to Goblet of Fire to try and find out who Barty is, how his behavior as Moody, differed from the real deal in the later books, and why I liked him when I didn't like the real Moody.

And let's just say, I came to some interesting conclusions...

This post ended up being pretty long, so I've divided it up into two. But my thesis is:

Barty was a Death eater, but he didn't torture the Longbottoms.

He didn't want Harry to be hurt during the Tornoment and actually cared about him.

And I can prove it!

Reasons for Doubt

When reviewing all the scenes of Barty Jr, it was made clear pretty quickly that Barty wasn't really trying to fool anyone. Actually, he seemed to be actively sabotaging himself.

“Maybe someone’s hoping Potter is going to die for it,” said Moody, with the merest trace of a growl. An extremely tense silence followed these words. Ludo Bagman, who was looking very anxious indeed, bounced nervously up and down on his feet and said, “Moody, old man ... what a thing to say!” “We all know Professor Moody considers the morning wasted if he hasn’t discovered six plots to murder him before lunchtime,” said Karkaroff loudly. “Apparently he is now teaching his students to fear assassination too. An odd quality in a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Dumbledore, but no doubt you had your reasons.”

(Goblet of Fire, page 279)

From the very beginning, Barty is outright telling everyone what happened. And exactly how:

“Because they hoodwinked a very powerful magical object!” said Moody. “It would have needed an exceptionally strong Confundus Charm to bamboozle that goblet into forgetting that only three schools compete in the tournament. ... I’m guessing they submitted Potter’s name under a fourth school, to make sure he was the only one in his category. ...” “You seem to have given this a great deal of thought, Moody,” said Karkaroff coldly, “and a very ingenious theory it is — though of course, I heard you recently got it into your head that one of your birthday presents contained a cunningly disguised basilisk egg, and smashed it to pieces before realizing it was a carriage clock. So you’ll understand if we don’t take you entirely seriously. ...”

(Goblet of Fire, pages 279-280)

He goes as far as to explain how he got Harry into the tournament. To the point even Karkaroff thinks it's strange Moody would bother putting so much thought into it. And he's right, it is super strange.

Barty shouldn't be explaining that to the people he is supposedly trying to deceive. It's so incredibly revealing and counterproductive. And it's not that Barty is stupid, he shows he is both intelligent and competent to a degree it's clear that if he really wanted to not be discovered he wouldn't be (he transfigured his father's corpse to a bone and buried it in the forest when he didn't wish to be found out, clearly, he can get away with murder when he wants to). So why all of this? Why try so hard to tell them exactly what's going on? Why is he showing his hand?

It won't be out of character for Moody to not mention all of it. He could not go into as much detail easily. But, he chooses to go into detail about the very method he used to get Harry chosen for the tournament. Like he's trying to get himself caught.

“So . . . whoever conjured the Dark Mark . . .” said Hermione slowly, “were they doing it to show support for the Death Eaters, or to scare them away?” “Your guess is as good as ours, Hermione,” said Mr. Weasley. “But I’ll tell you this . . . it was only the Death Eaters who ever knew how to conjure it. I’d be very surprised if the person who did it hadn’t been a Death Eater once, even if they’re not now. . . .

(Goblet of Fire, page 143)

This is an earlier note from Hermione, and I agree with her 100%. The goal of Barty when casting the Dark Mark isn't clear. We know he is a marked Death Eater, but so are Regulus and Snape. We know not all Death Eaters agreed with everything they did, and some of them had regrets. And it's kind of interesting this idea that Barty cast the Dark Mark to scare the attackers off was planted this early in the book.

“What — what are you doing?” said Professor McGonagall, her eyes following the bouncing ferret’s progress through the air. “Teaching,” said Moody. “Teach — Moody, is that a student?” shrieked Professor McGonagall, the books spilling out of her arms. “Yep,” said Moody.

(Goblet of Fire, page 206)

I wanted to add this scene just because of the "yep" as his response to McGonagall, but this entire conversation, actually is noteworthy. Why? Well, the mannerism.

Moody whom we meet in book 5 and onwards doesn't speak or act like this. The mannerisms and speech patterns we see in this conversation are 100% Barty Crouch Jr. And this isn't the only scene in which his own mannerisms peek through because he isn't putting much effort into his act.

Here are some examples of how Moody talks in book 5, for comparison:

“Well, congratulations,” said Moody, still glaring at Ron with his normal eye, “authority figures always attract trouble, but I suppose Dumbledore thinks you can withstand most major jinxes or he wouldn’t have appointed you. . . .”

(Order of the Pheonix, page 169)

“Yeah, well,” said Moody, “there’s something funny about the Potter kid, we all know that.” “Dumbledore seemed worried about Harry when I spoke to him this morning,” whispered Mrs. Weasley. “ ’Course he’s worried,” growled Moody. “The boy’s seeing things from inside You-Know-Who’s snake. . . . Obviously, Potter doesn’t realize what that means, but if You-Know-Who’s possessing him —”

(Order of the Pheonix, page 491)

He's more gruff, more blunt, more paranoid. He isn't as gentle with Harry and Ron as Barty was (I'll showcase some of these moments later). And he shows full faith in Dumbledore's decisions. Something, Barty doesn't do even when pretending to be Moody.

Some Background

I want to talk about Barty's trial and Azkaban sentence for a bit, along with his relationship with his father as it explains a lot about him as a character...

and a boy in his late teens, who looked nothing short of petrified. He was shivering, his straw-colored hair all over his face, his freckled skin milk-white. The wispy little witch beside Crouch began to rock backward and forward in her seat, whimpering into her handkerchief. Crouch stood up. He looked down upon the four in front of him, and there was pure hatred in his face. “You have been brought here before the Council of Magical Law,” he said clearly, “so that we may pass judgment on you, for a crime so heinous —” “Father,” said the boy with the straw-colored hair. “Father . . . please . . .” “— that we have rarely heard the like of it within this court,” said Crouch, speaking more loudly, drowning out his son’s voice. “We have heard the evidence against you. The four of you stand accused of capturing an Auror — Frank Longbottom — and subjecting him to the Cruciatus Curse, believing him to have knowledge of the present whereabouts of your exiled master, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named —” “Father, I didn’t!” shrieked the boy in chains below. “I didn’t, I swear it, Father, don’t send me back to the dementors —”

(Goblet of Fire, page 594)

Does this look like a hardened Death Eater who was happy to torture the Longbottoms and proud to serve his lord?

No, this is a terrified nineteen-year-old kid who was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people.

Barty continues and calls:

“Mother!” screamed the boy below, and the wispy little witch beside Crouch began to sob, rocking backward and forward. “Mother, stop him, Mother, I didn’t do it, it wasn’t me!”

...

“No! Mother, no! I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it, I didn’t know! Don’t send me there, don’t let him!”

(Goblet of Fire, page 595)

Barty calls this as Bellatrix and the Lestranges are completely calm, taking credit for torturing the Longbottoms. Shouting at Crouch Sr, that Voldemort would return. Barty isn't doing that, he isn't the fanatic Death Eaters, he's a scared boy:

But the boy was trying to fight off the dementors, even though Harry could see their cold, draining power starting to affect him. The crowd was jeering, some of them on their feet, as the woman swept out of the dungeon, and the boy continued to struggle. “I’m your son!” he screamed up at Crouch. “I’m your son!” “You are no son of mine!” bellowed Mr. Crouch, his eyes bulging suddenly. “I have no son!” The wispy witch beside him gave a great gasp and slumped in her seat. She had fainted. Crouch appeared not to have noticed. “Take them away!” Crouch roared at the dementors, spit flying from his mouth. “Take them away, and may they rot there!” “Father! Father, I wasn’t involved! No! No! Father, please!”

(Goblet of Fire, page 596)

Barty keeps swearing he wasn't involved and that he didn't do it. that it wasn't him. Compared to how calm the three Lestranges are — it's clear something's up.

I think Barty is telling the truth here. I think he really didn't torture the Longbottoms.

Barty was still acting as a scared boy, just like in his trial, even in front of only dementors and Death Eaters, when there was no need to act. He is described by Sirius when he arrived in Azkaban:

I saw the dementors bringing him in, watched them through the bars in my cell door. He can’t have been more than nineteen. They took him into a cell near mine. He was screaming for his mother by nightfall. He went quiet after a few days, though . . . they all went quiet in the end . . . except when they shrieked in their sleep. . . .

(Goblet of Fire, page 528)

Barty was young and scared and kept to the same behavior even with no audience to convince — which means it wasn't a lie. It wasn't an act. He really didn't do it.

Sirius talks a little bit about Braty's childhood, his relationship with Crouch Sr and the events leading up to his trial:

“Crouch’s own son was caught with a group of Death Eaters who’d managed to talk their way out of Azkaban. Apparently they were trying to find Voldemort and return him to power.”

...

“Nasty little shock for old Barty, I’d imagine. Should have spent a bit more time at home with his family, shouldn’t he? Ought to have left the office early once in a while . . . gotten to know his own son.” He began to wolf down large pieces of bread. “Was his son a Death Eater?” said Harry. “No idea,” said Sirius, still stuffing down bread. “I was in Azkaban myself when he was brought in. This is mostly stuff I’ve found out since I got out. The boy was definitely caught in the company of people I’d bet my life were Death Eaters — but he might have been in the wrong place at the wrong time, just like the house-elf.”

...

“...Crouch’s fatherly affection stretched just far enough to give his son a trial, and by all accounts, it wasn’t much more than an excuse for Crouch to show how much he hated the boy . . . then he sent him straight to Azkaban.”

(Goblet of Fire, page 528)

Barty, at the time of his trial and sentence, wasn't even for sure a Death Eater. He wasn't actually caught doing anything, he was caught with Death Eaters who escaped an Azkaban sentence, which means Death Eaters other than the Lestranges. This means he wasn't even caught on the scene of the Longbottoms torture, but somewhere else and unrelated. It proves even more that Barty was innocent regarding the torture of Frank and Alice.

We know he was a Death Eater because he could cast the Dark Mark. But, I think he wasn't involved in torturing the Longbottoms or anyone, for that matter. I don't think he had it in him before Azkaban and years of torment by his father.

The other thing of note is Crouch's treatment of his son. He was an absent father, caring more for his ministry position than his family. And we see later in GoF that Barty despises his father. I think he disliked him even before being kept under the imperious curse for years. I think that's what pushed Barty to become a Death Eater, it was something to spite his father. To create a distance between them.

His murder of his father during GoF is probably the only murder he wanted a part of. Actually, his father is the only person we know he killed. He didn't get the chance to kill the real Moody, and he never killed anyone else.

Once the boy [Barty Jr] had died, people started feeling a bit more sympathetic toward the son and started asking how a nice young lad from a good family had gone so badly astray. The conclusion was that his father never cared much for him

(Goblet of Fire, page 529)

More from Sirius that strengthens my former point. Barty joined the Death Eaters, in large to go against his father.

This vendetta against his father is the main reason I believe Barty chooses this plan to aid Voldemort. Well, there are some other reasons, but using the tournament is a good way for him to mess with his father's reputation. That same reputation that was more important to him than his own son.

As a Teacher and Mentor

A lot of fans like to say Remus Lupin was the best DADA teacher Harry had, I'd actually argue it was Moody (aka Barty). I'm saying that because Barty-as-Moody was the one who taught Harry many of the techniques and approaches he keeps going back to in the books.

The constant vigilance that saves him multiple times is from Barty, not the real Moody.

His resistance to the imperious curse.

When Harry quotes Moody in his head under certain situations for the advice he was given, it's not advice from the real Moody but from Barty:

He raised the cup to his lips and then, just as suddenly, lowered it. One of the horrible painted kittens behind Umbridge had great round blue eyes just like Mad-Eye Moody’s magical one, and it had just occurred to Harry what Mad-Eye would say if he ever heard that Harry had drunk anything offered by a known enemy

(Order of the Phoenix, page 630)

This above quote is based on Barty's advice in GoF, not the real Moody.

Barty made Harry think of becoming an auror. He was the one who convinced him he could become one:

“You ever thought of a career as an Auror, Potter?” “No,” said Harry, taken aback. “You want to consider it,” said Moody, nodding and looking at Harry thoughtfully. “Yes, indeed . . . and incidentally . . . I’m guessing you weren’t just taking that egg for a walk tonight?” “Er — no,” said Harry, grinning. “I’ve been working out the clue.” Moody winked at him, his magical eye going haywire again. “Nothing like a nighttime stroll to give you ideas, Potter. . . . See you in the morning. . . .”

(Goblet of Fire, pages 477-478)

Barty did more for Harry's self-esteem than any other teacher.

“Now, that’s more like it!” growled Moody’s voice, and suddenly, Harry felt the empty, echoing feeling in his head disappear. He remembered exactly what was happening, and the pain in his knees seemed to double. “Look at that, you lot ... Potter fought! He fought it, and he damn near beat it! We’ll try that again, Potter, and the rest of you, pay attention — watch his eyes, that’s where you see it — very good, Potter, very good indeed! They’ll have trouble controlling you!”

(Goblet of Fire, page 232)

In the above scene, Barty is delighted by Harry's resistance of the imperious. He is so proud and fond. I already mentioned and will continue showing how Barty did very little acting when he pretended to be Moody, as such, I don't think he's pretending here either. I think he actually is delighted.

And, I mean, think about it, why would a servant loyal to Voldemort teach Harry Potter how to resist the imperius? Why would he keep practicing with him throughout the year to make sure he was good at it? Why make sure Harry knows people would want to control him and he should make it hard for them?

The only conclusion I can come to is that he is trying to help Harry from a limited position. Why and How will be discussed later.

Neville was standing alone, halfway up the passage, staring at the stone wall opposite him with the same horrified, wide-eyed look he had worn when Moody had demonstrated the Cruciatus Curse. “Neville?” Hermione said gently. “Neville, what — ?” But an odd clunking noise sounded behind them, and they turned to see Professor Moody limping toward them. All four of them fell silent, watching him apprehensively, but when he spoke, it was in a much lower and gentler growl than they had yet heard. “It’s all right, sonny,” he said to Neville. “Why don’t you come up to my office? Come on . . . we can have a cup of tea. ...” Neville looked even more frightened at the prospect of tea with Moody. He neither moved nor spoke. Moody turned his magical eye upon Harry. “You all right, are you, Potter?” “Yes,” said Harry, almost defiantly. Moody’s blue eye quivered slightly in its socket as it surveyed Harry. Then he said, “You’ve got to know. It seems harsh, maybe, but you’ve got to know. No point pretending ... well ... come on, Longbottom, I’ve got some books that might interest you.”

(Goblet of Fire, page 219)

And he wasn't only the best DADA teacher for Harry, he was the best teacher for Neville too. He actually helped the son of the Longbottoms he was sent to Azkaban for torturing.

Just, he is the only adult attempting to build up Neville's confidence in himself and his abilities. He encourages Neville's love of Herbology and doesn't ridicule him like most other adults in Neville's life.

Also in the above quote, he clearly wants to tell Harry more. "but you’ve got to know", he says. He is trying to prepare Harry for what's to come. Why would he do that if he wants him dead?

As a Defender of Harry

To continue off Barty actually steps up to defend Harry a lot throughout the book. Even at times, he won't necessarily have to. I mean, the real Moody was never this protective of Harry. Sure, he kept him safe, but he didn't really care for Harry's feelings and self-esteem. Barty did.

“Yeah, that’s Harry Potter,” said a growling voice from behind them. Professor Karkaroff spun around. Mad-Eye Moody was standing there, leaning heavily on his staff, his magical eye glaring unblinkingly at the Durmstrang headmaster. The color drained from Karkaroff’s face as Harry watched. A terrible look of mingled fury and fear came over him

(Goblet of Fire, page 258)

He's scaring Karkaroff and the Durmstrang students away from Harry. The moment before this quote had the Durmstrang students and Karkaroff noticing Harry for the first time as they were leaving the Great Hall on the day they arrived at Hogwarts. They all freeze and stare at Harry, knowing his story and probably about to ask him questions, it's not like Karkaroff would've done anything in the Great Hall. But Moody (Barty) steps in to fend off Harry's discomfort! Hes not even in actual physical danger! Just discomfort!

Harry hesitated. He’d been afraid of this — but he hadn’t told Cedric, and he certainly wasn’t going to tell Moody, that Hagrid had broken the rules. “It’s all right,” said Moody, sitting down and stretching out his wooden leg with a groan. “Cheating’s a traditional part of the Tri-wizard Tournament and always has been.” “I didn’t cheat,” said Harry sharply. “It was — a sort of accident that I found out.” Moody grinned. “I wasn’t accusing you, laddie. I’ve been telling Dumbledore from the start, he can be as high-minded as he likes, but you can bet old Karkaroff and Maxime won’t be. They’ll have told their champions everything they can. They want to win. They want to beat Dumbledore. They’d like to prove he’s only human.”

(Goblet of Fire, pages 343-344)

Moody is glad Harry knows about the dragons, and that could be explained by wanting him to win so he could get to the graveyard (that plan had so many problems in it that I'll get to later) but that isn't the only thing he reveals here. He calls out Dumbledore and his attitude. He shows his dislike towards Dumbledore and his moral flexibility regarding cheating - two things the real Moody will never say. And he would definitely not phrase them like this. This whole conversation — that's all Barty.

Barty, who is actually encouraging Harry and belittling Dumbledore.

That sentence about proving Dumbledore's human, I think Barty shares that feeling. He agrees with the other headmasters on that. Even if he hates Karkaroff's guts.

Because he actually does hate all the Death Eaters that got away genuinely, but not for the same reasons as, let's say, Bellatrix. Bellatrix dislikes them for their lack of loyalty to their lord; Barty hates them out of envy.

Barty was sent to Azkaban for his mark even if he never tortured or killed anyone. And these other Death Eaters, ones he might know killed or tortured, got out scott-free. He was fought alongside them and still sent to the dementors instead of being let go. And he is bitter.

Also, important to remember, that a year in Azkaban and then twelve years under the Imperius curse didn't leave him unscathed. He is not mentally or emotionally well or anything close to it when we meet him in the books.

“Well, I’m not going to tell you,” said Moody gruffly. “I don’t show favoritism, me. I’m just going to give you some good, general advice. And the first bit is — play to your strengths.” “I haven’t got any,” said Harry, before he could stop himself. “Excuse me,” growled Moody, “you’ve got strengths if I say you’ve got them. Think now. What are you best at?”

(Goblet of Fire, page 344)

I love this scene. Like, this is the first ever time an adult with authority, a teacher, tells Harry how great he is. I talked about the fact Harry is clever and magically powerful but has really low self-esteem. And Barty actually argues with him. Bart (as Moody) makes him believe he could become something. That he has things he is good at.

One of this book's antagonists is the first person to tell Harry he has strengths. That's just all levels of messed up.

It shows Barty Crouch Jr actually does more for Harry's emotional well-being than any other professor he had. More than McGonagall, more than Lupin. Actually, the only adult who tries to help Harry with more care than Barty, is Sirius Black, Harry's godfather. It's just insane that Barty, a Death Eater, actually understood Harry and went out of his way to help with his insecurities and make him comfortable more than Molly Weasley did.

Now, let's talk about the Farret Incident because it's interesting too. both regarding his defense of Harry and his hatred of the Death Eaters that got away.

“I don’t think so!” roared Moody, pointing his wand at the ferret again — it flew ten feet into the air, fell with a smack to the floor, and then bounced upward once more. “I don’t like people who attack when their opponent’s back’s turned,” growled Moody as the ferret bounced higher and higher, squealing in pain. “Stinking, cowardly, scummy thing to do. ...”

(Goblet of Fire, page 205)

Barty steps in to defend Harry because he does it a lot. It's why I placed this moment in this section. One would expect someone who wants Harry to die to not mind if he was cursed a bit, it's not like Draco was about to kill him, but no, he defends him even when no one sees him there.

But specifically in this incident, I want to mention how personal he gets about this. Barty's disdain towards the Death Eaters that escaped Azkaban is very real and very dangerous to Draco. He's furious they didn't need to spend a year in hell on earth only to then be enslaved by a curse for 12 years by their father who kept them like a dirty secret in the basement.

As I mentioned above, I don't think Barty is mentally sound, but I think he genuinely cares about Harry and didn't torture the Longbottoms.

In the next post, I go through the final scene of Barty in the book, and explain the whole plan Barty had.

Part 2 >>

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[sporesgalaxy]

Addie and his current opponents in the @failboy-oc-tournament , Ludo @kalopseance and Mulligan @bunquest as a team!!!!!

Both super charming failboys, and I LOVED how much pink & purple this was to draw in this image :P It's been a joy to meet these two characters!!!!!

#addison king #spacecreate #colorful stuff #addie

[justforbooks]

Things you didn't know about board games

Many of us loving playing board games and people have been playing them for millennia. Here's some fun facts about this excellent pastime

1. We have been playing board games for millennia

Chess, checkers, backgammon and Go all have origins in the ancient world. King Tut was buried with multiple sets of an Egyptian game called senet. Hundreds of pieces of Greek pottery depict Ajax and Achilles hunched over a board in the midst of play. And the Ashanti people of Ghana are believed to have created a board game called wari, which you may know as the count-and-capture game mancala.

2. It wasn’t until the 19th century that board games began to be sold commercially

The first, The Mansion of Happiness, came out in England in 1800. The “mansion” was heaven, and players raced to get there. Decades later, an American named Milton Bradley reworked— and rebranded—it as The Checkered Game of Life.

3. Ludo has roots in ancient India, where it was called pachisi

Pachisi is from the Hindi word for “twenty-five,” the highest possible outcome of a single throw. But whereas Americans only tweaked the name to Parcheesi, the British decided to call it Ludo (‘lew-doh), Latin for “I play.” So when Englishman Anthony E Pratt developed his murder-mystery board game in 1943, he called it Cluedo, playing on Ludo. (In some countries, it’s called Clue.)

4. Around the world, the colourful cast of Cluedo can look quite different

Professor Plum was originally called Dr Orange in Spain. Mr Green goes by Chef Lettuce in Chile. Mrs Peacock is Mrs Purple in Brazil and Mrs Periwinkle in France, and in Switzerland, she’s Captain Blue, a man.

5. Board games occasionally inspire screenwriters

There’s the 1985 mystery Clue, the 2012 action movie Battleship and the 2023 fantasy film Dungeons & Dragons: Honour Among Thieves.

6. At least one board game is being adapted into a television show

The game's creator was a famous French filmmaker , Albert Lamorisse, who wrote and directed the 1956 Oscar-winner The Red Balloon, also created a board game he called La Conquête du Monde (Conquest of the World).

Parker Brothers, an American toy and game manufacturer, introduced it to the US soon after, and renamed it Risk.

7. Another game inventor, Alfred Butts, called his game a couple of other names before Scrabble

Butts first called his creation Lexiko, then Criss Cross Words, before settling on Scrabble—a word that means “to hold on to something.” The hugely popular game has been translated into 29 languages and more than 150 million sets have been sold around the world.

8. Over a game of Scrabble, Canadians Chris Haney and Scott Abbott came up with the idea for their game, Trivial Pursuit

Its success launched a years-long legal battle with an American encyclopedist who claimed Haney took trivia from his books, something Haney readily admitted to doing. In the end, the courts decided you can’t steal trivia and dismissed the suit. During the 1980s, Trivial Pursuit outsold even Monopoly, racking up $800 million in sales in 1984 alone.

9. At the highest levels of play, it’s not all fake money

The winner of the World Chess Tournament takes home up to 60 per cent of the €2 million purse, with the runner-up receiving the smaller share. Even the Monopoly world champion takes home real cash: US$20,580, the amount that comes in a standard Monopoly game.

10. Arguably the wrong person is credited with the creation of Monopoly

The American who sold Monopoly to Parker Brothers in the 1930s, Charles Darrow, often receives the credit for creating the game. But it was another American, Elizabeth Magie, who, decades earlier, earned a patent for her invention, The Landlord’s Game.

Players purchased railroads, paid rent and occasionally ended up in jail. Ironically, Magie’s aim with the game was to show the evils of accumulating wealth by bankrupting others.

11. Monopoly was a polarising game in communist countries

Fidel Castro banned it in Cuba, and it was also banned in China for much of the 20th century. But an even more dramatic bit of board game history occurred during the Second World War. Since prisoners of war in Germany were allowed board games, American troops hid maps, compasses and real money inside Monopoly sets to help them escape.

12. The idea for the kids’ classic game Candy Land came from Eleanor Abbott, an American polio patient

In 1949, Abbott wanted to create something for children to play in quarantine. In fact, illness has served as game inspiration many times. In the British mobile-app-turned-board game known as Plague, players take on the role of deadly diseases trying to mutate and spread across the world. Conversely, in Pandemic, created by an American, players try to contain the spread of diseases and discover cures.

13. Thousands of new games are released each year and there's annual awards for the best

How can you tell which ones are worth buying? One reliable indicator is the Spiel des Jahres (“Game of the Year” in German), a prestigious award given each summer by a jury of (mostly German) game critics who volunteer to play and vote for the winning games. Previous award recipients include Settlers of Catan, Dominion and Ticket to Ride. 

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#just for books

[fizzyfizu]

Accursed in the Lake’s Depths

Chapter 1.1 : A Late Start

Harry J. Potter / reader

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      Deafening cheers could be heard.  Harry struggled to organise his thoughts as he ran as quickly as he could manage; he was woken up only 10 minutes before the task started.  Eventually making it to a wooden platform that creaked every step he took, the platform hung over the Black Lake slightly.

      On it stood a long table, and draped over it was a gold, intricately designed fabric, with tassles hanging by the corners; clearly this was the judges table—evident by the quills, ink pots, and parchment, among other things littered across it.  

      Harry also spotted the 3 other contestants (Cedric, Fleur, and Krum) preparing themselves for the upcoming task on the other end of the table.

      His eyes swept the stands for familiar faces, specifically a certain bright haired ginger and bushy haired brunette.  Having no luck in finding his 2 closest friends–he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of hurt deep down, and he could feel his morale dwindle.  

      So as to distract himself, he shifts his focus onto the waters.  The soft waves in the Black Lake did him no favours, only helping in worsening his nervousness.  

      Gillyweed in hand, courtesy of Dobby (who says that he overheard some teachers discussing the task and followed a student, Harry guesses it was Neville, around to get the gillyweed), Harry began to let his mind wander to Merlin knows what.  Thoughts of whatever item they took that is dear to him being forever lost to the Black Lake made him even more nervous, not wanting to lose something he treasured a lot..like his precious firebolt. 

      A voice boomed throughout the venue, and Harry identified it as Ludo Bagman. “With all the champions present, the second task of the triwizard tournament shall commence!  Now, now, where’s all the noise for your representatives?!" Soon after Bagman said that last line,  the already deafening cheers doubled—no, quadrupled in volume. 

      “Hahah!”  Bagman cracked a hearty laugh, “That's more like it!  Now, allow me to introduce the mechanics..” Bagman moved his wand away from his mouth then cleared his throat before pointing his wand back to its original position once more.  Bagman’s wand seemed to act as a microphone, but Harry had missed the incantation that Bagman had used as the crowd drowned his voice out prior to the charm. 

      “For the second task, the champions will each have 1 hour to dive into the Black Lake and search its depths for something that they hold dear to them..”, Harry gulped as felt a cold sweat wash over him. “On my count, all 4 of them shall start their search.  Excuse us as we give the champions a few minutes more to prepare..but!  While they do that, how about I hear from the lovely students of beauxbatons!” Bagman continued to get the crowd even more excited, if possible.  

      Harry noticed this and thought, “Honestly they are as excited as one can get..anymore and they might just explode from the adrenaline.  Mark my words.”.  But regardless he was thankful for Bagman’s stalling as it bought him some time to think about his game plan properly.  Reaching into his trouser pockets, Harry pulled out the slimy ball of gillyweed—it looked as unappetizing, and borderline inedible to be frank, as ever.  Pushing down his urge to throw up at its stench and looks, he shoves it back into his pocket and proceeds to rid himself of unnecessary items he had on him, getting ready to enter the waters.

      Harry would be lying if he said he was fine, because these temperatures paired with the cold winds felt like a message from Merlin telling him that, no, something will be going horribly wrong, and you won't even feel comfortable while it happens thanks to the freezing temperatures.  

      The cold on the surface was unbearable and he could only imagine what the waters felt like.  With his left fist gripping the ball of gillyweed, his wand in his right pocket, and his glasses which are now enchanted to stay on no matter what, Harry..Harry still felt severely unprepared.

A/N: Hello!! Im new to writing so I hope that this was ok ^^, Im splitting this chapter into 3 seperate posts because it got too long for my liking 😭😭

#harry potter x reader #hjp x reader #harry james potter #harry james potter x reader #slow burn #strangers to friends #friends to lovers #fluff #goblet of fire #triwizard tournament #golden trio era #harry potter #fem!reader #female reader #hufflepuff #hufflepuff reader #hufflepuff!reader #i am going insane #black lake #hogwarts castle #The Water's Depths—Accursed in the Lake's Depths ₊˚.༄

[gentle-giant-swag]

SECOND CHANCE/ONE WAY TRIP ON JOSEPH AIRLINES ROUND 2 GROUP 2

CAPTAINS WORDS: I want to revive the fandoms back to life so they can fight over silly trolls :3

#gentle giant swag #tumblr tournament #tumblr poll #fandom poll #one way trip on joseph airlines #gentle giant swag: second chance #david bowie labyrinth #labyrinth movie #ludo labyrinth #tales of arcadia #aaarrrgghh troll hunters #trollhunters

[goldcrown20]

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: choice. Tw: for some strong language

“I’m afraid I’ve run out of options, my boys. Harry has no choice. He must compete,” said the old man, tiredly.

Sirius ran a hand down his face in frustration.

“This could be a great turn of events, Mr. Black. The youngest champion is the Boy Who Lived! We have the opportunity to make this the best tournament-,”

“Mr. Bagman, if you’d kindly shut the fuck up, that would help immensely,” interrupted Remus.

Sirius almost snorted at Ludo’s offended look.

“Mr. Black,” the man began, presumably thinking that Sirius would tell Remus off.

“Listen here,” Sirius almost referred to them as dumb fucks but stopped himself just in time, knowing he would never hear the end of it from Remus. “Harry will not be competing. Even if I have to sue you all for negligence and in general just the overall ridiculous amount of danger at this school, that boy will compete over my dead body,” he hissed.

After locking eyes with Moony, Sirius left Dumbledore’s office, followed closely by his partner. As Sirius began stomping towards the Astronomy tower, where he told Harry to wait for them, he felt Remus grab his hand.

“We will figure it out,” said his partner, amber eyes fierce with determination.

“This is the last straw Moony,” promised Sirius. “As soon as we do, we’re leaving. I don’t care if Harry doesn’t like it. I can’t keep dealing with shady Defense professors, basilisks, escaped convicts anymore. I-,”

Remus pulled him into his chest. Upon smelling chocolate and libraries, Sirius felt himself slightly relax.

Breathing in deeply, he tried to get as close as he could to Remus, to get as much of his comfort as possible.

“I can’t do this alone, Moony,” he whispered brokenly.

Remus pulled him away to give him an indignant look. “You’re not alone.”

“Not like that,” Sirius amended. He motioned around the empty Hogwarts hall. “I want you to be here. Harry and I, we need you here.”

Remus’s eyes softened in understanding. “You’re right. But there’s no open staff positions. Maybe we could lease a place in Hogsmeade?”

“No, that’s still not that different,” Sirius insisted. He paused, hoping that Remus wouldn’t disagree to the idea he was about to propose. “Move in to my quarters.”

Remus hesitated. “It’s not allowed,” he began but stopped suddenly catching the look on Sirius’s face. “But on second thought, Dumbledore left a twelve year old to take care of a basilisk that’s been living under the school.”

Sirius snorted. “So we don’t give a fuck about the rules, then?”

Remus smirked. “Pretty par for the course for us, isn’t it?”

Sirius couldn’t help but give him a small smile. “We’ll figure this out, right? Harry will be safe.”

Remus tightened his grip on Sirius’s hand. “We will absolutely figure this out. As you said beautifully in Dumbledore’s office, that boy will compete over our dead bodies.”

The two men continued to walk hand in hand down the hall and towards the Astronomy tower stairs, ready to protect their little family at any cost.

#wolfstar #wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar microfic #raising harry #remus x sirius #agatha writes wolfstar

[collateralfall]

Female Harry Potter Fanfic Recommendation List

I recently discovered this genre of Harry Potter fan fiction, and while I do not support the author’s views in any way, shape, form, or capacity, I do support awesome authors on the internet doing their best. That being said, this AU is such an interesting one to explore in the emotional and physical sense, as something so little changes the story in a compelling and imaginative way that really lets the author’s personal style and experience shine through brilliantly. While I am a fan of the old-fashioned fics, I feel like this take on it is interesting and growing in popularity steadily. I will be adding to this list as I find new and interesting takes on this AU. Sometimes writing quality is not the only thing that is an indicator of good fan work to me so there will be fics from varying levels in that regard present here if I find that it is unique in some way or a revolutionary idea/start to something that could be great with time. In turn, I will also be accepting any additional recommendations and adding anything that is really interesting on that end. Thank you and I hope you have a lovely day :).

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✨: Complete Work

🌙: Incomplete Work

*: Mature

R: Rating

P: Pairing

WC: Word Count

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Characters Read The Harry Potter Books:

1.) ✨ righting the wrongs of the past and future by Sleeper102

P: (Fred Weasley/Harry Potter), (Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter), (Hermione Granger/Ronald Weasley)

R: Not rated

WC: 88,352

Chapters: 21

Description: “Harriet Potter finds herself among friends and enemies alike in a room where they must read about her life. This is a basic characters read the books fanfiction I will be following the books pretty closely but because Harry is a female I will be adding or changing some things other than that this is your basic the characters read the books fanfic”.

My Take: I sincerely cannot stress how good this series is. It makes me feel like I am reading the books all over again and re-experiencing the story but with more depth and thought-provoking analysis. It truly does capture the best and worst of the characters in a way that makes it hard to stop reading and leaves me wanting another update immediately after I finish a new chapter. I am not even going to lie, this is most likely my favorite one on this list.

2.) The Complete “The Readings” Series by Sleeper102

Description: 

Books 1-3 are completed, so the reading is up to about chapter 2 of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire currently. The same pairing and rating notes should apply, but they are always listed in case this reclist missed anything. 

3.)🌙 Can Things Change by EsrynRose

P: (Fred Weasley/Harry Potter), (Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter), (Hermione Granger/Ronald Weasley), (Draco Malfoy/Female OC), (Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood), (James Potter/Lily Evans Potter)

R: Not Rated

WC: 136,369

Chapters: 20

Description: “2 days before Halloween 1977 a group of people travel to the past to change things. Can they manage to make a difference, or are certain things destined to stay the same no matter what the past learns”.

My Take: I think this is very well done and the author definitely makes this genre their own in an exciting way. The additions to the book in this are thought-provoking and well-crafted. 

4.) TBD

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Triwizard Tournament:

1.) ✨ The Videus Charm by OfPensandSwords

P: Mainly Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, but there is a light smattering of one-sided Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter and Dean Thomas/Harry Potter

R: Fiction T

WC: 126,669

Chapters: 26

Description: “Some may consider him useless, but Ludo Bagman has been absolutely inspired by muggle sports channels. As a result, a camera charm has been created. It is ready to catch all the action of the Triwizard Tournament and broadcast it into every home over Wizarding Europe. Now Harriet is on the big screen, and the crowd is going to see a lot more than they bargained for. FEM/Harry”.

My Take: This fanfiction was brilliant, I loved the concept of the Triwizard Tournament being broadcast through magic to everyone in the wizarding world. It was raw, innovative, and very hard to put down.

2.) TBD

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Time Travel:

1.) ✨ *Naturally by romanticangel92

P: (Newt Scamander/Harry Potter),(Fred Weasley/Harry Potter)

R: T

WC: 80k+

Description: “Time Travel. Fem! Harry. HP/NS. A badly timed wish, a mysterious mirror and Harriet Potter's knack for trouble equal one unexpected trip to the past...naturally. Dropping into the lap of a young Newt Scamander was the last way she had expected her day to end but Harry soon learns that maybe fate intervened for a reason. \\COMPLETE/”.

My Take: This was a fascinating concept, one that I have not quite come across yet. It was well-paced, and I love how the characters were written. It was very hard to stop reading as each new chapter made me compulsively want to know what happened next and how the wild ride would end. It was an innovative piece that jerks the heart strings and keeps the reader on their toes.

2.) TBD

#female harry potter #harry potter x fred weasley #harry potter x cedric diggory #harry potter #ron x hermione #draco x harry #drarry #ronmione #hp #harry x fred #harry x cedric #fanfic #characters read the books #fanfiction #fanfiction reccomendations #fic reccomendations #highly reccomend #newt scamander x harry potter #newt x harry #hedric #triwizard tournament #time travel fic #time travel fanfiction #time travel fix it

[ludomin]

Revolutionising Gaming: The Rise of Ludo Tournament Apps

Ludo, a game of strategy and chance, has been enjoyed by people of all ages for generations. Its simplicity and engaging gameplay make it a favourite pastime for families and friends alike. However, with the rise of smartphones and mobile gaming, Ludo has undergone a digital transformation, paving the way for Ludo tournament apps to emerge.

#ludo tournament app