#albus: no he actually said really nice things about you

[moonlightdancer26]

There's something very fascinating and horrifying about the werewolf 'prank.' Canon presents it as a very simple, not very prominent thing, but I think it was huge.

Like, even beyond what could have happened (mainly Severus getting seriously injured, killed, or infected and Remus being killed or imprisoned) there's a lot of really messed up stuff.

For starters, it's a huge betrayal on Sirius's part, that probably affected Remus deeply. Imagine thinking that your friends are like super cool with your lycanthropy and that they accept you and they even became animagi to be with you-then suddenly you wake up from a very painful transformation to find out that the person who has very valid reason to get you expelled, imprisoned, or killed knows your secret. Because of the best friend you trusted literally facilitating that.

And then after that, instead of actually trying to fix things and make sure Snape doesn't want to tell (Snape can tell, as shown in third year. Plus, a 'theory' that can ruin Remus's life if shared) Sirius and James just keep on bullying Snape in a truly atrocious way.

They just don't care beyond having fun. That's all Remus's condition is to them. Play. If they did care, they would have actually apologized to Snape and made his life much better bc that would have made Snape less likely to tell. Not bullying is the bare minimum, the Marauders also could have given him money and a safe place to live during the holidays.

I also think this damages Remus's relationship with his friends. He gets to know how they think of him, and he's afraid they'll do it again. Why wouldn't they? It's not like anything actually happened.

It also probably creates a huge change in Snape and Remus's relationship. I think this is why Remus is reasonably favorable to Snape, because he literally never told until Harry's third year. Remus also has reason to fear Snape, because Snape could just ruin Remus's life completely. I also think it's why Remus is so nice to everyone, because he fears upsetting someone so they hurt him. Someone (I think Ottogatto) proposed that Remus was once an active bully instead of an enabler until the prank, and I have to say I agree.

I really got to give some pro Snape vibes and say it's genuinely amazing (and speaks to Snape's incredible determination to do the right thing even if it hurts him) how he never told until third year when someone else but him was endangered. Snape had so many reasons to tell. He could've gotten more favor with the Slytherins, he could've gotten the Marauders to stop bullying, he could've gotten revenge. I wouldn't blame him if he had just snapped and then ensured himself a Marauders free Hogwarts.

(Though it would've been horrible for Remus since while he's a lousy person to Snape he's innocent in this regard and doesn't deserve to be murdered for Sirius's stupid actions.)

Serious respect for Snape here.

On another note, the prank also demonstrates that James and Sirius can do whatever they please. It's really horrible how Albus couldn't really do anything without revealing Remus's secret, but Albus still could've punished Sirius more, maybe made SIRIUS swear not to tell (maybe he did, I don't know).

And it's like...Snape's Worst Memory happened in plain sight, somewhere the teachers could see. James and Sirius knew they wouldn't get in trouble, even if they did it in front of EVERYONE. No one would do anything serious about something that could've resulted in murder, so bullying definitely isn't going to cause problems.

It's awful.

I’m legitimately about to cry because of how brilliant this is, I can’t even respond to what you’re saying because all I can say is how much I agree with you, anon. You’ve said it all perfectly.

#give it up for anon 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 #severus snape #remus lupin #anti sirius black #(?) #pro severus snape #anti snaters #pro snape #snape #harry potter #hp

[seb-reads31]

Request - My brain overflowing with thoughts of dream world

Tw's - Kerano twisting her ankle, screaming child, alcohol, Kerano being left on Faithful's doorstep

Genre - Fluff

Type - head canons

Comments - I was obsessed with this and need to share it cause why not 🤷 feel free to give your thoughts!!

Dream World

☁️ So, my understanding of the dream world is that Albus is an actual paladin, and isn't considered a good for nothing bastard, and he actually has a good relationship with Devlin

☁️ Now, we all know Faithful wasn't exactly supposed to be there, but let's just say that the dream world is another timeline/au for my sake

☁️ And in this world, Albus isn't a bastard, he had a loving mother, older brother, as well as a father

☁️ I'm going to guess that they (Albus and Devlin) had different mothers still

☁️ So, in this world, perhaps Devlin's birth mom passed away due to an illness not long after he was born or when he was very young, and later on Knight Paladin York met Albus' mother, henceforth having him

☁️ (None of that was important, I just want to touch on all of the things that aren't really explained for reasons yeah but I was curious and came up with my own explanation. Cause my brain is everywhere for this one y'all.)

☁️ Now, like it mentioned in the video, Albus was trained by Devlin, as well as part of Devlin's group. Albus definitely admires his big brother, cause who wouldn't??

☁️ And now, cue dream world Faithful 🥰

☁️ I mentioned this in my Albus or Devlin brain rot, but Faithful is a painter

☁️ A traveling painter✨

☁️ She travels around painting the pretty scenery she finds, and sells her portraits along the way

☁️ She has a home that she shares with her precious baby, Kerano <33

☁️ Kerano showed up on Faithful's doorstep one chilly night, swaddled in a blanket with a note that said "This is Kerano, her birthday is [her birthday], please take care of her kind stranger."

☁️ Faithful quickly brought her inside and warmed her up a nice bottle of milk

☁️ As you travelled, so did Kerano

☁️ You can't exactly let that chaotic little gremlin stay home alone, and all of Faithful's relatives lived very far from her

☁️ But the travels are filled with learning experiences!

☁️ How Faithful and Albus met are a bit similar to the video, except Kerano had sprained her ankle while running around as Faithful painted

☁️ She didn't see the root and fell to the ground, letting out a shriek of pain

☁️ Faithful drops her paint palette and brush as she ran towards Kerano, not realizing that there are heavy footsteps heading the same direction as her

☁️ Faithful is reaching for Kerano and is asking what happened and what's hurting when Albus shows up, frazzled and ready to pull his sword out on some bandits trying to rob someone

☁️ Faithful whips around and asks him who he is, slightly frazzled in the whole situation

☁️ Albus explains as gently as he can that he's a knight, and ran over to the scream assuming that there was a bandit

☁️ He briskly walked over to Kerano, looking her over and seeing her now swelling ankle

☁️ "Twist your ankle kid?" He didn't wait for a response as he turned to Faithful, asking her something

☁️ "I can bring her to my brother's tavern nearby, he has some beds where you and the kid here can rest."

☁️ Faithful was nervous, and slightly hesitant about accepting his offer, but did so because he was a knight, and the knights here were well known for their hospitality

☁️ "O-okay, but I need to grab my equipment first, I-I was painting when she fell and if I leave it alone someone is sure to steal it."

☁️ Faithful runs quickly, haphazardly putting her paints into their box, tossing the brush she was using into its bag with the knowledge she'd have to clean the entire thing later, and quickly folds her easel down while grabbing the small canvas, only half of the stream she thought was so endearing was finished

☁️ As she started walking back, she heard a familiar giggle, one that belonged to Kerano

☁️ When she saw Albus and Kerano, she was on his back as he told a story about a thief around here who did the same thing she did, but while he was escaping from a pickpocket from the wrong person

☁️ Albus saw that Faithful was coming back, and started to walk in the direction of his brothers tavern

☁️ The walk wasn't too long, and you got to learn a little about Albus along the way

☁️ By the time you three arrived, the sun was setting, the tavern having a few people start to walk inside the doors

☁️ Albus walked up to the bar and spoke to a dirty blonde, who you assumed was the "Devlin" he spoke of during your walk

☁️ And that's how you, Albus, and Devlin met

☁️ Kerano is Devlin's pride and joy, even though she eggs Albus onto drink more than he should when he's supposed to be on patrol, she's a sweetheart

☁️ Albus is showing Kerano how to fight with swords in his free time

☁️ Why you might ask? Cause he can't resist her puppy eyes 🥺

☁️ So now, a good chunk of the time Kerano is training with Albus behind the tavern with some wooden swords that all knights start out with

☁️ After some talking between Faithful and Devlin, he learns that she's an artist and commissions her to do something with the walls

☁️ They're kinda.. bleak

☁️ There needs to be more color, more personality, more life in the building

☁️ Sometimes, when Albus is feeling a bit extra, he'll ask Faithful to paint some portraits for him in very, what's the word, extraordinary poses, convincing himself that he can hold it for as long as you need him to

☁️ Only for him to regret it within the first 20 minutes

☁️ Kerano and Devlin are making bets on how long Albus will stay still for before he decided he can't do it anymore

☁️ Whether you, as Faithful, choose Albus or Devlin is a sweet ending

☁️ They both love you and Kerano, she's a joy to have around!

☁️ However, they do have questions

☁️ Like, did she have a spouse that produced the child, did she get a sperm donation, or did Faithful steal her?? (Thank you Albus for the last two.)

☁️ And when Faithful explains they're surprised someone did that, but also understand that they had their reasonings and are happy she could give Kerano a good life and childhood

Notes - I'll probably add more onto this later on. If there's anything wrong in here or something doesn't make sense please let me know! 😓 I'm a tad bit tired as I'm writing this and it might not make sense to y'all.

#head canon #reader insert #asmr video #gba #gba bastard warrior #good boy audios #albus york #gba albus #gba devlin #gba kerano #gba faithful #dream world bastard warrior #dream world bw

[soup-of-the-daisies]

Really loved your headcanon about why Harry didn’t name any of his children after Remus. I’d never thought of it that way before! In that post, you said you have thoughts on why Harry decided to name his child after Dumbledore and Snape, and you’ve piqued my interest! Any possibility of you sharing that headcanon?

Hello anon!!! I’m glad you enjoyed the post (this one, for anyone interested. There's quite a few good additions in the notices as well)! I’ve got so many opinions and it’s really nice to see that people agree with them!

About the headcanon on Albus Severus: I was actually writing a draft for the HC as to why Harry and Ginny named kiddo no. 2 after Dumbles and Snape, so you’ve come in at a good time! It’s gotten long (2k kind of long), so I’ve divided it into parts within the post and added a ‘read more’. There's also a TL;DR at the very bottom. Feel free to add to it or disagree with me, if you want! It's only my headcanon :)

To start           

When I was eleven years old I finished my first proper read-through of the Harry Potter series. At the time, I obviously didn’t have a very good understanding of things like nuance and subtext and trauma and—well, you know what I mean. And I found it a cute name, actually. Obviously not as cute as ‘James Sirius’ or ‘Lily Luna’, as I’ve always been a Marauders fan (massive crush on Sirius starting the moment Mass Murderer is mentioned in PoA, anyone?), but still cute—until it wasn’t, which is when I started to find it a tad absurd. 

Listen, I really, really like the thought behind naming your children after people who’ve been significant in your or the other parent’s life. It’s part of the reason why I like ‘James Sirius’ and ‘Lily Luna’ so much: both kids are named after parental figures (and in LL’s case, also a good friend) and it’s really sweet that both Harry and Ginny (because you bet your arse Ginny was fully present in that decision-making process) decided to honour Lily, James, Sirius, and Luna that way. I myself am named after both my grandmothers and now that they’ve both passed, it’s a nice connection to them.

But the name ‘Albus Severus’ – and this is purely my interpretation, mind – has very different vibes compared to ‘James Sirius’ and ‘Lily Luna’. Albus is named after two professors; when I read the Epilogue™ for the first time, the name simply felt out of place in the family. Teachers, no matter how much you like them, ought to be distant supporters—especially compared to parents and friends. Additionally, the last scene with Dumbledore (in spirit) is him being… kind of frustrating; the last scene with Snape is him admitting posthumously that he protected Harry only out of obligation and guilt. Neither Dumbledore nor Snape died for Harry specifically, like James, Lily, and Sirius did: Dumbledore and Snape died so Harry could and would as well.

Some context

Albus Severus Potter is born eight years after the Battle of Hogwarts, when Harry is 25/26 and Ginny is 24/25. That means that, less than a decade before AS was born, Harry learnt from both Snape and Dumbledore that he had to die to get rid of the guy who tried to kill him for years—that he was raised and subtly manipulated into ‘voluntarily’ becoming a martyr ever since he was orphaned—

(I’m putting 'voluntarily' in quotation marks because Harry kind of had no other choice: either he runs and Voldemort is basically immortal for another century or so, or he sacrifices himself—and Harry is righteous and selfless and honestly rather suicidal so he’ll obviously choose the latter option. Harry couldn’t make any other choices, not with his saving-people-thing and his guilt complex the size of the African Continent)

—which… okay. Reading it now, as an adult who now is able to see fully that Harry was seventeen (a child!!) when he allowed himself to be killed, the entire thing pisses me off.

Dumbledore subtly talked Harry into becoming a martyr, because what’s one innocent life lost in the grand scheme of things? Harry needed to die in order to defeat Voldemort, so that hundreds, if not thousands, of others could be saved from that fate. I still tear up sometimes at the image that emerges after Snape’s memories have been viewed, when Harry’s lying on the floor in the Headmaster’s office and finally knows that there was never an expectation he’d come out of the war alive.

Dumbledore isn’t the kind, empathetic, caring grandfather of the story—he’s the general on the other side of the chessboard, looking at bigger things and forcefully ignoring that Harry’s worth extends beyond his prophesied fate. And Harry knows it, at that point the DH: even if Dumbledore did care for him, it wasn’t enough to try and find another way.

Then about Snape. Though he isn’t wholly complicit in the ‘Harry shall need and be willing to die’-plot (as shown by his anger at finding out about it, because like, same, Sev… sort of), he was the one who inadvertently set the prophecy into motion. Sure, Voldemort needed to take action for it to come true, but Snape’s the one who told him: he didn’t care that that a family would be eradicated until he realised it involved Lily, at which point he panicked and begged for her safety (but not the safety of James and Harry). Cue disgusted Dumbledore (same, Al) but an agreement, as long as Snape becomes a spy. Both Harry and the reader figure out that Snape antagonised Harry mainly because Harry looks nearly identical to James and Snape had difficulty seeing Harry as his own person—and when he realised Harry’s situation at home was much more similar to his own than to James’, he didn’t back down.

In the books, Snape is an adult man who irrationally despised a child, knows it’s irrational, and does very little to change it. He wouldn’t have cared if Harry and James died, as long as Lily didn’t; it’s only his desperation for Lily to live that initially causes him to join the Order, and later it’s his grief and guilt about her death that makes him protect Harry.

Getting into the nitty-gritty

Putting all that I’ve said above together makes the decision to name Harry and Ginny’s second kid after both Dumbledore and Snape seem completely illogical—especially because it’s information Harry’s been made aware of. They’ve done surprisingly little for Harry’s personal well-being as characters who are claimed to have done ‘everything to protect Harry’—not only physical, like the infamous ducking for frying pans at the Dursleys’, but also mental, as in Harry doesn’t truly believe that he deserves to live. I’d argue that McGonagall, who has also done very little for Harry, cared more about that.

Dumbledore kept Harry alive to die at the right moment, by Voldemort’s hand and curse; Snape protected Harry because he felt obliged to after becoming accidentally complicit in murder, developing a guilt-complex, and then following Dumbledore’s orders. Somehow, Harey, Ginny, and JKR decided that naming the second born after these two men was a good idea. 

Potential outside reasoning

Despite me finding the theory that Harry and Ginny decided on ‘Albus Severus’ to lure an outraged Sirius out of the Veil absolutely hilarious, I don’t believe JKR would’ve even considered that as an option. No, purely from a classic literary analysis standpoint, it is far more likely JKR just wished to highlight that Dumbledore and Snape actually were Incredibly Great Men who Harry hero-worships slightly and admires greatly—despite Dumbles’ fall from grace and because of Snape’s redemption (He Loved Lily So Much You Guys). 

Now, I shan’t share my entire opinion on how I think Snape’s redemption has been executed (it isn’t up to Zuko-standard, I assure you), but I will say that I don’t consider it ‘enough’ for Harry in particular. I like Snape as an explicitly morally-grey character, and I personally think that his redemption did a decent job at establishing him as one of the good guys instead of the meanie double spy/humanoid bat hybrid who enjoys snogging Voldie’s snakey toes.  

Snape being on the ‘good’ side shouldn’t mean that Harry has to like him or even fully respect him. However, naming his kid after Snape implies that Harry has forgiven Snape for making Hogwarts a little bit more miserable than it should’ve been, for selling him and his parents out, for getting Lupin fired, for encouraging the continued manhunt of Sirius, for the absolutely absurd occlumency training during an already terrible time, for actively participating in the incredibly fucked up situation of “Harry witnessing the poisoned and exhausted Headmaster he just saved from a horde of magical water zombies get murdered and thrown of one of the highest towers of the castle, whilst he’s frozen and can’t do anything”… yeah. 

Similarly, Dumbledore and his manipulations and machinations have to be such a fucking blow as soon as Harry’s out of that fight-or-flight adrenaline boost. Someone Harry trusted and could’ve seen as family used him as a pawn in his game against Voldemort, and though Harry does continue to have some kind of respect for Dumbledore’s genius, the nineteen year skip towards the epilogue makes it so that we don’t see the resulting anger and devastation that Harry must’ve experienced as soon as he had a one (1) decent night of sleep. From my perspective (as someone with a Literature degree), naming the second child after Dumbledore and Snape is nothing more than an attempt by JKR at making a point: there’s good and bad in everyone including wizard-Jesus and wizard-Judas, Slytherin isn’t as horrible as I made out to be dear money-makers I swear, and forgiveness is key.

Obviously this shoddy job means that a whole bunch of people ignore the epilogue (and the absolute disaster that is Cursed Child) with a vehemence, which is a shame from a Potterverse standpoint. Comfy DADA Professor Harry (I refuse to acknowledge his Head Auror position; that’s CC info, anyway) who is also a Fun Dad is one of my favourite tropes. 

Potential in-universe logic

We continue on to Harry-and-Ginny logic—or I, at least, take a shot at it. 

To get one of the bigger criticisms out of the way first – it being the names of all three children – I’ll state that I genuinely believe Ginny had an active role in choosing what to name the children she’s carrying. Harry, for all his faults, isn’t a selfish person; Ginny, for the faults she has as a slightly underdeveloped female character, is quite an understanding one. It makes sense to me that she agreed with naming their children after James, Sirius, and Lily: the only family member Ginny lost was Fred, and George will obviously have first dibs on that name. Harry, however, has no biological family left, and his parents and godfather were ripped from him far too soon. I daresay that Ginny suggested the names, actually, because Ginny is like that and because I don’t see a future where Harry demanded to name the children after his parents. Ginny wouldn’t allow Harry to bulldoze over her like that. 

But Albus Severus: the conundrum. The reasons I’ll propose are that the Wizarding World is unbelievably terrible about mental health, and that both Harry and Ginny are rather traumatised. 

Say what you will about Dumbledore (and I will say loads), but his was the hand Harry metaphorically held as he walked to his death. His assurance was what kept Harry going, for better or for worse. Harry owes Dumbledore his survival. And say what you will about Snape, but he gave his life to go against Voldemort and help Harry succeed; despite the suspicions, despite the hatred and distrust from nearly everybody around him, Snape didn’t stray from that path as far as we know. 

They’re actually two of the few adults of authority who Harry was able to trust to do the right thing in the end: rare, considering Harry’s tendency to side-eye every authority automatically because they disappoint him so much. Harry is someone with zero self-esteem, someone who has difficulty accepting gifts, someone who stares at every crumb of kindness he’s offered in amazement. This is an effect of the upbringing forced upon him, to be sure, but in a world without therapy, experienced by a boy/man who usually suppresses every emotion he feels, because he thinks he doesn’t deserve to or simply shouldn’t feel them? They’re very, very admirable. 

I think that Harry in canon refuses to acknowledge what was done to him. He doesn’t want to know nor even consider that he was no more than a pawn, because what use does he have then, as a person? And Ginny—it’s likely she, too, likes to live in ignorance, because she’s got her own demons to fight. As long as Harry’s happy, she is, too: all she believes is that Dumbledore and Snape kept Harry alive. 

Harry and Ginny name their firstborn after Harry’s two dads, who died for him. They name their third after Harry’s mum, who died for him, and their mutual friend, who was willing to die for them both. 

They name their second born after the men who died for Harry to finish the job he was groomed to do. I’m sure they like to pretend that that last bit was only a happy little coincidence. 

TL;DR: Harry and Ginny named Albus Severus ‘Albus Severus’ because JKR wanted to ensure that people knew that Dumbledore and Snape were Really Good Guys and that Harry thought so; and, in-universe, because the Wizarding World has no therapy and Harry doesn’t want to acknowledge how fucked up his life was with Dumbledore’s help—only that Voldemort was at fault.

#albus severus potter #harry potter #severus snape #albus dumbledore #ginny weasley #ask #anon #hp headcanon #hp meta #hp critical #jkr critical #regarding her writing this time

[padfootastic]

I feel like I'm gonna combust.

James dies in fifth year.

What do his parents do? His father works in the DMLE and I have no idea if his mother has a job (can you tell me?). What is their course of action?

Are they going to sue the school for the loss of James or Snape personally? I feel like they have a pretty solid argument for sacking (punishing) dumbledore or sending Snape to Azkaban.

And I that which ever they choose, the would get easily.

Or do they have a big enough heart to forgive Snape, and Dumbledore? Ik Albus hasn't done much wrong, but if a dark curse has been made and used (killing a pureblood- even if it is a blood traitor), dumbledore will be blamed, or could be, right? And they (Potters) would have enough money and power to get their compensation, in whichever way they take it, wouldn't they?

I wonder about Sirius too, but I these are some, that, as far as I know, haven't been asked and it's intresting side for me. Like we know Sirius and lots quality from head to toe but all we know about his parents are that the are old, rich and loving. And that they have a big heart.

hello hello hello! can i just say,,,i love ur questions bc literally the same things go thru my mind lol it’s why i spend so long on worldbuilding (often the unnecessary kind too lol)

let’s take this one by one:

1. i…don’t know of flea was in the DMLE actually? 🤔 wasn’t he a potioneer? and no, i don’t think we have anything for effie but idk why, i like to think she’s a socialite with like. an enchanting business on the side? (v random ik lol but it’s fun) i’m also gonna plead the fifth on this one since i…might include it in the fic and i’ve got a few options i wanna go with there (depending on how i do the macro characterisation for the —are they ruthless, forgiving, more upset than angry etc etc)

2. definitely think they’ll take action against the school, tho, regardless of however they choose to deal w snape personally! they’re def the type to hold authorities responsible for their actions (and lack of) and i do think they’ll push for some outcome pretty hard. idk about getting dumbledore sacked bc,,,if he’s the only one who can keep the school safe during voldy’s rise… not sure that’ll happen.

3. i do err on the side of wealthy potters so i think they’ll have enough money for whichever route they take. i tend to think of them as like…new money types who’ve earned through inventing and travelling? so they earn a lot, and spend on fun things, and it’s a constant cycle. but they don’t have the kind of…historical prestige that the ‘old families’ do tho they enjoy a nice enough reputation.

i haven’t said a lot here, but i do think that a part of them will be diverted towards taking care of sirius as well, because i firmly believe they considered him a second son and they can see how much it’s affecting them and fhey’re the only other ones who get it, right, how devastating the loss of james potter can be. that being said, i find it very, very possible that they’ might ‘die of a broken heart’ and i don’t say that all that lightly. from what we get: james is a surprise child after years of trying to elderly parents. he enjoys a level of pampering and spoiling and unconditional adoration that’s far above the normal avg amount a child gets, imo, and i think after he was born, his parents poured everything of themselves into him. james was effie and flea’s entire world, and they never hesitated in showing it. i totally see them as the kind of overprotective, almost helicopter, parents who panic when their child gets even a scratch on their body—so for him to die? for them to bury their child they wished for so strongly and celebrated as much as they were able to? it’s the definition of heartbreaking. it’s so, so painful, and neither of them would be able to get out of the bed for days or even keep so much as a piece of toast down or do anything, really, for a while.

when they find out the news, effie lets out the most gut wrenching, grief-filled scream, falling to her knees. flea tries to hold onto her but he’s even weaker and both of them just. sink to the ground over their baby boy’s body. not one person had a dry eye around them. no one has seen such a level of shame on dumbledore or mcgonagall’s face before. it might be the first time snape realises the *magnitude* of his actions.

#james potter #prefacing this with: i have no idea about any info outside hp books #(or a lot within it either lol) #i don’t read potter more or the other articles or interviews #and i don’t care to atp #so whenever i don’t have canon material i’m just filling my own blanks in #when it comes to effie & flea- i’m much more interested in their grieving and emotional response than how they avenge/revenge #that part i wanna explore for sirius #but with james’ parents. they loved him SO MUCH #and losing a child is one of the most painful things ever #esp if it’s ur only child #esp if they’d already gotten sick by then #and dammit i did not have this in my notes but now i really wanna write a little oneshot talking about this #will someone grant me their angst writing skills for a while #just a lil drabble and then i’ll give it back promise #i’ve made my own heart hurt talking about effie and flea’s lol #pen’s asks #pen’s notes #and he was their entire purpose of living

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Headcanon:

When his brother was born, it was Theseus who decided that “Newton” was too toplofty a name for such a shy, quiet child. He started calling him “Newt” and somehow this nickname stuck with him when they grew older and Newton didn’t shed this certain awkwardness he had already possessed as a child.

Some things changed, though. It has been a long time since Newt referred to his brother as “Thes”.

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Newt and Tina travelling together

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Theseus: I'm so worried about Newt.

Tina: Why? Everything is fine!

Theseus: But he might be up to something stupid!

Jacob: ... oh, there you are! Hey, what's wrong? You two look devastated.

Tina: ... we are very worried about Newt.

134 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

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Newt, after his return from WW1, talking to his mother: ... and Sylvia has the most beautiful eyes, you should see them, they are sparkeling like diamonds! And she's such a nice girl, actually the friendliest of all of them, and I think she was always happy to see me ...

Theseus, who has overheard that, smirking: Sounds like you should ask her out for dinner, Newt.

Newt: I don't think that would be a great idea.

Theseus: C'mon, don't be shy, you obviously like her a lot and it's time you get yourself a girlfriend!

Newt: ... Sylvia is literally a Ukranian Ironbelly.

Theseus: Please forget everything I just said. Don't take her out for dinner.

Newt: You know, the longer I think about it, the more I like the idea ...

Theseus: The more I think about it, the more I hate it, actually.

Newt: Well, that has never stopped me.

Theseus: Newt, NO. Besides everything else, you are going to lose your job.

Newt: ... this idea is getting better and better. Do you think -

Theseus: NO!!

Newt: ... do you think there's enough room for a small dragon in the Ministry's cafeteria? - Hey, where are you going?

Theseus: Calling a lawyer. And a healer.

Newt: I don't think somebody will get hurt.

Theseus: A mind healer.

190 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Just watched SoD, it's almost 4 am and I am happy and overwhelmed. Here are just some first impressions in the order that come to my mind, so massive spoilers below the cut!!

Newt is the sweetest and kindest human being this world has ever known.

Jacob too!

I seriously thought for a few seconds Jacob would become Supreme Mugwump. XD (It would have been really epic though.)

Basically everything Jacob said was hilarious, I just love him so much!!!

Mads Mikkelsen just was so so so so so good! Of course Grindelwald had much more screen time than in the previous films so it was easier, but still he managed to bring a depth and some kind of ... likeability to Grindelwald's character. I liked that very much.

I also appreciate how clear they made that Dumbledore was in love with Grindelwald (Although this can't be called a secret, really. :D)

Albus had no secrets left, it was really about Aberforth?!?! Whew, I mean, I thought it could be coming, but still ...

Also: What's wrong with the Dumbledores? Ariana is an Obscurus, Aberforth's son is an Obscurus ... And how did both brothers manage to make such grave mistakes in only one summer?

I don't feel like after everything that happened in SoD, Aberforth has the right to still be so angry and cold against Albus (as shown in HP).

Newt was really lucky he wasn't killed in his first scene. :0

In general I was surprised by the really lighthearted tone of the film - even in the more dramatic scenes I was never really afraid someone would die.

THIS FILM HAD WIZARDS ON ROOFTOPS, I AM HAPPY.

Newt was so happy and excited so many times, so I am very happy and excited now!!! How cute was it when he met Lally and they were basically both fangirling about each other???

Newt saying "She is" when talking about Tina, omg!!! And them finally meeting again!!! (Damn Lally, bad timing!!!!)

I'm not really content with the explanation they gave for Tina's absence, though. I mean, Theseus is head auror too, and he seems to be able to go and do where/what he wishes.

Can we talk about the wide grin on Theseus face when he witnessed just how much in love Newt was in the end?? Maybe that's even my favourite moment! Him just being so happy for Newt and looking out for him and EVERYONE BEING HAPPY FOR A CHANGE!!!

Ok, maybe my favourite scene was Jacob being happy and closing his eyes so he won't see Queenie before the wedding ceremony and he's GETTING MARRIED TO QUEENIE AAAAHHHHH!!! I must say I had lost hope for the two of them!

Will Newt and Tina kiss offscreen now?!?!?

Dumbledore, whyyyy didn't you go into the bakery? Isn't it actually a bit impolite to just wait around in the street and walk away??

Newt practising his speech as best man *-* I love it how clumsy he was during every situation he was in a kind of leading position.

How did Aberforth and Credence establish the mirror connection???

I'm a bit confused and so, so tired.

How did Aberforth even find out Credence was his son??

Maybe Credence doesn't have to die. We know that Newt can separate an Obscurus from its host, so maybe he can save him?

Wtf they did break the blood pact by ACCIDENT???? NOOOO, I'm not happy with that!!! That's to ... easy and random.

Just for the record, snow is not the usual weather in Berlin (but then there always seems to be snow everywhere in the FB films XD). I rather liked wizarding Germany btw. The architecture and the little details like the signs and the stamps (a cliché that always works because it's funny and also still true I'm afraid).

The scene with Theseus and Newt in prison was a bit random but super funny, so I'll allow it. XD But I'm still disturbed that they just stunned Theseus and dragged him away and everyone was like ... it's alright, we can look for him later. (It's also not very healthy to hang upside down, but Thesues can manage it ... because. Because he's epic and very handsome and I like him very much.)

The brothers finally, finally bonding!!! Not talking, though. But who needs to talk anyway.

Bunty was great! I'm happy that she was not helpless in her love. She's still in love with Newt and he has no clue and she knows it's in vain, but she's not jealous or bitter but makes a deliberate decision to help. She definitely deserves more credit.

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Nice, very creative! I loved your next generation hc although isn't it a bit odd that both James and Albus are taller than Harry considering that Harry is tall-ish but not very tall in canon and Ginny is super short and small like a Prewett. Lmao I mean I don't really understand biology much but I feel like J and A would have to be suuper lucky to end up with those genes . Yeah but anyway I REALLY loved Auror Lily and Pediatric healer Teddy 🥰❣️

[for who hasn't read it, this question references this post]

I have a million old asks to answer but God, I'm fangirling over this question. I've never thought I'd actually have the opportunity to talk about biology of all things in an HP-centric blog!

To avoid sounding obnoxious I won't get into details but I am a biology nerd.

Ok, now I'm going to answer. I'm going to try to stay away from excessive technicalities. Before we start, I'm sorry but I refuse to use the imperial system, the metric system is the only acceptable thing.

Statistically, a good way to determine height is to take the parents' heights, find the middle and then add 13 cm if it's a guy, or take them away if it's a girl. And I imagine Harry and Ginny having a height difference that is somewhere between 20 and 25 cm. This would bring James and Albus around Harry's height, but it's a statistic, so it's done with the assumption that the parents have a height that can be considered average in their families.

Now, Ginny is short, sure, but all her brothers are very tall, so the possibility of Ginny having recessive "tall genes" is very high. Stupid example: my father and his brother are a lot taller than the other men in their family, they just took after one great-grandfather that was really really tall and their cousins didn't. My grandfather wasn't that tall either but he clearly had that recessive gene that he passed on to his sons (in my grandma's family they aren't tall either). My brother is even taller and I can assure you that my mum is not tall. Now imagine that you are the only short one of seven children, the possibility of carrying "tall genes" is super high.

Another thing to take into consideration is that while height is determined at 80% by genetic factors, there's still a solid 20% of free game. This is why people keep getting taller than the previous generations even in a society where height is not as relevant as it was when you had to daily fight for your life. There are environmental and nutritional factors to consider. So boys are usually slightly taller than their fathers and that would be especially true with the Potter boys considering that Harry spent ten years of his childhood (the more impactful time in terms of external influences on the body) suffering malnutrition. That Harry still managed to become objectively tall means that he probably had some serious tall genes in him.

This said, I just wanted James and Albus to be tall. If we need to find a lucky one with the genetic pool is actually Teddy. I know that no one remembers this, but at the end of the books, Harry is taller than Remus.

Also, I'm so happy that you liked pediatric healer Teddy and especially auror Lily! Lily was always an Auror in my head! Just like Ginny for the Weasleys, Lily is the first girl born in the Potter family for several generations it seems, she needs to be a badass with a cool job! Making her a Quidditch player like Ginny was too obvious. And having Harry's little girl doing his dangerous job is definitely the universal payback against Harry for all the heart attacks he gives to the people that love him over the years.

As for Teddy, he's a softie. He needs to have an adorable job but he's also Head Boy, so you know he was good at school and he would be interested in healing because of Remus. A pediatric healer seemed the perfect compromise. I've also always been fascinated by the whole idea of children being bitten and becoming werewolves at such a young age, like how do you deal with that? So I thought it would be something cool and personally important for Teddy to explore in his career.

#james sirius potter #albus severus potter #harry potter #hinny #ginny weasley #teddy lupin #lily luna potter

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CHAPTER 3 – A MATTER OF CHANCE

PARIS, 1916

Albus Dumbledore was walking down a street in central Paris. The city was familiar to him since the time he started working under the guidance of Nicolas Flamel, shortly after Ariana’s death. Studying by Flamel’s side back then had been of enormous help to put off what he was feeling at the time, and the man’s wisdom served him a great deal more beyond learning new forms of magic and alchemy.

Now, Albus was visiting his friend and mentor once again, as he had become interested in the properties of dragon blood, and had a lot to discuss with Flamel about some novel possible uses for it. During his stay in Paris this time around, Albus didn’t have much time left for anything as most of his days were spent indoors at Flamel’s lab. However, that day was an unusual one, and it was about to become even more so. He had left Flamel’s lab early and decided to get some fresh air by walking around the city. It was quite different from what he was accustomed to back in Godric’s Hollow, with modern architecture, and groups of people constantly walking around, the streets felt as if they were alive.

The late afternoon sun was slowly fading away as Albus headed out of a muggle candy store in the heart of Paris. On his way out, Albus saw his own ocean-blue eyes looking at his own reflection in the glass door, a face framed by a growing beard and a casual look, chewing some sweets while carrying a paper bag full of them in hand. It was when he opened the door that he saw Gellert Grindelwald, standing across the street looking at him, with a soft smile outlined on his lips.

His appearance had changed since the time they last saw each other the day Ariana died, and as if possible, Gellert was even more handsome. His hair had darkened, there was a silvery-white lock hanging perfectly on his forehead, his face was rougher, and some expression lines started to show around his piercing and unmistakable mismatched eyes. He stood still for a moment, the shadows of the building behind him merging with his dark grey coat. The sight of such a man caused Albus’ breath to falter.

Not a moment passed of his stupor and Gellert was crossing the street, walking up to him.

“Hello, Albus.”

“Hi Gellert,” he replied, uncertain.

“I gather you are enjoying your time in Paris?” the man asked with a curious tone as he looked at Albus’ paper bag stuffed with candy.

“I am…” Albus replied, following Gellert’s eyes to the goodies he had just bought. “Anyway… it was nice seeing you.”

Albus quickly turned his back to Gellert and started walking away in the opposite direction, holding his breath so as not to speak another word.

“Wait, Albus! ALBUS!" Gellert called him, but he didn’t stop walking.

Albus turned right at the first street corner, entering a deserted alleyway, just managing to escape his urge to look back.

“That was really rude of you Albus,” Gellert said as he apparated in front of him with a soft click.

“Gellert!” he startled.

“Yes?” Gellert replied with a soft tone, leaving room for Albus to continue talking.

“Why you- What are you doing here?” he asked, already knowing the answer he’d get.

“Well, as of right now I’m trying to talk to someone…” Gellert tilted his head, worried, trying to find Albus’ eyes when the latter looked away from him. “But it turns out he’s running away from me.”

“What do you want then? We don’t have anything to talk about,” Albus replied turning to look back at Gellert, hoping he had sounded more confident than he actually was.

“Oh, no? I could think of a thing or two,”  Gellert continued after a short pause as Albus was just about to walk away again.

They hadn’t seen each other in seventeen years, and yet, Albus didn’t feel comfortable meeting him again. Gellert on the other hand was persistent.

“I apologize, Albus…” he said, voice catching in his throat, and Albus once again turned his face away from him. “Can’t you even look at me?”

Albus didn’t respond, nor did he look back at Gellert.

“Albus… I don’t want us to stay like this… I felt like you no longer wanted me by your side back then… And when I didn't get a reply after I-… I’m here now, Albus!” Gellert tried to gather his thoughts at their sudden encounter, his hands instinctively closing in on Albus’ arms, gently, as if holding him in place so he wouldn’t just disappear in thin air. “Please… Al- Just look at me…”

Albus felt a shiver run through his whole body as Gellert touched him. His mind wandered back to all of the pleading and loving words in a letter Gellert wrote him, ten years from the exact date they met, one that Albus still kept but never replied to, always feeling too guilty to do it. He couldn’t help himself but look at the man in front of him, only to find desperate mismatched eyes staring back into his own.

“There’s no us, Gellert,” Albus felt the pain of his own words as they came out of him. “It was a mistake, I was young, I should’ve known better…”

“What?” Gellert gasped, stupefied.

“That’s all there is to it,” he continued, “now, please if you will excuse me I have some things that I need to get back to…”

“So… It all meant nothing to you? Is that what you are saying? Our plans? Us?” Gellert put his hand inside his shirt collar, pulling out a metal chain in which their blood troth was hanging, “THIS? It meant nothing to you Albus?” he finished with anger in his voice.

As Albus looked at Gellert standing before him while holding their troth in his face, he felt like all the walls he had built during the last seventeen years to shield himself from his own feelings had shattered at once. Albus couldn’t lie to him.

“That’s not what I meant,” was the best he managed to say without exposing himself too much to the man in front of him, and trying hard to shut his feelings out, Albus continued. “And you ought to know that I don’t share the same opinion as you anymore, so please do not include me in your plans.”

“My plans?” he looked bewildered, “Albus, it was you who said we could reshape the world!”

“I was a fool… And so were you, Gellert.”

There it was, Albus knew they would come to this discussion the moment he saw Gellert standing across the street, yet he hadn’t managed to avoid it.

“You are not being serious now, are you? Albus, I know you. You were never a fool!” Gellert insisted, subtly shaking his head.

“No, Gellert, you don’t know me. You didn’t care enough to it, if I only had seen it…” Albus uttered the words knowing they would hurt the man, maybe more than they hurt himself. “You never cared about anything else other than your plan, and I was just another tool you used to get what you wanted. Then, when you didn’t get it, you discarded me.”

“YOU!” Gellert shouted, seeming like he was trying to make some sense of the absurd he had just heard, a mixed expression of anger and disbelief imprinted on his face.

Albus was done talking to him, and so he turned his back to Gellert for the second time that day. This time, however, he wasn’t able to walk away as a pair of strong hands rushed to grab his shoulders and turned him back, spinning Albus in place so he'd look directly at Gellert. Facing the fiery-glowing mismatched eyes, Albus felt like Gellert would kill him in that instant.

He was pulled with great force. Their bodies collided. Albus could feel the blood troth hanging from the chain around Gellert’s neck pressing against his own chest as Gellert kissed him. Intense. Desperate. A rush of heat came over him, his brain felt like it was floating and he wasn’t able to think anymore. They couldn’t let go of each other, not even to breathe, and so their lips didn’t part when Albus’ candy-filled paper bag dropped to the floor as he threw his arms around Gellert. A moment passed and the two men didn’t seem to move. Still locked together in their embrace as if they were frozen in time, they disapparated. The memory dissolves.

***

The room was a small one, there were only a bed and a wooden desk on opposite sides of each other. The last rays of fading sunlight invaded the space through an open window, projecting a golden glow at the two men lying next to each other. Their clothes rested on the floor, scattered, and through the reflection of a well-placed mirror above the desk opposite to them, Albus saw his own ocean-blue eyes looking back at himself, and then moving to the mismatched ones that were now closer to him than they ever had been in years.

Their embrace was intimate, the room was silent, and almost an hour had passed where one could only hear their breathing. It was Gellert who spoke first.

“It suits you, Albus,” he said, slowly running his fingers through Albus’ beard.

Albus couldn’t help but show a subtle smile, now staring at the ceiling above them. He didn’t respond.

As Gellert continued exploring Albus’ face with his fingers, he looked around, seemingly noticing where he was for the first time since they apparated into the room.

“It definitely suits you…” continued Gellert “…unlike this room.”

“Huh? What’s wrong with it?” he contested, turning to look back at Gellert.

“Oh, nothing is wrong with it,” the other replied with an amused tone, “I just picture you in a more fashionable place, that’s all.”

“Well, I don’t know what you mean by that…” he insisted, knowing exactly what Gellert meant. “Besides, I’m only staying for a few weeks anyway.”

“Oh, and why is that?” Gellert asked with a small frown, “I thought you were enjoying your time around here. Paris definitely suits you!”

“Oh, and why is that?” Albus teased, mimicking Gellert's tone.

“Because it’s charming of course!” he replied looking directly at Albus with a wide smile that made his whole face light up.

Albus’ eyes widened for an instant. Gellert just said that he was charming to his face. Shy, Albus turned his look away from him. A moment passed as the two of them were left in silence once more.

“So, why are you in Paris anyway?” Albus vaguely asked the man beside him, who now rested his head against his own, looking up just like he was.

“I asked you first Albus…” Gellert smiled.

“Fine… I’m visiting a friend.” he acknowledged.

“A friend…?” Gellert implied.

For a second Albus imagined he heard a hint of jealousy in the other’s tone.

“Flamel,” he replied.

“I see…” Gellert continued in a lighter tone, “I should’ve figured.”

“What?” Albus turned his head to the side so he could look at Gellert.

“I always imagined that when you would grow old you would become someone like him,” he said with a smile, “I don’t know why, I just have this picture of you in my mind.”

“You imagine me growing old?” he asked, not managing to hide his tone of surprise.

“Well, sometimes…” Gellert said turning his glance back at Albus.

Albus didn’t know quite how to respond to that, so he turned back to their previous point.

“So why are you in Paris then?” he tried for the second time.

“Ah, I was looking forward to meeting some new acquaintances around here,” Gellert told him, his eyes drifting to the ceiling.

As Albus understood that Gellert had really meant followers by saying acquaintances, his feelings of guilt emerged, ready to overcome him once more.

Silence.

“You are staying then?” Albus was the one to talk.

“Maybe…” Gellert pondered, obviously sensing the change in Albus’ tone, “I’m not sure yet.”

“This isn’t right Gellert…” he started, fully knowing that he wouldn’t finish his point.

“Don’t,” Gellert sharply interrupted him.

“I mean it,” he insisted, “just listen to me for a second!”

“I’ve listened to you well enough just before,” Gellert said turning back to him, “maybe you are the one who should listen to yourself, Albus.”

Albus didn’t respond. He already knew what would come next.

“I always cared for you, Albus. I still do, but there is nothing you can do to stop me. I will carry on with our plans with or without you by my side.”

Once again, silence.

“This was a mistake…” Albus pondered on a serious note, closing his eyes shut unable to bear the look he knew would be on the face of the man beside him as he heard such words.

After a momentary pause, Albus felt the mattress moving beside him. He opened his eyes to find Gellert standing up, dressing himself with his back turned to Albus, facing the opposite side of the bedroom. As Gellert adjusted the collar of his shirt, Albus noticed the silver chain of the blood troth around Gellert’s neck, and how his fingers stopped for a moment when he touched it. Albus' breath faltered as he realized that while he treated their blood troth like a secret, the man before him treated it like an oath.

After a moment, Gellert took a last glance at Albus through the reflection in the mirror.

“I hate Paris,” he whispered with a grudge and disapparated. Albus was left alone looking at his own reflection. The memory dissolves.

***

PRESENT DAY–HOGWARTS, 1996

As Albus emerged from the Pensieve in the headmaster’s office it had already darkened outside, his silver pocket watch indicating it was almost time for him to get down to the Great Hall for this year’s reception feast. His thoughts were left afloat while he collected the second memory out of the Pensieve back into its vial. It was a matter of chance the two of them had met that day in Paris, one that shaped the events that would happen in the following years. It all would’ve been different otherwise, if only they hadn’t met on that afternoon outside a muggle candy shop. Maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so much then…

***

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1. Melody Riddle and the Sorcerer's Stone Ch.2 Leaving Home Forever

“A precious find?” I asked dubiously. “What is that even supposed to mean? And why would mom have you take me out of school right now?”

“I can answer everything right now… or I can take you home, and your mother can answer any questions you have.”

I looked around. No one was even doing the classwork anymore, their gazes were so fixated on the man. “Fine,” I sighed, compiling all my papers together to put them away.

As I did that though, he stood back up and walked over to the teacher to talk to her some more. What else could he really ask of her if all he came for was me? I thought, slowing my progress to stare at my teacher. If I really listened, I could hear others' thoughts, but today was an exception. All I could hear was static… like I was being blocked off.

I zipped up my black messenger bag and threw it over my head to rest on my shoulder, wanting nothing more than to go home and find out what the point of all this was. Obviously this man had some type of ability to block me from reading thoughts, so all I could do was hope he answered everything truthfully. I won’t be able to personally get through to his brain. That’s a fact.

“Thank you, Miss Kold, you have been most gracious,” Albus Dumbledore said as I edged toward them. He then turned to me, “Are you ready?”

“I guess,” I mumbled.

“Have a nice day, Mr. Dumbledore!” Ms. Kold said cheerily as I followed him out the room. “We’ll see you tomorrow, Melody.”

“Bye,” I waved apathetically.

I followed him through the halls, staring at his back with uncertainty. If he was really a wizard, then I couldn’t do anything against him. If he wasn’t really a professor of a school of magic — actually kidnapping me — how was I supposed to defend myself? I didn’t have a wand, or any means of knowing how to really use my magic besides for the mind reading — and that obviously wasn’t going to get me anywhere.

I stopped walking, “How do I know I can trust you to actually take me home right now?”

He turned, a small smile lighting his face up, “Did Orele teach you to be this cautious around strangers?”

Orele (uh-rel-ee) is my mom’s name. Personally, I was kind of jealous of it. It rolls across the tongue so perfectly, and it’s simply elegant. My name is basically just another word for pretty music.

“No. I’m just naturally wary of others’ intentions,” I admitted. “Never trusting a stranger is a fundamental rule in my book.”

“Is it only because you know you cannot read my mind that you don’t trust me?”

I took a timid step back, “You sensed that?”

“I am capable of many things, Miss Gray. Knowing when you are trying to read thoughts is one of them. I take it your mother doesn’t know?”

I hesitated. I told her about me reading other people’s minds at the zoo while I was talking to the snakes, but the way I described it was like an accident. If she knew I did it on purpose… well, anyone could take a wild guess at how any good mother would react to that.

“If I keep this a secret, just between the two of us, would it help you trust me?”

What other choice is there? I thought wryly. If he’s a kidnapper, he’s way too good at noticing what’s going on around him anyway. I have no other choice. “I guess so.”

“Just a bit of friendly advice. When you attend my school, the thoughts of both students and teachers are theirs and theirs alone. If I find out you have been invading their private thoughts, the only solution would be expulsion.”

My blood went cold at the thought. I might not have been the most respectful of students, but I had never been suspended or expelled — my mom would kill me, and then revive me just to kill me again… not literally, but she might as well… I sighed thoughtfully, a threat like that could only be given by a school principal, or in his case a headmaster.

“Do I make myself clear, Miss Gray?”

I nodded reluctantly, “Yes sir… let’s just go already.”

We made our way outside, but he stopped in the middle of the staircase leading to the sidewalk.

He held his arm out, “Hold tight to my arm.”

“Why?” I asked hesitantly.

“I am going to Disapparate to the house — call it teleportation, if you must.”

With a shrug, I locked my arm with his, only to be thrown off by the immediate sensation of my feet losing ground. I held onto his arm for dear life as I felt like I was being squeezed through a tube. I couldn’t tell what was happening to my body as it also seemed to stretch out and compress in tandem with the tube… until everything felt normal again, and I saw we were on the front step to my home.

I took deep breaths as I silently thanked the ground for being steady under my shaking legs, touching a hand to my queasy stomach. “Please tell me I don’t have to do that ever again,” I choked out.

He opened the front door to wave me inside, “I can’t promise you anything.”

Why couldn’t traveling for a wizard be less painful? That was worse than a rollercoaster, I thought as I heeded his gestures.

The first thing I saw was mom attempting to find a comfortable position to sit on the couch, looking up in dismay as I entered the living room. “Hi, Honey…” she anxiously stated.

“Okay…” I said, breathing out some more air as I placed my bag on dad’s tan leather armchair. “What is going on with letting this strange guy —” I gestured at the tall man “— take me out of school early?”

She folded her hands together as she looked at me, “I contacted Dumbledore to come here soon as we finished talking about magic. I want you to go to Hogwarts… it’s the best school in the world and, with Dumbledore there, it is the safest… I went there when I was younger, of course, so we’ll have to move to London with —”

“Mom,” I had to interrupt. This wasn’t making any sense. “Why London?”

“The school is hidden somewhere in Scotland, and there’s the station in London where the train travels directly from there to Hogwarts.”

I felt Mr. Dumbledore’s eyes on me, as if he were studying me. I blocked my emotions so as not to look completely vulnerable. Even if he’s keeping my secret, I don’t like him much…

“Why would we have to move? Is there not a school around here?” I asked.

“Well, yes, in Massachusetts… but I prefer that you go to Hogwarts. The school term starts in September, and —”

“Well then, not to be ungrateful about the early leave, but why was it so important for me to be here right now? Why not wait until school is done? What is the importance of this man being here right now when I’m not going to start school until September?” I asked.

Mom sighed, turning to Mr. Dumbledore with a small smile, “I’m sorry, but could I speak to Melody about this alone for a minute? Then I’ll make sure she gets ready.”

“Ready?” I shrieked. “We’re still in May… at least the last I checked!”

“Of course,” Mr. Dumbledore tilted his head and left the room, as though my confusion was a minor mishap.

“Mom, what —”

She looked at me, lowering her voice to a deep whisper. “Sit. Down.”

I paused. That was never a good sign. But come on! I’m frustrated! I have no clue what’s going on! I sat down next to her and she swiftly placed her hands in mine.

“You have a lot to learn about the wizarding world. The best place to do so will be at Hogwarts, even if you’re not enrolled as a student yet. Professor Dumbledore, and maybe others, will teach you.”

“Why can’t you? Aren’t you coming?” I felt a knot appear in my stomach, dreading the answer I sensed coming.

I thought correctly. She shook her head regretfully, “I have some things to take care of here. Besides, I can’t travel with this package.” At ‘package,’ she stared pointedly at her stomach. “I also have to handle your father before I come to London.”

I attempted to snatch my hands away, but she held tightly to me.

“Before you yell again,” she whispered dangerously low, “it’s for the best. I don’t expect you to understand now, but you will in time. He… he can’t know about the wizarding world. It wouldn’t be beneficial to him.”

I built an emotional barrier in my head to keep from getting more upset. Being magical should feel like a blessing, not a curse, “Why can’t I stay here until you can go? It’d at least give me the chance to say goodbye to dad.”

Mom bit her lip, “I can’t teach you what Dumbledore can…. And before you worry so much about your father… you should know that he isn’t your real father.”

She’d said the last sentence so quickly that I wasn’t sure I heard her correctly. “I’m sorry, what did you say? He’s… I mean, I’m not… he isn’t —”

“No. Jim isn’t,” she asserted. “If you’re good while you’re with Dumbledore, maybe then I’ll tell you about your real father. In the meantime… I suggest you forget Jim.”

“It is not that simple!” I snapped, aghast by how suddenly she was trying to brush all the news off. Nothing was making any sense, and she wasn’t even giving me a moment to process all of it. “He’s been my dad for ten years, how are you just going to expect me to forget him?”

Though she was sad, a smile pushed through, “That’s my girl. I’m glad I did one thing right.”

I blinked back at her, “… What?”

A breathy laugh burst from her chest, “You look so lost, let me explain… one of the things I can’t stand in the wizarding world has been Pureblood supremacy. It’s where Pureblood wizards look down on everyone who isn’t. There are the Muggleborn wizards, born to non magical families, and there are also the Halfbloods that are a mix. There are more Halfblood wizards than anything, and Purebloods are dying out, but the last thing I need is for you to fall into the category of kids who will look down on Muggleborns.”

My mouth set into a thin line, I opened my mouth to retort further only for her to quickly place a finger against my lips.

She glanced around warily, dropping her hand from my mouth before whispering, “I know it’s all very sudden, and you want a better explanation, but seeing as we haven’t been given much time to do so… my hands are tied.”

Digesting the information, I looked away to see Professor Dumbledore standing back in the doorway. “Pardon me, Orele, but do you happen to have any lemon drops?”

“On the counter in the kitchen,” she readily answered, not even looking his way.

“Thank you,” he inclined his head and walked away again.

Mom touched a gentle hand to my cheek, tracing her thumb softly against the skin. “For what I mentioned before, ideally I need you to keep that mentality. Don’t look down on others because they were born with Muggles. Don’t even look down on others who — though born to a wizarding family — don’t have any magic of their own — they’re called squibs.

“My other rules, whether during your time at Hogwarts this summer or in the years to come, are these: respect your teachers — I mean it. I’ve been too lenient about you talking back to your teachers here. I don’t need you doing the same at Hogwarts. When you talk to a teacher, you will address them with sir, ma’am or professor. Same with the man in the other room, he is called Professor Dumbledore: say it with me.”

“Mom, I’m not a child, I get it —”

“Say it with me,” she stressed.

I sighed, mumbling “Professor Dumbledore” in sync with her.

“Yes?” he appeared in the doorway, the bowl of lemon drops in his hand while he popped one into his mouth.

“One more thing, Melody,” she said, moving her hand from my cheek to my chin to make sure I looked her in the eyes. “I can’t stop you from making enemies, but I will not stand by you making no friends. Make at least one friend this year.”

“Mom. Don’t I have until the first day of school for you to give me that warning?”

She grinned, “I may forget. Besides, it gives you plenty of time to come up with a plan for making a friend.”

“Thanks for the confidence, mom, I truly appreciate it,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“There goes your sarcasm,” she brushed her hand through my hair. “Now you better go get your things ready. Take Professor Dumbledore with you.”

“But mom…” my emotions were widespread. A large mixture of worried and confused. How am I supposed to pretend like any of this is okay? Or normal? “How long until you come get me?”

"Oh Melody, I know what you're thinking about... your birthday at the end of this month.”

I forced another emotional barrier up and nodded. “I’ve never had a birthday without you and dad.”

Mom entwined her pinkie with mine, “I promise that as soon as I come get you, we will spend a whole day together to celebrate it. It may be late, but it will be the best one yet. Okay?”

Reluctantly, I nodded, standing so I could start packing to try occupying my mind. Some magical day this is. I looked at Professor Dumbledore, “Follow me.” When I led him down the stairs to my room, I barely made it to the bottom before he took out his wand.

My closet door opened, and out shot my black and red suitcase. Once it made it to the middle of the room and opened, everything flew neatly into it. When it zipped back up, all that was left were my bed and bookshelf.

I walked forward and picked it up by the handle. It was heavy, but nothing was spilling out from the weight. I gave him one look and said, “Cheater.”

His eyes twinkled humorously.

Without all my clothes, pictures, and books.. my room seemed incredibly bare. I looked around, knowing it would be forever, perhaps even never, before I saw this room again. The possibility didn’t lighten my mood, because my life seemed to be taking a strange turn… in my own mind, for the worst.

I followed him back up the stairs and through the living room to the front door. Mom was already waiting by the exit.

She threw her arms around me once I set the suitcase down, “I’ll miss you Honey.”

“Jeez mom, I get that I’m going to leave, but you seem to be rushing me out the door,” I said, hugging her back. “Want me to go that badly?”

She chuckled hollowly, “Never. I’ll count the days till I see you again.”

We pulled apart. I reached for my suitcase, only it wasn’t where I put it… it was already outside, floating two feet off the ground next to Professor Dumbledore.

“I take that back. He’s rushing me out the door.”

“At least I know that so long as you’re with him, you’re safe,” mom stated.

My eyebrows furrowed, “This is the second time you’ve mentioned ‘safe.’ Are you going to explain what is so dangerous that I need him more than you and dad?”

“There are a great many dangers in this world, especially the wizarding world. I don’t know the situation in Britain at this point in time, but I’ll bet it’s the same as when I left.”

“Then might I suggest that staying here would be safer?” I had to ask. Last ditch attempt.

She shook her head vigorously, “No. Now shoo.”

I sighed, stepping outside next to the headmaster.

“Take my arm,” Professor Dumbledore said, holding his arm out.

I hesitated, looking back at mom who waved back at me with that same sad smile.

“Don’t worry, you will see your mother again.”

It kind of reassured me, so I put my arm over his, and he Disapparated.

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#melody riddle #harry potter fandom #voldemort's daughter #orele ollivander #albus dumbledore

[strangersinwinter]

in which (portrait) Severus Snape meets Albus Severus (and Scorpius). Many thoughts rushed into his head...

Fuck there's another one

What did he say his name was?

Lol idiot has on the wrong House colours, fu- wait a minute....

Wtf is it with these Potter genes, do they just clone themselves or what, this is ridiculous!

No seriously wtf did he say his name was???

There was a long awkward silence......

#snape: so i see potter's taken to talking shit about me to his own spawn how dreadful #albus: no he actually said really nice things about you #snape:....say sike right now #scorpius: hello professor!! :D i'm scorpius his best friend!! :D it's an honour to meet you!! :D #snape: oh what fresh hell is this #i just really love albus and scorpius #two pretty best friends #and i just want some severus snape out there to know he was appreciated #and a child proudly carries his name #a chaotic but lovable child #severus snape

[dumbledore-and-grindelwald]

Grindeldore in The Secrets of Dumbledore

Fair warning, if not an obvious one, that this post will have detailed spoilers. 

I feel overwhelmed. I had always been hoping that we would get a little more on Grindelwald and Dumbledore’s feelings for each other. I never had expected such an emotional journey. They had the kind of scenes that made my heart ace and put butterflies in my stomach.

-Starting from the scene at the tea shop... WHAT AN INTRODUCTION. I had watched a big part of it from TV spots and featurettes, but it was even better, It is the very first scene of the movie. The music playing is emotional. Actually, it’s romantic and absolutely beautiful. Albus is so nervous that he’s losing his words when he explains to the waitress that he is expecting someone. He plays with his teaspoon and he closes his eyes in anticipation, breathing in deeply. Gellert arrives and by the time Albus opens his eyes, slowly sensing his presense, Gellert has been staring at him with a softness in his eyes that melted my heart. THAT was love right there if I’ve ever seen it. He approaches in his smooth manner, starting with small talk and they are both really taken with each other. You get the feeling that they haven’t seen each other in a long time, but that it’s like not a day has passed. Mads and Jude did such an amazing job, I swear. When they mention the way that the troth feels there is so much sensuality in it. It has a subtlety that is not cold. It’s elegant like the characters involved, but also dripping with desire over everything this bond represents.Of course they are at a regular muggle tea shop, and Gellert cannot let that go, commenting on the muggle stench and starting with his discrimination and bigotry, so things go south.

When Dumbledore said that what Grindelwald is doing is madness, I felt there was a very nice parallel and antithesis to Jacob and Queenie. When Queenie wanted Jacob to walk with her to Grindelwald’s side he said ‘you’re crazy’ and this is very much how Dumbledore feels when Grindelwald wants him to rule with him in the twisted version of the world he’s building. The difference of course is that Queenie was confused and whistful, while Grindelwald’s path has been dictated by crooked ideology, which prevents him from having any misgivings for his actions.

While Dumbledore claims that he was willing to go along with Grindelwald’s ideas because he was in love, Grindelwald says something along the lines of ‘yes, but this was not the reason’. Don’t get me wrong, Gellert was mostly the one in the wrong in this relationship. But in that moment, seeing his betrayed and annoyed expression while he called out Dumbledore made sense. Having him point out that Albus is in denial because after all HE was the one who put the ideological basis of ruling over muggles, and not Gellert himself, was a nice touch. It conveys a twisted but understandable feeling of being lead on, but then taking all the blame and being left out to dry on Gellert’s side.

This opening interaction was absolutely necessary. Grindelwald is always putting his ideology first, but having him unlease Credence without one more attempt to hve Dumbledore by his side would have cheapened the romance.

-Dumbledore wears his heart on his sleeve in some ways. He is guarded, but he also has to admit his love for Grindelwald in several occasions. When he opens up to Theseus about the blood troth, he does so out of necessity. He wants Theseus to put blind faith in him and he is not going to reveal the actual plan, so he gives an explanation and a piece of himself in return. Nevertheless, you can see the moment during which he loses himself in longing, the intoxication he feels while feeling the pendant after having delivered the ‘pick your poison line and the way different emotions are reflected in Law’s expressions is absolutely brilliant, which is even more tragic as he strains against the bond moments later. Speaking of the troth, let’s think of the fact that Gellert used to wear it kept close to his chest, mostly hidden inside his little pocket, as opposed to lbus literally wearing it on his sleeve and how that reflects the characters.

-When he is with his followers Grindelwald does not open up about his feelings. Nevertheless, while manipulating Credence, he plays the ‘Albus betrayed you as he betrayed me and he uses his pain to create a shread of relatability between them and to stir Credence’s anger. He gives a tiny piece of himself, in a dishonest reflection of Albus’ approach to Theseus. There is a stark difference when Credence fails to kill Albus and when they realised that Credence and the rest of the followers did not perceive the sencond Qilin. This can be interpreted as Grindelwald feeling angrier at the second failure exactly because it was reocurring, but it can also be that he felt reluctant relief that Albus was alive, even if he still felt compelled to carry the plan through because he thinks that it\s his only chance at being safe.

-I loved that Dumbledore kept tabs on what was happening in Germany and knew that Gellert would always try to manipulate people and legitimize himself first, wanting a united front against muggles, before setting the Wizarding World aflame and going into outright civil war to get what he wants.

-When Dumbledore opens up to Newt about the duel and about Ariana, he says that he drew his wand after Aberforth drew his, but Gellert simply laughed. In DH Aberforth says that his borther’s best friend used the cruciatus curse on him and it’s mentioned that all three duelded. This is a very direct retcon, easy to spot .I get why they might have wanted to change for the  blood troth to make sense, but I think they could have found another loophole I really hope we get to learn more about the duel in the future.

-The Qilin was the best instance of weaving a creature in the actual plot that I’ve seen in any of the movies. Grindelwald killing the Qilin was an instance of unprovoked and self-serving cruelty that was quite significant. For a moment I thought that the living Qilin would bow to Jacob. When it recognized Albus as the leader of the Wizarding World, I didn’t know why I hadn’t expected it. It made total sense. It gives an even more substantial reason that would make people try to push him into politics, even as he is saying again and again throughout the years that he isn’t interested. It also plays into what Newt told Dumbledore. Purity does not come from being unfailing. It also relates to intention, to trying to do the best for everyone without being motivated by personal gain. Grindelwald KNOWING that he is not worthy and breaking a creature of innocence to achieve his goal, as opposed to Albus being disbelieving of being chosen because he considers himself corrupt and unworthy feels natural. When it happens, you can see in Grindelwald’s face that he is heartbroken on the one hand but it feels right even to him. On the contrary, Albus is so wrapped up in guilt that despite having the approval of this unbiased moral judge never manages to fully accept himself and stop being emotinally defined by his regrets and guilt.

Another interesting thing: Back in 2007 Rowling had said about Dumbledore that “in his youth, he was- he became infatuated with a man who was almost his dark twin. He was as brilliant. He was morally bankrupt.”  I think that this duality is represented by the resurrected Qulin as the ‘dark twin’ of the living one. 

Moreover, the reanimation of the Qulin introduces certain aspects of Grindelwald’s character. When he brings it back he mentions that THIS is what makes wizards superior. Considering that the Hallows were connected to the idea of conquering death, this is an interesting thematic introduction. And of course this introduction to reanimation within water may be a reference to our  visual image of the Inferi in HBP, since based on canon he later tried to raise an army of Inferi from the bodies he piled up. 

-Some think that the ‘he attacked, I defended’-breaking of the troth was very simplistic. Considering that these actions ultimately reflect their stance in life and in politics, which is what broke their relationship, I found it fitting. Albus’ expression when the chain breaks is shocked and heartbreaking, but it gives wast to such strong resolve. I like that his determination was not played down compared to Gellert’s. When they stop, they are not simply touching each other’s chest over the heart. Their fingers are clawing slightly, as if they’re trying to hold closer and to tear out at the same time in that moment of indecision. The music fading to the rising sound of their beating hearts was beautiful, and of course they both pulled back. Gellert shouting at Dumbledore something along the lines of ‘who will love you now Albus?’ with such a heartbroken expression was something that took me by surprise and it’s one of his most genuine and moving reactions to anything. The hurt in Mikkelsen’s performance is palpable. The only public duel between the two has been established for 1945, but it is clear that they could not been seen in the parallel space Albus creates. Grindelwald addressing the world with “I was never your enemy, not then or now’ but slightly turning to Albus encapsulates Grindelwald’s need to address the world while being unable to ever look past Dumbledore and not gravitate towards him. I expected Albus to have more of a reaction when he jumped. Instead it’s Theseus who stays fixated. Albus goes to the spot and looks at where Gellert disappeared later, but it’s Theseus who noticed and it’s he who makes Dumbledore promise that he’ll go after Grindelwald. Theseus gave his trust blindly and now Albus must hold up to it, so their initial interaction is brought full circle.

-At the end Dumbledore is sitting alone outside. He is looking at everyone attending the wedding and at their interactions with such a loving and whistful expression. You can see his melancholy and his isolation. He sends Newt inside after Tina telling him to pick his poison: to chase love. Then Bunty arrives. Dumbledore sees everything. She knows of her feelings for Newt and she looks at her in a very particular way. I think that he sees in Newt what he wish he could have had (the freedom to pursue his passion without terrible repercussions) and in Bunty the way he wished he could move on (giving the world a chance and stepping inside even if he cannot have what he craves).

This finale scene is a reversal of the opening scene. Dumbledore was inside, staring at a person he loved, having all the emotions rising back. He momentarily had what he will never claim again. At the end he is gazing at the others; people whom he could get close to if he tried. He seems to be momentarily contemplating whether he should enter. He chooses not to. He is alive, but he does not let himself really ‘live’ ever again; both because he probably feels that nothing can live up to what he used to feel with Grindelwald or with his family and because he is so traumatized that he doesn’t want to risk being hurt again. It was very bittersweet. 

#fantastic beasts #the secrets of dumbledore #sod spoilers #grindeldore #Albus Dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #tsod spoilers #sorry for the long post

[academicdisasterfic]

Career Day

so I read this post courtesy of @bixgirl1, @l0vegl0wsinthedark and @o0o-chibaken-o0o three times this morning, nearly cried laughing, and here I present to you: dumb dad Drarry on Career Day.

Albus Potter really just wanted two things: that new edition of Hogwarts: A History that Rose had been taunting him with all summer, and for his father to stop being so weird about the Career Day next week at Godric’s Hollow Primary School.

‘Dad, you’ll be fine, it’s just coming in to talk to my class for half an hour.’

Harry paced across the kitchen. ‘No - but - okay. So. You’re saying that...many people...will be coming…do you know…who…’

‘Um.’ Albus lowered his piece of toast. ‘Scorp’s dad is definitely coming. Talking about journalism.’ Harry squeaked and a glass fell off the counter. Albus sighed and put down his toast.

‘You shouldn’t be nervous, Dad, it’s awesome what you do.’

‘Oh, it’s...not that…’ Harry waved a hand in a feign of nonchalance and hurriedly Reparoed the glass. ‘I mean, I’ll bring in some of my new pieces.’

‘Cool.’ Albus raised an eyebrow as Harry bustled around the kitchen, not looking at him. He didn’t know why this was such a big deal; Harry was an amazing woodworker, combining magic and practical skill to create cribs that sung infants to sleep, or picture frames that adjusted size depending on the photo, or tables that set themselves. It was super cool and he was way happier than when he’d been an Auror.

‘I’ll ask your mums to come, too,’ Harry said, hurrying out of the kitchen. ‘Yes, that will work, that should make it fine…’

Albus shook his head, refilled his glass of orange juice, and thought about how he was going to break it to Lily and James that their father was going insane.

‘Scorp!’ Albus grinned at his best friend as he and Harry entered the crowded classroom, a swarm of parents and children. Harry trailed slightly behind Albus, clutching his box of shrunken wooden objects and making a small whimpering sound when Scorpius and his dad approached. Albus thought it was awesome that he and Scorpius were friends, as they both had the only gay parents in school. Well, Harry was bisexual, which he’d described to Albus as being able to fall in love with anyone. Albus thought it was ironic that his dad could have anyone and was still single, but when he told his parents this at their weekly family dinner, Luna and Ginny just laughed at Harry for about ten minutes straight and Albus felt a bit bad.

‘Hello, Albus,’ Draco beamed. He’d been very firm on that name - Mr Malfoy is my father, Albus, don’t be so formal - and he was always interested in chatting to Albus about history and Hogwarts and all sorts of things that Harry didn’t know much about. Harry was an excellent father, and Luna and Ginny were great mums, but none of them shared Albus’ bookishness. Draco looked at Harry then, his mouth twisted in a smile. ‘Potter.’

‘Malfoy.’ Albus looked at his Dad. Harry was blushing. God, was he that nervous?

‘Dad’s been nervous all week about today,’ Albus told Draco. Draco smirked.

‘Is that so, Albus?’

‘Yeah! But I’ve told him not to be, because he’s obviously awesome at what he does, and there’s no reason he should be nervous.’

‘Indeed. Your father is exceptionally...talented.’ Draco looked calmly at Harry, who looked about ready to pass out. ‘He’s so good with a bit of wood.’ Harry made a high pitched noise and Albus looked at him, brow furrowed.

‘Oh my god, Dad, relax.’

‘Sure,’ Harry wheezed. ‘I’m very relaxed.’ At that precise moment, Ginny and Luna arrived, and Harry almost jumped behind them.

‘Sweetheart!’ Ginny pinched Albus’ cheeks and he rolled his eyes. Luna enveloped him in a patchouli-and-vanilla hug. ‘Thanks for having us. Hi, Scorpius, Draco.’ Ginny grinned widely at Draco - who, for some weird reason - winked at her.

‘Hello, lesbians. How are you?’

‘Oh, very good,’ Luna said serenely. ‘The animal sanctuary is coming along so well, and it’s so nice being closer to Holyhead for Ginny’s practices.’

‘Yeah,’ Ginny said. ‘And the kids love it there, right?’

‘It’s really fun!’ Scorpius said, grinning. ‘I love the Kneazles, they’re so cute.’

‘Yes, I’ve always been rather partial to pussies,’ Ginny said, and Draco spluttered a laugh. Albus looked over to his dad, who looked like he wanted to die.

‘Adults are so weird,’ he said to Scorpius, who nodded in agreement. ‘Let’s go find Lily and Rose.’

…

The rest of the day passed fairly normally, although Harry huddled behind Ginny and Luna for most of it. That wasn’t too unusual - Albus knew his dad hated attention. What was unusual was the spluttering and choking sounds he seemed to be making a lot today.

‘Shh, for Godric’s sake Harry,’ Ginny scolded. ‘You’re fine.’

‘How am I supposed to be fine when he is there, looking at me like that…’

‘You’re so melodramatic. He likes you.’

‘No he doesn’t!’

‘Yes he does, Harry,’ Luna chimed in. ‘That’s why he’s flirting with you.’

‘But…’ Harry looked slightly hapless. Albus was deeply confused. He had no idea what flirting was.

‘I thought that much would be obvious after, erm, Albus’ birthday party.’

‘We said we’d never speak of that again,’ Harry hissed.

‘I’m just saying,’ Ginny held her hands up, ‘Draco only gets his co--erm, his dragon--out for men he actually likes.’

‘You think?’ Harry’s voice was very soft and Ginny snorted.

‘Yeah, you absolute fuckwit.’

‘Ginny!’ Luna scolded. ‘Children.’

‘It’s okay,’ said Albus, leaning back out of the row and whispering conspiratorially. ‘I know that fuck is a bad word. I won’t say it.’ Harry snorted in laughter and Ginny put her head in her hands.

‘We are not cut out for this,’ she moaned.

‘Agreed,’ Luna and Harry responded in unison.

…

At the end of Career Day, Ginny and Luna wandered over to collect Lily and Albus for the week. Albus was deep in a conversation with Scorpius about astronomy and was pleasantly surprised to see that Luna had his bag, too.

‘Come on, Scorp,’ Ginny grinned. ‘You’re staying with us tonight.’

‘No way!’ Scorpius looked thrilled and bowled his dad over in a hug. ‘Thanks!’

‘Behave,’ Draco smiled, and kissed his son gently on top of his head. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’ Harry was standing just next to Draco, cheeks very red and hands shoved in his old jeans.

‘I’ll see you on Sunday for family dinner,’ he told Albus and Lily, and kissed them goodbye. Luna and Ginny murmured something to Harry that made him make the weird choking noise again as they left, and Albus only heard one last sentence as Harry and Draco walked out the front of the building.

‘Now Potter, where were we?’

Read on Ao3.

#drarry #dad drarry #dumbasses #god i love them #draco malfoy #harry potter #linny #scorpius and albus have no clue what's up #rooney writes

[seriouslysam8]

Hey all!

I wanted to give you a little update on where I’m at and when I could potentially be posting again and why I left so abruptly.

I was getting a lot of nitpicky and negative reviews lately. Some were anonymous and made me so upset that I deleted them. It was really hindering my creative process and making me less excited to continue Legerdemain. Normally by this point in a story when I’m winding down, I am already planning my next story and nothing was even springing to mind of what I wanted to write.

I was upset and discouraged and just blah.

I understand a lot of people don’t like Lily. She’s too naive and immature. But she’s nineteen and lived a very easy life. Of course, she’s naive and immature. She dove recklessly headfirst into a relationship with some random guy she met at a bar. She’s adventurous and I always viewed her as being upset that she left Hogwarts without a boyfriend like so many in her family. I think out of everyone in Legerdemain, she had the most growth as a character.

I get you hate Rayko/Rayly. Except you had this guy who was so profoundly damaged after years of hard partying and thinking he had done terrible things while under the influence. He meets Lily who is so good and nice and had no idea about the person he was. It was refreshing and he tried very hard to play the part of the perfect boyfriend and the perfect person to make up for his terrible past. Yes, they went fast and furious but I like it. It was a change and switch-up from all the other slow burns of the series as a whole. Not every single love story is a friends to lovers sweet tale. There are those that are fast and messy with an accidental pregnancy thrown in. I get the pregnancy trope isn’t favorable but it’s a small part of a larger story and gives the characters their own unique tale so it’s not all boringly the same.

People hate how I have so many side stories piled into one large story. I don’t care. That’s what I want to write. It’s life. Things happen simultaneously. Why can’t I have a love story side story? Why do I have to split up the stories and have strictly just the Albus story? Fuck that. I write what I want to write and I like all the side stories. I don’t want to be boxed in where I write either an adventure/mystery or a romance or a fluff piece. I want them all in one.

People hate how I go from very angsty to comedy. Well, fuck, how depressing would this story be if I had no comedic breaks? If it “messes with the flow” or “takes you out of the story” then don’t read. If you don’t like my style then don’t read. Simple as that.

I’m not a published author. This is fanfiction and I write it as a hobby so I don’t have to worry about things that traditionally published authors who make actual money have to think about. I write what I want and about what I want and I share it for free. The key word is FREE.

I’ve said this before. This is my hobby that I enjoy. I share with you all because it’s fun. The moment it stops being fun, I’m done. I’ll just continue to write stories in my head.

I was brought up under the philosophy that if you can’t say anything nice, then don’t say anything at all. There’s an x at the top of the screen you can click and go read someone else. There’s no need to discourage anyone who is writing for fun and for free. This is a hobby for us all and we should view it as that. Don’t expect the moon and the stars when legit this is fanfiction. I don’t care if I made a grammar mistake. You don’t have to point it out. I don’t get paid to make sure it’s immaculate and those types of reviews are annoying as hell.

In short, be kind and encouraging. Nobody is forcing you to read anything. This is all for fun and for free. It’s not a published work of art that follows rules and structures. It’s FOR FUN. Can’t we all appreciate and enjoy it as that? Can’t we just write encouraging words?

As to the update on Legerdemain, I want to have through 31 written so I’m a few weeks ahead. I just finished 29 and sent it to Bell to edit. As a fun side project, I also wrote a 11k one-shot this week as well just to help me enjoy writing once more. I’m hoping not next week, but the week after that (April 10) is when I will pick back up posting.

I have some asks that I’ll answer later today or tomorrow morning. I didn’t want this post to get lost in the flood of answering asks.

Thanks for all the support.

[orange-peony]

Peony!! So excited you're opening your ask box for prompts.

My prompt for you is: "Control." Interpret that how you will 😊

I would love Jeddy, but if the prompt inspires you for Drarry then I'd be more than happy with that too. My only other request is for a happy ending <3

Thank you so much for the prompt, Phoebe! I hope you like it. 💙 Merry Christmas! 🎄☃️

This is rated M!

"It's so nice to have you both here on Christmas day," Harry says with a smile. "I've barely seen you since you moved in with Teddy."

"Sure, dad," James mutters, cheeks flushing when he notices the look on Teddy's face. They've been rather busy doing other stuff since James moved in with Teddy. Stuff that he really doesn't feel like telling his dad, nor the rest of his family.

"I wonder why…" Albus mumbles knowingly. "They must have been sooo busy together."

James kicks him under the table and catches Draco lifting an eyebrow at him while Harry obliviously chats about how lucky he is to have all his family there for their first Christmas together.

Albus rolls his eyes, Scorpius smiles politely, and James squirms as he tries to find a decent position that won't make him feel like he's going to...god, not in front of his family…not with that thing inside him...

"I saw your Quidditch match last week," Draco says, looking stiff in his formal robes. "You were absolutely stunning, James."

"Jamie rides a broom like no one else!" Lily says with a grin.

"Oh, yes, he's brilliant at riding," Teddy mutters under his breath, and James chokes on his water, nearly dying from embarrassment as he glares at his boyfriend. They agreed not to tell anyone about their relationship, at least not for a few months, but Teddy is looking at him like he wants to kiss him senseless over the kitchen table (or hide under it to do indecent things with that devious mouth of his).

"What did Teddy give you for Christmas?" Lily asks all of a sudden. "You never told us!"

"Er…" James says, his face positively on fire while he tries not to think about the fact that his present is inside him. Right now. Fucking vibrating. Teddy said it was all about control, that James could do it. That he would get his reward at the end of the meal. He just had to be a good boy for Teddy.

Oh god…

"A book," Teddy says, winking at him. "On brooms."

"Ah, the glory of a stiff shaft," Albus mumbles under his breath, and James thinks he might have to hex his brother.

"Actually, James said there was something he wanted to show me in his old bedroom," Teddy says, standing up. "I think we should go check it now. Shall we, Jamie?"

"God, yes!"

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[hillnerd]

For the ship and word game: Harry/Ginny, snitch ♥️

Thanks for the prompt! Hinny as parents - James is twelve. :)

SNITCH

It was December and so it was a cold grey day. There was no other kind of day in Scotland in December.

Despite the rather miserable weather, Ginny was jubilant as she trudged through the snow towards the familiar Quidditch pitch, red sweater on under her thick winter coat.

James had sent a letter late in the night. It was barely legible, and mentioned something about Quidditch. The follow-up letter from Teddy helped clarify things. James was in the reserves for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and was getting to fly his first game thanks to a chaser getting a bad case of Fwooper Flu.

No one had ever come to her games at Hogwarts as her mother had never been comfortable Apparating and couldn’t spare the Floo powder, while their father was always busy at work. It wasn’t something she particularly resented, but looking back she would have liked them to see her and cheer her on for her games.

Harry was off on a mission, but Ginny could spare the time, and was happy to get a chance to see James playing his first ever game. It was strange being back at Hogwarts after so many years. She’d been back a few times for memorials back in the early 2000’s, but it had been over a decade since then, and much had changed. In some ways it was the same- the Quidditch pitch didn’t look all that different, but the pathways to it had changed, the seating, and she was having trouble finding the locker room.

“Ginny!” she heard a voice call, and saw Neville waving in the crowd. She enthusiastically waved and jogged over.

“Hey Nev!” She smiled and gave a hug.

“Here to see James?”

“Yes! Though, I’ve not clue where the locker rooms are! Where’d they move them to?”

“Ah! Those are on the South side now. The old ones had a lot of old spell damage and got torn out, oh, five year ago now?” he explained, leading the way to the locker room.

She could hear the sounds of teens excitedly gearing up for the game.

The team were mostly students Teddy and Victoire’s ages, if she had to guess by the look of them. James, by comparison, looked tiny and pale. He was bouncing both his legs as he sat at his bench, hands running through his hair. He was already with uniform and pads on, while the rest of the team were more languorous in getting their pads in place.

She’d been exactly the same her first match as a Harpie.

“Knock knock,” she said, fully entering the room. The teens quieted down seeing there was an adult in the room, while James shot to his feet.

“Mum!” James cried out with a smile, before carefully schooling it to a much cooler nonchalant look. “Erm, what are you doing here?”

“Came to see your first big game, of course,” she laughed.

“Oh wait- that’s Ginny Potter!” cried out an eastern asian girl. One of the tall teenage whipped around, a furious blush on his face, before shutting his locker that had an old poster of hers. She remembered the row she’d had with her mum over the poster and how she wasn’t ‘fully in her uniform’ for the shot. Another kid, Oliver Wood’s daughter she’d met a few times over the years, gave a quick wave.

“Yup,” she said with a winning smile. “Best of luck, to all of you. Go Gryffindor!”

She caught James’s eye and was surprised to find him looking rather cross. She gave a quick gesture with her head to the door and he joined her just outside.

“Excited for your match?”

“Well I was…”

Oh dear. She could feel the tween angst rolling off of him.

“Everything alright?”

“Why’d you have to come into the locker room? No one else’s parents did that.”

“You sure about that? Because I know for a fact Oliver Wood was there for the first few years of your Keeper’s games.”

James bit his lip, adjusting his rectangular glasses.

“You sure?”

“Oh yes. And he wore full regalia and painted his face, so you’re old mum isn’t too much of an embarrassment by comparison.” She had no idea if Oliver Wood had done this, but it was the first embarrassing thing she could imagine to make her look a bit less bad by comparison.

“It’s not that you’re embarrassing…” he said, digging the toe of his shoe into the ground.

“Oh?”

“I just… I want them to be thinking about how I’m good on my own. Not because of you.”

Oh. She’d not considered that as being a thing, but completely understood the sentiment.

“Hey, I can leave if—”

“No… No, I want you here. I’m glad you came,” he said, before furtively looking around him then leaning in to hug her.

“You’re going to crush it, James,” she whispered in his ear. “Remember to really tuck in your heels and arms when you’re doing any hard sprints. And look farther down the field so you can get a big picture of the whole game and really slow things down. Oh, and ‘give to get’ on your tight turns so that—”

“I know, I know!” James said, putting a hand through his messy auburn hair. It wasn’t as messy as Harry’s, but she had a feeling he’d been running hands through it more than usual.

“Best of luck, darling,” she said with a kiss to his forehead.

He gave her one of his most confident smiles, flashing his straight teeth, and for a moment she could just picture what he’d be like when he was quite grown up, a thought that terrified her.

“See you after the game,” she said, giving his hair a ruffle as she went to find her seat.

She looked for Neville amongst the stands, but spotted a familiar head of dark hair beside him.

“Harry?” she called out. He turned and grinned at her, wearing a Gryffindor scarf and facepaint on his cheeks.

“Go Gryffindor,” he said with a grin.

She smiled back, loving that he’d somehow made it to the game. She also loved how mortified James would be later. She was the cool parent; today at least.

“Nice to see you in your old colors,” she said, taking a seat beside her husband. “Thought you had a mission today?”

“The great thing about being Head Auror is you can push those off on other people,” he said, taking hold of her hand. “Plus it’s his first game. I couldn’t miss it. It’s nice to have someone in the stands rooting for you when you’re taking on something daunting.”

She gave his hand a squeeze.

“Yell super loud when James flies out. He’ll love it!”

James might act embarrassed, but she was sure he actually would love having his father there cheering him on.

When James flew out Harry gave a giant whoop, which made James show off with some loop-de-loops instead of going red faced like Albus would have.

The match was a good one, and James was keeping up very well with players years older than he. She glowed as he followed her advice to ‘give to get’- slowing down on turns so he could gain more smooth speed on the long runs.

He was a natural chaser and she couldn’t be more proud.

James was in a perfect tail slide transition with his Quaffle when a bludger was his his direction. Too intent on looking down the field, and with all the cheers, he missed her and Harry’s scream as their son took a Bludger to the back of his head and went tumbling from his broom.

There were a number of spells on the field to prevent a student from making impact with the ground (something they could have used back in her and Harry’s day). It did nothing to prevent the terror scraping at her insides seeing her little boy put on a stretcher with blood running down his temple, glasses smashed and laid on his chest. Harry’s jaw was set and he made an incongruous sight looking so grim while adorned in the bright face paint.

James was rushed to the hospital wing, and she and Harry stayed by his side the whole way there. All his cousins and Teddy came to visit, but they dispersed once they knew James would be alright, with the exception of Teddy who opted to stay.

James was healed and bandaged up by Hannah Longbottom. Despite knowing James was fully healed, they opted to stay until he woke up. Teddy nodded off in a nearby chair, his hair subconsciously turning the same color as James’s as he slept.

Ginny stood looking at James’s sleeping face until her vision blurred. She could picture him when he was just a tiny baby, his look of mischief on his face as he padded along the halls on pudgy legs, toddling after Teddy and Harry, wanting to be so grown up.

Harry took her hand and squeezed it.

“He’s alright, love.”

“I know,” she replied, swiping at her eyes. “I can’t stop thinking of him as a baby, for some reason.”

Harry gave a dry laugh. “I’ve been thinking the same thing. Is it just me, or is being a parent a bit like having a time turner? In the blink of an eye you can see your twelve year old as a baby or when he first walked.”

“Especially when they’re asleep,” she said, stroking James’s lightly freckled cheek. “I’m glad you came today.”

“Me too. He flies just like you, you know,” said Harry before standing beside her.

“I was thinking some of those loop-de-loops looked like you at that age.”

“Naw, all his brilliance is from his Mum,” he said, leaning in to gently kiss her.

“Eurgh…” James gave a grunt, squinting at them. “What happened?”

“You got a bludger to the back of your head. Same injury your dad had in his sixth year.”

“Wicked…” said James, before his eye went wide. “Who won the game?”

“Gryffindor, even though they didn’t catch the Snitch. You Chasers were that good!” said Harry, sitting beside James.

Ginny could picture James’s first broom ride, with Harry excitedly following beside him so he wouldn’t slip off the tiny broom.

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Singleness and Sickness

I was struck by single parent drarry vibes and... here we are. Sickfic. Thanks to @rockmarina for all the incredible help! Also on AO3

The floo chimed at precisely 14:27, and if he hadn’t been so preoccupied preventing a human pile-up in his living room, Harry would have jumped for joy.

It was Saturday. A day of no school. A day for family. A day—theoretically—for lie-ins. But, as with every other Saturday since Albus had begun school, within only a few hours, his youngest son had crept up on him—this time whilst he was using the little boys room; he’d almost missed the toilet he'd jumped so badly—and lamented the fact he missed his best friend, bottom lip dangerously aquiver. So, once again, Harry had been forced to call Malfoy to ask if Scorpius could come to tea. He really should start pre-arranging these things. But thankfully, at long last, Scorpius was arriving, meaning Harry could finally stop worrying Albus was accidentally going to set James’ head on fire… Like he'd done last time...

The green flames had barely receded before Albus had surged forward and grabbed the hand of the still dizzy Mini-Malfoy.

“Hi Mr Harry!” Scorpius chirped, barely sparing Harry a glance as Albus dragged him away. “Thank you for having me! And thanks Papa, see you later!”

“Honestly,” Harry smirked, shaking his head as the pair scurried away. “You’d have thought they’d been apart for a month, not 17 hours.”

“It's eighteen, actually,” Malfoy muttered so quietly he was barely audible.

“Oh, of course, how silly of me. That extra hour makes all the difference.”

“It does, Potter,” Malfoy sighed, a bone-weary exhausted sound that was nothing like the sarcastic remark he’d usually make.

“What’s up with you?” Harry rounded on him. “Oh my god, Malfoy, you look like hell! What are you doing here?”

“I’b fide,” he rasped, watery eyes shuttering closed as he pinched the bridge of his ruby nose.

“Sure. And I’m tall and blonde. Sit down, for heaven’s sake, you look like you’re about to keel over.”

“It’s just a cold, Potter,” Malfoy protested, shuffling towards the sofa all the same. “I just deed sobe Pepper-up add I’ll be right as raid id do tibe—ohhh.” He all but crumpled into the sofa.

“You know, when you sound like you’re having an orgasm from just sitting down, it slightly undermines your claims, Malfoy,” Harry said, raising an eyebrow to the pathetic excuse for a glare being shot his way.

“I’b—”

“An idiot, yes, I’m aware. Why didn’t you just say you were ill? I’d have come and picked him up. You know what,” Harry waved his hand as Malfoy opened his mouth. “Don’t answer. It’s not worth it. Just stay there while I make you some tea and grab you some Pepper-up, and then you can go rest in the spare room until you’ve recovered.”

“I dod’t deed—”

“This is not a discussion, Malfoy. And for the love of God, put this on, you’re shaking like a leaf.”

Throwing a blanket his way, Harry rolled his eyes once again and set about collecting everything he needed, muttering under his breath the whole time. If it wasn’t for the fact that the twat looked like he was about to permanently melt into the sofa, Harry would have happily hurled the vial at his head.

“Here,” he thrust the tea and Pepper-up none-too-patiently at him. “And don’t you dare think about protesting.”

“Fide,” Malfoy grouched, accepting the potion with a wince. “Thadk you, Potter.”

“You’re welcome. Now be a good boy and drink your tea.”

Smirking at the watery glare Malfoy gave him, Harry left to set up the spare room—double checking the boys were playing nicely along the way—before returning to collect his now coughing and spluttering charge.

“Would you mind dying a little more quietly? You’re kind of ruining the happy aura I’ve worked hard to create in my home.”

“Fuck you, Potter,” Malfoy gasped.

“I’d say ‘fuck me yourself, you coward’ but you definitely won’t have the energy for that.” His smirk widened to a grin as splutters anew abounded. “Come on; bedtime.”

“Potter, really, I do appreciate it, but I—”

“Never know when to ask for help and are too uptight of an arsehole to accept it when you need it?” Harry asked innocently. Malfoy just glared.

“Thought so. Get up the stairs.”

*

He hadn’t meant to fall asleep—he hadn’t even meant to lay down. He’d just planned to sit and enjoy the quiet for an hour or so before feigning a full recovery and relieving Potter of his nursing duties. Yet as soon as Potter had left him in the soft, cosy room, somehow, head had found pillow, quilt had become cocoon, and all had gone dark. Now, Merlin only knew how much later, the chinks of light framing the window had disappeared and all was quiet.

Bollocks. There'd be no escape from Potter's smug smirk now.

Still, he had to admit as he pulled himself up, out of bed, and attempted to tame his sleep-mussed hair—did those strands at the back need to stand on end every chance they got?—the sleep had done him good. Gone was the pressure in his sinuses and the aches and pains that had ravaged him, and no more did the thought of facing the exuberant Potter-brood fill him with dread. Though, given that he didn't have a clue where his son was, a rowdy James, sneaky Albus, and happily squealing Lily were the least of his worries. He knew Scorpius would be fine, of course—Potter was nothing if not an attentive and loving father. But even with Albus to distract him, he could be an anxious child, and he wouldn't have anticipated the sudden change of plans.

With a final ineffective smooth of his rumpled t-shirt, he descended downstairs—thankfully far quicker than he’d managed to ascend them— and was pleased to find the world no longer began spinning after 10 seconds. But after a thorough check of every room, he was no closer to finding Scorpius or any of the Potters.

The entire floor was deserted, silent as a mouse hiding from a prowling kneazle, and tidy to boot. Sure, there was evidence of a colouring session, an enthusiastic sword-fight, and a family meal having taken place, but everything had been stacked into little piles or already washed and left to dry, like someone had gone setting the house to rights. Like he did every night after Scorpius had gone to bed. Which could only mean the day was over. Which was ludicrous, surely. He'd barely blinked! And he had a child to take home and put to bed, and a chicken for dinner defrosting on the side, and a load of laundry to finish!

Tripping back up the darkened staircase, sounds of soft laughter drew him further into the house, towards a door decorated with baby hippogriffs; clearly the boys' room. If he didn't know better, Draco would have sworn Potter had convinced his sons to adore the things for a bloody good laugh. But as the unmistakable sounds of a bedtime story trickled into the hallway and he caught a glimpse of the scene inside, even his hatred for the hippoglets flitting to and fro dangerously close to his privates couldn't stop him from grinning.

In the middle of the floor stood a proud—if haphazardly thrown together—blanket fort, offering cozy shelter to the entire Potter family and his son. As Potter read from a book he'd never heard of, Lily snoozed on his lap, James gazed over one shoulder, eyes alight with wonder, and Albus and Scorpius curled together under the blankets on his other side, looking suspiciously like they were holding hands. Like every good story-teller, Potter was throwing his voice for each different character, much to the obvious delight of all around, and fairy lights gently glowed and dimmed softly overhead. But no matter how entertaining Potter seemed to be, Scorpius’ eyes fought to close, a gorgeous sleepy smile settling on his face.

Like the utter sap he was, Draco was caught, insolent feet fusing to the floor as Scorpius slipped to sleep before his eyes—though how he managed it to the tune of Potter's abysmal attempts at a Scottish accent, for apparently that's what Candice the caterpillar was, he would never know. For all the money in the world, he couldn’t have done anything but lean against the door frame, grinning like a loon. In fact, so entranced was he that even as story time came to a cose and James and Albus hugged and kissed their father goodnight, it didn’t even occur to him to move. Only when Potter himself was heading for the door did his legs finally come to life again. But not before they'd practically collided, of course.

“P—Potter,” he quickly stepped back.

“Malfoy! I didn't know you were—”

“Sorry, I—I should have… I didn’t want to…”

“No, listen, I’m sorry,” Potter rushed. “I should have asked if Scorpius could sleep over, but I didn’t want to wake you. You just looked, well, bloody awful earlier, actually, so I just thought it would be better to have a sleepover. But I should have woken you and I’m sorry that I didn’t ask, and—”

“Potter!” Merlin, but he was the living embodiment of a headache, Draco grinned to himself. “Thank you.”

“Oh.” A crooked smile slipped onto Potter's face.

“Besides, I should be the one apologising—”

“What? No, you—”

“I'm the one that just dumped my child on you and collapsed in your spare room for hours on end—”

“Malfoy—”

“I don't even know how it came to that!”

“Well you were—”

“I knew I was tired and had had a few restless nights—”

“And then came down with the worst cold in history—”

“But even so, I really shouldn't have just—”

“Draco!”

He blinked, cheeks suddenly feeling vaguely feverish once more.

“You’re welcome.”

“Oh.” What an eloquent nitwit he'd become. “Right. Yeah.” And since when did Potter's eyes twinkle, for Morgana's sake? “Thank you… Potter.” He swallowed again, lips curling tentatively as Potter’s smile grew wider, setting his heart aquiver—definitely still feeling a little off, then. “Um, you should probably put Lily to bed…”

“You should learn to ask for help more often,” Potter said, moving towards another door all the same, this one decorated with brooms zipping around.

“Oh shut up, you wanker.”

“Ommm!” Potter mock gasped as he settled Lily in her cot. “You said a bad word!”

“You truly are a walking headache, you know that?” he snipped quietly, only to make Potter snort harder.

“Well, just remember that the next time you have a headache, you can call and ask for Scorpius to come over, alright?” Potter said, the hush of his voice in no way masking his distinctly dad-like tone as he adjusted Lily's door. “I'll even come and get him. You… you don't have to do everything on your own, you know.”

His mouth ran dry as emerald eyes bored into his.

“I—” he spluttered. “What makes you think—? Of course I know that— Stop being preposterous, Potter!” he hissed, smoothing down his shirt once more. “I thank you sincerely for your concern, but I can assure you that Scorpius and I are…” Potter glared. “I mean, really, it was really just a… And—and we're perfectly— Oh, stop looking at me like that!” he sniffed as Potter—bloody scarheaded stupid Harry freaking Potter—put his hands on his hips. The bastard only raised his eyebrows in response.

“Fine!” he threw his hands up in the air. “Scorp and I would really appreciate that, thank you,” he rushed.

“Good,” Potter clipped, before dropping the disapproving mother glare. “Don't make me make you pinky promise to call if you need it.”

“Oh fuck off!” he hissed, making Potter smile. “I will, I'm just… I'm not used to that being an option, what with being a single dad with no parents and being, well, me,” he sighed. “And I hope you know that taking you up on this could essentially mean Scorpius basically moving in.”

“And yet it still wouldn't be enough for Albus,” Potter chuckled.

“No, probably not," he grinned. "Or Scorpius, come to think of it. I think he'd riot if I tried to make him stay away on a Saturday.”

“Maybe we should just bite the bullet and move in together,” Potter sniggered.

“Can you imagine?” he laughed, shaking his head.

But as Potter glanced in at their peacefully sleeping boys once more—looking so besotted it was disturbed his still-sensitive stomach—Draco realised that that actually, he could. He could imagine it far too well.

Oh, fuck.

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[thegirlwhowrites642]

What are your thoughts on silver trio?( ginny , Neville and luna)

I have so many things to say about this.

This is going to be a little Ginny-centric because she is the only really well-rounded character out of these three.

Ginny and Neville's friendship

The first time Ginny and Neville are properly associated as characters is with the Yule Ball situation (also known as that time Harry lost the golden opportunity of avoiding the Cho fiasco).

We know that Neville feels comfortable enough to ask Ginny to the Yule Ball but she is not his first choice, he previously asked Hermione. Now here there's a bit of speculation to do because we have no idea if Neville asked Hermione because he had a crush on her and then decided to go with a friend or maybe he was just closer in friendship terms to Hermione. But Ginny seems a bit embarrassed to be going with Neville, I'm mainly basing myself on the fact that she didn't defend him from Harry and Ron when they were making fun of him. I think many people forget that, like Harry, Ginny had her emotional growth in how she saw "the losers". Ginny and Neville seem to have bonded enough thanks to the Yule Ball and in OotP Ginny outright defends Neville, quite ironically from himself. This said, there's never a particular indication of them being close friends, in general, Neville's closeness with Harry too seems often exaggerated by the fandom.

Things supposedly change during DH, Ginny is the main leader of the rebellion at Hogwarts (I don't know why people forget this) and Neville seems to become the Hermione to her Harry. Traumatic experiences bring people together, and I bet leading an illegal group of teenagers against Death Eaters is an excellent bonding exercise. Neville also is canonically Albus's godfather and canon information at hand, including the Epilogue where it's Ginny that reminds James to say hi to Neville, I'd say that the choice of that godparent came more from Ginny than Harry.

Ginny and Luna's friendship

Some people seem to be convinced that Ginny and Luna were childhood friends, but this is not true. I think it comes from the fact that the Lovegoods live relatively near the Burrow.

At the start of OotP, it's Ginny who accidentally calls Luna "Loony Lovegood". This is not done with ill intentions, and Ginny soon corrects herself. But it shows how Ginny didn't really know Luna, and she instinctively called her the way she heard other people call the Ravenclaw girl. Then the two girls seem to become closer during this book. Yet, the relationship that is shown between them during OotP and HBP, looks more along the lines of the popular girl who defends the lonely one from bullies and takes time to talk to her and the isolated girl who because of this becomes overly attached to her. Ginny, just like Harry, seems to view Luna as this cute and funny three-legged puppy that needs to be protected. A weird little sister if you will.

As with Neville, things seem to change during DH and for the same reasons. So Luna becomes the Ron to Ginny's Harry. It's clear that Ginny trusts Luna and cares about her but this time it seems more of a genuine friendship than such an unbalanced relationship like before (Ginny's only true equal is Harry but I think I made it clear what I mean).

Ginny and Harry's third child is called after Luna, and again I think it's a safe bet to say that Ginny had more to do with that decision than Harry. I think it's a nice way to honor this kind of "girl-power" friendship and how Luna symbolized for both Ginny and Harry a growth in terms of how they perceived emarginated people.

Neville and Luna

We don't actually know anything about their relationship? But I think it's a given that they became close during DH. They also seem to have compatible interests (but it's not enough to ship them romantically, sorry folks).

The silver trio

In conclusion, these three became a proper trio during the worst of times, and isn't that how all the best friendships are born? They seem way more chill and self-aware than the golden trio and I think that because of this reason they would have a more solid friendship than the golden trio in like a muggle scenery with no wars and crazy things going around. They seem those kinds of people who would become friends at university and meet in a coffee shop at least once a week to do a summary of what's going on with their lives and they would be there for each other's important moments. I like it.

It took them more time to become friends because Luna is in a different house and Neville is in a different year, plus Ginny is very popular.

The main difference with the golden trio is that Ginny is not only the one with the leadership ability but also the glue in terms of friendship. In the golden trio, Harry is the leader but Ron is the one who keeps them together in terms of friendship and has the social skills. It's also true though, as I said before, that we don't know much about Neville and Luna's dynamic.

I have to say that this friendship is one of the reasons why Ginny reminds me so much of James Potter. James is shown as this "collector of outcasts" to whom he gives support and friendship and love. This seems what Ginny ends up doing.

#ginny weasley #neville longbottom #luna lovegood #harry potter #silver trio #thegirlwhowrites642HPmeta