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psychiclibrarian · 5 years

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HP FANDOM FIGHT ME

Hey uhhh i would like to say where the fuck is the Narcissa/Molly ship at HP fandom?? Yall are sleeping on probably the most badass ship of all time, and here me out ok?

· I know yall fuckin LOVE the angst, and the enemies/friends/lovers dynamic has a lot of potential? Drarry is good at this i guess, but DECADES of petty fighting and going against social norms of class for love??? Thats some Romeo and Juilet shit right there

· Yall have the firey, angry, small girlfriend and the tall, cold, shut off femme alright, this has so much potential

· They balance eachother out in a lot of ways: Molly is more emotional and firey, shes fiercely loyal, protective, and expressive (things Narcissa needs in her life, as she was forced into a box from her wealthy upbringing, showing no emotion and surround with people who would probably sell her out for a potatoe chip); Narcissa is more calm and collected, her soothing presence calms down Mollys easily ruffled feathers. Since she is a people person, she would be able to control Molly's temper and offer a inviting presence for Molly to rant and show affection to.

· Both of them are stubborn to a fault, however, but that would provide them with the opprotunity to learn to cooperate and listen to one another and, in turn, other people.

· They would literally gossip into the night about wizarding friends and celebrities

· Molly would be SO overprotective of Narcissa, and if ONE SI N G LE PERSON even LOOKED at her girlfriend the wrong way she would put them in their place

· Molly being too proud to except any expensive gifts from Narcissa, but Narcissa aint havin it

"I dont wANT it-"

"If you do not let me put this gold necklace around your neck then I'm LEAVING YOU. Come here NOW and BE GRATEFUL that you have such an AMAZING GIRLFRIEND."

· LiSTEN Molly and Narcissa after the war, and Narcissa reaches out to Molly to personally appologise to her about the loss of her children, and becoming acquaintances. They mail eachother a lot after Molly reluctantly agrees.

· They end up meeting for tea a couple times, and Narcissa eventually comes to the Burrow. She hides the disgust she has for the place, but after a couple times visiting, she realizes how beautiful it is as Molly is fussing about it and cleaning the house. She sees all of the traces of Molly and her children throughtout the house and comes to enjoy staying it, as it is far better than the vastly humongous, empty and haunting Malfoy Mannor.

· Narcissa realizing that she loves Molly when Molly is teaching her how to cook in the kitchen. She doesnt want to loose the friendship they have, and forces her feelings down deep into her heart because theyre both married to other men.

· SIDE NOTE: Molly teaching Narcissa to cook and other silly things that Narcissa doesnt know how to do because of her privledged childhood. The potential fluff!!!! Like them baking cupcakes or something and Molly smears icing on Narcissa because shes tired of hearing this woman complain about doing this when she has a house elf that could do it for her.

· And the class difference would be such a major plot point and add so much more drama!! Like Narcissa marrying into a lower class, and to a WEASLEY no doubt. Others would hate that Molly was marrying an ex-death eater that accumulated their wealth from harming others.

· Narcissa moving past her ingrained sence of homophobia, racism, and the idea that being 'strong' is to show no emotion (with help from Molly, of course)

· Distinguished Bi: Molly

· Disaster Bi: Narcissa

FIGHT ME ON THIS

· Mollys the top, dont @ me

Bonus:

· Harry and Draco are literally SHOCKED when they see their moms kissing in the kitchen, Draco screeches at the top of his lungs while Harry runs away from the scene, effectively scarring the shit out of everyone within a 5 mile parimeter

SOME ONE TELL ME IM NOT ALONE ON THIS SHIP!!

#narcissa malfoy #molly weasley #narcissa x molly #harry potter #draco malfoy #malfoy #narcissa black #lucius malfoy #aurther weasley

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justadaydreamingirl-blog · 5 years

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Came across this picture last night and I thought it was the cutest most perfect thing I’ve ever read! 😩😍

#harry potter #harry potter fandom #what if #muggle school #ron and hermione #science fair #aurther weasley

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dracoxgeorge · 3 years

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Learning| George Weasley

A/n- Im so sorry to whoever requested this for getting it out so late, my grandpa has been in the hospital- but im back on my feet and requests are still open! Thank you for the request! I hope you accept this with my apology!

Warnings : oral (female receiving), kissing, swearing and pretty much just fluff! Summary: George wants to learn something, but he needs your help. (I suck at summarys.)

Pairing: George weasley x fem!reader

You and George had been friends since 2nd year, you'd helped him and his brother distract a teacher for a prank and became nearly insuperable since.

Though, you were quite fond of George especially, you loved the way his eyes glistened in the sun, how the corners of his lips were tugged up after he'd see you.

You wouldn't go as far as to say you had a crush on the boy, but sure you'd flirt with him, a lot. and you wouldn't mind it if he liked you back

You loved being friends with the twins, they were immensely funny, never once would they fail to put a smile on your face.

"hey Georgie!" You called, throwing your arms over his shoulders, encasing him in a hug.

"mornin' darling, how are you?" He asked, motioning for you to sit beside him in the great Hall.

"Lovely, now at least. Angelina and Katie have been nagging me all morning to go to hogsmeade with them after classes today. Are you free after dinner?" You questioned, obliging and taking a seat beside him.

Fred was seated on the left of you, while their younger brother Ron and the youngest, Ginny, sat across from you.

"Only of that means we'll be alone." He answered with a suggestive wink.

"Oh, absolutely."

You had just left for Hogsmeade with Angie and Katie.

"soo, Yn, Fred told me you and George are going to be hanging out alone after dinner."

Angie said, nudging your arm with her elbow in the process.

"Uhm yeah actually, but he's always making things sound so, well you know, suggestive in any way he can.” You replied, while a pink tint flooded your cheeks.

“But that’s just George being George.” You continued.

George was a very flirty person, flirting with everyone, though he’d never managed to speak very clearly with you. He would stutter and cover it up with ‘oh uh sorry I breathed in wrong.’ and disregarded it like it was nothing.

You found it funny how you’d known each other for so long and he still became flustered with just your knee grazing his.

You and George had talking about ‘things’ before only you’d never even thought of going through with it, scared it would ruin your friendship. So instead you’d just joked about it as a way to cope with the loss of what has the potential to be an absolutely mind blowing relationship.

You two had kissed once or twice, but nothing more. The two of you called it ‘practicing’.

But there was something else George needed to practice.

George had recently been gifted a flip phone from his father, so instead of letters taking forever being delivered, and longer to get a reply.

Aurther had in fact given everyone in the family a phone, and so George has every one of his family members numbers.

ring

“Hello?” Bill answered, confused as to why there was no name.

“Hey, Bill, Its me, George.”

“How are you George, how are classes lately?”

“Uhm pretty good actually.”

As the pairs conversation sounded as if about to end, George made his move.

“Bill, I have a question. I’ve been meaning to ask you for a bit actually.”

“I’m all ears.”

“well, I wanted to know how exactly to go down on a girl.”

Bill paused, he was taken back for sure, but that was almost completely exceeded at the need to be excited for his little brother.

“First, might I ask who the lucky lady is?”

“Y/n, we had her over for Christmas last year.”

“No shit, looks like Fred owes me a few galleons.”

George’s face contorted into confusion, “You guys bet on us?”

“Yeah, even mum and dad had a go at it. Let me tell you, the tension was unbelievable, I remember it like it was yesterday. But besides the point, you guys only started snogging now!? Man, I assumed it started last Christmas.”

“Gee, thanks. So, can you help me?”

George was incredibly happy he didn’t need to have this conversation in person.

“I can try. It’s different for every women, George. I’d assume you know about the female anatomy?”

George nodded, forgetting for a second that he was on the phone. “yeah.”

“Her clit, make sure you’re paying attention to that. And don’t just, you know, lick it, you need to suck on it too, common misconception. Oh! Finger her as well, girls love that.”

George was very concentrated, as Bill continued, making sure to take notes in his head.

You had gotten back from hogsmeade after buying a beautiful set of lingerie. It was underwear and a bra, both black with white lace lining.

You knew right then and there that it was what you were going to wear under your clothes with George tonight.

After you had changed and made the girls promise to stay out of the dorms, you made your way to the great hall where you knew George was waiting for you.

“How was hogsmeade, gorgeous?” George asked, giving you no time at all to even sit down with him.

“Pretty good actually. What did you have going on?”

“Just- learning.”

You scoffed, “Since when does George Weasley willingly learn in his free time?”

“Well if you must know, I’ve found something that I’m quite passionate about.”

“Oh really? And what might that be Mr. Weasley?” You asked, taking a bite of your food.

“You’ll see.” He muttered.

All throughout dinner you couldn’t help but think about what might happen with you and George, until finally it had ended.

You guys had begun walking out of the great hall as you interlocked your fingers with his and lead him to the girl dorms, knowing full well it was empty.

You had made it to your dorm, sitting down on your bed, nodding for him to sit with you.

“We really are alone after all.” George said, sitting with you, watching as you lied down.

“Yeah, I guess we are.” you replied, watching him take off his robes.

“So, Georgie, what might you want to do all alone?” You asked slipping your robes off as well leaving the both of you in the rest of your uniforms.

“Well i have something in mind, and I know you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Oh really?”

“mhm.” He mumbled, laying down beside you.

“Hey George?”

“Y/n?”

“D’you remember kissing practice?”

“How could I forget.”

“I think I’ve forgotten d’you mind going over the material with me?” you asked with a wink.

“Who am I to deny you.” He answered, sending butterflies erupting in your stomach.

George chuckled softly at your now flushed cheeks before leaning in, you met him half way closing the gap between you two.

You knew exactly how to kiss George, after all you guys had practiced and not just once.

Your hands instinctively found themselves in Georges hair, pulling slightly earning a groan from him. To you, it felt and sounded like heaven on earth.

You hated to admit your small crush on your best friend but it was there, you could only hope that he felt the same.

after a near 10 minute make out, George pulled away.

“What’s wrong?” You asked while your face scrunched up in confusion.

“I’d like to try something knew, if its beyond your boundaries that’s totally fine and we don’t have to do anything,” He started, your heart was pounding, you were feeling a mix of confusion and excitement. “Go on.”

“I’ll get straight to the point, could I maybe go down on you?”

“I-Yes, please.”

“Um great, just a warning, I-Uh I’ve never done this before.” He added awkwardly.

“Don’t worry about it Georgie, I’ll help you.” You answered with a smile. You began shedding your clothing, one by one until you were in the sheer lingerie you had bought earlier today.

“You’re absolutely stunning, Y/n.” George’s comment made your cheeks visibly heat up. “Thank you George.” You said, biting back a smile.

You laid on your back in front of him, watching him crawl on top of you, giving you a small peck on the lips before moving down to your heat.

He slowly pulled your panties down, having you lift your hips to help.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop, alright, darling?” You nodded with a soft smile plastered on your face, watching him.

He licked a long stripe up your cunt, earning a groan from you.

George slipped his tongue inside you, licking and reaching everything he could while moans consistently slipped passed your lips. It felt as though their were dozens of cornish pixies flying all around your stomach.

“Fuck George, m-my-Fuck!” Just as you were about to instruct him, his tongue quickly slipped out of you and began kitten licking your clit. you felt sparks going off inside you.

Your body hips were moving relentlessly, so George moved his arm to sit on your lower abdomen, holding you down.

He gently sucked on your clit, before you felt something penetrate you, looking down to see he was simultaneously fingering you. You felt on top of the world.

George added a finger, and held a steady pace. He flicked your clit and began slightly nudging it with his nose.

He curled his fingers just slightly, hitting your g-spot and sending your back off the bed. He noticed how this motion effected you, so he decided to keep with that movement.

“Fucking hell, are you sure you’ve never done this before?!” You shouted, not caring whether or not anyone heard you.

You watched him look up, and with his signature cheeky grin and shook his head ‘no’. You felt those same pixies from earlier, you weren’t sure if it was the sensations his fingers were making you feel alone, or just the sight of seeing him in between your legs ( A sight you thought you’d only see in your fantasy’s) and with a wink dove right back in.

“Oh my god, fuck!” You yelled, gripping your bed sheets, positive you had somehow damaged the fabric. The words naturally slipped out of your mouth, as more sinful noises continued to tumble out of it.

“You like that?” George asked rhetorically, you nodded frantically with heavy breath.

“Yes, yes! Don’t stop Georgie, please don’t fucking stop!” George chuckled at your late reaction and sped up his fingers, he found that one spongey spot inside you, knowingly pushing on it, squeezing another moan out of you.

You had nearly screamed, muffling your face into the pillow.

“Fuck, George, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum George!” You yelled, feeling the coil in your lower abdomen tighten.

Your body began involuntarily began grinding into George’s fingers and mouth. You felt his nose press into your pubic bone due to your movements but that didn’t stop you.

“you gonna cum on my face, hmm, deary?”

“Yes, yes, yes, please George let me cum on your face!” You pleaded.

“Go ahead darling, cum all over my face,” He breathed.

You felt as if your were about to burst, you needed to let go and George’s dirty words weren’t helping you hold it in.

“I’m cumming, Georgie, oh my gods!” You screamed, letting everything go.

your orgasm washed over you. You held your breath, muffling you moan into the pillow. Your muscles tightened and untightened, legs shaking while the rest of your body began to spasm.

George rode out your orgasm while your body jerked.

“You can come u-up now George.” you said, patting beside you for him to lay down.

“So, was that any good?” He asked, looking over at him you sent a lazy nod along with a smile.

“George, that was the best head I’ve ever received.”

“A-are you cold?” George asked, confused. Looking down you saw that your legs were still shaking after your incredible orgasm that had still been sending shockwaves through your body.

“No,” you laughed, “But if you wanted to pull the covers over and take a nap, then yes I’m cold.” You answered with a yawn.

“Of course, my love.”

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v1olentdelights · 3 years

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She Doesn’t Like Wearing Socks to Bed

George Weasley x Muggleborn!fem!reader & Cedric x Muggleborn!fem!reader & minor Ginny Weasley x Muggleborn!fem!reader Trigger Warnings: It is very sad, um I think just heartbreak Summary: All you wanted was his time. Now all he want’s is you. a/n: This one took a while lol. I want to thank @myalupinblack for beta-ing this fic (is that how you say that?) and for giving amazing feedback! Love you all, I hope you enjoy reading! <3 - It is also loosely based on ‘When I Was Your Man’ by Bruno Mars

You had never planned to fall for the brave fiery headed Gryffindor. No one expected it, but for some reason you and George just worked. Well you did, recently things had gone astray. And it truly wasn’t anyone’s fault. George had become preoccupied with quidditch and planning for his shop with his brother. You were busy with tutoring alongside Cedric Diggory and studying for your exams. The worst part was that you saw it all happening, you watched yourself drift away from him. And you watched him leave you behind.

Spotting the red head down the hall you dashed off wrapping your hand around his waiting for him to finish talking. His hand felt almost limp in yours.

“George, can we talk this evening after supper?” “Um I don’t know if I can. I have quidditch practice and then catch up on homework.” he huffed out digging through his bag. “Well can’t you take off quidditch practice today? I mean you attend every single one and then practice even more.” You knew this would happen, that’s all that happens anymore ‘Oh sorry darling, I’m busy.’ “Darling, I can’t and you know that.” he turned to look at you, you saw the dark circles forming under his eyes. “It is important though.”

“Y/N I said I can’t.” he began walking off. “GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY!” spinning around to face you, his eyes were wide and his face was a bit red. “Meet me in the library at 7:00pm tonight.”

“Okay, I will see you then.” getting ready to go again. “Repeat it back to me so I know you remember.”

“7:00pm tonight in the library.”

You had eaten dinner thinking of what to say. Should you tell George that you love him but just not like you used to? Do you tell him you can feel the strain between yourselves? Does he feel the strain? “Hey Y/N!” Cedric smiled as he sat down across from you. “Are you alright?” “Yeah, I’m actually about to go on a walk. Would you like to join me?” He smiles even brighter and you can feel your stomach clench. Collecting your things, you and him drop your stuff off in your dormitories before heading out on your walk. With it being the autumn season it began to get dark and cold outside very quickly.

“Here, take my sweater.” Pulling on the sweatshirt you examined how it was well worn. The Hufflepuff patch was tearing off and the inside was slowly wearing away. Yet it still felt like the safest place on earth. George's arms used to feel like that. Simply waving away the thought you trudged on with Cedric.

As it drew closer to 7:00 you steered yourself and Cedric towards the library. You had felt somewhat guilty for enjoying the presence of Cedric. But at the same time did George even care? Trying to shed the sweater quickly Cedric was quick to pull it back up over your shoulders. “Keep it, you know how cold the library gets. Anyways we have tutoring tomorrow and you can return it then, if you want.” pulling you in for a quick hug. As he walks out the door you begin thinking about if he held you just a little bit longer. Sitting there alone with your thoughts was not beneficial, you began to think about all the time you and George would sneak out to the Black Lake and watch the stars. Or the times he would randomly burst into your classroom in 4th year telling the teacher he needed your help with school work; only to drag to a dark corner of the library and shower you with his love.

But then you thought about all the times Cedric randomly took you to Hogsmeade “for a break so your mind power doesn’t deteriorate too much.” When he would sit next to you during the quidditch games he wasn’t playing in. And how during those times he would hold onto your hand or had an arm over your shoulder. You and Cedric had both convinced yourselves that it was simply something friends did, and for a while that was all it was. You let your mind wander for a bit before selecting a book to inevitably get stuck on the same line.

It was 7:30 by now, George was supposed to be here. But he was nowhere in sight, it wasn’t unusual for him to show up late. So you let it slip. Then the time slowly slipped closer to 8 and you were worrying, what if he fell? Or maybe something got a hold of him. In such a place as Hogwarts that wasn’t very uncommon. Then as if he could hear your worried thoughts, there was George Weasley, running towards you. In his quidditch uniform, a sweaty gross mess. “I’m so sorry I am late. I didn’t think-”

“That’s exactly it George. You didn’t think!” you scoffed feeling your heart strings being pulled. “I asked you to do one thing, one simple thing! I asked you to not go to practice and meet me instead! But it seems you cannot even do that! I wanted to talk to you about our relationship, I needed to talk to you and have an actual conversation. Not a simple hello while passing in the hallways! I feel as though I don’t even have a boyfriend anymore George, this is taking a toll on me!” you whisper yelled

George stood there standing dumbfounded as you started crying, what was he supposed to do? It was quidditch season, and he couldn’t just skip practice. Looking over your broken figure, he wanted to hold you in his arms and make it better. But then he saw the emblem on the sweatshirt you were wearing, and a new found anger was incited in him. “Well it looks like you haven’t had any problems finding company.” he says sourly. It takes you a minute to register what he said. Looking down at your sweatshirt you find the famous Hufflepuff badger. “Did you just imply that I was cheating on you?” your voice was calm, almost too calm. It made George take a step back. “I-”

“YOU UTTER, INSUFFERABLE, PIECE OF TRASH GEORGE WEASLEY!!!! You know what SCREW YOU! I WAS GOING TO TRY AND FIX THIS BUT WE ARE OVER, I HOPE IT WAS WORTH IT!!” you all but screamed as you walked out the library door as Madam Pince watched it all go down.

You run off letting your feet carry wherever, you didn’t care as long as it was away from George. Ending up in the courtyard you sat down with you back to one of the benches looking up at the stars. Zipping up your sweatshirt you pulled on the sleeves, while holding yourself together. How could he suggest such a thing, you and Cedric were just friends. You had never been anything more, now does that mean you were denying that you felt butterflies around him sometimes. No, of course you did because he is “pretty boy Diggory” he was in the Triwizard tournaments. But George also had made you feel butterflies, though as the days went on it became less. What had you gotten yourself into? “Y/N? Is that you?” of course, Ginny came running out into the courtyard. “Y/N, what are you doing out here this late? Have- have you been crying?” she asks as she plops down next to you. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.” you sniffled scooting closer to her, laying your head on her shoulder. “Well, that’s alright. I’m here if you need me.” she reminds you as she lays her head on yours. “Thanks Gin.”

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Over the next few days you had taken time to recover, noticing how not once had George tried to talk to you. He didn’t even look your way. But then again what were you expecting? He had barely had enough time for you when you two were dating. You also hadn’t spoken to Cedric since that day either. You hadn’t wanted George to see you two together and go spiraling, but why did you care anymore? You and him were no longer together.

So what did it matter that you were now walking over to the Hufflepuff table. So what if you were sneaking up behind Hogwarts “Pretty Boy” to give him a giant hug. Who cared that all of the Weasley family was watching, who cared that now rumors would now be spread.

But George cared, he was trying to figure out how to apologize to you and try to make things right. Then you were walking across the hall, wrapped up in the Hufflepuff sweatshirt you had been wearing that night. You enveloped one of the people he feared would take you away from him. You dragged Cedric along behind you as you left the Great Hall, and with him you took his heart. Molly wouldn’t be happy, Ginny would miss you, who was to indulge Aurther in his various spirals about muggle things? Who would help believe in Fred and himself? You were everything, not just to George but to the whole Weasley family.

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It was as if the world hated him. Now that you didn’t want to see him, he saw you everywhere. What made it worse was that every time he saw you, you were either with Ginny or Cedric. Just because you and him broke up didn’t mean you couldn’t hang out with Ginny anymore. But he still loved you, and he knew he screwed up. The problem was now winning you back.

You were sitting in the courtyard while quietly reading and listening to music on your iPod. It was a Saturday meaning no classes, some students had gone to Hogsmeade while others stayed behind. George saw you on his way out, now deciding to instead stay behind and try to reason with you. Though it seems you had caught someone else’s eye as well, right as George worked up the confidence to walk over Cedric did as well. Taking a step back into the corridor he watched as you looked up seeing him. A smile lit up your face. The same smile that had once been reserved for him. You were on your feet slipping your headphones out and running towards Cedric. Within seconds you had jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his torso and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Had he missed something?

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him saw Luna walking with one of the oddest sweatshirts he had ever seen.

“Luna?” He quickly cleared his throat once he heard how shaky it was.

“Yes George?” She smiled politely, while he looked between you and Cedric who looked to be talking seriously, and Luna.

“Um, are Cedric and Y/N a couple? I mean not that I care, but are they?” The end of his sentence was very timid.

“I believe so, yes. Are you headed to Hogsmeade as well? I can accompany you if you’d like.”

“I think I am just gonna head back to my room. Thank you for the offer though.”

“Of course.” she smiled while skipping off. Looking back he saw you and Cedric sitting down on the bench, pressed close together.

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You and George had rebuilt your relationship to friendship, but nothing more. You were happy with Cedric, moving into a little cottage together after Hogwarts. George turned down every date in hopes that one day Cedric would do something wrong, or that you would realize you wanted to be with him and not “pretty boy Diggory”. You and Cedric were happy as you were, so much so that Cedric had decided to propose.

Grabbing the mail from the post box, George threw it on the table to be sorted later. Though something shiny caught his eye.

Please join us for the wedding celebration of Y/F/N Y/L/N and Cedric Diggory

He swore his heart stopped, his breath caught, he had read it over and over again. You were gone and there was really no getting you back anymore. The wedding was in 3 weeks as you and Cedric hadn’t wanted to wait any longer.

The day before the wedding George had written a letter and sent it, by evening it had reached your small little cottage. Cedric had been locking up the front door when an owl flew by, picking up the dropped letter he began to read.

Cedric,

I wanted to congratulate you and Y/N on the engagement, though I will not be attending. I ask that you don’t tell Y/N about this letter, but simply keep this between us. I know I don’t deserve it, but knowing Y/N this would ruin her. I wanted to let you know a few things before you get married.

Y/N’s favorite song is Magic Works by The Weird Sisters, though she’ll deny it every time you ask. She loves dancing to it in a very abstract manner, not caring one bit who’s watching. She loves it when you rub the back of her hand with your thumb. She’ll never ask but she almost always wants to be around you, so maybe when you are able just sit with her. Sometimes she feels lonely but she won’t tell you, but she does this thing with her face where she looks all upset. When you and her get into a fight, don’t say somethin you don’t mean. When it rains, pull her outside to jump in puddles, it makes her feel young again.

If you ever have a garden, let her help take care of it. She has always wanted a garden, and a cat. If you let her, she will take you on adventures you had never dreamed of. Yet they are better than anything. I hope you understand that if she trusts you, then you are special. She doesn’t like wearing socks to bed, the sound of fireworks, or writing in pencil. She loves random hugs, the sound of a lawn mower, the whistle of a kettle, the way a cat's fur feels against her hand. She loves the way it smells after it rains, and loves the sound the rain makes when it hits the roof.

Just, don’t forget the simple things mean the most. She is simply unique and lovely in every way. Don’t make her regret choosing you.

- George Weasley

“Cedric darling, are you alright. You’ve been out here a bit.” You asked, sauntering out into the dining room while looking for him.

“Hm, oh I’m alright. Sorry I just spaced out.” He tucks the letter into his back pocket. Before coming over and wrapping you in a hug dragging you off to your room. “Let’s head to bed now. It's our last night before we are married! We should be in bed.” he winks at you before slipping the letter into the top drawer of his dresser.

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mytheoristavenue · 2 years

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Peonies (Neville Longbottom) - Chaper 1.

This is the second part to a multipart Neville x OC story.

Summary: Marina and her father have tea before the Express leaves for the new semester.

Warning: Mentions of poor mental health, Dementia

Light poured into Marina's bedroom window like honey dripping from a wand. As she stretched out the tightness that sleep had gifted her muscles, the door to the room creaked open, allowing an older man, possibly in his early fourties to peer into the room. She smiled warmly at him as he pushed the door open fully.

"Dearest, you've got tea and breakfast waiting for you down stairs. Would you join me in the garden?" His voice was soft, almost as if her pressence made him nervous to ask for her companionship.

"Of course, Dad. I'd love to." Marina smiled again, stripping way her quilt before kicking into a set of slippers. She followed him down the stairs, and through the creaking house, passed the kitchen table. The pair both took their share in collecting the full, untouched dishes from the antique table before hauling them out to the small patio the hid beyond the kitchen. Settling the meal onto the table of a small cast iron furnature set, Marina smiled, taking in the gentle smell of the fresh dew on the grass.

"You seem in a good mood today, what's changed?" the man asked, taking a seat.

"I'm not sure, just a peaceful day, I suppose." She repiled, stirring sugar into her teapcup before bringing it to her lips to blow ito cool enough to sip.

"Merlin's beard," The man mumbled, bringing the Daily Prophet close to his eyes, adjusting his bifocles.

"What's the matter, Dad?"

He laid the the paper down for her to see, looking at her sadly. "The Quiddich World Cup was attacked last night. We were just watching it on the tele before bed, weren't we?"

"We were..." Marina respinded, setting her teacup dwon on it's saucer, before taking the newspaper in her hands, reading it aloud carefully.

"Breaking news, the Quiddich World Cup has endured a terroristic attack brought on by a rogue cult of Death Eaters. Sources say that infamous Hogwarts student, Harry Potter was in attendence, along with Hermoine Granger, and accompanied by the family of Ministry of Magic employee, Aurther Wasley. Also in attendence were Weasley's co-workers, Amos Diggory, and Lucious Malfoy, with their sons respectively. A full scale investigation by the Ministry is well underway, and the deathcount is still steadily climbing with the discovery of more bodies at the scene daily. Witnesses speculate that perhaps, the cult was after Bulgarian Seeker, Viktor Krum, or even intended to irradicate Potter and his co-conspiritors. No matter what the cause for the attack, we must hold the souls who lost their lives last night in high respect. More details will be provided once they come to light."

Silence fell onto the garden, human voices giving way to the warm summer morning. After a few minutes, Marina's father, uncompfortable in the quiet, piped up.

"Well, we best hurry and eat. We've got shopping to do, after all." He forced a smile, relieved when his daughter nodded in agreement. Although the situation seemed to have resolved itself on the surface, worse things still brewed in Marina's mind. The truth was, her father never was fond of hearing things he didn't like and tended to pretend that dismal things never occoured in everyday life. This was simply a side effect of his mental state, which had been ravaged by what doctors had described as a rare cache of early on-set dementia.

Thomas Rafferty had been a lonely chap most of his life, and lead a quaint, yet lonely existence. Born a muggle, with no prior knowledge of magic or what it was capable of, he became oddly obsessed with anything related to the fantastical from the on-set of puberty, and living in Ireland provided him with a plethora of lore after which to chase. His special interest, however, was captive by the ocean, or more specifically what near imaginary creatures could lie beneath the waves. This lead him to study marine biology in college to seek a certification with which we would relocate to Wales, in search of mythology.

If you ask for his recount, he'll tell you that what he sought was found days after settling into a lighthouse on the island. He'll spin a fantastical epic of love and fairy tales, detailing his chance meeting with a so-called Sea Morgan, and how he charmed the creature into becoming his bride. His stories never once sat well with his daughter, whom he named Marina after the shipping deck on which he'd been standing when he first happened upon his 'wife'. She, unlike her father, was rational and believed that, short of a spell, potion, or hex, anything can be explained in a scientific manner. She often grew tired and annoyed with the rose colored memory that he held onto for dear life, for she knew the truth. Marina was the daughter of a local prostitute who had taken advantage of Thomas, and once she was born, she was bestowed unto him, and her mother was never seeen again. That's what Thomas's mother had said.

Pulled from her thoughts by the sound of dishes crashing to brink tiles, Marina felt a sudden rush of panic until she found her father, still in blue and white striped pajamas, kneeling on the ground, hurriedly plucking shattered porcline from below.

"Father," she stood, concerned and radiating pity for the man, befor erunning to his aid. "Please stop, I will clean this up. What happened?"

Thomas looked her in the eye with a teary smile. "Dear girl, you mother's come back to us, can you believe it?" His hands trembled as he looked away and outstreched his arms toward the open air. "My love, you've found your way to my heart once again, come to me now and let me kiss your hand." His poetry to the empty space was nothing new, but it did tend to make Marina's heart sink to hear. The truth was, Thomas was a gentle, kind hearted man, and a loving father, and he never did anything to desrve the short comings he had. None the less, he had them, and by those means, so did she.

Gingerly, she collected the sharps of painted glass and carried them into the kitchen, setting them in a cabinet that played home to other dishes of the same fate. "Don't worry, Dad, we'll get some glue with we're out and I'll glue them back together once I see you again."

"That sounds wonderful, dear." Her father smiled, following her into the house, seemling unaware oh what he thought he'd just seen. "Now, we'd better hurry to Diagon Ally if you plan to catch the train on time."

#harry potter #harry potter and the goblet of fire #neville longbottom #nevile longbottom x reader #neville longbottom x oc #marina rafferty #thomas rafferty #slow burn #harry potter slowburn #hufflepuff #hogwarts #diagon alley

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blackphooka · 2 years

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unfortunately, i have never seen or read harry potter. my best friend (@alaesthetics) is a big fan of it so i know a lot from them but i just recently decided to really get into it. i'm watching the movies first so i can experience them without comparing to the books. i have just finished the sorcerer's stone and i had some thoughts. please enjoy my hp commentary pt 1. (under the clip)

(tw: some cursing, caps, and mentions of child ab*se ~ also some spoilers)

(disclaimer: i do not support j.k. rowling's rudeness and phobia to the lgbtq+ community. that being said, i can enjoy her books and the movies made from them. you can separate the art from the artist)

*dumbledore and minerva enter* ahhh yes, that old son of a bitch and his fantastic professor cat

*hagrid: breathes* me: protect him

*albus: they’re the only family he has* me: what about the gay wearwolf and azkaban prisoner???

*the dursley’s: do anything* me: bitch

Dudley needs to be uglier

*mr dursley: threatens harry* me: SOciAL SErviCEs

*harry sees a snake that was bred in captivity. Also harry: BIG MOOD am i right*

(regarding harry) This child is traumatized and really should be protected

*mr dursley: NO LETTERS!! Hogwarts: i think the f not*

HOW DID THEY JUST HAVE A RANDOM SHACK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN????

*harry: has no idea who this strange man is. Also harry: must still be respectful and polite*

*professor quirrell enters* me: VOLDY

*Gringotts bank* NoT aLL oF uS iNhERiTED enoUGH MonEy to buY ouT NaSa wHEn ouR paRentS diED

Diagon alley looks so amazing, i am in love

I WANT TO GO WAND SHOPPING TOOOOOOOOOO

HIS BROTHER WAND BELONGED TO VOLDYYYYYYY. I AM LOVING THE REVEAL AND THAT DESTINY SIDE PLOT

Baby harry is adorable

The twins, i love them

Harry “we’ll take the lot” potter is so extra and that is such a rich person move

Isn’t scabbers peter pettigrew?? The plot twist

Hermoine is needlessly stuck up in this scene, like if i was seeing this is 2001 with no prior knowledge i wouldn’t like her XD

*anything cool happens - ron: wicked*

THE SORTING TIMEEEEEEEEEE

Dude so when minerva said slytherin i was nodding my head like all “yeah that’s my house” then i look back at movie and draCO’s DOING THE SAME THING

*your house will be your family* me: OHANA MEANS FAMILY

*draco sees harry: friendo for power reasons!!! - ron laughs at him, draco: time to be a bitch*

Percy weasley’s adorable

*ron: slytherin’s evil* me, consults computer: MERLIN WAS IN SLYTHERIN AND HE HELPED KING AURTHER

I love how even the sorting hat told Harry that Slytherin being evil was just a stereotype, i think this scene is really interesting because it shows that when we let things like that get to us it can hold us back. Even if it ends up all right in the end.

Again, percy is great and i love him

GHOSTS

Ok so the gryffindor painting that asks for the password is exactly how i pictured her

The cat that plays minerva is adorable

Why does snape have my hair?

Also HERMIONE PUT YOUR HAND DOWN YOUR NAME ISN’T HARRY

This movie is feeding my owl obsession - (gasp) am i an owl gay??

Little emma watson is adorable, i really can’t get over how cute she is

Ok so the flying teacher LOOKS like a flying teacher, i can’t explain why she does. She also looks like your cool lesbian aunt

Poor neville

OOOOOOO DRACO SAID ASS

*what an idiot* same girl

*you don’t know how to fly* harry: flies perfectly

I love how minerva sees harry and is like “i could turn you in BUT we need a seeker”

(gasps) I JUST SAW A GRYFFINDOR AND SLYTHERIN HAPPILY STUDY TOGETHER AND IT WAS SO SWEET

Don’t they have maps for the first years??? I mean it would make sense because the staircases move so that way students would know alternate ways of getting where they were needed

I keep having to remind myself that these voices are the actor’s natural accents, i’m so used to americans faking british accents

Also, i am so glad that i finally know how quidditch works

I love oliver

*laviOsa not lavioSAR*

Ok, i take back what i said about hermione earlier, i feel bad for her now. She really does have a lot riding on her because she’s muggleborn

*hermione is in danger - ron: eh, ok*

Minnie i love you

*snape enters the room* me: bitch

*harry gets a a present that is very obviously a broom - harry; it’s a broom???* me, laughing: you dumb bitch i love you

Some People: if you’re blonde, you’re slytherin - slytherin: brunette dominated house

SNAPE’S JINXING THE BROOM. I actually already knew this happened because mom’s watched this before

HERMOINE JUST SET HIS CLOAK ON FIRE, YAASSS QUEEEN

Half of what hagrid says is just “shouldn’t have said that”

I wanna play that magic wizard chess thing

CHARLIE WAS REFERENCED

Filch: you can’t hide - harry: BET

The mirror showing lily and james made me cry

Harry, has this life changing revelation about his parents - ron: i look amazing

Hp: sorcerer’s stone - me: you mean the midas touch/fountain of youth?

I love how hagrid just gets everything from pub strangers

*high pitched girl scream - camera pans over to draco*

Draco:wearewolves! - me: REMUS MY BOI

I lowkey want hagrid’s job of keeping care of magical creatures

Draco: wait till father hears about this! (and) pottah! - me: and so it begins

Ooooo floaty figure drinking the blood of a unicorn, good old voldy - centaur to save the day!

The trio, about to sneak out - neville: going somewhere?

I LOVE the giant ass chess board that they have to get across

There’s so much little foreshadowing in this movie and i love it

I didn’t realize that the queen piece was the queen at first so like go off androgynous queen

*quirrell takes off his turban* voldy: hEy sisTERS it’s FAce REveaL tiME

also I take back what I said about snape jinxing Harry's broom earlier, I had misinformation. BUT I STILL DON'T LIKE HIM

I wanna eat the sorcerer’s stone, it looks tasty

*quirrell turns to stone and cracks to dust* harry: miss keisha? Miss keisha? Oh nvm she freakin dead

Ok so slytherin won the house cup pretty fairly and then albus looks at gryffindor and goes “i will award you with points for something that should have been kept secret and also for things that all the other houses have but you’re my favorite so you get to win” AND JUST TAKE THE CUP RIGHT FROM SLYTHERIN???? LIKE WHAT????

*finished* All in all that was an amazing movie and i can’t wait to see the next one!

#harry potter #harry potter and the sorcerer's stone #movie review #commentary #highly recommend #long post #starkid avpm #books #movie discussion

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slygirl666 · 3 years

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Call me your love

The beginning

Fred Weasley x Lestrange!reader

historical au: 1800′s

warnings: none for this chapter, will eventually be an 18+ story. probably not historically accurate, I kinda don't care

will most likely be on Wattpad too (might change the name please help me with it)

An eight year old Y/N Lestrange walked with her mother to their carriage. It was a rare time she was allowed out of the manor. They had stopped in a dress shop because Lady Lestrange needed to get Y/N a dress that was appropriate for a funeral.

The Funeral of the Mr. and Mrs. Potter, a well respected wealthy family. Though Y/N didn’t know them she did know that they were dear to cousin Sirius’ heart. So dear that their nine year old boy was left in his care.

Sirius had invited his own family seeing how the potters didn’t have any living.

Y/N sat as still as possible while an older lady took measurements of her and her mother looked at materials.

When Y/N had gotten back into her proper clothes she sat patiently waiting for her mother to finish. She played with the pendant that fell over her dress.

When her mother was finished she walked out to the busy streets of london she felt a hand on her wrist as she was pulled away from her mother.

She was pulled behind a shop where she was met with the dirty face of a young boy slightly older than her whose smile spelled trouble.

“Do you have money, miss?” the boy whispered almost ashamed. His eyes not meeting hers. She took a moment to take in his appearance. His trousers had holes in them, he was barefoot on the dirt street, his bright orange hair had dusty areas in it.

“No I don't,” Y/N almost felt bad for him. She looked for something to give him before reaching for her necklace. “Why do you need the money, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“My family has none, miss, see I have six siblings,” his hazel eyes finally met your tears in them with a hint of shame. “We might starve if my brothers and I don’t find away to get money for them.”

So Y/N Lestrange made the decision to unclasp the necklace and put it in his hand, “sell it, it can get you a few galleons.”

“I’ll never forget this, miss I’ll owe you for the rest of my life.

Y/N finally hears the distant yell of her mother, “i have to go.”

She walked off and the little redhead boy knew he would never see her again.

***ten years later***

An eighteen year old Y/N sat in a carriage with her cousin Sirius Black and the boy Harry Potter as the view of the Lestrange manor became smaller with each turn of the wheel.

Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange had died of an illness that went undetected until it was too late.

Y/N sat silently in the seat of the carriage, her parents weren’t the most loving. She was mostly raised by a nanny, rather than being educated she was encouraged to do more ladylike activities like needle point and music. But they were her parents, her blood.

Her aunt Andromeda had married poor and was disowned so she could not live with her, her aunt Narcissa’s husband was much too busy a man for another child to be around.

Her cousin Sirius said he had more than enough room for her to stay, with a cousin she didn’t know hours away from her childhood.

Sirius had fallen asleep an hour into the ride, Harry Potter finally spoke. “Miss Lestrange, I know it isn’t much but I do understand. Living with Sirius is an interesting time yes but I do hope we can be friends.”

“That would be nice and given the circumstances of our situation why don’t you call me Y/N” she tried her best to smile.

“Only if you agree to calling me Harry.” he smiled.

The two sat for the other hour of the trip with polite conversation between the two of them.

When the carriage came to a halt the redhead man came down to open the doors, Sirius laughed. “We aren’t normally so formal but we are trying to make a good impression here.”

Sirius waved his hand in the direction of the tall stocky man with his red hair tied lowly behind him. “This is Charlie Weasley, he is our driver, when he is not doing that he can be found in the farm.”

“Goodday, miss Lestrange it is exciting to meet you,” he helped her out by hand.

“That is very kind of you to say.” she smiled as she walked off with her cousin.

Sirius opened the door to Grimwald manner and yelled out, “Ginniveria!”

A thin girl in a simple dress that went to her calf walked in. she looked to be around your age which excited you. “yes Sirius, and you know it's Ginny.”

Y/N was startled at the lack of formality, but eased as Sirius laughed and apologized. “This is Ginny Weasley, she does a lot of the house keeping, she will be showing you around.”

Sirius dismissed himself as Harry said he must be off to study, nodding shyly to Ginny.

“Well miss Lestrange, I can show you around, your room is prepared, but the boys will be bringing your stuff up so we can see the grounds.”

Y/N followed the excited girl as she spewed facts about what was in the house and her family. She learned that all the weasleys but two worked in the house, her mother was the cook, her father repaired around the house with the youngest of her brothers, two of them worked the stables and Charlie took care of the farm animals.

To Y/N it seemed like a lot of people doing so many things.

When they reached the stables Ginny called out for her brothers, “Fredrick, George!”

That's when all of a sudden a young man with bright red hair appeared behind them spooking his sister and Y/N in the process. Ginny hit him with her arm, “fredric you absolute pr-”

“No no sister,” he tisked at her, “we have to make a good first impression don't we?”

He gave her a wink she scoffed, “cause you're doing so well aren't you?”

“Feisty, ain't she?” she took her hand bringing it to his lips eyes locking with hers. “Frederick weasley Miss Lestrange, Happy to meet you.”

“Well Frederick. I do enjoy horses and think you will be seeing me quite a bit.”

“I'll look forward to it,” something in his hazel eyes was awfully familiar though she couldn’t quitte place why. Ginny grabbed her wrist pulling her back to the house.

Ginny led Y/N to her room, multiple trunks containing her entire life were there. “Could you help me unpack?”

“Yes miss,” she smiled, opening one of them expertly making her way around the room. “You know other than my mother who hardly counts, I’m never around other girls. I do hope we can be friends.”

The thought of making friends with a girl who worked for her would have scandalized Y/N’s mother. But she had never had any friends her own age other than her cousin, “I think I’d like that, call me Y/N please.”

Ginny smiled and continued helping her unpack, Y/N looked around the room, some one had put flowers on the dresser that she recognized from the field outside. Y/N smiled knowing Ginny placed them there.

“I should go help Mum set up for supper, I’ll come get you beforehand.” Ginny walked out closing the door, it was funny she had only just arrived today and they treated her so warmly.

Y/N moved to the chest that she knew carried her more casual dresses moving to take off her heavily layered dress.

That in itself took a good amount of time, after redressing she moved to the vanity beginning to take out the intricate pins and overly done curls, running a brush through them. Struggling to put it up.

With a knock at the door Ginny entered the room. “Do you want some help?”

Y/N nodded letting Ginny take the brush before putting delicate braids on either side of her hair tying it back with a grey ribbon.

They walked together to the dining room. Y/N was surprised to see the large family of redheads also sitting at the large dining table. She knew her parents would hate it, she smiled to herself. Her cousin was so kind to the people who work for them she almost wondered why.

But she sat happily joining them for supper.

* * *

Waking up in a room that wasn’t her own was a strange feeling, Ginny opened the room's curtains before getting a simple shirt and long skirt for her to wear.

“You’ll be joining Harry in his studies today,” she made the bed as Y/N got out of it. “Your afternoon is free.”

“But i-”

“Hurry now, breakfast will be finished in a minute.” Ginny helped her get into her skirts, getting as Y/N buttoned up her shirt to the neck. Putting her hair back into a subtle half up style.

The two girls went down the stairs chatting. Like the night before the Weasley family was at the breakfast table.

Harry and the youngest Weasley boy were having a conversation, the twins, Frederick and George, recalled laughing at the expense of Charlie Who seemed annoyed. While Molly, Sirius and Aurther had a quiet conversation. Ginny sat next to one of the twins leaving an open space on the edge of the table. Y/N sat eating her breakfast quietly just observing the odd way everyone interacted.

“Miss Lestrange, how did you settle in on your first night?” one of the twins turned his attention to her. Taking a sip of her tea noticing the sudden silence.

“My first night was well,” she smiled at him sweatley. “You all have been very inviting, I’m grateful for that.”

“And your room?” Sirius smiled at her.

“It’s lovely, Ginny has lovely taste.” she laughed, winking at the redhead girl.

There was a knock at the door. Ginny excused herself to answer the door. Behind ginny a tall man with dusty hair and a scared face walked in.

The adults greeted him with a warm ‘remus’ but the weasley kids and Harry called out ‘mr.Lupin.’

He smiled at everyone greeting them by name, “you must be miss Lestrange, i'm the tutor you will be working with.”

You hesitated before thinking better of telling everyone one about your education status.

When the Weasleys began to excuse themselves you spoke up, “cousin, may I have a word?”

“Of course Y/N what seems to be the problem,” sirius looked concerned as he set his tea down.

“Well, you see my mother was a bit old fashioned when it came to where a woman should stand in society,” you started as Sirius nodded. “They did not let my nanny educate me past basic reading, enough to write a simple letter even. I’m just afraid that I won’t be able to keep up with Harry.”

“Yes, I can see where that is a genuine concern,” he smiled warmly. “If you would like I could look to find you a different tutor willing to work at your speed. I would use Remus but Harry's studies take a lot of his time and he has other students.”

“That would be wonderful, cousin sirius,” you smiled sweetly to him.

“Y/N, given the fact we are family you could call me just Sirius.” you felt a wave of relief wash through you.

That's when Ginny ran back into the dining room, “Mum needs me to pick up more fruits from the store. May Charlie and I go?”

“Of course Ginny, Y/N why don’t you go see the town with Ginny,” you looked taken aback. To go into town unsupervised. “Charlie will be with the two of you.”

“We can go to mrs.Kranes,” Ginny turned her attention to Sirius. “Y/N doesn't really have any simple dresses.”

“That's great Ginny,” You watched as Sirius pulled out a key and unlocked a box. He pulled out a coin pouch handing it to you. “Enough for two dresses for you, and one for Ginny if she would like something.”

Ginny grabbed your hand pulling you outside to the farm, “Charles!”

The closer we got to the more we could hear the Squeal and heavy breathing of a pig, “what’s wrong Gin?”

“We have to go get things for mum from the town.” her voice flattered seeing charlie hold a small piglet. “Ask Fred, He shouldn’t be too busy and he knows how the carriage works.”

“All right charlie, tell us when the litter is born.” Ginny turned to the door leading you to the stables.

“Freddie!” you took note that Ginny really liked yelling when she called for her brothers. “Charlie said you were the driver while May was having her baby’s.”

Both twins walked out of stalls across from each other. “Okay, where are we going?”

“Nice try George,” Ginny smiled to the one on the right. “Fred get ready we'll be ready in an hour.”

Ginny once again pulled you back to the manor.

#fred weasley #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley x reader #harry potter fan fiction #weasley twins #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #harry potter #fan fiction

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callingitaday · 3 years

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Sweetness

Pairing : Fred Weasley x reader (fem)

wc: 2K+ Warnings : none.. I think

Gif owner: fgweasley

6 months. 6 months since the battle. 6 months since Lord Voldemort killed your family. 6 months of nightmares and sleepless nights. 6 months of wanting it all to end.

*flashback *

“No! No! What are you doing here? I told you to stay away” you yelled as your parents stepped onto the battlefield.

“ We’re here to help honey” your mom spoke

“We need everyone to fight. He can’t win. Everything will be alright, we love you” your dad finished.

“Y/N help!” Neville yelled. Running over to help fight off a death eater when you hear your mom's screams echoing through the chaos causing you to turn around and let out a blood curdling scream. You see Voldemort killing your parents, making you drop to your knees.

“MOM” you cried out

Voldemort turns his attention to you. Immediately you stand to fight, tears clouding your sight before arms are wrapped around your waist lifting you off the ground.

“We need to go” Fred yelled as you fought against him.

*end of flash back*

Since your family was now gone, the Weasley's have taken you in as their own. Miss Weasley or Molly as she keeps reminding you ensures that everything will be okay and you always have and forever will be a part of this family. You appreciate hearing this as it helps you while transitioning into this new beginning.

Fred checks on you multiple times throughout the day, which gets annoying sometimes but you love him so it’s okay. You know he knows something is wrong but didn’t know what or why I wouldn’t tell him why. Fred was your best friend, he was a year older but I didn’t really seem to matter. You told each other everything but you couldn’t seem to tell him about the nightmares or the fact that you were completely and utterly in love with him. Which is the way you’d like to keep it.

As another nightmare penetrated your mind, you were awoken in a cold sweat and tears daring to fall. 3 AM you sigh, quietly making your way downstairs to make some tea. Leaving a smell light on as you made your way to the front porch the cool air felt very welcoming against your burning skin. As you said that you let your mind wander free. Thinking about simple things like how summer days were hot and the evenings were cool, how lively the house always was, how the house always smells like a bakery because Mrs. Weasley makes something new to try every day. But also thinking about the battle of Hogwarts. To your parents, to everyone and everything you lost.

Due to being zoned out you weren’t exactly aware of the things around you. The stairs begin to squeak under the weight of someone making their way down.

“Y/N? What are you doing? It's almost 4 in the morning” Fred's sleepy voice came from behind you.

“Couldn’t sleep” Fred came up next to you before sitting down.

“ is everything okay?”

You sat there in silence as you thought how to answer, you didn’t really know and didn’t really wanna cry anymore.

“Y/N?” Fred spoke quietly

“sorry, I’m fine” now resting your head on his shoulder

“ you’re lying come on tell me what’s going on”

“Fred…’ A silent tear falling ‘I’m sorry I can’t do that right now. Just sit with me”

“Okay but when you’re ready I’m ready” Fred pulls you into a hug kissing your forehead. He held you for a while and once he was satisfied that you would be heading back to bed too he himself headed upstairs. Soon enough you too made your way up to bed. Letting your head hit the pillow, your eyes close. As you let the tiredness take over, hoping tomorrow will be better.

It was still early when you woke back up. The girls were still sleeping and you could hear the quick chirping of the birds outside. Quietly changing into some shorts and a t-shirt before making your way downstairs. Peeking into Ron's room as you passed, both Ron and Harry were still dead asleep and Ron was snoring quite loudly causing you to giggle a bit.

Molly was starting to make breakfast “Oh! Good morning dear”

“Good morning” you spoke gently as you entered the kitchen. “Fresh tea is on the table” Molly added, you responded with a smile before taking a seat at the table.

“Morning boys”

“Morning” they said in unison. George never took his eyes off the paper they were working on but Fred looked up. He tilted his head a little, giving you a smile. You look down at your cup, taking in a deep unsteady breath before looking back up at him. Forcing a small smile while taking a sip of your tea. Molly slowly started putting breakfast on the table and yelled up the stairs that breakfast was ready. You weren't that hungry but still grabbed a biscuit.

Fred kept looking at you, a sweet but concerned look covered his features as he observed you picking at your food and tinkering with the cup of tea. Wanting to be out from under Fred's gaze you got up and dumped out the old tea to make a new cup. “Not hungry dear? Is everything okay?” Molly asked. “ eh, not really but I'm okay. Just a bit tired” you gave a reassuring smile.

“Alright, im here is you need anything”

Heading out to the front porch for some fresh air, taking a seat in one of the old rocking chairs. Not long after the screen door snapped shut and the porch squeaked just a little under the wait of the person approaching. You stayed in your own little world, never looking up from your cup. In all honestly you didn't have too, you knew who it was the second he walked through the doorway. You could smell him, he always smelt like fire embers and sweets, and to be frank it was a bit intoxicating for you. He didn’t say anything as he sat next to you. You knew what he wanted, what he was thinking. You knew he wanted to know about the nightmares but at the same time he didn't want to pry.

“ i’m sorry. I know that if I asked you, you would have listened and tried to help. I didn't want to bother anyone with my problems. Everyone that day lost someone they cared about, I'm not special because I lost my parents. This is my burden and my burden alone. But these nightmares that invade my head are slowly killing me” you paused, finally looking over at Fred. He sat with tears in his eyes, a few of your own fell down your cheek at the sight.

“Every night I watch him kill them. I watch as the light dies in their eyes. Every night I'm back at the battle. Every Night i hear the deafening screams of everyone there” shaking your head as you quickly wiped your face, taking a deep breath.

Fred grabbed your hands in his own “I’m sorry you felt like you had to go through this alone but you're being too hard on yourself. It is okay to grieve your parents and our friends. It's okay to be sad. It's all okay but what's not okay is letting these feelings destroy you. I'm here for you, everyone in this house is here for you, but I'm here whether it be at 2 in the afternoon or 2 in the morning.”

You pulled Fred into a hug and whispered a thank you as he gripped you tighter.

The summer day continued as normal. The boys decided to play little mini quidditch games while you, Ginny, Hermione and George’s (she is not my girlfriend!) girlfriend Angelina sat out sunbathing watching them play. A letter from Charlie had arrived in the afternoon insisting that he needed Molly and Aurther to come out for something very important though he didn't say what it was. This led to Molly giving us all a very stern talking about how we needed to be on our best behavior, absolutely no funny business, to not burn down the house and they would be back in a day or two.

As the evening approached Ron helped Harry set up something called a projector so that we could watch some movies outside around a fire. George had brought out some whiskey to sip on and this is where things started to get a little awkward for you. Only 4 blankets were set up. One for each couple and apparently one for you and Fred to share.

After this morning, Fred was keeping an even closer eye on you than before. Being around him on a day to day basis was hard enough but now you're just in a constant state of butterflies and embarrassment. He's caught you staring like a dozen times today and now you had to sit next to him and act like everything was fine while the couples paid more attention to each other than the movie.

You tried to make yourself comfortable but nothing was working. Even tried to lay down but your arm kept falling asleep. Eventually you gave up and just pulled your knees up to wrap your arms around them and lay your head on your knees.

“You can lay your head on me….. If- if you want too” Fred whispered, close enough that you could smell the whiskey on his breath. Hesitant at first but giving in and not moments after you laid your head in his lap that you fell asleep.

“y/n… y/n'' you jolted awake as Fred said your name. “ Hey you're okay, yeah” He talked low and slow as he tucked some hair behind your ear. Finally sitting up and looking around, the movie was still playing and only George and Angelina were gone.

“What happened?”

“You were starting to whimper and saying no over and over again and you had a pretty good grip on my - umm- my thigh”

“Oh.. Im sorry” that was all you could say, you knew it was because of the nightmare. “Its okay”

“I think I should go to bed” you blurted out

“Yeah, yeah sure I'll walk you up” Fred said as he stood and reached his hands out to help you up.

You just stood there for a moment while you stared down at your now intertwined hand before looking up at him. His lips were already formed in an admiring smile which you copied before setting your other hand just above his wrist and setting your head on his upper arm. Fred leaned down and kissed the top of your head “come on”

Fred only let go of your hand when you got to the stairs to allow you to go up first. Your courage began to build with each step up you took, finally at the top you stopped and turned on your heel to face Fred. Almost face to face with him but even with you on higher ground he was still taller. Your eyes flickering between his and his lips. Steadily bringing your hands up to his face before planting your lips on his. He was definitely taking back but quickly recovered and his hands gripped your hips and pulled you closer to him.

Both only stopping because oxygen was much needed. Slowly you open your eyes only to see Fred's got this shit eating grin plastered across his face. You laughed “what?”

“Oh nothing, you know you should just feel so lucky to have been able to kiss me”

“FRED!” you smacked his chest as he erupted in laughter before putting his hands in the arm in defense “Im kidding! Only kidding”

“Can I stay with you tonight?” you say in a hushed tone

“Of course you can sweets”

“Mhm sweets? I kinda like it”

“ oh yeah? Well I would call you that all the time if you were mine” Fred stated matter-of-factly. You set your hands on each side of his neck “Promise?”

“Promise” he repeated back to you as he lifted you up causing you to let out a yelp and wrap your legs around him. He slowly made his way to his door before opening it and stepping inside. Shutting and locking it before leaning over the bed, laying you on your back.

He gave you a few more small kisses before taking off his shirt and laying next to you and pulling you close to him.

You couldn’t believe this was happening but you were more than ecstatic. Maybe now those nightmares would stop, maybe now you wouldn't dread going to bed. Maybe now everything would be okay. Still with your head on his exposed chest you thanked him for everything and that if this was actually happening that he would always be enough for you just the way he was because he was now your sweet boy.

“Always my sweets” was the last thing spoken before sleep took both of you.

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fanfics4all · 4 years

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For Who We Are

Request: Yes / No hello! Could I request a Ginny X fem reader where the reader is gonna meet Ginny’s family and she is a really nice/mellow Slytherin? At first they judge her but once they get to know her they love her. 🥺Maybe set in Order of the Phoenix (NOBODY DIES) just a bit of angst then fluff! 🤍✨ Anon

Requests are open <3 Have a nice day/night

Ginny Weasley x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1216

Warnings: Nothing I think

Y/N: Your Name

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I’ve been secretly dating Ginny Weasley for a year now. She wanted to keep it a secret from her family because I’m a Slytherin and she knows how they feel about that. But when she found out that I wasn’t going home for Christmas because my parents were going to visit my older brother she begged me to come meet her family.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to cause any problems.” I said nervous.

“No one should be alone on Christmas.” She said and I sighed.

“If any problems come around I think I should leave.” I said.

“There won’t be any problems, I promise.” She said and kissed my cheek.

“Alright love.” I said and went back to reading.

Christmas vacation came quick and I was walking with my case to the train. Ginny and I were meeting in the compartment and I found her already there. She smiled at me and helped me push my trunk next to hers.

“Are you ready to meet my family?” She asked and I nodded.

“I’m a bit worried to be honest.” I said, playing with my fingers. Ginny placed her hand over mine and I looked up at her.

“Trust me, everythings gonna be alright.” She said with a smile on her face.

“Whatever you say love.” I said. The two of us had a compartment to ourselves which was very nice. Ginny laid on my lap while I was studying and she was reading a book one of her brothers gave her. It was a quiet ride, but I think both of us were nervous about her not only coming out to her family, but also dating a Slytherin.

“Your parents do know I’m coming right?” I asked suddenly.

“Yes, but I said you were a friend, I wanted to tell them in person.” She said and bit her lip. I smiled down at her and pecked her lips.

“I understand.” I said and we went back to reading.

Finally the train ride ended and we met her family on the platform. They looked at Ginny and I in shock and I slightly bit my lip. No one said anything. It was just them looking at me awkwardly and me not knowing what to say or do.

“This is Y/N, my girlfriend.” Ginny said and took a hold of my hand. I know she said she wanted to do it in person, but I thought she meant at her house!

“Your girlfriend?” Fred and George asked, shocked.

“Yes, my girlfriend.” She answered with a smile.

“But she’s a Slytherin!” Ron said.

“Ronold!” Mrs. Weasley said.

“Come alone dear, let’s get going.” She said and we all followed her to the car. We surprisingly all fit in easily. The drive to their house was filled with awkward silence. Ginny kept her hand intertwined with mine, mostly to keep it from shaking with nerves. When we got to their house it was very interesting. It looked like it should fall over, but was probably being kept up by magic. It was nothing compared to my house, but I was in love with it. Ginny pulled me inside, following the rest of her family. The inside looked just as homey as I thought it would be. My house wasn’t homey like this, but it wasn’t empty like a lot of rich people’s houses were. I mean, it’s not like we lived in a mansion.

“Wow, this place is amazing.” I said looking around in awe.

“Bet it’s nothing compared to your mansion.” Ron said, rolling his eyes.

“Actually I live in a cottage.” I said and they looked at me confused.

“But aren’t you rich?” Fred and George asked.

“I wouldn’t say we’re rich, but we’re definitely more well off than other people.” I said.

“Really? Where?” Mr. Weasley asked.

“Whimple, my parents went to visit my older brother this year.” I answered and he smiled.

“Not what I expected.” He said.

“Aurther!” Mrs. Weasley scolded.

“Ginny, why don’t you show Y/N to your room.” She said turning to us with a smile. Ginny nodded and led me up a few flights of stairs.

“Hermione will be staying in here with us as well.” She said.

“Well you know that’s not a problem with me.” I smiled as I placed my trunk down on one of the beds.

“I know, just letting you know.” She smiled.

“I have to go help Mum with the cooking, you can unpack then come down if you like.” She said.

“Can I help? I know my way around a kitchen pretty well.” I said.

“Really?” She asked, slightly shocked.

“Yes, I would always help my Mum with the cooking as well.” I said and she smiled.

“Sure, there’s a lot to do before dinner.” She said. The two of us made our way down and Mrs. Weasley looked at the both of us.

“Mum, can Y/N help?” Ginny asked.

“Oh dear she’s a guest in our home, she doesn’t need to do any work.” She answered with a kind smile.

“If you need the help I would love to, I honestly love cooking.” I said and her smile grew a bit.

“We could use the help Mum.” Ginny said.

“Oh, alright.” She said and gave us each some tasks. With the three of us cooking dinner was finished rather quickly. It was actually fun. Mrs. Weasley asked me about my home life, what I was interested in, and how Ginny and I started dating. She warmed up to me pretty quick and apologized for how her family was acting towards me.

“It’s fine, honestly. I know my house’s reputation.” I said as we were setting the table.

“Mum is dinner ready yet?” Ron asked, walking into the room with Harry and Hermione behind him.

“Yes it is, go get your brothers and wash up.” Mrs. Weasley answered. They nodded and rushed off.

“I’ll go get your Father, you girls wash up.” She said and we nodded. Ginny took me back into the kitchen and the two of us quickly washed up. We walked back out and everyone was sitting down, ready to eat. Ginny sat down next to Ron and I sat next to her.

“So, how did you two get together?” Ron asked.

“I was studying in the library and I had a book that Ginny needed. We ended up studying together, which became a common event. Those study sessions turned into dates.” I answered.

“I was a little scared at first since Y/N is a Slytherin, but she’s nothing like most Slytherins.” Ginny said with a smile.

“Does she like pranks?” Fred asked with a smile.

“I’ve been lucky enough to see some of your pranks, especially on Malfoy.” I answered and his and his brother’s smiles grew.

“You don’t like Malfoy?” Harry asked.

“Merlin no, he’s so incredibly arrogant it’s quite annoying.” I said. Harry, Hermione, and Ron smiled.

“I thought all Slytherins liked him.” Ron said.

“No way, some of us have brains.” I said and they laughed. Everyone seemed to warm up pretty quickly to me. Ginny seemed relieved that they liked me and were accepting her for who she was. Hopefully the two of us would be happy for a long time.

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the-hufflepuff-cupcake · 3 years

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Chapter One

" I was Seven and you were Nine I looked at you like the stars that shined, like pretty lights."

"Daddy! When can Dora and me go meet our new neighbors?" A seqven year old Lilac Tonks asks her father "Soon Lils" Dora says as she was carying a box from the car. Lilac had been jumping up and down from the excitement. Her hair had changed from its original light brown to a very bright yellow which was usually the color that it turned when she was super excited. "Okay Lilac, are you ready? " my older sister asks. "YES let's go!!" She yells while grabbing her older sisters hand and trying to drag her to the funny looking house with all the red headed kids playing outside. "Dora! I'm so excited to meet them! Do you think their nice? Are they going to like me? " Lilac asked all these questions so fast her sister barley understood a word of it. "Lil, take a breath with me okay? Breath in breath out. Good. Now I'm sure they'll love you hun. Just be yourself. " Nymphadora smiled at her little sister. The two headed over to thier neighbors house the closer they got the more they could see the old house with a bunch of different floors added onto it. It looked a little funny but once the girls saw all of the children running around playing in the front yard the youngest of the two looked up at the then 14 year old and smiled a big smile " Can I please go and play?" She asked " of course you can dear," Their mother had said behind them right next to thier father. Nymphadora had been holding onto the younger girls hand and smiled at her as she ran up to a boy who looked to be around her age who looked like he was playing wizards chess by himself. "Hi, I'm Lilac Tonks we're your new neighbors! Can I play with you? " "Hi I'm Ron! Do you know how to play wizards chess?" Lilac had nodded enthusiastically and sat down to play. Nymphadora had noticed three of the boys from school. One had graduated just recently, another was in her year and the other was 2 years younger than her. All of them had been put into Gryffindor. She smiled at the boy in her year and waved walking over to him and talking about how quiditch was going. Both sets of parents had started talking on the porch. " Georgie! Come look at this!" A boy with flaming red hair (like the rest of the family)and freckles and an identical boy had come up to Ron and Lilac. " Well Freddy looks like ikle Ronniekins has found himself a girlfriend!" The one that had just come up to the three of them had said. Lilac had been paying them no mind until George had said that. Once she did though she had looked right into his eyes they looked just like pools of chocolate and the freckles across his face along with his bright red hair made him look so pretty, his eyes shined when the sun hit them just right. Lilac hadn't noticed but her hair had turned a very odd shade of pink and purple when she looked at George Weasley. Her mother, sister and even her father had seen the way she looked at him the first time. It was like looking at the stars in the sky or pretty lights. George had been staring at the younger girl he liked her blue eyes and the way her hair changed colors. And from then on The Weasleys and the Tonks' had become great friends.

Our Daddys used to joke about the two of us growing up and falling in love. Our Mama's smiled and rolled thier eyes and said Oh my my my..."

It's been a little over a month sense the Tonks family had moved in next door to the Weasleys. In one week Nymphadora will be going back to hogwarts along with Charlie and Percy. All of the the other kids weren't old enough to go to the school of witch craft and wizardry yet. Lilac had learned that the weasleys had 7 children all together and they only had one girl who was 1 year younger than her. Ron was the same age as her and the twins were 2 years older than them. "Hey Lils! You want to come play tag with me and Freddy?" A Nine year old George had asked her. The seven year old had smiled brightly and nodded enthusiastically while her hair turned from its natural brown to a very bright yellow talking to the older boy. Their parents had noticed that whenever the two talked or played together that her hair would stay that way for the rest of the day. As they were playing tag George had been chasing the seven year old he and her were both giggling as he tried to catch up to her she smiled while screaming and trying to get away. Once he finally got to her he yelled "Tag you're it!!" And ran in the opposite direction Lilac turned around and tried chasing him again until she saw Ron running closer to her she giggled and tagged him forcing him to play with them. Ron pouted after she ran away yelling " No tag backs!" Ron caught up to one of the twins and tagged them this twin ran after Lilac again. " Do you think they'll get married one day?" Edward asked the other three parents sitting with him. " Oh I bet the will, they'll grow up and fall in love." Aurther had replied. Both of the mothers looked at each other and rolled their eyes saying "oh my my my." Watching The youngest Tonks and the younger of the Weasley twins.

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Requested, thank you

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Basically, I have to do is name 10 fictional characters (they can be from a movie, tv show, book, or other form of media) and then tag 10 people.

Casey Richards- How to be Normal

Booker DeWitt- Bioshock infinite.

Andrew Ryan- Bioshock

Aurther - Red Dead 2

Molly Weasley - Harry Potter

Jr Deputy/rook - Far Cry 5

Clary Fray- Immortal instrument

Adam- Frankenstein

Dracula- Dracula

Geralt of Rivea - The witcher

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I am not Vernon

Something I wrote a couple months back...

Warning: child abuse, and explicit whipping.

BTW: in this story, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin are still alive.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. :.(

The front door of the Burrow opened to reveal George Weasley. He was home early.

“What, you missed us so much?” Molly Weasley asked, “you only left two hours ago.”

All of the Weasleys had come back to the Burrow for a week-long family reunion, and naturally, Harry, Hermione, and all of the kids had joined them.

“No,” George sighed, “I just got laid off my job.”

Pieces of Harry’s childhood flashed before his eyes. His Uncle Vernon’s angry, purple face, the dreaded whip, the ache of hunger, being thrown back into his cupboard after those very words had been uttered. And suddenly, Harry wasn’t in the Burrow surrounded by his favorite people, he was back at Number 4 Privet Drive.

…

Harry had just sent Hedwig to deliver a letter to Ron when he heard the front door slam open and his Uncle yelling, “boy, get down here.”

That was a sentence that Harry was very used to hearing. It always meant that his Uncle was either drunk or very mad. Harry knew it was the latter when he walked down the stairs to see his Uncle’s face scrunched up and purple with anger.

“WE TOOK YOU IN,” his Uncle was yelling, before Harry had completely descended the stairs, “WE TOOK CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU WERE LEFT ON OUR DOORSTEP, WE EVEN LET YOU GO TO THAT FREAK SCHOOL, AND WHAT DO WE GET IN RETURN? NO THANKS, NO MONEY, NO, IN RETURN, WE LOSE OUR JOBS.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, “I don’t even know where you work, how can I make you lose your job?”

Harry felt proud to have finally stood up to his Uncle, but all of the pride left him as he heard the crack of a whip as it hit the floor.

“You listen here, boy,” Harry’s uncle said with so much rage in his voice that Harry started to shake with fright, knowing what would come next, “freaks like you don’t talk to people like us unless they are asked a question. Now I just got laid off my job and do you know who’s fault it is?”

“M-mine sir,” Harry stuttered.

“Too right it is. Now, take off your shirt and GO STAND BY THE WALL!”

Harry complied, knowing that the beating would just last longer if he so much as hesitated. The feeling of the whip on his back somehow brought Harry back to his childhood and he was disgusted.

The relentless whipping on his skin ripped wherever it hit to shreds, causing, not only a horrid burning sensation but also a warm sticky liquid, which he knew to be blood, to run down his back. Harry tried to hold in his scream, he really did, but he couldn’t keep it up for long. He knew from experience that screaming wouldn’t ease the pain, rather, it would make the beating longer, but he couldn’t help it, Harry let out a blood-curdling scream.

“YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT,” Harry’s Aunt Petunia screamed, coming into the room, “FIRST YOU LOSE VERNON HIS JOB AND NOW YOU WANT THE NEIGHBORS TO HEAR YOU?” She turned to Vernon, “just throw him in his cupboard until his freak school starts again.”

…

Harry looked around, realizing that he was cowering in the corner, just as he had as a child.

“Harry, Harry,” Ron was saying, “y-you were just s-staring up at the ceiling an-and you wouldn’t respond and, H-harry, are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” Harry responded, casting a wary glance at George.

“Daddy?” Lily asked.

“Why don’t we eat lunch?” Hermione said, also wanting answers, but knowing that Harry was more likely to give them if his children weren’t around to hear.

…

Lunch was pretty uneventful, just catching up on each other's lives and talking about the funny and cute things that their kids had done since they had last seen each other, that is until George said; “I’m just so mad, I mean I was so close to getting a promotion, I could feel it and then I just had to-”

“I-I’m sorry sir,” Harry interrupted.

“Ooo, you hear that I’m sir, I like that,” George turned to Harry, “but why are you sorry?”

“Aren’t you mad at me?” Harry asked as Ginny and Ron led the kids upstairs to play.

Umm…no why would I be mad at you?”

“I made you lose your job,” Harry responded like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“No you didn’t,” George said looking at Harry to make sure that he heard him, “I was the irresponsible one, I lost my job because I spiked my boss’s coffee with a potion that caused his face to look like a duck’s face, not you.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Harry stated as Ron and Ginny slid back into their chairs.

“What makes you think that it's your fault?” George asked.

“Well it was last time,” Harry mumbled under his breath.

“What did you say, dear?” Molly asked.

“Nothing.”

“He said,” came a familiar voice from the living room, “‘well it was last time’.”

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin came strolling into the dining room.

“Being a werewolf pays off some times,” Remus said.

“We heard there was a family reunion and we flooed in to check it out,” Sirius explained their presence.

“Last time?” Hermione asked.

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter,” Harry said.

“Yes, it does,” Ginny stood up, turning to Harry, her voice full of emotion, “what you are thinking matters, your feelings matter, they are valid, you are valid, when will you accept that? You are the most important thing in the world to me I love you, we all do, you need to understand that, you need to trust us.”

“NO, GINNY. STOP. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND,” Harry suddenly roared, “NONE OF YOU DO. YOU GREW UP IN A FAMILY THAT LOVES YOU. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE CALLED AN UNGRATEFUL WORTHLESS FREAK. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE LOCKED UP IN A CUPBOARD WITH NO FOOD FOR A WEEK BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T FINISH YOUR RIDICULOUSLY LONG LIST OF CHORES IN A RIDICULOUSLY SHORT TIME LIMIT. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE”— Harry started sobbing—“to be beaten up by your overly spoiled cousin while your aunt and uncle cheer him on. You don’t know what it’s like to be whipped by your uncle simply because he feels like it.”

Ginny sat back down, tears streaming down her face as Molly let out a sob.

“Why didn’t you tell anybody?” Ginny asked.

“Same reason I didn’t,” Sirius stated.

Harry looked up in surprise.

Fleur had her head buried in Bill’s long hair. Bill was looking down, some of his hair covering his face. Audrey had her head resting on Percy’s shoulder whose head was resting on hers, both looked close to tears. Charlie looked like he was going to be sick, Ron had his head buried in Hermione’s bushy hair, both had tears streaming down their faces. George was comforting a crying Angelina, looking appalled himself. Aurther sat there, fuming with an arm around Molly’s shoulders.

“I understand you,” Sirius said, letting a single tear fall down his face, “I understand how it feels to have the people who are supposed to care about you and love you most, hate you, hurt you. You heard my mother’s portrait when you visited the headquarters of The Order. My father was worse, enjoined seeing me in pain—”

“Why didn’t you tell us, either of you,” interrupted Molly.

Sirius sighed, rubbed his eyes, and looked up.

“You need to understand the mentality that living in conditions like this gives you. After a while, you start to believe what they are saying about you, you start to believe that you are an unworthy, worthless piece of shit who doesn’t deserve to live. You start to believe that you are a burden to everybody who loves you, talks to you, sees you and so you keep your mouth shut as not to be even more of a burden.”

“We could have been there for you, been the support you never had,” Molly insisted.

“Moony here tried,” Sirius inclined his head toward Remus, “he figured it out, being the brainiac he is.”

“You wouldn’t believe how stubborn Ol’ Padfoot here is,” Remus half-heartedly joked, “we went around in circles for a while until I finally convinced him to run away to James’ house.”

Harry turned to Sirius.

“I-I need you to help me,” he whispered, “you’ve figured out how to deal with it, I need you to help me come to terms with it.”

“Harry,” Sirius said, enveloping Harry in a huge hug, “I wish I could, I thought I had come to terms with it, accepted it, but I just ignored it, moved on to another chapter of my life.” Sirius leaned out of the hug and looked Harry in the eye. “I ignored it, but it has come back to bite me, you can ask Moony, I still have nightmares about my father whipping me, I still flinch sometimes when people touch me, there are still some days where I sit around wallowing in self-hate. I don’t know if I can help you, but a healer can. I need you to be brave and try to be more trusting, that is something that I remind myself every day, it helps.”

“Harry,” George said, “I am not going to hurt you, Harry, remember, I am not Vernon.”

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