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Dear Draco - Part 1

Part 2 Part 3 Bonus Chapter

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A/N: Hello loves, welcome to my new mini series based on an anon request. It will have three parts, four at most. I hope you like this!

Thanks for all the love I received for my birthday. And thanks for reading and letting me know how you feel about my writing.

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Draco x reader (she/her)

Word count: 3146 (I got carried away, sorry).

Summary: In the summer after fourth year, Draco falls in love with a muggle.

Disclaimers: it’s going to get angsty as hell and also very fluffy. Hermione x Draco friendship.

Enjoy!

Hermione sat alone on the library. She was deep in concentration, reading about the Patronus charm for the next DA meeting. All of a sudden, she felt someone looming over her. She closed her book, trying to make it seem as natural as possible. The brown-haired girl looked up, only to find none other than Draco Malfoy himself looming over her. Hermione’s features turned into a nasty scowl.

“Granger,” he tried to sound conciliatory.

“What do you wa –wait, what? Since when do you call me by my last name?”

Only then she realized Draco didn’t look like himself at all. Gone was the haughty attitude, the cocky smirk, the puffed chest. Not to mention the posse. He was no longer an image of confidence, but rather seemed distraught. This piqued the Gryffindor’s curiosity. Still, she was not going to let him see that. These days any slip could be detrimental.

Draco shrugged, hands deep in his robe’s pockets. “It’s your last name, isn’t it?”

Hermione eyed him suspiciously. “Oh, really? So, for five years you’ve thought my last name was mudblood?” she snapped.

Draco winced as she said the hateful label, as though it physically hurt him to hear it. This was the strangest sight she had encountered so far – which was plenty, all things considered.

“Are you okay, Malfoy?” she asked, baffled and cautious.

Draco didn’t answer. Instead, he just rubbed his face with his hands before pulling his hair just slightly. Hermione had never seen him act so natural, so human and, above all, so appalled. Slowly, the ubiquitous paranoia in the back of her mind fogged all of her brain. Her mind started shooting conspiracy theories left and right. As the seconds passed, she thought about every possible way in which Draco could be tending her a trap, which meant he knew something. Hermione got nervous and peered around for someone who could potentially help her. She noted – much to her annoyance – that her tendency to study in the farthest corners of the library had her facing the Slytherin prick on her own.

Draco noticed her discomfort and felt really stupid. He was about to leave, but then he remembered why he approached in the first place. It glued him in his place. So, he just shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and swallowed his pride.

“I…I need your help,” he said sheepishly.

For a second, Hermione thought about making a run for it. But she was far too intrigued now. She definitely wanted to know what could Draco Malfoy possibly need her help for. She stayed still, eyeing him skeptically.

“What is it?”

“Not here,” he said in a hushed voice.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, Malfoy” she huffed.

Draco lowered his gaze. The silence between them was absolutely charged. Hermione’s glare made him feel exposed and ashamed.

“Please.” The sound of his desperation almost convinced the Gryffindor. Almost.

“Harry and Ron must be within hearing range.”

“Not bloody likely,” he snapped.

“Then no,” she said, crossing her arms.

Draco sighed, defeated. “Potter and Weasel-ey can’t know. Nobody can know. Hermione, please I am desperate.”

Hermione looked at him, her eyes wide. He had used her first name for the first time ever. She realized he must have been absolutely desperate. As stupid as seemed, it disarmed her. Hermione took a deep breath. In the worst of cases, Hermione thought, she was more than capable to defend herself from Malfoy. Besides, if he knew something about D.A, it was better to get over with it. She stood up, picked her books and looked at him.

“Where?”

Draco turned on his heel and guided Hermione to moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. She eyed him suspiciously as he motioned for her to get into a stall. He shot her a pout and Hermione rolled her eyes, but entered anyways. She thought she must have been going crazy as she found herself just inches away from Malfoy, who seemed unfazed by the whole affair. He felt so hopeless in his situation he didn’t really care what he had to do at this point.

“So,” she said awkwardly.

Draco didn’t listen. Hermione realized he was casting a silencing charm around them. Only then, did he dare to spill the secret that had been locked in his heart.

“Hermione, I am in love with a muggle.”

As the Hogwarts’ express arrived to platform 9 ¾ after their fourth year, Draco found himself alone. This was a strange occurrence; usually his parents were there to greet him. Their absence hinted something unpleasant, considering the dreary note in which the schoolyear had ended, and suddenly he didn’t feel like apparating back home. Not knowing where else to go, Draco joined the crowd of students heading towards muggle London.

He had never been to the muggle King’s Cross station and he’d be lying to say he wasn’t startled by it. He was mesmerized by the buzzing of the crowd, the smoke coming from the muggle trains, and the elegant simplicity of the station. He was eyeing the entrance curiously, wondering if he should step out or apparate back home, when he bumped into her. Or rather, she collided with him and their trunks were suddenly scattered around.

“Bloody muggles,” he murmured, as he picked his belongings.

“What did you call me?” the girl growled.

“Nothing,” Draco said, startled. He was not used to people talking back to him. The only ones who did were the infamous golden trio, but after five years of bantering he considered it part of his daily routine. Everyone else bowed their heads and carried own with their lives. He was expecting the muggle to follow suit.

She didn’t. So, he softened his scowl to take a good look at her, only to find the most striking girl he had ever seen. Draco was absolutely smitten. She tilted her head, eyeing him curiously.

“You have pretty eyes,” she said casually, as though she was talking about the weather. He felt his face getting hot, his eyes opening in a very unbefitting gesture of surprise. He wondered how she could be so…so easy-going about stuff like that. He had been thought to be suave, but four words of her had beat him.

Draco realized she was waiting for a response. “T-thank you,” he said embarrassedly. He grimaced when he heard her chuckle. The girl tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stood up, offering a hand for him. Draco looked at the stretched hand for a while and took it just before she let it drop. They were soon shamelessly staring at each other, until a wave of people pushed them.

“Where are you going?” she asked. Draco shrugged in response, not knowing what to say.

“Well…I don’t want to go back home. Would you want to go somewhere with me?”

Draco shoved his hands in his pockets, not knowing what to do. He didn’t want to go back home either. He had an enticing girl in front of him, one that didn’t hesitate to tell him – a stranger – his eyes were pretty and invite him somewhere. But that girl happened to be a mudblood. He shook that thought off his head, realizing, once again, that he was lost in thoughts and the girl was looking at him, waiting for him to answer.

“My name is (y/n),” she said as she pushed her trolley.

“Draco,” he answered, pushing his own trolley, “Draco Malfoy.”

(y/n) giggled, which filled Draco’s stomach with butterflies. “What is it?” Even he could hear the amusement in his voice.

“Was it after the constellation or because it’s Latin for dragon?” she mused.

Draco gave her a small, genuine smile. “Both.”

He soon realized he had no idea where they were going. (y/n) seemed to read his mind, as she explained that they could leave their trunks at a luggage storage while they a stroll through the city. He then noticed that (y/n)’s trolley had trunks, big wooden trunks that resembled his own instead of the ungodly and shabby suitcases he had seen some mudbloods carrying around. He regarded her for a moment as they walked, examining her wardrobe: she wore a carmine coloured skirt, a matching blazer, black tights, black patent loafers and a creamy button-up with a dainty black bow at the collar. Her hair was up in a complicated hair-do. Draco noted that, by her side, he didn’t look particularly out of place in his sweater vest and tie. They could pass as two eccentric, rich kids.

“I gather you’re not from London.” She caught him staring in awe as they left the station, which made him feel self-conscious.

“N-no,” he stammered.

“Where are you from, then?”

“Wiltshire,” he blurted out. Draco realized he must look totally awkward, stuttering every answer as though he never had a conversation in his life. He didn’t know if he was nervous because of her or the fact that he was walking to the unknown with none other than a muggle, but it was totally wrecking his suaveness.

The girl seemed patient enough and smiled at him softly. Maybe it was even out of pity, but he found it adorable. “My grandma lives in Wiltshire. My mother makes me go there every once in a while, but I don’t like it that much.”

“Why?” he asked, genuinely interested.

“It’s a beautiful place, don’t get me wrong. And my grandma’s estate is marvellous, but such a vast house makes the solitude much more…real, you know?” Draco was hanging onto her every word now. She was describing, unabashedly, something he had felt since childhood. He admired her capacity to say this kind of things without the need of closed doors or silencing charms.

“I…I feel just the same,” Draco answered. He was surprised by the idea that him and muggles could have something in common.

(y/n) stopped on her tracks and Draco, who was following her around like a lost puppy, bumped into her back. He was about to apologize when she stopped him. “Given that you’re not from here, let’s do some touristy stuff. We can start here,” she said pointing out the building behind them. It was a grand construction, all in brick of a pinkish colour.

“British library,” Draco mouthed unsure. He noticed how (y/n) blushed slightly and her smile fell a little.

“We could…we could do something else,” she offered a bit ashamed. Draco felt terrible, he wanted her to smile again, to talk to him excitedly as she had done just a couple of seconds before. So, without really thinking about it, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the building.

She clasped his hand, an easy smile on his face, and was soon guiding him through rows and rows of muggle books he had never heard before. Draco tried to listen to everything she said. He wanted to remember names and references and look them up to have more things to talk to her about. Draco found himself wanting more conversations with her, more tours through libraries, more recommendations.

(y/n) was an open book. She told him that her parents were divorced. She lived with her mother in Edinburgh. Her father was a professor at LSE – whatever that was. He imagined, by context, it was a muggle Hogwarts.

“I like how you’re unphased by it,” she said.

“What do you mean?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“Whenever I tell anybody my dad works in LSE, I get a lot of praise. No matter how bigshot the person is, they want the easy way in to the school,” she shrugged. It meant nothing to Draco, who scratched the back of his neck in confusion. (y/n) laughed and carried on, pulling him through different streets with their fingers intertwined.

Draco just let go. He was having so much fun with her, he almost forgot about how weird the situation was. They talked about astronomy and Greek mythology, topics he – thankfully – dominated. They talked about their love for reading and learning. They bonded over the fact that their parents had very high expectations for them and they were top of their classes.

“Top of your class?” asked Hermione, eyebrow raised, as he told her this.

“I’m the second best. She didn’t need to know about you.” For the first time ever, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy shared a laugh. He then carried on with the most unlikely story ever.

Draco avoided telling her as many details as he could, but they managed to connect over the most universal feelings and situations. They talked about loneliness and pressure, about finding joy in the most unexpected things, about creating a façade for people. When she told him she enjoyed nature, he told her he played “a sport”. He smiled softly and agreed – almost unironically – when she said she would love to fly. When she told him about her pets, he told him his house was full of peacocks.

“She has a dog named Matisse, a snake named Medusa and a cat named Catsby,” he said.

Hermione laughed, which confused Draco deeply. “What’s so funny Granger?” He was getting defensive.

“Catsby,” she said, “what a very nerdy joke.”

Draco furrowed his brow. “Explain it to me. Merlin, maybe for once I can laugh at one of her jokes. She thinks I have the most backward sense of humour,” he ranted, hiding his face in his hands. Hermione thought it was almost – almost – adorable.

She told him in length about The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald and the Lost Generation, because she figured they were some references that would come in handy if he kept talking to (y/n). Once he understood the reference, Draco snorted.

“She’s such a smartass,” he said lovingly.

Hermione couldn’t believe her eyes. She was dying to know what he needed from her, but refrained from asking, allowing him to gush some more.

(y/n) invited him to afternoon tea. The tearoom reminded him of the grandeur of the tea parties back in the manor. He felt comfortable, and ventured to tell her little details about his boarding school. He told her about his favourite places and pastimes – the ones that could pass as muggle, of course. He told her about his friends. They talked and enjoyed tea and pastries until it was very late.

As they picked their trunks, they promised to meet the next day. They spent together almost every day of that summer. He was very careful when sneaking out, but soon realized his parents didn’t notice much, so he had free reign over his time as long as he was back for dinner. They met at the entrance of the station and they would stroll through the city together. (y/n) thought him how to use the tube. She taught him history as they walked hand in hand through museums and libraries. She recommended books he had to read in the middle of the night. And before he could even realize it, Draco caught feelings for her.

They kissed for the first time one month after they first met. They had spent the day walking through Camden Town. They visited little stores and swayed to music in the middle of the street. As every single afternoon, Draco didn’t want to say goodbye. (y/n)’s arms were locked around his neck and his own were on her hips. His chin rested on top of her head and they stayed like that for a while. Not saying anything. She pushed away from him just a little to see his face and they could feel the desire engulfing them.

Draco leaned in first, slow and calculated. (y/n) closed her eyes as soon as she felt their lips touching. It was a delicious sensation, their lips moving in synch in a kiss they had been waiting for a long time. As they pulled away, they were both a bit breathless and absolutely happy.

After that day, things changed for them. Every day they grew more attached to each other and it was harder and harder to say goodbye. And then the last day of August came by. (y/n) gave Draco her contact information for him to write and call her. When she asked for his, though, he made an elaborate story on how his school was very strict and prohibited letters from outsiders. (y/n) hadn’t bought it.

“I don’t get it. What kind of school doesn’t allow you to receive calls and letters?” she said, not very convinced. Draco didn’t want to look her way, knowing very well that he’d give her everything she wished if he saw her adorable little pout.

“So, I won’t hear from you?” she sighed, “Is this true or are you trying to get rid of me?” Draco finally looked her way and his heart broke. (y/n) was trying to hold back tears. He hugged her tightly, protectively.

“Hey, hey,” he said, taking her chin gently with his hand, “Never in a million years would I try to get rid of you.” He wiped away her tears, feeling miserable for making her sad. He hated that she had jumped into that terrible conclusion.

“I promise I will do everything I can to contact you. I’ll find a way. I’ll break the rules,” he said, not a hint of doubt in his voice. (y/n) hugged him tightly.

“I am going to miss you so much,” she said in a small, quavering voice.

“Me too, love,” he answered, hugging her back and trying to remain strong for both of them.

That is why he has here, three weeks into their fifth year, almost begging for Hermione’s help. He was desperate because he hadn’t thought about a way to contact (y/n) and he missed her so much his heart was genuinely aching. He imagined (y/n) must be heartbroken thinking he had played her and that thought alone was enough to give him nightmares.

Hermione was still trying to process everything he was telling her. Still in disbelief, she gave Draco a hug. The Gryffindor felt how he stiffened with her touch, but then he heard him sigh and relax. The Slytherin hugged her back and Hermione’s whole body tinged with hope. If Draco Malfoy had fallen for a muggle, anything could happen now.

“Is this why you didn’t join Umbridge’s squad?” she asked curiously.

Draco shrugged. “Mostly.”

Hermione agreed to help him and they soon found a way. For the rest of the year, Draco handed in (y/n)’s letters to Hermione. She owled them to her own parents and they sent them by Royal Mail to her. Occasionally, Hermione would sit next to Draco in Myrtle’s bathroom. She would explain to him the references he wouldn’t get, which were mostly about culture. At times, she’d stay a little longer and they would gossip. To their surprise, they soon became each other’s confidant.

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To Be So Lonely [Draco Malfoy] 26

Rating: Pairings: Draco Malfoy/OC Chapter warnings: Anxiety! Phobia!

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

MY MASTER-LIST

Did Professor Snape actually think she was stupid?

Probably. Ellar Lestrange had tried to kill her. How- why on Earth would she ever considering being around him ever again? An unpleasant chill went down her spine at the thought of being around him. She thought of the crazed look on his eyes as he attempted to drown her, his rough grip on her body, his cold lips. Consider it done Snape.

It wouldn’t happen again.

However, the thought of getting even – the need to make him feel just as small as he had made her feel – the thought was more than tempting, but how could she hurt him? As far as she knew it didn’t look like Ellar had a weakness. She tried to empathize with him, to think of his intentions and have the benefit of the doubt yet couldn’t reach a conclusion.

‘Mr. Lupin, I apologize it has taken so long for me to write to you back. I hope the gloves I sent you fit you well. I’m not the most skilled knitter so I have enchanted them with a charm that should keep your hands warm (it is still a work in progress, so I hope the charm sticks).

Hogwarts has been well Hogwarts. I’m happy to be home. Work has been keeping me busy. I have a lot to make up to from last year and every year I get more and more clients. It can get exhausting, but work is work and I shouldn’t complain.

The Yule Ball was fine-‘

It wasn’t. The Yule Ball was a complete catastrophe. Not just for Nel but for almost every student that attended.

‘-I went stag. Found a dress from the ‘Come and Go Room.’ Did you know Hogwarts has a secret room? My friends are-‘

She looked up from her scribbling to see Daphne and Theodore playing and holding with each other’s hands in the middle of the Slytherin table. Both of them completely lost in each other’s eyes. Some Durmstrang students glared at them with revulsion at the romantic public display of attention. Nel almost threw up. To think she wanted that to be her and Ellar Lestrange only a couple of weeks ago. Leanne who was sitting next to Tracey in the Slytherin table was showing her the latest photographs she had captured of the Whomping Willow shaking off some snow. Both were also completely absorbed with each other leaving Nel to constantly feel lonely or like a fifth wheel.

When they asked why she had returned to the dormitory with parts of her clothes soaking wet she lied and said it had been a prank by the Weasley twins. When asked who had been the one behind the anonymous flower arrangement, she, again, lied and said the person never showed.

“Was it Ellar?” Daphne had asked leaning over her bed, eyes wide in astonishment.

“No,” Nel said dully. “Why would he send me flowers?” She rolled her eyes dramatically. Another lie. None of them questioned it. Specially after the showdown that went on in the Yule Ball.

Of course, all of them were too engrossed with each other to noticed how she had begun to avoid the Black Lake. How she began to make excuses not to run around it in the mornings with Tracey and Viktor, how she starred at the green tinted windows in the Common Room it with unease, nails burying into skin leaving half-moon crescents in her palms, or how her breathing would become irregular when in the presence of a large body of water or even the mentioning of the lake.

She tried to compartmentalize. To push the memory to the back of her head. To ignore the painful memory of your lungs screaming and burning for air. The dark coldness of the underwater and the crazed look on that maniac’s face.

If you’re lying to your friends, you are doing something wrong. However, she felt like they wouldn’t understand. If they knew- if any of them knew it would only complicate things. If Snape, a Hogwarts professor, wasn’t able to do anything what help could her friends be? It didn’t seem like Ellar had a weakness. Even Professor Snape had said it himself, his reeking privileged had saved him from Azkaban once before. They might give him a piece of their minds but that would be about it.

In regards of her other friends- Harry was too impulsive, so were the Weasley’s- even talking about it- it would just be problematic. Even Nathair was absent since he was hibernating the cold winter somewhere inside the greenhouse.

Then again, these weren’t things they talked with each other. The less they knew about each other the better.

She wanted to talk to somebody who wouldn’t be biased to judge, someone who would just listen-

Her eyes left the letter she was writing and slowly wondered a couple of seats away to Draco who was pointing at something in a magazine Zabini was showing him, no surprise probably roasting someone. He was a good listener; he was good at this kind of thing.

“Why is Saintday starring at me?” Blaise narcissistically asked Draco when he felt a pair of eyes on him. “Think she’ll ask me to Puddifoot’s?” He laughed in reference to the pink Tea Shop were students usually went on dinner dates at Hogsmeade. She turned away quickly when Malfoy turned in her direction. Her mind went to that same place it had the night after the Yule Ball. The grip around her pen became a little tighter when she felt her face burning from the embarrassment of the memory.

‘My friends are great.’

She dotted that statement harshly.

‘I haven’t been practicing my Patronus charm as much as I should be. Other than that, professor, I was wondering,’ She wanted to scratch off the word professor. It was a force of habit to call him that. ‘Have you ever heard of Ellar Lestrange? He used to be a student at Hogwarts.’ He’s also a real foul git.

‘Other than that – I hope you are well professor. Hopefully by the next time we meet my Patronus will be fully functional.

Take care, - Nel’

Looking over her shoulder she fed a piece of sausage to her owl which had been loyally perched on her shoulder all this time and handed it two sealed letters. One for Lupin and another for Cedric who was just a couple of tables away.

‘Meet me outside in 5.’ The note read.

Cedric read it and their eyes met from across the Great Hall. Looking up he nodded with a lazy smile and made his way outside.

“Where are you going?” Tracey asked when she saw her friend rise without saying a word.

“Common Room,” She half lied. “See ya,” She said curtly.

“Nel you’ve been acting very wei-“ Tracey didn’t get to finish her sentence, her friend leaving her hanging. “Weird,” She dead panned and turned to give Leanne an irritated look. “I think she’s just upset about the Yule Ball,” the Hufflepuff suggested.

“I mean something did happen with Lestrange, right? People say she went mad and struck him, then he sent her flowers- you’d think she’d be elated. Didn’t you say she fancied him?” Moon added to the group of Slytherins. Daphne pinched the bridge of her nose irritated at the missing puzzle piece.

She was missing something, but what was it?

“Ced,” Outside of the Great Hall, Nel greeted the older Hufflepuff as they walked down the corridor in no particular direction. “Ever heard of the ‘Come and Go Room?’” She asked with particular interest.

Cedric looked a little confused by her question. “You mean the Room of Requirement?” He arched an eyebrow.

“The Room of what?” Her expression mimicked his.

“Come, I’ll show you,” He said turning in the direction of the moving staircases and leading her up. “Is this what you wanted to talk about?” He asked as they headed up the stairs to the seventh floor.

No. She wanted to tell him about what she knew about the lake. She wanted to tell him- someone about what had happened with Ellar Lestrange that night. About how his mother would most definitely kill her in cold blood for wounding the pride and joy that was her only son. She didn’t want to think of Cloelia rigidly sitting at home with her palms flat on the dining table as she plotted her vengeance against her. “I want to see you go mad,” the Beuxbaton student’s cruel words still haunted her. The thought of the dark water-

“No,” She said quicker than she intended. Wanting to shut out the memory of the dark water. “It’s about the Second Task of the Tournament. I am more than certain it’s at the lake. Are you prepared to go underwater?”

“Underwater?” Cedric’s thick eyebrows burrowed deep in thought. “Yes. Unless you can grow gills, I have a feeling you’re going to need some help in that department.”

“How do you know this?” He asked curiously.

She could’ve confessed. Told her about what Ellar had done to her and how Professor Snape knew. How Snape had been there and had done nothing about it, but it brought so much shame to her. It had been her fault in the first place, for being there, for trusting Ellar, for putting herself in that situation. Besides- what would Cedric do about it? Nothing. Ellar was beyond privileged, it would come to his word against her and in the end his, being a Lestrange, weighted more. It weighted enough to get him off the hook from Azkaban.

“Never mind that,” He shrugged. “Anyhow-“ Cedric said as they entered the Seventh Floor. “Here it is,” he finished with confident as they stopped in front of a large empty wall across from a tapestry of Barnabas the Barny trying to teach trolls to dance ballet.

She was silent for a moment looking for the entrance to the Room of Requirement. The door must be really small, she squinted her eyes to try and see.

“But there’s no door,” Nel observed.

“One thing about Hogwarts is, nothing really is what it seems,” Cedric reached for her arm and pulled her along as he walked away. She was more than perplexed by the missing room.

“The Room of Requirements only reveals itself to those who require it,” He explained as the two walked in front of tapestry three times. It was then that he stopped a massive door with intricate swirling carvings then revealed itself to the two of them. It even seemed to slightly shimmer. “Tricky, aint it?” He said with his hands on his waist.

“How-How’d you?” She looked at him wide eyed with a broad smile.

“Walk in front of the tapestry three times while focusing on an intent. If you do it correctly the room and whatever you desire should appear.”

She made a mental note of this. “How do you know about it?” She looked at him oddly.

A coy grin grew across his face and he ran a hand through his neat copper hair. “Well,” He chuckled. “Prefects use it as a snogging room,” he said cheekily. He laughed at her stunned expression. “Why? Are you thinking of having some company over?”

She slapped his arm and looked away hoping he wouldn’t notice her flustered reaction.

“Knock yourself out,” He once again laughed. “That reminds me-“ He waved his finger. She noted he was stepping away from her. “I have an idea. Meet me outside the prefect’s bathroom in half an hour.”

“What?” She turned back to look at him with that same confused look she had been wearing on her face all evening long so far.

Xxx

It would take hours- no days. To look through all of the vials, books, trunks, boxes and other magical trinkets that are all inside of the room. And who knew what Cedric meant when he said the room would shift into whatever its user required.

Elowen even lost track of her time and arrived outside the Prefect’s Bathroom later than expected. She waited outside but Cedric never showed. Maybe- she looked around the corridor shiftily hoping no other prefects or professors would be doing rounds tonight. Maybe he was already inside?

“Hello?” She croaked as she crept inside of the Prefect’s Bathroom. She was distracted looking up in awe at the animated mermaid stained glass windows and the massive organ like fountain that was pouring down a rainbow of water that descended into a bubbly lagoon that she didn’t even realize Cedric half underwater. Did people actually come and bathe in here?

“Took you long enough!” He laughed a little and swam towards the edge and reached for the golden egg he had received in the First Task.

Normally she would’ve had a clever retort at the tip of her tongue, but the sight of the dark water grounded her in place. He didn’t seem to notice her rattled reaction. Her eyes were frozen on the water. She knew it had a bottom. She knew Cedric wasn’t struggling. She knew she wouldn’t fall. She knew she wouldn’t drown, but the memories.

The vivid feeling of her lungs burning for air as salty lake water flooded her mouth and choked the air out of her suddenly came back to her.

“Well come on then,” he waved his hand over in his direction still wearing a cheery grin. She didn’t share his enthusiasm. “Welcome to the Prefect’s Bathroom. You’ll be able to use it next year. If you are chosen to become a prefect. I think you’d make a rather good one.”

The cold darkness that engulfed her beneath the lake still pricked at her with the sight of the dark water.

The fact Diggory was shirtless and in the water didn’t cross her mind, she didn’t snap out of her fearful trance until she heard a dreadfully familiar laugh.

“Is this the- handsome boy – you brewed that foul-smelling Love Potion for?”

Moaning Myrtle.

“Myrtle,” Nel dropped her name from her mouth with much nasal distaste. The ghost girl’s remarks cause her to snap out of her trance and drag her heavily grounded feet towards the pool.

“I would disagree,” She said woefully with a bit of an incredulous laugh answering his comment.

Nel? Prefect? Could you imagine the chaos and havoc? Students would be getting points for jinxing people on her shit list.

“You brewed a Love Potion Nel?” Cedric laughed; his eyebrows arched in surprise. “Maybe the snogging room will come in handy!”

“The only snog Snelly Nelly is getting is from a Welsh troll,” Myrtle cackled and Nel wished she could toss something in her direction. Both ignored her.

“I am not getting in the water Cedric,” She warned kneeling on the edge.

“Are you sure?” He rested his elbows on the edge. “Waters nice,” He said splashing some warm water in her direction. She stiffened up petrified. Again, he chuckled slightly interpreting her response as a girlish nervousness.

“I was thinking-“ He pondered for a moment. “Since the task is underwater, what do you think would happen if I sink the egg underwater?”

Xxx

“You have to come!” A week later Tracey was pulling on Nel’s hand as she insisted her friend came to attend the Second Task of the Triwizard tournament which would take place in the Black Lake.

“I’ve got a lot of work to do,” She lied shiftily nervously playing with her book bag’s strap. Never in this lifetime would she admit she was afraid and less to a room full of Slytherins. “Oh, come on,” Tracey insisted still pulling on her friend’s hand. “It’ll be fun! Leanne even got butterscotch popcorn for us!”

“Thanks Trace, but I’ll pass really,” Nel averted her eyes and kept them glued to the floor. She withdrew her hand from her friend’s coldly.

Tracey looked at her with a concerned expression. “You’ve been acting really odd lately,” She said with a hand on her waist.

“Odd?” Nel kept busy by tossing meaningless items inside of her bookbag. “Odd how?” She dodged the subject tossing in more parchments, ink, an extra quill and a pillow. Wait- she didn’t need a pillow. She put the item back in her bed and took in a deep breath her eyes moving from one end of the Slytherin dormitory to the other eventually focusing on Mildred’s cat.

“Nel,” Tracey said softly as she took a seat on the edge of her friend’s bed.

“You can talk to me – to us – your friends. About anything, really-“ She said tenderly her worried eyes still lingering on her roommate.

“There is nothing going on!” She snapped in return. She didn’t even realize she had raised her voice. “Nothing Trace! Stop being so damn bloody nosey!” She shut her book bag before standing up and storming out of the room. Tracey sat stunned at the volatile reaction.

Halting by the door, Nel rested a hand on the door frame. “Trace- I’m…” She turned with her head lowered. “I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t have snapped. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that,” She hesitated before walking back to the bed. “I’m sorry,” She pinched the bridge of her nose and Tracey suspected she was wiping away tears that dared prick at the inner corners of her eyes.

She sat in the bed next to her and Tracey took her hand in hers patting it sadly.

“Who do I have to kill?” Tracey laughed slightly which in turn made Nel break into a smile. “Was it Malfoy?” This time she spoke in full seriousness.

Feeling drained Nel held her breath. “Draco?” She shook her head and put her head on her friend’s shoulder before sighing deeply. “No, not this time.”

“Draco?” Tracey was in turn more than surprised at her casual use of his name. “That’s new,” Tracey huffed slightly before nudging her shoulder up. She was about to further press on the topic when Pansy Parkinson walked into the dormitory. “Forgot my binoculars,” She tossed over her shoulder not paying the two Slytherins much attention.

“By the way my money’s on Potter,” She added with pomp before walking out.

“’On Potter?’” Nel repeated still with her head comfortably resting on Tracey’s shoulder. How odd for Pansy to be rooting for Harry in anything. “Interesting choice,” was all she commented.

“They’re not betting on winners,” Tracey said with an exhausting sight. “They’re betting on who’s drowning first.”

Like that Nel’s head jolted up as she sat extremely straight and looked at Tracey with a horrified expression. “What?” She gaped.

Tracey couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s reaction. “Calm down,” She said through small laughs as she attempted to comfort her friend. “Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic will be there, there’s no reason why anything could go wrong.”

The thought of Harry or Cedric or Viktor or even Fleur de la Couer whom Nel had never exchanged a word with drowning made Nel want to retch. She pictured the horrifying image of pale body floating in the contrasting waters of the Black Lake. She paled at the thought and felt her stomach twist uneasily. There it was again that tight sensation in her throat.

“I’ll catch up,” She croaked after a moment. Tracey hugged her and promised they would save her a seat since Daphne and Theodore were probably already there waiting for them in the audience bleachers.

Xxx

The day was freezing. Air was cold as strong gusts of wind blew through the eager crowds which sat on the bleachers in a makeshift dock in the middle of the Black Lake. It was definitely not a good day to take a dip in the freezing waters.

The Ministry of Magic sat in the audience as a spectator, next to him sat Lucius Malfoy, on the same row was Albus Dumbledore, Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch.

In the row below Tracey looked around the crowd anxiously. She sat in defeat when she came to the realization her friend was nowhere to be found.

Lowering her binoculars Nel blew a hair out from her face in great frustration as she watched from a far. There was no way she was going to walk across a bridge and sit in a dock for who knows how many hours waiting for anybody to come up from the water. She was safe and sound witnessing the events from the edge of the lake actually standing on solid British soil.

A gun had been fired and the contestant had been underwater for some time now.

Sighing she once again picked up the binoculars and this time observed as the champions got ready to take a leap. She knew that Cedric would use a Bubble-Head Charm one that he had endlessly been practicing in the Prefect’s Bathroom. She helped him practice, convincing herself that it would be ideal to know, especially when in such a close proximity to a large body of water. She was curious as to what the other champions would use.

“What are you doing here?” A voice that ran a chill down her spine struck her.

She said nothing and stammer a little imagining how ridiculous she probably looked standing alone on the edge of the Black Lake witnessing everything from a far.

“You’re scared of the lake. Aren’t you?”

Irritated she again lowered her binoculars yet didn’t turn around, her gaze remained fixed on the end of the dock where the Second Task of the Triwizard tournament was happening.

“So perceptive of you,” She said dryly.

“Why?” She could hear the pebbles on the edge of the muddy lake crunching under his feet as he approached her side. His voice, it sounded like he had genuine concern. Yet with Malfoy it was hard to know if he was being sincere or not. “Are you here to make fun of me?”

He stood there for a moment “I’m not,” like Tracey’s earlier his voice was soft, unthreatening, he sunk his hands in his black jacket’s pockets shielding them from the bitter winds.

Her lips were tightly drawn into a line. She still didn’t want to look at him. Wasn’t his father in the audience? Why was he here with her?

Unsure of what to say she was silent for a moment.

“You were right,” She decided to break that silence. She hadn’t even realized she was biting her lip, nodding her head slightly with a distant look of disdain in her eyes. He looked at her with curiosity.

“Lestrange,” She thought of the perfect way to describe him. “He’s a monster.”

She didn’t notice how his expression hardened when he registered the apathetic look in her eyes. That son of a bitch. He wondered just what was going through her head. His eyes looked for any trace of injury on her exposed skin, but it was hard to see beneath the gloves, scarf, knitted cap and all winter gear.

“Seems to be quite fixed on you as of the late. Sending you flowers and all.”

“How?” She finally turned to face him. How was it that he always seemed to know?

“The Weasleys can barely afford to breathe, Potter is too daft to send something so elaborate. It has to be someone with a strong intent that can afford such an unimaginative gesture,” He looked at her with full seriousness. “Alright Sherlock,” She rolled her eyes wearing a half smile before once again focusing on the tournament through her binoculars which were strapped around her neck.

“What did you call me?” He asked sounding offended by the unknown word.

“Muggle reference,” She added wearing that same coy smile. The moment was short lived. The smile wiped from her features as there seemed to be some action in the tournament.

“I think Krum is coming up-“ She described. “Is that? With Granger?” She squinted through the glass making sure she was seeing correctly. “You’re missing the task,” She said to Malfoy hoping he’d go away and return to his father’s eyes to witness the tournament. Instead he said nothing and took the binoculars from her and she was tugged to his side by the short strap that was around her neck. He didn’t apologize for standing so close to her, nor did he seem to care.

She could smell his strong cologne. Could see the beauty marks and freckles on his pale skin.

She didn’t mean for it to happen, but her heart picked up pace. This time there was no alcohol involved. She stood on her tip toes hoping to keep a distance between the two. Struggling to keep her balance standing over the slippery pebbles. Slipping she braced onto his arm to hold herself up. “Sorry,” She mumbled ducking her head.

“Fancy a swim Elowen?” A voice that sounded like nails on a chalkboard interrupted. Ellar stood a couple of feet away from them about to cross the bridge which lead to the makeshift island were audiences were viewing the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He wore a smug smile as he hid his hands in his coat’s pockets.

Malfoy glared at the Beuxbaton student with hatred.

“Cowering behind Malfoy. How typical,” The other shot. Nel didn’t even realize she was hiding behind Malfoy, or maybe he had pushed her behind him. Did it really matter? Triggered she stepped forward and whipped her wand ready to hex him. Yet her hand was held back. Draco gave her a knowing look. He knew when to pick his fights. She didn’t.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Lestrange raised his hands up mockingly. “Might want to put a leash around her Malfoy. I heard she bites,” Ellar bit down on the edge of his lip with a wink before haughtily walking away with his head tossed back as he retreated. His loud laugher a faraway echo from the windy spot where Draco and Nel were standing.

Nel kept her head lowered not wanting to think about what had happened with Ellar. After all it had all been her fault.

“Nel,” She felt a rough hand on her shoulder turn her. “What did he do?”

Sullenly she simply shook her head in small movements. “What did he do to you?” He repeated his tone stronger, grip on her arm tighter. “Nothing,” She lied dismissively , like she had rehearsed a thousand times. “Tell me,” He ordered. “He forced himself on me,” word vomit. She hadn’t even realized she’d said it. “Kissed me,” She paused. “And then tried to drown me in the Black Lake,” She admitted not wanting to look at his judging eyes. She waited for him to blame her just like she blamed herself from the shame of it. “Son of a bitch.”

Draco wasn’t looking at her he instead marched in Ellar’s direction beginning to cross the wood bridge. Lifting his wand dishonorably hexing the teen with his back turned; Lestrange was propelled high into the sky and across nastily splashing into the lake’s water. His father, the audience and everybody else would’ve been way to distracted by one of the champions emerging from the water to even realize what he had done. “And coming up!” Ludo spoke as he continued to narrate the events of the tournament to the audience.

Nel watched with her mouth ajar again bringing the binoculars to her mouth as Ellar spat out some cold water and rise up in the tournament. “Is that a student? Somebody get that fanatic out of the winter waters!”

Students in the audience pointed and laughed.

Wearing a triumphant and very satisfied smile Draco flipped his wand in his hand before turning to face Nel. Lowering her binoculars, she rubbed her eyes and buried her face in the palms of her hands.

“Nel?” He called her name quickly approaching her. Again, she could hear the pebbles shifting under his steps. “Are you crying?” He asked sounding more blatantly surprised than concerned this time.

“No,” She removed her hands and wore a broad smile she attempted to hide behind her knuckles.

Satisfied Draco looked back at the audience from a far. He let out a laugh when he saw the way Lestrange was pitifully fished out of the freezing cold water by a Beuxbaton Professor. People laughed at him as they did.

“What a tosser,” Draco grumbled with great distaste. Still hiding her shy smile, the girl admired his face profile from the side. He completely missed the large doe eyes she was looking at him with. “Worse than mudbloods I tell you.” And… Just like that it was gone.

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HPHM Patronus Headcanons

We all have one, and we all have ideas for what the characters would have. Let me know what you guys think too! Rakepick isn’t listed because we already know her Patronus, and I’m probably going to talk about OCs in a different post, or else I’ll add them later once I’ve finally made up my mind.

Rowan Khanna - Aardvark

I’m not the only one who sees it, right? Our wonderful Rowan is quirky and inventive and if they were a wild animal, they’d employ such brilliance and like the aardvark, devise a unique way to catch their food. On a more somber note, Aardvarks are nocturnal and they aren’t pack animals - making them a good symbol for a kid who preferred to stay inside and read rather than help with the farm, a kid who really didn’t have that many friends beyond the people they knew by association to MC. Still, aardvarks are weirdly adorable and if you tell me you wouldn’t pet one, you would be a liar.

Ben Copper - Field Mouse

A small creature that is able and hide very easily, definitely suits a character who was, for such a long time, very timid. A character who knew how to cover his tracks - whether or not he was using such abilities for shady reasons. Mice normally symbolize innocence and modesty, but they’ve also been seen as unlucky before. In more traditional times they were seen as symbols of dark magic, or even the underworld - since they could often carry disease, were hard to capture, and usually came from the ground. Mice do have that dark side, and so does Ben - we’ve seen it in Year Six, and he’s definitely still hiding something. That was never really resolved.

Penny Haywood - Mourning Dove

This one is pretty easy. Doves have always been seen as a fundamental symbol of innocence. A messenger that comes to banish worried or troubled thoughts, and usher in goodness in their wake. Penny is nothing if not a force for good. Characters like Merula have even lamp-shaded how irritating it is. However, the Mourning Dove in particular is known for it’s melancholy call, invoking the symbolism of losing a loved one. Between Scarlett and Beatrice, Penny has demonstrated that however helpful she is to her friends, she doesn’t know how to deal with her own serious problems. She’s a hopeful, caring person...but there’s a distinct sadness blended in as well. When someone innocent is hurt, the pain is that much worse for them.

Beatrice Haywood - Chameleon

Beatrice seems to be a person that absorbs a lot from the people she looks up to or associates with. Not just in personality, but in physical appearance too. In Year Five, by her own admission, she was a “Mini Penny” and in Year Six, she takes after Ismelda quite a bit. Chameleons are of course, known for their ability to blend in with their surroundings. It’s their claim to fame. What’s more, the Labord’s Chameleon hatches after the parents have already died, meaning they have to make it without any support from the grownups. Not that Beatrice doesn’t have support, but...the teachers/staff have failed to protect her in the past, and she’s well aware of that.

Merula Snyde - Cat

Oh, she is such a cat. Few characters come close to being as cat-like as Merula. From her haughty and arrogant nature tying in to how people often see felines, to her actually being very lonely and desperate for love. If you’ve never had a cat, then believe me, they want your attention - it’s just that most of the time they refuse to admit it. Merula is the same way. Because of her upbringing, she seems to gravitate toward being a predator animal, or at least wanting to be one. But also the kind of predator that would play with it’s food and make a game out of it. Think of it this way - given Merula’s background, she wouldn’t know what a laser pointer is. And with her stand-offish personality, she would totally try to investigate it like a little cat.

Bill Weasley - Koala

The Koala Totem is said to symbolize a gentle nature, and give a calming effect on people. Bill isn’t just the oldest brother to all the Weasleys - he looks out for everyone in the Cursed Vault gang. In general, Koalas are social and easy-going animals who have been known to represent kindness and family. They’re also known for being inactive - which I wouldn’t say that Bill is, but despite his Big-Bro energy, he never really tries to stop MC and their friends when they’re getting into mischief. He didn’t stop Harry from trying to make a deal with Griphook either. He just kinda lets people do their own thing most of the time, or comes along if he’s invited.

Charlie Weasley - Dragon

What can I say? I couldn’t resist. Sure, it may be unlikely that he would actually have a Dragon for a Patronus, but we do know that such a form is possible. Just very rare. Well you know what? This wonderful cinnamon roll has earned it. Doesn’t mean he would summon a full-grown dragon on his first attempt though.There’s a head-canon I’ve seen that I really like, which says that Animagus/Patronus forms can sometimes start as babies, and “grow” the better at them you get. Alternatively, his Patronus could literally just be a baby dragon. As for the breed, I’ll leave that open to interpretation, but I’m gonna say Norwegian Ridgeback.

Skye Parkin - Hyena

Frequently scavengers, and often seen as cowardly - Hyenas are still vicious and are typically able to claim the kill. Sometimes even driving off larger predators and stealing their hard earned prey. Which is exactly the kind of dishonorable thing Skye would do. She seems to believe strongly in her “pack” or her team, and depend on them to have her back even when she’s getting into nonsense. Traditionally, the Hyena is also seen as secular, with it’s constant laugh being an act of defiance. Skye is a cheerful person most of the time...but she has shown that she has little regard for rules or authority figures that are not her Dad.

Murphy Mcnully - Bottle-nose Dolphin

Dolphins are interesting. They have a reputation for being very sweet and excitable, but they can often be...shall we say, rude or invasive. I love Murphy to bits, but he doesn’t always know how to read a room, and he’s entirely open about his bias toward MC’s team - even more-so than Lee Jordan. That being said, Dolphins are social, playful, and intelligent creatures. With unusual abilities like echolocation, they certainly match Murphy in his quirky brilliance. They’re caring, helpful creatures that will actually aid other animals in need, including humans. Even though Murphy isn’t actually a player on MC’s Quidditch team, he might as well be.

Orion Amari - Elephant

Orion is such a wonderful character. He might be an oddball, but he’s truly wise beyond his years. Elephants not only represent wisdom, but have been known to symbolize loyalty, sensitivity, peace, stability...all the great qualities that Orion embodies. They’re known for taking care of the herd, just as Orion looks after his team. They might be a little quirky, with their large ears and trunks that most other animals don’t have...but Orion is quirky as well. Some say that with their trunks down, Elephants are accumulating positive energy to push through their trials, which takes me back to the scene where Orion gives MC Quidditch robes. I cry every time.

Erika Rath - Lion

To be clear, a male lion. I know that a lioness can be interpreted differently, and we already have a character with that Patronus. No, Erika is a pack leader. Even if she’s not the Captain of her team, they seem to depend very heavily on her. She’s also ferocious. I mean, tell me with a straight face that you could take her in a fight, or that you’d ever want to. A full grown male lion lives by the code that ass-kicking equals authority, even if they don’t want to. Furthermore, the Lion and the Hyena tend to be natural enemies. Sure, a lion could take a hyena in a one-on-one fight...but what if the Hyena had it’s pack for backup? We’ve all seen Lion King...and we’ve seen how Skye has targeted Erika.

Barnaby Lee - Brown Bear

Barnaby is a man of brawn, not brain, and that’s totally fine because is also a man of heart. He’s already pretty much a bear in human form. Ranging from sweet and dopey in modern media, like Winnie the Pooh, to being seen as warriors and symbols of courage in mythology- the Brown Bear captures all of the very best parts of our favorite Slytherin cinnamon roll. He’s a gentle giant, but as we see in Year Three, he’ll jump into action to protect those he cares about the same way coming near a mama bear’s cubs will act as her berserk button. I would say the Bear really symbolizes his character arc in Year Three.

Andre Egwu - Satin Bowerbird

This is still my favorite head-canon about Andre and you can pry it from my cold dead hands. The bowerbird, aside from being a bird and thus connecting to Quidditch - is a creature named for the “Bower” that the males build. A structure that can be made of anything from sticks to flowers to random human garbage, that they create specifically to show off to potential mates. It’s not a nest, and they don’t use it as one. It’s exclusively for mating. The Bowerbird has a sense of fashion, and it understands how to score a date. Tell me this isn’t Andre’s favorite animal. I mean it could also be the Peacock, but that’s just too obvious.

Tulip Karasu - Jackal

I can’t believe I didn’t see it before, but this animal is perfect for the rebellious Ravenclaw. Let’s start with the fact that in the bible, Jackals represent isolation, loneliness, and abandonment. It’s okay Tulip, I’m sure she’ll forgive you one day. Then there’s the fact that they howl to establish territory, not unlike the way Tulip guards her findings with little padlocks. They’re usually seen as opportunistic, to the point where calling someone a jackal tends to them being collaborator with a sneaky or mischievous agenda. In folktales, they’re depicted as intelligent and cunning pranksters - which is just checkmate, if you ask me. Even the Jackal’s coloring kinda suits her.

Ismelda Murk - Anaconda

Like the Snake, and the Hogwarts House that carries it as an emblem, Ismelda is a misunderstood person - but that doesn’t mean she isn’t dangerous. Much like how there are stories of Anacondas eating people, that have never been verified...Ismelda talks a big game, but has never actually used the Dark Arts. A snake sheds it’s skin, just as Ismelda seems to have shed any connection to her sister, or even the rest of her family. In particular, the Anaconda is actually beloved by cultures in South America, and it was once common to sacrifice one in the name of a happy marriage...of course, that’s a pretty raw deal for the Anaconda, and I can’t help but see Ismelda as a sacrifice for the sake of her sister.

Liz Tuttle - Tortoise

As fun as it might have been to just choose a lizard and be done with it, I think a Tortoise represents Liz far better. In so many ways, it’s the ultimate symbol of patience, endurance, and persistence. If Ismelda meets all the criteria of the Slytherin stereotype - Liz is the opposite. She’s one of the most resilient characters, having to work against people thinking she’s odd, people not trusting her because she’s in Slytherin, and people generally being at odds with her belief that all creatures deserve protection. It’s not only the Hufflepuffs that care for magical critters, and Liz proves that. The Tortoise represents her decency, and her steadfast attitude. What’s more, Tortoises tend to have very long lifespans. And if Liz can face off against chimeras and come out of it unscathed...she’s gonna live a long, long life.

Talbott Winger - Golden Eagle

I doubt I need to explain this one. In the past, Animagi have been show to transform into the same animal as their Patronus. It hasn’t been confirmed that this is a rule or anything, but it applied to James and McGonagall. Besides, an eagle just suits Talbott. He’s a dreamer, a drifter, and he’s got his head in the clouds. But he also knows how to fight - having been forced to leave the nest far too early. Birds of prey generally represent victory, courage, and overcoming adversity. Which Talbott does - he’s learning to let his walls down. Taking the first steps toward accepting the losses that he’s suffered, and moving on.

Chiara Lobosca - Labrador

Supposedly cats, dogs, and birds are the most common animals to have as a Patronus. Which makes sense, but if anyone out there was truly a dog, it would be Chiara. Between her self-sacrificing loyalty to Remus, to her protective instincts in shielding MC from Greyback, she is the physical embodiment of the “we don’t deserve dogs” sentiment. As sweet as she is, she’s also quiet, so I figured a large dog was more appropriate, especially a Lab. What’s more, she’s interested in Healing, and that reminds me of service dogs. Or even just dogs that can sense when their human is sick, and gives them therapeutic cuddles.

Jae Kim - Raccoon

An inventive, practical animal - the Raccoon is known for having paws with defined fingers that allow them to do most things with their “hands” and that’s actually where the word “raccoon” comes from. I feel like the Racoon’s elusive ways and their nature as scavengers pretty closely reflects Jae and his business. Raccoons are frequently associated with adaptability and illusion. Their ringed tails and masked faces being seen as signs of thievery. But you know what? These animals are far more friendly then media would have you assume. I know from personal experience. So I think a character like Jae who is shady and skirts the law, but is ultimately a good guy, would fit the raccoon well.

Badeea Ali - Owl

Despite the magical community’s affinity for them, Owls are said to be highly rare as Patronuses, according to Pottermore. Most people don’t have them, but I think she would. I don’t think it would suit anyone better than the elusive, creative Badeea. They tend to represent wisdom, good judgment, and knowledge. It’s sharp vision representing insight and observational skills. Only a truly clever witch could be a spell inventor at this age. What’s more, Owls are an integral part of the Wizarding lifestyle. They’re constantly helpful. MC would not have survived the nightmare that was the Peeves Chapters in Year Five if not for their most mystical friend.

Diego Caplan - Grebe

If you know anything about Grebes as birds, then you might not be too surprised. Then again, I hadn’t even heard of them until recently, but when I did I thought “Diego.” They’re waterfowls that are related to flamingos. But the Grebes have an entire ceremony dedicated to mating, which involves intricate dancing. They compete with each other for a female’s attention. I’m not saying Diego is jealous of Cedric cause he has a thing for Penny - all I’m saying is that Diego is jealous of Cedric because he has a thing for Penny. Beyond that, Grebes symbolize fearlessness and perseverance in Native American culture, supposedly bringing a calm, peaceful presence.

And that’s it! I did it, I actually did it! I didn’t think I’d make it this far. And if you did as well, thanks for checking it out. I’d love to know what you think!

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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Chapter 16: A Very Frosty Christmas

“‘Fred and George tried to get me to make one when I was about five. I nearly did, too, I was holding hands with Fred and everything when Dad found us. He went mental,’ said Ron, with a reminiscent gleam in his eyes.” – If Ron was five that means the twins were seven and I doubt they could have done any severe damage. They didn’t even had wands back then and the spell to do the Unbreakable Vow seems a bit too complex for children.

There is an obvious difference between the way the twins talk to Ron after they found out he had a girlfriend and the way they talked to Ginny about her boyfriend. They tease Ron, but they never act like his reputation is at risk. It is a very obvious example of sexism.

“‘They didn’t hear him,’ said Harry flatly. ‘No one’s that good an actor, not even Snape.’” – As a matter of fact he is probably the best actor of all time.

“Fred, George, Harry and Ron were the only ones who knew that the angel on top of the tree was actually a garden gnome that had bitten Fred on the ankle as he pulled up carrots for Christmas dinner. Stupefied, painted gold, stuffed into a miniature tutu and with small wings glued to its back, it glowered down at them all, the ugliest angel Harry had ever seen, with a large bald head like a potato and rather hairy feet.” – I need some fan art of this, asap.

“‘I neither like nor dislike Severus,’ said Lupin. ‘No, Harry, I am speaking the truth,’ he added, as Harry pulled a sceptical expression. ‘We shall never be bosom friends, perhaps; after all that happened between James and Sirius and Severus, there is too much bitterness there. But I do not forget that during the year I taught at Hogwarts, Severus made the Wolfsbane Potion for me every month, made it perfectly, so that I did not have to suffer as I usually do at the full moon.’” – I mean we ignore the fact that Snape had wanted to see both Lupin and Sirius dead, despite the fact that there was proof that both were innocent. And while Lupin is right to feel grateful towards Snape for keeping him healthy, I think Snape did not make the potion out of the goodness of his heart, but on Dumbledore’s order and because he obviously did not want the risk of a werewolf wandering around Hogwarts. But despite the fact that they are both in the Order it does not seem like Snape continued to make the Wolfbane Potion for Lupin. By now of course Lupin is undercover among other werewolves, but still. Snape’s helpfulness only went as far as Dumbledore ordered it to be.

“’Greyback specialises in children … bite them young, he says, and raise them away from their parents, raise them to hate normal wizards. Voldemort has threatened to unleash him upon people’s sons and daughters; it is a threat that usually produces good results.’” – Enough has been written and said about Greyback being a predator and how problematic it is to portray him as someone who prefers to bite children, so I leave it with that.

“‘But you are normal!’ said Harry fiercely. ‘You’ve just got a – a problem –’ Lupin burst out laughing. ‘Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my “furry little problem” in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit.’” – Harry of course had almost an entire year, where he got close to Lupin, before he had learned about him being a werewolf (and even then he didn’t trust him immediately). But most people don’t even get there. They wouldn’t even bother to find out what kind of man Lupin is once they know he is a werewolf. They most likely never met a werewolf in their life and are full of prejudices. They only see the monster, not the man. Whereas Harry first and foremost sees the man and forgets about the monster.

“‘There are no wizarding princes,’ said Lupin, now smiling.” – But has there ever been a Wizard monarchy? Or did they always have a democracy and government? And if they had a monarchy did it stop having power at the same it did in the Muggle world?

“Ron fell asleep almost immediately, but Harry delved into his trunk and pulled out his copy of Advanced Potion-Making before getting into bed. There he turned its pages, searching, until he finally found, at the front of the book, the date that it had been published. It was nearly fifty years old. Neither his father, nor his father’s friends, had been at Hogwarts fifty years ago.” – Because obviously using a second-hand book is a thing Harry has never heard about.

“‘Well … we don’t really talk much,’ said Ron. ‘It’s mainly …’ ‘Snogging,’ said Harry.” – No offence though, like we all had those relationships as teenagers that simply existed to get some experience. But I think that’s something else about Ron and Hermione, even though they might be different, they do know each other really well, they know how the other works (and also unfortunately what would hurt the other the most), so despite their differences they have a deep bond and trust.

“[…]Mrs Weasley herself, who was sporting a brand new midnight-blue witch’s hat glittering with what looked like tiny starlike diamonds, and a spectacular golden necklace. ‘Fred and George gave them to me! Aren’t they beautiful?’ ‘Well, we find we appreciate you more and more, Mum, now we’re washing our own socks,’ said George, waving an airy hand.” – The twins might be the children Mrs Weasley had to scold with the most and it always seemed like their mother was the only one Fred & George ever feared, but they are not ungrateful. They do appreciate all the hard work their mother did for them and they try to give something back to her.

“She gave Lupin an annoyed look, as though it was all his fault she was getting Fleur for a daughter-in-law instead of Tonks, but Harry, glancing across at Fleur, who was now feeding Bill bits of turkey off her own fork, thought that Mrs Weasley was fighting a long-lost battle. He was, however, reminded of a question he had with regard to Tonks, and who better to ask than Lupin, the man who knew all about Patronuses? ‘Tonks’s Patronus has changed its form,’ he told him. ‘Snape said so, anyway. I didn’t know that could happen. Why would your Patronus change?’ Lupin took his time chewing his turkey and swallowing before saying slowly, ‘Sometimes … a great shock … an emotional upheaval …’ ‘It looked big, and it had four legs,’ said Harry, struck by a sudden thought and lowering his voice. ‘Hey … it couldn’t be –?’” – I really love how completely misinterpreting Harry is the entire situation. Mrs Weasley does blame Lupin for Tonk’s absence, but for completely different reasons. And of course there is more than one big creature with four legs.

“[…]Well, if anybody cared to show me your charming garden … ah, that young man’s finished, why doesn’t he take a stroll with me?’ The atmosphere around the table changed perceptibly. Everybody looked from Scrimgeour to Harry. Nobody seemed to find Scrimgeour’s pretence that he did not know Harry’s name convincing, or find it natural that he should be chosen to accompany the Minister around the garden when Ginny, Fleur and George also had clean plates.” – Scrimgeour’s plan is so obvious that it hurts. And obviously this is yet another way Percy breaks his mother’s heart, because he must be aware that they would find out the real reason for their visit, and that the family reunion is nothing more than an act to get to Harry.

“‘It’s fine,’ he said quietly, as he passed Lupin, who had half risen from his chair. ‘Fine,’ he added, as Mr Weasley opened his mouth to speak.” – I totally get why neither Lupin or Mr Weasley want to leave Harry alone with Scrimgeour. Harry is still 16 after all and Scrimgeour wants to manipulative him for his own advantages. But I love the entire conversation that follows, how Harry knows exactly what the Ministry wants from him and how he stands his ground. The last year gave him a rather ugly look at how politics work and disillusioned him.

One of things Scrimgeour mentions is that it is Harry’s duty to help the Ministry and I wonder why he would think that. In which ways does Harry owe the Ministry anything at all? When did they ever help him? Sure, Fudge made it possible that Harry was not accused for underage magic after he blew up aunt Marge, but two years later he tried everything in his power to damage Harry’s reputation. Fudge had used Harry because he is a public figure and now Srimgeour does the very same thing. Furthermore Scrimgeour mentions the Head of the Auror office, implying that he could help Harry with his wish to become an Auror, but between the lines it also means he could prevent Harry from becoming one. He holds Harry’s future as a bargain.

“‘Yeah, and others might say it’s your duty to check people really are Death Eaters before you chuck them in prison,’ said Harry, his temper rising now. ‘You’re doing what Barty Crouch did. You never get it right, you people, do you? Either we’ve got Fudge, pretending everything’s lovely while people get murdered right under his nose, or we’ve got you, chucking the wrong people into jail and trying to pretend you’ve got the Chosen One working for you!’” – Harry clearly sees the parallel to what has happened the last time Voldemort was in power, how the fear and terror lead to injustice, how the Ministry tries to show strength and becomes a dictatorship in doing so. But I think it also reflects Rowling’s own opinion on politics. There are no good politicians in her world. Neither Fudge or Scrimgeour got it right; both abuse their power and both use Harry for it (first as a scapegoat, now as a mascot). Arguably the message here is that power will always corrupt, at least the ones who crave for it (as we will also see in book 7 regarding Dumbledore).

“‘Well, it is clear to me that he has done a very good job on you,’ said Scrimgeour, his eyes cold and hard behind his wire-rimmed glasses. ‘Dumbledore’s man through and through, aren’t you, Potter?’ ‘Yeah, I am,’ said Harry. ‘Glad we straightened that out.’” – By now this seems like a positive statement, as if Dumbledore is the only one we can trust and who is always right. But with the things we learn about Dumbledore in book 7 we see Scrimgeour’s statement in a different light, because there is some (ugly) truth to it. Dumbledore did in fact a good job on Harry, he did manipulate him in his own ways, so that Harry at least by now puts blind faith in him.

#Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince #A Very Frosty Christmas #chapter notes #hbp

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|| GREGORY EEYORE ||

Blood Status: Muggle-Born School: Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff Year: 4th Title(s) if any: Captain of Champions for Magical Creatures, Hufflepuff Seeker, Member of Frog Choir, Member of Gardening Club Wand: English Oak, Phoenix, 13", Supple

This is the rarest core type. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn or dragon cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike.Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalize, and their allegiance is usually hard won.

Patronus (5th plus): N/A The Stag

You got the stag, which is the same as Harry and his father, James Potter. Having the stag as one’s Patronus symbolizes fearlessness and strength. You are very much an adventurer who is always ready for action, but sometimes you take action without thinking. Although others may see you as reckless, your intuition has rarely steered you in the wrong direction. Your heart is pure, despite the many temptations that come your way.

Pet: Esel (Rat) Three Best (max)/Three Worst Classes (min):

Best:

Care of Magical Creatures Herbology Transfiguration

Worst:

History of Magic Defense Against The Dark Arts Astronomy

Hogwarts, a Personal History:

Born in the English hillsides to loving parents, Gregory grew up in a happy home, spending much of his time as soon as he was able exploring his backyard with his parents. From a young age, the boy was fascinated with wildlife and nature - a curiosity that had him wishing to spend all of his time there. For the most part, life was good and the young boy was more than content.

It was only when Gregory started school that things were different. He wanted to like school, truly he did, however the other children often regarded him as an outsider and treated him cruelly for no other reason than that he’d been shy and often missed his parents. Not to mention being stuck inside a classroom for hours on end? It was stifling.

It wasn’t until one recess spent hiding away at the edge of the grounds from all the other kids that Gregory discovered his magic - the blades of grass between his fingers softly sprouting into beautiful little buttercups beneath his touch. Without mentioning it to another soul - Gregory simply just thought he was some kind of superhero (though he much would have preferred the ability to talk to animals). It was only before he was due to turn eleven that the acceptance letter from Hogwarts slipped through his window and that Gregory learned what he truly was. Though it was hidden from his parents for a brief period of time, the young man finally showed it to them and once they were over the shock of magic existing as well as their son being a Wizard? They didn’t hesitate to agree to send him to Hogwarts if that was what he wanted.

Aside from missing his parents terribly, Gregory loves his time spent at Hogwarts. There’s never something he experiences that doesn’t completely blow his mind from day to day - and after finally securing the title of Captain of the Champions for Magical Creatures he couldn’t be happier! Though he often has a busy schedule with all the activities he tries to squeeze in, Greg tries his best to be a good and respectful student; something he’s often successful at -...minus the days he gets in trouble for forgetting to take his lip ring out for class.

Though.... Greg also may or may not have spent far too much time researching after his 3rd year Transfiguration class and now may or may not be an unregistered Animagus.

Otter: You are clever, hard-working, and sensible. You are a stickler for rules but people respect you because you always have an answer to something. You are happy hanging around your closest friends and you are someone who many people want as a friend. You are known for your compassion and your unwavering determination to stand up for what you believe in.

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The Marauder’s Map: A Horcrux?

My friend had an existential crisis at 4am and sent me this.

(I definitely don’t think this is “canon” but it’s an interesting theory if you open your mind to interpretation/look at the HP universe as a whole instead of just what’s in the books)

What we know about the map (from Pottermore/the books/J.K. herself):

Remus, Peter, Sirius, and James created it.

Its magic is “advanced” and “impressive.”

They used the homonculous charm for tracking people in the castle.

It’s “enchanted to repel Snape” (Pottermore specifically says Snape because he was their “nemesis,” but he is also the only person seen trying to force the map to “reveal its secrets,” so it’s unknown/unlikely in my opinion that this feature is unique to him)

They were able to map the grounds from exploring them as animagi.

They mapped the inside of the castle using James’ invisibility cloak.

Filch confiscated the map in their 7th year.

Fred and George steal the map back in their first year.

The twins have always been drawn to mischief as naturally born troublemakers, but this wouldn’t explain why, out of everything in Filch’s “Confiscated and Highly Dangerous” drawer, they would take a piece of parchment? Yeah, they tossed a dung bomb and just grabbed whatever, but it’s a pretty amazing coincidence. Even more amazing is that they somehow figure out how it works with nothing to go on. How did they even know there was anything to work out? With enough certainty to devote “ages” to crack it? The label on Filch’s drawer could be it, I suppose, but even Filch only put it in there because of its association with the Marauders.

“I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good” is not a common phrase… which is why the map had to help them, “flickering to life” when they got close. I could go on and on about this, I really could, but to keep it short: why would the Marauders waste time putting this into the spellwork? Hints for someone to try and get into the map? They wouldn’t. It just doesn’t make sense, meaning the map must be able to think for itself, and decided that the Weasley’s were fellow mischief makers…

Which brings me to my second Weasley-related-point.

“Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.” - Mr. Weasley, in the second book, which is ENTIRELY ABOUT THE ONE HORCRUX WHICH RESEMBLES THE MAP THE MOST.

Moving along.

Fred and George pass the map along to Harry in his third year.

Nobody talks about how weird this is. The map is the twins’ most prized possession- I mean, why wouldn’t it be? It’s amazing. And, yeah, they give it to Harry because they want him to be able to go to Hogsmeade/because they’ve already learned everything on it, but they’re giving up the ability to know exactly where every professor, let alone person, in the entire school, is at any given moment. All so some kid their brother is friends with can get butterbeer? I get that Harry is basically an adopted Weasley but that’s feeble. They could’ve just shown him the passage and kept the map!

Note: I recognize that coincidences are necessary in book land. I know that The Map is fundamental to PoA and is used as plot-lube. J.K. isn’t purposefully constructing a marauders-map-horcrux-connection, but it fits in with canon effortlessly when you actually apply logic outside of “well, that had to happen for the story.”

We already know that horcruxes can influence people in close proximity. It’s not an insane leap to make that, if the Marauders Map were a horcrux, it might influence Fred and George to pass the map along to the direct link of one of its founders. Or maybe, they were beginning to feel a bit too dependant on it… As Hermione said in DH, “You’re in trouble if you get too fond of or dependent on a Horcrux.“ Maybe this was their version of when Ginny tried to destroy the Diary…

Okay, so, horcruxes. Deep, dark, horrible things. Bad.

This is sort of where, in order for this theory to work, you have to bring the HP universe into a sort of reality and challenge wizarding society as a whole.

For example: who decides what magic is dark? Who decides what is good and evil?

What we know FOR SURE about Horcruxes:

Definition: splitting a damaged part of one’s soul off and putting it into another vessel.

Each of Voldemort’s horcruxes were created following an intentional murder, an act so evil it permanently wounds a person’s soul, and this damaged fragment can be extracted for the horcrux. This has lead us to believe that a murder must take place, however, J.K. Rowling’s definition says a horcrux is "a receptacle prepared by dark magic in which a dark wizard has hidden a fragment of his soul for the purpose of attaining immortality.” Nothing is said about murder. Murder, however, is likely the easiest and/or original method, and would explain why Horcruxes might have become a symbol for “dark wizards.”

“Hor” means “dirt, evil, impurity” and “crux” means “container.” This could translate into “container for evil”, which would explain the requirement of an act such as murder, but it could also mean “a container for impurities.” (This will be relevant later).

Horcruxes, to some extent, retain the identity of their creator at the time of creation. Example: Voldemort created the diary when he was 16 (around the same age the Marauders would’ve been when the map was created), and took the form of 16-year-old Tom Riddle when the time came. Despite this, though, it still seemed to be aware of events which had happened since that time, and who he was connected to. Example: “I am Lord Voldemort.”

Horcruxes can think for themselves but in the same thought patterns of their creator.

Horcruxes have certain magical abilities such as influencing those around them or even possessing them. Example: Ginny, obviously. Or Slytherin’s locket worsening the trio’s mood whenever they wore it.

They can sense destruction and will defend themselves magically.

Anyone with a horcrux may never be unable to leave “limbo” after death, unable to become a ghost or go to the land of the dead because the soul is unwhole.

So basically, horcruxes are putting your soul into something that is not your body. They were invented/discovered by a dark wizard and then used again by the evilest wizard of all time, so obviously they’d be revered as dark magic. But what would happen if a horcrux was created by one, or perhaps four, not evil individuals?

Answer: The Marauders Map.

Theory holes debunked:

1. “But what about that part- ‘For the purpose of attaining immortality?’” My theory is not stating that James, Remus, Sirius or Peter wanted to remain immortal- At least, not in the literal sense. Immortality doesn’t necessarily have to mean living forever. If you think these four boys wouldn’t have been into the idea of a way to continue to wreak havoc at Hogwarts forever, you’re wrong. This map would be their legacy. Wanting to live on, but not live forever, could have been enough.

2. “How did they split their souls apart without killing anyone?” My theory for this is, in a way, a reverse Patronus charm. There is a lot of soul-talk when it comes to patronuses and dementors, and a Patronus is a physical manifestation of the lightest parts of a person’s soul- but what would happen if a spell was created for the darkest parts? Parts so dark they were damaged and marred. A person’s absolute worst, more traumatic thoughts or memories. For Sirius, just about anything from his childhood as a Black would probably work. James is less clear, but as it’s never mentioned when James’ parents died, his father’s death could easily be it. For Remus- duh. Just duh. And for Peter, as we know, he had darkness lurking just below the surface.

3. “But then why didn’t they all turn into bald snake looking assholes?” The form we see of Voldemort is his new body, completely reconstructed from that weird potion thing that happened. That isn’t to say that splitting your soul up wouldn’t have an effect, it does, but at 7 Dumbledore said Voldemort’s soul was “pushed to the limit.” His physical body isn’t ever mentioned in regards to the horcruxes. In fact, Dumbledore says he underwent “magical transformation.” So sorta like plastic surgery. Makes him even lamer.

4. Why didn’t the map do evil stuff?” Because none of the marauder’s souls were, inherently, evil. My theory is that a horcrux’s influence reflects the original person and brings out those traits in whoever interacts with the object. For example, the trio all acted very differently with the locket. Hermione got sad (mostly), Harry got angsty, and Ron got angry and insecure. The horcruxes don’t make new behavior (with the exception of Ginny, but this was only after she was possessed), they just amplify already existing behavior in a way that mirrors the original soul. Starts to make a whole lot more sense when you think about the Twins, doesn’t it?

5. “How are they all dead then?” Okay, first of all, fuck you. Second of all… maybe they don’t have to be.

Other points:

If the map was just spell-work, it’s safe to say a good portion of it was done by James, yet when he died the spells remained intact. Throughout the books, the lifespan of spells in inconsistent, but for example, Lily transfigured a lilypad into a fish for Slughorn, but when she died, it disappeared.

This theory would explain some of the patterns of un-feeling when it comes to the Marauders. Remus sucking at relationships and remaining alone most of his life, Peter’s ease in betraying his friends, and even Sirius has flashes of difficulty dealing with emotions or having inappropriate/disproportionate ones

Another aspect of this I’ve considered is that, if the marauders figured out a way to do this, they might have given even less of their soul up because they were putting four pieces into one object, which would lessen any effects even more.

The map insulting snape shows that it can think in the present and on its own. (As well as it recognizing that Snape is currently a professor!) This is all speculation, but if James or Sirius tried to just enchant the map to insult Snape, Remus would absolutely point out the missed opportunity to insult anyone who tried to force their way in. It also proves the theory by showing the marauder’s personalities and that they know who Snape is and have opinions about his greasy hair. I think that if someone the marauders never knew tried to breach the map it would just write generic insults, but if it’s someone they knew by the time of making the horcrux the insults would be more specific.

The map would have remained undetected by Filch. He was a squib, so if he tried to destroy it or reveal it would have been without magic, which the map, or rather the soul fragments of the Marauders, wouldn’t have considered him a real threat. It’s also not very likely to have influenced him at all since he was so completely opposite to the marauders soul-wise.

Also, if all four souls were even smaller parts than what Voldemort had to use for his horcruxes, it’s likely any influence would be minute for anyone since the Marauders were four very different people.

Fred and George said they owed everything they knew to Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. They opened a prank shop. They were incredible wizards who used their power to make people laugh even in the middle of a war. I refuse to let go of the fact that their biggest influencers were the marauders in their younger years. Just look how different they are from everyone else in their family, and McGonagall even says they’re the same as the marauders at one point doesn’t she??? I’m pretty sure she does.

Harry uses the map in every book after the third, when he first gets it. I haven’t gone through the books to find every instance the map is used, mostly because it’s pretty often. I mean, obviously. Without doing any sort of research I can’t definitively back up the idea that the map somewhat influences Harry, but since this wasn’t a part of the story it’s unlikely there would be anything outright stating that anyway. This point is a loose one, but I think it’s valid enough to point out that Harry has a certain amount of assurance when using the map that might come from the resource itself, or possibly, something else entirely.

I honestly think the most undeniable truth is how similar the map is to Tom’s diary. Eerily. Sure, it didn’t converse with anyone per se… but it did give hints in response to the twins trying to crack the code, and honestly, did anyone ever try writing on it? Hm? Ugh.

They could’ve found out about horcruxes from anywhere, especially with James having an invisibility cloak. I think it probably started with them creating the map, but deciding it was missing something and being unsatisfied with it not being more clever, so they started to look for ways to achieve that.

Like a lot of things in the HP universe, a “soul container” isn’t an original concept and exists in mythology, legends, religion etc. and it is not always a sinister object. I think a lot of the idea of it comes from power leading to corruption of the mind, though, which is why a “good” horcrux would need to be made by people who didn’t have those corrupt intentions in the first place. Sort of like the whole “those who wanted to find it, but not use it” lesson from the sorcerer’s stone.

This is completely abstract and not really part of the theory so much as wishful thinking: it’s possible that, because they all did this, all four marauders end up stuck in limbo between the land of the living and the land of the dead forever. How to make this suck less: since Sirius entered through the veil, he stays close to it, and when James and Remus find him and figure out he can still see through the other side, they decide to walk back through together and live. Somehow. Let’s say that the freak hand Voldemort kills Peter with is enough to obliterate his soul so he doesn’t get this luxury. Only downside: Lily.

#harry potter theory #hp #harry potter #marauders #marauders map #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #padfoot #prongs #moony #wormtail #sirius #remus #peter #james #jk rowling

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nerdygaymormon · 7 years

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Harry Potter

LESSONS IN THE BOOKS

Besides being a great story, many topics are addressed in these books: Racism (pure bloods); ethical treatment of others (house elves); media (sensationalizes stories, even fakes news); media & gov’t (gov’t responds to news & tries to manipulate press, media will pull punches in order to maintain access to the powerful); gov’t (interested in appearing to do a good job, best public servants often don’t reach the top); truth & lies (Harry’s lies usually get him in trouble); Death (not to be feared; it is not the end; those we love never truly leave us, especially in times of great trouble; good & bad ways to mourn). Most important lesson in the books is that your choices determine who you are & the path you follow in life and love is the most important force.

What impressed me when I read the first book is the hero. Harry is an orphan who has a miserable home life & isn’t particularly clever or bright. When he learns he has magical powers, he goes to a school where everyone else does, too. It’s not his background or unique abilities that make Harry a hero, it is his courage to do the right things, even when hard or unpopular

SOME INTERESTING THINGS

When Ron is joking he is usually correct (jokes that Tom Riddle received trophy for services to the school for killing Moaning Myrtle). Hermione is usually correct unless she is emotional. Sybil Trelawney, the divination teacher, often sees the right clues but misinterprets.

The Quidditch games foreshadow the plot. Year 1—Quirrel jinxes Harry’s broom but Harry & friends think it’s Snape, but Snape actually protects Harry. Harry catches Golden Snitch (almost swallowed it), not due to any great skill, like how he obtained the Philosopher’s Stone. Draco jokes Harry will be replaced by a tree frog, and in a later book, Harry is removed from the team by a woman who is compared in appearance to a toad. In year 2—Dobby bewitches the blodger that breaks Harry’s arm. Lockhart attempts to heal, but with dubious results, etc.

HERO’S JOURNEY

The Quiddith game also serves to illustrate one of the underlying themes of the books, the Hero’s Journey. This theme has been used for millennia (I think because our souls recognize the Plan of Salvation in it). The hero starts off not knowing his true character/background. He is invited to go on a quest, has a mentor who teaches & guides, makes close friends along the way who help, but has to face the ultimate challenge alone.

Professor Minerva McGonnagall (Minerva is Roman for Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom) introduces Harry to Oliver Wood (olive tree is Athena’s symbol). Oliver teaches Quidditch to Harry. While part of a team, Harry is a seeker (for truth & enlightenment). Beaters protect & clear the way (just as the twins give Harry the Marauder’s Map or make diversions for him). Others score points and defend the home hoops, but the game ultimately depends on Seeker.

CHRISTIAN SYMBOLISM

Philosopher’s Stone (In US is Sorcerer’s Stone)—Symbol of Jesus. Blood red in color; turns base metals to gold; used to make Elixir of Life that keeps you alive as long as you drink.

Gold—Symbol of Jesus because it doesn’t rust or tarnish, but shines forever.

Phoenix—Can resurrect itself, its tears have healing power, and can carry very heavy loads.

Stag—Horns will grow back if broken off, which is reminiscent of resurrection.

Griffin—Head & front of eagle, body of lion. Being both king of beast & fowl, the griffin symbolizes Christ’s dominion of earth & heaven, the physical & the spiritual.

Unicorn—Symbol of purity & innocence. Its blood will keep you alive, but killing it is a great crime and leads to a cursed life. Traditionally the unicorn can only be caught when a maiden sits in a field, the unicorn will lay its head in her lap and sleep (i.e., Christ entering Mary’s womb), only then can men grab and kill it.

James—Harry’s father is named for the disciple & brother of Christ

Lily—Harry’s mom is named for a flower that is used at funerals because its horn shape reminds us of the glorious return of Christ, when the dead will rise.

Patronus—Made of light, protects against Dementors (predators of souls) & other dark creatures

There are many more examples. And this Christian theme continues with the villains:

Malfoy—French for “bad faith.”

Draco—means “Dragon.”

Lucius—similar in sound to Lucifer

Narcissa—Narcissism is the love of self to the exclusion of others

Death Eaters—Followers of Voldemort; name implies their service doesn’t end in Eternal life.

Slytherin—This house’s symbol is a snake (no wonder they oppose Griffindor).

The Dark Lord—Voldemort’s title, shows he captains the forces opposed to the Light

As for the criticism about magic in the books, many fairy tales and books embraced by Christians (Narnia, Lord of the Rings) have magic. Just like in those books, these characters are born with magical powers and Hogwarts teaches them to use this power. It doesn’t teach students to do magic by invoking the name & power of a deity or demon. It is an important difference.

PLOT PATTERN

The first six books all follow a similar pattern:

Harry rescued from Dursley’s (Hagrid, flying car, knight bus, Dumbledore, Order)

Travels to Hogwarts where a mystery develops

Mystery deepens until events cause Harry to act (Ginny in Chamber, Sirius to be killed)

Harry travels underground or to a cemetery, which is the same symbolism (down hatch that Fluffy guards, Chamber of Secrets)

At the moment of death, Harry escapes when the symbol of Christ appears (Philosopher’s stone, Phoenix, Stag patronus, goblet)

Harry learns somebody is not whom they seem (Quirrell, Riddle, Sirius, Mad-Eye)

Dumbledore gives an explanation and teaches a lesson, Harry travels to the Dursley’s

POST MODERNISM

The literary theme of our time is post modernism. Society labels some people or groups as less desirable or misfits. Some of the misfits struggle against their classification, but are beaten down by the ‘superior’ group. Eventually a situation arises where the ‘misfits’ rescue those who are ‘superior.’ The misfits become heroes & society realigns to be inclusive and to celebrate differences.

At the beginning of the books, who would have chosen the Neville or Luna as key members of their team? Even the bookworm Hermione and nice guy Ron are probably not who we would initially choose for a team to defeat Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

COMPARE & CONTRAST

The books frequently present characters who make different choices and serve to illustrate the books’ main points. Consider Tom Riddle and Harry Potter, both orphaned and friendless before going to Hogwarts. Hermione has trouble seeing past her book knowledge to see the deeper truths that Luna views. Draco is Harry’s opposite whom we judge less harshly as we learn his backstory (bully for dad, Voldy threatens to kill if he fails in task).

FINAL ANALYSIS

There are more ways to analyze the books (for instance, the use of alchemy symbolism), but all these viewpoints (hero’s journey, Christian symbolism, post modernism, alchemy, etc.) serve to emphasize the books’ most important lesson, that our choices regarding love, mercy, forgiveness, courage, loyalty and fidelity shape and change our lives, determine our character, and lead to our final reward or punishment.

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fanesavin · 6 years

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𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝟣-𝟦 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹

𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹:

HP!Fane comes for a long line of morally grey pureblooded figures who are pretty shady. They’re an incredibly old-money family and essentially a more Eastern version of the Blacks.

His father is relatively neutral on the stance of elitism, his mother however takes her job as a pure blood very seriously and he has several siblings and has a pretty large family unit in this AU: at least one or two sisters, an older brother and a younger brother. His father is versed in but doesn’t practise dark arts whereas his mother and other siblings do and since the laws are more lax where he grew up they got away with it more easily.

At least one of his sisters is an animagus and can turn into a jaguar as well as being another legilimens. She’s also a generally very skilled witch and none of the other siblings are sure which version of her is scarier; her being a Legilimens and an Animagus. Essentially they’re just like like damn leave some talent for the rest of us please.

The Savins/Alois family have been on most watch lists for years as there are many rumours that they are a very long line of Dark Arts witches and wizards and at least considered very dangerous people. However, no one has ever managed to prove anything and any allegations are very circumstantial because they’re careful about what they do get up to and don’t actively associate with any cult figures or leaders that draw attention to themselves; Grindelwald and Voldemort being such examples.

His ancestors go back to viking origins and very archaeic and ancient runic based magic and runes is a subject he’s particularly skilled in. He’s also very good a potions because the Savins had their own greenhouse and apothecary at home in Romania and he had a decent amount of practise brewing potions growing up.

Same with flying

Fane comes from a very long line of pureblood witches and wizards with his family tree dating back to the viking era where many of his ancestors practised seiðr and galdr which was a sort of shamanism form of magi They were pretty well known for their skills in the arts of divination, clairvoyance, transformation and legilimency. There are also a few metamorphmagi in the family tree as well. His ancestors were some of the first students admitted to Durmstrang and almost every generation since has attended and graduated from their curriculum. He’s one of the few students who never completed his entire education there.

Father: Alistair Savin (former head of the Romanian Department of International Magical Cooperation and now working as a European liaison with the Ministry of Magic)

Mother: Katerina Savin (works for the international magical office of law)

Older sister: Alexandra Savin (journalist, animagus and legilimens)

Older brother: Ivan Savin (legilimens)

Older sister: Christina Savin (healer)

Himself: Stefan Savin (parseltongue)

Younger brother: Erich Savin

Cousin: Daniela Octavia Savin/Lovel (Seer)

𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 (𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈):

Fane’s family moved to London just after he completed his first term at Durmstrang and he was consequently transferred to Hogwarts around Christmas.

Fane’s a parseltongue and he thinks he’s going mad when he can hear the Basilisk in the walls. Half the school is convinced Harry is the heir to Slytherin and the other half think it might be this transfer student from one of potentially the darkest Wizarding schools and long-standing dark arts lineages in the world.

During his first year Fane’s father goes missing and it’s a big scandal but the family do try to keep it hush hush, Katerina Savin is convinced muggles killed him. Fane isn’t entirely sure what he thinks about it honestly. His father wasn’t really ever very present in his life.

Fane gets so fed up with Lockheart.

“We never learn ANYTHING useful in his class”

He really enjoyed DADA at Durmstrang and was so looking forward to that class and it’s such a disappointment.

This explains why he began teaching himself things outside of lessons, between Lockheart, generally being seen as a bit of an outsider due to his late start and transfer status along with the rumours that circulate about his family resulted in him not being particularly ‘close’ to many other students at the start of his education and mostly just delved into his studies.

He likes Snape at first, because Snape seems to like him and treats him as if he is special and little Fane is very hungry for that. He's a Savin so of course he gets preferential treatment from Snape and he's too young to see anything wrong with it. It's only when Snape starts picking on the few people Fane has sort of become friendly with that he discovers he doesn't like that as much and he's not sure what to do.

𝒮𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 (𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒜𝓏𝓀𝒶𝒷𝒶𝓃):

Fane was considering not returning after all the heir of Slytherin nonsense but Alex convinced him to come back.

Fane on the train with the dementors: he still has all the self doubt after the heir of Slytherin nonsense. He doesn't faint but it’s definitely rough and he sits there in the compartment with his head between his knees for a long time-- Looks pale, feels a bit sick. Faye’s with him, they’ve gotten to know each other a bit and they’re getting closer. So it’s kind of alarming to see him like that.

This year he has the dementors to contend with because of it, along with him beginning to doubt his place within his family. Fane struggled first year with being a transfer and the legacy of his family overshadowing him a lot with a lot of speculation about who he was and what he might be capable of being thrown around. He’s low on positives and struggles even more with the dementors around especially considering he’s from a dark lineage combined with his own self-doubt it’s acts as a bit of a magnet drawing them to him.

𝑅𝑒𝓂𝓊𝓈 𝐿𝓊𝓅𝒾𝓃 :

Second year Fane bonds with Remus really well, mostly because this small second year is perceptive enough to tell that Lupin is lonely too and Fane finds his DADA lessons so good that he’s always bombarding him for more things to practise.

Fane joins the Quidditch team at the suggestion of Remus. Quidditch is how he ends up finally starting to make friends, pretty natural in the air he became a keeper in his second year and eventually over the years became the Ravenclaw team Captain. He also 10000% goes flying if he needs to clear his mind for any particular reason.

Fane seemed even more natural in the air than on the ground, when Fane was unhappy about something he'd always go flying.

Fane was the only Ravenclaw that Malfoy would actively suck up to but there were certainly some spirited fights between them after which Malfoy stopped sucking up to Fane and began resenting him instead "he's a year younger than me, he's not THAT great"

Between Quidditch parties and stuff he’s mostly just lounging on his bed in the dorm practising and recruiting Faye who is one of the few people who doesn’t seem to pay much attention about the rumours regarding him for practice duels. He knows duelling is against the rules but he doesn’t particular care, it’s practice after all and they go to the room of requirement.

Honestly, I don’t see him very much like Soapberry!Fane he’s quieter and minds his own more.

Lupin and Fane sitting in his office after class, and maybe Lupin tries to teach him how to cast a patronus but unlike Harry who manages to figure out how to cast it Fane never does. To which Lupin just pats his shoulder and tells him that everyone has their own different gifts. Fane gets frustrated because he’s able to do other advanced things and Lupin knows he can so he just can’t understand why he can’t do it.

Fane actually develops an immunity to dementors later in his life, but that comes as a consequence of events that happen during his 6th year.

Mostly it just leaves younger Fane wondering if he’s evil or if this is just a sign he’s going to become evil.

For a time Potions was his favourite class, mostly because he was shown preferential treatment by Snape and it was one of his favourite classes because it was the only real sort of attention he was given. But he starts to not enjoy it so much since Lupin is different and lets him come over to his office to study when he needs some space. He crosses paths with Harry occasionally since Lupin is helping them both.

Also at the end of second year when the truth comes out about Lupin Fane goes up to him and gives him some chocolate. “They’re wrong about you. I’m sorry… You’re the best professor I’ve had so… um. Thank you? For… um helping me this year.” He pauses and then is like “please, please please don’t go.” "I’m sorry, Fane, I have to”

“It’s not fair. You’re better than all the other professors, you helped us all. It’s not fair.

"The world rarely is, Stefan.” And Lupin just gives him a sad smile and leaves and Fane is left so angry over it despite himself. He doesn’t forgive the world for letting it happen.

But before Lupin leaves Fane is just like “wait- Can… Can I write to you still?” Which makes Lupin pause and you can see his shoulders crunch a bit “Please…”

As gently as he can, he says, “I’m not sure that would be safe for you, Fane.”

And it just makes him frown because why can’t he do that, why can’t he just write letters Fane doesn’t understand why being told this hurts, his own father vanishing didn’t have this kind of impact so why should this hurt? And it’s the first glimpse anyone gets of how much anger this little boy is carrying around inside of him. Much like Harry I think Fane kind of found an actual father figure he never had before in Lupin since what he had before was just expectations.

And Lupin sighs, “from what I know of your family, it’s very unlikely your mother wants you writing to a werewolf, and it wouldn’t be good for you if someone found out. I want to, Fane, I want to, but I can’t put you in danger for it” Lupin pauses again and says “maybe we will meet again one day.”

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇

Over the second year summer Fane frees his house elves. Like he keeps doing it and Katerina is just like “STEFAN THAT IS THE HELP”. Having talked to Lupin and been on the Quidditch team he started to blossom a bit. There are still two of course but what even is this "we are getting a new one immediately and YOU WILL NOT DO THIS AGAIN”

“Why do we need slaves if we have magic?” He’s starting to get more clued about free will.

“It’s just the way things are done, Stefan, you will not interfere with the running of this house in an orderly fashion. Unless YOU want to do the chores yourself and I am quite sure you don’t, darling.”

“Why not?”

“That’s what the house elves are for, they’re happy this way.”

“They don’t seem happy..”

“They’re created to serve wizards, darling.” Katerina bends down and kisses his forehead and shoos him very firmly out of the kitchen before he can do anything else to the other two. They are under orders not to take anything from him directly in case it has clothes in it. He can set it down and they will pick it up but they can’t take it directly. Fane also confuses them by going and helping them with things.

Leaving them all like why is this small master helping us?

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 (𝒯𝓇𝒾𝓌𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒯𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉):

It all starts with the ATTACK AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP, the Savin’s go and have great seats and all and then that happens. Katerina isn’t actually in a mask but she certainly approves. She took Erich and Fane as a treat and the elder siblings have arrangements of their own so they don’t have to stay with mum.

Fane’s younger brother Erich joins this year, he got sorted into Slytherin which is no huge surprise. Fane by now is kind of popular from Qudditch and stuff so Erich tries to be cool like them. No one ever paid much attention to Erich back at home and so he’s mostly just a face in the Slytherin crowd.

Fane hit a growth spurt and just shoots up like a beanpole overnight, suddenly where Faye and him were almost the same height he’s just like towering over everyone. It’s Triwizard year and his main concern is that literally none of his clothes fit anymore. XD Most people are now just looking at his solar plexus. He starts to fill out a bit too and when he’s older he starts to get this dark stubble. And suddenly even the Gryffindor girls are like, oooh there’s Fane and he rivals Cedric as Hogwarts heartthrob.

Fane also finds out his mother betrothed him to @gracevilliers but he did not want that at all. He went along with it for a while but eventually was just lmao NOPE and that went sideways pretty fast in a dramatic falling out.

Due to his dark arts background and exposure Fane is one of the few who are suspicious of Moody because he’s so used to sensing/paying attention to people/seeing through their excuses. He’s perceptive and uses that especially in their DADA classes, he can tell something is off especially with the flask and something about his antennae just go off with the Unforgivable Curses. Maybe even goes so far to start trailing Moody on the down low and he keeps trying to tell someone but nobody believes him because of course the Savins want that Auror out of here. But then of course the reveal happens and he’s like WELL…

Fane in his element during the ball, because loads of people want to go with him and SO MANY BEAUXBATON GIRLS. He also sees some of his old Durmstrang cohort and spends time with them. But Fane ends up dancing with Faye at the end of the night because… oF COURSE HE DOES.

Fane being all smooth yet gentlemanly whilst he dances with Faye and not being able to take his eyes off her. So many genuine compliments that make her blush, she thinks he’s joking and tells him to stop kidding around. He doesn’t look too bad himself with the sharp cut black robes and white shirt and tie, after the growth spurt earlier in the year he’s not quite there YET but it’s clear he is only going to get hotter. Everyone can tell he’s just going to get even more attractive as he gets older proven when she runs into him running his shady business in Knockturn alley DECADES LATER and Merlin’s beard he does age amazingly. She is momentarily speechless, because okay, by sixth year he was pretty damn fine BUT THIS IS RIDICULOUS.

Also in third year aka Triwizard year Fane taking Hermione’s SPEW campaign seriously. He buys a badge. He doesn’t wear it but he at least buys it.

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇

Fane finally gets kicked out from home by his mum because he’s being rebellious. With his father gone she’s the matriarch of the family and her word is law. With all these rumors of Voldemort’s return, his family is at the dead centre. And mum essnetially gave him an ultimatum to return with her to the death eaters or be thrown out, and Fane chose the latter.

Fane has to drag his trunk out of their mansion because he can’t use magic, until his presence summons the Knight Bus. And the trunk is pretty damn heavy and like Harry he just ends up sitting down on a roadside and there are Muggles staring at this boy with a trunk in the middle of nowhere. In some little village close to their countryside mansion. Because their mansion is along some country tracks or something. This is essentially how Fane got to the leaky cauldron that summer. Fane has an undetectable extension charm on his trunk so he could take all his stuff but then he realises it doesn’t really amount to much. His school stuff and broomstick and a few clothes along with a few other bits and pieces.

𝐹𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 (𝒪𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝒽𝑜𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓍):

Fane seems to become a lot wilder at the start of this year but no one can quite pinpoint why though.

The teachers realise that taking points from him and giving him detention is what he wants them to do and it’s not helping. So they try just completely ignoring him. McGonagall is the one to realise it. She realises he’s acting out for some reason and something is definitely off but neither him nor Erich will spill about it. He’s banging on about something she is like that’s fascinating Mr. Savin, now please transfigure your newt or stand outside in the hall.

And he keeps trying to get a rise out of her or for her to take more points but she just proceeds with the lesson ignoring him and at the end when he is the only one who has not transfigured his newt he feels stupid. From then on he pays attention in her classes, and everyone is like Minerva how did you do it and in her classes he’s back on track to being a great student. Because his disruptive energy is being focused again. Eventually he calms down again and sorts himself out but it’s definitely post the raver he threw (tbd next).

Generally Fane’s behaviour is very questionable at the time and he throws a monster party this year. Fane is of course there, probably doing body shots and having a riot.

A school rule has to be made that the enchanted cups CANNOT fill with alcohol precisely because of this legendary raver that year because he finally cracked it how to make them do exactly that. He figured out how to bypass the usual restraint and came up with an original way to conjure it and it was really quite a brilliant piece of magic and everyone is like “of course that is what you apply your talents to, Savin”

Fane & Umbridge: outwardly he is EXACTLY WHAT UMBRIDGE WANTS but in reality he hates her guts. She keeps trying to recruit him but this is fourth year when he was just thrown out. He just ignores her rules and dares her to punish him. The raver is his major fuck you to Umbridge.

Somehow he avoids getting caught but when he does oh boy does he get punished, Umbridge has been waiting a long time to pin something to him. Ends up making Fane write I must not tell lies until it’s physically scarred into his arm and all the murtlap essence in the world can’t remove it. Explaining why he refuses in most cases to refrain from outright lying to people.

Faye sees his hand and knows what happened and he will barely let her touch it. It’s turned him upside down. And Faye sees he’s literally vibrating in kind of a middle range between rage and upset, because this is ontop of his family drama.

𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈

Everyone gets post and presents and he’s one of the only people who doesn’t receive anything at all. Fane’s just sat at the table trying to act like he isn’t bothered but really he’s pretty upset by it.

Faye shares some of her things with him though. Tries to cheer him up since she’s noticed something is up. Most people have.

Probably a little while after that and they’ve kind of gotten to know each other better Faye finally broaches the subject that she has noticed he seems even more out of control than usual, and Fane clams up but she puts a hand on his arm like you can talk to me, he of course tries to flippantly brush it off but it isn't the same level of suave as usual

Finally he admits he was thrown out of the house which he tries to make into a joke but she’s persistent and Faye is shocked, wants to know where he's going home for the holidays. "Some den of debauchery no doubt, don't worry about me, I'll be fine"

And it all makes sense And he gets himself back on track eventually.

He ends up staying in the castle, pretty much just exploring passageways and learning all the secret routes. Perhaps even finding more than the Marauders, but one day Faye invites him over to her place for a day to celebrate with her family because she keeps thinking about him having nowhere to go.

When she gets back after break the first thing she does is go find him and ask how he spent the holidays and he shrugs and is just like, oh, here, it was fine and tries to change the subject to quidditch. “Hope you're prepared to be flattened Faye”

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇

Fane convinces Faye to take him to the Muggle world because he's curious, only ever having experienced the Wizarding world. Fane wandering around the West End and just stops and looks at Faye like "they have shows?" Ends up getting them some tickets to go see something

Faye’s not sure where he spent that summer. He visited her a few times but mostly he was just off the grid the way Fane goes. She worried about him as is usual.

He spent most of that summer bouncing aimlessly between wizard and muggle London. Took a room at the Leaky Cauldron with his school things just piled in the corner, all these rumours of Voldemort's return but he didn't care and besides he knew they were true not that anyone ever listened to what he had to say on it.

After Voldemort was sighted in the Ministry there wasn't much doubt anyway, Tom and the Leaky Cauldron witches were a little concerned that an almost 15 year old appeared to be living there alone.

When he wasn't out wandering London, he worked obsessively on his magic he didn't even care about the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Wizardry. He had figured out ways at the age of 15 to make himself undetectable to the Ministry, just tied in his magic to the magic that the rest of Diagon Alley was doing so it wasn't traceable specifically to him as long as he did it only there and nowhere else, he could practise without being caught.

So long as he didn't disturb anyone though they didn't mind too much. He also helped out to earn some money for himself, because he no longer had his family fortune to rely on. He refuses to tell anyone that he's working at the Leaky Cauldron to make a bit of money for himself though because he will not admit he's been kicked out either.

Only Faye knows.

He has literally never worked a day in his life until now, the Savin’s had three house elves not just ONE house elf, what with several children, but three.

At first he's really worn out by it because he's never had to work like this before but eventually he just gets into a routine, helps out during the busy periods and is allowed to go explore London in the quieter hours. He goes to various landmarks - museums, galleries etc just to learn more about Muggles.

He struggles sleep, he sees Umbridge's face every time he closes his eyes for too long, and the night he got the scars on his hand she had him writing until he could literally feel the quill scraping out bone because she had been waiting so long to nail him for something after how long he refused to become her poster boy, when he was everything she wanted for the Inquisitorial Squad. Erich was a big member.

He goes out at night a lot finds a cafe that’s open late where he sometimes slips out to, sits by the Thames at night. Just with a warm drink, coat pulled tight around him as he just watches the city go about its business. He gets back to the Leaky Cauldron rather late.

By the time it comes for them to return he’s calmed down and seems to have gotten his act together a lot more than what he had before.

#au verse #I summarised stuff into one doc because #it was getting a bit spammy #with the multiple posts so I'm going to leave it at two with these #and delete the other ones #hp timeline

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(Excerpt below, in italics, is from the sixth installment of the Harry Potter Series, “The Half Blood Prince.” I say “excerpt,” unofficially, because I wrote it from memory. I’m like 99 percent sure it’s accurate…)

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The rain came, heavy, smashing into the stone turrets and dancing upon the highest towers of Hogwarts Castle. Wind followed, too, swirling and hammering in a display of might and fury. It was morning, although there would be no sight of the sun today, or it’s warmth, when the students crammed into the Great Hall.

They ate breakfast in haste, chilled from the cold while also readying themselves for the match to decide the house cup—Gryffindor vs Slytherin. This was the big one; the match to decide it all; a match to cement a legacy, to triumph or fail. For a moment, albeit the briefest of respites, Lord Voldemort was held at bay. Students could be students and nothing else mattered, nothing other than this match. Ron, the Hogwarts goal-keeper and least experienced player, was about to shit his pants.

“Ronald.”

“Ronald!” Hermione pestered a second time, this time grabbing his arm and breaking his stupor. “Ronald you need to eat something. You must eat before the match!”

Ron stared at his plate, face white—super Ed-Sheeran-ish—and could not move. Nerves, it seemed, had him. Had him by the bludgers.

A small crowd of students walked by, bumping Ron and pointing in his direction. “Ahh, poor Weasley, looks like he needs his mummy!”

Laughter.

The Slytherin students high-fived, and walked away, because J.K. never really got aggressive enough with these inter-house raggings and missed opportunities like these for Draco and gang to make comments about Harry getting in there with Ron’s sister, the stuff that definitely would/should have been said. But Ron was still flummoxed.

Harry saw this.

He had to act.

“F*ck it! I’m putting the felix felicis in your tea, Ron.”

Hermione’s eyes burst open, bright and condemning, like two full moons. She was about to speak, assuredly in protest, when Harry furtively commanded again.

“Hand that chalice over,” forcing in a whisper, “quick, bro, before anyone sees!”

Ron did. He was victim to order. The pit in his stomach, brooding and heavy, had ascended to his head, most aptly described as evolutionary response routed by an imbalance of neurotransmitters in the basal ganglia, hippocampus, and cerebellum.

Quickly, dexterously, Harry hovered his hand over the drink, flashing the small vial of Felix Felicis (highly potent potion ensuring good luck and guaranteed success; banned substance amongst House Cup Quidditch competition and all international play). When he saw Ron take note of the vial, he rescinded his arm in blur-like form, both quick and calculated. Harry was the sac. He got things done. And Cho Chang.

And the rest, as they say and as you know, is history: Ron quickly downs his tea, assuming the performance enhancing potion inter-mixed, rushes to the pitch before Hermione can protest, filled with confidence, and plays the game of his life. Gryffindor wins and Harry reveals—post-match—he never put the potion in Ron’s beverage… Ron only thought he did.

Mind body connection, even amongst wizards.

…

That, when I first read it, was my introduction to the mind body connection. Until recently, I hadn’t come across anything better.

Then, in both book and article, Harvard psychologist Dr. Ellen Langer came into the fold. I’m pumped she did.

…

In 1981, Professor Langer took two groups of elderly men—in their seventies—and bussed them for retreat at a monastery in the New Hampshire countryside. Baseline tests of cognition, flexibility, memory, and several other forms of functionality were recorded before the two groups departed. Once there, at the monastery, the groups split.

In one setting, the group of men was told to reminisce about their lives twenty years prior. She wanted them to discuss and recall events of those times, what they were doing, and anything impactful or important to them and their families of that time.

The other group, in one of the coolest dang—in form with the study, I’m assuming “dang” was as aggressive as it got with expletives—controlled environments I’ve ever read about, actually acted as if they were living back in 1959. Like, the actual year, 1959. The monastery was set in both function and aesthetic exactly as it would have been 22 years prior. More than reminisce, these men were told to do and think just in the manner they would have, had they been here 22 years prior, circa 1959.

And they did.

They watched films from that year, listened to radio broadcast from that year, moved and cooked and debated as they would have in that year, and, regarded their health as they did in that year.

At the end of the week, both groups performed those same baseline tests they had taken just seven days earlier. Both groups exhibited immense improvement; quantitatively, with respect to the tests they took, and qualitative, as feelings of strength and vitality were reported as significantly elevated from all participants.

But, and I’m assuming you able to follow context clues, one groups scores were significantly higher than the other: chemical and physical measurements of body and mind actually measured as “younger” men.

Can you guess which group?

I’ll wait.

Yes! Nice job! The second group, where the elderly men actually embodied and thought as younger men, made actual changes to their chemistry. Gene alteration occurred—on a pretty significant scale given the time of the study—and ailments dissipated. Flexibility, strength, reasoning, and deduction all improved. I’m not sure how progressive this study was, but if any broads were around, I’d assume 1959 desecrated that monastery.

Again, until I came across this study, and the work done by Professor Langer—a straight up cougar, if she ever sees this—I hadn’t really ever seen measurable proof of mindbody cohesion. I’ve felt it, sure, and always believed in the power of thought as well as the influence of movement on the mind, but I had never seen tangible measure. Obviously Ron played an amazing match, and his confidence carried over into a risqué romance with Lavender Brown, but official score-keeping from that aforementioned House Cup Final was never revealed; “concrete” proof isn’t there, unless you count the look on Draco Malfoy’s smug face.

Which I do.

Saying all that, though, and drawing comparison and significance from the two examples—Felix Felicis and a Harvard Study—I feel like I should conclude with a palatable takeaway. A few significant, applicable bullets grounded in mindbody application to your/my health and fitness:

Be mindful of both thought and body language: Your subconscious mind and nervous system is the most intricate, intelligent system around. It is always learning. Learning from you, in your active thinking and doing. If you stand like a turd, with shoulders slumped, or your face looks like you just smelt a turd, your body remembers. Those same healing progressions the mindbody made for those old men who acted/thought in vigor and vitality can become regressions just as quickly.

Note your language: Language is just verbal thought. And as we know—we know, shut up—that thought is registered in chemical form in your body and genes, so too is language. So, if you’re the pick-up basketball player who lets everyone know he is wrapping his ankles, even though we never ask—“bad ankles in high school”—your ish ain’t ever going to get better or stronger. If you talk about always getting sick on planes or at certain times of the year, aside from knowing people don’t like you, stop saying that. Invoke the positive response. Talk about growth, and improvement, and healing. Your Patronus is only as strong as your mind.

Embrace the potentiality: There is now too much science and evidence documenting the natural healing properties of the mindbody to discredit it. So use it. Embrace it. Study it. Do all that, and then, live in the present as if your future is already your own.

Uncle Vernon does not believe in the mind body connection

***Quick end-note: this is not delusional positive psychology/physiology in place of medicine. Doctors are the absolute best people on the planet and should be considered so. But your greatest resource in terms of preventive medicine, and healing, is you. It is the symbiosis of mind and body. Try not to forget that. You’re a wizard, Harry!

Harry Potter, a Harvard Study, and the Mind Body Connection (Excerpt below, in italics, is from the sixth installment of the Harry Potter Series, “The Half Blood Prince.” I say “excerpt,” unofficially, because I wrote it from memory.

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