#deluminator

[austenpoppy]

Dumbledore didn't give Ron the Deluminator because he knew Ron would leave

This claim makes no sense. How was Dumbledore supposed to know that Ron would leave? Ron didn't leave in any circumstances. Ron left after being badly Splinched but never recovering properly, all while starving and freezing for months, while being mentally tortured for about 12 hours every 24 hours for months, while feeling hopeless because the trio was not moving forward with the Horcrux Hunt, and then again only after he learned that his sister had been cruelly punished, that another of siblings had probably been injured, after feeling invisible and useless while wearing Voldemort around his neck, and after a fight during which Harry himself unwillingly confirmed Ron's worst fears and told him to leave three times.

Ron would have never left otherwise, especially if you remove the "mentally tortured for months" part.

Was Dumbledore supposed to guess Harry would have the brilliantly stupid idea of putting a Horcrux around his neck?

And even then, Ron only wanted to leave for a few minutes - no, scratch that - for a few seconds after he Disapparated. He just couldn't come back right away because of the Snatchers. Think about it: if Ron hadn't fallen right into a gang of Snatchers after Disapparating, the Deluminator would've been useless ! (and side note for the people who think Ron couldn't have come back because of the wards put around the tent; Ron definitely could until Harry and Hermione left, in fact Ron did come back to the spot where they were though it was too late, and Harry and Hermione themselves knew Ron could technically come back since they dragged their feet before leaving and waited until the very last moment).

This to me relies too much on unlikely probabilities to make sense.

Even worse is the fact that the Deluminator only started to work once Hermione said Ron's name. Let's even assume that Dumbledore somehow read the future and knew Ron would leave and wouldn't be able to come back; somehow the object you give to him to ensure his way back doesn't work on its own? Ron can't just want to come back, he has to wait for somebody else to say his name first?

What a half-assed plan.

And for the geniuses who somehow claim that Dumbledore knew all along that Ron would leave: if Dumbledore had such an insight into Ron's character even if it made zero sense for Ron (Ron!) to want to leave Harry, how come he didn't predict that Harry would not want to hear or say Ron's name again if Ron left, and that Hermione would follow his lead?

None of this making any lick of sense, I'm presenting to you the more probable idea that Dumbledore knew the trio might be separated at one point (this was already way more likely, there were many scenarios in which the trio could be separated... for example, the trio was even separated at the Ministry even if it wasn't their plan !), and knew that whatever happened, Ron would want to be reunited with his friends above all else (like, for example, Harry not only feared his friends would leave him, but was also tempted to go on the Hunt alone; had the friends split, he might have thought that somehow this was for the best and that looking for them would endanger them), that Harry and Hermione needed Ron to function properly, and that out of the three of them, Ron was the more likely to get the trio together again.

Thus having the Deluminator work when Harry or Hermione said Ron's name makes more sense: if they were separated, one of them could call Ron for help and Ron would come to them no matter what.

#hp #ron weasley #harry potter #hermione granger #albus dumbledore #deluminator #the locket is my archnemesis #can you see this claim annoys me ? #somehow I needed to get this off my chest #it's bugged me for YEARS #and I can't stand people saying that when it makes ZERO sense

[grindeldore3]

Well, okay, I didn't have any intention to write this before the long story, but I just came up with this and I couldn't have resisted.

Grindeldore Oneshot"Deluminator"

#My first attempt at writing something #Deluminator #Grindeldore #ggad #gellert x albus #albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #gelbus #fantastic beasts #love #summer of 1899

[cinnamoncountess]

Wild theory about the origin of the Deluminator

So, I've already shared this theory on twitter, I'm not sure if anyone else already came up with this idea, but I'd like to discuss this further and love to gather some varying opinions, new ideas etc. I'm absolutely certain it's not free from faults in consistency, but hear me out...

What if Albus originally constructed the Deluminator back in his resourceful teenage years, after dealing with extensive research on the "Obscurus" matter, for the initial purpose of providing a mean for the family to handle Ariana whenever she suffered one of her unpredictable (Obscurus) seizures? To protect her and their surroundings by temporarily carrying her into this mirror world where she wouldn't be able to harm anyone, including herself.

Additionally, it could've been a mean to control the Obscurus power in general by establishing "light" in it's darkness and bringing Ariana back into "reality" safely and above all gently. This might also explain why he used this exact tool on Aurelius.

Another consideration for additional pain and depression: Albus might've unintentionally taken the Deluminator to Hogwarts this specific summer... Therefore it wasn't available when Kendra needed to use it to soothe Ariana and protect herself.

#albus dumbledore #ariana dumbledore #kendra dumbledore #obscurus #fb theory #beru muses randomly #deluminator #aurelius dumbledore #fbsod #this family is synonymous for 'pain and suffering' really

[quidcrusheu]

Wenn ich groß bin, will ich mal so schön beaten wie Susi(?) aus Dresden!

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#Susi R #Dresden Deluminators #Germany

[deluminatorillustrator]

💥 deluminatorillustrator is moving to a new tumblr 💥

Hi everyone! I know most of you probably knew this was coming because I’ve been distancing myself from JKR/HP for literally years now and haven’t been doing HP related art. I’m going to move to a new blog because I don’t want to be even slightly associated with HP or its terf author anymore. (Duh. I’m trans. You know this.) This blog will not be deleted because all of my old art is here and signed with this username, so it will remain as an archive. If you would still like to see my new art, feel free to message me for my new url, as I won’t be posting it here just to keep myself separate. There is not much art there yet. But i have a lot planned for the next few months. Hope you still plan on sticking around :)

Love you guys. Thanks for being there for me all this time. I was really only staying here so long for all of you.

#deluminator illustrator #artists on tumblr #I’ll still finish my fic btw but after that I’m OUT out. like I’m DONE #sad because I love u all and I don’t wanna leave BUT… #i know most of my followers here aren’t even active anymore anyway but if you’re out there hope to see you again 💖 #answered asks #extra sad: all the hp art i had drafts of that i will legit never convince myself to finish

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[edgeaddons]

#Deluminate extension

[barefoothighlander]

deluminate

summary: kylo ren stops at nothing to capture his target

kylo ren x fem!reader

warnings: mdni (18+), unprotected pinv, slight hunter/prey, force bondage, choking, dub con, mind reading?, creampie, idk how the force works, kidnapping?

a/n: having kylo ren brain rot so i needed to write this, i want to hear nothing about realism none of this makes sense, not proofread

Where are you.

His voice rings clear and heavy in your head, a tidal wave through the hazy ocean that was your mind, fogged and weary from his preferred methods of interrogation.

It was purely chance that you had gotten out, a fluke in timing on the account of the troopers that usually haunted your room, one small mixup in shift change and you were left unguarded for invaluable seconds.

You had no idea where you were going, simply letting your legs carry you on their own accord, twisting down hallways and turning the sharp corners of the black metal walls that made up the labyrinth of his ship.

It felt like weeks you had been locked in that room, the days fading into eachother as he searched your mind for any piece of information that could help him, reaching deep into your thoughts and fears, urging you to give up the location of the map.

Truth be told you were the last person he should’ve been asking, a minor ship technician that aided the rebellion with not the slightest inclination as to where the forces were keeping such a lucrative item.

I will find you.

The husk of his voice vibrates in you as fear sweeps your nerves, even if you did somehow outrun him, there was nowhere to go, you had no idea of the ship had landed somewhere or if it was simply tumbling through hyperspace, an eerie quiet settled in the air of the halls, only broken by the sudden hissing of pipes or clanging of armour as patrols made their way.

It didn’t make sense, how he was able to see into your mind, control your body the way he did, a simple twitch of his finger and your limbs were frozen, a nudge of his chin and he could see into your darkest thoughts, the most private and secret, held deep in your psyche for only you to see.

Why run? Come back to me and I’ll give you what you want.

A taunt, emphasized by the honey dripping from his tongue, even through the mask you can hear it. There was no trying to hide behind it, he saw right through you, that obscure primal attraction you held for him, the longing to see him beneath the cloak and mask, to feel that power on other parts of your body.

He was using it against you, like somehow he course sense the throb between your legs as his voice spoke to you, the heat that pooled as he used only his mind to restrain your body.

Sweat beaded your skin, falling in drops down your spine as you rest against a wall, legs screaming in pain, how far had you ran? There was no way to tell if you’d even gotten far, every hallway turning into another, every corner identical.

The conversation of troopers has you holding your breath, careful to keep quiet as they pass by, praying to the maker they were truly as stupid as people made them out to be.

You’re near, I can feel you.

Clasping your hand over your mouth and breathing through your nose, you turn a quick glance around the corner, no sight of the massive cloaked figure, there was no way he knew where you were, he couldn’t.

Down the hall you can see a pair of doors, if you could get in you could lock them, you’d worked on ships similar, nothing this large and nothing from the new empire but they had to have similar wiring.

You will your aching limbs to carry you the few feet toward them, slamming a palm to the panel, a whimper escaping your lips as the screen flashes red.

You drive your fist against the metal doors, willing them to open, to let you in but they don’t budge, a deferred breath falls as you rest your head against it, the cold bite of them cooling your skin.

It’s a gasp of shock that falls from your lips as the doors part, cool air rushing against your skin, how did they-

“There you are pet”

Fear strikes through your body like lightning, this time his voice sounded to close, the crackle of the mask like sparks in your ears. His presence is heavy enough that it sucks the air from your chest, a tear falling from your eye as you slump your shoulders, refusing to turn and face him.

He places a firm hand to your back, walking you forward into the room as the doors close behind you, the tell tale sound of a lock snapping into place as your legs give out, knees buckling sending you toward the hard ground.

You can hear the echo of his steps as he paces the room, damn him if he wanted to read your mind, there were no thoughts to be seen.

“It was a good effort”

Invisible arms will your body up, weak legs trying to regain balance as he emerges in front of you, dwarfing your figure.

His form sucks the life from the room, forcing you backward till your spine connects with the wall, harsh steel biting into your skin as he braces an arm beside your head.

“Are you ready to give me up?”

You shake your head, eyes refusing to look up at him,

“You know I can take whatever I want”

His gloved hand presses to your throat, holding you to the wall as an unseen force binds your hands above your head, leaving you at his will.

“Is this not what you wanted? I’ve heard every thought you’ve had, they’re very loud”

You squeeze your eyes shut at the words, your throat bobbing under his grip.

“I’ve seen what you dream of, how you want to be touched by me, it’s.. obscene, the way you offer yourself up on a platter”

There’s nothing you can do, he has you at his will, a simple prayer to the maker that he’d atleast bestow some form of mercy upon you.

“Do you want to see what I think about?”

His voice is gruff, laced with threat as his fingers squeeze your pulse point.

“Open your eyes”

You obey, parting your wet lashes to look at him, staring deep into the black visor as he watches you, you struggle in his grip as the force on your hands tightens.

He reaches his free hand to his neck, a hissing sound filling the air as the chin of the mask parts, the black helmet rising on his form to reveal his face.

Every sense in your body betrays you at the sight of him, obsidian hair that curls around his pale face, his cheeks flush from the exertion of power as plush lips and dark eyes stare back at you.

He closes his eyes, tilting his chin toward you as he wills his thoughts to yours, flooding your mind with images.

He too had thought about you, your naked body in front of him, legs parted and sex on display as you writhe against the sheets, the tip of his nose nudging against your swollen bud as he feasts on you.

The image sense shockwaves to your core, heat pooling as he continues to show you yourself, bent over a table, your ass arched in the air for him as his cock drives deep into you, practically forcing the air from your lungs with every thrust.

It’s too much, the visions, it feels too real, your skin flushing as he pulls back, his dark gaze glued to you.

“Do you see pet, what you do to me, why I could never let you run away”

He releases one of your hands, gripping your wrist as he drags it to his groin, forcing your digits to cup his length as he grunts. Even through the thick cloth of his pants you can feel his size, massive and pulsing, like pure iron in your weak grip.

You part your lips in shock as he grinds his hips into your palm, his hand on your throat tensing.

“Don’t shy away now, not when you’re so close to getting what you want”

Another grind of his hips has your fingers squeezing his bulge, a primal grin forming on his lips as he ducks his head next to yours.

“That’s it, give yourself over”

His breath ghosts over your ear, tingling the hair on your neck as his teeth dig into your earlobe, nipping at the skin.

His fingers creep over your stomach, inching down toward the pulse that’s settled between your thighs, strong hands tugging at your bottoms as the skin of your ass is revealed, the cool air hitting it.

He cups your sex with his palm, grinding the leather of his glove against your aching bud, cheeks heating as the sound of your slick fills the room.

“So wet for me already”

His words give rise to a tinge of embarrassment in your face as you roll your hips into his hand, searching for the contact against your clit as his cock strains against his pants.

“M’gonna drive my cock so deep into you, there won’t be any thoughts for me to read”

The threat has your core aching, clenching around nothing as he rips his hand from you, the black fabric of his gloves glistening in your slick as he raises a hand.

His free hand moves to loosen his pants, biting back a groan as his cock springs free from the fabric, keeping his eyes on yours as he fists it, the harsh rub of his glove rough against the skin of his shaft.

“Open your mouth”

You move to reach a hand for him but it’s pulls to the wall with that same invisible force, keeping you flat to the metal as it digs into your spine.

“I said open”

You obey, parting your lips slightly to allow his fingers to tease around the flesh, pushing past your teeth to flatten against your tongue.

Swirling the muscle around the digits, the bitter taste of leather mixed with the sweetness of your own slick dripping down your throat as he forces the fingers deeper.

He teases the head of his cock through your folds forcing your eyes shut as you hum around his fingers.

“You’re gonna take every last inch, and you’re gonna keep your eyes on me”

Parting your lids in a haze your teeth dig into his fingers as he pushes in, one swift motion has his cock stuffing you full, forcing your cunt to adapt to the stretch of him.

The angle has him dipping below you, forcing his cock upward as he thrusts, the head of it grinding against that sweet spot into you as it drags against your soaked walls.

“That’s it, eyes on me pet”

His fingers tilt your chin to face him, eyes clouded in lust as you watch him bite back his grunts. His hand grips at your thighs, tugging them around his waist as he lifts you higher against the wall, length driving into you, forcing your body to collide with the hard metal behind you with every thrust.

“Wanted this since I first saw you”

The words come through gritted teeth, your eyes drifting to where the two of you meet, his hand withdrawals from your mouth allowing you to suck in a breath before it makes contact with your throat, pinning your neck to the wall.

“I said eyes on me”

It’s a struggle to even keep them open as his cock splits you in half, feeling impossibly full from him, the base of his length grinding against your clot with every stroke.

Your legs lock around his back, holding him to you as you roll your hips into him, meeting every thrust. A grin plasters his face at the sight, using his hand to tear at your shirt, the lose fabric falling around you as your breasts are revealed, nipples peaked from the cold air.

Like a beast to its prey he eyes your form, bound and free for his taking, he leans down, his teeth closing around a nipple eliciting a yelp from you as he nips at the skin, flicking his tongue over it.

“So good for me, letting me take you however I want”

Heat rises in your chest, it was true, he could have you, the sight of him alone that first day had your thoughts betraying you, his form oozing power and command.

You snap from your thoughts as an unseen pressure hits your clit, rubbing against the bud in a perfect pressure that has your back arching against the wall, pushing your breasts further into him.

It’s obscene the noises the flood the room, the sound of his skin slapping against yours mixed with the wracked moans that escape you, he peers down, his jaw slack at the sight of your pussy swallowing him whole with every thrust.

“Never gonna let you go pet, you’ll stay here with me, as my little play thing”

The words sting your chest, the thought of remaining captive to the man who could invade your very soul, but the feeling of his cock driving into you is too tempting, feels to good, the pleasure blooming from your core has you nodding”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, letting me stuff this little pussy everynight, getting used by me, fucking slut”

That invisible hand flicks against your clit as his cock drives deep into your walls, your legs tightening around him as your push squeezes him, keeping him inside you, letting your orgasm rip through your bones.

As your high lowers you open your eyes, straight to his gaze, his hair sticking to his forehead in a sheen of sweat as the slightest pink tints his cheeks, his cock sliding into your drenched walls.

In a second he slams his lips to yours, swallowing your moans as he pounds into you, hard enough that the grind of your back against the wall was sure to leave you sore.

His hand meets the flesh of your ass, squeezing the muscle with force as he holds your body to him, allowing his cock impossibly deep as he buries it inside you, his hips staggering with each thrust.

“Say you’re mine, fuck, say it”

He leans his head back, lowering it to your shoulder as his teeth dig into the flesh, tears pricking your eyes as your muscles scream.

“I’m yours”

The words trigger something in him, a growl from his chest vibrates against your skin as he spills inside you, the warmth spreading in your core as he moves his coco slowly inside you, shallow thrusts to force his cum deeper.

He holds your body to him, the force on your hands gone, allowing the now sleeping muscles to drop to his shoulders, your fingers splayed over the rough fabric of his cape as his breaths ghost over your skin.

“You’re mine”

The haze of it wares on you, your mind weakened from the combination of everything as your body fights to regain its strength, held up only by his body.

Slowly he pulls his cock from you, allowing his spend to drop down your thighs as his hands keep you still. His eyes glued to yours as he watches you wince from the loss of contact, a hand settling on your cheek, the leather dragging against the thin layer of sweat on the flesh.

He bites back the words in his throat as he closes his eyes, his fingers flexing against your skin as your mind goes blank.

You wake in a dark room, legs bare against the black sheets that have settled atop them, your chest covered only by the large cloth of a shirt, you can feel the soreness from earlier already settling into your body as you sit up, trying to look around.

There’s a stream of starts outside the large window, the only light in the room as you squint to see, it was some sort of bedroom, the furniture below you soft and cushioned, you were in a bed.

Turning to your left you can see the light shine on his pale skin, the expanse of his back visible, alongside the pink pines of scars the adorned it, his dark hair blending into the sheets as his body rised slightly with every breath.

You were in his bedroom, his private quarters, in his bed, shock hits you all at once, every nerve in your body telling you that you shouldn’t be there, but he had brought you there, changed your clothes as set you beside him in bed.

He had stripped off his cloak and leathers, tucked away the facade of Kylo Ren and went to bed, beside you.

Running a soft hand over the curve of his spine you feel him twitch, his breath remaining slow, he was still asleep, he didn’t look like that large beast that invaded your thoughts like this, he was softer, calmer.

The sheets are soft as you slip back below them, turning to your side to face him, watching his skin flow under the streaming stars as your eye slide grow heavier, drawing you back into sleep.

#kylo ren #kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x reader #star wars fan fiction #kylo ren smut #ben solo #ben solo fanfic

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

Albus was hunched over his desk, glasses on as he worked on his Deluminator. He had almost perfected it, although there were still a few more glitches to be worked out. He was quite proud of this invention and confident that he would one day get it fully operational. Gellert was told him so many months earlier, apparently he'd had a vision of it working in the future! He'd seen a young red headed boy using it and beside him was a darker hair boy with glasses and lightening bolt scar of all things! Gellerts visions always did fascinate him and this latest one was certainly remarkable. Who were these boys and what exactly where they doing with his invention? Perhaps in the future he would go on to sell it, although that had certainly never been his intention. He had briefly wondered if perhaps the two boys were his sons, although he knew that was highly unlikely. "Dumbledore." Albus looked up sharply at the voice, looking around the room that was empty. He frowned slightly. "Hello?" He called out. It was the summer holidays at Hogwarts and very few students or faculty had remained behind. He hadn't been expecting visitors and besides, that voice was unfamiliar. "Dumbledore!" Albus stood this time, looking around the room with the Deluminator in hand. Just then it suddenly lit up itself and he paused as the voice called to him again. Wait, was someone trying to call him... through the Deluminator? He gasped softly, thinking of Gellerts vision. The boys! The red head and lightening scar! What if they were in trouble? What if they were experimenting in the future? He felt almost a tug toward it, and then there was a bright light and then... he was falling. It was similar to apparating but not quite. It felt longer, more our of his control as he turned an swirled and his stomach churned. There was another bright flash of light and then suddenly he was dropped sharply onto the ground and only just managed to catch himself before he fell. He groaned slightly, his stomach protesting and he feared he may be sick as his head swam. @dumbledoresthroughndthrough

#dumbledoresthroughandthrough #time travel au #platonic albus & harry #post cursed child

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Theory Masterpost

So, I decided to make this post that I'll edit to keep all my essays organized by subject and pinned to the top of the blog (partly for myself, partly for ease of reading and finding things). It's only Harry Potter theories for now about anything I find interesting either about the characters, the Wizarding World at large, or magical theory and how magic works in the Harry Potter world.

So Here are the organized links to all of my essays:

Harry Potter

Character Analysis

Harry James Potter:

Harry Potter is Actually Really Clever

Harry Potter is Really Magically Powerful

Harry Potter is Probably Gay and Here's Why

Why I don't think Harry actually likes Ginny

Should Harry have been in Slytherin?

Weasley Family Dynamics:

The Weasleys Aren't Great Parents

Tom Riddle/Voldemort:

The Riddle of Tom Riddle:

The Death Tool of Voldemort's Wars

Voldemort Isn't Insane, At Least, Not in the Way You Think

Wool's Orphanage

Home Sweet Hogwarts

After Graduation

The Rise and Fall of Lord Voldemort (the first time)

The Rise and Fall of Lord Voldemort (The Second Coming)

Other Tom riddle/Voldemort Meta:

Voldemort and Harry's Horcrux

What would Tom Riddle's Hypothetical Patronus be?

Tom Riddle's Hogwarts Timeline

Sirius Black:

Sirius Black was a good godfather to Harry

I don't think Sirius saw Harry as a James stand-in

Barty Crouch Jr:

Justice for Barty Crouch Jr: Part 1/2

Justice for Barty Crouch Jr: Part 2/2

Severus Snape:

Snape, his abuse, and his dynamic with Lily

Snape and his treatment of his students + abuse in the Wizarding World

Theories

Dumbledore's manipulations:

Halloween 1981

Fidelius Charms, Secret Keepers, and Sirius Black's Trial

The Prophecy

Harry's Abuse

The Deluminator and Spying

Horcruxes:

Secrets of the Darkest Art: How to Make a Horcrux

Horcruxes: Could the diary have returned using Ginny's life and how sentient is a Horcrux

How could you remove the Horcrux from Harry without killing him

Magical Theory:

How Magic Works in Harry Potter? And More Specifically What is Dark Magic?

How the Trace in Harry Potter Works

How the Elder Wand Chooses its Master

The Veil, Death, and its Master

The half-life curse of slaying a unicorn

Wizarding World:

How many muggleborns actually are there in the UK?

Wizarding IDs

More about calculating the size of the magical population in the UK

Magic and Genetics

A little bit about magical owls and pets

The wizarding world is a bit of a dystopia

ministry of Magic:

Legislative Processes

The Wizengamot

Misc:

What was actually going on with Ariana Dumbledore's magic

#hollowedtheory #hollowedheadcanon

[runningquill-art]

“Granger carefully slipped the Deluminator into her pocket.

Then she stood, tilted her head up, spread out her arms, and said, “Yes!”

She spun in a circle, a small figure under a big sky, laughing her happiness to the heavens.

Her spin swung her into Draco, and she turned the collision into an embrace into which, on tip-toe, she pressed all of her joy and relief.

He indulged. He held her just as tightly, this favourite old enemy, this brilliant do-gooder, this stupid crush.

She looked up just as he looked down.

Their cheeks met in a wet, muddy press.

And then, so did their lips.

It was the most innocent, naive kiss that Draco had ever stumbled into.

It dumped an entire litre of endorphins into his system

They broke away and gasped apologies to each other, because, obviously, it had been an accident.

They carried on as though nothing had happened. Because he was her Auror and she was his Principal and they were both consummate professionals.

But something had happened.

And Granger hadn’t leapt away screaming, you know. She hadn’t wiped her mouth, she hadn’t spat. She had just – felt warm, and breathed once, and now she blushed and busied herself with packing.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 26: Mabon/Being Irritating Is A Love Language, by @isthisselfcare

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[whalefairyfandom12]

Sebinis Big Bang

Thank you so much to everyone who contributed their talent and time!! Check out the amazing art and fics below (please mind the respective tags):

on the sea he waits by @gargoylegrave; art by abidolly.

Sebastian moves to Clagmar Coast, and meets an interesting character in Ominis Gaunt. He spends perhaps a touch too much time uncovering all of his secrets, and the cost of doing so is greater than he could have imagined.

Elysium by @the-invisibility-bloke; art by @crime-in-progress

After Azkaban, Sebastian is invited to visit Ominis at Gaunt Manor. Nothing is quite what it seems.

Machine Learning by gimbal_animation; art by gimbal_animation and anonymous

Sebastian Sallow, a mid level programmer at a billion dollar tech company, receives a strange invitation from his enigmatic employer.

Nothing to Fear by brightened; art by @flamboyantjelly

Ancient magic doesn’t cure Anne, but it does ease her suffering. When Anne insists on using her respite to experience as much life as she can, Sebastian chooses to go along for the ride.

i had wondered what was done to you, to give you such a taste for flesh by milkteeths; art by @eleniaelres

About thirteen years or so after Ominis penned Sebastian's absolution letter, nine years after they part ways, and four after Ominis makes a name for himself as a Healer, he gets a call to come back home.

Vendetta's Dance by sunsetplums; art by @celestinawarlock

Ominis Gaunt is tasked with ending Sebastian Sallow. Sebastian Sallow is tasked with ending Ominis Gaunt. Love, possibly, remains caught in the crossfire. Or perhaps not.

Deferred Adoration by clockworksiren; art by anonymous

After many years as a near penniless wretch, Sebastian is finally at the end of his rope and does something drastic, selling himself into a system designed for pariahs like him.

won't you break the chain with me by nigelly; art by @waywardprintmaker

Ominis turned his back on his family a long time ago, building a happy life with Sebastian and a successful career as the head of the Muggle Liaison Office, until one day he gets a letter asking him to accept being the guardian of his brother’s children as his only still living relative while Marvolo is in Azkaban.

The Summer of '92 by @eleniaelres; art by @trappezoider

A love story between Sebastian Sallow, a musician trying to make it in the 90's music scene in London, and Ominis Gaunt, a college student who fled from home to experience what life could be like.

The Language of the Birds by @whalefairyfandom12; art by @mouiface

The Triwizard Tournament has come to Hogwarts, and against all odds, Ominis is selected as the champion. It’s hardly the first cosmic joke from the universe. Deep in the bowels of the castle, something is lurking.

Your Hand by @trappezoider; art by @celerydays

After Anne's death, Sebastian and Ominis have become estranged. However, when Ominis supervises him during one of his detentions, Sebastian realises that what he has for his ex-best friend is more than familial love. Being a proper gentleman (in his own words), what else could Sebastian do other than propose to his newly-lit flame?

Circus Freak by @turntechgoddesshead; art by gimbal_animation

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages! Be thrilled by the horror of what you can only find here at Sallow’s Circus Spectacular! Watch in shock and awe as two childhood friends find hope and forgiveness in one another after two extremely different lives and upbringing.

The Terrifying Luminescence of Hope by @blatantblue; art by @trappezoider

A story of ten years in Azkaban, a hundred coping mechanisms, one deluminator, and two boys in love.

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[the-al-chemist]

The Prodigal Son

For Day 3 of @thethreebroomsticksfic’s Weasley Week, I present a little Percy angst.

Warnings: mentions of Christmas, when right now it’s only October.

December 1995

It was Christmas Eve, and in the Ministry of Magic Headquarters, work was slowly grinding to a halt. From the window of his office on the uppermost floor, Percy had a clear view of the festive memos that left a trail of glitter in their wake as they flew back and forth across the atrium. Far below, colleagues were bidding one another glad tidings, and the fireplaces flashed green as staff clocked off and went home to the families impatiently waiting for them to return.

Now that day was growing late, Percy must have been one of the only people left working. He was certainly the only person left on his floor; even the Minister for Magic himself had gone home to the bottle of brandy that he said was calling his name. As he left, he had praised Percy for his commitment to his work.

Percy was committed to his work. If it were not for his conscientiousness, he would never have secured such a prestigious job role at such a young age. He was living proof that diligence and determination could get a person far in life.

In truth, however, it was not his excellent work ethic that kept him at his desk this Christmas Eve. It was more of a case of him having nowhere better to be.

Still, as the lights in yet more office windows deluminated, and the crowds down in the atrium dwindled further, Percy had to admit that he longer wished to remain where he was. He may have only had a tiny, empty, and extortionately expensive flat to return to, but being there alone couldn’t be worse than being alone at work. He could hardly spend the night before Christmas sleeping at his desk, after all.

He passed no one in the corridor on his way to the elevator, but as its doors opened on the second level, he was joined by a tall and familiar-looking wizard a few years older than him. The wizard had dark brown hair and fine lines around eyes, and a stack of books floated in the air beside him.

“Evening, Weasley,” he said. “Merry Christmas.”

Percy’s Christmas was unlikely to be merry, but he forced a smile and replied stiffly, “And to you, Davies.”

“I heard about your dad’s accident. He’s out of St Mungo’s now, isn’t he?”

In response to Chester Davies’ question, Percy gave a curt nod and made a humming noise. He had not visited his father during his stay in hospital. He felt guilty about not doing so, but given the way the two of them had argued the last time they spoke, he imagined that his presence would not have been particularly conducive to a speedy recovery. Percy had not yet entirely forgiven his father for the things he had said during their argument; he could only presume that the lingering resentment was mutual.

“Your family must be relieved to have him home for Christmas,” Chester continued. “I suppose that there’ll be a lot of you at your parents’ house this year.”

The way he spoke made it sound like another question, and Percy felt compelled to answer.

“I’m not certain,” he said. “I’m not spending Christmas with them this year. Too busy with work.”

Chester looked almost disappointed, but he quickly recovered himself as the elevator came to a halt and opened out into the atrium.

“Well, when you see your dad, give him my best. And your mum and Bill, too.”

Percy couldn’t bring himself to tell Chester that he would not be seeing his family to give them anything. Not that he hadn’t been sent anything from them. Just that morning a soft parcel had been delivered to his flat with a label written in his mother’s hand. He knew without having opened it what would be inside. Every year since he could remember his mother had knitted him and each of his siblings a jumper. It was a tradition, just as much as the turkey on the table, the gnome on top of the tree, and stockings opened beside the roaring fire.

Without warning, Percy was struck with a sudden pang of homesickness, one that he couldn’t ignore. He wished profoundly that he had never argued with his father, that he had never left the Burrow, that he could be there now enjoying Christmas with his family.

But, he thought, perhaps he could. He had assumed that he would be unwelcome, but if his mother had sent him a jumper, then maybe she would have left a place at the table for him as well. The more he considered it, the more Percy was certain that this was the case. The jumper was more than just a gift, it was an olive branch. It was his mother’s way of saying that he was still loved, that he still belonged. Surely, he would still be welcomed with open arms. After all, what was Christmas if not a time for forgiveness?

His mind made up, Percy stopped in a Muggle shop in the London street above the Ministry of Magic and bought a large bottle of sherry, the most expensive in the shop. He tucked it under his arm and ducked into an alleyway so that he could Disapparate without being seen.

He thought longingly of the Burrow, of home, of the ramshackle house with its drafts and mess and the wailing ghoul in the attic. He thought of the piles of shoes in the porch and numerous odd socks in the washing and the chickens that pecked in the yard. He thought of the warm woollen blankets, the smell of his mother’s cooking, and the cosy golden glow of the lights that shone through the windows during the darkest nights. He took a deep breath and smiled as he Apparated to the front garden, where he found the house…

Empty.

The place was silent. The lights were all off. No one was home. It was Christmas Eve, and the Weasleys were elsewhere. Percy didn’t know where exactly, because no one had bothered to invite him. Clearly, no one missed him that much.

Percy was half-helplessness, half-bitterness. He felt like a small child, lost and alone. He felt like an old man, aching and world-weary. More than anything, he felt angry. His anger only increased when he returned to his flat to see the still-unopened gift his mother had sent him resting on the table.

Jaw clenched and fingers trembling, he picked up the parcel and carried across the room to the window, where his owl Hermes was resting on his favourite perch.

“Take it back,” he told Hermes, who blinked at him and let owl a low and doleful-sounding hoot in response. “Just take it back.”

His voice was louder than he’d intended it to be, and his eyes began to sting. Hermes ruffled his feathers, but he took the strings of the parcel in his talons. Percy exhaled.

“Thank you,” he said, gentler this time. He stroked the feathers on the top of Hermes’ head with the back of one finger. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

As he opened the window to let the bird out, a chill entered. Percy steeled himself against it, welcoming the feeling of physical discomfort, appreciating the way it distracted him from the pain he felt in his heart. And as the last friend he had left in the world disappeared into the midwinter night sky, carrying the last piece he had left of his family, the clock struck midnight.

It was Christmas, and Percy was all alone.

#percy weasley #harry potter fanfiction #hpff #Weasley week #weasley family #order of the phoenix #chester davies

[quidcrusheu]

My heart beats for Dresden's Snitch and Dresden's Snitch only. But how does one tell him that?

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#Lukas K #Dresden Deluminators #germany #team snitch #courage!

[gabbyx14]

mbti types as the wizarding world’s magical objects

entp: sorting hat

enfp: marauder’s map

enfj: sorcerer’s stone

entj: horcrux

estj: portkey

esfj: goblet of fire

esfp: sneakoscope

estp: firebolt broomstick

istj: time-turner

isfj: remembrall

isfp: resurrection stone

istp: invisibility cloak

intp: deluminator

intj: elder wand

infj: pensieve

infp: mirror of erised

#mbti #mbti types as #mbti types #entp #enfp #enfj #entj #estj #esfj #estp #istj #isfj #isfp #istp #intp #intj #infj #infp #elder wand #resurrection stone #invisibility cloak #horcrux #mirror of erised #sorting hat #marauder’s map #sorcerer’s stone #goblet of fire

[only-angel-28]

mastermind, part nine

okay guys omg finally this chapter had me in a slump for literally months im so glad its over like💀🙏

anyways this ones lowkey short and i dont like it at all but its okay guys bc next chapter will be much better dw 😋🤞🤞

also reminder to please send me some requests bc im lowkey losing my mind w these exams and my brain space for original thought is taken up by cold war history material and i dont think anyone wants to read a theodore nott fic w kennedy as a side character💀💀

anyways enjoy this one pookies even though its v short and not v good, lets just be grateful its over and done with😍🙌

no warnings for this one

mastermind, masterlist

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We entered the blue-lit cafe hesitantly, cautious of our whereabouts. Harry slid into the red booth first on one side, quickly followed by me and Theodore with Hermione and Ron on the other side.

“What about all the people at the wedding?” Harry spoke up, looking around at all of us in worry, “Do you think we should go back?”

“They were after you mate,” Ron said with a shake of his head, “We’d put everyone in danger by going back.”

The moody waitress walks up to our booth, leaning on one leg with headphones in her ears.

“Coffee?” she asks us with a huff, diverting our attention from one another to the menu above the counter.

“A cappuccino please.” Hermione asks politely to which the waitress agrees curtly before asking the rest of us.

“Uhm…what she said,” Ron answers.

“Same,” Harry says.

“Me too.” I nod.

“Yeah, same.” Theo agrees.

She quickly turns around and moves to go back to the kitchen to prepare the five drinks as we quickly return to our plan.

“So, where do we go from here? Leaky Cauldron?” Ron asks as soon as she’s out of sight.

“No, it’s too dangerous.” Hermione shakes her head, “If Voldemort has taken over the ministry then none of the places are safe.”

I look around as everyone debates to try and come up with a game plan and notice the peeling paint on the wall and the dirty coffee machines. But what catches my attention is the two strange burly men who trudge into the cafe. They look around sinisterly and fix their eyes for a moment with us. Theodore seems to catch my gaze, quickly followed by Harry as they both yell “Down!” as the men start shooting spells at us.

“Stupefy!”

“Expulso!”

“Expelliarmus!”

“Petrificus totalus!”

We shoot spells left and right at the two men until finally, they’re unconscious.

The waitress walks out in worry as Hermione yells at her to go, I oblivate her as she walks out the back door in a hurry.

“Lock the door, get the lights,” Harry commands as Hermione and I start to shut down the shop and Ron gathers the lights in his deluminator. Theo walks up beside Harry, both looking down at the man on the floor.

“This one’s name’s Rowle.” Harry speaks up, not taking his eyes off the man, “He was on the astronomy tower the night Snape killed Dumbledore.”

Hermione and I come up behind Theo and Harry as they walk over to join Ron as he says, “This is Dolohov. I recognise him from the wanted posters.”

“What should we do with them?” I ask, looking around at everyone's worried faces.

“They’d kill us if it were the other way round, why don’t we kill them too?” Ron speaks up angrily.

“If we kill them, they’d know we were here,” Theo says, trying to calm Ron down.

Ron shakes his head, turning around to face the rest of us as Hermione warns, “Ron…”

“No, Suppose he did Mad-eye. How’d you feel then?” he snaps.

“It’s better we just wipe their memories,” I say, earning agreeing nods from Theo, Hermione and Harry.

“Fine. Whatever, you’re the boss.” Ron says, thankfully calmer now.

Hermione performs the charms as I open one of the doors so we can leave, and we walk out into the icy breeze of mid-winter London.

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We dodge and push our way through the iconic London underground, dimly lit orange lights paving our way and regular chatter and train railings filling our ears.

“How’d they know where we were anyway?” Harry asks, almost bumping into a lady with a pram and quickly apologising afterwards.

“Maybe you still have the trace on you?” Hermione brainstorms as she pulls Ron from bashing into an elderly couple.

“Can't be. Trace breaks at 17, it's wizarding law.” Harry says shortly, attracting mine and Hermione’s attention.

“What?” he says after Hermione and I gasp.

“We didn’t celebrate your birthday Harry,” I say solemnly. “We’d made a cake, we were going to bring it out at the end of the wedding.”

“Look, guys, honestly, I really appreciate the thought but seeing as we were just nearly killed by death eaters in a muggle cafe…” he dodges a group of small boys running around.

“Right,” Hermione says looking ahead, “Priorities.”

I smile, looking at Ron, remembering the thing he’d said in first year about Hermione needing to get her priorities straight before two strong arms pull me towards them. I look up as we keep walking and Theo releases me from his hold, I give him a questioning look as he points behind him to a woman running away in a hurry, whom Theo had avoided me from colliding with.

I give him a tight smile and mutter thanks before linking arms with Hermione and walking faster than the boys, thinking about where we were going to go from here.

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“Hermione what’s for dinner?!” Ron yells across the huge tent from his room.

Hermione rolls her eyes and shouts back, “Soup!” as I laugh next to her, making tea and coffee for all of us. The tent is surprisingly comfortable with lots of room to move around and quite a relaxing ambiance which is useful for our constant nerves.

I pass Hermione her tea and carry the other cups to the living room where Harry and Theodore are, sitting on the sofas going over the plans for the next few weeks and trying to work out where the other horcruxes may be. Ron’s in his room trying to put his clothes away which is a first.

I take my cup of coffee from the table as the boys take theirs and sit in the armchair with the book Dumbledore gave her, reading it and re-reading it again and again as the night goes on. Harry and Theo’s conversations drone out as Hermione’s soup brings rest and my eyelids fall heavy.

I stir awake slightly when I feel Theo carry me to my room; I peek an eye at him as he takes my shoes off for me and tucks me in. He goes behind me and undoes my hair, brushing it gently and loosely attempting to braid it before pecking me on the cheek gently and leaving as quietly as he could.

The next morning I walk down to the kitchen to find Theo making breakfast for everyone. We haven’t spoken properly since last night at the wedding and even that conversation was cut short. He looks up at me with his watercolour eyes and flashes a soft smile which I return. I take a seat on one of the counters as he works, flipping pancakes and spreading nutella on others. He has soft music playing on the radio which helps make the silence less awkward. I decide to break it as I joke, “Since when did you learn to make pancakes?”

He looks up at me with a grin and looks back down to his pancake as he responds, “Since the day you told me you liked them.”

His response leaves me stunned and I look down thinking back to one of our morning study sessions in the library when I complained about how much I’d rather be eating a massive stack of pancakes at that moment rather than studying. He’d joked back to me with a sly smirk, ‘Is it so bad to be studying with me?’ to which I had responded by kissing him.

“Here.” His deep voice breaks me from my thoughts as I look down and see him with a plate of pancakes for me with my favourite toppings. The gesture floods me with nothing but bliss and I accept the plate, jumping down from the counter and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. I smirk as his neck reddens and he shoves me away jokingly to eat my food.

“So,” I start as we both sit next to one another on the large sofas, each nursing a plate of pancakes and a cup of coffee.

“So,” He responds, “Do you want some maple syrup?”

“Ew no, maple syrup with nutella? Theo are you mad, I’m not Ron.” I laugh as he joins in.

“What?” I say, noticing him falling quiet after a moment and staring at me.

“You called me Theo.” He says plainly with a slight grin, making me blush profusely.

Even though his leaving was heartbreaking for me, the fact that he came back and is trying to do better means the world to me. I thought I may have liked him before in Hogwarts, but reading all those letters he’d sent me day after day with no reciprocated response and seeing how gentle he had been with me these past few days and seeing him sitting across from me now laughing about another stupid joke I made had made me realise I’m falling for him. Hard.

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