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sunsfawn · 3 months
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…flirting?
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snapesmorningcoffee · 6 months
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Dumbledore: Harry i waited until now, and now you are old enough to hear this. You are wizarding worlds last hope.
Meanwhile Harry:
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baranedizille · 3 months
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wives 💅
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cubeapples · 2 months
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fem harry/voldemort fic where harry’s a part-time babysitter and voldemort is minister riddle and an old widower (his past wife was bellatrix)
so one summer, harry’s suddenly called to babysit the minister’s daughter, delphini. little does she know, delphini is a huuuge troublemaker and an absolute demon child (black genes… and well—) but harry ends up being the only person she’s nice to. harry doesn’t know this yet.
when voldemort comes home, he’s surprised that delphini’s actually asleep and that the house is quiet for once. no screaming, no weeping, no bargaining and no bloodshed.
when he comments this to harry, she's like 'oh, but delphi's such an angel, the way you're so shocked, it seems like people have died trying to babysit her.'
when voldemort doesn't reply and just stares at her, shes like 'it was a joke. im joking. it's just a joke, right?.... RIGHT?' *cough* peter pettigrew *cough*
so when harry moves to leave, voldemort offers her extra money so that she could continue working for him.
puzzled, harry agrees. the months go by, and nothing goes awry. the peace lasts until voldemort has to go to another country for business for several months and he has to take delphini with him. that's when delphi throws a massive fit. as in, a Massive fit about leaving harry. there's blood and everything.
and so oh, no... harry has to go along too. how sad
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isalisewrites · 3 months
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Fem!Tomarry
I blame ya both. @monsieurclavier and @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger You're responsible for this. Seducing me with lesbian Tomarry and sexy ladies. *shaking my head*
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The rhythmic drips were a requiem of damned.
Scales glittered in the dull light of the expansive chamber; a guardian to her queen, the great basilisk coiled around a runic diagram, where a steaming cauldron simmered in the center with bubbling black liquid. Tom took a step back away from it and rolled down her dress shirt sleeves, revealing unmarred pale skin in the dim light. She opened the waistcoat of her uniform and unbuttoned her shirt, opening it enough to reveal the upper part of her breasts.
Next… she needed a bit of blood.
Well, a lot of it.
Her eyes were drawn to the sniveling, sobbing girl that lay a few feet away. The girl stared up at her from behind pitifully ugly glasses, wrists bound behind her back with conjured rope, and a gag shoved in her mouth. She thrashed on the ground, her screams muffled, and then sagged, her chest fluttering with her gasps. 
“It’s a shame,” whispered Tom, her voice light and lyrical as she took a step forward. The bound girl hiccuped and sobbed in terror. She could almost taste it in the air. “You really shouldn’t snoop into other people’s business. Bad things might happen when you do.”
The girl wailed behind her gag.
“But it’s all right,” said Tom; her gentle tone was a dark constant to the gleaming knife she held in her hand. She stepped closer and knelt in front of her. The girl screamed some more, her glasses askew. “This will hurt, quite a bit. And when I’m done, I’m going to kill you.”
Tom smiled at the renewed sobs. She put a hand onto the girl’s shoulder and shoved her face down. The girl screamed again, legs kicking, body thrashing wildly, but Tom straddled the back of her thighs and grabbed her tied wrists. A lock of her short hair hung a few inches from her face as she hunched over the girl’s prone form. With a light caress, the knife brushed against the girl’s forearm.
It sliced through flesh with ridiculous ease, red blood blooming to life at the seam.
High pitched screams echoed through the Chamber of Secrets.
“There, there,” murmured Tom, but she couldn’t be heard over the cries. She dipped her fingers into the cut, coating them in blood. “Your blood is important to me. I shan’t waste a drop of it.” Tom painted runes, one by one, her right forearm. Though her runes weren’t drawn as steady, she did the same for her left forearm. Tom pried the cut open a little more, briefly jostled by the girl kicking in furious sobs of terror, and dipped her fingers with more warm blood. She drew another set of runes over her breasts and her heart. As she painted the final runes on her cheeks and forehead, she whispered, “Almost done now.”
Tom forced the girl onto her back. The girl continued to weep, but the life had been drained from her. Tom stood up and looked at herself, doubling checking the runes.
“I’m ready,” said Tom softly in parseltongue, a well of excitement bubbling up inside her. Scales slithered against the ground as the basilisk moved towards the lone girl on the ground. Tom lifted the diadem of Ravenclaw and gazed down at the girl. “Myrtle, you’ve been so good for me.” The girl let out a wretched sniffle. “Really, you’ve been a delight. But, sadly, this is where we part ways.”
Tom’s smile cut through the darkness.
“Kill her.”
“As you wish, Mistress.”
This was it. The moment she’d spent countless hours studying for, meticulously planning for - this was the moment she created her first horcrux, the first anchor to the mortal plane.
Except…
Multiple things happened at once. A flash of golden red light burst high above in the chamber, flames flickering on the stone ceiling. A bird cried, high and warlike, and more light illuminated the chamber. There was a girlish screech, a low curse, and a loud crash.
The cauldron toppled over, spreading out all over the stone floor and smearing the runic circle away. The basilisk shrieked in pain when it splattered her scales and reared back away from the spilled potion.
“Ew, ew, what is this?!” cried a new voice, a woman’s; though, it was a touch lower than the average girl. “Ouch, I think it’s burning me—shit, it’s definitely burning me—”
A rush of magic - wild, intoxicating, elysian - flooded through the entire chamber. There was another screeching, birdlike cry, mournful and powerful. The spilled, sizzling potion that had been meant to consume Myrtle’s blood and merge with the diadem vanished.
Months of work and preparation.
Gone.
Tom trembled with apocalyptic rage. The intruder—she’d have to die. Perhaps all wasn’t lost. She had two victims from which she could forge horcruxes from now. How long before someone noticed Myrtle’s absence? Tom could probably brew another potion in a shorter amount of time. She had the ingredients. Myrtle didn’t lose that much blood and she was still breathing.
Tom double checked.
Ah, yes. Myrtle was alive. 
The intruder stood up, spluttering in such an undignified manner that Tom couldn’t keep the sneer from off her face. It was young woman, a girl who couldn’t be much older than Tom. Her strangely casual clothes were disheveled, messy, covered in dried mud, and she had a wild mane of black hair that looked as if it hadn’t been brushed a day in its life. A phoenix with feathers of a sunset landed on the young woman’s shoulder. It folded its wings and cuddled up against her hair, nipping through tangled strands.
But it was those eyes that captivated Tom the moment she saw them.
Hidden behind ugly circular frames, those emerald green eyes held an ethereal light to them, so unnatural that Tom had to wonder if they belonged to something supernatural.
Tom’s heart stuttered when those eyes locked onto her.
“Fancy meeting you here in the Chamber of Secrets, Tom Riddle.”
Coated in fresh blood, from her fingertips to her forearms, to the parted dress shirt and vest which revealed bloodied cleavage, Tom smiled up at the young woman in her most perfect, charming smile.
“And who might you be?”
“I’m Harry.” The phoenix trilled lightly, burrowing its beak into her hair. The young woman’s eyes never faltered. “Harry Potter.”
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nina-scribbles · 1 year
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@cupofsquirrelfan has got me OBSESSED with fem!Drarry sooo,,,, i made some designs <3
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thelandswemadeofpaper · 3 months
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So, how most writers turn a male character name into a female one?
Just the femine version: Perseia Jackson, Harriet Potter, Naruko Uzumaki, Tsunami Sawada...
More focus on the origin of the name (how and why it was chosen) or a family tradition or theme: Penelope Jackson, Rosemary Cassiopeia Potter*, Mito Uzumaki, Chiyohime Sawada...
Names that fit the character: Cove Jackson, Circe Potter, Misona Uzumaki, Sora Sawada...
Honestly just use the male names without shame
Random names they like
*in 'Rosemary Cassiopeia Potter' I put both a star name (for the Blacks) and a flower one (Evans), classical fem!harry
Maybe I will do the 'twin fic' name list with Menma Uzumaki, Jaime Potter Jr and Sawada Ienari
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racfoam · 1 year
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Okay, okay,but what if I do a Uno-Reverse card and make a nynn AU where instead of Umbridge, Voldemort disguises himself as Gaunt and finally gets that DADA position? Of course, everyone loves Professor Gaunt but Harry thinks there is something fishy about him. She does not like his aura. Also, it feels like he looks at her much more than the other students. Also, Harry still gets detention except it’s to help him grade essays.
The chaos. THE CHAOS.
“Yeah, Quirrell was a good teacher,” said Harry, unable to stop herself. “There was just that downside of him having Lord Voldemort stuck to the back of his head.”
Silence. Dead, long silence. Neville gave out a little squeak, dropping his pen.
The corner of Gaunt’s — because only those Harry respects does she call professor — lips upturned in a slow, cold smile that didn’t reach his eyes. It looked lifeless and dead.
“You know, Miss Potter,” said Gaunt coolly. “I’m starting to believe you like spending time in detention with me.”
There were a few giggles from the rest of the girls. By this second week, every girl had a crush on Gaunt and the boys looked at him like he was some genius. Harry fumed, wanting to get up and punch Gaunt in his gaunt face.
“I’d rather go on a date with Voldemort than spend a single second at your detention,” Harry said furiously, trembling in place with surpressed rage, “sir.”
Gaunt’s eyes gleamed.
“Careful what you wish for, Miss Potter," he said. Despite the feigned softness, the tone was sharp like a knife. “And detention it is. I suppose your date with You-Know-Who will have to wait.”
Fist clenched, Harry fumed some more, and started chanting a wordless, wandless Incendio, hoping to set Gaunt’s robes on fire.
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hirukochan · 29 days
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Another fic completed 🤩
I am very happy to have this Snarrietmort fic finished! I love how it turned out. It was just supposed to be a couple of silly smutty chapters here and there and then I was violently tackled by plot too intriguing to not write and here we are. Almost 100k words later.
Thank you to anyone who followed along, left kudos or comments! I appreciate you all so so much. You have no idea how much motivation you have given me to write this fic.
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salmonight · 1 year
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Fanart of Teeth and Claws by TheShadowSwan
Which is a wonderful KHR x HP fanfic.
Progress:
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As for the bunny theme... I originally planned it for Easter but did not finish it by then soooo... U can see the finished product all in it's glory now!
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sunsfawn · 3 months
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mini sapphic drarry doodle i did for twitter mutual
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snapesmorningcoffee · 6 months
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oxydiane · 2 years
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I love the idea of a genderbent Golden Trio especially because of Ron and his Quidditch player position. Hear me out! We only really know of women playing as Keeper in professional Quidditch teams, while most of the time men are preferred to fill in, because Keepers are supposed to be broad and carry the heaviest set of gear due to the added protections. I’m just imagining a fem!Ron who is tall and lanky and when she makes the house team, everyone has a great round of laughter because it’s going to be so easy to knock her off her broom. But it isn’t at all. She is fast and sturdy and way too hotheaded. It doesn’t come easy, Harry and Hermione need to talk her into it, ‘of course you’re enough, girls make fantastic Keepers, if anybody says otherwise, it’s rubbish’ and one day Hermione comes back with a thorough research on female Quidditch players, ‘see? You’re going to be just fine.’ And Harry? When she sees her best friend after a game? All sweaty and bright because she has proven everybody wrong? She is enamoured.
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cubeapples · 14 days
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need to write a fem!harry/voldemort au fic where they elope because james and lily do not want their only daughter marrying a 70+ year old man even if he is the most powerful wizard in the world, thankyouverymuch. unfortunately, harry's parents find out the hard way.. and they make peace with it. (after several duels which end with james nearly dying).
but then harry wants to have a proper wedding, but voldemort complains he's "too old" to get married again, and that his "brittle bones cannot last for long" if he's standing for so long, which makes harry roll her eyes, because he's also the same man who brought wizarding britain to its knees not too long ago.
so that's how, after much convinving, voldemort is unwillingly dragged along to buy wedding robes with harry and co. for their "second wedding."
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starsandsunkissed · 1 month
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Part 1/2
Part 2 here: https://www.tumblr.com/starsandsunkissed/745253788621963264/birthday-gifts-starsandsunkissed-harry-potter?source=share
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The early morning sun flooded the windows of the Gryffindor Common room as Holly made her way down the girls' staircase. Spotting Ron in their usual corner, reading a book, she grinned and made her way over.
"Happy birthday, Ron," Holly greeted him, giving him a small punch to the shoulder as some upper-years made their way down. It was his idea to keep their still fledgling romance a secret — citing the twins and their antics — so, in public, they kept displays of affection to a minimum.
"Thanks," he said with a smile.
She sat down next to him, putting her bag on the floor beside her. "Er—here's your gift." She took out an orange-wrapped box and placed it on the table.
Ron shook his head, and Holly knew what was coming. "You already got me one? Chudley, remember?" he said, referring to the owl they had, rather ironically, owl-ordered after Scabbers had died.
"That doesn't count, that was a belated Christmas gift."
"But you already got me a Christmas gift—"
"Just take it. Please?" She widened her eyes in a silent plea.
"Fine."
He opened the present to reveal a hand-carved wooden box. It was nothing special—half the size of a Muggle shoebox and half a hand high, coloured a brilliant red. She had painstakingly carved the Chudley Cannons logo on the lid, with smaller, less detailed broomsticks surrounding it. 
"You got me a Secrets box?" asked Ron, confused.
Holly knew Lavender had one for her makeup. It was a six-inch cube that she boasted held twice that. The box would lock itself every time it closed, and would only unlock when the owner used a wand and said a password.
"Well, not really, but close. I made it in Runes. Hagrid and Professor Babbling helped me out with getting the wood and carving and stuff. I had to do some extra credit projects, but it was worth it," she said with a grin, wiping her sweaty hands on her robes.
Ron stared at the present in awe. "You shouldn't have."
Holly grinned. "I wanted to. Go on, open it."
Inside was a collection of the sweets she had seen him buy during their unexpected solo Hogsmeade trip the year before, along with several non-magical novelties. He took out a packet of—"Raffa Cakes?"
"Jaffa Cakes."
"Oh," said Ron, closing the hinge-free box.
"You can set the box up to answer any password you want, you just need to tap it with your wand when you say it."
When Ron continued to examine the box, she added, "I know it's a bit small, but I didn't want to risk making it too big and messing it up, and I figured you wouldn't want something showy anyway. You always said Fred and George mess with your things and I...well, I thought it would be a good idea. Having something they don't know about and can't break into easily."
Her boyfriend continued to run his fingers over the red-stained willow wood, looking between her and the box with a neutral stare.
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iammyownsaviour · 1 year
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Femslash February 2023
"For Harry, her Luna sounds like an angel singing the most beautiful symphony there is." - Fem!Harry Potter/Luna Lovegood
wc: 100 | ao3 | femslash february: day 8 | fluffuary (@fluffbruary): day 8, sunrise | hp shipuary (@hpshipuary): day 8, Harry Potter/Luna Lovegood | hp saffics femslash bingo (@hpsaffics): drabble, fluff, established relationship, hogwarts era | femslash february prompts (@rollisicarisi): 010, listen
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