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carewyncromwell · 7 months

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Ron 🤝 Carewyn

Of all of Bill's siblings, Carewyn knew Ginny and Ron the least well. Considering she hadn't gone to school with them at all, she had only really been able to interact with them over the holidays or (in Ginny's case) the one school year before the youngest Weasley went to Hogwarts. Because Ron went to school the year immediately following Carewyn's own graduation and eventually chose to stay at school over Christmas break for most of his time at Hogwarts, the young up-and-coming lawyer had the least amount of time to get to spend time with Ron one-on-one. Despite this, Carewyn was still very fond of Ron, as she was with all the Weasleys, and Ron had warm feelings toward Carewyn both as one of Bill and Charlie's closest friends and as someone who honestly acted a lot like his mother, Molly, except (in Fred and George's words) "cooler." She'd even gifted Ron one of his largest and nicest Chudley Cannons posters.

One of the things Ron and Carewyn were able to talk about during the holidays, on those occasions where Carewyn could come over, were their respective friend groups. Ron told Carewyn all about Harry Potter and Hermione Granger the summer after his first year, and Carewyn was immediately reminded of her time with Bill, Rowan, Penny, and Ben, who had been her first friends.

"Hermione's Muggle-born, but she's the smartest girl in our year, easily," Ron explained. "She even stays awake during Binns's lectures, somehow! And passes all his tests!"

This made Carewyn giggle behind her hand, remembering the wonderful days at school when her best friend Rowan would give her own History of Magic lectures in front of their class while Binns was asleep.

"Maybe she should teach the class herself, if she's so capable at it," Carewyn said amusedly. "Then maybe everyone would get a proper education in the subject."

Seeing usually cool Carewyn laugh made a brighter, prouder light dance through Ron's expression and he grinned that little bit bigger.

"You'll love Harry when you meet him, though," he said fervently. "All of you will. He's the nicest bloke I've ever met. And you should see him on a broom! He can catch the Snitch like nobody's business. In his real first match, he even caught the bloody thing in his mouth! It was an accident, mind you, but still -- a first year catching the Snitch at all, and that quickly -- you gotta admit, that's pretty brilliant!"

"It is," agreed Carewyn. "As is a first year being chosen for a Quidditch team at all -- even the best fliers I knew at school were only chosen in their second year. Potter has good reason to be proud of himself."

Ron's expression grew a bit more serious, even though the smile didn't fade.

"...I know," he said lowly. "That's the thing, though. 'Cause he does have good reason to be proud! He's brave, clever, funny -- brilliant at Quidditch...not to mention that he beat You-Know-Who not just as a baby, but even this year when he wanted at the Philosopher's Stone, all by himself! He's rich -- he practically bought the whole trolley when we first met, just so we could try all the different sweets together! The professors all like him, aside from Snape...McGonagall even gifted him a brand new Nimbus 2000, when he first joined the Gryffindor team!"

Carewyn raised her eyebrows. "Really?"

Minerva must've really believed in Potter's abilities, to be that blatant in her favoritism toward her Quidditch team, she thought more cynically than her voice and face would suggest. And to pay for something the player could've more than afforded himself...

Ron nodded.

"Most people like him, and everybody knows his name. But even with all that...Harry doesn't see what he's done as that big a deal. He never brags, or acts all high-and-mighty, or looks down his nose at anyone...well, maybe aside from Malfoy, but that prat deserves it, trust me. And the only reason I can figure for it is...at home, his family -- his uncle, aunt, and cousin, I mean -- treat him like rubbish! They bully him, and ignore him, and put him down -- they don't treat him like family. When he's Harry Potter! Not just the Boy Who Lived -- but a really, truly awesome person..."

Ron rested his head on his hands, his eyes narrowing on the carpet a bit. His smile had faded over the course of his explanation.

"...That's why...I want Harry here, this summer. I want him here, and away from those rotten Muggles who tried to 'stamp' his magic out of him and used to lock him up in a closet under the stairs when they were cross with him! I want to be there for him, like at school -- to make sure he knows he's brilliant, no matter what the Muggles say. I know we don't have much, and I know our place is cramped and rundown and all, but...I want him here, with us. I want him to know what family's supposed to be like. And I think...if I brought him here, I think he'd be just as happy as I'd be to have him! The thought of being invited to my house -- my small, crowded, rickety old house with my tiny shoe-box of a room -- it made Harry so happy, you would've thought I was Father Christmas or something!"

Ron looked up at Carewyn with something oddly self-conscious in his flushed, freckled face. It was like he was experiencing a feeling he'd never really known before and was having trouble explaining.

"...I just...he needs me, Carey. You know?"

Carewyn's expression softened. Very gently she brought a hand onto Ron's shoulder so as to steer him into a sideways hug.

"I do," she said kindly. "And you know, I think Bill does too."

She felt Ron relax under her arm, clearly encouraged.

"Yeah?" asked Ron. Like Ginny, he'd always looked up to Bill.

"Mm-hmm," said Carewyn with a fond red-lipsticked smile. "Because from what Bill told me later...he felt the same way about me, back in the day. Thinking I shouldn't have to do things by myself and wanting to be there for me. Wanting me over at the Burrow for the winter holidays, just so I didn't have to spend Christmas alone."

This brought the smile back to Ron's face.

"That's why I stayed at Hogwarts this last Christmas," he explained. "Hermione was going back to her parents, and the rest of the boys in our dorm weren't staying either...so Harry would've spent the holidays all alone, if I hadn't stayed..."

Carewyn smiled and gave Ron's shoulder a light squeeze. "I'm sure Harry really appreciated that."

The conversation was so casual that Carewyn didn't think on it again until years later, in the midst of the Second Wizarding War.

The Ministry of Magic had fallen to the Death Eaters, and everything both there and in the outside world was grim. Dolores Umbridge was head of the new Muggle-Born Registration Commission, and the Auror Department was out seeking "Undesirables" for their new Death Eater overlords. And one day, in the midst of several trials for captured Muggle-borns, Carewyn collided with a rather harried Magical Maintenance wizard in sopping wet robes looking for someone in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"Sorry, I'm looking for Bernie -- have you -- ?"

As soon as Carewyn walked by the small, ferret-esque wizard talking with the witch at the second desk on the right, though, she immediately sensed something was off. Carewyn didn't know Reg Cattermole at all, but her natural Legilimency had become very sensitive in her time as a lawyer, and she could just sense deception coming off of him. What he was saying was a lie. And so she paused off to the side and watched the exchange.

"Oh -- hello, Reg," said the witch, sounding bemused. Clearly she wasn't incredibly familiar with the custodian either, but was humoring him, even as she continued to organize the files in front of her. "I'm afraid Bernie's already left -- he's gone off to help with turning the rain off in the Department of Magical Transportation -- "

"Wha -- ?" the wizard called Reg couldn't seem to stop himself, before halfheartedly accepting the witch's assistance. "Right -- um -- thanks..."

As he turned as if to head back to the lift, he nearly ran right into Carewyn.

"Ah!" his eyes widened noticeably at the sight of her. "Care -- I mean, Ms. Cromwell! H-how nice to see you..."

Carewyn's blue eyes narrowed upon his face.

"Likewise," she said lightly.

Considering we've never spoken.

It was as Carewyn stared into this stranger's eyes, though, that something scratched at the inside of her brain -- multiple familiar, happy voices, echoing in delight at the sight of her --

"Carewyn dear!" "Carey!"

Carewyn flinched. The shift in expression made the wizard called Reg falter a bit too, his expression looking noticeably more wary. Images of Albert Runcorn looking oddly anxious danced over her mind.

"She had to go down to Courtroom Three with Umbridge, she couldn't refuse -- "

"You said you were looking for Bernie Pensworth, Reg?" Carewyn said abruptly. "Why don't you come with me -- I already told him I'd help him with 'turning the rain off' downstairs..."

The wizard called Reg looked stuck halfway between relief and utter terror.

"Ah -- y-yeah! Uh -- that'd be great! Thanks!"

He followed Carewyn back to the lift, shooting her unsure glances out the side of his eye. Carewyn could hear more familiar voices rippling off of him --

"Did you say Occlumency? ...You know Carey had to study that too, right, Ron? That's the opposite of Legilimency..."

"Shame he has to study it with Severus Snape, though -- "

" -- he needs me, you know?"

It was strange enough hearing Bill and Arthur in this stranger's head -- but it was the final familiar sentiment, and the image of Albert Runcorn in the elevator accompanying it, that made Carewyn stiffen.

Ron...?

" -- he needs me -- "

Carewyn and the wizard called Reg made it back into the lift, and Carewyn very sharply closed it behind her before anyone else could join them inside.

Reg made as if to press a button, but Carewyn stopped him, placing her hand over the console.

"Which floor do you need to get off at?" she asked in a very soft, urgent voice.

Reg gave a start. "Huh?"

"Which floor is your friend on?" said Carewyn.

She looked right at the modestly-sized man, fixing him with a very sharp, meaningful expression.

Very slowly the wizard called Reg -- in truth, Ron Weasley -- seemed to melt, his expression giving way to pure, unadulterated relief.

"...Level Nine," he breathed. "They're both in Courtroom Three, with Umbridge -- "

"Then we're getting you down there," said Carewyn firmly.

She took out her wand and used it to push in the floor button for the ninth floor. While doing so, she whispered, "Epoximise."

The button, rather than going back into its proper place after being pushed, stayed stuck where it was. The lift then headed straight down, even seemingly ignoring the other floors where people were waiting.

"Tonks taught me that trick," Carewyn said with a wry smile. "Folks around here use it as a cheap way to get to their offices quickly, when they're running late for their shifts..."

Ron as Reg Cattermole grinned from ear to ear. "Tonks really is bloody brilliant!"

"Yes, she is."

Ron's smile faltered as Carewyn turned to him very solemnly.

"Listen -- we don't have much time. I was just upstairs near the Minister's office, and I heard someone say something about a hole in Umbridge's office door. I don't know if it's connected to what you're up to, but considering your friends are down there with Umbridge right now, I have a bad feeling they might've caught on to you being here. If so, it's very possible the Minister might order the fireplaces in the Atrium sealed, to try to prevent anyone from escaping -- "

Ron noticed them passing the Atrium out the side of his eye, but Carewyn didn't even make any effort to stop it early. She knew Ron wasn't going to try to bail out without his friends -- just as she never would've.

"My Sticking Charm might keep this lift from being called elsewhere for a little while, but only that. Fifteen minutes, at most. I need you to get to Courtroom Three, get your friends, and get them back here as fast as you can. Then take the lift straight to the Atrium. I'll go back up the stairs myself, so that this lift stays here for you..."

When they arrived, the doors clanged open with a cool, serene "Level Nine: Department of Mysteries." Both Carewyn and Ron bolted out, heading right for the stairs.

"Carey -- " said Ron. He couldn't stop himself from throwing his much shorter arms around her and giving her a tight hug. "You're the best!"

But Carewyn quickly extricated herself, even as she squeezed his arm affectionately. "Go, quickly!"

As Ron ran off, she couldn't help but call "Be careful!" in such a gravelly whisper after him that she wasn't sure if he heard her or not. Sadly she couldn't afford to wait to make sure he made it back -- instead she had to run back upstairs.

Carewyn wouldn't be able to dawdle around in the Atrium, to ensure Ron and his friends' escape -- but maybe if she went back and sabotaged the other lifts the same way, it might just slow down anyone coming from Level One or Two just enough to give them a real chance...

Friendship Drabble Prompt!

#friendship drabbles #my writing #carewyn cromwell #ron weasley #harry potter #hermione granger #nymphadora tonks #dolores umbridge #yay finally the last of the weasleys!!#carewyn loves this family so much <33

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padfootastic · 1 year

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should just dedicate myself to miss imp’s blog because here’s another- thing i wrote based off her prompt. @impishtubist thank u for always getting the creative juices flowing for me 💀

(this summary sounds like a whole bunch of nothing bc i was having fun being all ~whimsical and shit, but basically: harry becomes lord black, the tapestry repairs itself, and he finds a surprise addition on it)

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Magic was a fickle thing. No one knew where it came from nor how it operated. But ignorance is not the same as irreverence—every wixen in the magical world was brought up with the knowledge that Magic was to be both feared and respected. There was a sentience to it that was beyond the scope of mortal comprehension and there were warnings—stories of grave misfortune bestowed upon those who neglected this fact.

Under the broad gamut of Magic, however, lies one particularly under-studied field of Family Magics. Not much is known about it, except that families who have a long lineage to call upon have some…quirks to their magic that others don’t. Certain types of magics come easier to them, an affinity, if you will. That’s not to say that others can’t have any of their own. The Malfoys might be relatively newblooded—despite their attempts at rebranding—but their propensity for Charms hasn’t gone unnoticed. The Weasleys and their fertility magic has, despite their social status, impressed a community with such low birth rates.

So, it is fair to say that Family Magics are alive and kicking, distributed by a power unknown to everyone. The Blacks, at the height of their power, were feared by everyone—friend and foe alike. Their prowess with offensive magics was nigh unbeatable and even now, with its current state of disrepute, the old guard talks about the family in tones of awe and trepidation.

It’s what makes the fates of Sirius and Regulus Black particularly tragic. That these two, heirs who were the envy of every single family, ended up fading into notoriety and obscurity, respectively—leaving behind a family crumbling into ruins.

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black…reduced to a house elf and a dilapidated house, both on the verge of falling apart.

That is, until now. Fate and Fortune colliding to breathe new life into old blood. With some personal discoveries along the way.

Tap for the full ao3 version!

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being-luminous · 2 years

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So it is quite literally the smallest detail, but one thing I adore adding to my fics where I can is Harry carrying hair ties around his wrist for Hermione

It’s already snuck its way into my newest fic (which will hopefully be posted sometime this week! I’m about 3k in, but I refuse to break this one up into chapters, so no posting yet), and it makes me so soft

Anyway, here’s the scene 🥰 A deceptively soft little interaction considering this is a(nother) Harrymort Hades & Persephone AU w/ all that entails

“Honestly,” Hermione mutters, shoving her hair away from her face again. It only barely stays tucked behind her ear. “I’ve told him a thousand times how important this is. Why does he even come if he’s just going to complaint at the first sign of dark?”

Harry crouches down behind her, gathers her hair and ties it back with the leather strap he keeps around his wrist for exactly this purpose. “He worries about you,” he says, combing his fingers through her curls, making sure each coil is caught in place.

“Well, he shouldn’t.” She lifts one hand to her ear, frowns when there’s no hair to push back. When she realizes what he’s done, she grins, pleased.

He rises from his crouch with a nod. Looks down the path. “How much longer do you want to stay out?”

Hermione follows his gaze. “You agree with him?”

“I didn’t say that.” He shivers, exaggerated. Rubs his hands over his arms. “Bit chilly, though.”

She huffs, turns back to her work. “I’m almost done.”

“Then why…?”

“Because he’s so, ugh!” She tosses down her spade, turns on her knees to face him. “He’s infuriating. I can take care of myself!”

Harry rocks back on his heels, keeps his expression even. “Right.”

“I don’t need an escort to go pick mushrooms”—she takes up her spade again—“but he insists on coming with. He doesn’t listen.” Then, like it’s just occurred to her, she accuses, “You’re no better.”

“Maybe,” Harry says, dragging out the word. “Or…”

She stares stubbornly down at the dirt, then sighs. “Or what?”

“Maybe we like being out here, and your foraging gives us a reason to be. Maybe we like spending time with you.”

She goes back to digging, cheeks burning. “Hmph.”

#help i love their friendship so much #just posted a very ron centric fic so now hermione gets some extra love #but anyway yes this is another 'loosely based on greek myth' au #featuring voldemort stealing harry away to the underworld in very dramatic fashion #anyway carrying hair ties for your best friend who always insists she wont need one is something that can actually be so personal #snippets

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when-inrome · 2 years

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i love the way that harry and hermione literally were unashamed that they both preferred ron

#they're just like me fr #he deserved it btw #no hp fan but i love him so much #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger

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firendgold · 9 months

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If you're still doing the choose violence ask game: 2 (👀), 9, 10, 22 ?

I got such a rush from finally answering the first ask that I'm doing this for as long as people send me questions. So here we go again!

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

anon, I'm at work. I'm seeing this at work. :'D

Okay, serious face. Albus Dumbledore is probably my fave if I have to choose between him and Harry on this blog. I just have to figure out why he would never...

Bottom. Albus would never, I'm sorry. He won't. He can't. Like, maybe when he was having his whirlwind summer romance with Gellert, he bottomed every single time they fucked because he was so in love and this was his equal and his partner and so what if he was a little rough and distant sometimes in the bedroom, and always wanted to top and tug his hair and hiss out orders? This was The Man The Universe Had Crafted For Him, and he would absolutely bottom for him every time... and then the summer of 1899 ends. And Ariana dies. And Aberforth breaks Albus' nose. And Gellert fucks off to go be a fascist.

And Albus, alone and heartbroken, resolves to never trust someone that completely again, never love someone that same way, and never let anyone get into a position of power over him where they might be able to use his knowledge and talents for ill. That means physically, emotionally, spiritually, psychologically... carnally. So he has sex with plenty of other people, and even falls in love with a few of them, but he is in control at all times. He never bottoms again.

That's all I've got for that one.

9. worst part of canon

So the first answer that came to mind is posted here, but for fairness' sake I'll try to come up with another worst thing. (That's not related to ships, because I'm trying really hard not to be THAT violent on the violence ask game.)

I think... that if That Woman was going to introduce international schools, students and characters in the middle book of the series, she should have done more with them than having them vanish after Goblet of Fire, only to come back for either fake romantic tension and one line of exposition about the Hitler allegory Dark Lord of the Before-Times (Krum, Deathly Hallows) or to be married off to a Weasley for an aesop of It's Not About His Looks Now That They're Jacked Up (Fleur, Half-Blood Prince). I'm not saying Fleur and Viktor HAD to be best buddies forever with Harry, but it is weird that they have this unique bond that no other young students have had with each other in hundreds of years, they even lost one of their fellow champions, Dumbledore gives this very moving speech about remaining connected and not letting darkness and prejudice sever new ties, and then... nothing. No side adventures in France or wherever Durmstrang is, no communication from either side, nothing.

Feels like a huge letdown in hindsight.

10. worst part of fanon

Oh, no. That's not fair. There's just so many.

If I had to consolidate what I currently don't like about the HP fandom/fanon into a few lines, I think I would say that I hate the pureblood/Dark side apologism. I do believe in nuance in characters. I do believe redemption and/or walking different paths is an important theme in Harry Potter, and I think it's fascinating to explore that with any and every character you can think of, even characters I may not personally like. But I really, really hate the way the fandom has taken that and twisted it into this idea that we were sold a lie at the start: that the British magical government was fine the way it was, and so was the society around it; that Dark magic Isn't All That Bad, Really, and there are actually Good and non-prejudiced things about a few rich bitches passing down their knowledge and secrets and slurs for generations within the Family, and keeping the Family "Pure" is cool actually, and none of this has any relation to real life ideas about miscegenation and classism and racism and eugenics, what are you talking about?

It's just so worrying. As a minority, when I see people on tumblr/twitter/AO3 gleefully agreeing that we need to eat the rich and fix society and eradicate all the horrid -isms and -archys ruining all our lives, then watch them turn around and write a 200k epic where Dumbledore was the evil one for locking the Horcrux books away and championing marginalized members of society, Hermione is just uppity for wanting to make necessary changes to the darker parts of magical society that That Woman was literally pointing out for a reason, and Tom Riddle is only bad because he took the good segregationist pureblood ideas and added murder to them... and when that fic gets thousands of comments agreeing with them full stop with no examination of any of that... it makes me anxious, at a minimum. The same thing is happening now with Grindelwald now that he's actually a figure on the screen and not just some dude mentioned a few times in the book series: same apologism, same justification of atrocities, same good-guy-blame-games, same blorbofication even.

On the one hand... fiction doesn't always directly reflect or affect reality. On the other... this unironic pro-pureblood meta is a pervasive concept that has popped up in thousands of fics written by thousands of fanfic writers. It's happened for years, and it keeps happening, and I see very few fans speaking out against it or even acknowledging it as a problem. So that makes me ask myself, who actually is willing and able to examine the injustices of our society and build a better imaginary society through the lens of HP fanfiction, and who's okay with the prejudice in the HP world as long as it's coming from the faves they're attracted to?

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

Happily, this is a harder question to answer because I've been finding so many like minds in the past 5 years who go feral over the same 20 HP scenes as I do. ^^ But give me a sec, I'll think of something.

...

Okay. Got it.

In order to answer this question, I have to go back to the first time I, young teenager, avid reader, recent reader of the HP series once book 5 was out, realized that Harry and Dumbledore had a much deeper relationship than just headmaster and student. The thing that made me latch on to them and project like crazy, basically.

It's the scene in Goblet of Fire chapter 36 where Harry has been rescued from Fake Moody and he's in Dumbledore's office with Dumbledore and Sirius. Dumbledore asks Harry to relay everything that happened to him once he touched the Portkey in the maze—and immediately Sirius tries to protect Harry from having to relive it now, so soon after it's happened. And then this scene happens.

Dumbledore stopped talking. He sat down opposite Harry, behind his desk. He was looking at Harry, who avoided his eyes. Dumbledore was going to question him. He was going to make Harry relive everything. “I need to know what happened after you touched the Portkey in the maze, Harry,” said Dumbledore. “We can leave that till morning, can’t we, Dumbledore?” said Sirius harshly. He had put a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Let him have a sleep. Let him rest.” Harry felt a rush of gratitude toward Sirius, but Dumbledore took no notice of Sirius’s words. He leaned forward toward Harry. Very unwillingly, Harry raised his head and looked into those blue eyes. “If I thought I could help you,” Dumbledore said gently, “by putting you into an enchanted sleep and allowing you to postpone the moment when you would have to think about what has happened tonight, I would do it. But I know better. Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it. You have shown bravery beyond anything I could have expected of you. I ask you to demonstrate your courage one more time. I ask you to tell us what happened.” The phoenix let out one soft, quavering note. It shivered in the air, and Harry felt as though a drop of hot liquid had slipped down his throat into his stomach, warming him, and strengthening him. He took a deep breath and began to tell them. As he spoke, visions of everything that had passed that night seemed to rise before his eyes; he saw the sparkling surface of the potion that had revived Voldemort; he saw the Death Eaters Apparating between the graves around them; he saw Cedric’s body, lying on the ground beside the cup. Once or twice, Sirius made a noise as though about to say something, his hand still tight on Harry’s shoulder, but Dumbledore raised his hand to stop him, and Harry was glad of this, because it was easier to keep going now he had started. It was even a relief; he felt almost as though something poisonous were being extracted from him. It was costing him every bit of determination he had to keep talking, yet he sensed that once he had finished, he would feel better.

This is one of the best scenes in the entire book, the entire series. It completely refutes the fanon Dumbledore who is often cold, cruel, inflexible and unrelenting in his quest for whatever the author wants him to be inflexible and cruel about at the time. It shows that Dumbledore, the real Albus Dumbledore, is one of the few people who understands what Harry needs and is able to provide it to him, even when others who also care for Harry would rather protect him or shield him from what he needs.

Kid me was particularly taken by how gentle Dumbledore is with Harry here. It made me look back and see how in some ways this scene, this closeness, is the culmination of all the times they've met and spoken before.

(You can imagine how painful it was reading Order of the Phoenix right after this.)

But yeah, that's probably one of my favorite scenes that other people ignore or haven't talked about/drawn/written about much. Which is ironic, because the scene right after that where Harry talks about Voldemort taking his blood and Dumbledore's eyes do the triumphant "lol Voldemort just fucked up" gleam is probably one of THE most talked-about scenes in the fandom (even though to this fucking day in 2023 people still don't realize what the gleam meant, when even That Woman has clarified what it meant in INTERVIEWS).

...And for me, safely at the end of the questions, that's all she wrote.

#fireandgoldposts #thanks for the ask!#choose violence ask game #Albus Dumbledore #not y'all making me put more gr*ndeld*re on this blog :') I forgive you tho #it's my own fault for having that headcanon. and to think I didn't think I'd be able to answer that question #I'm poking a real bear by finally talking about how much I hate the pureblood politics/pureblood supremacy/misunderstood bad guys trifecta #another thing that was perhaps interesting 20 years ago when people first started doing it but is now stale and infuriating #since it's now seen as fact and not fiction #the fiction of fiction even #I can't believe I didn't just write ''the worst part of fanon is every independent!Harry/manipulative!Dumbledore fanfic ever written #that's growth for me #oh god the worst part about no expanded roles for Fleur and Krum is that most fans only give Fleur an extended role #when they're SHIPPING HER WITH HARRY as some kind of ''ooh foreign beauty'' thing where he naturally resists her allure #and oh my god here comes the nausea again because flowerpot is another ship that's been done to death the very same way haphne/wolfstar has #and I love Krum/Hermione as much as the next person but fanon Krum is like NEVER allowed to move on from Hermione unless he's gay/bi #which is VERY rare to see. like please give me Harry/Krum fanfic recs if you have them #or Ron/Krum because that is so narratively satisfying #honorable mention for question 22 would probably go to the scene where Hermione and Ron try to get Harry to go to Dumbledore in year 5 #after they find out what Umbridge is doing to him in detention and Harry just. CAN'T. properly explain why he doesn't want to go #but he's thinking about how Dumbledore has ''ignored him since last June'' and it's one of the few times we see him acknowledge that hurts #he mentions it several times throughout the book in his thoughts but that's one of the first times he refuses help from Albus #even though Albus would help him in a heartbeat oh my GOD it's been like 20 years since that book came out and I'm still feral about those #Goblet of Fire #Fleur Delacour #Viktor Krum #pureblood propaganda #and how much I am anti-that lmao #not fireandgold #oh my god having to reformat this every 3 hours because the bolds and italics won't stick is a fucking NIGHTMARE

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