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janesociety · 1 year
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‘tis the damn season
regulus black x muggleborn!reader
type: angst
word count: 1.8k
summary: leaving regulus on boxing day after an explosive (literally) christmas party
warnings: drinking, hate groups (death eaters)
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“Come on, Y/N, you’ll have to face him at some point,” Dorcas said, stroking back your hair from your tear stained face. You sniffed, turning and finally facing her. The sun was barely peeking through the drawn curtains, a sliver of it landing right next to her.
“Sirius was right and I should’ve listened,” you said, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. You were quite sure what he was right about. Maybe it was him telling you to stay away from the group of Slytherins you had been hanging out with, maybe it was when he insisted you not go out with his younger brother, or, possibly, it could’ve been when he warned you against going to a Christmas party at number 12 Grimmauld Place. “I was being stupid.”
“Don’t say that,” she said, sitting up and looking down at you. “Sirius was being an asshole and you couldn’t have known what would happen.”
But you should’ve known, you told yourself. You should’ve known that Regulus’ family would’ve reacted to you the way they did. You should’ve known that a Black family Christmas party would be full of death eaters and sympathizers. But Regulus should’ve known how dangerous bringing you actually was. Regulus should’ve known that leaving you alone to get drunk was a bad idea. He should’ve been the one comforting you now, not his friend who was now having to apologize for the actions of her housemates.
There was a knock at the door and Dorcas got up to answer it. She pulled it open just enough to peak her head out before pulling it open all the way and letting Pandora in. She smiled weakly at you.
“The boys are all having breakfast,” she said, leaning against the post at the end of the bed you were laying. Dorcas resumed her position next to you. “I can have Kreacher bring you something if you’d like.”
“Do they remember anything that went on last night?” Dorcas asked. Pandora bit her lip.
“I don’t think so.”
Regulus, Evan, and Barty decided to get shitfaced along with a few of their other pure blood friends in attendance, making the night even worse for you and the other two in trying to keep them out of trouble. Regulus was fun to be around when he got drunk at parties, not when you needed him to be there for you.
The night was supposed to be great. You knew from Sirius’ warnings that you should’ve managed your expectations better, but you couldn’t help but become excited at the idea of attending a high society party with your close friends and boyfriend. You, Dorcas, and Pandora spent the whole day getting ready- doing each other’s hair and makeup, helping each other into the dress robes you all had picked out days before. You were practically giddy with excitement by the time you made your way downstairs to see Regulus as the party guests began to arrive.
“You look beautiful, mon coeur,” he had told you once you appeared in front of him. You were both too enamored with each other to notice the disapproving looks of the passing blood purist.
The dinner was only moderately uncomfortable- you spent most of your time talking to Pandora, Regulus, and Barty as they were on either side and across from you. You tried to ignore the talk around you of blood status politics.
Even after the dinner when the boys began drinking and you, Dorcas, and Pandora gathered yourselves in a secluded corner, you weren’t exactly miserable yet. It wasn’t Walburga pulled the attention of the crowd by tapping her wand to the side of a metal goblet that your stomach filled with actual dread.
“Ladies and gentlemen, dearest friends, I would like to thank you for coming on this lovely night,” her voice echoed artificially throughout the entire house. “Tonight we celebrate many things, friends and family among those, but most of all, we celebrate unity under the Dark Lord.” Dorcas’ hand instinctively grabbed your arm and you could feel Pandora tense next to you.
“We should find Regulus,” the blonde whispered, discreetly scanning the room for the nearest exit. Walburga continued to ramble on about their mission and blood purity and the Dark Lord- you get the picture.
“I kindly ask all of you to make your way out to the courtyard for a holiday firework display,” Walburga’s voice echoed. You watched Abraxas Malfoy clear his throat from beside her and she quickly shot him one of her deadly looks. “The show was provided to us by the Malfoy family,” she said through gritted, pearl-white teeth.
You, Dorcas, and Pandora began to follow crowds towards the exits, stopping in a corridor just outside the entrance to the back courtyard where people were gathering.
“This way,” Pandora whispered, you and Dorcas trusting her as she led you down a hallway. The grand, arched windows provided enough of a view of the party guests outside that you could look from afar as the light show began. You were distracted with trying to find Regulus’ unruly mop of hair to notice the fireworks until you heard Dorcas gasp. What you saw made your blood run cold.
A glowing dark mark appeared in the sky, the snake slithering out of the skull’s mouth and around the rest of it before bursting into thousands of little beads of light which quickly began to form new shapes.
“They can’t be,” Dorcas said, dumbfounded by the horrendous display in front of her. “Not this outright, not this open.” Being in Slytherin meant she was used to small displays of loyalty to Voldemort, but nothing like this. This was bold, even for the Black family.
“We have to find Regulus,” you whispered, grabbing fistfuls of your dress and walking faster down the hall.
But you hadn’t found Regulus, at least, not until after it was too late. Him, Evan, and Barty were sitting outside on the ground, drunk out of their minds, and laughing at the glowing images in the air. Images of horrible, blood supremacist acts being committed, images of Dumbledore’s head on a stick, images of their beloved school being consumed by snakes coming directly out of the mouth of a dark mark. Reasonably, you knew they didn’t know what they were laughing at. Their eyes probably couldn’t even focus on what was right in front of them, let alone the lights a hundred feet up in the air.
But here you were in tears, at his house, at his family’s party, scared for your actual life, and he was happy and drunk. He wasn’t comforting you, he wasn’t trying to help you leave for the Potters’ through the floo network, he wasn’t doing anything except looking at you with that dopey smile that made you fall for him.
To say you were angry was an understatement. You were heartbroken. You were betrayed. He promised he’d stay by your side the whole night, and then there you were- you and your two friends sneaking through a house full of people who openly wanted you dead. Dorcas and Pandora stayed in the guest room you had been sleeping in that night with you and made sure to lock the door behind them when you got there. You all had trouble falling asleep that night- the horrific images played off as a hopeful firework display still fresh in your mind. And now here you were, crying in your bed because the boy who you defended to your other friends, who you fell in love with, had let you down in such an extreme way.
“There’s a fireplace in the kitchen we can use to go to Cas’ house,” Pandora offered. “I’ve used it before. We’d have to walk past them, that's the only thing.”
You sat up fully, brushing your hair over one shoulder to get it off your neck. “Like you said, Cas, I’ll have to face him at some point.”
You marched through the house, your bag in hand, the portraits that you had done your best to ignore the day before shouting obscenities at you. You didn’t think you could get any more upset, but when you entered the kitchen and Regulus’ face lit up, you could hardly stop your cheeks and neck from burning with- well, you weren’t sure what. It could’ve been anger, shame, flattery, or even sadness. It was probably sadness, you decided.
“Good morning, mon c- hey, what’re doing?” he stood up as you brushed past him, doing your best to avoid looking into his eyes. When his eyes fell to Pandora, she simply shook her head, silently telling him to let you leave. He didn’t listen, of course, he was a Black after all.
“Y/N, wait,” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. You whipped around immediately, pushing his hand off of you. “Wha- what’s wrong?” he asked, shocked at what seemed to him as a sudden change in your mood. You could barely control your emotions as you looked at him. You felt the eyes of everyone in the room on you, making your skin crawl.
“You left me alone,” you muttered, barely loud enough for him to hear. You mentally cursed yourself at the childish sounding complaint.
“What?” he asked, a confused smile playing on his lips. Oh, the once so serious Regulus Black, now thinking everything was some kind of joke. The smile made your face burn- this time you knew from embarrassment- and you turned around again, making your way over to the fire place. “Y/N!” he said again, more sternly. “What’s going on?”
“You left me alone in a house full of people who very vocally want me dead, that’s what’s going on,” you finally exploded. “You left me to watch a firework display of people killing muggles, of people killing muggle-borns, of dark marks so you could party! I spent all night at a party all my friends told me not to go to- but I went anyway because you said it would be fun- listening to grown adults talk about wanting to wipe people like me off the face of the earth. And you weren’t there.”
Regulus stood there, frozen. His memory of the night prior was foggy, but he wouldn’t have done that, would he?
You scoffed at his silence and turned back around to the fireplace. You stepped in, taking a hand full of floo powder in your free hand.
“I’ll see you at your house, Cas,” you said, looking over Regulus’ shoulder. You looked back at him, still in front of you, still frozen. “Merry fucking Christmas, Reg.”
You threw the floo powder.
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darkwitchingflower · 1 year
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10 Harry potter head canons
1) Muggleborns' siblings send them howlers shouting "WHAT TEAM?!" And all the muggleborns in the grand hall shout back "WILDCATS!!!" While all the pure blood kids are proper confused
2) A group of last year Gryffindors taped a meter stick to the spear on their tower just so its taller than the Ravenclaw tower
3) After the battle, hogwarts introduced phones for quick contacts for muggleborns family, the pureblood wizards are always supprised how the new nokia phones their muggleborn friends have, never breaks. Arthur Weasley and his department go on a trip to hogwarts to ask about the phones.
4) After Fred Weasley was tragically killed in the battle, George Weasely wasnt able to look into a mirror for a long time.
5) A month after Freds death, George is helping Molly when she says "Fred could you pass-" she starts to cry from her mistake and apologises. Through his tears George replies "honestly woman, you call yourself our mother."
6) The Ravenclaw common room isnt gender ruled and theres nothing like the stairs turning into a slide like the Gryffindors common room because theyre all quite happy to run to eachothers room at 5am when an idea strikes. However if theres a sign for them to not enter they respect the room owners wish and tell their other friends.
7) Ravenclaws will tell Slytherins the password for the eagle so they can have late night debates that become terrifying, others come along to just to laugh at the fact theyre debating rocking chairs over spinny desk chairs.
8) The Hufflepuff common room has a small corner filled with soft pillows and blankets and if they see anyone there looking sad theyll sit with them until they feel better or fall asleep.
9) There is alot of sass coming from the Ravenclaws towards the eagle door knocker, especially after they spent most of the night at a Gryffindor party.
10) Irish Slytherins start a rumour that st Patrick driving the snakes out of ireland was actually Salazar Slythierin recruting young Slytherins the join hogwarts.
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cherry-pop-elf · 3 months
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Professor-! I think this question is uh um. A little out dated……
And why is that, Mr. Cherry Wood?
Well…..Look who you are talking to.
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atyd1960 · 6 months
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When it’s Lily Evans but she always felt weird and out of place as a child so she associated it with her magical powers but then when she got to Hogwarts and finally met more people like her she learned that she’s not magical enough because she came from a non-magical home. Lily staying up at night with her head swirling with anxiety because everyday the distance between her and the muggle world grew and she had no connections and no family to back her up in the wizarding world so her future depended solely on her, Lily Evans but she she was beating herself up every time she gave a wrong answer in class, every time she didn’t get the highest score, every time she forgot an assignment. Lily Evans but she saw school as her only getaway to a good stable future so she stayed up studying while her friends were being teenagers and developed their personalities and strengthened their friendships, Lily Evans but she cared too much about everything and people didn’t really know how to talk to her because they were scared she’d splash out at them for saying the wrong thing, Lily Evans but she stayed friends with a terrible guy because he was the only one she trusted not to walk away, Lily Evans but she cried every time she saw a picture of her and Petunia before Hogwarts, Lily Evans but she locked herself up inside her room when she was home for the summer while her parents yelled at Petunia for being a bad sister and not rising up to their expectations and not doing well enough in school, Lily Evans but she was so scared to end up like her sister that she cried every time she said the wrong thing and was unkind, that she bottled up her emotions because she was so ashamed of them but ended up splashing out anyway and hating herself even more, Lily Evans but she never forgave herself for her mistakes, Lily Evans but she always missed her sister, Lily Evans but she lost her sister, parents and childhood best friend before the war even began and her life fell apart in the span of three years, Lily Evans but she thought James and his friends were playing some big joke on her every time he asked her out because she didn’t believe a popular guy like him could ever be interested in a plus sized girl like her, Lily Evans but she spent the majority of her life thinking she’s ugly so she sharpened her brain because it was the only good thing about her, Lily Evans but she loved Mary so much and had her heart broken so hard at such a young age, and she never got over the guilt of not being strong enough to carry her and Mary’s love and essentially giving up on them after everything they’ve gone through to get together in the first place , Lily Evans but when she was 16 when the force of her love began to feel like a burden, Lily Evans but she wanted to feel normal and loved so badly that she convinced herself she loved James as more than a friend even tho she wasn’t even into guys, Lily evans but she lost her parents before she even graduated and then had a baby at 20 in the middle of a war with a guy she only began understand what he truly meant to her, Lily but she tried so hard and fought so fiercely for a life she never got to live, Lily Evans but she wasn’t even fully an adult when she gave up her life to save the only thing she had left in this world- her son, whom she never got to hear speaking, never got to see growing.
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cicidarkarts · 3 months
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Blood Defied - 10: Mudblood
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Ominis stood before Cree.
“Pl-please, Ominis,” she said, quivering.
But her voice was drowned out by a sharp, nasty susurration. Generations of Parselmouths envenomed him with their ideals and hatred. The sound formed together in some sort of coherence. It sounded like his mum, hissing in distinguishable parseltongue.
“Put an end to it.”
As if something mad had claimed him, he shoved Cree to the ground. She hit the floor, yelping in terror. He knew she was unarmed. He knew she was helpless against him. The tiniest part of him that begged for this to stop was quashed by his madness.
“Don’t do this,” Cree begged.
He lifted his wand, expecting his voice to call out the Killing Curse. His heart dropped into his churning stomach when his mania forced out,
“Crucio!”
She screamed. It sundered his ears and ravaged his mind. His younger self accompanied her, cacophonous, overwhelming. His lucid part cried out for it to stop. The hissing laughed, sneering and wheezing in its joy. His own lungs expelled a laugh—cackling that turned to uncontrolled and venomous hissing.
When he stopped, Cree panted and sobbed. The static of the curse and smell of tears drenching Cree’s flesh pierced his nostrils.
“Why?” she begged. Generations within him hissed, “Kill her.” “I trusted you, Ominis.”
He struggled against himself. But this was simply how things were. She was nothing to purebloods—to him.
“Shut your mouth, mudblood.”
The word assaulted his tongue. His coherent side pleaded for her to release him from his madness. But that umbral half only held contempt for the helpless mudblood. He lifted his wand. He felt the words bubble up in his chest, ready to spew from him and destroy everything.
“Avada Kedavra!”
Bright green flashed across his blind eyes. Then Cree’s breaths halted. Her silence rang in the air like the tolling of a thunderous bell. Her sobs and voice were gone forever. Her arms would never again hold him tight. And she could no longer reassure him that he was sane.
Ominis jerked awake. Shooting upright chilled his damp and clammy skin. A dream. A nightmare. His lungs burned with heaving breaths. He felt his heart pounding against his bones. Warm tears burned at his eyes and new sweat trickled off his forehead. He still felt that atmosphere—cold and dark and oppressive, swelling in his lungs and fogging his mind. That insane half of him ripped apart his brain, picking out things he was sure rested deep within him; things that prepared to burst forth one day when he least expected it.
Sebastian mumbled from his side of the dorm. “Ominis…? Are you all right?” “Y-yes, I’m fine.” “Actually speaking to me?” he mumbled again with a hoarse voice, stirring as though he sat up. “You sure you're all right?” Ominis sighed and pulled his cover over him. “Come off it.”
He rolled to face the wall. Sebastian groaned softly and collapsed back into bed. After some sheet rustling, the room went quiet again. All that was left was the sloshing of the Black Lake.
Dirt scraped Credence’s legs. Her muscles burned, desperate for respite as she hurried out of the Great Hall. She’d been running for who knows how long, yet she was still going to be late! With her food in hand, she practically tackled the Floo Flame.
Her feet hit hardwood flooring. She panted and looked around the common room entryway. Ominis sat on one of the benches, surrounded by the usual Ravenclaw books and clutter. He held his own plate. A few bites had been taken from it already.
“Credence, where have you been?” he asked. “Sorry,” she said between breaths. “I don’t— Mean to be— So late.” “All right, what insane story do you have for me this time?”
She walked toward him, kicking some of the dirt clumps out of her pant leg. One of his brows cocked in response.
“I was in the Forbidden Forest,” she said. “Uh-huh.” “Looking for pearl moss.” “Right.” “And I fell.” “....” “In a niffler den.”
He paused and she watched a smile forming across his lips, though he tried to push it back down.
“Oh. Well, I’m glad you’re—” He forced away his giggles. “I’m glad you’re okay.” “It was so not funny,” she said, though she was also giggling. “I was stuck for ten minutes!”
She opened up the door and they headed inside.
“And what do you mean I have insane stories?” she demanded. “At least several times a week,” he said, nodding. “You’re exaggerating.” “Don’t you remember the last time?” “Hyperbole.” “It was three days ago.”
He reminded her of the time she’d come into the Great Hall, feet slapping wet against the floor. She’d sat next to him with a loud smack of sodden clothes.
“Why are you all wet?” he’d asked. “Remember that transfer thestral we got? The one that’s been following me everywhere?” “Ashes, yes.” “I had to go out near Lower Hogsfield to get some supplies. When I got there, I realized I also needed some leech juice. Well, those leeches were running from me, I swear. Getting really close to the lake and everything. When I was chasing one, Ashes bowled me over. Right into the lake. I guess he saw me running and wanted to get involved.”
“And you laughed at me then, too!” she said in the present as they headed toward the rooftop. “Oh, let’s not forget that other time just last week, when you came into the Great Hall reeking of dungbombs and swamp water.” “It was the hinkypunks!” “How did you and Regalian get lured in by hinkypunks?” “We were searching for them!” she said, flustered and indignant and dramatic. “They didn’t ‘lure us in’. It’s not that we’re just stupid! Well, maybe Regalian is, but I’m not!” Ominis clutched his sides in laughter. “Okay! Okay, I’m sorry!”
She recounted that day again, having to go into the Forbidden Forest with a sneering and snarky Regalian. By the time they’d found the three escaped hinkypunks, she’d just wanted Regalian to shut up. While arguing and chasing the hinkypunks to catch them, the ground had suddenly disappeared under Credence’s feet. She fell right off an embankment.
The noisome mud of the bog greeted her. Regalian cackled at her for that one. She’d glared at him, belly-first in the muck, eyeing up that small, unsteady outcropping on which he’d stood. She took great pains to ensure Ominis and Sebastian knew that she’d kicked the ground out from under him, which sent Regalian tumbling into the mud.
Ominis was cracking up as they reached the roof. “That one was definitely not funny!” she said, also laughing. “Regalian also smelled so horrible that day, I bet he was bloody pissed!”
He took the lead up the stairs to go at his own pace. As their giggles quieted, they breached the cool air of the rooftop. Outside with them was another Ravenclaw huddled with her Hufflepuff girlfriend on one side of the roof.
Credence and Ominis took the other side. They enjoyed the last bit of warm sun before Christmas as they ate. Right when they finished their plates and got comfortable, a frigid gust of wind blew along the rooftop. Credence nuzzled closer to Ominis. The two girls squealed at the frozen air. They giggled together and jogged back inside. Credence relaxed knowing she and Ominis could talk without interruption.
“Are you signing up for that winter tournament Brattleby wants to hold?” asked Ominis. “Can't. Lucan says I'm not allowed to participate in tournaments with my Protego. It still sometimes can't tell the difference between a friendly competition and an actual threat.” “That's fair,” he agreed. “Too bad. I would've loved to see you participate.” “See me?” He nudged her. “You know what I mean.” “At least I'll get to see you in the tournament, right?” “Yes, I'm already signed up, actually. There’s a surprising amount of participants. I guess they want some excitement before heading home for the holidays.” “I'm guessing you-know-who is in the tournament.” Ominis, despite having never seen it done before, gave her the most impressive eye roll. “You don't have to call him that; he's not a blight, even though he feels like it sometimes. But yes, the bloke with whom I'm not on speaking terms is joining. Wouldn't surprise me to know Garreth is already getting bets on Sebastian winning.” “Have you guys talked about what happened?” “I can't get him to shut up about what happened. He's been pestering me ever since, constantly apologizing.” “Sebastian really doesn't know when to quit,” she said. “Yes, he's under the impression that if he just says sorry enough times that it'll make it all magically disappear. He brings to mind a toddler throwing a fit rather than a sincere adult.” “Yeah, I know. I don't think he really understood what he was doing. I mean, he's so caught up with this Anne thing.” Ominis stiffened and his hand upon her hip grasped her. “He acts like he's the only one being affected by that. We're all hurting over poor Anne. It's been a truly horrible situation. I’d find it admirable he won’t give up, if he wasn't stepping on everyone's toes in the process. But he thinks he knows better than everyone else. Not even the experts at Saint Mungo's know how to help Anne. I'm sorry to say that even I've given up— Oh.” He put his fingertips over his mouth. “Oh, I shouldn't have said that…” “It's okay,” she assured, massaging his deflated shoulders. “It's a hopeless situation. It's okay to feel like you've tried everything and there isn't anything left.” “I feel so awful about it.” “I understand.”
She knew it had to have been weighing on him for a long time. At least as long as the semester if not longer. Ominis so tightly held onto guilt and negative thoughts that she wondered when he'd last remembered good times with Anne and Sebastian.
If she ever thought about her brother, she tried to remember his smile; his excitement (and confusion) about finding out she was a witch. She thought about him telling off one of her schoolmates for making fun of her for being muggle-born. How Kameron promised to keep her safe as war stained their backyard.
If she ever thought about her father, she thought about how he fought for his family. She thought about him twirling her about when her magic schooling letter came in. How her father held all of them tight as bloodshed knocked on their door. Surely, Ominis had similar memories of Anne.
“What's Anne like? she asked. “I've only heard a little.” “Oh, she's great,” said Ominis, a soft smile upon his lips. “She's always so energetic. It was usually Anne coming up with pranks and silly stories. She's really intelligent, even though her humor is like a twelve year old boy's. I think she does that to appear less smart than she actually is, but she's hilarious. Between her and Sebastian, I've never laughed so hard in my life.” “She sounds wonderful, Ominis.” “Yes, she is.”
Credence tried to keep her smile up but there was a little twinge in her gut. That couldn't possibly be—jealousy? The moment the realization hit her she tried to beat the beast back into the recesses of her mind. Ominis brushed his hand over her knee, getting her out of her thoughts.
"Thank you for listening,” he said. “You're the only one who does. Sebastian is so wrapped up in his own life, and Anne… Well, I haven't spoken to her ever since she fell ill, I'm afraid.” “Why not?” “I just… Can't bear to see her like that. Then my worst fears will come true—I'll know for sure that she'll be gone soon. Her and Sebastian were the only people who didn’t judge me for being a Gaunt, before you came along.” “I bet Anne would love to see you again.” He sighed and frowned deeply. “I know. It's so selfish of me.” Credence put her arms around him and held him close. “You need to do what's best for you. If seeing Anne is too much—” “I should see her anyway.” “I'll support whatever you want to do, Ominis.” This eased his frown. “Thank you, Cree. Would you come with me if I went to see Anne? I feel like I'll need you there.” “Of course. You and Sebastian just let me know when.” His face went quite cold, frown returning with a vengeance. “Right. Sebastian. I'm sure he'll be there as well. If there's ever an opportunity to get up to Feldcroft and see Anne, he takes it.” “Well, better to face him in that Crossed Wands tournament first, right?” “I plan to.”
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aesthetic--mood · 1 year
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Hermione Granger Aesthetic
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insomniaruler · 2 years
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Imagine a muggle born student getting angry because there are no other classes besides magic.
“Okay one more question where’s stuff like math and science?”
“excuse me? There isn’t any??? Jesus Christ this is why you’re all still fucking medieval. Can women vote?”
“No! Not muggle studies I know how to use a fucking toaster, and don’t need lessons!”
They start a club, “STEM, and other muggle subjects that are not taught at this fucking school. Or STEM,AOMSTANTATFS! get family to send them school work, set up foot ball games, and use the room of requirement as a movie theatre.
Or muggle borns learning their subjects over the summer so they can still function in muggle society
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cats-and-anime-789 · 2 years
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A Muggleborn student brings a giant fluffy bean bag chair and just leaves it in the common room. Several more are ordered to reduce fights over dibs on the chairs.
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Ok question of the day that I wanted to ask since forever
Who came first ? The Muggle-born or the Squib ?
Who was there first ? Muggles or wizards ? Because if it is the former, why would Purebloods despise them so much since every wizard would have muggle blood in their vein ? Would Purebloods even exist ? And if it is the latter, how did Muggles outnumbered the wizards ? How did they forget the existence of magic ?
So much questions...
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Tacenda - Chapter 17 Snippet
Eleanor grabs a book and settles down as Liv has her nap. Joe left just before their parents and intends on spending the entire night at Ben’s so Eleanor has the entire house to herself.
Blissful peace.
She’s lost in the plot when she hears muttering outside. She lowers her book furrowing her brow, the noise stops and she starts to read again assuming it was just someone in their garden.
She gets through a page and a half when she hears scuffling.
Eleanor bookmarks her page before walking to her bedroom window and looking outside. She freezes seeing a tall dark-haired figure in a cloak climbing up the tree by her bedroom window.
She quickly pulls her window open to throw something at the person when they turn their face towards her.
“Theo?” She asks her mouth falling open in surprise.
Thank God she sleeps at the back of the house.
“Um, yeah.” He states, clinging to the tree tightly. “Maybe you should keep your voice down. It’s probably best your brother doesn’t know I’m here.”
Eleanor blinks at him. Had she gone into a food coma? That happens at Christmas right?
“Why are you here?”
“Maybe we could talk about that once I’m inside.” He says adjusting his grip slightly, he seems to be struggling. “Any chance you could give me a hand?”
Eleanor lets her eyes travel over him before realising how high up he is from the ground.
“Oh fuck, hurry up and get in.” She gasps reaching out of the window and holding her hand towards him.
He reaches out using her to stabilise himself before placing his foot on her windowsill. Thank God the tree is so close to her room.
“On 3.” He says.
“What?”
“1, 2, 3.” On 3 he kicks himself away from the tree and towards her, Eleanor lets out a startled scream as he flies through her window and knocks her backwards.
They land on the floor Eleanor letting out a gasp as her head hits the carpet, Theo landing full force on top of her.
He manages to put his arms out preventing most of his weight from landing on her but they’re still tangled together on the floor.
“What was that?” Eleanor cries out, rubbing the back of her head.
Why did he do that? Why was he even there? Why did he climb a tree?
“Shh.” He hushes her, his eyes darting to her door. “Someone might here.”
Eleanor lets out an annoyed grunt as she tries to move.
“No one’s here.” She tells him.
“What?” He looks down at her, his eyes full of surprise. They’re truly mesmerising. “So I didn’t have to climb up a tree?”
“No you didn’t have to climb up a tree. We have a front door you know.”
“I didn’t want anyone to see me.”
“Yes because climbing a tree is so inconspicuous, we have neighbours you know. One’s who aren’t accustomed to seeing people in cloaks or teenage boys climbing into my bedroom window.”
Theo smirks down at her. “I’d hope not. Glad I’ve got to be another of your firsts.”
Eleanor shoots him an annoyed look giving him a shove to get him off her.
Theo goes back willingly, seeming surprised at how he’s lying on top of her.
“Why are you here?” She asks sitting up and wincing at a pain that shoots across her backside.
Theo looks at the floor his face falling into a melancholy expression.
“I just needed a breather.” He says bringing his knees up to his chest.
Eleanor watches him for a second. “Theo, are you okay?”
Theo turns to look at her his lips pressed into a tight line.
He takes a shaky breath before answering. “I’m sure I will be.”
“Oh Theo.” Eleanor says shuffling towards him and placing her hand on his knee.
Theo stares at it with a strange expression, like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.
Eleanor goes to ask him what’s wrong when she hears Liv start to cry.
Damn it, she forgot she was babysitting.
“What is that?” Theo asks looking towards her door with a horrified expression.
Eleanor clambers to her feet rubbing her backside as the movement sends another wave of pain across her bum.
“My little sister… are you staring at my bum?” She asks shocked as she notices Theo watching the movement of her hand.
His eyes widen shooting to her face.
“No.” He says quickly before his face pulls into a cocky smirk. “I could help though if you like.”
Eleanor rolls her eyes as Liv lets out another cry. She quickly turns making her way towards Liv’s room.
She picks Liv up holding her close, comforting her as she kisses away her little tears.
“I’m sorry sweetie, was it scary waking up alone?” She coos walking back into her own room.
Theo is stood by her bookshelf examining the contents, he quickly looks up as she enters carrying Liv his eyes widening.
“What’s the matter?” Eleanor asks. “Never seen a baby before?”
Theo shakes his head. “Can’t say that I have.”
Eleanor watches Theo’s reaction as Liv buries her face in Eleanor’s jumper.
“Come here then.” She says walking over to her bed.
She settles herself down cuddling Liv, who’s no longer crying.
Theo watches them anxiously.
“She won’t bite.” Eleanor laughs. “She’s only got about 4 teeth anyway.”
Theo eyes Liv dubiously before walking over and sitting down beside Eleanor.
Eleanor holds Liv so Theo can see her.
“Oliva this is Theo, Theo this is my little sister Liv.” Eleanor says making Liv giggle before babbling utter nonsense.
Theo raises an eyebrow. “Um pleasure to meet you. Can she understand me?”
Eleanor shrugs. “I think so but she doesn’t really understand what things mean at the same time. Like she knows us and she cries for mum and dad. She knows her bottle and her favourite toys but she wouldn’t know about things like clothes, she doesn’t care you’re wearing a cloak, same as she wouldn’t care if you were naked.”
Theo gives Eleanor a startled look before smirking.
“Is that you trying to get me naked Eleanor?” He teases.
“Oh piss off.” She states making him snigger.
“I’m just teasing. Although you’d only have to ask.”
What does that mean?
Liv starts to grumble.
“I don’t think she likes your jokes.” Eleanor tells Theo as Liv grumbles again, pressing her fist into her mouth.
“Sorry.” Theo quickly apologises.
Eleanor chuckles resting Liv against her shoulder.
“She’s just hungry, come on I need to make her a bottle.” She says scooting off the bed and walking towards the landing.
Theo waits a moment before following after her, he stares at them both curiously.
Eleanor bounces a grumpy Liv as she puts the kettle on and start to pull out what she needs. Theo watching her with fascination.
Once the kettle has boiled she turns to Theo.
“Could you hold her for a minute? Just whilst I use the hot water.” She asks.
Theo looks petrified but nods silently all the same. Eleanor smiles at how cute it is he’s scared of her tiny little sister.
“Here.” She hand Liv over, adjusting Theo’s grasp. He gives her a scared glance before looking down at Liv who’s staring at him wide eyed.
They stare at each other silently before Liv bursts into loud giggles.
Theo lets out a startled laugh. “Hi.” He says in a shocked tone.
“She likes you.” Eleanor states mixing the baby formula.
Theo grins as he bounces Eleanor lightly.
“I like her.” He says.
Eleanor grins at him before focusing on the formula again.
As soon as the bottle’s made she walks back to her room, Theo following slowly with Liv. Obviously scared of dropping her.
She smiles as he sits beside her on the bed still cuddling Liv to his chest.
“Do you want to feed her?” Eleanor asks.
Theo looks at her with a horrified expression. “I wouldn’t know what to do.”
“It’s easy.” Eleanor states putting the bottle on her side table. “Turn her like this, that’s it. then put this muslin across her, hold the bottle like this. Perfect. Now just hold it and she’ll do the rest.”
Theo watches with wide eyes as Liv drinks the bottle, her little fingers wrapping around Theo’s that hold the bottle.
“This is nice.” He mumbles. Eleanor nods watching them.
“I enjoy it.”
Theo gives her a quick smile before turning back to Liv.
“She looks like you.” He states.
Eleanor startles at that she looks down at Liv, she supposes they do look alike. They have the same shaped face and strawberry blonde hair.
“Except for the eyes.” Theo continues. “Her eyes are brown, yours are sky blue.”
Eleanor freezes hearing that. She never thought Theo would know what colour her eyes are.
“I suppose.” Eleanor replies.
“No suppose about it.” Theo continues. Liv turns her head away from the bottle and Theo instantly panics.
“Did I do something wrong?” He asks.
Eleanor shakes her head taking the bottle from him. “No, she’s just full. She only has one bottle a day now, two if she gets hungry at night we’re trying to get her off them completely and onto just solid food but it’s good for nutrients or something.”
“Right.” Theo nods though Eleanor has a feeling he doesn’t have a clue what she’s on about.
“You know she might need winding.” Eleanor says. “She’s pretty old but sometimes she struggles with getting her own wind up still.”
“What’s that?” He asks.
“It’s just getting the air she swallowed with the milk up, she can do it herself usually but not always. If you put her on your shoulder like this, yep and then pat her back gently. Harder than that. Perfect. Don’t be surprised if she burps, that’s the goal.” Eleanor tells him.
Theo continues to wind Liv giving her a startled look. Eleanor giggles, not only at Theo’s reaction but also the surrealness of it all.
Theo Nott is in her bedroom winding her baby sister. What is happening in the world.
To make things even better Liv not only burps but is sick down Theo’s back.
Eleanor gasps, her eyes widening at the pure white baby vomit traveling down Theo’s black cloak and possible soaking into his suit underneath.
“What was that?” He asks.
Eleanor reaches forward taking Liv from him.
“I’m sorry but she was a little bit sick on you.” She cringes.
Theo strains his head back trying to see, pulling a disgusted face before gagging.
Eleanor can’t contain her laughter.
“Eleanor this isn’t funny.” Theo complains.
Eleanor snorts. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just be thankful it didn’t come out of the other end.” She states.
“What?” Theo asks in horror.
Eleanor giggles again. “It happens. Hang on I’ll get you some of Joe’s clothes and I’ll put yours in a wash.” She states placing Liv on her bed. “Watch Liv for me.”
She quickly runs out of the room hearing Theo talking to Liv as she goes.
“Don’t laugh, this is your fault.”
She smiles at the stupidity and cuteness of it.
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gems from the past pt...8?
(i think i'm losing track lol)
So, I’ve been going through pinterest and I found numerous old (3-10 years ago) tumblr hp-related posts on it, so I’ll be sharing one of those posts once a week (or once a fortnight). because they’re still so iconic. or poignant. or dumb. or something very dear to me which i hope will forever go down in the history of the most iconic hp tumblr posts of all time-
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yumeurl · 1 month
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i love toms thought process like the guy just gets tunnel visioned alot. starts petrifying and even killing muggleborns and he just doesnt realize that the school will be shut down for the danger and incompetence and he will have to stay at his orphanage again. dont make him watch any series his hyperfixation will be detrimental to everyone involved including himself
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becky5203 · 2 months
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I know JKR is a terrible person and you won’t catch me defending her but making Harry’s best friends mirrors of his dead parents was a galaxy brained move if ever there was one.
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whoopsiesnodaisies · 9 months
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Hate to say it, but I am a Severus Snape hater
I've had a crush on my friends, and they dated someone I didn't approve of... but I never called my friend a slur cause of it
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kayrma · 1 year
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no way i'm going through the jily tag and being bombarded by jegulus posts when i literally have jegulus blacklisted i fucking hate this new wave of marauders teenagers
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dreamcubed · 1 year
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i forgot that you existed | harry potter x reader
song; i forgot that you existed [taylor swift] pairing; harry potter x gender neutral!muggle-born!reader genre; ex-lovers, light angst, bittersweet word count; 1k timeline; post-second wizarding war warnings; references to war summary; it's quite difficult to forget your ex when he's the infamous boy who lived, but somehow, some way, you were finally getting there
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"it isn't love, it isn't hate. it's just indifference."
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The Boy Who Lived was not a name you could escape in the wizarding world, no matter where you went or who you associated with. Especially after Voldemort's demise, his name popped up everywhere, since he was the one responsible. And, obviously, you would always respect and appreciate what the famous Harry Potter had done for everyone - muggles included.
But for so long had his name left a bad taste in your mouth.
It wasn't something that could be helped really: he was your ex-boyfriend, but not only that. He was your first love as well, so despite the fact you broke up on amicable terms, your heart ached to think of him. For years, you had put on a brave face when people mentioned him - friends careful to tiptoe around the subject, strangers oblivious to your history with the boy.
In a way, you had been forced into exposure therapy, which was certainly one way to get over someone. And it may have taken an awfully long time, but now, four years after your break up, you could safely say that you were at peace with the past.
Which is why it didn't hurt to bump into him in the bakery in Diagon Alley.
"Y/N?" his voice caught you by surprise, making you look up from the selection of sweet treats.
You were going to run into him sooner or later: after all, there weren't many wizard-only places. You were just relieved it was more on the later side.
"Harry," you smiled at him, "How have you been?"
Smiling at him felt foreign when you thought about the nights you spent crying through snot and sobs trying to get over him.
"Yeah, I've been good. I finally know peace," he chuckled awkwardly, "How have you been?"
"Good," the fact you were being honest warmed your own heart, "Yeah, I'm working at Mungo's now."
"Just like you always wanted to?"
You hummed, "You're an auror now, right?"
"Yeah, well, training to be one," he said, "Guess we're both where we wanted to be."
You gave a small grin to that sentiment, "How are the Weasleys? Hermione?"
"They're good, yeah, they're all good. Hermione and Ron are together, if you didn't know."
"Unlikely pair," you commented, thinking of your old friends. Your friendship with them had faded after you purposely distanced yourself to get over Harry.
"Yeah, quite."
"And you? How's your love life?" you ventured to ask.
"I'm with Ginny."
It didn't hurt to hear that, and that alone made you smile, "You suit each other." You meant it.
"Are you seeing anyone?"
You shook your head, "Too busy with work at the minute. It would be a bad idea to start anything now."
"Well, I hope you find someone deserving of you."
"Thank you, Harry, I hope everything between you and Ginny works out."
"Yeah, me too."
You stared at each other for a few moments, before you sighed gently and said, "Right, I should get going," you turned back to the counter and quickly made a decision about the pastry you wanted.
"Yeah, of course," Harry said as you moved towards the till, "I'll see you around, yeah?"
You nodded, "It's a small world, after all. Take care, Harry."
"You too, Y/N."
And then he was gone.
"You seem quite familiar with the Boy Who Lived," the bakery owner, who was accustomed to you as a regular, stated.
You shrugged, "We went to school together. Dated for a couple years, actually."
"Oh?"
You chuckled, "It's in the past, though. I hardly know him anymore. Truthfully, I forget he exists sometimes."
"How? He's so famous."
"It took an incredible amount of self-work, Aggie."
"Then have today's pastry on the house, in honour of such an impressive feat."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course."
You beamed, "Thank you, Aggie. See you tomorrow."
"Take care!"
"You too!"
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As you entered the renowned wizarding hospital for the sick and injured, pastry in hand, you smiled a greeting at all your co-workers as you passed them. Not too long ago, the place had been overcrowded with war survivors, hurt in all sorts of ways. A few of them still remained (mostly the mentally scarred beyond repair ones), but as a whole the doctors, surgeons, nurses, potion masters, physiotherapists, etc. had managed to heal the vast majority of war patients. You hadn't worked here then, but due to your dreams of being a witch doctor, you had been one of the key medical aids at the Battle of Hogwarts. That experience had helped you secure a spot in Mungo's apprenticeship program.
And, you supposed, the defeat of Voldemort and the death eaters was one thing you would always have to thank your ex-boyfriend for. Without that, not only would you live in fear and desolation, but your life at Mungo's would be a hell of a lot more miserable. That would be if the death eaters even allowed muggle-borns to hold down a job in the wizarding world (let alone live).
So, no, you weren't angry at Harry Potter by any means. You still were sometimes saddened with regret and the possibility of what could have been, but not to the point of tears - not anymore. Harry Potter was simply a more significant part of your backstory than other people's. You didn't hate him, but you didn't love him.
And, as you changed into your scrubs, washed your hands, and headed in the direction of your first patient, you found yourself flustering at the warm smile that an attractive co-worker gave you on the way. The same way you flustered at Harry Potter all those years ago, but didn't today.
Because your interaction with the Boy Who Lived was... well, it wasn't love, it wasn't hate. It was just indifference.
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written; 10/04/2023 —> 15/04/2023 published; 16/04/2023 edited; —/—/——
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