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camelliacats · 10 months

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not for all the gifts in the world

Having some feels with an old ship off the pro Quidditch pitch~ ;)

Fic: "not for all the gifts in the world" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Angelina Johnson/Lucius Malfoy, with cameos from Alicia Spinnet & an OC

Rating: K+

Words: ~1,530

Additional info: romance, angst, Next Gen era, 3rd person POV

Summary: Angelina Johnson, ace of the Ballycastle Bats, has a secret admirer. But that's all he'll ever be. She swears.

She's used to having her share of fans. Being around the Weasley twins and Lee, Angelina can rebuff the best of them with a smile one second and slide into an easy joke with her mates the next.

But it's different, having fans and playing in front of people, in a world that's still rebuilding.

The stands aren't full to capacity the way they were back when she longed to turn pro. People come for the spectacle, of course, and the most diehard of fans will cheer as though Dark forces didn't almost win several years ago. But the living, breathing thing that is the crowd just isn't the same.

The permanence of change surrounds Angelina, no matter how far she flies.

It irks her, how those around her go with the flow and aren't bothered in the same way. Alicia debates reconsidering the Quidditch life, since she's still a reserve, and even Katie puts aside these same ambitions, but that's easy enough to guess why, since Fred narrowly escaped death with the castle crumbling around him and George in the war. Katie used to be one of Angelina's and Alicia's primary fans, but she's a rare sight these days, trading off with Lee, assisting Verity in the shop with looking after the twins.

The reminder of the twins, with a renewed bond no one can come between, makes Angelina tug harder than necessary on her gloves, and she winces as the motion yanks on her wrists uncomfortably.

"Watch out there," Alicia warns from the locker beside hers. The shorter woman pauses changing out of her Ballycastle uniform. "You're wearing quite the dour look after flying one of the best games in your life, you know."

Angelina cocks her head to one side, because Alicia's exaggeration hardly warrants comment. Staying steady on one's broom during a downpour is a basic skill, as far as Angelina's concerned.

A knock at the locker-room door alerts them to the presence of one of their team's Beaters, Kolchak. She grins from ear to ear while carrying a gigantic box under her arm. "You've got another one, Johnson."

Angelina holds out her hand, ignoring Alicia's gape and Kolchak's feline curiosity. The box weighs the same as a Quaffle, and she undoes the bow and tears at the paper while Alicia stares.

"I can't believe this is still going on! A secret admirer—and you don't care? The coaches don't care?"

Kolchak shushes her. "Of course the coaches care. Why do you think I wasn't here sooner? They were busy checking it over, using all sorts of Scanning Spells and some such. They take anonymous gifts seriously, even seven years after the war."

Angelina opens her mouth—but stops short of correcting them. Instead, she runs her fingers over the bonbons and picks one up to try. They're filled with treacle tart and dusted with a red powder. "Fizzlesticks," Angelina mumbles around a bite.

"What'd you say?" Alicia furrows her brow.

"These are special-made," Angelina says, "from a place in Belgium. They dust these with crushed, homegrown Fizzlesticks." With every word she speaks, the tingle on her lips intensifies but pleasantly. By the time the chocolate-and-treacle mixture melts away on her tongue, the tingling sensation fades.

She doesn't have to look up to witness the expression the other two witches exchange above her head. "Fancy chocolates and flowers," Alicia comments. "And you don't want to meet your secret admirer?"

Angelina eats a second bonbon and shrugs. Then she changes out of her uniform and hits the showers, leaving those two behind her to gossip. She breezes through the task and dresses in denims and a worn but loved rouge blouse before pulling her cloak on. "See you next practice, guys," Angelina says by way of parting, and she slips the box of bonbons into her Expanded rucksack before exiting.

The rain's let up, so Angelina doesn't bother with a charm to send the drizzle away. She passes the coaches on her way through the pitch and to the main exit—they check with her that she received her mystery gift and Kolchak didn't open it for her—and Angelina nearly makes it past the ticket booth, home free.

Then she notices the disruption in the rain up ahead, to the right, and catches sight of his shoulder. She almost smirks, because of course he can't be caught in today's weather.

"You knew what today's conditions would be," Angelina pipes up, sidling up to him on his left. The drizzle is a drizzle, yes, but a few minutes of it do begin to weigh her locs, and she pushes away a stray one clinging to her cheek. She takes a step closer, falling under his Repelling Charm. "Lucius."

Lucius peers down at her—not by much, since Angelina nearly matches him in height. But his lips are a straight line until he raises one amused eyebrow. "Indeed I did. However, as a dedicated Ballycastle enthusiast…"

She grins. For a man who committed crimes but did his time and testimonies, Lucius Malfoy is a man of simple pleasures. And, amidst all the change in life (her future with Fred shot down, her friends mostly wandering far and not sticking close, his ex-wife and son cutting all ties, the Ministry thankful for his obedience but done with him all the same), Lucius' attendance at Ballycastle Bats matches has been the one constant these last few years.

Well, that and—as of a year and a half ago—the gifts.

"The bonbons are delicious, by the way," she remarks.

"As I insisted they were when I brought Maierwells up at our last meal. They put Honeydukes to shame," Lucius huffs. He begins walking, knowing Angelina will fall into step.

She does with a shrug. "Yeah, well, us common folk don't hop around from country to country, usually, even with magic in our pocket." Angelina sighs. "…the thought's nice, though."

They walk for two minutes, far enough from the pitch to Disapparate. But, when they come to a stop, Lucius turns to face her. "I take it my proposal's no longer under consideration, then?" And perhaps it's a trick of the overcast light, but his eyes are heavy with disappointment when he asks what they both know is all but a rhetorical question.

Angelina adjusts the straps of her bag over her shoulder, the bonbons weighing her down—much like all the gifts before. Because Alicia's right and wrong, really. It's flowers and chocolates. And sometimes it's been a rare Quidditch collectible or nice gear. Once it was jewelry, but Angelina opened the box and shut it just as quickly and shoved it back into Lucius' hands months ago. So today it's bonbons.

But last week was a bouquet of deeply pink peony buds, plump and saturated and colorful like mulberries, and they came with a note: By the time these bloom, you'll be ready to accept me.

Angelina frowns and stares into his eyes for a heartbeat before lowering her gaze. Her eyes land on the fluffy collar of his cloak (always something exotic with these Malfoys—is that mink? No, too red, maybe something else, like fox or marten), and then Angelina glances at her own ensemble…something she could never picture a Malfoy in, something she can't ever picture being allowed into Malfoy Manor.

Dinner is one thing. Dinner can be had, with a fan.

So she shakes her head. "Things are better like this. I prefer them this way," she says. Unchanged, she doesn't add.

Lucius rolls his jaw, souring on the thought but accepting it surprisingly well. He turns away and gives her a curt nod. "I see." He nods a second time and takes a step away from her, taking his magic with him. "Good luck on your next match, Miss Johnson," he bids her, and with a POP he vanishes in the blink of an eye.

The drizzle kisses her skin once more, and Angelina frowns where Lucius had been a moment ago. "So, back to 'Miss Johnson' after all these years…," she murmurs. And yet it's no surprise, because she knows she couldn't give him the answer he wants.

After all, the flowers were never going to bloom, not when they were shriveling up and rotting away just days after she received them.

Still, Angelina wonders when she Disapparates from the pitch and heads home. She wonders what things might've been like if she hadn't left Lucius merely a fan, just another rebuffed name on her list…

At home, she sinks into her lumpy sofa and pulls the bonbons from her bag. She lifts another to her lips but doesn't take a bite, instead choosing to observe the red dust on top. Angelina presses the bonbon to her lips, and the Fizzlesticks' sensation returns, but the tingling sensation skitters down to her arms, and she thinks of Lucius.

Kissing him—kissing him might be just like tasting Fizzlesticks powder.

(But, in time, the desire to know what he tastes like fades, much as the flavors melt away into nothing. And Angelina moves on to more important things, like disposing of the dead flowers sitting on her kitchen sill.)

Done for the If You Dare Challenge (for prompt #215: mink) in the HPFC forum on FFN. OH, MAN. I've not written Angecius in…more than a decade, oops. But I had a hankering, and I got inspiration from peonies we had in our house recently; bought as blooms that legit just never opened up, that simply died on us. I've a long-running hc Ange becomes a Ballycastle Bat and have written about it here and there, but funnily enough writing this reminded me a little of the vibe Louis and Draco give me in all my Loucos from yesteryear (a whole series, but starts with "Tomorrow Still Comes"). Here, tho, Ange sticking to her desire to maintain the status quo, while still upset at all the change around her and how certain of it affected her… I feel a bit for Lucius, bc I like this pining side of him. But idk, I like the tone of this piece and the thread with the bonbons. Btw, the peonies aren't a random inclusion, either; in the language of flowers, the peony can mean a very deep or passionate love (esp when a deep pink/red; respect or adoration/admiration when more purple), so Lucius was being quite earnest here, a broken man hiding a little behind some aspects of his old personality (the extravagant gifts, the haughtiness) but still trying to make a grab for smthg/someone he desires. GAH. Will I ever write a happy Angecius? WILL I? Who knows. *says the girl who adores Daphcius, so ummm*

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

#hp #harry potter #angecius #angelina johnson #lucius malfoy #<2500 #romance #angst #next gen era #rated: PG #3rd POV

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caramelapplesauce · 1 year

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oh any of you want to send me random scenarios, i would totally try and write how they play out in my head!

#key word is try #but it sounds fun #so go ahead #writing #writing prompts #mostly marauders #marauders era #the marauders #hp fandom #hp marauders #or next gen era #next gen era #just ranting

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missesmckinnon · 9 months

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Regulus: I hate you.

James: You want me so bad.

Draco: I hate you.

Harry: You want me so bad.

Scorpius: Yay, besties!

Albus: :D

Scorpius:

Albus:

Scorpius:

Albus: You want me so bad.

Scorpius: I want you so bad.

#harry potter #marauders #marauders era #incorrect marauders quotes #incorrect harry potter quotes #next gen #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #draco malfoy #harry james potter #drarry #scorpius malfoy #albus severus potter #scorbus

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itsalltaken · 2 years

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#harry potter oneshot #James sirius potter oneshot #James sirius potter #James sirius x reader oneshot #James sirius x y/n #hogwarts #fluff #angst #next gen era

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thetorturedpoetsfest · 7 days

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We're super excited to announce The Tortured Poets Fest, a Harry Potter themed fest centered around Taylor Swift's newest album! ✨

Calling all writers, artists, and video editors! Below are important dates, rules, and information you'll need to know if you'd like to join in with us. This fest is focused on The Tortured Poets Department — Taylor Swift's newest full-length album released on April 19, 2024.

This fest is open to ALL Harry Potter generations including Marauders, Golden Era, and Next Gen. All pairings are welcome!

We've also created a little community of participants on Discord to help with round tabling and creativity. We'd love if you joined us! This is an 18+ only fest.

⚡️ Timeline

Sign-Ups Open: April 22, 2024

Sign-Ups Close: May 20, 2024

Submissions Due: June 24, 2024

Posting Begins: July 1, 2024

🌙 Sign-Ups & Claiming

You must complete the Google Form for your sign-up as well as claim your choice of prompt on the AO3 collection.

You may only claim one prompt at a time. If you finish your prompt, you may claim an additional prompt, but you must submit your first prompt as per submission guidelines.

One song prompt can be claimed by multiple people (it's not first come, first serve). You can use a song in any way you like for inspiration — title, lyrics, vibes… You do not need to title your work after the song or use lyrics in any way if you don’t want to.

Collaborations are welcome! Collabs can be illustrated fics, multi-writer fics, multi-artist artworks, etc.

✨ Creating

All ships from all generations are welcome (Marauders, Golden Era, and Next Gen). This is not a ship-specific or generation-specific fest.

There is a minimum word count of 1,000 words for all submitted fics. For podfics, the recorded story should be a minimum of 1,000 words. There is no maximum for either fics or podfics.

Multi-chapter fics are allowed, but you must finish the first chapter of the fic by the submission deadline.

All works must be tagged appropriately! In light of the mental health topics alive and real in this album, please consider yourself, your fellow participants, and your readers when discussing any themes on mental health in your works.

🏛️ Posting

Posting will begin on July 1, 2024, and the schedule will not be publicly released.

If you have any questions, please feel free to drop us an ask!

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messervixen · 9 months

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A few years ago I read this really weird fic. It was endgame Jily so I was really excited about it but then they DIED. And everyone thought Sirius was responsible so he went to jail even though we all know Sirius and James are too codependent for Sirius to have helped in his murder.

Marlene and Mary are mentioned maybe twice, Jegulus never happens and you think that there’s Wolfstar but this Sirius gets killed by BELLATRIX and like a year later Remus marries Andromeda’s daughter! That was weird.

Dorcas, Pandora, and Evan are only briefly mentioned too. That means that there’s no Dorlene which was a nightmare. They let Snape be a teacher which was a horrible idea. Also Regulus is literally drowned and then completely forgotten about which was wild.

Barty is actually in it a bit but most of that is while he’s using poly juice to look like mad-eye? Like babes that’s the guy who killed your bf what were you thinking? Also Barty is mildly evil and kills his dad and he also helps torture Alice and Frank into insanity. So yeah.

It was a next gen fic so the main character was James and Lily’s son.

Overall it was just a bit of a stretch for me

Also Peter was evil.

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trashland-llamas · 2 years

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Main headcanon I have regarding Drastoria is that they have a relationship akin to Gomez & Morticia Addams. In that Draco thinks the world of Astoria to the point he would kill for her, but doesn’t. Simply because she doesn’t want him to. And in terms of their kids, Draco acts in a ‘i can tolerate x, but I draw the line at y’ manner. Where it’s something you weren’t expecting so the kiddos are like ‘dad’s going to be so disappointed in me.’ And it ends in more of a ‘heh’ response. ‘Like I can tolerate you being a Gryffindor, but I draw the line at my kid being bad in potions,’ for example.

And Astoria is definitely the type of person where she tells the lamest jokes, worse than dad jokes. Ones Draco refuses to laugh at, but she knows he finds her funny because of the small smile resting on his face. Besides she’ll just laugh enough for the two of them. But when he does laugh, it’s one of those where the person runs out of air and turns into a sprinkler.

Astoria also goes above and beyond for accomplishments because of how a lot of the Sacred 28 parents tended to only criticize and look for flaws within their kids. Only viewing them as pawns for Voldemort’s reign. The only tradition they keep is Narcissa passing down her wedding ring to Draco. Astoria instead of wearing it, keeps it in a jewelry box until Scorpius gets married, Draco taking it upon himself to take up that mantle if she passes before the time.

#drastoria #draco malfoy #astoria greengrass #narcissa malfoy #scorpius malfoy #draco x astoria #draco malfoy x astoria greengrass #golden trio era #next gen era #hp series #harry potter series #sacred 28

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myadmiringmind · 1 year

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𝖧𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖴𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

Main Masterlist

Hogwarts Founders

Ilvermorny Masterlist

Beauxbatons Masterlist

Fleur Delacour Masterlist

Lightning Era Masterlist

Anscestors Era Masterlist

Marauders Era Masterlist

Next Gen Era Masterlist

|PICTURES DO NOT BELONG TO ME|

#harry potter #harry potter universe #harry potter fluff #hufflepuff #beauxbatons #ilvermony sorting #ilvermony school of witchcraft and wizardry #ilvermorny #hogwarts founders #the marauders fluff #the marauders headcanon #the marauders era #the marauders #anscestors era #next gen era

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camelliacats · 2 years

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a (near) change of heart

A bonus entry in the Stranger series. :D (Call it #2.5! XD)

Fic: "a (near) change of heart" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: established!Fenrir Greyback/Eloise Midgen

Rating: K+

Words: ~1,500

Additional info: romance, cross gen, AU fic, sequential, Next Gen era, 3rd person POV

Summary: While living their life on the run, Eloise brings up the topic of Dark magic. Fenrir has his own opinions.

He could smell the rain coming before the first drops fell from the stone-colored sky. When the drizzle began, though, it noticeably hit Eloise's barriers as she walked the perimeter of their newest, small encampment in the opposite direction from him. But then the rain passed through as her magic took hold and the wards held, invisible shields to guard them so that they might catch their breaths.

"There's still such a chill in the air," Eloise mumbled as she joined Fenrir at his side and drew her cloak's hood up.

"Because it's barely spring," Fenrir huffed. "The final snow was last week."

She frowned but didn't argue further. Instead, she cast a Drying Charm as well as a Repelling Charm to keep the rain off them, and she mustered a smile for him when Fenrir reached for her cheek, wiping a stray droplet there.

The sight gave him pause, and Fenrir idled there with her for an extra heartbeat. He'd growled at her countless times before, that a life on the run was his life, that she couldn't possibly keep up…yet, here she was, still here and still smiling. They'd been on the run together for near three weeks after their close-call with the young werewolf wildling in that village not far from her home. They'd made camp five times now, amidst various backdrops and slightly warming weather.

But changing weather was nothing in the face of changing seasons and settings—countries, if they kept with his plans. Fenrir would be impressed, truly, if Eloise made it to a month with him in this world outside her cottage.

On that thought, Fenrir broke away from her and scanned the thin trees around them. "Time to hunt."

Eloise caught his arm just as he turned to bound away. "Fenrir, wait!"

He stared at her, halfway to a scowl.

"It's just—we're not far from a main road into town."

"Which is precisely why we'll move again in the morning."

"I meant"—she settled him with a stern gaze and pursed lips—"try not to enjoy yourself too much tonight."

As if he needed to be told! Fenrir rolled his eyes, didn't bother reminding Eloise that he was acutely aware of the Ministry's pursuit of him, and patted her hand once before prying it from his arm. Then he darted into the tree line while Eloise stayed behind to set up the rest of their camp.

Sometimes, Fenrir had the stray thought to regale Eloise with certain tales, to highlight his lack of incompetence around Muggles. …but, always, he stifled the fleeting desire. Just because he hadn't scared his witch off yet didn't mean he wouldn't bring up the wrong tale of his past deeds. And he'd…grown accustomed to having her in his life.

While that was a strange enough thought, Fenrir grimaced to himself, not daring to think of what might need be done if she ever stopped being part of it.

Fenrir kept low to the ground, darting after lithe but juicy prey. Rabbits were still especially frightened at this time of year even with the fear of winter behind them, and the chase they gave helped him expend some of his wolfish energy.

Back at camp, Eloise tended the fire and kept quiet while she prepared the three rabbits Fenrir had captured. She paid him no mind, the way Fenrir relaxed and eyed her while she worked—that was common for them, not just in the past weeks but from before that, from their days at her cottage. But this evening her right foot tapped against the damp, packed earth, her knees twitching as she used a Slicing Charm to skin and prep dinner.

The werewolf crossed his arms in front of his chest and frowned. He'd seen this before, these last few weeks. Eloise got antsy sometimes, whenever they were close by to people. Was it a longing? For some semblance of community? Despite Eloise's old hermit habits, she'd still ventured into villages to do business, so—

Eloise interrupted his inner musings when she met his eyes. She waved her wand, cleaning herself up now that the rabbits were roasting by the fire. "You're certain you weren't seen?"

He tucked his arms in more tightly. "I know how to stalk and hunt," he snarled.

She blanched. Just as suddenly, color rushed to her lightly scarred cheeks, and she nodded. "It's…not actually you I'm worried about."

He furrowed his brow at her.

Since he didn't make another irritated sound, Eloise inched closer, beside him on a log he'd dragged close to their fire. Despite their proximity, Eloise frowned. "I'm just wondering if my magic's enough."

Now he really didn't know where her mind had gone. "I know I've called you 'daft,' but—"

Eloise mustered a smile and shook her head, leaning against his right side as if assuring him that his words hadn't made her stupid. "I'm just concerned. Most of what I know is defensive, Fenrir."

He wouldn't've guessed that, given the power behind her Blasting Curse nearly a month ago. "So? Learn offensive magic, then."

Eloise licked her lips. The fire crackled as she took a breath before coming back with, "…even the Unforgivables?"

For the second time that evening, she gave him pause, this time with her surprising words. How often he kept Eloise and Dark things separate in his mind—yet, also for the second time tonight, here they were, intermingling.

Eloise raised her dark eyebrows at Fenrir, waiting for a response.

He sat up straighter and unfurled his arms, his hand resting by her thigh. "Why bring it up now?" No, that wasn't what he wanted to ask. He twisted his lips around as he replayed her words in his mind and pictured her hesitation. Fenrir stared at Eloise. "You've never asked my permission before. Though you've heeded well warnings about sticking close to camp." He didn't bring up how she'd gotten good at watching the lunar cycle, too, and knew when to stay put when the Moon was full and Fenrir put distance between them.

She hummed at that, resting her head against his shoulder. "It's been on my mind for a little while now…"

Clearly. Though he didn't remark aloud, Fenrir exhaled, the sound coming out somewhat harsher than a sigh but not as gruff as one of his growls.

Eloise turned her face in toward his arm, and he could feel her smile, briefly, against him, even through his travel cloak's sleeve. "Being with you has given me a lot to think about, Fenrir. That includes those kinds of magic—not that I'm looking for a discussion about your past," she tacked on quickly. Her hand found his on the log, and she brought it up onto her thigh and laced their fingers, giving his hand a squeeze, reminding him that she wasn't scared of the claws ending his fingertips.

He shook his head. "Then why?"

"Well… I wonder if every user of such magic always had evil intent at heart. We don't call it 'Evil magic' but Dark magic." Eloise paused and faced the campfire. "Given the right threat, the right dire circumstances, I believe anyone could be capable of wielding such magic."

Fenrir peered down at her. With her attention elsewhere, he caught the glint in her eye—one that reminded him of a den mother, baring her fangs. He fought a thrilling shiver that wanted to sprint along his spine and once more shook his head, tugging Eloise's hand crosswise so that he could pull her into his lap. "Don't concern yourself with Dark magic, Eloise," he mumbled into her ear, pressing his nose into the swept-back hair by her nape.

But neither that opinion nor his ministrations were enough to satisfy her. She twisted her head up to gawk at him.

"I've…been wolf longer than man, feels like. But that's not always a bad thing. And I can smell the taint Dark magic leaves." He frowned, thinking of the Dark magic that made werewolves, werewolves, but he just as easily dismissed the thought—especially since being a wolf had its perks, and he wouldn't trade those for anything. But how to get his main point across to her…? "It's not difficult to be around until it builds up," he finished with a sigh. But that, too, got him thinking, of times he'd spent around Bellatrix Lestrange or the Dark Lord himself, and Fenrir's frown deepened to a grimace as he went silent.

Eloise, too, turned quiet, much like before. They sat for a bit in silence, watching the flames lick at meat and crisp it. Then she ventured, "…so, you're saying you don't want to see me change?"

Her interpretation caught him unawares. This damned woman…! He blinked and huffed, unwilling to concede, choosing instead to squeeze her tighter, flush, against him.

And Eloise leaned into the gesture and relished the contact, all the while chuckling at her wolf's nonverbal admission.

;w; They heal my heart so…! TTwTT It's been a few yrs since "The Sound of an Amorous Stranger" came out and I am working on getting the final entry, "The Sound of Homecoming," done so we can all enjoy those feels, but I was recently thinking about Elfen quite a bit and I think I had this idea in a dream…??? Idk! Anyway, this is set btwn "Distant Stranger" and "Amorous Stranger," and (dw not spoiling for "Amorous Stranger"!) a Certain Thing™ in "Amorous Stranger" got me thinking about Eloise's interest/willingness ever to use Dark magic. Tbqh, I don't rly see her using it, outside of the war or, as she says here, other dire circumstances… Honestly, she kinda has a point?! (Kinda like with Molly and Bellatrix in DH.) So! But I like this idea that Fenrir also wouldn't want to see her change so much, so have some hcs~ AHHHH, now I have major feels, so hopefully I can complete "Homecoming" in short order now!

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

#hp #harry potter #elfen #fenrir greyback #eloise midgen #<2500 #romance #cross gen #au fic #sequential #next gen era #rated: PG #3rd POV

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prismolovesfanfiction · 1 year

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ive been reading so much fanfiction I thought "tempus" was a canon spell

#harry potter movies #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanon #hp quotes #hp fanfic #harry potter series #harry potter books #harry potter fandom #hexrpg #potterhead #wolfstar #drarry #jegulus #marauders hc #marauders era #hp next gen #golden trio #tempus #harry potter spells

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rewritingcanon · 3 months

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#in my AU molly is a medium so im trying to see which child would actually bite at learning from her #harry potter #hp #molly weasley #ginny weasley #percy weasley #george weasley #fred weasley #bill weasley #charlie weasley #ron weasley #hpcc #hp nextgen #hp next gen #golden trio era #rewriting

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ladiesofhpfest · 7 months

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2024 Themes Announcement

They're here! Many of your guesses were good, and now it's time for the big reveal! The themes for 2024's fest can be found below. Based on feedback from the 2023 fest, most participants wanted fewer themes with more time to work on each theme. Each theme will run for two weeks. More information for the 2024 fest will be coming soon (some rule changes included) as well as fic recs!

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seriousbrat · 3 months

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some thoughts on Snape and James

Dumbledore explains this to Harry after we've just found out how exactly James saved Severus, and I think that's important. As we know, his prediction about Wormtail came true in DH. Severus believed that James had just done it to save his friends from expulsion, but I don't think this is true, I think it's a product of his (understandable) bias towards James. Dumbledore (whatever his faults) is generally a very good judge of character in his later life:

He accepts Sirius's story in PoA without proof because it simply makes more sense to him given what he knows about the characters involved. He accepts Sev's claim that he wants to protect Lily when it could be a trick, as Sev is very good at Occlumency. He knows Draco won't be capable of murdering him. He knows exactly the ways that each member of the trio will act in their search for the Hallows.

So I think it's fair to say that Dumbledore knew that James was NOT just risking his life out of selfish reasons. I think this is a big reason Dumbledore holds James in such high esteem. Even at his worst, James wasn't willing to let his enemy die. Therefore the same bond that exists between Pettigrew and Harry also exists between Sev and James. They'd probably be as happy about that as Harry is about Pettigrew, but, to paraphrase Dumbledore, too bad lol. Anyway:

So where does this bond come in for Snape and James? Imo, it's in Severus dedicating his life to protect James Potter's son. Yes, he did it for Lily. But I also think the bond had something to do with it. Possibly if he had just been in love with Lily that wouldn't have been strong enough, he could have just retreated into the shadows to mourn her. Maybe he wouldn't have, but imo it's a factor as well, whether he's aware of it or not. (probably not) And also somewhat a factor in why he agrees pretty quickly to hiding all the Potters, not just Lily.

This is my hc but I think Snape, despite his hatred for James, despite what James put him through, almost kind of ... trusted him to keep Lily safe when they went their separate ways after school. He knows firsthand that James is a capable duellist, and there's almost this sort of... seething respect there going both ways idk. I absolutely think Severus blamed James for not living up to this, first by knocking her up lol and then by failing to protect her the night of her death. ALTHOUGH I think he would have, in his own way, grudgingly respected the bravery of James facing Voldemort without his wand so Lily could escape, had he known about it, because imo Severus would have done the same, both men would knowingly lay down their life for Lily.

With the war and the end of school, things are shifting between them. Both have chosen opposite sides of the conflict. They've grown up, and Sev is now able to give as good as he gets. (none of this is excusing James's bullying btw I don't believe in that) but I think they leave school on more equal footing than they've ever had. Out in the real world, popularity and being a quidditch star and whatever don't matter. It's gone, and there's just the war.

I think Sev's relationship with James is very different than it is with Sirius. With Sirius they never really grow out of that schoolboy hatred, and both of them would happily see each other drop dead without blinking an eye. With James I think it's much more complex. His hatred for James is deeply uniquely personal and completely colours the way he treats Harry. Like the real rivalry is between James and Snape, Sirius is just sort of an add-on to this. Snape brings up James constantly, like bro is a little obsessed but whatever. The bond, to Sev's eternal frustration, is always there.

I've said this before but my personal opinion is that James would have forgiven Sev had he known about everything he did to protect Harry. I don't think they'd ever have been friends lol but unlike Sirius (and Remus imo) I think James would have respected him for it, for his bravery. For doing exactly as he would have if their places had been reversed (that would be an interesting fic tbh I'm sure someone's done that)

I'll sort of bring this up in my own fic in one of my fave scenes I've written between them:

“Just—” Sev stops, unable to force the words out, so sickened is he by the thought of what he has to say. “Just what?” Potter says coldly. “Just— keep her safe.” A flicker of surprise passes over Potter’s face, but it quickly pulls back into a frown. He nods, tightly. “And you. You stay away from her. You know what they are. You know what they’ll do to her.” It costs him everything he has, but, finally, Severus jerks his head.

Anyway I find their dynamic super interesting, as they are both two of my favourite characters. Obviously James bullying Sev is totally unjustified, as is Sev bullying his son years later (clearly as revenge, now that he finally finds himself with the upper hand). They're compared to Draco and Harry a few times I think, and I think Harry doesn't see this because he wrongly identifies as his father when actually his role was much more like Snape's in this dynamic, which is what he sees in SWM. A lot of jealousy going both ways, but one of them (at first) clearly has more privilege and is much more vindictive and cruel to the other. Draco and Harry nodding at each other on the platform is on some level representative of the "moving on" that Severus and James never achieved.

#anyway snames rise or whatever #it should be much more popular than jugular but thats just my opinioin #the drarry of their era #severus snape #james potter #meta #severus #james #another thing is i wish we got to see more of snape interacting with wormtail. like he was obv treating him terribly at spinners end #as he should. but probs had to hold back somewhat to not give himself away #oh and also albus severus and scorpius being friends in that thing i never read #i like them being friends though so I keep it in my next gen things it's also significant

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