#poor muggle neighbors

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

Moonlight

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Ominis and MC go for a nighttime walk, and quite literally stumble into the perfect little clearing.

Ominis x fem!MC

NSFW—sexual content

Fluff that devolves into rough al fresco sex. Not much more to say about this one, there's teasing and good old-fashioned rough sex. These two love branching out into new and creative ways to fuck lol

Word count: 2,971

A/N: For @callmehopeless :) @sebastian-and-ominis-share-me requested a tag too. As always, MC and Ominis remain my excuse to indulge in writing disgustingly sweet, idealized married life, and I will never apologize for it because my! 👏 boy! 👏 Ominis! 👏 deserves! 👏 it! 👏

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Night walks were always Ominis' favorite. His blindness made walks enjoyable at any time, but under the soft cover of night, he felt more protected from the prying eyes of those who sought to invade his precious few moments of peace. Perhaps it was a holdover from his days growing up in the shadow of the Gaunt family, or perhaps he would have enjoyed it regardless of his circumstances. It mattered very little, especially when he could take these walks with MC.

MC shared his love of nighttime outings, and had begun the habit when she was just a student. She would wake from vivid, unspeakable nightmares of Victor Rookwood and his poachers that left her entire body shivering and drenched in a terrified sweat. She would throw on her cloak (or Ominis', if she had borrowed it from him for the night) and stride into darkness that blanketed the castle grounds until her trembling fingers slowed and sleep once again tugged at her eyes.

They had found each other late one spring night, aimlessly wandering the castle, and decided then and there that, should one of them not be able to sleep, they would find the other and walk together until they were too exhausted and would drift off in the protection of each other’s arms in the Undercroft or the Room of Requirement.

The pair had decided on this particular summer night that a stroll at midnight was exactly what they both needed after they had spent all day hiding away from the punishing sun. Poor Ominis always looked as if his delicate paper doll skin might catch alight in the harsh rays, and MC could not stand the lethargy that threatened to pull her to the floor upon which she stood. The muggle neighbors who surrounded their peaceful country house were asleep at this hour, and Ominis would be free to navigate using his wand without fear of being seen by non-magical folk. The bright moon taking flight overhead would be their sole witness as the couple reveled in a world that belonged only to them.

The night air was intoxicatingly sweet, the smell of honeysuckle and roses floating on a breeze's soft sigh from someone's nearby garden. The pair walked hand in hand as if they were adolescents again, whispers of their love for one another on their lips as if they were afraid professors and other students might hear them.

On a whim, MC decided to wander off the road and explore the woods as the two had often done in the Forbidden Forest. MC and Ominis did not care that they might be considered too old to find joy in meandering through leaves and dirt, over fallen branches and through the scrub; they had both always felt at home in the frowned-upon and the impermissible.

Ominis, with his wand as his guide, deftly navigated every obstacle—far more easily than MC who had to rely on her imperfect nighttime vision. He crept up behind her and startled her so badly when he caught her in his arms that she shrieked and slapped his chest with a laugh. She struggled for a moment to break free of his grasp, and he tutted at her.

"Wherever do you think you're flitting off to now, my little hummingbird?" He leaned down to steal a kiss, drawing a luxurious sigh from her lips as he pulled away. "Certainly it's too dark for such a lovely little creature to be out here all alone."

He released her, and she skipped a few steps away before turning to smile at him. "You’ll have to be quicker than that if you want to ensnare me, my pretty serpent." With that, she was off through the forest, her floor-length skirt fanning out and Ominis not far behind, their mirth carrying over the trees as they leapt and ran on wings of night.

MC did her best to outrun him, but Ominis was still faster and stronger. She had made her way to a clearing dotted with wild daffodils when her husband seized her. He finally lost his footing in the excitement of his successful hunt, and the two tumbled into the long grass. MC was stunned and, for one dreadful moment, Ominis feared he had hurt her. Instead, she gasped and began laughing again. Ominis heaved a sigh and lay on his back, listening to the pure happiness bubble up from her lips. Crickets droned lazily under her voice, and he could feel another cool breeze carrying the scent of the flowers all around them. As she caught her breath, she looked over to see his eyes blankly staring upwards, a smile dancing across his lips. He turned his head toward her, and his smile faded into longing that pulled in his throat. MC's eyes followed the little constellation of moles up his cheek to his deep, starry eyes that glinted moonlight like sharp diamonds. She knew that look. He was thinking—intently.

"You somehow look even more stunning than usual, Ominis," MC smiled, her fingers dancing along his hand that lay between them. "What is it that's on your mind?"

"You," he breathed almost instantly. "Here, in this heavenly night, just the two of us... it does things to a man to know his beautiful wife is so madly in love with him. Lying here in a field of sweet-smelling flowers and grasses next to you, I feel as if I’m fifteen again. It's exhilarating."

He rolled himself up and, supported by his arms, leaned over her. He slowly brought his face to hers, and she could see every detail she had long since memorized in his still-open eyes. He moved forward until he was so close that her own eyes, trained on him, fell out of focus. She felt an exhilaration whenever he did that, leaning in while his eyes tried their damndest to stare at her. He was like a cobra, ready to strike. Her eyes fluttered shut as she welcomed his attack upon her lips.

He desired to be closer to her still until he was pressing his weight down on her, feeling her sigh into his lips. His kisses gradually pushed deeper into her lips, and his voice slithered from his throat.

"I need you," he moaned, growing bolder with every passing second. "I need to be as close to you as possible..." His hips rolled fruitlessly against her in accord. MC gently pressed her leg between his, and his moan sent hot tingling through her ribs and spine.

"Ominis," MC could barely get in between his kisses. "Are you sure you won't mind the dirt? Would you not rather wait until we get back home where we have a soft bed and warm, clean sheets?"

"To hell with dirt," he growled, lips now drifting towards her neck and leaving pure fire in their wake. "We can always have a warm bath—together—if we so desire."

Ominis had already begun undoing the buttons on MC's blouse, his fingers flicking expertly over each one. He was getting fast, she thought, and she briefly pondered finding blouses and dresses with more buttons just to be cheeky with him. In a few short moments he had released her from her pretty little ruffled top, and MC placed it in a pile knew would only grow. He placed a hand on her sternum, expecting to feel the thin fabric of a chemise beneath his slender fingers. Instead, he felt bare skin and his eyes lit up in surprise.

"It was too hot to wear anything under my clothes today," MC whined. "And anyhow, I had a feeling you wouldn't mind too much."

Ominis hummed to show his agreement, and he got straight to work worshipping her skin. He gave slow, soft kisses along as much of her as he could reach, as if he had been starved of her affections for months. Her skin was perfectly smooth, save for her nipples that stood firm in the night air. MC moaned softly when Ominis pressed his lips around one to kiss and suck at it, his hand mindlessly kneading her other breast. Each flick of his tongue or tweak of his fingers dazed MC, her eyelids fighting a losing battle to stay open.

"How does it feel?" Ominis asked with a devilish smile.

MC tried to reply and only let out another moan as heat pooled in her core. She had never been sure how he managed it, sometimes driving her to orgasm from teasing her nipples alone, but oh how it was inebriating.

Her own hand slid up the back of his head and carded through his soft, blond hair, brushing off bits of dirt and undoing some of the pomade that had kept it immaculately brushed back all day. She looked down to see him slowly becoming more wild.

"That's it," she whispered. "Just like that. Oh, your tongue—"

Ominis growled wordlessly and hips rolled again, now with more force, and MC reached down to help Ominis out of his trousers and pants. His hand and mouth reluctantly moved away from teasing her, and he stood on his knees, one on each side of her hips, as he made a show of stripping off the bothersome garments.

How absolutely spectacular he looked, a furious blush blooming across his face as he did not even bother taking off his shirt. His erection was endlessly beautiful. MC had seen her husband fully naked hundreds of times, but it never grew less arousing to see him leaning over her, cock swinging lazily and dripping with need, just waiting for her.

She rose and pushed him to his back, straddling his hips. "If I'm going to be covered in dirt and dust, I think it's only fair that we do the same for you," she smirked.

Ominis glowered at her for just a moment, annoyed that he was no longer on top. All was forgiven, however, when MC held his wrists to the ground and, underneath her skirt, slid her dripping wet core up and down the underside of his now-throbbing erection. He made a noise somewhere between a massively pleasured moan and a deep, feral growl. She knew how this game was played, and she knew the prize that awaited her if she could build up enough steam inside him.

"Oh, you feel so much better than any part of my hands," she goaded as she savored every single millimeter of his cock that slid against her needy clit over and over. She could not believe her luck, that she—and nobody else in the world—got to witness his current expression as it betrayed nothing short of pure lust. His chest rose and fell, impassioned as his eyebrows knitted together and, before he could catch himself, he hissed his need in parseltongue. She had learned just enough from him to piece together that he desired to fuck her hard and deep, and her core practically flooded around him.

Ominis growled deeply again and, with as much gentleness as he could muster, lifted her as he sat up and laid her on her back. "I can't take it anymore," he groaned. He leaned down and whispered dangerously, so close to her ear that his breath felt blazing hot on her skin. "I will have you."

His shaking fingers fought against her skirt and won, unbuttoning it and pulling it off her completely. She felt vulnerable there on her back, absolutely nothing between her panting body and the forest around them, and for one brief moment she was almost frightened. Ominis shrugged off his shirt and leaned back over her, eclipsing her anxiety. He tried his best to be a good and dutiful husband, reaching his fingers down to tease her core and play with her clit, but she knew what he truly wanted and pulled his hand away for him. He tilted his head, and MC answered his silent question with a hand on the back of his hips, gently pushing him further towards her parted legs.

She offered a leg around his waist and her arms around his neck. She ran a finger along that little spot, just under his ear, that sent tendrils of chills up his spine. His eyes rolled shut, and in one swift motion he buried his aching cock to the hilt and her head swam, tears springing to her eyes. He leaned forward with urgency and kissed her face comfortingly, but she pushed her hips against him to urge him to start moving. He was more than happy to oblige.

He moved in and out of her with a surprisingly slow, gentle rhythm, but the look on his face said all she needed to know. Even as he had her scandalously pinned down in a field in the middle of the night, he was waiting for her to ask for more.

“Fuck me,” she growled, surprised at how agitated she sounded. “We make such soft and gentle love in the confines of our comfortable bed. So show me what you really wanted to do out here—why you were so impatient.”

She earned herself a forceful thrust that grated dirt and grass against her back, and she savored the light sting. She gripped his hair encouragingly. “Oh, fuck yes,” she groaned, and Ominis was lost completely in her body.

Each rough thrust echoed as an animalistic growl in his throat, and she craned her neck to kiss and suck at that throat. He held her arms down and listened to her slide across the earth each time he pounded into her. Each time he wound up, he left her feeling woefully empty—empty to the point that she wanted to beg for him. And each time he rammed back into her, her vision flared white and she wondered how much longer she could contain herself.

He could hear every contact of skin and succulent fluid, and he pressed himself closer to her until each thrust pushed against her clit and she moaned his name. He could tell she was holding back the inevitable to draw this out, and he wouldn’t allow it. Perhaps another night, but not tonight.

“Come for me,” he seductively hissed. "I want to hear your cries and feel you tighten around my cock. I want to feel your pretty little body writhing beneath me in the dirt and grass.” Goosebumps rolled violently over her skin and she threw her head back, a tiny glimmer of amusement in the back of her overloaded mind about how much dirt must be in her hair by now, and suddenly there was nothing in the world except the two of them and the searing pleasure that ripped through every fiber of muscle in her body over and over. She couldn’t control the scream that carried Ominis’ name, or her nails raking over his shoulders, or her walls that clenched unforgivingly around him. Her entire body pulsed and bucked, desperately needing his release like she needed air.

Ominis surrendered to his own orgasm as she pulsed and milked his cock relentlessly. He matched her voice with her name and dug his perfectly trimmed nails into the soft flesh of her arms. With each sublime thrust, he whined and emptied himself deep inside her until he had nothing left, and he was left desperately out of breath as the rest of the world came rushing back to their ears. Save their panting, the only sounds were of crickets and a soft breeze that soughed through the trees and grass. MC's vision returned and she saw Ominis above her, mouth hanging slightly open and eyes lidded even heavier than normal. If only he knew just how beautiful he was, she mused as she reached a comforting hand up to the side of his face.

Ominis began to pull out, but MC whined and placed her other hand on the small of his back to stop him. He chuckled and pressed a delicate kiss to her collarbone. Ominis had become his typical sweet self again, and he smiled at her.

“Are you feeling better?” she breathed, tucking a rebellious strand of hair behind his ear and watching it fall out again.

“Merlin, that was good,” he groaned. “You’re always so lovely for indulging me like this.”

“Indulging you?” she laughed. "I should think this was quite mutual."

Ominis kissed her again. “You are a far better wife than I could ever hope to deserve.”

“And you, my beguiling serpent, are a perfect husband.” She punctuated her reply with a small tap on the end of his nose, causing him to flinch slightly and laugh.

MC finally relented and let Ominis go. He pulled out of her and she relished in the feeling of some of his seed spilling from her. She gingerly sat up on her legs and, with her husband’s help, tried to brush the dirt from her back. She felt long, loose strands of her hair escaping from her bun. Sighing, she pulled out the myriad of pins and combs and let it fall in a halo around her. Ominis combed his fingers through her long hair and couldn’t help but pull her into another loving embrace. “You’re just like a little nymph,” he hummed in amusement. “As much as I wish we could stay here so that I may admire your divine beauty, however, perhaps we ought to get you home so we may both have a bath.”

“Yes please,” she giggled as she leaned against his bare chest, the remnants of his cologne, the grass around them, and the perfect scent of lovemaking radiating headily from his skin. “Perhaps just a few minutes more like this, though?”

Ominis kissed her head in agreement. He suspected they would be taking many more night walks after this.

#OH GOD I completely forgot to mention that there are like two very stupid references that I wrote into this for my own amusement lmao #one is to Harry Potter and the other is unrelated to anything HP at all 😭😭😭 #if anyone finds them I will be so completely impressed and flabbergasted #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt fluff #ominis gaunt smut #ominis smut #Isabel Greymoore

[thepilotanon]

Can i request more Draco and Muggle partner? I love it

Aaah! I hope you like these!

Draco teaches you a lot of terms and actual spells from his world, and you write them down in a little pocket book that you keep on your person for whenever you need it (you're visiting Hogsmeade with him, spending time with the in-laws, or you need help). You do well in memorizing what spells do what, and Draco is extremely proud of you and tells you he knows you would be a powerful wizard/witch.

On a similar idea, Draco will let you sit next to him and he will drape your hand over his while he holds his wand and casts small, simple spells, just so you can feel the magic and pretend you can make things in your apartment float or change color. You two do this whenever it's a rainy day or a blizzard outside, and make sure the blinds are drawn so it doesn't break any Wizarding laws.

I imagine you and Draco get some neighbors who are like Mrs. Kravitz (if you have seen the OG Bewitched, you have good taste), and he takes it as fun game. He perfects his own mind games to the neighbors and, to your horror, gets away with it as he finds a loophole and can use Obliviate to save his butt. Whenever you come home, your neighbor will try to corner you and ask you 20 odd questions and mumble "I know there's something off about that Draco Malfoy..." and once found them across the street with binoculars when you two were on a date night. Draco just finds it extremely amusing.

While I know Draco lived in the lap of Wizard luxury growing up, I think he was somewhat sheltered from things that were "beneath him" at the time. I think he would be surprised to visit a bar with you and it's a sports night; drunken arguments and celebrating victories, he was surprised to see everyone just...having fun with greasy foods and poor drinks, all while watching a game with slow subtitles because everyone was loud? He likes people watching with you and asking questions about their behaviors, all while eating his own pretzels and cheese dips.

#headcanon #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #harry potter draco malfoy x reader #hp draco malfoy x reader #malfoy x reader #pilotanonwrites

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

The problems I have with HP's world building and the Wizarding World as a whole can be summed up perfectly with Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans. Sounds like a appropriately whimsical treat for a secret magical society. But, they beans flavoured like bodily fluids. We know there's ear wax and vomit flavoured beans, but I bet there are... other flavours.

And the question is, why? Why do that? Why sell something to children where there's a chance they might end up eating a bean that tastes and smells exactly like human shit.

Like, obviously, Rowling wrote it as a funny bit in a children's book that I doubt she expected people to dissect and nitpick over twenty years after she wrote it. But, in-universe, it shows that wizards just lack basic common sense. it's a wonder they made it to the 21st century without going extinct.

As weird as it sounds, I actually find the wizarding world fascinating in that it makes an eerie amount of sense: it's just not what JKR nor anyone else thinks it is/what it's supposed to be.

There's a larger post to be made but to me the wizarding world reeks of an extremely isolated and inbred society, complacent in their use of a technology they no longer understand and slowly forgetting aspects of that technology including the underlying fundamentals, neighbors to very different societies they feel threatened by for all they won't admit as much, and a society that has roots in western traditions but missed out on much of the Enlightenment/Post Enlightenment British history.

So, we see a world that's like Britain but... not...

The professors are there to teach, not go provide emotional guidance or emotional intervention of any kind with the students (read anti-bullying measures). There doesn't seem to be a child welfare or any kind of welfare system in place (orphans get a stipend to attend Hogwarts, but we see no mention of a wizarding orphanage/foster care system or money allotted to those like Ron Weasley who are poor but not Muggleborn). There are two historians ever mentioned and from what we see of Hogwarts a History it is not a modern western historical approach that's covered there. Everyone's extremely closely related and there are no actual positions beyond those a) made for yourself through entrepreneurship b) the ever bloated Ministry. They have no understanding of Muggles at all and those who claim to or wish to tend to be... grossly offensive is the only word I can think of.

It's a great satirical world of a decaying society and, most important, not quite one we'd be familiar with.

But this has nothing to do with your actual question (well, it does, but it's tangential).

To get back to the damned beans, from what we see, the wizarding world loves practical jokes and slapstick humor. Given they're wizards, serious injuries seem relatively easy to repair. If you start vomiting slugs all day, there's a potion for that. If you lose your bones, there's a potion for that. Blow off your hands, there's probably a potion for that.

What that means is that physical injuries in the wizarding world tend not to really matter. Unless you're using dark curses (see Bill's torn up face in HBP), you can probably get whatever it is fixed quickly. Which means that wizards find slapstick style practical jokes very funny.

Which gets us back to the candy.

The beans aren't alone, there are also the acid pops that actually burn through your tongue, blood pops that taste like blood, chocolate frogs which will jump away from you, ice mice that do... something I forget, but point being that we see wizards get very excited about the prospect of not only magic in their candies but some element of danger/just awfulness with it.

That's the exciting gamble of the beans. Sure, you might end up with a nice flavor, you might, but then you could end up with vomit or diarrhea flavored. When the latter happens, you can make a big show to your friends, "OH NO, I GOT THE VOMIT BEAN! OH HELLS, I GOT THE VOMIT BEAN! THIS IS THE WORST! I GOT THE VOMIT BEAN!" and everyone laughs at and with you over your terrible rotten luck over getting the vomit bean while Jimmy over there got strawberry.

It's kind of like a demented version of playing one of the first few editions of Mario Party: someone's going to be fucked over, that's just how the game goes, the delightful enjoyment of it is seeing who the loser is and lording it over them when you steal all their stars they eat the vomit bean.

Basically, you're kind of right about Bertie Botts Every Flavor Bean. They exist because it's funny, I just think the wizards find it funny too.

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #the wizarding world #anti the wizarding world #meta #headcanon #opinion

[george-weasleys-girl]

North Star Series

Chapter 38 : The Proposal

Start here:

Summary: George makes a proposal

Warnings: none that I can think of

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"I'M FINE! EVERYTHING'S FINE! WHY DO YOU KEEP ASKING ME THAT?!"

The last couple of weeks had been rough, with Fred pretending that he was okay and then blowing up anytime Y/N or George asked how he was doing. Or whenever they looked at him. Or breathed in his general direction.

It was all George could do to not start pulling his own hair out. "I don't know what to do anymore. The least little thing sets him off. He wasn't nearly this bad the first time he and Angie split," he'd told Y/N. "Oh, and speaking of Angie, any luck with her?"

Y/N shook her head. "No. Apparently, she's fine, too."

George sighed and flopped back on the bed. He'd postponed asking Y/N the big question. He just didn't feel right proposing while Fred was still reeling over his break-up. It felt like he would be somehow flaunting his happy relationship in his brother's face. It was a thought that weighed heavy on him.

And yet...

It wasn't the only thing weighing on his poor heart. With each passing day, George's resolve to wait crumbled more and more. Soon, he knew it would give way completely.

The point of no return.

"Got any ideas?" He turned to Y/N, who'd lay down next to him, her head propped up in her hand.

"Well..." she began. "It's the holiday season, so that probably isn't helping. Not much we can do about that, unfortunately. But we can do something about him being holed up in the apartment all the time. Maybe you could take him out somewhere for a bit?"

"Out?"

"Yeah, into muggle London. Just the two of you. A guy's day out kinda thing. That should be safe enough, I think."

George looked thoughtful. "It has been a while since he and I did something like that. Just us two. It's worth a shot," he smiled at Y/N. "Now all we have to do is convince him."

Proposing the idea was easy. Persuading Fred was a different matter altogether. But in the end, George won out, and the following Monday, the one day a week that they closed the store, he and Fred went out on their little adventure.

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It was a rare thing for Y/N to have the place to herself. She spent most of the morning working in her lab, the hours flying by unnoticed, until her stomach started nibbling on her other organs for sustenance. Figuring it was best to feed it, she called it quits for the day and enjoyed a quiet lunch of leftover soup while relaxing by the window, watching the first snowflakes of the year fall.

As a child, she all but lived outside when it snowed, making snowmen, sledding, and getting into snowball fights with the neighboring kids. And while she still loved doing all that, as she grew older, she began to appreciate its quiet, calm simplicity. Her grandad had always said it was nature's way of saying, "Stop and rest. Enjoy this moment instead of trying to hurry on to the next one." It wasn't until now, with all the uncertainty and fear engulfing her world, that Y/N truly understood what he meant.

With that thought in mind, she yawned and stretched. Time to take those words to heart, she thought. It's been far too long since I endulged in a nice long bath with a good book.

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Y/N almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of the boys apparating back home. She was no longer in the bath but was instead relaxing on the bed, so engrossed in her book, that she'd briefly forgotten she wasn't wandering down the streets of Kyoto.*

The familiar pop was followed by quite a bit of commotion and the sound of laughter. Sounds like things went well. She smiled and headed toward the living room, only to screech to a halt in the doorway as two tiny furballs zoomed across her feet. "What the -"

"Hello darling!" George sprinted over, giving her a quick kiss before gathering up two wiggly little kittens. "The muggle animal shelter was having something called an 'empty the shelter' event for Christmas. So we got these two rascals." He held up the black one, who, having now waged war on George's hand, was gnawing away on his index finger. "This is Smudge. He picked out Fred." Then he held up the orange and white one who'd quite happily snuggled up in George's other hand. "And this little purrbox is Jellybean. She chose me."

Completely enamored, Y/N reached her hands out to both kittens. Smudge immediately stopped attacking George's fingers and began sniffing Y/N's. Jellybean yawned and did the same. Within seconds, they'd both crawled into her arms.

"I think they like me," Y/N grinned.

"Of course they do," George slid his arm around her waist. "Now, c'mon, we've got a couple more surprises."

Y/N stepped into the living room and stopped, her mouth falling open.

"What do you think?" Fred asked with a gigantic smile.

Words failed her as she beheld the behemoth that was now taking up half the living room. The cat tower was nothing sort of awe-inspiring. Upon seeing it, both kitties leaped from her arms and scampered over to explore the mini forest.

"It's... it's amazing," Y/N marveled and moved closer to investigate it herself.

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George lay awake that night long after Y/N had drifted off. Curled in a little ball above his head slept Jellybean and at their feet lay the second surprise, Madam Mim. She was an elderly cat who'd been at the shelter for almost seven months. She'd been there the longest and looked so sad and defeated that he and Fred just couldn't leave her behind. It took a couple of hours, but once she realized she was home, she burst out of her shell, cuddling everyone in turn and even playing with kittens and Nyx a little.

He couldn't help but smile. Things were finally looking up. Now that Fred had Smudge, George could already see his twin coming back to himself. He knew it wasn't an instant cure for his brother's broken heart, but it was a start. And that was enough.

He glanced up at his dresser and then back to Y/N. Now that Fred was on the mend, there was only one thing left for George to do.

~•~

*If you're curious about the book Y/N is reading, its 'Memoirs of a Geisha' by Arthur Golden

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[giselsann-opencommissions]

I saw on a video that Isaac Cooper lived in Feldcroft and was Sebastian's neighbor, so I couldn't help but write this. is that I love Sebastián jealous.

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Summer had finally started and ominis was excited to go to sebastian and anne's house for their holidays. He had been staying with the twins since the second year, and even though his uncle was grumpy most of the time that didn't stop his days with them from being amazing. They used to play outside, go to the river, and other things. For the first time he knew what it was like to feel happy.

Feldcroft was a small but pleasant town. He loved going out to feel the grass on his bare feet, and the soft wind blowing his face, also smelling the delicious smell of freshly baked bread in the morning. Everything was, so relaxing.

One day he decided to explore the town a little more. While Sebastian and Anne received a little scolding from their uncle for breaking part of the fence on his farm. Fortunately Solomon didn't blame the poor blind boy. Because from his point of view, he seemed to be the calmest and most polite of the three.

So without wanting to hear the man's screams he went outside to breathe fresh air. He was allowed to use his wand outside of Hogwarts on the condition that he not practice spells. He only used it to guide himself. He came to some trees and a stone path, later a small cliff and the river. The blond stopped and took a deep breath as he smiled, but he suddenly had the impression that he wasn't alone. As soon as he heard a few steps, he turned around and raised his wand to notice the presence of another person in front of him.

Ominis: Who are you and what do you want? * he asked bluntly. followed by he heard a nice quiet laugh.

Isaac: Hehe, hi, sorry I scared you. It was not my intention.

Ominis: I wasn't scared.

Isaac: Umm, so why are you holding your wand like that? although we are forbidden to use it outside of hogwarts *looked at him curiously*

Ominis relaxed a little when he felt that the boy had no bad intentions and lowered his wand. He was just another student like him.

Isaac: Oh wait. I have seen you before. You are a gaunt. Yes, now I remember *he patted his forehead when he realized* You're from Slytherin, and if I'm not mistaken you use that wand to see. you are blind right?

Ominis: That's right... But I prefer to be called ominis.

Isaac: My apologies, ominis. I called myself Isaac, Isaac Cooper *smiles kindly*

"His voice is so nice" Ominis thought.

Ominis: What house are you in? *I had no idea why I'm asking, it's not like he'll be interested in socializing with other people.

Isaac: In Ravenclaw *he answered quickly* You know? It's not so common to see pureblood wizards around these parts hehe. You have family here?

Ominis: Oh no. He stayed me here with some friends during the holidays.

Isaac: Really? who is it? wait don't tell me The sallow twins, right?

Ominis: Yes. How did you know?

Isaac: They're my neighbors, and the only slytherin boys I know at feldcroft. It's been a long time since he spoke to them. after what happened to his parents, they have become distant.

Ominis: I'm sure it wasn't easy for them. However, I was also here last year, and I did not meet you at any time.

Isaac: That was because I spent the holidays in London with my muggle family.

Ominis: That's... Very interesting.

Isaac: I can tell you more about it, if you want.

Ominis was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Ominis: sure.

After that, both boys sat down in front of the river and continued their conversation. Ominis didn't know that he had this boy, but every word he released made him become more and more interested in him. Isaac was a half-blood wizard, his grandparents were Muggles and that's why he knew so much about them. He also found out that Isaac was quite good at Quidditch and had a certain reputation as a popular boy at Hogwarts, although he didn't say that last thing directly, he even seemed to be unaware of it, it was the first thing Ominis thought when he heard how talented he was. .

After talking for a long time, Isaac told him that he had to go, he apologized and said that he had things to do. Ominis just nodded and said goodbye with a small smile.

Isaac: By the way, you have a nice smile. You should try to smile more often *the attractive boy told him before leaving.*

Colors rose to his face and he felt a tickle in his stomach. He wasn't even able to answer that.

Those simple words didn't come out of the ominis' heads for the rest of the day.

When he returned to the cabin, he found Anne and Sebastián, both of them had finished cleaning up the mess they had caused and when they saw him they ran towards him.

Anne: Ominis! Where did you go? and alone! Don't you know there are evil goblins out there? *I ask somewhat upset. She could be very overprotective at times.

Ominis: I'm fine Anne, I can take care of myself * he complained removing the girl's hands from his face.

Sebastián: Even so, you had us worried! Where did you go? You shouldn't stray so far from home.

Ominis rolled his eyes and snorted.

Ominis: I only went to the lake, it's not even that far.

Sebastian: For two hours? * he said surprised *

Ominis: I met a guy and we talked for a while. His name is Isaac, and he says that he is his neighbor.

The twins looked at each other in surprise.

Anne: Oh, yes I know who he is. Although we hardly talk anymore.

Sebastian: Ravenclaw's star student? *he clicked his tongue, half irritated* and how much did they talk?

Ominis: Nothing in particular *didn't give details* just, we knew each other a bit. He's pretty nice, why aren't they friends?

Anne: I don't know, I hardly ever see him anymore *he didn't care*

Sebastian: I don't like him...he ratted me out once I tried to get into the restricted section.

Ominis laughed.

Ominis: You deserve it.

Sebastian: Hey! what side are you on?

Ominis: None, don't bother.

Anne laughed as well.

Anne: Isaac is very popular. You should hear everything everyone at hogwarts says about him. He even has a great rivalry with Imelda, as they are both very good at Quidditch. He created that she is jealous of how amazing he is.

A smile formed on Omini's face and Sebastian rolled his bored eyes.

Ominis: Anyone who makes Imelda angry has my respect.

Anne: Haha, yes I know. But that is not all. As if it weren't enough for him to be talented, he is also very handsome. I wish you could see it yourself.

Sebastian looked at his sister a little annoyed. What need did he have to say that? She didn't understand why he praised that boy so much. And seeing the face of ominis, his stomach burned and he was very upset. Ominis was smiling and had a slight blush on his cheeks.

Ominis: You're going to have to describe him... I'd like to get an idea of ​​how handsome he is.

Anne: Oh sure, but don't you think you'd rather map his face yourself? * she insinuated in a tone that annoyed Sebastián.

Ominis: What are you saying, I just met him, Anne. We don't have that level of trust yet.

Anne: But you didn't deny that you would like it hehehe.

Ominis blushed and Anne began to laugh at this.

Sebastián: They're ridiculous * he commented irritated and turning around to leave, taking strong steps and avoiding seeing ominis blushing like that for someone else.

Ominis: Huh?

Anne: Ignore him, I'm sure he's still mad at uncle solomon for punishing us.

Ominis: Or he really doesn't like Isaac.

Anne: Oh yes, it must be that too * he said with sarcasm and a mocking laugh. thing that ominis noticed.

Anyway, now he had another good reason to come to feldcroft more often.

#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #anne sallow #hogwarts legacy #drabble #isaac cooper #Sebastián is very jealous

[seriouslysam8]

I read in another fic that Sirius got verbally attacked by people when he is out in public by wizards and witches. They always say how horrible he is and poor Harry is in danger with him. Would you say the same could happen in your story too ? Or do they now believe that he is innocent. Just a random thought I got reading your fic <3

That is definitely the case in Brumous.

The Daily Prophet is constantly writing defamatory things about him.

He and Tegan often went on dates in the Muggle world to avoid any unwanted attention. When Marlene plans a friend night out, she assures Sirius they’re going to the Muggle world.

Even Sirius’ neighbors are awful to him as illustrated in chapter 33 where Marlene is pounding at his door after regaining her memories and he thinks it’s his neighbor complaining again.

“He swore if it was old Mrs Taylor again complaining that he was scaring her fucking cat, he was going to lose his fucking mind. His elderly neighbor always shot him nasty looks, telling her precious little Buttercup to stay away from the mean murderer next door. Sirius tried to ignore her, but she just plain pissed him off more often than not.”

[knight-already]

Here’s a thought:

Young bby boy Severus  being age eight or nine  hiding in a bush watching the Evan sisters play, particularly interested lily who is using magic.... described to look at lily 'hungrily' or with 'undisguised greed' on his face.

How long had he watched the other children in his town play without joining in... or being allowed to join in?

I know a lot of ppl like to bag on one scene in the snape household and say Tobias is abusive tool -- which fair. But -- if we look into this scene a bit closer.

Severus was only interested in Lily because she had magic. 

He lived in spinster end his whole life.

He claimed his father hated magic, so I doubt Severus had many chances to go to the wizarding world no magic in their house hold since  his mother most likely never told his father that she was magic and I'm sure it was a nasty surprise when Severus started doing accidental magic and she couldn't cover for him anymore.

Most likely what that fight we saw in Severus’ memories was about -- Eileen lied to him and had a child with him.

I mean -- That has something weird about it right? 

From lily we learn calling someone a ‘witch’ is a bad thing  so no doubt Tobias was upset that his son was magic from then his trust and their marriage probably went down the drain.

With the cat out of the bag -- Eileen starts telling severus stories of his magical heritage.

I see this two ways:

1.Severus was warned in fear of being outed in a muggle town for having magic was warned to not play with children who didn't have magic then he finds lily. [But I don think this was the case the kids don't act like its some big frightening secret.]

2. She had him believe that he was special among the muggles and fills his head with muggle prejudice that I'm sure found its was to Tobias, he tells her to cool it. But she had already filled Severs head with an [us] and [them] mentality. Maybe he was told muggles are below him, that he should not play with them --

Maybe Tobias and her would argue about this, the neighbors where side eyeing them as is and now Severus couldn’t even play with the others. Ad in Severus’s agility to say the most rude wrong thing [that he didn't mean it just came across that way -- as he parroted back what his mum told him]

 but there was little Tobias could do when he worked all day. 

When Severus heard these talks he would reason that his father as wrong, that he didn't see that he was better than others like his mother said. that there was an easy solution for all this and that was for him to just find a magical child he could play with

His mother said muggleborns did exist so he watched for a long time until he found one:

enter {LILY} 

 But he had no social skills apart from talking to his mother and father, he planned and planned how to talk to her and he just couldn't wait to finally have a friend that met the Criteria so he  'hungrily' with 'undisguised greed' on his face observed her. 

Severus was probably so sad when she wasn't impressed by him, I’m sure he  was isolated by the other children in the town because of his behavior towards them refusing to play. I could imagine, that Severus was so happy they were finally headed off to Hogwarts he thought that meant he would meet people who were finally worthy of him -- a place for only magical children -- and endless option of friends.

Only for him to be rejected.

Because the whole glue for his and lily’s friendship was his knowledge on Magic he didn't really have anything to work with outside of that especially since all the children where learning with him. Maybe he worked so hard in school was so he had something to:

 1. occupy his time -- he genuinely liked to study 

2. he was used by his peers to do their assignments and cheat off of.

 Which he was fine with since he didn't know how else relate to his peers.

Of course there is also the fact that he was getting bullied by James and co. and was a slytherin and that added to his isolation.

Poor thing had a losing hand no matter what he did,

#severus snape #Professor Severus Snape #Pro Snape #professor snape #pro severus snape #pro severus #anti james potter #snape fandom #snape defense #Snape deserved better

[ethniee]

Inger Eve Nilsdott (My Hogwarts Legacy MC)

Name: Inger Eve Nilsdott

Blood Status: Half-blood

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Patronus: Black mare

Wand: Rowan wood, phoenix feather core, supple flexibility, 13 1/4”

Appearance: Inger is very pale with a generous smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, chestnut brown hair (usually found in a low twisted ponytail with a variety of flyaways around her face), and toffee brown eyes. She is tall for her age (5'8") with a gangly build, and often has a light sunburn from spending so much of her time outdoors. (Official pictures of Inger can be found here!!)

Background: Inger was born in Ebeltoft, Denmark on January 21st, 1875 to Ella Bronfen (a half-blood of English descent) and Elias Finn Nilsdott (a pure-blood of Danish and English descent). Her brother, Gilbert (Gil) Oliver Nilsdott, was born when she was five. During her younger years, Inger’s father traveled abroad working as a Curse-Breaker for the Ministry of Magic. Inger's mother worked as a Healer. Due to the spontaneous nature of Elias Nilsdott’s job, the poor reputation of Durmstrang Institute, and the ever-increasing suspicion of the family's Muggle neighbors, Inger was homeschooled for much of her life… That is, until the neighbors caught her trying out Wingardium Leviosa on her cat with her mother’s wand. Following the incident the family moved to Shaftesbury, England when Inger was 14. Having attended Hogwarts when she was a girl, Inger’s mother had always dreamed that her daughter would one day do the same. After some discussion Inger was enrolled the following year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a fifth-year student.

Personality: ESTP-T 8w7. Inger is a strong-willed, outgoing girl with a love for the fun side of life. She lives for the thrill of adventure, competition, and the unknown- something that often gets her into trouble. A champion of the underdog, Inger is never afraid to speak her mind, especially in another's behalf. She defines herself by her actions and what she does to help others. Inger is also an excellent problem solver and loves to experiment with new ideas and solutions. She particularly enjoys working with potions, as the possibilities are endless. Despite her strengths, Inger does have her flaws- she is stubborn to a fault, rebellious and ignorant of rules, unstructured, impulsive, incredibly impatient, and can be (in her blunt nature) rather abrasive.

Fears: Confined spaces, isolation, the Imperius and Cruciatus curses

Boggart: Azkaban jail cell

Favorite / Best Subjects: DAtDA, Potions

Least Favorite / Worst Subjects: Divination, Astronomy

Amortentia: Wood smoke, hot chocolate, pine needles, wind

Other Things:

Very deep sleeper

Has a pet orange tabby cat named Reggie

Has severe claustrophobia

Loves hot chocolate

Can't stand being cold

Favorite color is sky blue

Fluent in both Danish and English

Becomes an Auror for the Ministry of Magic

Her Ilvermorny House would be Pukwudgie

Eventually gets married to Garreth Weasley and has five kids (More information about Inger and Garreth's relationship can be found here, more information about their kids can be found here!!)

#gryffindor #hogwarts legacy #harry potter #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts oc #garreth x mc #inger eve nilsdott

[romaine2424]

Daily Blog July 3, 2023

Not feeling chatty today, too many errands and chores to do. At least I don't have to buy fireworks this year for the 4th of July. They were just outlawed last year where I live. Before that, we were all out in the street shooting of aerials and and lots of other things. Neighbors around the corner always put on quite the show. Had a few scary moments over the years. But it was all fun until the clean up!

What I'm reading:

Oh wow Everybody Hates a Tourist by anon for the @hd-wireless fest definitely earned it's right to open the fic portion of the fest. It created quite the atmosphere in Brighton were we find one Draco Malfoy living the gay Muggle scene for the last 8 years.

Summary:

On a stag do in sunny Brighton with the Gryffindor lads, the last person Harry expects to run into is Draco Malfoy. After a glimpse of Malfoy’s Muggle life in Britain’s gay capital, Harry’s curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself returning to the seaside again and again, drawn to the city, drawn to this new version of Malfoy that Harry barely recognises from school. Meanwhile, Draco’s just trying to live his big and best queer life: working for the weekend, chasing hot men, getting lost in Brighton's nightlife, and making friends with the neighbourhood cats. Why does his former school rival and crush have to show up and spoil everything?

There was so much to enjoy about this fic given the summertime atmosphere and just hanging out in the pubs, having some smokes, and eating bits of this and that. Harry in this fic is going through some changes in his life but is still on solid ground physically and mentally. We think Draco is too, but there is a vulnerability there and, of course, Harry wants to fix it. One of my favorite things about this fic is Harry's innocence but also sense of adventure. Draco introducing him bit by bit to his lifestyle and the atmosphere of Brighton and Harry is wide-eyed but also enthusiastic. Very cute. Oh and asking for gossip about fellow classmates was a riot. Poor innocent Harry. :) A lovely feel-good fic with definite moments of seriousness. Read and definitely give MA some love with comments!

Everybody Hates a Tourist on AO3

Drarry Tumblr Fic/Art Resources

I know most of you are probably already following @thedrarrylibrarian, but not everyone goes to the home page of someone's Tumblr site. This is a must for @thedrarrylibrarian because there is so much packed into a few links. The first thing you should do is read the FAQ on the home page before you get started. Especially if you're looking for a type of fic. Some fic genres and tropes aren't covered. Also, if you're looking for a specific fic, this is not the place as noted. That is @lostdrarryfics, another great drarry fandom resource.

What is on here is a Card Catolog, which gives a plethora of subject matters to find fics under. Like Beach Reads, or Spy!Draco or Raising Teddy. And even better, they are being continually updated.

Also there is the Reference Section, which is extremely helpful. Here's a few examples: How to Tag your Fic, How to Gain Friends & Friends Writing Fanfic, and How to Write Fanfic Summaries!

The last category, I've mentioned before and that is Friends of the Library, which is a list with links to the collaborations with other writers/artists/reccers/friends, which includes The Happy Hour events.

And finally, you can always ask for a type of fic(s) to fulfill a certain want or need. :)

A lot of work has gone into the site. It's very easy to use, which I particularly am a fan of. So go play around and see what you can discover in the @thedrarrylibrarian!

Tomorrow is a holiday and I'm not sure I'll be making a post as we have some family plans. Hope everyone enjoys their week!

Rom

#romaine2424 daily blog #july 2023

[sweeethinny]

love like in a fairytale

A one shot Hinny Au with Jily Lives and no Voldemort or war, where only Harry is a wizard and Ginny is a muggle girl who sometimes walks in the streets of Godric's Hollow and who caught the boy's attention. Just because I wanted to write a cute story about Harry living in a house like out of a fairy tale.

(Harry's outfit is like a tailcoat, but imagine that instead of a suit, it's like a long-sleeved blouse and the train is longer. Like the long robes Dumbledore wears.)

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Harry was walking around the village, not because he would like to meet a pretty redhead that he had seen the other day walking around, just because Darcy, one of their cats, was in dire need of some exercise, and he liked to go for walks.

The village was quiet, as usual, and Harry waited anxiously for the girl to appear and he could try to strike up a conversation with her, maybe ask her name or where she was from —- Godric's Hollow was a small village, everyone knew each other there, and Harry was pretty sure he'd never seen her around before.

He went to the creek, thought he should have brought his broom to fly for a bit, and then sat down under a tree.

As much as the other villages were Muggles, this was a predominantly wizarding region, so he didn't feel bad about wearing his robes even on the street. The pants were black, and the top was like a big dress but with a big slit in the front of the legs so that flying was comfortable. There was a golden cord tied around his waist in an attempt to not look so much like Dumbledore, and the buttons on both the chest and the sleeves were the light blue that his mother had helped him choose.

Harry watched Darcy play and chase a butterfly, the brindle cat had short legs, a prominent belly, long fur and green eyes, like he and Lily, a coincidence that led to his adoption.

After waiting what seemed like an eternity, Harry stood up, hopeless that he would find the redhead. ''Darcy,'' He called to the animal, who ran to accompany him on the way back.

The cobblestone streets were still as empty as earlier, only a few neighbors waved at Harry from their windows, and he thought that maybe the girl was just lost in the area. It was common for people to make the mistake of entering Godric's Hollow instead of the other villages, the signage on the bridge was terrible and because it was super small and familiar, there were no signs there, as everyone believed it was very easy to walk around without lose.

If there were more than three thousand people, it was a lot.

When he opened the gate to their house, Darcy ran to the back, probably desperate for his bed in his mother's orchid garden, always preferring to stay there rather than sleep inside their house like the other cats.

They had a few… 6 to be exact, but in their defense, Harry and Lily were simply in love with these beautiful hairballs.

''Petals,'' James sighed. Harry watched the parents were in the living room, Lily sitting on the sofa, a puppy on her lap (all dirty, skinny, missing hairs in places and looking a lot like it had been almost eaten alive) and a sad look on her face, while James was sitting by the window, where all of his painting supplies were placed. The easel covered in paint was positioned in front of him, diagonally with the light coming from the window, his clothes were simpler and they were all stained with paint, as were his hands that held the brush.

''James...'' Lily whimpered. ''Oh, Harry!'' She smiled hopefully, and the boy walked over to his mother. ''Look at this, I found him almost becoming vulture food near the bridge,'' The dog had an old cloth around him, just his front paws and head sticking out, but when Lily opened the cloth and showed the entirety of it, Harry grimaced in disgust.

''Merlin, mum, poor thing,'' He closed his eyes, feeling a pang. ‘’Are we going to keep him?’’

''Yes.'' Lily smiled.

''No.'' James barely looked up from the painting. ''Lily, we have six cats, two ducks in the pond, four owls, and we feed the birds in our garden too, soon we'll be turning into an animal rehabilitation center!''

''And what's wrong with that?'' Lily snapped, looking to Harry for support, who nodded. ''Get the medicine box from the cupboard, I'll clean him as I can and then we'll find a potion to cure him,''

''Can I name it?'' Harry ran to the kitchen, grabbing the box they kept there for when one of the animals got hurt. They had a few, so fighting was something that was always going on between kitties.

''It's Mia's turn,'' Lily thanked him as he walked back into the living room, the two of them placing the poor dog on the coffee table like it was the most normal thing in the world —- and honestly, it almost was —- and the work began to remove all the dirt, dried blood, vulture feather and other dirt stuck in it.

''It won't be her turn because we're taking him to Mrs. Bachs and she's putting him up for adoption,'' James grumbled from the back of the room, still painting. Lily denied it and Harry chuckled softly, dripping some medicine to close the cuts.

''James, you know my opinion of Mrs. Bachs, and if I didn't take any of our six cats to her, it's not that dog I'll take,'' With tweezers and very carefully, with Harry holding the animal's head, Lily began to remove the small stones that were stuck to the flesh of the wound. ''Besides, we've never had a dog,''

''Lily, we have Sirius, why do you want one more?''

''Padfoot doesn't count, he's not a twenty-four-hour dog,'' Harry snapped, winking at his mother. ''Dad, don't be grumpy,''

''I think he's the one who wants to choose the name, but like I said it's Mia's turn...''

''He's jealous,'' added Harry. ''It's okay Dad, we've skipped her turn and you can name our new friend,'' He smiled at the little dog, who was watching him with extreme attention. ''When are we going to-'' He was interrupted by claps coming from outside, Lily and he looked at each other suspiciously, James got up from his chair to get a look at the window, the cats that slept there also stood up in alarm.

''There's a girl up ahead,'' James said, not understanding. ''A red-haired girl, I don't know what she wants, I don't think I've ever seen her before...''

#hinny #jily lives #harry x ginny #hinny au #my fic

[tatakaetime07]

Yay tysm! Can I request some Harry Potter x muggle! reader, where the reader is Harry’s neighbor and they are friends since they were kids. (Y/n) would always be the one who would protect him from the bullies because of how she was trained by her parents how to defend herself. Her father was even a good hunter and even took her to the woods to hunt with the use of a sniper rifle? Harry and (y/n) would meet every summer. They would hang out at the mall or the park. Harry never mentioned his girlfriend about him being a wizard, that's when at Hp7 part 1. She was captured by one of the dark wizards in Malfoy manor and she was tortured by Bellatrix till she was able to escape and kill a bunch of dark wizards along the way with a sword that was hanging on the wall. She encountered the other prisoners such as Luna and her father. She wanted to free them, to get them all out here but she was caught again and got thrown in. When she introduced herself to Luna, (y/n) didn’t expect that Luna knew her because Harry mentioned (y/n) many times in their talk.

✶ ⋆｡˚ ੈ♡ I'll be there for you,always Pt.1 h.p

A/n-This is my first time writing for hp,so tell what u think!^^

Pairing:Harry Potter x Muggle!Fem!Reader

Summary:Without knowing,you were childhood friends and in love with one of the most known wizards.For years you never knew of how much danger Harry was in,that is until you become suspicious,and is taken yourself.

Warnings:Cursing,violence,fluff

Word count-1.2k

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Growing up you were always told to stay away from the small boy next door;Harry Potter.You were always told how strange he was,mostly by the Dursleys,the family he stayed with,when they would come over.It was odd in itself how easily Harry's aunt and uncle made fun of the very kid they took care of.

He seemed normal,a bit shy,but he looked sweet enough.You felt terribly guilty everytime you saw him being bullied.You never wanted to cause attention to yourself,and although selfish,you knew what would happen if you were to ever try and defend him.You knew you could,since,growing up with a father who was in the military,that you could fight them off.It didn't mean you should,at least thats what your mother had told you.

One day though,while sitting on the swings during lunch,you noticed how half of the children around you ran,starting to form a little circle.You were curious,so you stood up,walking over to them.

However,the sight before you made your heart break.There,sprawled on the ground was Harry Potter.A few boys stood around him,laughing and mocking him.You had seen that sort of thing before,like when the teacher wasn't looking in class.

But what came out of one of the boys's mouth shocked everyone.

"Are you crying?Maybe you should go to your mommy and daddy.Oh wait."

Everyone knew of what happened to Harry's parents,the only reason thet knew though was being his cousin Dudley wouldn't shut up about it.However no one had ever spoke about to his face,not even those who loved teasing him.

Multiple people let out an audible gasp,I mean why wouldn't they?Even Harry,who usually had a stone cold expression had obvious little tears brimming his eyes.You noticed his jaw clench while he glared up at the boy in front him.But even after a few seconds nothing happened,no teachers came to aid the poor boy,not even his own cousin who was watching came to help.That's when you knew you had to do something.

"Hey!"You shouted,but immeadedly shrunk into yourself as multiple pairs of eyes turned to you.

You heard one of the bullies scoff,and you could feel your blood boil as a new-found confidence entered you.

"You think its funny to make fun of others?"You shouted as you subtly went and walked in front of Harry,eyes narrowed.You didn't know at that moment just how much it meant to Harry,if you had been anyone else,you would've seen how Harry's eyes glazed over in admiration as he stared up at you.

"Why else would I be doing it?"He laughed while smirking,his friends clapping him on the back.You approached the bully which caught him off guard,but you saw how he tried to shake it off.

"Does it make you feel bigger,making others feel smaller?"It was a genuine question,and even though,being at the young age of 8,you didn't how someone could be so bitter.

Whatever laughter that had been going on ceased as you and the bully in front of you shared a glare.

"You think you know so much about me, huh?Maybe you just can't take a joke-"

And that's when a large crack rang through the courtyard.You couldn't take it anymore.Who thought that they could say shit like that?The boy landed on the ground as he went to touch his nose,blood smearing his fingers.

Some people applauded you while others looked at you as if you were a dangerous freak.

"W-what the fuck,y-you fucking hit me!"

Others alerted this to a teacher and you were,of course sent home.But instead of feeling dread you felt a smile linger on your features.

Later that day,when walking out of your house to get the daily newspaper,you were surprised to hear a meek voice call out.

"Thank you.Erm (Y/n),right?"

You turned towards the voice,and there he was.Harry had a few bruises and a new crack in his glasses,but his expression looked elated.You were slightly shocked,you had never once talked before,so this was new,but the warm little fuzzy thing in your chest was anything but.

"Yea,and y-you don't have to thank me,"You replied bashfully while swinging back and forth on the balls of your feet."And I should've done it earlier anyway."

When you looked up, you were taken aback by the light blue eyes staring right back at you.All there was in between you both was a short fence,and other than that was just small tension.

"Really,no one else has ever stood up for me like that,it was brilliant. "It was a sad thought knowing he had never been treated like am equal,but you understood the sentiment,and in your small 8 year old heart you knew you would do anything for that boy.

"Well if I dont,who will?"He didn't reply as you both just stood on your yards in a quiet silence.You heard your mother ask what was taking so long and took as a sign to rush back inside."I know we don't really know each other but if you ever need me,I'll protect ya."

It was a bit brave of you to even think he would want to continue talking to you,but the way he just pushed out all those negative thoughts made you mot care as much.

"We thank you for being knight and shining armor,(Y/n)."Harry pretended to bow as he laughed.

You cracked a smile as you played along,bowing right back."Of course,Harry."

You both laughed while blushing,you scratched the back if your neck,walking over to your mailbox and grabbing the paper.."Well,I gotta get this back to my mum."

"Sure!I'll uh,see you later."

"Yea,see ya later."

You walked towards your house too,the beating of your heart never slowing.

"Honey what took you so long?"Your mother worriedly asked as she looked to from the kitchen.

"I was just um..I was just talking to a friend."It was the partial truth,you hopefully would see each other more often.

"A friend?!Oh that's wonderful darling!"

After that you were attached at the hip,being together and hanging around each other 24/7.And whenever someone would tease you made sure they wouldn't try and mess with him again,you suppose that training from your father really did come in handy.

You would of course stick together over the years,but after a while he would start leaving for months at a time every year,and you started to become suspicious,and everything seemed so different,when Harry told you his secret you weren't sure how to feel,but you didnt really get the chance to talk,especially when you yourself were taken.

#harry potter fic #Harry Potter x reader insert #hp x reader #harry potter oneshot #X reader #x reader fic #harry potter x fem!reader #harry potter fluff #reader insert

[jimblejamblewritings]

it just sort of... happened | part 3.

Summary: After Hogwarts is turned upside down after Harry Potter started attending, a new normal DADA professor seems like a Godsend.  

Warnings for the Series: age gap age gap age gap (however reader is of age because anything under deserves jail time no exceptions). student-teacher relationship. slow burn because obviously. smut at some point. honestly nothing else. forbidden love trope BUT ONCE AGAIN of age reader

Pairing: remus lupin x reader eventually, professor!remus x student!reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Christmas was spent at Cedric’s house since you two had spent it at your house last year. Not that it meant much. You and Cedric lived fairly close to each other, nothing more than a ten minute walk on a nice day. You sat on his kitchen counter with a large bowl in your lap. Whenever you were at the Diggorys, you were put to work helping your friend in the kitchen.

Cedric was cooking the bacon as you kept kneading the dough for apple cinnamon rolls. His uncle sent over a large cookbook last Christmas with American dishes or their versions of dishes and you two were determined to eventually get through the entire book. While the rolls were baking, you two were ready for your second Christmas tradition.  

With your scarf bundled tightly around you and a jar that had a warming charm in it, you and Cedric left the house. You wanted to look at the house in the village with the singing tulips. There was one cottage that was so rundown, no one could possibly live there. A few cottages were like that. Something happened years ago. Freak potions accident gone wrong that almost burned down the whole neighborhood. But the real estate was cheap and you had been eyeing one of the cottages for years.

You were going to move there after graduation and fix it up. Some people had already started doing that. Because it wasn’t completely hidden away like houses in the Diagon Alley area or a wizarding village like Hogsmeade, most of the people fixing up cottages were wizard-muggle couples. You liked that. Then your neighbors would be nice. You also liked that they seemed to vary in ages. You weren’t going to be terribly younger than everyone. Some of them actually had children your age that you and Cedric had made friends with but they were squibs so they went to muggle school.

“So what if the cottage has been bought?”

You gasped. “How dare you say that.”

Cedric rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying. You’ve only been looking at the one with the small lake.”

“Because it’s perfect for a pool. Don’t you want a pool, Ced?”

“What makes you think I’m going to live with you?”

“Are you going to ask Cho Chang out… No? Then I look forward to sending a picture of the engagement ring I want.”

“Well, what about you?”

“What about me?” You asked as he held his cup of warm butterbeer to your lips so you could have some.

“I remember you making those lovesick eyes at Percy Weasley all last year and now you only give him a nod in the hall.”

“Because he has a girlfriend.”

“Wait, what?”

“It’s a secret. He said he was flattered but couldn’t go on a date, offered to set me up with Oliver though.”

“And?”

“And nothing. We couldn’t find anything to talk about past being friends with Percy. He thinks one of the twins is more my speed but that’s totally weird after looking at Percy… at least right away anyway.”

Cedric chuckled. “Merlin, we suck at dating… Your engagement ring is only allowed to be 1.2 carats.”

“Dea— Catcher?” Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion when your aunt’s owl landed on your shoulder.

Catcher was clearly headed somewhere before spotting you. She wasn’t the brightest owl. You were positive that she was dumber than Bennett which was saying something because you definitely didn’t get the smartest cat in the pet shop— Bennett didn’t even come from a pet shop, you found the poor thing abandoned by a dumpster back when you were ten. You took a look at the letter that Catcher was holding in her beak.

Before you really got a chance to see, your aunt’s owl was off your shoulder and flying again. You and Cedric followed her just for the fun of it. Lucky for you, Catcher was going to the village with the singing tulips. You weren’t aware that your aunt knew anyone in the tulip village. Your aunt’s owl nearly crashed into the window of the derelict cottage that you had your eyes on. You felt your heart sink, Cedric laughing because he told you so that someone totally bought it. The window opened to see if poor Catcher was alright.

“Professor Moony? You bought this place?!”

Remus looked from the owl to two of his students, completely surprised. He also wasn’t sure what he had missed in the brief moments he wasn’t paying attention that had Cedric laughing so hard while you looked on the verge of tears. In a classroom, he knew exactly how to calm his students down. Caught off guard, he knew nothing. Your stomps were heavy as you walked towards the window.

“Professor, you’ve ruined my life.”

Cedric came bounding up behind you. “Excuse the wife, she’s a bit dramatic.”

Right on cue, you threw your head back before dropping your forehead against Cedric’s chest. He rubbed your back with the same fake pity that you gave him all the time, trying not to laugh any harder. He stage-whispered to Remus who was even more confused.

“She’s been looking at this house since we were twelve. Almost all her allowance is in a savings account explicitly for it.”

“It has a lake!” You whined into his chest.

“It has a lake,” he repeated in a much calmer fashion.

You lifted your head and dramatically wiped at tears that weren’t there. “It’s fine, it’s fine. We’ll just buy another one.”

“What if all the others are b—”

“Finish that sentence and I will break our marriage pact.” You turned to Remus. “Professor, do you really live here? You bought this place? You heard about the good real estate too?”

Remus nodded. He couldn’t very well say that he had been living in the cottage nearly as long as you had been eyeing it considering it still looked a mess. All of his jobs before Hogwarts had never given him enough money to move anywhere but small basement apartments every few months.

When he heard about this village by chance, he had to take the opportunity. Up until this year, he had been renting it so he still had no money. But it was a permanent home and now, on his teaching salary, he could fix it up since he bought it.

You weren’t dejected for very long, suddenly excited over the prospects of being neighbors with your third favorite professor behind McGonagall and Professor Burbage who taught Muggle Studies. Remus had to admit that it was nice to be wanted. He didn’t realize how much he enjoyed teaching until he got students like you, the Golden Trio, Cedric, and all his first years. There was a want to learn specifically from him. He was respected as a person not just because he had to be respected as a professor.

Cedric started pulling you away, apologizing profusely to Professor Lupin, when you started unloading all of your design ideas for the cottage onto him. Remus laughed as he watched you guys look at a few houses before you pointed to what he could only assume was the new cottage you were planning on buying.

You and Cedric gave him waves as you walked out the village. Remus figured that you guys must have lived close by since you seemed to be only walking. The nearest Public Floo Network required turning right out of the village but you and Cedric had turned left.

He didn’t see either of you for the rest of Christmas break. But Remus did suddenly receive two gifts for the holidays— a box tea set and a cardigan. He received a third one from your aunt to which he gave a gift back. He would have to thank you for your aunt’s contact. After all his friends died, Remus thought that it was nice to have one again. And one that knew him and understood his pain. He was even considering meeting her for the next full moon instead of suffering it alone.

“You tried to become an Animagus?” Remus asked when you showed up early to his class after the break. Your better half was still in the bathroom.

“Did my aunt tell you that? That’s so embarrassing. I tried three times and kept dropping the leaf right before it was time.”

“Why don’t you try again?”

“Professor McGonagall keeps asking the same thing. I think she really wants me to get it. I don’t know, I was only doing it so my aunt wouldn’t be alone during full moons.”

The corner of Lupin’s lip pulled up in a smile. “I think you should try again at least one more time.”

You gave him a look before shrugging. “I’ll consider it, Professor.”

“Oh, and (Y/N),” he lowered his voice as other students came in. “The trick is to add some bubotuber pus to the leaf and stick it to the roof of your mouth, not under the tongue.”

“Isn’t that dangerous undiluted? And it smells awful. I don’t know about you, Professor Moony, but I can’t live down bad breath.”

“Mix it with Dirigible Plum juice. And don’t register. I find it’s more useful to not register with the Ministry.”

“Noted.”

McGonagall was more than overjoyed to hear you were trying again. A smirk crossed her face despite her shaking her head when you told her that you wanted to keep it quiet. She could only imagine where you must have gotten the idea to not register becoming an Animagus. However, she wasn’t going to say anything despite the fact that she wanted to brag about it. She said that much when she entered Remus’ classroom.

“Are you purposely trying to recreate your legacy, Professor Moony, or do you just manage to attract every rambunctious student with a penchant for reckless curiosity?”

“Did Harry mention the dementor training?” Remus asked as he scratched the back of his neck.  

“No, you just forgot that the youngest Mr. Weasley has a big mouth and extreme lack of spatial awareness… It’s nice to see you enjoying yourself, Remus.”

“Thanks, Minnie.”

Even without the tip from Professor Lupin, no one even noticed you talking less. It was officially OWL season. Almost the entirety of the second semester was just fifth years studying more and enjoying themselves less. Parties would die down in the upcoming months, relegated to Saturdays only. Hogsmeade would become even more of a paradise than it previously was. And you all would breathe out great sighs of relief when the whole ordeal was over and you could breathe a bit easier in sixth year.

You spat the mandrake leaf into the full-moon lit vial and trudged over to Professor Lupin’s office. The only thing left to do was wait for a thunderstorm with lots of lightning.

While you were excited about what your Animagus might be, you didn’t have too much time to dwell on it. You had a Charms textbook to read and flashcards to go over until it was permanently etched into your brain. You were going to ace all of your OWLs. That was a fact.

You grabbed the teacup that you had started using all the time whenever you had tea with Professor Lupin and brewed yourself a cup. You even bothered to light the fireplace just like how the fireplaces in the library were lit. Proper studying could officially begin. The words in your textbook started to run together until they lulled you to sleep. The cup of tea in your hand tilted until it was all spilling onto the carpet.  

“(Y/N)?”

You jumped at the voice. Remus was barely alert as he entered his office. Two days of the full moon down. One more left to go. Even with keeping his human consciousness thanks to the wolfsbane, he never wanted to risk it and chose to stay in the Forbidden Forest until his transformation was nearly complete.  

“Professor! Sorry, it’s just you said that Cedric and I could study here whenever everywhere else was crowded. And the library is completely full and my roommates won’t stop singing a song to help remember potions’ ingredients.”

Remus nodded absentmindedly as he accepted the cup of tea you brewed. He did offer up his office like some of the other professors because of how stressed all the students seemed. He was just so used to hearing you and Cedric quizzing each other back and forth that seeing you alone was a mild surprise. Also, the time.

“It’s past curfew, way past curfew if I’m back in the castle.”

You looked outside the small skinny window in his office. The moon had gone down and even though the sun wasn’t rising yet, it was first light.

“Shit, I’m so getting detention this time. Professor Sprout’s been having the elves snitch on all the fifth and seventh years if we’re anywhere outside our rooms past two. She keeps trying to get us all to calm down, says we’re pushing ourselves too hard.”

Remus sighed as you tried to not yawn while talking to him. It was the weekend so no students had class. He knew that you wouldn’t be missing any classes and while Pomona’s intentions were nice, detention would only stress you students out more.

“You can stay here until curfew is over.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

Remus nodded slowly. He summoned one of his spare blankets for you and stiffly walked to his room. Normally, he just passed out on the office couch or curled up under his desk. He was barely inside his room when you fell back asleep on the couch. This time the sleeping position was much more comfortable. You tried to thank Professor Lupin when you both woke up at much more respectable times but he just brushed it off and asked if you had any questions he could answer to put your mind at ease about the Defense Against the Dark Arts OWL.

While you still studied in his office, sometimes with Cedric and sometimes alone, you made sure to actually get proper sleep and leave before curfew. Remus got used to you in his office. He snorted at you and Cedric’s banter as he wrote lesson plans and created exam questions. When you were alone, he graded essays and tests in the comfortable silence of the space you guys created. You asked him questions and no matter how many there were, he always answered them.

You found that he was skilled in lots of fields past Defense Against the Dark Arts. Sometimes, when you were bored, Remus would entertain non-education related questions for short five or ten minute breaks. He would even ask you a few things when your brain was too overworked to even come up with a question.

“Professor Moony, you’re going to stay next year, right?” You asked as you came back with lunch for both of you.

Cedric still had quidditch practice, like some of the other players including Oliver Wood, because he was planning on going pro so you were studying alone that day.

“I plan on it.” Remus took the lunch.

“Good because you’re actually the best Defense professor we’ve had in a while… Well, Professor Quirrell wasn’t bad before he took that one year off and all of a sudden You-Know-Who is on the back of his head and he has a random stutter.”

“Well, I’m glad to be the best professor.”

You nodded furiously as you took a bite of food.

“Absolute best. Oh and I gave my aunt the modified wolfsbane for this month. She’ll try it since she’s able to hide away from people if it doesn’t work. Depending on what she says, I’ll give you the potion next time.”

“Thank you, (Y/N). And talking to your aunt has been lovely.”

“Professor… Do you like teaching?”

“I do, why?”

“I’ve been thinking about teaching more. I don’t really think I want to be a Healer past helping you and my aunt, I hate all my trips to St. Mungo’s. We can start doing career internships next year and I don’t want to pick the wrong one.”

“It’s not a set path, even if you pick something you end up not liking.”

“I know but… all my friends seem to already know what they want to do. Percy’s going to the Ministry, Cedric and Oliver are playing quidditch, Beatrice wants to run a nice pub, Aggie plans on a Ministry job too, and Lucy wants to be a housewife so she’s focusing on writing as a side job, something to keep her busy.”

“Lucy? Lucy Miller? I didn’t know she writes.”

“She’s actually pretty good. She keeps asking me for muggle book recommendations. I love her but she’s such a pureblood it hurts sometimes. If I give her any sci-fi books, I’ll get a hundred questions a chapter. Cyborgs really aren’t that hard to understand.”

“Is sci-fi your favorite genre?”

“Hmm, not really. I think I like realist fiction and fantasy the most.”

“Fantasy?”

“Oh, yeah. I read The Chronicles of Narnia at the beginning of the school year. I think it’s so fascinating how muggles are so wrong about magic. You don’t know how many books I’ve read where the unicorns don’t even have silver blood.”

“You really like muggle books.”

“I know most purebloods don’t but it’s a whole other world of books. When I was eight, my dad turned our attic into a library because my room was already starting to overflow.”

“Suddenly, I no longer feel proud of my collection.”

You turned your head to look at the shelves behind you. It wasn’t much but considering he had to buy all his books secondhand or risk having no money, he was still satisfied with it. If you weren’t his student, Remus could have mistaken you for a literary critic with the way you were eyeing his shelves. Whether you approved or not, he couldn’t figure it out considering you didn’t share your opinion. You pulled something from your satchel and slid it onto his desk as if it was a covert package.

“Frankenstein,” he read the title.

“Your shelf is impressive but I don’t get how you don’t have Mary Shelley. She’s a genius. Even Professor McGonagall couldn’t put the book down when I recommended it.”

“I try to stay away from monster books.”

You pursed your lips for a moment. “You aren’t a monster, Professor. It’s a condition nothing more than that… I have to go, Cedric’s practice is almost over. I hope you read the book, it might be more pleasant than you think.”

“(Y/N),” Remus called before you fully left the office. “It’s okay to not know what you want to do even if all your friends know. So many people try a bunch of different things before finding out what fits them. It’s okay if you like it at the moment and then realize it isn’t for you. Just go with what you think you’ll like, you can figure it out from there.”

“Thanks, Professor Moony.”

Remus’ advice put you at ease a bit. So did answering all of your questions about classes. You and Cedric ended up finding almost all your OWLs a breeze to take. Now, you still might have been wrong on plenty of it but the actual test taking was significantly less stressful. You two were trying to plan your summer now that you could just relax. School still wasn’t out yet but it was basically done for fifth years. Cedric’s thumb traced over your eyebrow as you stared at him, chin on his chest, while you laid on him.

“The quidditch camp takes up a lot of the day. I’ll be gone all mornings.”

“That’s fine, your career is a big deal. I’ll go visit the Weasleys or maybe even Professor Lupin when you’re gone.”

Cedric laughed. “You’re going to make him sick of you.”

“I’m his favorite student.”

“That is such a lie. You just talk the most.”

“Well, I’m going to go find him now and ask him. See you in the morning.”

You skipped to Professor Lupin’s office. Professor Snape almost knocked you over as he ran past you, seeming to have come from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Your aunt had written that the modified wolfsbane was a success. And after a couple more months of testing, the conclusion was complete success and not just a fluke. Taking one potion was significantly better than taking multiple so you were on your way to tell him the good news and that you would start brewing bigger batches for him and your aunt. You learned from many study breaks that he was never very good at making his own Potions despite being brilliant at the literature of it.

A pout came to your face when no one answered as you called for your teacher. He wasn’t in his office either. The map was laid out fully on his desk. You gasped when you noticed that a vial of blue potion was also on the desk.

Your eyes scanned the map that Remus had reluctantly told you about when you asked him for the hundredth time to try and find him. Panic flooded you as several names appeared around him— especially the names of Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. Remus must have rushed out the room the moment he spotted them, potion forgotten. You didn’t even have time to think about that. You grabbed the last vial and raced to find your professor before someone got seriously hurt. Why couldn’t the others have been away from him?  

Your eyes widened as you heard a howl and some screams when you got closer to the Shrieking Shack. Snape ran past you, practically carrying Ron who couldn’t properly use one of his legs. You didn’t see Hermione or Harry with either one of them. You clutched the bottle tightly in your hand as you ran to find either them or Lupin.

Hermione slapped a hand over her mouth to try and stop from breathing so hard. Harry was somewhere. She could hear the snarls of the werewolf, aware that she was probably Lupin’s current target. The snap of a branch made her eyes snap open. Lupin clearly heard it too as he moved away from her and to wherever the sound was.  

Your breath caught in your throat at seeing Lupin’s werewolf form. You had only seen your aunt as a werewolf once or twice but his figure was so much bigger. Much more imposing. Part of you wished that you had found Hermione or Harry first. Lupin lunged at you before you could even process it. The scream that left your mouth didn’t quite register as yours. Your hands shakily opened the vial and threw it at Lupin’s mouth. The smell of the wolfsbane alone sent the creature backwards and away from you.

Remus shook his head out, trying to figure out what happened. He remembered the Shrieking Shack and the full moon and now but there were at least fifteen minutes missing. The pained groan made him look over. He felt like he had been slapped in the face. The missing minutes came back to him all at once. The werewolf slowly approached you. Remus felt like he couldn’t breathe as he stared at all the blood. He barely missed your face.

But the amount coming out from between your hand that clutched your shoulder let him know that he had hurt you severely. Your sharp cry made him wince as he tried to get you onto his back so he could run back to the castle. He breathed out in relief when Sirius, who had recovered from Remus flinging his animagus form into a tree, came out of the trees.

“I got her, Moony. The kids are back at the castle, all of them. You didn’t hurt anyone else.”

Remus didn’t want to hear it, running deep into the forest.

(Part 4)

#remus lupin x black!reader #remus lupin x reader

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

How do you think their relationship would have changed/stayed the same if both Lily and Sev were male or female?

Both female answered here.

Both Male

Interesting.

You know, I'm not sure it would go that well.

Rather than Snape showing magic off to a pretty, girl, neighbor he's confronted with a pretty, boy, neighbor who is doing shit like making flowers bloom and floating in midair.

Lily is crazy talented, with no instruction, and I just don't see a young Severus taking that well.

I think he'd view the male Lily as competition, then when he gets sorted into Gryffindor, as the epitome of everything he loathes. Male Lily is popular, good looking, obnoxiously intelligent, beloved by all their teachers even when Snape shows more promise in things like Potions, and even if they were on mildly friendly terms before, male Lily being even in the vicinity of Potter and the gang would raise Severus's hackles.

(As it is, I imagine male Lily is bullied immensely by the marauders as the one dude in the dorm room who isn't going along with them and threatening to tell the prefect.

Lily outs himself very quickly as "the nark". Who is, also, hilariously poor, working class, and muggle (never mind the Marauders claiming to love muggleborns.)

He's going to be on their shit list and I'm sure he has the worst time.)

I imagine whatever mild good feeling there was between the pair falls apart very quickly as Snape continues to very openly resent Lily and everything he is.

Lily for his own part, probably hates this goddamn school.

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #severus snape #anti severus snape #lily evans #the marauders #anti the marauders #meta #headcanon #opinion

[magicallymalted]

HPHL Character Sheet - Deaglán Herrity

“I wish to look up at the sky from every corner of the world.”

࿐ General ࿐

Name: Deaglán Odhran Herrity

Name Meanings: “Full of goodness” “Dark-Haired One” “Member of an Assembly“

Nicknames: tbd

Birthdate: March 17th, 1880 (4:36 AM)

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Personality Type (MBTI): ENFP – The Campaigner

Blood Status: Half-blood

Nationality: Irish

Ethnic Background: Irish and Spanish

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Residence: Mulstone Manor at Caravalin (Hogwarts years)

࿐ Physical Appearance ࿐

Hair: Dark brown (nearly black), with an “irritating bit of curl”

Eyes: Brown

Height: 1.88m (6′2″)

Weight: 75kg (165lbs)

Body Type: Mesomorph - a little chubbier in his younger years, a little leaner in the older 

Skin Tone: Caucasian

Faceclaim(s): Jacob Ursomarzo (younger years), Calam Lynch (young adult years), Stuart Martin (adult years)

࿐ Background ࿐

Hometown: 

Deaglán grew up in Limerick for most of his childhood and spent a great deal of time within the company of his family, less so among their magical neighbors. At the age of eight, Deaglán and his siblings moved into their grandfather’s home in a neat little town they call Belfast — or rather, the countryside along the outskirts of the city, away from all of the riots and turmoil within the muggle community and the politics of the wizarding one. 

࿐ Family ࿐

Mother: Genevieve Purísima Herrity neé Boera

Born in Girona to a pro Quidditch player and a muggle lawyer, Genevieve spent her early years flip-flopping between a life of magic and a life of muggle-hood. A gifted singer with a mind too strong for those around her, she did not fare well with her peers at Beauxbatons and decided to switch to her mother’s alma mater, Hogwarts, in her second year and her parents resituated in Edinburgh. 

Hogwarts turned out to be close, but not entirely what she wanted either, so in her fifth year she transferred out to the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts to finish her schooling. During that time, she continued sending letters to her friend-turned-sweetheart, Rowan Herrity, who seemed intent on pursuing her in spite of their new disconnect.

After graduation, she married Rowan, and opted to more casually pursue a career in singing while simultaneously trying to convince her husband to pull a little farther away from his familial obligations, not interested in the slightest in being the Lady of Mulstone Manor. Such a perspective drove a bit of a wedge between her and her father-in-law, Lachlan Herrity, but Rowan nevertheless agreed to, at the very least, beginning their life together separate from the life of his father and the estate. Unfortunately, their time was cut short when she was bitten by a venomous tentacula when Deaglán was eight. Rowan did his best to save her from the predicament but ultimately fell victim to the same fate as well. 

Father: Rowan Marcus Herrity

The only son and heir apparent to a more reclusive pure-blooded family, Rowan first took interest in plants as he watched the raspberry bushes grow around the property of Mulstone Manor and observed some of the more magical plants in the greenhouses. When at Hogwarts, he was sorted into Ravenclaw and swiftly allied himself with fierce and like-minded students, including Genevieve Boera in second year, a newly immigrated Slytherin who he took a liking to. While upset when she chose to leave for the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts for her last two years of schooling, he did not stop in his efforts to remain in contact with her and maintain their relationship. He was quick to propose to her after graduating from Hogwarts in spite of complaints from his father, who thought Genevieve was more encouraging of poor decisions and was steering Rowan away from the family and into a life more fitting for a muggle.

An avid herbologist, Rowan devoted his life to the study of dangerous plants, both magical and otherwise. After leaving home, he built up a life with Genevieve by his side, and five kids (each with a few years between them). No more than a year after the youngest child was born, Rowan died trying to save Genevieve from a venomous tentacula, leaving Deaglán and his siblings to go live with their grandfather. While the inheritance was secured, Rowan had written it in his will that the children would not receive it until one of them married or the youngest came of age — a notion that Deaglán always a thought had to deal less with his siblings and more with the frustration toward his grandfather. 

Grandfather: Lachlan Cathal Herrity

Born and raised in Belfast and having spent most of his life within the confines of Mulstone Manor, Lachlan lived a comfortable albeit reclusive life that only became more so after the death of his wife, the late Lady Venetia. Caretaker of the estate and guardian to Deaglán and his siblings, Lachlan sought to mend the bridges that he burned with Deaglán’s father after he had left home and hopefully find a new heir for the estate. He was a stern man with a rough voice whose thousand-mile eyes and tone were the only betrayers of his caustic and severe manner, offering a softer look into the depths of his dilapidated spirit from years of solitude. 

He tried to do well by his grandchildren even if he was terrible at showing it, and while in control of their money and future for the time until they came of age or married, he intended to do everything he could to secure the future of not only his family but his home.

Elder Sister: Dubheasa Joanne Herrity

Uncontrollable, untamable, unruly. In spite of being the oldest, Dubheasa was only responsible when it came to looking after her younger siblings, but otherwise would throw all manners of caution and, well, manners to the wind. Vulgar, candid, and a little too reminiscent of her mother for Lachlan’s tastes, she is the wildcard of the Herritys.

Younger Sister: Margaery “Maggie” Anne Herrity

While Lachlan favors Maggie for being the most well-behaved of the bunch, Deaglán always enjoyed her company for the fact that she seemed to have an unrelenting imagination capable of dreaming up the most wild ideas. 

Younger Brother: Cillian Tadhg Herrity

Cillian enjoys the life of leisure the most out of all of the Herrity children, and would likely be the happiest taking over the estate if he wasn’t one of the furthest down the line and terrible at management to boot. While he could never intentionally hurt a soul, making tough decisions was not a line that he could pick up.

Youngest Sister: Patricia “Poppy” Herrity

The family “baby,” Poppy is prone to mimicking Dubheasa in her behaviors, but in Deaglán’s eyes is all the more charming for it. She’s slightly temperamental, especially when things don’t go by “the rules” (or whatever her definition of those rules may be), but she’s just as quick to placate situations as she is to instigate them.

࿐ Hogwarts/Magic ࿐

Wand:

Wood: Hornbeam

Core: Unicorn hair

Length: 11 1/2″

Flexibility: Rigid

House: Slytherin

Best Class: Astronomy

Worst Class: Care of Magical Creatures

Boggart: Seeing his siblings bitten by a venomous tentacula

Riddikulus: The venomous tentacula turns into a dancing (swaying) sunflower

Patronus: Panda 

Patronus Memory: Playing music with his father, mother, and Dubheasa

Mirror of Erised: Seeing the world

Amortentia (what he smells like): Raspberries, worn leather, iodine, and ink

Amortentia (what he smells): Lavender, freshly printed books, vanilla, citrus, almond

Quidditch: No

Prefect: No

Clubs: No

OWL Classes:

Transfiguration - Acceptable

Charms - Outstanding

Herbology - Exceeds Expectations

Astronomy - Outstanding

Potions - Acceptable

History of Magic - Exceeds Expectations

Defense Against the Dark Arts - Acceptable

Flying - Acceptable

OWL Electives:

Arithmancy - Exceeds Expectations

Divination - Outstanding

Care of Magical Creatures - Poor

NEWT Classes:

Divination - Outstanding

Astronomy - Exceeds Expectations

Charms - Acceptable

Arithmancy - Acceptable

History of Magic - Exceeds Expectations

Herbology - Exceeds Expectations

࿐ Career ࿐

11 – 18: Hogwarts Student 19 – Retirement: Travel journalist/author

Personality & Attitude: Deaglán moves through life with a relaxed sense of humor, constantly teetering between the practical and the dreamy and somehow striking a harmonious balance for both. Although it may seem to some that he is always looking upward to the neglect of what’s right in front of him, he does not intend to lose his footing by any measure. He has a strong sense of familial obligation and cares deeply for those that show him kindness in return. He is, admittedly, one of the softer Slytherins of his bunch, but he merely does not see his own ambitions in conflict with others and would rather help everyone to raise up their own simultaneously rather than tear them down to get ahead. 

Priorities: His family, his life goal(s)

Strengths: Compassionate, diligent, intuitive, creative, sociable, gracious, easy-going

Weaknesses: Defensive, reticent about his problems unless asked directly, can be passive-aggressive, and occasionally melancholy once goals are realized (”What’s next?”)

Stressed: When things remain stagnant for too long; when things don’t get completed; when being hounded by his grandfather; when making little decisions; when around magical plants

Calm/Comforted: Reading to Poppy; being near the ocean; picking raspberries; journaling (i.e., unburdening his mind)

Favorites: Exploring new places, jam and scones, sitting by a fire during a thunderstorm, craftwork

Colors: Earth / warm tones (sage, brown, clay, etc.)

Weather: Misty and foggy

Hobbies: Playing the tenor banjo, looking at star charts, keeping up with current events (muggle and wizard), traveling

࿐ Relationships ࿐

Friend(s):

Antonio Rosier @hufflefluffs -  Deaglán met Antonio while traveling abroad to France, inquiring into the possibility of interviewing him for a piece on wizard singers of the world. After connecting over music, his Spanish heritage, and this and that, the two became friends and stayed in contact. Bradford Pendleton @kc-and-co -  Deaglán spent much time commiserating with Brady over their shared disdain for the Care of Magical Creatures course at Hogwarts. Every now and then, Brady has even offered to slip him some answers to questions on his homework. Vinny Raymond @hogwartsmysteryho - Deaglán met Vinny after accepting to tutor the younger student in History of Magic and the two have been good friends ever since. Aileen Ua Breathnach @captainhowlreportingforduty -  Deaglán initially met Aileen at a dinner party when they were kids and eventually ended up becoming friends after all of the events henceforth that they would run into each other at. 

Acquaintances: 

Enemies:

Rivals:

S/O: 

Violette Durand @cursed-herbalist -

Deaglán met Violette in their shared Herbology class shortly after she transferred from Beauxbatons in her fourth year. They developed a casual friendship from interacting in class which turned into budding feelings after she helped him through a sudden bout of panic when confronting venomous tentaculas again in review for their NEWTs. They grew closer ever since and once they graduated from Hogwarts and went along their respective career paths, they wrote letters to each other and eventually reunited in Paris.

࿐ Kids ࿐

tbd

࿐ Misc & Trivia ࿐

Plays the tenor banjo since he was a kid; likewise, many of his siblings are quite musical in one thing or another

Strongly dislikes bell peppers

Speaks Catalan and some Spanish 

Has an affinity for Orchideous, albeit a generally useless one

Is quite fond of Amelia Edward’s work and is basically the biggest fan of Ezra Greenway 

Appreciates the warmth and idealistic vision of Impressionism

Had a panic attack during his first year Herbology lesson dealing with venomous tentaculas, and subsequently feels unnerved when having to interact with the plant

Secondary to his boggart, he fears an early death

In his later years, he compiled all of his writings into a book on his experiences in every continent— chronicling the people he met and their own stories— called Of People Places and Things: A Magical Anthology

#hphl #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwartslegacy #oc: deaglán herrity #hphl oc #harry potter: hogwarts legacy #1800s #character profile #oc #rp #deaglán herrity #deaglan herrity

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Severus must not fight for good!

Snape, for all his nightmarish character, was incredibly useful to the Order of the Phoenix. In fact, it was his work as a spy that allowed the Order, for all its small numbers, to contain the Death Eaters. I believe that this organization was on the verge of destruction in the seventh book, in large part due to the loss of the opportunity to receive valuable information about the plans of Voldemort and the movements of his servants. But I also think that Severus, with his backstory, shouldn't have gone over to the side of good at all. Just imagine: You are not a very handsome boy from a poor family, living in the poorest area of your hometown, where your neighbors are the worst of the Muggles, and your parents do not really care about you. And then you end up at Hogwarts, where most of your youth you are surrounded by people who hate you and laugh at your suffering. The only students who don't wish you harm are the Slytherins, who want as many people as possible to win over to Voldemort's side, largely because of the already ongoing first magical war. And tell me what are the chances of becoming a good person with such a life? Zero. We're told in the books that Snape went over to the side of the world because of his love for Lily, but to me, that's complete stupidity, comparable to a piano in the bushes. Am I supposed to believe that over the years of promoting the views of the Death Eaters and life in the appropriate environment, Severus was not so brainwashed that he would not wish Lily and her entourage a fate worse than death? Yes, in theory, he had to beg the Dark Lord to personally kill at least Lily herself for the sake of revenge on James (at the same time bypassing the problem with life debt). Snape should have logically become either a faithful servant of Voldemort or, at the very least, a dark magician with extremely specific moral boundaries, not at all sympathetic to light magicians. But even if a fantastic situation happens and he seriously goes over to the side of the Order, then, firstly, his intentions will not be 100% good, and secondly, he will be such a terrifying personality that, against his background, the bookish Severus is just a sweetheart who needs to wear in his arms for being so cute and kind. So yes, I believe that Snape is the Deus ex Machine in the world of Harry Potter, present on the side of good solely at the behest of the writer, who made no effort to come up with a more significant reason for such a change in personality.

#severus snape #harry potter #professor snape #order of the phoenix

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🧸 + 🛏 :)

We’re going to mix up some of my usual AUs here…

What drags Harry Potter out – yes, that Harry Potter, the Girl Who Lived – is the fact that the charity is for the poor orphaned children.

She hasn’t gone to many wizarding places since coming out. For all of the magic and transformations and charms, gender is harder to understand than someone’s neighbor turning into a rabbit. She usually sticks close to Ron and Hermione, visiting muggle places with her adoring godson. She’s left her job as an auror, working on building a non-profit organization that helps people ease into the Wizarding World and vice versa (Hedwig’s Home is the name). She tries to keep life quiet.

But there’s the charity. It’s for the children, Ron tells her. Go out of spite. Hermione helps Harry with finding a nice dress and is then sent all the way to Scotland where she promptly runs into her ex-boyfriend. Gideon Weasley has also left his job as a professional Quidditch player, turning toward coaching and finding ways to make the sport more equal for all.

(Remember how they dated back at Hogwarts? Harry was his Quidditch captain, and it was quite the scandal to find them in a passionate embrace under the Quidditch stands.)

So, Harry is there and is pointedly trying to ignore Gideon, but he clearly looks at her with so much love that causes her to spill champagne on Astoria Malfoy’s expensive dress. Their break-up was mutual back in school, or as mutual as one could get with a war happening, and the old feelings resurface in Harry’s heart – they’ve been resurfacing for a long time but denial is a beautiful thing.

The charity event is going to last for three days, and Ron and Hermione are the ones that made her hotel arrangements. (You don’t go anywhere! Treat this as a vacation!) Three days of putting on shiny smiles and uncomfortable shoes, sharply correcting ministry employees and stuffy aristocrats. Three days of appearing in public out of spite to save the orphans.

And that’s how Harry Potter and Gideon Weasley ends up in a hotel room with only one bed.

#hinny #fic #sirenicc #there is so much fun potential for a transfem harry i'm just saying #harry potter