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snapewrld · 2 years

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International Women's Day is when you just happen to know that all of your fave men (and masculine presenting individuals) in HP are getting strapped down by their respective partners.

I'm talking Molly and Arthur, Harry and Ginny, Remus and Dora, Lucius and Narcissa, Snape and whoever he happens to be dating at the time, etc.

Happy International Women's Day!

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melablaeck · 5 years

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Some more Harry Potter fanart - the golden trio: Harry, Ron and Hermione! The longer I’m in the Harry Potter fandom, the harder it gets to choose a favourite character. They’re all so good >.<

#Harry Potter #harry potter fanart #harrypotter #ron weasey #Hermione Granger #fanart #digital art #digital drawing #mb art #melablaeck #mela blaeck #ron weasley fanart #hermione granger fanart

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roonilwazlibimagines · 3 years

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omg the thought of Ron painting my nails like you said 🥺 His hands would probably be a bit shaky and he’d get the polish on your skin but he’d be trying so hard to make it look like you do, looking up at you occasionally as if to see if he was doing good. I love him sm

"Stop giggling it makes it harder for me to paint them,” he groaned, trying desperately hard to wipe the excess nail polish from the side of my middle finger with his thumb

We were sat on the bathroom floor as Ron was trying to paint my nails. He insisted that he wanted to try because he had always been intrigued by the muggle concept of it.

“It won’t come out like that.” I playfully rolled my eyes at him before continuing, “and don’t blame me when you’re the one with shaky hands.”

“Well I’ve never used this before,” he whined, looking up at me with wide eyes to see if I had noticed that he had gotten it all above my nail.

“It’s fine,” I gave him a reassuring smile, “you’re doing a good job, bubba.” I leant down to kiss his head and when I pulled back I saw his flushed cheeks as he focused on my nails.

“How do you always get it to look so good?” He asked, beaming up at me when he didn’t get the nail polish on any of my skin for my pinky nail.

“Practice,” I shrugged as he placed my hand down on my lap and told me to ‘let it dry now’ as if he were a professional.

I giggled as he squinted his eyes and bit his lip as he started painting my thumb. But he groaned when it got on the side of my finger.

“It’s okay, it will come off eventually when I shower.” His face turned a soft shade of red and I leant down again to kiss his head. “Thank you for painting my nails, bubba.”

When he had finished he grabbed my hand and started blowing on them, making me giggle as he mirrored what he saw me usually do when I painted them.

“I mean they’re not horrible,” his voice was slightly higher than usual as he held each of my hands in one of his and admired his work.

“They’re beautiful, my love,” I pulled my hands away so I could press my palms onto his cheek and pull him closer to kiss him but the kiss was cut short as Ron’s hands soon were placed over mine and we pulled apart as he whined, “don’t ruin them!”

#ron weasley #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley blurb #ron weasey fluff #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter blurb #harry potter fluff #hp #hp imagine #hp fluff #hp blurb #rw #rwb #rwf #blurb

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lunaverseimagine · 4 years

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HP Fic Recs Pt. 2

Pt. 1

For some of the amazing authors I didn’t get to appreciate in the first post, I see you and I appreciate the work you share 💖💛

Pure angst

Changes (George Weasley x Reader) by @wand3ringr0s3 Ripped my heart to shreds in the most beautiful way

Cursed (Neville Longbottom x Reader) by @poppin-potter One of those fics that just completely absorbs you into the story, absolutely beautiful

Angsty fluff

Clarity (George Weasley x Reader) by @ickle-ronniekins Beautiful soulmate AU that gave me many feels

Innocent Enough (George Weasley x Reader) by @hufflefluff-writer Written in such a clever way and made my heart melt

The Odd Magic of Books (Remus Lupin x Reader) by @slytherinwriter618 Ok so this fic captured my heart and then s h a t t e r e d it - readers, you have been warned

Hope (Sirius Black x Reader) by @blisfvll Very bittersweet, gave me f e e l s

Fluffy as a cloud

Deep End (Cedric Diggory x Reader) by @sdicapriox I felt complete after reading this, such gorgeous fluff for my sweet Cedric

Checkmate (Ron Weasley x Reader) by @theweasleysredhair As part of the Ron Weasley Defense Squad I approve this fic, I love the way you wrote him and you’ve fulfilled my fluffy needs

Bathtub (Percy Weasley x Reader) by @slytherinquill I don’t normally read for Percy but if this is what Percy fics are like I think I’ve changed my mind

Ponytail (George Weasley x Reader) by @parker-potters Gorgeous wholesome domestic fluff that’s making me wonder when I’ll get a George...

Can’t Help Falling in Love With You (Sirius Black x Reader) by @eleven-times-lively Sirius admitting his love to his best friend? Yes please

And the universe said I love you (Remus Lupin x Reader) by @thou-crusty-batch-of-nature I seem to have a thing for alcohol fics but let’s ignore that... this fic is so beautiful - fluff and mutual pining and some Sirius angst that just made my heart swell

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Go show these authors all the love they deserve for sharing these amazing fics with us!! ❤️❤️

I’ve already got a list of authors I want to include in pt 3, but if I haven’t included you yet and you write HP imagines please make yourself known to me so I don’t miss anyone (we stan a shameless self-promo!) 💖

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ofstoriesandstardust · 5 years

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The 5 Times He Almost Said I Love You (and the 1 time he did)-Ron Weasley

The 5 Times He Almost Said I Love You (and the 1 time he did)- Ron Weasley

A/N: Yes, I have requests in my inbox. Yes, I really should be spending my last two weeks of summer doing other things. But a couple of days ago, I couldn’t sleep, and thus, this was born. When I was originally thinking about doing this imagine, it was never going to be this angsty. And, then I decided to absolutely rip everybody’s hearts into shreds (including mine), so enjoy. This is my first five-time fic so I really do hope you guys like it because I’ve been dying to write for Ron.

Warnings: Angstttttt,

Word Count: 3,758

Prompt List Masterlist

1. When the Order moved Harry

He knew the risks, just as well as you did. When you had initially volunteered to take the Polyjuice Potion and go in place of Fleur to move Harry, he had protested. He fought you tooth and nail on the situation, but there was no denying that you were of age and more than capable of taking care of yourself if something were to go wrong. Ron had made Bill promise to do his best to protect you from harm, and Bill wholeheartedly agreed, not wanting to see you get hurt either. You had grown up alongside Ron as your dads had been friends through their jobs at the Ministry. The Weasley family had taken you in after your parents had been killed by Death Eaters the year prior. Ron knew that you’d be willing to throw yourself in the midst of any dangerous situation to avenge your parents. But watching your disgusted face as you took a gulp of the Polyjuice Potion, he knew he was not ready to face the undeniable truth that he may very well lose you, the girl he loved, in this coming war. As you two had grown up together and gotten into your late teens, you had passed the line of best friends into some middle ground of not best friends but not quite lovers. He wanted to tell you just how much he cared for you, but he was so terrified to lose you, to ruin your friendship, that telling you how he felt wasn’t an option. But as he stood outside, looking up at the ominous sky, he thought about what came after. After the war, after Voldemort was defeated, he wondered if he told you if you’d feel the same. He didn't get much time to ponder his thoughts as you pulled him into a hug. It didn’t feel final, but he knew what you were trying to communicate with him. He could feel the fear and adrenaline seeping off of you. He squeezed your hands as you pulled away. “See you in a bit.” He mumbled, pulling your heads together, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“See you on the other side, Weasley.” You graced him with a smile and climbed on the threstal behind Bill. Ron nodded to Bill, before climbing on to his broom and facing Mad-Eye. As soon as you all got into the sky, the chaos began. It was clear that someone had told the Death Eaters Harry would be moved that night. As Ron focused on defending himself, he lost sight of you in the sky. It was utter chaos until he reached the ground of his home. Hermione ran and attacked him in a hug and Harry wasn’t far behind. As he pulled away from them, he couldn't help but wonder where you were. You should be here by now. As Arthur and Fred returned behind him, Ron knew something was wrong.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Ron looked between Harry and Hermione and when he received no answer, he looked to Remus, Tonks, and Kingsley’s grim faces. He felt his father and Fred pause beside him, but he didn’t waste another second as he took off into the house. There you were, lying still on his couch, as Molly cleaned your wound and George held your hand. He felt the others follow him but he didn’t wait for them, rushing to your side. George had tear streaks on his face and Ron had to choke back several sobs. From behind him, he heard Remus explain that Snape had missed George and ended up hitting you, meaning you also narrowly missed the Killing Curse that had been sent your way. He ran his fingers through your hair as he prayed that you would wake up. He rested his forehead on yours, just like he did earlier. “Please wake up (Y/N/N), please, please. There’s so much I still have left to tell you, so much left to do. I can’t lose you. Please.” He whispered that last word, vowing that if you woke up, he would tell you how he felt. He heard you groan and try to turn your head, hissing at the pain. He moved back, giving you some space.

“How’re you feeling?” George asked.

“Terrible, really. But maybe this means I’ll have to hear your nonsense less. You know seeing as I’m missing an ear now and everything.” Fred laughed softly.

“That’s our girl.” Fred said with a smile on his face. As the mood lightened and everyone began to talk amongst themselves again, Ron stayed by your side. You played with his fingers as he ran his thumb over your forehead.

“So, uh, hey, what is it that you needed to tell me?” Your voice was soft, your attention still on seeing the different way your fingers could intertwine.

“Huh?” Ron was caught off guard, he was so happy you were, for the most part, okay, he had forgotten there was something he needed to tell you.

“When I was waking up, it sounded like you were saying that you needed to tell me something.” You explained, looking up into his eyes.

“Oh.. yeah.. that..” He cleared his throat and steeled his nerves. He could do this. “I just- I just wanted to say- you know before it’s too late- (Y/N)- I-”

“Mad-Eye’s dead.”

2. Bill and Fleur’s wedding

It had been a few days since you had gotten hurt and there had not been a down moment since. As much as Ron wanted to, he hadn’t had a good opportunity to sit down and tell you the true extent of his feelings. As he helped seat different wedding guests, he hadn’t noticed you walk through the tent. He heard the twins laughter and turned to look for the source, spotting you standing next to the twins as they told a joke. He made his way to you and stopped short next to Fred, breath caught in his throat. The twins cleared their throats, excusing themselves, sharing a knowing look. He disregarded them, stunned by your beauty. You were gorgeous. You moved a piece of hair behind your only ear, a nervous tendency of yours. “Cat got your tongue, Ron?” You asked giving him a teasing smile. He cleared his throat.

“You... you look amazing. Really, (Y/N).”

“You too Ron.” He stood there unable to take his eyes off of you until you spoke again. “So, uh, do you want to dance later? I want to see if your dancing skills are still as bad as they were when you danced with McGonagall.”

“You’re never gonna let me live that down are you?” He asked, chuckling.

“Absolutely not.” You stated firmly, shaking your head as a smile graced your features. At that moment, Ginny appeared, trying to push you towards your seat as the ceremony was starting soon. “I’ll see you on the dancefloor, Weasley.” you said as you waved, following Ginny in the other direction. As Bill and Fleur exchanged their vows, he caught your gaze, sending you a smile. You sent one back. As the ceremony ended, Ron got caught up talking to one of the party guests, that it was at least an hour before he was able to pull himself away, and that was only because Bill had come by and asked if he could borrow him.

“So, Ronald, why aren’t you with your girl?” Bill asked and Ron shot him a confused glace until Bill pointed to you. “I see the way you look at her. And I see the way she looks at you.” As he looked back at Bill, Bill nodded. Ron made his way over to where you were standing with Hermione and Harry.

“I believe you owe me a dance.” He said, grabbing your attention. You excused yourself from the conversation, missing the look Hermione and Harry shared with each other. You both made your way to the dancefloor, and as you did, the music slowed. Ron put his hands on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You absent-mindedly rubbed your thumbs at the nape of his neck, head resting on his chest. “(Y/N), I- I need to tell you something.” You looked up at him, giving him the push to continue. “(Y/N), I lo-” At that moment, a burst of light flooded the center of the room, and your attention was diverted to the speaking Patronus, It was Kingsley’s voice, saying that the ministry had fallen. He unknowingly pulled you closer to him, wanting to protect you from the coming danger.

“They’re coming.” The voice said and instantly, the chaos began. You got pulled away from him as Hermione pulled him towards Harry and it wasn’t until they were running down a busy Muggle street, trying to get out of sight, that he realized he hadn’t gotten to tell you he loved you.

3. Reuniting at Hogwarts

As he followed Neville through the portrait and towards Hogwarts, his mind couldn’t help but wander to you. It had been months since he had seen your face, seen your smile, held you in his arms. It had been a long year and he wanted to ask Neville about any news of you but was afraid of the answer. He hadn’t heard your name on the radio, not on the missing person list nor the death count. He was unsure if you had gone back to school but you had been friends with Neville for a long time, so he knew you must’ve rejoined the DA when Neville reformed it. Hell, you had probably been the driving force in standing up to Snape and his bullies. As he, Harry, and Hermione emerged into the Room of Requirement, his eyes searched desperately for you or Ginny. And then-

There you were. Clutching on to Dean and Seamus for support as they headed for Neville. Your clothes were torn and covered with a layer of dirt. “What happened?” Neville asked, concern laced in his voice.

“Incident with the Carrows. Fell. Fine.” You answered in between short breaths, pain evident on your face. Neville raised an eyebrow.

“Really. You’re fine?” He questioned. “Then walk without the support of Dean and Seamus.” They exchanged a look and stepped back. You tried to step forward but fell into Ron’s arms. You clutched onto him like a lifeline, looking up at him.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you.” He said softly. Ron helped lift you up to a standing position and you faced Neville.

“Ok so clearly, I’m not fine. But I think my ankle is just broken.” Neville nodded, and Ginny, who had joined the group, offered to fix it for you. You nodded as Ron sat you down on the floor. As Neville and Harry got into it over why Harry was really there, Ginny fixed up your ankle. She did the spell, you grimaced in pain. Looking up at the boys arguing, it was clear Harry was really only entertaining Neville’s conversation until Ron was ready to leave. “Go. Harry needs you right now.”

“But-” He protested, not ready to leave you so soon after just getting you back.

“Go. I’ll be fine. Promise.” He nodded, knowing you were right, but yet, he still hesitated. He still needed to tell you.

��(Y/N), I just need you to know that-”

“Ron!” Harry called, sounding frustrated.

“Go.” you urged him. He looked at you, and then back at Harry. He looked at you once more, before nodding his head and following Harry out of the Room of Requirement and away from you.

4. During the Battle

The Horcruxes had been destroyed and the Battle was raging. Ron made his way toward the heart of the fighting, where he knew you had to be. He dodged a couple of curses and fired back spells. He sharply rounded a corner only to collide with another body. He fell backward, grip on his wand tight, ready to fire another spell. “Ron?” You questioned and he looked up to see your face. He scrambled upwards, clinging on to you as if you were a lifeline.

“(Y/N), you’re ok.” he breathed, thankful that you were still well and breathing. He looked over your body for the sign of any major wounds, but aside from a couple of new scrapes and a cut bleeding right above your left eyebrow, you were largely unscathed. He felt so overwhelmed with emotion at that moment, all he wanted to do was kiss you. He gently grabbed the sides of your face and gave you a soft smile. He could tell you right here, right now, at this moment, al he had to do was connect his lips to yours. You two had aways communicated through body language and the horrible pit in his stomach created by his fear only further pushed him. And then-

“(Y/N)!” A voice screamed and you both turned to see Neville a few feet away. Blood dripped down the side of his face but you turned your attention back to Ron. You gripped his forearms as your breathing increased.

“(Y/N)-” He began but was yet again cut off.

“Ron!” Hermione's voice found it’s way through the chaos and you turned to see her disheveled stance, waiting for him to rejoin her.

“Go, I’ll be ok.” You whispered, offering him a weak smile, more in attempt to reassure yourself than him.

“Ron!” It was Ginny’s voice this time and he knew his time was up.

“Stay safe, ok? I-” love you. The words died on his lips as you took off in Neville’s direction, following him down a hallway where another section of the battle was being fought. He followed Ginny and Hermione out into the courtyard, unable to shake the horrible feeling forming in his stomach that it was too late.

5. At the end

The sound of Voldemort’s voice sent shivers down Ron’s spine. But the pause in the fighting was much needed and he followed Hermione to the Great Hall. He knew once he saw you, this horrible feeling living in his stomach would subside, at least a little. Or so he hoped. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was gravely wrong. As he made his way through the vast space, his stomach turned over as he saw all the dead. Colin Creevey. Lavender. Tonks. Remus. He spotted Neville sitting a few feet away, eyes glazed over as Luna hugged him. Dean and Seamus sat next to each other clinging on to the other as if it was their last hope. He spotted his family a few feet away from them, surrounding a cot and his stomach dropped. Ginny was hugging his mum as his dad looked down. Fred stood next to Percy, as George cried over the body. Bill and Charlie stood a few feet away, looks downcast. His mum gasped as he came within in the sight of his family. George jumped up and wrapped him in a hug as Ron began to sob with the realization of who was laying there. You. You looked so peaceful, but you were too young to be that peaceful. You were too young. You were supposed to live a long life, a life with him. He sobbed over your body, the world slowing down around him. How? How could this happen to someone so good? The girl who always had a smile on her face, the girl who lit up any room she walked into? It began to feel like he was drowning. How was he supposed to do this without you? He didn’t want to. He couldn’t. As sobs wracked his body, he numbly heard Fred explain that during the battle, there had been an explosion. You had pushed him out of the way just in time, saving Fred but you had been crushed under the wall. As Ron cried, his heart continued to break as he realized he never got the chance to tell you he loved you. He could say it now, but it wasn’t the same. You were gone, you would never know.

the one time he did-

Life without you had been dark. Without your light, he felt lost. It seemed to him that everyone seemed to be coping well without you. Sure, it had been hard at first but 8 months later, it seemed that everyone had figured out how to navigate life without you, except him. He yet to figure out their secret and instead lived life in a drunken stupor. The feeling of the Firewhiskey coursing through his veins was the only thing that seemed to take the edge off, the only thing that seemed to numb the pain slightly. The week prior, he drunkenly confessed to Hermione that he had never gotten to tell you how he truly felt and she had convinced him to visit your grave. He hadn’t gone to your funeral, he couldn’t bring himself to. Visiting your grave would make it real and he could no longer pretend that you weren’t really gone. Hermione had convinced him that if he sobered up long enough to visit your grave and say those three little words out loud, he could begin to cope and heal and move on. She told him he had to let go and move on with his life. He thought it was a bloody stupid idea, truly. How could he move on without you? There was no life to be lived without you in it. But yet here he was, sober and read to disapparate to your grave. Ginny and Harry had convinced him that it was a good idea, just to try. His parents supported it too, wanting to see him get better. Still, he hesitated. But eventually, he gathered his wits and appeared at your grave. Ginny had taken over the funeral preparations and had even chosen what the headstone would say. It was a sleek black stone in the ground. It had your name and the year you were born and died as all typical headstones do. Below it, the stone wrote “To the brightest star, may you still shine just as bright up there. Rest easy.” The grave was found in a large cemetery dedicated to those who gave their lives in the Battle. A few feet away, he could see Tonk and Remus final resting place as well. As he gathered his surroundings, he noticed a plaque at the entrance of the cemetery, probably explaining what everyone there had died for. He took a deep breath, looking back down at your stone. He rubbed his hands on his pants awkwardly, unsure of himself. He felt pretty stupid talking to a stone, but he couldn't help but admit that the words had been dying to escape him and if saying these feelings out loud hoping someone above heard him would alleviate the pain and make his world that much lighter, he was willing to look like an idiot. Not like there was a lot of people around in the cemetery to look like an idiot in front of. Taking another deep breath, he tried to gather himself and his thoughts. Sitting down, he began with a shaky breath. “Merlin, (Y/N), this feels so stupid, talking to you and not knowing if you’re listening. Hermione says it’ll help, make things easier, but I don’t know if there is a life to be lived without you. You were my best friend. I remember when we were kids and we used to have a competition to see who could throw the garden gnomes the farthest. We used to laugh so much together and there was never a dull moment with you. You were so strong and talented and so bloody perfect- Merlin, (Y/N), this is so hard. It’s been so hard without you. There’s no one to offer me a smile even when I’m being a dick, knowing to give me a hug without me even having to ask. The world’s not the same without you. Why’d you have to die? Why’d you have to sacrifice yourself? This isn't fair. I can’t do this without you. Especially knowing that I never got to tell you- that I- I love you (Y/N). Always have, ever since we were kids. And not in the hey she’s like my sister love, but I love love you. And I just can’t- I still love you. I probably will never stop. And I never got the chance to tell you or say goodbye. You were just... gone. Why’d you have to leave me? It... it hurts (Y/N). Everybody has seemed to figure out to say goodbye to you and life without but I just can’t- I don’t want to say goodbye. Because like Peter Pan said in that stupid muggle movie you used to make me watch, saying goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting and I don't want to forget you, (Y/N). I can’t. I love you. I loved the way your hair shone in the sunlight while we played Quidditch. I love the way your nose scrunched up when you disagreed with something and the way you were so passionate about everything you did. I loved how you used to sing under your breath when you didn't think anybody was listening. I loved your sass and sarcasm, and all the hugs you gave. You were so kind and so good- I can’t forget you, because forgetting you means forgetting all the things I loved about you. I love you, always have, always will. And I don't want to forget. I can’t forget. But this hurts so much.” His voice gave out at the end and he dissolved into sobs. But as he sat on the ground, his body heaving with sobs, the pain began to subside. Saying all these things out loud, speaking them into existence, he knew he loved you and would never forget you. Moving on did not mean forgetting you, moving on meant he had to learn how to live a life without you, knowing you were watching him from above. And letting go of some of the pain and feelings he had kept within himself, he finally felt ready to began to move on. Maybe he would never love another, maybe he would never truly move on and let go. But this was a start. Wherever you were, you now knew he loved you and for him, that was enough.

#ron weasley #ron weasley imagines #ron weasey imagine #harry potter #this is the longest thing i've ever written #please don't let it flop

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yourfaveisprosnape · 5 years

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The Granger-Weasleys are pro-Snape!

[ID: The Granger-Weasleys from The Cursed Child in front of a striped flag, green/silver/black, end ID]

#granger-weasleys #ron weasley #hermione granger #rose granger weasey #rose weasley #harry potter #yourfaveisprosnape #pro snape

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accio-peach · 6 years

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Dialogue Prompt: “I can’t sleep at night.”

A/N: It’s really not often I write things like this, but I was super inspired. I usually keep myself in a small box of only: Dramione and Draco x reader fanfiction.

Tell me how it is!

Dialogue Prompt: “I can’t sleep at night.”

The great hall bustled with everyone returning from their summer holiday. Everyone seemed cheerful. Their smiles and laughs echoing.

Cheerful to see their friends. Cheerful to be one year closer to graduating. Cheerful in general. Their happiness bounced off the walls, radiating off each and everyone of them. It was intoxicating and infectious.

I had nothing to be cheerful for.

I could feel my sweater rubbing against my left arm. A simple reminder of what my life had become.

Draco Malfoy. The “chosen one.”

I was fucking scared. Terrified. I had nothing to be cheerful for. Everyone acted like this was such a privilege. A rite of passage. To kill the man who had taught me for almost six years.

A man I was told to hate. For what purpose? I was just told what to do and if I didn’t comply not only would I die, my family would as well.

My family had been shamed for so long. I had to prove myself for my family, but I was terrified. I was alone in this. I had no other option.

I can’t sleep at night.

My eyes are heavy with secrets I must bear. The secrets drag down my face. I feel like everyone knows. I am on edge. I am paranoid. I don’t know if the paranoia developed because of the situation, the lack of sleep, or both. But, it is constantly there. Creeping over my shoulder, haunting me every night. I

don’t dare to leave the castle. I feel safe behind the walls.

I feel normal sometimes, but the paranoia comes back.

The fear.

The rage.

I can’t sleep at night. I don’t know if I ever will again.

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littleprongsgirl · 3 years

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Luminiscence ll

..If you are the rude stranger steal cakes today in the morning

-Guys I think it's better if I go inside, it's cold, right, don't you feel it? -Ginny said to try to ease the tension-

-It seems like a good idea, can I help you, strange?

-no thanks, I can alone

After that the three young people entered the house which was full of yellow and blue decorations since they were Victorie's favorite colors and an intoxicating smell of freshly baked cookies, as soon as they entered they saw the funny scene of rum giving a cookie to the little girl little blond girl and Hermione scolding him since little victorie was too little 'to consume so much sugar in the words of fleur and bill.

-But one will not hurt him -the redhead replied to his wife-

-In my opinion yes, Ronald wealey I have watched you -said Hermione making a gesture -

-Hello Mione -said the jet hugging her friend-

-Hello Harry, it's good that you came to help me watch Ron, Teddy is in the kitchen with Andromeda so that he can say hello. And I suppose you are Elizabeth I remember you from Bill and Fleur's wedding you were the godmother -said Hermione going to greet the brunette and also causing Harry to doubt why everyone remembered her except him, well it could be largely because at that wedding her mind was so worried about Voldemort and the horcruxes that she didn't notice much other than that she was using a polyjuice potion so it was almost impossible for the girl to remember it-

-Hi guys, and if I am Elizabeth, Victorie's godmother, and there is this my beautiful niece -said Elizabeth carrying the little girl and filling her face with kisses-

-Hello Lizzie, you swallowed one of your delicacies -said Ron since at the wedding he had tried a dessert made by the chestnut-

-Hello Ron, it's also a pleasure to see you and if there are cupcakes in the blue box -said the blonde sweetly while everyone in the kitchen entered the living room

-lizzie ahhhh I missed you so much -said fleur going to hug her best friend, although the funny thing about that friendship is that fleur was older than Elizabeth but that did not prevent them from creating a beautiful sisterly bond

-Fleur I also missed you a lot -said lizzie responding to the hug-

-Elizabeth cute as always a pleasure to see you -said Mrs. Weasley sweetly- well now let's go to the table and she is all ready-

After that, everyone went to sit in the dining room, which was also decorated in light blue and yellow tones and from the lamp hung some beautiful garlands that matched the decoration.

-Well and Harry, how have you been at work? I knew that the aurors had a few problems -said bill-

-If in fact there has been a lot of work I hardly leave the office-

"What a novelty," said Hermione with a notable tone of sarcasm.

-well lizzie -said george-

-What do you do, said Fred-

-well the director mcgonagall offered me a position as a teacher of history of magic to give them a new vision of the subject

-or our dear lizzie we are sorry to tell you that

-A work life awaits you full of students who will hate you and who will sleep in your classes

-children don't say that being a teacher is a great profession -said Mr. Weasley-

-It's true apart from the fact that lizzie is a great teacher and manages to make magic history a fun class, she was a tutor to many girls in beauxbatons- added Fleur-

-Thank you very much, I just hope to give my students a new vision of the subject-

"Well, I'm going to go get the desserts," Mrs. Weasley said.

-Don't worry Mrs. Weasey I can go -said Harry-

-I help you are many things -said the blonde-

they both went to the kitchen to look for the desserts and the big cake with light blue icing and yellow details

-and well I see that you are auror, it is an interesting profession

-Yes

-I thought about being aurora but let's say it's not my thing I prefer books

-okey

-Well, do you like Quidditch?

-Yes

-I was told that you are a great search engine

-Hey seriously there is no need to talk you do not like me and you do not like me and I am not interested in changing that

-I was just trying to be kind but hey there was no need to be rude -said the blonde annoyed leaving the kitchen with a tray full of cupcakes that she had brought-

after that uncomfortable talk they both returned to the dining room carrying the beautiful desserts

-Mmm Elizabeth these cupcakes are delicious -said Ron devouring his third cupcake and his second portion of cake

-Well, it's time to open the gifts, said Fleur, while Bill held little Victorie in his arms.

-First the one from her godmother said Fleur taking the two perfectly decorated boxes, first there would be the one that brought the pretty dress with the shoes and the ribbon -it's beautiful thanks lizzie- and then open the other box in which there was a micropuff-

-da..da.agu-mama..puff -said the baby laughing as she caressed the micropuff-

-Now that of her uncles -said Fred and George in chorus-

-Better that box, let's open the at

Outside, their looks do not inspire confidence in me -said bill--you offend us dear brother-what we have done to cause this level of mistrust on your part-The question is that they haven't done it -said ginny-They continued to open gifts for a while and after that Elizabeth checked the time realizing that it was too late and that she had to be at Hogwarts first thing tomorrow--Mr. and Mrs. Weasley it was a pleasure and thank you very much for everything, bill and fleur thank you very much for the invitation but I must go because tomorrow I have to get up very early but it was a pleasure to see you all-Always beautiful, come whenever you want -said Mrs. Weasley--I should go anyway, thank you very much for everything -said Harry-"See you Harry, and remember taking a break from work sometimes isn't bad," said Mr. Weasley.-Yes and do not skip meals young man because I will find out if you do-Okey Mrs. Weasley see you-Both young people left the house for each one to make their respective appearance-We look insufferable stranger-Equally strange only that I hope I don't have to see you soon "Bye," Lizzie said as she appeared at her apartment.

#harry potter #fanfic #fanfiction #harypotterfanfiction #harry james potter

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that-fictional-dad · 4 years

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Kira: Hello everyone. This is Carter, the light of my life. My dearest friend. His smile lights up my days.

Kira: And this is Scott. He's a werewolf and stuff.

Scott Same exact tone as Ron Weasey's 'I'm your brother' when he wanted a discount at WWW: I'm your husband.

Kira: Oh yeah, and we're married.

#book: demhowlinbois

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ao3feed-snape · 3 years

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La última de los Weasley

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by Thecookiedreamer

Ginny Weasey puede que sea la más chica de siete hermanos pero no es la más indefensa, por eso cuando Voldemort comienza a recuperar su poder ella sabe que no hay forma en que se quede sentada y de brazos cruzados mientras su familia pelea, Su sexto año es Hogwarst fue mucho más difícil de lo que ninguno de sus hermanos experimentó y requirió de mucho valor, afortunadamente ella era un Gryffindor

Words: 2528, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Death Eater Characters, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Alecto Carrow, Amycus Carrow, Severus Snape

Relationships: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley

Additional Tags: Hogwarts Second Year, Pre-War, Canonical Character Death

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Severus Snape #Snape #Professor Snape #SS

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