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wisteria-cherry · 6 months

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in which you were right in that hanging with the marauders would attract unwanted attention

when you first decided to start officially hanging out with the marauders (when remus had invited you to sit with them), you figured there would be repercussions. it could either be from sirius’ fangirls, who evidently had a reputation for being somewhat “protective” over him (not that he needed any protection), or from the slytherin house in general, who, in their hatred for the house of gryffindor, hated the marauders the most. this was well deserved, you figured, because every prank you’ve seen to date were aimed towards the slytherins, severus snape (who was lily’s best friend) in particular. as you continued to spend time with them, though, the sentiment faded, and soon enough you weren’t worried at all.

naturally, of course, once you stop worrying about something, that very something tends to happen.

you were walking back to the gryffindor common room from potions— alone, for once, and in the dungeon, making you a sitting duck in the eyes of slytherins.

“hey, gryffindor scum.” you turn around with a frown, trying to see who was insulting your house.

“what?” you ask. it was lucius malfoy, along with his posse consisting of severus snape, narcissa black, bellatrix black, and rodolphus lestrange, none of which you really enjoyed.

“we’re not happy with those pranks you and those stupid marauders played, that’s what.” lucius snapped.

“losers!” bellatrix stuck her tongue out gleefully.

“very mature.” you murmur under your breath. “well, what about it? you lot do things, too. you’re not innocent.”

“that’s exactly our point. we do things back.” lucius raised his wand, pointing it at you. the other four followed suit.

“wh—“ your brow furrowed. “that’s not fair. that’s cowardly, malfoy.”

“since when do we care?” lucius drawled. “we’re not gryffindor. we don’t prance about declaring how honorable we are.”

“yeah, you prance about declaring how you’re so incredible because you’re a pure blood.” you spit, raising your wand. lucius’ expression contorted, indignant.

“stupefy!” lucius bellowed.

“protego!” you immediately shield yourself, lucius’ spell evaporating as it made contact with the force field. your frown deepens as you watch the group that called themselves “death eaters” whisper amongst themselves.

“serpensortia!” rodolphus pointed his wand at the ground, and a black snake emerged from the tip, slithering towards you. you shudder. snakes. gross.

“confrin-!” you point your wand at the snake, ready to rid yourself of it, but you’re interrupted by another spell, one you’d never heard of.

“levicorpus!” bellatrix shrieked happily. you yelp, feeling your feet leave the ground. you flipped upside-down midair, and you gasp as you quickly push your skirt to cover yourself back up. you felt the blood rushing to your head.

“what-“ you manage to choke out. “what kind of spell—“

“it’s new. severus created it.” lucius bragged smugly, before raising his wand. “expelliarmus.” you gasp as your wand flew out of your hand and into lucius’.

“give it back!” you snap.

“the countercurse is liberacorpus. not that that’d help you.” lucius ran a long, pale finger across the length of your wand. “you know, since you’re about to lose your wand.”

“lose— malfoy, you wouldn’t.” you hiss, squirming uncomfortably at the heat in your face due to the blood rush.

“oh, but i would.” lucius gripped the two ends of your wand, ready to snap it into two.

“malfoy!”

you look around frantically for the source of the voice, then relax. james and sirius, both less than happy to see you in this state.

“what’s this, now, malfoy?” james glared, marching right up and getting in lucius’ face. “coward.”

“now, don’t quote me, but i don’t think normal people hang upside-down in midair.” sirius mused, curling your floating form.

“listen, black, i am so not in the mood.”

“what’s the countercurse?” sirius pulled his wand out.

“liberacorpus.” sirius waved his wand lazily, and promptly caught you as you fell. “wow, darling, i wasn’t expecting you to blush this hard when i saved you.”

“black.” you whine, squirming. “it’s because i was upside-down and you know it.”

“whatever you say, dove.” sirius snickered, setting you down, which didn’t quite work because you couldn’t feel your legs, and immediately leaned on sirius.

“bold today, aren’t we?” sirius grinned as you rolled your eyes, easily supporting your weight with your arms around his neck. “let’s beat up some slytherins, yeah?”

“yeah.” you glared at the death eaters. james backed up to stand next to sirius.

“i’m gonna murder them.” james scoffed, raising his wand. “arseholes.”

hardly a second later, james had shot a spell, and you and sirius followed suit. a rather epic duel ensued, and, as expected, the three of you won. basically.

lucius stood alone as his mates lay petrified on the ground. sirius exchanged glances with james before carefully setting you down on the ground. you stretches your legs out, wincing as you feel the pins and needles of the blood rushing back to your calves.

james and sirius stalked over to lucius. lucius was by no means short, but james and sirius were tall. they towered over lucius.

“maybe you shouldn’t do that again, lucius.” james glared down, crossing his arms.

“unless you wanna do this again.” sirius hummed, his hands in his pockets. by lucius’ expression, it was clear that sirius was glaring, too. “i’m up for it, aren’t you, mate?” sirius looked to james, who nodded.

“yeah. you know, maybe i am.” james mused, looking lucius dead in the eye as lucius tried to stand strong. however, he finally turned on his heel, storming off, muttering to himself. lucius came back momentarily, performing the countercurse for his petrified friends.

“let’s go.” lucius snapped.

“what? but—“ narcissa protested.

“now,” lucius snapped. narcissa reluctantly trotted to his side as he and the other death eaters walked away.

“well, how about that?” sirius instantly relaxed, his lazy smile resting comfortably on his lips once more.

“merlin, i hate them,” james grumbled.

“hate’s a strong word, prongsy,” sirius teased before turning back to you. “well?”

“well, what?” you blink.

“well, are you okay?” sirius elucidated.

“i’m perfectly fine.” you smile. “thanks.”

“who are we to deny a damsel in distress?” james grinned.

“i’m not a damsel, and i was not in distress.” you instantly rolled your eyes.

“could’ve fooled me.” sirius snickered.

“be quiet.”

#marauders oneshot #marauders drabble #harry potter marauders #marauders era #marauders #moony #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #padfoot #prongs #wormtail #peter pettigrew #sirius black #sirius black x reader #remus lupin

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danpuff-ao3 · 3 months

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Hi! I've been dipping my feet into snary because I'm kinda in an age gap, professor/student vibe recently, but I've been struggling to find slow burn fics still set in Hogwarts, do you have any good recs? Thank you either way!!

Hello hello! Sorry for the late reply, but life has been a lot lately! That said, I was glad to see this ask, as I'm such a sucker for age gaps and student/teacher fics! I don't read much slow burn, as I'm much more a lady for instant gratification, but hopefully I'll have a few good ones for you!

The Syntax of Things

by Arrisha (@arrisha-ao3). Rated: M. Words: 200,436. Mentor Snape. Coming out. Internalized homophobia. Fluff & Angst. Drama & Romance. First Time. Forbidden Love. Canon Rewrite. Tragedy. Denial of Feelings. Character Study.

A short-lived series of private lessons took place after Christmas in Harry Potter's fifth school year, during which Severus Snape attempted to teach Harry the skill of Occlumency. The lessons were ultimately cancelled when Harry was caught prying into Snape's memories, discovering the strangest things: A mysterious prophecy connected Harry's fate with Voldemort's, Harry's dad was an insufferable bully, and Severus Snape had been in love with Harry's mum. Naturally, Harry now has a million questions. Snape would prefer to answer none.

Pains and Contradictions

by atypicalsnowman. Rated: E. Words: 301,906. Angst. Tragedy. Drama. Hurt/comfort. Romance.

Note: I read this fic a lot when I was younger, and while it's not tagged Slow Burn, I'm pretty sure it is. At least, I'm fairly sure it takes them a while to hook up!

When Harry begins to break under the pressures of death and prophesy, help arrives from an unlikely quarter: Snape. Despite their own doubts, manipulations from all sides and hapless interventions combine to bring their two souls together.

Unrestrained

by Lizzy0305. Rated: E. Words: 172,727. Hogwarts Eighth Year. Powerful Harry. Animagic. Falling in Love. Angst & Humor. Hurt/comfort. Emotional infidelity. Podfic available.

After the war, Harry thinks he’s living the perfect life with Ginny in his arms and on the road to becoming an Auror. But Snape’s magic becomes unstable and suddenly, Harry must be constantly at wandpoint of a man who hated him on their best days. Things start to change and soon he starts to realize that there’s something more important than a perfect life.

Harry Potter and the Dark Enigmas

by Octroman. Rated: E. Words: 221,649. Hogwarts Eighth Year. Under-negotiated kink. Morally ambiguous character. Other content untagged.

Delve into an unofficial 8th book as Harry and Hermione return for their seventh year to complete their education. Harry struggles with the aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts, death of loved ones, and maintaining relationships. Failing classes and avoiding friends, he questions his decision to be an Auror and his future place in the Wizarding world. A sullen Draco rallies and returns to Hogwarts, putting on a brave face for the redemption of his family. Ron is fumbling at the Ministry while Hermione practically teaches Transfiguration in light of a suitable teacher. But Harry’s most challenging task is not playing frenemies with Malfoy like it’s to win the House Cup, it’s grasping for closure with the people who are still alive.

Everything I Am

written by Serpen, translated by Acid. Rated: E. Words: 215,419. Enemies to friends to lovers. Mentions of Harry/Seamus. Hogwarts Sixth Year. Coming Out.

Sixth year is danger, heartbreak, and accepting a mission to kill. Until, one mad May, everything changes. An English translation of Everything I Am by Serpen (Serpensortia).

#danpuff recs #snarry

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iamnmbr3 · 29 days

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hi again! So i remembered some points these days that i decided to share 'cause who pictures drarry better than you?

The fact that in CoS, harry used rictusempra on draco like really?? Did you seriously intend to tickle your arch-enemy in a DUEL?(idk but i never imagined draco as a truly happy kid bc happiness isn't brought about teasing and mocking or boasting but here i just love the way draco is genuinely laughing, it's cute to me...idk maybe i go too deep into it^^)..harry it's actually harmless and draco's just wheezing but you still wait bc you think it's unsporting?like what?standing there and watch him wheeze?i know harry is a verrryyy good person but c'mon it's playfulness rather than fighting!

I recalled a meta i read some time that talked about malfoy manner scene(when harry grabbed 3 wands from draco's hand and cast stupefy on greyback)that how, deciding to grab wands, harry actually didn't think draco is gonna do the same & cast triple stupefy or sth worse to hurt him and keep them there? he thought he's gonna help or hand wands over?really wanted to know his thoughts here:(

Thanks for reading!

Ah you are too kind! <3

1) I really like the dueling scene in book 2 because it's a great parallel to the much more serious duel they have in book 6. (Books 2 and 6 parallel each other in many ways and this is only one of them). We see Harry incapacitate Draco harmlessly with Rictusempra in book 2, and then much less harmlessly with the somewhat similar sounding Sectumsempra spell in book 6. In book 2 Snape helps Draco with the duel and in book 6 he (unwittingly) helps Harry through his old potions book which teaches Harry the Sectumsempra spell. (As an aside I always thought maybe Serpensortia was another one he'd invented).

In terms of Harry not using very aggressive spells in this scene I think it makes sense since it's only second year so he's not that good of a dueler yet and also since he's not actually fighting Draco out of anger here (unlike in book 4 for example) but rather because he's been told to. However, I do think it's quite interesting and kind of adorable that he hangs back and doesn't want to attack Draco while he's down even though, as you say, it's only a tickling spell. Certainly doesn't seem like Harry's feeling that vindictive towards someone he dislikes...

And also Draco at this point may actually know more spells for fighting than Harry does. I mean I'm sure his parents don't enforce the no magic at home rule. But he opts for very harmless things too. Not only here, but also when they actually fight in book 4 outside Snape's classroom. He doesn't like hurting people. Especially Harry. Though I'm sure he'd see this as a failing and want to avoid admitting it to himself.

2) Yeah the Manor scene is fascinating and very, very drarry for many reasons. The wand bit is quite extraordinary because Harry doesn't disarm Draco with magic. He physically wrestles them out of Draco's hands. And yet Draco, despite putting up a bit of a fight at first, apparently can't bring himself to simply use magic against Harry which he certainly could have done since he's still holding the wands.

And we know he has fast reflexes because he was nearly as good a Seeker as Harry and was also able to hold his own against Harry in sixth year for a few rounds - longer than pretty much anyone else Harry has dueled - despite the fact that by that point Harry is absolutely deadly in a duel. And yet Draco does nothing to incapacitate Harry with magic and instead surrenders the wands, leaving himself defenseless.

And Harry in his turn completely ignores Draco from that point on and doesn't do anything to harm him at all even though he immediately stuns Lucius on sight. Apparently in Harry's mind Draco's in another category though...

#asks #drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter

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joannerowling · 5 months

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i'm rewatching the harry potter movies because i'm sick and trying figure out why they made the absolutely baffling choice to have every single spell have the same effect (target thrown 2-3 away as if from an explosion). the second movie is particularly egregious, especially the duelling club. rictumsempra (spell that canonically makes you laugh hysterically, very easy to make happen in movie)? thrown across the floor, no laughing. expelliarmus? thrown across the floor. serpensortia? thrown across the floor, snake appears.

also i wish madam pomfrey would show up and fix the rib i cracked coughing because ouch.

100%, it's always annoyed me because the way magic is used in these books is often so funny and absurd (remember Lupin sending a chewing-gum up Peeves's nose? lol). I get how some of these effects might have been jarring on screen, audiences respond to things differently etc., but the magic in the Potter films is just excessessively bland as a result. The worst offender was probably the Dumbledore vs Voldemort duel in OotP, which is incredibly dull compared to the descriptions we get in the book.

(I'll give Yates some points for having encouraged actors to develop a personal "wand wielding style", which at least gave elegance to something that could have easily looked very silly. But at the same time Yates's fear of silliness really weakened his production, you can see how the sets and costumes suffered from it. I feel like there could have been a better middle ground than all that cold sepia nonsense, but it was trendy at the time - see: Nolanisation.)

Also, some characters's personality really suffer from this. One of the ways Hermione's intelligence is shown (rather than told) is her creative thinking in battle; she uses her environment a lot, unlike Harry or Ginny who have "signature" spells (Harry's Expelliarmus, Ginny's Bat-Boogey Hex). Hermione will do things like turn a tapestry to stone so that the person chasing her will crash into it, or make an Erumpent's horn explode knowing no one will have recognised it and known to stay away.

This is one of the things i'd try to work on and show better if i was working on the Max show, especially because you know audiences would be into it. People enjoy when characters have individual fighting styles. You have to be careful not to get full video gamey about it ofc (this isn't DnD), but a touch more than what it was in the movies definitely wouldn't hurt.

#replies #anon #hp #hp movies

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sunnyie-eve · 5 months

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9 | Heir of Slytherin

Series: Little Things

Paring: Mattheo Riddle x OFC Potter!

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes

| MASTERLIST |

"Potter!" I turn around raising an eyebrow at Draco.

"Can I help you?"

"Have you seen Theo? I can't find him anywhere." He groans.

"Last I saw him, he was with Mattheo." We start to walk together.

"Why Mattheo out of everyone?" He groans.

"Because they are best guy friends." I laugh.

"Aren't you closer to him through?" Draco raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but I said best guy friends. Not best friends. That's us two not them two. Don't get it confused." I point my finger at him actually making him chuckle. "Did I just make Draco Malfoy chuckle?" I grab his arm making us stop walking.

"Keep it to yourself, Potter." He rolls his eyes as we walk again.

"I'm surprised we are having a conversation without fighting." I say and I see him smile a little.

"We have to fight at times because it would just make sense. But we don't have to all the time. You're a cool person when we leave out certain topics." He shoves me playfully.

"Gather round! Gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent. In light of the dark events of recent weeks, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little Dueling Club, to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions -- for full details, see my published works." Lockhart starts off.

"He's something isn't he." Mattheo whisper to me.

"Totally agree." I whisper back.

"Let me introduce my assistant Professor Snape. He has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration. Now I don't want any of you youngsters to worry. You'll still have your Potions Master when I'm through with him, never fear!" Lockhart laughs.

Lockhart and Snape face each other and bow. They turn, walk ten paces, then spin pointing their wands like swords.

"Expelliarmus!" A dazzling flash of scarlet light bursts forth and blasts Lockhart off his feet.

"Excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy..." Lockhart walks back to Snape.

"Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students to block unfriendly spells, Professor."

Lockhart picks Ron and Harry but Snape points out Ron's wand is not safe and picks Draco. "This isn't going to be pretty." I say as the two walk towards each other.

They turn, walk ten paces, then whirl, wands poised. Draco fires early, knocking Harry off his feet with a blast of white light. Harry jumps up, points his wand and a jet of silver light hits Draco dead in the stomach. Snape picks him up tossing him back towards Harry.

"Serpensortia!" The tip of Draco's wand explodes and a black snake slithers forth.

Snape says he'll get it but Lockhart makes it worse trying and Harry ends up talking in Parseltongue. Snape waves his wand and the snake puffs into black smoke, then regards Harry with a look that is both shrewd and calculating.

"Your brother can speak to snakes?" The group follows me as we head to the common room.

"Yeah. Last year he set a python on our cousin at the zoo. Before you ask, no, I can't speak to snakes." I tell them.

"Hazel, are you worried that you two could be related to Salazar Slytherin. He was a Parelmouth." Enzo says as we get in the room.

"If we were why would only Harry be able to speak it?" I ask them.

"I don't know but you ended up in Slytherin." Theo speaks up.

"No, isn't not Harry. We are related to him." I go to my room to be alone.

In no time again it was the holidays and students were leaving to go home. "A lot more students stayed this time than last year." Mattheo says as we sit at the table away from everyone.

"Yeah, we don't have the common room to ourselves this time." I laugh as we eat.

"Hazel, are you going to eat that? Crabbe wants to know." Draco looks down at us.

"Umm." Crabbe was already up taking my desert off my plate. "Sure, take it." I shake my head.

"Here, have mine." Mattheo puts his out to mine.

"No, you have it." I tell him making him groan.

"Goyle, here have mine." Mattheo gets up giving it to him.

"Really?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"You didn't want it and I don't wanna eat it in front of you." He smiles at me.

"You're such a pain." I kick him under the table.

"You and Malfoy haven't been fighting for some weeks." He starts a new topic.

"We haven't since the dueling club. It's weird at times when we laugh about something." I nod my head looking over at Draco.

"Do you like him Hazel Potter?" Mattheo says in a playful tone.

"Oh, yeah. Totally. Really, Matty?" I laugh.

"I know. Ready to leave?" I nod my head and we get up leaving.

As we sit in the common room Draco comes in joining our conversation for sometime. "Where are they? They said they would be right here. Potter, Riddle come with me to find them." Draco gets up.

"I'm bored sitting here so why not." I jump up. "Matty?" I put my hand out to him and he gets up too.

As we turn the corner we see Crabbe, Goyle, and Percy. "Crabbe. Goyle. Where have you been? Pigging out in the Great Hall all this time?" Draco says walking towards them with us following behind.

"Why you wearing glasses?" Draco asks Goyle and it takes me a second that it's Harry and Ron.

"Uh reading." Harry takes off his glasses and I mentally slap him for saying such a thing.

"Reading. I didn't know you could read." He says before turning to Percy.

"And what are you doing down here, Weasley?" As he asks I hit Harry slightly.

"Mind your attitude, Malfoy." Percy says before we leave him I apologize to him as I pass him.

As we enter the Common Room Harry and Ron glance around warily. "You're being suspicious." I whisper to the both of them before walking over to the table to sit with Mattheo.

"Listen to this." Draco grabs The Daily Prophet, reads the front page. "Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office, was today fined fifty Galleons for bewitching a Muggle car. Weasley has brought the Ministry into disrepute, said Lucius Malfoy, a governor of Hogwarts. He is clearly unfit to draw up our laws and his ridiculous Muggle Protection Act should be scrapped immediately."

Mattheo moves closer to me, "That's Harry and Ron isn't it." He whispers and I nod my head.

"Arthur Weasley loves Muggle so much he should snap his wand in half and go join them. You'd never know the Weasleys were purebloods, the way they behave. Embarrassment to the wizarding world. All of them." Ron growls making Harry elbows him and Draco looks surprised. "What's up with you, Crabbe?" He asks him.

"Stomachache." Ron says in a low voice.

"Well, go to the hospital wing and give all those Mudbloods a kick in the arse for me! You know, I'm surprised The Daily Prophet hasn't reported all these attacks yet. I suppose Dumbledore's trying to hush it all up. He'll be sacked if it doesn't stop soon. Father always said Dumbledore's the worst thing that's ever happened to this place." Draco says making Harry say he's wrong. "What? Did you say that I was wrong? You think there's someone here who's worse than Dumbledore?" Draco asks him and I point my finger at him to say himself.

"Harry Potter." Draco grins.

"Good one, Goyle. You're absolutely right. Saint Potter. He's another one with no proper wizard feeling, or he wouldn't go around with that Mudblood Granger. And people actually think he's the Heir of Slytherin." I roll my eyes at that word again as Harry and Ron exchange a glance.

"Malfoy, his sister is right here. Who is just like him." I make him turn around rolling his eyes.

"Then you must have some idea who's behind it all?" Harry asks him.

"You know I haven't, Goyle. How many times do I have to tell you? But my father did say this much: It's been fifty years since the Chamber was opened. He wouldn't tell me who opened it -- only that they were expelled -- but I know this: the last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died. So it's only a matter of time before one of them is killed this time. As for me... I hope it's Granger." As Draco grins, Ron's fist rises when Harry stops him and Mattheo has to do the same to me too.

"What's the matter with you two You're acting very... odd." He looks at them funny.

"They probably ate something bad. And I mean really bad." Mattheo talks about the two.

"Hey, Malfoy!" I shout throwing something at him.

"You little." He glares at me.

"Hey, stop it both of you. Let's go, Hazel." Mattheo drags me to the dorms. "There went the no fighting." He laughs as we go into his room.

"He talked bad about my brother and friends so." I fall back on his bed.

"Being completely honest, I like when you two fight." He sits next to me.

"Why do you say that?" I raise an eyebrow sitting up.

"Because I can protect you from him when he's an ass to you, I can't do that when you both laugh together." I can't help but laugh at him.

"You can't protect me 24/7. I should go to bed. Night Matty." I go to the door.

"Night Hazie."

"Hazel! Does Mattheo know anyone named Tom Riddle? Tom Marvolo Riddle?" Harry comes running up to me.

"I would have to ask him. Why?" I ask.

"I found a diary in the girls bathroom when Moaning Myrtle overflowed the bathroom. It had his name on the back and listen to this. When I wrote in the diary it wrote back. It took me back to see something fifty years ago. Apparently Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets." Harry tells me.

"Hagrid? No." I say since I actually know who did. I guess Tom Riddle was Mattheo's father. "I'll go find Mattheo and ask him." I say but he then shows up.

"Hey Harry." He smiles.

"Do you know who Tom Riddle is?" Harry asks him and he looks at me.

"Umm...Never heard of him." Mattheo lies to him.

"I found his diary. He knew about the Chamber of Secrets." Harry says and this makes Mattheo act up.

"I'm sorry but I can't help you. I know nothing about my family." He takes off from us.

"Is he okay?" Harry asks me.

"He doesn't know a lot about us family. Just that they were death eaters later in life. Excuse me, I'm gonna go make sure he's okay." I leave Harry jogging after Mattheo. "Calm down." I grab his arm.

"Calm down! How am I supposed to calm down when any second you and your brother can find out who my father is!" He rips his arm away from me.

"He's really that bad?" My voice gets small.

"Yes! I don't want you both to know who he is! Mostly you, you dumbass."

I step back from him, "I'll give you some space you asshole.

I stayed in my room with the girls saying Mattheo was just having a mood swing and we will be fine later. "Professor Snape wants all of us in the common room." Pansy pops her head in so we go join everyone.

"Because of recent events, these new rules will be put into effect immediately: All students will return to their house common rooms by 6:00 every evening. All students will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher. No exceptions." Snape reads to us then leaves.

When it was night out I sneak out to go see Harry and Ron after being the last to find out about Hermione. As I was walking I bump into something but nothing was there.

"We were coming to get you." Ron leaks his head out before pulling me under the cloak.

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wtffanfiction-de · 10 months

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Fandom: Harry Potter

“Heute Kahm eine schreckliche Nachricht. Mein früherer Kollege Albert Klorkin und sein schlimmster Feind Balduin Fithgin sind gestorben. Sie waren mitten in einem Kampf. Man fand auch heraus welche Flüche sie verwendeten. Albert verwendete Aqua Eructo und Fithgin verwendete Serpensortia. Da sie die Flüche gleichzeitig einsetzten rangierte ein Fluch mit dem anderen und Tötete die beiden. Dabei entstand eine Kreatur. Ein drittel Mensch ein drittel Wassermensch und ein drittel Schlange. Das Zaubereiministerium fand diese Kreatur und obwohl sie noch ein Baby war sperrten sie die Kreatur in eine Höhle.”

#harry potter #wtffanfiction de #mein Latein ist inzwischen sehr rostig aber…#'ich rülpse Wasser'?

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lostdrarryfics · 2 years

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Hi there! I’m not sure if this fic was already asked but do you happen to know of a retelling fic where Draco’s ‘Serpensortia’ spell summons bigger and bigger snakes until he eventually summoned a wyvern? I think Harry also used that wyvern for the First Task? Thanks so much!

We believe you are looking for survival is a talent (456k, T) by ShanaStoryteller!

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#request 831 #found fic #shanastoryteller #anon

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wellpresseddaisy · 1 year

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I'm trying to remember to actually rec fic that I've read and enjoyed so:

Madam Pomfrey's Medical Notes Asphodel_and_Wormwood

This one gets progressively funnier as it goes on. Pomfrey finally gets to say fuck.

Enough is Enough

anonymousmagpie

Harry's scar protection wakes up and has Opinions.

Serpensortia

MzMinola (series, goes through first 3 books)

Slytherin Harry makes some unexpected friends. Not super Snape friendly, but not over the top with the hate, either.

blood and bone

DragonflyxParodies

A super interesting look into Family Magic and what the seat of an old family is like. I really want to see where this one goes.

#fic recs

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slytherin-x-aesthetic · 2 years

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#hp #harry potter #harry potter spells #latin #snakes #summoning #art #art print #stickers #magnets #green #magic #green witch #slytherin #slytherin aesthetic

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teamtrisha · 10 months

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Serpensortia

#spellwork

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coreopsis-and-magnolias · 1 year

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1ª aula de Feitiços

Em Durmstrang já tinha adquirido o hábito de ir cedo para as aulas, pois sempre me perdia no caminho, e quando finalmente estava começando a decorar os caminhos para as salas de aulas, fomos transferidos de volta para Hogwarts. O castelo era um novo nível de dificuldade. Além de ser bem maior que Durmstrang, era cheio de atalhos e passagens secretas e os próprios caminhos pareciam mudar de tempos em tempos. As escadas nunca levavam para os mesmos lugares e para dificultar mais ainda, vários atalhos indicados pelos veteranos estava interditado ou simplesmente não levavam a lugar nenhum. Tudo isso tornava praticamente impossível chegar no horário para as aulas. Cheguei correndo na sala de feitiços no segundo em que a professora fechava a porta para começar a aula. Pedi desculpas, ofegante, e imitei os demais alunos, que estavam sentados nas cadeiras em um círculo, apenas com a varinha em mãos. Perdi alguns segundos tentando encontrar minha varinha abandonada no fundo da mochila e então corri para ocupar a última cadeira disponível, enquanto a professora se apresentava e começava sua explicação. Esse ano aprenderíamos sobre conjurações e transfigurações. Poderia comparar as explicações dessa aula com a matéria da primeira aula de transfiguração, mas mal lembrava do que tinha acontecido na aula. Só lembrava que a professora me lembrava das sereias que tinha encontrado no festival medieval que acontecera durante as férias e só de pensar em qualquer uma delas, já sentia meu rosto começar a esquentar. Me forcei a prestar atenção na explicação da professora, que conjurara uma cobra pequena e agora a transformava em um cálice. Mesmo já estando no meu terceiro ano de estudos, ver magia tão descaradamente assim, diante dos meus olhos, ainda me impressionava. Sentei na beira da cadeira, acompanhando cada movimento da professora, até que ela concluiu a explicação e disse que agora seria nossa vez de praticar. Escolhi uma das caixas conjuradas pela professora e me posicionei diante dela, animada para usar um pouco de magia. Rapidamente apontei a varinha para a caixa e ordenei em voz alta: - Serpensortia! - olhei da ponta da varinha para a caixa, mas nada aconteceu. Suspirei, frustrada. Os professores sempre faziam os feitiços parecerem tão fáceis, mas na verdade era preciso muito mais do que enunciar meia dúzia de palavras sem sentido e sacudir a varinha. Como a professora tinha dito, era preciso foco e concentração, duas coisas que eu tinha muito pouco. Respirei fundo, girando a varinha entre os dedos. Enquanto os alunos ao meu redor lançavam feitiços aos berros, eu tentei me concentrar. Fechei os olhos e foquei no animal que queria criar. Imaginei a cobra saindo da ponta da varinha e ao abrir os olhos, enunciei o feitiço, pronunciando cuidadosamente cada sílaba: - Serpensortia! A cobra que saiu da ponta da minha varinha era uma coral, não muito grande, daquelas vermelhas, pretas e brancas que sempre apareciam em filmes, Provavelmente a imagem mais clara que eu tinha de uma cobra na minha cabeça. Animada com o sucesso, mas assustada por ter criado um animal peçonhento e perigoso bem na minha frente, recuei alguns passos, atenta, enquanto a professora se adiantou e rapidamente fez o animal desaparecer. Resolvi repetir o feitiço mais algumas vezes. Agora que já sabia criar uma cobra “padrão” me perguntei se poderia conjurar uma que fosse menos perigosa e talvez com uma aparência mais amigável. A primeira coisa que pensei foi que, quanto menor a cobra, mais fácil seria lidar com ela, então imaginei a menor cobra que poderia imaginar, talvez uma cobra bebê… Ergui a varinha e lancei o feitiço mais uma vez. - Serpensortia! - uma cobrinha verde vivo, do comprimento do meu antebraço e da espessura do meu dedo surgiu da ponta da minha varinha. Dessa vez não tive tanto medo de me aproximar, já que ela não parecia tão perigosa quanto a anterior - Oi amiguinha, tudo bem? Me abaixei ao lado da caixa para vê-la mais de perto e logo a professora passou novamente por mim, pronta para fazer a cobra desaparecer. Dei um aceno de tchau para ela antes que a cobra desaparecesse e me posicionei mais uma vez para fazer uma última tentativa do feitiço. Enquanto tentava imaginar a cobra mais inofensiva possível, lembrei que aquelas que tinham cores fortes costumavam ser as mais venenosas. Talvez então uma cobra em uma cor pastel parecesse mais amigável… Com esse pensamento, apontei a varinha para a caixa vazia e ordenei: - Serpensortia! - a cobra que surgiu da ponta da minha varinha era tão pequena quanto a anterior, mas em vez de verde vivo, era de um cor de rosa bebê, tão suave que poderia ser branco. Eu quase poderia adotar aquela cobrinha como meu animal de estimação, mas sabia que ela não se daria nem um pouco bem com meu gatinho preto, Corvo. Foi então que a professora anunciou o final da aula. Me despedi da cobra, sabendo que logo a professora a faria desaparecer também, recolhi meu material e deixei a sala de aula com os outros alunos.

em 2020-09-06

#3º ano #aulas #tracker to do

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