#Percy Weasely needs a hug

[kirbudo]

Knowledge is cursed

Would it be bad to make Draco a love interest? I don't know the ages- someone tell me. Give me potential love interest.

Tagged— @peter-the-pan

A light shake was enough to wake the sleeping Weasley up, Percy lightly hit his shoulders as the weight numbed them. "You awake?" He asked gently as M/n stared at the floor before stretching a bit. "I'm awake. Sorry, Perce." He chuckles shaking his head and ruffling his hair. "No need, I know you need sleep." The two grabbed their luggage and made their way off the train. "Percy! M/n!" Ron shouted, Percy sighed bitterly at their youngest, M/n gave a soft smile as Ron ran up in his unmarked gown. "Chocolate? Or jelly beans?" He asked, holding out a half eaten frog and half full box of beans.

Percy scoffed.

Before he could belittle the youngest, M/n gratefully took the gift and ate them at a slow pace. "This is why you're so skinny." Percy scolded his eating habits, making the other lightly smile. "Ravenclaw? Aren't all Weasely's Gryffindor?" The girl spoke up and saw the red heads gathered. "Oh quiet." Ron snapped as Percy sighed and dragged M/n away. "Don't listen to her, M/n."

Despite being in Ravenclaw, M/n was left by himself. it was almost taboo for anyone to try and talk to him. He was supposed to be Gryffindor. Why was he in Ravenclaw? He ignored them all. Reading the book his father gave him with glee. It was sorting time. He put his book down and paid attention. He clapped along to each sorted wizard and witch, not wanting them to feel left out as he did. He remembers the silence.

"Mr. Weasley," Snape called out to the boy who looked up to the black dressed man. "Come." He stood and quickly followed. Whispers erupted. The two walked to the class where he taught and Snape slammed his book in front of him. "I found this in your little hideout." M/n stared at the advance potions book. "Sorry, Professor. I didn't think you would let me into your advanced classes." Silence. Oh God, he hated it.

"Incompetent. You think I'd let a student not attend because of houses?" M/n furrowed his brows before Snape snapped a look at him to keep quiet. "You're tolerable, Weasley. You aren't eager to prove yourself. You may attend my advanced classes. Now, go to your dorms immediately."

M/n stared in awe. "Professor... Thank you." He whispers and quickly runs out before curfew locks him out.

M/n sighs as he rereads the books once again, he was stuck on a potion that Snape thought he could do. It was beyond his skills and he only broke more and more cauldrons. Of course, Snape didn't mind. The teacher always seemed to favour the Ravenclaw, when asked about it he would simply glare and scoff before flicking his wand against his forehead.

The Weasley rubbed his sore forehead with a light frown before a small chuckle echoed in his space. "There you are!" "We've been looking for you!" The twins spoke as they put away the map. The two walked over to their brother and hugged each arm, peeking at his book. "You've done nothing but study!" George huffed tugging a bit. "Even Ron has been more active than you are!" Fred tugged back before a small little game insured.

"Wait, are you crying?!" The two spoke before M/n got up, leaving quickly. He quickly ignored the worried or judgemental looks before seeing the twins run after their brother. "M/n!? Fred! George!" Ron shouted seeing the three run before groaning. "What's wrong Ron?" Harry asked seeing the familiar pair and the Ravenclaw brother. "They made him cry again, everyone knows not to. He's fragile hearted and cries easily like some baby. He's supposed to be my older brother."

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other. "Ron, I don't think that's a good thing to say." Harry spoke up already telling that M/n was somewhat a black sheep or maybe he was bullied too much to where it wasn't playful anymore. "That's right! He's your older brother but he's also one of many in all advanced classes. For a Weasely that's quite an accomplishment." Hermione spoke pointedly. She turned away to walk off. "I can see why the teachers favour him more. You all are just mean and insensitive."

Ron stared confused then looked at hary who nodded. "You're all mental."

"M/n!" The two called out, despite having the map, they didn't want to use it. M/n wiped his tears away, he knew that he was picked on because of his hobbies, but why? That was something he couldn't understand. "Oh boy," a voice called out seeing the tearful look. "Did your brothers pick on you again?" Hagrid asked, handing him a handkerchief. "Yes." He spoke quietly before Hagrid huffed. "Well, come on then. Let's go drink some tea." M/n stood up and grabbed a piece of his shirt as they headed to the hut. He continued to cry, trying to wipe his tears away as they walked.

"Now, what warrants you to cry?"

Hagrid watched as the Weasley face changed into so much emotions before bursting out in quiet sobs.

"Why does... Being in Ravenclaw... Bother my family... So much?"

M/n whimpers out, the giant man's face quickly forms into a deep frown before shaking his head with a sigh.

"Why does... My mother hate it? Hate me?"

He continued to spill out everything he held in. Hagrid gave him a tight yet gentle hug while whispering that it was going to be alright. "Let it all out, bottling it out isn't good for the mind."

The twins were found hiding under Hagrid window listening. Frowning before hurriedly going away as they couldn't stand the cries.

#harry potter male reader #male!reader #x male reader #male reader insert #harry potter

[reineleduc]

Hi, I’m going to probably make you cry with this Harry Potter head cannon.

So to everyone that’s read the Harry Potter books we all know that Fred and George often speak as one person, not quite “finishing sentences” but like similar. I mean sometimes they would but most of the time they’d just both be saying the same sentence at the same time together and then if one of them missed a word it didn’t matter cause the other was saying the same thing. But after Fred dies in the battle of Hogwarts i don’t think George would have ever recovered from that.

Sometimes he’d be talking and take a long pause and then pick up again but without saying part of the sentence because he was used to Fred talking with him.

I also think George would be somewhat relived to be missing an ear because when he’d see his reflection with a hat on or his hair covering it then he’d cry because he thought he saw Fred.

One day George would be hanging out with Ron,Harry,hermione,Ginny and maybe some others.they’d come across a boggort and George’s boggort would be a mirror. Ron would make a dumb joke along the lines of: “blimy mate, you’re so ugly that the boggort only needs to show you yourself!” But then George would start crying. Not a ugly cry just silent tears he probably didn’t even notice. And then Ron would relise his mistake immediately. George’s worst fear was his reflection because it reminded him of his dead twin brother. Ron would go on to do something that shocked everyone else a year would escape his eyes as-well run up to his brother and give him a hug. Barely ubove a whisper they’d hear him say, “i miss him too, so much” and George would reply “every time I look in the mirror I wish I could take his place but I know even if I could he wouldn’t let me.”

To anyone who’s seen the cursed child it’s revealed that Ron runs the joke shop ‘Weasley’s wizard weases’ and I think this is because George couldn’t bear the thought of working there without Fred it didn’t seem fair to him that he could keep having fun with the joke shop without his other half. I also sadly think that George overall became a more serious person.

George was offered a role as beater on the chuddly cannons but he turned down that offer because he refused to be a beater without Fred being the other one.

Shortly after meeting his newest niece ‘lily Potter jr’ George was in a apperation accident and was severely splinched. The healers at saint munggos could have healed him but he refused. And when the rest of the Weasley s had gathered at his bed side one of his final things he said was; “ I just want to see him again I’m so sorry mum, I love you so much but I can’t keep living in a world without him.” And by him George means Fred and everyone knows that’s who he’s talking about. I then think he would say a little something to all his siblings +parents although I don’t think Charlie would be there. “Send Charlie some sweets from me, tell bill he really lucked out with fleur and he should be grateful she can’t see,” Ron would snicker at that and Molly would try not to scold him “perce, you know he forgave you right? You let him have a smile on his face for his last moments thank you.” Percy would turn away to hide the tears running down his face. “Ron, I don’t know how you got hermione to marry you but I’d like to think it was that book we gave you. And one more thing stop being a git and give yourself more credit.” Then he’d turn to Ginny “hey gin, I’m proud of you I’m proud of my amazing little sister and I’m so excited to tell Fred how amazing you’ve turned out.” Ginny would smile at him sweetly then cry into Harry’s shoulder “Harry,hermione, take care of my little siblings please?” Harry and hermione would promise. Hermione: of course, harry: I was already planning on it. Then George would look up at his dad who was trying so hard not to break down “hey dad I had something I was going to give you for Christmas but…” he’d hold out his hand to reveal a small blue toy car. The car would spring to life and fly up to spin around arther Weasley’s head. And inside there would be three little passengers: Fred and George in the front and mr Weasley in the back screaming at the twins. Suddenly George would start to cough struggling to breath mrs Weasley would rush to his side telling him to lie down. Now lying on his back George would faintly whisper out “mum?” His eyes would be glazed over molly would say “ I’m here Georgie right here.” George would lift his hand slightly and Molly would take it. George would say “He’s not George I am, honestly women you call yourself our mother” Molly would let out a small laugh and smile sadly, then George would say “mum? We’re did you go? It’s dark and I feel kinda cold, do you think I’ll die soon?” Molly would sob brushing her fingers through his hair “Georgie, I’m right baby I’m not going anywhere I love you.” George smiles but a year would run down his face “mum promise me you won’t cry once I’m gone” the old women would kiss her sons forehead and say “I promise” and I think George’s final words would be “ to a well organized mind, death, is but the next big adventure.” Then his grip on his moms hand would loosing, his breathing coming to an end, his eyes staring empty at the sky and most importantly the biggest smile still etched on his face. Quietly Harry would breath out “dumbledore”

And that is all for how I’ll break your heart today.

#harry styles #george weasley #fred and george #fred weasley #harry potter #weasly twins #molly weasley #ginny weasley #heartbreak #angst #jk rowling

[starlightshadowsworld]

Son of none

Based off this post: Aka Percy Weasley was abandoned by his family and I don’t think they realised just how much danger an 18 civilian blood traitor son would be when stuck behind enemy lines. Well never fear, a fic is here as if I don’t have any other drafts...any whoooo

@transparentfreakpursepanda

Warning for blood, torture, self loathing. Mentions of bullying and neglect. Cursing.

(Also while writing this I was listening to Polaris by Natewantstobattle and...yeah if you want more angst while reading this listen to them and think of Percy :)  )

Percy deserved this.

Knowing that didn't change things. It didn’t make it easier to make it duck past the office that had once belonged to Barty Crouch Sr without feeling dread and greif. As harsh as the man could be and that he had not bothered to learn Percy's name... Percy still mourned his loss. For all that he was, Barty Crouch Sr had been a good man.

Life at the ministry taught him quickly, that kind of wizard was few and far between.

He wondered if the look Barty Crouch Sr had shared with his son before his death wax the same his father had shared with him the day he left.

Maybe it wasn't wise to compare yourself to a deranged murderer, but if that's the kind of wizard his family thought he was...

"Weasley"

It was stern, drenched in spite that was not unlike his old potions professor. But sadly even Snapes treatment of him in class did not hold a candle to what was happening now.

Percy lifted his head, it felt heavy. Infact all of him felt that he was on fire. The figure infront of him came into focus, not that Perch could quite recall his name. Edward? No that didn't seem right. Not Edward was his wand in hand and looked very annoyed, his dark mark was on full display.

Percy became very well aware in that moment that he couldn't move. He was bound to a chair in a room that looked very much like a cellar. He was still in his ministry robes, though they were dirty and tattered and stained in something.

It took Percy longer than he should've to realise it was his own blood. Not that he knew where he was bleeding from. "You Gryffindors and your bloody stubbornness" sneered Not Edward, he was a broad man, towering over Percy.

"You're wasting my time, and yours of you don't hurry up and tell me where your family is hiding." Percy shook his head, defiantly even if his body protested at the sudden movement. "Like I said before, even if I did know, I would never tell you." 

And than Not Edward would shout profanities all the while using his subordinates to use Percy as target practice till he passed out. That had been the cycle for... Well he wasn't sure for how long. Apart from the first time when Percy had weaved a convincing story about the family heading to Romania to hide away with Charlie...a whole false hunt that ended with the brand he now had on his arm. 

But this time was different.

Not Edward smirked "thought you'd say that, no matter. We've found out how to get there attention, and they'll hand themselves over." Percy laughed, it was a strangled and it sent another wave of pain through his body.

Not Edward was still smirking, in fact if anything his confidence grew. "And better yet, you're going to the bait that brings them here." And that stopped Percy laughing at once, he was quieter. "What makes you think they'd come" the words were barely above a whisper that echoed throughout the room.

Not Edward (Percy really needed to learn this man's name for his own internal monologue's sake) rolled his eyes "don't pull that on me, you Weasely's are more attached than a bunch of grapes. Rest assured, they'll be coming one way or another."

With that he left. Percy tried not to think about the fact a death eater had more confidence in his families arrival than he did. His mind wandered to the day he left, guilt pooled in his stomach. No amount of head trauma would erase the disgust and rage in Arthur’s eyes, Percy knew at that moment he had lost all right to call the man father. 

He could never look him in the eye again, he couldn’t even look himself in the mirror without seeing him staring back. His mothers eyes haunted him, she’d been the only one to try to reach out but he had slammed that back in her face. Not that Percy should have been surprised, he’d always been a parasite. 

If anything they must’ve been relived to be rid of him. 

They wouldn’t come, he knew that. Than why did his heart race, did tears threaten to fall and his stomach churn at the thought? Percy thought of his siblings, young and old...they wouldn’t have given him a second thought. Fred and George would mourn the loss of their favourite target, but they would move on they all would if they hadn’t already. 

For Percy though, this was the end of the line. 

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Weasley family dinners were always something else, Bill knew this better than most. He smiled to Fleur who sat at his side, amusement on her face as they both watched Molly do as she does best. It was organised chaos at its finest, and while Shell cottage was a far cry from the Burrow, somehow it all came together. Harry was laughing at a story Ginny and the twins were telling, Charlie and Hermione were actually helping Molly along with Arthur. 

But even with how familiar it was, it was missing a certain brother rolling his eyes at the story and telling the true ending to the annoyance of the twins. Who would than direct the others to helping out with dinner to there mothers amusement. 

Percy. 

Ever since the watch, a muggle watch at that had arrived on his wedding day, with no name for the sender but only Bill’s name signed by an all too familiar handwriting...Bill hadn’t been able to take his mind of his little brother. His absence at his wedding and just seeing him around the house stuck out like a sore thumb to Bill. He wasn’t the only one either, he could see how his Mum would pause her eyes searching before looking down and moving onto something else.

Much like now when she put down the plates and realised that she’d left a little extra to the side. “Mum, I get that you miss him but you can’t keep doing this. Percy’s not coming back” the first to say it was Charlie, his voice soft like he was talking to an irate dragon. “Good riddance” that came from Ginny, in that whisper that wasn’t even trying to be quiet. 

Instantly Molly became much like a dragon. “Ginevera Molly Weasley, don’t you dare speak about your brother like that!” She yelled, hot tears burning in her eyes. “Molly...” Interjected Arthur, putting a calming hand on his wife’s shoulder “you can’t blame her for her anger. Come on, let’s dig in.” And that should have been the end of it but Molly turned to him, her own temper boiling. 

“Don’t you start, Arthur. Don’t you tell me I should be sat eating dinner while my son is out all alone.” She spat. “Mum, it’s fine Percy’s probably having high tea with the new minister, talking about the importance of  cauldron bottoms” snickered Fred, “pfft yeah, just sat around telling the dark lord about his book report” agreed George. Bill frowned, as did Fleur but that was nothing compared to Molly. 

Her gaze hardened and the twins shut up instantly, they’d never seen her this mad. “I dont care if you hate him, I don’t care if this isn’t my home...you speak of my son following HIM, get out of my sight now.” She said, slumping into a nearby chair. Bill stood up, putting his own hand in his mums which she took gratefully. “Percy may be the most ambitious lion around, but he wouldn’t join you know who. He left to join the ministry because that's what he believed in, death eaters isn’t even in the equation.”

And Bill meant those words. More than he ever thought he would. 

“Though is there any difference between the death eaters and the ministry anymore?” Asked Harry, the place was filled with them after all. “Yeah? Might be but they’ve kept the employees, not that I know what’s going on in there anymore.” Said Arthur, adding his 2 galleon’s into the mix. “And there not going to take kindly to a Weasley” Said Hermione, making everyone look down as if they hadn’t just realised that. 

It didn’t matter if Percy had disowned himself, his family was very much publicly fighting the people he was now stuck with. 

And that was when fate decided to be extra cruel and the radio burst into life. 

“Greetings from the Ministry. Our daily transmission has already been received today but we have an exceptional treat for the wizarding public. We will be instead hosting an interview with one of our newest employees, give a hand folks to Percival Ignatius Weasley.”

Everyone in the room froze, and yet Ron who was the only one of the family minus Fleur not to speak, ran to the radio and put the volume as loud as he could. 

“Say hello your family, Percival.” Taunted the voice, it was very gleeful as it spoke. No response was heard. “Oh, silly me I forgot how many hours you young people work, not to worry let’s get him up boys.” 

A splash was heard and a shuddering scream. “Morning Percival, sorry do you prefer Percy? Don’t care, lets start the interview. So Percival, how are you finding the ministry?” Everyone sat with baited breathe.

And yet it was there Percy who, through shuddered breaths managed to whisper a “fuck you...fuck you and your ministry”

“Well that is very rude, and here I thought your mother would have taught you manners” “don’t...don’t you talk about her.” Said Percy, Molly broke down into tears and Bill held her close. Unable to tear his gaze from the radio, no one could. 

“What do you want to say them? I’m sure they’ve missed you. In fact, just for you we’ll be hosting a party. And there all invited to the ministry, so long as they bring a certain Mr Potter.” 

There was a silence before “don’t come...don’t. Whatever you do, don’t... it’s fine. I’m fine, I love it here.” He laughed, everyone cringed at the sound he made, as if he was choking. “It’s fine, don’t come...parties are overrated yeah.” The transmission started cutting off, Ron frantically along with the twins tried to get it working. 

They heard “too busy. Don’t come, Harry don’t...stay where you are!” Before the  transmission cut off.

No one could speak, horror was etched into all of there faces. The twins were scrabbling over themselves with wand in hand to track where the transmission had come from. 

The Ministry. 

“We’re going...now” said Molly, standing up. Her tears were gone, grabbing for her wand and coat. “Molly...be rationale, we need to plan this.” Said Arthur, Molly spun on her heel and glared. “I am not going to sit here while those...monsters torture MY son! Planning will take to long, did you hear him Arthur?! Did you hear your son crying out in pain...he doesn’t have long left...” Arthur looked down, unable to respond. 

Molly looked at the rest of the family, her gaze saying it all: You can come with me or you can stay. The first to stand was Bill, closely followed by Fleur who met his thankful gaze with a determined smile. Charlie and Ron were next, grabbing there wands with Harry and Hermione following. Ginny and the twins exchanged guilty looks but stood. Arthur couldn’t look at any of them, he simply picked up his wand. 

“Harry, I understand if you wish to stay” said Molly, he shook his head. “I might not know him well but Percy’s family 2...I cant sit here while you guys go even with the danger.” He replied, and somehow that was all it was, Percy was family...enough said. 

And so the family of lions got up and left, to find the one they left behind. 

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Percy was terrified.

A part of him argued that he should be grateful they came at all for him. Maybe it was out of pity, out of ensuring that he wasn't able to be used against them.

Yes, that's all it was. He was nothing afterall, he was merely a civilian in a war.

And yet hearing Molly tearfully and frantically whisper his name. Hearing Hermione yell the counterspell to his imprisonment to Ron who did so perfectly. Seeing the light of spells cast by Ginny and the twins to stun Not Edward... (Who was apparently called Edgar... Eh close enough.)

Feeling Charlie carry him in his arms, mumbling curse words. Smelling Arthur's cologne.

It all felt right. It was warmth that he couldn't remember experiencing. It was enough to lull him to a facade that everything was fine.

But when his wounds were healed and he saw them all looking at him... Percy knew he had to shelf that dream. "I told you not to come" was the first thing he said, averting his gaze. (Couldn't look them in the eye)

"And you must've lost a few screws if you thought we wouldn't" said Bill, meeting Percy's gaze. "You shouldn't have" is all he replied. "And what, let you be killed by the ministry?" Gaped Ginny. Percy shrugged "wouldn't have made much difference, you've only gone and put yourselves in more danger."

"Are you... Are you fucking with us right now?" Asked Fred, incredously. "No, im too busy ranting about cauldron bottoms to do that." And if Fred paused, Percy didn't see it.

Seeing as no one was getting anyway, Bill sat beside Percy who immediately felt on edge. "Thanks for the watch" he said simply. Everyone blinked in confusion and than realisation as no one has known where Bill's new watch had come from. Percy smiled faintly "You're welcome, reminded me of you."

"Although, I do wish you could've gave it in person" continued Bill, testing the waters. Percy surprised him by shaking his head "no you wouldn't have. It was your day, I wasn't going to ruin it." Bill frowned "is that what you think?" Percy shrugged again "it's what I've been told."

"You are way to chill after being tortured" said Charlie, Percy looked at his bandaged arms and snorted. "Eh? It's nothing new. That guy was just there for the theatrics, sadist if you ask me." Charlie raised an eyebrow "nothing new?" Percy nodded "yeah, what you think the ministry that's so far up Voldermorts ass would allow me to work there without some 'interviews'."

Everyone paled.

"But than why stay there?" Asked Arthur, Percy froze. Steeling himself, switching from calm to panic to calm in an instant but they all saw. "I've got business there, things I need to get done and ensure are done. Speaking of which, thanks for the rescue but I should be off."

He didn't belong here. Not anymore.

"Percy, you can stay." Said Molly, already standing up to get his room prepared. "No, I can't. I have work, I have a duty... And I'm no longer part of this family." When he said that, Percy felt like the wind was knocked out of him but stood his ground. "Percy... That's not true.."

Percy met Arthur's gaze, his father's eyes. "Really? Than pray tell why did no one tell me you were all in hiding... Or a warning? And don't say it was impossible because I managed to send a parcel to a location I didn't even know about nor knew existed."

No one could answer that.

"I'll be off, and don't worry I won't tell them anything. Just do what you do best, and leave me alone." Arthur managed to grab Percy's wrist though he hissed in pain and pulled his arm back like he'd been burnt. "Don't.. Touch me, Arthur Weasely."

Arthur recoiled, Percy looked away. "I spent my whole life wanting to be someone you could be proud off...I listened to all the critism and yes I was a prat. But the moment I made my own choice you already made me aware I didn't belong in my own house. I’m sorry...that I’m not athletic like Ginny, I’m not smart like Ron or as successful as Bill and Charlie, I’m not a hero like a Ron or fun like Fred and George. That I’m just plain ol prat Percy.”

He began to walk away. Just like he did before.

"That choice was against following Dumbledor, turning against the light." Said Molly, wanting him to understand. Percy laughed, with no humour at all but glaring hard. Rage emanated from him.

"I'm sorry if I choose not to stand behind an old coot who routinely sends an abused boy to his abusers, who nearly got 3 11 yearolds killed because he wanted to weed out a possibility. Who nearly got thousands of children killed and did nothing to save Ginny with the chamber. The man who wouldn't give an innocent man a trial and got him sent to the worst prison for 12 years... Who put teenagers in a death game and let an underage kid join because why not. That man is a monster and I refuse to follow someone like that. But no that means I'm blindly following authority." He sneered, staring at them all.

"And the ministry? Because as corrupt and fucked up as it is I know I can do something. That changes can be made in the systems to benefit everyone, Dumbledor is someone who breeds child solider’s and let's a known abuser teach at his school and somehow I’m the only one who isn't okay with that."

And with that Percy left, no one knew what to say. They simply sat in silence, absorbing everything they just heard. Ginny thought about how Percy had profusely apologised after she was free from the chamber, how he’d made time for her since than. Ron thought of all the times they’d have an adventure and Percy would watch over them like a mother hen. 

Bill and Charlie recalled when Percy would still come to them for help before he started Hogwarts. When they found him bruised and broken from bullies except this was because of them. “He really thinks that doesn’t he...?” Said Fred, George nodded. Neither could smile, guilt pooled in their hearts that they didn’t think he felt like that. 

Molly sobbed for her son who was once again lost and Arthur wondered where he had gone wrong to lose his son all over again. 

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Meanwhile Percy entered a muggle flat in London. Alone again just like he belonged, laying on his bed and looking at the brand on his arm.

'Son of none'

And if that didn't hurt most of all.

Suffice to say they all things to think about for when they’d meet again. 

#percy weasley #Percy Weasely deserved better #angst #self loathing #depression #Percy Weasely needs a hug #blood #Torture #swearing #Sorry if it's rushed

[magicbystarlight]

One For Sorrow, Two For Joy - Part Four

Masterlist, Part One

Part Four of Eighteen

Summary: For the last three years, you’ve been working a repetitive Ministry job and wrapped your life around an unhappy relationship. After realizing how empty your life has become, you leave everything behind and stumbles across an unlikely job for you - Office Manager for Weaselys' Wizard Wheezes. There you wish to find something you lost in the war: hope.

Word Count: 3336

Warnings: 18+, Fluff, bad rhymes. Minors DNI.

HP Tag List: @bamboozledflamplant

The rest of dinner was littered with conversation surrounding the box. You kept the products’ functions a surprise, letting them guess and hopefully experiment on their own. Harry and Hermione were able to convince Ron to try out the whoopee cushion because it was a "simple muggle prank". When everyone realized he had fallen victim to uncontrollable flatulence, no one could stop laughing.

As dinner ended, everyone began to head inside, with the exception of Mrs. Weasley who stayed behind picking everything up. "Are you coming?" George asked over his shoulder.

"In a minute, I'm going to help your mum." He started to turn back to the yard, but you stopped him. "Go spend time with everyone else, we'll be in shortly."

He hesitated a moment before heading inside the open, sending you one last look before shutting the door behind him. "What did you need help with, Mrs. Weasley?"

"How kind of you to offer dear! Could you put the chairs and tables into the barn?"

You worked quickly as a team, having sent the dishes to wash themselves and putting everything else in its proper place. Mrs. Weasley seemed rather pleased, smiling at the now empty spot where you had just eaten dinner. "You know," she started, "Arthur has spoken very highly of you for the past few years, he was always sad when you turned him down to move to his department. Said you were the best hire he'd ever made." Her eyes turned to you, still watery from earlier.

"He was surprised that you left the Ministry, but when Ginny told me about the office manager post, we knew it was meant to be. Especially you asking him not to give any recommendation and wanting to get it on your own merit." Her smile was soft. "It was a nice thought, having someone we could trust to look after the shop. But it was such a wonderful surprise to see that you've been looking after George, as well."

Tears flowed freely down her face, but her smile stayed. "He hasn't been himself since Fred died. Not that anyone expected him to be, but it's been a hard few years watching him. I was afraid I’d lost him too. But tonight? He's...he's George. He was smiling and laughing and talking more than he has since. I don't know how you did it, but you brought my son back."

"I- Mrs. Weasley, I - I really didn't do anything."

She tilted her head, her smile widening. "No dear, you did." She cupped your face in a way that your own mother had done so often. "Arthur was right, you were his best hire. I hope you come by more often, even without George. It's always nice to have more girls in the house and I'm sure Arthur would love it."

You had no response for her other than a hug, as you fought back tears of your own.

"Come now, dear. Let's head inside and see what kind of mischief the boys have gotten into."

Inside, sitting in presumably the family room, Harry and Ron had been testing the products with Hermione and Ginny enjoying the show and Arthur and Percy in seemingly deep conversation off to the side. George was leaning against the wall watching everything unfold, a wide smile on his face. The light from the fireplace danced across his face, highlighting the freckles that ran across his nose and reflecting in his warm brown eyes.

As if he felt the weight of your stare, his eyes met yours. And, for the briefest moment, it felt as if his smile was only for you. You looked away, joining Hermione and Ginny on the couch.

"It's a brilliant collection," Hermione said with a devilish smile. She showed the faux spider she had apparently swiped from the box without anyone noticing. "I think I'll actually get a lot of use out of this one." She held it in her open palm and circled her wand above it. It started to twitch before it stretched out its legs and crawled about on her hand. With a wicked grin on her face, she levitated the faux spider over to where the boys were sitting trying to figure out the wand and let it land softly on Ron's shoulder. What followed was absolutely beautiful.

Ron screamed frantically. His voice grew high and shrill and he swatted it off his shoulder. He scrambled away from where it landed, ending up in a red faced Harry's lap before letting out a rather loud fart. Laughter filled the room at poor Ron's expense.

As everyone calmed down, you got to chatting with the girls. You wouldn't say you were friends at school, but you got along well. You hadn't spoken to many people since leaving the Ministry. Even at the Ministry, you tended to keep to yourself and your old partner.

"What are you doing for Christmas?" Hermione asked as the three of you watched Harry try to figure out the wand.

"Just, um, closing the shop. Gotta give the assistants some time with family, ya know? Then I'm a, I'm gonna go see my parents."

George put Harry out of his misery and took the wand from him, twirling it until it turned into a bouquet of flowers. He extended the bouquet to you, before giving an extravagant bow.

"Flowers for m'lady?"

You couldn’t help the heat you felt in your face every time your eyes wandered to George the rest of the night after that.

-

Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes Presents:

Fred's Fantastic Funbox

Feeling stuck in the stocks?

Like the end of an ox?

Want to be knocked off your socks?

Try Fred's Fantastic Funbox!

Six NEW products in the convenience of one box.

Pre-Order yours today!

The ad wasn't nearly as impressive as some of Fred and George's older ones, but it got the point across well enough. You could only hope that the firework display you’d sent to Hogwarts would be impressive enough to garner attention. You put down the Prophet, focusing on eating the breakfast you had made.

You and George had worked so hard on the products, but if you didn't get enough interest with the ad, it would have been all for nothing. You sighed as I scraped the scrapes in the bin. It was still a little early for work and you didn't want to face the reality of the day sooner than necessary, so you walked.

It was usual London weather, far too cold and far too damp. Diagon Alley was different than it had been in your youth. Many of its shops had been affected during the war and it had left several of the storefronts empty in the years following. With Ministry efforts, new shops now stood in many of their places, but there were still a few holes that reminded everyone of years past.

As you approached the joke shop, a small crowd gathered outside the windows and peering inside. And in the group was a familiar face. Dean Thomas stood at the edge of the crowd, wearing a broad smile and maroon scarf on top of his dress robes.

"Hi! What are you doing here?" you asked as he helped close the distance between you. A moment of awkwardness ensued as you held out your hand and he held out his arms.

"I saw the ad, thought I'd drop by to pre-order," he said as he shook your hand.

"There was a pre-order form under the ad you could have owled in."

He shrugged slightly. "I may have also heard a rumor or two that you were working here."

The no-nonsense Ravenclaw working for a nonsense-only Gryffindor was probably unusual. You shouldn't be surprised people would talk.

"So you left the Ministry," he stated. "I'm sure McLaggen didn't like that."

"Probably not." You didn't know for sure, but it didn't really matter. "It was great to see you, Dean, but I gotta get in. I'll see you around, okay?"

Dean's smile dropped a little but sent you off with a promise to send you an owl soon. You rushed off to the back staircase, bounding up its steps, and opening the door to the loft.

"George!"

No answer. You slipped inside and checked his usual seat in the kitchen only to find it empty. Pondering whether you should continue to invade your boss's privacy or go back down to face the crowd at the front door, the latter won out quite easily. Down the short hallway, you found his bedroom also empty. Wondering if he had already made it inside the shop, youturned to exit the room.

Instead of finding an empty doorway, you slammed straight into a naked chest.

Stumbling over yourself you nearly fell, but George kept you standing upright. You took a moment–or three–to take in the picture of him standing there with only a white towel to cover his lower half. He looked good. Really good. Lean, but the way his biceps flexed as he held onto you suggested there was plenty of strength.

After an embarrassingly long time, you finally looked up at his face.

"Enjoying the show?"

Yes. "I'm gonna go wait in the kitchen," you mumbled before scurrying away. You definitely had been enjoying the show. A few minutes passed before he strolled through the doorway and you averted your eyes quickly.

He'd always been attractive, but seeing him freshly showered, wet hair, and a confident smile made you think things you should not be thinking about your boss. Your body was still tingling from earlier and something told you that he would not let it be forgotten.

His chair scratched over the floor and as he sat down across from you. Your fingernails became very interesting at the moment.

"Guess it's a good thing you didn't come half an hour earlier when I was about to get in,” he joked with a wide smile. "Is there a reason you interrupted my shower?"

"There's a crowd downstairs, and, if you can believe it, I was trying to avoid having an awkward conversation." You continued to examine your nails, promising yourself to visit a salon on your next day off.

"A crowd?"

"Yeah, it seems like people saw the ad."

"Do you think people sent in pre-orders already?"

You looked up at him, the earlier entanglement no longer mattering. "Maybe. They'd be dropped off in the office."

George led you out of his loft and through the now open and lively shop. He stopped briefly to tell Bini to come get them if he needed any help before heading up to the office. Inside was a tall, wobbly tower of mail sitting on top of your desk. An owl swooped in to add another envelope to the pile.

Each letter contained a pre-order, some even ordering multiple boxes. There were easily over a hundred orders, meaning you would definitely need to make more boxes. And by the volume of new orders coming in, at least a couple hundred more. Less than an hour after opening, Bini came up and borrowed George for help on the floor. You stayed to set up a system to track purchases, creating labels for each order and filing them alphabetically.

Satisfied with your system, you went to help in the front of the shop. The shop was almost as busy as it had been when it first opened, an incredible feat considering school was in session now. But it seemed that nostalgia and intrigue had called to the inner child in a lot of witches and wizards. Since you didn't have as much practical experience with the inventory, you stayed at the register while the boys worked the floor. It was incredible watching George interact with people, many of whom were old pals of his, and you found yourself being more social than you had in years. People you’d been friends with or had known you at Hogwarts were surprised but happy to find you behind the counter.

"I can't believe you're working here," Cho said as she paid for a large number of self-inking quills and a box of fireworks. "But it explains why George finally came out with something new."

You smiled at your old dorm mate. "It's actually been great. I needed a little fun in my life. How's the Home?"

Her smile dropped a little. "We're doing okay, but the Ministry is considering cutting our funding. They think that almost everyone's doing fine now. But they don't see that there's still a lot of families suffering." Cho had been a strong advocate for children who had suffered during the war, those on both sides. Many children were left with one or no parents either due to death or imprisonment and it had been difficult to find caretakers financially capable of taking care of those who were on the other side. So Cho, who was barely an adult herself, took them in and started Witches and Wizards Home for Change, a charity that provided housing, school supplies, meals, and even mental health services to those who needed it, regardless of who they were.

It had caused a lot of controversy early on, but after Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy openly voiced their support, everyone seemed to approve of her work. Several children who had been in the home and graduated Hogwarts had gone on to do well as business owners, Ministry employees, etc. But there was still a lot more that needed to be helped.

"How much will you be losing?" you asked.

"Too much."

"I haven't heard anything about this. Does Kingsley know?"

She nodded. "He does, but he can only do so much and he already has a lot on his plate. The Daily Prophet only did a small article about it, and so far no one really seems to care. I don't know how we're going to survive without the funding."

Cho looked devastated at the thought of losing her life's work and as she left, you wished you knew a way to help.

-

It had been a hectic few days. The store was busy and even with the wonderful clerks taking on more hours, George and you were needed on the floor. Orders continued to come in and easily quadrupled your original estimate. George had even gotten a few requests for interviews. It seemed people weren't only interested in the products, but the man behind them.

George only accepted one. One of his friends from Hogwarts had gotten their own radio show a couple of years ago, Tea With Lee. They hadn't spoken much since the war and George wanted to rekindle their old friendship.

"You'll have to tell me if I end up sounding like an imbecile. I'm afraid everyone else will be too forgiving," he told you as you closed the shop the night before his interview.

You shook your head. "It's my first morning off in a week, I have a lot of errands to run."

His expression fell slightly until it turned into an overly exaggerated pout. "You have to tune in! You're the only person I can trust!"

"My fridge is empty, I need groceries!"

He grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to face him directly. "I am much more important than food." His face was flat and serious for a moment, but broke into a wide grin as you rolled your eyes.

It wasn't really fair. His smile was infectious and you caved quicker than you’d care to admit.

The following morning, you made yourself a proper English Breakfast as you waited for the interview. You hadn't heard Lee's show before, or any wizarding radio really. At least not since Potterwatch.

"Welcome back ladies and gents to Tea with Lee. I hope everyone is having as wonderful of a morning as I am since I have one of my best friends sitting across from me today - Mr. George Weasley! How are ya, mate?"

Lee had always been a natural on a microphone and George matched his energy as they spoke. They chatted a bit before mentioning our new products. George refused to give away any secrets about the products, only mentioning that he and Fred had been working on them— hence the name.

"That's truly beautiful, I'm sure he'd love it too. What got you to finish and release them?"

"My new shopkeeper. She kinda kicked my arse about it."

"The Ravenclaw, right? Wasn't she—"

"Boring? I thought so, too. But she tested every product, multiple times. She came up with the name and design. She's definitely a Ravenclaw, the office is far more organized and functional than it ever has been, but she's incredible. Incredible to work with."

"That wasn't what I was going to say-"

George cut him off again, "She's actually tuned in right now."

Lee laughed. "I see. Hi!"

You couldn't help but smile as you listened to the interview winding down. George even mentioned Cho's funding issues, encouraging people to send letters to Wizengamot and promised to donate a Sickle for every Fred's Fantastic Funbox sold. He'd listened to your worries over the Home and it was a sweet surprise for him to offer his support to a worthy cause.

After the show, you spent a couple of hours hunting down Christmas presents. You were grateful that you had cheap rent and some savings leftover as you ended up buying presents for more people than you had in many years. Somehow you managed to track down presents for all the people in your life. George's were your favorite.

After sending the gifts to your apartment, you thought it'd be nice to grab lunch at the Leaky Cauldron before heading to work. It was a reward for yourself. As you waited for Tom, however, your day turned sour.

"Hello, love," Cormac's voice purred in your ear.

You flinched away, finding him standing right behind where you had been. Your breakfast threatened to reappear as he looked at you. You couldn't keep eye contact long, it hurt too much. "What do you want?" The question didn't come out with as much venom as you had wanted.

He looked unfazed as he leaned against the counter. "I just came for lunch, but what a beautiful surprise to run into you." He seemed to wait for a response but was met by a cold silence. "I was actually thinking about you, then I heard that Weasley on the radio, and now here you are. The universe must be sending us signs."

"Or the universe has a dark sense of humor."

He chuckled, but it didn't feel genuine. "I miss our banter. I actually really miss you."

You didn't try to hide your distaste as you glared up at him. "And how does Daphne feel about that?"

"She doesn't matter," he said as he reached out to touch your face.

You blocked his hand. "She seemed to matter plenty to you a few months ago. Or was she just one of many?"

He shrugged and you could taste the acid at the back of your throat. "You know she meant nothing. She's nothing. You're the only girl that matters to me."

"You have a really fucking funny way of showing it."

"Come on, love. I made a mistake. Come back home and we can fix this."

You laughed harshly. "I have absolutely no interest in ever getting back together with you. I'd rather be a Bludger's target practice."

His laid back demeanor went rigid at the rejection. "Is it because of Weasley?"

"No, you dense fucking arsehole."

He stepped closer, trying and failing to be intimidating. "I've had enough of those red-headed freaks. They always want what is mine."

Tom dropped off your lunch at that moment and rushed off to help someone else. "I am not yours. I am not property that can be owned or stolen. Who I choose to date or spend my time with is my decision, not yours." You grabbed the bag far more aggressively than necessary. "And his name is George."

Next Part

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[thora-jane]

Twin-Way Mirror Pt. 1 (Weasley Twins/Reader Love Triangle)

Series Summary: You've been friends with the Weasley twins since your first train to Hogwarts, but as the three of you start your 6th year, you start to question if your feelings go beyond friendship.

Summary for Pt 1: as Summer draws to a close, some old friends come to take you off to the Quidditch World Cup

Warnings: none, I don't think. Maybe some tension between you and your parents.

Word count: 2,200

female!reader, 2nd person POV

Summer Holidays were special, you supposed, what with everyone taking a break from classes and unwinding for a couple months. You personally hadn’t been as big of a fan since you started Hogwarts. You were a Muggleborn, and Hogwarts was the first time you felt you actually understood school. You had been a horrible student in muggle school and consistently got terrible marks, but at Hogwarts? You were the brightest witch of your year. Even before your first day of classes, you had poured over every book cover to cover, examined your wand and robes for hours on end, and it took everything inside you not to start making potions.

Summer holidays were just the months in between. The time when you would lie to all your muggle friends about your new school (a private school, meant to reform students doing poorly in the academics department), and hold your breath amidst the tension of your muggle parents heavily encouraging you to continue to study muggle subjects and go to a muggle university after you graduate (“Come now, (y/n), you can’t possibly think you can just live out your life as a witch, do you?”).

A silver lining to all of this were the letters you would get from your friends. Once the sun had gone down and you could release your pet owl, Eros, with a letter or two strapped to his foot. In the morning, he would fly back with a letter or package before falling asleep in his cage. The letters would be from a few different friends every once in a while; Angelina would write to you about the latest news in Quidditch, always assuring you that this would be the year you make it onto the team, Hermione would send you newspaper clippings as your parents didn’t want you subscribing to a wizard newspaper, even Oliver would write and tell you about how his summers were going since he knew you didn’t see your friends much. And of course, there were the letters from the Weasleys.

You were in the same year as the twins, Fred and George, but no one could ever be friends with just a few of the Weasleys, it was always all or nothing. Ginny would write to you about quidditch (also assuring you you’d make the team, though you never did), Mr. Weasely would write and ask for common muggle objects, or with a whole laundry list of questions about muggle life, Mrs. Weasely would write asking you if you were being taken care of, sending you recipes and craft patterns, knowing how much you loved to cook and work with yarn, even Ron and Percy would write you, though mostly because Mrs. Weasley made them. Percy never let on as he scribbled about ministry business, but almost all of Ron’s consisted of “How are you, I am fine, mum wants me to write you. The twins miss you. xoxo Sorry, that was Fred and George.”

Ah, the Twins. Their letters were always your favorite, filled with page-long jokes or stories of their epic pranks and escapades, sometimes with a chocolate frog or some other sweet taped to the inside of the letter. Of course, when they mentioned making a line of pranking sweets, you were a bit hesitant to eat some of the things they sent. But you always seemed to walk away from the experience with all your teeth and toes, so you figured you wouldn’t get pranked unless they were there in person.

You kept all the letters and souvenirs and clippings sent, and even hung some up on your bedroom wall. Of course, none of the letters sent to you went unanswered, there would be days on end when you would write and craft responses to them, especially when one of the twins sent you a letter. You always closed out their responses assuring them that the three of you would see eachother again soon, and that next term would arrive before they knew it.

Granted, when you said this, you didn’t expect anyone to show up on your doorstep one day.

You were up in your room, writing out a response to George’s most recent letter and scrounging around for one of the candybars you had bought for him after finally convincing him to try muggle candy. It was then that you heard the doorbell ring. You paid it no attention, and chalked it all up to one of your mum’s friends stopping by for a coffee.

This of course, was not the case. You heard a few different voices, besides your mum, one or two of them belonged to who you assumed were women, but the others sounded much deeper. Then you heard thumping footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hall. The next thing you knew, there was a loud pounding on the door.

Then there was silence.

You weren’t quite sure who was there, but you hadn’t heard anything from your parents about company. And if there was one thing you’ve learned at Hogwarts, in these past few years especially, is that you always need to be on your toes.

You drew your wand out from your tied back hair and, holding it at the ready, opened up the door.

You weren’t quite sure who you were expecting, but not a second later two messes of red and black hair came flying towards you as Harry and Ron yanked you into a half-hug, half-tackle.

“(y/n)!” Harry laughed, moving your hand holding your wand so it didn’t stab him in the face, “the look on your face!”

Ron almost snorted, “Bloody hell, the twins would have paid galleons to see that!”

It took you a moment to recover your breath, but once the two boys stepped back from their hug, you managed to stutter out a question.

“Why are...uh...what are you doing here? And where are the twins?” You turned to Ron, who had walked over to your desk and started looking up at all the letters tapped to the wall, he started talking, but you could tell he was much more absorbed in all the papers and pictures and doodles.

“We’re here to pick you up, you’re all packed, aren’t you? The cup is in a few days and-say, were you going to eat this?” he interrupted himself, holding up one of the candy bars.

You walked past your bed and yanked a pillow out from Harry, who had seemed to make himself comfortable before you hit him with a pillow, then did the same to Ron.

“No, you may not eat that, that isn’t for you. And what cup? What do you mean all packed?” You tossed the pillow back onto your bed, and it landed on Harry’s face with an ‘oof’ before you pulled your trunk out of the closet and started tossing some of your cleaner and folded laundry in there, “Ronald I have no clue what you’re talking about. Harry, what does he mean?”

Although neither of you were in the Weasely family, you and Harry treated each other like siblings. Maybe not close friends, but the two of you were close enough that talking to him wasn’t too difficult.

“The Quidditch World Cup. Ron, didn’t you tell her?” He sat back up on your bed, looking over at Ron with his brow furrowed, “Your mum had you write her about it the other day, yeah?”

Ron smacked himself in the head, “I knew I was forgetting something! (Y/n), Dad got enough tickets to the Quidditch World Cup and you’re coming with us. Now, mum thought I wrote you and you’re supposed to be packed for school too, we’re taking all your stuff to the burrow and dropping you off at the Hogwarts express with the rest of us.”

“You’re only just now telling me?!” You tried not to shriek as you started packing faster, racking through your brain for all the things you’d need. You hadn’t gotten the list of books yet this year, but you intended on going before the year started. After running to the closet again and tossing your school uniform into the trunk, you ran over to the desk and shoved Ron aside to grab your box of letter writing things and some of the magical books you thought might be useful this year. While hastily stacking the boxes and books into your trunk, you ordered Ron and Harry from over your shoulder, “Ron, my potions kit should be under the bed. Harry, run to the bathroom and grab the small bag with butterflies on it, it should have my toothbrush, soap, shampoo, makeup -bathroom stuff. Well?”

The two boys nodded, a little intimidated at the speed you were packing. As Harry Ran to the bathroom, you turned to Ron.

“Do you remember the extra thing on the list this year? Fourth years and up needed…?”

“Don’t remind me. Fourth years and up need dress robes. I hate mine, they’re bloody awful,” he sighed, looking morose as he handed you your cauldron full of potion tools, “I’ll look like an old lady in them. What about you?”

You ran over to the closet, rifling through the jumpers and other clothes, tossing a Mrs.-Weasley-Handmade-Jumper into the trunk, “My mum took me out to get a dress a few days back, it should be...ah yes, here it is,” You pulled out a dress with see-through billowy sleeves and a skirt that went almost to the floor when you wore it, “You think this is good enough?” He raised his eyebrows, nodding.

“It looks nice,” You could tell he wasn’t too interested and agreed only to be polite, but you appreciate the sentiment as you carefully tucked it into your trunk. Harry came back and tossed the bag to you and you added it to your trunk before closing the lid and placing Eros’s cage on top. Sticking your wand back into your hair and slinging your yarn bag over your shoulder, you looked back at the two boys.

“Where are the twins? I thought they would have wanted to come pick me up?”

Ron tossed you the candy bars on your desk before walking to the other side of the trunk and helping you lift it, “Well, mum needed Hermione and Harry to help us get to a muggle house, and I tagged along. They wanted to come, but mum said she wanted to make a good impression on your parents and the last time they picked someone up from a muggle house dad had to go to at least a dozen ministry hearings.”

You chuckled, remembering how back in their third year they stole the car to pick up Harry from his aunt and uncle’s, “That sounds about right, Harry, could you get the door?”

Harry picked up Eros’s cage and held the door wide open as you and Ron waddled the trunk out of your room, stopping as you got to the edge of the stairs.

Your mum, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley turned at the sound of you making your way down the hall. The two witches waved, their faces lighting up as you greeted them, then Mrs. Weasley pulled out her wand and waved it gently, “Let me help you with that, dearie,” She smiled as your trunk delicately floated down the stairs.

“(y/n), Mrs. Weasely and Miss-” She looked over at Hermione for a second, before Hermione answered. “Granger,” She smiled politely.

“Yes, Miss Granger just explained to me that their family was going to take you to a...Wizard Football match?” She smiled a little, puzzled by the own words coming out of her mouth, “they offered to have you stay at their house,” She glanced at your trunk and the wide grin on your face, “I take it you’re interested in going?”

You nodded vigorously before pausing, “Is...Is that alright with you?”

She smiled, though it looked a bit forced, “Yes, yes it is. Just make sure you brush up on your real school subjects, please. And do mind your manners.”

You practically squealed, your hands shaking excitedly as you ran to grab your normal shoes (school shoes and dress shoes had been packed in the trunk).

Mrs. Weasely thanked your mum again and the boys and Hermione helped carry your trunk out to the car. Once you had all settled in and started to drive off, Mrs. Weasley looked at you through the rearview mirror.

“Your mum seems like a wonderful lady, but she isn’t too fond of magic, is she?” She asked gently, and you noticed the whole car go a bit quiet.

“No, she isn’t. I think she’d rather I focus more on traditional muggle subjects than magic,” You answered shyly, looking down at the yarn in your bag.

“Ah well, I wouldn’t fret too much over that, dearie. Muggles can be like that sometimes, but she’ll come around,” She offered a smile through the mirror again. Before you knew it, you were back to talking with your younger friends, excitedly asking about their summers as the five of you made your trip back to the burrow.

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[the-second-tonks]

hi! i hope you are having a good day today! would like to have a ship request for marvel and harry potter. i’m a straight female.

looks: i’m pretty curvy and i have light brown skin and bright chocolate brown eyes. i have wavy black hair with light brown streaks through them that goes a little past my shoulders. i’m 5’1 so pretty short.

i’m introverted at first but once you know me i’m very extroverted. i’m pretty funny most people say my jokes are funny. i’m can turn anything into an innuendo lol.

when people are rude or say something that is wrong i’m pretty loud and will always defend myself. i will always stand up for what is right.

i love reading and watching movies. i especially love true crime. the psychology behind it is really fascinating. i love astrology and witchcraft and having meaningful conversations

i’m really good with history and i know lots of fun facts. i’m really easy going and love debating topics i’m passionate about.

i’m a pisces so i’m really intuitive and emotional. really empathetic but i don’t cry a lot. i’m fiery and stand my ground when needed.

i fall in love hard and fast. when i do have a crush it’s either for a really long time or a week. people who can hold interesting conversations are people i usually crush on.

my style is like dark academia very soft colors but i also like preppy outfits.

my fears are tiny spaces by myself being somewhere without having a way to contact someone. loosing my family and friends.

my love language is physical touch

i’m also a gryffindor!

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Hello !

From Harry Potter

I ship you with -

Fred Weasely :)

Your introvert nature in front of him and extroverted nature with friends will attract him to you!

Your curvy and therefore , I expect him to flirt with you ! You're also easy going and he'll appreciate it !

His flirting will make you fall for him but , it's gonna be long way !

You joke a lot , which will just be an amazing add-up to their group !

He'll keep you on your feet !

He'll also smirk proudly when you'll loudly defend yourself or him !

He'll prank anyone who makes fun of you ? And mostly he'll also prank the professors if they don't agree with you , even after a debate when you're correct !

Okay , he's not the one for meaningful conversation , but sometimes you can bring that big-bro side of him !

You maybe be dreamy ? While you dream about him , he smirks at you , as he knows you're dreaming of him !

Pisces are cute at times , so maybe he'll smile at your cuteness at lot !

He'll often laugh (not in a offensive way tho) when you'll try to defend yourself in front of him because you'll just look cute to him !

He'll often accompany you to the library just to stare at your bright chocolate brown eyes as they scan the words of the book , spend time with you and maybe think ideas about the next prank..

Sometimes dating him could feel like dating George !

The whole Weasely family adores you and Percy keeps talking about books with you !

You're chivalrous and Fred's gonna appreciate that !

Sometimes , Fred goes with the flow of pranking and forgets about things called 'feelings' . You might help him there with your empathetic nature and bring his attention to fact of how the person would feel or if the prank if too harsh .

He'll appreciate your interests a lot !

Wearing the same colour Weasely jumper and snuggling into him with a book is your favourite activity !

He'll always love your height ! "Hey , how's the air down there ? " *Very common .

Maybe getting squashed between Fred and George (as they do it purposely) as they do it unknowingly ..

Fred is always ready to cuddle , hug or have any type of physical connection with you . Even if you both are roaming around , his hand will be around your waist , while doing homework together (in which he is thinking about his shop products) , his hand will constantly brush yours or maybe both of you have tangled your legs or- you both are touching each other in any way!

He'll always help you with your fears and always be there for you !

Tropes could be normal attraction or maybe he pranked on you with one of your fears (unknowingly) and that's how it began ...

Supporting Harry in his fight with voldy

Overall , very cute and beautiful relationship that will take you to the heights , make you fall down and take you to the heights again ! What I mean is an Always exciting relationship

Your bestfriend would be -

Ginny Weasely !

I would've said George is your bestie but he's like a brother to you and Ginny's gonna be all excited about having a girl in her house !

Not by any chance she's gonna let you break your relationship with Fred !

She loves the pair of you two and secretly wishes to have such a relationship with Harry the boy of her dreams.

A lot of fiery energy over here !!

Maybe she'll colour your hair to a shade of Weasely colour?

From Marvel

I ship you with -

Scott Lang a.k.a Ant Man

This crazy man will have your heart !!!

He's a real charmer with a really witty sense of humour !

I can hear you and him laughing and laughing all the time !

This is gonna be a very funny relationship !

Not to forget , he's a brilliant engineer . But you are not that much interested in it , instead you shower him with history while he tried to make you understand science ! Funny facts are gonna earn you both roars of laughter !

He and you with have movie marathons together , where you're gonna choose movies !

You both would go to a crime scene together (you know wat I'm taking about , ryt ? ) and go till the end of it ! Maybe that's how you met !

He'll find you very cute and maybe he'll pull your cheeks often?

He'll support you when you stand your ground !

He'll always be there with you , but this fear of loosing your loved ones is gonna bug you !

He'll joke to reassure you that he'll return

"you won't be able to get rid of me so soon , Y/N!"

Being together in infinity war and endgame !

You and Scott will make the whole team laugh!

'The Laughter couple' or something like that , Tony's definately gonna name you both !

Overall a very funny and lively relationship

Your bestfriend would be -

Natasha Romanoff a.k.a Black Widow

Your the only one who can bring a laugh on her sometimes serious face !

Her sarcastic comments and your funny nature is a very good combo !

It's like a demon with an angel kinda friendship(ok not exactly demon she's an angel 👼 but she gives me mysterious vibes)

You both are going to be so good friends..

Gifs are not mine (I forget to add it !!!)

I hope you like it !

Thank you for the ask ☺️

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Draco and Harry are having Bi-panic in chapter 5: The Dementor!

Harry's faith in Dumbledore is innocent and understandable but seriously I want Harry to spend his time off school time with Weasleys or Grangers...

That got me thinking why we don't get Hermione's Parents. And knowing what happened to Hermione last year, how did her parents just let her go back to school? Grangers are only normal Muggles in this story. They could have been a nice replacement for Durselys yet we don't get them, why is that?

We know Fred and George started to tease Percy whereas Ron started to feel jealous of Percy. No, not because of his achievement but because Percy might be the only brother who managed to get himself a girlfriend. Weasely brothers might be brave and kind but none of them are experts in the romantic department, are they?

Did Hermione and Ginny's friendship start with this chapter? Did the girls have a sleepover? Hermione and Ginny's friendship is a precious thing that I wish to see in this (and in the future) book.

Crookshank has a better judge of character than many of the people in this book, Exhibit A: Scabbers.

Thematically Hermione and Harry marrying into the Weasely family were important because Hermione can be with a joint big family and Harry can have a proper family. But the truth is Arthur is worried about Harry's well-being and Molly gave Harry a kiss and hugged him twice, plus she made sandwiches for everyone (including Hermione) is indicative that they are already part of the Weasely family. They are not needed to have a Weasely name to be a part of them!

Remus Lupin, Professor Lupin, there is so much to unpack... Might be the only Marauder who is the favorite or least hated in Marauder fandom depending upon where are you in the fandom... But dear god! I might just write a whole blog on it. Snape and Lupin's relationship is something that should be more talked about. I know there is a movie about Marauders made in 2016 but I would like to hold on to that until I am done with re-read. Because I don't want it to influence my re-read but for now I just want fan arts and edits, maybe some fanfictions. If I was a better Potterhead then I would find it on my own, but at last, I am lazy and why should I change that now. So if you have any recommendations I am open to suggestions...

See, Harry is a street smart character but not enough, because on Hogwarts express he literally told the inciting incident of the story in front of the teacher, A TEACHER! even if that teacher is sleeping, you don't gossip in front of the teacher, ever! it is one of the silent rules of every student (fiction or real whether muggle or magical) that have ever existed. Sneakoscope is very useful, especially to Harry. God knows, Harry is in dire need of it. Crookshank just wants to be around Ron just like Hermione but he hates Scabbers, that's what I got from Crookshank so far...

The Dementor being an allegory for depression is accurate. Harry is the most affected and Ginny is the second one to be most affected by it that just screams that these kids need professional psychological help.

Why do all first year of Hogwarts have to travel through the lake?

The moment Draco appeared in the text, all I hear was bi-panic! are u worried about Harry, Draco? I have never heard of Draco doing sarcasm and I think I am liking it!

This is the second time Harry has missed the Sorting ceremony...

Bi-panic alert! Darry shippers, I get you! Harry was worried about what would Draco say if Harry have to spend the night in the hospital wing, oh so sweet!

Dumbledore saying “Welcome to another year at Hogwarts!", had me feeling all fuzzy and warm. It took us 5 chapters and 66 pages to get into Hogwarts in the third year but at last, we are here. And like Harry, I am glad to be home!

That's it from me. Thank you for reading!

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Beast 1

The Killing Curse does not leave a mark. Ever. It forces the soul out of the body without touching it at all. What happens, then, when something takes possession of the empty husk?

Thomas Dorian Potter could barely contain his excitement. He was finally going to Hogwarts! His parents had told him so many stories of their years there- most of his father’s involving pranks, much to Lily’s fond exasperation- that Thomas didn’t even want to wait for the Hogwarts Express. He had begged his parents to just let him Floo straight over, or Apparate him there, but his mother put her foot down.

“It’s tradition, Thomas. You’re getting on that train.” And that was the end of that. So, here he was, at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, staring in awe at the steel beast in front of him. The Express was much more impressive than he expected, shining red and spewing steam.

Thomas was excitedly chatting with Ronald Weasely and Neville Longbottom, his two yearmates and best friends. Molly Weasely was giving the twins, Fred and George, a stern talking-to, while Arthur just chuckled about their latest prank. Percy looked about ready to join his mother in scolding his younger brothers, but she didn’t pause long enough for him to slip in his own comments. So, he simply glared at them, arms crossed, Prefect badge glinting on the breast of his robes. Ginevra hid behind her mother’s leg, staring at Thomas longingly, not that he noticed. James, Sirius, and Remus were joking around, with occasional input from Ted Tonks, who was also here with his wife, Andromeda. Their daughter, and Thomas’ cousin, Nymphadora, had already gotten on the Express, along with Cedric Diggory, the Weasley’ neighbor.

Suddenly, Thomas was dragged into a crushing hug by Lily, who sighed sadly. “Oh, my baby’s growing up so fast!” she cried, much to Thomas’ embarrassment.

“Mum!” he hissed, “Not in front of my friends!”

She swatted him on the back of the head, not releasing him. “Hush, you! I’ll hug my son if I want to! It’s going to be so quiet without you running around the house,” she said, already overcome with nostalgia.

“Mum!” Thomas whined, squirming in her grip. The snickers of his friends made him turn bright red.

“Fine,” Lily drawled, letting him go, but not before planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek. “You three get on the Express now- don’t wanna miss it, do you?”

“Bye, Mrs. Potter,” Ron and Neville chirped, dragging Thomas on board, then proceeding to take the mickey out of him.

“Oh, shut up!” Thomas snapped. “Don’t act like I didn’t see your mum wipe the dirt off your nose, Ron!” He grinned victoriously when the youngest Weasley son went as red as his hair. The three boys broke down into chuckles, lightheartedly shoving each other as they went to find a compartment, dragging their trunks along with them. They found an empty one towards the back of the train, loading their trunks up on the racks and plopping down on the comfortable seats, stretching out a bit.

“So, which class are you blokes most excited for?” Neville asked.

“Defense Against the Dark Arts!” Thomas said instantly. “I’ve already defeated a Dark Lord, so it’s obviously gonna be my best class!” he boasted, making his friends smile.

“I dunno, I’m kinda looking forward to Flying,” Ron said, a wide grin on his face. “Have I told you guys about that time I-”

“Hit a Muggle hang glider with Charlie’s old broom? Only about a million times,” Neville teased, making Ron cross his arms with a faux-pout. “I’m gonna enjoy Herbology. Mum doesn’t have much time to work in the greenhouses with me, what with being an Auror and all.”

“Speaking of being an Auror,” Thomas said, rising to his feet and pulling out his wand- ten inches, dogwood, dragon heartstring core- “Dad finally showed me a spell that he said is essential for all Aurors.” He spun his wand in a circular movement, and cried “Prot-!”

The compartment door slammed open, startling the three boys. Thomas dropped his wand from the shock.

“Hello, I’m Hermione Granger,” a bushy-haired girl with large front teeth introduced herself. “Would it be alright if I sat with you three? The people in the other compartments are horribly rude,” she rattled off. Hermione’s eye caught sight of Thomas’ wand as he picked it up, and placed her hands on her hips. “Were you about to do magic? Well, let’s see it. I’ve already cast a few of the spells in the Charms textbook, and they worked perfectly.”

The boys shared confused glances, before Ron shrugged, not seeing the harm in letting her sit with them. Thomas repeated his wand movement, shouting “Protego!”

“Er, mate… Was something supposed to happen?” Ron asked, barely holding in his chortles. Thomas frowned.

“Yeah. Dad said it was a Shield Charm.”

“Looks more like a prank,” Neville said, making Ron lose control and begin howling with laughter. Thomas stomped his foot in frustration.

“It worked when Dad did it, I swear!”

“Protego?” Hermione piped up. “That’s not in the First Year curriculum. I would know- I’ve already read all the books. It probably didn’t work because it’s too advanced for you.”

Thomas bristled at the slight to his abilities, but Ron came to his defense, stopping his cackling. “Hey, he’s the Boy-Who-Lived! He defeated the Dark Lord when he was a year old- nothing’s too advanced for him!”

“You’re Thomas Potter?” Hermione asked, latching on to the new piece of information. “I’ve read all about you! Is it true that you rode a dragon to Russia to help the Kremlin against a goblin invasion?”

“Uh… What?”

“Oh! Did you broker a peace treaty with the Canadian Prime Minister after you saved his daughter’s life?”

“Who?”

“Ooh! What about that time-!”

“Wait!” Thomas yelled, holding his hands. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about all your adventures in the books, of course!”

“Books?” Thomas asked, looking at his two friends. “What books?”

Realization dawned in Ron’s eyes. “Oh, I know what she’s talking about! A buncha people have written all these crazy things about you- Ginny’s obsessed with ‘em, despite how absolutely barmy they are.”

“Books are not barmy!” Hermione cried, offended. “They wouldn’t have been published if they weren’t true!”

“I hate to break it to you, Hermione, but Thomas hasn’t done any of that stuff,” Neville said gently. The girl looked to be on the verge of hyperventilating.

“But, but, books don’t lie!” she shrieked, bushy hair fluffing out even more. The three boys were starting to panic; none of them knew how to deal with a crying girl! They were saved by the compartment door slamming open once more. A platinum-blond boy, with his hair slicked back by copious amounts of gel, stood there with a superior smirk on his face. Flanking him were two goons, one tall and one fat, neither very intelligent judging by how dull their eyes were.

“I heard Thomas Potter was starting Hogwarts this year.”

“Malfoy,” Thomas growled, right hand tightening around his wand.

“Looks like it’s true- I was wondering if you might be denied entry for being too stupid. Anyways, I’m here to extend a hand of friendship. Now that you aren’t being led around by the nose by your blood-traitor father, maybe you’ll have the good sense to accept it. After all, the Malfoys are one of the most prominent Pureblood families in all of Britain. You would be wise to fall in line, Potter.”

“Are you even listening to the crap coming out of your mouth, Malfoy?” Neville snarled, as he and Ron stood, pulling out their wands- nevermind the fact that none of them knew any spells that would do anything worthwhile.

“Bugger off, ya slimy little git! Nobody’s joining your stupid Junior Death Eater club!” Ron snapped.

“Longbottom,” Malfoy greeted imperiously. “And look at that, another Weasel. How many does that make now, fifty? Hogwarts really needs to do something about this infestation in its halls. I suppose Potter would count amongst you idiots, what with his hair. What’s up with that, anyway, Potter? Did you dye it to look like a cheap knock-off? Or did your whore mudblood mother get a little too frisky with Weasley Senior?”

Thomas hauled off and made to slug Malfoy in his fat mouth, when a hand came out of nowhere and latched onto the boy’s wrist with an iron grip. The First Years all made various noises of surprise when a tall boy with disheveled black hair stepped into view, wearing dark gray sweatpants and a forest green hoodie. He dropped Thomas’ arm, then stooped down so he was face-to-face with Malfoy, emerald eyes glowing fiercely.

“Leave.”

Surprisingly, the three Death Eater wannabes obeyed, scurrying back up the train.

“Harry!” Thomas cried excitedly. His next cry was one filled with pain, however, as the young man slapped him upside the head. “Ow! What-?”

“Sit down. Shut up.” A livid glare stifled any protests, and all four First Years did as he said, despite three of them not being the target. “You idiots woke me up with all your yelling.” The dark bags under his eyes, which looked more like bruises, attested to how much he actually needed his sleep.

“S-Sorry,” Thomas stuttered. The older boy stared at him for a long moment, that seemed to stretch infinitely, before turning away, allowing the redheaded boy to finally breathe.

“Don’t let it happen again,” he rumbled, sliding the compartment door closed behind him. For a long while, silence reigned between the four eleven-year-olds, the rumbling of the train a dull roar in the background.

“Who… Who was that?” Hermione asked Thomas weakly.

“My older brother, Harry.”

---

Thomas was positively shaking with nerves. They were about to be Sorted, and his parents had refused to tell him how. Ron was convinced they had to fight a troll, though it was the twins who told him that, so all four agreed it was probably just a joke. Neville said it might depend on their heritage, but that didn’t quite sit right with Thomas. After all, despite the Potters traditionally being Gryffindors, Harry wasn’t (then again, Harry wasn’t exactly normal by Potter standards). Hermione theorized they might have to take some sort of test that determined their personality, which was apparently a Muggle thing. Thomas didn’t really get it.

Finally, however, Professor McGonagall ushered them into the Great Hall. The starry ceiling was absolutely gorgeous, and the archaic architecture of the Hall was a lot different than the Potter home in Godric’s Hollow. In the middle of the Hall was a hat, sitting on a stool. One of the wrinkled flaps opened up, and then-

“Oh, you may not think I’m pretty…”

It started singing! Thomas didn’t particularly pay attention to the song, too amazed by the fact that a hat was singing. Even in the Wizarding World, that wasn’t something one saw often. Eventually, McGonagall started calling people up in alphabetical order. Each student sat on the stool and wore the Sorting Hat, which screamed out a house name after a few moments. Hermione and Neville both ended up in Gryffindor, making Thomas cheer loudly, though moreso for the latter. Then, it was his turn. Thomas sat down on the stool, and the brim of the Sorting Hat dropped over his eyes, blocking out the Great Hall.

“Let’s see, let’s see…” a voice echoed in his head. Despite being somewhat prepared for it, he still jolted a bit. “Headstrong, you are. You don’t think much before jumping into things, and you have no problems with confrontation. A bit of an aversion to reading, so Ravenclaw’s out, and you tend to not do things you don’t like, so Hufflepuff is as well.”

“Don’t put me in Slytherin!” Thomas thought loudly, hoping the Hat could somehow hear him.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, lad. Better be GRYFFINDOR!” The House name was shouted out loud, and the Great Hall erupted into cheers. The loudest were the Weasely twins, who stood up on the table and yelled, “We got Potter! We got Potter!” With a wide grin, Thomas did a few deep bows, shooting a smug smirk at Draco Malfoy, and going to join his housemates. There were many congratulatory pats on the back, and people introduced themselves to the Boy-Who-Lived in droves, which made it a little hard to keep track of all the new faces.

Thomas had a feeling Hogwarts was going to be fun.

---

Hogwarts was not fun. Classes were boring. The teachers lectured for the majority of the period, leaving hardly any time for the practical lesson, and they always assigned feet of homework to people who didn’t do the spell correctly in class, such as Thomas. His hand ended up aching by the time he went to bed, every day, without fail. And then came Friday, when Gryffindor had double Potions.

The Boy-Who-Lived sat down next to Ron in the classroom in the dungeon. The youngest Weasley son was shooting suspicious glares at the Slytherins on the other half of the room.

“I don’t like sharing classes with all these slimy snakes,” Ron whispered, looking at Malfoy pointedly.

“Yeah? Well, my Dad said Snape’s the worst of them,” Thomas muttered back. It was at that moment that the classroom door slammed open, and in strode a tall man, with greasy hair, a hooked nose, and dressed in billowing black robes.

“You are here,” Severus Snape began, soft voice echoing through the room, “To learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper in death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.” The man began roll call afterwards, not even glancing up when a student answered to their name. At least, until he called on Thomas.

“Potter.”

“Here.”

Snape paused, staring at Thomas for a long moment. “Ah, yes… Our resident celebrity,” he drawled. The Professor finished roll, and then turned back to Thomas. “Tell me, Mr. Potter, what would be the result of adding powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?” 

Thomas gaped, too shocked at being singled out to make a sound. Meanwhile, at the next table over, Hermione’s hand shot into the air like a rocket. However, Snape stayed focused on the Boy-Who-Lived.

“No answer? Well, let us try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to locate a bezoar?”

“I… I don’t know, Sir,” Thomas answered reluctantly. Once again, Hermione’s hand was waving in the air, and once again, Snape ignored her.

“Then, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?”

Thomas remained silent, red rising to his face as he fumed.

“Pity,” Snape muttered. “Clearly, fame isn’t everything, is it, Mr. Potter?”

“Dad was right- you really are just a big git,” Thomas whispered under his breath. Unfortunately for him, the entire classroom was silent, so Snape heard him easily enough if the thunderous expression on his face was any clue.

“Out, Potter.”

“Wh-What?”

“I want you out of my classroom. I will not tolerate such insolence, such disrespect! Go to the Headmaster’s office, and you can expect at least a month of detention.”

“You can’t-!”

“Two months.”

“But!”

“Would you like to make it the rest of the year?” Thomas fell quiet, and Snape smirked smugly. “I thought not. Pack your belongings, and get out- now.”

Filled with anger, Thomas did as he was ordered, shoving his quills and papers into his bag haphazardly. He was a bit more careful with his inkwell, making sure to cap it, but that was all. He kicked his stool back under the table, and shot Snape the filthiest glare he could as he passed by the greasy bastard.

“Oh, and… Fifty points from Gryffindor.”

---

Everything pretty much went downhill from there. Much to Snape’s chagrin, he’d only been able to assign two weeks of detention, but that was far more than Thomas deserved, in his own opinion; two hours of scrubbing cauldrons by hand, or writing lines until his wrist cramped (and then continuing to write while his muscles spasmed painfully) every evening after dinner cut into much of his freetime. Thomas had to choose between hanging out with his friends or doing his homework, since he didn’t have time to do both, and the choice was obvious. After all, homework didn’t talk about Quidditch.

Snape continued being a snide arse in Potions, so whenever the Boy-Who-Lived talked back, the bat of the dungeon gleefully tacked on yet another few days of punishment. It eventually totalled up to the two months Snape had promised, and Thomas became more and more agitated as the weeks went by.

Hermione did her best to coerce them into finishing assignments, but eleven-year-old boys had a notorious lack of common sense, so it was an exercise in futility for the bushy-haired girl. More often than not, she ended up storming off with a huff, while the boys laughed at her indignance, then went back to whatever they were doing.

It all came to a head on Halloween. The First Year Gryffindors were in Charms, with Professor Flitwick standing on his stack of books to lecture them on the Levitation Charm.

“One of a wizard’s most rudimentary skills is levitation. Or, the ability to make objects float. Now, don’t forget the nice wrist movement we’ve been practicing. A swish and flick! Everyone?” The class repeated the movements together. “Good. And, don’t forget to enunciate! The incantation for the Levitation Charm is Wingardium Leviosa. Give it a try, all of you.”

A chorus of prepubescent voices filled the room as each student practiced the charm. One of the more notable attempts was by Ronald Weasely, who chanted the incantation, then flailed his wand up and down like a mace.

“Stop, stop, stop,” Hermione said, holding a hand up. “You’re going to take somebody’s eye out, Ronald. Besides, you’re saying it wrong. It’s Levi-o-sa, not Levio-saaa.”

The redhead rolled his eyes. “You do it then, if you’re so bloody smart,” he said, grinning smugly as he got ready to watch her fail. “Go on! Go on!” Hermione shrugged.

“Wingardium Levi-o-sa!” With a swish and a flick, the feather floated into the air, guided halfway towards the ceiling by Hermione’s wand. Ron stared at it in shock, and the rest of the room grew silent.

“Well done, Ms. Granger! Truly spectacular! Five points to Gryffindor, for being the first one to learn today’s spell!”

Ron fell into a sulk, not even noticing when Seamus Finnegan somehow managed to blow up his feather. After class, the youngest Weasley male jammed his supplies into his bag and stormed out of the room, followed by Thomas and Neville.

“It’s Levi-o-sa, not Levio-saa,” he mocked, pitching his voice higher to mimic a girl’s voice. “She’s a nightmare, honestly- it’s no wonder she hasn’t got any friends!”

A moment later, Hermione stormed past Ron, shoving him aside and scurrying down the hall. An awkward silence fell among the three boys.

“I think she heard you,” Thomas finally said.

---

That stench… It was unfamiliar. Not one he’d smelled in these halls before. There were many other strange ones, as there was at the start of every year, but this one was noxious, overpowering… Predatory instincts roused, his bones contorted and he dropped to four legs, ready to begin the search.

It was time to hunt.

---

“That stupid, rotten Ronald Weasley,” Hermione Granger whispered to herself, sobbing quietly. She didn’t know how long she’d been here, curled up in this stall in the second floor bathroom. It must’ve been a few hours, at least. However long it was, though, she still felt raw.

She’d come to Hogwarts hoping to find people like herself. People she could fit in with, people she could be friends with. That hadn’t been possible in the Muggle world, what with the bouts of Accidental Magic that became more frequent the more she was bullied. However, this school was supposed to have people like her; people who could bend the rules of reality. And, she’d hoped, people who had the same love for learning as her. After all, how could they not want to learn everything they could about magic? It was, by far, the most interesting subject she’d ever come across, and the fact that she could actually replicate the things she read in her books with nothing more than a few words and a wave of her wand made her feel powerful. Like she was more than the daughter of two dentists, more than a bushy-haired bookworm with too-big teeth and an even bigger attitude.

All she found in this castle was disappointment.

The Savior of the Wizarding World was just a typical eleven-year-old boy- not even a particularly pleasant one! The students were the same jealous cretins she’d grown up around, unable to handle that someone was smarter than them, able to do things they couldn’t, and they sought to tear her down to make themselves feel better. One of the most revered wizards in the country, her own headmaster, seemed like nothing but a barmy old man. It didn’t help that he hired rude people like Professor Snape, or incompetent people like Professor Quirrel.

It all added up to a very unhappy Hermione Granger, one who was starting to wish she’d never accepted her invitation to this stupid school. Then, the bathroom door exploded.

---

It was close. The second floor was where the scent was the strongest, and the monstrous bellows, like cannon blasts to his sensitive ears, let him know he was in the right place. The smell was almost unbearable, but he blocked it out, instead following the loud crashing, as whatever he hunted destroyed the room it was in.

He pushed himself faster.

---

A troll. A mountain troll, judging by its gray skin, incredible height, and the absolutely horrid smell, Hermione’s quick mind analyzed. However, while her thoughts were racing with panic, her body was frozen in terror. She’d exited the stall to see what all the noise was about, and immediately regretted it when the wall blew inwards. She was nearly brained with a piece of marble, only avoiding it because she fell on her rump with a shrill shriek. The troll roared once more, waving its club wildly, and Hermione answered with a scream of pure fear.

She scrambled backwards until she hit the far wall of the bathroom. Unable to stand, she simply curled up in the fetal position, covering her head with her arms, waiting for her demise. The troll advanced towards her slowly, swinging its cudgel around and demolishing each stall it passed, the steel crumpling under the thick wood like it was aluminum.

The only warning the mountain troll had was a low, bestial growl that reverberated off the tiles, before something slammed into its back, sending the massive monster flopping to the floor hard enough to crack the slick tiles. Razor-sharp teeth dug into the back of the troll’s neck, and it had just enough time to grunt in confusion, before its spinal cord was severed. Its ugly, misshapen head dropped to the ground, bouncing against the ceramic.

Silence reigned. Hermione, who had fully expected to be dead by now, cautiously peered past her arms, and came face-to-face with a large cat with insanely long fangs. A sabre-toothed tiger (Smilodon, her academically-inclined brain automatically corrected). It had to be over five feet tall, dwarfing Hermione’s modest height (modest for her age and gender, that is). It had thick, midnight-black fur that shone lusciously in the magical light. Its most noticeable feature, however, were the bright, emerald eyes that stared at her passively.

The smilodon hopped down off the troll’s back and stalked over to the trembling girl. There was intelligence in its eyes, though, and Hermione had a feeling the feline wasn’t going to kill her, despite the purposeful manner in which it moved, and the crimson blood dripping from its fangs. She pushed herself upright, standing on shaky legs, back pressed against the cold marble wall. Then, right in front of her, the smilodon began to change. Its long body became more compact, and it became a few inches taller. Its teeth shrunk, snout flattening, hair shortening, and before her stood Thomas’ older brother, Harry Potter. Even as a human, he cut an imposing figure, with his glowing eyes- amplified by the lenses of his glasses- apathetic stare, and the blood smeared across his lips. His tongue darted out, licking up the red liquid, only for him to turn his head and spit it out a moment later, a grimace on his face.

“Troll blood,” he murmured distastefully, turning his attention back on Hermione. “Shouldn’t you be at the feast?” His rumbling voice shook her out of her daze.

“Um, I…” She was too embarrassed to admit that she’d been in here, bawling her eyes out. So, she did something she much preferred; she rushed forward and circled her arms around his waist, burying her face in his solid stomach. “Thankyousomuch!” she forced out. Tears were sliding down her cheeks once more, but this time, it was in relief that she was still alive.

Hermione chanced a glance up when she noticed that her saviour was rather silent, and was unnerved by his flat expression. “Move,” he grunted, plucking her off the ground by the back of her robes. The First Year made a noise in the back of her throat, choking when her collar pulled against her neck uncomfortably. Harry unceremoniously deposited her outside the bathroom, not even bothering to make sure her feet were steady. She stumbled back against the wall, nearly falling. When she straightened up, she went stock-still with terror, unable to force her body to move away from the grisly scene in front of her.

So much blood...

---

It was a few minutes before the Professors arrived. Minerva, Severus, and Filius all skidded around the corner, Quirrel following after a few seconds.

“Ms. Granger!” Minerva shouted, “What are you doing here!?” The girl didn’t respond, and it was only then that she noticed her staring, horrified, at a gaping hole in the wall. Minerva pulled out her wand, ready to hex to bits anything that popped out, while herding her Lion a few steps away. Severus and Filius slowly approached, peering into the shattered bathroom, and the half-goblin squeaked.

“Mr. Potter!?”

“Potter, what do you think you’re doing!?” Severus barked, pointing his wand at the boy. Quirrel looked about ready to faint again. Curious, Minerva crept closer, and gasped, unable to comprehend what she saw. Standing ankle-deep in the guts of a troll corpse was Fourth Year Ravenclaw, Harry Potter. He was positively drenched in crimson- it dripped from the bottom of his blue-trimmed robes, was smeared over the lenses of his glasses, and nearly covered the entirety of his face. The only reason he was recognizable was because of the trademark Potter hair, which looked like a localized tornado had swept across his scalp.

Potter swiped a sleeve across his glasses- the motion drawing Minerva’s attention to the wicked, curved silver knife in his right hand- in an attempt to see who was talking to him, not that it did much good.

“I’ll be done in a moment,” the boy grunted. His knife melted into a metal baton- a wand?- and he waved it, Conjuring multiple cylindrical glass tanks. Another wave, and the troll organs, lined up on a tarp on the bathroom floor, were each guided into one tank. The last three were filled completely with dark red blood. The glass jars were all wrapped up in one burlap sack, while another bag was Conjured and filled with solid body parts, such as teeth, bones, nails, and the skull. A few Charms cleaned all the grime off Harry, and he stepped down from the ripped-up corpse, gesturing with his wand for the two floating sacks to follow after him.

“Can I help you, Professors?” Potter asked, his tone indicating it was the last thing he wanted to do at the moment.

“You can start by explaining what this is, Potter,” Severus drawled, looking pointedly at the disastrous scene behind the Fourth Year.

“I believe it’s rather obvious, Sir,” Potter replied dryly. Severus rolled his eyes, but didn’t comment further.

“Why weren’t you at the Halloween Feast, Mr. Potter?” the Deputy Headmistress asked.

“Personal reasons,” he deflected quickly, and Minerva grimaced. Of course he wouldn’t care to celebrate on this night.

“Yes, my apologies,” she said. “Ms. Granger? What about you?” she asked the girl who was standing a few paces away. The girl flushed, seemingly embarrassed.

“I… Came her because… Some of the other students were teasing me. I swear, I didn’t mean to skip the feast! I just lost track of the time!” she cried, tears prickling the corner of her eyes. Minerva felt righteous rage burning in her breast.

“Who?” she asked, ready to slap every single one of them with detention for the rest of the year. Bullying the poor girl enough to make her cry in the bathroom for hours was horrible on its own, but for it to result in her nearly dying to a troll attack!? They were lucky Minerva wasn’t contemplating expulsion! It was only the fact that this sort of incident was nearly impossible to plan, especially for a student, that kept her anger in check. Granger looked panicked, as if she didn’t want to reveal their identity and let them be punished- a kind sentiment, but utterly misplaced, in Minerva’s opinion- when Potter opened his mouth.

“Weasley Number Six, hm?”

Granger’s jaw dropped. “H-How…?” she asked, unable to formulate full sentences. Potter snorted.

“That little fool has been putting his foot in his mouth for as long as I’ve had the displeasure of knowing him. I doubt the vaunted Boy-Who-Lived is completely innocent, either.”

Minerva’s nostrils flared. “Is that so?” She turned to Granger. “Is Mr. Potter correct, Ms. Granger?” Shame-faced, the girl nodded, and Minerva’s heart went out to her little Lion. She swept forward, engulfing her charge in a tight hug. That was all it took for Granger to break down into sobs.

“I just- wanted to h-help him perf-form the Levitation Charm!” Granger wailed. Minerva squeezed her tighter, glancing at Filius for confirmation. The Charms Professor nodded, scowling furiously.

“Mr. Weasley was sitting next to Ms. Granger during class, and he didn’t seem to be having much success. I remember deciding to leave him be and help a few other students, because I saw Ms. Granger explaining the spell to him, and figured he was in good hands.”

Minerva was positively quaking with fury. “Mr. Potter, would you be so kind as to escort Ms. Granger to the Hospital Wing? I believe a Calming Draught would not be remiss at the moment. I have students to discipline.”-

Potter sighed, and looked to Severus, who flicked his wand at the troll remains, taking control of them. “I will bring them down to my office. Collect them before breakfast.”

“The livers are off-limits; I actually need those for a project.” Minerva quirked an eyebrow at the interaction, but didn’t comment. Potter came forward and scooped Granger up in a princess-style carry, causing the girl to squeak.

“I hardly think that’s appropriate, Mr. Potter,” Minerva said, lips thin with disapproval.

“Have you seen how short her legs are? I’d like to get to the Infirmary today, thank you.” Minerva snorted quietly, noting how Granger buried her face in the crook of Potter’s neck, face flaming. She smiled slightly.

“Well, since Ms. Granger seems so comfortable, I’ll allow it this time.”

“Professor!” Granger cried, sounding scandalized, though she made no move to change her position. The old Scot chuckled.

“Off with you two. Filius, Severus, I suggest you two head down to your own Common Rooms and inform the students that the situation has been taken care of.”

The other Professors nodded, before Severus said, “Fifty points to Ravenclaw, Potter, for saving a fellow student’s life.” The Potions Master stalked off down the hallway, robes billowing dramatically behind him. Filius exclaimed his agreement, and scampered away to Ravenclaw Tower, while Minerva strode gracefully to the Lion’s Den, ready to raise hell.

Tonight’s verbal arse-whooping would be legendary.

---

“Sit there, Mr. Potter. I must check you over.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you fought a bloody troll, that’s why!” Madame Pomfrey shrieked.

Harry scowled. “I didn’t fight it, I killed it. There’s a difference.”

“Don’t get smart with me, lad! If you think I won’t put you over my knee-”

Hermione giggled, watching as the Mediwitch stood toe-to-toe with the raven-haired boy, attempting to glare him into submission despite him being nearly half a head taller. The elderly  woman was standing in front of the door of the Hospital Wing, blocking Harry’s attempt to leave after dropping Hermione off. The First Year felt a bit hurt, but decided that, since he’d already saved her life, he wasn’t obligated to spend more time around her. She was, however, secretly pleased when he stepped back into the Infirmary, sitting on the bed next to hers with a huff.

“Fine. Just get this over with. I’ve things to do,” Harry said impatiently. Madame Pomfrey swatted him on the head.

“I will finish when I do, and not a second sooner!” Harry muttered something about crazy old hags, earning yet another thump. Madame Pomfrey began waving her wand and whispering incantations. Lights appeared in front of Harry, and Madame Pomfrey finally cut off the flow of diagnostic spells, nodding in satisfaction. “Well, it seems you were telling the truth, Mr. Potter.” The boy growled and made to leave, only for the nurse to stop him. “However, you’ll be staying here until Professor McGonagall arrives. She Floo-messaged me, and wishes you to keep Ms. Granger company.”

A rumbling noise echoed from his chest, and the Fourth Year looked enraged. However, Madame Pomfrey just whipped out a bar of chocolate from the pocket of her robes and shoved it into his hands. The boy reluctantly quieted down, tearing open the wrapper and nibbling on the corner. Madame Pomfrey rolled her eyes.

“Like a toddler,” she muttered, a fond smirk on her lips. Harry stuck his tongue out, moving to sit in the chair next to Hermione’s bed. He tapped a finger to the inside of his right wrist, and a leather-covered book with no visible title appeared, startling Hermione something bad.

“How did you do that?” Hermione asked, eyes sparkling at the thought of more arcane knowledge. Harry just cracked open the book, leaned back in his chair, and began reading. Hermione considered pouting- it worked on her parents, sometimes, when she was younger- but decided against it. He wasn’t even looking at her in the first place. They sat quietly for a while, but the silence was starting to drive Hermione mad. She didn’t even have a book to occupy herself! “So, what year are you in?”

“Fourth.”

“And you’re in Ravenclaw, judging by your robes.”

“Mm.”

“Fifth Year is when students do their OWLs, yes?”

“Mm.”

“Are you prepared for them?”

“No.”

“What? Don’t you know they’re the most important exams in your life, alongside the NEWTs? Your grades on those exams can very well determine the course of your life, such as which classes you’ll be allowed to take from Sixth Year on, and after Hogwarts, which jobs you’ll be qualified for! You must prepare properly for them- your very livelihood depends on it!”

Harry flipped the page in his book.

“Are you listening to me!?” Hermione shrieked, making the Fourth Year glance up, looking very annoyed.

“Yes. I simply chose to ignore you.”

Hermione huffed. “How rude!”

“It’s more rude of you to assume I knew none of that, despite me being in this school for longer than you,” Harry droned, returning to his reading. His eyes were flitting across the words at incredible speeds- speeds that Hermione knew she couldn’t match.

“Are you even reading, or just skimming the pages?” she asked snidely.

Harry snapped his book shut, making the First Year flinch. “Is there a reason you’re trying to piss me off?” he hissed, glaring at her menacingly. His emerald eyes glowed with a fierce light, cowing Hermione. She tried drawing upon her Gryffindor courage, but to no avail. A shiver racked her spine.

“I-I wasn’t trying to make you angry. I’m simply trying to impress upon you the importance of your exams,” Hermione explained weakly. Harry rolled his eyes.

“I don’t need you telling me that.”

“You said you weren’t prepared for your OWLs, even though they’re next year!”

“Why would I bother with that when I’ve already done them?”

“...What does that even mean?”

“It means, I did my OWLs in Second Year,” Harry said slowly, condescendingly. Hermione ignored his tone.

“What!? How!? Would I be able to do that as well!?”

“That is a matter to take up with you Head of House, Ms. Granger,” Professor McGonagall interrupted, striding out of Madame Pomfrey’s office, where she Flooed in. “And, since I am here, I am forbidding it. You will take your OWLs in your Fifth Year, along with the rest of your classmates.”

“But, Professor McGonagall, Harry-”

“Mr. Potter is a special case, Ms. Granger.” That was when the Deputy Headmistress noticed the bar of chocolate the Fourth Year was nibbling on. “I see Poppy had to bribe you once more,” she commented, beyond amused. Harry glared impotently, the effect ruined by the eagerness with which he bit into the treat.

“‘S not my fault,” he grumbled around a mouthful of gooey goodness. “The smell of potions is too strong in here.”

“Well, then I suppose I shan’t ask you to suffer it any longer. You may return to your dorm for the night, Mr. Potter.” The young man positively rocketed out of the Infirmary, making the Iron Lady of Hogwarts chuckle fondly, shaking her head. “That boy…” She occupied the chair he had been sitting in, turning her attention to her little Lion.

“How are you, my dear?”

“I’ve… Been better,” Hermione hedged. “The Calming Draught seems to have worked, at the very least.”

“Yes, Madame Pomphrey’s skill in potion brewing is only outclassed by Severus, a Potions Master. She does good work.”

“Um, Professor…” Hermione trailed off, unsure how to say what she wanted to. She fiddled with the loose fabric of her robes.

“Yes, Ms. Granger? If you have a question, you need but ask.”

“What’s going to happen with Ronald and Thomas?”

McGonagall’s face darkened like a black thundercloud. “They, along with Mr. Longbottom, will be serving three months of detention, and have been deducted fifty House Points each. Given how Mr. Potter- the younger, that is- has already lost fifty points for insulting Professor Snape during class, I’m afraid this might put Gryffindor out of the running for the House Cup.”

Tears sprung to Hermione’s eyes, despite the Calming Draught. The first term wasn’t even done, and all her hard work had already been undone? She had gained the most points among the Gryffindor First Years through her diligent, if somewhat excessive, work, and it resulted in nothing? McGonagall seemed to be able to follow her train of thoughts, because she stood and put a comforting arm around the girl’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry, my dear, but bullying will not be tolerated in any capacity. Hopefully having the rest of the House being quite cross with them will set those boys straight. At any rate, I have paperwork to do. Will you be fine on your own?” Hermione nodded, and Professor McGonagall strode out of the Hospital Wing, leaving the bushy-haired girl alone with her thoughts.

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[starlightshadowsworld]

The first thing Percy felt was pain

... And than

"Percy!"

A single voice echoed through the halls, he felt a weight hit him and he was on the ground. Staring into the tear stained face of Oliver Wood.

"You're alive! By Merlin you gave me a bloody heart attack! Do you have any idea how long we were looking for you?!"

Percy should have said something intelligent. It was his thing afterall, but somehow all he could muster was "You're breathe reaks." Oliver blinked and Percy almost apologised before laughing shook the other.

"You... You bloody moron. You absolutely ignoramous." Percy felt his own smile grow, the first in a long time. "Big word, got a word a day calender?" This conversation felt familiar, warm and cosy in a way his flat back in London never was

Oliver beamed that big grin of his like he was discussing the new strategy for the Ravenclaw match. Whenever that was. "Prat." They both said in unison, it was strange how in that moment Percy almost forgot that they weren't in there dorms laughing about Oliver begging Percy for help with his charms essay the day before it was due because he'd been doing nothing but play Qyidditch.

Almost.

"You were looking for me?" Whispered Percy. "Every day, since you left... By the way Penny's seen your flat and I'm betting 10 galleons she's burning it down." Whispered Oliver back, he hauled Percy to his feet like he weighed nothing and hugged him tightly.

It said a lot he didn't even fight it.

"I'm sorry" said Percy, Oliver held him tighter. "I know, I'm sorry I didn't go with you." Percy smiled weakly "You in the ministry?" The other laughed, Percy almost breathed a sigh in relief that he remained standing. He refused to look at the pile of bricks on the floor... At... Him... Percy instead focused on Oliver, and how real he felt. Like a pillar keeping him from falling."

"Yeah no I'd have got fired day one." He smiled. Percy tried to smile back but he couldn't... He could feel eyes on him. Tears started to fall and his whole body shook. Grabbing on the only support he had.

"Oliver...I"

"I know Perce.. I'm here. As long as you need."

And maybe just maybe... Percy Weasely would be okay.

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