#Post Battle of Hogwarts

[gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley]

My darling. [G.W.]

tw: post battle of hogwarts mourning(reader and fred), george needs a hug, please don't read if you're not into non-HEA endings it's just pure pain

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"George?" said Fred, "Who are you talking to?"

My darling, of course, thought George. Silly Fred, can't he recognise her? We fought and won the war together!

George said, "My darling."

His smile was alarmingly sweet for someone who had been mourning for years. He held her within his calloused fingers, caressing the cold glazed porcelain of her smooth skin.

"Please, put her down." Fred pleaded.

"NO!" he screamed, but it was more of a pained indignant gasp, "YOU CAN'T TAKE HER FROM ME!"

He cried pathetically, "You'll... You'll wake her up..."

And he wished that Fred did. He wished that Fred was there to wake her up and that she was there with her beautiful eyes staring up at him.

George looked up from the urn labelled "Y/N Weasley (née L/N)", and into the shattered mirror in front of him, his knuckles bloodied.

He was the only one in the room with shattered mirrors and shelves full of her clothes and letters.

Rough game.

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a/n: sorry guys i was feeling silly

#george wealsey x reader #fred weasley is dead #george weasley angst #it's not happy #post battle of hogwarts #george wealsey imagine #harry potter #george weasley oneshot #harry potter oneshot #harry potter imagine #george weasley imagine #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley headcanon #the headcanon where george shatters mirrors #george weasley shattering mirrors #george weasley is mourning over you and it hurt me to write it #give this man a break

[winterwells]

Art and Fic by winterwells

The Running Club on AO3.

Dramione 8th Year One-Shot. Rated E, Aftermath of the Second Wizarding War, Trauma, Healing, ETL

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"Join my club."

"What?" The question must be so absurd it’s enough to pull him out of his hatred towards her for the moment.

She turns her body so he can see her face. "It's a running club. Well, I don't know if it can be considered a club, as it's only me, but –" she babbles.

"Running," he states flatly, looking at her like she's grown a second head.

"Yes. I run. Literally, but it's… I'm running. Running from everything. The war. My pain. I run."

He narrows his eyes.

"Run with me," she asks confidently.

"Where?"

"Nowhere."

He looks her over, and she begins to wilt but then straightens her posture before speaking again.

"I start every morning at five. I run until I can't anymore and–"

He abruptly leaves.

She simply breathes.

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Hermione returns to Hogwarts for the "Seventh Year Was a Cluster F@#$ So Let's Do It All Again Year!" The war has left its mark, and she copes in the best way she can. Running. And she might pick up some stragglers along the way...

#original art #dramione #draco x hermione #original work #fanfic #romance #draco angst #ao3fic #ptsd #draco malfoy #hermione granger #hogwarts eighth year #post battle of hogwarts #enemies to lovers #oneshot

[sliebman10]

Hero

There was a knock on the door and Sirius poked his head out. “Can I help you?” 

The person looked confused for a moment and then said, “I was told Harry Potter lives here. May I speak with him?”

“What is this in reference to?” Sirius asked, closing the door behind him and crossing his arms over his chest.   

“I was hoping to interview-”

“He’s not available.” Sirius said and went back into the house, ignoring the reporter’s protests. 

He found Remus in the kitchen, tending the kettle and Harry was sitting at the table. They both looked up as he came in. “Who was at the door?” Remus asked, passing him a mug of tea.

“Another reporter,” Sirius said, sitting down at the table. Harry looked down at his hands.

“Should I just talk to them?” Harry asked, looking between Sirius and Remus. “Will they leave me alone then?”

Sirius leaned over and put his arm around Harry’s shoulders. “The way they see it…they want to hear your story. You’re the hero, right? Everyone is curious about the hero.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Harry,” Remus said, sitting down on Harry’s other side. 

Harry nodded slowly. “I know, I just…I don’t even know what I’d say. They want this like…grand story of how I overcame Voldemort…and like, I almost didn’t.”

“Then I will keep turning them away,” Sirius said.

@wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #wolfstar microfic #good godfather sirius black #post battle of hogwarts #hero

[oxydiane]

headcanon that after the battle of hogwarts harry needs a whole support group each time he gets a migraine because he is convinced voldemort has somehow returned. hermione and ron get howlers in the middle of the night and they’re like “ah shit here we go again” before putting on their night vests and flooing over. hermione has a small bag prepared with different kinds of muggle medicines for headaches and she sits with harry and holds him to try and calm him down long enough for ron to cook up something small for harry to eat so he can take the meds without worrying about upsetting his stomach. ron has become proficient at dishing up harry’s comfort foods in record time. they stay with him until he falls back to sleep and it’s quiet, they just lie together in the dark. ron always insists on sticking around even after harry has fallen asleep and he always stays up, just to make sure, just to be sure harry doesn’t start twisting and turning and talking haunted by another nightmare. the day after, harry wakes up and his scar doesn’t hurt and his best friends are by his side and that is… nice, more than nice, it is good, familiar, right. ron and hermione try not making it a big deal each time it happens but harry knows them organising small outings with old friends or a dinner at the burrow is no coincidence. he is always glad to see luna in particular when this kind of thing happens, he’ll ask about the latest quibbler issue and listen to her talk and any thought of voldemort will feel long dead and gone and far.

#this was meant to be a shitpost but it turned rather sweet #i am a sap for this trio #harry and luna my darlings i love their friendship sm #harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #luna lovegood #headcanon #harry potter headcanon #hp headcanon #post hogwarts #post wizarding war #golden trio #post battle of hogwarts #harry james potter

[thecasualauthor]

Hinny microfic prompt 22: Grief

For @hinnymicrofic :) thank you for making these prompt lists!

I wrote this during a physical therapy appointment. Its pretty messy but was a nice reprieve.

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Grief was something Harry Potter was accustomed to. It's been a part of his life for as long as he can remember. Wherever he goes, grief follows him.

In his later years, Harry will consider grief as an old friend, along side death. But today, it's anything but. A battle has ended. A cause has been won. But so many have died. So many lives have been lost.

A hand squeezes his, and he's brought back to reality as he glances down.

Thats right, he thinks as he registers his surroundings. Ginny is here.

Beautiful, strong, clever Ginny Weasley. She stands beside him now, hand clasped firmly in his as they hold vigil for the fifty people who died fighting the previous night.

He looks at her, really looks at her for the first time in months. Tears fall down her cheeks, and she's staring determinedly ahead. A firm, constant rock in the mess that has been his life in the past months.

He squeezes her hand back and lightly kisses the top of her head.

Harry grieves.

But this time he's not alone.

#hinny angst #hinny #hinny microfic #harry potter fanfiction #harry and ginny #post battle of hogwarts #grief

[turanga4]

For @hinnymicrofic Prompt 18: Stop WARNING IT IS SAD

Read here (but it's long-ish) or on Ao3.

It’s quiet behind him, but loud in his head. Harry remembers a time when he could slip away unnoticed, when the Burrow’s kitchen table rang with arguments and laughter. The voices now are low and tired—their exchanges, dull routines.

He needs to deal with a different set of words. Again and again they come to him, disembodied echoes, high and cold as they were that night, but heard now just by him.

You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself.

He shakes his head. It doesn’t help. The leaves have been fading on the trees in the distance, spring moving towards summer. More heat in the air. A bird is singing somewhere; the voice drowns it out.

You have permitted you have permitted

Harry blinks a few times quickly and looks around again. The Burrow’s mostly been restored, its wobbly gate set back on its hinges. Some things, though, were too broken to fix. There are other, smaller things where no one has bothered.  One window hangs cracked above the couch in the living room, with thin spidery lines like ice on a lake.

He should go back in: Mrs. Weasley might worry. He aches each time he thinks of her, because the watch that she gave him becomes the clock in his nightmares, and Fred’s hand is spinning as it tears into the ground. He’d stay outside forever if that would help, but it wouldn’t. Rather than face me yourself.

Harry’s fist clenches, still wrapped against his wand. “For fuck’s sake. I did face you. I killed you. You’re done.” 

The voice echoing inside of him laughs at him and shifts.

your friends

your friends

your friends to die

Hermione, glassy-eyed, staring at the kitchen floor when he crept downstairs in the hours before dawn. “It’s lunch time in Australia,” she whispered, turning away. Ron’s been looking constantly from face to face to face. George, cutting his hair and breaking two mirrors.

Then Colin’s mother, thanking him. Her warm ungloved hands, and how she let go of him mid sentence to dab at her eyes.  The casket, obscenely, was the same size as Remus's. But Remus, at least, had been a full-grown man. 

You have permitted you have permitted

He answers again then, just one word. He’s almost crying.

STOP.  

Harry isn’t sure if he said it out loud.  If it was a command, or a plea, or if it can even happen. The tree in front of him has just dropped three branches; he sees that before noticing that he’s not alone.

Ginny approaches and he realizes that it must have been out loud after all. “You hear him still, don’t you?”

Harry jerks his head back. She continues to step forward. 

“Even though he’s not speaking? Even though he’s dead? You hear him still, don’t you? You shouldn’t, but you do.”

She’s looking at him carefully. Not afraid, but something else.

“How do you know?”

Ginny draws herself up to her full height. Her eyes make his breath catch as her gaze locks with his. She raises one hand and ghosts it over his forehead.

Then seems to fall into herself, shrinking down. Her voice not her own, her eyes fixed on the dirt. They stand, facing each other, and there’s a promise of a future in the echoes of the past. He wants to hug her, to kiss her, to marry her, to heal with her. (They will do all of those things, some day. But not yet.)

Ginny’s picking at her thumbnail as he leans in to listen. 

“Funny the damage a silly little book can do, especially in the hands of a silly little girl.”

#harry potter fan fiction #see ao3 for credit list but thanks thanks so much #missing moment #post battle of hogwarts #harry x ginny

[kindofinprogress]

Day 11 of @hinnymicrofic - new.

He should tell her. He had been itching to for days. Understood that it was important. Couldn’t believe a lifetime had passed by without saying it to her. 

They -the 100 other people cycling through the Burrow- have been throwing it around so much lately. More than usual, even. Which was saying a lot. 

“Leaving the house now!” -Mr. Weasley, on his way to work. “Okay! We love you!”

“Going to feed the chickens!” -Percy, trying to let everyone know he was being useful.  “Thank you! Love you!” 

“I made you a plate.” -Charlie, doing his best to keep stomachs full. “Thanks for that! I love you!” 

“Pass the salt.” -Anyone, on any given night at the dinner table. “Here you go, love you.”

He wasn’t sure how they all said it so easily. Try as he might. Meant it as much. His lips simply weren’t used to forming the word. The feeling was vaguely reminiscent of what it felt like when he was 11 and becoming acquainted with the wizarding world for the first time. When suddenly- everyone around him had grown up speaking one language and he was just now trying to learn it and keep up - but it was all the small things that were the hardest to learn. 

When was something Wicked? Was it the same as when something was cool? He wasn’t even sure he knew what that was really either though so he wasn’t sure knowing would help. When was it appropriate to say “Godric” instead of “God”? Did wizards believe in God? Did they go to church? Would it be silly to ask or would they look at him funny like when he asked why they couldn’t just use regular pens in class? What were Gorgons and was it a good thing or a bad thing that they were “Gallopin’”?

And now at the age of 18 here he was, again, as an outsider. Trying to catch up. Trying to learn a new language the rest of them had grown up with. Words lived in and tossed around so easily for them but so hard for him. He hoped it wouldn’t take him long to figure this out. 

#New #hinny microfic #hinny #harry x ginny #post battle of hogwarts

[fensherohair]

Shadow of You (Charlie Weasley x GN Reader)

Words: 1.5k Warning: Grief, Mourning, Mentions of Characters death. Note: Based on the Hogwarts Mysteries mobile game

Charlie could remember when he first saw you. You were one of his closest friends in school. Although your brother had left a rather questionable reputation behind, you had slowly proved, although mischievous and a rule-breaker. You did it for a good reason. You had broken so many curses that threatened the students of Hogwarts during your time there. Just as you lost people you loved dearly, he could still remember you arguing with Ben in the courtyard; you had called his reckless behavior stupid and admitted you missed the old him despite him being terrified of nearly enough everything, including his own shadow.

Even now, when the Battle of Hogwarts had ended, he still remembered how the pair of you were at Hogwarts. He could remember the Valentine Howler he had sent you asking you to be his Valentine that year, just as he remembered how you had gone on to save him from the Hungarian Horntail dragon when he had stormed off in a strop at the Dragon Sanctuary. He wouldn’t tell anyone, but he often went there to remember you. You had changed his life in so many ways; some of it he hated you for, but others things he loved you for it.

“I wish you were here (N/N),” quietly muttered Charlie, his red hair tied back in its normal ponytail. His freckles, which you had loved so much, were still firmly on display, even if some of them were covered by the burns that scattered his body. It wasn’t long before he pulled out the letter Bill had sent him. A picture of (Y/N) and himself stood together with bright smiles. To anyone, you were happy; no signs were pointing to the tragedy that was set to take you away. There was nothing to say his life would change forever. His smile only grew upon seeing a picture of the group he had once been a part of. The Circle of Khanna. Each member had come together to find the final cursed vault, break the curse on Hogwarts, and avenge Rowan’s death. In a way, it was your way of handling the loss.

Hey Charlie,

I know with everything that happened during the war and losing Fred. It would have reminded you of (Y/N) and what happened. I know you loved them, even when you don’t want to admit it out loud. Fleur suggested I send something to you that might help you truly come to terms with what happened to (Y/N) and know that they're at peace.

I hope you put the Resurrection Stone to good use. Harry destroyed the Elder Wand and kept the Invincibility Cloak. We figured you would appreciate the stone and that it would be safe with you. I’ve also got some news for you. Our Ron is engaged to Hermione, George is starting to move on again, Fleur is expecting our first child, and Ginny is celebrating securing a place with the Holyhead Harpies. Oh, and would you believe it, Percy finally figured out there is a world outside work.

You’re going to be dragon-crazy, Uncle Charlie. I hope to see you soon, little brother. Mum, Dad, and the rest of the clan, including the extra members, also hope to see you.

Bill.

Charlie reached into the envelope, pulling out a small black stone, holding up to the light coming from the abandoned cave entrance. He wondered if it would work and show him (Y/N). If it did work, how would you appear? He soon closed his blue eyes, focusing on you. Remembering your beauty, your stunning (E/C) eyes, and ever changing hair. Remembering your laugh when you were amused and your determination to find and break the curses. Yet Charlie hadn’t noticed the person standing at the entrance of the abandoned cave. The wizard who had run away years prior in an effort to stop R once and for all. The person whom Charlie had ultimately blamed for his friend's dying. Jacob (Y/L/N).

“What happened to her?” questioned Jacob upon seeing the small tombstone with your name on it. Charlie could only stiffen upon hearing the voice again, he soon turned around to face (Y/N)’s older brother, with so much un-repented hate and anger in his eyes. He had hoped never to see the older wizard again but knew it was inevitable. He knew eventually Jacob would come looking for (Y/N), although he hadn’t expected it to take this long. To Charlie, it was almost like Jacob had suddenly taken notice he hadn’t seen or heard from his sister for years.

“Rakepick and other members of R,” angrily replied Charlie; even now, all these years later, he could remember when Bill had told him you were gone. He could still remember his heart-shattering and as if you had taken a piece of him with you. “She, Merula, and Ben were surrounded by members of R. They were tortured for information about you. They killed all three of them because you never answered the calls for you,” spoke Charlie through gritted teeth. Your mother had allowed him to take you to Romania with him. There, he buried you in the cave where he had first told you he loved you. Every few days, he took fresh flowers to put on your grave. Just as he would take things that he thought you would have liked there, too.

The second Weasley brother soon returned to his little cabin, a sad smile on his lips at seeing how quiet it was. The picture of you on the mantelpiece did little to help his mood. The red head once again took hold of the Resurrection Stone, thinking of you again in the hopes that the stone would allow him to see you again.

“Charlie” spoke a soft voice. The redhead opened his blue eyes in seconds upon hearing your voice. At first he thought he was hearing things, you weren’t anywhere in front of him. “Charlie,” when he heard your voice again, he turned around. There you stood, next to the window overlooking the sanctuary. Upon seeing the dragons flying freely above, a small smile on your pink lips. A small smile come to Charlie’s dry lips to see you there, exactly how he remembered you when he had last seen you. Tears in his eyes to see you again, even when he knew you were just a shadow of who you were in life.

“(Y/N),” uttered Charlie; his smile grew a little bigger to see who stood at your side. There, right next to you, was Fred. It was almost like you were his guardian now, showing him the ropes of the afterlife. Both of you waiting for him to join you and watching over him and the others you loved. “Fred. I missed you both so much,” stuttered the older redhead. He honestly didn’t believe the stone would work but was happy that it proved him wrong. “Nothing is the same without either of you here,” almost sobbed Charlie. His little brother stood next to the one who held his heart, a sight he thought he would never see. It was almost like his family was whole again, seeing the pair of you stand by each other as if you were working on some secret plan to course havoc.

“I promise she’s taking good care of me,” said Fred, a cheeky grin coming to his lips as he looked over to (Y/N). He knew Charlie had been lost for years, since the day you were taken away by R. The entirety of Hogwarts knew of the murders, Dumbledore having announced it as you were technically a hero for breaking all six curses on the school, saving both staff and students alike. Even now, you stood for what a Gryffindor student should be.

“I tried (N/N). I tried to move on without you. To find love again, but I couldn’t do it,” whispered Charlie as you moved over to him. Your (H/C) braided, the braid hanging over your left shoulder. You could see tears in his eyes whenever he remembered finding out what happened to you. “I don’t want to move on (Y/N). Moving forward means I’m leaving you behind. Something I know I won't be able to do. Not when I love you so much. I was going to ask you to marry me when I saw you again,” confessed the redhead. Pulling the chain from underneath his jumper, where a small engagement ring resided. Tears soon appeared in your (E/C) eyes upon realizing why he had been so excited for the next time the pair of you would see each other. A meeting that never got the chance to happen.

“I’ll always be here with you, Charlie,” whispered (Y/N) with sadness in your voice. “I’ll be right behind you when you're with the dragons out there, smiling with you. I never left you, not even for a second. You’re the one who made me laugh when I was down, helped me find my brother when I wanted to understand him, and always held my heart. From the moment you saved me from injury during that Quidditch game. I will always be walking at your side. Even when you don’t see me,” you add, watching as the realization dawned on him. You would always be there with him even in death. You smiled once more before Charlie put the stone on the mantle piece next to the photo of you. The picture makes him smile as you were laughing at something when it was taken.

“I love you, Charlie Dragon Tamer Weasley. Forever,” spoke a whispering voice in the wind. One last time.

Fens Masterlist

#charlie weasley x reader #wizarding world #x reader #reader interactive #reader insert #wizarding world onshot #wizarding world fanfiction #wizarding world fanfic #hogwarts mystery #gender neutral reader #post battle of hogwarts #cross posted on quotev #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on ao3

[somesnapefan2]

#20, 21, and 22 for Snape asks🥺

(the first post of this was a draft I posted by mistake. Sorry, but imagine my shock when I found the same post (that was posted) in my draft.)

20: After the Battle of Hogwarts, the wizarding world was left in tatters. Among the fallen and the wounded, Severus Snape survived Nagini's attack with the help of an anti-venom. Weakened and weary, he managed to escape the chaos, disappearing into the shadows to hide away from the world that had brought him so much pain.

For years, Severus remained hidden, his whereabouts known to no other. During this time, he immersed himself in his true passion: potion-making. He set up a small potion laboratory in a remote corner of the magical world, hidden away from familiar eyes. There, he brewed beautifully crafted potions, delving into ancient texts and experimenting with new ingredients.

Severus, once the feared Potions Master of Hogwarts, now found solace and purpose in the quiet art of potion-making. He spent his days concocting remedies for various ailments and ailments, perfecting his skills in solitude. His potions became renowned for their efficacy, whispered about in hushed tones among those who knew where to find him.

The shop became a haven for potion enthusiasts and those seeking unconventional remedies. Severus, although reserved, found a renewed sense of purpose in sharing his knowledge. His carefully crafted potions lined the shelves, each vial hinting at his expertise.

21: while Severus had a lot of turning points in his life, I feel like both his parents dying and inheriting their small and broken house was definitely a personal one for him.

22: along with lily, it was minvera; not only was she his teacher and collage but she was definitely a friend and a mother figure for Severus

#hp #harry potter #severus snape #pro severus snape #professor snape #headcanon #alternate harry potter au #Severus lives #potions master #post battle of hogwarts

[usernoneexistent]

What is victory when the aftermath shows only survivors...

My entry for Victory by @hp-12monthsofmagic

#hp12mom #hogwarts mystery #juniper moss #was in the feels #post battle of hogwarts #dont want to reveal too much cause i have plans for the future

[the-fanfic-snob]

Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love by isthisselfcare on A03

Overall Rating: 5/5 Stars

Synopsis: Hermione straddles the Muggle and Magical worlds as a medical researcher and Healer about to make a big discovery. Draco is an auror assigned to protect her from forces unknown - to both their displeasure. Features a hyper-competent, fiery Hermione and lazy, yet dangerous, Draco. Slow burn.

Major Themes: Forced proximity, slow burn, pining to the MAX, paced perfectly.

Reason for Rating:

- All the characters are so well written and three dimensional (yes, even side characters) that you just feel that they genuinely exist. I find sometimes characters are written as if they know they are in a certain story/genre and in turn I am aware that I am reading. These characters however are so human like that I genuinely got lost in the story because it felt so real. Furthermore, I love competent and intelligent characters. Not that I don’t love a good him or/himbo moment because believe me I do, but with this plot line especially it is so beautiful when the two main characters complete each other intelligently. This is even more well played out when they’re intelligent in different, but complementary ways as in this fic. BTW BIG himbo energy from Harry and Ron in this - as it should be!!

- The story line is chef’s kiss. It is so complex, intriguing, and well-thought out. When I can tell an author put actual RESEARCH into their work I simultaneously die of enthusiasm AND gain 5 years on my life expectancy.

- The pining and tension in this is absolutely unmatched to anything I’ve read before. These two idiots are in love with each other, but refuse to acknowledge it!

- This fic was 100% perfectly paced which I think is hard to do. I kind of can’t stand when a final battle or resolution gets dragged out because I get bored. This is not one of those fics. The resolution takes place and everything that should happen happens without a rush, but also without lasting longer than necessary.

- This point may be interpreted as spoilers so proceed with caution. The #Eventual Smut means exactly what it says and I enjoyed it more than I thought. With most fics I expect smut between the main characters before the resolution happens. This isn’t a need, I just expect it. However, this fic in particular the holding off of smut was exceptional. Especially considering the pacing of the fic, holding us until the end felt right.

Overall: This is a post-war fic in which Draco is assigned to protect Hermione from those wanting to disrupt her research findings. If you enjoy a complex, yet faster paced fic, this covers a well thought-out and expansive story in only 36 chapters. Furthermore, ‘Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love’ perfectly balances lighter themes while reflecting on the darker reality of the past and including some dark characters. It is very much adventure based, but also includes a variety of other scenes that expand on the character’s personalities. It’s very light-hearted, but serious when it needs to be. All the characters are complex and three dimensional so you don’t have to worry about anyone acting so far out of character that it takes you out of the story. I have read this twice since I first read it in January it is THAT good. The only thing that hurts is that this author hasn’t written anything new because I would absolutely devour it.

Again, you can find this on A03 ‘Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love’ by isthisselfcare.

#dramione #harry potter #recommendations #dramione fic #dramione recommendations #A03 #draco malfoy and the mortifying ordeal of being in love #isthisselfcare #post battle of hogwarts

[winterwells]

Art and Fic by winterwells

Fifty Shades of Granger - E- 7 Chapters - Complete Post-War Dramione Rom-Com

Draco Malfoy finds himself reentering society after having been on house arrest for the past five years. The Wizengamot has graciously given him the opportunity to leave the manor provided he gets a job at the Ministry.

What could go wrong?

...

"Can't say I ever thought I'd run into Draco Malfoy - standing in an open field - in the state of Missouri."

"Well, can't say that I planned this. Although yes. I'm quickly descending into a state of misery. Rapidly. Second by second—"

Granger laughs. "No, I mean - we're in Missouri."

"Yes," Draco says slowly. "This is definitely a miserable place—"

"No, dumbarse, I mean, we are literally in the States. As in the United States of America. Specifically, the state of Mis- sour– ri. Missouri," she cocks her head and looks off into the distance. "Although the locals seem to say Missou- rah," she muses.

Draco looks at her in confusion, and then his face pales. "Wait, you mean to tell me that not only did Weasley force me to unexpectedly travel by Portkey — you're saying it was an international Portkey?" No wonder he got sick. "FUCKING–"

Granger holds her hand up. "Look, I'm not sure why Ron would send you here because he was supposed to–" she begins laughing.

"What?"

"Oh, Merlin. This- this is quite unexpected. I didn't realise they'd meant you," she says, shaking her head. "All I was told was that the Ministry was going to provide me a secretary to – erm– help me keep on track."

"Secretary? I'm not your fucking secretary, Granger. I was told I was hired to –"

"Assist a senior-level ministry employee in facilitating the necessary support for the employee to function more efficiently," she says flatly. "In other words, you're my new secretary."

Draco holds both of his hands up and closes his eyes. "Just do it."

"What?" asks Granger in confusion as he drops to his knees.

"Take out your wand. Avada me. Come on. You know you want to. Put me out of my misery and bury my body in a random field in Missouri," he pleads. He then opens one eye. "I won't tell."

#dramione #draco x hermione #original work #fanfic #original art #romance #ao3fic #romantic comedy #dramione fanfic #ao3 fanfic #hermione granger #draco malfoy #explict #humour #enemies to lovers #shenanigans #comedy #post battle of hogwarts #satire #subverting tropes

[sliebman10]

It's Over

(CW for character death)

Sirius watched as Tom Riddle's body fell to the floor with an unceremonious thud. And then he saw Harry,still standing and breathing heavily, as the crowd in the Great Hall cheered.

But Sirius only had eyes for his godson as he rushed forward and threw his arms around Harry's trembling body.

"It's over, kid…you did it." Sirius said fiercely, as the chaos surrounded them. People trying to reach out to Harry that Sirius blocked, as he felt Harry leaning on him, exhausted and shell-shocked.

But then he felt another pair of arms envelop him and he saw Remus pulling them both close. Remus was a mess from the battle; they all were. But they were still standing among the rubble.

There would be work to do. Rebuilding. Healing. But for now, it was enough that their foe was vanquished and they were together.

@wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar microfic #harry potter #sirius and harry #good godfather sirius black #post battle of hogwarts #it's over #cw character death

[oxydiane]

Braid

‘How did you learn to do this so well?’

Remus shifts uncomfortably at Harry’s question.

He hadn’t seen Harry for long during the war and the day of the Battle of Hogwarts his sight was greeted with a Harry who was thin, exhausted and terribly long-haired.

Now they sit on the living room floor, at Grimmauld Place, Harry in front of him and Remus on his knees, hair brush in one hand and various hair bands between his teeth.

‘Mh?’

‘You know… Never took you for a bloke who knows how to tie hair…’

Remus can’t see Harry’s face, the only thing he can see are black locks still healing from the damage months of almost-starvation had inflicted.

He can’t see Harry’s face, he can only see black locks of hair and suddenly he is sixteen again. The carpet is bright red and the Gryffindor common room fireplace burns bright in front of them.

He swallows a thick lump in his throat. Suddenly he is sixteen again and he is flicking Sirius’ forehead as he complains, he is sixteen again and Sirius is telling him he should just braid his hair himself because Remus was excruciatingly bad at it.

Sirius never went through with that, they both knew it was just an excuse to sit that close.

‘Guess I’m just a natural,’ he lies instead, easily.

@wolfstarmicrofic

#sorry i can never leave harry out #anyways #soo writes #harry potter #sirius black #remus lupin #harry james potter #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #microfic #remus and harry #post war #post battle of hogwarts #harry grows his hair

[arduousblaze]

Holly Potter and the Midlife Crisis by Enigmaris

female harry potter , avengers crossover , after battle of hogwarts

Harry leaves britain to get some distance from the magical world and all of the pain there. She's having a mid life crisis questioning what she wants from her life, what she wants to do, and where she belongs. This is an awesome story of personal growth, healing, and discovering what's important to yourself. Also with some really cool fight scenes and magic and interacting with the Avengers fam.

If you like Harry Potter, the Avengers, and wholesome self discovery, then you couldn't find a better fic.

It's finished now but I have not personally finished it yet - which will be changing soon

#harry potter #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #the avengers #marvel mcu #female harry potter #post battle of hogwarts #midlife crisis #self discovery #healing #found family #hurt/comfort #happy ending #supposedly #i havent finished it yet #but the story is complete #complete #fanfiction #fanfic #hp fanfic #fanfic rec #harry potter fanfiction #almost 400k words #almost 25k kudos #you should read this #fanfiction recommendation #harry potter and avengers crossover #teen and up audiences #ao3 #ao3 fanfic

[turanga4]

For @hinnymicrofic Prompt 30: Goodbye

A better read on a03 because of the initial quote and attributions that set the full context. Nevertheless, here it is.

The sunlit days this time didn't happen near the castle. The hours unspooled around them all summer at the Burrow, mucking out the chicken coop and dipping feet into the pond.  When they talked, it felt just like that—something cloudy underneath, dart of minnows past his toes, not knowing beforehand if the water was too cold. Finally, one torpid afternoon, with his back against an apple tree, Harry offered the apology he knew that she deserved.

“I hid so many things from you, when we were together that spring. It wasn’t fair. ”

Ginny seemed to shake her head hard enough to clear the thought away. “I didn’t want to face it either, Harry.” 

As she spoke again, he saw her eyes trained on the dirt. “When Bill came of age, he didn’t want a new watch.” Bill had always been her favorite brother: Harry’s heart clenched.

“He took my dead uncle’s.” Her right thumb passed over the pads of her fingers: he imagined the watch there, in Bill’s hand. In hers.

“I was six. But I knew. Don’t you see it? I needed those weeks just as much as you did. I needed…I needed just the good things. Couldn’t talk about the rest.” 

The memory hit him, a white tent seen out her window. Ginny’s lips crashing into his, her body pushing him urgently against the bedroom wall. The shine in her eyes of the tears she didn’t show him, tears she must have dropped afterwards, when Ron opened the door. “My seventeenth.”

She flicked her gaze back to him, shoulders thrust forward. “What of it?”

“When we kissed. When you kissed me. You were saying goodbye.”

“Yeah. Maybe I was.” Ginny was flushing; if they’d been back in that room, she might turn away again. If they’d still been in the room, he would look towards the window.  

Hours and days and maybe years in which to talk.

Harry took a deep breath and leaned his body close to hers.

“It wasn’t, though. Goodbye,” he answered, in a soft voice.

Like opening his eyes in the mist at Kings Cross Station, like the crushing hugs of his friends after Voldemort fell, like his hand helping Ginny to stand up within the Chamber. Impossible to believe, but so lucky, to be true. How many times would she need to be reminded? How many times would he?  

Whatever the number, each time, it was a gift.

#harry potter fan fiction #harry james potter #ginny weasley #harry x ginny #hinny microfic #post battle of hogwarts #thanks thanks to greenhouse three and honeydukesheroine #so much love to whinlatter #this one's for you