#but what if that muggle world is just as extraordinary as the wizarding world?

[lixzey]

Almost A Love Story

September 1, 1977

The sun slowly crept through the curtains, peering over the young witch, who was comfortably sleeping in her bed. Rosalie Evans stood by the door of her only daughter's bedroom, a small smile on her lips as she admired her. She slowly crept towards the side of Y/n's bed, taking a seat in the empty space beside her daughter.

“Darling, get up. It's September first, your last year at Hogwarts.” Rosalie kissed her daughter's forehead before nudging Y/n slightly. 

“Five more minutes, Mum,” Y/n mumbled, turning away from her mother and throwing a pillow over her head.

“No can do, darling. It's already half past eight, and we still have a long way to King's Cross.” Y/n groaned, making her mother chuckle. “Breakfast's ready; I made your favorite chocolate chip pancakes with bacon on the side.”

At the mention of her favorite, Y/n turned to face her mother with bleary eyes. “Fine, give me ten minutes, Mum.”

The older woman chuckled before planting a kiss on her daughter's forehead. “Okay, take your time, my little daffodil.” 

Y/n slowly got up and rubbed her eyes as her mother left the room. A loud yawn escaped her lips as she tore the covers off of her body. “Last and final year at Hogwarts, Y/n/n. After this, you won't have to deal with loud, squealing roommates anymore. You'll get a job, and you'll be able to help your Mum.” Y/n sighed softly, gazing over the photo on her bedside table. She got out of bed and opened the curtains, letting sunlight in. “You can do this.” 

Y/n Evans was never a standout student. She was, in every sense of the word, average. She never considered herself extraordinary; the only thing she ever considered remarkable about herself was the fact that she had magic running in her veins. Despite all that, she was never one to consider herself, in any way, exceptional compared to most of the magical and muggle population. 

Y/n spent her years at Hogwarts as one of the background characters, never the main character, always one amidst the sea of red, green, blue, and yellow. It was alright; she wasn't complaining, though, because she never really liked being the center of attention. Y/n only had one friend, Emily Roswell, who's another muggle-born witch like her. Y/n Evans liked her life just the way it was, being one of those people who just seemed to blend into the background—uninteresting enough to even notice.

Unbeknownst to her, all that was about to change in her seventh and final year at Hogwarts. 

The young witch started to get ready for the first day back at Hogwarts. After a while, Y/n descended into the kitchen, clad in a white shirt and denim bell-bottom jeans. Rosalie smiled at the sight of her daughter. “Looking good, my little daffodil.”

Y/n chuckled, sitting at the other end of the table in front of her mother. “Thanks, Mum, so breakfast?” Rosalie nodded, pushing a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of the young witch, who immediately dug into the fresh stack. 

“What's an Auror again, darling?” 

"So, sweetheart, what are your plans after you finish Hogwarts?” Rosalie asked.

Y/n looked at her mother, shrugging her shoulders. “I honestly don't know yet, Mum. I guess I'll apply for a position at the ministry. Though, I'm leaning more towards being an Auror.”

“An Auror is like a policeman, Mum. Aurors catch dark wizards.” 

Rosalie's eyes widened. “Are you sure you want to be an auror, darling?” 

“If I could, I would, Mum. But I haven't taken my N.E.W.T.'s yet, and that will determine if I'm eligible,” Y/n explained, noticing her mother's worried look. “If not, I'll find a job here, in the muggle world.” Y/n smiled, grabbing her mother's hand. “Don't worry, Mum, I'll be alright.”

Y/n loved her mother's nickname for her. Though she wasn't named after a flower, Rosalie nicknamed her after one. Daffodils symbolize new beginnings, hope, and joy. Rosalie found it fitting for a nickname for her little daughter because Y/n was her new beginning after everything that happened in her life. Y/n is the light of her mother's life—like how daffodils emerge each spring to light up barren landscapes with cheerful colors. 

Rosalie sighed, gripping her daughter's hand. “You know I won't stop worrying about you, my little daffodil.”

Y/n gave her mother an assuring smile. “I know, Mum. But I promise to steer clear of harm's way.” 

“I mean it, Y/n. You stay out of harm's way; do you hear me?” 

“Promise.” 

After breakfast, Y/n packed up her trunk with her mother, making sure she didn't leave anything important behind. Y/n grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder before dragging her large trunk out of her bedroom door and down to the car. As soon as everything was checked and done, the mother-daughter duo drove to King's Cross station. 

Y/n sang Dancing Queen while on the way to the station, at the top of her lungs, while her mother laughed at her. “You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen!”

Rosalie smiled at her daughter. She could light up a room with that infectious smile and her bright eyes—full of life and passion. “You're turning seventeen soon, little daffodil.” Rosalie turned to face her daughter. “What do you want this year, love?”

“I dunno, I have everything I could ever want.” Y/n shrugged, lowering the radio volume. “I guess a new book?” 

Rosalie chuckled. “You always ask for a new book.”

Y/n raised a brow at her mother, a small smirk on her pink lips. “Well, what should I ask for?” 

“What about a camera? You could make a journal full of memories from your final year, so one day, when you have kids of your own, you could show them.” 

Y/n scoffed, “Really, Mum? Kids?” 

Rosalie chuckled. “You should ask God for a boyfriend for your birthday this year.” 

“Mum!” Y/n's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing. “I do not need a boyfriend!” 

Rosalie stifled a laugh. “You need a little love in your life.” 

“Oh, please, Mum. I get plenty of love from you.” Y/n rolled her eyes. “And besides, I'm not interested in getting a boyfriend anytime soon. I'm focused on my studies; a boyfriend will only be a distraction.” 

“When love comes, love comes.” 

Y/n rolled her eyes again at her mother. She wasn't interested in falling in love—for now, at least. “Whatever, Mum.” 

The car finally stopped in front of King's Cross. Y/n stepped out of the car, grabbing her bag, before walking to get a trolley for her trunk. Rosalie helped her daughter place her trunk on the trolley before accompanying her.

The mother-and-daughter duo eased their way through the bustling crowd of King's Cross, making their way over to the platforms. As the two stopped in front of the familiar platforms nine and ten, Rosalie turned to her daughter, beaming with pride as she cupped her face. “Go on, my little daffodil, go make memories.” 

Y/n turned to her trolley, gripping the handle. She cast one last look at her mother, who smiled and urged her to go on. Y/n took a deep breath before running through the barrier that separated platforms nine and ten. The young witch grinned at the sight of the familiar scarlet train greeting her, smoke billowing out of the engine. 

Y/n wrapped her arms around her mother. “I love you, Mum.”

Rosalie placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead. “I love you too, my little daffodil. Go on then.” She pulled away from her daughter's embrace. “You go ahead. Be sure to write, alright? I'll have that camera for you by your birthday in December.”

Y/n strolled through the platform, her eyes searching for her best friend in the sea of chattering students. She ducked away from the students and rushed forward to the nearby door of the train, tugging her trunk behind her. When she made her way aboard, Y/n made her way down the aisle in search of an empty compartment and her best friend. 

While wandering through the train in search of an empty compartment, Y/n heard a loud crash. She turned around and saw the Marauders running away from Severus Snape, who was currently sporting bright red hair. The boys sped past her, knocking her over in the process. 

“You prat!” Y/n shrieked angrily as she fell onto the floor. 

“Sorry!” The boy with messy raven hair that stuck up behind his head in weird directions, also known as James Potter, abruptly stopped and apologized with a cheeky grin before turning back and running away. 

In some cases, Y/n was mistaken for Lily Evans. Y/n was not, in any way, related to the redheaded girl. The last name Evans was not uncommon in the muggle world, though only she and Lily were the only known Evans' in Hogwarts—and both did not know each other well. Y/n was adopted at the young age of three, never knowing who her biological parents were or whether they were purebloods or what. 

Y/n rolled her eyes before standing up and stepping into a nearby compartment, settling inside. The first day of her final year, she gets knocked over by four idiots. What could possibly go worse? Y/n sighed as she watched from the window as parents waved to their children when the train pulled out of the station as the clock struck eleven. She always got jealous of those who had their parents hug them on the platform and wave them off as the train left. How she wished that her mother got the chance to see her off, but her mother couldn't step on Platform nine and three quarters, being a muggle and all. Y/n brushed the feeling off, opening her bag and pulling out her favorite book. She might as well enjoy the peace and quiet before the Marauders get another idea, causing mayhem on the train—again.

Being in the background meant she saw each and every time the Marauders pulled something off. Like that one time in their third year when Potter and Black nearly set the train on fire when they set off a firecracker inside the compartment. Or that one incident in their fifth year when the whole train got flooded because of Ligare Pluviam cast on Severus Snape. Those boys never pass on a chance to pester Snape, the usual target of all of their pranks. Not that Y/n could blame them; Snape was really insufferable and a bully—Y/n was a victim of the Slytherin a few times. Snape made it his mission to insult people who got in his way, sneering and looking down at muggle-borns—except for Lily Evans.

Lily was famous; everyone in Hogwarts loved her, with the exception of Slytherins. She was smart, the brightest witch of her age, always top of the class. In other words, Lily Evans is everything that Y/n Evans was not. Though Y/n didn't mind, she'd rather be invisible than have boys flocking all over her. Lily had boys fawning over her, and one of them was James Potter. 

James Potter had been in love with the redheaded witch since their first year. Y/n didn't quite understand why James kept on asking Lily Evans out when every time he did, she'd turn him down. What was so special about her? Besides being pretty and smart, why does James Potter worship the ground she walks on like some kind of goddess? He looks like a lovesick puppy chasing after her, always doing something to catch her attention. 

Suddenly, the door to the compartment opened, snapping Y/n out of her thoughts. Emily stood by the door, a huge grin plastered on her face as she sat down beside her. “Hey, Y/n/n.”

Y/n smiled at her friend. “Hey, Ems. How was your summer?” 

“Absolutely awful. I was forced to attend a debutante ball.” Emily grimaced. “They forced me to wear this frilly white ball gown.” 

Y/n cringed. “Ugh, I can see it.”

Emily chuckled.  “Well, that was my summer. I mean, I literally just stayed in my room all summer, apart from that bloody ball. So anyway, have you heard who the head boy and girl are? ”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, scrunching her nose. “Why do I need to know who? It's not like I care, and besides, they may be as shitty as the last.” 

“It's Potter and Evans—Lily Evans.” 

“So? Potter will probably try to woo her like always, and she'll hit him with anything within reach. Honestly, it's getting pretty old seeing him shamelessly flirt with that girl who doesn't even give him a second glance.” 

“Well, you have to admit that Lily is one lucky witch.” 

Y/n scoffed. “I wouldn't call her lucky.”

Emily cocked a brow at her friend. “Oh? And why is that, Miss Evans?” 

Y/n rolled her eyes at her friend. “Have you tried getting pestered every bloody day for the last six years?” Though she hadn't experienced getting pestered by the opposite sex, Y/n knew it wasn't the best feeling. “That bloke's nutters when it comes to her.” 

“I suppose so.” Emily chuckled. “Anyway, how was your summer?” 

The Marauders—James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew—sat inside their self-proclaimed compartment. Boxes and wrappings of sweets scattered around while Sirius and Peter played Wizard's Chess—Sirus losing against Peter, who was grinning smugly at him. Remus sat beside the window, his eyes glued to his copy of Advanced Potions.

“Prongs, what are you doing?” Sirius eyed his friend, who had slumped on the floor right beside Remus' leg, pulling out a quill and parchment from his bag. James looked up at Sirius, who was peering over his shoulder. 

"I'm going to write Evans a letter," James said with a proud smirk. 

“Again?” Peter raised a brow at James, who scowled at him. 

James has loved Lily Evans since the day he laid eyes on the fiery redhead. He has asked her out multiple times, and each time he did, he ended up getting hexed or hit with an object within Lily's reach. Though James did not mind, he was persistent and had already set his eyes on his goal. 

“She'll love me; I just know it. Evans will be my witch by the end of the year.” James grinned proudly before turning back to scribbling his letter for his precious lily-flower. 

Evans, go out on a date with me? Meet me at the Astronomy Tower tonight?

- James Potter, your future husband. 

Remus looked down, his eyes landing on James' wonky handwriting on the parchment. “Your future husband? Really?” He snorted, closing the book in his shut. “Merlin, you're hopeless.” 

Sirius and Peter burst out in a fit of laughter, both nearly breathless. “She's going to burn that as soon as it reaches her,” Sirius said, clutching his stomach, still laughing.

James scowled and glared at his friend. “Shut up, Pads," He huffed before slipping the parchment into an envelope. “I'm going to find an owl to deliver this to my future wife.”

Emily Rosswell made her way through the halls of the Hogwarts' Express in search of the Trolley Witch for some sweets for herself and her friend, Y/n. Suddenly, she bumped into someone, making her stop in her tracks. 

James stood up, straightening his robes and making sure he was presentable before stepping out of the compartment. “Wish me luck, boys.” Sirius and Peter snickered at their friend, while Remus just shook his head, knowing that James' plan would fail miserably again.

“Sorry, I-” she said, looking up to see James Potter giving her an apologetic smile. “Alright there? Sorry 'bout that; I wasn't looking my way.”

Emily chuckled nervously. “It's alright, uh, I'll go ahead.” Emily turned to leave, excited to tell Y/n what had just happened. But James stopped her, his hazel eyes shining with mischief. 

“Can you do me a favor? Miss?” James asked with an amused smile.

“Roswell. Emily Roswell.” 

“Emily, yes, so can you do me a favor, love?” 

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Emily accepted the letter in her hand. 

Emily arched her brow, confused as to why James Potter was asking her for a favor, but nonetheless, she nodded. 

James grinned before fishing for the letter inside his robe pocket and giving it to the blonde witch in front of him. “Can you give this to Evans?” 

“Thanks,” James smiled before turning his back and walking back to the compartment he shared with his friends. 

Emily stood there, flabbergasted. James Potter had just given her a letter to give to her friend! She quickly ran back to the compartment, abandoning the search for the Trolley Witch. 

Y/n was peacefully sitting in the compartment, her legs tucked behind her knees and her nose stuck in a book. 

“Y/n!” Emily squealed, “I have something for you!” Emily giggled as she sat beside her best friend. 

Y/n arched her brow, eyeing her best friend with a skeptical look. “What is it? I thought you were going to get some sweets.” 

Emily waved a hand, dismissing her friend. “Sweets can wait!” She pulled out an envelope from her pocket and passed it over to Y/n. 

“Who's it from?” Y/n asked, her brows furrowed in confusion as she ran her thumb over the envelope.

“Open it to find out!” Emily urged her friend, a wide grin on her face. Y/n rolled her eyes, sighing, before opening the letter.

Evans, go out on a date with me? Meet me at the Astronomy Tower tonight?

-James Potter, your future husband. 

“What the fuck?” Y/n said, confused, her eyes wide as she read the wonky penmanship of James fucking Potter. 

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[writingfool001]

What Really Matters

Author's Note: I decided to keep this one and delete the old one later. I like this one better.

Request:

 Due to the culture of looking down on half-bloods in the wizarding world, I can picture Newt!MC sympathizing with Sebek about his internalized racism as they had seen multiple Slytherins act the way he does in order to hide the fact that they're either a half-blood or a muggle born. It'll be touching if while Newt!MC is explaining their world to Sebek they touch upon the blood status subject and bring up example of half-bloods being just as exceptional as any regular magician.

Pairing: Newt!MC x Sebek (Platonic or romantic)Warning: Newt!MC is based off of Newt Scamander, mostly dialogue, short.

You've met many people on your travels, different races, ethnicities, and so on. Compared to your fellow wizards, you would treat everyone you met with decency unless you saw a valid reason not to. Ever since you arrived at NRC, there were few who didn't let anyone doubt their magical abilities due to their background. Yet there was a certain first year, in your flying class, who often called you human and would talk about humans or about Malleus being superior. Overtime, you learned more about his lineage and how he himself was half human himself which made you thought perhaps that is what fed into his usual behavior. 

“Sebek, I didn’t know your dad was a dentist?” You started out as we were studying. 

“Why would that be important as of right now?” he told, looking up from his homework. 

“You always ask me questions; wouldn’t it be fair if I could not do the same to you?” 

He glared a bit as his eyebrow twitched a bit before speaking. 

“...yes, he is.” 

“Such a fascinating job, he must be quite special.” 

“He’s just a magic-less human dentist.” 

"So, what? His magical ability does not change the fact that he is special. I presume your mother holds him in a high regard." 

"She does, though I do not entirely understand why." He grumbled as he wrote out his notes. 

"She likely saw him for who he was rather than the lack of magic." You suggested, only for him to scoff at it.  

"That does not take away from the fact that he does not have magic." 

"That does not make him any less important besides, do you care about having magic that much?" 

"Yes, or else I would be weak, it would've been easier if my father wasn't magicless." 

It was a little surprising to hear Sebek be somewhat open with you considering how he's usually yelling at you and such throughout the day, but it was nice. It also showed some of his insecurities about himself. 

"There have been many extraordinarily talented people I have met. Many of them being half-blooded magicians that have been more exceptional than the sum purebloods magicians." You start "I do not judge on one's magical capability or who they're related to which you should learn to do as well. Each to their own." 

  “You won’t see me differently for my blood?” He asked as you shook head before he let out a hearty loud laugh. “I don’t believe you.”  

“I remember my first friend outside of school was a young man who was very passionate about baking and didn’t have any magical talent. I still hold him dear in my heart as he's passionate about baking. I envied how easy it was for him to talk to others while I struggled with it. He's one of the most extraordinary people I met.” You smiled gently as you recalled your dear friend. 

“He didn’t have any magic?” 

“He had some, but he was considered magicless by most and he was fine with that. It didn’t matter if he had any magical talents or not, it mattered that he was passionate, something I admire.” 

You both sat there for a while before you packed your books and notes up then got up. Before leaving, you turn to him. 

“Don’t let your lineage or magic be how you define yourself. It’s the passion that is what makes someone like you the way you are. You’re Sebek to me. Just remember that.”  

You turned on your way and left. The next couple of days, you noticed a small pep in Sebek’s step and how extra loud he was during flying practice. It's good to see some things don't change. 

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[slayingqueenchal]

Werewolves | remus lupin x f!reader

Warnings : humiliation, a bit of angst, fluff, trauma, happy ending, breeding, but no smuts

Summary : you and remus are werewolves, and one night something happened

You were a child when a tragedy happened. One of fenrir greyback followers decided to go to your house one night, and instead of attacking your parents, they attacked you.

You could remember everything, the date, the time, how the moon looked like, the sound of tall grass being blown away by the wind, and most of all, the sound of growling and footsteps.

Your parents heard your blood scorching scream. The next thing that happened was history. You couldn't remember anything after that.

You never fit in, whether it's with other wizards and witches, or with muggles, it seems like they know there's something different about you, but, everything changed.

You met four boys on your way to your first year at Hogwarts. "So, y/n, what house do you wanna be in? " James said

"Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw doesn't sound so bad, though I don't think I'd consider going to Slytherin, maybe gryffindor" You said, looking out of the window, that looking back at the guy next to you.

"What do you wanna be in, remus? " You asked. "Personally, gryffindor" Remus said.

Well the first year, you five were absolute trouble makers, sneaking in to the Slytherins common rooms, putting prank things, but James, Peter, and sirius has always been suspicious with you two.

You were always gone. And so was remus. They were good friends, theyd risk coming to the common room at night and talk there so they could have you with them, but there's always one night every month that the two of you were gone.

Slowly, you two figured out that two of the marauders were werewolves, and it comforts you in a way that you're not so different.

McGonagall always had a rule on full moons. You stay on the second floor, remus stays on the first floor and never open that door while being transformed.

Didn't take long for the rest of the marauders to find out, remus and you were so happy that they'd keep it a secret and still be friends.

As caring as your other friends are, no one would compete with remus. He'd always be there for you, laughing weakly at the hospital wing, or sneaking out to the restricted section to find books about lycanthropy. And there you realized, maybe you had a small crush on him.

But one day,on your fifth year, the three other marauder got curious and opened the door between the second and the first floor.

Of course you didn't remember anything, but next day you woke up, there was baby wolves running around and playing with James, Peter, and sirius.

You remember professor McGonagall gasping and madam pomfrey standing straight, not saying a word.

On the hospital wing you opened your eyes and heard " Congratulation! It's a two girls and five boys! " Sirius exclaimed, getting a hush from madam pomfrey.

It was safe for them to talk about it on the hospital wing, because the day after the full moon, it's always closed, only accepting people if they're extremely injured.

"What?" You said, sitting up straight. You groaned. "Ugh, what happened to me, everything hurts, my stomach too, oh my gosh! What if I slashed my stomach! " You gasped.

"How slow can you be" Peter said. You looked at your self and the mirror in front of you. No scars.

"You just gave birth to seven wolves, nothing extraordinary" Sirius said. You screamed. "What in the world! "

"I know it's hard to take in and baby daddy ain't awake yet, but look at them, they're so cute! I'm an uncle now! " Sirius said picking one up and holding it like a baby.

"Oh my Lord, remus" You said, looking to your left, remus was still asleep. "Oh my god! " You exclaimed.

You felt a sense of embarrassment coming through. Did you just have kids with the person you've had a crush since first year?

"Someone obliviate me" You said looking at remus once again. "Oh don't be dramatic, we love them already! " Sirius laughed.

Suddenly you heard a loud groan. "Morning" Remus said, looking at you. "Why are you looking at me like that, did I do something? "

"You absolutely did" Peter chimed along. "Well you got her pregnant and she gave birth to these litters in the span of one night" James said.

"What? " Remus said, making you feel worse. "I know, im sorry" You said, but quickly cut by Sirius shouting at madam pomfrey "can we keep them, pretty please! "

You felt numb that moment, barely hearing anything.

The next day you avoided them at all cost, well except for Sirius who spent time with you and your litters. He loves to play with them in his dog form.

Well as for Remus, be doesn't even bother talking to you at all, he just shrugs you off.

You took your lantern and rushed to go out, but when you turned, you almost screamed.

You went back to the restricted section. Finding a new book about lycanthropy.

You were shocked about what you found.

'Rumors says that, when two people suffering lycanthropy that loves each other, can mate as werewolves and have baby wolves that are highly intelligent. '

"Remus, what are you doing here? ", " What are You doing here? " Remus says in a different tone. He 'accidentally' reads the book. "Oh." He says.

"Remus, I know, I'm sorry, i- I've liked you since first year and I know you don't like me back, and just act like this never happened" You confessed, sounding defeated.

"Silly, the book says 'two people' not one" Remus says, taking a few step closer to you. "What are you saying Remus? "

"I'm saying that I like you, the way that you like me, or maybe I like you more"

You felt a sense of relief. "Can I kiss you, sweet heart? " He says receiving a hurried nod.

His lips were soft, you could smell his perfume, the kiss was gentle and loving, and not harsh.

"We wasted five years, love" He chuckled, taking your hand and leading you to the common room.

In his dorm, he cuddles with you and whispers cute things until you sleep.

The next day, you woke up to the sound of clicks. You felt something heavy on you.

In between you and Remus was three wolves and there was one on your pillow and the other three was on your legs.

And in front of you, were James, Sirius, and Peter taking a picture of you two.

Well you weren't worried about pictures, you were worried of your parents. You knew Remus couldn't take the litter, so you had to take it.

"Mom, dad, don't freak out" You said, opening the bag full of wolves. "What? " Your mom gasps, immediately grabbing one and swing it as if it was a baby.

"So, I have a friend, and uhm, he was a werewolf too, but the door between the two of us was open, and things happened and.. We have them now, and they're not just normal wolves they're smarter" You explained

"Who is this boy? " Your mother said. "Oh well he can't really go anywhere right now, but I have a few Polaroids of him" You said, opening your smaller bag.

You pointed at the pictures. "So that long haired boy is Sirius, he actually took care of them, and that boy with glasses is James, he's quite the prankster, and the blonde is Peter and the boy next to me is Remus"

You showed other pictures from over the years, and your father looked at them more and more. Your mother were way interested though. Finally you reached the most recent photo.

"And, uhm, that's me, and that's Remus and we-we didn't do anything like that as humans i-they slept on top of us, it was cute" You said

"Are you two dating? " Suddenly, a rush of nervousness came through you. "Uh.. I like him, and I know he likes me, but, we just haven't made anything official, yet"

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[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Idea #80: Harry Potter, but make it The Old Guard

I know what some of you may be thinking - haven't you done this crossover before? And you're right, I have. But shortly after posting that I realized I had missed a massive opportunity, because right there in the first book is the philosopher's stone, a magical object created by Nicholas Flamel that can grant the user eternal life.

So I thought: What if the sorcerer's stone was just a cover for The Old Guards' flavor of immortality? Or: What if The Old Guard intervened in Harry Potter's life following the destruction of the stone?

Bear with me:

The legend of the philosopher's stone arrises some time in the 12th century, when Nicky, needing a quick explanation for his immortality in a sticky situation, comes up with the idea. It's intended to be nothing more than a means of diverting attention while he makes a quick escape. He certainly never intends for it to turn into the subject of serious alchemical research for the next thousand years.

The Guard ends up running with the story, because it means they don't have to fake their deaths in the Wizarding World every couple of decades. Joe and Booker are particularly fond of raising the story to new and more ridiculous heights each time they use it - though this somewhat backfires in Joe's case, with the addition of Flamel's wife Perenelle to the myth.

Just imagine it:

Fast forward to summer 1991, when Dumbledore asks to borrow the stone for "research".

It's hard not to be suspicious, as the conceit needed to ask someone to turn over what is supposed to be a powerful and unique relic upon which the owners' lives rely is extraordinary - to say nothing of the fact that he's the headmaster of a school full of children and having such an object in a school is foolhardy at best. Even so, they hand over the fake stone they put together for just such occasions they're required to produce it, just see what Dumbledore is planning.

To say they are unhappy that he uses it as the MacGuffin at the end of an obstacle course designed to draw a genocidal Dark Lord into a school full of children would be an understatement.

The day after the wards they placed on the fake stone tell them it was destroyed, Nicky walks into the Great Hall during breakfast and makes a scene to rival all scenes, not the least because it involves a lot of confusion on how this completely unassuming man in muggle clothes found his way into Hogwarts without anybody knowing and then who proceeded to calmly and rationally accuse Dumbledore of child endangerment and willful negligence.

After the teachers get over the shock that the thousand-year-old "creator" of the stone 1) looks younger than most of them, 2) prefers to dress as a muggle, 3) is Italian, not French, and 4) prefers to go by Nicky these days, they're equally as angry at Dumbledore for daring to hide something that dangerous in a school - even if, "It was only a fake."

While that situation is bubbling over in the Great Hall, Andy and Booker investigate the - not yet dismantled - obstacle course and are even less impressed with Dumbledore than before.

Joe elects to check on the child who ended up in the hospital wing because of it - and becomes nearly incandescent with rage, because one doesn't need a thousand years' experience to realize the child in question has very clearly experienced significant physical and emotional abuse. That it's Harry Potter almost makes it worse, as it speaks of someone either being exceptionally negligent with regards to their responsibilities to such a famous child or else intentionally placing him in a position to be abused in order to utilize that fame for their own ends. Given the events with the stone, Joe is inclined to believe the latter.

It's not quite a kidnapping - Joe asks Harry if he'd like to get away from his abusers, even if he has to convince Harry that the events of his childhood count as abuse, - but it's equally clear that Joe has no intentions of allowing Harry to return to the Dursleys even if he'd said no.

Needless to say, the others are quite surprised when they return to their latest safe house and find Harry there, but quickly agree with the necessity after Joe explains the situation. (Andy has to be talked out of murdering Mr and Mrs Dursley. Harry's justice comes through the muggle courts.)

And so Harry is adopted by Joe and Nicky, with Booker initially reluctant to get too close after his experiences with his own children. (After some growing pains, Booker gets over himself and becomes a favorite uncle, coincidentally preventing the nonsense with Merrick that occurs in canon.)

HP canon continues apace, albeit with some adjustments:

Events of Second and Third Year are flipped, with Sirius escaping during the summer of 1992 after the papers announce Harry's "kidnapping" from Hogwarts. (Nevermind that if the Wizarding World checked with the muggles, they'd find all the adoption paperwork in order, if expedited.) Sirius' innocence is discovered at the end of the year - and when Snape ends up reflecting back Lockhart's oblivate when he tries to claim the capture of a dangerous escaped convict for himself, he earns momentary approbation throughout Hogwarts. Sirius is found innocent at his long delayed trial, but Joe and Nicky refuse to let him spend time unsupervised with Harry until he gets the medical treatment he so clearly needs.

Third year, Lucius Malfoy plants the diary in Ginny's school shopping somewhat by accident - he was aiming for Harry's school things, wanting to hurt Sirius by hurting his beloved godson, as Lucius had been using the Black accounts to grease palms and Sirius' freedom means that he now has quite a debt to repay before his embezzlement is discovered.

Now having some experience with trustworthy adults, Harry comes clean about hearing a voice in the walls when his parslemouth abilities are discovered during Lupin's rather more successful dueling club. Lupin realizes the monster must be a basilisk after that, and with some detective work eventually relieves Ginny of the diary before anyone is dragged into the chamber.

With Fourth Year comes the Triwizard Tournament, which not even "the great Nicholas Flamel" can get Harry out of, due to the binding nature of the magical contract. Though Dumbledore comes under international scrutiny for failing to ensure the safety of his students (eventually losing many of his non-British titles), this does little for Harry. The Guard takes up residence in the castle, helping him research and train, but events largely follow canon. Cedric dies, Voldemort returns, and no one believes it - not the least the wider Wizarding World, which largely believes Dumbledore spun a child's traumatic experience into a means of regaining the political clout he lost over the course of the year.

As Dumbledore is already losing political favor, Fudge doesn't waste Umbridge on the DADA position. Instead the real Alistair Moody takes up the position, which only highlights how obvious it should have been Crouch Jr was not Moody. Dumbledore loses further political clout when this leaks out, but when Voldemort makes a play for the Ministry at the end of the year he regains most of it. Harry is able to warn his parents of what was happening because of his visions, who in turn warn the Ministry in time for action to be taken - and if Dumbledore is disappointed Harry left the fighting to the adults, he hides it well.

Sixth Year largely follows canon, minus the Harry/Ginny subplot. And though Dumbledore encourages Harry to tell only his friends about the Horcruxes and "leave the poor Flamels out it", Harry does exactly the opposite.

This has interesting consequences for Harry's Seventh Year, as Voldemort is unable to gain a foothold in Hogwarts despite taking over the ministry. This is in large part because Joe and Nicky set up shop in Hogwarts, very obviously offering The Flamels' protection to any who need it, while Andy and Booker work in the background to track down and destroy all the horcuxes.

By the time Voldy makes a play for Hogwarts at the end of the year, they've destroyed all the horcruxes - save the one in Harry - without his knowledge. And when Joe takes down Voldy when he decides to torture Harry to force the surrender of the school? Well, the horcrux in Harry is too small and in too weak a state to keep the main piece tied to this plane of existence. Voldemort dies, Harry and the Flamels are hailed as heroes, and life in the Wizarding World returns to normal.

Harry goes on to lead a long and fulfilling life in the British Wizarding World. (He gains a dual mastery in education and DADA at a French magical university and ends up teaching DADA at Hogwarts for almost seventy years.) And though he keeps in contact with the Guard until his death, he never resents them for not sharing their immortality, having learned quite early on how little a blessing it really is.

Bonuses include: 1) Active, attentive, loving parents tempering Harry's recklessness and encouraging him to put more effort into his studies. This causes him to drift apart from Ron - though they remain friendly acquaintances - and closer to Hermione, Neville, and others outside his house. Harry and Hermione remain friends throughout Hogwarts, become each other's go-to plus ones for all social events afterwards, and eventually fall into a romantic relationship in their final year of university. They are the only ones that are surprised by this turn of events, with their various friends and family members having started betting on when they'd get together begining in Third Year; 2) Harry and Hermione turning their home into the first Wizarding foster home, raising a variety of Wizarding orphans as their own, and serving as a two-person lobbying group for modernized family law in the British Wizarding World. Though they are surprised by a pair of twin boys late in life - who they name James Sirius and Joseph Nicholas - they treat their biological children no different than the orphans they continue to take in; and 3) A running joke wherein the immortals call coffee The Elixir of Life.

And that is surprisingly more than I thought I'd have. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back if you do anything with it.

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#plot bunny #fic ideas #harry potter #the old guard #hp #tog #andromache the scythian #nicolo di genova #yusuf al kaysani #sebastian le livre #immortal husbands #immortality #yusuf x nicolo #found family #families of choice #wizarding world #wizarding society #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #albus dumbledore #voldemort #hermione granger #harry x hermione

[dramioneasks]

Novel Length Fics (> 200,000 words) (Part 6)

Title: False Pretenses Author: tasteoftheforbidden Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 31 Word Count: 273,454 Summary: The solicitor was convinced that the only way to salvage the Malfoy family name was marriage to a certain muggle-born witch. "Granger is one of the people who has witnessed every single negative aspect of my personality. The moment she sees me act decent, her defenses will shoot up. She'll know from her gut that something is wrong." Draco paused, twirling the glass of firewhiskey in his hand. "So… you're going to offer it to her? Like a deal?" Blaise was positively sure that the Malfoy heir had gone mental. What could he possibly present to his longtime mortal enemy to get her to agree? *A story that uses the most common tropes in Dramione fanfiction... Then changes how it's done.

Title: The Light is No Mystery Author: masterofinfinities Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 41 Word Count: 238,224 Summary: Defeating one man was simpler than ripping out the roots of a centuries-old belief system. For Hermione Granger, agreeing to work in the Mental Rehabilitation Center is the latest attempt at stitching her life back together. For Draco Malfoy, finishing his court-mandated rehab has just gotten a lot harder. Soon, Hermione and Draco find themselves in the middle of a storm of new politics, power struggles, and pureblood culture. But a growing connection between them might not only change the course of their lives, but also the future of the Wizarding World.

Title: On the Nature of Daylight Author: ikorous Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 27 Word Count: 234,689 Summary: Hermione Granger wanted to lose control. And Draco Malfoy wanted to take it. Takes place in HBP. Dark, possessive, smutty, and everything you want it to be. ;)

Title: Beautiful Incongruence Author: charlie_weasleys_gf Rating: T Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 38 Word Count: 26,188 Summary: “You are not an easy person to talk to, Granger.” “Well, you haven’t made the prospect of talking to you sound very exciting." Hermione Granger was ready for her third year at Hogwarts-that was, until it was interrupted by time turners and apologising assholes. In which Draco Malfoy apologises (a lot).

Title: Unseen Author: LittleSixx Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 77 Word Count: 308,454 Summary: Draco Malfoy never thought he deserved to be loved. He tore himself down bit by bit until there wasn't enough of him left to hate. (Or: How Draco Malfoy recovers from an eating disorder and falls in love along the way.)

Title: The Traitor Author: Carol2323 Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 40 Word Count: 276,105 Summary: Disaster has struck at the Battle of Hogwarts and their World is teetering on the edge of the Abyss. The Vortex sends Draco and Hermione back in time to their Sixth year to prevent the New Age of Voldemort. Much to their dismay, extraordinary Magic can sometimes have startling consequences. Body swap story. Good Draco Malfoy. Starts off dark but cheers up.

Title: The Iron Sky Author: HuntingHardyGirl, Minxchester Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 47 Word Count: 423,367 Summary: Harry Potter died on June 24, 1995, in the Little Hangleton graveyard where Lord Voldemort returned to physical form. As the Dark Lord intended, this guaranteed that nobody knew of his rebirth except for his followers. And Draco Malfoy. (This story is a retelling of books 5-7 with the basis that Harry died at the end of his fourth year. It is named after and heavily inspired by the song "The Iron Sky" by Sunrise Ave. This fic is now complete, and has a sequel coming!)

Title: From Wiltshire, With Love Author: MistressLynn Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, War Chapters: 86 Word Count: 355,109 Summary: Hermione convinces Draco to spy for the Order and she becomes his handler. But what are Draco’s true motivations? Hard to say when he’s still figuring that out himself. A story of reaching adulthood during war. … Draco cut her off before she repeated the question. “Granger, you may have my wand, but you’re not in control of the flow of information here. It’s not your life on the line.” Granger bristled at his assertion. “My life is on the line every day.” “So. Is. Mine.” He growled at her. “Give me my fucking wand and don’t be so bloody obvious when you contact me.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “I already told you I’d be more careful next time.” She better be. “One more thing.” “What, Malfoy?” she said impatiently, still angry that she hadn’t gotten the information she wanted. He pointed his finger at her so she would understand how important this was. “You need to learn Occlumency. If you’re captured, I’m dead.” She stared back at him defiantly. “We both are.” He couldn’t argue with that. She tossed his wand to the floor and Disapparated with a crack.

Title: Seek and Find Author: serpent_and_sage Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Hurt and Comfort Chapters: 40 Word Count: 205,273 Summary: Hermione Granger constructed a predictable life for herself following the war. However, she realizes that within the constraints of control there is no room for want. In an uncharacteristic move, she flees her life in London to visit Neville, who works as a gardener at the Zabini Estate in Italy. The Estate, now a wellness retreat for elderly witches and wizards, is also the refuge of three of her Slytherin classmates that she has not seen since the war. This is a story of overcoming assumptions, judgmental garden gnomes, flowers, and the quest for contentment.

Title: Stay Alive Author: peanutofthenight Rating: E Genre(s): Drama Chapters: 54 Word Count: 258,958 Summary: Draco Malfoy has a multitude of problems—his biggest one being his mother. Left with no other options, he turns to Master Potioneer: Hermione Granger. If she can't help, then no one can.

Title: Counting the Days Author: olivejuice28 Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Fluff Chapters: 102 Word Count: 465,465 Summary: The third and final installment of the "More Than A Thousand Words" series follows Draco and Hermione through another year of life. With weddings to plan, jobs to secure, and lots of decisions to make, they and their friends will be extremely busy in the months to come. Join them on the last leg of this journey as they chart a course for a future that has been a lifetime in the making. *While this can be read by itself, there are many references to the previous works all throughout, so it would truly be best to start at the beginning. :)*

Title: Love Conquers All Author: Fawkeswriter01 Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, War Chapters: 31 Word Count: 221,122 Summary: Love and Happiness were never part of Draco Malfoy's life before Voldemort's defeat. Now that he's been sentenced, not to Azkaban but rather to a summer at the Burrow, could they? And when Love and Happiness become the only thing that can save his mother, will he be able to hold onto them? Perhaps. But only with the help of Hermione Granger. Part 1 of Love Conquers All Series.

Title: Measure Of A Man Author: inadaze22 Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 42 Word Count: 615,841 Summary: To truly know someone is to differentiate between who they once were, who they are now, and who they're capable of being. Hermione realises the duality of one man as she rectifies what she knows of the past and begins to understand the pieces of who Draco Malfoy is now: a father, a son, and a man.

Title: Brand New World Chapter Author: NinaBinaBallerina Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 72 Word Count: 286,547 Summary: Draco Malfoy had the perfect plan: use Polyjuice to turn into the Weasel, infiltrate Gryffindor tower, and steal the memories implicating his father. But the Golden Girl had to ruin everything by kissing him. Now Draco's developed a strange addiction for bushy-haired know-it-all mudbloods, and nothing but the best will do.

Title: Falling Dark Author: scullymurphy Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Mystery Chapters: 33 Word Count: 254,864 Summary: It's a year after Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy parted in Italy. Voldemort is dead and Hermione is ready to start her eighth-year studies with Draco by her side. But when Draco finally arrives at Hogwarts, it's clear that things are very wrong. No one is talking, but Hermione will get to the truth-even if she breaks her own heart in the process. **Sequel to Bending Light**

#Length: 200k or more #favourite fics #classic fics #novel length

[moonlightdancer26]

Molly says that during the last war many people rushed to get married very young and have kids straight out of Hogwarts, so I actually wouldn't be surprised at all if Lily and James were some of these people. I think there's a big chance Harry was on purpose.

You do have a point, anon. But more context is needed.

This was what they had been talking about right before what Molly said:

"Mum hates her," said Ginny quietly.

"I do not hate her!" said Mrs. Weasley in a cross whisper. "I just think they've hurried into this engagement, that's all!"

"They've known each other a year," said Ron, who looked oddly groggy and was staring at the closed door.

"Well, that's not very long! I know why it's happened, of course. It's all this uncertainty with You-Know-Who coming back, people think they might be dead tomorrow, so they're rushing all sorts of decisions they'd normally take time over. It was the same last time he was powerful, people eloping left, right, and center. . . "

They had just been talking about Bill and Fleur’s engagement. Molly was still criticising them despite knowing why it’s happened.

There are some key points:

Bill was 26 and Fleur was 19 when they got engaged. James and Lily were 19/20 when they had Harry and got married.

Molly and Arthur didn’t have a big role in the first Wizarding War (despite being on the Order’s side) and mostly focused on having and raising their kids. James and Lily actively fought in the war and were soldiers, they had thrice defied Voldemort and were already on his idiots-on-the-light-side-I-gotta-kill list way before the Prophecy situation happened. It was extremely irresponsible—whether they had Harry accidentally or otherwise.

Molly still criticised those people who made those decisions despite saying she understood why. I think it’s fair if you don’t think Lily and Jincel’s decision consisted of extraordinary brainpower.

Having a baby during a war is much more understandable and responsible if you’re two civilians uninvolved in said war… but to have one when you’re soldiers who actively fight the other side???? It’s still completely irresponsible. Lily and James were being very reckless either way.

I think there's a big chance Harry was on purpose.

What makes you think that, anon? You do realise that James Pottah was the same man who snuck out with his Invisibility Cloak for “little excursions” just because he was frustrated at being stuck somewhere, despite the fact that it put his wife and his newborn baby in grave danger? And wasn’t he the same dude who, along with Sirius, used magic in front of Muggles and crashed muggle cars—basically risking the exposure of the Wizarding World just for fun? When he was a legal adult, might I add? Doesn’t that make you take a moment to think about his responsibility as a boyfriend/fiancé/husband/father? Lily seems at least a bit more decent when it comes to handling responsibilities so I won’t talk about her.

And, as I’ve already stated, either way, it was very careless of them.

I don’t mean to come off as rude, anon, I apologise if I have. Have a good day.

#anti jily #molly weasley #ask #asks #anti james potter #anti lily evans #?? #it’s more anti jily/anti james but whatever #anti lily evans potter #anon takedown #anti lily potter

[piyangg]

Witchcraft

House : Slytherin

Blood Status : Unsure

Wand(s) :

- 1st : dita wood, Sarimanok feather core, 10 inches. (her mother’s old wand)

- 2nd : maple wood, phoenix tail feather core, 13 1/2 inches.

Animagus Form : Painted Redstart

Patronus : (former) Minokawa

Boggart : The Kasadors

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Magical Abilities and Skills

- Tried learning occlumency but since her mind isn't the type to stay silent, she just mastered the arts of thinking a lot of things at once in order to block any attempts of reading her mind.

- She’s unable to cast spells well so these are her class skills disregarding spell casting abilities

Quidditch position : Beater (2nd-7th year)

Defense Against The Dark Arts : She listens and observes pretty well in the class, taking mental notes in what she could encounter in the future.

History of Magic : Absolute dogshit. If Rowan wasn't there to help her, she would've been much worst.

Transfiguration : She’s great with understanding it because professor McGonagall draws pictures.

Charms : She likes to draw in this class, since Professor Flitwick appreciates her sketches of him and her notes. She does get scolded for not paying attention especially since she needs it the most.

Potions : Doesn’t like Snape all that much but is proficient with Potions… it's similar to cooking, her main hobby.

Herbology: She’s knows a lot about plants and it's functions, but can't remember the names that well.

Astronomy : She likes how breezy the class is. Barely remembers the names of the constellations but she understands how it works and remembers the stories behind them.

Arithmancy: She despises the class, but works hard anyways, since it's one of the requirements of being a curse breaker.

Ancient Runes : She thinks its kinda fun, especially because the professor in that class makes it so.

Care of Magical Creatures : She has a lot of fun in this class, especially because Hagrid helps around now and then and she likes Hagrid.

Muggle Studies : Since she mostly grew up in the muggle world, this was an easy class. She thinks it's funny as hell how the ones who grew up in the wizarding world get stuff wrong about muggle things.

Divination: it was fun and curious at first, but the class quickly became boring to her.

Flying : She shone the best in this class, and looked forward to this class a lot.

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Legilimens : Mind reading magic. She's quite the powerful natural born legilimens.

Sinumagus : Pocket Magic. She's an adept sinumagus, an ability to cast magic like the extension charm but more freely and infinitely.

Animagus : Animal transformation magic. She can hold it for 50 minutes with a 7 hour cool down time.

Physical Abilities

- To make up for her jarring lack of spell casting abilities she’s extraordinary in physical prowess

Speed : 21 mph

Strength : She can lift 300 lbs.

Combat : Shes pretty skilled with physical combat, to the point where she can mainly use that against a spell caster.

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#character design #character sheet #hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm characters #hogwarts #harry potter #hphm mc #slytherin #jacob's sibling #reality shifting

[ratwhor]

Captivated

Chapter 1

Maggie

The halls of Ilvermorny were empty, students were home for summer break but in the next couple months they would be back in classes. The floors remained freshly polished, courtesy of the many Pukwudgies that worked and lived in the school. Maggie missed it, it had been a few years since she had attended the magical school. Now she was a young woman and a brilliant witch. She rounded a corner and up a flight of stairs.

She came to the next floor and quickly strides toward a familiar door. Turning the ivory handle she was greeted by a beautiful room. Shelves lined the walls filled with books with all kinds of secrets and magic. A big bay window on the far side was open, gold curtains fluttering in the summer breeze. On the other side was a massive oak desk, and there sat an older woman.

She wore red dress robes, a matching witch's hat laying on the desk. Her graying brown hair was piled into a neat bun on top of her hair. She looked up and greeted Maggie with a kind smile, her grey eyes sparkling. Her name was Melva Colibiri and she was the Headmistress of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizadry, the North American school of magic.

"Ms. Beaumont, it's lovely to see you again." She spoke softly. Her hand gestures towards the front of the desk. "Please come have a seat." A comfortable looking chair slides out of nowhere in front of the desk.

Maggie did so, settling comfortably into the chair. "Thank you ma'am." Her southern twang drawled. "I came here to see if you had heard from anyone yet?"

For the last couple of months Maggie had been searching for a job abroad. She had spent so long in America and Canada exploring the different kinds of No-Mag communities. No-Mags humans who weren't able to do magic, nor did many know about it, except for those who married into wizard families. Now she was ready to go overseas and work anywhere in the world that she could. She had been in touch with Melva, her former Headmistress in hopes she would have connections in other countries that could promise her opportunities.

Melva smiled reaching into a desk drawer and pulled out small envelope with a red seal stamped on it. "I had reached out to a few people I know, and I got a reply from one in particular I think would be just right for you."

She handed it over to Maggie who accepted it graciously. The seal was a very well known one, a crest with the letter H in the middle and surrounding it was a lion, a snake, a badger and a raven. Maggie's eyes widened, if couldn't be, one of the best schools of magic, Hogwarts. She tore it open pulling out the letter, excitement and nervousness raced through her. Her heart beating wildly as she read it.

Dear Ms. Beaumont,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. I must admit that it is with great pleasure and anticipation that I sit down to write this missive to you, extending an invitation that I believe will be of immense interest to you.

I have heard tremendous acclaim about your extraordinary knowledge and deep understanding of the Muggle world from your former Headmistress. It is rare to find individuals who possess such a interest in the workings of the Muggle society, and I find myself humbled by your expertise in this fascinating subject.

As you may be aware, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has long been renowned for its commitment to providing an education that both enriches and broadens the minds of young witches and wizards. One vital area of magical instruction that we hold dear is Muggle Studies - the exploration of the Muggle way of life, their customs, beliefs, and remarkable inventions.

It is with utmost delight that I extend an invitation to you to join our esteemed faculty as the Professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts. Your unique perspective and knowledge will undoubtedly enrich the education we provide to our students, fostering an understanding and respect for the Muggle world that goes far beyond what is typically taught.

The position comes with a generous remuneration package, access to our extensive resources, and the support of a dedicated staff who will ensure your smooth transition into this role. You will be joining a team of esteemed professors whose passion for teaching and nurturing minds is unparalleled.

I sincerely hope that you will accept this invitation, recognizing the immense value your expertise will bring to our school. You are undeniably one of the foremost authorities in the field of Muggle Studies, and we would be honored to have you as a member of our faculty.

Please inform us of your decision at your earliest convenience. Should you choose to accept, we will make the necessary arrangements to welcome you to Hogwarts and assist you with any queries or concerns you may have.

Thank you for considering this invitation, and I eagerly await your response. May your decision be guided by wisdom, and may the future present you with endless possibilities.

Yours sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Maggie beamed at the letter as she finished reading. She could hardly believe her eyes, the Albus Dumbledore was asking her to be a Professor. It was beyond anything she could hope for. Especially to teach a subject she was enamored with, No-Mags or as Dumbledore called, Muggles, were fascinating in how they lived and functioned without magic, why she couldn't imagine a life without it. Now she could teach young Witches and Wizards about everything she had learned and at such an amazing school such as Hogwarts.

"I feel so honored Headmistress. Little me teaching at Hogwarts as a professor!" Maggie's eyes brimmed with tears of happiness. "Goodness gracious I need to respond quickly."

Melva was already pulling out a quill and paper. "Well hop to it dear, Headmaster Dumbledore is waiting for your response."

"Thank you Headmistress, thank you. This means the absolute world to me."

She quickly wrote her response.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I wanted to express my deepest gratitude for your kind invitation to join the esteemed faculty at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is with great joy and excitement that I accept your offer.

Please accept my heartfelt thanks for believing in me and my abilities. I am eager to begin this new journey as a Professor at Hogwarts and dedicate myself to the education and well-being of the students.

Yours sincerely,

Margaret Beaumont

As she finished her letter and began to seal it, a large tawny owl flew in from the bay window and landed on a perch next to the desk. She handed the letter to the owl. "Please take this to Albus Dumbledore."

Clutching the letter in its beak the owl swooped out of the office.

Maggie turned back to Melva who nodded approvingly. "I wish you the best of luck on your journey, Professor Beaumont."

#severus snape #severus snape x oc #hogwarts oc #Hogwarts #harry potter

[magicalhideoutengineer]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but there seems to be a higher element of social, political and even racial sort of themes going on... You know Stuart was talking about, you know, there was a difference between the poor and the rich in the sets here and even like the wizards hiding from the muggles... can you talk about that?

YATES: In our world and New York at that time was like a champagne bottle about to sort of shake up and explode. It's a world of great extremes. And Newt is this wonderful character who has chosen to spend most of his time with his extraordinary creatures in his case 'cause he's not good at really talking to people or identifying. And his journey in this movie as he learns that it's actually all right to spend time with (laughing) regular people... And to sort of express your humanity through relationships rather than through your hobbies. And so, there are lots of lovely, interesting ideas bubbling away under the surface of this story and the script and the film. But it's ultimately in this big entertaining package. Jo's written a really entertaining script that cycles through drama, comedy, it's got a really lovely, rich, sort of feel to it.

I think one of things I'm most excited about from this is that the film is building on to the Harry Potter canon. So, I'm wondering if you could talk about working with Rowling and her script, and creating the story for this movie and potentially building it out and planning?

YATES: Yeah, I first read the script—gosh, it would've been the May 2014. And it was in its early stages—Jo's an extraordinary writer, she hasn't written a screenplay before so, for her this was a new experience. If you work with a traditional screenwriter you'll give the screenwriter notes on a draft, you'll spend three days, five days going through the script and you'll give lots of notes in that and the writer will go away and spend three months or six months re-writing. With Jo it's a sort of extraordinary process because she doesn't realize that's how it should work. So, you give Jo notes and then a week later you'll get a script. And I'll be like, whoa! Jo's just delivered a script—after a week. And what she'll do is she'll kind of riff off notes and she'll create a whole new series of things within that screenplay, which take us off in all sorts of different tangents.

So, she's like a sort of volcano of ideas. And the process was really paring down, tuning, finding ultimately the form that would best become a movie. And she's a really quick learner so, pretty much after several months of that process she kind of got the form really, really quickly. And realized that it was about paring down and simplifying, rather than adding absolute new sequences and new ideas all the time. And there were things that were created in this process that will be used next time for the next movie or maybe the movie beyond that. But I think in the process of writing it, she's already sort of working out what's coming next. She's already sort of planning what's coming next. Some of which she shared with us this week, in fact. She told us what the first act is for the next movie effectively. And so, she has things bubbling away in her head. But I don't think it's completely formed all the way through the arc. Where it may well be, she hasn't showed that. But she has certain things that are well established in her head that she's shared with us and some things, which I'm sure she's still figuring out.

#fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fbawtftinterview #david yates #newt scamander

[hoggleswart]

viiktorious  asked:      🧱    &    👪    &    🏆      for  justin.

how  would  you  describe  your  muses’  morality?  what  are  their  core  values?

justin  is  your  typical  lawful  good  character.  he  follows  the  rules,  he  believes  in  the  greater  good.  he’s  built  on  the  belief  that  the  world  can  be  a  better  place  if  everybody  just  held  each  other  in  high  value.  a  lot  of  his  core  values  stem  around  this,  making  him  loyal,  honest,  an  exceptionally  fair  team  player  and  above  all  else,  he  has  strong  integrity.  he’s  less  likely  to  stand  up  for  himself,  but  highly  likely  to  defend  a  friend  or  someone  he  cares  for.  it  isn’t  impossible  for  him  to  break  rules,  proven  by  joining  dumbledore’s  army,  but  it’s  usually  under  only  exceptional  circumstances  in  which  he  believes  the  necessity  outweighs  the  consequences.  in  some  elements, 

is  your  muse  multitalented?  what  are  their  hobbies,  and  why  did  they  pick  up  these  hobbies?  if  they  don’t  have  hobbies,  why  don’t  they?

justin  is  not  a  naturally  gifted  person  in  general.  he’s  clumsy,  he’s  unorganised.  he  still  accidentally  glues  his  fingers  together  if  trying  to  do  something  creative.  i  don’t  think  he  has  a  lot  of  impressive  talents  so  to  speak,  but  he  does  have  a  lot  of  hobbies  and  he  approaches  them  all  with  a  strong  enthusiasm  that  can  often  make  up  for  his  lack  of  precision.  these  hobbies  include,  but  aren’t  limited  to;    video  games,  skateboarding,  watching  documentaries,  anything  pokemon  related,  equally  anything  old  horror  -  related    /    even  if  it  gives  him  nightmares  after,  and  an  odd  one  to  finish,  pumpkin  -  carving.  no  other  art.  just  pumpkin  carving.  he  does  have  a  strong  talent  of  being  able  to  absorb    &    pick  apart  information,  however,  which  helps  him  greatly  in  running  his  true  crime  podcast.   

what  is  your  muse’s  relationship  with  their  parents  like?  was  it  always  this  way?

the  relationship  between  justin  and  his  parents  is  parts  complicated,  parts  simple.  ultimately,  at  the  end  of  it  all,  justin  adores  them    &    they  adore  their  boy.  he  was  an  only  child  and  a  surprise  one  at  that,  which  naturally  saw  him  become  the  apple  of  their  eye.  raised  by  muggles,  nobody  in  their  household  knew  about  the  wix  world  until  that  letter  came  through.  still,  discovering  their  child  was  a  wizard  was  never  the  real  issue  as  much  as  the  consequences  that  quickly  came  with  it.  he’s  barely  at  hogwarts  two  years  before  he’s  petrified;    an  incident  mr    &    mrs  finch  -  fletchley  can’t  ever  wrap  their  heads  around.  that’s  when  the  doubt  starts  to  sink  in    (    are  you  quite  sure  you  wouldn’t  be  happier  at  your  old  school,  dear?  there’s  still  a  place  waiting  for  you  at  eton  when  you’re  older.    )    and  in  turn,  that’s  when  justin  starts  to  lie.  he  covers  up  what  he  can.  opts  not  to  tell  his  parents  about  students  dying  in  tournaments  or  war  impending.  it  isn’t  because  they’re  not  close,  but  rather,  fear.  he  didn’t  want  to  be  ripped  from  this  extraordinary  world  he’d  discovered.  he  also  feared  the  more  they  knew,  the  more  at  risk  they’d  be.  keeping  them  in  the  dark  seemed  kinder.  to  this  day,  his  parents  are  still  relatively  unaware  of  the  horrors  they’ve  all  faced  during  that  second  wizarding  war.  any  friends  lucky  enough  to  meet  them  are  well  -  versed  in  what  they  can    &    can’t  talk  about  within  earshot.  he’s  truly  convinced  it’s  better  that  way  and  even  if  someone  could  change  his  mind  on  that,  he’s  been  lying  so  long  now,  he  doesn’t  fully  know  how  to  stop  without  imploding  their  entire  relationship. 

#𝐯𝐢. 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. ⸻ justin maximilian finch fletchley.

[quizlyco]

Buckle up, Muggles and magical beings alike, because it's time to embark on a whimsical journey through the enchanted halls of Hogwarts with the most extraordinary quiz of all time – the Harry Potter House Quiz! Yes, you heard it right, we've concocted a potion of questions so potent that even Professor Snape would raise an eyebrow in approval. Whether you're a seasoned wizard or a mere Squib, this quiz promises to unveil the mystical house at Hogwarts where you truly belong.

Now, before we dive headfirst into the world of floating candles and talking portraits, let's take a moment to appreciate the sheer brilliance of J.K. Rowling's creation – the wizarding wonderland that is Harry Potter. Just saying the words "Harry Potter" sends shivers down the spines of Potterheads worldwide, and if you've ever dreamt of receiving that acceptance letter from Hogwarts, your time has come. This isn't just any run-of-the-mill house quiz; it's the key to discovering your magical destiny within the hallowed walls of the castle.

In the spirit of mischief managed, let's not beat around the Whomping Willow – you're here for one reason, and one reason only: to determine which Hogwarts house is your ultimate sanctuary. But wait, don't apparate away just yet! We've sprinkled a touch of wizardry on this quiz, making it more spellbinding than a game of Quidditch. From the Gryffindor courage to the Ravenclaw wit, the Hufflepuff loyalty to the Slytherin cunning – your fate is about to be revealed.

Unveiling the Enigma: The Wizarding World Awaits

Now, as you embark on this magical journey, keep your wand at the ready and your incantations on the tip of your tongue. The first spell we're casting is the "harry potter house quiz" charm, ensuring that you, dear reader, are in for a treat like no other. Picture this: You're strolling down the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley, a sense of anticipation in the air. The fluttering of owl wings echoes in the distance, and suddenly, the Great Hall materializes before your eyes. The Sorting Hat awaits, poised to determine your destiny with the grace of a majestic hippogriff.

Decoding the Magical Alphabet Soup: HP House Quiz Extravaganza

As we venture deeper into the heart of this quiz, let's talk alphabet soup – the kind that swirls and twirls with the essence of HP magic. Yes, we're not talking about your mundane ABCs; we're diving headfirst into the world of HP house quiz acronyms. The letters G, R, H, and S are about to become the compass guiding you through the intricate labyrinth of your wizarding fate.

G: Gryffindor Glory or Gallivanting Gryffins?

Ah, Gryffindor, the house of courage, bravery, and the occasional bout of recklessness. If you find yourself yearning for the spotlight, craving daring adventures, and possessing a heart that beats with the rhythm of a lion's roar, Gryffindor might just be your haven. Forget the fear of the unknown – Gryffindor stands tall, ready to embrace every challenge with the ferocity of a Hungarian Horntail.

R: Ravenclaw's Riddles and Rapture

Are you the embodiment of wit, wisdom, and an insatiable thirst for knowledge? If the answer is a resounding yes, then Ravenclaw is where you'll find your intellectual soulmates. Picture a tower high above the clouds, where the air is thick with the musings of dreamers and the pursuit of excellence is a way of life. In Ravenclaw, it's not just about the journey; it's about the intricate dance of the mind.

H: Hufflepuff Harmony or Hasty Hufflepuffs?

Hufflepuff – the often underestimated house that's the epitome of loyalty, fairness, and an affinity for all things cozy. If your heart beats in sync with the rhythm of the earth, if you value friendship above all else, and if the idea of a never-ending feast brings tears of joy to your eyes, then Hufflepuff might just be your hidden gem. Loyalty isn't just a word here; it's a way of life.

S: Slytherin's Serpentine Sophistication

Now, let's talk about Slytherin, the house where cunning meets ambition, and the word "subtle" takes on a whole new meaning. If you possess a shrewd mind, an unquenchable thirst for success, and the finesse of a Parseltongue, then Slytherin is calling your name. Forget the stereotypes – Slytherin isn't just about dark arts and pure-blood mania; it's about navigating the intricate dance of power with elegance.

Navigating the Magical Maze: House Quiz Hurdles and Hilarity

As you traverse the virtual corridors of this quiz, be prepared for a rollercoaster of emotions – from the thrill of discovery to the amusement of uncovering which magical creature would be your pet. We won't spoil the surprises, but rest assured, the journey is as entertaining as a Weasley twins' prank.

The Inquisitive Pottermore Twist

Now, let's throw a curveball into the mix – Pottermore, the digital haven for all things Harry Potter. Think of it as the Marauder's Map for the digital age, guiding you through the nooks and crannies of J.K. Rowling's wizarding world. Pottermore doesn't just spill the beans on your house; it delves into the depths of your magical persona, revealing your Patronus, wand, and even your Ilvermorny house. It's the ultimate digital companion for any wizard or witch eager to explore the intricacies of their magical identity.

The Quizzical Quest for Your Hogwarts House

Back to the heart of the matter – the quiz itself. Picture it as the enchanted mirror of Erised, reflecting not your deepest desires but your truest self. The questions are designed with the finesse of a master duelist, weaving through the fabric of your personality and magical inclinations. From choosing your favorite magical creature to deciding the fate of a misplaced Remembrall, each query holds the key to unlocking the door to your Hogwarts home.

The Wizard's Dilemma: Choosing Your House

Now, as you inch closer to the climax of this magical saga, you might find yourself torn between the allure of Gryffindor's bravery and the subtle charm of Slytherin. The Sorting Hat might hesitate, but fear not – your destiny is written in the stars, or rather, in the enchanted code of this quiz.

The Hogwarts House Quiz Dilemma

Are you the kind of wizard who thrives in the limelight, leading the charge against the forces of darkness? If so, Gryffindor beckons, offering the thrill of adventure and the camaraderie of kindred spirits. Picture the common room adorned with crimson and gold, the fireplace crackling with the warmth of friendship, and the ghostly whispers of the courageous echoing through the tapestries.

The Art of Decoding: Ravenclaw's Riddles

Alternatively, if your mind is a labyrinth of riddles and your heart beats in sync with the pursuit of knowledge, Ravenclaw awaits. The common room perched high above the grounds is a sanctuary for the curious minds, where books are cherished, wisdom is revered, and the pursuit of truth is a never-ending journey. If you find solace in the company of thinkers and dreamers, Ravenclaw might be your celestial abode.

Hufflepuff's Hearth and Home

Perhaps you're the embodiment of kindness and loyalty, valuing the simple joys of life and the bonds of friendship. In that case, Hufflepuff extends its welcoming arms, offering a haven of warmth and camaraderie. Imagine a common room adorned with earthy tones, the aroma of freshly baked treats wafting through the air, and the laughter of friends echoing through the cozy space.

Slytherin's Subtle Seduction

On the flip side, if you navigate the intricate dance of power with finesse, if ambition courses through your veins, and if the allure of the cunning beckons, then Slytherin might be your destined domain. Picture the common room draped in shades of emerald and silver, the air thick with the whispers of ambition, and the shadows concealing secrets known only to the serpentine minds.

The Grand Revelation: Your House at Hogwarts Awaits

After navigating the magical maze of questions and facing the dilemmas of the Sorting Hat, the moment of truth has arrived. Your Hogwarts house awaits, shimmering with the promise of adventures, friendships, and the magic that only the wizarding world can offer. Will you find yourself surrounded by the bold and brave in Gryffindor, immersed in the intellectual musings of Ravenclaw, basking in the loyalty of Hufflepuff, or embracing the cunning charm of Slytherin?

The Wizarding Aftermath: Beyond the Sorting Hat

As you revel in the glory of discovering your Hogwarts house, remember that this quiz is just the tip of the Triwizard Tournament iceberg. Your journey in the wizarding world has only just begun, and there are countless magical experiences awaiting you. From exploring the Forbidden Forest to mastering the art of spellcasting, the wizarding world is a canvas waiting for your unique magical imprint.

The Post-Quiz Musings: Beyond the Houses

So, you've discovered your Hogwarts house – now what? Don't be too hasty to stow away your wand and close the book on this magical chapter. Dive deeper into the lore of Harry Potter, explore the intricacies of the magical creatures that inhabit the wizarding world, and unravel the mysteries that lie beyond the castle walls. Whether you're a seasoned wizard or a curious Muggle, there's always more magic to discover.

In Conclusion: The Magic Lives On

In the grand tapestry of the wizarding world, your Hogwarts house is but a thread, woven into the fabric of your magical identity. The Harry Potter House Quiz is not just a whimsical diversion; it's a portal to a realm where magic is real, friendships are everlasting, and adventures are boundless. So, dear wizard or witch, revel in the magic of this quiz, wear your house colors with pride, and let the enchantment of J.K. Rowling's creation continue to captivate your heart.

Now, go forth, explore the corridors of Hogwarts, and may your magical journey be filled with wonder, laughter, and the occasional Chocolate Frog mishap. After all, in the wizarding world, the magic never truly ends – it merely transforms into new and exciting chapters of your enchanting tale. Until next time, accio adventure!

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanart #hogwarts houses #wizarding world

[theenchantedecho]

Muggle Marvels: Unravelling the 'Sellotape' Mystery!

Muggle Inventions & Technology, Marauder's Era

Written by: Aurelia Flint

As we delve deeper into the realm of Muggle inventiveness, we often encounter devices that, in spite of their conspicuous lack of any magical spark, manage to grip our wizarding interest. Today, I draw your attention to a Muggle curiosity, a sticky curiosity at that, delightfully christened 'Sellotape'.

On an initial observation, Sellotape might not strike as an object of amazement – it's a spool of transparent, fragile material, which Muggles employ to repair their broken or damaged items, a clear counterpart to our Spell-O-Tape. The twist, however, is our magical finesse versus their... rather sticky situation! A jolly good anecdote, wouldn’t you say?

Yet, it's not my intent to belittle this Muggle innovation. While it may not twinkle with the charm of magic, it compensates with an extraordinary tenacity. Upon my trials, I discovered that once Sellotape is adhered, it becomes a loyal companion to the repaired object, unlike our Spell-O-Tape, which can sometimes abandon ship (who can forget the calamity with the McGuffin Marmalade jar? Fond memories!).

However, employing Sellotape does ask for a degree of physical labour that we, of the wizarding world, might find quite... entertaining. Shunning the elegance of a quick enchantment and a deft swish-and-flick, one is required to manually cut the tape and then apply pressure to it onto the distressed item. A rather hefty physical exercise, I must say!

What truly caught my eye about Sellotape is the cultural credence it holds in the Muggle society. It's the go-to solution in Muggle educational institutions, workplaces, residences, and has even become synonymous with expedient, provisional repairs - they've endearingly coined these as 'Sellotape solutions'!

The Sellotape's aesthetic, or more fittingly, the absence thereof, is quite the conversation piece. It's as clear as a fresh summer's day, for Merlin's sake! Where's the charm? The vibrant splash of colour? But then, at least it doesn’t obscure the view of whatever it’s diligently mending.

But let's not forget, our fascination with these Muggle creations isn’t just about admiring their peculiar non-magical resolutions. It's a deeper understanding and respect for their resourcefulness and grit, and the ingenious methods they've come up with to negotiate a world devoid of magic. It indeed speaks volumes about their inventive spirit, doesn't it?

So, a heartfelt ode to Sellotape - a humble, yet remarkably persistent Muggle marvel. To my wizarding comrades, should your Spell-O-Tape ever lose its magic touch, a strip of Sellotape might just be the perfect non-magical alternative!

#marauders era #The Enchanted Echo #harry potter world #harry potter writing #wizarding magazine #exploring harry potter #Aurelia Flint

[thxtandromedatonks]

It had still yet to hit him. That this witch laying asleep beside him was even interested in him. Sometimes he still felt that wizard whom had been put with her to help her pass Muggle Studies. Whom had spent many an evening within a coffee shop whilst she helped him study for his NEWT and OWL exams. Many a year had passed since they had even contemplated this. Their finals had been a rather extraordinary experience for although they had left the school previously to live their life the way they both wanted to, they had been invited back to the school to the Room of Requirement just to take their exams. Through a portrait within a lowly outskirts of Hogsmeade pub. One that he had been aware that she had used previously used for sneaking alcohol into the school for the infamous Slytherin poker games. Organised by his now wife and her friend.

Over the years she had now become friendly with the landlord, rather than manipulating him to help her smuggle in Firewhiskey and wine. Back then she wouldn't have even contemplated knowing his name. Nowadays she not only knew his, but had met his family. Knew of the family. Had been instrumental at one point in persuading his brother to apply for the position of Headmaster at the school. He loved watching her take part in all of that. But all that had become tainted due to her family connection. It saddened him that there were wizarding folk who couldn't see the good in her like that he did. That they saw what her elder sister could do and expected that of her. Of she had some sort of treacherous and dangerous grip that could see her betray him. He was sure as anything that she dare not.

From what he knew of the situation she had between herself and her Father when he was made aware of the wizard she was in love with. From what he knew of that he knew that that was a situation she wouldn't have thought through lightly. But now her parents were now his in laws. Her sisters now related to him by marriage. A cold shiver ran over him whenever he thought about the prospect of ever being near then knowing all were aware of this. It was a subject that him and his new wife had talked through also, knowing the type of family he would be marrying in to. They ahd spoken about his family situation also which was going to be far less complicated!

He hadn't seen his family for many a year. They had disowned him the day that he recieved his Owl informing him of his impending school. It had angered them no end for they had spent far too much time of the previous years getting him ready for a school that he knew would not benefit him in any way whatsoever. He only went along with it just to please them. In many ways he understood her childhood for his wasn't too dissimilar in some ways. Always pleasing their parents and not following their own path. The owl became his way out of a situation he didn't wnat to be in. It was a few days after, and only when his head had stopped feeling overwhelmed with what his path had now become, that he had kind of met his future wife.

Sometimes he wasn't quite sure if he had ever properly dealt with that overwhelming feeling because there was always something new for him to encounter that was so far different from the life he had grown up knowing before he turned 11. Not long after the first disappearances were being reported in the Prophet did he become interested in the official missing lists that the Muggle world sometimes produced. His parents were upon that list. It was 7 years since he had any contact with them, or had even wanted to be aware of them. Seeing their names upon the list, he knew what had really happened and although the main feeling was guilt he knew they were no longer part of his life, and hadn't even made an attempt to get to know him and who he was.

He'd tried. He'd walked the street a few times within the school holidays. He'd sat upon the bench opposite his childhood home, never wanting the courage to get any nearer. There was always ablack dog nearby for a weird kind of comfort. Sometimes the dog came and lay on the floor by his feet. To which he wouldn't notice that often. He knew whom it was. His wifes' cousin. He'd got talking to him about a year before he had been introduced a bit too awkwardly to her. He'd been sceptical of Purebloods since someone had sat down with him and explained what the heirarchy within the wizarding world was. So therefore he had been sceptical of her cousin. That however vanished when he realised that this indeed was no ordinary Pureblood. That going against the grain was something that did happen within that family, although rarely talked about.

It had escaped him it had. The realisation that his wife was stirring from her sleep, right in front of him. He had been lost in the thoughts of how far they had come as a couple, how stronger they were, and how much he loved her, how grateful he was for her. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. She smiled brightly as he pushed the hair away from her face. Carefully lying back down beside her so that she didn't have to sleepily pull herself up to take in his presence in front of her. She groggily moved her hand just to run her hand through his hair that he had yet to run a brush through. His smile brightened her day no matter how she felt. She just wanted to be near him and so she propped herself up just to make sure he knew that she had his attention. She knew better than to ask him what was up before they had had their morning coffee.

"Morning Mrs Tonks" He whispered to her as she positioned herself laying her head upon his chest, looking up at him, lost in his eyes.

"Morning dearest husband of mine." She whispered as he caught her gaze and found himself just as transfixed. "I doubt highly I will ever get fed up of saying that of a morning."

"I know I wouldn't get tired of hearing it, my dearest wife. My most beautiful wife. Love of my life." He smiled as he took in her words with as much happiness as he found himself being able to muster.

"I'm quite sure you won't! Love of my life." She sighed happily as she ran her finger down the side of his face. "Disapparating today I hear."

"Get yourself dressed and sorted out. It's all packed. Just waiting for you to get up and have your coffee."

"Quite rightly too!"

He loved her directness. How she smiled. How she could put up with the flaws that he felt he had sometimes. His insecurities. His moments of not feeling like he belonged. But this marriage to him was something else. It meant so much more than just wanting to spend the rest of his life with her. He may not have felt like he belonged before but he definitely did now. She knew it as well. She was alright with it because she had the same insecurities about not feeling like she belonged. They'd spoken this about a year after living together. It had surprised him but he got it. He got it, knowing how different her life was now that they were creating a home together. Starting a new chapter of their lives. And being married felt the same. Just a continuation of their life together.

[joonkorre]

@drarrymicrofic prompt: remake

not gonna say much on this. yall should find out what's going on yourselves :D. ao3

“What do you think, Mr. Malfoy?”

Draco doesn’t need to think; he’s done enough of that in the past two months, since the day he opened his front door to see the strange woman’s sharp smile. But he thinks anyway, one last time before he answers.

He’d have to leave the wizarding world behind. Of course, it doesn’t have to be that drastic. However, if he doesn’t want his frequent disappearances to catch the Ministry’s attention, then it’s best to withdraw into the Muggle world altogether, as far from its control as possible. Mother has Aunt Andy, Teddy, and friends from her book club now, she’ll be fine with him visiting only a few days each year.

Other than that, there are no downsides. He has nothing to lose except maybe his life somewhere down the line, but everybody dies at some point, don’t they?

He lifts his gaze to the buzzing light on the ceiling, its shine cold and apathetic. To the mahogany bookcase, filled with tomes upon tomes full of ancient rites and rituals, of creatures considered ‘cryptid’ even to wizardkind. To the bookend that is shaped like a crow, which flaps its wings when its beak is tapped five times, unlocking the hidden safe behind the bookcase. The safe that stores all the actual research and data he’s collected, jealously and fearfully hoarded.

He doesn’t know everything, but he knows enough. He knows enough to be aware that the lore Pansy snorted at when he first mentioned them, the creatures Mother dismissed as another of her bored rich son’s new obsessions, are the same ones Unspeakable Granger narrowed her eyes at when she walked past his table in the canteen and caught a glimpse of his notes. He had a feeling then that he shouldn’t even make any indication that he was interested in these things, which was proven to be correct when Ministry personnel started loitering outside his office more after that day.

He doesn’t know everything, but he knows his findings are not safe in anyone’s hands but his. The Ministry still repeats its tendency to care more about itself than the common people. The Department of Mystery, practically its own entity due to how even the Minister is forbidden from accessing most of its files, has motivations he can’t comprehend, which means motivations he can’t predict. There is no way to know if his colleagues are truly interested in “that old wife’s tale, that Bigfoot, Cthulhu shite Malfoy’s into” or will report him to those who know how to deal with him, to Unspeakable Granger, to the Department of Mysteries. His findings are not safe in anyone’s hand but his.

But if he says ‘yes,’ they are.

Draco dips his quill in the ink bottle the woman—“Dr. Stewart,” she’s introduced, calm and sure—provided him and signs his name on the contract and its related documents. No hint of anything other than indifference is shown on her face, and he wonders how many others before him has she recruited.

Once his thumbprint has been collected, the last step of the process, he Vanishes the ink on his finger. Dr. Stewart raises a brow but says nothing more. She stands up, holding out a hand.

“Welcome, Dr. Malfoy. The SCP Foundation is glad to have you with us.”

Shaking her hand, Draco feels something slide into place at his new title. He smiles politely, heart thundering in his chest.

“Have you worked with wizards before, Dr. Stewart?” Draco asks as he starts packing the valuables at his work desk into his briefcase. Dr. Steward has come to the Ministry by Floo, and though she seemed a bit disconcerted after stepping out of the Ministry Public Floo #13, she didn’t hesitate to follow him to his office. Thus, seeing her reaction to a simple Vanishing spell has certainly been a bit strange.

Dr. Steward gathers the documents to secure in a folder.

“My colleagues have—some of them have Muggleborn and Halfblood relatives—but not me personally,” she answers. “My apologies, I still need to get used to seeing magic in… this way. Ironically, we have more luck with magic users from other dimensions than from our own, especially with what happened in recent history.”

The Second Wizarding War ended barely a decade ago. Its victims, both people and nature, still bleed. “I can see why you aren’t very keen on interacting with us up-close these days,” Draco nods, careful.

“Precisely,” Dr. Stewart says. “So, believe it when I say you’re the exception.”

Draco stiffens. “Thank you. I’m sorry, it’s still a bit hard to, ah, believe that.”

“You are the exception,” she says. “We need professionals in the occult, especially those who dabbled in the Dark Arts along with other types of magic. Not many wizards of your kind in Great Britain remember the Original Gods and Old Magic, but you have that link, whether it be through honest religious belief or just intensive research.”

She crosses her legs. “We’ve had our eyes on you for a while, Dr. Malfoy. We need someone who’s willing to look for the oddity in the mundane, and when our people heard rumours of the infamous Malfoy heir having a—highly accurate, by the way—fixation on conspiracy theories and cryptozoology, visiting various parts of the world in pursuit of those ‘tall tales,’ we knew we need your intellect.”

Draco doesn’t quite know what to say. He was sure everybody thought him unhinged; even Luna seemed off around him these days instead of enthusiastically rallying after his theories like she usually would, gradually gravitating toward Granger whenever they’re in the same room.

“Our goals are different; the SCP Foundation wants to keep humanity safe and alive, you want knowledge and just knowledge. But I hope you find yourself in your element while working with us, finally having access to all the information you’ve been working so hard to find out.”

She tilts her head just so, and Draco can tell she knows he likes what he’s hearing. His thirst consumes him, makes him risk, makes him sin. He has to go insane to stay sane. Despite the small price of most likely dying from working with dangerous anomalies at the Foundation no matter how pretty Dr. Stewart advertises it, every cell in his body sings at the chance to know what is lurking beyond the folds of reality.

He thinks of Mother, of Aunt Andy, of little Teddy, of Pansy, of Blaise. The vision of them killed, maimed, snapped from existence because he didn’t do anything to help makes his gut twist, his throat parched. He’d kill himself from the guilt, a well-casted Sectumsempra. He decides.

His goal is no different than the Foundation’s from now on, and he has no qualms about that. With this opportunity, he is free at last, free to do the work he knows is important, to help and change without outside interference.

He is reborn.

Draco’s back straightens, and he moves his wand this way and that, orchestrating a cacophony of tomes and devices to levitate from the heavy bookshelves to the duffle bag he brought along.

“Dr. Malfoy, did I not tell you where you’ll be stationed?”

Draco halts the objects’ action mid-air, staring at Dr. Stewart.

“I was under the impression that I am to be working at Site-91,” he says, “in Yorkshire?”

“As I thought, I forgot something,” Dr. Stewart sighs, the first sign of human imperfection leaking through. She searches through her briefcase, long nails clicking through the files. “Sit down, please, and there’s no need to pack up your belongings.”

Sending the objects back to their original places, Draco takes his seat, brows furrowed. He toys with his wand, a tick he hasn’t been able to be rid of ever since Potter’s returned his wand after years of what seemed to be perpetual emptiness without it.

“There we go,” Dr. Stewart says and flips open a thick, stapled stack of paper. “You are to stay here for the duration of your first assignment. Count yourself lucky, starting work right away.”

“Stay here? But—”

“There is an anomalous individual working here,” she says, hard lines etched on her face. “You will act like you’ve not changed your career and continue to ‘work’ in the Ministry. Because of your proximity, we expect you to gather as much information as possible about him. You can use any method, as long as you stay alive and well to report back to us and receive your salary. Not to worry, we will assist you as this individual is, like most of what we deal with, deadly when pushed.”

She slides the file toward him and settles back against her chair. Draco is admittedly no less surprised than before.

“Wake up and get ready by 6 AM this Saturday, for we’ll come to get you at your house and go to Site-91. There are other information and protocols you need to know, and you’ll also get the equipment suited for this assignment,” Dr. Stewart adds.

Draco has a few questions, but from the way she ends with a close-mouthed smile, he reckons any at all would be regarded as idiotic. Well, at least she told him something.

With a slight sigh, he opens the file. The peculiar layouts and code words fly past him—he’d have to ask for a manual of some kind, Muggle science-y terminology has never been his best suit. However.

“What,” he breathes, leaning close to the file, eyes wide, “what is he—what is—”

However, there are two words he can’t mistake, no matter how sleep-deprived he is or how blind. A name, in fact.

“What is Harry Potter doing in this file?”

“Isn't it obvious?” Dr. Stewart asks, lacing her fingers on her lap. “Think. His lifelong exposure with the Dark Arts and artifacts, how volatile and explosive his power is, and most importantly, how dangerous he is even to the brightest magic users. There’s a reason why we don’t meddle with your kind. You already have the means available to contain certain anomalies, but Potter is different, and we have to step in this time.”

Draco stares at her, then at the name in the file, at the picture attached, slack-jawed.

“The oddity in the mundane, Dr. Malfoy,” Dr. Stewart leans forward, a knowing look on her face. Draco's legs feel like wooden trunks, sunken into the ground. "Get used to it, and get focused. Because if left unchecked, Harry Potter might very well get powerful enough to become a reality bender."

#drarrymicrofic #prompt: remake #harry potter #draco malfoy #scp au #scp foundation #i've been binging scp content in the past week and i think i know enough to write a short fic #i've always liked the trope of draco being in the muggle world #but what if that muggle world is just as extraordinary as the wizarding world? #where do the boundaries between the two get blurred in the scp universe? #kinda realized my kink for leaving a lot of unanswered questions in my work #ever since i got into the scp universe it's not difficult for me to conclude that harry would be considered an anomaly #and draco being a researcher at the foundation gets me giddy #draco being an academic of any kind gets me giddy #joonkorre writes

[kenzies-love-stories]

Part of your world(Fred Weasley X muggle! reader)

type: Fluff 

Requested By: Anonymous 

Date Posted: October 20 2021

Word count: 946

Y/n Pov

Fred and I’s paths had crossed in a very unusual fashion. Fred comes from a completely different type of world that I couldn’t even imagining existing. It is very different then the one I knew my whole life. Fred is a wizard with extraordinary magical abilities while I am just a mere human or muggle as Fred had informed me once. 

*Flashback*

I remember the day so clearly that I think I will never forget it. I was in London to visit one of my friends; when I heard a loud pop and a yell. Concerned I run in to an alleyway which was the source of both of the noises. “Are you Alright Sir.” I ask stopping in front of a man with fire red hair.

He looks up confused “Dammit George, Did you see another man who looks identical to me anywhere?”

“No I have not, I am sorry sir.” 

I watch him pat down his pockets confused, “Uh oh, no, no, no, no, not good; say lass you haven’t seen my wand anywhere have you?” 

“Wand? Sir are you sure you didn’t hit your head?” I ask in confusion as I start to help him up.

“where am I exactly?” He asks confused

“You are in London Sir.” 

“O-okay, um, Well, My name is Fred. What is yours.” he asks putting his hand out for me.

“Y/n, It is very nice to meet you Fred.” I say going to shake his only to be shocked when he gently raises my hand to kiss the back of it gently, “It is a pleasure to meet you.” 

*End of Flashback*

“My love your favorite person is here!” I hear Fred yell after hearing the signature ‘pop’ that I have grown to love.

“Fred, I missed you Love!” I exclaim as I run in to the living room where I assumed he was.

I take a moment to watch as Fred looks around my living room in what appears to be awe. I pull him in to a big hug, “ I know it is nothing special.” 

“What are you talking about love, I love your apartment, it is so different from my home!” 

“Really?” I ask as we pull apart so I can walk him through my home, as this is the first time he has seen it. 

“Yeah I mean nothing moves by itself, nothing talks, you have different activities  then we do and it is just all around very cozy feeling.” 

“Well I am glad that you like it Dear.” I say before pulling Fred in to a quick kiss. 

“One of these days I will take you home with me to meet my family. My mom would just adore you, I know it.” 

“Sounds like fun to me!  I would love to meet you’re family that I have heard so much about.”  I say while filling a kettle with water.

 “would you like some tea Fred?” I ask putting the kettle on the stove and turning on the burner. 

“Yes please, what kinds do you have?” he asks coming to stand behind me putting his head on my shoulder. 

With a smile I reach next to me and pull out the big sliding cabinet, “This is my tea stash, um you should be able to find something to tickle your fancy.” 

He looks down in amazement at all the tea I have in my collection, “what are you going to be drinking Dear?”

“Um Probably Earl Grey, it is one of my favorites.” I say reaching in and grabbing one of the wrapped packages from the box.

“I will also have that too then, Can you make mine exactly how you are making yours.” 

“yeah I can, um can you please grab to mugs out of the cabinet by the sink?’ I ask as the kettle starts to whistle. when I turn around Fred had placed two mugs in front of me. I carefully put the tea bags in, then pour the water on top of them letting them steeped covered. I then add a bit of sugar to them and take the tea bags out placing them on a plate to dry before I throw them away. 

 I hand Fred his cup as we walk to the living room “Now why don’t we watch a movie.” Fred asks sitting us both down on the couch with a controller in his hand.

“Do you need help with that?” I ask as I watch him struggle to figure out the tv remote.

“No.” I watch him struggle a bit more before he sighs in defeat, “Yes please.” He hands me the controller.

I giggle before I show him how to use it, “First you have to turn the Tv on, then press this button to bring up the menu, now we can chose a streaming platform, I only have Hulu at the moment so we have to find something on there.” I say before clicking the icon.

“Here you can pick the movie.” I say passing the Controller back to Fred. 

I see him go through the movies reading the summary of each one before he stops on the Princess Bride. “This is one of my favorite movies Fred.” I tell him with a smile as he presses play cuddling me into his side.

“Love please remind me to thank George.” He says as he kisses the top of my head sweetly.

“Thank him for what?” I ask 

“Well if it wasn’t for his idiocy I would have never got to meet you. At this point I don’t want to lose you.”

“I love you Fred.” 

“I love you to y/n/n.”

#fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagines #harry potter scenarios #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #fred weasley x muggle!reader

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hi dears 💖, I wanted to write something odd and so this is what I conjured up with. I would love to write an x reader series with this man, let me know if that’s something I should do.

Lucius malfoy x dreamy reader💭🐍

Dreams 💭

Love…how utterly foolish, I wouldn’t be surprised if the word was created by some bored mud blood. If someone asked me “If I’ve ever been in love” I would’ve sneered at the idea in disgust, or perhaps laugh at the thought. I keep myself in the upmost earnest respect I can, avoiding muggles and mud bloods who wish to communicate with me. I was strict and cold for a reason, my father used to tell me stories of those filthy mud bloods, they were trying to take over the wizarding world.

If you even think about crossing me, you’ll regret the day you ever did, a man like me holds no regrets. Well slightly, I had one that lingered on my mind, you see when attraction hits you. You no longer feel alone, you feel more warmer towards a person. I do regret ruining a girls life, she was normal and no, there was nothing wrong with her.

I was walking through the streets of diagon ally, I was bored out of my mind honestly. I hoped that the Weasleys or that foolish boy potter hadn’t showed up. I trailed down further through an empty ally way until my eyes laid upon a woman, she seemed to be alone. What caught me off guard was how innocent she seemed, dreaming off into space without a care in the world. Personally, she seemed to have come straight out of St mungo’s.

I was locked in fascination, her eyes, her hair, her legs-. Well you know the rest I didn’t want to pry in her business, whatever it was. I was interested in knowing the young girl, I walked up to her hoisting my wand beneath her chin. “Dear oh dear, dreaming off into space are we” I sneered at her, “I, sorry” she whispered. My lip twitched at the girls confused manner “don’t be sorry, your clearly in my way”. “oh, sor-“ I cut her off “My word that seems to be your favourite thing to say”.

“What’s your name” I raised an eyebrow “y/n” she muttered. “y/n what an extraordinary name” I held my wand to her chin “Miss y/n, I wonder what’s your blood status”. “Half-blood” I wasn’t surprised if she were pure, it would’ve been much different. “Well, well, a mixture of mud bloods and blood traitors” I expected fear to rise out of the young thing however she said something completely outrageous.

“Beautiful” y/n muttered, “w-what, what in merlin did you say” I raised an eyebrow confused “Your wand it’s beautiful” I leaned in close to the girl “yes but something your filthy hands can’t touch”. I leaned in closer.

Y/n was so close, I was so close, how can anyone be this close.

Now I must say before meeting miss y/n I was cruel and certainly would never bow before anyone. I was in a state of shock at my reaction towards the girl, I wouldn’t let her go of course. I needed to know more of her even if I kill her.

“What do you fear in life miss y/n” my sly voice slurred “I fear spiders and heights” She responded so casually, it’s as though she were immune to me. I wanted to show her fear, oh all the fear tucked away in her head. “You should fear me, I mean dear girl I have a reputation” my hand trailed her soft cheek. I leaned in further as she was shallowed in fear and curiosity, her body was so close to mine. “You should be afraid of me” my lips touched the young woman; she was so soft.

I left with no hesitation of the young thing on my mind, of course I had no hesitation to write the woman a letter. Perhaps I might just see her again.

The young doe eyed dreamer.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta 💫

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