Cedric Diggory x Slytherin! Reader | Sirius Black x Daughter! Reader
Summary: You and Cedric have been Best Friends from enemy houses since second year, when you accidentally met him in the restroom (Or lavatory for you brits out there😉). Now it's your sixth year at Hogwarts. The Triwizard tournament is here and your friend is excited to enter.
Requested by @linetaylorsversion: “Hello!
You could make an imagine where Y/N is Sirius Black's daughter and had an almost romance with Cedric, they liked each other but never had the courage to say they were in love, and then Cedric ended up dying in the tournament and she felt guilty for never having said she loved him. Sirius managed to prove his innocence so he was at school to watch the final of the tournament and saw everything.
After this traumatic event she began to terrible nightmares, being more attached to her father, protecting her friends (especially Hermione on account of the Death Eaters) and she saves Sirius from Bellatrix and ends up being hit by a Cruciatus (but she stays well after) and the rest you can do with your imagination.
Thank you!”
A/N: I struggled hard to write this request as an imagine. A lot of rough drafts went into this. And then my laptop broke and all I had was my phone, which was… a struggle 😑😫. But maybe the mini series was its calling, because it’s going.
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Chapter 1: Hoggy Warty Hogwarts
Chapter 2: “Is It Bad To Say No?”
Chapter 3: The Chosen… 2?
Chapter 4: Dragons?
Chapter 5: An Unexpected Surprise
Chapter 6: Fish Out Of Water
Chapter 7: A Maze To The End
*Chapters 8-10 will base in the Order of the phoenix. The aftermath of Cedric’s death.*
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For the prompts: "you think i didn't notice the voice change? you totally like them." Jily pleaaaaase 🫶🏼
this prompt is canonically the epitome of jily, so I HAD to write it! thank you for sending it in, Kelsey!
fanged geraniums
Herbology wasn’t James’s favourite subject, but it was a close second after Transfiguration. Contrary to popular belief, James actually liked learning. It was just the stuffy lectures he couldn’t stand.
Hence History of Magic was a drag, Arithmancy a bore, and Divination not even worth mentioning. Defence Against the Dark Arts could be fun when Hogwarts was blessed with a half-decent professor, but unfortunately, this year’s Professor Fungbury was not that. He shouted at his fifth-year Gryffindors more often than he taught them.
Which left Transfiguration, Potions, and Herbology. Transfiguration was, of course, his favourite. Especially now that he and his mates had managed their Animagus transformations, McGonagall’s advanced theory and practical demonstrations captured his attention in most classes.
James should have liked Potions. His father’s genes — the same genes that concocted a bestselling million-Galleon hair potion — helped him get by, but something about staring at a boiling cauldron and waiting for it to turn pink bored him endlessly.
Herbology, on the other hand, was as hands-on as Potions and as involved as Transfiguration. James thought of it as the best of both worlds.
Professor Sprout had spent the afternoon’s lesson on Fanged Geraniums hovering beside the table James and Sirius shared, the poor woman. He truly couldn’t blame her; she had been on edge ever since the disaster they caused with the Mandrakes.
Today, however, James had no intentions of causing chaos. James had other things on his mind.
The table in front of theirs was occupied by fellow Gryffindors Lily Evans and Mary Macdonald, chatting away as they watered their Geraniums. James considered Mary Macdonald his friend, however passive their friendship might be.
But Evans? Well... they weren’t enemies, but they weren’t exactly friends either. She could be quite the stickler for the rules, especially now that she was a Prefect. James Potter, Marauder extraordinaire, found her new status supremely irritating. Besides, she was friends with James’s mortal enemy, Severus Snape. He had never been able to comprehend why a witch of her talent with plenty of willing Gryffindors to befriend would associate with Snivellus.
As if on cue, Evans turned around in her seat to fix James with a pointed stare. “Potter, you’ve been silent for too long. What nonsense are you cooking up now?”
James raised a single eyebrow. He had discovered the talent of arching his right brow (the left one was still holding out on him) over the summer and subsequently abused it every chance he got.
“Ah, Evans, me? I’ll have you know I’m a model Herbology student!” He found himself leaning forward on his elbows and grinning at the girls, his voice dipping in timbre.
Evans snorted. “Do model Herbology students usually Charm Mandrakes into singing the Hogwarts school song?”
James’s grin grew wider and he simply shrugged. “Maybe model Herbology students have a deep sense of school spirit.”
She fixed him with an unimpressed look. “Ah, of course. Because you’re such a big fan of ‘Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts.’” She recited the first line of the song in a mocking sing-song voice.
“Of course I am,” James said immediately. “I could sing it in my sleep.”
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry welcomes you back for the school year 2022-2023!
Red is for N.E.W.T’s and Quidditch matches, it’s for reveling in the peace that rain offers, the calm before the storm. Blue is for sleepless nights in the library, tarot cards and Divination classes that warn of doom lurking just around the corner. Yellow is for tea that’s gone cold, times passed, the sun that refuses to shine. Finally, green is for choices, ancient dark magic, ancestors and life repeating itself thrice.
🪄 An event that will run for the entirety of winter.
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GRYFFINDOR: “do what is right”
🧹 bang chan | seo changbin. ( moodboard )
RAVENCLAW: “do what is wise”
🔮 kim seungmin | han jisung. ( moodboard )
HUFFLEPUFF: “do what is kind”
🫖 lee felix | yang jeongin. ( moodboard )
SLYTHERIN: “do what is necessary”
🌑 lee minho | hwang hyunjin. ( moodboard )
🎶 ‘Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, teach us something please…’
The Hogwarts Express leaves today, and so this month’s theme is inspired by its destination…
Hoggy Warty Hogwarts
This theme is open to your interpretation. Anyone is welcome to contribute work, and all kinds of creations are welcomed. Work does need to be appropriately tagged and have this blog tagged. All posts added before the end of the month will be added to the 12 Months of Magic Masterlist.
The following HP fests are happening on Dreamwidth (DW) and/or Livejournal (LJ). Most of them are posting on AO3.
HP Halloween 2023 (LJ): A Hallowe'en/autumn themed double drabble exchange. 200 words. You can post treats even if you haven't signed up. See here for the wishlists. Works due on October 25. Reveals happening on AO3 on October 31.
Snapecase 2024: Severus centric anonymous fest on LJ. Write a fic or create art featuring Severus in the age range of your choice. Sign-up is currently open. Works due on November 30.
Harry Potter Kink Meme Round 2: Kink centric prompt meme on DW. Open to all medium. Anon posting allowed. DW account not required. Has both an anon and a non-anon AO3 collection. Runs from October 16 to December 31. You can also post fills for round 1 prompts.
Hoggy Warty Xmas: A LJ Christmas festival focusing on Hogwarts staff and older characters within the book series. See here for the character list. Will be running a book club (recs), fic & art prompt fest, and an event for all other medium. Sign-up may or may not be still open; contact the mods for more information. Everything is due on December 5.
Upcoming:
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Today brands a new year full of magic and wizardry. Now that the first years have been Sorted, the Feast can finally begin. Tomorrow, classes will start.
The feast will begin with the traditional meal followed by the first years being lead to their common rooms.
The older students are invited to the unofficial start of term party in the room of requirement as tradition. For one night the professors will allow it. They however won't allo any tardiness the next morning during classes so spend your time wisely !
Any threads that specifically take place during the feast can be tagged with #acciohqs.event01
❝ Dear students, esteemed colleagues, and honored guests,
Today, we gather once more within the hallowed halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a place where magic intertwines with knowledge, and where the bonds of friendship and understanding are nurtured. As we stand at the threshold of another year, I am filled with a sense of anticipation and wonder, for the journey that lies ahead is a tapestry waiting to be woven with the threads of curiosity, courage, and camaraderie.
Hogwarts has long been a beacon of enlightenment, a sanctuary where the pursuit of knowledge is not merely an endeavor, but a passionate calling. Each room, each corridor, and each page of every book within our vast library echoes with the whispers of generations past, reminding us that the pursuit of wisdom is an unending adventure. It is a journey that requires perseverance, an open heart, and a willingness to explore the realms of magic and mystery.
In the days ahead, challenges will undoubtedly arise. Yet, I implore you to view these challenges not as stumbling blocks, but as stepping stones to greatness. Fear not the unfamiliar, for it is through facing the unknown that we uncover our hidden strengths. With resilience and determination, you will find that your magic flows from the depths of your beliefs, your passions, and your capacity to adapt.
So, my dear students, as the Sorting Hat once sang, "Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, teach us something please." Let us remember that teaching is not a one-way street; it is an exchange of ideas, a dance of perspectives, and a journey that we undertake together. With each step you take, know that you are not alone. The faculty and I are here to guide, support, and inspire you as you continue to write your story within these walls.
May this year be one of growth, of friendship, and of unbridled discovery. May you weave your individual threads into the ever-expanding tapestry of Hogwarts' legacy. For it is the stories you create, the friendships you forge, and the lessons you learn that will shape not only your future, but the future of our magical world.
Welcome, one and all, to a new chapter of magic, learning, and life at Hogwarts! ❞
A/N: For @hp-12monthsofmagic’s September prompt (“Hoggy Warty Hogwarts”). Set in July of 1905.
“Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen,” Colm O’Shea murmured as he stared ahead at the crucifix that hung in the orphanage’s small chapel. It was nowhere near as grand as St. Mary’s across the street, but it held the crucifix and the stained glass portraits of the Virgin Mary and the orphanage’s namesake, St. Jerome.
“In nomine patris et filius et spiritus sancti,” he murmured, making the sign of the cross as he rose from the pew as a sign of finished morning prayers. Not that he had done them correctly. He’d not recited the Hail Mary, but the proper wording eluded him, and the Our Father was recited during each day’s mass.
“Ah, good to see that you have finished your prayers, Mr. O’Shea,” Sister Patrick, one of the friendlier nuns, said as she entered the chapel. “You have a visitor.”
“A visitor?” Colm echoed, his stomach twisting at the idea. “My ma?”
“No, not your mother. A man, who dresses like he’s quite important”
“Oh.” He sighed.
“Come along. We don’t want to keep someone like that waiting.”
Colm nodded and followed Sister Patrick to the drawing room. It was probably the nicest room in St. Jerome’s, as the children were kept out unless someone important requested to visit with them. Not even the priests were important enough to warrant a reception in the parlor. Colm had always assumed that only Pope Pius X would be important enough for the parlor. Or maybe the king, but why would the king come to see the son of insurrectionists? Hell, why would anyone be interested in the son of insurrectionists?
They were standing outside the parlor before Colm had even noticed that they’d crossed half the building. With a deep breath, he pushed the door open and entered. The parlor was bright, with wide windows, and a coat of blue paint. A man, dressed in a sharply tailored but slightly odd suit looked up and offered Colm a smile and a gesture to sit down. Colm swallowed but tentatively sat down on the couch opposite the man.
“Hello, you must be Colm O’Shea. I am Caesar St. James, a professor,” the man said.
“Hello, Professor St. James. May I ask why you are here?” Colm asked.
“Well, Mr. O’Shea, I am pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”
Colm let out a laugh. Witchcraft? Wizardry?
“I wouldn’t be so quick to write it off, Mr. O’Shea. Magic does exist.”
“Magic, like turning water into wine? Or like I’ll make this disappear?”
“Well, I’ve never tried turning water into wine, but I can make things disappear.”
Colm crossed his arms, his brown eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Show me.”
Professor St. James pulled out a long and thin stick of wood and murmured something as he waved it. The light went out. A second later, accompanied by a murmur, the lights were back. Colm nodded, trying not to look impressed.
“So, you’re saying that I’m magic?” he asked.
“Yes. Haven’t you noticed strange things happening around you?” Professor St. James asked.
“I have, but it’s either the devil or a saint.”
“It’s neither dear boy. You have magic through your bones and you will be educated at Hogwarts, starting in September. You will turn eleven on August 27, correct?”
“Yes. But me? The son of insurrectionists? And why should I take your word as a bloody Englishman? The words of an Englishman mean nothing to me.”
“Here is your letter, Mr. O'Shea, although you should watch your language. Most of my colleagues are a lot less tolerant of that language.”
Professor St. James handed Colm a thick envelope. He took it with great care and suspicion. He opened it gradually, wedging a finger underneath the seal.
“Dear Mr. O’Shea,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Caesar St. James
Deputy Headmaster,” he read aloud. There was more, but Colm couldn’t tear his eyes away from the letter.
“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”
“Not really, Mr. O’Shea. It can be dangerous for a young wizard to not cultivate their magic skills,” Professor St. James replied.
“Fine. I’ll go to your stupid bloody school.”
“Pleased to hear that Mr. O’Shea. And, given your circumstances, I will send someone to accompany you to purchase your supplies and to be sure that you reach the platform.”
“What about the sisters?”
“Ah, I shall explain that your parents left a trust with a prestigious school in Scotland.”
“My mother and father were convicted of planning to commit treason. There should be no money.”
“Ah, we’ll handle it Mr. O’Shea.”
Colm eyed the professor warily. Six years in an orphanage along with the reputation of being both the devil and a saint had brought on a large dose of suspicion.
“And you’re not part of the government?” he asked.
“No, the ministry of magic and Hogwarts are separate from the non-magic, or muggle, governments. Although, there is cooperation between our two governments,” Professor St. James replied.
Colm nodded warily. It wasn’t a response that inspired a lot of confidence. At least, not for Colm.
“Well, I’ll be writing to you to inform you about who and when you’ll be going to get your school supplies. Until September, Mr. O’Shea,” Professor St. James extended his hand and Colm reached out to shake it.
“Bloody Englishman,” he muttered under his breath as he followed Professor St. James out of the parlor. “Bloody magic. Bloody Hogwarts.”