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redheadspark · 7 months

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Off You Go

Summary - You and Oliver send Poppy off to Hogwarts, ready to let her go on her own

A/N - This is part of my Oliver Wood x reader with their daughter Poppy Wood storyline that I might be starting up officially pretty soon!

Warnings - mostly fluff!

“Alright, darlin’. Here we are,”

“Woah….Is this it, Da?”

“You bet, Pops,”

You were watching with a grin as your husband and daughter, who was sporting her school robes, peered at the Hogwarts Express together whilst holding hands between them. This day was a day neither you nor Oliver were ready for, and yet it finally came at last. The weather was perfect, you left your home earlier than you thought you would in case you were going to hit traffic, and now you had mere minutes before sending off your child to Hogwarts.

This day was huge in the Wood household.

Ever since Poppy Angelina Wood got her Acceptance Letter from Hogwarts, she was over the moon excited. There was no slowing down her mind when it came to what she imagined it would be like at Hogwarts, who she was going to meet, and what she’d learn. The possibilities were endless with your daughter, and she asked you and Oliver plenty of questions about what it was like for you two when you were students.

“Was Gryffindor the best house?”

“When can I play quidditch like you did, da?”

“Was Herbology hard to learn, mum?”

Both yourself and Oliver indulged her and answered every question she brought you two, never holding back as she was letting her mind expand with imaginations and dreams. Her older cousins told her plenty of tips and tricks too, promising you that they’d look out for her as she navigated her first year. Although that made you both feel a bit better, you were still a bit nervous about sending your only child off to school.

This time it was different for Poppy, she had no real threats against her compared to how it was for you and Oliver. Ever since the end of the Second Wizarding War, new protections and protocols were placed on the newly renovated Hogwarts, and there hasn’t been any accident or occurrences since then.

Hogwarts was safe again, insanely safe thanks to the new Aurors at the Ministry of Magic which included both Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Another old Schoolmate and fellow Gryffindor, Neville Longbottom, wrote to you and Oliver with reassurance and comfort in telling you both he’ll look out for Poppy while he wasn’t teaching Herbology.

Still, no matter how many people were telling you Poppy was going to be fine and in good hands, you and Oliver still had some fears and some worries. Worries that she would hate it, worry that she wouldn’t get the proper footing on her own.

In the end, she had to go out on her own.

“The Hogwarts Express!” Poppy said in glee as she tugged on her father’s hand, looking at the massive red train that was ready to take off in a few minute's time. You were remembering back when you were a first year, the same height and size as your daughter, and looking at the massive train in wonder and excitement. You grinned, shifting in front of the trolley you were pushing with her trunk and a few parcels that she was taking with her from home to make the homesickness more tolerable.

Lastly, there was a small cage on the top of the trunk with an orange tabby cat inside, sleeping away and not caring what was going on around her. The cat, affectionally named Clover, was the house cat that was going to be Poppy’s cat at school, which was perfect since Poppy and Clover had been attached at the hip since Poppy was a toddler.

Other students and parents were bustling around the three of you, loading their possessions and saying their last goodbyes as the Hogwarts Express workers were busy packing the train with ease.

“Now, remember, when you get to the Hogsmeade Station, you’re goin’ to meet—“ Oliver started with Poppy, but she looked at him and spoke.

“Hagrid, I know Da,” she replied, you eyeing her and then Oliver, seeing the nervousness in his eyes as he knelt down in front of her. You walked over too, listening in on the conversation with your husband and daughter.

“And then you’ll be Sorted,” Oliver reminded her, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder to give him some ease, “Do ya remember what me and your mum told ya about the Houses?”

“It doesn’t matter what house I’m in, as long as I do my best wherever I go,” Poppy recited clearly, the train then whistling as the first warning that it was time to hop on the train. She looked a bit nervous then, her confidence was still a bit evident but the small sense of fear was now on her freckled face and in her bright eyes, “Da….Mum…I’m scared,”

That made your heart tender for a moment as you knelt down to be next to Oliver, giving your daughter a warm smile as you spoke, “And remember what we talked about? Being scared is normal. Poppy, this is the first step of a big adventure you’re going on, and you’re not alone, right? There are others who are scared too, because you don’t know what will happen, right?”

She nodded rapidly, her fingers were fidgeting in front of the school robes she was wearing. You and Oliver spoke to her the night before, hearing her worries and fears as if she wasn’t going to make friends if she was going to be lonely. You had those fears too as a child, and now that you were the parent, it was your turn to be the comforter and the one bringing peace.

“But that’s the best part, my little Pops,” Oliver explained to her, Poppy watching him with the same eyes she inherited from you and the freckles she got from him dancing on her nose and cheeks, “All ya can do is take it day by day, moment by moment, and know that you’re going to have the best time, at the best school.”

“Really?” She asked with hope in her tone.

“Absolutely! Your mum and I had the time of our lives all those seven years, both in the good times and bad. You’re strong, Poppy. Strong and as tough as they come, You’re a Wood after all,” he explained, Poppy giggling as Oliver held out his arms to her. Poppy hopped into his embrace, Oliver holding her close and almost breathing her in one last time as you petted her brown braid with your fingers. As hard as it was for you to be parted from your daughter, it was going to be harder for Oliver.

Oliver and Poppy were a tag team from the moment Poppy was born. Oliver loved being a father, it was one of the best roles he ever had in his life and he would take being a father over being a quidditch player anytime in his life. You knew it was a sacrifice for him when you told him you were pregnant, not to mention being pregnant during one of the harshest and scariest times in Magical history with Voldemort taking over the Magical World.

Poppy was a gift, the purest gift that Oliver never took for granted. He called off practices and matches to tend to Poppy when she was sick or when you needed help with her. He took her to professional matches when she was a toddler, rode with her while she was a baby in a harness, and even showed her off to his teammates and old schoolmates. He treasured her more than anything, and now he was letting his own treasure go on her own for the first time.

“I love ya to the moon and back, Poppy,” he said into her hair, his hold on her tightened slightly, "I’ll miss ya terribly without my partner in crime,”

“I love you too, Da!” She mumbled into his shirt, then pulled away and grinned at him, “I’ll miss you a lot.”

Oliver grinned, you nothing some tears in his eyes as Poppy moved over to hug you tightly. You hummed in happiness, keeping your daughter close as workers on the Hogwarts Express took her trolley away with her possessions, another single that it was almost time to board.

“I’m so proud of you my little Pops,” You said to her as you peppered her face with kisses to make her laugh. She giggled, Oliver was then chuckling wetly as you pulled away and framed her face in your fingers and palms, “We’ll see you again when you come back for the Christmas Holidays, okay? Remember to study hard, and to play just as hard. Also, make sure you write home at least once a month and tell us everything you’re up to,”

“Twice a month!” Oliver interjected, both you and Poppy looked at him in shock as he grinned with some tears on his cheek and a shrug on his shoulders.

“Da!” Poppy whined as you rolled your eyes and had Poppy face you again.

“At least once a month…for your Da’s sake,” You joked with him as Poppy giggled, “But most of all, you stay true to yourself and not lose sight of who you are. You’re smart, kind, and brave, Poppy Angelina Wood, and I am already proud of you, okay?”

“Okay,” Poppy replied with a softer smile, hugging you one more time as you kissed her forehead,” I love you, Mum.”

“Love you too, my darling girl,” You replied. The Hogwarts Express’s whistle sounded off a second time, which was the last warning before the train was off. You immediately moved up, letting Poppy go as one of the Head Boys from Hufflepuff saw Poppy, gesturing her to hop on the train. With one final wave to you and Oliver, Poppy walked a bit faster now with her hesitance gone, going to one of the doors that was open and looking back at you both. Other parents were waving goodbye, some were already stepping back through the brick wall with ease, and the rest were saying their final farewells as students were waving from the window of the train.

Though you and Oliver were focusing on Poppy, seeing her wave one more time and then going in through the door. Oliver hummed, taking your hand in his own and watching with his wide eyes as Poppy’s head poked out from an open window.

“BYE MUM! BYE DA! LOVE YOU!” She bellowed, you laughing as you waved. With Oliver waving too, the Train was blowing steam and bellowed one last time, the last of the doors were closing and the rest of the students were already inside. With one long lurch, the train was moving, and the massive wheels turned with ease as the train was now on its way out of the station. Your eyes were still on Poppy, seeing her keep her head out for a longer moment before she reluctantly went back inside the train.

She was off, and the train soon departed the station and was out of sight within moments.

Poppy was gone.

As the rest of the parents and patrons started to shuffle away and back through the wall, you looked over at Oliver and sighed, seeing him wipe away his tears and take in a long breath of almost exhaustion and sadness.

“The Great Oliver Wood,” you teased, Oliver wetly chuckled as you cupped his jaw in your fingers,” Your daughter will be fine at Hogwarts, remember?”

“I know,” He hummed in a hiccup,” I didn’t think this day would come but….she’ll be fine, right?”

“Of course she will,” You reassured him, “She’s a Wood, she’ll know how to handle herself. She’s learned from her Da,”

Oliver grinned, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you two were almost the last two parents still on the platform. The small comfortable silence between the pair was calming, therapeutic in a way since you two were now alone again in your household, at least for a few months when she came back for the Christmas Holiday. Oliver then perked up a bit, a small smile on his face as he spoke.

“We can always owl McGonagall and—“ he stared, but you smacked his chest and gave him a scowling look.

“Oliver Wood, you will do no such thing! Poppy is going to be fine, and I highly doubt our old Head of House and Professor will give us kudos point for our daughter,” You scolded him as you both walked over to the Brick wall, Oliver huffing and rolling his eyes.

“But now she’s the new Headmistress!” Oliver tried to argue with you.

“And as such our child will get no special treatment from McGonagall! Neville’s already looking out for her, and if Poppy finds out about the Headmistress, she’ll never forgive you, are we clear?” You warned him, seeing him sigh in defeat as he gave you a soft smile, laving your fingers together.

“Fine.” He replied, you kissing his cheek as you both walked through the brick wall.

The End.

Tagging - @a-lumos-in-the-nox

#oliver wood x reader #oliverwoodand poppywood #oliver wood x y/n #oliver wood x you #oliver wood #oliver wood fanfiction #writing #fanfiction #hp #hp fandom #harry potter #fanficiton #oliver wood imagine

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harrybelongswithhermione · 8 months

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For all my HHr shippers!!

An incredibly popular Percabeth trope is them meeting mortals who are often jealous. They're incredibly cliche, and often incredibly fun. Would anyone be interested in a Muggles Meet Harmione fic? The idea has been bouncing around in my head for awhile.

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magicredpen · 9 months

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I need Harry Potter to be that extra little bit more special in that he one day accidentally blocks the killing curse in a room full of people and then eventually learns how to do it on purpose.

#harry potter #fanficiton #hp fanfiction #fanfiction #It would be so amazing i swear #just add a little more spice #Hes just as confused as everyone else

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hd-fangfest · 2 years

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what husbands are for by @softlystarstruck

To settle tensions between werewolves and vampires, Harry volunteers for a political marriage. But it turns out he's marrying Malfoy– cold, untouchable Malfoy, who he hasn't seen in ten years. Throughout contention and politics, werewolf pub nights and grudgingly shared meals, they have to make it work.

And in the midst of it all, Harry finds something he already gave up hoping for.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 52640

Tags/Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Political Alliances, Werewolf Harry Potter, Vampire Draco Malfoy, Trust Issues, Tension, Getting to Know Each Other, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Loneliness, Trans Male Harry Potter, Trans Male Draco Malfoy, Blood Drinking, Mating Bites, Chronic Pain, Magical Prosthetic Limbs, Alcohol Mention, Television Watching, Hair Braiding, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Living Together, Explicit Sexual Content, Trans Sex, Possessive Harry Potter, Slow Burn, First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Blood, Falling in Love

Read what husbands are for on Ao3!

#drarry #vampire draco malfoy #werewolf harry potter #hpdm #trans harry potter #trans draco malfoy #drarry fanficiton #drarry fanfic #draco malfoy #hp fandom event #harry potter fanfiction #hd fangfest 2022

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iveriee · 5 months

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littlebitofwitchery · 7 months

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NEW FANFIC

SHADOWS OF THE PAST - Hogwarts stands as a beacon of hope and change in the aftermath of the Second Wizarding War. Returning students include Evelyn Blackwood, a witch with a unique ability to glimpse the past through enchanted objects, and Draco Malfoy, who seeks redemption from his family's dark legacy. Amidst the backdrop of recovery and reconciliation, an unexpected love triangle emerges.

#harry potter #fantasy #hogwarts #fanfiction #harry potter au #dracomalfoy #dracofic #oc #dracoxoc #harryxoc #harry potter fanfiction #wizarding world #hp fanfic #fanficiton #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #archive of our own #draco fanfiction #draco

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bunny-bopper · 2 years

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The Truth Will Out

A Remus/Severus fic

Rating: E

Summary: When Severus spikes his Wolfsbane with truth potion, Remus reveals something neither of them expected.

Tags: porn with plot, porn with feelings, bdsm, dom/sub elements, dom severus snape, sub remus lupin, bondage, edgeplay, spanking, humiliation

Chapter 11 is up in which it all breaks down at the role reversal. Or does it?

#snupin #snupin fic #remus x severus #severus snape #remus lupin #hp fanfiction #snupin smut #snupin fanfiction #wolfprince #wolfprince fanficiton

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one-equaltemper · 2 months

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what is fanfiction (not according to you)

i think it's absolutely bizarre that there are people who think it's appropriate to tell writers that what they're posting isn't considered fanfiction because it's not up to their personal parameters.

well i'm here to tell you that no one cares about your personal parameters and fanfiction exists outside the bounds of your brain.

tl;dr: fanfiction borrows from a source material, but it doesn't have to borrow everything.

join me in yet another ramble below the cut

so basically if i define fanficiton for you, then that definition exists within the bounds of my own brain and therefore may not exist within the bounds of yours

which is actually my point.

so i think we can all agree, in the most basic terms, that fanfiction borrows from a source material.

that's fairly generic, i think. generic enough to include characters, places, worldbuilding, specific problems or conflicts, etc, without me actually saying it.

what is ooc?

in my personal opinion it's an oddly oxymoronic term used within fanfiction because the only thing that's really in character is the source material, but for some people it seems to be the basis in which they determine whether a fanfiction is good or bad based on their own personal idea of what the character should be like.

sigh. how tiring to denigrate something because it doesn't match your made up 'character' values.

(seriously, go read any post that talks about the specific draco or hermione or whoever that they like to read and if there are 100 responses you'll get 100 different definitions of that character)

what's the point, tali?

okay so my point is that au's are still fanfiction. just because something is set in an au, doesn't mean that the character values that the writer has picked out aren't there, that they haven't borrowed canon issues and characteristics to explore in a different world and setting.

it's still all fanfiction because it's borrowed something from the source material.

so yes. my story about an older draco (yes, i realize in canon they're the same age, but for the purposes of my story i have decided to make him older because it's my story and i can do that while still using his name and physical and emotional characteristics based on what i think!!!) and a younger hermione engaging in a dd/lg relationship in the muggle world, while draco is a doctor and hermione is a student, is fanfiction because...i have borrowed content from a source material.

are they going to defeat voldemort? no, he doesn't exist in my world.

is draco going to have issues with his overbearing parents? yes.

is hermione going to have to grapple with losing control? yes

was there an attempted murder on harry as a baby? no

which leads me to...you don't have to borrow all of the source material. borrowing even just a little bit still counts.

footnotes

i think it's super odd that some fandoms are so open to au's and focus mostly on au's while others, like hp, seem to have an issue with anything not set in the magical wizarding world.

i also would like to say that you are obviously free to disagree with me because such is life.

in conclusion

i will continue to write what i want, how i want to write it, under the parameters that exist in fanfiction borrows from a source material.

#i ramble #ignore me

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noccolibroccoli · 1 year

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sorry for talking about Harry Potter fanficiton it's hard not to think about it when I'm literally surrounded by hp shit

#nacho talks

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endlessymphony · 3 years

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🧸 : James Potter x Reader where they are cuddling and he thinks that the reader is asleep and starts talking about how much he loves her :)

Also Congratulations on 50 Followers :)

thank you so much!

serendipity

pairing - james potter x reader

summary - just some good ol’ fluff; cuddling with james ends up with an unexpected confession.

a/n - i’ve never written for solely james before! i’m a little nervous + hoping this is what you hoped for <3

you never expected to be in this situation- finding yourself snuggled under the covers of another’s bed, however, it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless. muscular arms wrapped around your torso, wandering hands smoothing over any area they could reach, and a face buried into the crook of your neck.

james’ soft breaths tickled the back of your neck and shoulder, the two of you practically intertwined with legs tangled together, lounging the afternoon away in his dorm room. the soft pitter-patter of rain on the window is what ruined the original plans- james insisting that todays weather would be perfect for the date he had planned, but everything went south when it started to pour, and the two of you got soaked.

the both of you broke into a mad dash back to the castle, and that’s where james suggested that the two of you should wait out the rain in his dorm room. “it’s bound to blow over soon enough.” he claimed once you arrived, mumbling to himself as he picked through his wardrobe, eventually tossing you one of his many quidditch jumpers.

“you can change into that, if you want.” james shrugged as he sat down on the edge of his bed, starting to loosen his tie and unbutton his uniform shirt, “it’s gon’ be uncomfortable to stay in a wet dress shirt all day.” you changed, he did as well, and that’s how you ended up being the little spoon for james potter.

news flash; the rain never blew over.

he was restless, resulting in the wandering of his hands, fingertips ghosting over any exposed skin he could find- well that, and the fact that he fancied you, madly. everyone and their mother knew that by now.

“you’re beautiful.” he muttered, hands eventually stilling and coming to rest on your lower abdomen. you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face, cheeks tinged a bit pink from the unexpected compliment. “and you’re handsome.” you hummed, eyes shut gently as you relaxed in the embrace of the much taller boy. his hands started moving again, never finding a place to fully rest.

james continued to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, compliments rolling off his tongue like a hymn. most commonly being either “you’re gorgeous”, “you’re perfect”, or occasionally “you’re an angel, y/n.” a hand coming up to brush stray hairs away from your face, thumb stroking your cheek gently- that and his husky voice mixed with the rain, and the other white-noise of the castle, was the perfect lullaby for you. you slowly drifted off, finding yourself somewhere between coherent and asleep.

james took notice of your state, propping himself up slightly, and judging by your soft breaths and stillness that you had succumb to sleep. he chuckles to himself, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty that lay in front of him- your hair splayed out on the pillow, the crimson of his quidditch jumper complimenting your skin-tone, and the way that the you just looked so peaceful. somewhat angelic.

he did believe you were an angel after all.

james smiled, eyes filled with love and admiration as he looked down at you, continuing to brush hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. “you are the most enchanting person i’ve ever met, y/n.” he said quietly, “i’ve loved you since the moment i saw you.”- a confession you didn’t expect to hear. you tried to contain the giddiness that rose from your stomach in the form of butterflies, face heating up as a direct result of his words.

serendipity;

‘finding something beautiful without looking for it.’

that’s exactly how the both of you felt about one another- a whirlwind romance that was unexpected, but was now a gift. the both of you went into the first potions class of the year not expecting to find love, but it was now the best thing that could’ve come out of that class.

“i love you.” james’ voice was soft, a contrast to the husk and rasp that was present earlier. “i promise you that one day, i’ll save up all my money and buy you a nice ring.. and a nice house-“ he paused, trying to put his thoughts into words. “and we’ll have a family together, with two kids, well only if you want kids, and we’ll live happily ever after.” james hummed in content.

“i hope we have a daughter who is just as gorgeous as you are, and a son just like me, and we can teach them how to play quidditch!” his voice got a bit louder as his excitement grew. “maybe pads and moony can be their godparents, whatd’ya think y/n?... maybe i should wait until you’re awake to ask the big questions.” he chuckled again, maneuvering himself back to his prior position, pressing a chaste kiss to your neck.

the both of you ended up drifting off, you before him. soft snores filling the dorm as the two of you enjoyed each others presence. maybe the rain wasn’t to blame, and in fact made today even better. your thoughts swirled around what he had said- settling on dreaming about a lift of domesticity with him, which wouldn’t be that bad.

you brought out a side to him that he never though he would have; someone who could love fearlessly, someone who learned to appreciate the subtle beauties in life that he would usually take for granted, and someone who now imagined a future and a family with you every time he heard you laugh or saw you smile. you had him dumbstruck, but he wouldn’t have it any other way- and neither would you.

#endlessymphony’s 50 follower picnic!#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #harry potter universe #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfic #hp fanfic #hp fanficiton #harry potter fan fiction

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mayleaorlaith · 3 years

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Aftermath of the Everyday Heartbreak | G. Weasley

Pairing: George Weasley X Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 600+ words

Warnings: heartbreak. mention of cheating. almost to no dialogue. serieusly, there are like three sentences exchanged.

Description: George opened his door when you needed his comfort.

In the eternity of the day you had told yourself to get out, to not break apart. To be able to look in the mirror without seeing the absolute misery on your face.

You had failed. You looked like you were broken and a part of you was. The part that wallowed in self pity. Trapped in a mind of racing questions that passed along, too fast to answer for yourself.

You hadn’t realized how much it would hurt, the dark abyss it would leave inside you, emptying itself further for the pain that would fill it. You also weren’t prepared for the humiliation the experience would bring, the self doubt that followed.

You had replayed the scenery every time it ended, a constant loop of the nescience tragedy

“I’m in love with someone else.”

Those words were painful on itself, but it was the truth that laid in them that had broken your heart. It was the rumours that traveled through the corridors of Hogwarts. The many that whispered about his escapades with a girl that wasn’t you. At first you brushed them off, having faith in the boy and in his words. But when he spoke those words to you, you knew that the trust you put in to him was all in vain. Because he had decided for the both of you that what you shared wasn’t special enough anymore.

It was after spending the eternity of your day hidden inside your room under the protective nature of your blanket, you decided it was enough.

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George Weasley was familiar with the feeling of hurt. When Gryffindor lost the quidditch cup he was bitter all day long. Or when he laid in the hospital accompanied by madam Pomfrey because he got knocked off his broom in the quidditch match against Slytherin. When Snape caught Fred and him in the corridors at night because his brother and him started a heated discussion that time. But when he saw you at his door, with tear stained cheeks and puffy red eyes, he felt his heart break alongside yours.

Without the exchange of words he pulled you in a hug. Pulling you tighter when the sobs racked over you.

He had heard the rumours like the rest, the simple statements that you two had broken up. The reason for the ending of your past relationship wasn't put in the gossip. But George Weasley wasn’t just some student that heard the news through the gossip between Hogwarts students. He was your best friend, the person that could make you smile at any moment of the day, the person you loved spending your time with - making it feel that time had stopped altogether -, the person you confide your trust in knowing he would never break it.

You had told him yesterday when he stood outside your door. With a teary smile you asked him to leave, telling him you would be fine. And you would, you knew that you would be fine. But right now you weren’t. And after spending the whole day in bed without eating anything your friends had brought you, you came to his dorm for comfort.

George had waited all day for you to come. He waited knowing that you wanted space, a moment to comprehend what had happened yourself.

With his arms still around you he kicked the door closed, guiding you to the soft bed.

The sheets were a mess, half the room was. It was a result of four boys sharing one and it was a contrast with yours but right now you actually liked the mess.

You cuddled into him more, feeling yourself grow tired by the minute.

“How come I wasn’t enough?” You sobbed out, drained from the whole night and spent from the tears you shed. But it was the aftermath of the everyday heartbreak that made it impossible to stop. It was the picture of the love you shared given up for the idea of nothing that had hurt you the most.

“You are enough, more than enough,” George whispered into the crown of your hair. Stroking your back and hugging you tighter. “You are everything to me.”

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hehadlovedthestarstoofondly · 3 years

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Chocolate

Rewrite of the Dementor scene from Prisoner of Azkaban from Remus’ perspective. I hope you guys like it!

When the sneakoscope had begun to go off, Remus had thought he’d been caught. He had in fact been sleeping when Harry, Ron, and Hermione had entered his compartment. It had been years since Remus had truly slept well at night and the previous day he’d spent stressing himself into oblivion. Of course the year he was to teach at Hogwarts was the year Sirius had broken out of Azkaban, the year that Remus had to deal with all the feelings that came from that.

But the low rumble of children’s voices had woken him from his slumber not long into their stay in the compartment. Remus had felt his heart start to race when Harry spoke and it sounded so much like James that Remus had been transported to his own rides to Hogwarts when he was a teenager. He could’ve woken up then, but it felt nice to hear Harry talk, nice to hazily drift as he listened to how Harry interacted with his friends. It made Remus feel guilty that he’d never been a part of the boy’s life, but of course that had been more Dumbledore’s decision than his own.

Luckily, Ron chalked up the sneakoscope’s activity to its being cheap and not to Remus’ eavesdropping. He’d almost relaxed into another slumber when the train came to a premature stop and the lights went out. Remus had straightened then, groggy and out of it but not nearly as blind as the children. His werewolf eyes were more keen than a humans and he leaned his head against the window to peer out at the tracks. He saw the Dementors board and felt himself stiffen.

He glanced at Harry, shorter than James at that age and more slender. He had thick glasses and James’ messy brown hair. His eyes were fully Lily though and Remus stifled a startled gasp. Remus could tell that Ron was a Weasley. His hair was bright red and he was wearing one of Molly’s knitted jumpers. Remus couldn’t admit that he recognized Hermione but he smiled at her sweater and unruly hair. She was biting a lip and looked worried, hand on Ron’s forearm. This was the witch he’d been told was very bright, McGonnell had told him about Hermione’s extended course load and the exceptional circumstances of a time-turner being granted to a 13 year old student. It made something in Remus’ chest go warm, seeing all of Harry’s friends by him.

He listened to the Dementors board the train and the hurried conversation between the three friends, which grew to four when Neville Longbottom and Ron’s sister Ginerva joined. Remus had fully stood at this point, the kids too blind in the dim light to notice. The glass on the door to the compartment was going fully frosted now.

A scraggly hand slid open the door and Remus stepped forward, his wand in his hand. He hadn’t been able to cast a good patronus for a few years now, but he could feel the magic swimming underneath his skin, encouraged by the sight of his best friends’ son and the memories of his own time here. Ginerva seemed to be the most affected by the creature at first, shivering in her seat and pressing closer to Ron. But Remus watched with horror as Harry grew pale and cold, and then went rigid, his eyes rolled back into his head. Ron and Hermione grasped at their friend as he slid out of his seat and onto the ground.

“None of us are hiding Sirius Black under our coats,” Remus said, his voice cracking from sleep and disuse. “You have no business here.”

He was beginning to feel the chill himself and Remus shivered underneath his worn cardigan. When the Dementor made no motion to leave Remus called upon his magic and memories and produced a patronus, dimmer than any one he’d cast when he was a student, but corporal all the same. His wolf snapped at the Dementor’s cape, as the creature slowly turned and floated out of the room, the lights in the compartment flickering on at last.

Hermione and Ron were still trying to rouse Harry, whose face was still even as his limbs twitched half-heartedly. Remus fumbled around his bag for the giant chocolate bar he’d packed, shame sending heat up his cheeks. He couldn’t bear to look at Harry like that, so small and pale and like James at his and Lily’s funeral. He cleared his throat and turned just as Harry was blinking open his eyes.

Ron and Hermione cooed at him, concerned. He broke the chocolate into pieces and began handing them out, first to Ginerva, and then to Neville, Harry, Hermione and Ron. He bit into a slice himself and felt the warmth return to his own shaking hands.

All of this, Remus thought, was Black’s fault.

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