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ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU. oliver wood

( master list )

IN WHICH… Nothing would make Oliver Wood happier than getting a new broom as his Christmas present. That, or Y/N Malfoy finally noticing him. When the two collide at Hogsmeade, Oliver is overjoyed. Perhaps this Christmas, he’ll get two gifts.

“I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas is you.”

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“Ah, he’s staring again.” Fred Weasley nudged his twin brother George and pointed over at Oliver. “Do you think he’ll ever actually talk to her?”

“I’ve seen them talk once.” George uttered, his mouth full and his cheeks puffed out. “It was in their second year.”

Fred lightly snorted and waved a hand in front of Oliver’s face. “Wood, you there? You’re drooling this time while staring at her.”

Oliver was snapped out of his trance by the twins’ loud laughter. He frowned. “Knock it off.” He told the pair, taking a sip from his goblet.

“Oh, come on mate, you gotta talk to L/N otherwise she won’t even know you exist.” Fred sighed and quickly added, “And quidditch talk doesn’t count.”

Oliver huffed and rolled his eyes. Talking to Y/N was an almost impossible feat, not just to him. She was Draco Malfoy’s older sister and was basically untouchable. She was Slytherin’s prized queen and the chances of Oliver even being able to talk to her with her posse around was close to zero.

“I’ll talk to her eventually.” He uttered the same excuse he had been using since fourth year. His crush had lasted way too long but he was still determined to win Y/N over.

She wasn’t like the other Slytherins with their mean glares and tendencies to outcast people who weren’t pureblood. She was… nice. Her friends, however, weren’t.

“You’ve fancied her since third year, Oli.” Fred uttered, “Probably before that as well! Just make a move already!”

Oliver’s crush hadn’t begun during first year. It had started before that when he was rushing around Diagon Alley trying to find all his school supplies.

Oliver panted as he attempted to catch his breath. All afternoon he had been rushing from shop to shop to find all the books he needed for his first year at Hogwarts.

He held a pile of novels in his arms and momentarily stopped to marvel at the window of a broom shop. His awe was short lived as someone crashed into his back, sending his supplies everywhere.

“Ah! I’m sorry! I just wanted to look at the new broom!” A H/C-haired girl hurried to pick Oliver’s things up. She shoved everything into his arms, apologizing again.

“You… like Quidditch?” Oliver asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Huh? Of course. Who doesn’t? My father took me to see a game once and it was amazing. Some day, I want to join Hogwarts’ team.”

It was as if Oliver had met his dream girl.

“You’re going to Hogwarts too?!” Oliver exclaimed, his eyes sparkling.

“Yeah! I assume you’re also going, so maybe I’ll see you around.” She outstretched her arm to shake Oliver’s hand, but a black cane pushed her back.

“Don’t socialise with the trash, Y/N.” A man with long blond hair uttered, scowling. Oliver instantly recognized the man as Lucius Malfoy.

“I’ll see you around, Quidditch boy!” Y/N shouted as her father led her away.

That day, Oliver was reminded of where he stood in the scheme of things. He was a lowly half-blood while Y/N came from one of the most esteemed families.

Ever since that day, Oliver had been a little frightened to talk to Y/N, just in case she also referred to him as trash.

Y/N never did end up joining Slytherin’s Quidditch team. Her brother did instead. Oliver guessed it has something to do with her refusal to cheat, and Slytherin was infamously known for cheating.

“Say, are you going to Hogsmeade today, Oli? Perhaps to do a little last minute Christmas shopping?” George questioned, his lips curling into a smirk that could only mean one thing. Trouble.

“If you want to play one of your stupid pranks on me, forget it.” He stood up and silently walked away.

“Ah. He’s in a bad mood because of Y/N again. Jeez.” George rolled his eyes as he stabbed his fork into a carrot.

Oliver was going to visit Hogsmeade, but only to look at Quidditch shops and browse through the technique books. A Hufflepuff girl had asked him out, but he politely refused her offer.

Oliver shoved his hands deep into his warm pockets as he trudged through the thick snow. Hogsmeade wasn’t as busy as it usually was, but that was probably because most sane people wanted to avoid the cold.

The Quidditch captain made an immediate beeline for the broom store. He smiled as he gazed at the window display before entering.

“Good morning!” He kindly greeted the owner, who was an old lady hard of hearing. He immediately walked towards a shelve of books, running his finger over the hard covered spines.

The door opened again, the rusty bell attached to it quietly chiming. “Good morning, Gen!” A feminine voice shouted, piercing the calming atmosphere. Oliver peeked through the books, curious as to who the newcomer was. He could see their winter outfit but not their face.

The girl skipped over to the books, standing on the opposite side of Oliver. She locked eyes with him, and he could see her eyes squint as he smiled, meaning it was a genuine one.

The pair occasionally glanced at each other, jumping when they accidentally made eye contact. The girl tucked a strand of H/C hair behind her hair, quietly humming under her breath. She walked around to the other side of the bookshelf, almost crashing into Oliver.

His heart leaped in his chest as he grabbed Y/N and steadied her. “Sorry.” He said, not being able to muster up any more words.

Y/N silently stared at his face before she gasped. “Oh! Quidditch boy!” She exclaimed, grinning. “I knew I recognized those eyes!” When Oliver sent her a confused look, she laughed. “I’m the girl from Diagon Alley! Before first year, remember?”

“I remember… I’m just wondering why you do.”

“I spent most of my first year looking for you! But I never got your name so it was a bit hard. Then when you joined the Quidditch team and played your first match, I recognized you. I wanted to talk to you after but you seemed to have so many fangirls. I got shy!It’s been ages, jeez. How are you?”

Y/N grinned, an action that set butterflies free in Oliver’s stomach. His cheeks flushed red as he nervously smiled back.

“I’ve… been good. How about you? You never joined the Quidditch team.”

“Well, I don’t exactly like Flint and Draco is already on the team. They don’t need two Malfoy’s.” Y/N sheepishly smiled and laughed.

“I saw you play as a chaser during flying class. You were great. You should join the team some time.” That compliment coming from Oliver Wood, Gryffindor’s very own keeper, was a huge deal. “You’d be a wonderful addition. If only you were in Gryffindor.”

Y/N quietly laughed. “Maybe we’d actually be able to spend time together.” Her gaze flickered to the book Oliver was grasping, “Are you going to buy that? I’ve been looking for a copy of it.” She smiled, and Oliver didn’t have the strength to keep the book to himself when she was looking at him like that.

“No.” He uttered, “I was only looking at it. Here.” He handed it to Y/N.

“Are you sure?” She asked, to which Oliver nodded. “Thanks. I’ll let you borrow it. See you at school, Oliver.” She grinned again, skipping off to purchase the book.

Oliver stared at the ground, chuckling to himself as his cheeks turned rosy red.

School was finally coming to an end. Thank goodness. Oliver didn’t know how much more studying he could take before his brain gave up.

He returned to his dorm, tired and relieved to finally be returning home today. From his dorm, he heard his friends gasp.

“Ay, mate, there’s something on your bed for you.” One uttered as Oliver ended.

He tilted his head to the side and glanced at his mattress. A badly wrapped present sat on it along with a small card and the book he had let Y/N take.

Oliver grabbed the card, curiously staring at the cursive writing.

Consider this an early Christmas gift and my overdue apology on my father’s behalf (for calling you trash). You’re fun to talk to and I hope to see you around next year.

Merry Christmas, Oliver.

- Y/N

Oliver peeled the wrapping paper, almost choking when he saw the newest edition broom. It was shined and groomed to perfection and Oliver was sure he was going to pass out from excitement.

He slowly grasped the book, opening to the first page that was tabbed by a green sticky note.

On the blank page was the writing,

Merry Christmas, Oliver Wood

And underneath was the signature of Oliver’s favourite Quidditch player.

“She’s freaking amazing.” Oliver muttered under his breath, wondering how Y/N had even managed to pull all this off.

Oliver flipped through the pages, noticing how Y/N had annotated the book on his behalf. He was only falling deeper in love.

“I’m going to find Y/N.” He announced to his friends, who cheered.

“Go get ‘er, tiger!”

Oliver hurried out of the common room, wondering where on earth Y/N would be. The castle was huge, it would take him all day to find her. Luckily, he spotted Draco Malfoy walking down the corridor.

“Malfoy.” Oliver called out.

Draco sighed, rolling his eyes. “If you’re looking for my sister, she’s at the Black Lake. Don’t tell my parents you like her otherwise my stupid ship will be ruined.” And with that, he walked off.

Oliver ignored his odd words and rushed to the Black Lake. He saw Y/N sitting alone and humming to herself as she picked at the green blades of grass.

“You didn’t have to get me a broom, you know.” Oliver said, startling Y/N. She jumped slightly.

“You scared me! It wasn’t that much anyway… and it was on sale. So you don’t need to worry.”

Oliver spluttered. Not that much money? It was more than him and his friends’ bank accounts! Even if they combined all their money, it still wouldn’t be enough.

“The book by itself would have sufficed.” Oliver uttered as he took a seat next to Y/N.

“Yeah. But I had to up my game because other girls were eyeing you up.” Y/N grinned as she stood up, dusting the dirt off her skirt, “Merry Christmas, Oli. See you next year.”

Oliver spent his days before Christmas with the Weasley twins and more of his friends. Even Harry Potter was there. But one person was missing, much to his disappointment.

On Christmas Eve, he pondered what Y/N’s words at the Black Lake had meant. “I had to up my game because other girls were eyeing you up”. Did Y/N… like him back?

Oliver sighed, rushing to turn the lamp on his desk on. He pulled out a thick piece of parchment paper and began to messily scribble down his thoughts and everything he didn’t have the courage to say to Y/N in real life.

Oliver stared at his letter, sighing. He tried not to think too much as he rolled it up and sent his owl to the Malfoy Manor.

Meanwhile, Y/N was sitting by her window, relaxing as the fresh breeze blew through her hair. She heard a quiet chirp and opened her eyes to see an unfamiliar brown owl in front of her. It cooed and tilted its head.

Y/N slowly took the letter that was attached to the owl’s leg and got comfortable before she unravelled it.

Dear Y/N,

I know this letter may be unexpected and strange, especially since it’s Christmas Eve but those words you told me at the Black Lake are still stuck in my head. It feels a little lonely without you around. I’m going to be honest here… and hopefully you won’t laugh at how I pour my heart out.

I like you, Y/N. Not just for your looks or your family. You’re gorgeous, but there’s so much more to you that other guys can’t see for some reason. You’re kind and caring and you may as well be in Hufflepuff. Your ambition is admirable and you really know how to light up a room, even if it’s a room as big as the Great Hall.

You don’t look down on other people because they aren’t pure blood or come from a family like yours. Instead, you help them. There’s so many qualities that make you stand out from the crowd and I’m not expecting a reply any time soon, but I just thought you should know all this.

Santa Claus won’t really make me happy with a toy on Christmas Day. Y/N, I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. Please Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas… is you <3.

- Oliver Wood

P.S, thanks for the broom and book. I’m still trying to find a gift to top that.

Y/N’s lips curved into a smile as she read Oliver’s letter. Her room door was suddenly slammed open. Y/N couldn’t react fast enough and all she could do was place the letter face down on her bed.

“Father.” She greeted him, surprised that he was even home. He was supposed to be on a business trip. “What… are you doing here?”

“Receiving love letters already, Y/N?” Her father carelessly grabbed the parchment, his gaze scanning over the beautifully crafted words. After a moment, he nodded. “What is his blood status?”

Y/N looked at the ground, thickly gulping. “… Half-blood.” She uttered after a second of hesitation.

Her father silently nodded, his stern face never changing. “I’ll allow it.”

“W-What?” Y/N stumbled over her own words. Ever since she was young, her father had preached about the importance of marrying another pure blood so this was entirely out of character for him.

“That Wood boy…” Her father thought for a moment before clicking his tongue, “He’s staying at the Weasley’s house. The elves have packed your bags already. You leave tomorrow morning.”

Y/N was speechless. Was this her father or a random intruder?

“Good night, Y/N.” And with that, he left. Y/N sat on her bed, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to process what had just happened.

A knock on the door interrupted breakfast for the Weasley family, Oliver, Harry, and Hermione.

Oliver, as charming as ever, stood up. “I’ll get it.” He offered, walking over to the door. He twisted the door knob and yanked it open, coming face to face with Y/N.

She smiled. “I hope I’m not intruding.” She uttered, peeking over Oliver’s shoulder. “I just wanted to quickly say one thing.”

Oliver could feel the prying eyes of Fred and George and he exasperatingly sighed, shutting the door behind him. “Yes?” His heart leaped in his chest as Y/N leaned forward with a grin.

“I like you too, quidditch boy.”

#harry potter fanfiction #oliver wood #harry potter x reader #slytherin #malfoy manor #draco malfoy #malfoy family #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #gryffindor #hp fandom #quidditch #mariah carey #all i want for christmas is you #one shot #fluff

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faeologist · 9 months

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Dark wizard aesthetic.

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seleneprince · 1 month

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Snape is uncomfortable with physical touch and always shies away from it...except when it comes to Charity Burbage, her favourite Hufflepuff.

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faustinio27 · 10 months

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New idea of HL OCs: a young aristocratic girl from a family of dark wizards and Slytherins is sent to Hufflepuff because she's the only one in her family with a pure heart. Her dream is to become a herbologist and to live a simple life, without having anything to do with dark magic. She is considered a disgrace to her family for her kindness and for her house at Hogwarts.

She meets a girl her own age, a Slytherin, who, on the contrary, doesn't give in and can quickly become violent and spiteful to serve her own interests.

The two fall in love, and each learns from the other: the Slytherin learns that kindness is an act of courage and use her strong personality to help her girlfriend, and the Hufflepuff learns to stand up for herself and not let others do it to her while keeping her convictions.

It's not really original but hey have some lesbian fluff (and angst bc there's always angst with me)

#basically it's MedeaxPsyche from Your throne #I'm not an expert of romance #but the main story will be how the Hufflepuff girl manages to get away with being the shame of her Slytherin family #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #hphl mc #hphl oc #hphl #hogwarts oc #hufflepuff #slytherin #hufflepuff x slytherin #slytherin x hufflepuff

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rypnami · 11 months

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happy Sallow Sunday let us appreciate them!

feat. Aurelia Sallow-Drusus💛🦡🖤

Ominis is included bc i headcanon he changes his last name to Sallow after graduation since he’s basically part of the family and his own family sucks

also that’s why he’s not mentioned by name when Voldemort brings up the Gaunt family later on

#sallow sunday #my lovely found family #hp fandom #hogwarts #hogwarts legacy #slytherin #hufflepuff #sebastian sallow #sebastian x mc #ominis gaunt #anne sallow #ominis sallow #aurelia drusus #aurelia sallow-drusus #sebastelia #slytherpuff #fuck jkr

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mottemort · 2 years

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Batkids in Hogwarts

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theroomofrefreshments · 2 years

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Slytherin hubby. My family once owned a magic carpet that was extremely frightening.

Hufflepuff me. Why? You’re not afraid of flying.

Slytherin hubby. Flying? The fucker would roll you up and squeeze you to death.

#hufflepuff x slytherin #family heirloom #unlikely marriage #hufflepuff #slytherin #hufflerin #slyterpuff #harry potter #hogwarts houses

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coleoffduty · 9 months

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since im alr spam posting i might as well speak my truth concerning my lucemond hp au which is... luke is a slytherin and aemond is a ravenclaw (gasp)

#idgaf idgaf #the only hufflepuffs in that family are rhaena and helaena #the other slytherin is baela bc she's her dads number one boy #jacegon are gryffindors #and daeron is the other ravenclaw #lucemond

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ficsrosie · 1 year

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RESCUE - DRACO MALFOY - (2/?)

"Don't leave me here

Especially not with her

You've heard of people getting lost

Here we don't even talk..."

~Why can't we be friends?- The academic

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—Take care, dear. —Narcissa said with a minimum smile, hugging her son, affectionately.

The boy hugged her back, with a little less force, and then pulled away, looking this time at his father, who had the same serious face as always.

—Father...— Draco said, and greeted him with a brief nod.

Lucius, did the same while watching the 16-year-old boy walk away. Narcissa felt her heartbreak, knowing that her son had an increasing emptiness in the eyes every day.

— You should be more delicate, he's just a boy.—The woman said, turning serious to her husband, with elegance and in a low tone.

— He is no longer a boy, Narcissa, he is already a man. —the man replied.

The woman just looked at him stiffly, seeing the train leaving, taking the youngest far away, for a long time. Before leaving, she looked deep into the man's eyes and said:

— When will you realize that you are the reason why our son does not come home for the holidays?

While Narcissa was in a hurry to leave the place, Lucius was thoughtful, but he went after the woman a few seconds later.

Meanwhile, on his way to Hogwarts, Draco looked out of the window in an absent-minded manner, waiting until they finally reached the place, and he could leave his friends.

— Draco? — Blaise called, and the boy looked at him bored. — Today there will be a party in the communal, do you want to go?

— I pass. — He answered simply, and the other just agreed.

It has been like this since the beginning of the previous year, and at that time, everyone had become accustomed to the detached and cold form that the blue-eyed boy has acquired.

Contrary to what people think, Draco didn't hate everyone, he didn't hate his own life, he just didn't see much sense in having conversations that wouldn't get anywhere, most of the time he preferred to keep his own company, but he was happy, at least he thought.

In the end, the trip to Hogwarts was quick, little by little the common room, previously empty, was filling up with students, drinks and other things that Draco didn't care about.

— Are you sure you don't want to go?— Crabbe asked, for the fifteenth time.

— Get out, or I'll push you down the stairs. — Draco replied without taking his eyes from the window, soon hearing the sound of the door slamming lightly.

The boy had a good time to think, perhaps due to the impression that everything was going slowly, it was as if every minute lasted 10.

Unfortunately, the boy's peace was soon replaced by shouting, and loud music at first seemed bearable, until the noise started to irritate the boy extremely.

Resisting the urge to set fire to each of the teenagers who were partying a few meters away. He decided that perhaps the best thing would be to look for a quiet place to go.

—Look who we have here!—he heard Goyle say.

Draco, just ignored the boy, and left quickly, practically all of Hogwarts was present, at least people from all the houses, even some from Gryffindor. As he left the room, he sighed and looked at one of the walls with a look of disgust, it was ridiculous how they believed they could mix.

Walking through the dark corridors of the castle, he decided that the best place to go, was the tower of astronomy.

— Thank you for helping us.— he hears a high-pitched voice to say, not far, but he didn't even care to look.

— No problem, it was a pleasure, thanks for the apples, I will find a peaceful place to eat!

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Draco looked at the stars calmly, again immersed in thoughts, as he felt the fresh wind hit his face, once again, his peace was disturbed by an exclamation.

— Oh! —He turned. —I'm sorry, I didn't know someone was already here.

Draco is static for a moment, he has never seen the girl, but by the kindness and purity smile, he soon deduced, that she could only be a Hufflepuff.

Soon his head was filled with possible offences that could frighten the girl, but for some reason, he decided to let it go, thinking that if he ignored her, she might leave, but unfortunately, she didn't go.

After minutes of silence, he heard a noise and looked at the girl again noticing that she was sitting, taking something from a paper bag.

When the girl noticed that she was being watched, she just smiled and started talking.

— My name is y/n.

— Malfoy. — He said, as always. — Draco Malfoy.

The girl had an even bigger smile, happy that she had not been ignored a second time, only to bite into a green apple, which he had just seen at that moment.

— Do you want to be my friend?— She asked when she finished chewing.

Draco felt a strange sensation, he didn't understand why she wanted to be friends with someone like him, it's not like he had much to offer, other than the title "friend of Draco Malfoy", and if he was right about her, it wasn't something she would be interested in.

—No, we can't be friends.—he replied coldly, and she just shrugged.

Y/n ate the apple with a happy expression, just making the boy feel like eating one too, she made it look like the most delicious thing in the world.

As soon as she noticed the sparkle in the boy's eyes, she realized that maybe, he would like to join the girl.

—Would you like one?—She asked, removing another apple from the same paper bag.

The boy just disagreed, changing his gaze to the stars and trying to ignore that, deep down, he wanted to accept, but could not eat something that a girl he just met offered. After some more time in silence, the girl said:

— My mom tells me that we should do things we want because we don't know if we will wake up the next day. — The girl commented, taking another bite of the apple that was already at the end while looking at the sky too.

—What do you mean by that?—He asked, raising an eyebrow.

The girl sighed dreamily and held out a whole green apple again.

—I know that green apple is your favourite fruit.—she replied, and this time, he reluctantly accepted.

—How do you know that?— He asked, still standing, looking at her.

The girl then got up, having finished eating the fruit, and cleaned the clothes with her hands, removing any dust that might have remained on her.

— I noticed that during breaks you eat green apples, you sit right in front of where I sit. - She smiled.

After that, the girl simply left, leaving the boy speechless again.

—By the way, they are my favourites too.— she concluded before disappearing into the darkness.

After that day, they didn't talk any more, but the boy started to notice the girl more, like the fact that they have almost all classes together, and that she really sat towards him during meals, always laughing with her friends, and with the same dreamy look as always.

But what made her even more unforgettable was something that happened during Christmas, when the boy came down the stairs rubbing his eyes trying to get rid of sleep and noticed a basket of green apples on one of the tables, with a note, written in bold letters "For Draco Malfoy". At first, he looked confused, but he soon read the note.

"I heard your friends saying that you would be staying at Hogwarts for Christmas, I decided to give you a gift. I hope you like it, they are from the farm where I live.

Ass.: Y/n

PS: Why can't we be friends?

:) "

And for the first time in the year, Draco smiled, just because of a girl he had talked to only once.

#draco x y/n#draco#draco lucius malfoy#draco fic#hp#hp fanfic#malfoyfamily#draco x reader#draco x hufflepuff!reader#slytherpuff#slytherin#hufflepuff#fluff#angst

#draco #dracomalfoy x you #draco lucius malfoy #draco x you #draco x reader #draco fluff #hufflepuff #slytherpuff #slytherin #draco x hufflepuff!reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #malfoy #malfoy family #fiction #ficblogging #fanfic #hp #hp fic

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smutinlove · 10 months

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If I wrote a Draco Malfoy x female reader smut that takes place in moaning Myrtle's bathroom would people read that shit???Hypothetically speaking. I definitely haven't wrote that shit... Definitely. Totally haven't. 🤭

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remus-poopin · 1 year

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what do you think of Percy leaving the Weasleys in OOTP? like how do you feel about how it was treated in the books?

How do I feel about how it was treated in the books? I feel like it was treated exactly how I would expect it to be treated. Let me explain:

I think if we were to analyze the series using the framework of the different sets of values categories we’re provided in that universe, we would see a overarching pattern of Gryffindor values being the standard in which we read the books. The books are presented to us through the lense of Gryffindor ideals, so if a characters actions are particularly Gryffindor-ish it is shown as a good thing. However if the characters actions are more Slytherin or even Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, the narrative will have a different reaction. What I’m saying here is not groundbreaking as this has been noted several times before, but I think it’s interesting to keep in mind when looking at how the characters are presented in the narrative. It’s good to remember that Harry Potter is a Gryffindor book. And there’s nothing wrong with this of course, it’s just that those are the values of the author and it’s being used as the baseline morals for the work.

If we want to look for some other examples using those four categories for books/shows/movies, Brooklyn 99 comes to mind for a show that also takes place in Gryffindor universe. Shameless (us) and Succession both take place in Slytherin universes. Gilmore Girls, I would say, takes place in a Ravenclaw one. And Community exists in a Hufflepuff universe. You can see how this is by how the characters are treated and presented by the narrative. Jeff Winger, “notorious slacker” and protagonist in Community is selfish and always takes the easy way out of a situation, the narrative presented this as major flaws that he needs to (and mostly does) overcome. Friendship and working together is what the show presents as important (very Hufflepuff). Going back to Harry Potter, actions like what Lupin and Tonks do by leaving their newborn son to fight in a war is seen as noble and heroic by a Gryffindor narrative, but if you were to view it from a Slytherin one (or even a Ravenclaw one) it would seem selfish and maybe even ridiculous (Remember Malfoys not fighting in the final battle and how all the Slytherins and most of the Ravenclaws dipped out when it was time to fight).

In Percy’s case, leaving the Weasleys and the cause their fighting for (Gryffindor) to stay working for the minister (ambition, Slytherin) is presented as awful. Obviously it’s a little more complicated than that because there are other things at play here like the already present family tension and the fact that there is nothing to make Percy believe in Voldemort’s return other than Harry and Dumbledore’s word. But It’s very simplest form, Percy choose ambition over bravery (fighting the war) and that’s a sin in a Gryffindor book.

Personally all of this becomes tiring for me because I don’t really hold Gryffindor values as high as I do other houses (mostly Ravenclaw and Slytherin for me). Sometimes it’s hard to remove yourself from what the narrative is trying to push and I find I fall into the trap of thinking at first “yeah they’re trash for that” but then I think about about it more and go “wait you know what..”. I actually really like Percy and can sympathize with where he is coming from here and I don’t think he has committed the worst crime with his decision, even if the narrative disagrees.

#also what do you guys think are more examples of shows/movies/books fitting into the 4 houses in their narrative?#its kind of fun to think of and analyze #hp meta #harry potter fandom #Harry potter #harry potter meta #slytherin #gryffindor #hufflepuff #Ravenclaw #percy weasley #weasley family #weasley meta #Percy weasley meta #hp #Remus lupin #house sorting

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peblezq · 1 year

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Sallow-Sweeting Family art that nobody asked for

#sebastian sallow #poppy sweeting #soppy #sebastian x poppy #hufflepuff x slytherin #family #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #sebastian sallow fanart #poppy sweeting fanart #nobody asked for this #except for me #sebastian sallow is a dad now #i don't make the rules #canonical chest hair #digital art #pebs art #art #hl

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𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙖 |𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧|𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙚𝙣: 𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙃𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙃𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚

The hall was silent; everyone stared for a brief moment until Professor McGonagall started clapping. Slowly, the other professors at the high table on the raised dais joined in. Y/n didn’t know what to do. He was frozen—at a standstill. While the table under the yellow banner with a badger applauded and cheered with smiles, he never felt so unwelcome.

Y/n didn’t notice that the stern professor had removed the old raggedy hat until she urged him off the rickety chair. He didn’t notice his legs moving on their own. Poor Y/n couldn’t hear anything. It was all muffled. As if someone was cupping his ears, shutting him out from the world into a plain of silence. His e/c eyes were glued on Harry. His twin was staring at him with a pained expression. Of course he was sad, thought Y/n bitterly. Why didn’t that talking hat put me in Gryffindor?

Ever so slowly, Y/n started moving towards the table of his new house. Eyes from the Gryffindor table watched his movements as he slunked towards the long rectangular table. Behind him, Professor McGonagall continued to call out names for each new student to be sorted. Once he reached the table, many eyes and faces greeted him with smiles. They were happy; he realised. Happy to have snatched one of the Potters. Though they did not boast about it like Harry’s house, you could see the joy each one had.

Before Y/n could sit down, a tall boy with black wavy hair and sky-blue eyes stood up, drawing attention temporarily from Y/n but in the end winded back to being on the young Potter. The boy stopped in front of Y/n and he watched with a terrified expression on his face.

“‘Ello Potter! The name’s Oliver Benedict, and I’m the seventh year Prefect of Hufflepuff House. If you need anything at all, please come straight towards me. And welcome to Hufflepuff.” Y/n watched in silence as he smiled and gestured to the table behind him. The tall creature smiled too much, which made shivers climb up his spine. Y/n wanted to say hello or nice to meet you, or possibly anything. But alas, all he said was: “Um… w-where d-do I-sit at?” His e/c eyes wandered over the table, trying to figure out where he was supposed to go. He knew from primary school that each table had a group. And he was able to figure out which group was friendly and which one was not. However, there were no multiple tables for Hufflepuff. Just one long rectangular table that had a handful of students.

“Oh, right!” Oliver cleared his throat and pointed to a small group at the end of the table. “You can sit there with the other first years, or—” He pointed to the front. “You sit with us, seventh and sixth years.”

Y/n pointed to the rest of the first years. “I think I’ll sit with them; the other first years.” He said shyly. His eyes flickered down to his hands as he fiddled with the black robes of his uniform.

“Of course, of course.” Oliver chuckled. “Remember now, if you need anything—and I mean anything at all, please come to me and I shall be glad to help you.” With one last friendly smile, Oliver went back to his original seat before Y/n sluggishly walked up to the group of first years.

He quickly took a seat next to a girl with auburn hair. The girl turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were crystal blue, and she took in Y/n. He smiled, awkwardly. She returned the sentiment and tucked a copper strand of hair behind her ear.

“Hullo, I’m Rosemary.” She had a bit of an Irish accent, but it wasn’t so prominent. Rosemary held out her hand. “And you are??”

Y/n took her hand in his.

“I’m—”

“That Y/n Potter, that is!” exclaimed a boy with blond hair. He was leaning across the table, staring at Y/n closely. His brown eyes were glued to his scar, making Y/n want to cover it up with his hair.

“If you don’t know who he is, you must be daft!”

Rosemary glared at the boy. “And you must be rude to interrupt our conversation, y’know!” She spat venomously.

The boy next to the rude one simply stared at Y/n.

“I don’t know who you are.” He said quietly. “I’m Justin Finch-Fletchy.” He held his hand out. Y/n took it. “I’m Y/n Potter.”

“How is it you don’t know who he is, Justin??” cried out the blond. “You muggle-born or somethin’?” Justin blushed, his cheeks were the colour of beets.

“Yes. I-I am. Do you have a problem with that?” Justin’s voice quivered slightly.

“No! ‘Course not! Just cause I’m a pureblood doesn’t mean I believe all that rubbish!”

Rosemary rolled her eyes.

“Anyway, I’m Ernie. Ernie Macmallin. Nice to meet you, Justin. Potter.” Ernie purposefully left out Rosemary to goad her, and she knew it too. Glaring at the blond pimple, she scoffed before introducing herself to Justin.

Y/n watched as Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the sorting hat after a boy named “Zabini” was the last one to be sorted. Soon the hall grew quiet around Y/n as the man sitting at the high table on the raised dais stood up, raising his hands to draw everyone’s attention.

“Welcome new and returning students!” His voice was soft yet strong at the same time, plus his long white beard reminded Y/n of Father Time. He, like the rest of wizards and witches apparently, wore bright purple robes with blue and burgundy embellishments and embroidery in the fabric. On his head seemed to be an overly large nightcap. “Before we start feasting, I would like to say a few words: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!”

Laughter boomed through the hall, and Y/n looked around the hall as he said those odd words. His brows were furrowed, confusion laced in his eyes. Was he supposed to laugh? If so, those words weren’t funny. In fact, they were rather strange. Strange word choice. He didn’t like the way the old wizard’s eyes twinkled. It made him shudder.

“He’s a bit loony, huh?” questioned Rosemary. “My mum thinks so,” whispered a girl with blonde pig-tails. “Dumbledore, loony? Reckon you’re loony if you think the best wizard in the world is loony himself!” claimed Ernie.

“Thank you, and have a wonderful feast!” He raised a hand and suddenly, dishes appeared. A plate and silverware and goblet materialised in front of him, making Y/n gasp and stare wide-eyed.

“Whoa,” he whispered. Food started being passed around and lively chatter filled the hall. Soon, food was piled on his plate, drawing some looks from other Hufflepuffs—though Y/n did not care. He was busy eating. He never, in his entire eleven-years of life, has ever seen this much food that he could eat! Harry would be lucky to see him tomorrow and not nursing a food-coma.

As he shovelled food into his mouth, Y/n missed the glances he received from others. A few Ravenclaws whispered behind their hands, a few Hufflepuffs elbowed each other and pointed, while some Slytherins watched on. Gryffindor house was the only ones that did not notice, for they were too busy being occupied by their new member.

“Y/n, would you like some potatoes?” He looked up and nodded. “Thanks, Rosemary,” she smiled in return. “No problem,” She brushed her red locks behind her ear.

“So, Potter, did you and your brother really kill You-Know-Who?” The table became silent. The only ones who spoke were the 7th and 6th years who were far down and didn’t hear. Y/n froze and hesitantly looked up from his plate. His housemates were either staring at him, waiting for his answer, or they were sending glares at Macmillian—Rosemary was in the latter, her fists clenched—and a tense silence was cast on the table.

Before Y/n could give his answer, someone interrupted him.

“Oh, shut your trap Macmillian, ye old geezer!” snapped a voice full of a Scottish burr. “The next time a hear any incentive thing comin’ outta yer mouth, a’ll kick yer arse maself!” A tall and muscular girl gripped the rude blond boy by the ear, yanking on him as her eyes, full of fury, was directed on him. “Shame on you for bein’ an old cocker!” Giggles and snorts were heard all around Y/n, as his new housemates laughed at Macmillian.

“Mary!! Put me down!!” he whined. The giant of a woman sneered and Y/n realised then that somewhere in between her telling him off, she picked Macmillian up by his robes and held him close to her face, a few feet off the ground. The giant—Mary—plopped the scrambling boy down onto the bench and gave him one last glare, before she turned her fiery amber gaze onto Y/n.

“Am Mary Fraiser, this little twat,” she nudged Macmillian. “--is ma cousin! He’s a shite, ignore ‘im,” Fraiser reached over and held out her hand. Y/n took it gingerly before being yanked a bit as she gripped it and shook. “Nice ta meet you!”

The Y/n gave her a friendly smile, hoping that she’ll stop shaking his bones with her strength. “I’m Y/n Potter. Nice to meet you as well.”

The brawley girl barked out a laugh. “Aye we know ye, Potter.” She chuckled before giving Macmillan one last glare before she went to sit further down at the table.

The rest of the meal, Macmillan ignored Y/n, only talking—more like yelling—with Justin about the wizard sport, Quidditch. It looked like Justin didn’t get it, but nodded along for Macmillan’s sake.

As Y/n reached for a jug full of pumpkin juice, an arm went straight through the jug, making the Potter boy scream and jerk back. His eyes blown wide, he watched as a fat man wearing a grey frock with a rope tied at the waist flew through the table, moaning as he gazed at the juice longingly.

“Oh phooey,” he sighed. “I forgot,”

A few older Hufflepuffs looked on at the ghost with pity.

“Y-Y-ou’re the Fat Friar,” Y/n said, his eyes watching the ghost with a strange fascination. The ghost turned to look at him, a smile on his face.

“Indeed, I am Mister Potter! Oh! I heard you were able to be sorted into my old House!! Oh, dear, I hope you’ll enjoy it. We have a celebrity! I cannot wait to rub it in Old Baron's face! Ha!” The Friar flew off towards the Slytherin table. Y/n turned his head to watch. He noticed how the ghost called the Bloody Baron was sitting next to the blond-haired boy—Draco Malfoy. Shaking his head, Y/n went back to his food.

“What class are you excited for most, Potter?” asked Rosemary, her blue eyes full of curiosity. Before he could answer her, Rosemary interrupted. “I’m very excited for Herbology! My mum is a herbalist, it’s what drew my dad to her, y’know!”

“I really like Charms, but also I’m very excited about Potions.”

Someone chuckled. “I thought so too until I knew who was to be our Professor.” Y/n turned his head to look at the voice. He had short black hair and brown slender eyes and a round face. He looked nervous, yet confident at the same time.

“Snape, that fellow right there,” He pointed to the raised dais where the high table was, and pointed at a man with a hooked nose, shoulder-length black hair and black eyes that were staring at his brother, Harry.

“He’s a nasty bloke I’ll tell ya,” Y/n watched as “Snape” nodded his head as the professor from Diagon Alley, Professor Quirill, spoke with the black-haired professor.

“He hates anyone that isn't in his house. It makes Potions dreadful. He’s always hovering and when you make a simple mistake, he takes away so many house points and calls you names.” Y/n and Rosemary gasped.

“How cruel!”

“Can he do that?”

Cried Y/n and Rosemary at the same time, their eyes wide with shock and fury.

“No one stops him, not even Dumbledore. Tcch.” The boy crossed his arms, his eyes rolling. Realising that he didn't introduce himself, he sighed and offered his hand. “Nakamura Hiroshi, second year.”

“Y/n Potter,” He gripped Nakamura’s hand. “Rosemary Thorn, nice to meet you,” she smiled and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you both,” Nakamura nodded his head in greeting. “Welcome to Hufflepuff House,”

The Hall fell silent after dessert as Professor Dumbledore stood up from his chair.

“Ahem — just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.” A few Hufflepuff’s rolled their eyes. “First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well.”

“I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.” Rosemary leaned over to whisper to an older Hufflepuff.

“Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.” Madam Hooch stood up from the High table. “And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death.” Only a few people laughed, Harry being one of them, along with Justin, who looked around at the worried eyes of their new housemates looking grim.

“He’s… he’s not joking?” asked Justin, his voice wavering. “Nah, he ain’t. A jus’ wanna know wat it is,'' spoke Mary a few seats down.

“Usually Dumbledore gives us a reason,” murmured another student.

“And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!” cried Dumbledore. Y/n noticed that the other teachers’ smiles had become rather fixed. Oh, no. Nakamura and Mary firmly placed their hands over their ears. Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.

“Everyone please your their favorite tune,” said Dumbledore, “and off we go!”

And the school bellowed:

“Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they’re bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we’ve forgot,

just do your best, we’ll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot.”

The noise was painful. Y/n had placed his hands over his ears when it first started. “Ah, music,” he said, wiping his eyes. Rosemary whispered to Y/n. “Was that really music?” He chuckled, smirking at the auburn-haired girl. “A magic beyond all we do here!”

“And now, bedtime. Off you trot!” Prefects, Oliver and a girl with short blue hair and green eyes, stood up with a bunch of other students from the three other tables, calling out: “First year Ravenclaws, follow us,” “First year Slytherins, follow us,” “First year Gryffindors, with me.”

Y/n watched with sad eyes as he and Harry were split from each other, one wearing red and gold and the other yellow and black.

Oliver and the witch led Harry and his fellow first years through the corridors of Hogwarts. Y/n watched as the other students, red and gold, blue and bronze, climbed the grand and moving staircase—thanks to Hogwarts: A History—that Y/n couldn’t wait to explore. While he and the rest of the first years followed their Prefects. Rosemary stuck close by him, pointing to the portraits that lined the cobblestone walls.

“Our common room is in the basement?” whispered Justin. Macmillan nodded.

“Yeah, it’s near the kitchens,” a smirk formed on his face.

They climbed down the non-moving staircase and they felt a slight chill in the air. Rosemary stuck close by Y/n, pointing to the fruit themed portraits that lined the cobblestone walls. They passed a portrait of a bowl of fruit—that reminded Y/n of the bowl of fruit that muggle art teachers would have their students paint or draw—and Y/n could hear a slight commotion happening behind the portrait. Frowning, he looked at Rosemary, seeing if she had any clue as to what it was. Her face was marred in confusion. So she didn’t know what it was then, mused Y/n.

“If you need a map of Hogwarts, please let us know, myself and Oliver shall provide you with one.” Commented the female perfect, a friendly smile on her face.

The group stopped together at a nook, hidden by… barrels? Y/n looked at it in confusion.

“Unlike the other houses where they need a password or need to answer a riddle, for us, we need to tap on these barrels to a rhythm, our House Founder’s song’s rhythm. We will teach you the rhythm tomorrow after your classes. So until then, stick together in a group and we’ll assign an older student to let you in and out of the common room.” Oliver smiled at the first years. “Now, Ethel, will you do the honours?” Ethel—the other prefect—nodded her head. She approached the barrels and tapped two from the bottom, and two in the middle row, and one in the top row. A soft melody played from the barrels, and the door of the nook opened.

Y/n peered into the doorway along with the other first years. The ceiling was low; the room was round and had two small platforms with a staircase leading up to a door. One said Gents, the other Ladies. It must be the dorms, Y/n thought to himself. There was a sense of warmth and welcoming to the room. The smell of vanilla and sunflowers reached Y/n’s nose. It brought a sense of homeliness to the common room. It made him want to cuddle up in a blanket and read one of the books about dragons by the fireplace and drink some hot chocolate with marshmallows. It temporarily made him forget about his dread and his sadness. It made him forget that Harry wasn’t with him. His heart winced at the thought.

“Welcome,” Oliver smiled. “To Hufflepuff House,”

Authors Note:

Happy birthday Harry, Y/n Potter! Hope you enjoyed this weekends chapter! I don't know when the next one will be, hopefully soon, but this Monday I'm starting my last semester at school, so wish me luck! A lot of the characters that'll be showin' up will most likely be OC's, so I'm plannin' on doing an introduction to Hufflepuff house students of Hogwarts soon so you'll get a feel of them when they get older! Thanks for reading! xx

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