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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: All Houses are included!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

ISTP

Gryffindor

Neutral Good

Leo Sun, Aries Moon, Sagittarius Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝑺𝒍𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・ Yearning From Afar ・Enemies to Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers ・Don’t Tell Anyone We Hooked Up

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

Holiday Romance

・You saw Harry as nothing but an attention seeker at first. Surely someone couldn’t be that famous without doing something shady

・Draco was incessant that Harry was scum (even if you didn’t like Draco) you could hear him talking about Harry from your corner in the common room

・When it was Christmas, you chose to stay at Hogwarts, rather than go home, where your family would be gathered.

・You were both a little lonely, but honestly, you didn’t know how it happened. Maybe it was the mistletoe, but you and Harry had found yourself kissing in the hallway on Christmas Eve.

・You often told Draco to shut up, which invited taunts from many Slytherins (your friends stood up for you though. That’s one of the things about Slytherin, once you’re friends, you’re friends forever.)

・Your relationship was formed after Hogwarts, when you bumped into each other in Diagon Alley

・From there your romance was a whirlwind of passion, desire and need.

・Harry felt like there was no one else for him. No one could make him feel this way.

・He moved in with you, a small apartment in the Wizarding World.

・You both have important jobs in the Ministry

・Promising the Wizarding World that there would never be a threat like Voldemort, ever again.

・You would climb the social and political ladder

・Harry as an auror, you’re both a formidable pair

・You’ve promised each other to be home for dinner. That’s your relationship promise, because if you can’t spend any time together - then what’s the point

・You spend a lot of time with Hermione, collaborating as she’s Head of the Muggle department.

・Harry isn’t very organised, and you make sure that the things he needs are ready for him in the morning

・In return, Harry makes dinner at night. Growing up with the Dursleys meant he knew how to make food for both himself and three other people. He specialises in bacon by the way

𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝑯𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒇𝒇

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・ Emotional Support Animal In Human Form ・Isn't Scared of Anything (Harry) x Worries About Everything (You) ・Secret Admirer

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

You’ve Been In Love With Him For Years But He’s Never Noticed You

・You felt sorry for Harry Potter. He could never catch a break. That’s what you told your friends when they wiggled their eyebrows and nudged your shoulder

・ You often gazed at him from across the room, normally in Charms class. Your friends would have to nudge you to get you to focus

・Good friends with Luna and Neville. You were always someone that people felt comfortable being around

・Literal human Hobbit. You love your common room, and your dorm is a reflection of that. There are plants everywhere, with vines growing up the yellow walls and sunlight filtering in through the round windows.

・That’s what you missed most about Hogwarts, and you based your home off of that. Harry absolutely loves it. It reminds him of the Burrow.

・Back at Hogwarts, it wasn’t until Luna pointed out how much Harry calmed down when he was around you that you thought you could have a chance. That maybe he might want you.

・You didn’t get your chance until two years later, in the 7th year.

・You had stayed at Hogwarts, even though it had turned from a magical home to a foreboding fortress.

・You were in charge of the younger years. They saw you as a safe person. And they knew you would do anything for them.

・Kind of like a mother/father/parental hen. They flocked to you, shadowing you wherever you went.

・That’s what Harry admired about you. At the end of the battle, he sought you out. Grabbing your face in his hands, he kissed you fiercely.

・You’ve been together ever since

・Luna and Neville visit you often, in your little cottage not too far from civilisation.

・There’s a running creek nearby and many acres of land for animals to roam. Both your pets and wild ones.

・There’s always something baking in the oven; cake, pie, cupcakes, etc.

・Harry hates having to go to work. He just wants to stay home and bask in the peace. The dishes clean themselves, just like at the Burrow.

・Little gadgets that George has created and gifted to you and Harry

・There’s a whole library of books, your own collection and ones from Hermione

・The kettle is always ready to boil because visitors love to come over

𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒘

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

・Best Friend to Lovers ・Shared Past ・Found Family

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

Friends From Before The Adventure

・You knew Harry before Hogwarts

・There was a park that you often visited, sometimes with your siblings, but mostly by yourself. It was a quiet place where you could go to sit and read

・Harry saw you there, always with a new book, sometimes you brought several just in case you were sick of one and wanted to read another

・He didn’t understand it then, but what he felt was a sense of camaraderie. That he wasn’t alone even when he felt lonely

・Harry didn’t see you on the Hogwarts Express. But he did see you before the sorting ceremony. You both shared a smile of excitement and recognition

・Your best friend was Hermione Granger. Where she was studious and always had to have the right answer, you often reminded her that the world isn’t black and white - we all live in the grey.

・Harry liked that you and Hermione were close, it meant it was easier for him to be friends with you as well. He had hoped you would’ve been put in Gryffindor. He was sorely disappointed

・You and Harry like to doodle things to each other. It’s a magic piece of paper that’s charmed to make the picture move. It could be a heart that’s beating, or a happy face that’s blowing you a kiss.

・Before Hogwarts, Harry used to hate his birthday. He knew no one cared. And then during Hogwarts, it was never forgotten. After leaving school, Harry was worried that once again, it would be forgotten. He had never told you explicitly. But you knew.

・You always made it a big affair. Every year you do a different thing, to make up for all those lost birthdays. Sometimes you do two or three things for Harry, telling him that he deserves to have fun. His childhood was stolen by the Durselys, and you want to give it back to him.

・You create an album for Harry every year on his birthday. It’s pictures of the past, and each year they get more and more recent.

・Luna has painted a few things for the two of you. You cherish them so much. One is a painting of you, Harry, Neville and Luna sitting around the table all waving at the camera. She used the image as a reference and it’s very beautiful. She captured the light so brilliantly.

𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝑮𝒓𝒚𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・ It’s Always Been You ・Childhood/Teenage Crush ・Pretends Not To Like Each Other

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

Belated Love Epiphany

・You have a lot of main character energy

・Even if you aren’t an excitable person, you still capture the attention of others. There’s something about your aura that others are drawn to.

・Harry noticed you before you noticed him.

・But his feelings weren’t realised until the 7th year - but he thought it was too late. Until you had kept up the fort with Ginny and the others

・He saw how brave and powerful you were at that moment. You had become one of the leaders, particularly one that defended those who were targeted. You had put yourself on the line, to make sure no one else suffered.

・You were respected by everyone at Hogwarts, everyone who was on the side of Harry Potter

・You were injured really badly in the battle and were in a coma for a few weeks. Luckily you woke up, and there was Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna, Seamus, Dean and Cho.

・Harry had visited you every day at the hospital. He was so worried that you wouldn’t wake up. That he wouldn’t get the chance to tell you his feelings.

・You love taking photos of yourself and Harry. He’s a bit hesitant in them, well he was at first. Now he realises how important they are. He absolutely cherished the photographs of his parents, and you want to memorialise everything you can. Just in case.

・Sometimes Harry can drift off into his own thoughts, and you bring him back down to earth.

・He’s worried that his scar will hurt again, and the evil he sacrificed so much for, will come back. You have to remind him that Voldemort will never come back.

・You visit Hermione and Ron a lot. Weekly actually.

・You have a dog, your own owl, and a cat that had once been a stray

・You both have PTSD. Harry’s is because of childhood trauma, Voldemort and all the horrors that he’s had to face throughout his time at Hogwarts.

・He always makes sure the doors are locked and there are multiple protective enchantments around the house.

・There are photographs of Dumbledore and McGonnagal on the wall near the entrance

・And you tell Harry that even though Snape was in love with his mother, it didn’t mean he was absolved of all his wrongdoings.

・Hagrid loves coming over, but he can’t fit in the house so you make tea and biscuits for outside

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖:

Harry was a bit hesitant to call you any pet names. He didn’t grow up in a good home, where love was shown freely. So he didn’t know what to call you, in a loving way. He wished he took more notice of the couples at Hogwarts and what they called each other.

But it was a moment in your relationship that you will cherish forever. One night, after you had your dinner and were settled on the couch, you turned to Harry and asked him why he only called you by your name.

“I-well...” Harry’s cheeks went pink and he was finding it difficult to look at you.

You were silent, letting him find his words.

“I don’t know...what to call you?”

“Oh!” Your worries dissipated. They had been building for months, little thoughts here and there that Harry didn’t really love you. “I’ll come up with a list, and you can choose which ones you think fit me best.”

So Harry liked ‘darling’, ‘sweetheart’, and ‘love’ the best.

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆:

Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch and Quality Time. Harry was literally abused both emotionally and sometimes physically, for pretty much all his childhood. So, whenever you’re tender, stroking his hair, giving him light kisses, and telling him how much you love him ... well. He melts. Sometimes he cries, because of how gentle you are with him. You make him feel so loved. Because you promised yourself you would make up for all those years he lived without love.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Fallen Through Time by Bear McCreary

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polly-sly · 9 months

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#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #love of my life #(after ominis ofc)

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weirdraccoon · 8 months

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That time they kidnapped Ominis.

Ominis: Did you have to kick my brother in the balls?

MC: Of course. It made it more believable.

Sebastian: We would've kicked your dad too, but he didn't even get down from the carriage.

MC *frowning*: And your mom yelled at us to not give you back.

Sebastian *making light to avoid a murder*: I guess that means you're ours now, Ominis.

Ominis *sighing*: It surprised me Marvolo tried to stop you.

MC *frown deepening*: He didn't. He came after us because Sebastian told him he was a cowardly chicken more than a snake.

Ominis *also sensing a possible triple murder, smirking*: To be fair, tho, I was already yours.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow x mc x ominis gaunt #idk #maybe they saved him from marrying a cousin #and then the three of them eloped #and lived happily ever after for two weeks #then they had to go back to real life

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boxdstars · 3 months

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Terrible Deals and Better Company

This little drabble is dedicated to @damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog who's work is absolutely incredible, both her writing and her character interpretations and narratives. I've been dying to write something within this verse, canon or not - I hope you enjoy!

This fic is entirely self indulgent, and is mostly banter between Ominis and Amara (with background Ominis x f!MC) as an exploration of their adult characters

This fic probably won't make a whole lot of sense without reading THIS first, as it was my muse and explains the conflict.

Word count: 2.1k

The journey had been ghastly. Awful was quite the understatement. There was no easily accessible portkey from England to the States, at least none that he’d been familiar with. No doubt there was something tucked away within the Ministries walls themself, but he wasn’t privy to those secrets. So Ominis had to defer to the muggle ways of travel. By boat. Even the word hellish felt too kind to refer to the voyage, which had made him queasy the entire time, and entirely dependent on quick charms to alleviate the nausea.

But he was here now. In the office of the Chief Auror herself. The Magical Congresses up-and-coming pride and joy. But before she was all of that, she was the nuisance who pestered him throughout her time at Hogwarts. And his friend too, of course.

“You look awful,” Amara remarked bluntly. “Merlin’s sake, how come I haven’t seen you in four years? I wish you’d write more candidly, I knew it was bad but…” There was the click of a lighter, and the sound of her breath as she pulled a cigar to her lips, “This is something else entirely. When’s the last time you slept?”

“Last night.”

“You know what I mean. Slept well. Anything more than six hours?”

He mulled it over, brows furrowing as he did so. Though he’d always had a penchant for napping.. six whole hours of uninterrupted peaceful sleep felt wholly unobtainable. His wife was such a dear, but even her warmth felt so far away in lieu of recent happenings. Though it was scarcely the truth, and despite their best efforts the pervasive anxieties never seemed to fade entirely.

“I can’t recall.”

“You’ve gotten worse at lying I see.” Her lips curled upward into an impish smirk. “Try again.”

There was no point in beating around the bush. She’d called him across the sea for some catching up, and he might as well get the kneazle out of the bag. He sighed in defeat and pulled out several sheets of bound parchment from within his inner coat pocket.

“Here.”

Amara skimmed the pages a thousand times over. Ominis sat across from her, his unseeing eyes ghosting just adjacent to where she sat at her desk. No longer did she don her blazer, only clad in her suspenders, pinstripe trousers, and her white dress shirt whose sleeves were pulled up high above her forearms, resting at her elbows. Her legs crossed over the ornate desk, occasionally bouncing to a rhythm only she could hear.

“Nasty business.” Amara sat the parchment down. “Figures, with the Ministry. I keep my business with them cut and dry for this very reason.”

“I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. I did what I had to.”

“Ease up, I’m not accusing you of anything. Given the circumstances... I’d say you didn’t do too shabby. How’d the wife take all of this?”

“Not.. well.” He faltered. The twinge of regret flickered across his already furrowed brow. It was a classic Ominis expression, one Amara had seen many a time while the blond stewed over his potions cauldron. In a way, she missed it — if not for the circumstances.

“Just as I thought.” She tapped her cigar atop the ashtray before taking another languid drag. “Can’t say I blame her either. The whole thing is a damned mess. I take it she isn’t all too pleased?”

His wife was the interesting sort, Amara remembered her fondly back from their tenure at Hogwarts. Albeit their relationship was a bit strained to start, the girl had been headstrong, reckless, and irritatingly sharp at times. But that was a long time ago, and they hardly wrote to one another these days, except the snippets mentioned in passing from her letters to Natsai.

“It’s more complicated than that. For the time being... I think it’s going to be alright. But this arrangement.. as much as I stand by my word and my choice… part of me worries if it’s going to cause more harm than good.”

That caused her interest to pique tenfold. “Because of the workload no doubt?”

“Something to that effect, yes.” Ominis was holding back, which was of little surprise to her. They were friends, but she’d need to sweeten the pot with a few more drinks before he would start speaking candidly. Still, the fact he was telling her anything was enough to satiate her curiosity for the time being.

Amara whistled long and low, “The old brass has got you both working to the bone.”

He nodded dismally. It was no wonder Ominis seemed so quiet. He’d always been distant back in school, but where the two of them were concerned, the banter and snark were nothing short of rambunctious. She was staring at a man now, slightly haggard from the anxiety that hung over him.

The auror exhaled a long plume of smoke from her mouth, “I could get you out of this, you know. No physical contact.. no written terms… seems like it’s just itching for someone to dig their claws and tear it all to shreds.”

“Amara…” Ominis warned. He had no doubt his friend was sincere about this as she was shrewd. But even her power base, influential as it may be, was newly established. The connections were there, but they weren’t centuries old. Getting him out of a Ministry agreement was one thing, finding a solution to the wicked nature of his family was another.

“What? I have more Galleons to my name in just my left pinky than your family has combined! It would be no trouble.“

“It’s you. Of course, there’d be trouble.”

Amara scoffed. “That's beside the point. And it’s not like I don’t know how to take care of myself, honestly, you’re not giving me credit here. It would be quite simple.”

“I disagree..” He spoke tersely under his breath.

“..You’d have to uproot and bring your missus overseas.. but once you’re in our jurisdiction you’d be in good company. No tiresome busywork, no Ministry-sanctioned duties, and not a single Gaunt on your back—“

“Amara.” His voice hardened, turning stern. “You’re not listening.”

She quickly shot back, “Stop calling me that, you’re in my office.”

“You’re the one acting impetuously. Let me finish first, I’m not denying any of your achievements.”

Impetuous. She gnawed at the inside of her lip. The audacity of the blond knew no bounds. Part of her wanted to refute the word, the other knew if she said anything more she’d only be proving him right.

“Alright.. speak.”

He sighed, rubbing one thumb over the other. A nervous tick. Had it been so long he’d started doing that around her again?

“You are tenacious, yes. And Merlin knows there’s nothing that can stop you from getting what you want. But my family — they’re not the same thing. This is bigger than that.”

She just couldn’t help herself, “How? I'm not some useless receptionist, I'm Chief Auror! And — and you’re married to well — her of all people! Just between the three of us, we could turn them to dust!”

His voice raised, “That’s the problem. That's what you don’t understand, that you could never understand. You can’t just throw Galleons at the problem until it goes away. And you aren’t going to threaten them either!”

“I’d wager I’d win.” She scoffed. “It’d be a waste of time.”

“Let’s not take that chance then.”

“Fine.”

The silence was terse, but at least this was familiar. Many a fight had ended in this way, as the two former Slytherins would skulk off to their respective quarters. There was nowhere to hide now, and Amara swallowed the lump in her throat. Arguing was pointless, this was all so exceedingly pointless. She couldn’t win Ominis over today, but admitting that was admitting defeat. So she reveled in the silence, her gaze transfixed on the trails of smoke she exhaled every so often.

“I know you mean well.” His voice was soft now, melancholy even. “I know you’re just trying to do what’s right, in your own horrible way.”

Did he have to throw that in there? Damn him. Still, his words seemed sincere enough so Amara let it linger in hopes he’d continue.

“It would never work. The situation is grave, it wasn’t as if this deal was thrust upon me. I had to fight with everything I had to protect her. And you must know she’d never agree to it, even less so than our current arrangements. She’ll defend our home with everything she has, no matter how tempting your real estate may be.”

At least he was starting to joke again.

“You’re a match made in heaven, the both of you. Unfathomably stubborn.”

The clock ticked onward, and they sat there again, rotting away in their thoughts. Really, that was the last thing either of them should be doing. Amara had to do something, say anything. A sidelong glance at her expansive liquor bar seemed to be the timely distraction they needed.

“I think I need a drink after all that, you game?”

He looked as though he were about to refuse. But then, to her immense delight, Ominis nodded. She poured the liquor into two glasses, making sure to fill his a bit more than her own. Maybe it'd help ease his nerves. With a wave of her wand, she slid the glass across the desk and onto his side. The sickly sweet smell of brandy filled the room as he took a long whiff off the top of the glass.

“Are you going to make love to that thing or should I pour it back in?” Her blunt words caught him off guard and caused his face to flush in embarrassment.

“As always, you’re obnoxious.” He snarked and took a long sip. “Well, I’ll say it. Not bad.”

To his chagrin, it was better than he’d hoped it would be. Ominis had sorely wished he could’ve found something to nag her over, but her alcohol was clearly not the case. Besides, the last thing the Chief Auror needed was him swelling up her ego any more than MACUSA already had.

“Always delighted that my liquor pleases you, M’lord.” Amara joked wryly. The banter was coming easier now, and some of the visible tension from his forehead began to dissipate.

The bustling enterprise within the Manhattan landscape seemed oddly quaint from within her outcropping. There was the occasional shuffling and clink of glass and the distant tune of far-off classical from.. someone indiscernible.

“It’ll be alright, Ominis.” She spoke after a few blissful seconds. “I swear it. And should anything happen, you know you can call on me.”

“I know.” He twirled the brandy around his glass, “I know if there’s one woman more hellbent on justice than even my wife, it’s you. As strange as all of this is to even consider, I’ll take that to heart. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“Let’s hope.” She leaned over and clinked her glass thusly against his own. “And I mean.. there’s always Sebastian. Though Godric knows what heinous mischief he’s up to at the moment.”

That garnered her a small chuckle from his end. “Whatever it is, he’s probably having more fun than the both of us.”

“Speak for yourself, I’m having a ball!” She scoffed playfully.

“As am I.”

That was quite a compliment. She inquisitively glanced him up and down, regardless of the fact he wouldn’t notice. But the statement seemed in earnest. In truth, it wasn’t all that rare these days in their friendship, but it still felt like she’d been doused in the freezing depths of the Black Lake.

“Don’t tell me you’re finally fond of me after all.”

Another laugh. “Oh don’t be absurd, the only reason I came mincing across the sea was to pilfer off of your liquor.”

She gave a mock gasp of dismay. “Absolutely not! I’m going to send you away at once, do you even know how much this cost me?”

“Do I want to know?”

“..Probably not.” Her voice pitched slightly in embarrassment, losing the cool confident edge she’d been carrying throughout the bulk of the conversation.

He snickered at that, “I better get my golds worth, fill me up another won’t you?”

Amara grinned, "It would be my pleasure."

#they got plastered after this btw #amara ambrose #ominis gaunt #isabel greymoore #hogwarts legacy #hphl #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #guys im tweaking writing this ive never been more afraid in my life #boxd fanfic

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hippogrifffeathers · 10 months

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i feel like nobody talks about the immediate attachment to natty when she offers you a seat in charms, and i'm genuinely wondering if it's just me?

like, it's such a small gesture i know, but imagine this is your first day at a new school, after everybody else has had years to get into routines and seating preferences and friendships, and you are drowning amongst it all and have no idea how to navigate so many unknown variables

then someone sees you struggling, and offers you a seat with them. a friendship. notices how lost you are when the professor starts talking about charms you haven't yet studied, and offers you a book on it with an understanding smile.

and somehow sweeter is that natty gets it. she was the new student once. so she sees who must be the new fifth-year walk into her charms class, and look around the room all lost and she remembers being in that position, not knowing what seats were free and who sat with who, terrified at the thought of choosing the wrong one, and she immediately calls out to the student, offering them the spare seat with her

like, yes it's a small moment, but the second natty offers our character a seat, i was like 'oh i would die for you'

#hogwarts legacy #natsai onai #natty never gets the appreciation she's due and i'm starting with her opening scene!!!#she's such a good friend and so considerate #and if someone helps me out when i'm entering a class/meeting/event for the first time by offering me a seat??? i become their ride or die #that kind of move is life saving okay #mc after natty offers them a seat with her : i will now die for you #natty: i will take the cruciatus for you! instinctively!#THAT'S FRIENDSHIP

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meduseld · 1 year

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You know this post?

Well you don’t want to play JKR’s “As Much Bigotry As We Can Fit in a Game Feat. Wizards” Game, you want to go to magic school. There’s more media for that, better media for that, take my hand.

#fucking jkr #hogwart school of witchcraft and bigotry #like i'm sorry i'm still fucking steamed that i saw a post that said it was okay bc it was pirated and they just really really wanted to be #at wizard school so it was okay #BITCH THAT WAS A TROPE BEFORE JKR AND WILL BE SO LONG AFTER HER #expand your horizons it's okay let's explore a world where you can do magic and not opress people in ways that affects real life #take my hand

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enbysiriusblack · 1 year

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just realised i have a habit of headcanoning characters leaving the wizarding world and magic behind them...

mary macdonald, lydia pettigrew, draco malfoy, remus lupin, andromeda tonks, etc.

#why is that a pattern of mine?? its a strange pattern to have but i have no clue why the idea is just so appealing #mary macdonald leaving due to the war and not wanting to be involved she fully leaves magic behind until she has dean thomas #so she comes back for his benefit only to take him to get school supplies and the train and make sure he's not too overwhelmed with magic #lydia pettigrew getting pregnant during her time at hogwarts and dropping out since she wasn't having a good time anyway #she misses having a muggle life and although not fully leaving the wizarding world and coming back for peters sake but again not that much #draco malfoy leaving after the war is over and his family is ruined. he leaves everything behind and starts going to uni #only remaining in contact with his mother from the wizarding world. (ive got a whole thing about this by the way.#i dont like draco but i like gay ppl and redemption arcs so gave him t (he's gay with his uni flatmate not harry if thats what you thought #remus lupin briefly leaving after halloween 81. he sorta just stops going to the wizarding world or using magic and doesn't even realise #andromedas is also briefly just after getting disowned. starting her new life with ted both of them living in the muggle world #but she is still in contact with sirius and just doesn't feel safe going to places in the wizarding world at first #but after a while she regains confidence to do and starts rejoining that world (while still primarily living in the muggle world)#marauders era #marauders #harry potter #wizarding world

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carewyncromwell · 1 year

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“We blow in like a hurricane -- We kill all the good, And we hurt one another -- hurt one another... Don’t take this life for granted -- We need second chances, as hard as it is... (Come on, people, now!) Why can’t we all just get along? Do we wanna be here ten years later, Singing the same sad song? It don’t have to take our last breath To admit that we're wrong... Why can't we all just get along?”

~“Why Can’t We All Just Get Along?” by Jacob Whitesides

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Hey guys! I drew this today while being considered for Jury Duty...honestly, I’m really happy with how it turned out, especially since it’s been such a long while since I’ve drawn Charlie and Ben in their canon!

But yeah -- this is based off a scene in Year 6: Chapter 13 of the game where, after Charlie confronts MC about the Wizard in White being after them, Ben hexes Charlie and MC has to intervene. In Carewyn’s canon, however, things get a bit more heated.

The main spark behind the argument wasn’t just Carewyn keeping the Wizard in White’s pursuit from her friends, but also her pulling away from them and sneaking out of school for reasons unknown. For Charlie, who was so badly affected by Rakepick betraying his trust that he now has trouble trusting any authority figures, the fact that this person who he saw as a surrogate twin sister hiding so much from him hurt him deeply, and in the heat of anger, he said something he ended up deeply regretting later --

“More of this, then? More lies? Even after we know about that assassin now -- even though we know you’ve been meeting Jacob in secret and stopping into the Hog’s Head to meet Mundungus Fletcher and sneaking out of school to skulk around Knockturn Alley, you’re still going to act like everything’s fine? Treat us like we’re stupid -- not trust us with the truth, while expecting that we’ll just blindly place our faith in you, no questions asked? You and Rakepick are two of a kind!”

It was this that prompted Ben to swoop in seemingly out of nowhere and hex Charlie with Langlock. Unable to verbalize any spells in retaliation or even snap at Ben to mind his own damn business this is a fight between siblings, bugger off!!, Charlie made a furious move toward his dormmate, landing a punch right in Ben’s face. Soon the two Gryffindor boys were in a full-on tussle, and Mama Bear Carewyn had to jump between them and push them apart just to get them to stop. Once she’d used the proper countercurse on Charlie, the two landed a couple more verbal smacks on each other.

“What the hell is wrong with you!? I was talking to Carey -- ”

“Attacking her, more like.”

“Me being angry with Carey does not mean I was attacking her! You, on the other hand -- ”

“I did what I had to, to protect Carewyn. Something you should maybe think about doing, rather than saying stupid things -- ”

Carewyn finally had to shut down the fight by urging Ben to leave. Ben finally (rather resentfully) stepped away, but he didn’t leave the Courtyard, staying off to the side and keeping a beady eye on Charlie as Carewyn turned back to her surrogate “twin.”

“Charlie...I’m not asking you to trust me...I know how hard that is, and after what happened with Rakepick...I couldn’t ask that of you, I wouldn’t. But just...please, don’t worry. The Aurors are handling things...there’s nothing you have to worry about -- ”

“So you’re still not going to tell me the truth?”

“...Charlie...”

Too steamed to come up with a proper response, Charlie strode past Carewyn and left. Ben glared at Charlie as he went. He waited for Carewyn to walk back toward the entrance hall so he could walk beside her, but instead, the Slytherin Prefect turned her back on Ben and left in the opposite direction, out toward the grounds.

She needed to clear her head...and, more importantly, compose herself, before she let anyone see her again.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my art #art #charlie weasley #ben copper #carewyn cromwell #you'll notice the very slightest bags under carewyn's eyes #poor thing really has been worrying herself sick trying to keep her friends away from R even as she has to confront them more :'(#it's a stress ben has absolutely noticed even if he has trouble verbalizing it #hence that surge of overprotectiveness #and yeah what charlie said hurt! charlie was angry and pretty justifiably so since he was so hurt by carewyn not trusting him #I mean come on carey after everything you and your friends have been through?? it's tragic you DON'T trust them #for the record I also listened to the fray's how to save a life multiple times while drawing this

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the-flowerwolf · 1 year

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What. Have. I. Done.

Screaming, squealing, dying

If your boi doesn't call you daddy or goddess... Ladies, ditch him

#as you can see I have no personal life #HE'S SO SWEET OMG #literally asked me to marry him a few hours after we met😭😭😭#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow

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lilyevansml · 1 year

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NO BECAUSE I JUST SAW A HC THAT REMUS DIED SAVIBG POPPY’S LIFE AND I DONT THINK I WILL EVER RECOVER FROM THIS

#marauders era #remus lupin #poppy pomfrey #madame pomfrey #hogwarts #marauders hc #remus lupin hc #sad marauders hcs #poppy looking after remus all his life and remus paying it all back

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touchmycoat · 1 year

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【反派的跟班】 / The Villain's Sidekick by 奉孝男神 was fun! Main man transmigrates into a novel world where he was given all the protagonist blessings that allowed him to become the strongest most legendary dude on the continent, which he was for like a thousand years. He basically Wei Wuxians it—invents shit, gets lauded for shit, gets demonized for shit. Ultimately he's betrayed and killed by a sidekick of his as he's trying to figure out the secret to immortality.

Cue second transmigration into the same world, different body, a thousand years or so later. He's the ungifted son of the butler of a super rich merchant family from a bloodline that used to be the emperor a thousand years ago. He finally recognizes the main protagonist of the novel, now a kid, and that his own young master (the spoiled son of the super rich merchant family) is the antagonist of the first arc. There's no mission—he's just mad that the protagonist seems to have a halo and is taking his stuff, a.k.a. the legendary artifacts from him a thousand years ago that he wants back, dammit.

He proceeds to fix the ungifted body he's now in, restore his cultivation, all while vibing with the young master and teasing the young master whom he finds hilariously adorable.

#would I recommend it? alfsjkndlfkajsnd a little???#the two biggest flaws with it for me is A) the age thing and B) the whiteness #a solid chunk of the story takes place when the young master and the sidekick are both like 9 years old #there's a little ship tease but the author's very explicitly stating over and over that the MC's not having feelings for a little boy #then there's a frankly hilarious and ballsy timeskip #after which the MC's 15 and of age #which like #whatever that's fine i don't actually care about the legality or whatever #it's the fact that homie is still at least two lifetimes plus or minus a thousand years older than the young master #and I can see the young master being adorable #I can see homie developing a sense of loyalty #I can even see homie being willing to shuck his past life entirely to continue being young master's loyal servant #but what I can't see is the romance lolololol #or whatever it just doesn't really hit me in the kokoro #second thing is that THE YOUNG MASTER'S WHITE LAKJDNFLKAJSNDLFKAJNSLDF #this is the hogwarts industrial complex alkjsndflaksjdf #the world is very much cultivation meets wizardry the young master is explicitly blonde with blue eyes #I'm just like #that ain't my aesthetic bro lolololol #anyways. 6/10 would not read again but hey it was fine

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suth-sardian · 2 years

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depression <<<<<< kumardian schoolboys AU

fun fact, the school i went to had 4 houses, sapphire, amethyst, amber, and emerald (my house), how cute is that? although no one ever took it seriously; it was just the colour of the uniform you wore on wednesday

i like to imagine Kumatuya and Sardian’s school also has a house system, it’d be so much fun if their schools took the rivalry and house borders seriously and Kumardian were house traitors for being besties and then boyfies 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

also, Kumardian all-boys school rights ONLY

#stone dance of the chameleon #sdc #suth sardian #kumatuya #kumardian #sdjc 22 #day 7: schoolboys #SO CUTE #SO SMOL #I WANT TO PUT THEM IN MY POCKET #also #it feels a bit weird to post them as cute babeys after drawing them as bunnyboys in the previous one #i have nothing to say on that subject actually #Kumardian are like 100 million years old. you can do whatever you like to them #my headcanon for Tuya’s hogwarts house: first of all i don’t believe in hogwarts houses #i actually have no idea because i feel like he can fit anywhere?#i used to be pretty certain that he wouldn’t be 💚🤍 no matter what but i’m actually not sure anymore #because how do you even define ambition?#i feel like Tuya does have an ambition; it’s actually Sardian and his love and their life together #i think Sardian is probably 💚🤍 too; just because we see many of the purebloods go into 💚🤍 since they want to uphold their family’s status #and i think that does apply to Sardian as well? Sardian is very gentle & peaceful BUT he feels a strong obligation towards his house #so his life’s circumstances make him ambitious in that sense #before you ask: why didn’t i just keep a separate hogwarts theme?#i hate hogwarts houses 😭😭😭#you know that dune quote; fear is the mind killer? hogwarts houses is the nuance killer

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unfortunate-arrow · 2 years

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8, 11, and/or 17 for Georgie?

8.) Which of the seven heavenly virtues are they associated with? Do they embody that virtue or are they trying to learn it?

I’d associate Georgie with diligence. She does generally embody that virtue, and puts a lot of herself into her work and goals. This is seen the most with her determination to become a lawyer/barrister. It’s not a straight shot and she suffers many setbacks, but still continues to push herself to fulfill that goal.

11.) Land, sea, or sky? Of the realms of the world, which one does the character belong to?

Georgie would fit best in the realm of land. She tried to always be a guiding hand for those she loves, especially her younger sister, Divya (@endlessly-cursed). Despite having some inner turmoil and struggles with feeling inadequate, Georgie does present a calm and steady appearance. Only those closest to her can see how deeply hidden the sea is in her.

17.) What instrument would be used in their leitmotif (essentially their character song in this context)?

I feel like the piano would be used for Georgie. Specifically, I think a piano instrumental cover of “Time After Time” would work well for Georgie. There’s a distinct melody at the beginning that I feel fits Georgie. It’s not a perfect fit, but I do really like it for her.

Thematic OC Questions

#georgie parsons #hphl #hogwarts legacy #still not sure that i understand the whole leitmotif question #but oh well… i think that time after time works quite well when considering her familial relationships #especially the rough patches with her sister who is one of the most important people in georgie’s life

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hotchfiles · 4 months

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ongoing list of songs that give me major marauders vibes

#lari song recs #marauders song recs #this gives me being inside the train after graduation not knowing what to do with life and being lost and afraid of losing the comfort #of the love you know from hogwarts #and having your heart heavy bc of the war that its coming #knowing you and the marauders are basically one being #one entity #but that theres no guaranteed thats gonna stay the way #byeeee #Spotify

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lucyrose191 · 6 months

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OBSESSED|| J.F POTTER

Pairing; James Potter x Fem!Girlfriend!reader

Summary; It’s no secret that James Potter is absolutely obsessed with his girlfriend and he couldn’t be more in love.

Warnings; None. (Fluff.)

HP/Marauders Master List

The entirety of Hogwarts were not ignorant of the knowledge that when James Potter loved, he loved hard and he did it with everything he had in him.

They had seen it in the way he treated his closest friends and they had most definitely seen it when they had seen him pine after Lily Evans, trying with everything in him to gain her affections.

However, after at least a hundred hairline cracks to his heart it was important to make the decision to move on from the red head before his heart broke in two.

It was hard to believe that the Potter boy had truly decided to put the red head behind him, even his friends weren’t really sure they believed him but it just so happened that the boy was telling the truth.

He no longer put on grand performances professing his love, no longer sent gifts via owl flying through the Great Hall and no longer tried to ask out Lily on a date.

Instead he took time to focus on himself, his studies and his friends.

It turns out that when your entire focus is simply on the girl you thought was the love of your life and pranking others it could really affect a person’s grades and so when Minnie had suggested the idea of a tutor he happily agreed with her, he wanted to prove that he really was serious about his studies and his future, not just to his professors but to his parents too.

He wanted to be more than a spoilt, rich boy that got handed everything he could ever need.

He wanted to earn the opportunities he was being given.

Lucky for him, he got a lot more than he was bargaining for when he walked into McGonagall’s classroom that day to find you sitting at one of the desks with your head stuck in a book, waiting for him.

Not only did his grades start skyrocketing but he found that with each tutoring session he spent with you a weight began to grow in his chest, only growing heavier with each moment you spent together.

He’d begin to look forward to seeing you there waiting for him, hair messily pulled back away from your face, eyes narrowed in concentration as you read whatever book you had with you that week, he thought you were adorable.

Slowly, he had accepted the fact that he did indeed, have a crush on you.

He approached it differently than he had with Lily though, instead of grand gestures and eccentric performances, he instead settled for subtle acts of service and innocent touches.

An entire two months he had spent sending subtle glances your way, asking innocent questions to get to know you better, strategically taking notice in the way you’d react to his minor compliments or soothing touches to try and find out if you in some way felt the same.

He thought you did, you had to, right?

He wasn’t imagining the way your cheeks would turn pink when he brushed his hand against you or the way you’d shyly refuse eye contact with him when he looked at you a certain way.

He couldn’t have been imagining it.

He wasn’t. When he eventually bit the bullet and asked you out on a date he couldn’t believe it when you had agreed.

A night spent in the Astronomy Tower with your favourite snacks as you talks for hours and watched the stars had been the start of it all.

There was no doubt about it that James Potter loved you, Hogwarts had never seen him happier.

"He’s doing it again," Sirius groaned, seeing the way James was sitting with his head rested against his palm, seemingly in a daydream as he stared across the hall at you.

It would’ve been deemed creepy if they didn’t know he was staring at his girlfriend, you.

"Leave him alone, Padfoot, he’s in love," Remus teased, briefly glancing up from the novel he was reading, it amazed him every time at just how easy it was to read the emotions swimming in his friend’s hazel eyes.

"He was never like this with Lily," Peter piped up through a mouth of pastry.

Sirius gave him a look of disgust before commenting "He doesn’t even know who Lily is anymore, there’s only two women that exist to our Prongs here and those are his mother and the girl he’s currently staring holes into."

There was no indication that James had heard Sirius’ words but he suddenly jumped up from his seat, startling his three friends. "I need to go give Y/N a hug before she forgets about me." He briefly explained before hurrying towards his girl.

"What the fuck is wrong with him?" Sirius mutters in disbelief, all three of them turning to stare at where you were now in James’ arms, looking up at him with a loving smile.

There was no lie in the saying that Potter’s only fall in life once, they just first need to learn the difference between love and infatuation.

He had been infatuated with Lily, but he was beyond in love with you.

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x you #marauders era #marauders #james fleamont potter #harry potter #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #prongs x reader #prongs x you #james potter fanfiction

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warnersister · 9 months

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Oh, how you’d changed him

Tom Riddle x Reader

Summary: how you’d changed Tom and his life for the better, and how ridiculous his previous plans seemed after that.

Tom had carefully planned out his world domination, created his alias Lord Voldemort and the horrors that would go with him. He decided that he would single-handedly take over the wizarding world by any means necessary and reek havoc amongst the weaklings that surrounded him. This; a plan he had created since he was merely a boy, determined to return what this cruel world had forced upon him - sorrow and pain.

Until he met you. To Tom, you were like a breath of fresh air, an unbeatable presence with bright and hopeful features that offered a sense of peace in his life. You had been acquaintances since first year, however had become more familiar in sixth-year potions, just as he was plotting his first horcruxes along with the basallisk attack, you had been assigned as station-partners in the early September of that year.

When your names had been read Tom quirked a brow, however was not disappointed with the testily - having duly noted your previous achievements in the subject and feeling as though you could come in handy later down the line when his domination was more of a priority than his studies, but his world came crashing down when you turned in your seat to examine him.

Tom was lead to believe that he was incapable of love. A monotone psychopathic freak lacking human emotions, yet obtaining alien abilities. It when your eyes looked him over and your hair swayed behind your shoulders, he was unable to ignore the way his heartbeat quickened and breath faltered, in Tom’s eyes you were unfathomably gorgeous and he was unable to look away, a Medusa incapable of stoning her victims.

You held your hand out calmly and he admired the way your posture was straight and head held in a confident stature. “Y/n,” you said, lips soft and plump and voice soothing and gentle. “Tom,” he replied, voice failing him as he fumbled over his words with a stutter - something having never happened to him previously. You giggled at his mistake and he found himself enjoying the sound, instinctively making it his mission to hear it once more, unable to stop the smile appearing on his lips.

Tom also appreciated your knack for perfection. Your potions never failed to exceed beyond perfection and your applause was always deserved, taken with a humble nod to your peers before you set out defying the next odds in your path.

Naturally, Tom began to gravitate towards you outside of lectures, also. He’d find himself on the path to walk you to class or accompany you to the dinner table, or beside you in the library studying beyond the librarian’s patience and working hours. Tom found comfort in your presence and allowed himself to indulge regardless of what ‘Lord Voldemort’ told him to do.

Eventually, he’d offered his arm to stroll down with you to Hogsmeade on a chilly autum day, a few weeks before Christmas celebrations would commence and the winter solstice would turn the Scottish highlands surrounding you into an awe-worthy winter wonderland. “May I accompany you to Hogsmeade?” Tom asked with a small smile, holding his arm out to you while you friends giggled and pushed you towards him. You’d laughed with him as you threaded your forearm alongside his, joining you both at the hip while you replied: “yes, you may Tommy.”

Strangely, he never felt any kind of resentment to any nickname you’d give him other than his name. He welcomed your names with open arms and answered to nearly any plausible noun that passed his lips. He even bought you butterbeer to warm your frostbitten lips, sipping simultaneously while the barmaid offered a few obvious knowing glances.

You shivered as you walked on, the many layers you had adorned on top of your skin no match for the ever-growing cold attacking Hogwarts and found yourself struggling with chattering teeth. Tom immediately removed his long coat and wrapped it around you, admiring both the chivalry of his actions and the satisfied smile on your face when your body temperature started to rise. “No, no, Tom. You’ll get cold.” You said, a reluctant whine passing your lips to which he shrugged. With anyone else, he would’ve let you freeze to death, but not you. He would die for you, freeze to death if you will. “I’m fine, I’m more concerned about getting you back to the castle without hypothermia.” He says with a small chuckle, pulling you into his side by the waist. “I guess you aren’t so cold-hearted as you make yourself out to be, Tom Riddle.” He looks down at you and considers your words for a few seconds.

“You confuse me, y/n. I’ve never felt so warm and gleeful around a person yet you never fail to bring a smile to my face. Teach me how to do that.” I instructs but you shake your head no gently. “I cannot do that simply due to the face that you do it to me, also.” You reply, each exchanging knowing glances between each others eyes and lips. He leans down and traps your lips with his own, warming your body through a simple yet sophisticated gesture and from that day forward you were referred to as his girlfriend.

Of course, however he had also come clean about his upbringing and eventually the chamber and the basilisk. He had told you he was conceived under the influence of a love spell and believed that he was incapable of loving until he had met you. You laid on his bed as you talked; his head on your chest while you weaved your fingers thought his chestnut locks and listened to him. “I read a while back now about a recently investigated muggle issue called autism and it has occurred to me that you’re not incapable of love, you have asbergers Tom. I’ll read the passage to you later.” And all of a sudden all of his unjustified emotions and troubles made sense and he could finally find an unknowingly lost sense of peace within himself knowing what truly made him into the Tom Riddle he was.

When he took you into the chamber he’d told you all about his plan for domination and his large magical snake and how he had a few followers and you never judged him once. If anything you thought it was impressive that he yearned for revenge instead of acceptance but reasoned that perhaps an oversized snake and a killing spree were not the solutions he was searching for. The basilisk lived shrunken to normal size in a glass cage beside his bed after that.

And as the time went by and your relationship flourished, Voldemort seemed more like a past phase than a goal and was more focused on the life he going to create with you. He called his ‘followers’ pathetic and told them to get a life when they questioned his authority over their devotion.

Eventually, it came time for you to graduate and Tom’s hand was tightly clasped in your own as you looked at the castle for a final time. You were silent, acknowledging the end of this era and slowly coming to terms with it. After a while, Tom scoffed. “World domination.” He said with a smile shaking his head. “Who’s ever heard of such a thing?” He turned and picked up your bags along with his own. “Ready to go, darling?”

The two of you had shared your own compartment on the train ride home, others finding their own cubbies as Tom scared them off from sitting with you. Your head was rested on his shoulder as he read a muggle book to you that you had bought the previous summer ‘the great gatsby’. It was a deep and considerate book and made you think about your future, also.

“What’re we going to do now?” You ask out of the blue, interrupting his sentence as he simply closes his book and looks down at you, your face deep in thought. “Well,” he hummed, thinking for a moment. “We’ve booked that cottage in the Peak District for a few weeks, how about we think it all out then?” And you nod. “Sounds like a plan then.”

The next few weeks were spent waking together in the high peaks of the muggle countryside, simply talking and appreciating one another’s company and plotting your lives.

“Is it bad that I want to stay here forever?” You ask him, looking out at the sunsetting one warm winter evening. Tom thinks thoughtfully before saying “if it is then it’s bad that I want to stay here too.” As a pureblood witch you were born under the believe that muggle life was pointless and undeserving, and as had Tom - but together you realised you preferred the quiet and solitary, and not needing to use magic to do everything all of the time. It was a change. And it was nice.

One morning mid-august Tom was reading the newspaper and you were making you both toast. “Someone’s selling the property up the street.” He says and you sip on your drink and look out of the window. “What? The old farmhouse.” “No, the one with the long drive and vines up the side.” You sigh dreamily. “Oh, if only.” You say with a chuckle. “Darling we can afford it.” Tom says and you stay in silence for a moment, sharing the thoughts weaving through your minds. “It wouldn’t take up a large chunk of our savings.” He drops his reading glasses to the end of his nose and smirks. “We’re rich in muggle terms.” You laugh and shake your head at him. “You’re so humble, Riddle.” He stands up and slides his hands around your waist to hold you close as you share the view of the house in question. “We’re buying it.” He spoke after a while, finalising his decision. “What happened to the ‘I hate muggles and never want to be amongst them’?” You ask, turning to him with a cocked brow. He just shrugs. “They were Voldemort’s views. Not mine.”

Matter several months going back and forth with the previous owners and settling on an asking price, you were standing in front of the house- your house, beside tom, exactly how you had when you were leaving Hogwarts. “This is our house.” You say, not taking your eyes off of the scenic view before you. Tom takes you into his side and rubs your arm comfortingly before kissing your temple. “Our home.”

Tom became an Auror, acting as an undercover wizard in the muggle setting catching and reporting any source of dark or unrightfully used magic. You took up being a healer, training in the wizarding world but practising in your home village, being known as a respectable young doctor who all the elderly or adjacent citizens resided in to get treatment - and anything you gave them always worked.

It was a spring morning when you were down at the bakery picking up a loaf of bread for your dinners. “How’s that fella of yours?” The lady asked with a smirk. “Oh Tom’s fine, just left for work.” “Popped the question yet?” The old woman asks, elbowing you slightly. “We’re only twenty Agatha!” You say with a laugh. “Well, Arthur and I were married when we were nineteen.” She crossed her arms. “I thought you were telling me how much you hated him?” You laugh. “Oh he gets on my wire, but we were still married!”

That left you with the thought in your mind for the remainder of the day - you’d decided that Tom Riddle was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and then some.

In February you both took a trip down to the Lake District and rented a boat house with a large lake, your jobs and ‘trust funds’ inherited from family members allowed you to do this rather frequently and easily, nothing out of the ordinary to take a trip for a long weekend.

It was at sunset, rather early due to daylight saving hours when you rowed out onto the lake to just sit in tranquility for a little while, appreciating the quiet time together. You’d rose to your feet, sure that you had seen an owl fly by and when you turned around, Tom was on one knee, box in hand. In the box, the ring of Salazar Slytherin himself with a bunch of roses in the other.

“Agatha told me today is Cupid’s holiday.” He say, voice just beyond a whisper as a smile grew on your face and tears formed. “You know, until I was sixteen I was asphyxiated with the idea of taking over the world, finding a victim to take the pain that I felt. But those silly little thoughts were gone when I met you, the only person I live and breathe for. I never thought I could, however I love you, yn ln. And it would do me great honour if you would be my wife.”

You’d kissed and hugged him and wept into his shoulder as you happily embraced - ready to start the rest of your lives together. There were no other young women in the village and your parents had practically alienated you when you went to live with muggles so the ladies who attended your doctors practise took you shopping for your wedding dress - Tom insisted on paying.

Dolly was brutally honest and Susan started crying, Agatha kissed you and called you her daughter and it was certainly a day to remember - a gorgeous fitting dress, white and highlighting your features gracefully.

You’d gotten married in the village church, an audience of your neighbours and close friends and a few companions from school, Agatha was your maid of honour and Greta your flower girl, gleaming smile on her face while her husband rolled her down the isle in her wheelchair while she sassily threw rose petals. And Dumbledore was sat in the front row, a smart suit on while he smiled at the man the little evil boy turned out to be, and the gorgeous woman you had flourished into.

It was a beautiful ceremony and a beautiful day. And you were now the beautiful yn Riddle.

In September, Abraxas Malfoy and his wife wanted to celebrate their wedding anniversary and asked if they would drop their son, Lucius off for the week so they could go away. You and Tom decided to take the week off work and look after him, after all, the young lad needed to be accustomed to his god parents!

One evening Lucius had pleaded with you to go sit in the garden and paint together and of course you complied, taking the supplied and the young boy on your hip, and headed for the grass to make a mess. And make a mess you did, there was red in your hair and blue on his white libel shirt, and hardly anything on the page. Tom watched from the window sipping on a cup of tea, watching as you interacted with the young boy so naturally, tickling his stomach and laughing as you played hidey-boo. It created an odd twang in his stomach, the same he had felt when he had first laid eyes on you.

One day when the boy had been reunited with his parents, Tom had been sent on a mission to retrieve an escaped boggart. During his time at Hogwarts, his biggest was recognisably his own dead corpse, but when he approached the creature, it’s form was your grave with him sat looking deathly ill beside it weeping. Your headstone read ‘a loving wife and doctor, no children’ his stomach dropped when he realised what he needed. What he needed right now.

He got home that night and held you close and cried, feeling you warm and full of life. You caressed his shaking body as you soothes him, and when he had calmed he had taken your face into his hands and cradled it, telling you suddenly “yn I want a baby.”

Throughout your pregnancy, Tom was tender and reluctant to let you move without him being beside you. He became more protective than he already was an even took an extended paternity leave just before your due date.

Prior to that however, he worshiped you like a goddess. He would make you decaf tea - something you grumbled about but he refused to listen. He stopped smoking his pipe inside the house, instead taking it to the end of the garden while he and Mr Garson next door chatted about his wife and you. He made you lay on the settee and sat on the floor beside your growing stomach while he read old wives tales from a book inherited from his mother. He even sang to it once or twice. After the sixth month mark when your belly was becoming noticeably plump to the point you could rest your tea cup upon it without it falling off, he began carrying you everywhere. Regardless of how far the distance, and the fact you were carrying another human, he acted as though you were a feather that needed assistance and carried you the way he did on your wedding night.

When you took your own maternity leave, he was even more pleased - before he’d sit beside you in your doctors office and never took his eyes off of you, now he needn’t a reason to why. In his eyes, his love was pregnant and needed tending too. He’d shower with you and lift your stomach until he saw the face of satisfaction he knew well and loved. And he’d be lying if he said the breasts you were growing didn’t make his mouth water, as well as the fact there was a possibility that he could impregnate a pregnant woman - a thought that drove him wild but alas after many attempts, it was eventually an unsuccessful mission.

And in the next July, Tom was sweating as he held your hand and felt a great pain as you cried in agony beside him. You were in a muggle hospital, Agatha had awoken in the middle of the night and heard your pained cries and ordered her husband, Mr Garson to drive you to the hospital which he did, adjusting his thick-lenses on his glasses and having to be awoken a few times at the wheel from Tom’s furious barks, but you made it on one piece, and at quarter to ten, you produced him a son, deciding on naming him Mattheo Riddle.

After giving him a bath, the midwife’s tried to take him away ‘give you a break’, but you refused. Groggily saying “I’ve only had him ten minutes why would I need a break.” And Tom soon shooed them off, getting into the bed beside you and holding your son skin-to-skin as he slept on his fathers chest, and you on his shoulder. When you drifted off he kissed the top of your head gently and whispered sweetly “well done, mummy.”

Tom was determined to be the father he didn’t have. And a good one at that.

Mr and Mrs Garson cried when you asked them to be the godparents, you would’ve appointed the role to everyone in this village if you could - your own little family larger than it seemed.

The newborn stage went by awefully fast and you and Tom self with every hurdle and hiccup together, all the nappies and sick, and the 3AM walks when baby Matty would not settle. It was gone and soon you had a walking talking toddler of whom you were both awfully proud of.

The chilly autumnal eves suddenly turned into even colder winter morns, Christmas was making its rounds in the muggle world and you and Tom had became accustomed to it. You decorated the tree, hung candles, sung carols, gave presents and ate specialty meals on the 25th. Tom sat in his armchair, Mattheo on lap, reading glasses down to the end of his nose as he read A Christmas Carol to him.

You were making dinner, Mince Pie was on the menu that night in particular, and you smiled as you notice the snow falling. You wiped your hands and leant against the doorframe watching your two boys in awe, just memorising the picture for a moment. “Are you alright, my love?” Tom asked, smiling up at you. “Just admiring the picture.” You say, mirroring his grin. Then you turn to your son. “I’m awfully sorry to interrupt, master Riddle. However, so I do believe it is snowing.” He gasped dramatically when he heard the news. “Snow! But we’re reading! But snow!” You both laugh at his dilemma then suggest “how about we eat dinner, then we’ll read out in the snow and make a snowman.” The young boy squeals in delight and runs to the dining room to eat, sitting ever so patiently yet with an impatient smile on those cheeky lips.

That evening you built a snowman, read the last part of the book, and put your son peacefully to sleep in his bed after singing ‘Silent Night’ to him. You and Tom basked in the sight for a moment, just taking in the calmness of the setting.

And as Tom looked down at you, he thought of how you’d changed him.

*scoff* Lord Voldemort, who’d ever heard of anything so ridiculous?

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