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Hello?

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Black!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Request: N/A

Summary: Neville and (Y/n) get high together often.

Warnings: drugs( weed lmao), swearing, making out

A/N: This was based on the specific lyric below from Hello? by Clairo ft Reji Snow. Pothead confident Neville is my favorite headcanon dfregfefe. I also felt like writing for Neville bc after reading a lot of @lxngbottom‘s fics I was DEEPLY inspired.

“Are you into me, like I'm into you?

Do you wanna do the things I wanna do with you?

You're so close, and yet so far

I wonder how you look when you're in the dark”

The Weasley siblings all found themselves in absolute bliss when their parents told them they were going on a getaway. Apparently Arthur had learned about muggle spas and thought it’d be a lovely idea to take his wife to one for a much needed vacation after many years she had been caring for her children (and sometimes their guess) without barely any breaks. The gaggle of gingers all found it to be quite a wonderful idea too, but for other reasons. Although they had varying reasons of why they were excited for their parents to leave the house, Ron’s being wanting to invite over the other ⅔ members of the Golden Trio, Ginny wanting to wear that skirt that her mum always told her was ‘just a tad too short, dear’, and lastly Fred & George wanting to try out new and exciting inventions there was that one thing that tied them all together: wanting to get blazed out of their fucking minds.

However, as quickly as that mischievous glint formed in all their eyes, their mother said something they all dreaded.

“Oh and by the way, we’re leaving Percy in charge!”

A collective groan was shared as the boy in question held a proud and cocky smirk that once again, he was the most trusted out of his siblings. However as per usual, Fred and George were not giving up that easily.

“What are we going to do?! You know Percy will rat on us!” Ron whispered yelled at the other three through gritted teeth. They all sat around the quaint little living room, distressed at what to do. Ron had already sent a text (is that what they were called? He wasn’t used to the muggle technology (Y/n) had got them all to use) to both Hermione and Harry telling them to pack their bags. He’d never live it down!

“Oh relax dear brother of mine! Me and Freddie here suspected something like this would happen so we came prepared. Right Fred?” George said with a smirk as he looked to his twin to the right of him. George nodded before pulling out an envelope.

“Exhibit A also known as ‘Blackmail dear Percival Into Leaving the House for the Summer.” he grin grew wider as he opened the envelope pulling out the photos. In the photos, Percy was shirtless during a party in the gryffindor common room. He had a half drunk bottle of fire whiskey in one hand and a blunt in his other which was held to his lips. “Wouldn’t it be a shame if dear ol’ mum and pop anonymously got pictures of their golden boy doing such awful acts?” he cooed, feigning a voice of disappointment.

“While you two idiots may not be helpful for jack shit else, leave it up to you to have a plan to get into trouble.” Ginny said rolling her eyes, a small smile forming on her face. “Well I guess that’s settled then. I’ll hit up (Y/n), Ron you hit up Nev and tell him to bring the loud. Lots of it too!”

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That’s how they all ended up where they are currently. ‘Exhibit A’ was more than enough to get Percy packing his bags and leaving for a friends house after their parents had left. And of course, Hermione, Harry, (Y/n), and Neville had all shown up at the Burrow bright and as happy as ever.

Although many people dealt around Hogwarts, Neville’s weed was always the best. He grew custom strains which were infused with other magical plants that had all sorts of properties. You wanted it to taste and smell like cheesecake? Done. Something odorless that packed a mean punch? Also done. He took good care of his product and went through the precautions to make sure it was not only safe but also that he didn’t get caught. He wasn’t always an avid weed smoker though. Originally, a friend had suggested it to him to help with his anxiety which had increased over the years but eventually it became less of an anxiety reducer and more of a favorite pastime. And hell, it left him with a pretty fucking nice amount of galleons in his pocket. It was also how he had met her.

He looked up at her form as she sat across the shed, looking as radiant as ever. She was laughing at something but he didn't know what over the sound of the music. One of his favorite things about her was how beautiful the whiteness of her smile was in comparison to her rich brown skin. It drove him absolutely nuts. It had only been a few weeks since he last saw her but as usual there was something new about her appearance.

He let his eyes wander over the work of art that was (Y/n). Her hair was different, her usual shoulder length black box braids had been swapped our for a beautiful set of honey blonde faux locs that stopped at her waist. In addition to her septum, she now had a nose ring on the left side of her nose and- was that a smiley piercing? Her skin was glowing vibrantly under the different hues of gold of LED lights that corresponded with the music. His eyes shifted down to her chest. 'Hm, she finally got the other one pierced' he noted due to the fact that her crochet bikini top left only the best bits of her breast to the imagination. And then he got to his favorite part. Her legs. Her supple, plush, smooth as glass legs. This wasn’t the first time he had stared at them longer than needed. He couldn’t help it, they were so fucking thick. And, were those his shorts? She must've stolen them from him last smoke sesh. He didn't mind though, she pulled off those denim shorts well and they hugged her in all the right fucking places.

“Bloody hell Nev, what’s taking you so long to roll the joint? Are you already that gone?” Ron groaned as he threw his head back. Neville looked down at the half rolled blunt in his hands, continuing to lick and roll it skillfully.

“Shut up Ron, just hit the fucking bong and leave Neville alone. Ol’ dramatic ass.” there was that honeysuckle voice he loved. God he could listen to her talk for fucking hours. I mean he had before. Her voice was sweet in the center and rough around the edges, a thick american accent still prominent in her voice. He smiled at that, looking up at her to find her already looking at him. As he continued to roll, he licked a fat strip on the wrap before shooting her a wink.

“Thank you, petal.” he murmured quietly knowing she hadn’t heard as he looked back down at his hands finishing up. He grabbed the same lighter that he carried with him everywhere before lighting the end. As he was about to take a hit, a certain pair of gloss coated lips leaned over his shoulders taking a hit as she wrapped her arms around his upper half.

Ron groaned again in irritation. “I hate it when you get the first hit! You always leave that damn sticky shit all over the blunt.” as he glared at the girl. She giggled before crawling off the wraparound couch taking her place next to brunette ruffling his long shaggy hair. He had been growing it out recently for no particular reason (definitely not the girl to his right).

“Ron you always buggin on something, nigga shut the fuck up! That’s why when you hit the blunt you leave it wet. Ol’ soppy mouth nigga I swear to god. Share with Mione.” she retorted as she leaned into Neville’s side looking up at him. He smiled down at her before wrapping his arm around her bringing her impossibly close. They both loved each other's touch when they were high. Whenever he’d touch her in one spot, (Y/n) always felt it in another- especially between her legs. She leaned up, kissing his freckled cheek with a smile. “Hey sir, how’s my favorite doing today?” she questioned as he bent down, placing a kiss right below her ear.

“You know I’m always content when you’re next to me, flower. You don’t even have to question it.” he whispered in her ear before pulling back. She felt her face heat up as she rolled her eyes shoving him lightly. She crawled in his lap, straddling him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He instinctively moved one to her waist, stroking the smooth exposed sepia skin that was there for his enjoyment.

“You always talking some mess, Nev. Why don’t you do something bout it?” she said, motioning for him to hold the blunt up to her lips. He ignored her, looking into her eyes as he took a fat rip. He removed his hand from her waist, gripping her cheeks with it, rings digging into her skin. He leaned impossibly close as he shot gunned the smoke into her mouth. His lips hovered impossibly close to hers. ‘Finally’ she found herself thinking as she closed her eyes. However, the feeling of his soft pink lips never hit hers and she opened her eyes to find him smirking at her.

“And ruin this little game we have? Never.” He said, finally passing the blunt to her. If he had to be honest with himself, he was scared shitless. He was afraid if he actually did make that final move, jumped that final obstacle that she would be gone from his life. Sure, they made out all the time. It was normal for the two of them to get quite handsy with each other during smoke sessions but he found not even that being enough. He didn’t just wanna have his hands on her when he was high or wasted out of his fucking mind, he wanted her all the time. He wanted to sneak into each other's dorms and cuddle till wee hours of the morning. To carry her things to class for her. He wanted to live, breathe, and sleep (Y/n). But, is that what she wanted? He never knew.

She sighed softly to herself, contemplating. It was very apparent to her that Neville wanted her just as badly as he wanted her. So, why had he never jumped the gun? Did he not want more? Was he really content with this little cat and mouse game they had? He couldn’t be, she knew who he was at heart which was a romantic just as she was. She was pulled from her thoughts as she heard the familiar beat of Hello? by Clairo ft Reji Snow. She smirked at him, leaning her forehead against his as she began to grind softly on his lap.

“Are you into me? Like I’m into you. Do you wanna do the things I wanna do with you?” she sung to him softly, her (e/c) eyes meeting his hazel ones. He moved his hands up and down her body as she continued to grind her hips down on his. He let his hands travel to her ass, gripping it firmly. She leaned back slightly as she hit the blunt before returning the favor he had earlier. “You’re so close, and yet so far. I wonder how you look when you’re in the dark.” (Y/n) continued singing as kissed up his neck, nibbling at the junction of his jaw and neck. He took one of the hands from her ass, moving some of the locs that had fallen into her face. He quickly tossed the blunt out of her hand into the ashtray in the table in front of them before leaning in and kissing her with such strong intensity.

The honey blonde haired girl moaned softly, already putty in the boy’s hands. Neville always knew exactly what to do with his hands. Where to kiss, where to tug, where to bite. Anything but actually dealing with the problem between her legs. She tangled her hands into the back of his hair, matching his lip movement. As he continued holding her ass with one hand, he used his other to stroke her cheek gently. A stark contrast to the kiss they were in which was wet, rough, and fast. He trailed his tongue over her lip which she gladly accepted. Their tongues danced together lazily as sweat began to build up on both of them. She pulled away partly, a trail of spit connecting them.

“Take this dumb ass jacket off. It’s the middle of July.” She grumbled as she began to unzip it, leaving him in some muggle band shirt she had gotten him one year from the states. She leaned back in, continuing to move her hips to the beat of the song. Neville began to move his hips up to match her movements. “Oh? So you got moves now huh? Who taught you those?”

“Don’t play dumb petal, you know you did.” He responded before gripping at her neck with his ringed hand. She gasped softly, looking into his blood shot blown out eyes. The music, the lighting, his touch? It was all much too much to handle. Her senses were overloaded by pleasure, the jane in her system. He tightened his hand some, leaning in closer. “You’re driving me absolutely mad, darling. Do you know that? I’d do anything you asked me to.” the movement of her hips had stilled but he kept going. She could feel the imprint of his member through his pants. Suddenly it was the only thing (Y/n) could focus on.

“Them Ravenclaw girls weren’t lying then, huh? You packin like that Nev?” she said suddenly. She knew he had asked her something a second ago, but the weed was really starting to hit. Her brain was foggy and hazed, the only thing she could think about now was him. She took one of her manicured hands, trailing it down his shirt till she reached his crotch. She gripped it in her hands, eyes widening slightly. He chuckled softly, catching her attention.

“Don’t act so surprised. You know I used to get around quite a bit.” He said, moving so his tent was resting against her inner thigh.

“Used to?” she questioned, laying her head on his shoulder with her eyes closed. She took in his scent sighing softly. Neville always smelled like a mix of lavenders, cologne, and that loud. She knew it from anywhere, especially when she smelled it in the amortentia they brewed during potions that one time.

“Yeah I don’t really pipe girls like I used to.” He moved his hands up, embracing her close as he kissed the top of her head. “Ever since a certain pesky little American girl started making their way into my life, she’s all I could think about.” she rolled her eyes some, punching him on the arm as he began to laugh.

“Don’t fuck around like that, that shit aint even funny.” she grumbled, pouting as she crossed her arms. “I thought you had an actual answer!”

“On god that was my actual answer, (Y/n)! You asked why and I told you why. Absolutely anyone could tell I’m mad for you.” Neville said as he uncrossed her arms, holding her small delicate hands in his large ones. He intertwined their hands, her sharp acrylic nails digging into his hands slightly. “Did you know when Keaton Willis asked you to Hogsmeade, I was so mad that I wouldn’t sell to him for 3 months?!”

“But I didn’t even go with him! Me and you went together to go get ice cream, remember?”

“So?! He still fucking asked you. I’m getting heated just thinkin’ about it.” He mumbled as he looked away from her. He pulled her closer, resting his head on the top of hers. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you dating such a loser. He’s not even a good guy and he’s always fucking short with his galleons when he buys. I have to practically hound the guy for my money. Yknow what? Fuck it.” he looked up at the brown skinned girl before holding her face in both his hands. He took in her features. Her plump lips, edges laid to perfection, face ‘beat to the gods’ as she would say. “Go out with me. Be my girl, petal. I can’t bear you not being mine for another second.” he said. She pretended to ponder for a bit before she looked back at him.

“Depends, will I get free weed? I expect free weed from dating the weed man, you know.” she said with a giggle. He rolled his eyes shaking his head.

“You already get free weed! Don’t pretend you don’t.” he said loudly, catching the others’ attention.

“What? Nev that’s not fair! You always make me pay and we’re mates! What happened to bros befo-”

“Ron you finish that and you ain’t leavin this shed with an eye, I can promise you that boy.” she whipped her head around quickly, glaring at the boy. Ron quickly shut his mouth knowing first hand that her promises were never empty. He gulped slightly before nodding, turning back to Hermione who handed him the bong muttering something about how he looked like he needed it.

“But to answer your question, Nev baby, I’d love to be your girl. Nothing would bring me greater pleasure than doing so.” (Y/n) leaned forward, leaving a lip gloss print on his cheek.

“Well I’m glad you said yes because it would’ve been very awkward explaining to everyone tomorrow where that hickey on your neck came from.”

“Nev!”

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xreaderbooks · 3 years

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Pair: Draco Malfoy x reader, Harry Potter x sister! reader, Platonic! Cedric Diggory x reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: curse/swear words, fluff, soft Draco

Summary: You and Draco have been in a secret relationship for 2 years already and he wants to go public but you don’t think that your brother is ready.

Masterlist - part 2

If he were to ever find out; you would be dead. Or maybe he'd be supportive. It's always important to remain optimistic in situations like this, But then again how many people can say they are put in the position where they fall in love with their brother's enemy. Knowing Harry he'd probably be understanding, maybe, who were you kidding the rivalry between Harry and your boyfriend have been going on for years now and Harry would only ever see Draco for his past mistakes and... the more recent ones. The only reason he continues to bother your brother anymore is to keep up the charade of hating him. In reality he actually doesn't mind Harry anymore, at least that's what he tells you. In the end it'll all be worth it.

You were nervously wringing your hands as you were walking towards the room of requirements to meet your secret lover. You wanted Draco to ask you to be his date to the yule ball and publicly announce yourselves as a couple, you was tired of sneaking around and pretending to fake fight in front of your brother and your friends. You wanted to hold his hand as you walked through the halls and have him walk you to classes and sit next to you in the ones you did have together. You wanted him to kiss you good morning when you see each other in the great hall for breakfast and kiss you good night when you go to your respective dorms or houses. It was exhausting having to come up with excuses to see each other and hard trying to come with reasons to argue in front of people when all you wanted to say was that you loved him and thought he was perfect.

In the moments where girls would come up to him and shamelessly flirt with him because, for all they knew, he was single, You just wanted to come up to him right in front of the other girl and show that he was yours, and you were his. Unfortunately, Draco just had to go and mess things up without knowing the trouble it'd bring for your relationship. Not that you knew you would fall for each other.

Now you were trying to find a way of asking Draco to the Yule ball. For a year and a couple of months already you've been hinting at exposing yourselves and let everyone know you're a couple. However, every time you tried to make an actual conversation of it Draco would deflect and change the conversation or would shut down the idea completely. You knew it was scary and Harry's opinion mattered to you, way more than she'd care to admit but she loved Draco and wanted everyone to know it.

The room of requirements appeared itself to you; your reoccurring meeting spot. The anxiety of rejection making your palms sweat a little.

"Hello, My love." He leaned down to kiss you. "How were your lessons?"

"Boring as usual, I zoned out in Mcgonagalls class and of course she noticed and called me out." You huffed plopping down on the sofa that always appeared in the room. The room of requirements always showed up as a living area with a fireplace and couches with an assortment of fruits, snacks, and drinks. Sometimes even a bed for other times... "I had no clue what she was asking I guessed but I still got the question wrong. It was so embarrassing."

You let out a sigh. "Anyways how were yours?"

"The same as every other day, I missed you." He sat down next to you, pulling you closer to him so that you sat between his legs as he played with your hands. Your heartbeat sped up at his touch also knowing you had to bring up the yule ball. You inhaled and decided it was now or never. "Draco, How would you feel if we went to the Yule ball together?"

He got up, loosening his tie a little. You got up from the couch knowing where this was going.

"Y/N I don't think it's such a good idea." Your cheeks began to heat up with anger. You've been together for almost two years now and he wanted to reject You? Your mind was racing with all the bullshit excuses he would use, all the excuses he would bring up you were ready to rebuttle. Now your insecurities began to creep up. What if there was someone else? What if he was embarrassed by you?

"And why not?" Your voice raised a tiny bit, you tried to keep it in check to not start a screaming match.

"It's not safe for you, My father-"

"Screw your father Draco, When are you going to stand up to him?" She rolled her eyes.

"He hates your brother and if he finds out we're together who knows what he'll do to you."

"My safety is the least of my worries. Besides I'm not scared of your father."

"Your safety is my top priority Y/N, don't you understand?" He steps closer, grabbing your face in his hands.

You remove his hands and shake your head. "I don't believe that."

"You don't believe that I care for you, after all this time." His head tilts to the side, a look of hurt flashed before his face.

"No I do, I just dont believe my safety is your top priority, you're afraid of your father and what he'll do to you as well."

"You don't know what he's capable of."

"I have an idea but I don't care."

"Aren't you afraid of what Harry and your friends would say?"

"Yes and No, They'll have their opinions but nothing they say will change how much I love you." You raise your head to seem taller somehow.

He paced around the couch. "Just give me a couple more months to introduce the idea to my family."

"I've been bringing this up for months Draco and the yule ball is the perfect way to do it."

"I know we have it but just give me a little more time." He begged

"A little more time? really?" You laugh bitterly. "I can't do this anymore."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I love you, you know that, but I want to be able to tell the world how much I love you because I can't handle seeing another person flirting with you because they dont know that your mine or other guys approaching me when I'm not the slightest bit interested." You gently grab his face pulling him closer. "It's just not enough for me. I'm tired of this."

"I love you too but I can't."

You took your hands off of his face and stepped back. "I'm done."

"What would happen if your brother knew, you think he would just step back and let us be happy?" He shouted as you began to leave. Tears were forming in your eyes. "Or your friends, they'll try to separate us and you know it!"

"Don't you dare pretend you know anything about them! I already told you I don't care if they don't approve." You turn back to argue. "You're not even afraid of my friends, you're afraid of what your little pureblood buddies will say."

He stayed silent, you could tell he was trying to bite back his tears. "You're a coward, We obviously didn't think this through in the beginning." You look down refusing to show that you were about to cry.

"I-" You interrupted. "No Malfoy, I think I know what you want, its all clear now." You back away from him. "These past few years were amazing but I can't keep us a secret anymore. I think we need time to ourselves."

You walked out of the room of requirements with warm tears streaming down your face, but he wasn't going to let you go that easily. He ran after you shouting out your name in attempt to catch your attention but you didn't turn back.

Draco noticed Harry has approached you, engulfing you in a hug. "Y/N what happened?" Harry met Draco's eyes. "What did Malfoy do to you?"

"Nothing." You tried to force Harrys attention elsewhere. "I was just being emotional, you know? and I kind of just broke down in the wrong place."

"C'mon lemme walk you to your dorm."

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It was breakfast time a couple days before the Yule ball. Since the argument with Draco, Y/N has been attempting to lift up her own spirits. Trying to convince herself that she was an independent person, she didn't need him. Besides, he seemed to be getting along fine without her now.

In Draco's mind however he was anxious to be with her again. He was sure she was going to get over it and come back to him in no time. This was an ongoing argument between them anyways and her and Draco always came to an understanding.

At least that was his thought process before he overheard a group of girls gossiping about Cedric Diggory. They were talking about a girl who they thought the popular Hufflepuff would ask the upcoming ball. Normally he'd be uninterested but Y/N's name was brought up to conversation. They were rating if they'd be a good pair and if she was even good enough for Cedric, as if they had any right to. Dracos mind became wrapped in jealousy. 'Prick' he thought. He never had any bad blood with Diggory til now when he suddenly showed an interest in Y/N. He couldn't stand the idea. He also thought that if he were to show up with a date you'd also be infuriated and come crawling back to him. And he knew just the person to ask.

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Later when everyone was in Snapes class writing down notes, Hermione next to Ron who was next to Harry. You were across from Hermione. Ron was complaining about not having a date to the ball. "This is mad, at this rate we'll be the only ones in our year without dates." He said, while Snape was walking by and he snapped Rons head to his notebook.

He continues and leans towards Harry and breathes out a laugh as he says "Well, us and neville."

"Then again he can take himself." Harry laughs along.

You and Hermione share a look. You rolled your eyes and continues to do your work as Hermione tells them that Neville already has a date.

"Oh now I'm really depressed." Ron whines.

On the other side of the table Fred sends a note to Ron telling him to find a date before all the good ones are gone. Whatever that's supposed to mean.

"Who are you going with then?" Ron whispers to his brother. In response Fred chucks a paper ball at Angelina Johnson. Who looks annoyed when she looks back at him.

"Angelina-" Fred mouths while pretending to dance. "Will you go to the ball with me?" She agrees and Fred winks back at Ron.

Ron then leans towards Hermione starting off the conversation with "Why Hermione, You're a girl." 'Honestly Ron' you thought 'This boy couldn't be any more stupid.'

"Oh well spotted" she retorts. Harry taps Ron on his arm to warn him that snapes coming their way but its too late. Snape slaps Ron on his head with a book as well as harry and walks off, reading someone's notebook.

"C'mon it's one thing for a bloke to go alone, for a girl it's just sad." Ron makes a 'sympathetic' face at her.

"I won't be going alone because believe it or not someones asked me." She slams her book closed, hands it to Snape, walks back to respond with "And I said yes" she whisper shouts as she leaves.

"God Ron, you're such an idiot." You say.

"How was I supposed to know?"

"You could've said it in a better way, is all I'm trying to say." she puts her hands up in surrender.

"Well, what about you (y/n)?" He says suggestively. "Any eligible bachelors worthy enough?"

"No but I'm definitely not going with you."

"Why not?"

"Because she's my sister" Harry gives him a face as if it was obvious.

"Exactly it'll be embarrassing if I go with you-" You notice how he looked down. "It's not you, well, it is." You couldn't find the right words without making him feel worse. "It's just that if I go with you, it'll seem like I couldn't get a date of my own so I had to go with my brother's best friend type of thing."

"You understand don't you?"

"Yeah whatever" He responds and changes the subject.

~~~

The same topic is brought up again later that evening when you hung out with Harry in the Gryffindor common room. Nobody would shut up about it so you left. You were reading a book, trying to study for a defense against the dark arts test and you did not wanna get on Moodys bad side so you didn't see when you bumped into someone.

"Oops sorry, wasn't looking where I was going." You wanted to finish your last sentence before you looked up and saw that it was one of the champions. Cedric Diggory. You also recognized him from the quidditch world cup/port-key incident that happened before school. You didn't formally meet.

"No worries." He smiled. "You're Harry's sister, right?"

"I'm (y/n)." You put your hand out for him to shake. He shook her hand, "I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to properly introduce myself, I'm Cedric Diggory."

You chuckled and nodded your head. "I know."

He tilted his head then realized he was practically famous around Hogwarts now. "Right." He smiled again.

"Excuse me, Ive got to go, it's almost curfew and I definitely don't want to get caught out."

"Don't worry about it, I'm a prefect. I could walk you to your house if you'd like?"

"Sure" You accepted his offer, not being foolish enough to walk around without the proper authority to get you out of trouble.

~~~

After that night with Cedric, You had spent more and more time with him. It would always be a coincidence that you'd meet. In classes they never knew they had together, walking beside each other in a rush to get to any of their meals, etc. the only times you would both see each other on purpose was in the halls talking to your friends and going to say hi to one another or when you went to wish Cedric luck. You were friends, you thought it was a nice change hanging out freely with someone instead of sneaking around. And just hanging out with someone other than Draco in her free time in general. Not that you didn't still love him it was just nice.

What you didn't know was that the platinum haired slytherin saw every interaction. Every laugh, every smile, every that was innocent in the eyes of everyone else; was criminal in Dracos. He was pissed so as revenge he decided to make his "relationship" with Pansy more public in an attempt to make you jealous. His plan was futile since you weren't paying the slightest bit of attention to him. Or so he thought. You saw every interaction that he and Pansy had and tried to play it off cool, not let him see how much it affected you. He made his decision and you broke up with him, you can't claim him anymore.

The day before the Yule Ball came quick, you were walking around the lake and Cedric came running up behind you.

"(y/n)! Wait up!" He waved you down.

You turned around "Hey Ced" you smiled. "what's up?"

"So the balls tomorrow..." He suggested

"yes..." You urged him to continue, a slight smile was playing on your lips

"Would you- and I know this is an odd question to ask but I do think we've been getting closer..."

"Oh get on with it!" You yelled

"Would you like to go the ball with me?"

"Yes, Yes I would." You laughed, he let out a breath of relief and hugged you.

"Oh thank Merlin, I thought you were also going to reject me."

"No way somebody rejected you!"

"Remember that girl I told you about?" you nodded, "Cho said she already had somebody else."

"I'm sorry Ced" You rested your hand on his shoulder in sympathy.

"It's alright (y/n), now I get to go with somebody better." He playfully pushed you. "Hey! I just realized I was your second choice, you twat!" She joked and pushed back.

"I will never forgive you for this Diggory!" You said dramatically pretending to swoon. He played along, grabbing your hand, pulling you closer to him. "Oh, how must I redeem myself."

"It cannot be done" You continued the act by pretending to ignore him.

"How about butterbeer on me?" You glanced at him. "Done."

"Cool, I'll meet you at the stairs by the great hall before the ball starts, remember the champions walk and all that."

"Alright."

~~~

You were nervous as you walked down the steps to the great hall to meet up with your date. It was a magical moment, he had his back to you. He hadn't noticed you were coming down until Parvarti Patil pointed you out. He turned around and grinned, reaching out a hand to help you from the steps.

"You look stunning." He complimented. A light blush spread on your cheeks as she thanked him.

You joined the other champions in a line with their dates. You saw Hermoine and Victor Krum together, in your mind you applauded Hermoine for scoring a date with the Durmstrang boy. During the ceremonial dance, the champions had to do with their dates you secretly tried to look for Draco through the crowd of students who were watching, but you couldn't find him. ' With Parkinson' you thought bitterly.

When people started to join in on the dancing with their partners you decided to excuse yourself to get a drink and hopefully cool the rage you felt when you thought of Draco and Pansy together. 'They were probably in a broom closet snogging' you internally rolled your eyes at that. Cedric came looking for you a little while after, asking if you were alright. "As good as I can be." You responded.

Cedrics brows furrowed. "What's wrong? Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?" he asked panicked, "No, no you're great." You sighed. "You're practically perfect and I don't wanna make you think I didn't enjoy spending time with you or that you're a second choice..."

"But you'd rather spend your time with some other guy?"

"Not the way I would've worded it. But yes, there's this guy that I really like, we were dating for while actually and..." You sighed again. "Nobody knew, I wanted to tell people and he didn't so we broke up."

"And now your here with me." Cedric gave her a small smile. "Hey, listen it happens I'm glad we're here together even if it's just as friends."

You felt your heart lift up, no longer weighed down with guilt for leading him on. He put his arm around you, you let your head rest on his chest.

~~~

The night was almost coming to end half of the students already went up to bed, the other half was still dancing the night away. You and Cedric included, you shouted and jumped and actually danced, enjoying this time. You forgot about Draco for a period of time, ignoring him as he danced with Pansy. That is until Cedric excused himself to go to the restroom. Draco came up to you with a determined look on his face.

"Ditching dates now?" You commented.

"I left her with Blaise, she'll be fine." He shrugged. "Where'd Diggory go?"

"Bathroom." You tried to be dry in conversation so that he'd leave you alone.

"You sure he didn't ditch you?" He replies with a smirk. You scoffed, "Like you care."

"Contrary to your belief I do actually care about you."

"Doesn't seem like it."

"I'm tired of this Y/N, I love you and this time away from you has made me realize how much I need you."

"Then prove it."

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vivithefolle · 3 years

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What are your favourite fanfic tropes/aus for romione?

(I’m gonna try to make my way through old asks I received AGES ago and never answered because I’m a procrastinating lump. Here’s betting I’m going to give up and play videogames all day instead.)

Oh my god, so many.

Okay so as a rule of thumb as long as it’s nice to Ron I’ll read it. I’ll read anything. I have been known to read Ron/Draco and even sacrificed my dignity and everything I stand for as a human being by reading some Ron/Snape stuff. Yes. I was THAT desperate. This is how low I’m willing to go because of sheer love for Ron.

Which means that when a fic will go “oh poor Hermione, poor Hermione who is waiting for Ron to grow up because She can see one day he could be worth it but for now he’s all dumb-dumb and inferior and doesn’t deserve Her perfection :(”, I will be judging. Judging very hard. I may not leave a comment but rest assured, my thoughts are loud enough for me. This is 2010s mentality. This is “haha I’m so like Hermione, not like other girls who throw themselves at boys, I’m so special and girl powery :)” Horribly Bad Feminism. Fuck that. We’re doing better now.

Speaking of doing better. Recently I read something about how Ron is, paraphrased, “the brute of the Trio”, spun in a positive way since he uses his strength to protect them but, but, still... please no? Just no! Just eff no with these takes about how Ron is a hypermasculine dudebro M For Manly™! No, no, fucking no! Just because he’s the Sulfur to Hermione’s Mercury and Sulfur represents the masculine component to Mercury’s feminine one, DOESN’T MEAN Ron is “the brute”! (”the” brute... seriously... who’s the more brutish one, the one who punches a racist in the face or the one who uses a torture curse as retribution for spitting on his fave teacher?)

The way I see him, Ron is a balance, a blend of feminine and masculine qualities intertwined close together. I LOVE that he can swear like a sailor but can only say “scarlet woman” or “cow” when it comes to insulting a woman. Some will probably see it as “hurr durr he sexist he doesnt think women can take it!!!!!!! >8C” but given that those are probably also the peeps who say “HE CALLE D HERMOANI A NIGHTMURRR!!!!!!! DDDDD8″ I’m gonna venture the idea that we don’t care about those folks’ biased, sexist opinions.

Where was I going with this... oh yes! Ok, so Ron can swear like a sailor yet couldn’t insult a girl to save his life. He’s strong physically but most of all he’s strong mentally (to put up with the way his friends treat him for years speaks a lot of his mental fortitude... and to top it off he comes back for more to boot! I’m not sure if that’s more mental fortitude or straight-up masochism though.) When he succeeds at things he gets a bit attention-whoreish but at the same time, you can see that when he’s being complimented he’s all unsure of himself and blushy and shy and you just, dude you can’t handle positive attention because you don’t know how to react to it I don’t know whether that’s adorable or the saddest thing I’ve seen in my life? He’s insecure but he’s always the first to cheer on Harry and Hermione when they’re doing something great, which speaks VOLUMES of Ron’s selflessness and of his actual character: to quote @peetamaellark, Ron doesn’t think “Harry is great, therefore he sucks and I hate him”, he thinks “Harry is great, therefore I suck and I hate me”. THIS is Ron. THIS is why Ron will lash out, not because he hates Harry, but because internally he hates himself and you can’t keep that sort of feeling bottled up for too long before... you got it, you explode.

I. Want. More. Fics where Hermione isn’t this ~oh dear~ Victorian damsel in distress who cries and Ron is the Big Strong Man who holds her with one arm and is stony-faced and goes “I’ll protect you”, please no that was old before it existed, let us have nice, realistic depictions of Ron and Hermione please.

Like, Hermione is more than capable of kicking butt herself. She IS absolutely nervous and scared and cries easily and that’s a vulnerability we NEED, but the fact that she can be super scared and crying but still hex her opponent into oblivion? THAT’s good, THAT’s excellent. It’s a very important message for girls, I think. “You can cry, you can be sensitive, you can be emotional, AND you can still kick butt”. And as important as that message is for girls, it’s also a very important message to give boys, because boys are socialized to “never cry” and that’s super unhealthy. I love Ron’s admiration of Hermione. I love the way Ron hesitates, the way he can be cautious when he needs to as much as he can be reckless and impulsive. I love how he shows himself to be a big softie and a sweet soul. I don’t think that makes him an “emasculated doormat” (to quote a guest I once saw on FFN), on the contrary it makes him an even better man in my eyes. You know why I love the locket scene so much? Because Ron’s tears aren’t ridiculed. Ron gets to cry about the terrible ordeal he’s been put through, and while Harry “pretends he can’t see Ron cry” because it’s more comfortable for him personally, he doesn’t try to tell Ron to “man up” or anything. His reassurance is pretty lousy but he lets Ron cry, he lets his friend be upset, and he doesn’t try to invalidate Ron’s pain. (ok, the “I thought you knew” is kiiiiinda on the way there, but it stops at that and I’m grateful for it).

I like. Seeing Ron distressed. I like seeing Ron upset and be allowed to be upset. I like to see Ron’s pain treated with respect. So when Ron is having a shit day I like to see him get a cuddle. I like seeing Ron go through horrible ordeals and break down and for his breakdown to be properly acknowledged and not turned into insensitive comic relief (ISN’T THAT RIGHT, LATTER HALF OF THE SILVER DOE????). I mean seriously, just imagine GOF, Harry sitting in the hospital wing after Cedric’s death, Molly Weasley gives him a hug and it’s all very sad and angsty. And now picture Ginny running into the room screaming “HARRY JAMES POTTER” and punching him over and over and saying “PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER MAN, PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER” then after two pages of Harry “explaining” himself to Ginny she goes away saying “aight but if you do that shit again you’ll have to answer to me” then Harry’s friends are like “damn she’s spunky huh?” and Harry laughs and everyone laughs and this is how the book ends? How would it be funny? How would it be appropriate? How would it feel like “romance”? When Ron returns in The Silver Doe, he’s been psychologically tortured (”tortured” is the actual word JKR uses, please), we don’t need him to be hurting outside as well.

I want more accountability for Hermione. More “uh hey Hermione maybe don’t do that”. More “hey Hermione you know you think of yourself as a good person buuuut yeah actually if all good persons were like you I’d be very afraid”. More “Hermione please for the love of God educate yourself”. More “Hermione sweetie I love you, but you can’t actually learn everything from books”. CHARACTER. DEVELOPMENT. PLEASE. Don’t be afraid to punch Hermione down and tear her apart the way the best Ron fics maim and torture our poor boy. Just because Rowling treated Hermione with kiddy princess gloves doesn’t mean you have to mimic her.

So when Hermione does a genuinely shitty thing let her own up to it. When Ron is a victim let him be upset and angry, even if Hermione is the one treating him badly. Just because he loves her doesn’t mean he’s not allowed to be disappointed in her or that she’s entitled to his immediate forgiveness. Give Ron and Hermione equal consideration. If you’re brushing off Hermione’s actions but condemning Ron for the slightest mistake, I am sure to hate it.

Okay, uh, so, those aren’t really tropes. Those are more just, guidelines I presume.

Oh, yeah, a trope that annoys me! Ron saying “you’re mine”, “my Hermione” and stuff, and Hermione just swoons and says “yours” and shiz. Ok, once in a while, why not. Once in a while. BUTT. I WANT HERMIONE TO SAY IT TOO. “Mine”, “my Ron!” and Ron swoons and says “yours, absolutely yours”. DO IT YOU COWARDS. FUCKING TAKE THOSE GENDER ROLES AND PUNCH’EM IN THE FACE.

Oh, right, while we’re on the subject of gender roles! Dad!Ron is everything. SingleParent!Ron is mwaaah. Stay-at-home-Dad!Ron is ALKZLDSJDLQSKLFJ <3. AnimalLover!Ron is HHHHNNNGG. Remember, the small gestures, the tiniest, softest acts Ron does (helping Harry get dressed when his arm is deboned, giving Dobby his brand-new sweater, praising Ginny, Luna and Neville when they escaped Umbridge), those are often those unremarkable, unmistakeably kind and sweet actions that tell us who Ron really is at his core: not a guy who’d want power at all costs, not a guy who’d give it all for ambition, not a guy who sees people as possessions, but someone kind who wants to make others happy.

Ok, I was also asked for AUs, so, uh, pretty much every AU is game as long as Ron gets treated with respect? I mean I don’t really care for Mafia!AUs or such but if you can find a way to fit good Romione then go for it I guess. Royalty AU, yeah why not but I often see Ron being made a prince while Hermione is a poor wee servant girl and like. Uuum, we’re talking about the same characters here? Hermione the highly educated girl who keeps on walking over everyone’s toes and loudly talking about how things should be done and is definitely Nouveau Riche, Ron who is a country boy who lives on a farm and is lost in the constant shuffle of his brothers, you think she should be the peasant and he should be the royal? Whaddafack? Oh, and all the “Hermione is a Muggle, Ron is a wizard” AUs that start this way BUTT! Suddenly... Hermione... turns out... to be (wait for it!)... A WITCH! And a super powerful super talented very good one too!!!... yeah ok, yawn. It’s quite scary, actually, how often I’ve seen that plotline, but in the rare cases when it’s Muggle!Ron and Witch!Hermione, Ron never ever EVER (I mean, seriously, NEVER EVER) turns out to have been a wizard, not even a mediocre one, all along. No, when Ron is made a Muggle for the sake of AU he stays a Muggle. But when Hermione is made a Muggle she has to turn out TO HAVE BEEN A WITCH ALL ALONG OMYGAH. I can count on one hand the number of Mugglemione/Wizardron fics that actually stick to their Mugglemione premise till the end - and usually they’re one-shots. (Also I don’t mean “Ron mistakes Hermione for a Muggle because he meets her in the Muggle world and assumes he must hide his magic from her, oh wait she was actually a witch!” fics, I mean genuinely “Hermione has been raised a Muggle her whole life, never had weird things happen to her her whole life ever, then Ron comes in and is a wizard and he does magic and Hermione wonders what it’d be like to be a witch and oh surprise! Don’t worry Hermione, you won’t have to feel not-special or mundane for long, here comes the plot contrivance to tell you you really were in fact the specialest of them all!!” fics.) Fairytale!AU is cool. Very good. But honestly I like to see them swapped around. Ron cursed by a nasty fae to be a Beast and Hermione stumbling upon him? Neat, especially if you don’t go the boring route of “oh let’s just rehash the Disney/the original book with different names and call it a day”. But Hermione cursed by an asshole fae for, let’s say, not sharing books, turning into a Beast, and Ron stumbling upon her as she’s trying to survive in the woods (and not doing a very good job of it)? Yes, brava, chief’s kiss. Rapunzel AU where Hermione’s bushy hair turns into the most impractical, most suffocating improvised ladder ever for Ron? Hilarious. Rapunzel AU where Ron has A GIANT EFFING PONYTAIL OF THE GODS and is screaming “ow ow ow” as Hermione makes her way up to his window cringing and saying “sorry! sorry! sorry! (damn his hair smells good)” on every step? Equally hilarious. Go! Be creative! Please I beg of you

Creature!fics! Oh my god there’s not enough of those, at least that aren’t focused on a bullshit pairing! Soulmate AUs! Give me everything! I’ll even take A/B/O if you insist on making it Romione! That’s how far I’ve fallen from human decency I’ll take anything just give me some good Ron content please I beg of you (Ah and to those that are going to say “Alpha Ron Omega Hermione :)))” well yes, but actually no. “Beta Ron Beta Hermione”? “Beta Ron Alpha Hermione”? “Omega Ron Alpha Hermione”??? HELL YEAH NOW WE’RE TALKIN)

Oh dear god I’m still not finished and I haven’t gone through everything someone stop me.

AND NOW BE CAREFUL CHILDREN, BELOW WILL BE SMUT.

Okay I don’t know if it qualifies as a trope, but. But. A more realistic depiction of Ron is usually what I’m after. All those fanfics that have Ron be “the sexy experienced one ;)))” ravishing “naive virginal Hermione ;))” is just UGH. We spent all the 2000-2010 period having fics like this, mind adding a bit of EQUALITY to the mix???

It’s just... I hate it okay? So many fics read like they’re just projection, writers who are essentially making Ron their big strong sex toy stud who's so attentive and sweet and cherishing, and so it does indirectly ends up as "servant Ron is so devoted to his goddess Hermione, providing pleasure to her while she doesn’t have to lift a finger”. The Dom!SexGod!Ron thing honestly depresses me... Since it's Ron taking care of Hermione, AGAIN. Like, he spends his WHOLE LIFE doing that already. Can we give him a break for once?

In the endI feel that it's less "Romione smut" and more "self-inserting into Hermione smut". In "real" Romione smut I think Ron and Hermione would switch roles according to what they feel like. And honestly I ALWAYS picture Ron being super nervous during Dom stuff, like he spanks her once then immediately he goes "oh my god are you okay?? did that hurt, do you want to stop?", things like that. I cannot imagine it happening any other way. XD Ron is just... too caring, too sensitive to do stuff like hard BDSM and that kind of thing in my opinion. He’s too much of a caretaker. I understand if it’s your kink and you’re perfectly free to project and write the fic you want, I’m not the fun police, but it’s just... I don’t think that’s really what Ron would be like. I just want MORE realistic Ron.

Also I’m trying really really hard to not point fingers here but WHY is it that it’s always “Ron growled” while it’s always “Hermione whimpered” or “Hermione moaned”? Like... you know it’s okay for a man to moan or whimper in pleasure too, right? You know Ron isn’t 110% muscles and testosterone? You know Hermione is allowed to be fierce too? Hermione can 100% “growl” and be dominant and pin Ron to the wall and reduce him to a puddle of goo if you’re brave enough?

(Honestly how sexy would Ron think that is? The woman he loves is half his size yet can pin him down and ravish him. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG RON HAS WANTED TO BE RAVISHED AND CHERISHED DO YOU KNOW HE’S BEEN WANTING THIS ALL HIS LIFE)

Oooo-kay, so that’s... mostly it, I reckon. Oh also Ron has a gigantic penisraise kink (and a great penis too, but mostly a praise kink). That’s canon and that’s all.

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coolbeans32 · 2 years

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summary: during Christmas, Lyra takes her time to write letters to those she cares about as she fears that her visions will come true of her possible death. Her fear of not saying her final thoughts and words to those she loves makes her determined to make sure these letters are safe at Gringotts and ensure the delivery of her letters if she doesn’t make it at the upcoming battle.

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Neville,

Are you alright? Last time I saw you, you were in the infirmary for such a long time. I can’t believe Hogwarts has become this way. Though, I’m proud of you for standing up against the Carrows. They’re ruthless and I’m surprised they haven’t killed anyone. Well, that and probably because Mr. Egg Man wants to use us as “soldiers’” for the war. I wish things didn’t have to be like this. I miss the old Hogwarts. The one where everyone felt that they could be what they wanted to. I wish I could say safe but I mean ever since Harold came, when have we ever been truly safe?

It’s funny really. How now that he’s not here, everything is so dark and much more dangerous. How is your grandmother by the way? I know that Death Eaters are out to recruit other purebloods and hunt muggles and muggleborns. I hope you both are alright. The ministry is completely under his control and I’m wondering if St.Mungo's is as well. Probably not. What do you think would have happened if Dumbledore was still here? Or if Snape didn’t kill him. It doesn’t make sense. How could he have easily killed him? It seemed almost as if it was planned, don’t you think? If you think about it clearly, how else would Death Eaters enter if Snape was a spy for the Order? It doesn’t seem like something he would do.

I have some updates as well that are important. Gingerbread man or ginger-jealous young brother has been staying with me and my Aunt Dro and Uncle Ted. He says that Mr. I have defeated many instances of annoyance by myself and the Kings of Mischief are safe with the Library of Hogwarts. They’re on a mission and are safe. Spread the world to the DA. I would but I know the Death Eaters are likely to come after me especially my maniac aunt. There is no way she wouldn’t pass up a chance to attack us for being “blood traitors”.

I hope you have a decent Christmas this year. Then it's back to Hell we go. Be careful Nev, things are becoming more serious. It’s our duty to protect the little ones and muggleborns of Hogwarts. And if anything happens to me, I just want you to know how much you mean to me and that I have always considered you my friend when no one wanted to be mine. You truly are more brave than you give yourself credit for. You are a true Gryfffindor, more than me. Your parents would be extremely proud of you right now just as I am. Take care of yourself. Also, please let me know if Luna is alright, I haven’t heard from her recently.

Stay safe, I’ll see you soon.

Love,

Lyra

a/n: part 4 of my letters collection for Lyra! sorry for the late upload but here it is, more coming on the way!

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#neville longbottom #draco malfoy’s sister #draco malfoy x sister!reader

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crackspinewornpages · 3 years

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The Tragedy of King Richard III -William Shakespeare

A1S1

(I was lucky enough to see this play live back in March before quarantine and didn’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t a crumbling circus theme)

In a street in, London, Richard introduces himself and gives a monologue on what just happened, “Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York; and all the clouds that lour’d upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried.”p.687 There’s peace now that the civil war ended and his brother Edward is on the throne but he won’t join in the celebration. He is miserable and deformed, (and gives his treat me like a villain I’ll be a villain speech) “I am determined to prove a villain, and hate the idle pleasures of these days. Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,”p.688 As Edward is ill he made suggestions that their brother Clarence is plotting against him and his heir will be murdered.

Clarence then comes up to him with an armed guard leading him to the Tower of London. Richard acts shocked and Clarence protests his innocence and as his name is George (yes his name is actually George but everyone calls him Clarence) and there’s some prophecy of the letter G, Edward is convinced to disinherit him. Richard suggests Edward was manipulated by his wife Elizabeth or Shore, they are not safe and they have to stay in his favor. As Clarence is lead away Richard lies that he’ll try to set him free, then says to himself that he’ll never return and will be soon sent to heaven.

The Chamberlain Lord Hastings enters as he was previously imprisoned in the Tower by the suspicious Edward, Ricard tells him the same happened to Clarence. Hastings says the king is sick and weak and confirms he’s practically on his death bed. As Richard follows Hastings to Edward he says to himself that Edward can’t die until Clarence is dead and he’ll marry Lady Anne Neville as she was recently widowed by him and his family. (so why would she marry you)

A1S2

In another street they are bearing the previous king Henry VI in a coffin, Lady Anne Neville is mourning. Anne has it set down and laments the fall of Lancaster House (that name sounds familiar) and curses the house of York who killed her husband. That Richard’s child be deformed and that his wife be as miserable as she is. Richard then shows up (speak of the devil and the devil shall appear) and halts the pallbearers so he can speak with Anne who calls him the devil. He talks to her gently, but she curses him as a murderer and her dead husband’s wounds start to bleed again claiming his death unnatural. (apparently it was believed that a murder victim’s wound bleed in the presence of the murderer we now know that is not true and also if a body bleeds that person isn’t dead yet) Ignoring all the curses Richard praises her gentleness and beauty and she reminds him he killed her husband.

Richard claims he didn’t murder him, but it was Edward, Anne says Queen Margaret witnessed it, Richard still proclaims innocence, that the guilt is misplaced. Anne says Richard’s only place is hell but he says there’s another place, her bedchamber, he is haunted by her beauty, it was what caused him to kill Henry and Edward. (so you admit to murdering this woman’s husband) Anne says if it was her beauty then she should mar it, he begs her not to. “It is a quarrel not unnatural, to be reveng’d on him that loveth thee.” “It is quarrel just and reasonable to be reveng’d on him that kill’d my husband.”p.691 Richard says he killed him to give her a better husband, himself, she spits on him and he wonders why, (you just confessed to murdering her husband) she wishes it were poison and orders him out of her sight.

Richard claims he would rather die if she hates him, “If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, lo! Here I hand thee this sharp-pointed sword; which if thou please to hide in this true breast,”p.691 He claims again he did kill king Henry and young Edward, but it was her beauty that caused it and Anne drops the sword and orders him to get up. Richard claims to love her truer and gives her a ring she puts on and he gives a place to meet later (your murdered husband’s corpse is right next to you and this guy just confessed to it) and she leaves the pallbearers. When she’s gone Richard celebrates his victory over her, she’s already forgotten he killed her husband (despite the fact the corpse was next to her and he confessed to killing him) and he manipulated her even though she hates him.

A1S3

In a room in the palace Queen Elizabeth and lords Rivers and Grey are talking, the two assuring her the king will get well while she worries about him and the fact her son is too young and will put in the care of Richard. Buckingham and Stanley enter saying the king is doing better and he wants to make atonement with her brothers and Richard, Elizabeth doubts things will be well. Richard, Hastings and Dorset then arrive, and Richard is complaining that since he is so honest the court slanders him and spreads rumors that he said hostile things about Elizabeth’s brothers. He accuses her and her family of hoping Edward will die, Elizabeth becomes defensive that Edward only wanted peace. Richard accuses her of having Clarence imprisoned, she proclaims her innocence and says she’s been pleading for him, Rivers comes to her defense. (there’s a dying man in the next room do you think he wants to hear this)

Queen Margaret enters having heard their arguing, recognizes Richard as the one who killed Henry and Edward. Margaret finally steps forward accusing Richard and Elizabeth of causing her downfall, “A husband a son thou ows’t to me; and thou, a kingdom; all of you, allegiance; this sorrow that I have by right is yours, and all the pleasure you usurp are mine.”p.614 The two knowing she is banished turn on her, Margaret is bitter on those that ruined her life and curses everyone. Elizabeth will outlive her husband and sons, Hastings Rivers and Dorset who stood by will die early and Richard will mistake friends for enemies and enemies for friends. (pay attention to this)

Elizabeth tells her to curse herself, Margaret says one day she’ll wish for her to curse Richard and shames them. She warns Buckingham of Richard, since he isn’t involved won’t curse him, “take heed of thy yonder dog; look, when he fawns, he bites; and when he bites his venom teeth ill rankle to the death; have not to do with him, beware of him; sin, death and hell have set their marks on him, and all their ministers attend on him.”p.696 Buckingham tells Richard she said nothing and Margaret warns him before she leaves, “But remember this another day, when he shall split thy very heart with sorrow, and say poor Margaret was a prophetess.”p.696 (in the play Margaret was a fortune teller who threw her cards down from the balcony and one got stuck in the big top steamers) Nobody blames her for the way she acts and Richard takes the opportunity ask god to pardon the ones causing her and Clarence pain and Rivers calls it a virtuous Christian conclusion.

Catesby enters saying Edward is calling for Elizabeth and the others and they go leaving Richard. He soliloquys that his plans are going well and that he’s deceived everyone, “but then, I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture, tell them that God bids us do good for evil: and thus I clothe my naked villainy with odd old ends stal’n forth of holy writ, and seem a saint when most I play the devil.”p.696 (evil will always find a way to hide behind a religious façade and even the devil can quote scripture when it suits him) His two hired murderers arrive and agree to kill Clarence and Richard warns them he is well spoken and may move their hearts to pity him, they say they won’t be,

A1S4

In the Tower, Brakenbury (played by a hand puppet) asks Clarence why he looks so upset (well he was falsely accused and was imprisoned) Clarence says he had nightmares, Brakenbury wants to hear them. He was sailing to France with Richard and when he looked toward England he fell and Richard pushed him in the water and when he was drowning saw all the wrecks. Brakenbury wants to know how he had time to see all that drowning (not the point) but Clarence continues that he saw the ghosts of those he whose deaths he was responsible for including the royal family and Prince Edward calling the furies to take him to hell. (Shakespeare does love his prophetic dreams) “I have done these things that now give evidence against my soul,”-“But thou wilt have aveng’d on my misdeeds, yet execute thy wrath on me alone: o! Spare my guiltless wife and my poor children.”p.697 Clarence asks Brakenbury to watch him as he sleeps and Brakenbury soliloquys about princes.

The murderers come into the Tower and give a note to Brakenbury that says to leave Clarence to them no questions asked and he leaves. (dammit Brakenbury you had one job) Now the murderers fight over how to kill him (should have been decided before you got there and you’ll wake the guy you’re supposed to kill) and feel pangs of conscience and finally decide to beat him with their swords then drown him in wine. (why not just stab him that’s what swords are for) Clarence then wakes up and pleads with them not to kill him (see you woke him up) saying he’s innocent. Clarence then asks who sent them, not his brother Edward, he loves his brother, they could go to Richard who will reward them for his life. “You are deciev’d, your brother Gloucester hates you.” “O, no! He loves me, and he holds me dear: go you to him from me.”p.699 (oh Clarence) Clarence still won’t believe it and begs them to pity him, one says to look behind him as the other stabs him (see) and they go to drown him and hide the body.

A2S1

In the palace everyone is at king Edward’s side who calls them out for fighting and demands peace, for Rivers and Hastings to hold hands and swear love, (it was different back in the day) they do. He has Elizabeth let her hands be kissed by the others, Edward has everyone make peace and Buckingham says to the queen. “Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate upon your Grace, but with all duteous love doth cherish and you and yours, God punish me with hate in those where I expect most love!”p.700 (umm) Edward has already sent a letter of forgiveness to Clarence and now calls for Richard.

Richard plays lip service apologizing, “Among this princely heap, if any here, by false intelligence, or wrong surmise, hold me a fee; if I unwittingly, or in my rage, have ought committed that is hardly borne by in this presence, I desire to reconcile me to his friendly peace:”p.700 Elizabeth suggests to summon Clarence and Richard acts if she’s mocking him and drops that Clarence is dead. Everyone is shocked and Richard reminds Edward that he ordered his death and his cancellation arrived too late. (you told this to an already sensitive dying man)

Stanley then enters begging to spare the life of a servant and Edward condemns the noblemen for not saving Clarence from him. “Have I a tongue to doom my brother’s death, and shall that tongue give pardon to a slave? My brother kill’d no man, his fault was thought; and yet his punishment was bitter death.”-“but for my brother not a man would speak, nor I, ungracious, speak unto myself for him poor soul. The proudest of you all have been beholding to him in his life, yet none of you would once beg for his life.”p.701 (it’s called self preservation you’re the king you could have them executed for speaking out) Edward becomes sicker and is taken to ed.

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In another room the Duchess of York is with Clarence’s children, they ask if their father is dead and their grandmother lies to them. The boy doesn’t believe it and believes that their uncle Edward is to blame, the Duchess assures the king loves them. The boy says his uncle Richard cried when telling him and said to rely on him as a father. The Duchess regrets that she gave birth to him, “Ah! That deceit should steal such gentle shape, and with a virtuous vizard hide deep vice. He is my son, ay, and therein my shame, yet from my dregs he drew not the deceit.”p.702 (you sure about that)

Elizabeth enters with Rivers and Dorset following her and she’s grieving that Edward has just died and the Duchess mourns with her. The boy says Elizabeth didn’t cry when his father died and the girl says their distress was left unmoaned. They all cry for their griefs as Richard, Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings and Ratcliff enter, Richard says to stop grieving as it does nothing, (except a healthy emotional catharsis) Buckingham says to cheer in each other’s love. (two people are dead don’t tell the family how to mourn) They need to fetch the prince to London to be crowned and to make haste as there is fear of harm. They all leave except Buckingham and Richard, Buckingham worries that whoever goes for the prince and Richard convinces him they should go to Ludlow and work to separate the prince from his family.

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Two citizens meet in a street talking about Edward’s death, a third citizen comes up believing things will get worse. One says Edward’s son will reign, but he’s a child, one says others will guide him and by then hell govern well, same with Henry VI. They bring up the boy’s mothers’ family and Edward’s brother Richard, are in a power struggle. The first believes things will be well, the third doubts it, “When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks; when great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; when the sun sets, who doth not look for the night? Untimely storms make men expect a death.”p.704 (foreshadowing)

A2S4

The Archbishop, Duke and Duchess of York and Elizabeth are in the palace, the Archbishop says the Prince will arrive soon and they look forward to seeing him. A message comes in with bad news, Richard ordered the arrest of Sir Thomas Vaughan, Rivers and Grey are imprisoned at Pomfret. (smart people would see there’s suspicious shit going on and save themselves) Elizabeth cries out for the ruin of her house and family and the Duchess also wails as her husband died for the crown and her sons fight each other. Elizabeth (being somewhat smart) knowing they’re in danger takes her youngest son to sanctuary (what Esmeralda did in the Hunchback of Notre Dame) the Archbishop says he’ll help and gives Elizabeth the Seal of England. (apparently an important document I don’t know I’m American)

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In the street there’s trumpets as the Prince of Wales, Richard, Buckingham, Catesby, and Cardinal Bouchier enter as they greet the Prince to London. The Prince is suspicious of Richard as the Lord Mayor and his retinue enter to bless and welcome the Prince. Hastings enters informing them that Elizabeth and the younger prince have taken sanctuary. Buckingham orders the Cardinal to get the younger prince as he’s too young to claim sanctuary for himself. Now the Prince is with Richard and Buckingham and Richard informs the Prince he and his brother will stay in the Tower of London until his coronation. The Prince thinks of his future, “An if I live until I am a man, I’ll win our ancient right in France again, or die a soldier, as I lived a king.”p.706 Richard has other ideas, “Short summers lightly have a forward spring.”p.706 (foreshadowing)

The others return with the younger prince of York and the two word play with Richard (in the play the two princes were played by twin girls) and York says he won’t sleep in the Tower since Clarence was murdered there. The Prince claims he doesn’t fear his dead uncle and Richard hopes none that live either. (you’re really shoving it in their faces aren’t you) The Prince says, “An if they live I hope, I need not fear.”p.706 He and his brother go to the Tower. (fun fact the Tower is supposedly haunted by a ghost bear)

Buckingham asks Catesby if Hastings and Stanley can be counted on. Catesby says while Hastings doesn’t like Elizabeth, he was loyal to Edward and Stanley will follow Hastings. Buckingham suggest Richard hold a council supposedly to discuss the Prince’s coronation but actual to scheme to get himself crowned. Catesby is ordered to see if Hastings will go with Richard’s plans and Richard says to inform him that Elizabeth’s brothers will be executed the next day. After Catesby goes Richard tells Buckingham if Hastings is still loyal they’ll execute him too, and if they succeed he’ll give Buckingham the Earldom of Hereford. (almost seems too good to be true)

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Before lord Hastings’s house a messenger knocks on his door to summon him and inform him of that Stanley found out about the divided councils Richard’s planning and Stanley had a nightmare that a boar attacked and killed him. (Richard’s symbol and also sounds very familiar) Stanley is afraid and urges Hastings to flee with him but Hastings refuses to listen, “To fly the boar before the boar peruses, were to incense the boar to follow us and make pursuit where he did mean to chase.”p.707 (dude wild pigs are vicious motherfuckers) He sends away the messenger as Catesby arrives, says Richard will wear the crown, Hastings recoils and rather have his own head cut off. (hmmm) Catesby also says Elizabeth’s brothers are to die, Hastings doesn’t care but won’t support Richard, “’Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, when men are unprepar’d and look not for it.”p.708

Stanley arrives foreboding but Hastings reassures him they’ll be fine, unlike Elizabeth’s brothers. A puruviant comes as Catesby and Stanley go and Hastings gives him his purse, as he leaves a priest enters as Buckingham told him those at Pomfret need a priest. Hastings asks the priest why Buckingham is going to the Tower, (take a wild guess) he wants to stay but will return for Hastings and Hastings says he’ll wait for him. (you’re really making it hard to feel bad for you)

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In Pomfret Ratcliff is having Rivers, Grey and Vaughan escorted to their deaths. “Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this: to-day shalt thou behold a subject die for truth, for duty, and for loyalty.”p.709 (also familiar) Grey calls them bloodsuckers and Vaughan says they’ll regret it and Grey remembers Margaret’s curse. Rivers says she also cursed Richard and Buckingham and also Hastings. He prays to God to forgive the ones against Elizabeth and her sons and to be satisfied with their blood as they’re led to death.

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In the Tower of London Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings the Bishop, Ratcliff and Lovel are in council. (the play I saw had a cast of twenty and three hand puppets so it was hard to tell who was who since I’m also not familiar with English historical figures) Hastings talks about the cause of the meeting, to determine the coronation, when is it. Richard enters apologizing for being late and has the Bishop leave to get strawberries. Richard takes Buckingham aside to speak and is informed that Hastings won’t support him and they leave the room. The Bishop comes back wondering where Richard is and Hastings is suspicious. “I think there’s never a man in Christendom can lesser hide his hate or love than he; for by his face is straight shall you know his heart.”p.710 (boy you are a bad judge of character)

Richard returns angry asking what do people who conspire his death deserve, who’ve put devilish charms on his body. He shoes his deformed arm caused by Elizabeth and Hastings’s mistress Shore. (so when they found Richard’s bones they showed he had severe scoliosis that caused lop sided shoulders so why does he have a hunchback and crippled arm in the play well how else would we be able to obviously tell he’s supposed to be the bad guy) Hastings hesitates before accepting it, Richard accuses him of conspiracy and orders his execution. As all leave but Hastings, Ratcliff and Lovel, Hastings realizes Stanley was right. (you don’t say) As he’s being led away he curses everyone, “O bloody Richard! Miserable England! I prophecy the fearfull’st time to thee that ever-wretched age hath look’d upon. Come, lead me to the block; bear him my head: they smile at me who shortly shall be dead.”p.710

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Near the Tower of London Richard and Buckingham are in rotting armor as Lord Mayor and Catesby join them with Lovel and Ratcliff bearing Hastings’ head. Richard and Buckingham speak as though they trusted Hastings and he was a traitor to convince the Mayor. The Mayor leaves convinced of Hastings treachery (cause he’s a dumbass) and will tell the people. Richard tells Buckingham to go around saying Edward’s children are bastards and Edward was a bad king and he should be crowned instead. Richard then sends the others to gather allies and he will take care of Clarence’s children and the princes. (and by take care of he’s means taken care of)

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In a street a Scrivener announces he just finished a document that will be read aloud to the people denouncing Hastings as a traitor, but he can see the hypocrisy and that it’s lies. “Who is so gross that cannot see this palpable device? Yet who so bold but says he sees it not? Bad is the world; and all will come to naught, when such ill dealing must be seen in thought.”p.712 (welcome to the 21st century Scrivener here’s beer you’re going to need it)

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In Baynard’s court Richard meets Buckingham who tells him the citizens didn’t say a word on the news of the king and the princes’ bastardry and they said nothing of Richard’s coronation but a few of Buckingham’s men cheered. (I’m sure that made all the difference) Buckingham plans that Richard should act like a pious man and beguile the Mayor that the citizens want him.

The Mayor, the Alderman and some citizens along with Catesby who Buckingham sends off to tell the duke that he and the others are in a conference with his Grace. Buckingham plays up to them that Richard spends a lot of his time in prayer, but fears he won’t take their suggestion for him to be crowned. Catesby comes back with a message wondering why they all have assembled without warning and fears ill, (the duke should fear) Buckingham sends Catesby back.

Richard is in a gallery with two Bishops (also hand puppets) when Catesby returns and Buckingham points out how religious he is. Buckingham gives a speech for him to take the crown as they all want but Richard claims he has defects and would rather hide, Buckingham says the princes are bastards. “Then, goad my lord, take your royal self this proffer’d benefit of dignity; if not to bless us and the land withal, yet to draw forth your noble ancestry from the corruption of abusing times, unto a lineal tru-derived course.”p.714 Richard says he’s still unfit, Buckingham says they know he doesn’t want to dispose the Prince and he’s kind and gentle but the Prince will never be their king (sadly right about that) it will be another and disgrace his house. Buckingham and the citizens leave, Catesby implores him and Richard has Buckingham and the citizens sent for and says hell take the throne despite not wanting it and Buckingham will have him crowned tomorrow.

A4S1

In front of the Tower of London Elizabeth, her son Dorset and the Duchess of York meet Lady Anne who is now married to Richard (because she’s stupid) and Clarence’s daughter. They all came to see the princes (confusingly enough are named Richard and Edward) who are imprisoned there, but Brakenbury arrives and tells them visits are forbidden by the king to their protest. Stanley arrives and says Richard is about to be crowned, Anne fears it will lead to ruin, Elizabeth wants to die by Margaret’s curse (this sounds like an awesome song can somebody please write it) and the Duchess regrets giving birth to him. Anne reveals she cursed Richard’s wife who is now her, the women say farewell to each other and Elizabeth looks back at the Tower. “Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes whom envy hath immur’d within your walls, rough cradle for such little pretty ones.”p.716

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In the palace Richard wears the crown (all hail King Richard III King Under the Car Park (specifically the one for child protection)) with Buckingham and Catesby, Richard is gloating but doesn’t feel secure as Prince Edward still lives and wishes the brothers to be killed immediately. For the first time Buckingham hesitates to follow orders and needs time to think about it. Richard thinks he’s too weak and asks his page for someone, he names Tyrrell (name also sounds familiar…probably just a coincidence) and sends for him. “The deep-revolving witty Buckingham no more shall be the neighbor to my council.”p.717 Stanley comes with news that Dorset fled to Richmond and Richard has Catesby spread the rumor that Anne is fatally ill and will marry off Clarence’s daughter to someone stupid. “Uncertain way of gain! But I am in so far in blood that sin will pluck on sin: tear-filling pity dwells not in this eye.”p.717

The page comes with Tyrrell, eager to kill for him and Richard says it’s the bastards in the Tower and Tyrrell agrees to do I t. Buckingham returns having heard the news of Dorset and is uneasy and asks for his Earldom he was promised. (bad time Buckingham) Richard rejects him and leaves, leaving Buckingham alone. Having fallen out of favor Buckingham is in fear for his life and flees to Brecknock.

A4S3

Tyrrell returns to tell Richard the deed is done and the men he had do it are regretful after smothering them in their sleep. (ok it is rumored Richard killed the princes and their ghosts supposedly haunt the tower but there’s no proof of what actually happened hundreds of years ago they disappeared two bodies were found but it’s not proven if it’s them no witnesses or records and if they did die children had such a stupid high mortality rate Richard might not have purposely killed them and most definitely did not chop their bodies into pieces and throw them into the river to be eaten by fish) Richard hears it was carried out and the boys were buried, is delighted and offers to reward Tyrrell who just leaves. (yeah a guy that gleeful about child murder get away from him) “The son of Clarence have I pent up close; his daughter meanly have I match’d in marriage; the son’s of Edward sleep in Abraham’s bosom. And Anne my wife hath bid the world good night.”p.718 (he poisoned her or something doesn’t matter) Now he plans to marry his niece, (vomits) Catesby comes with news that Morton fled to Richmond and Buckingham returned to Wales with an army against Richard. Richard decides the time has come to get his own army and prepare for battle.

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Before the palace Margaret watches Elizabeth and the Duchess of York arrive mourning the death of the princes. Margaret sits down with them and mourns her sons Richard killed and tells the Duchess she is the mother of the monster. “From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept a hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death:”-“thy womb let loose, to chase us to our graves.”p.719 Margaret is pleased her curse is coming true and wants to see Richard’s end. Elizabeth also wants to know how to curse Richard, Margaret asks where are her husband, and children, and flatterers, Elizabeth had taken her place. She’ll leaven her all the burdens and sorrows too as she leaves for France. Elizabeth still wants to know how to curse her enemies, Margaret says reveling in loss will teach her how. (just become bitter and hate everyone it will come naturally)

A trumpet sounds as Richard and his train enter and Elizabeth curses him, “the slaughterer of the prince that ow’d that crown, and the dire death of my poor sons and brothers? Tell me, thou villain slave, where are my children?”p.720 (I just said nobody knows) The Duchess also regrets giving birth to him and Richard calls up loud music to drown them out. It doesn’t stop the Duchess and she calls him a burden since infancy, (you are not a good mother) Richard tells her to let him march on but the Duchess curses him to die in the war and the princes’ souls will whisper victory to his enemies. (well it’s no, take my life and god will give you blood to drink) “Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end; shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.”p.721 (hasn’t anybody noticed by now what they say comes true)

Now with Elizabeth, Richard has a word and proposes marriage to her daughter (also named Elizabeth seriously it’s like royals only have a list of ten names to choose from at least they didn’t name everybody Finwe) Elizabeth would rather her be a nun. For her virtue and royalty must she die, he’ll corrupt her and be slandered as she was and confesses she isn’t Edward’s daughter to save her. Richard corrects that she would be safest by her birth, her brothers were different (because they had penises) he intends more good to what remains of her family, (now being mostly just her and her daughters) he really does love her daughter and wants to make her queen of England. (you know the inbreeding of Europe’s royals is what caused the rare genetic condition hemophilia to become common and that inbreeding had a bit in starting WWI...and we all know what happened to the Romanov family)

Elizabeth sarcastically says to woo her by sending the hearts of her brothers as gifts and a letter confessing to killing her uncle and Aunt Anne, she will only hate him. “If I did take the kingdom from your sons, to make amends I’ll give it to your daughter.”p.722 Since he killed her sons he’ll quickly make her a grandmother (vomits) there’ll be happy days, her tears of grief will turn to happiness, so go tell her daughter about him. Elizabeth asks what she can say to her about a man who killed her family, Richard says it will avoid civil war and she’ll be a queen and he’ll love her. They argue as Elizabeth’s reasons are too deep and dead, Richard intends to repent, Elizabeth is finally temped by the devil, she relents and will talk to her daughter and Richard kisses her farewell. (this man is her uncle and killed her father uncles and oh yeah her brothers why would she marry a man like that)

Ratcliff and Catesby come with news that Richmond and his ships are coming to aid Buckingham. Richard has Catesby go to the Duke of Norfolk and he and Ratcliff will meet in Salisbury. Stanley comes with news, Richmond is coming for the crown and Stanley says he’ll gather allies but Richard doubts him. A messenger then arrives with news that the noblemen have armed against him. Another messenger says that sudden floods have dispersed Buckingham’s army and he’s missing, Richard orders him captured. Another messenger informs Lovel and Dorset are in arms, but a storm scattered the ships. Catesby comes and says Buckingham is captured (well that was quick) but Richmond landed at Milford, Richard leaves for Salisbury and orders Buckingham to be taken there too.

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In a room in Stanley’s house Stanley is with Christopher Urswick and tells him to inform Richmond if he revolts against Richard his son will be executed and Elizabeth promised her daughter’s hand. (sigh) Urswick says Richmond is in Wales and names the men to resort to him who are headed to London if they’re not fought and Stanley gives him a letter to be delivered to Richmond.

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In Salisbury, the Sheriff and a guard are leading Buckingham to his execution. Richard won’t let him speak to him and Buckingham starts recalling the promises he made to the royal family and betrayed. He realizes it’s All-Souls’ day and laments that he wishes to die in Edward’s time when found to be false to him and also recalls how he had trusted Richard who had him as an accomplice. (Buckingham you were the dumbest clown in the circus) He remembers Margaret’s curse, how she was right, his heart is split with sorrow and has them lead him to his death.

A5S2

On a plain near Tamworth, Richmond is marching with his forces, giving them a rousing speech and his relative Stanley sent a letter informing them of Richard’s camp and movements. His noblemen recall Richard’s crimes and how his allies only stay out of fear (look his reign might have only been two years but he was an effective legislator was popular with his subjects tried to enforce the rule of law so of course the nobles didn’t like him) and will flee the oncoming charge.

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In Bosworth Field, Richard, the Duke of Norfolk and the Earl of Surrey meet as they camp. The men are subdued and won’t rally with Richard’s enthusiasm. On the other side of the field Richmond and his men pitch tents, Richmond has a letter sent to Stanley on Richard’s side and has Oxford, Brandon and Herbert stay with him in his tent to consult on tomorrow’s business. Richard enters his tent with Norfolk, Ratcliff and Catesby, Catesby says his armor is ready, he has Norfolk choose sentinels and has apuruviant warn Stanley to bring his troops tomorrow or his son dies. (good ol threats) He orders Ratcliff to leave until midnight to help arm him.

Stanley has come to Richmond’s tent to tell him to prepare for battle early morning, he will aid him however he can but subtly as his brother (yeah Stanley is Richmond’s stepdad) will be executed. After Richmond goes to bed, “lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow, when I should mount with wings of victory.”p.727-“To thee I do commend my watchful soul, ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes: sleeping and waking, O! Defend me still!”p.728 (shut up and go to seep already)

As the leaders sleep a parade of ghosts visit them, Prince Edward of Henry the XI admonishes Richard for stabbing him and says he’ll die, “Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls of butcher’d princes fight in thy behold: King Henry’s issue, Richmond, comforts thee.”p.728 King Henry XI calls Richard out for stabbing him and prophesizes Richmond becoming king. Clarence says Richard betrayed him, for angels to guard Richmond in battle, Rivers, Grey and Vaughan tell Richmond to awake and win the day, they all tell Richard to despair and die. The two princes claim they will weigh down to ruin and shame Richard and for Richmond to sleep in peace wake in joy, be guarded by angels. Anne fills his sleep with perturbation and to think of her in battle and for Richmond to dream of victory. Buckingham says to think of him in battle and die in terror, for Richmond, wishing he could have lent aid and for angels to be on his side and they all call for Richard to despair and die. (we get it)

Richard wakes up demanding a horse and is terrified and looks for a cause for it. Richard wonders if he is afraid of himself or does he love himself “I rather hate myself for hateful deeds committed by myself. I am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not.”-“My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, and every tongue brings in a several tales, and every tale condemns me for a villain.”-“I shall despair. There is no creature loves me; and if I die, no soul will pity me:”p.729 (except the people in 500 years that think you were innocent of your bad rap and the Richard III Society) He can’t pity himself and bilieves his murder victims souls visited him and threatened him. Ratcliff comes in at midnight and Richard tells him of his fearful dream and he feels terror and has Ratcliff spy with him to find deserters.

Richmond also wakes having slept well and tells his advisers of his dream of being visited by the murdered souls who told of his future victory. It is time for battle and he gives a speech to his soldiers, god and good causes are on their side, Richard’s men follow a tyrant, who killed his allies, who sits falsely on the throne. (look whether he did or not it was a volatile time and he was a product of it lets not judge by our modern standards) He is God’s enemy and they are his soldiers, fight and be rewarded, “your wives shall welcome home the conquerors; if you do free your children from the sword, your children’s children quit it in your age.”p.727 Draw their willing swords for him in victory.

Richard is in his camp and he notices the sun doesn’t shine on his army, (not a good sign) Norfolk enters to tell him Richmond is on the field. Richard calls Stanley to call up his troops as he leads his army and directs the others, “let not our babbling dreams affright our souls; conscience is but a word that cowards use, devis’d of first to keep the strong in awe: our strong arms be our conscious, swords our law. March on, join bravely, let us to ‘t pell-mell; if not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.”p.730 He gives a speech to his army calls the opposers scum and they will soil all they have, “If we be conquer’d , let men conquer us, and not these bastard Bretons; whom our fathers have in their own land beaten, bobb’d, ad thump’d, and, on record, left them in heirs of shame.”p.730 (in my opinion he’s a better orator than Richmond) He orders them to fight but a message comes saying Stanley won’t come, Richard orders his son executed but Norfolk tells him to do it after the battle.

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In the field Norfolk and his forces are with Catesby, who begs rescue as Richard lost his horse and they’ll lose with him on foot. Meanwhile Richard is yelling, “A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!”p.731 (when I first heard this I was like oh that’s where that comes from besides that it’s a good example of how someone is willing to give up what they worked for and thought important like a kingdom for something that was seen as unimportant and insignificant until you desperately needed it like a horse in battle) Catesby calls for him to withdraw as Richard is hallucinating six Richmonds on the field and keeps calling for a horse and looking for the real Richmond. (on a lighter note in the play they ran in and out of stage and fought with circus props)

Ricard and Richmond finally meet and fight and Richard dies (specifically by two stab wounds in his head) and the battle also dies down. Stanley enters with the crown, his son is safe and he swears loyalty to Richmond, Norfolk, Ferrers, Brakenbury and Brandon are dead. Richmond pardons the fleeing soldiers so they may return, “we will untie the white rose and the red: smile; heaven, upon our conjunction, that long hath frown’d upon their emmity!”p.731 The civil war is over York and Lancaster were divided now he’ll marry Elizabeth’s daughter to join the houses in peace. (all hail king Henry VII) “Now civil wounds are stopp’d, peace lives again: that she may long live here, God say amen!”p.731 (yay the Wars of the Roses are over you know the one that inspired George RR Martin’s Game of Thrones)

(So, Richard III, good guy or bad guy, manipulator or misunderstood, nobody will really know, facts change as we discover new evidence, and his reputation took a large hit because of the Tudor’s propaganda smear campaign and Shakespeare writing to appease Elizabeth I, his patron and a Tudor, in the end the true tragedy is Richard’s story just becomes another casualty in history mangled by time)

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Lunny Drabble - Elope

Here is yet another drabble. This time another favourite pairing of mine. Ginny/Luna!

Please Enjoy!!!

Lunny - Elope

Charlie watched with a smirk as his sister continued pacing before the mirror, pausing every other pass to look at her reflection, her hands twisting together.

“Would you calm down? You’re going to wear a hole through my carpet.” He said with a chuckle as she paused once more, his eyes catching hers in the mirrors reflection.

She huffed, pursing her lips together before she turned and walked over, sitting on the bed next to him and groaning as she held her head in her hands.

“I can’t help it. I keep expecting a howler to fly through the window at any moment, if Mum knew. If she ever finds out…” She started, heading towards a far too familiar tangent that he’d heard her begin many times that night.

“Ginny, it’s going to be fine. Why do you think that I suggested it? I know that back home Mum has been driving both you and Luna up a tree with all of her wedding planning. Why do you think I was the one to… suggest coming here to have the two of you assist us with our newest nest of Ridgebacks? I knew that you needed a break.” He said, resting a hand on her back as she lifted her head slightly, looking at him via the mirror across from them.

“I know Mum means well, but with Fred’s death, I can only imagine how much she’s been looking for further distractions. Bill’s sent me more than a few letters on how Fleur is reaching her last nerve with Mum’s ‘suggestions’ regarding raising Victoire. Not to mention poor Ron and Hermione with their own recent engagement. It simply makes sense that she would become hyper-fixated on your engagement to Luna.” He explained, causing her to roll her eyes and flop back onto the bed with a groan.

“It’s not just that! She’s on me for going professional with Quidditch. She’s on me for even thinking about maybe being an auror some day. Then there’s the wedding! She refuses to allow me to wear anything beyond a fluffy frilly dress, and any suggestion I have is near shot down!” She groaned, gesturing wildly with her arms from her position on the bed.

As far as she was concerned, her mother was displeased with her only daughter. After all she’d given birth to five rowdy boys, one Percy, and then a daughter just as rowdy as her brothers, if not slightly more.

She had been a rebel, a revolutionary, a brilliant quidditch player, an ace student, and so much more. Yet, instead of staying with Harry, the pair of them had realized that after the war, they just weren’t right for each other. Which, she only viewed as another negative check in her mother’s eyes. After all, she had badgered her for nearly a year, asking them both non-stop if they were ‘sure’.

What she failed to understand was that Ginny’s affections for him had changed through the years, in the end, he was another of her brothers.

While Luna, she had been Ginny’s saving grace during their Seventh year, and then beyond. She’d gotten to know her, to see the beauty and brilliance behind the girl that most others chose to ignore. They had grown close during that year, and Ginny had fallen head over heels for her.

Five years they had been together, five blissful years, where everyone was healing from the war. Then Ginny had mustered the nerve, spent months searching for the right ring, before finding one while taking a long walk through a lesser travelled part of Muggle London.

She’d gotten down on one knee proper, after a win with the Harpies, and opened a small wooden box fastened out of a Walnut shell, revealing a rose-gold ring woven to look like a vine, wrapped around a beautiful white sapphire that shone like a full moon.

Ever since then the prophet had been alive with rumours of their relationship, of drama between her and Harry. (Not to mention his own relationship with none other than Draco Malfoy, which had been a completely different sort of drama…)

Her Mother though, well, Molly Weasley had taken over as many wedding preparations as possible, often clashing with Xenophilius over some small detail or the other.

After six months both Ginny and Luna had been driven near mad by the sheer number of times that their moments of silence had been interrupted by an owl from Molly, or from Xenophilius Flooing into their apartment with some various swatch of fabric, and story on how it was to ward off something or other.

So, when Charlie had owled them about needing their help in Romania, both had jumped at the opportunity. They found themselves staying with Charlie (who had ended up dating Krum of all people, the talented Quidditch player taking an internship at the Dragon sanctuary shortly after his graduation from Durmstrang). A few days in, while the four of them had been flying over to see the Dragon’s one evening, Charlie had been the first to bring up the scandalous idea.

“How about instead of fighting Mum, you give in? At least, for the grand wedding she wants. Meanwhile, one of the handlers here, Monique she can marry you two. Got her certification while training to be a Healer a few years back. It’s bound to take some of the stress off. You can have a private ceremony, wear what you want, and none will be the wiser.” Krum nodded in agreement, weaving between the two as they lazily flew over the thick forests below.

Ginny had gaped at him, while Luna had gone silent, looking to the ground below as she seemed to lose herself in thought.

“Are you mad? If anyone found out that the wedding was a farce, if mum found out we went behind her back-” Ginny started, her voice rising as she imagined the fury that her mother could muster.

“It wouldn’t really be a farce…” Luna said softly, and Ginny looked over, confusion bright in her eyes.

“What-”

“Well, if we choose to marry here first... that would be just for us. A chance for us to be ourselves, without needing to make anyone else happy. You can wear dress robes, we can get married outside. Meanwhile, we continue to have our bigger wedding back home, to make everyone else happy, especially our parents. No matter what, the love between us is still there, and we can even have a secret anniversary. Everyone wins, really.”

Luna had always been good at that, breaking through Ginny’s stronger impulses, and getting straight to the point. Even when she was speaking of her creatures, Ginny understood her better than anyone else. She gave Ginny hope, and helped her see the magical in the mundane.

After their flight, the plan had been set in motion, and two days later the two women had been separated between Krum and Charlie, the two getting ready for a small peaceful ceremony together.

Charlie had even taken Ginny dress robe shopping, and she’d found a right dapper one to wear. A black robe with red and brown accents that matched both her team colours, and her house colours. One that would have scandalized her traditional mother, but suited the tomboy perfectly.

She sat up - looking to her reflection once more, her long hair swept back into a complicated sort of braid, flowers and snitch pendants woven artistically through the pleats. She stood up and looked to Charlie, sighing as she said, “Okay, you’re right. Luna’s right… I’m ready. Consequences be damned.”

Charlie grinned, standing up and taking her in a tight hug before the pair apparated to the clearing where the wedding was to be sent.

Ginny gasped as she caught sight of the small group of people by the Handler Monique who would be joining her and Luna together. Ron and Hermione were chatting casually with Harry, while Draco seemed to be having a civil chat with both Neville and Bill.

Fleur brightened as she caught sight of them, gripping at Bill’s arm who looked over and grinned at the look on his sister’s face.

“Come on, did you really think we’d miss this? Don’t worry, Mum thinks we’re out having dinner. George is watching Victoire while Percy has no idea. Plus, we couldn’t miss this.” He said, grinning as she ran over and gave him a hug.

After a moment caught catching up, near everyone took their seats, sitting on small stone benches overlooking the gondola where Ginny and Luna were to be wed. Hermione remained by Ginny’s side, while Harry waited on the opposite side, prepared to stand by Luna.

She appeared in a snap, removing her arm from where it had been looped with Krums.

She didn’t seem to notice anyone else in the area as she caught sight of Ginny, a bright smile coming to her eyes and face.

Ginny’s breath was stolen away from her by the sight of Luna. Her dress was a brilliant silver - sleeveless, and the skirt moved like a river as she walked up towards her. Upon her shoulders, and cascading down her back was a lacey, cape-like shawl, dark blue and decorated in millions of silver stars that twinkled magically in the dusk light. She had silver earrings that changed as well, going translucent as they went through the cycles of the moon.

Luna walked up the few stairs, nodding to Harry before turning to smile at Ginny, taking her hand as she said, “Are you ready, my love?”

Ginny nodded, giving Luna’s hand a gentle squeeze as she thought about the beautiful and bright future before her. “For you? Always.”

#lunny #linny #linny fanfic #luna lovegood #luna x ginny #ginny weasley #ginny x luna #dreamy redhead #hp ficlet #hp fic #hp drabble

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Fantastic Beasts

So hubby and I have two date nights a year, our Christmas present to ourselves and our anniversary, we get a hotel room and just have a date day/night away. Act like real adults who are half sane when not hearding children or talking about whatever Nickleodeon show they currently like. Lol. So yesterday we chose a movie.

We went to see Crimes of Grindlewald and...

Wtf?

I'm getting invested in these characters. I like Queenie and Jacob, even Credence, and Newt is probably my newest all time favorite HP character, on a level I identify with him. (Neville, Luna, Tonks and Lupin being my previous favorites). I really want to find out how Nagini (someone who doesn't follow Grindwald) ends up as Voldemort loyal pet.

But... The story holes.... I know JKR is writing these SO I can't even blame Hollywood for screwing stuff up...and I KNOW there's FIVE prequel movies planned so there's still 3 more movies to sort out whatever the hell happened in Crimes but...

But.. but... I'm left going...what the hell was that?

Credence's identity, Queenie choosing a side, Nagini and her whole story, McGonnegal's age or is it a relative, apparently Dumbledore has always been a manipulative ass (unpopular opinion but it's mine), I don't care how you feel about Johnny Depp and his general personality and assholery but he plays his character very well (again probably unpopular opinion) assuming he doesn't lose this role due to his most recent assault charges I would like to see him play out this character (to the death)

Then saying to myself "it'll all make sense in the end, patience..."

But will it make sense in the end? 2020 for the next movie then 2022 and 2024 that's a long damn time... to wait for all this to make sense.

I kinda wish she would've released these in book form first so I would have the answers now.

But...it is what it is... just a movie and all that but I have SO MANY QUESTIONS

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Favorite part of the movie...hands down...well there's two :

1. This because it's just freaking adorable!

2. And the end when Newt hugs his brother. HE MAKES EYE CONTACT WITH HIM and goes in for the hug FIRST!

I don't know if anyone pays attention to how Newt rarely makes direct eye contact (at least not with humans) he doesn't initiate physical contact. So him doing that in that scene spoke volumes and my breath caught and I almost teared up.

I could have done without the two infant/toddler deaths in the story but they weren't graphic and they were there to make the bad people seem worse I guess. All in all it was a good movie, great acting, visually stunning... I just have so many questions.

Ok I'll shut up now.

#fantastic beasts #crimes of grindlewald spoilers #newt scamander #harry potter #wizarding world #j.k. rowling

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~Meet Me In The Hallway~ Chapter 11- Red Eye

I am red.

I'm wearing red and feeling that way too.

I feel foolish and ignored.

I've painted my Lips crimson, and borrowed shoes with soles to match.

I feel like I'm screaming "look at me! Look at me! Damn it, please look at me."

And the people are. Michael about screamed when I walked out to go to this tour gathering.

"What's that?" He'd pointed at me, gesticulating a bit wildly around.

"What is what exactly?" I tried for nonchalance as I reached down to pull the heel I was stepping into, like someone else's skin, over the back of my foot. I was well aware that I did not look like I usually did and that my big brother would not like what he saw when I suited up.

That's what it felt like to, like I was Superman ducking into a phone booth and putting on a part of me, a secret identity. One that I didn't share, hadn't really wanted to. But, tonight I slid the slinky red dress over the body I usually covered with days-old jeans and pilfered t shirts like it was a spandex scarlet speedo. I wanted to rock like I had a capital S on my chest that stood for sexy. Hester prynne and me wearing the badge like a brand.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" He trailed after me as I breezed by him to the mini br already helpfully supplied with the alcohol I had decided I would imbibe tonight.

I desperately needed the social lubricant I usually scorned. Harry had told me ages ago I could let go with him. It had been months, months ago, that we had gotten close. It wasn't close enough. I wanted more than his secrets inside of me. I had tried my best to be his best friend, but I was sick of that role and tonight I was determined to play another.

I poured the whisky already open over the last melting ice cube I had fished out of the bucket. It was brown grained leather on the outside, but the inside was just as inadequate as every ice holder at any level of hotel ever. I stared at it for a second before I decided I was projecting. I pulled the skirt of my sheath down a little and ignored the accompanying shift in the neckline while I answered Michael.

"A dress," I took a big sip of the brown fluid and coughed. My brother pulled the tumbler from my hand and sat it down harshly.

"I'm not sure that counts as a dress." He scoffed md shot the rest of my drink. He grimaced, "and since when do you drink whiskey straight?"

"Since now?" I poured the last of the bottle into my cup and took a gulp. Forcing myself not to react.

Michael blinked at me. "Listen, I knew you were upset when you came in earlier, and I was an asshole and decided I'd ignore it figuring it was some girl shit and you'd b fine by tonight." He looked me up mr down. "But, your current game of dress up makes me think I should have stopped you to talk then. What's up?"

"Nothing, I'm fi—"

"Fine," he finished for me. "But I'm calling bullshit, because you just used the words nothing and fine within seconds of each other. Where were you last night?"

I laughed. That was a question he probably shou have asked before we left the UK, the carecwas yo little to late. His concern was also the source of my irritation in about a million ways.

Harry and I had been cirque de soleil level acrobats lately based on the skill with which we had been walking the tightrope of friendship over the abyss of more. I wanted to dive in and trust that a blanket of feelings would rise up to catch me, and that he would follow me down. I'm not sure what he wanted; so I walked the line.

I caught him at times. Well, daily, really. He of the lingering stare and the constant touch.

There must have been opposing magnets in his palm and my sacrum. He loved to touch me there, I deduced. The sway of my back a desktop pendulum he carelessly set in motion when in need of a fidgety distraction. The regularity with which he pulled me in and wrapped me up in his spider arms would be alarming if I didn't want to live in his web.

So here I was, ready to ruin the friendship and making every effort to do so.

"I slept over with a friend last night, brother. How about you?" I grinned and took a tentative sip, not ready to brave a full mouthful while I tried to talk tough and declare my independence and outfit determination.

He had the good grace to look chagrined. "That's not the point." He carefully took my glass away and I let him because of the tender look in his eyes. "I think maybe I haven't been looking after you properly. 'Ve been distracted with all the—"

"Perks." I helpfully supplied with air quotes.

We shared a conspiratorial grin before his face pulled a 180. "Have you been enjoying 'perks'?" He didn't like the thought of that.

So I took pity on him and dropped my persona for a minute as told him my unfortunate truth. "No. I haven't." I held up crossed fingers. "But, it's not your business if I had been, Michael." I said it tenderly but meant it with all of my heart.

"Look, I know you are a grown up," he looked around helplessly., at me and then at the ground. "But, I promised mum I'd look out for you, and I think she'd have objections to this get u—"

"And I'd tell her what I'm gonna tell you." I took my drink back, thinking it funny that we're essentially sharing the whiskey. It had loosened our tongues and the reins on our feelings. "I'm a big girl, I'll wear what I like. Lou had the dress and I like the way I look. The way I feel." I put my hand on his forearm. "Let me try this version of me on tonight, when it's safe, and you can keep an eye on me?" I said it like a question, my neville chamberlain attempt at appeasement.

I would give him an inch, but I wasn't changing.

"You look really beautiful," he grinned but it didn't reach his eyes. "Though it pains me to admit it." He looked me over again, "yeah, I really don't like it."

"Luckily, you don't have to like it, mate," I handed him back the tumbler and he finished it. "Ready?"

"Ugh." He shivered with the final gulp. "Yeah, let's go." He offered his arm and I decided to go with the silly mood he was setting.

That crisis was averted, but the current situation has me much madder than my brother's overprotective-ness could evoke.

I'm not sure what I had been expecting that night, I think I had spent so much time ruminating over my feelings and planning my appearance, that I just expected- more.

I knew how I felt about Harry, well I had sight of the iceberg at least. I may not have been sure about the submarine expanse, but I knew. Fuck being best friends.

But, his best friend had been a recent declaration up til that point. Only a month had passed since he had put a label on us. A label that felt like the sweater a rich auntie gives you. Beautiful and special, maybe even rich, but I'll fitting. It felt much to small to contain what I was sure we had.

Those were all of my feelings though. I had not asked Harry directly about his feelings. I only knew about the inadequate vestment he had put upon us. Even now, I'm not sure where he was in those early days.

We mourn expectations more than anything I guess.

My expectations were sky high. Maybe I thought I would walk in, looking like a million possibilities, and bucks, and he would fall at my feet; Fawn over me the way I restricted myself from doing on a daily basis. Far away from prying eyes. Why I thought he would out us, when there was no us, I don't know. He was not as private as he continually became, but we had mutually and silently agreed to be a secret.

I hate comfortable silence.

I especially hate uncomfortable silence. And that is what I encountered. Besides a widening of the eyes when I walked in, there was no acknowledgement of my presence, let alone the moth to flame scenario I had imagined. All of the conversations I had rehearsed as I painted my lips red in preparation for painting the town the same hue, went unused.

Maybe he was not uncomfortable. Maybe the chafe of my dress and the chap of my hide had more to do with how totally at ease he seemed.

He was not fawning over me. There was most certainly fawning however. And Harry, rather than falling at my feet was occupied entirely with the girl at his feet.

She was actually on his lap. And she was perfect. She was not the lady in red and I thought her dress was a size too small. It still fit her better than mine did.

They weren't kidding, but it seemed a matter of time to me.

I couldn't stand the thought of his lips on hers. I had decided earlier, when I chose the lip stain rather than the stick, where I wanted his mouth painted at the end of this night. More expectations unmet.

I was doing my best not to notice how much she was laughing. I wanted to pretend that it was a put upon giggle. His harmony of snort and sneeze was undeniable though. I knew that laugh intimately. Half of the lines I had crafted while curling my hair carefully had been dedicated to drawing it out.

My stomach hurt.

I realized that I didn't remember when I had last eaten. I walked away from the crew member who had shown me the attention I was seeking. He was sweet and attentive, and lacking. His eyes weren't even green.

I don't recall if I said a word in excuse when I walked away.

I found Niall, predictably, by the food. When I took a plate, he looked up in happy surprise.

"Mel, you look cracking!" He exclaimed and hugged me. I loved the exuberance of Niall in theory. In practice, it overwhelmed me. But I wasn't me today, and I was just begging for worthy attention. Niall would do. He was at least answering my call for attention.

"Thank, Niall!" I tried to match his volume If not his enthusiasm. "What's good eating here."

He finished chewing the bite he had taken of the hunk of brown bread taking up most of his plate.

"Well, my Irish heart is currently full because Sarah made me this," he pointed to the piece of loaf.

"Bread?"

"No, dear silly Australian girl! Irish brown bread. Best bread in the world." His expansive gesture nearly sent his precious to the floor. "It's rich and yeasty and fillin. Here try it." He plonked some onto my plate.

"That description sounds like it requires a trip to the doctor, mate. It's less compelling than you think," I looked at the slab as he buttered it dubiously.

"Nah, you'll see, just try it," he assured.

"Bottoms up," I raise it to my mouth.

"That's for Guinness lover, that comes next, but try this first." Niall nodded as I chewed.

"Ummmm," I commented while taking another bite. The bread was wntirely satisfying and was soaking up the sourness in my belly caused by whiskey and emotion.

"Right!" Niall loaded me with another piece and some roast meat and gave me a one second gesture while he ran off. He returned with a beer and I found that I wanted to stay in his warm presence. His warm amber glow has dulled the green of my envy and red of my rage.

I found myself laughing and accepted the beers Niall fetched me, maintaining the buzz in my veins and ignoring the one in my brain.

I knew that Niall was pleasant company. On the few days when everybody was out and about, or bound inside, together he was hard to miss. Often the center of attention, with a guitar on his lap, a song in his throat and a smile on his lips. He was easy to be around. Being the center of his attention was flattering. I also appreciated that he didn't seem to care who saw us.

We had caught a fair few eyes. Lou looked delighted for instance. I'd seen Lottie lean in conspiratorially several times to her ear. It was nice to be part of their clique. They eVen seemed to have enjoyed my distracted behavior at the mall and liked me anyway. I'd also seen Louis nudge Liam not so nonchalantly.

My boys had also noticed. Ashton has even called Niall out for it. But Niall has only raised a glass to him. The cheer that came up as a result warmed my cheeks, but I was surprised how happy I was to stay on the cozy couch even with the focus of the room shifting to us with regularity.

There were two pairs of eyes not as enthused by the boisterous laughs and innocent touches my Irish friend gave and evoked.

Occasionally I could feel the burn of familiar mossy eyes on me. They were not the only pair trained on the way I was tucked under Niall's shoulder giggling. Michael looked particularly sour, his mouth downturned and I wondered when he would come over with some excuse to butt into my lively conversation.

I basked in it. It was not the attention I wanted paid to me, from Harry or Niall, and especially not Michael. I didn't really want anybody else's attention at all, but I could ignore it. Michael was also impressing me. He respected my earlier statements for longer than I expected. My display was being respected, however upsetting my brother found it.

It was effective though. My intended target was thoroughly distracted from the manicured hand currently plowing rivulets through his curly head.

This incarnation of me is unfamiliar. She is useful though, and I for a moment appreciate why so many artist have a persona they take on when they need to be something they are not, or grander than they feel.

I feel as powerful as the color I am wearing and as noticeable. But, the best part?

I'm not the only who is red.

Unbeta-ed as @nocontrolforlouis had better be on a surfboard and I left it to long to ask @emulateharry. Forgive the mistakes, I loathe editing.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #meet me in the hallway #mmith #chapter 11 #anybody got blue balls

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Hybrids and beauty queens

An: A little gift for my @my-light-into-the-darkness who recently became my follower #400, hope you like it! This was super fun to write

“So you’ll come to the party right?” Neville Longbottom smiled, his sweet expression so earnest Astoria could only nod with perky enthusiasm.

In this life there were cruel romantic ironies…and then there were messed up love hexagons.

None so much more than for Miss Godric Hollow twice in a row Astoria Greengrass. Especially since she lived in what some people might call a magnet town for supernatural trouble.

To put it simply Astoria adored Neville (Vampire brother #1), who liked Luna (Witch), who was in love with Harry(Vampire brother #2) , who was dating Ginny (Doppleganger) who actually swooned over Victor (Original Vampire) who only had eyes for Hermione (Witch) who was happily in a relationship with Ron (Human with resurrection stone) aka the only lucky person who’s love wasn’t unrequited.

Who loved Astoria? Absolutely nobody, because charming as her personality might be, sometimes even that wasn’t enough. She sighed slamming the door of her locker

“I see, still mooning over the the ripper, angel” A London accented voice said mockingly as Astoria turned to glare at one of the most handsome guys she’d ever known.

Okay so maybe there WAS someone who fancied her, sadly he was also a ego maniac bully with a crazy family and an obsession with vampire blood purity that wasn’t healthy, his name was Draco Malfoy, or as the vampire comunity called him: The original Hybrid.

“don’t you have junior death eaters to torment or something?, stay away from Neville” Astoria glared at the blond man blocking her way “he hasn’t done anything to you and fyi I don’t moon, I admire him…you know, from the distance” Astoria winced at how pathetic she sounded

Neville Longbottom in Astoria’s eyes, could do no wrong and Draco knew it, it had been Neville who found Astoria the night she was turned, dirty and shivering after Pansy (Ginny’s Doppleganger) shoved a vial of vampire blood down her throat and killed her, Neville had been there to teach Astoria the ropes of vampirism, he’d promised her that she didn’t have to be a monster and taught her how to hunt animals and drink from blood bags. So yes, maybe Astoria had a tendency to sigh like a character in a romance novel whenever he so much as smiled at her.

Draco on the other hand hand seemed to exist with the sole purpose of proving murder was a solution to life’s every problem.

Doppleganger ex girlfriend spends five hundred years running away because she screwed you over one time?

Try to murder her.

Can’t murder your cousins because they are also Original Vampires and the only family you have left?.

Dagger them for a few hundred years.

Feeling hungry?.

Murder some innocent passerby.

Feeling sad?

Murder a therapist.

Your witchy psycho aunt Bellatrix is back from the dead and wants revenge for the last time you had her violently burned at a stake?.

Murder her again and this time scour the earth for a way to keep her dead.

Neville and Harry team up to help the newest doppelganger avoid being ritualistically drained of blood for your curse’s convenience?.

Threaten to murder one or two people they care about, that always keeps people in line right?.

Draco was nothing like sweet and brave Neville (And Astoria didn’t know why that made her feel at odds with her emotions)

“Whatever helps you sleep at night heart'o mine” Draco chuckled “you know some days I wonder why you of all people are still in Godric Hollow, a smart baby vampire like you, why even your sister got out when she could” And Astoria had paid for it with her life.

Pansy Parkinson hadn’t liked the fact that Daphne had stabbed her in the back when Draco and the Malfoy extended family came to town, selling her out to the original Hybrid in exchange for the protection of Draco’s cousin Theodore, so the evil Doppleganger had kidnapped Astoria and damned her to be forever seventeen.

“I’m not like you Draco, I can’t turn my back on Luna after everything she’s done for me, she’s my friend” Luna, who despite only being cassually acquainted with her, hadn’t judged Astoria’s vampirism and embraced her into the fold like an old friend, making her a daylight ring and nursing her back to health when she’d tried to kill herself multiple times by walking into the sunlight, Astoria paused and added “not on Neville either”

“Enphasis on Luna, she’s probably the only one in that group who cares about you and that’s the only reason she’s still alive, although your little friend keeps getting used for her seer powers and isn’t very good at picking friends you know, the Lovegood bloodline might be older than vampirism but even powerful witches have weaknesses….if Potter had any eyes in his head he’d know what an asset she is” Draco taunted belligerently “but of course she’s no match for the famous Doppleganger allure, a pity really that the hybrid ritual didn’t kill Ginny"

"And there you go, I was wondering when murder threats would start to be trown around, it only took the great Draco Malfoy about five minutes ” Astoria shot back “whatever you think of Ginny she IS a good person, she tries really hard to be there for her family” she felt herself compelled to defend the redhead, if only because she liked Ginny’s brothers and they wouldn’t appreciate if Astoria subconsciously spurred Draco’s venomous fangs in her direction.

“Yes of course she is” Draco snorted giving her a look that was too amused for her tastes “be reasonable little treasure, admit that having someone as powerful as me around you makes your dull little life much more interesting than helping Lovegood with her witchery ever did"

"Can you stop it with the endearments” Astoria snapped crossing her arms over her chest walking down the hallway to the school exit, he easily fell into step with her “I don’t understand why you like me so much! Seriously I’m not that big of a deal, go away, move on leave Luna’s friends alone"

And by that she meant Neville…and maybe Harry when he wasn’t being a winny man child. Because Draco was right about one thing, other than Luna most of Astoria’s long time friends had moved away from Godric Hollow the moment too many people started becoming victims of ‘animal attacks’ only the ones who truly loved the town ever stayed.

Draco grinned flashing her that devilish smirk that had probably been causing panties to drop since the fall of Rome "what’s there not to like, you’re a resilient little thing, clever, willfull, ambitious and beautiful, there’s a certain spark of light about you that’s quite disarming you know"

And how do you respond when a vampire old enough to know himself really well says stuff like that around you? Astoria Greengrass was no fool but it didn’t mean that she was immune to Draco’s advances, any female faced with his single minded pursuit wouldn’t be. But life, even the undead type was a bit more complicated than that.

"you know Mister Malfoy sometimes you say the nicest things” Astoria laughed without an ounce of humor, shaking her head in dismay “that it almost makes me want to believe in you"

"What’s stopping you? I could lay the world at your feet if only you will it”

“Common sense” the baby vampire replied after a moment “I guess I always thought I was better than the typical prom princess that falls for the bad guy yet here you are, one of the top three of the supernatural community"

Draco raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment on the obvious breakfast club reference, he understood where she was coming from, Draco hadn’t known Astoria in her human life but from what he’d been told she had been a sickly teenager always trapped in Daphne’s shadow. Draco knew Daphne Greengrass since long before making a move against the Doppleganger of Godric Hollow, she was a shrewed, icy blonde with razor sharp wits and an even worse tongue and it was hard to imagine how she was related to someone like Astoria, but Daphne evidently loved her sister.

Ironically Draco had met Astoria the night of the hybrid ritual, she had been wearing a bloddied prom dress, as part of the paltry reinforcements that were helping Luna Lovegood throw some very harmful potions in his direction, on seeing her, Draco’s first thought had been that when he killed her it would be a monumental waste of beauty and had Harry not goaded Draco into a fight, it might have been.

"Pretty tiara” Draco laughed focusing his yellow eyes on her when the girl aimed a surprisingly strong pouch of verbain in Crabbe’s direction disturbing the candle formation holding Helga Hufflepuff’s grimoire “did the ball end early Cinder girl?"

"No, but someone told me this party was to die for” the baby vampire snarled back ripping a strip of her voluminous velvet skirt to fight his cousin Tracy on better ground

By the time the battle ended and his curse was successfully removed thanks to a timely intervention of his cousin Blaise, Draco was ready to make it rain blood and the image of the girl with the ripped prom dress refused to leave his mind.

he later learned from Daphne that long before he had made his move against Ginny, Astoria had originally been intended as the human part of the hybrid sacrifice by Pansy, but she and professor Lupin had escaped their conditioning cells with Longbottom’s help and in return Pansy had to compell Ron in her place. But by then the golden trio had already returned Astoria to Daphne who was more than glad to stop being Pansy’s minion and become an informant for the Malfoys now that Draco wasn’t going to kill her sister.

A fact that backfired dearly days later because Theodore himself hadn’t thought that Daphne’s sickly human sister required much protection and had given Pansy a perfect opening to hurt Daphne. Turning Astoria into a vampire under horrifying conditions.

But considering his first meeting of Astoria, he didn’t take her for the tragic case Daphne described, in fact all the story did was intrigue him more.

“we both know that’s not all you think you are, you’re more than the beauty pageant girl of a small town, everybody else might beleive you’re a walking cliche but I know the truth Astoria Greengrass"

Astoria rolled her eyes laughing as she briskly skipped her way to the parking lot "you don’t know anything about me, so don’t even try to figure me out Mr I’m-so-much-better-vampire-than-Potter"

"Oh But I do, I know more about you than you think, you’re a big fish in a small pond”

“And you’re the shark that awaits in the ocean"

"Wonderful description little treasure, but I promise my bite is nicer than my bark"

This brought a smile to her face, that she tried to hide "Argh you’re impossible!” She exclaimed crossing her arms over her her chest

“Impossible…to resist I hope"

"Impossible to get away from” Astoria shot back

Draco made a thoughtful face “not exactly the love confession I expected but its a start, we both know that deep down you like me”

Astoria didn’t bother dignifying that with a response, getting into her car and heaving a sigh to her deity of choice when he got in the passenger seat looking like he had no intention of leaving until he got what he wanted.

Or got bored…which could take ages, since Draco Malfoy thought she was supremely interesting.

“I don’t like you Draco, I mean just because you’re handsome and powerful and can ocassionally be nice to people doesn’t mean I’m attracted to you, like the rest of the females you meet” the baby vampire was really tryingto concentrate on the road but with him next to her it simply wasn’t happening “only an idiot would take you at face value and I’m not the swooning type"

"Ah so you think that I’m handsome, the plot thickens” Draco smirked and Astoria tried to hide her blush

“Never said you weren’t” Astoria deadpanned determined to not let him fluster her, she was a Greengrass for pity’s sake! Where was her mettle? “ but that’s just fortunate genetics, not a reason to like you”

“Liar liar, dress on fire” Draco taunted flashing her his sharp canines

The truth was that Astoria WAS attracted to him, but he was a foul person and that made her feel awful about her judgment of character. That was the problem.

Astoria knew that girls like her were a dime a dozen in small towns, bright young things that wore pretty clothes, had smiley face posters in their bedrooms and gossiped with other carbon copies of themselves ( if it felt a bit plastic to live that way, she’d never bothered to do anything about it) in fact before she became a vampire she’d liked to tell herself that she was okay with the dollhouse like monotony of her entire existence, always being good, but not good enough to be outstanding, it was okay, not everyone got to be the heroine of a novel, sometimes being a face in the crowd had its own value.

But she’d been lying to herself and she realized it when she went back home after a crash course in vampirism with Luna and Neville. As a vampire Astoria could run, jump and enjoy sports witout bothering about allergies or human sickness, she could savour the beauty of a perfect vision and the strenght that her human self hadn’t even dreamed of having because of her bad metabolism.

Astoria adored being a vampire, when before she’d been content to dabble in gardening and piano playing, now she could play volleyball and swim without having a heart attack, her ballet dancing improved in ways she’d only dreamed about because her limbs were now more sturdy.

Her new friends had taught her how to control the only downside of vampirism and in a way she felt that she owed them more than she could repay. So she helped them whenever she could.

Evil dopplegangers, crazy witches, house elves gone rogue, if Luna needed Astoria’s help she gave it.

And then Astoria met Draco Malfoy.

“Why are you here Draco?” She sighed knowing instinctively that he was here for a reason

“Down to the point then, well my starlight truth be told: I came to say goodbye, I’m leaving tomorrow” he delivered it with his usual aplomb, words wonderfully executed that suckerpunched Astoria in the gut

“Godric Hollow? You’re actually…just leaving” Astoria gasped hitting the breaks of her car and pulling up at the nearest stop signal “why, when, where, how"

"Well, rumor has it that an old foe of my family rose again with the help of dear Aunt Bellatrix and Wormtail, you might understand if I don’t want to stay here to see it” Draco comented dryly “London is my city and while Theodore and your sister have been gracious enough to hold fort for a while, some people need to be reminded of who is really in charge"

"London?…so far” Astoria mumbled looking down at her hands

“Very far, but I was hoping….” Draco hesitated

Astoria lifted her eyes “yes?"

"You don’t belong in a small town” Draco said instead swallowing what he’d been about to say and looking straight ahead “I know you think you do, but you’re never going to be happy here, one day, years down the line, you’re going to be a glorious vampire if only you dare to stretch those wings and I want to be there to see it” he sighed and turned to her “but I can’t stay in Godric Hollow that long….I wonder if you can?”

“You’re asking me to leave the only home I’ve ever known"

"I’m asking you to give me a chance to show you who I am, come with me"

Professor Lupin once told her that becoming a vampire didn’t make you an entire different person, it just enhanced what was already there. And as a human Astoria had been a kind and sweet, musically inclined girl with a perchance for ballgowns and pageant crowns. but she’d always been ambitious, in school, at home, in her every action there was always a drive to be better, and no matter how much she tried to pretend otherwise, ambition was part of Astoria’s less than cute qualities.

Astoria wanted…she wanted and wanted. What scared her about herself was simply that she didn’t like knowing to what extremes she’d be willing to go to satisfy those wants. (She wanted blood, she wanted clothes, she wanted to be prima ballerina, she wanted power…she wanted Draco)

She was sure Draco knew that he held in his hand the parts of her that she was scared of embracing. The side of her that was attracted to power and desperately wanted to have it, the dark wants, that whispered selfish things in her ears.

"You really wont come back To Godric Hollow then” she said instead, avoiding giving him any answers.

“Oh I will, if you stay here, someday when you feel you’ve had enough of pretending to be mediocre, I’ll come back for you"

"That’s not very reassuring” Astoria murmured shaking her head in disbelief

“I’m not used to giving up on the things I want, even since before I was turned, I was an only child you see” Draco shrugged unapologetically “you’re special”

Yes Astoria knew the story as well as most vampires, Draco’s parents had once been part of the most powerful witch coven in Viking era, legend said that their coven had at least one member for each of the twenty eight purest witch lines in the old world and their leader had been a mad man obsessed with inmortality who just went by the name of 'Voldemort’.

According to Theodore, Draco had been the apple of his parent’s eyes, much to the envy of his aunt Bellatrix, who couldn’t conceive children and was rumored to be 'trying’ to give the dark lord a heir. It was her who had infected Draco’s blood with the werewolf gene sometime between his birth and the ancient blood ritual that turned Draco’s cousins into the first vampires and it was Bellatrix again who willingly killed her own sister to seal Draco’s werewolf side, driven mad with spite after the first hybrid trasformation made Draco powerful enough to tear half of the coven apart.

To avenge himself and the awful wrong done to his cousins Draco had gone on a rampage that killed most of Voldemort’s acolytes and painted a target on the back of the Originals…or that’s how Theodore told the story anyway.

Harry and Neville painted him as a monster witout any redemption.

But Astoria knew Draco hadn’t always been the fearsome monster he was now, maybe that’s what always made her hesitate whenever he tried to charm her. Sometimes she felt like she knew parts of him that people didn’t see, yet she was scared because being attracted to him was dangerous.

“I’m not special Draco, youre just not used to being told no, I’m just one girl in a thousand” Astoria deflected with a self depreciating smile “just another girl, in another town, hardly a drop in the ocean for a someone a billion years old, you wouldn’t have given me a second look if I’d lived in your era of birth”

“You say that but I lived trough the Renaissance ” Draco replied suddenly studying her face “Michelangelo used to look for girls with your face for the cherubs in the sistine chapel and Raphael would have fought him if only to inmortalize you as one of his maddonas"he continued reaching out with one hand and caressing the softness of her cheek "Queen Elizabeth poisoned herself for skin like yours and your waistline alone is something that would have made you a sought after bride in the Victorian era, those eyes would have kept men from war during the rise of the Reich and your legs driven lesser men insane in a speakeasy…yet here you are, the best of what a thousand years of beauty have to offer, daring to say you’re not special"

Astoria blushed, for once becoming tongue tied under his gaze "you lie”

“If you had lived in my era, I would have ripped you from your sister’s loving arms and dragged you to my home without a word, I would have taken you and taken you again not resting until my child was in your belly and my name on your skin” Draco’s eyes darkened with sinful promise “make no mistake, I would have branded you as mine”

The images his words evoked made Astoria shudder with pleasure, because she knew he spoke the truth, had she been born in his time, he would have had her and she would have damned herself willingly for him “Sometimes I catch myself wondering how you were before becoming a monster” Astoria admited in a soft voice “I wonder if it would have made any difference if we’d met as humans and done the normal things people falling in love do. I dont know of course, you’re Draco Malfoy killing legend extraordinare but I wish, sometimes, that I could forget that”

“I know” his voice carried a sadness that Astoria knew he wasn’t faking “but I can’t change my past, I can only offer you everything else in my present”

“Supernatural London isn’t a place for a girl like me"

"But my side is” Draco’s face softened again taking her hand “all I ask for is one chance, you can go back if you don’t like it I wouldn’t keep you against your will” and then he delivered an that he knew would strike in her hidden weaknesses “think about it as being queen for a day, ask me for anything and its yours”

“Don’t say that…I might decide I want something obcenely rare, what would you do with me then?” She panicked trying to sound less breathless

“I can afford to say it, I’m the original Hybrid ” Draco shrugged with false modesty that made her laugh

Because a man like Draco would definitely give her anything she wanted witout a care of who got hurt in the process, he would snap his fingers and Astoria wouldn’t have to fantasize about Tiffany diamonds, she’d never be hungry or browse longingly trough the pages of a high fashion magazine, because he’d compel any desiger she wished to fill her wardrobe while he offered her the necs of presidents and royals to feed on. He would give her luxury with his lips and insist on showering her naked body with whichever gemstones caught her eye in a passing store.

Temptation was seductive when the Original Hybrid looked at her as tough she was the only girl in the world, beautiful grey eyes that could convince her that giving him her soul was only a small price for all the decadence he wanted to share with her.

“Draco I…"Astoria opened her mouth to say something meaningful but he interrupted her

"No, don’t reject my offer just yet” Draco said abruptly taking her hand again and bringing it to his lips “you don’t owe me an answer but a brief vacation in London won’t hurt you little treasure, all I ask is for you to think about it” and putting a train ticket in her lap he vamped away from her car, leaving Astoria more confused than ever.

That night the baby vampire couldn’t sleep, replaying over and over again the conversation she’d had with Draco. Knowing witout a doubt that if she’d said yes he wouldn’t have been satisfied with a few days in London.

But would it really hurt her to get to know him beyond what he had done in Godric Hollow? She knew he had good in him and if he left she’d never get a chance to explore that mysterious part of Draco, why not be brave for a change?. Daphne was already in London and yes she hated Draco by virtue of sisterly dissaproval, but too many times had Astoria let her family expectations dictate her life.

Maybe it was time to discover what her true self was made of.

Draco stood in the train station knowing she wouldn’t show, it was stupid to think Astoria Greengrass would leave the comfort of her family cottage and adoration of her highschool cliques for him, when Godric Hollow was everything she considered familiar, everything she knew how to control was in that town. Taking his offer would mean…

“I’ll come with you” Draco’s thoughts were interrupted by the sweetest sentence he’d ever heard, turning around he was greeted with the sight of Astoria as beautiful as ever holding a simple suitcase but smiling all the same “Draco, did you hear me? I said I’ll come with you to London"

A smile that made Astoria’s heart skip a beat broke trough his face as he strode forward and spun her around in his arms "what are we waiting for then? The train is about to leave"

"Wait don’t you want to hear why I’m coming?”

“Not particularly, you’re already here” he smirked down on her with a smug look “it means you are giving me a chance, that’s all I need to know” Draco pulled her in the direction of the private train compartment he’d hired and held his hand out to help her get inside

Astoria looked at his hand with a wry smile “No promises?” She asked curiously

“No promises” Draco lied opening his palm wider “trust me”

“I will” and with that Astoria took his hand, knowing for sure that her life as a vampire was about to change.

An: some people write Hogwarts aus, I write tvd aus out of Hogwarts characters

#tvd au #drastoria #with shades of klaroline #really lots of klaroline shades #draco malfoy x astoria greengrass #draco x astoria #i'm hoping to start a trend #original hybrid x baby vampire

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vainenpoika · 5 years

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attempted fic the first

I don't own anything belonging to J.K.Rowling and associates thereof. I also have no idea what I'm doing, and may yet regret making this available to the public.

in which the longbottoms and potters Go Way Back (read: fealty oath going back literal centuries), and so madam augusta is Immensely Narked Off when dumbledore dares to place harry with someone else and won't even arrange for playdates. clearly the only acceptable response is to raise neville on stories of potter/longbottom comradelyness and send him off to hogwarts with strict orders to invite harry over at the earliest opportunity. so when they meet on the train, neville recognizes him straight away but respects his decision to not use his last name for now - maybe he wants to make an especially dramatic entrance, that's almost traditional for pureblood heirs anyway. heavens know malfoy will be trying something similar, though plainly his discretion is not nearly up to the same standards. really, barging in like that and insulting everyone, has the boy no tact? what has his mother been teaching him? neville hardcore channels his grandmother to gratifying effect. malfoy makes himself scarce. having thus boosted his confidence, neville is actually almost expecting gryffindor, only to find himself in hufflepuff after all (the sorting hat approved of his loyalty). harry remembers what malfoy said about hufflepuff and duffers, but he also remembers neville making a right fool of him on the train, and asks the hat to put him with the badgers; the hat sees a kid following a friend and allows it. hermione was already sorted gryffindor, we'll see how that goes for her. ron weasley winds up in ravenclaw, shocking most everyone but especially his brothers. malfoy stays in slytherin. i'm sure there are other people we care about, they remain canonical until further notice.

wait, what? i thought you just didn't like formalities, i never would have thought - this is an actual problem. well. you may wish to sit down for this. comfortable? right. well, i have good and bad news for you. good news: congratulations, you're a lord! that means you get respect, extra priveliges, and even a certain amount of governmental power. bad news: i regret to inform you that you are a lord. that means you have responsibilities, and you havent been taught how to handle them. worse news: you are the last of your line, which means that i have no idea who, if anyone, has been acting as your regent. this is worrisome, especially considering it should have been their job to keep you informed and prepared. chances are that you do have one, owing to the fact that the economy has yet to outright collapse, but that they don't even close to have your interests at heart. with me so far? i think so? good, because i really don't know how i could have made it simpler. now, our families have been friends for a rather long time, meaning that i am honor-bound to aid you in times of need. this qualifies, though i don't expect you to take my word for it. why wouldn’t i? you've known me for one whole week, i could be out to steal your fortune for all you know, i would be remiss in my duty if i allowed you to trust me on one week's acquaintance so just let me do the honorable will you? and find yourself outside sources as well, i shan't have you learning all of this from one probably biased source! this is really important to you, huh. ... yes. on which note, lesson one: honor is important, not just for you personally but for your house. minor infractions might be forgiven but never forgotten; major infractions and you end up like the malfoys. huh? lord malfoy broke his oath to the king of france once a couple of centuries back, and his children had to sell everything and move to england before anyone would trust them with literally anything. they still bear the shame of it even now, and it's only in the past couple of generations that they started regaining some of the honor they might have had. you do not want to do that to your descendants. um. yeah. how do i not do that? simple version: do not break your given word. if you anticipate any difficulty keeping a promise, then do not make the promise. your family's oaths and alliances are something you should definitely look into, and soon, but there's also a decade's worth of general knowledge that you're missing, and some of that is urgent. family magic and honor are tied to each other, but i have no idea how sensitive to that kind of thing you may be, so if you happen to get a really bad feeling about a particular course of action, i'd look into it very closely before making a move. oookay? is that something that's likely to happen? it varies from person to person. don't worry about it unless it happens, just don't discount it out of hand if it does. okay, i guess. so wait, if you have to help me out, does that mean i should be doing stuff for you too? if i go to war, you would have to go with me, i think, and you can't try to cause me serious harm outside of extenuating circumstances, but that's not likely to come up very soon. again, this is the kind of thing you shouldn't just take on faith, so do your own research when you get the chance. alright? ... yeah. this is kind of a lot to take in, though. fair. i can't think of anything that really can't wait, so we could pick this up again tomorrow? um, okay. and, er, thanks. yeah. want to work on the herbology essay?

it's actually ron who ends up crying in a bathroom on halloween, and neville is the one who notices. harry's still the one to insist on going after him, though. when they get to the bathroom, they find ron behind a makeshift barricade that's holding up pretty well, actually, looks like he managed to magically reinforce it, but his wand is in splinters on the floor. harry jumps on the troll's back, then neville uses a chunk of stone to break its skull. ron is fucking traumatized, but also rather grateful. when the professors show up, ron is like, 'i was just taking a leak, prof', to which mcgonagall replies that this is a girl's loo, weasley, try again. (it's myrtle's loo, to be precise. this may become relevant. don't ask me how the troll got there tho) when it's all settled, the hufflepuff duo get a shitton of points and a lecture; ravenclaw in general gets an antibullying seminar and a lot more supervision, which will come in handy when luna shows up next year. ron gets a new wand, paid for out of the bullies' pocket money, and some new friends. in gryffindor, alone among jocks, hermione granger feels rather melancholy. not to worry, though, pretty soon she'll be playing chess and studying with ron in the library. it will be a longstanding joke in their year that the hat accidentally put hermione in ron's place and was too embarrassed to correct itself when he showed up.

so. what now? i figured we might start by answering any questions you've come up with? um, ok. i have a list, actually. good thought. right. so, ah, you mentioned a regent? yes, that is one of my own more urgent questions. whoever they are, they certainly haven't been doing their duty by you. so how would i find out who it is? hm. do you know who your solicitor is? ... i have a solicitor? okay, i should have expected that response. the answer is probably, unless your regent is actively sabotaging your house. i'd suggest writing to gringotts and seeing who they have on file. if anyone knows what's going on with your estate, the solicitor should. if not, get a new one and have them find out soonest. right. ok, write to gringotts, then write to solicitor if available, and if they can't help then find someone who will. got it. ... are you actually taking notes on this? well, yes? i mean, you're taking the time to teach me what i should have already known, the least i can do is pay attention and learn quickly, right? that... you bring honor to your house. okay, i haven't gotten that far in my reading. what precisely does that mean, and how should i be responding?

malfoy eventually works up the nerve to apologize to harry for getting off on the wrong foot (as they've both been avoiding further antagonism) and offer an invitation to his house for the holidays, to which harry looks shifty until neville steps up and says he's already got a prior engagement, thanks, but perhaps malfoy would be up for attending the longbottom's annual yule ball? and malfoy is a bit embarrassed because yeah he should've guessed the longbottoms would've claimed first dibs on the potter, but that's a bit overshadowed by being the first malfoy invited to longbottom manor in a longass time. like, pre-immigration-to-the-isles ass time. he accepts with alacrity and runs off to write his mother. (harry asks if neville really meant it and is nearly smothered in the hug that follows. the latest longbottom is quickly coming to the conclusion that the potter needs all the hugs he can get)

wait, so when you said that 'our houses are friends', did you actually mean something more along the lines of 'your house pays fealty to mine'? because that is what i am seeing here. are you just now looking that up?! peace! i thought it was the usual mutual aid alliance. i started with the more recent records, but they just say that of course our houses always act together, what more do you expect from longbottoms and potters? i've only just now gotten far enough back to figure out how we got that way, is all. fair. yes, your ancestors did swear to mine. standard oath for that period, protection for service and mutual good faith. it doesn't really come up in daily life, just when one or the other of us gets into some sort of trouble. i'll get you a look at our family chronicles over holiday, if you like? cool. but, er, it says something about renewal of oaths? not until i'm confident you know exactly what you're doing. you've enough people trying to take advantage of you, i'll not add to that list. bit difficult to take appropriate revenge on myself, you see. well. i wouldn't want to make trouble, i suppose. so remind me what devil's snare has to do with purple sponge mold again? they're symbiotic, see; the snare needs the dark to survive, while the mold grows faster when watered with blood...

so hufflepuff house in general is more-or-less rule-abiding, but they are still teenagers and dumbledore's little speech about the third floor and death is a fucking challenge. they held a whole house meeting about it and set up their own rules, 'nobody below third year' and 'this shouldn't need saying but Share Your Findings!', and 'anyone who disobeys will be turned in to the professors, yes, bartely, that means prefects too'. because they know the younger years will unionize if they aren't included in some way, they're mapping it out on one of the walls, having bribed the weasley twins to come up with ink the professors couldn't see. by the end of the year and quirrel's little game, hufflepuff house has it pretty much figured out - the whole thing is a trap, designed to match an intruder's skill level and let them in, with just enough trouble to dispel suspicion, but not out. luckily for hufflepuff, it's designed for a single intruder, not a group. only the potions challenge seems to have taken that into account, such that if you aren't prepared only one person can get past at all. but they have most of the permutations mapped, and when harry's little squad realizes what's up, it's a hufflepuff prefect they go to. they end up making extra barriers around the area, spirit wards as well as physical - turns out ron is Real Good at Walls these days - rather than going in after, but we still get a nice dramatic scene - maybe harry helped cast one of the wards and he uses that link? maybe it's in a dream the next night? - and quirrel is still thoroughly gone.

everyone passes their exams, more or less, and then it's time to negotiate living arrangements. harry, being now old enough to have some say in the matter, uses that fealty oath to be like 'actually neville is the boss of me, headmaster, not you, and neville's gran is the boss of him, so i'll be staying with her for the holidays kthxbai', at which point dumbledore is forced to disclose the whole blood ward business rather ahead of schedule, to which madam augusta is Even More Narked, but that's when neville steps up and asks if the wards are bound to the house or to the family, because if it's the house then he's going with harry and if it's the family then they're all coming with him, so there. nobody is quite sure how to explain to the Young Longbottom that the dursleys are grown adults with no obligation to listen to him, not least because technically he will someday outrank everybody present and has no obligation to listen to any of them, but dumbledore admits that it is the house actually, so he gets to go negotiate the dursleys into letting yet another preteen cohabitate with them. in the background somewhere, ron and hermione have made arrangements to spend a week or two at each others' houses. it'll be fun. harry promises to write malfoy over the summer, having graduated to awkward-but-vaguely-friendly acquaintances. we'll see how that goes.

ron has a Supremely Awkward summer at home with his gryffindor family, and finds himself ducking into percy's room more than once for a bit of peace and quiet (percy tolerates this in exchange for a good word in penelope's ear) and avoiding the twins wherever possible. he has a great time at hermione's though, picks up a few words of french, and arthur at least enjoys hermione's return visit. they quietly agree that most future summer visits should be at her house.

#harry potter #neville longbottom #wizarding lords #phonefic #help i don't know what i'm doing #fuck jk rowling

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alswonderland · 7 years

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Be my valentine?

parring: Draco Malfoy x reader

request: can i please have a draco malfoy imagine where the reader is Harry's (twin??) sister but was placed in slytherin. maybe hate each other at first and then like each other?

requested by: @imagineall-thefandoms

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A/n: I didn’t make any valentine imagines so I did this one hope its good? it’s my first Draco fic. Feedback appreciated! enjoy!

You sat by yourself in one of the booths in the Hogwarts express, after you said your goodbye’s to the Weasley’s.

The Weasley’s were like Family to you and your twin brother Harry. You closed your eyes, trying to get some sleep before you arrived at Hogwarts.

You heard the door of your cabin open and someone walked in. You opened your eyes and saw your best friend Hermione, she put her luggage on top of her seat with a huff.

“Oh hi there Y/n, did I wake you?” You smiled and shook your head. “Where are the boy’s?” You asked looking out of the window. “Boys? I thought they were with you?” She pointed at the luggage that was placed on top of your seat.

“I guess they came in before us?” You stated and Hermione simply shrugged.

You looked out the window and remember the first time you rode the Hogwarts express. You still couldn’t believe it, you were a wizard. It all seemed like a dream and you feared that one day you would wake up under the stairs case at Privet Drive.

“Did you see the nerve of that guy, he took my bloody chocolate frog” Ron’s voice rang through the small cabin.

You looked up only to see your twin brother roll his eyes at his best friend. Hermione let a loud sigh and gave the redhead a sore look.

“What’s the matter, Ron? Why are you bickering again?” She asked looking at Ron, Harry sat down next to you since he didn’t want to be part of the bickering.

You leaned over to your brother “what happened?” You muttered softly. "Draco” Was the only thing he said and you understood the whole situation.

Who else could it be? He loved making fun of people and making them feel shitty about them self.

You found that out when you first arrived at Hogwarts, both you and your brother never got along with Draco.

The train stopped and the perfects got out before everyone to escort the first years.

You and the golden trio got out of the train and you bumped into someone and fell on your derrière.

“Merlin I’m sorry I wasn’t looking” you felt bad since you thought it must’ve been a first-year student.

But you were mistaken, it was Draco Malfoy.

He looked at you with a smug smile and said “well well Y/n out of all the people I didn’t expect you to fall for me” you got up and dusted your robe.

“Oh get lost Malfoy” you heard him laugh with minions or what he called 'friends'.

You hated that guy so much you couldn't stand it anymore. You stomped your way to the Slytherin dormitory. Yep Slytherin.

You met your brother and the rest of the gang when you walked into the great hall. On your way you saw Draco, "hey Potter, why don't you sit with us for a change" he shouted through the hall.

You ignored what he said and sat next to your twin and Neville. "Just ignore them," Hermione said as she reached for your hand and gave it a little squeeze.

You smiled at your friends and enjoyed the delicious feast Hogwarts offered.

* time skip*

"Like every year we will have a big feast at Hogwarts on Valentine's day" Dumbledore voice has heard through the hall, " this year all of the teachers and I have decided that we will have a grand ball as well".

Everyone in the hall started to talk all at once, all curious about the ball that was going to occur in a few weeks, "Silence everyone" the headmaster spoke, "your teachers will be giving you all of the details about the ball". Everyone was still quite not sure if they should speak.

That awkward silence made both you and Harry laugh but both of you stopped when Hermione glared at you.

"You may speak," Dumbledore said in an amused tone, the hall was filled with sound once again.

"A ball just great," Ron said sarcastically, Hermione rolled her eyes and looked at you " so do you guys know who will you be taking ?". You shook your head no and looked at your brother "I don't know, no one really?" Harry said.

"I think it's a great idea," Fred told George who nodded.

You left the great hall and went to your common room, you saw some of your friends and you smiled at them.

You decided to finish your potions homework in the common room since the library was closed. You sat on the floor in front of the fireplace and continued to do your work.

You didn't realize how late it was until you heard someone clear their throats. You turned around only to be faced with Draco.

"What are you doing up Potter?" He asked " I could say the same thing to you" you smiled.

"I believe I was the one to ask first" he smirked and sat next to you on the floor. The dim light of the fire lightened the blond's handsome features, which you never noticed he was also wearing a pair of silk pajamas.

His gray eyes meeting your y/c, "you didn't answer my question" you smiled once again it was the second time he made you smile, it was strange but nice? You actually enjoyed his company for once in your life you weren't arguing with him.

"I was finishing my paper for potions," you told him.

"I can help you" you looked at him a bit confused "what?" He spoke again "I mean if you're not done I can help you finish it if you like. I did mine a long time ago" you looked at him in shook Draco Malfoy was offering you help? "Yeah, that would be great".

After that night you and Draco argued a lot less. You were actually being nice to one another. Which was a good change, but there was one thing that you didn't expect was that you would be falling for Draco.

Whenever you spend time with him your feeling for him just grew. Harry ended up finding out a few days after you found out that you fancied the Slytherin.

He didn't take it easy when you first told him, he was in shook but he loved you and wanted you to be happy.

You were in potions class when you got hit with a piece of parchment, so you turned on your seat to see who was throwing the parchment. It was Draco?

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, he blew a piece of parchment that had been charmed into a bird form. You took the parchment and opened it, curious to see what was inside.

There was some sort of writing in it, which seemed to be Draco’s handwriting.

Will you be my valentine?

You reread the same words at least 5 times still not believing that your recent crush and ex- enemy Draco Malfoy was asking you to be his valentine.

You looked at him and mouthed a 'yes' he looked at you wide-eyed, a huge smile forming on his gorgeous face.

"YES!" He screamed, the entire class turned around and looked at Draco who had his hands in the air. He lowered his hands a bit embarrassed.

"Mr. Malfoy do you mind telling us why did you disturb the whole class" professor Snape asked sternly. Draco looked at him then at you, with a grin he said: " no I'm good Professor".

"Well, in that case, you get a week of detention," Snape said as he started to write on the blackboard once again.

Draco didn't care if he had a week of detention, for you, he wouldn't care if he had detention for a whole year.

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I’ve been trying so hard to figure out how I was going to frame the description of my grief on this three year anniversary of Michael’s death. Such a difficult topic. Sometimes I’m afraid to talk about it at all. Despite my independent nature and combative streak, I get tired of feeling like my emotions don’t fit into other people’s expectations of what grief is supposed to be. Like anything else that will ultimately affect everyone, apparently there are rules and measures. Or maybe “an app for that.” When I talk about my sadness, I often feel resistance, discomfort or sometimes disbelief. Mostly it feels like people think I’m supposed to be done. Which I definitely am not. Ultimately, I really don’t care about anyone’s opinions. The responses are often tiresome, though, and make me feel even lonelier than I was in the first place. I need to acknowledge myself and I intend to do just that. And funnily enough, I found an avenue into my current mental state by thinking about this book I read decades ago, one that made such a huge impression that I’ve never forgotten it. Geek Love. In the early 1990’s, Michael and I were on our first trip to New Orleans. He was attending a National League of Cities convention as he was an alderman on our local city council. His flight was free and he had a per diem for expenses. We decided to spring for my ticket and grab a mini-vacation. We farmed out the kids and were so excited to be getting away on our own. Almost always broke, we felt like we’d be in the lap of luxury at the Sheraton Hotel on Canal Street, right next to the French Quarter. Unfortunately, the day before we left, the clutch went out on Michael’s truck to the tune of $1100. I was so anxious about money but pushed that aside and decided we’d deal with everything later and just have our good time. On our first night we had a fabulous dinner at a famous restaurant and blew our entire four days’ per diem on that first meal. Kind of classic for us. We were off to a great start. Michael attended his meetings while I went sightseeing. I hopped on and off the trolley cars and visited shops on Magazine Street. I went to the Museum of the Confederacy which was small but stuffed with incredible artifacts. When Michael was free, we hit all the classic city highlights.

Beignets and hot chocolate at Cafe du Monde. Jackson Square and The French Market. The Aquarium and the Audubon Zoo. The Historic St. Louis Cemetery and the famous praline shops in the Quarter. We stopped at a pub well-known for muffuletta sandwiches and brought them aboard the Natchez for the requiste steamboat ride on the Mississippi River. We went to Preservation Hall and saw the Neville Brothers and Maria Muldaur. We ate at more famous restaurants including the brand new NOLA run by Emeril Lagasse who’d recently left his chef post at Commander’s Palace. We ate there too. Those few days were a gluttonous affair on every level and we headed for home with a surfeit of food and experience tucked away into our mutual memory bank. On the way to the airport, we stopped at a freestanding Borders bookstore because I’d already finished the book I’d brought to read on the plane ride. That’s where I found Geek Love, a brilliantly original eye-popping metaphorical novel about human nature which I just couldn’t put down. The perfect cherry on top of the rich sundae of our trip. In looking for the way to describe how I feel at this point in time, the title of that unforgettable book turned up in my mind and led me to my description of my emotional journey. I am living not in geek love, but in grief love. After three years as a widow, I feel fundamentally the same as I did right after Michael died. I am still in love with my partner and that love is wrapped in a grief that I expect will be my lifetime companion. I am not the person who will move on to a new companion with whom to spend however long the rest of my life will be. I’m still with Michael. Obviously his physical being is gone, much to my regret. But his essence is a discernible presence and its tangle with mine is still alive and palpable to me. In certain ways it’s quite marvelous and stunning. I had no preconceived notions about what I’d be like on my own. As it turns out, I’m exactly myself. But that self grew, entwined with Michael’s for so many years. And it was a mystical connection. We both felt it from the very beginning, when we first met. I can no more separate from him than I can from me. I was digging around in my journals, trying to locate the beginning of this whole melding deal that happened between us. I found a particularly embarrassing entry dated October 20th, 1971. I was a pretty dreadful writer back then, prone to excess verbiage and these vague, ill-defined sentences meant to sound pretty cosmic. I was just twenty years old. I’d met Michael in August of that year. As a former English major, I wasn’t too surprised to find some references to William Wordsworth in my notes, having read his ode above Tintern Abbey, where he had felt “the joy of something far more deeply interfused, a sense sublime”… After all, I was feeling deeply romantic. Here are a few excerpts that 49 years later, strike me as remarkable things for a young person to know, to believe and that actually formed the basis for a rich life with someone that actually lasted. ”The heightening joy in achieving an understanding, a relationship beyond the rampant superficiality, a connection that is omnipresent…transcending the physical, traveling to remote areas of consciousness and with that utter knowledge and depth, comes total relaxation and easiness that fill me with pleasure and bring me close to ecstatic tears.” “We are not lovers, except in our minds. I don’t know if we’ll ever share ourselves in that lovely physical passion, but, suddenly, how irrelevant. For there, I know him, too. And that is enough.” Big thoughts, indeed.

And the rest, as they say, is history. By April of 1972, we’d taken the step past our magical friendship and moved in together to start the rest of our lives. We never broke up or took time away from each other, even when we got into the issues that are common in sharing everything. When things got tough, we went back to that initial remarkable experience of our friendship which helped us navigate everything. Even death.So here I am, three years out from that death. I wish I could talk with Michael all the time, sharing all my thoughts with him and listening to his in return, especially in this most stressful moment in history. But I can only send my words out to the universe. What I can do every day, is follow the advice I gave myself long ago and still share with anyone who’ll listen – find a small beautiful thing to love every day. Develop excellent coping skills because the bulk of life is about problems that require coping. I’m doing a pretty good job. But it turns out that the powerful grief I feel, although easier to manage daily as time goes by, is as much a part of me as Michael is. I’ll never put it away because it’s an intricately connected part of whatever is the thing called a soul. Inside me is a blend of wailing, ecstasy, fury and gratitude about what I was lucky enough to recognize when I was just a baby. I’m also glad I can understand the power of my newly titled “grief love.” In the words of Gabriel Garcia Marquez, “ …The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.” That’s what I am thinking of on this eve of the third anniversary of Michael’s death. For as long as I’m still here I’ll carry those feelings and Michael inside me. I could’ve done a lot worse in this life.

Grief Love I’ve been trying so hard to figure out how I was going to frame the description of my grief on this three year anniversary of Michael’s death.

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When Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone came out in the United States 20 years ago, it changed the way we thought about children’s books. Under Harry’s influence, kids’ books got longer. They got more prestigious. They became culturally inescapable. And for a generation of writers, the Harry Potter books became foundational texts, ones to refer to again and again to figure out what their next book should look like.

Vox spoke to seven writers via email about their memories of growing up on Harry Potter, and how the books influenced their own writing. In their own words, here’s how Harry Potter changed the next generation of writers.

The following comments have been lightly edited for length and clarity.

Lee’s gay Regency road trip novel A Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue was one of the most charming books of 2017, and its sequel will come out in October.

My strongest memory of Harry Potter is listening to the audiobooks narrated by Jim Dale. I was a big audiobook reader as a kid, and I used to carry a little cassette player all around the house, listening to Harry Potter over and over again until I could recite passages from memory. I also remember going to a release party for the fourth book, where my sister and I made her a Fluffy the three-headed dog costume and she won second prize in the costume contest!

My other biggest Harry Potter memory is when the seventh book came out, my family made a pact we’d all read it together. But I couldn’t wait! My mom was keeping a close eye on the book to make sure no one read ahead, so in order to sneak it away, I swapped the dust jacket with another fantasy novel and pretended to be reading that one instead. And it worked! She didn’t know until I told her years later!

I feel like Harry Potter is always with me, and always with everything I create. I’m constantly chasing the feeling those books give me in everything I write, and hoping that someday someone will love my work even a smidge as much as I love Harry Potter.

Robson is an internationally best-selling author of historical romances. Her new book The Gown comes out in December.

My sister put the first book in my hands a year or two after it was first published. I read it straight through without stopping, and then I turned to the first page and read it all over again. When my now-teenage son was still very little, probably no more than 4 or 5, I read the first three books aloud to him at bedtime over the course of a year or so. I simply couldn’t wait any longer to introduce him to the world Rowling had created.

The clarity of [Rowling’s] vision continues to astonish and inspire me. She saw, right from the beginning, where the great arc of the series would lead Harry and his friends, and she knew exactly how those thousands of puzzle pieces would fit together. I also adore Harry himself, not least because he reminds me of another orphan who only wanted to be loved and have a place to belong and a family to call her own: Anne Shirley [of Anne of Green Gables].

For me, Rowling herself is the inspiration. I’d dreamed of writing a book for years, but for one reason or another I kept putting it off. And then, late one night when I was up with my weeks-old daughter, I watched a documentary about Rowling, and how difficult her life was before the great success of Harry Potter. She wrote her first book without any of the supports that many people would consider essential to such a grand endeavor: no supportive partner, no child care, no money for things like a computer or research trips or even a nice cup of coffee at the end of a bad day. She kept going through the bad days; she never gave up. I started writing my first book the next morning.

Knisley is an author and illustrator who reimagined each Harry Potter book as a poster-length comic. Her new book Kid Gloves comes out in February.

I was that cool kid who had a book club with my sixth-grade teacher. We’d trade books that we thought the other would like all through elementary school and into high school. In my freshman year of high school, she sent me the first Harry Potter book. It was the last book she ever sent me, but it was probably one of the most long-lived gifts I ever received.

[Harry Potter] celebrates everyone’s differences. We love the characters because of their individuality and strengths, and that they can find a place for themselves. I was a lonely, awkward kid who changed schools quite a lot (a Neville, if you will) but I recognized this world in the book as a place where everyone, oddball or misfit or even bratty narcissist included, could find their home.

I think Harry Potter has given all of us something to strive for — a world so beloved and complete that people of all ages get lost in the pages. I’d love to be able to write a book like that someday.

Matharu became a YA fantasy sensation on the fanfic website Wattpad. His book The Summoner’s Handbook comes out in October.

I was first given Harry Potter at around the age of 9. It was right before the series became a phenomenon — I hadn’t heard of it before. When I read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone for the first of many times, in my eyes, it was like any other book.

That was before I started reading it. I became an instant fan — I loved every page, and immediately begged my mother for a trip to the bookshop to purchase the second one when I finished it. After that, I was one of the many readers who had the release date of the next book written in my diary, and would queue up with my parents outside the bookstore, waiting for the doors to open. I count myself lucky to be in the first generation of Harry Potter fans.

J.K. Rowling lived and breathed the world of Harry Potter, and that was plain on the page. You believed it when you read it. And perhaps most important of all, it was a world you wished you could live in. I stayed up all night on my 11th birthday, waiting in hope for an owl to deliver my Hogwarts acceptance letter.

Of course, now I know that Muggle-born children don’t receive owls — a teacher from Hogwarts arrives at their door with the letter, to explain everything to their parents. It’s that kind of attention to detail that made the world of Harry Potter so special.

It’s no coincidence that my own first novel takes place in a boarding school setting, where teenagers learn to control their powers. Harry Potter’s Hogwarts is one close to my heart, and it inspired me to make my own magical school. That being said, [mine is] more of a military academy. Training involves learning how to fight as military officers, in a war against the savage orcs of the Southern Jungles.

The magic is also very different; no wands or broomsticks here. But even here, Rowling’s influence can be seen — students’ powers involve summoning demons from another plane of existence. These demons are magical creatures inspired by world mythologies, not unlike Rowling’s own bestiary of fantastic beasts.

Along with his brother, young adult author and icon John Green, Green is one half of the YouTube power duo Vlogbrothers, the founder of VidCon, and a longtime member of Harry Potter fandom. His debut novel An Absolutely Remarkable Thing comes out this month.

The way we loved Harry Potter while the books were coming out was so good and big and pure, and the fact that some of the younger, nerdier parts of the internet were simultaneously on the rise can’t really be separated from each other. The community and passion of the Harry Potter fandom was, for a lot of people, how their experience of the internet began. That community was vital to my growth not just as a creator but as a compassionate, thoughtful citizen of the internet. Weird, but true.

Lam is the author of the critically acclaimed YA fantasy series the Micah Grey trilogy and the Pacifica series.

My best friend since I was 6 thrust the first book into my hands when I was 11 or so. I devoured the first three books and became an instant fan. I waited in line at midnight for the next book release, dressing up. When a new film came out, my mom would let my brother and me play hooky and we’d go watch a matinee showing. In a roundabout way, I met my husband and moved to Edinburgh, the birthplace of Harry Potter, through the books too, because he was a troll on a Harry Potter Yahoo chatroom that me and my friends posted on (it’s a long, nerdy story).

My favorite thing about the books is the sense of magic. It was pure escapism. It didn’t matter that if you thought too hard about certain things about the world, it didn’t exactly make sense. Because it was such a wide phenomenon, it was fantasy that all my friends also read. It was my first fandom, where I read fanfic and started thinking about where else the world could go and who else could live within them. I was especially drawn to fanfic about the marginalized that didn’t show up that often at Hogwarts — the queer and POC characters, for example.

I once uploaded two chapters of a Harry Potter fanfic called The Black Cat. I have zero recollection of what it was about — I only know the title because I referred to it in my teen diary. It’s better lost to time. My first love is fantasy, and that’s what I started writing. Harry Potter’s influence has creeped into my Micah Grey trilogy, starting with Pantomime. Micah runs away to a magical circus to escape his stifling real life, changing gender presentation within the process. There’s even a trio — Micah is definitely the Gryffindor. Cyan is Ravenclaw. Drystan is Slytherin but with a little bit of hidden Hufflepuff. I’ll always be thankful to Rowling for the magic.

Spieller is a literary agent and author of the YA novel Your Destination Is on the Left. She recently revealed her Harry Potter allegiances via Book Twitter’s version of fuck/marry/kill: “Write Gryffindor. Edit Ravenclaw.”

I heard Harry Potter before I read it. My seventh-grade computer teacher read the first chapter to the class, then helped us build basic HTML websites inspired by the story. I remember a lot of pixelated, rotating witches’ brooms …

My favorite thing about the books is how they make me feel. Reading even a single line takes me back to childhood, when all I wanted was to receive my Hogwarts acceptance letter via owl. J.K. Rowling makes Harry’s world feel lived-in and real by including lots of small details. I try to do that with my own books.

Original Source -> 7 authors tell us how 20 years of Harry Potter shaped their lives

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icyada · 7 years

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Chapter 2, A Plea for Help

Echos across Time and Space Book One: "Something Wicked this way Comes"

Aditional Note: the "Old English" being used is actually not Old per say, it is Shakespereian english and I am using a translator so dont get upset please. I will provide a translation (according to my translator) at the end of each chapter

Disclaimer: As much as I hate admitting it I dont own Harry Potter (I think Mrs Rowling should rewrite the series though, its got so much she can add to it)

Chapter 2- Plea for Help

‘To the ones named Harry Potter and Hermione Granger,

I know you have heard of me, but let me formally introduce myself. I am Godric Gryffindor. I take great risk in sending you this missive across the time stream, but I felt the risk was worth the cost that would have happened if I hadn’t intervened.

You see, currently I have recently reached my 20th year of life and, though I am not a true seer such as my friend Myrddin Emrys, who you all know as Merlin Ambrosius, I do get a dream vision at least once a year. This is important because several nights ago I had a dream vision of an entire lifetime, more specifically the lifetime of Harry Potter. That includes past the point you get this letter.

I’ll be frank, your friend Ronald does return to you before you go on to win the war you are currently fighting, but only at the cost of more of your friends’ lives. The other reason I send you this letter is because I have seen beyond that. You Harry, go on to work as an auror, marry Ginerva and have 3 kids: James Sirius Potter, Albus Severus Potter, and Lily Luna Potter. Hermione, you go onto marry Ronald and have 2 kids: Rose Weasley and Hugo Weasley, while working as the Deputy Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It sounds glamorous, but it wasn’t without pain.

I have sent you a set of books detailing the last 7 years you have gone through, including what is left from your current year that you haven’t experienced yet. These books are broken up based on the year number at Hogwarts. I acquired them myself from a fellow who, likes to experiment with his spells, managed to pull them from a different dimension quite on accident.

Anyways, it is my hope that you will send them to people in your immediate past for them to be read, perhaps allowing them to make different choices and change the future to make it better then it will be. Feel free to read what you have not experienced yet; I have marked the right book and the place you are at currently in your journey.

Whether you decide to send these books back or not, I wanted to personally let you in on more of my own interference. I plan on pulling both of you along with Neville Longbottom from when you were 7 and 8 years old. With Myrddin's help, I will train you up and return you to your own time in the summer before your first year. I am letting you know this because it will change your younger selves. However, Myrddin tells me that it might erase your current selves. I also ask that you send back research, as you will have to develop your own time travel spell. I dare not write ours down, as we're already treading on dangerously thin ice messing with time like this.

If you agree, I have provided a parchment which I have charmed to, as Myrddin put it, "break the barriers of time". You can communicate directly to me with it. But use it only when you have need to speak to me, as I do not know how long the charms will last being that it and I are not in the same time period. I would also suggest that you read the marked book first before you tell me your decision on your help. That’s all I have to say here. I hope to be able to speak with you soon. Godric Gryffindor P.S: This beautiful white phoenix came to us on our way to Stonehenge where we would send this letter off. She told some Druids that her name is Hedwig and that she wanted to go home to her...ahem, "chick" as she put it. I will let her tell you.’

------------------------- Seventeen year old Harry Potter and Eighteen year old Hermione Granger couldn’t believe they were reading.

"......This is certainly sudden," Hermione whispered.

Harry nodded in response and then read the post script and his eyes widened as he dropped the letter before staring at Hedwig.

"H-Hedwig?" he whispered, a slight sparkle of hope lit his eyes.

The white bird trilled before puffing up and spreading her wings as if waiting for a hug. Harry wrapped his arms around her hugging her gently.

Hermione smiled a bit as she watched, happy that Harry had gotten a spot of hope in this dark time in his life. Shaking her head, she then returned her gaze to the parchment in her hand, rereading it before looking back at Hedwig.

"Ah, here Hedwig, let me take the package from you," Hermione said approaching them.

Hedwig held out her leg and Hermione untied the package before planting a kiss on top of Hedwig's head.

"Glad to have you back girl," the brunette said, before backing off.

Unshrinking and unwrapping the package, she searched through the books until she found the one Godric had marked, flipping it open to the bookmarked section. She then read the chapter title and paled, bringing her hand up to her mouth briefly in surprise.

"H-Harry, you might want to come read this with me," she said shakily.

Harry looked over with an alarmed expression, allowing Hedwig to perch on his shoulder as he walked over and sat down with his friend before reading over her shoulder, his eyes widening at the title alone.

‘Chapter 16, Godric's Hollow’

The pair was silent for a bit then exchanged a look.

"I think we had better get reading Hermione. This is a pretty long book," Harry said cautiously.

Hermione nodded and looked back at the book as she read it out loud.

"When Harry woke the following day it was several seconds before he remembered what happened..."

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Several days and a move to the Forest of Dean later found them just finishing the book.

"Remus, Tonks, Fred, Collin...even Lavender and Sn-no, Severus," Harry mumbled in shock.

"Plus another 50 people we don’t know," Hermione took a deep breath and turned to Harry, a decision having clearly been made in her mind "I think we should help Godric. Even if we erase our whole current time line, this is too big for us to just ignore."

Harry nodded and Hermione caught a determined glint light up his eyes.

"I agree Hermione, if for nothing else but Teddy having his parents still around when he goes to Hogwarts in the new timeline," he said confidently.

"Harry, it might not even happen in the new timeline," Hermione mumbled quietly.

Harry considered this then nodded, his voice quiet as he replied, "True, but the way I see it is that if someone else made a choice like that for me, I think I'd want them to erase my existence rather than live without my parents."

Nodding absent mindedly, Hermione picked up the enchanted parchment from the table.

"I was having trouble believing it before, but Godric Gryffindor really seems to have broken the barriers of time and contacted us. What’s our decision, Harry?" she said looking at the former Gryffindor seeker.

Harry stared at the book they had just finished reading, contemplating the situation before looking up at Hermione, a clear decision having been made in his mind. "I think we should help him. But I think we should let the Weasleys, Remus, and Tonks know what’s going on. It wouldn’t be fair to them for us to decide this before erasing our entire reality with them being unaware of what’s going on," he responded after a few moments of silence.

Nodding, his friend spoke up, her voice quiet as she replied, "I completely agree with that. It really wouldn’t be fair to them."

Hedwig chirped to gain their attention before holding out her leg for them. Harry smiled before petting her.

"Good idea girl, you could take them right to them via Flash Fire."

Half an hour later, 7 similar packs of letters appeared from a ball of fire in front of their recipients. Each package contained a copy of the letter from Godric to explain most of it, along with a letter from Harry and Hermione and a copy of the marked section of the book they had been reading. ----------------

Fred and George Weasley were the first to read over Harry and Hermione's letter, having received it late that night in their hide-a-way.

‘Dear Gred and Forge,

I know it’s been several months now, but we're still alive and kicking. We (that is to say Hermione and I; Ronald took off on us and we don’t know where he is) ask you to keep most of these things off Potterwatch. If You-Know-Who (ack, I should wash my mouth out with soap) were to catch wind of this, it could put a major chink in our plans.

I’m writing to you two in order to let you know that a mutual friend is messing with time. The changes they're making will most likely erase everything as it is now. Everything from the summer before Hermione and I’s first year at Hogwarts up to now will all be erased if this gamble works.

We've got two reasons to let you know this. One is that we feel it would be unfair to you to make this decision and leave you unprepared. The other reason…well, part of it is explained in the other letter in this package. That letter is a copy of what Hermione and I got from our mutual friend. And the other thing in the package is also explained in the other letter, we made sure to highlight the relevant sections of that.

Thank you, H. J. P.’

"Well brother mine, looks like we have a way to cause some chaos on our hands, brought to us by the Boy-who-Lived himself," George stated, a mischievous smile on his face.

Fred nodded in response, an excited tone in his voice, "It seems our secret investor and Miss G could use our help. Do we agree to help them no matter what we read in this other letter?"

They both grinned for the first time in months and answered together.

"Let’s do it!"

A day or two later found them calling for Hedwig and practically shoving a charmed pouch full of their old Hogwarts textbooks and research notes, along with a letter at her as they spoke in unison.

"Hedwig darling, be a dear and bring these to them please."

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While Molly and Arthur, Remus and Tonks, Bill and Fleur, Minerva (together with Fillius and Poppy), and finally Charlie all got pretty much the same letters as the twins and responded much the same way, one person had received his letter in a more tenuous manner. Severus, due to his precarious situation, received his the next night in his private quarters.

‘Dear Severus,

Sir, forgive me for my arrogance and for doubting you. It will never happen again, I swear it on my life and magic. With that said, I'll keep this simple.

I’m writing to you in order to let you know that a mutual friend is messing with time. The changes they're making will most likely erase everything as it is now. Everything from the summer before Hermione and I’s first year at Hogwarts up to now will all be erased if this gamble works.

If you agree to help us, could you send us any text book and research notes on spells and potions you can get your hands on? Thanks. After you've read the other letter you'll know who to call if you decide to help us. That’s what we've told the others who we've sent letters to. But due to your precarious position sir, I'd like to add (probably unnecessarily, but better safe than sorry) that it would be better if you destroyed all of this after you've memorized the contents of this package so that it doesn’t fall into "You-know-Who's" hands.

As this will most likely be the final time we communicate, I want to thank you for everything you've done for me and for my mother. As bad as what you did to her in your 5th year was, you've more than made up for it. I hope in this new timeline that you and I can get better acquainted.

Sincerely, H. J. P.’

Severus Snape sighed before settling his resolve. After reading over the letter a few more times to memorize it, he quickly proceeded to burn it before moving onto the next letter. At this, his face paled as he read Godric's letter before repeating the process and burning it while shoving the information deep behind his occlumency barriers. With this complete, he finally settled down to read the thick book Potter had sent him.

Several nights later found him calling for Potter's phoenix to send copies of all of his potion books and notes (plus some Dark Arts and Occlumency books) to Potter and Granger, along with a note of his own.

"Bird, please wish them luck for me," he whispered quietly. "Let him know that I am sorry for the way I've always treated him, alright?"

Hedwig tilted her head and suddenly wrapped her wings around him as if hugging him, before trilling softly while flashing away. Severus watched the spot where she had vanished for some time before sitting down and sighing, summoning a shot glass and a bottle of fire whiskey to himself before pouring himself a shot.

"Potter......no, Harry," he mumbled to himself while raising the glass in a cheer "Here's to hoping this gamble pays off for the betterment of our future."

With that, he got up and headed to his chambers, the moment of Hedwig's trill lingering in his mind.

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An: Chapter 2 is done. The "Cannon" charectors besides Harry and Hermione will not making a reapperence from this point foreward. Also there is 1 more chapter to come in this Book. Then I will be moving onto Book 2. Also Godric and MABYE Merlin will reappear in Book 3. Im SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO excited!

Also thanks to all the people who read Chapter 1 and the others who favorited and followed this story, it means a lot to me. R&R

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