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bowiesawizardmoony · 5 months

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Regulus sits on the cold floor, whole body aching from how long he’s been there, but he had lost track of time. He started straight ahead at the mirror in front of him.

It had become almost a ritual for the last two weeks after he had found the mirror of erised. The same scene played every night. his head resting on james potters lap as james’ hand runs through his hairs and occasionally drops kisses on regulus’ face. sirius is also there with remus and peter and barty and evan and pandora and dorcas and they’re all just happy and getting along. sirius looks at him fondly in this mirror and not with his usual disdain. they were happy. they were all together. Regulus knew this was only a fantasy but he longed for the joy of all his friends and his brother. he longed for james and the love he wished they shared.

regulus didn’t know how long it had been, but he decided it was getting too late and he needed to go back to his dorm to sleep. he moved his aching body out of the room, resisting the urge to go back and stare at the mirror longer.

as he left the room he caught a quick glimmer of something out the corner of his eye still in the room. he turned around and shut the door back as he watched for the glimmer again.

“listen if anyone is here show yourself or you’re going to wish you’d never been born” regulus says to the seemingly empty room.

all at once, a sheepish james potter pulls his invisibly cloak off of him and stares down at the floor. regulus is immediately filled with anger and embarrassment.

“what the fuck are you doing here, potter! were you here the whole time?”

“listen reg i can explain!” james says quickly. “i saw you come in here a few nights ago and you looked upset so i may have followed you and stayed to make sure you were okay. but then i guess i just kept coming back because you did and i don’t really know why i kept coming back but to see you and make sure you were alright”

regulus was taken aback by james’ words. james cared enough about him to sit for possibly hours in silence just to make sure he was alright?? he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around it.

“why did you not say anything?”

james, again, looking sheepish, replied “i know you value your privacy and i was already invading it by being here but i thought it might be better if i left you alone so as not to make you more upset.”

regulus thoight about this for a moment, and while it was a sweet gesture he was still confused, but really it was too late to press it any farther. so instead he asks, “what do you see in the mirror?”

james was startled but the topic change, but steadfastly answered “i don’t know. i never look when i’m here. i’m usually just looking at you.”

reg tries, and fails, not to blush at james words. he walks over to him and drags him to the mirror. “go on. what do you see?”

james drags his gaze away from regulus and looks to the mirror. regulus sees his eyes go wide and then fills with understanding. james sits down on the ground and continues to gaze at the mirror before he turns back to regulus.

“i just see us. but you’re smiling. and you’re wearing my quidditch jumper.”

regulus not knowing what to say in rely simply sits back down next to james. “do you wanna stay for a while longer?” he says as he shoots james a small smile.

james’ face lights up with a smile. “yeah. i would love to.”

#james potter #dead gay wizards #maurders era #sirius black #my idiots #remus lupin #james loves regulus #jegulus #regulus black #regulus loves james #starchaser fic #sunseeker #starchaser #incorrect marauders quotes #jegulus fluff #jegulus fic #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus headcanon

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sitp-recs · 5 months

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Hey!

Thanks for all the great work you do for the fandom! I couldn't go through the entire masterlist so not sure if this rec has already been answered.

Do you have any drarry fics which is just a complete emotional roller-coaster ride? Something very emotional and gut-wrenching?

Thanks again!

Hi anon, you’re very welcome! Sure thing, here are my favorites. This list has a focus on long fics but if you’re into shorts I also did an angsty rec list here. Happy Holidays!

(Un)wanted by @aibidil (E, 36k)

Ginny's pregnant, then she's not and Harry's single. Harry, again with no family, doesn't know what to do with this turn of events, or how to find a new life—post-war, post-Ginny, post-abortion—in which he belongs. He doesn't expect that life to include dancing to the Backstreet Boys with Hermione and Draco Malfoy. A story of finding belonging in the unexpected.

Stop All the Clocks (This Is the Last Time I’m Leaving Without You) by @firethesound (E, 44k)

Living with Draco was difficult; living without him is unbearable. But if there’s one thing Harry learned from the war, it’s that even when one life ends, the rest of the world goes right on living.

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered (E, 54k)

Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.

Super Rich Kids by @thusspoketrish (E, 81k)

Draco Malfoy has become disillusioned by the glitz and glamour of the scandalous lives of the Post-Second Wizarding War Pureblood Elite. Enter: one existential crisis, one group of thieving cynical friends, and several terrible, terrible decisions.

Merlin Works in Mysterious Ways by lordhellebore (M, 82k)

When Harry is forced to form a Blood Bond with Draco Malfoy under threat of death, he thinks his future will consist of a cold home and sexual frustration. But when a group of left-over Death Eaters decides to stir trouble, their lives change completely – and it takes them both some years to figure out whether it’s for better or for worse.

Dwelling by aideomai (T, 83k)

Curses, James and Lily Potter ride again, several Ministry balls, a teenage Summer of Love, a grim young adult dystopian winter, a few different Draco Malfoys, secrets and the problems re: not having any, alternate lives, impossible lives, real lives, allusions to Dirty Dancing, and just because it's not called the Mirror of Erised doesn't mean you shouldn't know better.

I Am Not Who I Became by mab_di (E, 93k)

Draco left England after the trials and has travelled the world meeting wizards and Muggles from different cultures and with vastly different relationships to magic, each other, and the natural world. Now he's a fisherman in Finland on commercial vessels. Harry has been struggling since the war and has become a recluse while trying to write his autobiography.

Nor All That Glisters by @sweet-s0rr0w (E, 110k)

Lonely and frustrated on house arrest, with no prospects for the future, Draco begins brewing Felix Felicis in an attempt to improve his lot. Just in the short term, of course. He isn’t a total idiot. But before long he finds himself with a thriving business, a nice flat, some actual (albeit irritatingly Gryffindor) friends, and a very satisfying sex life. What’s more, no-one is hexing him in the street. And Harry Potter is single, and gorgeous, and giving Draco decidedly interested looks.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (E, 112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

Another Mask Behind You by lettered (E, 116k)

Draco is a high-end prostitute who hides his identity. Harry unknowingly hires him. And then there is porn, questions about identity, domestic bliss, more porn, and truth as seen through a web of lies. (And then more porn. Seriously, if you don’t want sex scene after sex scene you probably shouldn’t read this. And please read the warnings.)

Grounds for Divorce by Tepre (E, 122k)

Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter. A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.

Away Childish Things by lettered (T, 153k)

Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him.

Twist of Fate by Oakstone730 (T, 302k)

Draco asks Harry to help him beat the Imperius curse during 4th year. The lessons turn into more than either expected. A story of redemption and forgiveness.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #emotional rollercoaster

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metonomyg · 4 months

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Imagine Lucemond but in Hogwarts + the mirror of erised.

Sure everyone knows that the two families have a rivalry, that's clearly shown during Quidditch and exam season. But it's an unfortunate Hufflepuff that catches Lucerys and Aemond together in the library. The two are seen being close to one another and whispering. No hate, just simple content conversation.

Nobody believes her of course.

Lucerys refuses to answer any questions, while everyone else is just terrified of asking Aemond anything.

It is few weeks back that Lucerys walks through the hall and finds it to be unnaturally longer. At the end, there's a door, which (with zero self preservation) he opens. 'It must be an attick or storage room' thinks the young man due to the dust and every possible object thrown in it.

It's the pale blue light that catches his eye that makes him come closer.

It's a mirror.

Lucerys looks at himself and visibly startles when he sees a reflection of Aemond standing right behind him. Turning around and finding nothing confuses him even more.

Curiosity, he turns to look once more.

Aemond is still there, but now with hands on his shoulders and an unreadable look on his face. Lucerys sees Aemond lean closer to his ear and whisper something that makes his own reflection blush.

It's as if Lucerys could feel Aemonds breath on the side of his face, hot and all consuming.

He could barely continue looking on as his reflection turns to the taller man and leans closer until-

"Lucerys?"

The young man startles so badly, his heart beating out through his chest.

"Uncle! Do not scare me so! How are you even here?"

"You're quiet unperceptive of your surroundings and I just noticed you going in and decided to follow."

Ah... Now it's just a matter of leaving and forgetting the mirror and it's possibilities. Possibilities that the young man allowed himself to indulge with only in the darkness of his bed, with everyone else deeply asleep. Lucerys turns to go but is stopped by a question:

"What do you see in it?"

"You know what it is?"

"It should show you your deepest desires."

Lucerys blushes and turns do go away without answering but the sharp hold on his wrist stops him.

"What do you see?"

Thanking it was now or never he answers:

"You."

Aemond looks startled with his respond but soon looses his grip before taking Lucerys' hand in his.

"Good."

And it's the surest promise Lucerys ever heard.

#aemond targaryen #lucemond #lucerys targaryen #lucerys x aemond #au #Hogwarts #mirror of erised #house of the dragon

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im-a-wonderling · 1 month

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Mirror of Erised AU

What if the Mirror of Erised didn’t arrive at Hogwarts in Harry’s first year? What if it arrived during Harry’s fourth year?

Warnings: unedited

Word count: 2.5k

Cedric Diggory was the first person to come across the mirror after its subtle arrival to the castle in the middle of the night. He was on his rounds. Ever the dutiful prefect, he opened every door, moving around his wand with the tip alight, casting strange shadows everywhere he went.

When he reached the mirror’s room, he glanced around it, confused that there was a whole room dedicated to a mirror alone when the closet next door had been overflowing. It must’ve been a very important artifact.

But then why hadn’t the professors told the prefects of its presence?

Curious, he stepped up to the mirror, reading the words engraved on the top. Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

“Odd,” he said aloud, his eyes falling to his reflection.

His appearance looked the same as it had in every other mirror. Nothing was out of the ordinary, nothing at–

Wait.

The reflection shifted. At one moment, it’d shown the school robes he was wearing, the next, it depicted him in dress robes.

And coming up behind him in a lovely, white dress was Cho Chang.

His reflection turned to grin at her, and her answering smile looked just as it did in real life. She placed her hand on his shoulder, and it looked so realistic that Cedric was surprised when he didn’t feel the weight of her hand there.

Then he noticed the ring.

“Oh,” he breathed. He stepped back from the mirror, and the image disappeared. “What in Merlin’s name?”

He looked back at the inscription, deciding that he already knew what it meant. This must’ve been a mirror that showed the future. Stepping forward again, he gazed at Cho Chang’s ring and dress, losing his breath a little at the dazzling smile on her face.

Cedric stood there longer than he should’ve, but he allowed himself just an extra minute before backing away and leaving. He closed the door softly behind him, leaving the mirror behind. He didn’t need it anymore.

The image was gently impressed upon his mind like a kiss.

During the rest of his rounds, a blissful smile was never far from his face, even when he had to track down a fourth-year who’d somehow gotten out of their dormitory.

For if that was Cedric’s future, what a beautiful life he would lead.

The door to the nearly empty room opened, and Professor Severus Snape slipped inside. The headmaster had asked him to check on the mirror during his night on duty, to be sure that it’d survived transport.

From the doorway, he could tell that the mirror was intact, so his job was done. He could turn right around and report that all was well. In fact, Dumbledore would be expecting him soon.

Instead of leaving, he closed the door, edging closer.

He knew what—or more accurately, who—would be lingering in the reflection, so his motivation was hardly curiosity. His hands trembled at the idea of seeing her, but he knew he couldn’t resist. He finally stopped in front of the mirror, gazing at the reflection, willing it to change.

And when the red-haired woman stepped out of the background, his heart leapt high and then shattered on the ground with the sheer power her face held over him.

“Lily,” he breathed, his hand lifting of its own accord, reaching out for her. But his fingers didn’t meet with the soft skin of her face; they met with the cold surface of the enchanted reflection.

Lily’s mouth started moving, and Snape wished more than anything that he could hear her words, to hear her voice again after fourteen years. Alas, all he could do was gaze at her, and the brilliant joy living in her expression as she smiled at him made his fists curl up.

It was torture; having her in front of him like nothing ever happened, and yet knowing what had happened. Almost as torturous as having to daily see the corruption of Lily’s beautiful green eyes by James Potter’s features in their dastardly son.

But this reflection was all Lily, and it was perfection.

He knew he needed to wrench himself away.

He knew that this wasn’t real.

He knew this mirror had driven people mad.

But he couldn’t move, frozen by the sight of his heart’s greatest desire.

So there he remained, until the early rays of the sun started to poke over the mountains outside the window, and when he tore himself away, it was only after he promised the reflection he would come back.

Harry Potter slid into the room, looking for a place to hide away from the crowds of people sporting “Potter Stinks” badges, hoping for just one moment of reprieve from everyone’s opinions and expectations. He closed the door and slumped against it, puffing out his mouth with his exhale.

This blasted tournament was more trouble than it was worth. He couldn’t even make it to the Great Hall for breakfast without being confronted with it all.

He dropped his bag, running a hand over his face.

Ron still wasn’t speaking to him, and Hermione split her time with the two of them, trying to nudge them closer to reconciliation. She was wasting her time. Ron wanted nothing to do with him.

He shook his head, the familiar swirls of helplessness and frustration weighing down his insides far heavier than all the toast he likely would’ve eaten for breakfast.

He got up to leave when he caught sight of the mirror.

However off-putting the inscription in the frame was, the mirror seemed to be a normal mirror. But this was Hogwarts. If the room’s sole purpose was to contain the mirror, this mirror was special somehow.

Curious, he walked up to it, standing directly in front of it. He’d half expected something to jump out of the mirror or for the mirror to start talking, but nothing of the sort happened.

How anticlimactic.

Then, Harry squinted before pushing up the hair that covered his forehead.

He wasn’t imagining it.

His scar was gone.

He quickly lifted his hand, his fingers traced the slightly raised skin. His reflection also lifted its hand and touched his seemingly smooth forehead. He rotated his face this way and that, trying to see if it was some sort of optical illusion. But his reflection didn’t ripple or change, it simply moved with him.

Every time Harry ever looked in a mirror throughout the course of his life, that scar always looked back at him. It was eerie to not see it now. He didn’t look quite like himself without it.

And yet…

Perhaps this was a magical mirror that didn’t show the effects of curses. Or perhaps this mirror showed how life should’ve passed, as if Voldemort had never irrevocably altered Harry’s life.

Harry’s chest started aching, and he backed away from the mirror, shaking his head.

There was no point in wishing life was different, because life was what it was.

Picking up his bag, Harry left the room without once looking back.

“Trevor?” Neville called softly, pushing the door open and stepping into the room. If he would’ve stood at his full height, Neville might’ve been almost six foot, but it wasn’t only when he was looking for his pet toad that he rounded his shoulders and hunched his neck. “Trevor?”

Neville didn’t see the mirror at first, his gaze set on the floor where a toad might hide. When his sweep of the floor didn’t reveal any brown spots, Neville realized the room was quite empty.

His eyes settled on the mirror, running across the grand rectangular frame. Neville didn’t harbor any fondness for mirrors as they could only ever reveal disappointment, but there was something about this one. It didn’t shine or move like some pieces of enchanted furniture tended to do at Hogwarts, and yet there was a quality of otherness that drew him closer.

Neville inched forward, catching sight of himself.

His reflection didn’t hold anything more rewarding than it normally did, and he nearly winced at his big front teeth, his floppy hair, and his middle section that only ever seemed to grow bigger.

But then, suddenly, behind him stood his parents.

Not his parents as he knew them, with wide eyes and deathly gaunt faces, but a lot more the way they appeared in the pictures his grandmother had framed all over the house. Except…they had a few more wrinkles. And his mother had grown out her hair. And his father had a beard.

“Mom?” Neville croaked. “Dad?”

For nearly a year before Neville came to Hogwarts, he refused to go with his grandmother to go see his parents in St. Mungo’s. What's the point, he nearly yelled at his grandmother, when they don’t even know us?

But when he uttered those titles, their reflections smiled with enough life glimmering in their faces that he could never remember seeing: they recognized him.

Such a desire rose up in Neville’s chest to tell them everything. He wanted to admit to his parents that he hated potions and was likely to fail. He wanted to confide in them about how no one seemed to like him at this school, not the professors, not the students, not the ghosts, and not even the portraits. He wanted to tell them he was proud of them for being Aurors and standing up to You-Know-Who.

But what came out was: “How did you guys do it?” Neville tentatively sat in front of the mirror. “How were you both so brave? I’m scared of girls, I’m scared of professors, I’m even scared of Grandmother. How will I amount to anything if I’m scared of everything?” He watched their wise faces, waiting for his parents to speak to him, aching to hear their voices.

They didn’t speak, they simply watched Neville, smiling with pride and love.

His grandmother often said she greatly missed her son and daughter-in-law. Neville wished he could say he missed them too, but how can you miss someone you’ve never known?

The sight of his healthy parents started to hurt, and Neville looked away. “I have to find Trevor,” he said to the floor, wiping at his eyes before getting to his feet. He stopped by the door, glancing over his shoulder at the mirror, but the image of his parents was gone. Even so, Neville uttered a quiet farewell and left.

Draco barged into the room, slamming the door shut. His pained gasps echoed through the room as he sank to the floor. A professor had just Transfigured him into a ferret. In front of all his peers.

His cheeks burned as the pangs of pain died down.

He could still picture the glib satisfaction on Potter’s face as Draco’d been thrown up into the air like some sort of sick entertainment. How dare he. And how dare Mad-Eye Moody. Draco’s father would be furious when he heard, and the idea of Mr. Malfoy’s rage fortified him.

Draco got to his feet, strolling over to the mirror to check his hair. He smoothed his hands over the mussed parts. The sooner he could collect himself, the sooner he could go to Professor Snape and complain about what Mad-Eye Moody had done. Then the old professor long past his prime would be sorry.

The mirror was so filthy, Draco had to stoop to find a good angle to check his appearance. He humphed. Of course this rundown, pathetic excuse for a castle would devote a whole room to a mirror that looked like this. There was no accounting for taste.

Draco was about to turn away when the spotty reflection next to him shifted.

Was that…Granger?

Draco backed away immediately, sure that the know-it-all had found some way to spy on him in his humiliation. The form he loathed disappeared as soon as he stepped away.

Strange. If she were somehow watching him through the mirror, her image shouldn’t have left just because he moved. Unless she’d noticed his attention and was now hiding.

Draco stepped forward, an insult ready in his mouth for when her reflection would return after she’d thought he left.

But the buck-teeth and bushy hair reappeared immediately as he came closer. He was about to let the insult fly when he noticed the brown eyes weren’t narrowed in derision. Instead, they were open and almost…glowing. Yes, it was Granger, and she looked…happy. Her head was turned towards his reflection, but he could still see the soft smile toying with her lips.

Draco inhaled sharply and stumbled backwards, the image once again disappearing. “Must be a Zonko’s prank mirror,” he muttered. “Cheap trick to play on someone.” He lifted his nose into the air and turned his back on the mirror.

But even as he closed the door behind him, the image hounded him far beyond the confines of the room.

Twin redheads bounded into the room, shutting the door as silently and swiftly as they could. “Filch won’t know what hit him!” George whispered gleefully as they listened to the grumblings of the caretaker grow softer and softer.

“Or more importantly who,” Fred reminded. “That is not a mess I want to clean up.” Both boys turned around to look at the room. “What do you suppose that is?” Fred asked, staring at the mirror. “It’s never been here before.”

“Dunno.”

They looked over at each other, smiles growing on their faces. They darted forward, planting themselves in front of the mirror, eagerly waiting for something to happen.

Nothing did.

Fred whipped out his wand. “Revelio.” The twins waited for a message to appear or a trick switch to light up. “Maybe we have to read the inscription?” Fred asked.

“Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi,” George rattled off. Still nothing happened. George stepped forward, running his fingers along the frame in the hopes that his fingers would catch on a lever or imperfection leading to a clue.

“Wait, it’s a mirror. What happens if we reverse the inscription?” Fred pointed at the message. “I show not your face but your heart’s desire.” Both twins looked in the mirror again, their eyes meeting in the reflection, waiting with bated breath for something to happen.

“It should’ve done something by now,” George whispered, as if the mirror might eavesdrop and react to his words.

“Aww, it’s just a regular mirror,” Fred said, looking severely disappointed.

“Too bad,” George answered. “Oh well, Filch’ll be gone by now.”

The twins left the room without so much as a second glance, their mind already occupied with dreams of mayhem and mischief.

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mrs-snape5984 · 3 months

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“It's true that I was made for you…”

“All of these lines across my face tell you the story of who I am. So many stories of where I've been and how I got to where I am. But these stories don't mean anything, when you've got no one to tell them to…” (“The Story” by Sara Ramírez)

“Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi"…these are the words, which are engraved on the Mirror of Erised. Reading it reversed, it becomes "I show not your face but your heart's desire"…and damn, this sentence couldn’t be more true.

I caught myself countless times contemplating about this magical artefact…and I know exactly, what I would perceive in there. My desire would be divided into three different parts.

I would see Sevy and Jules in their last year at Hogwarts. They’re close to their graduation and their whole promising future is still ahead of them. They’ve found their soulmates in each other…with trust as deep as the sea and love as strong as death.

But when my life with Severus would be one of these three parts - and certainly the biggest one of all - what would the other two parts look like? Well, the answer to this question is an easy one: They’re young…and they’re healthy. And yes, this might sound pathetically stupid, but I’m mourning my youth and I’m definitely drowning in grief over a life in health.

Maybe it’s just some random appearance of a midlife crisis, since I’ll turn 40 this year, but I’d do so many things differently if I could turn back time. And as the most important thing, I would advise my younger self to be more gentle, more lovingly with herself. You can’t save everyone around you…so turn your back on those people, whose only purpose is to hurt you by taking advantage of your good heart…and save yourself! Love yourself! Allow yourself the same amount of love, which you’re willing to offer to others. You are worthy of love, respect and happiness! I’d say the same things to Severus, so I guess, this connection is the reason for my special soft spot for his younger self.

For those of you, who know my previous posts, I don’t have to explain my wish for health. To put it briefly: ME/CFS is a cruel bitch! This disease has destroyed my life and made my entire existence a nightmare. I don’t want to go into detail this time….my former posts have been whiny enough and I don’t want to bother anyone with my misery.

For this stunning artwork of my actual self, longing for my deepest desires in front of the Mirror of Erised, I only wanted one particular artist to make my dream come true. @sleepybradipo, you have outdone yourself with this heart wrenching piece of art! When I had this idea in my mind, I just knew, that I wanted to see it in your unique, tender style. Your kindness and your love for details - like the little tattoo on my ring finger - have brought me some soothing warmth and comfort to my troubled heart and soul. Thank you for every message, for every sweet word and for the way, you’ve let me participate in the process of creating this beautiful drawing. You’re a gem of a human soul, my dear. 🫂🥹

Oh, and take a look at my very own Mirror of Erised. Who’s making his appearance in there? 😍 It has always been him…since 21 years, it’s only Severus. Undeniably. Unconditionally. Always. 🖤

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

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startanewdream · 1 year

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Once again trying to fix some movie scenes that are just painful to watch. Based on the scene above, only later in the timeline. Try also "Stupid dress".

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Harry is looking at her.

This isn't something new, only something that a corner of Ginny's mind had noticed a while ago and then assigned for “later” or maybe “It doesn’t matter, you have a boyfriend”; or most likely “you are hallucinating, stop it”.

Except her mind has decided that later is now and it happens Ginny broke up with her boyfriend a few days ago; and also, she doesn’t think she is hallucinating and Ginny definitely doesn’t want to stop it.

Harry is looking at her; no, better, he is ogling at her.

Other people have taken notice of her lately—somehow people are far too interested in the end of her relationship with Dean—, but whereas Ginny hasn’t cared much about anything other than the insane amount of revisions for exams, when it comes to Harry… There is a soft spot she was never able to overcome fully. So, instead of checking her notes again, she rises from the studying table that her friends had assembled at the Common Room, grabs the plate she sneaked from the kitchens early, and moves to join Harry on the couch.

His eyes follow her, then darken just a bit when he realises how close she is.

“I’ve come to grant your wishes,” she says teasingly. Harry gulps in answer, but doesn’t back away. There is a glint in his eyes as he moves closer to her on the couch.

“And what do you know about my wishes?”

Ginny arches one eyebrow before saying in her most pretentious voice, “Call me the Mirror of Erised, because I can show you your deepest desire.”

Harry laughs. It’s one of those carefree laughs that takes her back to the summer, when there were just the two of them chatting and flying—innocent, by all standards, but lately Ginny has been wondering if she had just missed all the signs.

She isn’t keen on missing them again, and there is no innocence in her voice now. “I saw you couldn’t keep your eyes off that table.” Harry smiles guiltily, face flushed for being caught, but again he doesn’t deny it. He seems bold, confident in a way she doesn’t see him much except when it comes to fighting Voldemort; her heart skips a beat. “I guess there was something there you wanted very much.”

His hand on the couch is slowly moving towards hers. “Definitely.”

Ginny bites her lip for a moment before raising the plate she brought with her; there are half-a-dozen sweets there, all courtesy from the elves at the kitchen, but Ginny offers him one specific dessert. “Treacle tart?”

“My favourite,” he agrees, but the interest he bestows on that piece of treacle tart dims when Harry looks at her again. “I hadn’t even noticed it was there, though.”

“No?” Ginny grins; Harry’s gaze falls to her lips for a brief moment. “What did you want then?”

His eyes meet hers again; Ginny’s heart leaps into a furious race. There were stolen glances before, moments where their eyes nearly met before Harry looked away, face flushed, clearly flustered; once he’d hugged her and then let go before Ginny could react. But then Harry seemed to be holding himself back and Ginny was in a relationship; now she is a free agent, and Harry—he’s not holding back now, and there seem to be nothing in the world that could stop him from closing that space between them and kiss her—

Nothing except her brother, of course.

“Pie,” Ron says delightedly, somehow crafting a space to sit between Ginny and Harry that shouldn’t be physically possible with how close they were, and helping himself on the treacle tart. “How did you sneak dessert to the Common Room? McGonagall always catches me leaving the Great Hall.”

“One of my best talents,” answers Ginny, dismayed. In front of them, Hermione’s lips are twitching.

“Ron—they were talking, let’s sit somewhere else—”

“Oh, sure,” and without any trouble, Ron grabs the plate from Ginny’s hand and moves away.

Ginny looks back at Harry, but this time he doesn’t move closer to her, as if Ron was still there sitting with them.

She sighs. “I need to go back to my revision.”

Harry nods. He steals a glance back to Ron—he’s sitting with Hermione now, oblivious to them—, and Ginny has already stood up when Harry adds rushedly, “Perhaps we can share that treacle tart later. You know—grant my wish?”

Harry is looking at her and it’s easy to lose herself in the sparkle of his eyes; she knows what she is wishing for and it’s not hard to imagine what’s on his mind either. “I could never refuse.”

#Hinny #HBP Missing Moment #the kind of fix-it that I like #I could never go with “open up” not sorry #and Ginny knows Harry trusts her come on #No I will not try fixing the shoelace scene #nothing can fix that I am afraid #joking i will try later

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ellorypurebloodculture · 4 months

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fic title ask:

the dead don't answer (they never have)

Harry Potter & the Mirror of Erised.

Lord Harry Potter sits on the dusty classroom floor, talking to his relatives in the Mirror of Erised. No matter what he does, they never talk back.

#ellory answers #title tales

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snapeysister · 8 months

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Just heard a lecture (there exists literally a podcast with lectures on Harry Potter characters including a course of lectures on Snape!) in which the presentor asked what might be that Snape saw in the Mirror of Erised, given as it was never featured in the books and JKR never gave a full official answer to that...

So he showed us a drawing of Snape in the mirror holding out his left arm without the Dark Mark on it.

What do you think?

#snape meta #severus snape #dark mark #mirror of erised

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argentaur · 8 months

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Prompt: Erised

Sirius didn’t know the look of desire. He knew the look of being coveted, but not of sincere want, a gaze like a hook that would latch onto his flaming heart, a heart which leapt from the hands that sought to rein it, catch it.

He had heard the anecdotes from the mouths of pure-bloods, a mirror that reflected the purity of one’s heart, one said, or the purity of the blood, another said. He’d have dismissed it as another tool of pure-blood supremacy, had he not found a similar enough account in the Hogwarts library.

Purity of the blood, what nonsense, he thought, while he made his way back to the dorms. He had spent nearly two hours on looking for what might as well have been an old legend.

Truthfully, it had intrigued him when they had found the hand-written notes about an ancient, enchanted mirror at Hogwarts, one that spelled desire. The account had been ostentatious enough, it might as well have been a fable, but the idea of it had unlatched something in Sirius, he had felt restless for days.

It had left him contemplating the shape of desire.

There had been no reason for Sirius to go on a fruitless hunt for a mirror that he himself didn’t quite believe existed, but there were questions buried in his heart. Questions that burned and that wished to be answered.

Sirius was observant when he cared to look and care he did. Remus’ gaze had changed over the years since they had first met when they were little first years. There was now a strange glint in them, like a gold coin buried in sand. It made him want to dig for it, unearth what has been hidden.

It wasn’t so much curiosity about this so-called Mirror of Erised that attracted him, but the thought that he might sooner solve the conundrum that was Remus Lupin.

So, no more enlightened, he returned to the Gryffindor common room and made his way up the staircase on light feet, careful not to wake his sleeping roommates when he slipped through the door. He couldn’t help the way his head would turn to the direction of Remus’ bed, as always, his eyes would always seek him first.

Perhaps, he hadn’t needed a mirror to reflect to him the shape of desire, for in the way Remus was seated on his bed, awake as though awaiting his return, the way his eyes were fixed on Sirius the same way his own were in return, he thought, this was what desire looked like.

@wolfstarmicrofic (431 words)

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic

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Okay okay 2 hypotheticals and one universe question

1. If one/two looked into the mirror of erised (Harry Potter magic mirror that shows someone their deepest desires) what would they see?

2. If they were in a hunger games scenario would one make sure he and two got to the end and then sacrifice himself (or at least have that be his plan) and would two know that was his plan and come up with a different one or would he be blindsided? (Also would either of them come up with the bluff of both “dying together” in order to survive?)

Lore/universe question

1. Are one and two actually completely unable to access their ninpo at this point? Like I read the q&a response from the rise writer on Twitter recently and he answered the weapons they got originally were more conduits for the existing abilities the turtles have and I wondered if it was similar in the emd universe or different or maybe something undetermined? (If it’s too spoiler specific feel free to just say undetermined so we don’t know if it’s undetermined to you guys or to us right now the readers!)

ooh great questions!

I think One would see Two living happily with the Hamatos + April. Above all, he truly wants Two to be safe and happy and I think somewhere deep down he knows that he can't provide the kind of love and stability that Two needs to have a good life (he still tries though). Two would probably see the ideal version of himself, which would change throughout the story in the details, but overall just be a respected and useful individual. Right now, he'd see a version of himself that is understood by Draxum and an equal to One.

2. HUNGER GAMES. One would definitely have a plan to get him and his brother through the games. If Raph and Mikey are involved, then he probably wouldn't tell Two his ENTIRE plan (assuming Two still wants Raph and Mikey alive). If they're not involved, as long as One knows that Two will be on the same page then One would probably inform him of the plan. HONESTLY though I wouldn't be surprised when they're the last ones standing that Two would double cross One--- mind you, One would probably see it coming so they do wind up fighting each other. I think it depends on what the stakes are though 'cause they'd definitely beat each other up but I don't think they'd go through with killing each other unless the stakes were really high--- but even in that case, One would probably just give up bc he won't kill his brother. Two might come close to it but I don't think he'd be able to go through with it. in the end, they band together and take out the whole organization lmao. Two would blow up the walls.

LORE:

Yes, they are. No ninpo for them. In EMD, the mystic weapons already have some kind of magic on their own, but the ninpo sort of enhances the weapon's abilities, which is why One can still use the portals. He just can't make huge portals and he can't do what Leo was able to do in season 2 or the movie. Any of Two's mystics comes from his mystic crystals, which he uses to make awesome stuff. But yeah, no ninpo, and, to him, that's a very big very bad flaw in their mutation. He's spent a lot of time and resources trying to fix it, even though Draxum doesn't really expect him to. So you can imagine why it's so jarring when their fellow Alpha 9 mutants seem to use their mystic powers just fine :)

#emd au #emd asks

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theamccafrey · 4 months

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Why I Don't Acknowledge Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

Okay, let's get this clear. Dumbledore and Grindelwald being lovers is more canon than that mistake of a book.

I did not devote my childhood to seven books for the eighth one to be more terrible than ketchup on maggi.

I did not obsess over the fact that there is one book for every horcrux mah man voldy made for the eighth book to strut in and avada kedavra me.

I did not obsess over Vernon and his terrible parenthood to see Harry become him.

And so, I welcome you to the first ever Harry Potter rant on this blog.

Albus Severus Potter

So I opened the cursed child book and saw the most cursed thing of all- that name. Why I hate severus snape is a whole other rant for another day, but I understand why the series ended with Harry fangirling around him.

Nevertheless, that potions professor was the dude who low key simped for Harry's mom. He was the guy who mocked Hermione for knowing answers to questions. The dude bullied a boy who had parents admitted in the hospital, and the side that he supported was the very reason they were in that state. So ye, Snape was great and all but I feel like adult Harry would not have named a kid after him.

I'm not exactly anti-Dumbledore and he was a father figure for Harry, so imma leave that alone, but I'm pretty sure naming a kid Albus Severus Potter borders on child abuse.

Harry's Parenting

Another thing I refuse to believe is that Harry James Potter, the spokesperson of childhood trauma, would allow himself to have a poor relationship with his child. I cannot allow that kind of thing in my Harry Potter memories.

Somehow, from what I read, I also got the feeling that harry becomes a grumpy middle aged man, and seeing my favourite character, the Mirror of Erised to my childhood become whatever ungodly persona the book resembled is heartbreaking.

The thing that made us all like Harry was how teenager-like he was. He went through some terrible stuff, but yet we had happy moments, where Harry was just a 14 year old with his friends. I mean- Harry did, after all, teach a class the ministry was against in a secret society he was the head of to defy an institution (very gen Z) and kiss a girl all in one chapter.

The Potter Household

I feel like Ginny, who was the youngest of 7 kids would want an only child.

Harry, who grew up all alone, would want more kids.

So the best that they would settle for would be 2 children. That's it. For some reason I find the idea of 3 kids in the potter household unsettling.

It is horrifying to see Ginny, a smart, athletic, brave girl have the most successful quidditch career and retire at 22 to become a reporter. It is (apart from the entire book) the most disappointing thing JK made canon. Somehow Cursed child was able to condense all the things wrong about movie!Ginny into one book.

The household is also extremely Harry-centric. We've got James Sirius Potter, and Albus Severus Potter, and Lilly Luna Potter. It somehow feels like Ginny had no role whatsoever in naming the children. I would have loved to see a Fred Potter in place of the sinful Albus Severus. Bonus points for a Lilly Minerva Potter.

Harry spent his entire life being 'The Harry Potter' and the Weasleys were his forever family. I feel like after their marriage, he would have changed his surname instead. A Weasley-Potter household is the one thing we all asked for.

All I ever wanted was a Harry Weasley married to star quidditch player Ginny Weasley, with James Sirius Weasley, Fred Weasley, and Lilly Minerva Weasley, a happy family without communication issues.

Is that too much to ask for?

#megmcmeg #dumblydore #harry potter #ginny weasley #harry x ginny #hermoine granger #hermoine #ron weasley #albus severus potter #james sirius potter #lilly luna potter #small blog

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saintsenara · 1 year

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17, 20 and 21 for snack!!

thank you very much for the ask, pal!

[ship ask game here]

delighted to get a chance to answer this with some delicious snack nonsense.

17. what does a relaxing night in look like for them?

arguing.

this is their favourite activity because it's the one thing they do which reflects their old dynamic and, therefore, makes them feel in control. after all, they're not going to give each other massages and braid each other's hair, because that would suggest they were in love.

and they couldn't possibly be, that would be absurd.

and if their arguments take place while they're entwined on the sofa, sharing a box of every flavour beans - "honestly, severus, it's cherry flavour"/"you are the worst occlumens i have ever encountered, do you honestly think i don't know what you're up to?" - and mostly involve yelling about how they ought to re-do the kitchen and whether sirius said he'd book their portkey for a dirty weekend in vienna [he did] and then forgot to do it [he did]?

well, that's none of your business.

20. what clothes/accessories do they steal from each other?

"why on earth would i want to look like some overgrown bat?"

"well i don't want to look like some perfumed ponce. even lucius would turn his nose up at those robes."

"how dare you imply i look like lucius malfoy."

"how dare you - hold on. sirius, is that my jumper?"

"no. of course not."

21. which of their friends/family pokes fun at them for them getting flustered/affectionate?

the revelation that snack are together - and not entirely shy about pda - causes the following reactions:

harry potter, through gritted teeth: "obviously i'm delighted for them both - why are you looking at me like that, hermione, i am - and the fact that i walked in the other day on them giggling while they fed each other spaghetti bolognese doesn't make me want to resurrect voldemort just so he can kill me properly this time."

remus lupin: *passive-aggression*

hermione granger: "oh, i wasn't surprised. you don't bicker like that with someone if you don't have feelings for them."

minerva mcgonagall: "naturally, i'm so very pleased that severus is happy, but you must admit it's very strange to see him in such a blissful state. i'm having to provoke him into shouting at me about how i called him a coward just to make us both feel less awkward."

portrait!albus dumbledore: "severus, don't storm out, i meant that i think it's nice that you're blushing like a schoolgirl."

the vision of james that sirius sees in the mirror of erised: "ARE YOU MAD? DON'T JUST STAND THERE AND GRIN LIKE A LUNATIC, EXPLAIN YOURSELF!?"

the vision of lily that severus sees: "i knew you had a crush on him!"

narcissa malfoy: "honestly, severus? i can't say i'm delighted to find you in flagrante in my library, especially since i was told you were both here on official ministry business, but at least your taste in men is better than bella's..."

#asks answered #ship ask game #asenora's opinions on ships #starprince #snirius #sirius black #severus snape #miscellaneous snack headcanons

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hp-shippy-prompts · 8 months

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Prompt:

Voldemort won the war. Harry Potter lay dead at his feet.

Without his prophesied nemesis, the wizarding world quickly fell into line, first Britain then, over the decades, the world.

Voldemort achieved his goal, subjugating the Muggles and dismantling their dangerous technologies and social systems, setting all magic above them, with wizards as the ruling class. He became the undisputed immortal ruler of the world.

But he couldn’t help feel that something was missing.

He ignored it for another few decades, then thought to himself that, as the Lord of the entire world, he needn’t fear any secret desires or longings. If he wants something, he can take it.

The Mirror of Erised was now displayed prominently. It was now a compulsory right of passage for all who completed their magical schooling. Everyone would be given veritaserum , stand before the Mirror, and answer when asked what they saw. It was a way of finding the loyal, weeding out traitors, and gaining leverage over individuals.

Voldemort ordered the hall to be cleared and stood before the Mirror. He wasn’t surprised to see his old horcruxes, the ones destroyed in the final war. (He had a new one now, but only one. His soul could not support more.)

But he was surprised to see the one who destroyed them - Harry Potter.

Potter lived to be contrary, so Voldemort should have expected this hollow reflection of the boy-who-died to be the same. Instead of bowing and worshipping his Lord as Voldemort thought the boy would do, Potter looked back at him in shock, before looking around himself and taking in his surroundings. The reflection then attacked the reflected Horcruxes, but couldn’t do them any damage. He was just as willful as he ever was in life.

Voldemort was curious by his vision, and vaguely disappointed that it was not something he could get for himself. He turned his back and walked away.

Soon, interesting reports began to come through when others stood before the Mirror. As before, they relayed their greatest desires, willingly or not, but they also reported a boy skulking in the background, a boy that was clearly not part of their desires.

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Unbeknownst to Voldemort, Harry too had held a portion of his soul. When he stood before the Mirror the link between them was still great enough that Harry was trapped within it. Likewise the Horcruxes (or at least the soul pieces they held) that had been destroyed came with him, dragged back from the other side with the once hero.

Now that he knows this, what will Voldemort do to get them out and back into his possession, including the boy hero?

#prompt #harry potter #voldemort #harrymort #mirror of erised #horcruxes #voldemort won the war #horcrux!harry #mod!harry?

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mundrakan · 8 months

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Prompt: Erised

@wolfstarmicrofic - 142 words

Maybe it meant nothing, but Remus was at the end of his wits. He forced Sirius before the mirror to find out, once and for all, if he was trustworthy. Or not. “What do you see?”

A slow, shy smile spread over Sirius' face. “Us. All.” He licked his lips and a tear appeared in the corner of his eye. “Safe. There is a garden. Sunlight. Lily is pregnant again. Little Harry... he loves to play with your hair.” Suddenly his hand went into his pocket, and he blushed violently.

“What?”

“This is lie.” Sirius turned away from all the happiness he surely saw. “You'll never...”

“Never what?”

There was no answer. Sirius stared at the door, shaking. “You know... I think I am a coward.” He reached into his pocket again, as his jaw set. Then he left.

#wolfstar microfic

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ofandrcmedas · 17 days

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01. BASICS

Full name : Andromeda Cassiopeia Black Tonks.

Nicknames : Andi, Drom, Drommie, Meda .

Age & DoB : 24 & November 12 .

Gender & Pronouns : Cis woman & she/her .

Orientation : Heterosexual .

Occupation : Healer .

Blood status : Pureblood .

Alliance : Neutral .

02. RELATIONSHIPS

Father : Cygnus Black III .

Mother : Druella Black née Rosier .

Siblings : Bellatrix Black, Narcissa Black .

Spouse : Ted Tonks .

Issue: Nymphadora Tonks .

Others : Orion Black (uncle), Walburga Black (aunt), Alphard Black (uncle), Sirius Black (cousin), Regulus Black (cousin) .

03. PERSONALITY

MBTI : isfj (the defender) .

Enneagram : 1 (the reformer) .

Alignment : Lawful neutral .

Positive traits : Loyal, kind, clever, resourceful, determined .

Negative traits : Obstinate, entitled, paranoid, resentful, secretive .

04. MAGIC

Hogwarts house : Slytherin .

Wand : Willow wood, dragon heartstring core, 9 inches, slightly flexible .

Patronus : Fox.

Amortentia : Earl grey lavender tea, burning wood, Ted’s cologne .

Boggart : tbd .

Mirror of Erised : tbd .

05. BIOGRAPHY

Born on a cold morning and named in the Black tradition of myth and stars, Andromeda's very first breaths resounded loudly through the walls of her ancestral home –eerily similar to those of her namesake, desperate and pained while bound to that infernal stone, and in a way, she was trapped too. The secondborn daughter to an heirless father, another disappointment, she should have been, yet she still somehow managed to win his favor. Cygnus Black was quickly enamoured by his newborn daughter's blue eyes and toothless smile. Having at least one loving parent out of two was already a victory.

Proper, spoiled, educated, entitled. Those were just some of the words Andromeda slowly but surely grew up to be. Mother always said she would expect only the best from her, Father always said she should always expect only the best from the world, and both gave the same answer when she asked why. Because you are a Black. But, if she had to be honest, 6 year old Andromeda didn't truly understand what her name had to do with anything.

She learned, though, in the following years. Along with her sisters, she learned what it meant to be a daughter of her house. What it meant to bear the name Black and what was expected of her by her noble, ancient, and, most importantly, pure lineage. And even if she wasn't as strong, as skilled, or as beautiful, she was enough. She was a Black.

When time came she arrived to Hogwarts, fully aware of her worth, both giving and expecting only the best, just as she had been told she should. And though there was little of the respect and reverence she was told she deserved only by virtue of her name –most Slytherins sure did stare in awe at yet another member of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, but there were three other houses that turn their eyes and sneer at her and her housemates–, she still kept her head high with the pride her father had ingrained in her mind and did her best to pay them no mind.

Still, one can only ignore the whispers behind one's back for so long. Mother always said that, while a lady did her best while in silence, she should never stop listening. Andromeda kept that in mind when she started paying attention to the words people said about her and her family when they though she was not around. It did hurt, everything they said and the words they used to describe her kin. But it was the fact that, after hearing past the not so hidden insults, Andromeda was starting to find truth in their words, ended up hurting more.

Standing behind one's ideals required courage, Andromeda found out when she finally made her mind that all she had been taught about worthiness and purity could not be true. But she had never been particularly brave, maybe that was why she too sported the green and silver of her sisters and parents rather than the red and gold of her little cousin. So, yet again, she kept silent. She gripped her cup tighter during family reunions when aunt Walburga spewed out her bigotry, bit her cheek when Mother reminded her of her duty to marry a respectable pureblood man, lowered her head when Father declared their superiority over others. No, Andromeda had never been the brave kind.

School ended and the next she was expected to do was to follow in her mother's footsteps. Marry a proper pureblood husband, be a proper pureblood wife, and have proper pureblood children. It was just what was done, and Andromeda had her first surge of courage when she defied it. Ambition was a big part of who she was, and she had the ambition to do more. It wasn’t easy, but she convinced her parents to allow her to become a healer, all on the condition that once her training was done she would accept aarranged betrothal. Andromeda knew a compromise was better than nothing, so she said yes.

Life, however, seldom cares for the plans one makes, and not long after she initially started her training she became reacquainted with someone she had thought she had left in the past. Ted walked into her life again and there was nothing she could do to ignore him or walk away.

Love is a woman's downfall, Mother used to say, and though Andromeda didn't like it, it seemed she had been right. It was love that put her in an impossible position; bound to the stone of the only life she had ever known by the chains of her love to her family, and desperately struggling to free herself despite the pain and fear that came with it. Andromeda was no hero, she was not brave, but the life growing inside her demanded for her to be. This time, Andromeda didn't wait for Perseus to free her. She pulled on her chains and left the stone, broken and hurting, and ran to him.

#AT - intro #lumostask

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