#the diggory’s are just his adoptive wizard family

[happypeachsludgeflower]

…wAiT!!

Bruce Wayne went to Hogwarts!!!!!!!!

#cedric diggory was just his cover name while at school #no wonder he thinks all those magic users are sus #they don’t listen to the statute of secrecy like AT ALL #and the rules their magic follows?? makes no f*** sense #doesn’t follow the laws of magic at all AND BRUCE HATES IT #and his whole stint of being killed dead from moldy? yea he just came back. it’s a think that happens ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #the diggory’s are just his adoptive wizard family #he actually lives with Alfred in Gothem but visits the diggory’s cause they’re his aunt and uncle from #his moms side. his da’s a muggle. mum’s a witch. bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out. #batman #batman 2022 #bruce wayne #batman au #batman headcanon #cedric diggory #harry potter and the goblet of fire #goblet of fire #voldemort #wizarding world #justice league

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Harry Potter OC Masterlist ( A-K )

[ INVICTUS SERIES ] [ L-Z ]

Name: Adhara Black

Story: Blackbird

Series: Lament

House: Slytherin

Era: Golden Era

Face claim: Alyvia Alyn Lind & Emily Alyn Lind

Love Interest: Theodore Nott

Name: Adrasteia Avery

Story: Love Thorns

Series: Garden Song

House: tbd

Era: Marauder's Era

Face claim: Madelaine Petsch & Amy Adams

Love Interest: Gideon Prewett

Name: Adriana Flores

Story: Is There Somewhere?

House: Slytherin

Era: Marauders Era

Face claim:  Ester Exposito

Love Interest: James Potter

Name: Alora Scamander

Story: Chasing Hurricans

Series: Chasing Storms

House: Ravenclaw

Era: Golden Era

Face claim: Milly Alcock & Saorise Ronan

Name: Amalthea Black

Story: Alchemical

Series: Family Jewels

House: Slytherin

Era: Golden Era

Face claim: Avi Lake & Natalia Dyer

Name: Anastasia Campbell

Story: A Whole New World

House: Ilvermorny

Era: Golden Era

Face claim:  Sofia Carson

Love Interest: George Weasley

With a war brewing on the horizon, everyone was desperate for a bit of hope.  And Kingsley Shacklebolt had the answer. And he had the pitch.It’s our only hope of stopping Potter from spreading more lies, he told Cornelius Fudge.  It’s our only hope of getting Potter away from Umbridge, he told Dumbledore.  It’s our only hope of protecting these children, he told the Order.  It’s our only hope of uniting our countries, he told Headmistress Averill.  It’s the only hope for saving your daughter, he told President Campbell.But, what is it?  It’s the first contact between the British and American magical worlds since Newt Scamander and Gellert Grindelwald fought on American soil.  It’s an exchange program, of sorts.  It’s sending a select group of students from Hogwarts to Ilvermorny for a year, introducing them to their American counterparts.Kingsley knew that it was the only chance to win the war, but even he didn’t anticipate just how much a few Americans could change things in a single year.

Name: Annette Diggory

Story: Hounds Of Love

House: Hufflepuff

Era: Golden Era

Face claim: Willow Shields & Kristine Froseth

Love Interest: George Weasley

Name: Aquila Black

Story: Do You Believe In Magic?

House: N/A

Era: Golden Era

Face claim: Victoria Pedretti

Name: Ara Black

Story: Blood Calls To Blood

House: Gryffindor

Era: Golden Era

Face claim:  Mackenzie Foy & Kaya Scodelario

Love Interest: Harry Potter

When Ara Black was a year old, her father was arrested and thrown into Azkaban without a trial, and she was adopted by her Aunt Andromeda.  For the next twelve years, Ara was perfectly fine with being Ara Tonks; with being normal; with being unnoticed.  But when her father breaks out of Azkaban, on her thirteenth birthday no less, she knows that it’s only a matter of time before all her secrets are revealed.

Name: Bobbie Fortescue

Story: Reverie

House: Hufflepuff

Era: Golden Era

Face claim: McKenna Grace & Ginny Gardner

Love Interest: Ernie MacMillan

Being a child of the first Wizarding War was far from easy.  Like so many, Bobbie’s parents had been killed during the war, and she’d been raised by her grandfather.  A fiercely protective man, having lost both his son and daughter — Bobbie’s Aunt Alice — to death eaters, Bobbie’s little world had been mostly limited to the ice cream parlour and their apartment above it.  Small, safe, lonely. But there were bright spots in her life too.  There was her cousin, Neville, whom she was allowed to visit once a week.  There was Madam Villanelle from Flourish and Blotts, who would always let Bobbie sit and read safely within her grandfather’s view from the parlour.   There was Ernie MacMillan, the sweet boy who always stopped by to say hi when he was in the Alley — to whom Bobbie always snuck a free ice cream.  And there was Hogwarts.  The dream of a future, of a world beyond the small section of Diagon Alley that could easily be seen from her grandfather’s shop.  The dream of friends, of excitement, knowledge, adventure. But when Bobbie gets to Hogwarts, it’s nothing like she expected.  Sorted into Hufflepuff and separated from Neville, she finds herself floundering.  The world outside of the parlour is bigger, louder, more dangerous than Bobbie had ever dreamed, and the only person who seems to notice how badly she’s handling it is none other than Ernie MacMillan himself.

Name: Carina Goldberg

Story: Do You Believe In Magic

House: Slytherin

Era: Golden Era

Face claim:  Raffey Cassidy & Danielle Campbell

Love Interest: Harry Potter

Carina Goldberg knew magic was real. She’d known it was real sinceher first brush with accidental magic, when she was only five years old.  Her mum had sat her down to tell her all about the Wizarding World—that she, herself, was a squib, a magic-less child from a magical family, who never expected to have a magical daughter herself.  So, she knew of magic.  But when her owl comes from Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry, she finds that there’s still a lot that she doesn’t know.  She knew nothing about her own family’s dark history, or that her best friend, Harry, was famous in the Wizarding World, and she definitely didn’t know about the evil lurking in the shadows, threatening to destroy the world once more.

Name: Cassia Potter

Story: The Captain Of My Fate

Series: Invictus

House: Gryffindor

Era: Golden Era

Face claim: Danielle Rose Russell

Love Interest: Dimitri Aleksander Volkov

Read it on AO3 HERE | FFnet HERE | Wattpad HERE

December 1981, two months after Voldemort’s defeat, Severus Snape introduced his daughter to the world.  Cassia Lily Snape, his daughter with Lily Evans who’d been kept a secret to protect her from both Voldemort and Lily’s husband, now a year old and living at Hogwarts with her father.Despite her father’s emotional absence, Cassia had never lacked in love, building a family of her own within the castle she called home.  The older she got, the more questions she had about her life and her mother, but she had long since accepted that they would remain unanswered.  But when she turned eleven and finally, finally, becomes a student herself, it’s not Cassia Lily Snape who’s called to be sorted.  It’s Cassia Alice Potter, a girl said to have disappeared ten years earlier.

Name: Catherine Flamel

Story: Clair De Lune

Series: What Died Didn’t Stay Dead

House: Gryffindor or Beauxbatons

Era: Flamel Era

Face claim: Emily Carey & Lily Collins

Love Interest: Sébastien Gautier

The only child of Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel, Catherine was just as much of a magical prodigy as her parents.  She had graduated at the top of her class at Beauxbatons, then proceeded to dedicate her passions alchemy and spellcraft to helping her people survive the ever increasing persecution that they were facing all across the continent.  But as time goes on and the struggle gets closer to home, she can’t help but wonder: had she been doing the right thing, or had she only been contributing to the endless death and destruction?

Name: Celia Longbottom

Story: Wildflower

Series: Garden Song

House: tbd

Era: Marauder's Era

Face claim: Ella Purnell

Love Interest: Fabian Prewett

Name: Clio Lupin

Story: Blood Moon

House: Hufflepuff

Era: Golden Era

Face claim: Sophie Nélisse & Grace Van Dien

Name: Corvina Black

Story: So It Goes

House: Durmstrang

Era: Golden Era

Face claim: Stella Maeve

Love Interest: Viktor Krum

Corvina Karkaroff knew the life that was planned out for her.  She knew that her father had arranged her betrothal years earlier, and that within a month of her graduation she would be married.  Her future husband was fond of the dark arts and viewed marriage as a necessity for heirs, wives as nothing more than property – in short, he failed to pass the only request that Corvina might have had.  Still, with barely nine months left of her free life, she was determined to make the most of the time she had.  It was fortunate, really, that this would be the year of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, the year that she could disappear to England and leave her future far behind.  One year.  One glorious year of international relations, thrilling competition, and clandestine meetings with Viktor, before she would have to return home and face reality.  But a lot can happen in one year, and by the time the ship docks back at Durmstrang, who knows what life may have in store.

Name: Danica Lestrange

Story: Serpentine

House: Slytherin

Era: Golden Era

Face claim:  Brenna D'Amico & Margaret Qualley

Name: Dawn Connolly

Story: Stairway To Heaven

Era: Golden Era

Face claim: Sabrina Carpenter & Lily James

Love Interest: Sirius Black

When the wizarding world first went to war against Voldemort, seventeen year old Dawn Connolly was right there in the middle of it all. The muggleborn was still in her final year at Hogwarts, but she found herself stepping up within the Order of the Phoenix, alongside the infamous Marauders and her long time best friend and idol, Lily Potter. But one fateful Halloween, only months after finishing school tragedy shook Dawn’s world. Within hours, her closest confidant had died, as had two of her best friends, the third arrested and sent to jail, and the fourth locking himself away from the world. So Dawn packed up her life and returned to the muggle world. She kept her head down until most of her former colleagues had assumed her dead or forgotten about her entirely, working odd jobs in the town of Little Whinging, where she knew Lily’s sister lived. She waitressed, she sang, she wrote, she babysat Harry Potter. It wasn’t perfect, and she continued to grieve for her loved ones, but it was more than she could have hoped for; it was good. And then Sirius Black turns up on her doorstep.

Name: Deianira Carrow

Story: Melodrama

Series: What Died Didn’t Stay Dead

House: Slytherin

Era: Riddle Era

Face claim: Emily Carey & Lily Collins

Love Interest: Tom Riddle

Tom Riddle was, in a word, enchanting.  Deianira Carrow was two classes below him, but from her very first day of school, she had never been able to take her eyes off of him.  And somehow, in her third year and his fifth, he set his eyes on her as well.  From that day onwards, Deianira was always by his side.  She was in his innermost circle, his closest confidante, his right hand.  She was his.  And as the years pass by, as her graduation approaches, as schoolboy visions become a reality, Deianira knows one thing for certain.  She will always be his; even if it kills her.

Name: Dimitri Aleksander Volkov

Story: The Captain Of My Fate

Series: Invictus

House: Durmstrang; Slytherin

Era: Golden Era

Face claim: Aidan Gallagher & Thomas Doherty

Love Interest: Cassia Potter

Name: Dulcinea Ollivander

Story: Moonlight Sonata

House: Ravenclaw

Era: Marauder's Era

Face claim: Abby Ross & Hannah Murray

Dulcinea Ollivander had always believed that Hogwarts would be the best years of her life.  Raised on stories of lifelong friends and adventures that she would remember forever, she couldn’t wait to board the train and experience all of the wonder for herself.  And for the first few years, it had been true.  She’d found a home and a family within Ravenclaw tower, a passion for almost all of her classes, an unexpected love of quidditch, and even a crush in the form of Remus Lupin – it was everything she could have dreamed of and more.  But as Voldemort’s war lands on their doorstep, adventure and wonder must come to an end, and everyone has to decide just how far they’re willing to go to survive.

Name: Elvira Lestrange

Story: Alchemical

Series: Family Jewels

House: Slytherin

Era: Golden Era

Face claim: Dove Cameron

Name: Emerald Evans

Story: Lightning Strikes

House: Slytherin

Era: Golden Era

Face claim:  Sophia Lillis & Abigail Cowen

Love Interest: Theodore Nott

Emerald Evans would have once called herself perfectly normal, thank you very much.  Raised by her Aunt Mary in Little Whinging, happy if a little bit lonely, her life was entirely average.  Or so she thought, until a scrawny boy named Harry, with a funny scar and the same eyes as hers, walked into her classroom on the first day of primary school, and everything changed.  More and more often she was noticing things that were decidedly not normal — Aunt Mary holding something that had been across the room only moments before, ending up on a roof with no memory of moving, snakes that sounded more like whispers than hissing.  Little things and no so little things all piling up into one overwhelming, unsolvable puzzle, building and building right up to her eleventh birthday, when an owl flew into her window holding an envelope, of all things.

Name: Eurydice Crouch

Story: If I Die Young

Series: What Died Didn’t Stay Dead

House: Slytherin

Era: Marauders Era

Face claim: Emily Carey & Lily Collins

Love Interest: James Potter & Lily Evans

As the only daughter of House Crouch, Eurydice entered Hogwarts knowing that her only job was to secure herself a proper, respectable, political marriage.  It was all that she had been trained for, and she had already prepared a list of suitable suitors to acquaint herself with.  However that list didn’t account for her being sorted into Slytherin – she was supposed to be a Ravenclaw, thank you – and surrounded by families too dark to bolster her father’s political career.  It also didn’t account for a fledging friendship with either James Potter or Lily Evans, let alone for her growing feelings towards not one, but both of them.  And it most certainly didn’t account for Lord Voldemort’s growing obsession with her.

Name: Gemini Black

Story: Once Bitten, Twice Shy

House: Slytherin

Era: Marauders’ Era

Face claim: Bailee Madison & Nina Dobrev

Love interest: Remus Lupin

Six years of inter-house rivalry could never come close to destroying the Black twins’ bond.  Even though most people only saw them as the Gryffindor rebel and the Slytherin princess, Sirius and Gemini were still as close as the day they were born.  After all, they were very much the same.  The only real differences were that Sirius had best friends and that his rebellion was much louder than hers - and that was no accident: the more obvious Sirius was in his opinions, the less anyone noticed Gemini’s.  But, as close as they were, they still had secrets.  Gemini still didn’t know the truth about Remus Lupin and his furry little problem, and Sirius… Sirius still didn’t know that she’d been in love with Remus since they were eleven.  Until one fateful full moon when Gemini goes to the Shrieking Shack to talk Sirius out of pranking Snape, and suddenly, for the first time in sixteen years, something might come between them.

Name: Gwendolyn Pendragon

Story: Faultlines

Series: What Died Didn’t Stay Dead

House: Ravenclaw

Era: Fantastic Beasts

Face claim: Emily Carey & Lily Collins

Love Interest: Newt Scamander

Moving to America hadn’t been an easy decision, no matter what Gwendolyn Pendragon’s friends might claim.  Leaving behind her loved ones was hard enough, but abandoning the war effort was even worse.  But with Grinlewald fixated on her family name, the best way for her to protect anyone was to be far away.  It was a good plan, for a time.  But when she runs into her dearest friend for the first time in a decade, she has to face the truth.  Her time is running short, and her past is close on her heels.

Name: Holly Evans

Story: Toil And Trouble

House: TBD

Era: Marauders’ Era

Face claim: Sadie Stanley & Sophie Turner & Karen Gillan

Name: Iliana Prewett

Story: Rose Thorns

Series: Garden Song

House: Slytherin

Era: Golden Era

Face claim: Ellie Bamber

Name: Jessica Stevens

Story: Love and War

House: Gryffindor

Face claim:  Olivia Holt & Emily Vancamp

Era: Marauder's Era / Golden Era

Love interest: Sirius Black

Everyone talked about the Marauders, close as brothers and all that, but no one ever talked about their female counterparts, close as sisters.  Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon, Alice Fortescue, Mary Macdonald, and Jessica Stevens.  Best friends since the day they started at Hogwarts, it would always be the six of them.  But, as much as Lily hated James Potter, Jess loved Sirius Black.  And he loved her too.  But with their best friends hating each other, it seemed unlikely that they would ever have a chance to act on those feelings.  Even if they could have, they were a bit busy with a war, blood feuds, secret organizations, and trying to pass their OWLs.  Oh, and let’s not forget, a sickness that seemed to only be affecting muggle-borns like Jess and Lily.

#harry potter oc #masterlist #randomestfandoms construction

[alexdiggory]

[ michael evans behling, half-blood, He/Him ] - is a [ 19 YEAR ] old [ CISMALE ], and a member of the [ HUFFLEPUFF ] house. ALEXANDER ‘ALEX’ DIGGORY is studying [ UNIVERSAL ] in their [ EIGHTH ] year at hogwarts. ALEX reminds people of [ SUNSHINE DAYS, ROADTRIPS, LOUD LAUGHTER, PICNICS AT THE BEACH, EASY SMILES ], and is siding with the [ NUETRAL ] during the war. but hopefully, it won’t come to that.

Biographical information

Full name: Alexander ‘Alex’ Diggory

Nicknames: Alex, 

Blood Status: Halfblood

Age:19

Wand: Vine wood with a dragon core 13 ¼" and slightly yielding flexibility

Patronus: Golden Retriever

Siblings: Amos Diggory

Boggart: Being alone

Pets: An orange tabby named Cheddar. Bio Childhood:

Alex has always been a relatively happy child, if anything a bit blind to the realities of his home life. He’s grown up thinking he was adopted into the Diggory family when in reality his father had had an affair with his mother, a muggle women, and in an effort to cover it up both him and his brother along with the rest of the Wizarding World were told he was adopted. Growing up in the Diggory household had its challenges. His mother was always especially distant towards him and sometimes he thinks his father doesn’t even want to look at him. His brother though? His brother is amazing and more than makes up for all that. Alex has never once in his life doubted that his brother cares about and loves him, not in the way he doubted it from his parents. Unaware of the reason for the distance Alex can only fill in the blanks with what he knows and he just excuses it away as him being adopted. It’s not like his parents are cruel towards him, he just can’t help but feel like neither of them had really wanted him. It was almost like they viewed him as a responsibility to take on more than anything. He used to lay awake at night and fantasize about his real parents and what they would be like. He knew nothing about them, not even their names. It would have bothered him a lot more had it not been for his brother. 

His brother who, despite not being his real brother, didn’t treat him any differently. Growing up Amos was more than just Alex’s brother, he was Alex’s best friend too. What attention he lacked from their parents Amos more than made up for. When some of his friends with older siblings were being kicked out of their bedrooms Amos never shut the door in his face and Alex took great advantage of that, constantly following him around, trying to be just like him. His brother was the coolest person alive and Alex wanted to be cool too! When Amos started Hogwarts Alex learned for the first time what real loneliness felt like and he hated it. Having been unaware of just how much Amos had shielded from him it was a massive shock to be alone with his parents. His parents who, Alex learned quickly nothing was ever good enough for. Try as he might he could never live up to their expectations the way Amos seemed to so easily. By the time he got his letter Alex had already given up trying. School years: Alex was far from the top of his class, always seeming to do just enough to coast by and not get in trouble. It’s not that he wasn’t smart, he was very smart in fact, but he just didn’t try. Not like he should, if he tried at anything it was to not do well. His parents distance, Amos shielding him from the worst of their behavior, and his own lack of ambition created a terrible mix and most of his potential has been wasted because of it. His grades aren’t important to him, why would they be? He valued his friendships way more and he would drop out of his classes entirely if it meant he got to keep people around him. He wasn’t as clingy towards his brother as he had been as a child but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still just as desperate for any interaction as he was as a young child. He’s absolutely terrified of the idea of being alone it’s quite honestly the only reason he chose to continue his education further. It was what all of his friends were doing so it was the only option Alex had to keep them around, to keep himself around them. It's why he didn't pick a specific subject, it didn't matter because he wasn't going to try, just like how he spent all of his schooling so far he would do just enough to get by and nothing more. He had more important ways of spending his time.

#nox;intros

[chirp-a-chirp]

Court of Darkness: How Characters Would Live at Hogwarts

House Affiliations: See LINK.

Relationships:

Guy, Toa, Lynt, Fenn, and Lance are pure-bloods. Rio and Roy are half-bloods, which is why their countries are not part of the alliance of kingdoms.

Jasper has the Dark Mark of Death Eaters and serves as a spy for Guy. He provides regular reports on Death Eater movements.

Roy’s familiar Aurora is named after Astronomy professor Aurora Sinistra, who is a distant relative of the Invidian royal family.  

Roy, Sherry, and Grayson are friends with Cedric Diggory and his family. After Cedric’s death, the three Invidians wear a small patch of a badger and golden snitch on their robes in honor of his memory.

Lynt is a direct descendant of Helga Hufflepuff and regularly interacts with Luna Lovegood. Tino regularly creates a Hufflepuff bread recipe passed down generations for Lynt.

Lance irregularly attends classes, but never misses a Care of Magical Creatures class. Hagrid becomes a mentor and unofficial uncle-figure to Lance.

Charlie Weasley corresponds regularly with Guy and Lance about dragons.

Rio, Sherry, Thoma, Tino, Lynt, and Rio befriend Dobby the House Elf. Sherry often makes scones for Dobby that he is too polite to turn down despite their burnt aftertaste. Tino and Lynt gift Dobby a pair of Akedian socks he cherishes. 

Molly Weasley, sensing Toa and Knight’s loneliness, unofficially adopts the duo as two more sons to the Weasley clan. She gifts them family pocket watches in their final year at Hogwarts, and they become cherished keepsakes. 

Class/House Life:

Guy and Toa are prefects, constantly trying to out do the other. Some things never change. Roy and Sherry are also prefects, constantly helping one another. 

Guy begrudgingly becomes a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor during his time as a student. Unlike most Dark Art professors, his tenure lasts longer than a year.

Toa possesses a Time-Turner. He despises Divination classes, thinking it imprecise, inaccurate, and a waste of time.  

Each prince has at least one class they excel in: Guy, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions; Toa, History of Magic and Potions; Fenn, Transfiguration and Charms; Lynt, Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures; Roy, Astronomy and Charms; Lance, Care of Magical Creatures; Rio, Flying.  

Dia is loathe to admit it, but he likes Potions and Herbology classes because they sometimes utilize rare mushrooms.

Muggle studies are the favorite academic class for Grayson and Rio. Rio implements Muggle cooking and gardening techniques in his day to day life, to the bemusement for some and shame for others.

Social Life:

Knight and Toa constantly experiment on adding different flavors to Butter Beer to sweet it further.

Fenn, Jasper, Violet, and Lance have SO much fun with the Marauder’s Map.

Fenn and Violet are regulars at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes.

Fenn’s exploits are regularly detailed by Rita Skeeter.  

Rio and Violet are on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Rio as captain and Violet as seeker. Violet is extra wary during matches with Slytherin as she has been on the receiving end of Fenn’s tricks during games.

Lance has the skill to be on the Quidditch team, but chooses to spend his much of his free time in the Forbidden Forest hanging out with werewolves and hippogriffs. Knight is on the Quidditch team, playing as seeker in his shorter form and a Chaser in his taller form. Grayson serves as a Quidditch referee—though his flying skills are just as good, if not better, than Rio’s, he does not want to participate because it would mean competing against Sherry’s Hufflepuffs.    

#court of darkness #hogwarts #voltage games #crossover #guy avari #toa qelsum #fenn luxure #lynt akedia #roy invidia #rio voleri

[witcheschess]

I don't so sports, but I do theater, and at my school the seniors unofficially 'adopt' freshmen and act like their big siblings. So I wanna see more of the Gryffindor Quidditch team adopting Harry!

Fred and George messing up Harry's hair.

Katie freaking out when Harry gets a minor bruise after falling during practice.

Alicia getting detention for throwing a book at a first-year who called Harry scrawny.

Angelina giving him random advice.

"When you go on a date with a girl, make sure to offer your coat if it gets cold."

"I'm eleven, but thanks."

Oliver telling his teammates to knock it off when they baby Harry, but not with as much urgency as usual.

The team teaching Harry their traditions.

"Knock on wood!" *everyone hits Oliver with their brooms*

Fred and George lifting Harry up on their shoulders at the party after the match.

No one really wanting to do the game when Harry's in the hospital wing. Not just because he's a great player, but because they miss the little guy.

All of them sitting by his bed together in the hospital wing.

Oliver giving Harry tips, and feeling pride every time Harry takes them perfectly.

Katie vomiting when Harry breaks his arm.

Oliver realizing Harry, in his third year, has a crush on him, and in the most awkward conversation ever, telling him he's gay.

"Potter, just thought you should know that... I'm gay."

"Oh... Er, okay. That's cool... Why are you telling me this?"

"Well... just thought you should know that... a lot of people are gay. It's normal."

"Okay? I don't have a problem with gay people... Wait, do you think I'm gay?"

"No, but, if you are, no one will be mad at you."

"...Thanks."

The group having a small party for Oliver the day before the seventh years graduate. All of them telling Harry it's okay if he wants to cry, even though he's the only one not crying.

Harry feeling a strange tug in his chest when he watches Oliver leave.

Harry getting distracted by both Cho and Cedric during fourth year.

The team realizing and doing everything they can to let him know he's normal.

Fred and George listing the guys at school they'd totally make out with if they weren't straight. Angelina talking about the girls she'd kiss. Katie and Alicia obnoxiously flirting whenever they get the chance.

Everyone spying on Harry for the weeks up to the Yule Ball to see if he'll ever ask out Cedric.

"Diggory's like 17," Angelina says. "Even if Harry asks him, he'll probably say no."

"He needs to have his first heartbreak young," Alicia explains.

"Isn't he dating Ron?" Katie asks.

"We though that at first too," Fred says.

Harry catching them peaking over the corridor.

"What are you all doing?"

"Nothing," "Hide-and-seek," "Bird-watching," "Big kid stuff," and "Your mum, wait shit sorry—" are all said in unison.

Everyone watching him at the Yule Ball.

"Stop sitting in the corner feeling sorry for yourself and ask him!" Angelina whisper-yells to no one in particular.

Harry overhearing them and confronting them.

"You think I like Cedric?"

"Some of us know what it's like to be in your shoes, Harry," Katie explains, gesturing to herself and Alicia. "It's accepted in the wizarding world, except for the Purebloods."

"And we know your family sucks," Fred says.

"We just thought you ought to know that we don't suck," George adds.

Harry suddenly realizing why Oliver came out to him. Awkwardly thanking them, feeling something he's only ever felt around the Weasleys.

Harry realizing that if the Weasleys are his family, then so are his teammates.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team taking care of their little brother.

#lmao when you accidentally wrote a whole fic #hp headcanons #harry potter #philosopher's stone #fred weasley #george weasley #katie bell #alicia spinnet #angelina johnson #oliver wood #goblet of fire #prisoner of azkaban #chamber of secrets #unsanitary / #family mention / #mother mention / #mine

[lifenodaijobu]

Just a little list of my soft Draco obsession

For  @vemodalensx

Theres a few here but I’ve left some out since the list was getting a bit long. I might make another list with more.

The list separated between cute Draco and vulnerable Draco just so you can choose whether or not you want a bit of sadness with your softness ^3^

Oh and ofc it goes without saying that the whole list is Bottom Draco hehe

Cute Soft Draco

Flower Crowns (2.4k words)

It started with a single flower 🥀 Draco makes flower crowns for Harry and that is how the whole school finds out about them. A happy dose of Harry with flowers in his hair, and a smitten Draco.

Dreaming of you (21k words)

Harry has nightmares, he wishes for a night when he can sleep without nightmares. What happens when he starts dreaming of Draco Malfoy? Draco left the wizarding world after the war, he's a librarian and lives peacefully in muggle London, what happens when Harry fucking Potter shows up at his work place?

Honey (

Harry is sick of Draco's oh-so-adorable endearments.

The Care and Management of Volatile Veelas 

Harry adopts a Veela. He really didn’t mean to.

Quidditch Wife (Part 2)

Theres no real summary for this except for  It's got all my favourite guilty pleasures, like protective!Harry and vulnerable!Draco, with a side of jealous!Harry and SportyQuidditch!Harry (and I think the top!Harry rather goes without saying).

All our pieces....fall right into places series

The first story:  Draco had had a crush for a while and now that he had Harry in his bed...He was everything that Draco needed.

Trick or Treat

Harry had no idea that he was such a fetishist - a fact which he discovers on Halloween.

Pretty

Harry finds a pair of stockings in the back of their dresser.

The Sweater

After being forced to room together in 8th year, Draco and Harry become friends and decide to continue their living arrangements post Hogwarts. The only problem is, Draco can't seem to stop stealing Harry's clothes.

1095 Roses for a life time

Being woken up by the lips of your boyfriend is always a nice surprise, especially on the morning of yours third anniversary of dating, which leads to hot and passionate morning activity. But all this is just to indulge in themselves, Harry's surprise includes roses and a promise for a lifetime. Will they be the right choice?

Get your kinks out

Harry plays seeker for the Magpies, and he discovers that one of his teammates secretly wears lace panties. What begins as a sexual relationship becomes increasingly complicated by Harry’s fame, Draco’s family, and Harry’s ambivalent feelings about dominating Draco.

Can’t say no

Draco really has the worst friends. When they put a spell on him that he has to say no to everything Harry says.....things don't turn out well.

OR

That time when Harry proposes and gets turned down because of his horrible friends.

What Draco wants

Out of anything a petty fight with Harry Potter could have led to, Draco Malfoy least expected it to end with him bent over a table, questioning his relationship and feelings for Potter, and having the best sex of his life.

Criminal

Things were going just fine for Draco Malfoy. He successfully conned and counted cards across Europe and America, amassing a small fortune, along with a lengthy rap sheet. That was until he made the grave mistake of returning to England for a high stakes card game and got himself caught – by Harry Potter no less. Now, Draco is stuck in England under Auror Potter’s guard with no friends, no distractions, and no escape. How the hell will he pass the time? And since when did Potter get so bloody fit? 

Things Change

Harry and Draco's friends notice something different about them when they fight. See what they find out when they walk down an empty hallway. 

Whats a little veritasium between two sworn enemies?

Draco Malfoy has a nasty habit of always coming across such bad luck no matter where circumstance presents itself and unfortunately that doesn't seem to change when his bloody nemesis Harry Potter over hears him talking about Veritaserum potions in the hallways past curfew. ( It was Pansy fault really)

Harry wants to know what the Slytherin boy is up to, especially with how nervous Malfoy is, but is that ALL Harry wants to know?

Mr Right Now - side note: Cedric/Draco

What do you do when you're feeling down about your ex? Make him jealous! Story features Cedric Diggory and Draco Malfoy trying to win back their loves, but somehow end up falling into each other's arms

For the love a kitten 

With Voldemort Dead, life is not easy for Harry as Old friends become enemies and old enemies become friend. With the return of three Slytherins, Harry life is turned upside down.

How to prepare for a wedding night

I have a neighbour. He is stuck in a loveless relationship and an arranged marriage. He has zero experience in bed. He needs my help so that his love life won't suck for the next few decades. He needs a sex teacher. Oh... and the neighbour happens to be Draco freaking Malfoy. And I might be a little tiny bit in love with the git...

Draco's Scent

In which Harry can't be around Draco for long without the boy's stupid smell messing with his mind, and he really, really hates that.

Turn The Heat Up

Wonky Cooling Charms result in interesting revelations

Flirt

Draco and Hermione make a devastating duo at the Ministry as the respective Department Heads of Wizarding Culture Preservation and Muggle Relations. When Harry Potter gets involved in their latest joint project, Draco can’t seem to stop himself from constantly flirting with him even when it doesn’t seem to affect the golden boy at all. He’s wrong. Harry is most definitely affected. Includes Slytherin shenanigans, Draco sucking at quidditch, and Harry trying not to be charmed. Draco POV.

Angsty/Vulnerable Soft Draco

The Draco Malfoy incident - side note: I cried big time

Draco Malfoy is best friends with a Hufflepuff. A HUFFLEPUFF! He's also partnered with a redhead git, trying to hide from an obsessive green-eyed saviour and has become overly fond with sunrises. It's exhausting. Can't a man plan an assassination in peace around here?

I’m not in your dreams

Draco has dreamt with Harry's voice since he was fourteen, so there's no doubt for him about who his soulmate is. Now, in their Eighth Year, Harry has finally dreamt with his soulmate's voice too. The problem is that Draco was born mute.

Yours for the taking

Draco was raised to be the perfect Omega, but there are things even he cannot endure. When he discovers just what Tom Riddle's plans for him are once he's claimed him he is confronted with an impossible decision. Only one thing remains clear: he will never be able to go back home.

Luckily, Harry Potter is there to save the day

Rough on you - side note: Dark Harry. This is more vulnerable Draco than soft Draco so please read the tags before you start the story :) I was unsure whether I wanted to add this here but hey-ho

"I'm the only one that can give you want you really want." Harry spun Draco around and held his arms at his side and he pressed against his back, whispering against his throat. "That can force you, that can humiliate you… that can hurt you, and you want it. You want me."

Harry is having a bad day. Draco just cannot learn to keep his mouth shut. Neither of them would have predicted it would lead to this.

But who guards the dragon?

This is an expansion of my one-shot, It'll be Okay. You don't have to read it first, it will be in the story. Requested. DMHP Sub/Dom relationship. Slash. Don't like, don't read. Harry thinks a few thinks through, then comes into his creature inheritance. He finds out that he is the dominant mate to one Draco Malfoy. But things are never easy for the boy who lived

Taken For Granted

Having pined for Harry for long enough, Draco decided that it was time to give up and move on. What happens when Harry realizes too late what he's lost?

Mourning

Harry returns to school to complete his NEWTs. There he finds a much changed Draco Malfoy and surprisingly subdued Professor Snape.

In your arms, rests my world

Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that he’ll never leave, that he wouldn’t dream of it.

“You make me feel safe, Potter” Malfoy whispers. “You keep me safe.”

Inside your mind

Goyle's taken it upon himself to act as Malfoy's personal, one-man guard and Harry can't help but feel like it's only making the bullying worse.

"I'll Protect You," and you can seal that with an Unbreakable Vow

His friends may tease but Harry doesn't feel bad for keeping a close eye on the Slytherin boy of one Draco Malfoy, after all someone has to do it. So when Harry secretly follows the pure-blood boy out past the courtyard, there's nothing strange or unusual about it; nor is it wrong.

Unfortunately the same can not be said for the scenario Harry accidentally stumbles upon as he can't help but stare in horror. It's not just wrong. It's absolutely despicable and Harry, well, Harry just has to do something about it.

A Big Black Sky

Draco shifts his head as he turns to look at Scorpius, his cheek touching the pillow. "Did you know that…" He pauses, his throat convulsing, and it sounds audible in the silence, besides Michael's steady, even breathing from the other bedroom.

Scorpius is staring back at him, in wait of something new to learn, a beautiful and intelligent child. He has Draco's mind. He has Draco's eyes and nose and mouth and hair. He is his. All his. All he has of Michael are his wild curls and the green of his eyes, and sometimes he looks into them and imagines that they aren't Michael's, but someone else's.

Draco leans his head closer, biting the quiver out of his lips before he breathes a laden and shuddering exhale, and he whispers, "You are my star in a big black sky."

Song To Say Goodbye

Draco should have remembered that life doesn’t always turn out the way you want it to. Somewhere along the way he forgot to always be careful and was left with nothing. It was hard enough getting himself together the first time, can he do it again?

Small spoiler for Song to Say Goodbye below

Its not Drarry Endgame: he ends up with a OMC cuz Harrys a big dickhead

#soft draco #cute draco #vulnerable draco #draco malfoy #harry potter #bottom draco #drarry #fic rec #drarry fic rec

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Golden Trio Headcanons

Harry

5’10-6 feet.

didn’t originally need glasses, but years of being locked in a cupboard put a strain on his eyes

eventually reconciled with Dudley when his daughter started showing signs of magic. Dudley was petrified to reach out to Harry, but Harry was welcoming and kindly taught everything about the wizard community to Dudley by taking him to Diagon Alley

never forgave Petunia or Vernon

allergic to pears

cleaned up Grimmauld Place before selling it. it reminded him too much of Sirius to permanently live in

had a brief crush on Justin Finch-Fletchley until the whole snake thing happened in second year

had a huge crush on Cedric Diggory and only realized when he showed up to the Yule Ball with Cho. At first, Harry thought he was crushing on Cho, but then he realized he liked both of them

doesn’t like the Hogwarts food, has too much magic in it

can cook really well, but doesn’t. has too many memories from Privet Drive

doesn’t have a favorite season; fall reminds him of his parents, winter is too dark, spring reminds him of Voldemort and the war, summer reminds him of the months he was forced to spend with the Dursley’s

but his favorite holiday has been Christmas ever since his first one at Hogwarts

finds cleaning to be therapeutic and does it whenever he’s stressed

favorite subject is DADA and is naturally good at it, but liked charms and transfiguration just like his dad

became an auror because he felt like that’s what he had to do. quit once all the death eaters were in Azkaban then became a professor, much to McGonagall’s appreciation

spoke at Draco and Narcissa’s trials

wanted to speak at Lucius’ but didn’t really know what he’d say and felt like he’d just do more harm than good

always fidgeting with something in his hands

originally wanted to take time apart from Ginny after the war so they could both deal with their trauma, but then it became indefinite and both were fine with it

didn’t start to think about his sexuality until after Hogwarts because there was always something more pressing to deal with than who he was attracted to, but he confided in Luna about it and got a lot of insight

never really came out, just started talking to Hermione and Ron about people he liked. they weren’t too shocked when he introduced them to his muggle boyfriend

never wanted kids and was somewhat shocked when his boyfriend suggested adoption but they had been together for almost ten years so he wasn’t entirely shocked, just more surprised that someone would want to have a family with him

they got married and adopted two daughters, both magical and both tested their fathers every day

hates eggs

Harry and his husband were certain they shouldn’t have given their daughters James and Ruby for middle names because just like their namesakes, one was a prankster and one was fascinated by every magical creature and begged to have a pet dragon

only speaks in sarcasm and puns just like his mum and Sirius

had 50/50 custody with Andromeda over Teddy. when Teddy eventually went to Hogwarts, he’d switch off on whose house he’d stay at even though Andromeda always insisted he stay with Harry

was an honorary Weasley even though he never got back together with Ginny. Molly very sternly said she would have to be obliviated in order for Harry to no longer be her adopted son and Harry cried a considerable amount upon hearing that

learned French after he cleaned out Grimmauld Place and found a bunch of letters Sirius wrote to Remus in French which was how he found out the two were together at some point

loved watching his daughters run around the house wearing his Weasley jumpers. they were huge on the girls, but his heart swelled at the sight

both daughters were sorted into Hufflepuff and Harry couldn’t be more proud

his husband was a bit confused about all the magic, but took it in stride from day one and cheered just as loud as Harry at their older daughter’s quidditch matches despite finding the sport incredibly dangerous especially since he had no idea what the hell the difference was between a quaffle and a bludger

after the war, he saw a healer for his PTSD and was diagnosed with ADHD

kept in touch with Victor Krum and Fleur obviously. each year, the three would meet up on the anniversary of the final Triwizard Task (and anniversary of Cedric’s death) and catch up. then get blackout drunk after visiting Cedric’s grave

played pranks on McGonagall with Neville when he became a professor

McGonagall started pranking back, thus reigniting the prank wars the marauders started

Hermione

5’1” max, Harry calls her a hobbit daily

never told Harry about her crush on Ron, but he somehow just knew and naturally teased her for it

insisted on getting her muggle driver’s license

was scared out of her wits to tell Ron she was pregnant. she knew he’d be an amazing dad, but they were still young and had both started working their way up in the Ministry

plus Molly had always made comments about how big each of her kids were at birth and Hermione couldn’t imagine somehow giving birth to a baby with a head the size of a quaffle

was not a fan of Jane Austen, actually disliked her very much and would go on rants about it

very picky about food and would say she was allergic to things to avoid having to explain why she didn’t like certain foods

became vegan after the kids were born because they were just as picky as her

plus Ron loved the challenge of making each of his famous dishes vegan

not a big fruit person, but loves vegetables

her favorite vegetable is a green pepper

very adamant on her children receiving a muggle education before Hogwarts

after the war, she went to a muggle therapist for PTSD, but switched to a wizard healer when explaining the premise of the war got difficult

continued to keep up with muggle politics with Harry

was immensely proud of both of her kids for becoming prefects, even though they were just as reckless and full of pranks as Harry’s kids

kept in touch with McGonagall over the years and refused the transfiguration position McGonagall always insisted Hermione take until McGonagall forced her into it, saying she was retiring she wasn’t, she just needed to recruit Hermione for the ongoing prank war against Harry and Neville

only briefly taught at Hogwarts before going back to the Ministry though being a professor was far more fun in order to make change in the wizard world

was the only one in the trio to go back to Hogwarts for eighth year and instantly regretted it when she had to walk the corridors without Harry and Ron at her side, but she got closer to Ginny and Luna

sang muggle lullabies to her kids

favorite color is blue, but as a kid it was always orange

loved showing Ron all sorts of muggle things, especially ones having to do with cooking

closer with Arthur than Molly, but closest with Ginny out of all of her in-laws

once tried to connect all of Ron’s freckles, but couldn’t even finish his arm

Ron

6’4”

looks taller than he is because he has a really fast metabolism and is a certified lean boy until he becomes a dad

big fan of muggle music after Hermione drags him and Harry to a music festival. it became a yearly tradition

his idea for the kids to have his and Hermione’s initials

loves cooking and makes special dishes on Friday’s when Harry and his family come over

first to grey out of the trio with a full head of grey hair by the time he’s 35

bawled like a baby when both of his kids were born

insisted on becoming a stay at home dad the moment Rose was placed in his arms

refused to use quills after Hermione showed him pens and pencils

originally left handed, but eventually taught himself how to write with his right hand to make it easier to sit next to Hermione even though Hermione told him to just sit on the other side of her

read Jane Austen to keep up with Hermione’s rants and immediately understood why she didn’t like it

loves the color green, but for some reason his kids think his favorite color is yellow but he goes along with it and never tells them they’re wrong

frequently gets sick, but doesn’t make a big deal about it

does make a big deal whenever any of his friends get sick and becomes full mother hen so much that he gives James Potter a bad name

does not like camping, it reminds him too much of hunting horcruxes

refused to apparate for an entire year after the war because he was traumatized from being splinched

has a knack for picking up muggle things, especially ones relating to cooking or baking

reads bedtime stories to the kids, though Rose and Hugo prefer the stories Uncle Harry tells about four boys wrecking havoc at Hogwarts

makes special birthday treats for everyone in the family

eventually works with George at the joke shop once both of his kids are in Hogwarts

always wanted two kids. he loves his siblings deeply, but wasn’t fond of having so many people living under one roof

very protective over this things!! he grew up with the twins and Ginny, what did y’all expect

growing up, he was closest to Charlie and always looked forward to the letter Charlie sent from Hogwarts. he was devastated when Charlie went to Romania and thought they weren’t close anymore until Charlie was more than willing to smuggle Norbert from Hogwarts

has horrible nightmares after the war and can’t even sleep with a sleeping drought

is the best dad/husband/friend that’s a fact but is very necessary to include

#harry potter #harry potter headcanon #ron weasley #hermione granger #golden trio #golden trio headcanons #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter oneshot #golden trio oneshot

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Weasley Twins/Cedric Diggory Imagines - Accidental Meeting - Part 4

AN: As you read this take into consideration that things are changed from the books/movie plots in order to fit my storyline together. This chapter is quite short but I’ll have another up soon!!

Overall Summary: (Y/n), is a young witch who always kept her head down due to her complicated past; one day she bumps quite literally into one of the most popular boys in Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory, and that’s when (Y/n)’s plan of keeping her head down seems to go up into the air. Things only seem to worsen when two redheaded twins start to take notice too...

This Chapter: Remus tries to talk to (y/n) about her Boggart experience but  when news is out that Sirius Black is inside the castle there are other problems at hand...

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Pairing(s): Cedric Diggory x Reader, (Eventual) George Weasley x Reader, (Platonic) Fred Weasley x Reader, (Platonic) Oliver Wood x Reader

Word Count: 2,606

Warnings: Some language, angst 

Lupin guided you to his office, his arm comfortingly wrapped around you still. 

He offered you a seat and a glass of water which you took. 

“Now, (y/n), I’ll admit I was curious to see what the boggart would turn into for you but I didn’t expect to see what I did.” Lupin confessed, sitting on the edge of his desk as he folded his hands on his lap. 

“What? My mother?” You scoffed, taking a sip of the cool water. 

“Not exactly.” Remus’s eyes flickered from his hands up to your face. “I believe that what you fear is not your mother or your father, (y/n). I believe you fear becoming like them.” 

“Excuse me?” You were taken back by the professors bold confession. 

“The boggart may have taken the shape of your mother but it was very clear that the arm that the boggart reached towards you with was the arm that usually bares the dark mark.” Remus started to explain his theory. “I may be new (y/n), but I do hear the whispers that go around the students. Now, your parents were very impressive dark wizards and they did terrible things but just because you are their blood, does not mean you are like them.”

“It’s easy enough to say that but people don’t understand. They hear my name and all I see is fear.”

“You are in charge of your own path, things may happen that will change things sometimes but at the end of the day, when it all comes down to it, you are who you choose to be.” Remus’ words only passed through your head, you were still too shaken from the experience to really absorb his advice. 

“May I be excused, sir?” You didn’t know how to respond to his previous speech and wanted to just be alone for a little while. 

“Think about what I said.” Remus opened his office door for you, leaning on it as he waited for you to walk out. “Your parents are far away from here, don’t let them control your life, (y/n).”

You sent the professor a forced smile as you left. 

You didn’t want to be around anyone which didn’t exactly help as everywhere you could go people would be; the common room, your dorm, the library etc. 

“Miss Seyler!” McGonagall’s voice echoed down the staircase as she saw you start to descend them. “Miss Seyler, may I have a word?” 

You slowed and waited for your head of house to reach you. 

“What can I do for you, professor?” You asked her politely even though you just wanted to run off across the grounds to avoid any more confrontation. 

“It’s not what you can do for me, Miss Seyler, it’s what can I do for you...” She corrected you, “I heard about the incident in class with the boggart from one of your fellow students and I wanted to know if you’d like me to speak with the other professors about talking to the students and telling them to stop discussing your kin?” 

You knew she meant well but the last thing you needed was for students to think you were weak and pathetic by getting the teachers to practically ban any talk about your parents.  

“Honestly, Professor, it wasn’t that great of a deal. I’m fine.” You tried to convince her but her glasses shifted on her nose as she scrunched her brow in disbelief. 

“Miss Seyler, now I know you prefer to keep your head down and out of things but it’s becoming increasingly obvious that your fellow students are talking about you, spreading false rumours and if I’m being honest almost scaring the younger years and I won't have it.” McGonagall confessed. 

“Professor, whilst I appreciate the fact you care about what’s happening. I’m sure it won’t be long until somebody else takes the limelight for a little while. Most likely, Harry Potter and his two friends.” You were trying to sound positive but you weren’t sure it was working. 

“I’m going to discuss this with Albus and mark my words, Miss Seyler, this bullying will not be tolerated.” And with that McGonagall excused herself. 

You audibly groaned at the thought of Dumbledore suggesting that students should be told not to discuss your family but you had some relief in knowing that Dumbledore would be the last person to stop people having conversations especially about people they should be worried about like your parents and the Dark Lord. 

You watched McGonagall rush down the stairs most likely to try and grab Dumbledore before supper. 

You tightened your grip on your book bag as you decided where was the safest place to avoid people for the next couple hours and you settled on one of the archways near the schools entrance. No one would be leaving the castle with supper so close and it was a weekday so students would have to return to their common rooms afterwards to study for the evening.

You swiftly found a place inside an arch, pulling out your uncles letter and reading it again. 

You sighed, lowering the letter as you thought about your uncle and the stress he must be under at home all alone. You looked out across the grounds as the wind softly blowed past you, it was cold with it being the end of October but you weren't bothered too much by it as the arch sheltered you somewhat.

The smells from the kitchens and great hall filled the wind and made your stomach rumble. You knew you’d have to dig into your stash of treats later on and possibly harass Wood for some of his trunk full of snacks.

 As you scanned across the grounds, you spotted a large black dog off to the side of the school.

You thought it must've been one of Hagrid's new adoptions but Hagrid was no where to be seen. 

You watched it sneak along a wall until it stopped and looked towards you. 

You knew it was looking directly at you. You could feel it. 

The black dog narrowed its eyes at you before slipping round a corner and disappearing. 

A strange shiver rolled down your spine but you shrugged it off as you tucked your letter away and pulled out one of your potions books. 

“Blimey, Miss Seyler, what are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be in the great hall for supper like everyone else?” Hagrid’s voice brought you from your book and as you looked towards the clock tower you saw you had been sat there for an hour already. 

“Guess I just got sucked into my book.” You lied, you didn’t need to tell him you didn’t want to be in supper. 

“Well, you best run along, it’s getting dark out. Don’t wanna be getting into trouble now.” Hagrid gestured towards the sunset and you gathered your things to do as he said. 

“Hagrid?” You suddenly remembered the large black dog, “Do you have another dog? Besides Fang?” 

“No, why?” Hagrid shook his bushy head, 

“Its just I saw a large black dog on the grounds earlier. I just thought he was yours.” You explained, pointing to where you saw it. 

“It’s prob’ly a creature from the forrest, I suspect. Sometimes, they get too close to the castle, I’m sure Dumbledore will sort it out if it happens again.” Hagrid didn't seem too bothered by the news so you felt more relaxed at the sighting. 

“Okay, see you later, Professor.” 

“I’m still not used to the sound of that.” Hagrid beamed as you bid him goodbye.

As you went further into the castle you could hear the chatter and footsteps of students leaving supper so you just took yourself back to the common room. 

When you started to climb the stairs, you noticed some kind of backlog. 

“What's going on?” Harry Potter stood in front of you with his friendship group. 

“Probably Neville forgot the password again.” Ron grumbled, 

“Hey.”Neville Longbottom spoke up from behind the boys.

“Oh, you're there.” Ron didn’t exactly apologise for the remark.

“Let me through, please. Excuse me! I'm Head Boy! Get back, all of you. No one is to enter this dormitory until it's been searched.” Percy Weasley announced from the top of the stairs by the common room entrance.

“The Fat Lady! She's gone!” Ginny Weasley, the twins youngest sibling, rushed through the crowd to tell Ron, Harry and Hermione. 

“Serves her right. She was a terrible singer.” Ron remarked, 

“It's not funny, Ron.” Hermione scolded him. 

“Keep calm, everyone.  Be quiet.” Percy continued shouting above all the muttering. 

“Excuse me.” Dumbledore passed you as Percy announced his arrival. 

“Make way. The headmaster's here.” 

You watched the headmaster reach the top of the stairs to see the painting was torn and the fat lady really was missing. 

“Mr. Filch? Round up the ghosts. Tell them to search every painting in the castle to find the Fat Lady.” Dumbledore told Filch as Filch clung onto his cat, scanning around at the surrounding paintings. 

“There's no need for ghosts, Professor. The Fat Lady's there.” Filch found her quickly as he pointed up the wall. 

There was a sudden commotion of people rushing to see followed by Dumbledore dodging his way through students to reach her. 

“Dear lady, who did this to you?” Dumbledore asked as she hid behind a hippo in a safari painting. 

“Eyes like the devil, he's got, and a soul as dark as his name. It's him, headmaster. The one they all talk about. He's here, somewhere in the castle!” She rambled, still frightened out of her wits. “Sirius Black!” 

The name sent ripples through the surrounding students as they began to panic. 

“Secure the castle, Mr. Filch. The rest of you, to the Great Hall.” Dumbledore summoned all students to the great hall. 

“There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Oliver grabbed hold of your arm as he squeezed his way through some third years in the great hall. 

“I was––”

“Silence! Now, as you may have heard, Sirius Black has been sighted inside the castle. Now, the castle is going to be searched by the staff but for now, I wish all students to remain in here until further notice.” Dumbledore waved his wand and all the benches began to stack themselves to the side as a stack of sleeping bags and pillows piled in the corner. 

“Guess we are spending the night in here.” One of the third years whispered to their friends. 

“No one shall leave this hall unattended. Anyone who requires the use of the bathrooms will be accompanied by a teacher or prefect.” Dumbledore finished his announcement before leaving the great hall with Snape, McGonagall and Filch.

You noticed Percy and Penelope had taken it upon themselves to start handing out the sleeping bags and pillows so you and Oliver got in line for one. 

“Why weren’t you at dinner this evening?” Oliver didn’t waste any time with the questions. 

“Something happened, I didn’t feel like being surrounded by gossip.” You muttered to him, keeping your voice low so no one could eavesdrop. 

“I heard something about––” 

“––Can we not discuss it right now?” You cut the boy short, sending him a look of warning. 

You took your bedding and made your way over to a space in the hall. 

You pretended not to notice the small gatherings of people discussing both your classroom incident and Sirius Black from each corner of the hall. 

“Are you actually going to tell me what’s going on with you or do I have to get the twins to annoy you so much you have to come and talk to me?” Oliver cocked his eyebrows at you as he laid his sleeping bag down and sat on top of it. 

“It’s a long story.” You sighed, doing the same.

“Well, it looks like we are gonna be here all night so I’d start talking now.” 

You were thankful you still had your book bag with you as you dug through it and pulled out Demetrius’ letter. 

“Well I guess we’ll start with the beginning of the day.” You handed him the letter so he could read it whilst you eyed around the hall to make sure no one was paying too much attention to the two of you. 

“He thinks your parents could escape? Do you think the Ministry could be hiding something from him?” Oliver whispered, handing back the letter. 

“I’m not sure. He’s always been paranoid but it doesn’t seem quite right. I feel like they could be lying about their new security being so high.” You put the letter away quickly before anyone could spot it or someone nosey like Snape.

You quietened down when the twins came over with several other Gryffindor boys to join you and Wood. 

You were thankful you had a book with you so you could ignore anymore conversations. You didn’t want to think about Sirius Black or how he even got into the castle in the first place. It only made you feel more nervous. 

As the hours passed, the chatter died down and soon the snoring started. 

You lied beside Oliver, both of you still awake but tucked into your sleeping bags. 

“I heard about the boggart.” Wood whispered, moving onto his side to face you.  

You pursed your lips into a thin line and sighed quietly, moving onto your side to do the same. 

“It was her. My mother.” You whispered back, “It seemed so real.”

“That’s why they’re scary bastards but it was just a boggart.” Oliver reassured you. 

“I know. Professor Lupin spoke to me after I ran out of the room. He was telling me something about how I shouldn’t listen to what everyone says about me being like them. He told me the boggart wasn’t even my mother but the fear of being like her.” You leant closer to Olivers pillow to speak as the light snores of surrounding students weren’t quite loud enough to hide your discussion.

“And what do you think?” Oliver asked, 

“I don’t know. I just know I never want to see her in front of me again.” You confessed, your eyes growing dark with anger and concern. 

“You won’t have to.” Oliver tried to say confidently but after Sirius Black, who really knew what could happen. 

Both yours and Olivers heads turned when one of the doors opened, letting in the light from the corridor outside. 

You spotted Cedric guiding some first year out of the hall and towards the bathroom. You almost forgot he was a prefect.

“You know what I also heard today?” Oliver had more amusement in his voice now. 

“What?” You whispered, turning your head back to face him. 

“I heard that Diggory walked you to charms earlier. I also heard you two were tucked away privately in a corner of the library.” Oliver wiggled his eyebrows at you and you reached across to pinch him. 

Oliver hissed, rubbing his arm before laughing quietly at your actions.

“He’s not who I would pick for you but at least, he’s a good quidditch player, I’ll give him that.” Oliver’s comment made you roll over with a quiet groan. 

“Who said you even get any say in who I choose to spend time with?” You whispered over your shoulder. 

“Well I am your closest friend after all.” Wood swiftly replied. You couldn’t help but know that was the truth. 

“Goodnight Oliver.” You didn’t want to admit he was right so you ended the conversation there. 

NEXT PART

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HPHM OC Profile ✧

Phoenix Nobleworth

" You're like a poisonous flower, Phoenix. Beautiful and inviting with all your colors and aromas and deadly force. "

Full Name: Phoenix Lazar Nobleworth Silverwood

Nicknames: Pheny. Birdy (by some of his Hufflepuff friends). Nobleworth. Silverwood (by Snape out of spite).

Gender: Male.

Birthday: 12th of May, 1973.

Born: Deva, Transylvania, Romania.

Mother: Biological: Antonia Lazar, full Veela. Adoptive: Clarin (née Tramer) Silverwood.

Father: Biological: Emilian Nobleworth, Scottish, Half-Veela, Gryffindor. Adoptive: Palmer Silverwood.

Siblings: Jacob Silverwood (b. 1968), Indigo Silverwood (b. 1973).

Ethnicity: Romanian, Scottish.

Species: Veela.

Sexuality: Heterosexual.

MBTI Type: IN(TorF)P-T (I can't decide, so he's both).

Blood Status: Half-blood (I think.)

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff.

Appearance

Eyes: His eyes are a shade between green and blue with very light tones of lilac depending on the light. But due to his Veela powers he can change them into an shape or color he likes.

Hair: A light shade of golden blonde, wavy, usually grown below his chin. (At some point, he dyed a strand turquoise to impress his crush, I know, wild.)

Height: He's reasonably tall usually towering by little other boys, with long legs.

• He's got those handsome looks expected from a full Veela, structural face but round features give him a soft look. He's very strong despite his slim figure. His skin is pretty fair but he has a myriad of scars from past transformations.

• He's told he's a perfect mixture of his parents which gives him a friendly and suave look that easily turns authoritative and seductive when he uses his Veela powers of seduction.

Veela Form: Different from what's described in canon, I like to imagine Veelas having feathers that differ from people to people. Phoenix's feathers are fair golden with the inner side of his wing in shades of red, the feathers go up to the knees and elbows while hands and feet become bird-like with long black talons. His features and ears become sharper, and his teeth, fangs. His eyes turn silver-white when he turns by his will and bright yellow when forced to turn.

Transformation is hardly ever painless and he often hurts himself and takes longer to heal because of the Veela blood. Both spells and potions don't work as effectively, which is why he fights to control his temper, beyond the fact he can end up hurting somebody else.

Transformation occurs when he's either angry, instigated or when someone pulls out a string of his hair. Unless for the latter, he has partial control over his transformation/consciousness (nevertheless requiring practice and focus).

Magical Aspects

Wand: Pearwood with Veela hair core and an amber stone for stability, 14'' and flexibility. "Pearwood produces wands of splendid magical powers, which give of their best in the hands of the warm-hearted, the generous, and the wise, also among the most resilient." Veela's hair core is known to be temperamental — which is why Olivander had trouble making Phoenix's wand, having to insert molten amber to the torn wand for stability. The hair came from one shed by his mother which they used to keep stored for such use.

Patronus: Thunderbird. The Thunderbird is a large, magical avian beast native to North America. A close relative of the Phoenix. They can create storms as it flies and is highly sensitive to danger. They possess three pairs of powerful wings and have feathers that shimmer with cloud-like patterns.

Patronus memory: The day his wizard powers started presenting themselves — he stopped a sculpture from falling on his dad's head within a beat of his heart — and they had a real feast that night.

Veela Abilities: Beyond the popular ability to seduce - which really began when he turned 14 -, Veelas can also dwell and create fire from their hands in human form but requires training to control.

Boggart:

Penny (in specific because he hates to see her cry) holding his dead sister, hurt and bleeding, and hearing Penny say how could he have done that, because he's terribly afraid of losing his control and hurting Indigo.

Riddikulus: Penny tuns into Tonks and Indigo wakes up saying it was ketchup and makeup all along.

Amortentia: Regular burning candles, purple passionfruit, the smell of the house/apartment he lives in with his family, Peppermint tea, and the smell of fresh clay.

Once he gets over the fear of losing control somewhere around the end of his 4th year, his boggart in year 5 turns into Inferius versions of his parents after he learns about them in DADA, but even worse than described in the textbooks, with bugs crawling out of their mouths, a half-rotten dragon head on their lap and clothes stained with nearly black blood.

He has a hard time using Riddikulus on that one.

Miscellaneous

Pets: A Flama Squirrel (I made up from a real one), a magical squirrel that sets itself on fire when threatened, mostly predated by smaller breeds of dragons and Chimeras. The Flama's liver is commonly used in Erumpent potion with the intention of increasing its property but its lack doesn't spoil the potion, and their glands used to be common in perfumes for aphrodisiac fragrances until they started going extinct from excessive hunting.

Things he always carries with him: His wand, a chocolate bar, his favorite quill, a flask of water, and his class schedule cause he forgets them very often.

Lucky Amulets: A feather from his mom and another from his dad that he can wear on his hair and does on special occasions.

Best Friends

His sister, but as I did for her, I want to write their relationship in another post.

Aspen: Not only his cousin but also one of his best friends. Their personalities clash, her being outspoken and feral, and him being softer and more collected, yet they can't live without each other. He considers himself her protector, but from how savvy she is, it's her who ends up protecting him most times.

Boy!Rowan: His first Hufflepuff friend having met at the Hogwarts Express on their first ride. Rowan is his best friend and partner in crime. They usually spend time reading, walking open fields, and helping his sister with her plans of finding the cursed vault. Rowan supports him with tests and homework when his personal life gets overwhelming.

Chiara: They easily bond after he finds out her secret about being a werewolf, and they share support and help in times of instability. They like going out on picnics and to watch the creatures in the reserve. They actually enjoy dueling each other for fun, it's cute.

Penny: His first crush while still a boy in Hogwarts, he enjoys her company from her confidence and overall bright personality. Despite growing out of his affection for her, they're still good friends and enjoy each other's company. He offers a comforting shoulder when her relationship with her sister gets tricky.

Diego: He and Diego take a long time until they officially hit it off. Diego's personality being too grandiose and extroverted for Phoenix's taste. But as soon as he discovers that Aspen has a mad crush on him, goes out of his way to find out more about him, not trusting him to be a proper suitor for her. Despite his opinions, with time, their relationship evolves into a sincere friendship from Diego's good humor and adventurous heart.

Badeea: The one person he never thought he'd be friends with considering her intellectual (Ravenclaw-like) demeanor and collected attitude. But one day, when she gathers the courage to call him to pose for one of her paintings, he finds out she shared the exact same thoughts about him. Their friendship is quiet-like and profound, they share their thoughts about recent reads and go stargazing.

Orion: He first interacts with Orion when his sister joins the Gryffindor quidditch team and never he would've guessed how much Orion would mean to him. But with time he learns that Orion's presence is a suave and soothing one, and when he confronts Orion about how he can be that way, he decides to guide him into spiritual and mental balance. They meditate, chill and bond over shared experiences -- both being orphans, cool-headed, and deeply compassionate people.

Dormmates: It's him, Rowan, Diego, and two muggle-born boys, Lance and Edward, through which they learn a lot from the muggle world.

Academics

Favorite Classes:

History of Magic (when his friends are teaching)

Herbology

Ancient Runes*

Divination

Least Favorite:

Potions

Arithmancy

Favorite Professor: Minerva McGonagall. She's just so thoughtful and poise, the coolest animagus and the most powerful witch he knows.

Least Favorite: Snape for obvious reasons. He doesn't hate Snape but he also rather not be in his presence in potions class.

Quidditch: He cheers for Gryffindor when his sister is playing against the other houses, but his allegiance is to Hufflepuff. Imagine his excitement when Cedric Diggory joined the team and came down slaying with his abilities.

Yum,yum my Hufflepuffy boy, I love him. Can't wait to get into more detail about his past and romantic relationships.

#hphm oc #hogwats mystery #hufflepuff #hphm #phoenix nobleworth #oc profile

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The history of Illvermorny is key (theory)

Hi there :)

following pottyaboutpotter1s theory on reddit, I researched the history of Illvermorny and sought parallels to our story - the result is probably the longest I have ever written, and it's just bullet points XD

Enjoy :) Here's all the hints I found so far to Tina, Credence and Queenie not only being Peverells - but descendants of Isolt Sayre, the founder of Illvermorny ... actually, if I'm right, of all the founders of Illvermorny!

1. Parallels to Queenie's story

1603/1903 – Isolt Sayre, Queenie born (exactly 300 years apart)

1627/1927 – Founding of Illvermorny/Incidents of Paris

Rionach = "Queen" = Queenie

Gormlaith (her sister/Isolt's aunt) = blue (more soon) “Princess”

Isolt may be derived off “Isolde”, who, in the tale of Tristan and Isolde, is a royal who later becomes queen

Queenie was house Pukwudgie (we'll get to this, it's a connection to Tina)

Chadwick and Webster Boot, Isolt's adopted sons, were 2 years apart, like Tina and Queenie

her Parents died too - from the memory we see, possible when she was three years old too. The official cause was dragon pox, but … look it up, this disease has been used multiple times to kill people – especially since a dark magician rescues her at some point too – the family has a connection to the Boot family, to the branch in Britain too – somewhere in these 300 years, there was “Albert Boot” – who succeeded Eldritch Diggory, who is strongly implied to have been assassinated via dragon pox to stop him from reforming Azkaban. Grindelwald tended to Queenie, much like Gormlaith tended to Isolt – in Isolts case, it’s the same person who killed her parents

(I have a theory that, finding out there was a second Peverell child/possible Great Avenger, he killed their parents to destabilize her and, one day, pull her to his side more easily - only he massively underrestimated who Tina would become)

they're both against wizard-muggle separation and have a non-magic partner

Queenie’s birthday is the 6th of January, the day of the Feast of Epiphanies – and the story of Hannukah involves an emperor called Antioch Epiphanus (Antioch, like the eldest Peverell brother)

She wears blue at one point (we'll get to that) but usually, a lot of pink and red – the other of the colours of Illvermorny – relating to the non-magic husband of Isolt, James. and golden jewelry, like the students

Rionach Steward was ashamed of her ability to understand and speak Parsel, so chose not to have children … Isolt could understand the language – Queenie also has a gift that enables her to hear things others can’t, but is mistrusted for it

2. Parallels to Tina's story

Rionach II, one of the twins, taught defense against the dark arts

Webster Boot, the brother who went to Britain and may be an ancestor to her mother (the Boots were adopted, but we'll get in a moment to why this may matter) was an auror

Isolt retrieved a golden piece of jewelry from the ruins of their house, one of her mother , who was a Peverell – and note the three-parted piece– it’s highly likely that Tina’s golden pendant is her mother’s, since she’s not seen wearing any other and it’s literally a golden stone

Knowing of Gormlaith, Isolt, Rionach II – how likely was it that a man would be this family’s great avenger?

Chadwick and Webster were two years apart – like her and Queenie

“Porpentina” is an odd name – until you connect it to “Antioch” “Rionach” and that it’s another word for “Porcupine”, one of the animals the Pudwudgie could transform into, according to the Wampanoag people – not only do features of the animal show heavily on the sigil of Illvermorny, the Pocomtuc, which Martha Steward, the squib daughter of the Sayres, married into, allied themselves with exactly this tribe in the war against King Phillip

Gormlaith had dark eyes and hair … and looking at the film adaptation, it seems these traits run in the family – perhaps even due to being related to the Pocomtuc

She’s seen wearing, primarily, blue and grey – the colours of Ravenclaw, which Isolt felt a close connection to – and her golden pendant, like the students of Illvermorny wear a brooch

During Gormlaiths attack, she summons the Pudwudgie William, who kills her via a poison arrow – much like Newt captures Grindelwald using the swooping evil and it’s poison – both her and Isolt then take the wand the dark magician used, but not to use it

One of the Boot brothers became an auror – the other one married a healer (this one’s hilarious and convinced me that Tina’s mother is from the line, there’s no reason why we learn this about their lifes)

Twins were born, and named after their ancestors – though we don’t know his birthday, we know that they were both born in 1901 … and, oddly, share the dark hair and eyes with both Gormlaith and, likely, the Pocomtuc tribe

Her nickname “Tina” as an Anagramm hint to “Anti (och)” works on some degree – Isolt used an Anagramm when travelling to America

3. Parallels to Credence' story

He was raised by a cruel woman/relative (adopted in his case, that’s confirmed)

She believed in a strong separation of two groups of people

Isolt fled from Puritans in Britain

Anagrams: I believe his real name is Antioch (the name was hidden in both movies' titles) - and that he was named this for being the first biological magic son of this line in generations (what did the actual prophecy say?)

Tina and Queenie certainly have a connection to the Illvermorny founders – but the triskele has three parts – like the three original brothers

Tina and him were, canonically, born in the same year, his birthday is unknown – Martha Steward and her sister Rionach, their likely ancestors, were twins

The power of love broke an enchantement  in the story, when the twin girls cried out for their parents and broke their sleeping spell – Credence broke loose and killed Mary Lou when Modesty was in danger, and there once was a source that the obliviation didn’t work entirely on him – he still had dreams of Tina, and somehow, her voice could calm him down (much like Aberforth could calm down Ariana)

His connection with Nagini – not only does the ability to speak/understand Parsel in the Sayre family, strongly (though it’s not confirmed for him yet) … her costumes are, exclusively, blue – for no appearant reason, until you consider how much it mattered to Sayre wanting to be a Ravenclaw, so much so she included the colour as the primary one in the Illvermorny uniform

Rionach kind of sounds like an Anagram of “Antioch” (Isolt Sayre used one when travelling to America)

In the names he’s been given so far, you’ll find all the letters for “Ignotus” and “Cadmus”, two of the Peverell brothers – in the titles of both movies, you’ll find all the letters for “Antioch”

4. Parallels to Grindelwald‘s story

Gormlaith = can also mean blue (Grindelwald’s blue fire)

A radical ideologist (like Mary Lou was as well)

Gormlaith tried to kill Isolt’s daughters – Carrow kills a child at his orders

He possesses a wand of immense power that only he can control – from the same family

He “rescues” Queenie and Credence and introduces them to his ideology

5. Parallels to the Elderwand

A powerful wand created by the eldest Peverell brother – Isolt created one as well, from the horn of a horned serpent

The elements of both a horned serpent and a thestrale, two creatures with a bad reputation, is interesting

Isolt also stole a powerful wand, Salazar’s, from her aunt – she eventually chose not to use it

If Credence is the first male wizard of the family in generations, it would make sense that they’d name him after the eldest brother, Antioch

Salazar’s wand was buried at Illvermorny, much like the Elderwand was buried at Hogwarts (but … is it still there?)

A spell spoken in Parsel can stop the wand, Gormlaith ensured it … I don’t know what to do with that yet, but I feel like this is going to be important

6. The Boot and the Goldstein family

In Tina and Queenie’s apartment, there’s a collection of school books on charms – written by Chadwick Boot (plus, Eulalie Hicks, who teaches this subject, is going to appear in the next movie – maybe finding the heirs to Illvermorny is precisely her part in the next movie)

Webster went to Britain at some point, Chadwick remained in the US and founded a family (with his wife, Josefina Cauldron, a mexican healer)

The Goldstein family lives in two countries too – at this point, we have to remember that the law which forbid wizards in America to speak to muggles was established 156 years after Martha and Rionach were born – and the Boots were only a little older, so it’s possible that, except for Rionach and maybe Isolt and James, the generations from Martha’s line were now banned from most communcation with the family – not wanting to have their children grow up in such a country, it would make sense that Martha’s descendants (non-magic) left the country and went to Europe – knowing people there already, descendants of their adopted family, the Boots. At this point, we must also remember that Anthony Goldstein and Terry Boot are usually mentioned together in the HP series, and, even more importantly, both are Ravenclaws, the house that meant to much so Isolt Sayre

7. The Lestrange family (foreshadowing)

Not considering female members as important enough to be included in the family tree (we only learned through Fantastic Beasts about the Sayre line) – actually an obsession with the male line so bad, two of the Corvus III and IV married their cousins to avoid the birth of another daughter

The raven symbol in connection to both Corvinus Gaunt and the crow Gormlaith could transform into

A family with cruel, strict ideals about pureblood-supremacy (and degrading women) with a member who defies both (Leta)

Last note from the person before the screen who's questioning her sanity right now ...

Not only would this make the story very wholesome in every way, it would also explain why we have such a detailed history concerning the founders of Illvermorny - and why we had it from the beginning O_O

I can't see any other reason why we would get all of this info, all these parallels and it just being additional info with no impact - this is too intervined.

Thank you very much - honestly - for reading this theory :)

I'll add more if there is

Edit:

And there is :)

Webster Boot married a scottish witch - in one of the songs from the sorting hat, it’s implied that each of the Hogwarts founders was from a different part of the british isles - and Rowena Ravenclaw was said to be from “glen” aka Scotland (just a side note, I like this detail in relation to Terry Boot and Anthony Goldstein being Ravenclaws)

the symbol of the House Lestrange is a raven - while the original one of house Ravenclaw was an eagle, the word raven remains, and often occurs in it’s latin form in Salazar’s line

Leta’s story is one of the most present and insistent we have on a member of house Slytherin being, indisputably even, good

if this theory is correct, then not only Isolt and her descendants, but also Tina, Queenie and Credence are, by blood, Slytherins (this. this absolute wholesomeness) and not only that, but descendants of the one line in his family that was non-magic 

(this. this is it.)

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[liivkiss]

The prologue to a story I probably won't continue ...

Sooo... After years of creating an account, but only beginning to actually use it a few months ago, I decided to make a post. But, before the story itself, some information: -  English isn’t my first language. Then, you will probably find some (or many) errors;  - It is a Harry Potter’s fic inspired by the story "Bone of the Father (Blood of the Enemy)" by Ellory on AO3; - This is just the prologue to a story that I'm not sure will continue, but I have several ideas for that. It will probably be called "Blood and Magic (make us a family)" - If you like it and want to continue or use it as inspiration for something, just let me know. At the end I will put some of my ideas for this story. I hope you like it, anyway!

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Grapevines: For Intoxication and Bonds

Halina was sitting on her bed (if you can call it that) in the smallest room in the Dursleys' house. In front of her, a hand mirror was resting on the pillows.

In the mirror, instead of her reflection, Sirius Black's image, her Godfather and one of the last connections with her parents, glowed like a computer or TV screen. But it was magic.

She really loves magic… 

Sirius told her that Headmaster Dumbledore believed it would be safer if he didn’t contact Halina, since he was a fugitive criminal in the eyes of the Ministry of Magic, but he couldn’t do that. He failed with her as Godfather once, he wouldn’t do it again.

There was a lot to teach her about the magical world, especially since she didn't grow up in this world.

"Magic Inheritances aren’t transmitted only by words, by someone simply named their Heir." Sirius said calmly to her.

He wasn’t exactly happy with her treatment at the Dursleys, but neither of them had what they needed to get her out. Then, he taught it through the two-way mirror. What she owned now belonged to her father, James Potter.

“A connection, formed by bonds of Blood and Magic, is necessary for the Family Magic pass for the child.”

“So… How did you manage to make me the Heiress Black? Aren't we related? We are?” She tilted her head slightly to the right, frowning.

Sirius laughed a little. She liked to see Sirius smiling. He always seemed a little lighter when he did that. “We are, distantly, but we are.” He replied, still with a smile on his face "But that wouldn’t be enough to make you my Heiress."

*x*x*x*x*x*

"Let's go together, then." Halina said, looking at Cedric.

“Together?” The blond boy asked, confused.

"We touch the cup at the same time. We make Hogwarts the winner of the Tournament. Together." She answered.

"That sounds like a great idea for me." He smiled charmingly, as he always did for everyone.

She never really liked that. It looked so rehearsed. Malfoy's smirks seemed more honest than Cedric's empty smile. They always talk about how kind the boy was, but he never helped her with all the mockery and obvious bullying she suffered, even before that year.

But, well, nobody helped her. He wasn’t different.

“At three?” Cedric asked

“Yes.”

“One…” The Hufflepuff started counting.

“Two…” She took a deep breath.

“Three!” Both said simultaneously, touching the Cup together. She felt a twinge in his navel and the world around her turned.

*x*x*x*x*x*

“See, Hali…” Sirius started to explain “Between biological magical parents and children the blood connection, which I imagine is obvious here, and the magic connection happens naturally. Unless, of course, something happens to prevent this. But this is rare.”

Sirius waved his hand in front of his face with a nervous smile, dismissing the last comment.

“These connections, of Blood and Magic, are the bridge for the passage of Family Magic to reach the child and connect with him. If there isn’t a link between Blood and Magic, the Family Magic doesn’t reach the person. Of course, the connection of a Parent and your Child is only the natural way for that connection to form. There are others, Marriage, for example. But that is for another time.

“That still doesn't explain us.”

“I'm getting there.” Sirius smiled indulgently at her impatience. “The Magic Connection between two people is simple to form and there are dozens ways this can happen. Contracts, oaths, family relationships. In our case, it was a Godparenting Ritual. In the ritual, my magic connected with yours, thus establishing a magical connection between us.”

*x*x*x*x*x*

“Kill the spare” Halina heard the hissing voice order someone.

“No!” She shouted, but it was too late.

The green light hit Diggory and he went limp on the floor. Not a second later, she was gagged and stuck in one of the cemetery headstones. Only then does she realize who is doing all this. Pettigrew was quiet, arranging what appeared to be a ritual.

She could only see Diggory's body in front of her, her wand (idiot! - she thinks of herself) is lying not far from him and she is trapped in a tombstone by… Tom Riddle, apparently.

The damn rat puts a snake-like creature, deformed and strange, but vaguely humanoid, into the cauldron.

“Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!" 

Pettigrew recites, causing a bone to come out of the grave below Halina and float into the huge cauldron.

Oh, that sounds so wrong.

She's screwed.

*x*x*x*x*x*

“But if it was just the connection between Godfather and Goddaughter, you still couldn't be my Heiress” Sirius continued explaining.

She listened attentively to everything. She loved to learn every single thing she could about the Wizarding World. Even though it might sound tedious to most people, for her it sounded so amazing and wonderful.

*x*x*x*x*x*

"Flesh - of the servant - w-willingly given - you will - revive - your master.”

Pettigrew continues the ritual on top of what she supposes is some potion.

It was Black Magic, however. Not Dark, not Obscure. Not even Ancient.

It was the Addictive and Dangerous Black Magic.

*x*x*x*x*x*

“While not the most conventional, it isn’t the first time this has happened.” Sirius commented “But the blood connection needed for you to be my Heiress, for Family Black Magic passed on to you, it happened because of our distant kinship. Your grandmother, your father's mother, was Dorea Potter. She was born in the Black Family and was actually my grandfather's younger sister. We are cousins, kind of.”

“Hmm… So this is the blood connection between us…”

“Yes. There are other ways to establish a blood bond, in addition to looking for family members. Adoption, through the correct blood rituals, is one of those means. Other types of rituals and even some oaths require the use of blood. They don't necessarily form a strong enough link to the Magic Inheritance, but it's there.”

*x*x*x*x*x*

Pettigrew approached her and cut off her arm, taking the blood that was spilling from the huge cut.

“B-blood of the enemy… forcibly taken… you will… resurrect your foe.”

“Well, shit.” It was the only thing she could think of.

*x*x*x*x*x*

Sirius then stopped smiling and became serious.

“But remember Halina: Blood is the most powerful and dangerous thing in the Wizarding World. Don’t give your blood freely. Don't leave your blood behind. And do your best not to spill your blood by force. The most unimaginable things, on the good and the bad side, are possible to do using Blood Magic.”

“I understand, Sirius.”

*x*x*x*x*x*

The liquid in the cauldron immediately turned bright white. Wormtail falls to his knees beside the cauldron with the shiny liquid.

The cauldron was simmering, sending its diamond sparks in all directions, so blindingly bright that it turned all else to velvety blackness. Nothing happened… 

“Let it have drowned.” Halina thought, let it have gone wrong… 

And then, suddenly, she felt a strong pull on her magic. He got out of it and spun around, flying away. The sparks stopped coming out of the cauldron. A second wave of magic surrounded her and she couldn't tell where it came from, but it entered her body and settled in her veins and core.

A surge of white steam billowed thickly from the cauldron instead, obliterating everything in front of Hali, so that he couldn't see Wormtail or Cedric or anything but vapor hanging in the air… 

*x*x*x*x*x*

The blue eyes, cold as ice, shine with rage. It couldn't be. Not yet. His plans were just beginning to move! Years of planning, just for that girl to die before her time! The boy was back, he knew he was. So, he had plans to redo it.

Furious, he tosses the Daily Prophet on the table before getting up and leaving the room. In the newspaper, on the front page, a headline stood out in its big black letters in uppercase:

HALINA POTTER ASSASSINATED!

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- To make it clear: No, Halina (Fem!Harry) didn't really die. As in Ellory's fic, if that wasn't obvious, Halina ends up becoming Voldemort/Tom Riddle's adopted daughter because of the ritual. - Ideally, this wouldn’t be a Bashing fic for Dumbledore, but he would be Manipulator and the real villain here. Hence the falsification of Halina's death.

I have some drafts for the first and second chapters, but I'm not sure if I'm going to continue writing this fic. But can I bring these drafts here eventually, perhaps?

I would need to translate them, though. They are all in Portuguese.

But that's it. What do you think?

#harry potter #female harry potter #hp #fem!harry #fem!harry potter

[chaoswillfallrpg]

MOLLY PREWETT is TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD and the JUNIOR UNDERSECRETARY to THE MINISTER FOR MAGIC at THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC. She looks remarkably like LILLY DREESEN considers herself aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. She is currently OPEN.

→ OVERVIEW:

The Prewett House is an established name in the wizarding community and this comes with high expectations and status. LUELLA married ADGER PREWETT when they were only twenty-one and soon after, the nurturing and kind Molly Prewett was adopted. The Prewett Estate contained a modest but elaborate mansion, a small garden and a quaint greenhouse. Adger Prewett worked in the ministry as the captain of the accidental magic reversal squad whilst Luella Prewett ran a healer shop in Diagon Alley. Molly grew up lavishly, and even when her mother gave birth to twins, a gene that seemed to run through the Prewett family as Adger had a twin himself, there was enough wealth to go around. Being part of The Sacred Twenty-Eight, the Prewetts were often invited to grand parties hosted by the House of Black, which Adger and Luella politely accepted. This often left Molly at home to care for her younger brothers, FABIAN and GIDEON which she did not mind at all as her brothers had become her best friends and found herself to be quite nurturing. As they all got older, they were soon invited to attend such events at their parent’s side and met many other prestigious houses along with their heirs, such as EVAN ROSIER and MARIANNE MACMILLAN. At first, Molly was shy and retracted, she wasn’t used to unfamiliar faces and she couldn’t read others as well as she could read her brothers, she wasn’t sure what was expected of her. Soon, however, thanks to the kindness of her new friends, she opened up and discovered that many of them were either going to be attending Hogwarts or had already completed their first year. 

Knowing that there would be familiar faces when she would attend Hogwarts eased her nerves as the summer came to an end and her first day at Hogwarts grew nearer. She had become very comfortable in the Prewett Mansion, she knew every nook and cranny, she knew when her brothers were lying or when they were up to no good. She was used to falling asleep to the Tales of Beedle and Bard and waking up to the sunlight streaming into her cosy room. She wasn’t ready to leave that all behind to move into an old castle, a new room and to be surrounded by an ocean of people that she didn’t know at all. However, as much as this scared her, she couldn’t help but also feel enticed by the idea. A chance to really learn how to use her magic, a chance to explore who she really was without having to worry about what her brothers were getting up too and a chance to build greater connections with her new friends. Molly was soon sorted into Hufflepuff House and was greeted with open arms by the rest of her house, becoming best friends with fellow Hufflepuffs, NATAN DIGGORY and AYA FAWCETT. She grew to love Hogwarts and studied hard, her best subjects being charms and herbology, which was mostly due to her mother’s childhood teaching of different medicinal herbs and magical plants. This, however, did not stop her from knowing how to party, especially when her mischievous brothers were the ones hosting. As she grew older she surrounded herself with people she was proud to call her friends. Molly settled into quite a large friendship group consisting of a gaggle of Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and fellow Hufflepuffs. 

Molly was the mum friend, constantly trying to bake and cure her friend’s hangovers as they lovingly accepted to tried to bat her away. It was through this group and sly introduction from her best friend, she met Aya’s childhood friend ARTHUR WEASLEY. A funny boy who liked Muggle things, Molly became quite taken with him and the pair quickly began dating, becoming quite the item in their little group of friends. Little did Molly know that these connections she formed would last so much longer than Hogwarts and grow into friendships she couldn’t have even imagined. After Hogwarts, Molly had grown into a very talented and confident witch, a very different person compared to her younger shy self. She didn’t really have a career plan in mind, she dabbled in the idea of taking over the healer shop from her mother one day as that was her summer job and she adored helping others and listening to the mystical and sometimes horrific stories of how her patients had obtained their injuries. However, Molly began to crave more, help more, and to be more. Arthur suggested she worked in the ministry and when the position for junior undersecretary to the Minister for Magic, MILLICENT BAGNOLD opened, she pounced at the opportunity. After an interview and an intensive aptitude test, Molly was awarded the position. She was extremely excited about the opportunity and took the job very seriously. She began to work closely under THIEBAUT LESTRANGE, who was her lovely yet stern mentor. The position allowed Molly to sit in many official ministry meetings and attend multiple VIP ministry events. 

Her work consumed her and she really enjoyed it, she loved being part of something bigger that had the power to change the wizarding world into something better, a safer and inclusive place for all. Molly knew that not everyone shared her perspective, but she instantly bonded with those that did. As the years passed, the shadows within the Ministry seemed to grow darker and the cracks in the shimmering marble only seemed to deepen. The meetings that Molly attended adopted a sombre tone as reports of mysterious killings gradually increased and pressure was placed on the ministry to take greater action. The dark circles under Thiebaut’s eyes indicated how weary the powerful man had become and Molly couldn’t imagine how the Minister must have felt. Press conferences took negative turns out of nowhere and gossips such as RITA SKEETER seemed to find their way into the ministry like an annoying leak during a storm. Molly felt the pressure herself and was loaded with more and more paperwork, Thiebaut often handing off his own work onto Molly so that he could handle more pressing issues. Molly didn’t mind this at all and knew that if she hoped to be the senior undersecretary someday she’d need to learn how to cope with it all. Her work life put pressure on her home life and she began to lose contact with her brothers and parents. She stopped attending family dinners and the famous Fabian-Gideon parties at the Prewett mansion, she politely declined dinner invitations and after-work martinis. 

Her close friends constantly checked up on her, either bringing her a fresh cup of coffee or insisting on having lunch. If it weren’t for Arthur, who was stubbornly supportive and insisted on breaks, she would have probably burnt herself out. Molly was ambitious and dedicated and had given her all to the job. She still strongly believed in the current ministry staff and her own vision of creating a better world for all. Her relationship with Arthur was one of the only constants in her life and she adored him with her whole heart. When he proposed she accepted without hesitation. Her life felt washed anew, and although she knew she’d spend the rest of her life with Arthur, she was ready to start this new stage of life with him. However, not everyone was as supportive of their engagement. Whilst Fabian and Gideon were ecstatic, her parents were not. They had tolerated her fantasy of being in a relationship with someone from a blood traitor family but had hoped she’d find enlightenment and move on. The engagement was a step too far, and it was promptly announced that she was no longer their daughter. Molly didn’t know if they acted out of anger or if her decision had truly made them lose love for her, but she was too proud and sure of herself to beg them to change their mind. The two took out a loan from Gringott’s and purchased a plot of land in the countryside with a single, small Tudor homestead located just off the banks of a picturesque river. She adored it and couldn’t help envision what a family would look like growing up there. The home was small but they could always add onto it assured Arthur and Molly adored the idea. 

The newly-engaged pair began to host dinner parties in their new home and spent countless nights under the stars enjoying a picnic with friends or stargazing together. Although the attacks got worse and murmurs of a war began to float around and echo through the Ministry, Molly now had a magical place of her own to escape too. It wasn’t until a small dinner party with Fabian, Gideon and their friends LAUREL LINWOOD and TRYSTAN WARRINGTON that Molly had heard about the Order of the Phoenix. Her brothers admitted that they had recently joined and Arthur along with Alice and Frank filled her in with the fact that they too, were part of the order. Molly was taken aback by the information and that her fiance was in a secret society that seemed to be taking the law into its own hands. At first, she felt lied to and betrayed by Arthur, but once they had explained what the order was and who had orchestrated the idea, she found herself more accepting of the concept. She did, however, believe that the ministry was truly doing it’s best and that through their hard work, they were the best chance the wizarding community had against fighting a rising dark wizard and preventing a chaotic war. She politely declined their request to join the Order but agreed to keep an eye and ear out for any information that could keep Arthur, her brothers and best friends safe. She also vowed to herself that if she caught wind of any corruption within the ministry that she would stop at nothing to get to the bottom of it. Molly Prewett may be kind, nurturing and dedicated but she was also loyal and fierce, a woman to reckon with. 

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female 

Sexuality  → Up to Roleplayer

Relationship Status → Engaged to Arthur Weasley 

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Hufflepuff)

Societies → TBD

Family → Adger Prewett (father), Luella Prewett (mother), Gideon Prewett (brother), Fabian Prewett (brother)

Connections  → Arthur Weasley (fiancé/best friend), Aya Fawcett (best friend), Natan Diggory (best friend), Mafalda Hopkirk (close friend), Daisy Hookum (close friend), Keira Grey (close friend), Jennifer Vane (close friend), Laurel Linwood (close friend), Trystan Warrington (close friend), Constance Song (close friend), Giva Patil (colleague/friend), Amos Diggory (friend), Natasha DuPont (boss), Millicent Bagnold (boss)

Future Information → Future Member of the Order of the Pheonix, Wife of Arthur Weasley, Mother of William, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ronald and Ginevera Weasley

MOLLY PREWETT IS A LEVEL 7 WITCH.

#molly prewett #marauders era #marauders rpg #marauders rp #neutral #ministry #minister for magic and support staff #magic #lilly dreesen #open #open witch #open neutral

[malereader-inserts]

Driving Me Wild

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Male!Reader Summary: Cedric pure and sweet, totally wild for you Word Count: 1,222 Request: “could you do a Cedric Diggory imagine with “you were in my dream last night.”” A/n: I fall in love for Cedric then I remember he’s DEAD, baby boy deserves better

“You’ve never been to Muggle London?”

Wide eyes as you stared at your boyfriend, it was the nearing of the end of your fifth year at Hogwarts. Cedric shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders as he fixed your blue and silver tie.

“Come stay with me for the summer, I already agreed I was going to the Quidditch World Tournament, if I’m meeting your family in August, you’re meeting my family too.”

“Alright, I’ll have to send a letter first to my family, they have to know,” Cedric laughs as you grinned at him.

You were definitely lucky to be with Cedric, he has boys and girls fawning over him. You weren’t surprised at all, Cedric has a heart of gold. In your eyes, he was adorable, sure you have to tutor him in some subjects but he was always determined. Him being good looking was just a bonus.

You two were a well-loved couple within Hogwarts, despite many whispers of people gushing over you two, you and he were in it for the long run.

“I have to go,” You responded, “Study date before our potion exam?”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

The pair of you grinned before lightly pecking him on the lips, his smile turned into a grin as you swung your legs over the bench and leaving the great hall. Cedric was a man of many things, a whipped man is one of them.

Being with you was a fantastic start to the summer, Cedric loved your family as did your family love him. Coming from a pure-blood family, he’s only explored the magical world but you got the best of both worlds.

One magical parent and one muggle parent, Cedric was fascinated with all different objects around your house, he found your bedroom like a little toy shop as it was full of foreign objects to him.

The first week, you took him out to multiple dates, the cinema to the bowling alley. To simply going to the gelato shop for some ice cream, even though you were aware that the wizarding world had ice cream for some reason Cedric claims it’s different. 

Walking down muggle London was different, a whole new experience.

Holding hands, you wearing an oversized striped burgundy and white flannel over a white shirt whilst he sported double denim, which you hold him against, though he likes to claim he could be the only person who could pull off double denim.

“In your dreams love,” You teased, as you gently pushed his face to turn the other way, “Come on, if we get on the double-decker, it’ll give us a tour of London.”

Cedric loved every minute being with you, from the crazy shopping to the wild activities to the incredible sightseeing. Holding hands and kissing in the London Eye, as Cedric gush about how pretty London looked from such a height. Within a week, he’s seen it all, you’ve taken pictures of him and found various other older wizards mingling around London who happily take wizard pictures of you two at the tourist attractions.

A treasured wizard picture was of you two kissing in the London Eye with Big Ben in the background.

You took still muggle pictures of him in the London Museum, claiming with a face like his, he was art too. 

“You’ll be history, Ced,” You say, waiting for the picture to form and showing it to him, his chin resting on your shoulder with his arms wrapped around you.

“I don’t think I would be,” Cedric confessed, “I’m still confused to what I want to do when I’m older.”

“Quidditch player,” You suggested, “You look pretty good out in the field.”

“Well, whatever I do, I hope I still have you by my side.”

“You’ll always have me,”

“I know.”

You two headed back home, after having dinner out. It was dark but your family trusted you two to get back home safely, you did have a phone if you ever got lost. Luckily, you didn’t live too far away from the centre of London. Taking the bus journey and walking the rest home was enough.

The dark summer night upon the two of you, giggling like school children, trying not to fall on the way home as Cedric tries to jump on your back. Whilst you were given dirty looks for being two boys in love, you had each other’s back and that’s all you care was Cedric. 

Kissing up against fences and walls on the way home, scrunching your nose up as he returns to action, staring into his eyes and biting your lips.

“You’re adorable.”

“Could say the same thing about you.”

You two had it good, everything was working in your favour. His hands moving up your back under your shirt. His cold hands compared to your hot skin. Pushing him away, rolling your eyes bt a fond smile was unmissable as you jump on his back.

His hands holding you up as he spins you around, under the street lights. Having fun despite just being you two. Cedric drops you, landing on your feet.

“Weak,” You exclaimed, “I carried you for five minutes before giving up!”

“Maybe, I rather see your face,” Cedric offers as you looked at him with a gaping mouth, scoffing.

“Alright, smooth man,” You teased, allowing him to put his arm over your shoulder.

You both walk down in the middle of the road of your neighbourhood. No cars or peering eyes to ruin your walk home. Just you and him, with your mp3 player blasting hits you’ve missed through the year you were out at Hogwarts. 

“You know, you were in my dream last night,” Cedric confessed, you looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, elaborate?” 

You both stopped, noticing how you were at your home. He faces you and your home, you looked at him expectedly. Your hands intertwined with yours, falling in love with you over again as he stares into your eyes. The corner of his lips quirked upwards into a soft gentle smile.

Soft laughter escapes him, shaking his head slightly, “I dreamed a future with you, married and all.”

“With kids, we’ve adopted?” You asked with a smile that melted his heart.

“No, not yet,” But he doesn’t deny that he does want kids, “Fresh out of Hogwarts maybe, two or three years after graduating. You’ve got a job and I’ve got a job.”

“Married,” You breathed, “We’re a little young to talk about marriage, don’t you think? We’re only sixteen, well, you’re almost seventeen since your birthday is in September.”

“Most wizards marry young,” Cedric proposed, “And you drive me wild.”

Your heart was beating ten times louder and faster, “So do you, but, we’re only going to be in the sixth year, ask me again after our seventh year.”

Cedric was probably blushing, pressing his lips against yours. Passionate, slow and full of meaning. A kiss like that was everything, both your minds pausing their train of thoughts because all you cared about was each other.

No matter how much he drove you crazy in both ways, mad and madly in love. You couldn’t see any other person in your future but him, no one could have a love for you like Cedric does.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory x male reader #x male reader

[lunasilvermorny]

Magical Creatures Everywhere SQ (Where I basically fangirl over Barnaby and Professor Kettleburn 90% of the time...)

But, as usual, we start with some bad photoshop edits!

MC: Acromantula?

Kettleburn: Chimaera?

Charlie: DRAGON!

:)

And now, to the SQ!

(with all the characters that I tagged. I promise I don’t just tag stuff without reason!)

It started with Charlie.

Yep, that’s going to be a good one.

Also, regarding what he said - you do realize that would be fatal for the students, if there were a real dragon. right? Nope, he doesn’t care.

Sane people?

So it’s good we’re the Loony Squad!

If Trelawney were here, she’d say it means:

Also, I want to point out - Charlie, Liz, Barnaby and Professor Kettleburn all in one location? This is my dream SQ!

Just the two of you took all the creatures in one go?

Whatever happened, you deserve it.

Of course he’s happy about it.

Be honest, you freed them, didn’t you?

MC: Y-you want me to help you?... HA! SUCK IT, LIZ!

Liz: ...?

MC: I still love you, though!

So, headcanon here - I feel like Luna has this special ability when it comes to animals. Yeah, it’s pretty much canon that she loves creatures, but my MC has something beyond that.

She has a special connection, not just with her pets or creatures she adopted, but any animal she encounters. It’s not like being a Parselmouth, she doesn’t directly understand the meaning of what they’re saying (except for Owls, since that’s her Animagus form), but she can feel what they want to communicate to her, and animals have a higher tendency to trust her, even wild ones. That’s the reason she can approach even dangerous creatures with confidence, because she makes them trust her and so they don’t attack most of the times.

So yeah, she’s perfect for this SQ.

Yep, that’s definitely it.

You let them loose, come on, be honest.

That’s one of the best days of your life, isn’t it?

You’d think they prefer a living tree...

Normally I’d choose the option with the book, but this time I have to go with the more headcanon leaning option - she’d probably try to talk to them in a soothing voice to calm them down.

I do have to say, it’s going to be pretty disappointing if this entire quest is just a fetch quest and nothing more.

Magic!

They look like cat grandpas.

MC: You’re going to tell Papa?

You should really know the difference, as a professor.

Wait, so you do know?

Sure... let’s go with that.

Fine, you know.

MC: 

Why does he look so terrified? Poor thing.

Grass?

You too? Wow, that’s almost overwhelming.

MC:

Aww, it’s so cute.

Oh...my god.

Anybody else hear - “Ooh, heaven is a place on earth.“ playing in their heads?

It’s not funny, it’s amazing. She just found her heaven!

Throw Barnaby into the mix and it’d be perfect.

Very convincing...

I wouldn’t call it maturity, just sheer happiness.

Oh wow. Umm.. Thank you?

That’s impossible!

Crazy idea - have you thought about using magic? You know, since you are wizards!

Back off, Filch.

Probably...

The truth?

Okay, MC, don’t freak out.

MC:

What do you mean “pretend”? You’re already a puppy.

Also, look at him!

Ah, my heart is so full right now.

Sure thing, mate.

She’s not thinking about the task, but about how she’s going to gather them all in her dorm room.

This is adorable! I can’t handle it... I just want to watch him all the way through this task.

And the Crup that sleeps next to him... Okay, THIS is MC’s heaven.

(Also, Barnaby Jr. and that Crup behind them! So damn cute!)

Because he’s a cold-hearted, murderous Death Eater.

Your soul is too pure for your family, Puppy.

That’s a bad thing, Lizard.

Alright...

Oh, you precious angel...

You do that!

Anything for Papa.

MC: Well, obviously.

Again, crazy idea...

MAGIC!

Oh yeah, that’s how he lost his eye, right?

Oof. That’s rough, buddy.

Not the moustache!

I love that that’s her reaction to what he said.

This SQ is so damn cute, I can’t...handle...it...!

It’s all fun and games, until you figure out he was behind Dumbledore’s death all along. His thirst for power knows no boundaries.

Haha, nice one, JC.

I like that.

Yeah, and questionable judgement about children’s safety.

You don’t have any authority here anymore, old man! The bowtruckle is in charge now.

So, wait...

My first instinct was for her to blame herself, but I don’t think it’s really necessary. I doubt Dumbledore would actually be mad about this whole thing.

It’s probably best to tell him the truth. (Also - blue book!)

Because they tried to move them all in one go. It was inevitable...

See? He appreciate her honesty and instead of getting mad, he’s glad she helped.

Throwing yourself under the bus is not always the best solution.

Injuries? Oof... Well, at least Papa would be happy.

Jesus Christ, Merula. If you actually hurt a creature, I would never accept any type of your redemption arc!

Is that why, in the past, you suggested making creatures fight each other for your entertainment and even straight up killing them? If that’s your kind of love, please, save it for people only.

You do you, Puppy.

What does it say about me, if it actually interest me?

It’s supposed to be a joke about Rowan’s dorkiness, but it’s a really interesting premise for an essay.

Because Dumbledore asked for more, you cheap.

The option “You’re a generous person” is just objectively wrong, also, she’s not a major suck up.

Mmm... He does have empathy, even though he’s trying to hide it. Maybe the first option?

I know he doesn’t like children, but he can’t really leave them injured like this when he has the supply for their medications.

Time to impress Papa.

Don’t worry, she aspires to become a healer, so you’re in good hands.

Yeah, and don’t forget who helped you out - your favorite student and mentee!

I want him to tag along, but maybe he should rest a bit. We don’t want him to lose another limb. (OR DO WE?)

Dammit, I’m not sure he’s going to like that answer. I hope he wouldn’t find it too boring.

That’s not a satisfied Papa...

Dammit.

Oh.

Wait, so it was the right choice?

MC: Yes! Suck it, Liz!

Liz: Seriously?

MC: Sorry, love.

That’s a big snail. I can’t wait for MC to have one of those!

Is that a huge Niffler next to Merula?

What the-?

Also, Ben is not terrified - that’s the spirit, buddy!

Wait, didn’t he say something about it earlier?

Yeah, at the beginning of the quest:

Barnaby can see into the future, confirmed!

Merula alert:

Dammit. Barnaby can see the future - busted.

I really don’t get how people can look at this screenshot and think- oh, she’s amazing.

She’s laughing at the thought of ruining people’s lives.

That’s not endearing, that’s a major character flaw and shouldn’t be celebrated.

Not to mention, a stupid plan that’s easily reversible, so she’s not just being a huge douche, she’s also being really dumb.

Mean and dumb - some people’s type, apparently.

I’m sorry, she’s just so incredibly pathetic.

Even if you like “the bad guy” type in stories, she’s incapable of even doing that correctly.

Unless you like the type that constantly humiliate themselves and showing how incompetent they are, because if so - she’s your ideal character!

Girl, you have serious issues.

Oh look, it took us 3 seconds to fix.

You’re such a mastermind, Merula.

I’m sorry, was that supposed to be a threat?

Oh, honey...

MC: DUMBLEDORE!! SHE’S HERE! THE ONE THAT DID ALL THE MESS!

To be fair, Merula is so incompetent that I doubt she’d be able to hurt anyone on purpose...

No one is going to believe you, you nimrod!

Are you really in a position to judge anyone else’s appearance, Ismelda?

Characters in this SQ: Let’s test your knowledge.

MC, a Ravenclaw:

Wow, muggles are really the true victims in this SQ, aren’t they?

Yeah, skip...

Eyes.

You’re not very reassuring, Mr. Diggory.

That’s better. Thanks, buddy.

Wait, it’s getting gradually better... Does this mean-?!

Awww! Papa’s stamp of approval!

Aww, it’s such a cutie pie!

Obviously.

That can’t be good...

Oh, right. Stalling...

Fine, but in the headcanon, she did it on her first try.

Here we go... Such a good boy.

Instant BFFs!

Thanks, Papa.

We did it! (Not that there was any real challenge, but still...)

Aww, such a nice little SQ.

Conclusions:

I really like this one. 

I spent most of my time just fangirling over Barnaby and Professor Kettleburn, which is not necessarily a bad thing, in my eyes.

I did find it a bit boring at times, but mostly it was just cute and wholesome.

I really enjoyed the company of Barnaby and Liz, though I wish they’d included them more in the plot of the SQ and not just the background. Also, I wish Charlie had a bigger role.

But overall - really cute. Good job, JC.

Bonus:

Not part of the SQ, but I just love how they sit together.

It makes much more sense to me that Barnaby would hang out with Liz than Ismelda or Merula.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphm year 4 #magical creatures everywhere #magical creatures everywhere SQ #silvanus kettleburn #barnaby lee #liz tuttle #amos diggory #rubeus hagrid #albus dumbledore #charlie weasley #madam hooch #merula snyde #rowan khanna #madam pomfrey #severus snape #filius flitwick #argus filch #mc #hphm mc #gravity falls

[blankdblank]

Ridikulus

This is the redone version of the series :D

@long-cosmos-overhead​, @partoftheminfamily​, @alishlieb

Once not so long ago, a world now wreathed in flames and filled with naught but ash and creatures of the worst sort once cheered at the return of the Girl Who Died protecting the Boy Who Lived returning to life and her acceptance to the greatest Wizarding school in the magical world, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Raised under a false name under the careful watch of her Uncle in hiding, Regulus Black and her Godmother Minerva McGonagall until she was able to reclaim her name and face the stares and comments towards her great absence. All starting with a smirk from the tall woman reading the long scroll of names who cleared her throat and clearly read aloud, “Jaqiearae Black.”

But just when the wars they imagined to be over, the Boy Who Lived, didn’t, leaving only the Girl Who Died, and died, and died to save what was left of their world. With the school in flames and crumbling around them Albus Dumbledore rallied the mandrake doubles of his students and agreeing allies. An illegal act, creating doubles of anyone for purposes of war, one that had her sentenced to a lifetime of serving the school she’d fought so hard to defend in place of her being sentenced to Azkaban for that and her role as a Death Eater to gain information for the Aurors.

Calming the students and guiding them back to their dormitories once they were secured as the Aurors secured the grounds and checked that after the Dark Lord fell his followers were rounded up and locked away. But much like the Hydra, you cut off one head and more pop up to claim their place. Just as the dust was settling on his grave three different fractions rose and started their own reign of terror. So in yet another last ditch effort Dumbledore’s Army and Order of the Phoenix members already bearing Dark Marks split into groups, using their already tight bonds with the dark Wizards to infiltrate their ranks.

Word spread of a single joining event, all three planning on attacking at once. Without time or chance to warn anyone they dared to trust in the Auror system a plan was set in motion and followed to the T, sparing thousands that would have otherwise died. Under the cover of darkness the teen spies all split through the barriers of the homes the dark armies were claiming as headquarters and raced out silently, snatching any and all Muggles, animals, towns and suburbs along the way leaving large patches of nothingness behind.

Ensuring of as many innocent lives and resources could be spared as the others in Dumbledore’s Army rounded up all student and their relatives of the three Wizarding schools of the east still standing freely, shrinking their homes, schools and marketplaces as others in the Order of Phoenix and other trusted Aurors hid all creatures and locations they could of their world to be re-housed later in a safer location yet to be determined.

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Swarms of broomsticks and various flying objects and creatures flew straight into the floating open door of your home leading out to the secret lands you’d entrapped it in years prior for it’s secrecy through your faked death and later search for the horcruxes. All filling the space you’d allotted them while the small group of your closest allies joined you on a long racing flight through enemy lines you blasted your way through with the aid of your two shielded Dragons you and Charlie Weasley were in charge of guarding, Norberta and Opal.

With one last barrage of curses you cast the enemy forces split and a town came into view through the melting barrier you had broken with a long thought forgotten enchantment in Draconic. Gripping your brooms tighter you and Charlie felt the shrunken Dragons curl around your backs tightly as the portkey Seamus called for and enlarged it for everyone to get a hold flew straight at your forming circle. But just as you latched onto it your eyes opened wider as the enchanted and tattered book flipped open and sucked you all inside.

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All around you words swirled and the flapping of pages grew into a colorful blur as what once was a white world with black blurry stripes grew into a painful collision with your gasping at being the first of Dumbledore’s Army to crash into the mahogany door sealing off a small closet and the carpet coated floor inside. A quick shift of your hand had the group of brooms shrinking to save them from damage.

One after another crashing through the opening and falling on top of you and Charlie, sending pained groans through the small home as your pile of squirming teens climbed and wiggled your way free from the split door. One by one they all ducked in the main hall avoiding the low ceilings and beams aiding the next in line as the two Dragons climbed down from their gripped position on the top of the split door, having jumped off just before your crash.

With another groan you were helped up by your adopted Twin Brothers, Fred and George, both chuckling as they brushed your bloodied and matted pale silvery blue curls slipping free from your loose ponytail formerly covering your purple eyes that appeared green when looked at from the side. Gently they helped shift your torn flannel shirt over your blood stained tank top from the slowly bleeding wound on your shoulder. Then shifted your bangs off your reddened cheek that was already covered by the massive pink swirling scar covering nearly the entire left side of your face under your side swept bangs from when the Dark Lord tried to kill you and your Cousin Harry as children.

George, “No worries.”

Fred nodded and brushed your ponytail back over your back, “All upright now.”

Your head turned to Seamus in a steadying grip on the arched beam you limped out under, eyeing the teen who was sitting down gripping the wrist he’d landed hard on as Dean helped him wrap a long bandage around it. “Seamus? What, exactly, did you use as a portkey?”

In another staggering step on your badly throbbing dislocated left leg your weight shifted back to your right with the twins to support you he replied, “Professor Dumbledore said to pick something they wouldn’t find, so I picked this old book my Gran used to prop up her seeing glass with.”

Running your fingers over your face Hermione sighed blinking her tear reddened stinging eyes leaning back against the wall under Ginny’s depressed and slumped cried out frame against her chest, “You’re not supposed to use books Seamus.”

Seamus, “Why not?”

Turning your head you caught sight of a short man with a chestnut head of curls eyeing you from behind a doorway with an even taller man in all grey with his beard pooling over the shorter man’s face.

Percy, “The Wizard Merlin used a book as a portkey once and hasn’t been seen since.”

With a quiet head nod the twins led you closer to the wall placing you in full view of the peering pair as well as the group of scowling bearded men behind them. After a weak chuckle you said, “Hi. Sorry to intrude. Bit of a mix up on our escape plan. Sorry for the damage and the shock.” You glanced back at the closet drawing your wand from the sheath in your pocket, which with a simple flick mended the closet and door back to its former state drawing the pair out as the taller of the two stated, “You’re a Wizard?”

You nodded, “We all are.” They glanced over the group of mangled and blood soaked teens, all having to either break free of physically tortured roles in gaining trust of your faked allies or the escape itself.

Stepping forward the tall man extended his hand and said, “I am Gandalf the Grey. You’re all so young.”

You smiled, switching your wand to your other hand and shook his hand, “Jaqi Black.” His brow rose, “Family name, not a title.” Causing him to nod his head with a relieved smile.

One by one you pointed to each of the group, “Fred, George, their brothers Percy, Charlie and Bill, all the redheads are Weasley’s, their Sister Ginny in on Hermione Granger.” In her head nod her eyes shifted to the familiar blonde in the bunch of short men whose shoulder bumped into his brother’s holding his wide eyed stare on her making her shift her gaze to Ginny again to keep from blushing recognizing him from your dreams on the trio from years prior.

“Cedric Diggory, Victor Krum, Oliver Wood, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood beside Draco Malfoy, then Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, and, where are…” Your head turned as a loud roar sounded over head, “Ahh, there’s Hagrid.” The roar died and with a knock at the door two crouched figures appeared after Alastor had used his eye to search the houses to find you all, having you finish, “Hagrid on the right and Alastor Moody on the left. There’s more but they’re in the school and at home.”

With a curious expression over your head from the smaller man you giggled and held your hands up aiding the Dragons that had walked across the thick doorframe to crawl down to your shoulders and you to say, “And Norberta and Opal.”

With a firm grip on his ax the sternest of the group neared the short man as he stated, “Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins.”

You smiled at him, “Pleasure to meet you Mr Baggins. Again, so sorry for having interrupted your party.” Making the small Hobbit grin for a moment until his eye wandered to the still flowing trickle of blood down your chest through your shallow breaths at your badly bruised ribs. Looking up at the man creeping over with his ax you asked, “And your name?”

He scowled at the creatures on your shoulders as Gandalf stated, “This is Thorin Oakenshield, future King of Erebor.”

Thorin, “What is the meaning of this Gandalf? You urge us to secrecy and yet you bring these children and their, beasts, to our meeting?”

Your eyes lowered to Bilbo as he eyed the other rooms trying to see if anyone else was hiding there causing him to flinch slightly and smile at you nervously, “Your home, I presume?” He nodded, “We do apologize for intruding, normally our magic is blocked from allowing us to enter the homes of others unwelcome, it wasn’t our intention.”

Thorin, “And just what were you intending?”

Your eyes shifted to him, “We were escaping a war, and used an enchanted item, that was supposed to take us out to a hidden island, there we were meant to regroup and move forward from there, but Seamus didn’t know we’re not supposed to use books, and we got sucked inside and here we are.”

A soft clearing of a throat sounded from a white haired man behind Thorin who gently tapped Thorin’s hand to lower his ax and say, “Excuse me Miss, you appear to be bleeding. Perhaps we could aid you in your mending and we can discuss this further.”

You nodded and glanced at Bilbo, “You look hungry. Should be about time for supper. Allow us to make up for the intrusion.”

The teens around you all rose as tall as they could manage as you snapped your fingers and a door appeared causing Bilbo flinch again and eye both sides of it curiously, with a smile you met his eye saying, “I promise you won’t be harmed.”

He nodded and followed your group, all limping your way through the long dim hall that opened, after a colored wheel turned beside the door on the other end, to the Hospital Wing in Hogwarts. Side by side the group of teachers all grouped around the bruise and burn coated figures of Snape and Regulus both sharing a bed, eager to count the number of survivors of the brave teens leading the charge.

With a relieved exhale Minerva raced to you and the twins pulling you into a tight hug and ushered you over to the bed closest you while Bilbo and Gandalf both led the timid group of Dwarves through the doorway. In a curious glance from you to the group Dumbledore stepped forward, meeting Gandalf who met him halfway to share introductions, with Gandalf fully assuming he might possibly be the head Wizard in charge.

Albus, “Welcome, I am Albus Dumbledore.”

Gandalf shook his hand, “Gandalf the Grey.”

And he motioned to his side at Bilbo who was eyeing the giant pair of phoenixes gathered around you crying over your wounds healing them, that were slowly being exposed layer by layer as you stripped while the other adults claimed a teen to start tending to. Around you Regulus and Severus sat listening to your assumed head count of those you had seen take hits. Minerva eased the list in her hands down ticking off each survivor with Sirius, Tonks, Harry, Remus, Arthur and Ron the last ones you had no clue what had happened to them. Harry and Tonks at least you could ask the clearly distressed Ginny for information on them as they had taken your portkey to fetch her themselves. A ruffle of your hair from Regulus’ wand helped to clean your hair of blood after the cuts on your scalp were healed.

“This is Bilbo Baggins, and the rest of our Company, Thorin Oakenshield, his heirs Fili and Kili. And his Cousins and other kin Dwalin, Balin. Oin, Gloin. Bifur, Bofur, Bombur. Dori, Nori and Ori.” Each bowing their heads as they were introduced before the teachers were introduced.

Glancing around Thorin asked, “What is this place?”

You met his gaze as you rose right after a loud crack from your formerly dislocated left hip and knee being popped back in place with a brace added over your knee. Holding your gaze on him you pulled on your freshly magically washed shirt over the self cleaning tank top in the pinch you gave it making it wave then settle around you again. “Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

Thorin’s brow rose at your lack of a reaction to the pain clearly showing in your eyes, “A school for Wizards?” You nodded, “Are you, are you all students?”

Dumbledore motioned his hand to you as the door opened and Mrs Weasley raced in and drew you and her children into tight tear stained hugs tearily ignoring the absence of her son and husband. The very pregnant Fleur waddled in slowly beside Dobby and Kreacher who were holding the hands of your Nephew Teddy slowly walking between them. “Miss Black is our Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.” Causing their eyes to shift to you as you bent to grab Teddy and give a gasping smile at him while you raised him to your hip pecking him on the cheek. Next your Aunt Narcissa Black and her Husband Lucius walked in with relieved smiles on their quiet path to their Son’s side giving him calming hugs and helped to clean him up as well.

Thorin met your eyes again after your hair shifted to a bright yellow to match Teddy’s after his excited giggle as Opal nuzzled her head against his while Norberta flew to Charlie’s shoulders again. “You let your child around that creature?”

“Opal would never harm a soul, unless provoked and left no other option. Antipodean Opaleye’s are notoriously docile and friendly. All the more cruel why someone had chained her in a bank to guard their hoard after they stole her from her nest and after she hatched blinded her.” Causing his lips to part, “I’m not certain what grudge you hold against the Dragons of your world, but ours share our emotions, no matter the size or defense they hold, they all only attack out of fear. We respect them and they respect us.”

You met Bilbo’s eyes as your hair turned back to silvery blue and said, “Right, Supper.” Turning to Dumbledore you said, “We’re early for Supper still, correct?”

To which he nodded, “We can add a few more tables to the end of ours, plenty of food to go around.”

Bilbo nodded and smiled at you softly, saying “Thank you.”

After another catching of Thorin’s curious gazes at Dobby and Kreacher you said, “Do you have a problem against House Elves as well?”

His eyes rose to yours as he playfully repeated with a growing smirk mirrored on his kin’s faces, “House Elves?” You nodded, and he shook his head, “No, no problem at all.”

You rolled your eyes and let Draco grab Teddy as you accepted the crutch Fred had passed you and led the way through the castle. After speaking to Regulus and Severus Narcissa and Lucius turned to your enchanted doorway joining Alastor for another search over the sleeping city for any sign of others lost along the way.

Barely five feet into the hall leading to the Great Hall the Dwarves’ smiles dropped at the flood of cries coming from the hoards of children all sniffling and rubbing their faces as older teens and young adults they knew tried to calm them. Each glancing up at you as you passed for the long path to the empty tables filling with the children that rose in tears from their magically mist induced naps at the tremors due to the use of the portkey to join you for the meal.

Softly through the sea of distressed students the tap of your crutch was heard and halfway around the teacher’s table a weak grin split across your face seeing Barty trotting over to you through the crowds and curious Dwarves. In a rush at once you were engulfed in a warm hug as you shifted your crutch to the side heading him mumble into your hair, “There you are, Darling.”

In his pull back the little hand on Em’s raised arm patted your badly bruised once split cheek and you said, “Just a bruise. It doesn’t hurt.”

Barty ushered you around the table, “Come, let’s get you settled and fed.”

Once in your chair your crutch stood behind it and in a reach over to you Em was claimed and settled on your lap mumbling, “We all shook Mummy.”

With a grin you answered sweetly, “Yes, well, we’re safe now.” At her large yawn you kissed her cheek and said, “Now, I believe it’s story time.”

With a sleepy nod from her Barty lifted her again after her hug around your neck you felt the eyes of the settling Dwarves on you through. A peck on the cheek later and Barty said, “Sleep tonight. You need it.”

“I know.” Peering up at him he stole another peck on your cheek and grinned at Em saying, “Now, which story did you want tonight?” In his stroll back through the vast hall towards the open doors leaving the oldest Dwarves muttering between themselves in their own gravely language at a guess for how old you were as they began to notice the slight point growing on all your ears.

In their new seats the younger Dwarves mumbled to each other about where all the adults were before Ori asked, “Miss Black?”

Your brow rose in the turn of your head to face him, “Yes Ori?”

In a hushed tone he asked, “Where are all their parents?”

Averted gazes from the teachers close by as well as a few from the DA did as well while you answered, “Like I said, we were escaping a war. Their parents sent their children to us for safe keeping, we managed to save the adults able to make it to the meeting points in time. We saved who we could.”

Ori asked in a trembling tone, “Who would attack children?”

After a steady exhale you replied after glancing over the Dwarves giving all the hundreds of quieting children claiming their seats with the aids of hundreds of house Elves pained glances, “In our world no child is safe. Any and all creatures were targets. The adults did what they could, but we had to learn to defend ourselves.”

Thorin, “So you formed the school?”

“No, we formed our own armies.” Causing their lips to part, “There isn’t a teen over thirteen that hasn’t seen some form of battle since the war began. This school among others have been around for centuries.” In a shift of your gaze you eyed Neville releasing his baby sister Nellie from her tight hug, having shared the news of what had happened and that you were all safe now inside the world of the book.

The usual gasps filled the hall at the magically filling tables causing Bilbo’s face to light up at the selection mumbling, “I’m in Hobbit Heaven.” Then filled his plate as you did the same with the Dwarves slowly joining in after you assured them they were not taking any of your supplies and there was plenty to go around.

After dinner was over Albus rose and gave a small speech that they had now found a new world, one that they would be safe in that was far from the war and dark Wizards that had hunted them. But curiously enough for the Dwarves most of the children all glanced to you after and only seemed to relax at your confirming nod.

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On your feet again you guided the men back through the emptying Great Hall where they watched the children wishing you a good night as you did the same naming them in return turning for the distant dormitories guided by the other Professors and older teens among your group. All who were helping to take care of the younger children taking up newly formed dormitories in the school and toddlers and infants. Over their heads Norberta and Opal flew to speak with Fawkes and the giant Phoenixes. Back again into the main hall you made your way to your waiting enchanted door only to see Lucius, Alastor and Narcissa enter again shaking their heads, “No sign of them.”

With a nod you said, “Well, maybe they landed farther along in the book?”

Alastor, “We’ll smoke them out eventually.” Patting you on the shoulder in his move past you, “Don’t you be staying up too late now. I won’t be having you passing out on us. Padfoot might be loose but I will not be letting you slide out of pace.”

Narcissa said, “I’ll keep watch over Teddy tonight.” Giving you a gentle hug in her move past you.

“Thanks.” Through the door you led the way and once inside the smial again Thorin asked, “Who is Padfoot? Should we be concerned?”

Turning to face him you shook your head, “Padfoot is my father’s nickname. Him and my uncles and my brother Ron didn’t land with us. They’re off alone,” in a glance at the window you mumbled, “Harry and Tonks are somewhere too, unless they blocked a curse from Ginny so she could make it through.”

Thorin, “I apologize for your missing people, though we cannot aid you in searching for them. We must wake early to barter for horses.”

Shaking your head you said, “If they were close by I would know it.” Making his eyes narrow, “My bloodline, we can all sense one another. They are too far from me to sense them.”

Thorin met your gaze as you accepted the offer to move into the sitting room around the still lit fire, “What, what is your plan now? For your people?”

You exhaled slowly, leaning against Fred’s side on your right, “First we need to find an unclaimed stretch of land to set up our homes. These are just the children from the Wizarding World, there are more hidden in our protected homes, then we still have the non-magic population to rehome as well.”

Balin, “Non-Magic?”

Fred, “Like us, but without the powers.”

Kreacher popping up in front of you drew your gaze and handed you a slip of paper, “The Muggles have been fed my Mistress.”

Dobby appeared at his side adding, “Though their ears haven’t changed as the Wizards have.”

“Good to know. Thank you.” They bowed their heads and zapped off to your home to join in watching over Teddy and the others.

After a small momentary huddle initiated by Fili alerting his uncle to his need to know Hermione better, Thorin turned back to you and said, “Out past the Misty Mountains there is plenty of land to claim.”

“Misty Mountains?”

He nodded, “We would show you, for a fair trade.”

“What sort of trade?”

Thorin nodded his head to the sleeping Dragons, “You tame Dragons, we happen to be heading after a Dragon who stole our home.”

“So we handle the Dragon for directions?”

He shook his head, “There’s a destroyed city at the base of our Mountain called Dale, you handle our Dragon, do whatever you will with him, and we grant you the ownership of Dale.”

After a glance at Charlie to the left of George, refusing to leave you with the strangers, who shrugged through a nod, you extended your hand to the Dwarf who rose with a smirk to accept your shake, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Approaching with a table hovering beside him Gandalf pulled out a map he laid across it and shared a better view of where you were headed as well as informing you of a large stretch of Southern Greenwood unclaimed for centuries now. A topic that stirred the mention of Moria, bringing up a creature, later upon research in one of your books on mythical creatures was discovered to be defeated quite easily.

With a nod Thorin rose from the table stating, “Well, Miss Black, we should get our rest. As I said, we rise early to barter for horses in the morning. We’re leaving by sunrise.”

He paused at your black brow rising, “Wouldn’t flying be easier?”

Thorin lowly asked, “I am not flying on a Dragon.”

You smirked back, “And ours would never allow you to mount them. I meant Thestrals.”

Thorin, “Thestrals?” Causing you to nod and draw out your magical creatures book summoned from home you opened to their page explaining what they were to the curious group of huddled Dwarves.

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It didn’t take long for the men to make their way to their preferred beds while you turned back for your door that led you straight into your home. Charlie and the Twins hurried off to spread news of your deal and round up volunteers for the first leg of the journey in the morning.

Right onto the glass wrapped ballroom you went and eyed the sky mirroring the one around the bag holding your hoard of shrunken dwellings. Canus Major was right in front and as the clouds rolled in to hasten the snow coming in you sighed and turned to your bedroom. Glumly on the bed Ginny sat and looked up at you watching your path to her side. Leaving your crutches by the bed you magically pulled off your shoes leaving them by the bed easing your task of settling up against your pillows. “Hey Gin.”

Tearfully in the quiver of her lip she asked, “I told him I never wanted to see him again!” After a sniffle she said, “Then the ass goes and says he loves me, and to be happy. Then pushed me and Tonks to the portkey when the group spotted me taking the last of their library.”

“Tonks was with you then?”

Looking at you she wiped her cheek asking, “She wasn’t with-, why, didn’t Dad and Ron show up with her?”

You shook your head, “They must have fallen somewhere later in the book.”

“We are going to look for them, aren’t we?”

“Alastor, Narcissa and Lucius took a flight trying to look for them around the city,” you shook your head, “No sight so far. First we have to help the Dwarves resettle so we can settle in their old city of Dale. Then we can spread out a full search of, what they call Middle Earth.” In the quivering of her lip your hand settled on hers resting on her leg and you said, “We’ll find them. No doubt the longer we are here I’m bound to get a glimpse of where they are, or they might even be on the way.”

Ginny nodded and sniffled again wiping her cheek, “Can I sleep with you?”

You nodded, “Of course.”

“Maybe if I’m with you I won’t dream about Harry.”

“Well if you don’t want to dream I can help there too,” waving your hand calling a vial of dreamless draught from your office you passed over she downed and you laid back with her snuggling close in the dimming of the lights to get some sleep. Though as she drifted off your slitted eyes flashed to silver and you watched the memory of Harry sacrificing himself to save the pair and how Tonks blocked a fireball curse from hitting Ginny and got sent off on her own. Forcing your eyes shut you tried to clear your mind focusing on your meditations to refocus calming yourself to head off to sleep yourself hoping for a dream of your father.

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Inhaling deeply your eyes cracked open at the mooing of your alarm clock you silenced then struggled to your feet to brush your teeth offering a spare brush to Ginny. Combing your hair was next to pull it back up into another ponytail before adding your boots and limping your way down to breakfast finding the Twins, Bill, Percy, Luna, Draco and Neville all up around the table filling their plates from the spread Regulus had set out as you took your own seat to eat as much as you could before helping to gather the herds you would need.

A quick stop to the Forbidden Forest later and you were outside the hidden home resting under a tree waiting for the others to wake and exit the home as they had intended. Stolen admiration ended with the cracking of the front door making you turn again ready to help the men up onto the steeds.

Outside Bagend in the bright sunlight Bilbo eyed the giant carriage borrowed from Madame Maxime the Dwarves had loaded with their belongings, commenting on the spacious mansion housed within discovered to be your family home at Nori’s questioning. One that would house the Dwarves and Wizards not on their flying shift around it through the days, lowly Thorin named the first group to join him on the first leg. After Bilbo’s own inspection leaving his own bags his eyes shifted to the winged pure white horses the Twins ensured to be secured properly. Open mouthed he gawked at the gorgeous creatures before he said, “Those look nothing like the sketches you showed us.”

You chuckled softly, eyeing the elder Dwarves inching closer to the timid Thestrels sniffing them as they neared, choosing their passengers on their size and smell, “It’s alright Bilbo. You can’t see them, but they’re around us.” He spotted Bofur, the first to climb on his, floating curiously mid air on a shifting invisible body leaving strange hoof marks in the dirt path below. “Which is why, I thought Buckbeak might be a better choice for you.”

His brow rose, “Buck-beak?”

You nodded your head and he approached, eying the same clothes you had worn the night before yet scrubbed clean with the large brace on your leg drawing a limp from you as a grey feathered mixed creature stepped from out behind the Pegasus to eye the small man at your side with a curious squawk. “First rule with Hippogriffs Bilbo, is never insult or disrespect them, very proud vain creatures. So when approaching, you bow, like so.”

He eyed and watched your bow at the waist leading to a curious glance from Buckbeak at why you would request his permission to approach when you cared for and disguised him and his father for the past few years since you and Percy had saved their lives. Bowing in return anyway he squawked at you and nuzzled his beak and forehead against your cheek as you approached before realizing you were training the small man how to greet him properly.

In another cautious glance over him Buckbeak inhaled then lowered his head in return. After his timid tro closer the Dwarves all watched you help him up onto his back and led Buckbeak to the front of the Pegasus as you walked to straddle your Father’s motorcycle left outside by Hagrid the night prior. Sitting on the seat beside the shrunken dragons in the sidecar at Bilbo’s yearning glance at his home you drew your wand shrinking it into a protective orb. In the spell the gaze of those watching shifted curiously at its sinking and leaving an empty patch of dirt in place of the small house under the hill at the base of a massive tree and surrounding gardens. A gasp left Bilbo at your pocketing the orb you’d trapped it in your bag settled in the sidecar before you met his eye to ask, “You didn’t want to bring it along? I can put it back, it’s a bit of a habit, we never leave our homes behind.”

He shook his head, “No, thank you. I’d hate to leave it. It will be safe in your bag?”

You nodded, “It’s enchanted, keeps everything safe inside, besides the orb is enchanted as well.” Making his smile grow. With a smile of your own you kick started the bike revealing the source of the roar from the night before drawing awed expressions on their faces George called out, “Brooms up.” Causing him, Fred, Bill, Percy, Luna, Draco and Neville to hover around you for the first leg of the trip. Steadily you led the path down the road and at the curve took off into the sky with Thorin’s Thestral following after stirring a ripple of the others and Buckbeak to do the same as the Pegasus did the same pulling up the rear.

Up into the frigid air you inhaled sharply trying not to cry knowing you were heading off leaving those lost to their own just so you could hope these men would be truthful and grant you the land promised to house your people. You wanted this to be true, to be real, and that you would not be left to drastic measures to protect your people and ensure prospering in the future. Still snowflakes fell around you from the clouds above and you tried to keep your gaze off the sidecar where your mother’s cat Crookshanks should be lounging had you not lost your second bag in the trip he was napping in. You should have left him at home, but he kept yowling insisting to go with you and no doubt would teleport to your lap anyways had you left him behind. The bag was enchanted so he should be safe, you hoped he was merely lost with one of the others and could show up one day dragging the bag he was in ready to leap into your arms, as soon as you’d let go of your father whenever he would be found.

Pt 2

#HP Crossover

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Delphini AU 1.

Anybody else think the 8th Harry Potter book would have been entirely more interesting if Delphini Riddle wasn't revealed to be Voldemorts hammy daughter until the very end.

Like, sure, have the time travel nonsense with Albus and Scorpius but instead of Delphini going 'Plot twist I'm evil', with the time turner. Have her story told and hint at her heritage.

She was raised in isolation. She didn't have friends or a real family. Her step-father was in Azkaban and Eupemia Rowle only adopted her in exchange for gold, and by Delphini's admission she didn't really care about her... which when you consider that JKR doesn't know how to handle childhood abuse (*cough* the Dursley's) this is code for 'She was an abusive asshole'.

Now sure as she grew older and more bold she would ask why she could never leave the house and make friends. Why she couldn't go to hogwarts despite being a witch? Which would only lead to more of that nameless pain.

And any child in an abusive household would know that the desire to break free and live your own life, away from the neglect and hurt, is immensely strong. Because you'd rather be alone in the world than live in a house that never felt like home.

So, when her father is finally released from Azkaban or escaped it by some unfathomable means and meets her, telling her of her true parentage and the prophesy she is supposedly meant to fulfil, she isn't immediately on board.

I don't know about you but if you find out your parents were Tom Riddle and Bellatrix Lestrange, the most dangerous dark lord of the recent era and his most loyal and sadistic lieutenant respecticely, you wouldn't immediately idolise them.

She would have been a confused lonely 15 year old with a hunger to explore the world beyond the walls of the house she rarely left, a dark curiosity, a thirst for knowledge and perhaps, given her age and experiances until that time, perhaps even a little bit brave.

If she had gone to Hogwarts there is no doubt that she would have been a hallion. A daughter of the devil with twice the charm. But she never went to Hogwarts, she never got to be the impish student everyone her age should have been... so with the truth burning into her mind she makes her plans to runaway from the Rowle household.

The day of her 16th birthday she leaves in the dead of night, with an enchanted satchel containing an old camping kit (Ironically much like the one Hermione had during the Deathly Hallows) she stole from Eupemia's attic and a disheveled coat.

Unknowingly she is seen leaving by Euphemia, but she allows her to go. So long as she doesn't reveal that Delphini is gone, she'll still get paid by her benefactor. She didn't care for her before, why start now?

~

Delphini doesn't make it far before the Nightbus pulls up beside her. She's confused at first but boards anyway.

She's gets left off at the Leaky Cauldron, having figured out by stray Daily Prophets that Euphemia left around the house that this building had some connection to Diagon Alley.

Tom, the owner, is confused at first at the arrival of a young witch looking for directions to Diagon Alley, surely she knows she need only tap the stones out back with her wand to enter. But she answers such questions with lies.

"I'm from abroad"; she says, "My wand broke and I'm in need of a replacement"

She has no wand. She knows all the spells but she never got a wand.

Tom is skeptical but allows her to pass into Diagon Alley anyway. This young woman may have looked like she was lost but not like she'd cause trouble.

Her wonderment as she crossed the threshold into Diagon Alley went unnoticed by all as dawn cracked upon the secluded corner of Wizarding London.

But she had an objective, and she needed to figure out where she belonged in this world.

She wanders aimlessly, passing bookshops that looked too busy to pass unnoticed in, until she finds a library full of knowledge and information with the seclusion she needs.

And needed it she did, for she is horrified by what she finds.

Countless books detailing the Battle of Hogwarts, the First and Second Wizarding War and the History of Voldemort. Terrible events that Delphini finds herself horrified to discover but she can't pull herself away from.

Thousands upon thousands dead, both muggle and wizard alike. Familes torn apart and destroyed in a maelstrom of chaos and hatred... and the cause of it all, her father!

And at his side creating a trail of blood and death of her own, was her mother!

The words of the prophesy echo in her ears.

"When spares are spared, when time is turned, when unseen children murder their fathers, will the dark lord return"

A day in the library is all she needed to figure out what it all means.

But she feels no sense of duty, no loyalty to the dead, no desire to see the world her father wanted to come into being.

It becomes clear to her why she was raised alone in the world. Why she never got the hogwarts letter on her 11th birthday. Why she never got a wand or a familar. Why her only parental figure treated her like she was nothing.

She was born as Voldemort's daughter, and raised to be his successor. Deprived of love, companionship and joy, she was expected to drown in her hatred and apathy and become a Dark Lord in her own right. One more terrible than her father ever would be.

But Delphini entered that library wishing to understand her place in the world... and she left at dusk wishing she had never been born.

~

She couldn't return to the Rowle household, nothing could make her return to that cold, uncaring house.

But she dared to tempt fate as she looked at Gringotts with tired, bloodshot eyes.

The bank was empty when she arrived, but she got the feeling if she had entered in the middle of their busiest day, every Goblin would have stopped and stared at her.

They knew who she was... she had never met a Goblin before, but she recognised the fear in their eyes.

She is silent and scared until an elderly looking Goblin appoaches her and leads her deeper into the building. First to a sort of board room to explain her financial circumstances.

She had supposed that her Mother would have cherished her existance in her delusional love of the Dark Lord, hense why she had entered Gringotts. She was in need of money. She couldn't just enter one of the buildings in Diagon Alley and ask for a job. (She had OWL and NEWT equivalents but not particularly good grades, a result of Eupemia's impatience and her refusal to provide her with useful textbooks, opting for older, outdated books).

She had indeed been left a large sum of money, as per a will her mother wrote... but she was surprised and anxious to learn her father had a will under his forgotten name, leaving everything he had left to her.

-

Lead to a rail car, Delphini and the elder Goblin (Who Delphi was now certain was only guiding her due to an unbreakable vow he had forced to make years beforehand) descended by railcar into the caverns beneath London.

The first vault they stopped at was her mothers, untouched since the days of the 2nd Wizarding War and still bearing the damage of dragon fire on its walls. But there was gold inside, that was all she really cared about.

The second vault, Tom Riddle's vault, required deeper desension. Travelling lower and lower into the darkness, until the air became freezing cold and the shadows all consuming... until the only thing Delphi could hear was the roar of a river in the darkness, then the silent howl of a tunnel. Exiting that the air grew warm and the erie glow of lava could be seen deep below the rails.

She had heard that Hogwarts was the safest place for Wizards in the UK. But if the Vualt of Tom Riddle was in Gringotts, didn't that mean Gringotts was the safest place?

Perhaps this void was simply never meant to be breached.

Perhaps Delphi had descended into one of those places that were better left forgotten.

Perhaps she belonged here.

~

They arrived at the vault to find it sealed shut, behind door after door of locks and enchantments that grew more sinister which each threshold.

The shadows on the walls seemed to move, Delphi thought, until she saw faces ob the shadows reaching out for her.

Some form of Inferi? She didn't know. She didn't want to know.

This nightmare continued until they reached the final door, with the emblem of Salazar Slytherin upon a vualt door with no obvious way to open it.

"Only a true heir of Slytherin can open this door"; The Goblin said mournfully.

Delphini knew what this meant... only a Parceltongue could open this door. And the words she needed to say to open the door came all too naturally to her.

She didn't know what to expect. A horde of gold or heirlooms? No, Voldemort only cared for power and power alone.

The door opened and sitting idle, gathering dust in a vast empty chamber... was a Time Turner.

She wasn't surprised this was the extent of her Father's affection.

Dead 15 years and still a complete dickhead.

~

She left Gringotts that evening with enough gold to tide her over for a long while. Of course she moved it all to her own recently acquired vault, under the alise 'Delphini Diggory'. She had read the name in the library. A victim of her father, an afterthought of history. She didn't care she was using a dead boy's surname.

The dead don't care. Why would they.

Passing Olivander's she sees he hasn't closed down yet. And knowing what this place was and that she couldn't stay inconspicious without a wand, she entered with a heavy heart.

Olivander does not question why a young witch in term time is here right as he was about to close shop. But a customer is a customer and she didn't seem in the mood to explain the sadness she carried with her.

He thinks for a moment that he hasn't seen her before but he's approaching 105. His memory has always been good, but somethings have grown blurry lately.

Hours pass as he tries to find her a new wand. As he explained before and as she had heard many times before 'the wand chooses the wizard' or in this case the witch.

She knew why no wand chose her. Somehow, they knew whose blood ran in her veins. They knew somehow they would be used for bloodshed.

Hours pass. Until dusk has passed and the burnt yellow of a London city night chokes the skies.

But Olivander refuses to end the search. He can't let this girl away without a new wand. It was his duty as a wandmaker to do so.

Eventually his search through selves of boxes of wands leads him to a section left untouched since the early days of his career.

A place he didn't set foot in for the longest time out of shame, until that fateful day in the summer of '91, when a young boy with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead wandered in looking for his first wand.

But Olivander is drawn here again. He feels something about the wand tucked away in a darkened corner, its box tattered by the passage of time.

He returns to Delphi silent, not sure if he is excited or terrified.

She lifts the wand half-heartedly, expecting for nothing to happen... but something does.

A coffee mug set on the counter by Olivander earlier that hour is filled instantly. Not refilled with coffee or a some other hot brew, but with soil.

And slowly from that soil grows a rose. A Blue Rose.

Delphi is between mystified and relieved, but elation doesn't come. She is already decending into a spiral of depression

Olivander, however, is horrified.

Delphi leaves before he can formulate a sentence. Leaving him with a generous amount of gallions to make up for the amount of time spent searching.

She leaves, her head held low, with her wand now tucked away in her left pocket.

A 15' Ebony wand with a Phoenix feather core.

A feather from the hatchling of the Phoenix that made the wands of Harry Potter and Tom Riddle.

~

She returned to the Leaky Cauldron and rented a room for a night but she did not get any sleep.

Her personal apocalypse lit her mind on fire as she held the time turner in her hands.

"Is this my purpose?"; she asks herself in her sorrow, "Am I meant to do this?"

The weight of the world was on her shoulders as fates cruel hands moved her fingers closer to the gears that controled the turner.

A flash of a world on fire. Of streets littered with corpses and the smell of death and shadow overwealmed her. And just as quickly she had thrown the time turner away, smashing it against a wall.

She could not do it. How could she have let herself consider such an act in her despair!?

And for what? For the love a father she would never receive? To dominate a world she had spent her life looking out a window at?

And now she was expected and prophesied to destroy it all???

No, she harboured no distain for muggles. She couldn't understand her parents ideas of supremacy when the muggle world was as incredible as the Wizarding World.

Had she not looked out her window for years wishing to play alongside muggle children!? Had she wished to one day, some day, become friends with someone!? Anyone!? The meaning of Muggle, Muggle-born or Half-blood was lost on her the day she tried to open the front door and received a smack across the face.

And so she decided, in the grim darkness, that the dark future she was born to bring about would never come to pass.

"I am not my Father. I am Delphini and I am free!!!"

~

Delphini left Diagon Alley later that day, having visited Twilfitt and Tatting's for a wardrobe change.

While there she would ironically meet her Aunt, Narcissa Malfoy. Though neither recognised the other; Delphi being just a baby the last time Narsissa saw her. They settled into an odd familarity.

Perhaps it was the hair that reminded her of her sister, Narsissa would think; or maybe the jovial attitude that was more like her niece.

She didn't know. She'd never know.

Of course she didn't leave without entering that incredulous joke shop she had passed the day before.

Though the name 'Weasley' made her heart sink, the practicality of instant darkness powder wasn't lost on her, but seeing the loneliness that Goerge carried with him almost made her decide against it.

When he spoke he would stop, just for a moment, before saying something witty. As if he was waiting for his brother to say something smart or humourous after him.

She'd find herself returning there just to check on him, from time to time.

Lastly she ventured into Knockturn Alley, seeking information on the location of Time-Turners and various other time-travel related objects not in the custody of the Ministry for Magic.

She would not bring about that dark future, and she would be damned if she let anyone else do so.

It was too late for her. She believes she was born with blood on her hands. No would know but she would carry the shame forever.

But if she could prevent the prophesy from being fulfilled and do some good wherever she could, then perhaps she could find some form of redemption for herself.

Comes down to it she'll suffer the hatred of the world, she can take it. But she alone would define herself.

In time she became like her parents; cold, manipulative and calculating, when nessicary.

And yet she was nothing like them; though her company often varied, from theives and rogues and slippery fenses, she found people who made her feel welcome and content.

Those who found a place in her heart quickly learned how attentive and warm she could actually be.

It surprised her. To learn how big hearted she was.

For a girl with heartless parents she had managed to begin digging out her own small place in the world... but nothing would stop her from using her inheritated gifts to undo her parent's legacy, no matter the cost.

Even if that meant sacrificing herself to do it.

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