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[mallowsweetmiri]

christmas miracle • fred weasley x reader

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Christmas at Hogwarts was your favorite time of year. Flurries outside your window, the crackling fires, the carols sung in the hallways. It all made you indescribably happy. Even the Gryffindor common room was decked out in garland and floating ornaments, the smell of fresh balsam in every corner. You sighed contentedly to yourself as you sat by the fire. Exams were finally over and you were set to head home on the Hogwarts Express tomorrow. Things couldn’t be better.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being called from the portrait hole. It was Fred, George, and Lee. You waved at them and sat up, readjusting your blanket on your lap. To your surprise, only Fred continued towards you, waving to the other boys as they headed towards their dorm. George and Lee sent cheeky smiles your way.

“Hi,” you smiled, moving your books from the couch so he could sit.

“Hi love,” he beamed, taking a seat next to you. You blushed at his nickname. Fred had always been overly affectionate with most people, but you were grateful to have experienced it. You craved it, his hugs and his nicknames. The way he slung his arm around you at the Three Broomsticks. It made you smile and you didn’t care if it was just the way he was. It made you feel special.

“Excited to go home?” You asked, watching as he settled in. His arm was draped over the back of the couch, his body turned towards you. You wished you could crawl into his lap, but you’d never have the courage to do so. Although, you doubted he’d mind.

“Yeah, of course,” he shrugged, the fire reflecting off his hair. “But I’m a little sad to leave this year.” You furrowed your brows and gave him a curious smile. It was hard not to smile with his contagious energy so close to you.

“Why is that?” You wondered aloud. He was usually boasting about going home to his mums cooking.

“To be honest, I wish I could spend Christmas with you,” he replied. You let out a huff as your smile grew without your knowledge.

“What?” You laughed, brushing your hair behind your ears in a feeble attempt to cool your blush.

“I’m sad I can’t watch you open my gift on actual Christmas,” he said, his voice soft and quiet. You shook your head at him, thoroughly confused. “But I figured two days before is close enough. So here, open it.” He grinned at you as he pulled out a small box from his pocket. You took it from him and bit your lip. It was small, rectangular, and fairly light. You pulled off the ribbon and opened the lid.

“Fred,” you gasped, pulling out the quill. “How did you even know I wanted this?” Your hand flew to cover your open mouth as you admired the pearl handled quill. You felt like Santa Claus had magically made your Christmas wish come true.

“I remember you admiring it when we were in Hogsmeade a few weeks ago,” Fred chuckled, watching you run a finger over the smooth surface of the grip. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you want something that badly before. I couldn’t help myself.” Your eyes ripped away from the beautiful gift and up towards Fred. “Do you like it?”

“Do I like it?” You repeated. “Fred, this is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” You flung your arms around him and buried yourself into his neck.

“Really,” he chuckled. “A quill is the best gift you’ve ever gotten?” You nodded you head into his shoulder.

“It’s not just a quill, it’s a beautiful quill. And-” it’s from you. You couldn’t exactly say that though, so you settled for, “I didn’t get you a gift!” You gasped and pulled abruptly out of the hug. Fred only chuckled again and held your arm from pulling away too far.

“It’s fine, Y/N. Seeing you happy with your present is more than enough for me,” he murmured, his voice laced with affection. Your blush deepened under his touch, his eyes holding yours captive. You were dizzy with realization. It was a Christmas miracle. Fred Weasley liked you back.

“Wait,” you said, reaching into your bag to grab your wand. “I think I have something for you.” You flicked your wand up, casting a flicker of red and green magic above you. It was a silly charm you had been practicing for fun, but now your festive spirit was proving worthwhile. Fred watched as the mistletoe took shape, his mouth slightly parted as his eyes fixed on the delicate bristle. You bit your lip to hold your smile as you watched his face flush red. You would certainly be replaying that image in your mind over the holiday.

“How did you learn to do that?” Fred asked in wonderment, still gaping at the red bowed mistletoe.

“I taught myself before December,” you chuckled. “Y’know. Just in case someone needed it.” Fred chuckled as his eyes settled back on you.

“I wish I’d known about this earlier,” he murmured, his hand moving from your shoulder to your cheek. “If I’d known how to cast this, I would’ve done it on December 1st.” He leaned forward gently, pressing his lips against yours with adoration. He was warm and sweet like hot cocoa, his lips moving against yours with an impossible gentleness. The kiss was unhurried and soft, and it practically melted you into the couch. When he pulled away, your body betrayed you, a soft whine escaping your pouted lips. Fred chuckled and pressed another kiss to your cheek.

“Did you like my gift?” You asked sheepishly, your rosey cheeks warming Fred’s heart. He smiled as the mistletoes shape shimmered and fell over the two of you.

“This is definitely the best gift I’ve ever received.”

[velvet4510]

Headcanon that once Drarry got together post-war, every time Harry casually mentioned something Vernon and Petunia said to him or did to him or deprived him of - even something as little as noticing their 7-year-old is way less skinny than he himself was at 7 - he had to spend literal hours convincing Draco not to hunt them down and curse them. Perhaps Draco did eventually do it with Harry none the wiser. But Draco did all he could to make up for that deprivation, including spoiling Harry with multiple presents every birthday and every Christmas without fail.

[be-crazyinsane]

Sirius, to James, lying facedown on the bed, regretting everything: And then I called him dad.

Mr Potter, to Mrs Potter, on the verge of tears: And then he called me dad :)

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hey girl can you make more Draco and his kid headcanon please like maybe daily life

I need it

A/n: of course 🥰, I hope these are good!

• General •

•Draco never expected to be wrapped around someone’s little finger—and yet from the moment Scorpius grabbed his pinky as a newborn, Draco was doomed. He’s completely and utterly smitten with his son.

•He tries to be the stern, composed pure-blood father he was raised to be, but it unravels the moment his son does anything remotely cute.

“Scorpius, what did I say about—” “Papa, I made a potion! It smells like honey and socks!” “…Brilliant. Show me.”

•Your Hufflepuff warmth balances out Draco’s sharp edges. You’re the one who insists Scorpius plays outside, helps with chores, and writes thank-you letters. Draco pretends to grumble but secretly loves it.

•Scorpius is the most charming little Slytherpuff ever: clever, ambitious, and sweet as sugar. He wears his heart on his sleeve and will proudly declare:

“I’m like Daddy and Mummy—ambitious and cuddly!”

•Draco is incredibly protective. When Scorpius got his Hogwarts letter, Draco stared at it for an hour, reminiscing and trying not to cry. He insisted on personally inspecting the Hogwarts Express carriage.

•When Scorpius was sorted into Slytherin, Draco was proud—but when he added “but I’m a Puff like Mummy too!”, Draco’s heart shattered and reassembled in the most fragile way. He now refers to Scorpius as “my little House blend.”

•Draco and Scorpius have tea time every Saturday, a tradition you started. Scorpius brings you both hand-drawn place cards (Draco keeps every single one in a drawer at the Manor).

•If Scorpius so much as sniffles, Draco’s already halfway to brewing six potions, sending owls to St. Mungo’s, and interrogating every child in a 3-mile radius.

•He reads Scorpius bedtime stories, and if you peek into the nursery, you’ll often find your son asleep on his chest while Draco is still murmuring softly from an old fairytale book.

•Draco is surprisingly soft in domestic life. He ties your apron when you bake. He brushes Scorpius’s hair in the mornings. He secretly knits (badly), and once made a very lumpy Slytherin-Hufflepuff scarf for Scorpius.

•When Scorpius gets scared at night, he comes running into your room and Draco always lifts the covers for him without a word. He’ll pretend to still be asleep while cuddling both of you protectively.

•Whenever Scorpius says, “I want to be like you, Daddy,” Draco nearly cries on the spot. He holds him tighter and whispers, “No. You’ll be better. Because you’ve got your mother’s heart.”

•Parent-teacher meetings are hilarious. Draco shows up in full black robes, arms crossed, scowling at any professor who implies Scorpius isn’t perfect. You have to nudge him constantly under the table.

•Draco LOVES your Hufflepuff traits, even if he pretends to act above it. He’s absolutely enchanted by how kind, loving, and nurturing you are. The fact that Scorpius inherited your big heart? He thinks it’s the best thing in the world.

•When Scorpius gets his first crush, Draco is not ready. He starts subtly investigating this child’s entire family line until you drag him aside and remind him that Scorpius is eleven.

•Sometimes, late at night, Draco watches the two of you sleeping—Scorpius cuddled into your chest—and whispers, “Merlin, how did I get this lucky?”

Daily Life with Draco, You, and Pre-Hogwarts Scorpius

•Mornings in the Malfoy household are soft and slow. You’re always up first, padding through the manor in fuzzy socks to start breakfast. Draco wanders in shortly after, hair a mess, robe half-tied, muttering, “How is it morning already?”

•Scorpius is the morning sunshine—he runs down the halls with bedhead, dragging a stuffed dragon by the tail, yelling, “Mum! Dad! I had a dream we were Hippogriffs!” He launches into Draco’s lap and burrows in like a baby Niffler.

Draco is absolutely useless until he has tea. You hand him his cup without fail, kissing his cheek. He hums contentedly and watches you bustle around the kitchen, quietly enchanted that he somehow married a literal ray of Hufflepuff sunshine.

Scorpius helps with breakfast. He insists on stirring pancake batter and arranging fruit into smiley faces. He always ends up with flour on his nose. Draco acts like it’s a mess—but he never stops smiling.

•Daily walks through the Malfoy gardens are a must. Scorpius chases butterflies, tells flowers “good morning,” and asks roughly 700 questions a minute. Draco answers every one with dry sarcasm.

“Why do Kneazles have whiskers, Daddy?” “To sense lies. Which means they’d never survive in the Ministry.”

•You and Scorpius often bake in the afternoons while Draco reads nearby, pretending not to be watching. He always shows up the moment the first tray comes out of the oven, claiming he’s “testing for poison.”

•Scorpius adores storytime. He likes sitting between you and Draco, one head on each of your shoulders, as you both take turns reading. When he was younger, he always asked, “Read it like a villain, Daddy!” and Draco would get very into it.

•Draco insists Scorpius learns basic wandless magical theory and etiquette early, but it always turns into a game.

“You’re dueling a Death Eater, not asking him to tea, Scorpius—stand your ground. No, wand up—not twirling it!”

•You both take Scorpius to Diagon Alley once a week for “fun outings.” He’s known by name at the ice cream parlor, the pet shop, and Flourish & Blotts. Draco acts put out when Scorpius begs for a new book or creature… then buys three of each.

•Bedtime is sacred. You tuck Scorpius in with a gentle kiss to his forehead, and Draco always lingers behind. He’ll smooth Scorpius’s hair and whisper, “You did good today, little serpent. Dream of stars.”

•Scorpius has a habit of walking into your bedroom at 2 a.m. and curling into Draco’s side. Draco always lets him, wordlessly shifting to hold both of you. No matter how hard he tries to act aloof, his arms always wrap tight.

•On rainy days, the three of you build blanket forts. Draco pretends it’s “utterly ridiculous” until he’s inside with a book, pretending not to be enjoying himself. You catch him and Scorpius dozing off together inside, both clutching tiny pillows.

•Draco keeps a secret scrapbook with pictures and little clippings from Scorpius’s life: his first smile, his first accidental magic burst, his first wobbly handwriting. He’s too proud to admit it—but he looks through it constantly.

•Whenever Scorpius does something especially kind or thoughtful, Draco leans over and whispers, “That’s your mother in you, sweetheart. Thank Merlin.”

•Scorpius once tried to “propose” to you because “Daddy said Mummy is the kindest, bravest, and prettiest witch in the world.” Draco turned beet red. You nearly cried. Scorpius gave you a dandelion ring.

The manor is full of laughter now—where once it echoed with silence and formality, it now feels like a home. One filled with joy, baked goods, muddy shoes, bedtime kisses, soft sighs, and a love Draco never believed he deserved—but is endlessly grateful for.

[souptastical]

WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH PTSD THE GOLDEN TRIO/EVERY WEASLEY KID/ALL THEIR PEERS WOULD HAVE WHEN RAISING THEIR KIDS???

Like seriously- I NEVER EVER see it. It's all how lovely life would be, the peace, how they could finally live a comfortable life- gurl what??

Harry, Ron Hermione were 17. Do you remember being 17? Yeah, take that mindset and imagine going through a goddamn war, one that alllll revolved around you/your best friend succeeding and if it didn't happen, there would be a dark age like no one had ever seen.

⚡️Harry would keep having nightmares, probably forever. There would probably be days where he laid in bed, unable to move due to the consuming guilt and/or depression which would just add more guilt and depression when he got out of it as he left Ginny to care for their kids and would wake to figure out he missed out on core memories of his children. Sometimes, desperate to see him, James, Albus and Lily would just lay there with him in silence. They witnessed their father go through periods of being totally present, totally happy and then he would randomly just look into the floor as if he was no longer there- his flashbacks were always quiet.

💫Ron, I feel, might end up going through substance addiction to deal with the loss of his brother coupled with moments of anger or just random, unjustified annoyance- the same goes for George and this would extremely strain their romantic relationships. He would most likely have flashbacks of countless moments of fear, would hear Hermione's screams at night, would see his brother's dead body upon that stone ground. Rose and Hugo felt so loved by their father, but also aprehensive because at any moment, his mood could switch.

🌙Hermione would have phases of constantly putting herself into intense moments of focus- her work, the kids, anything to keep her mind occupied out of fear those random moments where her arm burned or the memories of her husband spliced would return full force. She would eventually breakdown, her mind strained due to always, all the time, trying to ignore it all. Rose and Hugo witnessed this constantly- one minute she's fine, the next she's sobbing on the floor and Ron was barking at them to go to their room so they didn't have to be there for it, so they could leave him to console her.

☀️I feel like Ginny remained strong for her siblings, parents & Harry after the war to a degree that she ignored her own emotions and turmoil. Entirely. And then, finally when James was born, what was only supposed to be a flicker of post-partum went full fucking swing due to the fact she bottled everything inside for roughly 6 years straight. And it was bad- Harry was left caring for a newborn and his wife that couldn't move, eat, or bathe on her own. She was probably the only one of them besides Hermione who got proper therapy- the boys being too stubborn. When shit was better, she found herself going through these phases of dismissive attitude towards all her children, her PTSD coming out more in anger, probably similar to Ron and George. But she was especially this way to James- because she couldn't bear to feel the guilt about not being there for him upon his birth, she tried to ignore him entirely at points until she finally realized what she was doing later on.

Then there's everyone else- they would be so fucking destroyed by what happened like??? And their kids would have to watch it- they would grow up with parents riddled with PTSD, an entire generation that had the people raising them be torn from war; some that were able to move past it, some that weren't, and some that were always somewhere in the middle.

[achingless]

Et tu, a poem for Severus Snape's worst memory

I hope you liked this. Writing this was cathartic for me after reading about Snape's worst memory. It was unfair, unjustified, and cruel.

The prose used here about the sewing machine's noise being like music was inspired by this lovely fanart by @ebysse 🤎

[s0pa-de-letras]

Peter: I loved my date Sybill, they're amazing.

Sirius: They?

Peter: Oh, yeah. Sybill uses they/them because they're non-binary

Sirius: What do you mean?

James: It's like, if you were talking to someone else about me and say 'they're handsome' instead of 'he's handsome.' Right?

Peter: Yep, exactly.

Sirius: Ohhh, cool. Moony, hit me every time I get it wrong.

Remus: I am absolutely not doing that.

[nizar-dreams]

Beauxbaton, Hogwarts, Durmstrang…

So here I am doing some research on these schools since we know little about them, only to come to an unsurprising conclusion.

These schools make no sense at all.

First of all, Beauxbaton took in basically all the countries around it, except, apparently, Switzerland and Italy, and some other countries around those countries. Fine, okay, makes sense considering maybe that happened because of WW1 and WW2, ya know. Cool, got it, they don’t want Nazi’s, and sure maybe a bit sore about the other neutral/““neutral”“ countries like Denmark kinda was and wasn’t, and Sweden, too...

Durmstrang apparently said FUCK NAH to non-magical born mages and only magical born ones… The opitimy of Death Eater mentality fr fr. And maybe that had smthn to do with Soviet Russia? Idk I’m still confused and researching history to make that shit make some sense. But apparently they take in all the other countries down to Bulgaria…

But what about all the nonmagical born kids? Like. Just fuck them and dip right?

Nah. My Headcanon now:

Two minor schools that took in different parts of this area in Europe. One in Poland and the other in Italy/Greece (I chose near Athens but up to anyone else fr).

The one in Poland started because they wanted to protect jewish mages and anyone who opposed the Nazi's, didn't agree with Durmstrang, and also happened to be nonmagical born. They didn't care too much as long as you weren't a fascist Nazi, really.

The one in Italy/Greece was started as they took in Nazi mages and fascists all around this part of the world that couldn't go to Durmstrang or Beauxbaton, especially nonmagical born ones, AND I think was influenced by Grindelwald during his rise to power and the Great Global War he started. They weren't so deep into the pureblood mentallity, but it was definitely a superiority complex against nonmagical folk and probs speciest against goblins, merfolk, and centaurs.... I also think that they never really stopped being fascists, when Voldemort was around the first time.

It just does not have a good reputation anymore. AND it just made some sense with people prefering Blaise Zabini to be italian, or from Italy. Like, Beauxbaton wasn't going to accept Italians or Switzs, so they had to go somewhere, and if Blaise' mother wanted him to go to a good school, then maybe it was smarter to go to Hogwarts instead politically, while keeping her child safe? The school in Poland was too anti-magical Nazi, and the Italian/Greece one was just not safe, so Hogwarts was the perfect middle.

IDK, this is just some thoughts I wanted to spit ball. Let me know your thoughts if you want, but remember I'm thinking roughly about the 1940s-1990s times. and filling gaps in OC's backstories for my own story (that may not ever see the light of day but whatevs lol)

[nightingale2004]

Harry Potter next gen: Percy x Oliver vers.

Molly Charlotte Weasley-Wood

Faceclaim: Kaitlyn Dever

Molly is the daughter of Percy Weasley and the late Audrey Weasley and the step- daughter of Oliver Wood

Molly is also the older twin sister of Lucy Weasley

Molly takes after her father in personality and has his hair, but she looks more like her mother with a mix of her father

When Molly and Lucy were 5, their mother got sick and died a year later

After that, Percy raised his girls on his own until he and Oliver reconnected when Molly and Lucy were 9, and eventually, they got married, and Oliver became the twins step-dad

Molly is a Hufflepuff like her cousin Louis

Molly learned how to crochet from her grandmother, and she loves doing it.

She also crochet and gardens when she is frustrated, stressed, or needs to think

She and Lucy have twin telepathy, they also talk at the same time and even finish each other's sentences

Both Molly and Lucy remind George of him and Fred and how they used to be

Percy is extremely overprotective of his girls and would do anything to ensure they're both safe, he is a definite helicopter parent and it's always up to Oliver to keep him calm (which the twins are grateful for)

Like her dad, she is at the top of her class, head girl, prefect, and she is constantly studying or with her head in a book but sadly in her opinion she is not as academically inclined as her father or her sister

Both Lucy and Molly are extremely competitive with each other, and with their family

Molly loves cooking and baking, and everyone in the Wotter family loves it when Molly cooks and always goes back for seconds

Molly's patronus is a rooster

Molly is calm and quiet. She also values her personal space

She loves learning new things

Her favorite uncle is her uncle Charlie. She loves reading and hearing about his adventures with the dragons

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Lucy Cedrella Weasley-Wood

Faceclaim: Annalise Basso

Lucy is the second daughter of Percy and Audrey Weasley. She is also the step- daughter of Oliver Wood and the younger twin to Molly

Despite Lucy and Molly being twins and looking alike, they both are completely different

Lucy loves her twin but considers her a bit uptight like their dad.

Lucy has the famous Weasley hair and skin, but she has her mother's calm and laid- back attitude

Lucy takes after her mom in personality, but she also takes after Oliver with her love for quidditch

Surprisingly, for everyone, she was sorted into Ravenclaw

Her patronus is a rabbit

She and Oliver love talking quidditch strategy

Lucy made her way up to being the captain of the Ravenclaw quidditch team and created the most creative and clever plays anyone in Hogwarts ever saw

To her and Oliver, quidditch wasn't a sport but a way of life

She loves invading her sister's personal space

Lucy loves annoying her sister and loves going to the sleepovers

She loves broom surfing with her cousins and loves playing quidditch with her family

Lucy is considered a free spirit

Is very academically intelligent but almost never acts like it

Lucy also loves her uncle Charlie and loves hearing and reading about his adventures she even came up with the idea for dragon games and plan on doing a petition to support it

After Scabbers, Percy would NEVER allow his daughters to have a rat as a familiar. So Molly settled with a cat and Lucy settled with an Owl

[katesmagicshop]

ALL THE THINGS HARRY POTTER REALIZES WITH EACH PASSING YEAR . . .

angst, hurt no comfort - tw child abuse, trauma, death

harry potter, the boy who lived, is 11 when he first attends hogwarts and realizes that a cupboard isn't a suitable place for anyone to live, except maybe for spiders.

he mistakes his friends looks of horror for judgement when he finally tells them in passing, an offhanded remark amidst their conversation.

"i'm not ungrateful," harry is quick to say, reminded of his aunt and uncle's chiding remarks of his behavior. "any space is a space i should be thankful for, i know, but i wish they'd at least give me a watch. time is hard to tell in the dark."

"that's not normal," hermione says, breaking her stunned silence. "that's not how adults—how anyone should be treating you."

and harry who'd been treated as if he wasn't worth the small space he occupied his entire life was confused. "it's not?"

harry, after an eventful first year, is 12 when he sees he's a child. of course he knew he was a child before, but he realizes that children are supposed to be adored, endeared, and looked after.

"eggs and bacon okay, dear?" molly asks him, deciding he's much too thin for his age and set on loading his plate up.

"i can help," harry says, thinking mrs. weasley's question an invitation to do the cooking himself.

"though i can only make eggs sunny side and scrambled. nothing in between."

molly blinks, looking at the boy before her. "do they . . . make you do all the cooking at home?"

"only breakfast and lunch," he says with a small smile. "because if i don't, then how do i make myself worth keeping around?"

molly thinks her heart breaks. "that's—harry, you're a child. you shouldn't be near a stove, let alone cooking full meals."

"oh."

harry, growing tired, is 13 when he wonders if his life will always be this way.

what felt like exhilaration—of attending hogwarts and facing new adventures each year—was slowly becoming exhaustion. he'd discovered a godfather only to find he couldn't leave his aunt and uncle for him. it was like someone was toying with him, but he was growing bored with this game.

"is life always so . . . much?" he asks dumbledore who looked upon him with curiosity.

"are you growing tired already, my boy?"

"i think i've been tired since i was born, professor."

harry, already fed up with the world, is 14 when he loses a friend when it should have been him who died.

"when does the world stop trying to kill me and succeed instead?"

he ignores the pity. he doesn't need it.

harry, mourning a father for the second time, is 15 when he realizes that others his age haven't faced even half the grief he has his entire life.

orphaned again, harry is desolate and drowning in his own despair. the tears had ceased, his throat was scratchy and sore, and he was tired.

he'd aged overnight, and he was exhausted, fed up with the world. anger festered in him, and he didn't know what to do with all of it.

"does it ever stop hurting?"

remus, heartbroken, can only clear his throat. "i'll tell you when i know."

he laughs bitterly in response but holds his tongue.

harry, standing in water and blood, is 16 when he looks in the mirror and sees the monster aunt petunia and uncle vernon always made him out to be. he wonders if the truth was sitting there all along or if he'd uncovered it only recently.

a monster—that's probably why he was held in a cupboard his entire childhood, why he grieved so many bodies and faced a life of endless punishment. they'd recognized it before he had.

"was i ever meant to be more?" he speaks into the quiet of the bathroom.

silence answers, and it's enough.

harry, raised like lamb for slaughter, is 17 when he wins the war and wonders if life would have been easier had he died that night with his parents.

started rereading harry potter and so much of the first few chapters of the first book is overlooked

[cornishpadfoot]

Notes of an external consultant brought in by The Ministry to figure out Sirius Black's tattoos. (Sirius wasn't in a cooperative mood and the consultant got some things wrong...)

--- Included some ideas I liked from this fic (by @this-witch-writes) and this fic. And some of my own, AMA. (Tweaks on movie version tattoos are meaningful.)

[mallowsweetmiri]

bedtime routine • Fred Weasley x Reader

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“Hi darling,” Fred hushed, leaning over your form in the covers to give your head a kiss. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Hmph,” you stirred at the feeling of his lips, rotating around in the bed. “Freddie?”

He chuckled and smoothed the hair over your forehead. He watched your eyes squint in the darkness to find his face. Your sleepy gaze made his heart flutter.

“Yes, darling,” he whispered again, planting another kiss on your cheek. “I got caught up at the shop, I just got home.”

You glanced over to the clock which read 11:54. He really had come home late tonight.

“Was everything okay?” You croaked, attempting to prop yourself up on your elbows. Fred chuckled again and gently laid you back down, half sitting on the bed and half leaned over your body.

“Everything is fine,” Fred cooed, stroking the side of your face and gazing lovingly over you. “Just got caught up doing inventory.” You hmphed again and leaned into his hand, your eyes shutting once again.

“Come to bed,” you yawned, placing your hand over his on your cheek.

“Alright,” Fred replied, kissing your forehead out of impulse. “Give me one minute.” He rose from the mattress and you watched as he stripped off his jacket, tossing it onto the ottoman. He opened the armoire and began to undo the buttons of his collard shirt. You stared at his reflection in the mirrored door, watching as his fingers worked down the center to reveal his freckled chest and then his stomach that heaved and flexed with his breath.

“Mmm,” you groaned, rolling over to properly face him as he undressed. He huffed out a laugh and turned his head towards you, smirking as he pulled the shirt off his body.

“Like the view?” He teased, undoing the clasp of his belt.

“Very much so,” you giggled sleepily, pressing your hands together under your cheek. He breathed out another laugh and continued undressing, putting away his clothes as he did into the closet. Once he was in nothing but his briefs, he came over to the bed, throwing himself over you before coming to cuddle you from behind. He pressed a warm kiss to the back of your neck as he moved under the covers, careful not to disturb your position. You couldn’t help but press your hips back into his and sigh into his kisses of adoration.

“I love you so very much, my darling,” he sighed, wrapping his arms fully around you and coddling your back into his chest.

“I love you more,” you sighed, turning your head towards kiss him. He hummed into the kiss.

“Not possible but we’re not having this argument again,” he muttered, giving you another kiss which had you both smiling.

“Goodnight,” you sighed, content with your evening kiss.

“Goodnight, love.”

[velvet4510]

Recurring post-war incidents where the Daily Prophet spreads wild rumors about Drarry, convinced that their relationship is a result of either Draco giving Harry daily doses of love potion to fulfill his “PREDATORY OBSESSION” or Harry’s “SAVIOR COMPLEX” making him go to unheard-of lengths to reform a former Death Eater. Articles typically close with “The Saviour is expected to be single again by the end of the month.”

Then after their marriage, people start betting that they won’t last a year, and this continues on for decades, with a number of New Year’s celebrations including betting pools that this will be the year Potter finally dumps Malfoy and becomes available, and the Prophet’s narrative shifts to revealing at least once a month that they are “ON THE VERGE OF DIVORCE.”

At first Harry and Draco just scoff at all of it, hating being gossiped about. But slowly but surely, they start to grow more amused by the whispers than anything else. And by the time their 20th anniversary arrives, they’ve both become so unbothered that they’ve made a habit of alternating between faking dramatic conversations and even arguments in public and holding hands and sometimes even making out in public, just to ensure nobody has any idea where they actually stand, and to see what Rita Skeeter will make of it.

This habit inevitably results in the two of them bursting out laughing at the look on “that one guy’s face” as soon as they get home, and laughing even harder over their breakfast in bed at the next morning’s headline revealing “MALFOY-POTTER MARITAL BLISS REGRESSED BACK TO SCHOOLBOY RIVALRY” or questioning “MALFOY-POTTER VOWS SEALED WITH A DEMENTOR’S KISS FROM THE START?”

Hermione and Ron’s co-workers inevitably ask them about the rumors … and inevitably receive the same simple but accurate response every time: “Nah, they’re fine.”

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

hihihi

I saw your post abt walburga black and her relationship with Sirius black and I came RUNNING

I loovee hearing people's opinions on siriuss relationship with either of his parents and your ideas are just 🤌

If you don't mind can you give me some of your headcanons abt the noble and most ancient house of black (not necessarily sirius)

I love you ❤️ hope you have a lovely day week month whatever (sorry if this has weird structure english isnt my primary lang and i dont post asks often/at all)

(Also maybe an odd qn but how the hell do u dm someone on tumblr im acc stressed i wanna yap to so many ppl but i cannntttt 😭😭)

AHH I LOVE YOU I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THE BLACKS <33 ALSO IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE !!

btw you can dm someone by going on their profile and clicking the speech-bubble-thing with the plus sign in it ! it's like upper right corner on phone . youve prbly found this out by now but umm just in case !

umum head canons !! walburga centered because yes <3

tw: infertility, miscarriage, abortion (but she gave it to herself...), baby-trapping, underaged (non-con?) sex, (implied) cosca,

she definitely has OCD. i have another post about this but like she's so OCD to me

also, it isn't a walburga post if i dont mention i hc her with bipolar disorder

was basically the one who raised her brothers and when she grew up she wanted to have kids of her own to spite her father and to prove she would be a better parent

i hc her to be in love with someone before orion, like a first-love kind of thing but i can't figure out who. let's call him Dave for now

okay her and dave started dating when they were thirteen and walburga was very set on baby-trapping him

it didn't work because um. dave didn't want to have sex,,, because he was also thirteen...

but like whatever and walburga loved him anyway and they dated a while more

till walburga psycho sexual family issues came into play and her need need need to get married and start a family got so bad she barely stopped thinking about it

this was around when she was 15-16ish

yeah... the ocd and bipolar and her 49738 mental issues were coming into play

so dave and her separated peak manic episode, sixth year

(her choice, obviously)

and she became very interested in the second year, orion black !!!

and um . well orion was like 12 so he didn't have much of a choice but to go along with whatever she wanted

but um. what she wanted was a child but walburga just. could not get pregant

no matter what she did

but they still got married when orion was 17 !

and orion is just dissociating through this btw

and walburga is veryyy angry through this

and orion hates her

but is way too scared of her to actually say something

and then walburga gets pregnant <333

after. like. years.

after her younger brother (who she raised!!!) has had his first child !!

and well. alphard is there too but he's always been weird and wasn't really expected to do anything great so she's not bothered by him

but um !! she's pregnant and it is literally the best day of her life

orion is blending into the curtains btw

he knows the happy periods don't always last very long

which they don't. because walburga gives herself an abortion in a manic episode

and it's just.

it's so much worse for so long

it happens once more before sirius is born

and then once walburga is actually pregnant with sirius no one let's her out of their sight for very long

rip wizards you would've loved meds,

but ummm once sirius is born she litr loves him sosoossoosososoosoososoosossoso much <333

and um she has another son too something named rufus or rudolph or something

she doesn't give him much attention...

umumum okay this is long enough !!!

this is so dark im sorry !!!

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My Head Cannons for Harry and his Gryffindors

 Harry James Potter

The bi who lived

Has anger issues

Has survivor guilt

Lives for the drama and loves to gossip but is also somehow oblivious to it at the same time.Says its cause he has other things to worry about

Poc

Is half Indian from  Jame’s side.

Has Ptsd from you know everything

Sometimes he just that remembers he killed a guy at eleven 

If”brutal” existed when he was a kid that would have been his jam

 Art credit:@EVIX.ART-pinterest

Ronald Bilius Weasley

Straight-Biggest ally known to man 

Him and hermione are the biggest Deamus and Pavender shippers 

Has self esteem issues and always thinks he is just a sidekick

The boys dorm has forced him to basically adopt them-meaning he teaches them how to shave, how to stand up for themselves and other stuff so now he has love them like they are his kids 

Is a great cook

Always Brings up that Harry kissed Cho while she was crying about her dead boyfriend 

He also brings up the fact that Hermione has kidnapped someone

Actually befriends Crookshanks and calls him the cat as a endearing nickname

Has Ptsd from Fred dying and Hermione being tortured 

Art credit: EVIX.ART-pinterest

Hermione Jean Granger

Straight-Biggest ally known to man 2.0

 Poc

Constantly overworks herself

Always takes her coffee black

Has the worst bed head and eye bags known to man

Her and Ron used to stay up to finish homework and worry about Harry 

Is really socially awkward 

Is bestfriends with Ginny and Luna and they have girls nights 

Forces the rest of the group to watch her favorite childhood films like Mary Poppins 

Has Ptsd/ has horrible night terrors due to Bellatrix torturing her

 Art credit:clxeart on insta 

Neville Longbottom

Pansexual

His gran gave him some of his dad’s  clothes so when ever he is really nervous he wears one so it’s like his dad’s hugging him

Slept in the common room for most of sixth year and fifth year to avoid all the drama

Is usually the voice of reason when the dorm gets into arguments

Has social anxiety

Him and Dean are the best at comforting someone when their upset

When he returned to hogwarts lots of girls asked him out and he didn’t know how to respond 

Usually has a crush for about a week until he forgets again

This has lead him to have a crush on all of his friends except seamus

Ptsd from you know everything 2.0 

When he has panic attacks ron is the only one who can calm him down

Has plants named after all of his friends.

Art credit: drewwinchester on insta 

Seamus Finnigan

Gay

Realised he loved Dean in fourth year

Told his parents he was gay in the summer between fifth and sixth year but his dad beat him up and kicked him out so he went to stay with dean. (so i guess Ron is the only one without daddy issues )

Besties with Lavender

If “you belong with me” and “heather” existed in his sixth year it would have been his jam 

Has a “Kiss me I’m Irish shirt”

Cried in Deans bed in seventh year when he missed him 

Has Ptsd and horrible scarring  from the Carrows abuse/ torture 

Art credit: dreweinchester on insta 

Dean Thomas 

Bisexual

Has a really large extend family from both his dad’s side, stepdad’s side, and his mum’s side

Deamus didn’t happen till after Hogwarts

Was really scared about being petrified in second year and since then Seamus slept in his bed for “protection”

The bed sharing only stopped when they were made at each other

 When him and Ginny broke up she said they were both in love with someone else and he was so confused till she said he was in love with Seamus and that's when he realised 

Has Ptsd/ really bad night terrors from witnessing Ted Tonks death and being on the run 

Is a really good artist and has drawn everyone but mostly he just draws Seamus

When he found out his Dad was a wizard and killed by death eaters for not joining Voldermort he didn’t leave his bed for weeks.Seamus just sat with him and held him

Art credit: lunalovegoodart on tumblur 

Parvati Patel 

Bisexual

Helped Harry connect with his culture

Helped Lavender deal with her scars

Owns a tea shop with Lavender 

Pavender happened seventh year while hiding in the room of requirement

Has a black cat called Gemini who is bestfriends with Crookshanks

Has Ptsd from seeing Lavender on the floor after  Fenrir Greyback attacked her 

If “she likes a boy” was a song that would have been her jam in sixth year 

Art credit: @guine_evere on intsa 

Lavender Brown 

Pansexual

Did not die and became a werewolf

After she and Ron broke up Hermione found her in their dorm and said Ron can be an idiot but he’d never cheat on her. Lavender said she knew that but she just needed an excuse to break up with him and Lavender told Hermione about her feelings for Parvati. That was Hermione’s and Lavender’s first bonding moment and then they became fast friends

Has Ptsd from being attacked by a werewolf

Has made everyone friendship bracelets

Loves romcoms

If “all because I liked a boy” when she was a teenager existed that song would be her jam

Given everyone a makeover at least once

Always gossips with Parvati, Harry and Seamus

Helped Hermione get rid of the werewolf registry and helped make laws which made discrimination of werewolves getting jobs illegal. Also made wolfsbane free

Art credit: tinygorilla on tumblur

[souptastical]

IM LOOKING AT 90 GB OF FUCKING HP FIC SPANNING AS FAR BACK AS GEOCITIES??? DO YOU GUYS HOW HOW BIG A PDF FILE IS ROUGHLY??? VERY SMALL. THATS HOW BIG

WHOEVER THE FUCK MADE THIS.... YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT AND I LOVE & RESPECT YOU