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The Owl House Fandom Trumps Hate

We have thirteen TOH offerings for this year's @fandomtrumpshate charity auction supporting progressive non-profits! Check them out and remember to bid between February 25th and March 1st!

There are also many listings for "any" fandom that could potentially be for TOH fanworks or fan labor, and don't forget the Crafts Bazaar!

Written Fanwork

onthecyberseas | @onthecyberseas

Subtype(s): fan fiction (new) Highest rating: M Minimum Bid: $5 Audience: 18+ only Length/scope: 5 -10k words

dark_pookha | @pookha

Subtype(s): fan fiction (new) Highest rating: M Minimum Bid: $5 Audience: All ages Length/scope: 5 -10k words

cursedwithcaution | @cursedwithcaution

Subtype(s): fan fiction (new), fan poetry, meta/analysis Highest rating: M Minimum Bid: $5 Audience: All ages Length/scope: 5 -10k words

H. Savinien | @hsavinien

Subtype(s): fan fiction (new) Highest rating: E Minimum Bid: $5 Audience: All ages Length/scope: Less than 5k words

infinitetailwag | @nineratsinatrenchcoat

Subtype(s): fan fiction (new) Highest rating: T Minimum Bid: $5 Audience: All ages Length/scope: 5 -10k words

FindMeInTheFallAir | @findmeinthefallair

Subtype(s): fan fiction (new) Highest rating: T Minimum Bid: $5 Audience: All ages Length/scope: Less than 5k words

Jagodzianka | @zyrafowe-sny

Subtype(s): fan fiction (new), fan fiction (remix of an existing fic) Highest rating: M Minimum Bid: $5 Audience: All ages Length/scope: Less than 5k words

Fan Art

FindMeInTheFallAir Auction #1 | Auction #2 | @findmeinthefallair

Subtype(s): Book cover, Comic, Drawing/painting/etc., Icon(s) Highest rating: T Minimum Bid: $15 Audience: All ages Length/scope: If bid is higher than $25, I'll include more detailed background(s) instead of basic background(s)

SpaceKase | @space-kase

Subtype(s): Banner, Book cover, Comic, Drawing/painting/etc., Icon(s) Highest rating: E Minimum Bid: $5 Audience: All ages

itslilacmoon | @itslilacmoon

Subtype(s): Book cover, Comic, Drawing/painting/etc., Short animatic Highest rating: M Minimum Bid: $5 Audience: All ages Length/scope: For a drawing: A sketch of one person is $5, and each extra person is an extra $5. Add $5 for flat colors or $10 for full shading. Add $5 for a minimal background or $10 for a full elaborate background. If you would prefer lineart over a sketch, that would be an extra $5, and $10 if there's more then two characters. For an animatic: Will be in the same sketchy style I use for above pieces. I'll draw 1 second per $1, with the highest I'll go being $60 for a minute. Coloring would be an extra dollar for every 5 seconds (ie: $1 for every $5). For cleaner animatic lineart the highest I'll go is 15 seconds, and you would need to donate double.

Fan Labor

Lanterns | @bylanternlights

Subtype(s): Betaing Highest rating: E Minimum Bid: $20 Audience: All ages Length/scope: More than 50k words

obsidianbyten | @obsidianstrawberrymilk

Subtype(s): Betaing Highest rating: M Minimum Bid: $5 Audience: All ages Length/scope: 1k words per $10 bid

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Welcome to a contributor spotlight! Today, we are spotlighting dark_pookha (@pookha), who is writing a story about adopting cats... and basilisks.

Find dark_pookha on Tumblr, AO3, and Bluesky!

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[chlorinetrip]

I'm back on my autism induced monster/cryptid hyperfixation bullshit so have TMR characters as creatures

Thomas: Nixie (Nixy, Nix, Näcken, Naiad, Nicor, Nøkk, or Nøkken) – Guardians of freshwater streams and lakes, they are bound to the body of water they dwell in. Commonly spotted alone and are identified by the water continously streaming from their hair and clothes as well as the greenish sheen of their skin. They are amphibious and have legs as opposed to a tail. They are incredibly curious about land dwellers and much like dryads cannot venture far from their pools.

Newt: Dryad – (Because of the straying from the original mythos treefolk is more of an apt name) Originates from Greek Mythos, originally only female however some stories in the modern age allow for them to be male, this is where the term treefolk arises. Very few are sentient, these treefolk can take on a humanoid form and move a short distance from their tree. Treefolk will vary in appearance and personality based on the tree species.

Minho: Dokkaebi – legendary creatures from Korean mythology and folklore. Also known as "Korean goblins", are nature deities or spirits possessing extraordinary powers and abilities that are used to interact with humans, at times playing tricks on them and at times helping them.Legends describe different dokkaebi in many forms and beings with a thousand faces, and dokkaebi often wear hanbok.

Gally: Wraith – Evil spirit who is said to haunt people through negative emotions.

Ben: Púca (or pookha, puck) – Mischievous shape-changing creatures which can take human form. Known for its cunning and wile as well as lies and deception, Pooka's are known tricksters. Considered to be bringers both of good and bad fortune, they could help or hinder rural and marine communities.

Teresa: Harpy – A monster originating from Greek mythology said to have the face of a woman and body of a bird. Currently depicted with a more human body covered in feathers with wings and talons.

Brenda: Gorgon – Snake headed women able to turn men to stone with a gaze. In mythology women are unable to be harmed by Medusa, the most famous of the gorgons.

Winston: Ghoul – Monstrous flesh-eating spirits associated with graveyards. In popular legend, a demonic being believed to inhabit burial grounds and other deserted places.

Chuck: Faun – Humanoid beings with the horns and lower bodies of goats, however similar to Satyr a Faun is more childlike and innocent.

Alby: Satyr – Originating from Greek mythology, a nature spirit with the upper body of a man and the lower body of a bipedal goat with goat horns atop their heads. Typically depicted as a musical spirit closely associated with Dionysus

(I know I didn't add frypan but I have no earthly idea what he would be so if you have any ideas lmk plz)

(also I may be incorrect on some of my descriptions if so lmk so I can fix it)

[hpsaffics]

🎄HP Saffics Santa's Favourite Stories 2024🎄

The following stories were selected by our Discord members as their favourite works they've created in 2024! It's been great to read the reasons these stories were chosen, and while we won't share the specifics, under the masterlist you'll find some stats on just why we all loved creating sapphic fanworks this year.

🎁 The list

once more, with feeling by Marenke @nyenke - (Cho & Luna, G)

“Which run is this?” Luna asked, sliding in front of her, because somehow, she always knew, and Cho - head down against the table, trying to not think of Cedric on the table behind her, laughing at some joke - tried to recall, then gave up after half a minute, groaning.

The Road To Home by the_prettiest_w0lf_star @the-prettiest-w0lf-star - (Minerva/Poppy, M)

Having fled a stifling life and built something better for herself, Minnie pours all her love into the orphanage she's just opened with Poppy. Little did she know that one of the children they forstered would become her son, and some more would follow over the years.

tell me why my gods look like you (when dudes try to chase me) by multiimoments @multiimoments - (Pansy/Ginny, G)

Ginny comes to terms with her feelings for someone who has been lingering in her mind lately.

good luck, babe! (you’re nothing more than his wife) by QueenOfStormySkies @chemicalwildflowers

They all do things to survive. For Cultober day 12 - whump prompt - headache

Dream With Me by dark_pookha @pookha - (Hermione/Luna, M)

Hermione wants more than just the white picket fence with Ron; she wants to make a difference. She always thought she’d be doing that in the Ministry, but finds instead that she wants to become a Healer. She doesn’t believe in soulmates, but when she discovers that Luna shares her dreams, literally shares her dreams, her foundations are shaken. The war exposed Luna to her father’s lies. When she’s named co-Head Girl with Hermione Granger, she never expected to fall in love with her. When she discovers that Hermione shares the same dreams, literally shares the same dreams, her foundations are shaken. An 8th year, Head Dorms story with dream sharing. After one early chapter partially from Harry’s POV, all the rest will be from Hermione’s POV. All the scars are on the inside I'm not sure if there's anything left of me -Blue Oyster Cult-songwriters Michael Moorcock and Eric Bloom

Striking a Spark by SiobhanHazel @siobhanhazel - (Minerva/Lily, T)

Minerva McGonagall, an Unspeakable and ex-Hogwarts professor, undertakes a mission to 1979. Thanks to the Time Department’s sophisticated time travel methods, de-aged nineteen-year-old Minerva finds herself at a bar, revelling in the spontaneity of youth with her former students; Lily Evans and her friends. Travel of any kind tends to shift one’s perspective, and time travel is no exception.

Nowhere to Go/Fast Car by shewritesmaybe - (Dorcas/Marlene, E)

A snowed-in, American muggle AU for Dorlene. Because *women*

Bellatrix Black: An Elegy by thistlecat @thistlecatfics - (Bellatrix/Andromeda, E)

“Bellatrix Black Lestrange was survived by her husband, sister, nephew, and me, whatever I could be considered, if I could even be considered someone who survived her.”

Perfectionism and Appearances by maple321 @maple-321 - (Hermione/Pansy, M)

Newly appointed Prefect Hermione Granger is steadfast in accomplishing the long-term goals she's set for herself. She's dating her best friend Ron, is very busy preparing for O.W.L.s and completing Prefect duties, and certainly doesn't have time to be bullied by Pansy Parkinson, who is clearly determined to make her life as difficult as possible.

The Aurora by SnarkyGranger1 @snarkygranger1 - (Narcissa/Minerva, E)

Minerva was surprised to see her at the hot springs but by the end of the weekend, they were grateful for the time well spent.

Look What We Found by DayDreamingFoxglove @daydreamingfoxglove - (Luna/Pansy, T)

Luna finds a cat. Pansy finds humility. They both find their soulmates. Everybody wins.

What must it be like to fall? by lumosatnight @lumosatnight - (Walburga/Minerva, M)

Walburga wanders the moors, bottle in hand, and comes across a woman in the grassy fields. What is the woman, anyway, if not another person, another possibility, that she can never have?

[Podfic of] Sparkles, Moonlight, and Tuna Sandwiches by wilfriede0815 * @wilfriede (Luna/Ginny, T)

Ginny Weasley loves soccer. Ginny Weasley does not love Anthro 101. Luckily, she's found a study buddy.

*this work has multiple creators, and was submitted by wilfriede0815 - see the work for the full list

Darling, you say (And I keen under your touch) by Nihilistic_Nomad @nihilisticnomad (Hermione/Narcissa, E)

Hermione and Narcissa finally take the next step in their relationship.

warmth by miss_grimwood @miss-grimwood (Bellatrix/Nagini, T)

Bellatrix and Nagini give each other the warmth Voldemort denies them

Anything for... by Elvira_Kamgut (Minerva/Arabella, G)

Renowned pirate Minerva McGonagall knew that Albus Dumbledore was hiding some treasure somewhere, if only there was someone who could show the way.

treasure by mischiefmandied @mischiefmandied (Fleur/Angelina, E)

“Oh my désirée, you get me the most beautiful gifts.” Fleur flipped her tail as Angelina approached their secluded cave, braids cascading down her back and her captain's hat casting a shadow across her face. Her hands were full. One hand was dripping in gold chains, strands of pearls, and beautiful gems. The other was dripping in blood, a human heart resting in her palm. 

🎁 The stats

We had 17 (!!!) works submitted as your favourite stories, and we loved reading the reasons you chose them. we categorised themes for *why* you loved these works, and here are the stats:

25.53% were selected because you explored a new pairing or character

5.88% were chosen because it was your favourite ship

29.41% were chosen because you explored a new genre, theme, or dynamic

47.06% (almost half!) were chosen because you were proud of the finished product

35.29% were chosen because they were fun to write

11.76% were chosen because they received positive feedback

and finally, 29.41% were chosen because of the personal impact they had on the creator

[recklesslupin]

HP on Broadway Fest Work Reveals

You can read all the works here

Mine! by @pookha

Mamma Mia, Now I Really Know by @pinklilfairy

The Sound of Music by @riddikuluspuff

In the Early Hours by @starsanddiamond

It is I Who Does Not Deserve Him! by @lucigoo

The Dark I Know Well by kalipersephone

Give Up, Give In by Rust_and_Stardust23

Tremulous and Tender by @enchantedreams13

Out of My Control by recklesslupin

[princessrottenpeach]

another Panville fanbind

"The Moon in Your Eyes," by @pookha is free to read on AO3. It is a Selkie/Folklore AU.

The cover is a photo by Josh Massey on Unsplash. It was designed on CanvaFree. Printed on cotton fabric.

[hptriadfest]

HP Triad Fest Master List

An act of love

Author: HadrianPeverellBlack

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HPTriad5/works/54771832

Summary: AU where the war goes on longer. Harry appears on the doorstep of an old friend, asking for help.

Building Bridges

Author: @pookha

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HPTriad5/works/53607814

Summary: Harry and Hermione have been together since the Tri-Wizard tournament. When Hermione goes back to Hogwarts for 8th year, she falls in love with Pansy Parkinson, who was a spy for her father, Severus Snape. Meanwhile, Harry is in the process of turning 12 Grimmauld Place into 'The Bridges,' a place where everyone is welcome. Harry and Hermione welcome Pansy into their relationship, home and bed.

Clearing

Author: cecilvn

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HPTriad5/works/54782968

Summary: In the face of Lily's death, James finds healing in familiar faces.

Fates Temporal

Author: aleysiasnape

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HPTriad5/works/54751654

Summary: The fates were kind to Hermione during summer solstice

Flavours and Expectations

Author: @sailtomarina

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HPTriad5/works/54319912

Summary: Ernie Macmillan once thought he’d lead the wizarding world into a golden era. That was before he grew up and before he’d resigned himself to a future of running errands for his office like a delivery boy. A chance encounter with a former classmate reminds him that not only can people change, but that they’re also capable of affecting change in others. She’s sexy and confident and everything he’s ever wanted in a lover and for himself.

With Ernie a bit of a mess at work and at heart, the chances of finding love this late in life seem low. Can a saucy chef and the serpent slayer who guards her prove him wrong?

Follow the Pawprints

Author: @lumosatnight

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HPTriad5/works/54154915

Summary: A man is sitting on the toilet in Victoria Park. Well, he’s also dead, but more importantly, he’s covered in pawprints. Luna and Susan go to poke the body. Cho tries to track down the culprit. You know, normal Tuesday things.

Harry’s Terrible, Awful, No Good, Very Bad Day

Author: Slytherinbabe40

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HPTriad5/works/54387730

Summary: A terrible day has not-so-terrible consequences.

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Harry hurled his bag in the general direction of his desk and threw himself face down on…a...person?

He exhaled all the air in his lungs and even over the pounding in his ears, he felt the exhale and heard a groan from the man beneath him. His forehead dropped in mortification for a moment before he inhaled, smelling the lemongrass scent that means that Nott’s boyfriend has been around.

Sagging even more, he mumbled into the chest he faceplanted into, “This IS my bed, right?”

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The Imperfect Art Of Taking The Piss As A Love Language

Author: @annanother-thing

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HPTriad5/works/54718363

Summary: What better way to reveal your possibly very controversial but very happy relationship than just stopping hiding it and betting on which of your friends is the most oblivious and will take the longest to notice?

in the bend of your elbows.

Author: CanYouHearMyFear

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HPTriad5/works/53482153

Summary: Hari doesn’t feel like he deserves his soulmates but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have soulmates.

The Missing Mate

Author: ayanadailey

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HPTriad5/works/53427460

Summary: Regulus can't seem to stay away from the lonely werewolf when he knows his brother is away. It's as if his animagus form is drawn to Remus.

pity the living

Author: @poljupci

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HPTriad5/works/54032410

Summary: When moving into a new flat, it's normal to check the bedrooms for space, the bathrooms for mould and the kitchen for that indescribable thing that will drive your loved ones in even when nothing is cooking on the stove. Harry, Ron and Hermione, though, should have been much more concerned about the state of their living room because, whether they knew it or not, all of the important bits are going to happen right in the centre of a space they may yet to grow to call their home.

or: a look into the Golden Trio surviving their first year after the end of the War

Show me the constellations in your eyes

Author: cassetteinability

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HPTriad5/works/53646349

Summary: “I don’t need to look into your eyes to know my brother is fucking dead,” Sirius shouted, and his face was so cold, a futile attempt at hiding his sadness. “You need to leave.”

“I have Regulus’ eyes, don’t you see?” Regulus asked — begged.

“They look…” James began, walking closer to them now. “They look like his, Sirius.”

“They look like a Black’s eyes,” Sirius spat.

James shook his head. “Regulus had these little black flecks at the corners that always reminded me of a constellation… These are the same, Sirius.”

Or

When Regulus is reincarnated, the first thing on his bucket list is to make his way back to the two most important people in his life. For answers and for love.

They are yours, you are theirs, it’s that simple

Author: consumedly

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HPTriad5/works/54917875

Summary: They make it out like agreeing to live with someone is such a life-altering decision, such an adult thing to do, that when the moment comes you start to doubt yourself. It’s a war and I might only live so much, but do I want to? Do I really? Then someone dies, or someone’s house gets blown up and the only thing you think about is what if it was me? I’d have- they’re so- Why doesn’t in end already?!? And you realize that this big decision is you basically stopping drifting by and taking the reins of your life at least this one time.

The Unexpected

Author: RavenclawGreen28

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HPTriad5/works/54926353

Summary: “The most beautiful love is the one that’s kept hidden, like a precious secret. A secret love is like a rose, delicate and beautiful, cherished and protected.”

Hermione has to go undercover for a mission because of poisoning and attacking of both wizards and muggles. What was thought to be a simple mission turns into more then bargained for.

The Beautiful Unexpected

Artist: RavenclawGreen28

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HPTriad5/works/54798061

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Thank you to everyone for taking part in the fest this year and to our Authors for their brilliant works!!!

Discord link: https://discord.gg/xnvYazKBxE

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Thanks for the tags, @childlikegoblinqueen @unniebeans and @willowsz-plantsz!! (It’s so fun having so many fic writer moots!!)

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

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The Quest for the Keys of Death — A TOH/PJO crossover that’s currently on hiatus, but I have 8 chapters up on ao3! Follows Luz Noceda the demigod as she goes on a quest to find a missing child of Hades, and fix the gods’ newest mess.

The Haunting of Gravesfield — A Stranger Things inspired 80s AU. Willow Park has just graduated high school, but she can’t get her bosses at the local paper to take her seriously. In order to catch their eye, she decides to take on one of Gravesfield’s greatest unsolved mysteries… the murder of Caleb Wittebane. With the help of Caleb’s son, the reclusive Hunter Wittebane, Willow dives into a world of murder, monsters, and unholy plots. I haven’t started this one yet, but I’ve been planning it.

Ghostling — An original story that I’m currently planning. Stella Cho is a supernatural—a humanoid with miraculous powers. She can peer through the veil and communicate with the realm of spirits. But supernaturals have always been persecuted, and laws against them are only becoming stricter. After saving a hapless changeling from his abusive stepfather, Stella decides to fight back against the humans and the supernaturals who would seek to harm her brethren. And maybe, just maybe, she can make a difference.

Assorted One-Shots — All TOH (mostly Huntlow) that I have ideas for but having written yet. Still waiting for the time… rehearsals have been a nightmare.

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Tags for… @oh-cramity-its-amity @slightecho @pookha

[pookha]

Dream With Me

Chapter 2: July 1998

See first chapter for summary and TWs. This chapter contains violence.

https://www.tumblr.com/pookha/737564632111333376/dream-with-me?source=share

Now that Ron has started his training with the Aurors, Hermione's nightmares have returned. The results of the paparazzo's photographs are revealed in the Quibbler. Hermione receives disappointing news from Australia. While Hermione is out, Luna comes to visit to talk to her, but ends up talking to Harry and Ginny instead.

July 1998

The knife bit deeply and Hermione screamed. Bellatrix’s foul breath spilled into Hermione’s mouth and nostrils as she questioned Hermione. Nothing mattered but making the pain stop, nothing mattered, not Harry, not Ron, but she held and didn’t tell. The knife bit again and again. Bellatrix’s teeth ripped at Hermione’s shoulder and she whispered to her in between questions.

“Greyback’s next for you. He likes a bit of sweet meat. Tell me how you got it and I’ll kill you quickly. It doesn’t have to be Greyback.”

Then she was back to screaming questions at Hermione. Bellatrix’s eyes glowed at Hermione’s pain-filled writhing.

Hermione pushed it away; she knew it was the nightmare again. It wasn’t as bad here at the Burrow and she pushed. Bellatrix stretched like taffy and snapped, then she saw Greyback coming, but she turned him into a corgi with a crown like the Queen’s. She stood and willed Malfoy Manor to go away.

Hermione woke up, drenched in sweat, touched the spot where Ron had slept just the week before and sighed. She held his pillow to her face, but his scent had already faded. He’d come back once to get some more of his clothes and a small trunk of possessions and then had left immediately back to his training. The nightmares hadn’t been as bad when she was sleeping with Ron, but they were coming back stronger again. She rested in bed for a long time, her head down in her hands. Suddenly, a knock came at her door and a hand slid an official looking envelope under it, followed a moment later by a magazine with a lurid ad for ‘Potions of Prowess for Men of Discernment’ featuring a very phallic looking wand that covered the entire back cover. Hermione knew it had to be an issue of the Quibbler .

“Dear, you should probably read the letter before looking at the Quibbler,” Molly’s voice came from behind the door.

“Thanks, Mrs—Molly,” Hermione said, rising to get the letter.

The letter was from the Australian Department of Muggle Relations. She picked it up and slit open the wax seal.

…regret to inform…further memory manipulation could be detrimental…cannot authorise restoration of memories…they are thriving…seem happy…Sincerely.

The words danced menacingly around behind her closed eyes; they spiralled and twisted and her stomach churned with vertigo. She’d expected the worst, but now that it was confirmed, she found she hadn’t really been ready for it. When she started to cry, it surprised her. She gulped in big breaths of air, but they came out explosively in heaving sobs. Tears streamed down her cheeks and onto the oversize shirt of Ron’s that she wore to bed. She didn’t know how long she’d sat there on the edge of the bed with her tears smearing the ink on the evidence of her crime against her parents when Harry opened the door already dressed for the day in jeans and a T-shirt.

He crossed the room in two loping steps and sat next to her on the bed. He pulled her close and let her cry on him until her sobs subsided and her hitched breathing grew more regular.

“I did this to them,” she said, shoving the smeared letter into his hands.

He read it quickly and kissed her forehead.

“You saved them. If they’d stayed, the Death Eaters surely would have killed them.”

“But is what I did any better? I didn’t ask them; I just assumed I knew better. How is it different from ‘Magic is Might?’”

“It is different. You saved them because you love them. ‘Magic is Might’ doesn’t care about love, it only cares about control.”

“I suppose…” she started to say, but Harry cut her off.

“Don’t suppose, it’s the truth; don’t be hard on yourself. I know how it is to be without your parents.”

“Not going to tell me that it’s going to be easier for me because I know they’re still alive?” Hermione asked, a little acid in her voice.

“No,” Harry said simply. “No, that sounds like shit. It’s going to be fucking hard. I’ll be there for you; anything you need, you call me. Okay?”

She’d told Molly recently that Harry was like her brother and it was true; he was her brother and she was his sister and he’d always be family to her.

He tossed the letter on the desk and picked up the Quibbler curiously. When he turned it over, his face reddened in anger.

“What is it?” she asked and he held the magazine out to her.

The front of the magazine was a full-page, grainy, long-range shot of Hermione and Ron sitting on a blanket in the Burrow’s garden. He was holding out a ring to her and she was reaching out toward his hand. The caption under the Quibbler masthead read ‘Wedding Bells for our Saviours?’ She thumbed the magazine open to the article. Harry could see more pictures of Ron and Hermione in the garden, some from the same day and some from other days. There were a couple of photos of Harry and Ginny there, too. He couldn’t read the article over Hermione’s hands, but he knew what it had to say from the way her face went from sadness to anger to flaming rage. When she’d finished, she threw it across the room, grabbed her wand and a second later, the magazine exploded in a shower of confetti. A little fragment of a photo of her and Ron kissing landed on her lap and she ripped it apart.

“This fucking rag!” she yelled.

“Was it bad?” he asked and she rounded on him.

“It was a total fucking invasion of our privacy! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck” she got louder with each shout.

“He said that Ron and I have been secretly engaged for weeks and that we were going to get married in a big event when we receive our Orders of Merlin. It’s so dumb. Even if Ron and I got married, we wouldn’t do it in a big spectacle. The article made us out to be giant egomaniacs just riding your coattails. They put words in our mouth without interviewing us: not like I’d sit for an interview with the Quibbler anyway. I just don’t know how they can make stuff up wholesale.”

She flicked her wand at the confetti bits of the magazine and they flew into the bin, then she set them on fire. No smoke came from the fire and the bin didn’t catch alight, but no trace was left of the magazine after a few seconds, not even ash.

“Do you want to hire a barrister?” Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head.

“It would just give credence to it with publicity and I don’t want any more publicity, good or bad. Do you?”

“No. You’re right,” Harry said.

“I wonder if I damaged him also when I erased his memory of us?” Hermione asked, flopping heavily back on the bed. Harry understood she meant Xenophilius.

“I don’t think so; Luna would have said something.”

“I need to get out of here today, go somewhere, do something. If I knew what I needed for sure for Hogwarts, I’d go get my supplies. Or at least I would if I had money. Now I know how Ron always felt.”

Harry dug in his pocket and pulled out some Galleons.

“Why don’t you go to Flourish and Blotts and buy yourself some books, my treat.” He tried to push the money at her, but she pulled back.

“I can’t take more of your money, Harry.”

He grabbed her hand, opened it, stuck the coins in, and closed her hand over them..

“You can and you should. I have more than I need and it can help you. Get yourself something nice, treat yourself to lunch, visit George and bring me back something from WWW or some sweets.” He closed her hand.

“I—thanks,” she said.

“You probably should wash and put on some clothes though before you go or the Quibbler will have more interesting pictures.” He nodded at her bare legs and tear-streaked cheeks.

“I have knickers on under here,” she said, swatting him.

“I know, but the Quibbler would say something like ‘Temptress and Seductress.’”

She laughed and then sobered up instantly.

“I don’t understand how Luna can believe so much of the Quibbler, so much of her dad’s lies.”

“He’s her only family; her mom died in an accident when she was small and Xenophilius raised her. Seems natural that she’d look up to him.”

“I guess. I’d hate to lose her as a friend because of her father, but if she’s always going to bristle at criticism of him and the Quibbler, then I don’t know if I can be her friend.” She sighed and started digging in her pack for clothes.

“You haven’t put your clothes in the dresser?” Harry asked, nodding toward it.

“It seems too permanent.” She started to shuck off her sleep shirt, then stopped and stared at him pointedly.

“I’m going, I’m going. Have fun in Diagon Alley. Forget the letter and the magazine. Bring me some sweets.” He leaned over, kissed her forehead, then left.

Later, Harry heard Hermione leave through the Floo and went in search of Ginny, who wasn’t in her room. He finally found her feeding the chickens with Crookshanks supervising from outside the coop. He scratched Crookshanks on the back of the neck and Crookshanks butted his hand vigorously when Harry stopped. Harry laughed and kept scratching Crookshanks until the cat got up and stalked off, tail up.

“Aw, that was cute,” Ginny said as she put the feed bucket away and carefully cleaned up the spilled feed to keep away rats and gnomes.

“He’s a good moggie,” Harry said, watching Crookshanks disappear into the weeds of the garden.

“Yeah,” Ginny said, taking Harry’s hand. They headed toward the kitchen door.

“Did you talk to Hermione before she left?”

Ginny shook her head.

“I saw her and she looked upset, but she’d flooed away before I could talk to her.”

Harry thought for just a moment, then told Ginny about the letter and the issue of the Quibbler.

“So it had photos of us also?” she asked.

“It did, but I couldn’t see them clearly. Most of the photos I could see were of us snogging or Ron and Hermione snogging.”

“Could you tell where they were taken from?” she asked. He nodded and pointed to just outside the Weasley’s property. Ginny called Crookshanks, who came trotting out of the garden. She knelt down, whispered in his ear and pointed off at the grass where the photographer must have been hidden. Crookshanks listened in a very un-catlike manner, then stalked off, low to the ground into the tall grass. A moment later there was a commotion and the unmistakable sound of someone Apparating away. Ginny laughed as Crookshanks came trotting back, tail up with a camera strap in his mouth. He followed Ginny and Harry into the kitchen. Harry dug around and found a tin of tuna and gave it all to Crookshanks on a plate. He took the camera strap and hung it on a coat peg.

They were just about to head up to Ginny’s room when a knock came at the front door. Harry was closest so he opened it. Luna was on the other side, in a short yellow floral dress. An enchanted bright orange Japanese-style parasol floated over her head. She had a necklace of daisies and her wand behind her ear. Her large silvery eyes stared around the entranceway before landing on Harry.

“Harry!” she said gleefully as she stepped forward and hugged him. The parasol folded up, shrank and slid itself into a hidden pocket on her dress When Harry stepped back, Ginny hugged Luna and kissed her on the cheek. Luna returned the kiss on Ginny’s cheek.

She came in and Harry closed the door behind her.

“It’s been a while since Bill and Fleur’s wedding,” she said apropos of nothing.

“Yeah,” Harry said.

“What brings you here?” Ginny said, leading Luna to the sitting room.

“I was hoping Hermione was here,” she said quietly.

“Is everything all right?” Harry asked, noticing Luna’s tone.

“I was hoping to see her before she saw the latest edition of the Quibbler.” Luna looked at everything but Harry and Ginny.

“It’s too late for that. She was…” Ginny looked at Harry who shrugged.

“Vexed?” Luna asked.

“She threw a right old wobbler,” Harry said. Luna blinked.

“She was extremely angry, shredded the magazine, binned it and lit it on fire,” Harry clarified.

“Oh,” Luna said and lowered her head.

She sighed slowly, a sound that Harry had never heard from her and she kept her eyes down for a long time before raising them to meet Harry’s.

“Will you tell her I was here and I’m sorry for what my father did? I told him that it wasn’t true; I know that Hermione loves Ronald, but there’s no way they’re getting engaged right now. He’s going to join the Aurors and she’s going back to Hogwarts.”

“How do you know that? Both of those?” Harry asked.

Luna tilted her head and looked at him like he was an interesting bug or a talking dog.

“Well, Neville got a letter from the Aurors and he said that you and Ronald and Hermione had also. Neville’s not going to do it but I know Ronald will…it’s just what he’d do. In the same way, I know Hermione would want to go back to Hogwarts.”

“And you,” she pointed at Harry. “I’m not sure what you’ll do, but I think you’re coming back to school with us?”

Harry nodded.

“Daddy wouldn’t listen to me. He said it was obvious that they’re getting engaged because so many people got married young after and during the last war, like Molly and Arthur. I told him that Hermione was different, but I don’t know why he was so set on it.”

“Would you like to stay for dinner and wait for Hermione?” Ginny asked. She got up and sat next to Luna and took her hand.

“No, I need to help Daddy. He’s been trying to repair the tower, but he’s not as good at it as Mum was, or I am for that matter. Please just ask Hermione to forgive him and I’ll keep trying to make him understand.” She squeezed Ginny’s hand and stood abruptly.

As she was leaving, she turned and spoke.

“Oh, and let her know she was right. It was an Erumpent horn; I can tell from the damage. Apologise for me for that, too. Just apologise for me all around, I guess.”

Harry moved to talk to her, to grab her, but she closed the door in his face and he heard her Apparate away before he could open the door again.

“I’ve never seen Luna like that before, have you?” Harry asked.

“I—yeah.” Ginny took Harry’s hand and pulled him toward her room. He started to ask a question, but she squeezed his hand in warning and pointed at her ear. Harry understood she meant that someone, probably Molly, could be listening.

When they got to Ginny’s room, she closed the door and put the Silencing Charm on it. She sat on her bed and patted the spot next to her.

“You don’t know what it was like at Hogwarts last year. Everyone was scared, frightened of what they might have done to them or what they might be forced to do to others. Neville, Luna and I took on a lot with the DA in the Room of Requirement, but we were scared too.”

She sighed.

“Even Luna was scared. I—we…” she paused.

“You slept together; it’s okay, I already knew.” He put his arm around her shoulders.

“What? How?”

“The map: when we were on the run, I’d watch your name on the map and imagine I was there holding you. If you went into the Room of Requirement, it would disappear, but I saw your name and Luna’s together in both your dorm and hers. Whatever happened there happened there and I know it didn’t have anything to do with me.”

Ginny let out a long breath.

“I was so scared you’d be angry.”

“No, I get it. Don’t tell Hermione or Ron I told you, but at one point Ron left for a time and it was just Hermione and me. We almost…well, but we didn’t…it would have been weird. So I understand the need to be held and loved and don’t begrudge you that at all.”

“Thank you, love.” She lifted her face and kissed him lightly.

“Luna was like that then. She hides it better than anyone I’ve ever known, but she was so scared and lonely and so was I. And so was Neville. But if you had the map, you knew about that, too, right?”

Harry nodded.

“Same thing. It’s in the past, we weren’t together and they gave you what you needed. I’m glad they were there for you and you for them.”

He elbowed her lightly.

“I gotta know, though, am I better than Neville?”

She reddened, then laughed when she realised he was just winding her up.

“Hmm. I don’t know. I’ll have to check again.” Her hand slid under his shirt and they lost the next hour and a half.

“I love you,” she said when she got up to shower. She paused at the door and made sure her mother wasn’t watching before creeping down the hallway on tiptoes. Harry used his wand to clean up and slid his clothes on just in time before Molly knocked on the door.

“Harry, dear, can you help me with the runner beans?” her voice called from behind the door.

“Sure, Molly, be right there.” He met her in the garden a moment later and helped her tie up beans to stakes.

“Please, dear, I want you two to be careful,” she said eventually.

“What?” Harry asked.

“Ginny wants to play professional Quidditch, so no getting her pregnant, okay?”

“I—I,” Harry stammered. “We’re being careful. I’m using the charm and she’s using the potion.” He felt like he could fry an egg on his face.

“Okay, then,” Molly said simply and changed the subject.

Later that night, long after dinner, Harry was reading a book on Quidditch strategy when Hermione’s unmistakable knock came at his door.

“Come in,” he said.

She opened the door, came in with a big bag under her arm and closed the door. She sat on the bed while Harry stayed at his desk. She dug in her bag, rummaged a moment and then tossed a couple of Mars bars at Harry, who caught them.

“I went to Flourish and Blotts, but there were too many people who wanted to talk to me and ask me questions and get my autograph, so I went to Gringotts, changed my money, and went into Muggle London. I thought you might like a Mars bar.”

Harry had already unwrapped one and bitten into it. Hermione smiled as she watched him chew. It was the first real smile he’d seen from her that day. When he could answer, he said, “thank you.”

“It’s been so long since I’ve bought books that weren’t for school. Thank you for lending me the money.”

“You don’t have to ever pay me back; it’s a gift.”

“Thank you then for the gift.” She pulled out a thick book about brain chemistry and memory and another smaller paperback fell out with it. The paperback featured a shirtless blond man in a cowboy hat on a horse, both of them improbably muscled. The title splashed across it read, 'Untamed Bronco.' Hermione blushed and stuffed it back into her bag.

“That’s for later, since Ron’s gone,” she said. Harry laughed.

She tapped the book about the brain.

“I want to see how Muggle and Wizard view the brain and memory and where they agree and disagree. We might be different, actually different physically than Muggles.”

Harry picked up the book and flipped it to a random page. He didn’t understand more than a quarter of it.

“Does this make sense to you?” he asked, pointing out a passage. She read it and nodded.

“I’ll have to look up other resources, but I can muddle through it.” She took the book back and put it in the bag.

Harry suddenly remembered. “Oh, Luna came by today. She was really upset that her father had run the story about you. She said she tried to stop him and he wouldn’t listen. She also said she was sorry she didn’t believe you about the Erumpent horn and that she knows now it had to be an Erumpent horn from the damage.”

“That makes me feel better,” Hermione said after a long pause.

“I’d never seen Luna so upset before, but Ginny said it was a lot like when they were fighting with the DA while we were on the run. She knew somehow, in her Luna-like way, that you were going back to Hogwarts and Ron wasn’t and that you wouldn’t accept an engagement right now. You know how she is; she notices stuff.”

“Yeah, she does,” Hermione said after another long pause. She wiped her eye, which was tearing up again.

“I’m going back to my room now. Thanks again, Harry; I needed the day out.” She got up to leave. He caught her arm.

“You want company?”

She shook her head, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

“I’ve got Untamed Bronco.”

He let go of her arm. She left, closing the door behind her.

The rest of July passed in a warm haze until the week of Harry’s birthday. Hermione went back to Diagon Alley and Muggle London several times to buy more books and she visited St Mungo’s to talk to the Healers there. Harry spent the time practising Quidditch with Ginny when he wasn’t helping with the housework, gardening, feeding animals and all the other work around the Burrow. The day before his birthday Parvati Patil came to visit and she spent a long time holed up in Hermione’s room. When she came down late in the afternoon, she didn’t say goodbye to Harry or Ginny and her makeup was streaked like she’d been crying.

After dinner, while washing up, Harry leaned over and whispered to Hermione, “Everything okay with Parvati?”

Hermione glanced around to make sure no one else was in the kitchen.

“She’s going back to Hogwarts with Padma and she was a bit…” Hermione paused, searching for a word.

“Scared? Freaked out? Hesitant?” Harry asked.

“A bit of each, but also worried about…um…us?” Hermione’s whisper was very small.

“Ah,” Harry said, not knowing what else to say. The Map had given up Hermione’s secrets about her and Parvati a long time ago. Hermione knew Harry knew, but they’d never really talked about it. Harry knew that Ron knew and that Hermione and Ron had come to some agreement about it, but it wasn’t his business.

“I told her I wasn’t sure and we’d just have to see. I’ll come by your room later?”

Harry nodded and they finished the washing up. He was practising duplication Charms when Hermione knocked and he told her to come in.

She closed the door behind her and silenced it.

“Look, I know you know about Parvati and me and you’ve never pressed me on it.”

“None of my business and Ron seemed to be okay with whatever you two had decided, so I stayed out of it.”

She sat on his bed and he watched her from the desk chair.

“Thank you for that,” she said after a long pause.

“The thing with Parvati is…complicated but simple, I guess.”

“You don’t have to explain; I get it. You were lonely and scared and took comfort from each other. You’re not the only ones.” Harry got up and sat next to her on the bed and put his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him.

“Yes, it was that and you’re right, others did the same.” She met his eyes. “Ginny told me about her and Luna and her and Neville, but it’s not exactly the same.”

“You don’t owe me any explanation,” Harry said.

“No, but I just want you to understand how it was. It wasn’t just about being scared and lonely. I needed someone to talk to who wasn’t you or Ron, someone…” she struggled for words again.

“Female?” Harry suggested and she shook her head then shrugged and snorted a single laugh.

“Maybe, but no…um, I don’t know how to say it without hurting your feelings.”

“Just spit it out, pretend you’re Luna.”

“I needed someone around my intellectual level, or maybe just more empathetic that I could talk to.”

Harry blinked then laughed genuinely.

“You’re not angry?” Hermione asked.

“Just a tiny bit, but I know that Parvati is much more your intellectual equal. But, why not Padma, then?” He was mostly joking.

“Because I didn’t share a dorm with her, so it would have been much harder to sneak into her bed to talk and snog.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

Hermione sighed.

“This has been so heavy for so long. I knew you knew, but I didn’t know how to talk to you about it.”

“So what’s up between you and Ron right now, just so I don’t step in it?” Harry squeezed her to him. He felt tears start to soak through his shirt and kissed the top of her head.

“We’re being open right now. Either of us can see other people, but we’ll still try to be together, maybe. I just think we’re going different ways. School loves don’t always follow you after school and sometimes it just doesn’t work. I do love Ron, but I don’t know if I want to be married to him and live that family life with two kids and the white picket fence. I want…I want more, something different, to make a difference in a bigger way.”

“I get it. I think I want the opposite now. I want smaller. I just want to go back to school and have a normal year and be with my girlfriend. I think I do want that family and the small life, but I want you to always be a part of it, to. Friends always?” Her tears increased on him and his eyes started watering, too.

“Yeah, friends always,” she snuffled then laughed again.

“I’m tired of crying. I’m going to spend some time reading and then go to bed. Are you sneaking off to Ginny’s room tonight?” She elbowed him, sat up and wiped her eyes.

“Not tonight; I think Molly wants us to cool it a bit.”

“All right, see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight.”

She left and he lay back on his bed for a long time, picturing the quiet family life with Ginny and their children. What Hermione had said about school loves made him think and he hoped Ginny wanted the same thing. He vowed to talk to her about it tomorrow. He looked at his watch and realised that it was now today and it was his birthday. He got up and crept down to Ginny’s room. He didn’t knock and when he came in she was asleep with her hair pulled up in a knot. He sat down on the chair and watched her for a few minutes, then slipped into bed next to her. She stirred sleepily and slid over. He spooned up against her and soon her breathing lulled him into sleep also.

They woke up to noises in the hallway, obviously Arthur getting ready for work.

Harry kissed the back of her neck which elicited a shiver from Ginny.

“Good morning, love,” she said and turned around in his arms to kiss him.

“Good morning,” he said and kissed her again.

“I thought we’d decided to take a bit of a break to get Mom off our backs a bit?” she asked.

“Yeah, but something Hermione said last night bothered me.”

She arched an eyebrow at him and he knew it meant to go on.

“She said she wasn’t sure she wanted the quiet family life with kids and that she wanted to do something that made a difference and I knew that I do want the quiet family life and I want it with you. I know you want to play Quidditch and maybe I do, too, but after, can you picture us with kids, happy, doing good but not vitally important jobs?”

“Yeah, not seven kids of course, but two or three. Are you proposing, Harry?” She gave him a light kiss.

“Not officially, but I did want to make sure we were on the same page. I wanted to make sure this was…I don’t know, serious? For you too.”

“Very serious,” she said and slid her hand behind his neck to pull him in tighter.

“I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time and now that I’ve got you, I’m not going to let you go. I do want to marry you, not now, but when we’re done with school. I do want children, your children, but not for a while either.”

“Good,” he said, his voice muffled because she had his head tightly pulled into her chest.

“I should get ready for the day,” he said and started to pull back.

“Oh, no. Now that you’re here, you might as well get part of your birthday present, but you’ll have to be quiet, okay?” She slipped her hands into his pyjama bottoms and slid them off, then disappeared under the blanket. Harry had a hard time staying silent and eventually she had to stuff her knickers in his mouth to keep him quiet.

[htomardived]

I've been to Mammoth caves in Kentucky several times, it is a wonderful visit and a great way to take a cave hike or cave tour. But no one could argue that the huge modifications, lighting and human foot traffic hasn't been devastating for the geology and ecology of the caves. I would not advocate for other caves to be treated like the Mammoth Caves; even though I love experiencing the mammoth caves, I understand something has been lost in the process of making it accessible to me.

I love Celtic folklore. All the stories of sidhe and pookha and sluagh and Balor and Crom Cruach. But there is a whole way of life, a whole fragment of culture that has been kindof damaged by the immense foot traffic of all the humans casually enjoying it and retelling it with their own little twists and what not. It is difficult for scholars, moreso for people trying to reclaim their own heritage, to distinguish between legitimate ethnography and oral tradition and things made up by a tarot reader in Newark. I would not advocate for another culture's folklore to be treated in the way that we have collectively treated Celtic folklore.

For that reason when I get the impression that people to whom that folklore is part of their heritage are asking me to keep my hands off of it, while I do not accept that as a requirement, I do consider it the polite thing to do.

My two main issues with the wendigo debate are

1. A lot of the arguments run on the weird assumption that everyone believes the wendigo exists. I’ll say posts that say to censor Wendigo because it’s a spirit that will haunt you if you say it to which I say I don’t believe the Wendigo actually exists. I am not scared of a Wendigo rolling up to my front door

2. The argument of censorship for the sake of a religious/cultural belief you don’t believe in can easily be applied to Christianity in that it’s a rule in The Bible for the Lords name to not be taken in vain or else bad things happen. What’s stopping me from telling people to censor Oh My God because it’s disrespectful to my religion?

Well that wouldn’t work because a good chunk of Tumblr hates Christianity but then it sure is a hypocritical argument. The entire thing falls flat to me because it feels like forcing a belief onto other people

Anyways happy holidays 🎉

Ah, but you see anon, Christianity and Christian Iconography are fair game because there has been a decent amount of people invoking the Bible to do abominable things throughout history!

I didn't make the rules, the internet did!

Like I've said before, though, if it was just the matter of 'hey, if you're going to use this, be respectful with it and treat it with some matter of piety', there wouldn't be a problem.

Unfortunately, that is not where the debate has been taken to over the past few years.

[vee-fanzine]

Vee Fanzine Contributor Spotlight - Pookha!

Meet @pookha, contributing a wonderful sports fic for the zine!

Vee is offered a tryout with the boys’ baseball team and she has to decide whether to play with them or seek a second State Championship with the girls’ softball team. She has to decide whether or not she deserves her accolades or is just a cheater.

Contributions for the fanzine are open until August 1! Check our pinned post for more info.

[tonicaballos]

2009:

Myia is sent with Mo and Pers to live with Ann and Kraz in Durban.

"Mo, why are ya leavin' me with a witch?"

Kraz keeps jars of slugs everywhere in her house, using them as ornaments or putting them in bookshelves.

Kraz: My cousin collected them.

Myia: But you're keepin' them prisoner.

Kraz: No, she'd give them to me after her mother tried to kill them.

Myia, at this point, would try flirt with Kraz (because anything and anyone he can try skrew goes for him) not get the message she's not interested, then get hit with a staff for his advances.

Myia: Why didn't ya tell me?

Ann: I thought you'd catch on that she lives alone for a reason.

[hpft-wirelesswizardingnetwork]

Quality Kneazle Time by pookha

Narrated by: MadiMalfoy

Advisories: none

Summary: Ron comes home from work and Hermione's not there. He spends some quality time with Crookshanks.

[acetypeface]

So. You see. I have an embarrassing amount of WIPs, so I'm just going to list all of my random X-Men and DC one-shots I have planned, lmao.

Malware

Come in from the Rain

The Haunting of Kitty Pryde

A Closet Made of Ice

All Roads Lead Home

Robots Don't Eat

Old Wounds

The Language of Evil

His Dim Reflection

When the Rope Frays

I don't have nearly as many writer mutuals as what I've listed, but I'll try to think of a handful! (I'm sorry if any of you aren't writers and I'm getting my moots confused, lmao) @childlikegoblinqueen @slightecho @biteorflight @willowsz-plantsz @qwahaxahn @madelynevere @thevillagequeer @zyrafowe-sny @pookha and anyone else who wants to join in!

WIP tag game!!

Was tagged by @psylunari

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I currently just have fully oc wips I apologize.

I unfortunately can only tag for my active wips, I apologize.

None of these names are finished I apologize

- Bullets and blood

- unnamed soul eater au

- Also unnamed winx club au.

Less active:

- role reversal (finished but I am keeping in the vault)

- Like Father's like Daugthers (in the planning stage with the first bit written)

- Claw Machine (started and put down)

Tags (sorry if these are uncomfortable):

@asketchysomebody

@wooftphr

@burning-impss

I hope I did not forget anything but also, if you want to do this and I didn't Tag you sorry

[ravenclaw-fanfictalk]

Fic Recommendations: Winter and Holiday Themed

‘Tis the season of snow and Christmas carols, and nothing will keep you happier and jollier than fanfiction! We highly recommend the following fics that incorporate a winter/holiday theme: 

1. Waltz by WriteYourHeartOut

Her life is a waltz. One, two, three.

2. Reverie by pookha (@pookha)

Sometimes scent or a flash of colour is all it takes to trigger a memory.  Luna spends Christmas Eve tempted by a gift.  

3. Time Well Spent (Mature) by pookha (@pookha)

Harry suffers a terrible breakup with Ginny and starts to spend more time with Luna. A 'Seventh Year' story.

4. Zephira Helps Decorate by pookha (@pookha)

Luna and Rolf receive help in decorating their Christmas tree from their Kneazle, Zephira.

5. Tell Me Who You Are by WindingArrow

It's the most wonderful time of the year. Why not share it with the ones you love? Share your hopes. Share your dreams. Share the secret that you are a wand-wielding witch. These are the struggles Dominique Weasley is dealing with this holiday season. She hopes her boyfriend will understand and accept her, but what he doesn't know is this isn't the first time they've done this.

6. In Confidence by MuggleMaybe

 Christmas is all well and good, but this year Rose and Albus have more pressing matters to deal with.

7. The Holiday Spirit by Beeezie (@beeezie)

Meeting Scorpius's parents does not go at all like Rose expected it to.

8. Magical Christmas by Margaret

Muggleborn, Angie Lewis spends her first Christmas at Hogwarts.

[legend-collection]

Boogeyman

The Bogeyman ( also spelled boogeyman, bogyman, bogieman, boogie monster, boogieman, or boogie woogie) is a type of mythic creature used by adults to frighten children into good behaviour. Bogeymen have no specific appearance and conceptions vary drastically by household and culture, but they are most commonly depicted as masculine or androgynous monsters that punish children for misbehaviour. The Bogeyman or conceptually similar monsters can be found in many cultures around the world. Bogeymen may target a specific act or general misbehaviour, depending on what purpose needs serving, often based on a warning from the child's authority figure. The term is sometimes used as a non-specific personification or metonym for terror, and in some cases, the Devil.

The word bogey originated in the mid-19th century, originally as a quasi-proper name for the devil. It may derive from the Middle English bogge or bugge, meaning a terror or scarecrow. It relates to bugbear, from bug, meaning goblin or scarecrow, and bear, an imaginary demon in the form of a bear that ate small children. It was also used to mean a general object of dread. The word bugaboo, with a similar pair of meanings, may have arisen as an alteration of bugbear.

The word is known in Indo-European languages as puck (English), bogle (Scots), púca, pooka or pookha (Irish) mumus (Hungarian), pwca, bwga or bwgan (Welsh), bucca (Cornish), buse or busemann (Norwegian), puki (Old Norse), bøhmand or bussemand (Danish), bûzeman (Western Frisian), boeman (Dutch), Butzemann (German), bòcan, bogu (Slavonic), buka or Babay/Babayka (Russian, бука), bauk (Serbian), bubulis (Latvian), baubas (Lithuanian), bobo (Polish), bubák (Czech), bubák (Slovak), bebok (Silesian), papão (Portuguese), babulas (Greek: μπαμπούλας), bua (Georgian, ბუა), babau (Italian), Бабай (Ukrainian), baubau (Romanian), and papu (Catalan).

While the description of the Bogeyman differs on a cultural level, there are often some shared similarities to the creatures. Many of the Bogeymen are depicted as having claws, talons, and sharp teeth. Along with that, the majority of Bogeymen are of the spirit variety, while the minority are demons, witches, and other legendary creatures. Some are even described to have certain animal features such as horns, hooves, and bug like appearances.

When looking at the personality traits of the Bogeymen, they are most easily divided into three categories; the kind that punishes misbehaved children, the kind that are more prone to violence, and the kind that protect the innocent. They all relate in the same way, being that they all exist to teach young children lessons. The large majority of Bogeymen are there to just frighten children with punishments, and not actually inflict much damage. The more vicious Bogeyman is said to steal the children at night, and even eat them. The last category is the Bogeyman who protects people and only punishes those guilty, regardless of age.

Because of the myth’s worldwide prevalence, it is difficult to find the original source of the legends. The first reference to the Bogeyman would be considered the hobgoblins described in England, in the 16th century. Many believed that they were made to torment humans, and while some only played simple pranks, others were more foul in nature.