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adenei · 2 days ago

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See Right Through Me

My June @theswiftyhallows entry for Lover!

Song Assignment: The Archer 🏹 (woo a track 5!)

Romione Missing Moment right after the battle. Mildly Angsty with a happy ending!

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Combat. She’s always been ready for combat.

Hermione closes her eyes as she leans against the heavy oak door, shouldering her weight until her legs collapse and she falls to the floor. The wool from her sweater catches on its uneven surface as she slides to the ground, crumpling into a heavy ball. Try as she might, her body decides it is done. She can’t go any further.

What’s a few more steps, really, in the long run? She lets her head loll back, wishing she could Apparate to the bed waiting for her on the other side of the door. Despite her level of exhaustion, she knows it wouldn’t be possible. Splinching aside, this is still Hogwarts. Even in the aftermath of a battle, no one can Apparate within the grounds of the castle.

Letting out a resigned sigh, she considers the pros and cons of staying in her current position. Sprawling out on the stone floor and falling asleep wouldn’t take much effort. She could use the beaded bag as a pillow. Surely, she’ll be fine to rest here for a little while. It might not provide any level of added comfort, but she’s used to that. If she squeezes her eyes shut hard enough, she might even convince herself she’s back on the floor of Grimmauld Place, where she slept all those months ago.

The corners of her mouth upturn slightly at the memory. It reminds her of Ron and the way he insisted on setting up pillows so that she wouldn’t be uncomfortable. How attentive he’d been back when they were on the verge of something. But that was before it all dissolved into a hopeless spiral, leaving Hermione to fight for things she isn’t so sure she believes in anymore.

Fighting. Always fighting. Merlin, she is so tired of fighting. She swears she doesn’t want that, and yet, it seems as though that’s all she’s done for the last seven years. So, what if she does?

A tear slips onto her cheek. But the war is over now. They won, didn’t they? Wasn’t it all worth it?

That’s not the only thing you’ve been fighting for and you know it.

A wrenching tug pulls at her heart. A sob escapes her lips. Finally, she allows herself to shake off the facade she’s cloaked herself under for so long. She has to be honest with herself. It’s not the war she’s mourning; it’s Ron.

The war had always been a means to an end for them, hadn’t it? In a way, Voldemort had brought them together, tethered by their loyalty to Harry, their determination to overcome evil and fight for justice.

Now that the most evil wizard that ever lived is gone, where does that leave them? Though she desperately wants to know, she can’t bring herself to ask. Perhaps that’s why she wearily climbed the stairs to her former dormitory in Gryffindor Tower instead of joining Ron and Harry on the boys’ side. She has a hundred things she wants to say, but it isn’t the right time. It never is the right time.

Maybe it’s better this way. It’ll save her the heartbreak if she rides off alone and protects her heart from certain rejection. Especially since destiny only seems to work against her.

Besides, all they do is fight when they’re together. Does she really want to spend more of her days fighting?

Hermione’s so sick of this cat and mouse game. She’s been the archer; she’s been the prey. Back and forth she and Ron have gone, getting under each other’s skin, constantly bickering with and nagging at each other. She shouldn’t feel the way she does for him. And yet she wants nothing more than to hold onto him. She’s not ready to let him go. She probably never will be.

The realization slices through her, forcing her to see right through walls she’s built. After everything she’s done to protect herself from him, it’s painful to acknowledge the cracks in their foundation. Cracks that turned into crater-sized holes. Holes she doesn’t think she can fill and make whole again.

One by one, they barrage her. He chose someone else. Left when she thought he’d stay. Shut her out while she lay broken, begging for him to let her in. She has every reason to walk away.

It would be so easy to hang on to all the ways he’s wronged her, but then her heart pipes up with all the hopeful ‘buts.’

But he came around. He dumped her and started spending more time with you again. Against all the odds, he found his way back on the hunt. He saved you when you were better off left for dead, then refused to leave your side.

His actions prove over and over, making it clear—he was trying to fix things. He’s always trying to right his wrongs.

So maybe that’s what led her to do the unthinkable. Her fingertips drift to her lips, any remnants of the kiss they’d shared hours earlier now long gone. Sure, he reciprocated, but it still feels as though it was too little, too late. If she’s honest, it’s felt like that for a while now—ever since Lavender. Yet still, she fights back, never completely giving up.

Now, though, she’s a hypocrite. A coward. Hiding from her actions instead of facing reality head on.

Little does she know that reality chooses to seek her out instead. She’s none the wiser when a strong hand slides through hers, helping her to her feet. If she were thinking straight, she would have questioned the sudden presence. But she doesn’t have to. She knows that hand, and the body it’s attached to.

Though she’s dead-weight, she lets him pull her up, leaning against his frame as he wraps his arms around her. “How?” she rasps. The dryness of her throat makes it painful to speak.

“The spell only affects seventeens and under.”

Hermione glances up and meets Ron’s gaze, her eyes crinkling with further questions. How would he know that? Isn’t she the one who’s read Hogwarts, A History, more times than she could count? Surely, that small detail might have been included.

His upper lip curls as he chuckles. He knows her better than anyone; she’s certain all of her unasked questions still manage to infiltrate his mind.

“Neville told me. He overheard the ghosts talking about it a while back when he and Gin were trying to come up with a better way to check on classmates every night. Apparently the founders only enchanted the staircase to keep out boys seventeen and under. They, er, forgot that some seventh years technically attend after their eighteenth birthday.”

“Oh.” It all makes sense; even through her sleep-deprived state, the logic checks out.

That’s not what astounds her the most, though. It’s the way Ron proves once again how much he focuses on the little things that others wouldn’t think twice about. His attention to detail is one of the many things she loves about him. Awe and pride swell in her chest for him. She opens her mouth, intending to tell him so, but is stopped when he tilts his head down.

It is, perhaps, the most unexpected thing of the evening, when his lips meet hers. This time, there is no frantic rush of lips and teeth clashing together. There’s no desperation to experience what it’s like to kiss the other in case they don’t make it through—because they have.

Now, he kisses her with unhurried ease. It’s somehow soft and wistful while pouring everything she’s ever longed to feel into a short sequence of kisses. Her heart threatens to burst out of her chest as she matches his rhythm. Hands slide up his chest, tentatively finding a home at the base of his neck, wondering whether she can tangle her fingers in the overgrown curls.

His palms grip her waist, pulling her closer. One word echoes over and over in her head. With every catch and release, the word pounds against her skull. Mine. Mine. Mine.

She juts her chin forward for more just as Ron pulls a millimeter away. Their noses touch as he breathes, “Yours.”

Sucking in a breath, Hermione winces. Did she utter that out loud? But then he laughs and her eyes snap up to meet his. They both might be delirious, but she can’t help but feel as though he sees right through her, and he acknowledges her biggest fear. She hears it loud and clear in her head. He’s going to stay.

And suddenly, she’ll take a whole lifetime of fighting if it means she’ll do it with him.

Combat. I’m ready for combat…

#romione #the swifty hallows #lover #swiftie inspired fanfic #hermione granger #ron weasley

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adenei · 7 days ago

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Thanks to the mods for all their work with this! This is such a wonderful fest!

🏆✨ The Swifty Hallows – May 2025 Wrap-Up & Hallows Choice Winners! ✨🏆

Our first magical month has come to a close, and it’s time to celebrate our incredible writers! 🎉 Thank you to everyone who participated in Speak Now. Your creativity and storytelling have truly brought Taylor Swift’s music and the Harry Potter universe to life! 🪄🎶

📖 Monthly Roundup: 🔹 This month, we had 10 amazing fics written for Speak Now! 🔹 You can find them all here on Ao3. 🔹 Don’t forget to leave kudos, comments, and love for our amazing writers!

🏆 The Hallows Choice Winners! 🏆 A huge congratulations to our Hallows Choice winners for this round! 🎶✨

🥇 Enchanted Romance – Innocent by GingerCurl

🥇 Best Dramatic Confession – In his head by Eclectic_fantasy

🥇 Most Bittersweet Ending – Oh Darlin', Don't You Ever Grow Up by adenei

🥇 Most Spellbinding Plot Twist – Foolish One by viktoriawithak

🥇 Funniest Magical Mishap – Better Than Revenge by MromiTosen

🥇 Best Use of Song Lyrics – Oh Darlin', Don't You Ever Grow Up by adenei

🥇 Best Fairy Tale Vibes – Letters and Lightning by xxDustNight88

🥇 Most Jaw-Dropping Betrayal – Looking Like A Tragedy by IzzieStellar

🥇 Best Story with an Easter Egg – When Lily Falls in Love by MidnightStargazer

🥇 The Ultimate Speak Now Vibe – Enchanted by sm_jl

👏 Shoutout to everyone who participated! Every story adds magic to this event, and we’re so grateful for each and every one of you.

🚀 Next up: June 2025 - Lover! Sign-ups for June are already open! Ready for another round of magic, music, and fanfiction? Join us here!

Let’s keep the Swifty Hallows magic going! 💖✨

#TheSwiftyHallows #HarryPotterFanfiction #TaylorSwift #FanficEvent #MagicalSwiftie

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adenei · 27 days ago

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Not so morning people

Harry and Ginny

Ron and Hermione

Remus and tonks

Molly and Arthur Weasley

James and lily

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adenei · 29 days ago

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Oh Darlin', Don't You Ever Grow Up

Finally getting around to posting my May @theswiftyhallows submission!

Song: Never Grow Up

Summary: Molly Weasley loves all her children more than anything. She soaks up every moment of their childhood, wishing things never have to change despite knowing they inevitably will. That's why she never takes the quiet moments with her youngest son for granted. A vignette of mother & son moments between Molly & Ron.

Rated: G

Your little hand's wrapped around my finger

And it's so quiet in the world tonight

28 February 1981

Molly sits in the old, worn glider, the one with patches on the upholstery that gently squeaks with every motion back and forth. The tell-tale sounds have long since become a soft lullaby she swears put the babies to sleep faster than anything she might sing.Passed down from her own mother, the chair holds a special place in her heart.

Molly’s days in the chair aren’t yet numbered, given the surprise she’d received recently, but as they always did, she and Arthur would take it in stride. She glances down at her swollen belly, smiling, before turning her attention back to the little boy in her arms.

Now, though, she desires to commit every moment of this evening to memory, just as she’s done with each of her other five sons.

Except this one feels different. She squeezes Ron a little tighter as he nuzzles into her side, safely cradled in her arms. It’s his last night as an infant. How in Merlin’s name is he already turning one?

Amidst all the fighting and uncertainty, her gentlest, kindest soul will get a little older. His future childhood flashes before her tear-filled eyes. He’ll learn to crawl faster, then toddle and walk and run. And if he’s anything like most of his older brothers, he’ll try to mount a broom before Molly thinks he’s ready. Arthur will assure her it’s okay and he’ll look out for him and she’ll eventually cave, knowing it’s a small concession in the grand scheme of things.

She wonders what types of accidental magic will make its appearances with him. How old will he be and what will trigger it? Will he try to follow in his brother’s footsteps; looking up to them, fighting with them, learning from them? Or will he forge his own path, insisting on being different.

Though it’s exhausting and stressful, dreaming up her childrens’ future is perhaps Molly’s favorite part of motherhood.

Except as she looks down at little Ron in her arms, she’s hit with an overwhelming sadness. These days of quiet snuggles are numbered. Even with the impending arrival of one more child, Molly yearns for her youngest son to stay little and innocent for as long as possible. She’s not ready for what the world has in store for him.

But she only dwells on it for a moment before shaking the thought away, refusing to let it pop the calm, beautiful bubble surrounding her tonight. No, for now she’ll hold her almost one year old, cherishing the one-on-one time she never quite gets enough of, swaying him to sleep as he breathes softly in her arms, and continue dreaming up the endless possibilities that this life has in store for him, praying that time will be kind to them both.

Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up

Don't you ever grow up

Just stay this little At fourteen, there's just so much you can't do

And you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shots

31 August 1991

Molly gives a gentle knock on the door of the attic bedroom, not bothering to wait for an answer before she pops her head in. “Ronnie, everything all right in here? Got your trunk packed?”

“Yeah, Mum,” he responds with a breathy huff. “Everything’s fine.”

He sounds a bit aggravated and she purses her lips, preparing for an onslaught of ‘leave me alone’ and ‘stop nagging’ that comes with the stage of pre-adolescence. Except it doesn’t. Not right away, at least.

“Good.” She forces a smile as she tempts fate a little more with one more reminder that might turn into two or three because she simply can’t help herself. “Well, make sure not to sleep too late tomorrow. You’ll want a full breakfast and we’ll need to leave by ten to make sure we don’t miss the train and—”

“I know, Mum. We’ve been doing this every year for as long as I can remember.” Annoyance threads Ron’s tone, just as she’d anticipated.

He’s not wrong, of course. He has made the trek to King’s Cross almost every year since he was born, but this was the first time he was getting on the train. Her baby boy, growing up. She turns her head so he can’t see the tears threatening to well in her eyes. “Right. Well, I was just checking. Don’t stay up too late. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Fine.”

“Good night, Ron. I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” He pauses for a moment, looking back to see if that will be enough to satisfy her, and though she should just shut his bedroom door and head back to the kitchen, she stalls. Blinking back the tears she refuses to cry until well after everyone’s gone to bed, she takes a deep breath and fixes her gaze back on her youngest son, waiting him out. If she stands there looking unimpressed long enough, she suspects he’ll finally relent.

Sure enough, he does. “Love you too.”

There’s an underlying hint of ‘are you happy now’ in the way he says it, and she’s almost tempted to goad him, asking him to say it like he means it. But she’s been a mum long enough to know that will never yield the requested result. So, she smiles and nods, backing out of the room and closing the door as she plans all of the ways to make his send-off to Hogwarts memorable for them both.

She’ll shower him with unwanted affection at the station, making sure to savor each and every squeeze and kiss on the forehead or cheek as he wriggles and squirms out of her grasp, thoroughly embarrassed. Even though he won’t be thrilled, he’ll know that’s what she needs. And as a thank you, she’ll do her best to make sure he gets ham instead of corned beef in his lunch—provided the twins don’t switch it on him despite several warnings already.

It will all be okay. It has to be. Even if she’s yet to come to terms with her little boy growing up.

As she busies herself in the kitchen, she lets her mind wander once more to all the hopes and dreams she has for her little boy. Let Hogwarts be good to him. Let him find friends he can call family, friends that will build him up and share his same interests, that will push him to be the best version of himself, and let his loyal, kind heart beat at the tempo it was meant to.

More than anything, she wants him to find his own path and to follow it. To realize he doesn’t need to live in his brothers’ shadows or try to outshine them. He simply needs to be his own self; that that is enough for the world.

And yet, despite wishing all this and more for her son, she still yearns to keep him little.

Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up

Don't you ever grow up

It could stay this simple

Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room

Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home

Remember the footsteps, remember the words said

31 July 1997

It’s late. The dishes are done, the kitchen clean, and almost everyone has retired to their rooms for the night. After all, it’s a big day tomorrow. The biggest, some might say, as she prepares to watch her eldest son marry his most unlikely, yet perfect match.

But that’s not what Molly Weasley can focus on. She stands at the kitchen sink, staring out into the darkness. Her eyes are fixated on the bench in the garden just beyond the chicken coop. Two figures sit close, their heads may as well be touching, but she can’t confirm as the silhouettes blend in with the surrounding night sky.

How they managed to sneak out there is beyond her understanding—she’s been doing her best to keep them all separated ever since Harry arrived. But a third person is nowhere to be found, and Molly can’t bear to interrupt the quiet moment, wistfully hoping that this private moment might finally lead to the one thing she’s both anticipated and dreaded.

Despite the looming resurgence of war and Ron’s role in it—whether she wants to accept it or not—her youngest son still managed to meet his perfect match. Molly’s known ever since he asked to invite Hermione to the Burrow the summer before his fourth year. There was something undeniable in their chemistry, and she’s long since debated it with Arthur, and yet the two have steadily gravitated toward each other over the years, they’ve yet to cross the bridge into something more.

It will happen eventually, of that she is sure. And while her heart swells at the thought, it is not without a pang of disappointment, knowing that it will soon cement the fact that she is no longer the most important woman in her little boy’s life. He’s grown up far too fast; Molly still refuses to come to terms with his decision to join Harry on the run. None of them should have to do what they believe they need to.

Yet she knows she can’t stop them. They’re fighting for a better tomorrow—the one she’s always wanted for him. If only they didn’t have to.

So for now she’ll let them have this tiny moment of peace. A meeting which she can only hope is filled with normalcy and something reminiscent of innocence. Because he’s not quite grown up yet, and perhaps he can live in that little bubble of innocence for just a moment longer.

And even though you want to

Please try to never grow up

Oh, oh

Don't you ever grow up

Just never grow up

#hp fanfic #the swifty hallows #molly weasly #ron weasley #implied romione

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adenei · 29 days ago

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This is epic.

Weasley siblings' music tastes if they lived in the Muggle world

(Obviously preferences in music develop over time with age and exposure to new/current artists. I'm going off a general 'teen to early adulthood' stage of life for them here.)

Bill (b. 1970) -- Do we even need to discuss the obvious? Metalhead. Can discuss at length all the subgenres of metal and hard rock and has Opinions. I can't and I don't, so I'll leave it there. 🤣

Charlie (b. 1972) -- Never met a power ballad he didn't like. Thrives on anthemic rock music. Appreciates a bluesy influence as well. All time favorites: Fleetwood Mac, Bon Jovi, Rolling Stones, Michael Jackson, Queen, David Bowie, George Michael, Meat Loaf.

Percy (b. 1976) -- Introspective boy, loves the melodic sounds of R.E.M. and Coldplay. Favors singer-songwriters, especially Billy Joel. Unexpectedly big fan of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds after they released The Boatman's Call.

Fred (b. 1978) -- Something about spirited female vocals just hits different. Absolutely loves the Cranberries, Alanis Morissette, Joan Jett. Kate Bush is a national treasure. When KT Tunstall emerges, instant favorite. He's also into new wave, which really died out by the time Fred had reached adolescence, but Charlie listened to a fair amount of new wave and the twins raided his collection and decided they were into it.

George (b. 1978) -- Shares his twin's affinity for new wave. But his favorites are jam bands: Big Wu, The String Cheese Incident, Blues Traveler. Some people say the Dave Matthews Band doesn't count, but whatever; he loves him some DMB too.

Ron (b. 1980) -- Our elder millennial king. What is coming of age in the 90's/ early aughts, if not post-punk, pop punk, skate punk, emo... Bad Religion, Pennywise, Green Day, Blink-182, New Found Glory, Funeral for a Friend, And None of Them Knew They Were Robots. It was never just a phase, Mum!

Ginny (b. 1981) -- The flip side of the growing-up-millennial coin. We were all dancing to teen pop no matter how much you may try to deny it. So of course she listened to the Spice Girls. Take That. New Kids on the Block. Kylie Minogue. The 90s had fantastic alt and indie acts but Ginny has an unabashed appreciation for mainstream and pop stuff. And with the influence of her brothers with decades of music appreciation among them, she loves all the powerful female greats from before. And by the way, women were killing it in R&B and hip hop: Soul II Soul, Eternal, Salt-N-Pepa, Destiny's Child. Girl power transcends genre. In her 20's, Ginny is among the first to latch on to emerging icons like Amy Winehouse and Florence Welch.

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adenei · 2 months ago

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A save for later read

HP META MASTERLISTS

Hey! Here is a big master list of all my favorite Harry Potter character analyses and Metas! I had so many saved and I didn’t know how I should organize them so I figured I put them in a post. I’ll be adding more when I find new metas and will be posting them here.

I DID NOT write these! Please do yourself a favor and check out some of the wonderful and intelligent writers of these metas as they deserve all the praise for their hard and impressive work!

If anyone of the writers for whatever reason wants me to remove their meta from this list just tell me and it will be done!

Some of these may be contradictory to each other but that is because I like to hear other interpretations. These may not line up exactly with your view of the characters (not all of them line up with mine) but please try to be respectful.

*Almost all of these are from Tumblr except one from reddit and one from a outside blog.

Enjoy!

LUPIN META:

Remus Lupin: in depth analysis

Gentleman Monster: How Remus’s Marginalization and Comparative Privilege Made Who He Is

The Marauders Map scene in POA: Verbal Fencing Between Snape and Lupin

Lupin and his use of pauses and “ers”

Neither Likes Not Dislikes Severus…

Remus And His Use of Language + Sirius’ Dark Humor

Fanon vs. Canon: Remus Lupin Edition (reddit)

Lupin as a manipulator

Lupin is a gold standard for for the male manipulator trope

Lupin and how he presents in front of others

Remus would rather categorize himself with his oppressor than validate his own experiences.

Lupin and how he views himself

Prisoner of Azkaban: When Hostility Meets Passive Aggression

Remus’ “unmistakable signs of trying to live among wizards”

Remus lupin: Repentance vs Regret

Lupin lying to himself and others

Remus did a lot of “growing up” during the lost years

“And I haven’t changed…”

Remus Lupin: ENFJ

If Lupin and Tonks had survived the battle?

Lupin and the boggart lesson

Nearly Always Right: Remus and Harry

Remus with his own special brand of comforting logic

Remus Lupin at his most dangerous

Remus Lupin is so detached from things

Fanon vs Canon: “Remus is always sweet and kindly.”

Fanon vs Canon: “Remus is always sweet and kindly.” pt. 2

Snape and Lupin parallels

Harry/Remus dynamic

Lupin isn’t the middle ground in Mrs Weasley vs Sirius argument

Remus and what his friendships represent

Power game that goes on between Lupin and Snape in POA

SIRIUS META

Shame of My Flesh: Reading into Sirius’ Thoughts on Crouch Family

The Hogwarts Express scene in Prince’s Tale: A Sirius and Snape analysis

Sirius and Molly Argument in OOTP

Someone Like A Parent: The Beginning of Bond in POA

Snape, Sirius, and revenge Arrested Development – Sirius, Snape, Obsessions and Blind Spots

Why Sirius hated Snape so much

Padfoot and Prongs: an analysis of the friendship

Sirius and Walburga: the passive-aggressive Sticking Charm

Sirius and Walburga’s similarities

Regulus and Sirius’s relationship

Sirius and Lily

Sirius and Orion Black

Sirius Black and Complex trauma

Grimmauld Place: Azkaban by a different name

The worse thing Sirius Black has ever done || The ‘Prank’

Sirius Black, Mental Health and Masculinity

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Padfoot and the Liminal Space

Sirius was not an immature man -child

Sirius is both emotionally and academically intelligent

Sirius’ sense of humor

Sirius Black the Loner

Sirius Black and Acts of Service

Part one: Sirius and the shadow of being a Black.

Part two: Sirius Black: the victim of the system he was born to rule

Sirius and Snape both want to be part of a world that they will never truly understand.

Fanon vs canon: James and Sirius are either very saintly or very evil.” pt 2

Sirius’s views on Death-Eaters: The world isn’t split into good people and Death-eaters.

James, Sirius and Snape: privilege and intelligence

Sirius and Regulus’s relationship is Kreacher

Sirius is not as explosive as he is often characterized.

JAMES META

James and Sirius had the best friendship in the story

“the marauders’ is essentially just three people wanting to be james’ best friend but only one of them actually achieving it”

Too Deep for the Healing

How does growing up with elderly parents affect James’s personality?

“the marauders’ is essentially just three people wanting to be james’ best friend but only one of them actually achieving it”

Ashes thoughts on James

Fanon vs canon: James became a reformed character for Lily’s sake

Fanon vs canon: James and Sirius are either very saintly or very evil.” pt 1

James Didn’t Suspect Remus - First War edition

James inner sense of nobility prevents him from killing

PETER META

Peter Pettigrew is emotionally intelligent and uses it in a strategic manner.

Peter is a Beautiful Scum Bag

Peter Pettigrew and the Werewolf Incident (Not as Much of a Key Event for Him)

Peter and Remus

MARAUDER META

Reading Marauders Dynamics in SWM

J/S vs F/G: different types of troublemakers

The rifts that made it possible for the Marauders to fall apart were evident even as far back as Hogwarts.

An Analysis of the Snape’s Worst Memory Pensieve scene

The marauders recklessness

The marauders individual relationships

Fallout of the “prank”

LILY META

Lily’s weakness is her fondness for being the exception

Lily and Altruism

Lily’s cold anger

Lily and her friendships

Slughorn’s favorite student

“Friendzoned”

Lily Evans is attracted to James Potter in Snape’s Worst Memory.

Interpretation of Lily’s blush

Lily and internalized misogyny

Fanon vs canon: Lily is either very saintly or very evil.”

Lily intended to break off her friendship with Severus before SWM

Harry’s relationship to the Prince as a blueprint for Lily’s friendship with Snape

Lily never hated Petunia

What’s Up with Petunia’s Resentment of Lily?

Lily is blind to the flaws of people she admires/loves unless it explodes in her face.

Lily’s feelings for Snape are more complex than fandom gives them credit for.

“Lily in nature”

SNAPE META

Snape and Class

Lily and Sev

How Dumbledore’s death speaks to Snape’s moral evolution

Feminist reading of lily/James/snape

James and Snape were rivals? Nah.

Snape was really traumatized by SWM

Snape being female coded

The extremely dysfunctional friendship of Snape and Lily

Trolly problem: Snape and Lupin

Snape: class and power

Lily Potter’s Son

Two up, two down

Snape and the Order confrontation of the Dursley’s

Severus Snape or the Importance of Body Language

Snape and the prince nickname

Snape was not upset over the lost of the order of merlin

Snape had to practice being a person

Spinner’s End (white hound)

Snape as a “bad victim”

Snape and queer coding

Dumbledoor, Snape and the werewolf incident.

Snape was his own man

a matter of perspective

Snape, Sirius, and revenge

Snape doesn’t want revenge

Snape and lily’s shared spirit

Snape’s use of language

Why does Spinners End matter?

HERMIONE META

Hermione and Ron don’t blindly trust harry

Hermione “character growth” with SPEW

Hermione wouldn’t like fiction

Harry and Hermione understand each other

Hermione can be very ruthless

Hermione and internalized misogyny

Book Hermione

Cool Hermione Things: Magic Under Pressure

Hermione IS soft

Hermione was born a leader and diplomat

Harry is in awe of Hermione

Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins: A Closer Look into Hermione’s Modification of Her Parents’ Memories

Fanon vs Canon: “Hermione is always sweet and kindly.”

HARRY META

Deconstructing Harry: The boy we meet in Philosopher’s Stone to the man in Deathly Hallows

Harry And Personal Conflict: A Meta On Evolving Dynamic With Ron and Hermione

The Resurrection Stone Scene: Culmination Of Harry’s Emotional Arc

The Dementors and Harry’s Complex grief

Harry’s intuitive, empathy related approach to morality

Harry identified with and reluctantly admired Snape even before ‘The Prince’s Tale’

Harry and Hermione in The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore

Harry and The Dursleys: Examining His Response to his Abusers

The Mirthless Laugh: Sirius and Harry

Harry and intellectual curiosity

The Potters and class

Harry-Hermione Friendship

On Harry and the adults in his life

Harry and masculinity

Harry’s quirks

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Ron and the Horcrux: An Alternate Reading

Ron isn’t a strategist, he’s the heart

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Gender Dynamics in the Trio, Part One: Gender and Subordination

WEASLEY META

“Lucky you”

Percy with F&G and Bill

Percy fell through a big crack

Is Ginny Upset That None of Her Family Noticed Her Disappearances/Serious Health Problems/Posession in her First Year? (If She is, They Still Don’t Seem to Notice)

Molly Weasley is a Misogynist

That Time Fleur Exploded at Molly and Became a Member of the Family

The Weasleys Aren’t Evil, Or Anything, But They’re Not Saints Either

Ginny, the diary, and her family’s reaction

Does gender plays a role in Harry and Ginny’s respective interactions with Voldemort?

Percy and Arthur were close without actually knowing each other’s true selves,

Ginny and writing failures

fred and george could be weirdly brutal towards ron

Percy, Fred, and George

Weasley siblings reacting to the expectations put upon them

Weasley analysis

OTHER CHARACTERS META

Bellatrix: Mental health and the feminist lens

Dumbledore as a Mentor

“all draco wanted was to be loved” debunked

Walburga Black: the madwoman in the attic

General Thoughts on the Black Family

Fanon vs canon: “The Evans family treated young Snape very warmly.”

Albus Dumbledore Has Done Great, Generous, Things for People (Though He Also Uses These People as Pawns Later)

Albus Dumbledore is not only respected and feared, but also loved

Trevor and Neville’s Boggart

Wandlore: Remus and Lily

Neville’s Boggart

The Abandoned Boy And His Problematic Fathers: Snape with Voldemort & Dumbledore

The Blacks are a family in decline

WORLD BUILDING

Hogwarts School Uniform

Why the Wizarding World Didn’t Oppose Voldemort

The Blitz Paved the Road to Voldemort

Hogwarts Houses by Muffin

How Old is the Bias Against Slytherin?

No, Really, the Hogwarts Houses Are Awful

House Elves Are Slaves

A History of Magic Brought to You By The Carnivorous Muffin

Light and Dark Magic is Stupid: Here’s Why

The Wizarding World Lacks a Key Understanding of Magic

The Wizarding World and Its Profound Ignorance of Muggles

The Slug Club is Actually Very Necessary

The Order of the Phoenix is a Useless Joke

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Harry Potter as a colonial fantasy

Death as one of HP’s themes

The “not like other girls” syndrome in the Harry Potter books.

HP series being ‘ethically mean spirited’

Marauders era and the 70s aesthetic?

JKR and chirstianity

Harry potter series and how american readers can understand classism a little better

Slytherin and Eton: A Primer on the British School System.

JKR’s absolutist way of seeing the world: gryffindor and slytherin

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The Romione Sketchdump

Would you please do the things you said you’d do to me?

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Wishful Thinking Pairing: Romione Words: 1.8K One-shot DH Era Rating: G Read on AO3 A slice of life from their life during the hunt. A slice of life from Ron and Hermione's life during the Hunt. There were little moments all through her life when Hermione fell in love with Ron a little more. This is one such moment but from Ron's pov.

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The water tap in the kitchen sink continued to drip in the background. Ron would have thought that after 3 days, he would have gotten used to it, but he hadn't. Neither had Harry or Hermione. He had noticed his best mate glare frustratedly at the tap more than once; he had even tried a couple of spells on it without any result. Hermione had been heard tutting more than once as the annoying dripping noise filled the quiet of the tent while she was trying to read. The sun would set in another hour. Ron stretched his limbs and padded barefoot towards the kitchen. Just two days ago they had managed to find a small village market and a disguised Hermione had bought them two loaves of bread, some apples and eggs. They had left the location as soon as her little shopping expedition was over. Unlike their initial days when they would have had their fill, they had eaten half portions, focusing on saving the meagre rations as long as they could. He cut three thin slices and boiled some water for a weak tea. Once done, he carried the plate and mugs to the dining table. He picked Harry's mug and share of bread and went outside where the bloke was keeping watch. Ron would take the shift after sundown. When he returned, Hermione was sitting in the lone, tattered armchair, The Tales of Beetle the Bard, lay on her lap. The book, though shut, had her finger between the pages. He quietly wondered what else she was hoping to find in it but avoided voicing it out. He knew the book had become a comfort read for her.

When he carefully pried the book away from her hands, she looked at him but did not comment. Placing a torn piece of parchment as a makeshift bookmark, he closed the book shut and placed it on the table first before he handed her the cup and the slightly thicker slice of bread.

Their fingers grazed and he ran the pad of his thumb tenderly over her knuckles before pulling his hand away. Grabbing his own lukewarm mug, he signalled silently at her tea.

"Drink up,"

She took a small sip, bit on the bread and Ron vaguely remembered the time when they all sat in the Great Hall, savouring the feasts. Their food supplies were always low and as he watched her, he noticed that the familiar old jumper now hung rather loose over her even thinner-than-before frame. Her skin had lost the soft, supple appearance weeks ago; the lack of sun had not helped either. When she was done with the bread, he tore off half of his piece and handed it to her. Her chin angled up and those pretty eyes met his, tired and exhausted as they were, they still took his breath away.

"You've been eating too little," he told her, pulling away her left hand from the cup, prying the fingers open, placing the piece of bread and folding her fingers back again. His touch lingered just a little longer than necessary on her hands. "And you?" "Don't you think I've eaten enough the last six years?" he chuckled softly. "My body has reserves."

"Doesn't work that way," she told him, a tired smile glinting in her eyes. Still not eating, he noticed. He paused for a moment, trying his best to find suitable words for what he wanted to say. "Eat up," he managed to start with. But the thought had been bothering him for a while now. "My body doesn't go through what yours does every month," he finished. Hermione looked away. He noticed a faint blush creeping up her cheek. He probably shouldn't have said anything, he reckoned, but he was worried. They were travelling all over the country, choosing the most inhuman locations they could - it couldn't be easy for her. He didn't know what he could do to help. They never discussed this or considered her comfort - but surely, she would be having a harder time than both him and Harry. He wanted her to tell him - he would try to make it a little better if he knew what to do. "I haven't," she said softly after a while. "Haven't -?" he asked, feeling very dumb. "I-" she paused, bit her lip as if searching for the right words, and after looking at everything else but him, managed to meet his eyes. "I haven't - had my periods in months," she managed, speaking slowly.

"Oh... Is, is that normal?" "No..." She was his best friend, the girl he loved and cared for the most in his life. He placed his cup down and ran his fingers through his hair trying his best to remember what his mum had told them. He couldn't recollect anything that could help in this situation. Did this mean Hermione was hurting? Did she need to see a Healer? Or perhaps needed some medicinal portions?

"What should we do? What do you need?"

She let out a small sad chuckle but when their eyes met, he could see a strange softness and perhaps some sadness in them. "My body is probably utilising whatever little sustenance it gets to survive," she explained. "I think it realises I'm not in a state to make babies right now so no point -" she paused and took a sharp breath and looked away, blushing. Ron's brain was malfunctioning with so much candid information, but the more important bits were shining through. "I knew this was harder on you, Hermione, didn't realise it was so bad that it was impacting your body's primary functions."

He felt so guilty that he couldn't meet her eyes. Yes, she was the brains of the trio. Yes, they wouldn't survive a day without her. Yes, he was glad she was in front of him at all times now that everything in their world had come crashing down. But he should have done better, should have paid more attention in class, and studied harder. He would have had some options of sending her away to safety and be on the hunt with Harry alone. He felt her eyes on him and when he looked up, he found she had placed her cup and bread on the table. She left her chair to take her place next to him on the couch, scooting closer. He wanted to wrap his arm around her but resisted. Ever since his return he had ensured he gave her the time and space she needed to take him back - no matter how much he craved to hold her close. He placed his mug on the table too. Sometimes, most of the times rather, he found it hard to find the right words to express all that was going on in his head.

She rested her head against his shoulder and placed her hands in his, Ron scooted just a smidge to ensure she was comfortable and felt her body rest completely against him. "When all this is done, let's travel somewhere near the beach," she said softly, looking at the blank canvas ahead. "Mmm hmm," he agreed, "Somewhere warmer?"

"Yes,"

"What else?"

"A small cottage by the beach."

"We can have breakfast on the beach, watching the waves," he agreed. "And feel the warm sand under our feet," she added.

"At night, we can light a small fire and watch the sea and the stars. Will you like that?" He traced soft circles over her knuckles and wrapped his left arm around her, pulling her closer into his warmth. "Sounds nice," she replied, her words dreamy and happy. "How long would you like to stay there?" he asked. "Dunno, a month maybe? We'd have to return back eventually."

"Do we? We could buy the place eventually. You could turn one room into a library."

She chuckled. "We could, but I don't have enough books for a library."

"That's not a problem; we can order books by the crate till you feel you have enough."

"That we can," she sounded happy. "What if you get tired staying put?" she asked. "We could travel somewhere else," he mused. "We'll have to travel to Australia anyway to bring your parents back." She halted for a minute, and he felt her release a sigh. "You'll come along, won't you?" she asked quietly.

"What made you think I'll let you go alone?"

She moved, resting her head against his neck. "They must be safe, right, Ron?"

He ensured to thread his fingers through hers before he spoke. "I am sure they are." The leaky tap continued to drip in the background in the otherwise silent space. The lights dimmed as the sun settled down below the horizon and Ron's hand had found its way into her curls, cradling her head against himself as her breathing eased. It was only when he heard Harry's movement outside, he gently tapped her on her arms.

"Hermione?" She stirred after a while and nuzzled deeper before pulling herself away. "I guess I dozed off," she mumbled, words still laced with sleep. "Wanna lie down for a little bit?" he asked, pulling his right hand off to grab his wand and Accioed his blanket, catching it deftly as it flew towards him in a crumpled bunch. "No," she replied. "I'll sit with you outside for a bit." "It's cold outside and we can't light a fire," he urged, wrapping the blanket around her. She looked into his eyes and he knew there was nothing he could say that would deter her. She warmed their mugs and handed him the cup. "Drink your tea. Why are you barefoot?" she admonished softly. Harry padded in sometime later. He felt Hermione squeeze his hand for a moment before she scooted away and grabbed the now empty mugs. The breads would be stored back for later use. He pulled himself off the couch and on his way towards his bunk, patted his best mate on the back.Grabbing his shoes and socks from under his bunk, Ron proceeded to put them on and grabbed his jacket from the bed. Hermione took Harry's cup and moved away to place the cups back on the shelf. The bloke didn't comment but smirked a little as he noticed the two of them. Ron knew Harry would have noticed the closeness between them. There were no grand gestures but simple domestic intimacy which he reckoned he cherished a lot. Hermione returned from the kitchen and wrapped herself snugly with Ron's blanket and grabbed her book, walking purposely towards the tent flap. Ron smiled at his best mate and followed after her. The leaky tap continued to drip behind them but it did not bother him as much. For a while even the musty old tent felt like home.

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