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inhale-fandoms-exhale-asdfghjkl · 4 years

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Highlights of the 10umentary for me:

Brian’s special boy song

Everyone hugging. Most precious thing in the world! (I also wish I could hug everyone in Starkid)

Brian’s commentary about hugging. Actually Brian’s commentary in general is amazing.

Joey, Darren and Dylan hugging “combine your bodies to become one”

Nick trying to pretend like he’s not stressed is me always.

Brian talking to the guy in the next car who thinks he’s talking about Star Wars. “People in LA are so nice”

“Here’s Diane. Diiiiannne. She doesn’t care” a queen.

“Well I’m not finding a DAMN thing at forever 21” 😂

“Yeeah baby” - Nick is so precious I cannot.

Nick and Jon dancing at 9:42-9:45

Darren is such a sweetheart

Classic Darren missing his line 😂

“I haven’t seen a lot of people in a long time” Same Joe. Same.

Omg Britney on FaceTime 🥰

Bonnie gushing about seeing everyone again. Ahhh 🥰

Everyone jamming to “make the most of it”

Omg Carlos I forgot about he was here for this. How dare I? Ahhh 🥰

Carlos: “I decided to come incognito. You know I didn’t want anyone to recognise me on the street so um you know I tried not to advertise myself or what I do”

Also Carlos: drinks from a The Flash water bottle as he says this.

The chaoticness of Carlos and Britney trying to sing together on time on FaceTime

“Is this unusual for Starkid” “no this is how we do all our shows”. At least they’re aware on how chaotic they are.

Darren is literally seems like one of the most confident people ever so hearing him talk about how he’s intimidated by AJ and Clark is crazy to me but I love it. Again, he’s such a sweetheart.

DARREN AND DYLAN HAVE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR 20 YEARS? HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS? I live for this friendship.

Jaime crushing them vocals 😍 not that she ever doesn’t bc she’s a literal queen!

“That’s what happens when you lock a bunch of people in a rehearsal room and sing about bugs and... Batman”

Everyone gushing about Jim Povolo. As they should.

Just a random side point but Brian’s editing skills really don’t get enough credit. All of his bts videos have done consist of him picking one thing to just continuously play throughout the whole video which is probably just from his love of repeating any bit for as long as possible until he exhausts it. Like Nick going “I don’t have time for that”. My favourite instance of this is the AVSR bts with joe saying “it’s a funny scene” and the sunglasses over Corey. Anyway, excuse my rambling. I love Brian, okay.

Nick’s dancing montage is cinematic perfection. 24:30-25:20

Richard, lily and Jim forgetting to come in for going back to Hogwarts 😂

“We just have to make sure we know what we’re doing”. Has Starkid ever known what the hell they’re doing?

Tyler fucking up his line 😂🥰

“They’re doing Voldemort is going down? Nobody likes that song” 😂

“Did you guys hear it’s the 10 year reunion” “yeah Liam”

Joe having no fucking clue what his lines are and people just assuming he’s doing a bit is just classic Joe Walker.

“This feels like an awful fever dream. A nightmare” - Also known as the year 2020.

“For those that know me, I think I and other people make fun of me for being verbose but I’m very particular... especially when dealing with Starkid. I want it to be concise and genuine.... I haven’t been in a Starkid show in a long time so it’s nice to be able to be back” I stan a man whose aware of how extra he can be. Also have I mentioned he’s a sweetheart?

“Darren’s speech was too verbose. It has been cut down for time” Brian cutting like half the speech is so savage and I love it.

Everyone jamming out to tgwdlm is a mood

“Honestly, the Brant Chant is one of the most humiliating things that will and continues to happen in my life and the fact I already had to experience it once in this run is uh-” “I MISSED THE BRANT CHANT!?!” “It already happened” “FUCK”

“It’s consistently traumatising and a highlight for everyone else except me” poor Brant! 😂

“I think everyone just loves Brant and it happens naturally”. Same.

I saw Joe Walker Interlude come up on the screen and my first thought was “I don’t know what’s about to happen but I just know it’s gonna be great”

“Horrified audience members”

Darren recording and high-fiving everyone 🥰

“I remember very distinct first impressions of people and it’s mainly by what they eat” y’know, I might start doing this.

“Joey Richter showed up with a subway pizza and I was like you don’t do that”

Lauren Lopez pulled out over her purse just a sweet potato that was pre-cooked with no toppings. Just a shriveled pre-cooked potato” - she honestly sounds so traumatised from this 😂

Nick’s bee sting story 😂

Everyone else: admiring the fan art. Brian: “What the fuck?Where’s Superman/Junior/Flopsy?”

“YOU CANT PUT LUPIN IN IT!?” I’m sorry Brian, we all know that you’re characters are iconic.

“WHAT THE FUCK!? Oh I wasn’t in this one”

I don’t know why I laughed so hard at Darren in the background of Joey talking about his drink but it’s hilarious.

Joe having a five minute warm up song that no one else is allowed to participate in is just peak Joe.

“I cried last night but I won’t do it again” - aww I love you Nick 🥰

Meredith really is just a ball of sunshine isn’t she? I love her. I feel like I don’t talk about her enough.

“It’s been ten years and we finally learnt how to put on a show”

“What’s weird about how it’s been is how not weird it’s been. If that makes any sense” no it doesn’t Nick but we love you anyway.

This video is really just an AJ and Clark appreciation video and I am here for it.

The SKH version of to have a home is my fav version of it so I’m crying a little.

BONNNIIEEE!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

“Who knows, if America survives and the world is still habitable in the year 2029, maybe we’ll see you for the 20th” this made me laugh and cry

Liam’s got a phone call is such a bop honestly.

Also I love all the new starkids having no fucking clue about this song but just vibing with it anyway.

I literally love Starkid with my entire heart and I am so thankful for them releasing this bts finally because I needed it big time.

#starkid #starkid homecoming #10umentary #sk10 #avpm #avps #avpsy #mamd #starship #twisted #ani #trail to oregon #tgwdlm #black friday #firebringer #hmb

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runningtwiceasfast · 3 years

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I wrote a thing for the Harry and Ginny discord Incognito elf story exchange. I haven’t decided if I am going to publish it anywhere but thought I would post it here in the meantime. Thank you so much to @thedistantdusk for organizing. Hopefully someone enjoys!

All the Difference

“If you are going to lay around here all day then you can at least make yourself useful.”

Harry looked up sharply, having been jarred rather unceremoniously from where he had been staring at the door to the shop, as if he could will his girlfriend into existence.

He gave a scowl at George, tapping his fingers idly on the counter. “Why did she have to call an emergency quidditch practice anyway right during the first Hogsmeade visit of the term?” He mumbled mostly to himself. He hadn’t seen his girlfriend in months and the one time they finally were both free something inevitably had come up.

Ginny was a prolific and entertaining correspondent and she had been able to sneak into various fires for rendezvous with her boyfriend but he longed to see her in the flesh. Some alone time wouldn’t hurt either.

Harry stared moodily once again at the door.

George came to stand by him and they both stared silently in their vigil. Eventually George grew tired of Harry’s nonsense and gave him a hearty whack on the shoulder.

“Alright no more of this sad mooning. You are the boy who lived! The man who defeated Voldemort! Witch Weekly’s most charming smile or whatever,” George gave him a sidelong glance. “Although how they even managed to catch you smiling is beyond me. Tell me, do you think those smiles will run out and you’ve been saving them all for darling Gin-gin?”

Harry gave George what he hoped was a menacing look. “Fine, if you don’t want me mooning about your store then I will just leave. I’m sure Ron and Hermione won’t mind me showing up to their date,” Harry said sarcastically remembering Ron’s warning to stay far away from him and Hermione for the next hour. While he was happy for his mates it was slightly annoying to be third wheel to their fights and subsequent makeups which now included way more tongue than they used to.

“I thought having you around might draw in more customers. You know like…’come shop where the boy who lived shops, come buy puking pastilles where Harry Potter does’ but honestly mate, you are now scaring off the customers.”

Glancing around, Harry did notice that the shop was rather empty for a Hogsmeade weekend. Feeling even worse than before, Harry hopped off the stool and shrugged on his robes. “I’ll get out of your way,” he mumbled, resigning himself to heading back to his flat alone and maybe doing some paperwork.

“Not so fast Chosen One!” George called and Harry looked back around to where George was waving a finger at him. “Come back here.”

Not having anything else to do, Harry approached George cautiously, having seen too many first years turn into canaries to feel altogether secure in whatever shenanigans George had planned.

George produced a small vial from his pocket. The contents were a glittery pink and Harry frowned. “What is that? Something that will turn me into a turkey?”

Barking out a laugh George shook his head before turning thoughtful. “No, but now that you mention it that might be a good idea. We can call it, “Turkey Tonic.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “What do you want? Have you found something that will summon Ginny here from quidditch practice?” Harry whined.

“No loverboy but I do have the next best thing. It is a new thing I invented based on the Patented Daydream Charm.” George shook the vial and then produced it again with a flourish. “Harry Potter, meet the Patented ‘What If’ Charm.”

Harry took the small capsule and looked at it critically, eyebrows furrowed. “What if charm?”

“It lets you go back to a time in your life where you made a different decision, took a different path. It lets you see what life would be like if one thing was different.” George made a motion like a butterfly flapping its wings. “You know, like the butterfly effect or whatever.”

“So like, what if my parents didn’t die? What if Voldemort picked Neville as the chosen one?” Harry asked wryly. George scoffed.

“As if Neville would have been the chosen one. No nothing that big. But…what if Fred and I hadn’t left school the way we did? What if I wore a red shirt today instead of this spiffing purple one.”

Harry looked again at the small vial in his hand. “Ok what do you want me to do with this?”

“Don’t be daft. I want you to take it and tell me what you think.”

“But what would I even say?” He felt rather flummoxed. So much of his life had been dictated by other people, set on a certain path. Was there a mundane thing that had happened in his life that could have made a difference?

“Ok, well, what is one thing that you wish had been different other than you know…that whole Voldemort business.”

Harry thought back. What was one thing he wished had been different? Then it hit him. “I wish I had gotten close to Ginny earlier.” He said, remembering back to their conversation at Dumbledore’s funeral. How they could have had so much more time if he hadn’t been such a plonker.

George made a slight gagging noise. “Alright, well that is incredibly gross and all but I appreciate the sentiment. What about… if you had gotten your head out of your arse and taken Ginny to the Yule Ball?”

Harry scowled at the memory, of asking Cho, of taking Parvati. Of the disaster of a Yule Ball. “Alright fine, I would have had a better time at least.”

George clapped his hands together. “There you go! Now hurry up and take the charm and I’ll see you on the other side.”

Harry uncorked the vial, but before he raised it to his lips he sent George another look. “Wait a minute, who else has tested this? Should I be worried?”

“Young Harry I am offended. How could you think so little of me?” George placed a hand over his heart and gave him a wounded look that did nothing to make Harry feel assured.

“Alright well if anything happens to me I’m sending Ginny to beat you up,” he said before raising the vial at George. “Cheers.”

The liquid burned slightly going down Harry’s throat but the taste was pleasing. A hint of cherry. And then as sudden as he was in George’s shop he was in Hogwarts. He was much shorter, much skinner and he was feeling sad for some reason.

Oh yeah…Cho…Yule ball…tournament…

Completely forgetting about dinner, he walked slowly back up to Gryffindor Tower. Cho’s voice echoing in his ears with every step he took. “Cedric — Cedric Diggory.”

So consumed in his misery, he almost tripped over a windswept looking Ginny Weasley.

“Watch where you’re going Potter,” she laughed until she got a good look at him, the smile dying on her face. She gave him a frown, head cocked to the side. “Did something happen?”

Harry shook his head, knowing she was assuming it was something Voldemort related and not some typical teenage boy angst. “Nothing like that. I just asked Cho to the ball but she’s going with someone else.” He gave an awkward shrug, unsure of why he was even telling her this. Perhaps it was too raw and he needed to share it with a friendly face.

Ginny’s frown deepened. “I’m sorry Harry. I’m sure any other girl would be happy to go with you,” she said, blushing red and they both got quiet.

“Where are you coming from?” He asked her, taking in her appearance for the first time and noticing that she wasn’t in robes but instead in some sort of athletic wear.

She blushed again, placing a strand of hair behind her ear self-consciously. “I just went for a quick fly. Trying to sneak back into the common room now.”

Harry momentarily forgot his ball induced depression. “You fly?” He asked her incredulously. She had never participated in the Weasley family quidditch over the summer. Harry tried to think if he had ever seen her in the air.

She only smiled in response, something mischievous and proud in her eyes. “I’ve been stealing the twins’ brooms at night and teaching myself to fly for years.” Harry looked at her again as if for the first time. It shouldn’t be such a shock to him that she had grown. They all were older and changing and Ginny Weasley wasn’t an exception. She was still short, barely coming up to his shoulders. Her red hair came all the way down her back in waves and she was beginning to fill out and look more like…well, more like a girl.

“Are you going to the ball with anyone?” He blurted out. Her eyes widened in response and she was silent for awhile.

“I-I…no I’m not. I’m a third year so I can’t go unless someone older invites me,” she explained, her face now so red he could barely make out her freckles.

Harry let out a breath, well aware that if she turned him down he would have likely broken some world record of rejections in the shortest amount of time.

“Would you go with me? To the ball?” He cringed at the clarification. Ginny was speechless for a moment before opening and closing her mouth a couple times. Eventually she nodded.

“Yes Harry, that sounds nice,” she said hoarsely. Harry gave her a small smile before both their attentions were drawn to a loud commotion down the hall. Ginny seemed to notice the source of it immediately.

“Ron? Ron!” Ginny called out jarring Harry into action as well as they caught up with a dazed looking Ron.

Ron was pale, his freckles standing out like pocks on his blood drained skin. Harry was instantly alarmed. “What happened?” He asked, immediately thinking the worst. Ron just groaned in response and Ginny sent Harry a frantic look. The two of them shrugged off all the snickering onlookers and dragged him to the common room where they plopped him unceremoniously on a couch in a distant corner.

Ron kept shaking his head and moaning and it was a full three minutes before they were able to understand what happened.

“Oh Ron,” Ginny was clearly struggling to keep the smile off her face. “You didn’t.”

Ron had his face in his hands and continued to mutter “Why did I do it,” over and over again, the words muffled through his hands.

As Harry comforted his best mate he exchanged looks with Ginny and gave a sigh in relief. At least he had gotten a date to the ball. He watched as Ginny pushed an errant strand of hair away from her face as she patted her brother’s arm sympathetically. Perhaps he might even have a good time.

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Harry saw Ginny very little in the days leading up to the ball. The professors piled on the homework for the fourth years and Harry was determined to take advantage of the excitement leading up to Christmas. In between impromptu snowball fights and letters from Sirius he had almost forgotten about the egg and the fact that he would be dancing in front of not only the entire school but two other schools as well.

Professor McGonagall gave him this unhappy reminder at the end of the last transfiguration class of the year where she insisted on corralling the Gryffindor students that would be attending the ball into an empty classroom.

“You will be representing the great house of Godric Gryffindor as well as your school and I feel I must do my duty to make sure none of you embarrass me,” she sniffed, her eyes glancing over to the Weasley twins before landing on Harry. He swallowed roughly, the image of him falling rather spectacularly on his bum in front of everyone while in his dress robes flashing across his eyes.

McGonagall began to play some music, grabbing Ron in the process and forcing him to lead her about the room. Harry was thankful he wasn’t so caught up in his misery that he was unable to enjoy the spectacle.

“They make a rather fine couple don’t they?” A cheerful voice said behind him and he couldn’t resist smiling back at Ginny as her beaming face came into view.

“He isn’t completely embarrassing himself is he?” Harry mused, looking back to the makeshift dance floor where Ron and the professor were now moving in time with the music, Fred and George looking on and throwing conjured rose petals on them and clapping loudly.

“No more than he did when mum tried to teach him to dance,” Ginny said under her breath and Harry snorted, picturing young Ron waltzing with his mother in the Burrow. The laughter died in his throat as the scene in his mind turned quickly from Ron and his mum to Harry and his own mother, his father laughing as they spun each other in circles.

Perhaps sensing his change of mood, Ginny stayed close but said no more as they watched Ron take a turn about the room with their professor.

Christmas arrived rather suddenly and Harry, despite consistently receiving Christmas gifts since he had come to Hogwarts, was still rather surprised to find gifts at the foot of his bed. After dealing with Dobby and finishing opening up the rest of his gifts, it was suddenly time to get ready for the dance.

Ron, who was still trying in vain to find out who Hermione was going with, had tried to enlist Ginny who had vehemently refused.

“Ron if you ask me one more time who Hermione is going with I am going to hex you so bad you can’t use the toilet for a month,” Ginny had finally threatened and Ron had mostly ceased his fruitless task. Still, though, he grumbled when Hermione had left them three hours before the dance to get ready. Harry saw Ginny follow shortly and figured it was time for him to start getting ready as well.

Harry and Ron, who was taking Parvati, had agreed to meet their dates in the common room and eventually Harry was able to drag a very reluctant Ron to leave the dormitory. Harry had reassured him multiple times that his robes were fine and definitely did not look like a dress but he feared he hadn’t been very convincing.

Harry saw Parvati first in her robes of shocking pink. He watched her glance over at Ron, her eyes running over the frayed edges of his robes before taking the arm offered. It was then that Harry noticed Ginny.

She was standing a little behind them, staring at him a little shyly. Her robes were white and floated prettily around her and Harry thought rather irrationally of an angel. Her red hair was down, having been pinned half up with a golden barrette that Harry realized upon further notice was a little snitch. She had done something with her eyes to make them slightly bigger and Harry took a dry swallow.

He had thought by going with Ginny he wouldn’t have to have been nervous. They would have had a good time and enjoyed a laugh. But it must not have registered to him that Ginny was a girl and a pretty one at that.

Offering up his arm like he was supposed to, he felt her grip him lightly. Again he looked over at her as they followed Ron and Parvati out of the common room. It was then that he realized that he had yet to actually say anything to her. Cursing his stupidity he cleared his throat rather unsuccessfully.

“You—er—look nice,” he said awkwardly.

Ginny blushed. “Thank you Harry. You clean up rather nice as well.” She smiled at him and he felt himself inexplicably relax.

“Wait until you see Hermione,” Ginny whispered in his ear and Harry caught a whiff of something lovely and flowery and he wondered if it was possible a smell could make you drunk.

Shaking the thought out of his head he looked over at her curiously but she mimed zipping her lips with her free hand, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

The entrance hall was packed and they mindlessly followed Ron who was being led by Parvati to where her sister was standing with another Ravenclaw boy Harry didn’t know.

“Where is Hermione?” Ron asked, eyes darting over to Ginny as if she was going to attack him.

Ginny smoothed her dress and smiled. “Really Ron why are you so concerned?” Harry stifled a laugh in his own shoulder. They watched their fellow students milling around with some interest before Professor McGonagall called the Champions over. Harry sighed and reached again for Ginny.

“Good luck, mate,” he said before taking Ginny forward, letting the crowd part for them. They joined Fleur in her pretty silver robes and Roger Davies who Harry thought was perhaps looking a little dazed. Harry avoided looking at Cho and Cedric a little too well that he missed Ginny jabbing him in the ribs as he looked up at the girl who was with Krum. His jaw dropped.

It was Hermione.

Once Harry was over the shock of a Hermione who didn’t look like Hermione at all he felt tugged along by Ginny as she pulled him over to Hermione, chattering to her in fast paced squeals.

“Hi Harry!” Hermione finally greeted him and Professor McGonagall came over and told them all to get in line in pairs and to follow her. They then walked into the Great Hall to applause. Harry felt his face burn at the attention. A small squeeze on his arm centered him and he looked gratefully at Ginny who was gliding confidently next to him. She gave him a wink and he relaxed, able to make it to the head table without tripping over his feet.

“Ron looks like someone took his prize niffler,” Ginny whispered to Harry, drawing his attention more fully to her and not the gaping occupants of the Great Hall. Harry looked over to where his friend was staring at Hermione with narrowed eyes.

As they approached the table Harry felt Ginny tense and he realized that she wouldn’t be the only Weasley at the table. Instead of Mr. Crouch the fifth seat at the table was occupied by Percy who made it very clear to Harry that he had to sit next to him.

Percy’s smug face was replaced by a look of astonishment as he noticed who Harry’s date was.

“Ginny, what are you doing here?” He asked as they all sat down. Ginny frowned and Harry had to bite his tongue in order to not answer for her. She could handle her own brother. Still, Harry didn’t like the look Percy had on his face.

“Harry asked me,” she said simply. “What are you doing here?” She asked and Harry nodded, aware that this was the much better question.

The two of them endured Percy’s sycophantic monologue about Mr. Crouch and how he had been promoted. Harry barely resisted snorting into his water goblet when Ginny asked with a straight face whether Crouch had stopped calling him “Weatherby” yet.

They both tucked into their dinner eagerly, eavesdropping on the conversations of the other occupants of the table. Harry found that his sides were hurting from laughter mostly from Ginny’s impersonations of Roger Davies dazed look on his face as he listened to Fleur complain about the decorations.

“At ze Palace of Beauxbatons, we would never sit in chairs! We would be carried to eat on clouds made of silk and serenaded as we ate,” Ginny whispered in Harry’s ear, effecting Fleur’s accent in an exaggerated way that had him pushing away his plate of goulash.

Eventually they finished dinner and the Weird Sisters began playing. Ginny nudged Harry. “I think we are supposed to dance now,” she said somewhat shyly. Ginny stood up gracefully, holding out her hand for him. He managed to stand up without completely tripping over his robes, taking her smaller hand within his.

He followed her to the dance floor, eyes locked on her form, shutting out everything else. All of his senses felt dulled, the music a faint hum in the background, the spotlighting centering him blocking out everything else except Ginny. Seamlessly Ginny placed one of his hands on her waist, holding out his other hand in an approximation of what the other couple’s were doing.

Her hand was light in his but also strong. He worried for a second that his hand would be sweaty but Ginny didn’t seem to indicate there was anything particularly off with his hands. Instead, she gave him a reassuring smile as she steered him in a circle on the dance floor.

As they turned to the music Harry avoided catching anyone’s smirking eyes by staring at Ginny. He wasn’t sure he had ever really looked at her. She had a faint dusting of freckles on her face and full red lips that shimmered slightly. Her robes felt slippery in the hand on her waist and he gripped more thoroughly causing her to squeak slightly.

“You are a good dancer,” he told her, and even though they were in the middle of a giant crowd he had the fanciful thought that it was just them alone. She blushed.

“Thank you. Mum taught us at an early age.”

They were quiet the rest of the dance, Harry noticing that they were thankfully no longer the center of attention, the rest of the couples having joined them on the dance floor.

The song ended and they both let go of each other, standing in the dance floor staring at each other as another, faster song was struck up.

“Come on,” Ginny pulled at his arm to where Ron and Parvati were sitting, Ron shooting daggers at Krum with his eyes. Ginny took one look at her brother and grabbed his arms, pulling him up.

“Oy! Ginny what are you doing?” Ron asked, shoving off Ginny’s hands.

“You are looking entirely too much like a prat Ron! You have a lovely date, you’ve eaten a good meal. Let’s go out there and have fun! Look at Harry’s socks Ron. Those are socks that are meant for dancing.”

Harry laughed and watched as Ron reluctantly followed his younger sister to the dance floor. Harry offered his arm to Parvati and the four of them made their way over to where Fred and Angelina were dancing exuberantly in the center of the dance floor.

A few moments later Hermione and Viktor joined them, Ron avoiding Hermione but reluctantly letting Ginny pull hm along.

Eventually they stopped to get butterbeers. Parvati had been asked to dance by one of the boys from Beauxbatons and Hermione was still dancing with Viktor so it was just Ginny, Ron and Harry. They grabbed drinks, escaping outside to the warming charmed air. Ron was still put out and kept grumbling under his breath, the words “Hermione” and “Vicky” alternating coherency. The three of them sidestepped an angry looking Snape who seemed to be discussing something rather nasty with Karkaroff who looked anxious.

They reached a fountain, Harry now greatly entertained by the story Ginny was recounting that seemed to center on the twins having turned all of Ron’s Martin Miggs comics into more suggestive materials. Ron seemed more like himself at that point and they were all surprised to encounter Hagrid and Madame Maxime having a quiet conversation.

“It was my mother,” said Hagrid quietly. “She was one o’ the las’ ones in Britain….” Hagrid’s voice trailed off as Harry’s attention was drawn to Ginny who was swatting at a rather large beetle that had fallen on her arm.

“Yuck!” She hissed, swatting at it and giving it a little kick. “Creepy bugger.” She shuddered slightly and Harry had an irrational thought that he should offer her his cloak before realizing that he wasn’t wearing one.

They returned to the dance floor just as the Weird Sister’s began playing one of their more popular dancing songs. Ginny’s face lit up and Harry followed her to the center of the room, shrugging apologetically at Ron who had resumed his grouchy mumblings.

“I love this song!” Ginny called to him and he watched as she closed her eyes, moving her body to the beat, long since having abandoned her shoes. Her enthusiasm was contagious and he did his best to approximate her movements finding himself smiling widely wondering if this was fun, if this was what having fun felt like.

The song ended, a slower tempo one taking its place. Ginny made a motion to leave the dance floor but Harry pulled her to him.

“This was fun. Thank you for coming with me Ginny,” he told her sincerely. She gave him a wide smile.

“It was fun! Thank you for inviting me. It isn’t every day a girl gets invited to the biggest event of the season and with a champion no less,” she teased him.

The last song ended to a loud round of applause and everyone began heading back to the entrance hall. Ginny let out a sigh. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this night to end but I’m also exhausted. I’m hoping Colin was able to get some ice cream from the kitchens. He told me the first through third years were allowed to have some late snacks to make up for not being invited to the ball,” Ginny explained as they made their way out.

“What’s your favorite ice cream?” Harry asked, suddenly realizing that he didn’t know that much about the youngest Weasley. She gave him another one of her wide smiles, eyes flashing conspiratorially.

“Mint chip!” She told him happily. A part of his brain registered that for later. As if he knew there would be a moment when he would need to know what kind of ice cream Ginny liked. What her favorite color was, what she liked to do when she was bored and whether she preferred that first rain of spring or the first snow of winter.

Harry felt himself getting dizzy, a tug behind his navel making him slightly nauseous. The edges of his vision grew hazy and Ginny flashed in and out of view.

“Harry?” Ginny was asking….”Harry?”

“Harry!”

Harry jerked awake, the splash of cold water in his face an unwelcome jolt of icy reality. It took him a moment to realize he was not in the entrance hall of Hogwarts. Instead he was in George’s shop. He was no longer fourteen, no longer stumbling awkwardly behind his date, ready for Cedric to tell him about the egg…Ron’s fight with Hermione.

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair, reality seeping in.

“Sorry mate, you only get half an hour no matter how good the fake memory,” George gave him a hearty thump on the back and the visions of Ginny looking lovely on his arm, of laughing with her, taking the mickey on Ron were gradually replaced by those of Parvati sitting miserably next to him, Ron not talking to anyone…reality settling in.

“That’s some powerful magic, George,” Harry said finally. The ‘what if’ charm had indeed let him experience what life had been like when he was shy, awkward, Cho obsessed and completely unworthy of what life with Ginny would be. It had been nice to experience a Hogwarts with her but he smiled realizing that, while he may have messed it up before, he had gotten a second…well third really, chance.

Both George and Harry looked up as the bell to the store jingled and a windswept Ginny entered the store. For a moment Harry thought he was still under the influence of the charm and hallucinating.

“You shouldn’t be here…you told me you wouldn’t be here,” he said finally, stumbling over the words. Ginny gave a laugh, reaching out to give him a hug.

“I snuck away. Don’t tell the Head Girl,” she whispered into his ear and Harry was overwhelmed by the comforting smell of flowers.

“Seeing as she likely has her tongue down Ron’s throat I doubt she will care,” Harry said, pulling back so he could look at her fully.

The Ginny before him was no blushing third year. Still in Hogwarts robes but much more filled out and beautiful, looking at him with love and trust in his eyes. He felt that familiar warmth collect inside him as he gazed at her.

“Come on, let’s go get some ice cream,” he told her, waving goodbye to George and pulling her into his side.

“Ohhh you know I love ice cream,” she said brightly, snuggling into him.

“Mint chip?” He asked.

“Mint chip.”

#hinny fic #running fic #yule ball #what if

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isidar-mithrim · 4 years

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Writings Masterlist

So, with the amazing help of @ermynee – ana, for who met her on Discord! – I’ve updated and renewed my writings masterlist!

You can find it linked at the top of my blog alongside the ask and the archive buttons, but since that link is only accessible from browser, I thought about sharing it on a post as well, which I’ll tag with “writing masterlist” for easy finding ^^ Edit: I've just realised that the post a bit messy if seen from the app, but whatever, the links are there ;)

Anyway, you can find all the stories and series on my Ao3 page as well ;)

Featuring: Harry Potter

As though by a mother: Voldemort is back, and Harry keeps revisiting the graveyard in his nightmares.

A new beginning: While Ron and Hermione are in Australia, Neville and Harry are about to begin their career as Aurors, the raw memories of the battle still fresh in their minds, among some happy thoughts.

Next Generation

Letter for beyond: It’s time to go to bed at the Potters’ house. This evening, though, instead of picking a bedtime story Lily wants to read to her father a letter for another Lily, one she’s never even met.

‘Godfather and Godson’ series (see below)

Silliness of love (see Hinny)

‘Godfather and Godson’ series

Features of the past: In the middle of the night, Teddy seeks the comfort offered by a surrogate of the Mirror of Erised.

What parents would want: Teddy is about to leave for his first year at Hogwarts, but he can’t clear his mind from an uncomfortable thought

Hinny

Extra – Souls of Ink: Now, though, there was something she couldn’t talk about with any of her brothers. Or better, someone. {Ginny Weasley & Tom Riddle’s diary}

[NSFW] Fantasies: Harry can’t stop dreaming about Ginny. {HBP Missing Moment – PWP – Explicit Language}

Letter for beyond (see above)

Silliness of love: Nineteen years later, James and Al have just left for Hogwarts, and the least Harry can do to cheer Lily up is having someone over for dinner. Ch 1 – Ch 2 – Ch 3

Better than fireworks: It’s going to be his first Christmas without the Dursleys, and Harry can’t express how grateful he is for Ron inviting him to the Burrow. The fact that Ginny will be there too is just a very welcomed addition. {Muggle AU – Hinny Incognito Elf 2019}

Featuring: Neville Longbottom

Of Malus, hugs, and toads {‘Letters from Hogwarts’ series}: For more than a thousand years, every summer, in the United Kingdom, the lives of a lucky cluster of eleven years old are radically changed. The first story is that of a boy who lived for too long in the belief that he wasn’t a wizard.

Worth twelve: Neville Longbottom, esteemed member of the D.A. and beloved professor at Hogwarts, is at home for the Christmas break. While his wife Hannah takes care of the patrons of the Leaky Cauldron, Neville is able to enjoy some alone time with his sweet daughter. They’re happily playing when she suddenly gets upset, and Neville will have to use all his tact, a clumsy Transfiguration attempt, a story, an old Chocolate Frog Card and a confession to understand what’s the problem and to make her feel better.

‘Have a biscuit’ series

“Do you happen to have a biscuit?”: When and why did Minerva start keeping a tin of Ginger Newt in her office? This is the brief story of how it all began. {A prequel}

Falling down: It’s the morning after the Third Task, and Neville has been summoned by McGonagall. He goes there worried about his marks, having no idea he’s about to find out that he lived for a year near the man who tortured his parents into insanity.

Standing up: Minerva is powerless in front of Carrows’ tortures, painfully aware there’s only one way to protect her students: don’t protect them. She also knows that, if Dumbledore was still alive, nothing like that would happen, and she can’t help thinking she failed her most important duty: to keep Hogwarts safe… to keep Hogwarts home. It will be her own students to prove her that hope isn’t lost yet.

Moving on: It’s the summer after the war, and Minerva invites Neville for tea. He goes there sure she just wants to know how he’s doing, unaware that she’s about to change his life.

‘Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum’ series

The first DBBG: Voldemort has fallen, and the Wizarding World can celebrate and relax, safe. Augusta can’t believe her luck: despite actively fighting, all her family escaped the horrors of the war, and Alice and Frank can finally raise their child in a peaceful world…

The sweetest DBBG: Two old women, strong and stern. Two short letters, one written almost seven year before the other. Two boys, one fearful and goofy, the other fearless and fierce. Yet, they are both known as Neville Longbottom.

The merriest DBBG: When the news of Voldemort’s ultimate defeat reaches St Mungo, the Healers celebrate with joy and fireworks. Although, not all the patients are able to understand what’s really happening.

The last DBBG: Alice Longbottom’s life is hard to be considered so. Yet, at her death Neville won’t be able to hold back his tears: despite everything, he very well knows he’ll miss her deeply.

Featuring: Hermione Granger

Of Matilda, War and Peace: {‘Letters from Hogwarts’ series}: For more than a thousand years, every summer, in the United Kingdom, the lives of a lucky cluster of eleven years old are radically changed. The fourth is that of a girl rational enough to know she was special, but too rational to admit it.

Deluded hopes: Hermione has the best friends she could wish for, the ones she shared the most intense and dangerous moments of her life with, the ones that watch her back, the ones that would be ready to die for her — the ones she’d be ready to die for. She’d never, never switch them with anybody, and yet, sometimes she can’t help be a little envious of Parvati and Lavender friendship, of their long chats shared in the dark of the night before falling asleep. {Quadruple drabble}

Dazzling illusion: Voldemort has fallen. For many wizards and witches is time to live again, while others are still licking their wounds, picking up the debris, grieving the fallen ones. For Hermione, it’s time to find her parents and abruptly drag them back into reality.

Night in Transylvania: Young Kate Stendeer is a capable and appreciated teacher. Many years have gone by since the day she asked her students to read Night in Transylvania, and she still regrets it. That was the day she saw pure disappointment in the eyes of the brightest student she had ever had… That was the last time she had ever seen her. Perhaps, crossing paths with the Wizarding World will finally ease her guilt.

Romione

Until it’s over: Hermione looked up at him, surprised, but incapable to hold back a smile. Maybe he had listened when she’d said that next time there was a ball, he should have asked her before someone else did, and not as a last resort. Or, the brief story of a whispered promise made during a long due dance.

Standing on tiptoe: May the 2nd, 1998. The battle is over, and after Harry’s tales about the last events that brought to Voldemort’s defeat, the trio leave the Headmaster’s office, headed to Gryffindor Tower. Despite being exhausted, there’s one thing Ron needs to do before resting.

Extra – Night in Transylvania (see above)

Silliness of love: Nineteen years later, James and Al have just left for Hogwarts, and the least Harry can do to cheer Lily up is having someone over for dinner. Ch 1 – Ch 2 – Ch 3

Featuring: Minerva McGonagall

The right call: What if Minerva had something to object about not picking Harry as Gryffindor Prefect? And what if the last time she and Albus argued about an appointment there was another Potter involved, and Albus had been the one vouching for him?

Beyond the Veil: What if Minerva, in a coma at St. Mungo’s after being Stunned by four spells, had the chance to choose between staying or coming back – between living and dying – as Harry did in King’s Cross?

‘Have a biscuit’ series (see ‘Neville Longbottom’)

“Do you happen to have a biscuit?”

Falling down

Standing up

Moving on

Featuring: Albus Dumbledore

Of boggarts, Gobstones and cypress {Letters from Hogwarts – Remus}: For more than a thousand years, every summer, in the United Kingdom, the lives of a lucky cluster of eleven years old are radically changed. The third story tells us of a child whose life had already changed when he was five years old, and who didn’t believe it could change again.

How it happened that Dumbledore convinced Snape to keep it quiet: Have you ever wondered why Severus, young Hogwarts student, didn’t reveal Remus’ true nature after finding it out because of Sirius’ trick? Well, for a long time I took for granted it was simply because Dumbledore asked him not to. Then, I realised the truth.

The most valuable gift: That Halloween, that terrible Halloween is close. Dumbledore is at the Potter’s, and James shows him something the old wizard can’t help but recognise, even if it’s been decades since he stopped looking for that extraordinary triad of magical objects.

Bounty hunter {Dumbledore asks Remus to be the DADA teacher.}

Balls of wool: Dobby couldn’t have gotten him a more fitting gift.

The irony of life: Oh, the irony of life. How amusing, exquisite and cruel it can be. {Second drabble of the collection}

A pig for slaughter: Lying has never been so hard. {Drabble}

Marauders Era

“Do you happen to have a biscuit?”: When and why did Minerva start keeping a tin of Ginger Newt in her office? This is the brief story of how it all began. {A prequel of the ‘Have a biscuit’ series – see above} {James, Sirius, Minerva}

Farewell, Hogwarts: End of term, 1978. For James, Sirius, Remus, Lily and Severus it’s time to say goodbye. They look at Hogwarts for what they believe is their last time, unaware that three of them will cross its gate again. Unaware that two of them won’t live much longer…

Beyond the Veil: What if Minerva, in a coma at St.Mungo after being Stunned by four spells, had the chance to choose between staying or coming back – between living and dying – as Harry did in King’s Cross? {James, Sirius, Minerva}

Once upon a time: “Once upon a time… It’s a discounted – or should we say classic? – begin for a fairy tale that even more obviously ends with the merry end ‘…and they lived happily ever after.’ But for what ‘once upon a time’ could be more suited than for telling a tale about things that were, things that had been, things that are no more? To tell a story – no, not a fairy tale – that could never end with ‘…and they lived happily ever after’?”

Jily

The first (and last) Dursley-Evans-Potter double date

Farewell, Hogwarts

Extra – The right call (see ‘McGonagall’ and ‘Dumbledore’)

Remus Lupin

Of boggarts, Gobstones and cypress {‘Letters from Hogwarts’ series}: For more than a thousand years, every summer, in the United Kingdom, the lives of a lucky cluster of eleven years old are radically changed. The third story tells us of a child whose life had already changed when he was five years old, and who didn’t believe it could change again.

Corroded by fate: November 1981. For the first time in his entire life, Remus looks forward to the full moon. Perhaps the agony of the transformation will wash away the ache for their loss, perhaps the madness of the wolf will make him forget that his best friends are two corpses, a traitor and a fistful of dust. {Drabble}

Bounty Hunter {Dumbledore asks Remus to be the DADA teacher}

And yet it tastes good: Victory’ll taste good, they’d promised. And yet, Remus can’t help thinking that war tasted better than Victory

Sirius Black

Whatever: Whatever, Sirius. How hard can it be enduring the pain that pierces your heart for a kiss shared in the dark? {Sirius/James – Sirius is secretly in love}

Beyond the Veil

Silence {Sirius finds the Potters’ corpses – Drabble}

Like yesterday {The dangerous criminal Sirius Black gets into the castle during the Halloween’s feast – Ficlet}

Make a wish {Sirius birthday in 1980 – Double drabble}

October 31st

With the tail between his legs {Voldemort finds the Potters – Double drabble}

Silence

Like yesterday

Extra – November the 3rd – Make a wish

Severus Snape

Asphodel, bezoar and aconite: It’s Harry Potter’s first Potions Class, and Severus can’t help looking at him, hating his unruly black hair – then, he sees his eyes.

One who I believe has left me forever… {‘Burns’, Drabble 2 – see ‘Featuring Death Eaters}

The irony of life: Oh, the irony of life. How amusing, exquisite and cruel it can be. {Third drabble of the collection}

Featuring: Death Eaters

Burns {because the Dark Lord is back}: A collection of drabbles to recount in about a hundred words the myriad of emotions – fear, joy, fervor, horror – that caught certain Death Eaters in the instant the Dark Lord laid a finger on Wormtail’s Dark Mark, and after almost fifteen years of silence they learned he was back. Each drabble has a different Death Eater as protagonist. Burning, of course, is the Dark Mark. Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5

Petty, pathetic Draco: A journey through Draco’s thoughts and emotions, since the Dark Lord demanded his service to the end of the war.

Sisterhood [Ch 1: Childless; Ch 2: Mother]: Two sisters, two Blacks. One is dark-haired, the other is blonde, but it doesn’t matter. One is childless, the other is a mother. And that’s what makes all the difference.

The irony of life: Oh, the irony of life. How amusing, exquisite and cruel it can be. {Drabble one: Crouch Jr – Drabble three: Snape}

Severus Snape: see above

Miscellaneous

Souls of Ink: Now, though, there was something she couldn’t talk about with any of her brothers. Or better, someone. {Ginny Weasley & Tom Riddle}

Caged: Three Christmases, three cages, three frames of mind. A short journey through Percy’s thoughts, since he left the Burrow to the moment he wished he’d never left. {Ficlet}

Hidden Characters: Seven unrelated drabbles, seven mysterious characters. Will less than one-hundred words be enough for you to guess? {Test your intuition and your knowledge of the saga in a guessing game!}

The irony of life: Oh, the irony of life. How amusing, exquisite and cruel it can be. {Drabble collection}

Touch: A collection of random drabbles with only one thing in common – touch.

The time of Death: Thousand are the facets of Death: for someone it lasts an instant, for others an eternity; for someone it’s a choice, for others an unforeseen surprise. Only one thing is certain: Death will come for everybody. Link 1 – Link 2 {Drabbles}

Rainbow: A drabble for the dreamy Luna, with her her clear honesty and disarming simplicity. {Drabble}

Midnight tea: It was the first time he made tea. It was his first act of kindness. {Dudley Dursley – Drabble}

It’s a lifetime service or death: A drabble for the heroic death of a lion, a drabble for the vile death of a rabbit. {Drabble}

Seven hot wheels: {Meanwhile, in Gaddley, a Muggle family of five has been found dead in their home. Muggle authorities are attributing their deaths to a gas leak, but members of the Order of the Phoenix inform me that it was the Killing Curse. - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows} – Because Muggles deserve to be remembered too. {Drabble}

‘Letters from Hogwarts’ series

For more than a thousand years, every summer, in the United Kingdom, the lives of a lucky cluster of eleven years old are radically changed. These are the stories of four of them. The first is that of a boy who lived for too long in the belief that he wasn’t a wizard, the second that of a boy who lived for too long under the illusion of being one. The third tells us of a child whose life had already changed when he was five years old, and who didn’t believe it could change again. The fourth and longest story, at last, is that of a girl rational enough to know she was special, but too rational to admit it.

Of Malus, hugs, and toads

Of missives, felines and promises

Of boggarts, Gobstones and cypress

Of Matilda, War and Peace

Extra – Night in Transylvania

May the 2nd 1998

Forgotten fighters: Few words are enough to bare the soul of a centaur – few words, to make him master of his own fate, to make him part of a strenuous fight for salvation. Few words are also enough to describe the helplessness of a gargoyle, the braveness of a knight, the fury of a little giant and the thoughts of many other characters whose effort we often forget about – wrongly so. After all, even a single grain of rice can tip the scale. {Collection of drabbles}

The aftermath: Perhaps May the 2nd 1998 seemed a day like any other to those who hadn’t been at Hogwarts to fight the last, decisive battle. Then the news of the victory and the name of the fallen began spreading and – for better or worse – it suddenly became a day impossible to forget. Ch 1 – The Prime Minister

Unfinished sentences: The war is ended, leaving havoc behind. Wounds and walls can be mended – lives can’t. {Drabble}

Drabbles & Ficlets

(Recap – Summaries above)

With the tail between his legs {The night the Potters died}

Silence {Sirius}

Like yesterday {Sirius}

Make a wish {Sirius}

Corroded by fate {Remus}

Burns {because the Dark Lord is back}: Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5

A pig for slaughter {Dumbledore}

Rainbow {Luna}

Midnight tea {Dudley}

It’s a lifetime service or death {Scrimgeour - Karkaroff}

Seven hot wheels {A Muggle family}

Forgotten fighters {The battle of Hogwarts}

The time of Death: Link 1 – Link 2 {Various characters}

Hidden Characters {Various characters}

The irony of life {Crouch jr, Dumbledore, Snape}

Deluded hopes {Hermione – Quadruple drabble}

Dazzling illusion {Hermione}

Touch {Various characters}

Unfinished sentences {George}

HP metas

Muggle clothing in the Wizarding World

Exclamations in Harry Potter

#writings masterlist #masterlist #writings #isidar mithrim #harry potter #long post #I'll try to remember to edit it every time I edit the official one #sorry if the formatting is messy from the app

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blitheringmcgonagall · 4 years

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002 Minerva McGonagall

@thatmadgirlinthecorner thank you!! Minerva is one of my favourite characters (obviously!).

How I feel about her?

She’s an absolute legend, I respect her way more than most of the other HP characters. She was only in her 40s during the Marauders Era, which I think we all forget (and before you argue, FBAWTFT is not canon imo)? She had a difficult life but somehow never lost her enthusiasm, protectiveness and kindness towards her pupils and her sharp sass! People are scared of her because she is rather formidable. I feel like she is someone who hates bullies and they would grovel in front of her. I respect her way more than Dumbledore (yeah I don’t like him much, so bad example). She always had Harry’s best interests at heart. She was very sad to see him left at the Dursley’s house, whom she considered to be the "worst kind" of people. She kept a close eye on Harry from time to time during his early childhood and she was right to be concerned.

She is always kind to Remus and we know she loved the Marauders and that she loved Lily and James and was one of those not celebrating after Voldemort was killed because she was grieving for them. She couldn’t quite believe that Sirius had turned on James (I think she had a soft spot for Sirius and thought maybe her fondness had blinded her to his faults) AND she never liked Peter Pettigrew because she was damned right and a highly intelligent woman!! Harry loves her so much he casts an Unforgivable when he sees her being disrespected:

Amycus moved forward until he was offensively close to Professor McGonagall, his face within inches of hers. She refused to back away, but looked down at him as if he were something disgusting she had found stuck to the lavatory seat.

“It's not a case of what you'll permit, Minerva McGonagall. Your time's over. It's us what's in charge here now, and you'll back me up or you'll pay the price.” And he spat in her face.

Harry pulled the Cloak off himself, raised his wand, and said, “You shouldn't have done that.”

As Amycus spun around, Harry shouted, “Crucio!”

I love the idea of her being a Quidditch fanatic, and especially being obsessed with Gryffindor winning the Cup!! Pottermore says she suffered a nasty fall in her final year due to a foul during the Gryffindor versus Slytherin match which would decide the Quidditch Cup winner. I love her having that strong competitive streak, despite her high morals and overall fairness, she’s dying for them to win!

There are so many versions of Minerva that I love,especially anything by @lizardcookie @bcdaily @ghost-of-bambi @petals-to-fish @wewereinfinitelywolfstar and please remind me of others, I know I am missing them!!

In We Can Be Heroes I love trying to make her scary, respected by all, with her brilliant dry wit, fiercely fond of Lily, James, Sirius and Remus and obviously Harry.

All the people I ship romantically with Minerva:

I don’t really tend to, but I do think of her as bi and that perhaps she was in a relationship with Pomona Sprout? Minerva's school career overlapped by two years with that of Pomona Sprout, and “the two students enjoyed an excellent relationship” - are you thinking what I’m thinking? I also kind of fancy her with Poppy (Poppy is brilliant imo).

I think she closed herself off emotionally after the loss of Dougal Mc Gregor, muggle and love of her life, who proposed to her on a ploughed field. I love that they are described as sharing ”a sense of humour, argued fiercely, and suspected mysterious depths in each other”.

My non romantic OTP:

Well, probably Poppy, although I like to think she and Slughorn used to have afternoon tea on Sundays (even if he was actually a bit intimidated by her). I know she was allegedly good friends with Dumbledore but he’s in my bad books...

My unpopular opinion about Minerva:

Mc Gonagall: Did someone mention an unpopular opinion? Don’t be ridiculous, you blithering idiot!

Me: Nope, not at all, never heard of it

One thing I wish had happened in canon with Minerva:

Given she wasn’t aware that Pettigrew was the Secret Keeper, and never liked him, I wish she had found that out and then followed him incognito in her Animagus form and discovered he was the spy and saved Lily & James. Failing that, I wish she had fought to clear Sirius’ name and save him from going to Azkaban. And failing that, I wish she had gone against Albus’ wishes and decided she was going to raise him instead of the Dursleys.

My OTP:

I don’t really have one

My crossover ship:

None

My headcanon fact:

She was invited to the Potters wedding and danced with both Sirius and James. Sirius invited her to dance to the muggle music and she stunned them all by dancing way better than most of them! She was a fan of Siouxsie and the Banshees (I have no idea why, but that’s now canon! I may be a bit obsessed with dancing, lol).

#mc gonagall headcanons #minerva mc gonagall #lovely asks!#marauders #harry potter

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realitybitesyouknowit · 2 months

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Chapters: 61/61 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter/Voldemort Characters: Harry Potter, Voldemort, The Dursleys, The Malfoys, The Weasleys, The Order - Character, Death Eaters - Character, Hogwarts Students, Hogwarts Staff, Trevor the Toad (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Humour, Romance, Mentions of abuse but nothing detailed hopefully, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Morally Grey Harry Potter, Don't post to other sites or apps, Dream Sex, Some things exist before they should Summary:

A very bored Harry Potter starts writing to the Dark Lord over the summer after his fifth year at Hogwarts. An equally bored Voldemort decides to write back. And thus, a summer of secrets is born, and the enemy named boredom is fended off.

This one makes me think of Delivery for the Death Eaters.

#Harry Potter #fanfiction #ao3 #harrymort #letters to voldemort #sentient Furbies #sentient elmo dolls #one dancing bear in the big blue house #a caricature of Voldemort dressed as a clown #yaoi fangirl Hermione #smut dreams with the LoTR characters #Dr. Greyback #I lowkey wanted an excerpt where Remy loses his shit at Greyback playing psychiatrist #Trevor might as well be the Rabbit of Caerbannog #Professor Voldemort incognito #Sirius Lives #Trevor's got a body count bro #Walpurga wasn't having any of Siri's shit

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josiecarioca · 4 years

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Answering questions about Soren Snape

Answering @snapescapades questions about Soren!

Is Soren taller than Sev?

Soren is already taller than Sev by age 15. As a ful grown adult, he stands a full head above him at 6'3”/1,90m.

Thing is, I headcanon Snape as being rather tall (around 5´9-ish/ 1,80m), but Evelyn is a Black, and the Black family does have a tendency to produce very tall people, particularly men (Sirius towering over Severus in canon comes to mind) and Soren very much takes after her side of the family. Soren´s maternal grandfather and great grandfather were respectivel 6'1”/1,85m and 6'3”/1,90m and Evelyn herself is 5´8”/1,77m (average female height in Ireland being 5´5”/1,65m).

Does he street race?

He has in his early 20s, but Severus made sure to put an end to it.

What happened was that Virgil Shafiq caught Soren doing the MonteCarlo circuit while incognito (as well as wasting money in casinos and crashing muggle high society parties, but that's a whole other topic). Being Soren’s former trainning officer, Shafiq warned him that he had to stop or he would be reported to the Ministry for reckless conduct and for potential secrecy breaches.

Instead of reporting him however, Shafiq did far worse: he told Severus.

Cue Severus Snape basically dragging his full grown son out of, not a casino, not a bar but a whole ass country, and proceeding to paint him a very vivid picture of how his behaviour would send his poor mother to an early grave if she ever found out (Severus may not be catholic, but his mother-in-law taught him how to use guilt as a parenting tactic, lol) and that if Soren didn´t want him to tell Evelyn what her precious little prince was up to he'd stop it immediately. Which he did (yes, Soren is a totall momma's boy, and Evelyn is basically the Virgin Mary in his eyes. Severus takes full advantage of it and invokes her name whenever he wants Soren to obey).

He still drives like a raving maniac, however.

What car does he drive?

That´s a tough one to answer as I don´t know which models will be available when Soren is of age, but going by current car trends: Soren is a BMW man. More specifically, I see him driving something like this https://drivemag.com/news/hate-it-or-love-it-bmw-m3-in-java-green-with-m-performance-body-kit . In fact, any car Soren owns HAS to be a flashy shade of neon/electric/radioactive green.

I also want the FULL story of his glasgow smile scar.

This may be a one shot in the future, so I'll spare you many details, but the bare facts are these.

Soren was in Istambul to gather data. It was supposed to be a low-risk mission, as all he had to do was meet up with Turkish wizarding authorities, get some paperwork and go back to England. In and out. Soren being Soren, however, decided to stretch his stay for a few days, since Istambul does have a very bustling cultural life and party scene. His presence was detected by a rogue cell of Death Eaters (in “Post War” we see the beginning of it: since Voldmort's demise, his followers scattered all over Europe and used his image and memory as a sort of messianic martyr figure to radicalize new members and create several terrorist cells, which are hard to track because they act independently. Soren's job in intelligence is basically identifying, gathering information and keeping tabs on them).

Soren was kidnapped and held hostage for two months (and him being the only son of the man who 'betrayed' Voldemort, it's needless to describe how his captors treated him.). At that point, all communication ceased and the British ministry declared him dead. Evelyn didn't believe that (“I've put him into this world, and I will *KNOW' if he has left it, and he didn't”), so Severus went to, of all people, Harry Potter (by then head of the Auror Office) to ask him to push for the Ministry to continue searching. With Harry using his political influence to sway the Ministry into creating a special task-force, Soren was found and brought back home. He had many torture inflicted injuries (glasgow smile included: Soren was known for being a party boy and all around 'smiley' as well as having a 'day job' where his looks were important, so they gave him a “permanent smile” as a sick joke). He needed months of hospitalization as well as extensive psychological care and physiotherapy with muggle doctors (let´s just say muggle medicine can handle some stuff that magical healing doesn't cover, like mental care.)

That was a turning point in Soren's life, as he finally learned some responsibility and self-preservation.

At some point sevelyn HAS to know about it, is that how they learn about his spying? or do they already know?

By the time of the Glasgow Smile incident they had known for a while. They found out in that infamous staging of Falstaff in which Soren sang the leading role with a couple broken ribs then collapsed on stage.

Falstaff is an operatic role that is usually done by older, more seasoned singers, so when Soren was cast in a production it was a bit of a big deal since he was only 30 at the time (he had been an auror for a whole decade by then, but his parents fully believed he was a just singer and occasional music teacher all this time). Problem was, Soren had a run in with a Dark Wizard he had been trying to track down for months on the very same day “Falstaff” was to open.

Since this was an important milestone for his career, his parents were there to watch it, and that's part of the reason Soren went on stage instead of seeking medical attention or reporting back to the Ministry: the adrenaline rush kept him from feeling any pain and even though he knew something was off his parents were in the audience, he couldn´t bail out and let an understudy take over. Lo and behold, after a flawless opening night, Soren collapses on stage while taking his bows. The theatre admnistration immediately rushes him to the nearest hospital and Soren has no way of controlling what happens and how much information his parents get. The doctors find the fractured ribs and some internal bleeding, which are obviously a result of severe blunt force trauma. The moment they show him the exams, Severus puts two and two together and makes Soren come clean.

How does sev feel about it???

Oh, boy, oh, boy...Where do we even begin?

Severus has a ton of guilt in regards to Soren since his birth, because Severus initially didn´t want him. Severus then went on to spend the rest of his life trying to compensate for that. He dotes on Soren almost to the point of spoiling him (and does end up spoiling him often). When Soren decides to be a singer instead of an auror (of course, he was lying to his parents then) Severus feels like the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders: his son would have a peaceful life, he would be safe, he would have the stability and happiness Severus never had. Severus finally feels like he's a good father and has done right by his child. When Soren collapsed on stage and he finally found out what his son was hiding, Severus saw all his efforts to make sure Soren was safe, to protect him and ensure he'd live a happy and long life crumble before his eyes. Soren lied to him and went behind his back to chose a type of life Severus had desperately hoped to steer him away from. Severus feels like he failed as a father. Eventually he comes to terms with the fact that Soren is a full grown adult and responsible for his own decisions, but the feeling that Soren's choices in life are somehow his fault never really leaves him.

I also wanna know about his relationships (not necessarily romantic cause I’m getting a vaguely aromantic vibe from this boy but I could be wrong)

Here's the thing about Soren: he flirts with the same ease everybody else breathes. And he flirts with anyone, particularly if there's something in it for him (the Slytherin runs deep). He´s a scorpio with Libra rising and moon in Libra after all, lol. Soren is very much “in love with the idea of love”, he´s a musician, an opera singer, an avid reader, he's very attracted by the concept of love and the idea of all consuming passion as played on a stage or in the pages of a Gothic novel. That doesn´t necessarily translate into actual romantic relationships in life.

Soren has a lot of “romantic friendships” with friends of any gender, that is relationships which have the intensity of a romantic relationship but without the sexual aspect. He´s only been in a traditional romantic relantioship twice in his life and both were with girls he'd been friends with since childhood (Lavinia Llwynog, a fellow slytherin he met at the sorting ceremony when both were 11 and Audrey Blake, a muggle girl he's known since they were born because her mother is a neighbor of Soren's grandmother. With Audrey in particular, he feels like they were quite literally born for each other.). For Soren to bother getting into a serious relationship, there has to be a very deep, long basis of friendship. Otherwise he just flirts his way trhough life with everybody.

#Soren Prince Snape #Severus Snape #evelyn black #severus x evelyn #Post War #Soren Snape facts #Soren is a mess #a beautiful disaster

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hauntedorpheum · 4 years

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SK Homecoming Behind the scenes

combine your bodies

the hugs <3

Liam (i just think he is funny)

“two special boys, we got a special boy pointing a camera at me but he doesn’t know I’m pointing a camera at him“

Brian’s very serious documentary voice

Nick explaining the process with Charlie Kelly energy

Brosenthal’s exchange with a strange man in the middle of the street

Darren taking the time to give thanks to all the people who put the whole concert together

The lowkey expression of panic on everybody when Clark and AJ where like “we are not rehearsing and we ain’t got time”

Darren instantly forgetting that he has to sing in Days of Summer

Bonnie talking about how she felt seeing all these people after so much time

Carlos talking about coming incognito while drinking from his Flash bottle TM

The fact that they were rehearsing with Britney via facetime with a time delay (ain’t that starkid in a nutshell?)

Everyone just out there loving Jim

“we got a strict veto on all dancing” “uh i don’t have time for that, i don’t have time to have people dance” cut to Nick dancing montage

“what the hell.. oh no that’s not me HUFFLEPUFFS are particulary good finders”

They are doing Voldemort is going down? No one likes that song

“this doesn’t feel like reality. This feels like an awful fever dream. Like a nightmare :D”

Darren’s speech was too verbose. It has been cut down for time. (it was)

Whatever the hell Robert Manion was doing backstage

“honestly the Brant chant is one of the most humiliating things *laughter* that will and continues to happen in my life. And the fact that I’ve already had to experience it once in this run…” “i missed the Brant chant?” “it already happened!” “Fuck!” “It’s consistently traumatizing and, a highlight for everyone else except me”

A Joe Walker interlude Part 1 and 2

Brian complaining that none of his characters are in the pop up book

joe walker’s sprained ankle, Meredith is sick and Dylan is just brushing his teeth

Now I have an explanation for Meredith’s ✌️

Home playing over everyone talking about their love for Starkid

#starkid homecoming #team starkid #turns out im still a sk stan huh 😔#posting this now bcs i just watched it and i know for a fact that my followers have no idea of what i'm talking about <3 #this is just me rambling bfr i go to sleep lol #my post

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itsblissfuloblivion · 5 years

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Torch - Chapter 3: November

A/N: We are one day late but it’s here! Get ready...

Love,

@fightfortherightsofhouseelves

@gryffindormischief

Also on FF and Ao3

Torch: a Hinny canon compliant multi-chaptered fic featuring HBP missing moments. Updates every first day of every month, from September 2019 to August 2020.

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Hallowe’en, for all he knows of it now, was a boring event during the first eleven years of Harry’s life. Dudley would gorge himself on candy, gather up his cronies to increase their usual levels of Harry-focused torment, and Harry would simply wait for the day to end like he did any other.

Since his first year at Hogwarts, the end of October has generally been a mix of angst and some sort of life-endangering drama. In between, the Hallowe’en feast at least provided some form of light hearted fun.

When October 30th dawned, Harry had been looking forward to a day spent playing quidditch and avoiding Hermione’s heavy handed comments about the importance of revising early and thoroughly. By the time the sun sets, Harry’s almost hoping Voldemort plans to finish what he started fifteen Hallowe’ens ago.

At least he would only have to tolerate another twenty-four hours of Ron’s moping.

It’s not enough that practice was shite and they’re basically about to be destroyed on the pitch in less than a week. Ron’s got to go all dramatic and say he plans to resign . Harry finds himself wondering if there’s an encouraging way to say he’d rather have shite Ron than deal with McLaggen’s diva attitude.

After supper in the Great Hall, Harry loses himself in the rush of students and eventually wanders into the courtyard - moonlit and delightfully abandoned.

Finally feeling like his brain has an opportunity for quiet , Harry drops down onto the ledge surrounding the fountain and throws his arm over his eyes.

His spine pops a bit at being stretched so absolutely but in that good ‘am I creepy to enjoy this’ way.

Water spray tickles his bare skin, a touch icy despite whatever charms keep it from freezing over and Harry almost feels he could drift off. And maybe he does, until a throat clears and draws him from his funk.

Craning his neck only enough to identify the interloper, Harry finds Ginny Weasley eyeing him with a raised brow. “Don’t think pneumonia will get you out of this game.”

“Imagine if Oliver Wood heard I skipped out for a less than deadly ailment.”

Ginny laughs and wanders closer as Harry pushes himself into a sitting position and muses, “He’d probably be more disappointed I’ve let the Gryffindor team fall into such a state.”

Shrugging, Ginny picks at her fingernails and says, “Are you telling me Wood never lead a bad practice? You can’t put everyone’s performance on yourself. It’s up to us at some point, yeah?”

Harry glances up and meets Ginny’s gaze, so confident and strong when he recalls her blushing looks his first year.

Hell, she’s confident and strong on any litmus test and Harry can’t help but be bolstered by her words, ready to fight another day so to speak.

While he considers some new tactics to implement - on the field and in a more mental preparation type way - Harry finds he doesn’t feel the need to drop his eyes from Ginny’s.

And she hasn’t either.

It’s almost tangible, the feeling building in his chest. So much that he almost wishes it was mutual. Until he remembers Dean and severs the connection.

“Thanks, Gin.”

Her smile is small, but real enough. “Anytime Harry.”

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By November 2nd, Harry’s so fed up with Ron and his constant fuming and grouching around, he’s almost willing to forget the past six years of friendship for the two minutes he’d need to properly bitchslap his best mate.

Seeing that nobody (maybe except Ginny) would regard such behaviour as captain-y, Harry sighs and sucks it up. There’s a match they must win today after all. So he pretends his little old hand slips with a dash of lucky potion exactly when Hermione happens to be looking. Oops.

At least now Ron’s chuffed and his ego oiled and pampered enough to pull some actual Keeping out of him. Harry can see it in the way Ron walks, prances, struts his way to the pitch - and he shakes his head and smiles. The match is certainly theirs.

It’s only when Harry catches a glimpse of red from the corner of his eye, rapidly obstructed by broader, less delightful Dean-shaped figure hovering over her for his own version of Felix Felicis: a kiss from Ginny.

Something inside Harry’s chest growls dangerously and he draws a long, shuddering breath to silence it. Not the time, he thinks.

Jaw set and hardened, Harry trots together with the Gryffindor team, entering the pitch in roaring, thundering applause. It’s deafening.

And they do win - how could they not? It’s exhilarating, and the whole team gathers in a spine-numbing hug around Harry, and Ron’s so proud and glowing the knowledge that this win is his as much as any of the others’.

Until Hermione just can’t help herself and confronts Harry so he admits, figures it’s safe to let Ron know it was all him now. No Felix, only him. But of course he finds a way to turn his win into a kick to his ego, it’s Ron.

Looking at his best mates hurt and mad, at Ginny disappearing with Dean, at his team chanting their way back to the castle in the midst of happy shouts from their fellow Gryffindors, Harry can’t bring himself to feel too excited. There’s an annoying voice at the back of his mind whispering that the worst is yet to come.

Dumbledore should just hire him to co-teach Divination with Trelawny and Firenze because it seems he’s a natural at it. Exactly as he feared, things do take a new, ugly turn just when he relaxes enough to forget about the looming danger of his best mates jumping at each other’s throats and Ginny points out that Ron’s already jumped - but not at Hermione and in a totally different way than Harry’s imagined.

Ron and Lavender. Lavender and Ron. All Harry can do is blink and...blink some more. Talk about unexpected.

The door to the Common Room slams shut and Harry closes his eyes tightly, silently curses Ron and slips out after Hermione, unnoticed. It’s hard seeing her like this, heart broken and crying all alone. Harry tries his best to support her, but he knows it’s useless...If he allows himself three seconds of honesty, he’d actually tell her that he’d been feeling the same for awhile. So they sit next to each other in silence, the sad and the broken.

Until Ron barges in, Lavender in a fit of giggles in his wake and Hermione looks more mad than Harry’s ever seen her. The insane, pained look in her eyes - it’s terrifying.

And she curses him, and Harry catches the shock on his best friend’s face before the birds hit and the pain sets in.

What a mess.

Later, when he says goodbye to Hermione in the Common Room, Harry climbs the stairs to his dorm feeling bereft, opens the door and readies himself for another blow.

But Dean’s inside, head leaning towards Seamus. It seems like Harry’s interrupted an important talk because both boys jump a bit when he walks in. Still, Harry pays them no mind and rushes out through the door, Cloak securely in his pocket.

“What the fuck.”

Harry grins. There’s only one mouth who could’ve said that, belonging to only one person who could’ve guessed there’s someone attempting to sneak out of the Gryffindor Tower invisibly.

“Hello to you too,” Harry bumps Ginny’s elbow from under the Cloak.

“Going incognito, are we?” Ginny arches an eyebrow, looking somewhere in Harry’s general direction.

“Too much drama, had to hide.”

She pretends to sigh, “Ah, well, I was about to hit the kitchen for some hot milk with cinnamon but don’t let me stop your little undercover mission.”

It’s an invitation to food and mischief and Harry’s not about to let it slip by.

“Lead on.”

Ginny does grin, satisfied and raises her palms to feel around her, “Make way, I’m coming in.”

“You sure it’s enough space for the both of us?” Harry teases.

She takes one look at him and shrugs.

“Not my fault if that bum of yours got too big. You should really cut down on your treacle tart intake.”

Harry pouts and tickles her mercilessly in return. His fingers play over her middle, tickling everywhere as she laughs and dances away from him, Cloak fluttering around them but Harry doesn’t care. All he wants now is her laugh, loud and boisterous, and Ginny...Ginny, with her freckled face and blazing look, Ginny laughing in his arms as they’re hidden in plain sight. Ginny.

He doesn’t have the map, but by now sneaking to the kitchens is something he could do in his sleep. Overall, it feels nice to be doing something stealthy for reasons related to treacle tart and impressing a girl rather than investigating the dark activities of your classmates.

The journey from the common room passes quickly as Ginny murmurs cheeky stories about each of the portraits; likely made up and all the more fun for it. When he tickles the pear and slips inside behind Ginny, Dobby is immediately on them, nearly knocking Harry over as he tucks the Invisibility Cloak away.

Ginny grins at Harry over Dobby’s head as they’re ushered to one of the long tables and seated with much prodding from the house elf’s spindly fingers. As has become something of a custom, Dobby praises Harry to an excessive degree and with Ginny as witness, he can’t help but blush.

Once they’ve requested treacle tart and warm milk to go along with it, Dobby departs with a flap of his ears and Ginny nudges Harry. “Eleven year old me would be so disappointed.”

“Because I’m quite boring and sneak about to get treats?”

Ginny laughs. “No - that would’ve been a selling feature. I mean young Ginny fancied herself your biggest fan, but it appears she’s been overtaken.”

Grinning, Harry props his chin on his hand and for some reason decides now will be the time he’s finally able to wink without looking like he’s got something in his eyes. Based on Ginny’s stifled chuckles, he doesn’t succeed, but he can’t really hate anything that raises that smile on her face.

Dobby returns, deposits their plates and mugs on the table, and disappears off to manage something or other while Harry cuts two healthy slices from the fresh tart. “He’s never given me a singing card though.”

And then, to Harry’s everlasting joy, Ginny actually blushes and stalls for time by taking a sip so overlarge she begins coughing almost instantly. He rises, ready to slap her back or do any manner of things to set her right - even the torture of a purely medical press of his lips to hers - but she soon recovers.

Ginny swipes the tears from her eyes with a sigh. “That was not nice.”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m both deluded and a delinquent.”

“Is that a quote from Umbridge or Skeeter?” Ginny asks around a bite of treacle.

“Joke’s on you, it was Snape,” Harry shoots back, taking a long sip of his milk.

“Well if the supreme potions master turned defense against the dark arts teacher says so it must be true,” Ginny drawls, placing air quotes around defense .

Harry pushes his glasses up, more for something to do than from genuine need, and nibbles on a bit of crust. “D’you trust him?”

Her smile is sad now, even as her eyes bore into his. “I find the number of people I genuinely trust gets smaller and smaller with each passing year. You’re probably the only person I would say that to.”

“Dunno if my agreement is a vote of confidence in the intelligence of your judgment,” Harry mutters, picking at his tart.

Scoffing, Ginny tosses a serviette in his face and cuts another sliver for herself. “Stuff it, you know you’re brilliant. I came here for sweets, not to fluff your ego so you turn into a preening arsehole,” she grins at the end, her lips twisted in a dangerous smile, “ Speaking of my brother -”

“He and Hermione may end me before ol’ Moldy-shorts.”

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“Not like it’s any of my business,” Harry drawls, turning a page of the Prince’s book, “But shouldn’t you tell him?”

“And what exactly should I be telling who?” Hermione volleys right back, tone a little waspish.

Harry draws in a breath, already regretting he’s opened the subject - but they are in the library and if he’s forced to spend another hour with Hermione looking at Ron out of the corner of her eye and Ron looking back at her from two tables away, where he’s studying with Lavender and Parvati, he’s pretty positive he’ll basically move in with Hagrid.

“Ron. Why don’t you just tell Ron that you’re sorry?”

Hermione slams her book shut, looks at Harry dangerously.

“Whatever should I be sorry for?”

“Does it even matter?” Harry answers, clipped. “Look, Hermione,” he pauses and sighs, “the two of you are my best mates and it’s difficult watching you angsting around instead of talking and, you know, sorting things out.”

“Well then,” Hermione jumps to her feet like an angry cat, “I will go angst somewhere else then.”

Harry can hear her stomping out of the library, completely ignoring Madam Pince or anyone else for that matter. With one last look at Ron, Harry lays his forehead on the old battered book, removes his glasses and closes his eyes. Why is having feelings so complicated?

When Harry finally convinces himself that there’ll be no more studying in the real sense of the word for the day, he throws all his stuff in his bag, takes another look at Ron’s ginger head, hoping he’d somehow manage to telepathically convey that he’s acting a bit like a git for the wrong reasons, then trots out of the library, the castle, and down towards Hagrid’s.

Later, when he’s gorged himself on Hagrid’s special rock cakes and he’d drank enough hot tea to keep the cold outside at bay, Harry finally starts to feel better. It’s nice near the fire, Fang resting his big head on his lap as Harry scratches him between the ears.

“I heard Ron’s with Lavender, eh?” Hagrid starts, dropping on the seat next to Harry, his pink apron fluttering about him.

Harry raises one eyebrow, but grins, “News travel at the speed of light, then.”

“We professors know more than you kids think,” he chuckles pleased.

There’s a pause, interrupted only by Fang’s deep snores.

“How’s Hermione?”

Harry studies him intently before he answers.

“She’s been better, I suppose.”

“Ye know, Harry, I like Ron. He’s a good lad, but sometimes he’s not too smart,” Hagrid stares into the dancing flames of the fire and shakes his head, dark hair falling down in rings around his big, kind face.

“Why do you say that?”

“Yer a smart boy, ye’ll figure it out,” Hagrid winks. “And Hermione too, she ain’t the brightest witch o’ her age for nothing. They are somethin’ , those redheads. Right, Harry?” He goes on to chuckle and Harry can feel himself blush.

Yet he pretends he didn’t understand, finds a good enough excuse to leave and drags his feet back to the castle in the near dark of an end of day, his bag full with rock cakes and untouched homework.

He falls asleep that night holding the Marauder’s Map, eyes boring into Ginny’s dot, waiting for it to move and return to the Common Room, to at least exit the classroom it shared with Dean’s dot for the past hour. Ironic, if Ron only knew there was only one wall between himself and his sister…

Harry’s last thought before he dreams is of Hermione and how lucky she is not to have a magical Map.

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Over time, one of the strangest things Harry’s realized about his life - which seems quite adventurous to an outsider - is that it’s filled with long stretches of normalcy. The difficulty that is singular to his particular situation, is that even the most calm, boring, normal times feel like borrowed minutes that will turn sour and deadly at any moment.

Living with this sort of dichotomy of feelings leaves him to sleepless or fitful nights, and often a sour stomach that can’t quite manage to settle. As a result, his today breakfast is a sparse affair with barely buttered toast and a cup of tea so strong his spoon could stand.

Overall, when he takes a figurative step back and examines himself, Harry can admit he’s having something of a pity party. His best mates are quarreling like a couple on the verge of divorce, the girl he should think of like a sister is haunting his daydreams in decidedly non sisterly ways, everyone seems to be dating except him, and most days he’s torn between avoiding seeing Ginny and Dean or Ron and Lavender.

Really though, the thing he feels the most angry about is the fact that he really doesn’t have the luxury to dwell on any of that shite. He’s bloody sixteen years old and instead of spending his free time escaping the library and mooning over a girl who fancied him until right about when he...did not. He does not .

Regardless, the point is he’s spending most days diving into a genocidal maniac’s childhood and trying to determine exactly how his classmate is going to wreak dark magic havoc on the unsuspecting student body, rather than wallowing like a good, normal, angsty teenager.

So he does the only thing he knows. After breakfast, Harry manages to wedge himself between students and slip from the hall and out onto the grounds. Nothing like a good fly to calm his wild thoughts, he muses on the way.

He reaches the stands in record time, retrieves his broom and feels it hum to life in his palm, and finally trots out to the snowy pitch. Only to find he’s not the only student with the idea.

And as he watches her fly in graceful arcs across the sky, swirling and sending her hair twisting like a wild red pennant, Harry’s chest clenches.

She flips upside down, arms spread as she lets out a loud whoop and Harry feels himself breathe freely, even if just for a moment, and slips back into the shadows.

#itsblissfulbolivion writes #itsblissfuloblivion #torch #harry x ginny #hinny #hinny fic #ron x hermione #romione #hbp fic #torch chapter 3 #torch november

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natsspammityspamspamham · 4 years

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I just spent the evening reading about movies that I will never watch. I guess it was a way to destress and not worry about whatever lies ahead of me. And let’s just say, my ability to decipher what is and isn’t a horror/thriller movie needs a bit of work so I will not be sleeping tonight.

The following are the ones that I remember after I closed my incognito tabs.

I read about a movie called Hereditary which sounded familiar and got applause for good acting somewhere, and I will now not be sleeping thanks to my nose still recovering and my simultaneous fear of whatever I just read from the film’s summary.

Next on the list is Amour which is a French film about an elderly couple, and while it said it was tragic and a romance, I assumed that old age would kill people off. I guess not. Oh well, I explained it to my mom who wasn’t even fazed by the idea of an old man who smothered his own wife who’d been left grief-stricken by a stroke because “everyone has their limits”. My mind just went “oh no” at that very moment.

Prisoners is a film with Hugh Jackman and Jake Gyllenhaal which is a crime mystery thriller which is just an absolute rollercoaster. Yes, I spoiled it for myself. Yes, I’m an idiot, but I’m also not going to put in over two hours of my life into a movie that doesn’t end well. I’m just surprised that they weren’t mentioned that year during the Oscars because Hugh Jackman sent chills down my spine during one of the scenes that I saw (seriously, I’m being constantly reminded of how far a parent will go for their child *cough* Three Billboards Outside Ebbing Missouri just so happened to be a ride from start to end)

Uh, next is Joker. I knew this was a psychological thriller, so I only watched one scene. It was pretty good. I was genuinely like “I don’t know how to feel about this but I am intrigued...”

Shoplifters is a film from Japan that also got my attention. I might actually check that out. It reminds me a little of Parasite.

Burning is a Korean film based on a short story by Haruki Murakami. It basically modernizes the idea of a pyromaniac going around and smoking weed while burning more than just the weed. Money just doesn’t make a good person... obviously. Love triangles are a waste of time and mind.

The Grand Budapest Hotel also looks really funny and good, and I like the idea of Voldemort’s actor not having his nose CGI’ed out. Lady Bird is another one I might watch because of that scene where the girl’s mom goes, “the way your work ethic is, you’re going to go to community college, jail, then back to community college”

I want to watch Good Will Hunting too, but I would probably end up curled in a ball. The Theory of Everything is another movie too, but I lost my chance to see it after I was one of two or so people who voted to see it versus some other movie during school. I’m a very boring person.

#movies

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elliemarchetti · 4 years

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Somewhere to Start (part 13)

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Hermione threw her arms around Harry’s neck under Viktor’s amused gaze. It was he who had advised her, just before leaving, to tell him everything she wanted to say during the holidays as soon as she saw him and although he probably didn’t mean in that sense, Hermione felt compelled to tell him immediately that it wasn’t her fault if she hadn't been able to tell him anything important for a whole month.

"Let him breathe, Hermione." said Ron with a big smile. As soon as she saw him she realized that he had grown several inches taller, making him more crouched than ever, even though his long nose, bright red hair and freckles were the same. Still radiant, Hermione let go of Harry and devoted her attention to Viktor, who had been waiting patiently.

"They don’t let you participate?" she asked and he shook his head. After all, he wasn’t an official member, although she suspected he wanted to become one. Of course, a branch of the Order in Bulgaria, and above all who had friends in Durmstrang, could’ve been useful but it wasn’t her job to make those kinds of decisions. Furthermore, they had to consider his young age and the fact that he was a public figure: wherever he sided, he would’ve been at risk, so perhaps it was better if he limited himself to being an incognito collaborator, especially now that the new Quidditch season was about to begin.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" Viktor asked, but Hermione shook her head. Ron was talking with Harry, who mechanically stroked Hedwig's head, and she was certain that he would be able to handle by himself his friend’s explosive fury: now that she knew he was fine the only thing she wanted was to get out of that wet and dark house and forget for a moment that they were all in danger, she more than anyone else, second, perhaps, only to Harry.

They didn't come back for dinner, and judging by the sulkiness they met at its end it was a fortune, but when Viktor accompanied Hermione back at a time that even Mrs. Weasley would have considered decent, the house’s owner, Sirius Black himself, the infamous murderer still wanted who had actually served a sentence for a crime he never committed, offered him to stay for the night, claiming that the next day it would be convenient for them a little help with the Doxies, although the boy suspected that he was waiting for nothing more than to hear from the world outside those depressing four walls. Viktor agreed, mainly to spend as much time as possible with Hermione before she returned to Hogwarts, but deep in his heart he also wanted to help in any way possible the cause that defended those he cared for so ardently, despite all the risks. Definitely spending time with them and taking care of the most boring tasks, such as making their headquarters more accessible and look more like a home, was a good way to make himself known and demonstrate that he wasn’t only a Quidditch star they couldn’t trust because he had attended Durmstrang; just as had happened with Hermione he wanted to demonstrate that he had things to say and far deeper interests than could imagine. In addition, his public figure could’ve helped, if things had become more complicated with the Daily Prophet: with the start of the season he would’ve released a bunch of unnecessary interviews for a myriad of newspapers and if they had asked questions where he could put Harry or Dumbledore under a good light he wouldn’t hesitate to do so. On the other hand, if Hermione seemed to like his presence she didn’t seem as convinced of the idea that he could join the Order because every time he spoke to Black or Kingsley she gave him long worried looks but didn’t dare ask for anything, probably worried that any discussion could ruin what was between them just before they had to part ways for the end of the holidays. In fact, in addition to all the issues related to the Order and the return of Voldemort and Harry's safety, there were other questions that had to be asked before they became the elephant in the room, as what they were after they had passed a whole month together or other more physical issues. Some time had passed since the last time they kissed, not because they didn't want to do it but because they both didn't seem to know when the time was right. Viktor was certain that Hermione had never had a boyfriend, she had been the one to tell him and Potter had confirmed, and although he had had some slightly more intense fling with none he had shared the daily life that he was sharing with her, which he would miss a lot once she left for Hogwarts. He tried to enjoy it to the fullest as they cleared the glass bookcases in the afternoon; it was a job that required concentration, because many objects seemed somewhat reluctant to leave their dusty shelves. Black got a bad bite from a silver snuffbox, which one of the Weasley twins stole immediately. They also found a silver-looking tool, a sort of tweezers with many legs, which climbed up Potter's arm like a spider and tried to pierce his skin. His godfather grabbed it and crushed it with a heavy volume, while Ginny got rid of a music box that once loaded emitted a clinking and vaguely sinister music that made everyone feel strangely weak and sleepy. Subsequently, everyone tried to open a heavy medallion found by Hermione, in vain, while Viktor analyzed a number of ancient seals and a dusty box containing an Order of Merlin, First Class, on behalf of Sirius' grandfather for "services rendered to the Ministry", which he explained was just a pile of gold before throwing it in the garbage. The house elf, who never stopped calling Hermione Mudblood, to Viktor's extreme annoyance, crept into the room several times and tried to steal objects by hiding them under the white skirt and mumbling terrible curses whenever he was surprised. When his master tore a large gold ring with the Black coat of arms from his grip he even burst into tears of anger and left the room sobbing softly and apostrophizing the reason of his misery with words that Viktor had never heard before, and in Bulgaria and on the Quidditch fields he had learned several insults.

"It belonged to my father," explained the rightful owner, throwing the ring in the bag. "Kreacher wasn't as devoted to him as he was to my mother, but last week I caught him kissing a pair of his old pants."

Everyone laughed at the idea, and even the eyes of that man who must have suffered the pains of hell in Azkaban brightened for a brief moment.

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