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heliads · 3 years ago

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Hi there! I really love your work, you are so talented and i wanted to send in a request for some time now so,could I possibly ask for a george weasley imagine?🥰

How about this: Reader (a slytherin) gets caught up in one of the pranks devised by the twins. Given the fact that they are dating George, an agreement was made where the reader doesn't become a victim of the serious pranks they play on slytherins. This time an accident happened and something of theirs got destroyed (anything you want-but with great emotional value). Reader is tired of always being supportive,patient and loving while not receiving the same amount of emotions from their peers back. Reader tells George they need a break. -sad, angst and hopefully a fluff ending cause I'm a sucker for happy endings🥺

Thank you so much and it's totally okay if you don't want to do it💛

yes yes yes i would never pass up a chance for angst

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You don’t know that you’ve ever seen your boyfriend look more suspicious in your life. The two of you are supposed to be having a normal study session in one of the louder corners of the library, but he’s long since left off even pretending to glance at his textbooks. Instead, he keeps frantically scribbling something on a scrap of parchment that’s already been jinxed so no one can read the words but him.

At last, you give up your Potions essay and crumple up an excess piece of parchment into a ball, lobbing it at your boyfriend for the pure joy of seeing it bounce off his coppery hair. George Weasley gasps in horror, although it does nothing to quiet your laugh.

“Rude, Y/N,” he says, hand clasped to his chest in the throes of mock betrayal, “I can’t believe you’d attack me like this. I thought we were supposed to have a nice afternoon together.”

“I thought so too,” you comment while shooting an obvious look towards the hidden scrap of parchment in front of George, “but you’ve been a little distracted. What’s that about?”

George considers the paper, then sighs melodramatically. “Alright, alright. Let’s just say that Fred and I have a little something planned for later tonight.”

You learn forward, feeling a familiar prick of excitement take its marks at your chest. George and Fred are notorious for their mad genius, something you’ve long since learned to appreciate in your time at Hogwarts. “Don’t tell me you’ve already got another prank lined up. We’ve barely recovered from the last one.”

George holds a teasing finger up to his lips. “Not a word, Y/N. It’s supposed to be a secret, you know.”

At your exasperated expression, he relents. “Perhaps we’re planning something after all. No one’s supposed to know about it, though.”

George lets his gaze stray towards the emerald lining of your robes, and you understand at once. “No telling anyone from my house, you mean?”

To say that it came as a surprise when George Weasley of all people started dating a Slytherin is an understatement. It practically caused a Gryffindor civil war until Fred had to talk to everyone and convince them it was alright. Yes, you’ve been a Slytherin since that Sorting Hat touched your head back in first year, and yes, you love George with every iota of the twisted, blackened heart everyone seems to think you have. No, those two facts don’t have to contradict each other.

You never planned on falling for George, but you’ve been plummeting to the depths of your crush for a while now. Truth be told, were it not for the long and proud Weasley tradition of being lionhearted and red-cloaked until the day they die, you wouldn’t be surprised if George himself might have been sorted into Slytherin. Perhaps there’s an alternate universe far from here where house ties don’t matter quite as much, and the Weasley Twins could be allowed to realize their full ambitious potential alongside your cunning counterparts.

This world, however, is daring enough as it is. George likes that you never try to silence a single one of his dreams, and you like that he’s willing to spill a thousand souls’ worth of ideas out to you every night. Loving him is living like you’ve never known it. Your house may set you up to win, but George makes you want the stakes to be even higher than before. You cannot have one or the other, you’ve always been raised to want a little more than the average saint.

That’s not to say that the fact that you’re a Slytherin and George is a pureblood Gryffindor hasn’t ever caused a clash. As much as you hate to admit it, Gryffindor and Slytherin will have it out for each other until the end of days. So, whenever George and Fred launch another one of their infamous pranks, the Slytherin students are usually the ones they target the most.

You’ve been trying to get George to change this, but it’s a slow and rocky hill to die on. You’ve argued a thousand times that it would be best if he could make sure his pranks impact all the Hogwarts houses equally, and he certainly has gotten better about that over time, but you don’t know that even your love is enough to truly make him change.

You’re safe, though. That was George’s primary clause. No matter the prank, he either tells you about it first or makes sure that you won’t be affected by a single spell. He’s not about to risk his relationship with you, even if he gets the perfect shot at your house. You’re perfectly fine with that, too. Why mess up your boots stepping over a battalion of hexes if you can avoid it?

Besides, no matter how much you’d rather spare your house a little of Gryffindor’s ire, you don’t want to let the pranks come in between you and George. Not once, not ever. That’s why you pretend not to see how Slytherin chafes every time the Weasley twins launch another magical crusade, and you always focus on the majesty of their creativity instead of anything else. It’s not hard to do, the pranks truly are impressive. You just wish you didn’t feel a knife splitting you from your house every time you look the other way.

Still, you’re happy with George. He makes you feel far more important than a pureblood’s history book. You’d be lying to say that some part of you hasn’t always wondered what it would be like to live the way he does, all snapping teeth through laughing grins and a thousand spells not even the most experienced wizards have thought to touch.

So, you don’t press George for details on his latest prank, and instead just smile knowingly to yourself. You’ll see the aftereffects of his shenanigans soon enough, and you’ve never had to worry about what happens. George keeps you safe, he always does. There is no reason to doubt that he would do anything else.

You bid your boyfriend goodbye soon enough, after gathering up your books and quills. He walks you to the very edge of the dungeons so he can talk with you for as long as possible. The stone walls are cold around here, so George kisses you before he goes, leaving you breathless and feeling far more fiery than you had a few seconds before. It is perfect.

Once inside the Slytherin common room, you take up a position by the fireplace with your other friends. They tease you accordingly about skipping out on them to spend time with George yet again, although there’s no malice behind their words. Your friends have long since accepted that George makes you happy, and that in turn makes them happy. That doesn’t spare you from playful accusations that your soul should be torn in half if you were to marry a Gryffindor, however.

A quiet evening slips into a quiet night, and you find yourself distracted from the conversation. Glancing around the Slytherin common room, you can’t help but feel a wave of comfort wash over you. This place is your home, after all, the mahogany carvings and fantastically embroidered green silk call your name as soothingly as a parent.

It is your contemplative study that permits you to be aware of the second the glass cracks. There is a massive bay of windows at the far end of the common room, it looks out into the Great Lake on campus. Every year, freshmen swear they can see mermaids curving through the depths, but right now you spot something even more shocking: hairline fractures weaving themselves across the surface of the glass sheets. Your brow furrows, and you’ve just opened your mouth to point out this anomaly to your friends when it all shatters.

Looking back, it isn’t as bad as you first thought. The entire window didn’t collapse, only pinprick holes in a specific pattern. What it seems like in the beginning, though, is a tidal wave that suddenly pours into the common room, and it’s hard to realize anything through the shrieks of students who have been suddenly drenched by gray-green water.

You’re on your feet in a matter of moments, joining the surge of Slytherins all scrambling to figure out something to do. The Prefects and older students walk towards the punctured windows, whipping out their wands and starting to murmur spells to stop the flood of water. You help them too, and soon enough the cracks have been sealed once more, although there’s still a pattern etched into the glass where the breaks had once been. It seems to be in the shape of a letter ‘W’ with a star on the right tip.

It makes you sick to your stomach, even as water continues to slosh against your ankles and shins. Someone’s starting to get rid of that, too, but it feels like all you can do is stare at the hair-thin etching. You know who did this, don’t you? He was talking to you about a new prank just an hour or so ago. You think you know what it is now.

A third-year shouts that the boys’ and girls’ dorms had the same thing happen to their windows, and you race up the stairs, going door by door to help stop most of the damage. You stop by your year’s dorm room soon enough, and feel your entire body ache with horror as you look at the aftermath of all that water.

It gets cold down here in the dungeons, so you’d had a quilt from home stretched out across your bed. It was a beautiful emerald green, made for you by your grandmother with the magic of generations of your family. It had been your favorite thing on this earth other than your wand, but it’s in ruins now. The once pristine stitches have grown waterlogged, the colors leaching away as you watch.

The quilt has been yours for quite a long time, and the water forces itself into every wound that time has dealt the fabric, shriveling and staining wherever it can. Perhaps if the seams hadn’t been quite so worn, if the cloth hadn’t received quite so much use, the water wouldn’t have been able to deal this much damage. If you hadn’t loved the quilt as deeply as you have, it might have survived.

You stare at it uncomprehendingly. There are no existing patterns to remake it, and the fabrics have long since stopped being produced. This was all you had, and it’s now gone. Your friends from your year appear in the doorway, and you watch them go through similar bouts of grief for books, photos, mementos that have now been too damaged by water to function properly anymore.

You swallow hard. “How do we fix all of this?”

One of your friends turns to look at you, and you shrink beneath the weight of her stare. “You tell me, Y/N. The one who did this was your boyfriend.”

That should cut, you think, and it does on some level, but you’re already feeling so betrayed and useless that you hardly feel the blood leave you.

Instead, you shake your head. “Not for long.”

George Weasley looks surprised when you slam the dripping, wrecked mass of what had once been your grandmother’s quilt down onto the table in front of him. Word has not yet gotten out about the prank, the Slytherins always keep to themselves even through catastrophe, but George knows. His eyes have already started to color with guilt.

“What is this?” He asks, voice deceptively casual.

You look at him coolly. “You tell me. Does this look like your protection, your safety? Whatever happened to making sure I was never affected by your pranks?”

George’s eyes widen now that he’s had final confirmation that this is his fault. “Y/N– this wasn’t supposed to happen–”

Your voice is strong where his is not, deadly cold. “No, it wasn’t, was it? Yet it did. You already walked me down to the door of my common room today so you could scout out the place one last time before the prank started, I’m surprised you messed it up this badly. I mean, what did you even think was going to happen? You’d flood our dorms and we’d all laugh about it?”

George quails beneath the sheer fury in your gaze. “It wasn’t supposed to be that much, I swear. Only the common room. None of the personal possessions were supposed to be damaged.”

You fold your arms across your chest. “Yeah, that might have happened. Only problem is that none of us can spare a single spell towards our own stuff because we’re trying to fix our own common room. I can’t believe you. Usually, you at least pretend your work is funny, but this? This is cruel. I want no part of this.”

George lurches to his feet, a look of dread in his eyes when he realizes what you mean. “Y/N, what are you saying?”

You scoff. “Merlin, do I have to spell everything out for you? I’m sick of this. Sick of feeling like I always have to pick you over my house. You want to dedicate your life to making all Slytherins miserable? Fine, but I’m a Slytherin too. I have spent months making sure that you’ll be able to have your pranks and me, that you’ll never feel the slightest bit of guilt for hurting my friends. I’m done with that. If you want to suddenly develop a conscience, you’ll have to do that without me holding your hand.”

George rears back. “Stop trying to make me a monster, Y/N. I’m not like that.”

“Oh, but I am, aren’t I?” You say. “I’m a Slytherin, and you’ll never be able to deal with that if it ever comes between you and your pranks. Tell you what, George, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. Do what you will, but I’m not helping you anymore.”

You start to turn around, and George shouts desperately at your back. “So what now? You’re breaking up with me because of one prank?”

“No,” you proclaim with shoulders still raised, “I’m breaking up with you because of all of them. I want no more of this, George. I want no more of you.”

He doesn’t try to keep you back after that, and you walk away, ruined quilt in hand. The Slytherin common room is still trying to put itself back together, and you join the masses in casting spell after spell without another word. You can see your friends shooting each other stunned looks out of the corner of your eye, but they must be able to tell what you’ve done, because they stand by you without another word.

The friend who’d confronted you earlier holds out her hand for your quilt. “I’ve learned a few spells about repelling water in the last half hour,” she says, “Let me see what I can do.”

You hand the damaged wad of fabric over to her without another word. She smiles at you tentatively, and after a second, you smile back. Your house is your family, it always will be, and family has your back. That’s what George doesn’t get about why he can’t just separate you out from the other Slytherins: there is no them and you, just one great group of people. You’re not leaving them, but you are leaving him.

It takes a while to put the Slytherin common room back together. The teachers help out once they learn of what’s happened, and after a few days, you’d never know anything happened. The ‘W’ is gone from the windows, and all is back to normal.

All is normal, that is, except for you and George. You refuse to even look at him, and stalk past groups of Gryffindors without a backward glance, despite his numerous attempts to call out to you. You don’t think he realized how serious you were about leaving him. Perhaps even you didn’t know how serious you were, but you’re sticking to it now. He doesn’t get to disrespect you and your friends like that and still have you on his arm after the dust settles.

That isn’t to say that you don’t miss him, though. You’ll be in class and absentmindedly turn to him to share a joke you’ve just thought of, only to remember that he’s across the room and trying his best to not stare at you. You keep acting on autopilot, walking halfway to the library before you realize that he won’t be waiting for you anymore.

The school is far more lonely without him, even without the entirety of Slytherin House at your back. You have always been too greedy when it comes to life, you want your bright sunshine and rainbows without the storms, the top grades in a class without the hours put into studying. You want George without the Hogwarts house divisions, a universe in which you can pick and choose everything you have ever loved. Even with all your blind ambitions, that’s still too much for the world to give you.

Still, that isn’t to say that George hasn’t been trying just as hard as you to reroute fate. You’re walking back to your common room after class one day when he appears by your side, a slight hitch in his step the only sign that he isn’t totally confident to approach you after everything.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says, voice a little too casual, “I’ve been wrong. Very wrong. Even before the prank.”

You shoot him a curious glance, but he keeps his gaze locked dead ahead. After a moment, he continues on.

“I can’t expect you to put up with me unfairly targeting your house. It’s not like you stop being a Slytherin when you’re with me, and I can’t treat you in that way. I want you to know that I’ve talked to Fred and we’re going to back off. Everyone gets hit or no one does. That’s how it should always have been.”

You nod carefully. “And what about the rest of your house? What do they say to that?”

“Well,” Fred says, something almost like a smile pricking at his lips, “My friend Lee Jordan said that I could join Slytherin myself if it meant I would stop moping about. Apparently, I’m really bringing down the vibe of the whole house.”

That makes you laugh, even though you try to silence the sound as soon as it comes out. You can see George’s stature shift once you do, relaxing imperceptibly.

“You were right, though. I never should have done any of that. It was too strong a prank. You don’t owe me your forgiveness, but I want you to know that I’m sorry. Really, truly sorry. That’s all.”

He starts to walk away, but you pick up your pace so you’re side by side again.

“I accept your apology,” you say, and George whips around to look at you at last.

“Really?” He asks, eyes alight with hope.

“Really,” you confirm. “I’ve missed you, George. All I needed to know is that you’d change, and you have. I never thought you would.”

“Neither did I,” George confesses, “but I realized that I’d do just about anything to get you back. Turns out it feels a lot better if I don’t lock myself up within all those house rivalries. There’s a lot less guilt.”

You smile. “See? What did I tell you?”

George laughs. “You were right as always. I’ll never dare to doubt you again.”

He’s grinning, though, and you are too.

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seelestia · 3 years ago

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i will feed you all the ayato brainrots and you can’t stop me, this is your fate when you signed the contract to be my adopted cousin /hj

hehehe that does sound like ayalia alright!! and mwahaha i know you love your nobleman!au >:D

THE CRACK ROUTE OF YOU HEABUTTING AYATO LMAO I ADORE THAT SO MUCH and tbh i can't blame you i mean if zhongli does that with that voice of his i would break his nose with my hard skull and get a concussion myself-

his fangirls would be so jealous because it’s so apparent that he favors you. he sees you walking down the hallways and he’ll drop everything to suavely slide onto your path, ask you about your day and offers to help you carry your books to your destination. oh, you’re with a friend? he’ll introduce himself politely (as if there’s anyone in the school who doesn’t know of him) and starts assessing the situation - a potential foe? an ally that can be trusted? a neutral party he could use to his advantage? hmmmm.

when he discovers that one of the professors is your cousin, he probably tries to get brownie points from said teacher just so she can tell you how helpful and reliable he is lmao

ayato… he’s a slytherin in my book. he may not have grand ambitions but i feel like he wouldn’t exactly be opposed to use…. slightly underhanded means / something that defies rules, to secure what he wants? lol i’ve always thought of him as a cunning man… i agree that he’s definitely not a gryffindor tho! and heizou as gryffindor sounds fitting now that you said it!!

zhongli is…. uhmmm. ravenclaw vibes just bc i can see him pursuing knowledge above all things, and the other houses just doesn't seem to fit him. there might be a slight slytherin there, maybe on his younger days? xiao is a total hufflepuff methinks!! kazuha… i’m torn between gryffindor and hufflepuff. and al haitham = ravenclaw, but then again i have yet to finish the archon quest so i’m probably wrong-

I MEAN WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING ME TO SAY YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER /J the darn beatdrop and the erhu and guzheng(?) are just. top tier 💯✨❤️ and yes orchestral music is just so. hngggg. i wish i can go to a live orchestra properly one day!!!

it is… i’m down bad…. he’s so. sljfklsjdflksd. i’m always weak for deep/calm sounding voices ;;;; dps zhongli is… okay (his meteor hits 31k last i checked but i have yet to assemble all the artifacts, i heard from my brother a full dps zhongli's meteor can hit like 80k??) xiao still does more dmg with his ult in total since he can plunge several times. i can never tire of zhongli’s eb cutscene & voicelines tho hehehe

soft men on his wedding day is just <3 all the stress in planning it out was worth it, ayato thinks as he sees you in your wedding dress... for that moment he's convinced he's the happiest man in the whole world <3 <3 i still can't decide if i want to see zhongli in a full decked suit or traditional chinese wedding outfit.....

LOL we’ll see. i mean i’m not in the mood for angst 24/7, who knows, you might get a fluffy request~

YES AND SEEING THEM BREAK DOWN BC THE LOVE OF THEIR LIFE (ME) SUFFERS? EXQUISITE. INCREDIBLE. DELECTABLE. 👌🏻💘 i swear i’m sane

the shenanigans of zhongli and his shield lmao oh i keep forgetting about the azhdaha photoshoot gotta go do that soon too!!

if i have to persevere sm ayato brainrots until death in order to stay as your cousin, then so be it. *clenches fists* no because see??? we'd break their noses or give them a concussion on accident 😭 sorry, loves, it's just a fight or flight instinct, nothing personal. <//3 (/j)

ayato just lives to see the reaction on your face; the twists and turns of your eyebrows as they frown, the way your lips would hesitate to ask him "why?", how you'd avert your gaze from him. if studying you were a subject, he would excel with such flying colors professor raiden would've raised an astonished eyebrow at him. FJKEKDJFK. i am no longer here. head empty, prefect!ayato only 🚶

rin jie, i warn you, do not let ayato see you around zhongli 🏃 because i can already feel the amused chuckles he'd hide behind his hand so politely while he makes an example from the lovesickness (simpness and we are proud /j) on your face. he'd tap his chin and say, "hmm... i wonder if one day, you'll look at me that way too?" but dw, i will never let him slander you. how dare he do that to my cousin??? know your place, pretty boy. 🤨 (/j)

true true~ the way ayato goes about things sometimes really gives off major slytherin energy. but thank goodness he uses those tactics of his to bring justice to light or just to mess light-heartedly with the people he loves 😭 i also love how in yae miko's voicelines, she actually called him an unpredictable rascal — okay, so ayato is one of the few students professor yae finds annoying, noted. (/j)

adding alhaitham to the trio??? i see, it's a quartet now 👀 yes, i 100% agree with you on zhongli as a ravenclaw !! i think geo vision and dendro vision holders are the same in the aspect of being extremely loyal and dedicated to their passion — but dendro allogenes lean more towards knowledge and some can be morally grey at times??? which is why i get slytherin vibes from alhaitham, personally! i like how the both of us are just here sorting these silly men into hogwarts houses like they're chibi figurines fjekskek

YEPP, xiao is definitely a hufflepuff. beneath that tough exterior of his, it feels like he just has an inexplicable inkling of innocence on the inside <//3 and for kazuha, i'm leaning towards hufflepuff for him??? he is a pacifist and more mellow than a gryffindor 🤔

uuuuu, good luck assembling artifacts for dps zhongli, rin jie !! i think i'm just gonna keep him as a shield support because i fought azhdaha with him on the team yesterday and i've never beaten that giant rock frog so fast before 😭 his current HP is 39k rn and idk if that's enough? how much HP would you and your brother recommend for a new zhongli haver??? asking for advice from fellow zhongli mains fjkekwkdk

ZHONGLI IN A TRADITIONAL CHINESE WEDDING OUTFIT. we already know the man looks good in suits, so to see him in a traditional chinese wedding outfit??? now, that is smth new 👀 allow me to be your wedding photographer 📸

praying that your fluffy mood switch stays on 24/7 during the period where my requests are open in the future. (/j) speaking of, what are your fav fanfic tropes??? for both fluff and angst 👀 i say this while i hold my fav angst tropes; unrequited love and right person, wrong time close to me. they may be basic, but when the love interest chooses smth over the protagonist like another person they love or a passion they can't give up on <//3 just the fact that the love you're willing to give your all for being inferior to smth else in the love interest's eyes pains me 🚶

RIGHT, THE PHOTOSHOOT. i actually tried taking a pic of azhdaha while fighting him with zhongli until the game told me i can't take pictures inside domains... no selfie with zhongli's friend then <//3 so, i had to make do with my recent victim, gimel aka geo hypostasis that i had to farm for after zhongli came home without warning — here, have some pictures taken before destruction! >:)

(ahh, true family bonding time <3 and the the way i had to keep my distance taking these because i'm scared it's gonna activate on me HRKLOFO)

#AND OML. I JUST NOTICED I ACTUALLY HAVEN'T FOLLOWED YOUR NEWEST WRITING BLOG YET??? I'M SO STUPID #no wonder i don't see you on my notifs HELSDOSODJ I AM ON MY WAY TO THE FOLLOW BUTTON >:)#i hope your day was good btw rin jie~#ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest rin! 💠

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writernomore · 5 years ago

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Two sides of the same coin.

Alright! So this is how it’s gonna go, I thought of this little somewhat scenario in my head with an Oc of mine, Where she’s like a long lost sister of Harry Potter where there is this prophecy about twins being separated and brought back together when the situation goes dire.

Summary: Y/n Brighton adopted daughter of a Muggle family has been accepted into Hogwarts a school for wizards and witches has lived a peaceful life before going to Hogwarts, all of that changes when she is accepted the same year as the infamous Harry Potter.

How did your life get to this point?

Your wondering Y/n what do you mean?

Well I’ll tell, I was living quite a normal boring life that held the same routine and would only switch up time to time.

It all changed when I had received a letter, It was weird cause my parents were talking about me going to a private school, the schools name was Hogwarts it was really peculiar because I had never heard of it, and so did my parents, so we wrote back hoping to receive an explanation, we asked and we received.

Hogwarts was a school for young wizards and witches being taught magic, I wasn’t buying it but then weird stuff happened to me I when I would be scared or angry.

I then decided to learn what I can, buying books that contained things that I needed to know about magic, famous wizards and witches, and since I was adopted my biological parents were probably magical like me.

Excitedly going to Diagon alley to buy what I needed with my Family alongside with me, fully supporting me, My older brothers calling me cool and asking if I could do cool tricks like the wizards in games and movies did, My little siblings looking up to me and proud for having a witch for a sister.

There was also news that spread really fast through out the wizarding world about the boy who lived, Harry Potter.

Harry Potter, was only a baby when Voldemort or people call him you-know-who but you really didn’t see the point by calling him that, decided to kill Harry and his family, Harry’s parents were murdered but Harry survived but didn’t leave unscathed, He had a lightning shaped scar on his forehead.

I don’t know if that was pure coincidence but you also had a scar in a shape of a star on the side of your neck.

Your Mother had told you before hand to be careful because she heard that Voldemort was only gone for a while and we wouldn’t know when or if he’d come back, so you promised your Mother you would write to her updating your situation in Hogwarts every weekend, knowing you would stay in dorms at school.

Your parents cried when they saw you in your school uniform and robes at Madam Malkin's Robes, your brothers bothering them if they could try on the uniform to, causing you to giggle.

It was then you were there at King’s cross station, parked at the front and getting your luggage and your owl out of the car with the help of your siblings and Father while Mother carried your new born Baby brother and sister.

You asked as how you were going to get on to platform 9 and 3/4 before hand, You and your whole family running at the wall between platform 9 and 10.

The train was magnificent, after exchanging goodbye’s and kisses your luggage was placed into the train and you were now finding a compartment to sit in, it was all full.

You were passing by a compartment when you heard a familliar name.

“Holy Cricket you must be Harry Potter!” You heard a girls voice.

“I’m Hermione Granger and...you are?”

“Um, Ronald Weasley” “Pleasure”

You shook your head and just continued to walk around finding a place to sit for a while and change into your uniform and robes.

The train had stop meaning you were at the station, going outside seeing a giant bearded man approached the station holding a lamp calling the first years to him, being you who had to behave because her parents weren’t around and clearly not knowing anyone, you obeyed and followed the 8 foot giant.

The travel going to Hogwarts was fascinating travelling by boat with four people each in it.

Then there you stood, getting out of the boat being presented in front of a large castle, Holy.

You were guaranteed you were going to get lost, and this was no mall, this was going to be the school you would be studying in for 7 years, they definitely would be having a map lying around, right? Like the castle was massive!

The inside was fascinating in itself, It looked so grand ascending at the staircase you were met with a woman with Her hair tide up into a neat bun wearing a green robe and glasses.

She introduces herself to be one of the professors in Hogwarts, Professor Mcgonagall and that we would be sorted into houses that would be like our families, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.

She leaves us there for a while when this blonde kid speaks,

“So it’s true what they’re saying in the train, Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts” Others start whispering to each other while you on the other side just wanna get sorted and sleep, standing for a while having an effect on you.

“I’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy” Ron snorts “You think my name is funny do you? Red Hair, Freckles, and a hand me down robe, you must be a Weasley” Draco said while he looked Ron up and Down “You see some wizarding families are more well off then others, you don’t want to be making friends with the wrong sort” “I think I can tell the wrong sort myself thank you” Draco surprised looked at Harry while other children snickering from behind, While you get Hangry wouldn’t care less.

The Professor Mcgonagall comes back to lead us to the Great hall where there were other students seated at four different tables in different colored robes assuming that’s why they had to sort us in houses.

You opened you eyes and looked up at the ceiling widening in awe on how beautiful it looked, the night sky on the ceiling of the hall, remembering it wasn’t real and that it was made to look like that in A Hogwarts History.

The first years stopped walking and a four legged stool was placed at the front where the teachers and students could see you being sorted into your house, you were not a social lot, or nor you were unsocial you just didn’t like the feeling of many eyes staring at you.

Professor Mcgonagall rolled out a scroll that had a list of names, students were called and seated on the stool and the sorting hat would be sorted into their houses.

Your name was called; Y/n Brighton.

Y/n sat down on the stool and tried to shake off the feeling of eyes watching her when the hat landed on her head and covered her eyes she could finally be sorted into a house and get this thing over with to stop the feeling of everyone's eyes boring into her.

"Ah..Yes.. Difficult very Difficult there's so much potential and a mystery waiting to be solved of your origins.." origins? You thought wondering what the hat meant by that.

"You are cunning, intelligent creative too..you could do pleanty of wonders better it would be.."

The hat stalls for a while deciding what House to sort you in, You just wanted to be sorted into a house any house, you just wanted to get down form there, nothing bad will happen anyways if you were sorted into a unexpected house, "SLYTHERIN!" The sorting hat shouts, the Slytherin table bustling having a new member on their side, the sorting hat was taken off your head and you jumped off the stool and walked to the Slytherin table.

You sat down and were still hanging onto what the sorting hat meant by ‘ a mystery waiting to be solved of your origins’ What did he mean? is it cause I’m adopted?

After the sorting ceremony and a speech we all went to eat, I was waiting for this I was starving the food was good and delicious It was like home.

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You were completely lost!

It was surely a stupid idea but you just followed the person in front of you, hoping you would get to where you were going.

And as stupid as it may seem it worked? You got to potions class and coincidently sat next to famous Harry Potter.

You got out your book and turned to the page Professor instructed the class to turn to and began discussing.

Next to you Harry was writing down stuff, you put your hand on top of his a signal for him to stop writing, and he did.

He looked up at you confused then you shaked your head and pointed at Snape’s direction, he looked at him and just put his quill down, you retreating your hand to listen in on the lecture.

Let’s just say you saved him one by telling him to stop writing.

It was time for Broom flight class, and boy this was going to be terrifying.

Don’t get me wrong flying brooms sounds cool and all but not when you were afraid of falling of the broom and hitting your head and forgetting who you are and who your family were and-

Okay! No overthinking! Overthinking is bad it restricts you in doing things properly...

There you were skillfully flying on your broom doing loopty loops with some struggles with your grip on the broom, it was like the broom had a mind of it’s own but you were still holding on.

No-one was clearly paying attention cause they were watching Harry getting Neville’s remembrall back.

He got it back, yes, But he was called by Professor Mcgonagall.

You went back down so you wouldn’t be scolded, a kid did complimented your little tricks, you thanked them.

It would be hard to make such an image if you were in the same year as Harry Potter.

So you took the chance of just doing well with your new subjects and learn and understand as much as you can.

Your Y/n Brighton after all!

Or where you?

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You don’t know how excited I am to do this series I’ve had this idea for a while now and I just want to hope you guys will like this series, yes a series, for how long? I do not know, Have I already thought who would be Y/n’s love interest? Yes and there will be no love interest cause Y/n is an independent queen who always speaks her mind and will never be shut up.

Also I would like to think reader would look like Lily and has red hair but has James eyes, Like Harry looking like his Father but has his Mothers eyes, also I guess I’ll be putting stuff I learnt about when I started reading the Harry Potter books, I haven’t finished but it’s better than not being able to read it yet and I had to make reader be sorted into Slytherin cause #Normalizesiblingsindifferenthouses.

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thebadgerclan · 4 years ago

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Not All That Bad

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader (Marauders Era)

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Severus shows you that Slytherin isn’t all that bad...

A/N: I picked Horned Serpent for reader’s Ilvermorny house, which is equivalent to Ravenclaw. I figured that I’ve picked on you guys a little recently and you deserve a shout out XD

You stood in the entrance hall along with the first years. Your father had just been hired at the British Ministry and that meant you had to transfer from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts, leaving behind your friends and the castle you’d called home for 5 years. Now you were starting over at a new school and were about to be sorted into a new house. At Ilvermorny, you’d been in Horned Serpent, which from your research was about the same as Ravenclaw.

Hogwarts’ Sorting was also very different from what you knew: you’d sit in front of the whole school and put on an old hat. Yeah, that made sense. A stern looking witch entered and the students around you fell silent. “We’re ready for you now, follow me.” You followed your classmates into the Great Hall, looking in wonder at the enchanted ceiling. The witch took her place at the head of the group, smiling at you.

“Before we Sort our first years, we have a new student joining us this year who needs Sorted. Miss L/N…” She gestured to you and you sat on the stool she indicated. “There’s nothing to worry about dear,” she said, and put the old brown hat on your head. I see, it said, its voice in your head rather than outside of it. Older than I usually see, but no matter. Intelligent, very intelligent, but there’s more. Ambitious, oh yes. Protective of those you love, there’s leadership potential here too. I see, yes. I see. Well then, better be……..

“Slytherin!” Your heart sunk as McGonagall removed the hat from your head and gestured to the farthest right table. You’d researched the Hogwarts Houses before you moved, and Slytherin was the only one you didn’t want to be in. They produced the most Dark wizards of all the houses, and that thought terrified you. You sat down at the table next to a boy with long, black hair.

“Hello,” he said, offering his hand. You shook it, though it did nothing to lift your spirits. “I’m Severus.” “Y/N,” you responded, watching the first years being sorted. A handful joined you in Slytherin, and you envied those who went to Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. A feast appeared before you and you ate absentmindedly, heart longing for your friends back home. After dinner, everyone stood and made their way to their common rooms.

The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws ascended the stairs while the Hufflepuffs went down a flight of stairs. How you longed to join them. You followed the Slytherin prefects into the dungeons and to the common room. “Listen up everyone!” she called. “The password for this month is anguis, if you forget it, you’ll sleep in the corridors.” Your eyes widened, there were never passwords at Ilvermorny, and Severus gently touched your arm.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured, entering the common room. “I’ll help you keep track of them. They’re easy enough to remember, usually snake themed.” “Thanks,” you said quietly, looking around. The whole room was in shades of green and silver, not the turquoise and gold you were accustomed to. The room also seemed to be under a lake, making you feel trapped. Severus noticed your discomfort and came to stand by your side.

“The 6th year girls dorms are just over there,” he said, pointing to a doorway next to a bookshelf. “I’m right across the hall. Well, me and four other boys. Goodnight, Y/N.” “Night, Severus.” You entered the dorm, your roommates already unpacking. “Hey!” one greeted, surprisingly bubbly for Slytherin. “How are you liking Hogwarts so far?” “It’s alright, but I miss home.” She patted your shoulder. “I get it. But it’ll start to feel like home soon enough, trust me.” You only nodded, quickly changing into pajamas and laid down, wishing with everything you were that you weren’t here.

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A week had passed since you arrived at Hogwarts, and you were miserable. Severus noticed, and he wanted to do something about it. He caught his chance when you were outside in the courtyard after Transfiguration, alone, of course. “Hey Y/N,” he greeted, sitting on the grass next to you. “Oh. Hi Severus.” You looked back at your books, and Severus furrowed his brow. “Y/N, is everything okay? I’ve noticed you seem sort of sad.”

You sighed, closing your book. “No, not really,” you admitted. In the week you’d been here, Severus had been the only person aside from professors to talk to you. Everyone else just stared at you when you passed. “Everything’s so different here, I miss my friends, I miss my home…..” Severus inched closer to you, hazarding touching your hand.

“I don’t want to pry,” he said. “But I can tell that's not the only thing that’s bothering you.” You sighed, rubbing your eyes, fighting back tears. “It’s that I was Sorted into Slytherin,” you said, leaning back against a tree. “I read about all the houses before I came over here, and Slytherin is objectively the worst. They’ve, I guess we’ve, produced the most Dark wizards than any other . Everyone stares at me, Severus, no one talks to me. I feel so alone here.”

He patted your shoulder and moved closer. “I get it Y/N, I do. And you’re not wrong, Slytherin has produced a lot of Dark wizards, but that’s not all we’re famous for. You know Merlin?” You nodded. “Well, he was a Slytherin. So was Professor Slughorn. Obviously, you know Lucius, one of our prefects. But that’s not all. The traits of our house are that we’re cunning, we’re ambitious, we’re resourceful and loyal.

“Not all Slytherins are bad, Y/N, and yeah, we get a bad rap. But trust me when I say, I know a few Gryffindors that could give even the worst Slytherins a run for their money.” You nodded, wiping a stray tear that had fallen. “Thanks, Severus. I feel a little better now.” “I’m glad,” he said, squeezing your hand gently.” You’d always be a Horned Serpent at heart, but now, Slytherin would live alongside it.

#severus snape x reader #severus snape x you #snape x reader #snape x you #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter reader insert

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ottogatto · 5 years ago

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Not sure how this works, but for the Hogwarts ask: 1, 4, 6 and 13, if you like.

1 - What Hogwarts House are you?

Slytherin, though I hesitate a lot with Ravenclaw. I guess it depends on the days. (Imo Houses are not static for people. Before I’d have gladly fit in Gryffindor. Now I really don’t want to.)

4 - Favourite character and why?

I guess this is obvious 👀 the magnificent Severus Snape! I have a document I really should finish one day that explains in detail why I relate to him, but let’s just give the main reasons I love him:

He’s a character with big potential to turn bad but who struggles to stay good; big qualities and big flaws. He’s not conventional: he’s not just a villain, or just a good guy. He’s been both, he can be both; and I love the idea that there could be a thing that makes him snap and go on a rampage. People want a more beautiful and more joyous Snape? Alright, he’ll go psychopath-modo and smile a lot, but will torment his students twice as much, manipulate the situation so he’ll be justified and even approved. You want a Harry that calls him Snivellus? Why not a Snape that wonders why he should keep his promise since he’s the losing one in the end, why should he protect a new James Potter, why should he give his life for something that won’t pay him back but in more suffering? and so he goes silent about Harry, maybe even resigns for a time, then uses something to kidnap him, uses Polyjuice to still have a Harry in school while he tortures the real one, first and foremost gouging his eyes out.

He’s very, very interesting because he’s not as plain as, say, Harry, or Hermione, or Remus. Sure, they too have their themes, but Snape accumulated so much things, lots of interpretations can fit and every time there’s something I discover about him. Themes of bullying and radicalization are only a chunk of it. He’s also the redeeming villain. That’s the complementary to my fallen hero OOC-Luigi. They’re quite a yin-yang. Snape struggles to remain on the right path, to do good, honest if he can, he can do the dirty job but it’ll be for the best; he’s humanely flawed but honest about it. OOC-Luigi is boundless, chaotic, he doesn’t have any constant goal, he can do anything through sheer overpower and cunning, so he tries to have fun, he’s my incarnation of revenge and always tempts the characters I like (multiverse-speaking) to just break free and do whatever they like, because morale doesn’t exist, and instead of suffering injustice, you can thrive on it. They ressemble each other a lot.

He’s a character that suffers a LOT, meaning he can have potential to go into depression, self-harm or have suicidal thoughts. That’s usually the critical point before he either snaps or becomes silent or even kills himself in my imagination.

He’s beautiful in lots of ways. You can have an Alan Snape. You can have an ugly Rowling Snape. You can have Jim Snape. I like to think his face changes because what’s important is how he appears to the narrator, and it’s constantly biased and/or his expression can radiate emotions that reign over his features. If he’s angry he tips on the ugly side. If he’s very sad he’ll be ugly but in another way. If he’s hopeful his features soften and he becomes beautiful. Well, speaking on conventional terms.

I relate to him. I get him, I know him. He’s been abused, isn’t it obvious? So I understand why he’d do this or that in a very intimate way. And he too can understand, maybe not me, but other abused characters.

He’s so fun + doe Patronus + edgy? + he’s badass, powerful, very intelligent and is a living contradiction for those who don’t see the red line there.

I just... liked him one day, knowing I’d come to love him, even with (and especially for) his flaws. That’s it. Can’t do anything about it.

He’s a character I want to either make suffer or save and have people love.

6 - Avada Kedavra, Crucio or Imperio?

Imperio. I’d be too weak to cast a Crucio or an Avada (unless it works for compassionate ones). The possibilities with Imperio are... wow. On one hand I could be very good-hearted about it, making the person do things they want me to help with, on the other hand I could make people suffer on a more psychological way. I could save people, I could do what I want. (Right now I wouldn’t dare, but I’m only human; give me that godly power, and who knows what I’ll become?)

13 - Who was the bravest character in Harry Potter and why?

Severus Snape, obviously. I uh—I think that if I had lived the kind of bullying he did... I don’t know what I’d have done, but the suicidal thoughts would really have become a problem. I don’t know if I’d have survived. I know someone I know wouldn’t have. Then you have how he became not a simple soldier in a war against a madman, but a direct spy against him. All the while staying a teacher among people he probably hates (teens). He had to work with people who’d rather have him die (Sirius), who were happy tormenting him even years after (Remus), saving someone he’d have thrown away if not for his vow to Lily and someone he loathed, someone who’d prefer him dead and yet someone he came to care for, in a sense (Harry).

And then... to kill Dumbledore, a mentor he nonetheless came to confide into... to cast himself as a the second most evil man in the world, losing those who really cared about him and have them hate him—do you imagine the struggle of repressing that want to seek help or admit everything to one? the constant fight against despair?

Snape cried, folks. Severus Snape cried, and then he became more and more silent, until what we see in the fight against McGonagall—almost subdued and obviously too tired. If he’d survived, he’s have become a different person, probably like in Cursed Child.

He was alone for most of the way. He’s a character that suffered a lot on the long-term, and it’s incredible he didn’t fall meanwhile. Harry had his friends, Remus and Sirius, Dumbledore and McGonagall, a whole new family (the Weasleys), and he didn’t have the choice but to fight. Snape had very few people, then nobody, and he had the choice to desist, because... what would he gain from all of that?

Fighting won’t bring back the dead. Fighting won’t guarantee at all Lily will love him if an Afterlife exists in the first place—his vow is more on the "I respect you and I’m still loyal to you but even you the perfect angel believed there was no hope for me to become a good person so I’ll just do what you think I’m useful for". Surely, for him, his repentance will matter little once he’s dead. So he’s milked without pity of his usefullness in the name of atonement and then what for?

To resist the bullying, to turn back to the "good" side who betrayed him before, to teach to the age range who saw him as a toy to laugh at (like an animal in a circus), to fight in a war, to be a spy in a quadruple-agent and deep-cover agent way, to risk his life when the possibilities to fall are that big... that’s what I call Bravery.

Tada!

#severus snape #pro snape #snape #harry potter ask #ask

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mostlycompetentwriter · 5 years ago

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Limitless- Chapter Two

M/F Main Pairing: Y/N x Johnny Seo (M/F side pairing: Y/N x Jaehyun)

Genre: Fantasy AU, Harry Potter AU

Word Count: 7K

Warnings: Language

Summary: Y/N’s first day at Hogwarts is anything but magical. One of her new roommates proves to be nothing short of despicable and her classmates seem to disapprove of her because of the very last name she has grown to despise. Of course, there’s also Johnny Seo to worry about because he seems determined to annoy Y/N at every opportunity.

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Chapter Two

“We’re only as strong as we are united, and weak as we are divided”- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

The following morning, I startled awake feeling strangely disoriented after a restless night of sleep. It always happened in new situations, whenever I traveled somewhere far from home. But it was only a temporary distortion, and I eventually recognized my unfamiliar surroundings and remembered my transfer into Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was a sobering realization and instead of lingering on the subject, I started dressing in my new robes, thumbing over the Hufflepuff insignia which stood out against the black.

I wasn’t really concerned with my appearance, ensuring that my new roommates were still asleep before closing the door to our shared dormitory with a weary sigh. You see, I had learned their names last night and they seemed kind enough to pass as friendly, until one of them cornered me in the bathroom with a cunning smirk. It was easy to recognize her intentions. “Your name is familiar,” she remarked. “I think I remember seeing it in the paper.”

I froze in front of the mirror, hating the fear I saw reflected in my eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I think you know,” she said, refusing to back down. “Your mom is the one who killed all those Muggles. That wasn’t very nice, was it?”

I held my tongue, choosing to ignore her comment by brushing past the arrogant girl who suddenly made me doubt the characterization of Hufflepuff as honorable and loyal. It also made me second-guess the sorting hat’s conundrum, faced with the decision to either sort me into Hufflepuff or my mother’s chosen House from her childhood. I mean, perhaps the sorting hat chose wrong and I should be downstairs in the dungeons with the other Slytherin students who might be inclined to celebrate my mother’s use of the Dark Arts.

I shivered at the idea, deciding it was better to remember that my other roommates were at least approachable. In fact, a kind 6th year named Lisa regaled me with stories of her summer vacation in the United States. Surprisingly, I found myself enamored with her conversation, picturing the places she visited with vivid clarity. But it might also be best to resist the temptation to linger in my recollections because I was suddenly anxious to see Jisung.

After I managed to calm my nerves, I left the quiet dormitory with bigger motivations. Graciously, I was mostly successful in finding the Great Hall, only pausing to question a wandering ghost who was more than willing to lead me in the right direction. “I remember when I was a student,” the ghost said. “You’ll find your true home here.”

I scoffed at the idea, disregarding his claim before entering the relatively empty communal hall. Because it seemed that most Hogwarts students preferred the comfort of their beds as opposed to the promise of breakfast, which was perfectly fine with me since it meant confronting less faces. Some of which sat at the Hufflepuff table which I decided to ignore, walking in the direction of the Gryffindors where several students studied me with surprise. “Jisung,” I grinned, alerting my younger brother to my presence.

Jisung squealed over his mouthful of cereal, patting the empty space next to him which I gladly accepted, nodding at Chenle who sat across the table. “Good morning, Y/N,” he said, reaching out for another helping of bacon.

“Hello, Chenle,” I said before turning to Jisung. “Did you sleep well?”

Jisung nodded, cheeks bulging with food. ��Chenle showed me how to play Wizard’s chess.”

“Interesting,” I said before lowering my voice. “Is there anyone who bothered you?”

“No,” Jisung said with a shake of his head. “They were all nice.”

I nodded, reaching over to fix Jisung’s hair since my brother apparently decided that a few brush strokes were good enough to tame his messy locks. “Shouldn’t you try to look presentable?”

“Don’t do that,” he whined, half-heartedly pushing at my hands. “People are looking.”

I followed his gaze, glaring at a group of Ravenclaw students who had paused their conversation to consider us like we were a pair of interesting magical creatures. “Ignore them,” I said, dismissing his concerns.

But that didn’t deter our onlookers who continued to watch us from afar, speaking in tones that invited suspicion. “It’s her daughter!” one of them hissed and I tensed immediately, turning around to search the group for the purveyor of such gossip. The potential to jeopardize my time at Hogwarts. Instead, it suddenly felt like the entire room had grown smaller and everyone was looking at me with evident distrust.

I felt my cheeks flush when I forced myself to glare down at my empty plate. Vaguely, I could hear Chenle greet someone with a cheerful tone, but I didn’t pay attention until a hand landed on my shoulder. “Are you alright, Y/N?”

Despite my flustered condition, I was still able to recognize his voice. “Jaehyun,” I exhaled, watching him occupy the empty space next to me. “I’ve been thinking a lot about classes.”

Jaehyun nodded, simply accepting my excuse. “The Professors are all excellent here.”

“Yes, Hogwarts has a formidable reputation,” I said, nodding slowly in response. “My first class is Potions.”

“Oh,” Jaehyun said. “Well, I don’t have to take potions this year.”

“It’s required for my course of study,” I said. “Auror training,” I added before he could inquire.

“Impressive,” he remarked, smiling at my ambition. “I don’t think I can consider myself skilled enough for potions.”

“Save it for the pitch,” Chenle said. “You should watch us play, Y/N. Gryffindor has the best Quidditch team.”

Jaehyun scoffed at his cousin’s claim, but the red tint to the tips of his ears gave away his embarrassment from the praise. He said something else to his cousin, but my focus had returned to the Ravenclaw girls who had spoken out of term. I found them watching me still, eyes narrowed in suspicion. They started talking again, tones rising loud enough for me to overhear, which I knew was their intention from the start. “She certainly looks like her mother. Do you think we need to lock the doors in the dormitory at night? I wouldn’t want to wake-up to intercept the daughter of a convicted criminal...”

“What did you say?” Jaehyun interrupted, startling the girls who all looked up at him simultaneously.

“Jaehyun,” one of them shrieked, a rather noisy affair that hurt my ears more than their words had injured my pride.

“It’s fine,” I said, rolling my eyes in their direction. “Don’t pay them any attention, that’s what they want.”

“I know, but if they were truly honorable, then they wouldn’t care,” Jaehyun said. He fixed them with a stern look that seemed to invite no further comment, and I watched the girls quickly scramble to leave without another word. “Nobody should care about that,” Jaehyun said and I frowned when I realized that he had inadvertently confirmed that he also knew about my mother. It only made me wonder if the rumors had already started, seeding their way through the eager crowds of gossips who were looking for an interesting topic for their late-night affairs. “It doesn’t matter, I’d like to introduce you to some friends of mine,” Jaehyun continued, ignorant to my glowering while he waved down a passing pair of students. They immediately diverted their course, friendly smiles and salutations as they joined our breakfast group. “This is Winwin and Jungwoo.”

The two boys offered me a friendly smile. “Gryffindors?” I asked, glancing at Jaehyun for confirmation.

He nodded. “Well, Winwin likes to brag about his house allegiance, but Jungwoo is actually in Ravenclaw. He’s the same year as us.”

“Really?” I asked, directing the question to the shy fifth-year student ducking his head shyly.

“Jaehyun and I are in the same Defense Against the Dark Arts class,” Jungwoo said. “I’m also taking Herbology this year.”

“He’s being modest,” Winwin said. “Jungwoo is the best in our year.”

“Oh? I’m taking Herbology as well,” I said, suddenly noticing the Ravenclaw crescent on his robes.

“It’s more of a hobby,” Jungwoo said. “I’m interested in doing further research.”

I nodded vacantly, turning my attention to Winwin who was already enjoying the breakfast feast prepared for the students. His robes displayed the familiar Gryffindor insignia that matched the one attached to my step-brother’s new House. I studied him carefully, deciding he looked friendly enough. Winwin seemed rather comfortable with Chenle, which must mean he spent a lot of time around Jaehyun and that was good enough for me to accept him as a potential friend. And I wouldn’t say that for everyone. Say, for example, certain dark-haired Syltherin students who didn’t seem to understand the concept of personal space.

Still, despite my best efforts, I couldn’t help but bristle when Johnny’s shadow fell over Jaehyun, even while I tried to ignore the unwelcome presence. “What a beautiful example of House Unity,” Johnny said. “But why isn’t Slytherin represented?”

The other Gryffindors surrounding us had grown quiet, watching Jaehyun and Johnny’s interaction with complete attention. I got the feeling that these exchanges were commonplace. “There’s not many people who want you around, Seo.”

“Really?” Johnny asked, feigning shock as he met several hostile stares. “I was under the impression that I was a popular student.”

A snort of laughter from Johnny’s side, and I glared at his friend. “Is that funny?”

His light-brown hair matched the color of his eyes, narrowed as he glared at me. “Maybe it is.”

“Ten,” Johnny said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We should be nicer to Y/N.”

I shivered, hating the way my name fell from his lips. “I think I gave off the wrong impression.”

Johnny stood straighter with a smirk. “Is that so?”

I sighed when I realized I had unwittingly given him the attention he was obviously seeking. “Is there something you want?”

“Be careful, Y/N,” Johnny said. “You’re asking dangerous questions.”

I frowned, but kept my mouth shut when Jaehyun abruptly stood from the table. He turned around to face Johnny. “Why don’t you go back to your other friends, Seo?”

Johnny’s gaze was still focused on me as if Jaehyun had never spoken, but I kept my attention firmly fixed on the unappetizing food spread across the table. “I have friends in Gryffindor, Jung,” he finally said and Jaehyun snorted in obvious disbelief. “See you in class.”

Well, I could try and remain unaffected, but I still breathed a sigh of relief once he was finally gone.

The nuisance of Hogwarts being such a large school meant that I had the daunting task of navigating its complicated halls and dormitories without any knowledge or experience. Unlike the first years, I wasn’t offered a complimentary tour of the castle; instead, I was expected to figure out the complexities of the moving staircase for myself only when I nearly lost my grip on the hand-railings. Thankfully, after an unnecessary scolding from a portrait who seemed absolutely incensed by my incompetence, I was able to find the potions classroom relatively unscathed.

Fortunately, I started my day early enough so that I could arrive to class and scout a table at the front of the classroom for maximum viewing. It was optimal considering my capacity for thorough note-taking, ensuring I wrote down every word from the professor so that I could later study for hours in the comforts of my bed. Hopefully, with an absence of at least one of my new roommates...

“Hello, Y/N.”

Unfortunately, I also had the frequent misfortune of wearing out my luck before I could completely reap the benefits, which meant that I was forced to meet Johnny’s dark gaze. “What do you want?”

“Right now? A seat close to the front,” he said, slamming his book down on the table next to me. “But if I need anything else, you’ll be the first to know.”

I chanced a brief survey around the room, frowning at the empty seats littered throughout the classroom. “I guess this means I have to move.”

“Oh, please don’t,” Johnny pouted. “What if I told you that I’m really good at potions?”

“I’m good too,” I muttered, glaring down at the blank parchment in front of me. “I hope you’re not insinuating that you might be able to help me.”

He ignored my comment, reaching out to rest his hand atop the lid of my cauldron. “You don’t have to make a big deal out of this.”

I rolled my eyes. “Is that right? I wasn’t under the impression that I was making a big deal out of anything.”

“How cute,” Johnny smirked. “You’re so easily offended. Are you sure the rest of our classmates are playing nice? I’d imagine that you might have gotten a few glares in the hallways.”

“What? Are you stalking me?”

“No, but I do pay attention,” Johnny said. “The same thing happened to me, until they learned not to mess with a Seo.”

I scoffed, considering the subtle threat to his words. “Are you trying to intimidate me?”

Johnny groaned. “I think you have a hard time recognizing your allies. Don’t underestimate my intentions!”

“Your intentions? I don’t want a friend.”

“Okay, maybe I can be a silent guardian,” Johnny said with a sly wink. “What do you think about that, puff?”

“I think I’m moving,” I said, reaching for my textbook and cauldron. However, with an exaggerated sigh, I came to the realization that the rest of our classmates had claimed the remainder of the tables with their new partners while I was busy arguing with Johnny.

“What was that, Y/N?”

I grimaced, but sat back down. “Just do me a favor, Seo. Don’t talk to me.”

Johnny grinned, leaning in closer despite my opposition. “The professor is the head of Slytherin.”

“Congratulations. I think I just figured out why you’re so good at potions.”

“I only cheat when I forget to study,” Johnny said with a dismissive shrug. “But I heard that we’re making the draught of peace today.”

“Stop trying to worm your way into my good graces, Seo,” I snapped at him. “It’s never gonna happen.”

“That’s disappointing,” Johnny said, reclining back in his seat. “I guess I’ll have to try harder.”

I withheld a sharp retort when the professor entered our classroom. “Students! Welcome to fifth-year potions.”

I narrowed my eyes, recognizing Professor Zhang from the previous evening’s affairs regarding my sorting. “As you might assume, because of the high expectations for this course, I have instigated a strenuous curriculum designed to cultivate the minds of only the brightest students. In this class, we will explore the most complicated potions while gaining a complete understanding of their creation. Most of our instructional activities involve hands-on learning and intensive partner work, so I hope you’re pleased with the person sitting next to you.”

I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate even as Johnny moved in closer. “I think we’ll make great partners, Y/N.”

“Shut the hell up,” I hissed, unintentionally bearing down harder on the quill I was using to take notes, resulting in a very nasty splotch at the top of my parchment.

“I’m sure the best potions students have read the introduction in your textbooks, but we’ll start with something simple to refresh our minds. Today’s assignment: brew the draught of peace before the end of designated classroom activity. Be quick, but alert! There might be a prize for the first pair to brew the potion successfully.”

I wasn’t interested in a prize, but the idea of placing myself ahead of the rest of my classmates was enough to encourage me to tolerate Johnny’s presence for the time being. “Get the ingredients,” I snapped at him.

“Of course,” he replied with a pleasant tone that still managed to piss me off simply because it was Johnny Seo and he was having an unusual amount of success in getting under my skin. Nevertheless, I continued to surprise myself with an aptitude to concentrate and perform even under the most stressful of circumstances. As such, once Johnny returned with the ingredients, I forgot about his intrusive inclusion, choosing to focus on the instructions in the textbook, frowning as I chopped the parsley into my cauldron. “Oh, look at you,” Johnny said, complying with my request to skin the fresh roots. “I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you happy.”

“This is what I’m good at,” I muttered, reaching for my spoon to churn the ingredients.

“I can tell,” Johnny acknowledged. “What made you decide to pursue potions? Most people usually take this class because of their course of study.”

“Auror training,” I answered him absent-mindedly, too distracted by the task at hand to consider the repercussions in exposing my future plans.

“Then we’re very similar, Y/N,” Johnny smirked. “Wouldn’t it be interesting if we became work colleagues one day?”

“Only if you can pass all the classes.”

Johnny laughed. “I could say the same thing to you.”

I bristled. “There’s no room for failure.”

“Because of your mom.”

I paused in the middle of reading the final instruction, turning to look at Johnny with a stern glare. “Don’t talk about my mother, Seo. She has nothing to do with my decisions.”

Johnny returned the intensity of my stare before I broke our fierce competition to finish the potion. “You know, Y/N,” Johnny said, reaching out to halt my movements. “I can always tell when someone is lying to me.”

I swallowed hard, meeting his inquisitive gaze to show him that I wasn’t intimidated. “You don’t need to know my life-story, Seo.”

“I suppose it isn’t necessary,” Johnny agreed before allowing a cunning smirk to overcome his features. “But I’d really like to find out.”

I unconsciously shivered at his close proximity. “Do you mind stirring the potion?”

Johnny smirked, allowing the distraction. “You’re the most interesting person at Hogwarts, Y/N,” he said. “How can I not be curious?”

I struggled to respond, watching the fumes from our bubbling potion darken from pink to red before I raised my hand high in the air to attract Mr. Zhang’s attention. “I think we’re done, sir.”

“For now,” Johnny whispered, almost as an afterthought, which I chose to ignore; instead, I focused on Mr. Zhang’s praise for our completed potion, deeming it perfect which made me, however briefly, reconsider my previous stance on Johnny’s competence as my new partner.

My favorite class at Durmstrang, an instructional course on the foundations of the Dark Arts, became the necessary catalyst for my insurmountable desire to become an Auror. I remember telling my former Professor of my plans and watching his expression lighten despite the stoic attitude he frequently expressed around the other students. “Why, Miss Y/L/N,” he said. “I can’t think of a more suitable occupation.”

I became fascinated by the Dark Arts, spending a majority of my free time reading literature on Ancient Spells or Unforgivable Curses. It was all grandiose to someone who had firsthand experience with an infamous Witch who abused all the rules and conduct governing our use of the Dark Arts. Because of that experience, my sole desire in life was to understand every nuance concerning the Dark Arts, covering an extensive history that precluded all measurable time.

When I first transferred into Hogwarts, I made sure that I would be enrolled in Defense Against the Dark Arts. The study was a crucial component to my Auror training, and I had no intentions of foregoing the opportunity to expand my knowledge. It was also a class I shared with Jaehyun, who caught my attention the moment I entered the room. It was impossible to look away, especially when he slyly pushed out the chair next to him because I could take a hint.

“It’s not been difficult, right?” he asked me. “Finding your classes?”

“I’ve managed,” I said. “The map is helpful.”

Jaehyun seemed more excited about my relative success than I had been. “Nobody is giving you trouble?”

I briefly remembered my previous class with Johnny. “I think...everyone is on their best behavior.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Johnny and his rude friend claiming the last empty table. “Professor Kim teaches this class,” Jaehyun continued, ignorant to the object of my attention. “She’s the head of Hufflepuff.”

“We met,” I replied. “Yesterday.”

“Your sorting,” Jaehyun nodded. “How are your new roommates?”

Thankfully, I didn’t have to worry about concerning Jaehyun with my personal problems because a commanding voice suddenly interrupted his interrogation. “Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts!”

Professor Kim wore the regular Hufflepuff robes, identical to the ones I discovered waiting for me this morning, and her bright green eyes surveyed my now-silent classmates. “A new year at Hogwarts calls for a celebration. Fifth-years, as designated upperclassmen you now have the privilege of learning advanced spells to defend yourselves against the dark forces which regularly try to upend order in our magical community.”

I sat forward eagerly, reaching for my quill and a spare bottle of ink from the bottom of my bag. “Today, we’ll be discussing the Impediment Hex. It is a simple Jinx that can slow down or completely immobilize the movements of a target. Of course, it rarely lasts more than a few seconds.”

Jaehyun chuckled from next to me, watching as I fought to record the entirety of Professor Kim’s lecture. “In practical use, it can easily allow the user precious time to escape the effects of a counter-spell. As someone who once wrote an entire essay on the Jinx itself, I can tell you that it’s one of the most underrated magical hex’s in existence, which is why I’d like a pair of willing students to volunteer and demonstrate for our class.”

Professor Kim’s smile was not enough to encourage my classmates to willingly step forward and potentially embarrass themselves. “Nobody?”

“I’ll do it!” an irritatingly smooth voice broke through the suffocating silence.

��Mr. Seo,” Professor Kim blinked. “That’s surprising.”

“I’m good at Jinxes,” Johnny bragged, much to the amusement of the other Slytherin students.

“Johnny’s good at everything,” another gushed and I understood what the others meant when they said that Johnny was a popular student.

“I see,” Professor Kim grimaced. “Ten points to Slytherin and anyone else who might be willing to try?”

“Me,” Jaehyun immediately announced, grabbing his wand before walking to the front of the room where Johnny was waiting with a cruel smile.

“Very good,” Professor Kim said, but she seemed just as uneasy as the rest of the class. “This is only practice, boys.”

Jaehyun raised his wand, blatantly ignoring Professor Kim as he fixed Johnny with a stern glare. “Are you ready, Seo?”

Johnny was indifferent as always, shrugging his shoulders as he offered a lazy smile. “You can’t beat me.”

“The incantation is impedimenta....im-PED-a-MEN-ta,” Professor Kim explained. “Make sure you have the correct posture-”

“Impedimenta!”

Johnny’s voice reverberated throughout the classroom, striking Jaehyun who was unable to offer an offensive spell to counter the effects, forcing him to freeze mid-cast with his wand raised high in the air like a proud weapon. Another immediate silence gripped my classmates, varying expressions of shock and amusement decorating the mixed collection of representative Houses. It was followed by a collective sigh when the effects of the spell were broken and Jaehyun stood there with a furious scowl. It made him look intimidating, and I knew Jaehyun was one of the last people you would dare cross even if Johnny was brave enough to try on a regular basis.

“Mr. Seo,” Professor Kim finally sighed.

“Not again,” someone whispered from behind me, and I knew well enough to realize that these sorts of incidents must happen quite often between Jaehyun and Johnny. In any case, Professor Kim was furious, dismissing the rest of the class and I offered Jaehyun an apologetic frown which he returned with a dismissive shake of his head.

When I entered the Great Hall later that afternoon, I was surprised to find Jisung had become an immensely popular student. “Y/N!”

I was hesitant to approach the young group of students, but they must be nice if Jisung had befriended them. “Hey, Y/N,” Chenle greeted me.

“Look!” Jisung said, clearly excited as he waved at his new classmates. “Everyone, this is my sister!”

“Woah! Jisung, your sister is hot!”

“Haechan!” Chenle sighed. “Don’t you think that’s a bit much?”

“Ignore him,” Jisung said, reaching for my arm to drag me onto the empty bench. “He always acts like that!”

“I do not!” Haechan protested, narrowing his eyes from behind a fringe of low-hanging bangs.

“He really does,” Jisung whispered to me in a conspiratorial tone.

“I believe you,” I murmured in return, grateful to see my brother in such good spirits.

“This is Mark and Renjun,” he continued, pointing at the two students sitting across the table.

“Mark’s the oldest,” Haechan interrupted. “But he’s not really as smart as he thinks he is.”

Mark shook his head, disrupting the mop of dark locks that desperately needed attention. “Why do you think I was sorted into Ravenclaw?”

“The Lee family have been sorted into Ravenclaw for ages,” Haechan said while rolling his eyes. “Mark’s brother is a Ravenclaw prefect.”

“Ravenclaw is the best House,” Renjun said, puffing his chest in a failed attempt to look more intimidating.

“I think you meant Slytherin,” Haechan challenged.

“We’ll see about that in Quidditch this year,” Chenle smirked. “My brother is the best seeker in decades.”

“Oh, please,” Haechan puffed. “My cousin, Johnny, is a better seeker than your brother.”

Johnny was Haechan’s cousin?

“He’ll prove it to you,” Chenle replied and I admired how quickly he diffused the tension, refusing to take Haechan’s bait and starting a meaningless argument.

“Whatever,” Haechan shrugged, easily distracted by a new topic in which Mark passionately defended his interest in Boggarts. According to Jisung, it was apparently a recent fascination. Nonetheless, I was content while I listened to the boys talk among one another and I even managed to eat some of the remaining chicken.

“I’ve heard your name from somewhere,” Haechan suddenly declared while narrowing his eyes. Mark and Renjun were still busy debating with Chenle, ignorant to the way I immediately reacted to Haechan’s curiosity.

Jisung’s hand reached for mine underneath the table. “It’s a pretty common last name.”

Haechan remained suspicious, even after Jisung offered to change the subject once again, talking about some sort of assignment he was working on with Chenle. However, despite the change of conversation, I couldn’t think about anything else. Instead, I considered how easily Jisung had adjusted to his new life at Hogwarts because it could all be destroyed if they attached his name to my family’s dark history. It wasn’t fair to my younger brother who had no relationship to my mother, and these heavy thoughts followed me around for the remainder of the day.

Thus, by the time evening approached, I was still thinking about lunch from earlier, when Haechan nearly figured out my connection to my mother. I walked alone to my final class of the day, ignoring the students who rushed around me in their haste to arrive early and find the best seats with their friends.. For some reason, the idea of Jisung’s friends discovering the truth was even more troubling than usual.

In any case, my final class was Herbology, and I was eager to distract my mind. As soon as I stepped inside the classroom, I only had to search for a brief moment before a familiar shine of blonde-hair caught my attention. “Y/N!”

I returned Jungwoo’s greeting with a smile. “I’m glad to see you.”

“We’re working with Fanged Geraniums today,” Jungwoo explained.

“I suppose our professor is trying to make things interesting,” I remarked because I knew this particular magical flower was highly prone to biting.

“Have you met a lot of people today?” Jungwoo asked, wiping down his work station with an easy smile.

“More than I expected,” I shrugged. “My younger brother seems to be popular.”

“I saw him in the hallways earlier,” Jungwoo said. “He was walking between classes with Haechan and Jeno, but you should warn him that those two are troublemakers. They accidentally set fire to the Slytherin common room last year.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said, studying the loose pair of fitted gloves which all students were required to wear around plants classified as dangerous by the Ministry of Magic.

“One of Johnny’s friends is in this class,” Jungwoo said before pointing to a taller boy with long, silver-hair and bright yellow eyes. “Yuta is from a wealthy family. They do a lot of business with the Seo’s.”

“They’ve known each other for a long time?”

“Johnny, Ten, and Yuta are close friends,” Jungwoo nodded. “But he’s taken an interest in you, hasn’t he?”

“Who?”

“Johnny.”

I snorted. “I spend a lot of time with Jaehyun, I guess.”

“I don’t think that’s entirely why,” Jungwoo said with a tone that seemed to insinuate something with deeper implications.

“What do you mean?” I asked, but Jungwoo never received the opportunity to defend his accusations.

“Alright, fifth-years! Welcome to Herbology.”

I knew dinner would be a tedious affair when I saw my least favorite Slytherin sitting with Kun, Jaemin, and Lucas. “I hope you don’t mind,” I heard Johnny say as I grew closer. “Jeno was supposed to help me with a project, but Jaemin has their notes.”

I recognized the Slytherin student in question sitting next to Jaemin, remembering their disagreement from the previous night after a brief back and forth exchange of hostile insults. “I don’t have them here,” Jaemin grumbled.

“Y/N!” Johnny called, attracting far too many eyes in our direction.

It took every ounce of patience I possessed to resist the urge to to turn back around; instead, I forced myself to join the others at our table. “Why are you here?”

“A project,” he said rather unattractively over a mouthful of food. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“At the Hufflepuff table?”

“Oh!” Johnny chuckled. “I meant to ask you how Jaehyun was feeling. He decided to skip the rest of his classes.”

“I wasn’t aware that you cared about Jaehyun,” I muttered. “Is there anything else?”

“He doesn’t have a real reason to be here,” Jaemin interrupted, eyeballing Jeno with clear disdain.

“I thought we were all friends!” Johnny gasped.

“We aren’t even close,” I said. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

Johnny considered me for a moment before letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Come on, Jeno. The Hufflepuffs aren’t in the mood to play tonight.”

“They’re all boring anyway,” Jeno said dismissively, ignoring the way Jaemin sneered once his back was turned.

Unfortunately, before I could sit down in Johnny’s place, a strangely familiar voice forced the elder Slytherin to pause at the edge of our table. I recognized Haechan a moment later, running through the crowd of students and ignoring their complaints when he inadvertently pushed them aside. “Johnny! You’ve been busy all day,” Haechan whined. “You promised to play with me and my new friends later.”

My next mistake was fatal, but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the idea of Johnny meeting Jisung. “No!” I quickly inserted, only realizing my mistake when the entire table was studying me like I had grown another head.

“Is that a problem?” Johnny asked, looking between me and his cousin with interest.

“Of course not,” I said, attempting to rectify my mistake.

“You get to see Jisung all the time!” Haechan said. “We wanted to build Renjun’s new airplane model.”

“Jisung?”

“Y/N’s step-brother,” Haechan explained. “Chenle introduced us this morning!”

A feeling of dread settled in the pit of my stomach when Johnny’s eyes lit with realization. “I didn’t know you had a brother, Y/N.”

“He’s a first-year,” Haechan said, completely ignorant to the mounting tension. “There’s nothing wrong with that. I like the first-years because they’re all cute when they try to break the rules.”

“In that case,” Johnny smiled. “I’d love to meet your new friends.”

I groaned, but tried to withhold the urge to protest again. Instead, I resigned myself to an inevitable fate, watching Johnny and Haechan walk out of the Great Hall. “That was weird!” Lucas remarked.

Well, I suppose Hufflepuff wasn’t known for being the smartest House.

Two Weeks Later

The library was my safe-place, a reliable source of solitude when I needed to escape the tumultuous business of Hogwarts classes and the undesirable students who filled them. As I suspected, far too many of my new classmates had formed their own judgments once they identified the connection between the little girl who stood in the infamous picture next to one of Azkaban’s most notorious prisoners and myself. I suspected they’d eventually realize the connection and most of them actively tried to avoid me, which was better than the taunts that some of the more conservative students spat in my direction between classes. Of course, despite my attempts to remain unaffected, the worst feeling of all was watching the other Hufflepuff students ignore me in the common room or in the dormitory we shared. Professor Kim once told me that Hufflepuffs were considered loyal, but I couldn’t help but think my classmates wouldn’t shed a tear if I was in Slytherin instead.

The only positive development during these past few weeks was Jisung’s smooth adjustment to student life at Hogwarts. He was constantly surrounded by friends, giggling in the hallways when we occasionally passed one another. It eased my worries, realizing that he wasn’t being tormented or ridiculed for his connection as my step-sister. At least, not from what I could see around the castle or hear from the conversations between Jisung and his friends.

“You know,” Jaehyun said, interrupting my brief recollection of Jisung’s abrupt determination to play Quidditch in the future. “He doesn’t always need protection.”

“Maybe not,” I sighed. “But I promised his mother that I would watch out for him, and the only reason anyone would mistreat Jisung is because of me. It’s hard for me to stay away from him, but I think it’s actually better this way since people are less likely to associate us together.”

Jaehyun frowned, listening to me with an admirable attentiveness that I had come to realize defined his character. “They’ll get over it soon,” he finally said. “I mean, Johnny Seo is somehow a big celebrity around the school even though his family aren’t exactly saints.”

“I think he falls into a league of his own,” I decided, drawing a laugh from Jaehyun. “Is that why you don’t like him?”

“Because of his family?”

I nodded, searching his expression carefully. “I don’t like Johnny because he’s arrogant. We’ve been competitors ever since we both made the Quidditch teams for our houses second year.”

“A sports competition?” I grinned. “I remember that you told me he was the Slytherin captain.”

“And their seeker,” Jaehyun added.

“Ah, the plot thickens,” I said, briefly returning to my notes even though I was suddenly much less interested in Magical Creatures. “I can see the arrogance.”

“He thinks he’s better than everybody else,” Jaehyun said. “If it’s not related to Quidditch, then it’s because of his pure-bloodline or something else equally as ridiculous.”

“My father said that the Seo family is the reason why there’s still corruption in the Ministry of Magic.”

Jaehyun snorted at my claim. “Does your dad work with them?”

I frowned. “Sometimes.”

“Johnny’s father is an important name in the Ministry,” Jaehyun said. “There’s not many people who don’t know his family.”

It was a fair point, but I still didn’t like the idea of famous wizarding families whose biggest claim to fame was an obsession with blood purity, especially during Voldemort’s ascendancy to power. Jaehyun seemed to know a lot about Johnny, despite their House feud, and it made me think that their ill-feelings went beyond competitions on the Quidditch field. However, before I could ask Jaehyun to recall his first meeting with Johnny, I was silenced by a distinct noise of articulation serving as a greeting from behind one of the library shelves. “There you are!”

“I hope you don’t mind,” Jaehyun said, following my wandering gaze. “I needed help with one of my assignments.”

“Is he a friend?”

“Our parents are close,” Jaehyun explained, pushing back his chair to greet the unexpected newcomer.

His hair was snow-white, melting across his forehead in perfect unison. Ironically, his most striking feature were the golden-colored eyes that practically glowed under the influence of the dim library candelabra. “Have you been practicing?” he asked Jaehyun.

“I really don’t think I’m the problem!”

“That’s what they always say.”

“Actually, I have someone with me. I told you about her before.” Jaehyun said before returning my gaze. “Taeyong’s one of my closests friends and a Ravenclaw Prefect.”

“I’m also a certified tutor whenever Jaehyun needs help with Transfiguration,” Taeyong added before offering me a sincere smile. “I guess you must be Y/N?”

I nodded. “What has Jaehyun said about me?”

“He spoke highly of you,” Taeyong said. “My younger brother also seems to like Jisung.”

“Your younger brother?”

“Mark,” Taeyong said. “It’s only his second year at Hogwarts.”

“Small world,” I remarked. “Should I leave the two of you alone?”

“There’s no need for that,” Jaehyun said quickly, exchanging a brief look with Taeyong. “You can stay for as long as you want. I just need to find a book for my essay.”

“I’ll wait here,” Taeyong called out to Jaehyun’s retreating form.

He sat next to me with a sigh. “It looks like you have something else you want to say.”

“Are you always this inquisitive?”

He chuckled. “When I was first sorted into Ravenclaw, our House Prefect once told me that the best students ask the most questions.”

“I suppose they were right,” I said. “I’m just overcautious.”

“He didn’t tell me about your mother if that’s why you’re concerned.”

“You know,” I said, watching him carefully because I wasn’t sure how to react.

“Everyone knows, Y/N, but that doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“Of course it does,” I grumbled bitterly. “They look at me like I’m a killer.”

“I know how that feels,” Taeyong said, clearing his throat as he glanced around the empty study room before reaching into the pocket of his robes.

“You can’t possibly feel the same way.”

“My father,” Taeyong whispered, unfolding the wrinkled copy of the daily prophet. I swallowed hard when I recognized the name written across the front page with a sinister mugshot belonging to one of the most wicked wizards to ever receive a life sentence in Azkaban. “The other students,” he continued, “they won’t let you forget, but there are a lot of good people who will never choose to hold it against the innocent.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, but I didn’t know what else to say. “You carry it around with you?”

“I like to remind myself,” Taeyong said. “I’m sure you do the same.”

“Yes,” I said with more conviction. “I want to be an Auror after Hogwarts. I want to be everything my mother fought against.”

Taeyong nodded. “I heard about what your mom did, but it doesn’t mean that you’ll turn out the same way.”

I sighed, gazing out the window overlooking the grounds. “Everyone always assumes the worst of me.”

“Those people don’t understand,” Taeyong said, smiling when he realized Jaehyun was walking back in our direction. “Thankfully, we’ve both met someone who does.”

My shoulders dropped in relief, tension dissipating instantly when Jaehyun held up two library books. “I brought something for you,” he said.

“Thank you,” I told him, but my gratitude extended far beyond this one act of kindness.

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One Could Not Exist Without The Other

A study on the sorting hat

He had been wrong before. Hundreds of years of service, and oh, he had been wrong. He had taken risks. He had questioned himself. He had attempted to calculate the future. Even those who seemed clean-cut had hidden facets of themselves beneath the surface. Sometimes he wondered if they sorted too early, if eleven was too young to decide what truly belongs in one’s heart.

The Sorting Hat’s job is to sort, that much is obvious. To divide the students between the four houses. Those filled with courage and boldness, those filled with loyalty and understanding, those filled with intelligence and creativity, and those filled with resourcefulness and determination. The brave, the honest, the wise, and the ambitious. One cannot survive without the other. Each are invaluable in their own right.

But there was more to his job, he understood. More than he would prefer, a house defines a person just as much as a person is meant to define a house. The people he places together sometimes matter more than where he places them. While he would never admit it, sometimes he had stretched his qualifications because he believed that someone needed to learn the talents of another house. His gamble sometimes paid off while other times it didn’t, to disastrous consequences.

Albus Dumbledore had always convinced himself he was a born Gryffindor, bold and true, but the hat knew otherwise. He had been but moments from not being placed there. His drive to succeed and certainty in his skills made him ripe for Slytherin House. But he asked, and the hat never disappointed a child who asked.

His brother was far easier, he expected the sister would have been as well. Gryffindor through and through, no matter what Aberforth told himself. When the call came he went without question, into the line of fire for a cause he thought might be dead.

Tom Riddle only wore the sorting hat for seconds before it declared him Slytherin. Those few moments were more than the hat ever wanted to see from his mind. It was the emptiest, darkest pit that the hat had ever seen. No love, no affection, only desire and a blinding ambition for it. He barely fit the mold for Slytherin; he barely fit the mold for human, but there was nowhere else he could venture.

His dear Newt Scamander was Hufflepuff, and one of the finest he’d seen. True and courageous like a Gryffindor, inquisitive and imaginative like a Ravenclaw, determined and adaptable like a Slytherin. All of those paled in comparison to his heart whose core was filled with loyalty and openness.

There were times the sorting hat wondered if he had been wrong placing Minerva McGonagall in Gryffindor House. She would have done well in Ravenclaw with her remarkable intellect and talent, but deep down he knew it was undeniable. Even as a child, she had a sparking fire fueling her and courage in spades. The model Gryffindor.

Rubeus Hagrid was half-giant but all Gryffindor. Sometimes hybrids were difficult to read and Rubeus had been no different. He was no Ravenclaw, despite his surprisingly inherent wisdom, and he did not have the disposition for Slytherin. Rubeus should have been an obvious Hufflepuff with his good-nature and compassion, but the hat could see beneath all of that. In his heart of hearts he was a Gryffindor.

The Black family had long been firm sponsors of Slytherin House. He did not question when Andromeda and Narcissa had been sent there, filled with charm and brilliant self-preservation skills. Bellatrix disturbed him to his core as much as Tom Riddle had. Her mind was not empty like his was, but chaotic. She had nearly been a hatstall, not because she was difficult to place but because he could barely sort through her mind. She was sent to Slytherin the moment he calmed his senses enough.

Lucius Malfoy, Roldophus Lestrange, and Walden MacNair joined them, and as years went on so did Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, and Marcus Flint. Not for the first time, the sorting hat found himself wondering about the character and image Slytherin had begun to adopt. The story that every dark witch or wizard ever had found their start there was abhorrently incorrect, but the hat understood where the rumor came from. Riddle had created a reputation for himself and had brought many of his old schoolmates along for the ride.

As many characters he cast into Slytherin, he cast into Gryffindor. Kingsley Shacklebolt, pure of heart and intention, was an easy choice. Frank Longbottom, a practicality and honesty only seen within the walls of Gryffindor Tower. Alice Fortescue, kind and stubborn like her son Neville, was undeniably a lioness. Molly Prewett, relentlessly loyal, was sorted beside Arthur Weasley who's curiosity almost earned him a spot in Ravenclaw. Fabian and Gideon Prewett, Molly’s brothers, were filled with identical idealism and amusement. Marlene McKinnon, doomed to face a violent end, faced the world with compassion and heart. She intended to live life one day at the time.

Others, no less special and powerful, were sent to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Xenophilius Lovegood shocked Hogwarts when he ended up in Ravenclaw and then shocked it again when he more than proved his worth. Ted Tonks’ genuine kindness and spirit earned him a position in Hufflepuff House. Emmeline Vance valued intelligence over tenacity so she went to Ravenclaw over Gryffindor. Benjy Fenwick had courage in spades but his rare sense of openness placed him squarely in Hufflepuff.

The year of 1971 was a momentous one, because it was the year the sorting hat took more risks than ever before.

Sirius Black came first. He was cunning in the same manner that his cousins, parents, and ancestors had been. He was self-reliant and prideful, supposedly the perfect recipe for Slytherin. But Sirius Black has something different about him. Buried beneath the surface was a fiery, explosive defiance that the sorting hat had only seen once before, within the mind of his original owner, Godric Gryffindor. As much as he had valued courage and conviction, Godric was passionate. Oh yes, Sirius Black was ambitious and willing to do anything to achieve his goal. He was also intelligent and loyal. But Sirius was a true lion. He was still sorted into Gryffindor and not just because of his natural traits. He needed someone to cultivate that daring, that nerve beneath the surface. He would need the Gryffindor House to quell his ruthlessness and nurture his principles.

Lily Evans was next. She was a different kind of difficult. Much like with her son twenty years later, the sorting hat knew she would do well in any house.

Slytherin, she whispered.

Why? The hat responded.

Because that’s where my friend wants to go. She answered.

So you would follow him blindly? He asked. Maybe she was not as fit for Gryffindor as he had expected.

No, but he needs me.

She was honest and loyal. Perhaps Hufflepuff? But her intelligence...Ravenclaw would be a nice fit. She was trying to protect her friend.

Aren’t you going to answer me? Send me to Slytherin.

A bold one, a loyal one, a stubborn one. Was there cunning within her? Certainly, but he could not deny his every instinct. She had the heart of a lion with fire flowing through her veins, just Minerva.

For the first time in his tenure, he did not listen to the child’s request.

Trust me, child. He told her. You will be where you are meant to be.

She thought for a moment. Alright, Mr. Hat. I’m sure wherever you send me will be right.

He called out Gryffindor with conviction. Lily hopped down. She was the first child to glance back at him and wave.

Remus Lupin came after her. He had expected to find a Hufflepuff by his demeanor or a Ravenclaw by the way he glanced around the hall with curiosity. Instead he found an undeniable Gryffindor. Undoubtedly a lion’s loyalty, fierce and protective. The drive to fight for his principles, rather than himself. Curiosity but more cleverness and ingenuity. A Gryffindor to the core of his very being. He would do well. Perhaps he would be a guide for young Sirius, a reserved foil to his passion.

Then came Peter. Oh, Peter Pettigrew. The boy who didn’t seem to fit anywhere. The hat made a gamble on him and it did not succeed. He was not naturally brave but certainly had the potential to be. His cowardice could compromise his loyalty. He was not particularly wise or academically gifted. The only thing he seemed to have an abundance of was self-preservation. But the hat feared for him if he was to be placed in Slytherin. His heart was good, if not filled with courage or conviction. This was one of the few times the sorting hat found himself considering the reputation of the house within his decision. The boy could was already teetering on the edge, one strong push could doom him. Peter Pettigrew would be sorted into Gryffindor in an effort to save him. It would fail.

James Potter was a hilarious kind of easy. Potters had always been Gryffindor and this one was no different. He could be self-serving and he was remarkably bright, but his motives were more often than not Gryffindorian in nature. At times he embodied everything that could be wrong with a Gryffindor. James was stubborn, reckless, dangerously idealistic, dense, and blunt, but he was also passionate and brave. He was a Gryffindor, through and through.

Finally it was Severus Snape. Over the years, the sorting hat wondered what would have happened if he sent Severus Snape somewhere else. His attempt to save Pettigrew had failed, but would the same effort have protected Severus from destruction? But he knew it was no use. If Minerva McGonagall was the model Gryffindor, Severus Snape the was the model Slytherin. He was ambitious, cunning, clever, prepared, and resourceful. Everything he had ever done, the sacrifices, the betrayals, the triumphs, had been in service of himself. He could pretend that he had grown to believe in Dumbledore’s missions but he would be lying. This remarkable self-preservation and ambition is not necessarily a bad thing, in some people. Andromeda Tonks became furiously protective of those she loved. Draco Malfoy ended up using his innate ambition for good in later years. Regulus Black saw the error of ways; nothing could stop him until he achieved his goal. It’s only that Severus Snape never tried to turn his motivation to something bigger than himself.

No, the sorting hat did not make a mistake when he sent Severus Snape to Slytherin House. Even the boy’s own consciousness had been conflicted. Like Lily had, he begged to stay with his friend but it was much less passionate. He seemed almost angry at her instead of willing to compromise his own wishes for her.

The next years were not nearly as tumultuous as that time had been. Except, of course, for Regulus Black. The hat deliberated for days and years after about whether he had made the right choice. The younger Black sibling did not have the fire of his brother; he had an honest heart and an indisputable potential for greatness. He sorted Regulus into Slytherin but almost asked Dumbledore to switch him after the fact. Regulus’ path was unclear but the hat could tell he had firm morals that would eventually sway his decisions. It was not a matter of pride or courage, but of morality and loyalty. He considered Hufflepuff far more than one would expect. The boy was uncertain and could use a push in the right direction. But the hat spoke too soon. The surface of his mind was the Black family and his goodness was buried deeper than Sirius’ had been. So the boy stayed in Slytherin because “the hat is never wrong.”

Nymphadora Tonks went to Hufflepuff just like her father. She was not lacking in courage or intelligence, but her profound patience and sense of justice out weighed anything else. Cedric Diggory followed her with eager dependability. Oliver Wood’s somewhat insane passion for Quidditch was tempered by his commitment to morality, earning him a spot in Gryffindor House. Cho Chang was more proactive than her counterparts but no less creative and level-headed.

One by one the seven Weasley children were all sorted into Gryffindor. The hat hated when people assumed one was automatically placed because of their family or blood status. It was not completely independent (he had sent a number of muggle-born Slytherins to Ravenclaw to protect them from unsavory housemates) but was by no means a deciding factor. Each child of Molly and Arthor made it into Gryffindor on their own merits.

Bill was bold and uncompromising. His determination could have made him a contender for Slytherin but his selflessness prohibited it.

Charlie was almost sent to Hufflepuff until the hat saw his will and the spirit fueling his clearly powerful loyalty.

Percy would have made a fine Ravenclaw and a successful Slytherin. He was the Weasley that the hat questioned the most, but Percy asked. His inquisitive voice first tried to understand the mechanics of the hat and then requested Gryffindor so that he could be with his brothers. Given his boldness for requesting it, the hat complied without further question.

The twins went together even to the sorting hat and made a big show of trying to fit it over both their heads at once. Once Minerva broke them up it was easier to see the differences. Fred’s defiance was his strength; George’s quiet determination was his. They were both Gryffindors but different people.

September of 1991 brought surprises, including the final Weasley brother, Ron. Ron was different than his siblings. Not outwardly brave at first, his true worth lies below the surface. He was loyal to fault but impulsive and reckless. Amongst the accolades of Gryffindor laid it dangers. Ron could be cocky, dense, and stubborn but oh was he a Gryffindor! In another life he would have been a wonderful Hufflepuff, his compassion and loyalty was certainly strong enough. Even his wits would earn him a spot in Ravenclaw. A boy that gifted at chess deserves a spot amongst the brightest of the school. Ron Weasley was actually one of the hat’s favorite students ever to sort, because while he could fit the molds of multiple houses, he was so beautifully Gryffindor. His morals ruled his actions, not his own interests, his loved one’s desires, or what was the logical choice.

Minerva McGonagall was Godric’s love of bluntness and action. Sirius Black was Godric’s fiery passion. Ron Weasley was Godric’s morals, what he believed was the model of a good friend.

Alongside him came Hermione Granger. She was fearless but had a merciless streak. Her outward confidence and surdity masked insecurity. The hat deliberated for a few moments, longer than he did for Ron. Her intelligence and curiosity almost sent her directly to Ravenclaw but she didn’t have the reverence for knowledge they had. Hermione most certainly had an unquenchable thirst for information but she only wanted it so she could use it. A true Ravenclaw desires knowledge for knowledge’s sake. Hermione Granger did not. She wanted action. She wanted change. She wanted to be great. Her ambition could place her in Slytherin; her compassion could place her in Hufflepuff; the hat decided on Gryffindor. Above all else, Hermione Granger was an idealist and a fighter. She intended to be bold and brave no matter how difficult. Her ambition, her ruthlessness, her cleverness could be her undoing, but, like with Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, the hat chose to place her where her better senses could prevail.

The story of Harry Potter’s sorting is well known. It was a near hatstall as he went back and forth between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Later in his tenure, the hat wondered if he had been sensing the piece Tom Riddle’s soul beating within Harry when he advocated Slytherin. Harry had certainly been determined and clever throughout his difficult journey, but he had never overtly shown Slytherin characteristics. Though this may just confirm the sorting hat’s theory, the house makes the wizard more than he had ever thought before. Harry was extremely talented and good-hearted, embodying many of the traits his original owner had intended his students value. But what made him a true Gryffindor was what was in his deepest heart. There he was courageous, willing to give up anything for what he believed to be right. Even if the boy hadn’t asked he would have placed him in Gryffindor.

The hat considered Draco Malfoy’s sorting to be one of his greatest failures. In his arrogance of recognizing Draco’s heritage and natural ambition, he immediately placed him in Slytherin. The hat had barely touched his head when he declared it. Was he what doomed the boy to his fate? He had the qualities of a Slytherin, yes, but he also had the natural brilliance of a Ravenclaw and had the potential to have the defiance of a Gryffindor if cultivated enough. Had he thrown the boy to the dogs just like he had Severus Snape? Far worse, he suspected. Draco had been filled with doubt from the beginning, only indoctrinated into those beliefs because of his familial ties. Severus had not truly believed Tom’s doctrine but had only changed sides when it suited him, even with Dumbledore and the Order’s influence. Draco had none of that. If he had been placed in Ravenclaw perhaps he would have been saved.

Hannah Abbott, loyal and honest to a fault, went to Hufflepuff. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan, already best friends and both filled with boldness and confidence, went to Gryffindor. Terry Boot, eloquently intelligent and creative, went to Ravenclaw. Daphne Greengrass and Blaise Zabini, with cunning and ambition but still lacking cruel hearts, went to Slytherin. He spent time on Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown but determined their passion and nerve to outweigh anything else. Padma Patil had never understood why her sister didn’t love school as much as she did. She was heartbroken when she was sorted into a Ravenclaw without Parvati but quickly realized it was where she belonged. Ernie MacMillian and Susan Bones were natural Hufflepuffs with their genuine dedication and patience.

Then came Neville Longbottom. He argued, oh, how he argued. Neville wanted Hufflepuff, but the longer he argued the more the hat knew he belonged in Gryffindor. Nearly every student who’d asked for anything had ended up in Gryffindor, except a few extremely well-spoken Ravenclaws. Neville Longbottom was the best of both his parents, even if he couldn’t see that at the time. He was stubborn, his argument proved that, but honest, showing it as he openly expressed his fears. Neville Longbottom, the almost-boy-who-lived, was Gryffindor to the core. Where he lacked in confidence and nerve, he more than made up for it with the spirit of his soul. After all, “Courage is not the absense of fear, but rather the judgement that something is more important than fear.”

There were many more after the September of 1991, but no class was so difficult or so questionable.

The final Weasley child, the first girl in seven generations, was possibly the easiest choice of all of her siblings. Ginny Weasley easily found her way into Gryffindor, her nerve and courage greater than the hat had seen in centuries. Even with her mind addled by a poisonous diary, a fact the sorting hat would blame himself for not noticing, she was born to be Gryffindor. He hoped she knew she was meant to be there, possibly even more than her brothers.

Colin Creevey was an unexpected Gryffindor, but he proved himself many times. He was fearless in walking the castle to find the creature petrifying students in his first year. He joined Dumbledore’s Army without a second thought. He refused to leave when the rest of the school was evacuated, even if he paid for it with his life.

Luna Lovegood was mocked just like her father had been when she was sorted into Ravenclaw, but both she and the hat knew the truth. Ravenclaw isn’t for bookworms or geniuses, otherwise Hermione Granger would have been destined for it; it is meant for those who understand the value of knowledge. Luna Lovegood’s mind was one of the most beautiful he had ever seen. Wisdom and imagination beyond her years, with an almost mystical belief in herself. The hat loved her.

But the hat loved each of his students.

He remembered each of his students by name. He remembered their house. He remembered their friends. He remembered their enemies. He remembered why he had chosen their house in the first place. He remembered when he had been either proven right or so wrong.

He was not blind to the world. He understood what a Hogwarts House had begun to mean. When the end of the Second Wizarding War came he decided things needed to change. He started taking more time with each student, so that no one would ever be forsaken like Draco Malfoy had been. He would always consider every house first. He would choose based on more than just their first impression, just as he had with Sirius Black.

When Teddy Lupin had the sorting hat placed on his head, the choice had ended up being between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. So much of him was like his father, but what came from his mother seemed to be more important to him.

Victoire Weasley became the first Weasley in centuries to not be in Gryffindor when she was placed in Ravenclaw. Her sister, Dominique defied tradition further when she landed in Slytherin with a determined explosion. Fred Weasley followed his namesake and uncle’s footsteps and went to Gryffindor while his sister Roxanne began a notable career in Hufflepuff

James Sirius Potter was as easy as his grandfather had been, both of them actually. He was squarely Gryffindor, but his brother, Albus, took after their father in difficulty.

What will it be then, young Mr. Potter? Gryffindor like your parents? He asked the boy.

Albus considered for a moment, so like his grandmother. My dad said you listen to suggestions. Is that true?

Only if one is bold enough to give one. He answered coyly.

Most of my family has been in Gryffindor, except some of my cousins. I suppose it would be nice to keep with family tradition, he analyzed, but I’m not convinced I want to be just like them. Besides, it would be nice to get away from James for a change. What do you think, Mr. Hat?

Oh, Mr. Hat, just like his grandmother. He knew where this one belonged.

I’d say...RAVENCLAW!

Rose Weasley was as brilliant a Gryffindor as her parents had been, the hat knew. She was filled with parent’s flaws, but, just like them, she made up for it with true boldness and courage. Her motivation was pure. She wanted to do something wonderful for the world, she just hadn’t figured out how; she was unafraid of what was to come. When her best friend in the world was sorted into a different house she raged for hours and tried to break into Ravenclaw common room and someone had to come kick her out, Oh, she was just like her parents.

Scorpius Malfoy hadn’t been nearly as agreeable, but the hat was determined to not fail him as he had failed his father. He did not belong in Slytherin, that was for sure. He was resourceful and clever, but not ambitious or cunning. He intended to make his way in the world honestly. Scorpius was certainly intelligent and had specks of bravery floating through hims. If forced into the situation, the hat knew Scorpius would make the right choice. After listening to him for a long time, the sorting hat knew his answer. Scorpius Malfoy would be one of the first of his family to be placed in Hufflepuff, for the just and fair.

A year later, Louis Weasley joined him in Hufflepuff and then Lily Luna Potter the next. She was so much the embodiment of Hufflepuff, that the hat wondered if she was somehow Helga reincarnated. Hugo Weasley was sorted into Ravenclaw along with his cousin, Molly. Lucy joined Dominique in Slytherin.

The Weasley family, historically one of his favorites, was spread across Hogwarts and he could not be happier. They were living proof that a house wasn’t good or bad, they just were.

The sorting hat is one of the oldest functioning artifacts in the British Wizarding World. The fact that he was still in service was astounding to experts.

Hundreds of years ago when he was created by the four founders they each imbued him with a part of their magic so that he would never run out. A part of each of them lived on within him, the parts worth remembering. But no one would believe him when he said Salazar didn’t have any hatred towards muggle-borns but only wondered if they should get specialized support because they hadn’t grown up in the magical world. They didn’t believe him when he said Salazar and Godric had actually been good friends and their rivalry had all been in good fun. When he claimed Salazar had been in love with Helga and they dreamed of settling down together before she got sick and passed. When he explained that Rowena had wanted her students to be creative rather than just have the ability to memorize facts. When he said Godric wanted those who fought for a purpose rather than just for the sake of fighting. When he recalled Salazar wanted those willing to do what was necessary, not monsters with no morality. When he exclaimed at Helga was willing to take anyone because she believed those left behind would be the purest of heart. When he remembered that the founders split up the houses so students could learn the way they needed to learn and have the specific support they needed, not to create divisions and rivalries.

Their magic made him eternal. It made him have a mind of his own. Godric had granted him the power of delivering the Sword to a true heir of Hogwarts, not of just of Gryffindor as the legend states.

Godric was a knight. Salazar was a politician. Rowena was a strategist. Helga was a humanitarian.

They needed each other.

One could not exist without the other.

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elareine · 6 years ago

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Adamare (1/7)

Read here on ao3. Tags: Harry Potter AU, Friends to Lovers, Bruce Wayne is a good parent, Friendship, Teenagers, Christmas, First Love, Bullying, blood supremacy

Summary: Jason starts magic school two years late and with a terrible reputation. To say that his time there isn’t easy would be an understatement. Some people, however, make everything worth it.

Year One

“Todd, Jason!”

Feeling the stares on him as he walked to the front, Jason reminded himself that his clothing was just as new and shiny as everyone else’s here. Of course, that thought then just made him feel ashamed of himself. He’d been Bruce Wayne’s ward for less than five months; he wouldn’t start taking this money for granted, not now, not ever.

Jason shifted his gait so his sneakers dragged along the ground a bit and his cloak fell open slightly, revealing his favorite hoodie underneath. There. Better.

The room was silent as he sat down on the chair in the front and lifted the hat onto his head as he had seen other students do. It would sort them into houses, which was weird to Jason but supposedly normal for an English boarding school. Apparently, this school was modeled on a major one in Great Britain. The white upper-class wizards that had been among the first to ‘settle’ the East Coast had sniffed their noses at the school founded by an Irishwoman, of all people, and created one that reminded them of home barely two hundred miles away.

It was called Schola Artis Magicae, for God’s sake. These people had not been imaginative.

No. No, I suppose they weren’t.

Oh, great, the hat was talking to him. How did that even work? Was it telepathy or just a shallow whisper into his ears?

A curious mind, huh? Brave, too, though. Hm… Do you have a preference?

Jason had read up on the houses in ‘A History of Magic’ before he came here, but even Alfred hadn’t been able to satisfactorily explain to him what the point was. Dividing children up by allegedly defining characteristics seemed premature to him, not to mention leading to potentially dangerous stereotyping. Why not just go and go by favorite color or something? What was the problem with drawing lots? It was just stupid—

I see. “Ravenclaw!”

Right. That was the blue and bronze table. Jason headed towards under applause that was lukewarm at best. A few students smiled at him, but mostly everyone was occupied with watching the rest of the sorting hat ceremony.

When it was over, the food appeared. At least Jason had read about this, so he was prepared for this. Still, this was… a lot of food. Even Alfred would disapprove of the waste. Who even made all this? Hopefully, it was just a feast for a special occasion…

As he ate, Jason looked around. The Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tables were behind him, so he focused on the Slytherin one (green and silver). He tried to remember what this house’s supposed defining trait was—cunning? Ambition? Something like that? Honestly, most of them just looked like kids to him. One of them was even tinier than all of the other first years. With a pang of pity, he thought: He’s gonna get eaten.

Then, another one of the Slytherins said something, and Jason watched as the tiny first year drew himself up and fixed him with a glare so cold Jason was a bit surprised it wasn’t magical and turned the older student into stone. Jesus, where had the kid learned to do that? Jason clearly didn’t need to worry about him.

Maybe he should worry about himself. None of his fellow first-years had spoken a word to him so far.

After dinner, their prefect took them up to the tower. The riddle system for the portrait seemed easy to crack to Jason, but maybe that was the point? This was a school, for God’s sake. They were shown their rooms, but when Jason made to follow the other boys inside, the prefect took him aside. “Look, we’re aware you’re in a somewhat… unique situation.”

Jason just stared at him, saying nothing.

“And I thought… It just happens that two years ago, only one boy got selected for Ravenclaw. I’ve never been happy about having anyone living alone, so… maybe you’d be more comfortable rooming with someone your own age?”

Great. Another thing that would make him stand out. Jason wanted to decline, saying he’d be just fine rooming with the eleven-year-olds.

However… looking at the group that was supposed to be his, he counted six people. Jason knew himself well enough to know that living with this many kids would drive him up the wall within a week. Rooming with a single person who hopefully had matured a bit might be more manageable.

“Okay.”

The prefect looked relieved. “Great. I already talked to him, he loved the idea. Your dorm is this one, then.”

The staircase shifted enough to let Jason knock on the small, wooden door.

“Come in!” a cheerful voice called.

Jason did. The room was airy and spacious with two four-poster beds and roomy closets, as well as huge floor-to-ceiling windows. A lanky redhead sat on the ground between the beds, a multitude of random items spread around him. The first thing Jason noticed about him was his smile; the second was his hands, incongruously large and calloused for someone who looked like a breeze could topple him over.

“Uh, hi? I’m supposed to be staying here.”

The boy got up in a hurry. “Jason, right? Nice to meet you, dude, I’m Roy.”

“Hey.” Jason gave an awkward little wave.

“You can put your stuff in there. I’ve been sleeping by the wall, is that alright with you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Better than, actually. Closed spaces still made Jason antsy.

While Jason unpacked his things (all the equipment Bruce had bought, some clothes, his favorite books), Roy sat back down on the ground and watched him. “So you’re my age, right?”

“I guess? I’m thirteen.”

“How come you’re only starting now?”

Jason, to his own surprise, appreciated the frank questions. Might as well get it out now. “I was only adopted into a Wizarding family last year.”

“Oh yeah, by the Waynes, right? I know your brother.”

Well, that made one of them. Dick had been very distant when he’d been home during the summer; Jason had gotten the distinct impression that he’d disapproved of Bruce adopting Jason. The fighting had been hard to miss.

“Didn’t you get your letter before that, though?” Roy asked curiously.

Jason shrugged. “Sure. But I had no way to follow up on it.” A kid trying to fend for himself on the streets didn’t have the kind of resource that got him to a magical train station. Not to mention, he wouldn’t have been able to afford a wand, back then.

Trying to lighten the mood, he added: “I also thought it was a prank. Like, if you’re a muggle, giant owls following you to draft you into a magic school means that you’ve either gone mad, your friends are having a laugh, or someone is trying to kidnap you.”

Roy snorted. “Fair. Well, you’re here now. Wanna help me build a glitter bomb?”

Jason took in the equipment surrounding his new roommate. “That’s a lot of stuff for a simple glitter bomb.”

“The plan might just be to have it follow around the DADA teacher. Have it spell out stuff, maybe.”

“Why the DADA teacher?”

“She likes making the first-years cry on their first day.”

Jason thought of the prim blonde sitting at the teacher’s table and plopped down next to Roy. “Can you add sound? I’m thinking ‘Barbie Girl.’”

Roy held out a hand. “Jason, this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

Jason shook it gravely. Maybe this year wouldn’t be so bad.

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hello dear. so, lets speak for a moment about Slytherin Calum. mayhaps, about the room of requirement specifically? we all know this boy is the type to find it and let the room guide him. the room says study? alright. the room says sleep? thats cool. until one day when he brings you to the room just the two of you and in side you discover some… toys. let's just say you knew Slytherins were kinky but this is just a whole new level. (1/?) ~🌊

you guys pretty much spend the night. in there, and Cal is sure to take his time, and to thoroughly try out each and every gift the room left for you. by the time he’s done, you can barely walk and Cal just has a light sheen of sweat on his forehead and the dirtiest smirk you’ve ever seen on anyone plastered across his face. the room is good to the two of you. (2/2) ~🌊

i- is it hot in here or is it just me??? holy hell. who knew the room of requirement could be such a great wingman?? he’d be slow and torturous, making sure to use the toys to their fullest potential and have to begging for more each time, even if you know you can’t take it anymore ((the masochist in you comes out during that)) and Calum loves every second of it. he most definitely lives up to the slytherin traits of being cunning as can be in your rendezvous in the room of requirement hehehe

come talk to me about Calum

#🌊 anon #come talk to me about calum #slytherin!calum

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thesnapewecandreamof · 6 years ago

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Petals are Bitter

700 Followers!!!

I honestly never thought I’d reach this number. I’m slowly running out of ideas but this is one I just can’t let go. Cliches exist for a reason after all. Anyway, I hope you people like this! Let’s all love the Sneep with all his flaws!

- After the disaster where he was hung upside-down in the air and humiliated, after his attempts at apologies were rejected, after exchanging hexes and curses with Potter and Black, after all that, Severus thought nothing could get worse.

- Before they left Hogwarts, he developed a cough that would just not go away. He ignored it when he returned home. What he couldn’t ignore was the petals in his hands after a horrible coughing fit.

- He dismissed it as some prank or after-effect of a curse sent to him courtesy of the Marauders. But it didn’t go away.

-During the holiday he got to thinking.

- He thought of the friendship he and Lily had that was ruined with a single word. He felt angry, confused, betrayed, because all it took was one word for her to leave him. The burst of pink and red flowers in his hands made him angrier.

- He thought of how naive he was, thinking that Hogwarts would be a place where he could finally be someone else, someone better, someone who is finally good for something. He shook his head and if he could get a time-turner, he’d smack his younger self himself just to the foolish boy wouldn’t expect Hogwarts to protect him. Such is the stupidity and folly of youth. He could have sworn he saw these flowers in Mrs Evans’ garden and how she worries about them during winter.

- The flowers he coughs out changes depending on what he is feeling but he hasn’t been able to go to the library to check their meanings yet. He’s not sure if he want to know to be honest but the potential to tweak this spell is a constant itch in his mind.

- He runs into Lily in their- the park. It was just the park now. There was a coldness in her eyes that seemed artificial to him. Lily was never cold. She was hot-tempered, warm, and giving light to all those around her. But she was cold to him now, and it was his fault. It was always his fault. Despite all the self-loathing he has inside him, he can’t stop the feeling of betrayal in his chest as he ran away as fast as he could, coughing red petals away and wanting nothing more than to be her friend again.

- The coughing was getting worse. And he decided to just try his almost non-existent luck and he left a note for her in her house to meet him at the park that day. He waited from early dawn until it was sunset. She almost didn’t show and his coughing was already worsening. When she did show, he wanted to be angry but he just felt grateful that she didn’t burn his note the moment she saw it.

- They sat beside each other on the swing like they always did but Lily faced the setting sun while Severus watched as their shadows grew longer and longer. They talked and Severus questioned why Potter and Black got a pass for all what they did. If a slytherin was to do half the things they did, the poor snake would already be back on the train home that very night.

- Lily questioned his choices in his friends, how blood purity is so important to those of pure blood status in slytherin, how they think muggleborns such as her was beneath them. Severus was a half-blood, did he hate his muggle side so much that he’d side with those willing to kill his lesser half?

- They got to talk about that day. How Severus saw her smiling and wanted to hurt her as much as she hurt him. How he was sorry. How sorry wasn’t really enough.

- That night Severus got to thinking. He remembered how the slytherins were okay when they were in the common room, similar to how Lily defended the perfect four.

- Mulciber can hardly pass astronomy, Avery could talk every one in circles with herbology, Rosier needed help with Potions but was great at Transfiguration. Regulus Black did a great impersonation of his brother and Carrow did an eerily accurate McGonagall. Those people wouldn’t last a week as Death Eaters. Surely they didn’t seem like murderers. Surely Severus didn’t look like a murderer.

- Except Lily said that were on their way already.

- It wasn’t the last of their little meetings. They always met at sunset and they always faced different directions, never really looking at each other, almost like having a confession in church. Except it didn’t have forgiveness at the end. Not yet.

- They discussed many things, from house politics, to blood prejudice, to school bullying, to back then, back to simpler times.

- According to Lily, Petunia helped her. Petunia was wondering where he was and if he was finally killed by the bullies he kept on moaning about at their house. Lily did not take it well and Petunia set her straight. Severus was horrified and for the first time in their talks, they laughed together.

-She asked him the extent of the bullying because heaven knows he kept many things from her. He slowly shared a few pieces, just a few, because after everything, he trusted the good in Lily. He trusted that she would not use it against him.

- She confessed about thinking that she wasn’t really a good friend to him lately. How she always jumped to conclusions, how being with him was sometimes like a chore. And it hurt to hear it so open like that but Severus appreciated the truth. He confessed that during one of their minor fights, the slytherins seemed warmer to him and retreated back to their indifference once they made up.

- They tried to understand each other’s sides. Their talks continued. But then the coughs were getting worse and Lily almost saw the petals falling from his hands. He was quick to run away.

- The morning he saw flecks of blood on the petals, he was sure it wasn’t a timed curse. Potter and Black did not have the cunning to use such a deceiving curse. They were like fireworks, destructive, loud, and always for an audience.

- They can’t afford a trip to St. Mungo’s so Severus made a point to visit the local library sometime soon. Muggle legends and folktales were often tied to wizarding history. There has to be something connected to what he is suffering.

- They were close to coming to an understanding. Lily was getting worried at the coughs Severus suffers from. She finally cracked and stood from her seat as Severus was having a horrible coughing fit. She crouched in front of him, asking him if he was alright. He paled visibly and she was alarmed at what she saw.

- Severus stared at his hand before raising his terrified eyes at her. This was the flower he would never forget the meaning of.

- There were lilies in his hands. They were splattered with his blood.

Note beneath the cut:

Alright. I have been obsessed with this concept for months now! Frankly, the lack of work concerning Severus and the Hanahaki disease is a crime! I just want a cliche of angst! I have a draft for the fic based on this already but capturing young Snape and Lily’s personalities is haard. I have emotions, why can’t I describe them properly!?!? Also, I’m trying a slightly naive but cynical Sev, it’s not working well.

I’m just writing it for the funzies and I’m not sure if it would see the light of day anytime soon. I was planning on multiple parts with multiple flowers representing different things but I’m lazy so I’m currently stuck. Also, not really saying what the flowers mean here seemed a bit better.

I do have a list of flowers to do but we’ll see once I gather the will to go on. Hope you liked it though.

#severus snape #lily evans #au #flowers!au #maybe?#pro-snape #snapedom

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btshogwartsfics · 7 years ago

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BTS at Hogwarts (Pt.7- Jungkook)

A/N: Last one in the series, yay! Kinda sad it’s over now, but if anyone wants me to continue with this BTS x HP thing with headcanons (Member x Reader(s)) or fic ideas, let me know and I’ll see if I can do it. I’ve already started toying with a Hoseok x Hufflepuff!Reader, but I’m not sure what to do with it, yet. Thank you all so much for sticking with me and my mess I like to call creativity! Enjoy this last part with our very own Golden Maknae! <3

JUNGKOOK:

House: Slytherin

Patronus: Fox

Wand: Cedar Wood, Veela Hair and Phoenix Feather Core, 11 Inches, Slightly Flexible Flexibility

Blood Status: Pureblood

Possibility of Being a Prefect: Yes

Quidditch: OF COURSE

Best Class(s): Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions

Reasoning-

So, I’ve seen people argue for Jungkook in just about every house but Hufflepuff (not to say it hasn’t or can’t be done). For me, I can understand all of those points and arguments, but I just feel like Jungkook is a Slytherin boy. He’s obviously very ambitious (he debuted at fifteen-years-old after all), and he continues to be so and he cares about his career because it’s his goal and his passion. He’s resourceful in getting what he wants and if need be I have no doubt he would also be very cunning. He’s a smart boy, he thinks smarter not harder. He knows what he wants and he gets what he wants. However, though this isn’t said to be a key Slytherin trait, I have not met a single Slytherin to be unloyal. Even Draco Malfoy was loyal at the very least to his father and his family, if not to his friends or Voldemort. And don’t even try to tell me Jungkook is not loyal to his boys, don’t even try. And Kookie, I’ve come to realize, is a devious little shit. We love him for it, though so it’s okay. You can disagree with me if you’d like, I have no objections, but these are just my thoughts.

The symbolism for a fox is this: physical or mental responsiveness, cunning, seeing through deception, increased awareness, swiftness, passion, energy, and confidence.

“Whenever I meet one who carries a cedar wand, I find strength of character and unusual loyalty. My father, Gervaise Ollivander, used always to say, ‘you will never fool the cedar carrier,’ and I agree: the cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception. I would go further than my father, however, in saying that I have never yet met the owner of a cedar wand whom I would care to cross, especially if harm is done to those of whom they are fond. The witch or wizard who is well-matched with cedar carries the potential to be a frightening adversary, which often comes as a shock to those who have thoughtlessly challenged them.”

Veela Hair - “Veela wands are temperamental like the creatures they come from, and are considered too volatile for a decent wand core in many circles. However, some wizards, particularly those with Veela blood, enjoy the boost it gives to outdoorsy magics, divinations, and Charms. The veela’s inherent intelligence makes finding these wands among the non-Veela blooded most common in Ravenclaw. Occasionally a wand will be made with more than one of a particular core, or with a combination of two cores.”

Phoenix Feather - “This is the rarest core type. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn or dragon cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike. Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalize, and their allegiance is usually hard won.”

I chose two wand cores because I thought by combining them (a seemingly common Ravenclaw core and a seemingly common Gryffindor core) I would be able to represent both of the other areas of his personality. I think he is a Slytherin through and through, but he does have the wit and intelligence of a Ravenclaw (something that I’ve seen is common within the Slytherin house) and the courage and recklessness of a Gryffindor (and it’s been said that Gryffindors and Slytherins share some common features in the first place so…). Plus, it said that Phoenix feathers are rare and Veela hair wands may not be enough on their own and are best when paired with another core.

Now I decided to make Jungkook a pureblood. I don’t have much of a reason why I just get a very pureblood vibe from Kookie. He’s not stuck up and in my mind, he and his family are not traditionalists, blood status doesn’t really matter to him at all. He just happens to be a pureblood. He doesn’t think purebloods are better and that he’s better because he’s a pureblood, I just get a very noble, refined, almost regal vibe from Kook that I think really suits purebloods. Again, feel free to disagree, that’s perfectly okay.

I think Kookie would love the idea of being a Prefect. He may be mischievous and a bit of a prankster (him and the other maknaes, especially Tae), but I think he’d not only like the idea of having that authority (being the maknae) but the chance to help and influence the younger years. He’d be a role model for them, especially the Slytherins, and I think it suits him well. And I have no doubt he’d also go for Head Boy. Him and Jimin both, no telling who’ll win, though. Hmmm…

Kookie would definitely play Quidditch. I feel it would be one of those things he’s ambitious about. Being a pureblood, I feel like he would have grown up playing it and just being around it. He’d be really good at it, too. Slytherin’s Golden Seeker. Him and the snitch have that in common… (Oh God, please ignore my puns. I’m so sorry.)

I think Jungkook would have a knack for Potions. Again, it’s just a hunch. I also think he’d be really good at DADA. He’d just have a natural talent for it, and I think he’d find it pretty interesting and enjoy it, too. But that’s just me.

Notes/Other:

Alright boy secretly had been waiting for his letter for days

Like every morning he offered to get the mail, just to see if his Hogwarts letter had come yet

When it did he played it off cool

but lowkey boy did a little happy dance in his mind for weeks straight

His parents got him a lot of stuff from Diagon Alley and he was stocked

When he got to the train he was secretly kinda sad to leave his family but was super excited too so he snuffed that down

Sorting Hat took literally about ten seconds to place him

All the Slytherins were so excited

I mean, even at eleven I imagine he just embodied confidence

Immediately befriended Tae and Jimin, I mean come on

Professor Slughorn’s favorite student

Like he literally is so proud and so impressed

All the other students are jealous because Kookie can literally do nothing and still get a great grade and praise from Slughorn

Purposely bothers Yoongi in the common room when he’s trying to sleep

but they get along occasionally

Sometimes like days after Quidditch, they nap together

Ahh goals

Kook landed the Seeker position the second he got on that broom

Their star player

They call him [Slytherin’s] Golden SeekerSecretly loves the nickname

hAs sO MaNy fAngIrLs (and bOyS)

Literally has like a new secret admirer every week

All the first and second years are head-over-heels

Some of them even send him gifts

Some even ask him out

But he gets so shy around girls that he tries to just stay away from the majority of them

Some of them he can handle but he just gets really awkward when they ask him out

One time he just froze up and walked away

Felt sooo bad after but he had absolutely no idea what to do

His brain literally just shut off and all he could do was stare until he got the nerve to just walk away

Definitely tried to apologize after though

It’s all good

Not as fascinated my muggle objects as Tae, but definitely finds them interesting

Likes their jelly beans better, they don’t taste like vomit

DADA is where it’s at

Likes to pick on poor ChimChim, but it’s just a prank man

Always makes up for it though

Owes that boy so many butterbeers good lord

GREAT DUELIST

Tries to practice with Tae but he’s too busy with other classes

Top of all his classes because come on, he’s the GOLDEN MAKNAE

Hates Muggle Studies though

Like why do they have to learn this

Can’t they just use their magic to do that stuff for them???

Him and the other maknaes love to mess with Jin and Hoseok

Don’t know why they just do

They’re the most fun to tease

but he really really loves his friends

A/N: Thank you all for finishing these character profiles! If anyone has any requests, don’t be afraid to request them! My requests are always open. Sending love <333

#bts #bts au #bts x hp #hp au #bts at hogwarts #bts in hogwarts #bts hogwarts au #bts hogwarts #jungkook #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts jeon jungkook #golden maknae

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edgrbones-blog · 7 years ago

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edgar bones.

BASICS

NAME: Edgar Nathaniel Bones

GENDER: Cis Male (He/Him)

BIRTHDAY/AGE: October 27th

Scorpio is the eighth house of the Zodiac and governs the genitalia. Positive traits include magnetic charisma, ambition, drive, a penetrating mind, curiosity, intensity of focus, emotional depth, consistency, persistence, willpower, and the potential for inner transformation and regeneration; negative traits include selfishness, obsessiveness, vindictiveness, hypersensitivity, ruthlessness, cynicism, an inability to understand the word “moderation,” and jealousy. It is said that Scorpios embody both the best and the worst of all that are born under the stars, and that there are three kinds of Scorpios: wicked scorpions, cunning serpents, and saintly eagles. What each Scorpio becomes is entirely up to that Scorpio.

This is one of the more bizarre signs to get sorted into House Hufflepuff, but every now and then it happens. It’s not as contradictory as one would think. Scorpio is perfectly happy to work behind the scenes without getting much recognition, provided that work actually gets something meaningful done and results in personal success; success means different things to different people, and Hufflepuff Scorpios tend to define success as “accomplishment” rather than as “prestige.” These Hufflepuffs are indefatigable. They have the energy and the willpower to keep going even when everyone else around them has quit. They are workaholics to an extreme, if they are obsessed with a particular project; otherwise, they are happy to devote their prodigious energies to their family and friends, to whom they are devoted. Scorpio is often associated with the serpents of Aesculapius, demi-god of medicine, and the social orientation and skill at herbals that Hufflepuff wizards exhibit make the Scorpio Hufflepuff a natural healer. X

RESIDENCE: Hufflepuff Basement

OCCUPATION: 6th Year Student

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

ETHNICITY/NATIONALITY: Mexican & Colombian / Irish HEIGHT: 6'2" HAIR COLOR: Black EYE COLOR: Dark Brown TATTOOS: None PIERCINGS: None SCARS: TBD FACE CLAIM: Diego Tinoco

FAMILY

PARENTS: Jonathan Bones: Father / Head of Obliviator Headquarters Diana Bones (née Crickerly): Mother / Herbologist & Member of the Hogwarts Board of Governors

SIBLINGS: Richard Bones / 19 / Intern in the Department of International Magical Cooperation Amelia Bones / 13 / 3rd Year Ravenclaw Student Tessa Bones / 10 / Homeschool Student

PETS: Lighting / Eagle Owl

MAGIC

WAND: Red Oak, Phoenix Tail Feather, 13 ¼", Very Flexible

Phoenix Tail Feather - Symbolizes Resurrection and Renewal. Those who are very kind, brave, courageous, noble, wise, willing, self-sacrificing, bright, strong-willed, out-going, friendly and/or loyal would have this wand core. Like Dragon Heartstring cores, such cores bond well with those wizards and witches that are exceptionally powerful. Having such a wand core suggests that your loyalty and courageous nature is much admired amongst your friends. This is the best core to have for Evil Repealing spells and DADA (Defense Against The Dark Arts). It is also among the best for Elemental Magic involving Fire spells, Air spells and Metal spells. It is a wand core predominantly found among those of House Gryffindor, but can also bond well with those of House Ravenclaw or of House Hufflepuff. This is the rarest of all the labeled ‘common core types’. Phoenix Tail Feather cores are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either Unicorn Hair cores or Dragon Heartstring cores to reveal this. Phoenix Tail Feather cores show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike. In Elemental Magic, Phoenix Tail Feather cores associate best and most powerfully with Fire spells, Air spells and Metal spells, though depending on the wand type it is paired to, it can work (though not as effectively) with other types of Elemental spells. Wands with Phoenix Tail Feather cores are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. Wands with Phoenix Tail Feather cores are also the hardest to tame and to personalise, and their allegiances are usually hard won. Despite their rarity, Phoenix Tail Feather cores are a popular wand core due to its versatility and power. Their main strength lies in Defense Against the Dark Arts, although their adaptability can wrench them to Hexes and Jinxes if need be. As with the Dragon Heartstring core, Phoenix Tail Feather cores are common amongst Light Wizards and Light Witches, but their users are not necessarily always Light Wizards and Light Witches. This core may specifically impede Dark spells, so they are not common amongst Slytherins. However, they are by far the most common Gryffindor wand core, and are not unusual amongst Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.

Red Oak - You will often hear the ignorant say that red oak is an infallible sign of its owner’s hot temper. In fact, the true match for a red oak wand is possessed of unusually fast reactions, making it a perfect duelling wand. Less common than English oak, I have found that its ideal master is light of touch, quick-witted and adaptabl, often the creator of distinctive, trademark spells, and a good man or woman to have beside one in a fight. Red oak wands are, in my opinion, among the most handsome.

13 ¼- In my experience, longer wands might suit taller wizards, but they tend to be drawn to bigger personalities, and those of a more spacious and dramatic style of magic.

Very Flexible - A wand with this flexibility is happy in anyone’s hands, but this disadvantage is somewhat off-set by the fact that this wand does exceptionally well in just about every area of magic. Owners of this wand flexibility come with a very wide variety of personalities, but they do share a very high level of adaptability to just about any situation and an easy-going nature. X

HOUSE: Hufflepuff

EXAMS:

OWLS

Astronomy: A

Charms: E

Defense Against the Dark Arts: O

History of Magic: A

Potions: E

Transfiguration: O

Care of Magical Creatures: A

Muggle Studies: E

EXTRACURRICULARS:

Duelling Club

Slug Club

QUIDDITCH TEAM: Chudley Cannons

STATUS: Pure

PATRONUS: Erumpent

AMORTENTIA: Mud, Eggnog, Red Currant Rum, Metal, Perfume

BOGGART: Dead Family Members/Loved Ones

PERSONALITY

TRAITS:

+ Humorous

+ Laid-back

+ Adapatable

+ Moral Integrity

- Ill-tempered

- Absentminded

- Unforgiving

- Ruthless

ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good

ZODIAC: Scorpio

BIOGRAPHY

The Bones family is one of the most easily recognizable throughout the Wizarding World. For centuries they’ve affiliated themselves with the Ministry, taking up lower positions and working themselves up. Eddie has a family member in every branch of the Ministry that matters (and who cares about the ones that don’t?) currently, and as for him- well, after Hogwarts he’s going anywhere but the Ministry. He knows that for sure. Much to his family’s chagrin, he doesn’t want anything to do with the Ministry.

But besides staying as far away from the Ministry as he can Edgar has no idea what he’ll do after Hogwarts. He’s never really tried to do anything. He’s done alright in his classes, and he’s been pulled into a few extracurriculars by his friends, but nothing’s stuck. All he knows is what he doesn’t want to do and who he doesn’t want to be. The only thing he’s sure of is that there’s a war coming on, and the Ministry certainly won’t be the ones to end it. He knows he wants to be part of the group that ends it.

#about edgar.

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entireoranges · 7 years ago

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TV in HP (this got long)

There has been talk which often leads to arguments because people seem incapable of being respectful and actually discussing things of what house in the Harry Potter universe Tessa would belong to. For me though I know in the universe she would only be sorted into one and one alone I however prefer sorting people in the hybrid houses. Especially since I find people/characters far too complex to really be pigeonholed in just one house. The descriptions come from THIS buzzfeed quiz. Though if being honest I think the quiz itself is a bit weak but I have gotten all results and meanings from the comment section. Which I did provide in this post so I got you all covered. Alright now for the moment everyone has been waiting for!

There were a few in which I felt Tessa could work well within. Some where I instantly was like that is certainly not her! Of course I am aware I am not her and don’t have access to her mind/emotions/motives/etc. Still from the bits we see and others have said about her you can immediately remove some of the hybrids off the list. I wiggled it down to these options ...

Gryffindor/Hufflepuffs: This is a particularly rare house to end up in, but Gryffinpuffs always recognize one another because they have a tendency both to wear their hearts on their sleeve and to charge into action. You’re honest to a fault, but you’d be willing to lie if it meant helping a friend in need. You’re humble and prefer a quiet life if it’s at all possible, but your keen sense of justice means that you’re always ready to jump to someone’s defense if you think they’re being wronged.

Gryffindor/Slytherin: It’s safe to say that not many people who know you truly know you, because you are a wealth of contradictions. You are individualistic and self-motivated, but you’re also dedicated to a small group of tight-knit friends, to the extent that some people think of you as cliquish. You have a strong moral compass, but your ambition and desire for excellence sometimes cause internal conflicts that you need to use all your considerable wits to resolve.

Hufflepuff/Slytherin: You love animals, your family, and being a part of a team. But while you’re known for being loyal and easy to get along with, that doesn’t mean you’re not ambitious or willing to take risks when the situation calls for it. People might mistake you for a pushover because of your easy demeanor, but they’d be dead wrong.

I find it interesting that I ended up with 2 Slytherin options which is where I have seen most people place her into. Also Gryffindor has been represented 2 times as well. So let’s focus on Gryffindor/Slytherin (and yes Slytherin/Gryffindor has a different meaning)

It’s safe to say that not many people who know you truly know you, because you are a wealth of contradictions.

Tessa is very private on what she shares, either on social media or interviews. When she does at first you think she’s “leading” you down one path but then boom there was a quick curve in the pah.

You are individualistic and self-motivated

Tessa knows who she is and what she wants.

but you’re also dedicated to a small group of tight-knit friends, to the extent that some people think of you as cliquish.

For this you can pretty much say “dedicated to Scott” LOL. Tessa’s world professional and personal basically involves around Scott to where yes the cliquish word choice could apply (but I think they are more then that). More then Scott, Tessa is dedicated to skating world in general. And of course she has other interests and passions such as fashion.

You have a strong moral compass

I take this as Tessa wants to win and be the best by working hard and not cheating or taking advantage of her competition.

but your ambition and desire for excellence sometimes cause internal conflicts that you need to use all your considerable wits to resolve.

Also her (and Scott) being the best need it be for a competition or just a show is important to her. She always wants to give and show her best and when something stops that from happening Tessa struggles with it. And it takes her awhile to realize or resolve with herself that not being the best at all times is ok.

Without saying it isn’t a perfect fit but I personally think it’s pretty good. And I will declare this has my official answer!

Here are all the hybrid descriptions as I promised.

Gryffindor/Ravenclaw: Gryffinclaws like you are rare in the wild, but you’re easy to recognize as a Gryffinclaw because you’re bold, outgoing, and a natural leader. Your ambition and your drive to change the world are powerful forces inside you, but they’re tempered and softened by your knowledge and your understanding, as well as your keen wit and sense of humor. If they haven’t already, somebody should probably put you in charge of something big.

Hufflepuff/Gryffindor: Huffledors like you are a bit of a contradiction. Because of your deep love of your family, your attachment to animals and the natural world, and the fact that you are so open and kind with everyone, many people think that you’re a pushover. But far beyond your warm exterior is a hardness, grit, and a passionate intensity that would truly surprise people who only know you superficially.

Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw: You thrive in collaborations and group projects, but you’re just as comfortable doing things on your own. Those who know you well know how smart you are, but it’s not something you like to show off. In fact, it doesn’t even really bother you when someone else takes credit for something you figured out, because you enjoy the process of working through a problem much more than the rewards of recognition

Ravenclaw/Gryffindor: Welcome to Ravendor – a truly elite house. Your keen, analytical mind and deep love of knowledge for its own sake were not enough alone to get you into this house, because Ravindors must also be lovers of people. To you, most people are both an open book and an endless, beautiful mystery, and your combination of compassion for people you don’t understand, and fascination with what it is that makes them different, truly sets you apart.

Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff: It could be said of you that books are your best friends, but your actual friends are incredibly important to you as well. You love learning, researching, and becoming the master of a particular topic, but you know that a life of the mind is meaningless without true friends to share your thoughts and insights with. You have an extremely strong moral compass, but it comes from thinking about morality logically, rather than from just feeling what’s right and wrong.

Ravenclaw/Slytherin: You have a genuine love of learning and acquiring new knowledge, but your efforts at self-improvement are geared specifically towards achieving the success you know you deserve. You prefer to avoid confrontation, not because you’re afraid of it, but because you don’t suffer fools gladly. You have a particular gift for seeing the merit of both sides of an argument, and you’re not afraid to use that ability to win in a fight, even when you know you’re wrong.

Slytherin/Gryffindor: You can appear cold and standoffish to people who don’t know you well, but you’re deeply attached to your closest friends. Your fiercely competitive instincts are tempered by an innate sense of fairness that will allow other people to get something you want if you feel they truly deserve it, but none of that really matters too much because you almost always get your way in the end. You are, to put it mildly, extremely resourceful.

Slytherin/Hufflepuff: You care deeply about your reputation, and you’re willing to do whatever it takes to achieve greatness…except if that means in any way harming a friend. You are cunning and can be very effectively manipulative when you need to, but you’re just as likely to use those abilities to help people you love as you are to get the recognition you deserve in life.

Slytherin/Ravenclaw: Slytherclaw is the hybrid house that has at once the most potential to achieve greatness and the most potential to do harm. Your sharp wit and intelligence is matched with a willingness to do whatever it takes to get ahead, including taking some serious risks. Your combination of cunning and analytical intelligence make you an asset on any team, but in general, you prefer to work alone.

Now where would you put Tessa based on these meanings? Should I do Scott next?

#my thoughts #tessa virtue #harry potter sorting #hybrid edition

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cyberpiratestarlight · 7 years ago

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Sorted

The Hogwarts train wasn’t as clean as Azula had expected it to be. She huffed in discontent, but decided not to say anything about it. She knew that most of the people around her weren’t used to the superior conditions she lived in and she would’ve get to used to them eventually.

Azula sighed before sitting down. Zuko crossed his arms over his chest while looking down on his younger sibling. He toyed with the idea of asking her if she would be alright, but he swiftly decided against it. Even if she was nervous – which was unlikely, since it was Azula that he was talking about – she would never admit it. Again, it was Azula he was talking about it.

Zuko signed. ‘I’ve already seen Sokka, so I’m going to see where he is,’ he muttered.

‘Fine,’ Azula said while checking out her nails. She didn’t as much as glare at her brother when he left het coupé.

Azula allowed her a few deep breaths. Today would decide what the next seven years of her life would look like, so she would be lying if she said she wasn’t a bit scared. It was a good thing she was such a good liar.

It had surprised her that Ozai had joined them to bring them to London. When Zuko had to leave for his first year it had only been Ursa. That had to be expected, since Ozai had neved liked his son. It hadn’t helped that Zuko had turned out to be a Gryffindor.

Azula on the other hand was Ozai’s favourite child and she was determined for things to stay that way. She had to be sorted into Slytherin.

It wasn’t really a family thing and Ozai had never mentioned to Azula that he had expected her to end up in Slytherin, but he had always praised his own house as the only true house. Slytherins wer cunning, ambitious and resourceful and Azula liked to think that she had those qualities as well.

‘Excuse me,’ someone said as a door shoved open. Azula looked at the girl. She had a very long braid, ligthbrown eyes and a very exciting grin. ‘Can I sit here?’ she asked.

It wasn’t someone Azula would classify as her ideal first new friend. She shrugged, eyes the girl thoroughly. ‘If you want.’

‘Thanks!’ the girl said. ‘My name is Tai Ly.’ She sat down on the other side of Azula and smiled eagerly.

‘I’m Azula,’ Azula said.

‘Nice to meet you!’ Ty Lee looked outside and waved.

‘Are you parents here?’ she asked.

‘They have dropped me off,’ Azula responded. ‘They’ve probably left by now.’

‘My parents always stay,’ Ty Lee said.

She was quit for a little while, until the train started moving. She watched her parents for as long as she could before leaning back.

‘Do you know in which house you’ll end up?’ Azula asked.

‘I don’t know,’ Ty Lee answered. ‘I have six sisters, and they’re all in Gryffindor. So everyone expects me to end up in Gryffindor as well, but I don’t know if it suits me. I mean, I’m their sister, not an exact copy, you know?’

‘My brother’s in Gryffindor as well,’ Azula said. ‘But I’m actually hoping that I’ll be sorted into Slytherin.’

‘I think I’m going to thrust the system to put me where I belong,’ Ty Lee said. ‘And I’m really hoping that’s not in Gryffindor.’

Azula smiled at the girl. Maybe she was not as bubbly as she had seemed.

‘Hello,’ another voice said. The girl had long black hair with two top knots. Her eyes were darkened by carefully applied eyeshadow and eyeliner and all her clothing was black. Azula decided that she liked this girl.

‘Can I sit here?’ Mai asked. ‘All the other places are full.’

‘Of course,’ Ty Lee said cheerfully, before Azula could respond. Mai sat down next to Ty Lee. They formed an astounding contrast – pink next to black.

‘We were just talking about the houses we want to be sorted into,’ Ty Lee said.

‘Slytherin,’ Mai said without second thought.

Azula could help but grin widely at those words. She really liked this girl. ‘Same,’ she said.

‘God, no I really want to be sorted into Slytherin,’ Ty Lee said. ‘I hope I will be, though.’ She pondered a few seconds before cheering up again when an old lady entered their coupé, asking if they were interested in candy.

‘No, thank you,’ Azula responded.

Mai looked at woman with a face that looked bored and annoyed at the same time.

‘Yes!’ Ty Lee exclaimed.

‘So, what house do you think you’ll be sorted in?’ Sokka asked towards the smiling boy that sat next to his sister.

‘Huffelpuff,’ Aang responded.

Sokka looked slightly disapproving, just as the girl that sat next to him. She had introduced herself as Toph and Sokka had noticed that there seemed something weird about her – but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Aang didn’t seem to notice it. ‘You?’ he asked.

Sokka huffed. ‘I’m in my third year,’ he said proudly.

‘So you have already been sorted?’ Toph said. ‘What house are you in?’

‘Ravenclaw,’ Sokka responded.

‘So you’re really smart?’

Katara snorted. ‘Not really,’ she said. ‘We were all kind of surprised when he wrote back home that he was sorted in Ravenclaw.’

Sokka glared at her, but decided to ignore her comment. ‘What house do you think you’ll be in?’ he asked Toph.

‘I’m a Slytherin, for sure,’ she responded. Sokka glared at her, but she didn’t see him. The realisation dawned on him that Toph seemed to be blind.

‘And you?’ Aang ask Katara. She frowned while playing with the red necklace around her neck. ‘I’m not sure,’ she answered. ‘My mom is a Gryffindor, my dad is a Slytherin. So maybe I’ll be a Hufflepuf as well, so that we’ll combine all houses.’

‘I think you’d make a very nice Ravenclaw,’ Sokka said. ‘You’re quite smart as well.’

Katara shrugged. ‘We’ll know soon enough,’ she said.

Toph was one of the first students to sit down. The entire crowd was looking at her. ‘Very brave… and very reckless,’ the voice said in her head. ‘But also very determined. Interesting.’

Slytherin, Toph thought.

‘I think that is indeed the best place for you,’ the voice said. ‘Slytherin will value you more than any other house… SLYTHERIN.’

‘Another one of you?’ the voice said in her head. ‘I’ve already seen six of your sisters, all in Gryffindor. And I’m sure you’ll find your place in…’

NO, Ty Lee thought. I’m not like my sisters.

‘Not like your sisters?’ the hat pondered. ‘A very strong urge to prove yourself, indeed…’

Slytherin, Ty Lee thought.

‘Slytherin will make you great, that’s for sure,’ the voice said. ‘But I still think Gryffindor is a very good place for you… no? You’re sure? I can see you are… in that case: SLYTHERIN.’

Mai wasn’t impressed by the crowd staring at her. She crossed her arms and waited for the hat to be placed on her head.

‘Hmm…’ the voice in her head said. ‘I’m not sure whether to pick between Ravenclaw or Slytherin.’

Ravenclaw, Mai wondered. She?

‘You’re more intelligent than you give yourself credit for,’ the voice said. ‘And Ravenclaw will inspire you to explore that side of you more… but you’ll feel at home in Slytherin as well. You’re determined and very cunning…’

Slyherin, Mai thought.

‘Really?’

SLYHERIN, Mai thought while frowning. She sat down next to the bubbly girl that had turned out to be a Slytherin as well. Who would have known.

Katara tried to find Sokka while she walked towards the head. Her heart felt like it was beating in her throat.

She sat down and tried to look confident, but she was sure that her nerves were visible on her face.

‘Very brave,’ said a voice in her head. ‘Very brave. But also very resourceful. Nothing will stand between you and your goal.’

Ravenclaw, Katara thought.

‘Ravenclaw? You’re smart, but I’m not sure if that’s the place for you. I’m quite sure it isn’t, to be honest. You’re more interested in knowledge you can use, not knowledge just for the sake of knowledge. No, Ravenclaw is not a good fit. Slytherin will help you to reach your potential, no question.’

But people will think I’m evil, Katara thought.

‘People will assume things about you based of your house anyway,’ the voice said. ‘But I’m quite sure that I’ve found the perfect fit for you.’

Azula stared at the ragged, ugly hat she had to put on her head in a few short minutes. She really hoped that none of the other students had lice.

Azula forced herself to seem stern and confident, but couldn’t deny that her stomach was magic weird movements. She allowed herself a short glare towards the Gryffindor table, but she couldn’t recognize her brother between the hat-wearing crowd.

She heard her name and forced herself to walk calmly towards the chair, making sure that she wouldn’t make any sudden movements. The hat was placed on top of her head.

‘A hard worker, but not a Hufflepuff, that’s for sure,’ she heard the hat say. ‘Very smart, very smart indeed… and also very brave. But those qualities are means to an end, aren’t they? Very ambitious… and resourceful. I think you’ll be an excellent… SLYTHERIN.’

Azula released the breath she didn’t realise she was holding. She did it.

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This #supposed to be a one shot, but just imagine how awesome it would be: a girl gang with Azula, Toph, Ty Lee, Mai and Katara - and how scandelous the relation between Mai and Zuko would be ;).

#azula #mai #ty lee #avatar the last airbender #avatar #slyherin #katara #toph

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