#but that makes this the first time i'm writing second person AND harry's pov which is wild

[shegoesbyjoy]

the other side of oblivion

ya girl is back at it again with another DE fic ✌️ 4,528 words, pretty heavy angst (with an uplifting conclusion), and features a healthy sprinkling of some of my favourite quotes from the game.

this was written rather obsessively over the course of 2 days, most of which fell in the early hours of the morning because i apparently Do Not Know how to maintain a proper sleep schedule when i'm inspired to write. bit of a different format than the usual as well, which was fun to try it out!

as always, love to hear your thoughts if you read it (tysm for reading regardless 💖), share if you'd like, and hope you enjoy :)

[andithiel]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💙

Aaaah omg thank you for this ask my dear friend 🥹 I loved your list (found here). I did this 1,5 years ago (that list can be found here) and I didn’t want to repeat myself so I’m going to go with stuff that I’ve written since (as if that would make it easier) *cries in ambivalence*

Sweet Desire (Scorbus, just short of 6k, rated E, first person POV) I wrote this for last year's next gen fest. I was in a major writing slump and couldn't find any inspiration until I found the prompt "first time oral sex" and for some reason that inspired me. I had so much fun trying to convey that giddy teenage trying new things together in a trusting relationship, and I hope I pulled it off. Scorbus is pretty tricky for me to write but I really enjoyed spending time with these two lovebirds.

Sinking/Floating (Drarry, 963 words, rated T, second person POV) This was also something that made something click in me when I saw the lovely imovie of @bluebutter-art 's amazing fanart So rest your weary heart with me. I wanted to convey the same feeling I got when looking at Blue's art, and it took me a while to get there but I'm still very proud of how it came out.

Take that ride (Drarry, 1,6k, rated T) Inspired by Dance to this with Troye Sivan and Ariana Grande. I tried to capture the feeling of the song and include some of the elements in it, and tried to focus on the sensory despcriptions (which is something I tend to forget when writing), and I think it's one of the things I'm most proud of.

Let me show you (Drarry, 556 words, it's only on tumblr but I guess I'd rate it T) Sometimes inspiration just hits. You go about your daily chores and thinks about the fuck or die trope and then BAM! You need to write a 500 word drabble about mutual pining and Draco heroically chasing down Harry to offer his services.

microfic for the prompt "Truth or dare" for last year's flufftober I'm just super happy and proud that I managed to get this amount of story into 50 words, go me!

[emsuemsu]

So, occasionally I do adventure out of my comfort zone and read something other than Harry and Draco falling in love for the 1246th time in a row. This month I've been enjoying some magnificent entries in HP rare pair fair (@hprarepairfest) - all the love for this fest. Also I've been exploring some jegulus which I'm absolutely obsessed, at least in theory. In reality I don't think I'm honestly strong enough for the marauders era at all, that shit fucking hurts and I salute all those who go through it day to day. You're amazing.

So, without futher ado, my november non-drarry favorites:

Apple Tree and Juniper by @trueliarose 💫 Harry/Charlie, 17,732 words

Charlie Weasley: dragon tamer, single, attractive and the man Harry had had a crush on for years - what will happen when said man has to take some time off at work and decides to occupy himself by helping out with Harry's business?

Now, the thing about me is that I'm the biggest simp for Charlie Weasley. He makes me absolutely feral. The whole idea of getting it on with your best friends brother is like fucking ecstasy to me, and this might or might not stem from personal experiences. Out of all the Weasley siblings Charlie with Harry is just 🤌🤌 Now this fic had it all. A little angst, lots of fluff, Harry being all crafty crafty, TENSION and PINING, amazing magical woodworking lore (??? idk but i love it).. and the best part is that I noticed the author started a series with this fic being the opening act - I've never in my life hit that subscribe button as fast as I did with this one. God is good.

Choices by @sophsicle 💫 Regulus/James, 624,178 words

People make mistakes, but they also make choices. It’s important to James, that difference. He does his best not to confuse the two.

This is an honourable mention on this list since I read this already in October. But listen, I'm fucking traumatized by this fic. This was my first jegulus, my first marauders I've ever finished, and my 13th goddamn reason. And I can't even blame anybody other than myself, I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. I binge-read this in a day and a half and in retrospect I should've taken it a little more easy. But what can I say, I'm an all or nothing kinda girl. Chapter 53 hits different at 4am, just saying. The writing was hauntingly beautiful and I still think daily about some quotes and scenes from this fic. This fic is a journey and I'm glad I took it.

Light Bringer by meanwhiletimely 💫 Albus/Gellert, 10,678 words

Gellert doesn't simply shine—Gellert blazes, casting all around him into shadow with sheer dazzling force of being. When he turns that beatific gaze on you, your whole body comes alive for him: heat flaring up from within, blood in your veins turned to light.

This story is EVERYTHING. I was holding by breath while reading this. Beautiful. I love grindeldore (even though my resentment of Albus is as deep as the Mariana Trench), and this has to be one of the most beautiful fics I've ever read. This was written in second person POV which made the fic even more intense. Like I felt every word in my soul. Lots of love.

Mystic Lake of Memory by @sliebman10 💫 Harry/George, 5,055 words

As George's thirtieth birthday approaches, Harry convinces him to go on holiday to Loch Ness, where he and Fred had originally planned to spend their birthday in search of the sea monster.

Fred and George remain as an open wound for me still after all these years. This fic was sweet and melancholic at the same time, I absolutely loved how their relationship had grown and this fic was pretty as a picture. Absolute joy.

Sleeping With Ghosts by @ghaniblue 💫 Regulus/Harry/Draco, 27,902 words

Harry wakes in an unfamiliar bed to Regulus pointing a wand at his head, and then Draco moves into his house. Harry just wants the world to fuck off; being able to sleep through the night would be appreciated, too. This is the story of one very tired saviour of the wizarding world, a resurrected corpse and a mean little ferret living in Grimmauld Place together, drinking too much tea, talking less than is warranted, and falling in love.

I'm a slut for triads. Even more of a slut if two thirds of the triad is drarry. This fic was everything. It was so witty and funny and I was seriously laughing out loud reading this. I need this relationship tag to BLOW THE FUCK UP in 2024. I loved the build up and the ending was perfect. I really enjoyed Regulus' characterization and I think this fic really hits the spot with how I imagine him being. The interaction between the three of them was amazing.

Sweet Boy by @maraudersaffair 💫 Harry/Narcissa, 6,261 words

Harry agrees to date Narcissa to help her improve the reputation of her family. The intensity of their sexual chemistry takes them both by surprise, and it turns out there is nothing fake about their arrangement.

After reading this I decided that being a MILF is a state of mind and that being said I am one now. Do I have any kids? No. Will I have any kids? God knows. This fic was delicious in all the ways and more and I love Narcissa. So much.

Two of the Easiest Words in Gaelic by sky_watcher_rose 💫 Druella/Minerva, 27,902 words

Minerva will be the first to admit that Druella Rosier was the love of her life. But it’s been twenty years since they last saw each other, and she’s done her best to move on. When Druella unexpectedly arrives at a parents’ evening - the first she’s attended in the four years that Minerva has been teaching her children - both of them have to face up to certain feelings that never went away.

I usually shy away from muggle au's, but this was magical nevertheless. It was the first fic with this pairing I've ever read (and yes I have to admit I had to google who Druella was). The Scottish winter vibes were immaculate. I absolutely adore the "one that got away" kinda vibe in this one. There was this one quote from Minerva which was something like "I'm Scottish, nothing depresses me except bad whiskey" and I felt that in my core. Feel u sis, even though I'm not a Scot.

Unguarded-series by birdsofshore 💫 Draco/Albus Severus, 5 works, 38,834 words in total

Dilf-Draco is all I need in my life. So fucking hot.

[khaleesiofalicante]

hi! i need to get something off my chest, like in shadowhunter world both tv and books, books is my favourite not because i hate tv characters (bc teh emotional vulnerability was very well done there- i literally it was so hard to wait for my school to get over so i could watch the show) but bc books is the original stuff which i fell in love with for teh first time, also why though all teh series are really good in shadow world but tmi holds a special place in my heart (no matter how imperfect it is in certain places) which i think also translates into my love for book!malec more than show!malec. (the height difference bugs me so much in show bc its not the right one, alec loves being shorter than magnus, but i love matt sorry harry but matt is yeeahhh...) idk why i have never been able to attach myself to show malec fics as much to book!malec fics. I think the only long show!malec fic i read was yours that you made about detective alec and lawyer magnus, but that was bc i love your writing and stories (i love the book!malec and mavid ones more sorry !! but i cant david is an original character but i love him so much, sry got sidetracked) tbh i also felt that the next malec fic would be show malec bc i cant (even tho i have read the lmlt i think it was named.. one of teh first long fics you wrote which had asmodeus and alec relation) imagine book alec having a relationship with asmodeus which is even remotely decent. but show malec have always been more softer and more communicative about their vulnerabilities. (which makes me realize now, i also love the intensity of book!malec more, huh)

Anyways i dont know why i blabbered, but i see so many posts about it but i am sorry show malec but book malec is it for me. or more like every book character esp jace and clary is it for me than show clace too. (i think it was also because of the actors though jace's actor did an amazing job in the later seasons.) But i can't wait for your new malec fic, i am ready to gobble up anything you put out there srsly, like i trust you are gonna make it worth it (like i never thought i would like the rwrb fic so much as i do rn, bc like in my hea di have already read teh book and i know what happens but yeah i should have known!)

Also have you ever thought of making a show and book crossover fic? i think you made one maybe i dont remember but like would you ever consider working in that world again?

No, I think this is fair. You're allowed to have a preference. I like book malec better too - simply because there is more to their characters and I usually prefer book versions anyway.

Regarding the fic, first things first, you can imagine them however you want! I know for a fact not everyone who read TLND imagined Alec as Sebastian Stan (I will stand by this casting!!). But it's how I, as the writer, imagined it. My castings are simply for me - to be very honest. I pick faces and people who help me visualize my characters better. But that does not mean you have to do it too. I'm sure people on ao3 who read my fics but don't follow me tumblr have no idea about any of these castings. So, yeah. You can imagine them however you want.

I also want to note, since I got another ask about this as well, that the casting I choose doesn't really affect the personality and behavior of the characters. It's the other way around really. Sure in the show Alec doesn't have blue eyes and Magnus is shorter, but those (among a few other differences) are completely irrelevant to this fic. If someone is put off by Magnus being shorter (in my fic, I mean) then that's their problem. It's such a mundane detail (for me) and I'm not going to be mentioning the colour of their eyes and their height every five seconds. This fic is rather different so I doubt it'd be mentioned at all (considering it's alec pov too - if you notice he is the kind of character where i don't write a lot of descriptions for the people he interacts with because Alec doesn't care about that a lot)

But yeah. It really shouldn't matter. At least I hope not <3

[gothark]

Books I've read in July 2024

And what I thought about them:

The Husky And His White Cat Shizun Vol 1 - I looked at a problematic person and said 'yes, you. i will keep you' no joke though I breezed through this one, so invested like wdym????

5 Stars

The Borrow a Boyfriend Club - literally based on 'what if everyone was a stereotype' and I really wanted the characters to be more than that? and they were, but all that got added was that they were all fucking mean

DNF

The Sky Blues - really didn't like it at the beginning but I didn't want to DNF another book right away so I continued and I think I liked it more at the end? Might just have taken me hostage instead though. Cheesy.

3.75 Stars

Tadek and the Princess - Follow up Novella to 'A Taste of Gold and Iron' and it made me bawl my eyes out. i was ugly sobbing, such a good exploration of grief and not allowing yourself to feel that grief. chefs kiss.

5 Stars

The Lightning-Struck Heart - I just couldn't get into this one. Maybe me and T.J. Klune just don't mix but this kind of humor goes from kinda funny to really fucking annoying in like 4 chapters.

DNF

Reforged - I just got over A Taste of Gold and Iron and this punted me right back into it, very similar feel but also different? I dunno how to explain it but if you liked one of these you will probably like the other one too. This just missed that slight spark to make it amazing.

4.75 Stars

The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories - Jesus fucking Christ. Like. WHAT. I hated this, this is legit the worst book I've ever read. If you like stories that sexualise the abuse of women at the hands of men in literally every single story this is the book for you. Maybe I'm just stupid but none of these stories gave women any agency, everything was just done TO them. Hard no. Gross.

0.25 Stars

She Who Became The Sun - Holy Shit. My beloved. Actually just my favorite fucking book ever. Like Shelley??? Hello??? How did you write this masterwork? Still can't decide if Zhu or Ouyang is my beloved (it's Ouyang) Pls, everyone read this. i'm keeping the second book in the series for dark times.

5 Stars

The Past Is Red - It was fine? I didn't like the guy, whatever his name was, i didn't like the rift between the silly names for things and the at times really horrific things going on?? the reveal at the end felt kind of cheap and unbelievable.

2.25 Stars

MADK Vol 1 - Insane? like... wtf did I just read? homoerotic cannibalism the manga. i was intrigued though and the art is really pretty??? (help)

4 Stars

MADK Vol 2 - i have no clue what's going on anymore, i'm just here for the ride. things are happening and my last brainvell has left the chat

4 Stars

The Fragile Threads of Power - CONFLICTED. I liked it? the world is really interesting? the problem was the 50 different pov's and that i really like some of those characters and really disliked others. i was also a little confused at the beginning because this was the first book i read in this universe (which you totally can do, everything you might be missing gets explained)

4.25 Stars

Herald of the Witch's Mark - i thought this was the last book in the series but it wasn't and i was lowkey so glad to be finished with the series because we have a serious love/hate relationship going on. i'm also just not the biggest fae person I've realised. oopsies.

3 Stars

Red Rising - my god, this is so good. completely changes it's vibe like halfway into the book and i'm all for it??? darrow is fucking insane, batshit crazy. this man will lead me to an early grave and I will THANK HIM FOR IT. he is my favorite frat bro who does murder in space. right after she who became the sun in my fave book rankings.

5 Stars

The Lightning Thief - I read the first five books once as a child and man this just hit such a good nostalgia spot, it also has none of the bad taste that harry potter does and this was just such a nice and easy read. like a nice rainy day in a warm blanket. would recommend.

5 Stars

The Extraordinaries - I actually started reading this at the end of 2023 and that should basically say everything. So technically this is my first TJ Klune, not Lightning-Struck Heart but I gave up on it after. Microwaving a cricket to make it radioactive to gain super powers was just too much. also the main character? felt kind of offensive if he was supposed to be a character with autism because no way in hell would any real person actually be like this

DNF

A Darker Shade of Magic - We have the problem here, I like the world but the pov characters are the ones I did not like in Threads of Power (lila) i'm sorry, i just don't vibe with her personally overall a good book though?

4 Stars

Shadow and Bone - man it just took too long to get to the reveal, once again i didn't really vibe with any of the characters (except for mal) and i want to punt the Darkling to the dark side of the moon

3.75 Stars

The Sea of Monsters - what can I say? i'm a sucker for greek mythology so this is just really my thing and it's just such a nice break to take between other books, also the twist at the end? i love that shit lol

5 Stars

Firefly Lane - so this book was basically taking the blueprint for the life of the typical midwest, american white women (maybe a little extra shitty life) and it's this book. it feels like going down a check list. young girls getting sexually assaulted? check. young girls getting with older men? getting pregnant when it wasn't planned? having a miscarriage? getting married to the guy who liked your best friend before he liked you? surprise twins? (being a bad mom lol) but that works for some people, just not really some gay guy who thinks marriage and children are kind of icky (personally, for me) also the parts where it was heavily implied that the one women was only unhappy because she had her dream job but no husband or children??? so ew. the ending got me though because cancer runs in the family. oh also just way too fucking long. needs to be like 40% shorter, so boring for so much of the time

3.5 Stars

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @skeptiquewrites i love these games! this got very long so answers below the cut!

How many works do you have on ao3?

123 total but 22 HP fics

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

886,281

3. What fandoms do you write for?

i'm writing HP/drarry pretty exclusively at the moment and i've written the second largest number of fics for this fandom. but i've written like 69 sherlock holmes and/or bbcs fics and i think 16 good omens fics

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

they're all good omens fics in the 2k-3k range. none of my other fics even come close. my most popular drarry fic is Propinquity which makes sense it has a fun premise

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes! i respond to comments when i have the time and energy and usually i do it in batches shortly after i've published something new

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i don't rlly write angsty endings. in the bbcs fandom i wrote an infidelity fic series where they're in a very unsustainable situation and i intended to write a final installment with a happy ending but i was so disenchanted by the last season of the show that i just never did. i've never written an angsty ending to a drarry fic. i find angst kinda boring tbh :p

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

almost every single fic i've ever written has a happy ending but the drarry fic i've written where the pov character has the most to cope with before he's happy is probably either propinquity or moonrise. they're also my youngest dracos, which probably has something to do with it. they've had less time to recover and grow. i think i have to give the edge to moonrise, actually because he's soooo sad and lonely at the beginning, and he develops this bond not only with harry but with ginny (they give each other stupid nicknames) and hermione (they have a very special scene toward the end of the series)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i didn't used to, but i've gotten a bit since i started writing drarry! there are a lot of polarizing characters and relationships, and people will sometimes tell me they didn't approve of how i handled something or other. i was too soft on dumbledore i was too hard on draco. oh well. no refund.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes! for me, smut is an important part of demonstrating the trust and intimacy between my leads as well as like. joy and playfulness. consequently my smut tends to be silly and jokey but also very romantic and sort of idealized.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i wrote a fleabag/bbcs crossover once where fleabag picks up john watson at her therapists' office but it's the only one i've ever written and it was sort of to tease of friend of mine

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i'm aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, a handful! mostly my good omens fics

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no but i'd love to write one with @clytemenestras

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

i am not rlly a favorites kind of person but obviously drarry is doing something special for me rn. they are both Me and pushing their faces together and making them kiss is an act of self love <3

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

i NEVER publish WIPs but i do have this 8th year WIP that i'm rlly struggling with and put it on the back burner. i think i'm just trying to do too many things with it and i get stuck and unsure of where to go first when i open the document. originally it was supposed to be a theater kids fic because i loved the idea of draco as a theater kid. but the version of draco that unrolls when i write is so exhausted and burned out and also he's kind of being shunned. he just isn't embodying the flamboyant joy i was imagining when i came up with the idea.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'm very good at depicting relationships. my dialogue is good and my characters develop all these inside jokes and references that make them feel like real people.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

my fic tends not to be very plotty but idk if i consider that a weakness. i'm not trying and failing to write plot. i write what i intend to write. i guess i write pretty slowly, but i'm okay with that too.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

draco often speaks french in my fic, and now that i think about it, it's usually to show his closeness with people who are not harry. i guess i have this idea that it's easy to reduce him to his interactions with harry, but he has social relationships outside of that. he's like. capable of pleasantries. he's chatting with his cousins he's chatting with madame maxime. it's a fun little way to make him a bit mysterious. that's one of the things harry likes about him, isn't it? what's that draco malfoy up to? what's he saying? it's fun!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

bbc sherlock

20. Favorite fic you've written?

it's hard to compare fics across fandoms and even within drarry it's hard to compare fics that are attempting such different things! i think maybe the relationship in A Gift of True Esteem is my favorite because they develop this really strong partnership and their respect for each other is so clear! i also get to drop in a lot of wizarding culture, like draco gives harry some books that i got to make up titles for, they go shopping together and out to dinner (i think i was inspired by the antiquing scene early in @tackytigerfic's Modern Love; it rlly stuck with me). they go to a museum run by goblins, they talk about how much hogwarts has changed and changes they still want to make. and i got to make up some homework assignments, which was fun too! Strangely enough this is also the fic i've gotten the most hate on! i rlly didn't think i had made any controversial choices when i was writing it but oh well lol. i love getting to look at how they might move through the world as adults. how they have changed and how the world has changed, and i just had a lot of fun with this one.

genuinely do not know who has already played so i tag @oflights, @thehoneybeet, and @vukovich if you want to <3

[evilwickedme]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you for tagging me <3

How many works do you have on ao3?

69 lmaooo

what’s your total ao3 word count?

407,178 which is. A lot

What fandoms do you write for?

My current main fandoms are DC comics and marvel comics, but I've also been writing a lil btvs. Historically I've written a fuckton of Harry Potter, The Witcher (TV), a decent amount of leverage and daredevil (TV), the raven cycle, all for the game, and a few other fics in some random fandoms

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

before we get married, I need to get permission from batman; hang on til the chaos is through; in which an entire university becomes far too involved in Pankratz and Vengerberg's love life; This is all just HR paperwork waiting to happen; and The Sound Of My Own Voice (Asking You To Stay)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to every single comment, with exactly one exception, that absolutely haunts me. The person just kept replying to me no matter what I said and I couldn't make them stop

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending

Mornings, for sure. One of my first ever spideypool fics back from 2016. Peter dies at the end. know we're not together (but I won't forget you) is a close second though

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh I don't know, I have a lot of happy endings but they usually follow a fuckton of angst. Maybe in which the daily planet staff are 100% convinced that the kent-lanes are fucking superman, but I wouldn't call that a traditional ending

Do you get hate on fics?

Nah, although I've had some unnecessarily harsh public bookmarks

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh yeah. My first ever smut sucked but then I wrote so much in 2021 for the witcher that I actually got pretty good at it, or at least as mlm sex. I have some body dysmorphia issues around vaginas and I never feel like I write that well. Anyway I tend to go for excessively sweet or incredibly kinky and borderline unhealthy fics

Do you write crossovers?

Only the buffy/jason fic, unless you count daredevil tv and marvel comics or itsv and marvel comics to be crossovers

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not as far as I know

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!! It's incomplete unlike the original fic but someone translated most of I'm a mess (but I'm the mess that you wanted) into Russian. This wasn't the question but @flowerparrish also podficced the first chapter of my jaybuffy fic!!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes but I removed it from my page following an extremely brutal and somewhat traumatizing fight with some of the people I was cowriting it with

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Mmmm I don't know, that's a good question. For a long time I would've answered jily. Spideypool is probably the main contender now, although spuffy could give it a run for its money - despite the fact that I've only written one fic for them (and implied them in my jaybuffy fic), I've adored them since I was 13, which is. Over 12 years ago fuck

What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Mmm I'm always hoping I'll finish my wips, but the ones I doubt the most are my yennskier fic (no progress in over a year), my literati fic (although I did make some progress about a month ago), and I don't plan on going back to my drarry Hogwarts professor au for obvious reasons

Edit: OH ALSO the Witcher s2 outsider pov is never ever getting finished I'm sorry I know I promised it to a lot of people in the comments but it's not gonna happen

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and characterizations imo

What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions my fucking God I struggle so much with them

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm fluent in Hebrew and my first ever fic was in Hebrew, so if that came up I'd feel pretty comfortable with it. Anything else I'd have to approach someone who spoke the language, and I'd rather just write it in English and say it was in the other languages

First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter and again, it was in Hebrew. I recently described what it was about to a group of friends who called it, and I quote, "adorable". I was ten or eleven at the time and I do not plan on reposting it.

Favorite fic you’ve written?

That's a toughie. I think probably I'm a mess (but I'm the mess that you wanted), but Under the Pink Hood, Of Three Times Lily Evans Changed Her Mind About James Potter, and know we're not together (but I won't forget you) are all honorable mentions

I'm not a tagger - I usually don't even participate in these kinds of posts - but I guess @not-the-blue @supergirlboy @penny-anna and any other mutual or even follower are invited to participate if you wanna

[rollercoasterwords]

okay i took a break and studied for a while and then i picked up the 5 pov aftermath fic and when i tell u i fuckin WEEPED bc everyone is so SELFISH but i UNDERSTAND it and like dorcas was selfish too but it really HIT in that (epilogue? idk what to call the 5 pov thing) that no one (except pandora) really CARED about dorcas herself even after she died and it MAKES SENSE but i am still So Upset about it

lily is someone i identify with the most in most of the fics i read and that held true in this one too!! it didn’t stop me from being fucking MAD at her though when she said she’d do it all again because i UNDERSTAND THAT TO MY CORE but reality is a bitch man and that bitch just slapped me across the fucking face!!

this is the first fic that really made me realize like… the order was SECRET. i feel like in the other canon-compliant fics i’ve read it’s centered around people IN the order so i forget it’s not public knowledge but people like pandora and liam etc really made me THINK about the fact that half of these kids truly did NOT have to join the order if they didn’t reallllyyyy want to and to be honest that makes everything 1000 times harder to swallow. pandora and xenophilius were living so (seemingly) peacefully and the fact that some of them could’ve gotten that ending if they had gone about things a bit differently is absolutely GUTTING.

don’t even get me started on the fact that sirius and remus are so OBVIOUSLY not doing well i actually stupidly thought for a second “aw man, hope they’ll end up okay” and it hit me like a fucking brick wall that they’re LITERALLY NEVER going to be okay again. grief is such a finicky thing and it manifests in SUCH damaging ways especially for these two. they’re just never going to work it out, poor things.

the OTHER thing that was absolutely fucking INSANE to me was the fact that i got to read lily’s pov in the AFTERMATH of something. do you get what i mean? like, normally in canon-compliant fics, LILY is the dead one. she doesn’t GET an epilogue pov. but she did here, and it blew my fucking mind when i realized that, in terms of this story, lily actually lived until the very end. and she’s still living, just sorta suspended there. CRAZY.

GOD i don’t think i’ll EVER stop thinking about this i just can’t even begin to fathom how seamlessly you depicted the complexity of war themes and how EASILY things can slip down the slope and how, despite being kicked while they’re down, humans ALWAYS attempt to claw their way back up in some way shape or form. and it’s normally ugly. UGH wow just. thank you. WOW.

i am answering this so late omg but HI i'm so happy u liked aftermath!!! i truly was not planning to write it at all as i said in the notes i just received 2 messages on here that got me thinking and. well it sort of came out of nowhere lol

but yeah lily in thtf and this oneshot in particular is so so special to me i loved writing something from her pov <3 in a lot of ways she's very similar to dorcas which is. why they never really become close in thtf because they are both very much people whose moral compasses are like...centered around one person. like for dorcas it's marlene for lily it's harry. and that's something i loved getting to explore a little more with lily, because there's really no clear right or wrong in what she's done. like, lily essentially lit the fuse, but dorcas was already a stick of dynamite, y'know? so how much responsibility does lily bear for dorcas's death? were her reasons justified? were her intentions pure? is intent even something that matters in a situation like this?

and yeah i do think it's really interesting to think about the order as like. an underground organization. like it's presented that way in the books but in a lot of marauders-era war fics it doesn't really feel that way since many writers (myself included) tend to make like. all the characters join lol just because. well that's the focus of the story, y'know? but i did want to try and include some of those like "outsider" perspectives and try to show that like--yeah, for some of these kids at least, they probably could have just lived peaceful lives and left the fighting to someone else. that's something i tried to emphasize with lily, too, in that part talking about how like. she joins this war because she thinks it will help bring about positive change that will allow her and her loved ones to live better lives, but she realizes during the course of the war that she is changing so irrevocably as a person that even if they do win and the positive change she's seeking does happen, she won't get to have that good life she's been fighting for, because the trauma of the battle is going to stay with her forever.

and remus and sirius <3 yeah <3 i mean i just love r/s angst what can i say lol

anyway!! truly love exploring all these themes related to wartime and the aftermath of survival, so i'm truly happy u enjoyed reading abt it!!! thank u so much for taking the time to send this lovely message (even though it took me a bit to respond lol) <3

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🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

Hmm! Good question! I'm pretty candid about my writing experiences, I think. Which is a nice way of putting "Danni is a chatterbox and never shuts up ever." Some stories are harder to tell than others.

I was pretty open about how difficult Contempt was, which is one of the most challenging experiences I've had. The second worst was Collateral Damage. While Contempt is the culmination of all of my Snarry feels, Collateral Damage is the whole of my Dron feels, so writing both felt deeply personal and important, made all the harder since I decided to write both for fests. (Not my best decisions except...maybe they were. I'm very proud of both of those fics, and they were able to participate in fests dedicated to their ships!)

While I have mentioned it, maybe Obscene and smile with sweet surprise are up there. Both were ideas that were very important to me that I very stupidly decided to gift people haha. So it was "pressure on" (since both were gifts for creators I admired very much.)

smile with sweet surprise isn't even done yet so is probably the hardest one. At the time I first began, it was a story for a friend. And if you know my history then you'll know it was for an old friend tied to a pretty rough period in my life. (Thus the removal of the gift tag.) (Which felt very mean but it was that or I'd never be able to stomach looking at the fic again.) In fairness, it's connection to that period of my life is one of many reasons it's difficult to push ahead with. On top of it being a story I care a lot about, the stylistic nature of the writing, and also...it's just too dang hot. It's hard to write things that hot, you know!! I have to stop frequently to fan myself and rehydrate.

Though maybe the ones that might be news to someone would be my threesome/moresome fics. The Alchymist and The Alchymist II, as well as Blue Velvet. The Alchymist duology I actually deleted back in 2020 (due to rude people) and in a stroke of sheer madness I rewrote both to switch from past tense to present tense before reposting for Kinktober 2021 and Kinkuary 2022. Yikes. Writing moresomes is hard enough, but looking back at those fics is just cringeworthy and honestly just hurts my feelings. I only reposted them as a reminder to not let rude people get to me like that.

Blue Velvet, though...that's one I'm quite proud of! But it was a big ole challenge. Not only was it a threesome, but alternating POVs! Which I rarely do, and for good reason. It's hard to be really true to a character voice while maintaining a good flow for a story, at least in my experience. Then I wanted to have each POV be more or less evenly represented. I'm very proud of the final product boy BOY was it a ride getting there!!!! (If anyone's going to read anything I listed, pelase let it be Blue Velvet, which is Harry/Scorpius/Severus!!)

Oh also...my dead dove monstrosities, Safe and In My Veins (In My Blood.) Not for the subject matter itself so much as striving for the ultimate emotional impact with both. I'm a lady who likes to do my dead dove justice, you know!

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Some fics flow easily. Gray Eyes (Tell No Lies), Lover Boy at Play, Teardrop in Your Palm, 2+2=4some, The Best Kept Secrets. [Currently Anon fic in Super Problematic Fest.] Writing those felt like loosing a waterfall. I opened the door and it all flooded out of me and swept me along for the ride. Those works feel like magic.

Other fics are a labor of love. Contempt, Collateral Damage, Romantic Notions, Black Skies, A Matter of Time. The Thon fic I just finished the rough draft for. They're buried so deep, you have to rip them out with tooth and nail. It's pulling it out kicking and screaming. It's blood, sweat, and tears. And then it comes out wrong, it seems, and while you're on the ground, exhausted and sore, you have to trudge back up to then whip it into shape. It is grueling. Awful. Makes me question my sanity. "I do this for fun???? Who does this for fun???? What about this is fun????"

Even with those, the end result is the same. Pride. Accomplishment. The awe of bringing a story to life. Of bringing form to my imagination. It feels very powerful, in a way.

Some stories are easy breezy charmwork. Others are all ritual and sacrifice. But it's all magic at the end of the day.

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...do I have to?? Ack...Okay um. I can occasionally string words together coherently. Just kidding sorta. Hmm. I suppose I'm good at making people feel things. I know what my goals are with any given story, and I generally know how to achieve those goals, however strange or difficult they might be. I know how to pull back and carve out unnecessary details. I pay special mind to word choice and punctuation usage, every little bit of it intentioned and by design. I'm pretty good at telling stories without having to spoon feed my readers, and without having to tell every single bit of the story. I stay true to my vision and what I'm passionate about. And I think that comes through to other people, or so I've been told!

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I Went Through The Same - Sirius Black x fem teen reader (platonic)

First of all thanks for the request, anon. Hope you like it!

request: Sirius meets a Witch (Age: 16) from a pureblood family (I don't care which - choose one:)). At first, he is a bit skeptical about her loyalties as she is in the Slytherin House (Stereotypes +-+). As he gets to know her and learns about her running away, he helps the Reader through a tough time.

warnings: family issues, prejudices, mentions of bullying

word count: 1.534

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

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Sirius' PoV

„Harry, do you know her?“, I inquired.

I had just gotten to know the new unofficial member of the Order of the Phoenix, (f/n) Parkinson. But since Snape had brought her here I could not help but distrust her.

“I don't really know a lot about her. She's Pansy's sister … I think one year older than her ... and also in Slytherin. You should keep an eye on her. Her sister, at least, is a bragging idiot”, he declared.

So my assumption had been right. Why had Dumbledore allowed her to come here?

As Harry had suggested I observed the teenager for the next days until I decided to approach her.

“What are you reading?”, I initiated a conversation.

“Just some potion book”, she brushed it off.

I took a look at the pages she was scanning. “Looks advanced”, I noticed.

Potions had never been my strength and this was definitely way too difficult for me to brew.

“Well ... Professor Snape gave it to me as special lecture”, she enlightened me.

“Do you like him? I guess so, since he brought you here in the first place. Why are you even here?”

For the first time she ripped her eyes away from the book to meet my eyes. “Is this an interrogation? Because it's obvious you don't trust me. You've been following me around since I arrived here”, she noted.

Shit! She had noticed?! Although I had been extremely careful to make it seem casual. How had I turned into a man watching a teenager girl? Without context it would creep me out myself.

“Let's say I don't trust the person who brought you here. And that you're always on your own doesn't exactly ease my nerves”, I claimed.

“What did you expect? It's not like anyone here wants my company. In the end you're all the same. Even Molly Weasley is skeptical, though she is still making sure I eat.”

Right. I did not know anything about her, but after what Harry had told me about her sister it was understandable that nobody wanted to deal with her.

“Then what about Snivellus?”

“Who?”

“Severus Snape”, I clarified.

A knowing grin formed on her face. “Oh … now I remember. You're Sirius Black, one of Professor Snape's tormentors back at school. You were such an asshole and yet you're judging me without knowing anything. Could you just leave me alone to read, please?”

Now I fucked up. She was right. I had judged her right away because of my past with Snape. After my time in Azkaban I should have known better than to judge her without any evidence.

An idea popped up in my mind.

I knocked on Hermione's door waiting for an answer.

When I opened the door I immediately spotted her two best friends. Of course the boys were here.

“Hermione, can I talk to you for a sec?”, I requested, signaling her to get out of the room.

“Sure”, she agreed obviously surprised.

“You like potions, right?”, I reassured as soon as we had closed the door of her room.

“Uh … yeah. Why?”, she questioned.

“(f/n)'s reading a pretty advanced potions book downstairs. Maybe you two could talk about it and exchange some knowledge”, I considered.

Hermione crossed her arms in front of her chest. “(f/n) Parkinson? No, thanks. I'm not in the mood for her to call me a mudblood and insist on being superior.”

“Are you talking about (f/n) or Pansy?”

“Where's the difference?”, she inquired. “Sorry, it's not like I wanna judge her right away. But I'm sick of being degraded by some arrogant, pure-blooded Slytherins. If she wants to make an effort to get along with me, she should approach me herself.”

“She doesn't even know I'm talking to you”, I protected her.

“Then why are you doing it? I think you should just let her be and hope that no one is getting harmed.”

With these words she returned to her room.

A defeated sigh left my lips.

Whenever I tried talking to (f/n) the next days she simply brushed me off.

“What do you want?”, she finally gave in when I did not stop annoying her.

It amazed me how calm her voice was. She definitely did not have any issues with keeping her composure.

“I'm sorry. I judged you without even knowing you. Can we start over?”, I pleaded her.

Hesitation was evident in her body language. In my dog form I had learned to sense it.

“I'm Sirius Black, ironically the black sheep of the Black family. I was an idiot as a teenager and still am sometimes. But years in Azkaban made me mature … slightly … and go even more crazy.”

I hoped my words would encourage her to open up to me, to at least give me a chance at all.

A small smile crept onto her face, an amused one. “I'm (f/n) Parkinson. Kinda the black sheep of my family as well which is why I'm here in the first place. Most people avoid me because of my family's and my sister's reputation. Being a Slytherin doesn't help the prejudices in that matter. The people who do give me a chance usually leave when they realize I don't fit into the prejudices, which is why I'm focusing on my studies instead of socializing.”

Her words were like a punch to my face. I had behaved just like everybody else she knew.

“But you were different, right? Professor Snape told me about you and your friends. A Black in Gryffindor. Your family must have despised you. At least you had friends. Is that why you pulled so much shit? Because you wanted to impress your friends and housemates? Because you were desperately trying to show them that you weren't on the side of your Slytherin family? Pretty ironic that you did what many Slytherins are being accused for. Bullying innocents.”

“You're pretty blunt”, I realized.

“What do I have to lose?”, she shot back.

“Touche … so what about Snape and you? Why do you know so much about him?”, I wondered.

“He's the only one who ever saw me. He protected me from the bullying that came especially from Slytherin and Gryffindor students and told me his story to show me he could relate. He helped me improving my grades to the top ones of the year. My potion skills are higher than the ones of most of the seventh graders. Whenever I had to return home over the holidays, he made sure to give me some lecture to work through. That way I could tell my parents I was doing it for extra credits and I could keep some distance from them. Without him my life would be way more of a hell. He's the closest I have to a friend or relative.”

“How old are you, (f/n)?”

“Sixteen. Why?”

“I was just your age when I left my family to live with my best friend”, I recalled. “I had someone to turn to. Snape is the only one you can rely on, right? Is that why you're here out of all places? I bet your family doesn't support the Order.”

Her eyes traveled back to her book. “My parents think I'm spending the holidays with a friend I made up. Luckily they aren't the smartest people and I easily managed to trick them. But it's only a matter of time. They want me to become a death eater. But honestly I would rather die”, she mumbled. “They have been talking about it for years already. Pansy is mad at me because she wants to become a death eater first to make our parents proud. We never came along. I mean … how could we? She's a total jerk.”

“You don't have to become a death eater if you don't want to”, I pronounced.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips. “Easy to say when it's none of your business. What do you expect me to do?”

“Leave your family. It may seem impossible to you right now, but it isn't. In Hogwarts you should be safe. And if anything should happen you could always come to me. I will give you a port key disguised as a ring. That way you would be able to escape at any time if things should get out of hand after all. Better than dying, I would say.”

She looked at me with wide eyes. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I am Sirius. Just kidding. I mean it. I went through the same thing with the difference that I had a better support system. It would be ignorant to leave you hanging.

“And I thought you were just an arrogant jerk”, she stated dumbfounded.

“Yeah, I bet I'll drive you mad sometimes”, I 'joked' pulling the first genuine laughter from her.

I had no clue what I had just gotten myself into, but her laugh already made it seem worth it.

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Morning Sex (Harry-x-Reader-x-Alex) (AU)

po·lyg·a·my : the practice or custom of having more than one wife or husband at the same time.

AN: so after writing this, i realized i should have wrote a fic explaining their relationship dynamic more and how they benefit from each other and what roles they play in their trio but yesterday i got so excited to write my first one shot for this series that i ended up with this. now i could wait and post this after writing the fic explaining their relationship with one another but i know how many people are excited about this series and i'm impatient so i'm just going to post this first. next, i'm writing a fic explaining their dynamic and then one on their sex life.

this was really rushed so there may be mistakes & its not my best smut i've wrote. let me know if you enjoyed. it's a lot harder than you think to write a fic with a trio dynamic in it. so cut me some slack. i tried my best.

one more thing, i wrote this with the use of 'y/n' as the reader but i think in all my other fics for this series, i'm going to be using the word 'you' instead. i find that writing in second person pov is easier than third person pov.

Here is the relationship info that will help you understand this AU universe ------ >>>>>>>

Information on Harry x Reader x Alex (Male) Polyamory Relationship AU Series

(smut & fluff)

word count- 2,387

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The sun is minutes away from peaking over the horizon. The birds are chirping by the window sill. Harry, y/n, and Alex are all cuddled together in bed, sleeping peacefully. Y/n being in the middle of her husbands, just the way she likes it. They make her feel protected and safe. Harry lays flat on his back and y/n has her head rested on his tattooed chest. Her top leg is slung over Harry's thigh. Then Alex is spooning her from behind. He has one arm draped over her middle and his other arm hooked between y/n's neck and Harry's shoulder, hand close to cupping her boob. Y/n could subconsciously feel puffs of air escaping Alex's mouth every time he breaths on her neck as she continues her state of sleep. That is until Harry's alarm starts going off from his night stand, startling everyone awake.

"Mhmm." Harry groans as he blindly reaches for his phone to stop the blaring noise that fills the room. He sluggishly turns it off and stretches his limbs. Then he turns his head over to glance at Alex and y/n. He smiles and wonders how he got so lucky. Lucky to have two wonderful partners that are the most caring and compassionate people he's ever met.

Now y/n is beginning to awake and stirs on the side of Harry, causing Alex to mumble under his breath. With a low, sleep filled voice, Harry whispers, "Morning loves."

With a half awake mind and eyes still closed, y/n shifts over and lays directly on top of Harry's muscular body, shoving her face into the crease of his warm neck. This causes Alex to scoot over and take her previous spot. He throws one arm over y/n's back and lays his head on Harry's shoulder blade. This makes Harry sling his left arm across Alex's bare back, rubbing slow circles onto his skin. Now Alex starts to wake up more and blinks a few times to allow his eyes to adjust to the dimly light room. "Morning babe." Alex croaks to Harry who's staring at the celling.

Harry turns his head to the side and sleepily grins at his husband. Then without saying anything, Harry and Alex both push their heads forward to meet each others lips. With y/n's face positioned in Harry's neck, she can just barely hear the sounds of kissing, which is making her very jealous. She raises her head from Harry's neck and whines, "Hey, I want morning kisses."

Alex and Harry pull away from each others mouths and Harry turns his head down slightly to view y/n's face. "Alright! Alright!. Come ere'." Harry whispers in his British accent. She moves her face to meet his and begins kissing his soft, pink lips. The kiss lasts for about five seconds before she wants kisses from Alex as well. Harry and y/n separate their locked lips and she leans over to Harry's shoulder where Alex has his head resting and connects her lips to his.

Harry and Alex both kiss differently from y/n's observation. Harry is more slow gentle, whereas Alex kisses with force but still somehow lets a bit softness slide through. Because of this force Alex brings into the kiss, y/n lets a moan slip from her mouth and into his accidently, but not one she regrets. While basically making out with Alex, y/n can feel Harry grow hard in his boxers underneath her. So she subtly starts grinding her hips back and forth on his clothed crotch making him moan out loud. "Ahh shit!" Harry hisses. "I need you baby. Can I have you?"

Breaking from Alex's lips for a second, y/n reply back to Harry in a desperate tone, "Yeah baby. Fill me up with your large cock." With her permission now, Harry hooks his fingers into the elastic band of y/n's panties and slides them over her bum and down her soft legs. Then he lifts his hips from under the blanket and tugs down his black boxers that adorned his perfect waist.

Harry reaches down and blindly rubs y/n's throbbing clit with his cock head making her jump slightly and him whine out. Because she doesn't want to be teased this morning, y/n sits up completely, straddling Harry's lap and reaches down to grab the bottom of her t-shirt and toss it on the floor. This allows both Alex and Harry to get a clear view of her body in its entirety. "No teasing Harry. I need you in me." y/n cries out.

"Alright, prop yourself up then so I can align with your gorgeous pussy." Harry says to her while slowly jerking his cock in his ring less hand. Y/n blushes at the complement Harry gives to her regarding her vagina. Alex and Harry both worship her pussy but she still doesn't get the hype around it. To her it looks average and not anything special, but to them it's perfect.

Y/n stands on her knees which are planted on both sides of Harry's waist and with her hands flat on his chest, he looks down and lines himself up with her already wet pussy. When the tip is nudging her entrance, y/n slowly starts to skin down. "Mhmm fuck." she moans, throwing her head back from pleasure. Inch by inch she takes Harry's 9 inch erect penis, until she bottoms out and their hips touch.

"Lay down on my love." Harry heaves out and y/n does as she's told. She gently falls on top of his naked body, her hard nipples rubbing over his chest, and buries her face in his neck like the previous position minutes ago. Then she wraps her arms around his neck securely and begins to lay gentle kisses along his jaw line and over his neck.

Composing himself from the amount of pleasure he's receiving from both her tight vagina and delicate lips on his skin, Harry turns his head to the opposite side y/n is giving attention to and looks at a desperate Alex. While starting to move his hips back and forth, giving them both relief, Harry digs under the covers with his left hand until he finds Alex's hard cock, located in his boxers. He immediately slides his hand inside, grazing Alex's pubic hair, and takes ahold if his throbbing shaft. Alex lifts his hips and tugs down his boxers until they rest low on his meaty thighs, giving Harry more access to his dick.

Harry props his legs up so that his knees are facing the celling and feet are flat on the mattress, giving him better control of his thrusting hips. Y/n is still laying on top of his body, between his propped up spread legs, and grinds her clit with his pubic bone each time their hips collide. Harry is slowly jerking Alex's large cock in his left hand. Now there is three moaning people being simultaneously pleasured all at once.

Sometimes when they have morning sex like this, y/n will gravitate more to Alex and he will penetrate her pussy with his long and girthy dick. Other mornings, y/n just wants Harry. Sometimes the other will get jealous but they never feel left out. If Alex is fucking y/n, he'll either give Harry a hand job like what's currently happening to him, or Harry will stand on his knees beside his head and Alex will lean over and give him a blow job. Then when the roles are reversed like today, Harry fucks y/n while giving pleasure to Alex, making sure no one is ever left untouched.

"Ugh God Harry, your cock feels so good baby." y/n moans in his neck. She has stopped her lips from its attack on Harry's neck because she's in too deep of a state pleasure to think straight, let alone concentrate on his skin. She just clings her naked body to his with all her might and lets him take over all the control.

Keeping a steady pace of his hand on Alex's cock, Harry breathlessly speaks, "Yeah love, you like my cock?" She just hums a 'yes' and Harry speaks again, "I think you're making Alex jealous over here. Tell him you love his cock too. Make him happy." Y/n knows Harry is just winding her up. Forcing her to talk because he knows she has a difficult time when he's fucking into her pussy.

Lifting just slightly from his neck, y/n takes a shaky breath and looks over at her other husband Alex who currently has his head thrown back on her pillow with his mouth parted slightly. "I love your cock too Alex. Fills me up so well and makes me come every time its in me." she heaves.

"Yeah?" Alex asks with a sarcastic tone. Y/n is still looking at him through half lidded eyes and extends her arm out until her hand meets his. Then they interlock their fingers with each others so they feel connected in some way through this intimate moment between the three of them. Alex suddenly moves his head over and reconnects his lips with Harry's. Harry takes them happily and unlike their kiss before, this kiss is way more heated. Harry slips his tongue into his mouth and Alex gives it gentle sucks. Then they swap and do the same thing vise versa.

Y/n is back to having her face being smushed into Harry's sweaty neck, trying to inhale deep breaths but finding it hard when Harry hits her g-spot perfectly with each lift of his hips and her clit being stimulated repeatedly on his hairy mound. She still has her right arm extended to the left and has locked fingers with Alex. The sounds of her husbands making out beside her is making it hard to suppress her orgasm. The coil in her tummy is getting tighter and tighter, making her desperate to release.

"Ughhh shit, I'm gonna come babe." Alex moans into Harry's mouth, while thrusting up to meet his hand.

"Yeah, are you gonna come all over my hand and your stomach? Is my hand making you feel good." Harry says centimeters away from his mouth. Spit strings connecting to each others wet lips from how sloppy their kiss was.

Alex just nods and reaches under himself with his unoccupied hand and massages his balls. This has him super close to coming all over the place. Harry turns his head to the side y/n's face in on and looks down at her, making sure to keep stroking Alex harder and faster. He can tell she's close as well. "Are you gonna come for me as well love? Come all over my cock? I can feel you starting to squeeze me darling. Know you need to come. Come for me." Harry says soothingly.

So they all come together, Harry throws his head back on his pillow beneath him and uses all the strength he has to pound y/n's pussy with the help of his planted feet. Then with his right hand, he grabs her ass cheek and his hips go up and down in rhythmic thrusts. That's all it takes for her to come around his cock. "Mhmm fuck I'm coming Harry! Shit....."

Hearing and feeling y/n come on him, Harry releases too and shoots his sticky cum into her pussy. Though his climax is ripping through him, he doesn't slow down his hand that's jerking Alex's shaft. He grips it even tighter than before and suddenly Harry's hand is too much to bare, so Alex ejaculates his cum from his penis head and it drips down onto Harry's fingers and puddles on his lower stomach.

Y/n can hear both of her husbands deep grunts and moans as they come and it turns her on even more than she currently is. Her body is racking through wave after waves of pleasure. She trembles and shakes on top of Harry. Her vaginal walls flutter around his twitching cock. All three of their chests are heaving. Alex thighs are shaking while his stomach muscles spasm. Harry's thighs also shake and his hips slowly stop their movement as he comes down from his high. Then they each lay there lifeless on the sweaty sheets, breathing heavy and minds clouded with the after shocks of their orgasms.

Harry is the first to break the silence. "God I love you two." At the same time, y/n and Alex bring their lips to each of Harry's rosy cheeks and plants a soft kiss. Then they all decide to suffocate Harry with their naked bodies, y/n still on his chest and Alex laying half way on his left side and shoves his face in his neck. "Are you both trying to kill me? I can't breath." Harry giggles.

"Okay I think we need to get into the shower. I have to leave for school and you my man, have a business to run." Alex tells Harry.

Y/n sits up slightly and frowns. She's gonna miss her husbands when they leave for work. She always misses them. "I'm gonna miss you guys." y/n says to them.

"We'll be home before you know it love. Now come get into the shower with us. You have cum dripping out of you." Harry tells his wife.

They all sluggishly roll out of bed and head to the massive walk-in shower, to shower together. Then Harry and Alex get dressed for work while y/n gets set up in her office to do to work from home on her laptop. Her husbands come by her office and give her a kiss before they leave and before getting into separate cars, kiss each other a goodbye kiss.

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[heyjude19-writing]

Hey there! I was rereading remain nameless when I realized you've done something that no other author has done (that I have seen). I have been reading dramione now since 2016 and trust me I've read a lot of fic. You are the first author that I've seen that has hermione start a muggleborn foundation for first year students. It's usually that she's in the ministry with the magical creatures department which is totally fine, nothing wrong with that. But starting the muggleborn program just..makes sense. It's totally something she would do along with the creature work. And like you say in the fic, it's something that's totally needed and beyond past due. Like imagine at 11 years old you and your family's world get turned upside down and you're expected on Sept 1 to adapt to this new culture. Like..no. no way in hell. Especially for the parents too like wtf. Comparing it to muggle university sealed the deal for me. Like that's the whole point of orientation and family programs for first year college students! So I guess I'm trying to say is thanks for writing this awesome program (and this awesome fic too)! I totally wish to see a canon where this is implemented with hermione turning the wizarding world in the right direction.

Hey anon!

Thank you so much. Part of the reason RN is so long is because I couldn’t leave well enough alone when it came to canon things I wanted to fix. The muggleborn experience being a major one. I just cannot imagine how difficult that must be. Let’s take Hermione’s experience first. She has two (seemingly) involved, supportive parents, both dentists and no other siblings. They’ve got to come to terms with her being magical and then be all right with shipping her off to Scotland for most of the year, to a school they have never seen, to a world they can barely comprehend. I just cannot wrap my brain around muggle parents being okay with this? Before they even get to that point of acceptance, they’ve got to go on this bonkers shopping expedition, starting with Gringotts and just… figure it out on their own?

A family like Hermione’s is going to have a difficult enough time with it. Now what about other muggleborn children like Dean Thomas? From what little we’re given of him, we know he’s the only magical person in his family (from DH it seems he has a mother and sisters, all non-magical). A magical child of a single muggle parent with muggle siblings in tow? That’s going to be a nightmare. And I think of the Creeveys too, their dad’s a milkman and according to Colin (from CoS): “It's amazing here, isn't it? I never knew all the odd stuff I could do was magic till I got the letter from Hogwarts."

I think Hermione would be horrified at how ill-prepared these children and families are to enter the magical world. And so her program is my attempt to have some sort of orientation to magic prior to September 1.

I actually cut a scene when I was writing RN where Hermione tells Draco about her time spent Petrified in their Second Year. But I got too bogged down in the logistics of her parents trying to visit the school and how would they get there and how they’re informed their daughter is basically comatose and yeah, I think the story was long enough. Readers got the point, it makes no sense for Hogwarts, a school that has been around for a thousand years, to not have some sort of informational outreach procedure for muggleborn children/families. Like you can’t tell me there isn’t a Muggle equivalent of Lucius Malfoy trying to storm up to the school every other day over hippogriffs or potions accidents. Obviously with the books being from Harry’s POV we’re limited to how many other characters’ lives we can see, but the lack of time given to Hermione’s family life is such a gaping hole for me.

Thanks for reading and for the ask!

[awriterpretendingtowrite]

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The name's Moss, she/her, and I write fanfiction here on hellsite.com. All my long fics are on AO3, all my shorter stuff is here, although it does overlap quite a bit.

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Complete List of AO3 Fics Here (descriptions below the cut):

Current Fic: The Genderfluid Gryffindor (previously titled “Genderfluid at Hogwarts”)

Completed Fics: "Thus Conscience Doth Make Cowards of Us All" (4.2k, OFMD fic), The Stowaway (21.9k, Mando fic), The Clan (52.6k, sequel to The Stowaway)

Character Letters/Letters from a Character: To Be With You Always (500 words, The Arcana fic)

One Shots: Dean's Confession (pictures here) (1k, Destiel fic), The Stowaway/The Clan One Shots (6.8k in total, occasionally uploading new ones)

I think that's about it! Thanks for sticking around I guess :)

Descriptions:

The Genderfluid Gryffindor: Harry Potter fic (obviously). First Person POV from the adopted child of Remus and Sirius. I started at The Philosopher's Stone and I’m making my way through the books, but I'm making it just so gay. JKR would probably die if she saw it tbh. I upload a chapter once a month (or so), and each chapter is between 3-5k words. I'm following the canon plotline and characterizations pretty closely (at least, at the beginning), but it's basically one big "What-If" scenario where I dropped a ton gayness and a genderfluid kiddo who was raised by Sirius and Remus into the Harry Potter universe. Yes, I fully intend on writing all seven years... this fic is going to be long.

"Thus Conscience Doth Make Cowards of Us All": Our Flag Means Death fic. Third Person POV. Based around the time of 1x09/1x10, in which Ed recites Shakespeare (badly), Izzy Hands is tricked because he's an idiot, and the crew plans to get Stede back before Ed goes off the deep end. Canon-typical shenanigans ensue.

The Stowaway: Mandalorian fic. Second Person (Y/N) POV. You are a stowaway (what a surprise) on Moff Gideon's shuttle when Luke Skywalker comes and takes The Child from Mando. You become a stowaway (how many times can I use that word before you get sick of it?) on Mando's ship and over the course of your journey across the galaxy, you become friends... but of course it's a slow burn romance too ;)

The Clan: The sequel to The Stowaway. It's way longer than The Stowaway because each chapter has like twice as many words. And there's more chapters. I also ended up pretty much speed-running the sequels in my writing towards the end so if you like the sequels, you're in luck. If you don't like the sequels, you're also in luck, since I basically rewrote them. Also, if you like found family you'll probably like this one.

Dean's Confession: Supernatural fic. Third Person POV. I got real sad about Destiel one night and wondered what would have happened if Dean had written out his feelings for Cas after 15x18. I learned Dean's handwriting for y'all so say thank you and go check it out. Anyhow, just a short fic that I wrote at like midnight because I was sad about two fictional men.

The Stowaway Series One Shots: Mandalorian fic. First Person POV. Gave the main character of the original fics a name and put it in first person (I'll let you in on a secret; I hate second person POV. Did I write a 73k word fic in second person? Yes! Did I hate it the whole time? Pretty much!). There's some one shots that didn't fit the flow of the original fic but still happened behind the scenes, and there's some scenes that did get included in the original but I wanted to write from a different character's POV. No, I don't have a consistent uploading schedule for these. Yes, I do take suggestions for one-shots on my Discord.

To Be With You Always: The Arcana (visual novel) fic. A heartfelt love letter from Nadia to the Apprentice (gender-neutral). Short and sweet.

[pebblysand]

17 & 18 for the qna? :)

such interesting questions! ❤️ thank you!

17. Past or present tense? Why?

okay, i am planning to some day write a long writing advice post about this to do more of a dive in to this issue, but as far as i'm concerned: both, but for different things.

i think that in my head, all of my stories are actually told in present tense, it's just that some of them are told from a present time that happens to be after the story took place, which leads to them being told past tense, if that makes sense. i exclusively tell stories from limited povs (i remember a discord conversation where we were discussing unreliable narrators and i said "i don't think i've ever told a story from a reliable narrator perspective"), so to me, i'm telling the story like my character would tell it. if that story is happening right now, then i would tell it present tense, but if the story happened beforehand, then i will tell it past tense.

stylistically, i think present tense is more immediate and raw, and gives a crisp and quick quality to the writing, that is a kind of "on the edge of your seat" narration. past tense is a bit eerier, more poetic, it's more traditional and makes me think of children's tales and like, harry potter and things. obviously, this is a huge thing for me, and such a topic of reflection i could probably talk about it for hours. it goes from playing with time in castles, telling the past and sometimes the future present tense, and toying with hindsight, to the roar series where i use the switch from past to present tense in text to underline the divide between childhood and young-adulthood, and as a symbolism for growing up. i do think that generally, telling a story present tense gives you a lot more flexibility in playing with tense generally, and including flashbacks and flashforwards, in a way that is not impossible, but definitely harder, in past tense.

18. First, second, or third person?

i've written all three! i tend to gravitate more towards third person in fanfic, and towards first person in original writing. i love, love, love the concept of second person and have tried a few times, but i'm not sure i could really pull it off. as per the above, i don't ever really write omniscient, though.

[vivithefolle]

I'm a bit confused. You said in one post that you thoroughly dislike Hermione and that you had no respect for her at all. Yet ... you like Romione? idk, it seems contradictory tbh. I like when Romione shippers acknowledge her flaws and messed up moments but when someone that dislike and even hate her character that much ships Romione and I see them posting about them and calling them "cute" just seems weird

I’ll share with you my whole thought process so you can understand where I’m coming from:

Itty-bitty Vivi who read Harry Potter for the first time (at 13/14, so not so itty-bitty I guess, oops): Woaaah Hermione and Ron yaay!!! They're awesome I love them! They're my OTP always and forever!! Best thing to happen in Harry Potter!! JKR is a genius!

Slightly less itty-bitty Vivi discovering the Harry Potter fandom online (thankfully years after the ship wars, else I probably wouldn't have survived): Why is there so much hate towards Ron? And why are people so opposed to Romione?? It was meant to be since the first book! Or, okay, the second book is when I realized it was gonna happen, but still! Oh well, here is a fic where Hermione berates Ron for everything and he is the only one actually working for their relationship. Cool, more Romione!

Even less itty-bitty Vivi starting her own Tumblr and going around, adding her grain of salt to debates and talking about stuff: Yeah! Ron is great! He's done bad things of course but Hermione has done her fair share of bad things too! Actually, now that I'm rereading the books, I'm reminded of this person I used to call a friend, who was quite smart and cultured but would often be very harsh to me because they claimed it was “for your own good" and “because I'm more mature than you"… I still wanted to be around them, because they were just so smart and passionate, but we often rowed and eventually they really just went too far and tried to make ME out to be the bad guy and most people believed them because they had a reputation as someone cool and logical while I was known for being emotional… wait, what the fuck, that's… that's exactly what happens in the fandom with Ron and Hermione! What the fuck, was I Ron? Admired their intelligence, praised and supported them, fell in love even but was met with scorn and open disdain?!… no, no, come on. Hermione wasn't that bad.

Vivi rereading Half-Blood Prince (and no, this wasn't about the canaries, but about what Hermione was doing after): Oh my god she was that bad.

Vivi as she ponders alternately: Wait, what about JK Rowling? What does she think about all that? What was her intention, what did she want to accomplish with the characters? I know books belong to their readers but if I want as objective an analysis as possible I must try to understand her thought process while she wrote.

Vivi learning about a staple of British literature called “literary alchemy”: The quarreling couple!! Sulfur and Mercury, the Red King and the White Queen, who must marry for the story to end happily!! And their union is represented by… a rose!! Oh my god, that is brilliant, that is so cool! Romione was ALWAYS going to happen, I knew it! Ha!

Vivi discovering the “[Ron] needed to make himself worthy of Hermione” quote: Wha… but… what? Worthy? As if Hermione was some sort of precious trophy or whatever? What the hell? Wait, Ron had to make himself worthy of her but Hermione didn't have to make herself worthy of him? Is it because Ron is the boy or some shit like that??

Vivi going through JK Rowling's interviews and finding sexism and double-standards galore: Yep, it's because he's the boy. And that bit about Hermione being based off herself when she was younger… ouch. And to top it off the scriptwriter pretty much worshipped Hermione…

Vivi rereading the books again: Is it just me, or does Ron hardly ever get any praise or acknowledgement from the adult characters? Meanwhile Harry and Hermione get stuff like “as good as Charlie Weasley" or “brightest witch of her age"! And, damn, I used to side with Hermione because I love cats, but she was completely awful in POA! She apologized but then the plot made her out to be right even then?? And I always thought her Yule Ball entrance was kinda over-the-top, but damn if that's not compensating for something! Also what the hell, I get that Harry is suffering and all but will someone PLEASE pay attention to the fact that Ron is being bullied BY A FOURTH OF THE STUDENT BODY AND NOBODY SEEMS EVEN REMOTELY CONCERNED????? Also what the hell is wrong with the sixth book, I never liked it much but it's like it's trying to make every character look bad, wtf?? And, and, holy shit I never noticed but Ron was asking legit questions during the Horcrux Hunt debate but Harry kept deflecting or mocking him but it's still Ron who had to apologize in the end??? And I've read a whole post about how Hermione punching Ron is the appropriate reaction for a very small child and not a supposedly “mature" character, and that Harry had to SHIELD RON FROM HER, oh my god?? It's… oh my god, what the fuck is wrong with JK Rowling?

Vivi, in denial: Well, Harry Potter is decidedly not a romance. It's about love, but romantic love is quite far down the priority list when it comes to it. JKR has herself confessed that she wasn't too good at writing romance, and I don't blame her because writing romance is hard. But I did enjoy Romione! When I was little I saw it coming from a mile away, granted I was already savvy in literature but that must have been because she was doing something right! And then the sixth book happened… the sixth book which… which was released after the Harry Potter movies were being filmed, wasn't it?

Vivi looking up the timelines: Oh my god. Oh my god it's even worse, the movies were being discussed before Goblet of Fire came out. Come to think of it, I always found that the Trio felt… different, after Prisoner of Azkaban. Harry and Ron especially felt like they had gotten dumber? And Hermione was suddenly explaining everything when exposition used to be split between her and Ron…

Vivi, in mourning: So that's what happened. Ron ended up being shortchanged to make Hermione look better, because Rowling was fonder of Hermione than she was of Ron, and the scriptwriter too come to think of it. Curse you, Steve Kloves!!!

Vivi, who is nothing if not what Pokémon fans call a nostalgiafag: But… but… yeah, it sucks that Ron was shortchanged, and actually yeah it's a freaking travesty and I WILL freaking spread the world about this, mark my words, but, but I still… I can't help it, when Hermione “looked up at Ron and her frostiness seemed to melt" I melt too. When Ron compliments Hermione or tries to take care of her as much as he can I… it still does something to me, I still find myself rooting for them even if I know there's the awful sixth book and the stupid post-Locket beatdown. Their kiss, for God's sake, I've just realized that Ron may have swept Hermione off her feet physically, but it's Hermione who jumped him, you could say Hermione metaphorically swept Ron off his feet!! God damn it, that's good, that's so good!

Vivi, at war with herself: No, I can't let myself be blinded by nostalgia!! The facts are that Hermione shows borderline abusive - even actually abusive - behaviour, this can't be denied! I don't want to root for an abusive relationship! I don't want to root for a relationship that relies on my favourite character being dumbed down to work!!!

Vivi, about to uncover the secrets of the universe: … wait a second. I don't have to.

Vivi, having an epiphany: Reading Solstice Muse's Romione fanfics gives me such happiness because she just gets the characters! She doesn't portray Hermione as perfect and never fucking up, and she always treats what happens to Ron with respect… Well, especially since she can't play them off as a joke since she often makes Ron the POV character. But, yeah! I can still like Romione… if it's well-written. Which, well, isn't the case in the original books… at least, isn't the case anymore after Rowling's bias got the best of her. Even though they do have their great moments.

Vivi, finding purpose in her life: I am going to spread awareness. I am going to tell the world. Fuck, just rereading the books, I've noticed how blatant the favouritism is and how unbalanced it can be. No wonder the fandom seems to collectively scoff at Ron - the books themselves do whenever it's convenient for them! The fandom plays favourites, because the author herself played favourites, and the worst part is that she didn't even realize it! Imagine you spend your life getting into traumatic situations out of love for your friends who always receive compassion and validation for their feelings about said traumas, but YOUR trauma is hardly touched upon and in the rare case it is, it's only to be mocked or used against you… Fuck! You're a piece of work, JKR! And the fandom just swallows it whole like a bunch of lobotomized snakes! Screw it! Screw it, I'm going to say it like it is, and I'm going to say it LOUDLY! People are going to hear about what Ron goes through and we'll see if Harry and Hermione look like the only ones worthy of therapy then!!

Present day Vivi, as she scrolls through the (heavily filtered) Romione tag on AO3: Ugh, another Drarry… and another… and another… oh, a Hinny-centric fic for a change, cool but I'm looking for more Romione than that, sorry. Gah, why is it that Romione appears as a secondary ship everywhere but they can't get their own stories? I've just seen a Snupin come up for God's sake! Oh, finally, a full Romione!! *clicks* … … … awww that was so sweet. Kudos! Okay back to the search… oh, another one!! *clicks* … … … it's Ron-bashing. It's Ron-bashing and it's not tagged Ron-bashing and that's why it showed up in my search AND I'M GOING TO FREAKING RIOT-

[thewidowsghost]

The Unknown Muggleborn - Chapter 8

3rd Person POV

Later that night, (Y/n) crawls under her covers to go to sleep; Marvel lies her small head on (Y/n)'s chest.

"'Night, girl," (Y/n) murmurs, drowsily scratching behind the cat's ears.

. . .

A few hours later, Marvel lifts her head, nuzzling (Y/n)'s face to try to wake her up. She lets out a whimper, pawing (Y/n)'s face.

The girl was sweating and her neck was resting at an awkward angle. Her breath had quickened and her eyes were moving rapidly under her closed eyelids.

Marvel jumps off the bed and streaks into Hermione's room. Hermione had always been a light sleeper, so when the cat jumped onto her bed, she wakes.

Marvel meows, and Hermione's head tilts in concern.

"What's wrong, Marvel?" Hermione asks and the black-and-white feline paws at Hermione's hand and jumps off the bed, stopping at the door, then looking back at the brunette.

What a peculiar cat, Hermione thinks, throwing back the covers and following the cat across the hall to her sister's room.

Marvel streaks over and onto the bed, her green eyes wide as she tries to nudge her companion awake again.

Realization and fear dawn in Hermione's eyes and she walks across the room and switches on (Y/n)'s bedside slight before placing a hand on her sister's shoulder, shaking it roughly.

"Come on," Hermione murmurs. "You've got to wake up."

(Y/n)'s eyes flash open, and she sits up in her bed, her eyes closed, head leaning against the headboard, her hands trembling.

Hermione sits down on the edge of (Y/n)'s bed, and takes her sister's hands in her own.

(Y/n) looks up, her eyes wide with shock - and a bright silver.

Hermione looks at her sister and (Y/n) subconsciously moves over and Hermione slides under the covers, her back leaning against the other half of (Y/n)'s pillow.

(Y/n) leans against Hermione's shoulder; Hermione, used to these nightmares, remains silent.

After a few minutes, she reaches over and turns off the bedside light.

(Y/n) turns on her side, her head resting on the pillow, and Hermione does the same.

. . .

(Y/n) and Hermione don't talk about the nightmare the night before as the two go about the rest of the break leading up until Christmas.

After breakfast Christmas morning, (Y/n), Hermione, and their parents walk into the living room.

"You girls want to pass out gifts?" Mrs. Granger asks and (Y/n) and Hermione nod.

After passing out the gifts, (Y/n) settles back down at her place in front of the couch. (Y/n) pulls the wrapping paper off one from Fred, and sitting on top was a card. It said:

(Y/n), Somebody got this picture of your first Quidditch match, I thought you'd like it.

- Fred

Lifting up the card, (Y/n) smiles seeing a picture in a frame. It was a picture of Fred and George lifting her up onto their shoulders after her first Quidditch match.

(Y/n) sets the picture and card beside her before picking up a gift from Harry. She smiles when she sees a Advanced Charms book and a book on Magical Creatures.

(Y/n) looks over at Hermione as the brunette at her side opens her gift. (Y/n) had given her sister a copy of Hogwarts: A History.

"I have a copy already," Hermione says, turning to (Y/n).

"There's a charm on it," (Y/n) explains. "Whenever something important in Hogwarts' history, it get's copied down in here. Look," (Y/n) says, opening a page. It says, October 31, 1991 - Hermione Granger, (Y/n) (L/n), Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, defeated a mountain troll in a girls toilet.

Hermione stares down at the book and a smile slowly spreads across her face. "This is really cool! I love it! But that's not how that went," Hermione says.

"Ah, but it's better than what actually happened," (Y/n) argues. "That was not my best birthday."

(Y/n) grabs another gift, pulls the paper off, and finds a box of chocolate frogs from Harry, and she sets them aside, promising to have one later.

One of (Y/n)'s last gifts is a package wrapped in glossy blue paper with wolves printed on it.

(Y/n),

Happy Christmas! I'm very proud of what you have accomplished at Hogwarts in such a short amount of time.

-Love,

Uncle Remus

(Y/n) gazes down at the card, a small smile on her face. Then she sets the card at her side and looks at the contents of the box. Inside was a small stuffed wolf with a tag on it's ear that read - (Y/n)'s first stuffed animal, a gift from Uncle Remus. Under that was a new stack of photos that (Y/n) promises herself to look at later.

(Y/n) opens a package and finds a red sweater with a silver (First Initial) on it. Under the sweater was a large box of homemade fudge and a letter.

(Y/n), My sons Ron, Fred, and George have told me a lot about you. My husband, Arthur, and I wish to meet you soon. Happy Christmas! -Molly Weasley

Grinning, (Y/n) pulls the sweater over her head and the four finishing opening all their gifts, both (Y/n) and Hermione take all their things upstairs.

3rd Person POV - with Harry - A few hours earlier

On Christmas Eve, Harry goes to bed looking forward for the next day for the food and the fun, but not expecting any presents at all. When he wakes early in the morning, however, the first thing he sees is a small pile of packages at the foot of his bed.

"Merry Christmas," says Ron sleepily as Harry scrambles out of bed and pulls on his bathrobe.

"You, too," says Harry. "Will you look at this? I've got some presents!"

"What did you expect, turnips?" says Ron, turning to his own pile, which is a lot bigger than Harry's.

Harry picks up the top parcel. It is wrapped in thick brown paper and and scrawled across it was to Harry, from Hagrid. Inside is a roughly cut wooden flute. Hagrid had obviously whittled it himself; Harry blows it - it sounded a bit like an owl.

A second, very small parcel contains a note. We received your message and enclose your Christmas present. From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Taped to the note is a fifty-pence piece.

"That's friendly," says Harry.

Ron seems fascinated by the fifty pence, "Weird!" he exclaims. "What a shape! This is money!"

"You can keep it," says Harry, laughing at how pleased Ron is. "Hagrid and my aunt and uncle - so who sent these?"

"I think I know who that one's from," says Ron, turning a bit pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel. "My mom. I told her you didn't expect any presents and - oh, no," he groans, "she's made you a Weasley sweater."

Harry had torn open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in emerald green and a large box of homemade fudge.

"Every year she makes us a sweater," says Ron, unwrapping his own, "and mine's always maroon."

"That's really nice of her," says Harry, trying the fudge, which was very tasty.

Harry's next present also contains candy - a large box of Chocolate Frogs from Hermione which Harry thought was kind of funny because he had gotten (Y/n) the same thing.

Harry's next parcel was from (Y/n). Opening it, he sees a small box. Feeling curious, Harry opens the box to see a couple of photos. One was of a raven haired man with amber eyes, Harry's father, and a red haired women with emerald green eyes, his mother. The two are standing with a (M/H/C) haired women, (Y/n)'s mum; all three were smiling.

Harry looks at another picture of two kids, probably about a year old. One was a boy with raven hair and emerald eyes, the other was a girl with (H/C) and green eyes - Harry himself and (Y/n).

Then, Harry sees a piece of paper sitting in the box.

Hey Harry,

I found these pictures in the box my godfather left me and I made a few copies. I figured you'd want them.

-Love,

(Y/n)

Harry smiles and picks up the final present. He picks it up and feels it. It's very light, he thinks, and he unwraps it.

Something fluid and silvery gray goes slithering to the floor where it lies in gleaming folds and Ron gasps.

"What is it?"

Harry picks up the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It's strange to the touch, like water woven into material.

"It's an Invisibility Cloak," says Ron, a look of awe on his face. "I'm sure it is - try it on."

Harry throws the cloak around his shoulders and Ron gives a yell.

"It is! Look down!"

Harry looks down at his feet, but they are gone. He dashes to the mirror. Sure enough, his reflection looks back at him, just his head suspended in midair, his body completely invisible. He pulls the cloak over his head and his reflection vanishes completely.

"There's a note!" says Ron suddenly. "A note fell out of it!"

Harry pulls off the cloak ans seizes the letter. Written in narrow, loopy writing he had never seen before were the following words:

Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you.

Use it well

A very Merry Christmas to you

There is no signature; Harry stares at the note, while Ron is admiring the cloak.

"I'd give anything for one of these," Ron says. "Anything. What's the matter?"

"Nothing," says Harry. He fells very strange. Who had sent the cloak? Had it really once belonged to his father? he thinks.

Before he can say - or think - of anything else, but the dormitory door is flung open and Fred and George Weasley bounds in. Harry stuffs the cloak quickly out of sight. He doesn't fell like sharing it with anyone else yet.

"Merry Christmas!"

"Hey, look — Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!"

Fred and George are wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it,the other a G.

"Harry's is better than ours, though," says Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."

"Why aren't you wearing yours, Ron?" George demands. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."

"I hate maroon," Ron moans halfheartedly as he pulls it over his head.

"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observes. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid — we know we're called Gred and Forge."

"What's all this noise?"

Percy Weasley sticks his head through the door, looking disapproving. He had clearly gotten halfway through unwrapping his presents as he, too, carries a lumpy sweater over his arm, which Fred seizes.

"P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours, even Harry got one."

"I — don't — want —" says Percy thickly, as the twins force the sweater over his head, knocking his glasses askew.

"And you're not sitting with the prefects today, either," demands George."Christmas is a time for family."

They frog-march Percy from the room, his arms pinned to his side by his sweater.

Harry had never in all his life had such a Christmas dinner. A hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas;tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce —and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table. These fantastic party favors were nothing like the feeble Muggle ones the Dursleys usually bought, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats inside. Harry pulls a wizard cracker with Fred and it didn't just bang, it went off with a blast like a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a rear admiral's hat and several live, white mice. Up at the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard's hat for a flowered bonnet,and is chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick had just read him.

Flaming Christmas puddings follow the turkey. Percy nearly breaks his teeth on a silver Sickle embedded in his slice. Harry watches Hagrid getting redder and redder in the face as he calls for more wine, finally kissing Professor McGonagall on the cheek, who, to Harry's amazement, giggles and blushes, her top hat lopsided.

When Harry finally leaves the table, he is laden down with a stack of things out of the crackers, including a pack of non-explodable, luminous balloons, a Grow Your-Own-Warts kit, and his own new wizard chess set. The white mice had disappeared and Harry has a nasty feeling they were going to end up as Mrs.Norris's Christmas dinner.

Harry and the Weasleys spent a happy afternoon having a furious snowball fight on the grounds. Then, cold, wet, and gasping for breath, they return to the fire in the Gryffindor common room, where Harry breaks in his new chess set by losing spectacularly to Ron. Harry suspects he wouldn't have lost so badly if Percy hadn't tried to help him so much.

After a meal of turkey sandwiches, crumpets, trifle, and Christmas cake, everyone feels too full and sleepy to do much before bed except sit and watch Percy chase Fred and George all over Gryffindor Tower because they'd stolen his prefect badge.

It had been Harry's best Christmas day ever. Yet something had been nagging at the back of his mind all day. Not until he climbs into bed is he free to think about it: the Invisibility Cloak and whoever had sent it.

Harry leans over the side of his own bed and pulls the cloak out from under it. His father's ... this had been his father's. He lets the material flow over his hands, smoother than silk, light as air. Use it well, the note had said.He has to try it, now. He slips out of bed and wrapped the cloak around himself. Looking down at his legs, he sees only moonlight and shadows. It's a very funny feeling.Use it well.Suddenly, Harry feels wide-awake. The whole of Hogwarts is open to him in this cloak. Excitement floods through him as he stands there in the dark and silence. He can go anywhere in this, anywhere, and Filch would never know.

Ron grunts in his sleep. Should Harry wake him? Something holds him back— his father's cloak — he felt that this time — the first time — he wants to use it alone. Harry creeps out of the dormitory, down the stairs, across the common room, and climbs through the portrait hole.

"Who's there?" squawks the Fat Lady. Harry says nothing. He walks quickly down the corridor.

Harry, his heart racing, and thought. And then it came to him. The Restricted Section in the library. He'd be able to read as long as he liked, as long as it took to find out who Flamel was. He sets off, drawing the Invisibility Cloak tight around him as he walked.The library is pitch-black and very eerie. Harry lights a lamp to see his way along the rows of books. The lamp looks as if it was floating along in midair,and even though Harry can feel his arm supporting it, the sight gives him the creeps.

The Restricted Section is right at the back of the library. Stepping carefully over the rope that separates these books from the rest of the library, he held up his lamp to read the titles. They didn't tell him much. Their peeling, faded gold letters spelled words in languages Harry couldn't understand. Some had no title at all. One book has a dark stain on it that looked horribly like blood. The hairs on the back of Harry's neck prickled. Maybe he was imagining it, maybe not, but he thought a faint whispering was coming from the books, as though they knew someone was there who shouldn't be. Harry had to start somewhere. Setting the lamp down carefully on the floor, he looked along the bottom shelf for an interesting-looking book. A large black and silver volume caught his eye. He pulls it out with difficulty, because it was very heavy, and, balancing it on his knee, lets it fall open.

A piercing, bloodcurdling shriek splits the silence — the book is screaming! Harry snaps it shut, but the shriek goes on and on, one high, unbroken, earsplitting note. He stumbles backward and knocks over his lamp, which went out at once. Panicking, he heard footsteps coming down the corridor outside —stuffing the shrieking book back on the shelf, he runs for it. He passes Filch in the doorway; Filch's pale, wild eyes looked straight through him, and Harry slips under Filch's outstretched arm and streaks off up the corridor, the book's shrieks still ringing in his ears.

Harry comes to a sudden halt in front of a tall suit of armor. He has been so busy getting away from the library, he hadn't paid attention to where he was going.Perhaps because it's dark, he didn't recognize where he was at all. There is a suit of armor near the kitchens, he knew, but he must be five floors above there.

"You asked me to come directly to you, Professor, if anyone was wandering around at night, and somebody's been in the library — Restricted Section."

Harry feels the blood drain out of his face. Wherever he is, Filch must know a shortcut, because his soft, greasy voice is getting nearer, and to his horror, it's Snape who replies, "The Restricted Section? Well, they can't be far, we'll catch them."

Harry stands rooted to the spot as Filch and Snape come around the corner ahead. They can't see him, of course, but it is a narrow corridor and if they come much nearer, they'd knock into him - the cloak didn't stop him from being solid.

Harry backs away as quickly as he can. A door stands ajar to his left. It's my only hope, Harry thinks. He squeezes through it, holding his breath, trying to to move it, and to his relief, he manages to get inside the room without their noticing anything. They walk straight past, and Harry leans against the wall, breathing deeply, listening to their footsteps dying away. They had been close, very close, It is a few seconds before he notices anything about the room he his hidden in.

It looks like an unused classroom. The dark shapes of desks and chairs are piled against the walls, and there is an upturned wastepaper basket — but propped against the wall facing him was something that didn't look as if it belonged there, something that looked as if someone had just put it there to keep it out of the way.

It is a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame,standing on two clawed feet. There is an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

His panic fading now that there is no sound of Filch and Snape, Harry moves nearer to the mirror, wanting to look at himself but see no reflection again; he steps in front of it.

He has to clap his hands to his mouth to stop himself from screaming. He whirls around, his heart pounding far more furiously than when the book had screamed - for he had not seen only himself in the mirror, but a whole crowd of people standing right behind him.

But the room is empty. Breathing very fast, he turns slowly back to the mirror.

There he is, reflected in it, white ans scared-looking, and there, reflected behind him, are at least ten others. Harry looks over his shoulder - but still, no one is there. Or are they invisible, too? Is his, in fact, in a room full of invisible people and this mirrors trick is that it reflects them, invisible or not?

Harry looks in the mirror again. A woman is standing right behind his reflection is smiling at him and waving. He reaches out a hand and feels the air behind him. If she is really there, he would touch her, their reflections are so close together, but he only feels air - she and the others exist only in the mirror.

She is a very pretty woman. Dark red hair and her eyes, emerald green eyes. Harry edges closer to the to the glass. Bright green - exactly the same shape as Harry's, but then he notices that she is crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wears glasses and his hair is very untidy. It sticks up at the back, just as Harry's does.

Harry is so close to the mirror that his nose is nearly touching that of his reflection.

"Mom?" he whispers. "Dad?"

They just look at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looks into the faces of the other people in the mirror, and sees other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man, who looks as though he as Harry's knobbly knees - he is looking at his entire family for the first time in his life.

The Potters smile and wave at Harry and he stares hungrily hack at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he is hopping to fall right through it and reach them. He has a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.

How long he stands there, he doesn't know. The reflections do not fade and he looks and looks until a distant noise brings him back to his senses. He can't stay here, he has to find a way back to his bed. He tears his eyes away from his mother's face, whispers, "I'll come back," and hurries from the room.

Harry does for the next two nights and Dumbledore had found Harry the last night. Dumbledore had told Harry the purpose of the mirror, to show the deepest desire of their hearts.

Dumbledore had convinced Harry not to go looking for the Mirror of Erised again, and for the rest of the Christmas holidays the Invisibility Cloak stays folded at the bottom of his trunk. Harry wishes he could forget what he'd seen in the mirror as easily, but he can't He starts having nightmares. Over and over a again he dreams of his parents disappearing in a flash of green light, while a high voice crackles with laughter. What Harry didn't know, was that (Y/n) was having the same dreams. Repetition from the one on Christmas Eve night.

"You see, Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you mad," says Ron, when Harry tells them about these dreams.

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