#christmas at hogwarts

[letraspal]

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas 🎄🌙🐾

[radical-ghostface]

Sebastian: "Hey MC, marry me"

Sebastian: "I mean Merry Christmas haha stupid autocorrect"

MC: "This is a verbal conversation."

[enselius]

Floo powder snog 🎄✨

[makeadealwithdean]

HARRY POTTER AND THE SORCEROR'S STONE (2001)

CHRISTMAS AT HOGWARTS

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Merry Christmas, Darling

Word Count: 1,200 (Tiny for me, but I haven't written in almost a year so forgive me.)

Summary: Ominis is going to miss you over the holidays. || Ominis Gaunt x reader|| Hurt but with plenty of comfort.

Warnings: This is as fluffy as a good sweater.

In the eyes of Ominis Gaunt, Christmas was a complicated thing. He loved it. Truly. Though, he'd never actually had one until he was eleven years old - when Anne and Sebastian Sallow invited him to their uncle's cottage in Feldcroft. They asked him to be there, they told him all these stories about how muggles celebrate the holiday, and their modest Christmas dinner was the best thing he'd ever tasted. The whole house felt so warm.

And... 

They gave him gifts. 

No one had ever done that. 

He hadn't had anything for them that first time, but they told him that was alright. Of course, he had remedied his ignorance every year afterward and for three more blissful years, everything was perfect. 

Until fifth year, when Ominis' only Christmas gift was comforting Anne through her nightmares – frightful visions of a goblin disemboweling itself in front of her. And her brother's manic grin. 

Ominis was sixteen now, and Sebastian was gone. Anne was too. 

In all his time at school, he'd never gone home for winter break and he didn't intend to now. Even if he had nowhere to go instead. 

Because you were leaving him too. 

He'd be, once again, alone.

You'd be going home to your own family to spend Christmas surrounded by love and warmth. Not that he wasn't happy for you, he was! But you wouldn't be with him.  It wasn't your fault. You'd begged your parents to let him come along. 

But why, oh why, would they ever approve? How could they possibly want him – a Gaunt – in their household? 

"That family has a reputation, Y/N." They'd said.

Well, they were right. And he was bitter. And he was sad. And he just wanted to spend Christmas with you. Why was that too much to ask?

He heard you sigh next to him. The sound brought him back to reality. You hadn't left for home yet. You'd leave in the morning. For now, however, you were curled up against him on the sofa in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin Common Room. The flames crackled and roared and he so adored the scent of pine and applewood burning. You hadn’t left him yet. He could still feel you. 

Your cheek against his shoulder. Your hand in his. You smelled like peppermint.

“I wish you could come with me,” You whispered. And you didn’t say you wished you could stay. Because you loved your family and he was so happy that you did. He wished he had the same luxury.

“As do I,” He said. He tried to smile.

“I’ll miss you.”

“I hope you will.” He knew he’d miss you so much more. 

He felt you shift, resting your forehead against his arm now, stroking from his forearm to his hand. You drew in a breath.

“Greeting cards have all been sent… the Christmas rush is through. But I still have one wish to make, a special one for you.” The tune was slow and you sang it so softly. He’d be the only one in the common room to hear it. You didn’t have the most beautiful voice he’d ever heard, but in that moment, you sounded like an angel. Ominis squeezed your hand tighter. 

“Merry Christmas, darling. We're apart, that's true. But I can dream, and in my dreams, I'm Christmas-ing with you.”

“That’s a very nice thought.” He interrupted, unable to stop a smile from tugging at the corner of his lips. You laughed and kept singing. 

“Holidays are joyful. There's always something new. But every day's a holiday. When I'm near to you.” He ducked his head and blushed, and not just a little bit. See, you were one of those people who never said a word you didn’t mean - unlike him. You were always so sincere. 

“Oh, how flattering.”

You kissed the back of his hand.

“The lights on my tree, I wish you could see. I wish it every day.”

“Why would I need them when I have you?” He murmured. As if you weren’t doing enough, you leaned in to kiss his cheek. You were warm. You’d take your warmth with you.

“Logs on the fire fill me with desire to see you and to say that I wish you Merry Christmas. Happy New Year too. I've just one wish on this Christmas Eve. I wish I were with you.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up abruptly, grabbed your soft, warm hands, and pulled you up against him. You were wearing his sweater. It was far too big for you so he had to go searching for your hands in its sleeves, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. One arm around your waist, yours around his neck, your hand in his. 

“Dance with me?” He breathed. “Just once more… before you go.” 

And sure, you wouldn’t be leaving him forever. But it would feel like longer.

You laughed that sweet laugh of yours and he knew that if he could bottle the atmosphere around them, that emotion on his tongue would keep him warm through the winter. He held you tighter, trying to memorize every inch, every layer of your scent. There was peppermint, and cinnamon, chocolate, and pine. He loved it all. You smelled like the only home he had left. When you were gone, your scent was all he’d have of you. Your family was poor as dirt. Ominis didn’t care, but your parents wouldn’t allow you any money to spend on him of all people. You were the only gift he wanted now anyway. Your presence alone was too much to ask, yet you gave it so willingly.

“Logs on the fire fill me with desire to see you and to say that I wish you a Merry Christmas. Happy New Year too. I've just one wish on this Christmas Eve, I wish I were with you.” You stood up on your tip-toes to whisper to him. Your hand found its way into his hair. “I wish I were with you.”

His breath hitched and what was a dance collapsed into a longing embrace. He held you as tight as he could, burying his face in your shoulder. Though he wasn’t one to be so cavalier with expressions of emotion, he couldn’t help but dip his head to nip at your collarbone. The mark he knew he’d leave wasn’t for him. He just… didn’t want you to forget, was all. And he had to leave more kisses - a trail of them along your perfectly smooth throat. He hoped the taste of your skin would keep his cheeks burning through the January freeze.

You were the one to kiss his lips. When you pulled away, you placed your hands on his cheeks and rubbed your nose against his.

“Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas…” You whispered. 

He sighed.

“Merry Christmas, darling.”

That sweater of his that you were wearing… after wishing you farewell at the train station, he’d find it folded on his bed when he got back. It smelled like you. A note in Braile accompanied it. 

“To keep you warm until I return. Wear it. (I cast a preservation charm on it this morning.)”

He did wear it. And your scent on the wool didn’t fade until you returned and tugged it off him.

This fic is dedicated to @witchcraftandgeekness for telling me to f#ck everybody. Not in the sexy way.

[lunaoblonsky]

Christmas at Hogwarts

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002)

[constancezin]

You're too small Potter! I should have asked Lupin instead

@jilychallenge

[pinemai]

Winter at Hogwarts Moodboard:

Slytherin edition.

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

Reblog if you'd rather stay at Hogwarts for the holidays.

[gdzie-rosna-poziomki]

Christmas at Hogwarts ✨🎄⭐️

[ch3rryclouds]

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

[just-another-star-47]

Decorating for Ravenclaw

After seeing the screenshots of @animasola86 I thinks it's time to give the Ravenclaws the Christmas tree they deserve.

So let's start decorating. 🎄

And yes, I may or may have not googled 'linear motions'. xD

The picture below is one of these screenshots. If you want more cozy Christmas vibes from Hogwarts, hop over to @animasola86 😊

Amit winced as he spun round from his telescope to face MC and Poppy, both holding two large bags.

"How... how do you get in here?"

MC waved him off: "There are ways and means. But what's more important is this."

With a conspiratorial grin, she tapped the sack in her hand, making Amit look even more suspicious. He couldn't raise any more objections, however, because Poppy had grabbed him by the hand and was pulling him along to the tall tree that stood in the centre of the Ravenclaw common room.

Compassionate students had decorated his dark green dress with a few blue and bronze coloured glass baubles, with fabric bows hanging lopsidedly in between. All in all, it was a rather sad sight.

"You're responsible for the pinnacle," Poppy pressed a bronze-coloured ball into Amit's hand, which first began to glow when she tapped her wand against it and then spun on its own axis.

Wide-eyed and open-mouthed, Amit watched as several rings rose up around the sphere and circled it in hypnotic orbits.

"Oh, this ornament seems to refer to Saturn. Although Saturn's rings are arranged in the same orbits and move in linear motions around the planet..." He fell silent as he felt the eyes of Poppy and MC on him: "It's also very pretty."

With a light wave of his wand, he levitated the ball to the top of the fir tree and placed it carefully on the top branch. However, it didn't take long for his enthusiasm to make him ponder the wonders of the cosmos once again. Beaming with joy, he looked at the glass balls that MC and Poppy had brought with them - blue balls in which individual constellations were immortalised. Created with magic, they flashed and sparkled in their glass casing and increasingly attracted the attention of the other Ravenclaw students.

Curious, they rummaged through the bags for more treasures and helped to place them on the Christmas tree, whose dress was becoming more and more splendid.

The relaxed atmosphere around the tree soon spread throughout the room and for a brief moment, even the students, who were bent over their homework or other reading, looked up and watched the hustle and bustle around the Christmas tree, which was now shining in all its splendour.

Dear Ravenclaws, feel free to share all the things you want to have on your Christmas tree, I'm curious. 😊

[alex-died-again]

“Can i… can i kiss you?”

(you see neville in the common room and decide to sit with him)

Christmas eve 

Hogwarts  

Me and Neville  had been talking recently and getting to know eachother and i had developed a crush on him. One night i couldn't sleep and so i decide i would sit in the common room. The Gryffindor common room was quiet as i descended the stairs from my dorm. There was a fire burning in the fireplace like always, its light casting shadows on the rest of the room. The light from the fire highlighted the face of the only person in the common room other than me, Neville  longbottem. i hesitated, wondering if i should approach him… “hello Neville ” i said as i walked over and sat on the opposite side of the couch. "Hello," Neville  said, taking a second to look you up and down before smiling and looking back at his book. “Whats wrong darling” he said still looking down at his book. “Oh nothing, i just cant sleep…Can I keep you company? I'll keep quiet" i said “did you bring a book?” he asked me “oh no i didnt” he laughed and motioned for me to move closer so i moved next to him. He started reading to me and i smiled moving my eyes to him. As Neville  spoke, i could not help but watch him. His soft skin, brown hair and low voice mesmerized me as he read. i wanted to reach out and touch him...but i dont think he would want that. Little did i know he was wishing that i would touch him. 

Neville  continued reading, his eyes scanning the page as he spoke. The words on the page were almost irrelevant, i was more focused on him. i could listen to him for hours…

“Neville …” i said in almost a whisper. 

Neville  heard you say his name, your voice was so soft and breathy that it was almost inaudible. He loved hearing his name come from your mouth. But, he stopped reading and looked at you. He studied you for a moment, trying to figure out what you needed from him.

He was confused by you. Why would you say his name like that? Did you also have feelings for him? It didn't seem possible... but you kept talking to him, so anything was possible.

"Yes?" He asked softly, returning his gaze to you. His voice was low and gentle..

I stare at him for a second deciding if i should ask him if i can hug him, hold him, touch him in any way. “Nevermind” he looks me in the eyes and asks “are you sure?” i nod and he continues reading. I notice that i am really tired and i lay my head on Neville's shoulder subconsciously. When i notice that i am laying on his shoulder i apologize and sit up. “Its alright love, if your tired you can lay down”  i look at him and smile “are you sure?” he nodds and i lay back down. After a little while, Neville  put down his book and looks at me. He could see that i was starting to fall asleep and he could not help but feel bad for keeping me up late.

He sat up and asked you, "Are you tired?" He looked worried, "I don't want to keep you up any longer." 

He wanted you to be as fresh and awake as possible when you woke up tomorrow. He had some big plans for you then and he didn't want you to be too tired, you might miss something if you were too tired.

Neville  couldn't help but smile at you in a caring way, his eyes softened as he looked at you. "Do you need anything?" He asked in a gentle voice. He wanted to help you in any way he could.”No I'm ok you can go if you want to I'll be ok” i say as i shiver because I'm cold"Of course I want to stay," Neville said in a slightly shocked tone of voice. He could not believe that you would suggest he leave you. Neville wanted to stay, to make sure you were okay.

"If you are okay with me staying, then I would be happy to keep you company." Neville said with a smile. I nodded and he sat down

He put his arm around me, gently pulling me next to him effortlessly, wrapping his arm around me. i felt safe in his arms, as if nothing could hurt me, as if he was there to protect me. “Would you like my hoodie?” i looked at him “no i wouldnt want you to get cold” he laughed and took his hoddie of and helped me put it on “im a bit warm actually” he said as he finished putting on the hoodie

"Is that better?" Neville  asked, looking down at me and smiling softly. He really wanted to take care of me. I looked up at his and nodded “everythings perfect” as I noticed how close we were i started to notice how his face looked with the glow of the fireplace and how silky his hair looked. He leaned in a little closer and so did i. “Can i… can i kiss you?” i looked at him shocked. I nodded and we kissed. “you have no idea how long ive been waiting to do that” we both smiled and stared in eachothers eyes. It didnt go any farther, we kissed and he continued reading to me. "Hmm," Neville  lightly laughed, looking over at me and feeling me asleep on him. He was not surprised that i had fallen asleep, i was very tired. But, he was surprised to see how quickly i had fallen asleep with him since multiple people had told him that i how have nightmares and i rarely sleep and i just spend my nights reading.

"You must be tired," he said, as if speaking more to himself than to me.

He was starting to feel a bit tired himself, he was not a late sleeper and it had been rather late when i had arrived. He could also hear the rain outside, the sound of the rain was soothing and made him want to sleep as well.

But, he did not want to leave me out here on my own. He moved me over to get up and covered you with a warm blanket. Then, he started walk towards the boys dorm exterance until he heard a faint whisper of his name come from behind him “Neville … please stay” he smiled and layed down and layed me ontop of him “am i to heavy” i asked barely awake “of course not…your perfect”

The next morning we had fallen asleep on the couch and we woke up to pansy and a bunch of other Gryffindors staring at us. We moved off of eachother and scrambled to get up. I shooed them off and we started opening presents and i saw one from my brother and i opened it and it was a charm for my bracelet with a guitar, i looked over at him and smiled. I usually only get a present from him but this year hermione called my name and tossed me another one. It had Nevilles name on it. I opened it and it was a small locket with a moving picture of us. I smiled to myself and i looked over a Neville who was already looking at me. He smiled and then went back to talking to his friends.I sat on the couch looking at the locket and hermione came and sat next to me “whos is that from?” i look at her smiling “neville” she looks at me and said “ooooooo you and nevillie?” winking i looked down at the locket “i wish”. She laughed and walked over to harry ot wish him a marry christmas. Neville came and sat next to me and asked if i liked it “i love it neville its amazing” i look at him smiling “well its not much but i wanted to get you something from the heart you know?” i look at him and say “i love it! Will you put it on me?” he nodded and put it on me. I turned back around and hugged him. I went back to my dorm and i got dressed and i walked out to go meet up with everyone in the great hall. 

(should i make this a story?)

[hannamichelle-seraf]

[dailychristmas]

The golden trio. ✨ Christmas is in 50 days.

[lunaoblonsky]

Christmas at Hogwarts

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (2001)