#ginevera Molly weasley

[hurtstobecome]

(  rudy pankow  &  twenty-two  &  cisman  &  he/him  )     ⸻      when  the  sorting  sat  on  top  of  ronald weasley’s  head,     it's  no  wonder  that  gryffindor  was  called,     perhaps it’s simply because  he  is  known  for  being  valiant  but  also can  be  very  insecure,     the  now  second year  at  hogwarts  year  is  just  trying  to  make  it  through.  

FULL NAME: ronald billius weasley NICKNAMES: ron ( & many others he doesn’t need to mention ) GENDER: cisman (he/him) DATE OF BIRTH: 1 march, 1980 PLACE OF BIRTH: ottory st catchpole, devon, england SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual biromantic BLOOD TYPE: pureblood WAND TYPE: ash, unicorn hair, taped & handed down from charlie PATRONUS: jack russell terrier BOGGART: spiders AMORENTIA: tbd HOGWARTS HOUSE: gryffindor PARENTS: arthur & molly weasley SIBLINGS: older brothers - william, charles, percy, fred, george. younger sister - ginevera SIGNIFICANT OTHERS: n/a PETS: scabbers ( rat ) PERSONALITY TYPE: enfj MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good TEMPERAMENT: choleric POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal, pragmatic, brave NEGATIVE TRAITS: blunt, temperamental, insecure

what we know ab the weasley's & their home is still the same - ron absolutely loves and protects his family. even when they cause some of his insecurities or he finds a bit of shame in what they lack. but he adores them and really appreciates his childhood. pranks and all.

really enjoys magic - has nothing against muggles and will defend them - but always tunes out his dad when he goes on his rambles. has no interest in joining that world, but also has no idea what he wants to do with his life.

the thing with ron is that he's interested in plenty, but just doesn't see himself being good enough to really pursue it. enjoys wizard chess but wouldn't want to solely do that, loves quidditch but isn't good enough to go pro, is not naturally good at school nor puts in the effort to excel in a specific study.

with his hogwarts adventures later in life, ron hasn't really spent any time thinking about his dueling skills or interest in an auror career. this past year has started a small spark of interest but that's all.

he's a bit lost, feels like he lacks purpose. but he's still having a good time ! parties, always cracking jokes, etc. he's taking what's happening to/with harry seriously and finds that it helps him find a new purpose

[starlightshadowsworld]

Son of none

Based off this post: Aka Percy Weasley was abandoned by his family and I don’t think they realised just how much danger an 18 civilian blood traitor son would be when stuck behind enemy lines. Well never fear, a fic is here as if I don’t have any other drafts...any whoooo

@transparentfreakpursepanda

Warning for blood, torture, self loathing. Mentions of bullying and neglect. Cursing.

(Also while writing this I was listening to Polaris by Natewantstobattle and...yeah if you want more angst while reading this listen to them and think of Percy :)  )

Percy deserved this.

Knowing that didn't change things. It didn’t make it easier to make it duck past the office that had once belonged to Barty Crouch Sr without feeling dread and greif. As harsh as the man could be and that he had not bothered to learn Percy's name... Percy still mourned his loss. For all that he was, Barty Crouch Sr had been a good man.

Life at the ministry taught him quickly, that kind of wizard was few and far between.

He wondered if the look Barty Crouch Sr had shared with his son before his death wax the same his father had shared with him the day he left.

Maybe it wasn't wise to compare yourself to a deranged murderer, but if that's the kind of wizard his family thought he was...

"Weasley"

It was stern, drenched in spite that was not unlike his old potions professor. But sadly even Snapes treatment of him in class did not hold a candle to what was happening now.

Percy lifted his head, it felt heavy. Infact all of him felt that he was on fire. The figure infront of him came into focus, not that Perch could quite recall his name. Edward? No that didn't seem right. Not Edward was his wand in hand and looked very annoyed, his dark mark was on full display.

Percy became very well aware in that moment that he couldn't move. He was bound to a chair in a room that looked very much like a cellar. He was still in his ministry robes, though they were dirty and tattered and stained in something.

It took Percy longer than he should've to realise it was his own blood. Not that he knew where he was bleeding from. "You Gryffindors and your bloody stubbornness" sneered Not Edward, he was a broad man, towering over Percy.

"You're wasting my time, and yours of you don't hurry up and tell me where your family is hiding." Percy shook his head, defiantly even if his body protested at the sudden movement. "Like I said before, even if I did know, I would never tell you." 

And than Not Edward would shout profanities all the while using his subordinates to use Percy as target practice till he passed out. That had been the cycle for... Well he wasn't sure for how long. Apart from the first time when Percy had weaved a convincing story about the family heading to Romania to hide away with Charlie...a whole false hunt that ended with the brand he now had on his arm. 

But this time was different.

Not Edward smirked "thought you'd say that, no matter. We've found out how to get there attention, and they'll hand themselves over." Percy laughed, it was a strangled and it sent another wave of pain through his body.

Not Edward was still smirking, in fact if anything his confidence grew. "And better yet, you're going to the bait that brings them here." And that stopped Percy laughing at once, he was quieter. "What makes you think they'd come" the words were barely above a whisper that echoed throughout the room.

Not Edward (Percy really needed to learn this man's name for his own internal monologue's sake) rolled his eyes "don't pull that on me, you Weasely's are more attached than a bunch of grapes. Rest assured, they'll be coming one way or another."

With that he left. Percy tried not to think about the fact a death eater had more confidence in his families arrival than he did. His mind wandered to the day he left, guilt pooled in his stomach. No amount of head trauma would erase the disgust and rage in Arthur’s eyes, Percy knew at that moment he had lost all right to call the man father. 

He could never look him in the eye again, he couldn’t even look himself in the mirror without seeing him staring back. His mothers eyes haunted him, she’d been the only one to try to reach out but he had slammed that back in her face. Not that Percy should have been surprised, he’d always been a parasite. 

If anything they must’ve been relived to be rid of him. 

They wouldn’t come, he knew that. Than why did his heart race, did tears threaten to fall and his stomach churn at the thought? Percy thought of his siblings, young and old...they wouldn’t have given him a second thought. Fred and George would mourn the loss of their favourite target, but they would move on they all would if they hadn’t already. 

For Percy though, this was the end of the line. 

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Weasley family dinners were always something else, Bill knew this better than most. He smiled to Fleur who sat at his side, amusement on her face as they both watched Molly do as she does best. It was organised chaos at its finest, and while Shell cottage was a far cry from the Burrow, somehow it all came together. Harry was laughing at a story Ginny and the twins were telling, Charlie and Hermione were actually helping Molly along with Arthur. 

But even with how familiar it was, it was missing a certain brother rolling his eyes at the story and telling the true ending to the annoyance of the twins. Who would than direct the others to helping out with dinner to there mothers amusement. 

Percy. 

Ever since the watch, a muggle watch at that had arrived on his wedding day, with no name for the sender but only Bill’s name signed by an all too familiar handwriting...Bill hadn’t been able to take his mind of his little brother. His absence at his wedding and just seeing him around the house stuck out like a sore thumb to Bill. He wasn’t the only one either, he could see how his Mum would pause her eyes searching before looking down and moving onto something else.

Much like now when she put down the plates and realised that she’d left a little extra to the side. “Mum, I get that you miss him but you can’t keep doing this. Percy’s not coming back” the first to say it was Charlie, his voice soft like he was talking to an irate dragon. “Good riddance” that came from Ginny, in that whisper that wasn’t even trying to be quiet. 

Instantly Molly became much like a dragon. “Ginevera Molly Weasley, don’t you dare speak about your brother like that!” She yelled, hot tears burning in her eyes. “Molly...” Interjected Arthur, putting a calming hand on his wife’s shoulder “you can’t blame her for her anger. Come on, let’s dig in.” And that should have been the end of it but Molly turned to him, her own temper boiling. 

“Don’t you start, Arthur. Don’t you tell me I should be sat eating dinner while my son is out all alone.” She spat. “Mum, it’s fine Percy’s probably having high tea with the new minister, talking about the importance of  cauldron bottoms” snickered Fred, “pfft yeah, just sat around telling the dark lord about his book report” agreed George. Bill frowned, as did Fleur but that was nothing compared to Molly. 

Her gaze hardened and the twins shut up instantly, they’d never seen her this mad. “I dont care if you hate him, I don’t care if this isn’t my home...you speak of my son following HIM, get out of my sight now.” She said, slumping into a nearby chair. Bill stood up, putting his own hand in his mums which she took gratefully. “Percy may be the most ambitious lion around, but he wouldn’t join you know who. He left to join the ministry because that's what he believed in, death eaters isn’t even in the equation.”

And Bill meant those words. More than he ever thought he would. 

“Though is there any difference between the death eaters and the ministry anymore?” Asked Harry, the place was filled with them after all. “Yeah? Might be but they’ve kept the employees, not that I know what’s going on in there anymore.” Said Arthur, adding his 2 galleon’s into the mix. “And there not going to take kindly to a Weasley” Said Hermione, making everyone look down as if they hadn’t just realised that. 

It didn’t matter if Percy had disowned himself, his family was very much publicly fighting the people he was now stuck with. 

And that was when fate decided to be extra cruel and the radio burst into life. 

“Greetings from the Ministry. Our daily transmission has already been received today but we have an exceptional treat for the wizarding public. We will be instead hosting an interview with one of our newest employees, give a hand folks to Percival Ignatius Weasley.”

Everyone in the room froze, and yet Ron who was the only one of the family minus Fleur not to speak, ran to the radio and put the volume as loud as he could. 

“Say hello your family, Percival.” Taunted the voice, it was very gleeful as it spoke. No response was heard. “Oh, silly me I forgot how many hours you young people work, not to worry let’s get him up boys.” 

A splash was heard and a shuddering scream. “Morning Percival, sorry do you prefer Percy? Don’t care, lets start the interview. So Percival, how are you finding the ministry?” Everyone sat with baited breathe.

And yet it was there Percy who, through shuddered breaths managed to whisper a “fuck you...fuck you and your ministry”

“Well that is very rude, and here I thought your mother would have taught you manners” “don’t...don’t you talk about her.” Said Percy, Molly broke down into tears and Bill held her close. Unable to tear his gaze from the radio, no one could. 

“What do you want to say them? I’m sure they’ve missed you. In fact, just for you we’ll be hosting a party. And there all invited to the ministry, so long as they bring a certain Mr Potter.” 

There was a silence before “don’t come...don’t. Whatever you do, don’t... it’s fine. I’m fine, I love it here.” He laughed, everyone cringed at the sound he made, as if he was choking. “It’s fine, don’t come...parties are overrated yeah.” The transmission started cutting off, Ron frantically along with the twins tried to get it working. 

They heard “too busy. Don’t come, Harry don’t...stay where you are!” Before the  transmission cut off.

No one could speak, horror was etched into all of there faces. The twins were scrabbling over themselves with wand in hand to track where the transmission had come from. 

The Ministry. 

“We’re going...now” said Molly, standing up. Her tears were gone, grabbing for her wand and coat. “Molly...be rationale, we need to plan this.” Said Arthur, Molly spun on her heel and glared. “I am not going to sit here while those...monsters torture MY son! Planning will take to long, did you hear him Arthur?! Did you hear your son crying out in pain...he doesn’t have long left...” Arthur looked down, unable to respond. 

Molly looked at the rest of the family, her gaze saying it all: You can come with me or you can stay. The first to stand was Bill, closely followed by Fleur who met his thankful gaze with a determined smile. Charlie and Ron were next, grabbing there wands with Harry and Hermione following. Ginny and the twins exchanged guilty looks but stood. Arthur couldn’t look at any of them, he simply picked up his wand. 

“Harry, I understand if you wish to stay” said Molly, he shook his head. “I might not know him well but Percy’s family 2...I cant sit here while you guys go even with the danger.” He replied, and somehow that was all it was, Percy was family...enough said. 

And so the family of lions got up and left, to find the one they left behind. 

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Percy was terrified.

A part of him argued that he should be grateful they came at all for him. Maybe it was out of pity, out of ensuring that he wasn't able to be used against them.

Yes, that's all it was. He was nothing afterall, he was merely a civilian in a war.

And yet hearing Molly tearfully and frantically whisper his name. Hearing Hermione yell the counterspell to his imprisonment to Ron who did so perfectly. Seeing the light of spells cast by Ginny and the twins to stun Not Edward... (Who was apparently called Edgar... Eh close enough.)

Feeling Charlie carry him in his arms, mumbling curse words. Smelling Arthur's cologne.

It all felt right. It was warmth that he couldn't remember experiencing. It was enough to lull him to a facade that everything was fine.

But when his wounds were healed and he saw them all looking at him... Percy knew he had to shelf that dream. "I told you not to come" was the first thing he said, averting his gaze. (Couldn't look them in the eye)

"And you must've lost a few screws if you thought we wouldn't" said Bill, meeting Percy's gaze. "You shouldn't have" is all he replied. "And what, let you be killed by the ministry?" Gaped Ginny. Percy shrugged "wouldn't have made much difference, you've only gone and put yourselves in more danger."

"Are you... Are you fucking with us right now?" Asked Fred, incredously. "No, im too busy ranting about cauldron bottoms to do that." And if Fred paused, Percy didn't see it.

Seeing as no one was getting anyway, Bill sat beside Percy who immediately felt on edge. "Thanks for the watch" he said simply. Everyone blinked in confusion and than realisation as no one has known where Bill's new watch had come from. Percy smiled faintly "You're welcome, reminded me of you."

"Although, I do wish you could've gave it in person" continued Bill, testing the waters. Percy surprised him by shaking his head "no you wouldn't have. It was your day, I wasn't going to ruin it." Bill frowned "is that what you think?" Percy shrugged again "it's what I've been told."

"You are way to chill after being tortured" said Charlie, Percy looked at his bandaged arms and snorted. "Eh? It's nothing new. That guy was just there for the theatrics, sadist if you ask me." Charlie raised an eyebrow "nothing new?" Percy nodded "yeah, what you think the ministry that's so far up Voldermorts ass would allow me to work there without some 'interviews'."

Everyone paled.

"But than why stay there?" Asked Arthur, Percy froze. Steeling himself, switching from calm to panic to calm in an instant but they all saw. "I've got business there, things I need to get done and ensure are done. Speaking of which, thanks for the rescue but I should be off."

He didn't belong here. Not anymore.

"Percy, you can stay." Said Molly, already standing up to get his room prepared. "No, I can't. I have work, I have a duty... And I'm no longer part of this family." When he said that, Percy felt like the wind was knocked out of him but stood his ground. "Percy... That's not true.."

Percy met Arthur's gaze, his father's eyes. "Really? Than pray tell why did no one tell me you were all in hiding... Or a warning? And don't say it was impossible because I managed to send a parcel to a location I didn't even know about nor knew existed."

No one could answer that.

"I'll be off, and don't worry I won't tell them anything. Just do what you do best, and leave me alone." Arthur managed to grab Percy's wrist though he hissed in pain and pulled his arm back like he'd been burnt. "Don't.. Touch me, Arthur Weasely."

Arthur recoiled, Percy looked away. "I spent my whole life wanting to be someone you could be proud off...I listened to all the critism and yes I was a prat. But the moment I made my own choice you already made me aware I didn't belong in my own house. I’m sorry...that I’m not athletic like Ginny, I’m not smart like Ron or as successful as Bill and Charlie, I’m not a hero like a Ron or fun like Fred and George. That I’m just plain ol prat Percy.”

He began to walk away. Just like he did before.

"That choice was against following Dumbledor, turning against the light." Said Molly, wanting him to understand. Percy laughed, with no humour at all but glaring hard. Rage emanated from him.

"I'm sorry if I choose not to stand behind an old coot who routinely sends an abused boy to his abusers, who nearly got 3 11 yearolds killed because he wanted to weed out a possibility. Who nearly got thousands of children killed and did nothing to save Ginny with the chamber. The man who wouldn't give an innocent man a trial and got him sent to the worst prison for 12 years... Who put teenagers in a death game and let an underage kid join because why not. That man is a monster and I refuse to follow someone like that. But no that means I'm blindly following authority." He sneered, staring at them all.

"And the ministry? Because as corrupt and fucked up as it is I know I can do something. That changes can be made in the systems to benefit everyone, Dumbledor is someone who breeds child solider’s and let's a known abuser teach at his school and somehow I’m the only one who isn't okay with that."

And with that Percy left, no one knew what to say. They simply sat in silence, absorbing everything they just heard. Ginny thought about how Percy had profusely apologised after she was free from the chamber, how he’d made time for her since than. Ron thought of all the times they’d have an adventure and Percy would watch over them like a mother hen. 

Bill and Charlie recalled when Percy would still come to them for help before he started Hogwarts. When they found him bruised and broken from bullies except this was because of them. “He really thinks that doesn’t he...?” Said Fred, George nodded. Neither could smile, guilt pooled in their hearts that they didn’t think he felt like that. 

Molly sobbed for her son who was once again lost and Arthur wondered where he had gone wrong to lose his son all over again. 

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Meanwhile Percy entered a muggle flat in London. Alone again just like he belonged, laying on his bed and looking at the brand on his arm.

'Son of none'

And if that didn't hurt most of all.

Suffice to say they all things to think about for when they’d meet again. 

[real-jane]

Stupidity or Serendipity? - chapter 7, spoiled

[draco malfoy x hermione granger]

summary: hermione and draco spend christmas eve at the burrow, and the result is disasterous.

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Hermione stood just in front of him on the front porch of the Burrow. She didn’t need to knock--if anything, she could just use her own key to get it. It probably wasn’t locked. But the doorknob looked suddenly impossible, or maybe imaginary? Hermione breathed little curls of cold and shivered. Draco rubbed her shoulder. “You’re going to freeze,” he murmured.

“Good,” she peeped. Draco squeezed her arm.

“Darling,” he said gently, “remember that we can leave at any time.”

“Can we?” She adjusted her bag over her shoulder, which bore all of their wrapped gifts for the others.

“Of course. And more than half of those in attendance know … you know,” he said. “So surely we’re safe.”

“You think so?”

“No, but I don’t want to disappoint you,” he admitted. He pulled at his collar. “I am so nervous that my jumper has been trying to strangle me all morning. But we’re in this together. Come on, ‘Mione.” He reached ahead of her and turned the doorknob. She turned to him.

“You’ve never called me that before,” she breathed with a delighted smile. “This is your last chance to run, Draco.”

Draco kissed her temple. “I’m here. With you. You wanted this, remember?” he mused, nudging her through the door.

She allowed him to shoulder her into the house, but only because he kept his hands on her shoulders, reassuring her that they had made the right choice. They had arrived just after lunch, as Molly Weasley had asked; the day would include many outdoor activities, like a sleigh ride around the pond and quidditch and snowmen building, before concluding for presents and dinner and an evening of boardgames. If they survived that long.

Hermione tip-toed around the corner towards the kitchen. As soon as the floor creaked under her boots, Molly Weasley whirled around in a flurry of tweed and flannel. “We were just talking about you!” Molly exclaimed, gesturing to Ginny and Fleur, who were helping her prepare the settings for the dinner table. Ginny crossed her arms and leaned back against the counter, grinning with a raised eyebrow at the man behind her. Hermione reached back blindly and Draco grabbed her hand.

“Thank you for having us,” he said softly, squeezing Hermione’s hand. He took the bag of presents from Hermione so she could embrace Mrs. Weasley and propped it against the wall just inside the entryway.

“Give me your coat,” Molly said, shucking Hermione’s off her shoulders before she could shrug out of it. “Not you,” she said to Draco. She tucked Hermione’s coat into the front closet and then snaked her hand around Draco’s elbow, pulling him away from Hermione. Ginny intercepted her friend before she could follow. Draco gave Hermione a look of panic. “Come on, dear, the boys are out back hitching the sleigh to our old mare…” Molly trailed off as she disappeared outside with Draco. The sliding door shut behind her. Draco was out there . Alone. With, presumably, the entire male Weasley hoard.

Hermione stared after him and swallowed. Hard.

“So.” Ginny said, patting Hermione’s hand. “Have anything you need to tell me, or…”

Hermione looked at her sideways. “Hmmm. No. Can’t think of a thing.”

Ginny scoffed. “I will murder you, Granger, don’t test me.”

“Ah… well, now that you mention it,” Hermione said, tapping her chin. “We’re not spending the night after all, we have plans tomorrow morning--”

“Dammit, you’re MARRIED! TO HIM!” Ginny squeed. “Please explain to me how that even happened! And then do explain why I wasn’t invited--”

Hermione held up her hands and sighed. “Stop it! I will tell you everything, but you have to keep your cool, Ginevera! Merlin’s ghost, you’re hysterical...”

“Forgive me, but your love life is the only entertainment I’ve got!” Ginny said frantically. "My husband is the Minister of Magic and it's bloody boring!"

“She’s right,” Fleur said. “She ‘as been talking about eet all morning!” Fleur was elbow-deep in cloth napkins, which she was folding into intricate animal shapes.

“Where are your little ones?” Hermione asked Fleur. She smiled.

“Zay are upstairs, playing,” she said. “But forgive me--Ginny may burst eef you don’t give her answers.”

Hermione leaned against the counter. “Fine,” she sighed. “I helped him break an unbreakable vow.”

Fleur gasped. “Mon dieu! You cannot mean…!”

“Not like that,” Hermione said. “He’s was in a marriage contract with the Parkinson’s...”

“I had thought he was engaged to Pansy,” Ginny said.

“He was . But she called off the wedding plans about six months ago, and he fully broke the contract soon after,” Hermione said.

“‘Ow does zat concern you?” Fleur asked.

“We’ve been seeing each other,” Hermione said, blushing, “in case you didn’t see our... feature... in the Prophet. But the only reason we crossed paths in the first place is because he was restricted from the wizarding world for five years, as a result of breaking his contract with Pansy. Or. Until either he or Pansy married someone else. So.”

“So…” Ginny repeated.

Hermione reached for a frosted biscuit and popped it into her mouth. “I came up with the idea of marrying so he could be free of his banishment.”

“And now you’ll… divorce?” Fleur asked.

“It’s only been twelve hours ,” she sighed. “But eventually. Probably .”

Ginny grinned. “That’s not a ‘yes’...”

“There are a lot of factors!” Hermione stuffed another biscuit in her mouth. If her way of getting out of the inquiry was by biscuit, she was going to have a stomach ache before long.

“Did he slip you a love potion?” Ginny laughed. “Or have you been in love with him since we were children and I’m just now finding out about it?”

“No! No. I am quite fond of him, though. I… he likes  books ,” Hermione said, as if that explained anything.

Fleur and Ginny exchanged an amused look but the arrival of Molly Weasley in the kitchen shut them up for now. Molly was chuckling to herself and gave Hermione a knowing nod. “That boy needs to eat more,” she said, reaching for the teapot. She placed it on the front burner and sparked the stove. “I could snap his arm like a chicken bone and make a wish! Does he mean to insult me with his sharp elbows?”

“I couldn’t say,” Hermione laughed.

“Well he’s about to have my food, and I’ll be insulted if he doesn’t lick his plate.” Molly touched Hermione’s cheek.

“He’s not allergic to anything, is he?” Ginny asked. She shot Hermione a devious look.

“I don’t actually know,” Hermione blushed.

“Would you be a dear and go ask him?” Molly asked. “I would feel dreadful if he were unwittingly poisoned on his first visit to my home.”

Hermione coughed. “Yes, I’ll do that.” She hastened from the kitchen towards the back lawn, where she assumed he had been deposited for torture by the male Weasley’s. She couldn’t see anything suspicious through the back door--just Charlie and Bill winding rope, while Fred, George, and Percy tried (and failed) to get the very old mare hitched to their rickety sleigh. Draco stood beside Harry, considering the view of the pond… while Ron marched his way towards them. Oh Merlin . She burst out the back door and the cold hit her like a punch to the sternum.

“Bollocks!” she exclaimed. Hermione trudged as fast as her boots could carry her, shivering like the dickens. Ron beat her by a longshot--Hermione could clearly make out his animated expressions of disgust as he lectured Draco about god knows what. Salazar’s left one! It was damnably cold! Save for the little warmth from the coin in Hermione’s back pocket, she was quaking with cold. Draco, on the other hand, remained completely unphased by the Ron-slaught, merely rolling his eyes and turning away from the man. He spotted Hermione and he frowned.

“Are you daft?” Draco called, wriggling out of his coat and racing for her. Ron followed behind, while Harry tried to drag him away.

“I was talking to you!” Ron shouted. He tried to throw Harry off, but to no avail. They were close enough that Hermione could just make out Harry’s low warning.

“You know, elbowing the Minister in the face is a serious offense…” Harry managed to grasp his friend firmly around the elbow and yank him away from his offending subject. Meanwhile, Draco had reached Hermione, thrown his coat around her and hugged her to his chest as if she had been lost in the Siberian wilderness for days without warmth.

“It’s treacherous out here--what were you thinking coming out here without your coat?” Draco lifted her off her feet and carried her back to the house. Hermione couldn’t see anything but his furrowed brow and the lapels of the coat, which framed her face and ears. As soon as he brought her inside, Draco sat her down on the stairs and knelt at her feet. Hermione’s shakes lessened. He rubbed her hands.

“Are you allergic to anything?” Hermione peeped, once she could speak. Draco stopped rubbing and narrowed his eyes at her.

“You hurtled yourself out into the snow and cold to assess my allergies?” he asked pointedly.

“Molly asked and I didn’t know,” she protested.

Draco laughed in exasperation, laying his forehead on her knees. Hermione tentatively touched the nape of his neck. He was slightly chilled after giving her his coat, but not as much as she had been. “I’m not allergic to anything, Hermione,” he murmured, “but thank you for being concerned.”

She smoothed a curled patch of hair behind his left ear, the one lock of hair on his head that swirled thanks to a pronounced cowlick. “I wasn’t worried about that so much as Ron having words with you.”

Draco kissed the backs of her hands. “He tried. They all did, matter of fact.” He smiled. Hermione’s eyes darkened.

“Who am I murdering first, then?” she asked, standing and trying to push past him. Draco caught her around the waist and put his chin on her shoulder, hugging her to him from behind. Through the window, she could see Harry with his arm around Ron’s shoulders. They were talking quietly, but animatedly. The eldest Weasley brothers joined them. The conference looked solemn, but not overly serious.

“They sort of… greeted me in a group, threatened to hurt me if I hurt you, and I told them that it’s sexist to assume that you aren’t in control of yourself and your needs--and if they don’t trust you to assert yourself thusly, they’re daft.” He kissed her cheek. Hermione looked over her shoulder at him. “Harry then reminded them that I am a publicly supported defector and that I work for the Ministry, which is when they all agreed to give it up, shook my hand, and went about their business. Excepting the hot-head, who took a lap around the barn before he came back for another shot.”

Hermione covered his arms around her waist and laid her head back on his shoulder with a sigh. Ron shook off Harry’s arm and crossed his arms angrily. “He won’t give it up,” she said.

“He will. In time. Just imagine trying to give you up,” he said. “It would be a Herculean feat indeed.”

“Hercules, he is not,” Hermione said. “He won’t lift himself out of the... dregs of the past.”

“It’s hard to do. It takes a lot of work to come to terms with what you lost,” he said. “Sometimes the best you can do is make peace with the dark parts of yourself and let them move on.”

Hermione leaned her head against his. “What does that make you, then, oh celebrated defector? Hades?”

“ You married me after seeing me for three days, Persephone. What does that make you ?”

“Certifiable.” Hermione swayed a bit in his arms. “Or just obsessed with your taste in presents?”

Draco glanced down at her with an eyebrow raised and she winked. “Did you bring me presents?” he asked, eagerly releasing her so he could spin her around.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Hermione pecked his cheek and flounced towards the kitchen, which was made sassier by the flip of the sleeves of his coat behind her.

“Do I get my coat back?” He laughed. She stopped and turned back to him.

“Ugh, fine ,” she said with mock frustration, slipping out of his coat. She threw it around his shoulders and pulled on his lapels. “Are you sure you want to go back out there?” She inclined her head up and kissed him softly. Draco chuckled against her lips and returned her kiss with fervor. She pressed up on her tip-toes.

Someone coughed. Draco broke away from her and Hermione sighed. All six Weasley brothers and Harry stood just inside the back door, with various expressions ranging from delight to nausea on their faces. Harry just laughed.

“What?” Draco managed. “Can’t I kiss my wife ?” Hermione pinched his arm. Ron was so red he looked ready to burst. “I could get used to saying that,” Draco said softly to Hermione. She wrinkled her nose at him.

“Laying it on a bit thick, are we?” she replied, but she blushed.

The bell rang and Mrs. Weasley could be heard bustling from the kitchen into the hallway. “Ah! Lavender, you look lovely!” she exclaimed. Ron raced past them into the hallway to greet his girlfriend. Harry patted Draco on the shoulder, as did the successive Weasley’s upon passing by.

“He’s alright,” Fred murmured to Hermione, indicating Draco.

“Decent bloke, good bloke,” George agreed.

With Lavender’s arrival, they were a complete party for the time being. Luna and Neville weren’t going to make it until dinner, so it was deemed appropriate to start without them. Arthur wouldn’t be there until the presents were brought out--there had been an accident with muggles and a cursed carousel horse, which he had been sent to sort out. If Hermione still held her position in Muggle Affairs, she would’ve had to report to the scene as well. She was grateful to be rid of such duties. Molly shooed everyone out into the yard again, draped in coats, hats, gloves, and as many scarves as was possible for one neck to bear.

The sleigh could only bear a few people at once and Ron made it clear (by how he dragged Lavender to it) that they had the first ride. They took off before anyone else could join them, despite there being room for two more, but that was just as well. The twins proposed a friendly quidditch skirmish. Ginny and Bill called captains and teams were somewhat sorted… excepting Draco, Harry, and Hermione. Harry had begged out of the match (“If I break my neck, who’s going to explain to the Wizengamot?”), and Hermione wasn’t the flying type. Draco was just… the odd man. But it didn’t sit well with Hermione. He was the Slytherin seeker, after all. When she had started to voice her opposition to his exclusion, Draco had grabbed her hand.

“Leave it. The teams are even,” he whispered. “Besides, I’ve never built a snowman and there is ample snow available. Help me?”

“Your muggle Christmas education continues!” she exclaimed.

Harry officiated the quidditch match from the ground, while Hermione and Draco crafted their very best snowman. Draco insisted that their snow person was perfectly fine without any accessories, but Hermione draped one of her three scarves around its neck. She used a few pebbles for eyes. It was quite adorable, overall.

It came to her attention slowly, but Hermione realized after a time that the others were… avoiding them. Or avoiding including them, at least. The quidditch teams flopped at one point, and Draco wasn’t asked to join once again. The sleigh returned with Ron and Lavender and Fleur and Molly took the children for a ride. Every little game or activity was begun without them. Nothing was spoken about it, but it was like a group agreement. Hermione and Draco settled on a bench beside the pond once it became clear to her that they wouldn’t be invited to join in any other activities. Even Lavender was drafted for quidditch, though she had never been able to stay on a broom for long.

Hermione grew irritated.

By the time dinner came around, Hermione was frustrated to a degree that she couldn’t even vocalize. She sat beside Draco, sandwiched with Ginny, and they weren’t even addressed in conversation. Not by anyone other than Ginny. Not even Harry, who up until now had been an ally. What a bunch of cowards , Hermione thought. She must’ve been scowling at her plate because Draco nudged her with his shoulder. She looked up at him and he offered her a gentle smile.

Thankfully, Luna and Neville’s arrival seemed to remind someone that she and Draco were part of the celebration. Luna and Neville sat across from Hermione and Draco and Molly finally served the food. Plates were passed at breakneck speed, like the food might disappear if the serving dishes weren’t in motion. Luna expressed her happiness that they had made it in time to eat.

The Lovegood-Longbottoms were late because they had been visiting Luna’s father, but they were no less chipper. Luna voiced her delight about Hermione and Draco, especially since Neville had been able to be there for the ceremony (nevermind that he hadn’t witnessed their actual vows). But even Luna’s gaze began to feel uncomfortable and Hermione grabbed Draco’s hand for purchase. It had felt, since the moment they had arrived, that they were either being ignored or critiqued. Hermione was starting to regret ever having come.

“You’re not wearing wedding rings,” Luna said, staring at their clasped hands.

Draco coughed. “I’m not really one for jewelry--”

“--and Malfoy gems are a bit flashy for my taste,” Hermione finished. Draco shot her a glance and frowned ever so slightly.

“Yes, well,” Draco looked down at his plate.

Hermione drank deeply from her wine glass and an uncomfortable silence settled over the table. Arthur Weasley chose that moment to come home through the floo to everyone’s relief. Molly pushed back from the table to greet her husband, who entered the dining room like a jovial trumpeter.

“Happy Christmas Eve, one and all!” He exclaimed to the room. His gaze settled on Draco and his face noticeably fell. Hermione sighed a bit too loudly.

“It’s time for presents, dear!” Molly said cheerily. “Everyone, up, up up! I’ll clear the table later. Pick a spot in the living room and start distributing your presents.”

The mass exodus from the dining room left Hermione and Draco sitting in stunned silence at the table. She didn’t want to look at him. Draco leaned over and kissed her temple. “You worked so hard to get those presents,” he said. “We ought to give them.”

“Are you reading my mind?” she whispered. “Fine.” They joined the throng with shared reluctance.

If they had expected the present exchange to be any less excruciating, they were kidding themselves. Despite knowing that Hermione would be bringing Draco (even though the Weasley bunch had had only one day of notice), she was the only person who had brought gifts for him. Molly insisted on each person opening one present at a time while everyone watched, which was agonizing each time it came around to his turn. She had gotten him four books, and he knew what three out of the four were before he opened them. By the time they got to his last gift, Hermione was hoping to melt into the floor. The humor of The Sober Death of Satan’s Underworld Kingdom was lost on the group. Draco still laughed, but his joy was dampened by the room.

“Is that a warning?” Ron chuckled. “It is rather appropriate, given…” Lavender elbowed him in the stomach. Draco stared daggers at him.

“Ronald, that’s not funny,” Hermione said.

“Ron, it’s not as if Mister Malfoy is going to relapse,” Arthur Weasley said, as if he didn’t believe his own words. “And surely if he did, Hermione would know what to do.”

“That’s right, we’re lucky he’s here,” Molly said, patting Hermione’s hand. “Surely he’s a changed man--”

Draco quietly stood, bowed shallowly, and left the room. He could be heard to gather his coat from the closet and exit out the front door.

“He still doesn’t have a sense of humor,” Ginny said.

“Gods!” Hermione shouted, standing up and kicking her own collection of trinkets. “You should all be ashamed of yourselves!” She grabbed the books Draco had left behind and fled to catch up with him. Nobody tried to follow her, so Hermione slammed the front door. Draco stood at the end of the front walk with his shoulders hunched. He said nothing as Hermione caught his elbow. She took his hand and disapparated without a second thought to her coat or the presents she had left behind.

Once they arrived in Hermione’s flat, Draco sat on her sofa and looked down at his hands. Hermione pressed her fingers to her temples.

“A bunch of idiots,” she said. Draco didn’t say anything. Hermione set the stack of books on the coffee table. “I’m so sorry, Draco.”

He shrugged. “A man has a threshold for comments and insinuations… mine appears to be much lower than I thought.”

“I had thought they would be on their best behavior,” she said sadly.

“Malfoy gems are too flashy for you,” he parroted back softly, “I understand. There must be a piece of you who believes I’m liable to relapse at any moment. I am lucky to be invited. I should be grateful that anyone wants to make a joke at my expense. That’s about the whole of it, eh?” Draco leaned with his forearms on his knees and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Hermione sat at his feet. “That is categorically false,” she said. She rested her cheek on his knee. “Well… Malfoy gems are too flashy for me but then, I’ve never been a gemstone kind of girl. I’m too plain for all that.” Draco brushed a thumb over her eyebrow.

“False,” He murmured. The wrinkled between his eyebrows deepened with concern.

“I am,” she said. “It’s not a bad thing to be un-beautiful, Draco. There’s so much more to life than being pretty. I’m not. I’m interesting--I have dynamic hair, for one thing--” she waggled her head so her messy bun tickled his face. He cringed, but he smiled. Hermione wiggled her way between his knees and Draco wrapped his arms around her. He pressed his lips to her forehead. “But you are beautiful, much too beautiful for me.”

Draco sighed against her hair. “I’m not flashy.”

“You’re the sort of wizard that tabloids find eligible ,” Hermione offered with a giggle.

“I like style! Sue me.”

“You’re a fop, Malfoy, you can’t help it,” she said. “Far above my level.”

“Agree to disagree,” he grumbled.

Hermione pulled Draco’s face down to hers and kissed him softly. “ They do not speak for me,” she said against his lips. “You won’t relapse. You’re not an addict. And even if you were, it wouldn’t matter so long as you were trying . And… the only thing you should feel lucky to have is the will to decide who you let into your life.”

“I do.” He said. He kissed her. “Which is why… I got you something.” Draco reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He handed it to her. Hermione gasped.

“When did you have time to do that?” Hermione sat up straighter and accepted the box. Draco laughed. He scratched his head.

“Just open it, will you?” Hermione smiled at him coyly and flicked open the lid. Inside was a time turner. “I didn’t want to give it to you in front of everyone,” he said. “But it’s yours to use… just in case.”

Her gaze flicked up to his. “In case what?” she asked softly.

Draco sighed. “In case you have regrets about the last few days. And after today, I wouldn’t blame you.”

Hermione sat up on her knees and wound her arms around his neck. Draco buried his face in hers. “I don’t mean to be rude, Draco, but I reject your present. I don’t want it.”

“You might change your mind,” he said into her scarf.

“When have you ever known me to be changeable?” Hermione ran her fingers through his hair. She pulled back enough to look at him. He could not have looked more pitiful. “Do you think I’m going to suddenly start hating you as soon as the ‘magic of Christmas’ is over?”

“It’s possible,” he said. He touched her cheek. “Everything looks better in the glow of fairy lights. Especially me.”

“I can’t take this self-deprecation anymore,” she said, cupping his face in her hands. “I could really go for some traditional Christmas Eve shawarma and a night in, now that that fiasco is over.”

“I might be grumpy all night,” he warned. He looked quite run down by the whole thing, but not at all desirous of quitting her company. He just looked sad, and Hermione didn’t like it one bit.

“That’s alright,” she said. “You don’t even have to talk if you don’t want to.” Draco pulled her close again. It was a hug of thankfulness. Hermione rubbed his back. “Did you have any fun today, amidst the passive aggression?” she asked.

“The snowman was good fun,” he said. “And I did have a moment of clarity.”

“Oh? What about?”

“I’m going to get you a ring,” he muttered. “And I’ll wear one, too.”

“Until we inevitably divorce, after an appropriate amount of time?” Hermione peeped. She was flushed. Draco sat back and took hold of her hands. He rubbed his hand over her knuckles.

“I think we both know that we won’t,” he said.

⛄️

stupidity sweetness

[fennecswife]

Chapter 2: The Dinner

Hermione apparated to the burrow with a pop to find Ginny waiting to walk her in. The fiery redhead practically jumped at Hermione giving her a hug. Catching them both before collapsing on the ground, Hermione returned the hug to her enthusiastic friend.

“Merlin it feels like it’s been ages since I’ve seen you,”

“Gin it was last week,”

“Yes but compared to how much I usually see you, it feels like ages. I hope that since we're both 7th years now we can share a dorm,” at this, Minerva’s warning popped back into Hermione’s mind, the change in mood not going unnoticed by Ginny. “Hey what’s wrong? Do you not want to be roommates?”

“No Gin it’s not that, of course I want to room with you. It’s just that I got a letter from Professor McGonagall today. It was confusing to say the least.”

“Well I’m sure you can tell us all about it once we get inside, I’m freezing,” the two friends then went to walk towards the welcoming house where Hermione had spent so many of her summers at.

Walking in felt different than all the other times. In past years, Hermione would arrive at the burrow to stay there before heading to school. Obviously she had been back since the end of the war, but the thought of going back to such a happy place without the threat of voldemort. It just felt different for her. She was greeted as always with open arms from the redheaded family. She felt at home here and loved, but she still had her mind anxiously thinking about the letter. She decided to wait until dinner to bring it up.

As usual Molly had prepared a grand feast, consisting of any food you could imagine. After everyone settled around the table and helped themselves to the cornucopia set before them, Hermione decided to mention her troubles.

“This afternoon I received a strange letter from the headmistress, she was expressing her concerns about something that the ministry is up to.”

“Oh not again. We just fought in a war for Merlin’s sake, can’t we catch a break?” Ron grumbled, his mouth stuffed as usual. He quieted down with a stern glare from Hermione.

“She said that they’re putting a law into place, one that’s never been used before. It was written back when all the others were, but it was only to be used in extreme cases. Shacklebolt told her not to tell anyone so she remained somewhat cryptic. I was hoping, Arthur, that either you or Percy may have heard something about it?”

Arthur then spoke up with his boisterous voice,” Well Hermione dear, I’m afraid I haven’t heard of anything new. Percy however, I believe has all the laws memorized. Isn’t that right Percy?”

“Yes, I studied them when I first applied to the ministry for my job. Do you have any more information so I could figure out which one she may be referring to?”

“Well as I said, she remained very vague in her letter. She however did mention something about population and taking away the lives of us younger wizards and witches.”

Percy seemed to think on this for a moment when his face paled,” No that’s not possible, they wouldn’t do that to us so soon after such tragedies we faced.”

“Wouldn’t do what Percy?” Harry spoke.

“I do hope I’m wrong but from what Hermione has said, I believe the headmistress was referring to the Amalgamate Law. It was written in case of serious loss in population in events such as plagues or witch trials in the muggle world. It has never once been enacted and for good reason.”

“Percy what exactly does the Amalgamate Law ensue?” Hermione questioned fearing the answer that may follow.

“In simple terms, it’s a marriage law. Witches and wizards are paired for marriage and are expected to have an heir before a set amount of time.”

“They can’t expect us to just obey them, this is unjust. We aren’t animals bought and sold for mating,” Ginny burst out in a rage.

“Ginevera Weasley lower your voice,” Molly jumped in,” Now this may be an unjust law, but if it is in fact put into place, we must listen to the ministry.”

“With all due respect Molly, but you should not just follow the Ministry blindly,” Harry countered, “What would have happened if everyone just followed when Voldemort and his followers overthrew the Ministry. Laws should be challenged if they do not protect the greater good of the people,”  Molly sunk back into her chair seeing Harry’s point. “I’ll have a chat with Kingsley I’m sure he’ll listen to me.”

“I’m afraid that he won't, Harry, Professor McGonagall already tried all she could. The Ministry simply turned her away and told her not to tell anyone of their plans. She said that the law has been passed already and that news awaits us at the welcome feast,” Hermione felt the pieces clicking into place but could hardly believe them. She didn’t want to believe that Kingsly, a man who fought beside them in the war against Voldemort and experienced the greif first hand, could do something so despicable as this. It was a violation of their human rights.

Everyone sat in silence for a moment unsure of how to proceed. Were their fates already sealed, were their lives to end before they even truly started? Nobody knew what to do, they just sat, their feast long forgotten.

“We’ll fight this. We won’t let it happen. I won’t let it happen. I’m the bloody boy who lived, they’ll listen to me I’m sure of it. I don’t care if McGonagall is certain they won’t change but I will not let them do this to me. I’m finally with the girl of my dreams and they’ll have to rip her from my cold dead arms if they expect me to just let go.” Ginny softened at her boyfriend’s kind words, but even she was worried and doubtful of the power Harry’s title would carry when it came to the Wizingmont. Harry stood, excusing himself to go write to Kingsley. He promised Hermione he wouldn’t mention anything about McGonagall breaking her promised silence.

The rest of the evening was a quiet one, nobody drank or joked like they normally do. They all sat in silence doubting their ability to get the law abolished. People began to wonder if it were to happen, how would the rest of the wizarding world react, who would they be married to, would they ever be able to find happiness?

Dawn came quicker than anyone expected. It was a sleepless night, everyone scared to say what they all had to be thinking. Would the boy who lived be able to save them this time, or would the ministry get their way? They wanted to believe in Harry and they always did. It was just after going through everything he had, how could they expect him to continue fighting yet another battle after losing so many people he loved in the last.

As the new day came upon them, their grief and worry worsened. Harry having heard back from Kingsley having his spirits dampened. Never once had the boy thought he would feel hopeless. He had battled the fiercest adversaries, yet his real enemy may lay before him.

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Whoo chapter two. I promise that as I go on there will be longer chapters with more dialogue. I just like to hold off on dialogue and describe thoughts more as I set up stories. Idk it’s just how I write. I hope that you are enjoying this so far. Don’t worry they’re going to hogwarts soon which means, drumroll please, Draco fucking Malfoy. He will be appearing shortly. Maybe I'll do the next chapter taking place at the same time as these two chapters but at Malfoy manor. Who knows. I am not sure how long this story will be but I will definitely be writing a decent amount of chapters. But yeah enjoy this.

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ARTHUR WEASLEY is TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS OLD a SENIOR RESEARCHER in THE DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT at THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC. He looks remarkably like GEORGE MACKAY and considers himself aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. He is currently TAKEN.

→ OVERVIEW:

Arthur Weasley had the sort of childhood Muggle children would dream about as they fell asleep or read about in storybooks. A large country cottage that sat upon the hill, the Weasley home was built many years before their family had come to inhabit it and was a welcomed refuge when the Weasley family declined in the estimations of those around them. Arthur’s family home was by no means small, though it was considerably smaller than the great manor houses owned by other families within The Sacred Twenty-Eight. To Arthur it was simply home where dishes washed themselves, kettles were charmed to sing songs until they were read to be poured and cupboards revealed whole corridors where his mother had attempted to house the last of her worldly possessions within the cottage. Arthur’s mother, CEDRELLA WEASLEY had come from grander things than Weasley Cottage. A member of the Black family, she had married his father SEPTIMUS out of love after a long and beautiful secret relationship which resulted in her becoming estranged from The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black. Once a family name which was as upheld and well known as the Black family, the Weasley family had gone down in the estimations of many illustrious families and having not secured a dowry for many years due to their branding as blood traitors. They were a comfortable but by no means very wealthy family by the time Arthur and his older brothers BILLIUS and FREDRICK WEASLEY were born. 

Arthur rarely spent any time in the house as a child, preferring to run through fields and forests with his best friend AMOS DIGGORY. The Diggory family lived very closely to the Weasley family and whilst in age Amos was more suited to Arthur’s older brothers, the two quickly became thick as thieves. Both Arthur and Amos were surrounded by their rather serious siblings. It was just the two of them, arm and arm, making discoveries and running amuck with their other best friend AYA FAWCETT who was the same age as Arthur and lived down the lane. Ottery St Catchpole was always filled with noise and laughter, especially when Arthur’s cousins came to stay. Although he was told repeatedly never to have favourites by his mother, Arthur shamelessly would declare DAISY HOOKUM was his favourite family member and would have been a top contender for his childhood best friend had the position not been filled so well by Amos and Aya. Daisy understood him in a way none of Arthur’s other family ever did. Daisy liked to live in worlds she created in her head and Arthur was happy to reside in them alongside her if it meant an afternoon of adventure away from the cottage. It was on his adventures with Daisy, Amos and Aya that Arthur discovered an interest that would span years and spark great friendships and a career he would love with all his heart. 

It was a large metal coil sticking out of the ground that captured Arthur’s attention and something he would later come to know, thanks to his friend LAUREL LINWOOD as a slinky which began his obsession with Muggle artefacts. Whilst most children were absorbed in The Tales of Beedle The Bard, Arthur’s thoughts would be consumed in why someone would need a metal spring, how it had been made and the function it had. They were questions which required answers and when none of his family, or fellow Pure-Blood friends could provide any answers they were one he gladly put to his fellow students at Hogwarts when he finally began to attend school there. Sorted into Gryffindor, his bright and bubbly personality quickly caught the attention of like minded individuals. Arthur became firm friends with TRYSTAN WARRINGTON on his very first day, the two forging a close friendship across the years. Although Arthur knew it was wrong to rank amongst his friends, he did also have a favourite of them too. Laurel Linwood was a Muggle-Born student, with all the answers to any questions Arthur could think of. Laurel taught him how to use a slinky, though he still didn’t understand why you’d need one and introduced him to Muggle games such as Monopoly which she told him they weren’t allowed to play at home because it caused too many arguments. 

Laurel was the life and soul of any party, but to Arthur she was simply his best friend who was never shy of an odd fact and never failed to put a smile on his face when he was feeling down. It was mostly through Laurel, that Arthur got into activism and the trouble started between himself and his older brothers. Advocates for Sorcerers for Equality, Laurel, Trystan, Aya and their friend CONSTANCE SONG often got into trouble for duelling in the corridors and calling out bullying, alongside his younger cousin POPPY HOOKUM and their friends who were also regulars in detention. With his brothers planning careers in the Ministry and at The Daily Prophet in the hopes of elevating their family reputation once again, or so Arthur believed, their younger brother spending a lot of time writing lines and getting into heated arguments with LUCIUS MALFOY didn’t sit to well with them, though they breathed a sigh of relief when Arthur began being frequently seen with fellow member of The Sacred Twenty-Eight, MOLLY PREWETT. When Arthur met Molly he was captivated. She had such strength about her that Arthur admired greatly and it warmed his heart how much she cared for her friends and family with little thought about herself. 

Arthur had two primary aims whilst at Hogwarts, to pass Muggle Studies with flying colours and to make Molly Prewett his girlfriend, which along with winning Laurel in a game of Monopoly one time by accident, he holds as his greatest achievements. After graduating, Arthur quickly began working at The Ministry for Magic as a research assistant in The Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Billius, had pulled some strings to get Arthur into the department and had designs on Arthur elevating himself as he and Fredrick had done. Arthur had no desire to elevate himself to anywhere he wasn’t happy and whilst he enjoyed duelling and standing up for the most downtrodden members of their society, Arthur had another passion which he quickly began researching in his role. Muggle artefacts were often tampered with by dark wizards with wicked agendas and handed back to unsuspecting Muggles with the intent to cause harm. Many of them were left pilied in a back office near the Auror’s Office until one day Arthur decided to go through them. The Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office was just Arthur and the cupboard but that was how he liked it. He worked close to Amos, he saw Molly regularly around the Ministry and although he knew he was laughed at by Lucius and other purists around the Ministry, Arthur didn’t pay it any mind. 

He loved his work and frequently enjoyed seeking the assistance of junior researcher LILY EVANS to help him work out tricky charms and offer advice. Currently, Arthur is working closely with the order to investigate into a series of cursed Muggle objects which have caused fatalities around London amongst Muggles. Arthur’s work hadn’t been very highly thought of until the string of deaths ended up on ALICIA AVERY-JONES’ desk, causing her to take it more seriously as the exposure of wizards to the Muggle world became a threat. Working with KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT, Arthur has been attempting to track and reverse the curses on the objects which despite the high stakes has been a joy to do. Arthur’s love for the job and his abilities caused Kingsley to introduce Arthur into The Order of The Phoenix, which was where everything changed for Arthur. His discovery of what the group unearthed in part prompted Arthur to pop the question to Molly last spring. She was shocked, but had bought into his craziness and had accepted anyway. Arthur was overjoyed. He had a woman he loved, a job he was passionate about. Everything was falling into place, until Molly’s family cut her off. Arthur was devastated for her, though he was flattered she would choose him over her parents. Although he always felt like he owed Molly as his partner in crime, her sacrifice really signalled to him that Molly was his soul mate and he would do anything in his power to protect her.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Pronouns → He/Him

Identification → Cis Male

Sexuality  → Up to Roleplayer

Relationship Status → Engaged to Molly Prewett

Previous Education →  Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Gryffindor)

Societies → Sorcerers for Equality 

Family → Billius Weasley (brother), Fredrick Weasley (brother), Primrose Jorkins (cousin), Daisy Hookum (cousin), Poppy Hookum (cousin)

Connections  → Molly Prewett (best friend/fiancée), Amos Diggory (best friend), Aya Fawcett (best friend), Laurel Linwood (best friend), Trystan Warrington (close friend), Natan Diggory (close friend), Jennifer Vane (close friend), Constance Song (friend), Mafalda Hopkirk (friend), Keira Grey (friend), Kingsley Shacklebolt (friend/colleague), Lily Evans (friend/colleague), Lucius Malfoy (adversary) 

Future Information → Husband of Molly Prewett, Father of William, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ronald and Ginevera Weasley

ARTHUR WEASLEY IS A LEVEL 6 WIZARD.

[destiny-n]

I am Ginevera Weasley.

[dracomisdaddy]

What Just Happened?

The Order stood, ready to face The Dark Lord and his Death Eaters as the final battle at Hogwarts was soon to begin. The Death Eaters approached before stopping twenty or so feet away and making a row for the Dark Lord to walk through. Lord Voldemort made his way to the front of His loyal Death Eaters with his hood pulled up. The Order held intimidating looks, some glaring and some inpatient. Voldemort finally stepped to the front and slowly pulled down his hood revealing his seventeen year old self. From across the yard you could hear a harsh whisper, “Holy shit! I didn’t know Volddie was this hot, oh, my god, be right back.” Harry Potter, soon to be savior of the light not so silently whispered before clearing his throat and walking confidentiality towards Voldemort who held an amused smirk. Once he got to him he put on his best smile and held out his hand. “Hi! I’m Harry Potter. What’s a fine man like yourself doing in such a wrecked court yard,” he flirted. Most of the Death Eaters gsped while there was many shouts from the Order. “Harry, what the fuck! That’s actually the fucking Dark Lord!” Ron Weasley yelled. Harry abruptly turned and whisper yelled at him. “Shut the fuck up, Ronald! I think I just met the fucking love of my life, jeez!” He turned back around and smiled as if the whole world didn’t just hear him. “Harry! What about us!?” Ginevera ‘Ginny’ Weasley yelled. Harry rolled his eyes and turned back around. “For the last fucking time, Ginny! I’m. Fucking. Gay!” he turned around again and smiled. “Now, where were we?” Voldemort let out a loud laugh before smiling back at Harry making him melt. “Well, I did not expect this… Hello, Harry Potter, I’m Lord Voldemort, but you can call me Tom.” Harry blushed and looked down, playing with his hair. “Hullo, Tom. It’s really nice to meet you.” He genuinely said. “It’s nice to meet you too, Harry. May I call you Harry?” Tom asked. Harry shyly nodded in response. “Harry! Get over here this instant!” Dumbledore yelled. Harry’s head lifted up and their was a crazy look in his eyes that made most of the Death Eaters shiver as it reminded them of Bellatrix. He spun around and tilted his head in an insane matter and lifted his wand. “Avada Kedavra,” he whispered. The green light soared and hit Dumbledore straight in the chest, killing him instantly. “Bye-bye, Dumblebee!” Harry yelled, laughing much like Bella. Tom laughed and grabbed Harry in a hug from behind. “Join me, Harry,” he whispered into Harry’s ear making him let out a small moan. “Yes!” Harry whisper yelled. He kissed Toms cheek before turning back to the Order’s shocked faces and and smiled insanely. “So, who’s joining with me!?” Molly Weasley started yelling and screaming at Harry, which Harry shut up with a killing curse to both her and her husband, knowing that they would never join. Ron was the next to yell out, ending up dead. Finally, Ginny. He sent a stunner at her and levitated her toward his side. Tom looked confused and then looked to Harry. “I want to torture her,” he said simply. Hermione, the rest of the Weasley family, Moony, and Padfoot all left the Orders side and made their way to Harry. They smiled at him before standing behind him. “Anyone else?” Tom called out. They all started shouting at once. The old members of the Order all shot killing curses at them, killing them all instantly. Harry smiled wickedly at the old members and laughed. “That was so much fun! Someone please take Ginny for me, haha, I think I’m going to faint.” With that, he fainted into Tom’s arms. There was silence for a while before Bellatrix, who had been strangely quiet spoke Up. “What the hell just happened?”

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(I’ve started a little “series” thing. I’ve got ideas for all of the Potter-Malfoy kids and I’ll be releasing drawings and headcanons of them. I hope you enjoy!! I’d advise that you go look at Anita and Lyra’s stuff to avoid confusion)

The second of the Potter-Malfoy kids I’d like to introduce you to is Cassiopeia 

headcanons: 

After Anita and Lyra are around three, Harry + Draco decide they want another little monster

They adopt Cassiopeia (also a muggle born) when she’s nearly a year old (they’re both 24)

They decide her middle name will be Sirius. 

Harry is like “yeah… I mean I like it but that’s a boy’s name, isn’t it?” 

+ Draco is just “???? yeah ??? and your point is???” 

She’s from Japan and for her first few weeks insists on calling Harry “Kakka” and Draco “Totto” (japanese baby talk for “okaasan” and “otousan” ; dad and mom) 

but she eventually rides with the whole “bābā” thing for Harry but still calls Draco “Totto” despite his best attempts to persuade her to call him daddy like Anita and Lyra do. 

she continues to call him Totto even when she’s an adult

so now Harry and Draco, finally fluent enough in Arabic, have to also learn Japanese 

not only to keep Cassiopeia’s language intact but also bc she’s saying lots of things in Japanese that Draco and Harry do not understand which makes Cassiopeia beyond mad bc god damn it can someone just take  her to pee or pick her up ?! what do you two not undERSTAND ABOUT “CHII !” + “DAKKO !” !!

She’s a major tantrum thrower

which is super foreign to Harry and Draco bc Anita an Lyra were not like that at all

the twins are -at first- much better at Japanese than Draco or Harry

while the dads are scrambling around while Cassiopeia shrieks “OPPAI” over and over again and Harry’s just in a fit bc “neITHER OF US HAVE BREASTS WHY DOES SHE WANT BREASTS” (you gotta remember, he isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed)

+ Lyra, ever the snarky one, rollers her eyes and toddles over to her sister’s high chair, stretching to give the girl her own cup of milk and Harry’s just like “oh right okay.”

The twins just love having a little sister. Their both pretty used to sharing, growing up with a twin and all.

Cassiopeia is also extremely clingy. Specifically to Harry. Again, something totally odd to them bc the twins were always off with each other nearly getting lost 24/7 ( whERE THE FUCK DID THEY GO THEY WERE JUST RIGHT HERE- oh there they are, rolling in the mud.)

+ Draco is ofc petty af that she’s not clingy to him

They’re a bit uncertain whether or not she’s a squib at first bc she doesn’t really show any signs of magic

and they have to have a whole conversation with each other about what to do if she is a squib

but Draco geso to wake her up one morning and her hair is bright green.

+ Draco is just O.O 

Anita calmly just says “she’s a momopha” and Draco is like “a what?” “like teddy ! a momopha !” 

and Draco’s like ooooh she’s a metamorphmagus 

but she’s for some reason not that great at it?? 

bc even when she’s older she had a hard time turning her hair or eyes different colors as easy as Teddy does. so mostly her hair is just black

All three of the kids call Molly “Gran” + Arthur “Grandad” and refer to the Weasley kids as their “Uncles + Aunt”,  while their children are cousins. (we’re either ignoring that Hinny ever happened or they did happen and Ginny and Harry just totally got past it without weirdness)

Hermione, Fleur, Angelina, & Lucy all also have the titles of ‘Aunt’ too

Which 110% okay with Harry as well as the Weasleys bc after the war Molly had insisted that Harry is also her son (which has a small bit to do with losing Fred)

+ the first time Harry called her “mum” she literally sobbed all over him while Arthur just acted like harry had always called him “dad”

+ the other Weasley just super casual get into the habit of saying “yeah, my/our brother, Harry” and “Our nieces…” 

While the twins and literally every other family member call the Weasley kids by their shorter names  Cassiopeia will not.

“Uncle William”,  “Uncle Charles” ,“Uncle Ronald” , “Aunt Ginevera” , “Uncle Percival” (she would also 100% call Fred “Uncle Fredrick” if he was alive)

George thinks it’s fucking hilarious and whenever she’s around calls Harry “Harold” just for a kick. And Harry’s just like thaT’S NOT EVEN MY NAME

Cassiopeia absolutely adores Charlie.

I mean, she fucking loves the shit out of him. She thinks he’s the coolest thing to ever walk the planet.

And one time while she was on his lap she was concentrating v hard with her fists balled up and eyes squeezed shut + Charlie was like oh shit she’s gonna poop or something but her hair shortens and turns red to mimic his exact hair cut

It only lasts for a second but Charlie is just floored. he thinks it so cool

and ofc this whole thing becomes some sort of competition for Bill to win her affection from Charlie (it never works though. she thinks Uncle Charles is the coolest cat around for her whole life)

Cassiopeia one day comments that she likes Bill’s fang earring (whICH HE STILL WEARS) + Bill automatically gets her one so that they can match. 

she never takes it off (even as an adult) and Molly is just pissed

So by the time she’s 4 or 5, one day she’s making something with Molly while the whole family is there and Molly offhandedly comments that she could be a cook and Cassiopeia just shouts “NO I WANT TO RIDE DRAGONS” and everyone swears to Merlin’s saggy ass that Charlie got tears in his eye.

Molly ofc is like “you can’t ride Dragons, dear.  that’s very dangerous” 

But Fleur (who loooovvvveessss the girls) just pops a grape (or whtever) into her mouth and says “I think shee would make a fantasteec Dragon ridair”

at which Cassiopeia beams 

By the time she’s about 9 or 10 she is adamant that people call her Sirius bc Cassiopeia is” too much of a mouthful” and “she’d be damned” if anyone calls her “Cassie” at Hogwarts

so they oblige 

she starts cursing from the age of 10 and never stops (it’s totally not “Uncle Ronald’s” fault at all)

She’s sweet and loves animals to death

I mean, she’s the kid always coming home with some new magical creature like “Can I keep it  bābā?” “pleeeeasseee Totto?”

Draco + Harry are like “noooo that’s a ClabBERT PLEASE PUT IT BACK PUT IT BACK”

By the time she’s 11 she has an Occamy, 3 dogs, 2 kneazles, 2 pygmy puffs, a tortoise, a snake and a partridge in a pear tree

When she gets to Hogwarts rules are bent (bc shit she’s Harry Potter’s kid) and she brings her snake (kitty) , both pygmy puffs (mop + jeff), one of her kneazles (Charles), and her tortoise (Voldetort) 

she doesn’t bother with owls bc Anita and Lyra both have owls. She uses them at her own leisure.

her dormmates were very O.O uhhhh at first but they began to love all the pets, accepting them as their own, the entire house loves them all, and just lets them roam the entire common room.

She’s a Gryffindor btw 

something Harry just fucking lOVEs

“I told you didn’t I? I said she’d be a Gryffindor.” “Potter, shut tf up. You said you’d bet half your ass that she’d be in Slytherin”

She’s a seeker (a damn good one too) and decided to go by ‘Malfoy’ (which harry is totally all here for)

So, in conclusion, Sirius Malfoy is the bomb.com

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full name: Edward “Teddy” Remus Lupin

born: April 17, 1998

mum: Nymphadora “Tonks” Lupin (neé Lupin)

adoptive mum: Ginevera “Ginny” Molly Potter (neé Weasley)

dad: Remus John Lupin

adoptive dad: Harry James Potter

family: Andromeda Tonks (grandmother)

adoptive family: James Sirius Potter, Albus Severus Potter, Lily Luna Potter, & other Weasleys

friends:  Steve Wells, Thomas Morgan, Nicole Gray, Maria Forson, 

relationships: Rosemary Krum, Anna Glancey, Catherine Biggs, Charlotte Baylis, Victoire Weasley

significant other: Dominique Weasley

house: Hufflepuff

patronus: wolf

boggart: graves of Potter/Weasley families beside his parents

               later also Dominique in pain

animagus: wolf

blood status: half blood

amortentia: lavender and mint (Dominique’s shampoo), lemon and sage (Lily’s shampoo), clean laundry and freshly cut flowers (Potter Cottage) and freshly baked bread

pets: Moony (owl),  Seren (chocolate lab)

weasley sweater: black blue with a parchment white “T”

early life:

Teddy Lupin lived with his grandmother Andromeda until he was about 4 months old. At that point, Andromeda and Harry made the decision for Harry to have full custody of Teddy, because Andromeda was getting older, was sick, and wasn’t no longer able to take care of a baby. He visited Andromeda for dinner once a week with Harry, and occasionally Ginny.  When Harry proposed to Ginny on her Easter Holiday in 1999, Teddy moved in to the newly refurbished Potter Manor. Just after his third birthday, in 2001, his Grandma Andromeda passed away because of the ongoing dragon pox she had caught shortly after the war. When he was 5, James Sirius Potter was born, and Teddy was in awe of the baby he got to call his brother. Two years later, Albus Severus Potter was born, and seven year old Teddy couldn’t stop talking about his little brothers. When he was almost 10, Lily Luna Potter was born. Teddy fell in love with her the moment he saw her. She was perfect and he vowed to do everything to protect her. Teddy’s childhood was a happy one. Harry and Ginny were the best parents he could of had, and always made sure that he was happy. Many people always thought that after Harry and Ginny’s kids were born, they ignored Teddy, but they treated Teddy as their own, and never favored their kids over him. Teddy could always be seen playing with Victoire and Jane. His best friend before Hogwarts was a boy named Henry Smith. They met at the wizarding primary school Harry and Ginny sent him to. Teddy played on a little league quidditch team with Henry. 

year one:

Teddy started his first year at Hogwarts on September 1, 2009. He sat on the train with Henry, and met Steve Wells, and Nicole Gray, both who became some of his closest friends. He was sorted into Hufflepuff after a hat stall between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. Henry Smith was sorted into Slytherin, and the two slowly started to drift apart. His new friend Steve was sorted into Gryffindor, and Nicole was sorted into Ravenclaw. He became best friends with a boy in his dorm named Thomas Morgan, and  the group befriended Maria Forson, a lonely Slytherin. As the godson of Harry Potter, the child of Remus and Nymphadora Lupin, and a metamorphmagus, Teddy drew a lot of attention, but he quickly learned to ignore it all. Teddy wrote home to Harry and Ginny every other day, who wrote back just as often. Teddy was excited to go home over all the different holidays. He had stories he wanted to tell Harry, Ginny, Victoire, and everyone else. But mostly he just missed Harry, Ginny, James, Albus, and especially little Lily. When at home, he never left Harry, or Ginny’s sides. They had missed him, and he had missed them. All Teddy wanted was to hug them and never let go. When he was handed little Lily the first time home, he was surprised at how much she’d grown. He had been sent pictures, but pictures didn’t do justice to how much she had grown. 

year two:

Teddy left for his second year with a heavy heart. He did not want to leave his siblings again, and he did not want to go another day without hugs from Harry and Ginny after a summer of love from his family. He quickly recovered upon getting back, and realised how much he had missed Hogwarts. He tried out the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team, and became the seeker. He was told that he was almost as good as his godfather. Teddy began keeping the wall at the head of his bed covered in pictures. He had pictures of his parents, Harry and Ginny, James, Albus, and Lily, as well as pictures of the rest of the family, and his friends. 

year three:

Teddy left for his third year without Victoire, who went to Beauxbatons. Teddy again played as seeker for Hufflepuff, who won the Quidditch cup. Teddy elects to take Music, Art, Care of Magical Creatures, and Muggle Studies. This year in the History of Magic unit on the first and second wars, they went more in to detail. Teddy started being withdrawn, and quiet. He was upset with the tone people talked about werewolves. He didn’t understand. His mum and dad died in the war. They had been honored for their deaths, so why did people still talk about his dad with slight disgust when they knew he was a werewolf? When he went home over the Battle of Hogwarts holiday week, Harry and Ginny noticed something was wrong. They decided that it was time to tell him the truth. And so, that was the year that Harry and Ginny sat Teddy down to tell him about his parents, and what they died for. 

year four:

Teddy returned to Hogwarts for his fourth year, more himself then even at the end of last term. Turned out finding out about his parents, and a summer with Harry, Ginny, James, Albus, Lily and the rest of the family was all he needed. Teddy was joined at Hogwarts by Victoire, who transferred from Beauxbatons. Teddy had hoped she would be sorted into Hufflepuff, but she was sorted in to Gryffindor like her father. Teddy began dating Rosemary Krum, the daughter of Viktor Krum, in Victoire’s year, and who Victoire and Teddy had grown up knowing because of Harry, Fleur and Viktor’s friendship.  Teddy plays as seeker, and Hufflepuff comes in second for the Quidditch cup.

year five: 

Teddy returns for his fifth as a prefect. Charlie’s daughter, Jane, and Harry’s cousins’s daughter, Emma, join Teddy and Victoire at Hogwarts. Teddy continues playing for Hufflepuff. He continues an alternating cycle of different hair colors. He gets his first detention after punching Henry Smith in the face, after he insulted his dad, and Harry. In May, he and Rosemary break up but remain really good friends. Teddy meets with the Hufflepufff head of house, Professor Macmillan, who persuades him to look into teaching, when Teddy decides he doesn’t want to be an auror, and does not really wish to work at the Ministry. He takes his OWLs and does really well.

OWL Scores

art (muggle, and magical)            O

astronomy                                    A

care of magical creatures             O

charms                                         O

defense agains the dark arts        O  

herbology                                     O

history of magic                            E

music (muggle and magical)         O

potions                                          E

transfiguration                               O

year six:

Sixth year, Teddy goes off to Hogwarts, now with Molly and Dominique too. Teddy is made quidditch captain, as the eldest quidditch player left in his house. Teddy dates Anna Glancey, from October to May, and begins dating Catherine Biggs at the end of the year. Teddy realised that he really did want to become a professor at Hogwarts, and worked hard to get the necessary requirements. For his seventeenth birthday, Harry and Ginny gave Teddy a scrapbook. In the book were pictures of his parents growing up, before dating, in the Order, as a couple, and with Teddy. Along with the photos were stories. Harry and Ginny went to everyone who knew them, for stories. There was even stories about his mum and dad from his Grandmother, who had written them down before her death. The final part of the gift were letters from Remus and Tonks. They had written them to be given to Teddy on his 17th birthday in the event of their death. Harry and Ginny had also included photos from Teddy’s childhood, and of the rest of the family, because they knew he loved the photos when he was at school.

year seven:

Teddy is quidditch captain for the Hufflepuff team, Head Boy, and seeker on the Hogwarts House Team. He goes to Hogwarts for his last year, this time with James and Fred for their first year. Teddy hoped that James would be a Hufflepuff, but instead took after his parents and was an immediate Gryffindor. Fred went to Slytherin. Teddy found Fred crying on the first night. He was worried what his parents would say about him being in Slytherin. Teddy comforted Fred, telling him that knowing George and Angelina, they would be nothing but proud of him. It didn’t matter what house you were sorted into, Teddy told Fred. He told Fred that so long as he was a good person, and did the right thing, he would make his parents proud. Knowing Fred was scared to write home, Teddy told Fred he would do it. So that night, Teddy sat down in the Head’s Boy dormitory and wrote a letter to Uncle George, and Aunt Angelina, telling them Fred was in Slytherin, and that Fred was too scared to write home, and explained how Fred was worried that they would no longer love him. Teddy wrote three other letters that night. He wrote one to Harry and Ginny telling them how James was sorted into Gryffindor. He wrote one to Albus telling him about Hogwarts, as he had asked. And lastly, he wrote a letter to Lily. Lily had been crying all day because she did not want her brothers to leave. Teddy broke up with Catherine Biggs by May.  Teddy’s favorite song becomes Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson because Lily always asks him to make banana pancakes for breakfast, and sing the song. Teddy graduated top of his class, with Professor Macmillan still encouraging him to be a charms professor.  

professor training 2016-2018

Teddy gets a job at the Leakey Cauldron. Over the summer he and 9 year old Lily grow closer. He dates Charlotte Baylis starting that summer and breaks up with her by March, when he realised he had feelings for Victoire. Ginny notices and tells him to not keep his feelings to himself, she told him she knew from experience. He tells her and the two start hooking up. On September 1st, he goes with his family to Kings Cross to say goodbye. James catches him and Victoire kissing. In the fall, he starts his training. He starts working at the primary school he went to in Godric’s Hollow, and still lives with Harry and Ginny, much to Lily’s delight.

professor training cont. 2018-2019

Teddy stays with Harry and Ginny, and continues working at the primary school.  After Victoire graduates, the two are able to properly date, but start to fight and split up by the next spring. Victoire accuses Teddy of having feelings for someone else. Teddy realised she was right, and that he was, and always had been madly in love with Dominique Weasley. The two were able to stay friends, realising they were better as friends then as a couple. Over the Christmas Holidays, Teddy was dropping some things off at Shell Cottage for Victoire, when he thought he heard something. He was going to ignore it, but remembered some letters from Louis about how Dominique had been acting differently, and had noticed she was quieter and more withdrawn, and was concerned because Victoire had told him Dominique was supposed to be home, but Dominique had not answered the door, which was unlocked. He was still in love with Dominique, and wanted to know what was happening. Getting upstairs, he heard crying, as if someone was in pain. He followed the noise to Dominique’s bedroom, with his wand drawn. Upon opening the door, he found her about to commit suicide. She looked up as he rushed to her, He grabbed her tight, taking the pills out of her hand, and pulled her close. Here was the girl he loved, who had always seemed so strong, but was really broken and worn down, he thought. He promised to take care of her, confessing his loved. She told him she loved him too. He got her help, and never stopped loving her.

proposing 2020-2022

Teddy proposed to Dominique over the Easter Holidays of her seventh year, after over a year of being together. Teddy moved out of Harry and Ginny’s to a small flat he and Dominique could live in. That following summer, the two were married. 

teaching Charms for Lily Luna Potter 2021-2026

When Professor Flitwick announced he would be retiring in a two years, and put out the announcement for applicants to get the Ministry training, Teddy jumped at the chance, he immediately started the Ministry training, and by the end of the 2021-2022 school year, had finished his training. He applied and got the job as the Charms Professor at Hogwarts. He and Dominique moved into a flat in Hogsmeade so the two could get to the school easily. Lily, his best friend, was a fifth year prefect the year he started, and loved to tease him in his class. When Lily became the Quidditch captain for the Hogwarts team, the Gryffindor quidditch captain, in her sixth year, he couldn’t have been prouder. When Lysander proposed to Lily, Teddy may have stretched his job description as the Charms professor in lecturing Lysander about his relationship with Lily. When Lily entered the Triwizard tournament, and was head girl, and was Gryffindor quidditch captain, and was still the school team captain in her seventh year, and still didn’t know what to do after Hogwarts, Teddy stepped as big brother, best friend, and favorite teacher. He comforted her when she was selected as the Hogwarts Champion, helped her with what to do as head girl, cheered her on at every quidditch game, even the Hufflepuff one, just maybe not as hard, and helped her figure out ideas of what to do after graduation.

happily ever after 2021-forever

Two years after getting married, Teddy got the job at Hogwarts. 

Three years after getting married, Dominique got the job of Hogwarts’ Matron.

Four years after getting married, the couple had a daughter named Nymphadora.

Five years after getting married, Teddy’s best friend, and little sister got married.

Six years after getting married, the couple found out they were pregnant again, in the middle of a war.

Seven years after getting married, the couple had a little boy named Remus.

Eight years after getting married, the war ended.

Nine years after getting married, the couple moved into a bigger house, when they realised they were pregnant again.

Ten years after getting married, the couple had triplets named Evangeline, Harry, and Ginevra.

Eleven years after getting married, the couple adopted a baby girl named Adaline.

For the many years after getting married, the couple lived a happily life with their big family.

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Eliza Weasley (OC)

General Info First Name -Eliza Middle Name -Lily -Rose Nickname(s) -Ellie -Ely -Nerd Last Name -Weasley Age -17 Birthday -July 4th Zodiac -Cancer Gender -Female Sexual Orientation -Heterosexual Species -Human/Witch/Wizard Blood Type -O Blood Status -Pure Blood House -Slytherin Year -7

Appearance Height -6'7" Weight -115 lbs Hair -Long, Purple

Skin -Fair Eyes -Forest Green/Hazel Glasses/Contacts -Black Rimmed, Rectangular Glasses Tattoos/Markings -“Always” Across Her Shoulders, Back Side -“Lumos” Across Left Wrist -“⭐” Left Ankle -“🌙” Right Ankle

Piercings -A Dragon Cuff (Both Ears) Scars -None Death Eater Mark? What Wrist? -Yes, The Right Wrist

Clothing

Uniform -Black Skirt -White Button Up Dress Shirt -Slytherin Robe -Slytherin Scarf -Black Leggings -Black Ankle Boots

Hogsmeade -Pastel Pink And Mint Green Nails -Flowery Crop Top -Black Mid Thigh Skirt -Light Brown Thin Sweater -Black Ankle Boots

Yule Ball -Hair Down/Wavy -Gold And Black Eyeshadow -Thick Black Mascara -Gold And Black Nails -Golden Snake/Thin Chain Necklace -Snake Cuff Earings (Both Ears) -Golden Snake Ring (Right Hand/Ring Finger) -Gold Heels (Snake Wraps Around Ankle) -Black Mermaid Dress -Gold Belt Around Waist

Pajamas -Mint Green Pajama Top (Long Sleeves) -Mint Green Pajama Shorts

Swimwear -Pastel Pink Strapless Bikini Top -Pastel Pink Bikini Bottom

Athletic -Black And White Stripped Tank Top -Army Green Jacket -Black Jeggings -White Sneakers

Wand -Cherrywood -Pheonix Feather -Fairly Flexible -12" -Wooden Vines Wrapped Around

Pet -Norwegian Forest Cat

Health Mental Disorder -OCD Illness -None Allergies -None Athletic -Very Fears -Not Being Excepted -Death -Fear Itself Drugs -Dosn’t Do Drugs Smoke -Dosn’t Smoke Alcohol -Dosn’t Drink Alcohol

Likes/Dislikes

Likes: -The Library -Being Outside -The Forbidden Forest -The Black Lake

Dislikes: -The Word ‘Forbidden’ -Voldemort -Being The Only Slytherin In Her Family -Granger’s

Personality -Kind -Caress -Daring -Outgoing -Protective -Familly Orientated -Adventurous

Skills -Violin -Piano -Spells/Charms/Curses -Quiditch -Potions

Dreams + Goals -Graduating As The Top Of Her Class -Being A Quidditch Champion -Becoming A DADA Professor

Favorites

Food -Venison Drink -ButterBeer Animal -Snakes Color -Silver Genre (movies/books) -Horror Instrument -Violin Sport -Quidditch

Least Favorites

Food -Ham Drink -Wine Animal -Frog Color -Pink Genre (movies/books) -Romance Instrument -Chello Sport -Soccer (As People In England Call It:Football)

This Or That

Optimist/Pessimist -Pessimist Daredevil/Cautious -Daredevil Logical/Emotional -Logical Relaxing/Working -Relaxing Disorderly/Neat -Neat Confident/Unsure -Unsure Nice/Naughty -Nice

Family + Relationships

Mom -Molly Weasley Dad -Arthur Weasley Siblings -Bill Weasley -Charlie Weasley -Percy Weasley -Fred Weasley (George’s Twin) -George Weasley (Fred’s Twin) -Ronald (Ron) Weasley -Ginevera (Ginny) Weasley

Pet -Skye (Cat)

Friends -Vincent Crabb -Gregory Goyle -Blaise Zabini Best Friends -Millicent Bulstrode -Theodore Knott -Draco Malfoy Rivals -Hermione Granger -Lavender Brown -Pansy Parkinson Crush -Draco Malfoy Single Or Taken -Single

Additional Information

Plays Quidditch? -Yes

Quidditch Position? -Chaser

Favourite Teacher? -Mad Eye Moody

Favourite Classes? -Astronomy -DADA (Defense Against The Dark Arts)

Clubs? -Astronomy

Dumbledore’s Army Or Voldemort’s? -Dumbledore’s