#harry potter mixtape

[starkillersunseeker]

if you don’t think the night we met by lord huron is made for wolfstar - specifically in all the young dudes - then you are wrong a liar and a coward

[slaymybreathaway]

WASTELAND, BABY! 📼

Masterlist

Chapter List

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This story is named after the album Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier.

In the world of this fic, Hozier was a wizard who's music was released in the 1990s (bc I said so, lol)

Every other song/musical artist that I mention in this fic will be true to the timeline of the Harry Potter series.

You can find this playlist on my Spotify: ☆Mixtape☆ by NaoiseWasHere

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☆Neville's Mixtape☆

SIDE A

▪︎ Wasteland, Baby! - Hozier

▪︎ The Whole of The Moon - The Waterboys

▪︎ Dreams - The Cranberries

▪︎ Hello It's Me - Tod Rundgren

▪︎I Wanna Be Adored - The Stone Roses

SIDE B

︎▪︎ Would That I - Hozier

▪︎ Ticket To Ride - The Beatles

▪︎ Dancing In The Moonlight - Thin Lizzy

▪︎ She's Always A Woman - Billy Joel

▪︎ Heroes - David Bowie

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[mixtapenempire]

Okay people, lets talk

https://www.tumblr.com/mixtapenempire/715765720302125056/nah-this-actually-looks-cool-especially-if-you-put?source=share

So. I guess I gotta make a rant post now so I’ll leave a TLDR at the end you guys can just scroll down to read if you’d like.

When there is a piece of media I like, Ima reblog it, why? Because I enjoy the media, I don’t have to like the creator of the media to like it. Clearly this person doesn’t understand that. For example I may not like what Michael bay did to transformers 4 & 5 but do I still get giddy when the robots fight? Fuck yeah I do! Because it’s media I like and people shouldn’t be shunned for liking media while still not liking the creator. 

I reblogged because I thought the gun looked cool, that is it. I’ll admit I think harry potter is mid. But when I see someone make jokes out of it or hell a good gun design, I’m gonna enjoy it. Does this mean I support JKR? FUCK NO! I just really enjoy how the gun looks, and I’d like to see different guns with this similar idea for different fandoms too. So again, don’t hate the media if the creator is bad

TLDR: Harry potter is kinda mid, if the creator is bad you can hate on them not the media, and I like the gun design.

[aftgficrec]

Staff Recs - Ghost Stories

Some ghostly tales as we say goodbye to October. - AFTG Fic Rec Fam

Her Name Was Lola by tylerscreamingintothevoid [Not Rated, 5337 Words, Complete, 2018]

Upon returning home, psychic Andrew Minyard summons the spirit of Neil Wesninski. However, he is frustrated to learn that he's going to yet again require external help.

Enter adept necromancer Aaron Minyard.

tw: past major character death, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: corpses, tw: blood/gore

Haunt by tylerscreamingintothevoid [Rated T, 4251 Words, Complete, 2018]

Andrew Minyard is a world-renowned psychic, known best for communicating with and pacifying ghosts. One day, he hears rumours of a haunted hotel room, and so is dragged to room 319, where he communes with a ghost and attempts to help him.

tw: past major character death, tw: implied/referenced murder

The first time I saw you, I knew it would never last by Complicatedthxng [Rated G, 3298 Words, Complete, 2021]

"Andrew took in the spectre's features. He had sharp bone structure and a gaunt face. The ghost’s wavy hair fell into his eyes a bit. His eyes were appropriately haunted. Andrew wondered if it was from his current disposition or from a life the ghost had left behind."

or

Andrew can't sleep and meets a ghost in Hogwarts astronomy tower one night.

tw: past major character death, tw: implied/referenced murder

Je m’en vais by jeanjosten [Not Rated, 3568 Words, Complete, 2018]

Truly, the story of how I died isn’t a story anyone wants to hear. I won’t tell it. I prefer the story of how I survived.

It starts with a boy, and his name is Nathaniel.

tw: past major character death

22 minutes by exyjunkies [Rated T, 4333 Words, Complete, 2018]

It’s been almost three years since the accident. And a small part of Andrew was uneasy, if not scared, about Neil still not being able to transition to the afterlife.

tw: past major character death, tw: implied/referenced murder

The Souls of Palmetto State by Luci_Cunt [Rated G, 1907 Words, Complete, 2019]

A group of kids decide to explore the abandoned Palmetto State University–home of Kevin Day! And they run into some familiar faces (for us at least)

Ghost of You by Mystrana [Rated T, 2426 Words, Complete, AFTG Mixtape Exchange 2022]

Things go extra wrong in Baltimore, and Neil goes back on the run, leaving the Foxes behind for their safety.

This fic picks up with Andrew's life four very long years later.

tw: past major character death, tw: implied/referenced murder

so wither’d and so wild series by Scqvoiias [Rated T, Collection with 2 complete works, Updated Dec 2021]

Part 1: so wither'd and so wild [2069 Words]

“I’m not joking, Neil! It was a girl, about this tall—” he waved around his waist—“proper horror movie child, creepy eyes and blonde hair and all.”

“And she asked you to come play with her?” Neil asked amusedly, playing along.

“Are you making fun of me?” Andrew hissed, voice laced with genuine distress. “And no, she asked me if she could pet Sir.”

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Andrew and Neil move into a new house. They might have adopted a ghost child.

Part 2: aaron minyard’s descent into insanity (ft. his niece) [1558 Words]

“Get me some salt, while you’re at it,” Neil ordered, stirring the soup.

Aaron was about to tell Neil to get the salt himself, but he didn’t have to.

The salt flew straight to Neil.

“Thanks,” he muttered, without taking his eyes away from the soup.

“Neil?”

“What?”

“That wasn’t me.”

Neil frowned. “Yeah, I know.”

*

Alice terrorizes Aaron. And Nicky, but mostly Aaron.

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[14thgalerie]

harry potter reads.

marauder's era

sirius black —

what side are you on? by @lustsickforyou

you deserve love, too by @fourmoony

attention by @igncrantbliss

two strangers by @inpraizeof

all i want by @maraudersjukebox

heart stamp by @shadowbriar

don't leave by 14thgalerie (of course, i had to put myself here)

james potter —

you’re unbelievable by @livinginshambles

you don’t really like me, you just think you do by @perpetuallydaydreaming

time warp series by @astonishment

walk you home by @astonishment

why didn’t we work out by @astonishment

i’ve got plans, sorry by @livinginshambles

i want to be loved first by @livinginshambles

no longer yours by @singmyaubade

you’re losing me series by @astonishment

25 by 14thgalerie

shampoo thief by 14thgalerie

i peeled my orange today by 14thgalerie

remus lupin —

wherever you stray, i follow series by @mediocre-daydreams

you’re losing me by @astonishment

quiet curiosity by 14thgalerie

regulus black —

unearthed by @cherryslyce

second son by @cherryslyce

golden trio's era

theodore nott —

i think he knows by @dreamcubed

i thought you knew by @agirlsguidetolove

missing you by @battinscn

love is sour grapes by @patrophthia

path to you by 14thgalerie

the one by 14thgalerie

dreamin' of him by 14thgalerie

tell me why by 14thgalerie

mattheo riddle —

the muggle mixtape by @writersblockedx

cat’s out of the bag by @rilakeila

other characters

tom riddle —

for the love that used to be here by @fatesundress

mortem expetere by @little-diable

faded ink of the fated by @cardansriddle

to be loved by @darkmagic-s

home by 14thgalerie

theseus scamander —

pay no attention to the magizoologist by @captainsophiestark

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[millsisdead]

fanfic recs !!

hai !! i have over 300+ fanfics/ oneshots n i need to sort them :3 (update i give up)

HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE

mattheo riddle:

sleeping after an argument: by vipwinnie

fu in my head: by pizzaapeteer

chicken noodle soup: by azrielscrown

we are done: by slytherinslut0

willow: by wordsarelife

the way i loved you: by writesleah

you are in love: by ashley-is-tired-af

peace by vengeance: by duchesstypewriter

opposite: by avalynlestrange

muggle mixtape: by writersblockedx

draco malfoy:

not in the mood: by in-my-shifting-era

little miss perfect: by givemequeen

lorenzo berkshire:

in a world full of men, he's a gentleman: by ghostfacd

like nobody else: by heliads

king of my heart: by starstruckmoony

DEADLY CLASS

marcus lopez:

fate: by lilyswriting

DEVON BOSTICK CHARACTERS

rodrick heffley:

sitting on his lap whilst with the band: by turvi

goldmine: by queerpumpkinnn

NEWSIES 92

spot conlon:

silence.: by justasimphere

that stupid smirk :by cant-see-sam

friendly rivalry: by cant-see-sam

to grieve: by beeposstuff

a greaser's girl: by demipuff17

CREEPYPASTA/ MARBLE HORNETS

toby rogers:

meeting toby for the first time: by d0gr0t

[junkiepunkie]

Harry Potter era Wolfstar fic excerpt.

Hey peeps, this is half a chapters worth of my Wolfstar fic for your consideration. For context this chapter is centered around the moment the Dementors attack Harry and co on the Hogwarts Express...

September 1st, 1993.

The Hogwarts express was a fascinating thing. Too large and ominously lit to be comforting, and yet it held so many comfortable memories. Remus stepped on and welcomed the escape from the bitter cold outside. It was too early for the sun to have touched anything but the hills in Scotland. He had decided to arrive at platform nine and three quarters a couple hours before even the most eager families would, 3:30am to be exact. He'd done this in his first year, been the first on the train and fallen asleep for most of the journey, and woken up to a pile of chocolate frog containers stacked on his head by a certain James potter and some slap-happy second years who'd caught onto his game halfway through. Remus beamed at the memory as it flooded him. He walked down the carriages, drumming his fingers over each and every door, stopping at the third from the end. His compartment had always been this one, the one that he swore just had better seats and a nicer handle. He slipped in, hauled his suitcase up into the storage shelf, and slid down to the window-hogging section of the blue-green backwards facing seat. 

His breath caught as he noticed the burn mark near the corner of the window. Marlene and Dorcas had a fascination with lighters in their fifth year, and had stupidly trusted Sirius to hold one while they "changed into their robes" (made out violently). God, Remus couldn't believe he was back on this train, after all these years of denying he had ever had magic, denying he had ever known his best friends. It was for Harry, he reminded himself, he had to keep Harry safe. He pulled his robe up over his head, tucking himself into it as much as possible. He ought to get some sleep in him before the train was flooded with teenagers. It was only a second before he drifted off he remembered his Walkman and headphones and discreetly slipped them on, hidden entirely by his cloak. He pressed play -already in the clutches of sleep- to a mixtape of 'oldies' rock. Moments later he was drifting off to the sweet sounds of Marc Bolan and his revolution.

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September 1st, 1971.

Remus was jolted awake by an eruption of laughter and a gentle shower of items on his head. He sat bolt upright without hesitation.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he demanded as a swarm of kids in long robes and perfectly white shirts laughing came into focus.

At his tone alone most of the mob scattered, only the youngest looking few stayed, two of them sitting and one standing coolly in the doorway. Remus' eyes trained themselves on the least scared looking of the mob, a skinny short-ish boy with an unkempt yet somehow cool mop of black curls, round glasses, and a red and gold tie -that clearly wasn't his- on his head. 

"hey, hey, it's all in good fun mate!" the boy spoke with a middle-class London twang "it's just... right, to be fair you did fall asleep on a ten hour train ride full of teenagers."

Remus averted his gaze to the stack of items that had fallen off his head when he woke. He huffed with relief as he realised it was just empty sweets containers.

"oh. ehh... Sorry?" he offered with a laugh "you know you really shouldn't mess with strangers. I almost fucking beat you up."

The Londoner laughed, revealing dimples that seemed somewhat extra pronounced as the sun hit his light brown skin. The boy standing to the side -the one with hair like Remus' but a grin like the devils- also chuckled, but the boy directly across from him, the most chubby of the group, who's hair was chestnut and poker straight, looked scared out his wits. The Londoner noticed this and put a hand on the boys shoulder.

"You're all good Pete, he's not actually gonna punch you." he reached out his hand "i'm James potter, and this cutie is Peter Pettigrew, he's not great with confrontation."

Remus grinned, shaking James' hand firmly "noted. I'm Remus. Remus Lupin."

James smirked "well, Remus, I took the initiative to get you a couple of sweets. Didn't know what you'd like so i just got a little of everything."

He pointed to a small pile next to peter, who had now loosened up and began smiling. Remus looked in awe at the collection. 

"fuck off! How much do I owe you? cause i don't have much on me but i'll pay it back I-"

James chucked a chocolate frog at his head "don't be stupid! It's just sweets, you're not paying me anything."

Remus went to object but found himself physically unable to open his mouth, naturally he started to panic. He flailed for a few seconds before his mouth finally burst open. He gulped in the air around him like a mad man.

"Potter's rich. Don't give him a sickle." The boy -who Remus now knew from his accent was at least partly Scottish- at the door stated, his wand in his hands.

Remus stared at him wide eyed.

"what did you just do to me?!" he exclaimed "who are you??"

"what do you mean, it's just a charm- ohhh... muggleborn?"

Remus scoffed "not exactly."

"what do you mean not exactly."

"Barty-" James started

Remus shook his head. "nah, I get it. I'd want to know what that meant too. Dad's a wizard apparently but he didn't tell us, and my mums not, but also she's dead so, its not like that bit matters."

There was a moment of silence amongst the carriage before Barty spoke up again.

"right. well, sorry I brought it up. Erm... you know I hate to do this James but you know my dad and, since he might as well be a mud- a muggleborn, I'll be off." He began to walk off but then turned on his heel for a moment. "hey, scars!"

Remus groaned. A fabulous first nickname. "mmhm"

"if anyone gives you trouble the spell is Oscausi. Just point the wand at their face, and, well, you know what it does now I guess."

Remus nodded with a certain respect. He didn't know why Barty couldn't talk to him because of his heritage but he knew that the guy was alright. He watched as the Scot walked away, almost shoulder barging a smaller, long haired kid. Remus hadn't yet placed the gender,

"Black." Barty acknowledged.

"Crouch." the kid echoed, looking like they was about to fill the space Barty had left vacant, maybe even sit beside Remus. Barty put his hand out.

"A half-blood and a Potter. Your mother's still watching through the window."

The kid rolled his eyes. "and the day I find a toss to give about that birthgiving leech, i'll thank you for the heads up. Move."

Barty did as he was told and sauntered off quickly. "your funeral!"

The kid, on closer inspection, looked to be a boy. His dark wavy hair just scraped their shoulders, and his loose sleeved shirt and elegant black robes just screamed money. This kid was rich with a capital rich, but -Remus thought- he did look kind.

"Can I sit there?" he asked voice dripping with wealth, looking Remus in the eye. Wow. Remus hadn't seen eyes like that before, they were a greyish-blue but so light, yet deep. Like they were layered. The image Remus conjured in his brain for them was origami, so delicate and truthful. He nodded dumbly.

The posh kid smiled broadly. "good. I'm Sirius- ( Re d light. Screaming. Remus felt it like a bone in his cheek cracking.)  Black. And you are..."

(1996. "You were going to let him kill Snape, Padfoot! What was I meant to do!")

"Remus... Lupin. Remus Lupin."

"Cool name Lupin- ( LOONY LUPIN'S A WEREWOL-

"so, what house do you think..."

"Remus. I'm so sorry... it's the Potters. Sirius he-"

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Remus almost threw up as he jumped out of his chair, noting only for a quarter of a second, a boy who he almost swore was James Potter. Harry, he figured, the blast from the past not helping his current situation of having his trauma unmasked.

"none of us are hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Go." 

It hurt to say that name.

The Dementor stayed where it was He took a deep breath and pointed his wand, picturing James' house on Christmas, and all the laughter surrounding the tree.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" 

[starkillersunseeker]

get him back! by olivia rodrigo but it’s remus after the prank™

[horseface-at-hogwarts]

Rebel Rebel

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Summary: Soulmate AU in which Draco enjoys playing calm piano scores, while his soulmate is more into brackish rock.

“Rebel Rebel,” by David Bowie.

warnings: anxiety issues and adhd if u squint

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Draco frustratedly banged his fist on the old piano keys. He managed to get to the fifth measure before he was rudely interrupted by the clicking of drumsticks and the obnoxious ring of an electric guitar. He closed his eyes and sighed, deciding to give up on playing altogether. The wooden bench creaked as he stood up and kicked it backwards, sliding his music folder into his bag and leaving the Room with a huff.

The Room of Requirement had become somewhat of a haven for him, somewhere he could be left alone. It was, until recently, the quietest place in the castle. Unfortunately his soulmate didn’t seem to care about peace and quiet, or Draco’s sanity. He’d made it down a corridor and a half before the lyrics started.

You've got your mother in a whirl

She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl

Hey babe, your hair's alright

Hey babe, let's go out tonight

Draco rolled his eyes. Did it always have to be this song? Maybe if his soulmate bothered to play a different album every now and then, his hatred for the music wouldn’t be as passionate.

He looked out at the transfiguration courtyard as he passed. There was a couple leaning against the stone walls, laughing and touching and probably having a conversation about how great it was to know your soulmate. He rolled his eyes again, his gaze moving to a group of friends playing exploding snap. Then another group, who were watching one of their peers dance around and jokingly toss his hair.

He almost smiled, until he realized it was Potter. Then he rolled his eyes a third time. But he kept watching (as he always did). Harry kicked around, his two best friends laughing at his antics and shaking their heads. Draco stopped dead in his tracks, however, when he realized Potter’s air guitar had lined up almost perfectly with the music in his head. He averted his eyes and hurried through the hall. There was no way. Simply a coincidence, nothing more.

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Harry laughed, a bit breathless as he sat back down next to Ron. He turned off the song “Rebel Rebel” and leaned against a tree that was shading them from the spring sun.

“Harry, you’ve really got to pick a new song. Imagine what your soulmate would think!” Hermione scolded, but she smirked at him.

“Enough about soulmates, Mione. Let the man breathe,” Ron defended, earning a grin from Harry.

“Yeah mione,” Harry mocked. “If they’re really my soulmate, they won’t mind the songs I like.”

Hermione hummed dismissively and went back to whatever classwork was in her lap. She had mentioned it casually, but her words got him thinking. What would his soulmate think? His head was usually filled with graceful piano and soft humming. It was nothing like his own mixtapes. Harry didn’t mind the sounds of his soulmate, though, he actually quite liked the pianist. The keys seemed to calm down his thoughts and memories, rather than drown them out like his favorite rock bands did. Harry had never even known how to be calm, really. It was something his soulmate had taught him. He pushed the thoughts aside and chose to worry about it later.

The trio stayed put until their free period was over and it was time for potions. Harry hated potions. It was full of Snape, and Slytherins. Specifically one slytherin.

Malfoy had always been a nuisance to Harry, but this year, it had gotten worse. He was just so distracting. His embarrassingly good grades. His impossibly clear skin. That sickeningly blonde hair that was always so perfectly kept, just like the rest of him. Not that he cared how well kept Malfoy was. He was just annoyed that he had nothing to hold against him. Just annoyed, nothing more.

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Draco sighed as he sat down in the potions room. Thankfully, his soulmate quieted down for the rest of his free period. He listened to snapes monotone instruction and began to brew a calming drought, as the professor had asked.

Unfortunately, Draco had quite a bit of experience with calming droughts, given the way his anxiety had increased this year. He guessed it had always been around, but 5th year really showed him the length of it. Piano helped , most of the time. That was one of the reasons he had been playing so much lately.

He chopped and minced and simmered until the potion bubbled that familiar purple color. He stirred it, not focusing too much, and began humming to himself. It was the song he was trying to play earlier, it was stuck in his head. Draco had almost finished the piece by the time his drought was ready to be poured, and only then did he look up from his cauldron.

His eyes quickly found Potter, like they somehow always did. Harry seemed to be lost in thought as well, a trance-like look on his face as he chopped his rosemary stems to the tempo of…

you’ve got to be kidding.

Draco abruptly stopped his song. He watched Potter pause. He looked away before his suspicions could be confirmed.

He carried his drought over to Snape’s desk, handing him the vile with a shaky hand. The professor took it, examining it closely and pouring a bit of it over a leaf. Draco stared at the ground as Snape graded his potion and gave it back just as keenly.

“100 percent. And… perhaps you should consider taking some of it yourself,” Snape told him, apparently noticing his demeanor.

Draco simply looked at him and walked away. He didn’t need to drink this stupid calming potion just because stupid Potter was making him think about something stupid. There was no way they were soulmates. They hated each other. Sure, they’d gotten less hostile over the years, and sure, he’d saved him from miserable failure in potions a few times, but that was it. The accidental eye contact didn’t count. Neither did brushing shoulders on the way to class. It was mere…coexisting. There was nothing even friendly about it. There was no way- no way, that he and Potter could ever-

“Oh, shit, sorry!” Harry stuttered as he ran into Draco.

He had dropped his potion and shattered the vile, spilling the purple liquid all over himself and Draco. The Slytherin wanted to snap, to call him a dunce and yell in his face. But when he looked up from the broken glass and saw the grin on Harry’s face, he froze.

That smile. that big, stupid smile that made Draco’s chest feel all warm. He hoped it looked like he was just surprised by the sudden hit. He simply watched, bewildered, as Potter snatched a rag off of Lavender Brown’s table, haphazardly wiping the front of his shirt and his pant leg.

Thank merlin for translucent white button ups. Wait, what?

No. Draco shook his head and snapped out of his trance, grabbing his wand to cast a cleaning charm and mend where the glass had cut his leg on the way down. At this, Harry dropped the rag and laughed again, realizing he could’ve just used magic as well.

“Thanks. You’ve always been the smart one, haven’t you?” He says, shaking his head and looking up.

“Uhm…” Draco was still at a loss for words. Draco was never at a loss for words. He swallowed thickly, knowing his face must be beet red by now.

“You alright?” Harry asked. Why was he still grinning so brightly?

“…Yes,” Draco muttered, so unusually embarrassed. And with that, he spun on his heel and walked back to his desk, wishing he never healed the cut and just let himself die of blood loss.

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Harry was confused. He had just spilled his entire potion on top of Draco Malfoy, and he didn’t get one insult? Not even an exaggerated whisper of his last name? He stayed put for a moment watching Malfoy walk back to his desk. Harry smiled a bit, amused by the way Draco cleared his throat and glanced at Harry again as he packed up. He threw his parchment back into his bag, along with some…sheet music.

There was sheet music in Dracos bag.

He glanced back to Ron, who hadn’t even seen what just happened. He looked for Hermione next, who glanced between him and Draco, shrugged, and went back to her brew. He gave one last puzzled look before going back to his table to re-pour the drought.

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Later that week, it finally came time for Harry to ‘worry about it later.’ He laid in bed, staring up at the garnet curtains around him, running a hand through his hair. Hermione had mentioned soulmates again today, and it still had Harry’s head spinning.

He couldn’t think of one person at Hogwarts who only listened to classical music. If you could even call it that. It was always a piano solo, and it had Harry wondering where you could even find tapes of piano scores.

Unless it wasn’t a tape. Were there pianos at Hogwarts? The only place he could think of was the choir room. Or maybe…the Room of Requirement? He should check there. The next time he heard the melody in his head, he’d go to the Room and see if someone had opened it. If they had, then he’d just go inside and find his soulmate. It seemed simple enough, and he wondered-

“Harry!” Rons voice interrupted his run-on thoughts. His head shot up and he saw the redhead holding the curtain open with an exasperated expression. “Bloody hell, it’s like you’re not even on this planet sometimes. I called you four times!”

“Sorry…” he murmured. Ron had been offering him some sweets and asking about a History of Magic assignment, as if Harry would know the answer. He laid back down once his friend had left and sighed once again, turning on his side. Whatever, he thought, soulmates didn’t even matter.

He pressed play.

Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress

Rebel rebel, your face is a mess

Rebel rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp, I love you so!

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“Fucking hell,” Draco muttered. It had now been two weeks since the potions incident, and his soulmate (who was not Harry Potter) was still listening to that song. He’d heard it about three and a half times today, and it’d just now stopped. He sat down at the piano and tried not to think about the way Harry played air guitar, or the way his stares across the great hall had become much less inconspicuous, or the way his shirt had stuck to his tan skin.

He shook the thoughts and began to play. It was a natural thing for him. His long, slender fingers made it easy to reach the keys, and he had a sense of rhythm and steadiness that didn’t show up in his personality. He figured that was why he loved playing the piano. It was a strange feeling for Draco, to love something like it. There were no expectations, like he got from his parents. There was no pressure, like he got from his friends. There was no exhaustion, like he got from quidditch. It was relaxing, and easy, and completely in his control.

He played a soft melody, his hands floating over the black and white keys. He started to softly hum along, his body swaying slightly to the tempo. A few times he had expected that song, that…stupid song to start playing again, but it didn’t. It was the first time in weeks his playing hadn’t been disturbed. It was nice, to finally have a moment to himself. He smiled softly as he played the last note.

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Harry tossed and turned, pressing a hand to his forehead and squeezing his eyes shut. The only thing he wanted right now was a good nights sleep, but apparently that was too much to ask for. Why did he always have to think so much? And why were his thoughts so loud? And why were there so many of them?

He was about to give up and go down to the common room, when he heard a soft familiar melody. He stilled, wanting to hear the quiet song. He listened for a few moments, rolling onto his side and settling into his pillows. The piano continued, and this time it was accompanied by that warm, rich humming. He felt his eyes getting heavy already. He closed them, listening to the music and smiling softly as it lulled him to sleep.

Harry woke up the next morning and…

The next morning?

Harry had slept. Through the whole night. Without any nightmares. He blinked a few times and sat up, grabbing his glasses. He felt more awake than usual. And he hadn’t relived any traumas during the night. So…that was nice.

He left his hair messy and got dressed, feeling a newfound appreciation for his soulmate. The piano melodies had really grown on him. He had even found the name of the song. It was called “Moonlight Sonata,” and it was by Beethoven. Hermione was surprised by his taste when Harry asked if she recognized it.

The song was…comforting. Harry was not usually comfortable. It was nice to have something that could settle him down, almost like the music was hugging him. It helped him focus in class sometimes, too. He wanted to find his soulmate now more than ever.

He made his way down to breakfast, once again planning to catch the pianist. He didn’t even think he knew anyone who could play, besides Malfoy, who used to brag about the lessons his father got-

Harry paused. He almost laughed. There was no way, right? Malfoy could never be capable of sounding so…sweet. His calm composure certainly wouldn’t match a pianist. And he certainly wouldn’t have remembered where the room of requirement was. And the sheet music he had seen in his bag was certainly not a piano score. And…It made perfect sense.

Shit.

Draco Malfoy was Harry Potter’s soulmate.

———————

Draco watched as Harry entered the great hall, and was thoroughly surprised when their eyes met. He was even more surprised when Harry started walking towards the Slytherin table. He pushed his plate away and stared intently at the dark haired boy, who dared to sit next to him.

“Malfoy.” Harry said.

“Potter.”

“Do you, uhm…Is- is there…”

Draco raised a brow. He hoped this question wasn’t about his soulmate. He was not ready to answer that.

“Can I see your bag?” Harry asked.

“…What?”

“Just…can I see it?” He held out a hand.

Draco paused for a moment. For some reason, he didn’t want to refuse. Maybe he just wanted Harry to sit next to him for longer. He hesitantly gave him the school bag.

Once the bag was in his hand, Harry looked at Draco for moment. Then, he opened the top and thumbed through various papers and books, finally stopping on…his music. He paused for a second and pulled it out of the bag, opening the folder to see pages upon pages of piano music. Accompaniments, solos, even some popular muggle songs. Harry ran a finger along one of the lines.

Draco couldn’t help but feel some kind of fear. This was embarrassing. How did he even know the music was there? He half expected Harry to laugh, or rip the pages up, or…something. But he didn’t. He studied the whole folder, as if he was looking for something specific. Draco sincerely doubted Harry could read sheet music, given he could barely read English, so he asked:

“What are you doing?” He’d meant for it to sound venomous, but it’s came out as little more than a whisper. Harry didn’t answer right away.

“Do you- Uhm, Moonlight Sonata?” He stuttered.

“What?”

“Do you…have Moonlight Sonata?” Harry asked more clearly. Draco was still confused, but he slowly nodded.

Harry met his eyes again.

Because Harry knew.

And Draco knew, too.

So he took the folder back, put it in his bag, and walked away.

———————

Harry didn’t go after him. He watched as Malfoy took a deep breath and grabbed his things, quickly leaving the great hall. He had gotten one more look at those icy blue eyes before he left Harry at the Slytherin table. He felt…hurt. He didn’t know why he was hurt, he hadn’t been expecting a heartfelt confession, after all.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t want one.

Harry stared at his hands where the music had been. The music that he’d heard countless times, over and over until it was all he thought about. He finally knew who was playing it. It’d been Draco the whole time.

The whole time.

Every quidditch match, every stolen glance, every route he changed to see him on the way to class. Every time he caught himself staring at Malfoy’s side profile, or watching his silver clad fingers write essays. It’d been him. It had always been Draco, hadn’t it?

Even now, as he sat at the wooden table and heard the soft music once again.

Harry was determined. He forced himself out of his thoughts and abruptly stood up, ignoring the nasty looks some other Slytherins gave him. He marched out of the great hall and went back up to the Gryffindor common room. He avoided conversation with the fat lady, and once he was back in his dorm, he immediately found what he was looking for.

He picked up the cassette tape and shoved it into his bag, already on his way out. He left the common room as quickly as he’d entered, and now he was on the way to the Room of Requirement. Harry had spent hours thinking about how he would approach his soulmate, and this was never part of his plan. But he was sure of it now. He rushed down the seemingly endless corridors, until he finally reached the Room. He stared at the door that formed against the stone wall, and suddenly got very nervous, but not any less stubborn. He went inside.

Draco sat at the white grand piano, leaning over the keys. His eyes followed his fingers as they moved across the board, his foot tapping to the slow rhythm. He bit the inside of his cheek and closed his eyes every now and then, not noticing Harry.

He took advantage of the moment, finally observing his soulmate. He stopped near the entrance for a few beats, staying silent. Draco looked so…engrossed. It was strange to see expressions other than blank stares or arrogant smirks. It looked like he was feeling the music, as if the sounds were ringing from him- not the piano.

He took a few more steps, not wanting to startle the boy. When Harry was finally close enough for him to spot, Draco stopped abruptly and looked back at where the door would’ve been. His eyes flicked back to Harry and then to the piano, frantically.

Harry sat down next to him.

Draco’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t move away. He watched as Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a small cassette tape. He held it up, and Draco stared. He gave the gryffindor another once-over, waiting for him to say something, but he just moved the tape a little closer. Draco got the message and hesitantly reached up as well, taking it from him. He didn’t do anything for a few seconds. Harry nodded towards the tape and gestured for him to look closer.

Draco flipped the tape over and read the lettering across the white label in the middle.

‘REBEL REBEL - BOWIE’

The name was written messily in red ink, and there was a star drawn next to it that pulled the corner of his lip into a smile. He inspected the plastic box for a bit longer, realizing that this was Harry’s way of telling him. Showing him, rather. Showing Draco that he’d figured it out, too, and still came to see him. Draco had thought Harry would be angry, that he’d push him away and argue, but…he didn’t. He glanced back up to Harry.

The look they gave each other said so much, Draco didn’t think he needed to add anything. But he did.

“I hate this song.”

Harry laughed, which made Draco smile, which made Harry stop laughing and stare at him wondrously.

“I might start believing you’re my soulmate if you keep smiling like that,” he said.

Draco’s face got hot and he looked down at the tape, biting his lip. Harry paused for a moment.

“…You know…I didn’t like it all that much either, but my Aunt and Uncle hated it, so it became my favorite,” He continued.

Draco smiled again, but he didn’t look up from his lap as he spoke.

“Another act of defiance, then?” He said quietly. Harry softly chuckled and gave him another nod.

“Yeah…I guess so.” He tilted his head down a bit, trying to read the blonde’s expression. Draco noticed and glanced up at Harry, tapping the cassette against his leg. He swallowed, not sure what to say.

“I like your piano,” Harry tried again. “You play really nicely.”

Draco nodded in thanks and brushed one of his fingers against the keys. He didn’t say anything else.

“Draco.”

His head snapped up to Harry, who shook his head and gave him a questioning look. Draco knew what he was asking,

Of course. Why wasn’t he talking? Why wasn’t he doing anything? Why didn’t he care? He took a deep breath.

“I’m…sorry,” he whispered.

“Why?” Harry asked. His forehead crinkled up in that familiar determined expression. He wasn’t going to let up.

“I don’t…know what to say. I’m not used to this.”

“To what? Feelings?” Harry quipped.

“No- I- It’s…” he sighed. “You. I’m not used to you.”

“What’s the matter with me?” Harry asked, somewhat amused by Draco’s embarrassed response.

“You’re just- You just….make me nervous,” he murmured, still pushing some keys.

Harry smirked. He felt strangely proud that he’d managed to crack Draco Malfoy’s facade.

“Well, you’ll have to get over that,” he grinned, leaning closer to Draco. The Slytherin couldn’t help but smile as he looked the other way, avoiding his gaze.

“Hey, look at me,” Harry said, tilting his head a bit. Draco complied.

“You know…last night, when you played the piano?”

He nodded.

“I hadn’t gotten a full nights sleep in…a while.” Harry said, his tone a bit lighter now. “But…it was easy when you played to me.”

This got Draco’s attention, and he finally met the other boys eyes. His beautiful, big green eyes.

“And, I mean, you know me. I’m a clueless wreck in class. But I always focused better with the music,” he admits, smiling. Draco’s face had softened, and now he was the one feeling proud. But not like the prideful bravado he usually put out. this was mere…excitement that he had done something Harry enjoyed. He smiled back at the brunette.

“I’d watch you draw, sometimes, on your hands,” Draco says. “I wanted to tell you to pay attention.”

At this, Harry laughs again and holds out the hand closest to Draco, which has pen marks across his fingers and palms. It was a habit of his, whenever he got bored. Harry was just showing him the drawings, so he was surprised when Draco reached up to take his hand. He pulled it towards him and started to inspect the little doodles, a smile on his face.

“Can I ask you something?” Harry blurted after a few seconds. Draco looked at him and nodded.

“Why’d you keep running away?”

Draco’s brow furrowed a bit.

“I mean, you knew, didn’t you?”

He nodded again.

“Then…why didn’t you say anything?”

Draco swallowed and thought for a moment before he continued.

“Because…you’re Harry Potter, for fucks sake. I’m…supposed to hate you. We’re- we’re so different. and my father would have a stroke, and- and you make me look stupid, when I get all nervous and flustered and…”

He trailed off, seemingly very worried. Harry simply gave him a downturned smile and laced their fingers together. Draco stared down at their hands and he couldn’t help but smirk.

“Well…opposites attract, right?” Harry offered playfully. Draco chuckled.

“I guess so.”

“They must, if I make you so nervous and flustered,” Harry says, leaning so close that Draco had to pull his face back.

“Oh, shove off.” He rolled his eyes, but his smile only got wider. Harry decided, then, that there wasn’t anything he liked more than making Draco smile.

“I don’t think I will,” Harry declared, grinning at the other boy. He hadn’t moved away from Draco, glancing down at his lips. He was so close that he could kiss him, if he wanted to. And he did. He really, really wanted to kiss Draco.

Draco noticed. He blinked a few times, his expression softening and his breath becoming shallow.

Harry smiled a bit and tilted his head. He lifted his gaze from Draco’s lips and just looked at him, silently asking for permission. When he didn’t pull away, Harry leaned in closer.

Draco wondered why he hadn’t kissed Harry Potter until now. Their lips touched in the most gentle way, as if they were both holding back. There was a moment of hesitation before Draco let go of the other boy’s hand, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck. He took this as a cue to pull Draco closer, smiling against his lips. They separated for a moment, taking a breath and smiling at each other. Draco moved his hands to the sides of Harry’s face and cupped his jaw. Harry smiled, the silver of his rings feeling cold against his skin. He gently caressed Draco’s side and looked into his bright blue eyes. Their faces got closer until their foreheads touched and their noses bumped, making them both smile wider.

“…I don’t know what I’m gonna tell Ron,” Harry laughs, pressing another short kiss to Draco’s lips. Draco smiled a bit, too.

“Will they…do you think they’ll be mad?” He whispers, searching Harry’s eyes.

“I don’t care,” Harry says. “Mione’s always wanted me to find my soulmate. I reckon she’ll be happy. Besides, it’s not really their business, is it?” He grins.

“No…” Draco smiles. “But…they don’t like me very much, do they?”

Harry shrugs, moving back to kiss Draco’s forehead and pull him into a hug. “They’ll come around. Just let them get to know you…they’ll see.”

Draco nods with a pleased smile on his face. They sat there for a few moments, appreciating the closeness they’d been wanting for so long. It was a tender moment, which wasn’t usual for either of them. Harry decided he could definitely get used to it.

“My father is going to have a stroke, you know.”

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HUZZAH THANK YOU FOR READING POOKIES 🥰🥰🥰

[remus-poopin]

Bill Weasley’s cool sexy mixtape for cool sexy guys

Mostly 80s punk, and noise pop/rock!

Track list:

1. Hey - Pixies

2. Touch Me I’m Sick - Mudhoney

3. Pepper - Butthole Surfers

4. Paper Cuts - Nirvana

5. Too Drunk to Fuck - Dead Kennedys

6. Dirty Boots - Sonic Youth

7. Sailin’ On - Bad Brains

8. Add It Up - Violent Femmes

9. Beat My Head Against the Wall - Black Flag

10. Some Weird Sin - Iggy Pop

+ more!

Other playlist:

Lily Evans, Nymphadora Tonks, James Potter, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Fred and George Weasley, Sirius Black, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Severus Snape

Cover art link:

[booksc8pes]

Fangirl

     Before there was Simon and Baz, there was the college freshman who wrote about them. Published before Carry On, Rainbow Rowell’s Fangirl gives us the story of Cather, her sister Wren (yes, their names are each half of Catherine), and their respective college experiences.

Cath is a perfect example of the 2010s it girl, by which I mean she is Not Like Other Girls. She wears glasses, favors oversized sweaters, has "emergency dance parties" to Kanye West songs, and is one of the most popular writers in the World Of Mages fandom, a thinly-veiled Harry Potter AU where Harry and Draco have the enemies-to-lovers arc they deserve didn’t get in the original series. What separates Cath from other characters like her is that all of these traits are not a replacement for an actual personality. 

Writing is a deep love for Cath, and it turns from a coping skill into something that she wants to do as a career. We see her grow from someone who depends on fandom and media as a means of escapism/as a crutch, but through the rest of the book we see how this has brought her the ability to make friends and romantic relationships- how fandom pushes her out into the real world, as it were, when she is ready to try. She also does not leave fandom spaces entirely- there is no polarizing of online and offline spaces or placing it as superior to the other.

Fangirl also shows how the genre has progressed since the "golden age" of YA. The explosion of YA content and fanfiction in the 2010s can be likened to the increase in the genre after the publication of Maureen Daly's Seventeenth Summer, as well as the rise of the "problem novel" in the 60s and 70s.

The thing I love the most about Fangirl is that it gives incoming college students a more nuanced idea of what their first year experience can look like, and it doesn't shy away from the isolation and challenges freshman students can feel. For me, Cath's character was something solid for me to project on when I was struggling at that age, and her success made me believe that I could find that space for myself. Through being so candid about these experiences, Rowell continues the "clear-eyed and unflinching look" at the way young adults come of age and step into the world (Cart).

Above all, Fangirl is love letter to fandom. It shows how online and fanmade spaces bring people together and creates spaces for them to feel safe expressing themselves when the real world is still too threatening to exist in. I tried to do the same with my playlist. It's not too accurate to the time, since I included some of the songs I listened to as a college freshman, but I made sure to add plenty of Kanye for those dorm room dance parties.

Take a trip back to 2013 and listen to Cath's mixtape, or check out some fandom posts in her tumblr reblogs.

Works Cited:

Cart, Michael. “The Sixties and Seventies.” Young Adult Literature: From Romance to Realism, ALA Neal-Schuman, Chicago, 2022, p. 32.

[lv-iceprince]

Just popping in for a little guide for anyone who stumbles across my blog through the temporary Halloween events.

Selca (selfie), written, overall, poly, mixtape, trick or treat date, hogwarts life, moodboard and aesthetic ships are open for the following fandoms:

-Stranger Things

-Harry Potter (since you can request a hogwarts life ship so it’s only normal to include Harry Potter)

-Supernatural

-American Horror Story

-The 100

-Lord of the Rings

-Alchemy of Souls

-Game of Thrones

-The Umbrella Academy

-Marvel

-DC (this includes Gotham and Peacemaker because I love them so)

-Mao Dao Zu Shi/ The Untamed

-Barbie? (Idk I’ll include it this Halloween)

-Euphoria

-Wednesday

-South Park

-Sex Education

-Shameless

-Brooklyn Nine Nine

-Only Murders In The Building

-What We Do In The Shadows

-Any Well-known Halloween Movies

-And of course I will ship for literally any video game because I have an addiction

-MHA

-Tokyo Revengers

-Saiki K

-Yuri On Ice

-One Piece (anime or series)

-Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji

-Free!

-Avatar The Last Airbender

-Attack On Titan

-Death Note

-Persona 5

- Danganronpa

Also please dm me if I forgot anything these are just some that I really like

[moreswagthanu]

hello!! ☆

my name is lane (they/them), i'm 20 and from germany!:)

i had a view penpals in the past but sadly i lost contact with all of them, which is why i'm now looking for new penpals.

☆here are some more facts about me:☆

🔮 i looove music!! especially anything shoegaze or gothic

🔮 i'm an infj 5w4 (541) and if that makes any sense to you please be my friend!

🔮 my hobbies are: cooking/baking, crocheting, drawing, making jewelry, writing bad poetry, reading, going to flea markets, making mixtapes, playing animal crossing, fashion (mix of whimsigoth and 90s romantic goth), and just any sort of crafting:))

🔮 i'm a huge harry potter/ marauders fan (#1 moony fan)

🔮 i'm a witch and spirituality is a big part of my life so if you're interested in that i'd love to share my experiences and knowledge <3

🔮 i'm also queer, non-binary and neurodivergent :P

☆what i'm looking for:☆

🎃 someone who has very similar interests as me

🎃 age 18-25

🎃 someone who loves to write and is interested in poetry and crafting!!

we can share quotes, tea, sweets, jewelry, trinkets, playlists, crystals,...

🎃 snail mail only!! i'd love to maybe play ac together or follow each other on social media but i'd love writing letters to be our main thing :)

you can dm me on tumblr: @moreswagthanu ◇☆

THANK YOU FOR READING!!<3

[cidnangarlond]

I refuse to call death grips "tumblr user music" using that phrase implies it's music that is at least listened to by the various populations of the user base and I highly doubt a 35 year old self-proclaimed fandom mom who still runs a harry potter selfship blog dedicated to snape and still unironically uses "sweet summer child" could sit through the exmilitary mixtape without dying