#henry potter

[thelighthousestale]

A Decent Bloke

"Alright, Evans?" A low voice whispered in her ear, causing Lily Evans to jump in her seat and let out a yelp.

"Oh quiet, Evans, this is a library," James Potter smiled down at Lily, his hands in his pockets.

Lily shot him a withering look. "Potter, can't you see I'm trying to work here? What do you want?"

Ignoring her harsh tone, James casually plopped down in the seat beside her. "I heard you muttering about legislative agendas and Ministerial decrees. Figured you could use a hand."

Lily raised an incredulous eyebrow. "And why would you think that?"

James leaned back in the chair, placing his feet on her parchment-covered table. "Oh, just a hunch, all that muttering you know. Plus, I'm a generous bloke, always willing to help a damsel in distress."

Lily rolled her eyes, but curiosity flickered in them. "Fine, enlighten me. What do you know about Wizard and Muggle relations at the turn of the century?"

James grinned. "Easy. There were no relations. The Muggles were being devastated by the First World War, and the Minister for Magic, Archer Evermonde I believe, had forbidden the magical community to get involved. A real tragedy in regard to humanitarian aid and you know just plain human decency. Only one member of the Wizengamot condemned the Minister for his position."

Lily flipped rapidly through her textbook scanning for the information. "Really? That's not in here."

James took a triumphant bite of the apple he had surreptitiously pulled from his robe. "Of course not. You'll have to go beyond the ministry-approved texts to get the whole story. They are very careful at what gets put on the History of Magic curriculum. Wouldn't want young students to get disillusioned from our fine government after all."

Lily eyed him curiously. She didn't think this was James playing games with her, she knew enough about him that he wouldn't joke about this subject. Plus he was one of the only students to get an O on the History of Magic OWL. Not that she keeping track his scores or anything. It was common knowledge, everyone knew James Potter and Sirius Black got top marks in all their exams. "And how do you know all this if its not in the books?"

James softly chuckled, "Believe it or not, it's a family story. My Grandpa Harry, Henry Potter, was the Wizengamot member who stood up against Minister Evermonde. Quite a big controversy at the time. His consistent outspoken position regarding the Muggle community is also the reason my family is excluded from that ‘Sacred Twenty-Eight’ nonsense." With a pause, James looked down at one of the books on the table. "He was a real decent bloke. More people should remember him."

Then, all too, suddenly, James got up from the table and took another bite of his apple. "Well, see you, Evans. I have matters to attend to. Mischief to manage and all that." And with a wink in her direction, he left.

[the-me-in-my-dreams]

These are so incredibly deeply old drawings and my style has changed so much since then xD It was also a simpler time before all the crap with Rowling and I know that's soured so many on Harry Potter and I don't blame them. But I found these again and really wanted to share.

Anyway, a long, long time ago, I made up an AU where everything was the same, but Harry was one of triplets, with a younger sister and brother, Heather and Henry. He was still The Boy Who Lived and the one Voldemort went after but now he didn't grow up totally alone (and the Dursley's had to put them in the second bedroom sooner as three kids no matter how scrawny arnt gonna fit into a broom closet)

Harry was the balance between the shy Heather and the brash Henry. Where as Harry responds to confilict with snark, Henry hits back literally, and Heather tries to stay out of it and usually ends up patching the boys up after. Throughout the series the other siblings would learn both restraint and courage as Harry grows as well.

The boys ended up in Gryffindor together while Heather went to Hufflepuff, the first time they'd ever really been separated, and its a bit hard for all of them. But they still stay close throughout their school days (I felt in this hypothetical version of the books this would give us an excuse to actually see the Hufflepuff dorms in canon. Plus, logistically, they really wouldn't all end up in the same house)

Harry still gets very into Quidditch, Heather turns her talent at patching up her brothers (mostly Henry) to Herbology and wants to become a Healer at St Mungo's. Henry for all his boldness is actually afraid of heights (and dogs, blame Sirius startling him as a baby) and its Malfoy sending him off on a broom after he tries to get back Neville's rememberall in their first lesson and Harry having to save him that gets Harry's flying noticed. But Henry takes this as a point to improve his ability to fight in the magical world and actually gets really into dueling (he's incredibly disappointed by Lockheart's Dueling Club and tries to get it going for real after).

In year one Heather solves the Devil's Snare trial, and the troll is still awake in this AU and Henry gets to fight it (having learned from their first battle in the bathroom) but also gets knocked about so Heather stays behind to get him and Ron patched up with Hermione so Harry still faces Voldemort alone.

Henry also gets Petrified in book 2 after a fight with Harry which gives Harry even more personal incentive to track the true Heir down and stop them. Heather stays with him and Hermione in the Infirmary trying to help Madame Pomfrey.

Henry is both pleased to find out he doesn't need to make up his exams when he's de-petrified, and furious that he missed out on the chance to punch a giant snake. Or Voldemort. Or both.

Book Three sees Henry not letting Snape get off with trying to posion Neville's toad and calling him out on his crappy behavior.

Henry, being the actual spitting image of James with no Lily's eyes to even remotely stave Snape's loathing actually almost gets himself hexed pretty bad when Snape, letting his emotions again get the better of him, agrees to duel a /thirteen/ year old out-of spite (and the chance to bully James Potter in miniature)

Luckily Dumbledore steps up for once as an actual sensible adult and chews Snape out hard for it.

Henry loses sooo many points for Gryffindor over the years with his Cast First Think Second tendencies. He would get detention byt that would mean Snape would have to be in the same room with him for even longer, and Henry doesn't grit hisbteeth and shoot out one sarcastic comment like Harry does, he talks and constantly.

Snape avoids looking at or interacting with Heather at all costs. His policy seems to be torment Harry and Henry and ignore her existence as much as possible. (This was mostly kid me playing with "How would Snape change with Mix and Matched Potter-Evans traits--oh and Albus Potter is not named after Snape in this for sure :p )

I had the whole Canon Divergance AU planned out, down to what happened to each of them after Hogwarts (and a few fun AU AUs, like one where the kids are lovingly raised by Wolfstar instead of the Dursley's, and a The Potter Parents Live one thstvwas just domestic fluff) but this was all the art I did that I could find. So I'll end with the triplets asking their newly aquired Godfather a pertinent question:

Harry:" Hey if you're our Godfather...then you can answer a Really Important Question for us"

Sirius: "Uh, sure. What is it?"

All Three: " Who's the Oldest?"

(This is something they argue about constantly as kids anytime they want to Pull Rank and Harry is rather smug to find out its him x)

[nerdblob]

if anyone is wondering what the heck is currently going on in marauders fandom tiktok: we have created a new potter generation - henry potter born in 1892, the father of fleamont potter, who is the father of james potter who is the father of harry potter who is the father of lily luna potter, james sirius potter and albus severus potter. ppl are now making headcanons about henry potter, he has more depth than any character jk-terf-rowling ever made

[sammy-a-87]

The old timers:

Bathilda Bagshot; Eleanor Potter and Henry Potter(he's not important but he's funky and sweet to his wifey)

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

January Fic Recs

I was inspired by @merlins-sequined-hotpants who was inspired by @incalculablepower to make a fic rec list for January. This definitely isn't an exhaustive list but these are the fics that I read or discovered in January that were most memorable:

a louisville slugger to both headlights by @pebblysand - the Harry/OC fic I didn't know I wanted or needed, but I definitely adore. Crack treated seriously. Sheila's a gem.

The Dog and Deer Detective Agency by @artemisia-black - film noir, femme fatale meets Sirius Black. Harry rides a Babybolt. Crime-solving best friends James & Sirius. What's not to love?

Vetus Amicus by @floreatcastellumposts - Flo's last work. It didn't make me cry, even though it was sad, but I saw less sad and tragedy and more hope and beauty surrounding death. This is one of those fics that will stick with me.

Already Gone by @takearisk-ao3 - Hinny amnesia fic that inspired my own. The pining, the angst, the mutual pining, more angst. Don't forget the angst. :D

[kittyblackout]

Umm, why is there now a Henry and Ralston Potter? Why are there so many generations now?? Honestly the spiral I went into when I found a fleamont at hogwarts fic, but now we have Henry and Ralston. Idk what to think how to handle this. My friend is on marauders tik tok and keeps me updated with all the news but I think I'll have to join this rabbit hole myself 👀 will I regret it? Probably. But why are there now so many generations?? Me and my friend speculated that within the year there would be fleamont at hogwarts fics. Its 12 days into 2023 and we now have fleamont fics and 2 new generations of potters...

☆ these are NOT my charachters they belong to someone else ☆

[whimsicalwankers]

With generations of the Potter family being unearthed, may I make a suggestion.

Since we know fuck all about Lily Evans' family aside from her sister, Petunia. I propose that her parents are called Cordelia and Eugene Evans.

[here-for-a-good-time-hopefully]

Ok but since we are bringing up Henry Potter and whoever else can I make a request that people start making fancasts for the Peverell brothers please and thank you

[supernova3110]

The last enemy that shall be defeated is Death

- The Potter Family

*all credits to Daniel Pschaida

[spookymoonballoon]

honestly I came online a few days ago and suddenly we have like 5 new generations of potter men who are being shipped with men in the black family, but homophobia :(

[fanleg73]

[endless-oc-creations]

Some memes for Henry Potter, pretty please?? 🖤🖤🖤

Send me an OC and I will generate a meme for them using this site!

[the-me-in-my-dreams]

Finally did do some updated designs for my old HP Triplets AU stuff xD

Decided that even though I'm very against Rowlings stance that these would fit this blog as it is about Nostalgia and hey, this old AU is still nostalgic for me despite all the crap happening now

[maliceofminds]

Who is Henry? I have so many questions. What is going on?

[carewyncromwell]

“A new start --  That's the thing I need to give me new heart... Half a chance in life to find a new part -- Just a simple role that I can play...”

~“A New Life” from Jekyll & Hyde

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edited with help from Lunapic // original background image here

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Eli Fawcett had never been the sort to think things through. He was a very “live-in-the-moment” sort of person, even in those days before he’d settled on the first name “Eli” for himself and was solely called “Fawcett” by most of the people around him. It was something his best school friend, the much more composed and logical Ravenclaw Cayde Burke @sirfluffig​, used to chide him for -- that Eli fit the well-worn stereotype of the meathead Gryffindor who prefers to barrel right on through rather than use their brains. But Eli would only ever shrug this off with self-deprecating humor.

“Hey, we all know you’re the brains in this outfit, Cay,” he’d laugh. “The last thing I’d want to do is step on your toes. Unless you want to get up off your rump and come dance with me -- this is a dilly of a tune!”

Even so, just about nobody expected the second-eldest Fawcett child to just up and leave England without a word to anyone, post-Hogwarts. Nobody did -- even if they really probably should have.

Eli had been a “slacker” sort at school. His lack of interest in traditional academics combined with his undiagnosed dyslexia made it that even if he had actively tried to conform to his father and grandmother’s aspirations for him, he probably never would’ve gotten straight O’s the way his older brother Enoch and his younger sister Emilia did. And since Eli truly was too carefree to really ever buckle down and “get serious” about anything, whether his studies or his future, it was inevitable that he earned no NEWTS, after his seventh year. It was the final nail in the coffin for Eli’s father Grover’s dreams that his second-born would join him at the Ministry as Enoch already had, and it prompted Eli’s strict, overbearing grandmother Alice Fawcett to propose another way to secure a successful, stable future for Eli. 

“The Potters have a son who’s just joined the Wizengamot -- a Prefect and Head Boy in his day, graduated from the same house as our Eliza, just six years prior,” said Grandma Fawcett. “The Potters are a well-esteemed family -- wealthy, as well, with a lovely home -- and their son stands to inherit all of it, whenst his father passes. Rumor even says that young Henry recently suffered a most grievous rejection by an unknown sweetheart. Just think of it! Who but our Eliza would be better to bring the man some much-needed sunshine?”

So a meeting was arranged the very next weekend between the Potters and the Fawcetts. Eli did indeed notice how deeply unhappy Henry Potter was -- he seemed both very absent-minded and actively disinterested in the proceedings. Eli was never one to like seeing someone frown, and so, brushing his freshly cut hair out of his eyes, he decided right then and there to play a jaunty tune on the piano to cheer the slightly older man up. 

“Meet me in St. Louis, Louis! Meet me at the fair! Don't tell me the lights are shining Any place but there... We will dance the hoochie-koochie -- I will be your tootsie wootsie,  If you will meet me in St. Louis, Louis... Meet me at the fair!”

It most certainly was not a tune to his grandmother’s liking, and admittedly Eli hated how high his voice sounded when he sang it, but the Potters quite enjoyed it, all the same. Henry was oddly quiet during the whole performance -- it was only when it was over that he invited Eli out onto the front porch of the Potter home. Eli, rather blindsided, tried to lightheartedly turn down the request, only to be not-so-gently pushed to follow the other man by both his father and grandmother. And so rather uncomfortably Eli followed Henry Potter outside, suddenly very painfully aware of why exactly they’d paid this “house call” in the first place.

When they arrived on the Potters’ front porch, Henry lit a cigarette. He was a bit startled when Eli took one out of the box Henry had opened himself and asked to borrow a light. Faintly bemused, Henry conjured another tiny flame with his wand, and Eli took a long drag. The sight of the short-haired “lady” smoking so casually actually seemed to take some of the stiffness out of Henry’s shoulders.

“Good to know I’m not the only one who’s ill at ease,” he said lowly. 

Eli was having trouble keeping his stomach from squirming. He tried very hard to keep an off-hand smile on. 

“Is that what this communicates?” he asked idly. “And here I’ve only ever been able to indulge in these during social events...s’pose I’m a bit out-of-step.”

Henry, however, looked rather serious. 

“I assume you were well-aware of why our parents arranged this meeting between us?” the young man said lowly. 

Eli’s smile faltered, but he tried to keep it on anyway, even as his gaze drifted away. 

“...To say I was aware, prior to your invitation, would be a bit of a stretch. ‘Am’ is more correct.”

He put on the brightest grin he could.

“...Begging your indulgence -- I’m something of a ‘dim bulb,’ by reputation, and I forget sometimes that it’s not completely unwarranted, when it comes to such things...”

Henry seemed startled by this. Then his expression actually softened. 

“...So you mean to say you played that song just to cheer me up?”

Eli blushed a bit as he brought a hand up behind his neck, rubbing it awkwardly. “Well, sure -- couldn’t very well leave you drowning in the blues if I could help it, could I?”

For the first time, Henry’s mouth spread into a smile. 

“You’re a kind sort, Miss Fawcett.”

“Fawcett,” Eli corrected before he could stop himself. His smile twitched ever-so-slightly as he forced it into a more self-deprecating expression. “...Formality isn’t my scene. Just ‘Fawcett’ is jake.”

Henry looked confused, but he took it in stride all the same. “...All right.”

He moved to a pair of chairs set up on the far end of the porch, away from the windows, and sat down, before he silently beckoned for her to sit in the one beside him. Still faintly uneasy, Eli slowly lowered himself down into the chair. 

“Don’t worry,” said Henry. “It should be harder for them to eavesdrop on us from here, as long as we keep our voices down.”

Eli cocked his eyebrows. 

“M -- Fawcett,” Henry said slowly, “I am deeply sorry...but my heart...belongs to another. I have no intention to marry you.”

Eli’s shoulders felt like they were suddenly pounds lighter. His head fell back as his lips spread into a huge, relieved grin. 

“Oh, thank Merlin,” he breathed.

Henry immediately relaxed as well. His lips spread into a relieved, self-conscious smile.

“She and I may be separated for reasons beyond our control,” he explained sadly, “but she is my one true love and soulmate. I would dishonor both myself and her if I wed anyone else.”

Eli beamed. “Well, then, you should marry her! Weddings can be lovely and fun affairs, I’ve heard, when the feelings are sincere. Reckon it’d make those horrid wedding clothes almost bearable,” he added jokingly. 

Henry gave a soft laugh, before he smiled a bit more fully. 

“I am grateful for your understanding,” he said, his modest voice very warm and sincere. “Truly, you are a very good woman, Elizabeth Fawcett.”

“Oh, Merlin’s taint, please,” Eli said in an overdramatically nauseous tone of voice. “Fawcett only! I hear my full name and all I hear is dear old Grandma, scolding the state of my penmanship!”

Henry laughed fully. It made Eli smile that bit brighter, to see it, after how unhappy he’d clearly been. 

Henry and Eli talked for about a half-hour more out there on the porch, smoking the rest of their cigarettes. Once they had finished, the two headed back inside together. 

“Thank you, Fawcett,” Henry said, his eyes sparkling warmly. “Your company and counsel truly have been a joy.”

He extended a hand to Eli. Sensing the man had intended to kiss his hand, Eli instead took it and shook it. Although faintly taken aback, Henry beamed that bit more broadly.

“I shall follow your advice,” he said softly, his smile very bright. “I shall marry my Ida, one day. Whatever the squalls -- no matter how much time I must wait.”

“Cheers,” Eli said with a grin. 

Henry added his other hand on top of Eli’s so he could shake the other man’s hand in both of his. 

“And I hope you shall know just as true of a happiness yourself, one day,” he said warmly. “The joy of being loved, for everything you are.” 

Eli’s smile flickered slightly, betraying surprise and something oddly pensive. Then, like a flower, his expression had bloomed into a warmer expression than ever -- one that made his slightly sleepy-looking eyes sparkle as he clasped Henry Potter’s hands in both of his and shook them in return.  

“‘Everything?’” he joked. “Even the rancid stench emanating off every pair of shoes I own? That might be a bit beyond my reach. But hey -- shoot for the moon, and you fall among the stars, right?”

Henry beamed and nodded.

The Potters and Fawcetts were incredibly disappointed when they learned that Henry had not proposed courtship to Eli, while they’d been together on the porch. They’d heard Henry laughing and thought for sure that it meant they were “getting along nicely,” but Henry pretty quickly corrected the record, and even made his intentions clearer to his parents about where his romantic loyalty lay. The Potters soon enough came to accept his decision -- but Grandma Fawcett was not happy. She was convinced that Eli had “sabotaged himself” in his meeting with Henry, so as to disobey their wishes and avoid a proposal, and when they returned home to Ottery St. Catchpole that evening, she tore into Eli with that very accusation.

“By all accounts, Henry Potter had given up all pretenses of ever proposing to that woman!” spat Alice. “What did you say to him?”

Eli raised his eyebrows in mock innocence. “What did I say to him? Why, I told him to marry her, of course.”

Grover’s mouth dropped open in disbelief. “You what?”

“If he loves her, I say go for it,” said Eli lightly. “So she’s set to marry Arcturus Black -- big deal. Nothing final yet -- she could still ditch that tosser, if she wanted. Maybe she and Henry can run off and elope -- that could be a fun way to spend a Saturday...” 

Alice’s face had flushed a very dark scarlet and she mouthed wordlessly for a moment, clearly having trouble articulating her anger properly. Grover looked incredibly dismayed.

“Eliza, your grandmother and I specifically selected Henry Potter with the expectation that you would be his intended!” he said, trying to keep his voice level despite the frustration and anxiety in it. 

Eli gave an overdramatic shrug. 

“Whoops,” he said with a dry smile. “Oh well -- guess I’ll just have to throw rice at the wedding instead.”

“Eliza, this is no laughing matter!” said Grover, his voice growing a bit louder and shakier. “That man was going to be your future -- he was going to provide a home for you -- a stable income and a family -- ”

“Mm, tempting,” said Eli, his voice laced with considerable dry humor, “but the man’s clearly already taken, and I’m not particularly interested in playing the role of anyone’s mistress.” He laughed brightly. “Say, I know, why not try to hook me up with Septimus Weasley next? Then maybe he’ll finally nuts up enough to finally propose to Cedrella Black -- ”

It was the absolute, faintly mocking flippancy Eli spoke with and his complete inability to be serious that finally pushed Alice over the edge.

Smack.

She’d slapped Eli across the face. It was a very weak little smack, one that was the equivalent of getting splashed in the face, but it still echoed loudly. 

“Mother!” Grover gasped.

Alice herself seemed similarly mortified. Her eyes had gone very wide and upset and she’d started to shake, partially out of shame, partly out of frustration, but mostly out of anxiety. 

“You...ungrateful child...” she rasped. She sounded close to tears. “You thoughtless, arrogant thing! Are you truly so selfish? Have you given absolutely no thought whatsoever to how much your idleness has hampered your prospects? Are you truly so ignorant, to not see how many opportunities you’ve squandered, by not applying yourself the way Enoch and Emilia did? Do you not have any concept of how much you drain and drain from this family, with no chance of replenishment or return? Your one asset -- your greatest, most shining aspect has been always your amiability! You have never been smart, or clever, or sensible, or beautiful, but your cheer and talent have always earned you favor. It’s always earned you admirers -- you’ve always charmed the men around you, even when you’ve been at your most improper. That amiability is now the one thing that could win you the hand of a respectable husband -- to save you from a life of destitution! And yet all you can do, even now, is LAUGH about it!”

“They say all comedy is borne from misery,” Eli said very lightly. 

If someone who knew Eli well, such as Enoch or Cayde, had been there, they surely would’ve taken note of the noticeable, almost bitter edge to Eli’s voice, when he said this. But Grover and Alice took no heed. 

“Enough, Eliza,” Grover shut him down. 

His face, in contrast to his mother’s, had gone very pale and he clutched his second-born child’s shoulder in a very tight, shaking grip. 

“...Stop antagonizing your grandmother,” he said very lowly. His voice was far less harsh than his mother’s, to the point that it was almost beseeching, but deathly serious. “Eliza...your future is too important, for you to not take seriously. The next time I select a candidate for you, you will not hamper the match. And you will consider each candidate seriously as a future husband and father of your children. Do you understand me?”

Eli’s mouth was curled up, but the smile held no joy at all. His eyes had gone very narrow and dark, and he’d gone very quiet. The lack of response unsettled both Grover and Alice.

“Eliza,” Grover prompted Eli again, his voice sounding a bit more beseeching than he meant. “Do you understand me?”

Eli’s eyes drifted absently up onto the ceiling. He clearly had decided to ignore the question outright. The rude silence made Alice lash out a bit, harshly tapping his knuckles lightly with her cane.

“Young lady, you will speak when spoken to!” she barked strictly, but her voice betrayed her anxiety. 

Eli’s eyes drifted down to his grandmother, darkening still further. Then, very slowly, his lips curled up in an even wider, cold smile. 

“Bark, bark,” he said airily. “Bow, wow.”

He turned his back on his father and grandmother, his smile spreading into a white-teethed grin as he removed the ornamental hair comb from his short hair with as much grace as a gardener pulling up weeds. 

“Good boy, Fawcett,” he said in a very cool imitation of his grandmother’s voice. “Good speak.”

Grover opened his mouth to speak again, but Eli had already cut him off in a low whisper.

“I heard you the first two times, Dad. I may not have much in regards to brains...but my ears work fine.”

And with this, he strode purposefully up the stairs, up to his room, and slammed the door shut with an odd amount of force. 

That very night Eli packed up everything he could into a small suitcase and left, never to return. He hopped a spot on the next ocean liner to America, sailing off to the New World with nothing but his paltry savings to sustain him until he could find work. 

And yet when he stood at the railing, looking out toward the endless sparkling blue sea, Eli found himself smiling more easily than he had in a very long time...perhaps because, in that moment, the smile wasn’t for anybody else. It was just for himself. 

“And I hope you shall know just as true of a happiness yourself, one day. The joy of being loved, for everything you are.”

Henry Potter was chasing his own happiness, Eli thought -- why the hell shouldn’t he? Sure, it was probably going to be hard sometimes, and he wasn’t all that smart, and people were probably going to figure out he wasn’t what they thought at first glance...and obviously the rainclouds would come back eventually, and he would be reminded how very insignificant he truly was and how much that happiness or unhappiness he might feel wouldn’t matter, to much of anyone...

But that could wait. That could all wait, for now. For right now, Eli felt like all of the chains that had been weighing him down for so many years had been broken open. He felt light, and nimble, and free...felt better about himself than he had since he and Cayde had fallen out, last year.

In that moment...Eli was happy. 

[deafblindshorty]

1915: Henry Potter pushes for the wizards to help the muggles during World War I and nearly exposes them. He is sacked.

MoM Archer Evermonde: You've been sacked once for nearly exposing us Potter. And you know we despise your garishness. But help the muggles again and we will imprison you in Azkaban. Henry: Spare me your self-righteous threats! I was sacked for not abandoning the muggles unlike the rest of you. Evermonde: We have not abandoned the muggles. They abandoned us. We simply trust our muggle borns and squibs to carry out our purposes without calling undue attention to ourselves. Not like some of us. Henry: That's not enough! They need the might of wizards! Return from the opulence of the wizarding world before you lose this one! Evermonde: For the last time, Potter, the squibs and muggle borns that remain in the muggle world are simply meant to observe. We will decide our best course of action.