#hp ocs

[horcrux-sketches]

For anyone not interested in Harry Potter OCs please just ignore this (it won't happen again).

This is a rather convoluted and ridiculous character idea I used to explore Snape with: I was wondering what would happen if the canon Snape we love to hate was given a second chance of sorts.

Meet this fanfiction-y timeline-travel-accident-disaster daughter of Severus and Lily. I called her Grey.

She comes with the whole cringe package, including the statistically overused heterochromia design choice (I love how it looks. To anyone with heterochromia out there, what a beautiful feature. And I also can't blame any of my fellow artists out there who choose to use it.) and a companion animal.

Very fanfiction trope-y but there's nothing wrong with a little bit of self-indulgence, I suppose?

I could write and post a fanfiction about this but I'm not sure how the fandom feels about it.

What do you think? Should I?

[honeycaksy]

hi hi!! i hope you’re having a lovely day!

i saw in one of your posts that you accept OCs, so um… (very shyly slides this over) i wanted to suggest mine? her name is Valentina Vogt, she’s a Gryffindor but like… the softest kind? she loves nature and quiet places and honestly, she probably spends more time talking to plants than people lmao.

i feel super shy sending this (hence why i’m hiding behind anonymity aaaa) but!! i put together a little Google doc with her info + a picrew so you can see what she looks like… no pressure at all ofc, just wanted to put it out there! <3

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ZX7u53CBEm6OxDFj016cGcQp4IYQY_ias1qdF3e2RtQ/edit

thank you for even reading this and for sharing your incredible art, it makes my heart so happy!! 💛❤️

Hello sweetheart

Of course Ocs are welcome! I just saw Valentina’s picrew and she looks lovely! I hope I gave her justice in this little sketch

Since you mentioned she liked nature, I tried to make her surrounded by it too. I will be honest, I wasn’t sure about her hair length because of the picrew; so I tried to have a wild guess that it would be long 😭 I also didn’t know about the model of her wand, so I did a simple one.

I might be a little slower for other requests in general for the following days since I will be fasting starting tomorrow 🤔 Ramadan Mubarak for all my fellow Muslims btw!

[tricksterringmaster]

I've been thinking about creating a concept of Corvus in his 40s (and our 2020s), so here he is...

I think I managed to combine Sev and Sirius' features from my designs well, but I still have a feeling he morphs into Sirius more and more with time, lol

[mochimouiemarty]

muggle clothing

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Ollie would love wearing sweaters and long skirts

[amethystandemma]

Blood of Innocents

Chapter 1 - Diagon Alley

WC: 2484

Taglist: @glasswood-shipper, @ravenwind-75, @butternutt613, @heylorrain, @elisalsaa, @unclegirl, @postsbycass, @whalesongsblog, @okeydokeylackey, @rypnami, @light-of-the-room, @berserkerrose, @leaswhum, @seb-in-the-shadows, @rosewoodcafe

Shoutout to @elisalsaa for beta reading!

Divider found here

Victoria Macmillan stepped into the bustling street known as Diagon Alley with two goals: to make at least one friend while shopping for school supplies and to lose her clingy little brother.

She had friends, of course. The nifflers that resided in the den next to her home were great fun, and the unicorns she had met while in the woods were wonderful company. But she wanted human friends to go to school with.

As for her brother…

“Ernie, let go of your sister,” her father ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Broad shouldered and tall, Winston Macmillan dominated any room he walked into. To most people who did not know him well, he was commanding, strict, and a little bit intimidating. 

But not to Victoria. 

She knew the better side of him — the side he only showed close family and friends. Winston Macmillan was the kind of man to tear up over stepping on a bug and dance with her mother even when there was no music playing. He would let her style his hair and play with his beard when she was needing something to do with her hands.

Ernie reluctantly let go of Victoria, falling in step with their mother, Christine. 

The family of four started to walk down the pathway, Victoria and Winston in the lead. He placed a hand on Victoria’s back and gently guided her towards a shop with a stack of cauldrons in front of it. 

There was a line to get in, and Victoria found herself staring at the reflection of herself and her family in the windows.

The flowy, light green dress she wore stood out amongst the dark cloaks of her parents. The heels of her black Mary-jane shoes gave her half an inch of extra height she was thankful for. Her blonde hair, pulled back in its usual style of pigtails, seemed to practically glow in the sunlight.

The family stepped closer, and Victoria was able to see the small river of freckles that went across her ivory colored nose. She also saw that the nervousness she was feeling was not reflected in her cocoa colored eyes, which she was extremely grateful for.

After brushing the skirt of her dress with her hands, her gaze landed on the rest of her family’s reflections.

Winston wore a black robe over his body, so she couldn’t see the dark red blazer or the crisp black trousers he dressed himself in that morning. She did, however, see the golden wedding on his finger and the shimmer of a watch underneath his sleeves.

Unlike Winston, who towered over most people with his enormous 6'4 height, Victoria’s mum, Christine Abbott, was a petite 5'3. Winston had dark brown tresses that were the same color of a bar of dark chocolate, while Christine had golden waves that shone brightly in the sun.

Ernie, Victoria’s six year old brother, looked very similar to herself with only a few differences. His hair was cut short and more of a dirty blonde color compared to her golden locks. The bridge of his nose lacked the freckles on hers. 

Despite being four years younger than her, they were the exact same height, which frustrated Victoria to no end.

“Welcome to Potage’s Cauldron Shop!” a shorter, older woman greeted as the Macmillans stepped inside. “Two Hogwarts students?”

Victoria’s face got red and she looked down at her feet. She didn’t miss the smug smirk that was on Ernie’s face.

“Just the one,” said Christine with a smile. “Let me enjoy my baby a little longer.”

She wrapped her arms around Ernie and drew him close to her, peppering his face with kisses. Every time her lips made contact with his skin, she left behind a faint red mark from her lipstick.

“Mum!” shouted Ernie. “Gross!”

He tried to pull away from her but Christine kept a firm grip. Winston chuckled and guided Victoria deeper into the shop. 

There were what seemed like hundreds of cauldrons of various shapes, sizes, and colors. Some shone in the dim light while others were covered in a layer of dirt (or what she hoped was dirt). There was even one that looked to be made of pure silver crystal.

How on earth was she supposed to choose?

Luckily, she didn’t have to. Winston picked up a black cauldron, holding it with one arm as if it weighed nothing. “Now Victoria,” he said, leading her towards the counter to checkout. “I want you to make sure you find a good potions partner in class. Make sure it is someone competent so you will have help if you are stuck on something.”

“Yes sir.” Victoria nodded. 

He pulled out a small bag and took out the amount of Galleons needed in order to pay for the cauldron.

Almost as quickly as they had entered, they were back outside again, now with one cauldron more than they started with. 

Christine checked the piece of parchment that had the list of items needed for Victoria’s first year. She took a quill, crossing off the word “cauldron.”

“I think it's best if we split up,” Christine said as she put the quill back into her loose bun. “Ernie and I will get her books, scales, phials, and telescope.” she pointed at Winston, her eyes narrowing. “You are to get her the robes, gloves, cloak, and hat she’ll need and nothing else. Do you understand Winston?”

Winston chuckled and kissed his wife’s forehead. “Yes darling.”

“I mean it! NOTHING ELSE!”

Victoria walked down with her father, still gripping onto his hand. Now that she didn’t have to worry about Ernie clinging onto her, she could focus on her first goal: finding friends.

There were so many families bustling around with kids her age, at least one of them would want to be her friend, right?

Of course, in order to make friends she would have to start talking to complete strangers, which was something she was not good at.

As they walked past Quality Quidditch Supplies, Winston guided Victoria over towards the window. Standing in front of it was a family of three.

“I’m just saying Pen, he can sneak a broom in!” spoke a man with a burly build, shortly cut light brown hair, and tanned skin. “How is he supposed to practice for the Quidditch team if he doesn’t have a broom?”

A tall woman with long brown hair and patches of lighter skin on her body sighed. “Alder, he’s a first year. He can’t bring a broom to – WINSTON FREDRICK MACMILLAN PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!”

Winston had picked her up before she could finish speaking and spun her around. Both of them were laughing and quietly saying things that would have gotten Victoria’s mouth rinsed out with soap if she repeated them.

“C’mon Penelope, how else am I supposed to greet my favorite sister?” Winston asked, not releasing her.

‘I’m your only sister. Now put me down!”

As the three adults started to chat, Victoria made her way forward towards the window. Standing in front of it was a boy her age, gawking at the brooms with his dark brown eyes.

“Hello Oliver,” Victoria greeted.

Her cousin, Oliver Wood, excitedly grabbed her arm and dragged her closer to the window. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, practically radiating excitement.

“Look at them!” he shouted. “Cleansweep Sevens! They’re the newest model! Dad said he’ll get me one for my birthday so I’ll have it for the Quidditch season!”

Victoria did not care that much for Quidditch or flying, as both involved being very high off of the ground which she did not enjoy, but she couldn’t help but catch some of his excitement. The only problem was following everything he was saying. When he got very excited, his Glasgow accent became even more pronounced and she had trouble understanding what he said at times. Especially when he was speaking quickly like he was now.

“I can’t wait until next year when I can join the Quidditch teams!”

“Don’t you have to try out for them?” asked Victoria. 

“Well, yeah, but I’ll make the team for sure!”

With how confident he sounded, Victoria couldn’t bring herself to disagree.

She walked with Oliver as the group began to move farther down Diagon Alley. Oliver continued to talk about Quidditch and all the things he was going to do at their flying class. Victoria tried her best to listen to his ramblings, but she found herself starting to tune out his voice. 

The five made their way to Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions. Victoria remained silent as who she could only assume was Madam Malkin took her measurements.

“The situation is getting worse,” Alder whispered.

Victoria raised her head, looking towards her father and her uncle. She hadn’t really been listening to what they were saying beforehand, but there was something about the tone of his voice that caught her attention.

She shifted slightly, trying to hear better as Madam Malkin slipped a loose black cloak on her body and began to pin it to fit Victoria better. It didn't help that Oliver was still talking about Quidditch.

“Lysander Prewett was taken two weeks ago,” Alder continued, his tone still hushed. “I was on the team that found him. His body, that is. He was dead.”

Victoria chewed on the side of her cheek in order to hold back a gasp.

“I heard about that,” Winston muttered. “His body was completely drained of blood, wasn’t it?”

Alder nodded. “He’s the third bairn to have this happen. All purebloods.”

She knew a little bit about the missing pureblood children from what she had gathered from the bits she had read about in the paper. Even though she wasn’t supposed to, she peeked into her father’s work files about the case one day when she was in his office.

The images inside were more than a little frightening, and she had several nightmares about it.

“Glasspetal has some working theories of course. Always thinking, Marco is —” 

Alder was cut off by an elbow to the ribs. Penelope pointedly looked at Victoria.

They stopped talking right away.

. . . . . . . . . .

Victoria stood outside the door of Ollivander’s Wand Shop, a rush of excitement and nervousness going through her. This was what she had been waiting for all day. The grueling hours of shopping all came to this moment right here.

After Victoria was fitted for her robes, she and Winston reunited with Christine and Ernie and departed from the Woods. Oliver didn’t need to get a wand as he adapted to his late grandfather’s wand pretty quickly. Victoria was secretly relieved to be away from him. She didn’t know how much more talk of Quidditch she could take.

And she still didn’t make any friends.

Christine leaned down, gently kissing her daughter’s cheek.

“We’ll be waiting for you right out here my flower,” she whispered. “Go on.”

Victoria took a deep breath and stepped inside the shop.

There was a small jingle of a bell as she entered the threshold followed by a small gasp from her lips. Shelves upon shelves were filled with boxes carrying wands of every wood and core.

Victoria reached for a blue box.

“Good afternoon,” a soft voice said.

Victoria jumped. An old man was standing behind her, his wild white hair going in every direction and his pale eyes shining brightly in the dimly lit shop.

“Hello,” greeted Victoria.

“I thought I would be seeing you soon, Miss Macmillan.” he said her name with absolute certainty. “You have your father’s nose and your mother’s eyes.”

He grabbed the blue box Victoria had reached for and slid it back into the shelf. 

“Your mother has an elm wand. Nine inches. Pliable. Excellent for transfiguration. Your father’s is twelve and a quarter inches, quite flexible, made of willow. It favors charms, doesn’t it?” 

Victoria opened her mouth to answer, but he was already moving on.

Mr. Ollivander waved his wand and a long tape measure with silver markings flew out of his pocket. It unfurled and floated next to Victoria’s side.

“Fifty inches. Which is your wand arm?”

“I’m right handed.”

“Hold out your right arm, then.” He measured Victoria from multiple angles; shoulder to finger, wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and around her head. As he measured her, he continued to speak. “Every Ollivander wand has a core made from a powerful magical substance, Miss Macmillan. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons primarily.”

Victoria nodded. “And no two are alike, right?”

“Correct!” he smiled, seemingly pleased that she knew even a little bit about wandlore. “And you will find that your magic is more powerful when you use a wand that is bonded to you.”

Ollivander snapped his fingers. The measuring tape rolled up and flew back into his pocket. He moved towards the back of the shop and grabbed a yellow box.

“Right then Miss Macmillan. Try this one. Elm and dragon heartstring. Fifteen inches and unbending. Take it and give it a wave.”

Victoria reached into the box and grabbed the wand. The wood was a dark color with a golden handle encrusted with small red gems, rubies if she had to guess. At the base of the wand was a larger ruby that shined in the dim lighting.

Victoria flicked it, but Mr. Ollivander grabbed it from her almost immediately.

“No, no, not that one. Try this. Willow and unicorn hair. Eight and a quarter inches. Swishy. Try —”

Victoria tried once again, barely raising the wand before it too was snatched out of her hands.

As Mr. Ollivander began to search through the boxes once more, Victoria’s gaze landed on the blue box she had looked at earlier. There was just something about it.

“Mr. Ollivander?” Victoria said softly. “What about that one?”

He looked at the box she was pointing at then back at her. Ollivander grabbed the box and held it out in front of her, popping the lid.

Sitting in a case of blue velvet was a wand made of dark wood. The handle reminded her of a teardrop of honey with both its color and shape. There were rings of silver separating it from the wood and that went partially down the partially transparent yellow gem.

Victoria picked it up, surprised with how warm it felt.

“Oak with a fairy wing core. Thirteen and three quarter inches. Rigid.”

“I thought you said you only use three cores?” Victoria flicked it, her eyes widening as pale pink flowers came out of it and landed in her hair.

“Primarily, yes, but that is an old wand.” He waved his own wand, the flowers dissolving with a small pop. “And Miss Macmillan, I daresay we can expect some very wonderful things from you.”

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[starcrossedjedis]

Olivia Nott ♕ “Mischief and Mayhem” ♕ Fred Weasley x OC ♕ Introduction

"What? You think she's out of my league?" - "I think, you're not even playing the same sport, mate."

Olivia Nott and Fred Weasley first meet at the Quidditch World Cup. Yes, they have been in the same year at Hogwarts for five years and the obnoxious prankster and his twin have been sitting behind her in Potions class for two of them, but with their world being what it is, the pureblood princess from Slytherin and the resident Gryffindor jester might as well have grown up on different planets. But they do meet. And even if this first meeting is cut short by another first - dark and dangerous and far too personal for Liv - they both find it hard to go back to living those separate lives once they are back at Hogwarts. With the rise of the Death Eaters and a civil war looming on the horizon Liv’s loyalties are soon tested in ways that go beyond house rivalries.

You know the drill - no obligation to interact with this, no hard feelings if you do whatever you have to in order to make this site feel safe for yourself and any anon bs will go straight in the bin 🖤🐍

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[hawtastic]

So, follow up on my other post:

Last year, after I finished HL I got the idea of a story before my mc gets accepted so I went on a spiral and drew about 50 characters before I got burned out and never got to writing the actual fanfiction. Lmao, quick lore drop.

Of course, I can't share it all here, but it followed Lacy's brother – Jacob – and his 'friends' during their 5th year before he went missing.

I actually still dig these designs so hard I love unlikely misfit friend groups. Continues below the cut. (Don't mind Jacobs being different from the other three. I drew that one at the same time I drew the ones for his parents, lmao).

● Margot Oakley

• Patronus: Magpie

She has a kneazle named Petunia

• Wand: Pliant flexibility, English oak, 14-inch – unicorn hair

• Margot is a kooky Hufflepuff airhead with a heart for Herbology and a strong intuition. From a young age, her affinity with nature and creatures was prominent; growing vegetables, herbs, and flowers like no other and connecting easily with even the most stubborn beast unlike any other in her year, however she is no more but mediocore at any other subject placed in front of her.

Aside from her proficiency with plants, she enjoys baking and quilting — often getting called an 'old soul' by adults and 'boring' by her peers. She makes her own clothes and has a unique sense of style. Despite being rather bashful about it, she enjoys expressing herself.

She can be naive. In her first years at Hogwarts, she was taken under the wing of the Hufflepuff head girl, but when she graduated, Margot was left on her own accord; now taking the initiative herself on who she was going to interact with. And despite having been warned countless times by other classmates of hers, her key candidate for friendship was Jacob: the guy who nobody likes.

• She's Jacob's closest friend (or how close anyone could be to him).

• She's the only one who truly knows what happened to Jacob at the end of their 5th year... but she never told anyone.

• She's actually quite strong — despite being a full blood wizard, she carries pots and sacks like any ordinary person would. Since her grandfather was non-magical, she didn't want to make him feel bad growing up, so she used her magic as little as possible as a child, and it stuck even once she entered Hogwarts.

• Out of all four, she probably has the most friends, she's hard to dislike, and she gets along well with students below her year.

• Her Kneazle often gets into trouble— sneaking out her dorm and such. Margot accidentally broke curfew a few times because of it.

● Hugo Lockrune

• Patronus: Weasel

• Wand: Swishy flexibility, Dogwood, 15inch–Billywig Stinger

• Hugo is a Gryffindor known in their year for being quirky, mischievous, and completely unpredictable. He's muggle-born and lives with his parents and four younger siblings in London, where he helped in his father's workshop tinkering with mechanical parts and such. With a habit for endless pranks, nosy behaviour, and an endless search for thrill, adventure, and excitement—he isn't exactly considered popular or well-liked amongst his peers.

He is unable to hold genuine friendships for a long time due to his levity and tendencies to act like he knows better, being a self-proclaimed 'inventor' often tinkering on his next big project which "definitely wont blow up this time around."

Although his personality will be summed up by his peers as 'pesky' and 'bothersome,' there is denying his skill with both Transfiguration and Charms is exceptional.

• Jacob doesn't like him. He finds Hugo just as much of a pest as everyone else, but he feigns friendship.

• Hugo is very expressive. He's usually smiling and grinning; he laughs very easily but also flusters easily— though he doesn't cry much and he's not prone to anger, but he is very haughty.

• He doesn't have consistent ideas it's all very spontaneous. Imagine nerd emoji "eureka" moment.

• He differs a decade from his little siblings – they're quadruplets – he has three little sisters and a younger brother, and he's surprisingly easygoing with children.

• His uncle is also a wizard and the one who gifted Hugo his wand, meaning Hugo doesn't have a classic wand from Ollivanders.

● Rhian Yvaíne

• Patronus: Chestnut Mare

• Wand: Hard flexibility, Hazel, 10¾inch–Dragon heartstring

• Rhian is a Slytherin living in the shadow of her flamboyant twin brother – Reneé – who shares the same house. She excels at quidditch – the only thing she is better at than her brother – and is rather well-known around the school for her position as the teams' seeker. She hails from a pureblood family; her parents both passed away whilst running an errand for the Ministry, which left Rhian and her brother to their aunt.

She's calculated, cunning, and oftentimes presumed to be indifferent to most things whilst she's actually just notably good at keeping her emotions in-check aside from making rude faces and snide remarks under her breath; she's very non-confrontational preferring to be left alone most of the time.

She's good at duelling and flying and can be rather competitive.

• Jacob actually thought she was one of his better classmates even before they started hanging out — She thought he was really weird.

• She was very 'manic pixie dream girl' in her first year because of how badly she wanted to be special— she actually had a lot of friends during that time but then she gave herself the ick one time and opted for a more 'cool lone wolf' vibe which drove most of her then friends away.

• She has no sense of humour... or pretends she doesn't. Hugo gets under her skin, and she wants to rip his throat out.

• Her and Reneé aren't close at all. If they didn't live together outside of school, they could almost be considered estranged. It's almost strange since they were really close growing up.

(They're all vaguely based on the Hogwarts Legacy game companions – or were – I think I lost the resemblance halfway through).

● Jacob Lovette

• Patronus: Runespoor

• Wand: Hard flexibility, Yew, 12⅕inch–Dragon heartstring

• Just there.

• Some guy.

• Massive asshole.

• He's genuinely smart but acts like a douche about it; he underexplains everything or makes shit up. He also doesn't tell the other three jack shit.

[nightingale2004]

The Snape Prince family

Severus Tobias Snape Prince

Faceclaim: Alan Rickman

The father and potion master

÷/÷/÷/÷/÷/÷/÷/÷/÷/÷/÷/÷/÷/÷/÷/÷/÷/÷/÷/÷/÷

Alexandria Eileen Prince

Faceclaim: Mikey Madison

The daughter of Severus Snape

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Edmund Corvus Prince

Faceclaim: Aiden Gallagher

The son of Severus

[yampaocookie]

Friend OC: Marcus Winger (Misyel on Tiktok)

[nyasha-parashaa33]

wtf

[souptastical]

I'll never forget when someone commented on my work that they "hated Thalia" (my OC) (and no shade if you see this lol) and I sat there, so fucking confused because i thought I made her motives/personality clear

I then ended up making an entire character sheet for her to give her more depth as I WANTED EVERYONE TO LOVE HER AS MUCH AS I DO

I am so fucking serious on the fact that i adore my complex, bitter bby potioneer😭 I LOVE HER SO MUCH

[fandom-joiner]

Harry: Are you ever going to listen to me?

Effie: Yes. Absolutely.

Harry: When?

Effie: When you’re right.

Master List

[tricksterringmaster]

Decided to finish that one sketch I posted quite some time ago. Gustav and ravens based on that one Alain Delon photo with pigeons. Something simple for a change between comic pages. Btw, Princes in this AU use ravens instead of owls for communication with others.

[mochimouiemarty]

so I was reminded this audio existed and reminded me of them

So happy cuz I killed two birds with one stone (draw some sillies and small lore drop for ollie)

contrary to popular belief ("popular belief" WHERE) Ollie is/was not close with snape at all!!! Just comfortable to a. very small degree

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yalls ocs are gorjus and I'm sorry for the possible ooc😔🙏

featuring Yonal by @dinxieyinxie, mystery gal by @moonychildxd (GANG WHAT IS HER NAME), and Vincent by @aurevoiralways !!!!!!!

[amethystandemma]

Hadlee Euphoric meets Cedric Diggory

Alright this has been in my WIPs for *checks notes* five months

ENJOY CEDLEE CONTENT Y'ALL! I'M FINALLY SHARING THEM!

Tags: @glasswood-shipper, @rypnami

Word Count: 570

This might be terrible. I just finished it lmao

“Euphoric, Hadlee.”

A young girl, eleven, turned to face the platform, her brown curls bouncing on her shoulders. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for.

Hadlee stepped forward, walking to the front of the Great Hall and onto the podium. Professor McGonagall looked down at her, giving a simple nod. The older woman placed the hat on her head once she sat down on the stool, her legs dangling over the side.

“Hm. Interesting, very interesting.” The Sorting Hat’s voice was very quiet, but Hadlee could hear it loud and clear. “Just like your grandfather, you’re kind and have a deep sense of loyalty.”

Hadlee smiled.

“You like that, eh? Well then, you belong in – HUFFLEPUFF!”

Applause erupted throughout the Great Hall. McGonagall lifted the hat back up and helped Hadlee off the stool.

The girl made her way to the clapping Hufflepuff table, the smile still on her face. She sat between an older blonde girl and a brunette boy who looked around her age.

“Welcome to Hufflepuff,” the blonde said. “I’m Victoria Macmillan.”

“Glasspetal, Radiance?”

“Hadlee,” introduced Hadlee.

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Hadlee jumped at the even louder cheering. Over at the Gryffindor table were three red headed boys loudly whistling and clapping. A girl with dark red hair, the same shade as two of the boys, ran from the podium to join them with a large grin.

Victoria shook Hadlee’s outstretched hand as she stared at the table. 

“That’s Charlie Weasley and the Glasspetal twins,” said Victoria. “And next to Charlie is my cousin, Oliver.”

Hadlee craned her neck. Sitting next to the largest redhead was a boy with brown hair. He was talking to a fourth redhead, completely oblivious to the chaos around him.

She could just make out the word “Quidditch” being said.

“It’s a little loud, isn’t it?” the boy next to Hadlee asked.

“Only a little.”

He smiled and held out his hand. “Cedric Diggory.”

“Hadlee–�� As soon as her hand grasped onto his, she was hit with wave after wave of visions. 

She was under a gazebo in a white dress, holding a bouquet of red roses and laughing. The next second, she was sitting in a field of flowers, warming under the sunlight. After that, she was holding a small baby in her arms in a grey nursery.

With every second, every vision, Cedric was there with her. Every corner, every turn, he was there.

Hadlee had gotten visions of the future before, but never like this. She had never seen so many scenes in front of her in rapid succession.

It was more than a little overwhelming. 

She felt as if she was drowning in her thoughts. It was all just too much.

Every time she almost made her way back, every time she almost escaped, another wave of visions forced her below the surface again. Cedric laughing. Cedric holding her close. Cedric holding a little boy with his eyes and her curls.

She started to feel as if she was drowning.

As she was plunged below the surface again, she felt something grasp onto her. Warmth coursed through her body from the touch on her shoulder, giving her the ability to focus.

And then a moment later, she was on the floor in the Great Hall, Victoria and Cedric hovering over her.

“Are you alright?” Cedric asked.

Hadlee reached forward, gently grasping onto his outstretched hand.

“Yes,” she said softly. “I think I will be.”