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Hey everyone! I realised it's been forever since I posted anything and since I'm not quite finished with the chapter, I thought I'd at least post a story snippet to let you know that I haven't fogotten about you and about HNTBAW. It's just been a little much lately and I've been struggling with writer's block (as always).

But anyway, this is a random scene from the post Hogwarts series (which I might title A Catalogue of Us). It's kind of a flashback memory sort of thing and maybe it's a little confusing and sad, but maybe some of you enjoy it. I hope you had wonderful holidays / Christmas if you celebrate it and I promise I'm still writing.

Let me know what you think if you feel like it... hearing from you guys always helps my motivation, honestly :)

When James fell, the world stood still. I stood still. 

Sometimes I still dream about it. His muddled form falling through the sky, the burst of levitation spells in the pouring rain, like perverse fireworks, missing him again and again and again. There was nothing anyone could have done and yet… 

And yet.

I take a sip of my coffee, trying to banish the scraps of the nightmare that still cling to my mind as I wrap the blanket tighter around my shoulders. The air is crisp, laced with salt and the subtle sweetness of the heather that grows along the cliffside, trembling in the breeze. I’ve been staring at the horizon for almost an hour, watching the darkness fade into that bluish glow that only exists in these few minutes before sunrise, when the world is in-between. Like the sky holds its breath for just a moment.

Like I held my breath when I was an ocean away, unpacking my old life into my new flat, barely paying attention to Ludo Bagman’s tinny commentary in the background. I didn’t even know why I had turned on the match in the first place. I should have stayed away, taken advantage of the physical distance, but there was comfort in the familiarity of it. In hearing his name chanted by thousands of voices. I missed him and I hated him a little for it. And then I heard the screams. 

I thought I had lost him before, but this was so much worse.

***

The room is bright, made of sun-drenched walls and filled with flowers and too many people. But I barely notice. James isn’t moving. There is a tangle of tubes, pumping healing potion from the IV bags into his system, mending his broken bones and his cuts and gashes as much as it can. But even magic can only do so much. 

Ginny sees me first. I’m lingering in the doorway like an intruder, not sure if I have a right to be here. I couldn’t not come. I don’t know what to say, though. My throat closes off when our gaze meets over the hospital bed. She’s clutching James’s hand in both of hers like she’s holding on for dear life, her eyes brimming with tears, and I’m crying too, biting my bottom lip to keep myself from sobbing.

“Seth!” Lily calls out, making both Harry and Al look up, but I still don’t know if I’m welcome. Not until Ginny lets go of her son and extends her hand towards me, the faintest of smiles curving her mouth as she summons me to his bedside.

I want to touch him, to feel that he is still here, warm and real and alive, but I don’t dare. There are too many IV lines and bandages and I’m afraid I might hurt him. “How - how is he?”

It’s a useless question, I know it, but there’s still the naive hope that the answer might have changed. That he’ll open his eyes and give me that infuriating half-smile, calling me Woodley and telling me that everything will be alright.

“I’m sorry,” someone says behind me and I turn around to look at the healer that has come into the room. “Only family is allowed in here.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” 

I make to get up, wiping away the tears with shaky fingers, but Ginny’s hand circles my wrist, her bloodshot gaze firmly on the woman in the lime green coat. “She is.”

***

I wanted to buy him some magazines, but half of the stock in the small St. Mungo’s kiosk is about brooms and Quidditch and the other half are gaudy newspapers that still seem to be in a competition over who can print the most disturbing pictures of James plummeting through the air. I was ready to give up and settle on the Kneazle Lover’s Digest when I saw the flashy book pyramid by the checkout. 

“I got you something.” I’m barely in the room when I hold up the shiny hardback with the gaudy cover and James raises an eyebrow at the shirtless guy that takes up most of the front.

“Holy Morgan, what is that, Woodley?” He lets his head fall to the side, smiling at me, even though he is too weak to move. Bruises and scratches still paint brutal patterns across his skin, covering his face and neck, his shoulders, his ribs, but they’re healing. 

Unlike his legs. 

“They had it in the hospital bookshop!” I can barely contain my excitement as I sit down in the chair next to his bed, thumbing through the pages, because this feels like a sign. A very dumb sign, but a sign nonetheless, and I’ll take anything I can get. “No way!” I press the open page against my mouth, my eyebrows arching at James over the edge of the book.

“What?” He’s frowning, amusement still tugging on the corners of his mouth. 

“It’s set in the 1800s.” 

He groans, though the grin on his face definitely dampens the effort. Rain is lashing against the windows, drowning out the steady drip of the IVs and, for a moment, it feels like it used to. Like Sunday mornings at his and Freddie’s flat, when he would refuse to get up and pull me back into bed with him.

“I’m so excited.”

“I bet.” He’s laughing, properly now, and my heart flutters behind my chest. It should know better. Especially because I saw her name flash across his phone screen last night before I left. “How long is that damn thing?”

I flip to the very back of the book, catching a few of the final words even though I try to not read them. “397 pages.”

***

“How many pages?”

He used to ask how many chapters. Then it turned to pages. Because he knows it too - that we only exist like the words on paper, between the pages. Until we reach the last one. The last sentence. 

“191.”

When the story ends, so do we. But ours is a tragedy. Maybe it was always meant to be.

I come back every day. I sit next to his bed and read A Witch’s Guide to Rakes and Romance, blushing fiercely at the spicy scenes but reading it all. James covers Lily’s ears when she’s cuddled up next to him and she complains loudly while Al and Freddie laugh and Harry and Ginny exchange soft, tired smiles.

Sometimes, the room is crowded. Sometimes, it’s just us - James and me and the steady whirring of the machines - and I read to him until he falls asleep. I read to him until twilight creeps into the room and we have to turn on the neon hospital lights. 

I read to him until he can feel his legs again. 

Until the IV lines become less.

Until he can sit up by himself.

“How many?” He says and I don’t look at him.

“16.”

It’s the last chapter. And, though I know that it’s time to go, that this semi-real version of us has an expiration date, I dread every page I turn.

“What if you stayed?” James says, quietly, and I feel like I might choke. I can barely breathe.

What if I stayed?

“I - I can’t.” My fingers are clenching the book in my lap, digging into the cover for something to hold on to. This feels awful, like a second break-up, and I wish I could just fold myself into his arms. 

But I can’t and he doesn’t argue. Because he knows me too well.

His lips are pressed together as he nods, a tear sliding down the side of his face into his pillow and I’m crying too. When he reaches out, I take his hand and weave my fingers through his, careful to not dislodge the catheter in the back of his hand.

“Do you want to hear the ending now?” I ask, wiping the tears from my cheeks, and his gaze slides from my face to the book in my lap, to our intertwined fingers.

“No.” I feel his hold on me loosen, his hand slipping out of my grasp a little. “I don’t want to know how it ends.”

[badpotterhead]

Fanfic Harry Potter: Next Generation Exposed

História disponível no Wattpad e no Spirit Fanfics

SINOPSE: Se você encontrou esse livro, parabéns, hoje é seu dia de sorte! Você terá a chance de descobrir a verdade sobre o mundo bruxo do século XXI. Todos acham que é pacífico, que estamos vivendo a melhor época de todas, mas eu acredito que não, que há algo de podre no reino da Potterlândia! A começar pelos filhos deles, essa nova turminha que substituiu a nobreza de antigamente e se tornou o modelo ideal para os jovens bruxos da Nova Geração. Eles são tão famosos que dispensam apresentações: Potters, Weasleys, Scamanders, Longbottoms... E ainda temos um Lupin e um Malfoy de intrusos! Eles aparentam ser tão gente fina, tão comportadinhos, não é? Mas eu sei que eles têm um lado obscuro, e irei expor para todos que quiserem ler!

- Mas espere, quem é você? De onde você vem e como você descobriu tanta coisa sobre os Potters, Weasleys e companhia?

Lamento, mas não posso informar agora. Tudo o que você tem que saber está aqui nesse livro. Só vou dizer uma coisinha: vai ser bafônico! O único perigo é você não conseguir parar de ler!

[alwinemews]

Power Game | HP Next Gen - Imprisonment (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1357202145-power-game-hp-next-gen-imprisonment?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Mexxi3003&wp_originator=yCYeATUVdF2y0nYgiZLb%2F4mSGKgtxFV1c%2FwQazh5Nib0xT6yD1Vlj%2B9MskT%2BlDKTdafoGT%2BmaexIt8srIv2Avd2N6cT2NKbFY70Zy%2Br4WZ1ekbjF%2B0L3CVj1ubFRUBWH Sequel of " 3 Generations " - Long-dead people reappear in the world. No one knows why and everyone is a suspect. Even the Weasleys and Potters are no longer protected by their good reputation. Former Death Eaters are in Askaban and other powerful wizarding families are under house arrest. The Malfoy, Potter and Weasley children team up to prove their parents' innocence. But the scheme is bigger than the students thought. - You don't have to have read the first FF, but it helps.

[ace-of-garlic-breads]

hehe

I posted a poll on my Instagram story any y'all voted for next-gen (Potter sibs specifically. this is an old sketch I made a few months ago when I still used Fresh paint. (I really love what I did with Al's hair) here they are the sibs (I was watching Animaniacs the whole time and was remembering how FANTASTIC that show is)

[fantasticcolorcloudflap]

Counting Stars~Harry Potter next generation (VEY. VERY SLOW UPDATES) - Chap 9: Feelings (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1259857599-counting-stars%7Eharry-potter-next-generation-vey?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=fantasticcolorcloud&wp_originator=vyZ5kEBkmN%2ByYMQf7zfAThQ%2Fi0OcCEUV2YpNuu1BXiLnrpbArkXZXhsx1Q%2B2woshTxcE0hruQzIA7pINnNppLPMtoOR5RYkv1FIzQtM4ZbR96ch6S0xCm0WPpkqaFh0F This is the story about a girl named Emma, who has always known she's not normal. Whet she sleeps, she can make things flote without knowing. When she presses the tip of her finger on the soil, she can make plants grow. There wasn't any logical explanation for this, until a strange letter arrived, from a mysterious place called Hogwarts. The story starts when she's eleven, and then has a big time skip until year four. Find out about Hogwarts mysteries and about Albus mixed feelings (it's a romantic fanfic dUh) So... this is not the story about James and the time turner :) I wanted to do something different with the next generation of Harry Potter. I did some research on Tumblr about the characters, and I'm sorry to say I'll be changing sexualities and houses ;-; I'm sorry :'( but I had an idea in my head and after discovering all the other info it kinda breaks it :') so I'll change some stuff. But always be welcome to help me in some of the characters personalities and family members, 'cause I'm a bit confused 😅 Don't be harsh on the comments, it's the third story I start and hopefully the first one I finish :) Enjoy!

oh my god if you press share on wattpad it automatically does all this. HUH.

[alexandria-millie]

Los Malfoy-Potter - La princesa del dragón (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1362558455-los-malfoy-potter-la-princesa-del-drag%C3%B3n?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Masddye69 De cómo Harriet Potter logró formar la familia que siempre quiso con Draco Malfoy.

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[thatonemaraudersfan]

Trust

Matthew+reader Matthew+daughter daughter+JamesSiriusPotter

D/n=daughters name

S/n=sons name

This is my second blurb thing so please be kind to me :) also please don’t repost or use this whit out crediting me in some why if you got the idea from me please do that :)

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“WHAT!!”

The day had started normally, you and your husband, Matthew Riddle, had gone to pick up your kids (d:16 s:12) from platform 9 ¾ when they returned from Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. You had been aware of your daughters secret boyfriend, James Sirius Potter, for a while now. She had confessed to you when she had some trouble whit how she was going to confess her love for the boy. You had been happy for her and gave her advice all thru out their relationship when she needed it and when she didn’t.

You all had just been sitting at your dinner table that night talking about the kids year when she had accidentally let it slip about some date they had gone to on Valentine’s Day. Your husbands reaction had been anything but good.

“WHAT!!” He yelled slamming a fist on the table making your kids flinch slightly, see your husband had some anger issues. He couldn’t really control what he did when angry, he had been taking medication for it ever sense the kids came.

“S/n leave, me and dad need to have a privet conversation whit your sister” you said to your 12 year old gently, or as gently as you could while holding a steady grip on your husbands arm. He nodded and raced out of the kitchen. After locking it and putting a silenceing charm on the door and made your husband sit down, did you clear your throat.

“D/n, Matthew, let’s have a civil conversation about this okay” the two people nodded and you felt satisfied. A silence fell upon all three of you.

“D/n why didn’t you tell me?“ your husband asked your daughter, who’s head was bent down and hand fiddling in her lap. “Look at me, and answer my question” he said, you could tell that he was really trying to keep himself from yelling at her.

“I-I, I was scared about your reaction, dad” she answered in a barley addible voice. Your husbands face paled, he was almost as white as a ghost. You all fell into a silence once again. That is until there was a knock on your door. You went up to open to see your son.

“Mom, there is someone at the door” he said pointing at the detection to the door. The other two stood up as well to see who it was at the door and low in behold, it was James Sirius Potter. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, or more specifically a bouquet of your daughters favourite flowers, he was also holding a present. Your daughter gave the three of you a look that told you ‘go away’ and so you did, but you all listened in of course.

“I’m sorry d/n if I disturbed you but uh, you left this book in my dorm last night and I just wanted to give it back” he said handing her the neatly wrapped present that apparently had a book in it that your daughter had forgotten, but you knew that your daughter never forgot a book anywhere, meaning that he lied.

“Thank you James, but I don’t remember taking a book whit me to our movie date last night, oh” she said, realisation washing over her she then got something out of her pocket. “I have something for you too Jamie.” She said taking the boys hand and leading him into the living room, where they sat down on the couch. They both opened their gifts while stealing glances. Your daughter opened her gift and it was a new book that was released by her favourite author.

“Thank you Jamie” she said hugging the boy and kissing him on the lips as a thank you, the boy smiled into the kiss and they pulled away. Your daughters present to James was to tickets to a museum about quidditch that he really wanted to go to. He hugged and kissed her once more, until he pulled out a small box from his pocket as did your daughter, they both smiled and opened their boxes meant for the other. It was promise rings. They said ‘I promise’ at the same time while putting the ring on each other’s finger. You looked over to your husband who was smiling, you smiled at him and nudged him gently to sprocket them.

“Uhm, James I give you consent to date my daughter, you seem like a good guy but if you hurt her I swear-“ he stopped when he saw your daughters face. He cleared his throat and turned to your daughter “d/n, I’m so sorry for my outburst earlier and for scaring you and making you think that you can’t come to me” he said as d/n pulled him in to a hug. James stayed a little longer and you found him really charming. When James went home could your husband stop talking about him whit d/n.

[malinthebodyguard]

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A   S H O T   I N   T H E   D A R K

Two song choices: 

One:

Two (for my Swifties):

So, I’ve had this James POV sitting around and I thought I’d finally share it considering we’re reaching the end of this journey. I’m not entirely happy with it because I’m not good at writing spicy scenes. They can go wrong so easily because there’s such a fine line between ‘just enough’ and ‘entirely ridiculous’. That being said, *trigger warning* for very mild spice. Like, one chilli pepper. Nothing explicit.

Please let me know what you think. I’m always so thankful for feedback, no matter how short, long, cryptic. And finally, thanks for still being here. It’s been an honour writing for you guys.

A   S H O T   I N   T H E   D A R K

For a second, I think I’ve lost my mind. That my endless thoughts of her have somehow taken shape and are playing cruel tricks on me. Because she’s there, in front of my window, still in that damn dress and clutching my jacket around her shoulders as snow drifts by, catching in her blonde waves. 

“What…” I freeze as I stare at her, my T-shirt stuck to my arms half-way, not daring to move for a moment; like she’s a deer and I might scare her away. I’m still not entirely convinced this is real, but then she lifts her arm and gives me a wave, her lips tugging into a careful smile.

It’s not in my head. 

Seth Woodley is actually standing in front of my window in the middle of the night, waving at me.

“Woodley?” I hastily pull my shirt all the way down, stumbling over my backpack - still where I dropped it two weeks ago - as I cross the room to open the window. “Are you okay?” I look her over, not exactly sure what I’m searching for. But she’s here, alone, standing in the frigid cold in her gauzy ball gown and I want to make it OK again. Whatever it is. “What happened? How did you-”

“I apparated,” she says, almost surprised, her words turning into puffs of smoke, clouding her face for a second. “I meant to end up at Katie’s house but –” Her cheeks darken slightly, the colour extending to the tip of her nose as another gust of biting wind whips through the trees. “I kind of messed up?”

I still can’t quite wrap my mind around this; around her, standing outside my window, eyes wide and biting her lip like my wildest fever dream. I’ve thought about this too much - about Seth in my room, my bed - but this feels fragile. Like the phone booth. Like I could mess it all up too easily. 

The smart thing would have been to tell her to go. But I’m decidedly stupid.

“Come on, Woodley,” I say when a shiver runs through her body and then hold my hand out to her. “It’s freezing.” 

Her gaze drops to my hand, like she, too, knows that she’s making a mistake, but then she takes a sharp breath and reaches out, letting me pull her up to the ledge and into my room. She stumbles a little, slipping on the icy wood, and I swipe my arm around her middle to catch her.

“Sorry.” She looks up at me then, her eyes round and so grey and damn it, I’m pathetic. There was still a part of me that hoped that maybe kissing her would get her out of my system, but it’s useless. Because all I can think about right now is kissing her again. All night.

Instead, I clear my throat and step away from her, still not entirely sure what to make of this; why she came here of all places. Apparition is not a vague sort of magic - you can’t take a wrong turn and accidentally end up somewhere else. That’s not how it works and we both know it.

“You’re not seventeen yet, are you?” I walk to my door to turn the lock for good measure. It’s late, but there’s no telling if Lily won’t suddenly burst into my room, demanding to draw a glitter pygmy puff onto my face.  

Seth looks at me for a long second, biting her lip again, and then nods. There’s a kind of haziness to her movements, her reactions, and I realise that she’s still drunk.

Right.

“So -” I say, trying to give her a casual grin even though something coarse is winding itself around my heart, crushing the dumb flicker of hope that sparked there when I saw her standing in front of my window.

“I’m not supposed to apparate, no.” She shrugs, like it’s not a big deal, even though I know it is. I know that she cares, that this nonchalant act isn’t her. Something’s wrong and I should give her a sweatshirt and take her home before I can do something very dumb. Even though I want to be dumb so badly. Just for a second.

“Did you get into trouble?” I ask, skirting my bed as I walk back over to her. It’s unmade with my blanket piled on top and I curse myself a little for not cleaning my room when Mum told me to. It’s a mess and I can see Seth’s gaze sliding to the heap of clothes on my chair and the unfortunate pair of Quidditch underpants that dangle from the armrest. 

“Did you?” Seth gives me a grin that doesn’t fail to make my stomach jolt, even when I know it’s not real; even when I know she’s still pretending. But I humour her. Because she’s smiling and flirty and I’m weak.

“For kissing a girl?” I watch her cheeks flush, all the way across her nose, and for a moment, I don’t care that she’s been drinking or that she’s acting strange. Because she came here. Just like she let me kiss her in the Ministry phone box. A part of her wants to be with me and I want it to be enough. Even when I know it’s not.

“Your family probably wasn’t too thrilled.” I slide my hands into the pockets of my joggers instead of around her waist and watch the expression on her face shift - eyebrows drawing closer and lips pressing together as she avoids my gaze - and it all makes sense.

I only caught glimpses of her family when we stumbled out of the phone booth, mostly because she was ushered away immediately, before I could even so much as talk to her, but she’d told me earlier, hadn’t she? About that guy she was supposed to marry and about her family’s expectations.  

Maybe that’s why she came here; still drunk and reckless, trying to prove a point.

“I still have your jacket,” she says awkwardly all of a sudden, sliding the thing off her shoulders and holding it out to me. She’s probably realised it too; that this is the last place she should be. That I’m nothing but a bad decision. 

“Maybe - maybe I should go,” she says quickly, and I can see it in her face - the flicker of reason that pushes to the surface. 

“Yeah.” I let out a breath as I take the jacket from her and throw it onto the pile of clothes on my chair. I don’t want her to go, but I also don’t want her to stay like this. Like I’m just the means, not the reason. “Maybe.”

“Yeah.” Her voice is a whisper, fizzling out at the edges as she takes a step closer and places her palms against my chest. She’s frowning up at me, her eyes like storm clouds, fingers digging into the fabric of my T-shirt and, even though I know that this is going to hurt, I give in to it - to her.

I’ve kissed many girls before - and Augi on a dare - but kissing Seth feels different. New, somehow. Fluttery and shaky and so slow, like I’m doing it for the first time - nervous and a little scared to mess it up. She’s tugging on my T-shirt, fingers twisting into the fabric like she wants to tear it off, and I’m not really thinking as I pull it over my head. 

Seth blinks at me, her eyes and hair bright in the semi-darkness of my room, and then her gaze drops to my arm, her brows furrowing as she studies the letters that a very shifty bloke inked into my skin there in some London back alley two years ago.

“Seth,” I say, coming to my senses a little now that she’s stopped kissing me, even though my blood flow is directed somewhere else entirely. “Maybe we should -”

She looks back up at me, shaking her head just the slightest bit as she leans into me again, and I’m pathetically helpless when her mouth opens against mine. My tongue brushes against her lips and she makes a small sound that is my complete undoing, pulling resolutely on something below my abdomen. My fingers find the zipper on the back of her dress and, though I hesitate for a heartbeat, I’m too far gone to stop. 

It slides down her body, crumpling on the floor around us in a heap of silk, leaving her in nothing but gauzy underwear. It’s pale blue, with pink and red flower embroidery crawling along the lace, and I take my time taking her in - every detail - because she’s perfect.

Seth’s cheeks are flushed as I slide a hand into her hair and tip her head back, but she doesn’t pull away. When I kiss her again, it’s a little harder, a little more desperate, and it occurs to me then that I probably should be more careful. That I should slow down, because I don’t know if she’s done this before.

But she’s clinging to my shoulders, body pressed against mine, and I’m beyond reasonable thought as I trail my hand down her back until I can feel the tiny flower applications underneath my fingertips. 

We stumble a bit as I push her towards my bed - almost clumsily, with my hands grabbing her waist and pulling her into me a bit too roughly - and I bang my knee against my bed frame like an overeager 13-year-old. But she’s there, underneath me, her heart racing against my chest with every fast, shallow breath and her eyes heavy lidded. 

It feels wholly unreal as I press my lips against her throat, kissing and licking down the column of her neck to the birthmark above her collarbone while my hand drifts to the soft skin of her thigh. I don’t know what time it is, for how long we’ve been doing this, but it barely matters. 

I try to pace myself, but I’m breathing too fast and my heart stumbles along as I push closer, propping myself up just enough to not crush her underneath me. And then, she looks at me with those eyes that could be a painting and my breath catches embarrassingly.

The words are on the tip of my tongue, though I can’t say them. I should ask her if she’s sure about this. If this is alright. But I feel her fingers tremble slightly as she weaves them into my hair, the hitch in her heartbeat, and I know it’s not. 

She doesn’t want this - me. Not really. Not like I want her.

“What the fuck am I doing?” I mumble to myself as I push myself up too forcefully, but I have to. I have to bring physical distance between us to jolt myself out of this. “Shit.”

“What?” Seth blinks at me, the look of confusion on her face fading to something more gut-wrenching. She’s yanked the covers up to her collarbones, mortified, and I hate that I’m doing this to her. That she’s doing this to me. 

“I – I can’t fucking do this.” I shake my head, hands clutching at my hair, but I can’t look at her. Because it fucking hurts and I don’t know what to do. How to make it stop.

[lovewisegirl06]

Siblings stuff #3

Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you: Lily Luna. Teddy Lupin

Looks like it could kill you, will kill you: Albus Severus. Lysander Scamander.

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll: James Sirius. Scorpius Malfoy.

[alwinemews]

Spiel der Macht | HP Next Gen - Bewerbungsgespräche (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1356089089-spiel-der-macht-hp-next-gen-bewerbungsgespr%C3%A4che?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Mexxi3003&wp_originator=Mi5QqzbAjfHy48Vd%2B6wJFEKkkuMHDdiCofpdJYu02ro%2BCWTWISew31RXe53X6b0X03HUq%2B3XmuOb6AHGuo0VcHVEDg9BGn3ecLsfBBh6KRqqKlDkG%2BJd2trSlxek8B71 Fortsetzung von "3 Generationen" - Längst Verstorbene tauchen wieder in der Welt auf. Niemand weiß warum und jeder wird verdächtigt. Auch die Weasleys und Potters sind nicht mehr durch ihren guten Ruf geschützt. Ehemalige Todesser sitzen in Askaban und andere mächtige Zaubererfamilien stehen unter Hausarrest. Die Malfoy, Potter und Weasley Kinder schließen sich zusammen und wollen die Unschuld ihrer Eltern beweisen. Doch die Sache ist größer als die Schüler dachten. - Man muss nicht unbedingt die erste FF gelesen haben, ist aber von Vorteil.

[ace-of-garlic-breads]

next gen weasleys drawing (finished)(=headcanon

[livingwiththeirlegacy]

Living With Their Legacy - James Sirius Potter's story - Summer of 2014 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1129687282-living-with-their-legacy-james-sirius-potter%27s?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=gleeky1D&wp_originator=8hNnUHtSQK2uHkGEslrIuY3BBHmhxXaXRhmcyjMi7pXV88Q7ZQ3qynAOzuEOMalDFpi5x9ounIb3boUkiR2niWzhRC0F6QhhMev1gbZ0xFefvQ8lIMQ%2FGBgxupf4ID5s We all know "All The Young Dudes". We all know the original "Harry Potter" saga. Now it's time for the next generation to have their own story. James Sirius Potter always did his best to look "perfect". To be worthy of the name of his father, Harry Potter, savior of the Second Wizarding War. And of the name of the men from which he takes his name, James Potter and Sirius Black, two heroes of the First Wizarding War. Our story begins at the start of his first year at Hogwarts.