#malcolm mcgonagall

[bowtomycoolscissors]

I cannot stop thinking about how Minerva McGonagall could have had cousins from her mom's side (considering her mother Isobel Ross, was a pure-blood. )

I'm getting Maimie McCoy vibes since....well, I have always headcanoned for Minerva to have been born in 1925 ( since it would make sense for her to be in her 70's during Harry's era and plus, the Fantastic Beasts addition makes no sense. )

Some parts of this may be canonical but majority are my own imagination.

Dorothea Ross

> Youngest daughter of Allison Ross (neé Travers) and Alastair Ross (Isobel's youngest brother).

> Pure-blood.

> Born on 26 July, 1927 (Leo).

> Their aunt Isobel was not to be talked about in the household since she had married a muggle ( Robert McGonagall Sr, a Presbyterian minister. ) and had 'half-blood' children which was to be frowned upon by the Ross family.

> For some reason, she already had calculated that her cousins must be much older to her (Atleast Minerva) hence she had always been curious to meet her cousins.

> She was in the same year as Malcolm McGonagall: ( 1938 - 1945 ).

> She was sorted into Ravenclaw along with Malcolm. (Yes, I also believe that Malcolm was sorted into Ravenclaw unlike Minnie.)

During one of their talks in the common room, Malcolm mentioned his mother Isobel and that's how Dottie figured out the connection.

[kittenanon]

The final members of our party have arrived

:D

[squibstress]

HP Rec Fest - Day 14

Prompt: A favorite series @hprecfest

There's little I like more than settling into a good, long series, but I'm picky if I'm going to be spending a lot of time with a story. It needs to have great characterization, a plot and charcters arcs I can invest in, and terrific writing. These have all of those elements and more.

The "Adelaverse" series by @kellychambliss

"My Journal About My Life and Stephen and Miranda” by Adela

2. "Now That I'm Older" by Adela

3. Inamorata

Characters: Minerva McGonagall, Original Character, Severus Snape

Pairing: Minerva/Severus

Rating: K/G - T/PG-13

Summary: Severus and Minerva, disguised as Muggles, are observed by their precocious teen neighbor, who enjoys speculating about the mysterious couple next door.

Why You Should Check It Out:

This series, comprising 3 stories, is a wonderful take on the third-person observer. It throws Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape into Muggle America and the sights of precocious twelve-year-old Adela.

Kelly's Minerva/Severus is always rich and complex, and the original characters, especially Adela, are wonderful.

It's wry, and tender, and funny, and exactly what I'd imagine these characters to be like in this situation. It's a lovely read for those who like happy endings without sappiness or doe-eyed visions of happily-ever-after.

The Minerva Quartet by @eldritcher

Thy Kingdom Come

2. I, Alastor

3. How do you like your blue-eyed boys?

4. O Gentle Faustus

Characters: Alastor Moody, Alice Longbottom, Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, Voldemort, Charlus Potter

Pairings: Albus/Minerva, Lucius/Minerva, Abraxas/Voldemort

Rating: M/R

Summary: Thematically related stories about he beautiful and dreadful parts of being humans who love.

Why You Should Check It Out:

Eldritcher's stories cut to the heart of what it is to long for what we know we should not want, and knowing the price, want it just the same.

The main characters are self-aware enough to understand important things about themselves and one another but often helpless to change their course, which is, of course, the most human of failings.

Eldritcher has an excellent sense of the little details that reveal character. The stories have the quality of a particularly lucid dream; they suggest things, but never hit the you over the head with them, allowing the reader to suss out the important bits and the themes that animate them, and there are occasional surprises that shock the reader out of any misplaced complacency regarding what a particular character will and won't do.

Literary and mythological allusions and references are woven deftly through the work, and I adore the way Eldritcher makes Hogwarts castle a character in its own right.

The "Resolving a Misunderstanding" and "Death's Dominion" series by MMADfan

Resolving a Misunderstanding

2. The Unsentimental Arithmancer

3. An Unexpected Shower

4. A Holiday with the Headmaster

5. Malcolm's Tale of Angus Óg

6. Obliging Minerva

7. Invisible Lover

8. A Christmas for Aberforth

9. An Act of Love

10. Death's Dominion

11. Enter, Peacetime

12. A Long Vernal Season (incomplete)

Main Characters: Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Poppy Pomfrey, Hermione Granger and a cast of thousands.

Pairings: Multiple, but the main ones are Albus/Minerva and Poppy/Severus, plus multple pairings with OCs.

Rating: Stories range from K+/PG to MA/NC-17.

Summary: The main focus of the first series, which takes place before the events of the 7 Potter books, is the epic romance between Minerva and Albus, with some shorter pieces that focus on some of MMADfan's fabulous original characters. The Death's Dominion series takes place during the 7 Potter books and later, and focuses Severus's life as a spy for Dumbledore and his attempts to come to terms with life after the war.

Why You Should Check It Out:

If you're looking for total immersion in the wizarding world, thess are the series for you.

This is truly an epic arc, with over a million words total, but the length allows MMADfan the scope to create an incredibly vivid wizarding world, populated with a huge cast of canon and original characters. The wordlbuilding is impressive, and the storytelling vivid, but what stands out to me are the characters. Not only does the author breathe fascinating life into canon characters we see only peripherally in the HP series, but she creates some of the best OCs I've ever encountered, in fanfic or original fic. (Her Gertrude Gamp and Gertrude's son Gareth are two of the best I've ever read.)

The Nox Lumina Series by eudaemonia

Lux Prima

2. Ministry

3. Turn the Light

4. Woman

5. Redeemer

6. Drown

7. Leopard's Tongue

8. Reveries

9. Nox Lumina

Characters: Alastor Moody, Albus Dumbledore, Amelia Bones, Cornelius Fudge, Filius Flitwick, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Harry Potter, Horace Slughorn, Lucius Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Minerva McGonagall, Pomona Sprout, Severus Snape, Sirius Black

Pairing: Minerva/Severus

Rating: MA/NC-17

Summary: The love story of Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape, framed by the 2019 album Lux Prima by Karen O and Danger Mouse.

Why You Should Check It Out:

I love stories that show us what characters like Minerva and Severus keep hidden—their foibles, their doubts, and their inconsistencies.

These are not comfortable people, and there are no easy answers here. It’s a guilty pleasure to watch two intelligent characters try, and so often fail, to understand their own motivations and needs. They butt heads, rub up against one another (literally and figuratively), and ultimately provide something that neither of them finds elsewhere.

The comfort they find is matched by the pain they cause one another, as I can only imagine it would be, given these characters and their circumstances.

In addition to the delicious, delicious angst, it includes some moments of lightness and humor, which settle perfectly on these two.

The Ways of Minerva series by margaretrevie

The Way It Should Have Been

2. Die in Thy Lap, Be Buried in Thy Eyes

3. The Way It Was After

Characters: Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, James Potter, Lily Evans, Poppy Pomfrey, Rolanda Hooch, Tom Riddle, lots of canon and original characters

Pairings: Albus/Minerva, Minerva/OC, James/Lily, Poppy/Rolanda

Rating: From M/R to MA/NC-17

Summary: The story of Minerva McGonagall from the start of her Hogwarts career as a student.

Why You Should Check It Out:

This series is a long-arc story that hits—and artfully subverts—many of the usual tropes and expectations for an Albus/Minerva fic.

The first fic focusses on the development of Minerva and Albus's relationship, from her schooldays to her early days as a teacher.

The second is a brief interlude with Poppy and Rolanda, and the latter's dream of an erotic interlude with their friend, Minerva.

The third continues the Albus/Minerv story, with an additional focus on the James/Lily arc that begins near the end of the first story.

The series wins a place alongside some of my favorites because it delivers what I always want but seldom get from fic about this ship: a deep and unflinching exploration of the complexities of a relationship between two powerful, flawed characters. It digs beyond the obvious issues of power dynamics and age differences to get at fundamental differences between their personalities and worldviews which love may or may not overcome.

This Minerva and Albus are each far from perfect, and far from perfect for one another, and author margaretrevie doesn’t shy away from the less attractive aspects of their personalities: Albus’s enormous ego and his desperate need to be admired, and Minerva’s intolerance of what she sees as frailty or moral imperfection. The length of the fic gives the characters room to change and grow over time, which is part of what makes it such a satisfying read.

The story also features some powerful magic of a kind that one encounters in other fics, but rarely are the practical and emotional ramifications for the characters who practice it so thoughtfully and poignantly explored. I won’t spoil it for you with too much detail, but the author takes a trope particularly beloved of AD/MM shippers and gives it a realistic (in the HP realm) treatment that delivers a punch to the gut.

Added to all that, you’ll find satisfying and surprising backstory for several familiar HP characters as icing on this lovely, richly textured cake.

[brunuhvielle]

Minerva McGonagall was a Scottish half-blood witch, the only daughter of muggle Robert McGonagall and witch Isobel Ross. She also was the older sister of Malcolm and Robert Jnr. Minerva attended Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor House, but it took the Sorting Hat five and a half minutes to decide if she was Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, which made her a Hatstall. During her seventh year she was appointed Head Girl.

[lcnebcnes]

❛❛   susan bones .  ❜❜   ― 💫 ― born just before the end of a war, you faced a lifetime of loss before you’d hit double digits (death would become a lifelong companion)... forever determined to be a light in a seemingly dimming world, kindness can defeat cruelty and love will overcome hatred (of that you are sure)... a family in power places you high on a list you’ve never wished to be named on, a target on your back in the upcoming battle (you can survive this, you must)...

BASICS.

full name : susan lucinda bones

name meaning :

susan : hebrew | “lily of the valley”

lucinda : latin | “light”

bones : old norse | “river that runs through a settled valley” & “promontory, headland”

nickname / alias : sue, suze, suzie

title : miss

gender / pronouns : cis woman / she/her

sexuality : pansexual

date of birth : april 24

age : 23

zodiac : taurus

place of birth : braemar, aberdeenshire, scotland

accent : scottish

languages : english, latin, gaelic

species : witch

APPEARANCE.

faceclaim : abigail cowen

height : 5′7″

eye color : blue

hair color : ginger

glasses : n/a

MEDICAL.

mental : adhd, insomnia, depression, anxiety, paranoia, survivor's guilt

physical : n/a

PERSONALITY.

positive traits : empathetic

negative traits : resentful

hobbies : singing, crocheting, watching quidditch, baking, dueling, learning new offensive and defensive magic

RELATIONSHIPS.

parents :

malcolm bones; father

isla bones, née mcphail; mother

siblings : n/a

extended family :

amelia bones; paternal aunt, deceased

edgar bones; paternal uncle, deceased

gillian bones, née taylor; aunt via marriage, deceased

duncan bones; eldest cousin, deceased

graham bones; middle cousin, deceased

freya bones; youngest cousin, deceased

kenneth bones; grandfather, deceased

fiona bones, née adair; grandmother, deceased

children : n/a

pets :

echo [flammulated owl]

MAGICAL.

blood status : half-blood

hogwarts house : hufflepuff

wand : pear wood with a unicorn core 12 ½" and quite bendy flexibility

patronus : hedgehog

boggart : lord voldemort

amortentia : tba

BACKGROUND.

quick facts :

can perform nonverbal magic, and is working towards learning wandless magic as well

has perfected her felix felicis potion

orphan

early history :

the only child born to isla and malcolm bones, susan was named for her aunt amelia's middle name. a rather powerful and respected family in the wizarding community, it's no shock that they were sought after by death eaters during the first wizarding world war. most of the family wouldn't survive.

first year :

susan bones started her education at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry the same year as the famous harry potter. she shared a boat with seamus finnigan and hermione granger, and was the third student to be called upon by minerva mcgonagall for the sorting ceremony. there was an indescribable joy at being sorted into hufflepuff, the very house that her parents had shared before falling in love. the house that most of her family had called home while at hogwarts. during her first year, susan would learn all about the basics of magic and spell performance, like her other classmates. she was also present at the end-of-term feast during which gryffindor won the house cup breaking slytherin's seven year winning streak.

second year :

during her second year, susan seemed to develop a crush on the then defence against the dark arts professor, gilderoy lockhart, which caused her to be off-task daydreaming during his lessons. she participated in the duelling club, as a precaution due to the attacks that occurred after the chamber of secrets had been opened. the fact that lockhart oversaw this club was merely an added benefit, as was the discovery of a talent for duelling magic. if only she’d known how much that skill would come in handy in later years.

year two wasn’t all clubs and cute professors. when her friends were all petrified by the unknown creature (now known to be a basilisk) roaming the school, fear seemed hard to shake. for someone who had already faced so much loss, the thought that her friends’ lives were in peril was a hard one to shake. to say that she was filled with a sense of relief when professor sprout and madam pomfrey were able to cure the petrified students would be an understatement.

third year :

idk she was scared of sirius black like everyone else that year. i'll flesh this year out later maybe. maybe not. we'll see.

fourth year :

during susan's fourth year hogwarts held the triwizard tournament and hufflepuff's cedric diggory was one of the triwizard champions. she supported cedric in favor of harry, as he was in her house and her best friends were also strong supporters of him.

harry's death at the end of the triwizard tournament left susan with a lot of questions, though of one thing she was certain. barty crouch jr didn't kill her classmate. no, voldemort was back, and it was only a matter of time before the rest of the wizarding world began to suspect the same.

summer before fifth year :

it was in late june that the death eaters who murdered susan’s uncle edgar and his family escaped from azkaban. news that immediately set the bones family on high alert, and for good reason. mid july saw an attack on the bones household, with susan left the only survivor. she’d credit it to pure luck and her mother’s forethought, if you could even get her to speak on the incident. 

her father’s shout from the kitchen had given enough warning for susan to barricade herself into her bedroom. unfortunately there was already a death eater waiting for the girl. fortunately he hadn’t been expecting her to throw a punch instead of a hex. it was only that split second of shock that allowed her to grab for the portkey her mother had placed on her nightstand only a few weeks earlier. an emergency escape hatch of sorts. and it worked. susan successfully escaped to an alley behind the leaky cauldron. she entered and gave a fake name to tom, the pub’s owner, and asked him to send for amelia bones. it was only when her aunt arrived, having recognized the fake name as a previously agreed upon safety code for her niece, that susan learned that neither of her parents had been so lucky as she’d been. 

the following days saw her settling into a spare bedroom at her aunt’s home, her new home, and struggling to accept her new reality. still weeks later, the grief at her parents’ death feels as fresh as it was standing in the leaky cauldron. she only hopes this school year proves to be the distraction she so desperately craves.

CONNECTIONS.

bestie : basically her ride or die from childhood. ➢ 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌

[mortemhq]

[ ANONYMOUS SENT ... ] Do you see Jonathan Bailey or Luke Newton work for any character?

WHAT GREAT FC CHOICES! wanted connection-wise, either of them could work well as calypso's pureblood death eater husband! i could also see luke newton working as the eldest longbottom child. for canon characters, jonathan bailey could work as some of the canons on the younger end, such as euan abercrombie, stewart ackerley, malcolm baddock, owen cauldwell, jimmy peakes, graham pritchard, or kevin whitby. i could also see either of them as the following surnames: nott, bones, borgin, crabbe, diggory, creevey, greyback, krum, lockhart, mulciber, mclaggen, mcgonagall, pettigrew, prewett, rookwood, slughorn, travers, or ollivander. hope that helps a bit! we'd love to have them here!

[otunnicliffe]

Chloe + Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone

Chapter 3: The Letters From No One

'The next chapter is entitled 'The Letters From No One, would anyone like to read?' McGonagall asks. 

'Hogwarts letters, Gwen!' James turns to the blonde excitedly. 

'I'll read it,' Remus offers. 

The teachers pull up an extra chair up front and Remus sits down it, before taking the book and starting to read.  

The escape of the Brazilian Boa Constrictor earned both Chloe and Harry their longest-ever punishment. By the time the pair were allowed out of their cupboard again, the summer holidays had started, and Dudley had already broken his new video camera, crashed his remote control airplane, and, first time out on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches.

'Poor Mrs Figg,' Gwendolyn said, feeling bad for the woman. 

Both Chloe and Harry were happy that school was over, but there was no escaping Dudley's gang, who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon, were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader. The rest of them were all quite happy to to join in Dudley's favourite sport: Chloe and Harry hunting. 

'That Dudley kid is an absolute knob, isn't he?' Frank asked, and everyone couldn't help but agree. 

This was why both Chloe and Harry spent as much time as possible out of the house, wandering around and thinking about the end of the holidays, where they could see a tiny ray of hope. When September came, they would be going off to Secondary school, and even though they would be split up, it would be the first time in either of their lives that they wouldn't be with Dudley. Dudley had been accepted at Uncle Vernon's old private school, Smeltings. 

'I've heard of that school,' Gwendolyn says. 'They've got a reputation of everyone that goes there being stuck up.'

'Well I think this Vernon is helping that stereotype!' Barty chortled. 

Piers Polkiss was going there too. Chloe was going to an all-girls school, St Beatrice's and Harry was going to Stonewall High, the local public school. Dudley thought this was very funny. 

'They stuff people's heads down the toilet the first day at Stonewall,' he told Harry. 

'I started to get angry again, but then I remembered they aren't actually going there are they,' James whispered to Gwendolyn. 

'Want to come upstairs and practise?'

'No thanks,' Harry said quickly.

'The poor toilet's never had anything as horrible as your head down it-it might be sick,' Chloe chimed in-

A few people laughed at that. 

'They're both quite funny,' Arthur remarked. 

Then, she grabbed Harry and ran, before Dudley could work out what she'd said. 

One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley and Chloe into London to buy their respective uniforms. Aunt Petunia was furious, as St Beatrice's had a very strict dress code and had a uniform that needed following, so they would have to pay for a uniform for her.

'Imagine that,' Arabella remarked, sarcastically. 'You have to pay for a uniform for the child you are supposedly looking after!'

While they were there, Harry was left at Mrs Figg's. Mrs Figg wasn't as bad as usual. It turned out she'd broken her leg tripping over one of her cats, and she didn't seem quite as fond of them as before. She let Harry watch television and gave him a bit of chocolate cake that tasted as though she'd had it for several years.

That evening, Chloe rushed straight to Harry to tell him about her day (Honestly H, it was amazing, even though Aunt Petunia was sour all day!) and showed him her uniform. It was very big on her, as Aunt Petunia did not want her to grow out of her uniform any time quickly, meaning she would have to buy her a new uniform. 

'She's so petty, and for what?' Kimberly said, rolling her eyes. 

'I always knew she didn't like me, but clearly that's only grown with the years!' Gwendolyn scorns.

Later, Dudley paraded around the living room for the family in his brand-new uniform. Smeltings' boys wore maroon tailcoats, orange knickerbockers, and flat straw hats called boaters. They also carried knobbly sticks, used for hitting each other while the teachers weren't looking. This was supposed to be good training for later life.

As he looked at Dudley in his new knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon said gruffly that it was the proudest moment of his life. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and said she couldn't believe it was her Ickle Dudleykins,

'Dudleykins is the worst nickname by far!' Pandora remarked, wheezing from laughter. 

he looked so handsome and grown-up. Neither Chloe or Harry didn't trusted themselves to speak, or even look at each other. Harry thought two of his ribs might already have cracked from trying not to laugh.

'I don't blame him,' Sirius remarked. 'I bet he looked horrible!'

There was a horrible smell in the kitchen the next morning when the twins went in for breakfast. It seemed to be coming from a large metal tub in the sink. They went to have a look. The tub was full of what looked like dirty rags swimming in gray water.

"What's this?" Harry asked Aunt Petunia. Her lips tightened as they always did if he dared to ask a question.

'Oh how dare he ask a question in the house where he lives,' Andromeda scorned sarcastically. 

'Your new uniform,' she said. 'I had to pay for her uniform but yours can be done here.'

'Tight-arse,' Amos remarked. 

As she said this, she glared at Chloe.

The twins looked into the bowl again. 

'Oh,' Harry remarked. 'I didn't realise it had to be so wet.'

'Idiot,' Snape hissed. 

James heard and turned around furiously. 'He obviously wasn't being serious, Snivellous!'

Chloe chuckled at this, realizing her brother was joking. However, Aunt Petunia must have missed the joke. 'Don't be stupid,' she snapped. 'I'm dyeing some of Dudley's old things grey for you. It'll look just like everyone else's when I've finished.'

'Or here's another idea, buy him the correct uniform!' James suggested snarkily. 

'Doubt it,' Harry whispered to Chloe. 

'Don't argue about it,' Chloe warned him, equally as quiet. Harry agreed, and the twins both sat down at the table, and Harry tried not to think about how he was going to look on his first day at Stonewall High -- like he was wearing bits of old elephant skin, probably.

Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both with wrinkled noses because of the smell from Harry's new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as usual and Dudley banged his Smelting stick, which he carried everywhere, on the table. 

They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat.

"Get the mail, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper.

'Make them get it,' Dudley said, pointing a fat finger at Chloe and Harry. 

'He's been influenced by his parents so much he can't even say their names either!' Pandora quipped. 

'Get the mail, you two.'

'Make Dudley get it,' The twins said in unison. Aunt Petunia shuddered at this. 

'Poke them with your Smelting stick, Dudley."

'Encouraging the abuse, no surprise there!' Alice said, looking angry. 

They both dodged the Smelting stick and went to get the mail. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, and -- a letter for Chloe and a letter for Harry.

'This is it James! They are getting their letters!' Gwendolyn squealed excitedly, grabbing onto James's arm.

'Don't get too excited,' Remus announces, clearly having read on. 

'They don't get them here?' James asks, confused. 

'They get them, but they don't keep them,' he says, and James and Gwendolyn huff. 

The twins picked up their respective letters and stared at each other. Chloe felt as if her heart was twanging like a giant elastic band. No one ever, in their whole lives, had written to either of them. Who would? They both had no friends, no other relatives- neither of them belonged to a library, so they'd both never even got a rude letter asking for books back. Yet here it was, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake:

Miss. C. Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

Chloe quickly turned to Harry and looked at his.

Mr. H. Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging Surrey

The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp. 

Chloe watched silently as Harry turned his envelope over, his hands trembling. They then both saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, a eagle, a badger, and a snake, surrounding a large letter H. Chloe quickly turned hers over as well, and saw that she had the same seal. 

Before either of them could say something to the other, a noise came from the kitchen. 

'Hurry you you two!' shouted Uncle Vernon, 'What are you doing, checking for letter bombs?' He chuckled at his own joke. 

'At least he laughed, because that was not funny!' Peter said.

'I agree wormy, it was rubbish,' Sirius adds. 

Before following her brother into the kitchen, Chloe hid her letter under the jumper she was currently wearing, and kept its place by her stomach and her jeans. 

'Good idea to be fair,' Molly said. 

Harry just walked into the kitchen, still staring at his letter.

'Oh dear,' Gwendolyn said. 'I have a feeling its going to cause a situation.'

Harry handed Uncle Vernon the bill and postcard, and sat down, ignoring his sister's silent stares as he started to slowly open the yellow envelope.

'That's a bit stupid,' Gwendolyn says, a hint of exasperation in her voice. 'He should have done what Chloe did and hide it!'

Uncle Vernon ripped open the bill, snorted in disgust, and flipped over the postcard.

"Marge's ill," he informed Aunt Petunia. "Ate a funny whelk. --."

"Dad!" said Dudley suddenly. "Dad, Harry's got something!"

'Here we go,' Kimberly says, turning to Gwendolyn. 

Chloe put her head in her hands, she knew this was going to happen.

'At least one of your children has some sense, Potter,' Severus quipped at James, a sly look upon his greasy face. 

'Shut your face!' James seethed, nearly having to be held back by Gwendolyn. 

Remus decided to continue before things escalated further. 

Harry was on the point of unfolding his letter, which was written on the same heavy parchment as the envelope, when it was jerked sharply out of his hand by Uncle Vernon.

"That's mine!" said Harry, trying to snatch it back.

"Who'd be writing to you?" sneered Uncle Vernon, shaking the letter open with one hand and glancing at it. His face went from red to green faster than a set of traffic lights. And it didn't stop there. Within seconds it was the grayish white of old porridge.

"P-P-Petunia!" he gasped.

Dudley tried to grab the letter to read it, but Uncle Vernon held it high out of his reach. Aunt Petunia took it curiously and read the first line. For a moment it looked as though she might faint. She clutched her throat and made a choking noise. "Vernon! Oh my goodness -- Vernon!"

'Oh no, it's almost as if you knew this was going to happen!' Andromeda said, rolling her eyes. 

They stared at each other, seeming to have forgotten that Chloe, Harry and Dudley were in the room.

 Dudley wasn't used to being ignored. He gave his father a sharp tap on the head with his Smelting stick. "I want to read that letter," he said loudly.

Suddenly, Uncle Vernon turned and stared at Chloe, anger prominent in his face. 

James's fists clenched up.

'Harry, Dudley, get out, both of you,' croaked Uncle Vernon, stuffing the letter back inside its envelope.

'Why not Chloe?' Peter asks. 

'He knows she's got a letter too,' Gwendolyn said, her face white from fear. 

Harry stared at Chloe, not moving. 

"Let me see it!" demanded Dudley.

"OUT!" roared Uncle Vernon, and he took both Harry and Dudley by the scruffs of their necks and threw them into the hall, slamming the kitchen door behind them. Harry and Dudley promptly had a furious but silent fight over who would listen at the keyhole; Dudley won, so Harry, his glasses dangling from one ear, lay flat on his stomach to listen at the crack between door and floor.

'Now you,' Uncle Vernon seethed, turning his face to Chloe, as she watched him fearfully. She saw Harry and Dudley in the door, and that only made her more scared. He started moving towards her, before she was all way against the wall with nowhere to run. 

'I really, really want to punch this guy,' James cursed, his face going slightly red. 

'Give me your letter, if you know what's good for you!'

'Vernon-' Aunt Petunia tried to chide in.

'Shush Petunia!' Vernon screeched, and Aunt Petunia fell silent, fear evident on her face. 

James's face went redder. 

When Chloe didn't give up her letter, she slammed her small body against the wall harshly. 

Everyone was shocked. 

Then, his hand went round her throat, he started choking her.

'That fucking asshole!' James yelled, anger palpable on his face. 

'James, it hasn't happened yet,' Arabella said, trying to calm him down. 

Chloe's eyes instantly filled with tears as her breathing became unusual, partly due to her Uncle's abuse, but also due to the fear that was coursing throughout her body. A shaky hand reached underneath her jumoer as she pulled out the letter. Vernon's hand left her neck as he swiped the letter harshly from his hand, and Chloe fell to the floor, a crying mess. 

'So he just abuses women, what a little bitch,' Regulus says, a look of shock on his face that was mirrored with everyone else in the room, excluding the teachers. 

'Now get out,' He mutters, not even looking down at Chloe. 

Chloe didn't need to be told twice, as she opened the door to reveal a pale-faced pair of Harry and Dudley. Even Dudley could not believe what had just happened. 

'The fact that even he thought it was to far really says something,' Narcissa remarks. 

She slid past them and went into the cupboard, shutting it behind her not even letting Harry in, as she cried and cried and cried, having a panic attack. Harry tried to open the door gently. Eventually, Chloe had calmed down, and Vernon and Petunia had stopped their conversation, Dudley was still outside of the door, confused as to what was going on.

'Are you ok?' He asks Chloe, a look of confusion on his face. 

Chloe and Harry both looked up at him in surprise. 

'Better now, thanks,' Chloe muttered, but he heard her. He then went upstairs, muttering something about 'odd' and 'dad'.

'Are you actually ok?' Harry asked his sister, as he hugged her tightly. 

Chloe nodded, then said 'That was the most scary experience of my life.'

Later on that evening, Uncle Vernon did something he'd never done before; he visited Chloe and Harry in their cupboard.

'I think that asshat needs to fucking apologise for what he did!' James commanded, anger still present in his face. 

Chloe didn't even look in his face, the fear of him was still very much there for her. 

'Where's our letters?' said Harry, the moment Uncle Vernon had squeezed through the door. "Who's writing to us?

"No one. They were addressed to you both by mistake," said Uncle Vernon shortly. "I have burned it.'

'He did what!' Sirius remarked. 

'Do they actually get their letters in this chapter?' Kimberly asks, a sneaky feeling in her stomach telling her that they weren't.

Everyone watched attentively as Remus skim-read the final few pages of the chapter. After a few minutes, he looked up and shook his head. 

Groans filled the room, for some due to the injustice faced for Chloe and Harry, and other (especially in Bellatrix's case) because they just wanted this story to hurry up. 

At this, Chloe raised her head, and looked at her brother, both of them shocked. 'It was not a mistake," said Harry angrily, "it had my cupboard on it.'

'SILENCE!' yelled Uncle Vernon, and Chloe bowed her head yet again and tried to control her breathing before she had another panic attack.

'Asshole,' James said.

He took a few deep breaths and then forced his face into a smile, which looked quite painful. Harry was glad that his sister wasn't seeing it, as the sight enough would probably set her off on another panic attack. 

'Er -- yes, Chloe, Harry -- about this cupboard. Your aunt and I have been thinking... you're really both getting a bit big for it... we think it might be nice if you moved into Dudley's second bedroom.' 

'I mean they should have had the bedroom before anyway,' Arabella retorts. 

Chloe raised her head once again at this, and even dared to look at Uncle Vernon. 'Why?' asked Harry.

"Don't ask questions!" snapped their uncle. "Take this stuff upstairs, now."

The Dursleys' house had four bedrooms: one for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, one for visitors (usually Uncle Vernon's sister, Marge), one where Dudley slept, and one where Dudley kept all the toys and things that wouldn't fit into his first bedroom. It only took Harry one trip upstairs to move everything he owned from the cupboard to this room. He sat down on the bed and stared around him. Nearly everything in here was broken. The month-old video camera was lying on top of a small, working tank Dudley had once driven over the next door neighbour's dog; in the corner was Dudley's first-ever television set, which he'd put his foot through when his favourite program had been cancelled; there was a large birdcage, which had once held a parrot that Dudley had swapped at school for a real air rifle, which was up on a shelf with the end all bent because Dudley had sat on it. Other shelves were full of books. They were the only things in the room that looked as though they'd never been touched.

'They had TWO extra rooms and my children had to sleep in the cupboard!' Gwendolyn seethes.

From downstairs came the sound of Dudley bawling at his mother, I don't want him in there... I need that room... make them get out...."

'I'm sure he could live without two rooms for himself,' Molly snaps. 

Both Chloe and Harry sighed and stretched out on the two single beds that occupied the room. 

'You know, Chlo, yesterday I would have given anything to be up here,' Harry stated. 'But today I'd rather be back in our cupboard with our letters.'

'It's not our cupboard anymore, H,' Chloe told him, her voice almost void of any emotion. 

'Poor thing sounds so shook up,' Alice says sympathetically. 

Next morning at breakfast, everyone was rather quiet. Dudley was in shock. He'd screamed, whacked his father with his Smelting stick, been sick on purpose, kicked his mother, and thrown his tortoise through the greenhouse roof, and he still didn't have his room back.

'Finally he's learning that he can't have everything he wants!' Pandora mentioned.

Harry was thinking about this time yesterday and bitterly wishing he'd opened the letter in the hall. Chloe did everything in her power to not look at her Uncle. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia kept looking at each other darkly.

When the mail arrived, Uncle Vernon, who seemed to be trying to be nice to the twins, made Dudley go and get it. They heard him banging things with his Smelting stick all the way down the hall. Then he shouted, "There's another one each! 'Mr. H. Potter and Miss. C. Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive --'"

'He was stupid to think the letters would just stop to be fair,' Arthur remarked. 

With a strangled cry, Uncle Vernon leapt from his seat and ran down the hall, Harry right behind him. Chloe stayed in the kitchen, not daring to move, same with Aunt Petunia. Uncle Vernon had to wrestle Dudley to the ground to get the letter from him, which was made difficult by the fact that Harry had grabbed Uncle Vernon around the neck from behind. After a minute of confused fighting, in which everyone got hit a lot by the Smelting stick, Uncle Vernon straightened up, gasping for breath, with Harry's letter clutched in his hand. "Go to your cupboard -- I mean, your bedroom with your sister," he wheezed at Harry. "Dudley -- go -- just go."

Chloe laid on her bed, as Harry walked round and round their new room.

'Someone knew that we've moved,' Harry told his sister. 

'And they know we didn't receive the first letter,' Chloe adds, finally some emotion coming back into her voice. 

'Surely, this means that they will try again?' Harry said. 

Chloe sat up, watching her brother pace. 'You're planning something aren't you?'

'I have a plan,' he confirms. 'But I don't want you involved in it, he's hurt you enough.'

'He's such a good brother,' Molly coos. 

The repaired alarm clock rang at six o'clock the next morning. Harry turned it off quickly and dressed silently.

'Is this your plan?' Chloe mumbles, still half-asleep. 

'Yep,' Harry murmurs in response, as he left the room quietly and stole downstairs, but not before telling Chloe 'I'm going to wait for the postman to come.'

Chloe started falling back to sleep, when suddenly she heard Harry let out a shocked scream. She rushed out of her room and turned the light on quickly. To their horror they realized that the big, squashy something had been his uncle's face. Uncle Vernon had been lying at the foot of the front door in a sleeping bag, clearly making sure that Harry didn't do exactly what he'd been trying to do.

'He really doesn't not want them to receive their letters does he?' Peter asks, his face full of food once again.

He shouted at Harry for about half an hour and then told Chloe to go and make a cup of tea. Harry shuffled miserably into the kitchen behind his sister, and by the time the pair of them returned, the mail had arrived, right onto Uncle Vernon's lap. 

Both of the twins could see six letters, 3 each. 'I want --' he began, but Uncle Vernon was tearing the letters into pieces before their eyes. Uncle Vernon didn't go to work that day. He stayed at home and nailed up the mail slot.

'He really really does not want them to get their letters,' Pandora added.

'See," he explained to Aunt Petunia through a mouthful of nails, 'if they can't deliver them they'll just give up.'

'I'm not sure that'll work, Vernon.'

'For once, my sister is correct,' Gwendolyn states.

'Oh, these people's minds work in strange ways, Petunia, they're not like you and me,' said Uncle Vernon, trying to knock in a nail with the piece of fruitcake Aunt Petunia had just brought him.

On Friday, no less than twelve letters each had arrived for both Chloe and Harry. As they couldn't go through the mail slot they had been pushed under the door, slotted through the sides, and a few even forced through the small window in the downstairs bathroom.

Uncle Vernon stayed at home again. After burning all the letters, he got out a hammer and nails and boarded up the cracks around the front and back doors so no one could go out. He hummed "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" as he worked, and jumped at small noises.

'Sounds like he's starting to lose it,' Arabella recons. 

On Saturday, things began to get out of hand. Twenty-four letters to both Chloe and Harry found their way into the house, rolled up and hidden inside each of the two dozen eggs that their very confused milkman had handed Aunt Petunia through the living room window. While Uncle Vernon made furious telephone calls to the post office and the dairy trying to find someone to complain to, Aunt Petunia shredded the letters in her food processor.

"Who on earth wants to talk to you this badly?" Dudley asked the twins in amazement.

'Believe me, Dudley I wish I knew,' Chloe answered him.

On Sunday morning, Uncle Vernon sat down at the breakfast table looking tired and rather ill, but happy. 'No post on Sundays,' he reminded them cheerfully as he spread marmalade on his newspapers, 'no damn letters today --'

Something came whizzing down the kitchen chimney as he spoke and caught him sharply on the back of the head. Next moment, thirty or forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace like bullets. The Dursleys ducked, but Harry leapt into the air trying to catch one, while Chloe reached for the ones that were on the floor. 

'Chloe does seem to have more of a brain, Harry is very much like you, James,' Gwendolyn acknowledged.

'Out! OUT!' Uncle Vernon seized Chloe and Harry around the waist and threw them into the hall. When Aunt Petunia and Dudley had run out with their arms over their faces, Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut. They could hear the letters still streaming into the room, bouncing off the walls and floor. 

'That does it,' said Uncle Vernon, trying to speak calmly but pulling great tufts out of his moustache at the same time. 'I want you all back here in five minutes ready to leave. We're going away. Just pack some clothes. No arguments!'

He looked so dangerous with half his moustache missing that no one dared argue. Ten minutes later they had wrenched their way through the boarded-up doors and were in the car, speeding toward the highway. Dudley was sniffling in the back seat; his father had hit him round the head for holding them up while he tried to pack his television, VCR, and computer in his sports bag.

'At least Dudley seems to be having some kind of reality check,' Alice said, perpetually trying to find the positive in everything. 

They drove. And they drove. Even Aunt Petunia didn't dare ask where they were going. Every now and then Uncle Vernon would take a sharp turn and drive in the opposite direction for a while. "Shake 'em off... shake 'em off," he would mutter whenever he did this.

They didn't stop to eat or drink all day. By nightfall Dudley was howling. He'd never had such a bad day in his life. He was hungry, he'd missed five television programs he'd wanted to see, and he'd never gone so long without blowing up an alien on his computer.

'I'm sure he'll be just fine,' Narcissa scorns, rolling her eyes. 

Uncle Vernon stopped at last outside a gloomy-looking hotel on the outskirts of a big city. Dudley, Chloe and Harry shared a room with twin beds and damp, musty sheets. Dudley snored but Chloe and Harry stayed awake, sitting on the windowsill, staring down at the lights of passing cars and wondering....

They ate stale cornflakes and cold tinned tomatoes on toast for breakfast the next day. They had just finished when the owner of the hotel came over to their table 'Scuse me, but is one of you Mr. H. Potter? And Miss. C. Potter? Only I got about an 'undred of these at the front desk.'

She held up two of the letters so that they could read the two green ink addresses. 

Miss. C. Potter

Room 17

Railview Hotel

Cokeworth

Mr. H. Potter

Room 17

Railview Hotel

Cokeworth

'Those letters are persistent,' Regulus remarks. 

Harry made a grab for the letter but Uncle Vernon knocked his hand out of the way. The woman stared. 'I'll take them,' said Uncle Vernon, standing up quickly and following her from the dining room.

'Wouldn't it be better just to go home, dear?' Aunt Petunia suggested timidly, hours later, but Uncle Vernon didn't seem to hear her. Exactly what he was looking for, none of them knew. He drove them into the middle of a forest, got out, looked around, shook his head, got back in the car, and off they went again. The same thing happened in the middle of a ploughed field, halfway across a suspension bridge, and at the top of a multilevel parking garage.

'He's deffo loosing it,' Kimberly remarks. 

"Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?" Dudley asked Aunt Petunia dully late that afternoon. Uncle Vernon had parked at the coast, locked them all inside the car, and disappeared.

'See! Even Dudley gets it!' Kimberly hollered. 

Chloe just gave him a sympathetic look. 

It started to rain. Great drops beat on the roof of the car. Dud ley snivelled. "It's Monday," he told his mother. "The Great Humberto's on tonight. I want to stay somewhere with a television. "

Monday. This reminded the twins of something. They looked at each other surprised. If it was Monday -- and you could usually count on Dudley to know the days the week, because of television -- then tomorrow, Tuesday, was Chloe's and Harry's eleventh birthday. Of course, his birthdays were never exactly fun -- last year, the Dursleys had given them both a coat hanger and Harry a pair of Uncle Vernon's old socks, Chloe getting an old skirt once belonging to Aunt Petunia. Still, you weren't eleven every day.

'I know I should expect it by now, but I can't believe they won't even celebrate their birthday properly!' Gwendolyn lamented. 

Uncle Vernon was back and he was smiling. He was also carrying a long, thin package and didn't answer Aunt Petunia when she asked what he'd bought. 'Found the perfect place!' he said. 'Come on! Everyone out!'

It was very cold outside the car. Uncle Vernon was pointing at what looked like a large rock way out at sea. Perched on top of the rock was the most miserable little shack you could imagine. One thing was certain, there was no television in there.

'He's bloody mental!' Sirius exclaims. 

"Storm forecast for tonight!" said Uncle Vernon gleefully, clapping his hands together.

'That's not a good thing!' Xenophilus says, seemingly talking to the book. 

"And this gentleman's kindly agreed to lend us his boat!" A toothless old man came ambling up to them, pointing, with a rather wicked grin, at an old rowboat bobbing in the iron-grey water below them.

"I've already got us some rations," said Uncle Vernon, "so all aboard!"

It was freezing in the boat. Icy sea spray and rain crept down their necks and a chilly wind whipped their faces. Chloe and Harry huddled together to try and get some form of warmth. After what seemed like hours they reached the rock, where Uncle Vernon, slipping and sliding, led the way to the broken-down house. 

The inside was horrible; it smelled strongly of seaweed, the wind whistled through the gaps in the wooden walls, and the fireplace was damp and empty. There were only two rooms. 

Uncle Vernon's rations turned out to be a bag of chips each and five bananas.

'Thar's not even proper food!' Barty grumbled. 'He just has completely lost it!'

He tried to start a fire but the empty chip bags just smoked and shrivelled up.

"Could do with some of those letters now, eh?" he said cheerfully.

He was in a very good mood. Obviously he thought nobody stood a chance of reaching them here in a storm to deliver mail. Both Chloe and Harry privately agreed, though the thought didn't cheer them up at all.

'I have a feeling that will be proved false,' Gwendolyn muttered to James, who nodded in agreement. 

As night fell, the promised storm blew up around them. Spray from the high waves splattered the walls of the hut and a fierce wind rattled the filthy windows. Aunt Petunia found a few mouldy blankets in the second room and made up a bed for Dudley on the moth-eaten sofa. She and Uncle Vernon went off to the lumpy bed next door, and the twins were left to find the softest bit of floor they could and to curl up under the thinnest, most ragged blanket together.

'That could kill them! They could get hypothermia!' Gwendolyn chastised. 

The storm raged more and more ferociously as the night went on. Both Chloe and Harry couldn't sleep. they both kept shivering and turning over, trying to get comfortable, their stomachs rumbling with hunger. Dudley's snores were drowned by the low rolls of thunder that started near midnight. 

'How much longer until out birthday?' Harry asked his sister, desperate to take his mind off the cold. 

Chloe leaned away from him and stared at Dudley's watch. 'Ten minutes,' She then told him, her voice quivering with the cold.

'I wonder if they have remembered,' Harry remarked. 

'Doubt it,' was all that came out of his sisters mouth. 

'Five minutes now,' she told him minutes later. 

They heard something creak outside. They both hoped the roof wasn't going to fall in, although Harry might be warmer if it did.

Four minutes to go. Maybe the house in Privet Drive would be so full of letters when they got back that they'd be able to steal one somehow.

Three minutes to go. Was that the sea, slapping hard on the rock like that?

'Someone's there I'm telling you,' Gwendolyn says to no one in particular. 

And (two minutes to go) what was that funny crunching noise? Was the rock crumbling into the sea?

One minute to go and they'd be eleven. Thirty seconds... twenty ... ten... nine -- maybe he'd wake Dudley up, just to annoy him -- three... two... one...

BOOM.

Everyone was listening intently. 

The whole shack shivered and the twins both sat bolt upright, staring at the door. Someone was outside, knocking to come in.

'But who?' Came an almost unanimous call from the students. 

Remus shrugs, 'That's the end of the chapter.'

'What!' Gwendolyn and James screamed in unison. 

'We'll continue straight on,' Dumbledore assures them, secretly happy that they are all enjoying this book now. 

[cfaugust]

❛❛   susan bones .  ❜❜   ― 🦡 ― loading files…  

BASICS.

full name : susan lucinda bones

name meaning :

susan : hebrew | “lily of the valley”

lucinda : latin | “light”

bones : old norse | “river that runs through a settled valley” & “promontory, headland”

nicknames : sue, suze, suzie

alias : n/a

gender / pronouns : cis woman / she/her

sexuality : pansexual

date of birth : april 24

age : 18+

zodiac : taurus

place of birth : braemar, aberdeenshire, scotland

accent : scottish

languages : english, latin, gaelic

occupation : student/baker/teacher (verse dependent)

species : witch

powers/abilities : witch physiology

APPEARANCE.

faceclaim : abigail cowen

height : 5′7″

eye color : blue

hair color : ginger

dominant hand : right handed

glasses : no

MEDICAL.

mental : adhd, insomnia, depression, anxiety, paranoia, survivor's guilt

physical : n/a

PERSONALITY.

positive traits : empathetic, just, determined

negative traits : resentful, volatile, impulsive

hobbies : singing, crocheting, watching quidditch, baking, dueling, learning new offensive and defensive magic

RELATIONSHIPS.

parents :

malcolm bones; father

isla bones, née mcphail; mother

siblings : n/a

extended family :

amelia bones; paternal aunt, deceased

edgar bones; paternal uncle, deceased

gillian bones, née taylor; aunt via marriage, deceased

duncan bones; eldest cousin, deceased

graham bones; middle cousin, deceased

freya bones; youngest cousin, deceased

kenneth bones; grandfather, deceased

fiona bones, née adair; grandmother, deceased

spouse : verse dependent

adrian pucey; kelseywritesx

children : verse dependent

amelia pucey; daughter via adrian pucey [kelseywritesx]

tba pucey; son via adrian pucey [kelseywritesx]

pets :

echo [flammulated owl]

MAGICAL.

blood status : half-blood

hogwarts house : hufflepuff

wand : pear wood with a unicorn core 12 ½" and quite bendy flexibility

patronus : hedgehog

boggart : lord voldemort

ADDITIONAL INFO.

quick facts :

i play susan in an au where hogwarts letters are received at age 18 instead of 10, making hogwarts years playable without sacrificing my own comfort in not playing minors. because hogwarts threads are fun, and i deserve fun and comfort on my own blog. i think this also allows for further exploration of the darker elements of the source material

can perform nonverbal magic, and is working on learning wandless magic as well

has perfected her felix felicis potion

orphan

early history :

the only child born to isla and malcolm bones, susan was named for her aunt amelia's middle name. a rather powerful and respected family in the wizarding community, it's no shock that they were sought after by death eaters during the first wizarding world war. most of the family wouldn't survive.

first year :

susan bones started her education at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry the same year as the famous harry potter. she shared a boat with seamus finnigan and hermione granger, and was the third student to be called upon by minerva mcgonagall for the sorting ceremony. there was an indescribable joy at being sorted into hufflepuff, the very house that her parents had shared before falling in love. the house that most of her family had called home while at hogwarts. during her first year, susan would learn all about the basics of magic and spell performance, like her other classmates. she was also present at the end-of-term feast during which gryffindor won the house cup breaking slytherin's seven year winning streak.

second year :

during her second year, susan seemed to develop a crush on the then defence against the dark arts professor, gilderoy lockhart, which caused her to be off-task daydreaming during his lessons. she participated in the duelling club, as a precaution due to the attacks that occurred after the chamber of secrets had been opened. the fact that lockhart oversaw this club was merely an added benefit, as was the discovery of a talent for duelling magic. if only she’d known how much that skill would come in handy in later years.

year two wasn’t all clubs and cute professors. when her friends were all petrified by the unknown creature (now known to be a basilisk) roaming the school, fear seemed hard to shake. for someone who had already faced so much loss, the thought that her friends’ lives were in peril was a hard one to shake. to say that she was filled with a sense of relief when professor sprout and madam pomfrey were able to cure the petrified students would be an understatement.

third year :

idk she was scared of sirius black like everyone else that year. i'll flesh this year out later maybe. maybe not. we'll see.

fourth year :

during susan's fourth year hogwarts held the triwizard tournament and hufflepuff's cedric diggory was one of the triwizard champions. she supported cedric in favor of harry, as he was in her house and her best friends were also strong supporters of him.

harry's death at the end of the triwizard tournament left susan with a lot of questions, though of one thing she was certain. barty crouch jr didn't kill her classmate. no, voldemort was back, and it was only a matter of time before the rest of the wizarding world began to suspect the same.

summer before fifth year :

it was in late june that the death eaters who murdered susan’s uncle edgar and his family escaped from azkaban. news that immediately set the bones family on high alert, and for good reason. mid july saw an attack on the bones household, with susan left the only survivor. she’d credit it to pure luck and her mother’s forethought, if you could even get her to speak on the incident. 

her father’s shout from the kitchen had given enough warning for susan to barricade herself into her bedroom. unfortunately there was already a death eater waiting for the girl. fortunately he hadn’t been expecting her to throw a punch instead of a hex. it was only that split second of shock that allowed her to grab for the portkey her mother had placed on her nightstand only a few weeks earlier. an emergency escape hatch of sorts. and it worked. susan successfully escaped to an alley behind the leaky cauldron. she entered and gave a fake name to tom, the pub’s owner, and asked him to send for amelia bones. it was only when her aunt arrived, having recognized the fake name as a previously agreed upon safety code for her niece, that susan learned that neither of her parents had been so lucky as she’d been. 

the following days saw her settling into a spare bedroom at her aunt’s home, her new home, and struggling to accept her new reality. still weeks later, the grief at her parents’ death feels as fresh as it was standing in the leaky cauldron. she only hopes this school year proves to be the distraction she so desperately craves.

continued biography :

coming soon.

CONNECTIONS. (adoptable affiliated ocs)

tba : details. ➢ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 (𝟎/?)

[allthingsroleplay]

                          malcolm and minerva mcgonagall needed @ an AU marauders site, set in 1981 where the first wizarding world is only just beginning 

[decennia]

THE MCGONAGALLS

millie bobby brown & emily blunt & dame maggie smith as minerva mcgonagall

dan stevens as malcolm mcgonagall †

tom hiddleston as robert mcgonagall jnr. †

jamie chung as serafine mcgonagall (née lestrange) †

alex landi as frances mcgonagall

adeline rudolph as apolline mcgonagall †

[majorarcana-rpg]

Team A ─ Laurence x Malcolm x Kyle

Brothers take care of each other...

@homenum-revelio-rpg

[minerva--mcgee]

McGonagall with the Marauders #9 - In The End

She let out a deep breath and sat on the end of her bed, reaching up and rubbing her sore shoulder. Rolling out her neck, Minerva made her way closer to the headboard and laid down on her back and pulled a blanket over her. After a rather uneventful day, she felt more tired than usual.

Her eyes drifted closed and the night slipped away into darkness - until a few hours later, she heard a familiar voice whispering to her.

“Minnie,” said the voice gently, “Minnie, it’s time to go.”

Minerva opened her eyes and saw her husband Elphinstone for the first time in years. She gasped at the sight of him. The last time she remembered him, he was cold and pale, the blood having rushed out of his body. Minerva had been the one to discover him by the lake. He looked older than he ever had. But this time - this time he was young, like he was when they first met. He was wearing his best robes.

His hand reached out to hers, and she hesitated for a moment before taking it in hers. He pulled her up to him, their bodies touching. Minerva noticed that the pain that had grown to accompany movement over the years was gone.

“Phin,” she breathed, putting her forehead against his. They sat together for a moment, before he pulled back to look at her again.

“Minnie, you’ve done so well,” he used his hand to stroke the side of her face, “I’m so, so proud of you.”

“I’ve missed you so much.”

Silence. And then, “Are you ready to go?”

Minerva was confused, and looked around the room. She looked back at the bed and saw that he body was still laying, appearing to sleep peacefully under the covers. She waited to watch her chest rise and fall, but it did not. Her eyes met his again.

“Yes, Phin. I think I am.”

She caught a glimpse in the mirror behind him, and finally noticed that they both were not solid - rather, they were translucent, the clear appearance of ghosts. Like Phin, she looked like she had in her twenties, at her prime. She did not have the scars of war that not laced her body,  Something moved near the doorway of the room, and she saw the figures of her mother and brothers waiting for her. Malcolm and Robbie both had their shit-eating grins on their faces that she remembered.

“Headmistress McGonagall,” said Malcolm teasingly. “You’ve done well, sis.”

“The most feared and respected!” echoed Robbie.

Her mother, Isobel, came forward and hugged her. “You’ve had a long, full life, Minerva. You deserve rest.”

A crashing sound came from the opposite side of the room. “Oh! Sorry we’re late, Minnie!”

She snapped her head over and saw five more figures had suddenly appeared.

“Damn! We missed her reunion with Phin!”

“This is all your fault, Moony!”

“She deserves respect, Prongs - did you want to be here to watch her die!”

The suave figure of Sirius Black turned to great her. “Minnie!” he said cooly, “You look good, Minnie.”

“Oh, stop, Sirius,” said Lily, approaching Minerva. “Are you ready to go?”

Minerva felt herself truly laugh for the first time in many, many years. “Yes, I suppose I am.”

“Great!” said Nymphadora Tonks. “We don’t have much time down here - let’s go ahead and go.”

“Real smooth, Nymphadora,” said James Potter, teasing her. She turned to glare at him, but Lily stopped her. Phin turned back to her.

“Let’s go, my love.”

With one last look at her body, she finally felt safe.

The next morning, her room was found by Filius Flitwick, without the ghosts, and the peaceful body of the most renown Headmistress in the history of Hogwarts, with a small smile on her face.

[daisytennant]

( @malcmcgonagall​ )

Daisy corria em direção ao escritório de Mordekai quando esbarrou com algum estudante no corredor, derrubando o rapaz. Às vezes, ficava tão concentrada nas notícias que queria compartilhar com Grindelwald que se esquecia do mundo à sua volta. Ela se virou e foi ajudar o menino, que reconheceu como o irmãozinho de Minerva. “Mil desculpas, Baby McGonagall! Eu esqueço o quanto este lugar é lotado.” Disse, oferecendo a mão para ele se levantar.

[borkspoopybork-blog]

Do you feel it? Pulsing through your skin and bones the energy that burns in the wires you are made of radiating through your eyes.

[ivorydragoness44]

Dialogue Prompts from Movies/Misc. Vol. 33:

“We come in pieces.” “Peace.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t see that coming?”

“Not a big fan.”

“Another glorious morning.”

“When you gotta go, you gotta go.”

“Where’s he think he’s going?”

“Why is it always you three?”

“I know how to read a schematic.”

“Hold onto your butts.”

[ohdaigahara]

“Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.” - Nick Hornby