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milf!reader au

When Harry's being especially sassy and they feel like being real little shits, Fred (and George) jokes about becoming Harry's stepdad if he doesn't improve his behaviour.

Harry is TRAUMATISED. EVERY. TIME.

Harry regrets letting his friends meet his mom and he cringes every time the twins says something about his beloved mom, but he's glad his parents never heard them.

Like, James knows his son's friends have a crush on his wife and he's kind of proud of it, he likes to slap in their faces (especially the twins' because he knows them) the fact that he got to marry his gorgeous lovely woman and they didn't.

But if James actually heard what the twins said about his wife... Boy, Sirius would've to make space for a roommate in his Azkaban cell.

George: So Harry...

Harry: *internally groans*

George: Do you think your father can fight?

Harry: Fight who...?

George: Me of course! For your mother!

Harry: My dad WOULD NOT esitate to fight you, even without magic, if he heard the things you say about my mom. And she doesn't want any of you anyways, leave me alone.

George: Are you sure about that? Don't you think she's secretly into gingers?

Fred: I'm sure that if i try hard enough i can win her over with my charm and my jokes.

George: And she loooves our jokes~

Harry: You're fucking disgusting-

Fred: Hey, you better behave yourself, young boy. You need to learn to treat your future step-fathers with respect.

Harry: Oh my fucking god i'm gonna throw up.

I just know that Harry deeply hates them at this point, at first they were his friends but i can imagine the moment he realized the twins loved his mom more than him.

Harry: Hey guys, would you like to come to my house for dinner tonight?

Ron, Hermione and Ginny: Oka-

Fred: ABSOLUTELY HARRY WE WOULD LOVE TO COME YOU'RE OUR FRIEND

George: AND WE LOVE SPENDING TIME WITH YOU AND WE APPRECIATE YOUR COMPAN-

Harry: You just agreed because you want to see my mom, don't you?

The twins:

Harry:

George: NOO ABSOLUTELY NO-

Fred: Is she really gonna be there??🤩

Harry: No, because she and my dad are going out for dinner so i'm home alone.

The twins: ☹️

Harry: You know what, you two are not invited anymore.

Harry every single time the twins talk about his mom:

MILF!POTTER!READER SERIE:

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[httpvomitello]

Okay how about, a George x F!reader where we're dating Fred to make George jealous 🤭

Hello hellooo, i hope you like it! ♡♡

Playing With Fire .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: You had been hopelessly in love with George Weasley for years, but he never seemed to notice. And when you finally got tired of waiting, Fred—your equally mischievous best friend—came up with a plan: fake dating.

george weasley x f!reader

You had made a lot of bad decisions in your life.

But agreeing to fake date Fred Weasley?

That was possibly the worst.

"You’re absolutely insane," you muttered, standing beside him at the Gryffindor table.

Fred only grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders dramatically. "Love, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me."

Across the table, George was watching with an unreadable expression.

"Alright," Fred announced loudly, clearly putting on a show. "How about a kiss for your dear boyfriend, hmm?"

Your face turned scarlet. "Fred—"

But before you could protest, he planted a quick kiss on your forehead.

You groaned, shoving him. "I hate you."

Fred just smirked. "No, you love me. That’s the problem."

George suddenly stood up.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked, frowning.

"Library," George muttered. "Too much nonsense here."

And then, without another word, he stormed off.

You stared after him, heart hammering.

Fred, meanwhile, was beaming. "Well, that was interesting."

The next week was a nightmare.

Fred was having the time of his life, playing the role of overdramatic fake boyfriend.

George?

George was losing his mind.

It started with glares.

Then, passive-aggressive remarks.

And finally, full-blown jealousy-fueled chaos.

The worst moment happened in Potions.

Snape had just paired you with Fred—again—when George slammed his textbook onto the desk next to you.

"Partner switch," he declared.

Snape raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "No."

George gritted his teeth. "Why not?"

Snape looked bored. "Because I don’t take requests from lovesick schoolboys."

The class erupted in whispers.

Your soul left your body.

George turned bright red. "I am not—"

Snape gave him a look. "Do you wish to continue embarrassing yourself, or shall I continue my lesson?"

George shut up immediately.

"Five points from Gryffindor," Snape said.

You, on the other hand, were fighting for your life trying not to laugh.

Fred, of course, was enjoying every second of it.

"You know, mate," he whispered to George, leaning closer. "If you like her so much, you could just ask her out instead of glaring at me like you want me dead."

George went rigid.

You nearly dropped your cauldron.

Fred winked at you before turning back to his work, humming cheerfully.

It all exploded at the next Gryffindor party.

The common room was packed, music blasting, laughter filling the air.

You were standing near the fireplace, talking to Fred, when George marched up to you.

"Enough," he muttered, grabbing your wrist and pulling you aside.

Your eyes widened. "George?"

He stopped in a quieter corner, running a hand through his hair, looking completely wrecked.

"What is this?" he demanded.

You swallowed. "What is what?"

He let out a frustrated sigh. "You and Fred. This—" He motioned between you. "Are you actually dating?"

You hesitated. "Would it matter if we were?"

His jaw clenched. "Yes."

Your heart pounded. "Why?"

George exhaled sharply, looking everywhere but you.

And then, in a voice so quiet you barely heard it—

"Because it’s supposed to be me."

The world tilted.

You stared at him, completely stunned.

"What?"

He swallowed hard. "It was always supposed to be me."

Your breath caught.

"George—"

But before you could finish, he kissed you.

It was desperate, needy—like he had been holding it in for years.

And the moment you kissed him back, everything clicked into place.

When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing heavy.

"Please tell me I didn’t just ruin everything," he whispered.

You let out a soft laugh. "You’re an idiot, Weasley."

And then, you kissed him again.

From across the room, Fred watched with a victorious grin.

"Fucking finally!"

[cimerran-714]

The fandom likes to talk about how Ron was willing to let himself get hit by the Cruciatus curse in order to prevent Hermione from getting tortured. What happens afterwards, though, is that Romione shippers argue about how Harry hadn't done anything like that. After all, he was just asking Ron to shut up.

This, they claim, is evidence that Ron cares more about Hermione than Harry does. Or that Harry doesn't care about her at all.

I do think what Ron did here is very admirable, and there's absolutely nothing to critique about that. What I hate is how it turns into Harry bashing to justify shipping Romione.

First, it's important to keep in mind that Harry's comparatively more level-headed than Ron is. He's not as emotional & he rarely displays them openly (and when he does, it's in Hermione's presence, but that's something for another post).

As Harry wanted to figure out a way from the problem, he was getting disturbed by Ron screaming, which was affected his. concentration. Unlike Ron, who was reacting emotionally, Harry wanted to think about whether they would be able to escape the place. That's why he was asking him to shut up.

And that's a good thing. When you are in trouble and someone you like is getting tortured, you attempt to try and escape instead of getting carried away by your emotions.

To try and spin Harry trying to save Hermione into "he doesn't care about her" is a flat-out lie.

Honestly, if I were Harry, I'd be pretty pissed as well. Just look at it:

"HERMIONE!” Ron bellowed, and he started to writhe and struggle against the ropes tying them together, so that Harry stag- gered. “HERMIONE!” “Be quiet!” Harry said. “Shut up. Ron, we need to work out a way—“ “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!” “We need a plan, stop yelling—we need to get these ropes off—"

Harry wants to get the bindings off and work out a way. He wants to save Hermione, instead of just screaming to the void.

If even more evidence were needed:

Hermione was screaming again: The sound went through Harry like physical pain. Barely conscious of the fierce prickling of his scar, he too started to run around the cellar, feeling the walls for he hardly knew what, knowing in his heart that it was useless.

Her screaming "went through Harry like physical pain". And, also notice how he was "barely conscious of the prickling on his scar".

He's only done that once before, and that was when he was thinking about Sirius.

His love for Hermione is so powerful that he was able to block Voldemort out of his mind.

[vvanillal]

𓄹⠀𓈒⠀ㅤׄ Insatiable ꣑ৎ 𓄹⠀𓈒⠀ㅤׄ

Summary- After getting paired up with Harry for a project, things take an unexpected turn.

Warnings- Smut, Enemies to Lovers, Sub!Harry Potter x Dom!Reader, Degradation Kink, Exhibitionist Kink if You Squint, Dry Humping, Name Calling

Word Count- 3.2k!

Notes- This is the first fic I’ve wrote for Harry Potter! I’ve been a fan for a long time though. My request are open, so please send some things in. Any ideas you have. Should I do a part 2? LISTEN TO THE SONG ITS SO GOOD I SWEAR.

Potions class remained one of your favorite classes throughout the years at hogwarts. You found it quite fun, even if the teacher was Snape. Every time the question of what class was the best got brought up, your friends' faces would twist in confusion. Snape just added to the fun of the class, in your opinion. So that's where you were, in potions class.

“We don’t have many group projects in this class, but as the end of the term is approaching I’ve decided to assign one,” Snape said, his eyes threatening against any protest as he looked around the classroom. Whispers about who was going to partner with who erupted almost instantly. You turned around, eyes meeting with your friend. All that was needed was a nod in exchange to know the two of you would partner up. “Nope. Absolutely not. You and Mr Weasley are not to be partners,” started Snape, “But sir-” he looked at Potter threateningly, making him shut up before he could even finish his sentence. “Let see,” Snape's eyes scanned the room for a new partner for Potter, “Please not me, Please not me,” You whispered to yourself. “Y/L/N.” You groaned, your fingers massaging your temples. For some reason, you instantly got a headache.

You could feel Potter's continuous glare throughout the class. You see, you and Potter were nowhere near friends. In fact, you were enemies as established as it could get. He hated the ground you walked on, and you did the same. The two of you were friends in the first year, until he realized you were also friends with Malfoy. It didn’t end well after he asked you to choose between the two of them, and you weren’t going to do that. You and Draco had been childhood friends prior to that, meeting each other through your parents. After 7 years, you were still at each other's throats every chance you got. Apparently Snape hadn’t realized pairing you and Potter together was worse than letting him Pair up with Ron.

“Your job will be to test ‘unknown’ potions, and find out what they are. I’ve gotten permission from Professor Dumbledore to let you test the potions however you see fit” When Snape turned his back, a paper ball had been thrown your way, hitting you on the shoulder. You knew who threw it, you didn’t even have to look up to find out. You uncrumbled it and read the words. Meet me in the Gryffindor common room at 7:00 it read, with poorly drawn middle fingers all over the paper. If it hadn’t been from the worst person imaginable, you might have laughed. He wanted you to sneak into the Gryffindor common room, which was nearly impossible.

Once it was time to go, you pushed through people to get to Potter. Before he could start his way down the stairs, you grabbed his wrist. He turned around instantly, and once he realized who it was he pulled his wrist back and wiped in on his robes. His face scrunched up in disgust at the sight of you, and your touch. “Oh please, I’m not poisonous,” you rolled your eyes. “What do you want?” He says sharply. You held the note up, “Are you fucking stupid? There’s no way in hell I'm going to be able to get into your common room;it’s forbidden,” You say. You hadn’t even said enough to each other to be considered having a conversation, and your blood was already boiling. He shrugged, a smirk on his face, “That’s the point. You know I don’t care to fail one assignment, but I know you do.” You took a step forward, just inches away from his face, “When I get into that bloody room, you better have your ass sat and ready or I'll find you myself and test every potion on you regardless of the consequences,” You spat. His smirk only grew, “you wish,” he stated before walking down the stairs. You scoffed to yourself, and unclench your fist that were now causing crescent shapes to appear, from your nails.

You walked to your next class with only one person on your mind:Potter. How was it that he was the schools ‘it’ boy? Everyone was constantly on about his bravery, and sweetness, but he was quite the opposite to you. Apparently he only had a selected few he was an absolute dick to. You just didn’t get it. He was constantly making fun of you; so much that every other day someone had come up to you with something he was saying about you.

At dinner, he and Ron kept turning around and looking at you, or it would be just Harry waiting for you to notice him so he could roll his eyes. You would just roll your eyes in return. You scooted so that your friend was blocking you better, which meant you also couldn’t see Potter anymore. As you were having a conversation, another paper ball had been thrown at you, landing in your mashed potatoes. You looked up to see Potter and his friends laughing at you. You opened the paper once more, and found an image of you being blown up by the potions. Feeling in your pockets, you found a spare bit of parchment from an earlier class. You drew a nice picture of you choking Potter out, and threw it his way.

“I can’t believe Snape paired you and Potter up,” Said Pansy, chuckling softly. You nodded in return, circling your spoon around in your ruined mashed potatoes. “I know. It was honestly one of my favorite classes, but I don’t know about it now,” you sighed. You weren’t looking forward to working with him at all, but somehow it was one of the only things on your mind. “I just need the grade,” you reassured yourself, smiling softly at her.

When dinner was up, you shot up from your seat, not failing to hear Potter crack up in the back. You walked to herbology, finding Professor Sprout messing with one of her plants. “Well Hello Y/N, I didn’t expect to see you here this late,” she smiled widely. “I was just wondering if I could perhaps…borrow one of your plants for a bit of experimenting,” you ask, hands clasped together in front of you. “Well…I actually just planted this one,” she paused for a moment, “I don’t see any harm in letting you borrow it. As long as it comes back in one piece.” She handed it to you, and you quickly took it, looking at the watch on your wrist. It read 6:30. “No promises,” You managed to slip out, before closing the door, preventing you from hearing her response.

You packed the plants back into the school and up the stairs with only one question on your mind: How were you going to get into the Gryffindor common room? You didn’t even know where to begin thinking. You looked up and saw someone come out of the common room. Damn, if you were just a bit earlier you could have easily slipped through. You looked at your watch again, and it read 6:50. You had 10 minutes to figure out how to get into that stupid room. This made you hate Potter even more, if that was possible. You only had one idea in your mind, and there was no way it was going to work. You stood in front of the painting that was guarding the common room. “What business does a slytherin have here,” the person spoke with spite laced in their voice. “With Harry Potter. He wanted to give me something very important, you see. He said it was urgent, and that it couldn’t wait,” you tried. “With Harry Potter you say? Why should I believe a Slytherin,” they responded. You argued back and forth for 15 minutes, until finally, they believed you. You couldn’t believe it, and you almost let it show before remembering what it would cost you. “You have 10 minutes. Anything over and it’ll cost you.”

When you enter the room, you let your eyes scan your surroundings. This was your first time seeing the inside of another common room. It was nowhere near as cool as the Slytherin common room, in your opinion. You see Potter with a book in his hands, his legs sprawled out on the couch. No one else had been in the room. You clear your throat loudly, getting Potter's attention. He looks up from the pages in his book, and the color in his face drains. “How did you-” he began, “just shut the hell up and sit up,” you interrupted. He complied, sitting up and setting his book on the table. You were furious at him; like you always were. You set the pot down on the table, and then sit down beside him…as far away as you could get.

You began getting your books, and paper out of your bag, and he watched you intently. You felt his gaze watch your every move. He was silent, not making a single sound. “So are you going to sit there all day and watch me, or are you going to get the potion bottles?” you gathered all your stuff, and was met with his confused face. “Yeah, don’t think I didn’t see you go back to Snape's room and get the samples,” you scoffed. So he at least expected you to find a way in one way or another. He smirked, getting up from the couch and going to gather the sample potions. When he came back, he decided he wanted to sit a little closer than he was before. You eyed him suspiciously. “What? I don’t bite…not in less you want me to,” he said. “You wish something like that would happen to you, loser. I bet this is the closest you’ve ever gotten to a woman,” your eyes fall over his face. You never noticed the little scar on the right side of his cheek until now, not that it mattered. Your eyes met with his, and his eyes were dark with something you couldn’t make out.

You lined all the potion samples up, with Potter still watching you like his life depended on it. “Listen, I know you're about as smart as a ferret, but I'm not going to do everything by myself. But it doesn’t hurt me one bit to let your ass fail,” you say, mocking his words from earlier. His eyes darken even more at your words, and he unintentionally scoots closer. You raise your eyebrow, “weirdo.” You begin testing the potions on the plant. You had to let the plant absorb the potion, and then record what type of reaction it had, which reveals the potion. “Give me the fourth one,” you say, writing something down on the piece of paper. When you noticed he hadn’t given it to you yet, you looked up and caught his eyes staring at you. “Are you deaf Potter, I said give me the fourth potion,” you raised your voice, clearly annoyed. He jumped, heat rising to his cheeks in the process, “Yes Ma’am,” he said in a hushed voice. You felt your heart jump in your chest, and you couldn’t figure out why. He handed you the potion, his hand grazing yours in the process. His skin was hot against yours, but as soon as his touch came, it left.

Throughout the whole time, he was oddly quiet, only speaking when you spoke to him. You observe the plant in front of you, that now has wart-like bumps on its stems. You glance over at Potter out of the corner of your eye; he was staring down at his hands, rubbing them together. You then noticed he was sweating profusely, but it wasn’t hot in the room, in fact it was sort of chilly. “Are you sick or something? You have barely said a word this whole time. Usually you would be finding every way to insult me,” you said, still eyeing him. “I’m not sick,” he scoffed, arms crossing over his chest. “Then you can do the last potion,” you said, getting a side eye in return. He reached for the bottle on the table, and you noticed his hands shaking rather quickly. The cap to the bottle had been off, and you watched as the liquid swished to the brim with each shake of his hand. And then, he spilled it all over his hand and the floor. You stood up in an instant, you didn’t want the mixture to end up on you. “Are you kidding me, Potter? You couldn’t have done any better than that,” You rush to get some paper towels from the dispenser, continuing to nag on, “I should have known not to trust you with the simple task of transferring the liquid to the plant.”

You sit back down, and grab his arm, careful not to touch where the wetness of the liquid was. You rub the towel softly on his skin, letting it soak up the mess. “I mean seriously, it wasn’t even that hard,” you say. Lifting the towel from his skin, you examine his arm to make sure nothing changed. He could feel your breath on his skin, and he shifted uncomfortably on the couch, suppressing any noises from leaving his lips. “I’m sure you don’t realize how dangerous this could be. I mean how could you,” you run your hand down his arm, feeling for anything that you couldn’t see. Potter whined. I mean actually whined. You looked up at him with newfound concern, “Does it hurt,” you ask, your thumb now just rubbing circles on his smooth skin. He shook his head no, his eyes locked onto yours. You watched as a bead of sweat ran down his forehead, and onto his nose, his wrist still in your hand. You suddenly let go of him, looking over the rest of his body for any other spills. “Did you spill it anywhere-” but that’s when you noticed it. He was hard; A full erection pressed firmly against his jeans. He shifted uncomfortably once again, trying to hide it.

You stood back up, gathering your things hurriedly. “W-Wait- What are you-” he started, but you interrupted “I can’t believe you.” And then, you started laughing, and for some reason you couldn’t seem to stop. “I’m sorry… I just can’t believe this whole time, you’ve been getting a rise out of me being mean to you,” you shook your head disapprovingly. His face was filled with worry, his hands reaching for nothing. “Please don’t tell anyone,” he said. You stopped laughing, and you couldn’t help but notice the state he was in. He was genuinely a mess, his hair sticking to his forehead, his cheeks were flushed, and he was breathing heavily. He gulped under your gaze, his mouth going dry. Now, you just felt angry with yourself; because for some reason, you felt flattered. You don’t know what came over you; you found yourself walking toward him. He looked at you desperately, and for the third time, shifted in his seat. With every step, you could visibly see him breathe heavier. You stood between his legs, and you brought your hand to the side of his face, letting your thumb caress the side of his cheek. “Tell me how much you want me,” you said, watching his pupils dilate at your words. His breath hitches, his lips part, and he leans into your touch. “S-So bad- I can’t stand it,” his voice is feathery. “But it’s too risky, Potter. Anyone could walk in on us,” you smirk, enjoying the power you had over him a little too much. “They’re all out s-somewhere. Every last one of them. Please Y/N” he said desperately.

You looked at every detail of his face in that moment, in thought. You tangle your fingers in his hair, and pull at the strands harshly, letting your lips graze the side of his face. “You’re fucking disgusting, you know that,” You say. He nods frantically, whimpering. You pull his head back, exposing his neck, and in the process you straddle his lap. Starting at the middle of his neck, you lick a straight line up to lips. He moans against your lips, kissing you back immediately. His hands find a spot on your waist, squeezing you hard enough to leave bruises. You bite down on his lip roughly, a needy cry erupting from his throat. “I should have known a slut like you was enjoying this the whole time. Do you realize how dirty you are,” you say. You then begin to grind your pussy down on his clothed cock. You were so wet; apparently your body had the same reaction to him. “Yes Y/N,” he moans. “Good boy,” you whisper.

He was a moaning and whimpering mess under you. With each movement of your hips producing some type of response from him. “Take it off,” you command, your hands at the rim of his hoodie. He took it off in a heartbeat, making you moan at the sight. The abs you never knew he had were on full display. You ran your hand down his abdomen, continuing to grind your hips against his. He threw his head back on the couch, making no effort in containing his loud moans. “I bet you would have liked it if there were people here, huh,” you asked, grabbing his face roughly to make him look at you. He didn't respond, but you knew what the answer was. You felt his cock twitch in his pants as you ran your thumb across his bottom lip. His eyes are glistening with need, and now he was trying to contain his moans, biting his lip. He was about to come, from this little bit of action. “You’re truly pathetic, Harry. You better not come yet,” you warn him, and his eyebrows furrow at your words. “But I can't-” you put your hand over his mouth, slowing down your movements, but becoming more thorough.

You wanted to use him like he deserved. You brung his hand to your clothed pussy, and he immediately started rubbing circles on your clit. You moan, biting the skin on his shoulder. “Just like that, Harry,” you praise. You were close yourself, now grinding down on his fingers, which caused friction for himself. “I’m gonna come,” you press your cheek against his, and tangle your fingers back into his hair. He nodded in response. You crashed your lips back onto his as you came; just hearing the sounds and watching you unravel caused Harry to come too. He broke the kiss and let his forehead fall onto your shoulder, a whimpering mess. You both rode out your high, and once you were done, you collapsed beside him. It was truly amazing how no one had come in and saw the two of you. “I won’t tell anyone your little kink,” you finally said, still breathing heavily; he nodded. You stood up and fixed your top, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “What’s going to happen, Y/N,” Harry said. You walked over to him and placed a soft kiss on his lips, “Don’t worry about it. And for fucks sake, clean yourself up.” It had been way longer than 10 minutes, and the Gryffindor guard wasn’t happy about it.

I read one of hollowdeath smuts and it sparked this idea, so go check them out!

[dufferpuffer]

Longbottoms boggart wasn't Snape.

I mean you'd think this would be obvious enough - but people who hate Snape bring it up as their sort of trump card. "He was so bad he was a 13yr olds biggest fear!" No. He wasn't. Boggarts don't quite work like that. Boggarts are not themselves your worst fear - they make you FEEL your worst fear. Hermione isn't actually scared of McGonagall. (I'm sure alot of first years are scared of her though I mean she is strict and stern and a little scary at first.) Did she have some irrational fear of suddenly failing all her classes? Yeah, maybe a little bit - but it is BECAUSE she is scared of not being good enough. From the first book we see her struggling to fit in with her peers. She is muggleborn, she learned she was a witch so suddenly that she poured herself into being the most perfect witch she could.

Professor McGonagall, a stern and strict witch she respects, telling her she isn't good enough despite all of her best efforts makes her FEEL her worst fear. It has nothing to do with Minerva personally - honestly it could probably be replaced with Dumbledore or someone... its just she has far more interaction with Minerva.

SO - Longbottom and Snape: How do I know that Snape isn't his absolute worst fear? Because he still attends Potions every fucking week!!! Do you think RON could attend Charms if it was run by a spider?!? He can pass Snape in the hall, he can sit in the same room as Snape, he can even be teased and bullied by Snape. His parents were tortured to insanity by Death Eaters. Severus Snape is NOT his worst fear, that's stupid. Snape just makes him FEEL his worst fear - like McGonagall makes Hermione feel hers. SO what is Neville worst fear? I think the clue comes with him quickly saying that he also wouldn't want the Boggart to turn into his grandma. Inadequacy. Neville has never been good enough. He has low self worth. The tiniest bits of praise overwhelm him. He never wins any house points and losing some devastates him. He got his magic late, his family kept trying to tease it out of him, thought he was maybe a squib. He has a proud legacy to uphold and he is terrified he cannot. He is the worst potions student Snape has ever had.

Snape makes Neville feel inadequate. His grandmother makes him feel inadequate. But mix them together... and suddenly these two very scary people that seem to have such control over his life... look a little ridiculous.

DO you think Lupin is LITERALLY scared of the moon...? Or does the moon make him feel powerless and dangerous and inhumane? DO you think Harry is LITERALLY scared of Dementors...? Or is he scared of how powerless he is against the horrible way they make him feel - the trauma they bring up from the deep recesses of his mind?

Snape was not so horrific, so awful, so scary, so mean - that he as a man became Nevile's worst fear. He, like his grandma, makes him feel inadequate.

[wolfpants]

Yesterday afternoon, when I was in a bit of a frazzle getting ready to go out, the postie knocked on my door and delivered the most magical gift I've ever received 🥹

Not one, but FOUR gorgeous binds from @plor-bindery 😭

I am utterly blown away by Plor's generosity, skill, and attention to detail. These have become the most treasured items on my bookshelf... dare I say my home (don't tell my cat)?!

More incohrent gushing and pics under the cut...

Everybody Hates a Tourist

That colour combination! The texts-as-a-blurb! The magical burst of rainbows (and pineapples!)! And don't even get my started on the interiors...

The postcard picture - also found on the fic's banner and Spotify playlist - made me gasp. And each chapter has its own gorgeous illustration, and - god, can we talk about drop caps please?! And the texts?

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Under Giant Mountains

The foiling here is just *chef's kiss*, and that colour green is so gorgeous. The dragon! The quote! I also love the size of this one, it's so smart to choose a smaller format, it feels like a proper vintage book, like something found on Draco's shelf in his little cabin. Absolute perfection.

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In My Room

I cannot believe I am holding a bound Dron book in my hands 😭 And one with such thoughtful artwork, so true to the story! The record player! The chess board with the chess pieces, weed and vinyls! I want the endpaper for this one plastered on my walls please... it's so Ron.

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Kinkuary '23

When I opened the package and unwrapped this one last, I thought Plor had sent me a vintage book, but then after flipping through it, I realised it was covered in a modesty jacket 😈 Which I love, because again, it feels so... naughty and Victorian 😌 Picking that quote from the gay orgy fic is the absolutely cherry here. Brilliant! Inspired!

There is so much detail here I don't even know where to start. I love how each story includes its description, how each scene is separated with handcuffs, and... the index! Reading through some of my (quite frankly insane) tags had me absolutely howling (shoutout to "Draco Malfoy... is HORNY").

Here they all are, taking pride of place on my shelf. Honestly, the most beautiful gift. I can't even begin to explain what it feels like to hold my own writing, in black and white and on paper, in my hands. So surreal. I am so, so grateful. Thank you so much Plor, you lovely, lovely human!

[drarry-soulmates]

Thoughts on drarry

I didn’t like Draco before reading the books. In the movies, they just portrayed him as a bully so I didn’t care for him. In the books he def hits different. :‘V

I mean, he’s still a “bully” in the sense that he messes with Harry, but he’s not actually bullying Harry. He picks on Harry, in the same way you’d mess with your crush, and Harry can more than hold his own. Harry even scares him:

“Missing your half-breed pal?” he kept whispering to Harry whenever there was a teacher around, so that he was safe from Harry’s retaliation.

So… he was scared but so gay, he couldn’t resist becos this is literally the only way he could keep Harry in his life. x’D Imagine being afraid of your crush’s wrath but you just.. can’t help it lol >///<

And literally picking on Harry is the only way he can continue to talk to Harry because after the rejected handshake (and being in different Houses), Draco is too prideful to grovel for friendship. Harry basically condemned their relationship to schoolyard 'enemies’ who will risk their lives again and again for each other. Who’s mutual obsession becomes so obvious that everyone just knows that they look out for each other, despite outwardly acting like they hate each other. When other characters can see it, you know it’s real.

Despite being schoolyard 'enemies’, Harry absolutely falls for Draco so hard. Harry can’t ever stop staring at Draco no matter what Draco is doing (whether he’s acting suspiciously or just eating his lunch), and Draco likewise cannot stop watching him. Draco can’t stop talking about Harry either, in the same way when you have a crush, you can’t stop talking about that person. When i have a crush, i am talking about them literally nonstop. Every little thing your crush does is absolutely fascinating. That is Draco with Harry. Draco’s dad had to tell him to shut up about Harry LMAO. Draco not realizing how obvious he is being:

“… everyone thinks he’s so smart, wonderful Potter with his scar and his broomstick — ”

“You have told me this at least a dozen times already,” said Mr. Malfoy, with a quelling look at his son.

Like, bruh, just pls STFU XD it’s no wonder Voldemort became suspicious of his feelings for Harry:

"He did not come and join me, like the rest of the Slytherins. Perhaps he has decided to befriend Harry Potter?”

lmaoo.

And of course how Narcissa just assumed that Harry, a kid who she must’ve known wasn’t exactly friends with her son (them being on opposite sides of the war) would know or care to take notes about the whereabouts of her son in the middle of a goddamn war:

“Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?”

The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers.

“Yes,” he breathed back.

And of course she was right. Harry did know. In fact, both of them had just finished saving each others’ lives.

Yep.

Harry saved the life of a Death Eater. In the middle of the war. Against Voldemort.

At a time when the less Death Eaters there were, the better. Even Ron had thought Harry was being ludicrous for going back in the fiendfyre that Draco’s friend started in an attempt to kill them:

“It’s — too — dangerous — !” Ron yelled, but Harry wheeled in the air. “IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I’LL KILL YOU, HARRY!” roared Ron’s voice.

Harry risked his FRIENDS’ LIVES.

For Draco.

Draco, who had at this point, openly admitted to being a Death Eater. Draco, his supposed sworn enemy in school and outside of it.

Harry could care less about Goyle or Blaise, he was all about saving Draco. Harry didn’t even notice that Crabbe was long gone at this point LOL.

And right before the fire, Draco did the same for him. After Draco confronted Harry instead of surprise attacking him (knowing full well that Harry is too formidable in an open confrontation), Draco refused to let his friends hurt him as Crabbe was about to unleash a non-killing hex:

STOP!” Malfoy shouted at Crabbe, his voice echoing through the enormous room. “The Dark Lord wants him alive —” “So? I’m not killing him, am I?”

And then: “Don’t kill him! DON’T KILL HIM!” Malfoy yelled…

Draco NEVER yells. Ever. He is always so calm and collected (when he’s not obsessing over Harry). So this is honestly incredible to me that he is yelling….. He is straight-up panicking because his friends might hurt Harry.

And then of course in Malfoy Manor, even at great risk to himself and his family, he doesn’t reveal Harry’s identity. When asked if Harry was in fact Harry Potter:

“I don’t know,” he said…

Although he has no problem giving away Hermione or Ron’s identity.

Look, Draco, isn’t it the Granger girl?” “I … maybe … yeah.” “But then, that’s the Weasley boy!” shouted Lucius, striding around the bound prisoners to face Ron. “It’s them, Potter’s friends — Draco, look at him, isn’t it Arthur Weasley’s son, what’s his name — ?” “Yeah,” said Draco again, his back to the prisoners. “It could be.”

Draco had never been just another Death Eater to Harry. Draco was someone Harry had grown to fall slowly in love with over the years, despite their animosity. And Draco, for his sake, had fallen so hard for Harry, THE sworn enemy of Voldemort.

In the books, he and Harry are obviously hopelessly in love with each other. Countless passages showcase their obsession, including Harry’s constant thinking about Draco’s looks, like his eyes or his hair, or his smirks (Draco’s version of winking). Harry doesn’t think about anyone’s eyes as often as he does Draco’s (Ginny’s eyes we only know are brown.. What shade? idk, DRACO’S EYES HOWEVER). He knows Draco so well, which is shocking because they’re not even friends or in the same House. He knows Draco better than he knows all of his actual friends, except for Ron & Hermione.

He can read Draco so well, even though Draco is a pro at Occlumency because he had learned from a young age to shut down his emotions and present a cold, strong exterior. This again, goes back to his pridefulness due to his rough upbringing under Lucius. But Harry can see through that. And Harry is likely one of the very few that can. (On a side note, Tom Felton said that if Draco had been raised by Hagrid, he would’ve turned out much differently, even been perhaps a hugger. lol.)

Draco’s obsession, then, is even more incredible when you consider that he is actually really good at hiding how he feels. But with Harry, he just cannot for the life of him, hide it. You can’t help who you love, after all. Despite Draco’s obsession being more obvious because he’s just so damn aggressive with it, Harry’s tiny, shy expressions are utterly endearing…. like that time Draco was in the middle of an OWL exam and Harry merely *walked into the room*:

Harry distinctly saw Malfoy throw a scathing look over at him; the wine glass Malfoy had been levitating fell to the floor and smashed. Harry could not suppress a grin.

How adorable is that?!?!?! (from BOTH of them!!!! you’re really telling me that Draco went from getting an O to an E grade in his Levitation portion of the exam just becos of Harry lol. and Harry’s tiny little shy smiles aweee) *squeals* and what’s more:

Malfoy elbowed past Hermione to block Harry’s way up the stone steps to the castle, his face gleeful and his pale eyes glinting maliciously.

“Shove off, Malfoy,” said Ron, whose jaw was clenched.

Harry just stayed quiet. How gay is this scene? Like, a guy who’s blocking your path is a total romance movie trope LOL. I’m just imagining Harry standing there blushing. >///< Ron is often a cockblock, ngl (more on that in my analysis of DH). Harry’s personality in the books is pretty outgoing, and he most definitely has a temper too, towards others. But when it comes to Draco, it’s Ron that gets overly aggressive, even when Draco isn’t messing with Ron. In fact, often when anyone talks badly about Draco, Harry doesn’t. He does talk non-stop shit about Umbridge, Snape, or Rita Skeeter, but not Draco lol……. He hates Snape too, and often compares Snape and Draco, as he thinks about how he hates Snape far more than Draco lol.

Snape had emerged from the staircase leading down to his office, and at the sight of him Harry felt a great rush of hatred beyond anything he felt toward Malfoy…

Even though Draco messes with him far more than Snape does. He loves the attention he gets from Draco, so much so that once Draco has his own shit to deal with in HBP and stops messing with him as much, Harry takes to literally *STALKING* him with a magical map all around the school………….

Despite his determination to catch Malfoy out, Harry had no luck at all over the next couple of weeks. Although he consulted the map as often as he could, sometimes making unnecessary visits to the bathroom between lessons to search it, he did not once see Malfoy anywhere suspicious.

Lmao. Remember, at this point, he still had no concrete evidence Draco was doing anything sus. None of his closest friends who had both been witnesses to Draco’s supposedly sus activities agreed it was anything worth worrying over. But nope, Harry can’t drop it. It’s to the point where even Arthur Weasley knows about his crush……

“I think you missed something,” said Harry stubbornly.

‘Well, maybe,’ said Mr Weasley, but Harry could tell that Mr Weasley was humouring him.

lmaooooo. Arthur’s reaction to his baseless accusations towards Draco was hilarious. x’D It’s truly fascinating how the adults around them just know. Both Draco’s parents and Voldemort, just as Arthur knows for Harry.

The story of Harry and Draco is an accidental horribly tragic love story for both repressed gay boys who are too afraid to actually admit how they feel. :( Their untold love is truly the epic forbidden love story of the entire goddamn series. It had the best most perfect build-up and chemistry, and JKR just like, totally overlooked that due to her irrational dislike of Draco Malfoy for some reason. 😮‍💨

Welp, that’s it for now. I’m in the middle of getting through HBP with my notes. I’ll make a new post once I finish taking the rest of my drarry notes with the series. I still had a ton more to say about DH but i’ll leave it for once I’m actually finished with the DH notes.

[slytherinstag]

Yes Harry is OOC in Cursed Child.

I see this discussion across multiple social media’s, debating whether Harry James potter was OOC in the cursed child. I believe he was and I’ll try to explain why I believe that.

He’s not the only character that was butcher almost all of the adult characters (Ron, Hermione, McGonagall, poor Cedric etc.) were. And I think I know why. To put it simply: ADULT BAD! ANGSTY TEENAGER GOOD! The original series kinda did the same thing. Most adults in Harry Potter were incompetent or just couldn’t help Harry because Harry was the chosen one. Quite literally no other wizard could defeat Voldemort except for him. And due to plot reasons if there was a capable adult then a lot of their adventures would be stopped which would make a pretty boring plot.

CC didn’t seem like it was written from a place of loving or even understanding the characters and yes I do is that JKR wasn’t the only writer. It’s why the best part of CC is Scorpius because he’s an original character we know nothing about.

Let’s start off strong with the most infamous quote from Cursed Child.

To be fair, this isn’t a horribly intentioned as both sides make it out to be. Albus says that Harry not having a father wasn’t unlucky, kinda insinuating he wished he also was fatherless but he clarified he just wished that Harry wasn’t his father. Harry ‘sees red’ and says he wishes there are times Albus wasnt his son. Then he immediately takes it back but Albus takes his word to heart.

And honestly, I know majority of the fandom despise Harry saying it think he’s evil but for one moment I’ll defend CC’s version of Harry. Even if he was a regular dad with absolutely no trauma, Albus hurt him. When you became an adult you don’t suddenly lose all your emotions. Yes, if your son says he wishes you weren’t his dad that could hurt. He’s still human.

But to be totally honest it was still a shitty thing to say and yes it was out of character for Harry to say that.

An argument for why Harry isn’t actually OOC in CC was that he has ‘anger issues’ and his trauma causes him to lashes. Trauma effects people in different ways and that’s not how Harry’s trauma manifests. People with trauma react in this different ways and this is simply not Harry. ‘But in OOTP-’ Not even in OOTP did Harry ever say anything remotely as hurtful to Ron or Hermione, even when he was isolated and ignored in an abusive home he never says that he hated them or denounced them as friends but instead ranted about how much he hated staying at the Dursleys and how they were wrong about leaving him alone.

There’s a reason why many people refer to OOTP Harry as ‘caps lock Harry’ and that’s because he’s not usually like that. Although ‘caps lock Harry’ is my favourite Harry, he’s the anomaly, mostly due to the events of the graveyard and the wizarding world believing he’s a liar and his constant nightmares of that said event, he was also being forced to carve ‘I must to not tell lies’ in his hand etc. etc. Due to this extremely stressful environment it caused Harry to be agitated and constantly on edge.

I hate that the fandom has turned Harry into this hothead which he isn’t. A lot of Harry snark is kept in his own head, most of the times when he’s annoyed with Ron and Hermione bickering he keeps it in his head. I literally can’t think of a single time Harry has ever denounced his loved ones even when it hurt He isn’t vindictive and easily forgave those he loved.

The problem I have with the quote is that Harry Potter would never say that to his child. ‘But he had trauma-’ NEVER. He knew first hand how words could sting you from the Dursleys and as I said, Harry wasn’t careless with his words. His greatest desire was to have a family and when he got that family he suddenly started to be cruel because his son was a little shit? Not my Harry.

Apart from the the infamous quote Harry to using his powers at the Ministry to bend rules- this is behavior worthy of Lucius Malfoy not Harry Potter. Using his power at the ministry to strong arm Hogwarts (REMEMBER HOW BAD IT WAS WHEN FUDGE DID THAT). Insults Minerva by claiming she "Doesn't understand how he feels since she doesn't have kids". This is just insulting to Harry’s character. If there’s one person Harry respects the most out of the entire franchise it’s McGonagall, that was unwavering throughout. He even TORTURED someone for disrespecting her and yet they wrote Harry himself disrespecting McGonagall??? If that’s not OOC, I don’t know what is.

Also the fact that Harry repeats what fudge (an incompetent adult) reinforces that adult characters were written as incompetent for the sake of plot so the teenagers could have an active role which sacrifices his entire character and destroys any likability he have.

He also HATED his fame, in all seven books yet suddenly in cursed child he doesn’t. And he would never, ever bully his kids, wife, and McGonagall with his fame and into his shadow. Why the hell did they write that he liked fame?

Also it’s implied that Harry is prejudiced against Slytherins??? Since when? Didn’t the epilogue in DH show that Harry didn’t care which house Albus was in as Severus Snape, the guy Albus Potter was named after, was the most bravest man he ever met. But suddenly he prejudiced and acting like a literal monster and isolating Albus and believing the crazy rumours about Scorpius. (You’ll never guess who else and crazy and horrid rumours throughout all their years at hogwarts.) Genuinely who is this man.

Oh and the fact that Harry's scar starts hurting again. Which is impossible, since he is not a horcrux anymore.

Now let’s speed run the rest of the adult characters that were also butchered by CC.

Hermione Granger: Choose which sentence describes Hermione best: a) someone who will become the worst teacher just because she didn’t marry Ron, b) someone who is so dumb that she doesn’t even recognize most basic polyjuice ingredient (something she brewed flawlessly at 12), c) someone who stayed single forever because some boy she had a crush on (at FOURTEEN!!!) didn’t act jealous towards her. If you chose none of the above, give yourself a pat on the back. For the sake of the new main character she was dumbed down so that Hermione Granger the smartest witch in the whole franchise could be outsmarted by 14 year olds.

Why is Hermione’s success based on if she could date Ron. Are they seriously trying to convince that Hermione would never achieve her dreams if Ron didn’t get with her. Hard disagree, if the writers ever even tried to write a teen girl they’d know what it’d be a big deal at the moment fur her but she’d get over. As I keep saying she’s only 14!!!

Cedric diggory: one of the most kindest characters. He never felt resentful towards Harry that he had to share being a Hogwarts Champion, defending Harry against those stupid ‘Potter stink’ badges.

So honourable, even though he got there first was willing to lose for honour. Are you expecting me to read this and believe that Cedric Diggory would be a death eater because he was humiliated once… This was probably the second worst mischaracterisations of CC. The most honoruable man in Harry potter becomes a death eater due the most stupidest reasons.

Saving the worst for last: Ron. Ron is not a background character; he is not there for the funny lines and being a cheap caricature of what Fred Wealsey was.

Would Ron “I Am A Chessmaster & A Under-utilised Strategical Thinker, a child solider and ex auror" Weasley barge into a room WITH A WAND POINTING IN THE WRONG WAY???

Would Ron “I Got Poisoned To Death Just Because Of Love Potion Consumption” Weasley gift HIS NEPHEW THE SAME DATE-RAPE DRUG as a joke to get some girls for fun???

Would Ron “I Overcame My Insecurities And Am A Good Man" Weasley get drunk with Neville Longbottom at the pub and be a superficial idiot finding Delphi Diggory a “cracking one" type of attractive in front of his own family??? Siriusly, whhaaaaa???

I dont know what’s worse, the movies which gave all the good Ron lines to Hermione and other characters, and made him a lazy pig or the play, with their obsession of Redeemed Draco and his adorkable son Scorpius by tearing down Ron and Rose Weasley??? You tell me.

(Don’t get me started on Panju Weasley, I think this franchise just doesn’t know how to name Asian characters.)

[mrsbarnesxxx]

Bill Weasley x Malfoy!reader. Met at Hogwarts, dating since graduation. Bill brings reader home and Weasleys hate her/treat her like flour until bill snaps them they get to know her. End with fluff

Warnings: slurs/general unkind words (nothing too serious), fighting, angst, Bill being an absolute sweetheart

It wasn't easy growing up a Malfoy. Everything you did was under scrutiny. Everything was about blood status. Your parents barely spoke to you anymore now that you had "betrayed" them by dating Bill Weasley. You two had met at Hogwarts, you'd had classes together every year, and eventually, the two of you bonded about being the eldest in your family. Eventually, one summer day, Bill had asked you to marry him. Of course, you said yes, however, you were regretting saying yes to spending time with his family. You had gotten to the burrow yesterday afternoon and no one had said a word to you. Maybe they thought you'd be like your family, but they clearly weren't interested in getting to know you. They would look at you and scoff before turning away. You expected a bit of apprehension from them. Bill had told you this was the first time he had brought a girl home and your family didn't exactly help, but you hadn't expected them to be this bad. Over the last day, they had escalated from ignoring you to saying blatantly rude things. They would call you a blood supremacist, a snake, and all sorts of other things.

The second night you were there you had enough at dinner.

All of his brothers had been making subtle comments since dinner started, you'd expected one of his parents to say something, but it seemed they agreed with them.

"J'aimerais y aller, s'il te plaît." I whisper leaning over to Bill after his mother's latest jab.

"What? English is beneath you, princess?" Bill's brother Ron jeers.

"Alright, that's enough," Bill says standing up from the table. "All of you have been nothing but rude to my fiancee since we got here. None of you have bothered to get to know her or even ask her anything about her. You haven't even bothered to make polite conversation that anyone could tell was fake. What is wrong with you? You used to be the most loving people. I get the world is messed up, but that's no excuse for your behavior. Come on, let's go." He says, finally turning to me and extending a hand. I take it, offering a polite smile at his family before we leave the room.

"You have to understand that we never expected you to bring someone like her home." His mother exclaims. That seems to stop Bill in his tracks. He turns around to face his family.

"Someone like what? You don't even know her. You always said that you never cared about blood, but it seems you care about her's." He says. "Let's go."

He turns back to me, taking my hand and leading me upstairs.

"I'm so sorry, darling. I can't believe they acted like that tonight." He says pulling me into a hug.

"Bill, you can't be serious?" I ask pulling away from him. "They've been acting like that since I got here. You haven't heard your brothers' comments about my 'murderous heritage'? Or your sister asking me to pull up my sleeves to check for a snake on my left arm? Or your mother calling me 'one of those people'? The only person who has been remotely kind to me is your father and he just hasn't said anything to me."

"I'm so sorry. I should have paid better attention. I have no idea why they're acting like this." He says softly, caressing my cheek. "We'll go first thing in the morning, okay?"

"We can't go, Bill. We're supposed to be having the wedding here. In the backyard with your parents and the rest of your family." I explain.

"I don't care. If they're treating you this way, then they don't get to come to our wedding."

"Bill, they're your family!"

"And you are too." he says caressing my cheek. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want you to be the mother of my children, and in 16 days, you're going to be my wife, so that makes you the most important person in the world to me, okay?"

"Okay." I smile leaning up to kiss him.

As soon as our lips meet there's a knock on the door. We pull away from each other, Bill running a hand over his face before turning to his mother in the doorway. He doesn't say anything, simply looks at her waiting to see what she has to say.

"We're so sorry, Bill. We never meant to treat her like that...we're just...we're sorry. Please come back downstairs. We can start over." His mum offers.

I smile and take Bill's hand, "Please." I whisper trying to relax him.

"Okay." He nods looking at me.

I smile, interlocking our fingers before we head downstairs.

As we reach the table, anxiety fills my chest at what his family might say or if they never like me, but I know that none of that matters because I have Bill.

[hinny-canons]

@ginnystrophyhusband Microfics

May 7th: Side

Harry sighed, leaning back on the sofa, watching the scene in front of him with amusement.

"You can't build a House of Cards like that, Ginny!" Ron stressed for the thousandth time.

"There's absolutely no rule that says I can't get a chair!" She yelled back.

"It's not my fault you're short!"

Harry covered his face with his hands, knowing Ron was officially in trouble. That was one thing you never said to Ginny Weasley.

It was raining outside, and the living room was occasionally lit up by a flash of lightning. Since the idea of Quidditch was thrown aside, they resolved to Exploding Snap.

And now Harry wished they had not.

"We never should have played with you in the first place, you're a sore loser!" Ginny crossed her arms over her chest.

"No, I'm not!" Ron countered. He whipped around to face Harry. "Do you think I'm a sore loser?"

Harry stalled, hating to get involved in their arguments. "Uh..."

"Oh, don't ask him, he's obviously going to say no!" Ginny huffed.

"I was not going to say anything, actually," Harry said drily.

"What?" Ginny rounded on him then. "Then whose side are you on?"

"No one!" Harry stood up. "This is between you two." Of course, he had his opinions, but he was not going to voice them.

"Just tell me, is there a rule against using chairs?"

Harry looked to Ron and back at Ginny and made that rotation several times before answering. "No, there isn't."

"See!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Harry!" Ron furrowed his brows. "How could you!"

As their bickering went on, Harry resolved right then to run from the room every time they start fighting.

[chloe-skywalker]

Not Doing Good - Sirius Black

Sirius x Fem!Reader Daughter

Cedric x Reader (romantic-Past)

Warnings: Cedric's death

Word count: 688

Summary: Y/n had been in a very happy relationship with Cedric. Till the dark lord killed him. Now her friends are concerned with how she’s dealing with the loss of him. So they call in her dad.

Authors Note: I don’t normally write Cedric as dead because I hate that they killed him off. But this work really well so . . . sorry. It hurts me to.

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“Y/n” Ron greeted as the Y/h/c-ed girl sat down at the Gryffindor table.

“Ron.” Y/n greeted back with a quick nod, not really feeling up to conversation.

“How’s your day been?” Hermione tried asking hoping to get a conversation going with Y/n.

“Okay I guess.” Y/n shrugged not looking up from her plate.

“You wanna go to hogsmead with us this weekend?” Hermione asked hopeful that maybe she’d join them this time, instead of staying in her room at Hogwarts.

“I don’t think so guys.” She gave them a tight lipped smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Please Y/n/n. Don’t make me go with them alone.” Hermione pleaded, trying to get her out with them.

“I don’t want to dampen the mood.” Y/n shook her head.

“You wouldn’t, Y/n. You never could.” Hermione argued back.

“Okay.” Y/n gave in, knowing they wouldn’t stop if she didn’t.

“We’ll have fun.” Hermione smiled, hoping to lift her friends spirits.

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“She hasn’t gotten better.” Harry stated, worried for his friend. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all snuck off after dinner to talk alone. They were worried about Y/n.

“She just can’t seem to move on from Cedric.” Ron said, shaking his head sadly.

“I don’t think she’ll ever move on from him. I do think she can move forward. But she’s not.” Hermione told the boys. The 3 were trying to come up with some way to help Y/n.

“How do we help her?” Ron asked out loud, hoping they had an idea because he didn’t.

“I think we can only do what we’ve been doing. She has happy moments, and I think that's the best thing we can keep doing.” Hermione hated that they couldn't really do more than they already were.

“Maybe we should contact Sirius?” Harry hoped maybe bringing Sirius in on what's been going on with Y/n he could help. He is her father after all.

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@ Hogsmead

It was finally time for the trip to Hosmead. It gave Harry, Ron, and Hermione some hope when Y/n was ready before them. Getting to hogsmead didn’t take long. The group of four were joking and laughing, even Y/n was a little. That was till they saw Sirius.

“I’m gonna go see my brothers.” Ron excused himself. Not wanting to intrude on the father daughter moment that was going to happen.

“I need a new quil and ink.” Harry excused himself also. Wanting to give them privacy.

“It’ll be okay. But you need to talk and we think he might be able to help.” Hermione smiled reassuringly before she to left the father and daughter alone.

“y/n/n.” Sirius walked up to his daughter, after getting the letter from Harry Sirius was very concerned for her.

“Dad.” Y/n whimpered out with tears in her eye’s, she had missed him a lot especially with dealing with the loss of Cedric.

“Come her honey.” Sirius opened his arms and y/n ran into them. Holding her tightly Sirius rocked her softly.

“It’ll get easier sweetheart. I promise.” He knew all about what happened and he felt for his daughter. In the short time he’s been back in her life he saw how in love Y/n and Cedric were. How they had a future planned out together. One that had died with cedric that night.

“I’m not doing good, Daddy. I miss him.” Y/n sobbed gripping onto him tightly, staining his clothes with her tears.

“I know sweety. I know.” Sirius kissed the top of her head.

It would take time for her to heal from this loss and in truth he was absolutely sure that she would never fully heal from it.

Cedric will always have a place with her that can never be filled again but Sirius hoped she’d let someone else in in the future.

Cedric would always watch over her, it hurt him to watch from beyond how much his death was affecting her. But he wanted her to be happy and move on. They’d see each other again.

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[httpvomitello]

hello can you please do enemies to lovers trope please and thank you and have a good day and week

Fred weasley x y/n jealousy version

Hermione and Ron and Harry hanging with y/n and Harry and Ron noticed how Fred kept staring but quickly noticed he got caught and Hermione noticed too and later on after dinner y/n was drawing by the window and Fred came up to her and talked and he watched her draw then she kissed him and after they just hanged

Hello, hellooo. I hope you like it ~ ♡

Surprises and trouble .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: You and Fred Weasley had a… complicated relationship. At best, it was a rivalry—at worst, an all-out war. Banter, pranks, and witty comebacks were practically a language you both spoke fluently. But somewhere between the teasing and the bickering, something else simmered beneath the surface.

fred weasley x f!reader

Fred Weasley was annoying.

You weren’t sure what exactly made him so insufferable—the endless pranks, the smug smirk, or the fact that he always seemed one step ahead of you. Whatever it was, you had spent years locked in an ongoing game of “who can drive the other mad first.”

At this point, it was tradition.

Which was why Hermione, Ron, and Harry were very confused when they caught Fred watching you across the common room.

“He’s staring again,” Harry muttered.

Ron glanced over his shoulder. Sure enough, Fred was sitting on the opposite side of the room, arms crossed, brow furrowed slightly, watching you as you animatedly talked with Hannah.

“Blimey,” Ron said. “That’s the third time today.”

Hermione, who had definitely noticed, hummed knowingly. “I think I know what’s going on.”

Ron scoffed. “Yeah? He’s plotting something. Probably a prank.”

Harry frowned. “Then why’d he look away so fast when he noticed we caught him?”

Ron turned back just in time to see Fred abruptly snap his gaze away, suddenly very interested in a loose thread on his sleeve.

Hermione smirked. “Because, Ronald… Fred doesn’t want to be caught staring at her.”

Ron choked on his pumpkin juice. “Oh, no way.”

Harry, who had also noticed the way Fred got oddly quiet whenever you were around, exchanged a look with Hermione. “Oh, way.”

Ron, in pure disbelief, turned to look at you again. You were laughing at something Hannah said, eyes crinkling, completely unaware of the absolute crisis happening across the room.

“I don’t believe it,” Ron muttered. “He hates her.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “People don’t look at people they hate like that, Ronald.”

Ron didn’t get it. Neither did Harry.

But Hermione did.

Later that night, long after dinner, you sat by the window, sketchbook open, pencil gliding across the page.

It was quiet. Peaceful. The only sounds were the crackling fireplace and the occasional flipping of a page from a student finishing their homework.

And then, of course, he showed up.

Fred leaned against the window frame, arms crossed. “Didn’t peg you for the artistic type.”

You sighed. “Didn’t peg you for the nosy type.”

He smirked. “Oh, love, you wound me. I live to be nosy.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t tell him to leave. Which was weird, considering you usually sent him away with a sarcastic quip.

Fred, sensing the shift, hesitated for a moment before moving to sit beside you. His eyes flickered to your sketchbook, where half-finished drawings filled the pages—portraits, landscapes, doodles of things that must have caught your eye throughout the day.

“You’re good,” he admitted, surprising himself.

You glanced at him. “That almost sounded like a compliment.”

Fred grinned. “What can I say? I’m full of surprises.”

You snorted. “Yeah. Surprises and trouble.”

The conversation lulled. Fred found himself watching you as you focused back on your drawing. The way your brow furrowed slightly, the way your lips parted as you concentrated—it was mesmerizing in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with the rivalry you two had built.

“Why were you staring at me earlier?” you asked suddenly, not looking up from your sketchbook.

Fred blinked. “What?”

“Before dinner, ” you clarified, turning to face him. “You were staring. Why?”

Fred swallowed. He could lie—shrug it off, make a joke. But something in your gaze told him you’d know.

So, instead, he did something stupid.

He kissed you.

It was sudden, unexpected, but the second his lips touched yours, you felt the warmth spread from your chest to your fingertips.

And what was even more unexpected? You kissed him back.

When you finally pulled away, Fred was staring at you, wide-eyed. “That—”

You cut him off with a smirk. “That almost sounded like you like me.”

Fred scoffed, but his ears were turning red. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, love.”

But the grin tugging at his lips told you everything you needed to know.

And as the two of you sat there, stealing glances and not bickering for the first time in forever, you realized something.

Fred Weasley was still annoying.

[yearofthesnape]

Meta: Is Snape a Good Teacher?

The complicated thing about teaching is that to be good at it, you need to be good at several smaller skills: 1) subject competency, 2) communication of facts, 3) rapport with students, 4) organization, 5) safeguarding students, 6) establishing consistent and fair expectations for classroom conduct, 7) enforcing those expectations on the spot in class, 8) giving learners feedback, 9) having reasonable expectations of students' skills and knowledge. Among other things.

Snape's teaching skills: I think we all agree that Snape is really good at subject competency. HBP establishes that strongly, and so does Umbridge's rare praise that the class seems up to snuff in OotP. Snape's communication of facts seems good as well; Ernie MacMillan praises his lesson in HBP, and Snape's students have a high proportion of passing the classes well. Also, no one needs Remedial Potions; it's unheard-of that Harry is rumored to do so (and, although he hates Potions, he passes the subject with an E). Organization is something Snape takes very seriously; his competency at it is supported by the O.W.L. examiners' independent verification that he has covered what he should have covered in class, and his students are never heard complaining that they don't know what they're supposed to be doing or saying that they never learned about some important potion in class. His expectations for student conduct (as opposed to knowledge/skills) seem to be fairly reasonable to me; students should be on time, not fight with each other physically, not talk out of turn, not insult the teacher... pretty standard stuff.

Snape's teaching weaknesses: Snape's rapport is absolutely abysmal, and he truly does not seem to be trying to improve it. This could be because poor rapport is part of an act to maintain his cover, as a Death Eater who makes all the Muggleborns at school feel good is not a very convincing Death Eater. It's also true that when students like you, they take up more time (see Harry seeking out Lupin to ask him questions), and time is something Snape has in short supply. Additionally, Snape may simply not understand that rapport is a requirement, as no one has ever bothered with establishing rapport with him and he turned out jUsT fInE!

Possible areas of dispute:

I think Snape is great at safeguarding students, given the dangerous discipline he works with. When something goes wrong with a potion, he has the antidote on hand, and he frequently provides emergency care to people like Katie Bell. But I suppose one might argue that students do get sent to the Hospital Wing from his class.

His expectations for student knowledge are admittedly high, but I don't think it's unreasonably so; Harry and Ron aren't the most shining examples of academic work, but they mostly seem to complain there's a lot of Potions work, not that they don't know how to do it. Neville is not good at most subjects, not just Snape's. Snape's only example of unfair questioning is the first class with Harry, and even then, as others have pointed out, he's asking questions it would be possible for a first-year student with only the textbook to answer.

Snape's grading methods are also generally on the strict side, but still fair. I can't find the post right now, but I believe it was @lilithofpenandbook who pointed out that in the British system, getting a zero for a day's exercise is frustrating but has no real effect on your academic career, as grades are meant to direct you to the areas which need work. So Snape's most egregious offence of breaking Harry's potion in OotP is (while unjust) not going to destroy Harry. Harry rather dramatically thinks Snape's going to fail him at various points, but Snape doesn't, which should put that to rest. Others have also observed that the grades seem to have the intended effect of motivating Harry to put Potions work above other things. As for his other feedback, Snape (though harsh) always ensures his students know exactly which step they missed.

I also think Snape punishes reasonably for Hogwarts. The things which spark his punishments are (aside from Harry's tiny deductions the first day) generally reasonable, though to be fair, he ought to give them to Slytherins too. (The fact that the Slytherins still bother to try to hide their misdeeds implies he probably does punish the Slytherins in some way, as has been mentioned. Also, the information that Snape favors Slytherins comes exclusively from Gryffindors; when Ron confidently asserts this is so, he has no source but his Gryffindor brothers from which he could have gotten this information.) The punishments themselves are usually within reason, too; 10 House points is the amount given by other teachers for answering a question correctly, so removing 10 points for being late isn't as bad as it sounds. There are the infamous detentions where Neville disembowels horned toads and Ron pickles rat brains. These are unpleasant, but not life-threatening, and (as an elusive post has pointed out) "horned toads," also called horntoads, are in fact lizards that look nothing like toads, so Neville isn't harming Trevor lookalikes. Ron is harming Scabbers lookalikes, possibly, so I could see faulting Snape more for that, although since Harry has to do it too, it seems more like an unfortunate coincidence. I still think that, in the scope of the other life- and sanity-threatening punishments at Hogwarts (getting sent to the Forest to track a twisted killer because you missed curfew; getting turned into a ferret and bounced because you got into a fight; getting locked out of safety to possibly face a murderer because you wrote down your password...), Snape's aren't too bad. But he could do better on the emotional side.

Concluding estimation

Snape is not a perfect teacher, especially when it comes to providing his students with emotional support, but in terms of more quantifiable outcomes like physical endangerment, student academic success, organization, and maintenance of appropriately high standards, he succeeds. It's interesting to note that in this way, he's almost the exact opposite of Lupin. As to whether this makes him a better teacher — I think that depends. Students need different things from their teachers. Perhaps, in the end, a good teacher is always in the eye of the beholder.

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What do you think about Severus's "obsession" with Lily that Snaters always use as an argument? It's so frustrating that they're constantly portraying him as a creepy stalker or an incel

People will make up any nonsense to hate on Severus, and if that nonsense paints him as a sexual deviant, even better, because it gives them the perfect excuse to stick to their prejudices and outright condemn him. But the reality is that Severus was neither an incel nor a stalker, and that’s what I’m going to make clear from the start, because I’m done with terms and behaviors being twisted for convenience and confusing fiction with reality.

First, Severus never, ever, confessed his feelings to Lily. In fact, it’s Rowling who confirms he was in love with her; within the books, romantic love is never explicitly mentioned. What we see is that they were friends since childhood and that Severus clearly had a deep attachment to Lily. But that attachment can easily be explained by the fact that Severus was a child from a terribly violent and dysfunctional environment, who was alone, and Lily was probably the first person to treat him kindly and offer him affection. That, for a child with severe emotional neglect, creates an immense emotional attachment to the person who finally provides some comfort and love. And that’s not the behavior of someone who is sexually unwell; it’s completely normal behavior for people with avoidant or disorganized attachment styles due to family dynamics. You could even interpret it as something purely platonic, but it’s clear that Rowling had a different idea, so we accept it if she wants (or wanted) it to be romantic.

Fine, starting from there, the reality is—as I’ve said—that he never confesses, never puts her on the spot to go out with him, never tells her he’ll hurt someone if she doesn’t date him (cough unlike James Potter cough cough), and when Lily cuts ties with him, he accepts it, and apparently, they never speak again. Severus doesn’t become bitter towards women because of that. He doesn’t specifically hate women because his best friend/crush told him to get lost. First, because she didn’t reject him romantically—Lily ended their friendship due to political differences, not emotional ones—so the incel narrative of being rejected by women doesn’t apply, as this wasn’t an emotional or sexual rejection. Second, because Severus does not hate women. In fact, throughout the series, we see him interact much better with girls than with boys. Yes, he’s harsh with Hermione, but his treatment of her, despite everything (despite everything, I repeat), is much softer than his treatment of Harry, Neville, or Ron. He has a cordial relationship with McGonagall, and we can infer he had a rather close relationship with Narcissa from the scene in HBP where she even seems to know how to easily find his house, and from the way they speak to each other.

There is no evidence that Severus harbored anything specifically against women, either before or after Lily. This image created in fanfiction to make him the absolute villain is absurd because it contradicts canon. In the canon, we see Severus constantly triggered and having direct, very violent confrontations with various male characters—it’s not the same with female ones. Severus’s abusers throughout his life have always been men (his father, James, Sirius...), and not just any men, but men who represented hegemonic, toxic masculinity. It’s with them that he has active conflicts, not women. The incel theory falls apart on its own.

Now onto the stalking. When? I mean, Severus and Lily were friends who spent time together not because he followed her around, but because they had a friendship dating back to before Hogwarts, and to top it off, they lived near each other. Let’s go back to the fact that Lily tells him to get lost, and Severus leaves. He doesn’t insist. He doesn’t pressure her. He accepts her words and leaves. The scene where he goes to the Potters’ house after Voldemort’s attack is something that happens in the movies, not in the book canon. As far as we know, he wasn’t even aware that the prophecy would involve Lily until Voldemort chose the Potters as his targets. So we can assume Severus wasn’t stewing over Lily all those years—he was busy with his own messes, not chasing her everywhere. That’s not the behavior of a stalker, and I’m sorry, but caring about someone who was basically the most important person in your life during your childhood and teenage years and not wanting them to be killed—even if it’s been years since you spoke—isn’t obsessive; it’s just being human.

I mean, think about a friend you had in school or university with whom you shared some of your best moments, and then suddenly, years after losing touch, someone is going to kill them. Would your logical reaction really not be to try and do something? It’s crazy to say that’s weird or out of place.

Lastly, let’s address the “obsession.” I don’t know if the problem is that the people who repeat this mantra have never lost someone violently and don’t understand grief and trauma or what, but I’ve lost several people in my life, and to this day, many years later, every time something reminds me of them, I cry, or my mood just plummets. Because the wounds of loss don’t heal; you learn to live with them, but they don’t close. Anyone who has experienced that kind of loss—that sudden, premature loss—knows it. Severus isn’t obsessed with Lily. Severus feels guilty for having played a part in Lily’s death, and he feels terribly guilty.

What drives him isn’t obsessive love; it’s guilt, it’s grief. It’s knowing that maybe, if he hadn’t overheard the prophecy, she’d still be alive. It’s not having been able to stop the attack. Imagine someone you love deeply dies, and you think it’s your fault, or you think you could have prevented it. Are you seriously going to tell me that wouldn’t haunt you for the rest of your life? Because I don’t know if I’d be able to live with it. I think people don’t understand that what motivates Severus is the need to settle the debt he feels he owes Lily, to atone for his sins and make up for the damage he caused—not an unhealthy romantic obsession. It’s his way of dealing with grief and guilt, and honestly, if people don’t get that, they should talk to a therapist to learn a thing or two about trauma and loss because they need some advices very hard.