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If there is ONE conversation I would want to eavesdrop on in the Harry Potter universe, it's the conversation that happened between Remus and Severus after this scene;

Remus,

You know who's those nicknames are for.

Severus knows who's those nicknames are for.

You both know that Harry DOES know those men to an extent.

And Remus KNOWS that he can't just avoid Severus given the fact that he makes the wolvesbane potion for him.

I NEED THAT AFTERMATH.

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‧˚𓆙˚‧ 𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 ‧˚𓆙˚‧

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The professor stood before the class, hands in his pockets. This was apparent that he was attempting to be nonchalant. He was trying to keep class in high spirits and under control.

"Today," Professor Lupin began as he moved in front of a large, oak wardrobe, "we will be continuing our work with boggarts. Just as we have in previous classes..."

Draco allowed his mind to wander as he watched his classmates huddle closer to the wardrobe. He watched as a girl in Ravenclaw turned a vampire into a toothless granny. He watched as Pansy turned a large snake into a fashionable scarf. Goyle even had a go, battling a zombie and turning it into a human disco ball - a zombie covered in diamonds.

"Everyone make sure you have a chance to practice on the boggart. This will be on the final test." Lupin's eyes scanned the room and fell on Draco Malfoy. The boy was planted against the wall. He wanted to push the boy to show his natural abilities, as he was a gifted student. But, like Harry, he didn't want to push the boy to open himself up the way they truly should.

After an excruciatingly long time, Draco was finally able to pack his bag and leave.

"I've never seen Malfoy..." someone tried to say.

"He's not afraid of anything," Pansy replied, cutting the person off.

Draco kept his head bowed as he quietly slipped away. He knew what shape his boggart would taken. He knew the tall, slender frame well. He could feel the smoothness of a cane with a wand hidden inside. He could smell the shampoo of the freshly washed, long, blond hair. Where the boggart would have been, Lucius Malfoy would stand tall and stern.

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Onion Headlines and Harry Potter Characters part 1/?

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Voldemort: Harry Potter sure does have an ample number of paternal figures to kill

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Harry Potter characters in Studio Ghibli style

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Narcissa seeing Bellatrix threatening a man: Not my circus not my monkeys not my circus monkeys not my—

Narcissa realising it’s Lucius: My circus my monkeys my circus my monkeys

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"You can't honestly be going to Hogsmead dressed like that," Severus sneered.

I glanced down at the denim jeans, gray pullover knit sweater, a pair of black sneakers, all of this covered by a black with maroon trim cloak. I tucked some of my red hair behind my left ear and kept from looking at him.

"What...what do you mean?" I asked, finally locking my eyes onto his. They seemed darker than I remembered. I blasted that thought from my brain and chalked it up to the light.

"Don't little girls dream of dressing the way we do? How can you go out dressed like one of them when we can be free to dress the way we are supposed to!" Severus made a face as if he had smealt a dungbomb as he referred to her muggle attire.

I felt my right hand grip the handle of my wand. "So I shouldn't dress comfortably on my day off from studies?" I finally snapped back. His expression softened as my anger began to show. "I'm supposed to dress in the same robes I wear to class when I just want to relax for a moment?"

"Lily..." Severus raised his hands as if he was backing down from something. "I'm sorry. I just meant...."

I clenched my hand around my wand until my nails dug into the palm of my hand.

"Lily-Bean!" a boisterous voice called from behind us just before the strong arm of Sirius Black draped around my neck. "We finally got James out and ready! Let's gooooo!!!" Without another word, most likely because he felt the tension between myself and Severus, he bounded towards the others. It was clear they were trying to keep James from coming over here.

I turned my attention back to my first friend in the wizard world. I found the eyes of someone who I bore my soul to. I searched for the person I loved, saddened to see that that friend was gone.

I walked towards him, rose to my feet, and put my mouth close to his ear. "I'm not ashamed of where I come from," I whispered before stalking my way to my boys.

James nearly melted when I came up beside him as the tension left his shoulders. "Everything...uh...okay?" he stammered.

I nodded my head, turning to look up at James while accidentally brushing the back of his hand with mine. As our eyes connected, we both shivered ever so slightly. "Yes. I believe so. Everything is just fine."

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They are all Boomers and don't you forget it

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It had been a number of years since Harry's scar had burned. He had been able to have a successful career without noticing it. He had a beautiful family while forgetting he even had it.

Harry had watched new babies be born. He was there for any funeral to wish his fallen comrades a safe and peaceful journey into their afterlife. He had retired early, spending as much time with his loving wife as possible.

But Ginny was one of the first of their inner crew to fall. Hermione and Ron hadn't been able to be in a room together without fighting for nearly twenty years. The Golden Trio hadn't been golden in years.

And now Harry sat in his faithful rocker. The rocker he had begged Dudley for after Petunia died. A piece of his childhood that he had no idea was important to him until a death allowed him a moment of freedom. It was while sitting in this rocker that his scar began to burn. Harry reached his hand to his scar while squeezing his eyes tight. As his old age caught up to him, he knew he was bound to have some bad head aches and phantom pains.

When he moved his hand away and opened his eyes, Harry found that he was no longer alone.

"It seems to me that your time is finally nearing," Lord Voldemort said, matter of factly.

Harry had not heard this voice in many decades. He was brought back to a time of great destruction for a moment. He closed his eyes again, but Voldemort had not moved.

"Harry Potter, the boy who lived." His voice sounded as if a snake were hissing. "The boy who loved." His voice sneered. "The boy who won. Harry Potter, it is time to leave this rocking chair."

Harry stared at the man who had been his enemy. He watched as his red eyes darkened to a brown. He watched as the snake-like appearance became that of the same boy who had framed Hagrid. The boy who tried to kill his wife when she was only 11. The boy who had been at the top of his year. The boy who knew too much. The boy who had been harboring so much hate and pain.

"Harry Potter, it is time to go."

Harry placed his hands on the rocker to push himself to a standing position. If he was going to face Voldemort again, it would be the same way as always: standing tall and firm. He had to suck in a breath at what he saw on the armrests. Two hands with far less wrinkles. As he stood, his knees didn't make their familiar popping sounds. The pain in his back and ankles were null and void.

"Am I..."

"Young again? Yes."

"Why?"

"Because the greats Harry Potter and Tom Riddle should be at their best when they go out." Harry nodded his head, still confused. "We're going to take the long way around, if you don't mind." He opened the door, and a portal appeared.

"Why you, Tom?"

Tom turned to look at him. "I've asked myself the same thing. Time and time again. It only seems fair that, after proving how truly worthy you are, I take you on one last adventure before bringing you to your afterlife."

Harry shrugged his shoulders, thinking he would wake from this dream soon and move from the rocker to his bed. "Lead the way," he said. Tom Riddle stepped through the portal. Harry looked around his empty living room before stepping into the ancient Weasley Clock, the same one that never told the time, only the whereabouts of the family members.

The clock's door closed as an arm on the clock moved. Now, under deceased, Harry's face sat with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the rest of the Weasley family.

give me Harry and V going on some magical adventure

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Harry Potter and the guy who turned to ash

Harry Potter and a large af snake

Harry Potter and that time with the dog

Harry Potter and the death games

Harry Potter and the secret society

Harry Potter and the teenage angst

Harry Potter and the draft

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Too many songs about love, not enough songs about swordfights.

13-year-old Regulus Black, probably

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RIP Robbie Coltrane (1950-2022) - Beloved character actor best remembered for his performance as the giant Rubeus Hagrid in the Harry Potter franchise (2001-2011) and the lead character Dr. Edward 'Fitz' Fitzgerald in the series Cracker (1993-2006) - for which he won 3 consecutive TV Bafta awards has passed away. Another memorable character he played was Valentin Zukovsky, a former KGB agent-turned-mob-boss in two films from the James Bond franchise, GoldenEye (1995) and The World is Not Enough (1999). Other credits include films directed by great director such as Neil Jordan, Bertrand Tavernier, Derek Jarman, the Hughes Brothers, and Steven Soderbergh in a variety of roles in Deathwatch (1980), Flash Gordon (1980), Caravaggio (1986), Mona Lisa (1986), Henry V (1989), The Pope Must Die (1991), Buddy (1997), From Hell (2001), Ocean's Twelve (2004), Van Helsing (2004), and mostly the miniseries National Treasure (2016).