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Godric needs hugs I guess

“Voldemort was successful that night long ago. He killed Harry Potter, but he awakened me. Harry Potter died, and Godric Gryffindor awoke once again.” 

“It is funny how people romanticize or antagonize people over a thousand years. People forgot that the kind and loyal Lady Helga could be furious like a dragon mother protecting her clutch, how the clever Lady Rowena could ignore every logic if she got too emotional, how Lord Salazar tried to protect every student with his cunning instead of having a grudge against muggleborns… But the person who got most romanticized was Sir Godric. Everyone calls him the best warrior of his time, which is funny because they forget the most important fact…”

His sword floated right next to him, while he was watching down on this thing which was called a human. The sharp point aimed directly at the throat.

“I was and still am… a ruthless killer.”

“I never thought that Slytherins and Gryffindors prominent colors would together be seen as colors of a holiday. And now I can’t fucking stop to imagine how both of them are running through the castle to sneak presents to their students… That’s just hilarious and believe me, they would do that.”

“Did you know that Godric Gryffindor was afraid of deep water? I can relate to that…”

“She never would have wanted you to think she didn’t love you. She hated your father but she loved you with everything she had. You were the best what happened to her and she was so very proud of you. So very proud. It hurts me to see that she couldn’t show you that, that you can’t see that even now. I’m so sorry, Lady Helena.”

“Just a question… If I change my name, do I still have to participate at the Triwizard Tournament?”

“Never ever tickle a sleeping dragon! Does no one remember the Hogwarts motto? It’s a warning to not do it! Damn!”

“I never thought my life would be turning like this. But here I am, hoping a snake would be kind enough to spare my life and even help me, again.”

“BY FUCKING SALAZAR! Wait… no. That sounds wrong. Nevermind.”

“Harry, why are you sitting crying in the corner and eating ice cream?”

“Because I‘m celebrating Godric's death day like a damn ghost and I still don’t know how I should feel about that.”

- Godric at some points in his second life as Harry Potter

based on this two: https://at.tumblr.com/tktsunami/i-need-more-salric-so-im-writing/0rpb8433gxbf https://at.tumblr.com/tktsunami/i-need-more-salric-so-im-writing-part-ii/fpiagf6d3e5j

I need more Salric, so I'm writing Part II

(English is not my mother language so beware :D And this are only shorts and moment for an AU. Also I can't decide which turn to take in the second year. This is just one of two xD)

In his second year Godric was sure he could hold his promise he made to himself. Never get other students involved in any dangers around himself. He still saw how Ron got hurt last school year, because he couldn’t stop them to help him. It would be hard, because they were his friends and he could understand that they wanted to help him. But he was an adult - at least in mind - and he had more experience - thanks to his life before - than them, so he should not involve them in his mission to help Hogwarts.

And he knew Hogwarts was in need of his help. He still couldn’t believe how some professors were still in Hogwarts and teaching! Professor Binns was a ghost and every student slept in his lessons. Even Hermione said it was difficult to stay awake! And Defensive against the dark arts? Every year there was a new teacher in this subject and everyone was teaching what they thought was the right learning stuff. There was no guideline in this subject. It was his second year and he still thought they should have learned more in their first year. And now there was this Professor Lockhart who was incompetent and a fraud. Really, what did they do when they hired a new professor?!

Godric was frustrated with this. When they found Hogwarts, they wanted their students to receive the best education possible and not… this!

But still… Even if the education in Hogwarts - and how the professors treat their students - could be improved, he was sure it was not the reason why the spell to reborn him was activated at this time. Could it be Voldemort? Maybe, but maybe because there were more than he had seen so far. Well, he might find out this year.

~~~

This has to be a joke. It has to be. “Well you could be.”

Godric wanted to laugh, but Hermione was right. He didn’t really know if the Potters were descended from Slytherin. It would be really ironic if he was reborn as an heir of Slytherin. Salazar would laugh at that and be delighted. It would be… nice to have at least one connection to him in this life. But he didn’t open the chamber. That he could speak Parseltongue… Well could be because he was an Horcrux of Voldemort and he was sure that at least Voldemort was a Parseltongue. Well he could try a spell which would show him, if he would be a descendent of Salazar. He only needed something from Salazar and he was in Hogwarts. Salazar lived thousands of years ago, but his magic was still running through Hogwarts and it could be used for this spell. In the night he channeled the magic of his younger magic to cast the spell. Salazar's magic came through Hogwarts. The magic touched but never connected. So he wasn’t a descendant of Salazar. 

Godric sighed and lied down, thinking. So, at least he wasn’t Salazar's heir. 

But because he could speak Parseltongue he should go into it and ask Sahlia what happened. He should have done this in his first year, but he didn’t know how to reach the chamber without alerting someone. Because he knew that in the office of the headmaster was an entrance which could be opened by any founder. Every other entrance could only be opened with the language of the serpents. He was sure that it wasn’t Sahlia - Salazar’s basilisk - who was the culprit. She was at Hogwarts to protect the students should all other defenses fall. So why should she hunt others now and turn them into stone? A basilisk could be only claimed and tamed by one person in their life.

So McGonagall's claim that the 'monster' could only be controlled by the Slytherin heir was invalid. A basilisk could be tamed by every Parseltongue as long as it wasn’t already claimed. Maybe Sahlia wasn’t alone? It could be.

Well he would only find out, if he would ask, right?

~~~

He had been blind, weak and incompetent. Godric hissed as the pain went through his nerves. He could only watch helplessly as the daughter of Salazar’s basilisk cried out in pain and died. The poison was already in his body and weakened him quicker than his two magic cores who tried to destroy the other. He would die here… But before… he had to rescue the youngest Weasly. With his last strength he walked to her, ignored the young version of Voldemort and looked at the diary.

As soon as he had held the diary he knew what it was. An horcrux like him. He wasn’t fooled when Tom showed him what he wanted him to see. Hagrid couldn’t even speak Parseltongue and a spider as a ‘monster’. Pathetic.

But he thought he could find out a little bit more about Tom, about Voldemort but then someone stole the diary and he didn’t know who it was. And that was his mistake. He should have destroyed this damn diary as soon as he found it! But he didn’t and so he had to kill a basilisk - a basilisk which fought against the commands of the one who had it claimed, a basilisk which was going insane because it was suffering. It was only fair that he would die through the poison of a basilisk. It was his mistake only.

He called his sword - which he had let loose after the kill - and took the diary from Ginny.

“What are you doing?”, said Tom confused with a slight concern in his voice.

“Killing a monster.”, Godric replied and stabbed the diary with his sword.

The diary got destroyed and with it Tom. As soon as the rest of the vision of Tom vanished, Ginny opened her eyes.

“Harry?”

“It is okay, Ginny. I know he made you do it. Go. Go to Ron, he is waiting for you outside. I… I have to do something else first. Go.”

She shouldn’t see him die.

“Harry! You’re bleeding!”

“Not much. Go.”

She hesitated, but then she went her way. Godric sighed and closed his eyes. He remembered the first time he was here.

“Doesn’t really look comfortable.”

“That’s the outside area. Come. I will show you the hiding rooms. There is space for beds and also a room for potions to heal students who could be wounded.”, explained Slytherin.

Godric smiled.

“Sounds good. I think it is a good idea to have space for Sahlia and a safe place for the students if Hogwarts should be attacked.”

“Thought that you would like it.”

Salazar smiled and showed him the rooms, also the storage room for potions.

“There will also be phoenix tears and antidotes for basilisk poison. Just to be safe.”

Godric opened his eyes again. Wait… The antidote could still be there. Groaning, he rose and staggered to the hidden rooms. Shortly before he reached the storage room he collapsed. Not good. All his strength had left him. But his magic was still there. Weak and still fighting but maybe…

“Accio basilisk antidote…”

His voice was only a whisper, but his magic reacted. The door jumped open and the vial with the antidote flew straight into his hand.

It was fair that he would die through the poison but Salazar would be sad and devastated if he would still live. His friends would want him to try to live as long as he could, fighting for Hogwarts. So he took the antidote and waited. 

After a few minutes he felt better. Slowly he rose again and walked out of the hidden rooms. His sight stopped at the dead body of the basilisk. Sahlias offspring. He could not leave her like this. Sahlia would come sooner or later and if she would find her like that…

~”What happened? Godric?”~

Too late.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

~“I’m sorry Sahlia… A student was here… The horcrux tried to kill her, so that he could live again. He…forced your daughter to kill me…”~, he answered in parsel. 

His voice was shaking in grief. 

“I.. my magic didn’t respond as it should have been and only my sword answered my call. I’m so sorry…”

He could hear how Sahlia reached her daughter, hissing in grief.

~”Don’t be sorry Godric…”~, she said after a while: ~”You were the one who held the sword, but it was not you who killed her. It was him. He forced you to defend a student and yourself against her. He forced her to kill the ones we swore to protect. She was never the same after she killed that one student 50 years ago. I just hope… she can be at peace now.”~

Sahlia touched him with her snout and Godric felt the tears of his own. Crying he collapsed again, shaking trying to hold her. 

Even though she said it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t believe it. He should have done something. 

~“You may be Godric Gryffindor, one of the best duelists that ever lived. At least in my eyes… But you’re only twelve years old at the moment, Godric. And you have problems with your magic. You did your best at that moment. Don’t think you should have done better. You couldn’t and I know you tried to save my daughter as well.”~

He did. He was climbing that damned wall not to reach her head. But because he hoped she would hit herself strong enough to lose consciousness. It hadn’t worked and so he was out of options…

”I’m still sorry. I couldn’t save her.”

~“Nobody could. Not you, not me, even Salazar could not have done it.”~, she whispered.

Slowly he opened his eyes and looked again to her daughter.

“My magic is okay again… I think… I can at least… try…”

Sahlia had her eyes closed, held still as he took his wand and cast the spell. The words came out of his mouth without thinking.

The dead body rose and crystallized. She would not rot here like some thrown away body. She tried everything she could and like him she lost this fight. But she tried and he wanted to pay her respect with it. The crystal was her grave and monument at the same time. He closed his eyes again.

~”I closed my eyes. Is this okay?”~

Sahlia was silent for a few minutes, before she nudged at him.

~”It’s beautiful and more than any of my kind had ever had after we died. Thank you, Godric.”~

He smiled, but then spitted blood. Too much. His magic cores were fighting again.

~”Godric!”~

It was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness.



~~~

He came out a few hours later than Ron and Ginny. After they left the chamber it had closed and no teacher had reached him. Sahlia had watched over him until he woke up.

After everyone was sure that he was okay, everything got back to normal.

Dumbledore came back and called him to his office. 

Godric didn’t show how displeased he was that Dumbledore stored his sword in his office. The professors took it from him, after he left the chamber. But he couldn’t say that it was his and as Dumbledore asked him how the sword came to him, he only said that he found it in the chamber. Dumbledore didn’t really believe him, and Godric felt how he tried to look into his mind. He showed him a fantasy memory, not the truth, tricked him. Salazar had taught him how to do that. Godric used okklumentik in an instinctive reaction and was really good at it. But Salazar wanted to be sure that Godric could also trick others to believe they could use legimantik against him. It was easier if the enemy thought they were successful. 

So Dumbledore believed him. 

“Professor…”

He hated it to call him that. Dumbledore didn’t teach anymore, so why should he call him that?

“The basilisk… I don’t think she was there to purge the school.”

“Why do you think that?”

At least he could try to repair Salazar's reputation.

“She was angry at herself and repeated that she didn’t want to attack me. She fought against the commando of Tom. He said she has to kill me, but if she could she bought me time to avoid her attacks. Everyone was turned into stone. If a basilisk wants to kill, it will. But there were more than one incident where the person turned into stone. No One was killed. I also found a safe place for students in the chamber. I guess… the basilisk was there to protect us, not to hunt down muggleborns, Sir. Maybe the history we know is wrong. Since I heard the story I asked myself: Why build a school with someone who is like Salazar was described?”

“That is an interesting question Harry. But sometimes the true self of someone shows after time.”

Godric remained silent at that. No one said it would be easy to repair Salazar’s reputation. And when Lucius Malfoy entered the office, he knew the topic was finished. Now he had to help Dobby and he had an idea how.

I need more Salric, so I'm writing

(English is not my mother language so beware :D And this are only shorts and moment for an AU)

“You’re wizard Harry.”

Oh, really? Should he be surprised? Maybe. But he knew it since he was one year old. Since the green spell was trying to kill him and his magic threw itself against it. Back then he couldn’t understand what was happening. How could he? He was only one year old. A little child who couldn’t handle all these memories which awoke in that night. Sometimes he couldn’t handle it even now. He was an adult caged in the body and mind of a child. He was a child with the memories, magic and feeling of an adult. He was a freak, not because he could do magic. He was a freak before this life and now even more, because he could remember, because he could use his magic from his old life. He was a freak for this family and he would be a freak to the magical world, too. 

But only if they knew, and he would try to be just Harry and not Godric Gryffindor. At least as long as he could to find out why he was back, why the magic decided to activate now. Hogwarts had called for help and he would find out why and how to help his school. It would be easier if wizards and witches didn’t know who he truly was. 

“You must be wrong. I’m Harry. Just Harry.”

He was a liar. Harry Potter died that night ten years ago. Harry died and Godric awoke.

~~~

It hurt to be at Hogwarts. The magic of the school welcomed him happily, taking him in. It was too much. His magic cores were vibrating inside him, fighting each other. The magic of ‘just Harry’ was weak but stubborn. It grew with age and was more aggressive than his old ‘Godric’ magic core. This one was older, powerful and wild, but also more tamed. It tries to protect him. Magic cores grew with time, a reason why children showed more magic the older they got. This was also important because the magic an adult possesses would be too much for a small body - for the body of a child, for a body who was not fully developed. His old magic core had been sleeping like his memories, but awoke to protect him against the death curse. With that it couldn’t just sleep again. It tried as good as it could to retreat to protect the small body. With his other magic core growing and attacking it fought back.

Now, he was in Hogwarts, and his old magic connected with the school was rising and hurting him. He could feel how he lost more and more of his control and was barely standing. That was the moment when Draco Malfoy came to him. The ‘boy-who-lived’ didn’t want to make enemies, but after insulting of the first boy who was kind to him in this life, he just snapped.

“I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.”

Godric wanted to slap himself. He could have been out better words. Words that didn’t reject Malfoy's friendship, but also didn’t approve of his behavior.

But there were no words in his mind except ‘It hurts’.

~~~

When he looked into the mirror, he didn't see himself. Not like he was at the moment. There was no scar, no black short hair, nor wear glasses. His eyes were green, not the emerald green he had now, but a mint green. He was older, had blonde shoulder-length hair and a three days beard. His eyes were not so tired, not so empty and filled with sadness. They sparkled with joy, happiness and life. He was smiling and he was not alone. 

He was surrounded by them. His best friends, his family.

The boy who lived cried as he saw this. At least the first time. He never told Ron, nor anyone else. He knew what the mirror was. The Mirror showed the deepest desire of the person who looked into it. He wasn’t dump and he could read. And most importantly… he didn’t need this mirror to know his deepest desire. But it was nice to see them. It was nice to see himself surrounded by them. It was not true but it helped to forget for a few moments.

When Dumbledore found him, he thought he would see his dead parents: Lily and James Potter. Dumbledore was too convinced of his thinking to think anything else, to ask him what he was seeing in the mirror. It never occurred to him that his student didn't long for people he had no memories of. Why should he? The ones you could remember and lose were the ones you longed for the most.

But he never corrected Dumbledore nor did he say what was truly in his mind when Dumbledore told him: “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that.".

If he hadn't lived a little of his dreams, Hogwarts wouldn't be standing here, full of life. And he wasn’t dwelling on dreams either.

He just remembered his old life and missed it, regretting that he had given himself a chance at a new life without his friends. But when he cast the spell, created that chance, he thought only of Hogwarts, to protect it. He had never imagined how hard it would be. To be Godric Gryffindor, alone at Hogwarts, without the other founders. To be alive while they were not.

And he was nothing more. Alive but not living. 

He asked what Dumbledore had seen, but got nothing but a lie. Fair enough.

He looked back to the mirror, saw Helga giving Rowena a flower crown, saw Salazar looking at them fondly, then looked at him - not his mirrored old self - and smiled his little smile. It hurts but it was a pain he welcomed. It was only a sign how deeply he missed them.

~~~

Sometimes he wonders what had happened to Hogwarts if he would have been longer alive. Would it have been a difference at all? Maybe for his friends at least. Could he have prevented the tragedy between Rowena and her daughter? He was shocked to see the ghost of Helena Ravenclaw. She was looking a lot like her mother in her adulthood so it was not hard to recognize her, even though he only knew her from her childhood.

After he recognized her he was searching desperately in the library about the history of the other founders. The line of Ravenclaw ended with Helena and Rowena - the last one died shortly after her daughter. Hufflepuff at least did not end that early but it was impossible for him to find out more. At least here in the library of Hogwarts. Slytherin had a daughter - Katharina - but she was never mentioned. But a big lie was written. The book stated that Salazar left Hogwarts after a huge fight between him and Godric. That had to be a mistake. He still could remember how Salazar desperately tried to find a cure for him. How Salazar was sitting next to his bed while he died. Godric had tried to comfort his friend, his secret love. Even now he could feel his heart longed for Slytherin. 

He was maybe only eleven years old, at least in this life but his feelings were older and nce someone was in his heart he would never stop caring, loving. And Salazar was more than a friend even though he never told him. Too afraid how his friend would turn away from him in disgust. Back in his old time it was a sickness to love someone from the same gender. But time changed. There were now people who tried to change the mind of people, who said it was okay to love someone regardless of gender. Godric knew it because Uncle Vernon was so angry that the TV was showing something called ‘Pride Parade’. Even there were people now who were fighting for people like him… He still thought he was sick because of it, he still thought he was a freak because of it. He had a whole life thinking that way and even when Salazar would be still alive, breathing and talking next to him, Godric knew he would never be brave enough to say it. The friendship was more important than to acknowledge his feelings to him. But only Godric was alive. Alive alive and Salazar was dead, not here.

Godric knew his feelings would never change. Ron and Hermione were his friends but they would never be so close to him like the other founders. They only knew Harry, not Godric and they never would. And no one could ever take Salazar's place. He would only love him and no one else. Not back then, not now or in the future.

Lots Loads

Hot Blow

Hard Core

Enter More

Less Up Down Back Front In Out

Aim Towards Extra Out Of Daddy Girl

The Team at its best!

HARRY POTTER

Draco Malfoy:

Nightcall: You and Draco enjoy bending and breaking the rules when it means you get to see each other. Sometimes, all you need is a night shared between the two of you to run through the halls of Hogwarts.

(Romance/Slight crack/Fluff)

people who hate harry potter the character need to get their brains checked like WHO???

The houses as things I've said

Gryffindor: I'm listening to the song that makes me feel badass, so if you'll excuse me I'm going to go climb a mountain or something.

Hufflepuff: That's it, I'm wearing flower crowns for the rest of my life.

Ravenclaw: I'm a slut for conspiracy theories!

Slytherin: I love monopoly. You wouldn't believe how much fun it is watching the light go out of my opponent's eyes as I take everything they once owned.

*in the marauders bedroom*

Sirius: Everyone has switch if you punch them hard enough

Remus trying to study: WHERE DO YOU COME UP WITH THIS?!

*Peter and James continuing their chess game because at this point they are used to it*

This could have been so perfect🥲 Does anyone know what happened to the OP or if they have another account where I can find them?

LOGICAL HOGWARTS - WIP

So I am a HUGE Harry Potter fan. However whilst reading the series, one thing struck me above everything else - the way Hogwarts and the greater Wizarding World is seemingly set up just doesn’t make logical sense! Only one teacher per subject? With JKR telling us that there are approximately 1000 students at Hogwarts at any given time? 493 knuts per galleon? No Wizarding primary schools or higher education? So, me being the autistic Ravenclaw that I am, this took away from my enjoyment of the series. I needed it to make mathematical sense!

So I fixed it.

I have spend two years on and off coming up with a detailed overview of the school, from the number of total students and the male/female ratio, the number of students in every house, in every year, and how many could reasonably fit in one class at a time. Then I started on my class timetables. I had to appropriately plan every student’s schedule to make sure that no one had any overlapping classes, this ended up meaning manually writing down which subjects every student took and then sorting them alphabetically into classes based on the fact that I didn’t want more than 30 kids per class.

That still wasn’t enough though. I then had to figure out how we would get 1000 kids to school safely and efficiently, how we would sort them without making the entire school sit there for 3+ hours, how many professors would have to live at the school in order to provide adequate supervision for 1000 kids, a comprehensive list of school rules, an actual system of how many house points one would gain/lose…… I really dug myself into a hole and I couldn’t stop. In fact I’m still not done and I still can’t stop. There are SO many holes in this world.

Beyond this I have a whole alternate timeline that this whole thing is based on. Long story short, in my headcanon, the war ‘officially’ began with The Battle of the Department of Mysteries (which I have modernised to take place in June 2018) and ended in January 2020 with The Battle of Hogwarts, and then all students were required to repeat whatever year they were in during the war, because holy shit, the fact that they didn’t make any of them repeat a year after that mess is ridiculous. I’m surprised any of them even passed DADA with Umbridge!! Or that anyone accomplished anything the year Voldemort was literally in control of the school. Now I realise that modernising this story is probably an unpopular take - however I must stress how much I’m mainly doing this for myself so I can live out my Harry Potter fantasies in a relatable way lol. Feel free to ignore the modern times and just take my numbers to the original 90’s timeline if you’d rather do that than put yourself into the story like I do.

Also let it be known that I am in my 20’s and a mother of two… but my therapist knows about this and says it’s a HEALTY COPING MECHANISM…. soooooooo, guess I’m gonna just keep writing out this timeline and imaging what life would be like if I was 16 again woo! Anyway… Harry’s year would have to repeat Sixth Year. And believe me when I say the level of intricate detail in my alternate timeline is just wild. If you think I’m crazy for doing just this ‘Logical Hogwarts’ thing….. you don’t even want to see my alternate timeline. It’s wild. I’m way too invested in this. I’ve written over 30k words so far and I’m not stopping.

Also in my headcanon Hogwarts, everyone I like just lives because I’m doing this to escape my depression not to become even more depressed thank you very much! Snape, Lupin and Sirius Black all live and are put in a position where they have to run the DADA department together because, um, IMAGINE THE HILARITY!? Them hating each other, then eventually having to figure out how to work together? Reluctant forgiveness turned sincere apologies turned genuine friendship?? Also Remus and Sirius are so gay and Harry lives with them. Tonks has a different husband, they still both die and Teddy still exists. Harry is still Teddy’s godfather because of the genuine friendship he formed with Tonks. Dumbledore still dies. Originally he wasn’t going to but he just has to, I realised the story doesn’t work if he lives.

So, here we are. The second wave of Logical Hogwarts, re-vamped, rewritten in some parts, lots more added on! Two years and one more kid later! Feel free to take this for personal use or fanfiction or whatever, tag me or message me if you do I want to see your class timetable! Or if you want me to make you a class timetable I’ll do it!

(Disclaimer; I still look after my kids I promise. I just don’t sleep which is how I have time for this ;))

I’ve tried to make this as easy to read and navigate as I possibly can, so I’ve created a seperate page for every different aspect of this world. I didn’t like the look of the master post and scrolling for so long was overwhelming. So, here it goes…

Hogwarts student body (the numbers)

Hogwarts student body (the names) Hogwarts dormitories

Hogwarts prefects and head boy & girl Hogwarts staff & faculty Hogwarts School Rules (this was THE MOST fun to write) The Hogwarts Express (but it makes sense now)

The Sorting Ceremony (but it doesn’t suck now)

Wait, if you're still taking suggestions, can you do a Slytherin-Gryffindor friendship? It doesn't have to be Draco because it'll take a lot of rewiring to make that work, but maybe someone like Millicent who isn't as hard-headed? Or maybe more Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff rep, especially more inter-house friendships. I think it'll be funny if at some point, one of them goes to sit at another house's table because "they're my friend 😐 and there's no rule against it except for like on three days of the year. stop looking at me weird"

Yes, I’m still taking suggestions!

I actually plan on having some OCs in my rewrite because most of the Slytherins in the books are explicitly part of Malfoy’s gang, therefore wannabe DEs. But, I can definitely try and have someone like Millicent be friends with another student of a different House/Gryffindor (they’d have to be pureblood, but yes).

As for the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw rep, I’ve already developed several students for both Houses for the Marauders and Golden Eras. I think they’d be so fun to write. I’m so excited!

For the rewrite thing, can you please show a Hermione & Luna friendship instead of what they had in canon?

Definitely! I always thought Hermione and Luna could’ve balanced each other out so well.

I want to change the way the girls viewed each other in the books. Fleur is no longer going to be hated on for being feminine. Cho (whose name I’m planing to change) will not be made fun of for grieving her dead boyfriend. And so many other things.

Remus Lupin Headcanons.

LYCANTHROPY.

Full moons become progressively worse as the werewolf grows. As a child, Remus was in pain, but since his body was still developing, it was a bit more bearable.

Double full moons were the worst because Remus’ body would barely have any time to recover before it’s forced to transform again. The second full moon of the month would leave the poor guy with gruesome internal injuries that take much longer to heal, broken bones, and more.

Remus gets physically sick whenever he’s around silver. He’ll get lightheaded, struggle to breathe properly, and feel nauseous (or throws up, depending on how close the silver is). All of this is multiplied whenever he accidentally touches it, plus it burns his skin.

Lupine flowers are another weakness. They cause the same symptoms of a regular allergy, so it’s easier to play off, but it can cause him to pass out or struggle to breathe. If he consumes it, it will kill him.

Embarrassingly, Remus follows the stereotype of werewolves fearing fire. It’s why he always sits as far away from the fire in the common room as possible, and why he always yells before running away whenever he encounters fire unexpectedly.

FAMILY.

Remus has a younger sister (by five years) named Caron B. Lupin. They adore each other despite their age difference.

Remus is always trying to spoil her as much as he can because he believes that she deserves to have the childhood he didn’t have.

Caron is always doing everything she can to bring her brother comfort after full moons.

Caron is a squib (or just not a witch, I’m not sure if half-bloods can be squibs).

Hope is Remus’ best friend. She’s quite a hippie; she has a garden of medicinal plants for Remus, and smokes quite often (sometimes her cigarettes smell suspiciously of weed, though she would never admit that they are). She’s also generally accepting of pretty much everything, hence why she barely blinked when Remus came out to her.

Lyall, on the other hand, was much more complicated. He wasn’t a bad father, per se, but he made a lot of mistakes while trying to deal with Remus being a werewolf. He does try his best, in his own way.

The Lupins have a Great Dane male dog named Arawn. He’s supposed to be a security dog, but Caron softened him up after she was born. There’s nothing intimidating about a dog wearing a tiara and a bedazzled scarf.

The Lupins visit Hope’s family very often. It’s a big family, which has five children including Hope herself.

Because Lyall is often absent, Remus and Caron grew up mostly speaking Welsh. They both have heavy accents whenever they do speak English.

Hope was a Historian who specialized in (Welsh) Mythology. She had to quit her job to take care of Remus after the incident. Once Remus left for Hogwarts, Hope enrolled Caron into a muggle public school and started working again.

Lyall and Remus are the only ones who enjoy reading books, it’s one of the few things they bond over.

Hope likes taking the kids into the woods so that they can catch little animals like frogs, bunnies, etc.. They let them go afterwards, but it’s always fun to chase the small animals.

Lyall always takes Caron very seriously when she asks him to check for monsters under the bed, and does a complete sweep of the room. He will not make the same mistake twice.

Remus is afraid of the dark, so Lyall made him a small nightlight that illuminates the room to his liking. Hope hopped in and made it so that it would spin and carved some stars so that the room looked like the stars were dancing around his bedroom.

Remus brought the nightlight to Hogwarts, though he would only turn it on behind closed curtains.

Lyall disappeared for ‘work’ whenever the full moon neared. He wouldn’t return until a couple of days after, and he would always bring Remus a small bag filled with chocolate. This is why Remus is so attached to his chocolate, especially during and after full moons.

Caron has the habit of kissing Remus’ wounds because “kisses make everything better!” and Remus loves it.

SCHOOL/FRIENDS/ENEMIES.

Remus started using a cane during his fourth year, after a double full moon.

That month (October, 1974) was also very traumatic for a lot of people. After the second full moon, Remus was tired of being babied by the matron, his friends, the headmaster, and Head of House, so he snuck out of the Hospital Wing to attend his classes as if nothing. Even though he was feeling like absolute crap. Long story short, he started coughing up blood, passed out, busted his already problematic hip while falling, traumatized everyone present.

Loves reading books, hates anything school-related. If it weren’t for James’ constant harassment, Remus would be failing every class.

So petty. And I mean this in a will-perform-a-sticking-charm-on-your-bed-and-stick-it-to-the-ceiling kind of petty. The pranks are relatively harmless (most of the time) but they’re such a hassle to undo.

He’s the funniest member of the Marauders. He always makes the snarkiest remarks, but only loud enough for his friends to hear. You’d always see the boys absolutely pissing themselves from laughter while Remus sits in the middle as if he’s just as confused as everyone else.

He doesn’t hesitate to throw his friends under the bus just so he doesn’t get detention. He has a very good poker face, so it’s easy to get away with it.

*sirius and james arguing*

james: *takes off his glasses*

sirius: EVEN IF HE- what are you doing?

james: I don't want to see you right now.

yes i'm a gryffindor, yes i also hate almost all gryffindors

Anyone else think that the Weird Sisters would be great as the OG Superb Chasers?

Last night. Halloween costumes!

Forbidden Fire- Draco x You

warnings: spicy, hickey, getting locked in a closet with a hot guy... (if that even counts 😈)

prior knowledge: you are Y/N Potter, sister to Harry Potter, and placed in the same house as your brother.

a/n: Hope you love this as much as I do <3!!

The Gryffindor common room buzzed with low chatter, candlelight flickering across flushed cheeks and whispered dares. It was late—well past curfew—and the usual suspects were gathered: the Golden Trio, the Silver Trio, Fred and George, and, inexplicably, Draco Malfoy.

“How did he even get invited?” you muttered to Hermione, side-eyeing the Slytherin draped over the arm of a chair like he owned the place.

“Detention overlap,” Hermione whispered back. “Fred and George thought it’d be hilarious.”

“Of course they did,” you grumbled.

“All right!” George called, holding up a worn velvet bag. “Time for a bit of after-hours mischief: Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

Fred grinned. “Forbidden Forest edition. But don’t worry—no Acromantulas involved. Just this bag, a closet, and questionable life choices.”

A wave of awkward laughter rippled around the circle.

“Ladies first,” George said, offering the bag to you with a wicked glint.

With an exasperated sigh, you reached in and brushed against something smooth and round. You pulled out an apple.

Fred’s eyes lit up. “Ah. That would be Malfoy’s.”

“What?” you blurted.

Draco was already standing, brushing nonexistent lint off his sleeve, lips curled into a smirk. “Looks like fate has a sense of humor.”

“Come on, Y/N,” Fred teased. “Be brave. It’s only seven minutes.”

Muffled chants of “Closet! Closet!” broke out, and before you could protest, you found yourself being pushed toward the small broom cupboard. Draco followed, looking insufferably pleased.

The door clicked shut.

And just like that, everything changed.

Inside, it was dark. Quiet. Close.

“You arranged this,” you said, narrowing your eyes.

He leaned in, voice low. “You think I’d go through all that trouble? Tempting as it sounds.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re gorgeous.”

You opened your mouth to retort—but he was already there, kissing you, his hand sliding up to cradle your jaw. The kiss was bold, searching, unapologetic. You gasped, fists clenching in his robes, unsure if you wanted to shove him away or drag him closer.

You chose the latter.

You crashed against the wooden paneling, lips devouring, breath mingling, and heat rolling off your bodies. His hand found your waist, pulling you flush to him, and your fingers tangled in the strands of platinum at the nape of his neck.

Then he dipped his mouth to your jaw, trailing down.

“Draco—” you warned.

He paused for just a second before his lips found the curve of your neck—soft at first, then firmer, sucking gently until your breath caught in your throat and a moan escaped you.

“You’re playing with fire,” you gasped.

“Good,” he murmured. “I like the burn.”

You just about began unbuttoning his shirt when you heard the knock-knock-knock.

“Time’s up, lovebirds!” Fred’s voice sing-songed from the other side.

Draco pulled back slowly, lips wet, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You’ll want to cover that.”

You blinked. “What?”

He smirked. “Check your neck.”

Your fingers brushed the spot. Warm. Tender. A hickey.

“You—”

“Too late now.”

The door creaked open. Fred and George stood there, grinning ear to ear.

Fred whistled. “Someone looks properly snogged.”

George nudged him. “Reckon that’s more than a kiss.”

Your face flamed as you stepped out, trying to adjust your hair to cover the mark.

But it was too late—Harry had seen it.

“What the hell is that?” he barked, pointing at your neck.

“Harry—”

“That!” he shouted again. “On your neck, Y/N!”

You instinctively tried to cover it with your hand.

And Draco? That smug, arrogant git just strolled out after you, looking like he’d won the bloody Quidditch Cup.

Fred leaned over to George. “Called it.”

George nodded solemnly. “House war incoming.”

Harry turned furiously to Draco. “Did you snog her?”

“I didn’t hear her complaining,” Draco said coolly, crossing his arms.

Harry’s wand was halfway raised. “I’ll hex you into next week—”

“Harry!” Hermione grabbed his arm. “Not in the common room!”

“She’s my sister!”

You stepped between them. “I can make my own decisions. I don’t need you losing your mind over a kiss.”

“That wasn’t just a kiss!” Harry pointed again at your neck. “He gave you a bloody hickey!”

Draco leaned in just enough for only you to hear. “Funny. That’s exactly what I was going for.”

You elbowed him hard in the ribs.

But your heart was still racing—and not from the fight.

As Hermione and Ron dragged Harry toward the boys’ staircase, muttering apologies to McGonagall’s portrait, Fred clapped Draco on the back.

“Mate, hope your will’s in order.”

“Why?” Draco asked lazily.

“Because Harry’s going to kill you,” George said cheerfully. “But until then—bloody brilliant work.”

Draco smirked. His eyes found yours across the room. You looked flushed, furious—and completely alive.

He winked.

You rolled your eyes.

But you didn’t look away.

One Little Difference ✢ Draco Malfoy

Synopsis: Draco and Y/N had been friends as children; their families were of high status, and it looked like they would spend the rest of their lives together. But all of this changed when Y/N was sorted into Gryffindor and became estranged. Worst of all, she fraternised with the enemy. 

Draco Malfoy x Reader, female pronouns.

Warnings: There aren't any unless you consider silent pining bad. And angst, of course.

Words:  1,475

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Draco knew he could never have her; his family would never allow it. Y/N was a blood traitor with her mud-blood friends and a lack of respect for her pure ancestry.

He yearned to return to the days of chasing each other through the old ornate manor, their laughter echoing through the tall chambers. They had always been close, attached at the hip. But as they grew and their parents bestowed their prejudice and hate upon them, Y/N rebelled whilst Draco conformed. 

This difference acted as the catalyst for the decay of their friendship.

She had never seen the world like they did; she gazed upon muggles and their innovations in wonder and awe. Draco tried pleading with her to understand the importance of her status but to no avail. Y/N was an embarrassment to her family’s name and a stain on their bloodline. It came as no surprise to anyone when she was sorted into Gryffindor. 

‘It’s better this way, Draco.' His father, Lucius, had said over an issue of The Daily Prophet one morning of his summer holidays, 

‘Her family, your mother and I had been discussing an arranged marriage once you were older. It is good Y/N's true colours were revealed before we could have made that mistake.’

Draco’s heart had sunk at his father’s words. Her true colours did not matter to him; he wanted her anyway.

As Draco sat alone in a compartment of the Hogwarts Express, he thought of how his life would be different if that wretched sorting hat had placed Y/N in Slytherin. He would not have to hide his reddening cheeks when she spoke and avert his eyes as she looked his way. He would be free to love and be with her, have children and grow old with her. 

It had been the longest Draco had gone without seeing her. In the last few years, domestic life had not been easy on Y/N; her parents finally kicked her out early in the summer. From what he had heard, she had stayed at the Weasley’s. He bet she had hated imposing herself on them. 

That was the worst part about her being in Gryffindor; in their first year, she very quickly became friends with people Draco considered his enemies: Harry, Ron and Hermione. There were many reasons why Draco did not like these three, though he was too proud to admit that the main reason was that he was bitter; they got to be her friend, to know and love her without pressure from their families. 

When he gazed out the window of the immobile train, he saw something that made his stomach contort in pain as though an unseen force was twisting his insides.

Her hands were intertwined with someone he hated more than anybody.

Harry Potter.

When had this happened? He thought they were only friends. Though the longer he watched them, the more the opposite seemed true. 

They were together; Harry and Y/N were in a relationship. 

As the aftershock of the pain he felt echoed hollowly in his stomach, he drew the blinds of the compartment shut; he could not bear to watch them any longer. But shutting them out had not been as easy as Draco had foreseen. Everywhere he looked, he saw her with him. In every corner of the castle, they stood, smiling at each other, holding hands and leaving small kisses on each other's cheeks. Draco saw them sit together in his classes, staring into each other's eyes in the great hall over meals. And though Draco tried not to let it bother him, he could not help but imagine himself in Harry’s place; she was supposed to be his.

It had been years since Draco could call Y/N his friend, and although he pined for her from a distance, he accepted that they were estranged. But the reality of her loving someone else rattled him to his core, and just like a spoiled child whose toy was being played with by another, he wanted her back, to snatch her from Harry’s arms and never return her. 

He needed to speak with her, beg her to see reason. Surely, all those days of laughter and fun as children would amount to something; surely, she would remember the person he used to be. 

He decided to speak with her after charms class; he noticed she was usually alone then, her friends heading to different lessons.

As Professor Flitwick called the end of their class, Draco watched as Y/N quickly collected her things and exited the classroom; he had to rush to put his belongings together and follow her. 

But by the time he left the room, she was halfway down the grand hallway. 

‘Y/N! Wait up!’ Draco could not remember the last time he spoke her name out loud; it felt strange on his tongue, as though it shocked him on its way out. She turned, skin creased between her brows, her face donning a bewildered expression. She, too, seemed shocked that he had called out for her,

‘Y/N, I need to speak with you; it’s important’ he pleaded,

With surprise still evident on her face, she opened her mouth to speak,

‘Draco, I don’t have the time, my next class is in ten…’ He grabbed her elbow and began pulling her to an empty classroom; despite her protest,

‘Draco… What are you…’ she trailed off, instead staring at him, eyebrows furrowed once more. Draco stood back and nervously scratched the nape of his neck, realising for the first time that he had no idea what he was going to say,

‘What is this about? I thought you didn’t talk to me anymore.’ 

Draco cringed, remembering how he had given her the cold shoulder in their first year. She had still wanted to be his friend, and he had pushed her away.

‘Look, I’ve noticed you’ve been a lot closer with Harry this year…’ Y/N's eyes sharpened, daring him to say more, 

‘And?…’ she spoke carefully, with a warning; she already knew where this was headed,

‘I just think that… that,’ his words cut short; he knew he was out of line and had no right to have an opinion on the matter. He took a different route.

‘I just can’t believe you chose to be friends with him, let alone partners; you could have picked anyone in this school, and you chose him.’ His words made Y/N gasp in shock, but he continued nonetheless, 

‘Did our friendship mean nothing to you? Did the fact I loved you mean nothing?’ 

Although Y/N looked angry, her eyes softened slightly,

‘Draco, did you ever stop for one moment and consider that this has nothing to do with you? You and I are not friends, Draco. You saw to that… I loved you once too, no, I loved a kind, sweet boy by the same name… but he died a long time ago, quelled by his very own father.’ Y/N's voice rose and trembled; Draco could see that talking about this upset her; once again, he felt the twisting pain in his chest. 

‘None of this would have happened, though, if you were sorted into Slytherin…’

He continued, but Y/N interrupted, 

‘But I wasn’t, was I? Don’t you see that our houses have nothing to do with this? You’re hiding behind them; you’re too scared to admit that we grew apart because you were a bad person.’ She took a deep breath,

‘Good people don’t bully and belittle first years and think people are lesser because of who their parents are. Good people don’t bully anyone; they’re kind and compassionate. And they’re selfless; not everything that they do is for themselves. And that is not who you are anymore.’

Draco could no longer see Y/N before him; she became shrouded by his tears, the truth of her words leaving him feeling winded, like blows to the stomach. Everything she had said was true. Of course it was; she had just unknowingly described herself. 

Kind, compassionate, selfless.

Y/N was a good person; she was the best person in his life. 

And he pushed her away because of one little difference.

As Draco stood in silence, unwilling to respond, Y/N’s frustration grew, 

‘You know what? Forget I said anything; you won’t change.’ She muttered, ‘I need to get to class.’

She pushed past him to get through the door, looking back as though she were going to speak again, but decided against it. She shook her head and left.

Draco did not try to speak with her again; he knew nothing he could say would change her mind because she was right. He was a bad person, and she deserved better than him. 

That is what she had with Harry Potter.

And as much as it killed him to watch, he could admit that.

Every comment and piece of advice is welcomed and appreciated <3

Karina

I made this cartoons for a friend of mine, whose birthday is tomorrow. She loves the Harry Potter franchise.

I have a head cannon that Ginny and Harry never had children. Not because of money or any reason like that simply because they didn’t want to. These people are war veterans they have ptsd depression and anxiety a child won’t help. Ginny is the youngest girl and that can’t have been easy on her growing up with such a big family can be really lonely and Harry was an orphan abused by his family. I just think they’d be happier with lazy days and undisturbed nights.

Wolfstar

at a club

random stranger to Remus: why is that weirdo pointing at you and singing about having sex? 

Sirius: (singing locked out of heaven)

Remus: because he’s my weirdo 

meanwhile in the Gryffindor dorms

2am 

Harry: i’m immortal. I mean ive never died so you cant prove anything 

Ron: shut the hell up 

*a few moments later*

Ron in a cold sweat: shit you right.....

am I the only one who doesn't headcanon Percy Jackson as a Gryffindor? I have read a lot of fanfics where they put Percy in Gryffindor and I don't think it would be his Hogwarts house.

And even though Percy is brave and known for helping people, his fatal flaw is loyalty!!! that is the most Hufflepuff trait you can have! And of course, Hufflepuff isn't as "cool" and awesome as Gryffindor, but Percy would be a perfect puff.

For those who forgot, these are Hogwarts' house traits.

Gryffindors: bravery helping others, and chivalry.

Hufflepuffs: hard work, patience, loyalty, and fair play.

Ravenclaws: intelligence, knowledge, planning ahead, and wit.

Slytherins: ambition, cunningness, heritage, and resourcefulness.