#The Best Headcanon Ever Heard #harrypotter

#The best headcanon ever heard #harrypotter

illegal contraband at hogwarts

muggle-born gryffindor: heard you were looking for me.

hufflepuff: *whispering* do you have the stuff?

gryffindor: *pulls out three boxes of glitter pens* which one do you want? neons, pastels, or regulars.

hufflepuff: regulars, please.

gryffindor: good choice. that'll be two galleons.

hufflepuff: *hands over 2 galleons* there.

gryffindor: pleasure doing business with you.

Sirius: criminal record? The only illegal thing i’ve done it absolutely kill it on the dance floor

Sirius: *finger guns*

Teddy Lupin’s 17th birthday.

I think this might be too fluffy to publish on ff.net/ao3, but I know you guys appreciate sickening fluff. A Harry and Teddy godfather/godson fluff piece, mild warnings for alcohol use.

The laughter was loud, the wine was being poured, Ron and George were digging around in the pantry for the beer they were sure was stashed away somewhere. There was a rumbling upstairs from the kids racing around, and a shrieking - a loud thunk made Harry and a handful of the other parents look up at the ceiling, but when they only heard an irritated ‘Owww!’ rather than anything that sounded like a serious injury, they went back to laughing over Angelina’s anecdote.

Molly and Audrey busied themselves with the food, a stunning display of salads and charcuterie boards, crusty bread and bowls of olive oil and balsamic, several rotisserie chickens and plates of neatly arranged seafood Ron had already loudly insisted he wouldn’t touch. Hermione was enchanting streamers and bunting of every colour to drape themselves elegantly around the room, and Angelina, pins in her mouth, was putting up the happy birthday banner.

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Teddy is, after all, the offspring of a Marauder. (insp) 

Sirius: you took a life today, Snape

Sirius: the life of the party