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Echoes of Silence

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Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1410

Summary: In the aftermath of the war, Draco Malfoy wrestles with a profound identity crisis, liberated from the weight of his family's expectations but adrift in a world without the darkness that once defined him. Desperate, he turns to the one person he thinks might understand, the one person who’d always seemed to have the answers.

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Without the looming shadow of his family’s expectations, he found himself in a profound identity crisis. Who was he without the pressure, without the darkness that had defined his life for so long?

Draco wandered through the halls of Malfoy Manor, a ghost in his own home. The once grand estate felt like a prison now, the silence echoing his inner turmoil. He’d tried to bury himself in books, in potions, in anything that could distract him from the gnawing emptiness inside.

But nothing worked.

Desperate, he turned to the one person he thought might understand, the one person who’d always seemed to have the answers.

Hermione Granger.

It had taken all his courage to send that owl. Hermione was busy with her work at the Ministry, tirelessly advocating for equality and justice.

She was everything he wasn’t—brave, strong, righteous. What right did he have to ask anything of her?

But he was drowning, and he needed help.

Hermione was surprised when she received Draco’s letter.

They hadn’t spoken much since the end of the war, their paths having diverged sharply. Still, she couldn’t ignore the plea in his words. Reluctantly, she agreed to meet him at a small café in Diagon Alley, away from prying eyes.

When she arrived, Draco was already there, looking pale and gaunt. His usual aristocratic composure was shattered, replaced by a haunted look in his eyes.

Hermione sat down across from him, unsure of what to say.

"Thank you for coming," Draco began, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hermione nodded, waiting for him to continue. She could sense the turmoil within him, and it unsettled her. Despite their history, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.

" I don’t know who I am anymore," Draco confessed, staring into his cup of untouched tea. “Without my family’s influence, without the hatred that defined me for so long... I’m lost.”

Hermione’s heart ached at his admission. She knew the feeling all too well, the sense of being unmoored in a world that had changed so drastically.

She leaned forward, her expression softening.

"Draco, finding yourself takes time. It’s not something that happens overnight. You need to allow yourself to heal."

Draco clenched his fists, frustration bubbling to the surface. “But how? How do I move on from everything I’ve done? From the things I’ve seen?”

Hermione took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. “You start by forgiving yourself. And then, you make amends where you can. You can’t change the past, but you can shape your future.”

Her words, though well-meaning, struck a nerve. Draco’s temper flared.

"Forgive myself? You make it sound so easy! You don’t understand what it’s like to be me, to carry this guilt, this shame!"

Hermione’s eyes flashed with anger. “Don’t you dare tell me I don’t understand! I’ve spent years fighting for justice, for people like you to have a second chance. But you have to want it, Draco. You have to be willing to work for it!”

The tension between them crackled like lightning. Draco stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair. “I knew this was a mistake,” he spat, turning to leave.

Hermione was on her feet in an instant, grabbing his arm. “No, you don’t get to walk away! Not this time!” Her grip was firm, and for a moment, Draco saw a flicker of something in her eyes—compassion, understanding, maybe even a hint of her own pain.

Draco pulled away, his expression a mix of anger and desperation. “What do you want from me, Granger? I’m trying, but it’s not enough!”

“Then try harder!” Hermione shot back, her voice rising. “You can’t just give up because it’s difficult. We all have our demons, Draco. You’re not the only one suffering.”

Something in her words broke through his defences. Draco’s shoulders slumped, the fight draining out of him. “I don’t know how,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I don’t know how to be better.”

Hermione’s expression softened again, and she reached out, taking his hand in hers. “Then let me help you. We can figure it out together.”

Draco looked at her, the anger fading from his eyes, replaced by a glimmer of hope. He nodded slowly, the weight of his struggles momentarily lifting.

"Okay,” he said quietly. “Together.”

Later that evening as a rainstorm waged outside, Draco found himself restless. He paced the quiet halls of Malfoy Manor, his mind swirling with thoughts of his conversation with Hermione. Her words echoed in his ears, challenging him to confront his past and strive for a better future.

As Draco paced the grand halls of Malfoy Manor, the rain intensified outside, drumming against the windows like a persistent reminder of his inner turmoil. He couldn't shake the weight of his conversation with Hermione earlier that day.

Her words had pierced through his defences, stirring emotions he had long buried beneath the facade of Malfoy pride.

With each step, he felt the walls of his ancestral home closing in on him. He needed air, space—anything to escape the suffocating silence that echoed his uncertainty.

Without a plan, he found himself drawn to the large oak doors leading to the garden. Pushing them open, he stepped into the cool night air, the scent of rain and earth mingling around him.

Lost in thought, Draco almost didn't notice the figure standing at the edge of the garden, her silhouette illuminated by flashes of lightning.

Hermione stood there, her hair dampened by the rain, staring out into the darkness with a contemplative expression.

Their eyes met across the distance, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Draco hesitated, unsure whether to approach her. But as another crack of thunder echoed through the sky, Hermione turned towards him, her gaze searching his face.

"Draco," she called out softly, her voice barely audible over the storm.

He took a hesitant step forward, his heart pounding with a mix of apprehension and longing.

"Hermione," he replied, his voice carrying a rare vulnerability.

She didn’t respond with words. Instead, she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his in a desperate kiss. Draco responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her against him.

The kiss was a release of all the pent-up emotions, the pain, the longing, the unspoken desire. It was rough, urgent, filled with years of suppressed feelings. Hermione’s hands tangled in his hair, while Draco’s grip on her waist tightened, anchoring himself to her.

She gasped into his mouth as he trailed fiery kisses down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. Her back arched, pressing her body against his, feeling the heat radiating off him. His hands roamed over her wet clothes, sliding under her shirt to feel the warmth of her skin.

"Draco,” she breathed, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. “We shouldn’t...”

"Stop me,” he whispered back, his breath hot against her ear. “If you don’t want this, stop me now.”

But she couldn’t. She didn’t want to. Instead, she pulled him closer, her nails scraping lightly across his back as she kissed him with a renewed intensity. His hands slipped under her shirt, pushing it up, his fingers skimming over her bare skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Hermione’s head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as Draco’s lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, matching the frantic rhythm of her own. His hands were everywhere—her waist, her back, sliding down to grip her thigh and lift her leg around his waist.

"Gods, Hermione,” Draco groaned, his voice raw with desire. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

She let out a small sigh, hoping he couldn't hear it against the thunder-rain as his lips moved to her neck, sucking and nibbling on her sensitive skin.

Hermione's voice was a rough whisper as she pressed her forehead against hers. “Draco, I...”

Before she could finish, a loud clap of thunder echoed through the alley, startling them both. They jumped apart, their hearts racing with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

"I... I should go," Draco stammered, his cheeks flushed.

Hermione nodded silently, unable to meet his eyes. Without another word, Draco turned and hurried away into the rain, leaving her standing alone in downpour, as the darkness slowly consumed her, the taste of his kiss still lingering on her lips.

a (not so) short interlude: fanfiction

Hello friends!

This week I have taken a break from working on my original story and instead wrote a piece of fanfiction. At first glance this may not seem like something unusual. In my bio I state I am a professional nerd afterall, and though I don’t believe I have ever discussed it on here, I do consume quite a bit of fanfiction along with original novels. However, the truth is that I had never actually written fanfiction. Well, before this week that is. 

In my one writing class (the same writing class I am doing this blog for in fact) we have been assigned to create a Remix, which is basically what it sounds like: taking other people’s content and cut/copy and pasting it to create something different/new. Remixes are the basis of fan-culture: fanfiction, fanart, video edits– all of these constitute as Remixes. And so, of course, my first, and strongest idea, for the assignment was to write a fanfiction. I wasn’t sure if that was allowed within the constraints of the assignment, so this week I basically asked my professor if I could write and submit a fanfiction for a class assignment. 

The things you do at university ladies and gentlefolk. 

I didn’t ask in so many words of course, and my professor was super chill about it and seems really excited for what I would come up with so that's cool. She’s going to be reading this post at some point actually so… 

Hello, Professor M! Thanks for being so awesome! ᕱ__ᕱ 

Anyway, all this to say, I was inspired to write my first fanfiction this week. It is not a part of the project I will be turning in for class, however it does introduce and develop some original characters, relationships, and conflicts that I may include in my class fanfic.

Oh! And before I let you get into it, I suppose I should let y’all know that it’s a Harry Potter fanfiction. That being said, I hope you enjoy!!

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“Muggle sports are so interesting,” Em said, swinging the pale pink baseball bat she carried up onto her shoulder with a flourish. “Don’t you think, Marcus?” She rolled her head back over her shoulder with a taunting smile to stare down Marcus Flint, who paused from where he was sauntering down the hallway with the Slytherin quidditch team, scoffing at Emma’s question.

“You think I know what the fuck your talking about, blondie? Muggle sports? As if lower myself to even touch anything associated with muggles.” His massive nose wrinkled as if he had taken a whiff of something particularly nasty, sneering down at the smaller girl. The whole hallway has frozen by this point.

“What even is that thing?” Adrian Pucey called out, “Looks like a fucked Beater’s batt,” he said, unintentionally echoing my question from earlier. “Are you sure they even use that for sport? Looks thin enough it could snap in half with one blow.” Laughter tittered through the gathered Slytherins and even some pure blood students from other houses.

“And would they even hit anything with it?” Malfoy cut in, snidely. “They’re not as developed as wizards, with their inferior reflexes. Clumsy oafs.” He sniffed with derision and the Slytherin’s laughter grew, through the rest of the students had piped down. Emma’s smile had dropped.

Flint’s sneer turned into a cruel grin “I’d think you would know that quite well, what with the spectacle your relatives made last year.” 

He was, of course, referring to when Emma had gotten caught up in the Chamber of secrets mess and had been petrified. Her muggle aunt had some to visit all the way from America and was in hysterics, though, rightfully so. Ems had to wait until near the end of the term for the mandrake draught to age to be cured as the Hogwarts Board had not seen it fit to allot a budget to import some from overseas. 

As Pucey, Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin team snickered, Flint continued on, striking his final blow, “Poor little mudblood.” 

He leaned back, apparently satisfied with himself as Ems spun on her heel to face him fully, steel in her eyes and stone faced, the pink bat still on her shoulder. 

The thing about Emma that many people still don’t get, even though we are well into our Fourth Year at Hogwarts, is that though she may be a Hufflepuff, she is never one to back down from a challenge. Especially if she initiated it. Especially if it deals insults to her family and friends.

A sickeningly sweet smile rose to her face. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Marcus,” she simpered, false concern evident in her voice, “I forget sometimes that some people are so uneducated on this side of the pond.” Flint's face dropped and his relaxed pose faltered. “I’ll make sure to speak slowly for you, don’t worry.” That gained Ems a few snickers of her own from the other students in the crowded hall, but the Slytherins all tensed and a few people left to go grab a Professor.

Emma took a step forward as if nothing was wrong, smile still in place, but fire in her eyes. “This is called a baseball bat. It’s used in a sport called baseball. It’s very popular in America, even among the wizarding community. I unfortunately don’t think I have the skills to explain the whole game to you in a way that you would understand, but a baseball bat functions similarly to a beater bat. However, the ball that one must hit is much smaller than a bludger.” Emma paused here to take another step forward, her smile growing into something sharper. “What that means, Marcus, is that a baseball bat is much, much better for hitting,” she glanced down his body, making sure he saw the direction of her gaze when she looked back into his eyes a few seconds later, “smaller targets.”

Marcus inhaled sharply and the Slytherin team stood frozen as several students in the hall burst into laughter. Emma stepped back, her smile turning into a much more genuine smirk. “And for the record Marcus, I’m very grateful my aunt came all the way from America to visit me when I was attacked by the Heir of Slytherin. I’m very lucky to have such wonderful family. I’m sure your father would have done the same for you.” Flint flinched back slightly, hurt flashing across his face, though it was quickly covered by a scowl. Now that was a bit of a low blow, though arguably it was deserved. It was the worst kept secret in Slytherin that Marcus and his father did not get along, to put it lightly. 

Just then, a Ravenclaw prefect rounded the corner with Professors McGonagall and Snape in tow. Students very quickly began to disperse, including the rest of the Slytherin team, as Professor Snape raised an eyebrow at the scene. “Just what is going on here?” 

“Nothing, professors,” Emma bounced on her heels as she turned towards Snape and McGonagall, beaming at them. I could have sworn I heard Professor Snape mutter “too bright” under his breath, but I could be mistaken. “I was just telling Marcus about the American muggle sport called baseball,” she gestured to the bat on her shoulder.

Then, she turned to look at Flint again. “I’m so sorry to cut this riveting conversation short but I really do have to go and check on some of my plants. I’m sure Professor Burbage would be happy to continue to explain baseball to you if you ask politely. Though, that may be a challenge for you,” she nodded gravely to herself, “You should work on that. I hear that adequate etiquette skills are needed in pure blood circles, but I’m sure I wouldn’t know anything about that, being muggleborn myself.” 

She smirked at Flint, daring him to say anything and reveal the fact that he had called her a slur. Flint looked down and glared at the floor. Ems shifted her gaze back to the bewildered professors. “I was actually raised in the wizarding world, professors. It’s actually quite interesting! The American magical government is a little less strict about no-maj, sorry, muggle separation and my muggle aunt did marry a wizard.” 

“When my parents passed away and my aunt and uncle took me in, they revealed the world of magic to me. My aunt still works in the muggle world, but my uncle works for MACUSA.” Ems grinned. “That’s how it was so easy for me to get approval to study abroad here at Hogwarts. It’s where my uncle went. Anyway, I really do have to go. See you in transfiguration tomorrow Professor MacGonagal, bye!” With that Emma skipped away.

Snape shook his head slightly and turned back to Flint. “Do you have anything to add to Miss Williams’ account, Mr Flint.”

Flint’s mouth pinched and his shoulders hunched but he just shook his head and said, “No, Professor.”

MacGonagal huffed a short breath. “Right, then. Everything seems to be in order.” She  shooed Flint off. “Away with you Mr Flint, there’s no need to dawdle in the corridors. And thank you Mr Turner for grabbing us to deescalate the situation,” she said turning to the prefect, “2 points to Ravenclaw.”

Flint shuffled off, as MacGonagal left with the Ravenclaw prefect, Turner, who was asking her about something or other transfiguration related. Only Snape remained in the hall, and when both parties turned opposite corners, he spoke again. “Miss Woodward.”

I remained hidden. 

He sighed. “Miss Woodward I would like an account of these events from your own perspective this evening. Please arrive at my office after dinner, no later than 7.” With that he turned and stalked off.

I stepped out from the tapestry I was hiding behind and made a mental note to send Ems a note thanking her. I myself then turned and made my way to the courtyard despite the winter chill, resolved to avoid the dungeons and my head of house until after dinner.

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I’m quite proud of what I have written here and for my first fanfiction ever I don’t think I’ve done too shabby of a job. But, with that, since this post is a little longer than normal, I shall let you go.

Remember: dot your  your j’s and cross your t’s! ᕱ__ᕱ 

~Clementine J. Quincey 🪷

nanowrimo + more fanfiction

Hello friends!

Today I have some exciting (and mildly terrifying) news to share. I have decided at the last minute to attempt to participate in NaNoWriMo this year! ᕱ__ᕱ  I know I’ve mentioned it on here before, but for those who don’t know NaNoWriMo, short for National Novel Writing Month, is a 30 day writing challenge that takes place in November every year. The goal is to have a 50,000 word manuscript of something done by the end of the month.  (Here is a link with more info if y’all are interested!) As an ardent fanfic reader, consuming 50,000 words is all in a day's work. As an amature writer who is currently struggling to gain back a bulk of my creative writing muscles that I have lost from disuse, writing 50,000 words is an uphill battle. 

Since I am a full time student with a part time job I have decided to be nice to myself and make my own personal goal 25,000 words in 30 days. If I hit 50,000, that would be awesome, but I don’t want to beat myself up if I fall short. And for those of you (my fellow AO3 enthusiasts arise!) who are looking at 25,000 words and saying “Clem! That’s going to be a piece of cake! 25,000 words is nothing!” let me put it in perspective for you. 25,000 words is about 100 pages of double spaced 12pt font typing. 100! PAGES!!! 

So, what does that mean for this blog? As this is still a school assignment, I do need to keep up with posting weekly, but I may not be posting anything about my original story for the month of November. I want to give myself space to work on that on its own as my original story is the project I am working on for NaNoWriMo. However, like I said, you can count on me to post something involving creative writing here once a week. ᕱ__ᕱ 

For this week, I have decided to post part of the class assignment that I wrote a Harry Potter fanfiction for 2 weeks ago. Below are images of a letter that my original Slytherin character wrote to her father during her (and Harry Potter’s) first year at Hogwarts. 

I am done with the assignment now, but I think I may decide to continue on with this OC at some point. Who knows? Not me! All I know is that by the end of November I am never going to want to touch a keyboard again. (“Do creative writing,” they said.  “It will be fun,” they said.) Well, that’s all from me for now! 

Remember to dot your j’s and cross your t’s this NaNoWriMo season! ᕱ__ᕱ 

~Clementine J. Quincey 🪷

Scenarios/Ideas to script in your Hogwarts DR —

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> Playing Hide And Seek around the castle with your friends (group)

> Pranking Filch 🫢🤭

> Dancing to your song with your S/O

> Karaoke in your dorm w/ your dorm mate(s)

> Swim day at the black lake with your friends (or date w/ your S/O 😏)

> Hunting for potions ingredients in the forbidden forest w/ Luna

> Helping Hagrid with magical creatures

> Put puking pastels in peoples drinks in the great hall

> Play music during Umbridges lesson when she’s not looking

> Write love notes to someone pretending to be someone else and drop/leave it somewhere random

> Race Oliver Wood around Hogwarts on a broom

> Confuse your friends/CC/ S/O with slang, saying, trends or inside jokes from this reality

> Bully Crabbe and Goyle 😇🤫

> Speak in another language for a whole day to your S/O or CC

> Jinx Draco with a dancing jinx

> Play Gobbstones 🤷‍♀️

> Start a prank war with other houses or your year level

> Duel a Professor and try to beat them (Professor Snape 😬)

> True or Dare with truth serum (Bit basic but classic 👌)

> Have a bonfire at night at the black lake with your friends, CC(s) and S/O

> Have a band at Hogwarts that play at house parties or special occasions/events

A/n: Let me know if you want me to do more or if you have any ideas you want me to write. This is my first post and I hope you like it 🫣😅

Misunderstandings -

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Mattheo Riddle x Reader (Female)

Summery: Reader has a fight with Mattheo and avoids/ignores him for a week. When Mattheo finally finds her alone to apologise will she forgive and forget or will she not make this easy for him.

A/n: Fluff, Tiny little bit of angst? Use of y/n, kind of a short story, sorry if it’s not the best this is my first story/post 😅

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A week. A week I’ve been avoiding Mattheo.

“You’re going to have to speak to him at some point y’know?”

“Yeah, I know, but that’s not the point.”

A few days ago on Tuesday, Mattheo and I were out with our friend group and as we were browsing through Zonko’s joke shop. I was joking around with Pansy and Astoria when I overheard Mattheo talking- no, FLIRTING with this girls from Hufflepuff. When I went to speak to him about it later that evening while he was lying in my bed, we got into an argument over how he claims it ‘wasn’t that big of a deal’!

“Well what is the point? Just kiss and make up like you always do, you know he didn’t mean it, we’ve all been stressed recently about our OWL’s.”

At this point in time Pansy is trying to convince me to forgive Mattheo so we can go on this double date she’s been planning.

“The point is that until he apologises I’m not going to speak to him. If he thinks it’s ok to flirt with other women while his in a relationship, he better wake up and smell the roses because that’s not the case.”

I huff as Pansy reaches into her bag of chips making a crinkly noise. I place my hands on the side of my head and re-read the sentence of my text book.

“Well don’t you think you should calm it down on the studying a bit? I mean, you never really study outside of class for anything so why are you so pressed about mid year exams? You should really take a break.”

I sigh. Pansy’s right. I never study outside of class. But I really want to become an auror and to do that I need to have phenomenal OWL results.

“Ughhhhhh!”

I chuck my pencil down at my at my book and lean back in my chair.

“Your right… but I really have to have good grades to become and auror and you know how bad I am with studying. I can never sit and focus on anything.”

“Yeah but with the amount of pressure you’ve been putting on yourself there’s no way you wasted the time you studied, right?”

“No, of course not.”

“Well then relax a bit! You’ve already obtained a lot of knowledge now calm it down, take a break.”

I turn my head to look at Pansy as she gives me a knowing look.

“Fineeeee. What do you want to do?”

“Well I was thinking me and you head to the common room to look for a certain someone for you to make up with? And then we can go on our date tomorrow?”

I stand up.

“Pansy no! You don’t get it! You want us to make up and your pestering me about it when he should be the one making it up to me! Look. I know you and Blaise have a really good relationship, but, I don’t want to have to put up and let Mattheo flirting with other girls slide.”

When look down at her she looks taken aback.

“Look I’m sorry ok? I… I just need some fresh air.”

I rush out of our shared dorm and headed straight for the Astronomy tower. My comfort place.

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As I reached the top of the stairs I instantly regretted my outfit choice as I was in leggings and a thin, baggy t-shirt, not fit for the autumn wind. But still, I went to the edge of the tower and leaned against the railing, watching as the light of the sunset slowly peak through the clouds.

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It’s late now. The sunset has almost gone down and I’m still freezing my ass off in this cold wind. Maybe I should go back and get a jumper? Just then I feel some warm arms enclose around my waist, pulling me back a bit into a warm rock hard chest and in the corner of my eye I see some dark brown curly hair and know it’s Mattheo. Still mad, I look back to the almost gone sunset, while Mattheo rests his head in the crook of my neck.

I refuse to say anything. He has royally pissed me off this boy and I’m not going to forgive him very easily.

“Darling…” Mattheo whispers in my ear, brushing my hair over my shoulder and kissing my neck very softly and gentle.

Woah…

I shuffle on my spot, shrugging my shoulders to get him off of me. I’m not allowing myself to fall for his little charm tricks yet.

“Oh come on, princess.”

He groans and grabs my forearm, spinning me around and nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck. He kisses up and down all over my neck.

“Mattheo— stop.”

I say annoyed. He hasn’t even tried to apologise yet.

“Darling— y/n, look. Look at me… please?”

I look up at him in the eyes, the last bits of light from the final moments of sunlight reflecting off them.

“I’m sorry I upset you. I didn’t mean to upset you, I know there is no excuse for what you heard but I wasn’t trying to flirt with them. I was just trying to buy something and those girls happened to have one left.”

“So you flirt with them so you can what? Get the last pack of flavoured jellybeans? Fizzing Wizbees?”

“What? Darling no. I would never that. I was buying something off them.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small white box with a pink ribbon wrapped around it. He grabbed my hand gently and placed the small box in my palm. I looked up at him confused.

“Just open it.”

I looked at him suspiciously but then undo the ribbon. Inside was a beautiful ring. The ring was silver with a silver snake wrapping around a gem stone, the colour of my eyes, placed in the middle of the ring. And at the bottom of the white box was a small note that said: Custom made by Ella Johnson and Sadie Smith xx

…Oh…

“Im— Im so sorry, I—”

“Darling you have nothing to apologise for. I’m sorry for arguing with you about it. I should have told you.”

He said as his pulled me in closer by the back of my head and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. I hug him back and sob. I feel like a terrible girlfriend. Mattheo pulled back and took the ring. He then took my hand a slid it onto my finger.

“I love you so much y/n, you have no idea.”

“I love you too Mattheo.”

We both spun around and looked out on the grounds. The suns head just about to go down. As we watched the sunset together until it was dark, Mattheo wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.

“How about my dorm? Maybe we can still go on that double date tomorrow? If you’re up for it?

“Of course.”

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Just thinking about Mattheo for like the 500,0000th time today.

Literally them in my DR 🖤🐍

Memories of the Black lake:

Includes: (Implied) Fem!Reader x Mattheo Riddle, Angst, some fluff, mentions of drugs and sleeping around. Let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: Reader goes to the black lake to clear her head and ends up reminiscing about good times before she meets up with the golden trio. 

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The fresh air, cold and soft, blew against my face. It’s funny because the last time I was at the black lake things were different. Being at the black lake now tends to bring back a feeling of nostalgia but also pain.

The last time I was here, it was almost dark. The sun was setting and instead of being on my lonesome, I was with my group. My friends. We had all snuck out of the castle to have a late night bonfire and swim.

We were all happy and laughing, forget about all problems, oblivious to how things would change in the matter of weeks.

“Hey Theo! Bet you can’t make a bigger splash than me!”

“Your on mate!”

Theodore and Mattheo were jumping from a tree into the lake, trying to make the biggest splash while Draco, Blaise and Lorenzo judged who won.

Pansy, Astoria, Daphne and I were on the pattern blanket, next to the fire as they watched the boys jump into the water.

“Boo, come on Matt, even Professor Snape could do better than that!”

He got mad at me for that and chucked me in the lake. It was good fun.

Tom instead sat quietly with us reading and watching, and for once in a long while I saw a small smile on his lips.

Everything was perfect.

Was.

A week after that the boys started to avoid us girls.

Draco became distant. From everyone. He and Astoria got into a fight not long after his cold behaviour started and he broke up with her. He only ever interacted with the boys on occasions and never with us girls.

Theodore fell back into his smoking habits and started being really toxic and moody towards everyone. He got into fights alongside Mattheo although those two rarely interacted.

Lorenzo skipped class and stopped showing up for meals. His grades went to shit, he went to lots of parties and slept around. He only hung out with Blaise and was always on high alert from some of the drugs he took.

Blaise never participated in class and was always quiet. He became more nonchalant than before. He and Lorenzo hung out and did drugs together often. He and Pansy stoped talking when he drove her away by sleeping around.

Mattheo started drinking a lot. He became abusive. He was constantly angry and tired. He got no sleep and it became rare to see him around the castle unless he was smoking or getting into fights. The last time we spoke he was yelling and smashing things.

And Tom. He was like a ghost. No one ever saw him.

The boys quit Quidditch and any other activities they did. Us girls tried to help them but they did everything in their power to keep us away and if we got too close they would be hurtful and nasty towards us.

Then it was us girls.

After the break up, Astoria was heartbroken. She became a wreck. She didn’t care about anything anymore. She became so depressed she begged her mother to move her with her cousins at beauxbatons.

Daphne felt sick in the stomach. She went to comfort Draco about how heartbroken her sister had become. She couldn’t believe how cold and nonchalant he was about it. She chose to move with her sister to beauxbatons.

Pansy started to get involved in dark magic. She became really shady and started hanging out with some of the boys again. Every time I tried to talk to her she would ignore me. We had a massive argument and had a fallout.

And then there is me. I started hanging out with Potter, Weasley and Granger. They are really friendly. Mattheo found out and started to yell, smashing things, saying that it was either him or them. I never chose, so, he chose for me. That was the last time we spoke.

It’s been 4 weeks.

Daphne, Astoria and I are still in contact.

There is a war coming.

The fresh air, cold and soft, blew against my face. It’s funny because the last time I was at the black lake things were different.

It’s now early in the morning. Last night Hogwarts was invaded by death eaters. Dumbledore died and I’m supposed to meet Harry, Ron and Hermione on the astronomy tower in a few.

I hope my friends will come back to me.

I hope my boy will come back to me.

I wish that they stay safe in the war.

the changing of seasons at hogwarts is a dream, sometimes I find myself reading books just so I can feel that life, may actually be beautiful <3

None of these images belong to me obvi !!!!

Funko-Amit has joined the team of my Hogwarts-Funko-Collection ☺️

Raise your wands 🪄

R.I.P Maggie Smith

Thank you for the memories

(Note: First things first,my first language it's not English, so, sorry for any misspelling, and anything like that for the matter. Second, yes, you are right, but also, it's not that they didn't knew that that was basically imposible, it's that they pretended they didn't knew, but they did, it was just more convient to belivie that Harry did it, even if a lot of people didn't have 'anything' againts muggles or muggleborns, and weren't blood purist, it dosen't mean they didn't have prejudices and they weren't "slightly" bigoted, come on guys, this was the 80's-90's, it dosen't matter how advanced some families were in comparison of others in their views on this matters, they still HAD to be at least a bit prejudiced, some more than others)

The only reason they give credit to Harry and not Lily, it's because they rather believe that a one year old Halfblood (Son of James Potter, a great Wizard and a soldier, who is part of a noble pureblood family, even if they are blood traitors) baby in diapers defeates Voldemort, rather than to believe that a brilliant, war soldier, muggleborn 21 years old, acomplished young woman, who dosen't have a drop of magic blood in her veins defeated him, Voldemort, the greatest dark lord, in a while (sorry grindelwald) one of the most powerful wizards at that time.

Also, there's a theory that Lily used Dark Blood Magic to save Harry, which would make sense, since "why would the Wizarding World believe that a muggleborn witch (no matter how brilliant of a witch,smart,clever, powerful, or great Lily Evans was) could be able to defeat the greatest dark lord they have ever seen, in his own domain (dark magic)"

Even more so, since it would be blood magic, which is really powerful, prohibited, basically lost at that point, except for, like, in the libraries of the most olds pureblood families, and the possibility that maybe, just maybe, there may be, one or two books of it in the restricted section of Hogwarts,that is, of course, if Dumbledore didn't burn those, or Tom stole/send someone to get them in his research for something to make him inmortal apart for the horrocruxs.

more importantly, they would think "where she would get the knowledge?"

like i said before, she was a muggleborn, there's only so much she can learn from her friends (either muggleborns, halfbloods, or blood traitors, all of them, light) and the library, but also, like i said before, she used to be friends with Snape. With the increasing attacks to muggleborns (gee, i wonder, who could be part of the attacks? Definitely not, Severus 'Death Eater-Friend with more death eaters' Snape), Lily was probably scared/on guard, especially after Lily's Friends, Mary Mcdonald, was attacked by Mulciber, so, she could have easily mentioned this to Snape, and him, being the great friend he was, asked one of his Friends (death eaters a.k.a baby terrorists) for a copy of a book on the dark art, especificaly something on protection, and after he had it in his hands, he gave it to Lily. Where, She, years later, even after she ended her friendship with Snape, with a son, in the middle of war, with the 'light' side losing, was desperate (Peter's Anxiety, Sirius paranoia, James losing his smile, Remus risking his life, Mary becoming more and more miserable by the day, Dorcas self-destruction, Marlene's Death.), She found the book. She felt the power of the spell / ritual / whatever the fuck that was a "mother's love" (dumbledore's worlds, not mine, jesus, like any other mother didnt love their child the same). And She did it, She protected her child.

She wasn't recognised, She wasn't famous.

She didnt do it for any of that anyways, but her child's safety.

He was safe, Harry was finally safe, the Dark lord should be dead.

Or was he?

(The ones that knew her obviously didn't remember her friendship with Severus "bat complex" Snape, they didn't remember how terrifying she could be when defending those who are her, how she was as fiery as a forest fire, her cleverness, the cunning in her veins, the force with which she protected and loved those close to her.

they saw the kind in those forest green eyes of her, but didnt saw the burning behind them.

the one who did saw it was long gone, dead, his body rotting six feet underground, and his mind in peace thinking he saved his son and his wife)

My absolute favourite thing about harry potter is that when people found the potters dead and voldemort dead and harry alive their first explaination was “This baby killed voldemort” and they never looked back

My kid wants to read some of my fanfic - and if you've read any of it, you'll know that it is not appropriate for a pre-teen.

She loves Heartstopper though (who doesnt?), so for my third WIP (ha!), I'm writing a very sweet and fluffy Draco POV, one-shot, diary type Drarry.

If she hates it, I'll let you know.

#iamwriting

#drarry

#nosmut

#moreplot

Slytherin headcannons 🫶🏼

Remember, these are MY head cannons. It's okay to disagree, but don't hate me, please. Also, I'm new to this. It's my first post.

⚠️ I just wanna say that the slytherin boys are English aristocrats Purebloods, so I'm writing them like that, I feel like they have been too modernised and became really american. If you don't like it, just block me, I'm scared of getting hate, so please be nice.

Mattheo Riddle:

. He would be very reserved and quiet

. You have to be very close with him for him to be playful

. Does like to joke

. He gets into fights sometimes, but when he does, he uses his wand

. is actually insecure about his scars

. He thinks he'll never fall in love

.spoiled because he grew up with draco and gets everything

. Closest with draco but they pretend to find eachother annoying

. He gets angry easily and hates it

. Secretly likes muggle poetry

. Is a good drawer but no one knows

. Very private

. Not a f- boy, sure he does it sometimes, but he doesn't like being physically close with people. And most girls avoid him because he's scary

. He likes shy, sweet girls. He thinks it's cute to tease them. But because he is mean, he will scare a girl like that away on purpose because he feels like he's too bad for them.

Tom riddle

. Dosent have any friends

. He only lurkes around mattheos friends when in the common room because his brother

. Would probably ignore you at first

. Really mean

. Teachers pet

. Pretends to be charming

. In result people actually like him, he just dosent like them

. He's convinced he's like his father and is not capable of love

. Germophobe

. Thinks muggles are pathetic

. He's sassy

. Likes quieter girls who don't party and be really loud, girls like that irritate him (sorry)

. Virgin. Did you think otherwise 🤨 who's he gonna be sleeping with?

. Insanely smart

Draco Malfoy

. Superiority complex

. Also really mean 😭

. Loves gatherings and lavish parties

. Is a f- boy

. Let's be real he's sexist (they all are a little sexist they are boys from the 90s...)

. Bragging king

. He likes girls who will feed into his ego. Pureblood and Sophisticated. He also like smart girls, he thinks dumb people are annoying

. He only hangs out with goyle and Crab because they feed his ego

. Mummy's boy and will compare you to his mum 😭 (well my mum does this... she does that...)

. He would hate you if you mention the ferret thing

. Dosent like sensitive girls because they can't handle his crule 'jokes'

. Idk why people are adding to his trauma and saying his father was abusive... It's mentioned so many times how his parents love him and spoil him so much

Blaise Zabini

. Quiet

. Stoic, but is funny

. Knows how to treat a lady because of his mum

. Dosent like how draco treats girls

. Is really sweet. He'll do cute things for your birthday and valentines

. Really good dancer

. Slight superiority complex

. Had a teddy bear from his mum in first year but got made fun for it so he hides it in his room

. SASSY TO THE MAX

. Not on voldermorts' side or Harry's, he dosent want to get involved and dosent like what voldermort does

. Criticises the food all the time

. He goes to parties but will sit in the corner

. He's dated a few girls, but I don't think he sleeps around, maybe once or twice

. He likes girls who are more energetic than him, likes to listen to you rant about whatever the heck you do, and he does like girls who are a little weird and in their own head

Theodore Nott

. I do see him as Italian

. When he first came to hogwarts, his English wasn't very good, and draco and lorenzo taught him bad words but made him think they meant something else

. Introvert

. Gets exsited about little things

. Dosent talk about his mum

. Sleeps around but is quiet about it, he dosent brag

. He's kinda thick in the head, he has blonde moments

. Forgets a word in English and Italian, then gets really frustrated when people don't understand what he's saying (bilingual troubles)

. Thought Seamus was speaking a different language when he Sat next to him because he didn't understand his accent

. He likes girls who are really sweet and friendly and really good with children. He doesn't know why, but something about seeing his girl being really good with children makes his heart flutter

. Likes to draw but is really bad at it

. Really book smart, but without common sense

. He's really calm. It takes quite a lot for him to blow up surprisingly

.always eating, carries food around in his pockets to snack on, and gets in trouble for it

. Likes muggle music (David Bowie, Billy Joel, Harry nilson...)

Lorenzo Berkshire

. He gets mischaracterised the most

. He is really sweet, but he's also a player and the worst one for it

. Very cocky

. Bffs with theo and blaise

. Mummy issues

. He's the guy in the back of the class being loud

. He doesn't bully people but will make fun of them behind their back

. Friends with the Weasely twins (his dealer)

. He gets so excited about everything

. I see his personality really simular to mathew Grey gublers (if you don't know him, search him up, I love him)

. He likes girls who he can joke about with and play around, girls who are extroverted with loads of energy to match his freak

(If he was in this gen, he would speak brain rot)

That's it 🫶🏼 tell me your hc's

first meet, which is right after she beats his ass in DADA lmao meet my MC: Everelda Blight, She/Her, Slytherin, "the new fifth year", and ENTP

I kinda wish UA, the school itself was sentient- similar to how people view Hogwarts

I love this so much

Lily: *sensory seeking ADHD* don't you love Hogwarts Sev?!

Snape: *sensory deprivation autistic* AbSoLuTeLy nOt

Magical Theory - Pt. 3 (Unforgivables Edition)

We back in it.

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The Unforgivable Curses are the three most powerful (known) Dark Magic spells in the world. They fall under the category of Black Magic, due to one of their requirements for use being the full intent to cause harm and possess a particularly curious consequence: damage to the soul.

Imperio is considered the most lightly-sentenced of the unforgivables, meaning you’ll only get one life sentence for using it instead of multiple (however, this also depends on what exactly the caster made the target do – I can absolutely see people using this spell for the dumbest crap, think Karens-at-Walmart levels of stupid). This curse requires the caster to have the desire to completely enslave the target as well as knowing what exactly they want the target to do. This curse causes some damage to the soul and its tie to the caster’s body. It is also the easiest to cast of the three.

Crucio is considered by some to be the cruelest of the unforgivables. Multiple life sentences are generally given for using it; however, it is heavily rumored that officials within the Ministry of Magic have gotten away with using it for hundreds of years. The spell requires the caster to have the desire to cause pain and suffering. Hate, rage, and other strong negative emotions produce more potent magic, so this specific spell is extremely powerful and extremely dangerous to use as it can easily go out of control. This spell can have similar effects to those of Avada Kedavra if used often.

Avada Kedavra is the most dreaded of the three curses. Casters of this curse will receive more life sentences than those who have just cast Crucio, though the number of sentences is also affected by how many people the caster has killed with the spell as well. Reasons for this are the spell requirements and results; this specific spell requires the caster to have the unremitting desire to murder their target. Desiring the death of their target is not enough in this case for the spell to be successful. The spell itself will only react to the rage, hate, and/or desire for destruction that come with committing a murder. This spell essentially shatters the tie between the soul and body, much like how a dementor rips tis tie as it sucks a person’s soul out. As a result, the ties holding the caster’s soul to their body is loosened or broken slightly. The more often the caster uses Avada Kedavra, the more their soul will shatter. However, these pieces of their soul can be saved (with great difficulty and care) and placed into Horcruxes to give them (potentially) eternal life.