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well, hello. my name is harry james potter. you may know a lot about me - at least what's said in textbooks. but i find that i'm quite different from what is written.
i tend to be rather nice. i won't bite, so feel free to owl me at any point. i may take a few days to get back to you, but i promise you that i will.
percy weasley is mine.
my thoughts on this being a 'roleplay'.
this here, is proof: no one is invincible.
I've gotten a handful of private questions regarding where I've been hiding on our hiatus. And while we are still on hiatus (and enjoying it, completely), I wanted to share a place where you can, more often than not, find me hiding out.
Many of my followers have been here since late summer last year, and even though we are taking an extended beyond extended break, I wanted to allow those who enjoyed having me around to find the place where I mostly read and relax. Not that I run the bloody thing or anything.. It's just a fun place to relax.
If you're interested, visit here.
Also, Percy is fantastic at camping. We would have died without the fire he made.
As you may have noticed, there has been an absence between Percy and myself through our blogs and responding to owls. After Lily and I came back from her art trip, I realized how much time I missed out on simply enjoying her presence alone. For the last eight months of my life I have thoroughly enjoyed answering owls and showcasing magic and art – it’s been highlights of my day, honestly. A life changing experience one would say.
But for now, I am going to continue to take time off (as is Percy) so we can simply spent quality time together alongsideour children and family and friends.
That does not mean we are going away permanently, but I can fashion to you that all good things do come to an end. While our story is not ending as of right now, it will at some point. This hiatus is made to only be temporary and we’ll decide at whatever point in the next few months as to where our lives will lead. But for now, we’re simply going to take time for ourselves and enjoy life, our relationship, and everything in between.
Someone once wrote to me and asked why I always did for others and never for myself, and so for this once, I will be selfish and do this for me. But don’t think of this as goodbye forever. I can assure you that from time to time art will be shown and sometime in the future – after a month or two or so – Percy and I will come back and decide what we want to do from here on out.
In between now and then know that I constantly think about the friends I have made on here and even though I am ceasing owling and communicating, you all will remain friends to me till the end of my days.
I really do care about you all.
Hoping you’ll still stick with me to the end,
Just Harry
Harry, thank you for answering honestly about your kinky side with Percy. It's given me the inspiration to look for my local BDSM community and develop my kinky side. I've just found myself a possible sub who I now have a date with next week. :) Thanks for always being open and honest. I promise to be safe and smart about these ambitions.
Hullo, Anonymous,
I'm off work early today, and this is the last owl Harry specifically told me that I could answer if I wanted. So, anyway. On to answering.
I was actually on the fence about letting him answer about his kinky side with me earlier this month. We talked about it a bit, but I finally relented. Usually I'm not one to, well, speak of these types of things in a public arena such as this, but after he told me about this owl, I'm glad I did relent. *grins*
It's been just a day over a week since you sent this - not sure if you've been on that date yet, but if you have, I hope it went fantastic, and if you haven't gone on it yet, then I hope that it will be fantastic.
Thank you very much for sending this in, and I hope your day's great!
I won't publish your owl with my own response, leaving that to Harry for when he comes back and he has something, anything else to say. (As he is definitely more knowledgeable and able to help on the issue more than I can.)
Anyway, yours was the one about suggestions for helping with depression issues. (Also! Also, your English is not bad at all. I could read it fine.)
Your owl actually hit pretty close to home with me. I mean, not as much now that I'm with Harry and I'm older, but when I was younger I worried a lot about work and taking care of myself and all that what am I doing with my life? kind of stuff. You said yours is mainly about school and bills. But school's a lot like work anyway, except you don't get paid.
I would give a suggestion of somehow distancing yourself from those worries at least an hour or two each day (or more). Or, wait, wait. Instead, you could only worry about them for one hour a day. Set aside your time for worrying, and outside of that time try your best to focus on something else. Take a walk. If you're a Muggle, go out driving and just listen to your radio or play one of those CDs in your car. Listen to happy or relaxing music. Write. Draw. Do what you like and what brings you happiness. Just immerse yourself in something else besides your worries, if only for half an hour a day. Just, er, whichever approach sounds best to you and your life.
I'm not trying to say that you should just push the worrying away, since whatever you do worry about, whatever problems, you'll have to tackle sometime but you don't have to let them overwhelm you. Worrying to some degree is just part of being human, but when, as you said, "they start to stress me out to the point where I get really sad and I feel hopeless," that's not good at all. I was there in the past, where it was all stress and nothing else, and it takes a toll on your mind and body and just everything. Myself, I'd read books or watch telly, or even go on walks just to get away from everything for a bit and it helped. Something to focus on besides myself, something else to do.
If you can find someone to talk to about your worries and stress though, that would be the best option in my opinion. It's just good to get your thoughts out there and know that you're not, well, alone. I don't know if you feel that way, but anyway, just talking to someone you trust helps. Whether it's family or friends, just someone you feel safe around.
I hope that some of this has helped, even though it's all just from my heart and head and nothing else. I'll leave Harry to say anything else if he wants, since I'm sure he could help you a lot more than I ever could, but I just wanted to say something while he's still gone.
Let us know how things go with all this, though, okay? If you want, of course. I just hope that you get to feeling better.
First I just thought I should tell you that Harry told me in our private owlery that I got an "awesome owl" to answer right after you sent this. So, yeah. Right. Take that as you will. (And I assuming he meant this owl, since the times match up.)
Anyway. We have not spoken about this matter, so there is no "when" at all right now. I'm fine with where we are now, and it has only been around two months now since everything with Severus happened. I don't like to rush into things like this, so I don't think it will be anytime soon. Unless, of course, Harry ever wants to. Whenever. I can't see myself with anyone else other than him, so there is that for you to know. But I cannot speak of any dates since there are none at the moment.
Again, if Harry wants to address this any further, he can when he gets back, as I can't speak for him completely.
I assume (well, more than assume but, right) that you meant for Harry to answer this, but he told me, again before he left, that I could answer it - and er, I can answer for myself accurately, and I'll just guess as best as I can with Harry. He can explain more when he comes back if he wants to.
I've been with both men and women, so, yes, I could say that I am still attracted to some women. However, attraction is not the same as love. I can still be attracted to the female form and all, but I'm not in love with any woman (or man for that matter). I'm only in love with Harry. It's more than just simple attraction based on appearance (though, of course, that does play a part) - it's more like, I'm enamoured by him. I mean, for one thing, I've never missed anyone like I miss him now. The flat seems, well, empty. It doesn't feel like home really without him here (and of course, Lily).
Now, Harry. Right. He was married to Ginny for several years, so he was attracted to women. And I know from the grapevine that he also dated a girl named Cho Chang for a bit back when he was at Hogwarts. There may have been other girls in between and all, but mmm, I can't for sure say that if currently, if he's ever still attracted to women, but he probably is based on his past relationships, and that doesn't bother me as long as it doesn't go further than that - that I'm still the only one he actually loves.
I'll leave Harry to say anything more on this matter for when he comes back.
Hey, doesn't percy have kids too? Molly and Lucy? What do they think of your relationship?
Hi, Anonymous,
Harry talked to me a bit abut this particular owl before he left, saying he'd leave it to me to answer. I do not have any children of my own - I would know if I did, since I wouldn't want to leave them without a father or any support from me.
"not vanilla"
art commissioned by harry and completed by miss e.l.
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Open Owl To All:
Harry is on an extended art trip with Lily until Friday this week, as you all probably read on his blog. He just asked me to keep a watch on his blog and owlery while he's away, so here I am.
Anyway, the art that's with this owl. Er. At first I just stared at it, mouth agape, wondering how I could - just how. It's a stretch for me to post it for even Harry, but he did ask if I could post it for him and I - well, it's a bit too easy for him to get to me sometimes. But besides that, it is a bit of evidence that we aren't "vanilla." We can be, but we also, right. I'm not going to go bloody in-depth with everyone. That's not my style.
Harry said that I didn't have to respond to any of his owls unless they're of an imperative nature, so I probably won't answer more than one or two regular owls that are already sitting in his owlery. Again, ones that he said I could answer if I wanted when I had the time. I might try to get one out tonight, though I do start back at work again tomorrow morning.
I hope all of you are doing well,
Sincerely,
Percy Weasley
Magic below is considered non-sexual in nature. It is cut for length. Click read more to view said magic.
Harry had a tendency to get caught up in everything when he found something he was truly interested in. He could sit there, spread out on the floor for hours if he had the right thing in front of him to keep him occupied. It was the same thing when he was an Auror – the thrill of the chase and working out the maps and diagrams that led from point ‘a’ to point ‘b’ – but this time it was just the baby animal magazine.
Harry had shared the reading material with Percy earlier in the week, commenting on what sorts of animals that he’d like to have if they ever got a small cottage or house in the country. He wanted all sorts of animals – everything from penguins to ducklings to goats and even giraffes. Deep down he knew not all the animals were possible, but he also simply like thinking of things like that, because to him the future was something beautiful and one that he was looking forward to. Even if they only ended up in a small flat still in London, he would be happy because he would be with Percy and he would have a future and tomorrow to look forward to. But still, he had delved deep within the binding of the baby animal magazine (called Cute Wizarding Critters, obviously) where he was reading the different articles in regards to baby animals.
One article completely stood out to him.
There was a section penned by an author in regards to baby animals needing the right nourishment (even though they were of the Wizarding sort) to make sure they grow and develop properly. The article stated the basics – proper care and handling, love and attention, water, play time, and everything of that nature. It also mentioned their diets. The article claimed that baby animals typically needed milk for a certain number of weeks to months after birth. He reread that line several times before flicking his eyes over to the ducklings that were sleeping together on the pillow atop the bed. He reread the line a few more times before glancing back at the ducklings. Sherlock and John (the ducklings) had never had milk once. Were they not going to grow up healthy like all other animals in the world?
He was off the floor and on his feet just seconds later. He had a job to do. He made his way back to their kitchen, rummaging through the refrigerator for the carton of milk they had picked up at the grocery the other day. He poured himself a cup just when Percy moved back into the kitchen from the sitting room.
“What are you up to, git?”
Harry smiled softly, though it was easy to read that he was up to nothing good as his facial expressions were always the easiest to figure out. He topped off his glass of milk and shrugged his shoulders, placing the carton back into the refrigerator. “Having a glass of milk. Still reading in the room.” He paused and idea popped into his head. “Want to make some tea and join me?”
Percy cocked his right eyebrow up and nodded slowly – his boyfriend was certainly up to something. For one thing, the bloke rarely just drank tea and secondly, well, his face had the word train wreck written all over it.
“Alright. I’ll be in there in a moment, love.”
Harry nodded, reached over to squeeze Percy’s hand and was back to the bedroom with his glass of milk in tow. When he made it back to the room, he once again settled down on the floor, setting the white beverage besides the magazine he had. He moved to gather both Sherlock and John in his hands before setting them in his lap as he shifted to sit cross-legged on the floor. They were giving those tired quacks, having just been woken up from their dreams.
He started with Sherlock. He lifted the baby duckling with one hand and dipped his free hand (the left one) towards the glass of milk. His index and middle finger went into the glass before he presented them to Sherlock’s bill. He nudged his fingers against the small opening space between top and bottom of his mouth yet the duckling offered nothing in return. Harry huffed and poked at the opening again, furrowing his brow at the yellow animal. “Come on Sherlock, you’ve got to drink milk,” Harry muttered. He dipped his fingers back into the glass container and offered them a second time. “The magazine says you need milk to help grow healthily. So I present to you, Mister Sherlock - milk.”
Quack.
Harry blinked and pulled his fingers back. The duckling was merely sitting atop his open palm, glancing around the room. Obviously it was still waking up but the magazine article clearly stated that baby animals needed its mother’s milk to grow up properly. And here Harry was offering milk to the duckling and yet the thing wouldn’t even take a lick of it.
Wait.
Wait.
Mother’s milk.
Harry set Sherlock back on the pillow next to its counterpart, John. He stared at both of them and moved his head a bit over to reread a few lines of the magazine article.
Well, even though some baby mammals are born different ways, they all drink milk that comes from their mothers' bodies. Baby pigs, dolphins, bats and elephants all drink milk! Because the babies rely on their mother's milk to live, the mammal mommies have to care for their young. The length of time varies from a few weeks for mice to many years for humans!
He reread the lines a few more times before realizing that the article mentioned that baby animals require their mother’s milk to live. That made all the difference in the world to him. He quickly moved to lean against the backside of the bed and started to unbutton the six buttons of his shirt. He knew that he would be considered insane for doing this, but, well, he wanted to make sure that the baby ducklings lived. Once all six buttons were undone he parted the middle of his shirt. “Oh bloody hell,” he whispered before lifting John up in the palms of both of his hands. He lifted the duckling up half a foot until it was pressed against his right breast bone. “This is insane.”
Obviously, this was terribly insane. If anyone, asides Percy (hopefully), would send him straight to St. Mungo’s but he was rolling with it. He’d already unbuttoned his shirt and now he was here with a baby duckling pressed against his chest. He nudged John’s head with his index finger towards his nipple and murmured. “I’m insane. I am literally insane,” he stopped and whispered even lower. “Come on. John. You need milk. Come on.”
John just sat there, though he did nuzzle his head against Harry’s chest. It was warm and felt good. But still, it acted as if the little nipple attached to Harry’s chest didn’t even exist. Harry huffed again and quite honestly, he would have dropped the baby duckling when the bedroom door was pushed open from sheer shock.
“Percy!”
And, quite honestly in return, Percy would have dropped the platter of tea he had set up in his arms if he didn’t react at the perfect time. “Harry?” Percy whispered softly. His eyes were focused in on his boyfriend – the boy who lived – who was sitting flush on the floor, with his back against the bottom of the bed while holding a baby duckling towards his breastbone, which, of course, was covered by no clothing (or at least, just a parted shirt). How was he supposed to respond to this? Harry bloody Potter was insane. “What in the bloody hell is going on?”
Percy shifted some, but mostly stayed glued to the spot on the floor still holding the platter of tea as he waited for a reaction from the other. Harry’s cheeks had flushed up and he was still holding the baby duckling to his chest. He licked his lips and hoped that whatever words that poured from his mouth next would make some sort of sense because quite truthfully, none of this was even making sense in his mind.
“The magazine,” Harry whispered softly, “it said that baby animals needed milk to survive. Sherlock – Sherlock he wouldn’t taste it from my fingers. Remember - the glass from the kitchen? I – I uh, got it a second ago from the kitchen. Yes. That one. The magazine said they needed milk to live – Percy! To live. So I thought – maybe, maybe. It said it needed its mother’s milk.”
“Harry.”
Percy set the tea platter on the floor because right now he had no clue where else to place it. His boyfriend was obviously on some sort of drug that never passed his lips. Or maybe it did. He wasn’t quite sure right at the moment. Did Harry do drugs? That was the sort of question he should have asked ages ago.
“They won’t latch on Percy.”
Harry’s voice sounded desperate and it felt like gravity had completely shifted from underneath Percy’s feet because suddenly reality hit him. Harry was being serious. Harry had such a facial expression that clearly stated: I don’t want our ducklings to die. Percy was trying to rotate and merge through ideas in his head as to why Harry would even think this would work, but there were so many possible reasons that he couldn’t just deal with right now when Harry was sitting on the floor just so – just so, helpless.
“They’re not going to latch on, Harry. You’re not their mother, and even more so..”
But Harry had cut him off completely – eyes wide and bright and wet as ever. “Are you their mother?! Percy!”
“Harry!” Percy replied, though probably a little too sharply. Harry flinched back but still held John against his chest. Percy offered a shaky sigh, moving over to kneel by Harry’s side. His hand reached out to stroke the duckling’s head gently with his index finger before flicking his eyes upwards to glance at his boyfriend. “Harry,” one more sigh and he lifted the hand that once touched John’s head to stroke Harry’s cheek. “First off, ducklings are one of the few animals out there that don’t require milk – even from their mum. No bird on the face of the Earth requires milk - ever - in their life – ducklings included. Secondly, even if they did – and again, Harry, they don’t, there is no way you’d ever be able to produce milk short of some sort of magical spell that I honestly don’t know of.”
Oh.
“So they’ll be alright?” Harry blinked. His hands moved away from his chest, glancing down at John and then at Sherlock on the pillow before pulling to watch Percy curiously. “They’re going to live and grow up healthy?”
“Yes, Harry,” Percy, who, despite everything going on (insanity, crazy boyfriend, childish in nature) couldn’t help but let a smile fall to his lips. “They eat feed. They have since they day they were born and I promise you that we have the best kind out there. The only other thing we can give them is love and I’m sure we both give them more than enough. Alright?”
Harry nodded, letting all the words sink in. He finally set John back on the pillow next to Sherlock. “I’m sorry,” Harry whispered. He was flushed and he had a raging feeling in his chest that he was downright foolish. “I’m an idiot, aren’t I?”
“Hardly an idiot, Harry,” Percy smiled. He moved closer to the other, letting his hands settle on either side of his boyfriend’s thighs, their foreheads brushing each other in a casual stance. “Just a bit silly from time to time you wanker.”
Harry giggled, quite relieved that Percy was alright with the little show that just went down. He knew that he was, at times, an idiot, but at least Percy accepted him for that. Percy accepted him for everything that he was and more. He pressed his head forward and let his lips linger against Percy’s own. “I know another way to make milk, though.”
His voice was too low, too dangerous – Percy had to draw in a deep breath.
“And how’s that, love?”
Harry’s hand moved down and found its place in front of Percy’s trousers, offering a small squeeze. He was still flush and his smile was as broad as ever. He squeezed again. After all, Harry loved playtime.
"on another case"
art commissioned by me; done by miss delaney.
Every time I get art from Miss Delaney I'm always so giddy and excited and happy. She does such wonderful work and there are no words to describe how amazingly sweet she is. She's had my back and offered her friendship to me since late autumn last year and I'm so glad to still have her around. I love her art but I love the friendship we have even more. Thank you Miss Delaney.
With care,
Harry
Sorry that I have been unable owls yesterday or today. I've spent the weekend just enjoying my time with Percy. We've gone to the park with the ducklings, gone to the grocery, and lounged around the flat for a better half of the weekend. It's been good to spend some quality time with him. It honestly makes everything seep in my bones more than this is reality. It's not just some lucid dream that is carrying on for days on end.
I also will be taking Lily to an extensive art trip this week. It's actually like a extended field trip for children her age. Percy is going back to work midweek this week, and while I'd prefer to stay home and be with him, Lily really wants to go on the trip and I can never deny her anything. I'll be answering owls tomorrow morning (as many as I can) before we leave and I'll be returning Friday morning.
In between the time, I'm going to ask Percy just to keep a watching on my owlery. He may or may not reply to anything, but I do know that from time to time I get imperative ones that must be answered, so I'll have him keep a look out for those.
I hope you're all having a wonderful evening. I'll post a bunch of new art tomorrow, too, as well as answering ten to fifteen owls.
