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Happy birthday Evans!
January the 30 1977
During their 6th year, things gradually improve between Evans and Potter. James hoped they were friends enough that he could give her a birthday present. She was surprised at first (but deep down she was very very happy).
Webtoon just removed today's update due to a "high level of profanity" ...
certainly interesting that it has the same amount of swearing as heartstopper usually has... but also it's the update where the characters protest for trans rights!
Re-uploaded with the profanity (temporarily, I hope) censored - I think this has been triggered because I'm part of Webtoon's 'Ad Sharing Program' (the policies of which ban swearing) and because the 'F*CK HOMOPHOBIA' panel was in much bolder, clearer lettering than the dialogue text (so it was detected by the AI or whatever - still insane considering it's already censored with an asterisk??????)
I'm going to try and find out if I can get out of the ad program and if that will free me from the fucking insane censorship they clearly have going on there! I am obviously extremely sceptical due to the fact that this happened for the first time on an update that featured the characters protesting for trans rights, but I'm going to try to establish the facts first of all.
I hate censorship and have no intention of continuing to censor anything in Heartstopper - if we were much earlier in the comic, I would just take the comic off the site. But the fact is that most people read Heartstopper on Webtoon - far more than on Tumblr and Tapas - and we are 2 months away from the end of the comic.
I'll be contacting Webtoon, trying to figure out what happened, and trying to ensure this doesn't happen again. But if I fail (because I can't break through their probably AI-run support team), I'm really sorry if I have to take the fucking swear words out on Webtoon đ
master list
fics đ
đž Beasts (WIP)
Summary: Ginny Weasley comes of age among them: the beasts, the wild things of their world. (or: how the youngest Weasley won the Hanging Out With Hagrid Award). Canon compliant, multi-chapter, post-war, non-linear narrative, flashbacks. PS/SS through post-DH (1981-1999). Harry/Ginny. Author's notes (1+2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10+11, 12, 13+14, 15) Trailer | playlist | moodboards
đł Orchards
Summary: The orchard is a wild, thousand-flower, crumpled-gate, fall-down-fence sort of place, where things grow that youâve never asked for, that youâd never expect. Summer of â96, the story of something flowery he thought he might have smelled at the Burrow. Canon-compliant, oneshot, summer between OotP and HBP. Non-linear narrative, flashbacks/flash-forwards to DH. Harry/Ginny. Meta on Ginny's t-shirts đ
đŞ the room at the top of the house
Summary: Itâs doing something to him, watching her like this, all loose and laughing and bare-legged, ray of light and warmth and wonder sat atop his bedsheets. Itâs turning him on, itâs setting him alight. Canon compliant, post-war, oneshot. Harry/Ginny. NSFW.
đ think / hope
Summary: Kill your darlings, push them out to sea // Harry and Ginny's first evening apart after the breakup. Canon compliant, oneshot, missing moment, post-HBP. Harry/Ginny. Written for Hinny Microfic April 2023 days 13 & 14.
đź flower(y)
Summary: Are you sorry? // Moments after the kiss. Canon compliant, microfic, missing moment, HBP. Harry/Ginny. Written for Hinny Microfic May 2023 day 10.
đł warm light peaceful (quiet)
Summary: Two big things happen on Monday 31st July 2000: Harry Potter turns twenty, and Robbie Williams releases a little song called Rock DJ. Canon compliant, microfic, postwar. Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione. Written for The Three Broomsticks 'A Very Harry Birthday' Fic Fest 2023.
đ´ââ ď¸ dead ends
Summary: Later - much later, when he's leaving - heâll tell her: âIâm a dead end.â âFuck off,â sheâll spit back, fuming. âWeâre all dead ends. Youâre not bloody special.â Canon compliant, microfic, Remadora. Written for @remadoramicrofics.
đš the huntress
Summary: The last day of August 1997, she comes downstairs in her dressing gown to find Kingsley in the kitchen with a Muggle newspaper that says that Princess Diana is dead.
Canon compliant, microfic, Harry/Ginny. Written for anon ask prompt.
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Harry's thoughts of Ginny in the Forest (and Ginny's goodbye)
Harry and Ginny's shared experience of going to their deaths
Harry and Ginny at Shell Cottage
Ginny and the Veil
Ginny and Dean's relationship
Ginny's feelings for Harry | Harry's feelings
Harry's postwar relationship with Ron and Hermione vs. with Ginny
The Weasleys on Harry and Ginnyâs relationship
Parallels between Sirius and Ginny
Remus as seen by other characters
Ginny and the poem
Ginny and Molly's relationship
The Dursleys' treatment of Harry
Democracy in the Wizarding World
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Harry and Ginny's careers, home and married life
Harry and Ginny's flat in London
Harry and Ginny getting back together after the war
Harry and Ginny dating other people if one of them died
Ginny headcanons
Harry and the horcruxes after the war
Hermione as Head Girl (1,2)
Hermione's eighth year
Deamus
The Potter kids
Ron Weasley: favourite uncle
Fleur headcanons
Misc. character headcanons
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Fic writing tips and tricks
Harry and Ginny II by tasiams on DeviantArt lines by burdge
Thinking about Maysilee Donner. A girl who refused to let the Capitol dehumanize her. A girl who wanted to die with dignity, without begging for her life, because that mattered to her. Who set up a place setting with napkins and forks in the middle of the arena because she is a human being. Who loved jewelry and fashion and believed that her appearance sends a message about who she is, and who wanted that message to be respectable, dignified, worth something.
Thinking about Maysilee Donner who was unafraid to slap the woman who pulled her name in the reaping and who threw clever insults towards anyone who provoked her, no matter who they were. Maysilee Donner who believed human dignity is inherent but respect is earned and who refused to give respect to those who did not deserve it.
Maysilee Donner whose father threw money at the reaping stage as if that could save her, and the money floated to the ground just like the confetti, meaningless paper that signified nothing when placed against the power of the Capitol. Whose privilege could not save her. Who recognized that reality and faced it with more fortitude than any person should ever have to display. Maysilee Donner.
Has anyone figured out whatâs so viscerally wrong with this woman yet
Sheâs so one dimensionally evil you guys đđ how is she real
read this and remember it. read this and remember that she is going to use the profits of her fucking ego-stroking reboot to decimate trans rights. read this and remember that every time you pay into her IP, you are emboldening her to hurt us more.
our lives matter more than your fucking nostalgia.
trans lives matter more than your fucking nostalgia.
Sometimes you just gotta take the tree on the tube
*The Golden Trio bickering lightheartedly*
Ron, *snickering*: Merlin, Harry. Were you dropped on your head as a child?
Harry: Ha! Bold of you to assume I was held.
Ron: .....
Harry: .....
Hermione: ...Jesus Christ, Harry.
Head Boy edition
March 2025 Prompt # 10: Wordless. WC: 592 @jilymicrofics
There wasnât a shadow of doubt in Siriusâ mind that James deserved the appointment. That, however, wasnât going to stop him from ribbing into his best mate. In this, he wasnât alone.
âMy dear, donât get too excited yet,â Fleamont addressed his wife, his old, wrinkled eyes full of vitality and mischief. âI am sure thereâs been some mistake. Albus couldnât possibly have meant to make our Jim Head Boy.â
Euphemia was too proud, too full of joy, to join in. âRubbish, husband. Thereâs no better candidate in the world than our James.â
This did nothing to improve the mortified look on Jamesâ now-bright-red face. For once, however, his best friend seemed to have lost the ability to speak. Hazel eyes wide with horror and shock behind his spectacles, James stared at the badge in Siriusâ hand.
Thank Merlin the letters had come on a Monday morning. Thank Merlin James had convinced Sirius to stay for the afternoon after their Sunday lunch. Thank Merlin Euphemia had somehow talked him into staying the night. Sirius wouldnât have missed this for the world.
âYou know what...' Sirius paused just long enough to make sure he had James' full and panic-stricken attention, 'I might write to Moony and see if he still has that copy of Prefects Who Gained Power we gave him. Or maybe thereâs a special Heads edition?â
This was an excellent contribution, as it spurred Euphemia into listing everyone she would write to share the happiest of news, while Fleamont continued his campaign that they should begin by writing to St Mungoâs to verify that Dumbledore was still of sound mind.
âNo one will write to anyone,â James gritted out.
âJimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy,â tutted Sirius, âthis isnât something you can keep secret. Everyone will know soon enough.â
Unable to hide his grin, he continued, âOdds on Evans will know within the week.â
A groan escaped James at this. Oh, Lily would never let this rest either. James PotterâHead Boy.
Euphemia had grabbed the offending envelope that had carried Jamesâ death sentence, extracting the letters within, having had enough of Fleamontâs suggestions that the appointment was somehow a mistake.
Sirius, however, was only getting started: âI am sure Lily will love to know youâre a⌠what were the words she used of late? Badge-polishing, power-hungry prig, wasnât it?â
Another groan escaped James as he lowered his head into his hands, pushing his glasses off in the process so they crashed onto the table.
âTo be fair,â continued Sirius gleefully, âitâs a natural evolution from arrogant toerag.â
âI donât know.â Euphemiaâs eyes were full of mirth now, which caught Sirius by surprise. James turned towards his mother. Something was afoot. They both knew it. âI think your friend will be quite pleased to learn you are her appointed partner.â
What did that mean?
ThenâŚ
No.
No way.
That was too good.
Surely not.Â
Sirius got up quickly and hurried over to Euphemia, glancing down at the letter. James had snatched up his glasses. Just as he pushed himself off the table, a laugh escaped Sirius.
âFuck me, Prongs,â Sirius shook his head. James nearly shoved him aside in his hurry to read over his motherâs shoulder. âI donât know how you do it.â
Though the name of the Head Girl appeared once more to have rendered his best friend speechless, Sirius saw how relief and joy mingled with the ever-present, and possibly growing, feelings of mortification, shock, and nerves.
Sirius gave him exactly 5 minutes to collect himself before he renewed his bullying.
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A little bit foolish
March 2025 Prompt # 5: Homewards. WC: 517 @jilymicrofics
Her bedroom was once more empty of everything that made it feel like home. The posters of the Wizarding band Wildfire and the Holyhead Harpies had been folded and packed into her trunk, alongside her robes, potions equipment and ingredients, her pointed hat, gloves, her gold-and-scarlet scarf, her books, and her broom (an old one of Maeveâs). The Gryffindor banner she had hung over her bed had been tossed into a drawerâno need to bring that back to Hogwartsâtogether with some old school books she had no intention of dragging to Scotland again. Other than that, only Petuniaâs old Muggle clothes remained in her wardrobe, along with a few sheets of parchment, an old notebook, and some pens.
Tomorrow she was travelling back to Hogwarts. Going home. Truly home. And yet it would be for the last time. Sheâd already decided to stay for Christmas, unable to grasp the idea that in a yearâs time the castle would no longer be hers to live in. She had to make the most of it. Maybe knowing that James had also planned to stay over Christmas (yes theyâd finally been able to exchange a few letters after their appointment)âin fact, all the boys had planned to stay this yearâmight have influenced the decision a little.Â
Certainly her mind wandered, unbidden, to a mostly empty common room and the opportunities that might arise. Long conversations by the fireâsnow falling quietly outside in the darkâmaybe some hot chocolate and such like⌠nothing romantic, though. At least when her thoughts drifted that way, she quickly reined them in again.
He wasnât interested. Why would he be? Sheâd made damn sure to reject him in such plain terms that only a fool would keep hoping things might change. Admittedly, James was a bit of an idiot, but⌠Lily rubbed her eyes, willing them to feel heavy, willing her mind to settle and let sleep come so the following day could arrive sooner⌠Where was she? Oh yes, James was an idiotâcould be, at leastâbut she was the fool if she continued to cling onto this wish that he still had any romantic feelings for her.
She could settle for being his friend. Especially now that fate (or the Hogwarts staff, more like it) had thrown them together. Tomorrow she wouldnât need to invent an excuse to seek him out. It would be natural for them to meet up, to turn up together in the prefect carriages, and probably (hopefully) spend most of the journey together.
Sitting at her desk with her face pressed to the window, Lily absently let her finger trace over the first line of his latest letter: âDear Lilyâ.
Dear Lily.
Dear Lily.
Never mind that it was a perfectly normal way to begin a letter. To her heart, it was a declaration: a quiet assurance that James found her dear, each letter a small, glowing testament to how things had changed between them. Platonically, she added miserably. How things had platonically changed between them.
Lily Evans might be dear to James, but anything more was hoping for too much.
Hold on tightly
Last of tonight's drunk / choccy milk prompts with @sophie-hatter-jenkins (fic here) and @starlingflight (fic here)
Arthur/Molly realise Harry is in love with Ginny
Molly looked up from the cookbook she was perusing for fun recipes for Christmas when her husband entered the kitchen.
âSheâs still seeing Dean, is she?â Arthur asked quietly.
âShe is,â Molly confirmed. âWhy?â
Arthur pointed through the doorway at Ginny and Harry talking animatedly as they folded paper chains together. It was the first time in ages that Molly had seen Harry smile like that.
âNothing against Dean, but Iâm afraid he doesnât stand a chance if she knows she has a shot with Harry,â Arthur mumbled.
Molly shrugged, flipping to the next page of the book. âOh, I donât know. Itâs been a while, hasnât it?â
Her husband hummed so she read on but then he nudged her with his elbow. âLook!â
Ginny had folded a large Santa shape out of some paper and was making Harry hold it. His cheeks coloured a deep red as Ginny adjusted his hands. He hung onto her every word.
âItâs essential that you donât let go, okay?â she said, smiling widely all the while.
He nodded, eyes on her and not the paper. âI have never held something so tightly. I promise.â
She blushed in turn. âGood.â She retrieved the tape from the crafting box. âReady?â
âYep, still ready.â He grinned at her. âTake your time. My hands arenât cramping up at all.â
She snorted. âI think the Slytherins are correct,â she mused, putting a bit of tape right by his fingertip. âYouâre so dramatic.â
âWhat! You take that back right now,â he said with a grin.
She laughed. âI donât think so!â
âYou take that back right now or Iâm letting go.â He gestured with the paper Santa still held tightly between his fingers.
âNo! Donât let go!â Ginnyâs hands clasped over his immediately to prevent him from letting go.
Both of them stilled and Harry stared at her. His adamâs apple bobbed up and down and her hands remained firmly on his.
He chuckled awkwardly. âFine. I wonât let go.â
âYou promise?â she asked.
He glanced away from her face, his cheeks flushing even further. âI promise.â
Arthur raised a knowing eyebrow towards his wife. âI dare say heâs in love.â
âMaybe,â Molly said gently. She did not want to put expectations onto her children about who they should be with, but yet the image of Harry beside Ginny looking at her the way he did just now popped up in her mind. Yes, she could see them together perfectly well.
Except things were far more precarious for the pair than their playful banter suggested.
âWhat?â Arthur asked.
âDo those poor kids even stand a chance?â she asked quietly, searching her husbandâs eyes for an answer. âWith everything going on? And Harryââ Her throat closed up.
Arthur rubbed her arm comfortingly. âI donât know what will come of it, but I do know that they both deserve happiness and if thatâs together for them⌠I wouldnât mind that.â
They watched Harry and Ginny in silence for a moment longer. They seemed oblivious to the people around them, as if the rest of the world had seized to exist the moment they started talking to each other. Ginny finally let Harry release his hold on the paper Santa. Even though his duty was done, he remained seated beside her and asked how she was going to do the finishing touches and she demanded that he signed his name alongside hers so it would be forever known he had helped.
âThey do make a wonderful pair,â Molly agreed.
Arthur squeezed her shoulder. âThey do. Doesnât love prevail?â
Her hand cupped her husbandâs cheek. âI choose to believe it does.âÂ
The moment Arthur & or Molly realizes Harry is in love with Ginny
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@sophie-hatter-jenkins intepretation can be read here.
@ginnyw-potter can be found here.
And my humble addition is below:
Arthur had first noticed it the Christmas before last. It has been impossible to miss the way Harryâs eyes had followed Ginny around the Burrow that year.
He could claim no great wisdom of fatherhood that had driven him to the obvious conclusion. No, his sons had kept their romantic conquests a safe distance from the Burrow â aside from Bill, who had not been shy in his affection for Fleur â but Arthur had once been a young man in love, and he remembered, with acute recollection, exactly how he had clung to every scrap of attention Molly had deigned to throw his way.
If the circumstances had been different, it may have been comical to see the same lovestruck preoccupation overtake Harry after watching Ginnyâs silent yearning for so many painful adolescent years.
But circumstances had, unfortunately, robbed the moment of any humour.
Arthur had watched, with heavy anxiety, the charged looks that had passed between Ginny â his youngest, and most formidable child â and Harry â the child heâd accidentally, but happily, acquired â in the lead up to Bill and Fleurâs wedding.
Heâd witnessed, with a heavy heart, Ginnyâs steadfast attempts to appear unaffected in the dark months that had separated them.
Now, with the battle won. and the scars fresh, but primed to heal, Arthur had breathed a sigh of relief to see the pair of them come together again.
He smiled quietly to himself as Harry took Ginnyâs hand, leading her out of the backdoor after another sombre breakfast, the latest in a series of silent meals in the Burrowâs kitchen in the short weeks that had passed since the battle.
âDonât you think theyâre moving a bit too fast?â Molly asked, throwing him an uneasy look across the kitchen table as the door clicked shut behind the young couple.
Sheâd always been prone to worrying. A true mother, she had sheltered and protected his children even in the very darkest of times. His heart ached to see her renewed protectiveness in the face of losing one of them.
âI think itâs good that they have each other,â he said evenly, willing his hand not to shake where it gripped the morning edition of The Prophet.
Mollyâs knitting needles clicked anxiously against one another. âThey might be setting one another up for another heartache.â
Arthur let the paper fall to the checkered tablecloth. âHeartache isnât the worst thing in the world.â
There wasnât a hint of doubt in his voice. He had been surviving through the agony of his own heartbreak for weeks, since the moment he looked into Fredâs lifeless eyes and known his little boy was never ever coming back. Painful, as it might be, his heartache was a manifestation of how deeply Arthur loved his son, and he could not â would not â bring himself to regret that pain.
âTheyâre so young,â Molly argued, shaking her head. A tear, one of many that had fallen in the last few weeks, dropped from her cheek to the small onesie sheâd been knitting for Teddy.
âSo were we once,â Arthur reminded her.
It felt like centuries ago. The world had been in turmoil then too, but Arthur had been sure that if he could keep Molly close they would come through it, safe and whole.
Sheâd lost her brothers, but that had been in sacrifice to a cause that would secure a future for their children.
And now, theyâd lost one of their children too. There was an ache, a chasm, in Arthurâs chest that had pried open upon seeing Fredâs body in the Great Hall that had once meant safety and security, that he was sure would never, ever heal again.
âThat was different,â Molly said stubbornly, her eyes so like Ginnyâs, as they flashed with a flame that no circumstances seemed capable of extinguishing.
Arthur's eyes wandered to the window, looking out on the untidy backyard. They settled on Harry, clad in his brand new scarlet Auror finery, where he leant against the crooked fence. Ginny was leaning against him.
Even from a distance, Arthur could see the solemn quality to their expressions as they gazed at one another.
It was a feeling he remembered well, one heâd experienced when heâd brought Molly here for the first time and promised a safe haven for the family they were going to grow in the centre of a tumultuous world.
âYes,â Arthur agreed, watching Harryâs thumb sweep tenderly across his daughterâs cheek in the yard beyond the window. âItâs different now.â
Now, the darkness had been defeated. Now, there was hope. Now, everything Arthur had promised Molly as a naive young man could come to pass for the young couple before him.
It didnât heal the ache inside him. He wasnât sure anything could do that, in the face of the unendurable loss of one of his children, but it was hope, and, for now, that was enough.
No need for knitted socks
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By the noise behind the door to the kitchen, Ginny could tell that she was one of the last ones to arrive for dinner at the Burrow. She admired the holly that adorned the windowsills. She had helped her mother clip them and decorate all around the house with it the previous weekend.
She opened the door and smiled at her family in greeting.
Ron was nearest the door and eyed her. âHow are you?â
âIâm good,â she replied in confusion as she unwrapped her scarf from her neck.
Ron never asked her spontaneously how she wasâit wasnât really warranted because they saw each other about three times a week.
She walked further and George stepped aside for her, letting her through easily. She started getting the sense something was off and she watched their expressions to find out what was wrong, but they all looked perfectly normal. There were no frowns or silent tears. Everyone looked relaxed.
She caught the eye of her husband who was in a conversation with Bill about the upcoming law reformation for goblins on the other side of the crowded kitchen. He smiled at her in greeting.
Ron: You were going to ask me for Slug Club Christmas Party?
Hermione: Yes, but if you'd rather I hook up with Mclaggen...
Ron: No, I wouldn't want that
*Harry in back pounding on his trowel as loud as he could*
Heart Eyes
And another.... This one is the moment Molly realises that Harry is in love with Ginny...
@ginnyw-potter @starlingflight
Molly remembers that look.Â
She remembers when she first saw it, nearly thirty years ago. She didnât understand it back then, but some fundamental part of her recognised it, and the way that it electrified every cell of her being.
It was a silly thing, really. Sheâd been sitting at the Gryffindor table, eating her breakfast and chatting to her friends when sheâd felt the weight of Arthurâs gaze from a few seats away. Sheâd looked up sharply and heâd glanced away, so quickly that she might have imagined heâd ever been looking in the first place.
But he had.
She knew he had.