(She/her/hers) My kids say I have an obsession with British stuff. Suffice to say my ships are all British in some way so I guess they’re right. Regency romance, Harry Potter, canonships, #hinny, #jily, Days of Our lives- Classic 80’s super couples Kim&Shane,
All our fics have been posted so it's time to get your guesses on. If you want to join discussions before putting in your final vote, head on over to our discord to exchange guesses but be careful! The writer could be trying to mislead you as well ;)
Final guesses can be entered in the survey until the 26th of July.
You can find all the (twenty-one!) fics in our AO3 collection and you can find it per theme on tumblr per post:
Theme 1 - Any AU
Theme 2 - Canon Compliant
Theme 3 - Canon Divergent
Theme 4 - Fluff to Angst/Angst to fluff
Bonus - Platonic relationships surrounding Hinny
And these are our writers you need to match to one or more fic! Good luck!
@justalittleconfusing
@ginnyw-potter
@prewettpotter
@sophie-hatter-jenkins
@nena-96
@lepoltergeist
@sunlit-di-s
@blackseatwenty
And for the people who like keeping notes I also made a google sheet:
Excel guess sheet template (please make sure to copy before you make edits!)
Every quarter there a list of prompts are posted and you pick one (or multiple) and write a very short (less than 500 words) fic about Hinny with that prompt. You can complete the whole list or pick the prompts that you like.
Prompts for July-August-September:
Wither
Bottle
Frown
Rip
Flat
Faint
Pass
Centre
Black
Award
Pavement
Mingle
Goblin
Marrow
Hiccup
Figment
Catch
Growl
Hurry
Wander
Rest
Mouth
Key
Fade
Resist
Think
Sock
Howl
Gamble
Lace
This is the microfic prompt list for Hinny microfics, make sure to tag this blog so we can reblog your creations!
“Huh?” Harry said in a way that made it obvious to Ginny he had not heard what she had asked him.
“What are you holding that has you concentrating so hard? An obsessive note from a Rita Skeeter admirer?” she teased, settling onto the sofa.
Harry still stood in the middle of the sitting room, one hand tangled in his hair, the other holding a slightly crumpled envelope, unmistakably Muggle with the stamps on the front. The sort that had never once found its way to their home before.
“It’s a birthday card,” he said, a little distantly.
“That makes sense,” Ginny replied lightly. “Go on, pin it up with the rest.”
Harry didn’t move. His gaze remained fixed on the card, as though it might vanish if he looked away.
“It’s from my cousin,” he said.
Ginny stilled. “Your cousin? Dudley?”
“I only have the one.”
“Harry?”
He looked up at last, drawn out of that faraway stare as Ginny reached over and touched his arm. “Yeah?”
“That’s… nice,” she said gently. “That he sent a card.”
Harry let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh, though there was no humor in it. “I didn’t even know he knew I had a birthday.”
Ginny tilted her head. “What did he write?”
Harry glanced back down at the card. “Happy Birthday.”
.“Well,” Ginny said, a smile tugging at her lips, “that’s certainly concise.”
Harry huffed softly, then added, almost as an afterthought, “He wants me to visit.”
Ginny’s expression shifted. “Does he? He wants you to go to Privet Drive?”
Harry shook his head faintly. “No. He’s got his own place now. Moved out.”
Ginny’s eyebrows lifted. “Well—good for him. I bet his mum still drops off cooked meals and clean laundry, though.”
But Harry didn’t answer.
Her voice faded somewhere behind him, drowned out by the sudden, sharp pull of memory. Piles of presents stacked high for Dudley—bright paper, ribbons, more every year than the last. The noise, the fuss, the way the whole house seemed to revolve around him.
Harry also remembered the quiet. Long days that passed like any other, no different, no marked moment to set them apart. No cards. No cake. No one saying the words.
He remembered primary school, a chart pinned to the wall with every student’s birthday written in careful, looping handwriting. He’d stood there longer than he meant to, scanning the list until he found his own name next to the date, July 31st.
That had been the first time he’d known his birthday. But summer meant empty classrooms, meant no one there to notice, no desk with a card waiting, no offhand “happy birthday” from a classmate or teacher. Just another day slipping by, unremarked.
I wrote this as a result of a conversation in the @ginnystrophyhusband Discord, so I'm going to claim it as a Hinny Microfic even though it technically doesn't include any of the prompts!
990 words, rated T, read it below or on AO3
There Was Only One Car Seat
Ron stares at Harry incredulously. “You’re serious?”
“Yep.”
Well, that sounded pretty definitive, but Ron still can’t quite believe it. “Absolutely, totally, one-hundred percent sure?”
“Completely.” Harry dangles the keys right in front of Ron’s face. “Now do you want to drive the bloody car or not?”
It’s a good point. Ron snatches the keys out of his best friend’s hand before Harry can change his mind. He’s been waiting for this opportunity for almost five months. Five whole months since Harry’s seventeenth birthday. Five whole months since Harry’s absolutely loaded and ridiculously generous godfather gifted him the car in question.
But it isn’t just any car. No, it’s a 1.8 litre Mazda MX-5 Phoenix Special Edition MX-5 two-seater soft-top roadster, in gleaming black, with sienna-brown full leather interior, fifteen-inch low profile alloy wheels, 146-brake horsepower, nought to sixty in 8.2 seconds. It’s an absolute wet-dream of a car, and ever since the first time Ron laid eyes on it, he’s longed to drive it.
Harry has always flatly refused.
Ron understands. Really, he does, because there are good reasons for Harry’s refusal. The main one is that Harry’s parents (well, Ron suspects mainly his mother) have absolutely forbidden it, along with any other even slightly dubious (aka fun) behaviour behind the wheel. As Harry tells it, she wasn’t at all happy that Sirius gave Harry the car in the first place, and she’s threatened to confiscate the keys if she ever gets even a hint of anything untoward going on.
Which, now Ron comes to think of it, makes this sudden change of heart more than a little bit suspicious.
“Why now?” He’s kicking himself even as the words come out of his mouth, because heaven forbid Harry changes his mind.
Harry shrugs. “Call it festive spirit. You drive us there, I’ll drive us home.”
Ron isn’t sure that ‘festive spirit’ really covers it, but he isn’t going to argue. The important thing is that he gets to drive Harry’s car to the Hogwarts college sixth form Christmas party. He was happy enough when Harry declared himself designated driver for the evening, but now Ron gets to pull up in front of the pub that’s hosting them for the evening, climb out of the sexiest car known to man and saunter into the pub in front of all his classmates like an absolute king.
He really hopes that Hermione’s around to see it.
Speaking of Hermione, Ron’s hoping tonight is the night; her parents are away at some dental convention for the weekend, and she’s made a point of explaining that she’ll have the house to herself.
“Assuming I’m coming back here, obviously,” he points out, aware that he sounds more than a little smug, and not giving even the tiniest bit of a shit about it, because tonight is shaping up to be the best night of his life.
Harry just smirks at him. “Yeah well. I’ll be rooting for you.”
Ron doesn’t reply. With a sigh of satisfaction, he opens the door and slides into the driver's seat. He takes his time adjusting the seat, the steering wheel and the mirrors for his taller frame, enjoying every single second, but soon enough he’s ready to go—and now that he’s ready, he wants to get on with it.
Harry, though, is still loitering on the battered concrete forecourt outside the Burrow, the farmhouse that Ron has called home his whole life. What the hell is he waiting for? Ron opens the passenger door window (electric, of course! What a luxury! He’s far more used to getting a decent upper arm workout wrestling with the manual winders on the Weasley’s elderly landrover) so that he can encourage his best mate into the car when the front door to the house opens and Ginny skips down the steps.
“Sorry!” she declares. “I didn’t keep you waiting long, did I?”
Ron’s surprised to see her. “I didn’t think you were coming.”
“I wasn’t. But Harry talked me into it.”
Ginny picks her way towards them across the uneven concrete in her knee-high heeled boots. She’s wearing a glittery black mini dress that skims the top of her thighs and she’s put tinsel in her hair. “That dress is a bit short, isn’t it?”
She sticks her tongue out at him. “Like that’s any of your business. And don’t let Hermione hear you saying crap like that if you want to get laid tonight.”
Ron flicks a finger at her—and then a thought occurs to him. “Wait a minute. You didn’t think Harry was giving you a lift, did you?”
“Yes?” she says, slowly and loudly, as though she’s talking to someone extremely stupid.
“But there are only two seats!”
“Yes Ron. I can count, thank you very much,” she shoots back. “I’ll sit on Harry’s knee.”
Ron can’t help but laugh, because there is no way that Harry is going to risk his future use of the car by breaking not one but two of his mother’s inviolable rules on one night—except Harry is already climbing into the passenger seat next to Ron, and doesn’t object when Ginny positions herself on top of him. “We’re only going two miles,” he says. “Just don’t crash.”
This is bloody typical, thinks Ron—Ginny’s always got away with shit like this, her entire life. He shakes his head in disgust as they attempt to fasten the seatbelt around the pair of them, a process that takes far longer and much more irritating giggling than Ron thinks is strictly necessary.
But, finally, they’re ready to go. Ron puts his foot on the clutch, turns the key in the ignition and feels the engine roar to life. A huge smile spreads over his face. Yes, tonight is going the be the best night of his life.
It never occurs to him that it might just turn out to be Harry’s too.
Angst, amnesia, hurt/comfort, evil!Cho Chang, forbidden love
Rated E
+/- 24 chapters
90K+ words
Harry is trying to settle back into his relationship with Cho after his complete amnesia of the last 5 years. He can’t help but feel uneasy. There is the dreaded matcha tea that is just forebodingly bad, there are the deleted texts from a deleted number from over 3 years ago. Harry feels restless and he needs answers and surely the person who has been deleted would be the one person Cho was not close with and would perhaps tell him the truth.
Chapter 20: Go to Sleep
“Dad said he didn’t get a thing done at work today,” Ginny told him as she got into bed beside him.
“I bet.”
“And he also said he’s very proud of me,” she continued.
He pulled her into his arms. “Of course he is. You’re damn amazing.”
“He said he’s proud of you too, after all you’ve been through.”
He couldn’t remember the last time someone said they were proud of him. His throat closed up and he tried to clear it. “Oh.”
Remix masquerade fest - Theme 4 - Angst to fluff/Fluff to angst
The fics for our 4th theme have been revealed
The little comfort
remix of: Scarf by @sophie-hatter-jenkins
Flying and Falling Too Fast
remlix of: Flying is Faster than Falling by @justalittleconfusing
All info here:
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wild card ask: does the low kudo/comment stats ever bother you?
It doesn't bother me nearly as much as people who use stats to determine the quality of a fic.
I am, of course, human, and I appreciate positive feedback and validation for my work. It, of course, can sting a bit when you work hard on something, and you feel no one notices it.
BUT! That's not why I write fanfiction. What I value most is the fandom community and the friendships I've built within it. I enjoy sharing ideas, reading what other people create, discussing characters and themes, and cheering other writers on. I appreciate it when others do the same for me, but I neither expect nor demand it.
I am incredibly grateful for the people who regularly read and comment on my stories, whether they're friends or simply usernames I've come to recognize over the years. There is something genuinely meaningful about seeing familiar names return chapter after chapter and story after story.
I like writing, and I like sharing what I write, but I don't put pressure on myself to reach a particular number or achieve some milestone of popularity. I'm not looking for fame or engagement metrics. I'm looking for people who want to talk about characters, explore themes, and continue creating together.
I think a lot of people would feel better about their writing or contributions to fandom if they stopped chasing popularity and engagement statistics. The real value isn't in the numbers; it's in the conversations that fandom inspires.
Just because an ask game has a wild card doesn't mean you can ask something so out of pocket that quite frankly makes a lot of assumptions both about what's considered 'low' stats and what someone's goals are when posting stuff while simultaneously making people feel bad about not having what you must deem 'good/high' stats.
Mel is an excellent writer who deserves 100000 kudos and I've never seen someone be so descriptive in how they paint a picture yet so apt in the story they're telling. It's excellent writing every time that's more than a surface-level story, everything is thought out and makes sense and I really don't appreciate people making her feel like what she does isn't enough in some way?
Popularity should never be your ultimate goal but all positive interaction on a fic is nice to the writer, because it makes them feel appreciated.
Also sorting by kudos only is so not the vibe, you're missing 1000 thousands of good fics because they don't have 10 000 kudos
Please consider what you're asking people before you type it in and what your own thought process behind it is, because asks like this are just lowkey a bit mean? Just put yourself in the receiver's shoes for a minute and wonder what it would feel like to get that message (this applies to any ask)
Just one last point about community, it's that it truly matters. More than the numbers of kudos because the conversations I get to have, the interactions I get are so valuable, it helps you dig deeper into stories, both canon and fic, introduces you to more fics, new takes on storylines and you cannot stick a number on that-or I sure hope we don't
alright I've got to do some quick math to explain attitudes towards AI to my boss.
we're looking to create an AI policy, and when we were talking about this, my boss (older millennial) was genuinely shocked to hear that younger people do not (seem) to view AI positively (a la the recent commencement speakers being booed)
please rb for larger sample size!
Question 1/3
What is your age, and do you feel AI is a net positive or net negative in our lives today?
This got more traction than I imagined and has motivated me to make a more thorough survey where I can actually parse the data.
No email is necessary to input to complete the survey. Please also consider sharing this off tumblr with people in your life to get a broader sample, especially people who love history and love museums!
Please give your thoughts on Generative AI (such as Sora, ChatGPT, Claude, etc.) usage in museums, archives, and other cultural heritage sit
Angst, amnesia, hurt/comfort, evil!Cho Chang, forbidden love
Rated E
+/- 22 chapters
80K+ words
Harry is trying to settle back into his relationship with Cho after his complete amnesia of the last 5 years. He can’t help but feel uneasy. There is the dreaded matcha tea that is just forebodingly bad, there are the deleted texts from a deleted number from over 3 years ago. Harry feels restless and he needs answers and surely the person who has been deleted would be the one person Cho was not close with and would perhaps tell him the truth.
Chapter 17 Origin of Love
Ron looked entirely unimpressed. “Who kissed who?”
“Darling?” Harry smiled at her.
She blushed, glancing away from him. “He helped me get an eyelash out of my eye and he was really close.” She buried her face in her hands but the tip of her ears still went noticeably red. “He was so close! I don’t know how it happened!” she said through her hands.
Harry chuckled and turned his gaze back to Ron. “You can see how disastrous that would be to an obliviated Harry.”
31 and 48 for the mashup game please, would be a good one!
31. Birthday Fic
48. Fake Dating
19 yo Ginny has told all her friends she has a boyfriend. Not because she has something to prove, but because her friends keep sending here on atrocious dates because apparently being single is a crime. She just wanted to be left alone really. But with announcing she had a boyfriend, came the questions of who and how so she made something up and now everyone is interested in meeting this seemingly perfect guy during her birthday party. So there is only one thing she can do. She needs to find a guy who fits the bill (handsome, tall and perfect) and she is scrolling through her phone and Ron walks in and asks what got her thinking so hard so she reveals her predicament and instead of laughing at her, he calls his college dormmate inside and goes 'Will this do?' (Harry is looking like deer in headlights)
From the trope mash-up game
The sun was dipping low, closing out the long summer day in a wash of gold and amber that shimmered across the surface of the small fishing pond. The noise of the family gathering faded behind them as Ginny and Harry slipped away, their footsteps unhurried, their shoulders brushing as they walked.
Ginny let out a laugh, bright and incredulous. “The whole cubicle?”
“Filled to the brim,” Harry said, grinning. “Letters, postcards—everything. Kingsley promised they had security wizards screening them all before delivering the lot. Said it like that was meant to reassure me before they buried me alive in it.”
“And what did you do with them?” she asked, glancing sideways at him.
“Donated them,” he said lightly.
“To the Harry Potter Memorial Library and Orphanage?” Ginny asked with a sly grin.
Harry nudged her in the side when she snorted. “You haven’t seen the latest Skeeter article? It’s apparently a Quidditch Training Centre now—for orphans and reformed Death Eaters.”
Ginny huffed. “Oh, well. How noble of you.”
“Apparently,” Harry said. “Anyway, I tossed most of them. Figured anyone who actually knows me would know where to send a birthday card.”
“You did not throw all of them away!”
“Well… Ron and Neville had a look through first.”
“Oh, and you didn’t?”
“I was mostly trying to clear a path back to my desk chair,” he admitted.
Ginny bumped his shoulder. “So what did your adoring fans send you? Anything good?”
Harry sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “I kept the ones from little kids.”
“Of course you did. For your very real, completely legitimate orphan Quidditch empire.”
“Obviously.”
They walked a few steps in comfortable silence before he continued, “There were loads of party invitations. People seem to think I’m terribly lonely. That I need a proper family to celebrate with. No one should spend a birthday alone.”
“If only they knew about Mum’s dinner.”
“Exactly.” He smiled faintly. “And then there were the homemade gifts.”
“Oh, not homemade gifts from rabid fans!”
“I got a pair of knitted socks,” he said. “They reminded me of Dobby.”
Ginny scrunched up her nose in judgment. “Who sends a stranger knitted socks?”
Harry’s grin turned crooked. “That wasn’t the strangest one.”
“Oh?”
“A witch sent me—” he hesitated, already laughing, “—panties made of licorice wands. Neville opened that one. Went about as red as the… gift.”
Ginny doubled over, laughter spilling out of her.
“She included a homemade Bertie Bott’s recipe,” Harry added, barely holding it together. “Assorted… intimate flavours.”
“No!” Ginny gasped, clutching her sides.
“Ron tried them,” Harry said solemnly. “Said they tasted salty.”
“Stop!” she choked. “You are making that up now.”
“I really wish I were.”
Ginny shook her head, still laughing as she straightened. “Wow. And all we had to offer you was cake and decent company. You must feel thoroughly unappreciated by us in comparison.”
Harry took in the sight of her laughing, the setting sun reflected in her brown eyes. “It truly is a tragedy,” he said dryly.
But his hand found hers as they walked, and he didn’t let go.
Thank you!! This is amazing, I loved every bit of the easy chatting, Neville and Ron making the gift chaos both worse and bearable abd how happy they seem.
Welcome to our newest masquerade fest! This is a combined fest, meaning it's both a remix and a masquerade. In a remix fest, you take a fic (someone elses or your own) and make it your own or rework it if it's your own. This way we can honour fics we really liked!
We will be writing during set times with specific themes so go ahead and already find fics you might want to work on. The fest writing time is from 10 May-3 July, the duration of Hinny's initial relationship. The final author reveals will take place between their birthdays (31 July-11 August)
Themes:
any AU (Pirate, Modern, Muggle, go wild!)
10-16 May writing time, final submission date 19 May
canon compliant
20–26 May writing time, final submission date 29 May
canon divergent
30 May–5 June writing time, final submission date 8 June
fluff to angst/angst to fluff
9-15 June writing time, final submission date 18 June
bonus: platonic relationships surrounding Hinny (golden trio, Weasley family, Ginny w/ her friends)
19-25 June writing time, final submission date 28 June
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I'm going to try to reply to this without spoiling the rest of the story 😅
Not hinny but Cho... She isn't really in love with Harry either but she accepts it's the next best thing because she can't have Cedric and she know Harry has Ginny. It irritates her that while she chooses to commit to him, Harry can't seem to do the same.
Harry and Ginny would have already been married if they weren't forced to break up
The hurt they carry from being sabotaged and trying to be happy apart is going to linger in both big and small ways. It is a strength too. The sacrifices they are choosing to make (ch11-13) means they need to be really set on committing and it matters more if you have to give up a lot for a relationship.
Ginny didn't change Harry's profile picture because she forgot, but because it reminded her of a time they were happy
Molly was definitely one of the people who emailed the hotel and put them in a room together. She feels very out of depth with this situation but she does know what Harry and Ginny mean to each other and this is a way she thinks she can influence that. I don't think she has a clear idea in mind, she just feels for her daughter
Harry has not had a living plant in his flat since Ginny left, though he was the one who tended to them. He let them die post break-up and couldn't bring himself to buy new ones
Kami was one of the first Hinny authors I encountered, and her fics will always hold a special place in my heart! She’s such an incredibly hard worker, and she’s an absolute genius with her ideas and fics, and I aspire to reach her level of writing and consistency!🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
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