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Prompt: Harry becomes a Hogwarts professor after retiring as an Auror.
Based on: A youtube short and the comments about how Harry should have been made into a professor (not an auror) to help with demystifying him to fellow witches/ wizards.
Here is the link to the Youtube video of the post which was originally made by @batcii (please correct me if I've tagged the wrong OOP)
This is not my gif, credit to the original poster - this was the only D.A.D.A related one I could find
Retirement was never something Harry thought he would make it to. He’d shook hands with Death more times than anyone should before the age of 18. After surviving all he had, becoming an Auror had made sense. He’d been battling the dangerous and the unknown for years, he was good at it.
But after 20 years of hunting down dark wizards, investigating dark arts crimes and protecting “high-value targets” he was done. Harry had risked his own safety for years but there had been too many cases hitting far too close to home. He had to stop. He had to protect his family.
And so he found himself standing at the gates of Hogwarts, his old school… his home. Professor McGonagall had sent an owl. The invitation to give a guest lecture to the students was starting to feel less like a suggestion and more like playback for all the times Ron, Hermione and he had caused issues for her.
She met Harry in the courtyard, her usual stern expression softened into a smile as he approached. “Harry, it’s so lovely to see you.” She pulled him into a hug, melting away the tension that had set in during his long journey.
“Professor,” Harry says with a chuckle, “I missed you too.”
“For goodness sake, boy, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Minerva.” Harry scrunched his nose, shaking his head, gaining a laugh from the older witch.
“And how many times do I have to tell you, Professor? That would be like calling Molly anything other than Mum… it’s just wrong.”
“Very well, Mr Potter. Shall we get going?” Minerva schooled her features as she turned and made her way through the building, Harry following at her side.
As they moved through the school Harry was informed that he would be giving his lecture to the Defence Against the Dark Arts students of all ages. “Really, Professor? My first day back in the building and you’re already putting me in the most cursed teaching role?” Harry chuckled, earning him the classic ‘McGonagall stare’, pulling him back to the days of being asked why trouble seemed to follow him.
“Our current teacher has taken some personal time. This is the first time they have left their post since accepting the job, so keep your wee digs to yourself, young man.” It still felt strange to see a smirk work its way into her features, Harry nodded his apology all the same.
They came to a stop outside the classroom door. “This is it. Your first class should be here in 30 minutes so you should have time to settle in and collect your thoughts.” Minerva rested her hand on Harry’s shoulder, “Good luck, Mr Potter.”
She turned to walk away but as his hand came to rest on the doorknob Harry heard the clicking of her heels stop, “Oh and Harry?”
“Yes, Professor?”
“Thank you.” Minerva smiled.
“My pleasure, Professor.”
Harry stepped into the classroom. It was the same room he had learned his first hexes, had warded off Cornish Pixies and Boggarts in. It was the same room where he had learned about unforgivable curses and the same room where he had come face-to-face with a truly horrid creature… dressed in pink.
Within these four walls he had learned how to, and how not to, defend himself against magical threats. This very room and the people who had occupied it had played a role in the career that had brought him back to where it all started.
Harry made his way to the desk at the front of the room, sweeping his fingertips over the weathered mahogany surface as he turned towards the chalkboard. “Now, where do I begin?” He mumbled as he played with a stick of chalk.
The students filed in, talking amongst themselves as they took their seats. A few noticed the writing on the chalkboard, the words ‘The job of an Auror’ was scrawled in an unfamiliar handwriting. The door to the teacher’s office opened, sending the classroom into shocked silence as the figure descended the stairs and began their lecture.
“Hello, I’m Mr Potter and I will be giving you an insight into the job of an Auror. Now can anyone tell me what they think an Auror’s responsibilities are?” Harry had come to a stop at the desk, keeping his eyes on his notes as he decided what route he wanted to take with this talk. After several seconds of silence, he looked up to check that he did, in fact, have a room full of Hogwarts students. He was met with a sea of awestruck teens, mouths agape and eyes bulging.
“You’re…” A small voice sounded from the front row, “You’re Harry Potter, like, THE Harry Potter!” Harry cringed internally, he’d always hated that, his eyes landing on the source of the dreaded sentence. The large doe-eyes of a small girl stared back at him.
“It’s Mr Potter… but yes, I am that Potter. Now, who can answer my question?” Harry cast his eyes across the room but didn’t see a single hand raise in response, “Okay, how about this? Whoever can answer my question correctly can ask me one in return.”
Hands flew up across the room; Harry chuckled, this was going to be a long day.
Several months later…
“Morning, Professor.”
“Good morning, Celina” Harry smiled as his students filed into the room, “Take out your books and turn to page 394, please.”
The teacher taking ‘personal time’ had decided to retire instead. Harry was convinced that Professor McGonagall had only invited him for the guest lecture because she knew he wouldn’t be able to reject her job offer face-to-face. He hated to admit it but he was starting to enjoy teaching, as soon as the students had asked every question imaginable.
Not a lot had changed. Hogwarts still felt like home and Harry still refused to call the Professor by her first name. But today Harry has a guest in his classroom.
Two boys, who had been chatting away in the back row, practically jumped out of their seats as a voice from behind them boomed, “Turn to page three hundred and ninety-four.”
Harry smiled as the ghostly figure floated between the students, “Thank you for joining us, Professor Snape. Now let’s begin.”
A/N: Thank you for reading, please like, reblog and leave a comment to let me know what you think.
Real thing that changed how i write: I started asking "what does this character think is wrong with them" and separately "what is actually wrong with them." Those two things are almost never the same. She thinks she's too much. She's actually terrified of being too little. He thinks he's bad at commitment. He's actually just never met someone he trusted enough. The gap between their diagnosis of themselves and the real thing, that's your character arc right there. you don't have to explain it. just write both.
Summary: John visits Sherlock’s grave, but he’s not as alone as he thinks.
Word count: 625 (just a lil one)
Warnings: angst; sad, sentimental Sherlock; the robot has feelings; sad john; reference to a ‘case’ for plot reasons 😀; little pop-up from Mycroft at the end.
A/N: Bit of a vague summary but I don’t want to spoil anything. This is set after Sherlock fakes his death and before he reveals himself to John. I saw a piece of fanart that resembled something like this and it got me thinking and, of course, now I could find the og fanart 😭
Not my gif, credit to the creator
I’d never liked flowers. I didn’t understand the notion of delivering dead plants to a person you cared for. Mother had always argued that the “thought behind the action is what matters” but that thought had never been something I was privy to. That was until now.
I knew that my “stunt” would affect John, I knew he would be hurt and angry but that didn’t matter. I had to make sure he was safe and to do that I needed to die. Naturally, I kept an eye on him, watched him visit my grave, leaving flowers by the headstone and staying to tell me about his week as if I hadn’t been watching his every move. Before leaving he would pat the stone to say his goodbye.
This time, as he stepped towards the stone, his boot caught the wrapper on the fresh bouquet, “I know you don’t understand them… but it helps me, okay? I keep hoping that your distaste for ‘dead plants’ will be enough to drag your ass back here.” John took a shaky breath and let out a soft chuckle, “Just don’t stay dead, you hear me? I need my friend back, Sherlock.” With one last pat of the stone, he stood to attention, turned and left.
I rooted myself to the spot, ensuring that he had left the vicinity before I allowed myself to move. I slowly approached my grave, eyes fixed on the bouquet. My mind spun with the possible meaning of the flowers as I knelt to retrieve them. White forget-me-nots and yellow roses. There had been a case, some time ago, that had led me to a book regarding the Victorian practice of floriography. Although it hadn’t taken me long to find what I was searching for, John had spent days studying the book’s content, commenting on the meaning of each flower and his amazement with such nonsense.
Forget-me-nots… remembrance. Yellow roses… deep, unbreakable ties of a friendship.
I saw now what John’s goodbye had truly meant. I had hurt my friend, deeply. John wasn’t often one for soft words and sentimental feelings, I had always liked that about him. But there was something about these flowers that struck me to my core. The skin of my cheek felt damp and I pulled my hand up to touch it. Looking down at my fingers I frowned, this had never happened before.
It was a tear. I was… crying?
My knees shook as I lowered myself to the ground, resting my back against the headstone as I stared at the bouquet still clutched in my hand. What had I done? John was hurting because of me and there was nothing I could do to fix it. I didn’t know how. My friend was hurt and no amount of deducing or research could change that. I was out of my depth and drowning in strange, new feelings. Huh… feelings? That was a first.
I don’t know how long I sat there, wallowing in the suffocating silence as I touched each delicate flower petal.
My phone buzzed repeatedly in my pocket, “Why does this idiot always insist on calling?” I grumbled, answering the call, “Mycroft. This better be important.”
“Sherlock, are you…” Mycroft stopped himself, coughed and continued on a path that wouldn't end with me slipping laxatives into his next meal, “It’s time Sherlock. The car is waiting for you at the cemetery gate. I have people in place to watch John, he will be safe.”
I cleared my throat and pulled myself up from the ground, “Very well.” The call cut off. I moved towards the entrance, flowers still clutched at my side. I turned, one last time, focusing on my headstone, “Soon, John. Soon… I promise.”
A/N: Thank you for reading, please like, reblog and leave a comment to let me know what you think.
5+1 Things is another classic fandom trope. It's a structured fanfiction format.
It usually goes like this: 5 times X happens and one time it doesn't or 5 times X doesn't happen but one time it does.
So in the fic you will have five different segments in which a similar situation occurs. And then you will have a twist in the last, the +1 segment. It's basically an emotional payoff or a reveal. Something has changed from all the other times before.
This can also involve different people in each segment that the main character is interacting with, but the +1 is finally the right person.
It also doesn't have to be strictly 5+1. You can also use only 3 or 4 or maybe 6 other times, as long as there is change in the end for the last one.
Here are some examples, plus my masterlist of 5 + 1 prompts:
5 times they fell asleep on the phone and one time they fell asleep in each other's arms.
5 times Person A has to save Person B and one time Person B returns the favor.
5 times Person A calls Person B by a pet name and one time Person B finds one for Person A.
Anyone and everyone CAN write. The world’s most skilled writer didn’t start off skilled. The key is that they practice hard by writing a lot.
As long as you write, you are practicing your craft and you are getting better at writing. But you will never get anywhere if you let AI write for you.
I wish all my writers a happy new year. May all your stories finally be written, sentences be completed, emotions be evoked with beautifully crafted words, readers be moved to tears, the urge to create be satisfied.
Summary: You’ve been a tease, now it’s Loki’s turn.
Word count: 1014
Warnings: Smut 18+, Minors DNI, unprotected sex, male x female sex, slight voyeurism, female and male masturbation, dom!Loki, pet names (princess, baby), public-ish teasing, teasing in general, slight praise kink (if you squint)
A/N: So… I may have written this to avoid finishing a WIP that I have on the go rn but oh well 😅 Thank you to @lokisprettygirl for choosing prompt No 125 for this fic, I hope you enjoy it ;)
I haven't abandoned this story. I just put it on the back burner for now. The story is just on a small vacation. It is currently out of office. It can't come to the phone right now. It just fell under my bed to sleep with the monsters. It never left my head. It is everywhere - except on paper.
I'm a fandom oldie and a strong proponent of "ship and let ship", and I defend everyone else's right to ship what they love... But I think that gives people the idea that I like, automatically love every single ship??? Or every single trope?
I don't though!
There are a lot of fandom tropes that are on my "absolutely fuck no" list. There are a lot of irk kinks that are also on my "nope absolutely not" list, too. Personally, this is healthy. I'm able to look at something and go "Yep, I hate it, but it's not harming anyone, so continue to do as you please."
I think this is where the rubber meets the road for actually having principles. It’s easy to defend the things we like, just like it’s easy to fight for our own rights and those of people just like us. When you have to use logic to extend your sense of justice to people you can’t relate to, that actually takes effort.
the first law of tragedies: the end is already written and inevitable. the second law of tragedies: your actions are all your own and you can choose to get off this ride whenever you want. the third law of tragedies: we both know that you are never going to do that.
Hello! What does G, K+, E, M or T mean? I mean those letter things put before the word count.
Hey Nonny!
Those are the ratings of the fics!
G/K (General Audience) is sfw fics and just General audience (K and K+ are an indication that the fic is on FFnet, which is their rating system for General Audiences and Teen Fics).
T/K+ (Teen) is sfw fics, but might contain slightly more angst and light romance, etc. PG-13 is the equivalent visual rating.
M is Mature audiences and may contain mature themes or light smut without all the details. I think this one is similar to NC-17? We don’t have that rating here in Canada so I’m not sure, LOL.
E is explicit, and USUALLY signifies very messy smut, but can also be used for graphic violence or other adult themes. Anywhere between R and multiple-X rated.
I also personally use another rating very rarely called “NR [?]”, where “NR” is “not rated by the author” and the “?” is the rating I personally would give the fic if I’ve read it :)
phileasfoggstiddies said: FYI though NC-17 is actually beyond R in the US. R is no one under 17 admitted without an adult and NC-17 is no children under 17 period. NC-17 replaced the X rating which is no longer used here. Definitely not the equivalent of an M rated fic!
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OHHHHHHH OKAY DERP!!! NC = NO CHILDREN. I AM SO DUMB OMG. That never clicked to me. Yeah that makes sense hah. OK, so it’s the equivalent of our R-rated movies. Films here go from PG-13 to R, no in-between hah.
Thanks!!! <3
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