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Against my nature

Please see this link for my previous post for “Against My Nature” by Araceil

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The Talk

They really should have expected this sort of behavior. Being the son of one Marauder and raised by the other two, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when they heard the distinct sound of a teenage boy sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night. It was just that Harry had always been a surprisingly easy and well behaved kid, all things considered. Sure, he got into a little mischief now and then, but honestly both Sirius and Remus have been more concerned if he hadn’t, and it was always harmless fun. Sneaking around though, and hiding things from his guardians, that was unusual. Harry had always been honest with Sirius and Remus and they were always honest with him. The first time they woke up, the boy was sneaking back into the house in the early hours of the morning, tiptoeing past their bedroom and closing the door to his own with the softest of clicks. “Sleep alright, Prongslet?” Sirius had asked him later on at breakfast. “Yeah, fine.” Harry responded distractedly, paying more attention to reading the back of the cereal box than to his godfather’s question. That was what bothered Remus the most. “Sneaking about is one thing, but lying? Harry’s never lied to us before.” Sirius hummed in agreement, staring at the ceiling. It was late at night and the front door closing had woken them yet again. “Bet it’s a girl.” Remus’ eyebrows shot up. “Do you think?” Sirius shrugged. “Well sure. He’s sixteen…” he turned onto his side to face the other man. “You know I thought I saw a hickey on his neck when he got back from school at the start of summer. He told me he got bit by a Cornish Pixie.” Remus snorted at the blatant lie. Then his eyes went wide. “You don’t think he’s having sex, do you?” “I…oh bloody hell…” Sirius groaned, running a hand through his hair. “He’s sixteen!” “We were younger than that, Sirius.” “Merlin, Moony…I feel…old.” “You are old. We both are. We have a sixteen year old who’s probably sexually active.” “STOP SAYING IT!” “You know this means we’ll have to have ‘the talk’ with him.” Said Remus reasonably, ignoring Sirius’ whine of protest. “We have to, Pads. We should have done so earlier.” Sirius groaned and rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in his pillow. “I’m sure Prongs’ll be having a laugh at our expense in the afterlife. His gay mates giving his son The Sex Talk.” Remus chuckled softly and Sirius peeked up at him. “You’re the teacher, Moony. Why don’t you just do it?” “That’s not how parenting works, Sirius.” “It’s your turn.” “My turn?” “Your turn. Remember? We used to take turns getting up at night for him, changing him-” Remus rolled his eyes. “He hasn’t been in diapers for fifteen years, Sirius. He’s grown.” Sirius made another distressed sound that, had it not been muffled by the pillow, Remus would have sworn sounded like “My baby!” Sighing, Remus began to run his fingers through Sirius’ hair. “You’re being dramatic, you ponce. We’ll both have a talk with him tomorrow, alright?” Sirius growled. “Sirius…” “Fiiiine!” - The following morning was the same awkward tension at the breakfast table. Harry remained uncharacteristically silent as he ate while Sirius and Remus wordlessly debated who would be the first to speak up. With one final, meaningful glance from Remus, Sirius gave in. “Harry, er…there’s something I think we need to talk about.” Harry paused, mouth open and spoon in hand. He blinked, looking from one guardian to the other. “Am I in trouble?” “Of course not, Harry. You haven’t done anything wrong.” Remus said. Then after a moment he quirked an eyebrow at the boy. “That we know of at least. Unless there’s something you’d like to share…” Harry shrugged and shook his head, continuing about his breakfast. Remus gave Sirius another look, urging him to press on. “Harry…um…y-you know…there’s this thing…” Sirius stammered awkwardly as his godson stared at him, slowly chewing. “It’s…well, you know, there’s bees and they…with the birds and all…and if they-…well, really I’ve never been quite sure how they have anything to do with it-” There was a loud CLANG as Harry dropped his spoon and choked on his cereal. “Holy shit is this the sex talk!?” Remus gave him a stern look. “Language, Harry.” He scolded softly. “Sorry, Moony.” Harry apologized quickly once he stopped choking, his face beat red and his eyes like saucers behind the frames of his glasses. “I just- oh, bloody hell…” He buried his face in his hands. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, Harry. You’re sixteen, we just thought it may be time we talked to you about this to be sure you were…er…well informed.” Remus explained, always the calm and rational one compared to the theatrics of his lover and their godson. Harry’s hand shot up to his hair, ruffling it nervously in the way that always made both Sirius and Remus need to remind themselves that it wasn’t James sitting across from them. “It’s…I mean…it’s a little late for that, that’s all.” He muttered, sinking down in his seat. Remus’ breath hitched and Sirius’ hand twitched anxiously. “We, um…” Remus continued slowly. “We didn’t even know you had a girlfriend, Harry.” Harry let out a nervous laugh and shook his head. “I don’t.” “You don’t?” Sirius repeated, watching the boy skeptically. “Listen, Harry, we know you’ve been sneaking out of the house. You’ve always been honest with us, we just want to know what’s going on. We want to make sure you’re being safe…you’re sixteen, it’s normal that you’d be dating, you don’t have to lie to us-” “I’m not lying.” Said Harry sincerely, finally looking up to meet his godfather’s eyes. “I…I don’t have a girlfriend.” Sirius frowned. “Then why are you-?” Remus held up a hand, suddenly understanding. “Sirius,” “No, Moony, if he doesn’t have a girlfriend then why would he be-” “Sirius, you idiot, he doesn’t have a girlfriend.” “But then-” “SIRIUS!” Both Harry and Remus shouted. “What?” “He doesn’t. have. a girlfriend.” Remus said slowly, emphasizing. Harry, who was now the color of a ripe tomato, groaned and tugged at his hair. “I’ve got a boyfriend.” Sirius stared across the table, mouth agape and blinking at him. “Oh.” He said finally, clearing his throat. “Oh, well…Merlin, you’d think we’d have caught onto that earlier, wouldn’t you?” Remus nodded in agreement before looking back at Harry. “Well, all that aside Harry, why wouldn’t you have just told us you were seeing someone instead of sneaking about? That’s not like you.” “It’s not as if you need to hide the fact that you like blokes. In case you haven’t noticed for the last sixteen years, so do we.” Sirius smirked, folding his arms over his chest. Harry sighed, averting his eyes and pushing his spoon around the bowl. “It’s not the fact that I like blokes, it’s…it’s the bloke I like that I thought might be the problem.” Remus and Sirius exchanged confused looks. “Harry, you know you can come to us with anything.” Said Remus gently. “We support you no matter what.” Sirius nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely. So out with it then, who’s the lucky lad that’s stollen my dashing godson’s heart, eh?” Harry let out another heavy sigh and muttered something under his breath. Remus frowned. “Sorry Harry? Didn’t quite catch that.” Harry glared from under his eyelashes at the two older men. He took a deep breath. “Draco Malfoy.” “WHA-!?” “Sirius!” “I mean w-what a surprise…” Sirius finished weakly, reaching down to rub his leg where Remus had kicked him. There was an awkward silence as Harry stared down at the table and Remus shook his head disapprovingly at Sirius’ outburst. Biting his lip, Harry stood up. “Er…I’m going to just go to my room-” “Sit.” Ordered both Sirius and Remus and Harry sunk back into his seat. A grin had appeared on Sirius’ face. “Now that that’s out of the way, we can have the talk we meant to have with you.” Harry groaned. “Do we have to?” Remus nodded. “Safe sex is important Harry. No matter who your with.” “Merlin…” “Now, proper lubricating spells-” Harry’s head hit the table with a loud thud.

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know any good Hermione time travel fics? anything but the debt of time (read that already) :) also preferably to the Marauder's time 👌

I know quite a few good Hermione time travel fics – it’s one of my favorite type of fics to read, actually. So please, let me know if you would like any other recommendations after this one, or if this isn’t exactly what you were looking for. I apologize for how long it took for me to get back to you. Happy reading!

“Fate Set Right” by mltrefry

“You’re a pain in the ass." 

"I believe we’ve already covered you would rather I not exist, I don’t need further insult from you." 

"I didn’t … fuck, would you stop? I apologize for what I said on Saturday, but only the part in which I said that … I meant every word about you being an insufferable know-it-all. I drives me absolutely spare, and the Slytherins mock it constantly when they know they won’t get caught. Each of them had noticed you’ve become a favorite of Slughorn’s, and don’t want to risk getting on his bad side. I may have also still been a bit defensive about the owlery. I don’t need someone defending me, and I certainly don’t need someone willing to patch them up to do so.”

“I said I could perform the charm. I never said I would.”

 "He has hair now.“

"Astute observation. However, it’s far too long. I, as an insufferable know-it-all, would have stopped it before it had gotten to that point. What’s more, I was in the library all weekend.”

“Right." 

"And as for defending you: whether you wanted or needed my help doesn’t matter. I was there, and I certainly wasn’t going to stand by and let you get hexed by those idiots.”

“They’re from your own house." 

"So they are.”

“I’m a Slytherin. I’m a rival, and am supposedly going to turn dark and do all sorts of wicked things.”

“I set a teacher on fire. I also stole from one to brew Polyjuice. And I punched a boy in a rival house in the face for the sheer pleasure of shutting him up. Not as delinquent as the first two, but still not what one would call good. Other than hexing a few arseholes back in defense, what’s the worse thing you’ve done?”

“You know, I believe I’ve misjudged you. You’re more likable than I’d originally thought.”

After Hermione and Harry get back to the Infirmary after freeing Buckbeak, one thing leads to another before Hermione is thrown back in time by 20 years to 1974 with no way to return to the future. This fic has a bit of a twist to it in that the 1994 storyline continues after Hermione’s ‘disappearance’ and the perspective shifts back and forth between the past and the present. I also appreciated this author’s unique take on Lily’s personality and her relationship with Severus. Read on to see how Hermione’s presence shifts the dynamics in the Marauder’s Era and how those changes ripple through time. 

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Serpens arcanem

Hello anon,

As I have recieved mutliple search requests for Serpens Armarum/Arcanem by Evandar, I would like to take this time to address all of you at once.

I unfortunately must tell you that both stories are no longer available on any official online platform per the author's wishes.

I am not fluent in any language other than English, so I cannot state one way or another if there is a translated version somewhere. Regardless, those translations are not endorsed by the author, and so should not be supported anyway out of respect for Evandar.

As far as I understand it, Evandar is a different person now compared to when they began the series, and does not believe they can satisfactorily continue it to completion. Evandar has every right to make this decision, as they are the sole creator of these works and have no obligation to anyone else to choose otherwise.

Apparently, some individuals were so rude, inconsiderate and disrespectful about the hiatus/discontinuation of the series that Evandar felt compelled to take the fics off of the internet altogether and may even have negative associations with the series now. This is just what I have 'heard', so please don't quote me on this. But if this is true, I find it sad and disappointing that Evandar was essentially bullied and harassed so much that things ended up this way.

Please be respectful to fanfiction authors and be appreciative of the works they share with us, even if they aren't complete or available forever.

I do acknowledge that I posted a recommendation for this series way back when, and I will take it down if it gives readers false hope of finding it. I apologize if I misled any of you in this way.

I hope you find other reading that suits your interests, anon, or will contact me again if you have another request.

[stephenhawqueen]

a harry potter au where potions is taught by gordon ramsay

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neville: *messes up his potion*

gordon ramsay: *holds neville between two slices of bread* what are you

neville: an idiot sandwich

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no no no!

Imagine that this is Gordon Ramsay a la Masterchef Junior

Neville: *messes up the potion, realizes it, starts crying quietly*

GR: What’s going on?

Neville: *explains how he messed up*

GR: Oh gosh okay…we can fix this, don’t cry, see, it’s fine now? Just be more careful when you’re adding the Newt’s eyes, all right? Drop them in gently. There we go. No more tears.

Neville: *giggles wetly, wiping eyes*

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Yes, he only screams when he’s dealing with people that claim to know what they’re doing and clearly dont, when he’s teaching he’s very kind and patient because they’re still learning.

[wickedbitchofthewestcoast]

He’d probably do the bread thing to Malfoy.

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nononononono. I get that Malfoy is a bit of a twat, but he’s still a kid. It’d be the teachers fucking up that he’d have trouble with.

Ramsay: All you had to do was treat it with a fucking Beozar! 

Slughorn: It was a stressfu-

Ramsay: How long have you been teaching potions?!

or

Ramsay: So you’re going to raise this boy SPECIFICALLY so he can die as part of your twisted little scheme? 

Dumbledore: It’s for the greater good, professor. 

Ramsay: The greater fucking good?! *holds two slices of bread either side of dumbledoor’s face* What are you? 

Dumbledore: Am I, per chance, an idiot sandwich? 

Ramsay: Yes, you fucking are. 

[marauders4evr]

Okay, now I can reblog it!

[theiguanaamarillaart]

@marauders4evr

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Fantastic!

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[marisatomay]

I’m in love

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I MUST HAVE REBLOGGED A THOUSAND TIMESSSS

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My favorite Gordon Ramsey moment is from the latest season of Master Chef Jr.

Gordon had run in to help a group of struggling kids with a team challenge and one of the older kids, a 12 year old boy, wasn’t passing attention while taking a pan out of the oven and not only spilled all the food but scalded Gordon.

It’s clear Gordon’s leg is in pain. He’s been badly burned without warning. But he doesn’t scream. He doesn’t yell, not even in pain, and he doesn’t go off on the child who is now frozen in fear. He calmly tells the child to set the pan down and to close the oven, safety first. Then tells him to go restart the food he was making, calm instructions.

My husband and I grew up in abusive homes where any mistake meant parents getting angry (my husband is terrified of spills or broken glasses because that meant beatings growing up, for me, anything going wrong, that could upset my mother, even if it wasn’t my fault meant screaming and emotional abuse).

I didn’t know someone could be so calm. That someone could not get angry, and put aside what they’re feeling (in this case a lot of physical pain) and not take it out on those around them, even when someone around them had messed up, because that person is a child.

Gordon Ramsey is a survivor of child abuse himself and as an adult, the most non-abusive person ever when it comes to kids.

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im going to cry can gordon ramsey be my parent this sound so beautiful

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Please take a moment to picture Gordon Ramsay taking over Potions when Snape becomes the DADA professor (instead of Slughorn) and not only being horrified when he realizes how terrified the students are that he’ll verbally abuse them when they mess up in Potions class but when he overhears how Snape treats students. Like can you IMAGINE the level of RAGE and CONTEMPT that Ramsay would harbor towards Snape? The asshat wouldn’t have made it to the end of HBP. Ramsay would’ve hexed his ass to kingdom come.

[berkcastteam]

Rebloging ALL of this because Chef Ramsay is THE MAN!

-HC

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Chef Ramsay would have become the kids’ favourite teacher and you can’t take that away from me.

[harrypotterfandomunite]

Imagine him dealing with Umbridge

[imagitory]

Every time I reblog this post, I swear to God, it only gets better.

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Someboby needs to write a fanfic about this!

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Keep reading

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“The Triumph of These Tired Eyes” by AnarchicMuse

"It's you. You're back."

"Pardon? Have we met before?"

"Yes, we have. You take care of me and watch over me whenever Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon are mean to me. I know I'm not supposed to know who you are, but you've been gone for so long and I was worried."

"Know who I am…? Whatever do you mean?"

"Can we please just not pretend? Not today? Not after you've been gone so long. I swear I'll go back to pretending to not know who you are tomorrow, but can we just be ourselves tonight?"

"Who is it that you think I am?"

"My guardian angel."

When Loki Odinson discovers he has a Midgardian child, he is determined to protect his son from a fate akin to that of his half-siblings. Loki uses all of the arcane arts he knows to protect and raise his son in secret, but it’s a little hard to keep Harry Potter a secret from Asgard when Harry keeps getting into near-fatal situations every time Loki is away. 

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"Madam Umbridge Home for Wayward Girls” by A.Lovely.Villain

“What happened to them?”

"They died in a house fire."

"I'm sorry for your loss... How does it make you feel?"

"What?"

"Their deaths. Are you merely filled with sadness? Or do you feel anger?"

"I- I don't understand-"

"Yes, you do. It's a simple question, Hermione.”

"I feel so angry I can't breathe at times."

"Good... Sadness cripples. Anger motivates.Your anger will take you places, Hermione. You must learn to control it, but never eradicate it from your arsenal."

“Hermione's life takes a dark turn after the death of her parents, leaving her at the mercy of a tyrannical Matron. Her new home is more prison than sanctuary, haunted by ghosts bearing terrible, bloody secrets. Though she's surrounded by troubled young women, it's the men in her life who teach her freedom comes at the greatest price of all. Victorian AU, Tomione, Dramione, no triad”

Usually I write my own introduction to fics I post, but this one is so complex and detailed that I had a hard time coming up with something that wouldn’t spoil an important plot point or misrepresent the tone of the story. I don’t usually go for fics that trend towards darker, horror/thriller themes like this, but I am officially hooked and anxiously waiting for every update. The plot is original, well-written, and most importantly, unexpected. The characterizations are so well done and have been seamlessly adapted to this new world. I am loving the unique, breath of fresh air that is the non-magic(-ish), Victorian AU setting, even as I am horrendously caught up in the Tomione/Dramione love triangle and surprisingly can’t pick a favorite. Happy reading.

@alovelyvillain

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Sorry if this bothers you, but do you know want fanfics where it's like a complete re-write of the books but with sirius (and maybe remus) raising harry? And goes through harrys years at hogwarts Thanks!

It’s no bother at all! I hope you’ve stuck around, but I cannot apologize enough for the literal years it has taken me to get back to you. I recently stumbled across a great series that fits this description exactly and is still updating (currently at Harry’s 4th year). If you see this Anon, I hope it suits your needs. If not, I hope whoever else sees this finds a great read as well.

“Innocent” by MarauderLover7

“Under normal circumstances, I’d never ask this; you’re – what – eight and a half? And I’m trying to evade Aurors and the rest of the Ministry, but if you want… another home-”

“Another home? As in, away from the Dursleys?”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to”

“I want to!" 

"Really? Are you sure? I don’t know what state the house is in yet, and it might be dangerous – like I said, there are people after me-”

“I want to”

“I have no idea what to do with a kid. Moony always said I’d make a terrible father…”

“You can’t be any worse than the Dursleys”

“I guess not. Merlin, this visit is definitely not going the way I thought it would.”

“What…?”

“I was going to come and see you, maybe get to know you a bit. And then I was going to go into hiding while I figured out how to make everyone else see that I’m innocent. After that I would have come back and made you the same offer as I am now.”

“I can help you prove you’re innocent”

“I appreciate the gesture, Harry, but me adopting you is going to look pretty bad. Everyone will think I’ve kidnapped you for Voldemort-”

“Who?”

Sirius escapes Azkaban and decides his first priority is checking in on his godson, expecting him to be safe and happy but wanting to see it with his own eyes before pursuing any other plans. He does not find a happy Harry and this derails everything.

First and foremost, this is NOT just a re-telling of the books where everything is practically the same with minor changes here and there. To be honest, this is why I do not usually read ‘Sirius and/or Remus raise Harry’ fics because a lot of the ones I find are like that. This series, on the other hand, has some similar major milestones, but is otherwise a whole new bag of tricks. Don’t want to say much more so I don’t spoil the experience for any of you.

Links: Initiate (Year 1), Identity (Year 2), Impose (Year 3), Intensity (Year 4)

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"Diagnosis” by sistersgrimmlover

"This is so not my thing"

"Obviously, it was your 'thing' last night."

"Oh Merlin...this is so humiliating... You have to leave. Grab your robes and get out" 

"I thought that perhaps we could participate in a little...morning coitus"

"Tempus. Yeah...you using the word 'coitus' and all is kinda sexy but, nope. I'm late for work. On the first day. Not good."

"Are we still in London?"

"Um...yes. It's...a wizarding home."

"I can see that. Quite old. Definitely a pureblood home. Is this your home? Wait...are we in your parents' home?" 

"No, we're in my godfather's house. It's the...no. We're not gonna do this. The awkward talking thing that makes it all more uncomfortable. Now, I'm taking a shower and you'll be out of my house by then. Right…so, goodbye...um..."

"Thought you'd remember my name, with how loud you were screaming it last night"

"Okay. Sorry about that. I'm a bit of a right mess. Now, if you're not out by the time I'm out of the shower, I call the Aurors. My dad's an Auror, so that won't be pleasant. For either of us. But, I'll do it."

Harry has a one-night stand the night before starting as a Trainee Healer at St. Mungo’s that ends up coming back to bite him, in both a figurative and literal sense. This one is a bit of a Grey’s Anatomy x Harry Potter crossover in that it takes the general premise of Grey’s Anatomy and throws in the cast and context of the Harry Potter universe. Still very magical, which makes for a really entertaining read especially for medical nerds like myself, but no Dark Lords or Death Eaters. That doesn’t mean there isn’t drama for days, and I really appreciate how gritty and twisty this fic gets. Expect an enthralling read that will have you laughing, crying, and yelling in equal measures. Just be thankful it’s already complete. 

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Hey I was wondering if you knew of any fics where harry makes friends with muggles during summer. I prefer ones where drugs/alcohol are quite a big factor and also preferably harry is gay but I also like straight fics as well? I have literally been living for fics like these and I can’t seem to find many, thanks so much for the help x

Tbh, I actually haven’t read or seen many fics like this, so thank you for the unique search request. I will have to do a bit of digging to find ones that are more aligned with what you are looking for, but here’s a quirky, sort of cute one to tide you over.

For my followers in general, I am so so sorry for neglecting this blog so much --- OTL --- you can blame Wanna One and my Doctorate program for taking over my life but only a little bit, the rest is on me. I’ll try to prioritize responding to search requests like this one, but I can’t make any promises.

“Hocus Pocus, Adele Polkiss” by Ecmm

“Harry, can you show me some magic?”

“So you believe me?”

“Maybe. If you show me magic.”

“I'm not allowed to. We're not allowed to do magic out of school until we're seventeen. And especially not in front of...” 

“In front of what?”

“Well, especially not in front of Muggles. Just in case you are a muggle, which you might not be.”

“I don't believe you then. It all sounds very made up. I had a very nice school year too I'll have you know. I... I fought a troll as well. With my new friend.”

"The two of you fought it off?”

“Of course. The teachers were really... pleased. Lysander's parents are vampires.”

“Vampires?”

“Technically, at least.”

Adele Polkiss has always been fascinated with Harry Potter. Everything she hears from her big brother Piers sounds so strange and much more interesting than her boring, normal life. He wears glasses, is an orphan, and even sleeps in the cupboard under the stairs! She doesn’t understand why Harry doesn’t seem to appreciate these things, or why she struggles to make friends at school when she bullies and ridicules them the same way Piers does. Soon, the summers when Harry comes back from Hogwarts (which may or may not be real) become the highlight of her years, even as she wrestles with her envy and hope that maybe, just maybe, a letter will come for her too. 

[saintdracopotter]

10 Letters To My Soulmate

An anonymous ask requested a soulmate-themed Drabble, here it is!

On Wednesday morning at breakfast, an owl from OSA (Owling Soulmates Anonymous) was delivered to Draco Malfoy. It read:

Dear Soulmate,

I know it might be odd that I’m contacting you now, since I’ve never tried to before, but I decided that I just have to know that you exist. Since this program started, nearly everyone I know has written to their soulmate and found something, or rather, someone, amazing. I kept wondering why you never reached out, but maybe you have never even heard of this program. I don’t know. Maybe you have heard of this program but you don’t want to know me. I just know that I’ve been through a lot through the last year, and if you’re out there somewhere feeling as broken as I do, then maybe we can help each other heal. Or something.

-Anonymous

…

On Friday afternoon, while Harry and Ron were watching Flitwick put up Christmas decorations in the Great Hall, a return owl from OSA was delivered to Harry Potter. It read:

Dear Soulmate,

The reason that I have not tried to contact you is not because I don’t want to know you, but because I feel that you do not want to know me. Trust me, whoever you are, you deserve more than me. Regardless, I hope you find happiness from someone who can actually give it to you, and I wish you a Happy Christmas. That is, if you celebrate Christmas.

-Anonymous

…

Draco was busying himself in his eighth year dorm on Friday night by organizing his books in alphabetical order of the author’s last name when a second owl from OSA arrived.

Dear Soulmate,

Please don’t push me away. I want to know you no matter who you are.

Also, I think it’s quite pretentious of you to assume that I deserve more than you have to offer. I could be anyone, even a mass murderer. I mean I’m not a mass murderer, but still.

And if you’re wondering, I do celebrate Christmas. I don’t have a family to share it with, but my friends are very welcoming. I like to think that if these letters work out, we could even spend Christmas together. But since you’re being so presumptuous and prat-like, I guess we won’t.

-Anonymous

…

On Saturday morning, an owl tapped on Harry’s dorm window. Harry rushed to open it, and when he took the letter and sent the owl off, he saw that it was an OSA letter and his heart skipped a beat.

He looked at his roommate’s bed to see if he was still there. The bed was made and it seemed that he had left for the day, which was odd, since it was still very early, and he had been up late organizing his books. ‘Oh well,’ Harry thought, and he went ahead and read the letter.

Dear Soulmate,

I don’t see how I can be the prat when you’re the one who insulted me. And, in my opinion, it is presumptuous of you to think that while you could be a mass murderer, I could not be. Of course, like you, I only point that out for the sake of argument, and I am most certainly not a mass murderer. But I am by no means a good person. For the past six months or so I have been trying to make up for all the awful things I’ve done, yet nothing I do can erase the sins of my past. If you were to meet me, know who I am and what I’ve done, you would not want to spend Christmas with me. You’d want to get as far away from me as possible.

I’m sorry that you have no family. I don’t have a great family, but I cannot even imagine how it must feel to have none at all. I’m glad that you have good friends whom you can love and trust. If you didn’t have friends like that, I’d have to send you a puppy or some other sort of pet so that you would not be alone on Christmas.

Truly, soulmate, I want the best for you, but please don’t write to me again. I am a horrible, horrible person and you should not waste your time with me.

-Anonymous

…

Draco sighed when yet another OSA owl came to him on Sunday morning in the library. He set aside the textbooks he’d been studying and prepared himself to read the message from his soulmate.

Dear Soulmate,

I believe that you’ve done terrible things. I’ve done terrible things too. I killed someone in a war and it haunts me everyday. It breaks my heart to think that you have to carry the weight of your mistakes even as you try to make up for them. All I want to do is lighten that weight and prove to you that you can be loved despite that. And I hope you know that having done horrible, horrible things does not make you a horrible, horrible person. I can tell that you have a good heart just by your statement that you would send me a puppy to keep me company on Christmas. That’s a really sweet thing to say, you know.

And if your family isn’t the best then you’re free to join my friends and I. Of course, that would mean confessing your identity, which you should only do if you’re sure that you want to meet me. Until then, I’d like it if we kept sending each other letters. Your words make me smile and make me forget about the nightmares I’ve lived through for a while.

-Anonymous

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Harry smiled when a third OSA letter arrived for him on Monday.

“Is that from them?” Hermione asked, noticing Harry’s wide smile.

Harry blushed. “Weren’t you about to go to your dorm?”

Hermione rolled her eyes, but she left the Eighth Year Common Room so Harry could read the letter in privacy.

Dear Soulmate,

I have to admit, I am surprised by you. When I used to think of who you might be, I imagined a perfect person with no flaws whatsoever. I think I like you better now that I can tell you’re a real person. You’re understanding and thoughtful and you seem loyal, but you have made mistakes too. I’m sorry that you have to suffer because of those mistakes, though.  

I agree now that we should keep sending letters. Especially since they make you smile. (Don’t let it go to your head, but your letters bring a smile to my face as well.)

-Anonymous

Harry was just finishing up the letter with a sappy smile on his face when Draco entered the common room.

“Malfoy? You’re out late,” Harry said.

“I was in the Owlery. I had, uh, a Christmas card to send.” For some reason Malfoy was blushing. “I’ll just be heading up to our room then.” Malfoy hurried up to his and Harry’s shared room and Harry stayed in the Common Room to reread the letter a few times.

It wasn’t until later, when Harry was lying awake in bed, that he realized the implications of Malfoy being in the Owlery just before he received his soulmate’s letter. ‘Could Malfoy be my soulmate?’ Harry thought.

…

Draco got a reply from his soulmate sooner on Tuesday, when he was helping Goyle wrap his presents. Goyle looked over Draco’s shoulder, trying to catch sight of what the letter said. Draco pushed Goyle away with a laugh. “It’s for my eyes only, Goyle.”

Goyle shrugged and went back to work wrapping the wand case he bought for Pansy.

Draco left the room to read the letter alone, not able to keep a smile off his face.

Dear Soulmate,

I must, unfortunately, inform you that your comment about my letters making you smile did indeed go to my head and all day I have been strutting around with a proud look on my face. My friends tell me that I look ridiculous. I don’t care. I’ve been feeling happy lately, because of you, and I want everyone to know that. I, like you, have found a certain comfort in knowing that my soulmate is out there, that they’re a real person, who can be sweet and can also be a prat.

By the way, my offer to spend Christmas with you still stands. Now that we both know that we’re accepted by each other unconditionally, there should be little standing our way of being together. Of course, I will still understand if you want to remain anonymous. And I will also understand if you don’t want to be with me and would prefer to just be friends.

Anyhow, if you decide to not join me for Christmas I’ve decided that I will get you that puppy which you promised me. I don’t even know if you like dogs, but I have such good taste in pets that I am sure you’ll like the one I get you regardless. I’ll let you name him, but if I may suggest a name, Padfoot is an excellent one.

-Anonymous

Draco’s smile stayed all day long. When he returned to his room after helping Goyle with the last of his gifts, he found Potter already inside on his bed, flipping through a gift catalog.

“What’re you smiling for?” Potter asked, smirk on his face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Draco said. He tucked the letter in his bedside table drawer and hummed as he looked for a book from the uber-organized bookshelf.

Draco’s humming was so loud that he didn’t hear Potter whisper, “I think I do know.”

…

Harry’s reply didn’t come until Thursday, Christmas Eve.

Dear Soulmate,

I’m sorry I couldn’t respond sooner, but I’ve been busy. My roommate has been forcing me to spend time with him. We walked through the snow and went sledding (Have you ever been sledding? It’s much more fun than I thought it would be) and made Christmas cookies. I’ve never spent too much time with my roommate before, but it turns out that he’s actually fun. He and I were laughing practically the entire day. I’m only sorry that doing all that prevented me from writing to you.

Concerning Christmas, please do not send me a puppy. I’m not allowed to have one in my room, and my parents certainly would not take of it for me until I had a place of my own to keep it in. However, now that I give more thought to the idea, I suppose my roommate might help me keep the puppy a secret.

I think Padfoot is an odd, yet intriguing, name, by the way.

Happy Christmas Eve.

-Anonymous

Harry quickly wrote out a reply and rushed to the Owlery. He wanted his letter to get to Draco before it was officially Christmas.

…

Draco got his new OSA letter while in the kitchen, helping the house elves prepare food for the feast tomorrow.

“Hold on, Tink, I’ve got to read this, then I’ll help you with the turkey.”

Dear Soulmate,

Your roommate sounds amazing. Like, the most awesome bloke in the world. I’ll bet he’s good looking, too. He probably has charmingly messed up black hair and enchantingly bright green eyes. Does he play Quidditch too? Perhaps he’s a Seeker. Perhaps he was even the youngest Seeker in a century. Blimey, he’s sounds so talented that I bet you never caught the Snitch before him. Luckily, I think he likes you despite your less than par Seeker skills. I think he likes you as much as I do. He probably wants to buy you a puppy and spend Christmas with you just like I do.

Now, after I’ve thought about it, I’ve realized your roommate and I are very similar. In fact, one might even say that we’re one and the same.

-Anonymous

“Sorry, Tink, I can’t help with the turkey. I’m so sorry, but I really have to go. Good luck!”

…

Harry was caught off guard when, while he was pacing the floor of his dorm room, Draco walked in, his face red from running and his eyes shining with- happiness?

“Did you get-” Draco started, and then a tapping could be heard on the window.

Harry went to open the window and retrieve the OSA letter from the owl. He shut the window and went to sit on his bed as he opened and read the letter. Draco was holding his breath.

Dear Soul/Roommate,

Potter? Meet me in our room as soon as possible.

-Not So Anonymous

(P.S. I can’t wait to spend Christmas with you.)

Everything in the room was silent except for the sound of parchment sliding against parchment as Harry refolded the letter and tucked it back inside the envelope.

“So, I guess we’re-”

“Soulmates? Yeah.” Harry smiled at Draco and slowly Draco began to smile too.

Harry stood up, walked to Draco, took his hand, and said, “I hope you know I wasn’t kidding about the puppy.”

Draco laughed, as he had been expecting Harry to say something more profound, and then he was surprised again when Harry interrupted his laugh to place a kiss on his lips.

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“The Unwinding Golden Thread” by The Carnivorous Muffin

"Riddle, we need to talk."

"Oh, well then, Evans, talk."

"Somewhere private."

"If you haven't noticed, Evans, it's past curfew and I am a prefect. This is as private as you're going to get, I'm afraid."

"You need to close the Chamber."

"Who are you?"

In his fifth year, Tom Riddle thought he had Hogwarts and by extension, the Wizarding World, all figured out until two things happen: 1) he discovers Parseltongue is an inherited Slytherin family trait, and 2) Harry Evans transfers in and is the worst representative of the Slytherin House imaginable. Tom is content to simply ignore the transfer student, until said transfer student stops ignoring him and begins to interfere with Tom’s plans to open the Chamber of Secrets. Neither of them are prepared, however, for how the world around them changes, especially the Great Wizarding War, after things at Hogwarts change.

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P.S. dedicated to @noisywoojin for inspiring me to post again for the first time in way too long - I’m so sorry my wonderful followers T-T I love each and every one of you

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“The Pureblood Pretense” by murkybluematter

“Has one of my father’s pranks turned your brains to porridge? You can’t just say things like that in the open, Harry. Don’t you know what your mum would do to us if she heard?”

“Now?”

“Okay, now. Pleasepleaseplease tell me you weren’t joking.”

“I wasn’t. I convinced mum and dad that I want to attend the American Institute of Magic.”

“I can’t believe it. It’s happening. I’m really going to be a Healer. Harry, I-- I don’t know how I’ll ever thank you.”

“You’re helping me just as much, remember? Without you taking my place at AIM, I couldn’t take yours at Hogwarts.”

In a world inspired by “Alanna the Lioness,” Harry conspires with her honorary cousin, Archie Black, to switch places under their parents’ noses so that Archie can pursue the Healing Arts in the U.S. while Harry studies Potions under the tutelage of her idol, Severus Snape, at the pureblood-only Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. What begins as an elaborate ruse quickly becomes increasingly complicated as the other first-year purebloods are drawn to the elusive Black Heir, and Harriett discovers masquerading as her male cousin isn’t as easy as planned, especially when writing letters to her ‘Dad.’

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“This is Not What I Had Planned” by eukaryote

“There will be people who disagree with us, Albus.”

“I know.”

“There will be people who are willing to fight against us. It’s inevitable.”

“Yes.”

“Then you must realize that there might be some bloodshed. No revolution is achieved without some sacrifice. But you and I will be unstoppable. There will be those who will fight us to the death, but I think once they see how powerful we are and how perfect our objective is, there will be little conflict. But you need to admit there will be those who will not accept our revolution quietly. These people need to be silenced.”

“I know, Gellert.”

“You’re prepared to use force as necessary?”

“I am.”

Explore snapshots and episodes from the life and times of Albus Dumbledore, in as canon-compliant of a journey as possible through the work of this author. This fanfic humanizes Dumbledore in a way few others before it have been able to, or have even wanted to, achieve. (Definitely refreshing if you’re tired of Dumbledore-bashing). Visit Albus during innocent and amusing times as a student at Hogwarts, as a tormented and self-incriminating manipulator of Harry Potter, or as the lover and vanquisher of Gellert Grindlewald. 

(Chapters are labeled so you can follow or skip specific character relationships or eras as desired. Author quotes and/or cites relevant source material at the beginning or end of each chapter).

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“Against my Nature” by Araceil

“May I at least know why you’re so opposed to going back?”

“You’re a smart cookie, Curly. Think. A Parselmouth, Gryffindor or not, working in the Ministry’s Auror Department with the current hysteria. Do you really think I can go back? I am steering clear of England and Europe until this Grindelwald mess is sorted.”

“You can travel with me then. It occurs to me, I haven’t yet introduced myself. Newton Scamander, call me Newt.”

“Look, Newt, this is a messed up situation but seriously, it’s my fault. Don’t worry about it. ...Wait, Newt? Newt Scamander? ...I’m so dead.”

As an Auror, Harry gets into a lot of trouble very often. That usually does NOT include waking up with head trauma in 1925, however. To protect the timeline and avoid anything and everything to do with the current Dark Lord, Harry ups and leaves Great Britain altogether while he figures out a way to get back home. Of course with Harry’s luck, he just so happens to cross paths with a significant British wizard in the middle of the wilds of Africa. 

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“Consuming Shadows” by Child_OTKW

“Wait, so you do not actually join his ranks until you graduate?”

“Only if you want to, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not a cult, Hadrian. There is some choice in the matter. Only those that wish to serve the Dark Lord take the mark, and only once they are old enough to fully understand the implications of their decisions. Think Hadrian, what possible use would he have for a bunch of children fighting for him? It is like becoming the elite fighting force of Britain, you have the option to choose a different path if you want.”

“So... you won’t be taking the mark once you graduate?”

Lily survives Halloween night and escapes to the Continent with Harry, her trust in the Order broken with the fall of the Fidelius Charm and the death of her husband. She raises Harry in France, hiding in plain sight and preparing her son for his future using every means available to her. The reinstatement of the Tri-Wizard Tournament throws a wrench in their plans, however, as Harry joins the Beauxbatons contingent at Hogwarts and is an undisputed favorite for Champion. Can Harry continue to maintain his cover with Voldemort directly presiding over the tournament? And will his resolve to destroy everything the Dark Lord has built stay strong when he comes face to face with life in the new regime?

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“Straightaway Dangerous” by zeitgeistic

“What are you doing? You’re not even half-done stirring yet.”

“I know, Malfoy, it’s just so hot in here. I can barely breathe, for Merlin’s sake.”

“It’s 18 degrees.”

“I know!”

“Are you--?”

“Yes! I’m in heat, Malfoy. Yes. You’re so clever! I must be the only female werewolf in the whole bloody world who ovulates at the full moon and menstruates at the new moon. It's not fair! Other witches only have one crap week a month; I get two.”

“You could take a potion for that.”

During the Final Battle, Fenrir Greyback goes on a rampage that results in a large influx of new werewolves by the end of the war. With the werewolf population no longer being an easily ignored minority, especially with Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy joining that number, the Wizarding World is in for a sociopolitical overhaul. As Hermione and Draco are also partners for the Unspeakables, the world may not even see them coming. 

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