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Jily as Anastasia and Dimitri
narcissa is possibly the most competent person to ever hold the name malfoy
That’s cause she married in, Narcissa is competent because she was a fucking Black.
Bellatrix? Queen of torture death and chaos, fucked up but she was very good at it.
Andromeda? Broke thousands of years of tradition to cut ties with her toxic family so she could love who she wanted not to mention effectively love and raise Nymphadora, the hufflepuff prankster we all love.
Regulus? First to get at through Voldemort’s defenses and find one of his horcruxes. Then left a fucking note. Petty and iconic.
Sirius? Became an animagus, a very difficult and dangerous thing to do, at a very young age and helped create The Marauder’s Map, an indispensable and nearly unheard of magical item, while still underaged just because he really liked his friends. Nevermind all the shit he got up to after.
The Black family don’t play and Narcissa 100% like that because she was a Black. The Malfoys couldn’t find that much BDE with both hands down their pants and a fucking map
#Don’t fuck with the Black family okay?#Even Walburga was fierce enough to enchant that painting that won’t shut up#Nobody in the black family was chill okay?#They came hard and took no shit
Every time you reblog this jk.rowling steps on a lego
*immediately reblogs*
official anti terf post
ended up coloring lily and her macaw from this post
au in which james is an elementary school science teacher who takes his class on a field trip to a wildlife sanctuary and wow holy shit the volunteer with the red hair & beautiful green eyes who's teaching the kids all about the wildlife and their conservation methods is the prettiest woman he's ever seen and now he's panicking
it has been stuck in my brain so i drew it
cannot stop drawing this jily 101 dalmatians au…. they both look so good in 50s fashion
Lily, Harry and James!
Lily, Harry and James!
Rumor Has It (You’re Married)
Read on A03
“Can we get three types of cake for tea?” James Potter asked his girlfriend eagerly as they examined rows of iced sponges.
“Yes,” Lily Evans said without hesitation.
“I thought you might think it was overkill.” James’ brows disappeared momentarily into his hairline, “but you’re serious?”
“As long as you don’t expect me to share.” Lily countered.
“Of course I don’t.” James counted off with his fingers. “There is one for you, one for me, and one for the rest of your family to share.”
“You really do get me.” Lily patted her boyfriend’s shoulder to commend his great thinking. “You know I don’t want to share my cake.”
“I’ve been trying to share Honeydukes fudge with you since we were fifteen,” James said, “I know better now to just give you your own, even when you say you don’t want any.”
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“Dear Padfoot,
Thank you, thank you, for Harry’s birthday present! It was his favourite by far.”
Time is what you make of it: Time Turner to Marauders Era
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3ur4ouz
by Dumbassravenclaw
Hermione gets sent to the past on her twentieth birthday by a un-named death eater who wanted one last laugh. In the past Hermione gets forced to become James Potters sister and has to relive Hogwarts as Hera Potter.
In this fic, Peter sacrificed himself so James and Lily are alive and so is Sirius.
Inspired by: Debt of Time by ShayaLonnie so if you haven’t read that you should it is amazing!
Words: 1551, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: Multi
Characters: James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black, Hermione Granger, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Ginny Weasley
Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger/Remus Lupin, Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley
Additional Tags: Sirius Black Lives, What-If, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Alternate Universe
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3ur4ouz
Don't Worry - prompt training tuesday 3/23
“I’m gonna give ‘em hell for what they did to you.”
this exactly 1000-word piece is for @authorpetalstosarah's prompt training tuesday!
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Don't Worry
“I’m gonna give ‘em hell for what they did to you,” Sirius seethed, wrapping another bandage around Lily's thigh.
It was Thursday, in the dark of the night, and Lily had apparated to Sirius's apartment, bleeding and bruised.
Two weeks ago, James had been sent on an Order mission by Dumbledore. Three days ago, Lily had left on a different mission. She'd told Sirius that she couldn't stand not knowing if James was okay or not, so she'd volunteered herself for a dangerous stakeout, leaving a four-month-old baby Harry with Sirius and Remus. Sirius had yelled at her for that, ("you two can't leave your baby with me and go off on suicide missions!") but he took Harry in like he always would.
Lily was lying on the couch in Sirius and Remus's living room, bloodied and battered. There were three long, deep cuts on her legs and stomach.
Sirius finished wrapping the bandage and stood, walking over to the kitchen to fill a glass of water and hand it to Lily.
She tried to sit up, but Sirius immediately pushed her back down.
"Don't you dare sit up, Evans! After I bandaged your wounds!"
Lily smiled at him weakly. "It's Potter now, Sirius."
Sirius growled. "Shut the fuck up."
"Don't worry. I'm alright, Sirius," Lily said gently, "And James will be too."
He didn't say anything to that.
"We're just doing what we have to if we want to win this war." Lily took his hand in hers, squeezing it lightly. "You know that."
Sirius yanked his hand from hers. "I know! And I'm here in this apartment, bloody crippled, taking care of a baby while my best mate and his wife and my boyfriend are all out there risking their lives. I don't know if this is the last time I'll see any of you, and I'm stuck here babysitting!"
He yelled the last few words, his temper getting the better of him, but quickly lowered his voice when he remembered that Harry was sleeping fitfully upstairs.
"Sorry, but I can't fucking not worry when the people I love the most could die any minute," he spat, pacing the living room.
Lily pulled him toward her, forcing him to sit at the edge of the couch, tense and stiff.
"I'm going to give you a hug, and I'm probably going to regret it after doing it, but I'll try not to open any wounds, okay?" Lily murmured, already pulling him into a hug, hissing against his shoulder.
Sirius's lips twitched without his permission. He was still mad, he reminded himself.
As if she could read his mind, Lily let go of him and looked him in the eye seriously. "It's not your fault, Sirius. And it's not forever, either. Not just the injury, but also the war. Soon, we'll defeat You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters, and we'll be living a happy, normal life where our biggest concerns will be changing Harry's diapers and our jobs."
Sirius cracked a weak smile. "Yeah. Yeah, imagine that. Just being Harry's godfather and enrolling in the Auror Academy and taking Remus out on dates. Fuck, I want that."
He sank back onto the couch, patting Lily's leg absently when she dropped her head on his shoulder.
"Until then," Lily said quietly, "all we can do is be there for each other and never give up hope. It's not easy - Merlin, it's really hard - but we made this choice, you know? You, Peter, and James never had to do this, and Remus and I could have hidden in the Muggle world and kept a low profile, but we all chose to fight because that's who we are. We're Gryffindors, and we chose to be brave."
Sirius grinned. "Hell yeah, we did."
Lily chuckled, and Sirius smoothed down her red hair. She looked tired and haggard and ten years older than she was, but she's still his radiant, brilliant sister.
"I miss them," Lily whispered, and Sirius immediately knew who she's talking about. Marlene, Mary, and Dorcas.
"I miss them too," Sirius said with a lump in his throat, remembering Marlene's witty remarks and Dorcas's loud laugh and Mary's affectionate smile.
Dorcas was killed first, by Voldemort himself, for being a Slytherin blood traitor and an extraordinary duelist.
And then Marlene and all of the McKinnons, for daring to defy him. Marlene had already been a shell of who she had once been after Dorcas died, and then even that pitiful life was ripped away from her.
When Marlene died, Mary decided that it was time to go into hiding. So she left, disguising herself as a Muggle, and didn't tell any of them where she had gone.
Sirius couldn't blame her for being scared. He would never know how it was to be a muggle-born.
"This war..." Sirius trailed away. He cleared his throat gruffly. "The next time I see my bloody cousin Bellatrix, I'm going to kill her."
Lily squeezed his hand. "I know. And we'll be right with you to keep you from crushing her skull to pieces."
Sirius grinned at the woman next to him. "You know me too well, Evans."
"It's Potter now," Lily said with a matching grin.
Sirius threw his head back and barked out a laugh. It wasn't good enough, and he wasn't going to pretend that everything was magical and perfect, but for now, it was all he had, and that was okay.
He was okay.
"Come on, I'm done talking about the war and shit," Sirius said, standing up and stretching. "How's about let's get drunk and cry about our feelings, hmm?"
Lily smiled at him, and Sirius knew that she could tell what he was thinking. "I'm a married woman and a mother now, Sirius. Drinking doesn't become of me."
Sirius groaned. "Cut the shit, Evans- Potter, fine. We both know you get piss drunk at least once a week."
Lily smirked. "Fine, Black. Merlin knows I could use a drink."
I LOVED THIS!!! I love war era fics so much for the angst but also fluff and friendship!! You did this so well! Thank you for participating in prompt tuesday!!
Sirius finds out Lily is pregnant
Lily Evans Potter and Sirius Black dueled together beautifully, perhaps even better than either ever had duelled with James. James and Sirius may have been able to communicate without words and never fell out of step with each other, going on attack together or combining their power for their defenses, they strengthened each other, making them a formidable force for any group that had the misfortune of crossing them. Together the boys were power and force. Lily and James communicated in that way only a true couple can, with instinct and very few words. James spent entire duels protecting Lily, casting shield charm after shield charm and allowing her to work her own magic. There was no denying the allure and strength of the couple.
Lily and Sirius though, their duels were artwork and mastery, invoking terror and awe in equal measure. Outside of the classroom, neither were afraid to use spells that may have fallen outside of the realm of spells that were considered purely ‘light’. They knew that there was a line that couldn’t be crossed but they also knew that by limiting the spells in their own arsenal they were handing the advantage, and possibly their lives, to their enemies. So the two worked in tandem, one protecting them both and the other attacking their opponents, sometimes chaining their spells together. They worked as two arms of the same body, seamlessly alternating between firing off hex, jinxes, and curses and defending the others six.
They had an impressive record together and it was rare that either was ever hit in a real battle. So when, as soon as the Death Eaters had disapparated, Lily had promptly puked all over Sirius’ boots he was immediately concerned for both his shoes and Lily.
“Lily, what happened? Did you get hit? How did I miss one? I never saw a spell coming? Oh James is going to kill me.” Sirius had his wand out, looking around for Lily’s attacker.
“Siri, calm down, no one hit me.” Lily vanished the vomit with a flick of her wand and conjured a glass of water.
“But you puked! You aren’t getting sick are you? Because James will still kill me if I let you get sick on my watch.” Sirius panicked.
“No I’m not sick. And James can’t kill you for something that is his own fault. And trust me this is entirely his bloody fault.” Lily muttered.
“James isn’t sick though, I saw him yesterday he would have mentioned it if he was puking recently.” The panic in Sirius’ chest was rising.
“Siri, I am not sick. I’m pregnant.”
“You’re WHAT?!”
“Pregnant. With child. Bun in the oven. Human incubator. About to bring life into this world. Eating for two.”
“You and Prongs are having a baby. We’re having a baby!” Sirius’ face looked like it was about to split in half with how wide his smile was as he picked Lily up and spun her around. “Does Prongs know about the prongslet yet?”
“No.” Lily laughed as Sirius set her down. “I just found out myself a couple days ago, you’re the only one who knows.”
Sirius beamed down at her before worry flashed across his face. “Oh god, you’re pregnant. Red, you shouldn’t be fighting in your condition. You need to be at home, resting.”
“We? I didn’t realize I was having your child as well as James’. And I have some months yet before I have to stop working. It’s not like I intended to end up in a battle Black.”
“Oh please Lily, that is as close to a child as I’ll ever have. You have to make sure that it’s protected.”
“I will not let you bubble wrap me Black.” With the nausea subsiding Lily leveled her best Minerva impression on him. “This is a war, I will not be sidelined. I’m not about to sit around knitting while you all fight for my own cause! I’m not going to bring your godchild into this world without trying to make it better.”
“Wait. My……godchild?” Sirius’ eyes sparkled, hope lighting up his face for the first time in months.“ Lil, are you sure? Have you talked to Prongs about that?”
“Yes you doofus. Who else is going to love this child as much as me? There was never any other choice Siri.” She smiled and pulled him in for a hug.
I've wanted to draw this for a long time and I finally got round to it. Remus is cannonically terrible with potions and I love James Acaster as a FC for him so, it made sense. Based off that one celebrity bake off episode.
Insp
James: I heard your dad was in St Mungo's what happened?
Sirius: oh he heard about me and Remus and challenged him to a duel
James: Remus did that?!
Sirius: oh no of course not. I tripped my dad in the stairs and he broke his leg
Indian Harry Potter headcanons that could kinda fit into canon:
Little Harry wonders why his skin is so much darker than his relatives
He asked Aunt Petunia once and she pursed her lips and said “don’t ask questions”
He’s told to walk behind Aunt Petunia when she makes Harry hold all the groceries
At age 8, Harry is told his skin is so mich darker because he’s “dirty”
He showers till his skin is red and raw but he’s still as dark as chestnut when he comes out
There is only one other boy with the same skintone as Harry in his grade
His name is Arjun and he doesn’t have many friends
One time he came to Harry and offered to share his food - a round bread-like substance and potato that tasted a lot better than Aunt Petunia’s
Arjun’s face visibly dimmed in disappointment when Harry had no idea what the food was or how to eat it
He doesn’t talk to Harry much after that but sends him a smile every time their eyes meet
Dudley and his gang beat up Harry for being poor, an orphan and dark but they bully Arjun for his yellow fingernails and because “he smells of curry”
At age 10, Harry knows his mother’s name was Lily but not his father’s
At age 11, a giant with the kindest eyes Harry’s ever seen hands him an acceptance letter to Hogwarts and says “James and Lily would be proud” and Harry’s heart soars
Harry’s first friend has skin as white as snow but he’s loyal and kind and funny and his favorite person in the universe
Harry’s second friend has skin darker than his and Harry’s eyes light up at the knowledge that he’s not alone here in this world
Hermione Granger is fierce and unapologetically black, with cornrows braided into her hair and a glare sharp as knives. There’s nothing in this world Harry wouldn’t do for her
During November of his first year, kind and pretty Parvati Patil says “Happy Diwali” to him with a beaming smile
In the fraction of a second where Harry looks lost, Parvati’s face falls
Harry’s stomach clenches and he’s reminded visibly of Arjun so he says “thank you Parvati, you too”
Parvati’s smile is tumultuous but there
The tightness in Harry’s stomach doesn’t vanish though
Christmas Break arrives and Harry finds himself lost in the Mirror of Erised - he sees his father, darker than him but strong and proud and confident with mischievous eyes and a loving smile, his hand ruffling mirror Harry’s hair affectionately
He sees his mother, pale like Aunt Petunia but oh so vibrant with her piercing eyes, warm smile and protective embrace around the Harry in the mirror
He sees his grandparents - rows and rows of people who look just like him
He wishes more than anything that he could trade places with the boy in the mirror
At the end of his first year, a sobbing Rubeus Hagrid hands him his most treasured possession
Harry flips through the pages of the album, his heart in his throat
He sees his father in a black tux, handsome and cheeky, with his lopsided glasses and tears in his eyes as he looks at Lily Evans-soon-to-be-Potter
He sees his mother, red hair braided back with flowers and a white, trailing dress that seemed to sparkle even in the picture - or maybe that was Lily herself, radiant with joy
His eyes widen as he sees their second wedding: Lily in a red blouse and skirt, embellished with mirrors and silver stones, henna decorating her hands and long silver earrings dangling from her ears
James Potter is dressed in red and gold: a long, red top that looks just as grand - but less shiny - than Lily’s and flowing golden pants
They both sit peacefully in front of the flickering fire
He watches them place thick garlands of white flowers around each other’s necks and cries
The last picture features baby Harry. Lily and James are once again dressed in ethnic wear, wearing blue this time, a baby Harry in a Snitch-covered onesie clasped between them. All three of them hold onto a lit sparkler and baby Harry laughs as they trace patterns in the air
Summer before second year, Ron rescues Harry from the Dursleys and brings him to his house
After that however Ron is more observant, more protective
When Parvati and Padma wish him Happy Diwali in second year, Harry stutters over the word and flushes with embarrassment but the twins smile at him kindly
On the other hand, Ron’s jaw drops and a sinking realization occurs
Leaving behind an oblivious Harry he runs to find Hermione and they both head to the library
Harry doesn’t know what the conversation entailed until the summer before his third year and instead of being expelled for blowing up his aunt, he’s met by a relieved Minister of Magic
Before he leaves for Hogwarts, in addition to learning about mass murderer Sirius Black who murdered 13 people with a single curse, Harry finally learns his heritage
Arthur Weasley waves his wand and a golden 3D projection of the world balloons in front of Harry and it spins and comes to a stop in front of him
Arthur Weasley gently says “that’s India, Harry. That’s where you’re from, where James was from, where your family lived before they immigrated to Britain in the 18th century”
India feels like home
He meets Ron and Hermione on the train and before the Dementors come he tells them that he’s gonna spend the year researching India and their magical community
Ron and Hermione beam back
Hermione immediately pulls out a book and shows it shyly to Harry. The table of contents lists interesting topics that Ron and Hermione had brainstormed last year that they thought Harry would be interested in
Ron says “we didn’t start the research of course this is all your history. But, well, we’d like to help”
Kind, loyal Ron who hates the library offering to help him and studious, goal-driven Hermione offering to give up her own studying time for him makes him almost well up
He’d die for these two, Harry thinks with certainty
Thrice a week they meet in the library for a few hours to research India
Hermione is in despair when she realizes the library’s works on India were mostly all written by white people
She teaches Harry and Ron how to spot implicit biases and how to recognize the white savior complex and to avoid those books like the plague
“They’ll never tell you anything accurate when they think white is the golden standard” Hermione says derisively
When Ron and Hermione fight over their pets, Harry heads to the library alone feeling empty
5 minutes later Ron appears panting and Harry lights up
They both work in silence for a couple of minutes, looking up at the library door hopefully
10 minutes later, Hermione barrels in and says nothing to Ron and nods at Harry and starts explaining her research
With Ron on his right and Hermione on his left, Harry feels invincible
Then Sirius Black turns out to be his godfather and innocent and the world tilts on its axis
Bolstered by Ron and Hermione’s urging, Harry sends Sirius a letter, asking if he knew anything about the Potters’ Indian traditions
The reply takes a while
Long enough that Harry regrets sending it all
But when Hedwig returns with a letter 6 pages thick, he understands
Sirius’s letter reads: “God, Harry, how I wish James were around to tell you this himself. He loved his family and he loved his culture and he was so excited to share it with everyone he could - me, Remus, Lily and you. I’m not Indian but your grandparents took me in when I was young and shared their culture with me so I’ll do my damn best to educate and help you learn about your culture too. James was from South India and if you’ve done any research you’ll know that south and north India are vastly different. Even the South Indian states are vastly different. James’s favorite holiday was Holi, a festival of color and laughter and it was perfect for your dad but his second favorite was Diwali, the festival of the triumph of the Hindu God Rama over evil. It was a time for family, for food and for light -”
Harry folds the letter and tucks it into the album Hagrid gave him in first year
He looks back at the picture with him and his parents and the sparkler and says “happy Diwali, mom, dad”
Fourth year rolls around and after a summer interrupted by Death Eaters and Voldemort’s mark, Harry returns to Hogwarts and almost wishes he hadn’t
Hermione is steadfast at his side and he loves her for it but Ron’s absence numbs him
When Draco Malfoy says “we wouldn’t want a colored champion anyway” Harry feels like lead
However, a multitude of spells are shouted in unison and a furious Hermione, Dean Thomas, Padma and Parvati Patil give Malfoy painful boils and elongated teeth
“You’re pathetic Malfoy” Hermione growls, white teeth flashing on her dark face. “You talk about people of color as if they were beneath you but we’ve got more magic in our pinky than you have in your whole body”
When Parvati and Padma wish him a happy Diwali, Harry joyfully and confidentially returns the greeting and the twins beam, pleased
Ron joins him again and Harry feels complete
Hermione mutters “white boys” only for Harry to hear but her tone is fond and Harry chokes with laughter as Ron hugs them both
When Ron and Harry walk the disgruntled Patil twins back to their Common Rooms after the disastrous Yule Ball, Harry stops and asks them about India
Parvati and Padma frogmarch him to an empty classroom, leaving Ron to run behind them
Parvati looks ashamed as she says “we thought at first you didn’t want anything to do with your culture, not that you didn’t know”
Padma wiggles her wand and a black and white projection of India twists into shape
She explains about the colonization of India by Muggle Britain, how the Indian magical community in Britian had been forbidden from helping but she knew that the Potters and the Patils had both gone back to India to help the Muggle Indians, how India received Independence in 1947 and the Partition between the Hindu-dominated and the Muslim-dominated states that same year
Parvati takes over and explains more cultural events: the democratic parties of India, the different food and festivals and religions and languages, the different spiritual based magical system through chakras and physical movements
Something changes after that: the twins are staunchly on his side, hexing Malfoy and his goons when they pick on him and joining Ron and Hermione in the library when they can for their research on India
He goes to the kitchens to meet Dobby and asks for Indian food
Dobby gets so excited he immediately sets to work and Harry’s mouth waters as he tries the parathas and the sambars and pav bhaji
He brings Ron and Hermione next time and laughs out of sheer happiness as they all eat fried rice and raita together
Hermione grows closer to her roommates and Lavender giggles and says “we’re a dorm full of women of color, there’s nothing we can’t do”
Sometime between the second and third tasks, Hermione finds herself staying up late with her roommates and talking and laughing and allowing Lavender to do her hair
Lavender explains about her family: she’s biracial and while she doesn’t white pass, she did not inherit her dad’s black hair and she’s much lighter than most black people and much darker than most white people
Hermione’s heart aches for her and she says “you’re perfect, Lavender”
Harry then returns from the Third Task with the dead body of Cedric Diggory and news of Voldemort’s return
It is July 31st, the summer before Harry’s 5th year and he’s just finished opening his friends’ presents when a majestic owl swoops through the window and deposits a very heavy brown package on his bed
It’s from the Patils and Harry gapes as he pulls out two salwar kameez, one in red and gold and one in black. The twins have also included copies of old family recipes and a boxful of ingredients like daals and spices that he can’t find in the local grocery stores
He’s had no contact with the wizarding world for a while and no news about Voldemort so he sets to work learning more about his heritage
The Dursleys leave him alone at home for most of summer so Harry takes odd jobs around the neighborhood to pay for groceries
The kindly manager of Little Whinging’s grocery store comps his bill each time, despite Harry’s protests so he dumps half the money in the tip jar
He’s never worked with these spices or some of the vegetables before so Harry sets to work and after multiple failed attempts finally manages to make round rotis
He’s eating his roti and subzi by hand once, feeling closer to his dad than ever before, when Aunt Petunia returns
An unidentifiable look crosses her features as she sees what Harry is eating but she doesn’t say anything to him or to Vernon and Harry makes sure never to get caught again
He’s at Grimmauld Place and Sirius and Molly refuse to get along
Ron and Hermione brainstorm and come up with a solution: they drag Sirius, Molly, Remus and Harry down to the Grimmauld Kitchens and tell them they’ll all be learning how to cook Indian food
Both Sirius and Molly light up and Remus smiles as he sees some of the spark return to Sirius’s eyes as he shares stories of mealtimes with the Potters and the dishes he’d learnt from Mrs Potter
“You know” Sirius says “your mother was so determined to learn how to cook Indian food she stayed over at the Potters in December of 7th year after she and James started dating. Never spent a day with James and spent all the time learning how to cook with your grandma”
Remus adds: “I remember James was worried about Lily not being able to handle the spice but she loved Indian food, took to it like a champ”
Ron takes to cooking like an old hand, pleasing Molly immensely, while Hermione gets increasingly frustrated with the instructions to “feel the amount of spices”
The day Harry gets acquitted, the 5 of them - Ron, Hermione, Molly, Remus and Sirius - successfully make Harry’s favorite pav bhaji as a celebratory treat
The next three years are hard
It is no surpise when Umbridge’s targets are muggleborns and especially colored muggleborns and Dumbledore supporters
Hermione is told “not to wear her hair like that” so she shaves it all off and in solidarity, Harry, Ron and the other colored students of Hogwarts and white allies do too and they protest loudly and persistently
When McGonagall finds out, she is furious
No one knows what happened between the two women but Umbridge removes the Educational Decree the very next day
Hermione finds a spell to restore everyone’s hair but decides she likes her buzzcut and tries not to look too pleased when Ron gapes and whispers “you look so hot”
Neville tells Harry about his parents and Harry confesses to Neville that he’s worried that he’ll never understand his parents because he’ll never understand his culture
Neville wraps him in a hug and says “you’re learning about your culture and they’d be so proud of you”
And Harry hugs back and says “and Alice and Frank Longbottom couldn’t have dreamed of a braver, more powerful son”
Neville doesn’t quite believe him but Harry is certain - Neville is one of the bravest people he’s ever met
The DA and their high is short lived and soon Sirius Black is dead and Harry hears the prophecy: “neither can live while the other survives”
In sixth year, much to Hermione’s chagrin, Ron starts dating Lavender
Hermione is furious but Lavender had been a friend, had been kind to her and Hermione would never strike a fellow woman of color over a white boy, no matter how much she liked him, so she swallows her anger and sheaths her wand. No flying birds attack today
Harry falls for Ginny - fierce firecracker Ginny Weasley who’s had his back since he first rescued her from Tom Riddle - and dreads Ron’s reaction
Ron isn’t happy but he loves his sister and his best friend and tell Harry that if he hurts her there will be trouble
Later Harry finds out that Ron also made the same threat to Ginny - that Ron would not be happy if Ginny did anything to break Harry’s heart
Ginny had nodded solemnly and given her brother a proud look before crushing him in a fierce hug
Harry shares his culture with Ginny - everything he knows about it and takes her down to the kitchen and makes her try every single dish he can think of
Ginny laughs and says she’s going to get fat but obligingly eats everything just for the delighted look on Harry’s face
Dumbledore dies, Harry and Ginny break up and the war officially begins
Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr is dead - but so are Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Fred Weasley, Colin Creevey and so many more that Harry couldn’t save
The years after the war is slow healing: Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron move into a small flat together in central Diagon Alley and they heal together
Hermione shows them muggle London and her own traditions and Harry cooks Indian food twice a week for his friends
Ron cooks every other day and Ginny somehow cons the owner of a new cupcake store into getting free cupcakes all the time and they sometimes cry together but also they heal together
Harry starts learning his mother-tongue
Two years after the end of the war, the four of them receive an invitation from the Patils
The Patils take them to India - they’re going to meet the Patil family but they’re also going to explore south India - specifcally the state where Harry is from - and Harry is so excited he can’t sit still
They Portkey to India and Harry’s eyes widen as he takes in the explosion of color, of unfamiliar sounds, of familiar sounds in an unfamiliar tongue, of smells, of the beautiful, vivid sights he’d only read about
He closes his eyes, breathes in deeply and thinks: home
@ronweasleystan I think this is something you’d like
Meet Miss Lily Evans, Private Investigator and the Doctor James Potter
To illustrate the fantastic fic ''A Little Risk'' by my friend @blitheringmcgonagall