You're head cannons are amazing
Thank you! I haven't added any in awhile, I'm glad people are still enjoying them

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You're head cannons are amazing
Thank you! I haven't added any in awhile, I'm glad people are still enjoying them
I haven't posted on here in forever, but I'll revive with a new HC
Lily grew closer to Remus when she still disliked James. They liked the same classes and sense of humor and they became very close friends. Eventually Lily started getting a crush on him, and she decided to tell him. He replied with a long amount of very awkward silence, and then something along the lines of (but more eloquent) "I am so very gay- but you know who isn't?" And they stayed friends with no hard feelings, Lily becoming his confidante, and they spent their time alone together with Remus trying to point out all James' good traits and Lily trying to get him to ask out Sirius.
Once a week in the summer, both Weasleys and Potters got together and stayed at each other’s houses. Harry and Hermione both kept up with the muggle world, and so Harry was insanely excited when Hermione bought their family a computer. The first thing they did was watch YouTube videos with the kids. The second, was stumble onto fanfiction. Fortunately, the kids had already gone to bed.
Sorry for the lack of activity, guys! >_< I keep collecting followers and I have nothing new to show them :x
Maybe when I'm done with my homework I can write some more for you guys :) Leave a request in my Ask box if you want one!
Hi, so these aren't real, right? The one about the Whomping Willow. Do you just right these things, or where they in the book?
No, they aren't real (unfortuantely). Head cannons are like short fanfictions or fake facts you think would be interesting. I write them all, though I write some by other people's suggestions or request.
Thought of this last night
There was a reason Sirius wanted to be called "Snuffles". It wasn't a name that would help conversations seem normal, it wasn't a particularly interesting one, either. The reason he had was purely romantic. Nobody else knew that it was what Remus had called him back when being alone together meant so much more. Their school days were gone and the love they shared was treated by them as if it had never existed, but when he heard that name, he could remember that it was real.
This is the first HC I'm writing specifically for this blog :D
Tom Riddle actually needed glasses very badly. Unfortunately, the orphanage couldn't spend money to buy him any, and only when he arrived at Hogwarts was he given a pair. He was astounded by the difference they made, but a few years after discarded them after he decided they didn't work in his favor with his appearance. He stopped being so vain after he gathered his followers and lost most of his human qualities, but by then he had neither a nose or proper ears. Again, he could not wear his desperately needed glasses.
The struggle of living with all the pain and annoyance of not being able to see correctly made him harbor a lot of hate for those who didn't have the problem. That hate spread to just about everyone.
Harry needed glasses because the piece of Voldemort's soul in him made his eye sight weak. He never felt any pain that Voldemort had felt because of the lack of them, and never had any reason to hate them or anyone else. He even kept them, without lenses, after they became unnecessary and after he found this out, both because they were so familiar to him, and because they were a reminder that even something small could change something big.
Practically the whole female population in Hogwarts either liked Fred or George. Fred, though, was only interested in Harry. George, on the other hand, flirted with all the girls, not looking at any of the as serious prospects. They wanted him, but he didn't return the feeling. When questioned about it, he simply said that he wasn't interested in any girls in Hogwarts. What he really meant was, the only one girl he was interested in, couldn't be interested in him. He watched Alicia every day, but he fear kept him from revealing his heart to her.
"Awkward" was an easy way to describe the Black House during school. With the kids gone, it was simply Sirius, Remus, Mad-Eye and Tonks. Mad-Eye was known to busy himself with security and then disappear. The other three, though, ended up together a lot. Tonks could never explain why the men acted so odd together, so hesitant, like they were avoiding any real interaction with each other. The tension was getting to her, as was Remus' annoying response of "I have no idea what you're talking about" when questioned. She told them she was going home- and she really meant to. How she ended up hiding in Sirius' wardrobe, she claimed she didn't know. What she saw, though, more than answered her questions.
There was a hole in all the Marauders at some point of another. Peter filled his with friends, which he had never had, though they didn't satisfy him for long. James filled his with Lily, and Sirius filled his with James. Remus, though, didn't find such an easy fix. His friends made his life bearable, but he still wanted for more- though he couldn't for the life of him figure out what. Then one early morning he awoke from his wolf form in the place that was his prison. His friends had left him with his wish of being alone, and he was just that, watching the strange colors dance around the sky. Then he heard him. The voice that sounded like leaves rustling and wind blowing, soft and warm and hesitant, so perfect and so whispered that he thought he must have imagined it. But time there showed that it was no fantasy. The tree was talking to him, sharing with him what he knew of their strange world, promising him the stars, and being assured that he wasn't truly hated. They thought the same, and argued shared views that made the other think. They spoke as equals. It wasn't long until feelings arose. Tree or not, his love and his mind were human enough, and his heart, though made of wood and pumping sap instead of blood, was more real and truer than much he knew. He was nervous, he was shy, he was downright terrified, but he had no reason. Whompy felt the same, and admitted it before his words were even out. And from then on they were together exactly how they wanted to be, secrecy a small price to pay. They had started something new. They had started something perfect.
Hermione's Time Turner was used to do many things. Learn, study, fix arguments between the trio, and take free time for herself. But the most important thing, was the one that she kept secret. Some nights she would sneak down to the common room with the time turner and turn it with shaking hands, heart speeding with every turn. Then she would be in the time she wished she could call her own, and she would run up those painfully familiar stairs and make her way to a bed who's location she no longer even had to think about. She'd wake him up with a squeeze of the hand or, when the time had been too long for her, a gentle kiss. Sirius would smile at the girl of mystery he knew too well, and they would go to lay in the now dew filled grass, she in his arms, and they'd spend that one blissful night together. After she'd return to her own place, and try to focus again on studies and exams, and try to convince herself that it was too risky to go more often. She'd throw herself into anything if it lessened the ache of Sirius' absence.
The days were cold and the nights burned. No matter the weather, no matter the day, that's how it felt. The wandering, the secrets, they froze in Draco's lungs, prickled his heart like a reminder, and forced his lips together. Secrets were secrets for a reason. They were meant to be kept, held close like treasures, never shared. But that was hard. Almost too hard. It was the nights that saved him, those scorching nights. That was when the secret became nothing but a truth. The frost of the days that enclosed him didn't seem so harsh when he had the only person that mattered with him. He could be free, he could be him. And every night when they were cuddled close, wishing they could stay forever, he whispered his secret into Neville's ear. "I love you."
Hermione was always especially worried about Sirius. She tried not to let it show too much, but everytime that he appeared she couldn't help but dote on him. Even worse, she couldn't stop herself from trying to impress him. She wanted more than anything to be like one of the girls he had been with in school.
There were three unspoken rules for the Marauders. No one but James can flirt with Lily; Nobody talks about the furry little problem in public; Never- NEVER touch Remus' wand. The only times Remus ever snapped was when somebody messed with his wand in any way. Nobody really knew why he reacted so strongly. Wands were important and special, but he was just a little too intense about his own. The reason was a secret that he kept to his dying day, and after. That wand was special. He cared about that wand more than practically anything because of where it had come from. It was the only wand The Whomping Willow ever allowed to be made from it. It was never just a wand, it was a promise, a beautiful vision of love.
She loved the way he smiled and the way he moved. She loved his brains and laughter and how perfectly he managed to mix them. She loved his eyes and his voice and how he talked to her like she was perfect. But most of all, she loved his hair, firey bright, always just too long for Mrs. Wealsey to be happy. It was his hair that danced behind her eye lids like flames. It was that hair that made her forget that she was with the wrong Weasley brother. The living Weasley brother.
Harry married Ginny only to fit into conformities. It was about 5 years into their marriage when he ran into Draco Malfoy again, and 6 before things started to change. He knew it was wrong, knew he should go back to his family, but he couldn't give him up. Draco, what they had, it was the one pure and unspoiled thing that he had in his life.
Going back was no longer an option. All he really wanted was to be able to tell the world. But he kept quiet for the sake of his children. He knew that if he got out, everyone would know within a matter of days, and it would make things at school as difficult from his kids as they were for him when he was young.
There was a party when the 7th years graduated after the battle of Hogwarts. It was long and wild, full of a happiness that nothing could top nor ruin. Everyone was screaming and yelling jauntily, but Dean and Seamus were whispering to each other secretly, looking nervous and embarassed. As hours passed, though, they started to scream like the rest of them, the alcohol finding ways to loosen them up. By the end of the night, Dean had grabbed Seamus and kissed him, then yelled out, words slightly slurred, "I HAVE LOVED THIS MAN FOR SEVEN YEARS, AND I HAVE NO INTENT OF HIDING IT ANY LONGER!" It was clear that they had been expecting judgement. Boos. Angry shouting. What they got instead, was a room full of cheers.