#hpma x reader

[mngo-jii]

would any of you care enough if i started writing again because hpmablr and the hpma fandom as a whole is just tumbleweeds from what i can see

[loutalks2much]

— HPMA socmed AU! bcs I'm bored (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

a/n: a bit of characters x MC in some parts huegegdhs + constant Fischer slander but I love him I swear. also yes hi I know it’s been an eternity. sorry. no I’m not returning to writing yet. okbye 🫡

(bonus: last part in reblog since it couldn't fit)

[danifies]

Charming

hii story drabble for my favorite boy daniel page!

❝ TAGS ❞ fem mc x daniel, y/n used, year 3 spoilers, ooc(?)

You were charming, there was no doubt about it. That's what Daniel had always found intriguing about you, a muggle born who seemed to effortlessly charm all and any witch or wizard in proxy to you.

Daniel had a hard time pinning exactly how'd you do such a thing. Could it be that, given only being a third year, you were excellent at charms that most had trouble with? This definitely could be a factor, considering he's witnessed your impressive duels with Cassandra and the Frey's.

Or was it how you were so selfless when it came to helping others? He remembers first year when you dropped everything to find Ivy which you barely even knew well enough yet to do such a thing.

Daniel being friends with you, had taught him that over the three years of being at Hogwarts, you were quite known to all. It seemed like every class he'd attended had someone who dropped your name. "Did you hear? Y/n dueled with Elliot Evers! He's more advanced with techniques but yet she beat him!"

And that was another thing. Almost all of third year when the news had spread about his family being locked up, when he had blown off her and Ivy countless times to learn spells with Elliot, when he had told you a bit harshly that he didn't need friends but to be left alone, you never gave up on him. You helped him get Esme back, helped him fight in battles with Gridley, but most of all, you stayed. You stayed by his side.

After all that ended, you never once expected something in return for that all, which truefully daniel thought you'd maybe ask for a favour or two, but nothing ever came up... well perhaps not nothing

Daniel found himself in his least favorite place—the Dance club. He had received an owl from you to meet him here, so here he was now. He had already awkwardly turned down the many offers from others to dance desperately, looking around the ballroom to catch a glimpse of you.

"Daniel!" He whipped his head towards your voice. You were dressed up more than usual; you looked... pretty. Her cheeks flushed from running to the hall, he assumed. It suited you, which made him feel a subtle warmth, trying to sneak his way to his own.

"Sorry I'm late, I hope you didn't wait too long" He shook his head and slipped his gands into his pockets. "Don't worry. Anyways why did you want to meet me here?" Daniel tilted his head in confusion when she let a giggle out.

"Well, it's simple." She smiled at him, and he cursed at the way his cheeks held the shade close to his hair color on them. "I want to dance with you, Daniel" He remained silent letting her words sink in before managing to blurt out "You.. want to dance? With me?"

"Yes Daniel, with you" Daniel cleared his throat and held out his hand "Alright then, I suppose Dancing with you isn't as bad as it usually be." She took his hand and lead him to the dance floor.

That day, he found out your charm was real, as real as anything. He finally fell victim after years of denying failing for such a thing, or so he thought. It seems he's been under since he met you. He was just trying to deem it fake for the sake of his heart. His cheeks would always flush red when you'd praise him for his skill in potions, when you asked him to dance so he wouldn't be bothered by others when they tried their hardest to persuade him.

You were charming, no doubt. Daniel Page found it intriguing how you managed to sneak your way into his thoughts, how you caught his eye everywhere he went, and how you, out of all students in Hogwarts chose him to give your every moment too. But he would want no other way.

this is my first time writing anything but the lack of Daniel story's on here is hurting my heart (っ◞‸◟c) anyways i hope this feeds other daniel fans well !!

[thestralluvr]

i miss daniel fics why doesn’t anyone write for him anymore :(

[astroavez]

my friend and i cant leave these stupid capcut templates alone

anyways i like to imagine if fischer ever becomes available as a companion this would literally just be it

[bunn-n]

Danny boy

Hi!! I am still obsessed with Hpma :3 annnddd I drew Daniel with some head cannons! Nothing new really. I’d say this is like late year two early year three Daniel !!

I’m also gonna write some head cannons(this is my first time doing this so sorry if it’s bad)

•I like to think his jacket he wears belonged to his mother

• Him and his sister have movie nights when Daniel is on break.

• Daniel is supposed to wear glasses but he thinks they get in the way when he’s working on his potions

•I think he has a real soft spot for animals. Specifically felines

• i feel like he should have a Gap so uh he has one according to me

•His hands are cold and clammy

• His sister teases him for having mainly female friends

I can’t think of anymore so here’s the art :3

I hope you like it

[scarydeadlavender]

꧁༺ 𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 ༻꧂

demande of @thedogisontopofthecarmom :

okay I was wondering if you could do one where it Daniels birthday and because of his sister taking care of him he’s never had a really grand party with a lot of presents and food so the reader and his friends decided to throw him a surprise party so threw out the day they had to act like they forgot which led to Daniel being sad the whole day but when he gets back to the conman room the whole day started to make scenes to him

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When his alarm went once the noise finally stopped or at least, that's what he

It took him a couple of minutes to decide to leave the comforting warmth. His feet touched the cold floor of the dimly lit dormitory, and

With that done, he moved towards the large mirror next to his wardrobe, adjusting his house-colored tie with a bit of annoyance as it refused to cooperate. After that, he put on his black cape, its inner lining also matching his house's color. On his badge, there were threads that glowed, and stains from potions were visible, especially on the sleeves, making his cape more personal and unique.

He looked at himself in the mirror, attempting to tame his unruly hair, but eventually gave up, just blowing on the strand that fell over his right eye and rolling his eyes at the situation.

But then his gaze landed on the small calendar pinned to a corkboard where a few personal photos and pictures of his friends were hung. There were a lot of notes, and his schedule was posted as well. His eyes scanned each square one by one until he fixated on the date November 22, circled hastily in red. A small note was written beside it.

His eyes widened as he read what was written: "My birthday." A smile spread across his lips. Truth be told, he wondered how he could have forgotten his own birthday. Shame on him.

He chuckled a bit and then looked at his alarm clock, realizing he was running late. So, he dashed to the Great Hall with excitement, eager to see his friends. When he arrived at the entrance of the Great Hall, he grinned like a child in front of a candy store. He approached the table, his friends noticing him. He, who was usually cold, tense, and definitely not a morning person, well... that was somewhat surprising.

Robyn watched him sit down next to Tp, who was enjoying a pancake with some red fruits scattered on his plate.

Daniel: Hey everyone!

She looked at him, surprised by how lively he was in the morning. Usually, she was the energetic one, not him. In a way, their roles were reversed. Despite his thoughts that his friends would all wish him a happy birthday, none of them reacted, too busy with their breakfast. So, he tried to drop them a hint.

Daniel: Do you guys know what day it is?

Kevin: Sandwich Day!

Daniel: Huh?

The blond seemed excited as a flea, striking a dramatic pose in front of his friend, who didn't seem to know what Sandwich Day was.

Kevin: Every Thursday, I bring a peanut butter sandwich for Freddy the Niffler.

Daniel furrowed his brows, not quite understanding what he meant. Daniel: So... Freddy is a Niffler?

Kevin hummed joyfully, clasping his hands together before a slight frown appeared on his face. Kevin: But today we ran out of peanut butter, so I asked Robyn, "What should I bring him?" and she said, "A ham sandwich!" I can't possibly feed Freddy ham! Do you guys know what ham is?

Daniel grabbed a bowl and poured a small amount of cereal into the brown wooden bowl. He then poured milk while listening to his friend rambling, responding with a perplexed tone. Daniel: Meat?

Kevin: IT'S MEAT! If I gave Freddy meat, I'd be a horrible creature!! So, I'm late because I had to go to the kitchen to ask for peanut butter, because all we had was GROSS HAM!!

Kevin shot an angry look at Robyn, who just rolled her eyes. Daniel chuckled a bit and started eating his cereal. Daniel: Kevin, is it really that important?

Kevin looked down at the table, spearing his fork into a pancake before taking a bite, mumbling something under his breath, keeping his thoughts away from Robyn's hearing.

Tp: Oh, by the way, Daniel!

His eyes widened, hoping that she had remembered his birthday. But instead, Tp clasped her hands together in a praying motion, closing her eyes and beseeching Daniel. Tp: After classes, I REALLY need your help to revise for the Potions lesson. Please, help me.

Part of him was indeed glad to help Tp and spend time with her. However, another part of him was saddened that even his best friend had forgotten this important date. He forced a smile and lightly patted Tp's head. Daniel: Yeah, sure.

Tp: Oh my god, you're my savior!

Daniel: You can say that once you get a good grade.

He refocused on his cereal, letting Tp playfully groan at what he just said. He played with the few remaining cereal pieces in his bowl, feeling a bit down, hoping that at least someone would wish him...

Unfortunately, no one did. Even if it had been from the Frey twins, he would have accepted. However, everyone seemed to be avoiding him, as evidenced by their strange behavior.

He studied as planned, but Lottie approached Tp and whispered something in her ear. Seeing Tp laugh, he felt a pang in his heart, realizing that his friends were having fun without him, forgetting his birthday. Perhaps they had something important to do?

Daniel reflected on his day. No, he was avoiding that. It all started during History of Magic class, where Tp usually sat next to him, but this time she sat next to Ivy. Then at the meal, everyone was talking together, and when he approached, they avoided the question, telling him, "Don't worry, it's not about you." Later, he was chatting with Lottie when she left for no apparent reason, leaving him alone in the cold corridors of Hogwarts. And now, Tp was acting as if he wasn't there. It frustrated him not to understand what was going on, but it made him sad not to share these moments with his friends and not to be able to celebrate his birthday with them. Should he eat a poor cupcake with overly sugary frosting and a lone candle? So, he got up, closed the book abruptly, gathered his things, and headed towards the exit of the potion room. But he halted at the sound of Tp's voice.

Tp: Daniel, where are you going? Daniel: I think you have other things to do, Tp.

He could hear Tp asking him to wait, but instead, he continued walking through the corridors of Hogwarts. He wanted to be alone. He felt tears stinging his eyes, and he could also hear his friend's footsteps trailing behind him, persistently asking him to stop.

So when he felt the cold hitting his face, he stopped, clenching his fists, listening to his friend inquire about what was going on. He couldn't contain the sadness he'd been feeling since morning any longer. He turned around abruptly, fixing his gaze on his friend.

Daniel: You want to know what's wrong? Well, I'll tell you! I'm upset that my friends forgot my birthday!

He wiped away tears that were flowing aggressively, while Tp looked at him, allowing him to release the overflow of emotions. He ran his hands through his hair.

Daniel: I... I never had a big birthday when my sister took care of me... so... I wasn't asking for anything other than a simple "happy birthday." Just that! And... it would have made my day really great!

He wanted to stop the tears that were flowing freely down his cold cheeks due to the temperature, but to his surprise, he couldn't. Seeing the situation, Tp didn't know what to say, so she gently enveloped him in a hug, wanting to comfort him.

With his auburn-haired head still crying, apologizing for crying, Tp felt guilty. Not guilty for forgetting his birthday, as she remembered that date and had even been counting the days, hours, and minutes left until that special day. She felt guilty for putting her friend in this state! She couldn't hold back any longer from explaining why she hadn't said anything. So, with a simple gesture, gently taking one of his hands, she guided him, whispering:

"Daniels, come with me."

He didn't understand why he had to follow her. After all, he just wanted to be alone for now. But a small voice told him to listen to the girl. He didn't really notice the moment they arrived at their house's common room, or when Tp uttered the password. But what surprised him most was the common room itself, which was astonishingly dim. He even had to rub his eyes to try to see what was happening.

Daniel: Tp, what's going on here...

Before Tp could reply, the lights came back on, and all his friends were present, wearing birthday hats on their heads. They all shouted in unison:

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DANIEL!"

He was genuinely surprised, and this time, tears of joy streamed down his cheeks. The common room was adorned with colorful garlands, and numerous balloons of every hue adorned the floor. A large table displayed multiple cakes, each with different colors and flavors, and a small pile of presents was right beside it.

Tp smiled at him sadly, her friends not understanding why he was crying as they approached him.

Tp: I'm sorry you thought we had forgotten your birthday...

Lottie: Maaaan, did you really think we forgot your birthday?

Kevin: We've been preparing this for 2 weeks! How could we have forgotten!

Daniel sniffled before smiling.

Daniel: Thank you, friends, thank you for this party... I... I'm sorry for thinking that! All his friends laughed.

Tp: We know you've never really had a birthday, so... we wanted to give you this surprise!

Ivy: Group hug?

Daniel: N-no, no group hug.

Ivy: Come on, just this once!

Daniel chuckled a bit before gesturing for his friends to come in for the hug. After a few seconds, Robyn hopped up and down, clapping her hands.

Robbyn: Now, the cake! Everyone laughed, leading Daniel to a cake in the colors of his house, with several candles placed on it. And for the first time, a group of people he cared about sang the famous "Happy Birthday" song to him. He took a deep breath and blew out the candles, where their flames danced.

No doubt, this birthday filled with laughter, joy, food, and gifts will be etched in his memory...

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number of words: 2010

oh my god i feel like it went bad TwT , i hope you like it!

[chhtusyk]

I think you’d like this promt, ahem: poetry loving fem reader geeking out about their favorite authors with Colby :)

Colby used to spend time in the library.

It was his little secret, and it wasn't even such a secret because Fischer knew about it, there were times when it bothered him because of that because poetry was something quite delicate and it damaged the image that the school had of them as problem children, but it was fine, as long as no one knew about it.

Another day in the library in silence, Colby was going like a thief looking for the most precious treasure looking at the shelves, he had memorized (or had tried to say better) where the books of his interest were, he already had one in his sights, he had not He had read before because he had found some children from a lower class nearby reading something that was not much to see, but the mere idea of ​​being seen taking that book bothered him a bit.

Just as he was going to take the book, he saw him being pulled over the other side of the bookcase. There went that book, along with his dignity when he saw that on the other side there was a girl looking at him clearly confused.

Colby only became confused leaving there, as if nothing had happened, when he left between the shelves going to the study tables, he cleaned his tunic a little, possibly out of embarrassment because it wasn't dirty.

"Did you want this book?"

Colby wished more than anything that the earth would swallow him right now and spit out anywhere but here.

"Yes, it was for a friend," Colby lied quickly looking at her, the girl made a small sound of affirmation.

"It's not that good actually, I could recommend something by Salome Ureña... The translation isn't the best, but I personally like them." The girl smiled looking at him, that's when she piqued Colby's interest.

"I don't know her, who is she?" Colby asked looking at the girl while she crossed her arms, the girl laughs a little.

"Just a Dominican woman," She reply looking away, pulling a pale pink one from the small pile of books and giving it to Colby.

"I prefer John Keats" he said, flipping through the book, she laughs making the Slytherin boy look at her

"That's so British."

"Is there something wrong?" He now asks a little defensively, the girl denies trying to hide her smile.

"No, but I could show your friend more"

Colby's face was stained with embarrassment upon hearing that, apparently his lie didn't last as long as he thought and the girl had realized that, the Slytherin boy only clung more to the book and ran away from there. .