You know, there was absolutely no reason for Rowling to use Native spirits for the fucking Ilvermony house mascots.
First of all, unlike English schools apparently, American schools don't have houses! With the exception of a handful of universities, that's just not a fucking thing here.
Second, Hogwarts used regular ass animals. She could've grabbed a handful of North America's indigenous fauna. Moose, coyotes, fisher cats, alligators, Gila monsters, black-footed ferrets, pronghorns, blue jays, bison, bald eagles, California condors, beavers, gray wolves, mountain lions, etc. We have SO MANY incredible animals, many of which aren't found anywhere else in the world, and Ilvermony could've been a great way to showcase them!
Third, if Rowling (who is a terrible person ofc, there's my disclaimer) really wanted Ilvermony to stand out from Hogwarts and still have houses (🙄), she could've used plants! Again, there's a ton of native flora in North America that could've been really fun to play around with. North America is pretty infamous for our huge variation in landscapes and there's no shortage of unique plants to pick from.
Instead, we got. Racism and cultural appropriation. It's just some absolute bullshit.
the spare // chapter six // darkwizard!tom hiddleston x plus size reader - voldemort wins au
story summary:
While one a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord’s triumph, she’s being sold at an auction with other muggleborns and bloodtraitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy’s younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance’s greatest weapons? *a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist*
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chapter warnings: ... voldemort? so none I guess
CHAPTER MASTERLIST
CHAPTER SIX:
I don’t keep track of how long he’s actually gone. I turn over in his bed moments after he leaves to get more comfortable, and became enveloped in the scent of his sheets as I fell asleep. It reminds me of a Christmas tree, but I think the actual terms are cedar and pine. I wonder if he smells like this too. I couldn’t remember what he smelled like fresh out of the shower, even though he’d literally been on top of me.
I wake from my nap with a vial being pressed to my lips. Malfoy is above me, cradling my head with his arm.
“It’s just a blood replenishing potion,” he explains softly. “I have one with essence of Dittany as well.”
I comply with taking both of the potions, knowing if he wanted me dead, he’d had his opportunity. Trying to kill me with a potion after already healing my wound didn’t make much sense.
It takes a few hours, but once I’m able to sit up, I move back to my own bed.
~*~
Over the next few days, once my wound is healed enough, I keep myself busy with more cleaning. It’s the only thing that works almost as much as Occlumency, though I’d prefer the latter.
As I make my way through the office, I find a record player and a small collection of records. Mostly names I’ve never heard of, but surprisingly there was a compilation of American Western music. Johnny cash, Loretta Lynn, and Hank Williams to name a few.
With Malfoy mostly remaining absent during the day – marching right up to his room every night too – I don’t have any qualms about turning the volume up to full blast as I continue cleaning.
There are some nights where he doesn’t come back, or when he has to leave in the middle of the night. It makes me wonder what kind of errands Voldemort has him doing.
My meals are still appearing out of the blue. Since the first dinner, it’s been three meals a day. I have no clue where they’re coming from, and I’m worried that if I ask, I won’t get a straight answer. Just some grumblings about being ungrateful.
I have the idea to eat out on the patio for lunch. As I’m sweeping the back patio, humming to the music drifting out of an open window, I feel eyes on me again. Pausing, I scan the yard. I nearly jump out of my skin when something soft brushes against my legs. I look down to see a white long haired cat, staring back up at me with bright blue eyes.
“Oh, hello!” I say, an octave higher than usual. The cat continues to rub against me and I bend down, holding my hand out for it to sniff before I pet it. “You scared the shit outta me.”
It meows in response.
“You must be who that little door is for, aren’t you?” I say as I go lower, crouching. The cat meows and shoves its head into my waiting hand, purring. “You are such a cutie.”
Another meow.
“Y’know, I remember seeing a can of cat food in the cabinet,” I continue with the baby voice. “Is that what you’re after?”
I straighten and go into the house. When I come back, the cat is patiently sitting in a patio chair, and I can’t help but smile. I open the can and place it on the table, watching it eat. After a moment I go back to sweeping, fully singing to the song playing now.
After a while, my lunch appears in the kitchen, and I join the cat on the patio. It’s food long gone, it’s sun bathing in the chair that I sit next to.
“I think I’m going to call you Sam,” I say between chews of a chicken salad sandwich. I pull a piece of chicken off and offer it. “How do you feel about that?”
Sam meows and accepts the chicken, purring once more.
“Well, Sam, I’m so glad to have you here. It’s been a bit lonely. I’m Melisa. Everyone says Melissa, but it’s Mel-LEE-suh.” I sigh and look away. “I know you’re a cat and it doesn’t matter what I’m called, but I felt you should know.”
When I look back, Sam’s looking at me, tail swinging gently, and I smile at the cuteness overload.
~*~
That evening, I’m sitting in the living room. Sam had ventured off into the woods hours ago, and tired of cleaning, I’ve decided to read. The office is where all the good books are kept, and I’ve found an old copy of Pride and Prejudice.
When Malfoy comes home, he does indeed do what he normally does, goes upstairs. But instead of going into his room, he barges into mine. I jump up from my seat curled on the couch and follow him. I find him digging through the wardrobe.
“What-“ I start to ask. He throws a silk dress at me. I quickly hold it up before me, my eyes widening.
“Put that on,” he says, and begins to leave. He pauses at the door. “The Dark Lord requests your presence.”
“Oh,” is all I can manage to say after a moment through the panic washing over me.
“I’ll be downstairs.” With that, he closes the door.
With shaking hands I hold up the burgundy dress he wants me to wear. Terror runs through me as I realize it’s not even a dress. It’s practically lingerie.
Even after I finish tying the wrap skirt under the bust, I feel naked. The spaghetti straps are tight on my shoulders because of the weight of my breasts in the cups. I’ve never worn anything like it before. For shoes I find a pair of simple flats.
I leave my glasses on the night stand. As much as it pains me to leave them, I didn’t have them before, and it wouldn’t be good to have anyone questioning them.
When I go downstairs, I expect Malfoy’s eyes to be averted, or if he is looking, I expect it to be in disgust. Dressed in this, I’m sure I must be a sight.
His eyes are on me immediately upon my arrival into the living room. They trail over my bare shoulders down to the lace v-neck. I blush, knowing with one good jostle they’d be popping out for all the world to see.
He clears his throat. “Did you miss the heels I picked for you?” he asks curtly.
I raise my chin and keep my arms at my side, fists clenched. “I did,” I calmly respond, my eyes on the ceiling. I’m the one having a hard time looking at him while dressed like this. “But if you wish me to remain upright and not fall flat on my face every few steps, you won’t make me wear them.”
He considers for a moment before sighing heavily. “So be it.”
I follow him outside to the gate. He grabs my arm, fingers pressing into the tattoo, and pulls me through the barrier. There’s a flash of heat as he does so, and then it’s gone. Without letting go, he Disapparates us.
We arrive in the village that sits outside Hogwarts that I don’t remember the name of. I’m struck by a cold wind and I hold my arm up over my breasts to hide that my nipples were now poking through the thin material.
Without thinking, a warming sensation comes out of my chest, washing over the rest of me. I try to hold in my shock. Did he do that? No, he didn’t say anything. Was it me? I’m shocked when I remember it’s been a few days since my last magic suppression potion. Maybe I’d been so preoccupied with keeping busy that I hadn’t noticed my magic slowly coming back. What a fucking moment to realize that.
I take a deep, steadying breath as we walk through the gates of the small village. There’s frost spread across the ground like it was a crisp morning. I can see my breath. Shadows are moving across the ground overtop the frost, something under the moonlight. I look up and gasp, nearly stumbling in terror at seeing thousands of Dementors flying above us.
I’d only seen them from a distance during the battle, so when one swings down to hover near us, I press towards Malfoy.
“Stay still,” he orders, his grip tight on my arm. The Dementor’s mouth is open towards me, sucking at the air and my essence.
Malfoy stares directly into the Dementor’s hood. This seems to be enough for the Dementor to retreat back up into the air with its companions.
He doesn’t have to tug very hard to get me walking again. I stay close by his side as we walk through the gates leading up to the castle. We pass Death Eaters in pairs of two guarding the edge of the forest, nodding to Malfoy. I’m grateful they don’t make a comment on me or my appearance.
Scattered about the dry grassy areas are smoldering burn piles, the smell of overcooked pork hangs in the air, and it’s not until we pass close by them that I see blackened limbs and skulls. Tears fill my eyes. I feel like I should look away, but I can’t bring myself to.
Two hooded guards stand at the front steps of the castle, and I keep my eyes down as we pass. The Great Hall looks nothing like when I first arrived here with Bill and Fleur from their cottage on the beach over a week ago. Among the remaining rubble is a skeleton of a toothless basilisk, I assume it’s the one I remember hearing about when I first met the Golden Trio. He must’ve destroyed the rest of its venom teeth. It lines the room as seating for Death Eaters.
At the front of the Hall, Voldemort sits on a throne of bones. His wand, the elder wand, is gripped tight in his white hand. His eyes narrow as we approach.
Malfoy stops us before him, making us kneel in a puddle of sticky dried blood. While he bows his head, I stare up at the monster on the throne, seeing him in person for the first time.
“Melisa Alder,” he spat. My heart rate rises as at the correct pronunciation. Who’s mind had he been into that he heard it correctly? “Come all the way from America to defeat me.” He stands, coming down from his throne to circle me like a vulture about to descend for his prey.
I stare at the floor in front of me, waiting for him to stop, prepping my mind for the assault I know is coming.
With my returned Occlumency, I block every single thing I know about Horcruxes, about his Horcruxes. Hiding my reason for traveling to a whole new country to defeat him and to avenge Sam. I hide my important memories behind twisted copies of them, imagining false narratives meant to look like the real thing. Instead of the need to find and kill more Horcruxes, in its place is a drive to simply defeat evil. An inflated sense of self-importance of my abilities that drove me across the ocean to join the fight. I found the Golden Trio on accident, and I’m here just because.
“Look at me, mudblood,” he demands, and I obey, my hazel eyes meeting his blood-red ones.
Immediately, the assault begins. Voldemort rips through my mind, bringing forward the exact memories I knew he would search for. He almost loses interest when he comes up empty, finding nothing to lead from one memory to the next, but when he sees me doing wandless magic, he focuses on that. It carries him through most of my life, he only pauses to watch the moments where I’ve displayed incredible magic. Like transfiguring my parents car into a boat mid-air on the rainy summer night we drove off a bridge into water or smothering a fire that had engulfed our dorm during my third year at school by making the oxygen disappear from the air around it.
The only memory I’m surprised he looks at is where I’m 14, in the mind of a classmate, making him forget that I had asked him out and he had turned me down so we could keep being friends without things being weird. The embarrassment of him seeing it makes me slip, my Occlumency pushing him out. Realizing this, he forces himself back in and slashes the memory apart until it doesn’t exist. He makes the attack painful, and I hear the echo of my scream when he finally leaves.
“You need to strengthen your magical suppression potion, Malfoy,” he hisses, white lips curling to reveal yellow rotting teeth.
The hand still gripping my arm tugs me off balance from my kneeling position and I’m forced to steady on Malfoy himself. His free hand cups my jaw, fingers digging painfully into my cheeks. My eyes are wide as I take in his face this close. It’s furious.
“You dare embarrass me in front of our Lord?” he seethes. With a hard shove, I get slammed into the cold stone floors. When I look back, Malfoy has his head bent towards Voldemort, apologizing profusely for not being more diligent.
He sighs in annoyance, waving his hand so Malfoy may stand. “I’m not interested in your apologies. Just see that she is suppressed properly. Have you taken her?”
“Not yet, my Lord,” he replies. He turns his head, lifting a brow towards me. My head aches as I stare into his cold eyes. A blush rises to my cheeks. “It’s been difficult finding the stomach for it.”
Voldemort cackles. “Obviously.” He waves his hand again, speaking to everyone. “Leave, I need to speak with Malfoy on private matters.”
The audience of Death Eaters quickly clamber out. A nameless one pulls me to my feet, holding me back as Malfoy approaches. Malfoy yanks the hair at the back of my head, tilting my face up, and a small unwilling whimper escapes. He upends a vial into my mouth and shoves my jaw closed. The hand on the back of my head coming around to pinch my nostrils, forcing me to swallow the minty potion.
“I’ll come collect her,” Malfoy says, turning back to Voldemort. The Death Eater and I are one of the last to leave the large room, and I hear “the blood traitor” as the doors close behind us.
The Death Eaters weren’t waiting in the corridor. I guess they’ve dispersed to their quarters, this evening’s festivities over. My guard brings me over to the stairs leading to the rest of the castle, and forces me to sit. I slide out of the way to sit with my back to the cold wall.
Surprisingly, the young guard sits down on the step in front of me, too. He doesn’t have a mask, so I can see his brown eyes clearly as they slide over me. I look down, eyes widening at all of my exposed cleavage. Sitting like this, most of my left thigh is exposed as well. I pull the wrap closed as much as I can and cross my arms over my chest, cradling my breasts. It kind of hid them, but it also gave them more cleavage. He continues staring for a few lengthy minutes.
“The fuck are you looking at?” I ask, forcing my voice not to shake.
“We all thought Thomus was mad when he bought you,” he says, chuckling. “I wonder if he’d mind if we all took a turn when he was done… Quite enough of you to go around isn’t there?” He reaches out and twirls a lock of hair from my collar around his finger, fascinated. “I’ve never seen hair as pink as this.”
“If you wanted to fuck her,” Malfoy says, startling us both, “you should have bid on her, Montague.”
I look over, amazed to feel relief wash over me. Montagues hand disappears and he shoots to his feet.
“I was only looking,” Montague says.
“Refrain from looking in the future.” Malfoys voice is ice as he looks up at us. Montague glares at him, but doesn’t say anything smart. He simply turns on his heel and continues up the stairs. I wait until he’s out of sight before looking at Malfoy.
He’s already looking at me, eyes and expression closed, but not unkind. He offers his hand. Compared with the evil that was just in my head, this confusing handsome man was actually inviting.
To say I ran to him is a bit of an exaggeration, but nonetheless we were out the front door in a flash. With my arms still hugging my chest as we walk through the burnt grounds, I shiver in the night air, thoughts and body cold.
I jump when he places his warm black cloak around my shoulders. I pull it closed, breathing in the smell of cedar and pine. The fabric drags on the ground behind us.
ok so the study language in Hogwarts and Ilvermony is english. In Beauxbatons, it's presumably french. Koldovstvoretz is in Russia, so Russian. But what about others? Like in what language are studies in Durmstrang? Uagadou? Mahoutokoro is in Japan and Castelobruxo is in Brazil, so probs japanese and brazilian, right? but since they take students from all over asia(M) and south america(C), does that mean that all the students must know japanese and portuguese?! same applies to beauxbatons - they take students not only from France, from what I've heard.
Founded sometime before the 1290s, the school was firstly officially given the title of academy in 1552 A.D as the years before it was officially given a title were marked by crusades. In these times Beauxbatons functioned as a haven fro texts and artifacts recovered from muggle Europe. Wizards of Western Europe traveled to the academy for important research, bringing with them fascinating cultural tidbits from all across Europe and the world. By the mid-eighteenth century, Beauxbatons became notorious not only for dueling prowess and the arts, but also for its collective fashion and etiquette. It also found its place near Canne, France, when it was officially founded.
Today, Beauxbatons Academy is a school that caters to the whole of its students. The student body is comprised primarily of pureblood and halfblood witches and wizards and its curriculum consists of core wizarding subjects as well as a concentration in any of these écoles: Culinary Arts, Humanities - Literary Arts, Performance Arts, and Studio Arts. In a students third year they are required to pick one of the four écoles, and one of the programs in the école to concentrate in.
The Beauxbatons Palace has three wings, each containing compartmentalized areas of student life: dining hall, reception parlor, classrooms, dormitories, studio spaces, and the dueling block. The Palace Grounds are well manicured and cared for by fairies and sprites. The most alluring features of the Palace Grounds are the lake and the world famous gardens. Extracurriculars at the school include dueling and fencing, Quidditch, horseback riding, social arts, and an honorary society.
Beauxbatons Academy has a preponderance of French students, though Spanish, Portuguese, Dutch, Luxembourgians and Belgians also attend in large numbers (both Beauxbatons and Durmstrang have a larger studentship than Hogwarts). It is said that the stunning castle and grounds of this prestigious school were part-funded by alchemist gold, for Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel met at Beauxbatons in their youth, and a magnificent fountain in the middle of the school’s park, believed to have healing and beautifying properties, is named for them.
The three houses in which students are sorted into are Bellefeuille, Pappilonlisse and Ombrelune. In order to get sorted, you have to shoot an arrow with your name engraved in it across the room. After a few seconds it will burst into your house color.
Bellefeuille
The Bellefeuille students are known for bravery, sensitivity, loyalty, and their love of nature. These students are caring and sensitive to people's needs around them. Those of Bellefeuille usually find physical activities more enjoyable than those that require logical thinking, and are often skilled with their hands, knowing how to craft different things. They are known as hard and efficient workers and are characteristically book smart. The students sorted into this house think the necessities of life are what is important and they prize family and friends above all else. Bellefeuille students often feel a strong connection with nature. The house color is green. The logo is five leaves.
Pappilonlisse
The Pappilonlisse students are known for kindness, artistic ability, maturity and idealistically. Students that are sorted into this house are naturally gifted in the arts, they are thoughtful of all others around them as well as kind and gentle. Students selected in this house are prized for their sophistication and surprising maturity at all ages, they prize beauty of the mind and beauty of appearance above many other characteristics and are always striving to improve aesthetic qualities of life. Papillonlisse students are often very emotional, bring strong feelings and strong dedication into their work. The house colour is purple and the house is symbolized by a butterfly alighting on a leaf.
Ombrelune
The Ombrelune students are well known for cunning, logic, ambition, and curiosity. They are very cool and calculating students who are very adverse to irrationality and prize people for making well thought-out and logical decisions. They are very smart, logical and structured. They are very curious interested in the world and the intricate way it works in. Ombrelune students often strive for power and perfection more than anything else.The house color is dark blue and it is symbolized by a moon.
If Harry Potter took place in modern day US... that shit would’ve been funny as hell.
-I mean guns are legal in the US Voldemort would get a bullet in the head and we would’ve called it a day
-Draco would definitely get the shit beat out of him because of his haircut like dude who allowed this shit?
-If you think people would willingly step into a toilet in a public restroom or school in the US you are out of your goddamn mind! Like yeah no thx I’ll fucking walk.
-If you thought public school fights were bad before? Shit bro put magic in the equation and we finna have a fucking showdown
-Every house would have a superiority complex
-Quidditch would end in brain injury and fractured and broken limbs in every single match
-You know how your teachers say all these horror stories about how kids bustin’ heads open because they rocked on the chairs? Yeah they’d say the same shit but with potions class and mf still will be drinking some of that shit
-Senior prank day would be kids dressed up as dementors causing a lockdown
-They would have the equivalent of whatever the hell a cop is in the wizarding world on campus
-And I bet you that instead of a train station you’d have to go to some musty ass subway in like San Francisco or New York City or some shit where you can’t figure out if the dude is talking to some mystical creature you can’t see or if he’s on crack
Edit: -You know how in HP they have these long ass tables with hundreds upon hundreds of delicious foods for the students? Yeah no that’s a considered a “hazard” and now everyone needs to have plastic everything to keep others from stabbing each other or themselves as if they’re fucking mental patients and the food would be utter shit. I mean the black beans look like rabbit droppings your “sandwich” is two burger buns and an unopened bag of ketchup and you’re gonna have to use a spoon to crack down on the frozen ice in your milk carton that they serve with your sad hot dog.
-Also horny teenagers have definitely been caught fuckin’ and is JK Rowling telling us that no one at Hogwarts every got frisky? Bull. Shit.
-Kids also definitely vape and smoke weed and probably see it as a competition tbh there is probably some magical shit they smoke instead
And yes I know there is a wizarding school in North America called Ilvermony, (tbh idk shit about it) however I’m saying the events, plot, school, etc. if it was set in modern day US would be hella funny. Just to clear that up.
