#seventh years

[seaskate]

Headcanon that the seventh years spell their hair the color of their house on the last day of school since it's that last time that they will be wearing school colors in this context.

[suyazuya]

I have this awesome head canon that there was like a group of four Slytherins who were just total badasses. Like, good at Quidditch, good at academics, good at magic, and basically ruled the school.

HOW ELSE WOULD YOU EXPLAIN SIX YEARS UNDEFEATED. and then they finished their Newts and missed the year Harry Potter came.

BUT THIS HEADCANON IS SO REAL THAT I NEED CHARACTER NAMES AND FACES AND JK ROWLING TO WRITE THIS STORY. Like I see them just prowling the halls talking about how they crushed Ravenclaw in the Charms exam, and boasting about there 300 point lead on Gryffindor. They don't bully Hufflepuff too much, they like Hufflepuff.

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“Has anyone seen Malfoy?” Harry asked trying not to sound too concerned.

It’s no secret that both boys have been enemies since day one, but now that they’re seventeen-years-old, Harry felt a little bit different towards the blond Slytherin.

He wasn’t quite sure how to describe those feelings however. Was it just that he’s tired of all the fighting? Or could it be something more?

“Not since our last Hogsmede trip,” Ron said.

They had gone to Hogsmede two days ago. So no one’s seen Draco in two days?

“Do you think he’s-”

“Up to something? No, Harry. I doubt it,” Hermione pipped in from behind her textbook.

“It’s still odd though, don’t you both think?” Harry asked.

“I guess so,” Ron said.

Harry could tell neither of his best mates were in the mood for one of his “Draco Is Up To Something” theories, so he just left it at that.

—-

The next day was even weirder than the day before - Malfoy was back.

No one at the Slytherin table that morning seemed to acknowledge that he was ever gone. They just talked to him like normal, but while Harry was watching Malfoy talk to people he saw something odd on his hand - a big bandage.

Could he have hurt himself where ever he was? That had to be it, but Harry couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to it - especially since Malfoy vanished for two days. Where did he go?

They had a break right after breakfast. Harry was determined to figure out what was going on, but Hermione and Ron were do everything they could to not let that happen.

“He probably just cut his hand. What else could it possibly be?” Hermione tried to reason with him.

“Yeah mate - I mean, I know Malfoy’s a giant git, but I think this time it’s just nothing. For all we know he was home these past two days,” Ron added.

“I guess…” Harry said, trying to sound convincing, but he still wanted to do some investigating. Throughout his Hogwarts years, he’s learned that even the smallest things could turn out to be giant ones.

—-

Harry tried all week to follow Malfoy and find some sort of clue as to why he disappeared and why his hand was bandaged, but he came up short. Malfoy was acting completely normal - well, his version of normal. Maybe Hermione and Ron were right - maybe this is nothing.

“Harry? Harry Potter?” A boy came up to Harry as he was about to enter the Gryffindor common room. Harry figured the little boy was probably a first year - and by the look of his robes, he was a Slytherin.

“Yes?”

“I was told to give you this,” he said as he handed Harry a folded piece of parchment.

Meet me in the broom closet by the Great Hall at nine o’ clock tonight. Don’t be late.

Harry knew he had to go. How could he not? This had to be the clue he’s been waiting for.

Besides - did Malfoy really think he wouldn’t recognize his handwriting?

—-

It was five minutes to nine when Harry left the Gryffindor common room with his invisibility cloack hanging over him. He decided not to mention the note to Ron or Hermione. They’d probably be against him going. They’d probably question Malfoy’s intentions - which is something he was starting to do

When he got to the broom closet, he quietly shut the door behind him and just waited.

“Potter?” Harry heard his name from the darkness of the broom closet. He quickly pulled his wand out to light the broom closet. And when he did, there was Malfoy - standing in the corner.

“Malfoy? What’s going on?” Harry asked. Malfoy didn’t seem like himself. He looked, well, nervous. Harry’s never seen the “great” Draco Malfoy nervous. He was fidgeting with the side of his robes with his head slightly down. That’s when Harry noticed his hand. He was covering it, but the bandage was gone.

“I wasn’t sure how to go about this, so please don’t be mad,” He moved his right hand that was covering his left. On the top of his hand it said “I must not tell lies - the exact markings he had on his hand.

“But why would you do-”

“It’s not permanent. I did it because I’ve been lying and if anything I deserve to have this scar more than you.”

“What were you lying about?” Harry asked, confused.

“About how - er - about how I feel about you,” Malfoy said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Harry had so many questions, but he decided to stick with just one, “So you feel the same way I do?”

Malfoy went from nervous to confused to a smile growing on his face.

“I guess so. And I know this was a really corny way to tell you,” he said looking down at his hand, “but it was all I could come up with.”

“No, I actually love it,” Harry and Malfoy both turned a shade of red.

“So what now?”

“Maybe we could talk about it in the morning? At breakfast?”

“Sounds good to me,” Malfoy said, both boys then started laughing.

Harry didn’t care about what people would say tomorrow about him and Malfoy sitting together at breakfast tomorrow. In fact, he was way too happy to even care if he got caught tonight because the first time in a long time two good things finally happened to him. One, he was able to finally figure out his feelings towards Malfoy.

And two, Malfoy wasn’t up to something.

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Marlene on the first morning of term last year.

Taken by James Potter.

circa 1976

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“James, if you don’t get your arse up I’ll assign all the rounds to you and have the house elves put hot sauce in your breakfast.”

James sleeping in instead of going to class.

Taken by Lily Evans who was hired by Remus to get him up.

circa 1977

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“I told you this town was boring, Remus.”

Remus on a walk through Cokesworth last summer.

Taken by Lily Evans.

circa 1977

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Gwenog and Narcissa, finding time alone.

Taken by Gwenog Jones.

circa 1977