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Sirius has had enough
I can't believe this fandom has fallen so hard that Jily is a secondary ship even for the characters involved
what do you mean jily is boring?
Jily is enemies to friends to lovers
Jily is He was a bitch to everyone but HER
Jily is Jock Boy×Bookworm Girl
Jily is If the world is mean to her I would fight the world
Jily is If we take this couple out of the show, there would be no show
Jily is everything your ship's fanfics want to frame as their own; put some respect on their love
*sobbing*
James Potter and Sirius Black loved each other so much. they were inseparable. they made mirrors because they couldn’t bear to be separated for detentions. James took Sirius in after he ran away. James made Sirius his son’s godfather. He trusted Sirius beyond all his other companions. Sirius broke out of Azkaban to protect his son. Prongs the patronus saved Sirius from the dementors kiss. Harry named his eldest son after both of them so their names would be remembered together.
🥇🏆The Gryffindor Quidditch team🏆🥇
It took me a while to figure out how to fit seven people in a lineup and make it fun to look at🫡 The ✨ struggles of arting ✨ But! I’m happy with how this turned out! I love the blue and red contrast :)
It was also a lot of fun to draw Harry and the twins again, it’s been a while. I hope you like this one! Until the next one peeps!✏️🏳️🌈💪🏻
To Love
In the summer of ’98, Harry Potter falls in love. He tumbles headfast into it, falls recklessly, welcomes it without thought. Falling in love is nothing like he expected; he eases into it the same way he rides a broom. The commitment that comes tagged along doesn’t bother him in the least, in fact, it is strangely liberating. With Ginny, there’s no pretending he doesn’t like to stay in bed later than 8 a.m. ; there’s no need for him to explain to her why he finds coffee outrageously revolting. For the first time in his life, he voices things that annoy him, and no Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia materialize to berate him; in fact, when he reminds Ginny to turn off the tap properly ten days in a row, she looks at him with so much fondness that they end up loving each other on the couch in Grimmauld Place. From the next day, the sink remains dry, and the water remains locked tightly in the tap.
When one night he tells Ginny he used to cook breakfast for the Dursley’s for as long as he can remember, Ginny wakes up early the next day to cook him bacon and eggs. From that day on, she always cooks him breakfast, wakes him up with kisses on his bare shoulders and a steaming cup of tea with no sugar in it. He tells her there’s no need to do it, that he’s more than happy to cook them breakfast. But Ginny cups her jaw and says, “You’ve had your share of cooking breakfast, Harry. Besides, I didn’t spend the summer of my third year just humoring Mum in the kitchen.” When Harry opens his mouth to argue, she silences him with a wet kiss.
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Autumn rolls out outside with a slowness that seems tiring, bringing with it more love in Harry’s life than he has ever allowed himself to hope for. Ginny learns all his habits and he returns the favour in kind.
They hold hands wherever they go; kiss in alleys that are damp, and empty save for wildflowers that bloom from between the cracks of cobblestones. He takes her out on dates, real ones, where they sip champagne to the pulse of soft music. They dine in darkened restaurants where food is outrageously expensive but appetizing; they go to clubs where he kisses Ginny under neon lights. Once, they go to the museum with Ron and Hermione and end up shagging against a door on the topmost, least frequented floor while Ron and Hermione admire a renaissance painting three floors below them. When they go to parties with friends, Ginny remains by his side, protecting him from the press and witches who carry love potions in their bags for moments such as these. They steal kisses when no one’s looking, more to avoid wolf-whistling and gagging sounds than anything else. They get drunk and play darts, turn almost everything into a competition; together they visit old shops that sell secondhand records and eat pickled olives from the same bowl.
Back home, Harry walks naked down the corridors, an equally naked Ginny tucked under his arm. They make love in the most unusual places – against the umbrella stand in the foyer, on the windowsill with the birds perched on branches as their audience, inside bathtubs and one time on the roof of Grimmauld place under the scant light from the stars studded into the dark canvas that is the sky.
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Once in thirty trillion light years, they row. Their disagreements are silly, something they laugh about later while they feed each other treacle tart. Around them, people get used to physical displays of affection; one evening Ginny calls a meeting with the entire Weasley Bro Clan, after which the glares that find their way to Harry at the dinner table diminish noticeably. Mrs. Weasley all but calls him “son”; Mr. Weasley never threatens to throttle him because he’s dating his only daughter, only says, “I trust you with Ginny, Harry.”
They laze around all over the place that autumn, in parks and pubs, and when winter finally arrives, they sign their gifts as one. ‘Happy Christmas. Love, Harry and Ginny’, they write on tags and tape them to gifts covered in shiny wrappers. They try baking pies to take to an orphanage on Boxing Day and fail spectacularly, then buy pies from the bakery nearby to take instead. They fall so in love that everything else seems to fade into the background; the world reduces itself to just each other’s name.
They do trivial things for each other, like laundry. When Harry manages to spoil Ginny’s white silk chemise by putting it into the washing machine with his brown pants and grey boxers, she yells at him like mad. Then she all but drags him to a lingerie store, where she pulls him inside the changing room and makes him clasp and unclasp five, ten, fifteen bras before deciding on a lacy black one, which- judging from the bulge in his jeans- Harry heartily approves of.
At the counter, he offers to pay, but Ginny smiles up at him with a mischievous glint in her brown eyes and says, “Only if you let me pay for your underwear”, which leaves the elderly woman behind the counter so embarrassed she forgets to say, ‘Thank you, please visit again’.
All in all, Harry Potter falls in love with Ginny Weasley over and over again, each second, each day, so much so that he barely remembers what it feels like to not love her. When they make love, with Ginny over him, she pants, like she’s been chasing him on foot for so long; in a way it’s true, he reckons, but now there’s no more chasing. Only loving each other to oblivion, to happy forgetfulness, to the point of mutually combusting with it.
My favourite baddie: Ginny Weasley!!!⚡️🌻✨ I don’t believe in movie Ginny, I stay true to book Ginny, where she has an actual personality and guts 🙃⚡️
There is no living being that loved James more than Sirius, he was the sun of his life
My fave Ron Weasley headcanons:
He is absolutely the mother/father of the group. Even of his siblings. If anyone’s going to notice when someone is sick or not eating or upset it’s going to be Ron.
Because of that he is driven insane every single fall at the fact that every summer Harry loses all the weight Ron gets him to gain during the school year. Harry knows (and loves) that there will be a minimum of a week of Ron clucking and fussing and shoving food in his hands.
Ron is the stay at home parent. He loves taking care of his kids full time and cooking delicious meals for Hermione when she comes home from work.
NO ONE is more proud of hermione’a accomplishments than Ron is. And he takes every single moment to brag about her.
Because of hermione’s work and the fact that he’s the stay at home parent, most ppl think that Hermione is the dominant in the relationship. And they’d be dead wrong. Ron is the only person Hermione can totally turn her brain off with and he absolutely runs the house. He is her safe space.
Ron is the best at conflict resolution in the whole family. And they all go to him to fix spats.
Ron can find common ground with literally anyone. Even when Hermione takes him out to the muggle world he finds people to talk to.
during a late-night study session in year 7, lily realizes she’s done for 😭
a sketch i did on a break form work that got way away from me: professor r. j. lupin in his office circa 1994 ;-;
The old ticker
Healer Gower kept the tip of his wand pressed against Harry’s upper arm, his robe sleeve rolled up, and Harry could feel an increasing squeezing sensation, as though some invisible person was gripping him tightly. Healer Gower was looking at an odd little brass instrument on the table, with a slight frown.
‘Blood pressure’s a bit high, old boy,’ he said.
‘Is it?’ said Harry vaguely.
There was an almighty crash from the corridor outside, and a shriek, followed by a cackle. Both Harry and Healer Gower ignored it.
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Your headcanon that Harry is afraid of Mr Blobby is genius! I'm now also imagining the Hogwarts professors being baffled when this strange, terrifying being is suddenly the bogart of almost every muggle born student in the school! 🤣
OK this is the stupidest thing I have ever written and should not be taken seriously. It's also not a return to me doing prompts/requests, I just can't sleep.
And There Was Only One Bed
Cw: swearing, references to alcohol consumption, mild sex references.
They had all had too much mulled wine. And fizz. And eggnog. As a result, the four of them had got rather silly, and were laughing so loudly that Percy, in the room below, kept banging on the ceiling.
Part of the hilarity was how they had been forced to squeeze up in Ron’s old childhood bedroom. With Percy insisting on his old childhood bedroom just for himself and Audrey, Andromeda and Teddy in Ginny’s old room, and Bill and his family in the room that had once belonged to the twins, there hadn’t been much choice. George and Angelina had ended up having to Floo back to their flat rather than crash on the sofas in the living room. Three camp beds had been crammed in alongside Ron’s single bed, their metal frames overlapping awkwardly, stretching wall to wall.
The Night of the Brown Bananas
@hinnyfest prompt #11: Nightmares
Harry/Ginny, Rated T, 2973 words, domestic fluff and domestic angst
Ginny and Harry finally move into their first flat together, but their new life isn't exactly what Ginny expected. A postwar Hinny slice of life.
i started this as a gift for the lovely @hinnyfied (hbd), but it got a bit out of hand 🫠 read it here (it's long lol) or on AO3 💛🤎🖤
All that was left was Ginny's old canvas school satchel and her overnight bag. She stood next to them in her empty room, chewing her thumbnail. She and Harry had wrestled her old trunk and her cardboard boxes downstairs together by hand, which had earned Harry a snivelly hug from Mum and an equally-snivelly handshake from Dad. Ginny was sure she was in for a whole rainstorm of crying when she showed up downstairs with her bags on her shoulders.
Strange how much bigger her room looked without all her things in it. A spiderweb waved loose in the corner where it had once been attached to her desk lamp. Dark shapes on the walls where pennants and posters had shielded the wallpaper from the sun. Those were all in a box now, rolled into neat cylinders by a charm and a funny whipping motion of the tip of her mum's wand. Mum had tried to teach her how to do it but Ginny had only been half-listening so eventually Mum had done that frustrated little huff of breath through her nose and rolled them all up herself.
The place on the baseboards where Ginny had once, seven years old, scratched I HATE FRED AND GEORGE was still there. She thought about charming it away so her mum and dad wouldn't see it—she even took her wand out—but it felt like erasing a memory. Fred and George had transfigured her Harpies scarf to show a bad word and she'd gone to three errands with mum before anyone noticed. Her mum had been so red that even her dad had seemed alarmed at her fury. She'd sent Ginny and the twins to their rooms, even though Ginny hadn't even known what the word meant (until Fred and George, delighted, had explained it to her over breakfast the next morning).
Harry pushed the door open with a slow creak and Ginny hid her bitten thumb behind her back.
"Ready?" he said. "I've got everything set up outside so we can just grab it and apparate."
He always stood in the hallway unless he was invited, as if they weren't about to be sharing a flat, a bedroom, a bed.
"Yeah." Ginny gave him a faint smile. "Just give me a minute."
He lingered there for a few seconds like he wasn't sure if he should go, then turned and clomped down the stairs.
This was the last minute she'd still live in the house she'd shared with her brothers. The next time she came she'd only be visiting. That felt like it should make her feel something, but all she had were sore arms, the buzz of excitement in her stomach, the prickly emptiness where some deeper feeling should be.
She shouldered her bag and went downstairs to face her mum's stupid tears.
Also how do you think ginny and Harry's marital life was? Did they get married early?Did Ginny sometimes resent her husband's profession? As a couple do you think they fought often?
Thanks so much for always replying to all the asks so wonderfully! You're so amazing!!!
I think Harry and Ginny's marital life was happy, of course! I think their marriage was a singular source of stability and renewing joy throughout their adult lives. (can you imagine if I was like... nah, it was garbage, divorce)
Without further ado... here's too many words and thoughts on Harry and Ginny's married life and careers, and some fic recs that have helped shape how I think about it dotted throughout. Come for the twee house descriptions, stay for the rant about neoliberal feminism at the end I guess!
Would you write a little something about Dawlish and James?
James had thought that after a couple of months of being an Auror (albeit a trainee) he might have been doing something more exciting than trawling through old records and ancient editions of the Daily Prophet. Yet here he was, sprawled out across the floor of his cubicle, a halo of carefully laid out papers around him and across his desk, combing through them for details and passing mentions that he couldn’t fathom actually being important.
He yawned loudly, and from his peripheral vision he spotted Hazel throwing him an irritated look. ‘Have you found anything else or are you just planning on having a nap?’ she asked. For Merlin’s sake, he thought sourly. Hodges goes to New York for a couple of weeks and Duarte starts treating like a house elf.
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Hi Flo! I feel like one of the sign of a very good story is when you're left wondering about it and daydreaming little, random missing scenes, and of course I find myself imagining missing moments of WFTT ^^ As such, if you're up to it I'd love to know a little more about Harry and Hazel relationship in the future, considering he's not her boss anymore, there's all this trauma they went through (and I'm sure it required a huge team effort to help James, as you showed!), she's the first and only "added" woman to the Potter family (considering Victoire is family already), and of course she's the mother of Harry's beloved grandchildren!
I especially found myself imagining little scenes with Hazel pregnant or with the kids very little ^^ Please tell me that Harry teared up when they told him they were expecting a baby XD
Also, I really hope James remembers the time Hazel accidentally pinched Harry's bum, and that he loves to remind her about it ;)
Thank you so much Isi! This is so so wonderful to hear, I'm delighted that people daydream and think about my characters! I actually have a deleted scene - or what was the beginnings of a chapter I decided not to use because I couldn't get the tone quite right, among a few other considerations/things I wasn't happy with, hence a few abrupt scene changes and the lack of ending. I hope you enjoy it anyway?
For everyone else - this is not me returning to prompts, this is a roughly tidied up deleted scene. There may be more in the future but I'm not writing in response to prompts or suggestions, it just happened that Isi mentioned a few things that reminded me of some writing I had floating around in an old doc.