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wizards could be wearing anything under their robes. mcgonagall’s rocking a pikachu onesie at all times and nobody knows
canon: they died
fanfic: fUCK YOU
Canon: and so they never met
Fanfic: here’s a funny story
Canon: There was tension and pining, but they never even kissed.
Fanfic: Actually,
Canon: Torture the cinnamon roll.
Fanfic: Torture the cinnamon roll.
Canon: When they traveled they stayed in separate rooms
Fanfic: AND. THERE. WAS. ONLY. ONE. BED!!!!!
Canon: … and they were roommates.
Fanfic: oh my god, they were roommates…
Canon: They were international assassins who assassinated assassins.
Fanfic: But hot DAMN wait till you hear about this cafe they opened
Canon: They had a coffeeshop
Fanfic: but they were ASSASSINS
Canon: they were mortal enemies and attempted to murder each other on multiple occasions
Fanfic: bUT THEY GOT MARRIED AND ADOPTED CHILDREN
Everytime I reblog this has a new addition and it’s the best
Canon: They were straight
Fanfic: Lol
Canon: They lived in modern times and did modern things!
Fanfic: “And they boarded the Titanic on a cold day in 1912…”
The fucking accuracy though.
Oh gosh 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
Canon: And though they loved each other endlessly, they grew apart and married other people, left forever questioning what could have been.
Fanfic: Well, here’s 179 chapters of what could’ve been.
Canon: Okay, this is the end, here’s how the rest of them died.
Fanfic: Yeah, no. Lemme show you how (character) goes back in time.
Canon: And this is why (THING) would never work. Fanfic: Yeah, but I can give you 46 chapters of how to get around that.
Can we all take a moment for Molly Weasley who knew her family so fucking well, she had “prison” as one of the options on her clock that told her where everyone was.
Well to be fair to Molly: Arthur, regularly tinkered with enchanting muggle things, against the law Bill, curse breaker and tomb raider for private (goblin run) corporation. Almost certainly has raided tombs that the Egyptian MoM and muggle government weren’t happy about. Charlie: illegal dragon smuggler with buddies on the weekends, apparently. Fred and George. Enough said. Ron is best friends with Harry Potter. Harry is always on some Bull Shit. Ginny idolized the Twins growing up. Literally the only person who she doesn’t have to worry about getting arrested on a daily basis is Percy. Who commits treason in the 7th book.
How does a
bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a…
Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot on the Caribbean by providence, impoverished in squalor grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
The ten dollar,founding father without a father,got a lot farther by working a lot harder,by being a self starter by 14,they placed him in charge of trading charter
And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted, away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up, inside, he was longing for something to be a part of, the brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter
then a hurricane came and devistation rained (reined? rained? im not good with grammar/spelling) our man saw his future drip, drippin down the drain…
Put a pencil to his temple connected it to his brain and he wrote his first refrain a testament to his pain
Well, the word got around, they said, “This kid is insane, man”
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
“Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came, and
The world’s gonna know your name. What’s your name, man?”
Alexander Hamilton. My name is Alexander Hamilton. And there’s a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait, just you wait.
When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden two years later, see alex and his mother bed-ridden half-dead sittin’ in their own sick, the scent thick.
*whispers* And Alex got better but his mother went quick.
moved in with the cousin, the cousin committed suicide, left him with nothing but ruined pride, something new inside, a voice saying, “alex you gotta fend for yourself,” he started retreating and reading every treatise on the shelf
There would have been nothin left to do for someone less astute, he woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution, started working, clearkin for his late mother’s landlord, trading sugar cane and rum and other things he can’t afford
Scammin gor every book he could get his hands on! Plannin for the future see him now as he stands on the bow of a ship headed for a new land! In new york you can be a new man!
Just you wait
In New York you can be a new man (Just you wait)
In New York you can be a new man
In New York, New York
JUST YOU WAIT!
Alexander Hamilton (Alexander Hamilton)
We are waiting in the wings for you (waiting in the wings for you)
You could never back down
You never learned to take your time
Oh, Alexander Hamilton
(Alexander Hamilton)
When America sings for you
Will they know what you overcame?
Will they know you rewrote the game?
holy cow yes
An accurate pie chart.
Who is this bitch Y/N?
And how are they getting all these hot men to fall in love with them?
Helpless [Hermione Granger x Fem!Hufflepuff!Reader]
Helpless [Hermione Granger x Fem!Hufflepuff!Reader] (Requested: One-Shot)
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And there she's at it again...
Hermione roll her eyes once she set upon a certain Hufflepuff seemingly standing next to the bookshelf, waiting obviously for her, while miserably failing to pretend she's finding a book, for others they might already found this quite adorable, scratching her chin and furrowing her eyebrows while taking a hold of her spectacles, being cute and all.
However, Hermione said otherwise, she is fed up with her shenanigans just to get her attention. At first, she was alright with it, the girl asked for her help to teach some complicated spells, where she gladly accepted it with no hesitation in doing so, and got acquainted with each other along the lines. As the weeks goes by, Hermione noticed her presence whenever she goes to the library, she's always there, she know to herself that she's not being paranoid and is getting stalked by some random girl.
Hermione let out an exasperated sigh, while grabbing a particular book that she needed and hurriedly scurried out the library, she decided to read it in her dorm instead since she could not fully concentrate with someone having their nose's on her business. Meanwhile, the Hufflepuff seems to notice this and grabbed a random book from the shelf, following a familiar brunette she taking a liking to. Hermione turn to look above her shoulder to see a pile of swarming students filling the corridor, low and behold stood out amongst the crowd, the same girl whom was now tailing her.
Don't tell me? She's following me! So help me Go—
Hermione stopped in her tracks and spin around to met with a familiar (e/c) that she now grown to hate in a span of weeks. "It's getting 'round and annoying, don't you think?" She calmly asked but you could clearly hear the anger on her tone.
The Hufflepuff was surprised, "I —umm... I" She stumble her words, trying to find the correct terminology through her actions, she rub both of her hand in shyness. But before she could finally speak what she truly intended to say, Hermione whom were irritated by her stutter cut her off first.
"If you want to say something, say it. I have more important things to do."
The Hufflepuff immediately straightened her posture, and calm her beating heart that is palpitating quite rapidly out of nervousness and not only that, it's because she's standing a few feet away at her long term crush. She summon all of her courage, not realising, the brunette in front of her raised an eyebrow clearly wanting this to be all over.
"I— no, I mean. Uh, do you want to hang out wit-uhwith me?" She asked anxiously while mentally scolding herself, when suddenly she heard Hermione laugh, not heartily no, it's full of sarcasm. This made the (h/c) haired girl, frown in confusion and slowly she felt heart broke.
"Ha! Do you expect me to hang out with a stalker like you? Sorry, not. But you clearly blind just to think, you could be friends with me after an uncomfortable situation you put me through? —Hell! I didn't even know your name, maybe because I did not want to remember it!" Hermione turned around and walked away, not before a one last speech.
"Oh! Speaking of which! Remember the time where I help you, yeah, I regret it. I would help people gladly, but leading just to meet someone like you. I don't think I can handle a stalker, such as yourself." With that, she walked away, you felt yourself crumbled in shame. You did not know your actions can put someone in that state, you know it's your fault, thinking it would be best to show how much you like her by standing afar watching her, unintentionally misleading to being a stalker. And now you gonna pay for your actions.
You wiped the tears away and devising a plan for an apology, after that you won't bother her ever again. Months pass by, it's already Hogsmeade, Hermione couldn't help but feel guilty at the incident that has occurred, everynight she lie awake in bed feeling the guilt rise in her. Even her friends notice the girl lack of concentration, that is until she received a letter, she knows it's from the girl in Hufflepuff, she didn't wrote back instead she want to talk to her face to face. This time around, she's the one whose been waiting for the girl's arrival in the library. But no familiar (h/c) haired girl spotted. Hermione couldn't found her anywhere, but whenever she did, the girl would most likely avoid her, so she decided to approach her in Hogsmeade.
The loud whistle indicating the trains arrival, Hermione let her eyes wonder around the crowd hopefully the girl would be there, she gripped tightly on the parchment which looks like it's been read a million times and place it close to her chest. Once her eyes landed on a (e/c) hues, it suddenly changes everything, for the way she felt back when she still despise her, it turns into something more, she felt her heart beat faster as she approach the Hufflepuff unaware of her presence due to talking with her fellow housemates.
"(Y/n)..." Hermione called out, the girl turned to her with surprise glint in her features. She immediately tackle her with a big hug, while resting her head on her neck, feeling the tears flooding down her cheeks, not caring if everyone saw her breaking down, she let out a muffled words, at first you didn't understand and asked her again. This time she fully faced you still not breaking the hug and in a crying mess.
"I said... I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt that way. And I came to realized that I've been longing for you, and I— I love you." You brushed away the tears on her beautiful face and gave her a warm smile before leaning in for a kiss, she kissed back almost instantly which cause an eruption of applause on your friends and other students, you felt her smile while giggling in the kiss. You pulled back and saw her grinning face.
"Wanna be my date in Hogsmeade?" Hermione asked hopefully, which you answer without a doubt.
"Hell yeah, I would!" You walked hands intertwined, you couldn't believe you two are together now. Once you sat on one of the compartment where her friends (whom congratulated you both) sat in and chatted. You caught her gaze on you were you could only describe as helpless. Helplessly in love for you, that's for sure.
"My dearest, Hermione,
I wanted to apologized for what I've done. I did not know my actions can cause you so much discomfort. And I am greatly sorry for that, I know, you most likely would not believe me if I told you that I like you. No scratch that, I'm 'helplessly' in love with you, I may be like a total creep, but I can't help but look at your beautiful brown eyes that is completely mesmerizing, that's just one features that I have grown to love. To your gorgeous face and not to mention your personality, how knowledgeable you get when you deliberately explain everything with full interest and know it by heart. You truly are a spectacular, wonderful human being I get a chance to meet which I am grateful for Merlin. When I ask of you to help me, I know you said you regretted that day, but that was the greatest moments in my life.
I know you may think this is a putrid unreasonable, I may come to think just to get your pity and forgiveness. No, it's alright if you can't forgive me, and I am shameful for being a stalker, I am. But I am expressing what I have feel for you, those times where I wanted to get your attention, is the times where I relish being in your presence. I can't help but be intrigued by you,
Again, I am sorry, this is going to be my first and may be the last communication to you.
Your obedient servant,
(Y/n) (l/n)
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Sorry this is not HP related. But I definitely love Levi Ackerman, just wanted to share.
the person reblogging this is gay
Imagay.
"Should I do prompts too?"
— varioushpfanfiction
"I like to write one shots, so if you have a request I would gladly do so, just state the specifics and I'll get right into it. "
— varioushpfanfiction
Definitely gonna ride the last one. 😂
This World [Weasley Twins x Mysterious!Reader]
This World [Weasley Twins x Mysterious!Reader] (Book 1: Part 3)
Author's Note: Hollo! I'm back again with another chapter! Apparently one of you wants me to put the (you) main character in a different house, trust me I tried to change but it would change a lot what I have in mind. I'm so terribly sorry for that.
Also I felt like this chapter has been rushed, I'm kinda losing inspiration to be honest but that doesn't mean I have to stop (that is if you wanted me stop this story). I'll try my best, you may not feel a spark in my writing but I hoped you guys liked it and I wish you have a very great day!
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He knows I don't like getting this much attention!. (Y/n) thought bitterly while biting her lips as the whole hall eyes where on her, knowing Dumbledore is testing her. Testing whether she would break and back off and go back inside her own room, where she was isolated away from people, but she knew better than running away. She let her (e/c) eyes wonder the room anxiously, seeing many students whispering about, obviously about doing with her.
She let herself calm down while fluttering her eyes closed for a moment, letting the Headmaster recite his speech. (Y/n) grew more wary when the room resonates the sound of a thunder accompanied by the gasp and murmuring of the students — and a little bit shuffling here and there behind her, completely breaking through her train of thoughts.
His here.
"Professor Moody!"
(Y/n) glance at Dumbledore besides her whom was grinning widely while placing a hand on her shoulder. "Now, as you may all know our curriculum here in Hogwarts will proceed likewise, but this young, outstanding girl — sitting right in front of you is exceptional!"
So much for keep-it-simple introduction there. (Y/n) resisted the urge to roll her eyes, she knew this would not be taken lightly by the other students.
"When is sorted she would not share the same dormitory, furthermore any contradiction, opposition, and troubling the girl you may state your concern through me. Please treat her kindly, she is very valuable, an accent to Hogwarts future!." Dumbledore didn't let anymore time go to waste so he motioned at Professor McGonagall that was apparently holding the sorting and immediately trudge towards the girl, placing the hat over not without giving her a reassuring smile which she reciprocated and muttered a 'thank you' as the Professor nod in acknowledgement. It took the whole room a moment of silence when the hat took awhile longer before it shouted: "GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table let out an uproar of cheer, while a few cat calling could be heard coming from the twins themselves. (Y/n) walked at the direction of the table where a redheaded boy stood up and greeted her warmly — which she felt like it's recited like a tourist guide when you go to foreign places.
"I'm Percy Weasley, the prefect of the Gryffindor house." The girl said nothing else and nodded while letting out a tight smile, finally sat joining Percy whom seemed to be grinning more than he should not as he explain the rules and about Hogwarts. A few students greeted (Y/n) as well, although they wanted to start up a conversation and get to know the said girl. The prefect is completely — obviously entice at her, which they did not want to interrupt when he is getting comfortable but (Y/n) said otherwise.
"This is ridiculous!" Hermione whispered under her breath in frustration, careful not to hear by the (h/c) haired girl who was sitting a few feet away from her. "Why would Dumbledore go through that length with just one girl —"
"You hated her that much," Ron muttered exasperated already growing tired with Hermione's whining.
"No! I don't hate her, it's just that — It's quite unfair, don't you think?" The brown brunette let out a frown, conflicted whether to welcome the new comer with open arms.
"You think she got in because, of her — you know?" Lee Jordan states while waving his hand all over his face.
"That's foolish —" Fred furrowed his eyebrows, he couldn't believe Lee would think so narrow-minded. "Of course not! Dumbledore wouldn't go for looks," George ended the conversation before it got heated, hearing Lee mumbled a 'sorry'.
"Besides Dumbledore is an old witted wizard, he knew more than he let on." Harry said in a collected manner. Speaking of, Dumbledore continued his speech about a certain event that will upheld this year. The Triwizard Tournament as he said, however (Y/n) couldn't careless. Percy and the other voices of the students surrounding her turn into nothing but a whispering husk, her mind was taken over by what the hat had said.
The hat wants to put me in the Slytherin? Why's that?. Destined to destroy what lies ahead it said. Last time I check I'm not a psychopath or bloodlust for that matter. Could it be? It knows what I had already knew? Uh — Snape was right. (Y/n)'s face was contorted in concentration as she recall what had Snape said back in the High Table.
"Face it girl, you wouldn't stand a chance. I reckon you just flee back to where you came from" — Hah! More like Hogwarts would not certainly stand a chance without my knowledge. I wouldn't admit it, but his is right for some reason, I should've ditch everything from the start. If ever I only knew how to go back home...
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Breaking Your Walls [Harry Potter's Characters x Reader]
Breaking Your Walls [Harry Potter's Characters x Reader] (Book 1: Part 9)
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Hermione looked at the sweets all over the floor and Ron picking up Scabbers by his tail.
"I think his been knocked out," Ron said to Harry. He looked closer to Scabbers. "No — I don't believe it — he's gone back to sleep."
And so he had.
"You've met Malfoy before?" (Y/n) raised an eyebrow at Harry, remembering the conversation a while back before it got heated.
Harry explained about their meeting in Diagon Alley.
"I've heard of his family," said Ron darkly. "They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they'd been bewitched. My dad doesn't believe it. He says Malfoy's father didn't need an excuse to go over the Dark Side." He turned to Hermione. "Can we help you with something?"
"You'd better hurry up and put your robes on, I've just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says we're nearly there. You haven't been fighting, have you? You'll be in trouble before we even got there!"
"Scabbers have been fighting, not us," said Ron, scowling at her. "Would you mind leaving while we change?"
"All right — I only came here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up down in the corridors," said Hermione in a sniffy voice.
"And you've got a dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?"
Ron glared at her as she left. Harry peered out the window, it was getting dark. He could see mountains and forests under the deep purple sky. The train did seem to be slowing down.
He and Ron took of their jackets and pulled on their long black robes. Ron's were a bit short for him, you could see the sneakers underneath them. So did the only girl in their compartment, of course, they watched her absentmindedly changing into her robes without getting flustered. The girl didn't seem to notice as she mindlessly quick to change, and finally looked at the boys who suddenly shifted their eyes anywhere but her with a tint of pink still visible on their cheeks.
A voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to school separately."
(Y/n) face glow with excitement as Harry stomach lurched with nerves and Ron, he saw, looked pale under his freckles. They crammed their pockets with the last of the sweets and joined the crowd thronging to the corridor.
The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out on a tiny, dark platform. (Y/n) shiver in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and Harry heard a familiar voice: "Firs' years! Firs' years over here! All right there, Harry?"
Hagrid's big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads.
"C'mon, follow me — any more Firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"
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This World [Weasley Twins x Mysterious!Reader]
This World [Weasley Twins x Mysterious!Reader] (Book 1?: Part 2 |before the sorting|)
Author's Note: I'm back again! Many of you seemed to like the story (which I am grateful for your support), so here's another chapter.
Forgive me, for the long wait and this one doesn't have the twins yet, it tells a little bit of a back story of (you) the main character.
Hope you guys like it! & have a wonderful day.
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The lightly dim candlelight was enough to provide the (H/c) haired girl illuminating half of the room, wild eyes flickered round and about the four walls which held such no windows nor door whatsoever, leaving her surrounded with nothing but a desk that had a parchment laying on top of it and a piece of feather — a quill of some sort accompanied by a small stool underneath it situated next to the left hand wall, on the right side was a single bed where a handmade knitted quilt lies.
However on the far corner of the room sat a girl onto the still cold floor, barefooted. The lack of warmth let her embraced her knees closer to her chest, which didn't made much difference, being coped up in an eerily low temperature room for days, weeks, years? — she didn't counted the days, why would she? She didn't have the windows to indicate whether it's night or day, even the time was no exception, she is completely trapped, clueless, but she definitely knows she stayed longer enough to completely familiarize the feeling of freezing cold of the tiled floor.
(Y/n) let her eyes flutter closed and let her head rest on the walls against her back. Trying to remember the first day she arrived in this world but it's far from vivid where as a dream it comes and almost instantly forgotten, instead her mind was clouded hazily like a fog again. She let herself think of anything — anything her memories recollect, no nothing, even though something appeared, a faceless and cryptic words were form in one loophole tangled in confusion, that left her to wonder if she even have a life outside this walls.
Even if she have a life beforehand — if she have someone, would they take her back?, does her life fulfill her satisfaction?, does her life revolve around the choices that she have had made?, or rather is it be a happy one to live in?.
So many question yet so little answers.
Happiness her eyebrows furrowed, it seems the word keep repeating like a broken record of monotony which she felt is compelled for her to given such. (Y/n) had the feeling she didn't lead a life that has the word with a strong meaning — an emotion. Perhaps the world she lived outside is nothing more compared to the one she's currently in, a tamed bird in a caged. A complete wrecked, a prisoner behind bars — more like walls, deriving her state of mind in craze, she's done questioning of what she had done to let herself in here and be the cruelty the judge of her death. This world is much more as a: "Crappy one."
A sound of click echoed throughout the quiet room as a line form in a rectangular shape creating the illusion of a door. The girl tried to examine if it's all in her mind, but once it was opened a ray of light shines blurring her eyesight in the process, she knew it was indeed real but remain silent, not letting her animalistic side get the best of her.
"Done moping around?" A familiar voice with a thick accent said. Revealing his presence the moment he stepped in, his tall intimidating figure didn't go unfazed by the girl.
"You," (Y/n) manage out and felt like a sandpaper being scratched down to her throat. The tall man in a black robe sauntered toward his left and saw a glimpse of the parchment finally have a writing.
"That wasn't so hard was it?" He eyed the girl with bemusement, although he stopped midway at getting the paper when (Y/n) spoke in nonchalant manner.
"Severus Snape, why do you have to make all things complicated," This took the man by surprised as the girl hummed in content of his reaction and continued.
"If you loved her that much then why did you just give her away? — no matter, it's already far from late anyways."
"Just who do you think you are?" Snape snapped in anger, he was about to stride when an old man with a long scruffy silver beard came in. "Dumbledore!" (Y/n) leapt to her feet and sprint excitingly from where the man stood which is next to the fuming Snape burning the girl with watchful glare.
"My dear, you just know which button to press." The old wizard chuckled as he put a hand on top of her (h/c) locks.
"Can I finally get out of this hell hole now? — I felt like I've been trapped here for years!" (Y/n) whined. She is sure quick to change her mood, just a moment ago she was dramatically sentimental for being locked up and now was acting like a spoiled brat of a child. On the other hand, Snape held his tounge indignified, preventing to say furthermore at the girl's immoral attitude and the sudden used of profanity infront the both of them which the Headmaster didn't mind as he only laughed at (Y/n)'s playful antics, this only tick Snape more of how tolerant Dumbledore could get.
"It's only a few hours since the meeting of the ministry of magic had begun and you're already gushing over, despicable —" Snape hissed as he snatched the parchment on the table. "Keep this in mind, you wouldn't last long in Hogwarts if you can't even handle yourself in an hour locked up in a room."
"That's mental!" (Y/n) talked back confidently.
"Now, now, we had a talk about this, you can go back to your own dungeon (Y/n) dear." Dumbledore stopped their upcoming bickering.
"Not before you tell me what happened back at the meeting." She refused while crossing her arms on top of her chest.
"You'll know tomorrow, for now get some rest, Professor McGonagall shall accompany you throughout." Dumbledore reassured the girl that was a bit hesitant but let out a chuckle and said knowingly.
"Always with the subtle hints." With that, she walked out and left the old geezers to discussed among themselves, presumably about her.
"She is a threat." Snape implied, intimidated by the girl's vast knowledge.
"She is or would be — that's up to her to choose." Unsatisfied with the answer, Snape left the room not before hearing Dumbledore's last words.
"She don't hate you Severus, for she knows everything."
That night Snape never left his chamber, he still felt a ton of weight on his shoulders, after a certain (h/c) haired girl magically appeared out of nowhere, come to think of it — where did she even came from? — Everything he intend to do always distracted by his own thoughts because of that pesky girl. Even after hearing Dumbledore's so called comfort, he couldn't help but feel unease knowing the fact that someone knew something, impossibly everything without any explanation.
His eyes caught a piece of parchment on his desk, remembering the task he had given to the girl which was an essay (a muggle assignment) involving her whole life. Snape read it hoping he finally have the key but quickly saw red, instead of an actual essay, a scribble of bold text was written.
STOP BEING SO NOSEY!
Then again — Just who do you think you are?
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Breaking Your Walls [Harry Potter's Characters x Reader]
Breaking Your Walls [Harry Potter's Characters x Reader] (Book 1: Part 8)
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Harry was looking to the other boys. Both of them were thickest and looked extremely mean. Standing on either side of the pale boy, they looked like bodyguards.
"Oh this Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Ron gave a slight cough, which been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy looked at him.
"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father already told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they could afford."
He turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than the others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.
"I think I can tell whose the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," he said coolly.
Draco Malfoy didn't go red but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks.
"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," he said slowly. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They don't know what's good for them, either. You hang with the riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it'll rub it off on you."
Both Ron and Harry stood up that left (Y/n) remain unnoticed and silently observe on her sit, she knew what the boy had said set off the boundaries but it's not of her business to begin with to pry in.
"Say that again," Ron said, his face as red as his hair.
"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Malfoy sneered.
"Unless you get out now," said Harry, more bravely than he felt, because Crabbe and Goyle were a lot bigger than him and Ron.
"But we don't feel like, do we boys? We've eaten all our food and you still have some."
"That's a cheap move, don't you think? — you came here to meet Potter and decided to take our food." (Y/n) finally spoke calmly but her face said otherwise, the menacing glint in her eyes didn't go unfazed and directly set at the three whom was taken aback at the girl's presence, they must've not notice her throughout, they would be lying if that didn't scared out of their wits. However Draco, confidently step up and said successfully without stuttering.
"And what a darling girl like you would do?," Draco challenged, as Goyle reached toward the Chocolate Frogs next to Ron — Ron leapt forward, but before he do so much as touched Goyle, Goyle let out a horrible yell.
"Wrong move, bud." (Y/n) said with a hint of mischievous set on her tone, as if she knew already what's about to go down.
Scabbers the rat was hanging off his finger, sharp little teeth sunk deep into Goyle's knuckle — Crabbe and Malfoy backed away as Goyle swung Scabbers round and round, howling, and when finally Scabbers flew off and hit the window, all three of them disappeared at once. Perhaps they thought there were more rats lurking among the sweets, or perhaps they heard footsteps, because a second later, Hermione Granger had come in.
"What has been going on?"
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Breaking Your Walls [Harry Potter's Characters x Reader]
Breaking Your Walls [Harry Potter's Characters x Reader] (Book 1: Part 7)
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"Are you really?," said Hermione. "I know all about you, of course — I got a few extra books for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Event of the Twentieth Century."
"Am I?" Harry said, feeling dazed.
"Goodness, didn't you know, I would've found out everything I could if it was me," Hermione stated. "Do any of you know what House you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad. —Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You three had better change, you know, I expect will be there soon."
And she left, taking the toadless boy with her.
"Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it," said Ron. "She's quite nice though." (Y/n) shrugged as Ron faced back at her with an incredulous look, she just smiled at him as he threw his wand back in his trunk.
"Stupid spell — George gave it to me, bet he knew it was a dud."
"What house are your brothers in?" asked Harry.
"Gryffindor," Ron answered. Gloom seemed to be settling on him again. "Mom and Dad were in it, too. I don't know what they'll say if I'm not. I don't supposed Ravenclaw would be too bad, but imagine if they put me in Slytherin."
"That's the house of Vol—, I mean, You-Know-Who was in?" Harry asked.
"Yeah." Ron plopped back into his seat, looking depressed.
"Don't worry you'll get by it, I know it." (Y/n) said reassuringly to Ron. "Hope so..." a small smile crept on his lips despite his ego inflated just a moment ago.
"You know, I think the end of Scabbers' whiskers are bit lighter." said Harry, trying to take Ron's mind of the Houses. "So what do your oldest brother do now that they've left, anyway?"
Harry was wondering what wizard did once he'd finished school.
"Charlie's in Romania studying dragons, and Bill's in Africa doing something for Gringotts," said Ron. "Did you hear about Gringotts? It's been all over the Daily Prophet, but I don't supposed you get that with the Muggles — someone tried to rob a high security vault."
Harry stared.
"Really? what happened to them?" (Y/n) chimed in.
"Nothing, that's why it's such a big news. They haven't been caught. My dad says it must've been a powerful Dark wizard to get round Gringotts, but they don't think they took anything, that's what's odd. 'Course, everyone get scared when something like this happens in case You-Know-Who's behind it."
Harry turned this news over in his mind. He was starting to get prickle of fear everytime You-Know-Who was mentioned. He supposed this was all part of entering the magical world, but it had been a lot more comfortable saying "Voldemort" without worrying.
"What's your quidditch team?" Ron asked, eyes shifting between the two.
"I don't know any,"
"Er — I don't know any." The both of them confessed, ironically, not in the same time, Harry shifted timidly on his seat while the girl laughed slightly.
"What!" Ron looked dumbfounded. "Oh, you guys wait, it's the best game in the world —" And he was off, explaining all about the four balls and the positions of the seven players, describing famous games he'd been with his brothers and the broomstick he'd like to get if he had money. He was just taking the both of them to finer points of the game when the compartment door slid open yet again, but it was not Neville the toadless boy, or Hermione Granger this time.
Three boys entered and Harry recognized the pale one in the middle. He was looking at Harry with a lot more interest than he'd shown back in Diagon Alley.
"Is it true?" said the boy in the middle. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
"Yes," Harry replied.
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