Wizarding World - Blog Posts

The idea of Squibs and the treatment of them in Harry Potter Wizarding World has always interested/sadden me. To treated so poorly by everyone yet never fit in with neither Muggles (because they can see things Muggles cannot and likely know about magic but cannot talk to anyone about and have to lie to everyone) or wizards (who shun & mistreated). Even if a squib in that world studied all the books and knowledge about magical theory and stuff that doesn’t actually require spell casting, even if they would do better at all the tests that their wizard/witch peers do, since squibs cannot cast their opinions and insights are shunned... I really want to play in a Harry Potter tabletop roleplaying game as a Squib for this reason or maybe run one. It’s just so heartbreaking and fascinating to have character like a squib there but it’s so odd that Squibs never get much attention nor development in any canon works. The recent release of Fantastic Beasts hammers down the Squib situation more with implied opinions and behaviour the wizarding world has towards Squibs in that universe. 

It bothered me that there were no Squibs allowed in Hogwarts. Fine, I can get that Squibs would not be able to do any wand magic, and would not be able to fly a broomstick. They still apparently possess enough innate magic to see the school and other magically hidden locations. Out of the classes at Hogwarts that the kids take, a Squib could take and benefit from the following classes: History of Magic, Astronomy, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, MUGGLE STUDIES, Potions (there will be little foolish wand-waving here), Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and partially theoretical classes on Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms.

That’s a long list of classes. And some of them are particularly upsetting to me because there’s stuff like History of Magic being left out- that’s their own history they’re being barred from learning. Since Squibs are often forced into the Muggle world, a Squib would make an ideal Muggle Studies teacher and would no doubt be able to teach a more realistic and informative class than someone going off of biased wizarding texts. Squib kids looking into living in the Muggle world would absolutely benefit from learning Muggle studies, especially if they’re from a mainly pureblood family who doesn’t venture out all too often.

And then there’s the rest of them! Arguably you could have a Squib gifted with prescience, and Divination is supposed to be a very accessible branch of magic. Squibs being excellent at taking care of magical plants and animals and making groundbreaking advancements, Squibs working in tandem with each other to breed different magical herbs for potions, Squib potion masters creating all sorts of amazing concoctions. Squibs working with muggleborns and using logic and science to advance magic theoretically, Squibs being huge pro-muggleborn/pro-muggle advocates, Squibs making star charts and Squibs going into the muggle world to use their healing potions in their jobs as nurses and doctors.

Squibs being so completely shut out of magical education was such a sore point for me in the books, especially viewing the treatment of our only prominent Squib- an angry, bitter, glorified janitor often at the mercy of brats with wands. I’m not justifying or endorsing his abusiveness at all, but this was an awful character to use to explore people without magic in a society that bases your worth on it. A lot of time Rowling seems to validate Wizarding prejudices more than she challenges them. While I really enjoy reading the headcanons about Hogwarts being very accessible to people with disabilities, I can’t bring myself to see that as the case with Squibs being treated as they are. 

Muggleborn Conspiracy of the Statute of Secrecy

Anyone think how weird it is that none of the Muggleborns question the Statute of Secrecy? 

Even if you think Rowling is correct that re-introducing magic to muggles would be a very bad idea there’s always that one special pick-me 11 yr. old who thinks they’ll be the one to change things. Having a special secret that no one knows about and living with a bunch of kids your age and no parents is fun in the short-term, but you can’t tell me these kids didn’t get frustrated with the no magic during the summer rule, the exclusion of their parents from magical events (muggle parents could also be targeted by trigger-happy aurors, so there’s the constant fear that your parents could be obliviated), the muggleborn discrimination, and even just the difference in culture could be jarring. 

That’s enough to make any kid frustrated and want to change things. So why don’t they? 

I have no ducking clue but I’m gonna find out. 

Muggleborns find out about the wizarding world before their first year at Hogwarts on their 11th birthday. Why not earlier? 

First, let’s look at it from the angle of moving to a new country vs being a tourist in one. You see the pamphlets and the guidebooks; they all talk about how amazing this place is. The travel agent (aka the Hogwarts professor) that’s been working with you had done all of the hard work for you. In both instances you probably see the destination through rose-tinted glasses in the beginning. But if you’re living there eventually the glasses come off and you start to get opinions about how to make it a better place and more accommodating for you. 

Telling Muggleborns earlier gives them time to get used to the new culture they’ve found themselves in, and the lack of school gives the parents more opportunity to explore it too. But by being introduced so close to the beginning of the school year, the introduction to the wizarding world becomes all about school and preparing for that aspect of this new culture. Everything else is secondary to that and it puts both the parents and the child at a disadvantage. It also makes this new world feel more temporary. For example, the difference between dual citizenship vs studying abroad on a temporary student visa (not an exact comparison but you get what I mean right?). All the parents know is that their kid needs to learn how to control their magic and they need to go to magic school to do that. The parents and the kid probably aren’t told what happens after, the kid at least is definitely not thinking about the long-term. 

When you tell the kids right before school starts and offer a professor to guide them through the world, the parents don’t exactly get time to adjust and learn with their kid. And before they get the chance to bond as a family over this crazy new world they’ve found themselves in, the kid is off to boarding school and whoops how the fuck are the parents going to explore now without A) magic B) being obliviated by uncaring Aurors C) a convenient magical guide or D) getting past the anti-muggle wards.  

Then once the kid comes back from school for the summer, it’s not a family experience anymore: it’s an us vs parents. The parents have missed out on the cultural immersion. The kid gets irritated because not only are they not allowed to do magic during the summer but their parents just seem so ignorant and oblivious now. They keep asking questions about the magical world the kid doesn’t want to talk about it bc they’ll have to explain every other word and it just reminds them that they’re not allowed to do magic did you make friends? mudbloods stick together but they can’t tell their parents about that part bc what if they try to kick up a fuss. The purebloods could kill them and no one would care did you try anything new? someone dosed them with a love potion for a day and was mad when they got upset about it. and how was school? what was the school like? the staircase is a death trap mom. There was a whole corridor sectioned off bc whatever was there could kills us dad. My friend told me you could get sent to the forbidden forest in the dead of night for detention while a unicorn killer was on the loose. I’m scared but I can’t tell you bc they won’t listen to you and if you’re too loud they’ll just obliviate you. 

The parents want to help but being away from them has made the child distance themselves from needing their parents help. I also imagine that all of the anti-muggle talk might’ve gotten to them a little bit. Kids aren’t saints, they like to believe that they know better and being surrounded by other kids who were also thinking the same thing did not help. And in this case, where they have something their parents will never have in a world their parents will never be able to enter without them I imagine some of them starting feeling a little superior Hermione. And the thing is they’re right in a way, the parents didn’t get to experience the culture, the discrimination, the people, the context. Muggleborn children themselves are kind of gatekeeping this knowledge to weaponize the parents ignorance for their own benefit. As the parents continuously stay ignorant, the children steadily feel more justified in their belief that they know best. They’re doing the Purebloods job for them. 

The Wizarding government is actually very clever for doing this. It’s sick but you can’t deny it’s effectiveness. 

If you tell the kid that they have magic earlier, then it gives the muggle parents time to adjust with their child and create a united front. It also gives them time to find other Muggleborn kids and parents experiencing the same thing. 

But if you tell them right before they legally have to go to school...the Wizarding World appears like this mystical solution to the Muggleborn parent’s problems after years of unexplained accidental magic. It also has the added benefit of weeding out the more extreme end of the anti-magic parents bc those that didn’t tolerate the accidental magic probably got rid of their kid one way or another so now the Wizarding World doesn’t have to worry about policing those parents or helping that kid from an abusive home! (it’s dark I know but this is a government we’re talking about. You can read worse in the news.) It definitely didn’t catch all of the abusive muggle parents, Harry Potter notwithstanding, but I digress. The parents that did keep their kid could develop a strained relationship with them due to accidental magic and the parents not believing the kids. Then there’s probably the lack of muggle friends due to said accidental magic in one way or another. The kid is feeling freakish but special, alone, scared, and frustrated that no one seems to know how they can do the things they do. The parents were at their wits end when magic came knocking and offered them a solution. 

This scenario didn’t happen to every Muggleborn but I imagine there were enough of them going through some variation of this and that’s enough for the Wizarding World. 

The Statute of Secrecy stays intact because Muggleborns aren’t introduced into the world early enough to question it beyond the surface level. And by the time they realize what they’ve gotten themselves into, they’ve deluded themselves into thinking things are better this way. 

And for the few that grow up still desiring the Statute’s abolishment, what are they going to do as a lone ranger standing against the wealthy pureblood elites? They can’t get anywhere of note without a Pureblood’s backing and breaking the Statute would result in mass chaos, it’s unprofitable, why would they endorse it? Not to mention, in the aftermath of Grindelwald any talk of that would be shut down quick. 

Moonlight

So I wrote this for my best friend for time pass

Sirius Black X GN!Reader

Kinda what is in it: You hate Sirius Black ......right?

Sirius is so annoying to you because honestly, why is he so fucking narcissistic, like, dude???? So obnoxious and uncaring of anyone else. Over all, he annoyed you to no end, constantly flirting around and making it seem like it's a privilege to be talking to him. Gods, could he be so annoying. So irritating with his stupid messy hair and stupid grey eyes and stupid pink lips and stupid gaze that seemed to peirce through everything. You hate him, end of discussion.

Or so you thought. One night, you see him at the infirmary sitting beside a bed. He was crying while a hand was in his stupid big palms.

The hand belonging to none other than the famous James Potter.

You had heard what had happened. Apparently, some prank they were planning went wrong, they say it was Black's idea.

You just stood there unmoving and silent while the raven haired boy sniffled.

He was mumbling words you couldn't quite hear.

You stepped a bit closer, still trying to stay out of sight.

You heard a few words, words like : punish, mother, James, hate, Mrs Potter and home.

Then it hit you.

How Sirius' complexion changes the moment someone mentions something about families. Reguals had a very bad complexion too. Always.

They never wanted to go home for the holidays

Sirius was so outgoing and fun that you never realized that whenever he stayed for the holidays or went to the Potters' , it wasn't because he wanted to have fun and fool around.

You remember seeing really dark bruises on Sirius after one holiday but you had just assumed it was another prank.

But it all made sense now.

He was a BLACK.

A member or THE Black family.

Of course.

It didn't take a genius to know that they hated muggleborns.

Or that if anyone wasn't a Slytherine, they wouldn't be worthy for the Black family.

Everything was clicking in place.

Why he was so loud, so annoying, so much of an attention seeker, why he always was upto something.

He was didn't doubt the fact he was the black sheep.

So he stood out more and more, if he couldn't change what they thought, he'd change what he was. So he did everything he could to become what others thought he was.

Sirius was still crying. You realized that when a hard sob wrecked through his body.

All your brain had in it now was how he would have his head down, James' hand pressed to his forehead as he cried in the darkness, how his hair would be veiling his face from all sides, how his pale cheeks would now be red and wet because of crying.

Next think you knew, you had Sirius' head pressing against your front as you hugged his shoulders from behind.

The sobs momentarily stopped, the crying boy overtaken by shock.

Slowly, he looked up. His silver eyes bloodshot and shining in the moonlight that entered through the window.

As he looked up, one more tear fell out and onto his cheek, then another, then another and another until he was sobbing again.

He had now fully gave into the emotions, pressing his head back into your chest.

You kissed his forehead and held him close as the annoying prankster let go and brought down every wall he had up.

A few tears escaped your eyes as you saw the ever so smug and pideful looking boy breaking down before you, in the shining moonlight.

It crushed you.

He deserved so much better.

He deserved to be loved just as much as anyone else.

He cried for a long time while you held him, held him all through it until eventually he fell asleep.

Once he was alseep, you laid his head on James' bed and covered him with a blanket.

This stupid egotistical bastard was never gonna be the same as before to you, you knew that.

Nothing could be done.

No one else had witnessed what happened that night, but little parts of the both of them fell a bit deeper in love with the other, not that either had ever truly admitted being in it. No one knew, but hearts were swayed; no one saw, but lives were changed. Forever.

Do you think the concept of Slytherpuff (Slytherin and Hufflepuff) is adorable or is it just… not your cup of tea?

I’m just curious, that’s all.

Honestly I love all of the Hogwarts house pairings if done well. They all have their own fun dynamics.

My favourite is Slytherclaw because of how similar they are. Slytherpuff is also cute and adorable but I am kind of bored with the whole good x evil paring (or the sun/moon paring or whatever it's called). Give me the Dark Academia pair (Slytherclaw) and the Light Academia pair (Gryffinpuff).

What do you think of how Slytherin was flirting with the other houses and got flirted back?

I can imagine Hufflepuff didn’t realize they flirted with them and thought they were just complementing them.

I think Slytherin just randomly flirts with the other houses to see how they react.

Ravenclaw is either clueless and doesn't get that they were flirting or knows Slytherin is flirting and deliberately acts as if they don't know. If they know Slytherin is trying to get a reaction out of them and would rather let them suffer in silence than anything.

Gryffindor either flirts back to see how Slytherin will react or gets irritated at their constant fake flirtations.

Hufflepuff doesn't get that Slytherin is flirting and ends up flirting back accidentally in a way that makes Slytherin lose their mind.

As a Slytherclaw stan, I believe Slytherin and Ravenclaw don't flirt in public but are really good at it behind the scenes.

One of the things about Harry Potter that always bugged me is the treatment of Ron Weasley in the fandom. Like jeez people hate this man more than Voldy. Ofc everyone has their own opinions but hating one of the most wholesome people is just straight up stupidity. I know, Ron isn't perfect, he has flaws; he is insecure, he can get jealous easily, but being in his brothers and later his friends shadow can really suck. But hey so does Hermione, she gets insecure about her appearance (teeth), she feels jealous too ( whenever Harry outperformed her she was livid) Not only her but Harry as well is insecure and gets jealous (When Ron became prefect). These flaws is what make these characters so real. It makes them human.

Hermione is smart but she is also conceited and isn't very accepting of people less smart or different than her. She is just as flawed as Ron is.

Harry is a sassy lil bitch, he has his moments of judementalness and lack of trust. He too isn't perfect (Harry's inner monologue honestly tells a lot about his cynisim) (also he wished Snape's death upon becoming the new DADA teacher)

So, why Ron? What's so disgusting or cruel about Ron? The same Ron that took Harry as a brother and shared his small room with. The same Ron who broke Harry out from his abusive family's house as a 12 year old. The same Ron that stood on his broken leg and said "if you kill Harry, you have to kill us too" (f u Steve Kolves for giving that to Hermione). The same Ron that made sure Harry got a present on Christmas. The same Ron that took on stunning spells so Harry could practice for the tournament. The same Ron that choose to be by Harry's side when the entire class turned on him. The same Ron who despite his jealousy never made Harry feel any less good and kept all those feelings to himself.

Yes, he had some misteps. He fought with Hermione, but they were young. He fought with her and fought for her. When Snape made a comment on Hermione being a know it all he defended her (f u again Steve Kloves). He vomited slugs for her. He defended her when Malfoy made her teeth grow. He wanted to make sure she was eating. That she was okay.

Ron Weasley in my opinion is the most important part of the trio. He is the bridge that keeps them together. There is no Harry Potter without Ron Weasley

Ps: if Harry ever found out how Ron was treated in the fandom he would have killed everyone.

It's really funny that Dumbledore has such an interesting magical name "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore" and one of his middle name's is Brian...just some normal dude called Brian.

i don't know who needs to hear this but, on the marauders map cover the whomping willow is spelt 'womping willow'. Repeatedly. Throughout the entire tree area of the movie's map. It's not a one off mistake. It just is.

also in the books it's spelt whomping willow (shoutout to my buddy who found the books online for free)

this knowledge has plagued me, now i hope it plagues you.

I got the fox Patronus let’s goooooooooooooooo

Foxes are my favourite animal and I’m suspried because I didn’t know there was a fox patronus but if that mine I’m more than happy

So I’m a hufflepuff with a fox patronus

alphard and cygnus make fun of walburga cuz shes the older sister so strict and perfect that she looks like a robot

cygnus and walburga make fun of alphard cuz hes the middle brother that doesnt fit in the family and no one pays attention

walburga and alphard make fun of cygnus cuz hes the younger brother that thinks he's smarter than he really is

i need to improve my view of her but here are some headcanons of my girl

went to hogwarts in 1972 (one year younger than the marauders)

hufflepuff with second house in gryffindor

social butterfly who can make everyone like her, has at least two friends in every house. the ultimate golden retriever energy

extremely persistent, once she sets her mind to something nothing can stop her

hates starting something and not finishing it, for amelia, all work has to be well done and complete

one day she chose red and pink as her favorite colors and decided to make her personality. as a teenager she used to dye her hair with several pink streaks and it became her personal brand

her love language is a mix of affection and bullying, she loves to piss off the people she cares about but she also makes sure to always show her real feelings

she collects everything that has a heart shape

plays the drums

learned a little about muggle culture because she loves their music

loves planning trips with friends and gets sad when they forget in the next day because she was the only one being serious about the idea

loves to spoil susan and take her on trips since the girl really takes her ideas seriously

somebody yap to me about amelia bones !!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61946362/chapters/162765895

George Weasley, house plant enthusiast! Percy Weasley, pottery newbie! Sweden’s magical district! So fun so fun, here’s ch 6 🫶🏻

Mina's Enchanted Drawing Challenge,

Day 2- Crystal or Star

(Anddd you can definitely find both in this gEmball machine (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) for only 5 Knuts I guess, that's a bargain)

(prompts under the cut)

Sirius Black survived the war and ran away with Remus to Spain and their lovely godson visits them every week. I don't know what book you guys were reading. They are happily married and living in a lovely little house together and it's always warm and happy and nothing like 12 Grimmauld Place.

Sirius Black has a small tattoo of the Regulus constellation behind his right ear.

So you are telling me that some author wrote a male character that is supposed to be The bully™ but also decided to make him witty in like "fast reflect to answer insults with worse funny insults" type, gave him remarkable good grades, make him caring for his image and hygiene, made clear that he loves his mum and his royalty is with his family no matter what (even when they're all in the bad side), show him uses sarcasm and irony since he's young and he's doing it well, make him love attention and wanting people to like him, put him in a position where he can fit the "LGBT+ character that has loving parents but if they knew they would be abusive" trope, even put a scene where he can decide if the hero gets caught or not and him deciding that THE HERO IT'S NOT GETTING CAUGHT EVEN WHEN IT COULD BENEFIT HIS FAMILY

AND DECIDED TO NOT GIVE HIM A REDEMPTION ARC, NOT USE IT FOR AN "ENEMIES TO LOVERS TROPE", NOT USE IT AS A FORM TO SAY THAT DISCRIMINATOR AND OPPRESSOR BEHAVIOR IS A LEARNED BEHAVIOR AND THAT PEOPLE CAN GROW OUT OF THAT AND THEN NAMING HIM DRACO MALFOY?

I'm sorry but you had a character with potential right there, you had the chance to make a big plot twist, had the chance to have your readers wondering 'what is going to do this character? Is he trustworthy? Nice? Multifaceted with good character development?' you even can had him doing it worse, becoming darker and despicable and you didn't do anything.

You can't be mad if people like him, write fanfics about him, ship him with differents characters because all that fans are doing all the things that you had the chance to do it and you didn't. They're making gold out of the ashes of Draco Malfoy in canon that you give to them, they're taking the chance that you had.

Draco Malfoy is a bitch in canon, but you can do so much glorious things with a character like that and I'm here for it.

I'm all for Draco canon slander but here for Draco stans because they make art.

Just found some old pictures of the wands my mum and I made for a Fantastic Beasts event at the college LRC (library) where I used to work.

We made them out of newspaper, toilet roll, PVA glue, acrylic paint, beads and plastic gems, and a glue gun.

These were hidden around the LRC and students would hunt for them every day for about two weeks until they found them all. Those that found them got to take them home and we also had some other activities to promote some of our Harry Potter audiobooks, ebooks and physical books and movies.

Bonus points to whoever spots the atrocious spelling mistake I made on the promotional material. Had to remember where we hid them all so I could break out the tipex

Edit: I Would like to mention as an afterthought, I am in no way in support of She Who Must Not Be Named (aka JK Rowling's) personal opinions regarding trans people. In my opinion she has turned into a vial and loathsome individual who has thoroughly tarnished my love of the fictional world she created. Her actions are pointlessly decisive, and harmful to cis and trans women alike.

Though the fanfic + fanart and the diverse community which created it and enriched that world is still incredibly dear to me. Even though I was never an active member (beyond, reading, giving kudos where it was due and occasionally commenting) I still felt like I was part of a friendly welcoming community full of talented (& not so talented), inspiring individuals.

If you are trans then please know that I support you. What is going down at the moment is utter bull. It might not feel like it sometimes, but people are on your side.

Nobody actually knows, why she’s always looking into the distance like that... :]

Jily vs Hinny

The way people say that Hinny is just a reincarnation of Jily pisses me off, tbh

Cause Jily? They're the "fell hard and fast" academic rivals to friends to lovers. Between Lily "sheer cheek and natural flair for potions" Evans and James "son of the inventor of Sleekeasy and co-inventor of the Marauders Map" Potter, you know that they were neck and neck in Potions grades. When James got a higher grade, he crowed as Lily steamed in the corner, and when Lily got a higher grade, she rubbed it in his face as he fell in love with her just a little bit more. Once they got past their "rivals" phase, they went from dating to married in less than two years - a bit fast, but everyone was eloping then.

But Hinny is completely jock friends to lovers. Like, Harry "youngest Seeker in a century" Potter and Ginny "secretly practicing Quidditch since she was six" Weasley were friends before the pitch, and at some points Ginny was Seeker too. The amount of ribbing and teasing on who did it better and "Nice shot, Gin, could have been a bit to left though," and "Of course, Potter, but make sure you actually catch the Snitch this time" thrown across the pitch. Their teammates were probably so sick of it. And this went on for ages, until they finally got together, and then the amount of pining that went on during the Second Wizarding War when they were separated, well. It took them years before Ginny (cause we all know it was her) popped the question.

Stop saying that its the same ship just because it's a black-haired boy with glasses and a redheaded girl. Both romances are completely separate, unique, and special.

tldr: DON'T EQUATE JILY WITH HINNY

The Origin of a Name

So we all know that Tom's nickname name translates to "flight of death" in French.

Which is ironic because he fancied himself immortal, having made his Horcruxes. And it was a nickname he received/made not long after Hogwarts, i.e. not long after he made his first Horcrux and believed himself immortal (He just didn't use it openly until a decade later).

So little Tom was doodling with his name, trying to make something that was in no way reminding of his Muggle heritage, and also remembering the French he glanced at when he learned that it was sort of a "pure-blood" language tradition.

And little Tom, believing himself to be newly immortal, stumbles upon an anagram , a smush of vol-de-mort that means death flies. He sees it as fate, that death flies from him because he is just that powerful as a student.

And he needs to be seen as noble, that he is descended from pure blood, that as a descendant of Slytherin he is the true lord of darkness.

And thus, the name Lord Voldemort was born.

Wizarding Blood-Purity is a Sham

I think that a lot of people forget that Salazar Slytherin wasn't racist.

And no, before you go all crazy on me just remember in the second book, when fear and anger and all kinds of emotions were running wild and everyone distrusted Slytherin House, students asked a teacher about what happened. And that teacher, a ghost who for all we know could have been there when it actually happened, gave an honest answer.

"Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed that magical learning should be kept within all-magic families. He disliked taking students of Muggle parentage, believing them to be untrustworthy."

Look at the language. Look at it, and understand that Salazar didn't see Muggle-borns as inferior, as worse. He saw them as untrustworthy.

Why, you ask? Well Professor Binns answers that as well!

"[The founders] built this castle together, far from prying Muggle eyes, for it was an age when magic was feared by common people, and witches and wizard suffered much persecution."

Salazar didn't like Muggles because they were hunting his family, his people, and persecuting them with horrific violence. He didn't trust Muggle-borns because how could he know that they wouldn't betray the magical world and tell their families that the kid two villages over practices magic with him on Tuesdays?

And yes, witches and wizards had ways to make it look like they burned at the stake when they actually survived, such as the Flame-Freezing Charm. But young children, with little control over their magic? If they were caught or exposed, well, it probably wouldn't end well for them.

Plus, wizardkind is outnumbered by Muggles, by a huge amount. If a village of Muggles who hated and feared magic discovered that a family of wizards and witches was among them, the parents would be burdened with trying to flee from a few hundred people while protecting their kids (who can't control their magic).

Salazar Slytherin didn't like Muggles or Muggle-borns. He hated them and feared them, not because they were inferior, but because they were dangerous. And while murdering children with a giant snake is not a good way to solve this danger to his family, people, and culture, it HAS to be seen that his actions were born not from arrogance, but from fear.

And there were Slytherins who knew this, long before Muggles had become so othered from wizarding society that some families started to believe that Muggles were inferior to those with "pure blood." Like Merlin, Prince of Enchanters, arguably the greatest wizard of all time, who founded the Order of Merlin to protect and aid Muggles, whose name has become synonymous with Muggle rights activisim. Merlin, a Slytherin.

If Salazar Slytherin was alive in the 20th century, he would laugh at the idea that Muggles were inferior. He would be the first to point out that Lily Evans and Hermione Granger, the brightest witches of their age, were Muggle-born. He would scorn the idea that pure-bloods were better, saying if that's true, why is Draco Malfoy, a pure-blood, second to a Muggle-born?

Salazar had questionable morals, to be sure (anyone who doesn't think so can re-read the Chamber of Secrets, where he hid a giant snake in a school full of children to murder the ones he deemed dangerous). But he never, never once thought that Muggles were inferior to wizards.

Witching Hour: Chapter 1: The Move

Manhattan, New York

In a quiet apartment in Upper West Side Manhattan a middle aged wizard was quickly packing their ransacked apartment. The door opened revealing a young witch, to her father stuffing all of their belongings into a trunk.

“Appa, what are you doing?”

Cassiopeia “Cassie” Ryo, was looking at her father, Ryo Jeong-Ho, frantically moving around their soon to be bare apartment, not even the wallpaper remained.

“Oh, Cassie you're here, good, go pack your room we are leaving in,” Mr. Ryo checked his watch, “……thirty-five minutes, make sure Happy is in her cage, and all your books too. I don't want to go shopping at the last minute because you left your books lying around.”

Cassie looked at her dad, she didn’t know what was happening but packing seemed like the only answer. Pulling out her wand, she cast the spell and all her belongings started to miniaturize and fly into her trunk. Putting her wand away, she grabbed Happy, her traveling bag and her kibble, grabbed her wand and cast another spell to clean the litter box, gathering Happy’s toys, bed, scratcher and bowls. She grabbed the duffel bag labeled Kneazle and set it on the floor. Everything but the Kneazle’s items where in the magical trunk, Cassie placed all the items on the floor and casted the spell, making sure that Happy’s traveling bag had Happy inside, the duffle bag along with her trunk had become tiny charms, grabbing her backpack and Happy, Cassie made her way to the front door of the now bare apartment.

“Appa, why are we moving?” Asked Cassie, her father was gathering the last of their belongings, stowing them in his work bag.

Mr. Ryo looked at Cassie grimly, “They’ve come back.”

Cassie’s eyes widened, they were the Scourer families, No-Maj families descended from wizard mercenaries at the beginning of the Exploration. New England and the North East US were crawling with their descendants. It was after World War II that they had gone underground, forming a network of witch hunting groups. Cassie knew who they were, what they did and who they hurt; a housemate of hers from Ilvermorney had recently experienced an attack while riding the sub sub subway when vacationing with her family here in the city.

“Are we ready to go Cassie?” Mr. Ryo said as he adjusted his bag, grabbing his wand he held out his hand for Cassie to take.

She looked around the place that had been her home since her mother passed away, she was going to miss this place, all the memories and adventures her and her friends had gotten into like dumping magical water balloons at the boys downstairs or her and her dad trying to follow a dumpling recipe from her halmeoni in seventh grade or when she was trying a new wand core to growing creations and it ended up flooding the entire apartment because she used the unconventional shrake scale that she had ordered from a dark wizweb site or buying five boxes of pizza by accident when her dad wasn’t home and their non-English speaking Polish wizard neighbor was babysitting her, she remembered when her dad came home to find 3 boxes of half eaten pizza lying on the floor next to his daughter and their neighbor. Those moments of mischief, laughter and happiness were all in these walls, to see such precious memories in now a blank home, ‘Wrong, this all feels wrong’. Cassie looked at her father’s hand and nodded, it was time.

“It’s time to go, the MACUSA’s relocation department has found a location about an hour away from the city, and said it would be easier since I was an Auror and all.” Mr. Ryo took in his daughter’s worried facade and said, “Don’t worry, the town has a limited but good magical community, some of your mom’s old friends live there, as well as the Spellmans.”

At the mention of her best friend’s family, Cassie no longer looked down. If Sabrina lived close to this small town then it wouldn’t be as bad as she first assumed, maybe they could go hunting for wand cores or look at antique wizarding artifacts with her like they did when on holiday from school. The thought consoled her as she and her dad sidelong-apparated.

Woolworth Building, Broadway, Manhattan, NY

This is it, their journey started here. Cassie looked at the bustling street of Broadway, taking her dad’s hand as they walked towards the entrance. Pulling out his wand, Mr. Ryo showed it to the owl at the side entrance, pulling the door open, the Ryos walked in through the door, the guard smiled at seeing Mr. Ryo.

“Safe travel Mr. Ryo, you too Miss.” Cassie smiled at the door man, “Thanks Nieves, I’ll miss you.”

Through the door was a grand staircase leading to an open magical lobby, in front was a four sided Magical Exposure Threat Level Measurer suspended by two elevators, below the clock was a the grand staircase and the lower levels of the building, at the front center of the lobby hanged a magical portrait of the president Samuel G. Quahog, the windows allowed the lobby to look otherworldly, the upper levels went all the way to a cloudy sky like ceiling, the memorial for the Salem Witch Trials was as beautiful and solemn as it was expected. This was the MACUSA, the magical government of the United States of America.

They walked up the stairs while her dad waved at some of his co-workers, they turned left towards the elevators, pushing the elevator button and making light conversation while the elevator arrived.

“So, where are we moving?” Cassie asked, all this time she was wondering where exactly they were going.

All she knew was that it was close and it was never the Spellmans, which did not give any clues. Last she had heard from Sabrina was that they had settled in a small town ending with “dale” after her aunt found a safe house for them to live while they looked for something closer to school, that was seven months ago when they were starting the second semester.

Mr. Ryo opened his mouth to answer, when a sudden ding was heard. The elevator door opened, muttering that they would talk about it later. Boarding the elevator, Mr. Ryo pressed the fifth floor button, where the department of Aurors was located. The doors of the elevator opened to the front desk, the receptionist answering the phone looked up and smiled. She pointed and mouthed something she couldn’t read, though apparently her dad could since he turned left and started walking towards a hall of doors she followed closely behind him, watching him look at some doors saying hi to the people coming out and asking questions about some criminals she had read in the newspaper some days ago. As they walked Cassie started to notice that the space between the doors was getting bigger and bigger, they finally stopped three doors before the end of the hallway.

Mr.Ryo pushed the door open and walked, Cassie followed her dad inside and noticed it was a meeting room and that someone was presenting what appeared to be a case. The person stopped talking and looked at the father-daughter duo. They looked at one of the people sitting at the table, a colored woman of tall stature signaled the presenter to stop.

“That would be all Mr. Morris, we will let you know our decision on the execution or pardoning of Mr.Marburg. Please close the door on your way out.” The cold authorities' voice coming from this seemingly warm yet poised woman surprised Cassie, she wasn’t expecting it.

Said Mr. Morris was sweating, he was expecting an answer not to be dismissed and told to go back. Cassie thought it was funny that his anxiety was over his face, wanting to whine out a protest but being left in the dust. He opened his mouth but decided that what’s done is done, he then walked to the projector, tapped it three times and a little ball of blue light came out and was absorbed into his wand. He put away his wand and muttered a quick goodbye and thank you. He looked up and smiled at her dad. He said a quick hello, murmuring a quick good luck to her dad, pulling the door open to walk out of the room.

Mr. Ryo looked back at the door but immediately looked back at the table of people. He told Cassie to sit down at one end while he sat at one of the empty chairs across from the cold yet tall colored woman. He pulled out a case file and presented it to the table. Of the men at the table grabbed the file and passed it to one of the people at the side of the room. The person walked to the projector and cast a spell, a little blue light came out the folder and into the projector. Walking back, he handed the man the folder and sat back down on the chair at the side of the room.

“We have found the culprit of the attack however because they’re of no-Maj origin we can’t do anything but work or alert the no-Maj authorities.” Said the man, he looked apologetic but it wasn’t enough for cassie to feel like it was sincere.

Mr. Ryo ignored the man and directed his attention to the colored woman. He spoke with great authority, “ Is anything being done to the new location we will be moving to? We will need a wizarding house that passes as a no-Maj house.” He was worried that because Cassie wouldn’t be attending regular school that they wouldn’t be able to blend in, since that was the purpose of the move.

“As we informed you this morning we have decide to relocate you to a town one hour and half away from the city called Riverdale, we would have done Greendale but we feared because it was a larger wizarding community and background it wouldn’t be as safe thanks to the recent scourer attacks,” said the colored woman as she looked at Mr. Ryo, he just nodded agreeing that it would be safer.

“It would definitely be better for us to be closer to the city and school is starting in three days for Cassie so it would be preferable that we start our move today,” said Mr. Ryo, Cassie was touched that her dad was thinking about her this entire time and not him.

She looked at all the people around the table and noticed that her dad seemed to fit right in with the people, looking very authoritative and powerful, she was intrigued. She knew her dad had a high ranking job in the department of aurors; she just didn’t realize it would give him this type of vibe.

Daydreaming about their new house and where she would accommodate her alchemy lab of woods and wand cores, she didn’t notice that the meeting was adjourned and the people were dispersing. Her father approached her and tapped her on her shoulder, she looked up, her dad was motioning her that it was time to go. At that moment it truly became real that this was not a dream and that in a couple of minutes they would be traveling to their new house.

‘Deep breaths, Cassie, deep breaths, you will only be there for three days, thanksgiving, winter break, spring break and finally the first week of summer so I’ll be ok, yeah I’ll definitely be ok’ standing up from her seat Cassie made her way to the door. Taking her dad’s hand they walked towards the elevator, saying goodbye to the people from the meeting she pushed the lobby floor button. The sound of the elevator going down and the elevator music filled her ears, hearing the elevator ding, she and her dad stepped out, turned left and walked towards the grand staircase. Still holding her dad’s arm, Cassie and her dad walked down the staircase to the door, when they were outside she noticed her dad pulling out his wand, ‘are we going to apparate? I thought we were going by one of theMACUSA’s flying cars’.

She looked at her dad weirdly. Mr. Ryo, noticing her confused expression said, “we are going by flying car, we just have to get to the parking lot, don’t worry everything will be alright.”

She looked up ahead to the dark alley their dad was directing them to, holding tightly to her dad’s arm they apparated to the MACUSA flying car parking lot. Holding her dad’s arm, they looked for a gray 2016 Kia. They passed rows and rows of cars, getting tired of looking and walking. She told her dad she would wait for him here while he looked for the car, he agreed and muttered that he would be back soon.

Cassie stood there for about fifteen minutes looking through her tumblr feed and adding more pictures to her Pinterest boards. She heard the sound of wheels and when she looked up she saw the gray Kia coming her way, it stopped in front of her. Grabbing her stuff she walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk, loading her bags. She took Happy’s traveling bag and closed the trunk, walked to the passenger door, opened the door and sat in the passenger seat, closing the door she looked at her dad and nodded. Mr. Ryo cast a spell that activated the enchantments on the Kia. Moving the gear stick and pushing the accelerator, they moved towards the ramp and went up. Arriving at the takeoff space, Mr. Ryo reversed and stopped at the other end of the platform, moving the gear stick to six he pushed the accelerator and the car suddenly sped up. Cassie held on to her door handle while trying to plug in her phone for music, feeling the car finally stabilize she adjusted herself and saw that there was a lot of car traffic in the sky.

“Apa, there’s a lot of traffic, are we gonna get there in time?” Said Cassie, she was worried that they would have to fly at night, like she knew that the Air Marshals would try and keep the flow going but air traffic collisions were scary and risked exposure to no-Majs. She looked down at the bustling streets of Manhattan, man she really was gonna miss the city and all its glorious delicious food. She looked back at her dad, “Green” she said. She felt the car moving as the traffic started to lessen. Plugging her phone to the stereo system, she chose the song and closed her eyes, imagining what the town they would be living in would look like.

Hopefully it wouldn’t be too basic.

I’m just gonna put this idea out there in the wind, because it’s been bothering me...

What if instead of Wizards becoming Aurors in the Wizarding World, there were Witchers...? Instead of Dementors guarding Azkaban, there were six foot something tall dudes with two swords on their backs and dimiritium grenades to be popped off at any given time and any prisoner wears a collar of the same metal or it’s put into their food?

Do you really think Bellatrix Le Strange would’ve gotten out of Prison? Do you think a Witcher wouldn’t have used Axii on Sirius Black to make him tell the truth about who really sold out Harry’s Parents? You think they wouldn’t have figured out Petigrew was still around maybe when one walked by Ron Weasely at Hogwarts holding a rat or even at the train station, like “Hold up. Your rat smells like a 40+ year old man, let me just check it out?”

And the prospect of having modern Witchers...??? They still have swords, of course, because of tradition and they keep their medallions and all their mutations, but they find safer ways to make Witchers, maybe even make female Witchers...? With modern anesthesia to prevent quite so many children (the 3/10 survival rate raised up to at least like 7/10???) and maybe, just maybe they’re less hated than they are on the Continent? More so respected than feared, but obviously, some dude with cat eyes, two swords on his back and a scowl walked into a bar, you’re gonna be at least a little intimidated.

There’s also the thought that Witchers might also carry modern weapons, because why have a wand and exhaust yourself when you can bring a gun to a wand fight and shoot silver bullets...??? Can you imagine how much more danger Remus Lupin would’ve been in if Witchers were guarding Hogwarts when the Murauders were running around...? If one of them might’ve even been able to help him? Find his maker and help him break the curse...?

Can you even fathom how much James Potter might’ve idolized Witchers...? Sirius Black the cad to end all other cads himself...?

And how much faster would Voldemort have been dealt with? “Oh, you have an evil Wizard trying to start a war? Yeah, pay me five hundred galens and he’ll be dead by the end of the weekend.” But when they find out about the horcruxes they’re like “Huh...okay seven hundred and the end of the week” like there’s no way the fate of the world would’ve been dumped on Harry’s shoulders because it never would’ve come to pass. Harry’s parents probably would’ve lived and a lot of evil Wizards would be dead rather than locked up.

It’s just a concept in my mind that just seems like they could mesh so well together, but the plot points of the Harry Potter books just would be so completely different, because Witchers are prepared. For example, a School of the Wolf being invited to the Tri-Wizard Tournament? Oh, my God, you think a platoon of Witchers wouldn’t be assigned by Dumbledore to protect the school? Wouldn’t investigate the ingredients missing from Snape’s stores and smell Polyjuice Potion all over “Moody”, figure out he’s a newly escaped Crouch Jr. and immediately take him out? And probably Karkaroff, too just to be safe...? You think they wouldn’t recognize the Cup as a port key and warn everyone...?

Voldemort wouldn’t be able to get literally anything done if they had Witchers watching over/wandering the Wizarding world...and maybe even being born...? What if they could find a way to make Witchers that are fertile...? A new form of “pure blood” contention? Pure Witchers always quarreling with Pure Wizards and when some of their children refuse the “Path” lifestyle they can go to Hogwarts to learn more about magic, creature care and alchemy rather than hunting and fighting monsters?

Can you imagine how many of them would probably be more often than not sorted into houses like Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff over Slytherin or Griffindor? Witchers aren’t raised to have bold ambition or to seek glory through their bravery. Only to seek knowledge for the good of others and to help those in need...

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk...

I HAVE MORE EDITED PHOTOS TO SHOW YOU THE POTENTIAL

Here Is little Charlie Weasley with his first Dragon (cute am I right?)

And wait-

Charlie is trying out the flying car! Arthur Is the one taking the picture.

And my absolute favorite:

Charlie Weasley on Bill And Fleur's wedding.

I can asure you that I am not going to stop doing this, because I am right and I think that everyone should know that I am.

[ the photos are edited again if you couldn't tell - hair, freckles, background, dragons...]

! Kit Connor as Charlie Weasley !

I have not seen this anywhere and I am so confused. I am the only one who thinks this makes sense?

I never thought that any of the Charlie's fancasts were good and I think THIS is at least alright?

Tell me you see it too

Like, I know he's not ginger (strawberry blond they say), but the freckles? And the body type? And that he played animal lover already(Nick)?

I am convinced.

[I edited both photos to make his hair more red]

! Kit Connor as Charlie Weasley !

I have not seen this anywhere and I am so confused. I am the only one who thinks this makes sense?

I never thought that any of the Charlie's fancasts were good and I think THIS is at least alright?

Tell me you see it too

Like, I know he's not ginger (strawberry blond they say), but the freckles? And the body type? And that he played animal lover already(Nick)?

I am convinced.

[I edited both photos to make his hair more red]

⋆｡°✩ the eyes, they never lie

he was only supposed to be gathering ashwinder eggs with you, but why does he keep catching feelings for you instead?

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ pairing — sim jaeyun x reader

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ tags — fluff, hogwarts legacy au, any hogwarts house reader, jake x reader, jake has been developing this silent crush with you for a long while now since you've been in school, sorta loser!jake

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ warning + notes — anybody deathly afraid of spiders dni! not too much but it does say acromantulas so be warned asfjhfja, also if this goes well, should i start a series? def game for hogwarts enha typa beat

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GET THOSE ASHWINDER EGGS BEFORE SHARP FINDS OUT!!

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The fire in the Gryffindor common room crackled with a warm tune to your ears as Jake flopped onto the sofa beside you, his parchment unfurling with a dramatic fwip. His notes were less understandable handwriting and more chaotic hieroglyphics.

A quote underlined three times, accompanied by a doodle of a serpent breathing fire onto what might’ve been Professor Sharp’s face.

You smirked. “You know, if Sharp sees that, he’ll assign you to scrub the entire owlery. With a toothbrush.”

Jake groaned, flopping his head and relaxing his back onto your side. “He’ll kill me if I don’t fix this potion. You saw the Draught of Living Death. It tried to strangle Garreth!”

“It was just being affectionate,” you said, plucking a Chocolate Frog from the table. “Like a ... say a very aggressive kneazle.”

He snorted, but his grin faded as he stared at the map of the Forbidden Forest. “I've changed my mind! I can just … I dunno, transfigure a chicken egg and hope Sharp doesn’t notice.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I thought you aced all Magical Studies? Drenching an egg in orange paint isn't such a smart idea.”

“But ... Acromantulas!”

“Ah, so that’s why you invited me,” you said, tossing the Frog wrapper into the air and igniting it into oblivion in a whip of your wand. “Bait.”

Jake’s head snapped up, eyes wide. “No! I just—you’re good at… y’know. The thinking part. And the not-dying part.”

“Flatterer.”

He nudged your knee with his, his smile returning. “C’mon. It’ll be like that time we stole the pumpkin pastries from the kitchens. Except with more… legs.”

You sighed, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. Jake had always been like this—reckless, bright, and so alive it hurt to look at him sometimes.

The forest was a cathedral of shadows, its canopy blotting out the stars. Jake’s Lumos charm trembled in his hand, casting shaky light over the gnarled roots and moss-stained stones. You walked shoulder-to-shoulder, close enough to feel the heat of his arm through his robes.

“Damp spots, right?” you muttered, stepping over a creek swollen with rainwater. “Ashwinders nest near—”

A twig snapped.

Both of you froze. Jake’s wand jerked toward the sound, his breath shallow. “P-probably just a bowtruckle,” he whispered.

“Bowtruckles don’t weigh 200 pounds,” you said, slowly reaching for your wand.

The clicking started first—a wet, rhythmic sound that made your skin crawl. Then the eyes appeared: eight glowing orbs in the dark, followed by the hulking silhouette of an Acromantula.

“W-what do we do?” Jake huffed, looking at you as if waiting for your cue.

You could see the flicker of fear in his eyes, a vulnerability that Jake rarely showed. He often tried to act tough and casual, but in moments like this, it was clear how much he relied on your presence. And you were determined to protect him, no matter what.

The spiders herded you into a clearing, their legs weaving through the underbrush with predatory precision. The largest one lunged first, fangs glistening with dangerous venom.

“We’ll face them together,” you assured him, trying to instill some confidence.

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In a whim, Jake reacted on instinct.

“Incendio!”

The fireball hit its face, and the creature recoiled with a shriek. With a bit of your help, you shouted a Stunning Spell, but the spider dodged, its leg slicing the air where his head had been.

“Jake, duck!”

He dropped. With a quick flick, you casted a Cutting Curse that severed the spider’s leg, black blood splattering the area. The Acromantula collapsed, thrashing, but two more surged forward.

“Circle!” you barked, grabbing Jake’s arm and pulling him back-to-back with you.

“W-what?”

“They’re ambush predators—they’ll come at us from all sides. Watch the flanks!”

Jake nodded, his jaw set. You felt him tremble, but his voice steadied. “Stupefy!”

The spell hit a spider mid-leap, knocking it into a tree. Another skittered toward you, mandibles snapping. You pivoted, slashing your wand. “Diffindo!”

The spider’s leg flew off, but a third slammed into you from behind. Your wand skidded into the shadows.

“No—!”

“Hey!” Jake roared, hurling a rock at the Acromantula. “Argghhh ... Eat this, you big ugly balls of lint!!!”

The spider hissed, charging him. Jake scrambled backward, tripping over a stumped root.

You dove for your wand, taking charge with a quick aim. “Arresto Momentum!”

The freezing charm hit the Acromantula mid-pounce. It hung in the air, frozen, venom dripping from its fangs.

“Depulso!”

The Banishing Charm sent it crashing into its kin. You hauled Jake to his feet, his hand clammy in yours.

“You okay?”

He nodded, breathless. “Y-you just… you’re insane.”

“You striked first, dummy.” You said, grinning. "I had to cover your ass."

"Touche.." He said, panting heavily as his tongue slipped out from his mouth.

Suddenly, spider silk was whipping past your ears. The ground sloped sharply, and your leather shoe caught on a rock. As he saw you, Jake lent you his strong arm, but the unstoppable momentum dragged you both down the embankment.

With a cushioned thump, you landed hard. On top of him.

His breath hitched. Your knee was wedged between his thighs, your hands braced on either side of his head. His face was inches from yours, flushed pink and speckled with dirt. For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to the hitch in his breath, the way his eyes flicked to your lips.

“I uhh… I-... Uh…” he stammered. He fucking did. Of course he did. Jake sighed in his own head.

You quickly rolled off him, ignoring the racing warmth that pooled in your chest. “They’re still coming. We need to—”

In a flash, a shining hue of blue cut through the gloom. Butterflies—dozens of them—danced in the air, their wings shimmering like fractured stained glass.

"Look!" You smiled, reaching candidly as you saw more of the flying critters. "Butterflies!"

Jake stared. “Are they safe?”

“Safer than the eight-legged dinner party behind us.”

Propping up gently from the ground, you stuck out your hand to help Jake. With your touch brushing upon his otherwise dirty palm, Jake's cheek glowed with a warm flush.

“Thanks.” he acknowledged you softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

As you followed the butterflies, a comfortable silence settled between you. The darkness of the forest faded, and the gentle glow of the butterflies illuminated your path. You felt a sense of calm as you walked side by side, the tension from the encounter with the Acromantulas slowly dissipating.

“You know,” Jake said, breaking the silence, “I’ve always thought the forest was kind of magical, even with all the creepy crawlies.”

You chuckled softly. “Well, it has its charm—especially when you’re not being chased by giant spiders.”

Jake’s expression shifted, and he looked at you with a hint of seriousness. “I mean it, though. I don’t think I’d want to be here with anyone else. You always know what to do. It’s like… you've always got everything under control.”

“Keeping you alive is my life motto.” you replied, a teasing smile on your lips. But deep down, his words warmed your heart. You appreciated the way he recognized your strengths, and it made you wonder if he saw you in a different light than just a friend.

The butterflies led you uphill, away from the clicking horde and the gloomy forest that had kept you entertained.

And for sure, he did. He really did. Awkwardly so but he does.

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When you finally stumbled into open air, the view stole your breath.

Hogwarts Castle rose in the distance, its windows glittering like scattered stars. The Black Lake mirrored the sky, smooth and endless, and the valley below bloomed with wildflowers even in the dark. It was like standing inside a painting.

“It's already nighttime...” You stretched your limbs as you stood up, watching over all the marvels you could find with your naked eye. “The stars are really out tonight.”

Jake slumped against a boulder, clutching his side. “Merlin’s pants… I think I swallowed a spider.”

“Only one?” You sat beside him, close enough that your shoulders grazed at that moment.

He laughed weakly. The sound faded as he turned to you, his gaze lingering.

When was it that he was truly enamored by the sight of you? When you entered Hogwarts so late in your years that you had caught almost everyone's attention? When you won the Quidditch match and had him cheering for you no matter what? Or when you successfully defended the castle from the invasion of Goblins not long ago?

When was it that he started looking fondly at you, dreaming of seeing your face without ever feeling weird about it?

Seeing your lashes and how they flowed and complimented the shape of your eyes, Jake could never get used to how ethereal you looked when he saw you first thing in the morning.

The bridge and tip of your nose, inches finer and sharper every time he took an almost sinful gaze upon your natural beauty. It was always breathtaking, as you could imagine.

And even glancing down at your lips, and how red they were, Jake could never refuse to imagine his own lips caressing yours in an intimate way. It was just as if he wanted to melt on top of you right then and there.

He wanted to feel your warmth so badly, but who was he for you, for him to have the luxury of having those thoughts of you?

And who's to say you didn't notice it too? He surely wasn't slick with it, as much as he wanted to be.

You’d caught him staring before—in the library, during Quidditch matches, that time you’d rolled up your sleeves in Potions, and even how he stopped breathing at the sight of you being so close to him earlier in the Forbidden Forest—but never like this. Never so quiet.

The silence stretched. Jake’s eyes never really strayed away from your lips.

“What?” you said.

He jerked back. “Nothing! I—I wasn’t—I mean, your face is just… really…” He flailed, gesturing vaguely. “Symmetrical?”

You raised an eyebrow, looking straight into his eyes. Jake could feel your judgment, but also your inquisitiveness.

Sometimes, you were just too good at guessing what he thought. It was as if his body was made of glass, see-through and transparent in front of you.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, covering his face. “I’m… concussed.”

“You’re not concussed, Jake."

“I could be.”

You smirked, leaning back on your hands.

As you grew quiet, you continued to admire the place that surrounded you. The valley sprawled beneath you, beautiful and strange. Hogwarts felt like a dream you couldn't ever imagine living in.

Jake’s voice softened. “Thanks. For saving my arse back there.”

“Anytime.”

“Even if I’m… y’know.” He gestured to himself. “A mess.”

You glanced at him. His hair was full of leaves, his robes torn, but his smile—small and hopeful—made your chest tighten.

With the smallest step between you and Jake, you took care of the leaves stuck on his hair and ruffled it then. With yet more warmth than ever, Jake felt a rush of dopamine crawling up his spine.

“Especially then,” you said with a simple smile.

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When you finally crept back into the castle, Filch’s shouts echoing somewhere distant, Jake nudged you with his elbow.

“Same time next week?”

“Only if you bring better snacks.”

He grinned, bright as the sunrise. “Deal.”

A smile crept across your face as you thought of going out again.

Maybe, you'll let this play a bit longer. After all, it is pure fun to see Jake unravel minute by minute.

EN—D

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ kai's notes — aahhhh!! i really wanted to write enha in hogwarts for so long and now iget to actually write them! hopefully yall like ittttt~

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Hey if their is anyone willing to write a fanfic about a harry potter isekai with the protag being names vega canopus black with bellatrix as his mother and for his father you can take creative liberty as to why his last name is black anyway she abondens him somwhere (you choose) where he is aware his name is vega and that he is a black he does not have acces to the wizerding world (you can make a more detailed plot) if you would make it a multi pov and i would love to see other thought of the events occuring aswell as his interaction with draco malfoy seeing as if was assumed he eould get the black seat

So ya if anyone is willing to write that would you send me the link?

Art for the fic The Sky Upon Shoulders

Six Fanarts Challenge: 3/6

Delphini Lestrange to one of my followers on Twitter  ❤️

I know, it's been a while, but I'm still working on this challenge. My apologies if she's different from the original Cursed Child version, but at least she's recognizable...?