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OMinis Gaunt again :3

The pain of book five being my favorite when it came out. Kreature becoming my favorite character and obsessing over the Black Family tapestry and tree; spending hours figuring out how Harry was related to Draco and then later to Ron. Only for people to think Kreature was a terrible ‘racist’ character to have as a favorite. Fast forward and now everyone wants to claim Regulus as their favorite, rewriting his own racist character and eventual betrayal of Voldemort, and leaving out Kreature’s importance to Regulus’ life.

SECOND MAIN CHARACTER 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛 Ah, Percival. Such a dream boy, but yet so confusing. Percival is another main character in my upcoming fanfic The Forgotten Six. He is a Ravenclaw, the only in his family. Which is actually quite sad, his entire family were all Slytherins. So him being a Ravenclaw and the youngest of 8 other prestigious Slytherins made him less noticeable to people like parents. His family was full of pure blood, his own mother and father warned him to never marry a muggle born, or a half-blood at that. Though, he does fall in love with quite a rebellious and curious muggle-born girl ( also a main character ;P ) Percy’s family was quite wealthy, he wasn’t the type to brag about it much though. He wasn’t a very loud or curious child. His parents were death eaters, no doubt about that. His parents thought he was too dumb to ever find out but Percy knew, at quite a young age too. Books occupied his imagination mostly. While his siblings would fight with each other and actually speak with one another, Percy kept to himself, only talked to himself, and was always just..by himself. Alone. That changed the moment he met the other chosen children. Maisie especially. Except they did not really start on good terms, for a while actually. Maisie always thought he was quite rude, snobby, a spoiled rich brat. ( FOR NOW ;) ) Though Percy was always alone, Maisie was right about one thing. He was quite rude and judgmental. It will change overtime. Now on the more info Percy has nice blonde hair, that was light but tinted with a golden honey color. He had freckles that covered both his cheeks and on top of his nose, like a bridge from ear to ear. His eyes were a nice crystal blue, almost like a foggy blue sky combined with a dangerous ocean. Percy is 6’1 with a more lean and skinny figure, some muscle but not super “jacked” up. He was born on December 23, 1969. Percy is British and a PureBlood. His Patronus is a wolf, like Maisie, he won’t understand why it’s a wolf for quite some time. His wand is made of black walnut, unicorn hair, 12 and ¾ wand with a flexibility as unyielding. VOICE CLAIM : Ferb from PHINEAS AND FERB …TRUST ME HIS VOICE IS JUST SO GOOD 🤤 Songs that kinda just scream Percy ( Throughout all 8 parts ) 4 MORE MAIN CHARACTERS TO GOOOO!! ( I’LL MAKE MORE CHARACTERS OTHER THEN JUST THE SIX OK..)

The Unforgivable Three

Why did I honestly forget how much I love Harry Potter😛

take me back to warner brothers studios 😔

Can we take a minute to think about what if Severus Snape took Harry in. What if Harry had looked like Lily? What if he wasn’t James Potters son? Would Sev had taken him in? Yes I am listening to Deathly Hallows and I am to Sev’s death and yes I got emotional.

04 Weirdly Interested ​Green and Gold | Chapter 04. Weirdly Interested Green and Gold Harry Potter fandom Slow Burn, Female OC & Draco Malfoy Ongoing / New Project Short description of the story: Hogwarts opens its doors to a new student at a time when the wizarding world is already beginning to crack beneath the weight of fear and prejudice. Forced to leave her past behind, Eve Ralitsa arrives at Hogwarts carrying secrets she would rather forget and wounds that refuse to heal. As she struggles to find her place among strangers, old loyalties, buried truths, and dangerous choices begin to blur the line between right and wrong. In a world divided by blood, power, and war, Eve must decide who she can trust and whether she truly belongs among those who seem determined to stand against her. But some battles are not fought with wands but begin in the heart. Song suggestion: Nocturnal Waltz by Johannes Bornlöf at * Over the last month, Eve had learned to follow a strict schedule just so she wouldn’t end up late for classes. No matter how beautiful Hogwarts was compared to her old school, she could have easily lived without the stairs. It took forever to get anywhere she wanted to go. But for someone who loved sunrise, mornings in the dungeons felt like a bad joke. This morning, however, she didn’t mind waking up so early. It was the weekend, and the castle waited to be explored. She liked to roam the grounds in that rare silence that only existed before breakfast. Rising from her bed she tried to make as little noise as possible. She was sure that her roommates wouldn’t be as eager to wake up at this hour as her. Even though they didn’t talk much, she liked sharing a room with the other girls. The little details like the bottle of perfume Pansy always used before leaving, or the day-to-day outfits draped carefully across a chair so it wouldn’t crease overnight made Eve smile. The room always smelled faintly of expensive shampoos and flowers. A few months ago, she doubted she would have noticed any of it. There was something oddly comforting about it all, as if femininity wasn’t something you simply had or didn’t, but something that could be learned. With a good morning stretch, she slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. As the shower steamed up the room, she began humming her favorite song. Mornings had always been her favorite time to sing. The sound of the water covered any off-key notes, and the familiarity of the routine brought her a strange sense of peace. After her birthday, something had shifted, and not in a dramatic way. She had grown tired of hiding behind her ordinary appearance. So now, standing in front of the mirror, she carefully dried her hair and straightened the last stubborn curl. Ever since she had abandoned her usual bun, she had felt strangely freer. Letting it down at all already felt like a step forward. And judging by the way people looked at her lately, the change hadn’t gone unnoticed. Pulling on a pair of comfortable jeans and a warm red shirt, Eve quietly left the dormitory. She carried her shoes and cloak into the Common Room and with her free arm she scooped Bootes up before he could begin his usual morning complaints. The kitten immediately started protesting anyway. “Stop complaining,” she whispered with a laugh as she sat down to put on her shoes. “You’re a cat. At this hour you’re supposed to be awake and full of energy.” Bootes answered with an offended meow that echoed through the empty Common Room. The sofa creaked as she stood up and grabbed her bag. Bootes hurried after his owner as she slipped out of the dungeons. Though she would have liked to have someone beside her on the walk to the Owlery, Eve couldn’t complain. Lately, the arguments between Hermione and Ron had become more than their usual bickering. Ever since Crookshanks had taken an interest in Scabbers, every conversation seemed to end in a fight. The tension lingered long after the arguments ended, leaving Harry quieter than usual whenever the four of them were together. Sometimes Eve found herself walking beside him in silence, the kind that didn’t feel peaceful anymore. Other times he filled it with talk about Divination, especially that Grim Trelawney had seen in their first lesson, as if repeating it enough times might make it less ridiculous. She still went to the Gryffindor Common Room now and then, but she rarely stayed long. The atmosphere felt strained, and she often found herself making excuses to leave early. So, most evenings ended the same way: back in her own Common Room, a book open somewhere between her hands and Pansy’s voice cutting through the space, Draco’s sarcasm somewhere in the background. It wasn’t like they were friends, but she was accepted in a way she still didn’t fully understand. Arriving at the Owlery, Eve handed her letter to one of the school owls. It had already become a rule to send her aunt a detailed summary of every week she spent at Hogwarts. This week she didn’t feel like she had much to say, but she knew Aunt Lilibeth would be happy to hear every little detail anyway. Not knowing where to go next, Eve lingered at the edge of the tower, watching the castle’s grounds stretch out beneath her. Then movement near the Quidditch pitch caught her attention. She could have sworn that at this ridiculous hour she would be the only one wandering around the grounds, but apparently, judging by the flashes of red robes, the Gryffindors took their training very seriously. Laughing to herself, Eve hurried down the stairs, her hair flying behind as she skipped some to arrive quicker at the bottom. By the time she reached the grounds, the pitch had somehow turned into a finish line for both her and Bootes, who looked more than ready to prove what real energy meant. Out of breath, she stopped just outside the pitch and glanced once more at the pale morning sky. The closer she got, the clearer she could see Harry, who looked exhausted. He yawned so much and so dramatically that Eve was convinced he would fall asleep the second his head will touched a pillow. She waved at him energetically as she stepped onto the pitch, laughing. Her laughter, however, was cut short by a boy marching straight toward her. “The pitch is ours! Tell Flint to stop sending his little spies, alright?” The boy’s tone made Eve instinctively take a step back. Not because she was scared, but because she couldn’t believe someone had actually implied she would willingly report anything to that idiot. “Easy, Oliver. She’s Harry’s girlfriend,” came a sleepy voice from somewhere behind her. Turning her head, Eve spotted Fred, who somehow looked even sleepier than Harry. “She’s not— I mean she is but n-not like that— we’re friends. Just friends.” Harry climbed awkwardly off his broom and walked over, clearly losing the battle against his own legs. Ignoring him entirely, Eve crossed her arms and looked back at Oliver, waiting. Their eyes were stuck in a staring competition that the girl wasn’t willing to lose. Not after such grave accusations. “What are you even doing here at this hour?” Oliver asked after a moment, glancing between her and Harry. “I didn’t exactly leave the castle thinking, ‘Hm, yes! Perfect morning for my early shift as a professional spy.’ I just happened to see you lot flying around and thought I’d come support Harry. I had no idea the pitch required approval from you personally ,” Eve scoffed, turning on her heel. It was too early in the morning to argue anyway. “Stay. I mean— if you want, you can stay. Right, Oliver?” Harry said quickly. When Eve turned to face Harry, she saw the captain already walking away, leaving the boy standing awkwardly in his place. She could still hear Oliver muttering something under his breath about Slytherins supporting Gryffindors, but she only rolled her eyes at the stereotype. “It wasn’t necessary, Harry. I just wanted to see what was going on, that’s all.” But he only smiled and jogged back toward the rest of the team. And so, Eve’s morning passed watching the Gryffindor team train. Watching was a generous word. With a cat in her lap and a book in her hands, she barely paid attention. Still, every time she looked up, she somehow always caught Harry already looking at her. In response Eve only quickly dropped her eyes back to her book, shifting her scarf higher around her face to hide the sudden, uncomfortable warmth in her cheeks. After a while she became completely absorbed in her book, curled beneath her cloak, which matched surprisingly well with the scarf that covered half her face. “Do you want to go to breakfast?” Harry’s sudden appearance beside her made her jump, startling Bootes enough that he nearly slid off her lap. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you… or him. I thought you heard me coming.” “It’s okay,” Eve laughed softly, slipping a green ribbon between the pages. “I could use some warmth anyway. Or… we could.” said the girl as she stood up letting Bootes follow them at his own pace. Harry walked beside her as they left the pitch. “I’m sorry about Oliver. It’s his last year and he really wants to win. I think after so many losses, he’s become allergic to green and silver. No offence.” “None taken. I’m not really into Quidditch anyway. In our Common Room it’s all anyone talks about. Listening to Flint, you’d think he had Krum on the team… and then you turn around and see Draco’s face.” Harry laughed so suddenly and so genuinely that Eve laughed too. She hadn’t heard him laugh like that in a long time. Something had changed, and she wasn’t sure she liked this version of Harry who always seemed to be trying too hard to be perfect. “Yeah. I really want to see his face when I beat him in our first match. No offence… again.” Eve only nudged his shoulder in a playful way, before taking his arm as they walked back up the hill toward the castle. By the time they reached the Great Hall, students were already loud and full of life, ready for the weekend. Eve had almost forgotten they were supposed to go to Hogsmeade that day, so the noise suddenly made sense. “Where were you? I woke up and you were gone,” Ron said, already piling food onto his plate. Then he looked up. “Oh. Hi, Eve. What are you two doing awake this early?” The last question made him stop and glance between them. “You know..we were at the pitch,” Harry answered, turning a little redder than usual. Eve was beginning to suspect it wasn’t just because of the cold. Curious what else Harry would say, she looked at him while peeling off layer after layer of clothes and placing them beside her. Under Ron’s increasingly suspicious stare, Harry continued. “Oliver dragged me into training this morning and then Eve just… appeared out of nowhere. Actually, what were you doing there? I meant at that hour?” “I was sending a letter when I saw you from the Owlery,” Eve said calmly as she sat beside Ron. “I was planning to find somewhere to read, but this turned out to be better company.” “Forget reading,” Ron said through a mouthful of food. “I can’t wait to go to Hogsmeade. It’s going to be brilliant.” “Where’s Hermione? She said she needed some parchments and quills,” Eve asked noticing that Ron merely shrugged. Eve didn’t push further. With these two, you never really knew where they stood with each other anymore. One day they acted normal, the next they looked ready to stop speaking altogether. So, not having much else to say, Eve simply began putting together her usual breakfast. “I just hope I can convince McGonagall to sign my permission slip…” Harry said quietly, moving his cereal around his bowl. “I’d like to come with you.” Eve only gave him a sympathetic look and let the conversation fade. She let all the noise fill her ears. Sitting there in the middle of the Great Hall while everyone talked over each other, listening to the occasional burst of laughter and the constant noise of cutlery and movement was an escape in this moment. When they finished breakfast and headed toward the entrance hall, they found Hermione already waiting near the stairs. She looked exhausted and Eve didn’t want to startle her since she seemed completely lost in thoughts. Lately that image had become more and more common, much to Eve’s dislike. Between all her classes and the endless arguments over Crookshanks and Scabbers, Hermione looked like someone who had forgotten what resting felt like. “Oh, hi. I didn’t see you there,” Hermione said, quickly getting up to join them. “Sorry. I think I overslept.” Eve noticed the way she forced herself to smile. “Do you want me to get you at least some biscuits? You must be hungry.” But Hermione shook her head almost immediately. “No, I’m okay.” Eve didn’t insist. Hermione had been brushing things off more often lately anyway, and she doubted a biscuit would fix whatever was keeping her awake. As they started walking again, someone brushed roughly against Eve’s shoulder. She turned just in time to see Goyle hurrying ahead without so much as a glance back, clearly trying to catch up with Malfoy. Sometimes Eve genuinely thought those two boys existed for no other reason than to follow Draco around and cast a larger shadow. She didn’t particularly like them and honestly couldn’t point to one exact reason why. Without saying anything, they continued walking and left Harry behind to negotiate with Professor McGonagall. Still, judging by the way he eventually came back toward them, shoulders lower than before, Eve already knew how it had gone. “You guys go,” Harry said. “I can’t without that stupid permission slip.” Even if his voice sounded casual, disappointment was written all over his face. For a brief moment, Eve felt something heavy settle in her chest. Maybe because staying with one disappointed friend sounded better than spending hours trapped between Ron and Hermione while they silently pretended everything was fine, she heard herself saying. “I’ll stay too!” Everyone looked at her. “I’ll keep you company, Harry. I already saw the village when I went with Draco anyway. It’s not like I desperately need anything.” She stepped closer and took Harry by the arm, smiling brightly enough that nobody would question her sudden decision. Only after she did it did she realize she hadn’t actually thought this through. Spending an entire afternoon with Harry sounded simple enough in theory. In practice, this version of Harry had become strangely difficult to be alone with. Not because he was unpleasant, but merely just because lately every conversation seemed to run out after ten minutes and leave behind one of those awkward silences neither of them knew how to fill. As they said goodbye and watched the others disappear toward the gates, a familiar voice drifted across the entrance hall. “Oh look. Ralitsa and Potter are staying behind together.” Draco’s tone carried easily through the silence of the courtyard. “How romantic. Someone calls Creevey, he’ll want a picture. What’s next? Some snogging in the corridors?” Crabbe and Goyle were snickering behind him, nudging each other like toddlers who had just learned a dirty word. Eve would normally have ignored it, but something about that laugh made irritation rise in her chest faster than usual. “What, Draco? Upset you weren’t invited?” she turned around to face him, managing to catch the attention of some students that stood nearby. “Stay, be my guest! I’ll even leave you two to have some moments alone, since you seem weirdly interested.” His friends shifted immediately, taking half a step forward before Draco stopped them with a small movement of his hand. “No need, Ralitsa.” His eyes flickered briefly toward Harry before returning to her with his upper lip lifted in disgust. “You can keep enjoying yourself. Pathetic anyway. I wouldn’t give up any of my days for this Scarhead.” For a moment she thought he would continue. There was something strange in the way he looked at her, like he had started a sentence in his head and decided against finishing it. Instead, he only turned, nudged Harry aside with his shoulder and kept walking. With that the three Slytherins crossed the courtyard and disappeared. Eve remained where she was with her fists tightened enough around her wand for her knuckles to pale. Usually, she didn’t care about Draco’s remarks, usually she rolled her eyes and moved on. But this time, for reasons she couldn’t explain, she felt irrationally angry. Before she could decide to run after him and cast a hex, Harry gently caught her by the shoulders and guided her away. “Don’t mind him,” Harry said with a shrug. “He’s just Malfoy.” *** Spending time with Harry wasn’t as bad as Eve had expected. It wasn’t as good as she had imagined either, but she couldn’t really complain. As they walked aimlessly, the two friends found themselves standing on the wooden bridge, staring out at the landscape stretching beyond Hogwarts. “So…” Harry started after a while, trying to fill the silence. He shifted his weight, looking anywhere but at her. “How is the difference between life at home and here? Is Bulgaria really that different?” Eve was already tired of that question. She had been answering it since her arrival. Instead of replying immediately, she kept her eyes on the distance just as a crow appeared, flying straight toward her. With a practiced motion, she caught the letter out of the air, only to let it slip from her fingers a second later, falling into the water below. Harry watched it drop into the lake with a deep frown. “Have you ever wondered what those letters say?” he asked carefully, stepping a bit closer but hesitant to press too hard. “I don’t mean to pry, but… you never even open them.” Eve looked ahead. She turned her back to him, leaning over the wooden railing to watch the letter dissolve in the water. “Because I don’t need to,” she said after some moments of silence, her voice dropping to a softer, almost tired whisper “I already know what he has to say anyway.” She rubbed her thumb over the cold wood of the bridge before she turned around to face the boy. She didn’t want to sound harsh, but she couldn’t help the defensive edge in her tone. “I think the real question on your mind is whether my Boggart has anything to do with them, and why is so important to me to destroy them immediately.” She had enough of this new way people acted around her. The whispers, the looks, as if she was going to explode at any moment. Ever since Lupin’s lesson, people had become interested in all the wrong things. No one ever asked her directly, but she could see them watching her every move, guessing and waiting. At this point, she almost respected people who simply said what they wanted to know. Harry’s cheeks went red immediately, the color creeping up to his ears. "It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me,” He muttered, quickly looking down at his shoes. Eve looked back over the lake, her expression softening slightly. "It’s not that, it’s just…” After a pause, she decided to continue with a faint smile. “It’s just an old friend. Or what I thought was a friend. Now he’s just someone who can’t understand that we don’t live by the same beliefs anymore.” She took a soft breath, looking back at Harry with an expression that tried very hard to seem completely unfazed. “Honestly, it’s in the past for me. I’ve moved on, even if he hasn’t. And I’d really appreciate it if everyone else here didn’t act just like him, refusing to let it drop.” Silence fell between them again, but this time, it was filled with the weight of her words. Harry opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it, his eyes softening as he took in the meaning of her words. He gave a quiet, understanding nod, the tension between them finally beginning to ease. Eve watched him, and the bitterness she felt after speaking about her past was slowly replaced by a sudden, sharp pang of guilt. She had been so wrapped up in her own frustration, so sure that everyone was out to learn about her mistakes, that she had completely missed what was right in front of her. Harry was in the same place as her. “Harry,” she spoke up, her voice much softer now, losing all its previous defense. He looked up, blinking behind his glasses. “What’s actually on your mind? I’ve seen you back at breakfast, and on the Quidditch pitch looking like you’re always too catch in your own mind to even think straight.” Harry stiffened slightly, gazing ahead before looking back at her. For a moment, she thought he would shrug it off with a usual silence, so the sound of his voice caught her off guard. “It’s… it’s stupid,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just that everyone thinks I’m losing my mind over Divination. Ron thinks Trelawney is just an old crazy prick, and Hermione thinks the whole subject is a fraud. But…” He swallowed hard, his grip tightening on the wooden railing. “The Grim. The giant dog she saw in my cup. I didn’t tell them, because they’d think I’m paranoid, but… it wasn’t the first time I saw it.” Eve shifted closer, her attention entirely locked on him, putting away her own opinion on the subject of Divination. “What do you mean?” “The night I ran away from my aunt and uncle’s house,” Harry whispered, his voice barely carrying over the wind. “Before the Knight Bus arrived. I was sitting on the pavement in the dark, and I saw it. A huge black dog, with eyes like glowing coals, hiding in the shadows. It felt… wrong, Eve. Like a bad omen. And then Trelawney said it means death, and now every time I’m alone, I find myself looking for it.” He looked at her then, probably expecting a reaction similar to his friends’. But she didn’t find anything funny in his confession. She understood what it felt like to be hunted by something you couldn’t quite see, to have a shadow of fear stretching above all your life. “You’re not losing your mind,” she said softly, reaching out. But before she could say more, a movement past his shoulder caught her attention. Someone was approaching them from the castle at an unhurried pace. Harry turned too, surprised to see Professor Lupin. “Good afternoon, you two,” Lupin said warmly, his gentle voice instantly taking the cold edge off the autumn wind. He gave them an understanding look, as if sensing he had walked into a private moment. “How come you’re not having butterbeer in Hogsmeade with everyone else?” “Good afternoon, Professor,” Harry said, clearing his throat, his face instantly locking back into its usual expression. “I… well, I can’t go, and Eve—” But the girl already shook her head lightly to signal that it was fine. She looked between the two of them and immediately understood that this was becoming one of those situations that weren’t meant to have a third person standing nearby. The quiet, unspoken understanding between Harry and his professor was clear. Besides, her mind was buzzing with what Harry had just told her making her yarn for space to process it. “I should get back inside anyway,” Eve offered with a polite smile. As she passed Harry, she gave his arm a small, reassuring squeeze. “See you at dinner, Harry. Professor.” Leaving them behind, she walked back across the bridge, the October air suddenly feeling much colder than before. Without knowing where to go, Eve found herself wandering back toward the Slytherin dungeons, though the heavy silence of the underground didn’t appeal to her either. She expected the common room to be mostly empty, knowing that the village would manage to keep students wandering around until dinner. Save for a few younger students whispering in a corner, it was still quiet. The greenish light filtering through the windows that looked directly into the Black Lake felt suffocating. As she took a seat beside the fire, her mind wasn’t on the book in her hands, but much more on how she could have been so blinded by her own frustration not to notice Harry’s problem. Maybe she did notice, but managed to turn it all about herself, which made her feel even worse. Tired of looking at the page without actually reading, she squeezed her eyes tight while shutting the book. As she leaned back, she looked around the room for an escape from her thoughts. As her eyes caught the old piano sitting sadly in a corner, she walked over to it. Sitting down on the cold bench, she took a deep breath. It felt strange to see the room from this perspective; it seemed overwhelmingly larger than it did from her usual spots. After she made sure the others weren’t paying attention to her, she returned her gaze to the piano. She hadn’t played it ever since her dad died, because of all the memories it held for her. As she lifted the heavy lid, revealing the yellowed ivory keys, she remembered how the man had told her to always play when she felt down, saying he would be with her. It was an old promise made to a scared eleven-year-old, one that now felt like it belonged to another lifetime. For a long moment, she just stared at them, her thumb rubbing over the cold edge of the wood, much like she had done on the bridge. Then, she closed her eyes, pressing a single chord. The sound echoed deep and melancholy through the high-arched room as she began to play.* It wasn’t a cheerful melody, but a classical, intricate piece she knew from her father. She could feel the few people present looking at her, but she let herself be carried away by the sound. Her whole body felt a bit warmer, and her mind lighter. Right then, she made the decision to find Harry and apologize for her prejudices. By the time she finished, the room had grown significantly louder, and a few older students had returned, watching her from the leather sofas with quiet, unreadable expressions. Eve didn’t mingle too much to this attention she received. She closed the lid, took her book, and headed up to the Great Hall for dinner. Dinner passed in a blur of loud voices, and because it was a Halloween festive feast, she found herself sitting between her housemates. But her eyes kept drifting toward the Gryffindor table, where Harry was sitting between Ron and Hermione, who were still actively ignoring each other. He caught her eye once and gave her a small, grateful nod. Eve smiled back, the guilt over her previous attitude still lingering. After returning to her bed, Eve couldn’t sleep again as she stared up at her green canopy. This kind of night felt more usual than she cared to admit. She couldn’t help it; whenever she closed her eyes, she saw those brown eyes again. With a tired sigh, she wrapped her body in the blanket and slipped out of bed, leaving Bootes curled up on her pillow. She walked out into the common room, hoping the cold air would clear her head. She knew she would regret it tomorrow when she had to go to classes, but right now, it didn’t matter. As she was settling into her usual spot, a sharp, cold voice cut through the silence, accompanied by the sound of quick steps. Eve gasped, pulling her blanket tighter around her as the silhouette of Professor Snape stopped in the middle of the room. “And what, pray tell, keeping you awake at this ungodly hour?” he murmured, his voice cutting through the silence of the common room like a blade. His dark eyes locked onto hers, heavy and piercing. Eve wanted to move, yet she felt completely paralyzed under the weight of that hypnotic glare. “I had assumed that even within the comfort of your own house… you could comprehend the concept of bedtime.” “Professor, I-I couldn’t sleep,” she stammered, instinctively standing up. But her sentence died away as the Professor turned his back to her, raising his wand to his throat. “Slytherin prefects… you are to gather your houses immediately and escort them to the Great Hall. I expect everyone there without a moment’s delay,” his voice resonated, unnaturally loud and chillingly clear, amplified by a spell Eve could not name. His dark gaze swept over the room, leaving no doubt that hesitation would be severely punished. “Move. Now.” In the commotion that followed, Snape threw her one last unreadable glance before turning around, making his black cloak billow in the air. The common room filled up in a single second, and Eve felt completely overwhelmed. Falling into line with the rest of her classmates, she wondered what on earth could have happened to cause such an uproar. Ascending the stairs toward the Great Hall, she could see that most of the portraits were empty, or filled with people who looked terrified. Eve overheard an older girl asking a woman in a painting, who stood against a forest background, what had happened. The response of the woman in the portrait, however, was not easily ignored. “Sirius Black…He slashed the portrait…The Fat Lady is gone…” she shrieked in total panic. This cry did nothing but spark a second wave of chaos. The moment the words registered in Eve’s head, a wave of cold dread crashed over her. Her first instinct was to think of Harry and the others. Especially Harry, who was probably terrified and more convinced than ever that the Grim was his omen. As she walked with the crowd, she found herself inside the Great Hall. All the house tables had vanished, replaced by hundreds of purple sleeping bags spread across the floor. Teachers were shouting directions, trying to organize the chaos. The moment the prefects’ attention shifted to Dumbledore, Eve broke away. She didn’t look for the Slytherin section; she knew their aptitudes would make them preserve their own safety. Her eyes scanned the sea of panicked faces, frantically searching for a messy nest of jet-black hair. She spotted him near the far wall, already laying out his sleeping bag beside Ron and a pale, exhausted Hermione. Harry looked completely stunned, his eyes wide as he stared at the ceiling, likely thinking the exact same thing she was. Eve went straight to him. She carefully dropped to her knees beside his sleeping bag, disregarding the confused, suspicious stare Ron threw her way. “Guys, are you ok?,” she breathed out, her voice sounding raspy. Harry turned his head, surprised to see her there, his cheeks flushing red instantly. “Eve? What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be with—” “Oh, can you shut up?” she said, rolling her eyes at this nonsense with the Houses. She could finally breathe normally again now that it seemed he was fine. Maybe a bit startled, but fine. “Is that really your priority right now?” Eve pulled a sleeping bag closer, positioning herself right between Hermione and Harry. The two of them watched her with wide eyes as she made herself comfortable, lying on her back and looking up at the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall. She wasn’t sure if the sky outside really looked like that or if the professors had exaggerated the stars just to distract the students, but it looked divine. Letting the air escape her chest, she looked with a smile at Hermione, then at Harry and last at Ron who was already half asleep. She took one of each of the closest hands in hers and gave them a reassuring squeeze. She knew these weren’t the most peaceful conditions, but she was grateful to have people to worry about, and who would worry about her in return. Hermione turned away from her, probably too tired to say anything else, but Harry’s fingers were ice cold, his grip tightening around hers like her touch could solve all his problems. The lights in the Great Hall flickered and dimmed, casting the massive room into deep shadow. The whispers of the other students eventually turned into soft breathing and snores, but neither Eve nor Harry said another word. She just sat there in the dark, her thumb gently tracing soothing circles over the back of his hand, keeping the bad thoughts away. Letting the silence settle around her, for the first time in months, Eve felt like she could breathe a little easier. New Chapter coming soon I hope you enjoy this chapter. I’ve finally settled on a posting schedule. I’ll be trying to upload every Tuesday and Friday here and on Wattpad as well. I have some fresh ideas for what’s coming next, and I’m excited to start building them out properly. I also spent some time planning how many chapters the Prisoner of Azkaban arc will have, and I can say I’m satisfied with how it’s shaping up. In that process I swear I changed the events in this chapter about five times to the point I can barely reread it anymore, so I really hope it still makes sense Yours always, IvoryIn k🖤

The beauty of Quidditch.

Ok I just do the love trend with my oc, Maggie Grindelwald, if you like it I can do it with Tom Riddle…

These are just sketches of my two favorite Slytherins (although of course I have a preference for Ominis) and to show that Sebastian’s side quest ends in a really messed up way.

Escudos Estuve un tiempo sin actualizar, pero no perdí el tiempo; pronto traeré un poco de la historia que he estado escribiendo sobre las escuelas. Pero por mientras, aquí el primer diseño de los escudos de las escuelas. ¿Cuál les gusta más? Imagenes hecho con IA.

shoutout to hogwartishere for being the most peak website ever

it’s OWL season bitches lock tf in

Mister Wood 😮‍💨

the pain of watching them live is hard to carry. (I would always sacrifice their life for your happiness) Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter (maybe ship maybe not) 1566 words. On A03 Hogwarts, fifth year. Neville just watched Harry’s godfather die. Well a few hours ago but the timing was a little skewed, lots of adrenaline. The cruciatus curse was painful. No joke. Neville has too much of a connection to that spell. It’s like an abusive relative. And Neville has one of those too, even if he pretends what he’s gone through was normal for a guy who was thought to be a squib the first 7 years of his life. Almost becoming regulus black the sequel is not normal Nev. Either way. He split himself away from all the adults. There was most likely a fireplace in the department of mysteries and he wasn’t waiting for them to be ready. He wants to keep harry safe. Walking through the department of mysteries he walked through one of the too many identical doors. The room was almost completely black. The only thing he could see was a lonely fireplace with a little bag of floo powder next to it. Exactly what he needs. But when he stepped inside the door behind him shut, his want to go back to Hogwarts had trapped him inside of a dark room. He now knows that is going to show him everything he didn’t want to know. How close he really was to all the pain his family had endured. Another step all he could hear was screaming. So he covered his ears, not that it helped, in front of him was where the screaming came from, a vision of his parents getting tortured. He never saw it personally. He can’t bear it. He took another step. The prophecy appeared in front of him but it wasn’t read. Instead he was shown the prophecy. Probably because his hands were still over his ears. It. Could’ve. Been. Him. Neville took another step. He saw more. Dumbledore and Harry. Harry was asking about Neville’s parents. Neville believes this was fourth year because of Harry’s hair. Neville didn’t know he knew. Not until this year. He thought he didn’t know. What. Neville took another step. Harry’s dads death. Nope. Another. Harry’s mother’s death. Absolutely not. Another. Dumbledore and Severus. They were talking about harry. He was going to die. He needed to. “NO!” Neville sobbed taking another step just to get rid of it. He looked in front of him. He made it to the fireplace. The room was lightened up and he had a book in his hand. He did not care he just wanted to go and sleep in his bed. Grabbing a handful of floo powder he got out of there. He stepped out of the fireplace to what seems to be an argument. He didn’t want to go into Dumbledores office but ‘hogwarts castle’ is a very vague term for a place with a good 20 fireplaces. And probably more floo spots. Neville wiped his tears as he watched. Harry was very upset, something Neville doesn’t like to see. The black haired boy wears a smile nicer. “THEN I DON’T WANT TO BE HUMAN!” Harry was breaking everything around him. Neville can’t see himself surviving doing that, but he has a strict grandmother. Dumbledore was watching. Neville doesn’t see himself trusting that man anymore. He doesn’t see himself trusting many people anymore, what they hide can be unforgivable.. Harry’s tearful gaze moves to him “Neville?” He sobs. He still seems angry, just not at Neville. Actually he seems more calm now that he knows of the other boy’s presence. Dumbledore looked at Neville. “Mr Longbottom, weren’t you supposed to be with Mr lupin or another adult. How did you get back alone.?” “Bhere’s fireplaces in bhe debarbment of mysberies” his nose was still broken, don’t ask him to speak clearly. Ts are hard to pronounce OKAY?! Neville glared up at the old man. Neville sniffled or at least tried. He walked towards the door. “Mr Longbottom. Might I ask if you had seen anything? The department of mysteries can show a few things that can be unpleasant.” “Ib raber nob be inberrogabed by you.” Neville answers. Harry looks at him tiredly “he’s not going to open the door until you answer, Ive tried to leave too.” Harry grumbled. Neville stared at the door like it’s the reason he’s like this. “Gib me your wanb harry.” Neville holds out his hand “I wouldn’t recommend giving your want to a guy who cannot say 'stupify’ at the moment, mr potter.” Dumbledore spoke up. Whether that’s because he actually cares that Neville won’t blow himself up by mispronouncing something or because he knows Neville has grown since fourth year Neville would never know. Nor would he care. “I’m gonna use a nonverbal sbell, bank you.” Neville smirked taking Harry’s wand and using a spell on the door. It unlocked. Dumbledore seemed surprised. “That was a pretty strong locking spell. I’m impressed, Mr Longbottom.” He smiled. Neville took Harry’s wrist and walked out going towards the hospital wing. “I’ll geb your godfabher back, harry.” Neville told Harry. Harry looked surprised “how?” He asked the other boy. “I know someone” he answered vaguely. Death is a very hard thing to master and if you want to take something you have to give something back of equal value. Neville has two lives of high value so he can take two lives back. By the two lives of equal value he means his parents. He may get in trouble but watching them live like that is more painful than watching someone die. They are in pain and are better off dead. His gran does not seem to get that. The next day with a newly fixed nose, not brain, he walks to a specific person’s room and knocks on the door. It had been answered by a friend, their name was Dove and they seemed to be only good at the one thing he needs, necromancy. “Dove, I want you to bring two people back to life.” He told them. Dove looked confused “who might you be killing in return, can’t be selfish when talking to death you’d be getting inferi.” Dove smiled, letting him in. Neville looked at the floor “I’m sacrificing my parents. I want Sirius Orion Black and James Fleamont Potter revived..” he spoke quietly. Dove nodded quietly, grabbing a large staff. “Are you sure? You cannot reverse this decision.” They asked. “Never been more.” Neville answered, more ready than ever. Dove started the spell, the moon on the staff moving, it became windy in the room, posters moving wildly, dove was concentrated. Neville almost fell over. But he was caught by someone. Which was weird because dove was like three steps away from him. Everything stopped and Dove collapsed, sleeping soundly. Neville reminded himself that was normal for dove, they were fine. Neville looked up, the man holding him was wearing pajamas, he looked like he just woke up after a very long sleep. Neville suddenly heard “JAMES?!” be yelled from the other side of the room the yell came from Sirius Black. Neville stepped away from the decently aged man (James) as Sirius tackled him. James laughed and hugged him back all “I did was grab some eldritch horrors hand and now I’m back!?” James smiled widely Neville walked over to the blonde haired person, picking them up and placing them in bed. Dove let out a small hum, smiling into their pillow. Neville looked at the two men. “Sirius, you’re free but presumed dead.” Neville told him. Sirius looked surprised. Scratching the back of his head with a nod “right, right. That’s going to be awkward.” “Oh, you don’t know awkward until you know the consequences of my actions.” Neville smiled fearfully. Sirius looked concerned James also stared at him, more quiet than he ever has been in his life. “I technically just killed my parents to bring you two back..” Neville laughed awkwardly. James and Sirius started immediately rambling on asking why and how stupid he is. Neville let them “you should both go say hi to your son.” Neville deflected. “Oh by the way he kinda looks like you but less.. happy.” Neville told James as he walked out of his friends room “just take me to him, kid.” James told him. “My name’s Neville Frank Longbottom.” Neville told him. Walking out and towards the hospital wing. When he walked in pomfrey immediately ran up asking where he went and yelling at him because he was still under the aftereffects of the cruciatus curse. Neville did not care. James looked around with Sirius. Pomfrey watched them with shock and confusion. Harry watched Neville. “You’re welcome.” Neville told Harry. “How.” “I’ll tell you later.” Neville told Harry. By later he meant tomorrow. He sat on his bed in the hospital wing staring at a letter he knew too well was coming. It told him that his parents had died. Harry walked over and looked at the letter. “Mysterious circumstances?” Harry mused. Neville looked at him with a small smile. “Hi, my name is mysterious circumstances, and that’s how James and Sirius came back.” Neville joked. Harry did not laugh he just looked up at him, shocked “why?” “the pain of watching them live is hard to carry, I would always sacrifice their life for your happiness.” Neville answered Harry’s question.

Cherish: *Pulls Tallbot after her* What is your problem!? Cherish: *Turns to him* Why are you being so rude to Pieter!? Tallbot: *Looks away* Cherish: *Stares at him, clutching her dress* Cherish: Know what…FINE!! *Takes out the hair clip he gave her, throwing it at his chest* Be like that! Cherish: I know you’re a lone bird but you don’t get to treat people like how you did Pieter.. Tallbot; I wanted to ask you to the dance- Cherish: Save it! It’s too late! *Lifts her dress, hurrying away* I don’t want to hear it! Ben; Tallbot..? Orion: *Looks towards where Cherish went* Cherish..? Andre: Merlin’s beard… Penny; Tallbot, what happened! Merula: What did you do, Winger!? Barnaby: Cherish! *Hurries after the girl with Rath, Chiara and Liz* ~~~~~ Cherish: *Sobs, sitting down by the courtyard fountain, throwing her heels away* Cherish: *Buries her face into her dress* Barnaby; Cherish! *Hurries over, sitting beside her* Chiara: Oh..Cherish..we saw what happened.. Rath: *Sits beside Cherish, hugging her tight* Calm down. Cherish: *Sobs, clinging to Rath* Rath: *Pats her back* Chiara: I’ll go get Billy, he’ll take Cherish to the Gryffindor Tower Barnaby: Okay.. Chiara: *Hurries away* Liz: *Kneels down* It’s alright, Cherry.. Cherish: *Closes her eyes, her hands trembling*

thoughts while i work on my kuromelo tt and fanfics (i could do that forever lwk), how would yall feel if i made a drastoria fanfic?? not necessarily a question to my current followers, but would anyone read it? i have a few ideas, but idk if i should go thru with it and just continue with my yuri slop. lwk just posting to the void rn

FIRST MAIN CHARECTER 𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚣 The heroic muggle-born witch. Maisie is a quite interesting girl. She is one of the “leaders” and the only Gryffindor in the prophecy for The Forgotten Six ( my upcoming fanfic!!! ) ( not canon obvi just my upcoming fanfic, please don’t take it the wrong way-) Maisie, at the time, lives in a small town in California. For many others at Hogwarts, they think she lives in a beach town and has a total surfer cowabunga kinda vibe but really she lives in a town no one really quite knows about. She liked it that way, mysterious. She didn’t have many friends living in that town, mainly because that town was so small and most of the kids there grew up with each other, whether that was during summer break or school. So Maisie was a loner during summer break, but quite a known child when at Hogwarts. After all, she is one of the chosen ones. Maisie does have a love interest in this story! Yet they are 100% an enemies to lovers type of deal. I will not reveal who this lover boy is..but he is one of the other chosen students for the prophecy. Unlike her, he’s colder, like a sheep in wolf’s clothing. Anywho. A little more description of Maisie. She has very nice chocolate-y brown wavy curls. Her eyes are also a nice amber-ish brown. Her skin is a decent golden tan, many moles on her body. She is half white and hispanic. She is also the first witch in her family. Born August 1, 1970. She has a younger brother, Will, but he won’t join Hogwarts until Maisie is in her third year. Their parents are decent people, who “just want the best for her”, but they won’t know about the prophecy until her last year at Hogwarts. Maisie is a mixture of being a spunky child and a curious one, she has strength in her heart, she cares about her peers deeply, but she is one serious rager. One of her worst parts about her rage is that she gets angry at things or actions that aren’t right. It truly shows her extroverted side of her. Making her a “popular” kid once getting older. Maisie’s Patronus is a doe, yet for awhile she didn’t quite understand how or why it was a doe. Her wand is made of holly wood, combined with a dragon heartstring, its length is around 12.5 inches and the flexibility is whippy and swishy. VOICE CLAIM : Moana - from…Moana ( DISNEY ) Songs that kinda show off Maisie (THROUGHOUT ALL 8 BOOKS )