Preference #24- Weddings


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modern dumbledore’s army (insp.)

honoring their past gay professor albus dumbledore who was killed in street fight, these teens call themselves “dumbledore’s army.” living in an oppressive society where the lgbt community is not accepted, they fight for equal rights and start rebellions. each member plays a vital role in keeping this organization afloat - without one another, they could not make an impact they do today.

harry potter - openly gay leader. wanted by the fuzz. in love with draco malfoy. creator of the d.a. 

ron weasley -  the right-hand man. strategist. supporter. the glue. the muscle.

hermione granger - the brain. deceptive to the other side. focused. determined.

neville longbottom - the heart. d.a’s recruiter. dedicated. lover.

luna lovegood -  the spirit. openly bisexual. optimistic. hopeful. 

ginny weasley - the rebel. outspoken. aggressive. on the front line. 

draco malfoy - the wildcard. the double agent - truly on the side of the d.a. in love with harry potter. 

hermionemollycharliepond asked:

ok so Dean and Seamus are getting married and Harry, Ron and Neville are best men (i can't choose between them) so they have to throw them a stag party

Haha this is appropriately timed

  • As soon as the gay marriage law passed through Ireland, Seamus proposed to Dean (or vice versa, I haven’t quite decided)
  • Of course, the answer was yes
  • The pair of them decided to announce the news to the DA through the coins that they knew everyone still carried since Hogwarts
  • Soon enough, owls came bursting into their flat with news of congratulations (and a few letters saying something along the lines of “Dammit! ___ said ___ would propose and now I owe them 5 Sickles! But really mate, congratulations”)
  • Dean and Seamus met up with the Trio (plus spouses and Neville) for dinner one night and asked Harry, Ron, and Neville to all be best men
  • “We can’t choose between you. It’s not that big a deal anyway since there’ll be so many tuxes in the wedding party to begin with.”
  • Of course, they all said yes and immediately, Ron decided he wanted to be in charge of the stag party
  • Up until he realized that that would mean loads of dancing half-naked men
  • “Who all wants to see that?”
  • Well, he ultimately gave in because it was about the grooms, not the wedding party
  • In order to make things less awkward for everyone else, Ron had Hermione make some illusion glasses that people could choose to put on if they would rather see women
  • Harry and Ginny worked on the food because he didn’t care if it was a stag party, he was not going to eat some suspicious food that came from a Chinese restaurant
  • Neville was in charge of the drinks
  • As he was into Herbology, he had been experimenting with some plants in order to find something that yielded a stronger kick in alcohol
  • He not only brought Firewhiskey, Butterbeer, and some Muggle vodka, but he also brought the drink of his own creation, yet unnamed
  • After all the planning, the stag night arrived and it was immediately a disaster
  • The dancers never showed up
  • The food had been eaten by all the kids
  • And Seamus had caught the flu
  • But everyone else showed up so they just ended up ordering pizza, drinking, and betting on sports matches (Quidditch AND Muggle football) on the television
  • It was a great night and there were a few people who got invited after they realized what kind of night they would be having
  • In addition to all the males that were already present, Luna, Ginny, Hermione, Katie Bell, and a few other ladies showed up
  • When everyone woke up, at least 10 people were pissed at Neville because his drink had caused the mother of all hangovers

I had fun with this one lol

Preference 4# - The disney film you two watch

Harry: Tarzan - Harry absolutely loved this film, you never questioned him about it but you assumed it had something to do with the fact tarzan had no parents either.

Ron: Mulan - It started off as your favourite film and ron was reluctant to watch, but he coukdnt deny that mushu was hilarious and ended up really enjoying it  

Draco: Tangled -the pair of you loved this film because you would sing the healing song to cheer draco up after a rough day. The film also proved that anyone can be good.  

Neville: Lion King- You both loved the soundtrack and would happily sing every word until mufasa dies when neville would hold you as you sob

Fred: Emperor’s new groove- After watching it , Fred woukd quote this film non-stop. You would never be tired of hearing him shout “wrong levveerrr” across the great hall

George: Aladdin- George found the genie absolutely hilarious and tried to enchant a common room rug to fly himself to your window. Lets just say you both watxhed it alot whilst he was in the hospital wing recovering the fall

professor neville being patient with students who need things explained again

professor neville noticing and telling students when their herbology skills have improved since the beginning of the year

professor neville snapping at students who laugh at somebody for getting an answer wrong

professor neville being FURIOUS if it’s another staff member doing it

professor neville encouraging students to pursue careers in magical fields they’re good at even if it’s not what their parents want



J.K. Rowling had the best reaction to Neville Longbottom’s underwear shoot 

In a cover shoot for Attitude magazine, actor Matthew Lewis stripped down to his underwear and revealed impressive pecs and abs, with what looks like a majestic wand to match. This proved too much for Rowling, who responded with the above (hilarious) tweets. But she wasn’t the only Potter person to speak up, even Lucius Malfoy portrayer Jason Isaacs got in on the action.

sigma-castell asked:

Have you ever thought about writing a fic in which Voldemort went after the Longbottoms instead of the Potters?

If Voldemort had chosen the pureblood boy, not the halfblood, as his opponent? This Neville would have had graves to visit, instead of a hospital. He’d still have grown up in his grandmother’s clutches, tut-tutted at, dropped out windows absentmindedly, left to bounce on paving stones.

Let’s tell this story: Alice Longbottom, who was the better at hexing, told Frank to take Neville and run.

She died on the braided rug of their sitting room floor. Frank heard her fall from where he stood in front of the cradle. He did not have time to run.

When the Dark Lord climbed the stairs and saw Frank, he laughed at the small man in front of him. Frank had crooked teeth, a mis-sized nose, big fingers and small, watery eyes. Voldemort looked at him the way children would look at Neville, in almost a decade, at stubby fingers around a rememberall, a wrinkled brow and a stammer. “Move aside,” he said, the way a different Voldemort had once offered a way out to Lily Potter. That had been for the sake of another man’s love, and this was for his own contempt. “Just let me have the boy. Did you really think you could–”

When Neville met Voldemort again, in his fourth year, when Luna’s advice, his own gillyweed knowledge, and Ginny’s Bat Bogey Hex lessons had gotten him through the Triwizard Tournament he’d never signed up to enter, there would be a bubbling scar on Voldemort’s sunken left cheek. His father had had time for one curse. Frank’s love had saved his son, marked him, but his hate had been enough, too, to scar Tom Riddle through every rebirth and transformation he would ever have.

Harry Potter would have grown up as James’s oldest son. I think Lily, who missed her sister, and James, who had found three brothers at school and loved them more than life, would have had more children: a little sister who James taught to fly (little Tuney’d be Keeper to Ginny’s Seeker, in a decade, and gossip terribly about Harry), a baby brother Lily fervently talked James out of naming Lupeterius. Harry would have grown up spoiled and loved, magical, with toy broomsticks and playdates with the other Order kids– stumbling Neville, the Bones girl and the rollicking Weasley bunch.

If the Potters were never the main targets, never hiding and frightened, I don’t think Peter would have turned when he did. Not enough gain. Not enough tail-tucking fear. Peter would have limped through to the end of the war, whiskers shivering in his soul even when they were popping champagne on the night Neville Longbottom’s parents died.

They raised delicate glasses that had somehow survived all the first war, laughing, in Godric’s Hollow, to the Boy Who Lived. Augusta Longbottom planned her children’s funeral and wondered if her grandson’s forehead would scar like that. Lily danced in the living room with James, on the garish rug that Sirius had bought them as a joke and that they had kept just to spite him.

But this was a story about Neville now–it would always be a story about Harry, somewhat, because it had never been the scar that made the boy. When Draco Malfoy stole Neville’s rememberall, this Harry would still jump on a broom; when Hermione, weeping in the bathrooms, didn’t know about the troll, Harry would still run to tell her–that instinct was not something even having loving parents (especially these parents) would have kept from him.

But this had always been a story about Neville, too– unscarred Neville, Neville with his pockets full of gum wrappers, this had always been the story of his rise and his steady soul. But this time he was marked from birth, a scar on his forehead and hands that weren’t any better at holding a wand. This time, his grandmother had even more reason to look at him with disappointment when he spent all his childhood looking powerless.

Neville was not the disappeared savior who they whispered about. Halloween was still a celebration of Voldemort’s fall, but Neville was a lucky object, not a small hero, because where there had been a vacuum to fill when it had been Harry Potter, to fill with wonderment and thanks, here Neville toddled down Diagon Alley and held his grandmother’s hand. The whole world knew this boy was probably a squib, with pudgy fingers and a slow stammer, who didn’t learn to read until it was almost time to go to Hogwarts.

When Neville got his Hogwarts letter, the whole wizarding world was very politely surprised. He got told congratulations from strangers in the street, who in different universes would be shaking Harry Potter’s hand and swooning. Neville was far above smart enough to recognize than none of the other children got congratulated for the victory of being asked to attend school.

He asked the Hat for Hufflepuff and it gave him Gryffindor. He hoped they did not expect him to learn how to roar.

This was a Neville scarred. This was a Neville who would still get a rememberall and still forget it in his room two days out of five, who would eat a Weasley treat and turn into a canary, who would take Ginny Weasley to the Yule Ball and not once step on her toes.

This was a Neville who had had long conversations with the garden snakes in his backyard as a child and who had snuck them bits of his breakfast, kept track of which little serpent liked soft boiled eggs and which would dare to try a bit of sausage if he wiggled it properly. When he first got to Hogwarts, lonely, a lion in lamb’s fleece, Neville hid out behind the greenhouses and made friends with the snakes who curled on the warm rocks there.

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