A complete and total must read is The Brightest Black by Enigmaticrose4. It’s all one story, going through their years at Hogwarts, up until the war so far. And the greatness is still going! Check it out:
Summary: On that fateful Halloween night Bellatrix Lestrange decided to sate her bloodlust on an innocent muggleborn family. Life is never again the same for the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black.
Professor McGonagall walks into an early eighth-years’ Transfiguration class after a bad night’s of sleep and does a double take at how alike Harry looks like James. She holds her tears back and begins class as usual, but doesn’t have the heart to assign any homework after seeing James in Harry and Harry in James for the entire class period.
(harry w/o filter + bonus draco art under the cut)
I believe, that after 5 or 6 year in Hogwarts, James came face to face with the horrible fact that outside the school there is a real war going on. And that is the reason why became more serious, why all of them became.
In an alternate reality where good old Voldy was destroyed in the first war and every characters you love and hate have a somewhat peaceful Hogwarts years, Draco starts courting Hermione. Year 6.
Anyone interested if I wrote it??
Oh wow I didn’t expect so much of you guys to be interested lol! I’ll definitely write this story and the first chapter will probably be up on ff.net by the end of this week! Until then check out my other works?
It’s time for the end-of-year exams at Hogwarts, and Dean and Castiel try their hardest to outdo each other in order to rise to the top of their class. Friendships are being tested under the stress of these first tests, which will decide who can come back to Hogwarts. While Quidditch and ethical conundrums also abound, everything can be sure to have the spirit of competition in it, even if it’s not supposed to.
ALRIGHT, so I’ve been meaning to write this one for a while but I have accepted that it not going to happen in full-fic format. So, here, the old “this isn’t a fic but oh wait it’s turned into a bit of a fic” format (a petals classic):
So, the key of a CP HP AU is that, in general, you have to get everyone in the same House because that’s how the quidditch teams work. And a quick glance (I haven’t read them bc I try not to read aus im going to write for fear of transference) tells me that others have done Hufflepuff and Gryffindor but if you know anything about me, you know there is nothing I love more than dismantling the last vestiges of anti-Slytherin prejudice that still lingers in everyone’s subconscious. (*cough* Untamed *cough*)
Basically, I’m going to put everyone into Slytherin. Cuz I can. So here you go, you have:
Jack Zimmermann, son of Bad Bob Zimmermann, a quidditch legend. He played Beater for the Montrose Magpies and is known for creating and coining the term “Scoring Beater” due to his skill at using his beater’s bat not only to control the bludger, but to hit the quaffle through the posts at incredible distances. It starts out as a trick play but turned into a legitimate scoring strategy. Most importantly for our story, Bob Zimmermann was the Captain of the team for his final two years of Hogwarts, won the House Cup for 4/6 years he was on the team, and is generally regarded as one of the finest flyers ever to come out of Gryfindor.
Yes, Gryffindor. Bad Bob Zimmermann was a Gryffindor. In fact, all of the Zimmermanns in the history of Magic have been Gryffindors.
Until Jack Zimmermann. Already dealing with the pressure of dominating in quidditch little leagues, Jack Zimmermann came to Hogwarts and then in a moment that didn’t quite seem real, the Sorting Hat was put onto his head and screamed SLYTHERIN before it had even finished it’s downward descent. The Gryffinders started clapping before they realized what had happened. The Slytherins didn’t start clapping because they assumed there was some mistake. Some claimed that the Hat must just be a bit tired (it was the end of the alphabet after all) and it made a mistake. It is said that this might be the only time Headmaster McGonagall broke her calm exterior during a Sorting Ceremony and tried to put the hat back on a student’s head.
But, eventually (when the Hat just turned and huffed at McGonagall and the Slytherins finally started cheering), there was nothing left for Jack Zimmermann to do but walk over to the Slytherin side of the Great Hall and plop next to B. Knight, already wondering how on earth he was going to explain this to his parents. Even his mother, who was a Muggle, knew enough about Hogwarts to know that Slytherins were the worst.
Of course, in the weeks/months/years that follow, Jack Zimmermann realizes that he is, in fact, a Slytherin. Goal-oriented? Ambitious? He is all of those things. And, actually, he is a lot of things from the other Houses as well because, really, what person can be reduced to just three or four traits and isn’t it a bit ridiculous that eleven year olds are just sorted into Houses and then basically conditioned to view themselves in a certain light throughout their formative years and–
Have I ever told you how great it is to wake up next to my husband. Sirius is so cuddly in the mornings, i love it. This morning he was wearing his favorite grey boxers and his raven hair was messy. I smiled at his tired eyes and his fuller lips.
“Goodmorning baby.” He said, his voice still deep and his eyes half closed.
“Goodmorning.. How d'you sleep honey?” I asked.
“Like a baby.. I want cuddles..” He said, laying on my chest.
His face was burried in my neck. He took the opportunity to kiss it slowly as I brushed my fingers on his bare back. His skin was so soft. We layed there for a good 5 minutes and suddently heared a soft knock on the window. I looked outside and saw our family owl. I jumped out of the bed and opened the window, letting a few raindrops into the house.
“After 6 years of him being at Hogwarts you still get excited when Teddy sends a letter?” He said, a hint of laughter in his voice.
“Babe c'mon it’s our little Teddy bear!” I said, giving the owl a treat and walking back to the bed, only wearing my underwear and t-shirt.
I sat down and leaned my upper back on the pillows. Sirius crawled next to me and layed his arm around my shoulders.
“Open it!” He chuckled.
I smiled and opened the letter. I instantly recognized my son’s cute handwriting.
Another letter from your wonderful son! My Astrology exam went well! They asked a question about the Sirius star! I smiled when I read it. I’m a bit nervous for tommorow’s Quidditch game against Ravenclaw.. Our best beater is still at the hospital wing and Everyone wants to win the house cup so bad! I just don’t want to disapoint my team.. But apart from that, James Sirius and I studied for his charms test and he got an "O” for “outsanding”!! We celebrated with a butterbeer on the astronomy tower. We talked and laughed and it was really great. Him and I get along so well that we didn’t see the time pass and we had to snuck in after curfew.. We didn’t get caught thank Merlin! I can’t believe the school year is almost over! I can’t wait to see you both.. I love you xox
Ps: How’s thunder? “
I smiled and held the letter to my heart. Sirius kissed my cheek and got out of bed, heading to the kitchen.
"I’ll go make breakfast!” He said.
“Okay! I’ll write back to our baby..” I said, picking up the pretty letter paper we kept by the bed.
“My Dear Teddy,
Hey my love! Pads and I glad to see that you’re doing well in astronomy! And you don’t have to be nervous for your quidditch game honey, your team did great all year long, you can win and i’m sure of it! I’m also really happy that you’re spending time with James Sirius to help him in his charms studies. Lily told me he was so grateful that you helped him. I’m proud of you. You’re the best son I could’ve ever ask for. I can’t wait to see you butterfly. Your dad is making breakfast and it smells really good. He even got an upgrade at the hospital! Your dad is now one of the best healers there ever will be. As for the library, everything iss going amazingly. People love it! I even got a visit from Johnny! I showed him a picture of you because you had grown so much since he saw you last summer! Oh i miss you Ted and I can’t wait for you to be home my love. I love you so so so much! xox
Ps: Thunder’s still as amazing as ever!
Pps: If you miss me, hold your stuffed animal close to you and think about me. ”
I smiled and folded the letter neatly. Teddy still slept with his two stuffed animals Sirius and I got him when he was a baby. You know, the ones that looked like a wolf and a black dog? These ones. He always told us that, in his dorm, he would sleep without them because he didn’t want his friends to laugh but sometimes, he would close his bed curtains and sleep with them in his arms. My little boy was all grown up now..
“Babe, breakfast’s ready!” Sirius yelled from the kitchen, making thunder jump.
I walked into the kitchen and spotted two big plates. One filled with fruits, and the other with cinnamon rolls.
“After all these years you still know how to make me happy..” I said, kissing his soft lips.
“Fresh fruits and cinnamon rolls. Your favorite.” He smiled.
“I love you.” I chuckled, as he placed his hands on my lower back while mine were around his neck.
** I was wondering if you’d be willing to write Cedric taking the Reader on a date to a cliff overlooking the ocean (if that makes sense lol) and they have a picnic then just talk about their future as the stars come out. Just a super fluffy, romantic scene. tysm if you do :)**
Let’s all pretend Cedric didn’t die… what a wonderful world that would be.
If someone had asked you where you were, you wouldn’t have even been able to guess. It had to be somewhere along the English coast line as the hills were steep with a everesent shade of green. From the base of the hill you can hear the gorgeous echoes of the waves hitting the slippery rigid rocks below. It had been your boyfriend’s wish to bring you here for months now. Finally, with the joys of a cancellation in plans, you both embarked on an adventure.As you stood at the base of the hill, you could feel the small pressure of a hand in the small of your back. You turn to see Cedric, your gorgeous boyfriend of the past 6 years.
You had met each other during your first year of Hogwarts. You knew absolutely no one when you had boarded the train. The whole time you thought what a miserable 4 years you would have being so alone. It wasn’t until a gentle giant had placed you in a boat next to a sandy brown haired boy. His face was so gentle and friendly that by the time you both had reached the castle you had shared your first smile at each other.
When the sorting hat called out your new home as Hufflepuff, you looked over at Cedric, hoping beyond hope this wouldn’t be the last time you saw him. Soon he was called and you watched as the hat when on his head.
“Hmmm…yes… You want to be placed with that Y/L/N girl…. well who am I, an old shabby hat, to stay in the way of love… HUFFLEPUFF.” When the hat was removed from his head, a beat red face was exposed and Cedric came over to sit down next to you at the Hufflepuff table. You never told him how you had asked the hat to sort him there as well.
Towards the middle of your hike, Cedric stopped and turned to you.
“I’ve never realized how much I love you.” The wind whirls softly around you, taking your hair and gently whirling it around you. At Cedric’s proclamation you smile and take his hand.
“I’m glad you realize it now.” He leaned down and kissed your hand in his. You both continued on.
In your third year at Hogwarts, you found yourself undeniably attracted to Cedric. You’re not sure how it happened but you couldn’t stop thinking about him, how his arms would feel around you and how his lips would feel lightly pressed to yours. These lingering feelings grew with each moment you spent with him, until one night when you were both alone in the Hufflepuff common room. The space was empty as you came down the stairs to see Cedric sitting alone by the fire. The flames looked exotic, dancing across his face as he stared into the embers lost in thought. You almost didn’t want to disturb him as you crossed the room towards him. He suddenly looked up and couldn’t help but smile at your presence.
“Hey, I didn’t see you there.” He motions for you to come onto the couch with him and you jump at the chance, climbing over the armrest and sliding yourself under the blanket Cedric was wearing.
“It’s cold!” You exclaim as you bring your knees and blanket into your chest. Cedric smiles and wraps a warm and inviting arm around you. Instantly you feel as though you may melt into a puddle on the couch. Any worry you ever had seemed to just disappear. You cuddled in deeper into his embrace. He tilts his head on the top of yours.
“I like you here.” He says almost in a whisper as not to bring alarm to the fact that you both were wrapped up in each other.
“I like me here too.” You were both staring at each other, eyes locked onto each other. The situation became almost too serious for Cedric and he slowly started to wiggle a finger into your side. You began to laugh and squirm next to him, pleading for him to stop but at the same time you loved this playful side to him. The sounds of your laughter filled the room and Cedric couldn’t help but begin to laugh himself. Just as suddenly as his tickle war had started, it stopped and Cedric loomed over you as your lay with your back on the couch. The only sound came from the sporadic crackling of the fire and the ticking of the common room clock. The two of you stared into each other’s eyes, breathing heavier in anticipation for someone to move. Cedric advanced and brought his face down to your and dipped his lips to yours. It was a faint kiss and immediately Cedric pulled away and looked down for your reaction, your eyes still closed in a daze. He smiled to see your sentiment was good.
“Be my girlfriend…” He breathed as he closed the space between you again.
“Ye…”You didn’t have time to finish before he rewarded you with another mesmerizing kiss.
Everything in that kiss was perfect and every kiss thereafter. With each step you took on this hill with Cedric, it reminded you of every struggle, every fight and argument. Then you would look up and see Cedric hiking ahead of you, he’d turn and look into your eyes and his whole face seemed to light up with the growth of his smile. In this second you were reminded of every kiss, the tickle fights, the intimate moments of passionate love.
You realized as you finally reached the top of the hill that your love story with Cedric was as breathtaking and beautiful as the view before you. You walk up to Cedric who was already at the edge of the cliff, taking in the view.
“It’s beautiful!” You exclaim. He looks down at your hand and slowly slides his into yours.
“See why I’ve been wanting to take you up here?” Cedric leans over and kisses your cheek before he turns and walks over to the bag he left on the ground. He buries his arm into the bag and pulls out a blanket to which he charms with his wand to unroll itself and lay out on the ground. Lit candles fly out of the bag as well with the command of his wand, they outline the blanket’s edge. You watch as Cedric takes out some nibbles and thermos of butterbeer, to remind you both of your Hogsmeade escapades.
The sun was setting now and the view was out of this world. The red and orange sunny shades swirls and mixed into the black and blues of the night sky. The candles around the blanket began to become more illuminated against the ever darkening sky. Cedric sat up right and motioned for you to join him. You sat next to him and slotted into your favorite position next to him. Fitting perfectly by his side. The black was beating out the red sunset and beady dots of light began to flicker and catch your eyes.
“What’s the occasion then?” You asked as Cedric busied himself pouring out the butterbeer into two goblets and passing one to you.
“Why do you always think my romantic gestures need a reason.”
“Since you took me to Brighton to make-up for you buying season tickets to the World Quidditch Cup matches.” He threw his head back and laughed at the memory of the two of you having a row in the middle of the busy beach boardwalk.
“Right… well my dear, I don’t think you have anything to worry about for sometime now. I can honestly say this isn’t to make up for anything.” You smirk at him and go back to sipping on your butterbeer.
The stars were at their fullest now and the sun had completely gone from view. Cedric had started to fidget and you found it distracting from the radiant scene before you.
“Cedric! What is going on? You’re acting very odd this evening.” Cedric sighed heavily and twisted himself so he was kneeling in front of you. Your eyes grew wider, positive you knew what was about to happen and yet something told you nothing would happen.
“Y/N, ever since I met you in that boat to Hogwarts castle, I’ve known you were going to be a big part of my life. It only took me 3 years to learn that the feeling was love. My God have I loved you, with every fiber of my being for every second that I’ve spent with you. Today, we climbed a hill. A hill that started out easy enough but halfway up, it was steep, bumpy and uneven. We had to help each other along the way and had to lean on each other for support. Though even through the rough terrain, we still managed to laugh and smile…” Cedric paused his grand speech and looked down as his hand buried itself into his pocket. It resurfaced, but it wasn’t alone. A small black box peered out from inside his palm. “Anyway, the climb helped us reach this point. The point where we found ourselves standing at the highest point, with the most beautiful view in front of us. I look at this vast view and I see a future for us to plot our stars. I guess in a roundabout and metaphoric way I’m asking you to marry me, Y/N.”
You keep dead silent. Your eyes bulging and large and full of shock.
“So will you… Y/N… marry me?” Cedric this time opened the box to display a gorgeous engagement ring. Tears begin to line your eye and pool over the side, falling down your face. Your brain completely turned off, but somehow you still manage to find the word.
But you don’t get to finish, because as Cedric fashion would dictate, he already had you wrapped up in his arms, planting an ever passionate kiss on his wife to be.
I really hope you all enjoyed this. I loved this idea and as soon as I picked up on a metaphor, I jumped at the chance to write it.
Imma gonna write this as if Newt doesn’t have magic cause that’s what I want to do. But magic does exist, my hogwarts letter is just 6 years late. Also, it’s in NYC.
Newt always wearing a pair of scuffed and stain high top navy converse. Partly because he loves them and partly because he always seems too busy to buy a new pair.
Newt always deciding that he would rather walk all over the city then take the loud and cluttered subway.
Newt being a bestselling author in the muggle world (as well as the wizarding world) but he never really lets the fame go to his head. Although he did buy a huge penthouse overlooking Central Park.
Him having like 2 cats and 2 dogs in his penthouse along with several birds, several fish, and a hamster. They all seem to get along though.
The cats, Robert and William (because they are fancy ass gentleman), like to sleep on Newt’s feet at night.
The dogs, both weird Lab Mixes the Newt adopted, are named Dorthea and Rosa. Newt takes them on walks around Central Park once, sometimes twice, a day. They especially like it when it snows. Newt often has snow fights with them.
Newt’s home is also filled with plants. They are pretty much everywhere. Small ones growing in the window, tall ones next to or on every piece of furniture.
Sometimes when Newt has visitors they won’t be able to find Newt because there are so many tall plants.
Newt can often be found walking around his home with several birds nesting in his hair. They like it because it is very fluffy. Newt doesn’t seem to notice them until they start to poke his scalp looking for food.
Newt waking up early every morning to run out and get tea.
He’s always half scattered with bed hair, a rumpled t-shirt, and skinny jeans.
Him spending the next few hours writing as various animals wander around him.
After all the animals have been cared for Newt goes out on an adventure. Often times he just sits on a bench with a sandwich, a crossword puzzle, and people watches.
Sometimes he will find a hurt animal which he takes home to nurse back to health.
Then he pretty much adopts them because they are too pure and he can’s send them back into the wild.
Circumstances of an Unexpected Trio -
Musicangel913 - T, 22 chapters, Words: 57,594 - The first has a dead father and a psychotic madman out to kill him. The second has lost everything except his tainted family name. And the third learned the truth more than three years before she was technically supposed to. Lily and Sirius have their hands full - once these three turn eleven, Hogwarts won’t know what hit it. Twisted canon.
Secret of the Serpent’s House
- Musicangel913 - T, 17 chapters, Words: 42,698 - Harry, Draco, and Hermione had quite an eventful first year at Hogwarts. When a sinister monster of legend starts attacking their classmates, their second year quickly proves to be just as interesting - and dangerous - as their first. Twisted canon, sequel to ‘Circumstances of an Unexpected Trio’.
I Smell a Rat- Musicangel913 - T, 20 chapters, Words: 54,766 - Harry, Draco, and Hermione are back for their third year - time is not on their side as prophecies, dark creatures, and traitors come to call. Will they make it to fourth year unscathed, or will their ever-growing problems finally catch up to them? Twisted canon, part 3.
When Foreigners Come to Call- Musicangel913 - T, 21 chapters, Words: 65, 0177 - It’s the trio’s fourth year, and a tournament that hasn’t been played in years will attempt to unify three of Europe’s most respected schools of magic. Will it succeed, or will rising tensions, both in school and in the Wizarding world, cause more trouble than anticipated? Twisted canon, part 4.
The Year of the Toad
- Musicangel913 - T, 22 chapters, Words: 69,252 - Still reeling from the disastrous aftermath of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry, Draco, and Hermione begin their fifth year at Hogwarts. As they delve deeper into the prophecy, Ministry interference and an awful new professor who insists that their fears aren’t real make it increasingly difficult to stay afloat in an ever-darkening Wizarding world. Twisted canon, part 5.
The Enemy’s Ignorance
- Musicangel913 - T, 24 chapters, Words: 90,803 - Harry, Draco, and Hermione survived fifth year, but it wasn’t easy, and it’s only about to get worse. Facing unimaginable loss before the summer even starts, they have to face the fact that time is running out. Can they find the missing rings and solve the rest of the Sorting Hat’s riddle before it’s too late? Twisted canon, part 6.
Three, Four, Six, One
- Musicangel913 - T, 7 chapters, Words: 115, 931 - Three Hallows. Four rings. Six Horcruxes. One winner. Twisted canon, part 7.
Do you have any angst dramione fanfic recommendations
Oh boy. Do I? Yes. Yes, I do although I don’t take tabs of fics I read and I forget easily so my memory might be slighty jammed.
Isolationby Bex-chan. (Nobody knows real angst if they haven’t read Isolation or any of Bex’s works): He can’t leave the room. Her room. And it’s all the Order’s fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something’s going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. “There,” she spat. “Now your Blood’s filthy too!“
The Advocates Handwriting by Bex-chan: Seven years later, and she’s there. Right there. Seven years of questions and scribbling her name onto parchment, and she’s close enough to touch, close enough to grab her hand, like he should have the first time. Warfic. 6 years post-Hogwarts. One-shot.
Amazing Graceby RZZMG: Having been killed in the Final Battle, Draco Malfoy & Hermione Granger remain behind as ghosts. Perhaps it’s true that one’s ultimate salvation comes from a single amazing act of grace. Dramione/Draco x Hermione.
Love Me Twiceby Bex-chan: ’"They tore her apart and then wiped me out of her mind to send me a message. To mess up my life. To break…” he trailed off. Blaise nodded his head with understanding. “To break your heart,” he finished for him.’ Dramione. One-shot.
What the Room Requires by Alydia Rackham: Hermione is the one who finds Draco weeping in the bathroom. He flees. She chases him into the Room of Requirement, and the room forces them to face their greatest fears together in order to find the door.
All I Wantby blue movies: Draco Malfoy mourns Hermione Granger the only way a spoiled rich kid knows how. Told from Narcissa Malfoy’s POV. Oneshot.
Bottle Up and Explodeby moxicrimefighter: The realization hit me like a ton of hippogriffs as I watched the two of them embracing happilly: I was jealous of Zabini. For the simple fact that he had something I wanted. Granger. (This is in first person, it’s good so I hope it floats in your boat <3)
The Falloutby everythursday: Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy.
Draconianby hepburnettes: In a dystopian world where Draco Malfoy serves as Voldemort’s most ruthless Death-Eater, only Hermione Granger holds the key to his redemption. Together, they have to find a way to end the war once and for all in a world full of draconian laws.
A Pound Of Fleshby Pennilyn Novus:
Becoming attached had never been part of the plan. Neither was falling in love. One night out on the town, Hermione comes face to face with Draco Malfoy–Memory Charmed and living as a Muggle–and an opportunity too good to pass up. What starts as revenge quickly grows into something more, and as Hermione delves deeper into the mysteries surrounding the man who can’t remember who he is - the man everyone thought was dead - she might discover more than she can handle.
The Reverentby Atalanta84:
Sometimes fate brings us far from home, and sometimes it brings us back again. When a friend’s mysterious death causes Draco Malfoy to return to Britain, he is finally forced to face his past, and the love he left behind. A story about second chances.
Anonymous said to imagine-unicornys: HP: Can I please have one where you’re so nice and everyone in the school loves you because you’re smart, and kind and always there for ANYONE who needs someone to talk to. Then you save Fred in the Battle of Hogwarts and you get crushed but you’re not dead but they’re having a hard time saving you and Fred is so greatful and you can figure the rest out (but please don’t kill the reader) THANK YOU
First of all, I would like to take a moment to say that I’m a Potterhead and I love Harry Potter so much. So I apologise if what I’ve written doesn’t match up to your expectations :( Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this :)
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“For Hogwarts,” you mumbled under your breath as you stared across the impending sky of doom, preparing for what was to come.
“For Dumbledore,” added the Weasley twins as they stood beside you, still grieving about the Headmaster’s death.
6 years ago, you received a Hogwarts letter and was sorted into Ravenclaw upon arrival. From then on, you became someone who was frequently bullied in school to someone who actually felt accepted and welcomed. You certainly didn’t take that for granted; you appreciated your new change in life and treated everyone of equal status, be it muggle-born or pure bloods.
You were also one of the most skilled duellist in Ravenclaw, being the best in defensive spells. It was as if, you were meant to be a wizard. You enjoyed being in Hogwarts, especially since you were helping Professor Flitwick manage the Ravenclaw’s Quidditch team. Above it all, you also made a breakthrough: successfully making a rip off version of the Maurader’s map when the Weasley twins refused to share it with you unless you went to the Yule Ball with Fred.
However, all these changed ever since the TriWizard Tournament when it was revealed that Voldemort was back.
You went through a bloody load of ups and downs since then. You joined the Dumbledore’s army when Umbridge took over and got tortured by her, you went to the Ministry of Magic to assist Harry Potter in getting his prophecy, and in the midst, you also suffered the loss of many loved ones.
Right now, you were preparing for the biggest battle of your life and in the worse case scenario, you were preparing for your death.
Kingsley placed you and the Weasley Twins in charge of the defence of the castle’s secret passages since the three of you had the best knowledge about the secret passageways. At this point in time, you were grateful that the Weasley Twins were fighting alongside with you instead of someone like Argus Filch. They were always lightening up the mood, making the best out of every moment.
“Hey, remember when you made an aging potion to infiltrate the age line during the TriWizard?” You asked.
“Yea,” replied Fred, not quite sure where the conversation was leading to.
“Took us an entire day to finally remove those beards,” George added with a cringed expression.
“I actually tampered your potion so that it will never work…” you chuckled. You’d figured that you should come clean since there may or may not be any chance to do so in the future.
“Ya didn’t…” Fred covered his mouth.
“I did,” you nodded my head.
“Also, remember when I rejected your invitation to the Yule Ball?” You asked.
“I lied about being sick. I actually went with one of the Durmstrang students,” you added before Fred could reply.
“That’s impossible, we would have seen you-”said George as you raised your eyebrows at him.
“Oh, potions,” George mumbled.
“Fred, she’s a tough one,” George flashed an easy smile and patted Fred on his shoulder.
“Do ya not remember that we saved ya from Umbridge while she was torturing ya?” Fred attempted to gain a leverage on you.
“I do, and I still thank you for that,” you smiled.
“Then why not ya make it up to me with a lil’ something?” Fred smirked as he busted a move.
“Oh Fred, when will you ever learn?” You sighed.
Your conversation with the twins came to an end when jets of dark magic started to erode the protection spell that Professor Flitwick had casted on Hogwarts. The protection spell was getting weaker and weaker, and you knew that the battle of Hogwarts was inevitable.
“You ready?” asked George and you and Fred nodded.
“Me too,” George replied while three of you gave each other an assuring smile. All of you weren’t sure of what the outcome was going to be, were clear of one thing - you weren’t going to give up Hogwarts or Harry Potter without a fight.
Just like what you had expected, the protection spell had crumbled within a few minutes. Death eaters wasted no time and penetrated Hogwarts from every part and every corner. You were duelling masked and hooded men with the help of the Weasley Twins as well as other students. Many, many masked and hooded men.
Yells, shouts and the unmistakeable noises of duelling filled the corridor, but you and the twins were handling the situation in the secret passages well, occasionally chatting with each other while battling.
Jets of light flew in every direction and Percy Weasley soon came to join before George went in the other direction to assist Angelina Johnson who was also defending the passages.
The man duelling Percy backed off, fast: then his hood slipped and then they saw a high forehead and streaked hair-
"Hello Minister!” bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand, and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort.
"Did I mention I’m resigning?” Percy smiled as he aimed an offensive spell directly at Thicknesse.
‘Ya joking Perce!’ shouted Fred, as Thicknesse fell to the ground with tiny spikes erupting all over him; he seemed to be turning into some kind of sea urchin. Fred looked at Percy with glee.
From the corner of your eye, you spotted a death eater casting a blasting curse. You knew it was going to hit you and everyone around. You had to do something. You had to save them.
“You actually are joking … i don’t think I have heard you joke since you were-”
“Revulto!” You casted a revulsion jinx and a flash of purple light aimed straight at Percy and Fred, pushing them away from you.
The air exploded immediately.
In that fragment of a moment, the world was rent apart. You felt yourself flying through the air and all you could do was hang on tightly to your wand, and shield your head in your arms. You heard the screams and yells of your companions without a hope of knowing what had happened to them- and then the world resolved itself into pain and darkness.
You were buried in the wreckage of a corridor that had been subjected to a terrible attack. Cold air told you that the side of the castle had been blown away, and hot stickiness on your cheek told you that you were bleeding copiously. You were scared, perhaps more scared than you had ever been in your entire life. You wanted to stand up, but you couldn’t. Were you going to die?
Fred was struggling to his feet in the wreckage, and then the two redheaded men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. They were searching among the wreckages for any students, with Fred only focusing on finding you.
“I’m here…” You wanted to scream, but you didn’t have the energy to do so. You found yourself slowly closing your eyes and saying hello to Death until-
“No no no!” Fred shouted as he removed the wreckages laid on top of you, only to find you partially unconscious. You were slowly slipping away.
“Get her to the Great Hall now!” shouted Percy as Fred carried you on his back. He couldn’t risk using an apparition spell and was running for his life to the Great Hall, not failing to attack any Death eater that were in his way. You had saved him, and now you were going to die. He couldn’t let that happen.
Fred burst through the Great Hall where all the casualties were gathered around, be it dead or alive. As he walked towards Professor Nurse Wainscott, he caught a glimpse of Tonks and Lupin, holding their hands. It may sound sweet, but Fred’s heart ached because in actual fact, they were dead.
“Ya have to save her! She’s dying!” exclaimed Fred as he found Nurse Wainscott, tending to all casualties under a cloaking spell against the death eaters. She was your best chance in getting you alive.
He placed you down on a stretcher and allowed Nurse Wainscott to examine your injuries. You were unconscious, but you could feel what was going on. You weren’t dead, yet.
“That’s a blasting curse,” uttered Nurse Wainscott.
“It’s going to be hard to cure this one,” Wainscott broke a sweat.
Fred’s expression changed to an expression of horror and fear. He had witnessed too many deaths. He simply couldn’t bear the pain of allowng another to die, especially since you saved him.
“But possible,” added Wainscott.
“Do ya magic,” replied Fred.
“Mr Weasley, I suggest you leave Y/N here and help Mr Potter with the others, they need you,” Wainscott said.
Fred hesitated, but he knew that it was for the best. You would have done the same thing.
He bent down towards you, unsure of whether you would hear his words.
“I’ll be back soon,” said Fred as he held your hand tightly, praying that you would survive.
Funny thing was, although you were unconscious, you could still hear him. It became a source of strength for you. You couldn’t die, you were only 18!
Nurse Wainscott casted many healing spells and fed you many potions. You felt hot then very very cold, it seemed to be working until you felt even more pain.
“I’ve done my best Miss Y/L/N, it’s up to you now,” Wainscott whispered in your ear and left a prayer before attending to other casualties.
“I’ll be back soon,”
“I’ve done my best Miss Y/L/N, it’s up to you now,”
These words repeated continuously in your head. You felt yourself getting weaker and weaker, and soon, you couldn’t feel anything. That’s when you knew that you were dead.
“I’m sorry,” you uttered with your last final breath.
“Grandma?” you opened your eyes and you were suddenly in your childhood home, watching your grandma knitting.
“Y/N?” your grandma gasped.
“You aren’t supposed to be here,” she said.
“Apparently I am. I’m dead aren’t I?” Your eyes started to get wet. As much as you were pleased to be with Grandma, you didn’t want to die.
“You weren’t supposed to die, I know your future,” she said as she gave you a hug.
“Well, future screwed up,” you mumbled.
“Not for long,” your grandma stopped knitting and sat you down.
“Now Y/N, I want you to close your eyes and think about every happy moment and every reason as to why you deserve to live. You only have one shot,” your grandma looked into your eyes and told you.
“I’ll be by your side,” she gave you an assuring smile and grabbed your hands.
You closed your eyes and started doing what Grandma had instructed you to do. You thought of your family and friends. You thought of Hogwarts and every happy moment of your wizarding life. You thought of why you deserved to live; you still had a long way to go. Then you thought of Fred Weasley: he wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt of you saving him.
“Tell grandpa that I miss him,” your grandma said and suddenly your vision went black again.
You heard anguish cries and screams around you and slowly opened your eyes.
The entire Weasley family members were around you, including Ron and Hermione. Mrs Weasley was tearing up, unable to accept the fact that such a young girl was dead. Ron was looking upon you with his hands around Hermione’s waist, reminiscing the good old times when you would help him love advice. George and Percy was grieving. As for Fred, he took your death the hardest. He was holding onto you, his head leaning on your body and sobbing.
“She’s alive,” Hermione said as she witnessed your eyes opening.
“Wainscott said that she was dead-” said Fred as he looked up upon you.
“Surprise?” You used your strength to at least say something.
“Bu-but how?” asked Fred.
“I just didn’t want to die,” you said, struggling to give an assuring smile.
“Is it over? Did we win? Where’s Harry?” You asked.
“We won,” Ron said triumphly.
“Everyone, let’s give Y/N more space and time to heal,” instructed Mrs Weasley wiped off her tears.
“I’m glad you’re alive Y/N, thank you for saving my sons,” she said as she glanced at Percy and Fred before planting a kiss on your forehead as a form of gratitude and strength.
As everyone was about to leave, you grabbed Fred’s arm.
“Don’t go,” you said.
He listened to you and sat back down.
“Ya saved me,” mumbled Fred.
“I know. Don’t ask why, I just did,” you said.
“From now on, ya can help yourself to anything you want in Wizard Wheezes, all right? No charge,” replied Fred. His offer was nothing compared to what you had done.
“I like that,” you laughed before realising that you wounds hurt every single time you laugh.
“Do ya want to invite me to the Yule ball this year? Alumnis are welcomed to be student’s dates. You, me, dancing.” Fred smirked as he busted a move, again.
“Oh Fred, when will you ever learn?” You chuckled.
Professor James (usually teaching Transfiguration or DADA) and Head Girl Lily is the most popular variety of Professor AU in the Jily fandom. But there are also many fics with pining student James and Charms or Potions Professor Lily. The following is a masterlist of fics in which James, Lily or both are Hogwarts Professors.
Teachers Pet, T, 6 chapters, WIP / abandoned -
It’s Lily Evans final year at Hogwarts. Her world’s turned upside down when she meets the handsome and steamy new DADA professor, James Potter. In turn she decides to play her game of seduction on him but what happens when it’s not a game anymore?
Every Other Midnight, M, 83 chapters, WIP -
Professor Potter and Head Girl Lily Evans… The Dark Decline
So Close, M, one shot -
“James looked at her and she felt like her skin had suddenly caught fire. ‘It’s got one hundred percent, absolutely nothing to do with your essay.’”: Featuring professor!James, student!Lily, and both parties’ abandonment of better judgment.
Professor!James and Student!Lily, K, one shot - Lily Evans was not the kind of girl to get a crush on a teacher. She was far too sensible and level-headed to ever entertain such idiotic notions… or at least she was, until Professor Potter
Professor!Evans, T, one shot - Lily closed her eyes for a moment, before she took a deep breath and turned around again. “Yes, Mr. Potter?”He leaned back in his chair and gave her an arrogant smirk. “I know you find me irresistible, my loveliest of flowers, but you don’t need to give me an E for me to stay behind after class.”
College AU, T, one shot - Before she could finish, however, the babble of the other students collectively died down as the professor’s assistant entered the room. […] “Wow,” Marlene admired under her breath along with many other female students in the class. At once, she began to scratch off her half finished reply, writing something else instead. ‘…I found the perfect candidate to give you that snogging (and more) you desperately need. Hint: he is standing in front of you.’
Bloody Professor Evans, T, one shot (extract) - James was very rarely truly angry, but at that moment he was. And it was all because of stupid Evans - sorry, Professor Evans - with her stupid hair and stupid eyes and stupid laugh and stupid robes that weren’t supposed to be that tight.
Professor Potter, M, one shot (extract) - No-one looked twice at them. No-one ever did. It wasn’t uncommon to find Lily and Professor Potter together; ever since she’d transferred in to finish her final year of school at Hogwarts she’d had a certain amount of private tutoring with him to bridge the gap in DADA.
The Coffee Shop on the Little Boulevard, K, two shot -
Lily wasn’t sure what was more bizarre, the fact that a sixteen-year-old had just analysed her personality, called her ‘love’, let a subtle innuendo slip - or the fact that he’d done it all in about three sentences. Professor/ student muggle high-school AU.
Affliction, T, one shot - “Excuse me, Professor?” He looked up. “Miss Evans,” he said, surprised at how normal his voice sounded. […] looking at her face, with those gorgeous green eyes and pretty red hair and adorable little nose, didn’t help matters so he settled for staring at his desk. ‘Student, student, student,’ he repeated mentally.
Jealous Professor, T, one shot - Professor!James is jealous of some boy who has a crush on Lily.