There is a box of photos of the DA.

They begin at it’s first meeting in the Hog’s Head, with Harry looking regal as he explains its purpose, Hermione watching Harry as if to see if he’ll say her words, or his own, and  Ron glaring daggers at anyone who looks about to say something rude in the face of the stoic child soldier talking. 

There are photos of meetings, with Neville falling backwards onto pillows, Luna delighted over her first patronus, Harry looking at his students’ progress and looking older than a fifteen year old has any right to. 

There are photos of the six DA students in the hospital wing after their night in the Department of Mysteries, beat up and bloody, Ron and Neville hosting new scars, Hermione journaling frantically and trying to figure out what it all means, Ginny’s hand on Harry’s back as he mourns Sirius. 

There are photos of Neville’s recommencement speech, rousing students from all four houses and telling them the importance of defending themselves, photos of Luna sitting with a group of second years and explaining why they aren’t learning this in class anymore, photos of Ginny demonstrating a Shield Charm so perfect it sparkles in the stale air of the Room of Requirement. 

There are photos documenting student injuries, tiny cursive underneath explaining the circumstance of every Crutiatus Curse. 

There are photos of fourth year Hufflepuffs perfecting the Sectrumsempra curse on a Room of Requirement dummy, looking angry but proud. 

There are photos of the Battle itself, of Death Eaters falling and students sobbing against walls, of teachers rallying their students like troops and siblings choosing sides. 

The photos stop with one of Antonin Dolhov, with green light shooting towards the boy holding the camera. 

Neville keeps all of Colin’s photos in his office. On the days where he wonders why he’s teaching at all, he pulls them out to watch the student’s side of the Second Wizarding War. 

And he remembers. 

423. During the Battle of Hogwarts, the head of Nearly Headless Nick finally came off. After school restorations were completed, he joined the Headless Hunt. Thus, Gryffindor needed a new house ghost. There were many young applicants, but the title was given to a certain red headed ghost who came from many generations of Gryffindors. Twelve years later, the first of the next generation started to trickle in, and a large group of eleven year olds were excited to meet their beloved uncle, one at a time.

submitted by thatonegirlfrommathclass

Imagine fighting at the battle of hogwarts and you turn to your left and see a muggleborn duelling a death eater, then the death eater disarms the muggleborn but then they pull out a gun and the death eaters starts laughing because “hahaha muggle technology could never kill me how cute” but then the muggleborn shoots them then BYE BYE DEATH EATER and the muggleborn starts running around hogwarts shooting all the death eaters

“ I want no ordinary lover. I want a fucking storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at 4am. I want passion, I want madness. I want someone who’s able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones. ” (x)

Post-battle Dramione // Please do not repost!

  • George: In the Battle of Hogwarts, I lost my beloved twin, Fred.
  • Fred (from the other room): STOP TELLING PEOPLE I'M DEAD.
  • George: Sometimes I can still hear his voice.
I Love You

George Weasley ~ Harry Potter

Originally posted by mini-stry-of-magic

You are a Malfoy that doesn’t agree with your family’s beliefs and morals.

Requested by: No

Written by: Head Honcho - Zoe

Reader: Female

Warning: Battle of Hogwarts

A/N: I should probably take a break from writing Tom Holland imagines… so here. I’ve had this idea for a while now but I haven’t written it for some reason.

Also, I know we knew that the Malfoys didn’t really want to be Death Eaters when it came towards the end of the books, especially Draco it seemed like, but you have a stronger opinion and you always stand up for what you believe in, no matter who it is against.


“Draco!” You hear your father call, breaking the tense silence. “(Y/N)!” He soon calls after. All heads turn to either your brother who is standing on the stairs, or you who is standing with the Golden Trio and part of the Weasley family. 

You feel a few familiar gazes go upon you and you just hang your head.

“Draco… (Y/N).” You hear the plea in your father’s voice and the tears start to build up in your eyes.

“Draco, (Y/N).” Your mother’s soft voice call causing your head to slowly come up. “Come.” She commands, you swallow the lump in your throat. You turn your head and look up to be met with a watery pair of dark hazelnut eyes that you always easily get captured in.

The usual happy glimmer in his eyes is replaced with the dull pain of loose. His bright, orange hair that contrast with his bright smiling eyes is gone. In their place takes dusty, dirty hair and defeat.

You only look away when you hear the clack of shoes against the sharp pavement. All eyes follow your brother as he walks past all his peers to join the other side… the side that caused the destruction of their beloved school and the wizarding world.

“Oh, well done, Draco.” Voldemort praises him and wraps his arms around the boy. “Well done.” He lets go of the awkward hug and sends him to your parents.

“(Y/N).” Your mother calls to you, her arm slung around her son’s torso. Your eyes meet her pleading ones. You send her a frown before turning to look back up at George’s eyes. All the emotions from earlier are still there but the fear of loose is emitting the most.

George has already lost a bunch of loved ones during the battle today including his brother. And now he might lose the second most important person to him to the people who took the others away from him.

You start to cry as you turn your gaze back towards your family, especially when you see your brother mouth ‘please’. You just shake your head back and him, responding with a tearful ‘sorry’.

“I love you, George.” You confess, slipping your hand into his rough one.

“I love you, too, (Y/N).” He shakily whispers back, pulling you against his chest and wrapping his arms around you. “I love you so much.” He presses a kiss to your temple while tears flow down his cheeks.

You clutch onto George as you watch your parents give you a disappointed look and your brother gives you a sad one. As much as you love your family, the stuff that they did for the Dark Lord something you could never forgive.

Maybe in the future, you could see yourself reconnecting with Draco but for now, everything is still fresh.

Halloween 1998

@shadowalex2000 requested this, so if you want to be angry with someone go be angry with him. Draco was my addition I don’t know where that came from.

It had been a rough year for Harry, after the war he had shut himself up. He knew he had managed to save the Wizarding world and he was aware that it was a big deal and that he was a big deal but he just wanted to stay alone for a while.

He had distanced himself from Ginny, Hermione, Ron, everyone around him that he knew cared about him but just wasn’t in the mood for which sounded mean but he had lost so much in such a short span of time, he needed to heal before he could function as a normal human.

May was filled with all these funeral he wish he never had to attend, he went to every single one he could and stayed with the families, he made sure everyone knew how he appreciated their sacrifice.

He stayed with Andromeda during May to be with Teddy, he couldn’t forgive himself for giving Teddy a life without his parents, Remus sounded like he forgave him but Harry didn’t forgive himself. The boy with pink hair like Tonks and warm eyes like Remus whatever colour it was, he hurt every time he held him he felt calm but also sad.

June was a little bit better, Harry spent June with the Weasleys, they deserved that. Harry wanted to shut himself away much but he felt like he owed them a proper visit, helping Molly around the house, giving George all the time he needs, playing with Ginny’s hair every time she has a nightmare about Bellatrix and of course being there for Ron and Hermione. He knew he wasn’t the only one who lost loved ones on 2nd of May, but he, himself died too that day, nobody could have known what that feels like.

In July, McGonagall announced that they will be taking the 7th years of last year as 8th years back to Hogwarts so they can complete their educations. This was very important to Harry, the boy who lived could become an auror anytime but he wanted to become one as normal people did. He wanted to be normal so bad.

September came and he apparated to Hogsmeade with his fellow Dumbledore’s Army friends, none of them wanted the extra attention they would receive on Platform 9 ¾. McGonagall made the arrangement so that everyone could stay together, they were the children of war and McGonagall understood that, she knew that each of them needed one another to heal. Or just to have the chance to heal, the things those kids went through, she didn’t think any of them would be whole again.

Staying with people who have fought alongside him felt good because they didn’t ask for interviews or for comments, they treated him like a normal person. No one was the same person they were before the war, there were so many familiar faces missing, Harry sometimes went to the Room of Requirement or the Shrieking Shack to have a small outburst of feelings, Room of Requirement would provide him things he can break and throw to the walls, he never told anyone about these.

October came, Harry laughed for the first time since May in October. Andromeda had sent him a picture of Teddy in his costume which was a wolf with blue fur. Then it hit him Halloween was coming closer. He learnt the date of his parents death a year before when he visited Godric’s Hollow with Hermione on Christmas Eve. He thought about all the Halloween’s before this one, he never knew, he never grieved because no one had the decency to tell him.

31st of October came and the usual Halloween feast was under it’s way but Harry didn’t feel like eating or celebrating Halloween so he excused himself and went outside the castle. He knew these small celebrations were everyone’s attempt at feeling better. He slowly started walking down the hill to the tree where he once watched his father play with a snitch as Peter Pettigrew watched in awe. He sat down under that tree and stared into the darkness, he felt numb, he had so much inside him willing to come out but he would never let them free. Harry Potter was strong and he was thought by Vernon that crying was a weakness, wonder what they were doing, how Petunia was spending the day her sister died.

Harry looked up at the sky at the Moon and the brightest star, he thought about Remus and Sirius, all those times they talked about James and Lily and they never told him when they died, he first felt anger suddenly replaced by longing, he missed having them around the only reminders of his parents.

He heard something, when he turned around to check what it was he saw pale blond hair before he saw his face Harry knew who it was. 

“You have found my spot then, Potter” said Draco, they way he said Potter never changed, Harry felt like he was in second year.

“Didn’t know it was yours, Draco. I will leave no worries.” answered Harry, he pulled himself up and started making his way to the castle.

“I’m very sorry for your loss” mumbled Draco.

“It’s been 5 months–”

“No, not for that. I know today’s your parents’– you know” he had trouble talking, he was avoiding the word dead.

“Yes I do” said Harry with a small smile, he found it funny for some reason. Then it hit him, it was the first time some had said that, the first time someone had actually acknowledged that the day James and Lily Potter died, Harry had lost his parents. He felt something in his heart like someone was squeezing it too hard. He had never felt something so strong in his life and he felt his eyes burn. He had survived so much in the past year and not once he had cried, he realised the last time he cried was when Dumbledore died. He somehow kept his composure during the funerals, he had been criticised by Daily Prophet for looking too stone faced, luckily the families didn’t care.

Harry let it go all at once, Draco looked very surprised. Harry felt relief wash over him, Merlin it felt good to cry.

“I- I’m sorry Malfoy, I wish you never saw this” he said while laughing. The wave of relief was overwhelming.

“If it makes you feel good Potter” replied Draco. “The great Harry Potter having a break down in front of the infamous Draco Malfoy, Daily Prophet worthy title.” he added with a small grin.

“I never liked Halloweens myself” he continued and he kept on telling stories about why he didn’t like Halloweens as Harry cried his heart out. It was Draco’s way of dealing with the absurdity of the situation.

Harry calmed down slowly after crying for what it felt like months, he felt better.

“You didn’t have to be such a drama queen to be my friend Potter, a simple question would have sufficed” teased Draco.

“I never really thanked you for not giving me away at the Malfoy Manor, so, uh, thank you” said Harry.

“I knew you regretted not accepting my hand first year” replied Draco as he got up. He offered a hand to Harry and he took it this time around.

“Don’t get over yourself Malfoy, I genuinely hated you until this year, right now I hate you a little less” said Harry as he took his glasses to clean them and they made their way up to the castle slowly. 

Harry was glad it was Draco who found him and it wasn’t any of his actual friends, if it was them Harry would have kept it to himself because he wouldn’t want them to worry. This felt strange but it felt right.