boggarting

anonymous asked:

I'm sure even if Derek will not be delighted to meet Jennifer, in the end he'll be the winner here. The theme of the season is fears, and I think they all will face their personal fears and Jennifer is Derek's fear.

So… is she some magically constructed fake Jennifer, then? A boggart, taking the shape of Jennifer? Because that’s the only thing that makes sense. She’s supposed to be dead, how many times can this happen, this is literally a rehash of season four with Kate coming back out of nowhere. (And let’s not forget about Peter, Derek’s other tormentor from season one who came back from the dead later. He can seriously not get a fucking break.)

Not to mention that Kate will also be there this season. So Derek has to deal with both of them at the same time?? After having already defeated both of them and tried to move on?

And is that seriously Derek’s entire identity in Jeff’s eyes? The women who’ve abused him? He has nothing else to offer to the story, nothing to contribute or resolve?

Jennifer better not actually be alive, ok, because not only is that just bad, unbelievably lazy writing, but Derek doesn’t deserve that. If it’s a nightmare, or some supernatural being taking her shape… maybe that could work. But I doubt the writers will manage that. She’ll just be… alive, for no reason, fucking up his life again.

I’m so fucking upset, anon.

Closer to you - Sirius Black x Reader

Requests:
1.  Hi there gorgeous, could I request an imagine where Sirius is dating a shy Hufflepuff? Love your writing so much! ❤️
2. Hello, can I request imagine where y/n is best friend with the Marauders, she’s Hufflepuff and has a thing for Sirius? And maybe him liking her as well and the rest of them will try to get them together? Thank you, love ya! ❤️
3. Hi can I request an imagine where y/n is best friends with the Marauders and has a crush on Sirius and they’re doing the lessons on boggarts in class one day and when it steps out it’s the Marauders making fun of y/n and Sirius comforts her? can you also make it extra fluffy please? 
4. hellooo! i was wondering if you could do like a little thing ( it doesn’t have to be a complete fic it could just be a lil drabble ) where Sirius doesn’t know how to tie a tie and you help him bc y'all are like dating and it’s just really fluffy cute shit
Guys, I really hope you like thiss!! It’s fluffy alright.
Warnings:fluff? And my English? One swear word?
Gif/image aren’t mine/ Credits to their original owners.
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You were currently walking down a corridor. It was quiet. Too quiet, to be exact. ‘Those boys’ you thought. They were up to something. And that usually meant two things; either a prank or teasing you. You may be friends with the infamous Marauders but you were the shy one. You were a Hufflepuff, after all. Of course, you went all crazy if someone hurt them. They were your brothers. Even if you wished differently about one of them. You had accepted the fact that you had feelings for Sirius. And that they weren’t siblings-friendly.
You had almost perfected the way you would act around him. Not too close, not too far away. Not too blushy, not too indifferent. At least you tried-and it seemed to work. Until three boys kicked their arses in. Somehow, even when Sirius wasn’t aware, they knew. And they wouldn’t let you hear the end of it.
You actually felt nostalgic for those days, when they would just tease you. They took it to the next level. And something warned you that they wouldn’t stop.
You were too lost in your mind, too distracted to really pay attention to your surroundings. Huge mistake!
You felt a strong hold pushing you to your right-you had to blink a few times to realize what happened. Before you could even protest, you were inside the broom cupboard and the door was already closed behind you. Great. You sighed loudly.
“Y/N? Is that you?” You froze and you felt your eyes grow wide. Of course! They were so stupid! Trying to set you up with him?! Because, who needs their heart or dignity? Thankfully, it was dark inside that cupboard and your blush wasn’t visible.
“Hello, Sirius”. ‘What poor excuses of friends’ you thought but secretly you were living for those moments. Your heart would beat faster or even skip some beats; your pulse would accelerate too fast; your temperature would rise a bit. Your mind would shut down; your breath would be stuck in the back of your throat.  You would never feel more alive.
All of the sudden, you felt him and you understood how small that damn cupboard was. You felt the heat radiating from his body. You could even feel his smirk- ‘he had to be a bit uncomfortable’ you tried to reason, but who were you kidding? He loved physical contact and making other people feel really awkward by his presence alone… or even turned on.
“Hello to you too. If I knew it would be you, I would have locked myself in here, willingly” he said seductively. He was way too close. You moved just a bit to avoid his hands or his torso-oh, that torso… those wide shoulders, those abs and that back of his… You were thinking of other stuff as well.
You blushed and even in the dark, it was very distinctive. You heard him chuckle. You finally looked him in the eyes. Maybe you shouldn’t have. ‘Okay, okay, stop it!’ you commanded your brain.
“Can we please get out of here?” you asked softly, not trusting your voice. It was the fifth time something like this had happened. This week. You couldn’t possibly count the total. 



They were impossible. That moment you didn’t even know why you were friends with them.
“I dare you to lock yourself in our dorm. With Sirius” James said with a cocky smirk. You blushed madly, trying to think of something that could help you. Anything, really.
You carefully landed your glance at him. He looked a bit pale. Like he was… uncomfortable? Was it even possible? You had agreed to play this stupid game, only because Lily had talked you into it. You had never agreed to this. Being forced to do something like that.
“Prongs, don’t make her do something she doesn’t want” Sirius said casually but you swore you could hear his voice break a little. Did he… could he?
“Besides, it’s Remus you should lock her with” he continued like nothing was wrong. Your insides were twisting. Your stomach hurt and your heart had dropped to the floor. Of course, he didn’t like you. But to think that you liked Remus? That was way too much.
“Are you jealous Padfoot?” James asked teasingly. Come to think of it, he did sound jealous. But it couldn’t possibly be because he liked you, right?
Before someone could say or do something even worse, you sat up and murmured an incoherent excuse, whispering a good night and left. You really didn’t need this.


You knew this would go wrong. You knew you would let your fear take over your mind. It was hard not to.
It started as a simple class. Just another DADA class. A class you actually enjoyed. Not this time.
When the professor informed you that you would be facing boggarts because that would give you the real experience than just reading about them, you knew something would happen. You already knew your worst fear and you didn’t want everyone to find out. But what could you do?
A line was formed and you ended up to be one of the firsts. Just your luck.
You witnessed the boggart to take the shape of everyone’s fear. From a cockroach to a dragon and a serial killer. They all were shaken up afterward but they had managed to cast the spell and turn their fears into something ridiculous.
When your turn came, you were nervous. Very.
You stood there, frozen, afraid to even breathe. Blurring images of your friends were popping up. You braced yourself, trying to stop the boggart scaring you.
“How can you believe that we are your friends? You are a worthless nothing. Look at you. Pathetic”. It was Sirius. Boggart. Whatever. Everyone nodded in agreement, mocking you.
You tried to cast the spell but you simply couldn’t. You were paralyzed by the fact that those people that meant the world to you, felt like that. You tried to remind yourself, that it was the boggart, but that didn’t help.
The professor stepped in and faced his fear for a second before he turned it into something funny. You rushed out of that class. You couldn’t even look at them in the eye.


You found yourself near the Forbidden Forest, beneath a huge tree. You didn’t want to admit that the whole thing had affected you more than you would have liked.
“Y/N?”, you heard someone calling your name. You hurried to hide your tears and regain your composure. But, alas.
“Hey, hey, hey”. It was Sirius. Dammit. He quickly sat beside you and hugged you tightly. Soon enough three other pairs of arms were wrapped around you. They were squeezing you too much, you couldn’t breathe but it was reassuring. You let yourself find peace in your friend’s hug.
“You do know that we love you, right? You are like a sister to us” Remus said putting your mind at rest. You knew that. You only wished-
“Well, not to everyone” Peter added. That was not the time to tease you.
They stepped back a bit. You could still feel a pair of arms holding you close. Sirius. What was he doing?
The three standing boys smiled knowingly and wiggled their eyebrow while they were walking away.
“They were right, you know. All of them” Sirius whispered into your ear. His left hand was resting on your back-and waist-while his right was cupping your face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were the purest thing you had ever seen. So honest, so kind, so savage and so gentle. Perfect cloudy sky- those were your favorite days, after all.  He whispered your name, his hot breath falling on your face and neck. It sent shivers down your spine. You were moving your lips closer to his; he was doing the same, but he was a tad faster.
He pressed his soft, pink lips against yours in a very tender and loving kiss. Your hands went from resting on your lap to his jawline and hair. You hadn’t even noticed when you had closed your eyes. It wasn’t forced or uncomfortable. It felt right.
He smiled into the kiss.


Being with Sirius was easy as breathing. Sure, you had a couple of disagreements but they would all end up solved and you would end up in his arms. Not a day went by that you didn’t let him know how much he meant to you. Not a day went by that he didn’t tell you how precious you were to him.
The sunlight was caught in his raven hair; you couldn’t help but sigh at the view. He was getting dressed for class and you had just woken up still debating whether to get out of bed or not. His trousers hung dangerously low; his hip bones were sharp and you could still feel the skin under your fingertips. His shirt was open, showing off all of his glorious torso, reminding you how you would let your hands wander. His tie was hanging untied around his neck. He was standing in front of the full-length mirror and he caught you starring his reflection. He smiled to himself. That genuine smile. Not the smirk, not the seductive smile. Just his happy face. That it was all it took for you to melt and look the other way, blushing madly.
He made his way to you. With one knee on his bed, his hands grabbed your legs, dragging you to him. You let out an airy laugh. He was impossibly cute. And sexy. Impossibly sexy.
“Slept well, love?” he murmured before he pressed a soft kiss on your lips. You just nodded. 
“Care to help me?” he asked you, showing his open shirt. You blushed even more. You had seen him naked, for Merlin’s sake!
Your hands were faster than your mind. They were already caressing his chest, staying a bit longer over his heart while you had locked eyes with him. Your heart was beating twice as fast as it did usually. Slowly, you helped his hands buttoned his shirt.
“I love you” you breathed out not thinking about it. You were sure of how you felt. You knew that he was the only one. You knew. And that awareness made everything clearer.
His breath never left his lungs. He removed your hands from the collar of his shirt and held them in his. His eyes were sincere.
“I love you” he said back. You wanted to throw your arms in the air. He had said it back! You smiled widely and gave his hands a squeeze.
“Just tie your tie, baby” you reminded him while you were climbing down from his bed and walking into the bathroom.
“Yeah… um” he said a bit uneased. You turned around, seeing him as he nervously scratched the back of his neck. You raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t tell that the infamous Sirius Black doesn’t know how to tie his tie?” you said in a mocking tone and fake surprise. You held back your laugh. He just lowered his head in embarrassment while he plopped down on his bed. Lord, he looked adorable. You walked back to him. He was like a child. A child you loved deeply.
You placed your hands on his tie trying to remember how to tie it. His hands rested on your hips. It lasted less than you would have liked, really.
“Ready” you announced. He smiled letting you go. However, you grabbed his tie and pulled him closer. Closer to you. 
“Not even a thank you kiss?” you asked playfully.
It’s safe to say that you both missed the first class. And the second. And the third. But you couldn’t be happier. 

it is so important that remus lupin, in his very first lesson, taught his young students to try and make their biggest fears more palatable with some laughter. it is so important that he made so many students feel safe and confident and free, even when he himself didn’t.
every time i think i cannot love remus any further, i prove myself wrong.

- Draco scrubs the skin on his arm viciously every time he showers. The skin is always red and marked by scratches. He tries so hard to get the mark off of him. He wants to feel clean again.
- George can’t look in the mirror anymore. Not without remembering Fred. He smashes all mirrors in their home. He cuts his hair, he dyes it.
- Neville sees Nagini in his dreams. But in his dreams it reaches Ron and Hermione before he does.
- Harry has multiple wands all around his house hidden in places that only he knows. Beneath his pillow, beneath his bed, under the couch. Just in case.
- Hermione’s boggart is no longer failure.
- Draco and Blaise are afraid of fire.
- Someone accidentally calls George “Fred” once. No one knows who starts crying first.
- Headmistress Miverna Mcgonagall is fierce, powerful and kind. All first years are intimidated and amazed, she seems untouchable. However some nights she roams the school hallways and remembers every student she lost, every life that got taken away too soon, every soul that left them too early.
- Harry suddenly can’t stay in very small rooms. He feels trapped, his throat starts convulsing and his eyes sting.
- Hagrid still feels the weight of what he thought was Harry’s corpse in his hands. It haunts him.
- Hermione, Ron and Harry had gotten so used to spending months having one small meal per day that sometimes they forget they’re supposed to eat.
- Harry rolls in his sleep once and hits his forehead against the night stand on accident, when he wakes up with pain on his forehead his heart sinks and his whole body freezes. It isn’t until he sees the bruise that he’s able to calm down. Because Voldemort isn’t back.
- Ron dreams that he’s back in their tent, traveling and hiding, he’s changing the radio stations and he hears Ginny’s names as one of the victims.
- Molly always has “where’s Fred?” on the tip of her tongue, at all times.
- Harry spends the year post-war discovering who he is, what he loves, other than the Boy-who-lived and the Savior-of-the-Wizarding-World. Because there are things he never had time to think about, never had time to experiment, never had time to experience. Sometimes he wonders if coming back had been the right choice, because it hurt so bad on some days that he couldn’t take it.
- When Teddy is sad or scared and he’s crying, Harry tells him stories and shows him pictures of his parents, it’s then and only then that he calms down and his hair goes back to normal.
- Harry pulls back to himself when the date of his death nears every year, his friends do everything in their power to bring him out of it.
- Draco and Harry have talks about the war some nights, both saw what Voldemort was capable of, Harry in his dreams, Draco in his home. Both understand.
- Luna is quirkier and weirder than ever before. She always does everything in her power to lighten up the mood in the room when the silence is bitter and mournful. It’s like she can’t stop shifting and smiling and nervously twitching and saying random facts about things no one has heard of before. Everyone knows it’s her way of coping, of staying positive. So no one minds. It’s comforting.
- Harry gets the sudden desire to travel all over the world. Sometimes Ron and Hermione come with him, others he goes alone, once Neville joins him. Draco does too.
- Draco starts writing, he writes thousands of words on some nights and none on others. He’s good at it, too.
- Harry always, without fail, looks for Sirius’ constellation. He visits his grave too, tells him how things are going in his life, how he’s coping, how he isn’t.
- Hermione getting a tattoo of blooming pastel flowers on top of her “mudblood” scar, because she’s alive, many her friends are alive and she wants to remember that.

And maybe not all is well, maybe they have scars time cannot erase, but they’re together, their hearts are still beating, so it’ll be okay. They’re going to be okay.

the wardrobe

James: Look at him being all “I’m a cool teacher”. Wanker.

Lily: Shut up you are just jealous.

James: Jealous? Jealous?! He became everything we hated Lils.

Lily: You are as dramatic as Sirius today Jamie.

James: Ooh, the Longbottom kid is first, I bet he is afraid of Augusta, Merlin knows Frankie was.

Lily: Did he just say-

James: Oh yes he did. That bastard bullied that kid so much, he became his biggest fear.

Lily: I- I’m-

James: I’m so excited! He is gonna make Snivellus look like Augusta, I remember that red handbag!

*Wands at the ready, Remus opens the wardrobe Snape walks out*

Lily: *watching warily* He looks so different, like he is taller.

James: It’s because the poor kid is scared of him shitless, Riddikulus Neville come on.

*Riddikulus and Snape is now wearing Augusta’s clothes*

James: *doubles over laughing* Moony– You– legend.

Lily: *tries not to laugh, fails* If Severus hears this–

James: *still laughing* Moony doesn’t give a fuck.

Lily: *grinning* I can see that.

James: Merlin– that hat. It suits him well. *tries to regulate his breath*

Lily: *smiling* That smirk on Harry’s face is all too familiar. 

James: Like father, like son.

*Boggart morphs into a mummy in front of Parvati*

James: That Parvati girl did well! 

Lily: Oh my– Seriously Seamus, a banshee?

James: I mean, kid has a point, that thing is scary.

*Dean walks up to the wardrobe*

Lily: A severed hand, like the one from the Addams Family?

James: From the what?

Lily: Don’t worry about it, Muggle thing. 

James: I know most Muggle things.

Lily: *disappointed* I never had the time to show you this one.

James: *changes the subject* Oh, Ronniekins of course has spiders for Boggarts.

*Harry walks up to the wardrobe, wand at the ready, looking excited*

Lily: It’s Harry’s turn, what if–

James: It wouldn’t assume his form Lils

Lily: But

*Remus throws himself in front of the Boggart*

Lily: Of course, it’s the full moon. 

James: The one thing he is scared of. 

Lily: He probably thought what we thought, still protective of the fawn.

James: Well, of course he is, don’t you remember how scared he was when he first held him?

Lily: *with a smile* Of course, I do

James: Well at least there’s someone who’s looking out for him now.

Lily: Soon, he will have Sirius back, too.

James: If the idiot doesn’t get himself locked up for committing the murder he was locked up for.

Lily: Well, that’s a possibility but Remus is sensible, I trust him.

*cue to the scene where Remus says “together” and Lily just stares at the camera like she’s in the office*

Lily: Have you ever seen a Boggart?

James: Yeah, once when I was 18 and I couldn’t do shit until my mum came and found me.

Lily: What did you see?

James: All of you guys were de-

Lily: *looking away* Oh, I- I see.

James: Those are foul creatures Lils, I’m actually glad Moony stopped Harry from facing his Boggart. 

Lily: Me, too. 

draco's boggart

draco stepped up to the front of the line nervously, not knowing what would come out as his boggart. he would be seen as weak in front of his class, especially potter. everyone would judge him, he just knew it. he took a deep breath and cast the spell, and…
he stepped out?
an older version of draco stepped out, probably around 6th year, wearing all black. a pained expression was on his face as he pulled up his sleeve.
it revealed a twisting tattoo on his forearm.
the dark mark.
draco backed up slowly as his older self walked towards him. he eventually turned tail and ran, trying to hold back his tears as he fled from the classroom.

I will never understand how Snape being in love with Lily is any excuse to be the way he is with Harry

I’m not saying he needs to favorite him by any means but like he is so beyond cruel towards Harry

THEN THERE IS NEVILLE

He is so cruel to Neville that Snape is his biggest fear. How can you ever live with yourself when you scare a kid more than the person who tortured his parents. This kids parents were tortured by Bellatrix and SNAPE is his biggest fear

It’s not necessary

Joys that Harry Potter Movie Only Fans will never know:

-How amazing Oliver Wood actually is OMG

-Dudley Dursley’s character development

-“ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?!”

-Minerva McGonagall, Quidditch Fanatic

-Luna Lovegood, Quidditch Commentator

-RON WEASLEY IS BRAVE.

-GINNY WEASLEY IS AMAZING

-Sirius and Crookshanks: Ultimate Bromance

-“Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry!”

-KREACHER’S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

-“I FELL IN THE LAKE!”

-Dean Thomas/Luna Lovegood Platonicship OMG

-Remus showing off Baby Photos

-Percy coming to his senses and finally making a joke

-“‘Probably trying to get rid of a Wrackspurt,’ said Harry, who recognized the symptoms.”

-Pigwidgeon

-Amnesiac Gilderoy Lockhart

-Dobby’s ever growing mismatched sock collection

-“FOR MASTER REGELUS!”

-Most of Tonks’s actual character

-Bill and Fleur’s actual relationship

-“ARE YOU A WIZARD OR NOT?!”

-Potterwatch

-Hermione’s growing political awareness and activism

-The entire school (-slytherins) standing to defend Harry from Pansy Parkinson

-100+ pages of backstory, 10x the character depth and development

Pains that Harry Potter Movie Only Fans will never know:

-“He was tiny in death”

-Molly Weasley’s boggart

-Meeting Neville’s parents

-Re-reading Prisoner of Azkaban and realizing that the nice man who helped Harry with his homework and gave him free sundaes dies in the sixth book.

-“He had no memory of being hugged like this, as though by a mother”

-Remus feeling so ashamed of being a werewolf that he thinks his family is better off without him

-Regulus Black’s full story

-Harry having to drag Percy away from Fred’s body

-Molly Weasley giving Harry a family heirloom for his 17th birthday

-Dean Thomas never knew his father, because he was a wizard and was killed by Death Eaters

-Peter Pettigrew didn’t even have the chance to redeem himself

-Frank Bryce was a war veteran who was blamed by his entire town for Voldemort’s crimes, and then Voldemort murdered him

-Harry not saying goodbye to Ron, Hermione, or Ginny, because he knows he won’t be strong enough to go through with it if he does

-“ ‘Does it hurt?’
The childish question had fallen from Harry’s lips before he could stop it.
‘Dying? Not at all,’ said Sirius. ‘Quicker and easier than falling asleep.’ ”

-The full story of Ariana and the Dumbledore family

-Winky’s entire existence, and all she suffers

-Andromeda Tonks losing her entire family

-“’NO!’
The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.”

-100+ pages of backstory, 10x the character depth and development, over half of it leading to more pain and despair

Remus’s Teaching Methods

Can we plz talk about Remus’s teaching methods in PoA. Okay just listen:

First off, he showed up late to HIS OWN CLASS!

Secondly, he told them to put away there books and took a walk through the castle, to the STAFF ROOM.

Thirdly, when Peeves started to call him “Loony, Loony, Lupin” in front of his class, he SMILED. Then shoot gum up Peeves nose. And TAUGHT this spell to the class.

Fourthly, when Snape rudely insulted Neville, he made brought Neville up to the front of class, then proceeded to make a Snape/Boggart dress in drag.

Fithly, “ ‘Now then,’ said Professor Lupin, beckoning the class toward the end of the room, where there was nothing but an old wardrobe where the teachers kept their spare robes. As Professor Lupin went to stand next to it, the Wardrobe gave a sudden wobble, banging off the wall.

‘Nothing to worry about,’ said Professor Lupin calmly because a few people had jumped backward in alarm. ‘There’s a boggart in there.’”

- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, J.K. Rowling, Page: 133

Just think of the smirk he is fighting as he says that so casually. Oh yeah, just a monster in the wardrobe.

Sixthly, he casually keeps dangerous creatures in Hogwarts to teach with.

Seventhly, the final. It was an obstacle corse, “ Professor Lupin had compiled the most unusual exam any of them had taken; a sort of obstacle corse outside in the sun, where they had to wade across a deep paddling pool containing a gindylow, cross a series of potholes full of Red Caps, squish their way across a patch of marsh while ignoring misleading directions from a hinkypunk, then climb into an old trunk and battle with a new boggart.”

- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, J.K. Rowling, Page: 318

Think about Lupins thought process; Exams, a test, no, fun, how about a game, sort of game, what is a game/test, obstacle corse, full of, dangerous creatures, yes that will work.

Remus teaching methods might be bizarre, but Remus is still may peoples favorite DADA teacher after many years. They did learn the most, that actually stuck in there brains.

Every loved him, but Malfoy and his “gang”. He was fun, quirky, and just plain cool. He was an amazing teacher in bad circumstances. The only DADA teacher that didn’t have some other agenda.

He truly was a great teacher and that is just another reason to love Remus Lupin.

anonymous asked:

hey would you ever do a "what if harry potter had been a girl" story? or a trans girl? i don't know how much gender would change things except other people's perceptions but...

Hermione went to the library, when Harry first confided in her. Whatever the faculty, the administration, or the Ministry believed or didn’t believe, the Hogwarts library gave the children what they needed and always would.

Hermione came back with books and books on gender in wizarding history, on the spells and words wizards had used for centuries or decades or mere years, and she and Harry bent their heads together and figured out what words Harry felt best told her story. From her hometown library, after that first summer, Hermione brought back memoirs and brightly-colored pamphlets that Harry read through instead of finishing her Potions homework.

When Harry looked in the Mirror of Erised, she still saw her mother, her father, all her gathered, lost kin. The specter of her father gathered up her hands in his. Her mother pushed back the long dark hair Petunia had always made her cut short and she called her beautiful.

When she looked into it again, after Devil’s Snare and winged keys, giant chess and Ron lying prone on the floor, Hermione wringing her eleven year old hands in the potion riddle room– When Harry looked into the Mirror again, she saw herself, just herself. The girl in the mirror winked and smiled and slipped the Stone in Harry’s pocket. No matter what other wishes and want laid on her narrow shoulders, at the end of the day the thing Harry wanted most was to help. Harry brushed one hand over the lump of rock in her robe pocket, and then brushed her other over her mess of hair, which was feet shorter than the girl in the mirror’s.

She woke up in the hospital wing, bedside table piled high with candy.

Once Harry and Hermione had sussed out between them what the words were for what was going on here, they had explained it to Ron. Harry didn’t come out to anyone else until partway through second year, though, at the height of the Heir of Slytherin nonsense.

She was fed up, then. She just wanted to be left alone, and this wouldn’t help with that, but they were all already staring. Keeping this to herself felt like a vice around her chest. Hogwarts was supposed to be better.

After, Ron came almost to blows with anyone who goggled or sniffed or rolled their eyes. Seamas learned to swallow his tongue. Draco Malfoy didn’t. Hermione wrote up an explanatory note about appropriate pronouns in her best penmanship and then copied it with flicks of her wand. With Harry’s embarrassed permission, she gave it to every professor Harry had or would ever have.

Colin Creevey stopped her in the Great Hall with a tug on her sleeve. She turned, shoulders rising, and the kid said in his piping voice, “You’re still my hero.”

That was better than it could have been, but she wasn’t sure she liked the “still.”

Peeves, though he was nasty about everything else–ickle firsties and orphan girls–got it immediately. For all six years of her Hogwarts tenure, he dropped water balloons on the heads of anyone who misgendered her. Professor Binns never quite figured it out, but he didn’t know any student’s name. Nearly Headless Nick gallantly and somewhat awkwardly called her lady and tried to hold open doors for her, despite the fact that he couldn’t open them.

Snape called Harry “Mr. Potter” for all seven years that he was in Harry’s life. Around year three, Ron stopped counting the detentions he got for his increasingly sarcastic responses to this.

The whispers about the Heir of Slytherin grew louder and louder, keeping pace with “Uh, I thought it was the Boy Who Lived?” Fred and George Weasley took it upon themselves to walk Harry to and from class when they could, talking loudly enough to drown everything out.

Then Hermione got Petrified and the Heir whispers stopped abruptly. Harry, if she hadn’t been busy with Ron trading off reading their assigned textbooks aloud to Hermione in the infirmary, might have felt gratified that the whole school knew how much this bushy-haired kid meant to her. Alright, so they thought she might murder Muggleborns with a mysterious monster, or sic a snake on her opponent in a dueling club? But they knew she wouldn’t hurt Hermione for anything.

In the Chamber, she met Tom Riddle. He was supposed to be her mirror, though she didn’t quite know that yet. He was supposed to be her shadow, the chain around her ankle, the other half (or another eighth) of her story and his soul.

Ginny had been trying to speak for months– to tell someone, to open the diary and the bag under her bed full of chicken-blood-stained robes and to thrust them into the light. But Percy had shushed her, all his assumptions orbiting his own importance to her story. The teachers had patted her on the head. She had been frightened, eleven years old with Tom whispering in her ear, guiding her hands.

Harry had been trying to speak for years– to explain to someone the way she did not feel like Dudley, like Vernon, like the boys in the locker room at school. Hermione had listened. Hermione had given her books and books of people who felt like her. Ron had listened, and taught her wizard’s chess, and kicked Draco in the shins.

But here Harry was, standing alone– a red-haired lump at her feet, dark robes sodden with moldy water. Hermione was frozen. Ron was trapped behind a rock fall and Tom was pacing, gloating, glowing. Ginny was breathing. Ginny had to be breathing. Harry was going to save her. She had to, because no one had listened to the kid, not even Harry.

The phoenix tears left no scars on Harry’s arm. Riddle, the Chamber, the life going out of her, everything that had happened in that long year– none of it left scars on Ginny, or at least none that anyone could see.

When Harry got back to 4 Privet Drive that summer, she suffered through Aunt Petunia’s annual hair cut and then she curled up with Hedwig and wrote a letter. She wrote about the Muggle candies she missed when at Hogwarts, and how her cousin thought she was weird for being excited about summer homework. She asked Ginny how she was.

Ginny wrote back after a long week. She didn’t answer the question, but she wrote about helping Dad on the car, about the apple harvest coming, and Fred and George playing pranks on the ghoul in the attic.

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