Grab your tissues friends! This next gen wizard rock song was written two years ago but it fits so perfectly with Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. It’s heartbreaking in the best of ways. Special thanks to @kingdomforscorbus, @horologically and @thescorpion-queen for pointing me in the right direction for pictures, @jijikaa for chatting with me through tedious edits and @ladysofialara for her support!
[Image of an ask that appeared in our activity but not in our inbox. It reads “Someone asked ‘Lee Jordan is an aromantic trans girl! /H’”]
She feels somewhat lost in her sixth year with no quidditch and everyone chattering about who they want to take to the Yule Ball and what they will wear. She doesn’t want to go with anyone and she doesn’t like the black dress robes (with square shoulders, enormous collar, polished shoes, and purple cravat) that her family purchased. One day she mentions going home for winter holidays (i.e., missing the ball), and later that evening she is ambushed by her friends in the common room. Alicia, Katie, Angelina, Fred, and George don’t want her to miss out on this golden opportunity for all of them to goof off during winter break “and be the best looking group on the Yule Ball dance floor” *George does an awful version of the running man*. Lee grins and agrees to stay on the condition that they will help her fix her dress robes and that Alicia, Katie, and George will all be her dates.
Come Christmas all eyes are on the group of Gryffindors that are the last to enter the Great Hall before the champions. Lee is the talk of the hall. Her altered robes are sleek, crisp, and (thanks to Alicia’s spellwork) a lovely teal. She wears her collar open and her favorite necklace with purple stones. Her beautiful locs are pulled back with a teal ribbon. Lee finally let Angelina introduce her to eyeliner and mascara, and Lee is surprised that she kind of likes it. She walks in feeling great with Alicia, George, and Katie on her arm. They have the best night and the best winter break ever.
A/N: Ok I know my excuse for not uploading is always, there has been a lot of shit going on in my life, but there really has been and this time it’s not just events and such it’s drama and such and I’m sorry :(
Request: a george weasley one where draco tells the reader (muggle born) to leave the purebloods alone and that she shouldnt be dating george and george tells them off and comforts her?
Today the students who were in their third year and up were able to go to Hogsmeade. You loved Hogsmeade trips as this was some of the only time you and your boyfriend George spent alone. You loved his twin brother Fred like your own brother, but it was nice to spend time alone. It was snowing outside and both of you thought it would be a wonderful idea to go into The Three Broomsticks.
You shivered as you walked in and the bell rang. You walked over to an empty table near the window, you put your heavy coat on the back of your chair and sat down. You rubbed your hands together trying to get some amount of warmth.
“Butterbeer?” Your boyfriend asked, getting ready to go order for the both of you.
“Yes please.” You said in a low voice, blowing into your hands as George left to order. Even though it was freezing outside, you could never turn down a butterbeer.
You were a muggle-born in your fifth year at Hogwarts. You were in Gryffindor, the house of the brave and courageous. You never understood why you were in Gryffindor as you were quiet, and shy and not outgoing at all. George said it was because you were brave in other aspects of life, but you weren’t convinced.
You looked around the room and tensed up when you saw Draco Malfoy and his group of Slytherins walk into the room. Draco was never nice to you n(or anyone for that matter) and found joy in making fun of you. You turned the other way, waited for George to come back and watched the group of Slytherins sit on the other side of the room.
“Here you go, a butterbeer for my love,” George said placing a butterbeer in front of you and sitting opposite you. You hummed in content as you took your first sip, butterbeer was one of the best things about being a wizard. When you heard George groan, you looked up at him with a puzzled expression. You understood why he was so disgusted as you saw him looking at the other side of the room. You placed your hand over his and he turned back to you, smiling.
“I hate Malfoy, you know?” He stated making you giggle.
“Who doesn’t?” You asked making him chuckle.
“Fair point.” Your eyes scanned the room and you noticed Draco staring at you. You averted your gaze back to your butterbeer. George must’ve noticed as he placed his hand on top of yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
“Don’t let him bother you, he is the biggest git.” He said rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. You didn’t say anything as you didn’t exactly know what to say. “Hey, wanna hear a joke?” George asked trying to make you smile again.
You left The Three Broomsticks with a big grin on your face. You were pretty sure you had spent the whole time giggling at George being an idiot and trying to make you happy. You put your coat on as you headed towards the door. You were also quite glad you were leaving as the whole time you could feel Draco’s eyes on the side of your head. George opened the door for you making the bell ring. As you stepped outside you heard the bell ring again and turned around to see Draco coming towards you. You nudged George making him turn around and glare at Draco.
“What do you want, Malfoy?” George sneered as Draco came up to you.
“Why would I want anything, blood traitor,” Draco said with a stupid smirk on his face. You immediately rolled your eyes at him which you instantly regretted. His eyes switched to you and smirked, “What’s your problem, mud blood?” You didn’t want to reply as you weren’t someone who would talk back.
“You, of course.” George scoffed taking your hand in his.
“I wasn’t talking to you, blood traitor.” Draco spat at him.
“Go away Malfoy, we don’t want you here.” George said groaning.
“Shut up Weasel, I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to the mud blood. Let’s be honest Weasel, you hit an all-time low when you started dating this mud blood. I hate to say this, but even a blood traitor like you deserves someone better. Why would you want to date someone with filthy blood anyway? Everyone knows mud bloods are worthless, and stupid and shouldn’t be at Hogwarts.” Draco kept going on and it made you awfully upset. You had never done anything to offend him and couldn’t understand why he was so mean to you.
George looked down and saw the heartbroken look on your face as Draco continued talking shit.
George sighed and as Draco continued to talk, George threw a punch right at his nose. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand.
“Run.” George yelled pulling your hand as he started sprinting through the snow. You tried to catch up to him, but it was hard considering how long his legs were compared to yours.
When you reached the castle you were out of breath. You were huffing as George grabbed your face and kissed you.
“I’m sorry he was being such a git.” He apologised.
“It’s alright, it’s not your fault.” You said panting, trying to catch your breath.
“Want to go back to the Common Room?” You nodded and George grabbed your hand leading the way.
The Common Room was empty as most people were at Hogsmeade and everyone else was outside enjoying the snow.
He sat down on the comfy lounge that sat in front of the lit, fireplace. You laid across his lap and nestled your head into his neck. Your legs were all tangled together and his hand was caressing your hair.
“I love you so much you know.” George whispered as he didn’t have to say it too loud as you were so close, “Don’t listen to a word he says. You are perfect and I don’t care what your blood status is. He is just jealous he doesn’t get to hold you whenever he wants. And he doesn’t get to kiss you either.” He said kissing the top of your head, grinning. You removed your head from his neck and sat up. You know sat in his lap facing him.
“Thank you, for standing up for me.” You whispered looking up at him and kissing his nose with a sad smile.
“No problem sweetheart.” He smiled bringing you closer towards him.
“Are you still upset about it?” He asked, noticing you still weren’t your smiling self. You sighed, “Well, it’s just that I didn’t stand up for myself, I told you I’m not brave like a true Gryffindor.”
“Sweetheart, The Sorting Hat put you in this house for a reason. I think it’s because you’re the only girl brave enough to date me.” He said with a stupid smile on his face.
Imagine twelve year old Harry not even knowing how awful his childhood with Dursleys had been until he gets to the Burrow.
Imagine him seeing Percy asleep with a book on his lap, and being baffled that a kid might feel comfortable enough in his own home to be so vulnerable in the living room.
Imagine Molly coming up to the attic to say goodnight to Ron and Harry, and Harry glancing at Ron when he hears her footsteps, trying to figure out what they had done wrong that day.
Imagine him asking George who does all the house chores, and thinking it’s a joke when George answers, “we all do.”
Imagine Ginny pestering Arthur with questions over the Daily Prophet, and Harry trying to shoot her warning looks to stop it! but then Mr. Weasley looks up and patiently answers every single one.
Imagine Bill popping in for a visit one evening and Harry being floored when Bill stops to chat with him.
Imagine Fred chasing after Harry in the yard, playfighting, but Harry actually begins to run for real fear of being hurt.
Imagine Molly burning something on the stove my accident and tossing it, imagine Harry mentioning to Ron, offhandedly, “she could’ve given that one to me, it’s what I eat at home when I mess up dinner” and not knowing why Ron is horrified.
Imagine Harry seeing what a normal, functioning family looks like, and realizing the absence of love in his own life.
Fred and George, however, found all this very funny. They went out of their way to march ahead of Harry down the corridors, shouting, “Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through … ” Percy was deeply disapproving of this behavior. "It is not a laughing matter,” he said coldly. “Oh, get out of the way, Percy,” said Fred. “Harry’s in a hurry.” “Yeah, he’s off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant,” said George, chortling.
count me on team ‘forever annoyed that the goblet of fire movie had the time to show harry flying around fighting a dragon that wasn’t in the book but not even a single mention of him giving fred and george his winnings after offering them to cedric’s parents’
And Harry is still friends with Ron, so of course he still goes to the Burrow all the time.
And Molly still loves him, and he’s still basically family.
The Potter family and the Weasley family having dinners together.
They usually take place at the Burrow b/c there’s more room.
The dining room is packed full of people, and some spill into the living room and the kitchen.
The Grangers and Remus and Sirius show up as well.
Everything is warm and cozy, and it smells so good.
The air is full of the scent of spices and butter, and you can hear laughter and sizzling from the kitchen as Lily and Molly prepare dinner.
(Even though Lily is awful at cooking).
James is in the living room marveling at the twins’ newest invention (and giving them tips when Lily isn’t looking).
Sirius is super impressed, and asks James why they never thought of what the twins’ have
(”Merlin, James. Why didn’t we start a joke shop?” “Because you were too busy being punk and snogging werewolves.” “Touche.”).
Harry and Ron are laughing and playing wizard’s chess or something.
When Lily pops out of the kitchen to ask them to be a little quieter, Arthur asks her questions about muggle inventions.
(Recently, he’s been very invested in popcorn).
When dinner is finally ready, everyone crowds to the tables .
There’s barely any room, and people keep hitting each other with their arms, but no one cares b/c everyone is laughing and smiling.
Dinner is a mix of just about everything, in a mixture of mismatched bowls and plates.
(Some of it is burnt b/c Lily made it, but no one seems to care).
The dinner table is loud and full of conversation.
Percy is talking to Lily about a book that he’s recently read, and she’s suggesting others that he might enjoy.
Hermione adds a few of her personal favorites, and they get into a very deep discussion about their favorite books.
Sirius complains to Remus about the “book club at the table,” and Remus smacks him.
Molly is scolding the twins for trying to sneak pepper and other strange objects into the food.
James, Ginny, Harry, and Ron are having a very heated discussion about Quidditch.
“I can’t believe my son is a Seeker! And you, Ron! A Keeper? Merlin, Ginny, you’re the only sensible one here.”
Ginny laughing as he winks at her.
James challenging everyone to an after-dinner Quidditch match.
Lily smiling from across the table b/c her husband is such a dork and she loves him so much.
Everyone rushes through dessert b/c the impromptu Quidditch matches are the best things about these dinners.
Everyone working together to clean up as well.
Lily and Remus are on washing duty and Fred and George dry. Ron and Ginny put the dishes away, and Harry and Hermione clear the table. James and Sirius serenade the group with a “cleaning song”, and Molly smiles as she makes the adults tea/coffee.
Then everyone rushes outside to play Quidditch.
Team One consists of James, Hermione, Sirius, Percy, and Ron.
Team Two consists of Lily, Harry, Ginny, Fred, and George.
Hermione and Percy are both awful, and Lily isn’t much better.
Regardless, it turns into a fierce competition between Lily and James for their team to win.
They both stop at nothing to win: often shouting, cheating, and trying to shove the other off their broom.
Sirius is cursing every few minutes and Lily is shouting vile insults back at him.
James and Ginny are constantly fighting for possession of the Quaffle, (James calls Harry a traitor when he cheers for Ginny).
Molly is cheering for all of her children and ignoring the teams and Arthur is shouting at Ginny to beat her brothers.
The Grangers cheer for Hermione even though they don’t understand what’s going on.
Remus makes fun of James and Sirius from the sidelines (and is nearly hit by the bludger Sirius sends in his direction).
Rules are forgotten about a third of the way through, and suddenly there are mini teams and cross-team alliances.
Ron declares that he’s a spy and switches teams, and James tries to intercept everything that Lily does with a kiss.
The twins keep announcing that they’ve scored extra points (even though they’re both beaters).
The game ends when everyone is red-faced with laughter and smiles are plastered across their faces.
(Team one has a score of 87 and a half, whereas Team two has 76 points and a gold star)
James kisses his wife and quietly whispers, “we won.”
Lily kisses him back with a careful “in your dreams, Potter.”
Ron wraps his arm around Hermione b/c it’s actually gotten quite cold out.
Remus leans into Sirius, his hands wrapped around a mug of lukewarm tea.
Ginny and Harry breathlessly high-five, and then end up kissing a few seconds later.
Molly smiles and pecks her husband on the cheek.
Percy smiles softly, and the twins tell everyone to get a room.
Everyone laughs, their breaths clouding in the nighttime air.
The stars are shining, and the moon is bright (though not full), and everyone is happy.