Every single Drarry story I’ve read has been like “Harry thought he was straight bc of Ginny” or “But Ginny” or “He didn’t want to hurt Ginny” and I can understand that bc of canon. But I just want to ask something. Why the fuck was Harry with Ginny in the first place? I mean I love Ginny I really do. But for the first like 4 years that Harry knew her, she was creepily obsessed with him and Harry HATED that kind of attention. In the Triwizard Tournament, the person who was most important to Harry was her brother. The first time he ever had a romantic thought about her was when he had pretty much accepted that he was going to die so yeah who the fuck wants to die when their only kiss was with a girl bawling her eyes out over her ex boyfriend? And it came out of fucking nowhere. It was like “Oh shit there’s this evil guy after me. Oh shit I really gotta sort my life out bc something always happens every year at Hogwarts. Oh shit I gotta kill Voldemort. Oh shit look Ron’s little sister’s kinda pretty. I MUST BE IN LOVE WITH HER WHATTTTTT” like wtf Harry no sit down calm down. You’re not in love with her. You’re a hormonal teenager. And then he breaks up with her bc he’s pretty much gonna die. And then when it’s time for the Hogwarts battle, you know what Harry does? He’s like “GINNY STAY WHERE YOU ARE DONT FIGHT!” But you know who else told her that? HER FREAKING BROTHERS. How Harry thought of her in any non-platonic way is beyond me. Harry always thought of her as a little sister but then he discovered what a dick was and he was like YEAH LEMME MARRY HER. I will never get over the outrage of Harry’s romance with Ginny. I would sooner accept Harry being in a weird love triangle with Hermione than I would accept him with Ginny. Like I said, I love Ginny. I just can’t stand their relationship
I f*cking love crossovers. - The Ravenclaw dorm has an unspoken rule: do not turn off the radio - Back in 1983, a team off Ravenclaws figured out how to make a radio work in Hogwarts, but something was off - It only picked up one station: Night Vale Community Radio - The students didn’t know what to make of it. Was it a fictional station? Was it a real place? - Regardless, they left it on. They never once turned it off, to this day. - It’s a morale strengthener and bonding exercise for the Ravenclaws - Every evening all the Ravenclaws gather in the common room to listen to the American’s sultry voice - Some of them study, some of them create, some of them just listen silently, but all of them listen - Eventually, one bright student learns that Night Vale is a real place - The head of Ravenclaw house has to send them all to bed because of the party - Many Ravenclaws head to Night Vale after they graduate and are just so happy because Merlin’s beard, it’s real - All of the other houses are completely baffled by the Ravenclaws - “What the hell are they talking about?” - Luna Lovegood, especially, takes a shine to the radio station and brings some of her friends to listen one year. - Namely, Ginny, Hermione, Harry, and Ron - Obviously, Hermione breaks a little bit - “Muggle technology can’t work here!” “This is obviously just fiction!” “This can’t be a real place!” - Ron and Harry work together to stop her and they all listen in rapt attention - Ginny falls in love with the station, and Harry likes it - Ron doesn’t buy it - Hermione is convinced it’s fictional, and that there’s no such place as ‘Night Vale’ - Years later, Luna takes a trip to America after graduation - And Hermione receives a post card with the words “Welcome to Night Vale” on it and a photo of Luna in front of the sign - She has to sit down and absorb it - It’s a tradition for seventh years to tell first years what they need to know about the radio - Most importantly, not to turn off the radio - It’s a tradition that still stands today. - It’s a big reason of why Ravenclaws are the weirdest, wackiest, and most creative house as a whole (I plan on doing different crossovers with Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin, too, this is just my Ravenclaw pride coming through)
The first conversation of this type at this table had been Charlie, at seventeen, so serious and so scared. He’d looked down at his hands, not meeting Molly’s eyes, or even Arthur’s. The word asexual was whispered like something shameful, and the Weasley parents stumbled over each other to explain that it wasn’t. Shameful. That they loved him anyway.
They walked away from the conversation feeling close to Charlie, glad for the opportunity to be trusted like this, and for the chance to reassure him of their unconditional love. They hadn’t expected the conversation to be the first of many.
Fred’s turn was next, a few years later. He was sixteen, and Molly assumed when he asked for his parents attention at the kitchen table that he was about to confess to the mysterious burn mark on the outside of the house, just under Ron’s attic window. When he instead said that he was bisexual, Molly found herself almost relieved. It was Arthur who did the reassuring that time, though they both hugged him before he left the kitchen.
Ginny’s coming out had been almost casual. She, too, had been sixteen, and had addressed her concerns mainly to her mother, sure that her father wouldn’t fly off the handle. As it turned out, Molly nodded and said that she had known all along, and Arthur laughed and started counting on his fingers.
Harry felt the same conversation necessary, after his breakup with Ginny. He looked, while pronouncing the words, as if he had put something very sharp in his mouth and was getting up the courage to swallow it. “You’ve taken me in and I broke up with your daughter, and I might start dating boys and I’m – I, I’m sorry.”
Molly’s heart broke, like it always does when Harry’s lack of parental affection throughout his life shines through, and she reached for him, reassuring him that of course it was alright, they loved him like one of their sons, he doesn’t need to hide this about himself. Arthur laughed. “You saved three of our lives, Harry, and then the entire world. It would take a lot more than bisexuality to put us off of you.” It shocked Harry that he hadn’t been the one to use the word, but they had known anyway. He felt so much lighter, so much freer having told someone other than Ginny how he felt. The entire world felt within his grasp, now, with such a strong base of love to draw from.
The last conversation - of their children, at least, their grandchildren were going to have their own sets of comings-out - didn’t happen at the kitchen table, but rather, at the front door on Christmas Eve, when Oliver Wood, dressed to the nines and bearing a beautiful poinsettia and a bottle of elf-wine, trailed happily behind Percy. “Mother, you remember Oliver from our school days. I’ve brought him tonight as my partner,” Percy said, in a voice that left no room for disapproval or argument. “I would have brought him before, but we didn’t want to steal Ginny’s thunder from the wedding.”
Molly smiled, kissed Percy and thanked Oliver for the poinsettia, seemingly nonplussed, and just happy to everyone she loved, and everyone her children loved all under one roof.
“ Didn’t you hear about that, Ted? ” asked Dirk. “ About the
kids who tried to steal Gryffindor’s sword out of Snape’s office at
An electric current seemed to course through Harry, jangling his
every nerve as he stood rooted to the spot.
“ Never heard a word, ” said Ted. “ Not in the Prophet, was it? ” “ Hardly, ” chortled Dirk. “Griphook here told me, he heard about
it from Bill Weasley who works for the bank. One of the kids who
tried to take the sword was Bill’s younger sister. ”
Harry glanced toward Hermione and Ron, both of whom were
clutching the Extendable Ears as tightly as lifelines.
“ She and a couple of friends got into Snape’s office and smashed
open the glass case where he was apparently keeping the sword.
Snape caught them as they were trying to smuggle it down the staircase. ”