harry potter au!

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MoM | Department of Magical Law Enforcement

Visitors to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE) on Level 2 of MoM’s Whitehall office will find that security is high here, even more so than in the spell-ridden lobby. This itself is unsurprising. However, one is soon distracted – even from the self-directed probity probes – by the large portraits that line all major corridors. 

MLE officers who have fallen in battle stare out at the visitors as they pass, some of them friendly and some less so. They do not move in and out of their frames, as is usually the case, but stay in their frames and keep a watchful eye on the Department. 

While the subjects often chat with each other as officers pass by, visitors are treated to the intimidating experience of their falling silence, and the piercing gaze of witches and wizards who have given their lives to defeat evil. Each portrait features a quote from its subject on the fight against dark magic.

Evil will not prevail for long. Good will have the last word. (Kingsley Shacklebolt, 1960-2022)

Dark wizards want to sow fear, uncertainty, and division among us. They will not succeed. (Frank Longbottom, 1957-2020)

There is nothing they can do to us that will break our spirits or erase what we have done, and will continue to do, for each other. (Alice Longbottom, 1958-2020)

Voldemort is a coward. It takes guts to be kind. (Nymphadora Tonks, 1973-1998)

More Ministry of Magic here, here, and here

More 21st century wizarding here

This is for everyone who wanted to see what the different MoM departments look like. Will be exploring more departments soon, so check back in for that!

Hogwarts- Part 2- Hufflepuff Sunshine

Part 1 

Word Count: 1082


“Firs’ years! Firs’ years over here!” Dan and Phil, standing on the Hogsmeade station platform and shaking in the cold night air, turn their heads to find the source of the booming voice. “C’mon, follow me. Any more firs’ years?” Dan pointed to a giant man making his way through the sea of students with a shining lantern. “Mind yer step, now! Firs’ years follow me!” Shrugging, they followed the man. The group was silent as they made their way toward the lake.

“Ye’ all get yer firs’ sight o’ Hogwarts in a sec,” the man said as they rounded a corner.

“Oooh…” The first years gawked at the castle, its lights shining from the windows and reflecting on the pitch black lake in front of them. “That’s amazing,” said Phil.

“I’ve only seen it in pictures. But it really is so much more beautiful in person.” Dan smiled at the boy he could barely see in the darkness of the evening.

“No more’n four to a boat!” Dan and Phil turned their heads to the lake, where dozens of rowboats floated in the calm, pitch black water. They climbed into a boat, accompanied by two kids they didn’t know. “Everyone here? Right then, FORWARD!”

The boats cut gracefully through the still water as the first years continued to admire the castle they were approaching. “Heads down!” They sailed through a hole cut out of the hill the castle was on, then landed on a rocky beach, the pebbles crunching beneath their feet as they made their way up a path towards the castle doors. Dan tuned out as they entered and Professor McGonagall gave her speech about the four houses. It wasn’t like the sorting mattered anyway. He would be a Slytherin like the rest of his family and he would be put to shame like the rest of them.

He filed in with the rest of the first years, sighing and accepting his fate as the Sorting Hat sang its song and the first few names were called. “Howell, Daniel.” Dan stepped forward as Professor McGonagall called his name. He looked back at Phil for one final time before the brim of the hat fell over his eyes.

He heard the hat speaking in his ears. “You know, you’re different. I sense that Slytherin is the definite choice for you, but you should know this. You have bravery, intelligence, and great kindness. Don’t think that being a Slytherin defines you. You have great compassion and love. Stick with your friends and hold true to who you are. Remember, you’re not just another branch on your Slytherin-filled family tree.” Then, it spoke to the hall. “SLYTHERIN!”

Dan took off the hat, smiling. He had a new sense of optimism as he took his seat as far away as the intimidating Slytherin upperclassmen as possible. “Lester, Philip.” His attention jerked to the front of the room as Phil stepped up to the stool with a childish grin on his face. Radiating kindness and happiness, he was basically a Hufflepuff sunshine. As soon as his blue-green eyes disappeared behind the hat’s brim, it called out, “HUFFLEPUFF!”

The eyes came back, immediately locking with Dan’s. Phil smiled as he made his way over to the Hufflepuff table, which happened to be right beside that of the Slytherins. Dan turned around as Phil sat down across from him at the Hufflepuff table. “You were right, Dan. You really know a lot about this place, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” Dan smiled weakly, wishing he had but one good friend in his house.

“Malfoy, Draco.” Dan rolled his eyes. Draco wasn’t exactly his definition of a friend. In fact, he was practically the opposite. He wasn’t going to enjoy having every lesson with Draco and his goonies, that was for sure. “SLYTHERIN!” Not even a second of hesitation. The blonde-headed boy made his way past Dan and Phil.

“Turn around, Howell. You shouldn’t be socializing with the weak.” Another eye roll followed from Dan.

“Don’t listen to him, Phil. Ever. He’s the one I was talking about on the train.”

“Oh.”

“Potter, Harry.” Both boys turned their heads, along with the rest of the students in the hall. Everyone wanted to see the famous Harry Potter sorted into his house. There was a painfully long moment of hesitation as Dan wondered what was going on underneath that hat. “GRYFFINDOR!” The Gryffindor table erupted in cheers as Harry made his way to it. Dan turned back to Phil.

“Even though we’re not in the same house, we’re still going to stay friends, right? I really don’t have anyone else over here in the house of negativity that is Slytherin.”

Phil smiled. “Of course we will. You were the first person here who was there for me, and I’ll always remember that. I’m sure I’ll make a few Hufflepuff friends though. They all seem like such nice people!”

Dan chuckled. “That’s kinda the point.” Phil gaped as food appeared on the plates behind him.

“Dan, food!” He turned his head. “Yeah, there’s some behind you too.” He turned to his table, gasping and fixing himself a plate. Dan did the same, turning back towards Phil.

“How’d they do that?” Phil asked, stuffing his face with steak.

“Magic.” Dan laughed.

“But magic isn’t…” Phil burst out laughing. “I’m still not really used to this whole wizard thing.”

Dan smiled softly at the giggling boy, admiring his smile. “Speaking of magic, we need to compare schedules tomorrow morning. Sometimes houses have classes together.”

“Good. It’ll be nice to have some time with you.” Phil smiled and Dan blushed a bit. He was unsure as to why, and the thought began to eat away at his brain. Before he could think of a response, Dumbledore was talking. Dan tuned him out, attempting to figure out why he had been blushing. Nothing made sense to him all of a sudden. As the feast ended and they were led from the hall to their dormitories, Dan decided just to blame it on his social awkwardness and move on with his evening.

Dan settled himself in his bed, sighing after the long evening. His pessimism settled back in as he fell asleep. The dungeons were cold and dreary, and Dan could sense a lack of happiness in each of the Slytherins. They didn’t have the radiant glow about them that Phil did. Phil was a Hufflepuff sunshine, and Dan really needed one in the cloudy sea of Slytherins.

Harry Potter AU- The Other Boy

What if it were Vernon and Petunia who were killed in that “car crash”? How would the muggle boy be treated in the wizard household?


“Hey Harry!” James calls up the stairs. He had just gotten home from work, dropping his things carelessly on the floor. “Come on, let’s see if we can get some practice in before the rain comes!” Harry Potter, only 12 years old, had recently finished his second year at Hogwarts. His father, James, was thrilled to find out Harry had made seeker in his first year and spent hours with him practicing whenever he could. 

Harry skipped down the stairs, always up for a game of Catch (the Snitch) with his dad. He was getting pretty good, and managed to snatch the golden ball before James a few times. 

“Wear a jacket, you two!” Lily called from the kitchen. She gave each of them a peck on their way out. Once the coast was clear, another boy slumped down the stairs. He sat alone on the couch, staring down at his feet. 

“Dudley, dear, have you washed up for dinner?” Dudley muttered a response, but Lily could tell he was feeling off- he had been since Harry returned from school for the summer. 

“Are you feeling alright?” Lily took a seat next to him, feeling his forehead. 

“I’m alright, Aunt Lily, I just…I don’t understand why I can’t go to Hogwarts too! I know I can’t do magic but aren’t there other things? Like…flying, and potions and stuff, I could learn that! I’d study really hard, and…and…” 

“Dudley, you know only wizards are allowed. Why would you want to go there anyways? You fit right in at your mug- uh, you’re school.” Dudley glanced out the window as James and Harry were darting past on their brooms. 

“I’m not good for anything at home. I can’t play Quit-itch with Uncle James, I can’t just wave a wand to do chores, and half the time I have no idea what Harry is talking about! We have nothing in common! I know I’m not your son and all…I don’t think I belong here.” Lily’s eyes almost filled with tears. 

“Oh Dudley, you know James and I love you. I know what that feels like- really I do! I grew up in a muggle home where I always felt out of place. You shouldn’t ever feel useless. You can do things that we can’t, you know. You’re smarter in all of your subjects- English, Science, technology- you know your uncle doesn’t know a blasted thing about working a computer!” This made Dudley laugh, which cheered Lily up as well. 

“And you’re so good at sports! Forget Quidditch. You are the best player on your football team, and don’t you forget it.”

“I’m not that good,” Dudley shrugged. 

“Oh really? So which kid have I been watching at your games all year?” He laughed some more, his spirits obviously lifting. 

“James and Harry can get a bit closer once he’s come back, we’ve all missed him! Maybe you and I can teach them a muggle sport! We can all spend some time together! Oh, um…I’m sorry, dear.”

“It’s alright, you can call me a muggle.” he sighed.

“In this house, muggle is not a dirty word! I just don’t want you to feel different for it, that’s all. But you are different, and if you ever feel like that’s a bad thing again you can always talk to me.  You may not be my son, Dudley, but you’re as good as!“

Lily wrapped the boy in a hug, and the two of them prepared dinner in the kitchen, laughing at every sloppy mess they made. The boys came in and the family ate together. A mother, a father, an aunt, an uncle, a boy, and his cousin. They kept each other safe. Safe from harm, safe from judgement, and from anything the world had to throw at them. 

The shelves and mantle held pictures of two happy children- both well loved, and taken care of. School awards sat in each bed room. A broomstick and a bicycle parked side by side in the garage. All was well. 

Draco's Punishment

“You… what?” Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry as if daring him to repeat what he’d just said.

Harry attempts to say it again, although with much less confidence than his previous try. He mumbles it under his breath, and it comes out incoherent.

“Potter, if I’d wanted to hear incoherent murmuring, I would’ve went to the kitchen and spoke to house elves instead,” Draco wore a scowl that matched the impatience dripping in his tone. It sent shivers down Harry’s spine. Draco always gave harry shivers. And tingles. And adrenaline. But often for different reasons. Now? Now was a reason not worth celebrating. And it frightened him to the bone.

“I… kissed Cho Chang…” Harry once again muttered under his breath, each word a pain to utter.

Harry had his head down, refusing to take on the seething boy’s icy glare. The silence was eerie.

Draco raised his head up and stood taller, straighter, with his chest out. He kept his eyes on Harry.

“Well, technically she kissed me,” Harry offered in a hopeful tone.

Draco raised an eyebrow once more. “And you let her.” Harry could not argue.

Draco started pacing, his slow yet daunting footsteps filled the stillness of the moment, eyes still on Harry.

“You see, Potter, I really couldn’t care any less at technicalities. It’s all fuss, who kissed who and that bit. The point is,” he walks closer to Harry who was now staring at him, intent and cautious. Draco lifts Harry’s chin up slightly through nimble fingers. “You brushed lips with someone else.”

He stared at Harry’s lips with an indefinable look in his eyes, and huffed. “Now I could not possibly place my lips where others have been,” he scoffed, repulsed by the idea another had felt Harry where none should. Tasted him. Held him. Known him. Harry stared and saw Draco’s face painted with sheer annoyance. Draco’s muscles visibly tense and Harry knows anger is coursing though his veins. Draco tries to keep it at bay through a sharp inhale, but fails miserably at that.

He leans closer to Harry, faces close. His eyes were gleaming. Seething. Dangerous. “She may have tasted your lips,” his voice left his lips in a soft whisper, giving Harry tingles. “But she will never know what it’s like here,” he kissed Harry’s forehead tenderly. They’re eyes meet and Harry sees Draco’s anger vanish. “Here,” he kissed his nose. His eyes are closed. “Here,” he spoke softly, lovingly as he kissed his cheek.

Draco’s fingers trace the side of Harry’s neck as his lips went lower, his nose nuzzling his neck on the opposite side, just below his ear. Harry whimpers at his touch. “Here,” he claimed Harry’s soft spot and whimpers became moans. His lips linger longer, then he moves to his jaw. “Here,” he whispers again and showers him with kisses all over, each one rougher and more determined than the previous. When he reaches Harry’s ear, he bites on his earlobe and Harry grunts.

Draco smirks. “If there’s one thing you must know about me, Potter. It’s that I don’t share.”

He finally crashes his lips into Harry, determined to erase every bit of memory there was Cho had left for Harry. Draco’s lips were soft. Commanding. Maddening. And they’re all that fill Harry’s mind.

Draco ends the kiss with Harry in a daze. With a dangerous look in his eyes, he gave a mischievous grin and spoke once more. “I’m quite territorial, you see.”

so i’ve somehow decided it’s going to be school au weekend, complete with a hogwarts tonight, a new one tomorrow night, and bus rides sunday night. it’s gonna be great you guys today is my first day of summer and i’m spending the entire time writing :)))) 

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Dan and Phil x Harry Potter x Life is Strange Crossover

A Concept: You play as Daniel Howell, a young half-blood wizard who mysteriously receives time-rewinding powers at the beginning of his first year at Hogwarts. He realizes his powers do not adhere to the same spatiotemporal constraints as time turners: they do not obey the Novikov Self-Consistency Principle, and can only rewind up to five minutes at a time.  Unbeknownst to Dan, his powers are finite - the rate of depletion is available only to you, the player, in a meter on the right of the screen. For the first half of his time at Hogwarts, you use Dan’s powers to remake decisions to make life easier for him and his Muggle-born best friend Phil. Then, in his fourth year, Harry Freakin’ Potter returns from the maze with a dead body and life for Dan gets really dark really quickly. You realize too late you should probably have conserved your powers for the war.

There are four fixed events in the game: Befriending Phil, Cedric’s death, Dumbledore’s death, and Dan’s powers running out sometime during the Battle of Hogwarts.

BTS x Hogwarts [1/]

「based on Namjoon’s sorting


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                                                           「FAQ

  • <p> <b>Me, right after I published a piece of writing:</b> so proud of myself this is the cutest thing I ever wrote I am a LeGenD<p/><b>Me, one day later:</b> yeah, it IS cute, good job<p/><b>Me, one week later:</b> well it's cool but I could have phrased this paragraph differently<p/><b>Me, one month later:</b> *discovers 362819 grammatical errors, misspelled words and typos*<p/><b>Me, a year later:</b> I didn't write this. Nope. So embarrassing. This is so obnoxiously cutesy and every single action and sentence is so out of character it hurts my heart nope nope this is torture<p/></p>

so my best friend and I were joking around and were like: what if students at Hogwarts had a youtube channel?

and then things went downhill.

  • What I Eat In A Day At Hogwarts | Neville Longbottom
  • Triwizard Tournament Haul // Cho Chang
  • weird things brothers fight about | the twins
  • Book Recommendations #43 | Hermione Granger
  • types of people at the yule ball | parvati patil
  • Hogwarts Houses Stereotypes | Luna Lovegood w/ Ginny Weasley
  • DEALING WITH HATERS | #AskDraco
  • never have i ever | Hufflepuff Edition
  • 10 Things Only Prefects Understand | Percy Weasley
  • Reading Weird Muggle Stories || Ron Weasley
  • Witch Talk | Feminism, Sexism & Objectification | Hermione Granger w/ Luna Lovegood & Ginny Weasley
  • PUBLIC FLYING PRANK | the twins
  • spells against humanity || blaise zabini
  • How To Speak Fluent Sarcasm | Ginny Weasley
  • MY CRAZY BODY TRANSFORMATION || Remus Lupin
  • Common Room Tour | The Ravenclaws
  • I ONCE STOLE MY DAD’S CAR || Ron Weasley
  • THE BOYFRIEND TAG | Dean Thomas w/ Seamus Finnigan
  • Teachers Impressions in 5 minutes! | Ginny Weasley
  • Guess The Magical Creature // Luna Lovegood
  • how well do we know each other? - Harry James Potter ft. Ron Weasley
  • Daily Quidditch Workout | Oliver Wood
  • battle scars cover // Harry James Potter
  • I GOT PUNCHED IN THE FACE BY A GRYFFINDOR? #AskDraco
  • Last Minute DIY Christmas Jumpers | Molly Weasley
  • New Bathroom Accessories | Moaning Myrtle
  • What’s In My Case | Newt Scamander
  • Going Through My Old Diary | The Dark Lord