i gave up on harry


Oh simple thing where have you gone
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin


Harry & Ginny;  [x]

I never really gave up on you. Not really. I always hoped…. Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more — myself.


I love year 8 fics, where they’re figuring out the people they’re going to be after the war, but still stuck in hogwarts making up for the disrupted (or skipped) year 7. 

And if those fics have hurt/comfort dealing with the aftermath of, well, of everything, then I am 10000% there for that. 


With your iPod hooked into the speakers and the music blaring throughout the lab, you just couldn’t keep yourself from dancing… You spun around with your hands in the hair, swiveling your hips from side to side as you went before doing a rhythmic little skip with your feet. It wasn’t until you faced the door that you saw Harry standing there, watching you with his arms crossed. You stopped and blushed for just a moment before making a grab for your MP3 device to turn it down.

“I didn’t think anyone was here.” You rushed out after the music had faded. 

Harrison raised an eyebrow. “I live here.”

“Oh, right.” You knew that… Of course cranking up your music up and exaggeratedly swinging yourself about the lab would catch his attention and have him seeking out the source of the racket. “Sorry.”

Harrison watched you for a bit longer before stepping in and taking your iPod to scroll through your music.

“A lot of those are Cisco’s.” You supplied as he quietly looked for songs. “He said I didn’t have good taste so, he gave me a few-”

“Can I join you?”

You blinked. “You dance?”

Harrison shrugged and smiled before choosing a new song and turning the speakers back up. Holding out his hand, he asked, “May I?”

You beamed and took his hand before sliding in and wrapping your arms around his neck to let him lead you through the music.

(X) (X) (~♫♪~)

If I Stumble

I’ve never participated in #hpshipweeks before, but have been loving all the Harry/Ginny popping up. So I gave myself an hour to write a little Harry/Ginny ficlet. Here it is, in all its roughness. 

Long after the battle ended, the castle fell quiet. Quiet other than the settling groans of the stones under stress, the shuffle of the injured, and the endless, endless grief. It raged silently through the space. Ginny felt the frightening press of it, as if allowing even a little in threatened to make everything else collapse. She didn’t bother trying to hold it off. She fell down with it, under the weight of her tears and her loss and her anger. She raged and hugged and demanded why. But that was okay. Because when it was done, she picked herself up off the floor.

She got back up, dammit.

She got back up and held her mum when it was time for her tears. She grabbed George’s shoulder, fingers digging in as if to remind him that there would be pain and sensation and hunger and love and even laughter again some day. That he didn’t die with Fred. That they wouldn’t let him fall down in that black hole without a fight.

She punched Percy hard in the arm, in that perfect spot that would leave his fingers numb and tingly for at least fifteen minutes. She called him a string of filthy names and then hugged him tight and kissed him and completely and utterly forgave him because he was her brother and she knew there would never be enough of those in the world ever again.

She sat next to Ron and just held his hand.

So yes, she fell apart. But she also held together. The war taught her that.

She was still sitting there, Bill’s shoulder under her head when Harry wandered into the Great Hall. Wander was really the only way to describe it, no matter how odd it felt because he had ever been a charging, striding, running, fighting thing. But now he was a bit aimless, as if he wasn’t sure where he was or what he was supposed to do after so long with a single goal in mind. It was finished, it was done. Everything now was ministry clean up and politics and adults treating them like children again even though they weren’t. Not anymore.

Every bit of it was disorienting.  

Only there was a future now, Ginny was certain of it. Nebulous and open and painful and so, so, so alive.

The war was finished and she was alive and so was Harry.

Squeezing Bill’s arm, Ginny pushed to her feet and walked across the hall, her feet adhering to a straight path defined by unrelenting purpose. She was only a few paces away when Harry finally noticed her, his face lifting. His jaw tightened, something relieved and simultaneously wary in his expression. She tried to imagine what she looked like to him, bruised and red-eyed and fiercely determined as she stormed towards him.

To her, he looked solid and real and alive and nothing else mattered.

As she neared, she didn’t stop, just caught his fingers and tugged gently, relieved when he didn’t make even a sound of protest, just turned and followed after her. She led him out into the corridor and into the first empty, mostly undamaged room she could find, closing the door behind them.

They regarded each other in the silence, their clasped hands still stretched between them. Ginny could only stare at him and wonder at how familiar he felt, even when everything about him seemed to have changed.

She felt for a moment the need to rage and cry again, to demand answers. She didn’t know if she should punch him like Percy or just weep on him like she did to Charlie.

“Ginny,” Harry said, as if this one word was the only one he had left. He loaded it with awkwardness and fear and yearning, and suddenly Ginny didn’t want answers. She just wanted him and his fingers warm in hers.

“We don’t have to do this,” she said.

His hand tightened around hers, fingers digging slightly in to the back of her hand. “Do what?”

“The awkwardness and explanations and justifications. Could we just skip that part?”

“Can we?” he asked, sounding like he couldn’t believe it could really be that easy.

She closed the distance between them and fell against him, her ear pressed against the steady beat of his heart. He breathed out, his arms wrapping around her. She could feel his face press against her hair, his hands firm against her back.

She ran her hand down his arm, her finger catching a ragged hole torn by some unknown event. “I guess I’m supposed to say I can’t just forget the last year happened, but I can. I really, really can.”

“When have you ever done what you were supposed to?” he said, his tone wry and warm, settling pleasantly in her stomach.

“Good point,” she said. “I could probably manage to yell, if you prefer.”

He leaned back to look at her, his hand touching her face. The affection in his eyes was almost too much to bear. “Maybe later,” he said.  

And then he was kissing her and she was kissing him back and the long year and the keening castle and the fear and endless horror seemed to all drop away. It wasn’t the same, the feel of his lips on hers. She never expected it to be. But it still felt a lot more like coming home than it had any right to.

“Someday,” he said, his fingers brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, “I’m going to find a way to tell you just how much I missed you.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “We have time. Don’t we?”

“Yeah,” he said, pulling her back into his chest. “We have lots of time.”

It sounded a bit like a promise.

He kissed her again, and she knew it wouldn’t always be enough, but right now with everything still raw and painful and nebulous, it was everything.  A reminder, that there was a future now. That there would be Quidditch and laughter and foolishness and sunshine again.

She believed it.

Buffalo | 3.9.15

*Baby Harry begins to cry*
  • James: It's your turn.
  • Lily: No, it's your turn!
  • James: Okay, okay... But aren't we meant to toughen him up, leave him to cry. Isn't that the newest parenting theory?
  • Lily: You only believe in that theory when it's your turn!

Rockstar Ginny AU: in which Ginny’s famous and Harry is her biggest fan

Ginny is the biggest name in wizarding rock right now and Harry is her old school friend, her biggest fan and a reporter for the Daily Prophet music section. After a charged reunion and awkward interview, Ginny and Harry end up reconnecting and spending the night together.

When morning comes they realize that old feelings have resurfaced and have to make a decision. Ginny knows what she wants, to be with Harry. Will Harry be willing to face stardom to be with Ginny?

remember when harry would sing “its gotta be louuuuu” rip

February 26th: Banned Book

So, I did a thing.