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Ravenclaws in a relationship

- Will not kiss on the first date
- Also slow to fall in love
- Want to be the number one priority in their partner’s life
- Very demanding but generous lovers
- Can seem hard to approach because of their standards
- But deep down they want to be loved just as much
- Gives and takes in the bedroom, will prefer “normal” sex but doesn’t mind getting wild every now and then
- Very emotional, arguments will be fierce and feisty
- Will value personal space above all else
- As such, will seek out other independent partners to date
- Doesn’t mind PDA but not all the time
- Suckers for romantic comedies
- Loves a partner who can keep up with their mind, so intelligence and common sense will be a huge turn on
- Values respect and honesty
- Will get upset but will never leave a relationship without working out a solution
- Sarcastic replies and brutish honesty can often get them in trouble
- Have their own way of showing support to their partners
- Will always be reliable and have advice for just about any situation
- The best parents because they will let their children have their own ideas and make their own decisions (to an extent)

Let’s tell another story where Voldemort, snippets of prophecy in hand, went after the Longbottoms instead of the Potters–

Neville Longbottom didn’t do magic until he was nearly eight (and even then it was just bouncing down the stairs after he had tripped), but his grandmother beamed proudly all the same. 

“Used up eight years of it slaying dark wizards,” she told her other society ladies over tea. 

But Neville, in any ‘verse, was not a stupid boy. When people praised him for things that weren’t his fault, he knew better than to believe they were looking at him. Overlooking the stammering, pudgy kid in the corner isn’t that much different from seeing the scar and not the boy. 

His grandmother smiled at him and Neville gulped, tried to will magic into being, because one day she would expect him to be done recuperating from his toddling heroism. 

This was a Neville who stepped onto Platform 9 ¾ with all eyes on him– the Remerberall clutched tight in one sweaty fist, the sleek black cat his uncle had bought him under the other arm. He did not ask for Hufflepuff, even though he wanted to, because he was supposed to be brave. 

Let’s tell this story: if Voldemort went after the Longbottoms, then the Lestranges went after the Potters. 

Peter still betrayed James and Lily to enemy hands. Sirius still chased him down and laughed when he was arrested on the blasted-apart street. Both of these boys were still raised by families that did not know how to love them. Just the scar exchanged hands. 

Except– I wonder if old Dumbledore would have made Harry go to the Dursleys then, or if that particular condemnation was only for the Boy Who Lived, who needed blood protection. Would Harry get to go to Lupin? Or maybe one of the Order members with a more stable income– Andromeda Tonks, maybe, who already had her own little girl to raise, and who despite all the complications did miss having siblings around. 

Little Nymphadora, who even then demanded to be called Tonks, turned her hair every color and let baby Harry tug on it. Harry grew up loved, in this world, but he still grew up lost. He still studied his reflection like meeting his eyes might mean meeting someone else’s. 

Harry still grew up knowing how to use a telephone, spent Christmases with Muggle grandparents. Andromeda went toe to toe with Dumbledore when she disagreed with him; “If I am to raise this boy, then I am going to. I won’t be your nanny, Albus. I don’t care what half a prophecy this boy once was. I don’t care if you glower. I’m a mother and I am a Black and you can think twice before you think about trying to frighten me.”

Ted told Harry and Tonks the story of Goldilocks (he turned his Metamorphmagus nose to a bear snout whenever appropriate), and Andromeda told them about the Deathly Hollows. 

“Which brother is the baby bear?” asked Tonks, not yet old enough for Hogwarts, a literary critic’s light in her eyes. “Which one is just right?”

When Harry went to St. Mungo’s, clinging to Andromeda’s steady hand, tugging on Lupin’s robe, Lily never quite met her son’s eyes. James stole bottle caps and played catch with shaking hands, tried to sneak them out into Harry’s pockets, grin skittering. 

“I think he thinks they’re snitches,” Lupin said. Harry was eight before he learned his father and Lupin were childhood friends. He was surprised. He’d always thought Lupin was much much older. 

In this world, on the Great Hall stone, there was a boy in the crowd named Ron who would be a Gryffindor, because every Weasley always was; there was a boy named Draco who would be a Slytherin, before the Hat had even barely touched his head. 

In this world, there was a boy in the crowd who would be a Hufflepuff, because his big sister was the best thing in the world and Nymphadora Tonks wore yellow on her sleeve. 

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A Gentle Mind - Neville x Reader - Part 3

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Warnings: mentions of physical abuse and slight swearing

I really appreciate all the kind words in the notes for Part 2. Hopefully I can keep enough readers on this to continue. Let me know if more is wanted. Thank you all. 


You made it out of your class from Advanced Charms and like most students now, kept your head down and focused to your next destination.

It had been a week since the night in Gryffindor - the rest of the night and early morning just helping Ollie get through his ailments.

You gave a sigh gently remembering the stare that Neville gave you that night. Your thoughts were wandering from your surroundings, but your feet knew were they were going. To the dining hall once again. Parts of the library were being moved around - the Carrows had found some of the reading material unsuitable for the students.

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Someone asked me what might have happened if Voldemort had gone after the Longbottoms, instead of the Potters, and I wrote this thing. But I kept thinking about it, and here’s another way the story could have gone: 

If Voldemort went after the Longbottoms, maybe the Lestranges went after the Potters.

Peter still betrayed them to enemy hands. Sirius still chased him down and laughed when he was arrested on the blasted-apart street. Both of these boys were still raised by families that did not know how to love them. Just the scar exchanged hands.

Except– I wonder if old Dumbledore would have made Harry go to the Dursleys then, or if that particular condemnation was only for the Boy Who Lived, who needed blood protection. Would Harry get to go to Lupin? Or maybe one of the Order members with a more stable income– Andromeda Tonks, maybe, who already had her own little girl to raise, and who despite all the complications did miss having siblings around.

Little Nymphadora, who even then demanded to be called Tonks, turned her hair every color and let baby Harry tug on it. Harry grew up loved, in this world, but he still grew up lost. He still studied his reflection like meeting his eyes might mean meeting someone else’s.

Harry still grew up knowing how to use a telephone, spent Christmases with Muggle grandparents. Ted told him and Tonks the story of Goldilocks (he turned his Metamorphagus nose to a bear snout whenever appropriate), and Andromeda told them about the Deathly Hollows.

“Which brother is the baby bear?” asked Tonks, not yet old enough for Hogwarts, a literary critic’s light in her eyes. “Which one is just right?”

When Harry went to St. Mungo’s, clinging to Andromeda’s steady hand, tugging on Lupin’s robe, Lily never quite met her son’s eyes. James stole ink pot caps and played catch with shaking hands, tried to sneak them out into Harry’s pockets, grin skittering.

“I think he thinks they’re snitches,” Lupin said. Harry was eight before he learned his father and Lupin were childhood friends. He was surprised. He’d always thought Lupin was much much older.

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