remember when harry had a twin

Recently I’ve seen lot of posts where McGonagall freaks out when Harry’s children start Hogwarts and I know it sounds funny but it really bothers me that some people think this is something she would do. 

Let’s just remember that she:

- fought and survived THREE wars.
- had to deal with the marauders AND Voldemort’s inner circle when they were young.
- kept the Weasley twins at bay. 
- perfectly managed a school full of teenagers when every year a psychopath tried to kill Harry.
- had to bury most of her dearest and brilliant students.
- had to deal with the fact she is one of the main reasons why the Death Eaters were really good, she taught them well and then used this knowledge to kill.
- spent months living in constant mortal peril when Snape was headmaster and never cared about her safety, her main concern were her students.
- HAD TO ALWAYS FIX DUMBLEDORK STUPID MISTAKES BECAUSE HE HAD NO CLUE ABOUT HOW TO MANAGE A SCHOOL AND ALWAYS KEPT HER IN THE DARK UNTIL THE SHIT HIT FAN THEN IT WAS HER RESPONSABILITY TO SAVE THE DAY.
- was only “defeated” once and it was because she was fighting against FOUR Aurors when they tried to arrest Hagrid. 
- was feared and respected even by the Death Eaters and the corrupted Ministry of Magic. 
- classy dealt with Dolores Umbridge even when her career was in danger.

Do you really think she would be scared of a bunch of kids just for their last name?!

Come on! She will be like “Finally! I was getting really bored”.

Those children are so not ready for Minerva “McBadass” McGonagall.

So I babysat for 8 hours today and came up with a headcanon with the help of @hpandtheprinter

  • James Potter is great with kids. 
  • He runs a babysitting thing during the summer holidays. 
  • Like this man has a small herd of children.
  • Sirius is no help when he runs away and lives with the Potters. He’s worse than the children, honestly.
  • And this all starts because James wants to impress Lily with how good he is with kids, this is like before 3rd or 4th year.
  • So he makes a shit ton of flyers and goes to the park and hands them out to the women who look tired, or just puts them up. 
  • Because some of the people are Muggles, he needs to learn muggle tech, another bonus towards impressing Evans if he says so himself. This boy gets his parents to install a phone in the shed, banning magic from the shed so phone doesn’t go crazy due to magic.
  • He has about 12 kids who are regulars.
  • Cheering charms and Pepper-Up Potions are his best friends
  • In 5th year a 6th year girl ends up in the duff, so he brings this to Hogwarts and actually ends up with quite a few kids.
  • He manages this, plus everything else. Eventually Peter and Remus find out. Peter laughs, Remus rolls his eyes.
  • After school he proposes the idea to the Order. This runs all the way up until the Potters go into hiding.
  • Lily finds out one day and in Em’s words: She comes home from something to all these children and at first she’s like ?!???. But then she sees James holding the smallest on his hip while he finishes up some snacks for the others and she just melts.
  • But here’s the kicker; James exclusively babysits the Weasley kids. By the time he’s out of school it’s his favorite thing. He’s constantly encouraging Bill, Charlie, and even Percy sometimes, to go for their dreams. He is a champ with Twins. They love him and quiet down right away for this man. Faster than with Molly. He introduces them to pranks and soon it’s him vs Charlie and Percy vs Gred and Forge. Charlie eventually decides he wants to obsess over dragons and so it’s Gred and Forge vs James and Percy. 
  • Then the Potters go into hiding in 1981 and the kids don’t see them for a few months and then there’s a funeral. Bill is trying not to cry, Charlie retreats to his dragons, Percy develops a hatred for pranks and rule breaking, the twins have no clue what’s going on. They’re only 4 years old and as they grow older they only vaguely remember a smiling man who played with them. 
  • “He had a nickname of some sorts something…” “Like Proddy?” “Nah, it doesn’t matter..” 
  • The name Prongs sounds familiar when they find the map but they don’t think anything of it.
  • Basically James Potter is the best man ever 
Platform 9¾

Harry’s first time in King’s Cross as seen by Lily and James

James: Finally! Today’s the day he gets away from those pigs.

Lily: James! That’s very mean.

James: Tell me I’m wrong, I dare you.

Lily: Well… Alright.

*Vernon leaves Harry with a evil grin on his face because he’s sure platform 9¾ doesn’t exist*

James: *shouting* That bloody wanker, look at the smugness on his face.

Lily: Well, how on earth is he going to find Platform 9¾? I couldn’t have found it if it wasn’t for Severus.

*Harry asks someone where the platform is they look at him like he’s out of his mind, he then hears Weasleys*

James: Oh my god, Harry you can’t just ask Muggles where it is.

Lily: Is that–

James: Molly Prewett and–

Lily: Arthur Weasley–

James: with one, two, three, four, five– FIVE KIDS? 

Lily: If I remember correctly there are two more.

James: HOW!?

Lily: *grinning* Well Jamie when a woman and a man love each other so much–

James: Are you giving me the birds and the bees talk, Lils? We have a kid together.

Lily: *raising an eyebrow* Don’t deny it, you still have some trouble accepting that.

James: Yes I do, thank Merlin the definitive proof is walking next to Molly right now.

*”Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother?”*

Lily: *sadly* They look so much like Fabian and Gideon

James: Well I’m pretty sure Molly named them after them, Fred and George. *smiling* Fabian and Gideon were a handful, too.

Lily: Molly didn’t change a bit though.

James: She was never that kind to me.

Lily: You were never innocent, James.

James: *ruffling his hair* I hate it when you have a point.

Lily: I, on the other hand, love it.

James: That scar is making me go crazy. He could have had Harry Potter written on his forehead and less people would have recognised him.

Lily: *teasing* Sirius is that you?

James: Alright, got it, it was a tad bit too dramatic.

*Harry watches the Weasley family as they argue and talk.

“Poor dear - no wonder he was alone, I wondered. He was ever so polite when he asked how to get onto the platform.”

“Never mind that, do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?”  "I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don’t you dare”*

James: *grinning* I love that woman as of right now and those twins might just be me and Sirius of the 90s.

Lily: *furrows her eyebrows* Molly wouldn’t let them.

James: Molly would never know if they are anything like me and Sirius. 

*Ron and Harry sit together in the compartment and talk*

James: You know I met Sirius, Peter and Remus on the train. *grinning* Marauders 2.0, amirite?

Lily: Merlin, I hope you are not.

*Harry buys candy and pasty for himself and shared them with Ron because he’s an actual cinnamon roll*

Lily: Oh my poor child, he is having the same problems I had when I first came but at least I had someone teach some of it.

James: I mean I think it’s weird that Muggle photos are not moving.

Lily: *eye roll* That boy looks so much like Frank!

James: That’s because that’s Neville.

Lily: *reminiscing* The other baby referred by the prophecy. The things they did to Alice and Frank, I can’t even imagine what he is going through.

James: Have you met Augusta? I did. During one of the missions we used her house as a safe house and that woman is– is something.

*Hermione comes in the compartment just as Ron was about to try turn Scabbers yellow*

James: She sounds so much like you, Lils!

Lily: Oh shut up.

*“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.“*

James: Why didn’t that work? It should have worked.

Lily: It’s probably because of the wand Jamie, he said it’s his brothers old wand.

James: Weird. *house talk starts* Oi Weasley, what kind of a question is that? Of course he’s going to be in Gryffindor!

Lily: He doesn’t have to.

James: But he will

Lily: *annoyed* K.

James: I like this kid. Hates Slytherin, loves Quidditch. Nice.

Lily: *mocking* Your standards are very high James.

James: Ugh, Blondie is here. 

*"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,”*

Lily: *laughing* Did he just–

James: *punching the air* Shut. It. DOWN.

Lily: That’s some Sirius worthy sass.

James: Blondie deserves a smack in the head or a proper hexing. If Sirius was there he would have flattened him.

Lily: Draco, really? Couldn’t they find a name that doesn’t scream “I’m a Pureblood”?

James: I’m pretty sure that’s what Narcissa went for.

Lily: *laughing* The rat is a Gryffindor though.

James: I’m freaking about the sorting ceremony. What if he’s not a Gryffindor? What if– what if he’s a Slytherin?

Lily: Do I need to remind you that one of the most notorious blood-traitors was in Slytherin house, do you remember Andromeda Black? She’s a bad-ass witch and her face is burnt off the Black family tree, too. 

James: How do you know that?

Lily: Sirius told me. 

James: How do I not know that?

Lily: How can I know?!

James: I feel betrayed by Sirius..

Lily: *smiling* Piss off James.

She slides into the wall when he finally does, the cat coming out of nowhere and it makes her jump before unintentionally gliding into the space besides the pantry and between the set of cupboards. Squealing when Harry slides himself right in her way, trapping her in between his arms before kneeing at her, “Gotcha!” He chirps and she sighs heavy.

“No fair,” she huffs, “The cat just appeared in front of my feet, you lot are plotting against me I bet. You jerks.”

Grinning, Harry leans forward and nudges at her cheek dotingly, “Bunny, you’re just slow.”

or Things aren’t as easy as Harry would’ve hoped

part 1

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Yeah...//George Weasley x Reader

Title: Yeah…

Prompt: “I’m happy you’re telling story’s again,” “Yeah.”

Could u do #37 with george please? If you cant then it is okay xx”

Pairing: George x Reader

Warning: None? Sad George.

A/N: I made a instagram dedicated to harry potter and my edits. you can follow it if you’d like “baby.draco”


 Sighing George sat down. He had pulled out a book, sitting beside his twin sons’ beds, “I don’t want to hear that boring story again.” One of them, the one George had named, Fred, groaned. “Please tell us a different story, please daddy.” Ronald begged.

George sighed.

“What story do you want to hear?” George gulped, the two red headed twins looked at each other, “Tell us about mummy,” Fred smiled big, “And Fred.” Ronald yelped. George hadn’t told them stories about you or Fred since he didn’t think he could take it.

Since you had gotten pregnant before the Battle of Hogwarts and Harry had asked for help when the twins had just tuned one. They couldn’t remember you, not as vividly as George could. The twins could describe little bits of you. Y/C/H and Y/C/E’s were always the first thing they noticed in pictures, always pointed out that Fred was standing beside you and George in your shared home, always smiling as they watched you three laugh in the picture.

“What story?” George asked, “How did you meet mummy?” Fred asked, “And how did she and Fred become best friends?” Ronald asked, George looked at them with tear filled eyes. He didn’t want to let a tear escape.

It had been five years since you and Fred had passed, George could still see it. It had replayed in his head over and over again. That’s what still kept him awake at night, the sound of your screaming echoed in his head.

“Your mummy and I had meet at Hogwarts, she was in Gryffindor like Fred and I,” George told them, “Our whole family had been in Gryffindor.” He smiled to himself remembering Ginny in her first year, “She had sat next to me, Fred had started talking to her first actually, claiming that he was me, and I was him.” George laughed before Fred, tugged on his sleeve, “Like Ron and I do?” Fred giggled, George chuckled nodding, “Yeah,”

“A couple years went by and we all became close friends, she had always been a year younger, so she had been talking to me about how hard her classes were and this and that. Finally she said how stressed she was so I offered to take her on a date, it was amazing-”

“Where did you take mummy?” Ronald asked, sitting up in his bed.

“The Three broomsticks.” George smiled, “She was so beautiful, her Y/H/C was flying everywhere and she had snow pilling up on her shoulders, and I miss her.” The ending came out quite as his smile faded. “Daddy?” the twins said in unison,

I’m happy you’re telling stories again.” Their voices were soft as they looked at their fathers watery eyes, “Yeah.” George whispered, “It’s time for bed,” he got up smiling at the two boys, their dimples showed as they smiled back. George looked at the picture the boys kept on their bedside table. “I love you,” George said walking away from them, “I love you too.” They said in unison. George closed the door, wiping his eyes, before letting out a soft sob.

Am I the only one who got excited when Coop went into Sonny Jim’s bedroom and the whole room had a cowboys-and-Indians theme? I was kind of hoping Coop would remember Harry and Hawk and then have some kind of revelation.

Random Harry Potter headcanon no one asked for Part 1 (worth it, I promise)

So I kept seeing all these jokes about how Fred and George Weasley saw Ron in bed with Peter Pettigrew for three years via the Marauders Map and didn’t say anything about it, and it always stuck with me, sitting at the back of my mind, tickling my conscious every now and again. Because while there are some theories in the HP fandom that make sense and some that just do not work, there was always something slightly… off about this one joke. And I’ve come up with something that may be even better than the twins noticing but not commenting on Ron’s bedmate. 

So we all know that the Weasleys are poor, and most of Ron’s things are second hand from his older brothers. He even says, “I’ve got Bill’s old robes, Charlie’s old wand, and Percy’s old rat.” (SS, Ch6 pg100) A lot of people forget that Scabbers was also second hand. 

Now for some quick math. Percy at the beginning of the series is returning to Hogwarts for his fifth year, because he has been made a Prefect - canonically known for being select fifth year students, see OotP Ch9 - so he is four years older than the golden trio. The twins are two years oder than the golden trio, so Percy is two years ahead of the twins. Now we know the twins stole the map from Filch’s office in their first year (PoA, Ch10 pg191), so Percy is thirteen or fourteen years old at this point in time. And if Harry and Ron are any indication as to what age puppy love and slight sexual awakening begin (”She smiled at Harry as the teams faced each other behind their captains, and he felt a slight lurch in the region of his stomach that he didn’t think had anything to do with nerves.” “A curvy sort of woman with a pretty face was serving a bunch of rowdy warlocks up at the bar. ‘That’s Madam Rosmerta,’ said Ron. ‘I’ll get the drinks, shall I?’ he added, going slightly red.” PoA pgs259&200 respectively), Percy is at the tender age where he could very well be starting to grow feelings for someone

So Fred and George figured out how to work the map their first year at Hogwarts, and in PoA (pg 191) they state they know it by heart. I’ve decided to run on the assumption that they’ve had the map memorized since Harry’s first year, based on this quote: “’Anyway, we’ve got to go, Lee Jordan reckons he’s found a new secret passageway out of the school.’ ‘Bet it’s that one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy that we found in our first week. See you.’” (SS Ch9 Pg153). Running on this assumption, I’m going to further conclude that the only time they use the map anymore is to make sure they won’t run into teachers when they sneak out to Hogsmeade and don’t spy on anyone anymore. 

But what about the two years before they memorized the map? They would have seen Peter Pettigrew in their brother’s bed, but it wasn’t Ron’s. 

It was Percy’s bed. 

Thirteen or fourteen year old Percy in bed with someone named Peter. And the twins could be talking about it in broad daylight with no one the wiser because that ship name could literally be either Percy or Peter. I’m betting the twins had a good snicker about that, but the only reason they didn’t bring it up was because Percy is older than them. 

Now let’s look at CoS (Ch18 Pgs 340-1). At the end when Ginny spills the secret of Percy dating Penelope Clearwater:

“They were almost at King’s Cross when Harry remembered something. ‘Ginny – what did you see Percy doing, that he didn’t want you to tell anyone?’ ‘Oh, that,’ said Ginny, giggling. ‘Well – Percy’s got a girlfriend.’ Fred dropped a stack of books on George’s head.” 

Don’t their reactions seem a little extreme to you to hear their older brother has a girlfriend? Percy’s sixteen, and even though he’s very driven and focused on success, wouldn’t people kind of assume that he’d gone out on at least one or two dates at some point?

My theory is that the twins, for almost five years, were convinced Percy was gay. 

But what really takes the cake is their responses after the initial shock. Ginny asks them not to tease him, and their responses are, verbatim, “’Wouldn’t dream of it,’ said Fred, who was looking like his birthday had come early. ‘Definitely not,’ said George, sniggering.”

I don’t think they’re laughing about the fact that Percy has a girlfriend, I think they’re laughing at how Percy has a girlfriend but still spent several years in bed with some guy named Peter Pettigrew. Maybe they think Penelope is just Percy’s beard, or maybe they think Percy’s masculinity is fragile, but I’m convinced the twins thought Percy was (or is) gay. 

Title: Kiss and Make Up
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 1,225
Characters: George Weasley x Reader, Fred Weasley
Reader Gender: Not specified
Warnings: Arguing + a few swear words
Notes: Requested by anon on my old blog.

Originally posted by usagimalin

       You couldn’t even remember what started it. But for the past two weeks, you and George had practically been at each other’s throats. The two of you barely spoke to one another, and when you did, it was nothing but false politeness. You didn’t want to think about how badly your heart hurt, seeing the man who held your heart so angry with you.

       You were a Gryffindor like the twins, and you three did everything together. Being that you were a year younger than them, you didn’t have any classes together, but your time outside of class was always spent with them. Until two weeks ago.

       No matter how hard you tried to remember, you couldn’t recall what had started the bickering. George had done something petty that had pissed you off, and he refused to apologize for it, which only made you more angry. It only escalated from there.

       A few days ago, after a solid week of bickering and making snide remarks toward one another, you both snapped.

       “Why are you acting like such a bitch, Y/N?” George inquired, his voice filled with annoyance. You were sitting in the common room, helping Fred with his homework, acting perfectly normal toward him, but George kept trying to get under your skin. He was sitting across from you and Fred, and he would not stop tapping his pencil, knowing it annoyed you. He also kept hexing your quill so that it wouldn’t write what you wanted it to; instead, it would write something such as “George Weasley is gorgeous,” or “George Weasley is a positively delightful human being.”

       “Me? You think I’m being a bitch? You’re the arsehole who won’t leave me alone,” you said, crossing your arms and glaring at him. You heard Fred give a faint sigh next to you.

       “Yes, you are being a bitch. You have been for the past week. Actually, I think you may have been for your entire life and I just never noticed until recently,” George said, smirking slightly at his revelation, clearly thinking himself to be hilarious.

       “Go to hell, George Weasley. You’re not funny, and you never have been,” you snarled, gathering your books and standing. George stood too, clearly furious at your insult.

       “You’re an absolute bitch, and you always have been. I’m shocked that I was ever friends with you. I’m shocked that you have any friends, actually,” said George, his voice rising with anger.

       “Just go straight to hell, George. Maybe then you’ll leave me alone.”

       “Is that what you want? You want me to leave you alone?” George yelled.

       “It’s what I’ve always wanted; you’re so bloody annoying. You’ve just always been too full of yourself to notice.”

       “Well consider your wish granted, Y/N. I’ll never so much as acknowledge your presence ever again,” George said bitterly, storming off in the direction of the boys’ dormitories.

       “Then I shall consider myself the luckiest person in the world!” you yelled at him, stomping your way up the stairs towards the girls’ dormitories.

       Five days had passed. You and George never even looked at each other- well, not while the other was looking. You would sneak glances at George while he was occupied with something, the pain in your heart growing stronger with each passing day. You felt bad for the things you had said to him, but your guilt lessened when you remembered the things he said to you.

       Little did you know, when you were busy with something, George would gaze over at you, his heart growing heavy when he thought about the things he had said to you. He regretted every word of it, yet at the same time, he was far too stubborn to apologize.

       On the sixth day, Fred had had enough.

       You entered the common room and made your way over to Fred, planning on sitting with him, but you stopped when you saw George next to him. The two of you glared at one another, then you turned and walked off towards your dormitory. Before you reached the steps, you heard Fred snap.

       “I AM SO BLOODY SICK OF THIS FUCKING FIGHTING!”

       When you turned, eyes wide, you saw that George was staring up at his brother with the same expression- along with everyone else in the room. Fred had stood, and his hands were in fists at his sides. He yanked his brother up into a standing position and shoved him towards the couch in front of them, and motioned for you to come over, looking infuriated.

       “Sit,” he said sharply, pointing at the couch. You and George shot disgusted looks at one another before sitting on opposite ends of the couch. The two of you crossed your legs and arms, then looked at Fred.

       “This fighting is bullshit, and it’s going to stop right now,” Fred said sternly, sitting down on the couch in front of you and George. “Y/N, you’re my best friend, and George, you’re my brother. You two used to be best friends. Hell, you two used to be practically in love, although neither of you would admit it. So for the love of Merlin, just kiss and make up already!”

       “She started it,” George said at the exact same time you said “He started it.”

       “I don’t give a damn who started it. Just end it,” Fred said earnestly. He then eyed the two of you for a few moments, before standing and walking off towards his dormitory.

       You and George sat in silence for a few minutes, both of you far too prideful to apologize first. You glanced in his direction, and saw that he was already looking at you out of the corner of his eye. Each of you gave a defeated sigh and turned towards each other. You raised one hand and silently counted to three, then you both spoke at the same time.

       “I’m sorry I acted like such a bitch, but you had no right to be so rude to me in the first place,” you said, as George said “I’m sorry I acted like such a prick and I had no right to call you a bitch.”

       Not having expected him to admit that he was wrong, you silently stared at George. He looked away from you and continued.

       “I started acting like an arse because I got angry that you were spending so much time with that brunette boy in your year. You started acting rude back, and eventually I forgot why I had been upset in the first place, but my anger was still there. It just sorta escalated from there,” George confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

       You gawked at him, thinking that what he had just said was perhaps some sort of twisted joke. When you saw how nervous he looked, you realized that he was completely serious. A soft smile found its way to your lips.

       “You idiot,” you said softly. George kept his head down, fully expecting you to unleash a rant upon him. When you scooted closer to him, placed your hand underneath his chin, and gently tilted his head up, he looked at you with wide eyes. “You lovable, gorgeous, incredible idiot.”

       “So you think I’m gorgeous, eh?” George said, wiggling his eyebrows.

       “Don’t ruin it. Just shut up and kiss me.”

       “Gladly.”

Preference #4 - Your first kiss

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while!!

Harry - It was great! You and Harry have been dating for about a month now, and everything is amazing. Whenever you’re with him you feel this connection that you’ve never felt before. It sounds cheesy, but it’s true! You especially couldn’t wait for your date this evening, mostly because you and Harry don’t get to spend time alone as much. It was almost time to go, so you had to go and get ready!

–time skip–

The date was amazing!!! You and Harry went to the quidditch pitch and had a picnic. It was the sweetest thing. He was walking you to the common room and you could tell he was getting nervous. He was definitely nervous, like when he asked you on a date for the first time. As you got to the steps to your room you stopped and faced him.
“I had a fun time tonight! Let’s do that again sometime.” You said.
“Me too” Harry responded.
After there was some silence, Harry started leaning forward and lightly placed his lips on yours. It was magical!! Once the kiss was through you both giggled and you left to your room, with a huge smile plastered on your face.

Ron - Ever since Ron and you had your first date, you couldn’t stop smiling. You had loved every second of it. The two of you had so much in common! Like eating, and telling some jokes, and awkwardness. Yeah… Being awkward. Sometimes you two didn’t know what to say, but quickly thought of something to fill the silence.
As you were walking with him to your next class, it got a little quiet. It was almost as if Ron was anticipating something. Once you had arrived, you hugged him and were about to leave when Ron pulled you back. He had grabbed your hand, pulled you into his chest and kissed you passionately.
“Wow” you both say simultaneously.
“I’ll see you… after class I guess” you said grinning even larger than before.

Draco - You couldn’t be any happier. You have been on a few dates with your crush, Draco. And you must say, he is very romantic. He gets you flowers, and chocolates, and on your latest date he got you a necklace.
Lately he hasn’t been talking much, so you decided it was time for another date. Once you had gotten him to hogsmeade, you two started talking and started to see his normal self coming back. Apparently, the reason Draco was like that was because of a test he was worried about.

–time skip–

When you were walking back to Hogwarts, Draco suddenly stopped the both of you.
“I meant to give you my present earlier.” Draco said.
“You didn’t hav-” you started but were interrupted by Draco kissing you. You couldn’t believe Draco was kissing you! It was awesome. Once the kiss was over Draco grabbed your hand and started walking like nothing ever happened.

Neville - Since you and Neville have been dating, Neville has really broken out of his shell. He has been more outgoing and less awkward (but still very awkward). The most you two did was hold hands, and hug when you had to go your separate ways. There was nothing wrong with that, but you wanted a little more.
When you and Neville were through eating lunch, you got an idea. Neville was about to leave to go to his class when you stopped him.
“Neville give me a kiss on the cheek before you leave!” You demanded. Neville blushed a little, but happily walked over to you. He leaned over but right before his lips met your cheek, you turned your head and kissed him on the lips. By then Neville was blushing very hard, except he walked away with a huge grin on his face.

Fred - Fred was the crazy one in your relationship. He was always surprising you with gifts and playing pranks on you. He pranked you just like everyone else, but with more pizazz. You always got the flashy pranks, the ones the brought the most attention to you.
One day you were walking down the hall, wondering where in the world Fred could be. As you walked in the great hall, loads of glitter and feathers blew on you and stuck there.
“FRED!!” You yelled. Everyone turned there heads to you and started laughing. You walked out of the great hall and ran into none other than Fred himself.
“How dare you! How am I ever gonna get all this out?!?” Fred just laughed.
“I don’t know! But I’ll pay you back somehow.” Fred giggled.
“Alright then, kiss me and I’ll forgive you.” You said very serious.
He leaned down and gave you a kiss in the lips. You had never felt this way before. Once you two separated, he walked off without saying anything.

George - You loved being with George! He was like the guy version of you. You and the twins have been friends ever since you could remember. You loved playing games with him, because both of you are very competitive. Especially when you two are on teams.
It was a Saturday night and you, George, Fred, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny were playing truth and dare. You loved this game, mostly because you have the best dares.
“Ron, truth or dare?” You asked smirking.
“Uhhhh… Truth” he responded quickly.
“Okay… Do you have a crush on anyone in this room?” You asked immediately noticing Ron and Hermione blushing. Ron shook his head no, and hermione looked very disappointed. Now it was tons turn to ask.
“George… Truth or dare?” Ron asked.
“DARE!” George immediately answered.
“I dare you to kiss y/n for a minute” Ron demanded.
George looked at me, silently asking if it was ok, since you haven’t kissed before. You nodded. You both leaned in and when your lips met, sparks flew.
–One minute later–
When you were finished, you and George giggled. The game went on and you knew George was the best kisser ever.

Imagine being Harry's little sister and his face when he finds out you're dating Ron.

One shot: Imagine being Harry’s little sister and his face when he finds out you’re dating Ron. (Based on this imagine (x))

You’d known Ron for as long as Harry had – you’d both met him on the train to Hogwarts. Being Harry’s twin could be annoying; being ‘the baby that did nothing particularly interesting’ next to the famous “boy who lived” but you and Harry were really close. You’ve hung out with Harry, Ron and Hermione since the troll attack in First year, so when Ron asked you out it was a huge surprise. You accepted, and were swept off your feet after the very first date.

The only minor issue was Harry. Ron was slightly terrified of telling him you were dating, remembering how he’d felt after finding out that Harry and Ginny were together. You’d tried a thousand times to convince him to come with you to tell Harry, but every single time Ron would chicken out when he caught sight of Harry’s unruly hair. In the end you’d agreed to tell Harry by yourself.

You wandered into the great hall, scanning the Gryffindor table until you caught sight of Harry. “Hey Y/N!” He called.

“Hey!” You flashed him a quick smile. “You wanna go for a walk?”

“Sure thing.” He quickly buttered another piece of bread and the two of you headed out of the Great Hall. As soon as you were outside he looked at you sternly through his glasses. “What’s up, Sis? You’re being very mysterious.”

“Well…” He nodded encouragingly. You suddenly felt really nervous. You knew how protective boys could be of their younger sisters,(Even if they were only younger by a few minutes) and he hadn’t even liked it when you’d dated Sam, a sweet guy in Ravenclaw. He’d gone all weird and annoying, acting all protective for over a month, despite your assurances that you could look after yourself. You took a deep breath. “YouseeRonandIaredatingandhe’stooscaredtotellyou,soIpromisedhimI’d tellyouandyou’retakingthisbetterthanIecpecteddidhealreadytellyou?” You blurted a stream of senseless words far to fast for any normal human to understand. He just laughed, and motioned for you to try again.

You took another deep breath. “Ok, so Ron and I are dating. “ Harry froze. You waited impatiently for him to say something. You waited and waited and waited. “Harry?” He jolted back to Earth. There was one more moment before his expression changed – and then understanding dawned on his face. That lasted for only a moment, however, to be replaced with the most hilarious look of confusion that you had ever seen him wear in his entire life. You couldn’t help it. You burst out laughing.

He still looked confused as he stuttered “b-but Ron!” You kept laughing, gasping for air. He looked as though he’d been hit by about twenty confundus charms at once. He still looking dumbfounded, he asked you what the joke was. You dug in you bag for a moment and pulled out a teeny mirror, which you used to show him his expression. It took a second, and then he was laughing with you. Neither of you could stop laughing, and you drove professor McGonagall up the wall in your next class. You’d catch each other’s eye and burst out laughing again. When Harry explained the joke to Ron and Hermione, Ron sent an extremely grateful look your way, and Hermione looked just as dumfounded as Harry did for a moment. The resulting laughter got all four of you detention, but it was worth it. 

Measured in Summers

Ollivanders Challenge, Week 6

prompt: Summer holidays

Seasons change, and so do feelings. Height can be measured in inches on a door frame; love can be measured in summers.

                          Summer, 1992  


As was the case with most school age children, summer was Ron Weasley’s favorite season. Blissfully setting aside his homework until the last possible minute, just like anyone else would do (except Hermione. He knew, instinctively, that Hermione had probably finished it her first night home), he set out to enjoy his summer to the fullest extent. This meant swimming in the pond, whining his way into Quidditch games, and climbing trees with Ginny. It was catching frogs and lightning bugs, and eating homemade ice cream while watching the sunset. Sometimes it meant finding out of the way places on their property to sit and think of nothing in particular, and other times it meant reading comics and organizing his Chocolate Frog card collection.

He was bored within three days.

As much as he hated the tedious aspect of lessons, he found that he missed his time at Hogwarts. Actually, he missed his friends (mainly Harry), so he set about writing a letter, because he figured Harry was probably going spare living with those Muggles. He waited for a reply, but none came. He sent a second letter, and then another, but still nothing. Finally, he wrote to Hermione; if anyone could figure out what was wrong, it was her. He found that Harry hadn’t been answering her, either, and now both of them were worried.

Things that Harry had let drop about his homelife during the year whispered through Ron’s head, leaving nasty suspicions and a sick feeling. Finally, one night after tossing and turning, he kicked off the hot, sticky sheets that were clinging to his skin, and made a decision. Swinging his legs of the edge of the bed, he stood up, and began to creep down to the twins room, knowing that he needed their help, and that this was the sort of thing they lived for. He paused briefly, suddenly thinking about Hermione, and whether he should ask her to help, or not. after several moments of hesitation, he decided not to. She would only come up with a hundred and seventy-six reasons why they shouldn’t do it (whatever ‘it’ turned out to be), and Harry didn’t have time for that. Hermione was brilliant, he thought, his hand on the knob, and he liked her well enough.

But he could get on just fine without her.



                                        Summer, 1993


Ron peeled the last shred of sunburnt skin from the back of his neck, rolling it into a ball and flicking it away. It was one of the curses of being a Ginger; the sun was not your friend. The only upside was that the rest of his family was suffering right along with him, so the teasing was almost nonexistent. At least, on that score. Percy was getting the brunt of the twins’ attention, and Ron privately thought that there were few others as deserving. He had always thought of Perce as a bit of a pinhead, but ever since getting that Head Boy badge, it had swollen to dangerous proportions. And, he thought with a grin, who better to pop it than a couple of pricks? He didn’t know what it was about smart people that always made them think they were so much better than everyone else. Well, Hermione wasn’t that bad. She might blather on about the rules, and nearly nag him into a coma, but he had seen her smash right through the rules, and do things that he couldn’t even imagine Percy even considering. She could be fun when she wanted to, and, although he’d never admit it, she had written things that had helped him deal with what had happened to Ginny in the Chamber.

When he had told her about the vacation his family was taking, she had been nearly as excited as he was, and had made him promise to remember everything he could, because she wanted to hear about it when he got back. The attention was…..flattering, really; no one else had ever been that enthusiastic about hearing what he had to say. Which was why, when asked if he wanted to invite anyone else to Diagon Alley when they found out Harry wasn’t home, he had taken the twins’ joking suggestion about Hermione seriously. The prospect of spending time with just her was oddly appealing, and when her reply came back saying that she would meet him, he didn’t give too much thought to how happy that made him. He reckoned that, along with Harry, she was his best friend.

He enjoyed having her around a lot.



                                         Summer, 1994

The sunlight stung his eyes as he squinted across the field, barely able to make out the heads of Fred and George in the distance. He watched suspiciously for awhile, but he was too far away to be able to tell what they were doing, and he wasn’t stupid enough to risk moving any closer. They had been even more sneaky and secretive of late, and he knew it was only a matter of time before Mum caught them out and the whole mess exploded. He just hoped he wouldn’t be standing close enough for any of the gore to land on him.

He pulled nervously on the collar of one of his nicer t-shirts, and checked once more to make sure that his trousers were actually covering his ankles. This was going to be one of the best summers ever, he thought with a grin. He could count the number of professional  Quidditch games he had been to on one hand, and he had never thought he’d be lucky enough to go to a match this important. And not only that, but Harry and Hermione were getting to come, and he could finally feel like he was making up for a few of the butterbeers and sweets they had treated him to. Not that he didn’t try to do his share, and not that he let them get away with it often; but it felt nice, for once, to be the one providing something special, even if they were technically his dad’s passes. And he was going to get to see Viktor Krum himself, in action! Krum was amazing, and one of his heroes, even if it made him feel a bit disloyal to the Cannons. Still, this was a once in a lifetime chance, and he had been saving his money so he could make the most of it.

Harry wouldn’t be coming until tomorrow, but his dad was taking him to pick up Hermione today. For some reason, thinking of her made the memory of her hugging him flash through his mind, and he felt uncommonly hot. The sun must be brighter than he thought. He looked around nervously, as if someone might be able to read his thoughts. He didn’t know why he was embarrassed at the thought of her; it was just an odd feeling he’d been getting around her lately, or whenever he thought of her too much. To distract himself, he imagined how lost she’d be trying to figure out some of the more complex moves that they were sure to see, and he couldn’t help snickering. She always got so flustered when there was something she didn’t understand, like it was a personal insult. She got all pouty, and her face scrunched up in a way that was…..he wasn’t sure, and he backed away from the thought uneasily. There was just something about Hermione.

He thought he would be better off ignoring it.



                                        Summer, 1995


It was raining out a sudden summer storm, and Ron scowled the sound, checking his window every few minutes to see if it was letting up. He needed Pig to get this letter to Hermione pronto, to make sure she had gotten her parents permission to spend the rest of the summer with his family. It would be her longest visit yet, and he was shaky with nerves and excitement. His parents had told him that they wouldn’t be staying here very long, but they wouldn’t say where they were going. He knew it had something to do with Dumbledore, but they said he would find out later. Fred and George, hacked at being left out even though they were of age, had set about inventing ways to get around their mum. Ron knew that Dad would probably tell them more, if it was up to him, but he didn’t blame him for not being willing to risk Mum’s wrath. A Howler was bad enough, but it wasn’t a patch on what the live version was like.

Part of him couldn’t blame her for being more protective, after what had happened to Diggory just a few short weeks ago. He hadn’t gotten a close look, but even at that distance, he had known that the older boy was dead. He had felt numb, watching as Harry clung to the corpse, the only thing anchoring him to the earth had been Hermione’s hands, fiercely grasping his arm. Ron had been afraid before; with all of the mental things they had done over the years, it would be bizarre if he hadn’t been. But somehow, the death of someone that they knew, someone so young, really made it hit home how fast things were changing, and just how much was at risk.

And that wasn’t the only thing changing, though he was still trying to adjust to the new revelations that had struck him. He had found out exactly what a Bludger felt like, when he saw Hermione at the Ball with Krum, and the pain slammed right into his gut. Things that had been carefully buried below the surface had shot to the top, and he knew there was no way to stuff them back down again. He wasn’t sure he wanted to. All he really knew was that he wanted to be the one at her side, and for her to look at him the way he had seen girls look at other blokes. He hadn’t hashed out all the details, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to make a move until he did; because, quite frankly, this development scared him almost as much as the prospect of fighting You-Know-Who.

He fancied Hermione Granger, and he hadn’t a clue in the world what to do about it.



                                            Summer, 1996  


Lightning bugs tapped against his window, drawn by the light shining out from the lamp on his desk. Crumpled up sheets of parchment lay scattered about, lines of writing scribbled through and blotted out. He threw his quill down, and rubbed his face with his hands, frustrated at the words that just wouldn’t come. How hard was it to tell a witch that you fancied her? Even Percy, the flaming git, had managed to get himself a girlfriend. And his own little sister could probably start her own Quidditch team with all of her exes. He had bungled his way through last year, hoping he would find a way to prove himself to her, or at least see a sign that she was open to the idea. But nothing had seemed to go right; he faintly recalled a kiss on the cheek, but he had been too sick with nerves at the time to enjoy it properly, and he didn’t want to get his hopes up that she had meant it in more than a friendly way.

He had never actually flirted before, and didn’t know how to go about it. He wasn’t one for the soppy stuff that he had heard most girls liked, and he knew that Hermione wouldn’t go for anything crude. Not that he thought he could manage that without his ears melting clean off his face, anyway; besides, he didn’t want to give her the impression that that was all he was after although he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find the thought greatly appealing.

But he was growing a bit more desperate. The fight at the Ministry was something he still had nightmares about, waking in a cold sweat, the scars coiling around his arms throbbing and aching. He had come closer than he was comfortable with to dying. He had hid it from Harry, who had been plunged in grief at the time, but those brains had very nearly strangled him to death.

Yet, that wasn’t the worst thing, at least to him. No, the worst thing had been waking up and rolling over to find Hermione stretched out on a bed in the hospital wing, as still and unmoving as she had been when she was Petrified. For a few agonizing heartbeats, he had thought she was dead, and a scream had started in the back of his throat, only to be cut off when he saw her chest rise slightly. On those nights, when everyone had left them, he had been able to piece together things from what she had told him, and what he overheard from others. They still weren’t sure what spell had been used on her, but they considered it was a miracle she was still alive. The thought filled him with guilt; if they had just managed to stick together, maybe he could have……he didn’t know. All he knew was that time felt like it was running out, and he was no closer to her than he had been before, and he might very well lose her before he even had her. And she seemed completely oblivious to all of the hints he had been tossing her way, and he was beginning to wonder if she was ignoring them on purpose.


He still fancied Hermione, but his heart was heavy with the near certainty that she would never feel the same.



                                            Summer, 1997


Ron tiptoed out the back door and into the muggy night air, relieved to get away from the sounds of his mum and Fleur. The only noises were the chirping of the crickets and the croaking of the frogs down by the pond, and he stood still, enjoying the quiet and the sensation of the grass under his bare feet. He walked a short distance away from the house, careful to stay in the Wards. He shouldn’t be out here, but everyone rushing about trying to get ready for the wedding was grating on his nerves. Even Bill, normally calm no matter what was thrown at him, was acting a mite edgy. Ron gulped, thinking about his oldest brother. He had been terrified when he had heard he had been attacked by Greyback; not many survived that, and fewer still managed to come away without becoming a werewolf themselves.

Not that Ron had a problem with werewolves, in general. Sure, some were dangerous like Greyback, but most were just regular folks that had to take certain precautions once a month. But he had seen the way people treated Lupin, and the toll it had taken on the other man. That wasn’t something he wanted for his brother; Bill had been someone he had looked up to ever since he could walk, and it pained him to think of others judging him for something he had no control over. Of course, they were going to do that anyway, what with his face being the way it was. The thought made him squirm guiltily. He had always been secretly jealous of Bill, partially because he knew witches considered him to be handsome. He wasn’t handsome anymore, although he respected Fleur more than ever for still looking at him like he was. Ron wondered if that was a side effect of love, and if anyone would ever look at him like that if he were to somehow become disfigured.

Not that he would deserve it, he thought as his shoulders slumped. Not with some of the shit he had pulled this year. He still wasn’t able to believe he had been prat enough to treat two girls so shabbily; he knew his mum would be ashamed, but no more than he was himself. Lavender wasn’t for him, and he had always sort of known that. Just because it had been her to make the first move didn’t mean it had been right for him to use her to make Hermione jealous. And Hermione…..how could you say you loved someone, and then treat them like that? And he knew, now that it might be too late, that he did love her. He had been laboring under a false idea of what love really was all about, and it had taken Lavender to show him that. Love wasn’t always light and easy, though there could be that, he knew from watching others. But love, real love, required a little more effort, some give, some take, and plenty of compromises. At Dumbledore’s funeral, he had been hit with the realization, as Hermione sobbed into his chest, that he would rather be holding her while she grieved than have Lavender on his lap snogging him senseless. Somehow, having Hermione come to him when she was crying and vulnerable was more intimate than all of the snogging and groping he had ever done with Lavender.

Longingly, he stared in the direction of Hermione’s house, wishing it was time for her to arrive. He knew she was up to something; her last letter had been full of sadness, though she refused to tell him what was going on. He wanted to push the subject, but the book said to let her open up in her own time, so he was trying that first. He shivered, though there wasn’t even a breeze in the air. He would feel better when she was within the Wards, and he could see that she was safe. Crimes against Muggleborns were on the rise, and he knew that she would be a tempting target to Death Eaters, who surely knew of her connection to Harry. He clenched his fists; he wasn’t going to let anything happen to her, no matter what he had to do. If they got through this somehow, he would finally tell her how he felt. Until then, he would focus on keeping her safe; and if it came down to it, he would give himself to make sure she stayed alive.


He loved Hermione. And love meant giving all that you had.



                                      Summer, 1998


Somewhere outside, an owl hooted, and Ron held his breath, hoping it wouldn’t wake Hermione. Neither of them had been sleeping well, but she had finally fallen asleep an hour ago, and he would hate it if she lost out on the rest she desperately needed. She was curled tightly on her side, her back nestled up against his front, his arm wrapped around her waist. The air was beginning to feel too warm, the Cooling Charm she had cast earlier tonight finally fading. He would have to cast another one soon, but he didn’t want to move until he had to. It had been a week since the battle, and four days since Fred’s funeral. He was still exhausted, both events taking it out of him in completely different ways. He was haunted, when he actually slept, with dreams of Hogwarts, and the families and lives that had been torn apart and left in ruins like the castle he had once thought of as a second home. He didn’t think he ever would again, not that he ever planned on going back long enough to find out. He knew Hermione would; it would be hell on her, but she wouldn’t let it stop her. But he couldn’t bear to think of that separation right now, not after losing so much. He finally had her where he wanted her, and even though things were far from perfect right now, he took comfort in her presence, and the love he finally knew she felt for him in return.

She would be going to Australia for her parents soon, and he would be going with her. He wasn’t sure how they would get there, or what her parents would think when they learned what had been going on (or the fact that their daughter was now in possession of one very scrawny, ginger boyfriend), but he knew that Hermione would have it figured out, and all he really needed to do was support her so she didn’t freak out too badly. Beside him, she gave a soft whimper, and he thought she was going to wake up. Instead, she flipped herself around, and burrowed into him with a sigh, and settled back into sleep. He studied her face in the dim light; it was still too thin, and there were circles under her eyes that he could make out clearly even now, but the sight of her there, in his arms, was probably one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life. Things were far from alright, and they were both going to be messed up for a long time while they healed. It wasn’t going to be easy, but then, had it ever been?

 

He loved Hermione. Hermione loved him. Whatever happened, they would get through it together.



                                           Summer, 1999


One of the benefits of being as tall as he was was the fact that he could easily see over most people’s heads, and he didn’t have to bounce around on his tiptoes, like a certain specky squirt at his side. Ron smirked at the movement from his peripheral vision, but didn’t take his focus off the track, wiling a certain red train to make its appearance. It had been ages since the last Hogsmeade visit, and he was tired of having to be content with letters, though he wrote enough to wear poor Pig out. The last year seemed to creep along and go by in a blur all at once, but it felt like everything had been leading up to the moment he finally saw her again.

Ginny had kept an eye on her for him, being there for her when he couldn’t; he loved his sister for that, but it just wasn’t the same. He had spent summer holidays away from her before, so this shouldn’t have been much different, but he found, especially when lying alone in bed at night, that it was like having a part of him missing; though it was a part he could still feel.

He had tried to keep himself busy, helping George at the shop, and studying up on all of the Auror training materials he could get his hands on in the evenings. It had helped, but there was always that sense of waiting, like things couldn’t really get started until she got back. As the day had drawn nearer, he had practically began to vibrate with excitement, much to the amusement of all around him. Even George, who had been far too quiet,  had taken evident delight in taking the mickey out of him. He had kept Ron in the shop right up until the last possible second; Ron had nearly had a heart attack when he had looked at the clock and saw that he was an hour late, until he caught George grinning like a prat and realized he had been tricked. He would’ve been furious, but it was more important to see his brother looking out from the depressed fog that had been consuming him, and he wasn’t actually late. So he had flipped George off, ran to the back room to change out of the putrid robes that the staff were forced to wear, and had Apparated away. 

Though not before spiking George’s coffee with a melted Puking Pastille. 

His heart began to beat faster as the train pulled into the station, and everything around him ceased to matter. He was vaguely aware of Harry saying something, but whatever it was could wait. Students began to emerge, but none of them with the bushy brown hair his eyes were straining to see. People began to crowd around him, pushing and jostling, and he lost sight of anything but the bald head of the large man in front of him for a small eternity. When he finally pushed his way past, he found her standing with her luggage cart, Crookshanks glaring out from the confines of his wicker basket. Hermione was looking back and forth, searching the crowd. Big, brown eyes landed on him, and he froze in place as her face lit up; before he could move, she was barreling towards him, and all he could do was brace in time to catch her as she launched herself into his arms.

They ignored the stares of people around them, clinging to each other and laughing with the sort of joy that just seemed to bubble up, unable to be contained. This, he felt, was it; the last train ride, the last real summer of youth before they began to dive into their careers. But it was also the first. The first time they were coming together, with no real long separations in their future to divide them. Their lives, which had been running on two close, though different tracks, were now finally starting to merge into one, the rest of their lives spreading out before them with a multitude of possibilities that they would explore together. There were things they still had to decide on, things that had to be talked about. But there was at least one thing that he knew with a certainty. While he had been lonely, he had managed to get on fine without her. But he loved her, and that meant that while he could, he didn’t want to; and the difference was a choice that you made when someone was really and truly worth it.

 

And that was something, he would tell his children, years later, that made all the difference.





Close your eyes.
Imagine a world where James and Lily Potter are alive. Frank and Alice Longbottom are mentally stable and happy. These are the thing that would have happened:

  • The Potters having the Longbottoms for dinner almost every week.
  • Harry and Neville and Ron growing up together, playing together all the time.
  • Neville not being afraid of Snape because Uncle James and Uncle Sirius would told them stories about what a git he was and how they played him tricks and his dad would laugh remembering how often he would break the rules and not dot points (for he was a year older then them and a perfect and later Head Boy) when he saw them hexing each other in the hallways.
  • Sirius having tears in his eyes the first time Harry got a detention
  • Remus smirking slightly when he hears the Weasley twins trying to figure out how to activate the Marauder’s Map. And even though he wasn’t into ‘practical jokes’ as much as his fellow Marauders, he was insanely proud inside that the next generation was appreciating their work but mostly because no one else had though or succeeded in creating such a difficult and bloody brilliant peace of magic.
  • James would tell Harry the story of their ancestor to whom the are grateful for the Invisibility Cloak.

Do you have tears in your eyes? Because I do. And if you don’t, you’re just a heartless monster who doesn’t get how sad it is and how unfair it was for Harry and Neville and Sirius and Remus and James and Lily and Frank and Alice and EVERYONE because their lives shouldn’t have turned out that way. They should have been happy and alive and just…
I CAN’T

anonymous asked:

I'm sad that Harry doesn't get to bond and create a relationship with Louis' siblings like tommy does :( he could have such a wonderful relationship with Lottie, fizzy and all the twins... look at those babies in particular :( he'd be great with them but I doubt they who he is or if they remember him when they see him

I think you’re 1. Projecting a touch, and 2. Being unrealistic. We’ve had evidence in the past that Harry does spend time with the twins. And we already know that when they were on tour, Harry and Lottie got along really well and had fun with each other.

And you’re also assuming that the 1% of their life that we do see is their entire life. I have 0 doubt in my mind that Harry has incredible relationships with all of Louis’ siblings. Just because they don’t snapchat it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.

I just…….. I remember back in like 2011/2012 when Harry wore his pants baggy and low so there was a huge fandom rumor/theory that the reason he had extra nipples and the reason his torso looked extra long was bc he had an entire extra set of ribs from when he absorbed his twin in the womb….,,,,, it was so fuckin wild and I was tryna find shit online but I can’t find anything and now I’m starting to wonder if I made it all up in my head or if this was a real thing

Sneak Peek: #288: 'One Way To Paradise'

Okay, my sweet peas! I’ve got to get up and go to have my passport renewed in the morning. Blah. Otherwise I would finish this one now. But I need to head off to sleep. So I will need to post this one later this afternoon. I’m sorry about that, my loves! I will answer more things as well, after I post. Here’s a little peek! I hope you enjoy, and I’ll see you very soon! 

Goodnight! 

Sneak Peek: #288: One Way To Paradise

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