second generation of harry potter

When Ginny tells Harry that she’s pregnant, Harry’s second thought (after being incredibly overjoyed) is a dawning feeling of horror that the baby will be just. like. him.

“Ginny we flew a car to Hogwarts when we were twelve years old. You don’t understand.”

“Oh sweet Merlin we flew out of Gringotts on a dragon.”

“I caught the snitch in my mouth Ginny how will I survive a child that’s anything like me.”

“The boa constrictor just wanted to go to Brazil it seemed reasonable at the time.”

Ginger!Albus with Scorpius; because why not?


And I’m so sorry for not posting for a LONG time, I haven’t been on Tumblr lately; and I haven’t had any thing what I thought what was good to post.

anonymous asked:

Oh my GOD. 1 with Jeddy for the unrequited love ask. I'm sorry.

oh GOD

Every time James saw Teddy it got harder to hold in.

Every look, every smile Teddy sent his way,  even if it was all the way from the Hufflepuff table, the confession, the feelings, got harder to hold back. It got all the way to the point where James was literally swallowing the words and biting his tongue in an effort to respond with a ‘hello’ and not ‘I love you’ when Teddy bumped shoulders with him in the hallway. James can’t even think how he’s been getting through their Tuesday library “study” sessions. They never actually get any work done, and just end up sneaking sweets from the kitchens and, on this night as it was particularly warm, heading down to the lake and collapsing under the old tree there. And the words are on the tip of his tongue with every laugh that causes Teddy to squeeze his eyes shut and throw his head back.

They’re right there when they’re laying, shoulder brushing shoulder, in the grass, staring up at the infinite sky.

“This is probably one of my favorite things to do in the world.” Teddy sighed, lacing his fingers over his chest, “Just, how can someone look up at that, all those stars and not be… fucking amazed?”

James snorted, “Well I think you have enough enthusiasm about it to make up for a few people not caring.”

Teddy laughed, elbowing James softly in the side and shaking his head, “Sod off. It’s brilliant.” They lapsed into silence for a moment and James watched Teddy watch they sky. Teddy turned his head, fixing his eyes on James, “You love it don’t you, James?”

James swallowed, eyebrows raising and cheeks flushing slightly at how close Teddy was. He blinked a few times, “I..” And the words- the words are right theretherethere, “I love- you.”

Teddy sucked in his breath a little. He stared at James, James stared at Teddy. The summer night air suddenly felt too hot around James. And when Teddy let out the first laugh, it was practically suffocating him.

Teddy cooed at him, “Aw, Jamie, I love you too!” Teddy let out another laugh, eyes squeezing shut. James just laid there, looking at him, feeling like he wanted to sink right into the grass.

“Merlin. I wasn’t expecting you to say that.” He let out a few last laughs between words, looking back to James, “And the look on your face, talk about-“

James watched Teddy’s smile falter as, he was fairly sure, the look Teddy had seen was still written across his face. Only it was no doubt mixed with mortification.

“Real…” Teddy finished softly, smile dropping and being replaced by guilt and realization. He opened his mouth to say something a few times but never did.

James tore his eyes away, “I-“ He could barely get the words out of his throat, “sorry.”

Teddy sat up on his elbows, “I- Fuck. No, James-“

“No, I think that’s all there is too it.” James sat up too, facing away from Teddy and pretending to gather his cloak that he’d bunched on the grass as a pillow. His cheeks burned, his eyes burned, he wished he could burn.

He felt Teddy’s fingers against his shoulder and he stood up, “Please.” James said shortly, “I-“ James stooped, snatching up his cloak, “Let’s just-“


“Don’t, T. Teddy…“ He corrected himself.

Teddy stood too, pulse wild underneath his skin. He couldn’t stand the hunched way James was standing, the way his back was towards him. The way his hand was shaking at his side. He took a step forward when James let out a breath, but hesitated in touching him again.

“Please look at me,” he tried carefully, “James, I didn’t- I didn’t think-“

“Yeah, I know.” James’ hand raised to his face and Teddy knew he was rubbing at his eyes, his temples. He sighed, letting his hand drop. He still didn’t turn around, “I know and this really- really can’t get any worse for me right now so please, just-“

He made a motion, palm pushing out towards the ground.

Just don’t it said.

He left Teddy standing there under the tree, guilt eating him up inside and desperately wanting to call out his name.

Okay but Hugo Weasley
  • Hugo Weasley who doesn’t like Quidditch, or chess, or studying.
  • Hugo Weasley who hates violence, scary films, and heights.
  • Hugo Weasley who feels alienated from his family, from a very young age, because he doesn’t share any of the same interests with any of his cousins, or his sister.
  • Hugo Weasley who, at age ten, is confronted by his Uncle Charlie at a family reunion, and learns all about his uncle’s job and the adventures he’s gone on.
  • Hugo Weasley who pmuch falls in love with dragons tbh and receives all of Charlie’s old textbooks and adventure books and fantasy novels and the like, and studies them intensely (much to his mothers dismay, and his father’s amusement).
  • Hugo Weasley who is promptly sorted into Hufflepuff upon his first year at Hogwarts, along with his cousin Lily Luna.
  • Hugo Weasley who studies Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, and Charms intensely until his third year when he is able to take Care of Magical Creatures.
  • Hugo Weasley who never misses an opportunity to get extra credit with Hagrid, or help him with some of the animals in the Dark Forest, or learn more about the animals in which he loves to study.
  • Hugo Weasley who is very outspoken on the care of Magical Creatures, and speaking out against laws that are harmful to said Magical Creatures.
  • Hugo Weasley who constantly stands up for his mum when people are speaking out against her, and is constantly supporting his mum every time she passes a new law, or diminishes an old one; watching as she continuously helps people gain back their rights.
  • Hugo Weasley who is bullied by the students at Hogwarts for ‘being sorted in Hufflepuff’, and ‘his weird fascination with animals’.
  • Hugo Weasley who takes the bullying up until his fifth year when he finally allows his Granger temper to shine through, and uses a carefully placed stunning hex on the bullies (something he learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts, which he had previously intended only to use on animals), and receives two weeks detention with Hagrid in the Dark Forest (which was spent visiting Aragog’s children, and helping Hagrid gather plants for Professor Longbottom).
  • Hugo Weasley who ends up getting an essay of his published in the Quibbler for ‘a fascinating, and enlightening article about how smog and air impurities are having an affect on the creatures of the Wizarding World’.
  • Hugo Weasley who ends up writing a monthly article for the Quibbler, and eventually, the Daily Prophet, about rare Magical Creatures, various excavations done where the bones of an age-old Magical Creatures were found, or educational articles about how to care for them/i.e. help maintain their habitat; slowly making a name for himself (his pen name is Hugo Granger).
  • Hugo Weasley who graduates Hogwarts, not the top of his class, but with all E’s and O’s (and was the only one in his class to get straight O’s, all four years of taking Care of Magical Creatures). 
  • Hugo Weasley who becomes a dragon tamer, like his Uncle Charlie (who ends up becoming his superior) for five years, before going on archeological digs for any new insights on extinct Magical Creatures, before retiring and deciding to work at the Ministry of Magic, in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
  • Hugo Weasley who continues to write articles in the Daily Prophet about the importance of keeping the environment clean so that Magical Creatures (as well as average creatures) are able to breed naturally, and that they might have a safe, clean place to reside, as well as telling various encounters he had with Dragons during his short time as a Dragon Tamer, as well as his his time on his digs.
  • Hugo Weasley who ends up writing another textbook for the Care of Magical Creatures Class, titled ‘The Wondrous Creatures of the Wizarding World; Both Past, and Present’, correcting mistakes that Newt Scamander had made in his ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’, while adding all the information he and other archaeologists collected over the past hundred years.
  • Hugo Weasley who is just a really freaking awesome character with so much potential and is just a smol child whom I must protect to the end of time, tbh????

anonymous asked:

For the ways to say I love you, could I request 14 for Jeddy? :)

Can I have this dance?

It had been almost a month now, James thought. Two and a half weeks since they’d spoken. Since they’d snuck out after hours. Since he’d even received one of those blinding smiles he loved so much. Loves. He still loves them, even if they’ve stopped coming.

A whole month. Frankly, James isn’t sure how he’s survived this long. How does one survive when ever day feels like the end of the world?

He supposed it helped that summer had arrived. He wasn’t forced to gaze longingly over breakfast, or bump into in the hallways or stare at in class. It was a change in setting. A change in setting in which he could be alone with his… nothing. No sound except maybe his wiz-radio playing softly in the background. It seemed to be the only thing he could stand these days.

James pressed his face deeper into his pillow, letting the soft song, a new one he thinks, wash over him in waves, barely registering he’s there. He stares at the wall because his eyes have nothing better to do. He can’t close them. Closing them gives free reign to his mind and he can’t have that. Not with unlimited images of him available to its disposal. So he stares and he half listens but, mostly, his heart hurts. And he lets it hurt.

Because what else is there to do?

He’d tried. He’d tried so hard and it had be so, excruciatingly wonderful for so long and then… what? Had Teddy changed his mind? No, he hadn’t said that. He’d been scared.

James closes his eyes tightly, unable to keep them open against the burn from lack of moisture, and suddenly he’s there again. He’s back in the library, he’s back watching Teddy’s conflicted face. He’s suddenly walking out again, hoping desperately that Teddy would follow him. But he hadn’t.

Teddy had been scared of something they could have stopped fearing years ago. Because they were older now. Yes, it had been unsteady at first but, in the end, over time, they’d had the room they needed. They’d been able to grow he and he into them and it was perfect. James hadn’t known happiness like that existed and then Teddy-

The hiding. The sneaking around, the worry. James sat up suddenly, pushing his face into his hands, feeling the sudden urge to move, to shake off this horrible, horrible ache. God, something had happened to Teddy and James didn’t know what. Something had happened to them. James didn’t know.

He wanted to cry, but all his body would reward him with was a painful lump in his throat that seemed to be his constant companion these days. He dug his thumbs into his temples, desperate for relief, for feeling, for anything but this.

The soft snick of his door opening made his head jerk upwards. He’d told his dad to stay away for now, that he would be fine, it was fine it was all fine-

James let a small noise out, surprised more than anything, longing more than that.

Teddy stood frozen, only just visible through the opening, hand poised on the handle. He looked lean and rumpled and tall and like summer. Only his hair had gone dark. James frowned at him. He’d never seen Teddy with dark hair. Always blonde accompanied by some streak of color. The chestnut strands he saw now arose dread and a small spark of hope within his chest.

Maybe he misses you too.

Teddy’s mouth was slightly open, as if he was surprised to find James in his own bedroom. His eyes flitted away from James then back once and he cleared his throat, “Um. Hi. Hello.”

James just stared at him, not trusting himself to speak.

Teddy let out a shaky breath, teeth worrying over his lip for a moment, “Right. I’d like- I’d like to come in, if I could.”

It was James’ turn to open and close his mouth a few times. He cleared his throat, desperate to rid it of the threat of emotion, and pulled his knees to his chest, looking away, “Fine.”

He heard Teddy let out a breath and him step in, closing the door. From the corner of his eye, James saw him lean his forehead against it momentarily.

Teddy hesitated, hands stuffing into his pockets, then un-stuffing, then leaning down to pick up a stray sock and dropping it into the hamper before, finally, sitting directly across from James.

“Please look at me.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I need you to.”

Teddy’s voice was honest and soft and James couldn’t help but find the eyes that he knew would match the sentiment.

James felt his resolve crumbling under that gaze. “Well?” He choked out.

James pressed his lips together, brows pulling low over his eyes, “Would it be acceptable for me to simply tell you I’m a stupid fuck up of a boyfriend?”

“No.” James swallowed, “Well, yes.”

Teddy didn’t hesitate, “I’m a stupid fuck up of a boyfriend.”

James looked down to his hands, “Oh, is that all?”

“No.” Teddy’s hands were over his before James could flinch away and, honestly, he wasn’t sure he would’ve had the strength to anyhow, “James.”

James raised his eyes again, momentarily watching Teddy’s throat work around his nervous swallow before finding his eyes again. His skin looked paler against his hair.

“James, I…”

James closed his eyes. If Teddy said his name like that one more time…

There were a few beats of silence, and then, “Isn’t this your favorite?”

James opened one eye, then the other, and was about to ask Teddy what the hell he was on about when he listened, actually listened, to the radio that he’d nearly forgotten was there.

And yes. James felt butterflies roll in his stomach, fluttering against his ribs. Yes, this was his favorite. It was a slow, minimal song. Guitar and not much else.

Teddy didn’t need confirmation. He hadn’t even really needed to ask. James knew this. Instead of inquiring a further answer, Teddy stood, offering his hand out to James who looked at it, then looked at him incredulously.

“What, is that tradition over too?”

James’ eyes hardened, “If you recall, I never wanted anything to be over.”

Teddy sighed harshly, “I’m trying to make it up to you. Please, I don’t know how to do this, you know I’m shit with words, I-“ Teddy closed his eyes briefly, letting his hand drop, “I feel like your a thousand miles away and I can’t- I can’t stand-“ He huffed again and held out his open palm, “Please.”

James rolled his eyes, standing with his fists clenched at his sides. “Oh, so you’ll dance with me, alone, in my bedroom, but you won’t even look at me at school? I’m sure that’s healthy.“


“Real upstanding model of a relationship-“

His breath was knocked out of him as he was suddenly pulled forward by the waist, hips pressing to Teddy’s, warm palms on his cheeks and a persistent, heavenly mouth over his.

James let himself be kissed for a few moments, too surprised to do much. He didn’t know what to think. Teddy was here, kissing him, rather desperately might he add, and he didn’t know quite what to make of it. Was all forgiven? Did Teddy expect this to make things better?

“T.” James said against Teddy’s lips, “Teddy.” He needed to pull away, they needed to talk about this, although his hands unconsciously made their own way to wind through Teddy’s hair.

Teddy kissed him for a last moment, a hard, closed mouth press, before he let off, both boys huffing out a shaky breath.

“I’d dance with you anywhere.” Teddy breathed.

James looked up at him, “What?”

Teddy’s fingers trailed over his cheeks, palm cupping the back of his neck, “I’d dance with you anywhere. I’d kiss you anywhere. Anywhere, James. It took me not having the option to kiss you at all for me to realize, and for that I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His thumb stroked over the soft hairs at the back of James’ neck and James felt like he was entranced, like he couldn’t move, like he’d never be able to stop looking at this boy before him ever again. He wasn’t sure he ever wanted to stop anyhow. Teddy shook his head a little, “I’m sorry. But I do know now. Anywhere, James. I’ll be with you anywhere and I’ll be bloody proud to be. Fuck, I’ll stand up on the Gryffindor table, in front of the entire school, and say ‘Can I have this dance’ if that’s what you want-“

“Jesus,” James let out a laugh, or maybe it was a cry, “Jesus, shut up.” He wound his fingers tighter in Teddy’s hair and kissed him, kissed him like he wasn’t able to before, and like he might never stop kissing him.

“I really will-“ Teddy said between kisses, “Anything. Anything, James-“

“Shut up.” James said over the lump in his throat, laughing, crying, and kissing Teddy senseless, “God, you fucking—God, I love you.”

Teddy just kissed him again, his own ‘I love you’ in each touch.

Teddy Lupin Things
  • androgynous Teddy Lupin
  • pink hair tied up into a messy bun
  • glitter 
  • being addicted to hot cocoa (with marshmallows obviously)
  • being adopted by Harry and Draco Malfoy-Potter when he was five
  • always coming home for the Winter Hols with bags and bags of candy (not including the random pieces hidden inside his trunk and forgotten about in the pockets and folds of his clothing)  
  • everyone in the Malfoy-Potter house having an enormous sweet tooth (much to Aunt Hermione’s dismay) 
  • Harry coming home to the kitchen in shambles after Teddy and Draco decide to “bake”
  • baking a cake for his parent’s would-be anniversary 
  • taking the cake to Aunt Andromeda 
  • being just as clumsy as his mother
  • practicing on Harry’s old drum set at the most inconvenient hours of the day and night (much to Draco’s dismay)
  • starting a rock band with Victoire, the Lovegood twins, and Fred
  • starting an early career in journalism while still at Hogwarts 
  • carrying around an old muggle tape recorder on his person at all times so that he can annoy everyone with his constant unnecessary commentary and questions throughout the day ( “…and so Fred chewed his buttered toast with a strong jaw and the look of pure hunger in his eyes”, “how does it feel to be dating such a sexy chap, Victoire?”, “Lorcan’s face contorted into a less than interested scowl”, “why are you walking away from me Lorcan???”)
  • Draco and Harry keeping every scrap of writing Teddy ever wrote 
  • calling Draco “dad”
  • painting his dads’ nails when he was a kid, and now whenever he is feeling down
  • Victoire practically moving in to the Malfoy-Potter house after graduation
  • punk rock Victoire 
  • Draco and Harry not-so-subtly forcing them to move out due to “an excessive amount of love-making that no father should ever have to walk in on” 
  • working for the Quibbler before starting his own newspaper 
  • Teddy’s first published piece being his dads’ insane love story  
  • Draco and Harry framing their love story article from the Quibbler even though its mad and heavily embellished because its just soooo Teddy 
  • Draco and Harry being the best dads a kid could ask for, and Teddy being the sweetest, funniest, lovable-est kid around 
When writing HP next gen fanfic keep in mind:
  • Teddy Lupin is a metamorphagus but not a werewolf
  • With all the Weasley grandkids, at least one is probably a squib
  • Angelina Johnson is black, so Fred II and Roxanne should at least look like her a little
  • Lorcan and Lysander are younger than all of the Weasley grandkids
  • Victoire, Dominique, and Louis are probably fluent in both French and English. They probably could have gone to Hogwarts or Beauxbatons.
  • The Marauder’s Map and the invisibility cloak.
  • they aren’t all Gryffindors let’s be real
  • some of them have to be queer. Though, that’s probs the point of the fic.
  • Neville is their professor 
  • George and Ron own a Weasley’s Wizards Wheezes definitely in Diagon Alley and possibly a second in Hogsmeade
  • poor poor Minerva McGonagall

“the biggest problem with this boy
is that he doesn’t seem to believe
that he’s beautiful.
this is a problem, of course,
because he knocks the wind out of you
every time he so much as looks at you
and you can’t help but think
that if he understood his own radiance
he would never touch you

just a little thing I wrote from @p0ck3tf0x prompt list of ‘One Hundred Ways To Say “I Love You”’

this is my first bit of writing I’ve uploaded onto this blog so like ?? feedback would be appreciated lol,,,, um anyway thanks enjoy x 

500 words

4  “Come here. Let me fix it.” - Jeddy 

It was an accident. Teddy knew that. He knew Lily and Al would never intentionally wreck his possessions, but it still hurt. It wasn’t even that they’d ripped the picture, he was a wizard he could fix that in an instance. It was the fact that he hadn’t looked at the picture in years and now there was a tear right through the middle, crossing across the only photo he had of him and his parents, slicing right through his mums beaming smile and his dads proud gaze.

“Teddy, I’m so sorry. We didn’t know what it was. I’m sorry!” 12 year old Lily said, remorse clear in her voice as she looked up at him with her wide brown eyes looking up at him, wet with tears.

“Honest Ted, we didn’t know.” Albus spoke up, a hand on his younger sister’s shoulder. All evidence of them fighting having disappeared as soon as they’d heard the tear of the paper.

“It’s fine guys, nothing that can’t be fixed.” His reply came, although his voice shook when he said it, holding the two sides of the photo in either hand and staring down at it with sad eyes.

 The Potter children had been helping him move into his new flat and so when they’d come across a box of all of Teddy’s childhood possessions they’d naturally been curious, especially Lily who wasn’t born until Teddy was 11. The two youngest had come across a pile of pictures and had been playing their own makeshift game of tug of war with them, until they’d torn right through the one at the bottom, alerting Teddy and James who were going through another box.

 “Albus, take Lily into the kitchen and find some glasses to drink from will you?” James instructed, ever the older brother trying to get his younger siblings out of a bad situation.

 Albus nodded grimly, leading Lily out of the room as Teddy pulled his wand out and tried to repair the picture. His magic seemed to be failing him though, too full of emotion to focus properly. James’s hand came down over his, causing Teddy to look up and meet his boyfriends eyes.

 “Come here. Let me fix it.” He said softly, gently sliding the two sides of the photo out of Teddy’s hands.

 He cast reparo and a quick sealing charm to prevent any further rips in the paper, then looked up at Teddy.

 “Thank you.” Teddy said, taking the picture and tracing his finger over his mums face, his hair subconsciously turning the light golden brown colour that his father’s was.

 James watched him, a sad smile on his face until Teddy looked up once again, meeting James’s eyes and smiling. His hand came up to cup the back of James’s neck, pulling him closer and bumping their noses together.

 “I love you.” James spoke quietly, rubbing his nose against Teddy’s in an eskimo kiss.

 “I love you too.” Teddy replied, pulling him into a proper kiss.

Here’s two of the “One Hundred Ways To Say I Love You” Prompts. They aren’t really prompts but… they’re so sweet.

Don’t cry (Jeddy)


Teddy jerked his head up from where it was resting in his hands, elbows on his knees. He blinked blearily around at the dimly lit bathroom and pressed a palm to his eyes, rubbing at the wetness there.

“Ted, you here?”

James’ voice carried up from the stairs this time and Teddy took a shaky breath, pushing himself up from his seat on the edge of the bath. He sniffed as quietly as he could.

“Yeah.” He called, wincing at how thick and strained his voice sounded, “‘m here.” He whipped at his nose, cleared his throat, “Just- just a second, okay?”

He heard James’ footsteps stop just outside the door, “I…” He hesitated, “Teddy-“

“Just a second.” Teddy choked out, already feeling his composer cracking, “Just a second.” He repeated, quieter this time, bracing himself against the sink.

He heard the door open anyway, saw socked feet appear on the white tile from where his head was bowed… his his composure crumbled.

“Oh, T..”

He felt arms turning him away from the cold ceramic and into a warm chest, a soft t-shirt. Teddy let himself sink into James, head falling against the warm skin of his neck as he tried to calm his breathing.

James pulled back after a few minutes of soft shushing and occasional temple kisses, and took Teddy’s face into his palms.

His thumbs stroked Teddy’s wet cheeks, “Don’t cry..” James’ brow was pulled low in concern as his eyes flitted over Teddy’s face, “I can’t stand it when you cry.”

I’ll do it for you (wolfstar)

“What was it again?”

Sirius could almost hear Remus pinching his nose on the other side of the line, “Honestly, I’ve told you about ten times.”

Sirius straightened up from squinting at the shelves of the muggle supermarket he was in and scoffed into the- the… telegraph? Oh, no, telephone, “Well, excuse me. S’not like I come here often. Just one more time.”

“Dark. Chocolate.” Remus said slowly, “Nothing in it. Not milk. Just. Just the chocolate. And some more tea… If you live that long-“


Sirius ignored Remus’ laughter and bent over the shelves once more, “There’s… what? What are all the numbers on these? 72 percent?” He picked up a chocolate package, squinting at it, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Merlin, I should have just gone-“

“No- No.” Sirius protested, “I said I’d do it for you. You have to rest.”

This time he could hear the smile in Remus’ sigh and had to bite back one of his own.

“Well… Thanks, love.”

“Any time.” Sirius murmured flipping through chocolate bars, “Unless you start taking advantage of it-“


“Hey! This one has cookies in it!”

“Just the chocolate, Pads-“

“Fine, fine. Boring, but fine. I’ll be home soon.”

❝ One of the secrets of the universe was that our instincts were sometimes stronger than our minds. ❞