A consequence of the Muggle and Wizarding worlds growing closer together is that Squibs and the Muggle siblings of Muggleborn wixen are no longer cut off from their worlds of their families.
There is no longer a hard and fast line between the two worlds.
There is, however, a line between their respective educations. Hogwarts isn’t equipped for non-magical students, and Muggle schools simply can’t teach Wizarding culture.
The solution, one of many changes to the newly liberated Wizarding world, is a new school in a middle ground, to give those children (and even adults) footing in both worlds. It (mostly) follows the Muggle requirements and curriculum, giving appropriate credits for the students to use in the Muggle world, but also teaches Potions, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, and History of Magic, to give a Hogwarts-like context for students to use in the Wizarding world. The school also makes much more room than Hogwarts does for wixen whose magical powers develop later or slower than others.
It’s first Headmaster? Aberforth Dumbledore.
Thanks @luthorslesbian for this super fun conversation, out of which grew this amalgamation of things with both of adding as we went. <3 You’re a star!
This list is
amazing, amigos! Thanks for all the submissions. Here is part 1:
Parseltongues aren’t the only ones who
can talk to certain animals; There are a number of hereditary abilities that
allow wizards to understand and communicate with other species. You are a young
wizard who can understand birds, and it is driving you CRAZY.
10 years later, on the day of the battle
of Hogwarts. George is standing in front of the mirror, looking himself in the
eyes, wishing that his reflection was someone else.
Harry Potter prompt: The Basilisk from
the Chamber of Secrets is back! …but now it’s the size of a thread snake.
A muggle angered by the fact that there
are only 10 dragons in this world and 7 of them are European, sets off to find
Your entire family is full of
Hufflepuffs, so during your sorting you begged the Sorting Hat to place you
there. Now you’re older and definitely a Slytherin and you need to hide it.
Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes has an adult
section in the back.
after Ron picks up the wrong hairs for a
polyjuice potion Hermione is making, the two find themselves in each other’s
You are the new heir of Slytherin,
capable of opening the Chamber of Secrets and talking to snakes. On your first
visit you find the monster dead. Not that you care, you never hated muggles
anyway. Instead you start giving guided tours, charging a couple of Sickles for
each tour, trying your best not to make the teachers notice.
You’re a muggle born sorted into
Slytherin of all places. The other students warn you that the Bloody Baron
hates muggles, but to your surprise, the ghost has somewhat of a different view
on muggleborns like you…
Harry DOES get sorted into Slytherin when
he asks not to be and becomes best friends with Draco as well.
No one knew Voldemort was the last line
of defence against them. Now he’s gone, and they are coming.
Many years after the Dark Lord Voldemort
was killed, a new dark lord has come. He’s part of the ministry and the new
candidate for minister of magic..
When Harry Potter dies in his first year
at Hogwarts, Hermoine Granger takes on the duty of defeating the dark lord and
succeeds in her task in the second year. The wizarding world is safe once
again. Describe how she managed this.
Write about Hermiones struggles and
success as Minister of Magic.
The dementors may suck the souls out of
their victims with their kiss, but what happens to the soul after that?
As a young gifted wizard, Sirius Black
once found the Mirror of Erised; but what did he see as he glanced upon its
Hagrid comes every year to celebrate Harry’s
Harry never got a letter. He goes through
his day to day life as a muggle, never noticing obnoxiously weird things around
him. Write a day in the life of harry the muggle
You’re invited to Tom riddle’s 6th
Magical patronuses are extremely rare.
It’s said that only the pure or the purely evil can conjure them. You’re a
Slytherin trying to prove what they say about Slytherins is wrong. In Defence
against dark arts, you just found out your patronus is a Hungarian horntail.
“Don’t worry, Potter,” said the
Dark Lord, “killing will get easier. And as my right hand man, you’ll need
to get used to it.”
Au where Snape is the chosen one and
Harry is the Potions master
In second year, Draco writes in the diary
of Tom Riddle instead, and gets some pretty sound advice.
“You went to school for seven years
and THIS is what you use your skills on? Just- Just tell us why THIS branch of
Harry’s a girl, and has to deal with all
the Voldemort shit when she has cramps so she’s extra pissed off.
The Nimbus 3000 just came out, you are
one galleon short but you desperately want it, how will you get your hands on
the new broom?
You somehow stumble into Filch’s office
and grab the nearest artifact before you escape.
Both Harry and Neville are the ‘chosen
ones’. Only together are they able to defeat the Dark Lord. Unfortunately,
everyone thinks only Harry is the ‘chosen one’. Follow Neville and co. as they
discover the truth.
Divination has a new muggle-born teacher,
who seems more intent on teaching useful life lessons than magic.
“You’re a wizard, Hermione.”
“How many times have I told you to
leave your dragons in Romania?!”
“You’re a wizard, Harry.”
All the Harry Potter character have
switch roles, so that the heroes are now the villains. Who’s who and what
Mcgonagall, after noticing Harry’s letter
is being ignored, goes to the Dursleys to check on the young wizard.
Harry wonders what the fuck kinda school
this is when Dumbledore says “ The third floor corridor is out of bounds
for anyone that doesn’t want to die a most painful death.”
Hermione Granger is one of those kids who
is in classes meant for those a few years older than her, she is a genius.
You are a muggle, yet direct magic doesn’t
affect you, you wander into Hogwarts, you are not harmed by the shriek of
mandrake plants, a basilisk cannot petrify you, magical devices break at your
touch. you are a magic null.
You thought you’d made a simple mistake
in potions. As you sit outside the headmaster’s office, straining to hear the
grave conversation from behind the door, it dawns on you that your error
couldn’t have been as simple as it seemed.
Harry goes on a journey of self-love by
hiking around an Arby’s parking lot at 2am.
The series is entirely the same but
Voldemort and Snape have swapped noses .
A day in the life of Dobby.
Lucius is sacrificed by Voldemort and
dies in the Wizarding War leaving pregnant Narcissa disillusioned and scared.
She seeks help from Dumbledore and becomes a double agent.
“Hmm, courage… yes… plenty of
intelligence too! Very loyal… but crafty… hmm. Tricky, very tricky. I’m
sorry, but you don’t seem to belong in any specific house. Better be…
Harry and Ron/Hermione and Ginny become
the canon ships.
Hermione and Ron visit America for a
family vacation. Write about their adventures.
Sassy harry calling Snape and Dumbledore
out on their bullshit 24/7.
Ravenclaws have a chamber of secrets, but
it’s just a library of infinite knowledge too nerdy to touch.
Post-apocalyptic Draco and Harry, where
Draco needs the help of Harry in order for both of them to survive.
You thought you were a muggle-born
witch/wizard and then you find one of your long before ancestors in the portraits
of the school’s corridors.
You can do magic without a wand. You are
the second most wanted after Voldemort.
Disco balls and disco and lgbt folks at Hogwarts
A student is accepted into Hogwarts only
to find out it was a mistake and they don’t actually have any magical
abilities. Tell their story of trying to make it through Hogwarts after all
Remus Lupin adopts Harry. He never lived with the Dursleys. Tell us his
happy Wizarding Childhood.
You’re a historian writing a critical
paper on The Battle Of Hogwarts. You believe the existing discourse has ignored
the significance of one woman: Mrs Norris. Write a paper discussing her
much-maligned role in the Battle of Hogwarts.
A story about the lonely, never-useful
life of Snape’s shampoo bottle.
Rumour has it the new Defense against the
Dark Arts teacher has already arrived and is hiding. Whoever finds them gets
500 points for their house.
write the wizarding sex ed pamphlet that
gets handed out to fifth years.
everything’s the same except every
character is a lizard.
Describe the three trials in the next
“Nobody knew about the fifth
Hogwarts founder, and the secret they hid in the castle… until now”
Minerva McGonagall is quite puzzled by
Dumbledore’s recent hires for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and would like to
have a serious talk with him about it.
You decide to try flying on a broom just
for shits and giggles. It works, and now you need help. A lot of help.
The previous magical protection of the
prime minister has been retired. You have taken their place.
The Wizarding World decided it’s time to
Doleres Umbridge is now the head teacher
of Hogwarts and president Snow form panel is the minister for magic. They have
reinvented the triwizard tournament to have aspects of the hunger games. Tell
the story of this year’s tributes.
“When I wished to be part of the
world of Harry Potter, I was hoping for an acceptance letter to Hogwarts, not
for the bridge I was crossing to be demolished by death eaters on my way home
You are a squib from a long line of
witches and wizards who has never made any contact with the Muggle world. Today
is your first day of high school.
Hermione blinked. “You’re right, Ron.
I’ve been doing it wrong all this time.”
Through a series of events, you land
yourself in the world of Harry Potter. The catch? You’ve never read a word from
the books and have absolutely no clue what’s going on.
The entire series but everyone is emo as
You are Harry Potter’s less famous twin
sibling. All you want is a quiet wizarding school life.
Write the science behind magic.
You are in the infamous library where no
books have titles. Somehow, you pick up Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s
Stone. You want to help in any way you can.
“The wand chooses the wizard”
except this time three have chosen the same master. And they’re attempting to
duel each other.
Re-write one of the quidditch chapters
from the perspective of the snitch.
Harry being raised by Sirius and Remus
because they actually caught Wormtail
Dumbledore reads My Immortal and thinks
it’s really good.
“The Death Eaters stole this from
the Muggles. What is it, Hermione?”
“Ron, I…I think it’s a Nuke.” "WICKED! Dad’s gonna love this!“
Draco and Ron get in a wizard’s fight;
Harry has to reveal his love for Draco by protecting him.
While looking through Filch’s files of
rescinded objects, you find something extremely dangerous. Just as you put it
in your pocket for later investigation, you get caught by Peeves the
A deaf Ravenclaw, a disabled Slytherin, a
mute Gryffindor, and a black trans Hufflepuff help together to cope with each
You’ve just received a Howler in front of
the whole school. What does it say and how does the school react?
A very derpy Dementor who doesn’t even
try and suck souls, but just wants to be friends with everyone and gets sad
easily so everyone has to cheer it up.
As it turns out, Neville is the strongest
wizard of all.
Write a love story about Dumbledore and
Your boggart and your reflection in the
Mirror of Erised show the same thing.
Who maintains the enchanted ceiling at
Hogwarts? How did they get the job and what’s their life like?
Finally, Hogwarts gets its Wi-Fi hotspot.
After a traumatising first year at
Hogwarts, Ginny Weasley has to learn to deal with the long-term psychological
effects of having been possessed by a dark wizard.
Someone didn’t focus enough when trying
to apparate somewhere and somehow wound up on Mars.
You show someone the Mirror of Erised for
the first time. You ask what they see, and they just look at you strangely.
“What? Did you forget how mirrors work? I just see us.”
A story written from the perspective of a
student who died in the battle of Hogwarts, and is now a ghost there.
Hogwarts wants to open a school in
another part of the world.
It’s been a hundred years, or so, and
you’re still stuck in this dusty, shabby place. As a wand, it would be nice if
you could finally choose the perfect wizard to wield you.
You hide pictures of Voldemort in
most unusual places to freak other
AU where all spells are imaginary.
They’re basically running around with sticks yelling nonsense.
The DA learned their most important
lesson from Hermione - always bring a gun to a wand fight.
Write about the day the magical world
discovered internet (and proceeded to make their own WizNet)
Harry Potter where Harry’s dad survived
but is left emotionally destroyed by Voldemort’s attack.
Harry Potter lowers his wand at himself.
He swore he would rid the world of Horcruxes. He was about to make good on that promise.
Let’s make a new list right away. Do you have a prompt for us?
I’ve been doing some research today (I can neither confirm nor deny I’m writing the sequel chapter to Dial Tone) and I just found out that Draco Malfoy’s wife Astoria supposedly dies really young due to a curse placed on her ancestor, which leaves both Scorpius and Malfoy devastated and I’m just…are you fucking kidding me????
Are you telling me that instead of the shitheap of fiction that was The Cursed Child, we could have instead had a story about young Scorpius Malfoy finding out about the curse laid on his mother, and being the Slytherin child that he is, deciding to find a way to break it.
Like the possibilities, I can’t even, my brain is just…running away with the idea of what you could do with a story like that. Scorpius Malfoy finds out about his mother’s curse, and how his birth shortens her life, I mean…it’s like…there, in the title??? The Cursed Child???!?
And then you have Albus “Al” Potter being sorted into Slytherin but that doesn’t make him any less like his dad so when he finds out what his friend is trying to do he’s there, he’s 100% there to help, whatever his friend needs, Albus Severus Potter is there. His dad gave him the invisibility cloak after all, what’s to stop them using it to get into the Library and reading all the books. They get caught of course, and Professor McGonagall has this surreal moment of not quite déjà vu, at having a Potter and a Malfoy breaking the rules in front of her again, but as friends??? And they’re…they’re reading about healing magic and protection spells at 3am??? Slytherins??? Is…is it too soon to consider early retirement??? Asking for a friend???
And because Al is the precious little Slytherin that he is, he has absolutely no qualms about breaking into his Dad’s office, aka Harry Fucking Potter’s Office, at the ministry and finding out all he can about the most powerful ways to break curses. But first he needs to get there and maybe a few years ago asking his dad if he could come visit on the weekend might not have been weird but it’s weird now. Everything’s been weird since he got sorted into Slytherin but that’s not important now. What is important is he’s pretty sure he remembers a giant book chained to his dad’s office desk and he needs to get to it, but he’s a bit of a squib when it comes to flying, and apparition is still beyond him, but Rose can fly.
And even though she’s been sorted into Gryfindor and they don’t talk as often as they used to it’s worth a shot right? And initially she calls him mad for wanting to do what he wants to do (just, a moment of pure Hermione shines through, “no, absolutely not, you’re going to get us expelled or worse”) but as she listens to him, the more he pleads adamantly and vocally on behalf of his friend who is just staring at the floor, the more she realizes, they’re serious. Scorpius hasn’t even attempted to flirt with her yet…or…at all really, not recently…and she can’t help but notice he looks a little thinner, a little paler, and the dark circles under his eyes look like bruises, and when he looks up there’s a look of harrowing sorrow behind those bright eyes and Rose Granger-Weasley says slowly, “No, I’m not stealing a broom just so I can fly Albus to the Ministry…” takes a deep breath and licks her lips, determination settling over her shoulders like a well-fitted cloak. “We’re all going. But first we need to get to the Burrow.”
“The Burrow?” Al frowns, doing that weird hopping skip of a run he does to keep up with Rose’s long strides as she turns. “Why are we going to the Burrow?”
“Because, you can fit more in the trunk of a Ford Anglia.”
But no, that’s fine I guess. We’ll just get some muddled bullshit about Bad Parenting, time turners and alternate universes, feat the deranged lovechild of HimWithoutANose and RacistLeStrange. Sure. Great.
The day after the battle, Hermione Granger got up before the sun did. The Lake was covered in fog, and she was used to having somewhere urgent to go, to be, to fight.
She closed the tent flap up behind her. Hogwarts had something like enough beds, but Hermione hadn’t had it in her to climb those moving staircases, to step through the painting’s open frame and make her way to the Gryffindor girls’ seventh year dormitory. Her bed would have been there, months untouched except for the bras and scarves and bottles of sparkly purple nail polish Parvati and Lavender had strewn onto every open surface.
The fog rolled in off the Lake and Hermione stood at the damp shore and shivered until the sun rose and burned it all away.
The day after the battle, they buried their dead out on an island in the Lake, the day after the battle. Madame Pomfrey fretted and hovered, but every injured witch, wizard, and squib made it out to those conjured chairs. They might sit with assistance– with spells, with braces, with a friend’s shoulder– but they sat quiet and they listened to Flitwick read out the names.
The day after the battle, Ron Weasley stood on tiptoe when he stepped back into the Great Hall, looking over a sea of bent heads to find a cluster of red. They’d brought the tables back.
The cluster was only a tiny blip of three– Bill and their parents were flitting about, helping Flitwick float steaming bowls of pasta down onto each table. But Ginny and Percy were sitting on either side of George, keeping up a lively conversation about Gilderoy Lockhart’s hair.
Ginny was sitting half in Harry’s lap, like if she didn’t he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from getting up to help, or to pace the castle, or to walk out to the Forest and not come back. She was holding his hand, her freckled thumb running over the words written into his skin.
Ron thought about sitting with Luna, instead. Percy tried to laugh at one of Ginny’s jokes, and Ron didn’t know how to be kind like that. Ginny held Harry’s hand. Ron had thought for a long terrible stretch of heartbeats that he had lost two brothers yesterday.
He could sit with Dean. He could walk out to the Forest and punch Aragog in his ugly eyes, because normally when he walked away from everyone he loved it was because he was scared and maybe change was good for the soul.
Ron pushed his hands through his hair. He crossed the Great Hall, swung into a seat next to Harry, and filled his plate with lukewarm pasta.
The day after the battle, Luna Lovegood climbed up to the Astronomy Tower, because it was the furthest she could get away from everything. She laid on her back on the cold stone and cast balls of light and enchanted birds to chase each other across the ceiling until she felt like descending down to the ground again.
The day after the battle, Neville Longbottom went down to the greenhouses to see what the damage was there. He had sat all night and all morning in the infirmary, fetching water for Anthony Goldstein and holding Dennis Creevey’s hand and folding extra blankets down over Professor Sprout’s cold feet. Madame Pomfrey had banished him to go get a spot to eat and some sleep, so he walked down to the greenhouses to see what was salvageable.
Whole panes of greenish glass stood jagged and shattered. Protective spells had put out any fires, but stray blasts of magic had killed beds of vegetables and flowers and taken almost all the silver-green leaves off an olive tree that twisted in the corner of Greenhouse 4.
Neville went in through the door, even though there as a broken hole in the glass wall big enough for him, and almost fell back through it when Hannah Abbott stood up from the row of pots she’d been crouching behind. Dirt streaked every crease of her hands. “Hey,” he said, and let the door click shut behind him.
“Hey.” When she saw where he was heading, she added, “The olive’s still alive.”
The bark was rough under his hand, gnarled from decades of slow growth. He could hear the green magic whispering down its xylem.
“I was thinking I’d try to mend up the walls, close this place up again,” said Hannah. “But I wasn’t sure I could do it alone."
"Alright,” said Neville. When Professor Sprout argued her way out of the infirmary and thumped downhill with the wind throwing her cloudy hair in her face, she found every pane of glass healed and Neville and Hannah asleep on the softest patch of moss in Greenhouse 2.
The day after the battle, Parvati Patil sent an owl to Lavender Brown’s parents.
The day after the end of it all, Hermione skipped lunch and found her favorite secluded corner of the library instead. The chairs stood silent and sober, all gouged dark wood. The high windows threw light gleaming across the polished table, catching on the dust motes drifting through the air above it.
She dumped her carry-all down on it and reached inside– up to her elbows, her shoulders. She tried not to feel like it was eating her alive and she pulled out protein bars and unicorn horn and crumpled wanted flyers.
She wasn’t sure when it had gotten so cluttered– sometime before the night in the ditch outside the little Scottish village with the awesome curry shop. Sometime after the time they hid out from a storm in an unknowing Muggle’s barn, wrinkling their noses at the itch of hay as they ate their dinner. Hermione had taken first watch, listening to the thunder roll over the shallow hills outside, and she’d gone through her bag pouch by endless pouch. Harry had twitched in his sleep with every flash of lightning, but everything in her bag had been where it was supposed to be.
She summoned a wastepaper bin to hover beside her and got to work. Quills and ballpoint pens went in a neat heap to her left. Books she stacked by subject matter around her, except for the ones she flew back to their homes on Hogwarts shelves. She checked potions ingredients for decay, tossed the bad ones and wrapped the good ones back up in their oiled cloth and ziplock bags.
She ate a protein bar while she piled duct tape and the radio and a travel-sized magnetic foldable Muggle chess set and a depleted first aid kit all up around her. She threw the wrapper away and wondered if the smell would ever come out of the bag’s insides, or if she should just buy another one.
The day after the battle, they started putting the stones of the castle back into place. They put bones back together, first, skin and knit muscle and tendons. McGonagall escorted every statue and suit of armor back to where it belonged.
Sue Li sat atop a pile of rubble and ate the biggest chocolate bar she’d ever seen her life. She thought she could still taste a film of Polyjuice on her tongue, but she told herself that was dumb. She dropped little pebbles down the ragged tumble of stones, counting their bounces and calculating averages, until Astoria Greengrass showed up with a glass of water and a pasty and put them down beside her.
Astoria got her hands dirty every chance she got, put her back into sweeping up glass shards or hauling bandages or Wingardium Leviosa-ing stone blocks the size of a horseless carriage. She would stay in the castle as long as she could, finding odd tasks and errands and corners to lurk in. When she finally went back to the Greengrass family estate, it would be to pack her bags, kiss the old house elf on the cheek, and steal her dog away with her.
The day after the battle, Ron went out to Hagrid’s cabin in the stubborn chill of the afternoon and sat in his pumpkin patch. He didn’t go knock on the rough-hewn door, and Hagrid didn’t come out, but after twenty minutes Fang trotted into the yard and patiently got slobber all over his shirt.
Ron watched the sway of the shadows beyond the Forest’s edge. Buckbeak’s old tying post stood among the twining squash vines and their giant fuzzy leaves, the metal ring hanging empty against weathered wood. He thought about Ginny brushing her thumb over Harry’s scars and wrapped
his hands over the pale marks that curled around his wrists.
When the air started biting and the sky started darkening, Ron pulled himself back to his feet and climbed up to the library. He had never lived there, never really liked its labyrinth of stacks and dusty air, but he knew the way there better than he knew the way to the Quidditch pitch or the Room of Requirement or all those other places he liked so much more.
It was empty, except for Hermione, and he was glad. She squeezed her last book into her bag and looked up at him, shoving her hair back off her forehead.
“They doing dinner down there?” she said, her dry throat rasping on it.
He shrugged. “Mum’s organizing, I think. It– helps, I think."
She nodded, looking down to do the clasps up slowly, one by one.
"I just wanted to go back to the tent,” said Ron. “Be alone. It’s quiet."
"I won’t get in your way,” she said. “It’s still pitched down there."
"I know,” he said. “With you, I meant.”
“That’s not alone,” she said. “I’m not quiet,” she said. She clasped and unclasped the bag.
“Words. Accuracy. I never claimed to be the clever one."
"But you are, Ron–"
"Hermione,” he said. “Come with me? You shouldn’t be sitting here alone. Come home.”
They went down the grass through chilling air. Ron could hear his mother in his head, telling him to take her bag and carry it for her, but he just reached out for her hand.
The day after the end of it all, Ron laid on the floor of the tent, counting stitches in the canvas, while Hermione read Hogwarts, A History like she didn’t have it memorized. She read her favorite parts aloud, stopping mid-sentence when the tent flap rustled and opened.
“Ginny’s sitting on Neville until he agrees to sleep in a real bed and not a pile of shrubbery,” Harry said, stepping inside and shutting it up behind him. “She got Luna to help because she says otherwise Luna will just fade into a corner and not come out for food.” He hunched his shoulders. “I’m not intruding, right?"
"Don’t be daft,” said Ron and patted a bit of floor next to him. “C'mon, join in, Hermione’s trying to bore me to sleep. I suspect it’s an act of caring concern.” Hermione threw a pillow at his head without looking up from the pages.
The day after the battle, they fell asleep in a tangle in the center of the tent that they had lugged across their country, across these long, cold days of the war. They had danced here to the radio, had chewed protein bars, played chess and bled and yelled at each other.
But the war was over and they were growing into it, slow, staying up too late as they leaned into each other and whispered on this threadbare rug. They meant to wobble to their feet and get to bed, but Harry was clinging to Hermione’s hand and none of them wanted to go.
They would get too old for this– hard floors and the way Harry’s neck was cricked up on Ron’s bony shoulder. Hermione’s snoring would get worse and Ron would have to sleep with four carefully arranged pillows to stop his back from aching in the mornings, but Harry would always have a place here. He had slept on Ron’s bedroom floor at fourteen, leaned on Hermione outside his parents’ broken home.
In the weeks after the battle, Hermione would track down her parents and move back home, and they would all help the Weasleys rebuild the Burrow. Harry would move in Andromeda Tonks’s spare room. “We’re almost like family, after all,” she’d say briskly, shooing him into the house and showing him where she kept the tea, Teddy’s diapers, and the whiskey. They’d come for visits and talk through the night in each of those homes, curled up under Molly’s quilts or out on the Granger’s back porch swing or over fingers of firewhiskey with Andromeda.
In the months after the war, he and Ron would get a flat while they went through Auror training and Hermione would crash there five nights out of seven. Her university textbooks would take over their countertops, shelves, tables, and floor and Harry wouldn’t tease them (too much) for how hilariously long they tried to pretend it was the couch Hermione slept on.
Every home Ron and Hermione lived in, for the rest of their lives, would have a place for Harry– a spare room or a patch of floor or an old sofa. He would know how Hermione took her coffee, and his favorite cereal and Ginny’s favorite oatmeal would always been in the cupboard, and their children would have giggly cousin-sleepovers in magical tents they pitched on the living room rug.
When the kids came shrieking in to wake them at absolutely unacceptable, ugly hours, Ginny would groan curse words they’d repeat gleefully among themselves, but Harry would let them grab his hands in their little sticky ones and pull him barefoot and messy-haired out into the morning.
First off: English is not my first lenguage (i’m Mexican, and my first lenguage is Spanish, but that isn’t relevant here).
I have a theory about Merope Gaunt (Tom Riddle’s aka Voldemort’s mum); This also implies the dark lord being (kind of) an obscurial.
“What if Merope Gaunt was an obscurial?”
In the half-blood prince, we can se how horrible Merope’s life was, but i noticed something.
Her dad calls her “Squib” multiply times, she has a wand, but she can’t do magic.
So that means she is a squib, right?
W R O N G
Later, Dumbledore says that she was a powerful witch, she was scared, and that is why she didnt used herpowers until her brother and her father died/went to azkaban.
Yes, she was an obscurial, but hear this out.
“Did the obscurial stop existing when she married Tom Riddle (senior)?”
No, because she was still scared, actually, her husband left her while she was pregnant, and she had to hide her powers again. This explains why Voldemort had so much power inside of him, and why he was so evil.
He was son of a obscurial.
Not only that, maybe he also was an obscurial while he was on the orphanage.
Anyways, he had part of an obscurial inside of him.
In fact, Tom Riddle aka Voldemort, was born with it.
That’s why the horrocruxes have so much “Dark vibes” on them, because part of Voldemort’s soul was there, and part of an obscurial was on his soul.
Let’s face it, Credence Barebone and Merope Gaunt had a lot in common.