Libra: Minerva McGonagall; Filius Flitwick; Garrick Ollivander; Quirinus Quirrell
Libra Scorpio Cusp: Angelina Johnson
Scorpio: Sirius Black; Molly Weasley: Angelina Johnson; Lavender Brown
Scorpio Sagittarius Cusp: Silvanus Kettleburn
Sagittarius: Rubeus Hagrid; Bill Weasley; Charlie Weasley: Silvanus Kettleburn
Capricorn: Severus Snape; Lord Voldemort
Capricorn Aquarius Cusp: Gilderoy Lockhart
Aquarius: Luna Lovegood; Lily Potter; Arthur Weasley; Gilderoy Lockhart
Pisces: Ronald Weasley; Remus Lupin; Sybill Trelawney
I haaaaaaad to go in depth with this guys! I used every single character’s actual birthday. I have always loved that Rowling did accurate characteristics for her character’s zodiac signs. I even included Cusps. All Cusps are included in the cusp and their “technical” sun sign; that is why Hermione is listed for both Virgo and Virgo Libra Cusp (she was born on the 19th of September).
I love this blog! Mods are all amazing. :) Biromantic demisexual nonbinary Ginny gives me life.
Oh, I forgot! For the biromantic demisexual nonbinary Ginny, Gryffindor.
“And Ginny Potter’s stolen the quaffle again! What an amazing chaser that rookie has turned out to be! XE dodges McElroy, XE loops past Simmsalam, and… yes! XE scores! XE. XEEE…” the stadium echoed with Ginny’s pronouns, causing everyone to pause. This included xyr husband and young son, James Sirius. James turned a confused eye on his dad.
“Why is that man yelling Cenn’s pronouns?” the boy asked from his father’s shoulders.
Harry chuckled. “It’s not the announcer, James. It’s Uncle George’s newest invention. It makes sure no one uses the wrong pronouns for your Cenn.”
“Oh!” James wrapped his arms around his dad’s head, “Good!”
It was James Sirius’ fourteenth Potter Holiday Party (not that he remembered them since infancy), but he knew–he knew–the biphobia had been present at every single one of them.
“Thank you for being such wonderful allies to the LGBTQIA wixen community!” a dashing wizard exclaimed, hand in hand with his partner who nodded. James dragged a tired hand over his face. He slunk around in a dark corner listening to his parents try to ward the biphobia off once again.
“Thank you, Semper,” his Cenn said, “but we aren’t allies and never have been, right dear?” Ginny smiled innocently enough at Harry, who grinned devilishly.
“You’re quite right, Ginevra,” Harry pulled out his wand and the two wizards stumbled back, concerned. James was glued to the scene. Without a word his father conjured a small pink, purple, and blue envelope and handed it to the man who had spoken. He stared at it, flabbergasted.
“Better hurry, it’ll soon explode,” Harry cautioned. The wizard’s eyes widened as he saw the edges of the envelope start to smoke. He and his partner took off across the hall. James finally emerged to join his parents.
“What in the world is in that letter?” he asked his Cenn. Ginny threw an arm around xyr son.
“It’s a beautiful message created with the help of your Uncle George.”
The two wizards nearly made it to the door before the letter exploded.
“HARRY POTTER AND GINNY WEASLEY ARE BOTH BISEXUAL YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING FLOBBERWORMS!” the pride-ler exclaimed before bursting into fireworks, successfully drawing the attention of every single person in the room.
Ginny Potter didn’t always pick up the clutter in xyr house, but when xe did xe did it with a vengeance.
The summer after James’ graduation was the absolute worst for their living room floor. Quill nubs, near-empty potion bottles, tons of paper, and way too many glass orbs.
“What are all these for, anyway?” Ginny huffed, shoving them into an old grocery bag. All but a handful fit into one. Xe picked up the last three and suddenly one of them glowed.
At first xe tensed, but then xe realized. Xe knew what dark magic felt like and this wasn’t it, so xe put the rest of the orbs down and focused on this one. It pulsed, glowed, responded to xyr touch. And then it swirled into a smoky pattern of the demisexual flag. Ginny blinked. ‘How in the world?’ xe thought.
“It’s mine!” xyr son yelled. He snatched it from xyr hand and cradled it away from sight.
“What in the world is that?!” Ginny said, reaching out, hoping to hold the orb again. James held it close to his chest.
“It’s my prototype for Uncle George!” he said. “It… it detects asexual spectrum identities.”‘
Ginny froze. Xe looked at the orb, then at xyr son. “Really?” Xe asked.
James paused, then looked down at the orb cradled to his chest, away from his Cenn. He inhaled deeply and seemed to come to a conclusion.
“Yes,” he said. He held it out to Ginny as it shined in the colors of the gray-asexual flag. Ginny’s eyes watered as xe hugged her son.
“I’m so proud of you.”
- Ravenclaw Mod
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[Image: a grid of photos of Harry Potter’s parental figures: Molly, Arthur, Lupin, McGonagall, Dumbledore, Hagrid, Sirius, James, and Lily. Over all of them but Dumbledore are the words ‘Thank you for giving Harry some decent parenting’ Over Dumbledore are the words ‘Not you’]
My brain keeps returning to this idea – what if, in POA (movie universe), Harry never realizes that the crane Malfoy sent him was a note (because I mean, who would)? Like he just stares at it, confused, then goes “okay” sets it down on his desk and goes back to ignoring Snape
I mean, Draco would be furious because how dare you not appreciate my bullying Potter and the next class they have together, he grabs another piece of paper, writes something along the lines of “You suck Potter”, folds another crane and blows it over – only for it to be left sitting on Harry’s desk again after the lesson, and Harry didn’t even look inside, he didn’t do anything with this damn crane, and Draco is absolutely seething from this lack of attention
So he does it again. And again. And again.
First it’s insults (because of course he hates Potter, they’re archenemies, never mind the actual murderer stalking Harry at this very moment) – “I hope you die Potter” “I wish I met Sirius Black I’d help him” “Your glasses are appalling why do you still have the same ones from first year your prescription can’t possibly be the same you moron” “Eat a bag of dicks Potter” – but a month goes by and he’s running out of things to say and Potter never reads the notes anyway so Draco just starts ranting about everything else he finds annoying
Soon the cranes are just a way of venting – talk about your day, fold a beautiful crane, send it to the person you definitely hate the most. He still tries to snark and generally antagonize every time he sees Potter, because it’s practically my duty to take the Golden Boy down a peg, Goyle – but he can’t do it the same way anymore, so he takes a step back – in everything except the cranes.
Every day, every class, and sometimes at breakfast, a crane will land next to Harry Potter’s elbow. Without fail. Harry will pick it up, stare at it, and set it back down. Or maybe slip it into his bag, and Draco’s stomach flips the first time he does that.
It’s almost like they’re friends. By now, Draco’s told him things he never even voiced to his friends – that he’s actually terrified of the Dementors, that he keeps feeling like he’s not good enough, because no matter what he tries, there’s always somebody better than him at it – that he still can’t understand why Harry didn’t want to be his friend that time on the train, seriously Potter what did I do? you didn’t even know me! – and Potter didn’t crumple any of the cranes, so maybe he doesn’t hate him so much anymore?.. Draco knows Potter never reads these notes, but he likes to pretend that Harry knows all these things about him. And maybe even cares a little.
It’s stupid, and he really shouldn’t be putting any of such personal details in writing (honestly Lucius would be so disappointed, these cranes are perfect blackmail material and what the hell are you thinking Draco yells Draco’s inner voice) – but he can’t stop. It’s become a habit, and Potter stared at him for fifteen minutes at lunch today, so he can’t stop. Draco keeps talking, and making Harry little doodles, and trying not to smile too obviously when another crane ends up in Harry’s pocket.
And meanwhile, Harry’s going nuts. He just doesn’t understand what Malfoy wants from him, or why he doesn’t run into him so often anymore – and the cranes really seem to be just paper (Ron why does Malfoy know origami is this a general wizard thing or is it just him), and they’re delicate and elegant, and he feels bad about destroying them – so he just leaves them.
Until, of course, he absentmindedly shoves one in his bag one day – and finds it that evening. Sighs and sets it on his bedside table, because what else can he do?.. Even if he throws it out, he’ll just get a new one tomorrow. Or three.
He’s confused, because Malfoy isn’t even so loud or dramatic anymore, it’s almost as if he’s trying not to attract attention – beyond the cranes – but Harry’s eyes are glued to him anyway. He knows that Malfoy has to be up to something, because of course he is – but he just can’t tell what, there’s no way to know, and holy shit Ron he just smiled at me what the hell is he planning – and all this time, the pile of cranes on his bedside table keeps growing
He doesn’t lie awake at night, thinking of Malfoy’s smile. He doesn’t. Really.
The next day, when he gets his morning crane, he flashes Malfoy a brilliant smile, and laughs at his stunned expression like ha, two can play at this game! Gotcha now! and he’s still thinking that Malfoy’s messing with his mind – except he can’t help but think that it would be nice if Draco was really like that. If he really just sent the cranes over to brighten Harry’s day. If there wasn’t something else behind this, because he’s starting to like it.
All this goes on until Hermione barges into their dormitory again, in the ungodly hours of the morning, like she usually does – and stops dead, staring at the pile of cranes, Ron may have been complaining but she never imagined the true extent of this new, yet age-old obsession. And of course, Harry tries to protest, that it’s all for science, Hermione, I have to find out what he’s up to and this is the only source of information – but the excuses run dry when she quizzes him a bit and finds out that none of the cranes are cursed, or charmed to yell insults, or anything, really
So she’s like “well have you tried to unfold one” and no he didn’t, who the heck writes notes inside a crane anyway, isn’t it an artwork?? But hey, that’s an idea, and that night the trio gets together, sitting on Harry’s bed with the crane he just got in Charms, bated breath and all, waiting for it to unleash something nasty (Harry finds himself really really hoping it won’t)
All kinds of security measures done, and they unfold it
Hermione’s like “oh. Oohh,” and Ron’s eyebrows fly away to roam the world
there’s a shitty little drawing of Harry and Draco holding hands, with little hearts all around