transfiguration book

Everyone knows

He’ll kill me. He will, what am I thinking.

Harry returned to his book, but as he read the same boring line in his potions book for the sixth time, the words dull in his mind, meaningless, he gave up once again. He let himself watch the sunset that could be seem through the window of the library. On the wall next to Draco.

Shit, that was a mistake, wasn’t it? Because watching the sunset meant watching Draco, who kept his head down, reading one of those huge transfiguration books Harry thought only Hermione was brave enough to open. The orange sunlight wasn’t suppose to make anyone look that beautiful, especially Malfoy, but it did, somehow. His hair was longer than it’d ever been and, without the gel to keep it neat, the strands curled around the edges, his bangs covering his eyes. Harry could swear his hair was shining, almost like a Veela’s hair and he just couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Because they’d been sitting there for almost three hours now, because the library was empty, because he was so close, right beside Harry…

‘You’ve been staring at me for the past ten minutes and, even though I understand you have no manners whatsoever, I thought Granger had already taught you… Potter?’

Malfoy had finally looked at him and, by the change in his expression, from the usual sneer to one of actual concern, Harry must’ve been looking like someone about to throw up. After all, that was how he felt. 

‘Potter? Hey, what happened?’ He placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder, getting closer as he did so so he could look Harry in the eyes. That concerned look was something Harry never would’ve thought he would receive from Malfoy. Actually, he could never have imagined he would spend so much time with the other boy during his eighth year, get the chance to talk to him, touch him, study with him for three hours straight without wanting to kill him. 

But it wasn’t enough. Harry wanted to talk more, all the time, or just listen to Draco’s voice for hours. He wanted to touch him, but not only small, friendly touches. He wanted all he should have wanted with Ginny, with Cho. 

Sometimes his mind would trick him into thinking Draco wanted the same thing.Those were dangerous times.

Just like in that moment.

‘Do you want me to call Madam Pince?’ He was so close. Too close.

Harry tilted his head and Draco noticed. He looked around quickly before returning his gaze to Harry’s face. Was Malfoy blushing? He didn’t move, but Harry did. Slowly he placed his hand on Draco’s cheek, their lips so close now he could smell mint from his mouth.

Harry kissed him, brushed their lips lightly at first and them actually pressed their mouths together. Draco wasn’t kissing back, though. 

'I’m kissing you’ Harry whispered against the other’s lips and kissed him softly again before opening his eyes. Why wasn’t Malfoy screaming and pushing him away?

When Harry looked at him, though, he realised something wasn’t right.

Draco was so red Harry was almost sure the boy was overheating. 

'Draco? Fuck, I- Sorry, I shouldn’t- ’

'Shhh!!!’ Draco’s hand was suddenly covering Harry’s mouth. The boy looked around again, more vigorously this time, to check if they were still alone. Harry removed Draco’s hand, holding it firmly, everything a mess in his head. 

'What the fuck…’

'Are you an idiot? We’re in the fucking library! All the fucking time in the world, all the opportunities you had, and you decide to kiss me in the library?!’

'Opportunities? Draco, I…’

'I shoud’ve known you’d do something like this but I had to listen to fucking Pansy and Granger…’ Draco ran his free hand through his hair, his face still pink.

'You wanted to kiss me… Then why?’ Harry tried his best not to move closer, grab Draco by his robes and kiss him again.

'What do you mean?’ Draco looked at him like he was insane.

'Why didn’t you?!’

Your friend and Pansy told me to wait. They told me to fucking wait because 'Oh, Harry doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings and you might scare him if you go too fast’ and I’ve been fucking waiting for you to do something for almost three months now, you imbecile!’ Draco was whispering so fast Harry thought he’d misunderstood something. 

'I’ve wanted to kiss for six months now, you prick!’ His hand wouldn’t let go of Draco’s despite the blond’s atempts to free himself from the tight grip.

Draco grabbed a small, but heavy, book from the table and hit Harry square in the chest.

'Then why didn’t you!’


They stopped suddenly, turning their heads as the figure of Madam Pince appeared from behind the closest bookshelf.

'You should be ashamed, two grown men fighting like first years! If I hear one more whisper I’ll kick both of you out of here!’

Their fingers were still intertwined under the table and their cheeks were flushed.

'Sorry’ they whispered at the same time. Madam Pince gave them her best disappointed look before turning around and walking away. 

'They know?’ Harry asked as soon as Madam Pince disappeared.

Draco gave him an annoyed look, much like those Hermione used to give him everytime he talked in the library.

'Everyone knows, except you, apparently’ His tone was sarcastic but there was sadness in his eyes. Harry placed his hand on Draco’s cheek for the second time that day, catching the blond’s attention.  

'I’m sorry. I still want to kiss you’ He tried I little smile and gave Draco a peck on the lips. He smiled back and Harry felt a pleasant, warm feeling in his chest. He loved to see Draco smile.

'You are an idiot’ He said but kissed Harry again, and again, small pecks that sent electric shocks to that warm spot in Harry’s chest. 'I’m gonna kiss you in front of that bastard Finnigan. He’s the only one convinced you don’t actually want to snog the shit out of me.’

And Harry laughed and kissed Draco again. And again.

Madam Pince kicked them out eventually but the smile on her face didn’t go unnoticed by Harry.

The Shunned: Part 1

Remus slowly rose to his feet, his knuckles white against the table as he glared Sirius down. The force of his anger caused Sirius to take a step back.

Sirius couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He looked to James for aid, who was concentrating so hard on not looking at Sirius that he was nearly burning a hole through his transfiguration book.

Sirius turned to Peter, helpless. Peter glanced back at him nervously, shrugging.

Sirius’s shoulders sagged. 

“It was just a prank!” 

Remus closed the distance between himself and Sirius in one long step, looming over him like the angel of wrath. Sirius had never felt so small.

The force of Remus’s words nearly caused Sirius’s legs to give out beneath him. Remus moved past him, slamming the door and leaving the other three boys in ringing silence.

James sighed. “We know you didn’t mean anything by it Pads…”

“And now Severus knows…” James slowly rose from his seat, dragging his bag with him. He turned back, his eyes catching Sirius’s own, holding them. 

“He hasn’t said sorry.” Peter chimed in. 

Sirius gave him an exasperated look, causing the small boy to sink back in his chair. 

James’ cold tone struck home. 

Sirius stood like a statue while the other boys filed out of the room.

To Be Continued 

Talk to Me (Snowbaz)

Eight year AU

In which Simon is trying to come up with a new spell but he ends up speaking only German

This is for @mitsouparker because she deserves to smile :)


I’m alone in the room. I think Baz is in the library. He always goes there after classes to do his homework. I prefer doing it in our room. Or not doing it at all.

We have to come up with a new spell for Magic Words class, so I try transfiguring a book into food. That would be a huge improvement to the World of Mages. At least for me.

I take out my wand and point at the book. Then, I say with magic, “Like a Bratwurst!

I wait for thirty seconds, but the book remains the same.

Scheiße,” I say, but I don’t understand myself. I wanted to say Shit.

Scheiße,” I try again. Fuck, I think I’ve spelled myself instead. “Fantastisch.”

I’d better go find Penny.

“Penny!” I shout when I find her at last, “Hilf mir!”


“Penny, ich brauche deine hilfe, ich hab’s verbockt,” I continue.

“What in Morgana’s name are you saying, Simon?”

Right. She doesn’t speak German. Because I’m speaking German, no? Agh, I don’t even know.

I try to explain her the situation through mime and stupid drawings.

After half an hour of me making idiotic gestures—Baz would love to make fun of me right now if he were here—Penelope finally understands.

“So you can only speak German?” she asks.


“But you’ve never learnt it.”

Merlin, ich weiß, Penny!” I protest.

“Okay, calm down,” she says. “Let me think this through and see if I can come up with a reversing spell. Go to your room and don’t do anything. Just… rest. I’ll come later, okay?”


When I arrive to our room, Baz is in there, too. In the shower. Great. He’ll tease the hell out of me.

I lie down on my bed and decide not to think about it—about anything—when Baz steps out of the bathroom.

Merlin, du siehst klasse aus!” I say. Fuck, where did that come from?

Baz looks at me nonplussed, almost dropping the towel he’s holding. He’s only wearing pants. “What the fuck, Snow?”

Ich meine… uhm… deine Bauchmuskeln…” I don’t know what I’m saying, I just can’t stop looking at his abs. “Ich mag sie.”

He must notice me staring because he puts a shirt on and looks away.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asks.

Ich denke, ich mag dich… das ist das Problem.

Baz looks intensely at me for a moment. He hesitates for a second, as if deciding something, before walking the two steps that separate us and stopping right beside my bed.

I sit up. We are so close now.

Ich liebe dich,” he says. And what a beautiful sound that is.

I place a hand on his nape and pull him towards me. I just want to taste his words with my lips. So I kiss him. And he kisses me back. We kiss for a long while before the two of us are panting.

“So, you speak German? Since when?” I ask him.

“Yes, I learned it last summer,” he says, his fingers playing with my curls.

“So you understood everything?”

“Yeah, Snow, everything.” He looks at me with lustful eyes. Merlin, he’s made of trouble. He takes my hand and places it on his stomach. “I didn’t know you liked my abs, you should’ve told me before.”

“I… uhm… I didn’t know either.”

“Wait, Snow,” he looks surprised. “You’re speaking English again.”

“Oh,” I say. “That’s right. I guess a true love’s kiss broke the spell?”

“Don’t be stupid, Snow. This isn’t a fairtale.”

“It feels like one, right now,” I say, looking into his eyes.

“Oh, shut up,” he replies, trying to hide a smile.

“Make me.”

“Merlin and Morgana guys, hang a sign on the door!”

“Uhm, sorry, Penny.” I blush. This is so awkward.

“It’s okay, it actually makes a lot of sense. But please, don’t let me run into you two like this ever again.”

“Okay,” I smile sheepishly.

“I see  you broke the spell,” she adds after a while.

“Yeah… true love’s kiss?”

She bursts out laughing. “Fairy tales aren’t real, Simon,” she says. “I guess Baz spoke to you in German, right?”

I nod.

“I’ll leave you two alone, then. And remember, door sign,” she says before leaving the room.

“What was that?” I ask Baz after a while.


“What you said… what does it mean?”

“Oh. Nothing.”

“Baz, what does it mean?”

He mumbles something I don’t understand.

“Just say it,” I tell him.

“I love you,” he says. And I kiss his lips before he finishes.

“I love how that tastes. Say it again.”

“I love…”

“I love you too,” I say, lips clashing against his.

Ich liebe dich.


Translation of phrases:

Hilf mir! = Help me!

ich brauche deine hilfe, ich hab’s verbockt = I need your help, I’ve fucked up

ich weiß = I know

du siehst klasse aus! = you look good!

Ich meine… deine Bauchmuskeln… Ich mag sie = I mean… your abs… I like them

Ich denke, ich mag dich… das ist das Problem = I think I like you, that’s the problem

Ich liebe dich = I love you

Ari: Hey, I hope you liked this silly mini-ficlet or at least that it made you smile :)

Sorry for my crappy German D:

Three Times Remus Couldn’t Take A Compliment


A/N: Based on this.

Words: 1 421


Sirius was so bored that he was afraid he’d go crazy unless something interesting happened within five minutes.

James rolled his eyes when he told him this. “You know I need to revise, Padfoot. Go and bother Peter.”

“He told me off,” Sirius muttered. “Peter never tells anyone off. He must be really stressed.”

“Well, the exams are getting closer and closer, after all.”

“But can’t anyone spare one night? I cannot stand the sight of my books any longer.” Sirius pushed his Transfiguration book away forcefully to emphasize his point.

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Hogwarts subjects // Core classes (7/7) // Transfiguration.

Transfiguration is a core class and subject taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It teaches the art of changing the form and appearance of an object. This type of magic is commonly referred to as “Transfiguration”. There are limits to Transfiguration, which are governed by Gamp’s Law of Elemental Transfiguration.There are also many branches, including Cross-Species Transfiguration and Human Transfiguration

SQ HP-verse #9 “Kissing”

Kissing (7th years)

Takes place immediately after “Flirting”

Regina bit down the interior of her cheek as she focused intently on the new book about transfiguration she had just discovered hidden in one of the abandoned shelves of the library; the terms were slightly outdated here and there but as she tried to take notes about the small diagrams that accompanied each description she soon realized that she wasn’t, in fact, going to get anything done. Her mind was still on that stupid blonde and the stupid flight she had taken with her the night before. And the stupid urge she had had to kiss her.

She had known that helping her had been a mistake the second she had found herself seated just across the Gryffindor’s class half-hoping to know, or at least to overhear, if the notes themselves had been helpful.

“Don’t do anything ever for the kindness of your heart.” Her mother said with stern eyes and even sterner words. “There is no such a thing as selfless people.”

Then the blonde had saw her and Regina had known she was truly and completely screwed; she had been unable to say no to the idea of a flight, as bad or stupid the idea could be, and as the two of them had floated above the tall towers of the castle she had almost wanted to freeze time, just for a moment, as the starts had hovered between the two of them. Which, she thought angrily while doing a particularly harsh line down some important factoids she knew she was going to need later, was completely stupid. Because she hated Swan, did they?

Stupid Swan and her eyes, she thought as she turned another page, scanning quickly the text as she tried and failed to get her mind away from the memories of last night. Stupid beautiful green eyes and stupid girl who always broke the dress code and never did what she was supposed to do. Stupid…

Her musings were cut short by a particular brunette that plopped down in the chair in front of Regina unceremoniously while holding some sort of smirk the Ravenclaw stared at before arcing her own brow. “Lucas”

“Mills.” Replied Ruby as her smirk only grew wider with every second it passed. “I’m here to deliver the message that Emma is waiting for you outside like the lovesick puppy she is.”

“Why?” She blurted out before she could even process the implications of what the lanky brunette had said. The question only made Ruby chuckle once before pulling her elbows down the table, pushing her upper body so she hovered now in Regina’s vicinity.

“I didn’t ask where she wanted to fuck you Mills but I can go and say her that you wanted to know if you are so interested.”

Fighting against her need to blush or smack the other girl’s head with the book Regina gritted her teeth and left the quill atop the parchment she had been taking notes on, a single drop of ink already staining one of the diagrams she had been trying to copy.

“If you want me to rat you out to the teachers about who is the responsible for freeing the kneazels back in fourth grade during Halloween I will be happy to help Lucas.”

“You won’t dare.” Ruby replied with narrowed eyes as she sunk back on her chair once again.

Regina only arced her brow higher.

“Fine, do as you please Mills but Emma is truly waiting for you. And she is really looking like a puppy. That’s basically why I decided to enter because if I didn’t then you two are going to dance around it until you are too old to do anything interesting.”

Snorting ever so slightly the Gryffindor girl moved the chair back with enough force to draw a few nasty glares from the students around the two of them and left with one final wink that Regina didn’t truly know what to do with. After a few moments of painful silence and the knowledge that some fifth years -who had apparently been listening- seemed to already be doing magical notes for the whole library to see, Regina closed the book and stood, quietly using the spell she had created a while ago in order to no one but her be able to either read or remove her notes from the place.

It was a bad idea, she thought as she walked towards the main doors of the library noticing the eyes of the fifth years at her back. A very bad idea.

But, she realized as she opened the doors and stepped outside, Emma in fact walking back and forth in front of it while fidgeting with her hands and murmuring something Regina wasn’t able to hear, she had been following bad ideas ever since the blonde and she had crashed against each other back during her first year.

And well, Emma, beautiful stubborn, stupid, idiotic Emma, glanced at her with bright green eyes before blushing, suddenly all the bravado she seemed to have for Regina no matter what completely forgotten. Which was something new enough for Regina herself that she waited for a few seconds before grabbing the blonde by the loose knot of the girl’s tie, kissing her once and then twice just for good measure.

“You are even unable to do this? Honestly Emma….” She asked with a chuckle, trying to act way surer of herself than she actually felt, her confidence demeaning as she saw Emma’s glazed eyes the second she took a step back.

But then Emma kissed her with her hands up her cheeks and her body flushed against hers and even if this was a really bad idea and they could be seen by everyone who decided to go out the library Regina let the blonde kiss her one more time. Just because.

As always if you want to read more about this two in this particular universe go to my HPSQ tag or here if you prefer reading on A03. And feel free to ask for more headcanons or want to discuss anything ^^

Baby Marauders

Sirius: What?

Lily: *Yawns*

Lily: *grumpy* *mumbles to self* Where the heck is my Transfiguration book? *starts to search around the common room*

Lily: I’m Lily. Have you seen a first year Transfiguration book lying around anywhere?

James: …………….. Uh………….. No…… But…..

*Awkward Silence*

James: BYE Sirius……… *pointed look*

Lily: Nice to meet you James….Nobody….? *looks at Sirius*

Lily: Bye Nobody!

James: So… what are you doing… here?

James: Nice… nice…. Well I’m really cool……. and if you hang around with me you could be… super cool… too. *sweats*

Lily: Are you serious? Uhhh….no thanks? So I guess if you haven’t seen my book…I’ll just be…leaving…

James: *Panics* NO!!! …….. Uh…………. 

James:………. No one…….. Goodbye forever. *turns around and walks straight back to Sirius and slams his head on the table*

Sirius: So… did you woo the fair lady?

(( OOC: And James remained single for the rest of forever, the end. 

Baby Marauders starring my lil sis and lil cousin. <3 

Baby Marauder Version of THIS THREAD! :) )) 

anonymous asked:

Okay, so if James was the mother hen, what was Remus? Was he the grandma that snuck everyone chocolate? What are THOSE headcanons like?

honestly no, i think that remus was more like the nerdy but cool uncle who swears at the dinner table

  • because seriously, remus lupin swears a lot 
  • don’t get tricked by his innocent face and cute smile, no
  • “where in the bloody hell is my fucking transfiguration book??????”
  • actually james, sirius and peter would bet how many “fucks” remus would say during the day 
  • (the winner by the closest guess was peter with the bet of 75)
  • i mean, remus was that kind of person that stays quiet during a discussion/fight with only the judging look in his face
  • but then he says something and dammmmmmmmn
  • remus is the kind of person that always wins a rap battle
  • and he creates the best pranks
  • remus lupin is the evil brain i’m not kidding 
  • especially because no one thinks that he could do that 
  • he always get away of detentions
  • sirius always blames his puppy eyes
  • james puts the guilt in his kind smile
  • peter says that his weak look always works with woman that is way mcgonagall never blames him for any of his pranks
  • seriously tho remus could forget about a homework and says “i’m so sorry professor but my mates here were unbearably noisy last night and i was not feeling weel i couldn’t concentrate”
  • but remus was the one who started the party
  • and still flitwick would put james, sirus and peter in dentention
  • and give remus some chocolate
  • (that actually happened two or three times)
  • don’t forget that sarcasm was remus lupin second language
  • in poa when snape accuses harry of getting the marauders map directly from the manufacturers (because snape knew who messrs moony, wormtail, padfoot and prongs were) and remus say oh no severus this is rubbish i’m sure that harry got this from zonko’s
  • oh my god
  • snape knew the truth, remus knew that snape knew and still, remus didn’t fucking care 
  • and i’m sure that remus was internally giggling
  • and the thing with neville’s boggart
  • 33 years old remus lupin put boggart-snape in an old woman clothes in front of all of his students in the first day of school
  • god bless this man
I Think You're Perfect - George Weasley Imagine


can you do one where George falls in love with a Hufflepuff that he met at potions class and they cbecame friends. one day George notices that she was being bullied by some slytherins and he defends her? you can finish it however you want.

•Warning: Bullying!•

~(Y/n)’s POV~

I slowly opened my eyes to see my alarm clock come into view, my sight still a bit blurry but after a few seconds my vision became more clearer, revealing my alarm clock that said 9:30 Am. Classes start at exactly 9:00 so I’m basically screwed especially that Snape is my first period class. “Crap!” I exclaimed jumping quickly out of bed, I combed my hair out with my brush and threw on my black and yellow robe. I grabbed my Potion books and my Transfiguration books for next class, I’ll grab the rest later at break. I ran out of my room and quickly slipped through the barrel door, I was lucky that the Hufflepuff common room was near the dungeons. I quickly walked down the pavement stairs that led to the dungeons but once I reached flat ground I started to run as fast as my legs can carry me. As I was running I kept a very tight grip around my textbooks that were in my arms, I desperately held onto them. I ran around the corner, and of course to make me more late, I ran into a tall solid figure. I gasped as I fell back flat on my butt letting go of all of my textbooks, I looked at my feet to see my books scattered everywhere. I sighed deeply, before going on my knees to pick up my books. I saw the person who I bumped into get down on his knees to help me, I only saw his legs and I can tell that he was tall. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there” I heard the voice say softly, his voice is soothing and gentle.

I look up quickly and make eye contact with some big dreamy brown orbs, I swallow. “I-It’s not your fault. It’s just clumsy me.” I laughed nervously, he chuckled “I don’t think your clumsy, you were just rushing right?” He asked, I nodded slowly. “But, your okay right?” He asked sternly, I got lost in his words something about him just makes me melt. He waved his hand in front of my face a few times taking me out of my trance “What?” I asked confused “Your okay right?” He asked again “Y-yeah. It… It was just a fall.” I said nervously giving him a tender smile, he smiled back but even wider. He stood up, one hand holding all my books the other hand is straight out in front of him waiting for me to grab it. I grab it gently and he pulled me up to my feet his hand feels rough against my soft skin. “I don’t think we were properly introduced. My name is George, George Weasley.” He said brightly with a smirk “(Y-Y/n) (Y/l/n)” I stuttered out, his smirk making me blush deeply. “Well, where are you heading Miss. (Y/l/n)?” George asked “Potions” I said quietly still making eye contact with him. “We have the same class? I’ve never seen you in there before.” He exclaimed “I… I just got moved there today. They changed my schedule” I said quietly. “Now, let’s go to class before Snape kills us!” He joked making me laugh, we made it to the dungeons where Snape scolded me for three minutes and took away five house points from Hufflepuff. I sat down in an empty desk in the back working quietly on my current project of making Polyjuice Potion. I started to get confused as I read the last step, I growled as I read it over and over again trying to understand it.

“Need some help?” I heard a voice whisper in my ear, I jumped back my heart racing fast. I looked behind me to see George standing there with a smirk plastered on his face “If you try to not give me a heart attack, you can” I giggled “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” he said apologetically “No, it’s fine” I smiled. “So, what do you need help on?” He asked hovering his face over my boiling cauldron “I’m not really good at potions and I’m a muggleborn so, I have no idea what a mortar is.” I said covering my face embarrassed “Don’t be embarrassed, I’m pretty sure your not the first one to forget something” he chuckled moving my hands away from my face. He explained to me about what the mortar is and how it works, I listened to every single word he told me. He helped me with the potion but I felt a little unsafe when he added something into the cauldron making it smoke. “Um… George? Is it supposed to do that?” I asked looking at him then at the cauldron “well I-” he started but was cut off when a loud explosion sounded the room, I covered my eyes shielding them from my exploding cauldron. When I opened my eyes I saw George standing there almost completely covered in purple goo, I stifled a laugh with my hand when I saw an angry Snape come towards me and George.

“Ten points from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff! You two will serve detention tomorrow night in my office!” He hissed, the bell rang echoing throughout the classroom. “You two will also stay here and clean this mess!” He added before slipping out of the classroom with the rest of the leaving students. Once everyone left leaving just me and George we started to crack up, we kept laughing until we noticed that we were on the floor. We stayed until lunch time cleaning the desks and the floor trying to rid it of sticky purple goo. After that we both said our goodbyes we both headed separate ways him to Gryffindor tower and me to Hufflepuff basement to go change out of our dirty clothes. As I changed my robes, I couldn’t help but smile. George has been such a pickup for me today he’s just so nice and caring. I think I really really like him. I walked through the barrel door and made my way towards the Great Hall where the whole school was at right now enjoying lunch. I was only a few feet away before my path got blocked by the same Slytherins that bullied me at least three times a week. I sighed deeply before walking forward trying to pass them without a word but with no doubt they didn’t let me go that easily. They just stepped in front of me blocking my path “Where do you think your going Mudblood?” The one with blond hair also known as Draco Malfoy spat, I rolled my eyes before turning around walking quickly away from them. One of his goons grabbed my wrist wrenching me back to face them, the boy’s hand still clutching my wrist tightly already to the point where it hurts a lot. “Let go of me!” I exclaimed trying to pull free from the boys grip. I got angry and swung my fist trying to aim for their face but they ducked just in time, my fist missed their face.

“Aww look! The little Mudblood is trying to fight back!” Malfoy snickered making his little goons laugh too. Malfoy pushed me harshly on the chest making me fall back, landing hard on my back and head. I gasped as I hit the ground with a hard impact, I backed away from them trying to calm myself down. “Is the Mudblood gonna cry?” Malfoy taunted coming closer towards me, my back was already against the cold pavement wall. He had a wicked smile on his face as he grabbed my ankles pulling me forward towards him and his group, he pulled me roughly surely leaving bruises around my ankles. I cried out in pain as he slapped me across the face “You stupid little Mudbloods think you can be cool when really your just a waste of space in the wizarding world! Your like that Mudblood Granger!” He growled punching me in the face, making me scream in pain. Right before Malfoy could get any closer to me, I saw a tall figure with ginger hair run in front of me. George. “What do you gits think your doing?!” He yelled “We’re teaching this Mudblood a lesson Weasle B! Nothing you would know about! Why don’t you just leave? We’ll take care of the Mudblood.” Malfoy smirked “As if I’d do that!” George growled wiping out his wand quickly, stunning Malfoy in his place.

He was about to fall to the ground but his loyal servants caught him “Malfoy?! Malfoy are you okay?!” They both squeaked shaking the body desperately. “You’ll pay for this!” Crabbe growled before leaving with Malfoy and Goyle, George quickly came to my side checking my face. “Are you okay?” He asked quickly, a hint of worrying in his tone “I’m fine. I think I just broke my nose.” I said quietly still holding my nose ever since Malfoy punched it. “Here let me see” he said nervously, I slowly removed my hands from my face revealing a broken and bloody nose. “Episkey” he chanted, suddenly I could breath in fresh air now. I touch my nose and don’t feel any sign of pain nor blood. “Why are you helping me?” I asked looking down “what do you mean?” He asked “Well, I’m just a stupid Mudblood who can’t defend them self” I whispered, he quickly grabbed my chin and made me look up. “Why do you say that? I don’t think your stupid” he said soothingly “You’re just saying that so I can feel better” I said quietly “You’re wrong. Your not anything those stupid Slytherins say. I think you’re perfect just the way you are.” He smirked, I looked him in the eyes again and saw that he wasn’t lying. I felt a tear run down my cheek, I quickly wiped it away before hugging George tightly “Thank you so much” I whispered trying to blink back a few tears “It was no problem beautiful, now let’s go to the Great Hall to go get Pumpkin Pie” he smiled “Okay” I giggled standing up. George locked our fingers together gently, and from that day onward we became something special.


“Are you aware that you’re lighting your Transfiguration book on fire, Bella?”

“You say that like it wasn’t my intention.”

-Bellatrix Black, thoroughly exhausted and irritable after three straight hours of studying for her O.W.L’s, deciding to take out a little of her frustration on her least favorite subject’s textbook.

-Taken by Severus Snape, who decided it was best to not bother the girl any more.

-Circa 1976, Fifth Year.

***I do not own this picture

(now taking prompts)

73. A Hufflepuff from the D.A. had a bright idea. Queer students are now welcome at a weekly meeting in the Room of Requirement. The room supplies private peer counseling areas, informational pamphlets, binders, breast forms, books on transfiguration and glamour casting, and comfortable seating. There’s also plenty of poster board in case a protest needs to happen.

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I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

It’s Sirius’ idea, technically. He stole it from McGonagall, who looked at the four marauder’s towards the end of first year, a smile on her face she tried so desperately to hide and said: “I suppose you four are up to no good.” Sirius loved it and spent the whole day declaring he solemnly swore he was up to no good.

The other three rolled their eyes and James told him to shut up and Peter hit him with his Transfiguration book, but Sirius kept saying it whenever he was about to pull a prank.

Remus eventually started to use it to, only to mock Sirius. Every time he said it, he lowered his voice and smirked saying “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.”

Peter and James followed suit and when they made the marauder’s map and needed a passcode, it seemed fitting. Because whenever they opened the map, they usually were up to no good.

James was very clear about the definition of “no good”. It was something that would bring smiles to people’s faces and if it was messing with an enemy, all the better, but nobody should ever be hurt while they were “up to no good”. Everybody agreed.

It became a tradition, they said it even before they were about to do good, when something symbolic was about to happen, as a light joke, when they felt scared and alone.

“I solemnly swear I am up to no good.” Remus whispered to himself as he was about to walk into the underground area with his fellow werewolves. Although he was up to good, but it was never the schoolboy “no good” the statement implied.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” James said quietly to himself as he picked Harry up and bounced him up and down on his knee. But really, he was not “up to no good”. His days of “no good” were finished, he only hoped Harry would enjoy a few.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” Peter whispered to himself and he was shaking as he walked into the building he knew Voldemort occupied. He was definitely up to “no good” but it wasn’t the “no good” he enjoyed as a schoolboy, it would end in not only hurt, which James was against, but death.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!” Sirius yelled as he raced down the street, looking for Peter. James said “no good” couldn’t be hurting anybody and he had agreed, but James was dead and Sirius was determined to avenge him.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” James said, looking down on his friends from the sky. Remus said, crying on the steps of an abandoned building because he lost his three best friends in one night. Sirius said, in Azkaban thinking of Peter, the traitor and Remus who thought he was the traitor. Peter said, before he changed into his rat form.

No good, indeed.

I want more Muggleborn Hermione though like…

Hermione bringing a ton of books to Hogwarts that remind her of home and her childhood. Books that bring her back to before she found out she was a witch, that gave her hope.

Hermione bringing a walkman to the Burrow and a ton of CDs and listening to them when she read her Transfiguration book in between meals. She would have to show the Weasleys what it did and they would all love it 

Hermione having favorite Disney movies and princesses because they all have adventures that she never thought that she would have one day

Hermione singing along to the Beatles one minute and listening to classical music the next because her music varies so much

Hermione bringing Harry, Ron, and Ginny home one day and the four of them having a movie day because Ron and Ginny have never even seen movies all that much and they just love them so much

Hermione brining pens and pencils to Hogwarts because sure quills are nice sometimes, but god dipping it in ink can be tiring so sometimes she just takes notes in pen

Hermione calling her friends and family on the phone but not being able to tell them about Hogwarts when they ask about school. Sometimes she desperately wishes the Weasleys had a phone so she could talk to Ron and Ginny and she wished that the Dursleys would let Harry near a phone 

Hermione playing music as loud as she can and dancing around her room forgetting that she’s a witch who goes to magic school, who forgets her best friends are “the Chosen One” and a pureblood wizard. 

Hermione going to doctor’s appointments and dentists appointments, giggling to herself when she thinks about Ron’s face if he ever saw a doctor. 

Hermione feeling comfortable on a plane ride to France but not a broomstick

Hermione just sitting in her room during the summer wishing she was at Hogwarts and sometimes wishing that her life was normal

Bravery and Brains || Closed


The library was quiet, the air filled with the smell of dusty old books and the sound of scratching quills and moving parchment. Charlotte sat at a desk, glasses perched on tip of her nose. She took notes from the Transfiguration book she had opened in front of her, three pages of parchment already filled with notes, definitions, and dates. The winter exams were coming soon, and she was cramming as many study sessions as she could.

A sudden burst of nose from the front of the library made her jump. She looked up, eyes wide for a moment, then settled back down with a sigh of annoyance. A group of Gryffindor boys came in, pushing and jostling each other. The leader, a young man Charlotte knew to be on the Quidditch team, pushed one boy too near a stone bust. She sighed, and went back down to her notes.

I have this headcannon where the marauders are all talking about the hottest girls in their year and James turns to Moony and is all, “so moonster,” *wiggles eyebrows* “that Amanda is pretty nifty, what do ya reckon?” and Remus looks up from his advanced transfiguration book in mild surprise and says, “oh. No thanks, I’m gay.” casual af and in the same way someone would say “oh, no more helpings, I’m full.” and James just nods sagely and carries on to Pete and Padfoot, who are of course, choking in shock.