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Draco Malfoy Headcanons

spookyfred

At five, he named every single peacock. Every. Single. Peacock. Lucius called him foolish. Narcissa smiled. Both choked on their tea when during a light lunch in the garden, one peacock pecked another aggressively, and five-year-old Draco sprung up on his chair and shouted, “Bad Severus! Bad! Time-out!”
He grew up a lonely child - doted on and loved, but lonely. There was the occasional visit from his father’s associates and their children, mostly Crabbe and Goyle, but they were more pawns than friends, bigger, dumber children to boss around.
Later (too late), he’ll realize this and will learn regret for what could’ve been, if he had actually treated them like friends.
He played pretend often as a child. Usually, he was the prince, the hero. But sometimes he was the dragon, wrecking everything in his path.
He can’t function without coffee in the morning.
He cries when Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt declares him not-guilty and freed of all charges.
The manor becomes a thing of fear and horror to Draco after the war, his memories of home forever tarnished by Voldemort’s presence, by the monstrosities that happened there. He can’t show his face in the Wizarding World without fear of being ambushed, or, at the very least, looked upon with hatred and disgust. He starts visiting a muggle village near the manor, where nobody knows him or his past and he can be anyone.
The more time he spends around muggles the more he realizes his parents were wrong - how could anyone who could create all of this without magic be useless or unintelligent? And the nice girl at the coffee shop who smiles at him every day and asks him how he is when she doesn’t have to, could just hand him his coffee and move on, can’t be a waste of space, she just can’t.
Lucius finds out where he’s spending his time. They get into a huge fight - their only real fight because Draco had always been a good son, he prided himself on being a good son. It’s the first time he ever raises his voice to his father. It’s the first time his father strikes - truly strikes - him, open palm, across the face, and something that had already been frayed between them breaks in two.
Draco leaves home.
He returns to Hogwarts to get his NEWTs because he’s already starting off on the bottom rung with Death Eater stamped on his back - uneducated will be the death of him.
He learns to hate the name Malfoy and repels everything to do with it.
He joins healer training after Hogwarts, with so many ‘Outstanding’ N.E.W.Ts behind him, St. Mungo’s can’t turn down his application.
But that doesn’t stop his trainers and co-workers from making his life an absolute hell, doing everything they can to make him quit. That doesn’t stop the looks they and the patients alike give him, distrust and disgust. He does not quit. He works harder than he’s ever worked at anything in his life because he’s finally found a purpose, a real purpose - to make others feel a little less broken than he does on a daily basis, to fix them because he doesn’t know how to fix himself.
It’s not redemption. It’s not an apology. He just wants to help, be a better him, for once in his life.
And yes, the first time a patient pukes on him, he almost quits, because puke in his shoes, but he doesn’t.
And he’s brilliant at it. He destroys at healer training. Becomes the greatest healer St. Mungo’s has. And suddenly, people aren’t avoiding him any longer, but asking for him, requesting him.
He earns the title of Potions Master - a very prestigious, difficult title only awarded to the best.
He creates potions not only for St. Mungo’s, but also for smaller, free clinics, for people who can’t afford St. Mungo’s.
He single-handedly revolutionizes healing potions as the wizarding world knows them.
He carries lollipops in the pocket of his healer robes for children patients.
He has a son - Scorpius Hyperion - who takes the last name Malfoy, just like he had when he came into this world.
He stops hating the name Malfoy and instead decides to change what it stands for, make it more than it ever was. Make it a name his son can be proud to own.

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meraudurs

Give me Harry Potter. Do this and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave Hogwarts untouched. Give me Harry Potter, and you will be rewarded. You have one hour.

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frenchiefri

Is it really?

princessamericachavez

So Rowling had no way of knowing the political climate during the 19 Years Later epilogue, but we do now. So consider this: what kind of world does the Golden Trio live in right now?

Their country is in the middle of Brexit talks, with racism and protectionism at their worst and the magic community isn’t far behind.

Young Pure Bloods march the streets with torches and capes, shouting “They will not replace us!” They wear Deatheater masks and temporary tattoos (oh it’s not the real thing, they’ll wash it off and be back at the office on Monday).

In the news, the authorities call for a cease of violence and ask people not to fight the young pure bloods. In the streets, people talk about talking to them calmly to fix things. Ron is livid. “You don’t reason with bloody Deatheaters! You throw curses at them!”

Hermione’s work for equality in the magical world gets harder every day. She starts getting death threats in her mail, many howlers that leave her in tears. She keeps going. When people insist that every werewolf is dangerous to society and they should all be banned from country, she tearfully remembers Lupin giving his life to protect them all, she remembers Dobby with a knife in his heart and Hagrid with his half giant blood and his giant heart. She keeps fighting.

As much as he hates it —and he hates it a lot— Harry becomes a vocal public figure again, constantly condemning blood purists and calling for action against them. His office calls horrified after the first interview, telling him he can’t be calling for violence against this people who are only protesting. “They are Deatheaters and this is how we deal with them,” he snarls back. “Have you forgotten Voldemort?” On the other side of the line, he can feel them flinch.

No one who fought the war has forgotten it, but so many others seem to, it pains Harry. It’s been barely twenty years since he saw children die in the grounds of Hogwarts, killed by grown angry men who believed themselves superior. It’s been barely twenty years since Tom Riddle’s death body laid on the ground and he thought they could finally have peace.

The trio sends their kids on the Hogwarts Express and they can’t help but remember their experiences there in a time much like this. They never thought their own children would have to suffer as they did, they pray they won’t have to.

Harry touches his lighting scar and reminds himself it hasn’t hurt again for years. All is well. A quiet voice inside his head wonders bitterly: “Is it, really?”

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raedainfossaest

18 year old Regulus Black willingly drinks a torture potion and dies alone in a cave so that some day, someone will be able to defeat Voldemort.

Horace Slughorn (albeit reluctantly) shows Harry a part of his past he’s kept hidden for years, even from himself, which is a key part of defeating Voldemort.

Narcissa Malfoy looks Voldemort, a man who is not only notoriously evil but also has the ability to READ MINDS, right in the eye and lies to him for the chance to save her son.

Andromeda Tonks’ entire family is killed at the hand of her own sister and some other death eaters and she still finds the strength to go on and be a guardian to her orphaned grandchild.

But Severus Friendzone Snape, that’s the “brave Slytherin” Harry chooses to name his kid after. Ok, sure.

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Slytherin headcanons

Their common room is actually warm (under the ground is actually warmer, and they have made lots of effort and magic to keep the cold from the lake)
Some sixth year boys figured an amazing spell to heat the floor so it’s comfortably hot.
There is lots of snakes and most love them. They love being petted
If you dislike/fear snakes they dont come close
Everyone loves the giant squid
Drinking games during weekends. Sixth and seventh graders make sure younger ones dont drink alcoholic drinks (too much)
Big luxury beds
There is lots of books of duelling, jinxes, curses and spells that might not be taught at school (dark magic, spells from other countries, not taught to be important)
These books are in a room that can be accessed through common room if you are Slytherin and know the password
Lots and lots of games (and even tho the whole bloodpurity thing there is muggle games)
Everyone loves snacks and house elves are hapoy to provide
Lots of them are disgusted by Snape
Candles
Traditions are followed and respected, Slytherin is the most traditional house.
Slytherins dont bully other Slytherin. Never. Nope. You get your ass whooped
Very proud and sometimes stubborn
If you set goal to yourself, you achieve that goal
Some reasons to do things: Spite, aesthetic and wanting to win/be better/break a record that someone made (even yourself)
Aesthetic
Pillow fights
Exploring the dungeons at night
There is big curtains that are over the windows to lake bc absolutely NO ONE wants to be next to black lake with terrifying shit in it

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roachpatrol

i’m so puzzled by harry potter fics where hermione’s doing the majority of the childcare instead of ron. hermione is ruthless and driven and a single child and boy does she get easily frustrated with people being stupid or weak. ron’s from a big family with an attentive mom and he’s an extremely sweet and supportive guy. if i was going to pick a full-time parent i’d go with ron every time.

like ron is the parent that teaches you to read and write and cook and ride a broom and share your toys and make up with your friends. hermione is the parent that picks your schoolyard bully up by the scruff and throws him over the fence and gets banned from all future PTA meetings.

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sirussly

Anonymous asked:

Hey jess, I was wondering. Are you the first move kind of person when it comes to crushes or the sit back and wait kind? I have noticed that most of my gryffindor friends are the first move kinds, but I'm very much not and I'm also a gryffindor. I am starting to think I am a defective little lion :(

sirussly answered:

(( OOC: Depends on the person and most often the gender. I’m really comfortable approaching guys because I feel like I have a better idea of how they work… girls on the other hand, scare the shit out of me. I’ve not got much experience in that area so any squishy-girl-feels often get swallowed and panicked over because I’m a big bisexual mess. So… I feel ya, friendo. ))

sirussly

Harry broke off. He had just noticed the woman who had entered the room behind Hagrid.
“You!” he shouted, and he thrust his hand into his pocket, but it was empty.
“Your wand’s here, son,” said Ted, tapping it on Harry’s arm. “It fell right beside you, I picked it up. And that’s my wife you’re shouting at.”
“Oh, I’m — I’m sorry.”
As she moved forward into the room, Mrs. Tonks’s resemblance to her sister Bellatrix became much less pronounced: Her hair was a light, soft brown and her eyes were wider and kinder.

So here we have canonical evidence that Andromeda Tonks and Bellatrix Lestrange are pretty damn similar looking. To the extent that Harry couldn’t tell the difference between them at first glance.

Question.

Is it more or less painful that Tonks died staring into a face so like her mother’s?