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Most iconic thing in the Harry Potter
Molly Weasley, bless her, had started off making the ‘Weasley sweaters’ as a form of telling George and Fred apart. But they still switch their sweaters, cheeky bastards. After they got theirs, everyone wanted it, so that’s how the tradition is born. If you have a sweater, you’re official.
headcanons about the Weasley family (extended)
Percy is autistic but was not diagnosed until he was twenty-three, which was when he began attending a muggle psychologist for the war (the man was a squib)
She also kept her autism totally a secret, mainly because she hasn't even processed that she has the disorder
Fred is alive, but most of us have that headcanon
Ron enjoys being taller than the twins, because they can be two against one, but he is a head tall.
The 6 brothers have agreed that they had never seen their mother so angry, like when she found out that Percy smoked
Percy once found a box of old clothes in the attic, this turned out to be clothes from her uncles Fabian and Gideon. She tried it on, having no idea about this and when I come down to lunch, Molly started crying, because Percy was the spitting image of her brothers
Charlie has a dragon skin jacket that he never wears, because he was given it as a gift and he would rather not wear the skin of the animals that he cares for.
The Weasleys only found out about Percy's autism, because he had an autistic breakdown, it must be said that after that everyone made sure to investigate everything they could about autism, so they could help Percy if something like a breakdown happened again
Ron lived in an apartment in muggle london with Harry and Hermione during the post-war years.
Arthur like percy is autistic but was not diagnosed until molly researched autism and saw that many of the autism symptoms fit both percy and arthur
George and fred took some courses on medimagia after the war
After the war, the extended Weasley family enjoys playing Quidditch every Sunday in the morning.
Percy is in a relationship with Oliver
Percy and oliver adopted molly and lucy, and fred and george are their godparents respectively, while their godmothers are katie bell and angelina jonhson
Bill enjoys telling Muggle stories about the Egyptian pyramids, to children, and everyone loves Uncle Bill's stories, because he knows many illusion spells to make it look like they are inside a real pyramid.
Harry and Hermione managed to buy a movie player, to watch Muggle movies in the burrow
When teddy was little he used to wear his hair the same shade of red as the weasleys since he spent a lot of time in the burrow
Percy weasley headcanons
He has heterochromia, while the eyes of the rest of the Weasleys are blue or brown, those of Percy are bluish in color quite close to looking gray.
You started smoking because of stress. But he is very careful about hiding his tobacco smell
Prefers coffee over tea especially because it will help you stay awake longer
He's bisexual but he spent a lot of time in the closet and when I say a lot I mean that his internalized homophobia was the size of Hogwarts
He is the tallest weasley, he is 6.5, the second tallest is Ron with 6.2, which bothered the rest of the brothers a lot, why did Percy and Ron have to be favored by genetics?
When he goes out with his brothers, more than one girl has told him that his eyes are very pretty, this makes him turn red and stutter a thank you. Bill, charlie and ginny find it quite funny, on the other hand fred and George don't understand what the girls see Percy and Ron just ignores him
He made some pranks during Hogwarts he was never caught because who would think that the perfect prefect that is percy weasley would prank someone?
When percy was 13, Arthur came home with a walkman that did not work, percy managed to fix it and kept the cassette which had the complete album of queen's she heart attack so his taste for muggle music began
His clothing style is usually loose jeans, shirts and sweaters but Oliver once convinced him to wear a black shirt, a leather jacket and jeans. Needless to say, Oliver took him to a muggle disco? And percy probably never got so many phone numbers in one night
Yes, he knows how to use a telephone, he was the one who was in charge of teaching Ron how to use it.
He is damn good at flying a broomstick, he probably could have played Quidditch professionally but when he was 10 he read the statistics of accidents in Quidditch matches and he didn't like them since then he usually avoided playing the sport
he chose his first glasses because they looked like Arthur's
his eyesight is equal to or worse than harry's, why does his 6-year-old's me think it was a good idea to read at night?
He had the same glasses since he was 7 they just used an enlargement spell when they started to get small
The first thing he did when he received his first salary from him was go get his eyesight checked and buy some new glasses
his patronus is a German Shepherd
He has insomnia, normally he would spend all night watching TV until he had to go to work and then he would live on coffee for the rest of the day and that would be his routine until Oliver went to see him and realized how little he I was sleeping percy
Of the 6 brothers percy is the one that most resembles the prewett twins
Molly Weasley saw Sirius as a threat to her moral authority. She saw Hermione as a threat to her daughter. She saw Fleur as a threat to her domestic hierarchy. She saw Harry as a savior-figure in need of maternal wrangling, not genuine autonomy.
Weasleys 🍂 exploring some different coloring styles, hmm, not really sure what I think about the result
Do you guys thing birth control work on magic folks like if hermione we’re taking a muggle prescribed birth control would it actually protect her from being pregnant or would she have to take a wizarding world birth control
Real world questions
What a fucking savage dumbledore is like I’m rereading poa and it’s Christmas lunch or whatever and he offers the end of a cracker ( noise maker) to snape and when they pull it apart that fucking hat with the vulture comes out like damn he really did that shit to him after being embarrassed all term from it
I have this head canon that even though Vic understands her birthday is an important day in history and that people are grieveing that she’s kinda sad her birthday isn’t a very joyous occasion in her family. I believe they all take time to try and make it special and joyful but I think she knows how sad it is and at some points is sad herself because she can’t have an exciting birthday like her cousins/siblings as is jealousies that fact. I also believe that Vic is also so understanding that she doesn’t want to sound like a “brat” ( even though I don’t think she is one) so she doesn’t say anything but she hates that her birthday is that day and she wishes it were in a different day but then feels bad so then regrets the thoughts
Did this post make any sense or was it senseless rambling
Sometimes when I think of nymphadora tonks I think of the singer pink and how she always has her hair and her spunk and fight
Either way both woman are badass and I love them
April first, 1999
George blew the candles, encouraged by his family and friends. He didn't knew how long he would resist smiling. No, don't think like that, he nagged himself, they need this as much as you do. He just had to keep going, just a little more.
He decided to focus his attention on something other than the cake, like, Hermione and Ron. They remind me of Angelina and- nope. Harry, Harry who had also been-no. Percy, who should have- NO. Teddy, whose parents were-oh for Merlin's beard!-wait, what?.
Slowly but surely, the little Lupin was crawling in his onesie towards his puffy bludger , courtesy of Lee Jordan, probably to chew the wrapper with that toothless mouth of his.
The baby would be one year old in a few months and was already babbling, he couldn't help but chuckle. Then, he saw his chance, this was it! He ended his cake slice, picked up the baby and tickled him.
-It's quite late for you to be up, don't ya think, lil' fella? I'll take him to his crib-he told his father.
-Be careful-Arthur smiled softly. If he knew his intentions, he didn't said a word.
As soon as they were in the hallway, George exhaled as he leaned against the wall, and quietly, very quietly, he sobbed and shed a tear. No one mentioned him, but his twin's presence, or rather, absence, was felt all around the Burrow.
Teddy didn't liked seeing Georgie like this, he didn't liked it!. So he reached with his tiny baby hands to his cheeks, as if asking "Are you okay?". That seem to work when Uncle Harry touched his head.
He wasn't, but he played it cool for the kid-S'nothing, let's get you to your room
Teddy settled down on his chest with sleepy eyelids. Going up the stairs, he heard what he suspected when he saw the empty chair: he wasn't the only one that had stepped away from the party to mourn in peace.
-I-I miss you so much, my child, my Fred- Molly cried while looking at a picture of the Weasley twins laughing, maybe after one of many pranks they had pulled over the years.
The crib was just next to her mother's bed, as she would babysit Teddy for her admittedly large experience. He knocked, almost sorry to do so.
-Oh, George! I-I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were coming, I just-
-It's fine, mom. Don't worry about it.
-Did everyone ate already?
-Yup
Teddy looked at the old frame, frowning a little. Then he turned his hair red.
-Oh. Do you want me to hold you, darling?-asked the woman, cleaning her face and showing a sad smile.
-Fwed?
Fred. That was his first word. Fred.
The ghost grinned softly.
Would it be wrong if I said that I find lego Molly Weasley at least a little bit attractive
Where all the poets go to die || 𝖂𝖔𝖑𝖋𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗
Summary: Remus and Sirius write each other letters, while he’s in Azkaban.
Warnings: none
A/N: This is a fanfiction, which will be multiple chapters long. You might want to follow me for updates. I would also greatly appreciate some feedback or your thoughts on my writing in general.
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(𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟏)
Remus never felt so completely and utterly lost in his whole life before. He didn’t intend to tell anyone about the part, that’s tearing him apart and yet he’s sitting on the soft cushion of a chair, that belongs to no one other than the Weasleys. Like now, in quiet moments of reflection, he feels tears spring into the corner of his eyes and he quickly wipes away the ones, that have unknowingly begun to fall down his face. The room is silent, except for a kettle, which is quietly cooking on the kitchen stove. Through the open window, he can smell the cold autumn wind. It drifts over his head and when he closes his eyes, he comes up. Again and again, he comes to him and the once loved memories, the ones he now so despises, come crashing over him and ripple throughout his body.
"I never felt about anyone, the way i feel about you," Sirius says, thumb caressing Remus' cheek as they lie on the bed in their shared apartment. He’s tucked into Sirius' lap, resting his head against his chest how he did on that fateful day. "Nothing in the universe will ever tear us apart."
How wrong Sirius had been, Remus thinks. Swallowing, his eyes close tightly and he tries to find a way to drown his thoughts out. Sirius is gone and all he left him with is his crumpled heart. How could he join Voldemort’s side and betray both James and Lily? It feels as if he’s always on the verge of waking up from a bad dream and sometimes, when it all becomes unbearable, he thinks about giving up. Falling apart at the seams, knowing he’ll never be who he once was, but there’s a whole other side that he’s desperately holding on to. The part he fell in love with. The side of him that created a ‘happily ever after’ in his head. But then the realization hits. The realization, that it’s all been an act. He loves and was never loved back and the hardest part of this process is trying to reconcile the two seemingly polarised sides.
Before he was alone. Distracted by his own thoughts and emotions, but now, two figures stand by, observing quietly from the shadows. Molly Weasley gazes down upon him with concern and quiet understanding. The wonder of what to say lives in her mind. She startles slightly, as the teakettle begins to whistle and a few seconds later, the face of her husband comes into sight. Remus seems slowly return to reality, as Arthur Weasley kneels down with a cup of freshly brewed tea and eyes him worryingly.
“Remus -”
The silence lingers, the voice numbing his senses. He glances around before reaching for the cup.
“Thank you.. Arthur,” Remus whispers.
The tea soothingly warms him from the inside and it’s almost too much. He has gotten so used to the newfound cold within.
“Are you alright? Is there something you need?” The concern drips in Molly’s voice and Remus frowns. His wounded self screams at the back of his head. They don’t understand. He’s been hurt in ways, he never excepted to be hurt and there’s no way out.
“I’m fine,” he mutters instead. A sad smile curving his lips.
Molly just continues to look him concerningly due to her well known nurturing and caring nature. She and Arthur give each other a silent look and a nod before she leaves and Arthur takes seat in the chair opposite from Remus.
“You have to make something out of all these feelings within you,” Arthur speaks up. His voice is silent and raw and the fact that he sees him in such a vulnerable state, makes Remus' heart swell.
“Have you thought about writing him a letter?”
Remus takes a while to answer, too taken aback by his suggestion. A letter? How could he factor all his anger and frustration into just a mere letter? Besides, Sirius doesn’t care. He never cared. He took everyone down with him and did it on purpose.
“Well... i don’t know how,” Remus finally says with a shake of his head.
He feels Arthur’s big and warm hand on his arm, grounding him. His dark blue eyes full of concern.
“Write to him.”
Remus eyes stay fixed on him, feeling that Arthur isn’t wiling to let this go. He notices a tightness throughout his body and he didn’t even realize, that he had been tensing up and holding his breath.
“He betray-” Remus stops mid sentence. His heart pounding in his chest and tears burning in his eyes. “You don’t think there’s a chance that he could be innocent, do you?”
Arthur clears his throat. “I refused to believed it at first, but witnesses saw him... twelve Muggles.. an extremely powerful explosive curse....”
To hear it out loud, makes Remus fall still, eyes slowly closing.
“You have to free some of the anger and hurt, that lingers inside you. I can see it’s killing you,” Arthur says in a soft voice.
Remus looks up and nods, knowing that it’s true. He knows that Arthur is right and that all the memories inside his heart could break him in half. Shatter him.
“If there’s a way, i’ll write him. I’m sorry for -”
“Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for,” Arthur interrupts him, while he shifts slightly in his chair. “Prisoners are usually not permitted to correspond with the outside world, but i'll talk to Dumbledore. You can use Asora, our owl, as well. Don't hesitate to ask us anything.”
Remus heart almost burst with untold affection for this man. “Thank you. For everything,” he says.
The slight hint of a smile he receives in return, makes him forget everything for a mere few seconds and Remus knows to treasure it well. Sincere or forced, it mattered little — The gesture was appreciated all the same.
“Anytime.”
He feels his heart unclench. A few minutes of silence pass by, until Remus gently nods towards the door.
“I better be leaving. It’s been a long day.”
He gets up off the chair and before he heads out the door, he gives Arthur a quick hug.
"Say thank you to Molly for me."
"I'll. Just keep holding on, Remus. We’re waiting for you."
With a tiny hint of a smile on his lips, he slips through the doorway and lets the sweet cold air reach his lungs. Arriving at home, alone, he warms himself in front of the fireplace, where a bright and cozy fire burns. It’s been a long day and all he wants, is some peace and quiet, but Remus feels a restlessness he can’t shake. Nothing is bothering him. No sound, no smell, nothing. Everything is calm, except him. Slowly, his eyes drift to his writing desk. Though his body doesn’t want to move, keeping still seems an impossible task. Finally, he just gives up, sits down at his desk and pulls out a jar of ink and some paper.
~*~
To Sirius Black
November 12th 1981
It’s almost impossible to forget you.
Your absence and betrayal is the most painful thing i had to ever go through. Being so close and watching you disappear hurts the most. James and Lily are dead because of you. How could you, Sirius? I’ve been lied to by the person, who has always treated me with the most daring respect, who listened to my interests and even for a little while, made me feel and know love in a way that no one else ever has. How could i’ve been so blind? I can’t take it anymore. I wish to depart so far and free. Is it easier to stay? Is it easier to go?
Truth is, shatter my heart and soul, i never wish to see you again. Sometimes, i long to feel the same one more time, but it hurts. My soul is frozen and there’s no sun to warm it.
You weren’t just a star to me, you were my whole damn sky.
I love you, but i hate you so much. You’re nothing but a liar, making us think that the friendship and love we shared was real and then you turn your back on us and betray us in such a vile manner. Your sins will never be forgotten.
Everything reminds me of you. Your scent is a sweet felony. Sometimes i wonder, if i'll ever fall in love again. I wonder what it would look like. How would i act? Is it the same as the first time? Or more cautious? I’m curious. I have this feeling, that i want to feel it again, but i don't at the same time. I’ve been hurt so deeply and i wish you a lifetime of coming to terms with the pain you caused. I hope you can live with yourself, even though i wish you’re constantly reminded of what you’ve done.
Farewell, Sirius.
Remus
There's a sinking feeling in his chest as he finishes the letter. For a while, he remains emotionless in his seat, while he processes every syllable.
His own words bring him to tears and suddenly it all seems too blurred in the way that his heart sinks everytime he thinks of Sirius in their bed. Waiting for someone who will never be his, who will never come to him. He picks the letter, reads it a second time and his salty tears burn the little scar, that rests on his chin. He goes to bed on an empty stomach that night, crying until his pillows are soaked.
well now I’m crying
Imagine twelve year old Harry not even knowing how awful his childhood with Dursleys had been until he gets to the Burrow.
Imagine him seeing Percy asleep with a book on his lap, and being baffled that a kid might feel comfortable enough in his own home to be so vulnerable in the living room.
Imagine Molly coming up to the attic to say goodnight to Ron and Harry, and Harry glancing at Ron when he hears her footsteps, trying to figure out what they had done wrong that day.
Imagine him asking George who does all the house chores, and thinking it’s a joke when George answers, “we all do.”
Imagine Ginny pestering Arthur with questions over the Daily Prophet, and Harry trying to shoot her warning looks to stop it! but then Mr. Weasley looks up and patiently answers every single one.
Imagine Bill popping in for a visit one evening and Harry being floored when Bill stops to chat with him.
Imagine Fred chasing after Harry in the yard, playfighting, but Harry actually begins to run for real fear of being hurt.
Imagine Molly burning something on the stove my accident and tossing it, imagine Harry mentioning to Ron, offhandedly, “she could’ve given that one to me, it’s what I eat at home when I mess up dinner” and not knowing why Ron is horrified.
Imagine Harry seeing what a normal, functioning family looks like, and realizing the absence of love in his own life.
Marauders Era Fancasts
Sirius Orion Black Ben Barnes
James Fleamont potter Reiky De Valk and Aron Taylor-Johnson
Peter Pettigrew Dane Dehaan
Remus John Lupin Andrew Garfield
Lilly Evans Sophie Skelton
Mary Macdonald Sofia Bryant
Marlene Mckinnon Beabadoobee
Alice Forscue Carey Mulligan
Frank Longbottom David Lambert
Molly Prewitt Rose Leslie
Arthur Weasley Caleb Landry Jones
Fabian Prewitt Oliver Dale
Gideon Prewitt Tymon Rutkowski
Ronald Weasley! How dare you steal that car! I am absolutely disgusted! Your father's now facing an inquiry at work, and it's entirely your fault! If you put another toe out of line, we'll bring you straight home! Oh and Ginny dear, congratulations on getting into Gryffindor, your father and I are so proud.
Molly Weasley, mother of 7 children, plus Harry. Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone.