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Harry James Potter, head of the DA and protégé of Albus Dumbledore himself, did not become a career Auror. -Sure, he worked with them after the war-everyone did. -Harry and Ron led the charge in rounding up old Death Eaters and Hermione researched and wrote crazily, making sure no stone was left unturned in their hunt and no memories were lost of the new history they’d made (her writings were eventually compiled into what is largely considered the most comprehensive history of Voldemort and his attacks ever written. Madame Prince has three copies in the school library). -Even Neville and Luna lent their respective plant and animal (however strange) based abilities towards getting past old defenses and remaking allies. -These children were born and raised in the midst of war, and it took a while for most of them to learn the ways of peace. But once they figured it out (sort of) they settled into their new roles. -Hermione rose rapidly amongst Ministry ranks, Ron returned to family, the only truth he’d ever been sure of, and Harry went back to his first (real, remembered) home. -The Defense Against the Dark Arts position had been rid of its curse for two years by the time Harry applied for the job, and the teacher who held it for those years was only temporary anyways. McGonagall had been hoping Harry would return to Hogwarts, and return he did. -Harry Potter’s Defense lessons were notorious for their seemingly random schedule, where one day the class would be practicing spells normally, the next running obstacle courses in the Forbidden Forest, and the day after that having a class wide discussion on the power of emotions and their use in spells -His first lesson of every year was on the power of chocolate and conversation to comfort, just as he had learned from Remus Lupin years ago. Like his old professor, Harry rewarded students with chocolate for good deeds and correct answers. -Seventh Years got to choose personal research projects, ranging from meticulous dioramas of various battles to the best way to make a pile of dung explode -Sixth Years learned more complicated traditional spells, including the Patronus and healing charms (Harry’s stag never failed to draw gasps the first time he showed it to a group) -Fifth Years combined lessons from all their other classes to find ways to fight without traditional spell work, including stories from Harry about using Wingardium Leviosa to fight a troll his first year and Neville using his plants during the Battle of Hogwarts. (Often, Harry would bring in Hermione, Ron, and Neville to assist in the telling of these tales and the teaching of their techniques.) -Fourth Years got lessons in love and death and ancient theories and stories, along with turns for everyone to go under the Invisibility Cloak on the day devoted to the Deathly Hallows -Third Years learned defense against other species with a final like an obstacle course similar to the one given to Harry by Professor Lupin -Second Year was for most traditional dueling spells, started with Expelliarmus. (Any students that complained about the “boring” spell would have him reply calmly, “this is what saved my life against Lord Voldemort” and shut right up) -First Years started with basic theories, and continued to shielding and camouflaging charms (because Harry never really signed up to fight, and would rather his students never have to) -every year ended with huge tournaments between the years, which he used to help houses bond with each other and to assess skills. They changed between magical paintball or laser tag, scavenger hunts, or temporary prank wars (the other professors’ least favorite), and the winners got to camp on the grounds for a night for s'mores, swimming, and a midnight Quidditch game -His first students were mostly old enough to have been his classmates, just like those of the DA had been, and so his first years of teaching were to war-torn children like himself, who had gaps in their normal seating arrangements that their friends, now dead, had sat in, and the occasional blank stare that Harry was never offended by, as he was accustomed to seeing them on his friends and himself when they were revisiting horrors they’d witnessed -as he continued teaching though, his students came in excited to learn from the famed Harry Potter, and he had to persuade them early on that to them, he was just a teacher who’d show them a trick on the Quidditch field or the location of a secret passageway, nothing more and nothing less -eventually, students would get more excited when Harry announced that Hermione, the Minister of Magic, was coming to visit and chat with them about research, or Ginny, his Quidditch star wife, was arriving soon to show off her Bat Bogey hex than when he mentioned his own history -and as time went on, Madame Pince’s copies of Hermione’s history book stayed on the shelves because students realized Harry was more likely to engage in a snowball fight than a duel and was happiest tucked into a Weasley sweater with a cup of tea, chatting with friends about anything other than defeating Dark Lords; and he was recognized in Diagon Alley less by adults wishing to shake his hand and more by children wanting to say hello to their favorite professor -and students came to love him, not for his fame as the Boy Who Lived, but as a professor who cared, and sought to teach in a way that everyone could learn from, and Harry wouldn’t have it any other way

Hellooo just wondering if you could write something about James babysitting Dora. I can only imagine that being the cutest thing ever 😍

After seemingly chasing her around the entirety of Grimmauld Place, James had finally focused his goddaughter’s attention on the dress-up box, hoping to at least keep her confined to her room. He’d thought he was physically fit, given his job, but apparently small children fuelled themselves on the sheer exhaustion of whoever was looking after them. 

‘What about this, Dora?’ he asked her, pulling out a sequined little dress. ‘Want to be a fairy?’ 

She scowled. ‘No.’ 

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A song for a heart so big, God wouldn’t let it live.

Strike for the climate!

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at dawn

presenting the gryffindor quidditch captains through the years to celebrate the new @hpquidditchnet !

It starts at dawn.

Minerva McGonagall stands broom in hand, eyes on the lilac stained sky. She feels the urge stirring in her bones, the urge to take off, to feel the cold breeze under her ribs, to fly. The smell of broom polish is intoxicating, the soft rustling as robes flutter in the wind a symphony to her ears, her heart soaring underneath the red and gold crest.

She is home.

It starts at dawn.

James Potter watches the tired faces of his team as they complete drill after drill. His eyes track their movements, scribbling notes in his head over the lists of names that burned through the evening paper the night before. He etches drills and plays over the images that haunt his dreams, filling every space in his skull with scrawling diagrams until it is just a sea of ink. Marlene sails the quaffle through the hoops, fist in the air and cheer in her throat.

This, he thinks, this is what we’re fighting for.

It starts at dawn.

Too damn early, in Charlie Weasley’s opinion. It had seemed like a good idea when the new keeper, Wood, had suggested it, but now he’s freezing his arse off at five in the morning instead of buried under duvets he’s reconsidering. The sun’s lighting up the pitch, igniting the fire that burns in his stomach.  It’s this feeling in his chest, the one he gets when he flies high above the stands, that makes him feel like he could breath fire.

It starts at dawn.

And Oliver Wood is ready. Because the feel of a broom under him and goggles holding his hair back on his forehead does something to him. Like every part of him finally settles, slotting together to make a machine of blood and bone and sinew. He is ready, captains armband tight around his arm, ready to carve his team into history where they belong. There is lighting in his bones and thunder in his heart.

A storm is coming.

It starts at dawn.

Angelina Johnson can already feel the weight balanced between her shoulder blades, already hear the fears whispering in her ear. But there is fire in her veins and she won’t go down without a fight. She watches her team, her family, fly. Katie and Alicia, laughing as they duck and weave through the air; Fred and George trying to aim bludgers through the hoops; Ron, looping the pitch slowly as he adjusts his gloves; and Harry, Harry with his eyes that have seen too much, making pulling out of a dive look like a lost art.

There is hope yet she thinks.

It starts at dawn.

Well, it should be starting at dawn but Harry Potter has never been known for his timekeeping abilities. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, he never does, he probably never will, but standing there, boots crunching under leaves that have swept onto the pitch, he feels a tranquillity he hasn’t felt in a while. The team is different from the one he entered six years ago but it’s still the same warmth in his chest as he kicks off from the ground.

The pounding in his chest reminds him he’s alive.

It starts at dawn.

Ginny Weasley bites her lip as she leans against the base of one of the hoops. The pitch is one of the few places she can come without hearing the screams of battle, without smelling the smoke of war. Her hand is still shaking though as she glances to the stands where she used to sit and watch games, watch her brothers, watch Fred. A new morning breaks as the sun rises and she walks to the huddle of scarlet clad players.

And so the game plays on.

— Queen of the South

Requested by @the-most-beautiful-broom

Michael Corner was dumped by Ginny Weasley for being a sore loser and in many instances was straight up rude, and he got tortured by the Carrows for releasing a first year student they had chained up.

Ernie Macmillan was pompous and at times even a little obnoxious, and he stood up and asked if students would be able to stay and fight Voldemort.

Seamus Finnigan sided with the ministry and called one of his closest friends a liar, and he owned up to his mistakes and apologized, and was one of the leaders in the fight against the carrows.

Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown were seen as gossipy, giggly, over emotional school girls, and they fought in the battle of hogwarts.

Cho Chang was often emotional, and was jealous of Harry’s friendship with Hermione, and she fought in the battle of hogwarts.

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were troublemakers at school, and were often seen as immature, and they risked their lives to get information to people during the war and fought in the final battle.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Ginny, and Luna also often exhibit immature and sometimes even rude behavior during their school years, and are inarguably six of the bravest most heroic people in the series.

These characters were children. They were teenagers. They were immature, they were petty, at times they were rude. They were over emotional and easily jealous and obnoxious and they all had moments where they were straight up bad people. But that doesn’t change the fact that they were heroes. Teenagers are stupid. These kids were normal teenagers, and they had the same flaws that normal teenagers have, and that shouldn’t overshadow the heroes that they grew into.

NOTE: this post is NOT endorsing or excusing the awful irredeemable behavior of a certain adult character who shall remain nameless. This post is about children who are judged on a few childish actions instead of their bravery and heroism.

After the Bridge: The Full Story (Jem/Tessa)

hi Cassie! idk if you’ve noticed, but I think you’ve invoked a small (and quite entertaining) url revolution. — hornyjem

I did. I am very proud. :)

This is the full story of After the Bridge, a tale for those who might have wondered what Tessa and Jem did after they met on Blackfriars Bridge in the epilogue of Clockwork Princess. If you’ve been waiting to read it until it was done, it is now done.

Those who do not like Tessa&Jem together or Jessa sexytimes probably should skip this. (You will not miss anything that will affect your understanding of later books.) Those who like that sort of thing will find this the sort of thing they like.

After the Bridge alternates POV between Jem and Tessa. This is Part Five, the full story. As this is one short story and not chaptered, each post will contain the whole story from the beginning up to the point where that part ends so that new readers or readers who don’t remember what happened won’t have to hunt down the previous post(s.)

AFTER THE BRIDGE : Now with (sexy) art by Cassandra Jean! 

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Lightwood-Bane/Clace Headcanons

“Uncle Jace” has written no less than four piano lullabies for Rafael.

After they adopted Rafe, Magnus begged Clary for a portrait. 

She delivered the finished product the following Christmas, and Alec was misty-eyed and emotional. The portrait is framed and hanging up in their place – the first thing people see when they enter. 

Jace gives Rafael piano lessons every other Wednesday afternoon, while Clary and Max use the studio next door to paint and draw and generally make a mess.

Clary always lets Max play with her hair. He’s surprisingly gentle with it, and she finds it super relaxing. When Clary and Jace take the boys to the park, Max will put flowers in her hair.

At the park, Rafe always ropes them into riotous games of Extreme Tag. (Their version of “tag” usually turn into a game of “tackling” when Rafe and Jace are at it.)

(Meanwhile, these Wednesday afternoons for Alec and Magnus mean a continuation of their ongoing Wednesday Strip Poker tournament. They’re always delightfully disheveled when they come to pick up their boys.)

Rafe’s piano lessons with Jace are interspersed with lots of parabatai wisdom and stories of Alec-Jace shenanigans, which Rafael eats up and Alec learns to dread.

“You told him about the Faerie food incident?!” “It’s funny!” “YOU WERE RUNNING AROUND NAKED, JACE!” “I know – Rafe loved that bit.”  “YEAH WELL NOW MAX DOES TOO, YOU HORRIBLE UNCLE.” 

Max thinks Clary should have a baby because the baby she’d have might be “the opposite of him - not blue, but red, like her hair.”

To which Clary always makes the face :0 and replies gravely, “you’re so right.”

I’m right and I should say it