Gabrielle Delacour Was Only Eight Years Old When She First Met Harry Potter, A Nice Enough Boy, During

Gabrielle Delacour was only eight years old when she first met Harry Potter, a nice enough boy, during the Triwizard Tournament. Her friends back home were jealous, but back then it was more about her brush with celebrity than any romantic notions. He had saved her after all, and Gabrielle had to deal with months of “Oh I wish that had been me,” and she had to just smile politely instead of saying what she really wanted to say. Oh of course she was grateful to Harry, and always would be, but she would not want to relive the moment. Gabrielle had been told beforehand that it was all perfectly safe, but sometimes she still woke up feeling like she was sinking into the murky waters of the Black Lake.

As her schoolmates grew older, everyone around her seemed to be more and more interested in crushes and kisses. During sleepovers, the other girls would gossip and giggle about which wix they liked, which wix they wanted to do things with that always made Gabrielle blush, though she wasn’t sure why. All she knew for sure was that she didn’t seem to feel the same way as her classmates. When asked who she had a crush on, Gabrielle answered truthfully: Nobody. “You don’t ‘ave to be shy about it Gaby,” Her classmates giggled, “We know you ‘ave a crush on ‘Arry Potter.” Did she? Gabrielle didn’t think so, but her classmates were insistent, so she became less sure of herself.

Soon enough was her sister’s wedding, where she would see Harry Potter again. Gabrielle was nervous as her family prepared to travel – was this what her classmates were talking about? It wasn’t quite the butterflies in her stomach that was described to her, but maybe it was something similar. Maybe this was the crush she was told she had. She batted her eyelashes at Harry, copying her friends’ attempts at flirting, but immediately felt mortified and silly, and spent the rest of the wedding hiding behind her parents rather than talking to her sister’s new family. Flirting just didn’t feel right to her, she wasn’t sure if she would ever try again. “Don’t worry dear,” Her mother smiled at her, “You’ll get the ‘ang of it as you get older.”

But as the years went by she still never got the hang of it, always more awkward than her classmates. Despite this, her Veela heritage meant she was never short of dates as a teenager and young adult, wix would ask her left and right and Gabrielle nearly always accepted, hoping to find that spark her friends talked about. She never wanted a second date, and never allowed more than a quick goodbye kiss. The obvious disappointment on her dates’ faces always rubbed her the wrong way and she wondered again why she felt so differently about all this romance stuff.

Finally, nearly a decade after her sister’s wedding, Gabrielle decided she would spend the holidays with her sister’s family rather than deal with her parent’s imploring when she would settle down and marry and have kids, the apparent trifecta of adulthood. She had tried many times to explain to her mother that she didn’t want the first two and was still unsure about the third, but her mother seemed to have selective hearing on the subject. So there she was, curled up on the couch in her sister’s living room, having a drink with Bill and Charlie while Fleur put the babies to bed, that the dreaded question came up.

“So, are you seeing anyone?” Bill asked, more as a conversation starter than out of genuine interest.

Gabrielle rolled her eyes, “Not really, not interested in all that.” She took a sip of her drink, dreading part two of the questions.

“Oh ok, so you’re a bit like Charlie then? Aroace?”

Gabrielle stared blankly at Bill, then at Charlie. “Arrow… ace?”

Charlie laughed a bit, “Means Aromantic-Asexual. Aromantic means I don’t feel romantic attraction, like crushes I guess, and asexual means I don’t feel sexual attraction.”

“That’s a thing?!” Gabrielle set her drink down so quickly some sloshed over the edge and onto the table. “How did you know? How are you sure?”

And that was the beginning of a long conversation that lasted well into the night. Bill came out as bisexual and sometime during the conversation Fleur returned and contributed that she was ace and panromantic. The group had a long discussion about sexuality, and bemoaning the lack of sex education in wizarding schools, and how they came to realize their respective sexualities and how their parents reacted. Fluer admitted that she never spoke of it much because of all the pressure at home to get a husband and produce kids, and apologized that she never talked to Gabrielle about it. Gaby almost didn’t care at that point, so relieved was she to find something that seemed to fit. She still wasn’t sure if aroace was the right term for her, but with some great reading suggestions from Charlie, she knew she was on the right path. She watched the sunset that morning with a feeling of peace, and even though she had a hundred more questions now, she was glad she had found the answer to one that had been bugging her for years.

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Happy Trans Day of Visibility! <3

Ginny Weasley is six, and she’s getting very vocal about the fact that she is a girl, a girl, a girl! She becomes sullen, withdrawn, grumpy, and prone to tantrums when she is not listened to.

Ginny Weasley is eight, and she is still a girl. Her parents and brothers have slowly become more and more supportive and accepting of this, and finally no one is misgendering her and mum has taken to calling her Ginny and everyone else has followed suit. She blossoms. Ginny is cheerful and exuberant and energetic. She never shuts up and laughs all the time.

Ginny Weasley is 14, and before she knew something was wrong, that she didn’t feel how people said she was supposed to, but now she thinks she doesn’t feel how she is supposed to feel again except this is a lack of feeling and how is she supposed to know if she just doesn’t feel something?

Ginny Weasley is 21 and realizing she is durasexual in addition to being ply. She worries she will never have a committed, stable, long-term relationship that she so wants.

Ginny Weasley is 33 and in a romantic and sometimes sexual relationship with Harry and Luna and in a qpp with Neville and Hermione. Ginny Weasley’s life is not perfect, but she’s pretty damn happy with how it’s turning out.

Hermione Granger is 10, and she’s having to explain to her parents and the tall, stern woman standing in her living room why her letter has the name “Hermione” on it. This isn’t something she’s said out loud before. And she’s crying and hunching over and stimming with her necklace, but the strangers sternness seems to suddenly disappear as she steps in and apologizes to Hermione and is somehow convincing her parent’s to leave while they talk. Professor McGonagall says her name is Minerva, but it wasn’t always, and she too is trans like Hermione, and she’s so sorry; Hogwarts’ system isn’t perfect and they never meant to forcefully out her to her parents, but Hermione is also a witch just like Minerva, and Minerva can erase her parents’ memories and they can start over without her parents’ remembering any of this business about Hermione’s true gender if she’s not ready yet. But it helps to know she’s not alone. Hermione works through her upset. She squares her shoulders. She’s ready.

Hermione Granger is 18, and she’s letting Ron down gently and admitting out loud for the first time that she’s aromantic. And she’s telling her friends for the first time that she’s trans. And Merlin, does she feel free.

Hermione Granger is 25 and the Ministry’s biggest thorn with all her activist campaigns. She’s got big plans and the drive to go through with them.

Bill Weasley is 17, and his baby sister is telling them all that she’s a girl, and Bill has trouble focusing for the next few months, buried in self-reflection.

Bill Weasley is 19, and he’s telling his family that he’s actually a boy man. And he’s far older than Ginny was, so there’s lots of confusion and resistance, but Bill knows now how to define how he feels, knows know that how he feels is valid, and he’s not backing down.

Bill Weasley is 27, and he’s marrying the love of his life, Fleur, who teaches him so many things. When she comes out as queer and agender, he discovers the term bi to describe his attraction. He helps her practice English, and he learns French. And everyday, he learns new depths of just how much he can love someone.

Nymphadora Tonks is a newborn, and she’s already subconsciously altering her looks. It means nothing except a mirror as to who’s around her.

Nymphadora Tonks is seven, and he feels like an outcast. He loves being a metamorphmagi. It immediately makes him friends with all other kids, who thinks what he does is just amazing and hilarious. He does not yet understand how he feels when he radically changes his body or the joy he gets when people automatically change pronouns based on his appearance, but neither does he know how to talk about it when his mother or father ‘correct’ people.

Nymphadora Tonks is 13 and just learned the term genderfluid. They love it! Genderfluid! It’s their word! But it brings up questions that sometimes Tonks lays awake at night thinking about. Is it because they’re a metamorphmagi or are they just lucky like that?

Nymphadora Tonks is 20, and xe’s had one night stands, short relationships, flings, and crushes so intense xe feels like xe’s burning alive. Tonks is pan, a hopeless romantic, and xe secretly dreams of getting married and settling down. Mum and dad are so in love. Tonks wants that. But xe’s never even been in a relationship more than a few months long. Is it because xe’s a metamorphmagi or because xe’s Tonks?

Nymphadora Tonks is 23, and ey has just given birth via donor. Maybe a committed and loving marriage isn’t in eir future, but ey are ready for a baby. And the moment that lil babe cries, Tonks’ heart bursts with love and all the loneliness ey’s ever felt suddenly seems like a dream. And when that little babe yawns and their hair goes from brown to Tonks’ pink shade, the whole world melts away, and Tonks knows true happiness.

Harry Potter is 16, and he’s coming to terms with being gray-asexual. And by coming to terms, Harry is actually burying these feelings under any and all other distractions he can.

Harry Potter is 22, and he’s leading pride parades down Diagon Alley and in Hogsmeade, proudly displaying his gray-ace shirt and bi flag. Oh, how far he’s come, learning to love himself by helping other’s to be able to do the same.

Harry Potter is 31, and they’ve just started questioning their gender. Some say they’re just trying to feel special by identifying as nonbinary. Harry shrugs and laughs and tells them they’re the Chosen One who defeated Voldemort. They don’t need to be made to feel any more special. They just need to be honest with themself.

Draco Malfoy is 15, and se knows se’s not allowed to talk about how se really feels. That’s not what Malfoy’s do. But Slytherin is full of secrets, and not all secrets are meant to be kept. In the darkest hour of night, on the 31st of the month, Slytherins solemnly gather in the common room and whisper out their secrets. This is not something that is ever spoken of, and one must never use information shared during this time against each other. So, in hushed tones, with hir eyes closed, every other month, Draco gets to admit se’s bigender.

Draco Malfoy is 24, and although Astoria knows hir secret and se knows hers, they are still pretending because it’s the easier thing to do.

Draco Malfoy is 39, and hir wife has died. Se feels empty and numb. Se goes through the motions for Scorpius. Se grieves.

Draco Malfoy is 44, and it’s time se started setting the example for Scorpius instead of the other way around. Too bad if hir parent’s don’t like it. Draco is bigender and attracted to men. Se’s achillean. And se’s tired of being alone.

Draco Malfoy is 51, and se’s getting married again. Se’s sure hir father is watching with a frown, but se can’t see anything but Blaise’s shining eyes staring into hirs - can’t even see the tears of joy Scorpius is subtly wiping away.

It’s 2018, and it’s Britain’s magical community’s third year recognizing and celebrating Trans Day of Visibility. And it’s absolutely beautiful.

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