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Part two of Battle of Hogwarts day! I had so much fun dressing up in my Harry Potter gear today! Hope you all did too

HAPPY BATTLE OF HOGWARTS DAY PEOPLE!!!! Slytherin pride here.

Consider:

Instead of using that creepy ass quote Professor Sneep says about his obsession with his dead ex-friend as The Harry Potter Quote why don’t we use the one James Potter says to his son, whom he gave his life for, to comfort him as he walks to his death

“‘You’ll stay with me?’ ‘Until the very end,’ said James.”

Just a thought

The Battle of Hogwarts, but no wands. Nerf or nothing.

The Battle of Hogwarts

The Potter-Black's fight in the Battle of Hogwarts.

Regulus Black x Fem Potter! reader]

word count: 815

warning: mentions of war, death, hurt/comfort, almost dying

The air crackled with curses and screams, the ground trembling beneath every explosion. Smoke stung Harry's eyes as he ducked behind a crumbling stone pillar, his chest heaving. His wand hand was steady, but his heart was racing. Across the battlefield, Death Eaters swarmed like shadows, their masks faceless and unforgiving.

“Protego!” Harry shouted, deflecting a curse aimed at Neville. He spun, firing off a Stupefy toward a masked figure. The spell hit true, and the Death Eater crumpled. He was about to move again when something caught his eye through the smoke.

There—at the heart of the chaos—were his parents.

Y/N and Regulus stood side by side, backs to each other, fighting with the synchronized precision of two people who had spent years learning each other’s rhythms. Y/N’s wand slashed through the air as fiery runes lit up the darkness, forming ancient symbols that struck down three Death Eaters in a single sweep. Regulus was a blur of defensive magic, shields shimmering like a protective cocoon around his wife as he deflected curses with ruthless efficiency.

“Come on, you bastards!” Y/N snarled, hurling a Blasting Curse that shattered a marble column, toppling Death Eaters beneath the debris.

Regulus cast a cutting hex, sending another enemy sprawling. His eyes flicked up for the briefest second—and locked with Harry’s across the battlefield.

The look said everything: Stay safe. Stay alive.

Harry gave a grim nod and turned back into the fray. But even as he fought, the image of his parents—unbreakable, untouchable—stayed with him.

Not far away, Danny, now 15, stood with her back to the Great Hall’s shattered entrance. Her hair was tangled, and her lip was bleeding. Her wand hand was firm, though, her father’s lessons echoing in her mind.

“Stay grounded, little star. Predict their movements. Strike hard. Strike smart.”

The Death Eater before her sneered beneath his mask. “Look at you. A little girl playing hero.”

Danny’s grip tightened. “Avia Ignis!” she shouted.

Golden, bird-shaped flames shot from her wand, screeching as they slammed into his shield. The Death Eater staggered. Danny didn’t hesitate. “Expelliarmus!”

The man’s wand flew from his grasp, and Danny followed with a swift “Stupefy.” He collapsed in a heap.

Breathing heavily, she turned—just in time to see the ceiling above her crack. Massive chunks of stone and timber groaned as they began to fall.

Her eyes widened.

Run.

She bolted toward the corridor, sprinting with all her strength as the ceiling collapsed behind her. The noise was deafening. A jagged block clipped her shoulder, sending her sprawling. She scrambled to her feet, heart hammering. A deafening crack sounded above her, and—

The world turned to darkness.

Hours later, the battle was over. The Dark Lord was gone, his forces scattered or captured. But Hogwarts lay in ruins, and the losses were staggering.

Y/N stood amidst the rubble, her hands trembling as she gripped Regulus’s arm. Her eyes were wild, scanning the battlefield for any sign of their daughter.

“She was there, Reg,” Y/N gasped. “Near the Great Hall. I saw her fighting.”

Regulus, pale and bloodied, pulled her into his arms. “We’ll find her.” His voice cracked.

Harry appeared beside them, face streaked with dirt and ash. “I’ll help look.”

The three of them moved toward the hall, stepping over shattered stone and fallen bodies. Y/N’s breaths came faster with each step. Her eyes landed on a collapsed archway, a familiar child-sized wand lying just beyond the rubble.

“No,” she whispered. Her knees gave out, and she collapsed with a broken sob. “No, no, no.”

Regulus knelt beside her, pulling her into his chest even as his own shoulders shook. Harry stood frozen, unable to look away from the wand.

The silence was suffocating.

And then—

There was a faint shift beneath the rubble.

A small hand, scraped and bloodied, pushed through the stones.

Harry lunged forward, yanking rocks away. “Danny! Danny, we’re here!”

The debris shifted further, and with a low groan, Danica emerged. Her curls were matted with dust, her face streaked with grime, but her eyes were bright and alive.

“Mama?” she croaked.

Y/N scrambled to her knees, pulling Danny into a crushing embrace. “Oh, my baby—my baby.” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she rocked her daughter back and forth.

Regulus dropped beside them, cupping Danny’s face. “You’re okay, starshine. You’re okay.”

Danny’s lips quirked into a wobbly smile. “Told you I was good at dueling, Baba.”

Harry barked out a watery laugh and ruffled her hair. “Yeah, Hazzy’s proud of you, squirt.”

Danny leaned against Y/N’s chest, eyes fluttering closed. “I’m sleepy,” she mumbled.

“That’s okay,” Y/N whispered, kissing the crown of her head. “Rest, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”

As the first light of dawn broke through the shattered ceiling, the Potter-Black family sat together amidst the ruins—bruised, battered, but whole.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 '𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄'

. even though charlotte is a muggle-born witch, the sorting hat had considering placing the girl in slytherin and not gryffindor. charlotte had an ambition for everything she sought out for, along with her determination, no matter what task or problem was thrown at her, she has always been able to fight through it and find a soloution. but int he end it was her bravery, courage and unfortunately her recklessness that had her placed into the house of the lion. gryffindor she belonged in.

. growing up as a muggle, in a muggle town and muggle orphanage all there was to read and listen to was muggle produced pieces of art and literature. the book she still carried on her person to this day is her copy of 'The Princess Bride' she had re-read the book that many times that the binding was fragile and some of the pages were starting the crack at the seems. during her time at the orphanage in mermaid quay, it had been the only thing to bring her out of the reality of the hell she had been living in.

. during her fifth year she had asked remus lupin to adopt her. during her third year when remus was the dada professor the two had grown close, the professor being the only 'father' figure she had even known or had... she never got to properly meet her parents. remus had been aprehensive at first, but he did truly care about the girl like she was his own daughter. it had given him another sense of prupose. remus had to really think about it for a few weeks. and as her sixteenth birthday present had given her signed adoption papers.

. her first patronus was a thestral, the girl had found out what it was when she helped save sirius during their third year. her patronus was thestral partly because she had seen her parents be killed when she was an infant. that memory had been the only memory she had with her parents, it was neither good or bad. it had just been the only memory she could use that could help produce the patronus.

. since day one she has always been harry's biggest supporter, even with the stupid things he has done over the years. she stood by him when sirius black escaped from azkaban. she was the only person who believed him that he did not put his name in the goblet of fire, she had believed him that cedric had been killed by voldemort etc. she has been the only person to never leave him.

. she had hoped that harry would've asked her to the yule ball, she was more than disapointed when he did not. that had been the only time in the time that they had known one another that she had been avioding him delibretly. when fred had asked her to go, she had hoped it would make harry relaise that he wanted to go with her- so when he still did not ask she went with fred... their relationship developing into something more platonic.

. after the battle of the department of mysteries at the ministry of magic, charlotte never wore short sleevs around anyone again- not even in her own dormitory. during the battle at the minsitry herself and ron had been attacked by the brains in one of the many rooms, her shoulders, neck, chest and back had been scared deeply by the brains tentecles. even when herself and harry were daiting, it took her almost a year before she had allowed herself to be intimate with harry,